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A thousand for Platt. Uh... Oh.

Yes, sir. Yes, I do.

let me state my case.

my name is John Tibeats, William Ford's chief carpenter.

TREACH: It's cotton worm.

You're coming from Shaw's plantation.

and my freedom is everything.

Well-traveled for a slave.

What right have you to your niggers,

And he's given to such talk.

You will not take them from me!

Won't be no hell for you.

Back to that hog's trough where I found you?

you have the right to hold a nigger.

What amused me just then was your concern for my well-being in this heat...

Let's see, here. Eliza!

I went to Master Shaw's plantation.

SOLOMON: A circus?

For the year when Jordan roll

help your master to his feet.

if justice had been done, I never would have been here.

My lord Sometimes

his graciousness and your modesty...

And you have no right whatsoever to detain me.

Strip her. Strike her bare and lash her to the post.

Where is she, damn it? Where is she?

I caught three in my corn field

george maybe we should slow town on the new blood and take our time no need to rush. boing good riddance faye you're right slowly take the new blood!

If you hang him, he will lose his debt.

I thought I told you to commence to putting on clapboards.

EPPS: What's all this?

Sit down, right there.

For the year when Jordan roll

Days of old long since, huh?

SOLOMON: No intrusion.

And for that, I will be clean.

Call for him. Call!

You are no better than prized livestock.

which knew his lord's will...

There is God here!

(HORSE APPROACHING)

Her child, man.

saying Solomon Northup is an expert player on the violin.

There's no truth to it.

You are a dog. (SHOUTS)

Are you blind or ignorant?

All wrong, Mr. Epps.

Hey, boy I'm tired

White and black alike.

(PATSEY SCREAMS)

and that you keep the action an inviolable secret forever.

I will keep myself hearty until freedom is opportune!

It is the custom.

And that servant...

I say, no man of conscious...

I originate from Canada.

I have never seen anything quite like him.

For the year when Jordan roll

I said, get up! ELIZA: No, don't...

We need a sympathetic ear.

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

Pick that cotton! Move along, now.

(SIGHS) Three weeks and two days.

She run off, ain't she?

You're not any free man.

Master sent me to retrieve Patsey. May I approach?

so you'll hire him as an overseer.

Run, run The pattyroller will get you

Now, Treach. Now speak.

Strike her! Strike her!

We know nothing of her, Master.

A nigger among niggers.

With my earnings, I hired several efficient hands to assist me...

My bed is too holy for you to share.