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She run off, ain't she?

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

his graciousness and your modesty...

I will keep myself hearty until freedom is opportune!

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!

(PATSEY SCREAMS)

And that servant...

For the year when Jordan roll

Well-traveled for a slave.

and my freedom is everything.

We need a sympathetic ear.

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

There is God here!

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

Where is she, damn it? Where is she?

We know nothing of her, Master.

saying Solomon Northup is an expert player on the violin.

Are you blind or ignorant?

You are no better than prized livestock.

You're not any free man.

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

Sit down, right there.

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

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

A thousand for Platt. Uh... Oh.

I went to Master Shaw's plantation.

and that you keep the action an inviolable secret forever.

For the year when Jordan roll

so you'll hire him as an overseer.

Call for him. Call!

(HORSE APPROACHING)

help your master to his feet.

And he's given to such talk.

And you have no right whatsoever to detain me.

which knew his lord's will...

Her child, man.

I caught three in my corn field

Strike her! Strike her!

There's no truth to it.

Pick that cotton! Move along, now.

Hey, boy I'm tired

SOLOMON: No intrusion.

TREACH: It's cotton worm.

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

Yes, sir. Yes, I do.

Master sent me to retrieve Patsey. May I approach?

EPPS: What's all this?

Now, Treach. Now speak.

My lord Sometimes

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

Run, run The pattyroller will get you

you have the right to hold a nigger.

Let's see, here. Eliza!

You are a dog. (SHOUTS)

Days of old long since, huh?

What right have you to your niggers,

You're coming from Shaw's plantation.

My bed is too holy for you to share.

SOLOMON: A circus?

let me state my case.

For the year when Jordan roll

White and black alike.

It is the custom.

I originate from Canada.

(SIGHS) Three weeks and two days.

I say, no man of conscious...

You will not take them from me!

A nigger among niggers.

If you hang him, he will lose his debt.

All wrong, Mr. Epps.

And for that, I will be clean.

I have never seen anything quite like him.

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

Won't be no hell for you.