Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now, them cane ain't gonna jump up and bite you.
Come on. Ouch.
You're from Georgia.
You ain't a free man.
Come here!
Fair and final.
Yes, sir.
Platt Epps, good Sunday morning.
You menfolk got no shame letting Patsey out-pick you.
Ugh! (GROANING)
Off to work at Sandy Hill again?
(SCREAMING)
What did you say to Pats?
Stop Your Wailing!
Just a few picayunes, but all I have in the world.
I'll do it.
Master!
You got no cause!
No, I don't! (GROANS)
for your return here to Saratoga, two weeks from today.
How could I write a letter without ink or paper?
This is nice.
Man ain't mean, boys
It filled that black face.
waked him up in the middle of the night...
But truthfully, I could find no others who would take you.
I saw you talking with her.
Where's the boy called Platt?
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Solomon, let me weep for my children!
I know nothing of this arrangement.
(SINGING) Nigger run Nigger flew
What do you got to say to that?
(GASPING IN PAIN)
Your price don't reflect your concern.
Nigger tore his shirt in two
If you want to survive, do and say as little as possible.
Superb. A moment, please.
Two of them? You got two?
(PANTING)
Roll, Jordan, roll
I'll beg it.
What is it?
I worked as an overseer, you know.
And no better for following instruction!
Under the mountain (GROANS)
then I ask, I beg...
forgive me.
Rush here, boys! Rush here!
Darling, it's good money.
Ah, Mr. Northup. Mrs. Northup.
Let's go find something sweet for you. Hmm?
The Sabbath day, I is free to roam.
(GASPING)
(PATSEY SOBBING)
For what cause?
My soul will rise in heaven, Lord
Oh, work this cotton
Run, nigger, run Well, you better get away
(SINGING) Oh, pick this cotton
SOLOMON: (SOBBING) Help.
You will strike her until her flesh
MISTRESS FORD: This one's crying. Why is this one crying?
You're nothing but a Georgia runaway.
BASS: It is horrid. It's all wrong.
You're no free man.
Bring the Lord into your deceptions?
I will give you something to cry about, you goddamned witch!
Now do you take this lot, Mr. Ford, or do you pass on them?
and my family again.
Right there. Just sit down.
(LAUGHS) And I myself in aide of Mr. Brown...
You need something proper to wear.
What is the matter?
And you know what of transport and terraforming?
Now, do you see how fit this boy is?
Working a field and picking cotton like a lowly hand.
Come on, boy.
Solomon Northup is my name.
Clemens!
There are others.
I will have flesh.
(GASPING)
I offer you the opportunity to speak on it.
now, I have others serving me.
If only I didn't have to share your cooking with other people.
For the year when Jordan roll
His master gonna pay his debt!
I understand I got a learned nigger that writes letters.
Hamilton, you know too much.
You luxuriate in his favor.
And I'll accept whatever payment's offered.
the money paid for delivering you to this place.
The reason for our inquiry with Mr. Moon...
That nigger that don't obey his lord...
Now, guess where that is.
My fairest price.
Return it.
SOLOMON: I meant no disrespect to you, Mistress.
Tell me.
They are, sir.
Tell me again.
(UPBEAT FIDDLE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PANTING)
Stand up when you hear your name. Eliza.
I got no doubts. The man is Solomon Northup.
EDWARD: Pick that cotton.
You will accept a note?
(PIGS SQUEALING)
until I is still and without life.
at the post office in Marksville...
Solomon! Solomon!
I don't say that to give you empty agitation, John.
Mr. Northup!
Work be like...
I will do no such thing.
Cleaning Tubs "OOOOH PICK THIS COTTON"
He wants to make you believe we're all gonna run away...
Two seasons God done sent a plague to smite me.