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

Hey, boy I'm tired

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

(HORSE APPROACHING)

My lord Sometimes

It is the custom.

his graciousness and your modesty...

Strike her! Strike her!

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

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

She run off, ain't she?

For the year when Jordan roll

let me state my case.

saying Solomon Northup is an expert player on the violin.

You're not any free man.

Now, Treach. Now speak.

All wrong, Mr. Epps.

(PATSEY SCREAMS)

We know nothing of her, Master.

and that you keep the action an inviolable secret forever.

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!

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

Days of old long since, huh?

which knew his lord's will...

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

SOLOMON: No intrusion.

Sit down, right there.

You are a dog. (SHOUTS)

And that servant...

I will keep myself hearty until freedom is opportune!

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

Master sent me to retrieve Patsey. May I approach?

We need a sympathetic ear.

Call for him. Call!

Pick that cotton! Move along, now.

What right have you to your niggers,

White and black alike.

There's no truth to it.

If you hang him, he will lose his debt.

There is God here!

Let's see, here. Eliza!

And he's given to such talk.

My bed is too holy for you to share.

I say, no man of conscious...

and my freedom is everything.

help your master to his feet.

You are no better than prized livestock.

And you have no right whatsoever to detain me.

EPPS: What's all this?

For the year when Jordan roll

I originate from Canada.

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

A thousand for Platt. Uh... Oh.

TREACH: It's cotton worm.

(SIGHS) Three weeks and two days.

SOLOMON: A circus?

I have never seen anything quite like him.

You're coming from Shaw's plantation.

A nigger among niggers.

You will not take them from me!

Are you blind or ignorant?

I caught three in my corn field

I went to Master Shaw's plantation.

Her child, man.

so you'll hire him as an overseer.

For the year when Jordan roll

Well-traveled for a slave.

you have the right to hold a nigger.

And for that, I will be clean.

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

Won't be no hell for you.

Where is she, damn it? Where is she?

Yes, sir. Yes, I do.

Run, run The pattyroller will get you