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Solomon and Patsey are returning from Shaw's. Waiting on the porch of the Great House, a drunk Epps beckons for Patsey to go to him. Aware of his lewd intentions, knowing what's waiting for her, Patsey begins to lightly cry.
PATSEY
Platt... De old hog-jaw beckon.
SOLOMON
Do not look in his direction.
Continue on as though he's gone
unobserved by you.
Epps does not care to be ignored. He lifts himself and moves toward the pair in a rage.
EPPS
Patsey...!
Solomon moves between Epps and Patsey, cutting Epps off as Patsey continues on. Playing up his "ignorance" of the situation:
SOLOMON
Found her, Master, and brought her
back just as instructed.
EPPS
What'd you tell her? What'd you
say to Pats?
SOLOMON
No words were spoken. None of
consequence.
EPPS
Lie! Damned liar! Saw you
talkin' with 'er jus now. Tell
me!
SOLOMON
I cannot speak of what did not
occur.
Epps grabs Solomon.
EPPS
I'll cut your black throat.
Solomon pulls away from Epps, ripping his shirt in the process. Epps gives chase. Solomon begins to run around the cotton field, easily keeping his distance. Epps, however is undeterred. He moves after Solomon as speedily as he can, which isn't very speedily at all. And quickly he tires. He's forced to bend over and suck air. Solomon maintains his distance, barely breathing hard. His breath returned to him, Epps starts up the
Dropping down to the dirt, in a show of regret and piety:
EPPS (CONT'D)
Platt... Platt, liquor filled me.
I admit that it did, and I done
over reacted. It's the Lord's
day. Ain't nothin' Christian in
us carryin' on like this. Help me
ta my feet, and let us both pray
forgiveness.
Epps extends a hand to Solomon. Cautiously, Solomon moves close, but not too close. As Solomon draws within striking distance, Epps lunges for him. He chases Solomon on until he is again out of breath and once more drops down. And again offering a treaty:
EPPS (CONT'D)
Platt...Platt, I'm all done in. I
have met my limitations, and I
ain't equal to 'em. I concede to
yah, but in the name of valor,
help yer master to his feet.
Solomon cautiously moves closer to help. Again he is attacked by Epps - this time by knife. Sort of. Epps is too drunk and tired to fully open the blade - and chased far around the field by Epps. ALL OF THE PRECEDING SHOULD BE MORE FUNNY THAN SHOCKING. A CHANGE OF PACE FROM THE OTHERWISE NECESSARY BLEAKNESS OF SLAVE LIFE.
At the house appears Mistress Epps.
MISTRESS EPPS
Platt... Platt!
Solomon goes to her.
MISTRESS EPPS (CONT'D)
Wha's the commotion?
SOLOMON
A misunderstanding is all. It
began when I was sent to retrieve
Patsey from where she'd taken
sabbatical at Master Shaw's. Upon
returning, Master Epps believed
Patsey and me to be in
conversation when we were not all.
I tried to explain, but it lead to
all this.
MISTRESS EPPS
Edwin! Edwin, bring yerself ta
me.
Sheepishly, he goes to the Mistress.
MISTRESS EPPS (CONT'D)
What is it? What is yer
fascination with Pats?
EPPS
I wouldn't say it--
MISTRESS EPPS
Ya cain't remain the Sabbath
without her under your eye? Ya
are a no-account bastard.
EPPS
Hold a moment...
MISTRESS EPPS
A filthy, godless heathen. My bed
is too holy for yah ta share.
EPPS
Wha's...wha's he been tellin' yah?
MISTRESS EPPS
Of yer misbegotten ways.
EPPS
And he would know what of
anythin'? I ain't even spoken
with him today. Platt, yah lyin'
nigger, have I? Have I?
Discretion being the better part and all, Solomon remains silent.
EPPS (CONT'D)
There; there's all the truth he
got. Damned nigger. Damn yah.
Epps push back into the house. The Mistress follows.