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Hard times on the planation. Where previously the field in bloom was a carpet of white, it is now patchy and under grown.
The slaves move through the field picking not cotton, but rather CATERPILLARS from the plants. The caterpillars have dined on the cotton and nearly destroyed the crop.
Epps is beside himself as he looks out over his ruined field.
EPPS
It is a plague.
TREACH
Caterpillars.
EPPS
A plague! It's damn Biblical.
Two season God done sent a plague
to smite me. I am near ruination.
Why Treach? What I done that God
hate me so? Do I not preach His
word?
TREACH
The whole Bayou is suffering.
EPPS
I don't care nothin' fer the damn
Bayou. I'm sufferin'.
Epps looks among his slaves at work, his enmity growing.
EPPS (CONT'D)
It's that Godless lot. They
brought this on me. I bring 'em
God's word, and heathens they are,
they brung me God's scorn.
Crazed, Epps runs into the field, taking himself from slave to slave delivering a whipping to all he can lay his hands on.
EPPS (CONT'D)
Damn you! Damn you all! Damn
you!