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Solomon is walked out to the field. The two slaves who previously attacked Solomon in the night are present. Both are bound and muzzled strictly and look to have already been thoroughly beaten. There, too, is Judge Turner along with a couple of WHITE PATROLLERS and several NATIVE AMERICANS who have captured the runaways. There is one among the group who is of MIXED RACE, black and Native American. Though his skin is fairer as would be a Native American, HIS HAIR HAS THE KINK OF AN AFRO.
The Judge asks of Solomon:
JUDGE TURNER
Do you recognize them, Platt? Are
these the pair who accosted you?
Solomon stares, but does not dare answer.
JUDGE TURNER (CONT'D)
Runaways from a plantation in the
vicinity of Lamourie. Hidden away
for three weeks. The Bayou is
full with them. Look carefully.
Are they those who meant to take
your life?
SOLOMON
I don't know their intent.
JUDGE TURNER
What else could it be? Beyond
their hunger and desperation,
their heads are filled to the
point of lunacy with mythic idyll
of life in the north. Nothing
good will ever come of a nigger in
flight.
SOLOMON
I cannot say what plans they held
for me.
JUDGE TURNER
But these are the two, then?
SOLOMON
I am uncertain.
JUDGE TURNER
You may have your satisfaction
with them. You deserve as much
and they deserve no better.
SOLOMON
Master, I am uncertain.
JUDGE TURNER
Solomon does, but does not reply.
JUDGE TURNER (CONT'D)
Even to you the features of your
own kind are indistinguishable.
The eyes. Subdued, and their eyes
still burn. Is their hate
familiar to you? Is it the hate
that came at you in the night?
Have your way with them, Platt.
Solomon does not move for his whip. He says as convincingly as possible.
SOLOMON
They are not the ones.
Turner may not quite believe Solomon, but he does not speak against him. The Judge to the Patrollers:
JUDGE TURNER
Return them to Lamourie, but strip
them bare and parade them in the
streets. Make a show of it. A
reminder to all the price of
flight is of no bad consequence.
Back to work, Platt.
Solomon watches at the slaves are stripped of the remainder of their clothing and are dragged away.
JUDGE TURNER (CONT'D)
No worries, Platt. We'll have
your niggers soon enough.
BLACK