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Solomon comes out into the dark. Nearly hidden in the shadows is a bitter Epps. Despite the lack of light, Epps's malevolence is quite clear. His whip twisting in his hand.
EPPS
Well, boy. I understand I've got
a larned nigger that writes
letters and tries to get white
fellows to mail 'em.
Solomon, hardly missing a beat, plays this off.
SOLOMON
Don't know nothing about it,
Master Epps. Don't know nothing
about it, sir.
EPPS
Yah wasn't over with Armsby night
before last?
SOLOMON
No, master.
EPPS
Hav'nt yah asked that fella to
mail a letter fer yah at
Marksville?
Without overplaying things, Solomon gets real slick.
SOLOMON
Why, Lord, master, I never spoke
but three words to him in all my
life. I don't know what you mean.
EPPS
Well, Armsby tol' me today the
devil was among my niggers. That
I had one that needed close
watchin' or he would run away.
When I axed him why, he said you
come over to him and waked him up
in the middle of the night and
wanted him to carry a letter to
Marksville. What have yah got to
say to that?
SOLOMON
All I have to say, master, is all
that need be said. There is no
truth in it. How could I write a
letter without ink or paper?
There is nobody I want to write to
'cause I hain't got no friends
living as I know of. That Armsby
say, and nobody believes him
anyway. You know I always tell
the truth, and that I never go off
the plantation without your given
word. Now, master, I can see what
that Armsby is after, plain
enough. Didn't he want you to
hire him for an overseer?
EPPS
...Yes...
SOLOMON
That's it. He wants to make you
believe we're all going to run
away and then he thinks you'll
hire an overseer to watch us. He
just made that story out of whole
cloth, 'cause he wants to get a
situation. It's all a lie,
master, you may depend on't.
Epps shallow mind is so easily manipulated Solomon is able to work it as though he were performing origami. We can nearly see Epps's thoughts being folded.
EPPS
I'm damned, Platt, if I don't
believe you tell the truth. He
must take me for a soft, to think
he can come it over me with them
kind of yarns, musn't he? Maybe
he think he can fool me. Maybe he
thinks I don't know nothing...
Can't take care of my own niggers.
Soft soap old Epps. Damn Armsby!
Set the dogs on him, Platt. That
filthy unloved bastard. He will
not separate me from my niggers.
I will drive him from my land
before the sun comes over it.
Ohh, were he not free and white,
Platt. Were he not free and
white.
Epps heads off to do as promised.