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The Slaves are working in the field. Solomon too focused on picking cotton to note the arrival of two men by carriage: Northup and the SHERIFF.
While the Sheriff makes his way to the field, Northup remains with the carriage. The Sheriff calls:
SHERIFF
Platt...? Where is the boy called
Platt?
SOLOMON
...Sir...
The Sheriff crosses to him.
SHERIFF
Your name is Platt, is it?
SOLOMON
Yes, master.
Pointing off to the distance.
SHERIFF
Do you know that man?
Solomon looks toward the carriage. He has to shield his eyes from the sun. Recognition is slow coming to him. But when it does, it hits him as a rush.
SOLOMON
Henry Northup...?
Solomon starts for Northup, but he is pulled back by the Sheriff who is keen to determine Solomon's true identity. As he does, Epps makes his way over.
SHERIFF
Stop a moment. Have you any other
name than Platt?
SOLOMON
Solomon Northup is my name.
EPPS
Sheriff...
SHERIFF
Have you a family?
EPPS
What's all this?
SHERIFF
It is official business.
EPPS
My nigger, my business.
SHERIFF
Your business waits.
(to Solomon)
Tell me of your family.
SOLOMON
I have a wife and three children.
SHERIFF
What were their names?
SOLOMON
SHERIFF
And your wife's name before her
marriage?
SOLOMON
Anne Hampton. I am who I say.
Solomon pushes past the sheriff. As Solomon moves toward Northup, his pace quickens with each step until his personal velocity has him nearly at a dead run. The two old friends make contact with each other, wrap each other in a long and emotional embrace. It if finally broken by Epps, who has moved over with the Sheriff.
EPPS
Nah... You will unhand 'em.
Platt is my nigger!
NORTHUP
He is Solomon Northup.
EPPS
You say...
NORTHUP
He belongs to no man.
EPPS
You say! You come here,
unfamiliar to me, and make claims.
SHERIFF
Not claims. I have no doubts.
EPPS
To hell with that! My nigger, and
I'll fight you for 'em!
NORTHUP
As is your right. As it will be
my pleasure to bankrupt you in the
courts. Your decision.
Epps stews for a moment, then seethes toward Solomon:
EPPS
You damned me since you darkened
my eaves. Glad to be done with
yah.
(to Northup)
Take 'em!
SHERIFF
If you know what's wise...we'll
leave.
The trio starts for the carriage. Solomon is pulled back by the call of Patsey's voice:
PATSEY
Platt...
NORTHUP
We need to make haste.
Disregarding Northup, Solomon crosses over to Patsey. For a moment they just stand across from each other. Under the circumstances, neither really knows how to engage. Finally, suddenly, Patsey throws her arms around Solomon and they embrace. With all the pain in his heart:
A moment longer they hold each other. They separate, Solomon heading back to the carriage. He and Northup alight, the Sheriff taking the reigns. The Sheriff chides the horses and they start up. As they move on, Patsey sinks down to the ground, where she remains in a weary and half-reclining state, the other slaves around her.
WE STAY WITH HIM as he travels further and further from the slaves - who are diminished by distance. Solomon waves a hand to them, but the carriage rounds a bend and a thicket of trees hides them from his eyes forever more.
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