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Sitting together out in the yard are Clemens Ray, John and Solomon. Over time they have drawn trustworthy enough to speak with one another. At the moment Solomon is still trying to apply reason to the situation.
Randall wanders about in the background. As usual, he calls out for his "Mama." By now, however, his calls should feel like little more than background noise.
SOLOMON
I believe now someone lay in wait
for me. My drink was altered...
We are free men. They have...they
have no right to hold us.
Solomon waits for a response from the others. They give none.
SOLOMON (CONT'D)
We need a sympathetic ear. If we
have an opportunity to explain our
situation, it is impossible for me
to believe men could be so unjust
to detain us as slaves once the
truth of our case is known.
CLEMENS
Who in your estimation is that
sympathetic ear?
SOLOMON
The two men I journeyed with;
Brown and Hamilton. I'm certain
they're making inquires at this
very moment.
CLEMENS
I would be just as certain they
are counting the money paid for
delivering you to this place.
SOLOMON
They were not kidnappers. They
were artists. They were
performers.
CLEMENS
You know that?
SOLOMON
I...I have no reason to--
CLEMENS
You know for certain who they
were?
FLASHBACK
Very quickly, we get an MOS glimpse from Solomon's POV of