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Hours later. The slaves sit on the deck, baking in the sun, awaiting their fate.
THEOPHILUS FREEMAN - a tall, thin-faced man with light complexion and a little bent - moves along the deck calling out names from a list.
FREEMAN
Platt... Platt! Platt!
None of the slaves respond to him. He begins calling other names. The slaves STAND as they are called.
FREEMAN (CONT'D)
Lethe. Clemens Ray. Eliza.
Randall. Emily. John. Platt...
Platt!
Freeman looks around. He spots Solomon.
FREEMAN (CONT'D)
Captain, who shipped that nigger?
CAPTAIN
Burch.
Freeman steps to Solomon. He gives him a looking over.
FREEMAN
Stand up.
Solomon does as told.
FREEMAN (CONT'D)
Yah fit the description given.
Why didn't Yah answer when called?
SOLOMON
My name is not Platt. My name is--
Freeman strikes Solomon hard across the face.
FREEMAN
Yer name is Platt, and I will
learn yah yer name so that yah
don't forgin' it.
(to the Captain)
Shackle my niggers. Get 'em to my
cart.