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Freeman continues to instruct. He talks with a slave, a boy in his teens, with much condescension. As before, Bob plays a tune. Solomon, moment by moment, become more and more disgruntled by the playing.
FREEMAN
When yer called, do yah jus'
shuffle over? No. No, yah do
not. Yah move sprightly,
understand?
The slaves nod.
FREEMAN (CONT'D)
Lemme see yah do it. C'mon, boy.
The slave moves to Freeman quickly. Freeman smiles, rubs the slave's head.
FREEMAN (CONT'D)
Tha's a boy.
(to all)
Yah see how this boy moves?
Sprightly. Now, g'won back over
there.