Patroller: [in a vain attempt to escape, Solomon runs into some patrollers who are fixing to hang a trio of slaves] Boy, where are you going?
Solomon Northup: To the store, Sir, to Bartholomew's. I was sent there by Mistress Epps.
Patroller: [the patroller reaches out for Solomon's free pass around his neck, yanking him forward. He looks at it] Get there and get there quick.
[Patroller kicks Solomon hard, sending him on his way]