Give me something for the pain!
Sorry, son, we haven't got anything to give you.
These animals is driving me crazy!
What luck! You've got my jack!
Give me an ace and I'll start another war!
I'll bid the moon!
I'll never see you or Pa again.
This leg's got to come off, soldier.
No, no! Leave me alone!
I'm sorry, soldier.
We're all run out of chloroform, Dr. Meade.
Then we'll have to operate without it.
No, no! Leave me alone!
You can't do it. I won't let you do it to me!
Tell Dr. Wilson to take this leg off immediately. It's gangrene.
No, no! Don't!
I haven't seen my family in three days.
I'm going home for half an hour.
Orderly! Give me a lift.
Nurse, you can free this bed.
Miss Scarlett!
Why, Frank Kennedy!
Miss Suellen, is she well?
When did they bring you in? You all right? Are you badly hurt?
- But Miss Suellen, is she... - She's all right, but I...
Dr. Wilson needs you in the operating room.
He's going to take off that leg. Better hurry.
I'll be back.
No, no, leave me alone!
No, no, I can't stand it!
No don't! Don't cut!
Don't cut!
Don't, don't!
Please!
Where's the nurse?
Dr. Wilson's waiting.
Let him wait! I'm going home! I've done enough.
I don't want any more men dying! I don't want any more!
Big Sam!
Big Sam! Big Sam!
Almighty Moses, it's Miss Scarlett!
Big Sam!
Sam, 'Lige, 'Postel, Prophet! I'm so glad to see you!
Tell me about Tara, about my mother. She didn't write me.
- She's gone and got sick, Miss Scarlett. - Sick?
Just a little bit sick, that's all.
Your pa was wild when they wouldn't let him fight 'cause of his broken knee.
He had fits when they took us field hands to dig ditches for white soldiers to hide in.
But your ma says the Confederacy needs us.
So we's gonna dig for the South.
Sam, was there a doctor?
Ma'am, we've got to march.
Goodbye, Miss Scarlett. Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees.
Goodbye, Big Sam. Goodbye, boys. If any of you get sick or hurt, let me know.
- Goodbye, Miss Scarlett. - Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Scarlett!
Climb into this buggy. This is no day for walking.
You'll get run over.
Oh, Rhett!
Drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it?
That's just another of Gen. Sherman's calling cards.
He'll be paying us a visit soon.
I've got to get out of here before the Yankees come!
And leave your work at the hospital?
Or have you had enough of death and lice and men chopped up?
I suppose you weren't meant for sick men, Scarlett.
Don't talk to me like that. I'm so scared.
I wish I could get out of here.
Let's get out of here together.
No use staying here and letting the South come down around your ears.
There are too many nice places to go and visit.
Mexico, London, Paris...
- With you? - Yes, ma'am.
With a man who understands you and admires you for just what you are.
I figure we belong together, being the same sort.
I've been waiting for you to grow up and get that sad-eyed Ashley out of your heart.
Well, I hear Mrs. Wilkes is going to have a baby in another month or so.
It'll be hard loving a man with a wife and baby clinging to him.
Well, here we are. Are you going with me, or are you getting out?
I hate and despise you, Rhett Butler, and I'll hate and despise you till I die.
Oh, no, you won't, Scarlett. Not that long.
Miss Scarlett! Miss Scarlett!
Folks is all going to Macon and folks is running away and running away.
I can't bear it! Those cannon balls right in my ears!
I faint every time I hear one!
Uncle Peter, look out for that trunk!
But, Aunt Pitty, you aren't leaving?
I may be a coward, but oh, dear!
Yankees in Georgia!
How did they ever get in?
I'm going, too. Prissy, go pack my things. Get them, quick!
Wait, Aunt Pitty, I won't be a minute.
Scarlett, do you really think you ought to?
Scarlett!
What is this? You ain't planning on running away?
And don't you dare try to stop me. I'm never going back to that hospital.
I've had enough of smelling death and rot and death.
I'm going home. I want my mother. My mother needs me.
Now you've got to listen to me. You must stay here!
Without a chaperon, Dr. Meade? It simply isn't done!
Good heavens, woman, this is war, not a garden party!
You've got to stay. Melanie needs you.
Oh, bother Melanie.
She's ill already. She shouldn't even be having a baby.
She may have a difficult time.
Can't we take her along?
Do you want her to take that chance?
To be jounced over rough roads...
and have her baby ahead of time, in a buggy?
It isn't my baby! You take care of her!
Scarlett! We haven't enough doctors...
much less nurses to look after a sick woman.
You've got to stay for Melanie.
What for?
I don't know anything about babies being born!
I knows, I knows.
I knows how to do it. I's done it lots and lots.
Let me, Doctor, let me. I can do everything.
- Good. Then I'll rely on you to help us. - Yes, Doctor.
Ashley's fighting in the field, fighting for the cause.
He may never come back. He may die.
Scarlett, we owe him a well-born child.
Ashley.
If you're coming, Scarlett, hurry!
I promised Ashley...
something.
Then you'll stay?
Good. Go along, Miss Pittypat. Scarlett's staying.
Go on, Uncle Peter. Oh, dear, I don't know what to do.
It's like the end of the world.
Uncle Peter, my smelling salts.
Melanie, it's all your fault!
I hate you, I hate you!
And I hate your baby!
If only I hadn't promised Ashley!
If only I hadn't promised him!
Stop! Stop, please stop!
Is it true? Are the Yankees coming?
I'm afraid so, ma'am. The Army's pulling out.
Pulling out of Atlanta? Leaving us to the Yankees?
Not leaving, ma'am, evacuating.
We've got to before Sherman cuts the McDonough Road and catches us.
It can't be true! It can't be true! What'll I do?
Better refugee south right quick, ma'am. If you'll excuse me, ma'am.
Prissy!
Prissy, come here!
Pack my things and Miss Melanie's, too. We're going to Tara right away.
The Yankees are coming!
Yes, ma'am.
Scarlett!
Melly, we're going to...
Melly!
I'm sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett.
It began at daybreak.
But, but...
But the Yankees are coming.
Poor Scarlett.
You'd be at Tara now with your mother, wouldn't you...
if it weren't for me?
Oh, Scarlett, darling...
you've been so good to me.
No sister could have been sweeter.
I've been lying here thinking...
if I should die...
will you take my baby?
Oh, fiddle-dee-dee, Melly.
Aren't things bad enough without you talking about dying?
- I'll send for Dr. Meade right away. - Not yet, Scarlett.
I couldn't let Dr. Meade sit here for hours, while...
- while all those poor, wounded boys... - Prissy!
Prissy! Prissy! Come here, quick!
Go get Dr. Meade! Run, quick!
Yes, ma'am. The baby!
Well, don't stand there like a scared goat. Run!
Hurry! I'll sell you South, I will! I swear I will!
Where's that Prissy?
This room's like an oven already...
and it isn't noon yet.
Oh, don't worry, Melly.
Mother says it always seems like the doctor will never come.
If I don't take a strap to that Prissy!
Oh, Melly.
You know what I heard about Maybelle Merriwether?
You remember that funny-looking beau of hers?
The one with a uniform like ladies' red flannel underdrawers.
You don't have to keep on talking for my sake, Scarlett.
I know how worried you are.
Oh, Melly, I'll just go and fetch you some cool water.
You're as slow as molasses in January.
And where's Dr. Meade?
- I ain't never seen him, Miss Scarlett. - What?
No, ma'am. He ain't at the hospital.
A man, he told me the doctor's down at the car shed with the wounded soldiers...
Well, why didn't you go after him?
Miss Scarlett.
I's scared to go down there to the car shed.
There's folks dying down there and I's scared of dead folks.
Oh, you go sit by Miss Melly.
And don't you be upsetting her, or I'll whip the hide off you!
- Have you seen Dr. Meade? - Side, lady, please.
Dr. Meade!
Dr. Meade! At last!
Oh, thank heavens you're here. I need every pair of hands.
Come, child! Wake up! We've got work to do.
But Melly's having her baby. You've got to come with me!
Are you crazy? I can't leave these men for a baby!
They're dying, hundreds of them! Get some woman to help you.
But there isn't anybody. Dr. Meade, she might die!
Die!
Look at them! Bleeding to death in front of my eyes!
No chloroform! No bandages! Nothing! Nothing to even ease their pain!
Now run along and don't bother me.
Now don't worry, child. There's nothing to bringing a baby.
Now bring those stretchers in here!
Dr. Meade!
I'm coming.
Is the doctor come?
No, he can't come.
Oh, Miss Scarlett, Miss Melly bad off.
He can't come. There's nobody to come.
Prissy, you've got to manage without the doctor. I'll help you.
Oh, lordy, Miss Scarlett.
Well, what is it?
Lordy, we've got to have a doctor.
I don't know nothing about birthing babies.
- What do you mean? - I don't know...
You told me you knew everything about it.
I don't know how come I told such a lie.
Ma ain't never let me around when folks was having them.
Scarlett!
Oh, Miss Scarlett...
Stop it!
Go light a fire in the stove!
Keep boiling water in the kettle, get me the ball of twine and...
and all the clean towels you can find, and the scissors.
Don't come telling me you can't find them.
Go get them, and get them quick!
Scarlett!
Coming, Melly.
Coming.
Go, Scarlett, before the Yankees get here.
I'm not afraid. You know I won't leave you.
It's no use. I'm going to die.
Don't be a goose, Melly. Hold on to me. Hold on to me.
Talk to me, Scarlett.
Please talk to me.
Don't try to be brave, Melly.
Yell all you want, there's nobody to hear.
Ma says that if you puts a knife under the bed, it cuts the pain in two.
Capt. Butler!
Who do you want?
Capt. Butler.
He's upstairs. Belle Watling's giving a party.
Thank you.
Capt. Butler! Oh, Capt. Butler!
What's all the rumpus about?
I's got a message for Capt. Butler, Miss Watling!
Capt. Butler, you come out here in the streets to me.
What is it, Prissy?
Miss Scarlett, she done sent me for you.
Miss Melly, she done had her baby today.
A fine baby boy...
and Miss Scarlett and me, we brung him.
Do you mean to tell me that Scarlett...
Well, it was mostly me, Capt. Butler, only Miss Scarlett...
she helped me a little, but I don't expect no doctor could have done no better!
Only Miss Melly, she feeling kind of poorly now it's all over!
Yes, I can believe that!
And the Yankees is coming, and Miss Scarlett, she said...
Oh, Capt. Butler, the Yankees is here!
Please come and bring your carriage for us right away.
I'm sorry, Prissy, but the Army took my horse and carriage.
You'd better come upstairs. I'll see what I can do.
Oh, no, Capt. Butler!
Ma would wear me out with a cornstalk if I was to go into Miss Watling's.
Any of you beauties know where I can steal a horse for a good cause?
- Whoa, Marse Robert. - Is that you, Rhett?
- We's here, Miss Scarlett. We's here! - Rhett, I knew you'd come.
Good evening. Nice weather we're having.
Prissy tells me you're planning on taking a trip.
If you make any jokes now, I'll kill you!
Don't tell me you're frightened.
I'm scared to death. If you had the sense of a goat, you'd be scared too.
- Oh, the Yankees. - No, not yet.
That's what's left of our Army, blowing up the ammunition...
so the Yankees won't get it.
We've got to get out of here.
At your service, madam.
Just where are you figuring on going?
Home, to Tara.
They've been fighting all day around Tara.
Do you think you can parade through the Yankee Army...
with a sick woman, a baby, and a simple-minded darky...
or do you intend leaving them behind?
They're going with me. I'm going home. You can't stop me!
Don't you know it's dangerous jouncing Mrs. Wilkes over miles of open country?
I want my mother!
I want to go home to Tara!
Tara's probably been burned to the ground.
The woods are full of stragglers from both armies.
The least they'll do is take the horse away from you.
It isn't much of an animal, but I had trouble stealing it.
I'm going home if I have to walk every step of the way.
I'll kill you if you try to stop me. I will, I will!
I will!
All right, darling, all right. Now you shall go home.
I guess anybody who did what you've done today can take care of Sherman.
Here, now. Stop crying.
Now blow your nose like a good little girl.
There.
Prissy! What are you doing?
I's packing, Miss Scarlett.
Stop it and come get the baby.
Yes, ma'am.
Melly!
Mrs. Wilkes, we're taking you to Tara.
Tara...
- It's the only way, Melly. - No.
Sherman will burn the house over our heads if we stay.
It's all right, Melly.
My baby.
My poor baby.
Have you the strength to put your arms around my neck?
I think so.
Never mind.
Oh, Ashley, Charles...
What is it? What does she want?
Ashley's picture, Charles' sword. She wants us to bring them.
Get them.
What's that?
Our gallant lads must have set fire to the warehouses near the depot.
There's enough ammunition in the boxcars to blow us to Tara.
We'll have to hurry to get across the tracks.
- You're not going that way! - We have to.
The McDonough Road's the only one the Yankees haven't cut yet.
Oh, wait. I forgot to lock the front door.
What are you laughing at?
At you, locking the Yankees out.
Oh, dear, I wish they'd hurry.
I wouldn't be in such a hurry to see them go if I were you.
With them goes the last semblance of law and order.
The scavengers aren't wasting any time.
We've got to get out of here fast.
There's a horse!
Down the alley, cut them off.
Give me that horse.
Miss Scarlett!
They haven't left much for the Yankees to take, have they?
We'll have to make a dash for it before the fire reaches that ammunition.
Come on!
Throw me your shawl.
Sorry, but you'll like it better if you don't see anything.
Take a good look, my dear.
It's a historic moment.
You can tell your grandchildren...
how you watched the old South disappear one night.
They were going to lick the Yankees in a month.
Poor gallant fools!
They make me sick, all of them!
Getting us all into this with their swaggering and boasting.
That's the way I felt once about their swaggering and boasting.
Rhett, I'm so glad you aren't with the Army.
You can be proud now, proud that you've been smarter than all of them.
I'm not so proud.
Why did you stop?
This is the turn to Tara. Let the horse breathe a bit.
Mrs. Wilkes.
Miss Melly done fainted way back, Capt. Butler.
Well, she's probably better off.
She couldn't stand the pain if she were conscious.
Scarlett, are you still determined to do this crazy thing?
Yes. I know we can get through, Rhett. I'm sure we can.
Not we, my dear. You.
I'm leaving you here.
You're what? Rhett, where are you going?
I'm going, my dear, to join the Army.
You're joking! I could kill you for scaring me so!
I'm very serious, Scarlett.
I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away!
No. They'll turn and make a last stand, if I know anything about them.
When they do, I'll be with them. A little late, but "Better late... "
Rhett, you must be joking!
Selfish to the end, aren't you?
Thinking only of your own precious hide, with never a thought for the noble cause.
Rhett, how could you do this to me...
and why should you go now, after it's all over and I need you?
Why? Why?
Why?
Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes...
once they're really lost.
Or maybe...
maybe I'm ashamed of myself.
Who knows?
You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless!
You helpless?
Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you!
Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.
No!
Climb down.
Oh, Rhett, please don't go. You can't leave me, please.
I'll never forgive you!
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself.
And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot.
But there's one thing I do know...
and that is that I love you, Scarlett.
In spite of you, me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us...
I love you...
because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us.
Selfish and shrewd...
but able to look things in the eyes and call them by their right names.
Don't hold me like that!
Scarlett, look at me.
I love you more than I've ever loved any woman.
And I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for any woman.
Let me alone!
Here's a soldier of the South who loves you, Scarlett...
wants to feel your arms around him...
wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle with him.
Never mind about loving me.
You're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory.
Scarlett, kiss me.
Kiss me, once.
You low-down, cowardly, nasty thing, you!
They were right! Everybody was right! You aren't a gentleman!
A minor point at such a moment.
Here.
If anyone lays a hand on that nag, shoot him.
But don't make a mistake and shoot the nag.
Oh, go on. I want you to go. I hope a cannonball lands slap on you.
I hope you're blown into a million pieces!
Never mind the rest. I follow your general idea.
And when I'm dead on the altar of my country...
I hope your conscience hurts you.
Goodbye, Scarlett.
Come on, you! We're going home.
Oh, my poor baby.
Don't worry, Melly.
Mother will take care of him when we get home.
Miss Scarlett, I's powerful hungry.
We's got to have something to eat.
Oh, hush up!
We're nearly at Twelve Oaks. We'll stop there.
Go on!
Ashley, I'm glad you're not here to see this.
The Yankees!
The dirty Yankees!
Prissy, come tie up this cow!
We don't need no cow, Miss Scarlett.
We'll be home soon, and I's scared of cows.
Tear up your petticoat and tie her on to the back of the wagon.
We need milk for the baby, and we don't know what we'll find at home.
Melly! Melly, we're home!
We're at Tara!
Hurry! Move, you brute!
Miss Scarlett, he's dead!
I can't see the house! Is it there? I can't see the house. Have they burned it?
Oh, it's all right.
It's all right! They haven't burned it!
It's still there!
Mother! Mother! I'm home.
Mother, let me in. It's me, Scarlett!
Pa!
Oh, Pa!
I'm home!
Katie.
Katie Scarlett.
Oh, darling.
Mammy!
- Mammy, I'm home. - Honey, honey child!
Oh, Mammy, I'm so...
Where's Mother?
Why...
Miss Suellen and Miss Carreen, they was sick with the typhoid.
They had it bad, but they's doing all right now.
Just weak like little kittens.
But where's Mother?
Well...
Miss Ellen, she went down to nurse that Emmie Slattery, that white trash...
and she took down with it, too.
- And last night, she... - Mother!
Mother.
Miss Scarlett, honey.
If there's anything I can do, Miss Scarlett...
What did you do with Miss Melly?
Don't you worry your pretty head about Miss Melly, child.
I done slapped her in bed already, along with the baby.
You better put that cow I brought into the barn, Pork.
There ain't no barn no more, Miss Scarlett.
The Yankees done burned it for firewood.
They used the house for their headquarters.
They camped all around the place.
Yankees in Tara!
Yes, ma'am, and they stole most everything they didn't burn.
All the clothes and all the rugs and even Miss Ellen's rosaries.
I'm starving, Pork. Get me something to eat.
There ain't nothing to eat, honey. They took it all.
All the chickens, everything?
They took them the first thing.
And what they didn't eat they carried off across their saddles.
Don't tell me any more about what they did!
What's this, Pa?
Whiskey?
Yes, daughter.
Katie Scarlett, that's enough!
You're not knowing spirits, you'll make yourself tipsy.
I hope it makes me drunk.
I'd like to be drunk.
Oh, Pa.
What are those papers?
Bonds.
They're all we've saved.
All we have left.
Bonds.
What kind of bonds, Pa?
Why, Confederate bonds, of course, daughter.
Confederate bonds.
What good are they to anybody?
I'll not have you talking like that, Katie Scarlett.
Oh, Pa, what are we going to do with no money and nothing to eat?
We must ask your mother.
That's it!
We must ask Mrs. O'Hara.
- Ask Mother? - Yes.
Mrs. O'Hara will know what's to be done.
Now don't be bothering me.
Go out for a ride.
I'm busy.
Oh, Pa...
don't worry about anything.
Katie Scarlett's home.
You needn't worry.
Miss Scarlett.
What are we gonna to do with nothing to feed those sick folks and that child?
I don't know, Mammy.
I don't know.
We ain't got nothing but radishes in the garden.
Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen and Miss Carreen...
they's fussing to be sponged off.
Where are the other servants, Mammy?
Miss Scarlett, there's only just me and Pork left.
The others went off to the war or runned away.
I can't take care of that baby and sick folks, too.
I's only got two hands.
Who's going to milk that cow, Miss Scarlett? We's houseworkers.
As God is my witness...
As God is my witness, they're not going to lick me.
I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again.
No, nor any of my folks.
If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill.
As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!
English
My back's near broken.
Look at my hands.
Mother said you could always tell a lady by her hands.
I guess things like hands and ladies don't matter so much anymore.
You rest, Sue. You're not well yet, and I can pick cotton for both of us.
Scarlett's hateful, making us work in the fields like...
Too bad about that.
Now get back to work. I can't do everything at Tara all by myself.
What do I care about Tara? I hate Tara!
Don't you ever dare say you hate Tara again!
It's the same as hating Pa and Ma.
Katie Scarlett, there's something I must speak to you about.
Yes, Pa, what is it?
I've been talking to Prissy and Mammy. I don't like the way you're treating them.
You must be firm with inferiors, but you must be gentle with them...
especially darkies.
Yes, Pa, I know. But I'm not asking them to do anything I'm not doing myself.
Nevertheless, Katie Scarlett, I don't like it. I shall speak to Mrs. O'Hara about it.
What are you doing out of bed, Melly?
Scarlett, darling, I must talk to you. You are all working so hard.
I can't lie in bed doing nothing.
Go on back upstairs. You're as weak as a newborn colt.
Please, Scarlett, let me.
Stop being noble. I've got enough on my hands...
without you making yourself sick so you'll never be any use.
Oh, I didn't think of it that way.
Who's there? Halt or I'll shoot.
You're alone, little lady?
You ain't very friendly, are you?
You got anything else besides these earbobs?
You Yankees have been here before.
Regular little spitfire, ain't you?
What have you got hidden in your hand?
Scarlett, you killed him.
I'm glad you killed him.
Scarlett, what happened? What is it, Scarlett? What is it?
Don't be scared, chickens. Your big sister was cleaning a revolver...
and it went off and nearly scared her to death.
Oh, thank goodness. Haven't we got enough to frighten us?
Tell Katie Scarlett she must be more careful.
What a cool liar you are, Melly.
We've got to get him out of here and bury him.
If the Yankees find him here, they'll...
I didn't see anyone else. I think he must be a deserter.
But even so, we've got to hide him.
They might hear about it, and then they'd come and get you.
I could bury him in the arbor where the ground is soft...
but how will I get him out of here?
We'll both take a leg and drag him.
You couldn't drag a cat.
Do you think it would be dishonest if we went through his haversack?
I'm ashamed I didn't think of that myself.
You take the haversack, I'll search his pockets.
You look.
I'm feeling a little weak.
Melly, I think it's full of money!
Oh, Melly, look!
Look!
$10, $20, $30, $40...
Don't stop to count it now. We haven't got time.
Do you realize this means we'll have something to eat?
Look in his other pockets.
Hurry, hurry!
- We've got to get him out of here. - Here.
If he bleeds across the yard, we can't hide it.
Give me your nightgown, Melly. I'll wad it around his head.
Don't be silly. I won't look at you.
If I had my petticoat or pantalets, I'd use them.
Thank heavens I'm not that modest.
Now go back to bed. You'll be dead if you don't.
I'll clean up the mess when I've buried him.
No, I'll clean it up.
Well, I guess I've done murder.
I won't think about that now.
I'll think about that tomorrow.
Katie Scarlett!
It's over! It's over!
It's all over! The war!
Lee surrendered.
- It's not possible. - Why did we ever fight?
Ashley will be coming home.
Yes, Ashley will be coming home.
We'll plant more cotton.
Cotton ought to go sky-high next year!
While we were marching through Georgia
Hurrah, hurrah!
We bring the jubilee
Hurrah, hurrah!
The flag that makes you free
So we sing the chorus from Atlanta to the sea
While we were marching through Georgia
Get out of the road, rebel! Get out of the way!
Have you room in your carriage for a dying man?
I got no room for any Southern scum, alive or dead.
Get out of the way.
I reckon he'd rather try and walk it at that.
Giddap! Jump, you gray-backed beggars!
Act like they won the war!
Now you come on and give me them pants, Mr. Kennedy.
Come on.
You scrub yourself with that strong lye soap before I scrubs you myself.
I'm gonna put these britches in the boiling pot.
The whole Confederate Army's got the same trouble:
Crawling clothes and dysentery.
It's humiliating, how you treat Mr. Kennedy.
You'd be a sight more humiliated if Mr. Kennedy's lice gets on you!
Come on, Beau.
We must leave this gentleman alone because he's tired and he's hungry.
I don't mind, ma'am. Good to see a youngster again.
Nice little fellow.
Another two years of war and we could have had him with us in Cobb's Legion.
Were you in Cobb's Legion?
Yes, ma'am.
Why, then, you must know my husband, Maj. Wilkes.
Oh, yes, ma'am.
He was captured at Spotsylvania, I think.
Captured!
Oh, thank heavens, then he isn't...
Oh, my poor Ashley in a Yankee prison!
Melanie.
Yes, Scarlett, I'm coming. Come along, Beau.
I'll watch out for him, ma'am. We're good friends.
Oh, thank you.
I slave day and night so we can have food to keep body and soul together.
And you give it all away to these starving scarecrows.
I'd sooner have a plague of locusts here.
Don't scold me, Scarlett, please.
I've just heard that Ashley was taken prisoner.
- Ashley, a prisoner? - Yes.
And maybe if he's alive and well, he's on some Northern road right now.
And maybe some Northern woman is giving him a share of her dinner...
and helping my beloved to come back home to me.
I hope so, Melly.
Miss Scarlett.
Miss Scarlett, I want to take up something with your pa, but...
he doesn't seem to...
Perhaps I can help you. I'm head of the house now.
Well, I...
Miss Scarlett, I was aiming to ask for Suellen.
Do you mean to tell me you haven't asked for her...
after all these years she's been counting on you?
Well, the truth is, I'm so much older than she is, and...
Well, now I haven't a cent to my name.
Who has nowadays?
Miss Scarlett, if true love carries any weight with you...
you can be sure your sister will be rich in that.
I'll go out somewhere and get myself a little business if we're engaged.
As soon as I get on my feet again...
All right, Frank. I'm sure I can speak for Pa.
You go ask her now.
Oh, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
Excuse me, excuse me.
Scarlett, what seems to be the trouble with Mr. Kennedy?
More trouble than he guesses.
He's finally asked for Suellen's hand.
Oh, I'm so glad.
It's a pity he can't marry her now. At least there'd be one less mouth to feed.
Oh, another one.
I hope this one isn't hungry.
He'll be hungry.
I'll tell Prissy to get an extra plate...
Ashley!
Darling!
Miss Scarlett! Don't spoil it, Miss Scarlett.
Turn me loose, you fool! Turn me loose, it's Ashley!
He's her husband, ain't he?
- Miss Scarlett, ma'am. - High time you got back.
- Did you get the horse shod? - Yes, he shod all right.
Fine thing when a horse can get shoes and humans can't. Here, stir this soap.
Yes, ma'am. Miss Scarlett, ma'am.
I gotta know how much money have you got left, in gold.
$10. Why?
That won't be enough.
What in heaven's name are you talking about?
Well, Miss Scarlett, I seed that old no-count white-trash Wilkerson...
that used to be Mr. Gerald's overseer here.
He's a regular Yankee now, and he was making a brag...
that his carpetbagger friends done run the taxes way up sky-high on Tara.
But how much more have we got to pay?
I hear the taxman say $300.
$300!
Might just as well be $3 million.
But we gotta raise it, that's all.
Yes, ma'am.
How?
I'll go ask Mr. Ashley.
Oh, he ain't got no $300, Miss Scarlett.
Well, I can ask him if I want to, can't I?
Asking ain't getting.
Ashley!
They say Abe Lincoln got his start splitting rails.
Think what heights I may climb to once I get the knack.
The Yankees want $300 more in taxes.
What shall we do?
Ashley, what's to become of us?
What becomes of people when their civilization breaks up?
Those who have brains and courage come through all right.
Those that haven't are winnowed out.
For heaven's sake, don't stand there talking nonsense at me...
when it's us who are being winnowed out.
You're right, Scarlett.
Here I am talking tommyrot about civilization...
when your Tara's in danger.
You've come to me for help, and I've no help to give you.
Oh, Scarlett, I...
I'm a coward.
You, Ashley, a coward?
What are you afraid of?
Oh, mostly of life becoming too real for me, I suppose.
Not that I mind splitting rails...
but I do mind very much losing the beauty of that life I loved.
If the war hadn't come, I'd have spent my life happily buried at Twelve Oaks.
But the war did come.
I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits.
I saw men crumple up in agony when I shot them.
And now I find myself in a world which for me is worse than death.
A world in which there's no place for me.
I can never make you understand because you don't know the meaning of fear.
You never mind facing realities...
and you never want to escape from them as I do.
Escape?
Oh, Ashley, you're wrong.
I do want to escape, too.
I'm so very tired of it all. I've struggled for food and for money.
I've weeded and hoed and picked cotton until I can't stand it another minute.
I tell you, Ashley, the South is dead. It's dead.
The Yankees and the carpetbaggers have got it and there's nothing left for us.
Oh, Ashley...
let's run away.
We'd go to Mexico.
They want officers in the Mexican Army. We could be so happy there.
I'd work for you, I'd do anything for you. You know you don't love Melanie.
You told me you loved me that day at Twelve Oaks.
And anyway, Melanie can't...
Dr. Meade told me she couldn't have any more children and I could give you...
Can't we ever forget that day at Twelve Oaks?
Do you think I could ever forget it? Have you forgotten it?
Can you honestly say you don't love me?
- No. I don't love you. - It's a lie!
Even if it is, do you think I'd leave Melanie and the baby, break Melanie's heart?
You couldn't leave your father and the girls.
I could leave them. I'm sick of them. I'm tired of them.
Yes, you're sick and tired. That's why you're talking this way.
You've carried the load for all of us...
but from now on I'm going to be more help to you, I promise.
There's only one way you can help me.
Take me away.
There's nothing to keep us here.
Nothing.
Nothing except honor.
Oh, please, Scarlett.
Please, dear, you mustn't cry.
You mustn't.
Please, my brave dear, you mustn't.
You do love me, you do love me.
- Say it, say it. - Don't, don't.
You love me, you love me.
We won't do this, I tell you. It won't happen again.
I'm going to take Melanie and the baby, and go.
Say it, you love me.
All right, I'll say it. I love your courage and your stubbornness.
So much that I could have forgotten the best wife a man ever had.
But, Scarlett, I'm not going to forget her.
Then there's nothing left for me.
Nothing to fight for.
Nothing to live for.
Yes, there is something.
Something you love better than me...
though you may not know it.
Tara!
Yes, I...
I still have this.
You needn't go.
I won't have you all starve simply because I threw myself at your head.
It won't happen again.
- Why, it's Emmy Slattery. - Yes, ma'am, it's me.
Stop!
You haven't forgotten your old overseer, have you?
Well, Emmy's Mrs. Wilkerson now.
Get off those steps, you trashy wench! Get off this land!
You can't speak that way to my wife.
Wife! High time you made her your wife.
Who baptized your other brats after you killed my mother?
We came out here to pay a friendly call and talk a little business with old friends.
Friends! When were we ever friends with the likes of you?
Still high and mighty, ain't you? Well, I know all about you.
I know your father's turned idiot.
You can't pay your taxes.
And I come here to offer to buy the place from you...
to make you a right good offer.
Emmy's had a hankering to live here.
Get off this place, you dirty Yankee.
You high-flying Irish will find out who's running things around here...
when you get sold out for taxes.
I'll buy this place lock, stock and barrel and I'll live in it.
But I'll wait for the Sheriff's sale.
That's all of Tara you'll ever get!
You'll be sorry for that.
We'll be back!
I'll show you who the owner of Tara is.
Pa, come back!
Pa!
Yankee coward!
Pa!
Lordsy, Miss Scarlett. That's Mr. Gerald's watch.
You take it. It's for you. Pa'd want you to have it.
You ain't got no business parting from this watch now, Miss Scarlett.
You needs all your valuables to sell for that tax money.
You think I'd sell Pa's watch?
And don't cry.
I can stand everybody's tears but yours.
Oh, Mammy, Mammy.
You been brave so long, Miss Scarlett, you just gotta go on being brave.
Think about your pa like he used to be.
I can't think about Pa.
I can't think of anything but that $300.
Ain't no good thinking about that, Miss Scarlett.
Ain't nobody got that much money.
Nobody but Yankees and scalawags got that much money now.
Rhett!
Who that? A Yankee?
Oh, Mammy, I'm so thin and pale and...
I haven't any clothes.
Scoot up to the attic and get down Ma's old box of dress patterns.
What you up to with Miss Ellen's portiere?
You'll make me a new dress.
Not with Miss Ellen's portieres. Not while I got breath in me.
Great balls of fire! They're my portieres now.
I'm going to Atlanta for that $300 and I've got to go looking like a queen.
- Who going to Atlanta with you? - I'm going alone.
That's what you think. I's going to Atlanta with you.
With you and that new dress.
Now, Mammy, darling.
No use to try to sweet-talk me, Miss Scarlett.
I's knowed you since I put the first pair of diapers on you.
I said I's going to Atlanta with you, and going I is.
Kings and treys, huh? Too good for me, Major!
Pity we couldn't have fought the war out in a poker game.
You'd have done better than Gen. Grant with far less effort.
What is it, Corporal?
Sir, there's a lady to see Capt. Butler. Says she's his sister.
Another sister?
This is a jail, not a harem, Capt. Butler.
No, Major, she ain't one of those.
This one's got her mammy with her.
She has?
I'd like to see this one, Major, without her mammy.
Let's see, my losses for the afternoon come to what?
$340.
My debts do mount up, don't they, Major?
All right, Corporal.
Show Capt. Butler's sister to his cell.
Thank you, Major. Excuse me, gentlemen.
It's hard to be strict with a man who loses money so pleasantly.
- Rhett! - Scarlett!
My dear little sister.
It's all right, Corporal. My sister has brought me no files or saws.
Can I really kiss you now?
On the forehead like a good brother.
No, thanks. I'll wait and hope for better things.
Oh, Rhett, I was so distressed when I heard you were in jail.
I simply couldn't sleep for thinking.
It's not true they're going to hang you?
Would you be sorry?
- Oh, Rhett! - Well, don't worry yet.
They have plotted some charge against me...
but they're really after my money.
They think I made off with the Confederate Treasury.
Well, did you?
What a leading question.
But let's not talk about sordid things like money.
How good of you to come and see me. And how pretty you look.
Oh, Rhett, how you do run on, teasing a country girl like me.
Thank heavens you're not in rags. I'm tired of seeing women in rags.
Turn around.
You look good enough to eat. And prosperous, too.
Thank you, I've been doing very well.
Everybody's doing well at Tara, only...
I got so bored I just thought I'd treat myself to a visit to town.
You're a heartless creature. But that's part of your charm.
You know you've got more charm than the law allows.
Now I didn't come here to talk silliness about me, Rhett.
I came because I was so miserable at the thought of you in trouble.
I was mad at you the night you left me on the road to Tara...
and I still haven't forgiven you.
Oh, Scarlett, don't say that.
Well, I must admit I might not be alive now, only for you.
And when I think of myself with everything I could possibly hope for...
and not a care in the world, and you here in this horrid jail...
and not even a human jail, Rhett, a horse jail.
Oh, listen to me trying to make jokes when...
when I really want to cry.
In a minute I shall cry.
Scarlett, can it be possible that...
Can what be possible, Rhett?
That you've grown a woman's heart, a real woman's heart?
I have, Rhett. I know I have.
You know, it's worth being in jail just to hear you say that.
It's well worth it.
You can drop the moonlight and magnolias, Scarlett.
So things have been going well at Tara, have they?
What have you done with your hands?
I went riding last week without my gloves.
These don't belong to a lady. You've worked with them like a field hand.
Why did you lie? What are you up to?
In another minute, I'd almost believe you cared something.
But I do care.
Suppose we get down to the truth.
You want something from me badly enough...
to put on quite a show in your velvets.
What is it? Money?
I want $300 to pay the taxes on Tara.
I did lie to you when I said everything was all right.
Things are just as bad as they possibly could be. And you've got millions, Rhett.
What collateral are you offering?
- My earbobs. - Not interested.
- A mortgage on Tara. - What would I do with a farm?
You wouldn't lose. I'd pay you back out of next year's cotton.
Not good enough. Have you nothing better?
You once said you loved me.
If you still love me, Rhett...
You haven't forgotten that I'm not a marrying man?
No, I haven't forgotten.
You're not worth $300.
You'll never mean anything but misery to any man.
Go on, insult me.
I don't care what you say, only give me the money.
I won't let Tara go. I can't let it go while there's a breath left in my body.
Oh, Rhett.
Won't you please give me the money?
I couldn't give you the money if I wanted to.
My funds are in Liverpool, not in Atlanta.
If I tried drawing a draft, the Yankees'd be on me like a duck on a June bug.
So you see, my dear, you've abased yourself to no purpose.
Here, here, here, stop it!
Want the Yankees to see you like this?
Take your hands off me, you skunk.
You knew what I was going to say before I started.
You knew you wouldn't lend me the money and yet you let me go on.
I enjoyed hearing what you had to say.
Cheer up. You can come to my hanging and I'll remember you in my will.
I'll come to your hanging. The only thing I'm afraid of...
is that they won't hang you in time to pay the taxes on Tara.
Tell him Belle Watling.
Where you been lately? Thought you'd deserted Capt. Butler.
Oh, I keep myself occupied. Help me out.
Who that? I ain't never seen hair that color before in my life.
Does you know a dyed-haired woman?
I wish I did know that one. She'd get my money for me.
No matter what they done to you in that jail...
they didn't do no more than you deserve...
for visiting white trash in a jail!
Fresh and green.
Right off the farm.
Hey, what are you doing tonight, Susy?
That's one of them Georgia peaches.
There's nothing like that in Ohio.
- You know what we're going to do? - What?
We're going to give every last one of you 40 acres and a mule!
- And a mule? - Forty acres and a mule!
Gee!
'Cause we're your friends...
and you're gonna become voters...
and you're gonna vote like your friends do!