What luck! You got my jack.
Give me an ace and I'll start another war.
And I'll bid the moon.
- That I never see you and my Pa again.
This leg's got to come off.
No, don't! Leave me alone!
I'm sorry, soldier.
- We're all out of chloroform. - We'll operate without it.
No, no, you won't! You can't do it.
I won't let you do it!
Tell Dr. Wilson to take this leg off. It's gangrene.
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? Are you bad hurt?
- Suellen. Is she...? - She's all right.
Dr. Wilson needs you in the operating room. He's gonna take off that leg.
I'll be back.
No! You leave me alone! Don't!
I can't stand it!
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 don't want any more men dying and screaming. I don't want any more!
Big Sam!
Almighty Moses! It's Miss Scarlett!
Sam, Elijah, Prophet, Apostle. I'm so glad to see you.
Tell me about my mother. She didn't write me.
- She gone got sick. - Sick?
Just a little bit sick, that's all.
Your pa went wild when they wouldn't let him fight.
He had fits when they took us to dig the ditch for the soldiers.
Your ma said the Confederacy needs it. We's digging for the South.
- Was there a doctor? - We've got to march.
Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees.
Goodbye, Big Sam.
If you get sick or hurt, let me know.
Goodbye, Miss Scarlett.
Climb into this buggy. This is no day for walking. You'll get run over!
Drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it?
Just another of Sherman's calling cards. He'll pay us a visit soon.
I gotta get out of here before the Yankees come!
Leave your hospital work?
Or have you had enough of death and lice and men chopped up?
I suppose you weren't meant for sick men.
Don't talk like that. I'm so scared! I wish I could get out of here.
Let's get out together.
No use 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 and admires you for what you are.
I figure we belong together, being the same sort.
I've been waiting for you to grow up and get 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.
I'll hate and despise you till I die!
Oh, no, you won't, Scarlett. Not that long.
Miss Scarlett!
Folks is all going to Macon, and folks is running away!
I can't bear those cannonballs right in my ears!
I faint every time I hear one.
Uncle Peter, look out for that trunk.
- 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.
Wait, I won't be a minute.
Do you really think you ought to?
What is this? You ain't planning on running away?
Don't try to stop me. I'm never going back to that hospital.
I've had enough of smelling death, of rot and death.
I'm going home! I want my mother. My mother needs me.
Listen to me! You must stay here.
Without a chaperon? It simply isn't...
Good heavens, this is war, not a garden party!
- Melanie needs you. - Oh, bother Melanie!
She's ill already. She shouldn't even be having a baby.
Can't we take her along?
Want her to be jounced over rough roads and have the baby ahead of time?
It isn't my baby. You take care of her!
We haven't enough doctors to look after a sick woman.
You've got to stay.
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. I'll rely on you to help us.
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.
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.
I don't know what to do.
It's like the end of the world!
Uncle Peter, my smelling salt!
Melanie, 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.
Are the Yankees coming?
The army's pulling out.
Pulling out and leaving us to the Yankees?
Not leaving, evacuating. Before Sherman cuts the McDonough road.
It can't be true!
What'll I do?
Better refugee south, right quick. If you'll excuse me.
Prissy! Go pack my things and Melanie's too. We're going to Tara.
The Yankees are coming!
Melly, we're going to...
I'm sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett.
It began at daybreak.
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?
Fiddle-dee-dee, Melly.
Aren't things bad enough without you talking about dying?
- I'll send for Dr. Meade. - Not yet, Scarlett.
I couldn't let Dr. Meade sit here for hours...
...while all those poor, wounded boys...
Come here, quick!
Go get Dr. Meade. Run! Quick!
The baby.
Don't stand there like a scared goat. Run!
Hurry, 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.
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!
Know what I heard about Maybelle Merriwether?
You remember her funny-looking beau?
The one with the uniform like ladies' red flannels?
You don't have to keep on talking for my sake.
I know how worried you are.
For to tote the weary load
No matter, 't will never...
I'll just go and fetch you some cooler water.
You're slow as molasses in January. Where's Dr. Meade?
- I never seen him, Miss Scarlett. - What?
He ain't at the hospital.
A man told me that 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 at the car shed.
There's folks dying down there. And I's scared of dead folks!
Go sit by Miss Melly.
And don't you be upsetting her or I'll whip the hide off you.
Just a few more days
For to tote the weary load
- Have you seen...? - Move aside, lady, please.
Dr. Meade?
Dr. Meade, at last!
Thank heaven you're here. I need every pair of hands.
Now, come, child, wake up. We 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! Get a woman to help.
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 ease their pain.
Run along and don't bother me.
Don't worry, child. There's nothing to bringing a baby.
- Bring the stretchers in here. - Dr. Meade?
Yeah, I'm coming.
Is the doctor come?
No, he can't come.
Miss Scarlett, Miss Melly bad off.
He can't come. There's nobody to come.
You've got to manage without the doctor. I'll help you.
Oh, Lordy, Miss Scarlett!
Well, what is it?
Lordy, we's 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!
I don't know why I lied!
Ma ain't never let me around when folks was having them.
Miss Scarlett!
Stop it!
Light a fire on the stove. Boil water in the kettle.
Get me a ball of twine, clean towels and the scissors.
Don't tell me you can't find them! Go get them and get them quick!
Coming, Melly.
Coming!
You better go before the Yankees get here.
You know I won't leave you.
It's no use. I'm gonna 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. Yell! There's nobody to hear.
Ma says that if you puts a knife under the bed, it cuts the pain in two.
Captain Butler!
- Who do you want? - Captain Butler.
He's upstairs. Belle Watling's giving a party.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
Captain Butler!
What's all the rumpus about?
I's got a message for Captain Butler, Mrs. Watling.
Captain Butler, you come out here in the streets to me!
- What is it, Prissy? - Miss Scarlett done sent me for you.
Miss Melly, she done had her baby today.
A fine baby boy.
And Miss Scarlett and me, we brung it.
Are you telling me Scarlett...?
It was mostly me, Captain 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 feel kind of poorly now it's all over.
Yes, I can believe that.
And the Yankees is coming. And Miss Scarlett, she says...
Captain Butler, the Yankees is here!
Please come and bring your carriage for us right away!
I'm sorry, but the army took my horse and carriage.
You better come upstairs.
No, Captain Butler.
Ma would wear me out with a cornstalk if I was to go into Mrs. Watling's.
Any of you beauties know where I can steal a horse for a good cause?
- Is that you, Rhett? - We's here, Miss Scarlett!
I knew you'd come.
Nice weather we're having. Prissy tells me you're...
If you make any jokes now, I'll kill you!
- You're frightened? - I'm scared to death!
If you had sense, you'd be scared too.
- The Yankees! - No, not yet.
That's what's left of our army blowing up the ammunition.
We gotta get out of here!
At your service. Where are you going?
- Home, to Tara. - They've been fighting around Tara.
You're going to parade through there with a sick woman, a baby and a darkie?
Do you intend leaving them?
They're going with me, and you can't stop me!
It's dangerous jouncing Mrs. Wilkes over open country.
I want my mother!
I want to go home to Tara!
Tara's probably been burned. The woods are full of stragglers.
The least they'll do is take the horse.
It's not much, 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!
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.
Stop crying.
Now blow your nose like a good little girl. There.
- What's going on? - I'm packing!
Well, stop it and come and get the baby!
- We're taking you to Tara. - Tara?
It's the only way.
They'll burn the house over our heads if we stay.
It's all right, Melly.
My baby.
My poor baby.
- Can you put your arms around my neck? - I think so.
Never mind.
Ashley, Charles!
What's she want?
Ashley's picture and Charles' sword.
Get them.
What's that?
Our gallant lads set fire to the warehouses.
Enough ammunition in boxcars to blow us to Tara.
- We have to get across the tracks. - Not that way!
We have to. McDonough road's the only one the Yankees haven't cut yet.
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.
With them goes the last semblance of law and order.
Scavengers aren't wasting any time.
Better get out of here fast.
There's a horse! Get it!
Give us that horse!
Down the alley! Cut him off!
Pull that horse!
I'll get him!
Give me that horse!
Haven't left much to take.
We'll make a dash for it before the fire reaches that ammunition.
Come on!
Throw me your shawl.
You'll like it better if you don't see anything.
Take a good look, my dear. It's a historic moment.
Tell your grandchildren how you watched the Old South disappear one night.
They were gonna lick the Yankees in a month. The poor gallant fools.
They make me sick.
Getting us all into this by swaggering and boasting.
That's the way I felt once about their "swaggering and boasting".
I'm so glad you aren't with the army.
You can be proud. 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.
Miss Melly done fainted way back, Captain Butler.
She's better off. She couldn't stand the pain if she were conscious.
Scarlett, are you still determined to do this crazy thing?
I know we can get through, Rhett.
Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.
You're what? Rhett, where are you going?
- I'm going to join the army. - You're joking.
- I could kill you for scaring me so. - I'm very serious.
I'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away.
They'll turn and make a last stand. When they do, I'll be with them.
- I'm a little late, but better late... - You must be joking!
Selfish to the end, aren't you?
Thinking of your own hide, never a thought for the Cause.
How could you do this to me?
And why should you go now that it's all over, and I need you? Why?
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 alone and helpless!
You? Helpless?
Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you.
Now climb down here.
I want to say goodbye.
Climb down!
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 forgive myself.
If a bullet gets me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot.
There's one thing I do know, and that is I love you, Scarlett.
In spite of you and me and the world going to pieces, I love you.
Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us.
Selfish and shrewd, but able to look things in the eye and call them by name.
Don't hold me like that!
Look at me.
I love you more than I've loved any woman.
And I've waited longer for you than any woman.
Let me alone!
A soldier of the South loves you. Wants your arms around him.
Wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle.
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.
Don't shoot the nag by mistake.
Go on! I want you to go.
I hope a cannonball blows you 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 irks you.
Goodbye, Scarlett.
Come on, you. We're going home.
Oh, my poor baby.
Don't worry. Mother will take care of him when we get home.
Miss Scarlett, I's powerful hungry.
- We's got to have something to eat. - Hush up!
We're nearly at Twelve Oaks. We'll stop there.
Go on!
Oh, Ashley.
Ashley, I'm glad you're not here to see this.
The Yankees. The dirty Yankees!
Come tie up this cow.
We don't need no cow, Miss Scarlett.
We'll be home soon, and I's scared of cows.
Tie her onto the back of the wagon with your petticoat.
We need milk for the baby, and we don't know what we'll find at home.
Melly, we're home!
We're at Tara. Hurry! Move, you brute!
It's dead!
I can't see the house. Is it there?
Have they burned it?
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!
Oh, Pa!
I'm home.
Katie?
Katie Scarlett!
Oh, darlin'!
Mammy!
Mammy, I'm home.
Honey child...
Mammy, I'm so...
Where's mother?
Why...
...Miss Suellen, 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?
Miss Ellen. She went down to nurse that Emmie Slattery...
...that white trash, and she took down with it too.
Then last night, she...
Mother?
Miss Scarlett, honey.
If there's anything I can do, Miss Scarlett...
- What did you do with Melly? - Don't worry your pretty head.
I done slapped her in bed, along with the baby.
You better put that cow into the barn.
There ain't no barn no more.
- The Yankees burned it for firewood. - The house was their headquarters.
They camped all around.
Yankees in Tara?
They stole most everything they didn't burn.
All the clothes and all the rugs, and even Miss Ellen's rosaries.
I'm starving. Get me something to eat.
There ain't nothing to eat, honey. They took it all.
All the chickens? Everything?
They took them first.
What they didn't eat, they carried off.
Don't tell me any more about what "they" did!
What's this, Pa?
- Whiskey? - Yes, daughter.
Katie Scarlett, that's enough.
Your not knowing spirits, you'll make yourself tipsy.
I hope it makes me drunk.
I'd like to be drunk.
What are those papers?
Bonds.
They're all we've saved, all we have left.
Bonds.
But what kind of bonds, Pa?
Why, Confederate bonds, of course.
Confederate bonds.
What good are they to anybody?
I'll not have you talking like that.
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?
Mrs. O'Hara will know what's to be done.
Now don't be bothering me. Go out for a ride.
I'm busy.
Don't worry about anything.
Katie Scarlett's home.
You needn't worry.
What are we going 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? - Only just me and Pork left.
The others went to war or runned away.
I can't take care of that baby and sick folkses too!
I's only got two hands.
Who's gonna 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 over...
...I'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk.
If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill...
...as God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!
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.
Rest, Sue. You're not well yet. I can pick cotton for both of us.
Scarlett's hateful! Making us work in the fields...
Too bad about that.
Get back to work. I can't do everything at Tara 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.
There's something I must speak to you about.
What is it?
I don't like the way you're treating Prissy and Mammy.
You must be firm with inferiors, but gentle with them. Especially darkies.
I know. But I'm not asking them to do what I don't do myself.
Nevertheless, I don't like it. I shall speak to Mrs. O'Hara about it.
- What are you doing out of bed? - I must talk to you.
You're all working so hard. I can't just lie in bed.
Go upstairs. You're as weak as a newborn colt.
- Please, let me. - Stop being noble.
I don't need you making yourself sick so you'll never be any use.
I didn't think of it that way.
Who's there? Halt or I'll shoot!
You all 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 do 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!
Your sister was cleaning a revolver and it went off and scared her.
- 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 gotta get him out of here and bury him.
If the Yankees find him here...
I didn't see anyone else. I think he must be a deserter.
Even so, we've gotta 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.
Would it 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.
I think it's full of money.
Melly, look. Just look!
10, 20, 30...
Don't stop to count it now. We haven't got time!
Do you realize this means we can eat?
Look in his other pockets.
Hurry, hurry!
We've got to get him out of here.
If he bleeds across the yard, we can't hide it.
Give me your nightgown. I'll wad it round his head.
Don't be silly, I won't look at you. If I had on pantalets, I'd use them.
Thank heavens I'm not that modest.
Go back to bed. You'll be dead if you don't.
I'll clean up my 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.
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!
Have you room for a dying man?
Not for any Southern scum, alive or dead.
Get out of the way!
I reckon he'd rather try and walk it, at that.
Jump, you gray-backed beggars!
Acts like they won the war.
You come on, give me them pants, Mr. Kennedy.
Come on!
Scrub yourself with that lye soap, 'fore I scrub you myself.
I'm gonna put these britches in the boiling pot.
The whole army's got the same troubles...
...crawling clothes and dysentery.
It's humiliating how you're treating him.
You'd be a sight more humiliated if Mr. Kennedy's lice gets on you.
Oh, 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 fella.
Another two years, and we could've had him in Cobb's Legion.
- Were you in Cobb's Legion? - Yes, ma'am.
Why, then, you must know my husband, Major Wilkes?
He was captured at Spotsylvania, I think.
Captured? Oh, thank heaven! Then he isn't...
My poor Ashley, in a Yankee prison.
Yes, Scarlett, I'm coming. Come along, Beau.
I'll watch out for him. We're good friends.
Thank you.
I slave day and night just so we can have enough food...
...and you give it away to scarecrows.
- I'd sooner have a plague of locusts. - Don't scold me, Scarlett.
I've just heard that Ashley was taken prisoner.
Ashley a prisoner?
And maybe if he's alive and well, he's on some Northern road right now.
Maybe a Northern woman is giving him some of her dinner...
...and helping my beloved to come back home to me.
I hope so, Melly.
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.
Miss Scarlett, I was aiming to ask for Suellen.
Are you telling me you haven't asked for her after all these years?
The truth is, I'm so much older than she is...
...and now I haven't a cent to my name.
Who has, nowadays?
If true love carries any weight with you...
...you can be sure your sister will be rich in that.
I'd go and get myself a little business, if we're engaged.
As soon as I'm on my feet again...
I'm sure I can speak for Pa. You go ask her now.
Thank you. Thank you, Miss Scarlett.
Excuse me, Mrs. Wilkes. Excuse me.
What seems to be the trouble with Mr. Kennedy?
More trouble than he guesses. He's finally asked for Suellen.
I'm so glad.
It's a pity he can't marry her now. It'd be one less mouth to feed.
Another one!
- Hope he isn't hungry. - He'll be hungry.
I'll tell Prissy to get an extra plate...
Don't spoil it.
Turn me loose, you fool. Turn me loose! It's Ashley!
He's her husband, ain't he?
- Miss Scarlett? - High time you got back.
- Did you get the horse shod? - Yes'm, he's shod.
Fine thing, horses get shoes and humans can't.
Here, stir this soap.
Miss Scarlett, ma'am?
I gotta know how much money have you got left. In gold.
Ten dollars. Why?
That won't be enough.
What are you talking about?
Well, I see'd 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 run the taxes way up sky-high on Tara.
- How much more we got to pay? - I hear the taxman say $300.
Three hundred...
It might just as well be 3 million. But we gotta raise it, that's all.
Yes'm. How?
- I'll go ask Mr. Ashley. - He ain't got no $300.
Well, I can ask him if I want to, can't I?
Asking ain't getting.
They say Abe Lincoln got his start splitting rails.
Just 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 with brains and courage come through all right.
Those that haven't are winnowed out.
For heaven's sake...
...don't talk nonsense when it's us being winnowed out!
You're right, Scarlett. Here I am talking tommyrot about civilization...
...while your Tara is in danger.
You've come to me for help, and I've none to give.
I'm a coward.
You, Ashley? A coward?
What are you afraid of?
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't make you understand. You don't know the meaning of fear.
You never mind facing realities.
You never want to escape from them as I do.
Escape?
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, hoed and picked cotton till I can't stand it.
I tell you, the South is dead. It's dead!
The Yankees and Carpetbaggers have it and left nothing for us.
Let's run away. We'd go to Mexico.
They want officers in the Mexican army. We'd be happy.t
I'd work for you. I'd do anything for you!
You don't love Melanie. You said you loved me at Twelve Oaks.
And anyway, Melanie can't...
Dr. Meade said she can't have more children. I could give you...
Can't we ever forget Twelve Oaks?
You think I could ever forget? Have you?
Can you honestly say you don't love me?
- No, I don't love you. - It's a lie!
Even so, do you think I'd leave Melanie and the baby?
You couldn't leave your father and the girls.
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.
From now on, I'll 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.
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!
- No, don't, don't. - You love me.
I tell you, we won't do it!
It won't happen again. I'll take Melanie and go.
- Say it. You love me. - All right, I'll say it.
I love your courage and stubbornness so much that I could forget...
...the best wife a man ever had. But 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.
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.
It's Emmie Slattery.
- Yes'm, it's me. - Stop!
You haven't forgotten your old overseer, have you?
Emmie's Mrs. Wilkerson now.
Get off those steps, you 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 brats after you killed my mother?
We came here to pay a call.
A friendly call, and talk business with friends.
Friends? When were we ever friends?
Still high and mighty, ain't you? I know all about you.
Your father's turned idiot.
You can't pay your taxes, and I come to offer to buy the place from you.
To make you a right good offer. Emmie wants to live here.
Get off this place, you dirty Yankee!
You'll find out who's running things when you get sold out for taxes.
I'll buy this place 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!
Yankee coward!
Lordy, 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.
You needs all your valuables to sell for that tax money.
Do you think I'd sell Pa's watch?
And don't cry.
I can stand everybody' tears but yours.
Oh, Mammy, Mammy!
You've been brave so long. 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. 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.
Go and get Ma's old box of dress patterns.
- What you up to? - You'll make me a new dress.
Not with Miss Ellen's "portiéres"!
Great balls of fire! They're my "portiéres" now.
I'm going to Atlanta for $300, and I've got to look like a queen.
- Who's going with you? - I'll go alone.
That's what you think! I's going with you and that new dress.
- Mammy, darling. - No use to try to sweet talk me.
I knows you since I put diapers on you.
I said I's going with you, and going I is!
Kings in trade, eh? Too good for me, major.
It's a pity the war wasn't a poker game.
You'd done better than Grant, with far less effort.
What is it?
There's a lady to see Captain Butler. Says she's his sister.
Another sister?
This is a jail not a harem, captain.
No, she ain't one of those. She'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?
Three hundred and forty?
My debts do mount up, don't they, major?
All right, corporal, show Captain 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?
On the forehead, like a brother.
No, thanks. I'll wait and hope for better things.