What do we care if we were expelled from college, Scarlett?
The war's gonna start any day now, so we would've left college anyhow.
War! Isn't it exciting, Scarlett?
You know those poor Yankees actually want a war?
We'll show them!
Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war!
This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring.
I get so bored I could scream.
Besides, there isn't going to be any war.
- Not gonna be any war? - Why, buddy, of course there's gonna be a war.
If either of you boys says "war" just once again
I'll go in the house and slam the door.
- But, Scarlett, honey! - Don't you want us to have a war?
- Wait a minute, honey, please! - We're sorry.
Well...
But remember, I warned you.
I've got an idea!
We'll talk about the barbecue the Wilkes are giving over at Twelve Oaks tomorrow.
Good idea. You're eating barbecue with us, aren't you, Scarlett?
I haven't thought about that yet. I'll think about that tomorrow.
We want all your waltzes.
First Brent, then me, then Brent, then me again, and so on.
- Promise? - Why, I'd just love to.
If only... If only I didn't have every one of them taken already.
- Honey, you can't do that to us! - How about if we tell you a secret?
Secret? Who by?
Well, you know Miss Melanie Hamilton, from Atlanta?
Ashley Wilkes' cousin? Well she's visiting the Wilkes at Twelve Oaks.
Melanie Hamilton, that goody-goody! Who wants to know a secret about her?
- Well, anyway, we heard... - That is, they say...
Ashley Wilkes is gonna marry her.
You know the Wilkeses always marry their cousins.
Now do we get those waltzes?
Of course.
- It can't be true! Ashley loves me! - Scarlett!
What do you suppose has gotten into her?
Do you suppose we said something that made her mad?
Miss Scarlett! Where are you going
without your shawl and the night air fixing to set in?
And how come you didn't ask them gentlemen to stay for supper?
You ain't got no more manners than a field hand.
After me and Miss Ellen done laboured with you.
Miss Scarlett, come on in the house.
Come on in before you catch your death of dampness.
No! I'm going to wait for Pa to come home from the Wilkes'.
Come on in here!
Come on!
Quitting time!
- Who says it's quitting time? - I said it's quitting time.
I's the foreman. I'm the one that ways when it's quitting time at Tara!
Quitting time!
There's none in the county can touch you, and none in the state.
Pa!
How proud of yourself you are!
Well, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, so you've been spying on me.
And like your sister Suellen, you'll be telling your mother on me that I was jumping again.
Pa, you know I'm no tattletale like Suellen.
But it does seem to me that after you broke your knee last year jumping that same fence
I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall jump and not jump.
It's my own neck, so it is.
All right, Pa, you jump what you please.
- How are they all over at Twelve Oaks? - The Wilkeses?
In the stew you'd expect with the barbecue tomorrow and talking nothing but war.
Bother the war! Was there anyone else there?
Their cousin Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta. And her brother, Charles.
Melanie Hamilton. She's a pale-faced, mealy-mouthed ninny and I hate her.
Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so.
Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.
What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?
It's...
It's nothing. Let's go into the house, pa.
Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked you to marry him?
- No. - No. Nor will he.
I had it in strictest confidence from John Wilkes this afternoon.
Ashley's going to marry Melanie.
It'll be announced tomorrow night at the ball.
I don't believe it!
Here! Here, what are you after?
Scarlett!
What are you about?
Have you been making a spectacle of yourself,
running about after a man who's not in love with you,
when you might have any of the bucks in the county?
I haven't been running after him, it's... It's just a surprise, that's all.
Now, don't be jerking your chin at me!
If Ashley wanted to marry you, it would be with misgivings, I'd say yes.
I want my girl to be happy. And you'd not be happy with him.
I would! I would!
What difference does it make whom you marry?
So long as he's a Southerner and thinks like you.
And when I'm gone I'll leave Tara to you.
I don't want Tara. Plantations doesn't mean anything, when...
Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara
that Tara, that land doesn't mean anything to you?
Why, land is the only thing in the world worth working for
worth fighting for, worth dying for.
- Because it's the only thing that lasts! - Oh pa, you talk like an Irishman.
It's proud I am that I'm Irish. And don't you be forgetting, missy
that you're half Irish too.
And to anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them,
why, the land they live on is like their mother.
Oh but there, there now. You're just a child.
It'll come to you, this love of the land.
There's no getting away from it if you're Irish.
Here she comes!
Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen, Miss Carreen, your mama's home!
Acting like a wet nurse to them low-down poor white-trash Slatterys
instead of being here eating her supper.
Cookie, stir up the fire! Miss Ellen's home.
Miss Ellen got no business wearing herself out...
- Pork! - Yes, ma'am.
Take the lamp out on the porch.
Wearing herself out. Mr. Gerald, Miss Ellen's home!
Wearing herself out waiting on them poor white trash.
Shut up, dog! Barking in the house like that!
Get up from there, boy! Don't you hear Miss Ellen's coming?
Get out there and get her medicine chest!
We was worried about you, Miss Ellen.
- Mr. Gerald... - It's all right, Pork. I'm home.
Mrs. O'Hara, we finished ploughing the creek bottom today.
What do you want me to start on tomorrow?
Mr. Wilkerson, I've just come from Emmie Slattery's bedside.
Your child has been born.
My child, ma'am? I'm sure I don't understand.
Has been born and mercifully has died.
Good night, Mr. Wilkerson.
I fix your supper for you myself and you eats it.
- Yes, after prayers, Mammy. - Yes'm.
Mr. O'Hara, you must dismiss Jonas Wilkerson.
Dismiss him, Mrs. O'Hara? He's the best overseer in the county.
He must go tomorrow morning, the first thing!
But...
- No. - Yes.
The Yankee Wilkerson and the white-trash Slattery girl?
- Now we'll discuss it later, Mr. O'Hara. - Yes, Mrs. O'Hara.
Mother!
Scarlett's dress is prettier than mine!
Can't she wear my pink dress? I wanna wear Scarlett's green dress.
I don't like your tone, Suellen. Your pink gown's lovely.
Oh, mother,
- can't I stay up for the ball, tomorrow? - You may wear my garnets with it.
Why can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow night?
Scarlett. You look tired, my dear. I'm worried about you.
Why, I'm all right, Mother.
Why can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow night? I'm 13 now.
You may go to the barbecue and stay up through supper.
I didn't want to wear your tacky dress anyhow, stingy!
- Oh, hush up! - Prayers, girls.
...and to all the saints, that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word and deed,
through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
Therefore, I beseech thee, blessed Mary, ever virgin,
blessed Michael the Archangel,
blessed John the Baptist,
the Holy Apostles, Peter and Paul, and all the saints,
pray to the Lord, our father...
Ashley doesn't know I love him.
I'll tell him that I love him
and then he can't marry.
Hear thee Almighty, most merciful Lord,
grant us pardon, absolution and remission of our sins. Amen.
Ooh!
Just hold on and suck in!
Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles.
You can take it back to the kitchen. I won't eat a bite.
Oh, yes'm, you is!
You's gonna eat every mouthful of this.
No, I'm not!
Put on the dress, because we're late already.
- What my lamb gonna wear? - That.
No, you ain't! You can't show your bosom before 3:00!
I'm gonna speak to your ma about you!
If you say one word to mother, I won't eat a bite.
Well...
Keep your shawl on your shoulder. I ain't aiming for you to get freckled
after the buttermilk I done put on you all this winter, bleaching them freckles.
Oh, now, Miss Scarlett. You come on and be good and eat just a little, honey.
No! I'm going to have a good time today and do my eating at the barbecue.
If you don't care what folks says about this family, I does!
I has told ya and told ya,
that you can always tell a lady by the way that she eats in front of folks like a bird.
And I ain't aiming for you to go to Mr. John Wilkeses'
and eat like a field hand and gobble like a hog!
Fiddle-dee-dee!
Ashley Wilkes told me he likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite.
What gentlemens says and what they thinks is different things.
And I ain't noticed Mr. Ashley asking for to marry you.
Now don't eat too fast. Ain't no need to having it come right back up again.
Why is it a girl has to be so silly to catch a husband?
Scarlett O'Hara! If you're not down here by the time I count 10
- we'll be going without you! - I'm coming, Pa!
One, two, three, four, five...
Oh, dear!
My stays are so tight, I know I'll never get through the day without belching!
Well, John Wilkes.
It's a grand day you'll be having for the barbecue.
So it seems, Gerald.
Why isn't Mrs. O'Hara with you?
She's after settling accounts with the overseer,
but she'll be along for the ball tonight.
- Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara. - Thank you kindly, India.
Your daughter's getting prettier every day, John.
Oh India, here are the O'Hara girls. We must greet them.
I can't stand that Scarlett. If you'd see the way she throws herself at Ashley.
Now, now, that's your brother's business.
You must remember your duties as hostess.
Good morning, girls. You're looking lovely.
Good morning, Scarlett.
India Wilkes, what a lovely dress!
I just can't take my eyes off it.
Good morning, Miss Scarlett.
You look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.
Come on.
It's a pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.
Ashley!
Scarlett, my dear!
I've been looking for you everywhere.
I've got something I must tell you. Can't we go someplace where it's quiet?
Yes, I'd like to, but I have something to tell you too.
Something I... I hope you'll be glad to hear.
Come say hello to my cousin Melanie first.
Oh, do we have to?
She's been looking forward to seeing you again. Melanie!
- Here's Scarlett. - Scarlett!
I'm so glad to see you again.
Melanie Hamilton, what a surprise to run into you here.
I hope you'll stay with us a few days, at least.
I hope I shall stay long enough for us to become real friends, Scarlett.
- I do so want us to be. - We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett?
Oh we'll just have to make the biggest fuss over her, won't we, Ashley?
And if there's anybody who knows how to give a girl a good time, it's Ashley.
Though I expect our good times must seem terribly silly to you because you're so serious.
Oh, Scarlett, you have so much life.
I've always admired you so. I wish I could be more like you.
You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say things you don't mean.
Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere. Could they, my dear?
Well then, she's not like you, is she, Ashley?
Ash never means a word he says to any girl.
Oh, why, Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you!
But, Miss O'Hara, I...
Do you think that was kind to bring your good-looking brother down here
just to break my poor simple country-girl's heart?
Look at Scarlett. She's never even noticed Charles before,
now just because he's your beau, she's after him like a hornet.
Charles Hamilton, I want to eat barbecue with you.
And mind you don't go philandering with any other girl, because I'm mighty jealous.
I won't, Miss O'Hara. I couldn't!
I do declare, Frank Kennedy! You don't look dashing with that new set of new whiskers?
Oh thank you, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
You know Charles Hamilton and Wade Kelvert asked me to eat barbecue with them,
but I told them I couldn't because I'd promised you.
You needn't be so amused. Look at her. She's after your beau now.
That's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett.
I'll see what I can do, Miss Scarlett.
What's your sister so mad about, Scarlett? You sparking her beau?
As if I couldn't do better beau than that old maid in britches.
Brent and Stuart Tarleton, you handsome old things, you!
Oh no you're not. I didn't mean to say that I'm mad at you!
What have we done, honey?
You haven't been near me all day
and I wore this old dress just because I thought you liked it.
I was counting on eating barbecue with you two.
- Well you are, Scarlett. - Of course you are, honey.
I never can make up my mind which of you two is the handsomer.
I was awake all last night trying to figure it out.
Oh, shucks!
- Cathleen, who's that? - Who?
That man looking at us and smiling.
The nasty dark one.
My dear, don't you know?
That's Rhett Butler. He's from Charleston.
He has the most terrible reputation.
He looks as if... as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy.
Scarlett!
My dear, he isn't received.
He's had to spend most of his time up North
because his folks in Charleston won't even speak to him.
He was expelled from West Point, he's so fast.
And then there's that business about that girl he wouldn't marry.
Tell, tell!
Well, he took her out buggy-riding in the late afternoon without a chaperone
and then... and then he refused to marry her!
No, but she was ruined just the same.
Ashley...
- Happy? - So happy.
You seem to belong here
as if it had all been imagined for you.
I like to feel that I belong to the things you love.
- You love Twelve Oaks as I do. - Yes, Ashley.
I love it as... as more than a house.
It's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and beautiful.
It's so unaware that it may not last forever.
You're afraid of what may happen if the war comes, aren't you?
But we don't have to be afraid for us.
No war can come into our world, Ashley.
Whatever comes, I'll love you,
just as I do now, until I die.
Isn't this better than sitting at a table?
A girl hasn't got but two sides to her at a table.
- I'll go get her dessert. - Here, she said me!
Allow me, Miss O'Hara?
I think...
Hmm...
I think Charles Hamilton may get it.
Oh thank you, Miss O'Hara. Thank you!
Go get it, boy! Isn't he the luckiest...
Miss O'Hara...
I love you.
I don't guess I'm as hungry as I thought.
Why do I have to take a nap? I'm not tired.
Well-brought-up young ladies takes naps at parties.
And it's high time you started behaving yourselves
and acting like you was Miss Ellen's daughter.
When we were at Saratoga, I didn't notice any Yankee girls taking naps.
No, and you ain't gonna see no Yankee girls at the ball tonight, neither.
How was Ashley today, Scarlett?
He didn't seem to be paying much attention to you.
You mind your own business!
You'll be lucky if you don't lose ol' whisker-face Kennedy.
You've been sweet on Ashley for months
and his engagement's going to be announced tonight.
Pa said so this morning.
That's as much as you know.
Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen, you ought to behave yourself!
Acting like poor white-trash children!
If you's old enough to go to parties, you's old enough to act like ladies!
Who cares?
We've borne enough insults from the meddling Yankees.
It's time we made them understand we keep our slaves with or without their approval.
'Twas the sovereign right in the state of Georgia to secede from the Union.
That's right.
The South must assert herself by force of arms.
After we've fired on the Yankee rascals at Fort Sumter, we've got to fight.
- There's no other way. - Fight, that's right! Fight!
Let the Yankees be the ones to ask for peace.
The situation's very simple. The Yankees can't fight and we can.
There won't even be a battle. That's what I think!
They'll just turn and run every time.
- One Southerner can lick twenty Yankees. - Aye, we'll finish them in one battle.
Gentlemen can always fight better than rabble.
- Yes! - Gentlemen always fight better than rabbles.
And what does the captain of our troop say?
Well, gentlemen, if Georgia fights, I go with her.
But like my father, I hope that the Yankees let us leave the Union in peace.
- But Ashley! - But Ashley, they've insulted us!
You can't mean you don't want war?
Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars.
And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were about.
Now, gentlemen. Mr. Butler's been up North, I hear.
Don't you agree with us, Mr. Butler?
I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen.
What do you mean, sir?
I mean, Mr. Hamilton, there's not a cannon factory in the whole South.
What difference does that make, sir, to a gentleman?
I'm afraid it's going to make a great deal of difference to a great many gentlemen, sir.
Are you hinting, Mr. Butler, that the Yankees can lick us?
No, I'm not hinting.
I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees are better equipped than we.
They've got factories, shipyards, coal mines
and a fleet to bottle up our harbours and starve us to death.
All we've got is cotton and slaves, and arrogance.
That's treacherous, sir! I refuse to listen to any renegade talk!
- I'm sorry if the truth offends you. - Apologies aren't enough, sir.
I hear you were turned out of West Point, Mr. Rhett Butler.
And you aren't received in any family in Charleston.
Not even your own!
I apologize again for all my shortcomings.
Mr. Wilkes, perhaps you won't mind if I walk about and look over your place?
I seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy and cigars
and dreams of victory.
Well that's just about what you could expect from somebody like Rhett Butler.
You did everything but call him out.
- He refused to fight. - Not quite there, Charles.
- He refused to take advantage of you. - Take advantage of me?
Yes, he's one of the best shots in the country, as he's proved a number of times.
Against steadier hands and cooler heads than yours.
Well, I'll show him!
Now now now. Please. Don't go tweaking his nose any more.
You may be needed for more important fighting, Charles.
Now, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Butler's our guest.
I think I'll just show him around.
Ashley!
Ashley...
Scarlett.
Who are you hiding from me here?
What are you up to?
Why aren't you upstairs, resting with the other girls?
What is this, Scarlett, a secret?
Oh, Ashley...
Ashley!
- I love you. - Scarlett!
I love you, I do!
Well, isn't it enough that you gathered every other man's heart today?
You've always had mine. You cut your teeth on it.
Don't tease me now.
Have I your heart, my darling? I love you, I love you!
You mustn't say such things.
You'll hate me for hearing them.
I could never hate you, and... and I know you must care about me.
Oh you do care, don't you?
Yes, I care.
Oh, can't we go away and forget we ever said these things?
But how can we do that?
Don't you...? Don't you want to marry me?
I'm going to marry Melanie.
But you can't! Not if you care for me!
Oh, my dear, why must you make me say things that will hurt you?
How can I make you understand?
You're so young, and I'm thinking you don't know what marriage means.
I know I love you, and I want to be your wife.
You don't love Melanie.
She's like me, Scarlett.
She's part of my blood and we understand each other.
But you love me!
How could I help loving you?
You have all the passion for life that I lack.
But that kind of love isn't enough to make a successful marriage
for two people who are as different as we are.
Why don't you say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me.
You'd rather live with that silly little fool who can't open her mouth except to say
"yes", "no" and raise a passel of mealy-mouthed brats just like her!
You mustn't say things like that about Melanie.
Who are you to tell me I mustn't? You led me on! You...
- You made me believe you wanted to marry me. - Now, Scarlett, be fair!
- I never at any time... - You did! It's true, you did!
I'll hate you till I die!
I can't think of anything bad enough to call you!
Has the war started?
Sir, you... you should have made your presence known.
In the middle of that beautiful love scene?
That wouldn't have been very tactful, would it?
But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.
- Sir, you are no gentleman. - And you, Miss, are no lady.
But don't think that I hold that against you.
Ladies have never held any charm for me.
First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me!
I meant it as a compliment.
And I hope to see more of you, when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes.
He doesn't strike me as half good enough for a girl of your...
What was it? Your "passion for living".
How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boots!
And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.
Well, she certainly made a fool of herself running after all the men at the barbecue.
That's not fair, India.
She's so attractive, the men just naturally flock to her.
Oh Melanie, you're just too good to be true.
Didn't you even see her going after your brother Charles?
Yes, and she knows Charles belongs to me.
Oh you're wrong, India.
Scarlett's just high-spirited and vivacious.
Well men may flirt with girls like that, but they don't marry them.
I think you're being very mean to her.
Miss O'Hara!
Isn't it thrilling? Mr. Lincoln's called the soldiers, volunteers to fight against us!
Oh fiddle-dee-dee. Don't you men ever think about anything important?
But it's war, Miss O'Hara!
And everybody's going off to enlist. They're going right away. I'm going too!
Everybody?
Oh, Miss O'Hara, will you be sorry?
To see us go?
Why, I'll cry into my pillow every night.
Oh Miss O'Hara, I told you I loved you.
I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, and the sweetest, the dearest.
I know I couldn't hope that you could love me.
I'm so clumsy and stupid and not nearly good enough for you.
But if you could...
If you could think of marrying me, I'd do anything in the world for you.
Just anything, I promise.
What did you say?
Miss O'Hara, I said, "Would you marry me?"
Yes, Mr. Hamilton, I will.
You will? You'll marry me? You'll wait for me?
- I don't think I'd want to wait. - You mean you'll marry me before I go?
Oh, Miss O'Hara! Scarlett.
- When may I speak to your father? - The sooner the better.
I'll go now, I can't wait. Will you excuse me, dear?
Dear!
Mr. O'Hara! Mr. O'Hara!
It'll be a week at least before they call on me.
Only a week and then they take you away from me!
Oh, Ashley.
Scarlett. I thought of you at our wedding yesterday
and I hoped that yours would be as beautiful.
- And it was! - Was it?
Now we're really and truly sisters.
- Charles! - Melanie.
Don't cry, darling.
The war will be over in a few weeks, and I'll be coming back to you.
Miss Scarlett!
I don't care! I'm too young to be a widow.
Miss Scarlett!
Why, I'd just go around scaring people in that thing.
You ain't supposed to be around people. You's in mourning!
For what? I don't feel anything.
Why should I have to pretend and pretend?
What is it?
Oh, poor baby!
What is it?
My life is over!
- Nothing will ever happen to me anymore! - Darling...
Oh, Mother, I know you think I'm horrible.
But I just can't bear going around in black.
It's bad enough not being able to go to any parties. But looking this way too?
I don't think you're at all horrible.
It's only natural you want to look young and be young when you are young.
Oh, baby!
How would you like to go visiting somewhere? Savannah, perhaps?
- What would I do in Savannah? - No?
Well, Atlanta then. There's lots going on there.
And you could stay with Melanie and her Aunt Pittypat.
Melanie?
Yes.
Yes, I could, couldn't I?
Oh, Mother, you're sweet to me. Sweeter than anybody in the world!
You'd like it, really?
All right, then. Now stop your crying and smile.
You can take Prissy with you.
Start packing Miss Scarlett's things, Mammy.
I'll go write the necessary letters.
Atlanta!
Savannah would be better for you. You'd just get in trouble in Atlanta.
What trouble are you talking about?
You know what trouble I's talking about. I's talking about Mr. Ashley Wilkes.
He'll be coming to Atlanta when he gets his leave
and you's sitting there waiting for him just like a spider!
- He belongs to Miss Melanie... - You go pack my things like Mother said!
They're all whispering, and I just know it's about her!
What's it matter what they say, Aunt Pittypat?
But Scarlett is living under my roof, so they all think I'm responsible for her.
And for a widow to appear in public at a social gathering,
every time I think of it, I feel faint.
But Aunt Pitty, you know Scarlett came here only to help raise money for the cause.
It was splendid of her to make the sacrifice.
Anyone would think, to hear you talk,
that she came to dance instead of to sell things.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have important news! Glorious news!
Another triumph for our magnificent men in arms!
General Lee has completely whipped the enemy
and swept the Yankee army northward from Virginia!
And now, a happy surprise for all of us.
We have with us tonight, that most daring of all blockade runners,
whose fleet schooners, slipping past the Yankee guns,
have brought us here the very woollens and laces we wear tonight.
I refer, ladies and gentlemen, to that will-o'-the-wisp of the bounding main.
None other than our friend from Charleston,
Captain Rhett Butler!
Permit me.
Captain Butler, such a pleasure to see you again.
I met you last at my husband's home.
That's kind of you to remember, Mrs. Wilkes.
Did you meet Captain Butler at Twelve Oaks, Scarlett?
Yes, I... I think so.
Only for a moment, Mrs. Hamilton. It was in the library.
You had broken something.
Yes, Captain Butler, I remember you.
Ladies, the Confederacy asks for your jewellery on behalf of our noble cause.
We aren't wearing any. We're in mourning.
Wait.
On behalf of Mrs. Wilkes and Mrs. Hamilton.
Thank you, Captain Butler.
Just a moment, please.
But it's your wedding ring, ma'am.
It may help my husband more off my finger.
Thank you.
That was a very beautiful thing to do, Mrs. Wilkes.
Here.
You can have mine too. For the cause.
And you, Mrs. Hamilton. I know just how much that means to you.
- Melanie? - Yes, Dr. Meade?
I need your approval as a member of the Committee
for something we want to do that's rather shocking.
Will you excuse us, please?
I'll say one thing. The war makes the most peculiar widows.
I wish you'd go away!
If you'd had any raising, you'd know I'd never want to see you again!
Now, why be silly?
You've no reason for hating me.
I'll carry your guilty secret to my grave.
Oh I guess I'd be very unpatriotic to hate one of the great heroes of the war.
I do declare, I was surprised that you'd turn out to be such a noble character.
I can't bear to take advantage of your little girl ideas, Miss O'Hara.
I'm neither noble nor heroic.
- But you are a blockade runner? - For profit, and profit only.
Are you trying to tell me you don't believe in the cause?
I believe in Rhett Butler. He's the only cause I know.
The rest doesn't mean much to me.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
I have a startling surprise for the benefit of the hospital.
Gentlemen, if you wish to lead the opening reel with the lady of your choice,
you must bid for her!
Caroline Meade, how can you have let your husband conduct this... this slave auction!
Darlene Merriwether, how dare you criticize me!
Melanie Wilkes told the doctor
that if it's for the benefit of the cause, it's quite all right.
She did?
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Where are my smelling salts?
- I think I shall faint. - Don't you dare faint, Pittypat Hamilton!
If Melanie says it's all right, it is all right.
Come, gentlemen, do I hear your bids? Make your offers!
Don't be bashful, gentlemen!
Twenty dollars! Twenty dollars for Miss Maybelle Merriwether!
Twenty-five dollars for Miss Fanny Elsing!
Only $25 to give your...
- One hundred and fifty dollars in gold. - For what lady, sir?
For Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
- For whom, sir? - Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
Mrs. Hamilton is in mourning, Captain Butler.
But I'm sure any of our Atlanta belles would be proud to...
Dr. Meade, I said Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
She will not consider it, sir.
Oh, yes, I will!
My goodness gracious!
Ooh! Ooh!
Choose your partners for the Virginia reel!
We've sort of shocked the Confederacy, Scarlett.
It's a little bit like blockade running, isn't it?
It's worse. I expect a very fancy profit out of it.
I don't care what you expect or what they think. I'm gonna dance and dance!
Tonight I wouldn't mind dancing with Abe Lincoln himself!
Another dance and my reputation will be lost forever.
With enough courage you can do without a reputation.
Oh, you do talk scandalous!
You do waltz divinely, Captain Butler.
Don't start flirting with me. I'm not one of your plantation beaux.
I want more than flirting from you.
What do you want?
I'll tell you, Scarlett O'Hara, if you'll take that Southern belle simper off your face.
Someday I want you to say to me the words I heard you say to Ashley Wilkes.
"I love you."
That's something you'll never hear from me, Captain Butler, as long as you live.
How sweet. How kind. He is a thoughtful gentleman.
Fiddle-dee-dee. Why doesn't he say something about my sacrifice?
Oh. Oh!
Oh, the darling thing!
Oh, Rhett, it's lovely, lovely!
You didn't really bring it all the way from Paris just for me.
Yes, I thought it was about time I got you out of that fake mourning.
Next trip I'll bring you some green silk for a frock to match it.
- Oh, Rhett. - It's my duty to our
brave boys at the front to keep our girls at home looking pretty.
It's so long since I had anything new!
How do I look?
Awful! Just awful!
Why? What's the matter?
This war's stopped being a joke when a girl like you doesn't know how to wear the latest fashion.
Oh, Rhett! Let me do it.
But, Rhett, I don't know how I'd dare wear it!
You will, though.
And another thing, those pantalets!
I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalets anymore.
Oh what do they...? You shouldn't talk about such things.
You little hypocrite, you don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.
But Rhett, I really can't go on accepting these gifts, though you are awfully kind.
I'm not kind. I'm just tempting you.
I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid.
If you think I'll marry you just to pay for the bonnet, I won't.
Don't flatter yourself. I'm not a marrying man.
Well, I won't kiss you for it either.
Open your eyes and look at me.
No, I don't think I will kiss you.
Although you need kissing, badly.
That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often.
And by someone who knows how.
And I suppose you think you are the proper person!
I might be, if the right moment ever came.
You're a conceited, black-hearted varmint, Rhett Butler!
I don't know why I let you come and see me.
I'll tell you why, Scarlett.
Because I'm the only man over 16 and under 60 who's around to show you a good time.
But cheer up. The war can't last much longer.
Really, Rhett? Why?
There's a little battle going on right now that ought to pretty well fix things
- one way or the other. - Oh, Rhett.
Is Ashley in it?
So you still haven't gotten the wooden-headed Mr. Wilkes out of your mind.
- Yes, I suppose he's in it. - Oh but tell me Rhett, where is it?
Some little town in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg.
Casualty lists! Casualty lists!
Casualty lists!
Please! Please! Please!
Here are you, Miss Melanie.
They was fighting for them so, it just got tore in half.
Scarlett, you look.
The W's at the end.
Wellman, Wendel, White, Whitman, Wilkens, Williams, Woolsey, Wortman...
Scarlett, you've passed him!
He isn't there! He isn't there!
Ashley's safe, he isn't listed!
Oh, he's safe. He's safe!
Oh Scarlett, you're so sweet to worry about Ashley like this for me.
I must go to her.
Don't, my dear. Not here.
Let's go home.
Dr. Meade, not...?
Yes, our boy Darcy.
I was making these mittens for him.
He won't need them now.
Well, I'm gonna enlist.
I'll show them! I'll kill all those Yankees!
Phil Meade, you hush your mouth.
Do you think it'd help your mother to have you off getting shot too?
I've never heard of anything so silly!
It's a black day, Scarlett.
You haven't had bad news, have you?
- Ashley's safe. - I'm glad, for Mrs. Wilkes' sake.
But Rhett, there are so many others.
- Any of your friends? - Just about every family in the county.
- The Tarleton boys, Rhett, both of them. - Yes.
Look at them. All these poor tragic people.
The South's sinking to its knees. It'll never rise again.
The cause.
The cause of living in the past is dying right in front of us.
I never heard you talk like that before.
I'm angry. Waste always makes me angry and that's what all this is, sheer waste!
But don't you be downcast.
Ashley Wilkes is still alive to come home to the women who love him.
Both of them.
Oh, you're here!
You're really here at last!
Oh, my dear, I've waited so long!
Melanie, my dear, my darling wife!
Oh, but we're... we're forgetting Scarlett.
Scarlett, dear.
Why, is... is this any way to greet a returning warrior?
Ashley, I...
I...
Merry Christmas, Ashley.
Come on, old gentleman, come on. We's ate all your wives.
We's ate all your little chicks.
You got nobody to worry your head about leaving.
Come on. Now you just stand still so you
can be Christmas gift for the white folks.
Now, hold on!
Hold on!
Don't go getting so uppity.
Even if you is the last chicken in Atlanta.
Oh, let's not talk about the war. It's Christmas.
Let's talk about Twelve Oaks and Tara and all the times before there was any old war.
Can we have the wine, Aunt Pittypat?
Why did you say there wasn't enough, Uncle Peter?
There's plenty. It's the very last of my father's fine Madeira.
He got it from his uncle Admiral Will Hamilton of Savannah,
who married his cousin Jessica Carroll of Carrolton,
who was his second cousin once removed and akin to the Wilkeses too.
I saved it to wish Ashley a merry Christmas.
But you mustn't drink it all at once, because it is the last.
I meant it, my dear. It was a lovely Christmas gift.
Only generals have tunics like this, nowadays.
I'm so happy you like it, dear.
Where did you get the cloth?
It was sent to me by a Charleston lady.
I nursed her son while he was in the hospital, Ashley, before he died and...
Well, you will take good care of it, won't you?
You won't let it get torn. Promise me.
You mustn't worry.
I'll bring it back to you without any holes in it. I promise.
- Good night, my dear. - Good night, Scarlett, darling.
Is it time yet, Uncle Peter? Is it time for Mr. Ashley to leave?
Pretty quick now, Miss Scarlett.
Miss... Miss Melanie, she isn't going to the depot with him?
She hasn't changed her mind?
No, ma'am, she's laying down.
She's so upset, Mr. Wilkes told her she can't even come downstairs.
Ashley...
Ashley, let me go to the depot with you.
Oh Scarlett, I... I'd rather remember you as you are now.
Not shivering at the depot.
All right.
Oh Ashley, I've got a present for you too!
Why, Scarlett, it's beautiful!
Tie it on me, my dear.
While Melly was making a new tunic, I made this to go with it.
You made it yourself?
Well, then I shall value it all the more.
You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
There's something you can do for me.
What is it?
Will you look after Melanie for me?
She's so frail and gentle, and she... she loves you so much.
- You see, if I were killed, and she... - Oh you mustn't say that! It's bad luck.
Say a prayer, quickly.
You say one for me.
We shall need all our prayers. Now the end is coming.
- The end? - The end of the war
and the end of our world, Scarlett.
But Ashley, you don't think the Yankees are beating us?
Oh, Scarlett, my men are barefooted now!
And the snow in Virginia's deep.
When I see them, and I see the Yankees coming and coming,
always more and more!
Well, when the end does come, I shall be far away.
It'll be a comfort to me to know that she has you.
You will promise, won't you?
Yes.
Is that... Is that all, Ashley?
All except... goodbye.
Oh, Ashley, I can't let you go!
- You must be brave. You must! - No, no!
How else can I bear going?
Oh, Scarlett! You're so fine and strong and beautiful.
Not just your sweet face, my dear,
but you.
Oh Ashley.
Ashley, kiss me. Kiss me goodbye.
Ashley.
- No, Scarlett. No! - Oh, Ashley, I love you.
I've always loved you. I've never loved anyone else.
I only married Charles just to hurt you.
Ashley, tell me you love me.
I'll live on it the rest of my life!
Goodbye.
When the war is over, Ashley.
When the war is over.
And there's a place back home
where a wild plum tree comes to flower in the springtime
down by the creek, you know.
Yes, I know, I know.
When we were little, my... my brother Jeff and I used to...
I told you about my brother Jeff, didn't I, ma'am?
I know I did. He...
We don't know where Jeff is now, ma'am.
Since Bull Run, we haven't heard anything and...
Please, we must have your temperature now.
Just take this in your mouth and not talk anymore. Not just now.
Melanie, I'm so tired. I've got to go home.
Aren't you tired, Melanie?
No, I'm not tired, Scarlett.
This might be Ashley
and only strangers here to comfort him.
No, I'm not tired, Scarlett.
They could all be...
Ashley.
I've been sitting by this curb one solid hour waiting to speak to you, Mrs. Wilkes.
Go on, you trash. Don't you be pestering these ladies.
- Don't talk to her, Melly. - It's all right, Scarlett. Who are you?
My name's Belle Watling.
But that don't matter. I expect you think I got no business here.
Hadn't you best tell me what you want to see me about?
First time I come here, I says, "Belle, you're a nurse."
The ladies didn't want my kind of nursing. Well, they was more than likely right.
Then I tried giving them money. But my money wasn't good enough for them either!
The old peahens!
I know a gentleman who says you're a human being.
If you are, which they ain't, you'll take my money for the hospital.
What are you doing here? Haven't you been told twice already?
This time I'm conversing with Mrs. Wilkes!
You might as well take my money, Miss Wilkes.
It's good money, even if it is mine.
I'm sure you're very generous.
No I'm not. I'm a Confederate, like everybody else, that's all.
Of course you are!
Some folks here wouldn't feel that way.
But maybe they ain't as good Christians as you.
Look, Mrs. Meade, it's a great deal of money.
Ten, twenty, thirty, fifty!
And it's not our paper money, it's gold!
Let me see that handkerchief. R.B.!
And she's driving away in Rhett Butler's carriage!
Oh, if I just wasn't a lady, what wouldn't I tell that varmint!
"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
"He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He...
"He restoreth my soul.
"He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
"I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
"Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me."
The Yankees!
Yankees! Oh, Dr. Meade, they're... they're getting closer.
They'll never get into Atlanta. They'll never get through old Peg Leg Hood.
...safe at the hospital.
Give me something for the pain!
Sorry, son, we haven't got anything to give you.
These animules is driving me crazy!
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, soldier.
Oh, 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, you won't! 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! Oh! Oh!
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, Frank? Are you all right? Are you bad hurt?
- But Miss Suellen. Is she...? - Oh, she's all right Frank, but I...
Dr. Wilson needs you in the operating room, Miss Hamilton.
He's gonna take off that leg. Better hurry.
I'll be back.
No! No! You leave me alone! Don't! Lord!
I can't stand it! No, don't!
Don't cut! Don't cut!
Don't! Don't! Please!
Where's the nurse?
Miss Hamilton, Dr. Wilson's awaiting.
Let him wait! I'm going home! I've done enough!
I don't want any more men dying and screaming. I don't want any more!
Big Sam!
Big Sam! Big Sam!
Almighty Moses! It's Miss Scarlett!
Big Sam! Big Sam.
Sam, Elijah, Prophet, Apostle. I'm so glad to see you.
Tell me about Tara, about my mother. She didn't write me.
- She gone got sick, Miss Scarlett. - Sick?
Just a little bit sick, that's all, Miss Scarlett.
Your pa, he'd was wild when they wouldn't let him fight on account of his broken knee.
And he had fits when they took all us field hands to dig the ditch for the white soldiers to hide in.
But your ma said the Confederacy needs us. So we's gonna dig for the South.
- Sam, was there a doctor? - Sorry, 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. Goodbye.
Scarlett! Scarlett!
Whoa.
Climb into this buggy. This is no day for walking. You'll get run over!
Oh, Rhett.
Rhett, drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it?
Whoa, whoa!
That's just another of General Sherman's calling cards.
He'll be paying us a visit soon.
I gotta get out of here. I gotta get out of here before the Yankees come!
Leave your work at the hospital?
Or have you had enough of death and lice and men chopped up?
Well, I suppose you weren't meant for sick men, Scarlett.
Don't talk to me like that, Rhett. I'm so scared!
I wish I could get out of here.
Let's get out of here together.
No use staying here, 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 Wilkes 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.
Whoa!
Well, here we are. Are you going with me or are you getting out?
I hate and despise you, Rhett Butler.
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 cannonballs 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
but oh, dear! Yankeeses in Georgia! How did they ever get in?
Oh 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?
Don't you dare 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.
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!
Scarlett, 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. - Why can't we... Can't we take her along?
Would you want her to take that chance?
Would you want her to be jounced over rough roads
and have the baby ahead of time, in the 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. I don't know what to do.
It... 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! 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 and leaving us to the Yankees?
Not leaving, ma'am, evacuating.
We've got to before Sherman cuts the McDonough road to the south
and catches the lot of 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 now.
Prissy!
Prissy! Prissy, come here Prissy!
Go pack my things and Miss Melanie's too. We're going to Tara right away.
The Yankees are coming!
Scarlett! Scarlett!
Oh Melly, we're going to...
Melly...
I'm sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett.
It began at daybreak.
But... But...
But the... 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 right away. - Not yet, Scarlett.
I couldn't let Dr. Meade sit here for hours while...
while all those poor, badly wounded boys...
Prissy! Prissy, Prissy!
Come here, quick! Prissy.
Go 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.
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 the uniform like ladies' red flannel underdrawers?
You don't have to keep on talking for my sake, Scarlett.
I know how worried you are.
♪ For to tote the weary load ♪
♪ No matter, 'twill never... ♪
Oh, Melly, I...
I'll just go and fetch you some cool water.
You're as slow as molasses in January. And where's Dr. Meade?
- I never seen him, Miss Scarlett. - What?
No, he ain't at the hospital.
A man, he 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!
Oh you 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 Doctor...? - Move aside, lady, please.
Dr. Meade?
Dr. Meade.
Dr. Meade, at last!
Thank heaven you're here. I need every pair of hands.
Now, 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 and... 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.
- Bring the stretchers in here. - Dr. Meade?
Yeah, 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'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 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! Scarlett!
Miss Scarlett!
Stop it!
Go light a fire on the stove. Keep boiling water in the kettle.
Get me the ball of twine, and...
and all the clean towels you can find, and... and the scissors.
Don't come tellin' me you can't find them! Go get them and get them quick!
Scarlett! Scarlett!
- 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 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, 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.
Captain Butler!
Captain Butler! Captain Butler!
- Who do you want? - Captain Butler.
He's upstairs. Belle Watling's giving a party.
Yes, sir. Thank you.
Captain Butler! Oh, 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, 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 it.
Do you mean to tell me that Scarlett...?
Well, 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, Prissy, but the army took my horse and carriage.
You better come upstairs, and I'll see what I can do.
Oh, no, Captain Butler.
My ma would wear me out with a cornstalk if'n I was to go into Mrs. Watling's.
Any of you beauties know where I can steal a horse for a good cause?
- Whoa, Marse Robert. - Rhett!
- Is that you, Rhett? - We's here, Miss Scarlett! We's here.
Oh 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!
And if you had 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 gotta get out of here!
At your service, madam. Just where were you figuring on going?
Home, to Tara.
Tara? Don't you know that they've been fighting all day around Tara?
Do you think you can parade right through the Yankee army
with a sick woman, a baby and a simple-minded darkie?
Or do you intend leaving them behind?
They're going with me, and I'm going home, and 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.
And even though it isn't much of an animal, I did have a lot of 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, I will!
Shh, shh, shh.
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.
- Prissy! What're you doing? - I'm packing, Miss Scarlett!
Well, stop it and come and get the baby!
Yes, ma'am.
Melly?
- 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. It's all right.
My baby.
My poor baby.
Have you the strength to put your arms around my neck?
I think so.
Never mind.
Ashley, Charles!
What is it? What's she want?
Ashley's picture and Charles' sword. She wants us to bring them.
Get them.
What... What's that?
Our gallant lads must've set fire to the warehouses near the depot.
Enough ammunition in boxcars down there to blow us to Tara.
We'll have to hurry if we're gonna get across the tracks.
You're not going that way!
We have to. 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, my dear.
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. - Get away. Clear. Get out of here.
I'll get him!
Give me that horse!
Oh Scarlett...
Oh, Miss Scarlett!
Haven't left much for the Yankees to take there.
We'll make a dash for it before the fire reaches that ammunition.
Come on!
Throw me your shawl.
Darling, you'll like it better if you don't see anything.
Come on!
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. The poor gallant fools.
They make me sick, all of them.
Getting us all into this by swaggering and boasting.
That's the way I felt once about their "swaggering and boasting".
Oh 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, Captain Butler.
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?
Oh, yes, 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.
Oh no. They'll turn and make a last stand if I know anything about them.
And when they do, I'll be with them.
- I'm 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, but never a thought for the noble cause.
Rhett, how could you do this to me, and...
And why should you go now that, 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.
There's one thing I do know, and that is I love you, Scarlett.
In spite of you and 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 the 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're a low-down, cowardly, nasty thing, you!
They were right. Everybody was right. You... 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! I...
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, Melly. Mother'll 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... We'll stop there.
Go on!
Oh, Ashley.
Ashley, I'm glad you're not here to see this.
The Yankees. The dirty Yankees!
Prissy! 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 onto 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?
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, darling.
Mammy!
Mammy, I'm home.
Honey child...
Oh, mammy, I'm so... 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... 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.
Then last night, she...
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, Paul.
There ain't no barn no more, Miss Scarlett.
The Yankees done and burned it for firewood.
They used the house for their headquarters, Miss Scarlett.
They camped all around the place.
Yankees in Tara?
Yes'm, 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, Paul. 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.
Your 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.
But what kind of bonds, Pa?
Why, Confederate bonds, of course, darling.
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
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 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, 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 folkses too!
I's only got two hands.
Who's gonna milk that cow, Miss Scarlett? We is 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 folk.
If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill,
as God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again!
Oh, 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, Paul, what is it?
I've been talking to Prissy and Mammy and 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, Paul, 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, Melanie Wilkes.
I've 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 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! Scarlett, what happened? What is it, Scarlett? What is it?
Don't be scared, chickens!
Your big sister was trying to clean 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 gotta get him out of here, Scarlett, and bury him.
If the Yankees find him here, they'll...
I didn't see anyone else. I think he must be a deserter.
Well even so, we've gotta hide him.
They might hear about it, and then they'd... they'd come and get you.
I could bury him in the arbour where the ground is soft, but...
but how will I get him out of here?
- We'll both take a leg and drag him. - You couldn't drag a cat.
Scarlett...
Do you think it'd 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. Just 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 round his head.
Oh, 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 my mess when I've buried him.
No, I'll... 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'll be coming home.
We'll plant more cotton. Cotton ought to go sky-high next year.
♪ While we were marching through Giorgia ♪
♪ 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!
Acts like they won the war.
Now you come on, give me them pants, Mr. Kennedy.
Come on!
Now you scrub yourself with that strong lye soap,
'fore I come down and scrub you myself.
I'm gonna put these britches in the boiling pot.
The whole Confederate Army's got the same troubles,
crawling clothes and dysentery.
I think it's humiliating the way you're treating Mr Kennedy.
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 of war, and we could've had him with us in Cobb's Legion.
- Were you in Cobb's Legion? - Yes, ma'am.
Why, then, you must know my husband, Major Wilkes?
Oh, yes, ma'am. He was captured at Spotsylvania, I think.
Captured? Oh, thank heaven! 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.
Here I slave day and night just so we can have enough food to keep body and soul together,
and you give it all away to those starving scarecrows.
I'd sooner have a plague of locusts around the place.
Oh 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... I...
Miss Scarlett, I was aiming to ask for Suellen.
Do you mean to tell me, Frank Kennedy,
you haven't asked for her after all these years she's been counting on you?
Well I... The truth is, I'm so much older than she is, and,
well, and 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'd go out somewhere and get myself a little business, if we're engaged.
- As soon as I get on my feet again, we can... - All right, Frank.
I'm sure I can speak for Pa. You go ask her now.
Oh! Thank you. Thank you, Miss Scarlett!
Excuse me, Mrs. Wilkes. 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!
- Hope this one isn't hungry. - He'll be hungry.
I'll tell Prissy to get an extra plate...
Ashley!
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'm, he's shod all right. Miss Scarlett, ma'am?
Fine thing, when horses can get shoes and humans can't.
- Here, stir this soap. - Yes'm.
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 in heaven's name are you talking about?
Well Miss Scarlet, 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 done run the taxes way up sky-high on Tara.
- How much more we got to pay? - I hear the taxman say $300.
Three hundred...!
Well 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. - 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.
Just think what heights I may climb to, once I get the knack.
Ashley, the Yankees want $300 more in taxes.
What shall we do?
Ashley, what's to become of us?
What do you think 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, Ashley Wilkes,
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,
while your Tara is 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... 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.
Oh I can never make you understand, because you don't know the meaning of fear.
You never mind facing realities.
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...
I've weeded, and hoed and picked cotton till 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 left nothing 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.
Ashley, 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...
And anyway, Melanie can't...
Dr. Meade told me she couldn't ever have any more children, and I could give you...
Why 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... I don't love you. - It's a lie!
Well even if it is a lie, do you think I'd go off and leave Melanie and the baby?
Break Melanie's heart? Scarlett, you're mad.
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 honour.
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.
We won't do this. I tell you, we won't do it!
It won't happen again.
- You love me. - 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.
I love them so much that a moment ago I could've forgotten
- the best wife a man ever had. - You love me.
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 Emmie Slattery.
- Yes'm, it's me. - Stop!
You haven't forgotten your old overseer, have you?
Well, Emmie'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 baptised your other brats after you killed my mother?
We came out here to pay a call.
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 out here to offer to buy the place from you.
To make you a right good offer. Emmie's got a hankering to live here.
Get off this place, you dirty Yankee!
You bum-trucking, 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, come back! Pa!
Yankee coward!
Pa!
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, Miss Scarlett.
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's tears but yours.
Oh, Mammy, Mammy!
You've 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... so thin and pale, and...
I haven't any clothes.
Scoot up to the attic, Mammy, and get down Ma's old box of dress patterns.
- What you up to in Miss Ellen's portière? - You're gonna make me a new dress.
Not with Miss Ellen's portières! Not while I got breath in my body.
Great balls of fire! They're my portières now.
I'm going to Atlanta for that $300, and I've got to go looking like a queen.
- Who's going to Atlanta with you? - I'm going alone.
That's what you thinks!
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 knows you ever since I put the first pair diapers on you.
I said I's going to Atlanta with you, and going I is!
Kings in trade, eh? Too good for me, Major.
You know it's a pity we couldn't have fought the war out in a poker game.
You'd have done better than General Grant, with far less effort.
What is it, Corporal?
Sir, there's a lady to see Captain Butler. Says she's his sister.
Another sister?
This is a jail, not a harem, Captain 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?
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 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.
The Yankees have trumped up some charge against me,
but what they're really after is my money.
They seem to think I made off with the Confederate treasury.
- Well, well did you? - What a leading question.
Well 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.
Oh! 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 'cause I was so miserable at the thought of you in trouble.
Oh I know 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 anything 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!
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 magnolia, Scarlett.
So things have been going well at Tara, have they?
Oh yes!
What have you been doing with your hands?
It's just that I went riding last week without my gloves.
These don't belong to a lady. You've been working with them like a field hand!
Why did you lie to me, and what are you really up to?
Now Rhett!
In another minute I'd almost believed you cared something.
But I do care!
Suppose we get down to the truth. You want something from me,
and you want it bad enough to put on quite a show in your velvets.
What is it? Money?
I want $300 to pay the taxes on Tara.
Oh Rhett, I did lie to you when 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?
- Oh my earbobs. - Not interested.
- Mortgage on Tara. - What would I do with a farm?
Why, 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, 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 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. Stop it! Here, stop it. You 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... and yet you let me go on!
I enjoyed hearing what you had to say. Cheer up.
You can come to my hanging, I'll remember you in my will.
I'll come to your hanging!
The only thing I'm afraid of is they won't hang you in time to pay the taxes on Tara!
Tell him Belle Watling.
Where have you been lately? I thought you deserted Captain Butler.
Oh I keep myself occupied. Help me out.
Who that? I ain't never see'd hair that colour before in my life.
Does you know a dyed-haired woman?
Wish I knew 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 you doing tonight, Susie? - That's one of them Georgia peaches!
Nothing like that in Ohio.
You know what we're gonna do?
What?
We're gonna give every last one of you 40 acres and a mule.
- And a mule? - Forty acres and a mule!
- Gee! - Because we're your friend.
And you're gonna become voters and vote like your friends do!
- What's your hurry, sister? - What's come over this here town?
Yankees have come over it. Same as they've come over all of them.
Out of our way, trash!
Get out of the way here! Get away! Go on.
Surely it can't be Miss Scarlett!
- Why, Frank Kennedy! - And Mammy.
It sure is good to see home folks.
- I didn't know you were in Atlanta. - I didn't know you were.
Didn't Miss Suellen tell you about my store?
Did she? I don't remember. Have you a store?
- This? - Won't you come in, look around a bit?
I don't suppose it looks like much to a lady, but
I can't help being proud of it.
- You're not making money? - Well, I can't complain.
In fact, I'm mighty encouraged.
Folks tell me I'm just a born merchant.
Won't be long now before Miss Suellen and I can marry.
- Are you doing as well as all that? - Yes, I am, Miss Scarlett.
I'm no millionaire yet,
but I've cleared $1000 already.
- And lumber too. - Well...
- That's only a sideline. - A sideline, Frank?
With all the good Georgia pine around Atlanta, and all this building going on?
Well, all that takes money, Miss Scarlett and...
I gotta be thinking about buying a home.
What would you want a home for?
For Miss Suellen and me to set up housekeeping.
Here in Atlanta.
You'd want to bring her to Atlanta, wouldn't you?
There wouldn't be much help in that for Tara.
I don't rightly know what you mean, Miss Scarlett.
I don't mean a thing.
Frank, how'd you like to drive me out to my Aunt Pitty's?
Oh nothing'd give me more pleasure, Miss Scarlett.
I think you better stay to supper, too.
I'm sure Aunt Pitty'd be agreeable, and I know I'd like a long visit with you.
Oh, you act on me just like a tonic, Miss Scarlett.
And will you tell me all the news...
All the news of Miss Suellen?
What's the matter, Miss Scarlett? Miss Suellen's not ill, is she?
Oh, no, no. I thought surely she had written you.
I guess she was ashamed to write you. She should be ashamed.
Oh how awful to have such a mean sister.
You must tell me, Miss Scarlett.
Don't leave me on tenterhooks.
Well, she's going to marry one of the county boys next month.
She just got tired of waiting, was afraid she'd be an old maid and...
Oh, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you.
Oh it's cold, and I left my muff at home.
Would you... Would you mind if I put my hand in your pocket?
But, Melanie, you don't realize what she's done!
She's gone and married my Mr. Kennedy!
He's my beau and she's gone and married him!
She did it to save Tara, you must understand that. Tara...
I hate Tara!
And I hate Scarlett! She's the only thing I hate worse than Tara!
It's all my fault.
I should've committed highway robbery to get that tax money for you.
I couldn't let you do anything like that, and...
Anyway, it's done now.
Yes, it's done now.
You won't let me do anything dishonourable,
yet you'd sell yourself in marriage to a man you didn't love.
Well, at least you won't have to worry about my helplessness anymore.
What do you mean?
I'm going to New York.
I've arranged to get a position in a bank there.
But you can't do that.
I... I've counted on you to help me start a lumber business, Ashley, and... and...
Well I counted on you.
Oh Scarlett, I wouldn't be any good to you.
I don't know anything about the lumber business.
You know as much as you do about banking, and...
and I'd give you half the business, Ashley.
That's generous of you, Scarlett.
But it isn't that.
If I'd go to Atlanta and take help from you again,
I'd bury forever any hope of ever standing alone.
Oh, is that all?
Well, you could gradually buy the business, and then it would be your own and... and...
No, Scarlett.
Oh! Ashley!
Ashley!
Scarlett?
Scarlett, what is it?
Ashley's so mean and hateful!
What have you done?
She... She wanted me to go to Atlanta.
To help me start my lumber business, and he won't lift a finger to help me!
How unchivalrous of you.
Why, think, Ashley, think!
If it hadn't been for Scarlett, I'd have died in Atlanta, and...
and... and maybe we wouldn't have little Beau, and...
And when I think of her picking cotton and ploughing,
just to keep food in our mouths, I could just...
Oh, my darling.
All right, Melanie. I'll go to Atlanta.
I can't fight you both.
Come on, lift them feet!
Well, there's your new mill hands, Mrs. Kennedy.
The pick of all the best jails in Georgia.
They look pretty thin and weak to me, Gallagher.
Halt!
They're the best you can lease, ma'am.
If you'll just give Johnnie Gallegher a free hand,
you'll get what you want out of them.
All right, you're the foreman.
All I ask is that you keep the mill running and deliver my lumber when I want it.
Johnnie Gallegher's your man, miss. But remember,
no questions and no interference.
That's a bargain. Start them in the morning, Gallagher.
Come on, get a move on. Come on, move on there!
But Scarlett, this isn't right and you know it.
It's bad enough for a woman to be in business at all, but why...
What are you complaining about?
You never would've owned a mill if I hadn't taken things over.
But I didn't want the mill in the first place
and we couldn't have bought it
if you hadn't pressed all of our friends for the money they owed me.
Isn't that right, Ashley?
What? Are you running a charitable institution?
Now go back to the store, Frank, and...
and then go home and take your medicine. You're not looking very well.
But sugar, don't you think you'd better come...?
Great balls of fire! Don't bother me any more and don't call me "sugar".
All right. All right. Good night, Ashley.
My, my!
She can get mad quicker than any woman I ever saw.
Scarlett, I don't like to interfere, but
I do wish you'd let me hire free darkies instead of using convicts.
I believe we could do better.
Darkies? But their pay would break us, and convicts are dirt cheap
and if we just give Gallegher a free hand...
A free hand? You know what that means. He'll starve them and whip them.
Didn't you see them? Some of them are sick. Underfed.
Oh Ashley, how you do run on.
If I let you alone, you'd be giving them chicken three times a day and
tucking them to sleep with eiderdown quilts.
Scarlett, I will not make money out of the enforced labour and misery of others.
You weren't so particular about owning slaves.
That was different. We didn't treat them that way.
Besides, I'd have freed them all when father died,
if the war hadn't already freed them.
Oh, I'm sorry, Ashley.
But have you forgotten what it's like without money?
I found out that money is the most important thing in the world.
And I don't intend ever to be without it again.
I'm going to make money enough so the Yankees could never take Tara away from me.
I'm going to make it the only way I know how.
But we're not the only Southerners who've suffered, Scarlett.
Look at all our friends. They're keeping their honour and their kindness too.
Yes, and they're starving.
I haven't got any use for fools who won't help themselves.
Oh, I know what they're saying about me, and I don't care.
I'm going to make friends with the Yankee Carpetbaggers
and I'm going to beat them at their own game.
And you're going to beat them with me.
That's it. Pull it a little over to that side.
- Afternoon, Mrs. Kennedy. - Good afternoon.
- Business is certainly growing, ain't it? - It certainly is.
But Scarlett, you're doing business with the same people
who robbed us and tortured us and... and left us to starve.
All that's past, Melly.
And I intend to make the best of things, even if they are Yankee things.
And do you know, Dolly Merriwether, that Dr. Meade actually saw her
- peddling lumber to those Yankees herself? - And that isn't all.
I think it's shocking what she's doing to my brother Ashley.
She's even taken to driving her own buggy.
My dear Mrs. Kennedy. My very dear Mrs. Kennedy!
I don't see how you have the gall to face me!
When I think you could've had my millions if you'd just waited a little while.
Oh, how fickle is woman!
What is it you want? I have important things to do.
Would you mind satisfying my curiosity on a point which has bothered me for some time?
Well, what is it? Be quick.
Tell me Scarlett, do you never shrink from marrying men you don't love?
How did you ever get out of jail? Why didn't they hang you?
Oh, that! Not much trouble. There's nothing much that money won't buy.
I observe it's even bought you the honourable Mr. Wilkes.
So you still hate Ashley Wilkes. Did you know I believe you're jealous of him.
You still think you're the belle of the county, don't you?
That you're the cutest little trick in shoe leather.
And that every man you meet is dying of love for you.
Let me by.
Don't be angry, Scarlett. Tell me, where are you going?
I'm going out to the mill, if it's any of your business.
Through Shantytown alone?
Haven't you been told that it's dangerous to drive alone through all that riffraff?
Don't worry about me.
I can shoot straight, if I don't have to shoot too far.
What a woman!
Could you give me a quarter?
Let go of my horse!
Hold this horse.
- Let go! - Give me that gun.
Help! Help!
Help!
Miss Scarlett!
Wait, Miss Scarlett!
Miss Scarlett, wait!
Miss Scarlett! Miss Scarlett!
- It's Sam! - Big Sam?
Miss Scarlett, wait!
Sam! Sam!
Is you hurt, Miss Scarlett? Did they hurt you?
Don't you cry, Miss Scarlett. Big Sam will get you out of this in a jiffy.
Horse, make tracks!
You get to Tara just as quick as you can and stay there.
I sure will. I's had enough of them Carpetbaggers.
Thank you, Mr. Frank. Goodbye, Miss Scarlett.
Goodbye, Sam, and thank you.
Scarlett, change your dress and go over to Miss Melly's for the evening.
I've got to go to a political meeting.
A political meeting?
How can you go to a political meeting after what I've been through this afternoon?
Oh, sugar. You're more scared than hurt.
Nobody cares about me.
You all act as though it were nothing at all.
The men talk, talk, talk about protecting our women
and then after what happened to me this afternoon
Frank has to go to a political meeting.
And if it won't pain you too much, India Wilkes,
I'd be much obliged if you'd tell me why you're staring at me.
Has my face gone green or something?
It won't pain me.
What happened this afternoon was just what you deserved.
And if there was any justice, you'd have gotten worse.
Sweetie, hush up.
Oh let her talk, Melanie. She's always hated me.
Ever since I took her brother Charles away from her,
though she's too much of a hypocrite to admit it.
Why, if she thought anybody'd take after her, she'd walk down the street naked.
I do hate you!
You've done all you could to lower the prestige of decent people.
And now you've endangered the lives of our men
- because they've got to... - India!
I don't think we'd better say any more, or one of us will be saying too much.
What's going on around here that I don't know about?
Shh!
Somebody's coming up the walk. Somebody that ain't Mr. Ashley.
Will you hand me the pistol, please, Mrs. Meade?
Whoever it is,
we know nothing.
Where have they gone? Now you've got to tell me, Mrs. Wilkes. It's life or death.
Don't tell him anything. He's a Yankee spy.
Quickly. Please! There may still be time.
How did you know?
I've been playing poker with two Yankee captains.
The Yankees knew there'd be trouble tonight.
They sent the cavalry out to be ready for it.
Your husband and his friends are walking into a trap.
Don't tell him. He's trying to trap you.
Out the Decatur road. The old Sullivan plantation.
The house is burned. They're meeting in the cellar.
I'll do what I can.
What's all this about? If you don't tell me, I'll go crazy.
We thought it best not to tell you, Scarlett,
but Ashley and Frank and the others
have gone to clean out those woods where you were attacked.
It's what a great many of our Southern gentlemen have had to do to lately for our protection.
And if they're captured, they'll be hanged, Scarlett. And it would be your fault.
Another word and you go out of this house, India.
Scarlett did what she thought she had to do.
And our men are doing what they think they have to do.
Frank...
and Ashley.
Oh, it isn't possible.
There's horses, Miss Melly. Here they come.
We're sewing, we're sewing!
Open the door, Mammy.
Good evening, Mrs. Kennedy.
Which of you ladies is Mrs. Wilkes?
I am Mrs. Wilkes.
I should like to speak to Mr. Wilkes if you please.
He's not here.
- Are you sure? - Don't you doubt Miss Melly's word!
I meant no disrespect, Mrs. Wilkes.
If you'll give me your word, I won't search the house.
Search if you like, but Mr. Wilkes is at a political meeting at Mr. Kennedy's store.
He's not at the store, and there's no meeting tonight, no political meeting.
We'll wait outside till he and his friends return.
Sergeant, surround the house. Put a man on each door and window.
Yes, sir!
Keep on with your sewing, ladies.
And I'll read aloud.
"The Personal History and Experience of David Copperfield.
"Chapter One. I am born.
"To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born..."
"Chapter Nine. I have a memorable birthday.
"I passed over all that happened at school
"until the anniversary of my birthday came round in March.
"Except that Steerforth was more to be admired than ever, I remember nothing.
"He was going away at the end of the half-year,
"if not sooner, and was more spirited and independent than before in my eyes.
"And therefore more engaging than before, but
"beyond this, I remember nothing.
"The great..."
"I remember nothing."
Melly, they're drunk!
Leave this to me, Scarlett. And, please, say nothing.
- You stupid fool! - Shh!
Quiet!
Will you shut up, for the love of...
Hello, Melly.
So you've got my husband intoxicated again, Captain Butler. Well, bring him in.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilkes, your husband's under arrest.
If you arrest all the men who get intoxicated in Atlanta,
you must have a good many Yankees in jail, Captain.
Well I'm... I don't...
Bring him in, Captain Butler, if you can walk yourself.
- Wait a minute. - I wanna tell you a little story.
Listen, Doctor, I...
Put him down in that chair.
♪ All the darkies in a... ♪
And now, Captain Butler, will you please leave my house
and try to remember not to come here again.
Well now, that's fine thanks I get for bringing him home
and not leaving him on the streets in this shameful condition.
Now, boys, all together...
Dr. Meade!
I'm astonished at you!
Oh, Ashley!
How can you do this to me?
I ain't so very drunk, Melly.
Take him into the bedroom, Mammy. Lay him out on the bed as usual.
- Don't touch him. He's under arrest. Sergeant. - Yes, sir.
Now, Tom, what do you want to arrest him for? I've seen him drunker.
I've seen you drunker. And you've seen me...
He can lie in the gutter for all I care. I'm not a policeman.
But he led a raid on that Shantytown where Mrs. Kennedy got into trouble this afternoon.
A lot of shanties were burned. A couple of men were killed.
It's about time you rebels learned you can't take the law into your own hands.
What are you laughing at?
This isn't your night to teach that lesson, Tom.
These two have been with me tonight. Yes, sir.
With you, Rhett?
Where?
I don't like to say in the presence of ladies.
You'd better say.
Come out on the porch and I'll tell you.
Speak out, Captain Butler. I think I have a right to know where my husband's been.
Well, ma'am,
we dropped in on a friend of mine
and the Captain's.
A Mrs. Belle Watling.
We played cards and drank champagne, and, well...
Now you've done it. Did you have to show me up in front of my wife?
Now, I hope you're satisfied, Tom.
These ladies won't be on speaking terms with their husbands tomorrow.
Well, Rhett, I had no idea. I...
Look here, will you take an oath that they were with you tonight at... at Belle's?
Ask Belle if you don't believe me. She'll tell you again.
Will you give me your word, as a gentleman?
As a gentleman?
Why, certainly, Tom.
Well, if I... If I've made a mistake, I'm sorry and I...
And I hope you'll forgive me, Mrs. Wilkes. I...
If you'll go and leave us in peace, please.
Well, I... I say I'm sorry.
Well, I am sorry.
Come on, Sergeant.
Lock that door. Pull down the shades.
- Oh! - Ashley!
He's all right. It's only in the shoulder.
Get him on the bed where I can dress the wound.
I think I can walk.
It's not worth the effort. Which way?
In here.
- Mammy, I want some hot water. - Yes sir.
And lint for bandages.
Now what can I use for a probe? If I only had my bag.
Were you really there? What did it look like?
Does she have cut-glass chandeliers, plush curtains and dozens of mirrors?
Good heavens, Mrs. Meade, remember yourself.
Now, Captain Butler, tell me what happened, all that happened.
I was too late.
When I got to the old Sullivan place,
there had already been a skirmish with the Yankees.
I found Mr. Wilkes wounded, and Dr. Meade was with him.
I had to prove they'd been somewhere, anyplace but where they were.
- So I took them to Belle's. - And she took them in?
She's by way of being an old friend of mine.
Oh, I'm sorry...
I'm sorry I couldn't think up a more dignified alibi.
This isn't the first time you've come between me and disaster, Captain Butler.
It isn't likely that I'd question any device of yours.
And now I... I'll go and see what Dr. Meade needs.
Oh, Ashley...
Ashley...
Have you no interest in what's become of your own husband, Mrs. Kennedy?
Did Frank go with you to Belle Watling's?
No.
Well, where is he?
He's lying out on Decatur Road,
shot through the head.
He's dead.
Who is it?
It's Mrs. Watling.
Oh, Mrs. Watling. Won't you come in the house?
Oh, no, I couldn't do that, Mrs. Wilkes.
You come in and sit a minute with me.
How can I thank you enough for what you did for us? How can any of us thank you enough?
I got your note saying you was gonna call on me and thank me.
Why, Mrs. Wilkes, you must have lost your mind.
I come up here as soon as it was dark to tell you you mustn't even think of any such thing.
Why, I'm...
Well, you're...
Well, it wouldn't be fitting at all.
It wouldn't be fitting for me to call and thank a kind woman who saved my husband's life?
Mrs. Wilkes, there ain't never been a lady in this town nice to me like you was.
I mean, about the money for the hospital, you know.
And I don't forget a kindness.
Then I got to thinking about you being left to widow with a little boy
if Mr. Wilkes got hung, and...
He's a nice little boy, your boy is, Mrs. Wilkes.
I got a boy myself, and, so I...
Oh you have? Does he live...?
Oh, no, ma'am, he ain't here in Atlanta.
He ain't never been here.
He's off at school.
I ain't seen him since he was little. I...
Well anyways, if it had been that Mrs. Kennedy's husband by hisself
I wouldn't have lifted a finger, no matter what Captain Butler said.
She's a mighty cold woman,
prancing about Atlanta by herself.
She killed her husband same as if she shot him.
You mustn't say unkind things about my sister-in-law.
Oh.
Please don't freeze me, Mrs. Wilkes.
I forgot how you liked her.
But she just ain't in the same class with you, and I can't help it if I think so.
Well, anyways, I gotta be goin'.
I'm scared somebody'll recognize this carriage if I stayed here any longer.
That wouldn't do you no good.
And, Mrs. Wilkes, if you ever see me on the street,
you don't have to speak to me.
I'll understand.
I should be proud to speak to you.
Proud to be under obligation to you.
I hope we meet again.
Oh, no, ma'am. That wouldn't be fittin'.
- Good night, Mrs. Wilkes. - Good night, Mrs. Watling.
And you're wrong about Mrs. Kennedy.
She's broken-hearted about her husband.
Whoa!
Great balls of fire!
It's Rhett.
Miss Scarlett, Captain Butler here to see ya.
I told him you was prostrate with grief.
Tell him... Tell him I'll be right down, Mammy.
She says she's comin'.
I don't know why she's comin', but she's a-comin'.
You don't like me, Mammy.
Now don't you argue with me. You don't. You really don't.
It's no good, Scarlett.
- What? - The cologne.
I'm sure I don't know what you mean.
I mean you've been drinking. Brandy. Quite a lot.
Well, what if I have? Is that any of your affair?
Don't drink alone, Scarlett.
People always find out, and it ruins a reputation.
What is it? This is more than losing old Frank.
Oh, Rhett, I'm so afraid.
I don't believe it. You've never been afraid in your life.
I'm afraid now.
I'm afraid of dying and going to hell.
You look pretty healthy. And maybe there isn't any hell.
Oh, there is. I know there is. I was raised on it.
Well, far be it from me to question the teachings of childhood.
Tell me what you've done that hell yawns before you.
I ought never to have married Frank to begin with.
He was Suellen's beau, and he loved her, not me.
And I made him miserable, and I killed him.
Yes, I did. I killed him.
Oh, oh Rhett, for the first time
I'm finding out what it is to be sorry for something I've done.
Here. Dry your eyes.
If you had it all to do over again, you'd do no differently.
You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry he stole
but he's terribly terribly sorry he's going to jail.
Oh, I'm glad Mother's dead.
I'm glad she's dead so she can't see me.
I always wanted to be like her, calm and kind, and...
and sadly, I've turned out disappointing.
You know, Scarlett, I think you're on the verge of a crying jag.
So, I'll change the subject and say what I came to say.
Say it, then, and get out!
What is it?
That I can't go on any longer without you.
Oh! You really are the most ill-bred man to come here at a time like this...
I made up my mind you were the only woman for me, Scarlett
the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks.
Now that you've got your lumber mill and Frank's money,
you won't come to me as you did to the jail.
- So I see I shall have to marry you. - I never heard of such bad taste.
Would you be convinced if I fell to my knees?
Turn me loose, you varlet and get out of here.
Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett.
I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy.
But it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past
the friendship I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling.
A feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred...
Dare I name it? Can it be love?
Get up off your knees. I don't like your common jokes.
This is an honourable proposal of marriage
made at what I consider a most opportune moment.
I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.
You're coarse and you're conceited.
And I think this conversation's gone far enough.
Besides, I shall never marry again.
Oh, yes, you will. And you'll marry me.
You? You?
I don't love you.
And... And I don't like being married.
Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?
Marriage, fun?
Fiddle-dee-dee! Fun for men, you mean.
Hush it. Do you want them to hear you outside?
You've been married to a boy and an old man.
Why not try a husband of the right age, with a way with women?
You're a fool, Rhett Butler
when you know I shall always love another man.
Stop it. You hear me, Scarlett? Stop it.
No more of that talk.
Don't. I shall faint.
I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for.
None of the fools you've ever known have kissed you like this, have they?
Your Charles or your Frank or your stupid Ashley.
Say you're going to marry me. Say yes. Say yes.
Yes.
Are you sure you meant it? You don't want to take it back?
No.
Look at me, and try to tell me the truth.
Did you say yes because of my money?
Well, yes, partly.
Partly?
Well, you know, Rhett, money does help, and...
- and, of course, I am fond of you. - Fond of me?
Well, if I said I was madly in love with you, you'd know I was lying.
But you've always said we had a lot in common...
Yes, you're right, my dear.
I'm not in love with you any more than you are with me.
Heaven help the man who ever really loves you.
Well, what kind of a ring would you like, my darling?
Oh, a diamond ring, and... and do buy a great big one, Rhett.
You shall have the biggest and the most vulgar ring in Atlanta.
I'll take you to New Orleans
for the most expensive honeymoon my ill-gotten gains can buy.
Oh, that'll be just heavenly.
And I think I'll buy your trousseau for you too.
Oh Rhett how wonderful, but
you won't tell anybody, will you, Rhett?
Still the little hypocrite.
Well aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?
Don't you think you've had enough kissing for one afternoon?
Oh, you're impossible. You can go and I don't care if you never come back.
But I will come back.
What are you thinking about, Scarlett?
I'm thinking about how rich we are.
Rhett, I can keep the lumber business too, can't I?
Yes, of course you can, if it amuses you.
And now that you're so rich,
you can tell everybody to go to the devil as you've always said you wanted to.
But you were the main one I wanted to go to the devil.
Don't scrape the plate, Scarlett. I'm sure there's more in the kitchen.
Oh, Rhett, can I have one of the chocolate ones stuffed with meringue?
If you don't stop being such a glutton, you'll get as fat as Mammy.
And I'll divorce you.
Don't you think it'd be nice if you bought something for Mammy, too?
Why should I buy her a present when she called us both mules?
Mules? Why mules?
Yes, she said we could give ourselves air
and get ourselves all slicked up like racehorses
but we were just mules in horse harness and we didn't fool anybody.
I never heard anything more true. Mammy's a smart old soul.
And one of the few people I know whose respect I'd like to have.
Well I won't give her a thing. She doesn't deserve it.
Then I'll take her a petticoat.
I remember my mammy always said that when she went to heaven
she wanted a red taffeta petticoat so stiff that it would stand by itself
and so rustley that the Lord would think it was made of angels' wings.
Well, she won't take it from you. She'd rather die than wear it.
That may be. But I'm making the gesture just the same.
Wake up. Wake up!
You were having another nightmare.
Oh, Rhett.
Rhett, I was so cold and hungry and... and so tired. I...
I... I couldn't find it. I ran through the mist and I... I couldn't find it.
- Find what, honey? - I don't know, I...
I always dream the same dream, and I never know.
It seems to be hidden in the mist.
Darling...
Oh, Rhett, do you think I'll ever dream that I found it, and that... that I'm safe?
Dreams don't work that way.
But when you get used to being safe and warm
you'll stop dreaming that dream.
And, Scarlett, I'm going to see that you are safe.
Rhett. Rhett, would you do something for me if I asked you?
- You know I would. - Would you...
Will you take me away from here?
- Don't you like New Orleans? - Oh I love New Orleans, but
I want to go home and visit Tara.
Will you take me to Tara?
Yes, Scarlett. Of course I will.
We'll go tomorrow.
You get your strength from this red earth of Tara, Scarlett.
You're part of it and it's part of you.
Oh Rhett, I'd give anything to have Tara the way it was before the war.
Would you?
Then go ahead and make it that way. Spend whatever you want.
Make it as fine a plantation as it ever was.
Oh, Rhett!
Rhett, you are good to me.
And can we still have our big new house in Atlanta?
Yes. And it can be as ornate as you want.
Marble terraces, stained-glass windows, and all.
Oh Rhett, won't everyone be jealous!
I want everybody who's been mean to me to be pea-green with envy.
I don't care. Scarlett's hateful
building that new house just to show off!
And even taking our servants!
Oh, darling, you mustn't think unkindly of her.
She's made it possible for us to keep Tara, always.
Yes, and what good is Tara?
She's had three husbands, and I'll be an old maid!
Great Jehoshaphat!
Lordy, we sure is rich now.
That's ridiculous! Why can't I go in?
I'm entitled to at least see what my own child looks like.
You control yourself, Mr. Rhett. You'll be seeing it for a long time.
I'd like to apologize Mr. Rhett about its not being a boy.
Oh, hush your mouth, Mammy. Who wants a boy?
Boys aren't any use to anybody. Don't you think I'm proof of that?
Have a drink of sherry, Mammy.
Mammy, she is beautiful, isn't she?
She sure is.
Did you ever see a prettier one?
Well sir, Miss Scarlett was mighty nigh that pretty when she come, but not quite.
Have another glass, Mammy.
Mammy?
What's that rustling noise I hear?
Lordy Mr. Rhett, that ain't nothing but my red silk petticoat you done give me.
Nothing but your petticoat? I don't believe it. Let me see. Pull up your skirt.
Mr. Rhett, you is bad.
Yea, oh Lordy!
You sure took a long enough time about wearing it.
Yes, sir. Too long.
No more mule in horse's harness?
Mister Rhett, Miss Scarlett was bad telling you about that.
You ain't holding that against old Mammy, is you?
No, I ain't holding it against you.
I just wanted to know. Have another glass, Mammy.
Here, take the whole bottle.
Dr. Meade says you can go in now, Captain Butler.
This sure is a happy day to me.
I done diapered three generations of this family's girls.
And it sure is a happy day.
Oh, yes, Mammy. The happiest days are when babies come. I wish...
Oh, Mammy, she's beautiful. What do you suppose they'll name her?
Miss Scarlett done told me if it was a girl,
she was going to name it Eugenia Victoria.
Yes, she's a beautiful baby.
The most beautiful baby ever.
Yes...
Do you know that this is your birthday?
That you're a week old today?
Yes, I'm going to buy her a pony the likes of which
this town has never seen.
Yes, I'm going to send her to the best schools in Charleston.
Yes, and her will be received by the best families in the South.
And when it comes time for her to marry,
well, she'll be a little princess.
You certainly are making a fool of yourself.
Why shouldn't I?
She's the first person who's ever completely belonged to me.
Great balls of fire!
I had the baby, didn't I?
- It's Melanie. May I come in? - Come in, Melly.
Yes, come in and look at my daughter's beautiful blue eyes.
But Captain Butler, most babies have blue eyes when they're born.
Don't try and tell him anything, Melly. He knows everything about babies.
Nevertheless, her eyes are blue and they're going to stay blue.
As blue as the Bonnie Blue flag.
That's it. That's what we'll call her.
"Bonnie Blue Butler".
Try again, Mammy.
Twenty inches.
I've grown as big as Aunt Pitty.
You simply gotta make it 18½ again, Mammy.
You done had a baby, Miss Scarlett.
And you ain't never gonna be no 18½ inches again. Never.
And there ain't nothing to do about it.
There is something to do about it.
I'm just not going to get old and fat before my time.
I just won't have any more babies.
I heard Mr. Rhett say that he'd be wanting a son next year.
Go tell Captain Butler I decided not to go out after all.
I'll have supper in my room.
I got your message.
I'll have them bring my supper up here too.
No objections to that, I hope?
No.
Yes. I...
I mean, I don't care where you have your supper.
Rhett...
- Yes? - You see...
Well, I've decided...
Well, I hope I don't have any more children.
My pet, as I told you before Bonnie was born,
it's immaterial to me whether you have one child or twenty.
No, but you know what I...
Do you know what I mean?
I do. And do you know I can divorce you for this?
You're just low enough to think of something like that.
If you had any chivalry in you, or... or would be nice, like...
Well, look at Ashley Wilkes. Melanie can't have any more children and he... he...
You've been to the lumber office this afternoon, haven't you?
What has that got to do with it?
Quite the little gentleman, Ashley. Pray go on, Mrs. Butler.
It's no use. You wouldn't understand.
- You know, I'm sorry for you, Scarlett. - Sorry for me?
Yes, sorry for you because you're throwing away happiness with both hands
and reaching out for something that'll never make you happy.
I don't know what you're talking about.
If you were free and Miss Melly were dead and you had your precious honourable Ashley
do you think you'd be happy with him?
You'd never know him, never even understand his mind
any more than you understand anything, except money.
Never mind about that. What I want to know is...
You may keep your sanctity, Scarlett. It'll work no hardship on me.
You mean to say you don't care?
The world is full of many things and many people
and I shan't be lonely. I will find comfort elsewhere.
Well, that's fine.
But I warn you, just in case you change your mind, I intend to lock my door.
Why bother?
If I wanted to come in, no lock could keep me out.
I always knew that most women were cheats,
hypocritical and hard, but this one...
- Oh Rhett, it ain't no use. - What do you mean?
I mean you're poisoned with her.
I don't care what she's done to you. You're still in love with her.
And don't think it pleasures me none to say it.
Maybe so, but I'm through with her, I tell you, I'm through.
You've gotta think of the child. The child's worth 10 of the mother.
You're a shrewd woman, Belle.
And a very nice one.
Yes, Rhett?
I was just thinking of the difference between you and...
You're both hard-headed businesswomen, and you're both successful.
But you've got a heart, Belle.
And you're honest.
Goodbye, Rhett.
Goodbye, Belle.
She'll be a wonderful horsewoman.
Look at those hands. And that seat!
Oh, fiddle-dee-dee!
Just why we have to wheel a baby when we have a house full of servants...
- Good morning, Mrs. Merriwether. - Good morning, Captain Butler.
Good morning, Scarlett.
Making fools of ourselves in front of these old buffaloes.
If you'd have thought of your position years ago, you wouldn't have to do this.
But as it is, we're going to cultivate every female dragon of the Old Guard in this town.
- Good morning, Mrs. Whiting. - Good morning, Captain Butler.
Good morning, Scarlett.
So the millionaire speculator is turning respectable.
All of our money can't buy what I want for Bonnie.
Oh, I'll admit I've been at fault too.
Bonnie's going to have her place among decent people.
Yes, even if we both have to crawl on our bellies to every fat old cat...
Good morning, Mrs. Meade.
Good morning, Captain Butler. Good morning, Scarlett.
Mrs. Merriwether, I have always had great regard for your knowledge.
I wonder if you could you give me some advice?
Why, certainly, Captain Butler.
My Bonnie sucks her thumb. I can't make her stop it.
You should make her stop it! It'll ruin the shape of her mouth.
I know, I know. She has such a beautiful mouth too.
- I tried putting soap on her nails. - Soap? Bah!
Put quinine on her thumb and she'll stop sucking it quick enough.
Quinine! I never would have thought of it.
I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Merriwether.
You've taken a great load off my mind.
Good morning.
Good morning, Dolly. Wasn't that Captain Butler?
Good morning, Caroline. I was just thinking,
there must be a great deal of good in a man who would love a child so much.
But of course there is.
Did I tell you that Fanny Elsing told Dr. Meade
that Captain Butler finally admitted
that he was honoured by the Confederate Congress
for his services at the Battle of Franklin?
No, and did I tell you, Caroline,
that Captain Butler made a stupendous contribution
to the Association for the Beautification
- of the Graves of the Glorious Dead? - No!
My little grandbaby, Napoleon Picard, is giving a party for Bonnie next week.
Why, Dolly Merriwether, you know right well it was my idea to give a party for Bonnie Butler.
Why, Caroline Meade, how can you say a thing like that?
Now watch Daddy put your pony over, Bonnie. Now, watch!
Wait, daddy, let me! Let me!
All right, darling.
Put her on, Pork.
Whoa.
Up we go!
Oh, there!
Lordy mercy! There he goes again.
Grip tightly with your legs and sit close. Lean forward and be sure to go with him.
Hold your reins properly in a firm hand. Up!
That was fine. I knew you'd do it.
When you get a little older, I'll take you to Kentucky and Virginia.
You'll be the greatest horsewoman in the South. Give your daddy a kiss.
Mr. Rhett? Mr. Rhett!
Mr. Rhett!
Did you see her Mammy? Wasn't she wonderful?
Mr. Rhett, I done told you and told you
it just ain't fittin'
for a girl child to ride astraddle with her dress flying up.
All right Mammy. I'll teach her to ride side-saddle.
And I'll buy her a blue velvet riding habit. She'll love that.
A nice black broadcloth is what little girls wear.
Oh, now, Mammy, be reasonable.
Well, I don't think it's fittin', but...
It ain't fittin', it just ain't fittin'.
It ain't fittin'.
Why, Scarlett, what are you doing downtown at this time of day?
Well, Ashley, I just...
Why aren't you helping Melly to get ready for my surprise birthday party?
Why, Ashley Wilkes, you aren't supposed to know anything about that.
Melly'd be so disappointed if you weren't surprised.
I won't let on.
I'll be the most surprised man in Atlanta.
Well as long as you're here, let me show you the books
so you can see how bad a businessman I really am.
Oh don't let's fool with any books today. When I'm wearing a new bonnet,
all the figures I ever knew go right slap out of my head.
The figures are well lost when the bonnet's as pretty as that one.
Scarlett, you know, you... you get prettier all the time.
You haven't changed a bit since the day of our last barbecue at Twelve Oaks
where you sat under a tree surrounded by dozens of beaus.
That girl doesn't exist anymore.
Nothing's turned out as I expected, Ashley. Nothing.
Yes, we've travelled a long road since the old days, haven't we, Scarlett?
Oh, the lazy days,
the warm, still, country twilight,
the high, soft Negro laughter from the quarters,
the golden warmth and security of those days.
Don't look back, Ashley.
Don't look back.
It drags at your heart till
you can't do anything but look back.
I didn't mean to make you sad, my dear.
I never want you to be anything but completely happy.
Oh, Ashley!
- Who is it? - Only your husband.
Come in.
Am I actually being invited into the sanctuary?
You're not ready for Melanie's party.
I have got a headache, Rhett.
You go without me and make my excuses to Melanie.
What a white-livered little coward you are!
Get up! You're going to that party and you'll have to hurry.
- Has India dared...? - Yes, my dear, India has.
Every woman in town knows the story and every man too.
You should have killed them for spreading lies.
I have a strange way of not killing people who tell the truth.
No time to argue, now get up.
I won't go! I can't go until this... this misunderstanding is cleared up.
You're not going to cheat Miss Melly
out of the satisfaction of publicly ordering you out of her house.
There was nothing wrong. India hates me so. I... I can't go, Rhett. I couldn't face her.
If you don't show your face tonight
you'll never be able to show it in this town as long as you live.
And while that wouldn't bother me, you're not going to ruin Bonnie's chances.
You're going to that party if only for her sake. Now get dressed.
Wear that. Nothing modest or matronly will do for this occasion.
And put on plenty of rouge. I want you to look your part tonight.
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow... ♪
- Good night, Scarlett. - But, Rhett, you can't...
You're going into the arena alone. The lions are hungry for you.
Oh Rhett, don't leave me. Don't.
You're not afraid?
♪ Which nobody can deny ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny... ♪
What a lovely dress, Scarlett darling.
India wasn't able to come tonight. Will you be an angel?
I do need you to help me receive my guests.
Mrs. Meade,
here's our darling Scarlett.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
- Why, Scarlett. - Good evening.
- Good evening, Miss Scarlett. - Mrs. Butler.
Ashley, aren't you going to get our Scarlett a glass of punch?
Did you have a good time tonight at Miss Melly's party, child?
Yes, yes. Now, Mammy, be sure and leave word.
If Captain Butler asks for me when he comes back, I'm asleep.
Yes'm.
Come in, Mrs. Butler.
Come here.
Sit down.
There's no reason why you shouldn't have your nightcap, even if I am here.
I didn't want a drink. I heard a noise, and I...
You heard nothing of the kind.
You wouldn't have come down if you'd thought I was here.
- You must need a drink badly. - I do not.
Take it. Don't give yourself airs.
I know you drink on the quiet, and I know how much you drink.
Do you think I care if you like your brandy?
- You're drunk and I'm going to bed. - I'm very drunk
and I intend getting still drunker before the evening's over.
But you're not going to bed.
Not yet.
Sit down.
So she stood by you, did she?
How's it feel to have the woman you've wronged cloak your sins for you?
You're wondering if she knows all about you and Ashley.
You're wondering if she did it just to save her face.
You're thinking that she's a fool for doing it, even if it did save your hide but...
- I will not listen. - Yes, you'll listen.
Miss Melly's a fool, but not the kind you think.
It's just that there's too much honour in her
to ever conceive of dishonour in anyone she loves.
And she loves you.
Though just why she does, I'm sure I don't know.
If you weren't so drunk and insulting, I could explain everything.
- As it is, though... - You get out of that chair once more...
Of course, the comic figure in all this is the long-suffering Mr. Wilkes.
Mr. Wilkes, who can't be mentally faithful to his wife
and won't be unfaithful to her technically.
- Why doesn't he make up his mind? - Rhett, you...
Observe my hands, my dear.
I could tear you to pieces with them.
And I'd do it if it'd take Ashley out of your mind forever.
But it wouldn't.
So I'll remove him from your mind forever, this way.
I'll put my hands so.
One on each side of your head.
And I'll smash your skull between them like a walnut.
And that'll block him out.
Take your hands off me, you drunken fool!
You know, I've always admired your spirit, my dear.
Never more than now, when you're cornered.
I'm not cornered.
You'll never corner me, Rhett Butler, or frighten me.
You've lived in dirt so long, you can't understand anything else.
And you're jealous of something you can't understand.
Good night.
Jealous, am I?
Yes, I suppose I am.
Even though I know you've been faithful to me all along.
How do I know?
Because I know Ashley Wilkes and his honourable breed.
They're gentlemen.
That's more than I can say for you or for me.
We're not gentlemen. And we have no honour, have we?
It's not that easy, Scarlett.
You turn me out while you chase Ashley Wilkes, while you dream of Ashley Wilkes.
This is one night you're not turning me out.
How are you feeling this morning, Mammy?
Well, this misery in my back
ain't so good.
You act mighty happy this morning, Miss Scarlett.
I am, Mammy. I am.
♪ Oh, she wept with delight When he gave her a smile ♪
♪ And trembled with fear at his frown ♪
Hello.
I, um...
I'd like to extend my apology for my conduct of last night.
Oh, but, Rhett.
I was very drunk and
quite swept off my feet by your charms.
You needn't bother to apologize. Nothing you ever do surprises me.
Scarlett, I've been thinking things over
and I really believe that it'd would be better for both of us
if we admitted we made a mistake and got a divorce.
- A divorce? - Yes.
There's no point in our holding on to each other, is there?
I'll provide for you amply. You've plenty of grounds.
Just give me Bonnie, and you can say what you please and I won't contest it.
Thank you very much, but I wouldn't dream of disgracing the family with a divorce.
You'd disgrace it quick enough if Ashley were free.
Makes my head spin to think how quickly you'd divorce me.
Wouldn't you, Scarlett?
Well answer me. Wouldn't you?
Will you please go now and leave me alone?
Yes, I'm going. That's what I came to tell you.
I'm going on a very extended trip to London.
- And I'm leaving today. - Oh.
I'm taking Bonnie with me. So you'll please get her little duds packed right away.
You'll never take my child out of this house.
She's my child too, Scarlett.
And you're making a mistake if you think I'm leaving her here
with a mother who hasn't the decency to consider her own reputation.
You're a fine one to talk.
Do you think I'll let that child get out of this house
when you'll probably have her around with people like... like that Belle?
If you were a man, I'd break your neck for that.
As it is, I'll thank you to shut your stupid mouth.
As for you giving yourself pious airs about your motherhood,
well a cat's a better mother than you are.
You have her things packed and ready for me in an hour, or I warn you,
I've always thought a good lashing with a bunny whip would benefit you immensely.
Excuse me, Mr. Rhett.
- Hello, Uncle Rhett. - Hello! Hello, Beau.
Daddy, daddy, where have you been? I've been waiting for you all morning.
Well, I've been hunting for a rabbit skin to wrap my little Bonnie in.
Give your best sweetheart a kiss.
Bonnie, I'm going to take you on a long trip to fairyland.
Where? Where?
I'm going to show you the Tower of London, where the little princes were,
and London Bridge.
London Bridge? Will it be falling down?
Well, it will if you want it to, darling.
Daddy, dark!
Dark!
- Dark! - Bonnie! Bonnie! Bonnie!
It's all right, Bonnie. Who put out that light?
- Nurse! Nurse! - Daddy, dark!
- Yes, yes, yes...
What's the matter with my Bonnie?
A bear!
Oh, a bear? A big bear?
Dreadful big!
And he sat on my chest!
I'll stay here and shoot him if he comes back.
Oh, good evening, Mr. Butler.
Haven't I told you, you never to leave this child alone in the dark.
If you'll pardon me, sir, children are often afraid of the dark, but they get over it.
If you'll just let her scream for a night or...
Let her scream?
Either you're a fool or the most inhuman woman I've ever seen.
Well of course, sir, if you want her to grow up nervous and cowardly...
Cowardly? There isn't a cowardly bone in her body.
You're discharged.
As you say, sir.
Where's Mother?
Bonnie...
Aren't you happy here in London with me?
I wanna go home.
Miss Bonnie! And Captain Butler! Miss Scarlett!
Hello, Mammy!
Honey child!
Mommy!
- Miss Scarlett, they's back. - Mommy! Mommy!
- Bonnie! Bonnie? - They's back Miss Scarlett.
Bonnie.
Bonnie! Bonnie, baby.
Darling baby! You glad to be home?
Daddy gave me a kitten.
But London's a horrid place.
Oh my God.
Where's my pony? I wanna go out and see my pony.
You go out and see your pony.
Where's my pony?
I want to go out and see my pony.
You run along with Mammy.
- Come on, honey child. - Go with Mammy.
Mammy sure missed you, honey.
Mrs. Butler, I believe.
Mammy said you'd come back.
But only to bring Bonnie.
Apparently any mother, even a bad one, is better for a child than none.
You mean you're going away again?
What perception, Mrs. Butler. Right away.
- In fact, I left my bags at the station. - Oh.
You're looking pale. Is there a shortage of rouge?
Or can this wanness mean you've been missing me?
If I'm pale, it's your fault.
Not because I've been missing you, but because...
Pray continue, Mrs. Butler.
It's because I'm going to have a baby.
Indeed? And who's the happy father?
You know it's yours. I don't want it any more than you do.
No woman would want the child of a cad like you.
I wish it were...
I wish it were anybody's child but yours!
Well, cheer up. Maybe you'll have an accident.
Is she better?
Has she...
Has she asked for me?
Don't you understand? She's delirious.
Rhett...
I want Rhett!
What's the matter, honey? Did you call somebody, child?
It's no use. It's no use!
Dr. Meade's left.
- Scarlett's dead. - Oh, no, she's much better.
Really she is.
There, there, Captain Butler, you're beside yourself.
She'll very soon be well again.
- I promise you. - No, no, you don't understand.
She never wanted this baby.
Not want a baby? Why, every woman wants a baby.
Yes, you want children, but she doesn't. Not my children.
She told me she didn't want any more children.
And I wanted to hurt her because she'd hurt me. I wanted to and I did.
Hush, Captain Butler, you mustn't tell me these things. It's not fair to...
I didn't know about this baby until the other day when she fell.
If I'd only known, I'd have come straight home, whether she wanted me home or not.
Well, of course you would.
And then when she told me there on the steps, what did I do?
What did I say? I laughed and I said...
But you didn't mean it. I know you didn't mean it.
But I did mean it. I was crazy with jealousy.
She's never cared for me. I thought I could make her care, but I couldn't.
You're so wrong.
Scarlett loves you a great deal. Much more than she knows.
If that were only true, I could wait forever.
If she'd only forgive me, forget this ever happened.
She will. You must be patient.
No, no, it's not possible.
You don't understand. If you only knew who she really loved...
You wouldn't believe it.
Surely you haven't listened to idle gossip.
No, Captain Butler. I wouldn't believe it.
There, there. Scarlett's going to get well, and there can be other babies.
No, no, no.
She couldn't even if she wanted to, after what she's been through.
But of course she could! I'm going to.
No, Miss Melly, you mustn't risk it. It's too dangerous.
Children are life renewing itself, Captain Butler.
And when life does that, danger seems very unimportant.
I've never before known anyone who was really brave.
I pray God things go well with you, Miss Melly.
And I want to thank you for all you've done for me, and for Scarlett.
From my heart, I thank you.
Miss Scarlett's feeling a heap better today, Mr. Rhett.
Thank you, Mammy.
I've come to ask your forgiveness
in the hope that we can give our life together another chance.
Our life together? When did we ever have a life together?
Yes, you're right.
But I'm sure if we could only try again, we could be happy.
What is there to make us happy now?
Well, there's... there's Bonnie and...
and I love you, Scarlett.
When did you discover that?
I've always loved you, but you've never given me a chance to show it.
Well,
and just what do you want me to do?
To begin with, give up the mill, Scarlett. We'll go away.
We'll take Bonnie with us and we'll have another honeymoon.
Give up the mill? But why should I? It's making more money than it ever did.
Yes, I know, but we don't need it. Sell it.
Or better still, give it to Ashley. Melanie's been such a friend to both of us.
Melanie! Always Melanie! If you'd only think a little more about me!
I am thinking of you.
And I'm thinking that, well,
maybe it's the mill that's taking you away from me and from Bonnie.
I know what you're thinking. Don't try to bring Bonnie into this.
You're the one that's taking her away from me.
But she loves you.
You've done everything possible to make her love you and not me.
Why, she's so spoiled now, that...
Mommy, Daddy! Watch me.
We're watching, darling.
You're mighty pretty, precious.
So are you.
I'm going to jump. Watch me, Daddy.
I don't think you ought to do much jumping yet, Bonnie.
Remember, you just learned to ride side-saddle.
I will so jump.
I can jump better than ever, because I've grown.
And I moved the bar higher.
Don't let her do it, Rhett.
No, Bonnie, you can't.
Well if you fall off, don't cry and blame me!
Rhett, stop her.
Bonnie!
She's just like Pa.
Just like Pa...!
Bonnie! Bonnie!
Bonnie!
Lordy, Miss Melly. I sure is glad you's come.
Oh, Mammy, this house won't seem the same without Bonnie.
How's Miss Scarlett bearing up?
Miss Melly, this here's done broke her heart.
But I didn't fetch you here on Miss Scarlett's account.
What that child got to stand, the good Lord give her strength to stand.
It's Mr. Rhett I's worried about.
He done lost his mind these last couple of days.
Oh, no, Mammy, no.
I ain't never seen no man, black or white, set such store on any child.
When Dr. Meade say her neck broke,
Mr. Rhett grabbed his gun and run out there and shoot that poor pony.
And for a minute, I think he gonna shoot hisself.
Oh, poor Captain Butler.
Yes'm. And Miss Scarlett, she called him a murderer for teaching that child to jump.
She said, "You give me my baby what you killed."
And then he say Miss Scarlett ain't never cared nothing about Miss Bonnie.
It like to turn my blood cold, the things they say to one another.
Stop, Mammy, don't tell me any more.
And then that night,
Mr. Rhett, he locked hisself in the nursery with Miss Bonnie.
And he wouldn't even open the door when Miss Scarlett beat on it and hollered to him.
And that's where he's been for two whole days.
Oh, Mammy!
And then this evening, Miss Scarlett, she shouted through the door.
And she said: "The funeral's set for tomorrow mornin'."
And he says, "You try that, and I kills you tomorrow.
"Do you think I's going to put my child in the...
"in the dark when she's so scared of it?"
Oh, Mammy, Mammy!
- He has lost his mind! - Yes'm, that's the God's truth.
He ain't gonna let us bury that child. You gotta help us Miss Melly.
Oh, but I can't intrude.
If you can't help us, who can?
Mr. Rhett always set great store by your opinion.
Please, Miss Melly.
I'll do what I can, Mammy.
Get away from that door and leave us alone.
It's Mrs. Wilkes, Captain Butler.
Please let me in. I've come to see Bonnie.
Oh, Lord, please help Mr. Rhett in this hour of his grief.
Mammy,
I want you to go and make a good deal of strong coffee
and then bring it up to Captain Butler. I'll go and see Miss Scarlett.
But...
Captain Butler's quite willing for the funeral to take place tomorrow morning.
Hallelujah! I expect the angels fights on your side, Miss Melly.
Miss Melly! Miss Melly! Miss Melly!
Miss Melly. Miss Melly.
Send for Dr. Meade, Mammy. And try...
Try to get me home.
Miss Melly! Miss Melly!
Where is my mother going away to?
And why can't I go along, please?
We can't always go along, Beau, as much as we may want to.
You're going back to bed now.
Oh, Rhett, she can't be dying. She can't be.
She hasn't your strength. She's never had any strength.
- She's never had anything but heart. - You knew that too?
Why do I have to go back to bed? It's morning.
It isn't really morning yet.
You may come in now, Scarlett.
Dr. Meade, please let me see her. I've been waiting here two whole days.
And I've got to tell her that I was wrong about something.
She knows you were wrong. She wants to see Scarlett.
Miss Melly's going to die in peace. I won't have you easing your conscience,
telling her things that make no difference now. You understand?
It's me, Melly.
Promise me?
Anything.
Look after my little son.
I gave him to you once before. Remember?
The day he was born.
Please, Melly, don't talk this way. I know you'll get well.
Promise me... college.
Yes, yes and Europe, and... and a pony. Whatever he wants, but...
Melly, do try.
Ashley...
Ashley and you...
What about Ashley, Melly?
Look after him for me,
just as you looked after me
for him.
I will, Melly.
Look after him,
but never let him know.
Good night.
Promise?
What else, Melly?
Captain Butler.
- Be kind to him. - Rhett?
He loves you so.
Yes, Melly.
Goodbye.
You ladies may come in now.
Rhett...
Ashley!
I don't know where the mate to this is.
She must've put it away.
Stop it! Hold me. I'm so frightened!
I'm so frightened!
Oh Scarlett, what can I do? I can't live without her. I can't!
Everything I ever had is... is going with her.
Why, Ashley...
You really love her, don't you?
She's the only dream I ever had that didn't die in the face of reality.
Dreams. Always dreams with you. Never common sense.
Oh Scarlett, if you knew what I've gone through!
Ashley, you should've told me years ago that you loved her and not me.
And not left me dangling with your talk of honour.
But you had to wait till now, now when Melly's dying,
to show me that I could never mean any more to you than...
than this Watling woman does to Rhett.
And I've loved something that... that doesn't really exist.
But somehow,
I don't care.
Somehow, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter one bit.
Oh, Ashley...
Ashley, forgive me.
Don't cry. She mustn't see you've been crying.
Ashley!
Melly!
Rhett! Rhett!
Rhett, where are you?
Rhett, wait for me!
Rhett!
Come in.
Rhett...
Melanie, she's...?
Well, God rest her.
She was the only completely kind person I ever knew.
A great lady. A very great lady.
So she's dead. That makes it nice for you, doesn't it?
Oh, how can you say such a thing? You know how I loved her, really.
No, I don't know that I do.
But at least it's to your credit that you could appreciate her at the end.
Of course I appreciated her. She thought of everybody except herself.
- Why, her last words were about you. - What did she say?
She said, "Be kind to Captain Butler.
"He loves you so."
- Did she say anything else? - She said...
She... She asked me to look after Ashley too.
It's convenient to have the first wife's permission, isn't it?
What do you mean?
What are you doing?
I'm leaving you, my dear.
All you need now is a divorce, and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
Oh, no!
No, you're wrong. Terribly wrong.
I don't want a divorce.
Oh, Rhett, when I knew tonight, when I... when I knew I loved you,
I ran home to tell you. Oh, darling, darling!
Please don't go on with this.
Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.
This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me! I... I must have loved you for years, only
I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it.
Please believe me. You must care. Melly said you did.
I believe you. And what about Ashley Wilkes?
I...
I never really loved Ashley.
You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up to this morning.
No, Scarlett. I've tried everything.
If you'd only met me halfway, even when I came back from London.
I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but... but you were so nasty.
And then when you were sick, and it was all my fault...
I hoped against hope that you'd call for me. But you didn't.
I wanted you. I wanted you desperately, but...
but I didn't think you wanted me.
It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it?
But it's no use now.
As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance we might be happy.
I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again.
Before the war and poverty had done things to you.
She was so like you.
And I could pet her and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you.
But when she went, she took everything.
Oh, Rhett.
Rhett, please don't say that. I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry for everything.
My darling, you're such a child.
You think that by saying, "I'm sorry", all the past can be corrected.
Here, take my handkerchief.
Never, in any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?
I'm going to Charleston, back where I belong.
Please. Please take me with you.
No. I'm through with everything here.
I want peace. I want to see if somewhere
there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.
- You know what I'm talking about? - No!
- I only know that I love you! - That's your misfortune.
Oh, Rhett!
Rhett!
Rhett! Rhett!
Rhett! If you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.
I can't let him go. I can't!
There must be some way to bring him back.
Oh, I can't think about this now. I'll go crazy if I do. I...
I'll think about it tomorrow.
But I must think about it!
I must think about it.
What is there to do?
What is there that matters?
You mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, that Tara doesn't mean anything to you?
Why, land's the only thing that matters. It's the only thing that lasts.
Something you love better than me, though you may not know it. Tara.
It's this from which you get your strength, the red earth of Tara.
Why, land's the only thing that matters. It's the only thing that lasts.
Something you love better than me, though you may not know it. Tara.
...this from which you get your strength, the red earth of Tara.
Why, land's the only thing that matters.
Something you love better than me.
- ...the red earth of Tara. - Tara!
- Tara!
Tara!
Home.
I'll go home.
And I'll think of some way to get him back.
After all, tomorrow is another day!