Thursday, April 23, 2009

Gone With The Wind - script 01

Happy and peaceful life at Tara

(Tara is the beautiful homeland of Scarlett, who is now talking with the twins, Brent and Stew, at the door step.)
BRENT: What do we care if we were expelled from college, Scarlett, The war is going to start anyday now so we would have left college anyhow.
STEW: War! isn't it exciting, Scarlett? You know those poor Yankees actually want a war?
BRENT: We'll show 'em.
SCARLETT: Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk is 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.
BRENT: Not going to be any war?
STEW: why, Honey, of course there's going to be a war.
SCARLETT: If either of you boys says "war" just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door.
BRENT: But Scarlett honey..
STEW: Don't you want us to have a war?
(Scarlett Stand up and turn to the house…)
BRENT: Wait a minute, Scarlett...(Honey, please…)
STEW: We'll talk about this...
BRENT: No please, we'll do anything you say...
SCARLETT: Well, but remember I warned you.
BRENT: I've got an idea. We'll talk about the barbecue the Wilkes are giving over at Twelve Oaks tomorrow.
STEW: That's a good idea. You're eating barbecue with us, aren't you, Scarlett?
SCARLETT: Well, I hadn't thought about that yet, I'll...I'll think about that tomorrow.
STEW: And we want all your waltzes, First Brent, then me, then Brent, then me again and so on. Promise?
SCARLETTT: I'd just love to.
STEW: Yahoo!
SCARLETT: If only ..if only I didn't have every one of them taken already.
BRENT: Honey, you can't do that to us.
STEW: How about if we tell you a secret?
SCARLETT: Secret? Who by?
BRENT: Well, you know Miss Melanie Hamilton, from Atlanta?
STEW: Ashley Wilkes' cousin? Well she's visiting the Wilkes at Twelve Oaks.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, that goody-goody. Who wants to know a secret about her?
BRENT: Well, anyway we heard...
STEW: That is, they say..
BRENT: Ashley Wilkes is gonna marry her.
STEW: You know the Wilkes always marry their cousins.
BRENT: Now do we get those waltzes?
SCARLETT: Of course.
BRENT: Yahoo!
BRENT: I'll bet the other boys will be hopping mad.
STEW: Let 'em be mad. We two can handle 'em!
(Scarlett walk away…)
SCARLETT: It can't be true...Ashley loves me.
STEW: Scarlett! What do you suppose got into her?
BRENT: Do you suppose we made her mad?
Mummy: (yelling at Scarlett’s back) Miss Scarlett. Where're you going without your shawl, and the night air fixing to set in? 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 labored with you. Miss Scarlett, come on in the house!  Come on in before you catch your death of dampness.
SCARLETT: No! I'll wait for Pa to come home from the Wilkes'.
Mammy: Come on in here! Come on!


(Bellring…)
Black 1: Quitting time!
Big Sam: Who says it's quitting time?  
Black 1: I says it's quitting time.
Big Sam: I'm the foreman. I'm the one that says when it's quitting time at Tara! Quitting time! Quitting time!
(Mr.O'Hara is just back from a ride.)

Mr. O'HARA: (To his horse) There's none in the county can touch you, and none in the state.
SCARLETT: Hahah….Pa? So proud of yourself, you are!
Mr. O'HARA: Well, Katie Scarlett O'Hara! So, you've been spying on me. And like your sister Sue Ellen, you'll be telling your mother on me, that I was jumping again.
SCARLETT: Oh, Pa, you know I'm no tattletale like Sue Ellen. But it does seem to me that after you broke your knee last year jumping that same fence......
Mr. O'HARA: I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall jump and not jump. It's my own neck, so it is.
SCARLETT: All right Paw, you jump what you please. How are they all over at Twelve Oaks?
Mr. O'HARA: The Wilkeses? Oh, what you expect, with the barbecue tomorrow and talking, nothing but war...
SCARLETT: Oh bother the war....was there, was there anyone else there?
Mr. O'HARA: Oh, their cousin Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta. And her brother, Charles.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton. She's a pale-faced mealy-mouthed ninny and I hate her.
Mr. O'HARA: Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so.
SCARLETT: Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.
Mr. O'HARA: What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?
SCARLETT: It's...it's nothing. Let's go into the house, Pa.

Mr. O'HARA: Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked you to marry him?
SCARLETT: No.
Mr. O'HARA: No, nor will he. I have it in strictest confidence from John Wilkes this afternoon, Ashley is
going to marry Miss Melanie. It'll be announced tomorrow night at the ball.
SCARLETT: I don't believe it!
Mr. O'HARA: Here! Here! Where are you off to? 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?
SCARLETT: I haven't been running after him, it's...it's just a surprise that's all.
Mr. O'HARA: 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. You'd not be happy with him.
SCARLETT: I would, I would.
Mr. O'HARA: 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 leave Tara to you.
SCARLETT: I don't want Tara. Plantations don't mean anything when...
Mr. O'Hara: You mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, 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.
SCARLETT: Oh, Pa, you talk like an Irishman.
Mr. O'HARA: 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.
(At that night, At Tara …)
Mammy: (walking and speaking) Yonder she comes! (yelling) Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen, Miss Carreen, your ma's home! (murmuring) Acting like a wet nurse to them low-down, poor white trash, instead of being here eating her supper. (yelling) Cookie, stir up the fire! (murmuring) Miss Ellen's got no business wearing herself out. (yelling) Pork?
Pork: Yes, Mamm
Mammy: (yelling) Take the lamp out on the porch! (murmuring) Wearing herself out. (to Mr. Gerald) Mist' Gerald, Miss Ellen's home. (murmuring) Wearing herself out waiting on the poor white trash. (Dog bark, yelling at the dog) Shut up, dogs! Barking in the house like that. (to a little black servant) Get up from there. Don't you hear that Miss Ellen's coming? Get out there and get her medicine chest.
Pork: We was getting worried about you, Miss Ellen. Mist' Gerald...
Mrs. O'HARA: All right, Pork. I'm home.
Jonas Wilkerson: Mrs. O'Hara, we finished plowing the creek bottom today. What do you want me to start on tomorrow?
Mrs. O'HARA: (coldly) Mr. Wilkerson, I've just come from Emmy Slattery's bedside. Your child has been born.
Jonas Wilkerson: My child, ma'am? I'm sure I don't understand.
Mrs. O'HARA: Has been born and, mercifully, has died. Goodnight, Mr. Wilkerson. Goodnight, Mr. Wilkerson.
Mammy: I'll fix your supper for you myself, and you eats it.
Mrs. O'HARA: After prayers, Mammy.
Mammy: Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. O'HARA: Mr. O'Hara. You must dismiss Jonas Wilkerson.
Mr. O'HARA: Dismiss him, Mrs. O'Hara? He's the best overseer in the county.
Mrs. O'HARA: He must go tomorrow morning, first thing.
Mr. O'HARA: But... (Mrs. O’Hara whispering something to his ear) ….. No!
Mrs. O'HARA: Yes.
Mr. O'HARA: The Yankee Wilkerson and the white-trash Slattery girl?
Mrs. O'HARA: We'll discuss it later, Mr. O'Hara.
Mr. O'HARA: Yes, Mrs. O'Hara.


(Girls run down the floor and noisily)
Suellen: I want to wear Scarlett's green dress!
Mrs. O'HARA: I don't like your tone, Suellen. Your pink gown is lovely.
Careen: Can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow?
Mrs. O'HARA: (to Sue) But you may wear my garnets with it.
Careen: Why can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow night?
Mrs. O'HARA: (to Scarlett) Scarlett, you look tired, my dear. I'm worried about you.
Scarlett: I'm all right, Mother.
Careen: Why can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow night? I'm 13 now.
Mrs. O'HARA: (to Careen) You may go to the barbecue and stay up through supper.
Suellen: (to Scarlett) I didn't want to wear your tacky green dress anyhow, stingy!
Scarlett: Oh, hush up!
Mrs. O'HARA: Prayers, girls. (Prey) "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.
All O’HARAS: Therefore, I beseech the Blessed Mary, ever Virgin. Blessed Michael, the Archangel, Blessed John the Baptist, the Holy Apostles, Peter and Paul, and all the saints to pray to the Lord, our God, for me….
Scarlett: (murmuring) But Ashley doesn't know I love him! I'll tell him that I love him and then he can't marry her!
All O’HARAS: (Prey) ...grant us pardon, absolution and remission of our sins. Amen.


(Next day, before going to the Twelve Oaks, Scarlett dressing in her room with mammy.)
Mammy: Just hold on and suck in.
Prissy: Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles.
Scarlett: You can take that back. I won't eat a bite.
Mammy: Oh, yes, ma'am, you is! You's gonna eat every mouthful of this.
Scarlett: No, I'm not! Put on the dress, because we're late already.
Mammy: What's my lamb gonna wear?
Scarlett: There.
Mammy: No you ain't! You can't show your bosom before three o'clock. I'm gonna speak to your ma about you!
Scarlett: If you say one word to Mother, I won't eat a bite!
Mammy: Well... Keep your shawl on. I ain't aiming for you to get all 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.
Scarlett: No. I'm going to have a good time today, and do my eating at the barbecue.
Mammy: If you don't care what folks says about this family, I does! I has told you and told you that you can always tell a lady by the way she eats with folks. Like a bird! I ain't aiming for you to go after Mr. Wilkes and eat like a field hand and gobble like a hog!
Scarlett: Fiddle-dee-dee! Ashley Wilkes told me he likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite.
Mammy: What gentlemen says and what they thinks is two different things. And I ain't noticed Mist' Ashley asking to marry you! Now don't eat too fast. Ain't no need of having it come right back up again.
Scarlett: Why does a girl have to be so silly to catch a husband?
Mr. O'HARA: Scarlett O'HARA, if you're not here by the time I count ten, we'll be going without you!
Scarlett: I'm coming, Pa!
Mr. O'HARA: One ... two, three ... four, five, six...
Scarlett: (hustling about finding her things) Oh, dear! My stays are so tight. I know I'll never get through the day without belching.

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