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.

Gone With The Wind - script 02

Party at Twelve Oaks

(the O'Haras drive to Twelve Oaks for the barbeque there.)
Mr. O'HARA: Well, John Wilkes. It's a grand day. You'll be having for the barbecue.
JOHN WILKES: So it seems, Gerald. Why isn't Mrs. 0'Hara with you?
Mr. O'HARA: She's after settling accounts with the overseer, but she'll be along for the ball tonight.
INDIA: Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara.
Mr. O'HARA: Thank you kindly India. (to John Wilkes) Your daughter is getting prettier everyday, John.
JOHN WILKES: Oh, India, here are the O'Hara girls, we must greet them.
INDIA: Can't stand that Scarlett. If you'd see the way she throws herself at Ashley.
JOHN WILKES: Now, now, that's your brother's business. You must remember your duties as hostess. Good morning, Girls! You look lovely. Good morning, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: India Wilkes. What a lovely dress. I just can't take my eyes off it.

(Scarlett enters the hall with her family.)
MAN1: Good morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Morning.
MAN2: Look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Thank you.
MANS: Morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Good Morning.
MAN4: Pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.
MANS: Howdy, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Ashley!
ASHLEY: Scarlett! My dear!
SCARLETT: I've been looking for you everywhere. I've got something I must tell you. Can't we go some place where it's quiet?
ASHLEY: Yes I'd like to, but... I've something to tell you, too. Something I...I hope you'll be glad to hear. Now come and say hello to my cousin, Melanie Wilkes.
SCARLETT: Oh, do we have to?
ASHLEY: She's been looking forward to seeing you again. Melanie! Here's Scarlett.
MELANIE: Scarlett. I'm so glad to see you again.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, what a surprise to run into you here. I hope you're going to stay with us a few days at least.
MELANIE: I hope I shall stay long enough for us to become real friends, Scarlett. I do so want us to be.

ASHLEY: We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett?
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.
MELANIE: Oh, Scarlett. You have so much life. I've always admired you so, I wish I could be more like you.
SCARLETT: You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say things you don't mean.
ASHLEY: Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere. Could they, my dear?
SCARLETT: Oh, well then, she's not like you. Is she, Ashley? Ashley never means a word he says to any girl. (to Charles) Oh, why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you.
CHARLES: But, oh. Miss O'Hara...
SCARLETT: Do you think that was kind to bring your good-looking brother down here just to break my poor, simple country-girl's heart?

(India and Sue Ellen are watching Scarlett in distance)
ELLEN: Look at Scarlett, she's never even noticed Charles before, now just because he's your beau, she's after him like a hornet!
SCARLETT: Charles Hamilton, I want to eat barbecue with you. And Mind you, don't go philandering with any other girl, 'cause I'm mighty jealous.
CHARLES: I won't, Miss O'Hara. I couldn't!  
SCARLETT: I do declare, Frank Kelly, you don't look dashing with that new set of whiskers.
FRANK: Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: You know Charles Hamilton and Ray Kelvert asked me to eat barbecue with them, but I told them I couldn't because I'd promised you.
INDIA: You needn't be so amused, look at her. She's after your beau now.
Frank: Oh, that's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett. I'll see what I can do, Miss Scarlett.
KATHLEEN: What's your sister so mad about, Scarlett, you sparking her beau?
SCARLETT: As if I couldn't get a better beau than that old maid in britches. Brent and Stew, do talk, you handsome old thing, you...oh, no, you're not, I don't mean to say that I'm mad at you.
BRENT: Why Scarlett honey...
SCARLETT: 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.
BRENT: Well, you are, Scarlett...
STEW: Of course you are, honey.
SCARLETT: Oh, I never can make up my mind which of you two's handsomer. I was awake all last night trying to figure it out. Kathleen, who's that?
KATHLEEN: Who?
SCARLETT: That man looking at us and smiling. A nasty dog.

KATHLEEN: My dear, don't you know? That's Rhett Butler. He's from Charleston. He has the most terrible reputation.
SCARLETT: He looks as if, as if he knows what I looked like without my shimmy.
KATHLEEN: How? But 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...
SCARLETT:Tell, tell...
KATHLEEN: Well, he took her out in a buggy riding in the late afternoon without a chaperone and then, and then he refused to marry her!
SCARLETT: (whisper)...
KATHLEEN: No, but she was ruined just the same.

(Ashley and Melanie, on the balcony open to the garden.)
MELANIE: Ashley..
ASHLEY: Happy?
MELANIE: So happy
ASHLEY: You seem to belong here. As if it had all been imagined for you.
MELANIE: I like to feel that I belong to the things you love.
ASHLEY: You love Twelve Oaks as I do.
MELANIE: Yes, Ashley. I love it as, as more than a house. It's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and beautiful.

ASHLEY: And so unaware that it may not last, forever.
MELANIE:  You're afraid of what may happen when the war conies, aren't you?  Well, 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.

(Out door, at the garden, men around Scarlett)
SCARLETT: Isn't this better than sitting at a table? A girl hasn't got but two sides to her at a table. (laughing)
MAN: I'll go get her dessert.
MAN2: Here, she said me.
MAN: Allow me, Miss O'Hara.
SCARLETT: I think... mmmh… I think Charles Hamilton may get it.
CHARLES: Oh, thank you, Miss O'Hara! Thank you.
MAN: Go get it.
MAN: Isn't he the luckiest...?
CHARLES: (back with dessert) Miss O'Hara...I… I love you.
SCARLETT: (saw Ashley and Melanie are walking together, very upset and push away) I… I don't guess I'm as hungry as I thought.

(Noon time, At the bedroom, girls read for siesta)
SCARLETT: Why do I have to take a nap? I'm not tired.
MAMMY: Well-brought-up young ladies take naps at parties. And it's high time you started behaving and acting like you was Miss Ellen's daughter.
SCARLETT: When we were at Saratoga I didn't notice any Yankee girls taking naps.
MAMMY: No, and you ain't gonna see no Yankee girls at the ball tonight neither.
SUELLEN: How was Ashley today, Scarlett? He didn't seem to be paying much attention to you.
SCARLETT: You mind your own business! You'll be lucky not to lose ol' whisker-face Kennedy.
SUELLEN: You've liked Ashley for months! His engagement's gonna be announced tonight. Pa said so this morning.
SCARLETT: That's all you know.
MAMMY: Miss Scarlett! Miss Suellen! You all behave yourselves. Acting like poor, white-trash children! If you's old enough to go to parties, you's old enough to act like ladies.
SCARLETT: Who cares!

(the gentlemen are gathering in the downstair hall, talking about the war.)
Mr. O'HARA: We've borne enough insults from the meddling Yankees. It's time we made them understand we ‘ll keep our slaves with or without their approval. Who's to stop them right from the state of Georgia to secede from the Union.
MAN: That's right.
Mr. O'HARA: The South must assert herself by force of arms. After we fired on the Yankee rascals at Fort Sumter, we've got to fight. There's no other way.
MAN1: Fight, that's right, fight!
MAN2: Let the Yankee's be the ones to ask for peace.
Mr. O'HARA: The situation is very simple. The Yankees can't fight and we can.
CHORUS: You're right!
MANS: There won't even be a battle. That's what I'll think! They'll just turn and run every time.
MAN1: One Southerner can lick twenty Yankees.
MAN2: We'll finish them in one battle. Gentlemen can always fight better than rattle.
MANS: Yes, gentlemen always fight better than rattle.
Mr. O'HARA: And what does the captain of our troop say?
ASHLEY: 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.
MAN1: But Ashley...
MAN2: Ashley, they've insulted us.
MANS: You can't mean that you don't want war.
ASHLEY: 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.
Mr. O'HARA: Now gentlemen, Mr. Butler has been up North, I hear. Don't you agree with us, Mr. Butler?
HETT BUTLER : I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen.
CHARLES: What do you mean, sir?
RHETT: I mean, Mr. Hamilton, there's not a cannon factory in the whole South.
MAN: What difference does that make, sir, to a gentleman?
RHETT: I'm afraid it's going to make a great deal of difference to a great many gentlemen, sir.
CHARLES: Are you hinting, Mr. Butler, that the Yankees can lick us?
RHETT: 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 habours and starve us to death. All we've got is cotton, and slaves and ...arrogance.
MAN: That's treacherous!
CHARLES: I refuse to listen to any renegade talk!
RHETT: Well, I'm sorry if the truth offends you.
CHARLES: Apologies aren't enough, Sir. I hear you were turned out of West Point Mr. Rhett Butler. And that you
aren't received in an decent family in Charleston. Not even your own.
RHETT: 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.

(Rhett Butler leaves the hall.)
MAN: Well, that's just about what you could expect from somebody like Rhett Butler.
Mr. O'HARA: You did everything but call him out.
CHARLES: He refused to fight.
ASHLEY: Not quite that Charles. He just refused to take advantage of you.
CHARLES: Take advantage of me?
ASHLEY: Yes, he's one of the best shots the country, he's proved a number of times, against steadier hands and
cooler heads than yours.
CHARLES: Well, I'll show him.
ASHLEY: No, no no, please, don't go tweaking his nose anymore. 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 leaves the hall with intention of walking Butler around the house. But before he can do this, Scarlett calls him into a detached room.)
SCARLETT: Ashley!
ASHLEY: Scarlett...who are you hiding from here? What are you up to? Why aren't you upstairs resting with the other girls? What is this, Scarlett? A secret?
SCARLETT: Well, Ashley, Ashley...! love you.
ASHLEY: Scarlett...
SCARLETT: I love you, I do.
ASHLEY: Well, isn't it enough that you gathered every other man's heart today? You always had mine. You cut your teeth on it.
SCARLETT: Oh, don't tease me now. Have I your heart my darling? I love you, I love you...
ASHLEY: You mustn't say such things. You'll hate me for hearing them.
SCARLETT: Oh, I could never hate you and, and I know you must care about me. Oh, you do care, don't you?
ASHLEY: Yes, I care. Oh can't we go away and forget we ever said these things?
SCARLETT: But how can we do that? Don't you, don't you want to marry me?
ASHLEY: I'm going to marry Melanie.
SCARLETT: But you can't, not if you care for me.
ASHLEY: 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.
SCARLETT: I know I love you and I want to be your wife. You don't love Melanie.
ASHLEY: She's like me, Scarlett. She's part of my blood, we understand each other.
SCARLETT: But you love me!
ASHLEY: 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.
SCARLETT: 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 houseful of mealy-mouthed brats just like her!
ASHLEY: You mustn't say things like that about Melanie.
SCARLETT: Who are you to tell me I mustn't? You led me on, you made me believe you wanted to marry me!
ASHLEY: Now Scarlett, be fair. I never at any time...
SCARLETT: 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...

(Ashley leaves. Scarlett throws a vase to the wall in anger. The crashing of the vase startles Rhett Butler. He rises up from the couch in a dark corner of the room.)

RHETT: Has the war started?
SCARLETT: Sir, you...you should have made your presence known.
RHETT: 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.
SCARLETT: Sir, you are no gentleman.
RHETT: And you, Miss, are no lady. Don't think that I hold that against you. Ladies have never held any charm for me.
SCARLETT: First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me!
RHETT: 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"?
SCARLETT: How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boot!
RHETT: And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.

(Melanie and Girls walk down the stair, talking about Scarlett…)
INDIA: She certainly made a fool of herself running after all the men at the barbecue.
MELENIE: That's not fair, India. She's so attractive, the men just naturally flock to her.
INDIA: Oh, Melanie, you're just too good to be true.
Girl: Didn't you see her going after your brother, Charles?
INDIA: Yes, and she knows Charles belongs to me.
MELENIE: Oh, you're wrong, India. Scarlett's just high-spirited and vivacious.
INDIA: Men may flirt with girls like that but they don't marry them.
MELENIE: I think you're being very mean to her.

(Outside, there's chaos. Gentlemen, including Ashley, are leaving for the call of war.)
MAN: War! War's declared! War!
CHARLES: Miss O'Hara!! Miss O'Hara, isn't it thrilling? Mr. Lincoln has called the soldiers, volunteers to fight
against us.
SCARLETT: Oh, fiddle-dee-dee. Don't you men ever think about anything important?
CHARLES: But it's war, Miss O'Hara! And everybody's going off to enlist, they're going right away. I'm going,
too!
SCARLETT: Everybody?
CHARLES: Oh, Miss O'Hara, will you be sorry? To see us go, I mean.
SCARLETT: I'll cry to my pillow every night.
CHARLES: Oh, Miss O'Hara, I've told you I loved you. I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world. And the sweetest, the dearest. I know that I couldn't hope that you could love me, so "clumsy and stupid, 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!
SCARLETT: Oh, what did you say?
CHARLES: Miss O'Hara, I said, would you marry me?
SCARLETT: Yes, Mr. Hamilton, I will.
CHARLES: You will, you'll marry me? You'll wait for me?
SCARLETT: Well, I don't think I'd want to wait.
CHARLES: You mean you'll marry me before I go? Oh, Miss O'Hara...Scarlett...when may I speak to your father?
SCARLETT: The sooner, the better.
CHARLES: I'll go now, I can't wait. Will you excuse me? Dear? Dear!

(At the same time, Ashley and Melanie in the garden)
ASHLEY: It'll be a week at least before they call on me.
MELENIE: Only a week, and then they'll take you away from me.

Gone With The Wind - script 03

Scarlett’s widowhood at Atlanta

(The day after Melanie and Ashley's wedding, Scarlett marries Charles Hamilton. Melanie kiss on Scarlett’s face.)
MELANIE: Scarlett. I thought of you at our wedding yesterday and I hope that yours would be as beautiful.
And it was.
SCARLETT: Was it?
MELANIE: Now we're really and truly sisters. Charles.
CHARLES: Melanie.
(Ashley’s turn to kiss on Scarlett’s face, like brother and sister. And Scarlett start into ears and cry.)
CHARLES: Don't cry darling. The war will be over in a few weeks and I'll be coming back to you.

(Days later, Scarlett received a letter from the army and was told that Charles has died. And Scarlett began her widow life. One day she was tired of wearing the black dress, and try on other colorful dress, and got catch by Mammy…)
MAMMY: Miss Scarlett!
SCARLETT: Well, I don't care.I'm too young to be a widow.
MAMMY: Miss Scarlett!
SCARLETT: Why, I just go around scaring people in that thing.
MAMMY: You ain't supposed to be around people. You's in mourning.
SCARLETT: For what? I don't feel anything. Why should I have to pretend and pretend? (crying…)
Mrs. O’HARA: What is it? Oh, baby... What is it?
SCARLETT: My life is over. Nothing will ever happen to me anymore. Oh, Mother. I know you'll 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.
Mrs. O’HARA: I don't think you're at all horrible. It's only natural to want to look young and be young when you are young. Oh, baby... How would you like to go visiting somewhere? Savannah perhaps?
SCARLETT: What would I do in Savannah?
Mrs. O’HARA: Well, Atlanta then. There's lots going on there. And you could stay with Melanie and her Aunt Pittypat.

SCARLETT: Melanie…Yes. Yes, I could, couldn't I? Oh, Mother, you're sweet to me, sweeter than anybody in the world.
Mrs. O’HARA: You'd like it, really? All right then. Now stop your crying and smile. You can take Prissy with you. (to Mammy) Start packing Miss Scarlett's things, Mammy. I'll go write the necessary letters.
SCARLETT: Atlanta!
MAMMY: Savannah would be better for you. You'd just get in trouble in Atlanta.
SCARLETT: What trouble are you talking about?
MAMMY: You know what trouble It's talking about. It's talking about Mist' Ashley Wilkes. He'll be coming to Atlanta when he gets his leave and you're sitting there waiting for him just like a spider! He belongs to Miss Melanie...
SCARLETT: You go pack my things like Mother said.

 

(Hushed and grim, Atlanta turned painful eyes towards the far awav little town of Gettysburg and page of history waited for three days while two nations came to death grips on the farm lands of Pennsylvania....)
MAN: Casualty-lists, Casualty-lists, Casualty-lists
UNCLE PETER: Here are you, the lists, Miss Melanie. They was fighting for them so it just got tore in half.
MELANIE: Scarlett, you look. The W's at the end.
SCARLETT: Wellman, Wendell, White, Whitner, Wilkins... ...Williams, Woolsey, Workman.
MELANIE: Scarlett, you've passed him.
SCARLETT: Oh, he isn't there! He isn't there!
MELANIE: Ashley's safe. He isn't listed.
SCARLETT: Oh, he's safe, he's safe.
MELANIE: Oh, Scarlett, you're so sweet to worry about Ashley like this for me. (Mrs. Meade is crying) I must go to her.
(Melanie go to the Meades…)
DR. MEADE: Don't, my dear, not here. Let's go home.
MELANIE: Dr. Meade, not...
DR. MEADE: Yes, our boy, Darcy.
Mrs. MEADE: I was making these mittens for him. He won't need them now.
PHIL MEADE: Mother, I'm going to enlist! I'll show 'em. I'll kill all those Yankees.
MELANIE: Phil Meade, you hush your mouth. Do you think it will help your mother to have you off getting shot too? I never heard of anything so silly.

(Rhett ride on the horse and come beside Scarlett…)
RHETT: It's a black day, Scarlett. You haven't had bad news, have you?
SCARLETT: Ashley's safe.
RHETT: I'm glad, for Mrs. Wilkes' sake.
SCARLETT: But, Rhett, there are so many others.
RHETT: Many of your friends?
SCARLETT: Just about every family in the county. The Tarleton boys, Rhett, both of them.
RHETT: 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.
SCARLETT: I never heard you talk like that before.
RHETT: 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.

(Ashley will be back for the Christmas holiday for three days. At the station, Melanie and Scarlett are waiting for Ashley…)
MELANIE: Oh, you're here. Oh, you're here. You're really here at last. Oh, my dear, I've waited so long.
ASHLEY: Melanie, my dear, my darling wife.
MELANIE: Oh, but we're forgetting Scarlett.
ASHLEY: Scarlett, dear. Well, is this any way to greet a returning warrior?
SCARLETT: Ashley, I... I... Merry Christmas, Ashley.

(The servant is preparing for the Christmas dinner…)
SERVANT: (catching the cock ) We've got all your little chicks. You got nobody to worry your head about leaving. Come on. Now you just stand still so you can be a 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.
(At the dinner…)
UNCLE PETER: Let's not talk about the war. It's Christmas. Let's talk about Twelve Oaks, and Tara and all the times before the war. Can we have the wine, Aunt Pittypat?
AUNT PITTY: 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 Carrollton, who was his second cousin once removed and a kin 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.
(After dinner, Ashley and Melanie go upstairs and go to sleep…)
ASHLEY: I meant it, my dear. It was a lovely Christmas gift. Only generals have tunics like this, nowadays.
MELANIE: I'm so happy you like it, dear.
ASHLEY: Where did you get the cloth?
MELANIE: It was sent to me by a Charleston lady. I nursed her son while he was in the hospital, Ashley, before he died and... Oh, you will take good care of it, won't you? You won't let it get torn. Promise me.
ASHLEY: You mustn't worry. I'll bring it back to you without any holes in it, I promise.
ASHLEY: (to Scarlett downstairs) Good night, my dear.
MELANIE: Good night, Scarlett, darling.

(It’s time for Ashley to leave…)
SCARLETT: Is it time yet, Uncle Peter, for Mr. Ashley to leave?
UNCLE PETER: Pretty quick now, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: She isn't going to the depot with him? She hasn't changed her mind?
UNCLE PETER: No, ma'am. She's laying down. She's so upset Mist' Wilkes told her she can't even come downstairs.
(Ashley come down…)
SCARLETT: Ashley! Ashley, let me go to the depot with you.
ASHLEY: Oh, Scarlett, I'd rather remember you as you are now not shivering at the depot.
SCARLETT: All right. Oh, Ashley, I've got a present for you, too.
ASHLEY: Why, Scarlett, it's beautiful. Tie it on me, my dear.
SCARLETT: While Melly was making your new tunic, I made this to go with it.
ASHLEY: You made it yourself?
SCARLETT: Well, then I shall value it all the more. You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.
ASHLEY: There's something you can do for me.
SCARLETT: What is it?
ASHLEY: Will you look after Melanie for me? She's so frail and gentle and she loves you so much. You see, if I were killed and she...
SCARLETT: Oh, you mustn't say that. It's bad luck. Say a prayer quickly.
ASHLEY: You say one for me. We shall need all our prayers now the end is coming.
SCARLETT: The end?
ASHLEY: The end of the war. And the end of our world, Scarlett.
SCARLETT: But, Ashley, you don't think the Yankees are beating us?
ASHLEY: Oh, Scarlett, my men are barefooted now, and the snow in Virginia is 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?
SCARLETT: Yes. Is that all, Ashley?
ASHLEY: All except, goodbye.
SCARLETT: Oh, Ashley, I can't let you go. (crying…)
ASHLEY: You must be brave...
SCARLETT: No...
ASHLEY: You must. How else can I bear going? Oh, Scarlett, you are so fine and strong and beautiful. Not just your sweet face, my dear... but you.
SCARLETT: Oh, Ashley, kiss me. Kiss me goodbye!

(kiss on Scarlett’s font head, and Scarlett kiss on his lips…)
ASHLEY: No, Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Oh, Ashley, I love you. I've always loved you. I never loved anyone else. I only married Charles just to hurt you. Oh, Ashley. Tell me you love me. I'll live on it the rest of my life.
ASHLEY: Goodbye.( and then go out…)
SCARLETT: When the war is over, Ashley. When the war is over.

Gone With The Wind - script 04

Nursing in the hospital

(Atlanta prayed while onward surged the triumphant Yankees...Heads were high, but hearts were heavy, as the wounded and the refugees poured into unhappy Georgia......In the hospital, Scarlett helps out as a nurse there, but her patience was easily suffocated by the dying and screaming there.)
(Melanie and Scarlett in the hospital…)
MAN: … And there's a place back home, where a wild plum tree comes to flower in the springtime. Down by the creek, you know.
MELANIE: Yes, I know, I know.
MAN: When we were little, my brother, Jeff, and I used to... I told you about my brother, Jeff, didn't I, ma'am?
MELANIE: I know I did.
MAN: He... We don't know where Jeff is now, ma'am. Since Bull Run we haven't heard anything and...
MELANIE: Please, we must have your temperature now. Just take this in your mouth and not talk anymore. Not just now.
SCARLETT: Melanie, I'm so tired I've gotta go home. Aren't you tired, Melanie?
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.

(That night When Scarlett and Melanie get out of the hospital and ready to go home, They were stop by an woman)
BELLE WATLIN: I've been sitting by this curb one solid hour waiting to speak to you, Miss Wilkes.
ANCLE PETER: Go on, you trash, don't you be pestering these ladies.
SCARLETT: Don't talk to her, Melly.
MELANIE: It's all right, Scarlett. Who are you?
BELLE WATLIN: My name's Belle Watlin. But that don't matter. I expect you think I've got no business here.
MELANIE: Hadn't you best tell me what you want to see me about?
BELLE WATLIN: First time I come here, I says,"Belle, you're a nurse." But the ladies didn't want my kind of nursing. Well, they was more than likely right. Then I tried giving 'em money. My money wasn't good enough for 'em, either. Old pea-hens! 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.
Mrs, MEADE: What are you doing here? Haven't you been told twice already?
BELLE WATLIN: This time I'm conversing with Miss Wilkes. You might as well take my money, Miss Wilkes. It's good money, even if it is mine.
MELANIE: I'm sure you're very generous.
BELLE WATLIN: No, I'm not. I'm a Confederate like everybody else, that's all.
MELANIE: Of course you are.
BELLE WATLIN: There's some folks here wouldn't feel that way. But maybe they ain't as good Christians as you. (and go away)
MELANIE: Look, Mrs. Meade. It's a great deal of money. Ten, twenty, thrirty, fifty. And it's not our paper money. It's gold.
SCARLETT: 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!

(Scarlett goes to the donation party with Melanie, wearing black.)
AUNT PITTY: They're all whispering, and I just know it's about her.
MELANIE: What's it matter what they say, Aunt Pittypat?
AUNT PITTY: 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!
MELANIE: 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 here to dance instead of to sell things.

DR. MEADE: 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 woolens 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!
(Rhett saw Scarlett and walk toward her. Scarlett run away but her dress was hitched)

RHETT: Permit me.
MELANIE: Captain Butler, such a pleasure to see you again. I met you last at my husband's home.
RHETT: That's kind of you to remember, Mrs. Wilkes. MELANIE: Did you meet Captain Butler at Twelve Oaks, Scarlett?
SCARLETT: Yes I, I think so.
RHETT: Only for a moment, Mrs. Hamilton, it was in the library. You, uh, had broken something.
SCARLETT: Yes, Captain Butler, I remember you.
MAN: Ladies, the Confederacy asks for your jewelry on behalf of our noble cause.
SCARLETT: We aren't wearing any, we're in mourning.
RHETT: Wait. On behalf of Mrs. Wilkes and Mrs. Hamilton,.
MAN: Thank you, Captain Butler.
MELANIE: Just a moment, please.
MAN: But, it's your wedding ring, ma'am.
MELANIE: It may help my husband more, off my finger.
MAN: Thank you.
RHETT: It was a very beautiful thing to do, Mrs. Wilkes.
SCARLETT: Here, you can have mine, too. for the cause.
RHETT: And you Mrs. Hamilton. I know just how much that means to you.
DR. MEADE: Melanie.
MELANIE: Yes, Dr. Meade.
DR. MEADE: I need your approval as a member of the committee with something we want to do, that's rather shocking. Will you excuse us, please?
(Melanie went away…)
RHETT: I'll say one thing. The war makes the most peculiar widows.

SCARLETT: I wish you'd go away. If you'd had any raising, you'd know I never want to see you again.
RHETT: Now, why be silly? You've no reason for hating me. I'll carry your guilty secret to my grave.
SCARLETT: 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 turned out to be such a noble character.
RHETT: I can't bear to take advantage of your little girl's ideas, Miss O'Hara. I am neither noble nor heroic.
SCARLETT: But you are a blockade runner.
RHETT: For profit. And profit only.
SCARLETT: Are you trying to tell me you don't believe in the cause?
RHETT: I believe in Rhett Butler. He's the only cause I know. The rest doesn't mean much to me.

DR. MEADE: And now, ladies and gentlemen. I have a startling surprise for the benefit of the hospital. Gentlemen, if you wish to lead the opening real with the lady of your choice, you must bid for her.
WOMAN: Caroline Meade, how could you permit your husband to conduct this, this, slave auction?
CAROLINE MEADE: Darling Merry Weather, 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.
WOMAN: She did?
AUNT PITTY: Oh dear, oh dear, where are my smelling salts? I think I shall faint.
CAROLINE MEADE: Don't you dare faint, Lilly Beth Hamilton. If Melanie says it's all right, it is all right.
DR. MEADE: Come gentlemen, do I hear your bids? Make your offers! Don't be bashful, gentlemen!
MAN1: Twenty dollars! Twenty dollars for Miss Maybelle Merryweather.
MAN2: Twenty five dollars for Miss Fanny Ossing!
DR. MEADE: Only twenty five dollars to give.
RHETT: One hundred and fifty dollars in gold.
DR. MEADE: For what lady, sir?
RHETT: For Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
DR. MEADE: For whom, sir?
RHETT: Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
DR. MEADE: Mrs. Hamilton is in mourning, Captain Butler. But I'm sure any of our Atlanta belles would be proud to.
RHETT: But talk to me. I said Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
DR. MEADE: She will not consider it, sir.
SCARLETT: (Flame in Scarlett's eyes.) Oh, yes, I will.
MAN: Choose your partners for the Virginia reel.

(Scarlett squeezes through the crowd to Butler. They go dancing.)
RHETT: We've sort of shocked the Confederacy, Scarlett.
SCARLETT: It's a little like blockade running, isn't it?
RHETT: It's worse. But I expect a very fancy profit out of it.
SCARLETT: 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.

(In the Hamiltons. Rhett pays a visit to Scarlett and brings her a bonnet from Paris.)

SCARLETT: Another dance and my reputation will be lost forever.
RHETT: With enough courage, you can do without a reputation.
SCARLETT: Oh, you do talk scandalous. You do waltz divinely, Captain Butler.
RHETT: Don't start flirting with me. I'm not one of your plantation beaux. I want more than flirting from you.
SCARLETT: What do you want?
RHETT: I'll tell you, Scarlett O'Hara, if you'll take that Southern belle simper off your face. Some day I want you to say to me the words I heard you say to Ashley Wilkes: "I love you."
SCARLETT: That's something you'll never hear from me, Captain Butler, as long as you live.

(The next day, Rhett sent their wedding rings back to S&M…)
MELANIE: How sweet, how kind. He is a thoughtful gentleman.
SCARLETT: Fiddle-dee-dee, why doesn't he say something about my sacrifice?

(Another day, Rhett came to see Scarlett with a gift…)
SCARLETT: 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!
RHETT: 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.
SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett!
RHETT: It's my duty to blade boys at the front, to keep our girls at home looking pretty.
SCARLETT: It's been so long since I had anything new.

(Scarlett tries the bonnet on. Then she diverts it, considering this is the right way.)
SCARLETT: How do I look?
RHETT: Awful, just awful.
SCARLETT: Why, what's the matter?
RHETT: This war stopped being a joke when a girl like you doesn't know how to wear the latest fashion.
SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, let me do it. But Rhett, I don't know how I'd dare wear it.
RHETT: You will, though. And another thing. Those pantalets. I don't know a woman in Paris wears pantalets
anymore.
SCARLETT: What do they... you shouldn't talk about such things.

RHETT: You little hypocrite, you don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.
SCARLETT: Rhett, I really can't go on accepting these gifts. Though you are awfully kind.
RHETT: I'm not kind, I'm just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid.
SCARLETT: If you think I'll marry you just to pay for the bonnet, I won't.
RHETT: Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a marrying man.
SCARLETT: Well, I won't kiss you for it, either.(Close her eyes and pretend to be kissing.. )
RHETT: 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.
SCARLETT: And I suppose that you think that you are the proper person.
RHETT: I might be, if the right moment ever came.
SCARLETT: You're a conceited, black- hearted varmint, Rhett Butler, and I don't know why I let you come and see me.
RHETT: I'll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I'm the only man over sixteen and under sixty who's around to show
you a good time. But cheer up, the war can't last much longer.
SCARLETT: Really, Rhett? Why?
RHETT: There's a little battle going on right now that ought to pretty well fix things. One way or the other.
SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, is Ashley in it?
RHETT: So you still haven't gotten the wooden headed Mr. Wilkes out of your mind? Yes, I suppose he's in it.
SCARLETT: Oh, tell me, Rhett, where is it?
RHETT: Some little town in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg.


(Panic hit the city with the first of Sherman's shells... Helpless and unarmed, the populace fled from the oncoming Juggernaut... And desperately the gallant remnants of an army marched out to face the foe...)
(At the hospital…)
PRIEST: With the Lord as my shepherd I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. With the
sword at my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. "Yeah, 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. "
MAN1: Yankees!
SCARLETT: The Yankees! Oh, Dr. Meade, they're getting closer.
Dr. MEADE: They'll never get into Atlanta. They'll never get through old Peg-Leg Hood.
Wounded MAN: Give me something for the pain!
Dr. MEADE: Sorry, son, we haven't got anything to give you.
Wounded MAN2: These animules is driving me crazy!
Wounded MAN3: (playing cards…) What luck! You've got my jack...!
Wounded MAN4: (playing cards…) Give me an ace and I'll start another war!
Wounded MAN5: I'll bid the moon!
Wounded MAN6: That I'll never see you or Pa again.
Dr. MEADE: This leg's got to come off, soldier.
Wounded MAN6: No, no! Leave me alone!
Dr. MEADE: I'm sorry, soldier.
MAN: We're all run out of chloroform, Dr. Meade.
Dr. MEADE: Then we'll have to operate without it.
Wounded MAN6: No, no! Leave me alone! You can't do it. I won't let you do it to me!
Dr. MEADE: Tell Dr. Wilson to take this leg off immediately. It's gangrene.
Wounded MAN6: No, no! Don't!
Dr. MEADE: 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.
FRANK: Miss Scarlett!
SCARLETT: Why, Frank Kennedy!
FRANK: Miss Suellen, is she well?
SCARLETT: When did they bring you in? You all right? Are you badly hurt?
FRANK: But Miss Suellen, is she...
SCARLETT: She's all right, but l...
MAN: (to Scarlett) Dr. Wilson needs you in the operating room. He's going to take off that leg. Better hurry.
SCARLETT: (to Frank) I'll be back.
(in the operating room … )
Wounded MAN: (crying) No, no, leave me alone! No, no, I can't stand it! No don't! Don't cut! Don't cut! Don't, don't! Please!
MAN: Where's the nurse?
MAN: Mrs. Hamilton, Dr. Wilson is waiting.
SCARLETT: 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 anymore.

 

(Scarlett runs out of the hospital onto the street, where she finds the whole city is shaking in the flame of war. Everyone is fleeing. And Scarlett see Big Sam and other Tara black workers in the army…)
SCARLETT: Big Sam! Big Sam! Big Sam!
BIG SAM: Almighty Moses, it's Miss Scarlett!
SCARLETT: Big Sam! Sam, Lige, Postel, Prophet! I'm so glad to see you! Tell me about Tara, about my mother.
She didn't write me.
BIG SAM: She's gone and got sick, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Sick?
BIG SAM: Just a little bit sick, that's all. Your pa was wild when they wouldn't let him fight 'cause of his broken knee. He had fits when they took us field hands to dig ditches for white soldiers to hide in. But your ma says the Confederacy needs us. So we're gonna dig for the South.
SCARLETT: Sam, was there a doctor?
OFFOCER: Sorry, ma'am, we've got to march.
BIG SAM: Goodbye, Miss Scarlett. Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees.
SCARLETT: Goodbye, Big Sam. Goodbye, boys. If any of you get sick or hurt, let me know.
TARA BOYS: Goodbye, Miss Scarlett. - Goodbye. - Goodbye.

(Scarlett hardly walks on the street. She is totally at a loss what to do, then Butler comes with a carriage.)

RHETT: Scarlett! Whoah. Climb into this buggy, this is no day for walking, you’ll get run over.
SCARLETT: Rhett, Oh, Rhett! Drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
RHETT: Panic’s a pretty sight, isn’t it. Whoah, whoah. That’s just another one of General Shermans calling cards. He’ll be paying us a visit soon.
SCARLETT: I’ve gotta get out of here, I gotta get out of here before the Yankees come.
RHETT: And 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.
SCARLETT: Don’t talk to me like that, Rhett, I’m so scared, I wish I’d get out of here!
RHETT: 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...
SCARLETT: With you?
RHETT: Yes Ma’am. I’m the 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. Well, here we are. Are you going with me or are you getting out?
SCARLETT: I hate and despise you, Rhett Butler. And I’ll hate and despise you till I die!
RHETT: Oh, no, you won’t, Scarlett, not that long.

Gone With The Wind - script 05

Melanie's baby was born

(At the Hamilton’s house, Aunt Pitty is packing, preparing for leaving.)
PRISSY: Miss Scarlett! Miss Scarlett! Folks is all going to Macon and folks is running away and running away.
AUNT PITTY: I can't bear it! Those cannon balls right in my ears! I faint every time I hear one! Uncle Peter, look out for that trunk!
SCARLETT: But, Aunt Pitty, you aren't leaving?
AUNT PITTY: I may be a coward, but oh dear! Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in?
SCARLETT: I'm going, too. Prissy, go pack my things. Get them, quick! Wait, Aunt Pitty, I won't take a minute.
AUNT PITTY: Scarlett, do you really think you ought to?
(Dr. Meade is coming towards Scarlett…)
DR. MEADE: Scarlett! What is this? You ain’t planning on running away?
SCARLETT: And don’t you dare try to stop me. I’m never going back to that hospital, I’ve had enough of smelling death and rot and death...I’m going home, I want my mother. My mother needs me.
DR. MEADE: You’ve got to listen to me. You must stay here.
AUNT PITTY: Without a chaperone, Dr. Meade, it simply isn’t done.
DR. MEADE: Good Heaven’s woman, this is war, not a garden party. Scarlett, you’ve got to stay, Melanie needs
you.
SCARLETT: Oh, bother Melanie!
DR. MEADE: She’s ill already. She shouldn’t even be having a baby. She may have a difficult time.
SCARLETT: Can’t we take her along?
DR. MEADE: Would you want her to take that chance? Would you want her to be taunted over rough roads and
have the baby ahead of time in the buggy?
SCARLETT: It isn’t my baby, you take care of it.
DR. MEADE: Scarlett, we haven’t enough doctors, much less nurses to look after a sick woman. You’ve got to stay for Melanie.
SCARLETT: What for? I don’t know anything about babies being borne.
PRISSY: I knows! I knows! I knows how to do it. I’ve done it lots and lots. let me doctor, let me. I can do everything.
DR. MEADE: Good. Then I’ll rely on you to help us.
PRISSY: Yes Doctor.
DR. MEADE: Ashley’s fighting on the field. Fighting for the cause. He may never come back. He may die. Scarlett, we owe him a well borne child.
AUNT PITTY: If you’re coming Scarlett, hurry!
SCARLETT: I promised Ashley, something.
DR. MEADE: Then you’ll stay? Good. Go along Miss Pittifett. Scarlett’s staying.
AUNT PITTY: Go on, Uncle Peter. I don't know what to do. It's like the end of the world! Uncle Peter, my smelling salt!
SCARLETT: 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!

(The skies rained death... For thirty-five days a battered Atlanta hung grimly on, hoping for a miracle ... Then there fell a silence...more terrifying than the pounding of the cannon….)
SCARLETT: Stop! Stop! Please, stop. Are the Yankees coming?
OFFICER: I’m afraid so, Ma’am. The army's pulling out.
SCARLETT: Pulling out of Atlanta and leaving us to the Yankees?
OFFICER: Not leaving, evacuating. We’ve got to before Sherman cuts the McDonough road.
SCARLETT: It can't be true! What'll I do?
OFFICER: Better refugee south, right quick. If you'll excuse me.
SCARLETT: Prissy! Prissy! Come here Prissy! Go pack my things and Miss Melanie’s, too. We’re to Tara right away, the Yankees are coming.
MELANIE: Scarlett! Scarlett!
SCARLETT: Oh, Melanie, we’re going to... Melanie.
MELANIE: I’m sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett. It’ll begin at daybreak.
SCARLETT: But, the Yankees are coming.
MELANIE: 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?
SCARLETT: Oh, fiddle-dee-dee, Melanie, aren’t things bad enough without you talking about dying? I’ll send for Dr. Meade right away.
MELANIE: Not yet, Scarlett. I couldn’t let Dr. Meade sit here for hours while, while all those poor, badly wounded boys...
SCARLETT: Prissy! Prissy come here quick! Prissy, go get Dr. Meade, run quick! Don’t stand there like a scared
goat. Run! Hurry, Hurry! I’ll sell you South I will, I swear I will! I’ll sell you South!
(hours later, Prissy does come back, Scarlett is very worry and panic)
SCARLETT: Where's that Prissy? This room's like an oven already and it isn't noon yet. Don't worry, Melly. Mother says it always seems like the doctor will never come. If I don't take a strap to that Prissy! Know what I heard about Maybelle Merriwether? You remember her funny-looking beau? The one with the uniform like ladies' red flannels?
MELANIE: You don't have to keep on talking for my sake. I know how worried you are.
PRISSY: (singing and walking slowly toward the house) For to tote the weary load. No matter, 't will never...
SCARLETT: (to Melanie) I'll just go and fetch you some cooler water.
(Scarlett go downstairs and meet Prissy…)
SCARLETT: You're slow as molasses in January. Where's Dr. Meade?
PRISSY: I never seen him, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: What?
PRISSY: He ain't at the hospital. A man told me that the doctor's down at the car shed with the wounded soldiers
SCARLETT: Well, why didn't you go after him?
PRISSY: Miss Scarlett, I'm scared to go down there at the car shed. There's folks dying down there. And I'm scared of dead folks!
SCARLETT: Go sit by Miss Melly. And don't you be upsetting her or I'll whip the hide off you.

(Scarlett go to find the doctor herself…)
SCARLETT: Have you seen...?
MAN: Move aside, lady, please.
SCARLETT: Dr. Meade? Dr. Meade, at last!
Dr, MEADE: Thank heaven you're here. I need every pair of hands. Now, come, child, wake up. We got work to do.
SCARLETT: But Melly's having her baby. You've got to come with me!
Dr, MEADE: Are you crazy? I can't leave these men for a baby. They're dying! Hundreds! Get a woman to help.
SCARLETT: But there isn't anybody. Dr. Meade, she might die.
Dr, MEADE: Die? Look at them, bleeding to death in front of my eyes! No chloroform. No bandages. Nothing! Nothing to ease their pain. Run along and don't bother me. Don't worry, child. There's nothing to bringing a baby. Bring the stretchers in here.
MAN: Dr. Meade?
Dr, MEADE: Yeah, I'm coming.

(Scarlett back to the house, just herself…)
PRISSY: Is the doctor coming?
SCARLETT: No, he can’t come.
PRISSY: Oh, Miss Scarlett, Miss Melanie bad off!
SCARLETT: He can’t come, there’s nobody to come. Prissy, you’ve got to manage without the doctor. I’ll help you.
PRISSY: Oh, Lordy, Miss Scarlett!
SCARLETT: Well, what is it?
PRISSY: Lordy, we’ve got to have a doctor! I don’t know nothing about birthing babies.
SCARLETT: What do you mean? You told me you knew everything about it!
PRISSY: I don’t know how can I tell such a lie. Ma ain’t never let me around when folks was having them.
SCAELETT: Stop it! Go light a fire on the stove. Get boiling water in the kettle. Get me a ball of twine, and all the clean towels you can find, and, the scissors. And don’t come telling me you can’t find them. Go get them and get them quick!
PRISSY: Yes’am
MELANIE: Scarlett! Scarlett!
SCAELETT: Coming, Melly. Coming!

MELANIE: You better go before the Yankees get here.
SCAELETT: You know I won't leave you.
MELANIE: It's no use. I'm gonna die.
SCAELETT: Don't be a goose, Melly. Hold on to me. Hold on to me!
MELANIE: Talk to me, Scarlett. Please, talk to me.
SCAELETT: Don't try to be brave. Yell! There's nobody to hear.
PRISSY: Ma says that if you puts a knife under the bed, it cuts the pain in two.