Glory Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Glory Script



"Dear Mother.

I hope you are keeping well...



and not worrying too much about me.



You mustn't think that any of us

are going to be killed...



for they are collecting

such a force here...



that an attack would be insane.



The Massachusetts men

passed through here this morning.



How grand it is to meet the men

from all the states, east and west...



ready to fight for their country...



as the old fellows did

in the Revolution.



But this time we must make it

a whole country...



for all who live here,

so that all can speak.



Before this war began...



many of my regiment

had never seen a Negro.



Now the roads are choked

with the dispossessed.



We fight for men and women...



whose poetry is not yet written,

but which will presently...



be as enviable

and as renowned as any.



Last night we heard

of yet another defeat.



But we are not disheartened.



I am honored to be part

of such a splendid company.



They have made me captain,

of which I am enormously proud.



You would think it strange to see me

giving orders to a hundred men...



most of whom are older than I am.



Thank you for sending

my volume of Emerson.



His words come home to me

like truth--



'A deep man, ' he says, 'believes

that the evil eye can wither...



that the heart's blessing

can heal...



and that love

can overcome all odds. '



My dearest love to Father.



Your son, Robert. "




Company, forward!




Company, forward!



- Charge!

- Fire!












Stand. Fire!



Steady, boys!



- Forward!

- Fire!



Forward, men!



For God's sake, come on!



Robert, come on!

We must fall back!



No! Forbes!












You all right there, Captain?



Please! Not my leg!



- Where's the chloroform?

- Stop!






No! Wait!



- No!

- Hold on!



So it's your neck?



The surgeons are busy,

but I'll fix you up.



- Let me know if I hurt you.

- Stop!



Ah, this is nothing.



- Heard the latest?

- What's that?



I heard it from a friend

who's a dispatch rider...



who got it trom one ot Stanton's clerks

in the War Office.



He says Lincoln is gonna issue

an emancipation proclamation.



Gonna free the slaves.



- What?

- Maybe not in the border states...



but he will free some, anyway.



My God.



He said he would have done it sooner,

only he was waiting tor a big victory...



which is, I guess, what this is.



Oh, my God!



Please don't cut anymore, please!






This might hurt you, Captain.

I'm sorry.






- Robert.

- Thomas.



Captain Shaw.

I was so proud when l heard.



They had no choice.

All the other officers are dead.



- And Forbes?

- lmpossible, as always.



He's here somewhere.



How about you?



Working tor your father,

helping him with the resettlement...



tor the Freedmen's Relief Association.



There's a shortage of housing.

Robert! Are you all right?



Yes. I'm sorry.



Darling, there's someone

who wishes to meet you.



General Hunter rounded up

a bunch ot slaves...



called them contraband

and put them in camps like cattle.



The War Department decided

to issue them pikes rather than guns.



Ot course they deserted.

So would I.



Robert. Governor,

you know my son Robert.



- Good to see you again.

- Governor Andrew.



Robert, have you met

Frederick Douglass?



Mr. Douglass.



I understand you were at Antietam.



A great and a terrible day.



I could use your help.



The governor is proposing to raise

a regiment ot Negro soldiers.



No. It was not just my idea.

Mr. Douglass--



We will offer pride and dignity...



to those who have known

only degradation.



- Colored soldiers. Just think of it.

- Wonderful.



I've submitted your name

to be commissioned colonel...



of the   th Massachusetts lnfantry.



Thank you, Governor.




lt's a wonderful idea.



Excuse me.



Well done, Shaw.



- Splendid job, young man.

- Bravo, Robert.



What's the matter?

Too much punch?



I know how much you'd like to

make colonel, but a colored regiment?



You know how popular that would be?



Handing out guns

to a thousand coloreds?



Hey, Robert.



What's wrong?



I'm gonna do it.



You're not serious.



- I want you to come with me.

- Me?



And you?



Can you picture me

in charge ot a regiment?



Picture me in charge ot anything.



I would be honored to have you.



Then you're an idiot.



Rob, is it true?

There's to be a colored regiment?



So it seems.



Then I am your first volunteer.



Present arms!



How do we look, Colonel?

We gonna whup the Secess'?



When do we get the blue suit?



Yeah, the blue suit.



Ready to whip them Rebs.



When are we gonna get to fight?



Are we really gonna get to fight

this time?









Good morning, gentlemen.



I am Colonel Robert Gould Shaw.



I am your commanding officer.



It is a great pleasure

to see you all here today.



It is my hope that the same courage...



spirit and honor...



which has brought us together...



will one day restore this Union.



May God bless us all!



Form companies?



We will commence

with forming companies.



Company officers, take charge.



You recruits will report

to your respective officers...



by the letter of your company

in aIphabetical order...



which is in the top left-hand corner

of your muster sheet.



- Good book, brother?

- Yes, it is, actually.



Name's SearIes. Thomas Searles.



Jupiter Sharts, sir.

What it about, that book?



lt's a collection ot essays--

Fourier, Emerson...



all the transcendentalists.



It got pictures?



- Teach me?

- Yes, I'd be happy to.



Look at what's walking in here!



I'd rather have a hog

than a nigger.



- At least you could eat the hog!

- Getting dark mighty earIy around here.



Show us a little dance,

nigger boys!



Sergeant of the Guard,

post your sentry.



Yes, sir!



Wait, no. That's my space, nigger.



I sleep better close by the door.



I prefer a space

with more reading light.



Oh, I like it when niggers

talk good as white folk.



I'd be happy to teach you.



It would be my pleasure.



Look, snowflake, I ain't got nothing

to learn from no house nigger.



I am a free man,

as was my father.



Good. Move your free black ass

before I bust it up.



- Hey, hold up, buck.

- Nobody said nothing to you, pap.



lt's all right.



I'll be fine over here.



- Mm-hmm.

- Excuse me.



Wonder when they gonna

give us the blue suit.



Ain't no blue suit tor the black

soldiers. Blue suits for the whites.



Well, we soldiers now.



Where you from, field hand?



South Carolina.



You ought to know better, boy.



Hey, would you quit that?

Say, boy, quit that drumming.



What's your name?



I said what's your name, boy?



- Can't you see that he's mute?

- He what?



He's mute.



You mean this child can't talk?



Hey, come over here, hon.



Dummies and field hands.

Ain't that a bitch?



What about you, buck?

Whereabouts you from?



I'm trom around Tennessee.



Ran away when I was    years old,

and l ain't never look back.



What you doing since then?



I run for president.



I didn't win though.






Major? Forbes.

That's you.



- Thomas.

- Hello.



- How are you?

- You know Charlie Morse.



- Thomas Searles.

- Captain.



So how was your meal?



The remoulade was a trifle tart...



but the souffle for dessert

more than made up for it.



And your comrades?



Charming. Extraordinary

conversationalists, every one.



Major Forbes!



- A word, please.

- Oh, excuse me, Thomas.



Yes, Robert?



I won't permit

that kind ot fraternization.



- lt's only Thomas.

- He's an enlisted man.



You're right, of course.



I've sent for help.



These men need a proper teacher.



For God's sake, you march like

a bunch ot crippled old goats!



We're gonna be here day and night

till we get this right!



One, one. Company, halt.






You are ugly Mexican-African

fucking whores!



We're gonna work on this

day and night, gentlemen!



Forward at the haIt step. March!



One! You halt-wit black bastard.



Is it true they cut your balls off

at birth?



I'll work on you

till I get you broken.



Company, halt!



Do you not know your right

from your left?



No, sir.



How many here do not know

right trom left?



Jesus, have pity.



This is your front!



This is your rear!

This is your right! And this--



Now you're learning, boy-o.



Company, forward march!






- Two!

- One! Two!



You bloody Hindus, get it right!



Stop. Start it again.

In each rank! Count!



Left. Left, right, left!



Right, forward, march!



Left. Get your goddamn hand

out of your pocket!



Bonny Prince Charlie!

Are you a gentleman?



Are you a member ot congress

or something?



Or are you the bloody

prince ot Africa?



Don't look at me!

Look straight ahead!



I'll heat your ass up, boy-o!



The lrish are not noted

for their fondness tor the coloreds.



What about the uniforms?



Still no word.






See to it.



You're a big buck, aren't you?

You've got a lot to learn!



You haven't had a master like me!



"Dear Mother.

The men learn very quickly.



Faster than white troops,

it seems to me.



They are almost grave

and sedate under instruction...



and they restrain themselves.



But the moment they are dismissed

from drill...



every tongue is relaxed

and every ivory tooth is visible...



and you would not know from the sound

of it that this is an army camp.



They must have learned this from long

hours of meaningless, inhuman work...



to set their minds free so quickly.



It gives them great energy.



There is no doubt

that we will leave this state...



as fine a regiment

as any that has marched.



As ever, your son, Robert. "



They've done it.



Assemble the men.












In accordance with

President Lincoln's wishes...



you men are advised...



that the Confederate Congress

has issued a proclamation.



It reads:



"Any Negro taken in arms...



against the Confederacy...



will immediately be returned

to a state ot slavery.



Any Negro taken in Federal uniform...



will be summarily put to death.



Any white officer taken

in command ot Negro troops...



shall be deemed as inciting

servile insurrection...



and shall likewise be put to death."



Full discharges will be granted

in the morning...



to all those who apply.






If you're not here in the morning...



I understand.



Still want that blue suit, nigger?



- Good morning, Major.

- Sir! Formed and ready, sir.



How many are left?









Glory hallelujah.



Company, halt!



You're not dismissed, boy-o!

Get up!



You'll fall out when I say

and not before. Understand? Get up!



Sergeant Major.



- Sir!

- At ease, Sergeant.



I have no doubt

that you are a fair man, Mulcahy.



I wonder if you are

treating these men too hard.



You disagree.



- You may speak freely.

- The boy's your friend, is he?



We grew up together, yes.



Let him grow up some more.



- I see.

- Will that be all, sir?






.   caliber Enfield rifle musket.

Best in the world here, boy.






One, one, nine, one, one.



Can you handle that?



I can knock something down

with this.






One, two, one, nine, two.



- Beautiful.

- Hawkins.



One, two, one, eight, six.



- Jefferson.

- Yes, sir!







There's a rumor going around...



that we're to be used

only for manual labor.



I can't believe the things we hear.



lt's not true, is it? I mean,

about not being allowed to fight.



The men are living for that day.



I know l am.



- Fletch.

- Don't bother about him.



- He's just ignorant.

- Excuse me.



For God's sake, come on!



- Good shot!

- Do that again!



Give him your weapon.

Do that again.



- One dime he can't do it.

- Dime on each of you!



That's a bet!

Go on, boy.



Go ahead, Sharts.



- That's a dime on each of you!

- Double or nothing!



Attention, company!



Attention, company!



As you were.



Front and center.



You are a good shot, Private.



Thank you, sir.

Squirrel hunting.



- You ever killed a man?

- No, sir.



- But you're handy with a gun.

- Yes, sir.












Discharge your weapon.



Discharge your weapon.



Do it!



Now, do it again. Only this time,

I want it done quickly.



A good man can fire three aimed shots

in a minute.



Major Forbes, give me

your Colt revolver.



- What?

- Your gun.



Give it to me.









Quickly. Faster!



Faster! Load.



Do it! Do it!



Teach them properly, Major.



Yes, sir.



Attention, company!












Good morning, Major.

You're up early.



I want to talk to you.






If you wouldn't mind

getting down from your horse.



- Better?

- Why do you treat the men this way?



How should I treat them?



Like men?



And what about Thomas?

Why are you so hard on him?



He's not a very good soldier.

I'm getting these men ready tor battle.



Robert, they're already as good

as the Seventh ever was.



They march well.

They're disciplined.



- No thanks to you.

- I beg your pardon?



You heard me.



Who do you think you are,

acting the high-up colonel?



You seem to forget I know you

and so does Thomas.



If you don't believe in

what we're doing here...



maybe you shouldn't be part ot it.



Part of what?






Left, right! Little finger

along the seams of your trousers?



Marching is probably all

they'll ever get to do, Robert.



It is my job...



to get these men ready.



And I will.



They have risked their lives to be here.

They have given up their freedom.



l owe them as much as they have given.

I owe them my freedom...



my life, if necessary.



Maybe so do you, Cabot.



I think you do.



Develop! En garde.



Thrust! Develop!



You're not at dancing school!

Take his head otf!



Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

What have we here?



Bonny Prince Charlie

and his toy bayonet.



You're not reading now.

Go on. Get over!



- Now stab me.

- What?



Stab me.



Come on. Stab! Not tickle.

Hit me!



Come on! You prissy schoolgirl!



You're the worst soldier

in this company! Hit me!



No shame, son. Get up.



- I said get up!

- Nigger forgot to duck. That's all.



Sergeant, deal with that man.



I'll tell you a wee secret, son.

Learn to keep your mouth shut.



Save it, son.

Save it.



Carry on, Sergeant Mulcahy.






I'd like to speak to you

for a moment in private, if I may.



Enlisted men wishing to speak

to their commanding officer...



must first get permission.



You understand, Private?



Yes, sir.



En garde! Thrust! Develop! Recover!



You better put some oomph

into that, boy-o!



Oh, my, my, my.



Some things never change.



I guess the whole world

hate the nigger.



Boy, if you don't quit

that drumming in here--



Honey, why don't you take your drum

on outside and practice?



That Colonel Shaw, he a hard man.



He a swell.

Just a nigger-beating swell.



But he in the same boat

with us.



Secess' come, take him, kill him too.



Huh. Not him.



He a swell.



He just a boy.



He a weak white boy.



Beating on a nigger

make him feel strong.



Ain't that right, snowflake?



You know, he ain't never been

to no West Point.



Onliest reason he in charge

is 'cause his mommy and daddy fixed it.



Ain't that so?



You thought he was different,

didn't you?






What you think now?



You just thought you was so smart,

didn't you?



You in the real school now, though,

ain't you?



What you gonna do? Cry?



Yeah. He sure enough learning now,

ain't he?



Attention, company!



Forward, march!

Right face.



Oh, shit.



Man say there's a farm

ain't but two or three miles from here.



Said the lady over there

give him biscuits and gravy.



She said, if he bring his triends,

she feed them too.



- Don't even think about it.

- What you say, buck?



Biscuits and gravy sound good to me.

Maybe get myself some real shoes.



I'm telling you, boy.

They find out, they liable to shoot you.



Nigger, is you a old man or old woman?

I forget.



All right.



ColIard greens.



Corn bread.



Come on. Dream.



I'm waiting on you.



"Dear Mother. News today

of the defeat at Fredericksburg.



If things continue to go badly,

I wonder if l might not end my days...



as an outlaw leader

of a band of fugitive slaves.



Try as I may,

I don't know these men...



their music, their camaraderie--



which is different from ours.



I am placed in a position where,

if l were a man of real strength...



I might do a great deal.



But I am afraid I shall show

that I'm not of much account.



I don't want to stand in their way

because of my own weakness.



I miss Christmas on the Shaw Island

and the smell of the sea. "



lt's Thomas.



I just wanted to say--



I wanted to say--



Merry Christmas, Robert.



Merry Christmas, Thomas.



You're Shaw, aren't you?

Merry Christmas.



Kendrick, division quartermaster.



This sorry piece of work is Haggis.



He writes vouchers.






- How's it going down there?

- Oh, very well. Thank you.



That's all right. Brass are all up

to Division, planning the next disaster.



You're among friends.



How much longer do you figure

they'll last?



I hear they're deserting

ten at a time.



Oh, you're misinformed.

We haven't had a single incident.



I figure the nigs never had it so good.



Three square a day,

a root over their heads.



They gotta know nobody's

gonna let them fight. Am I right?



Yes, of course.



It there's anything you need--



a bottle for the cold nights--



Actually, I put in a requisition

for shoes two weeks ago...



and I haven't heard anything.



Well, provisionally speaking...



we're extremely limited as to footwear.



That kind ot item has to be reserved...



for those units

whose fighting readiness...



supersede yours.



You understand.



Yes, I understand.



- Excuse me.

- Stop by tomorrow.



I have got the most delicious

local jam. Myrtle berry, isn't it?



- Blueberry.

- Right, right.



Nice meeting you, Shaw.






- Excuse me, sir.

- What is it?



We've caught a deserter.



Oh, Lordy, this is bad.



They ain't gonna shoot him, is they?



lt'll be all right...



won't it?



Re-form your ranks!



- Re-form your ranks!

- Form your ranks!



Fall in.

Quiet in the ranks.



Quiet in the ranks!



Untie his hands

and take off his coat.



The prisoner is in position, sir.



What is this?



The prisoner is to be flogged

before the entire regiment.



Robert, not with a whip.

Not on them.



- Excuse us, Sergeant Mulcahy.

- At your pleasure, Colonel.



Never question my authority

in front ot others.



WeIl, I is sorry, massa.



You be the boss man now,

and all us chilluns must learn to obey.



Major Forbes, stand at attention!



Sergeant Mulcahy.



You may commence.









Mr. Rawlins.



This morning l--



It would be a great help

if I could talk to you...



about the men from time to time.



That's all.



Shoes, sir.



The men need shoes.



I know. I've been after

the quartermaster for some time.



Now, sir. Now.



The boy was off trying to find hisself

some shoes, Colonel.



He wants to fight...



same as the rest of us.



More, even.



All of the men, like this?



Yes, sir. Most of them.



Good afternoon, Colonel.



Change your mind about that bottle?



I want     pair of shoes

and      pair of socks...



and anything else

you've been holding out on us.



- You piece of rat fiIth.

- I'd love to help you.



- But we just don't have any.

- Not for niggers, you don't.



- Not for anybody.

- I see. Pity.



I'lI just look and see

that you haven't misplaced them.



Son of a bitch!



- Damn it! You can't--

- Can't I?



I'm a colonel, nasty little cuss.



You really think you can keep

    Union soldiers...



without proper shoes

because you think it's funny?



Where would that power come from?



All right. Calm down.



Look, have a drink.



Hey, you barefoot men!



Get over here!






Have a pair.



Here's a pair there.

One pair of shoes here.



Here's another pair.

One pair per customer.



Steward, is there anything you need?



- No, sir.

- Keep me informed.



Yes, sir. I will.



Shoulder arms!






From the War Department.



Can anything be done?



- They've got families.

- I know.



We'll protest this

through channels later on.



- Attention, battalion.

- Yes, sir.



Attention, battalion!



You men enIisted in this regiment...



on the understanding...



that you would be paid

the regular army wage...



ot $   a month.



This morning I have been notified...



that since you are a colored regiment,

you will be paid $   a month.



That ain't fair.

They said   .



Regiment, fall out

by company to receive pay.



- Where you going, boy?

- To get paid.



Ten dollar a lot of money.



Hey, pop, you fitting to lay down

for this too?



Fall in!



Hey. Come on.

Where's your pride, now?



Make your mark right here.



I can write my name.



- Then do it.

- They gonna give us but ten?



You gonna go for that?



A coIored soldier stop a bullet

just as good as a white one!



And for less money too!



Yeah! Uncle Abe got hisself

a real bargain here!



- What you say, boy?

- That's right, slaves!



Make your mark.

Get your slave wages!



All you good colored boys,

sign up.



That's right. Tear it up!



Tear it up!



If you men will take no pay...



then none of us will.



Let's hear it for the colonel!



Attention, battalion!



Eyes right!



Eyes front!









Man, I forgot how hot

it was down here.



Welcome home, boy.



Don't worry about it, buck.

Take a good look.



lt's all a memory

now that the North man come.



Now that we come.



Colonel Shaw?



Edward Pierce, special assignment

from Harper's Weekly.



- Harper's Weekly?

- Serving an entire nation.



A million loyal readers want to know

what happens when the   th sees action.



A million and one.



Well, you'll want to see this.



Attention, company!



- Rawlins, front and center.

- Sir!



Mr. Rawlins, this regiment

was formed with the promise...



that only white ofticers

would be commissioned to lead it.



Nothing was mentioned, however,

about noncommissioned officers.



Therefore, in recognition of initiative

taken not only for yourself...



but on behalf

of the entire regiment...



you are hereby awarded the rank

of sergeant major.






- Thank you, sir.

- Hip, hip, hooray!






I ain't sure

I'm wanting this, Colonel.



I know exactly how you feeI.



Mama, they're coming home!

They're coming home!



That's right. Ain't no dream.



We run away slaves,

but we come back fightin' men.



Go tell your foIks how kingdom come

in the year of jubilee!



Left! Up tight up there!



- Who are these ragamuffin?

- Contrabands right out of the fields.



- Hey. Hey, old man, where from?

- Massachusetts.



Oona march better than we.

Oona march like the buckra soldier.



- I beg your pardon?

- He says we march like white soldiers.



Even talk like the buckra soldier.



- Where you from?

- Oh, round about here.



We were slaves in the field when

the Yankee man come. Say we soldiers.



How you like the army, contraband?



We love it.

We thank the Lord every day...



for the good vittles

and these beautiful clothes.



Tell true, old man.

This year, every day like Christmas.



- Like what?

- Like Christmas.



My country, 'tis of thee



Sweet land of liberty



Of thee I sing



Land where my father died



Land of the pilgrims' pride



From every mountainside



Let freedom ring






They've been working for weeks

in anticipation ot your arrival.



We're all very excited

to have you here, Shaw.



- Thank you, sir.

- Lincoln's idea.



Hired a group ot New Englanders to teach

our colored how to read and write.



Just your sort of people,

I should think.



Your regiment should enjoy

their stay here.



Yes, I'm sure we'll have a fine time,

but that's not why we're here.



Yes, well, can't promise you

much action.



Just having the coloreds around seems to

have scared the bejesus out of the Rebs.



- Colonel Shaw?

- Excuse me.



I'd like you to meet

some of our instructors.



Dr. Thorpe of Salem.



- lt's my pleasure, Colonel Shaw.

- A pleasure.



Dr. Rogers ot Philadelphia.



- I know and admire your parents.

- You do, sir? Why, thank you, sir.



Shaw, meet Colonel Montgomery.



He's your brigade commander.



- Colonel.

- Honored, sir.



Colonel Montgomery's

a real jayhawker from Kansas.



Contraband regiment

is his brainchild.



You didn't think yours were the only

coIoreds around, did you, Colonel?



I did actually.



Well, I'm sure they'll do just fine.

Have they seen any mischief?



No, sir.



I'm hiking a company over

to the Georgia coast in the morning.



We'll be foraging for supplies.

I could use a hand.



That is, if you think

your men are up to it.



- They are indeed, sir.

- Good. Very good.



- A pleasure.

- Good night.



Beg to report, Colonel, sir.



The troop is fed

and bedded down for the night, sir.



Very good, Corporal.

Pass the word along to "A" Company.



We'll be going into action

in the morning.



Very good, sir.



Your men march handsomely, Colonel.

My compliments.



Thank you, sir.



I am surprised at how well

you handle them.



See, I am from Kentucky originally.



We owned a few ourselves,

so it comes naturally to me.



- You are from Boston, are you not?

- Yes.



It is impossible

to imagine Boston with slaves.



Company, halt!



- Halt!

- Shoulder arms!



Town's clean, sir.

Ain't no Rebs here, just some women.



Well, alI right!

You hear that, boys?



Let's clear her out!



What are you doing?



Liberating this town

in the name of the Republic.



The musket, Massa Colonel?

Never shoot it. Shoot now?



Yeah, I don't see why not.

Go ahead.



Shoot the lady, boys!



Don't shoot!

We ain't Secess' here!



That man is a civilian.



That man is Secess',

and Secess' is all the same, son.



Look around. You really think anybody's

gonna put these boys into real combat?



Do you?



They're little children, for God's sake.

They're little monkey children.



You just gotta know

how to control them.



Please, let go! Oh, God!



You see what I mean?




- Animal! Leave her aIone!

- Hey, boy!



Take your hands off the white lady!



That would not have been necessary

if that Secess' woman hadn't started it.



They'll never learn.



Secess' has got to be

swept away by the hand ot God...



like the Jews of old.



And now I'll have to burn this town.



Nigger soldiers! Nigger soldiers!



TeIl your men to set torches

and prepare to fire the buildings.



I will not.



That is an order.



You will do it or face charges

for disobeying your superior officer.



It is an immoral order, and by articles

of war I am not bound to obey it.



Well, you can just explain that

at your court-martial...



after your men

are placed under my command.



First squad, second platoon.



Fall out to set torches.

Prepare to fire the town.



First squad, second platoon!

Fall out!



Right face!



Forward march!



The colors, Sergeant Major.



Change the colors.



What you lookin' at,

biscuit eaters?



You think you better than me?

You think you my judge?



You ain't nothin'!



"Dear Father. I need your help.



Despite my many requests,

it has become clear...



that we are to be

used only for manual labor.



Morale is low.



The men 's good humor

darkened by idleness and despair.



Why keep drilling if they're never given

the opportunity to prove themselves?"






"l have written to Governor Andrew...



as well as to

the General Staff in Washington.



But I feel that only a letter

directly from you to Lincoln himself...



can have the desired effect.



I can think of no other course.



I am sure you both pray,

as I do...



that all this

has not been in vain. "



Look like we're goin' the wrong way.



Hey. Hey, come on now.

Buck up, boys!



Hey, buck up now! Come on!



Someday they're gonna

let the   th get into it, see?



And all your troubles

would be over, huh?



Come on now. Cheer up! Hey!



- What'd you say, boy?

- "Boy"?



- Let me tell you--

- Shut up, Trip--



Would you get up off me, snowflake?



See, let me explain

something to you.



The way I figure, l figure this war

would be over a whole lot sooner...



if you boys just turn right on around

and head on back down that way...



and you let us head on up there

where the real tightin' is.



Them men dyin' up that road.



It wouldn't be nothin' but Rebs dying,

if they let the   th in it.



- Listen--

- Hold it!



As you were, Trip! As you were!



You men move on.



Stripes on a nigger.

That's like tits on a bull.



You're lookin' at a higher rank,

Corporal. You'll obey and like it.



- Make me.

- I'll make you.



- What the helI is goin' on here?

- Attention!



You! Yes, you. What's your name?

I'm putting you up on charges.



- Ain't no cause tor that, sir.

- What's that, Sergeant?



It's just a soldiers' fight, sir.



- All right. You men move along.

- Front step! Forward! March!



Move it!



You men get back to work.

Back to work! Let's go!



- We'll see you again.

- Go dig a latrine.



Go strum a banjo, boy.



Come on.



I've got the guard.

Let me use your looking glass.



Thank you.



Yeah, button up that collar.



Suck in that gut.



Tuck in them big black lips.



Lighten your skin.

Shrink up that nose.



I don't have to listen to this.



Where you goin', boy?



- Let me by.

- Let you by?



Let you by?



Let me tell you something, boy.



You can march like the white man.

You can talk like 'em.



You can learn his songs.

You can even wear his suits.



But you ain't never

gonna be nothin' to him...



but an ugly-ass chimp

in a blue suit.



- Oh, you don't like that, do you?

- No.



What we gonna do about it?

Want to fight me, boy?



Huh? What you gonna

do about it?



You want to fight me, don't you?

Don't you?



- Come on, nig.

- All right! All right!



Get your hands off me,




Goddamn it. Does the whole world

gotta stomp in your face?



- Nigger, get your hands off me.

- Ain't no niggers here.



So the white man give you

a couple ot stripes...



next thing you know, you hollerin'

and orderin' everybody around...



like you the massa himself.



Nigger, you ain't nothin'

but the white man's dog.



And what are you?



So full ot hate

you wanna fight everybody...



'cause you've been whipped

and chased by hounds.



That might not be livin',

but it sure ain't dyin'.



And dying's what these white boys

been doin' for goin' on three years now.



Dyin' by the thousands.

Dyin' for you, fool!



I know, 'cause l dug the graves.



And all the time I'm diggin',

I'm asking myselt, "When?"



When, O Lord,

is it gonna be our time?"



Time's comin' when

we're gonna have to ante up.



Ante up and kick in like men.

Like men!



You watch who you call a nigger.



If there's any niggers around here,

it's you.



Smart-mouth, stupid-ass,

swamp-running nigger.



If you ain't careful,

that's all you ever gonna be.



You men go on back to business.



Ah, Shaw.



Sit down.



Well, Colonel,

what can I do for you?



You can give me and my regiment

a transfer to combat command.



Couldn't do it, Colonel.



You're much too valuable

to my operations here.



May I sit?



Thank you. Major.



I've written a letter

to my father...



asking him to press Governor Andrew

and President Lincoln.



But I don't have to wait

for all that, do l?



Colonel Montgomery, would you

bring that ashtray over here?



But valuable to your operations here,

do you say?



Your foraging,

your depredations?



Yes, "ve become quite a student

of your operations in this region.



Thirty-four mansions,

I think it was, pillaged and burned...



under Colonel Montgomery's expedition

of the Combahee.



Four thousand bales of cotton

smuggled through the lines...



with payment to parties unknown...



except by you.



False quartermaster requisitions.

Major Forbes here has seen the copies.



Yes, indeed.



Along with confiscated valuables

shipped north as personal baggage.



Shall I go on?



Can you?



I can report you

to the War Department.



Oh, yes. I can do that.



Let you take your regiment

out to fight?



That's what you want, isn't it?

Show what they can do.



- When?

- You are bright-eyed, aren't you?






Just as soon as

I can write the orders.









All right, company, in a line.




All right, men, form a firing line.

Over here.



Form a firing line right here!



Front rank, kneel!



Steady, boys!



Firing by battalion!












Cease fire! Recover!



Here they come!



- Reload!

- Reload! Load!



- Load it! Load it!

- Quickly, men!



- Ready!

- Ready!



- Aim!

- Aim!



Get ready. Get ready!






- Reload!

- Reload!






- Fire at will!

- Fire at will!



Pour it in!






Look out, boy! Look out!






They're turnin' tail!



Run, you Rebs!



Deploy skirmishers, Captain.



Re-form your ranks!

Re-form your ranks!



Fall in! On the double!



- Form Company.

- Thomas!



How do, CoIonel?



Hurts, doesn't it?



Well, I'm extremely jealous.



You'll be back in Boston before me,

sitting by the fire...



reading Hawthorne,

cup of decent coffee.



I'm not going back.



Thomas, listen to me.

You're shot. You have to go back.



Robert, promise me...



that you won't send me back.



Promise me!



All right. All right.



Colonel Shaw!



- What is all this?

- You haven't heard?



Lee was turned back in Pennsylvania

at Gettysburg...



now Grant's taken Vicksburg,

and alI on the Fourth of July.



- My God!

- Yeah!



It looks like it'll all be over

by Christmas.



- So, how did they do?

- SpIendid. Just splendid.



- Any casualties?

- Forty-two.



Give me the details.

I'll wire it in.



I don't think we got

a prayer ot making the paper.



I'll talk to you later

in your tent.



As you were.



- Trip, isn't it?

- Yes, sir.



You fought very well

yesterday, Trip.



Sergeant Rawlins has recommended

that you receive a commendation.



Yes, sir?



Yes, and I think you should bear

the regimental colors.






lt's considered quite an honor.



Why not?



Well, I'm...



wantin' to say somethin', sir,

but l--



Go ahead.



AIl right. See--



I ain't fightin' this war

for you, sir.



I see.



I mean, what's the point?



Ain't nobody gonna win.

lt's just gonna go on and on.



- It can't go on forever.

- But ain't nobody gonna win.



Somebody's gonna win.






I mean, you get to go on back

to Boston to a big house and all that.



What about us?

What do we get?



Well, you won't get anything

if we lose.



What do you want to do?



I don't know, sir.



It stinks, I suppose.



Yeah, it stinks bad.



And we all covered up in it.

Ain't nobody clean.



Be nice to get clean though.



How do we do that?



We ante up and kick in, sir.



But I still don't

wanna carry your flag.



No one will ever take Charleston

without first...



silencing the forts

which protect its harbor.



And the first one that must

be taken is that, Fort Wagner.



Wagner mounts a ten-inch Columbiad...



three smoothbore   -pounders...



a   -pound Carronade...



a   -inch Coast Mortar

and tour   -pound Howitzers...



plus a garrison

of about a thousand men.



As many ot you gentlemen

may be aware...



for the last four days

our navy has weakened Wagner...



with a constant barrage.



Headquarters has determined a time

for our attack.



We will proceed with a direct

frontal assault tomorrow at dusk.



The problem, gentlemen,

is the approach.



The ocean and the marsh

leave only a narrow strip of sand...



a natural defile, through which we can

only send one regiment at a time.



Our best hope is that that leading

regiment can keep the Rebs occupied...



long enough for reinforcements

to exploit the breach.



Needless to say, casualties

in the leading regiment may be extreme.



General Strong.



The   th Massachusetts...



requests the honor ot leading

the attack on Fort Wagner.



lt's Colonel Shaw, isn't it?



Yes, sir.



You and your men

haven't slept tor two days.



That's right, sir.



And you think they have the strength

to lead this charge?



There's more to fighting

than rest, sir.



There's character.



There's strength ot heart.



You should have seen us

in action two days ago.



We were a sight to see.



We'll be ready, sir.



When do you want us?



O Lord, O Lord



Lord, Lord, Lord



He packed in the animals

two by two



An ox, a camel and a kangaroo



Packed them in that ark so tight



I couldn't get no sleep that night



Grown-up sons

Shem and Ham



Tell me about God's master plan



O my Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord



- Tomorrow we goin' to battle.

- All right.



So, Lordy, let me fight

with the rifle in one hand...



and the Good Book in the other.



- Yeah!

- Amen!



That if I should die

at the muzzle of the rifle...



die on water or on land...



I may know that You,

blessed Jesus Almighty, are with me.



With Jesus!



And I have no fear. Amen.



O my Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord



Lord, we stand before You

this evenin'...



to say thank you.



We thank You, Father,

for Your grace...



and Your many blessings.



Now, I run off...



and left all my young'uns

and my kinfolk in bondage.



So I'm standing here this evening,

Heavenly Father...



to ask Your blessings

on all of us...



so that if tomorrow

is our great getting-up mornin'...



if tomorrow we have to meet

the Judgment Day...



O Heavenly Father,

we want You to let our foIks know...



that we died tacin' the enemy.



We want 'em to know

that we went down standin' up--



Yes, Lord!



among those that are fightin'

against our oppression!



We want 'em to know, Heavenly Father,

that we died for freedom.



We ask these blessings

in Jesus' name. Amen!



- Trip! Come on!

- No, I ain't--



You better get

your butt up there, boy.



Just say what you think.

Just say what you teel. Go on now.



- Come on.

- Preach it, brother.



Go on. Let it out.



I ain't much

about no prayin' now.



I ain't never had no family and...



killed off my mama.



This feels funny.



- Come on.

- lt's all right.



Come on now.

You're doin' fine.



Well, I just--



You know, y'all's-- y'all's--



Y'all's the onliest family I got.



WeIl, that's aIl right.



And, uh--



- I love the   th.

- All right.



Ain't much matter what happens tomorrow,

'cause we men, ain't we?



- Yes, sir!

- Amen!



- We men, ain't we?

- Yes, sir!






All right.



- Attention, company!

- Attention, company!



Battalion, halt!



We ready, CoIonel.



Left! Left! Left, right!



- Give 'em hell,   th!

- Give 'em hell,   th!



- Ready! Fire!

- Ready! Fire!



- Ought to be quite a show, Pierce.

- Best seat in the house.



I wonder if you might

do something for me.



I have some letters here.

Personal things.



Certainly, Colonel.



Also, if I should fall...



remember what you see here.



- Ready!

- Fire!



- Reload!

- Fire!



You men are relieved!

Report to the rear as stretcher bearers.



- Do it now!

- About-face!



Forward! March!



You go on, honey.

We be by directly.



Colonel Shaw!



If this man should fall...



who will lift the flag

and carry on?



I will.






I'll see you in the fort, Thomas.



- Fix!

- Fix!






- Shoulder!

- Shoulder!






- Charge!

- Charge!






At the quickstep!









Double-quick time!






Steady, boys!









Come on!



Forward! Forward!



Keep your ranks!



Take cover in the dunes!



Take cover!



Company commanders, we'll wait here

and advance under cover of darkness.



Get down over there!

Get down!



Company commanders!

Order your men to wait here!



Get down!



- Sergeant Rawlins!

- Sir!



Pass the word along!

Forward on my command!



Forward on my command!



- Ready on the colors, men!

- Forward on my command! Ready!



- Charge!

- Charge!



Forward, men! Forward!



- Forward!

- Charge!



Forward! Forward, men!



Come on, men! Forward!



Come on, you men!

Don't stop! Get up there!



Come on!



Come on,   th!






Come on!






My eye!






Form a firing line here!



Get outta here!






Let's go! Move! Move!






Come on! Come on!




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