Glory Page #2
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- Year:
- 1989
- 122 min
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Wait, that's my space, n*gger.
l sleeps better close up on that door.
lf you don't mind, l'd prefer a space
with more sufficient reading light.
l like it when n*ggers talk
good as white folk.
lt would be my pleasure.
Hey, look here, snowflake,
l ain't learning from no house n*gger.
l am a free man,
Oh, you free?
Move your free black ass
out my space...
- ...before l-
- Hey, hold up-
Nobody talking to you, pap.
lt's all right.
l'll be fine over here.
Excuse me.
Wonder when they gonna
give us the blue suit?
They ain't giving black soldiers
blue suits, only white soldiers.
Well, we soldiers now.
Where you from, field hand?
South Carolina.
You ought to know
better than that, boy.
Hey, would you quit that-?
Hey, boy, quit that drumming.
What's your name, boy?
- l 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?
Here, come over here, hon.
Dummies and field hands.
Ain't that about a b*tch!
What about you there, boy?
Where abouts you from?
Yeah, l'm from around Tennessee.
l ran away when l was 12.
l run for President.
l didn't win though.
Major?
Forbes, that's you.
Thomas.
How are you?
- You know Charlie Morse.
- Thomas Searles.
Captain.
So how was your meal?
The rmoulade was a trifle tart...
...but the souffl more
than made up for it.
And your comrades?
Charming. Extraordinary
conversationalists, every one.
Major Forbes.
A word, please.
Excuse me, Thomas.
l won't permit
that kind of fraternization.
But it's only Thomas.
He's an enlisted man.
You're right, of course.
l've sent for help.
These men need a proper teacher.
For God's sake, men,
you march like crippled old goats.
Christ! We'll be here day and night
until it's right.
A one, one.
Company, halt.
About face.
You are ugly Mexican-
African f***ing whores!
We'll work on this
day and night, gentlemen.
Forward at the half step, march!
One!
You half-wit black bastard.
Do they cut your balls off at birth?
l'm gonna work on you, bastard,
until l get you broken in.
Company, halt!
For God's sake!
Do you not know right from left?
No, sir.
How many here
do not know right from left?
Jesus, have pity!
This is your front.
This is your rear.
This is your right and this-
Now you're learning, boyo.
Company, forward march.
A one, one, one.
- Two.
- One, two, one, two...
You bloody Hindus!
Get it right.
Stop.
Start it again.
ln each rank.
Go.
Left, left,
left, right, left.
Quite louder, march!
Left, l-
Get your goddamn hands
out of your pocket, soldier!
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