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Get up.

l said, get up!

N*gger forgot to duck, that's all.

Sergeant, deal with that man.

l can tell you're very smart, son.

The only thing you have to learn to do

is to keep your mouth shut.

Save it, son.

Save it.

Carry on, Sergeant Mulcahy.

l'd like to speak to you

for a moment in private...

...if l may?

Enlisted men wishing to speak

to their commanding officer...

...must first get permission.

You understand, private?

Yes...

...sir.

My, my!

Some things never change.

l guess the whole world

hate the n*gger.

Boy, 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 n*gger-beating swell.

But he in the same boat with us.

Secesh come,

take him, kill him too.

Not him. He a swell.

He's just a boy.

He a weak, white boy...

...and beating on a n*gger

make him feel strong.

Ain't that right, snowflake?

You know, he ain't never been

to no West Point.

The only reason he in charge

is because 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, n*gger?

You in the real school now, though.

Ain't you?

What you gonna do, cry?

He sure enough learning now, ain't he?

Sh*t!

l know a man say there's a farm

two, three miles from here.

Said the lady over there

give him biscuits and gravy.

She said if he bring his friends,

she'll feed them too.

Don't even think about it.

What you say, boy?

Biscuits and gravy sound good.

Maybe get some real shoes.

l'm telling you, boy. They find out,

they liable to shoot you.

N*gger, is you an old man

or is you an old woman? l forget.

All right.

Collard greens.

Corn bread.

Come on, dream...

...l'm waiting on you.

Dear Mother:
News today of the defeat

at Fredericksburg.

If things continue to go badly...

...I wonder if I 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 I were a man of real

strength, I might do a great deal.

But I am afraid I shall show

that I am 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.

l just wanted to say...

l wanted to say...

Merry Christmas, Robert.

Merry Christmas, Thomas.

You're Shaw, aren't you?

Merry Christmas.

Kendrick.

Division quartermaster.

And this sorry piece of work is Haggis.

He writes vouchers.

- Pleasure.

- Pleasure.

- How's it going down there?

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