The Beguiled Page #2

That's where the poor

devils are headed.

How many young ladies are here?

We have six students and a teacher.

I sure wouldn't advertise

it if I were you.

Oh, you mean on the sign?

A lot of Yanks are separated

from their units.

They're roaming the woods

and they're desperate.

You think Miss Martha is gonna

tell them about Mr. McB?

Course she'll tell them.

That's why she went out there.

So, take care, ma'am.

- Captain! Captain...

- Yes, ma'am?

Our prayers go with you.

Thank you, ma'am. Forward!

They're going on.

What name do you go by?

Hallie.

Well, you can call me McB.

Yank'll do fine.

You and I ought to

be friends, Hallie.

How do you figure that?

Well, we're both kind of

prisoners here, aren't we?

We're different, Mr. Yank.

I can run.

I love you, Mr. Crow...

but until your wing's mended,

it's for your own good.

You can lower it now.

I couldn't have operated

the school without you.

I'm very grateful to you.

I'm the one to be grateful.

You've given me the only

home I have, Miss Martha.

Even after the war is over, it'll

still be difficult for years to come.

I'll have to devote myself

to running the farm.

I'd like you to concentrate on

building the school up again.

You've become very

dear to me, Edwina.

And I'm prepared to

make you a partner.

And provide in my will that

you'll inherit full ownership.

Miss Martha.

That's unbelievably generous.

I don't know what to say.

Well, there's not an ounce

of generosity in it.

I need somebody capable

and responsible.

You're my guarantee that the school

will continue to bear my name

and maintain my standards.

I don't know what to...

That's wonderful.

You know, you should pray

for the North to win.

Why?

Well, you don't like

being a slave do you?

No. Do you?

Me?

I'm nobody's slave.

You mean you just went out

and got yourself shot up

because you like being shot up?

Sometimes a man's got to do things

he doesn't particularly like.

Not if you're free you don't.

And you white folks ain't killing each

other because you care about us n*ggers.

White man's the same

everywhere in this world.

You should say that men are the same

everywhere, no matter what color.

Same as a beautiful...

What's going on?

Sound like maybe they're

making you a coffin.

How come you're not

turning our Yankee in?

In his condition he'd die

in that Fayette Prison.

This'll hold him till he's better.

I could probably kick those

shutters open even with my bad leg.

Perhaps, Corporal, but

not without being heard.

Girls.

- Good night.

- Back to your beds, instantly.

At least it gives

her an opportunity

to learn what a man's

body feels like.

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