Gone With The Wind

Gone With The Wind
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Introduction

Gone With the Wind, an all-time best-seller by Margaret Mitchell, is a legendary recollection of the last brilliance of the Old South. The writer's debut novel was an instant success. And the story has been bestowed an even further reaching popularity since Vivian Leigh presented a vivid translation to the screen of Katie Scarlett O'Hara, a southern belle raised in her father's white-pillared plantation Tara. A climax of Hollywood, from Director Victor Fleming for MGM, Gone with the Wind is more than a vicissitude, it is also an old, lost culture revisited. It is Old South, which today is no more than a dream remembered. People were once there, living with the high strong slaves' songs in the quarters, in security, peace and eternity. Here, Scarlett spends her young maiden years. She is well disciplined by her mother, but her blazing green eyes always betray her covert capricious self; the one who enjoys parties and the surrounding of beaus. She dreams to marry the noble Ashley Wilkes. The impending war shatters the golden peace of the South, and leaves many lives permanently changed. Plantations, treasures, and honor are ruined. Scarlett is made a most peculiar widow by the war, and then compelled into a second marriage in continuation of her struggle for the salvation of Tara. And her third marriage to Rhett Butler is also jeopardized because of her secret, stubborn ardency for Ashley. In the end of the movie, Scarlett is left only with her Tara, a plantation which symbolizes the culture of the Old South, a place where she could ever gather her strength.

Chapter 1 Scarlett's Jealousy

(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 any day now so we would have left college anyhow.

STEW: Oh, 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: Ah, buddy, 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? BRENT: Wait a minute, Scarlett...

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, there's first Brent, then me, then Brent, then me again, then Saul. Promise?

SCARLETT: I' 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 no secret about her. BRENT: Well, anyway we heard...

STEW: That is, they say.. BRENT: Ashley Wilkes is going to marry her.

STEW: You know the Wilkes always marry their cousins. BRENT: Now do we get those waltzes?

SCARLETT: Of course. BRENT: Yahoo!

SCARLETT: It can't be true...Ashley loves me.

STEW: Scarlett!

(Scarlett couldn't accept the fact of Ashley's marriage, she rushes to

find her father. 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: Paw? How proud of yourself you are!

Mr. O'HARA: Well, it is 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, Paw, you know I'm no 'tattle 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 Wilkes? 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, Paw.

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 what are you after? 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: Do you mean to toll me Katie Scarlett O'Hara

that Tara, 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, Paw, 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.

(Next day, the O’Hara’s 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. 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.

Oh, why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you.

CHARLES HAMILTON: 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 because I'm mighty jealous.

CHARLES HAMILTON: 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.

Chapter 2

Scarlett Meeting

Butler

(Noon time, the gentlemen are gathering in the down stair 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 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 ourselves 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: 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?

RHETT 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, coalmines... and a fleet to bottle up

our harbors 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...! I 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.

Chapter 3

Scarlett Marrying

Charles

(Outside, there's chaos. Gentlemen, including Ashley, are

leaving for the call of war.)

CHARLES: Miss 0' Hara! Miss 0' 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?

(The day after Melanie and Ashley's wedding, Scarlett

marries Charles Hamilton.)

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: Don't cry darling. The war will be over in a

few weeks and I'll be coming back to you.

Chapter 4 Scarlett's

Second Contact with

Butler

( Charles died at the front, but Scarlett is not at all sad. She goes to

the donation party with Melanie, wearing black.)

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 oath wisp of the

bounding main, none other than our friend from Charleston, Captain

Rhett Butler!







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.

MAN: Melanie.-.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?

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 May belle 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. (Flame in Scarlett's eyes.)

SCARLETT: Oh, yes, I will.

(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 Hamilton’s. Rhett pays a visit to Scarlett and brings

her a bonnet from Paris.)

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.

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.

Chapter 5 Scarlett

Taking Care of

Melanie

(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.)

Priest: With the Lord as my shepherd I shall not want.

He make oath me to lie down in green pastures. With the

sword at my soul. He lea death me in the paths of

"righteousness for his namesake. Yea, though I walked

through the valley at the shadow of death, I will fear no

evil. For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they

comfort me.

VOICE: 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. 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, ride me to where Aunt Pitty is, please.

RHETT: Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it. Whoah, whoah. That's just

another one of General Sherman’s 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's 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.

(The Hamilton’s. Scarlett is packing, preparing for

leaving.)

DR. MEADE: 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 Pitti fett.

Scarlett's staying.

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!

(Later, Prissy comes back alone. Scarlett has to find the

doctor 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, lawdsy, Miss Scarlett!

SCARLETT: What is it?

PRISSY: Lawdsy, 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.

SCARLETT: Go! 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!

Chapter

6 Back to Tara

(Panic hit the city with the first of Sherman 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. Melanie

gives birth to a child with the help of Scarlett. Now Scarlett

sends Prissy for Rhett Butler, she's getting ready to leave.)

RHETT: Whoah, whoah.

SCARLETT: Rhett, is that you, Rhett?

PRISSY: He's here, Miss Scarlett, he's here!

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, I knew you'd come.

RHETT: Good evening. Nice weather we're having. Prissy

tells me you're planning on...

SCARLETT: If you make any jokes now, I'll kill you!

RHETT: Don't tell me you're frightened.

SCARLETT: I'm scared to death, and if you had the sense

of a goat you'd be scared, too! Oh, the Yankees!

RHETT: No, not yet, that's what's left by our army blowing





up the ammunition, so the Yankees won't get it.

SCARLETT: We've got to get out of here.

RHETT: At your service, Madame. Just where were you

figuring on going?

SCARLETT: Home, to Tara.

RHETT: Tara? Don't you know that they've been fighting

all day around Tara? Do you think you can parade right

through the Yankee army with a sick woman, a baby and

simply minded darkie? Or do you intend leaving them

behind.

SCARLETT: They're going with me and I'm going home

and you can't stop me!

RHETT: Don't you know it's dangerous jouncing Mrs.

Wilkes over miles of open country?

SCARLETT: I want my mother! I want to go home to Tara!

RHETT: Tara's probably been burned to the ground. The

woods are full of ^stragglers from both armies, the least

thing they'll do is take the horse away from you. And even

though it isn't much of an animal, I did have a lot of trouble

stealing it.

SCARLETT: I'm going home if I have to walk every step

of the way! I'll kill you if you try to stop me, I will! I will!

I will! I will!

RHETT: It's all right, darling, it's all right. Now you shall

go home. I guess anybody who did what you've done today

can take care of Sherman. Stop crying. Now blow your

nose like a good little girl...there...



SCARLETT: Prissy, what are you doing? PRISSY: I'm packing,

Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Well, stop it. Come and get the baby PRISSY: Yes.

SCARLETT: Melanie, Melanie...

RHETT: Mrs. Wilkes. We're taking you to Tara.

MELANIE: Tara...

SCARLETT: It's the only way, Melanie.

MELANIE: No...

SCARLETT: Sherman will bum the house over our heads if we stay.

It's all right, Melanie, it's all right.

MELANIE: There, there.... little baby..

RHETT: Have you the strength to put your arms around my neck?

MELANIE: I think so.

RHETT: Never mind.

MELANIE: Oh, Ashley.. Charles!

RHETT: What is it? What does she want?

SCARLETT: Ashley's picture and Charles' sword, she wants us to

bring them.

RHETT: Get them.

(They venture all the way. At last they are pretty near Tara. Rhett

suddenly stops.)

SCARLETT: Why did you stop?

RHETT: This is the turn to Tara. I let the horse breathe a bit. Mrs.

Wilkes...

PRISSY: Miss Melanie done fainted way back. Captain Butler.

RHETT: She's probably better off. She couldn't stand the

pain if she were conscious. Scarlett, are you still determined to do

this crazy thing?

SCAELETT: Oh, yes, yes, I know we can get

through it, I'm sure we can.

RHETT: Not we, my dear, you. I'm leaving you here.

SCARLETT: You're what? Rhett, where are you going?

RHETT: I'm going, my dear, to join the army.

SCARLETT: Oh, you're joking. I could kill you for scaring me so.

RHETT: I'm very serious, Scarlett. I'm going to join up with our

brave lads in gray.

SCARLETT: But they're running away.

RHETT: Oh, no, they'll turn and make a last stand, if I know

anything about them. And when they do, I'll be with them. I'm a little

late, but better late than...

SCARLETT: Rhett, you must be joking.

RHETT: Selfish to the end, aren't you? Thinking of your own

precious hide with never a thought for the noble cause.

SCARLETT: Rhett, how could you do this to me, and why should

you go now that, after it's all over and I need you, why? Why?

RHETT: Why? Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for

lost causes, once they're really lost. Or maybe, maybe I'm ashamed of

myself. Who knows?

SCARLETT: You should die of shame to leave me here alone and

helpless.

RHETT: You, helpless? Heaven help the Yankees if they

capture you. Now climb down here. I want to say goodbye.

SCARLETT: No.

RHETT: Climb down.

SCARLETT: Oh Rhett, please don't go. You can't leave me, please,

I'll never forgive you.

RHETT: I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or

forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at

myself for being an idiot. But there's one thing that I do know. And

that is I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly

world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad

lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the

eyes and call them by their right names.

SCARLETT: Don't hold me like that.

RHETT: Scarlett, look at me. I love you more than I've ever loved

any woman. And I've waited longer for you than I've ever waited for

any woman. (Butler is pressing his lips onto Scarlett's.)

SCARLETT: Let me alone!

RHETT: Here's a soldier of the South that loves you, Scarlett. Wants

to feel your arms around him, wants to carry the memory of your

kisses into battle with him. Never mind about loving me. You're a

woman who's sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory.

Scarlett, kiss me, kiss me, once.

SCARLETT: You're a low-down, cowardly, nasty thing, you! They

were right. Everybody was right, you, you aren't a gentleman.



RHETT: A minor point at such a moment. Here, if anyone

lays a hand on that nag, shoot him. But don't make a

mistake and shoot the nag.

SCARLETT: Oh, go on. I want you to go. I hope a

cannonball lands slap on you, I hope you're blown into a

million pieces, I...

RHETT: Never mind the rest, I follow your general idea.

And when I'm dead on the order of my country, I hope

your conscience heard you. Good-bye Scarlett.

(Scarlett drives on.)

SCARLETT: Melanie, Melanie, we're home! We're at

Tara! Hurry, move brute!

PRISSY: Oh, Miss Scarlett, he's dead!

SCARLETT: I can't see the house, is it there? I can't see

the house, have they burned it? It's all right, it's all right,

they haven't burned it. It's still there!

(Tara had survived, to face the hell and famine of defeat.)

SCARLETT: Mother! Mother, I'm home! Mother, I'm

home! Mother let me in, it's me, Scarlett. Oh, Paw, I'm

home, I'm home... I'm home.

Mr. O'HARA: Careful, careful

Scarlett...

SCARLETT: Mammy, mammy, I'm home.

MAMMIE: Oh, honey child...

SCARLETT: Mammy, I'm so, so....where's mother?

MAMMIE: Why...Miss Sue Ellen, Miss Careen, they

were sick with the typhoid. They had it bad, but they's

doing all right now. Just weak like little ^kittens.







SCARLETT: But, where's mother?

MAMMIE: Well, Miss Ellen, she went down to nurse that Emmy

Sladdly, that white trash. And she took down with it, too. Then last

night, she...

SCARLETT: Mother? Mother? Mother! (Scarlett walks into her

mother's room faintly. There, in dark and quietness, lies Mrs. O'Hara.

She's dead.) Mammy: Miss Scarlett honey...

SERVANT: If there's anything I can do, Miss Scarlett...

SCARLETT: What did you do with Miss Melanie?

MAMMIE: Don't you worry your pretty head about Miss Melanie,

child. I done slapped her in bed already along with the baby.

SCARLETT: You better put that cow I brought into the barn, Paul.

SERVANT: there ain’t no barn.

MAMMIE: Don't you worry your pretty head about Miss Melanie,

child. I done slapped her in bed already along with the baby.

SCARLETT: You better put that cow I brought into the barn, Paul.

SERVANT: there ain’t a barn any more, Miss Scarlett. The Yankees

done burned it to firewood.

MAMMIE: They used the house for their headquarters Miss Scarlett.

SERVANT: They camped all around the place.

SCARLETT: Yankees in Tara?

MAMMIE: Yes'm. And they stole almost everything they didn't burn.

All the clothes, and all the rugs, and even

Miss Ellen's rosaries.

SCARLETT: I'm starving, Paul. Get me something to eat.

MAMMIE: there ain’t anything to eat honey. They took it all.

SCARLETT: All the chickens, everything?

SERVANT: They took them the first day. And what they didn't eat

they carried off across their saddles.

SCARLETT: Don't tell me any more about what they did. (Scarlett

goes into the room, finding her father in solitude.)

SCARLETT: What's this , Paw? Whisky?

Mr. O'HARA: Yes daughter. Katie Scarlett, that's enough. Your not

knowing spirits, you'll make yourself '''tipsy.

SCARLETT: I hope it makes me drunk. I'd like to be drunk. Oh,

Paw...what are those papers?

Mr. O'HARA: Bonds. They're all we've saved. All we have left.

Bonds.

SCARLETT: But what kind of bonds, Paw?

Mr. O'HARA: Why, Confederate bonds of course, darling.

SCARLETT: Confederate bonds. What good are they to anybody?

Mr. O'HARA: I'll not have you talking like that, Katie Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, what are we going to do with no money

and, ...and nothing to eat?

Mr. O'HARA: We must ask your mother. That's it. We must ask Mrs.

O'Hara.

SCARLETT: Ask Mother?





Mr. O'HARA: Yes. Mrs. O'Hara will know what's to be

done. Now don't be bothering me. Go out for a ride. I'm

busy.

SCARLETT: Oh, Paw. Don't worry about anything. It is

God's hope. You needn't worry.

(Scarlett leaves the room, closing the door behind her.)

MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett? What are we going to do with

nothing to feed them sick folks and that child?

SCARLETT: I don't know Mammy. I don't know.

MAMMIE: we ain’t got anything but radishes in the garden.

PRISSY: Miss Scarlett, Miss Sue Ellen and Miss Corrine,

They's fusion to be sponged off.

SCARLETT: Where are the other servants Mammie?

MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett, there's only just me and Paul

left. The others moved off during the war and ran away.

PRISSY: I can't take care of that baby and sick folks too.

I've only got two hands.

SERVANT: Who's going to milk that cow, Miss Scarlett?

We's house workers.

(Exhausted and hungry as Scarlett is, she goes out to the

open field, digging out the leftover radishes in the ground,

swallowing. )

SCARLETT: As God as my witness....as God as my witness

they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this

and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again. No, nor

any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill, as God

as my witness, I'll never be hungry again.

Chapter 7 Ashley

Back Home

(Home from their lost adventure came the lattered

Cavaliers. Grimly they came hobbling back to the

desolation that had once been a land of grace and plenty.

And with them came another invader, more cruel and

vicious than any they had fought, the Carpetbagger.)

SERVANT: Katie Scarlett! It's over! It's over! It's all over,

the war! We surrendered!

CORRINE: It's not possible.

SUE ELLEN: Why did we ever fight?

MELANIE: Ashely will be coming home.

SCARLETT: Yes, Ashely will be coming home. We'll plant

more cotton. Cotton ought to go sky-high next year.

MELANIE: Scarlett, what seems to be the trouble with

Mr. Kennedy?

SCARLETT: More trouble than he guesses. He's finally

asked for Sue Ellen's hand.

MELANIE: Oh, I'm so glad.

SCARLETT: It's a pity he can't marry her now. At least

be one less mouth to feed.

(Scarlett, Melanie and Mammie stand in front of the door.

A figure appears in the distance.)

SCARLETT: Oh another one. I hope this one isn't hungry.

MAMMIE: Oh, he'll be hungry

SCARLETT: I'll tell Prissy to get an extra plate.

(It\'s Ashley! Melanie opens her arms, running to him.)



MELANIE: Ashley! Ashley!

MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett! Don't spoil it. Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Turn me loose, you fool, turn me loose! It's

Ashley.

MAMMIE: He's her husband, Auntie.

(Several days passed. One day, a servant comes to

Scarlett.)

SERVANT: Miss Scarlett Ma'am...

SCARLETT: High time you got back. Did you get the horse

shod?

SERVANT: Yes'm, he shod all right. Miss Scarlett Ma'am.

SCARLETT: Fine thing when a horse can get shoes and

humans can't. Here stir the soup.

SERVANT: Miss Scarlett Ma'am, I've got to know how

much money have you got left? In gold.

SCARLETT: Ten dollars. Why?

SERVANT: That won't be enough.

SCARLETT: What in Heaven's name are you talking

about?

SERVANT: Well, Miss Scarlett, I see that old no-account

white trash, Wilkinson, that used to be Mister Jerry's

overseer here. He's a regular Yankee now, and he was

making a brag, that his carpetbagger friends done run

the taxes way up sky-high on Tara.

SCARLETT: How much more do we gotta pay?

SERVANT: I heard the tax man say three hundred dollars.

SCARLETT: Three hundred... Oh, my, just as well be three

million. Well, we gotta raise it, that's all.

SERVANT: Yes'm. How?







SCARLETT: I'll go ask Mr. Ashley.

SERVANT: Oh, he ain't got no three hundred dollars. Miss

Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Well, I can ask him if I want to, can't I?

SERVANT: Asking ain't getting.

(The Farm. Ashley is chopping wood.)

SCARLETT: Ashley...

ASHLEY: They say Abe Lincoln got his start splitting rails.

Just think what heights I may climb to once I get the

"knack.

SCARLETT: Ashley. The Yankees want three hundred

dollars more in taxes. What shall we do? Ashley, what's to

become of us?

ASHLEY: What do you think becomes of people when

their civilization breaks up? Those who have brains and

courage come through all right. Those who haven't are

winnowed out.

SCARLETT: For Heaven's sake Ashley Wilkes. Don't stand

there talking nonsense at me when it's us who are being

winnowed out.

ASHLEY: You're right, Scarlett. Here I am talking

tummy-rot about civilization, when your Tara's in danger.

You come to me for help and I have no help to give you.

Oh, Scarlett, I'm a coward.

SCARLETT: You, Ashley, a coward? What are you afraid

of?

ASHLEY: Oh, mostly of life becoming too real for me, I



suppose. Not that I mind splitting rails. But I do mind very much

losing the beauty of that, that life I loved. If the war hadn't come, I'd

have spent my life happily buried at Twelve Oaks. But the war did

come. I saw my boyhood friends blown to bits. I saw men crumple3

up in agony when I shot them. And now I find myself in a world

which for me is worse than death. A world in which there is no place

for me. Oh, I can never make you understand, because you don't know

the meaning of fear. You never mind facing realities. And you never

want to escape from them as I do.

SCARLETT: Escape? Oh, Ashley you're wrong. I do want to escape,

too. I'm so very tired of it all. I've struggled for food and for money

and I've weeded and hoed and picked cotton until I can't stand it

another minute. I tell you, Ashley, the South is dead, it's dead. The

Yankees and the carpetbaggers have got it and there's nothing left for

us. Oh, Ashley, let's run away. We'd go to Mexico. They want officers

in the Mexican army, we could be so happy there. Ashley I'd work for

you, I'd do anything for you. You know you don't love Melanie, you

told me you loved me that day at Twelve Oaks, and anyway, Melanie

can't...Dr. Meade told me she couldn't ever have any more children.

And I could give you...

ASHLEY: Can't we ever forget that day at Twelve Oaks?

SCARLETT: Just think I could ever forget it, have you forgotten it?

Can you honestly say you don't love me?

ASHLEY: No, I ...I don't love you.

SCARLETT: It's a lie.







ASHLEY: Even if it is a lie, do you think that I could go off and

leave Melanie and the baby? Break Melanie's heart? Scarlett, are you

mad? You couldn't leave your father and the girls.

SCARLETT: I could leave them, I'm sick of them, I'm tired of

them...

ASHLEY: Yes, you sick and tired, that's why you're talking this way.

You've carried the load for all of us. But from now on, I'm going to

be more help to you, I promise.

SCARLETT: There's only one way you can help me. Take me away.

There's nothing to keep us here.

ASHLEY: Nothing...nothing except honor. Please Scarlett, please

dear, you mustn't cry. Please, my brave dear, you mustn't...

SCARLETT: You do love me, you do love me...

ASHLEY: No don't, don't!

SCARLETT: You love me!

ASHLEY: We won't do this, I tell you, we won't do it. It won't

happen again, I'm going to take Melanie and the baby and go.

SCARLETT: Just say that you love me.

ASHLEY: All right, I'll say it. I love your courage and your

stubbornness. I love them so much that a moment ago I could have

forgotten the best wife a man ever had. But Scarlett, I'm not going to

forget her.

SCARLETT: Then there's nothing left for me. Nothing to fight for.

Nothing to live for.

ASHLEY: Yes, there is something. Something you love

better than me, though you may not know it, Tara. (Ashley puts into

Scarlett's hands some soil.)

SCARLETT: Yes, I...I still have this. You needn't go. I won't have

you all starve simply because I threw myself at your head. It won't

happen again.

Chapter 8

Raising of the Tax

(Wilkinson, Mr. O'Hara's ex-overseer, comes to Tara with his newly-

married wife. They intend to buy Tara, for they know the "turbulence

Tara now is in.)

SCARLETT: Why, Emmy Sladdly EMMY SLADDLY: Yes'm, it's

me.

SCARLETT: Stop!

WILKENSON: You haven't forgotten your old overseer, have you?

Huh? Well, Emmy is Mrs. Wilkinson now...

SCARLETT: Get off those steps, you trashy wench. Get off this land!

WILKENSON: You can't speak that way to my wife.

SCARLETT: Why? High time you made her your wife. Who baptized

your other brats after you killed my mother? WILKENSON: We came

out here to pay a call. A friendly call, and talk a little business with

old friends.

SCARLETT: Friends. When were we ever friends with the likes of

you?

WILKENSON: Still high and mighty ain't you? Well, I

know all about you. I know your father's turned idiot. You

can't pay your taxes. And I come out to offer to buy the

place from you. To make you a right good offer. Emmy's

got a ^hankering to live here.

SCARLETT: Get off this place, you dirty Yankee!

WILKENSON: You bum-trucking, high-flying Irish will

find out who's running things around here when you get

sold out for taxes. I'll buy this place, lock, stock and barrel

and I'll live in it. But I'll wait for the sheriff's sale.

SCARLETT: That's all of Tara you'll ever get.

(Scarlett throws the ball to Wilkinson’s face. of soil which

Ashley put in her hand.)

WILKENSON: You'll be sorry for that. We'll be back!

(Mr. O'Hara mounts his horse. In a fame of anger, he tries

to cut the way and catch the Wilkinson’s.)

Mr. O'HARA: I saw you holding on to the carriage!

SCARLETT: Paw, come back!

Mr. O'HARA: Yankee coward!

SCARLETT: Paw!

(Mr. O'Hara falls down to the ground. He never rises again.

Days after...)

SCARLETT: Oh, Mammie, Mammie.

MAMMIE: You've been brave so long, Miss Scarlett. You

just got to go on being brave. Think about your Paw, like

he used to be.





SCARLETT: I can't think about Paw. I can't think of

anything but that three hundred dollars.

MAMMIE: Ain't no good thinking about that. Miss

Scarlett. Ain't nobody got that much money. Nobody but

that Yankee's and the scallow-wags got that much money

now.

SCARLETT: Rhett!

MAMMIE: Who that? A Yankee?

SCARLETT: Oh, Mammie, I'm so thin and pale and...I

haven't any clothes. Go up to the attic Mammie, and get

down Ma's old box of dress patterns.

MAMMIE: What are you up to in Miss Ellen's Fortier?

SCARLETT: You're going to make me a new dress!

MAMMIE: Not with Miss Ellen's for tiers, not while I got

breath in my body!

SCARLETT: Great balls of fire, they're my for tiers now.

I'm going to Atlanta for that three hundred dollars, and

I've got to go looking like a queen.

MAMMIE: Who's going to Atlanta with you?

SCARLETT: I'm going alone.

MAMMIE: That's what you think. I'm going to Atlanta

with you, with you and that new dress.

SCARLETT: Now Mammie darling...

MAMMIE: No use to try and sweet talk me Miss Scarlett,

I knows you ever since I put the first pair of diapers on

you. I says I was going to Atlanta with you, and going I is!

(Atlanta prison. Rhett Butler and the prison Major are

playing cards at a table.)

MAN: Sir, there's a lady to see Captain Butler. Says she's your sister.

MAJOR: Another sister? This is a jail, not a 'harem, Captain Butler.

MAN: No, Major, she ain't one of those. This one's got her mammie

with her.

RHETT: She has? I'd like to see this one, Major, without her

mammie.

MAJOR: Hmm...

RHETT: Let's see, my losses for the afternoon come to what? Hmm...

three hundred and forty. My debts do mount up, don't they, Major?

MAJOR: All right, Corporal. Show Captain Butler's sister to his cell.

RHETT: Thank you, Major...excuse me, gentlemen.

MAJOR: It's hard to be strict with a man who loses money so

pleasantly.

(In the jail. Scarlett appears, dressing in beautiful green velvet.)

SCARLETT: Rhett!

RHETT: Scarlett! My dear little sister. (to Corporal) It's all right

Corporal, my sister has brought me now files or saws. Can I really

kiss you now?

SCARLETT: On the forehead like a good brother.

RHETT: No thanks, I'll wait and hope for better things.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, I was so distressed when I heard you were

in jail. I simply couldn't sleep for thinking. It's not true they're going

to hang you.





RHETT: Would you be sorry?

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett...

RHETT: Well, don't worry. Yeah, The Yankees have

trumped up some charge against me but what they're

really after is my money. They seem to think I made off

with a Confederate treasury.

SCARLETT: Well, did you?

RHETT: What a leading question. Let's not talk about

"sordid things like money. How good of you to come and

see me. And how pretty you look.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, how you do run on teasing a

country girl like me.

RHETT: Thank Heaven's you're not in rags, I'm tired of

seeing women in rags. Turn around. You look good enough

to eat. Prosperous, too.

SCARLETT: Thank you, I've been doing very well.

Everybody's doing well at Tara, only, I got so bored, I just

thought I'd treat myself with to visit to town.

RHETT: You're a heartless creature but that's part of your

charm. Though you've got more charm than the law

allows.

SCARLETT: Now I did come here to talk senseless about

me, Rhett. I came because I was so miserable at the

thought of you in trouble. Oh, I know I was mad at you

the night you left me on the road to Tara, and I still haven't

Forgiven you.

RHETT: Oh, Scarlett, don't say that.





SCARLETT: Well, I must admit I might not be alive now. Only for

you. And when I think of myself with anything I could possibly hope

for, and not a care in the world, and you where here in this horrid jail.

And not even a human jail, Rhett, a horse jail. But listen to me, try to

make jokes when, when I really want to cry. And in a minute I shall

cry.

RHETT: Scarlett, can it be possible that...

SCARLETT: Can what be possible, Rhett?

RHETT: That you've grown a woman's heart? A real woman's heart.

SCARLETT: I have Rhett. I know I have.

RHETT: You know it's worth being in jail just to hear you say

that. It's well worth it. (Rhett grasps Scarlett's hands. And suddenly, he

reads the callous skin of her hands. This is a pair of hard-working

hands.) You can drop the moonlight and magnolia, Scarlett. So

things have been going well at Tara, have they?

SCARLETT: Yes...

RHETT: What have you been doing with your hands?

SCARLETT: It's just that, I went riding last week without my

gloves...

RHETT: These don't belong to a lady, you've been working with

them like a field hand. Why did you lie to me, and what are you really

up to?

SCARLETT: Now Rhett...

RHETT: In another minute, I\d almost believed you'd cared

something.





SCARLETT: But I do care!

RHETT: Suppose we get down to the truth. You want something

from me and you want it badly enough to put on quite a show on your

velvets. What is it, money?

SCARLETT: I want three hundred dollars to pay the taxes on Tara.

Oh Rhett, I did lie to you when I said everything was all right. Things

are just as bad as they possibly could be. And you've got millions,

Rhett.

RHETT: What collateral are you offering?

SCARLETT: My ear bobs...

RHETT: Not interested.

SCARLETT: Mortgage on Tara...

RHETT: What would I do with a farm?

SCARLETT: You wouldn't lose, I'd pay you back after next year's

cotton.

RHETT: Not good enough. Have you nothing better?

SCARLETT: You once said you loved me. If you still love me,

Rhett...

RHETT: You haven't forgotten that I'm not a marrying man.

SCARLETT: No. I haven't forgotten,

RHETT: You're not worth three hundred dollars. You'll never mean

anything but misery to any man.

SCARLETT: Go on, insult me, I don't care what you say, only give

me the money! I won't let Tara go, I can't let it go while there's a

breath left in my body. Oh, Rhett, won't you please give me the

money?

RHETT: I couldn't give you the money if I wanted to. My funds are

in Liverpool, not in Atlanta. If I tried drawing a

draft, the Yankees would be on me like a duck on a June bug. So you

see my dear, you've abased yourself to no purpose. Stop it! You want

the Yankees to see like this?

SCARLETT: Take your hands off me, you dunk! You know what I am

going to say before I started. You knew you wouldn't lend me the

money and yet, and yet, you let me go on.

RHETT: I enjoyed hearing what you had to say. Cheer up, you can

come to my hanging and I'll remember you in my will.

SCARLETT: I'll come to your hanging. The only thing I'm afraid of is

they won't hang you in time to pay the taxes on Tara.

Chapter

9Scarlett's Second Marriage

(Scarlett leaves the jail in burning anger. But the visit of

Scarlett and her new dress to Atlanta is not a complete

"futility. She meets Frank Kennedy, Sue Ellen's beau.)

FRANK: Surely it can't be Miss Scarlett!

SCARLETT: Why, Frank Kennedy!

FRANK: And Mammie...

MAMMIE: It sure is good to see home folks.

FRANK: I didn't know you were in Atlanta.

SCARLETT: I didn't know you were.

FRANK: Didn't Miss Sue Ellen tell you about my store?





SCARLETT: Did she, I don't remember. Have you a store? This?

FRANK: Won't you come in, look around a bit? (Into the store) I

don't suppose it looks like much to a lady, but I can't help being

proud of it.

SCARLETT: You're not making money?

FRANK: Well, I can't complain. In fact I'm mighty encouraged.

Folks tell me I'm just a born merchant. It won't be long now before

Miss Sue Ellen and I can marry.

SCARLETT: Well , you're doing as well as all that?

FRANK: Yes, I am. Miss Scarlett. I'm no millionaire yet, but I have

cleared a thousand dollars already.

SCARLETT: And lumber too.

FRANK: Well, that's only a sideline.

SCARLETT: A sideline, Frank? With all the good Georgia pine

around Atlanta, and all this building going on?

FRANK: Well, all that takes money, Miss Scarlett, and, I got to be

thinking about buying a home.

SCARLETT: What would you want a home for?

FRANK: For Miss Sue Ellen and me to set up housekeeping.

SCARLETT: Here in Atlanta. You'd want to bring her to Atlanta,

wouldn't you? There wouldn't be much help in that for Tara.

FRANK: I don't rightly know what you mean, Miss Scarlett.

SCARLETT: I don't mean a thing. Frank, how'd you like to drive me

out to my Aunt Pitty's?

FRANK: Oh, nothing could give me more pleasure, Miss Scarlett.



SCARLETT: I think you'd better stay for supper, too. I'm sure Aunt

Pitty would be agreeable and I know I'd like a good long visit with

you.

FRANK: Oh, you act on me just like a ^tonic, Miss Scarlett. And will

you tell me all the news, all the news of Miss Sue Ellen? What's the

matter, Miss Scarlett? Miss Sue Ellen's not ill, is she?

SCARLETT: Oh, no, no. I thought surely she had written you. I guess

she was ashamed to write to you. She should be ashamed. Oh how

awful to have such a mean sister.

FRANK: You must tell me, Miss Scarlett. Don't leave me on the

tender hooks.

SCARLETT: Well, she's going to marry one of the county boys next

month. She just got tired of waiting and was afraid she'd be an old

maid and...Oh, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you. Oh, it's cold, and I

left my muff at home. Would you mind if I put my hand in your

pocket? (Scarlett returns to Tara as Mrs. Kennedy, with 300 dollars, to

face Sue Ellen's broken heart and the astonishment of the other

people.) SUE ELLEN: But Melanie, you don't realize what she's done.

She's gone and married my Mr. Kennedy! He's my beau and she's

gone and married him.

MELANIE: She did it to save Tara, you must understand that, Sue

Ellen.

SUE ELLEN: I hate Tara. And I hate Scarlett. She's the only thing I

hate worse than Tara!



(In the living room.)

ASHLEY: It's all my fault. I should have committed highway robbery

to get that tax money for you.

SCARLETT: I couldn't let you do anything like that, and anyway, it's

done now.

ASHLEY: Yes, it's done now. You wouldn't let me do anything

dishonorable yet you'd sell yourself in marriage to a man you didn't

love. Well, at least you won't have to worry about my helplessness

anymore.

SCARLETT: What do you mean?

ASHLEY: I'm going to New York. I've arranged to get a position in a

bank there.

SCARLETT: But you can't do that! I've counted on you to help me

start a lumber business Ashley and, I counted on you.

ASHLEY: Scarlett, I wouldn't be any good to you, I don't know

anything about the lumber business.

SCARLETT: You know as much as you do about banking, and I'd

give you half the business Ashley.

ASHLEY: That's generous of you Scarlett. But it isn't that. If I go to

Atlanta and take help from you again, I'd bury forever any hope of

standing alone.

SCARLETT: Oh, is that all? Well, you could gradually buy the

business, and then it would be your own, and then...

ASHLEY: No Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Oh, Ashley! Ashley

(Melanie walks in.)

MELANIE: Scarlett. Scarlett, what is it?

SCARLETT: Ashley is so mean and hateful.

MELANIE: (to Ashley )What have you done?

ASHLEY: She, she wanted me to go to Atlanta.

SCARLETT: To help me start me my lumber business,

and he won't lift a finger to help me.

MELANIE: Why how unshivaless of you. Why think

Ashley, think. If it hadn't of been for Scarlett, I'd have

died in Atlanta, and maybe we wouldn't have had little

Beau, and, when I think of picking cotton and plowing

just to keep food in our mouths, I could just, oh, my darling!

ASHLEY: All right, Melanie. I'll go to Atlanta. I can't fight

you both.

(Months passed. The lumber business is a great success.

But good times don't last long. Frank Kennedy died in a

fight against some tramps, for their insult on Scarlett.

Scarlett is very sad.)

MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett. Captain Butler here to see you.

I told him you was ^prostrate with grief.

SCARLETT: Tell him, tell him I'll be right down, Mammie.

(Downstairs.)

MAMMIE: She says she's coming. I don't know why she's

coming, but she's a-coming.

RHETT: You don't like me Mammie. Now don't you argue

with me, you don't, you really don't like me.

(Scarlett comes down, and shows Rhett into the living

room.)

RHETT: It's no good Scarlett.

SCARLETT: what?

RHETT: The cologne.

SCARLETT: I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

RHETT: I mean you've been drinking. Brandy. Quite a

lot.

SCARLETT: Well, what if I had? Is that any of your affair?

RHETT: Don't drink alone, Scarlett. People always find

out. And it ruins reputation. What is it? This is more

than losing old Frank.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett. I am so afraid.

RHETT: I don't believe it. You've never been afraid in your

life.

SCARLETT: I'm afraid now. I'm afraid of dying, of going

to Hell.

RHETT: You look pretty healthy. And maybe there isn't

any Hell.

SCARLETT: Oh, there is. I know there is. I was raised on

it.

RHETT: Well, far be it for me to question the teachings of

childhood. Tell me what you've done that Hell yawns

before you.

SCARLETT: I ought never to have married Frank to begin

with. He was Sue Ellen's beau and he loved her not me.

And I made him miserable. And I killed him. Yes, I did,

I'd killed him. Oh, Rhett. For the first time, I'm finding

out what it is to feel sorry for something I've done.



RHETT: Here, dry your eyes. If you had it to do all over again, you'd

do it no differently. You're like the thief who isn't the least bit sorry

he stole but he's terribly, terribly sorry he's going to jail.

SCARLETT: I'm glad ma is dead. I'm glad she's dead so she can't see

me. I always wanted to be like her, calm and kind and...and suddenly

I've turned out disappointing.

RHETT: You know what, Scarlett? I think you're on the verge of a

crying jag. So I'll change the subject and say what I came to say.

SCARLETT: Say it, then get out! What is it?

RHETT: That I can't go on any longer without you.

SCARLETT: Oh, you really are the most ill-bred man to come here

at a time like this...

RHETT: I made up my mind you were the only woman for me,

Scarlett, the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks. Now that you've got

your lumber mill and Frank's money, you won't come to me as you

did at the jail. So I see I shall have to marry you.

SCARLETT: I never heard of such bad taste.

RHETT: Would you be more convinced if I fell to my knees?

SCARLETT: Turn me loose, you varlet and get out of here.

RHETT: Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my

sentiments, my dear Scarlett, I mean my dear Mrs. Kennedy. But it

cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past, the

friendship I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling. A

feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred... dare I name it? Can

it be love?



SCARLETT: Get up off your knees, I don't like your common jokes.

RHETT: This is an honorable proposal of marriage, made in what I

consider a most opportune moment. I can't go all my life waiting to

catch you between husbands.

SCARLETT: You're coarse and you're conceited. And I think this

conversation's gone far enough. Besides, I shall never marry again.

RHETT: Oh yes, you will. And you'll marry me

SCARLETT: You...you? I don't love you. And I don't like being

married.

RHETT: Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?

RHETT: Oh yes, you will. And you'll marry me

SCARLETT: You...you? I don't love you. And I don't like being

married.

RHETT: Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?

SCARLETT: Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men you mean.

Hush, do you want them to hear you outside?

RHETT: You've been married to a boy and an old man. Why not try a

husband at the right age? With a way with women?

SCARLETT: You're a fool, Rhett Butler. When you know I shall

always love another man.

RHETT: Stop it. You hear me Scarlett, stop it. No more of that talk.

SCARLETT: Rhett don't, I shall faint.

RHETT: And I want you to faint. This is what you were meant for.

None of the fools you've ever known have kissed you like this, have

they? Your Charles or your Frank or

your stupid Ashley. Say you're going to marry me. Say yes. Say yes.

SCARLETT: Yes.

RHETT: Are you sure you meant it? You don't want to take it back?

SCARLETT: No.

Chapter

10 Scarlett and Rhett

(Rhett and Scarlett spent a most-expected honeymoon in

New Orleans. And one year after, their first child is born.)

RHETT: She's a beautiful baby The most beautiful baby

ever...yes... do you know that this is your birthday? That

you're a week old today? Yes...I'm going to buy her a pony

the likes of which this town has never seen. Yes, I'm going

to send you to the best schools in Charleston...yes, and

I'll be received by the best families in the South. And when

it comes time for her to marry, well, she'll be a little

princess.

SCARLETT: Certainly you are making a fool of yourself.

RHETT: Why shouldn't I? She's the first person who\'s ever

completely belonged to me.

SCARLETT: Great balls of fire. I had the baby, didn't I?

(Knock at the door.)

MELANIE: It's Melanie, may I come in?

SCARLETT: Come in, Mellie.



RHETT: Yes, come in and look at my daughter's beautiful blue eyes.

MELANIE: But Captain Butler, most babies have blue eyes when

they're born.

SCARLETT: Don't try and tell him anything, Mellie, he knows

everything about babies.

RHETT: Nevertheless, her eyes are blue and they're going to stay

blue.

MELANIE: As blue as the bonnie blue flag.

RHETT: That's it. That's what we'll call her. Bonnie Blue Butler.

(In the bedroom, Scarlett is having Mammie measure her waist.)

SCARLETT: Try again Mammie.

MAMMIE: Twenty inches.

SCARLETT: Twenty inches? I've grown as big as Aunt Pitty. You've

simply got to make it eighteen and a half again, Mammie.

MAMMIE: You done had a baby, Miss Scarlett. And you ain't never

going to be no eighteen and a half inches again. Never. And there

ain't nothing to do about it.

SCARLETT: There is something to do about it. I'm just not going to

get old and fat before my time. I just won't have any more babies.

MAMMIE: I heard Mr. Rhett said that he\'d be wanting to have a son

next year.

SCARLETT: Go tell Captain Butler I decided not to go out after all.

I'll have supper in my room.

(Scarlett sits motionless in the chair, fixing her eyes on a picture. It is

a picture of Ashley. Then Rhett comes in. Scarlett hurriedly turns the

picture upside down.)

RHETT: I got your message. I'll have them bring my supper up here

too. No objections to that, I hope.

SCARLETT: No...yes, I...I mean I don't care where you have your

supper. Rhett?

RHETT: Yes?

SCARLETT: You see...well, I've decided-well, I hope I don't have

any more children. (Rhett notices the picture of Ashley.)

RHETT: My pet, as I told you before Bonnie was born. It is

immaterial to me whether you have one child or twenty.

SCARLETT: I know, but do you know what I...do you know what I

mean?

RHETT: I do. And do you know I can divorce you for this?

SCARLETT: You're just low enough to think of something like that.

If you had any chivalry in you, you'd be nice, like...well look at

Ashley Wilkes. Melanie can't have anymore children and he...he...

RHETT: You've been to the lumber office this afternoon, haven't

you?

SCARLETT: What does that got to do with it?

RHETT: Quite the little gentlemen, Ashley Pray, go on, Mrs. Butler.

SCARLETT: It's no use. You wouldn't understand.

RHETT: You know, I'm sorry for you, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Sorry for me?

RHETT: Yes, sorry for you because you're throwing away

happiness with both hands. And reaching out for something that will

never make you happy.

SCARLETT: I don't know what you're talking about.

RHETT: If you were free and Miss Mellie were dead, and you had

your precious, honorable Ashley, do you think you'd be happy with

him? You'd never know him. Never even understand his mind. Any

more than you understand anything. Except money.

SCARLETT: Never mind about that. What I want to know is...

RHETT: You may keep your sanctity Scarlett. It'll work no

hardship on me.

SCARLETT: Do you mean to say you don't care?

RHETT: The world is full of many things and many people. And I'm

not a shunt bit lonely... I'll find comfort elsewhere.

SCARLETT: Well, that's fine. But I warn you just in case you

change your mind... I intend to lock my door.

RHETT: Why bother. If I wanted to come in no lock could keep me

out.

(In the lumber mill, Scarlett comes to see Ashley.)

ASHLEY: Why Scarlett. What are you doing downtown this time of

day?

SCARLETT: Why Ashley, I just...

ASHLEY: Why aren't you helping Mellie get ready for my surprise

birthday party?

SCARLETT: Why Ashley Wilkes. You aren't supposed to know

anything about that. Melanie be so disappointed

you weren't surprised.

ASHLEY: I won't let her down. I'll be the most surprised man in

Atlanta. Well as long as you're here, let me show you the books. So

you can see just how bad a businessman I really am.

SCARLETT: Oh, don't let's fool with any books today. When I'm

wearing a new bonnet, all the figures I ever knew go right slab out of

my head.

ASHLEY: The figures are well lost when the bonnet's as pretty as

that one. Scarlett, you know you get prettier all the time. You haven't

changed a bit since the day of our last barbecue at Twelve Oaks.

When you sat under a tree surrounded by dozens of beaus.

SCARLETT: That girl doesn't exist any more. Nothing's turned out as

I expected. Ashley, nothing.

ASHLEY: Yes, we've traveled a long road since the old days,

haven't we, Scarlett? All the lazy days...and the warm, still, country

twilight...the high soft Negro laughter from the quarters...the golden

warmth, and security of those days.

SCARLETT: Don't look back, Ashley Don't look back. It drags at

your heart till...till you can't do anything but look back.

ASHLEY: I didn't mean to make you sad my dear. I never want you

to be anything but completely happy. (Ashley hugs sad Scarlett. Mrs.

Meade and India happen to enter the room. Seeing this, they leave,

wordless and disgusted. Scarlett is now back at home, lying in the

bed.)

SCARLETT: Oh, Ashley Who is it?



RHETT: Only your husband.

SCARLETT: Come in.

RHETT: Am I actually being invited into the sanctuary?

You\'re not ready for Melanie's party?

SCARLETT: I've got a headache, Rhett. You go without

me and make my excuses to Melanie.

RHETT: What a wee-livered little coward you are. Get

up. You're going to that party and you'll have to hurry.

SCARLETT: Has India...

RHETT: Yes, my dear, India has, every woman in town

knows the story and every man, too.

SCARLETT: You should have killed them for spreading

lies.



RHETT: I have a strange way of not killing people who

tell the truth. No time to argue, now get up.

SCARLETT: I won't go! I can't go until this

misunderstanding is cleared up.

RHETT: You're not going to cheat Miss Melanie out of the

satisfaction of publicly ordering you out of her house.

SCARLETT: There was nothing wrong. India hates me,

so I can't go, Rhett. I couldn't face her.

RHETT: If you don't show your face tonight, you'll never

be able to show it in this town as long as you live. And

while that wouldn't bother me, you're not going to ruin

Bonnie's chances. You're going to that party if only for

her sake. Now get dressed. Now wear that. Nothing

modest or matronly will do for this occasion. And put on

plenty of rouge. I want you to look your part tonight.

(At the door of the Wilkes'.)

RHETT: Good night, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: But Rhett, you can't...

RHETT: You go into the area alone. The lions are hungry for you.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, don't leave me, don't!

RHETT: You're not afraid?

(Ashley's birthday party is going on. As Scarlett shows at the door,

people in the room stop singing. Melanie pretends to notice nothing

and goes to greet Scarlett calmly.)

MELANIE: What a lovely dress, Scarlett darling! India wasn't able

to come tonight. Will you be an angel? I do need you to help me

receive my guests. Mrs. Meade, here's our darling Scarlett. Mrs.

MEADE: Good evening. SCARLETT. Good evening. WOMAN:

Why, Scarlett, good evening.

ASHLEY: Good evening, Miss Scarlett.

MELANIE: Ashley, aren't you going to get our Scarlett a glass of

punch?

(Tara, Scarlett in her room.)

MAMMIE: Did you have a good time tonight at Miss Mellie's party

child?

SCARLETT: Yes, yes. Now Mammie be sure and leave word. If

Captain Butler asks for me when he comes back, I'm asleep.

MELANIE: Yes'm.

(Scarlett can not fall asleep, so many things happen, she sneaks

downstairs and wants to have a drink. And she

finds Rhett is already there, half-drunk.)

RHETT: Come here. Sit down. There's no reason why you

shouldn't have your "nightcap even if I am here.

SCARLETT: I didn't want to drink. I heard a noise and...

RHETT: You heard nothing of the kind. You wouldn't have

come down if you thought I was here. You must need a

drink badly.

SCARLETT: I do not.

RHETT: Take it. Don't get yourself airs. I know you drink

on the quiet and I know how much you drink. You think I

care if you like your brandy?

SCARLETT: You're drunk and I'm going to bed.

RHETT: I'm very drunk and I intend getting still drunker

before the evening's over. But you're not going to bed. Not

yet. Sit down. So she stood by you, did she? How does it

feel to have the woman you've wronged "cloak your sins

for you? You're wondering if she knows all about you and

Ashley. You're wondering if she did it just to save her face.

You're thinking that she's a fool for doing it even if it did

save your hide but...

SCARLETT: I will not listen.

RHETT: Yes, you'll listen. Miss Melanie's a fool, but not

the kind you think. It's just that's there's too much honor

at her to ever conceive of dishonor in anyone she loves.

And she loves you. Though just why she does, I'm sure I

don't know.





SCARLETT: If you weren't so drunk and insulting, I could explain

everything. As it is though...

RHETT: If you get out of that chair once more... of course, the comic

figure in all of this is the long suffering Mr. Wilkes. Mr. Wilkes, who

can't be mentally faithful to his wife and won't be unfaithful to her

technically. Why doesn't he make up his mind?

SCARLETT: Rhett you...

RHETT: Observe my hands, my dear. I could tear you to pieces with

them. And I'd do it if it'd take Ashley out of your mind forever. But it

wouldn't. So I'll remove him from your mind forever this way. I'll put

my hand so. One on each side of your head. And I'll smash your skull

between them like a walnut. That'll block him out.

SCARLETT: Take your hands off me, you drunken fool.

RHETT: You know, I've always admired your spirit, my dear. Never

more than now when you're cornered.

SCARLETT: I'm not cornered. You'll never corner me, Rhett Butler,

or frighten me. You've lived in dirt so long you can't understand

anything else. And you're jealous of something you can't understand.

Good night.

RHETT: Jealous am I? Yes, I suppose I am. Even though I know

you've been faithful to me all along. How do I know? Because I

know Ashley Wilkes and his honorable breed. They're gentlemen.

That's more than I can say for you and for me. We're not gentlemen.

And we have no honor, have we?

Chapter 11 Losing of

the Children

(The next morning, Scarlett wakes up, quite delighted.)

SCARLETT: (Sing)...Oh, she went with delight when he

gave her a smile, and trembled with yet his frown...

RHETT: Hello. I, I'd like to extend my apology for my

conduct of last night.

SCARLETT: Oh, but Rhett...

RHETT: I was very drunk and quite swept off my feet by

your charms.

SCARLETT: You needn't bother to apologize, nothing you

ever do surprises me.

RHETT: Scarlett, I've been thinking things over and I

really believe it'd be better for both of us, if we admitted

we made a mistake and got a divorce.

SCARLETT: A divorce?

RHETT: Yes. There's no point in our holding onto each

other, is there? I've provided for you amply. You've plenty

of grounds. Just give me Bonnie and you can say what

you please and I won't contest it.

SCARLETT: Thank you very much, but I wouldn't dream

of disgracing the family with a divorce.

RHETT: You'd disgrace it quick enough if Ashley were

free. It makes my head spin to think of how quickly you'd

divorce me. Wouldn't you, Scarlett? Well answer me.

Wouldn't you?



SCARLETT: Will you please go now and leave me alone.

RHETT: Yes, I'm going, that's what I came to tell you. I

am going on a very extended trip to London, and I'm

leaving today.

SCARLETT: Oh...

RHETT: And I'm taking Bonnie with me. So you'll please

get her little duds packed right away.

SCARLETT: You'll never take my child out of this house.

RHETT: She's my child, too, Scarlett. And you're making

a mistake if you think I'm leaving her here with a mother

who hasn't the decency to consider her own reputation.

SCARLETT: You're a fine one to talk. You think I let that

child get out of this house when you'll probably have her

around with people like, like that Belle?

RHETT: If you were a man, I'd break your neck for that.

As it is. I'll thank you to shut your stupid mouth. And as

for you giving yourself pious airs about your motherhood,

why a cat's a better mother than you are. You have her

things packed ready for me in an hour, or I warn

you, I've always thought a good lashing with a buggy whip

would benefit you immensely.

(One month later, Rhett Butler is back from London after

a long departure.)

MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett! Captain Butler! Miss Scarlett!

Honey child!

BONNIE: Come on Mammie! Mammie!

MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett, she's back. She's back, Miss

Scarlett!



SCARLETT: Bonnie! Bonnie! Bonnie. .Bonnie

baby...darling baby...you glad to be home?

BONNIE: Daddy gave me a kitten! Oh, London's a horrible

place. Where's my pony? I want to go out and see my pony.

SCARLETT: You go out and see your pony.

RHETT: Mrs. Butler, I believe.

SCARLETT: Mammie said you'd come back.

RHETT: But only to bring Bonnie. Apparently any mother,

even a bad one is better than a child with none.

SCARLETT: You mean you're going away again?

RHETT: What perception Mrs. Butler. Right away In fact

I left my bags at the station. You're looking pale. Is there

a shortage of rouge? Or can this wonders mean you've

been missing me?

SCARLETT: If I'm pale, it's your fault. Not because I've

been missing you, but because...

RHETT: Pray continue, Mrs. Butler.

SCARLETT: It's because I'm going to have a baby.

RHETT: Indeed? And who's the happy father?

SCARLETT: You know it's yours. I don't want it any more

than you do. No woman would want the child of a cad like

you. I wish it were, I wish it were anybody's child but

yours!

RHETT: Well, cheer up. Maybe you'll have an accident.

(In great anger, Scarlett throws herself to Rhett. But she

loses her balance on the slippery floor and falls all the

way down the stairs. Days later, newly recovered from

the unexpected accident and a resulting miscarriage,

Scarlett sits in a chair on a balcony. Rhett comes.)



MAMMIE: Miss Scarlett's feeling a heap better today, Mr.

Rhett.

RHETT: Thank you. I've come to ask your forgiveness. In

the hope that we can give our life together another chance.

SCARLETT: Our life together? When did we ever have a

life together?

RHETT: I guess you're right. But I'm sure if we could

only try again, we could be happy.

SCARLETT: What is there to make us happy now?

RHETT: Well there's, there's Bonnie and, and I love you,

Scarlett.

SCARLETT: When did you discover that?

RHETT: I've always loved you. But you've never given

me a chance to show it.

SCARLETT: Well, then just what do you want me to do ?

RHETT: To begin with, give up the mill, Scarlett. We\'ll go

away. We'll take Bonnie with us and we'll have another

honeymoon.

SCARLETT: Give up the mill? Well why should I, it's

making more money than it ever did.

RHETT: Yes, I know, but we don't need it. Sell it. Or better

still, give it to Ashley. Melanie has been such a friend to

both of us.

SCARLETT: Melanie, always Melanie. If you'd only think

a little more about me.

RHETT: I am thinking of you. And I'm thinking that, well,

that maybe it's the mill that's taking you away from me.

And from Bonnie.



SCARLETT: I know what you're thinking. And don't try

and bring Bonnie into this. You're the one who's taking

her away from me.

RHETT: But she loves you.

SCARLETT: You've done everything possible to make her

love you and not me. Why, she's so spoiled now, that...

BONNIE: Mommy, Daddy, watch me!

SCARLETT: We're watching, darling! You're mighty pretty

precious.

BONNIE: : So are you! I'm going to jump. Watch me,

Daddy.

RHETT: I don't think you ought to do much jumping yet,

Bonnie. Remember you just learned to ride side-saddle.

BONNIE: I will so jump. I can jump better than ever, cuz

I've grown, and I've moved the bar higher...

SCARLETT: Don't let her do it Rhett...

RHETT: No, Bonnie, you can't... Well if you fall off, don't

cry and blame me!

SCARLETT: Rhett, stop her.

RHETT: Bonnie! Bonnie!

SCARLETT: Just like Paw. Just like Paw!

RHETT: Bonnie! Bonnie! Bonnie!

(Bonnie died. Like her grandfather, she falls over from

the horse to the ground. With her, she takes many

things......)

Chapter

12 Tara, Land of

Hope

(Melanie is seriously sick. She knows there is not much

time left for her, and begs to see Scarlett.)

SCARLETT: It\'s me, Mellie.

MELANIE: Promise me. Ashley...Ashley and you...

SCARLETT: What about...Ashley, Mellie?

MELANIE: Look after him for me. Just as you looked

after me for him.

SCARLETT: I will, Mellie.

MELANIE: Look after him. But never let him know.

SCARLETT: Good night.

MELANIE: Promise?

SCARLETT: What else, Mellie?

MELANIE: Captain Butler...be kind to him...he loves you

so...

SCARLETT: Yes, Mellie.

(Melanie passes away. Scarlett comforts the heart-broken

Ashley, neglecting the existence of Rhett Butler, who

couldn't bear to see the scene, leaves. But suddenly

Scarlett sees the fact, she doesn't love Ashley anymore.

So she goes to look for Rhett everywhere.)

SCARLETT: Rhett, wait for me! Rhett, wait for me! Rhett!

Rhett!

(Outside the restroom.)

RHETT: Come in.

SCARLETT: Rhett!



RHETT: Melanie, she's...well. God rest her. She was the

only completely kind person I ever knew. Great lady. A

very great lady. Though she's dead. That makes it nice

for you, doesn't it?

SCARLETT: Oh, how can you say such things. You know

how I loved her really.

RHETT: No, I don't know that I do. But at least it's to

your credit that you could appreciate her at the end.

SCARLETT: Of course I appreciated her. She thought of

everybody except herself. Why her last words were about

you.

RHETT: What did she say?

SCARLETT: She said, be kind to Captain Butler, he loves

you so.

RHETT: Did she say anything else?

MELANIE: She said, she asked me to look after Ashley

too.

RHETT It's convenient to have the first wife's permission,

isn't it?

SCARLETT: What do you mean? What are you doing?

RHETT: I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a

divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true.

SCARLETT: No! No, you're wrong! Terribly wrong! I don't

want a divorce. Oh Rhett, when I knew tonight, when I

knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling,

darling!

RHETT: Please don't go on with this. Leave us some

dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this

last.







SCARLETT: This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me. I must have loved

you for years only I was such a stupid fool I didn't know it. Please

believe me. You must care! Mellie said you did!

RHETT: I believe you. But what about Ashley Wilkes?

SCARLETT: I......I never really loved Ashley.

RHETT: You certainly gave a good imitation of it up to

this morning. Oh, Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd

only met me halfway, even when I came back from

London...

SCARLETT: I was so glad to see you, I was Rhett, but,

but you were so nasty!

RHETT: And then when you were sick. And it was all my

fault. I hoped and against hope that you'd call for me.

But you didn't.

SCARLETT: I wanted you. I wanted you desperately, but

I didn't think you wanted me!

RHETT: It seems we've been at crossed purposed, doesn't

it. But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie there

was a chance we might be happy. I like to think that

Bonnie was you. A little girl again. Before the war and

poverty had done things to you. She was so like you. And

I could pet her and spoil her as I wanted to spoil you. But

when she went, she took everything.

SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, Rhett, please don't say that. I'm

so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything.

RHETT: My darling, you're such a child. You think that

by saying I'm sorry, all the past can be corrected. Here,

take my handkerchief. Never in any crisis of your life have

I known you to have a handkerchief.

SCARLETT: Rhett, Rhett where are you going?

RHETT: I'm going to Charleston. Back where I belong.

SCARLETT: Please, please take me with you.

RHETT: No. I'm through with everything here. I want

peace. I want to see if somewhere if there is something

left in life with charm and grace. Do you know what I'm

talking about?

SCARLETT: No. I only know that I love you.

RHETT: That's your misfortune.

SCARLETT: Rhett! If you go, where shall I go? What shall

I do?

RHETT: Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

SCARLETT: I can't let him go. I can't. There must be

some way to bring him back. Oh, I can't think about that

now. I'll go crazy if I do, I...I'll think about it tomorrow. I

must think about it. I must think about it. What is there

to do? What is there that matters?

( The words other father and Ashley thunder in her ear.)

Mr. O'HARA: You mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara,

that Tara doesn't mean anything to you? That land is the

only thing that matters. It's the only thing that lasts.

ASHLEY: Something you love better than me, though you

may not know it.

Mr. O'HARA: Tara, it's this from where you get your

strength.



ASHLEY: Tara, the red earth of Tara.

Mr. O'HARA: That land's the only thing that matters, it's

the only thing that lasts.

ASHLEY: Something you love better than me, though you

may not know it, Tara.

Mr. O'HARA: ...From which you get your strength...

ASHLEY: ... the red earth of Tara.

Mr. O'HARA: Lands the only thing that matters...

ASHLEY: something you love better than me...

Mr. O'HARA plus

ASHLEY: ...the red earth of

Tara...Tara!... Tara!... Tara!

SCARLETT: Tara! Home. I'll go home. And I'll think of

some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another

day!

(The end)

The

Making of the

film



Gone With the Wind was the first brought to David Selznick's attention

by Katharine Brown, head of his New York story office. In July 30, 1936,

Seiznick International and Margaret Mitchell signed the sale contract.

Everyone else in the country was reading Gone With the Wind, and

every one of the millions of readers knew who would make the perfect Rhett

and the ideal Scarlett. According to a studio poll, 98% of the people who

wrote in saw dark Gable as the devilish blockade runner. But Gable was

completely opposed to the idea. "It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the

compliment the public was paying me," he said. "It was simply that Rhett was

too big an order. I didn't want any part of him....Rhett was too much for any

actor to tackle in his right mind." However, he was under contract to MGM.

Selznick struck a deal with MGM. They would loan Gable to Selznick

International for the right to distribute the film and fifty percent of the box-

office take. MGM gave Gable. In August 1938, he was signed for the part of

Rhett Butler. Scarlett still had not been found.

The public went on to casting Scarlett. All of America had a different

candidate in mind, and so did every starlet and actress in Hollywood namely

herself. Everyone from Lucille Ball to Jean Arthur to Joan Crawford tested

for the part. At various times Selznick seriously considered Taullulah

Bankhead, Norma Shearer, and Paulette Goddard. But none fit the role. Out

of all the glittering cornucopia of Hollywood females, not one had the right

stuff to really become Scarlett O'Hara. Scarlett had to have an indefinable

essence all her own, one that she would carry straight from the pages of the

All during the drama of casting, research, and planning, Selznick had

been working on the screenplay. He had used a dozen different writers to "fix"

the script. Selznick even wrote to Margaret Mitchell for advice. Then he had

his secretary pull apart and cross-index the entire book. The rewrites were so

vast that the resulting mass was dubbed the "rainbow script" for the group of

different-colored page revisions poking out of it. And still a final version did

not exist. On Thursday, January 26 the cast and crew of GWTW buzzed with

activity. The first day of shooting was under way.

The set for the city of Atlanta, the largest ever constructed for a single

picture, comprised fifty-three buildings and seven thousand feet of streets. All

of Atlanta was being built from scratch. Tara and various rooms within

Twelve Oaks, too, were built on the back lot. Only the gardens of the Wilkes

plantation and a few scenes of Tara's farther reaches were shot on location.

Trees were planted, sod was laid, huckleberry bushes imported from Oregon

to become boxwood hedges. In some cases, trees were built of plaster

wrapped around telephone poles. Loads of crushed brick were brought in to

scatter over the sets for the red earth of Georgia.

Susan Myrick, a friend of Margaret Mitchell's who had been hired as an

adviser on Southern accents and etiquette, watched every scene. Cukor

consulted with her after each take. "Okay for Dixie?" If Susan nodded in

agreement, the scene was considered final; if she felt the accents weren't right,

it was redone with her mild coaching.

Then, in the midst of all this, George Cukor left the production over what

they called "creative differences." Selznick had to find another director.

Checking around at MGM, he pulled Victor Fleming off the set of The Wizard

of Oz. Cukor's replacement with Fleming was the source of endless friction

among the ladies of the cast. Gable was delighted. He and Fleming were great

buddies from way back and had shared work and play. Fleming had a

reputation as a "man's director." This was in direct contrast with the intimate,

introspective "women's director" style of Cukor.

Cast and crew were transported to Lasky Mesa, sixty miles

Little Known

Facts



1) When Margaret Mitchell began writing GWTW, the star was originally

called "Pansy O'Hara," but she later changed it to "Scarlet! O'Hara." (thank

goodness)

2) TARA was not often photographed from straight in front of it because it

was built with the front door off-centered.

3) Olivia de Havilland and Joan Fontaine were sisters.

4) Margaret Mitchell began writing GWTW wile recuperating from a sprained

ankle. Vivien Leigh began reading GWTW while recuperating from a broken

ankle.

5) After seeing the "wounded soldiers" scene where Scarlett searches for Dr.

Mead, Margaret Mitchell's husband John Marsh remarked, "Why, if we'd had

that many soldiers, we'd have won the war."

6) Butterfly McQueen absolutely refused to do two things in the film: be

slapped and eat watermelon.

7) Vivien Leigh refused to make the vomiting sounds needed for the scene at

the end of Part 1, so Olivia de Havilland provided the sounds for the track.

8) The cotton in the cotton field that Scarlett and the others are picking were

actually store-bought cotton balls glued on by the prop people.

9) When GWTW began production, Olivia de Havilland had been neither a

wife or a mother. To prepare for the scene where she was to give birth, Olivia

spent hours cowering in a corner of a delivery room at LA County Hospital.

During the shooting of the scene, director George Cukor would twist Olivia's

ankle whenever he wanted he to 'have a labor pain.'

10) In the scene just after the birth of Bonnie, where Rhett pours Mammy a

glass of scotch, there was actually supposed to be cold tea in the Scotch

decanter. However, dark Gable had put real Scotch in the decanter, much to

Hattie McDaniel's surprise.

book onto the screen. Casting directors were sent to all the comers of the

country to find Scarlett O'Hara and bring her back to the waiting gates of the

studio. The casting searchers viewed a total of fourteen hundred girls. And

although Alicia Rhett, a Southern belle from Charleston, was discovered and

later cast as poor, plain India Wilkes, no Scarlett came to light. Eventually the

search was called off, with still no Scarlett.

Selznick hired Sidney Howard as screenwriter, and George Cukor as

director. Sidney Howard took possession of SeIznick's copy of the book with

the notes scribbled in the margins and fled back to his farm to hammer out the

script. Three months later Sidney Howard sent back to Selznick the first stage

of his work, which he had entitled a "preliminary treatment."

The first scene to be shot was the Burning of Atlanta scene. Lyie

Wheeler, GWTW's art director, had come up with the idea of actually setting

the studio back lot on fire. An elaborate system of oil and water pipes was

rigged up behind the buildings to allow control of the flames. Security guards,

studio firemen, city fire departments, cameraman, a horse trainer and extra

horses, stunt doubles for Rhett and Scarlett, secretaries, makeup girls,

wardrobe ladies, invited guests, Cukor, and Selznick all took their assigned

places on the cold, dark lot. The signal was given, the oil ignited, and a three-

hundred-foot wall of flame shot up into the night. Black smoke billowed

skyward. The doubles for Rhett and Scarlett raced through the fire.

It was at the filming of this scene that Selznick met his Scarlett. He met

her when is brother, Myron, showed up with English film star Vivien Leigh.

Leigh had read Gone With the Wind and determined, with all the willfulness

of Scarlett, to make the role her own. She signed a contract with Selznick

International on a luck Friday, January 13, 1939. Barbara O\'Neil, only a year

older than Vivien Leigh, was cast her mother, Ellen.

The first day of filming was slated for January 26, 1939. Everything

and everybody was ready except the script.

outside the studio in the Simi Valley, for the filming of Scarlett's retching

over a radish and vowing to "never be hungry again." Vivien Leigh, Victor

Fleming and the necessary camera, and makeup and crew people had already

made this trip a half a dozen times, hoping to catch a properly scenic sunrise.

Finally, on May 23, having left the studio at eleven p.m. after a full day's

shooting, they drove north to Lasky Mesa yet again, arriving in time to

capture a picture-perfect dawn on film. Perhaps this was more luck than

timing, for according to Vivien Leigh in the souvenir program, The sun rose

shortly after two a.m," surely an unheard-of hour for sunrise anywhere south

of the Arctic Circle. But the sun, and Vivien, performed admirably, and the

group returned home at four-thirty, just in time for an hour's sleep before

reporting to the studio again. 'Yet I do not recall that I was so terribly tired,"

Vivien reported. "Instead I think of the day that Scarlett shoots the

deserter...after that nerve-wracking episode, both Olivia de Havilland...and

myself were on the verge of hysterics_ not alone from the tenseness of the

scene, but from the all too real fall as the 'dead' man went down the stairs

before us."

By the time filming of Gone With the Wind was officially completed

on July 1, Vivien worked 125 days, or five months, with only a few days off.

Gable worked 71 days. It was apparent to most observers that Vivien Leigh

was driving herself at top speed, and harder than Scarlett drove her sisters to

pick cotton after the war. Feverish with desire to finish the movie and fly to

New York and Olivier, GWTW's leading lady threw herself into the project

with a disregard for rest of any kind. At last the day came when the final

scene was to be filmed Scarlett sobbing on the staircase for the departed

Rhett. Vivien had to postpone her New York flight for this scene, a last-

minute invention of Selznick's, and as a consequence, the tears were real.

During the preview show in a theatre, when the title Gone With the

Wind flashed across the screen, the audience rose to its collective feet,

cheering, applauding, and screaming. And the movie was now ready for the

big time. Lights, action, Atlanta!

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