The Beguiled
- R
- Year:
- 1971
- 105 min
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Take warning by me
Don't go for a soldier
Don't join no army
For the dove she will leave you
The raven will come
And death will come marching
At the beat of the drum
Come all you pretty fair maids
Come walk in the sun
And don't let your young man
Ever carry a gun
Oh, my God!
My daddy died that way.
Crawled off in the bushes
and bled to death.
Maybe you were the cause.
Are you dying, Mr. Yank?
Help me.
What's your name, girl?
Amelia.
But everybody calls me Amy.
And I'm Corporal John McBurney.
How old are you, Amy?
Twelve.
- Thirteen in September.
- Shh.
Old enough for kisses.
Don't give up now, Mr. Yank.
I mean, Mr. McB.
Just over there.
Miss Martha, that smoke's
gonna burn this place down?
Hallie, don't talk that way. It's hard
enough to get the girls to study as it is.
I can't emphasize enough
that French is a smiley language.
Abigail.
You're not paying attention.
I'm sorry, Miss Edwina,
but the war is sounding so close.
Doris says if the Yankees win,
they'll rape every one of us.
Miss Martha!
Miss Martha!
Help!
Miss Martha! Miss Martha!
Help! He's dying.
How did he get here?
By the grace of God, ma'am.
The grace of God in the
form of this here child.
What were you doing off
the school grounds?
Just picking some mushrooms. And
I didn't notice how far I was...
You know the punishment
for leaving the grounds.
Get him into the house.
Come and help me.
Lift.
Miss Martha, I couldn't
leave him there to die.
Well, you wouldn't have
had to worry about it.
It would just have been
one less enemy soldier.
Corporal John McBurney,
66th New York.
I surrender to the
prettiest Confederates...
A real bluebelly.
There's only one way to
tell if he's a Yank.
How's that?
Take off his pants.
Yanks have tails.
Doris, stop that nonsense.
Amy, run on ahead and
open up the door.
And then come back and tie
the blue rag on the gate.
Go on!
You hear that?
The blue rag's a signal
for our local patrollers.
We're gonna feel awfully proud
turning one over to them.
- Is he dead?
- Lizzie, why didn't you sound the alarm?
- I'm sorry, Miss Martha.
- You must have seen him crossing the fields.
I was reading and I didn't see...
The lookout is not a reading room.
You get back up on
that widow's walk
and if you see any of our soldiers
coming, you let me know at once.
- Yes, ma'am.
- Let's put him down on the steps.
Careful. There.
Doris, Abigail, go get some sheets and
make up the divan in the music room.
I'll go put the water on to boil.
Amy, will you put the blue rag
on the gate as you were told?
Couldn't we wait a bit for that?
His pulse is weak and
he's lost a lot of blood.
Gallons and gallons, Miss Martha.
They'd take him away, even
though he's half dead.
They're not likely
to be by again today
and in any case they'd wait
until we dressed his wounds.
Will you do as I asked?
If this war goes on much longer,
I'll forget I ever was a woman.
Water's on the boil.
Y'all wasting your time.
I say we fix his leg, turn
him over to the patrol.
He'll die in prison just the same.
Mr. Yankee, there was enough iron
in your leg to shoe a horse.
I'm afraid it's some time since
the corporal had a bath.
I noticed. You ladies leave.
I'll get some clean water
and wash him down.
I'll fetch one of my brother's
nightshirts. Come, Edwina.
I thought so.
Is he going to die?
Someday. But for now
he is quite all right.
I don't want anyone poking in here
or lurking about in the halls.
There is lots of
mending to be done.
Into the parlor, all of you.
Pay no attention to them, Amy.
Did the ant kill the caterpillar?
No, they joined together and
dragged him underground.
Probably to eat him.
I don't see what this has to do
with that Yank you brought here.
I do.
The Yank's an intruder,
just like the caterpillar.
And you should never
have brought him here.
I agree. He's probably a spy.
I doubt that, Janie.
Miss Edwina, aren't you
afraid of that bluebelly?
No.
It's bad manners to
call him a bluebelly.
He has a name.
Corporal John McBurney.
Call him by it.
I call him Mr. McB.
And I think he's ever so handsome.
I got him cleaned
good to the waist.
I'll lift him
and you put the nightshirt on him.
Come on, give me the other arm.
- Yes, Miss Martha.
- Well, help me.
Hold the sleeve and hold it up.
Yes, Miss Martha.
Now, pull off his pants.
Go ahead, Miss Martha. He's not made
no different than your brother.
I have asked you never
to speak of my brother.
Sorry, Miss Martha,
I didn't mean nothing.
The nightshirt recalled
Master Miles to me.
Surprising it didn't you, too.
Surprising you brought this
Yank into your house, too.
Him being a man and all.
I didn't want to.
Miss Martha, soldiers on the
road! They're on their way.
- All right, Lizzie.
- Should I go back up?
No, I should have had
you relieved before.
Janie, I believe it's your watch.
May we go greet them?
No, you may not. I don't
want them to see you, girl.
Come along.
- Captain.
- Ma'am.
What's the news?
We won. Grant's retreating.
- Oh, thank God.
- Go, get him! That way!
- Get back here, Yank!
- No!
- Shoot him!
- Hold your fire!
Get him and throw him in the wagon.
He just wanted to be shot.
Prefers a quick death to a
That's where the poor
devils are headed.
How many young ladies are here?
We have six students and a teacher.
I sure wouldn't advertise
it if I were you.
Oh, you mean on the sign?
A lot of Yanks are separated
from their units.
They're roaming the woods
and they're desperate.
You think Miss Martha is gonna
tell them about Mr. McB?
Course she'll tell them.
That's why she went out there.
So, take care, ma'am.
- Captain! Captain...
- Yes, ma'am?
Our prayers go with you.
Thank you, ma'am. Forward!
They're going on.
What name do you go by?
Hallie.
Well, you can call me McB.
Yank'll do fine.
You and I ought to
be friends, Hallie.
How do you figure that?
Well, we're both kind of
prisoners here, aren't we?
We're different, Mr. Yank.
I can run.
I love you, Mr. Crow...
but until your wing's mended,
it's for your own good.
You can lower it now.
I couldn't have operated
the school without you.
I'm very grateful to you.
I'm the one to be grateful.
You've given me the only
home I have, Miss Martha.
Even after the war is over, it'll
still be difficult for years to come.
I'll have to devote myself
to running the farm.
I'd like you to concentrate on
building the school up again.
You've become very
dear to me, Edwina.
And I'm prepared to
make you a partner.
And provide in my will that
you'll inherit full ownership.
Miss Martha.
That's unbelievably generous.
I don't know what to say.
Well, there's not an ounce
of generosity in it.
I need somebody capable
and responsible.
You're my guarantee that the school
will continue to bear my name
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