The Littlest Rebel Page #3

Synopsis: Shirley Temple's father, a rebel officer, sneaks back to his rundown plantation to see his family and is arrested. A Yankee takes pity and sets up an escape. Everyone is captured and the officers are to be executed. Shirley and "Bojangles" Robinson beg President Lincoln to intercede.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Family
Director(s): David Butler
Production: Twentieth Century Fox Home Entertainment
 
IMDB:
6.9
Rotten Tomatoes:
88%
APPROVED
Year:
1935
73 min
331 Views


I'm gonna find out what's under it.

- Did you find anything?

- Let's look around-

What are you doing glued to that wall?

You've been lying. Now, come on.

I've got something!

Look at this.

There must be somebody in there.

- It's a secret panel.

- It ain't nothing, sir.

- Open it.

- It's just a wall, sir.

- Bust it in.

- Wait a minute. I'll open it.

It's just two little babies in there.

That's all.

Well, this ain't much

to get excited about.

Nothing to eat, eh? And no liquor?

Well, this is pretty good.

Hurry up.

Get out ofhere. Come on.

Come on. Get out of here.

Hurry up.

Get one of those hams

and have it cooked.

- Yes, sir.

- You boys can get yourselves

a couple of drinks too.

Yes, sir!

Ah, right down the scuppers.

Come here, you.

Pull off these boots.

Why, you little black rascal!

I'll tan your hide for this!

- Come here, you little rascal!

- You let me go! You let me go!

White, by gad!

Who told you to put that black on?

I guess your daddy told you to do it.

Your daddy's a soldier, isn't he?

Why, I wouldn't hurt a little girl like you.

Maybe you'll tell me where your daddy is.

I'd like to talk to him.

Come here, you!

- She didn't mean nothing, master.

- Don't you dare touch that child!

- Turn me loose!

- Mother! Mother!

- Run, Virgie, run!

- Let me go!

Mother! Mother!

I didn't mean to shove ya.

Don't you hurt my mother!

Don't you dare hurt my mother!

- You let her alone! Attention!

What's going on here?

Are you hurt, madam?

No.

- Who's in command here?

- I am, sir.

Do you know what he did?

He broke our table, and he wanted to hurt me,

and he threw my mommy down the stairs.

Put that loot back where you got it.

- Lieutenant Harte.

- Yes, sir.

Take him outside and give him 25 lashes.

Beat him till he bleeds.

Investigate the others. If you find any

of them guilty, give them five lashes each.

Yes, sir. Come on, Dudley.

I can't tell you

how sorry I am, madam.

And you too, miss.

- Why, you were crying, weren't you?

- Not very much.

You look like you've been

climbing up the chimney.

Your men were the cause of it.

Just wait till I tell my Daddy about this.

He'll go and kill your whole Yankee army!

And I won't blame him a bit.

Blow.

Thank you.

Now you run along and play.

There's a rebel scout, madam,

known to be in this neighborhood.

I'm sorry to have to question you after

what's already occurred, but it's necessary.

- I know nothing of him.

- I happen to know that you do. He's your husband.

- Have you seen him today?

- No.

Would you tell me if you had?

Would you expect me to?

I'm afraid not.

- What is it, Sergeant?

- We found a horse in a corral

half a mile below here, sir.

Shows signs ofhaving been ridden hard

a short while ago.

He changed horses here.

Send five men to the river.

Put two sharpshooters on the roof

of that old mill so they can cover both banks.

Yes, sir.

What's that?

A godsend.

In that case, I'm afraid there's no longer

any necessity for my staying.

Good day, madam.

And good day to you,

you little rebel.

- Sergeant!

- Yes, sir?

Countermand that order.

He's already across.

- All right, we're going back to camp.

- Yes, sir.

Come in!

I don't think we should stay here

a second longer, Missa Cary.

The Yankees is already down by the east pasture,

and we's right in the line of fire.

You better hurry.

The shells is droppin' in the yard now.

Please, hurry.

Don't be afraid.

- Uncle Billy, can't we get to the slaves' quarters?

- No, ma'am.

They's firin' there now.

Excuse me, Captain.

One of your slaves is outside.

Wants to see you. He says it's very important.

- What? One of my slaves?

- Yes, sir.

- How could he have gotten through

the Yankee lines? Send him in.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, Massa Cary,

thanks the Lord I found you, sir.

- What is it, Uncle Billy?

- Missa Cary, she's awful sick, sir.

- Sick?

- Yes, sir. I's afraid, Massa Cary. I's afraid, sir.

She keeps asking for you all the time.

- What happened?

- Sir, they fought right in front of the house.

The house was burned down.

Missa Cary, she catch her death of cold.

She's coughing bad.

How long has this been going on?

She was sick for three weeks

and gettin' worse.

Then I decided I better fetch you.

I been going from camp to camp

looking for you for over a week now.

- Most of the slaves run away.

- And Virgie- How's little Virgie?

Oh, she's fine, sir.

Never complain about nothing and always cheerful.

She's been a great comfort

to Missa Cary.

But I's afraid Missa Cary

needs you now, sir.

- I'll get a leave of absence right away.

- Yes, sir.

I've got some logs in the river

covered with brush.

We can float down past the Union camps, then cut

inland 'cross through the Chickahominy Swamp.

- Well, hurry. We'll have to get

into the swamp before daybreak.

- Yes, sir.

Here's the Union camp now, sir.

It's only an hour before daylight.

- Do you think we can do it, Massa Cary?

- Well, we can try. Come on.

You're feeling better now,

aren't you, Mommy?

Yes, dear, much better.

I bet it won't be long

before Daddy is here.

He'll make everything all right.

You'll see.

We-We mustn't be too sure, darling.

Then we won't be so disappointed

if he doesn't get here.

Perhaps Uncle Billy didn't

get through the Yankee lines.

Uncle Billy can do anything.

He can sing and dance

and climb trees...

and do everything in the world.

I know he can bring Daddy back.

Now, I have my housework to do...

so you just lie quiet until I finish.

Mother's very proud of you, darling.

I'll be right back.

Rosabelle, you're crying.

No, Miss Virgie, I ain't cryin', child.

My eyes just kinda slipped.

Well, my daddy will be here soon...

and then your eyes

won't have to slip.

Yes'm, Miss Virgie.

What are you doing there,

James Henry?

Well, I sleeps in that kitchen...

and I wants to hear them Yankees

when they's a-comin'...

so I dug this hole.

I's gonna cover it over,

so when they walks across it...

they'll fall in,

but they'll make a heap of noise.

And then I'll hear 'em,

and I'll start runnin'.

- I hope nobody else falls in it.

- Yes, ma'am.

Look!

Here comes Uncle Billy now!

But he didn't bring Daddy.

- Here comes Daddy!

- Massa Cary's comin'!

- Praise the Lord!

- Daddy! Daddy!

My darling.

Praise the Lord, Missa Cary.

He does come!

The whole Yankee army couldn't stop him.

He's done come.

Thank heaven.

I had to live till you got here

and I knew Virgie'd be safe.

Please don't talk like that, dear.

Didn't I tell you that Uncle Billy

would find him, Mommy?

Yes, dear.

I bet now that Daddy is here...

it won't be long before we have

a great big house again.

- Will it, Daddy?

- No, darling.

Oh, Daddy, I wish Mommy

didn't have to be sick.

Shh. You've got to be

a brave little girl, darling.

Well, can't I be brave

and wish Mommy wasn't sick too?

Of course, Virgie.

Mother isn't going to be sick

much longer now.

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Edwin J. Burke

Edwin J. Burke (August 30, 1889 – September 26, 1944) was an American screenwriter who was most known for writing some of Shirley Temple's earlier films. He won an Academy Award at the 5th Academy Awards in the category of Best Adapted Screenplay for the film Bad Girl.He was also a successful playwright. He wrote the play that inspired the film This Thing Called Love. more…

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