The Undefeated

[ Bugle Call ]

[ Men Whooping ]

[ Whooping Continues ]

[ Man ] Fire!

Aaah!

[ Grunts ]

[ Horse Neighing ]

[ Grunts, Groans ]

Bugler, sound recall!

[ Man Approaching On Horse ]|It's over!

It's over!

Corporal Clemens, sir, from|Masters' Brigade at Dante's Crossroads!

Who gave you permission to come|ridin' across the face of my|command yellin' like a fool?

- Have you got a message for me|from General Masters?|- Yes, sir.

- Deliver it!|- That's it, sir!

- The war is over!|- [ Men Cheering ]

Lee surrendered to General Grant|in Virginia-- a place|called Appomattox Courthouse!

- When?|- Three days ago, sir!

[ Cheering Continues ]

Three days, huh?

General Masters just got word|himself, Colonel Thomas!

Our wires were down!|With your permission, sir!

Rig up a flag of truce,|Blue Boy!

- Short Grub?|- Yo!

Let's go!

I be a sergeant, sir!|Can I be of any service to y'all?

I'd like to talk|to your commanding officer!

Who be givin' orders today,Jim?

Yes, sir?

Major!!!

I've just received word that Lee|surrendered to Grant three days ago!

- Yes, sir!|- You knew it?

We received the news yesterday!

I don't think you understand,|Major! The war is over!

No, sir!

Are you telling me that|you intend to keep fighting?

- Haven't we just proven it?|- But why?

Because this is our land,|and you're on it!

We're all Americans!

Yes, sir! That's always been|the saddest part of it!

- Good day, sir!|- Colonel.

Thank you for your courtesy!

Damn!

Come on!

- Captain Anderson!|- Here, sir!

General Robert E! Lee|surrendered! Am I right?

Yes, sir!

That means that officially we|no longer exist as an armed body,

yet everywhere I look here|today I see armed men!!!

wearing uniforms|and flying the battle flag!

- Get it down!|- Yes, sir!

Jamison!

Yes, sir?

- Take down the flag!|- Yes, sir!

All right, people,|now listen to me, all of you!

We have about 2,000 miles to go!

Seven hundred of them are between|here and the Mexican border!!!

and through a Yankee|occupation army!

We are not gonna give the lowliest|blue belly we meet along the way!!!

any reason to suspect we're anything|but a band ofhomeless pilgrims.

Until we cross the Rio Grande,|arms and ammunition will remain|in the bottom of the wagons!

You men pack those uniforms away|and wear regular clothing.

The poorer looking, the better.

Now, once across the border,|we still have another 500 miles to go!!!

before we reach|a town called Durango!

There we will be met by representatives|of Emperor Maximilian!!!

who will escort us to Mexico City!

- Captain Anderson!|- Sir?

- We leave at midnight!|- Yes, sir!

[ Soldiers Singing ]|Hurrah, boys, hurrah

Down with the traitor|Up with the star

Oh, we'll rally|'round the flag, boys

We'll rally once again

Shouting the battle cry|of freedom

We will rally from the hillside

We'll gather from the plain

Shouting the battle cry|of freedom

The Union forever|Hurrah, boys, hurrah

Down with the traitor|Up with the star

While we rally|'round the flag, boys

Rally once again

Shouting the battle cry|of freedom

- [ Union Song Continues ]|- I wish I was in the land of cotton

Old times there|were not forgotten

Look away, look away|Look away, Dixie Land

In Dixie Land where I was born

Early on one frosty mornin'|Look away, look away

Look away, Dixie Land

I wish I was in Dixie|Hooray, hooray

In Dixie Land|I'll take my stand

To live and die in Dixie

Away, away|Away down south in Dixie

Away, away|Away down south in Dixie

Whoa!

Ah, Mrs! Langdon!|My name is Benedict!

Thad Benedict, late of Pittsburgh,|but now of Natchez!

This here's my partner,|Jimmy Collins!

Word's goin' around,|Mrs! Langdon,

that you people are of a mind|to put your place up for sale!

- Is that right?|- I beg your pardon, sir,|but I'm the sister-in-law!

I believe you want to speak|to Mrs!James Langdon!

Ah, Mrs!James Langdon!|Thad Benedict is my name!

I was just telling your sister-in-law|here we heard the place is up for sale!

- Is that right?|- No, that is not right, Mr! Benedict!

Aw, come on, ladies, we've come|all the way from Natchez!!!

just to make you people|a handsome offer.

Mind if I get down?

Yes, she does.|And so do I.

My father restin' over there--|he minds too!

Well, well, well, well!|You must be Colonel Langdon!

James Langdon?

Well, uh, Colonel,|I'm here to do you a favor!

Well, let's see now!|Uh!!! Langdon Hall Plantation!

Ah, yes, here it is!|Fifteen hundred acres!

Is that right?

Six hundred acres bottomland,|four hundred in pasture|and five hundred in woods!

Two streams, three ponds with|a two-and-a-half mile riverfront!

[ Chuckles ]|Nice place!

Thank you kindly!

I imagine the house could use|a little work, though, huh?

It could stand it!

Yeah! Well, I'll just|have a look inside!

We just swept the floor,|Mr! Benedict!

You understand?

I'll give you 50 cents an acre!|That's my top offer!

You buzzards, you come down here lookin'|to get fat on the misfortune of others!

This house is not for sale!

Not now, not next year,|not ever!

- Colonel, we are businessmen!|- You're trash!

Well, well! You're a right|plain-talkin' gentleman, ain't you?

You hear what the man|said,Jimmy? Trash!

All right, who's|gonna pick your cotton,

and who's gonna plow up|all that bottomland out there?

And who's gonna chop|the wood when it gets cold?

Now, now,Jimmy! No need|to get uppity with the colonel!

Sixty cents an acre!|Take it or leave it!

-Just like that, huh?|-Just like that!

If I was you,|I'd grab it!

We're gonna get it|anyway, you know!

We'll get the house and every last acre|of land when they put it up for taxes!

Oh, I see!

And, uh, how do you know it will|be put up for taxes, Mr! Benedict?

You went busted outfittin'|that rebel regiment of yours!

Now, what do you say?

Sixty cents!!! or nothin'!

[ Horse Neighing ]

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!|[ Whooping Continues ]

This belonged to|Granddaddy Langdon, Horace!

I think maybe|he'd want you to have it!

Thank you, sir!

- Little George!|- Yes, sir?

- Bring along that anvil and|as many tools as you can carry!|- Yes, sir!

Colonel, anybody goin' with us|talk that there Mexican?

Why don't you|stop lookin' at me?

I can't, Charlotte!

I just can't|keep my eyes off you!

Well, you make me uneasy,|Bubba Wilkes, so stop it!

You know, I've asked you a dozen times|to marry me, and you've never answered!

I'm too young to marry!

No girl who looks the way you do|is too young to marry!

Well, I am! If you don't|believe me, you can ask my daddy!

Ask your daddy! Your daddy knows there's|no man better suited to marry you--

Charlotte.

Maybe you'd better go on up|to the house and help your mother!

Maybe you'd better go on up|to the house and help your mother!

- You're a good junior officer,|Bubba Wilkes!|- Thank you, sir!

- Don't let anybody tell you you're not!|- No, sir!

But as a young man!!!

with a desire|for my daughter's hand!!!

you're pitiful!

It embarrasses me to watch you!

- I don't understand, sir!|- You sure don't!

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