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[intense electronic music]

[dramatic music]

[bird squawking]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[ethereal singers vocalizing]

[gun firing]

- [John] When I
was 12 years old,

my father was the
Governor of Virginia.

And none of us knew
it at that time,

but our world was
about to explode

over the issue of
slavery in America.

My father's heart had long
since changed on the topic,

and one night, he
took me to a place

that would forever
change my own.

- Reading the Englishman again?

- Will I be shot
for treason, Father?

- [laughs] Most likely.

Another one of those
long titles, is it?

- "The Personal History,
Adventures, Experience,

"Observation of
David Copperfield,

"the Younger of
Blunderstone Rookery."

- "Which He Never Meant
to Publish on Any Account"

- You read it.

Guess that's why it's here.

- Suppose so.

Get your coat, John.

We're going to
take a little ride.

- [John] I don't think I like

these surprise trips
anymore, father.

- [Henry] 'Cause they're
usually lessons in life?

- [John] Exactly.

- Well, tell me about
the play your mother

took you to in Philadelphia.

- You mean "Uncle Tom's Cabin?"

- And why have we
not talked about it?

- Because we'll disagree,

and disagreeing with
you is so disagreeable.

- Your mother said you
were not impressed by it.

- Think it's all made up,

by the people who don't like us.

- Yes, well,

there's lots of those
in Philadelphia.

[chattering]

[train whistling]

- [Auctioneer] All right,
ladies and gentlemen!

We are about to get started!

Step on up, step on up!

You're gonna love what
we have in store tonight!

I'm holding at 275.

- A slave auction.

- Doubtless those
people in Philadelphia

would not approve.

[chattering drowning
out auctioneer speaking]

- [Auctioneer] So step right up?

- You're not coming?

- John, I have never
known you to need help

making up your own mind.

[chattering drowning
out auctioneer speaking]

- These slaves are trained

by some of our most
respected citizens

in the central Virginia area.

Oyez, oyez!

Step on up, ladies
and gentlemen!

Sale's about to begin!

A fine lot of slaves
belonging to the estate

of the late Colonel
William Jasper of Amelia,

sold in no fault, but
to settle the estate!

We got all kinds.

Old ones, young ones,

men and women, gals and boys!

And as some of you
may or may not know,

Colonel Jasper's
plantation slaves

made him a pretty penny
for the last 20 years!

Gentlemen, what we have to
offer here is so damn good,

old Mr. Lumpkin even up
and married one of 'em!

[laughing]

You won't find the mark
of a whip on a one of 'em!

We're not talking some low-class

Louisiana branding-iron stock!

We got the best slave stock

from all of central
Virginia here tonight!

Colonel Jasper's staff

represents the finest
stock in the state!

This is the best group
of dining room servants,

farmhands, cooks, milkers,
seamstresses, washerwomen,

and the most promising
group of sassy young females

just ready to breed.

Martha Ann is the
favorite of the household!

Perfectly healthy,
no blemish at all.

Look at that complexion.

I offer Martha Ann
at a reduced price,

because it is the
wish of all concerned

to keep them together.

Now, Israel here is
not what you would

call an able-bodied man,

having broke his
leg in the field,

which didn't exactly mend right,

but he can do all
sorts of light work,

and you can have him and
the young'uns mighty cheap!

- Masters, if you'll buy me,

the children and Martha Ann,

God knows I'll work
myself to death.

- Come on, no bids at all?

[somber music]

400, do I hear 450?

Come on, people, 450!

Look at her, he can work!

This is one of the
best slave lots

we're gonna see all night,
ladies and gentlemen!

400 going once.

400 going twice, sold!

Will you take Israel and
the young'uns with her?

- No, I'm lucky to be able
to afford one as it is.

I don't need no more
mouths to feed than hers.

- No, please!

No!

My babies!

[screaming]

No, no!

No, no, no!

My babies!

- You'll have more
children, missy.

Come on!

- No, Israel!

No, please, no, Israel!

- This sort of thing's
supposed to be expected.

Once again, we got
a complement of

[speaking drowned out by music]

- [John] Five years
later, the Civil War

began closing in on
the Shenandoah Valley,

the place that was home
to the military school

my father had sent me

when he became a general
in the Confederate Army.

I was 17 years old
and in my second year

at the Virginia
Military Institute.

- Whoo, Johnny Wise!

Always in a hurry!

[laughing]

- You think he'll do?

He's a rabbit, a mouse.

- And he's perfect,

like he shipped
straight from heaven.

Round up the boys.

- All right.

[tense music]

- Good morning, young sir.

Let me give you a
hand to the barracks.

- But, sir, you're
an upperclassman.

- This is true.

And one day, you will
be magnificent yourself,

somehow find a way
to repay my kindness.

[grunting]

Well, imagine this.

A welcoming committee.

Robert, come on in,
meet some of the boys.

This here's Duck.

- Let's get you unpacked.

- Oh!

- And this is Jack Stanard,

a real soldier and
a hard man, indeed.

You want to grow
up and be a man,

you pay attention
to him and not me.

- You looking for an easy ride,

you come to the wrong place.

- This handsome creature
is our resident Jew.

His name is actually Moses,

and he's an artist.

He's got the best
heart of the bunch

if you ever need to cry
on somebody's shoulder.

- We'll start by
me telling you all

about Sammy here so you
can protect yourself.

- [chuckles] Could
you do one of them,

but without the clothes?

[chuckles]

- Uh-oh.

What have we here?

- What's that?

- That looks like
food to me, son.

Anybody tell you
there's a war going on?

Concealed foodstuffs,
that's contraband.

- Clear violation of
Institute regulations.

Immediate dismissal.

- Might even be criminal.

Oh, Bobby, how could you?

Cadet Stanard, could
you please fetch

the Officer of the Day?

- I don't know how it got there.

[dramatic music]

- This is Cadet
Garland Jefferson,

Officer of the Day, whose
jurisdiction covers this matter.

And since his family
are direct descendants

of Thomas Jefferson

and own the eighth-largest
plantation in all--

- That'll do, Atwill.

- Now, if I take charge,
this goes to the faculty,

which ends horribly for the boy.

- Oh, please, sir.

- Could we have Duck
fetch John Wise?

Handle this within the barracks?

[clears throat]

Bobby, this is John Wise,

our unofficial Chief Magistrate.

Now, his father was once
governor of this Commonwealth,

so he is as close
to an aristocrat

as you can find in a democracy.

[grunting]

- Look me in the eye, son.

Tell me the truth as if your
very life depended on it.

Did you do this?

- No, sir!

I swear on my father's soul.

- I believe this child.

I ask that we be allowed
to settle this here.

- All right.

- You understand,
son, if this gets out,

it could be bad for
Cadet Jefferson.

Therefore, there must be

some evidence of punishment.

Will you submit to a caning?

- Yes, sir, and thank you
for being so merciful.

[whip cracking]

- Take your shirt off.

[whip cracking]

[tense music]

- First-year cadets
are known as rats.

You are a rat.

But you're a special
rat, you understand?

You're my rat.

You're under my protection

and under the
protection of all here.

Are you with us, Robert?

- Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, sir.

- I want you always to
remember the horrible injustice

you thought was gonna
befall you here today,

of one human using his
authority over another

without decency or conscience

and of the need to
assert a code of honor

that transcends the
temptations of power.

I hereby raise you above
the level of common rat.

You shall be known
in this company

as Sir Rat.

[applauding]

[cheering]

Now put your shirt on, son,

before we find ourselves
a healthier specimen.

- You hungry, boy?

- Oh, yes, sir.

- What do you gentlemen say

to a little midnight
requisition?

- What?

- [Sam] Never mind,
it's a tradition.

[whispering drowned
out by music]

[shushing]

[laughing]

All right.

Help me with this doorknob.

- Ah, easy.
- Easy!

[shushing]

- [Sam] Go ahead.

Oh, smells good.

- Oh, that does smell good!

[laughing]

There is some bread, boys.
- Here we go, Johnny.

- That's pretty
good right there.

- I could take it all night.
- Could I have some?

- We got ourselves some.
- That one's mine.

That one's mine.
- I need me some of that.

[thudding]

[footsteps tapping]

- Well now, evening Judge.

[thudding]

- No need to be afraid
of Old Judge, boy.

He's just a grumpy old slave.

- I may be the property
of this Institute,

but I have the ear
of the Superintendent

and the full trust and
confidence of the Commandant.

I'm the master of this bakery!

- You also have a cleaver.

- There's nothing worse
in a time of conflict

than a thief of food.

- [John] Tell the Judge
why we're here, son.

- We're real hungry, Mr. Judge,

and those loaves
smell awful good.

I'm new just today,

but Mr. Wise here tells me

that the bread is the
best part of this school.

- Go on and get yourself
one of these loaves, son.

I suppose I could
spare three or four.

- Thank you, Judge.

Oh, that's good.

- Ooh!

[boys moaning]

- That's fresh right there.

- Now, I'm not here
for a handout, Judge.

I'm here to negotiate
a business arrangement.

Now, you seen the best of
us on the shooting range.

- Jewish boy's the
best, then you.

- We'll bring in some squirrel,
rabbit and some possum,

harvest a fugitive
chicken or two.

Your people share in the meat.

In return, we
liberate some bread.

[chuckling]

- See, the terms
of this arrangement

is a little more serious for
some parties than others.

- If this comes crashing
down, it will not fall on you.

[tense music]

- [Abraham] Tell me
this one is different.

- [Assistant] We think so.

He's not afraid to take action.

It's a welcome change
from your other generals.

- [Abraham] Some
call Grant a butcher.

- Well, sir, that may be
precisely what we need.

- General, congratulations on
your victory and promotion.

Gentlemen, thank you.

They say you are the
general the nation

has been praying for.

They also say you
fight like a savage.

- Oh, I'd agree with both.

War is not opera nor
theater, it is for winning.

Winning ends the death,
ends the destruction,

begins the healing.

- And to win,
brutality is required?

- Each game has its
rules, Mr. President.

Are we to play chess or war?

- And if I were to name
you General-in-Chief?

- I will attack our enemies
at all times and all places.

I will take away his
crops, his animals,

the food he has sheltered,

his railroads, his
industry, his clothing,

his ammunition, his gunpowder,

his steel, his
armament, his salt,

and I will take from him
the flower of his youth.

I will destroy
everything my enemy loves

and anything that might
give him the means

or the hope to prevail.

Do you see me as a
monster, Mr. President?

- I see you as a true general.

- [John] The only way
back across the Blue Ridge

and into our flank,

through the New Market Gap,

and that's where
Grant'll send 'em.

- No sir, General
Lee does not believe

an attack will come this spring.

- Well, then, General
Lee is dead wrong.

The Federals will come and soon.

Inform my brigade commanders
to concentrate the army

and move at best speed
towards New Market.

And I am going to need
everything they got.

- Sir, you're asking me

to tell commander
General Lee is wrong?

- Well, thank God
you been listening.

I won't have to repeat myself.

If General Grant is the
wolf and we are the lamb,

then New Market Gap
is surely our throat,

and trust me, the
wolf will come.

- [Drill Sergeant]
Shoulder arms!

Order arms!

[guns rattling]

Shoulder arms!

[guns rattling]

Order arms!

[guns rattling]

Shoulder arms!

[guns rattling]

[heavy breathing]

[grunting]

- I'm okay, I'm okay.

- Order arms!

[guns rattling]

Shoulder arms!

[guns rattling]

[grunting]

- I got it, I'm good.

[groans]

- Sam, help me.

Come on, come on.

- Sir, the battalion
is formed and ready!

All cadets are present
or accounted for, sir!

[dramatic music]

- [Sam] Ladies, can
you help us out?

- Can we, uh, thank you.

Whoa!

[bell ringing]

[knocking]

- Uh, we, uh.

- May we help you?

We, uh.
- Order arms!

- Is he dead?

[girls laughing]

- What kind of thing
is that to say?

- [Drill Sergeant]
Shoulder arms!

- [Libby] We got company!

- [Moses] Sam, what happened?

- I don't know.

[knocking]
[bell ringing]

Ma'am.

Uh, ma'am?

- Oh my goodness, he
isn't dead, is he?

- No, ma'am, notwithstanding
what that girl

decided to the contrary.

- Well, young man, that
girl is my daughter,

and we're not from these parts,

and she has never
seen a cadet before,

so she would not
know what is normal

or not normal around here.

And the only thing she decided

is that there is an
intellectually impaired cadet

at my doorstep with,

perhaps a drunken colleague, hm?

[groaning]

Well, bring him in.

Let's see what we can do.

- Let's go.

- All right.

[clears throat]

- You're not from around here?

- I should say not.

My aunt lives here.

We live up at New Market,

you know, up north
where Jackson fought.

- Hm.

- So is this the
best you can do?

At conversation?

- Well...

Um...

Yeah.

- Pleasure chatting with you.

- While I'm taking the main
army south towards Richmond,

I'm sending General Sigel
west to the Shenandoah Valley,

Lee's breadbasket.

If we take the Valley
before the summer harvest,

we'll cut off Lee's food
supply and end the war.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

This campaign is gonna be
something of a family affair.

Our First Lady,
Mary Todd Lincoln,

is a cousin to the Rebel general

we're gonna be
facing in the Valley,

John C. Breckinridge.

You're wondering what the
hell you're doing here.

- As a matter of
fact, sir, I am.

- Well, Franz Sigel is a
politician, not a soldier.

All he has to do is
take the railroad,

but I'm not gonna
take any chances.

I'm gonna attach
you and your guns

and a regiment of Ohio boys.

[horse snorting]

- Ho!

Ah, is that your daily
briefing from Mary?

- Ever since she turned 10,

the girl just won't let me
run the war without her.

- Well, then, what
does your daughter

say about New Market Gap?

- Hm!

She says that Grant
has a big problem.

Yeah, the only sizable force

he has to throw at us
is Franz Sigel, hm.

And she says Grant knows
that Sigel's an idiot,

so he will surely send a real
soldier along to help him out.

But she thinks Sigel
is almost certain

to take offense and
resist the help.

Smart girl, huh?

- So then at New Market--

- We will break Grant's
back and save Lee's Army.

Jolly.

[clinking]

Unless, of course,

the soldiers I asked for
don't arrive in time.

Which case, we'll lose the war.

It's my fault,

it's your fault,

and from the Union
gallows next to you,

I will surely remark
that I told you so.

[gun firing]

[knocking]

- We already got
our delivery, son.

- This is from me.

This is extra.

- One slave to
another? [chuckles]

- Not exactly.

I just thought, you know,

some families could use these.

- Of course I do.

This ain't about your
people and the Pharaoh

and you feeling something them
other boys can't feel, hm?

What's that you got there?

- Oh, oh, nothing.

- You let me be
the judge of that.

[dramatic music]

- Well.

My my, look at this.

I thank you for these.

There are some children

who won't be hungry tonight.

And who's this?

- Someone who will go hungry.

- [Man] All right,
sir, 18 credits.

- [Cadet] Thank you, sir.

- [Robert] How much
are the sausages, sir?

- [Jack] Get behind, rat!

- Hey!
- I said get behind!

- No, I was here first, sir.

[grunting]

- What's going on here?

This is my rat, hands off!

- Butt out, John, if you
know what's good for you.

- You have no right to push
a cadet out of your way.

- He just a rat.

Don't pretend to boss
me around, Johnny.

Wasn't it your
father, the governor,

who opposed secession?

The old fool.

- [Cadets] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey!

Oh!

Hey, hey!

- [Cadet] Come on, come on!

- Hey, come on!

[grunting]

- [Cadet] Hey, stop it!

[groaning]

- Down there, stand fast!

You're all under arrest!

[grunting]

- This ain't over, Johnny!

- You bet it ain't!

- [Robert] Come on, we gotta go!

- [Officer] Hey, hey!

- [Rider] Ho there.

- General Sigel, my respects.

I have the honor of
providing artillery support

for your advance.

- Welcome, dear Captain DuPont.

You have been sent by General
Grant to spy on us, huh?

- I wish only to provide

the best possible support
for your command, sir.

Are there any maps of the route?

Any intelligence of the enemy's
dispositions or intentions?

- General Grant is your patron.

Let him provide
whatever you need.

[tense music]

- Libby, Miss Clinedinst, I
need to tell you something.

When I first saw you,

your eyes, no, not your
eyes, something else.

Your mouth.

All right, then I
say, "Good evening."

She's gonna say, "Good evening."

She doesn't know
my name. [laughs]

She doesn't know my name.

- [Libby] You need
to come inside?

- Uh, well, I better not,

given my recent problems
with conversation.

- A wise boy.

Shall I get you something?

- Conversation would be nice.

[door clattering]

[clears throat]

- Are you counting on an
uncontrollable attraction

to the uniform?

- Wouldn't help.

You'd soon find out I'm
not much of a soldier.

I didn't think that I believed

in anything enough
to fight for it

until tonight.

- And what is that, mister--

- Sam.

Mr. Sam.

- What is it you
believe in tonight?

- I believe in something more

than just sudden,
superficial attraction.

Tonight, I believe in
love at first sight.

[horse whinnying]

[Judge groaning]
[whip cracking]

- [Man] Get him.

- [Man] That's what you
get for giving away food!

- I think you should
stick to drawing.

That's a woman's work.

I see how you could pick up
on a local with that, nice.

[knocking]

- Well, what do we have here?

- I hope he's got warm bread.

[laughing]

[panting]

- It's Old Judge, sir!

I went to the bakery
to make our delivery,

and the soldiers were
all in there with him!

- Dear God.

Do you know where they took him?

- To the faculty captain,

the one called Chinook.

- Get Jefferson.

[door creaking]

[metal jingling]

- Was it very bad?

- [Judge] Ain't gonna be nothing

compared to what the
hanging's gonna be.

- This don't make no sense.

They need the Judge.

- [Judge] They can't
need a slave, son.

- [John] But they
can forgive one.

- Oh, yeah.

Captain Chinook's just

dripping with the
honey of forgiveness.

- Y'all, it's time to go.

[chains jingling]

- Johnny.

It weren't your fault, sir.

Hungry got fed.

- I promised.

- Don't you know it's
the other way around?

Old men make the promises

the young 'uns got to pay on.

That's war, ain't it?

- I'm coming back
for you, Judge.

[door clattering]

- I'll stay.

- All right.

Let's go, boys.

[door clattering]

[keys jingling]

He fed people who were starving.

- And hanging is the
consequence a slave

pays for stealing food.

- He didn't steal it.

I did, sir.

- No, Captain, it was I.

- I did it, sir.

- I as well.

- And I bring the
confession of Moses Ezekiel,

so it's five gallows, then.

Shall I organize a detail
to assist the hangman?

- You know very well
you won't be hanged.

Are you so willing
to end your careers?

- With all due respect, sir,

who would offer a career
to five dishonorable men?

What kind of satisfaction
could such a life bring?

You too, Colonna?

Jefferson?

- Honor is honor, sir.

It is the most precious
quality in our profession.

- All for one, sir.

- That's the honor thing, sir.

[chuckles]

[somber music]

- Get out of my sight!

And don't be late
for morning class.

And, Jack, looks like I'm gonna

get some baked
bread this morning.

Get 'em out of here.

- [John] So Echols
and Wharton are, what,

joining us on foot?

- 60 miles for Echols,
75 for Wharton.

- Gentlemen.

- They can make it.

- If they march through
the night, don't eat,

kill most of their
horses, maybe.

- Well, there is one
more possible solution.

We have 250 trained
troops and artillery

less than 50 miles
from Staunton.

- Jesus, Charlie,
schoolboys again?

- Cadets, just in reserve,

and only if Wharton
and Echols are delayed.

- In reserve to fight.

And if we have to put
those children in to fight,

then what kind of
dire circumstances

will they find themselves in?

- Yes, they are young,

and, yes, you have told
me on six occasions

in the last four days

that you will not permit
them near the Gap.

- And I won't.

- But we do need them

in reserve.

Just in case, sir.

[dramatic music]

[door creaking]

- The Yankees burned his home.

[sighing]

- The mill's gone.

Everything's gone.

- His sister Margaret?

His baby brother?

[sobbing]

- No one knows.

That there's your Grant, Johnny.

That's how he is.

- You take me

where I can get revenge.

[sobbing]

- Son, I must speak
to the superintendent.

We do not expect
General Sigel's forces

to proceed south through
the valley at best speed,

but if they do--

- I understand, of course.

[paper rustling]

Thank you, Major.

- 200-odd boys really
gonna make the difference?

Is the situation
really that dire?

- I am quite sure.

I have promised
General Breckinridge

that you will be in
Staunton by Thursday.

- That's 50 miles in two days.

Yes, sir.

- Battalion, fall in!

Quickly now!

I said fall in!

[thunder roaring]

Attention to orders!

The enemy in heavy
force is advancing

up the Shenandoah Valley!

General Lee cannot spare forces

from the Army of Northern
Virginia to meet this advance!

All available forces

from southwestern
Virginia and elsewhere

are hereby ordered to
assemble in Staunton

to defend the valley!

The battalion of cadets

of the Virginia
Military Institute

is ordered to march with
four companies of infantry

and one section of artillery
by the Valley Pike!

All cadets will appear with
canteen, blanket, and weapon

at 8:00 tomorrow morning
prepared to march!

That is all!

- Yeah!

[cadets cheering]

- Dismissed!

- [Cadet] Yeah, we going!

- Revenge, Johnny, revenge.

- Scared?

- Are we really going to fight?

- [Johnny] They tell us no.

We're gonna be held
back in reserve,

but you can't be sure.

- [Robert] Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

- What makes you think I
want you to feel better?

I want you to stay safe.

Whatever happens,
you stay with me.

- I guess we should
declare a truce.

- Of course.

- This ain't over, though.

- I'm still gonna whup you good.

[cheering]

[footsteps thudding]
[chattering]

[silverware clattering]

- That boy is outside.

- Come to say goodbye, have you?

[door thudding]

- Absolutely.

I'm gonna miss this old house.

[somber music]

- Women's work,

darning socks,

mending uniforms,

packing food and blankets,

and of course,

pulling together medical
supplies and bandages

for those who'll follow
to help if needed.

- Well, I hope you're
not gonna do that.

It's a war, not a party.

- Of course not.

Why would I go?

There's nothing I believe
in enough to fight for it,

while you, on the other hand.

- Oh, yes, love at first sight.

[lips smacking]

[giggling]

[drums rattling]

- Let's go!

- Ready!

Quickly!

Fall in!

Fall in!

Battalion, fall in!

Order arms!

Eyes front!

Battalion of cadets,

Virginia Military Institute!

Forward, march!

[upbeat bugle music]

[crowd chattering]

[dramatic music]

- [Franz] Why is the answer
no insufficient for you?

- [Henry] General,
with all respect--

- There is no respect,

not in your face, your
voice, your words!

There is no respect in you.

When I'm comfortable,
then I will advance.

- Sir, if we do not
reach New Market Gap

before Breckinridge
gathers his troops,

it will be too late.

- If I advance before
I'm comfortable,

that will be too early.

And early comes before late.

- Why would he do that, Sigel?

Just sit there?

- Oh, I'm sure it's a
whole bunch of reasons,

cowardice near the top.

- And with General
Wharton on the train.

- Yes, things would appear
to be going better, Charlie.

Observe my elation.

- You won't have
to use the boys.

- No.

They still on the way?

- Yes, sir.

- Attention, cadets!
- Bye!

- [Sergeant] The young
ladies of Staunton

have invited you to a
welcoming social tonight!

Look sharp, boys!

- If you insist, sir.

Orders are orders.

[women cheering]

[boys cheering]

[dramatic music]

[metal clinking]

- Sorry, boys.

Down to just bread
and dried beef.

- Thank you very much.

[cadets chattering]

- You think there's gonna be
a lot of ladies at this dance?

- I hope there's more than one.

Otherwise, you boys
are out of luck.

- [Jack] I know I'll be
looking for one in particular.

- Do you think Captain Chinook

will let us rats go tonight?

- My goodness, I
forgot to ask him

in our last intimate chat.

- Sorry, I won't
be able to make it.

Got guard duty.

Looks like I'll be dancing
with old Chinook instead.

- Oh, I hear old Chinook's known
for his waltzing abilities.

- Ah, you could do far worse
than Captain Chinook. [laughs]

- Be careful, Johnny.

He might just sweep you
right off your feet.

- Well, now, that's making me
mighty uncomfortable. [laughs]

- Hey, rat, you want
to splash a little?

- Ah!
- Yeah, Rat!

- Hey, come on now!

I'm in the middle of
shaving, I just did my hair!

[laughing]

[upbeat music]

♪ I gotta move and
get some food ♪

♪ I never meant to stay

♪ I gotta move and
get some food ♪

[singing drowned out
by crowd chattering]

♪ Hey

[singing drowned out
by crowd chattering]

♪ Fix them to the light

♪ Grab a lute, some
fiddles, sing ♪

♪ That's what I need now

- Hey.

♪ All's we need is a fiddle

[singing drowned out
by crowd chattering]

[glass clinking]

♪ All's we need is a fiddle

[singing drowned out
by crowd chattering]

♪ Hey

- Is it all right

that I don't have a
uniform like you do?

- [laughs] Not to worry, Robert.

One day, you will be
magnificent, remember?

And when you're
an upperclassman,

you will have a coat
just like this one.

But for tonight, you're perfect.

Now let's find you a lady.

Excuse me, miss,

I'd like you to meet a
real Southern gentleman.

- Hi, I'm Robert.

- Cara.

- Go on enjoy yourselves.

Go on!

♪ Handsome time and
an Irish shanty ♪

♪ Normally, I pay and cry

♪ Next time I'll be gentrified

- Well, welcome, soldier.

Can I persuade you to a dance?

- [sighs] No.

No, thank you.

- [sighs] I knew I should
have worn the red dress.

- Miss, you are
lovely in that dress,

and whoever dances with you
is gonna be the envy of all.

- The hair, then?

I can take it down.

- Please, don't
trouble yourself.

This is about a girl I
left behind in Lexington.

♪ Barleycorn and me

- Oh.

Married, are you?

- Not yet.

Childhood sweethearts.

Been together as long as,

as long as I can remember.

- Mm.

- I just came here tonight

for the refreshments and music.

Do you know if all the other
ladies have arrived already?

- I'm sure I wouldn't know.

- All right, of course.

Evening.

♪ Had my sheriff
shoot out the pantry ♪

♪ Word don't get me wrong

♪ So far hard and rather stern

♪ Trying this big city

♪ All there is the river

♪ And down the golden gate

[singing drowned out
by crowd chattering]

[crowd cheering]

[mellow, midtempo music]

[clears throat]

- [Libby] Would you
just excuse me a moment?

[sighing]

- I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

[laughing]

I told you not to come.

- Yes, you did.

- Tomorrow.

- I know where you're
going, to New Market.

I'm going, too.

You haven't seen the last of me.

Still not much at conversation.

- Or anything else.

- I'll be the judge of that.

[dramatic music]

You are absolutely right.

- Oh, Miss.

No way to talk to a soldier
on the eve of battle.

Hmm.

- You'll be fine.

- That's the plan.

- For good luck.

[laughs]

[sniffs]

- So you won't forget me.

- No, Sam, this is the plan.

A farm, a shop, a trade.

Your choice.

Four babies, my choice.

[laughs]

- That'd be all?

- [laughs] We'll
fight a good deal.

- We will, will we?

- I'm sure of that, even when
we're old on a porch together

with nine grandchildren
and our teeth falling out.

- [laughs] Well, we'll
laugh some, too, I believe.

And there will be conversation.

- I do like conversation.

- You missed a good party.

Cadet Wise, I'm
here to relieve you.

If you ask me,
something big is coming.

Only one day's march from
New Market by Saturday night.

The battle will
begin the next day.

- You and Breckinridge
figure it all out?

- Well, I have it from
Grant himself, actually.

We shared a whiskey, foul cigar.

He said let's end this
whole bloodstained mess

Sunday at New Market Gap.

I'm sure of it, actually.

It's an omen.

- [Johnny] How?

- Stonewall Jackson
always fought on a Sunday.

I'm worried about you, John.

If you don't believe in

what you're fighting for,

you won't make it
out of this valley.

- A man must believe
his cause is just

in order to gladly die for it.

- Defending our homeland
against strangers?

You know I come from
a family of bankers.

We don't own slaves,

but the South's way of life's

depended on slaves
for over 200 years.

You rip it to
pieces all at once,

and you destroy the rest of us.

- We should not be fighting
to keep people in chains.

- Will you or will you
not defend Virginia?

- I will defend my family.

My friends are my family.

This school is my family,
I will fight for that.

But if God grants us
victory, we must change.

[somber music]

- Keep your thoughts
to yourself, John.

The others, they may
doubt your resolve.

- They would be
fools if they did.

- Sir, Union Cavalry in force

approaching from the east,

just on the other
side of that hill.

- So it is to be tomorrow.

Finally.

We'll have Wharton?

- Almost certainly.

- God damn it, Major!

Can you not speak plain English?

Is that half certain?

Is that more than certain?

- At least half.

We will win tomorrow,
sir, because we have to.

- I didn't hear that, Charlie.

- I said--

- I do not want to hear

the language of losers
from you, Charlie.

Victory will not come
because we think it must.

- Well then, what is the
language of the winners, sir?

- I will lose, and I will die,

and I will fail everything
and everyone that I love

unless I find the way to win.

- [Assistant] The Confederates
cannot sustain the losses.

- Is that what Grant says?

- [Assistant] The general
doesn't speak in predictions.

- Nor in boasts.

- [Assistant] Mm.

- What news does he give
of the Valley campaign?

- We're better fed,
better supplied,

more experienced.

The report is that Breckinridge

has actually
conscripted schoolboys,

cadets from the Virginia
Military Institute,

he's so desperately shorthanded.

- So we've stooped to
massacring schoolboys?

- Only if he chooses
to use them, sir.

[woman screaming]

- Help me, please, somebody!

- Please, sir, can
you spare a moment?

Can you help us, sir?

My sister, sir.

Help, her leg is stuck, please!

- Somebody help me!
- Please, somebody help us.

- Help me!

Please!

- Please, sir, mister.
- Help me!

- Anyone asks,
I'll be right back.

Keep marching!

[woman crying]

- Please, sir, help us.
- Somebody help me!

- [Johnny] We're gonna
get you out of here!

- Help me, please!

- [Johnny] Go to the other side.

- Please, help me!

- Moses, let's go.

- [Moses] I got it.

[shouting]

- Come on!

- [Johnny] Ready, come on!

[groaning]

- [Trapped Woman] Help me!

- [Johnny] Come on, Moses!

[groaning]

- I think it's
stuck on something.

[grunting]

- It's gonna be okay.

- Are you okay, Miss?
- Are you okay?

- What are you doing here?

Don't break rank!

But you are, sir!

- Let him help.

- What are you doing, Jack?

- Somebody needs
help, don't they?

Don't you worry.

We're gonna get you out.

- Jack, take this side.

- Yeah, pull her out!

- [Johnny] Ready, lift!

[groaning]

[thudding]

- It's okay.

You okay?

- Thank you.

- Of course.

- [Jack] You all right, darling?

- Okay.

- Don't you worry,
we gonna send help.

- All right!

- You gonna be okay
now. I promise.

All right, boys!

We got a battle to
fight, remember?

Let's kill some Blues.

- [Moses] Let's go.

- Thank God!

Thought you had a sudden
attack of humanity.

[whimpering]

[footsteps thudding]

- [John] Stand easy, men.

- Do you have time for this?

- If I might be asking them

to lay down their
lives in the morning,

then I can surely make time.

- Oh, right.
- Cut your toe off.

- Bet you you cut your toe off.

- [Moses] I'll grow it back.

[clears throat]

- Gentlemen.

John C. Breckinridge.

- John Wise, sir.

- Governor Wise's son?

- Yes, sir.

- I did not know
you were out here.

I have the privilege
of knowing your daddy.

He is an extraordinary man

and a very able general.

I'll send him a wire.

You have a message for him?

- That I love him.

- 'Course you do.

All right, stand easy, sit down.

Sit down.

Well, purpose of
this little visit

is because it's my
fault you're here.

In many ways, it's my
fault that everyone

is here in this valley,

'cause when I was
Vice President,

I tried to solve
this problem, and I,

I could not.

And now good men of the North

and the South will die here,

and I will have some
difficult decisions tomorrow,

some of which may involve you.

So I'd like to know what
you think of the war,

what your plans
are for afterwards.

Young man?

- We find ourselves invaded
by a conquering army

whom I must consider
foreign invaders.

Defending our homeland
is an imperative,

and I can't understand
anyone who thinks otherwise.

- [John] Who might you be, sir?

- I'm Thomas Garland
Jefferson, sir.

- [John] Are you, indeed?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, my family's
owned a plantation

for close to 150 years,

so I'm defending my
heritage and my future,

but that ain't the whole of it.

I believe folks
of a certain class

have a heavy responsibility.

We must use our position

to see that the common folk
among us are cared for.

- Well, we common folks
surely do appreciate that.

- I meant no offense, sir.

- None taken.

- Your good heart does
you credit, soldier.

Who's next?

- Young man?

I think war is stupid and cruel

and nowhere near as necessary

as those leading the fighting
like to tell themselves.

- I see.

- And do you think I could
negotiate our way out

of this thing tomorrow?

- No, sir, not anymore.

We will stand with
you and fight.

- And what of your future?

- All I know I really want

is to find the right woman,

settle down, provide somehow
for her and our children.

- That sounds like a good plan.

- I will fight
Grant's bullies, sir.

- I thank you.

- I tell everybody I'm
going to be a farmer,

but if Mr. Wise would let me,

I'd like to help
him be governor.

- Is that so?

[laughs]

You seem very quiet, young man.

- My family and my
home were burned.

I'll kill as many Blues
tomorrow as God permits, sir.

- Young man, I am truly
sorry for your loss.

- This cadet here, his
name is Moses, sir.

He's a genius artist.

You should see his portraits.

- I would like to try
my hand at sculpture.

- It's a hard way
to make a living.

- Yes, sir.

- Look, I know that
you must be afraid,

and I know because I'm afraid.

We all are, but we
must all take strength

from your teacher,
Stonewall Jackson.

Do not take counsel
of your fears,

to which I would add,

do not let anger
ruin your lives.

This war will end,

I swear to you,

and you boys,

you are the future
of this country.

And having met you,

the future is bright.

So you all sleep well,

and God bless you tomorrow.

God bless all of us.

- Duck, gather the boys.

- Yes, sir.

Company, at attention!

Fall in on me!

Don't make me say
it again, I'm tired!

Bow your heads, gentlemen.

- Heavenly Father, this morning,

we march into the valley of
death as brothers in arms.

Help us to be strong.

Help us to do our
duty for our mothers,

for our fathers,

for our sisters and
for our brothers,

wherever they may be.

Amen.

- Amen.
- Amen.

[dramatic music]

- Form 'em up, and move 'em out.

- Company, fall in on me!

[chattering]

- [Man] All right, shake a leg.

Shake a leg, come on.

- [Drill Sergeant] Left, left!

Left, right, left!

- Lookie here!

You boys are babes
in arms, we got!

- [Man] Lookie here!

You little boys want a sugar
rag to suck on? [laughs]

- [Man] Hey, does your
mommy know you snuck out

so early in the morning?

[men jeering]

- Poor little boys,
little old boys!

- [Man] Poor boys.

[rain splattering]

[horse hooves clopping]

[soft chattering]

[metal clinking]

[men chattering]

- [Man] Johnny Reb.

- Confederate infantry already?

- Sir, General
Breckinridge just arrived

with the units of
the Virginia Cavalry

forming just south of the
village of New Market.

- Bring the 34th
Massachusetts forward,

back from their
defensive positions.

Get the cavalry to go
east toward that mountain!

- Where is Echols?

- He's getting into position.

- [John] Calvary probe?

- [Charles] Already commenced.

- Reserve units?

All in position,
including the cadets.

- I want those boys
at the very rear.

You understand me, and
I want 'em protected.

- Of course they are.

[dramatic music]

[wagon rattling]

[metal clinking]

- Everybody ready?

Fire!

[cannon roaring]

Wake up the Yankees.

Time for breakfast.

Fire!

[cannons roaring]

[men chattering]

- [Soldier] Forward!

[drumming]

- [Man] Slow down
your colors, Virginia!

- [Man] Slow down!

Six paces behind the colors!

Battalion

halt!

- [Soldiers] Halt!

- Drop off excess gear,

and prepare to march!

- [Drill Sergeant] Drop gear!

- [Chinook] And
prepare to move out!

[metal clanking]

- [Cadet] Put it on the ground.

- Captain, Captain,
shall we advance?

No. He wants us to commit.

We will not take the bait!

Send this to Sigel!

Facing large
combined rebel force!

Immediate
reinforcements required!

[guns firing]

Commence fire!

[cannons roaring]

- Wharton's brigade is in
position on the west side, sir,

commanding from the
hills to the Pike.

- I can see that,

but I do not see Echols.

- He has arrived, sir.

He's filling in on the east
side of the Pike as we speak.

- Commence fire!

[man screaming]

[women shouting]

[cannon roaring]
[women screaming]

- Libby, help me, please!

[sighs]

No matter how many bandages,

there will never be enough.

[fabric tearing]
[grunting]

- Colonel Wharton,
you move your brigade

from your current position
down the hill at best speed

into that depression
below the Union artillery.

You'll be protected
there, you see it?

- [Gabriel] Yeah.

- And take the reserve with you.

The cadets will be
in last position.

Under no circumstances
can they engage.

[guns firing]

- Send orders to the reserves

to conform their
movements with mine.

- Men, move out!

- Drop in!

Drop in!

- Gentlemen, as soon as we go
over the crest of this hill,

I want you to drive your men
straight down into the valley.

You run like hell!

Go, go, go!

[men shouting]

- Company!

- Forward!

- Forward, march!

[dramatic music]

[men shouting]
[guns firing]

- [Man] Move around here!

[men shouting]

[guns firing]

- Hit the front
side of that hill!

[cannons roaring]

- They can't reach us here!

Where the hell are the reserves?

[dramatic drumming]

My order was for them
to conform to my moves!

- One piece of luck.

[guns firing]

Load shells, 2,000 yards!

Give 'em everything you've got!

Fire, fire!

[metal clanking]
[cannon roaring]

- Run!

This is not a parade!

- My God, they're
holding formations.

[shouting]

- [Man] Get back up!

- March!

Get back, get back!

Close up!

Close up, battalion!

- Close up, battalion!
- Go right!

- Close up!

- Close back, go three!

[cannons roaring]

- Forward, march!

- Forward, march!

- Mark time, battalion!

- I'll be damned.

- If I didn't see
it with my own eyes.

[cannons roaring]

- [Henry] We're losing
them behind the house!

- Aren't they trapped
there now, sir?

- Only till they
decide to charge.

- [Man] But we're
vulnerable here, Captain!

- We defend this hill
for as long as we can!

- [Chinook] And halt!

- Did y'all see that?

Even the rats held
up under fire.

- We showed those
old boys, didn't we?

Sugar rag, is it?

- I can't believe it.

You two actually
smiling at each other.

- Get ready!

He'll be coming
along Bushong's farm!

We'll give him an Ohio hello!

[cannon roaring]

- Follow me,

but keep at least 300 yards
back, well to the rear!

Do you understand, Captain?

- Yes, sir!

- [Gabriel] Virginians, forward!

- Come on, boys, hustle up!
- Let's go!

- [Man] Come on, come on, boys!

- Hustle up.

Battalion, prepare to advance!

Come on now.

[men shouting]

[cannons roaring]

- First and second rank, ready!

Steady, steady!

Wait for my command!

Fire, fire, fire!

[guns firing]
[men shouting]

- God bless those
Pennsylvania boys.

Holding fast!

- Reload, reload!

Now, now, now, now!

Aim!

Fire!

- Fire, fire!

[screaming]

- They've torn a hole in
the center of our line!

- If we can see it,
so can the Blues.

- Sir, you must put in the
reserves to restore the line.

When the Union forces
regroup and counterattack,

that line will divide in two.

They'll pull right through
the hole in the center.

Sir, you must put in the cadets.

- Send the boys in.

May God forgive me.

- Sir.

[dramatic music]

- Battalion,
forward to the line!

- [Cadet] Forward to the line!

- [Johnny] Come on!

- [Chinook] Let's
go, get to the fence!

To arms!

Let's go, get to the fence!

Get to the fence!

[grunting]

- Go, Go!

- Fire at will, fire at will!

- The cadets are
filling the gap.

- Fire!

[guns firing]

Fire!

- Come on!
- Keep shooting, boys!

- Johnny!

- I'm right here, Moses!

- Fire, fire!

[guns firing]

- We can't stay here!

Must be somewheres a
little more useful.

- Gentlemen, what do you we
say we charge those guns?

- I don't know, gentlemen.

I bet that sounds
a bit dangerous.

- John Wise, that was
what I was suggesting.

I was just being selfish.

- No sense in dying if we can't

figure out who takes
the credit, right?

[laughing]

[men shouting]

- Sir, battalion
is ready to attack!

- We don't have further orders!

- Sir, I don't suspect
we'll get further orders!

The cadets are ready
to charge, sir!

I suggest we attack
and take those guns

before we get blown apart!

[cannon roaring]

- Fix bayonets!
- Fix bayonets!

- [Cadet] Fix bayonets!

[shouting]

[guns firing]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

- Fire!

[cannons roaring]

- Go get 'em, boys.

[groaning]

[shouting]

[screaming]

- What are you waiting
for, march, go!

[men shouting]

Charge!

[shouting]

[men grunting]

[metal clanking]

[cannon roaring]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[screaming]

- But they're just a
bunch of damn schoolboys.

Kill 'em!

- No!

[gun firing]

- [Soldier] Kill 'em all!

[thudding]

- Jack!

Jack!

[grunting]

- We showed them,
didn't we, Johnny?

- Jack, stay with me!

[coughing]

You can't die.

I still gotta whup you good.

- I can't carry you
forever, Johnny.

It's up to you now.

[groaning]

- Come on, Jack!

Jack, come on!

No!

[guns firing]
[cannons roaring]

[Johnny shouting]

[grunting]

[groaning]

[explosion roaring]

- [Soldier] Retreat now, go!

[gun firing]

Whoa!

- Let's go, gentlemen!

Someone's gotta cover
this godforsaken retreat!

Let's go, yah!

[gun firing]

[dramatic music]

- My God, sir, the cadets
have taken Bushong Hill.

- Must be an illusion, Charlie.

Their general told
them not to fight.

[coughing]

[man groaning]

[somber music]

- Yeah.

Where's Jack?

- He's dead, torn to pieces
during the final charge.

- And Johnny?

- A shell exploded.

[coughing]

[wood creaking]

- Johnny?

Johnny?

Johnny.

Come on!

Here you are, here you are.

Hey, hey, hey, you
come over here!

You got a stretcher, come on.

[groans] Come on.

It'll be all right!

Hey, hey.

[groans] Oh, God.

[wagons creaking]

[grunting]

- Johnny, can you hear me?

Here you go, here you go.

Can you hear me?

Hear me there?

[sighs] There you go.

There you go!

Johnny.

Johnny.

Can you hear me?

Johnny!

Hey, we won the battle,

all of us.

People gonna call us heroes.

They're the heroes.

Jack.

All of 'em.

[tense music]

[crowd chattering]

- Bring them inside!

[man groaning]

[grunting]

Look at that wound.

Take that young man
to the back bedroom.

- Could I speak with
Libby just for a minute?

- Oh son, Libby's not here.

She's up at the field
with the older girls.

[man coughing]

- He's at the house.

That boy, he's wounded,
but he's asking for you.

- [Libby] Thank you so much.

- Will he survive?

Bullet went through his
chest and lodged in his back.

[metal clinking]

Is this your son?

- These are all my sons.

- Ma'am, Ma'am?

Do you got a New Testament?

- This is a Christian Bible.

I understand you're Jewish?

- I'm a Jew.

It's for my friend.

He requested it.

I do not believe my
faith will object.

Thank you.

[man coughing]
[crowd chattering]

- Oh! [groans]

- [Woman] Are you all right?

[dramatic music]

- From the 14th
chapter of Saint John.

"Let not your heart be troubled.

"You believe in God,

"believe also in me.

"In my Father's house
are many mansions.

"If it were not so,

"I would have told you."

"I go to prepare
a place for you."

- Would you light me a candle?

- I don't want to
listen in the dark.

[paper rustling]

- My, my, my.

Find me a man who knows
how to set a fire.

Next time we go into
that godforsaken valley,

we'll burn it to cinders.

- Thank you.

- Let's leave him, gentlemen.

[door clattering]

- We were gonna spend the
rest of our lives together.

[sobs]

- Oh.

- Stand easy.

Mr. Wise, Mr. Colonna.

I am told that
you cadets decided

to lead the charge
of your own volition.

Is that so?

Are they not teaching
you the value

of the chain of command
at the Institute?

- I am sorry, sir.

- Are you, hm.

Then what in good God's
name were you thinking?

- My father says the best thing

about doing what's right
is it requires no thought,

no thought at all.

- Well, I guess I
have to thank you

for not thinking.

Well done, Virginians.

Well done, men.

- Thank you, sir.

[wagon creaking]

[somber music]

♪ Ah, ah ah ah

♪ Ah, ah ah ah ah

♪ Ah ah, ah

♪ Ah, ah, ah

[dramatic music]

[gun clicking]

- Private Stanard died on
the field of honor, sir!

- Private Jefferson died
on the field of honor, sir!

- Corporal Atwill died on
the field of honor, sir!

- Sergeant Cabell!

Private Crockett!

Private Hartsfield!

Private Haynes!

Private Jefferson!

Private Jones!

Private McDowell!

Private Stanard!

Private Wheelwright

died on the field of honor, sir!

[dramatic, somber music]