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I guess the whole world hate the nigger.
-I know and admire your parents. -You do, sir? Why, thank you, sir.
Ten dollar, a lot of money.
There's a rumor going around...
Bayonets!
You prissy little schoolgirl.
Let's go! Move! Move!
Hey, come over here, hon.
Twit.
Somebody's gonna win.
Mama, they're coming home! They're coming home!
All of the men, like this?
Nigger soldiers! Nigger soldiers!
Yup
It is my hope that the same courage...
Quickly.
They are almost grave and sedate under instruction...
...you are hereby awarded the rank of sergeant major.
Do that again.
Shall I go on?
We want them to know, Heavenly Father...
Now Grant's taken Vicksburg and all on the Fourth of July.
... because you've been whipped and chased by hounds.
I was a sight to see.
Son of a bitch!
I know exactly how you feel.
Fuck your $600 Tear it up!
That Colonel Shaw, he a hard man.
You're among friends.
...to ask your blessings on all of us.
Sergeant of the guard, post your sentry.
-What the hell is going on here? -Attention!
They have made me captain, of which I am enormously proud.
I can't believe the kind of things we hear.
Come on!
I ain’t sure I’m wantin’ this, Colonel.
Oh, shit.
Attention, company!
Or are you the bloody prince of Africa?
-Forward! -Fire!
Let you take your regiment out to fight.
-It can't go on forever. -But ain't nobody gonna win.
Now that we come.
To set their minds free so quickly...
One, one, one.
Attention.
-Re-form your ranks! -Re-form your ranks!
Yesssss
-Come on. -Preach it, brother.
Piece of rat filth.
...against the Confederacy...
-Yes, sir. -Amen.
Working for your father, helping him with the resettlement...
Forward at the half step. March!
-All right, you men move along. -Front step! Forward! March!
Some things never change.
Respect Hockey
-I beg your pardon? -You heard me.
Faster.
Maybe so do you, Cabot.
"Any Negro taken in arms...
Major? Forbes?
...that the heart's blessing can heal...
Along with confiscated valuables shipped north as personal baggage.
-Come on. -It's all right.
Close the door properly, major!
Yes, sir. I will.
I wonder if you are treating these men too hard.
Come on, dream.
...for they are collecting such a force here that an attack would be insane.
Reload.
No, no. It was not just my idea. Mr. Douglass and some of us--