Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and President Lincoln.
Yeah. He a weak white boy.
Left. Up tight up there.
Yup
...that all this has not been in vain.
Do it!
... if you boys just turn right on around and head on back down that way...
-You may speak freely. -The boy's your friend, is he?
False quartermaster requisitions.
-Halt. -Shoulder arms!
You mean this child can't talk?
Kendric, division quartermaster.
Very good, sir.
Eyes...
Ready!
I'll talk to you later in your tent.
Oh, you're misinformed.
...a 42-pound carronade...
Well, then you're an idiot.
So it's the neck, right, captain?
And there is no doubt that we will leave this state...
Present arms!
Then the War Department decided to issue them pikes rather than guns.
I'LL SEE YOU IN CANCUN, KILO.
Shaw!
If you wouldn't mind getting down from your horse.
Fall in! On the double!
Better?
Now do it again. Only this time, I want it done quickly.
As you were.
Can you picture me in charge of a regiment?
...for those units whose fighting readiness...
Smart-mouth, stupid-ass, swamp-running nigger.
I am Colonel Robert Gould Shaw.
Robert! Are you all right?
Change the colors.
-I did, actually. -Well, I'm sure they'll do just fine.
...tomorrow at dusk.
See, someday they're gonna let the 54th get into it, see?
-Form a firing line right here! -No!
What about us?
Can anything be done?
I'm from around Tennessee.
I wanna talk to you.
You've got a lot to learn. You haven't had a master like me.
That's what you want, isn't it?
-No, I-- -You better get your butt up there, boy.
If you don't believe in what we're doing here...
Beating on a nigger make him feel strong.
Well, time's coming when we're gonna have to ante up.
Form companies?
... under Colonel Montgomery's expedition of the Combahee.
Yeah, button up that collar.
-Where you from? -Oh, round about here.
Like men?
I've sent for help.
Left-- Get your goddamn hand out of your pocket, soldier!
Keep your ranks!
You disagree?
Ready!
Million readers want to know what happens...
-Left. Left, right left. -See to it.
You are ugly Mexican, African fucking whores!
...many of my regiment had never seen a Negro.
...that we died for freedom.
He just a boy.
It is impossible to imagine Boston with slaves.
Hey.
Just say what you think. Just say what you feel. Go on now.
The prisoner is in position, sir.
Attention, battalion!
How do we do that?
Have they seen any mischief?
-Hey. Hey, old man, where from? -Massachusetts.
Certainly.