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Glory (film)

1989 American drama war film directed by Edward Zwick

Glory is a 1989 film about the US Civil War's first all-black volunteer regiment as they fight against the prejudices of both their own Union army and the Confederates.

Directed by Edward Zwick. Written by Kevin Jarre, based on books by Lincoln Kirstein and Peter Burchard and the letters of Robert Gould Shaw.
Their innocence. Their heritage. Their lives. Their bravery. Nothing would be spared in the fight for their freedom.

PlacardsEdit

 
If this man should fall, who will lift the flag and carry on?
  • Robert Gould Shaw, the son of wealthy Boston abolitionists, was 23 years old when he enlisted to fight in the War between the States.

    He wrote home regularly, telling his parents of life in the gathering Army of the Potomac.

    These letters are collected in the Houghton Library of Harvard University.

  • The 54th Massachusetts Brigade lost over half its number in the assault on Ft. Wagner. The supporting white brigades also suffered heavily before withdrawing.

    The fort was never taken.

    As word of their bravery spread, Congress at last authorized the raising of black troops throughout the Union. Over 180,000 volunteered.

    President Lincoln credited these men of color with helping turn the tide of the war.

Colonel Robert Gould ShawEdit

  • [opening lines, in a letter] Dear Mother, I hope you are keeping well and not worrying too much about me. You mustn't think that any of us are going to be killed, for they are collecting such a force here that an attack would be insane. The Massachusetts men passed through here this morning. How grand it is to meet the men from all the states, east and west, ready to fight fro their country, as the old fellows did in the Revolution. But this time, we must make it a whole country, for all who live here, so that all can speak. Before this war began, many of my regiment had never seen a negro, and now the roads are choked with the dispossessed. We fight for men and women whose poetry is not yet written, but which will presently be as enviable and as renowned as any. Last night, we heard of yet another defeat, but we are not disheartened. I am honored to be part of such a splendid company. They have made me captain, of which I am enormously proud. You would think it strange to see me giving orders to a hundred men, most of whom are older than I am. Thank you for sending my volume of Emerson. His words come home to me like truth. "A deep man," he says, "believes that the evil eye can wither, that the heart's blessing can heal, and that love can overcome all odds." My dearest love to Father. Your son, Robert.
  • Good morning gentlemen, I am Colonel Robert Gould Shaw. I am your commanding officer. It is a great pleasure to see you all here today. It is my hope that the same courage, spirit, and honor, which has brought us together, will one day restore this Union. May God bless us all.
  • Dear Mother, the men learn very quickly; faster than white troops, it seems to me. They are almost grave and sedate under instruction and they restrain themselves. But the moment they are dismissed from drill, every tongue is relaxed and every ivory tooth is visible and you would not know from the sound of it that this is an army camp. They must have learned this from long hours of meaningless, inhuman work to set their minds free so quickly. It gives them great energy. And there is no doubt we will leave this state as fine a regiment as any that as marched. As ever, your son, Robert.
  • It is my job to get these men ready. And I will. They have risked their lives to be here, they have given up their freedom. I owe them as much as they have given. I owe them my freedom... my life if necessary.
  • If you men will take no pay, then none of us will! [Holds up his own paycheck and tears it in half]
  • Dear Father, I need your help. Despite my many requests, it has become clear that we are to be used only for manual labor. Morale is low. The men's humor darkened by idleness and despair. Why keep drilling if they are never to be given the opportunity to prove themselves? I have written to Governor Andrew as well as to the general staff in Washington. But I feel that only a letter directly from you to Lincoln himself can have the desired effect. I can think of no other course. I am sure you both pray, as I do, that all this has not been in vain.
  • There's more to fighting than rest, sir. There's character. There's strength of heart. You should have seen us in action two days ago. We were a sight to see! We'll be ready, sir. When do you want us?
  • [Last words] Come on, Fifty-Fourth!

Major ForbesEdit

  • Mr. Rawlins, this regiment was formed with the promise that only white officers would be commissioned to lead it. Nothing was mentioned, however, about noncommissioned officers. Therefore, in recognition of initiative taken not only for yourself, but on behalf of the entire regiment, you are hereby awarded the rank of Sergeant Major. Congratulations.

Private TripEdit

  • [addressing the 54th the night before battle] I ain't much about no prayin,' now. I ain't never had no family, and... killed off my mama. Well, I just... Y'all's the onliest family I got. I love the 54th. Ain't even much a matter what happens tomorrow, 'cause we men, ain't we? We men.

OthersEdit

 
Give'em hell 54th!
  • Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins [to a group of children]: That's right, honeys. Ain't no dream. We runaway slaves, but we come back fightin' men. Go tell your folks how kingdom come in the year of jubilee!
  • Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: If tomorrow is our great getting up moment... If tomorrow we have to meet the judgment day... Heavenly father, we want you to let our folks know... that we died facing the enemy. We want'em to know, that we went down standing up! Amongst those that are fighting against our oppression. We want'em to know, heavenly father, that we died fighting for freedom!
  • Pvt. Jupiter Sharts: [praying aloud] Tomorrow we goes into battle. So Lordy, let me fight with the rifle in one hand and the Good Book in the other. So that if I may die at the muzzle of the rifle... die on water, or on land, I may know that you blessed Jesus almighty are with me... and I will have no fear.
  • Union Corporal: "Give'em hell 54th!"

DialogueEdit

Army Surgeon: Heard the latest?
Captain Robert G. Shaw: What's that?
Army Surgeon: Well, I heard it from a friend who's a dispatch rider, who got it from one of Stanton's clerks in the War Office. He says Lincoln is gonna issue an Emancipation Proclamation. Gonna free the slaves.
Captain Robert G. Shaw: What?
Army Surgeon: Well, maybe not the ones in the border states but he's gonna free some of 'em, anyway.
Captain Robert G. Shaw: My God.
Army Surgeon: Yeah, he said he would have done it sooner, only he was waiting for a big victory, which is, I guess what this is.

Trip: Wait, no. That's my space, nigger. I sleep better close by the door.
Thomas Searles: Well, if you don't mind, I'd prefer a space where there's more sufficient reading light.
Trip: Oh, I like it when niggers talk good as white folk!
Thomas Searles: I'd be happy to teach you. It would be my pleasure.
Trip: Hey, listen here, snowflake, I ain't got nothin' to learn from no house nigger, you hear?
Thomas Searles: I am a free man, as was my father before me.
Trip: Oh, you free, huh? Then move your free black ass out my space, before I have to bust it up!

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Sergeant Major!
Sergeant Mulcahy: Sir!
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: At ease, Sergeant.
Sergeant Mulcahy: Sir.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I have no doubt you are a fair man, Mulcahy. I wonder if you are treating these men too hard. [Mulcahy hesitates to speak.] You disagree. You may speak freely.
Sergeant Mulcahy: [referring to Searles] The boy's your friend, is he?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: We grew up together, yes.
Sergeant Mulcahy: Let him grow up some more.

[Sergeant Mulcahy is leading a Company of the 54th during a bayonet drill.]
Sergeant Mulcahy: Thrust! Develop! Guard! [walks past Private Jupiter Sharts] You're not a dancing school son, take his head off! Thrust! Develop! Guard! [walks to Corporal Thomas Searles] Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what have here? Bonny Prince Charlie and his little toy bayonet. Your not reading your books now. Go on, go on, get over here, get over here. Now stab me.
Thomas Searles: What?
Sergeant Mulcahy: Stab. Me. [Searles half-heartedly prods with his bayonet. Mulcahey sweeps it aside disdainfully.] Stab, not tickle! Hit me! [Searles again lunges with the bayonet] Come on! You prissy little schoolgirl, you're the worst Soldier in this whole company, now hit me![Thomas lunges with his bayonet, Mulcahy deftly grabs his weapon and viciously knocks him to the ground with it.] No shame son, get up. [Searles lies on the ground crying] I said get up!
Trip: Nigger forgot to duck, that's all. [a few other soldiers laugh]
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: [points at Trip] Sergeant, deal with that man.
Sergeant Mulcahy: [walks over to Trip, whispers] Let me tell you a wee secret, son. The only thing you're to learn to do is to keep your mouth shut. [pushes Trip back]

[Col. Shaw approaches Rawlins after having Trip horse-whipped for desertion.]
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Mr. Rawlins... this morning, I... it would be a great help if I could talk to you from time to time about the men. That's all.
[Shaw turns to leave]
John Rawlins: Shoes, sir. [Shaw turns around] The men need shoes, Colonel.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Yes, I've been after the quartermaster for some time.
John Rawlins: No, sir. Now. That boy ran off to find him some shoes, Colonel. He wants to fight. Same as the rest of us. More, even.

[Shaw enters the quartermaster's office while some of his soldiers guard the door]
Quartermaster Kendric: Good afternoon, Colonel. Change your mind about that bottle I was talking about?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I want 600 pairs of shoes and 1200 pairs of socks... and anything else you've been holding out on us, you piece of rat filth!
Quartermaster Kendric: I'd love to help you, Colonel, but we just don't have any.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Not for niggers, you don't!
Quartermaster Kendric: Not for anybody.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I see. Pity. I'll just look around to see if you haven't misplaced them, hmm?
[Shaw starts smashing up the place, throwing items off shelves and onto the floor.]
Quartermaster Kendric: HEY!
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: [Over the noise] Where are they, you son of a bitch?!
[Shaw throws items off another shelf]
Quartermaster Kendric: Damn it, you can't-!
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Can't I? I'm a colonel, you nasty little cuss! You really think you can keep 700 Union soldiers without proper shoes because you think it's funny? Now, where would that power come from?

 
Well, that might not be living, but it sure as hell ain't dying. And dying's what these white boys been doin' for going on three years now
[Trip and Searles are about to fight when Rawlins steps in]
Trip: Get your hands off me, gravedigger!
John Rawlins: Goddamn it! Does the whole world gotta stomp on your face?
Trip: Nigger, you better get your hands off me!
John Rawlins: Ain't no niggers around here, you hear me?
Trip: Oh, I see. So the white man give you a couple of stripes, next thing you hollerin' and orderin' everybody around, like you the massa himself! Nigger, you ain't nothin' but the white man's dog! Shit. [Rawlins slaps him.]
John Rawlins: And what are you? So full of hate you have to fight everybody because you've been whipped and chased by hounds. Well, that might not be living, but it sure as hell ain't dying. And dying's what these white boys been doin' for going on three years now, dying by the thousands! Dying for you, fool! I know, 'cuz I dug the graves. And all the time I keep askin' myself, "When, O Lord, when gonna be our time?" Gonna come a time when we all gonna hafta ante up and kick in like men. LIKE MEN! You watch who you callin' nigger. If there's any niggers round here, it's YOU! Smart-mouthed, stupid-ass, swamp-runnin' nigger. And if you ain't careful, that's all you ever gonna be.

Trip: I ain't fightin' this war for you, sir.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I see.
Trip: I mean, what's the point? Ain't nobody gonna win. It's just gonna go on and on.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Can't go on forever.
Trip: Yeah, but ain't nobody gonna win, sir.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Somebody's gonna win.
Trip: Who? I mean, you get to go on back to Boston, big house and all that. What about us? What do we get?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Well, you won't get anything if we lose. What do you want to do?
Trip: I don't know, sir.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: It stinks, I suppose.
Trip: Yeah, it stinks bad. And we all covered up in it. Ain't nobody clean. Be nice to get clean though.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: How do we do that?
Trip: We ante up and kick in, sir. But I still don't want to carry your flag.

Trip: See, the way I figure, I figure this war would be over a whole lot sooner if you boys just turned right on around and headed back on down that way, and you let us head on up there where the real fighting is.
Union Soldier: There's men dyin' up that road.
Trip: And there wouldn't be nothing but rebs dyin' if they'd let the 54th in it.
Union Solder: Listen-
[Men of both regiments argue and begin fighting]
Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: Hold it! As you were, Trip! As you were! [To the Connecticut soldiers] You men move on.
10th Connecticut Corporal: [Scoffing as he notices Rawlins' rank] Stripes on a nigger. That's like tits on a bull!
Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: You're lookin' at a higher rank, Corporal. You'll obey and like it.
10th Connecticut Corporal: Make me.
Trip: I'll make you!
[The 10th Connecticut soldiers push forward again and the fight resumes; Major Forbes arrives on his horse]
Major Cabot Forbes: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! [The fighting immediately stops]
Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: Attention!
Major Cabot Forbes: [Pointing at the 10th Connecticut Corporal] You! Yes, you! What's your name? I'm putting you up on charges!
[The Corporal freezes in fear, unable to speak]
Sgt. Maj. Rawlins: Ain't no cause for that, sir.
Major Cabot Forbes: What's that, Sergeant?
Sgt. Maj. John Rawlins: It's just a soldiers' fight, sir.
Major Cabot Forbes: All right. You men move along. [pause] MOVE IT!
[The 54th resumes its work and the 10th Connecticut continues marching; the Corporal looks at Rawlins briefly, then rejoins his unit.]

General Charles Harker: Ah, Shaw. Sit down. [Shaw remains standing] Well, Colonel, what can I do for you?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: You can give me and my regiment a transfer to combat command.
General Charles Harker: Couldn't do it, Colonel. You're much too valuable to my operations here.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: [after a long pause] May I sit? [Harker motions for Shaw to sit.] Thank you. [to Major Forbes] Major. [Shaw and Forbes both sit down] I've written a letter to my father, asking him to press Governor Andrew and President Lincoln. But I don't have to wait for all that, do I?
General Charles Harker: [to Colonel Montgomery] Colonel Montgomery, would you bring that ashtray over here?
[Colonel Montgomery stops playing the piano and walks over to the desk with an ashtray. General Harker lights a cigar]
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: But valuable to your operations here, do you say? Your foraging, your depredations? Yes, I've become quite a student of your operations in this region. Thirty-four mansions, I think it was, pillaged and burned under Colonel Montgomery's expedition of the Combahee. Four thousand bales of cotton smuggled through the lines with payment to parties unknown, except by you. False quartermaster requisitions. Major Forbes here has seen the copies.
Major Cabot Forbes: Yes, indeed. Along with confiscated valuables shipped north as personal baggage.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Shall I go on?
General Charles Harker: Can you?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I can report you to the War Department. Oh, yes. I can do that.
General Charles Harker: [stands] Let you take your regiment out to fight. That's what you want, isn't it? Show what they can do.
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: When?
General Charles Harker: [chuckles] You are bright-eyed, aren't you?
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: When?
General Charles Harker: Just as soon as I can write the orders.

[The Regiment is assembled for the attack on Fort Wagner.]
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: [points to the color-bearer] If this man should fall, who will lift the flag and carry on?
Thomas Searles: [steps forward] I will.
Soldiers: Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!!
Colonel Robert G. Shaw: I'll see you in the fort, Thomas.

Colonel Robert G. Shaw: Come on, Fifty-fourth! [Shaw is shot]
Major Cabot Forbes: ROBERT!
[Shaw struggles forward, but is shot two more times and falls dead]
Trip: [Gets up and take the flag from the dead Union soldier] COME ON! [Trip begins to carry the flag forward, but is shot and killed]
[Trip's courageous call increases the morale of all Union troops in the battle]
Major Cabot Forbes: CHARGE! [All men charge uphill toward the Fort]

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