Kid The CD1
What do we care if we were expelled?
The war's gonna start, so we would've left anyhow.
War! lsn't it exciting, Scarlett?
-Those fool Yankees want a war. -We'll show them!
Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war!
This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party.
l get so bored l could scream.
Besides, there isn't going to be any war.
-Not gonna be any war? -Of course there'll be a war.
lf either of you boys says ''war'' once again. . .
. . .l'll go in the house.
-But, Scarlett! -Don't you want us to have a war?
-Wait a minute, honey, please! -We're sorry.
Well. . . .
But remember, l warned you.
l've got an idea!
We'll talk about the Wilkes' barbecue at Twelve Oaks.
You're eating barbecue with us, aren't you?
l haven't thought about that yet. l'll think about that tomorrow.
We want all your waltzes.
First Brent, then me, then Brent, and so on.
-Promise? -Why, l'd just love to.
lf only l didn't have every one of them taken already.
-You can't do that to us! -We'll tell you a secret.
A secret? Who by?
You know Melanie Hamilton?
Ashley Wilkes' cousin? She's visiting--
That goody-goody! Who wants to know about her?
Anyway, we heard-- They say--
Ashley Wilkes is gonna marry her.
-Wilkeses always marry their cousins. -Do we get those waltzes?
lt can't be true! Ashley loves me!
-What's gotten into her? -Suppose we made her mad?
Where are you going without your shawl and the night air coming?
How come you didn't ask them gentlemen to supper?
You got no more manners than a field hand.
After me and Miss Ellen done labored with you!
Come on in before you catch your death of dampness.
No! l'm going to wait for Pa to come home.
Come on in here!
-Who says it's quitting time? -l said.
l's the foreman. l say when it's quitting time at Tara.
There's none in the county can touch you, and none in the state.
How proud of yourself you are!
Well, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, so you've been spying on me.
Like your sister, you'll tell your mother that l was jumping again.
You know l'm no tattletale like Suellen.
But after you broke your knee last year jumping that fence--
l'll not have me own daughter telling me what l shall jump and not jump.
lt's my own neck, so it is.
All right, Pa, you jump what you please.
-How are they at Twelve Oaks? -The Wilkeses?
ln the stew you'd expect with a barbecue and talking nothing but war.
Bother the war! Was there anyone else there?
Their cousin Melanie and her brother, Charles.
Melanie Hamilton is a pale-faced, mealy-mouthed ninny!
Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so.
Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.
What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?
Nothing. Let's go into the house.
Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked you to marry him?
Nor will he.
l had it in strict confidence from John Wilkes today. . .
. . .Ashley's going to marry Melanie.
lt'll be announced tomorrow night at the ball.
l don't believe it!
Here! Where are you off to?
What are you about?
Have you been running after a man who's not in love with you?
When you might have any other?
l haven't been running after him, it's. . .
. . .just a surprise.
Now, don't be jerking your chin at me!
lf Ashley wanted to marry you, l'd have misgivings.
l want my girl to be happy. You'd not be happy with him.
l would! l would!
What's the difference who you marry? So long as he's a Southerner.
And when l'm gone, l'll leave Tara to you.
l don't want it. lt doesn't mean anything--
Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett. . .
. . .that land doesn't mean anything to you?
Land is the only thing in the world worth working for. . .
. . .worth fighting for, worth dying for.
-lt's the only thing that lasts! -You talk like an lrishman.
lt's proud l am that l'm lrish. Don't you be forgetting. . .
. . .that you're half lrish too.
To anyone with a drop of lrish blood in them. . .
. . .the land they live on is like their mother.
But there now. You're just a child.
lt'll come to you, this love of the land.
There's no getting away from it if you're lrish.
Here she comes!
Scarlett, Suellen, Carreen, your mama's home!
Acting like a wet nurse to them white-trash Slatterys. . .
. . .instead of eating her supper. Set up the fire!
Got no business wearing herself out. . . .
Pork! Take the lamp out on the porch.
Wearing herself out. Mr. Gerald, Miss Ellen's home!
Waiting on them poor white trash.
Shut up, dog! Barking in the house!
Get up from there! Don't you hear Miss Ellen?
Get out there and get her medicine chest!
We was worried about you, Miss Ellen.
lt's all right, Pork. l'm home.
Mrs. O'Hara, we finished plowing the creek bottom today.
What do you want me to start on tomorrow?
Mr. Wilkerson, l've just come from Emmie Slattery's bedside.
Your child has been born.
My child, ma'am? l'm sure l don't understand.
Has been born and mercifully has died.
Good night, Mr. Wilkerson.
l fix your supper myself and you eats it.
-Yes, after prayers, Mammy. -Yes'm.
Mr. O'Hara, you must dismiss Jonas Wilkerson.
Dismiss him, Mrs. O'Hara? He's the best overseer in the county.
He must go tomorrow morning, the first thing!
The Yankee Wilkerson and the white-trash Slattery girl?
-We'll discuss it later, Mr. O'Hara. -Yes, Mrs. O'Hara.
Scarlett's dress is prettier than mine!
Can't she wear my pink? l wanna wear Scarlett's green dress.
l don't like your tone, Suellen. Your pink gown's lovely.
-Can't l stay up for the ball? -You may wear my garnets.
Why can't l stay up for the ball tomorrow?
You look tired, my dear. l'm worried about you.
l'm all right, Mother.
Why can't l stay up for the ball? l'm 1 3 now.
You may go to the barbecue.
l didn't want your tacky dress anyhow!
-Hush up! -Prayers, girls.
--and to all the saints, that l have sinned in thought, word and deed. . .
. . .through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.
Therefore, l beseech thee, blessed Mary, ever virgin. . .
. . .blessed Michael the Archangel. . .
. . .blessed John the Baptist. . .
. . .the Holy Apostles, Peter and Paul, and all the saints. . .
. . .pray to the Lord. . . .
Ashley doesn't know l love him.
l'll tell him that l love him. . .
. . .and then he can't marry.
Hear thee Almighty, most merciful Lord. . .
. . .grant us pardon, absolution and remission of our sins. Amen.
Just hold on and suck in!
Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles.
Take it back to the kitchen. l won't eat a bite.
Yes'm, you is!
You's gonna eat every mouthful.
No, l'm not!
Put on the dress. We're late already.
-What my lamb gonna wear? -That.
No, you ain't! You can't show your bosom before 3:00!
l'm gonna speak to your ma!
lf you say one word to Mother, l won't eat a bite.
Well. . . .
Keep your shawl on. l ain't aiming for you to get freckled. . .
. . .after the buttermilk l done put on you, bleaching them freckles.
Now, Miss Scarlett. You come on and be good and eat just a little, honey.
l'm going to have a good time today and eat at the barbecue.
lf you don't care what folks says, l does!
You can always tell a lady by how she eats in front of folks like a bird.
l ain't aiming for you to go to John Wilkes' and gobble like a hog!
Ashley told me he likes girls with a healthy appetite.
What gentlemens says and thinks is different things.
And l ain't noticed Mr. Ashley asking for to marry you.
Now, don't eat too fast. Ain't no need a having it come right back up again.
Why is it a girl has to be so silly to catch a husband?
Scarlett O'Hara! lf you're not down here by the time l count 1 0. . .
-. . .we'll go without you! -l'm coming, Pa!
One, two, three, four, five. . . .
My stays are so tight, l'll never get through the day without belching!
Well, John Wilkes.
-lt's a grand day for the barbecue. -So it seems, Gerald.
Why isn't Mrs. O'Hara with you?
She's settling accounts with the overseer, but she'll be along tonight.
-Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara. -Thank you kindly, lndia.
Your daughter's getting prettier every day, John.
Here are the O'Hara girls. We must greet them.
l can't stand Scarlett. She throws herself at Ashley.
That's your brother's business.
You must remember your duties as hostess.
Good morning, girls. You're looking lovely.
Good morning, Scarlett.
lndia Wilkes, what a lovely dress!
l just can't take my eyes off it.
Good morning, Miss Scarlett.
You look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.
lt's a pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.
Scarlett, my dear!
l've been looking for you everywhere.
l've got something l must tell you. Can't we go someplace quiet?
Yes, l'd like to, but l have something to tell you too.
Something l hope you'll be glad to hear.
Come say hello to my cousin Melanie first.
Do we have to?
She's been looking forward to seeing you again.
-Here's Scarlett. -Scarlett!
l'm so glad to see you again.
Melanie, what a surprise to run into you here.
l hope you'll stay with us a few days.
l hope l shall stay long enough for us to become real friends.
-l do want us to be. -We'll keep her here, won't we?
We'll make the biggest fuss over her!
lf anybody can give a girl a good time, it's Ashley.
Our good times must seem silly to you. You're so serious.
Oh, Scarlett, you have so much life.
l've always admired you. l wish l could be more like you.
You mustn't flatter me and say things you don't mean.
Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere. Could they, my dear?
She's not like you, is she, Ashley?
He never means a word he says to any girl.
Why, Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you!
But, Miss O'Hara, l--
Was it kind to bring your good-looking brother here to break my poor heart?
Now that Charles is your beau, she's after him like a hornet.
Charles, l want to eat barbecue with you.
Don't go philandering with any other girl, because l'm mighty jealous.
l won't, Miss O'Hara. l couldn't!
l do declare, Frank Kennedy! You look dashing with those new whiskers.
Thank you, thank you, Miss Scarlett.
Charles and Wade asked me to eat with them, but l told them l promised you.
You needn't be so amused. She's after your beau now.
That's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett.
l'll see what l can do.
Why's your sister mad? You sparking her beau?
As if l couldn't do better than that old maid in britches.
Brent and Stuart, you handsome old things!
l didn't mean it. l'm mad at you!
What have we done?
You haven't been near me all day! l wore this old dress for you.
l was counting on eating with you.
-You are, Scarlett. -Of course you are, honey.
l never can make up my mind which of you is the handsomest.
l was awake all last night trying to figure it out.
-Cathleen, who's that? -Who?
That man looking at us and smiling.
The nasty dark one.
Don't you know? That's Rhett Butler. He's from Charleston.
He has a most terrible reputation.
He looks as if he knows what l look like without my shimmy.
My dear, he isn't received.
He spends his time up North because his folks won't speak to him.
He was expelled from West Point, he's so fast.
And there's that business about the girl he wouldn't marry.
He took her out buggy-riding in the late afternoon without a chaperon. . .
. . .and then he refused to marry her!
No, but she was ruined just the same.
Ashley. . . .
You seem to belong here. . .
. . .as if it had all been imagined for you.
l feel l belong to the things you love.
-You love Twelve Oaks as l do. -Yes, Ashley.
l love it as more than a house.
lt's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and beautiful.
lt's so unaware that it may not last forever.
You're afraid of what may happen if the war comes?
But we don't have to be afraid for us.
No war can come into our world, Ashley.
Whatever comes, l'll love you. . .
. . .just as l do now, until l die.
lsn't this better than a table?
A girl hasn't got but two sides to her at a table.
-l'll get her dessert. -She said me!
Allow me, Miss O'Hara?
l think. . . .
l think Charles Hamilton may get it.
Thank you, Miss O'Hara. Thank you!
Go get it, boy! lsn't he the luckiest. . . .
Miss O'Hara. . .
. . .l love you.
l don't guess l'm as hungry as l thought.
Why do l have to take a nap? l'm not tired.
Well-brought-up ladies takes naps at parties.
lt's time you behave and act like you was Miss Ellen's daughter.
When we were in Saratoga, l didn't see Yankee girls taking naps.
And you won't see no Yankee girls at the ball, neither.
How was Ashley today?
He didn't pay much attention to you.
You mind your own business!
You'll be lucky you don't lose whisker-face Kennedy.
You're sweet on Ashley, and his engagement's being announced tonight.
That's as much as you know.
You ought to behave yourself! Acting like poor white-trash children!
lf you's old enough for parties, you should act like ladies!
We've borne enough insults from the Yankees.
We'll keep our slaves with or without their approval.
'Twas the sovereign right of Georgia to secede from the Union.
The South must assert herself by force of arms.
After we've fired on the Yankee rascals at Fort Sumter, we've got to fight.
-There's no other way. -That's right!
Let the Yankees ask for peace.
The situation's very simple. The Yankees can't fight and we can.
There won't be a battle. They'll turn and run.
-One Southerner can lick 20 Yankees. -We'll finish them in one battle.
Gentlemen can always fight better than rabble.
Gentlemen always fight better.
What does the captain of our Troop say?
Well, gentlemen. . .
. . .if Georgia fights, l go with her.
l hope the Yankees let us leave the Union in peace.
Ashley, they've insulted us!
You can't mean you don't want war?
Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars.
And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were about.
Now, gentlemen. Mr. Butler's been up North, l hear.
Don't you agree with us?
l think it's hard winning a war with words.
What do you mean, sir?
There's not a cannon factory in the whole South.
What difference does that make to a gentleman?
lt'll make a great difference to a great many gentlemen, sir.
Are you hinting that the Yankees can lick us?
No, l'm not hinting.
l'm saying plainly, the Yankees are better equipped than we.
They've got factories, shipyards, coal mines. . .
. . .and a fleet to bottle up our harbors and starve us.
All we've got is cotton and slaves. . .
. . .and arrogance.
l refuse to listen to any renegade talk!
-l'm sorry if the truth offends you. -Apologies aren't enough, sir.
l hear you were turned out of West Point.
And you aren't received in any family in Charleston.
Not even your own!
l apologize again for all my shortcomings.
Perhaps you won't mind if l look over your place?
l seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy and cigars. . .
. . .and dreams of victory.
That's just what you can expect from somebody like Rhett Butler.
You did everything but call him out.
-He refused to fight. -Not quite.
-He refused to take advantage of you. -Of me?
He's one of the best shots in the country, as he's proved many times.
l'll show him!
Please. Don't go tweaking his nose anymore.
You may be needed for more important fighting.
lf you'll excuse me, Mr. Butler's our guest.
l think l'll just show him around.
Who are you hiding from in here?
What are you up to?
Why aren't you upstairs, resting with the other girls?
What is this, Scarlett, a secret?
-l love you. -Scarlett!
l love you, l do!
lsn't it enough that you gathered every other man's heart today?
You've always had mine. You cut your teeth on it.
Don't tease me now.
Have l your heart, my darling? l love you!
You mustn't say such things.
You'll hate me for hearing them.
l could never hate you, and l know you must care about me.
You do care, don't you?
Can't we go away and forget we ever said these things?
But how can we do that?
-Don't you want to marry me? -l'm going to marry Melanie.
But you can't! Not if you care for me!
Why must you make me say things that will hurt you?
How can l make you understand?
You're so young, you don't know what marriage means.
l know l love you, and l want to be your wife.
You don't love Melanie.
She's like me, Scarlett.
She's my blood and we understand each other.
But you love me!
How could l help loving you?
You have all the passion for life that l lack.
That kind of love isn't enough for two people as different as we are.
Why not say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me.
You'd marry that fool who can only say. . .
. . . ''yes,'' ''no'' and raise a passel of mealy-mouthed brats!
You mustn't say that!
Who are you to tell me l mustn't? You led me on!
-You made me believe you'd marry me. -Scarlett, be fair!
-l never at any time-- -lt's true, you did!
l'll hate you till l die!
l can't think of anything bad enough to call you!
Has the war started?
Sir, you should have made your presence known.
ln the middle of that beautiful love scene?
That wouldn't have been tactful, would it?
But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.
-Sir, you are no gentleman. -And you, miss, are no lady.
l don't hold that against you. Ladies never held any charm for me.
First you take advantage of me, then you insult me!
l meant it as a compliment.
l hope to see more of you, when you're free of the spell of Mr. Wilkes.
He doesn't strike me as good enough for a girl of your--
What was it? Your ''passion for living. ''
How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boots!
And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.
She certainly made a fool of herself running after all the men.
That's not fair, lndia.
She's so attractive, men naturally flock to her.
Melanie, you're just too good to be true.
-Didn't you see her going after Charles? -And she knows Charles belongs to me.
You're wrong, lndia.
Scarlett's just high-spirited and vivacious.
Men flirt with girls like that, but they don't marry them.
l think you're being very mean to her.
Mr. Lincoln's called volunteers to fight against us!
Don't you men think about anything important?
But it's war! Everybody's going off to enlist. l'm going too!
Miss O'Hara, will you be sorry?
To see us go?
l'll cry into my pillow every night.
Miss O'Hara, l told you l loved you.
You're the most beautiful girl in the world, and the sweetest, the dearest.
l couldn't hope that you could love me.
l'm so clumsy and stupid and not nearly good enough for you.
But if you could think of marrying me, l'd do anything in the world for you.
What did you say?
Miss O'Hara, l said, ''Would you marry me?''
Yes, Mr. Hamilton, l will.
You will? You'll marry me? You'll wait for me?
-l don't think l'd want to wait. -You'll marry me before l go?
Oh, Miss O'Hara! Scarlett.
When may l speak to your father?
The sooner the better.
l'll go now, l can't wait. Will you excuse me, dear?
Mr. O'Hara! Mr. O'Hara!
-lt'll be a week before they call me. -A week till they take you away from me!
l thought of you at our wedding yesterday. . .
. . .and l hoped yours would be as beautiful.
-And it was! -Was it?
Now we're really and truly sisters.
Don't cry, darling.
The war will be over in a few weeks, and l'll be coming back to you.
l don't care! l'm too young to be a widow.
Why, l'd just go around scaring people in that thing.
You shouldn't be around people. You's in mourning!
For what? l don't feel anything.
Why should l have to pretend and pretend?
What is it?
What is it?
My life is over!
-Nothing will ever happen to me anymore! -Darling. . . .
Mother, l know you think l'm horrible.
But l just can't bear going around in black.
lt's bad enough not being able to go to parties. But looking this way too?
l don't think you're at all horrible.
lt's only natural you want to look young and be young when you are young.
How would you like to visit somewhere? Savannah, perhaps?
What would l do in Savannah?
Well, Atlanta then. There's lots going on there.
And you can stay with Melanie and her Aunt Pittypat.
l could, couldn't l?
Mother, you're sweeter than anybody in the world!
You'd like it, really?
All right, then. Now stop your crying and smile.
You can take Prissy with you.
Start packing Miss Scarlett's things, Mammy.
l'll go write the necessary letters.
Savannah would be better. You'll get in trouble in Atlanta.
What are you talking about?
You know what l's talking about. Ashley Wilkes.
He'll come to Atlanta for his leave, and you waiting for him just like a spider!
-He belongs to Miss Melanie-- -Go pack my things like Mother said!
They're all whispering, and l know it's about her!
What's it matter, Pittypat?
Scarlett's living under my roof, so they think l'm responsible for her.
And for a widow to appear in public at a social gathering. . .
. . .every time l think of it, l feel faint.
You know Scarlett came here only to help raise money for the Cause.
lt was splendid of her to make the sacrifice.
Anyone hearing you talk would think she came to dance instead of sell things.
Ladies and gentlemen, l have important news! Glorious news!
Another triumph for our magnificent men in arms!
General Lee has completely whipped the enemy. . .
. . .and swept the Yankee army northward from Virginia!
And now, a happy surprise for all of us.
We have with us tonight, that most daring of all blockade runners. . .
. . .whose fleet schooners, slipping past the Yankee guns. . .
. . .have brought us here the very woolens and laces we wear tonight.
l refer to that will-o'-the-wisp of the bounding main.
None other than our friend from Charleston. . .
. . .Captain Rhett Butler!
Captain Butler, such a pleasure to see you again.
l met you last at my husband's home.
That's kind of you to remember, Mrs. Wilkes.
Did you meet Captain Butler at Twelve Oaks?
Yes, l think so.
Only for a moment. lt was in the library.
You had broken something.
Yes, Captain Butler, l remember you.
Ladies, the Confederacy asks for your jewelry on behalf of our noble Cause.
We aren't wearing any. We're in mourning.
On behalf of Mrs. Wilkes and Mrs. Hamilton.
Thank you, Captain Butler.
Just a moment, please.
But it's your wedding ring, ma'am.
lt may help my husband more off my finger.
That was a very beautiful thing to do.
You can have mine too. For the Cause.
And you, Mrs. Hamilton. l know just how much that means to you.
-Dr. Meade? -l need your approval. . .
. . .for something we want to do that's rather shocking.
Will you excuse us?
l'll say one thing. The war makes the most peculiar widows.
l wish you'd go!
lf you had any raising, you'd know l'd never want to see you again!
Now, why be silly?
You've no reason for hating me.
l'll carry your guilty secret to my grave.
l'd be very unpatriotic to hate a great hero of the war.
l declare, l was surprised you turned out to be a noble character.
l can't bear to take advantage of your little-girl ideas.
l'm neither noble nor heroic.
-But you are a blockade runner? -For profit, and profit only.
You don't believe in the Cause?
Rhett Butler is the only cause l know. The rest doesn't mean much to me.
And now, ladies and gentlemen. . .
. . .l have a surprise to benefit the hospital.
Gentlemen, if you wish to lead the reel with the lady of your choice. . .
. . .you must bid for her!
Caroline Meade, how can you let your husband conduct this slave auction!
Darlene Merriwether, how dare you criticize me!
Melanie told the doctor that if it's for the Cause, it's quite all right.
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Where are my smelling salts?
-l think l shall faint. -Don't you dare faint, Pittypat!
lf Melanie says it's all right, it is all right.
Come, gentlemen, do l hear your bids? Make your offers!
Don't be bashful, gentlemen!
$20! $20 for Miss Maybelle Merriwether!
$25 for Miss Fanny Elsing!
Only $25 to give your--
-$1 50 in gold. -For what lady, sir?
For Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
For whom, sir?
Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
Mrs. Hamilton is in mourning.
But l'm sure any of our belles would be proud to--
Dr. Meade, l said Mrs. Charles Hamilton.
She will not consider it, sir.
Oh, yes, l will!
Choose your partners for the Virginia reel!
We've shocked the Confederacy.
lt's like blockade running, isn't it?
lt's worse. l expect a very fancy profit out of it.
l don't care what you expect. l'm gonna dance and dance!
Tonight l wouldn't mind dancing with Abe Lincoln himself!
Another dance and my reputation will be lost.
With courage you can do without one.
You do talk scandalous!
You do waltz divinely, Captain Butler.
Don't start flirting with me. l'm not one of your plantation beaus.
l want more than flirting from you.
What do you want?
l'll tell you, if you'll take that Southern belle simper off your face.
Someday l want you to say to me the words l heard you say to Ashley Wilkes.
''l love you. ''
That's something you'll never hear from me as long as you live.
How sweet. How kind. He is a thoughtful gentleman.
Fiddle-dee-dee! Why doesn't he say something about my sacrifice?
Oh, the darling thing!
Rhett, it's lovely, lovely!
You didn't bring it all the way from Paris just for me.
l thought it was about time l got you out of that fake mourning.
Next trip l'll bring you some green silk for a frock to match it.
lt's my duty to our. . .
. . .brave boys at the front to keep our girls at home looking pretty.
lt's so long since l had anything new!
How do l look?
Awful! Just awful!
Why? What's the matter?
This war's stopped being a joke when a girl doesn't know the latest fashion.
Oh, Rhett! Let me do it.
But, Rhett, l don't know how l'd dare wear it!
You will, though.
And another thing, those pantalets!
l don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalets.
What do they-- You shouldn't talk about such things.
You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.
l can't go on accepting these gifts, though you're awfully kind.
l'm not kind. l'm tempting you.
l never give without expecting something in return. l always get paid.
l won't marry you to pay for the bonnet.
Don't flatter yourself. l'm not a marrying man.
Well, l won't kiss you for it either.
Open your eyes and look at me.
No, l don't think l will kiss you.
Although you need kissing, badly.
That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often.
And by someone who knows how.
And l suppose you think you're the proper person!
l might be, if the right moment ever came.
You're a conceited, black-hearted varmint!
l don't know why l let you come and see me.
l'll tell you why, Scarlett.
l'm the only man over 1 6 and under 60 who's around to show you a good time.
But cheer up. The war can't last much longer.
Really, Rhett? Why?
There's a battle going on now that ought to fix things. . .
. . .one way or the other.
ls Ashley in it?
So you haven't gotten the wooden-headed Mr. Wilkes out of your mind.
-Yes, l suppose he's in it. -But tell me, where is it?
Some little town in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg.
Here you is. They was fighting for them so, it got tore in half.
Scarlett, you look.
The W's at the end.
Wellman, Wendel, White, Whitman, Wilkens, Williams, Woolsey, Wortman--
Scarlett, you've passed him!
He isn't there! He isn't there!
Ashley's safe, he isn't listed!
Oh, he's safe. He's safe!
Scarlett, you're so sweet to worry about Ashley like this for me.
l must go to her.
Don't, my dear. Not here.
Let's go home.
Dr. Meade, not--?
Yes, our boy Darcy.
l was making these mittens for him.
He won't need them now.
Well, l'm gonna enlist.
l'll show them! l'll kill those Yankees!
You hush your mouth.
You think it'll help your mother to have you shot too? lt's silly!
lt's a black day, Scarlett.
Haven't had bad news, have you?
-Ashley's safe. -l'm glad, for Mrs. Wilkes' sake.
There are so many others.
-Any of your friends? -About every family in the county.
The Tarleton boys, both of them.
Look at them. All these poor tragic people.
The South's sinking to its knees. lt'll never rise again.
The cause of living in the past is dying right in front of us.
l never heard you talk like that.
l'm angry. Waste always makes me angry and that's what this is, sheer waste!
But don't you be downcast.
Ashley's still alive to come home to the women who love him.
Both of them.
You're here! You're really here at last!
Oh, my dear, l've waited so long!
Melanie, my dear, my darling wife!
But we're forgetting Scarlett.
Why, is this any way to greet a returning warrior?
Ashley, l. . . .
Merry Christmas, Ashley.
Come on, old gentleman, come on. We's ate all your wives.
We's ate all your little chicks.
You got nobody to worry your head about leaving.
Come on. Now you just stand still so you. . .
. . .can be Christmas for the white folks.
Now, hold on!
Don't go getting so uppity.
Even if you is the last chicken in Atlanta.
Let's not talk about the war.
Let's talk Twelve Oaks and Tara and times before there was a war.
Could we have the wine?
Why did you say there wasn't enough?
There's plenty. lt's the very last of my father's fine Madeira.
He got it from his uncle Admiral Will Hamilton of Savannah. . .
. . .who married his cousin Jessica Carroll of Carrolton. . .
. . .who was his second cousin and akin to the Wilkeses too.
l saved it to wish Ashley a merry Christmas.
But you mustn't drink it all at once, because it is the last.
l meant it, my dear. lt was a lovely Christmas gift.
Only generals have tunics like this.
l'm so happy you like it.
Where did you get the cloth?
lt was sent by a Charleston lady.
l nursed her son while he was in the hospital before he died and--
You will take good care of it, won't you?
You won't let it get torn. Promise me.
You mustn't worry.
l'll bring it back to you without any holes in it. l promise.
Good night, my dear.
Good night, Scarlett, darling.
Uncle Peter, is it time for Mr. Ashley to leave?
Pretty quick now, Miss Scarlett.
Melanie isn't going to the depot? She hasn't changed her mind?
She's laying down.
She's so upset, Mr. Wilkes told her she can't even come downstairs.
Ashley, let me go to the depot with you.
Scarlett, l'd rather remember you as you are now.
Not shivering at the depot.
l've got a present for you too!
Why, Scarlett, it's beautiful!
Tie it on me, my dear.
While Melly was making a new tunic, l made this to go with it.
You made it yourself?
Well, then l shall value it all the more.
You know there's nothing l wouldn't do for you.
There's something you can do for me.
What is it?
Will you look after Melanie for me?
She's so frail and gentle, and she loves you so much.
-lf l were killed-- -You mustn't say that! lt's bad luck.
Say a prayer, quickly.
You say one for me.
We shall need all our prayers. Now the end is coming.
The end of the war. . .
. . .and the end of our world, Scarlett.
But you don't think the Yankees are beating us?
My men are barefooted now!
And the snow in Virginia's deep.
When l see them, and l see the Yankees coming and coming. . .
. . .always more and more!
When the end does come, l shall be far away.
lt'll be a comfort to me to know that she has you.
You will promise, won't you?
ls that all, Ashley?
All except. . .goodbye.
l can't let you go!
You must be brave. You must!
How else can l bear going?
Oh, Scarlett! You're so fine and strong and beautiful.
Not just your sweet face, my dear. . .
. . .but you.
Ashley, kiss me. Kiss me goodbye.
No, Scarlett. No!
Ashley, l love you.
l've always loved you. l've never loved anyone else.
l only married Charles just to hurt you.
Ashley, tell me you love me.
l'll live on it the rest of my life!
When the war's over, Ashley.
When the war's over.
--and there's a place back home. . .
. . .where a wild plum tree comes to flower in the springtime. . .
. . .down by the creek, you know.
Yes, l know, l know.
When we were little, my brother Jeff and l used to--
l told you about my brother Jeff, didn't l, ma'am?
l know l did. He. . . .
We don't know where Jeff is now, ma'am.
Since Bull Run, we haven't heard anything and--
Please, we must have your temperature now.
Just take this in your mouth and not talk anymore. Not just now.
Melanie, l'm so tired. l've got to go home.
Aren't you tired, Melanie?
No, l'm not tired, Scarlett.
This might be Ashley. . .
. . .and only strangers here to comfort him.
No, l'm not tired, Scarlett.
They could all be. . .
. . .Ashley.
l've been waiting one solid hour to speak to you, Mrs. Wilkes.
Go on, you trash. Don't be pestering these ladies.
-Don't talk to her. -lt's all right.
Who are you?
l'm Belle Watling.
But that don't matter. You think l got no business here.
Tell me what you want to see me about.
First time l come here, l says, ''Belle, you're a nurse. ''
They didn't want my kind of nursing. They was more than likely right.
Then l tried giving them money. My money wasn't good enough either!
The old peahens!
l know a gentleman who says you're a human being.
lf you are, which they ain't, you'll take my money for the hospital.
What are you doing here? Haven't you been told twice?
l'm conversing with Mrs. Wilkes!
You might as well take my money. lt's good money, even if it is mine.
-l'm sure you're very generous. -l'm a Confederate, like everybody else.
Of course you are!
Some folks here wouldn't feel that way.
But maybe they ain't as good Christians as you.
Look, Mrs. Meade, it's a great deal of money.
1 0, 20, 30, 50!
And it's not our paper money, it's gold!
Let me see that handkerchief.
And she's driving away in Rhett Butler's carriage!
lf l just wasn't a lady, what wouldn't l tell that varmint!
''The Lord is my shepherd, l shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He restoreth my soul.
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea, though l walk through the valley of the shadow of death. . .
. . .l will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.
Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me. ''
Yankees! Dr. Meade, they're getting closer.
They'll never get into Atlanta. Never get through old Peg Leg Hood.
Give me something for the pain!
Give me something for the pain!
Sorry, son, we haven't got anything to give you.
These animals is driving me crazy!
What luck! You got my jack.
Give me an ace and l'll start another war.
And l'll bid the moon.
--that l never see you and my Pa again.
This leg's got to come off.
No, don't! Leave me alone!
l'm sorry, soldier.
-We're all out of chloroform. -We'll operate without it.
No, no, you won't! You can't do it.
l won't let you do it!
Tell Dr. Wilson to take this leg off. lt's gangrene.
l haven't seen my family in three days.
l'm going home for half an hour.
Orderly, give me a lift!
Nurse, you can free this bed.
Why, Frank Kennedy.
Miss Suellen. ls she well?
When did they bring you in? Are you bad hurt?
-Suellen. ls she--? -She's all right.
Dr. Wilson needs you in the operating room. He's gonna take off that leg.
l'll be back.
No! You leave me alone! Don't!
l can't stand it!
Don't cut! Don't cut!
Don't! Don't! Please!
Where's the nurse?
Dr. Wilson's waiting.
Let him wait! l'm going home!
l don't want any more men dying and screaming. l don't want any more!
Almighty Moses! lt's Miss Scarlett!
Sam, Elijah, Prophet, Apostle. l'm so glad to see you.
Tell me about my mother. She didn't write me.
-She gone got sick. -Sick?
Just a little bit sick, that's all.
Your pa went wild when they wouldn't let him fight.
He had fits when they took us to dig the ditch for the soldiers.
Your ma said the Confederacy needs it. We's digging for the South.
-Was there a doctor? -We've got to march.
Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees.
Goodbye, Big Sam.
lf you get sick or hurt, let me know.
Goodbye, Miss Scarlett.
Climb into this buggy. This is no day for walking. You'll get run over!
Drive me to Aunt Pitty's, please.
Panic's a pretty sight, isn't it?
Just another of Sherman's calling cards. He'll pay us a visit soon.
l gotta get out of here before the Yankees come!
Leave your hospital work?
Or have you had enough of death and lice and men chopped up?
l suppose you weren't meant for sick men.
Don't talk like that. l'm so scared! l wish l could get out of here.
Let's get out together.
No use letting the South come down around your ears.
There are too many nice places to go and visit.
-Mexico, London, Paris-- -With you?
With a man who understands and admires you for what you are.
l figure we belong together, being the same sort.
l've been waiting for you to grow up and get Ashley out of your heart.
Well, l hear Mrs. Wilkes is going to have a baby in another month or so.
lt'll be hard loving a man with a wife and baby clinging to him.
Well, here we are. Are you going with me or are you getting out?
l hate and despise you.
l'll hate and despise you till l die!
Oh, no, you won't, Scarlett. Not that long.
Folks is all going to Macon, and folks is running away!
l can't bear those cannonballs right in my ears!
l faint every time l hear one.
Uncle Peter, look out for that trunk.
-You aren't leaving? -l may be a coward. . .
. . .but oh, dear! Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in?
l'm going too. Prissy, go pack my things.
Wait, l won't be a minute.
Do you really think you ought to?
What is this? You ain't planning on running away?
Don't try to stop me. l'm never going back to that hospital.
l've had enough of smelling death, of rot and death.
l'm going home! l want my mother. My mother needs me.
Listen to me! You must stay here.
Without a chaperon? lt simply isn't--
Good heavens, this is war, not a garden party!
-Melanie needs you. -Oh, bother Melanie!
She's ill already. She shouldn't even be having a baby.
Can't we take her along?
Want her to be jounced over rough roads and have the baby ahead of time?
lt isn't my baby. You take care of her!
We haven't enough doctors to look after a sick woman.
You've got to stay.
l don't know anything about babies being born.
l knows! l knows! l knows how to do it.
l's done it lots and lots. Let me, doctor. Let me.
-l can do everything. -Good. l'll rely on you to help us.
Ashley's fighting in the field. Fighting for the Cause.
He may never come back. He may die.
Scarlett, we owe him a well-born child.
lf you're coming, Scarlett, hurry!
l promised Ashley something. . . .
Then you'll stay?
Good. Go along, Miss Pittypat. Scarlett's staying.
Go on, Uncle Peter.
l don't know what to do.
lt's like the end of the world!
Uncle Peter, my smelling salt!
Melanie, Melanie! lt's all your fault!
l hate you! l hate you!
And l hate your baby!
lf only l hadn't promised Ashley. lf only l hadn't promised him!
Stop! Stop! Please, stop.
Are the Yankees coming?
The army's pulling out.
Pulling out and leaving us to the Yankees?
Not leaving, evacuating. Before Sherman cuts the McDonough road.
lt can't be true!
What'll l do?
Better refugee south, right quick. lf you'll excuse me.
Prissy! Go pack my things and Melanie's too. We're going to Tara.
The Yankees are coming!
Melly, we're going to--
l'm sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett.
lt began at daybreak.
But the Yankees are coming.
You'd be at Tara now with your mother, wouldn't you?
lf it weren't for me.
Oh, Scarlett, darling. You've been so good to me.
No sister could have been sweeter.
l've been lying here thinking. . .
. . .if l should die. . .
. . .will you take my baby?
Aren't things bad enough without you talking about dying?
-l'll send for Dr. Meade. -Not yet, Scarlett.
l couldn't let Dr. Meade sit here for hours. . .
. . .while all those poor, wounded boys. . . .
Come here, quick!
Go get Dr. Meade. Run! Quick!
Don't stand there like a scared goat. Run!
Hurry, hurry! l'll sell you south, l will.
l swear l will!
Where's that Prissy?
This room's like an oven already and it isn't noon yet.
Don't worry, Melly.
Mother says it always seems like the doctor will never come.
lf l don't take a strap to that Prissy!
Know what l heard about Maybelle Merriwether?
You remember her funny-looking beau?
The one with the uniform like ladies' red flannels?
You don't have to keep on talking for my sake.
l know how worried you are.
For to tote the weary load
No matter, 'twill never....
l'll just go and fetch you some cooler water.
You're slow as molasses in January. Where's Dr. Meade?
-l never seen him, Miss Scarlett. -What?
He ain't at the hospital.
A man told me that the doctor's down at the car shed. . .
. . .with the wounded soldiers--
Well, why didn't you go after him?
Miss Scarlett, l's scared to go down there at the car shed.
There's folks dying down there. And l's scared of dead folks!
Go sit by Miss Melly.
And don't you be upsetting her or l'll whip the hide off you.
Just a few more days
For to tote the weary load
-Have you seen--? -Move aside, lady, please.
Dr. Meade, at last!
Thank heaven you're here. l need every pair of hands.
Now, come, child, wake up. We got work to do.
But Melly's having her baby. You've got to come with me!
Are you crazy? l can't leave these men for a baby.
They're dying! Hundreds! Get a woman to help.
But there isn't anybody. Dr. Meade, she might die.
Die? Look at them, bleeding to death in front of my eyes!
No chloroform. No bandages. Nothing!
Nothing to ease their pain.
Run along and don't bother me.
Don't worry, child. There's nothing to bringing a baby.
-Bring the stretchers in here. -Dr. Meade?
Yeah, l'm coming.
ls the doctor come?
No, he can't come.
Miss Scarlett, Miss Melly bad off.
He can't come. There's nobody to come.
You've got to manage without the doctor. l'll help you.
Oh, Lordy, Miss Scarlett!
Well, what is it?
Lordy, we's got to have a doctor!
l don't know nothing about birthing babies!
-What do you mean? -l don't know--
You told me you knew everything!
l don't know why l lied!
Ma ain't never let me around when folks was having them.
Light a fire on the stove. Boil water in the kettle.
Get me a ball of twine, clean towels and the scissors.
Don't tell me you can't find them! Go get them and get them quick!
You better go before the Yankees get here.
You know l won't leave you.
lt's no use. l'm gonna die.
Don't be a goose, Melly. Hold on to me.
-Hold on to me! -Talk to me, Scarlett.
Please, talk to me.
Don't try to be brave. Yell! There's nobody to hear.
Ma says that if you puts a knife under the bed, it cuts the pain in two.
-Who do you want? -Captain Butler.
He's upstairs. Belle Watling's giving a party.
What's all the rumpus about?
l's got a message for Captain Butler, Mrs. Watling.
Captain Butler, you come out here in the streets to me!
-What is it, Prissy? -Miss Scarlett done sent me for you.
Miss Melly, she done had her baby today.
A fine baby boy.
And Miss Scarlett and me, we brung it.
Are you telling me Scarlett--?
lt was mostly me, Captain Butler.
Only Miss Scarlett, she helped me a little.
But l don't expect no doctor could have done no better.
Only, Miss Melly, she feel kind of poorly now it's all over.
Yes, l can believe that.
And the Yankees is coming. And Miss Scarlett, she says--
Captain Butler, the Yankees is here!
Please come and bring your carriage for us right away!
l'm sorry, but the army took my horse and carriage.
You better come upstairs.
No, Captain Butler.
Ma would wear me out with a cornstalk if l was to go into Mrs. Watling's.
Any of you beauties know where l can steal a horse for a good cause?
-ls that you, Rhett? -We's here, Miss Scarlett!
l knew you'd come.
Nice weather we're having. Prissy tells me you're--
lf you make any jokes now, l'll kill you!
-You're frightened? -l'm scared to death!
lf you had sense, you'd be scared too.
-The Yankees! -No, not yet.
That's what's left of our army blowing up the ammunition.
We gotta get out of here!
At your service. Where are you going?
-Home, to Tara. -They've been fighting around Tara.
You're going to parade through there with a sick woman, a baby and a darkie?
Do you intend leaving them?
They're going with me, and you can't stop me!
lt's dangerous jouncing Mrs. Wilkes over open country.
l want my mother!
l want to go home to Tara!
Tara's probably been burned. The woods are full of stragglers.
The least they'll do is take the horse.
lt's not much, but l had trouble stealing it.
l'm going home if l have to walk every step of the way!
l'll kill you if you try to stop me! l will, l will!
All right, darling, all right. Now you shall go home.
l guess anybody who did what you've done today can take care of Sherman.
Now blow your nose like a good little girl. There.
-What's going on? -l'm packing!
Well, stop it and come and get the baby!
-We're taking you to Tara. -Tara?
lt's the only way.
They'll burn the house over our heads if we stay.
lt's all right, Melly.
My poor baby.
-Can you put your arms around my neck? -l think so.
What's she want?
Ashley's picture and Charles' sword.
Our gallant lads set fire to the warehouses.
Enough ammunition in boxcars to blow us to Tara.
-We have to get across the tracks. -Not that way!
We have to. McDonough road's the only one the Yankees haven't cut yet.
Wait, l forgot to lock the front door!
-What are you laughing at? -At you, locking the Yankees out.
Oh, dear! l wish they'd hurry.
l wouldn't be in such a hurry to see them go.
With them goes the last semblance of law and order.
Scavengers aren't wasting any time.
Better get out of here fast.
There's a horse! Get it!
Give us that horse!
Down the alley! Cut him off!
Pull that horse!
l'll get him!
Give me that horse!
Haven't left much to take.
We'll make a dash for it before the fire reaches that ammunition.
Throw me your shawl.
You'll like it better if you don't see anything.
Take a good look, my dear. lt's a historic moment.
Tell your grandchildren how you watched the Old South disappear one night.
They were gonna lick the Yankees in a month. The poor gallant fools.
They make me sick.
Getting us all into this by swaggering and boasting.
That's the way l felt once about their ''swaggering and boasting. ''
l'm so glad you aren't with the army.
You can be proud. Proud that you've been smarter than all of them.
l'm not so proud.
Why did you stop?
This is the turn to Tara. Let the horse breathe a bit.
Miss Melly done fainted way back, Captain Butler.
She's better off. She couldn't stand the pain if she were conscious.
Scarlett, are you still determined to do this crazy thing?
l know we can get through, Rhett.
Not we, my dear, you. l'm leaving you here.
You're what? Rhett, where are you going?
-l'm going to join the army. -You're joking.
-l could kill you for scaring me so. -l'm very serious.
l'm going to join up with our brave lads in gray.
But they're running away.
They'll turn and make a last stand. When they do, l'll be with them.
-l'm a little late, but better late-- -You must be joking!
Selfish to the end, aren't you?
Thinking of your own hide, never a thought for the Cause.
How could you do this to me?
And why should you go now that it's all over, and l need you? Why?
l've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they're really lost.
Or maybe. . .
. . .maybe l'm ashamed of myself.
You should die of shame to leave me alone and helpless!
Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you.
Now climb down here.
l want to say goodbye.
Rhett, please don't go!
You can't leave me, please. l'll never forgive you!
l'm not asking you to forgive me. l'll never forgive myself.
lf a bullet gets me, l'll laugh at myself for being an idiot.
There's one thing l do know, and that is l love you, Scarlett.
ln spite of you and me and the world going to pieces, l love you.
Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us.
Selfish and shrewd, but able to look things in the eye and call them by name.
Don't hold me like that!
Look at me.
l love you more than l've loved any woman.
And l've waited longer for you than any woman.
Let me alone!
A soldier of the South loves you. Wants your arms around him.
Wants to carry the memory of your kisses into battle.
Never mind about loving me.
You're a woman sending a soldier to his death with a beautiful memory.
Scarlett, kiss me.
Kiss me once.
You low-down, cowardly, nasty thing, you!
They were right. Everybody was right. You aren't a gentleman.
A minor point at such a moment.
Here. lf anyone lays a hand on that nag, shoot him.
Don't shoot the nag by mistake.
Go on! l want you to go.
l hope a cannonball blows you into a million pieces--!
Never mind the rest. l follow your general idea.
And when l'm dead on the altar of my country, l hope your conscience irks you.
Come on, you. We're going home.
Oh, my poor baby.
Don't worry. Mother will take care of him when we get home.
Miss Scarlett, l's powerful hungry.
-We's got to have something to eat. -Hush up!
We're nearly at Twelve Oaks. We'll stop there.
Ashley, l'm glad you're not here to see this.
The Yankees. The dirty Yankees!
Come tie up this cow.
We don't need no cow, Miss Scarlett.
We'll be home soon, and l's scared of cows.
Tie her onto the back of the wagon with your petticoat.
We need milk for the baby, and we don't know what we'll find at home.
Melly, we're home!
We're at Tara. Hurry! Move, you brute!
l can't see the house. ls it there?
Have they burned it?
lt's all right! lt's all right! They haven't burned it.
lt's still there!
Mother! Mother, l'm home!
Mother! Mother, l'm home!
Mother, let me in. lt's me. Scarlett!
Oh, darlin' !
Mammy, l'm home.
Honey child. . . .
Mammy, l'm so. . . .
Why. . .
. . .Miss Suellen, Miss Carreen, they was sick with the typhoid.
They had it bad, but they's doing all right now.
-Just weak, like little kittens. -But where's mother?
Miss Ellen. She went down to nurse that Emmie Slattery. . .
. . .that white trash, and she took down with it too.
Then last night, she--
Miss Scarlett, honey.
lf there's anything l can do, Miss Scarlett. . . .
-What did you do with Melly? -Don't worry your pretty head.
l done slapped her in bed, along with the baby.
You better put that cow into the barn.
There ain't no barn no more.
-The Yankees burned it for firewood. -The house was their headquarters.
They camped all around.
Yankees in Tara?
They stole most everything they didn't burn.
All the clothes and all the rugs, and even Miss Ellen's rosaries.
l'm starving. Get me something to eat.
There ain't nothing to eat, honey. They took it all.
All the chickens? Everything?
They took them first.
What they didn't eat, they carried off.
Don't tell me any more about what ''they'' did!
What's this, Pa?
-Whiskey? -Yes, daughter.
Katie Scarlett, that's enough.
Your not knowing spirits, you'll make yourself tipsy.
l hope it makes me drunk.
l'd like to be drunk.
What are those papers?
They're all we've saved, all we have left.
But what kind of bonds, Pa?
Why, Confederate bonds, of course.
What good are they to anybody?
l'll not have you talking like that.
Oh, Pa, what are we going to do with no money. . .
. . .and nothing to eat?
We must ask your mother.
That's it. We must ask Mrs. O'Hara.
Mrs. O'Hara will know what's to be done.
Now don't be bothering me. Go out for a ride.
Don't worry about anything.
Katie Scarlett's home.
You needn't worry.
What are we going to do with nothing to feed those sick folks and that child?
l don't know, Mammy.
l don't know.
We ain't got nothing but radishes in the garden.
Miss Scarlett, Miss Suellen and Miss Carreen. . .
. . .they's fussing to be sponged off.
-Where are the other servants? -Only just me and Pork left.
The others went to war or runned away.
l can't take care of that baby and sick folkses too!
l's only got two hands.
Who's gonna milk that cow, Miss Scarlett? We's houseworkers.
As God is my witness. . .
. . .as God is my witness, they're not going to lick me.
l'm going to live through this, and when it's over. . .
. . .l'll never be hungry again. No, nor any of my folk.
lf l have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill. . .
. . .as God is my witness, l'll never be hungry again!
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Kaena The Prophecy Xena CD2
Kaho Naa Pyaar Hai
Kahpe Bizans CD1
Kahpe Bizans CD2
Kajmak In Marmelada (2003)
Kal Ho Naa Ho CD1
Kal Ho Naa Ho CD2
Kama Sutra A Tale of Love 1996
Kanto Wanderer 1963
Kanzo Sensei CD1
Kanzo Sensei CD2
Karakter (1997) CD1
Karakter (1997) CD2
Karate Kid 2 CD1
Karate Kid 2 CD2
Karate Kid 3
Karate Kid The
Kate And Leopold
Kate and Leopold (2001)
Kavkazskaya plennitsa - Kidnapping Caucasian Style (Leonid Gaidai 1966)
Kaze No Katami - The Wind Carpet (Kamal Tabrizi 2003)
Kdo chce zabit Jessii
Keeping The Faith
Keeping Up Appearances 01 - My Name Is Bouqet
Keeping Up Appearances 02 - Welcoming The Dishy Vicar
Keeping Up Appearances 03 - Visiting Acquaintanance Stately
Keeping Up Appearances 05 - Daisy And Her Toy Boy
Keeping Up Appearances 06 - How To Manage Christening
Keeping Up Appearances 11 - Googley-Eyed Registrar
Keeping Up Appearances 12 - Coctails With Greek Millionaire
Keeping Up Appearances 13 - Unfortunate Prospect
Keeping Up Appearances 14 - Playthings For Daddy
Keeping Up Appearances 15 - Three Piece Suite
Keeping Up Appearances 16 - Picnic For Daddy
Keeping Up Appearances 17 - Very Merry Hyacinth
Keeping Up Appearances 18 - Sea Fever
Keeping Up Appearances 19 - Angel Gabriel Blue
Keeping Up Appearances 20 - Historical Pageant
Kees de jongen CD1
Kees de jongen CD2
Kekec (Joze Gale 1951) CD1
Kekec (Joze Gale 1951) CD2
Kellys Heroes (1970)
Ken Park (2002)
Kenny Rogers - Live by Request
Kes (Ken Loach 1969)
Kid Stays in The Picture The
Kid The CD1
Kid The CD2
Kids Return 1996
Kids Return CD1
Kids Return CD2
Kiki delivery service
Kill Bill CD1
Kill Bill CD2
Kilometer Zero (2000)
King In New York A 1957
King Is Alive The
King Kong vs Godzilla 2 (1962)
King The (2003) CD1
King The (2003) CD2
King of Comedy The (1983)
King of marvin gardens The
Kings Go Forth (Delmer Daves 1958)
Kinjite Forbidden Subjects (J Lee Thompson 1989)
Kiss Me Kate 1953
Kiss Me Stupid - Billy Wilder 1964
Kiss Of Death
Kiss of the Dragon
Kiss the Girls
Kites Over Helsinki
Kitne Door Kitne Paas (1999)
Knife In The Water 1962
Knight Rider 1x03
Knight Rider 1x04
Knight Rider 1x05
Knight Rider 1x06
Knight Rider 1x07
Knight Rider 1x08
Knight Rider 1x09
Knight Rider 1x10
Knight Rider 1x11
Knight Rider 1x12
Knights Of The Round Table
Knights Tale A
Knockin On Heavens Door
Koi mil Gaya (2003 Hindi)
Krull 1983 CD1
Krull 1983 CD2
Kuch Naa Kaho 2003
Kumokiri Nizaemon (1978) CD1
Kumokiri Nizaemon (1978) CD2
Kung Fu Hustle 2004
Kyun Ho Gaya na