Big Sam! Big Sam! Sam, Elijah, Prophet, Apostle! I'm so glad to see you.
Tell me about Tara, about my mother . She didn't write me.
BGSAM
She's gone and got sick, Miss Scarlet.
SCARL
Sick?
BGSAM
Just a little bit sick, that's all, Miss Scarlet. Your Pa, he just wild
when they wouldn't let him fight, on account of his broken knee. And he
had fits when they took all us field hands to dig ditches for white soldiers
to hide in. But your Ma says the Confederacy needs us. So we's going to
dig for the South.
SNARL
Sam, was there a doctor?
OFFCR
Sorry, ma'am, we've got to march.
BGSAM
Goodbye, Miss Scarlet. Don't worry, we'll stop them Yankees.
SCARL
Goodbye, Big Sam. Goodbye, boys. If any of you get sick or hurt, let me
know.