RHETT: Let’s see, my losses for the afternoon come to what? Hmm… three hundred and fourty. My debts do mount up, don’t they, Major? MAJOR: All right, Corporal. Show Captain Butler’s sister to his cell. RHETT: Thank you, Major…excuse me, gentlemen.
MAJOR: It’s hard to be strict with a man who loses money so pleasantly.
(In the jail. Scarlett appears, dressing in beautiful green velvet.) SCARLETT: Rhett!
RHETT: Scarlett! My dear little sister. (to Corporal) It’s all right Corporal, my sister has brought me now files or saws. Can I really kiss you now?
SCARLETT: On the forehead like a good brother.

RHETT: No thanks, I’ll wait and hope for better things.
SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, I was so distressed when I heard you were in jail. I simply couldn’t sleep for thinking. It’s not true they’re going to hang you.
RHETT: Would you be sorry? SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett…
RHETT: Well, don’t worry. Yeah, The Yankees have trumped up some charge against me but what they’re
really after is my money. They seem to think I made off with a Confederate treasury. SCARLETT: Well, did you?
RHETT: What a leading question. Let’s not talk about “sordid things like money. How good of you to come and see me. And how pretty you look.
SCARLETT: Oh, Rhett, how you do run on teasing a country girl like me.
RHETT: Thank Heaven’s you’re not in rags, I’m tired of seeing women in rags. Turn around. You look good enough to eat. Prosperous, too.
SCARLETT: Thank you, I’ve been doing very well.
Everybody’s doing well at Tara, only, I got so bored, I just thought I’d treat myself with to visit to town.
RHETT: You’re a heartless creature but that’s part of your charm. Though you’ve got more charm than the law allows.
SCARLETT: Now I did come here to talk senseless about me, Rhett. I came because I was so miserable at the thought of you in trouble. Oh, I know I was mad at you
the night you left me on the road to Tara, and I still haven’t

forgiven you.
RHETT: Oh, Scarlett, don’t say that.
SCARLETT: Well, I must admit I might not be alive now. Only for
you. And when I think of myself with anything I could possibly hope for, and not a care in the world, and you where here in this horrid jail. And not even a human jail, Rhett, a horse jail. But listen to me, try to
make jokes when, when I really want to cry. And in a minute I shall cry.
RHETT: Scarlett, can it be possible that… SCARLETT: Can what be possible, Rhett?
RHETT: That you’ve grown a woman’s heart? A real woman’s heart. SCARLETT: I have Rhett. I know I have.
RHETT: You know it’s worth being in jail just to hear you say
that.It’s well worth it. (Rhett grasps Scarlett’s hands. And suddenly, he
reads the callous skin of her hands. This is a pair of hard-working hands.)You can drop the moonlight and ‘’’magnolia, Scarlett. So things have been going well at tara, have they? SCARLETT: Yes…
RHETT: What have you been doing with your hands?
SCARLETT: It’s just that, I went riding last week without my gloves…
RHETT: These don’t belong to a lady, you’ve been working with
them like a field hand. Why did you lie to me, and what are you really up to?
SCARLETT: Now Rhett…
RHETT: In another minute, I’d almost believed you’d cared something.
SCARLETT: But I do care!
RHETT: Suppose we get down to the truth. You want something
from me and you want it badly enough to put on quite a show on your velvets. What is it, money?
SCARLETT: I want three hundred dollars to pay the taxes on Tara.
Oh Rhett, I did lie to you when I said everything was all right. Things are just as bad as they possibly could be. And you’ve got millions, Rhett.
RHETT: What collateral are you offering?

SCARLETT: My ear bobs… RHETT: Not interested.
SCARLETT: Mortgage on Tara…
RHETT: What would I do with a farm?
SCARLETT: You wouldn’t lose, I’d pay you back after next year’s cotton.
RHETT: Not good enough. Have you nothing better?
SCARLETT: You once said you loved me. If you still love me, Rhett…
RHETT: You haven’t forgotten that I’m not a marrying man. SCARLETT: No. I haven’t forgotten,
RHETT: You’re not worth three hundred dollars. You’ll never mean anything but misery to any man.
SCARLETT: Go on, insult me, I don’t care what you say, only give
me the money! I won’t let Tara go, I can’t let it go while there’s a breath left in my body. Oh, Rhett, won’t you please give me the money?
RHETT: I couldn’t give you the money if I wanted to. My funds are in Liverpool, not in Atlanta. If I tried drawing a
draft, the Yankees would be on me like a duck on a junebug. So you see my dear, you’ve abased yourself to no purpose. Stop it! You want the Yankees to see like this?
SCARLETT: Take your hands off me, you dunk! You know what I am going to say before I started. You knew you wouldn’t lend me the money and yet, and yet, you let me go on.
RHETT: I enjoyed hearing what you had to say. Cheer up, you can come to my hanging and I’ll remember you in my will.
SCARLETT: I’ll come to your hanging. The only thing I’m afraid of is they won’t hang you in time to pay the taxes on Tara. Chapter
9Scarlett’s Second Marriage
(Scarlett leaves the jail in burning anger. But the visit of Scarlett and her new dress to Atlanta is not a complete “futility. She meets Frank Kennedy, Sue Ellen’s beau.) FRANK: Surely it can’t be Miss Scarlett! SCARLETT: Why, Frank Kennedy! FRANK: And Mammie…
MAMMIE: It sure is good to see home folks. FRANK: I didn’t know you were in Atlanta. SCARLETT: I didn’t know you were.
FRANK: Didn’t Miss Sue Ellen tell you about my store?

SCARLETT: Did she, I don’t remember. Have you a store? This?
FRANK: Won’t you come in, look around a bit? (Into the store) I don’t suppose it looks like much to a lady, but I can’t help being proud of it.
SCARLETT: You’re not making money?
FRANK: Well, I can’t complain. In fact I’m mighty encouraged.
Folks tell me I’m just a born merchant. It won’t be long now before Miss Sue Ellen and I can marry.
SCARLETT: Well , you’re doing as well as all that?
FRANK: Yes, I am. Miss Scarlett. I’m no millionaire yet, but I have cleared a thousand dollars already. SCARLETT: And lumber too.
FRANK: Well, that’s only a sideline.
SCARLETT: A sideline, Frank? With all the good Georgia pine around Atlanta, and all this building going on?
FRANK: Well, all that takes money, Miss Scarlett, and, I got to be thinking about buying a home.
SCARLETT: What would you want a home for?
FRANK: For Miss Sue Ellen and me to set up housekeeping.
SCARLETT: Here in Atlanta. You’d want to bring her to Atlanta, wouldn’t you? There wouldn’t be much help in that for Tara. FRANK: I don’t rightly know what you mean, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: I don’t mean a thing. Frank, how’d you like to drive me out to my Aunt Pitty’s?
FRANK: Oh, nothing could give me more pleasure, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: I think you’d better stay for supper, too. I’m sure Aunt Pitty would be agreeable and I know I’d like a good long visit with you.
FRANK: Oh, you act on me just like a ^tonic, Miss Scarlett. And will you tell me all the news, all the news of Miss Sue Ellen? What’s the matter, Miss Scarlett? Miss Sue Ellen’s not ill, is she?
SCARLETT: Oh, no, no. I thought surely she had written you. I guess she was ashamed to write to you. She should be ashamed. Oh how awful to have such a mean sister.
FRANK: You must tell me, Miss Scarlett. Don’t leave me on the tenderhooks.
SCARLETT: Well, she’s going to marry one of the county boys next month. She just got tired of waiting and was afraid she’d be an old maid and…Oh, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you. Oh, it’s cold, and I

left my muff at home. Would you mind if I put my hand in your
pocket? (Scarlett returns to Tara as Mrs. Kennedy, with 300 dollars, to face Sue Ellen’s broken heart and the astonishment of the other
people.) SUE ELLEN: But Melanie, you don’t realize what she’s done. She’s gone and married my Mr. Kennedy! He’s my beau and she’s gone and married him.
MELANIE: She did it to save Tara, you must understand that, Sue Ellen.
SUE ELLEN: I hate Tara. And I hate Scarlett. She’s the only thing I hate worse than Tara!
(In the living room.)
ASHLEY: It’s all my fault. I should have commited highway robbery to get that tax money for you.
SCARLETT: I couldn’t let you do anything like that, and anyway, it’s done now.
ASHLEY: Yes, it’s done now. You wouldn’t let me do anything
dishonorable yet you’d sell yourslef in marraige to a man you didn’t love. Well, at least you won’t have to worry about my helplessness anymore.
SCARLETT: What do you mean?
ASHLEY: I’m going to New York. I’ve arranged to get a position in a bank there.
SCARLETT: But you can’t do that! I’ve counted on you to help me start a lumber business Ashley and, I counted on you.
ASHLEY: Scareltt, I wouldn’t be any good to you, I don’t know anything about the lumber business.
SCARLETT: You know as much as you do about banking, and I’d give you half the business Ashley.
ASHLEY: That’s generous of you Scarlett. But it isn’t that. If I go to Atlanta and take help from you again, I’d bury forever any hope of standing alone.
SCARLETT: Oh, is that all? Well, you could gradually buy the business, and then it would be your own, and then… ASHLEY: No Scarl