GONE WITH THE WIND Final Scene (1939) Clark Gabel

Come in. Rest her. She's the only completely kind person I ever knew. A great lady. A very great lady. Though she's dead. That makes it nice for you, doesn't it? Oh, can you say such things? You know how I loved her, really. Oh, that I do. But at least it's to your credit that you can appreciate her at the end. Of course I appreciated her. She thought of everybody except herself. Why, her last words were about you. What did she say? Dead. Be kind to Captain, but he loves you so. Did she say anything else? She asked me to look after Ashley, too. Convenient to have the first wife's permission, isn't it? What do you mean? What are you doing? I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true. No! No, you're wrong. Terribly wrong. I don't want a divorce. Oh, when I knew tonight, when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you. Oh, darling, darling. Please don't go on with this. Leave her some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Sparrow says she has. It's a lie. Oh, Red, do listen to me. I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool I didn't know it. Please believe me. You must care. Mary said you did. I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes? I never really loved Ashley. You certainly gave a good imitation of it up to this morning. Now, Scarlet, I tried everything. If you'd only met me halfway, even when I came back from London. Oh, I was so glad to see you. I was, Red, but you were so nasty. And then when you were sick, and it was all my fault. I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't. I wanted you. I wanted you desperately. I didn't mean you wanted me. It seems we've been across perfectly, but it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance we might be happy. I like to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her and spoil her as I wanted to spoil you. When she went, she took everything. Oh, Red. Red, please don't say that. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for everything. When you're such a child, you think that by saying I'm sorry, all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never in any crisis of your life have I known you to have a handkerchief. Red. Red, where are you? I'm going to Charleston, back where I belong. Please, please take me with you. I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you know what I'm talking about? No. I only know that I love you. That's your misfortune. Oh, Red. Red. What shall I do? Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. Oh, I can't. There must be some way to bring him back. Oh, I can't think about it now. I'll go crazy if I do. I'll think about it tomorrow. It's the only thing that matters. It's the only thing. Your strength. The rhetoric of terror. For a man, it's the only thing that matters. Something you love better than me. The rhetoric of terror. Terror. I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, here's another day.