[Director's Cutː Pickett has a private word with Longstreet]
Well, sir, you are looking fine.
Lookin' lovely yourself, George.
General... uh, no reflection on you, sir, but, well...you know, my division, my Virginia boys, we haven't seen all that much action for a long time. I mean, well, we weren't all that engaged at Fredericksburg; we missed Chancellorsville altogether, off on some piddlin' affair. Now they took two of my brigades, Corse and Jenkins, and sent them off to guard Richmond? I mean, Richmond, of all places? And now, sir, do you know where I have been placed in the line of march? Last, sir. That's where I am. Exactly last. I'm bringin' up the damn rear, beg pardon, sir. You see, my boys are beginning to feel a trifle disgusted at this attitude towards them as fightin' men. My boys --
George...
Please.
Oh, I sure don't mean to imply you, sir. No. Hell no, sir. No, it's just, uh... well, the bureaucrats. See, I was just... I was hoping, sir, that you could talk to somebody about this arrangement of the troops.
Would you like me to move the whole army to the side so you can go first?
Sir? [chuckles] Now that you mention it...
There is no plot, George. It's just the way things fell out. I mean, hell, look at it this way. If the army has to turn around, fight its way back... well, you'll be first in line.
Yes... yes, I suppose that is true, isn't it? You understand, sir. It's just that this whole damn war might be over after one more bout, and my Virginia boys will have missed most of it.
Yeah, I know. How far back are they?
Chambersburg. A hard day's march, sir.
Mm-hmm... I know I can count on you, George, when the time comes. And it will come. It will come.
[walks up]
Sorry to butt in, but they're calling for George over at the poker table. Your fame, sir, has preceded you.
Well... thank you, General. [shakes Longstreet's hand] Well...cheerio, fellas.
Don't forget to bring your money.
