Line Edit: “Lincoln”

A line-by-line edit of the first 272 words of the script.

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Original Text

EXT. BATTLEFIELD, JENKINS’ FERRY, ARKANSAS - DAYHeavy grey skies hang over a flooded field, the water two feet deep. Cannons and carts, half-submerged and tilted, their wheels trapped in the mud below the surface, are still yoked to dead and dying horses and oxen.A terrible battle is taking place; two infantry companies, Negro Union soldiers and white Confederate soldiers, knee- deep in the water, staggering because of the mud beneath, fight each other hand-to-hand, with rifles, bayonets, pistols, knives and fists. There’s no discipline or strategy, nothing depersonalized: it’s mayhem and each side intensely hates the other. Both have resolved to take no prisoners.HAROLD GREEN (V.O.)
Some of us was in the Second Kansas Colored. We fought the rebs at Jenkins’ Ferry last April, just after they’d killed every Negro soldier they captured at Poison Springs.
EXT. PARADE GROUNDS ADJACENT TO THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD, ANACOSTIA RIVER - NIGHTRain and fog. Union Army companies are camped out across the grounds. Preparations are being made for the impending assault on the Confederate port of Wilmington, North Carolina.Two black soldiers stand before a bivouacked Negro unit: HAROLD GREEN, an infantryman in his late thirties, and IRA CLARK, a cavalryman in his early twenties. ABRAHAM LINCOLN sits on a bench facing Harold and Ira; his stovepipe hat is at his side.HAROLD GREEN
So at Jenkins’ Ferry, we decided warn’t taking no reb prisoners. And we didn’t leave a one of ‘em alive. The ones of us that didn’t die that day, we joined up with the 116th U.S. Colored, sir. From Camp Nelson Kentucky.
LINCOLN
What’s your name, soldier?

Line Edit

EXT. BATTLEFIELD, JENKINS’ FERRY, ARKANSAS - DAY
Heavy grey skies hang over a flooded field, the water two feet deep.
Cannons and carts, half-submerged and tilted, their wheels trapped in the mud below the surface, are still yoked to dead and dying horses and oxen.
A terrible battle is taking place; two infantry companies, Negro Union soldiers and white Confederate soldiers, knee- deep in the water, staggering because of the mud beneath, fight each other hand-to-hand, with rifles, bayonets, pistols, knives and fists.
There’s no discipline or strategy, nothing depersonalized: it’s mayhem and each side intensely hates the other.
Both have resolved to take no prisoners.
HAROLD GREEN (V.O.)Some of us was in the Second Kansas Colored.We fought the rebs at Jenkins’ Ferry last April, just after they’d killed every Negro soldier they captured at Poison Springs.
EXT. PARADE GROUNDS ADJACENT TO THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD, ANACOSTIA RIVER - NIGHT
Rain and fog.
Union Army companies are camped out across the grounds.
Preparations are being made for the impending assault on the Confederate port of Wilmington, North Carolina.
Two black soldiers stand before a bivouacked Negro unit: HAROLD GREEN, an infantryman in his late thirties, and IRA CLARK, a cavalryman in his early twenties.
ABRAHAM LINCOLN sits on a bench facing Harold and Ira; his stovepipe hat is at his side.
HAROLD GREEN
So at Jenkins’ Ferry, we decided warn’t taking no reb prisoners.
And we didn’t leave a one of ‘em alive.
The ones of us that didn’t die that day, we joined up with the 116th U.S. Colored, sir.
From Camp Nelson Kentucky.
LINCOLN
What’s your name, soldier?

Edited Text

EXT. JENKINS’ FERRY, ARKANSAS — DAYHeavy gray skies hang over a field flooded with two feet of water. Cannons and carts, half-submerged, their wheels trapped in mud, are yoked to dead and dying horses and oxen.A terrible battle is taking place; two infantry companies Negro Union soldiers and White Confederate soldiers, both knee-deep in the water and staggering in the mud fight each other in close quarters. There’s no discipline or strategy; it’s mayhem, and each side hates the other, both resolved to take no prisoners.HAROLD GREEN (V.O.)
Some of us was in the Second Kansas Colored. We fought the Rebs at Jenkins’ Ferry last April, just after they’d killed every Negro soldier they captured at Poison Springs.
EXT. ANACOSTIA RIVER — PARADE GROUNDS ADJACENT TO THE WASHINGTON NAVY YARD — NIGHT (RAINING AND FOGGING)Union Army companies are camped across the grounds, making preparations for the impending assault on the Confederate port of Wilmington, North Carolina.Two Black soldiers — HAROLD GREEN, an infantryman in his late thirties, and IRA CLARK, a cavalryman in his early twenties — are standing before a bivouacked Negro unit. ABRAHAM LINCOLN is sitting on a bench, facing Harold and Ira; his stovepipe hat is at his side.HAROLD GREEN (CONT’D)
So at Jenkins’ Ferry, we decided warn’t takin no Reb prisoners, and we didn’t leave a one of ’em alive. Ones of us didn’t die that day, we joined up with the One Hundred Sixteenth U.S. Colored, sir, from Camp Nelson, Kentucky.
ABRAHAM LINCOLN
What’s your name, soldier?

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