1776 Page #10

Whore?

"In the colonies has assembled.

"There are constant

reports of drunkenness,

"desertion, foul language,

"naked bathing in

the Raritan River,

"and an epidemic

"of the French disease."

"I have placed this town off-limits

to all military personnel

"with the exception of officers.

"I beseech the Congress to dispatch

the War Committee to this place

"in the hope of restoring

"some of the order and

discipline we need to survive.

"Your obedient,

"G. Washington."

That man would depress a hyena.

Well, Mr. Adams, you're

chairman of the War Committee.

Do you feel up to whoring,

drinking, deserting

and New Brunswick?

There must be some mistake.

I have an aunt who lives

in New Brunswick.

You must tell her to

keep up the good work.

Come, come, Mr. Adams.

You must see that it's hopeless.

Let us recall General Washington

and disband the Continental Army

before we're overwhelmed.

Yes, indeed. The English would

like that, now, wouldn't they?

Why not ask them yourself?

They ought to be

here any minute.

And when they

hang you, Mr. Adams,

I hope you will put in a good

word for the rest of us.

Face facts,

Mr. Adams.

A handful of drunk

and disorderly recruits

against the entire British Army,

the finest musket men on Earth.

How can we win?

How can we even hope to survive?

Answer me straight, Chase.

If you thought we

could beat the Redcoats,

would Maryland say

yea to independence?

Well, I suppose...

No supposing.

Would you or wouldn't you?

Very well,

Mr. Adams.

Yes, we would.

Then come with me

to New Brunswick

and see for yourself.

John, are you mad?

You heard what Washington said.

It's a shambles.

They're pushing

you into it, Johnny!

What do you say, Chase?

Go ahead, Sam. It sounds

lively as hell up there.

All right.

Why not?

And maybe it'll be John Adams

who comes to his senses.

Mr. President,

the War Committee

will heed General

Washington's request.

A party consisting of

Mr. Chase, Dr. Franklin

and myself will

leave immediately.

Is that...

Is that satisfactory

with you, Dr. Franklin?

Wake up, Franklin! You're

going to New Brunswick.

Like hell I am.

What for?

The whoring and the drinking.

All right, Chase! Move all that lard.

Not a moment to lose.

Left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left, right.

Left, right, left!

Mr. McNair, all this

talk of independence

has left a certain

foulness in the air.

My friends and I

would appreciate it

if you could open some windows.

Well, what about the flies?

The windows,

Mr. McNair.

Open the windows,

close the windows.

Sweet Jesus!

Oh, say, do you see what I see?

Congress sitting

here in sweet serenity

I could cheer,

the reason's clear

For the first time in a year

Adams isn't here

And look, the sun is in the sky

A breeze is blowing by

And there's not a single fly

I sing hosanna

Hosanna

Hosanna, hosanna

And it's cool

Come, ye cool,

cool, conservative men

Our like may never

ever be seen again

We have land, cash in hand

Self-command,

future planned

Fortune thrives,

society survives

In neatly ordered lives

With well-endowered wives

Come sing hosanna

Hosanna

In our breeding and our manner

We are cool

Come, ye cool,

cool, considerate set

We'll dance together

to the same minuet

To the right, ever to the right

Never to the left,

forever to the right

Let our creed be never to exceed

Regulated speed

No matter what the need

Come sing hosanna

Hosanna

Emblazoned on our banner

ls keep cool

To the right, ever to the right

Never to the left,

forever to the right

Hands attach, tightly latch

Everybody match

I have a new dispatch

"From the Commander, army of the

United Colonies in New York,

"dispatch number 1, 158,

"to the Honorable Congress,

John Hancock, president.

"Dear sir, I awoke this morning

to find that General Howe

"has landed 25,000 British

regulars and Hessian mercenaries

"on Staten Island,

"and that the fleet,

under the command

"of his brother,

Admiral Lord Howe,

"controls not only the

Hudson and the east rivers,

"but New York Harbor,

"which now looks like

all of London afloat.

"I can no longer,

in good conscience,

"withhold from the

Congress my certainty

"that the British

military object

"at this time is Philadelphia.

"Happy should I be if I could see

the means of preventing them,

"but, at present,

I confess I do not.

"How I wish I had never

seen the Continental Army.

"I would have done better to

retire to the back country,

"and to live in a wigwam.

"Your obedient,

"G. Washington."

What we do, we do rationally

We never, ever go

off half-cocked, not we

Why begin till we

know that we can win

And if we cannot win,

why bother to begin?

We say this game's

not of our choosing

Why should we risk losing?

We're cool, cool men

Mr. Hancock,

you're a man of

property, one of us.

Why don't you join

us in our minuet?

Why do you persist in

dancing with John Adams?

Good Lord, sir, you

don't even like him.

That is true.

He annoys me quite a lot

But still I'd rather trot

to Mr. Adams' new gavotte

Why? For personal glory?

For a place in history?

Be careful, sir. History will brand

him and his followers as traitors.

Traitors, Mr. Dickinson?

To what?

The British Crown or

the British half crown?

Fortunately, there are

not enough men of property

in America to dictate policy.

Perhaps not, but don't forget

that most men with nothing

would rather protect the

possibility of becoming rich

than face the reality

of being poor.

And that is why

they will follow us...

To the right, ever to the right

Never to left,

forever to the right

Where there's gold,

a market to behold

Tradition that is old

Reluctant to be bold

I sing hosanna

Hosanna

In a sane and lucid manner

We are cool!

We're the cool,

cool, considerate men

Whose like may never,

ever be seen again

We've got land, cash in hand

Self-command, future planned

And we'll hold to our gold

Tradition that is old

Reluctant to be bold

We say this game's

not of our choosing

Why should we risk losing?

We're cool

Cool

Cool, cool men

How'd you like to try and borrow

a dollar from one of them?

You want some more rum, General?

General?

Lord, I ain't even a corporal.

Yeah, well, what's

the army know?

Here, son.

There you go.

Sit down, gentlemen. The chair

rules it's too damn hot to work.

Well, General, what's

it like out there?

You probably know more than me.

Sitting here?

Sweet Jesus, this

is the last place

to find out what's going on.

I'm aiming to join up.

What are you talking about?

You don't have to join up.

You're in Congress.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, you don't see them rushing

off to get killed, do you?

They sure are great ones for sending

others, I can tell you that.

Hey, who sits here?

Caesar Rodney of Delaware.

Where are you from, General?

Watertown.

Now where's that?

Massachusetts.

Well, then you

belong over there.

But be careful.

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