1776 Page #8
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was solved,
the sooner our problem
is solved.
That's good thinking, John.
Good thinking.
Madam, may I present myself?
John Adams.
Adams.
John Adams.
Oh, and Dr. Franklin.
The inventor of the stove.
Jefferson, kindly
present me to your wife.
She is your wife, isn't she?
Well, of course she is.
Look at the way they fit.
Come along, John, come along.
Franklin, where are you going?
Come along, John.
Come along where?
There's work to be done.
Obviously.
Good God. You don't
mean to say that...
I mean, they're not going to...
In the middle of the afternoon?
Not everybody's
from Boston, John.
Incredible.
Well, goodbye, John.
Uh... Uh...
Franklin?
Have you eaten?
Not yet, but...
I understand the turkey's
fresh at Bunch of Grapes.
Well, the fact is
I have a rendezvous, John.
I'd ask you along, but
talking makes her nervous.
Yes, of course.
Incredible.
Abigail?
I'm very lonely, Abigail.
Are you, John?
As long as you were
sending for wives,
why didn't you
send for your own?
Oh, now, don't be
unreasonable, Abigail.
Now I'm unreasonable.
You must add that to your list.
List?
included in your last letter.
Oh, they were fondly
intended, madam.
That I play at cards badly?
A compliment.
That my posture is crooked?
An endearment.
That I read,
write and think too much?
An irony.
That I'm pigeon-toed?
Well, now
there you have me, Abby.
I'm afraid you are
pigeon-toed.
Please. Come to Philadelphia.
Please come.
Oh, thank you, John.
I do want to, but you know
now it's not possible.
The children have the measles.
So you wrote.
Tom and little Abby.
Only now it's
Quincy and Charles.
And it appears the farm here
in Braintree is failing, John.
The chickens and the geese
have all died.
The apples never survived
the late frost.
How do you suppose
she managed to get away?
Well, the winters
are softer in Virginia.
And their women, John?
Fit for Virginians, madam,
but pale, puny things
beside New England girls.
John.
I thank you for that.
Abigail, how goes it with you?
Not well, John.
Not at all well.
I live like a nun in a cloister
Solitary, celibate I hate it
And you, John?
Ugh!
I live like a monk in an abbey
Ditto, ditto I hate it
Write to me
with sentimental effusion
Let me revel
in romantic illusion
Do you still smell of
vanilla and spring air?
And is my
favorite lover's pillow
Still firm and fair?
What was there, John
Still is there, John
Come soon as you can
to my cloister
I've forgotten
the feel of your hand
Soon, madam, we shall walk
in Cupid's grove together
And we'll fondly survey
And we'll fondly survey
That promised land
That promised land
Till then, till then
Till then, till then
I am as I ever was
I am as I ever was
And ever shall be
And ever shall be
Yours Yours
Saltpeter
John
John?
John!
Hmm?
What?
What are you doing down here?
I thought you'd be up there,
cracking the whip.
Oh, well, the shutters
are still closed.
My word! So they are.
Well, as the French say...
Oh, please, Franklin!
Spare me your bawdy mind
first thing in the morning.
Dare we call?
A congressman dares anything.
Go ahead.
Me?
Your voice is more piercing.
Oh, John, look at her.
Just look at her.
I am.
She's even more magnificent
than I remember.
Of course, we didn't see
much of her front last night.
Good morrow, madam.
Good morrow.
Is it the habit in
Philadelphia for strangers
to shout at ladies
from the street?
Not really, but...
And for men of your age it is not
only unseemly, it is unsightly.
Uh, excuse me, madam,
but we met last evening.
I spoke to no one last evening.
Indeed, you did not.
Nonetheless,
we did present ourselves.
This is Mr. John Adams.
I'm Dr. Benjamin Franklin.
The inventor of the stove.
Please! I know your names
very well, but...
Well, you said you presented
yourselves last night?
It's of no matter. Your thoughts
were well-taken elsewhere.
Oh.
My husband is not yet up.
Well, then shall we start over again?
Won't you join us?
Yes, of course.
Well, no wonder
the man couldn't write.
Who would think of
independence married to her?
I feel an absolute fool.
That's good for you, John.
I tell you, Franklin,
it's positively indecent.
John, they're young
and they're in love.
Not them, Franklin. Us.
Standing down here,
waiting for them to, uh...
Well, what will people think?
Don't worry, John. The history
books will clean it up.
Well, it doesn't matter.
I'll not appear in the history
books anyway. Only you.
Franklin did this
and Franklin did that,
and Franklin did
some other damned thing.
Franklin smote the ground
and out sprang
George Washington,
fully grown and on his horse.
Franklin then electrified him
with his miraculous lightning rod
then the three of them, Franklin,
Washington and the horse,
conducted the entire
revolution all by themselves.
I like it.
I beg your pardon, gentlemen.
It is indeed an honor to meet the
two greatest men in America.
Certainly the greatest
within earshot anyway.
I'm not an idle flatterer,
Dr. Franklin.
My husband
admires you both greatly.
Then we are doubly flattered,
for we admire very much that
what your husband admires.
Uh, did you sleep well, madam?
Hmm?
Huh!
Oh. Uh...
Well, I mean, did you lie...
Damn it, you know what I mean.
Yes, John, we know
what you mean.
Tell us about yourself.
We've heard precious little.
What's your first name? Martha.
Martha!
He might at least
have told us that.
Your husband
doesn't say very much.
Most silent man in Congress.
I have never heard him utter
three sentences together.
Not every man's a talker, John.
Yes, it's true, you know.
Tom is not a talker.
Oh, he never speaks his passions
He never speaks his views
Whereas other men speak volumes
The man I love is mute
In truth I can't recall
Being wooed with words
At all
Even now
Oh, don't stop, madam.
No. Tell us,
how did he win you?
And how does he hold on
to a bounty such as you?
Well, surely you've noticed that Tom
is a man of many accomplishments.
Of course.
Author, lawyer, statesman,
architect, farmer.
And still one more that
I hesitate to mention.
Don't hesitate, madam.
Don't hesitate.
No, tell us. What else can
that redheaded tombstone do?
He plays the violin
He tucks it right under his chin
And he bows
Oh, he bows
For he knows Yes, he knows
That it's
hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle
'Twixt my heart,
Tom and his fiddle
My strings are unstrung
Hi-hi-hi
Hi
I am undone
The violin, madam?
I hear his violin
And I get that feeling within
And I sigh Oh, I sigh
He draws near, very near
And it's
hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle
And goodbye to the fiddle
My strings are unstrung
Hi-hi-hi
Hi
I'm always undone
That settles it, John.
We're taking up the violin.
Very well, madam. You have us playing
the violin. What happens next?
Next, Mr. Adams?
Yes. What does
Tom do now?
Why, just what you'd expect.
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