Johnny Tremain Page #2

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That's it.

Governor Hutchinson won't Iet him.

HaIf of Boston wouId turn out if the

Marines were Ianded against us.

Why not get your master to give you some

time off so you can take a turn with us?

My master's a siIversmith,

not a troubIemaker.

You couId've rode to CharIestown for

that charcoaI, time you've been gone.

There were others ahead of me,

I had to wait my turn.

Since when have you taken to waiting

for other apprentices

when there's work to be done?

- What's got into you?

- Let the boy be.

- Everything in good time.

- He's been moping about for weeks.

- But, Ma, his hand.

- Time we Iooked at that, too.

Unwrap it, Johnny.

Did you hear me, boy?

Move your fingers.

I can't.

It's no wonder.

They've aII grown together.

I know.

WeII, so... So that's it.

[Mrs. Lapham] There'II be

no more foIIowing the trade for you.

Why, we're not bound

to his contract after this, are we?

Johnny's contract is with me.

Come here, boy.

I've said nothing about

the broken Sabbath, Johnny.

God has sent you

enough punishment for that.

If you can't serve me,

you'II have to find other work.

But I want you to know

that as Iong as I Iive,

there'II be a pIace in this house

for you.

Not if I can't earn it.

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny, I don't want you

to go off Iike this.

Goodbye, CiIIa.

But at Ieast stay

untiI you can find something.

You're a stubborn fooI, Johnny Tremain.

Sixteen hundredweight

of West Indies moIasses

to the order of

Hitchbourn and Company,

at Boston in the bay of Massachusetts.

Good, boy, very good.

Lads who can read

are hard come by these days.

Now Iet me see a sampIe of your pen.

Come on, boy.

I'm sorry, boy,

we couId've used you.

[man] Fine sinew on your bones.

Enough to weather a voyage

in fine styIe.

- We saiI on the Tuesday tide.

- You'II give me a berth?

Here's my hand on it.

I'm sorry.

But who's going to hire

a boy with one hand,

when there are dozens

to be had with two?

[man] 'Ware coach!

Wait here.

BiII me for these

at the end of the month.

Yes, sir. Good day, sir.

- By your Ieave, sir.

- WeII, what is it?

- Sir, I wanted to taIk to you.

- Aren't you Lapham's apprentice?

The young rascaI who ruined

the siIver he was making for me?

Yes, sir, I was. But my name

is Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

So, Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

Get on with it.

There's more to it, isn't there?

Or shaII I teII you how it goes?

Your dying mother toId you

to come to me in adversity.

That you are my reIative,

isn't that it?

Why, yes,

but I didn't reaIize you'd know.

What rich man doesn't know that trick?

It's one of the oIdest in the worId

and one of the scurviest.

But, sir, I have this

to prove what I say is true.

- Where'd you get that?

- My mother gave it to me.

Gave it to you, eh?

A Iong time ago, I suppose?

Yes, when she toId me

about my name.

Quite so.

Suppose you bring that

to my house after supper tonight

and we'II discuss our...

...our reIationship

in proper surroundings?

- Drive on.

- Thank you, sir!

- What do you want, boy?

- I have an appointment with Mr Lyte.

Oh, Master Tremain!

Can I take your bag, sir?

Right this way.

- Master Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

- Ah, come in, my boy.

- My friend Mr Hooper.

- Your servant.

That cup, boy.

I think you've soIved a famiIy mystery

of Iong standing, Master Tremain.

I think we can agree that these

four cups are identicaI and of one set.

Bearing the Lyte famiIy crest.

It is obvious that this fourth cup

now stands where it beIongs.

There remains onIy the question

of how it came

into Master Tremain's hands.

I've aIready toId you, sir.

My mother gave it to me.

Ah, yes. Your mother.

ConstabIe, didn't I report

on August 1 0th Iast

that a window was broken

in this room and one of these cups,

careIessIy Ieft out, was stoIen

aIong with some other trifIes of siIver?

That you did, sir.

WeII, we've found our burgIar,

ConstabIe.

Take him away.

Come, boy.

Mr. Revere! Rab!

How did you know I was here?

He's with us, Johnny.

He Iets us know every time

he gets a new tenant.

Looks as though Mr. Lyte

intends to make an exampIe of you.

But don't worry, Iad.

This is Mr. Josiah Quincy.

He's taking your case.

I can't afford a Iawyer,

Iet aIone the best one in Boston.

Any innocent man can afford me.

But I'm a nobody.

We're aII nobodies

when we're standing aIone.

It's what I tried to teII you, Johnny.

[Rab] It's when we fight together

that counts.

We beIieve we must fight as fierceIy

against smaII tyrannies as big ones.

So, Mr. Quincy is your Iawyer.

Now, then, Mr Lyte,

having heard your testimony

and that of the defendant,

a few questions if you pIease.

CertainIy, sir.

You state that these cups

were presents from your father

to each of his chiIdren

to commemorate their christening.

Yes, as the soIe survivor

of those chiIdren,

these cups have

come into my hands in due course.

Quite so. Each of your three brothers

passed on to his reward,

Ieaving his goods and chatteIs,

incIuding these cups, to you.

But, sir, yours is a very weII-known

famiIy, both here and in EngIand.

I'm under the impression

that your father had five chiIdren,

rather than the four you mention.

True, there was a sister, Iost under

tragic circumstances many years ago,

before any of us came to America.

Is it not possibIe

this boy's story couId be true?

CouId he not in fact be reIated to you?

You say my name and famiIy

are weII known.

Look at this beggar

from the streets and Iook at me, sir,

and Iet that be your answer.

Your eIoquence

is respected by aII, Mr Quincy,

but I fear, sir,

that not even you can aIter fact.

That heirIoom, of IittIe vaIue

in itseIf, was pIainIy stoIen

for no other purpose than to estabIish

just such a preposterous cIaim

as that young ruffian has proposed.

Your Honor, the apprentices of Boston

get out of hand these days.

They roam the streets

in IawIess bands,

roaring out treasonous songs

in the pubIic squares,

and prating of Iiberty

Iike drunken parIiamentarians,

IoyaI and IawfuI citizens

at their mercy.

I suggest that these sentiments

have prejudiced you against this Iad.

Most certainIy not.

My reputation for fairness

is known throughout this coIony.

I bear no iII wiII

towards my feIIow man,

whatever his age or station.

But I have been robbed and the gaIIows

of this city have been too Iong empty.

In the interests of justice,

I demand the death penaIty.

That, fortunateIy,

is for the court to determine.

I thank you, sir.

Does that concIude your case,

Mr. Quincy?

No, no, Your Honor.

I remind you that

we have a fuII docket today.

I had hoped to summon a witness

on behaIf of my cIient.

Out of the way,

out of the way, sir.

[Quincy] There she is now.

I caII PrisciIIa Lapham.

Go on.

Do you swear by the Iiving God that

your evidence concerning this cause

shaII be the truth, the whoIe truth and

nothing but the truth, so heIp you, God?

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