Revolution

Ready?

Hang the king.

-Pull.

-Pull him down.

-Pull.

-Pull him down, Mohawks.

Down with the king.

Let's smash the bastard.

-Help me up. Come on, help me up.

-I've got you. I've got you.

Heave. Heave.

-Pull.

-It's going.

Pull. Pull. Pull.

Revolution.

A word spoke everywhere.

-Tear him apart.

-Bastard.

To the river.

To the river.

Let's drown him. Come on.

Come on, let's drown the bastard.

It's about the bringing down of a king...

...and the noisy shouting, celebrating...

...on the day my Ned and me

come into New York.

Then douse the fire. Go ahead, son.

My boy asks...

...what it is.

I don't know.

Great noisy fight...

...to make our business of trading furs

and skins a hard chore.

That's for certain.

Though only us, Ned and me, my Kaitlyn

and our two babes taken by fever...

... those year I go

stay my family deep in me...

... traveling every mile we travel.

Bright as a new penny, Ned is.

Like his ma, rest her beautiful soul.

His eyes are the same as hers.

Quick and keen.

She'd have told him more than me.

She'd have been able. Oh, my Katie.

-How do you like it here today?

-Down with the king.

Come on, ladies.

Wanna kiss German George?

-You filthy bastard.

-Get him. Get him.

I'm no Tory. No.

No, I can't swim.

-No more monarchy.

-Down with German George.

Read the declaration.

Read Jefferson's words.

Read the Declaration of lndependence.

Daisy, now,

don't you go spoiling our lovely day.

-Liberty or death.

-Here.

Good for the curling papers.

Go on, scum.

Join our independence.

The last thing I need

today is a headache.

Daisy McConnahay,

don't you dare.

-Mama.

-But, Daisy...

-Mama, I must.

-You're so pissing melodramatic, Daisy.

Language, Betsy. Daisy.

Read the declaration.

No more king.

-Liberty or death. No more king.

-No more king.

-Liberty or death. No more king.

-Liberty or death. No more king.

Liberty or death.

Hey.

Hey, Miss New York,

you coming to join us then?

Liberty or Death. No more king.

Liberty or death. No more king.

Liberty or death. No more king.

Liberty or death. No more king.

Join the German swine.

Piss on the British.

Let me through.

You there. You there.

The Army needs your boat

to drive the British out of Brooklyn.

My boat?

No, I can't give it to you.

Citizen, it's your duty,

your responsibility to give us your boat.

-Come on, Ned. Let's go.

-Give it to them.

-You're a patriot. You give your boat.

-Take the boat.

-Take the boat.

-Take the boat.

-Take the boat. Take the boat.

-Take the boat.

No, get off. Get off my boat.

-No. Ned. Ned. Ned.

-Take the boat.

Not my personals, you bastards.

-Hey, they're mine. Leave me alone.

-Get out.

Get your hands off me.

Leave my son alone.

-Leave me alone.

-Come on, get them off.

-Leave my son alone.

-Pa.

-Get him off.

-Ned.

-Take your hands off me.

-Get them off the boat.

Give the patriot a cheer.

Captain, give this man a note.

Let's go and get to the waters.

Ned.

-Ned.

-What's your name?

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Name?

-Hm?

-Dobb.

Tom Dobb.

Well, Dobb.

Take this to Wall Street,

and if you want cash for your boat...

Cash or coin in place of my boat.

Who the hell is that?

What good for us will come of it?

-You two, guard the boat.

-Aye, sir.

They are absolved from all allegiance

to the British Crown...

...and that all commanding...

Why do we travel and trade,

Ned and me?

Oh, bloody mean and damn unkindly thing

to take my boat...

...with its full stock of skins and furs.

We're an independent state.

-Join or die.

-Join or die.

Here, read it for me, Ned.

" Boat and providence, $70."

-Come on.

-Join or die.

-Join or die.

-We got no money, Pa.

-No, we ain't.

-Where are we gonna sleep?

But he keeps asking

the whys and wherefores.

They don't want a king here anymore

as far as I reckon.

That's all my learning of it.

Wait here, Ned.

Wait for me here.

Come through, then. Move along.

Down with King George.

-An independent state.

-Yay!

That they are absolved from

all allegiance to the British Crown.

-Shut up.

-Fellow patriots.

There is no cash. It's gone to war.

These notes are issued

by the Treasury of the United States--

God bless our Congress.

And they'll be redeemed in gold.

-Two weeks.

-Two weeks.

-When the war is won.

-Two weeks.

-When the war is won.

-When the war...

What is a congress

that God should bless it?

Oh, words be a sad struggle...

...not being a reader or a writer

of my language.

I read only my feelings.

And they say, king or congress...

...is all the same to me.

He's... He says the notes in your hand

are worth more than gold.

They are the future

of your country.

Our country.

Our country.

Two weeks. Now, get out.

Five shillings, and I repeat,

Now, what about you, young man?

-Can I beat the drum?

-Can you what?

-Beat the drum.

-Can you beat the bloody drum, he says.

Of course you can.

Come on.

Step up and get your 5 shillings.

Right, come on then.

Open the door now.

-I don't think women should fight.

-I will.

Right. Stand up straight here.

Turn to your left.

-Ned, it's your father.

-Ned.

What? What'd you do?

What happened?

Five shillings, Pa.

It's for you.

And a hundred and fifty acres of land

when the war's over.

-What'd you do, Ned?

-I joined up, Pa.

-No, you ain't. Come on.

-Where you going with that boy?

No, it's my son.

Here. Here's your 5 bob back.

It was a mistake here. Come on.

Where do you think you're going, mister?

Step back here at once.

-What do you think you're doing?

-I was in the commissary.

-I found out he joined.

-That's right.

-But it's a mistake. He ain't joined.

-ls this a mistake, Corporal Smith?

I recognize the boy.

-Show him the roll book.

-Top of the list.

I know his name. I'm his Pa.

I told you, he ain't joined.

-Yes, he has.

-He ain't had my permission.

Makes no difference.

He received the 5 shillings

and signed his name.

-Right here.

-You cross his name off with that quill.

-Then it never happened. Come on.

-Detain that man.

-Hold him there.

-Let go.

This boy's a recruit.

Your son's a soldier now.

You're in the Army.

-You can't just take him.

-They're all somebody's sons, mister.

And they're all willing to shed

their blood fighting tyranny.

Ask your boy whose war.

-All right, let's move on.

-No.

-Come, let's move it.

-No, it ain't his war.

-Company, about face.

-Come on, let's get it moving.

-Left right, left right.

-You can't force him in.

Hold, hold, hold it. Sergeant.

Come now, you gotta be a family man.

I've had three kids, one wife dead.

That's all I got living.

-Come on, you can't take him from me.

-Sons go to war because fathers don't.

If you wanna see your son again,

just sign the roll book.

Pa.

Hold him. If you do that once more,

I'll run you through, so help me.

Now, if you wanna see your son,

you sign the book.

That's right, sign up.

Four in my family signed up.

Sign the book here.

You're a bastard.

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