Revolution Page #2

Hold him.

-Sign on the line.

-You're a bastard.

And you

watch your language too, mister.

Good.

Hey, Mr. Dobbs.

Here's your 5 shillings.

You are now a member

of the United States Army.

Read Jefferson's words.

Read Jefferson's words.

-Read the Declaration of lndependence.

-One musket, two flints.

-One powder horn.

-Don't worry.

One musket...

Here you are. Half a cup of peas.

-...two flints, one powder horn.

-That's right, half a cup.

Now there, you join them over there.

One piece of dried fish.

Keep it dry, now, keep it dry.

Fight the whole of

our life to get born...

...to stay alive, fight nature,

gain food and warmth.

Fight our faults to

stay a decent man.

And now to fight someone else's

goddamn fight...

...that I have no understanding of

or reason for.

Oh, my Ned.

All for the sake of banging a drum.

There's freedom in your muskets, boys.

-We love you.

-I'll pray for you, men.

-God's with you all.

-For liberty.

-I love you.

-Liberty.

No more king.

I look in the face of

women to see a reminder.

Some mirror of my Katie,

taken from us.

I never, ever see it.

Other women...

...lost to me.

Liberty or death.

Goodbye.

Liberty or death.

Liberty or death.

-Liberty or death.

-Victory.

Godspeed.

Liberty. To freedom.

We love you.

Listen good to me now, Ned.

When we get to where we're going...

...if something should happen to me,

we get separated...

...you stick by the officers,

do you hear?

They never risk hurt.

You stick close to the officers...

...and you look out for yourself first,

you hear?

This is the note, remember?

They gave us for the boat.

You keep it.

Go ahead, put it in your shoe.

Be brave, boys.

We fight for a true and just cause.

God will be with us.

Our life will turn

in many a strange direction.

Now coming on a boat of my own

to trade my trappings of fur and skins...

... to go off on a boat of war

to fight for a word they named liberty...

...of which I am unknowing,

never having had it in my own life...

... wondering of its need.

The British are coming.

Get out of New York.

Washington's words.

Read George Washington's words.

British are coming.

Get out of New York.

Washington's words.

Daisy. Daisy McConnahay,

if you go out there, you're a fool.

Daisy, take me with you.

Mama told us we

shouldn't go outside.

-Daisy.

-Mama.

Daisy, what is it?

What are you getting up to now?

What is all this?

You're not going out

into that street today.

Don't you know what's happened?

I know very well what's

happening out there.

There's madness out there,

Daisy, madness.

-You don't understand.

-I forbid you to leave this house.

Mama, I'm sorry.

-Serves you right if you get yourself raped.

-You... Oh!

Don't be so vulgar, Betsy.

I'll help hold him.

Dr. Sloan?

Dr. Sloan?

What in blazes are you doing here,

Miss McConnahay?

This is no place for you.

Go home to your mother and sisters.

-I brought some food.

-Well, give it out, and you go home, Daisy.

Give me something for

a tourniquet here.

Now hold it, girl.

Brooklyn Heights shows

the terrible force of the British army.

And this man called Washington.

And all us under him

are suffering painful defeat.

Legs and limbs strewed

along the flowered fields.

I and Ned before

ever lifting our weapon...

...were in the whistling path

of deadly grapeshot and chain.

Again, this lass?

You got eats?

-Her face come like a strange omen.

-Yeah.

Why does she appear this way?

What may she want from us?

She causes an uncomfort to me.

Is there some purpose to it?

-Here.

-Thanks.

You fought in the battle?

It must have been terrible.

God, you're cut.

Wait, I'll...

Let me help you. Lie back.

What was it like out there?

Could you tell me?

-The fighting?

-Yeah.

You wanna know that?

-Why do you wanna know that?

-Please.

We was just over there in...

In the marshes.

Under the Brooklyn Heights.

Was dawn.

We was waiting.

There was shooting.

Then men just start falling

all around us from the gunfire.

You saw the British?

-We never saw no one.

-No, they used chain...

...from the cannon they shot chain

and grape.

Cutting men down.

Cutting them in half.

It was my first battle.

You're so brave.

You keep your head down, Ned.

Get some sleep, son.

You fought for our cause.

My cause to fight

was to stay with my boy only.

She has little knowing of me.

She seems as though lost.

Some hurtful sadness in her

would have me say words of comfort...

...for I could find the words.

-On your feet. Let' s go.

-Move, I said. Move yourselves.

How many more times do we tell you?

-Come on, lads.

-Face back there.

-Come on.

-Come along.

-Form up and march, you sluggards.

-You lousy vermin.

-Back to the wall.

-Get on your feet.

Form up.

Form up. Come on.

-Get in line and follow these men.

-Go on. Get up.

Move along.

Back to the line.

To be an American in this uneven

fight is to be a lamb to slaughter.

An angry squirrel fighting a lion.

God's on our side.

Come on, son. Come on.

-Be brave.

-Stay close to me, son.

Get to the wall.

Get to your positions.

Come on, boy.

We can beat them.

-God have mercy.

-Aim for the officers.

Amen.

Aim for the officers.

Be brave, men.

They're nothing

but bloody animals.

Friday's children.

-Major.

-Ready, my lord.

For king and country.

Hear me.

God is with you.

Be brave.

You're British soldiers and the

best bloody regiment in the world.

Extend the range, captain.

Forward march.

Good job.

Keep your dressing.

Get ready, boys.

Hold your fire.

Many a time have I prepared

a weapon to defend against a threat.

Well, unruly beasts

during the need of fur to trade...

...but never to the destruction

of another human soul.

If it be in me to do,

I cannot know.

Aim steady, men.

On my command. Fire.

Regiment...

...hold.

Poise muskets.

Make ready.

Front rank, fire.

Second rank, fire.

Rear rank, fire.

Back to the second line.

Remember, you're Americans.

Come back. Stand and fight.

Hold your ground.

Order arms.

Present bayonets.

By the center. And march.

Keep your dressing.

Fall back, men.

-Fall back.

-Come on, now. Come on, Ned.

-Long live America.

-God, it's a massacre.

Come back.

Stand your ground.

Ned.

Get him.

Charge. Charge.

Run. Run for your lives.

Back. Back, Ned.

Come on.

Pa.

-Pa.

-Bastard.

Ned.

-Jump.

-Come on.

Come along, lad.

Get the flag.

God save King George.

I, being born of another place,

sold and sent as a babe to this land...

...makes me only

some little bit American.

For I would as leaf be back in

the natural land of my birth...

...than caught in this butchery

for a cause not mine.

Regiment...

...reform at color.

-The Army was going north.

-Wait for me.

-Let them go.

-We're gonna cut around the British.

I'll take freedom for Ned and me

from this bloodshed now and here.

We're going home.

It's over for us.

This war's over for us.

Come on.

Wait for me, Billy. Wait.

What are we gonna do, Pa?

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