Revolution Page #3

I don't know, son.

Go back to New York.

Work in the rope factory.

-Get out.

-Heads up, men.

Go home.

Watch out for trouble.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Come here, you little rat.

New York is not as we left it.

It is now a place of complete England

with its ceremony and its soldiers.

Oh, but the throne itself

fills every street and alley.

They that were called

the Continental Army...

...broken as a dry twig.

-We' re with you, lads, don't worry.

-Yeah, the Mohawks are with you.

-We're with you.

-We'll get them next time.

Back there.

Here, have a drink.

Thanks, lady.

You too, my brave boy.

Drink up.

-Thanks. -It's Merle the drummer.

He hasn't seen us.

-Here, drink.

-Merle.

-Ned.

-Get back in line there.

This can't change anything.

All right, move, move, move. Come on.

All right, corporal, get them in the line.

-Welcome. Welcome to New York.

-Be careful, Ned.

Declaration.

Although the Congress

whom the misguided Americans...

...suffer to direct their opposition...

...to a reestablishment of the constitutional

government of these provinces...

-...have disavowed every purpose of...

-Stop. Stay there, lad.

-Merle, it's me.

-Ned, you got away.

Shut your corn box, boy.

No talking.

Where are your glorious rebels now,

Daisy?

-Run off like skunks?

-Oh, look. Look at father with the general.

...from the misguided Americans...

Betsy,

do you think we'll meet him?

Him and the cream of the British Army,

my dear.

They'll be drooling at our feet.

Every colony is part

of the British Empire.

God, you disgust me.

The king,

being most graciously disposed...

...to direct a revision

of such of his royal instructions...

...as may be construed

to lay an improper restraint...

...upon the freedom of legislation

in any of his colonies...

...and to concur

in the revisal of all acts...

...by which his subjects there

may think themselves aggrieved...

...it is recommended

to the inhabitants at large...

...to reflect seriously

upon their present conditions...

...and their expectations,

and to judge for themselves...

...whether it be more consistent

with their honor and happiness...

...to offer up their lives...

...or to return to their allegiance,

accept the blessings of peace...

...upon the true principles

of the constitution.

Given at New York,

the 19th day of September, 1776...

You ran?

We all ran. Everybody ran.

You ran?

It was run or get caught.

So I ran.

I thought you might have

stood your ground, Mr. Dobb.

Ain't my fight.

It ain't my fight.

She gives fright to me with her fury

to believe in some kind of fairy-tale soldier.

I wanna tell her so,

be shut of her.

And yet, she ties my tongue.

-You gotta be careful, you hear?

-Come here.

-Yes, Pa.

-Come here, you. Get out.

-Watch it, Ned.

Don't catch their eye. -Yes, Pa.

Hello, little soldier.

Go ahead.

Just keep going.

Us that's fought are now

sought as lowly criminals...

...scurrying like rats in the shadows

to save our skin.

Renegade, rebel traitors,

that's what we 're named.

And so this high-held word, liberty,

has come to shackle and enslave us.

Look here. Let me show you.

Let me show you down the sides.

No, it's beautiful. Beautiful.

And these curls are so crisp.

Pierre, so crisply curled.

Daisy.

My God, Mama,

what's going on here?

Now, Daisy,

before you start, don't.

I haven't the patience

and I haven't the time.

Now, here, take this.

This is you.

Now, go and make yourself presentable.

Tonight is a very special occasion.

The chance of a lifetime for your sisters.

So don't you go spoiling it.

-Here, dear, more powder.

-No.

Be quiet, Amy.

Don't be peevish.

-More powder.

-Mama.

What are those cases of luggage?

Now, these belong to two young officers

the general has asked us to billet.

Lord Hampton and Lord Darling.

Nobility, Daisy,

and both of them unmarried.

Lord Hampton

is the nephew of Poppy Hessup...

...who I'm told stands very close

to the queen's chamber.

Yeah, holding the pot, no doubt.

I'll not say any more, Daisy.

We all know your views on the subject,

but tonight, please keep them to yourself.

Now, here's your dress.

Go and put it on and try, just for once...

...to behave like a respectable member

of this family.

Betsy.

And while you're up there...

...you can clear your room

of all that poxy rebel-patriot stuff.

As you wish.

Voil, madam.

We'll be out here all night.

I'm sorry, may I interrupt?

Daisy, what are you doing?

Betsy, I'm sure you don't

mind sharing him with your Daisy.

Charming little girls.

Oh, what are you doing?

Oh, why don't you give me one, huh?

One for you.

You b*tch.

Bloody Yankee b*tch.

Your daughters are whores, madam.

All of them.

Whores.

-Henry.

-Dear God.

-Oh!

-Ahem.

Bastards. I'll show you.

Letting the English

swine in my room.

You pigs.

You murderers.

You...

I hate you.

I hate you, Mama and Papa.

Daisy.

There.

Well, I hope you're proud of yourself.

Did you hear what he called you?

Yankee b*tch.

Whore.

Whatever you may think, Daisy,

we have always loved you.

Your father and l...

...have had such hopes for you.

And you've never before given

me cause to feel ashamed of you.

It's not fair.

It's not fair. It's not fair.

After tonight...

...you know where we stand, Daisy.

You cannot belong to this family

and fight on the other side.

I know that.

You make up your mind.

I have.

Form into your companies.

Come on.

-We got a pig.

-Put that pig down.

Come back here.

-Get that boy.

-You bastard. That's our dinner.

-Give me the gun to shoot the pig.

-I got a grenade.

I feel that Ned's growing beyond me.

-Get on the cart.

-Steady. Steady.

I see him scant of the time now.

And it hurts hard to see

the sweetness of his youth...

...being lost in this

damn devil's fight.

Come on,

let's get out of here.

I'm alone and lonely without him.

-Over here.

-I stole a pig.

-Good, we eat.

-It got away. I fumbled it.

You fumbled it?

Dick stole a grenade

for us Mohawks...

...so we can blow a hole

in the sergeant's mess.

You ain't blowing nothing.

You ain't no Mohawk.

Well, I am now, Pa.

They just elected me to the gang.

What are you talking about?

You wanna get killed?

No, I ain't blowing no grenade.

Dick's blowing the grenade.

Then all of us are gonna go

in there and get all the eats.

What eats? Eats? What eats?

You eat, Ned.

I work for your eats.

-It's not for me. It's for Merle and them.

-I don't care who it's for.

You ain't no Mohawk and you

ain't blowing no grenade, you hear?

-Well, I'm going.

-No, you ain't going nowhere.

-I go where I want.

-No, you're staying here.

Ned, listen.

You've seen them bodies

floating in the river?

You seen them?

What are they?

They're just boys like you.

That's all they are.

Is that what you want?

In here.

-Stand clear.

-All right.

Move.

Well, well. We've got ourselves

a likely looking candidate.

Yes, you.

Are you fit?

Well, you look fit. You're fit.

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