Revolution Page #4

What about legs?

Can he move his legs, corporal?

Ask him to move his legs.

Get your legs up.

On the spot. Running on the spot.

Up, up, up.

-Up, up, up.

-Left, right, left, right, left.

Get them arms up.

Legs up.

-Up, up, up.

-Left, right, left, right, left.

All right, all right, that'll do.

You and Clowski get to drag the guy.

What are you gawping at, you lot?

This, you dumb Yankees...

...is the guy.

And it's for the officers.

On account, they want a bloody fox hunt

before they ride off to their bloody war.

But there ain't any foxes

in this part of the world.

I daresay, you've ate them all.

So these two get to drag the hunt...

...using this ropey-looking effigy

of dear old Georgie Washington there.

But if you've got any ideas

about running off, forget them...

...because when we catch up with you,

and we will, we'll hang you.

Understood?

Right, corporal, bring them on.

Right. The pay's 2 coppers.

One now, one when you're finished,

if the dogs don't eat you.

Come on over there. I want

another man on this pump now. Move.

Get us a sausage.

No. I won't get you no sausage.

Get your own.

You toady to these bugs

like they was tin Jesus.

-It's just to keep you safe.

-Me, Pa, I can watch out for myself.

-It's you who wants to keep low.

-That ain't right to say to me, Ned.

Ain't me hiding.

It was you who run and me you dragged.

Ned. Ned.

-Ned.

-Take care of yourself, Pa.

Stick with the officers.

You won't risk getting hurt.

Away from that door. Come here.

Where do you think you're going?

Where'd you think

you were going, eh?

You say something?

-No.

-Did you say something?

Talking about an officer?

-I could charge you for that.

-Come on.

-Bring him out. Follow me.

-Out. Move.

You there, fall in. Move it.

Let's get this pair down to the field.

Come on, come on. Move along.

Are these the men, sergeant major?

-Yes, sir.

-I see. Well, get them scented up.

You heard what the captain said.

Scent them up.

Now, look,

you're being paid handsomely for this...

...and we want some good sport,

so see you earn your money.

Right, sergeant major.

-Run them bloody off.

-Very good, sir.

Here's your pass.

Gets you through the lines. Off you go.

All right. Away you go.

Come on, move. Move. Move it.

-Move. Move it along.

-Give them a good start, master.

Hold back, hold back.

Get them away.

Ten sovereigns,

the big one doesn't last the course.

It's the little man

you have to watch out for.

You make one ashamed,

hunting with men.

-No more.

-No, it's not far. It's not far.

No.

Listen, the water's there.

We gotta get the water on it.

-It's not far.

-No water.

It's right there.

-Free.

-ldiot. Idiot.

You got the scent on you.

-I don't care.

-They're gonna run you down.

-You got the scent on you.

-I don't care.

Have they lost the beggar?

Nothing down there.

A strange and cruel thing to die

a hunter of animals for means to live...

...and now the animal hunted.

All for the foolish sport of kings.

I am made prideless,

crawling to survive for my Ned's life.

-Divide and rule, eh?

-Come on.

What?

Now let's get the one

running with the fox.

Come on, you bastards.

Call off the dogs.

Good heavens, it's not.

It can't be.

Oh, look,

it's poor old Georgie Washington.

Poor old chap

seems to have run out of puff.

-Hold it. Hold it, then, hold it.

-Developing a soft spot for him, are we?

I think we'll have to

put him out of his misery.

And so ends the American dream,

eh, what?

-Come on, tallyho.

-Damn fine ride.

"...valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil, for thou are with me.

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me

in the presence of mine enemies.

Thou anointest my head with oil,

my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house

of the Lord forever."

Amen.

-They're all gone now, Bill?

-Well, they're sleeping, Ben.

-Just sleeping.

-Put to bed with a mattock.

Tucked in with a spade.

-It's me going next.

-No, you have drummers' luck.

-Like you.

-Aye. Like him.

You can't fight a war

without drummer boys, son.

Now we'll get some more.

Ben.

That's nice.

Good.

-Ned, stop. Stop.

-What?

Look.

You're good, son.

-We'll give you a drum of your own.

-Ahh!

Cross me, and I'll pop out your glim.

Corporal.

Here.

-Come on, lad. On your feet.

-You just got lucky.

Move.

Come on.

-Come on.

-Come on, me laddie.

Make ready.

Regiment.

-Please let me through.

-Keep quiet.

-I beg of you.

-I don't care. Get back. Come on.

-Just get back. Shut up.

-Let her through.

-Tom.

-It's a Tory chicken.

Have you seen Tom Dobb?

Does Tom Dobb work here?

Five, five, I want five. I want five.

Give me five, give me five.

-Give me five.

-Five, five. I got five.

Anyone else? Five, five.

Give us five.

Four, four, four,

I want four. I want four.

-I want four. You betting, lady? Four.

-No.

-Miss Daisy.

-What?

-In there.

-Where?

-In there.

-All right, let them go.

-Form them. That's another one.

-One, two, three.

Tom.

Tom.

It's your son.

They took your son.

I saw him taken this

afternoon by the British.

I let him go too far from me.

Everything that was

is now far from me.

They've marched north.

North. We've lost.

Oh, Tom.

I'll find him, Katie, I swear.

God, give me strength.

Tom, what are you doing?

Gonna get a boat.

But you got no weapon.

-Tom.

-Thank you for coming to me.

We could have spoke.

God save you, Tom and Ned.

I'll find you, Ned.

Wherever you be, by God,

I'll find you.

Number three post,

move with 12.

-You got it.

-Sergeant major.

His Lordship wants a boy...

...to polish his boots.

Come on then.

Go on, go on.

Hello, Ben.

Ah. A new boy.

Well.

You.

Come.

Ah! You bugger.

Sergeant major.

Sir?

The gunner's daughter.

Sir.

Here.

-You others can witness this.

-Let me go.

Boys.

Now, me little fish.

See what's come to us.

See what you've done.

Get his boots off.

Wonder who he picked on this time.

-Christ, he's only a boy.

-Heave it up.

Hold him steady.

You let him alone.

Follow me.

Please.

Ben, go to bed.

-Want some booze, Bill?

-Three knaves.

Cheating, Jesse?

Come on, don't take

all night. Come on, lay a card.

-Oh, blimey, look at this.

-What you got?

Beat you again.

-Ned, Ned, it's me.

-Pa.

Oh, Ned.

Oh, Ned.

Oh, God,

what have they done to you?

Oh, Ned. You're safe now, son.

I'll take care of you now, son.

I'll cut you free.

I'll cut you free.

Take Merle, Pa.

He helped me. Please.

Take Merle.

Can you walk?

Oh, God.

-I got you, Ned.

-Pa.

-Here, let me take you.

-Please take Merle.

He tried to help.

Come on.

Oh, no, where is it?

What was given me to get through.

Oh, yes. The crown. Here.

-They hurt, Pa.

-I know, son, I know.

I got you. God.

It's all right.

I got you.

Ben.

Ben.

Ben.

Where'd they go, son?

You know, Ben.

Now, where'd they go?

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