Revolution Page #6

-You got salt?

-Yeah.

Here.

That's good.

Sit here.

Oh, your feet must be ice.

Heaven above,

how light shines in her tired eyes.

-Come here.

-You're an Indian now.

-This well-born New York Joan of Arc...

-I'm a scout.

...throwing away all comfort to

tread this muddy hell to reach us...

...time and again

with her burning purpose of liberty.

Here.

God, I never thought

I'd see you again.

Tell me, Daisy.

What happened to you?

Well, Cuffy and I, we left New York

and fled to Philadelphia...

...where there were partisans,

and we joined them.

And we smuggled food, boots,

muskets, flints.

And I learned how to sail.

-Did you?

-Yeah, on the Chesapeake.

I can see you're

wearing a captain's coat.

It's Captain Stanhope's.

He gave it to me.

Look at my hands.

-See how rough they got?

-Oh, yeah.

-Look at the calluses on them.

-It's from the ropes.

It's from sailing.

Yeah.

-They're like mine.

-Yeah.

Where will I find the words?

The courage to tell her?

I can sail anywhere with you now, Tom.

Oh, could you, Daisy?

Yes, I could.

There's some more if you want it.

Pa, the wagon's coming.

You'll be all right at Yellow Springs Hospital.

I'll wait till you get back.

-See you when you get back.

-Got your wagon ready? Whoa!

Cuffy, this is Tom.

Tom, this is Cuffy.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Mr. Tom.

-Wait, I got something for you.

-Get that wagon rolling.

I'm Bella.

-My father's lsrael Davis, the gunner.

-Come on, walk.

-Just a minute.

-I'm staying here with him.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm Ned.

-Pleased to meet you, Ned.

-This will keep you warm.

-Oh, thank you, Tom.

-All right, let's go. Come on, come on.

-Let's move out.

-Pack my stuff for me.

Yeah, just a moment, Pa. Come on.

-You've got a limp.

-Oh, it's nothing.

-Were you wounded?

-I was captured, but my Pa saved me.

Are you going back to Philadelphia

after you take them to the hospital?

I don't know.

I go where they tell me.

Where are you gonna be?

-I don't know. I'm gonna...

-I love you, Daniel.

Well, I'll be scouting here all winter.

After that, I don't know.

Indians wanna go

back to their families.

Me, I don't know.

Bye, I'll miss you.

You named your horses yet, Daisy?

Yeah, this is Fast and this is Faster.

I cannot let her go

without saying or asking.

God, give me words

to show her my heart.

Quickly, before she goes again.

You can't come.

-Is it this sailor that she speaks of?

-Daisy.

-This Captain Stanhope?

-The guy who gave you the coat.

The captain.

He the one that learnt you to sail?

-Yes, he did.

-He's a good sailor?

Yes, he is.

He's in Philadelphia now?

-No.

-That's as far as you go, scout.

-You gonna marry him?

-No.

Only you, Tom Dobb.

Only you.

Charge.

Turn that wagon.

-Hold on, Cuffy.

-Faster, they're gaining on us.

-They're coming quick. Faster.

-No, go.

Faster.

Go!

Go!

Daisy McConnahay.

You traitorous b*tch.

Forward.

Well done, my lord.

That traitor.

Here's the news.

-The news of nearing victory comes.

-The French joined in our cause.

But the thoughts of Daisy cloud

the great happiness I would feel.

The noble Daisy.

Best in spirit, in kindness, in courage.

Be first in my thoughts.

Does she live? Is she hurt?

Killed?

I'd were it me in her stead.

I'd were it me with all my heart.

He says there's records

on everyone in here.

Those dead, those missing.

Did you ever think

we'd be doing this?

-No.

-Three days married.

I can't believe it.

-Give him the corner.

-I'll just go sign for this letter.

Pa, I'll wait over here for you,

all right?

We'll have to work on this

quite considerably, I think.

-I see. All right, thank you.

-No, no.

John Jeffries,

in the third artillery.

I'm looking for someone who was wounded

at Valley Forge, or killed, I don't know.

She was headed this way,

so I thought you might have a record of her.

-Name, Daisy McConnahay.

-Well, this is the book.

That mark there,

that means dead.

I don't read. I don't read.

-What was the name again?

-Daisy McConnahay.

Oh, hello.

What do you think?

-Of what?

-The British.

They made a terrible

mess of this place.

Congress can't meet

unless I set things aright.

Congress?

I heard they fight a lot.

All we can do is pray.

I don't think that...

-Not listed there?

-No.

Mr. Rittenhouse made it.

This is the Earth

and that's the moon.

-How far is that?

-Two hundred thousand miles.

Don't seem that far.

-How do you know for sure?

-I went to Harvard.

See? See how the planets turn?

Each makes its own

revolution around the sun.

See, Mr. Jefferson says

that that's the idea of America.

A revolution.

A new turn.

-Anything?

-Ain't no record.

Long live Washington.

Long live Washington.

Long live Washington.

They say we're going north

to chase the British into the sea.

War will be over in two weeks.

About time.

I've had a belly full of this fight.

I haven't had a belly full in a month.

-Forward march.

-Bye.

-Bye-bye.

-Number one company.

-Forward march.

-Goodbye. Goodbye, sweetheart.

Bye.

-I love you.

-I'll be waiting for you.

And so as everything

in this world...

...like the world itself

turns one full turn...

...here I be witnessing Ned

like once I was...

... taking a girl to wed,

make a wife.

-God bless you, Ned.

-Her name is Bella...

... who he sees and knows

at the mere sight...

-...she is the one.

-Go back to your guns.

As things in war are sudden,

so is the knowing of the heart.

-Thank you, sir.

-God bless you all.

-Do you want anything?

-I love you, Ned.

And with the help of heaven above,

he'll survive these last few days of war...

...to begin his family

in a land of freedom.

Start out on the fatherly life as once I did,

with its joys and its woes...

...its worries and its wonders.

A nearing victory and the last few days

of war they gave promise to...

...became threescore

months and more...

...till we marched into Yorktown

with guns still smoking and firing.

Oh, what teller of fortune or magic

seer would have said or held belief...

...that the beaten and straggling Continental

Army that we were a long five year ago...

...would today be at what our generals

do proclaim the very doorway of victory.

Get the British bastards out of here.

Fire.

Stretcher.

Fire.

Get up.

Two stretches to the right, Pa.

Two stretches to the right.

You seen him?

-Elevation, 150 yards.

-Got him.

-Where you gonna take him?

-Shoulder.

Hold on, boys.

That's a good shot.

I can't see for the smoke.

Quick, who's got more flint?

Pa.

Pa, it's him.

-Look down there at the post on the end.

-Kill those British bastards.

It's that English bastard.

-Oh, yeah.

-Hold steady, boys.

I see him, Ned.

I see him.

Hold steady, boys, steady.

What's he doing?

He's going to the beach.

He's coming for our spotter.

Advance range.

Make way.

Pull it.

Pull. Pull.

Third battery.

Keep your heads down.

Fire.

-Ned, Ned, are you all right?

-I'll be back soon.

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