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Now, have you done as I asked?

No, John, I have not.

Well, why have you not?

Because you neglected to tell

us how saltpeter is made.

By treating sodium nitrate with

potassium chloride, of course.

Oh, yes, of course.

Will it be done, then?

John, I'm afraid we have

a more urgent problem.

More urgent, madam?

There's one thing every woman's

missed in Massachusetts Bay

Don't smirk at me, you egotist

Pay heed to what I say

We've gone from

Framingham to Boston

And we cannot find a pin

"Don't you know

there's a war on"

Say the tradesmen with a grin

Well, we will not make saltpeter

Until you send us pins

Pins, madam? Saltpeter.

Pins.

Saltpeter.

Pins.

Saltpeter.

Pins.

'Peter.

Pins.

'Peter. 'Peter.

Pins. Pins.

'Peter!

Pins.

Done, madam, done.

Done, John.

Hurry home, John.

As soon as I'm able.

Don't stop writing.

It's all I have.

Every day, my dearest friend.

Till then

Till then Till then

I am I am

As I ever was As I ever was

And ever shall be

And ever shall be

Yours Yours

Saltpeter

John

Pins

Abigail

For God's sake, John

Sit down

Franklin!

Franklin!

Where in hell are you?

Franklin!

I see you hiding

behind that tree.

It won't do you any good.

Damn it, this is no time

for playing games.

Franklin, I have been

looking everywhere for you.

Where in God's name

have you been?

Right here, John, being

preserved for posterity.

Do you like it?

It stinks.

As ever, the soul of tact.

Well, the man's no Botticelli.

And the subject's no Venus.

Franklin, where were you last

night when I needed you?

You should have heard

what I suffered in there.

I heard, all right. Along with

the rest of Philadelphia.

Lord, your voice

is piercing, John.

Well, I wish to heaven

my arguments were.

My God, Franklin, when are they

going to make up their minds?

With one hand

they can raise an army,

dispatch one of

their own to lead it,

and cheer the news

from Bunker's Hill.

And with the other,

they wave the olive branch,

begging the king for a happy

and permanent reconciliation.

Fat George has

declared us in rebellion.

Why in bloody hell can't they?

John, really? You talk as if

independence were the rule.

It's never been done before.

No colony has ever broken from the

parent stem in the history of the world.

Damn it, Franklin, you

make us sound treasonous.

Do I?

Treason, eh?

Treason is a charge

invented by winners

as an excuse for

hanging the losers.

I have more to do

than stand here,

listening to you quote yourself.

No, that was a new one.

Damn it, Franklin, we're at war.

To defend ourselves,

nothing more.

We expressed our displeasure,

the English moved against us,

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