Revolution Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1985
- 126 min
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It was a mistake here. Come on.
Where do you think you're going, mister?
Step back here at once.
-What do you think you're doing?
-I was in the commissary.
-I found out he joined.
-That's right.
-But it's a mistake. He ain't joined.
-ls this a mistake, Corporal Smith?
I recognize the boy.
-Show him the roll book.
-Top of the list.
I know his name. I'm his Pa.
I told you, he ain't joined.
-Yes, he has.
-He ain't had my permission.
Makes no difference.
He received the 5 shillings
and signed his name.
-Right here.
-You cross his name off with that quill.
-Then it never happened. Come on.
-Detain that man.
-Hold him there.
-Let go.
This boy's a recruit.
Your son's a soldier now.
You're in the Army.
-You can't just take him.
-They're all somebody's sons, mister.
And they're all willing to shed
Ask your boy whose war.
-All right, let's move on.
-No.
-Come, let's move it.
-No, it ain't his war.
-Company, about face.
-Come on, let's get it moving.
-Left right, left right.
-You can't force him in.
Hold, hold, hold it. Sergeant.
Come now, you gotta be a family man.
I've had three kids, one wife dead.
That's all I got living.
-Come on, you can't take him from me.
-Sons go to war because fathers don't.
If you wanna see your son again,
just sign the roll book.
Pa.
Hold him. If you do that once more,
I'll run you through, so help me.
Now, if you wanna see your son,
you sign the book.
That's right, sign up.
Sign the book here.
You're a bastard.
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
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.
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.
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