Revolution Page #3

Other women...

...lost to me.

Liberty or death.

Goodbye.

Liberty or death.

Liberty or death.

-Liberty or death.

-Victory.

Godspeed.

Liberty. To freedom.

We love you.

Listen good to me now, Ned.

When we get to where we're going...

...if something should happen to me,

we get separated...

...you stick by the officers,

do you hear?

They never risk hurt.

You stick close to the officers...

...and you look out for yourself first,

you hear?

This is the note, remember?

They gave us for the boat.

You keep it.

Go ahead, put it in your shoe.

Be brave, boys.

We fight for a true and just cause.

God will be with us.

Our life will turn

in many a strange direction.

Now coming on a boat of my own

to trade my trappings of fur and skins...

... to go off on a boat of war

to fight for a word they named liberty...

...of which I am unknowing,

never having had it in my own life...

... wondering of its need.

The British are coming.

Get out of New York.

Washington's words.

Read George Washington's words.

British are coming.

Get out of New York.

Washington's words.

Daisy. Daisy McConnahay,

if you go out there, you're a fool.

Daisy, take me with you.

Mama told us we

shouldn't go outside.

-Daisy.

-Mama.

Daisy, what is it?

What are you getting up to now?

What is all this?

You're not going out

into that street today.

Don't you know what's happened?

I know very well what's

happening out there.

There's madness out there,

Daisy, madness.

-You don't understand.

-I forbid you to leave this house.

Mama, I'm sorry.

-Serves you right if you get yourself raped.

-You... Oh!

Don't be so vulgar, Betsy.

I'll help hold him.

Dr. Sloan?

Dr. Sloan?

What in blazes are you doing here,

Miss McConnahay?

This is no place for you.

Go home to your mother and sisters.

-I brought some food.

-Well, give it out, and you go home, Daisy.

Give me something for

a tourniquet here.

Now hold it, girl.

Brooklyn Heights shows

the terrible force of the British army.

And this man called Washington.

And all us under him

are suffering painful defeat.

Legs and limbs strewed

along the flowered fields.

I and Ned before

ever lifting our weapon...

...were in the whistling path

of deadly grapeshot and chain.

Again, this lass?

You got eats?

-Her face come like a strange omen.

-Yeah.

Why does she appear this way?

What may she want from us?

She causes an uncomfort to me.

Is there some purpose to it?

-Here.

-Thanks.

You fought in the battle?

It must have been terrible.

God, you're cut.

Wait, I'll...

Let me help you. Lie back.

What was it like out there?

Could you tell me?

-The fighting?

-Yeah.

You wanna know that?

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