Johnny Tremain

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Mr. Jonathan Lyte!

- Good day to you, Mr. Lyte.

- Good day, Lapham.

- I have a commission for you.

- Yes, sir, your servant.

The teapot to this set

was ruined by a careIess maid.

I vaIue the piece

and wish to repIace it.

But I must have it by Monday next.

Monday, sir? It's a mighty short time

for such a fine piece.

Looks Iike one of Revere's best.

Why not take it to him?

Revere? Look at the mark.

You made that set yourseIf

more than 30 years ago.

So I did. So I did.

Oh, but Monday, sir. I don't know.

It's a Iong time

since I've done anything Iike this.

Very weII,

I shaII have to take it to Revere.

We can do it, Mr. Lyte.

My master's too modest.

You do not seem overburdened

in that direction. Who are you?

- Johnny Tremain, sir.

- [Lapham] My apprentice.

WeII, since you aIIow him to speak

for you, on Monday morning.

- EarIy.

- Yes, sir.

A fine commission,

and you'd have Iet it go out the door!

BeautifuI, isn't it?

And I made it.

I think I can do most of it, sir.

A fine piece Iike this?

And you not haIf through your term?

Takes a taII man

to cast a great shadow, boy.

Put it away.

But I'm sure I can do it.

Heed HoIy Writ, Proverbs 1 6:

''Pride goeth before destruction

and a haughty spirit before a faII.''

I think I can do anything, CiIIa,

just about anything,

if I get the chance.

WeII, Grandpa's right about one thing.

When the meek inherit the earth,

I doubt you'II get one square foot

of sod, Johnny Tremain.

Oh, it's no use.

It Iooked aII right when it was...

You think I don't know

what's wrong?!

[sighs] God's wiII is pIain.

Mr. Lyte wiII have to find

another smith.

I'II go to Mr. Revere in the morning.

He heIped me before,

he'II know what's wrong.

You've Iet commissions go before

when Grandpa didn't feeI up to them.

Why are you so anxious about this one?

Mr. Lyte's our IandIord.

Isn't that reason enough?

What's this?

A mark to sign my siIver with

when I'm my own master.

Using Mr. Lyte's famiIy crest?

J for Johnny, T for Tremain,

what's the L for?

[night watchman]

Seven o'cIock on a fine night!

It's a secret I've never toId anyone.

[night watchman] AII's weII!

You can teII me.

Promise on your hope of heaven

you'd never teII anyone eIse?

- On my hope of heaven.

- WeII...

My mother toId me my reaI name

is Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

Jonathan Lyte Tremain?

You, a reIative of Mr. Lyte?

What are you to him?

I don't know.

Mother wouIdn't teII me.

Why? Was she afraid?

Or ashamed?

Proud, I think.

She was the proudest woman

in the worId.

But apprenticing you to Grandpa...

And the Lytes aImost as rich

as John Hancock himseIf.

She wanted me to Iearn my trade,

make my own way.

Are you crazy?

A chance at a big house,

servants, coaches,

and your own ships

saiIing the seven seas?

I'd rather be my own master

and stand on my own feet.

Johnny, this isn't another one

of your tricks, is it?

Maybe you'II beIieve this.

[Johnny] My mother's christening cup.

If I ever have to go to Mr. Lyte,

I'm to show him this.

But she made me promise I wouIdn't go to

him unIess God himseIf had forsaken me.

And I never wiII.

[saIesman] Fresh cod! MackereI!

- I'm Iooking for Mr. Revere.

- His shop's down the street.

Yes, I know.

His wife toId me I'd find him here.

- He's busy.

- WeII, I'II wait.

If you want to.

''Countrymen,

ships Iaden with EngIish tea

are now bound for this port.''

''Shun the detested beverage,

Iet none be Ianded on these shores.''

What's this?

The most important

piece of news in Boston.

- Tea? But I Iike tea.

- AImost everyone does.

The EngIish Ministry has aIready

coIIected a tax on this tea,

and added it to the price.

Now, if we Iet that stuff in,

every time we buy a pound of it,

we'II be paying a tax

we haven't voted.

That's why we're printing these,

to warn everyone of the reaI truth.

Who is ''we''?

- The Sons of Liberty.

- But who are you?

Everyone in Boston who beIieves

their Iiberties are worth fighting for.

You can keep your poIitics.

I'II stick to my trade

and mind my own business.

- Rab, you finished yet?

- Yes, UncIe Nat.

- If they suit Mr. Adams.

- I'II Iook at them.

- What are you doing here?

- I want to see you, Mr. Revere.

- In a moment.

- Yes, sir.

- ExceIIent, Rab.

- Thank you, Mr Adams.

Get them to your Liberty boys. Sooner

they spread through town, the better.

I'II naiI one

to the Governor's door myseIf.

Sometimes I wonder

why we troubIe ourseIves.

- Liberty is for the young.

- They have the spirit for it.

This Iad seems to have business

with you, PauI. We'II go on.

Good day, gentIemen.

Dr. Warren, Mr. Adams...

Seems Iike everybody in Boston's

interested in tea.

Not tea, the principIe behind it.

Now what is it this time?

WeII, we've been commissioned

to repIace the teapot in a siIver set.

I copied this from the creamer

and enIarged it,

but it aIways comes out wrong.

This is properIy the work

for a master, not an apprentice.

Mr. Lapham feeIs he's too oId for

such work, but we need the trade badIy.

The fauIt here is not craftsmanship.

I've seIdom seen better.

No, it's in your design.

EnIargement isn't enough. Proportion

has to be taken into account too.

Now...

If we make our curves...

...deeper, Iike this.

You see?

Enough of work, Iad. Don't you hear

the beII ringing for vespers?

I've aImost finished this pattern...

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