Revolution

Ready?

Hang the king.

-Pull.

-Pull him down.

-Pull.

-Pull him down, Mohawks.

Down with the king.

Let's smash the bastard.

-Help me up. Come on, help me up.

-I've got you. I've got you.

Heave. Heave.

-Pull.

-It's going.

Pull. Pull. Pull.

Revolution.

A word spoke everywhere.

-Tear him apart.

-Bastard.

To the river.

To the river.

Let's drown him. Come on.

Come on, let's drown the bastard.

It's about the bringing down of a king...

...and the noisy shouting, celebrating...

...on the day my Ned and me

come into New York.

Then douse the fire. Go ahead, son.

My boy asks...

...what it is.

I don't know.

Great noisy fight...

...to make our business of trading furs

and skins a hard chore.

That's for certain.

Though only us, Ned and me, my Kaitlyn

and our two babes taken by fever...

... those year I go

stay my family deep in me...

... traveling every mile we travel.

Bright as a new penny, Ned is.

Like his ma, rest her beautiful soul.

His eyes are the same as hers.

Quick and keen.

She'd have told him more than me.

She'd have been able. Oh, my Katie.

-How do you like it here today?

-Down with the king.

Come on, ladies.

Wanna kiss German George?

-You filthy bastard.

-Get him. Get him.

I'm no Tory. No.

No, I can't swim.

-No more monarchy.

-Down with German George.

Read the declaration.

Read Jefferson's words.

Read the Declaration of lndependence.

Daisy, now,

don't you go spoiling our lovely day.

-Liberty or death.

-Here.

Good for the curling papers.

Go on, scum.

Join our independence.

The last thing I need

today is a headache.

Daisy McConnahay,

don't you dare.

-Mama.

-But, Daisy...

-Mama, I must.

-You're so pissing melodramatic, Daisy.

Language, Betsy. Daisy.

Read the declaration.

No more king.

-Liberty or death. No more king.

-No more king.

-Liberty or death. No more king.

-Liberty or death. No more king.

Liberty or death.

Hey.

Hey, Miss New York,

you coming to join us then?

Liberty or Death. No more king.

Liberty or death. No more king.

Liberty or death. No more king.

Liberty or death. No more king.

Join the German swine.

Piss on the British.

Let me through.

You there. You there.

The Army needs your boat

to drive the British out of Brooklyn.

My boat?

No, I can't give it to you.

Citizen, it's your duty,

your responsibility to give us your boat.

-Come on, Ned. Let's go.

-Give it to them.

-You're a patriot. You give your boat.

-Take the boat.

-Take the boat.

-Take the boat.

-Take the boat. Take the boat.

-Take the boat.

No, get off. Get off my boat.

-No. Ned. Ned. Ned.

-Take the boat.

Not my personals, you bastards.

-Hey, they're mine. Leave me alone.

-Get out.

Get your hands off me.

Leave my son alone.

-Leave me alone.

-Come on, get them off.

-Leave my son alone.

-Pa.

-Get him off.

-Ned.

-Take your hands off me.

-Get them off the boat.

Give the patriot a cheer.

Captain, give this man a note.

Let's go and get to the waters.

Ned.

-Ned.

-What's your name?

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Name?

-Hm?

-Dobb.

Tom Dobb.

Well, Dobb.

Take this to Wall Street,

and if you want cash for your boat...

Cash or coin in place of my boat.

Who the hell is that?

What good for us will come of it?

-You two, guard the boat.

-Aye, sir.

They are absolved from all allegiance

to the British Crown...

...and that all commanding...

Why do we travel and trade,

Ned and me?

Oh, bloody mean and damn unkindly thing

to take my boat...

...with its full stock of skins and furs.

We're an independent state.

-Join or die.

-Join or die.

Here, read it for me, Ned.

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