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Ready!
- 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.
Pull! Pull! Pull!
Come on! To the river!
To the river!
Come on!
Come on, let's burn the bastard!
- Kill the King! - Come on, down to the river!
Come on, let's go. Come on!
Ned, get your sausage, then douse the fire.
Go ahead, Son.
We was bringin' furs down the river.
You could hear the city a mile off.
New York going crazy.
George's head!
How do you like it, lads? Here's his head!
Come on ladies, wanna kiss German George?
You filthy bastard!
I'm no Tory. No, no, no!
No, I can't swim! No!
Read the Declaration of Independence.
Daisy, now don't you go spoiling our lovely day.
They're here.
Good for curling papers.
Go on, scum!
The last thing I need today is a headache.
Daisy McConnahay, don't you dare.
Mama!
- But Daisy... - Mama, I must!
Don't be so pissing melodramatic, Daisy.
Language, Betsy.
Daisy!
Read the Declaration.
- Liberty or death! - No more kings!
Liberty or death! No more kings!
Liberty or death! No more kings!
Liberty or death!
Hey! Hey, Miss New York!
You comin' to join us, then?
Liberty or death! No more kings!
Liberty or death!
No more kings!
Drown 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!
No, get off!
Get off my boat. No.
No, no, no!
Not my personals, you bastard.
Hey, that's mine. Leave me alone.
Here, take this ashore.
Leave my son alone!
- Come on, leave me alone. - Come on, come on!
- Leave my son alone! - Pa!
Ned!
Give the patriot a cheer.
Captain, give this man a note.
Let's go get some others.
Ned. Ned!
- What's your name? - You all right?
- Yeah? - Name?
Dobb.
Tom Dobb.
Well done.
Take this to Wall Street. And if you want cash for your boat,
show it to the Provisional Commissary.
Who the hell is that?
Joe McConnahay. The sugar king.
You two, guard the boat.
Aye, sir.
Redcoat! Redcoat!
They are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown,
and that all political connection between them...
Here, read it for me, Ned.
"Boat and providence.
"Seventy dollars."
Come on.
We've got no money, Pa.
- No, we ain't. - Where are we gonna sleep?
Wait here.
Wait for me here.
An independent state.
That they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown.
Fellow patriots. There is no cash. It's gone to war.
These notes are issued
by the treasury of the United States, God bless our Congress,
and they'll be redeemed in gold.
Two weeks.
When the war...
When the war is won and the British are driven into the sea,
two weeks and you will be paid.
With interest. That is the word of Mr McConnahay.
A man you know and trust.
He says the notes in your hand are worth more than gold.
They are the future of your country.
Our country.
Two weeks! Now get out!
Five shillings. And that is for each. Five shillings.
On the drum head.
Now, what about you, young man?
- Can I beat the drum? - Can you what?
- Beat the drum. - Can you beat the bloody drum, he says.
Of course, you can.
Come on, step up and get your five shillings.
Right, come on, then.
- Ned, it's your father. - Ned.
What did you do?
What happened?
Five shillings, Pa. It's for you.
And 150 acres of land. When the war is over.
- What did you do, Ned? - I joined up, Pa.
No, you ain't, come on.
Oi, you, where you going with the boy?
Nowhere. That's my son.
Here. Here's your five bob back.
It was a mistake.
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 come out, I found out he joined.
- That's right. - But it's a mistake, he ain't joined.
- Is this a mistake? - See, I know it's my fault.
I recognise 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. - No, he ain't had my permission.
Makes no difference.
He received the five shillings and he signed his name.
- Right here. - You just cross his name off
with that quill there, see.
Then it never happened. Come on.
Detain that man. Hold him there.
These boys are crooks!
You can't just take him.
They're all somebody's sons, mister.
And they're all willing to shed their blood fighting tyranny.
- That's right. - Ask your boy. Whose war?
All right, let's move out.
- No. - Stay down!
- Come, let's move it. - It ain't his war!
Let's get it moving!
You can't force him in.
Halt, halt, halt, Sergeant.
Come now, you've got to be a family man.
I've had three kids, one wife dead. That's all I got living now.
Come on, you can't take him away.
Sons go to war because fathers don't.
You want to see your son again? Then sign the roll book.
Pa!
Hold him! If you do that once more I'll run you through.
So help me!
Now if you want to see your son, you'll sign the book.
That's right, sign up. Four in my family signed 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 five shillings.
You are now a member of the United States Army.
Now, there, you join them over there.
One piece of dry fish. Keep it dry, now. Keep it dry.
Liberty!
Move to the back of the boat!
There's freedom in your muskets, boys.
Liberty!
Liberty!
We love you!
Oarsmen. Push us out.
Liberty or death!
Goodbye.
Liberty or death!
Victory!
Godspeed!
Liberty!
Freedom!
We love you!
Listen good to me now.
When we get to where we're going,
if something should happen to me, if we get separated,
you stick by the officers. 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.
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