Sons of Liberty

Previously on Sons of Liberty...

Taking your ship, you Loyalist bastard.

All of this violence and unrest,

it is bad for business.

It's all money for you. Isn't that what this is about?

You can't force us to drink your junk tea

when it's at the bottom of the harbor.

Is nothing to be done to quash this insurrection?

General Gage.

Your service as governor has concluded.

General Gage is a cancer.

He brings with him only suffering and death.

Ahh! No!

Is this how you treat loyal British citizens?

Not British. They're colonists.

And all of you will be treated however I see fit

until you learn to submit to your king.

Well, I cannot leave a lady stranded.

Let me take you home.

The British oppression in Boston is constant and unending.

Boston has brought this outrage upon itself.

These men are not going to give you an army.

And what would you have us do?

I suggest that you make one.

Mr. Adams, whatever you need, I'm in.

James Barrett.

Revere says you're a man who can be trusted.

Me and Paul go way back.

Word around Boston is that Gage is coming for you.

You'll be shot dead in the streets.

A damn martyr... is that what you want?

I want justice.

I know what you and your friends are doing,

and I want to be a part of it.

You actually witnessed Samuel Adams and John Hancock.

Good. I want to see them both hanged.

Get saddled.

Gage's troops are on the march for Adams and Hancock.

We're gonna get there first.

We have to stay, and we have to fight.

Those men out there are giving their lives

- to protect us... to protect me. - Sam. Sam!

If you die, this whole thing dies with you.

I'll warn them in Concord.

The Redcoats are coming!

Disperse now.

Not another inch of this field will you take.

Prepare to fire.

Let them fire first.

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Second ranks.

Fall out.

Fire!

Advance!

Hey!

Shit.

Shoot him. Quick, shoot him!

There he is.

Hey!

It's all right.

Paul...

You hurt?

I'll survive.

John...

Thank you.

I'm gonna head for Concord.

Get him and get to safety.

Paul...

Look after yourself.

Sir!

Adams and Hancock have escaped.

We've searched everywhere.

They knew we were coming.

Someone talked.

Shall we return to Boston, sir?

We will carry out our orders.

Prepare the troops to march to Concord.

Sir.

Bring me that one.

Where is Sam Adams?

Answer me.

Who warned Adams we were coming?

Answer me.

Kill him.

To Concord!

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Who are you?

What are you doing on my land?

I'm William Dawes.

I'm a friend of Paul Revere's.

The British are on their way with a full regiment of men.

Whatever you got in that barn,

all of Massachusetts knows you've got it.

Are you able to hide it?

Could need to wake some people up.

Let's move it, men.

Come on, wrap those muskets.

Faster, faster!

Back, back, back.

Let's go.

Hey.

Where's the weapons?

Hidden.

Let's hope so.

20 men back that way,

back to the other side of the house.

The rest of you, follow me.

Regiment, halt!

Forward, march.

Captain James Barrett.

Been a long time since anyone called me "Captain."

Halt!

Major John Pitcairn,

His Majesty's British Marines.

Always a pleasure to meet a fellow military man.

At least, I've heard that.

Clear the tree line!

You fought against the savages, did you not?

Yah.

Against 'em, and with 'em,

but those were different times.

Well, I suppose the thrill of war

has a way of distorting time.

I never found war

to be much of a thrill.

Well, I suppose war has a way of distorting judgment as well.

I just finished planting my bean crop,

so I'm afraid I don't have much to offer your men.

Nothing?

Some milk, a few chickens.

Welcome to it.

How about gunpowder?

Pardon?

Well, muskets, loading rods,

maybe even a cannon?

What the hell would I do with a cannon?

One of your old war comrades

was sighted around these parts.

I'm sure you remember Paul Revere.

I haven't seen Paul Revere in ages.

We know that your farm is being used to store weapons.

Now, if you save us the trouble of searching for them,

I will personally see to it that you are not punished.

In fact, you'll be rewarded.

Now, if, however, we are forced to search your farm,

and we do so much as find

a single horn of gunpowder...

Very well, then.

Tear the place apart.

Search everywhere!

Search everywhere!

Barn is clear.

House is clear.

Major!

Uh-huh.

Well, we found something.

Memento from the thrill of war.

Nostalgia...

is hardly treason.

Now, leave me to tend to my farm.

It's in great need of repair.

Wait for it.

Well, nostalgia is what's going to get you killed.

Fire!

Fall back on me!

Fire!

Fall back to the bridge!

Retrieve the colors!

Fall back to the bridge!

Your prize.

Let's dig up the weapons.

Time to take back our city.

Halt.

Dismount when reporting to your commanding officer.

Yes, sir.

What is this?

Their men fought viciously.