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Mr. Jonathan Lyte.

- Good day to you, Mr. Lyte.
- Good day, Lapham.

- I have a commission for you, Lapham.
- Yes, sir. Your servant, sir.

The teapot to this set
was ruined by a careless maid.

I value the piece and wish to replace it.

But I must have it by Monday next.

Monday, sir? It's a mighty
short time for such a fine piece.

It looks like one of Revere's best.
Why not take it to him, sir?

Revere? Look at the mark. You made
that set yourself more than 30 years ago.

So I did... So I did.

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

It's a long time since
I've done anything like this.

- Very well then, I shall 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.
- My apprentice.

Well, since you allow him to speak for you,
on Monday morning then — early.

Yes, sir.

A fine commission, and you'd
have let it go out the door.

Beautiful, isn't it?
And I made it.

I think I can do most of it, sir.

A fine piece like this?
And you not half through your term.

Takes a tall man to
cast a great shadow, boy.

Put it away.

But I'm sure I can do it.

Heed holy writ, Proverbs 16:

"Pride goeth before destruction,
and a haughty spirit before a fall."

I think I can do anything, Cilla.

Just about anything,
if I get the chance.

Well, grandpa's right about one thing:
When the meek inherit the earth,

I doubt you'll get so much as
one square foot of sod, Johnny Tremain.

Oh, it's no use. It looked
all right when it was cast, but now--

You think I don't know what's wrong?!

God's will is playing.

Mr. Lyte will have to find another smith.

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

He's helped me before,
and he'll know what's wrong.

You've let commissions go by before
when grandpa didn't feel up to them.

Why are you so anxious
about this one, Johnny?

- Mr. Lyte's our landlord. Isn't that reason enough?
- What's this?

Oh, just a mark to sign my silver
with when I'm my own master.

Using Mr. Lyte's family crest?

"J" for Johnny, "T" for Tremain.
What's the "L" for?

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

...and all's well!

You can tell me.

Promise on your hope of Heaven,
you would never tell anyone else?

On my hope of Heaven.

Well, my mother told me my
real name is Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

"Jonathan Lyte Tremain?"

You, a relative of Mr. Lyte?

- What are you to him?
- I don't know.

Mother wouldn't tell me.

- Why? Was she afraid or ashamed?
- Proud, I think.

She was the proudest
woman in the world.

But apprenticing you to grandpa....

And the Lytes almost as rich
as John Hancock himself.

She wanted me to learn
my trade, make my own way.

Are you crazy? A chance at a big house,

servants, coaches and your
own ship sailing 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'll believe this.

This was 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 wouldn't go
to him unless God himself had forsaken me.

And I never will.

Fresh cod, mackerel. Come in this
morning, at the head of the ferry way.

- I'm looking for Mr. Revere.
- His shop's down the street.

- Yes, I know. His wife told me I'd find him here.
- He's busy.

- I'll wait.
- If you want to.

"Countrymen! Ships laden with
English tea are now bound for this port.

Shun the detested beverage and
let none be landed on these shores?"

- What's this?
- The most important piece of news in Boston.

- Tea? But I like tea.
- Almost everyone does.

The English Ministry has already collected
a tax on this tea and added it to the price.

Now if we let that stuff in,
every time we buy a pound of it,

we'll be paying a tax we haven't voted.

That's why we're printing these:
to warn everyone of the truth.

- Who is "we"?
- The Sons of Liberty.

- But who are you?
- Everyone in Boston who believes...

their liberties are worth fighting for.

You can keep your politics. I'll stick
to my trade and mind my own business.

- Rab, you finished yet?
- Yes, Uncle Nat.

- If they suit Mr. Adams.
- I'll look at them.

- Johnny, what are you doing here?
- I want to see you, Mr. Revere.

- Oh, in a moment.
- Yes, sir.

- Excellent, Rab.
- Thank you, Mr. Adams.

Get them out to your Liberty Boys.

The sooner they're spread
through the town, the better.

I'll nail one to the
Governor's door myself.

Sometimes I wonder
why we trouble ourselves.

- Liberty is for the young.
- They have the spirit for it. That's certain.

This lad seems to have business
with you, Paul. We'll go on.

Good day, gentlemen.

Dr. Warren, Mr. Adams.

Seems everybody in Boston
is interested in tea.

Not tea, Johnny. The principle behind it.
Now, what is it this time?

We've been commissioned to
replace the teapot on a silver set.

I copied this handle from
the creamer and enlarged it,

but it always comes out wrong.

This is properly the work
for a master, not an apprentice.

Mr. Lapham feels he's too old for such work.
We need the trade badly, sir.

The fault here is not craftsmanship.
I've seldom seen better.

No, it's in your design.
Enlargement isn't enough.

Proportion has to be
taken into account too.

Now...

We make our curves deeper, like this.

You see?

Enough of work, lad.

Don't you hear the
bell ringing for Vespers?

But I've almost finished this pattern.
In another hour--

There are things more important
than a rich man's silver.

The boy is only trying to
do what you can't do yourself.

God granted him a great gift,
but he must learn gratitude and humbleness.

But Grandpa, only an hour?

It's time that God and
His word came first in this house.

We will begin our Sabbath
tonight as becomes humble people.

Begin with the 19th verse.

"And I will break the pride of your power.

"And I will make your Heaven
as iron and your Earth as brass.

"And your strength
shall be spent in vain...

"For your land
shall not yield or increase.

Neither shall the trees of
the land yield their fruits."

Pray God the Deacon's meeting lasts
extra long, so he won't miss us from our pews.

- We could get put in jail for breaking the Sabbath.
- If we get caught.

Fetch a pail of water so we can
douse the fire if anyone comes.

Then keep watch down the street.

- Hurry up, Johnny!
- Yes, Mrs. Lapham.

- The constable's coming!
- Put it away, quickly! We'll douse the fire.

Johnny!

Oh, Johnny!

- Hey, it's you again. Where you been?
- Around.

- What happened to your hand?
- I burned it.

- What's the gun for?
- The tea I told you about, it's in that ship.

- And we're here to stop 'em from landing it.
- Oh, the tea again.

Good morning, sir.
A fine, large day, isn't it?

That it is, lad.

Hmm, if you're gonna carry one of these things,

learn to carry it right.

Yes, sir.

- Who was that?
- Admiral Montagu of his Majesty's navy.

He's taken quarters for himself over there,

but he can't land the
two companies of Marines...

- he's got in his flagship.
- What do you mean he can't land them?

You wouldn't be hanging around
this tea ship very long if he did.

That's just it.
Governor Hutchinson won't let him.

Half of Boston would turn out in a minute
if those Marines were landed against us.

Why don't you get your master to give you
some time off, so's you can take a turn with us.

My master's a silversmith,
not a troublemaker.

You could have rode to Charleston
for that charcoal, time you been gone.

There were others ahead of me,
and I had to wait my turn.

Since when has Johnny Tremain taken to waitin'
when there's work to be done in this shop?

- What's got into you, Johnny?
- Let the boy be.

- Everything in good time.
- Oh, time. He's been mopin' about for weeks.

- But, ma, his hand.
- Time we looked at that too.

Now, unwrap it, Johnny.

Did you hear me, boy?

Move your fingers.

I can't.

It's no wonder.
They've all growed together.

I know.

Well, so, so that's it.

There'll be no more
following the trade for you.

Why, we're not bound to
his contract after this,

- are we?
- Johnny's contract is with me. Come here, boy.

I've said nothing about
the broken Sabbath, Johnny.

God has sent you
enough punishment for that.

If you can't serve me,
you'll have to find other work.

But I want you to know that,
as long as I live,

there will be a place
in this house for you.

Not if I can't earn it.

Johnny!
Johnny.

Johnny, I don't want
you to go off like this.

- Good-bye, Cilla.
- But at least stay until you can find something.

You're a stubborn fool, Johnny Tremain!

"Sixteen hundredweight of West Indies molasses...

"To the order of Hitchbourne and Company...

- at Boston in the bay of Massachusetts."
- Good, boy. Very good.

Lads who can read are
hard to come by these days.

Now let me see a sample of your pen.

Well, well, come on, boy.

I'm sorry, boy.
We could have used you.

You've sinew on your bones, lad.

Enough to weather a voyage in fine style.

- We sail on the Tuesday tide.
- You'll give me a berth?

Here's my hand on it.

I'm sorry, but who's going
to hire a boy with one hand...

when there are dozens to be had with two?

Wait here.

- You can bill me for these at the end of the month.
- Yes, sir. Good day, sir.

- By your leave, sir.
- Well, what is it?

- I wanted to talk to you, sir.
- Oh, aren't you old man Lapham's apprentice?

The young rascal who ruined
the silver he was making for me?

Yes, sir, I was.
But my name is Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

So, Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

Well, get on with it.
There's more to it, isn't there?

Or shall I tell you how it goes?

Your dying mother told you to come
to me in adversity, that you are my relative.

- Isn't that it?
- Why, yes, but I didn't realize you'd know.

What rich man doesn't know that trick?

It's one of the oldest in the world,
and one of the scariest.

But I have this to prove
what I say is true.

- Where'd you get that?
- My mother gave it to me.

Gave it to you, eh?
A long time ago, I suppose.

Yes, when she told me about my name.

Quite so.

Suppose you bring that to
my house after supper tonight.

And we'll discuss our...
our relationship in proper surroundings.

Drive on.

Thank you, sir.

- What do you want, boy?
- I have an appointment with Mr. Lyte.

Oh, Master Tremain!
Can I take your bag, sir?

Right this way.

Master Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

Ah, come in, my boy. Come in.
My friend, Mr. Hooper.

- Your servant.
- That cup, boy.

You know, I think you've
solved the family mystery...

of long standing, Master Tremain.

I think we can agree that
these four cups are identical...

And of one set,
bearing the Lyte family crest.

Mmm, it is obvious that this
fourth cup now stands where it belongs.

There remains only the question...

of how it came
into Master Tremain's hands.

But I've already told you that, sir.
My mother gave it to me.

Ah, yes, your mother.

Constable, didn't I
report on August 10th last,

that a window was broken in this room,
and one of these cups, carelessly left out,

was stolen along with
some other trifles of silver?

- That you did, sir.
- Well, we found our burglar, constable. Take him away.

Come, boy.

Mr. Revere, Rab,
how'd you know I was here?

He's with us, Johnny. Lets us know
every time he gets a new tenant.

Looks as though Mr. Lyte intends
to make an example of you.

But don't worry, lad.
This is Mr. Josiah Quincy.

He's taking your case.

But I can't afford a lawyer,
let alone the best one in Boston.

- Any innocent man can afford me.
- But I'm a nobody.

We're all nobodies
when we're standing alone.

It's what I tried to tell you, Johnny.

It's when we fight
together that counts.

And we happen to believe
that we must fight just as fiercely...

against small tyrannies
as against big ones.

So, Mr. Quincy is your lawyer.

And now then, Mr. Lyte,

having heard your testimony
and that of the defendant,

- a few questions, if you please.
- Certainly, sir.

You state that these cups
were presents from your father...

to each of his children to
commemorate their Christening.

Yes. As the sole survivor
of those children,

- these cups have all come into my hands in due course.
- Quite so.

And each of your three brothers has
passed onto his reward through the years,

leaving his goods and chattels,
including these cups, to you.

But, sir, yours is a very well-known
family, both here and in England,

and I'm under the
impression that your father...

had five children,
rather than the four you mentioned.

True. There was a sister,

lost under tragic circumstances many years ago,

before any of us came to America.

Then is it not possible that this boy's story
could be true? Could he not be related to you?

You say my name and family are well-known!

Look at this beggar from the streets,
and look at me, sir,

...and let that be your answer.

Your eloquence is respected by all,
Mr. Quincy,

but I fear, sir,
that not even you can alter fact.

That heirloom,
of little value in itself, was plainly stolen...

for no other purpose than to
establish just such a preposterous claim...

as that young ruffian has proposed!

Your honor, the apprentices and scavengers
of Boston get out of hand these days.

They roam the streets in lawless bands,

roaring out treasonous songs in the public squares...

and prating of liberty like drunken Parliamentarians.

Loyal and lawful citizens are at their mercy.

I suggest, sir, that these sentiments
have prejudiced you against this unfortunate lad.

Most certainly not!
My reputation for fairness...

is known throughout this colony, sir.

I bear no ill will towards my fellow man,
whatever his age or station.

But I have been robbed, and the gallows...

of this city have been too long empty.

In the interest of justice,
I demand the death penalty!

That, fortunately,
is for the court to determine.

I thank you, sir.

Does that conclude your case, Mr. Quincy?

- No. No, your honor.
- May I remind you, sir, that we have a full docket today.

I had hoped to summon a witness...

- on behalf of my client.
- Out of the way. Out of the way, sir.

There she is now.

- I call Priscilla Lapham.
- Go on.

Do you swear by the living God
that the evidence you shall tell this court...

shall be the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,

- so help you God?
- I do.

- Miss Lapham, have you ever seen this cup before?
- Yes, sir.

Will you tell the court where?

In Grandfather's shop.

And you know to whom this cup belongs?

Him. He showed it to me the night he told
me his true name was Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

- When was that?
- The fifth of July.

- Are you sure of the date?
- I'll never forget it.

It was just two days
before he burned his hand.

And I submit, your honor,
more than a month...

before Mr. Lyte says
his missing cup was stolen.

Thank you, Miss Lapham.

Oh, just a moment, girl.

Do you know who I am?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Now, isn't it a fact that
the accident to which you refer...

occurred while this young felon
was deliberately breaking the law?

He was breaking the Sabbath,
if that's what you mean.

- Precisely.
- We all were, except Grandpa.

Because this unprincipled
boy urged you to it?

No, sir.
Because you'd brought us an order...

that could have paid
all the back rent Grandpa owes you.

Your honor, it is not I
who am prejudiced in this case.

This girl is obviously
in love with the prisoner...

- and is determined to protect him.
- I'm not in love with Johnny Tremain.

He's the most stiff-backed,
thickheaded, stubborn boy in Boston.

- And a lying thief!
- That isn't so!

- Don't argue with me!
- Johnny may be everything I said, your honor,

but he never told a lie
or did a dishonest thing in his life.

I am not interested in your opinions,
young woman! What I want to know is--

One moment, Mr. Lyte.

A tenant who dares to testify
against her landlord has courage, sir,

and, in the opinion of this court, no possible motive but the truth.

This court finds no evidence to support
the charges against this defendant.

Good day, Mr. Lyte.
Next case.

- Thank you, Cilla.
- It was my duty, Johnny Tremain.

And don't get an idea it was anything else.

- Things look a little brighter?
- Thanks to you and Mr. Revere and your other friends.

You've all helped me so much,
I'd like to help you somehow.

That doesn't sound like Johnny Tremain.

- What do you mean?
- What's happened to the master smith...

who was gonna stand on his own two feet
and let others stand on their own?

The one who thought freemen's
rights and people working together...

was just a lot of things that
got argued about by politicians?

Guess I have learned a
bit about that, haven't I?

But just the same,
I wish there was something I could do.

Matter of fact, there is.

Come on. You can help me
with a chore across the street.

- Who's Goblin?
- Pump some water in the trough.

I'll bring him out to meet you.

- Like him, don't you?
- Who wouldn't? He belong to you?

- To Uncle Nat.
- Goblin. That's a funny name.

He's a funny horse. His imagination
gets the best of him every now and then.

A rag, a paper, a bush.
Thinks they're all terrible goblins that eat horses.

I bet I can make friends with him.

You know, Johnny,
there is something you could do...

- if you could only ride.
- Why can't I?

It only takes
one hand to hold the reins.

On Goblin, even two hands aren't enough.

I can do it, can't I, boy?

All right. I'll get a saddle.

We'll see.

- Haven't you had enough?
- Just a little bit longer.

I think he's beginning to trust me.

All right, once more.
But that's all.

We've got to show him this time, Goblin.

Do this for me, and I won't
ever let anything happen to you.

No goblin's gonna get you
when you're with me.

- Will he do?
- Yes, Uncle Nat.

- We finally got the horse boy we need.
- Good.

- I've run tomorrow's paper. You better start folding it.
- Yes, Uncle Nat.

- Can I help?
- If you want to.

They, uh, still upstairs?

They've adjourned.

Five hundred and thirty-two subscribers.

Biggest newspaper in the whole province.

Rab, what's it all about?

The latch on the door,
and the people upstairs?

I was waiting for you to ask.

You know what this is?

- It looks like the Liberty Tree.
- It is.

It's our badge.

You see, Johnny, the Observer
is really the voice of the Sons of Liberty.

The Committee meets
secretly here, upstairs, like tonight.

And, sometimes, part of your job
will be to carry messages for them.

- Who's the Committee?
- The men who organized us.

The greatest patriots in Boston.

Now, there isn't any list.

Don't dare write it down
for fear it will fall in the wrong hands.

So, you'll have to memorize the names.

- You trust me?
- Any reason why we shouldn't?

Here they come.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Lorne.

- Good night, doctor. I'll let you gentlemen out.
- Sam Adams, Dr. Warren,

Paul Revere, Mr. Quincy — you know them.

That's the Reverend Samuel Cooper
and his brother, William.

Martin Brimmer, Mr. Mollineaux,

Moses Gill, Newman Greenough,

Tom Boyleston, Oliver Wendell,

Joseph Eayers, Josiah Flagg--

- Oh, Mr. Quincy, sir.
- Yes, Johnny, what is it?

Mr. Lorne's compliments.
And you owe the Boston Observer six shillings.

Thank you.

Now, remember, no work for a
few days until the swelling goes down.

- Hello, Johnny.
- Mr. Lorne's compliments, sir.

- And you owe the Observer six shillings.
- Oh?

- Tell Mr. Lorne I'll attend to it straight away.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Lorne's compliments, sir.
- And I owe the Observer six shillings.

- Thank you, Johnny. Mr. Adams just told me.
- Yes, sir.

"You owe the Observer six shillings."

- That means the Committee is meeting at 6:00, doesn't it?
- Maybe.

What do you suppose
the meeting's all about?

Well, it, uh, could be to draft a
letter of apology to the Governor...

for interfering in his affairs.

On the other hand,
there's a tea ship at Griffin's Wharf.

It will have been
in harbor twenty days tomorrow.

And the law says, after 20 days,
any cargo that hasn't been unloaded...

must be seized by the Governor
and sold at auction.

They might want to talk about that.

They've been talking over an hour.

- Probably dry enough for some punch by now.
- Very well.

- May I take this up for you, sir?
- Oh, I can manage.

- Oh, I see. You've never been up there, have you?
- No, sir.

- Very well, Johnny.
- Thank you, sir.

Gentlemen!

- Gentlemen, then we're all agreed.
- The last detail...

- as far as I'm concerned, Doctor.
- The one move they'll not expect us to make.

Help yourselves, gentlemen.

Take my word.
There's not a drop of tea in it.

Oh, Rab!

Have you warned your lads
we may need them?

- Yes, sir. They're ready.
- Good.

- We're going from here to a mass meeting at Old South.
- Thank you.

A last plea to ship the tea back to
England has been sent to the Governor.

His answer will come back
to me at the meeting.

If he refuses us again, I'll give you the signal.
You'll know what to do then.

Yes, sir.
But we'll be outside the church.

If there's much of a crowd,
we won't be able to hear you.

There'll be a crowd, all right.
Johnny,

- do you have a whistle?
- I can get one, sir.

Good boy. You get over to Old South and
get inside where you can see me and hear me.

When the Governor's message comes,
if you hear me say,

"This meeting can do
nothing more to save the country,"

you get outside and blow on
that whistle for all you're worth.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, a toast.

A toast to the hope
that is foremost in all our hearts:

A reasonable answer
from Governor Hutchinson.

We stand upon moral grounds.

No less firm than the rock-ribbed
shores of our own continent.

The rights of free Englishmen,
wherever they may be.

And from this unassailable vantage,
we must face the gale.

I see the clouds which rise
thick and fast upon our horizon,

the thunder roll and the lightning play.

- And to that God which rides the whirlwind...
- Make way. Government business.

- Make way. Government business.
- and directs the storm, I commit my country.

We sure don't look like no real Indians.

Not supposed to especially,
just so we don't look like ourselves.

You can't recognize anybody,
you can't blame anybody.

Quiet!
Mr. Adams would speak.

Fellow citizens...

Governor Hutchinson's answer has arrived.

This meeting can do nothing more...

to save the country.

Come on, lads!

Seven o'clock on a fine night,
and all's well.

Seven o'clock on a fine night,

and all's well.

All is well tonight, indeed.

But those seditious meddlers
who call themselves the "Sons of Liberty"...

have given us a bad time
these past 20 days, Admiral.

You know, I swear, if I hadn't
stiffened the Governor's resolution,

I believe he'd have shipped
that tea back to England.

What a misfortune
that would have been.

Allow me to offer you a glass of port
in celebration of your victory.

Thank you. Yes, the landing of that
tea tomorrow is a bit of a victory for me.

I daresay, Mr. Lyte.
Naturally, you'll buy it in at the auction.

- Naturally.
- And at a vast profit.

Oh, I am a man of business, sir.

But, believe me, my real
satisfaction is in the utter defeat...

of these radical demagogues
who have so long corrupted Boston.

I'm convinced, Admiral, we shall hear no
more prattle of "liberty" or the "rights of man."

Remember your orders.

No damage to the ship,
no violence to the crew,

no harm to any cargo but the tea.

It would seem, Mr. Lyte,
our celebration is a trifle premature.

- To your task, gentlemen.
- Come on, lads.

- Well, sir, aren't you going to do something?
- What, for instance?

Those ships out there are loaded with his Majesty's Marines!
Bring them ashore!

I take my orders from the Governor.

Good evening, Captain.
I must ask you for your keys.

If you please, sir.

Excited, Johnny?

- This is a night I wish I had two good hands.
- You can.

I've told you before.

Anytime you'll come to my surgery...

a few moments with a knife,
a few moments of pain...

your fingers will be free.

We need good men, Johnny,
the best we can get.

Don't you realize, sir, that tea is
worth more than two shillings a pound?

And those chests weigh
near four hundredweight apiece!

A loss of more than
£40 pound sterling a chest!

As much as £18,000 pounds
value for the whole cargo!

No doubt, Mr. Lyte.

But, isn't it odd, those Indians
seem to prefer principle to profit.

"Shun the detested beverage and let none...

be landed on these shores."

There goes the last one.

That's it, lads.

There you are, sir.
All shipshape and Bristol fashion.

And thank you, Captain,
for the use of these.

Good night, Admiral!

♪ Plant the seed in our homeland, boys ♪

♪ Let it grow where all can see ♪

♪ Feed it with our devotion, boys ♪

♪ Call it the Liberty Tree ♪

♪ It's a tall, old tree and a strong, old tree ♪

♪ And we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪

♪ Save it from the storm, boys ♪

♪ Water down its roots with tea ♪

♪ And the sun will always shine ♪

♪ on the old Liberty Tree ♪

♪ It's a tall, old tree and a strong, old tree ♪

♪ and we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪

♪ March along with the fifer, boys ♪

♪ We were born forever free ♪

♪ Let's go pay the piper, boys
beneath the Liberty Tree ♪

♪ It's a tall, old tree
and a strong, old tree ♪

♪ And we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪

♪ Pay the price they're asking, boys ♪

♪ Always pay the tyrant's fee ♪

♪ Never give up the struggle, boys ♪

♪ Fight for the Liberty Tree ♪

♪ It's a tall, old tree
and a strong, old tree ♪

♪ And we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪

♪ Stand for the rights of man, boy ♪

♪ Stand against all tyranny ♪

♪ Hang the lamps of freedom, boys ♪

♪ high on the Liberty Tree ♪

♪ It's a tall, old tree
and a strong, old tree ♪

♪ And we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪

♪ It will grow as we grow, boys ♪

♪ It will be as strong as we ♪

♪ We must cling to our faith, boys ♪

♪ Faith in the Liberty Tree ♪

♪ It's a tall, old tree
and a strong, old tree ♪

♪ And we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪

Hup, hup, hup, two, three, four.

Hup, hup, hup, two, three--

My name is Warren.
I have an appointment with the Governor.

Oh, yes, Dr. Warren.
General Gage is expecting you, sir.

- Dr. Warren, sir.
- Oh, come in, Doctor.

- I trust my sending for you was not an imposition.
- Why, not at all, General.

Any service at my command.

I have always held you
in great respect, sir.

And you will believe
my sincerity when I tell you...

that the time has come when
we must have an understanding.

- "We," General?
- It has long been known to me...

that you are the most influential voice...

in that body which
you call "The Committee."

And now, Doctor, the fate of
Boston lies on this table between us.

I received today this
newspaper from Portsmouth.

It contains an account of
Lord Chatham's speech to the House of Lords.

- I wonder if you have seen it?
- No, Doctor.

You are an admirer of Lord Chatham?

What Englishman is not?

Lord Chatham's speech
proposes an address to the King...

with the demand
that you and your soldiers...

- be immediately withdrawn from Boston.
- I see.

May I take it, sir, that such a decision
would not be entirely unwelcome to you?

I have lived in these provinces
for too many years, sir,

to enjoy the responsibilities which
have now been thrust upon me.

Chatham speaks here of the Ministry
and the effects of its colonial policy. He--

May I?

"Resistance to your acts
was as necessary as it was just,

"and your imperious doctrines
will be found incompetent...

"to convince or enslave
your fellow subjects in America...

"who feel that tyranny
is intolerable to British subjects.

"All attempts to establish despotism
over such a mighty continental nation...

"must be vain, must be fatal.

"We shall be forced,
ultimately, to retreat.

"Let us retreat while we can,

not when we must."

Lord Chatham is one of the greatest
statesmen England has ever known.

But Lord Chatham is not in office.

I am a soldier, sir, and must take
my orders from the Ministry in power.

Those orders are explicit.

I must not open this port
to any trade whatsoever...

until the tea has been
paid for to the last shilling.

And I must stamp out vigorously the
least sign of resistance to the Ministry's policy.

In this connection, there are certain things
to which I can no longer close my eyes:

The illegal bodies of militia,
for instance, drilling on every village green.

They must be disbanded.

And I am also aware that considerable
stores of munitions are being assembled.

They must be surrendered at once.

That is why I sent for you.

- I am sorry, General, but that I do not have the power to do.
- Why not?

Because free men will never consent to
give up the means of defending their liberties.

Good day, Doctor.

Good day, sir.

You realize, Doctor, this means
that I must enforce my orders.

I do, sir.

We have our duty.
We cannot deny you yours.

Ah, come in, my boy. Come in.

Delightful weather we're having.

- Yes, sir.
- This way.

Oh, see to it we're not disturbed.

Well, sit down, my boy. Sit down.

Johnny, I've decided to go back to England.

Boston is no place for a merchant now,

with the government in
the hands of the military,

the port closed, trade at a standstill,

and more soldiers than
civilians in the streets.

It's a sorry situation, isn't it?

Yes, sir. Why doesn't General Gage
take his Redcoats home?

But you don't understand.

Boston must first accept responsibility
for the tea she destroyed.

Why? We didn't ask for the tea.
The Ministry forced it on us.

Well that has nothing to do with it!

Do you know that a group of
loyal merchants, myself amongst them,

offered to pay, out of their own pockets,
the £18,000 pounds in damages...

- the Ministry demands for the tea?
- Yes, sir.

And do you know that
the political leaders of Boston...

have repeatedly refused this
generous and peaceable solution...

- to the plight of the town and its people.
- Yes, sir.

Well, can you sit there and tell me that
such leaders are working in the public interest?

- Yes, because we can't give up our principles.
- "Principles"?! Ha!

What do beardless boys like you or traitors
like Sam Adams and his kind know of principles?!

They're only trying to stir the whole colony
to defiance of Crown and Ministry alike!

- No, they're not!
- Then what are they doing?!

They're defending our liberties, and every
freeborn Englishman has the right to do that.

Why are you parroting, young popinjay?!

I didn't send for you to hear
the tuppenny political lecture!

Why did you send for me?

To make you an offer I now realize I
would have regretted for the rest of my life.

I've been at pains to investigate
your claim of relationship to me.

I was willing to grant that you might,
indeed, be my dead sister's son.

I'd intended, in fact,
to take you to England with me...

and try and make a gentleman of you.

You would have wasted your time, sir.

I would never leave Boston.

I warn you, lad!

When the hangman comes
for your rebel friends,

there'll be no one
to whom you can turn.

Then I'll hang with them.

This cup means more to you
than it ever will to me.

Dr. Warren and Mr. Adams and Mr. Revere...

are upstairs making plans right now.

And I've sent for all of you
because they need help.

What can we do, Rab?

They think General Gage
is going to make a move soon,

and they have to know what he
plans to do before he does it.

That's where you come in.

To watch the General's headquarters
and the Redcoats,

and to report everything
they do and say.

- What about you?
- Some of us are old enough to carry guns.

Captain Parker, out in Lexington, is my cousin.

He wants us to come out and join his
Minutemen when the Redcoats move.

Wait a minute.
You're not gonna leave me out of that.

There's plenty for you to do here, Johnny.

You watch the Redcoats
billeted on this street,

like the Afric Queen across the way.

Dorcas, you and the Hitchbourne
boys watch the camps on the Common.

Don't take it so hard, Johnny.
I'm glad you're not going to Lexington.

- I like it better with you here.
- I can carry a gun as well as he can.

I've been thinking.

A lot of Redcoats are
billeted at the Green Dragon.

I can get a job in the kitchen there...

and pick up all sorts of things
while I'm serving them.

I don't want you hanging
around a lot of Redcoats.

But that's what we're supposed to do.
All of us.

I want you where I can keep an eye
on you while you're watching them.

Colonel Smith and his staff
are quartered at the Afric Queen.

- That's a better place for you.
- All right, Johnny. The Afric Queen then.

You doddering old fool!

Three weeks is enough time to make
new campaign flasks for the whole regiment.

All I wanted was my old one repaired.

- I'm sorry. In a day or two--
- Oh, "In a day or two"!

I sail on the morning tide,
and I want my flask.

I beg your pardon, sir,
but has the port been reopened...

- so ships may sail from Boston again?
- What business is it of yours?

I thought Mr. Lapham might send
your flask on after you on another ship.

I go by military transport.
There'll be no other ships.

Maybe he can send it on by me. I deliver
newspapers to most of the nearby towns.

- I'd be glad--
- You don't deliver newspapers to Portsmouth, New Hampshire.

It worked!

It worked!

- Dr. Warren still here?
- Yes, what's up?

I don't know, maybe nothing?

What's the matter, Johnny?
The Redcoats after you?

- No, sir, but I think they're after something.
- What do you mean, boy?

Well, an officer just told Cilla and me
he's sailing to Portsmouth tomorrow.

It's hardly the move
we expected from Gage.

But a shrewd one, Sam. Look here.

Portsmouth Committee reports
a lot of Crown munitions...

stored at Fort William and Mary there,
and the garrison badly undermanned.

The Committee thinks
the fort could be taken.

Apparently General Gage thinks so too.

We could use those arms and powder.

I'll be in Portsmouth before the
transport clears Boston Harbor.

Good evening, Mr. Revere.

Not much traffic these nights, eh, boys?

Nor daytime either, Mr. Revere.

- It's a dead town. That's a fact.
- How about some cider...

- to go with your rations?
- We've not forgot the last jug you brought us, sir.

Well I've a cousin over in Milton.
Perhaps he can spare one I can bring back.

A good ride to you.

There goes one provincial who
sits his horse like a gentleman.

Aye, and always as fast as he can go.

I reckon he's the
ridingest man in Boston.

"After securing the keys to the armory,

"the provincials carried off 97 kegs of
powder and 110 stands of small arms.

Their whereabouts are now unknown.
I have the honor to be--"

Etc. "Henry Green, Leftenant Commanding Officer,
Fort William and Mary."

The impudence of these
gawking yankee-doodles!

Their impudence does not
disturb me so much...

as the situation, Colonel Smith.

With arms and powder,
they can offer a forcible resistance.

And they're certain to do so if the
Ministry insists on pressing them too far.

They've been storing munitions
in villages all around Boston.

In my opinion, sir, we must confiscate
these contraband stores at once.

I quite agree, but no blood has
been shed by my command thus far,

- and I am determined none shall be shed.
- None will be, sir.

If I may have a small, picked force —

say, a detachment of grenadier and
light infantry companies from each regiment —

- I will undertake the matter.
- But if you meet with resistance, sir?

There'll be no resistance.

We're not dealing with a
professional army, Major Pitcairn.

These are but farmers and mechanics
who spend a few hours each week...

playing at soldiers on the green.

If we can move at night
with the utmost secrecy,

we'll be back in Boston with their
precious munitions in our possession...

before they can summon a dozen
of their men from their beds.

Very well, colonel.
You may have your picked force.

And pray God we are right.

Put more back into it, boy.

You'll never get a shine to him
without your bared arm.

- The Colonel likes his horseflesh, you know.
- Not this old nag, he don't.

- He hasn't had a saddle on him all spring.
- Well, he may any day.

- And the beast's got to be fit.
- The Colonel always rides his parade horse.

A slipper for dancing, a boot for mud.

So bear down like I told you.
Thank you, lass.

Service has improved in this
rattrap since you came along.

Kind of you to say it, sir.

Orders, sir,
with the General's compliments.

Very well.

Confound it, lad! You'll never be a fit horse
boy until you learn the proper stroke!

Here, let me show you.

- Wait a minute, lass.
- Yes, sir?

- Be a good girl and fetch this to my quarters, will you?
- With pleasure, sir.

Your back, lad! Put your back into it!
Here, I'll show you.

Hello, Johnny.

- Where is everybody?
- Most of them have already left.

I had to work late,
but it was worth it.

- Some hot cider, Cilla?
- Thank you.

Look, a copy of Gage's latest order.

- Is that all?
- "All?" Listen.

"All grenadier and light infantry companies--"

"Are detached for five days' training in special evolution."

Most of the rest of us have already brought in the same thing.

- Oh, I see.
- Johnny!

- Yes, sir?
- We've decided to call a meeting of the Committee tonight.

- The usual time?
- No, make it nine o'clock.

And, Johnny, tell the members that...
this may be the last meeting for awhile.

- We want them all here.
- Even Mr. Otis?

- Especially Mr. Otis, if he's well enough to come.
- Is that wise, Doctor?

His spells have been
becoming more violent lately.

Before that injury to his head, James Otis
was the most brilliant mind among us, Sam.

He started the Committee. It's fitting he
be here when we end it. All right, Johnny.

Dr. Warren. This order, it, uh, means the
Redcoats are going to move, doesn't it?

We think so. Within the next five days.

Then isn't it time for
us to join Captain Parker?

What do you think, Sam?

Every day that passes
will make it harder...

for men and boys of
military age to get out of Boston.

Go ahead, Rab...
And good luck.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, lads.

It's me, Rab.

Oh, Dr. Warren.

- Where's Rab?
- He's gone on to Lexington.

- But without me?!
- You could hardly go, Johnny. Surely you can see that.

I'd like to know why not.

Well, let's say I need you more here.
Is Mr. Otis coming?

- Yes, sir.
- Good. You take over for me and admit him when he gets here.

Yes, sir.

For ten long years,
we've tried to placate Crown and Parliament,

and they've tried to placate us.

The cry is peace. Peace!

- But there is no peace.
- Oh, Mr. Otis, good evening.

- I tell you, gentlemen, there is no longer any choice before us.
- Good evening, boy.

- The alternative to everlasting slavery...
- The others are waiting for you, sir.

- All except Sammy Adams, eh?
- ...is war.

But out of that shall come such a country
as was never seen on this Earth before.

A free country. For this we will fight.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Mr. Otis,
this place properly belongs to you.

Thank you, Doctor.

There you are, sir.

Now, Sammy, let's see.

You had got as far as
"For this we will fight."

I've not always agreed with you,
but you are right in that.

In all conscience, Mr. Otis,
this Committee cannot declare for war.

Determination to defend our rights, yes.

Necessary preparations to do so.
But war?

Only if war is made against us.

A splendid resolve, Doctor,
but it doesn't alter fact.

The fatal shot will come,
whoever is to pull the trigger.

When it does,
then fight we must and fight we will.

But for what?

This is the thing we must know,

That the whole world must know.

For what do we fight?
Tell me that.

To rid ourselves
of these infernal Redcoats!

That's no reason
for blood on our land, Paul.

We've earned these Redcoats.
We've shouted our treason...

in the press and the public squares
for ten long years without hindrance.

And did ever an occupied city receive
better treatment than we in Boston have had?

Where are the firing squads,
the jails filled with political prisoners?

The gallows erected for Paul Revere?

Samuel Cooper?

Sammy Adams?

And Joseph Warren?

I hate the presence of these troops
of the Ministry as much as any of you,

But we are not going off into a civil war...

just to get them out of Boston.

Tell me why then.
Why do we fight?

To end tyrannous taxation.

Something more important
than our precious pocketbooks.

- But what is it?
- The rights of Englishmen.

Ah! Now we have a glimmer.

It is prophetic that it should
shine brightest in the eyes of youth.

Rights, yes.
But why stop with Englishmen?

Is the Earth so small there
can be room for only one people?

Or can we here fight for men
and women all over the world?

For this we can have war:
that there should be no more tyranny,

that a few men cannot
seize power over thousands,

that wherever the sun shines,

a man shall choose
who shall rule over him.

The rights of Englishmen, you say, lad.

The battles we shall win
over the worst in England...

will benefit the best in
England until the end of time.

Even as we shoot down British soldiers,

we will be winning rights
their children shall enjoy.

And the peoples of the world —
the peasants of France and the serfs of Russia —

shall see freedom rising
like a new sun in the west.

For this we fight: those natural rights
God has given every man,

no matter how humble...
...or crazy.

They say my injury
bashed the wits from my head.

That's what you think,
isn't it, Sammy?

Certainly not, sir.

Perhaps it's true.

Some of us will give our wits.

Some will give our property.

Let those of substance
among you think of that.

Gold, and jewels,
and fine great houses.

Hurts, doesn't it?
You, friend Paul—

God made you to fashion silver,
not to make war.

There's a time for casting silver,
and a time for casting cannon.

If that isn't in the writ, it should be.

And you, Dr. Warren—

what use are the fine mind
and the skilled hands of the surgeon...

when they have been
mangled in battle?

Then others must do
what I no longer can.

And you who are so young—

some of you must die.

To die young
is more than dying.

It's to lose
so large a part of life.

You my old friend, my old enemy,
how can I call you?

Even you will give the best you have:

a genius for politics.

And we need you, Sammy,
for we must fight this war...

in Meetinghouse, and Congress, and the
halls of Parliament, as well as on the field.

But what it's all about,
you'll really never know.

And yet it... it i...
so much simpler than any of you think.

We give all we have,
we fight, we die...

for a simple thing:

only that a man can stand.

You write as good a hand as ever,
don't you, lad?

Yes, Doctor.
Thanks to you.

Address this to Mr. Adams and
Mr. Hancock at Lexington, if you would.

- Good morning, Paul. What's afoot?
- Good morning, Doctor.

Oh, they're as busy as
red ants all over town.

No sign of a march yet.
The transports in the harbor...

are sending all their boats
way down here along the Common.

Maybe they intend to
row the troops across to Cambridge.

Those boats may be a trick.

General Gage won't need them if he
marches his troops out across the Neck.

What route do you intend taking with
our message when the time comes?

- By way of Charleston. I have a boat hidden at Mill Cove.
- Good.

Billy Dawes has volunteered to try to
get past the guard post at the Neck.

- One of you should get through.
- What if they don't?

We've one messenger they can't stop, Johnny:
The spire of Christ's Church.

It can be seen from the Charleston shore.

Friends there will be watching for the lanterns
in the belfry tower when the Redcoats march.

One if by land, two if by sea.

One if by land, two if by sea.

Johnny, this may be important.

The Colonel was making a
to-do with Caleb over a saddle...

when that orderly
came looking for him.

All I heard the orderly say was,
"The General's compliments, sir."

C'mon, let's see if
Caleb's heard anything else.

Hello, Caleb.

- That fat-bellied, Redcoat colonel.
- What happened?

When he told me he wanted his saddle shined,

how'd I know he only used
that one for show around town...

and he wanted this one for
some country ridin' tonight?

"Country riding?"

We'll help you, Caleb, but you've got
to remember everything the Colonel said.

Be a lot more help if you get old Sandy out
and look him over. I gotta have him ready too.

- But he's too old for much of a ride.
- That's what I told the Colonel.

But he said he'd be better off
tonight on a horse he can trust.

Sandy will last out the seventeen miles
they have to go, all right.

Hand me that rag, Cilla.

I thought you were gonna help!

It's tonight, all right, that's certain.
They're beating to arms in every square.

It should be Concord!

We have much of our powder there.

But seventeen mile--

Wait a minute. Johnny!

- Yes, sir?
- You've ridden most of the roads for the Observer?

Suppose they did use their boats
and began their march at Cambridge?

How far would it be
to Concord then?

That'd make it seventeen miles.

That's it! Priscilla, do you think
you can get to Mr. Revere's house?

- Yes, Doctor.
- Tell him they're marching on Concord.

- He'll have to leave at once!
- Yes, sir!

And warn him! They've moved the
Somerset up off Barton's Point.

- He'll have to cross under her guns!
- Yes, sir.

Johnny, I want you to go to Mr. Robert Newman,
the sexton at Christ's Church.

You'll likely find him somewhere about the church.

- Tell him too! He'll understand.
- Yes, sir.

You, boy. What are you about?

- I'm on my way home, sir.
- Time to get home after we've gone.

Over here with the others.

After him!

- Are you Mr. Newman?
- Yes, lad.

- Dr. Warren sent me.
- Down this lane, men!

- How many lanterns?
- Two.

Two.

I saw you two-thirds across!

I knew it could be no other boat!
Not this night, Paul.

Thank heavens the watch aboard the
Somerset didn't have your eyes, Mr. Larkin.

I see you brought the horse.

- How do the Redcoats go, Paul? And where?
- There's your answer.

To Concord by sea.

Thank Mrs. Larkin
for the use of the horse.

Turn out! Turn out your militia!

Turn out! Turn out your militia!

Turn out! Turn out your militia!

- What's all the noise down there?
- The Redcoats are coming!

- Johnny?
- Oh, it's you.

- Johnny, where are you going?
- Lexington.

- But there may be fighting there!
- I know.

Oh, be reasonable for once,
Johnny Tremain.

- Why, you don't even have a gun.
- I'll get one.

- And if you did, you wouldn't know how to shoot it!
- I'll learn then.

You'll get yourself killed!

Not if I can help it.

Bye, Cilla.

Halt! Halt! Pull up there!

How can you eat
at a time like this?

It was a long night, and I'm hungry.
Where's Mr. Revere?

He went to the Clark house to warn
Mr. Adams and Mr. Hancock to clear out.

But where are the Redcoats?
That's what I want to know.

Ought to be along any minute.
Major Pitcairn anyway.

- He's commanding?
- The advance party.

Or he was when I passed them.
Colonel Smith was back with the main body.

What do you suppose
the advance party's for?

Probably to clear us out of here,
so the rest can get through to Concord.

All right, lads, take your places.

Fall in.

- What are you doing here?!
- Same thing you are.

- But you haven't even got a musket!
- That's why I'm standing behind you—

so the Redcoats won't notice. Turn around.

Let every one of you remember your orders.

You are not to fire unless fired upon.

We stand upon our rights,
not upon the force of arms.

Do not molest them,
unless they begin it first.

Column... Halt!

No man will fire except on my order!
Is that clear?

No man will fire without order!

Take care to display column to the left!

March!

To the left!

Wheel!

We'll stand by our orders.

But if they mean to have a war,
then let it begin here.

Halt!
Front!

- Are they gonna fire on us?
- I don't think so. Just trying to scare us.

To the left! Wheel!

Halt!

Lay down your arms!

Disperse, you rebels!
Why don't you disperse?

Come on!

Hold your fire! Get back to your ranks!

Get back to your ranks! Get back to your ranks!

Hold your fire! Get back! Hold your fire! Get back!

Return to your ranks! Return to your ranks. Get in here.

Who fired that shot, sir?
The first one.

One of them, one of us, someone
in one of those houses over there.

I don't know.
What difference does it make now?

There they are!

- Where are we bound?
- North Bridge — they're tearing it down.

- Does it mean fighting?
- We can't let them cut us off from Concord, now can we?

Fall in!

- You'd better get out of this.
- I'm gonna get one of those Redcoat muskets.

Fire a warning shot.

Shoulder, firelock!

Make ready!

Present!

Fire!

Fire ho!

Return to your ranks!

Hold your ranks, men! Hold your ranks!

We've got 'em on the run!

Let's keep 'em running all the way back to Boston!

After them!

First platoon, right! Fire at will!

After them!

History holds no parallel to it, sir.

An untrained, undisciplined rabble,

turning an orderly retreat into a
rout in spite of anything we could do.

They fired on us from every tree
and dunghill the whole way back.

But never once did we have an
enemy with whom we could close.

You see those campfires, gentlemen?

Yesterday we ruled over Boston.
Tonight we are besieged in it.

And still they come
from every village and farm.

Tonight, 10,000.
Tomorrow, perhaps twice 10,000.

We've experienced more than a defeat,

more than a mere misfortune of war.

We have been vanquished by an idea,
a belief in human rights.

Johnny!

- Oh, Johnny.
- Cill... How'd you get here?

Are you badly hurt?

Me? Hurt?!
I'm tired, that's all.

Been chasin' Redcoats all day.

- And I thought you were--
- That's all right, Cill.

Hey, you two,
gimme a hand.

Johnny, I'm so glad it's over.

Over? Nothing is over.

It's only a beginning,
a kindling of the flame.

Feed it, lads...

as you fed it with your blood today.

It is the spark of liberty
that you've touched afire,

and its light must grow
until every dark corner has vanished...

and it illuminates the world.

♪ It's a tall, old tree

♪ and a strong, old tree

♪ And we are the sons
Yes, we are the sons ♪

♪ The Sons of Liberty ♪