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Previously on Sons of Liberty.

His name is Sam Adams.

He's issued a warrant
for your arrest.

He has promised
to keep his mob under control.

No duty shall go unpaid...

no transgression unpunished.

The city of Boston
will learn obedience yet.

Send in the troops!

My name is John Hancock.

I am here as someone interested
in the continued peace and tranquillity...

of the colony.

- To whom is this ship registered?
- John Hancock, sir.

- You're nothing but a glorified smuggler.
- I'm not a smuggler.

Then pay your taxes.
Everyone else does. Why not you?

This ship and its contents are now
the property of His Majesty, King George Ill.

Seize the ship.
Find the wine.

I need a way
to get that cargo into the city...

without Hutchinson
and without paying taxes.

- And you can help me.
- Hyah!

So you're running
an underground market?

Let's shut them down.

He's shut down every shop
that isn't run by a loyalist.

We should just get the market
up and running again.

A boycott.

A boycott?

Yes. Of all Tory shops
loyal to the king.

You are playing
a very dangerous game.

You are headed down a road that you
will not be able to come back from.

I strongly advised you not to do this.

Your advice was respectfully noted.

Everything needs to calm down here,
Mr. Adams.

All of this violence and unrest-

it is bad for business.

Why are you here?

Let's just get the businesses
up and running again.

Then we can get the cargo flowing
and we can get back to making a profit.

It's all money for you.

That's not what this is about.

Well, what is it you want? Hmm?

If you carry on with this, I am done.

Let's go, boys.

Take one of these.

He's going to get them all killed.

This way.

- What's going on?
- Thought I heard something.

Hey.

- What you doing here?
- Taking your ship, you loyalist bastard!

What's happening?

Hey!

- Take a swim.

All right. They see us anyway.

Good.

- What if they shoot?
- Then we shoot back.

- Fair enough.

- Forward!

Take your positions!

Formation!

Let's break open the cargo.

Hamish.

You're not gonna let us sell our goods?
We're not gonna let you sell yours!

You can't force us to drink your shit tea
when it's at the bottom of the harbor!

Ha!

Ready arms!

Stop!

Stop! Stop!

Do not fire.

- Governor, he has dozens of men-
- I don't care.

If you fire now,
it's going to be a bloodbath.

- But, sir-
- Look at him, Captain!

He's baiting you to shoot.

Do not make Sam Adams a martyr.

Order your men to stand down.

Now.

- Order arms.
- Order arms.

Found the wine.

Look at his face!

Weaselly little shit.

This is yet another incident
in a long line of treasonable acts...

committed by a childish
and insubordinate colony.

It was a simple protest-

one that admittedly got
a bit out of hand, but-

90,000 shillings of royal merchandise
dumped into the harbor.

Mr. Wedderburn-

And while they commit
these heinous acts of terrorism...

their governor does nothing.

Lets it all happen
right under his nose.

The people of Boston
are merely reacting to a policy...

in which they are forced to purchase-

Nobody is forcing the colonists
to behave in this way.

They seem quite content subverting
the king's authority of their own accord.

They are simply defending
their natural rights as Englishmen.

- Englishmen?

These colonists are committing treason.

They're thugs and outlaws-
the sons of tyranny.

They should be beaten into submission.

- Hear! Hear!

Suppose you were to send
an additional military force into Boston.

What do you think the reaction would be?

Your soldiers
won't find a rebellion there...

but they may inspire one.

If you make martyrs of these men...

the people of Boston won't see them
as sons of tyranny.

They'll be seen as sons of liberty.

Mr. Prime Minister...

is nothing to be done
to quash this insurrection?

I believe there may be.

Stroke! Stroke!

Stroke! Stroke!

Prepare to come alongside!

Prepare to disembark!

How long does it take
to disembark a damn ship?

Still, could be good for us.

Just what we need.

Good.

Hup!

Present arms!

- General Gage.
- Shoulder arms!

Welcome back.

- I'm Governor-
- Stand at ease!

- I'm Governor Thomas Hutchinson.
- I've heard much about you.

And I you. Tea?

Well, good.
We could certainly do with your help.

So it seems.

Mr. Hutchinson...

I've a great deal of work to do very quickly,
and I'd just as soon get to it.

I'm sure we'll be laughing about all this
soon enough in London.

I beg your pardon? London?

King George is quite interested
to hear your report.

I'll have some of my aides
transfer your things to the ship.

It's-

But I have... arrangements
to make, things to-

Your service as governor
has concluded.

Wh-

Good luck.

- This way, please.
- Hmph.

- Make way, please.
- Pleasure.

Attention!

Commanding officers, organize the billets.

You were a little harsh
with that poor man.

And what business is that of yours?

You should be happy
to be here in your homeland.

I do as my king commands.

Yes.

And your husband?

I do as he commands as well.

Let me take you to your new home.

Left and right! Hut! Forward.

March! Left, right. Left, right. Left.

And what of this Samuel Adams?

He is confirmed in every report-

the governor's mansion,
the shooting in the square...

and the tea incident.

He seems to be a leader of some
of the seedier elements of Boston.

We are searching
for his known associates.

We know that he frequents a local tavern
named the Green Dragon...

and is often seen at his cousin's
residence in Braintree.

- Well, this shouldn't be too difficult.
- Shall we arrest him?

- No. Let's just buy him off.
- Very well then.

But first...

let's send a message
to the city of Boston.

Forward march!

Let me go! No!

Move it!

Let's go! This way!

- Gage shut the ports.
- The bastard.

Nothing in, nothing out.

A number of soldiers took over
the Clark House on Hanover Street...

and they're quartered there now.

Saw them do the same
to a few homes on my square.

Mr. Adams.

You are the famous Samuel Adams,
are you not?

- Is there a problem?
- There's no problem.

Well, that is very good to know.

You boys can leave.

The general understands your concern...

during this delicate transition.

And as a gesture of good faith,
he asked that I cover your tab for the evening.

Everyone's tab, in fact.

I only ask for a moment
of your time in private.

I suppose I could talk for a moment.

All right.

What the hell is all this?

General Gage hopes that you and he
can come to an understanding.

An understanding?

He thinks that you are a practical man.

To be perfectly honest,
I don't much care what he thinks.

I strongly suggest you take this.

It's an offer
you frankly don't deserve...

and one you'd
be damned foolish to reject.

I'm telling you now, General Gage
is not Thomas Hutchinson.

There must be over
a hundred shillings in here.

200, in fact.

And this is only the beginning.

Tell General Gage
I send my regards.

Cheers.

Move. Move out!

Sir.

Well?

He wasn't interested.

- Hmm.
- So arrest him?

No.

- Forward march! Left, right. Left.
- Hear ye, hear ye.

By order of General Gage,
every citizen is ordered to the square.

Move, gentlemen. Let's go.

Faster. Faster!

Left and right.

Left, up!

Secure the area. Nobody leave.

Come on. Keep moving!

For too long,
this city has operated unchecked.

No more.

Boston will know order.

Sir, that's Adams, in the back.

Let it be known-

Any man found in violation
of His Majesty's laws...

will be dealt with without mercy.

This man was discovered
not hours ago...

stealing from one
of His Majesty's ships.

His punishment
will be swift and just.

- Please, let me through. Please!

As you can see, recent events
have forced our hand.

However, if you comply...

there will no need
for such unpleasantness.

Take him away.

Clear the square.

Clear the square!

Clear the square.

Clear the square!

Let's go, Sam. Come on. Come on.

I'm a doctor.
I need to treat this man.

- Bugger off.
- He'll die without medical attention.

You must leave him, sir,
by order of the crown.

Sir.

- Has this man not paid his punishment?
- Mrs. Gage.

I suggest that you honor the law
and let this man see the doctor.

Take him to the doctor's office.

It's this way, to the right.

Thank you.

- What the hell was that?
- It was a warning shot.

He's trying to get our attention.

This will not happen
to anyone in Boston ever again.

We need more guns.

Mr. Adams, thank you
for seeing me on short notice.

Happy to be of service.

I'm told you're a man of the people.

A public defender.

Yes. I believe in the right
to counsel, sir.

I also have an interest
in constitutional law.

Here on my desk is a copy
of your license to practice law.

Harvard, was it?
You passed the bar with honors.

That's impressive.
Even for a provincial college.

Next to that is the deed
to your family farm in the country...

and beside that the deed
to your home here in Boston.

Are you threatening me in some way?

I want you to understand
how easy it is for me to extinguish...

what you've built for yourself here.

I don't see why
you would want to do that.

Your cousin, Samuel Adams.

He seems to possess
a willful disregard...

for what you and I both know
a civilized society relies upon most-

law and order.

General Gage, tell me.

Where does your sense of law and order
factor into these forced evictions...

you and your troops have inflicted
upon this community?

Mr. Adams-

Or the man who was flogged
in Town House Square...

without any semblance of due process?

- Mr. Adams-
- 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.

Where I come from, bloodlines matter.

Convince your cousin
to come to his senses.

You have a lot at stake.

- Bertal.

I believe our business here is done.

Good evening, Mr. Adams.

Sorry about that.
Didn't mean to startle you.

You didn't.

I was just out for a ride,
and my horse threw a shoe.

My name is Joseph Warren.

We met briefly the other day.

Yes, I remember.

How is he?

The man from the square.

Well, he'll be all right.

At the very least, he'll survive.

Thanks to you.

It's so peaceful.

I grew up in New Jersey,
and I've missed this.

- It's a long way to London.
- Hmm.

I wouldn't have pegged your husband
to marry a colonist.

I was his prize
from the French-Indian war.

Thomas takes what he likes.

Yes, he certainly does.

Forgive me. That was out of line.

I'm afraid it wasn't.

Well, I cannot leave a lady stranded.

Why don't you take my horse.
I'll walk from here.

No, I couldn't possibly,
but thank you.

It wouldn't be very gentlemanly
to leave you to the wolves.

Let me take you home.

Perhaps I can send someone back
for my horse. Yes. Thank you.

I must urge caution, Mrs. Gage.

These roads can be a little rough.

I appreciate your concern, Dr. Warren,
but I have to tell you-

I'm not a terribly cautious woman.

Open up!

Enough!

- Where's Adams?
- Piss off!

Just tell us where he is.

You need to get out of here now.

And since when are you
so concerned with my safety?

Gage is coming for you.

I understand that.

You'll be shot dead in the streets,
a damned martyr. Is that what you want?

I want justice, John.

Same as you.

You and your band of thugs-

you have this.

While Gage has the British Empire...

an endless supply of weapons,
trained soldiers, a navy.

- Doesn't that scare the hell out of you?
- Yes.

But I can't just stand by
and do nothing.

We need a better plan.

I can help.

All right then.

General Gage,
what a rare and unexpected honor.

- Mr. Hancock.
- Sir.

I couldn't help but be mesmerized
by your Indian chief.

- Isn't he magnificent, Mr. Pitcairn?
- Oh, indeed.

I met many such fierce men
during the French-Indian war.

It's a Hesselius, sir,
if you're interested.

He did many more-

Mmm. That is my fortepiano, sir.

From Spath of Germany.

We often have recitals of an evening.

Perhaps you and your wife
would care to join one evening.

My wife plays.

Does she, sir?

- This way, Mr. Hancock.
- That is just-

It is a wonderful thing for us all...

to have a man of your stature
governing in Boston.

Your predecessor, sir-
May I speak plainly?

- You may.
- Hutchinson was in over his head.

He had no business sense.
He had no... sense at all.

Really. As you know...

governing in Boston is not easy.

You need to apply the whip
when necessary.

Yes.

But, sir, this is a city...

not without its advantages.

General Gage,
you have a very, very keen eye.

This is a local artist
by the name of Copley.

I think you will agree he has captured
a very good likeness around the eyes.

Quite.

Perhaps I could make an introduction
with you and Copley.

And maybe he could
even paint you, sir...

as a gift from me
to welcome you as governor.

Times have been very tough
for Boston merchants.

I can see that.

I have had great fortune, sir...

to be able to...

do quite well in the past...

because you see, General Gage...

I am very good at making money.

And as an Englishman,
I have the liberty...

to be able to share my profits.

Mr. Hancock, I did not come here
to make some sordid deal.

You've nothing to offer me.
This will do.

- Yes, sir.
- This will do what?

- Grenadiers.
- This will do wh-

I trust you're aware
of the new laws put in place.

No, sir. I am not.

Mr. Hancock,
I'm relieving you of your house.

You-

I'm sorry, sir, I-

- You may leave, Mr. Hancock.
- Leave where?

I won't leave.

- Grenadiers.
- General- General Gage.

Perhaps we could come-
Okay, take your hands-

- Unhand me! Gentlemen, unhand me.
- Out.

Do not- This is outrageous.
General!

The king thanks you for your service.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Mr. Adams.

Mr. Adams!

I'm in.

Whatever you want,
whatever you need...

I am with you.

And why should we trust you?

How do we know you're not
working for Gage now?

I resent that.

Why the sudden change of heart?

- He took my house.

Of course he did.

Look at you-
still only out for yourself.

You're only here now because you've
been booted out of your little fantasy world.

You are not one of us.

So why don't you get out.

Get out.

No, wait.

I have a plan. We need him.

For what?

His money.

I've arranged for us
to meet in Philadelphia.

- Philadelphia? Why?
- It's central.

We have men coming
from Virginia, Maryland, New York.

- How many men are you expecting?
- Dozens, hopefully.

Come on, you!

And you think this is the most appropriate
use of our resources?

We need to send
a message to London.

One that is heard.

They won't listen to Boston alone.

But the voice of 13 united colonies,
that they cannot ignore.

- Is he paying for all this?
- Ah, Mr. Adams. It seems that way.

We'll take your three fastest horses.

Gentlemen, do we need
the fastest horses?

Perhaps a more standard,
affordable horse.

These saddlebags too, I think.

No. Wait.

These.

These look more expensive.

Oh.

Now, this-

this looks very, very comfortable.

Don't you think?
We'll take this saddle too.

Good.

- You're done?
- Mm-hmm.

- Sure?
- Mmm.

Wonderful.

My good man, perhaps we could come
to some agreement regarding the price.

Philadelphia is not Boston.

There aren't soldiers posted
on every corner down here...

so we may have to
temper our rhetoric.

Is this it?

I wrote letters to dozens more.

Well, it doesn't have the makings
of much of a resistance.

The British oppression in Boston
is constant and unending.

We must all of us here unite
and together end this tyranny.

- Enough of this.

This is ridiculous.

This is your fault.

Boston has brought
this outrage upon itself.

- Mr. Dickinson, this is about justice.

It is about the law and order.

Tell me, what is lawful...

about tearing down
the royal governor's house?

- Where is the justice-

Where is the justice
in destroying His Majesty's tea?

- General Thomas Gage-

- John!
- General Thomas Gage-

Gage is simply attempting
to restore order.

I assure you, General Gage-

General Gage is a cancer.

I fought alongside him
in the war with the French.

And, like a cancer, he brings with him
only suffering and death.

What he lacks in compassion,
he makes up for with brutality.

Action must be taken.

That's all well and good...

but we have to consider
the interests of all of the colonies.

- Who is that?

George Washington.

He's intense.

This...

is a foolish proposition.

- You are wrong, sir.

You are wrong.
Virginia stands with Massachusetts.

Mr. Adams...

I know you're asking
for arms and support...

but... we can't give you that.

Perhaps instead...

we can attempt
to reason with the crown.

We could send a letter,
a list of grievances for the king to address.

- I don't know-
- Fine. Then it is resolved.

We will send a letter
to the king requesting an end...

to some of General Gage's
more severe tactics.

John, this is hopeless.

These men are cowards.
They are- are-

We need these men.

We have to find another way
of convincing them.

We came all this way
to write a damn letter.

The king would just as soon
wipe his ass with it!

Enough!

We have to be rational about this.

Make no mistake, gentlemen.

War is coming.
We all know that.

But Boston is on its own for now.

And what would you have us do,
Mr. Washington?

Resist.

Mr. Hancock, I think it sends out
a good message...

that someone like you
was involved with this...

but these men are not going to
give you an army...

so I suggest that you make one...

of your own.

James Barrett.

- This your farm?
- Yes, sir.

- Revere says you're a man who can be trusted.
- Me and Paul go way back.

He's a good friend.

If we're going to take back Boston,
we're going to need a lot of manpower.

A lot of weapons.

If we can find men to shoot them...

we'll get you the guns.

Gentlemen...

I present our first recruits.

Get up.

Oh, good God.

Let's get to work.

- Boys.
- Adams.

Boys.

Sam Adams.

- Pint for me.

One for my friend here as well.

I'll be damned.

I never thought I'd see the day.

- Lieutenant Paul Revere.

Don't worry. No loyalists here.

You have a sharp pair of eyes, Dawes.
You always have.

Two gentlemen of Boston
out drinking in Lexington.

- Has it come to that?
- I had to follow the work.

No ships in Boston Harbor
means no food on the table.

Killed me, but I had to leave.

- Farming?
- There's no shame in it.

No.

There's no glory either.

There's none to be had these days,
thanks to the Redcoats.

It's funny, you showing up here.

I've been thinking a lot
about our old army days.

The crown thought highly of us then.

Yeah, well, we thought highly
of the crown then.

Do you still have your rifles?

Lovely guns,
if I remember correctly.

- Paul.
- Hmm?

I know you're not just here
to buy me a drink.

So, what are you mixed up in?

Something worthy of your glory.

Here's the plan.

You and I set up
a route in and out of Boston.

There are Redcoats posted all throughout
the woods, so we'll ha ve to be discreet.

Warren and the others will recruit men
from e very watering hole...

e very brothel and e very back alley
in and around Boston.

Anyone who opposes
the tyranny of King George.

We won't turn anyone away.
We need e very man we can get.

Morning, boys.
Come see.

Oh, I say.
Where did you get those?

Blacksmith I know over in Medford.
I almost got spotted.

Had to rush out of there pretty quick.

- How many more does he have?
- As many as we want.

But I only had enough for these six.

Head back now. Buy him out.

If you wouldn't mind.

Of course.

There you are. Take it all.

Take it all.

You see, uh,
here's the thing about this fella.

He, um- He does have
an awful lot of guns.

Oh, gentlemen, we have a problem.
That's all the coin I have on me.

I- Well, there is-

This could be worth some-
This is worth something. It's solid gold.

This was given to me at, um- at-

Take it away. There you go.

Kelly, if you could make sure
it's properly shined by whoever gets it-

- I'll make sure.
- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.
- Good.

Lads!

Brought some more men here
for the cause.

Bit of training, bit of luck,
we should be ready soon enough.

What about the weapons?

Follow me.

That's a lot of guns.

And still no way to shoot them.

You short on gunpowder?

Even if we had the money,
Gage has made sure nobody is selling.

You're feeling better?

- Yes.
- Good.

I have a lot to attend to this evening.

But I suppose I could find time for-

for other pursuits.

Hmm?

Thomas, please.

Please stop.

Thomas.

What do you even need me for?

What am I?

Just a statue for you to hold up
in a house you stole from a colonist.

Why don't you just leave me here?

- Mrs. Gage.
- Dr. Warren.

Come in.

You fell?

It's a shame.

My husband doesn't know I'm here.

Didn't imagine he would.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I-

I shouldn't even be here.

- Dr. Warren.

Amos.

We need you now.

- All right.

- What's your name?
- Peter Salem.

- You a free man?
- Yes, sir, just like you.

- Try and hold still.

The Redcoats
thought he was stealing.

I wasn't. I was just loading barrels
into the silo like they told me to.

I would have been dead in the street
if it wasn't for Mr. Revere.

British silo over by Concord.
Place is crawling with Redcoats.

How come?

Tell him what's in the barrels.

Gunpowder.

Boom.

It's massive.

It could probably hold
10,000 pounds of powder.

- Good. Guards?
- Around the clock.

How many?

Our man Salem says usually
less than 10, more than three.

It varies.

But there is an entire garrison
of Redcoats stationed nearby.

- An entire garrison.
- Yes.

Oh, I- I don't know, gentlemen.

- Is there not another way?
- No.

No, this is our chance.

Don't worry.

We'll be all right.

Sam, the silo's in a clearing.

There's no way in
without being seen.

Who said anything
about not being seen?

One of the lanterns has gone out.
Have a look.

Everything all right?

Wait.

All right, go.

Go now.

Let's go.

Shh.

Oh, boys, we've gotta go. Now.

You out there!

In the woods! In the woods!

Samuel, move your arse.

- Hyah!
- Go on!

Into the woods!

You lot, come on! Hurry! Hurry!

There they are!
Go! Go! Go!

- Clear out!
- Fall back! Fall back!

200 barrels of gunpowder gone...

in our enemies hands, hmm?

Tell me, how is it that a full company
of His Majesty's marines...

were outsmarted by a bunch
of sniveling Yankee shits?

It is simply inexcusable, sir.
I assure you-

You will find Samuel Adams
and John Hancock before this week is out.

Yes, sir.

I want to help you.

Help me with what?

I know what you and your friends are doing
and I want to be a part of it.

I'm not asking for your permission.

It's too dangerous.

And this isn't?

Take aim!

Impressive shot.

Impressive shot.

Word around Boston
is that Gage is coming for you.

He catches you, you'll hang.

If he catches me, that's one thing.

But if he finds all this-

Very well.

I know a house down the road
in Lexington.

We can hide out there
till we come up with a plan.

Good.

- Sam.
- Hmm?

- What about him?
- Him who?

Hancock.

What about Hancock?

Gage knows
that he's paying for all this.

He's a fugitive too.

Well, then I suppose
he's coming with me, isn't he?

One week.

I'll tell him.

I might leave out
the part about the hanging.

- Probably a good idea.
- Mm-hmm.

Dr. Warren, thank you
for coming at such a late hour.

I wouldn't have troubled you,
but I- I feel rather ill.

It's no trouble.

If you tell me your symptoms,
I'd be happy to help.

My chest- a sharp pain
that refuses to ease.

Please sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.

Must be this filthy Boston air.

- You summoned me?
- Margaret.

Of course you know Dr. Warren.

Yes. How lovely to see you again.

I was feeling rather unwell.

I thought the doctor
might have some miracle cure.

I'm sure the good doctor
has a remedy.

Yes, I have a tonic
that, uh, might help.

Aren't I the lucky one?

Just a few drops.

Tell me, do you have
a wife at home?

No, General.
She died three years ago.

I'm sorry to hear of your suffering.

But a handsome, educated man
such as yourself must never be lonely.

- I have my work.
- Ah.

Well, Doctor,
you and I aren't so different.

Hmm?

Mrs. Gage, is there anything
I can do for you?

I'm fine. Thank you.

I'm sure my husband will be
feeling better by the morning.

Well...

good night.

Doors.

Good night.

Mrs. Gage.

Do be cautious, Dr. Warren.

The streets are rather treacherous.

Did you know I was at
the coronation of King George?

- You can't be serious.
- I was- I was, uh-

I was 24 years old...

and my uncle sent me
over to England to, um-

to cultivate relationships
with merchants.

Old George was properly crowned...

and as a prominent member
of the colonies, I was invited.

Just so much gold, Sam.
Just gold.

Everything was-

And the clothes were exquisite.

And the ceremony, oh, my.

The sheer opulence was staggering.

But-

some poor lackey
had forgotten the royal canopy.

So the king and queen
were just baking in the sun.

It was absolutely hilarious.

I mean, of course, nobody-
nobody dared raise a smile.

My uncle was so proud of me.

He was so proud I was there.

He bragged about me, Sam.
He bragged about me every chance he got.

Just imagine if he could see me now.

Aren't you afraid?

No.

You're not?
You're not afraid of dying?

Honestly...

it's been a long while
since I felt this alive.

You really are a crazy rebel bastard,
aren't you?

I'm not afraid of dying.
It's far worse for those left behind.

Mm-hmm.

That it is, Sam.
Th-That it is.

The farm is here,
outside of Concord.

- How many were there?
- Hundreds.

You must understand they were an army,
prepared and ready.

And you actually witnessed Samuel Adams
and John Hancock leading this army?

- Yes, sir.
- Found them. Good.

I want to see them both hanged.

Militia men arrive in town there
empty-handed...

and leave with rifles in hand.

Ah, the munitions store.

I then followed Adams and Hancock
about six miles east to Lexington.

You can assure me
you'll remain undetected?

- Yes, sir.
- Take your men first to Lexington.

Once you have Adams
and Hancock arrested...

continue to Concord
and destroy everything there.

Any colonists harboring soldiers
or weapons shall be shot on sight.

Civilians?

These people are asking for a war.
We are going to give them one.

Where are you going?

For a walk.
It's a lovely day.

It is indeed.

I'd love to come with you.

Of course.

I have some rather pressing matters
to attend to, unfortunately.

Well, uh, perhaps tomorrow, then,
we can take a walk in the park.

Yes.

Guards, my wife
is in need of an escort.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Mrs. Gage? Mrs. Gage?

Forgive me.
I dropped my glove.

They're coming.

- You sure you can trust her?
- With my life.

Hey.

Thought you were
a damned Redcoat.

Get saddled.

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

We're gonna get there first.

Ride for Barrett's farm at Concord.

Hide the weapons
and ready the men until I get there.

I'll raise the alarm in Lexington
and get Sam and Hancock to safety.

Godspeed.

Hyah!

Stand right where you are.

Search the saddlebags.

General Gage has asked that nobody
is to leave Boston this evening.

I wasn't aware of that order.

What business calls for you
to leave the town at such a late hour?

I'm a colonial scout
for an armed resistance...

against the tyranny of General Gage
and the British crown.

Is that so?

Yeah.

- Hey!

- Hyah! Hyah, hyah!
- Stop!

The Redcoats are coming!
The Redcoats are coming!

The Redcoats are coming!

The Redcoats are coming!

You gotta leave! Now!

I'm not running away.
We have to stay and we have to fight.

Not a chance.

Those men out there are giving
their lives to protect us, to protect me.

- Those men need you alive!
- Sam, listen to him. We must leave now.

Sam!

If you die,
this whole thing dies with you.

- Munitions in Concord.
- It's been taken care of.

It's too late.
We'll never make it.

- Yes, you will.
- Paul. Paul!

Get out of the way!

Sound the alarm!
Sound the alarm!

Let's go, boys! Go on now!

Regiment...

halt!

Right turn!

Ready arms!

We hold our positions.

Do not fire unless fired upon.

They want a war.

Let it be here.

Hand over the traitors,
Samuel Adams and John Hancock...

and we will leave peacefully.

Go back to London!
You are not wanted here!

Are you willing to die
for two traitors to our king?

He was never any king of mine,
and he's no king to these men.

Disperse now.

Not another inch of this field
will you take!

You've taken enough!

We'll fight these men today...

or our children are fightin' them
for 500 years, I'll promise you that.

Take your positions, lads.

Deluded idiots.

- Advance!
- Ready!

Prepare to fire!

Let them fire first!

On the next Sons of Liberty-

Who warned Adams we were coming?

I know it was you.

They've called for
a second continental congress.

In case they hadn't noticed,
we're in the middle of a fight here.

Fire!

This is a war.

It's time you all started
treating it as such.

None of this would have happened
if it wasn't for him.

You weren't there.

You're not talking about
defending your rights as Englishmen.

You're talking about a new country.

I want the scalp of every
colonial savage in those hills.

There might be one way.

Can we withstand
a full-out British attack?

Your cousin, Mr. Franklin, and me,
we have been at it.

You ha ve been no help at all.

Dear God.

General Gage is a ruthless, brutal tyrant
who will stop at nothing.

Cannons.

We're out of time.

Whatever is going to happen here
needs to happen right now.

We certainly don't need
the king's damn permission.

What we need is the freedom
to live our lives the way that we see fit...

and the confidence that that freedom
cannot be taken away from us.

That is our God-given right.

This is going to happen.
How do you want to be remembered?