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- ♪ I see a land ♪
♪ With liberty for all ♪
- ♪ Yet still I know ♪
- ♪ The truth will rise and fall ♪
- ♪ Ooh yeah ♪
♪ That's just the way it goes ♪
- ♪ A word now to the wise ♪
♪ The world was made to change ♪
♪ Each day is a surprise ♪
♪ I'm looking at life through my own eyes ♪
♪ I'm searching for a hero to idolize ♪
♪ Feeling the pain as innocence dies ♪
♪ I'm looking at life through my own eyes ♪
- ♪ I'll take my heart into battle ♪
♪ Give that freedom bell a rattle ♪
♪ Get my independence signed ♪
♪ Declare it on the dotted line ♪
♪ Let Philadelphia freedom ring ♪
♪ And patriotic voices sing ♪
♪ Red white and blue never give up ♪
♪ You represent America ♪
- ♪ Hoping and praying for a brighter day ♪
♪ I listen to my heart and I obey ♪
♪ How can I see it any other way? ♪
♪ I'm looking at life ♪
- ♪ Looking at life ♪
- ♪ Through my own eyes ♪♪
♪♪
(man) - Today on "Liberty's Kids"...
(man) - We are the good citizens of Philadelphia!
We're the real patriots.
The rich people are not playing by the rules
of our new country!
All we want is a fair shake!
(man) - We must fight the Americans.
Why should we honor the Treaty of Camp Charlotte?
The Americans haven't.
They burn our fields, they cut down trees,
they slaughter game for sport.
(James) - I am with you.
I'm with you that there needs to be justice for everyone.
But this isn't justice.
This is wrong.
(man) - It's freedom, Sarah.
American freedom.
I've traveled the world
and there's nothing like it anywhere.
And you, Sarah, are you an American?
(Moses) - Sarah, this is a mistake.
The journey will take months.
(Sarah) - That's why I've hired a fine, dependable guide,
Mr. Petty-John.
(Moses) - And Ohio is wild.
- Bears, Sarah, wolves!
- It's the frontier, it's uncivilized.
(Sarah) - You know I appreciate your concern.
But neither Mother nor I have had a letter
from Father in years.
We must find out if he's all right.
I must find out.
(woman) - That's twice what carrots cost me a few weeks ago.
How am I supposed to feed my children?
Yes, Peter, I know you're hungry.
(horse neighing)
(horse neighing)
- I'm ready, please, Mr. Petty-John.
(Henri) - Wait for me!
(Moses) - Sarah, wait!
(James) - Do we have to shout at your face?
We're worried we'll never see you again.
- I look forward to introducing you to Father.
♪♪
- Hi-yah!
(horse neighing)
(Henri panting)
- At least let me come along to protect you!
♪♪
♪♪
(birds chirping)
- Hmm...
(Sarah yawning)
- Mr. Petty-John?
Mr. Petty-John, where are you?
(Sarah gasping)
My bag!
Mr. Petty-John?
(Sarah gasping)
♪♪
Mr. Petty-John, come back!
I've traveled two months and too far to fail!
Please don't leave me, Mr. Petty-John.
(bird squawking)
How far have I walked these past two days?
I'm so hungry.
(Sarah sighing)
I'll just rest for a moment.
Oh, Father, where are you?
♪♪
(birds chirping)
(Sarah gasping)
♪♪
Oh...
(Sarah gasping)
Oh...
- I am Cornstalk.
No one will hurt you here.
You're free to go, you're free to stay.
Some white people stay.
- I will leave as soon as I'm stronger.
- I am glad you've come at this important moment.
The meeting will begin soon.
Running Deer found a white girl unconscious in the woods.
She's scared of me.
I will take you to her after I greet the other chiefs.
- We can't afford ink at that price.
That's almost half again what it cost last month.
- That's not my problem, lad.
♪♪
(James) - But we won't be able to publish "The Gazette."
How will the citizens get news of the war?
- I have to eat too.
Are you buying the ink or not?
- Not!
- Good day to you then.
(door creaking)
(Henri gasping)
- How did you do that?
(footsteps approaching)
(Cornstalk) - I have brought a white man.
- Do you speak English?
My name is Sarah Phillips.
- My name... is Samuel.
Samuel Phillips.
- Father?
- Sarah, my Sarah.
I thought you went back to London.
(Sarah sniffling)
- Father... whiskers?
Look at you.
(Sarah laughing)
- I suppose I no longer look the proper British officer.
But, Sarah, the war.
I wrote you, telling you to return to your mother.
Your mother.
Is she... well?
- Yes, Father, she's well.
- She's answered none of my letters.
And neither have you.
I was afraid...
- I received just two letters, Father.
Nothing since '75.
That's why I had to find you.
- It's a miracle that you did.
Sarah, have you fallen in love with this land as I have?
Look at this place.
Walking where no Englishman has walked before.
Living with my hands.
Not taking orders from anyone.
Left, right, left, right, left, right!
(Sarah giggling)
A ten-hut!
(Sarah chuckling)
(Sarah giggling)
You must tell me about yourself, Sarah.
Look at you!
I barely know you.
Now, start as we walk back to the village.
There's a tribal council
I must attend with my friend Chief Cornstalk.
(wind whistling)
(horse neighing)
- "We, the good citizens of Philadelphia,
"urgently request that the local militia
"expel from our town all disaffected persons
and their supporters."
You know what "disaffected persons" are?
Working people who don't wanna be poor.
Who want to feed their kids
and aren't afraid to say so!
(crowd cheering)
We are the good citizens of Philadelphia!
We're the real patriots.
We're supporting this war on our backs.
The rich want us to shut our mouths
while their children stuff themselves.
The rich people are not playing by the rules
of our new country.
(crowd shouting)
All we want is a fair shake!
Come to a meeting at Patty Burn's Tavern
at 9:00 tomorrow, and tell everyone you know.
(crowd shouting)
- And I'll report on the meeting in "The Pennsylvania Gazette."
(crowd cheering)
- Excellent, lad.
You, rich men!
Are you scared of us poor working Americans?
(crowd jeering)
(man) - Boo!
- Maybe you're right to be scared.
- We must fight the Americans.
Why should we honor the Treaty of Camp Charlotte?
The Americans haven't.
They're supposed to let us live
north of the Ohio River in peace.
But they burn our fields, they cut down trees,
they slaughter game for sport.
They shoot at us on our shore.
Why must we turn our backs when we're injured?!
We're losing our land, our lives,
our self-respect!
I don't say we should attack the Americans
if they leave us alone.
I say we should protect ourselves
if they attack us,
or else we will be destroyed!
(Cornstalk) - I gave my word to the Americans
that we would remain at peace.
So did many of you.
I have never gone back on my word.
Have you?
But one thing concerns me even more than
my honor as a man:
the survival of my people.
If we fight the Americans,
they will come at us until they destroy us.
We do not have the strength to drive them out.
Our best hope is that the Americans lose
the white man's war to the English.
I am a warrior.
It is hard for me not to fight the Americans.
But if we can survive this war and the English win,
we will give our sons and our daughters
and their sons and daughters a chance to survive too.
♪♪
♪♪
(Sarah grunting)
(Sarah chuckling)
- Aye!
- Well played, Sarah.
- Sarah, you would be a good Shawnee.
- Why, thank you, Elinipsico.
- That's a high compliment, Sarah.
They believe most white people are bad people.
- Our grandmothers told us so.
- I haven't met your grandmother.
- "Our grandmother" is the Shawnee's god.
- Oh.
- Our grandmother watches over us.
She gives us good harvests and hunting trips
and victory in games.
(man) - Cornstalk!
♪♪
- Red Feather, what is it?
- Cornstalk, our fishing party...
American soldiers...
I alone... am alive.
- We must move our village again.
- No, we must defend ourselves!
(men whooping)
♪♪
(Cornstalk) - My people are enraged
by the Americans' violence.
I don't know if I can keep the peace any longer.
I am bound by honor to tell the Americans that.
I must go to Fort Randolph.
My son will go with me.
(Samuel) - Let me go too.
I know the commander, Matthew Arbuckle.
Maybe I can help.
(man) - Let's send 'em a message they can't ignore!
Three years ago James Wilson signed
the Declaration of Independence.
Now he's a British sympathizer
who's robbing us blind!
I say we take Wilson, tar-and-feather him,
and ride him out of town on a rail!
(all cheering)
- Let's go.
I want you boys away from trouble.
- Wait!
Don't do it.
- Uh-oh.
- The journalist.
I thought you were with us.
- I am with you.
I'm with you that there needs to be justice for everyone.
But this isn't justice.
This is wrong.
You don't just grab someone and hurt him.
- I'm starting to think maybe there's
another one who needs tar-and-feathering.
- Forget the boy.
Let's get Wilson!
(all shouting)
(man) - Get Wilson!
(all shouting)
- Whoa!
♪♪
- Father? - Yes, Sarah.
(Sarah) - Are you English...
or are you American?
(Samuel) - How many times I've asked myself the same question?
The men at the fort consider me
an American frontiersman now.
And so do I.
- I'm not sure Mother would be happy to hear that.
- Nor am I.
But I fell in love with this country
just like I fell in love with her.
It's freedom, Sarah.
American freedom.
I've traveled the world
and there's nothing like it anywhere.
And you, Sarah, are you an American?
- Uh...
I'd hoped seeing you would convince me that I'm not.
- Come!
(Samuel) - Fort Randolph.
- What will happen to the Shawnees
if the Americans win the war?
(Samuel) - I don't want to think about it.
(man) - Come out of there, you Tory!
(man) - Come and get your due!
(men shouting)
(James) - "James Wilson had been warned that he was the mob's target
and withdrew into his sturdy home with 20 supporters."
(man) - Come out, Wilson,
before we have to destroy your pretty house!
♪♪
Call for the cannon!
(wind whistling)
(Cornstalk) - I will return to my people
and urge them to leave this area
but they might attack you instead.
- So, Chief, you're telling me
it's possible that any second now
we could be at war with the Shawnee?
(Cornstalk) - Yes.
I have warned you and now we will go.
♪♪
- You're lucky you're a retired British major, Sam,
or I'd have to throw you in the guard house
with my new enemies here.
Take them.
Keep them safe.
- But, Matthew!
- Sir!
Cornstalk came here in peace and honor,
to warn you about the very people
he tried to talk out of attacking you.
- Sam... I suggest you take your daughter
as far from this place as you can.
(wind whistling)
(men shouting)
(James) - "Joseph Reed,
"president of our city's executive council,
"lead his light horse in breaking up the crowd.
"Five men died in the Fort Wilson Riot
"and 17 were wounded.
"James Wilson is not an angel
"but in our new nation
"everyone has the right to due process of law.
"Just as the writer of this piece,
"who was threatened with bodily harm
"for daring to take issue with the mob,
"has the right-- nay--
"the responsibility to right the truth as he sees it.
"In the United States of America,
"we the people have the freedom to right
what we want to right."
(Samuel) - I lost you for six years, Sarah.
I'll not risk losing you forever.
We couldn't help Cornstalk and Elinipsico--
something for which I will forever be sorry.
- What will happen to them, Father?
- They'll probably be held as hostages
and traded to the Shawnee for American prisoners.
(man) - Run!
Robert Gilmore!
The Shawnee killed him!
In the fort!
Run!
(Samuel) - Now I fear for our friends' lives.
- They wouldn't.
Elinipsico!
- I will never understand white men.
They have no rules.
No honor.
Their war has been a disaster for the Shawnee.
- What will happen to us, Father?
- We will fight the Americans
and be destroyed.
- And what will happen to us?
- Maybe the Americans will trade us for soldiers,
maybe they will kill us.
If they do, since we are warriors,
our souls will enjoy a special place
with our grandmother in heaven,
where we will feast and dance forever.
(Matthew) - I said don't touch the Shawnees.
We could swap them for our own.
(man) - No, Captain.
We're gonna do to them
what they did to Robert.
- Elinipsico, I've seen you grow to manhood.
I'm proud of the man you've become.
(man) - We will have vengeance
for our great chief and his son.
We will make the river safe for our fishermen to fish in
and our children to bathe in.
We will drive the white man
from the valley of Ohio forever!
♪♪
(Sarah crying)
- Father!
What kind of land is this?
Will the fighting never stop?
- Sarah, listen to me.
Listen to me.
I was deceiving myself thinking
you and your mother could join me here.
The Ohio frontier is too wild.
I would like to take you out of here now myself.
But I can't.
I must help my Shawnee friends through this difficult time.
I made a solemn promise to Cornstalk that I would do so.
- But what if...
- I will survive this war.
This too I promise.
And so will you, Sarah.
- Father, I...
... I want to go home.
- To Philadelphia.
- To England, to Mother.
I can't bear the violence anymore, Father.
Can you forgive me?
- There's nothing to forgive.
I'll be happy to have you far away from the fighting.
When the war is over,
you and your mother will join me in New York
or Massachusetts or Connecticut
and we will live our lives as we please, together.
(Sarah) - What if...
we don't want to come?
(Samuel) - Then I shall say goodbye to this land I love
and join you and your mother in England.
I wonder whether she'll like me in whiskers?
♪♪
(crickets chirping)
(Benjamin) - "Dearest Sarah, James, Henri, and Moses:
"Now that the work of achieving a treaty with France
"is complete...
"... I find my duties have become
"even more considerable than before.
"Articles to write, funds to raise,
"boring soirees with fine gentlemen in powdered wigs.
"Fiddlesticks.
"Forget this war for a moment.
"How I miss you all
"and how I look forward to being reunited soon
"in the city I love, with the people I love.
"How I long for the day
"when we shall merrily dance and sing together.
"I shall play my fiddle.
"Badly, of course, but no matter,
"because all of us, we dear, dear friends,
"will be living together in freedom
in our new nation."
♪♪
- ♪ I'm looking at life through my own eyes ♪
♪ I'm searching for a hero to idolize ♪
♪ Feeling the pain as innocence dies ♪
♪ I'm looking at life through my own eyes ♪
- ♪ I'll take my heart into battle ♪
♪ Give that freedom bell a rattle ♪
♪ Get my independence signed ♪
♪ Declare it on the dotted line ♪
♪ Red white and blue never give up ♪
♪ You represent America ♪♪
(children giggling)
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