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You are hard to please.

I find that hard to believe.

I find that hard to believe.

I find that hard to believe.

I carry myself poorly.

I carry myself poorly.

I shall withdraw myself from your company.

I shall withdraw myself from your company.

Are your dogs friendly?

Are your dogs friendly?

I won't fail to do so.

I won't fail to do so.

Today, the anniversary

of our Declaration.

Thanks be to God

for our liberty.

I cannot abide Franklin.

Tuck in, Mr. Adams, there's more than enough.

I have eaten already, sir, several hours since.

And how are your studies proceeding?

What?

I asked how your French lessons were going.

Your pronunciation is abysmal. No wonder I couldn't understand you.

Better the spirited gesture than the strict correctness, wouldn't you say?

You took the carriage again last night.

Pardon?

I was to attend the opera. Instead, I was stranded here.

I do apologize. I was at a banquet for Parmentier.

Who?

The noted pharmacologist.

Never heard of the man.

It's not that I care for the so-called music. Nothing but noise.

A great mess of pointless yowling, but I had already purchased a ticket.

May I ask you something?

- Go ahead. - What are you doing here?

I am not obliged to tell you that.

It would make the work at hand easier.

And what work is that, sir?

Your accounts are in disarray. You keep no records of expenses.

Your correspondence is a madman's jumble, and you breakfast at 10:14.

Yet somehow I have managed to negotiate an alliance with France.

And what good has that done us?

The French Navy is the greatest lot of seaborne chuckleheads

I've ever had the misfortune to encounter.

We fight alone, deeper in debt than ever.

And still, you curry favor with your boon companion, Vergennes.

I think it's best to keep in his good graces.

I think it best to make him honor his obligations.

And if you don't, I will.

No doubt with your deep comprehension of all things French,

that strategy will meet with unqualified success.

And now we shall have a party.

You object to celebrating our independence?

The day calls for solemn observance, not frivolous amusement.

Our hosts see it otherwise, and it's to our benefit to please them.

This act of obeisance will cost us what?

Absolutely nothing. Monsieur Chaumont is paying for it.

Yeah, that makes it even worse.

How many Americans are we meant to accommodate?

Ten? Fifty? A thousand?

We have only three, my dear.

- What about that Dr. Bancroft? - He doesn't sleep here.

He might as well.

Maybe it's time you discussed charging rent.

I can hardly ask guests to become tenants.

We house them, feed them, give them horses and servants, and now this party.

At how many livres?

The expense is nothing against the future profit from trade.

When is this future? Will any of us be alive to see it?

I don't expect you to grasp the intricacies of commerce.

Fine. Play your little games.

But I tell you, this extravagance will be our ruin.

At last. Help me up, you great lump.

And what was his answer?

I couldn't quite follow it.

Something about how they wrap things at the patisserie.

It could be red, it could be green, but the pastry inside is the same.

He is saying that beneath their varied beliefs,

all religions share a fundamental truth.

That's too rich for me.

Then perhaps you should have thought more carefully

before offering our daughter to his grandson.

Enough.

I'll be damned if I let you dispute with me.

Tell him that a Protestant has no hope of advancement here.

And Cun�gonde cannot be bound to such a fate.

I've already started negotiations.

Do you want me to look a fool?

Your drunken antics did this, not mine.

As if you know what you're talking about.

Is your pride more important than our family's fortunes?

He has plenty of gold in America.

And how would that benefit us here?

A daughter is a burden to be passed along as soon as possible.

Your father understood that.

Why don't you?

Perhaps Mademoiselle Jupin can explain it to me.

She's obviously a woman of discernment.

You are brazen, madame.

If only I was.

You think I'm blind to your flirtations with a man 40 years your elder?

That you call papa, sit on his knee

and coo honeyed nonsense in your endless letters?

What colossal impudence.

Yes.

How dare I seek the company of someone who delights me.

And so disgrace the good name of my devoted husband.

The name is mine. The estate is mine. And I'll have my way.

Everyone else can go to hell.

I tore a seam, and Gabrielle had to sew it up.

What do you think?

Will Franklinet like it?

Ravishing.

Yes?

What?

You're about to say something.

Simply that I came to this country with a boy,

and now I am looking at a man.

Well, thank you.

You're more skilled in French than I'll ever be,

you're a diligent secretary...

You have a guileless aspect that charms women and men alike.

Suppose I've had an excellent teacher.

You mean me?

Dear boy. You know, it is ever in my mind

to secure a place for you fitting to our family.

Isn't Congress going to pay me a salary?

One can only hope, but I speak of more lasting arrangements.

Lasting how?

Monsieur Brillon and I have been discussing an alliance.

Of what kind?

The marrying kind.

Who would marry who?

You would marry Mademoiselle Cun�gonde.

She's educated, pretty and well-situated.

And I believe you might even be a little fond of her.

Does she know?

It's not her business to know.

Is it mine?

We're talking about it now, aren't we?

Do not make the mistake I did.

When you marry, do so for your advantage.

Anything else is a prescription for regret.

If Cun�gonde is to become my wife, what will I be?

A Frenchman by all appearances.

And you, you...

You'll just leave me here?

Consent to this union,

and I will gladly spend the rest of my natural days in France.

I want to see you settled, boy, before I see nothing at all.

All right... I... Yes.

All right.

You may do the honors.

Where was I?

"Two beggars traveling along"...

"Blind plaintiff, lame defendant, share,

The friendly law's impartial care,

A shell for him, a shell for thee,"

"The middle is the lawyer's fee."

I say.

What a great show of friendship.

I wonder that they do not slit each other's throats.

Why would they do that?

I have it on good authority

that they are all routinely engaged in acts of the most wanton strife

and regard the bonds of matrimony as a mere farce.

No. Really? Good lord.

He dragged me to dinner with those Brillons, you know.

Pleasant enough, I admit.

But here is this plain-faced woman beside me at table...

What do you think?

I cannot guess.

She is the amoureuse of the husband, quite openly. And the wife?

Madame Brillon.

She consoles herself with a certain Monsieur le Coq.

- Mr. Rooster. - An alias, of course.

Are you sure of this?

Franklin told me. It's just the sort of thing he'd know.

Sobering indeed.

And these are our allies.

I do sometimes doubt their constancy.

Much is promised, but...

- You've discussed this with Franklin? - No. He won't hear of it.

Well... There you are.

You and I should talk.

They've all seen you on stage, you know.

But they haven't invited me to their houses.

You're invited now.

Thirteen stripes.

Did I get it right?

You make the prospect of independence even more appealing.

Listen to you.

Sounding more French every day.

That's very...

But I'm not sure I like that.

I prefer you as an American.

Is that what you want? I mean...

I mean, is that the kind of person you...

Look at that.

He brought an African to the party.

She's an actress.

How do you know?

Uh, Jacques mentioned something about her.

That's even more scandalous.

They use stage names, you know.

To hide where they really come from.

What have we done to deserve this?

That profligate means to put me in an early grave.

Don't say anything just now.

I'll throw him out on his ass, guests be damned.

You'll do no such thing.

Then he can hide from his creditors

and cadge from his whores, and see how he likes...

Stop!

Mother.

Father.

May I present Mademoiselle Caillot of the Com�die-Italienne.

How gracious you are to allow this poor child of shadows

her day in the precious light.

Oh. Well. I...

We saw you in that Goldoni farce.

You were absolutely marvelous!

Madame. What clouds your sun today?

Do I seem gloomy?

Perhaps

I'm mistaken.

The Chaumont boy does as he likes,

without a care what the world thinks.

The world may have the last word with him yet.

But he will have argued with it. And that is something.

You are in a mood.

My dear papa...

Can anything come between us?

Madame, we have our treaty.

I do not mean these other women.

What can break the bond of our souls?

Nothing I can think of.

Do I have your promise?

What is it that you wish to say?

Ladies and gentlemen. Your attention, please.

The Apotheosis of Liberty is about to begin.

Mr. Rooster.

- What? - You heard me.

"This doctrine, my friends,

is reason and wisdom."

Reason and wisdom.

"But do not depend too much on your own industry."

Industry.

"And now to conclude,

experience keeps a dear school..."

But fools will learn no other.

"As Poor Richard says,

they that won't be counseled can't be helped."

But if you will not hear reason...

"Why, she'll surely rap your knuckles."

And such is the genius of Franklin.

He seized the lightning from the sky...

and slayed the tyrants.

This is pure idolatry.

I hope this is comfortable.

Quite tolerable, Monsieur G�rard.

This inventory from your Congress

has left me quite breathless, Mr. Adams.

49,000 uniforms, clarinets and trumpets,

spoons and sheet music, paint and thimbles.

I believe you'll find a frigate and eight ships of the line also itemized.

All amounting to one-tenth of this government's annual budget.

His Majesty has already spent one hundred and...

150 million livres to secure your independence.

And yet New York, the Carolinas, Georgia, all belong to the British.

Because Admiral d'Estaing's expedition was unable to break their hold

on the American coast.

We are told the name of France was cursed by a mob of drunks

from New England.

And I'm told in France, a man may treat a marriage as just a piece of...

Certain misunderstandings can be expected during wartime.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Adams?

The longer I stay in Europe and consider our affairs,

the more our alliance seems...

A rock on which we may build.

But France has yet to fulfill her obligations under our treaty.

We sent you cannons and shot. Muskets and powder bayonets.

Given you outright... given enough money...

Our situation remains as precarious as it did before you joined the battle.

We are undermanned and lack even the basic provisions

that this alliance was meant to provide.

Nothing would end this war faster

than a powerful French fleet to break the English at sea.

Are you an expert in naval strategy as well, Mr. Adams?

Whatever I am, I am not blind.

And I see that France means to hold our chin above water

but not to keep us from drowning.

Are you all right, Dr. Franklin?

This deuce gout. I wouldn't wish it on King George.

- Is there anything? - Nothing. Nothing, alas.

- Let me fetch the court physician. - No, no, no. Thank you.

The only recourse is rest and empty hope.

If I could beg the minister

to consider the allotment of cloth and uniforms.

Yes. Yes. Of course.

G�rard?

Three million livres.

A trifle after all. Hmm?

Do you really think he was taken in by your sudden show of infirmity?

Your notion of diplomacy will be our undoing.

America cannot suffer any more of this slow, silent, imperceptible creeping.

We must show spirit in our application. A bold push. A show of industry.

There is no word in French for industry.

The art here is to achieve much by appearing to achieve little.

An art which you seem to have mastered.

While I remain above ground,

I will endeavor to please this court to procure what advantages I can.

We did not throw off the chains of one tyrant to put on those of another.

Count Vergennes is not our friend.

No, but I rather like him anyway.

Get away!

It's quite the pageant.

Makes you wonder how the Reformation ever succeeded.

Poor wretches, fingering their beads and chanting Latin.

Not that they can understand a word.

London sends its compliments, by the way.

Compliments alone do not compensate for the risks I take.

Be patient, Mr. Bancroft. You've been generously rewarded so far.

Think of heaven's blessings that still await.

Yes, well, I doubt our association will merit any divine rewards.

I prefer compensation in this life.

A man who values money so highly doesn't tend to be too particular

about where it comes from.

I've given you and London ample proof of my loyalty.

The war's going badly for America.

Now is the time to drive the final wedge.

Sow doubt as to Versailles's intentions.

Well, you'll have a hard time convincing Dr. Franklin to believe

Count Vergennes is acting in bad faith.

Mr. Adams is less enamored with the French.

If Dr. Franklin were to be removed from the scene...

- I won't be party to that. - I thought you were determined

to see an end to this war!

A careless word of our deal to Dr. Franklin or Mr. Adams...

The atmosphere in Passy is poisonous enough as it is.

Hazarding my exposure doesn't do you any good.

You're not His Highness's only agent in France, you know.

But I am the only one with Dr. Franklin's confidence.

And Mr. Adams's confidence?

Well, Mr. Adams has a low view of humanity.

Perhaps it is justified.

You're a resourceful fellow.

I'm sure you'll think of something to win him over.

If you've come for the July 4th celebration,

you're a bit late.

Don't concern yourself, Doctor. I received a full report.

The Apotheosis of Liberty.

What a spectacle.

Then to what do I owe this honor?

You object, perhaps, to our wish to keep you close.

I'm sure that you have nothing but my well-being in mind.

It would reflect badly on the police to have you meet with misfortune.

How can that be when I am so seldom out of your sight?

We're hardly the only eyes upon you.

And not everyone is so kindly disposed to your presence.

What is it you mean to tell me?

That it might be prudent for you

to exercise some caution in your comings and goings.

Because?

Certain rumors. Nothing more.

Monsieur Lenoir, why is it that I can never be certain

if you're trying to help me or to harm me?

Perhaps you have an untrusting nature?

I'm really a very simple man.

Do take care, Doctor.

There's quite enough mayhem in Paris as it is.

Enter.

I thought you might require a little fortification.

Mr. Bancroft. Most kind.

Come.

From my private stock of Shui Xian no less.

Thank you.

Anything in your tea?

Black, please. The blacker the better.

- There. - Thank you.

He took the carriage again last night.

Yes. Something about a banquet for Monsieur Parmentier.

The noted pharmacologist.

- You've heard of him. - How do you put up with this behavior?

One accepts the defects of character in return for the pleasure of his company.

What pleasure is that?

The truth be told, Mr. Adams.

I'm thankful you've come to bring some force back to our diplomacy.

I'm glad to hear it, Mr. Bancroft. Very glad indeed.

You see.

And, of course, our regard for Dr. Franklin remains undimmed.

In my opinion, it's high time someone took the French court to task.

Now, I have been urging for sterner measures for some time and it...

While I'm here, Mr. Bancroft, Versailles will have no rest.

Thank providence for that.

More tea?

Thank you.

Leave me be!

What is this?

- What does it look like? - You're kidnapping me?

You'll never get off the grounds.

I bet we will. Know why?

You're going to tell the gatekeeper you know us.

You'll have to kill me first!

Boo!

You sons of bitches! You...

He's braver than we thought!

"You'll have to kill me first!"

Don't you idiots have anything better to do?

Maybe no. Maybe yes.

Drink up, Achilles.

You're going to need it.

Coachman, get going!

- Are you going to marry her? - That's what grandfather wants.

Yes. But, "what do you want," is the question.

She's very pleasant.

I like it when she teases me

- and... I think? And her family is... - Rich?

- Not that rich. - Rich enough.

But young Achilles...

Has his eye on someone else.

Don't you?

Are we going to sit here all night?

Consider it good practice.

For what?

Someone's coming.

Do you mean to stick me with that?

Gilbert.

General Lafayette, if you don't mind.

Really?

Of course not.

Let me embrace you, mon ami.

Do I seem American now?

Well, not exactly.

More like Auvergne wrapped up in a bit of New Jersey.

- Insulting an officer. - I say hang him on the spot.

Or we just stab him.

Yes, that works.

Why the secrecy?

Technically, I'm under house arrest.

The king doesn't like his marquises running off to fight someone else's war.

But it's our war now. It's both of our wars.

And that's what we're here to discuss.

Sit down, friends.

And let's talk about the fight for freedom.

Portsmouth, Liverpool, Lancaster, Plymouth, Cork.

A squadron of ships to strike every port.

Force the British to defend the coast,

and they have fewer men and ships to send to America.

What say you, gentlemen?

And how will this flotilla be paid for exactly?

We demand tribute from the towns.

Well, that's bold.

And if the towns refuse to pay for this protection?

We burn them to the ground.

What was that?

He...

My friend, some words of reason here.

The sack of Liverpool alone would be worth two million pounds sterling.

Say, a quarter for Lancaster, half a million for Cork.

You don't mean to say you approve of this imbecilic scheme?

What's the matter, Mr. Adams? Is this not virile enough for you?

That's absolutely preposterous. It's impossible.

Impossible schemes often succeed because no one expects them.

And how many men would this escapade require?

No more than 2,000 French soldiers.

No, no, no. Too few, Marquis.

Take four or five thousand. Do some real damage.

What about a detachment of cavalry to spread terror from the coast?

An excellent notion. Crush their spirit! Let fear stalk the land.

Yes, but... Wouldn't inciting terror just prolong the suffering on both sides?

Giving England a taste of the medicine

that they've been stuffing down our throats. That would be a right tonic.

And who will lead this horde in its depredations?

Who else, monsieur? Myself. With my companions by my side.

A children's crusade. What a capital notion.

And a herd of elephants to rival Hannibal, stomping their way across Lancashire.

Their wailing captives driven before them, bedecked in blood.

Plymouth delenda est.

This is a sorry topic for jest.

This plan is quite serious.

We mean to set sail and bring England to its knees.

"We"?

Yes. Gilbert, S�gur, Noailles and me.

Gentlemen, would you leave us, please?

This is what happens when a bastard begets a bastard.

Do you know why I brought you here?

To see me successfully...

To have a child nearby to close my eyes when I die.

I'm 19.

That's close enough.

Shall I just wait here then? Until some fatality overcomes you.

And what do I tell your father?

That I took you from him only to leave you at the bottom of the Irish Sea?

Then you would have to talk to him.

No glory in the grave, boy.

"We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor."

Yes, Mr. Jefferson enjoys his rhetorical flourishes,

but we all signed our names.

We ate a decent supper and slept in comfortable beds.

Gilbert took a bullet for those words.

The marquis's house has made a business of war for centuries.

We have been blacksmiths and candlemakers

and lately have done respectably well in the printing trade.

Let us each pursue our family's calling and not seek what is not in our nature.

You wish me to be a coward.

I wish you to be alive, Temple. And at my side.

That would do more good for our cause than this lunatic farrago.

You do not know all there is to know.

But you do?

You will not go, and there's an end to it.

You understand the difficulty?

I know it to be a delicate matter.

Would he accept to talk to a priest?

I've urged him to be open to all things.

To be honest, for me, what does it matter?

It's the appearance that counts.

And if that obligation were met?

If the priest says good, good.

Of course, tout le tralala,

the business would take some finesse.

But our arrangement would remain the same?

Well, I don't like much the idea

of her turning into...

An American?

We pay for...

I pay to fill her head with music, dancing and Italian, I think.

That's a lot of money to go to waste.

If we settled the matter of faith to your satisfaction,

and I gave my assurance that both Temple and I remain happily in France...

We like the boy, Doctor. We do like him.

No doubt about that.

Good.

It's called a chemise a la reine. Because the queen was the first to wear it.

Well, not the first, it's really what any peasant would... But when she put it on...

And Madame Bertin, everyone goes to her now.

I say, "Maman, it isn't fair that you get your dresses made there

and all I've got is some old"...

- You're not listening. - I am.

I...

You were going to show me your paintings.

But only because you asked.

The garden...

Pipou, his nose is all wrong.

Here's the dress I was talking about.

I'm showing him the watercolors.

You mustn't bore him, dear.

I'm not bored. Really.

Perhaps you'd both like to stroll the terrace. It's quite a pleasant evening.

It's just walking back and forth.

Do go, if you please.

And be charming.

You can stay.

Is that wise, madame?

I think we can rely on their good upbringing.

Very well. I suppose I'll just...

- Pardon? - I said no.

A note. For 100 livres.

Take it and leave.

If you don't take it, I'll have you seen off the grounds.

And make it known that you are not to be placed in any house, in any fashion,

for a hundred miles around Paris.

Not even

to empty the privies.

Monsieur Brillon...

Is not worth the trouble.

- Madame. - Husband.

To what do we owe your graceful presence?

Simply my wish to be between the two men who most occupy my thoughts.

We were discussing the varieties of faith and the constancy of the heart.

You are negotiating the marriage of our daughter to your grandson.

I don't suppose you've told him.

Told him what?

What we agreed.

- I don't recall our... - Fine.

My good sir.

My husband loves you, as do I.

So, he does not know how to say what must be said.

- What in blazes are you... - So, I must say it for him.

In our hearts, we are united in the belief

that there is only one religion and one morality.

Dear lady, I recognize the need...

But though individuals may do as they please

and leave others to their prejudices,

families demand a sterner account.

- And so... - Madame, I warn you...

without being your children, we shall be your friends.

And though it pains us to know you may seek affection elsewhere,

we shall give you all the care that is in our power.

But this union will not take place.

Some are free of mind, others embrace their chains and call it liberty.

You cannot reason with them.

But don't be discouraged. I'll make a match for you.

And we Franklins will have our perch in the world.

I'll walk back if that's all right.

I'd rather you didn't.

Nothing's going to happen in Passy.

I know you want what's best for me.

Sacking Liverpool?

He was joking.

Doesn't sound funny to me.

Versailles will never agree. They've already begun to tire of the war.

You discount his powers of persuasion.

He's forbidden his grandson to go.

That leaves 10,000 others to take his place. What's their blood to him?

Mr. Adams would oppose it. Hmm? He distrusts the whole alliance.

What if he had full authority?

Well, Dr. Franklin would have to be recalled,

and there's small chance of that. The factions in Philadelphia are too split.

We'll try another way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. La.

Anything to declare?

See for yourself.

With your permission, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen! The second call!

Last call, ladies and gentlemen!

Last call!

I don't much care for being up before sunrise.

- I thought you wanted glory. - I do. Just later in the day.

How do you...

How do you sack a city anyway?

He'll know about it.

What happens when we get to Le Havre?

We buy some ships,

recruit a few thousand men,

scrape up some ammunition...

Someone's coming.

My friend. Your grandfather changed his mind?

Let's burn England.

Let's burn England.

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