TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript

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What're you doing, Sprout, huh?

What are you doing?
Come here, look at you.

Ah.

You gonna walk for me?

You gonna walk for your dad?

Let's try walking again.

There you go.

All right, there you go.

Look at you,
big boy now, huh?

There.



See? It's easy.

Huh? Look at you.

Keep going, keep going.

Sure you want him
to learn to walk so soon?

Well, he's almost a year old.

Faster he learns to walk,
the sooner he learns to march.

That's a good point.

Nah, you're a smart one,
Thomas, huh?

Just like your ma, huh?
You are.

Afternoon.

I thought regulars were trained
to fold their own bedding.

He'll be out before Christmas.

They will.

This fighting can't last.



If one redcoat in the house
is as close as it comes to us, then...

then I shall thank the Lord
and be done with it.

It's a pity His Majesty
don't pay for scalps no more, huh?

Used to offer 130 cobs a head.

For men, not for boys under 12.

That's all Washington
has left to send is boys.

Aye, Major?

Washington coulda had men.

Coulda had Rangers.

If he were bolder,
not so tight with his purse.

Those pups died for nothing.

♪ Across the hills... ♪

Welsh!

Oi, Welsh!

Are you done yet?

The damn fool makes for the trees

when I've told him a hundred times,

you start on the outside
and work your way in.

He's a greenhorn, huh?

Ah!

Come on, lads!
Let's run him, boys!

Let's run him like a dog!

Come on, lads!

They were waiting for us.

They knew where we would be.

They couldn't have known.

They were waiting.

How?

These were not
Tory militia or Regulars.

They-- they were Queen's Rangers.

Was it Robert Rogers?

It was luck, then.

Just bad luck you ran into him.
I asked for a coat.

Luck?

Sir, luck had nothing
to do with this.

We both know that. The--

The British, they use Rogers
and his mercenaries like a bear trap,

and they knew precisely
where to set him.

This was an ambush
planned in advance.

Are you saying there's a breach
within our ranks?

I'm saying that they have spies
everywhere, sir...

and that we need the same.

See to your shoulder.

After you've recovered,
I'll assign you new men.

General, please.
These scouting runs, they're suicide.

We have discussed this,
Captain Tallmadge.

I will not waste money
on informers.

I agree, sir.
All I would need from you

is one man to serve as a courier

between myself
and a friend in New York.

- If we can establish--
- New York?

After Washington has burned it
to the ground upon our retreat?

Benjamin...

we have no friends
in New York.

♪ Hush, hush ♪

♪ There's snakes in the garden... ♪

♪ Soul for sale... ♪

♪ Blood on the rise ♪

♪ Hush, hush ♪

- ♪ I can't wait anymore ♪
- ♪ Soul for sale... ♪

♪ I can't wait anymore ♪

♪ Hush, hush. ♪

Come on.

Come on, hup.

Mr. Strong!
Four ales, please!

- Good evening, Selah.
- Thought you didn't like my tavern.

- What's this?
- I said I would repay my debt.

We're not even halfway
through the season.

This is only half of what I owe.

The harvest isn't
coming in as I hoped.

Loopers or maggots?

I just need more time, Selah,
and then next season, I swear--

Next season?
Of course, why not?

Perhaps by then you just pay me back
with my own cauliflower.

Abraham.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

Abe and I were
just discussing maggots.

Maggots?

Mrs. Strong, here, here!

I hear they've been dethroned
as Setauket's reigning pests.

- Ahem.
- Your rooms are ready, gentlemen.

Well, I should be off, so...

No, now, wait.

We hardly see you anymore.

How is Mary and Thomas?

They're both well.

- I really should--
- You should come for dinner

at our house.
The three of you.

- Anna.
- I fear that wouldn't feel right.

I owe your husband a debt.

I would be shamed for you
to cook for us while I'm in arrears.

I didn't know about this.

Bloody news! Bloody news!

"Where are the rebels now?

To the brave Patriot commander
on the eve of his retreat--

pardon, his charge
into northern New Jersey."

"Pulled back from the line,
a most propitious sign,

for Mrs. Washington, that sow."

"Alas, before his return,
dear Georgie must discern

in what place he should
sheathe his saber."

"But surely..."

- Go upstairs.
- Selah, don't.

- "...the joke of it all is
that his scabbard calls

for any puffs sword
he can stow."

Get out, Robeson.

I'm sorry, did I offend
your sensitive liberal puff cake?

You offended my wife.
Now, leave.

Come off it, man.

We're celebrating your king's
victory in New York.

Though we understand
how that might upset

a certain delegate
to the Provincial Congress.

- Drunk.
-Whig.

- You stupid--
- Anna, don't, don't, don't.

Did he just hit Captain Joyce?

Let me help you.
Let me get that for you.

- Out of my way.
- Here, it's fine.

- Out of my way.
- Take your coat off. There you are, just--

Ah!

Release the captain, please.

Of course.

Make sure you get
two nooses up there.

Court-martialed?

Major, please. Show mercy.

Law, order, authority.

We are the beacon of authority
in these colonies, Captain,

and we bear the burden
of that authority.

Major--

"Because authority,
though it err like others,

hath yet a kind of medicine in itself

that skins the vice o' the top."

- Do you understand?
- Is the major in?

Wait here.

Sir, this colonist has struck

an officer of His Majesty's Royal Army.

Now, once I testify--

- You will not be court-martialed here.
- Oh.

You will return to England,

where you'll be cashiered
directly upon arrival.

Dismissed.

I knew that you would come.

I wish to offer my services,

for whatever they may be worth.

Mm, this is not a matter
for the provincial court.

One of my men was assaulted.

- This must be redressed.
- Without question.

But by the looks
of Captain Joyce just now,

I can tell there's more
to this story,

and I thought I would
shed light on a few facts

in the service of clarity.

It involves some social
history of Setauket.

Provincial ephemera
and the passions of young people.

Probably worthless.

What history?

Anna Strong,
the wife of Selah Strong,

was engaged three years ago
to Abraham Woodhull.

You mean Abraham, your son.

Yes, they were childhood friends,
you see,

and our families shared friendship

until her father's patriot politics
drove us to disagreement.

Anna, unfortunately,
took her father's views to heart

and so broke the heart of my son,

who was raised to love
the law above all else.

"Love will not be spurred
to what it loathes."

So, why, then, did he rush
to the aid of her husband,

a suspected patriot?

Abraham has a dreamer's heart,

a romantic heart,

his mother's heart,
if truth be told.

And he keeps room
there for Anna

in spite of her betrayal.

Mm.

"Alas, that love,

so gentle in his view..."

"...should be so tyrannous

and rough in proof."

Evening, Woodhull.

What are you doing?

Where are you taking Selah?

It's past curfew.
Run home to your father.

- Let me see you.
- I'm fine.

Just a few bumps, that's all.

Ah, ah.

How did this happen?
Why would you even go to that place?

Mary, Mary.

I'm fine. I'm home.

I went down the tavern
for a drink, is all.

Lord knows I could do
with another one.

- Eat something first.
- Yeah, yeah.

ls that one of mine?

They were your brother's
before they were yours.

I thought you wouldn't mind
if I brought one

for my little soldier here.

I don't know what
Major Hewlett told you

or what was said to him,
but the fault with this lies with--

- Selah Strong.
- With John Robeson.

He was the one
who started the fight.

And Captain Joyce,
who was well into his cup,

slipped and cut his hand on one.
That is all.

I doubt that's how he'll testify,

so be glad that testimony
won't name you.

Abraham...

why did you take money
from that man?

I warned you about Selah Strong.

He's choleric by nature.

You should've come to me
if you needed specie or credit.

I have contacts
on New York Island

who'd buy my hogs
at twice the market value.

All I need is someone
to run them into the city.

Sprout, let me give you
a little piece of advice

that my father here
gave to me once.

"Neither a lender
nor a borrower be."

You wouldn't have borrowed.
You would have worked.

Good boy. Shh.

Good boy.

Good night.

Let's have it.

I'll speak plain now.

You have responsibilities
to more than this farm,

to more than yourself.

- But, Father, I--
- Legacy is everything.

If you wish to preserve ours,
then stay away from those

who've already chosen
to sully theirs.

The Smiths, the Strongs,
the Tallmadges--

they chose the wrong side.

I wasn't taking sides.

I was just trying to do right.

Try harder.

And think on my offer.

Good night.

- Who's that? Who's there?
- It's me, it's me.

What are you doing?
There's a sentry.

He's staying dry for now.
Shh, shh.

We don't have much time,
all right, so please listen well.

They are planning to charge you
with insurrection.

I struck a redcoat,
that's all that matters.

No, no, not if you plead guilty
to the first charge.

Look, everyone knows
that Joyce is a drunkard.

They don't want to
hang anyone in Setauket,

not in secure territory.

They're gonna send you
instead to the Jersey.

- Prison ship?
- Where you have friends.

You know others who have gone
and others who have gotten out.

If you bribe someone--

Is that why you came here?
To tell me this?

No, I came here to warn you.

And to have me forgive
your debt, no doubt.

No, I said I'd repay my debt in full.

I promised you that.

I'll make you a new deal.

What?

Take care of her for me.

She'll be all alone to run
our house and the tavern.

You take care of Anna
while I'm gone

and I will forgive you your debt.

I don't need your forgiveness.

You are her husband, Selah.

And I'm going to repay my debt.

♪ On Hounslow Heath as I rode over ♪

♪ I spied a lawyer riding before ♪

♪ "Kind sir, aren't you afraid ♪

♪ Of Turpin,
that mischievous blade?" ♪

♪ Oh, rare Turpin hero ♪

♪ Oh, rare Turpin, oh ♪

♪ Said, "Turpin,
he'd ne'er find me here ♪

♪ I hid my money in my boot" ♪

♪ The lawyer says,
"No one can find ♪

♪ I hid my gold
in my cape behind" ♪

♪ Oh, rare Turpin hero ♪

♪ Oh, rare Turpin, oh ♪

♪ As they were riding past the mill ♪

♪ Turpin commands him
to stand still ♪

♪ Said, "Your cloak, I must get on ♪

♪ My mare,
she needs a saddle cloth" ♪

♪ Oh, rare, Turpin hero ♪

♪ Oh, rare Turpin, oh. ♪

Major Rogers.

There's a package waiting for you
in the storehouse.

This is all very secret.

This is war.
You never know who's listening.

Some intelligence for you, John.

England controls the harbor,

a bunch of blokes in red out there,

big navy behind 'em.

Thank you.

This is why you're worth
every penny,

no matter what
General Clinton says.

- Oh, what's that?
- A test.

Not for me.

For my source
within the rebel camp.

It's the location of a secret store
in Connecticut,

a safe house.

We want you to give it
the treatment

you gave the Continental Dragoons.

Scraps.

Feed it to your Regulars.

If the intelligence
continues to prove true,

I can trust his word
on targets with higher value...

...like Washington.

Who is this mythical source
of yours, John?

Someone I know?

You won't do it?

- For double, we will.

Recompense for the last test.

Recompense?
You lost one man.

And a coat.

And a bonnet.

Hello?

- Don't bloody move.
- Wait, wait.

I only came here to trade.

I've got cabbage.
Fresh cabbage, four bushel.

Four bushel?
You got nothing I want, Woody.

- Woody?
- Yeah.

Caleb!

Let me look at that boy.
Look at that face.

Caleb Brewster.

Right, I was hoping to see
someone I knew come across.

But this privateer here,
this pirate of produce...

- Come here!
- ...this Viking of vegetables!

Vintage Brewster.

- What's Greenland like?
- Greenland?

- Yeah.
- It ain't green.

- Oh.
- Aye.

Well, it's right up your alley, though,
isn't it, Caleb?

- Aye.
- Harpoons and darkness

and vomiting seamen in boats
and all that stuff.

And more lucre than you've ever seen,
farm boy.

Outside this black market,
of course.

Where else am I gonna trade
this finest cask of Madeira

for a head of Setauket cabbage?

All because of those poor souls
in the Bowery

can't get no healthy greens.

And those across the Hudson

can't get no decent box of tea.

I never said
I was trading for tea.

I do have silk, though,
from Cathay.

Pounds, Caleb.

My haul there, it's worth 20.

I'll pay you double that
in Continental dollars.

No, you're fine.

I've already wiped my arse today.
Than ks, Caleb.

Now I gotta be heading back.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You're in such a hurry
to leave your old friend, huh?

Who knows when we'll
see each other again?

You know I can't
show my face back home.

You know, I hear that
they tore out the pulpit

from Reverend Tallmadge's church.

Ripped out the pews,
made it into barracks.

Is that true?

How many are stationed there?

Look, I just keep my eye
on my crop, mostly.

When you're not smuggling it.

No, this was a onetime deal.

Onetime?

You won't see my face again
until the war is over.

15.

12.

All right, 12 and that silk.

Mrs. Strong.

Mrs. Strong.

You all right?

I'm sorry, Lieutenant.
I didn't hear you.

Captain.

I purchased Captain Joyce's
commission

in the wake of his death.

Death?

His body was found this morning
in a field with his throat slit.

You haven't heard?

No, I...

I've been at home.

Have you seen
Abraham Woodhull?

What? No.

Why are you asking me this?

An officer in
His Majesty's Army is dead

following an altercation
with your husband

and with Mr. Woodhull.

Now, your husband has been
shipped off to prison

and Mr. Woodhull
is nowhere to be found.

I meant no--

Wait.

Accept my apology-

I know how you must feel...

with your husband gone,

in your house alone.

I can only imagine your distress.

You need someone to protect you.

Captain, I beg you,
if you are a gentleman,

let me attend
to my house in peace.

Thank you.

I shall have my laundry ready
by week's end.

This is my house, too.

I'm to be quartered here
by order of Major Hewlett.

I've already chosen which room.

I'm not armed.
Not armed.

Identify yourself.

Abraham Woodhull...
from Setauket.

- Nice night for a sail, Woodhull?
- I thought so, yeah.

What's under the tarp?

Could I maybe interest you gentlemen
in a nice bolt of silk?

You're under arrest by order
of the Continental Congress.

- Charge is illegal trade.
- Wait! Wait!

You're not just a smuggler, are you?

Enough! That's enough.

I know him.
He's not a spy.

Your name came through
on a dispatch, Mr. Woodhull.

Ben?

Tallmadge, is that you?

I set out from camp immediately.

It is you.
It is you, thank God.

Thank God.

Ben, can you get me out of here?

Of course you can.
Look at you.

- All right, just slow down.
- Look at you.

Ben, you know me.
I'm no smuggler.

- This is the first time...
-I know that, I know.

I've ever even attempted--

- I told them that you were
a man of integrity

and that you'd make
every effort to cooperate.

Thank you.

Cooperate?

They need to know
who your contact was,

to make sure you weren't
giving aid to the enemy.

Ben, who is the enemy?

I told them that you would
never do something like that.

Come on, Ben, you know both sides
close an eye to this trade.

Trust me, the enemy
did not benefit here.

I do, I do trust you, Abe,
and I can get you out,

but you have to tell me
who your contact was at Frog's Point.

What's your true purpose here?

You didn't ride all this way
just to get me out of trouble.

This is a pardon for your release
signed by Governor Trumbull.

Whom I convinced
you were a friend.

Yeah...

if I tell you who I traded with.

Look, this shouldn't be a negotiation.

Well, good, because
I'm not giving the name

of someone who's just
trying to get by

and who doesn't deserve
to be thrown in this hell

by the same Congress that
declares for our freedom.

I won't do it.

Why are you really here?

As I said, I have a permit
signed by the governor

for you to return home.

He signed it after receiving word
from General Washington himself.

What in the--

Look, we're of a mind
that if you can smuggle cabbage,

you can smuggle something
more valuable--

information.

- You've come to enlist me?
- To recruit you.

Abe, Congress does a lot more
than just declare for your freedom.

They fight for it.
I fight for it. Men die for it.

Well, I don't ask anyone
to fight for me.

I'm asking you.

Come on, we grew up together, Abe,

and I remember who you are,
even if you've forgotten.

All I ask is that you fight
for what you believe in.

I don't know what information
I could possibly--

Military-- number of men,
number of cannons,

naval transports,
whether they're moving,

if so, where, what arrivals--

Ben, do you realize
what you're asking me?

You won't have to risk
crossing the Belt again.

Instead, you'll signal for a courier.

I have a system all worked out.

Well, have you worked out
how to explain my absence?

I was supposed
to be back yesterday.

Use the truth.

You were on the black market.

Both sides close an eye to that trade.

Well, I shall need proof of that.

The silk...

and the £12.

So, that's it?

You're free.

All right.

Robeson, over here!

Robeson, I need help!

There!

Stand still!

Wait, no.
No, no, wait, wait.

Wait, no, no.
Wait, you've got the wrong--

I've been mugged.

And now you'll be hanged.

We found him wandering.
Looks like he's been in a fight.

Abraham, where have you been?

I've been looking all over for you.

We'll ask the questions, Judge.

I will ask the questions.

Captain Joyce was found
murdered this Tuesday morning,

and you have been missing
since-- since--

Since Monday evening
when he was released.

Captain Joyce is dead?

Where were you?

I was with the enemy, sir.

I set out early Tuesday with a cargo
of cabbage from my field.

My aim was to barter it
on the London Trade.

And I did so for £12 sterling
and a bundle of silk.

On my return home that night,

I was overtaken by a brig sloop
just off the coast.

The crew claimed that
I'd defied the authority of Congress

and their justice was to rob me

and beat me and throw me
overboard, sir.

It seems like they also robbed you
of any proof of your tragic tale.

I concealed it before
they boarded my scow.

- The money they took.
- Damn bloody fool!

Given to greed and deserved
what you got.

Sir, marked dispatch
just arrived for you.

Did you note the identity
of the assailants?

I know some of them, sir,
but it was very dark--

Smuggling is a crime,
and you will answer for it,

but more pressing are the activities
of these privateers.

Major...

Yes, return to your home,
see to your family,

and then report
to your father's at 7:00,

and there we'll discuss
names and other details.

Captain, escort Mr. Woodhull
from the fort unmolested.

Yes, sir.

Just because
you confessed to smuggling

doesn't give you an alibi for Joyce.

I've never killed anyone.

I have.
Plenty just like you.

You may have fooled the major,
but not me.

Travel safe!

What are you doing here?

Giving you this.

It's what I owe Selah.

You can use it
to buy his parole.

- What happened?
- You have to go.

Wait, wait,
I can't take this.

- Why not?
- I can't take this.

- Why?
- He'll find n.

Who?

Simcoe.

The Welshman.

The one who put
a pistol to your head.

- He's being billeted here and--
- What's he done to you?

- Has he touched you?
- He--

I hear him outside my door at night.

And he's been in my room when I haven't,
I'm certain of it.

And if he finds I'm hiding silver
you took off a dead soldier--

Wait, what?

You think I killed Captain Joyce?

You believe that?

You know me.
I didn't kill anyone.

What soldier do you know of that carries
£12 sterling on his person?

- Tell me that.
- None.

And no farmer, either.
Where did you get it?

Come here, come here.

Look, I had to trade some goods.

Caleb Brewster is running a shop
out of his whale boat on Devil's Belt.

- I had to trade with him.
- Caleb?

You saw him?
How is he?

He's the same as ever.

He's unshaven, he's insane.

I saw Ben Tallmadge, too.

What? You saw him?

- They were together?
- No, no.

Ben is a--

He's a Connecticut Dragoon now.

He's got a shiny helmet and all.

He tried to recruit me
for a secret mission.

- Against the British?
- Don't worry, I won't do it.

Why not?

What are you waiting for?

What more do they need
to take from us?

Anna.

Anna?

Whatever you're doing, don't.

We can't afford to lose you.

We?

I can't.

Excellent, as always.

Credit goes to Aberdeen.

I merely raise the pork.
She performs the alchemy.

You've hardly touched yours.

It's hard to eat
on a guilty stomach, I suppose.

My apologies.

Abraham,
what I could not say earlier

from my pulpit, as it were,

is that I view your crime
as a mere symptom

of a more serious disease

that is afflicting
these colonies--

- anarchy.
- You mean self-rule.

I mean chaos
masquerading as freedom.

An excuse for criminal activity
and every man for himself.

Well said.
If these upstarts

were truly concerned
with your liberty,

they wouldn't encourage smuggling
on the one hand

and then roll you
with the other.

So, we all must pay a tax.

The question is just
who will collect?

"Oh, God, that one might
read the book of fate

and see the revolution
of the times

make mountains level.

And the continent,
weary of solid firmness..."

"...melt itself into the sea."

Ah, your father is the only man
that I can find here

with an affection
for the humanities.

Did you pass your trivium
onto your son?

No, man is above the law.

That is what you taught me,
and I will gladly accept

whatever punishment you deem fit
for my forgetting it.

I doubt you can afford
to pay the fine.

It pains me to recommend imprisonment,

but we must have no favorites.

Ahem, there may be a temporary salve.

His Majesty has decreed
that any of his errant subjects

may be forgiven
their transgressions

if they pledge an oath--

- An oath of loyalty, yes.
- Yes.

That is ideal.

It's a public oath and--

paper.

When it becomes clear
that your cooperation

assisted in the capture
of the enemy,

then any doubt
will be put to rest.

Sir?

The names of the men
who attacked you, remember?

Yes, ahem.

The, um-- they were boys
from Hempstead.

- Presbyterians.
- Mm.

Their names were

Daniel Taylor,

William Washburn,

Matthew Mitchell.

And then there was
another one called Simon.

Didn't catch his family name,
but he was a fat one.

He was mean, with his head
shaved to the scalp.

Excellent.

I shall pass this on
to Captain Simcoe

with instructions
that if he should encounter

any of these men on his raid,

- he will give them no quarter.
- Raid?

The dispatch that I received today
was from York City.

It's intelligence regarding
a rebel safe house across the Sound

where they're launching
their strikes from.

We'll cross at night,
just like your attackers.

Silent approach,

bayonets fixed.

Give them their own medicine.

Are you all right, son?

Not feeling true?

Oh, you must be exhausted.

Why don't you off to bed?

Yes. Please excuse me.

"You will have heard, dear sir,

I doubt not long before this
can have reached you

that the rebels have been
routed from Harlem

and the whole house of York
Island has been made safe

from further harassment."

Harlem?
This is ancient news.

Aberdeen.

"I harbor no doubt that

we will seize high command
before winter sets in."

"Rebels' safe house.
Connecticut,

Meigs Harbor.
Show no quarter."

♪ I don't want to go to war... ♪

You only have a few moments,
so I must be quick and clear

and you must
hear every word.

I think I might've found a way
to rid ourselves of Captain Simcoe.

- Simcoe?
- Yes.

He's upstairs.
Are you insane?

But no one will know
we're involved.

Ben Tallmadge has devised a way
so we can signal him in secret.

Ben? He's coming here?

No, he'll send a courier.

We'll meet in one of the coves
along the bay

and you will
signal him which one.

I will?

Yes, your home backs
onto the water.

When you hang a black petticoat
from your peg line,

they'll know
when I'm ready to meet.

- Black petticoat.
- Look, it's not my plan.

It's some idea of Ben's
with General Washington...

but it's how we get Simcoe.

Need any help down here?

Uh, yes, thank you.
A bit heavy for me.

Barrel.

"Over a barrel."

You know what saying I fancy?

"Over a barrel."

Do you like that one?

- Your men are thirsty.
- They can wait.

They do what I tell them to do...

because they know
what's good for them.

I expect.

You're captain now.

I took note of the epaulette
on your coat.

I'll take special care
not to damage it

when I finish your laundry.

I'll hang it myself,
just as you requested.

It'll be waiting
for you Saturday morning.

I'll be gone Saturday.
Back Monday.

Monday, then.

Now, my husband and I
used to lift these together.

Shall we?

No need.

What she doin'?

Quicker this time, huh?

Oh, Jesus, Caleb.
What are you doing here?

How's about you lower
the butter knife first?

- What of Ben?
- Huh?

Ben Tallmadge, did he catch you?

- Did he find you?
- He didn't find me.

We found you.

What?

We found you.

- You?
- Yeah.

- You're the courier?
- That's right, now he gets it.

But we-- back at Frog's Point--

Yeah, that was
the first interview.

The second was with Ben.

You passed muster when you
refused to give up my name.

Just want you to know
I was very touched by that.

You set me up?

You bastard!

Get off! Get off!

I'm Second Company, Fourth Battalion,

New York Regiment, all right?

I'm assigned to Captain Tallmadge
for special detail.

Anything you give me
goes straight to Ben.

- Who else knows my name?
- No one.

Speak true!
Who else knows my name?

No one.

Get off.

Or hers!

Now, she put a petticoat
on that line for a reason.

What?

I think you know something, Abe.

I think you wanna tell me.

Huh?

Come here.

You get a taste for boiling these lobsters
and you'll want more.

Yeah? And once I pass this
up the ladder, they'll want more.

Washington's been trying
to get a man inside the city

since Howe took it over.

Well, he'll have to find
someone else, then, won't he?

This was a onetime deal for me.

Just like the last one?

Are you gonna tell me
what you know or not?

I, Abraham Woodhull,
do sincerely--

Louder.

I, Abraham Woodhull...

do sincerely and faithfully
promise and swear

that I will bear true allegiance

to His Majesty, King George Ill.

And that,
with heart and hands,

life and goods...

will maintain and defend
His Majesty's government...

Get ready.

Present.

...and the laws of the province
of New York...

Fire!

...against all traitorous
conspiracies...

- Regulars, present...
- ...and attempts...

...fire!

...shall be made against his person...

...crown

or dignity.

And I will do my utmost endeavor...

...and make known to His Majesty

and his successors...

Come on!

...all treasons and traitorous
conspiracies

which I shall know to be against,
or any of them.

Captain Simcoe?

Where'd you come from?

A little place you may have
heard of called Setauket.

- God save the King!
- God save the King.

Tie him down.

What's that for?

I'm sending my best wishes
to Robert Rogers.

I was half hoping
he'd show up today.

Oi, well done.

Yeah, you, too.

This doesn't feel right, Ben.

Yeah, I know.

General Scott asked me if I thought

there was a breach within our ranks.

I have no better way
to explain how the redcoats

even learned about--

No, Ben, I mean that
Woody came through for us,

and his sole request,
we choose not to honor.

We will.

After we pull the truth out of him.

He might know which friend
is truly our enemy.

All right, men, let's move out!

We should collect a five-pound of flour
while we're here.

All right, all right.

I thought that you
presented yourself well.

Thank you, thank you.

I thought this little fella
did awfully well as well.

- Not so much as a peep.
- Ha, that's my boy.

That's my boy.
Come here, come here.

Come here to Daddy.
There you go.

There you go.

You all right? Huh?

You like to listen
to your father, Sprout?

Huh? You like to listen
to your father?

A lost art.

That was impressive.

Well, I was very happy to do it.

Were you?

There are no boys in Hempstead
with those names.

- Come again?
- I know you lied.

Don't try and deny it.

You lied to Major Hewlett
in my house,

in front of me.

Did you kill Captain Joyce?

Is that what you believe?

I don't know what you're hiding,

but I do know that you will tell me

because you will have no choice.

Richard!

I'm done protecting you.

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