TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 3 - Of Cabbages and Kings - full transcript

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Water, please.

That's enough
for that bastard, Newt.

Newt, is it?
These your brothers?

Me, them two there,
and Bige here's a cousin.

Shut your gob, boy.

Cousin, of course.

All these quaint towns.

So many families sharing
the same name.

Not surprising, really.

You can finish shining it later.



You know, Ben,
it's still a ways to Fort Lee.

I mean, a man could fall off that wagon,

hit his head on a rock.

Scott should have us
scouting ahead.

Yeah?

But I think he likes you too much
to let you out of his sight.

You're such an arsehole.

Yeah, only to my friends.

Hey, what if he trips
while taking a piss?

Hold on, shh.
Shut up.

Listen.

- Somethings coming.
- Infantry or patrol?

Ah, I can't tell through this soup.

Defensive positions.



Hold your fire!

Dear God.

You.

- What's your regiment?
- My bounty's up.

You're 2nd Virginia.
I thought they were at Fort Lee.

Yes, sir, we were.

You were?

The general ordered
Fort Washington abandoned,

but Colonel Magaw held fast.

We watched the redcoats take it
from across the river.

- Then they came over in boats.
- They took Fort Lee as well?

Well, where's the army now?

Where?

Gone.
They're gone, captured.

Washington, too, they say.

Don't go that way.

I beg you, don't go that way.

By all means, let us continue!

To 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. ♪

We should make
Oyster Bay by midday,

Brooklyn Ferry by early evening,

and then across to New York Island.

Where we'll meet your contact.

Yes, a senior man
in the commissary department.

Well-connected,
if tight with his guineas.

But together we will
open his purse.

Are you sure we shouldn't wait
until after Thomas' memorial service?

No, not you, lad.

He's talking about his elder brother,
your uncle and namesake.

We'll be back in plenty of time.

You.

You have a job to do.

Look after your mother, sprout.

Oh, we'll be fine.

And in New York.
I'm jealous.

I expect I'll find it much changed.

Oh, well, not all change
seems for the best at first.

But sometimes you just have
to look at it with new eyes.

We're all for the cause,
but we don't want trouble here.

We'll only be here for a night or two,
then we'll move on.

Your hospitality shall be rewarded,
I assure you.

We don't require no reward.

Just no trouble.

You'll have none from us.

Sir?

I showed your men the way.

If the flying camp is where
I think it will be,

then they should return
with an escort by Monday.

Let's hope we don't
wear out our welcome.

Sir, I...

with the loss of those forts,
I should think

that we need friendly eyes in New York
now more than ever.

If you would just give us another chance,
I'm sure that my source--

Have you forgotten the sight

of those poor wretches
coming out of the woods?

That's the true threat
we're facing,

what happens when officers
disobey their orders.

You should've been
scouting the enemy's lines,

not conscripting men
for a rogue operation

and torturing
a captured officer--

I told you that I could
have you court-martialed,

but right now I can't
afford to lose an officer,

even a misguided one.

You shall face discipline
when we reach camp,

the severity of which
may be tempered

by your ability to follow orders
from here on out.

Yes, sir. I'll have my men scout the area
while we wait for word.

Very well.

"Scout the area"?

A large area.

Get to Abe.
See if he's found out anything new.

The plan is that we wait for him
to post a signal,

then I make contact.

Yeah, well, change of plans.

- My boat's laid up.
- Then use someone else's.

Clear to pass.

Hold up right there.

What's your business
in New York?

Our business is providing pork
to feed the king's soldiers.

King's officers, maybe.

Can't remember what a good chop
tastes like, myself.

Where's your livestock?

This is strictly a selling trip.

Here is my buyer's bona fides.

You will note the commissary seal.

Wait here.

- Some chicken?
- Uh, no, maybe later.

I remember a certain barmaid
used to work at that tavern.

She would pour you an ale
while sporting her "dairy"

in a manner
that made you wonder

which beverage was on offer.

"Her virtues, graced with external gifts,

do breed love's settled
passions in my heart."

We're still speaking
of her tits, right?

No, I'm glad to hear
that all your college learning

isn't buried under
cabbage and manure.

Perhaps we could drop by
your alma mater while we're here.

Look, if this is about me
not pursuing the law--

No, no, no,
I was merely thinking that,

in the interests
of carving a path for your son,

- you might endeavor to--
- Yes, my son.

And thank you for noting
that Thomas is mine,

that I'm responsible
for his future.

It's a task I don't take lightly.

I see how you dole on him.

I wonder if perhaps
I should've done the same.

You want what's best
for your son.

So do I.

You can go.

Thank you.

You, there!
Move that mutton!

Ho.

Whose sheep are these?

Not my sheep, sir.
Dog's mine, though.

Where the hell are you going?

I think you mean,
"Where the hell am I going, Lieutenant?"

To ride ahead.

Make sure we're not
jumped by patrol.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- What about us?
- Youse?

Your orders are to stay here,

keep your eyes peeled for skulkers.

- Our "orders," huh?
- Yeah.

And how do we know
these ain't shams

like the ones
Tallmadge gave us?

Because I'm telling you.

So shut your holes,
do your watches.

We'll never see him again.

He's desertin'.

Maybe he's got the right idea.

That Virginia man
said they got Washington.

What if he's dead?

Then this fight is almost done,

and we're on the wrong side
of the gallows.

Unless we do something about that.

Like what?

Put one of these on.

Loyalist refugees
are pouring into the city

now that Howe has secured it.

Rebel deserters, too.

This will let the local authorities
know our leaning at a glance.

Yeah, why not a little
Union Jack as well?

Well, perhaps you can
suggest that to the general,

should we happen
to run across him.

There she is, New York Island.

Oh, my, what an 'andsome
pair of gentlemen.

Is that your son?

How's about I introduce him
to my daughter

for a little family get-together?

Maybe later.

We'll be here, darlin'.

"Maybe later"?

Woodhull! Judge Woodhull!

I didn't know your contract was military.

They're the best kind
of contract to have.

Magistrate.

You're a sight for sore eyes
and a salivating palate.

Brought the bacon, have we?

Only my son, Abraham,
my new business representative.

Does that mean we won't be trading
directly anymore?

Matters at home increasingly
require my attention,

but you can trust my son
in all of my affairs.

Yes. But can I trust him in mine?

Call me Jonathan.

Ugh! Yow!

Setauket?
See-tauket?

What's that mean?
It's like in Indian, right?

You need to stop talking
so damn loud, all right?

Just stay with the boat
and wait for my signal.

- Your signal?
- Yeah.

Owl, right?

Whoo-hoo...

I'll signal.
You just listen.

Try not to wet yourself.

Whoa.

Hup.

Abraham?

Abraham?

Howdy.

Your cauliflower looks
like it's coming on nice.

- You got any ready to eat?

Bollocks!

Do you want the whole
garrison to hear you?

Do you know for a fact
that he's in New York?

By now he should be.

One of Richard's hands told one of mine
they left early this morning.

Oh, God.

There's a word for this, Annie.

There is a damnable word.

Mm, I'm guessing, then,
that you haven't exhausted your lexicon.

Ironic. Yeah.

Now, I may have not gone to Yale,

but I did screw
a well-read woman in New Haven.

And this is ironic that
that little skinny bastard

is in New York
right where I want him,

only instead of
procuring intelligence,

that little shite is selling hogs.

- You need information.
- Yeah.

Maybe we can still get it.

"We"?

You'd be surprised what spills
out of a soldier's mouth

when I lower the price of ale.

- No.
- And their rooms can yield up

secrets of their own,
as I've already found.

- No, Annie, no. I'm sorry.
- Stop calling me Annie.

- And why not?
- Because it's not the thing, all right?

Because I'm a woman.

Well, yeah, because you're a woman.

And this is men's work.

Oh, so you don't mind me
pinning up a few petticoats

and you're happy
to hide out here in my barn,

but having me do anything more

offends your delicate notions
of a woman's proper place,

which appears to be
suffering under your bulk?

Oh, that is when they're
not improving your English.

So this must be marriage, then.

Caleb Brewster,
I can't think of a man in these parts

braver and more capable
than half of the women I know.

- Annie, all I'm saying is--
- What happened to Captain Simcoe?

- Simcoe?
- His body wasn't recovered.

Annie-- uh, Anna.

I-I'm sorry about what
happened to your husband.

Simcoe.

You promised Abraham
you'd send him to his reward.

We planned to...

after we questioned
him, but...

the plan went wrong.
Now he's in custody of--

- Get out.
- Come on.

- Get out!
- All right.

If you can't keep a promise,
then I can't trust you here.

Out.

You know, Annie,

you're still pretty
when you're angry.

All right.

Get out.

To the four hinges of friendship--

swearing, lying,
stealing, and drinking.

Hear, hear.

Now to business.

The army has plenty of wine,

but little meat to pair it with,
thanks to the damn rebels.

And you, sir, have hogs.

25 fat hogs ready
for the butcher's knife.

And since we both know
that the army

is indeed desperate
for fresh meat,

my price is
eight pounds per pound.

Desperate they may be,
but at that price,

I suspect they'd rather
eat shoe leather.

I could go five, but no higher.

Well, I could get that price at home.

No. Seven.

I'm sorry you came
all this way, Richard.

Still, it's always good
to get out of town once in a while.

Uh...

my father's price is too low.

His original price.

I've seen army suppliers
at work in Long Island.

They requisition
horse and wagon,

pay far less than the official rate,
then pocket the difference.

Is that a fact?

It's just an idea.

Let's say that you buy
25 hogs from us today,

and then tomorrow you sell
35 to the quartermaster.

Sell 10 hogs I don't have'?

And then you split the extra profit
with your buyer,

who makes sure
the count suits the bill.

So, I'd say take his compromise

or we can go find a
quartermaster of our own,

do our business directly.

Richard, do you wish to hazard
our relationship in this way?

As I said, I trust my son
in all my affairs.

I feel you have a gloomy view
of human nature, young man.

I'm the son of a judge.

Well said.

Seven it is.

And now I'd like to discuss
those additional resources

we spoke of last month.

Cauliflower, wasn't it?

Fresh vegetables
are almost as valuable

as fresh meat these days.

When did you start
planting cauliflower?

Oh, not his.
From some rebel's field.

I think that's enough
business for one night.

Why don't we take
what's left of your Picolit

and adjourn
to your splendid balcony?

A splendid suggestion.

Where'd he go, hmm?

Where'd he go?

Want more potatoes, Captain?

Yes, thank you.

Won't your husband be joining us?

If he can.
He's tending a sick cow.

This ale is rather good.
As is the mutton.

My compliments on your
hospitality, General.

You know, you would do better
to compliment our hosts,

who are sharing
their table with a man

who would surely kill them
without a second thought.

Only if ordered to.

We must all obey our orders,
mustn't we?

Perhaps, Captain, you should avoid

antagonizing both your hosts
and your captors.

My apologies, of course.

Sir, there's a company
coming in from the north.

- Regulars?
- Tory militia, we think.

- Oh, God.
- Madam, please.

- What's this?
- Change of plans.

New order of battle.

We're taking you two
and your prisoner to New York,

where we'll exchange you
for full pardons and hard coin.

This is mutiny.
This-- this is madness.

This is New Jersey.

We serve the colony
of Pennsylvania, sir,

and we've been lured here
under false orders.

- Eben, you're making--
- Shut up.

We can take you dead,
alive, or wounded.

I'll give you to the count of five
to choose your preference.

One, two--

Gideon!

Newt!

- Thanks for dinner.
- Oh, damn it!

You men!
Fall under my command!

You in there?

It's still three guns to one.

You can be prisoners
or you can be dead.

Think it over.

Oh.

Mr. Baker, I brought your coat in
so it wouldn't get damp.

Oh, thank you, Mrs. Woodhull.

Wait, there's a stain on your shirt.

Well, as long as the jacket stays on,
no one will be the wiser.

Just hold still.

Mrs. Woodhull,
you really don't have to--

I'm a wife and a mother.

Sometimes I think half my life
is spent doing laundry.

Not that Abraham much cares
what he throws on each morning.

Oh, he's a good man, your husband.

Always says hello
when he goes by the tavern.

- The Strong tavern?
- Aye.

My sentry post is right there.

Have you seen him there much
since Selah Strong's arrest?

A few times, I suppose.

- There, no stains.
- Thank you.

You got any ale
to wash this down with?

This isn't my tavern.

Some cider, then.
I'm not choosy.

Have you chosen
a means of escape?

Actually, I could use
your help on that score.

You mean a woman's help?

Right.

Ahem, Mrs. Strong,
I would be eternally grateful

if a brave and capable woman
such as yourself

could go down to the wharf
and see if there might be

any unattended boats
that I could borrow.

If only to get me
out of your hair...

and your barn.

Well, Mr. Brewster,
since you asked so nicely,

I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry about Simcoe.

I suppose when Abe finds out,

he won't be so keen
on spying for us anymore.

I'm not sure
he would be anyway.

He told me he's done with this "double life,"
as he called it.

Why don't we rush 'em?

You anxious to get shot?

We got time.

The farmer's gonna die
unless he gets a doctor.

You want his blood
on your hands?

I need to be with my husband.

Mrs. Standish,
please just stay calm and stay down.

Corporal Bascombe.

Newt.

You and your brothers,
you're from Donegal, aren't you?

What of it?

Well, sounds a lot like
the place that I'm from--

small farm town,
very peaceful.

That is, until the king's men marched in

and turned the church
into his stables.

Hung anyone with
the courage to object.

You know, the same thing
will happen to your town

unless we stand together
and resist them.

The good captain
is happy to sell you this bilge,

but mark me, the truth is,
you and your brothers

will end up rotting
in unmarked graves

while your meager fields are added

to some wealthy general's holdings.

Some Continental general.

No, that's what
the enemy believes.

But they're fighting for a king.

You and I are fighting
for our homes,

for our families,
for our freedom.

Just remember your oath, Newt.

Stand aside when this matter plays out
and I promise you--

That's enough talk!

This war will be a short one.

Our host affects a raffish charm,
but he's a cunning trader.

You may think that you called him
on his scheme tonight,

but I think it was just a test

to see how well you play the game.

He'll keep you on your toes, for sure.

Did you arrange to sell
Selah Strong's crop

before or after you
sought your attainder?

Because the timing
argues for the former.

What difference does it make?
His property will soon be forfeit.

"What difference does it make"?

The difference marks you
as a sharper trader than Cook,

having already sold
Selah's crop as your own.

His fields will be distributed equitably
among his loyal neighbors.

"Equitably"?

You mean conveniently,
per your buyer's needs.

It's curious that when other so-called
patriots' property is seized,

you raised no objections.

But I'm guessing your interest
in this case is more personal.

All these confiscations
achieve is to create more Selahs,

more Ben Tallmadges,
prolonging the war.

There is no war without an army,
and Washington's is finished.

- You underestimate them.
- Perhaps I overestimated you.

I thought I caught a glimpse tonight

of a man I would be proud
to call my son.

But it seems you can't put
your childhood attachments behind you.

Anna Strong is not your family.

Mary and Thomas are.
Now honor your responsibilities

as your brother would've done.

Thomas is dead.

And I wed her to honor
your responsibilities.

Then accept your decision
and stand by them.

Prove you're a worthy man
and a worthy husband

instead of a petulant boy
who can't admit that he's here

because he can't take care
of his own family.

Liberty, not tyranny!

Liberty, not tyranny!

Stay back! Stay back!

Hey, you.
Are you groggy, or what?

Get your rummy ass home.

German?

Ja.

I'm a cabbage farmer.

I couldn't help wondering
what you're making there.

Sauerkraut.

Have a taste, Yank.

Mm.

- Is good, ja?
- Yeah.

Link, recht, link, recht...

It's, uh-- it's odd
to be drilling this hard

so close to winter, isn't it?

I would've thought the army would be
preparin' to stand down.

English army, maybe.

Our commander is a harder man.

Is a hard man, ja.

They're shipping us out next week.

- The whole brigade.
- That's too bad for both of us.

I have a whole crop
of cabbage to sell.

Any way I could get it to you?

Well, how well
do you know New Jersey?

It's a place called Tren-- Tran--

- Trenton?
- Ja.

I know it.

Can you deliver there?

I'll see what I can do.

Anna?

Mary, what are you doing
out here at this hour?

Looking for you.

Oh.

I know what
you've been doing.

It's time we talked,
don't you think?

Did you know that Abraham's
brother Thomas and I

were originally
supposed to be married?

Yes, I did.

Abraham's father
and mine arranged it.

I only met Thomas once,
but, by all accounts,

he was a very admirable man.

It was tragic how he died,

but I respect Abraham
honoring his family's agreement.

You respect him?

Respect, trust, responsibility.

I would say that's what's important
for a good marriage.

And children, of course.

I know Abraham is a passionate man,

and if he chooses to exercise
that passion outside of his marriage,

then I will consent as long as you agree
to limit your time together

and ensure that it stays a secret.

Abraham is a good provider and father

and I don't want his name besmirched
any more than I do my own.

I am not having an affair
with your husband.

Nor have I entertained
romantic feelings for him

since he broke off
our engagement.

Your engagement?

We were engaged, secretly,

before he decided that honoring
his father's agreement

was more important
than his vow to me.

I don't believe it.

No?

Why don't you ask Abraham?

Or, better yet, ask his father.

You in there!
We're done waiting.

Come out unarmed
or we come in shooting.

He's bluffing.

No, I don't think so.

We either fight him
in here or out there.

And trust your entreaties
have improved our odds?

We're coming out!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

Newt, get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

Well done, Captain.

- So, two sentries on the dock?
- Three.

Three, good.
Three, I can deal with.

You have a plan?

Well, more of an interesting way

of getting myself killed,
but, you know...

I'm trying to think of how
I can improve the odds.

Caleb, if this is too dangerous--

No, don't worry.

Well, unless the truth
is that you're sorry to see me go.

I admit, it's been good to see you.

So many things
have changed around here.

Woody only thinks
he's changed, Annie.

Mostly his problem
is that he married the wrong woman.

Anna?

- Abraham!
- Hey, when did you get back into town?

I might ask you the same thing,

although I think I just
got the measure of it.

- You were listening.
- No, I mean, I only caught a bit.

Listen, I...

came here intending
to ask you to hang a petticoat.

I bear gifts from New York.

What'd you find out?

Well, that while the Royal Army

prepares to stand down
for the winter,

a brigade of Hessian mercenaries
1,500 strong

readies to march to Trenton.

Gold.

It's gold.

I gotta get this back to Ben right away.

We'll help get you out.
You can trust me.

I do. I do trust you.

And I need you to trust me.

I think-- I think there's something
you should know first.

Let him hear it from me.

Captain Simcoe is dead.

They hid his body
to make it look like he'd run off

like the cowardly
blackguard he was.

All right.

- Hey, it's good to see you.
- It's good to see you.

- Let's get you the hell out of here.
- Right.

All right.

Sir... general says to report
as soon as you're able.

Set him down.

Washington has escaped
without a scratch.

He is indeed camped
across the Delaware. Here.

Sir, we should discuss this.

Well, I'd love nothing better
than to see these men tried and hanged

as a warning to others
who might consider turning traitor,

but the army has
more pressing concerns.

Hope you're happy.

General...

the boy was clearly strong-armed
by his brothers.

A trial, yes,
but a summary execution?

Well, I'm not going
to execute him, Captain.

You are.

Sir, I gave him my word.

And I've given you an order.

Obey it or face court-martial.

You have just seen firsthand

what happens when military
discipline breaks down.

Are you telling me
you've learned nothing?

I'll take the court-martial, sir.

Thirsty, gentlemen?

Got left out last night.

Warm, but it's still good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Morning, gentlemen.

Now, unless you'd each
like a third ball,

I suggest you raise sail
and heel away from that sloop.

Get after him!

Stop him!

♪ Farewell and adieu to you
fair Spanish ladies... ♪

♪ Farewell and adieu
to you ladies of Spain... ♪

♪ For we have received orders ♪

♪ To sail to old England ♪

♪ We hope in a short time
to see you again ♪

♪ And so never more
shall we see you again. ♪

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