TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Epiphany - full transcript
Set during the twelve days of Christmas, Caleb and Ben follow mysterious orders as General Washington's Army crosses into enemy territory.
♪ John wrote a letter
and laid it on the table ♪
♪ No one can read 'em
like ol' John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ One by one, two by two ♪
♪ Three by three, four by four ♪
♪ No one can read 'em like ol' John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John... ♪
The attainder against Selah Strong?
Happy Christmas.
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em... ♪
Post this at Strong Manor.
Come back quick as you can.
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em... ♪
Gentlemen... mm.
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go... ♪
♪ When Britain first
at heaven's command ♪
♪ Arose from out the azure main ♪
♪ Arose, arose from out the azure main ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia,
Britannia, rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never will be slaves ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia,
Britannia, rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never will be slaves... ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia,
Britannia, rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never will be slaves ♪
Oh!
♪ One by one, two by two ♪
♪ Three by three, four by four ♪
♪ No one can read 'em like ol' John ♪
- ♪ Read 'em, let me go... ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John,
Read 'em, let me go ♪
- ♪ One by one, two by two ♪
- Mama.
♪ Three by three, four by four ♪
♪ No one can read 'em like ol' John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go... ♪
- ♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em... ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
- ♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
- It's true! It's true!
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go. ♪
♪ 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. ♪
Ripped By mstoll
- You going somewhere?
- York City.
I feel our business there
shouldn't wait till February.
Sit, have a sherry with me.
Uh, no, I'd rather just get on the road
while there's still a chance of making
the city by nightfall.
- Nightfall with the hogs?
- No hogs, no wagon, just me.
This is a seller's trip.
What I need from you
is a letter from Colonel Cook
to get me past the checkpoints.
Abraham, no one is conducting
business over the holiday.
Which leaves us with no competition.
See, all the fighting
has stopped for the winter,
so Howe's entire army
is bunkered down in the city.
Just think of the demand
that this creates.
Now is the time to
renegotiate our contract.
Alas, we've struck
a gentlemen's deal with Cook.
You want me
to give you his letter
so you can sell to somebody else?
The army has needs.
The city's population
will have tripled.
Why are you so anxious
to go to New York?
Don't you want to celebrate
Christmas with your family,
with your wife and child?
Of course I do, but, uh...
I must provide for them first.
Well, if it's a question of a loan...
- No.
- ...to get you through the winter.
- I don't want--
- Mary doesn't have to know.
I want nothing from you.
I had noticed
you'd been avoiding me
since the fortification
of the barracks.
"The fortification."
Is that truly
what you're calling it?
I call it my duty
and I would do it again.
Well, good.
You still have your wife's
gravestone to tear out.
She would know
you didn't mean that.
Just the same as you saying
you want nothing from me
is untrue.
You want my pass to the city
and I do not grant it
because I know that you
running from your home,
from our family,
will not bring you peace.
I will be celebrating Christmas
at my house this year,
with my family.
Don't expect us.
Please understand,
I'm not here to dispute
the attainder
against my husband
or his estate.
It is the military provision within it,
this Dunmore Proclamation,
that forms the basis
of my complaint.
Please do tell us what fault you find
with Lord Dunmore.
Not with the man himself.
It's just--
it's cruel,
this business of freeing slaves
of suspected Patriots.
I am sincerely sorry
that you're being punished
for your husband's actions,
but he is a confirmed
insurrectionist, madam,
not a suspected one.
These poor souls have never had
to provide for themselves.
And now you give them
a mere seven days
to prepare for a life
they have never known.
Were their forefathers
given a chance to prepare
when they were plucked
from the Dark Continent
and introduced to these shores?
Sir, I have known
some of them all my life and--
Slavery is a sin,
which is why it has just been legally
abolished in England
and, I expect, soon throughout
the Crown Colonies.
The Dunmore Proclamation
will be upheld.
The able men will go to New York
and join the war effort,
and as for the women,
I've already arranged
a perfect opportunity
for your housemaid.
It's, uh--
uh, Abigail, is it?
All right.
It was your father's.
He'd have been so proud
that you can read.
It's mine to keep?
Hey.
You hungry, big man?
Eh? You smell that balangu?
You smell that balangu, huh?
You best hurry before
the whole thing gone.
Go on.
How often must I tell you
not to push into my place?
You only got about seven days
to see what you're missing.
Once New Year come,
I get them papers, I gone.
Then I wish you safe passage.
Maybe you're not ready
to walk free in this world.
'Cause I won't lay down with you?
That's a different kind of walk.
City walk.
Eyes forward, not to the ground.
Oh, you know that walk?
I was born free.
Then walk free with one of your gals.
They ain't important.
Not like you.
Why am I so important all of a sudden?
Well, you can read, can't you?
Don't be afraid, Abby.
I know your secret since way back.
Look, if you treat me right,
maybe I'll stick with ya.
I'll protect you and your boy.
You gonna need a strong man.
My son is all I need.
You think you better than me?
- I never said--
- Gals like you, always cold.
But watch.
You gon' end with nothing.
Major Rogers
has come to wish you
a happy Christmastide, sir.
Lieutenant-Colonel
Commandant is his title.
He hasn't been Major Rogers
since he fought the French
and their native allies.
Ah, so this is
where your commander
keeps all his favorite boys.
Not bad, Johnny.
Did you follow me here?
It wasn't hard to track ya.
Us Rangers always get our man.
Oh, so you found that dragoon
you've been hunting at long last?
Oh, now I recall.
You came back from Long Island
empty-handed.
And the birds are singing to me
that you came back from New Jersey
with a captured general in tow.
I should wish
to talk with your prize.
Where is he?
The birds tell me your Rangers
have been foraging for purpose,
offering to take
any task for any sum.
For the Crown.
Just because you lot
plan to slumber all winter
doesn't mean Georgie does.
Have you intelligence to share?
I have experience.
Georgie fought
alongside me in the wild,
not in the dainty fields of Europe
where rules matter.
Still, when the bounties
of his men expire next week,
he shall be short
precisely one army,
and General Howe will no longer have use
for the hounds of war.
Tell me, Robert,
what do you intend to do
once this war is officially over?
Return to settle your estate?
Your debts?
Apologies, sir. Your presence
is requested by General--
Oh, I aim to settle all accounts, boy.
Frederick, please show my guest out.
Yes, sir.
Happy New Year, Major.
To peace!
Tallmadge, on your feet.
Sir.
Muster out and collect your supplies.
Every man gets three days'
cooked rations,
40 rounds of ammunition,
fresh flints, and a blanket.
- For what, sir?
- Secret mission, they say.
Password challenge is "victory."
And the answer, sir?
"Or death."
- Caleb!
- What?
You know what this is all about?
Me? No. Thought you would.
All they told me
is we're crossing the Delaware.
Great.
They told us just to follow you.
Well, you're the whaler.
As long as we're crossing,
he's captain.
That's me.
So, you, you, and you
grab the push-poles.
All right, push off!
I mean, you ask me,
this is just a glorified scout.
Secret password,
"Victory or death."
No, Washington's
just trying to make us
feel like we're still in the fight.
Caleb, look.
Jesus.
This is no scout.
I'm sorry.
I was being silly.
No.
Do you like it?
It's beautiful.
It's yours.
- I insist.
- I couldn't--
Please, take it.
I know how impossible
this all must be for you.
I want you to know
that I am here
and I will continue working for you
in this difficult time...
- Abigail...
- ...for whatever you can pay.
We will survive this.
Even when I'm free,
we shall still be friends.
You're not going to be free.
Major Hewlett is hell-bent
on making a gift of you
to a British officer in New York.
I am horrified by this decision.
I protested as vigorously as I could.
But my possessions
and any say I might have had are gone.
I'm as powerless in this as you.
No, your possessions are being taken.
You yourself are not.
I don't know what to do.
Tell me what to do.
Don't let them do this to me.
- I pleaded with them, Abby.
- Plead with them again.
Annie, please.
I'm begging you.
If I must go to New York, I will go.
But let my son come with me.
He can work.
He can earn his keep.
I asked, Abby. I begged.
I'm so sorry.
Anna.
Anna!
- Anna, wait! I need to talk to you.
- No!
I need to talk to you.
- What's happened?
- They're taking everything.
What?
Everything.
ls it the attainder?
From my father?
Look, we shouldn't waste
any more time.
I need you to do something for me.
I need you to hang a black petticoat.
Why?
The British are recalling one
of their most important men,
General Cornwallis,
back to London.
Look, I copied this straight
from Hewlett's correspondence.
We need to get it to Caleb
and then straight on to Ben.
It's too late.
- Listen, Anna--
- It's over.
Washington's finished,
everyone says so.
That's why Cornwallis is leaving
and why this intelligence,
as you call it,
can be gotten in any local gazette.
- Anna.
- Now, go before somebody sees you.
Anna, wait.
You once said to me,
"What are you waiting for?"
Well, I'm here.
I'm trying to fight back.
I'm trying to change things.
Things have changed, Abe.
It's time for me to leave this place.
No, you can't go.
What's left here for me?
You have a family,
a wife and a child.
I have a husband in prison.
There's nothing you
or Ben Tallmadge can do about that.
Anna.
What is it you sailors say?
"Fair weather
brings cloudy weather"?
Maybe this time
it'll be the reverse.
Or maybe the fog will lift
and there'll just be more fog.
We're here.
All right, on your feet, men.
Everyone, check your flints.
Move back, you're tipping her.
Watch those arms.
Grab that swivel gun!
Ben, no! Ben!
Pull him!
All right? Hey, wake up!
How's that fire coming on?
Come here, you.
You're not going on me like this,
you dumb bastard.
You hear me?
You stay awake, all right?
Come on!
You look at me!
Know why you can't die?
You're still a virgin.
See, all you ever done
is box the Jesuit.
I'm surprised you're not blind.
Now, the man upstairs,
He don't take kindly
to virgins over the age of 20.
Sees it as a waste of His good works.
Hey, Happy New Year,
Tall-boy.
How do you feel?
Where are the--
where are the men?
Right now? Gone.
- Gone?
- Yeah.
You've been out
for a few days, my friend.
- What?
- The year's over.
Bounties are up.
I doubt too many are keen to reenlist.
Where were they headed?
Uh, Trenton.
Trenton?
Shite!
Hey, now, that's on you, not us.
It wasn't my fault.
The ox moved the cart.
You don't look like an ox.
Clean it up.
I'll show you, Lethario.
Who are you?
Identify yourself.
I demand to know the meaning
of this intrusion.
Charles?
Robert Rogers.
- Robert Rogers?
- In the flesh.
I haven't seen you
since the disaster of Carillon.
Oh!
My apologies, I trust that John
told you that I'd be joining you, yes?
Ah, Miss Endicott,
you are in the presence
of a true hero
of the Seven Years' War.
The Indians named him
"White Devil."
Boiling water, terrible temper.
- Oh.
- Nah.
It's a pleasure, Miss Endicott.
Major Andre was called
away by Lord Cornwallis.
Yes, that's an unfortunate business.
He requested that I ask
the good general here...
...a few questions in his absence.
It's a mere formality.
This any good?
Oh, very good.
Let me get you a chair.
Come on. Come on.
- Hey, Mr. Baker.
- Oh, Mr. Woodhull.
What's all this?
Oh, just helping Mrs. Woodhull.
Mary?
Shh.
Where are you going?
I'm going to your father's
for the Feast of the Epiphany.
No, no, we're not.
- Abraham...
- Mary, we spoke about this.
I've spoken to him.
We are not going.
Thomas is sick.
What?
He has the croup.
Oh, Sprout.
Who told you that?
Dr. Mabbs.
He was just here.
He recommended
inhaled steam twice daily
and a warm environment
for the rest of the winter.
Whitehall has a hearth in every room
and excellent servants.
I can keep a fire burning here
night and day.
My own brother died of this.
I won't risk our son's life.
Well, you'll have to keep him bundled,
then, all right?
There's a chill out there.
- Come with us.
- I can't.
This is a time to be with family.
- Mary, I can't see him.
- I--
I know that you're
upset with your father,
but think of his pain.
He made a terrible sacrifice
for the good of the town.
Sacrifice?
The man debased himself
in front of God
and the entire town.
I'm not ready to forgive him that
and I'm certainly not ready
to share his table.
Just go.
Go before I change my mind.
As you may have heard,
you are being sent to New York
to join the war effort.
There you will be assigned
to the Black Pioneers
and serve under
Captain George Martin.
At the end of your tours,
if you have served diligently,
you will receive these signed papers
attesting to your freedom.
Take heed.
If you try to desert your ranks
or flee your duty,
your freedom
will be rescinded permanently.
Don't take God out of your thoughts...
...or let anyone know you can read.
Yes'm.
- Mama, please.
- Hush, now.
Ba
by.
Go on, now. Go.
Aberdeen will take good care of him.
I want you to.
That's not possible.
I know what you've been doing
with the laundry.
You hang petticoats
to summon the Brewster boy.
The one who's fighting
for the rebel side.
I saw you in the barn that night--
you, Mr. Caleb, and Mr. Abe
all together like when
you were children.
But what you're doing
is no childish thing.
- Abigail, listen.
- They say...
I'm to work for a Major John Andre.
I will cook, clean,
and come to know his secrets
like no other.
Protect my boy in Setauket,
and I will do
your laundry in New York.
Do you agree?
Hurry up now.
Nod if you agree.
♪ Here's to thee old apple tree ♪
♪ Hats full, caps full ♪
Huzzah!
♪ Good bushel sacks full ♪
♪ My pockets, too ♪
Come on, boys.
Drink up. Drink up, now.
Come on. Come on, boys.
♪ Hats full, caps full ♪
♪ Bushel sacks full ♪
♪ Hats full, caps full... ♪
Can I come in?
It's freezing out here.
Yeah.
What's that?
Silverware.
I'd rather you have it
than Hewlett or your father.
Mary will appreciate the quality,
I'm sure.
- Where is she?
- Uh, she's gone. So's Thomas.
They're both at my father's house.
Oh.
I see.
I've never been inside your home.
Well, of course you haven't.
That'd be forbidden, wouldn't it?
Abraham, what has happened?
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter.
Nothing matters, actually,
when we take the measure of things,
as we're meant to do at the New Year.
In fact, let's make a toast.
To the year ahead.
To 1777.
How much have you been drinking?
Mm, just a little bit.
Here, have some.
I've come for another reason.
What would that be?
It's about our signal to Caleb.
Oh, I see.
Now you wanna hang the petticoat,
is that it?
No.
Well, good, because
I burned the letter.
You were right. It's useless.
So I don't need your laundry line
or your semen or your charity.
Shouldn't you be using that
to buy your husband's
freedom instead?
Abigail knows about the petticoats.
She saw us meet
with Caleb in the barn.
She knows he smuggled out a letter
and now she's traveling
with that knowledge to New York.
That is what I came here to tell you.
But now I see it was a mistake.
Wait, Anna, Anna.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Let me go.
Tell me, what did she say?
Did she mention me?
What does it matter?
Nothing matters, right?
I don't even know
who you are anymore.
Look, everything
I do puts me right back on my arse.
I have no idea
if my letter got to Ben
or if he got it to Washington
or if any of I! meant a damn thing.
Look, I do want to
strike against the enemy.
That does matter to me.
Everything matters,
you know that.
You know me, Anna.
You always have.
Come here.
- Abraham!
- What are you doing here?
I live here.
Oh, my God.
I've had the utmost
regard for this family.
Beyond the kindness
and hospitality,
you, Mrs. Woodhull,
and little Thomas always
stood as a symbol
of what I came here to fight for.
I suggest you join your wife and son
at the judge's home for Epiphany.
I can't make out
the uniforms, can you?
No.
Wait here.
I'll see if I can get closer.
Victory.
Or death.
You two princesses made it.
Yeah. Kneel for your betters, huh?
Glad to see you in one piece.
Yeah, you, too.
He's the one saved
your swivel gun.
- Boy, did we use it.
- They never saw us coming.
Yeah, surprised those German bastards
right out of their beds.
Come on.
Christ on a pony.
Hessians.
In Trenton.
Woodhull.
Ready for the bad news?
Bloodybacks ain't too happy.
Cornwallis is camped
'cross that creek with all his boys.
Where are the rest of ours?
Washington marched them off
an hour ago real quiet-like.
Took some local
cut-through to Princeton.
Then what the hell
are we still doing here?
Look alive, boys.
Oh, we're the decoys.
General, I recommend
we attack now
while we still have
the element of surprise.
Washington's entire force
is stretched along that bank.
To turn his flank in this pitch?
Doubtful at best.
It must be two, 3,000 men.
Keep it up, lads.
Come on, louder.
I want to see some banging.
Come on, now.
Major Rogers...
I'm afraid we must retire
for the evening.
Oh, no, no, Charles.
You are going to indulge
me one more time.
Hey.
You see, Miss Endicott,
I'm intrigued by legends--
- yours, mine, Washington's.
- Yes.
We established our reputations
during the Seven Years' War.
Mm-hmm.
But where we were...
sharpened by success,
George was forged by failure.
Exactly.
George Washington
is an abysmal tactician.
Always has been.
He gets more men killed
than any commander has a right.
At least he isn't a traitor like you.
I beg your pardon?
See, you gave up your men
for 30 pieces of silver.
Yeah.
A Connecticut dragoon unit
filled with
apple-cheeked young boys
fresh from
their mothers' bellies,
fighting for freedom,
fighting for you.
And you gave them up
to John Andre.
And Andre fed them to me.
And we slaughtered them like dogs.
One of those dragoons got away.
You are going to give me his name.
Benjamin Tallmadge.
♪ Oh, bonny Portmore ♪
♪ You shine where you stand... ♪
♪ And the more I think on you ♪
♪ The more I think long ♪
♪ If I had you now ♪
♪ As I had once before ♪
♪ All the boys in old England ♪
♪ Could not purchase Portmore ♪
♪ Oh, bonny Portmore ♪
♪ I'm sorry to see ♪
♪ The woeful destruction ♪
♪ Of your ornament tree ♪
♪ It sat on your shore ♪
♪ For many's a long day ♪
♪ Till the long boats of Antrim ♪
♪ Came to float it away ♪
♪ Oh, bonny Portmore ♪
♪ You shine where you stand ♪
♪ And if I had you now ♪
♪ As I had once before ♪
♪ All the boys in old England ♪
♪ Could not purchase Portmore. ♪
Trenton, Princeton, Jersey's ours again!
Trenton, Princeton, Jersey's ours again!
Trenton, Princeton,
Jersey's ours again!
Trenton, Princeton, Jersey's ours...
Now...
just who is Abraham Woodhull?
Ripped By mstoll
and laid it on the table ♪
♪ No one can read 'em
like ol' John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ One by one, two by two ♪
♪ Three by three, four by four ♪
♪ No one can read 'em like ol' John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John... ♪
The attainder against Selah Strong?
Happy Christmas.
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em... ♪
Post this at Strong Manor.
Come back quick as you can.
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em... ♪
Gentlemen... mm.
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go... ♪
♪ When Britain first
at heaven's command ♪
♪ Arose from out the azure main ♪
♪ Arose, arose from out the azure main ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia,
Britannia, rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never will be slaves ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia,
Britannia, rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never will be slaves... ♪
♪ Rule, Britannia,
Britannia, rule the waves ♪
♪ Britons never will be slaves ♪
Oh!
♪ One by one, two by two ♪
♪ Three by three, four by four ♪
♪ No one can read 'em like ol' John ♪
- ♪ Read 'em, let me go... ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John,
Read 'em, let me go ♪
- ♪ One by one, two by two ♪
- Mama.
♪ Three by three, four by four ♪
♪ No one can read 'em like ol' John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go... ♪
- ♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em... ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
- ♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
- It's true! It's true!
♪ Read 'em, let me go ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, Johnny, read 'em ♪
♪ Read 'em, John, read 'em, John ♪
♪ Read 'em, let me go. ♪
♪ 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. ♪
Ripped By mstoll
- You going somewhere?
- York City.
I feel our business there
shouldn't wait till February.
Sit, have a sherry with me.
Uh, no, I'd rather just get on the road
while there's still a chance of making
the city by nightfall.
- Nightfall with the hogs?
- No hogs, no wagon, just me.
This is a seller's trip.
What I need from you
is a letter from Colonel Cook
to get me past the checkpoints.
Abraham, no one is conducting
business over the holiday.
Which leaves us with no competition.
See, all the fighting
has stopped for the winter,
so Howe's entire army
is bunkered down in the city.
Just think of the demand
that this creates.
Now is the time to
renegotiate our contract.
Alas, we've struck
a gentlemen's deal with Cook.
You want me
to give you his letter
so you can sell to somebody else?
The army has needs.
The city's population
will have tripled.
Why are you so anxious
to go to New York?
Don't you want to celebrate
Christmas with your family,
with your wife and child?
Of course I do, but, uh...
I must provide for them first.
Well, if it's a question of a loan...
- No.
- ...to get you through the winter.
- I don't want--
- Mary doesn't have to know.
I want nothing from you.
I had noticed
you'd been avoiding me
since the fortification
of the barracks.
"The fortification."
Is that truly
what you're calling it?
I call it my duty
and I would do it again.
Well, good.
You still have your wife's
gravestone to tear out.
She would know
you didn't mean that.
Just the same as you saying
you want nothing from me
is untrue.
You want my pass to the city
and I do not grant it
because I know that you
running from your home,
from our family,
will not bring you peace.
I will be celebrating Christmas
at my house this year,
with my family.
Don't expect us.
Please understand,
I'm not here to dispute
the attainder
against my husband
or his estate.
It is the military provision within it,
this Dunmore Proclamation,
that forms the basis
of my complaint.
Please do tell us what fault you find
with Lord Dunmore.
Not with the man himself.
It's just--
it's cruel,
this business of freeing slaves
of suspected Patriots.
I am sincerely sorry
that you're being punished
for your husband's actions,
but he is a confirmed
insurrectionist, madam,
not a suspected one.
These poor souls have never had
to provide for themselves.
And now you give them
a mere seven days
to prepare for a life
they have never known.
Were their forefathers
given a chance to prepare
when they were plucked
from the Dark Continent
and introduced to these shores?
Sir, I have known
some of them all my life and--
Slavery is a sin,
which is why it has just been legally
abolished in England
and, I expect, soon throughout
the Crown Colonies.
The Dunmore Proclamation
will be upheld.
The able men will go to New York
and join the war effort,
and as for the women,
I've already arranged
a perfect opportunity
for your housemaid.
It's, uh--
uh, Abigail, is it?
All right.
It was your father's.
He'd have been so proud
that you can read.
It's mine to keep?
Hey.
You hungry, big man?
Eh? You smell that balangu?
You smell that balangu, huh?
You best hurry before
the whole thing gone.
Go on.
How often must I tell you
not to push into my place?
You only got about seven days
to see what you're missing.
Once New Year come,
I get them papers, I gone.
Then I wish you safe passage.
Maybe you're not ready
to walk free in this world.
'Cause I won't lay down with you?
That's a different kind of walk.
City walk.
Eyes forward, not to the ground.
Oh, you know that walk?
I was born free.
Then walk free with one of your gals.
They ain't important.
Not like you.
Why am I so important all of a sudden?
Well, you can read, can't you?
Don't be afraid, Abby.
I know your secret since way back.
Look, if you treat me right,
maybe I'll stick with ya.
I'll protect you and your boy.
You gonna need a strong man.
My son is all I need.
You think you better than me?
- I never said--
- Gals like you, always cold.
But watch.
You gon' end with nothing.
Major Rogers
has come to wish you
a happy Christmastide, sir.
Lieutenant-Colonel
Commandant is his title.
He hasn't been Major Rogers
since he fought the French
and their native allies.
Ah, so this is
where your commander
keeps all his favorite boys.
Not bad, Johnny.
Did you follow me here?
It wasn't hard to track ya.
Us Rangers always get our man.
Oh, so you found that dragoon
you've been hunting at long last?
Oh, now I recall.
You came back from Long Island
empty-handed.
And the birds are singing to me
that you came back from New Jersey
with a captured general in tow.
I should wish
to talk with your prize.
Where is he?
The birds tell me your Rangers
have been foraging for purpose,
offering to take
any task for any sum.
For the Crown.
Just because you lot
plan to slumber all winter
doesn't mean Georgie does.
Have you intelligence to share?
I have experience.
Georgie fought
alongside me in the wild,
not in the dainty fields of Europe
where rules matter.
Still, when the bounties
of his men expire next week,
he shall be short
precisely one army,
and General Howe will no longer have use
for the hounds of war.
Tell me, Robert,
what do you intend to do
once this war is officially over?
Return to settle your estate?
Your debts?
Apologies, sir. Your presence
is requested by General--
Oh, I aim to settle all accounts, boy.
Frederick, please show my guest out.
Yes, sir.
Happy New Year, Major.
To peace!
Tallmadge, on your feet.
Sir.
Muster out and collect your supplies.
Every man gets three days'
cooked rations,
40 rounds of ammunition,
fresh flints, and a blanket.
- For what, sir?
- Secret mission, they say.
Password challenge is "victory."
And the answer, sir?
"Or death."
- Caleb!
- What?
You know what this is all about?
Me? No. Thought you would.
All they told me
is we're crossing the Delaware.
Great.
They told us just to follow you.
Well, you're the whaler.
As long as we're crossing,
he's captain.
That's me.
So, you, you, and you
grab the push-poles.
All right, push off!
I mean, you ask me,
this is just a glorified scout.
Secret password,
"Victory or death."
No, Washington's
just trying to make us
feel like we're still in the fight.
Caleb, look.
Jesus.
This is no scout.
I'm sorry.
I was being silly.
No.
Do you like it?
It's beautiful.
It's yours.
- I insist.
- I couldn't--
Please, take it.
I know how impossible
this all must be for you.
I want you to know
that I am here
and I will continue working for you
in this difficult time...
- Abigail...
- ...for whatever you can pay.
We will survive this.
Even when I'm free,
we shall still be friends.
You're not going to be free.
Major Hewlett is hell-bent
on making a gift of you
to a British officer in New York.
I am horrified by this decision.
I protested as vigorously as I could.
But my possessions
and any say I might have had are gone.
I'm as powerless in this as you.
No, your possessions are being taken.
You yourself are not.
I don't know what to do.
Tell me what to do.
Don't let them do this to me.
- I pleaded with them, Abby.
- Plead with them again.
Annie, please.
I'm begging you.
If I must go to New York, I will go.
But let my son come with me.
He can work.
He can earn his keep.
I asked, Abby. I begged.
I'm so sorry.
Anna.
Anna!
- Anna, wait! I need to talk to you.
- No!
I need to talk to you.
- What's happened?
- They're taking everything.
What?
Everything.
ls it the attainder?
From my father?
Look, we shouldn't waste
any more time.
I need you to do something for me.
I need you to hang a black petticoat.
Why?
The British are recalling one
of their most important men,
General Cornwallis,
back to London.
Look, I copied this straight
from Hewlett's correspondence.
We need to get it to Caleb
and then straight on to Ben.
It's too late.
- Listen, Anna--
- It's over.
Washington's finished,
everyone says so.
That's why Cornwallis is leaving
and why this intelligence,
as you call it,
can be gotten in any local gazette.
- Anna.
- Now, go before somebody sees you.
Anna, wait.
You once said to me,
"What are you waiting for?"
Well, I'm here.
I'm trying to fight back.
I'm trying to change things.
Things have changed, Abe.
It's time for me to leave this place.
No, you can't go.
What's left here for me?
You have a family,
a wife and a child.
I have a husband in prison.
There's nothing you
or Ben Tallmadge can do about that.
Anna.
What is it you sailors say?
"Fair weather
brings cloudy weather"?
Maybe this time
it'll be the reverse.
Or maybe the fog will lift
and there'll just be more fog.
We're here.
All right, on your feet, men.
Everyone, check your flints.
Move back, you're tipping her.
Watch those arms.
Grab that swivel gun!
Ben, no! Ben!
Pull him!
All right? Hey, wake up!
How's that fire coming on?
Come here, you.
You're not going on me like this,
you dumb bastard.
You hear me?
You stay awake, all right?
Come on!
You look at me!
Know why you can't die?
You're still a virgin.
See, all you ever done
is box the Jesuit.
I'm surprised you're not blind.
Now, the man upstairs,
He don't take kindly
to virgins over the age of 20.
Sees it as a waste of His good works.
Hey, Happy New Year,
Tall-boy.
How do you feel?
Where are the--
where are the men?
Right now? Gone.
- Gone?
- Yeah.
You've been out
for a few days, my friend.
- What?
- The year's over.
Bounties are up.
I doubt too many are keen to reenlist.
Where were they headed?
Uh, Trenton.
Trenton?
Shite!
Hey, now, that's on you, not us.
It wasn't my fault.
The ox moved the cart.
You don't look like an ox.
Clean it up.
I'll show you, Lethario.
Who are you?
Identify yourself.
I demand to know the meaning
of this intrusion.
Charles?
Robert Rogers.
- Robert Rogers?
- In the flesh.
I haven't seen you
since the disaster of Carillon.
Oh!
My apologies, I trust that John
told you that I'd be joining you, yes?
Ah, Miss Endicott,
you are in the presence
of a true hero
of the Seven Years' War.
The Indians named him
"White Devil."
Boiling water, terrible temper.
- Oh.
- Nah.
It's a pleasure, Miss Endicott.
Major Andre was called
away by Lord Cornwallis.
Yes, that's an unfortunate business.
He requested that I ask
the good general here...
...a few questions in his absence.
It's a mere formality.
This any good?
Oh, very good.
Let me get you a chair.
Come on. Come on.
- Hey, Mr. Baker.
- Oh, Mr. Woodhull.
What's all this?
Oh, just helping Mrs. Woodhull.
Mary?
Shh.
Where are you going?
I'm going to your father's
for the Feast of the Epiphany.
No, no, we're not.
- Abraham...
- Mary, we spoke about this.
I've spoken to him.
We are not going.
Thomas is sick.
What?
He has the croup.
Oh, Sprout.
Who told you that?
Dr. Mabbs.
He was just here.
He recommended
inhaled steam twice daily
and a warm environment
for the rest of the winter.
Whitehall has a hearth in every room
and excellent servants.
I can keep a fire burning here
night and day.
My own brother died of this.
I won't risk our son's life.
Well, you'll have to keep him bundled,
then, all right?
There's a chill out there.
- Come with us.
- I can't.
This is a time to be with family.
- Mary, I can't see him.
- I--
I know that you're
upset with your father,
but think of his pain.
He made a terrible sacrifice
for the good of the town.
Sacrifice?
The man debased himself
in front of God
and the entire town.
I'm not ready to forgive him that
and I'm certainly not ready
to share his table.
Just go.
Go before I change my mind.
As you may have heard,
you are being sent to New York
to join the war effort.
There you will be assigned
to the Black Pioneers
and serve under
Captain George Martin.
At the end of your tours,
if you have served diligently,
you will receive these signed papers
attesting to your freedom.
Take heed.
If you try to desert your ranks
or flee your duty,
your freedom
will be rescinded permanently.
Don't take God out of your thoughts...
...or let anyone know you can read.
Yes'm.
- Mama, please.
- Hush, now.
Ba
by.
Go on, now. Go.
Aberdeen will take good care of him.
I want you to.
That's not possible.
I know what you've been doing
with the laundry.
You hang petticoats
to summon the Brewster boy.
The one who's fighting
for the rebel side.
I saw you in the barn that night--
you, Mr. Caleb, and Mr. Abe
all together like when
you were children.
But what you're doing
is no childish thing.
- Abigail, listen.
- They say...
I'm to work for a Major John Andre.
I will cook, clean,
and come to know his secrets
like no other.
Protect my boy in Setauket,
and I will do
your laundry in New York.
Do you agree?
Hurry up now.
Nod if you agree.
♪ Here's to thee old apple tree ♪
♪ Hats full, caps full ♪
Huzzah!
♪ Good bushel sacks full ♪
♪ My pockets, too ♪
Come on, boys.
Drink up. Drink up, now.
Come on. Come on, boys.
♪ Hats full, caps full ♪
♪ Bushel sacks full ♪
♪ Hats full, caps full... ♪
Can I come in?
It's freezing out here.
Yeah.
What's that?
Silverware.
I'd rather you have it
than Hewlett or your father.
Mary will appreciate the quality,
I'm sure.
- Where is she?
- Uh, she's gone. So's Thomas.
They're both at my father's house.
Oh.
I see.
I've never been inside your home.
Well, of course you haven't.
That'd be forbidden, wouldn't it?
Abraham, what has happened?
Doesn't matter.
Doesn't matter.
Nothing matters, actually,
when we take the measure of things,
as we're meant to do at the New Year.
In fact, let's make a toast.
To the year ahead.
To 1777.
How much have you been drinking?
Mm, just a little bit.
Here, have some.
I've come for another reason.
What would that be?
It's about our signal to Caleb.
Oh, I see.
Now you wanna hang the petticoat,
is that it?
No.
Well, good, because
I burned the letter.
You were right. It's useless.
So I don't need your laundry line
or your semen or your charity.
Shouldn't you be using that
to buy your husband's
freedom instead?
Abigail knows about the petticoats.
She saw us meet
with Caleb in the barn.
She knows he smuggled out a letter
and now she's traveling
with that knowledge to New York.
That is what I came here to tell you.
But now I see it was a mistake.
Wait, Anna, Anna.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Let me go.
Tell me, what did she say?
Did she mention me?
What does it matter?
Nothing matters, right?
I don't even know
who you are anymore.
Look, everything
I do puts me right back on my arse.
I have no idea
if my letter got to Ben
or if he got it to Washington
or if any of I! meant a damn thing.
Look, I do want to
strike against the enemy.
That does matter to me.
Everything matters,
you know that.
You know me, Anna.
You always have.
Come here.
- Abraham!
- What are you doing here?
I live here.
Oh, my God.
I've had the utmost
regard for this family.
Beyond the kindness
and hospitality,
you, Mrs. Woodhull,
and little Thomas always
stood as a symbol
of what I came here to fight for.
I suggest you join your wife and son
at the judge's home for Epiphany.
I can't make out
the uniforms, can you?
No.
Wait here.
I'll see if I can get closer.
Victory.
Or death.
You two princesses made it.
Yeah. Kneel for your betters, huh?
Glad to see you in one piece.
Yeah, you, too.
He's the one saved
your swivel gun.
- Boy, did we use it.
- They never saw us coming.
Yeah, surprised those German bastards
right out of their beds.
Come on.
Christ on a pony.
Hessians.
In Trenton.
Woodhull.
Ready for the bad news?
Bloodybacks ain't too happy.
Cornwallis is camped
'cross that creek with all his boys.
Where are the rest of ours?
Washington marched them off
an hour ago real quiet-like.
Took some local
cut-through to Princeton.
Then what the hell
are we still doing here?
Look alive, boys.
Oh, we're the decoys.
General, I recommend
we attack now
while we still have
the element of surprise.
Washington's entire force
is stretched along that bank.
To turn his flank in this pitch?
Doubtful at best.
It must be two, 3,000 men.
Keep it up, lads.
Come on, louder.
I want to see some banging.
Come on, now.
Major Rogers...
I'm afraid we must retire
for the evening.
Oh, no, no, Charles.
You are going to indulge
me one more time.
Hey.
You see, Miss Endicott,
I'm intrigued by legends--
- yours, mine, Washington's.
- Yes.
We established our reputations
during the Seven Years' War.
Mm-hmm.
But where we were...
sharpened by success,
George was forged by failure.
Exactly.
George Washington
is an abysmal tactician.
Always has been.
He gets more men killed
than any commander has a right.
At least he isn't a traitor like you.
I beg your pardon?
See, you gave up your men
for 30 pieces of silver.
Yeah.
A Connecticut dragoon unit
filled with
apple-cheeked young boys
fresh from
their mothers' bellies,
fighting for freedom,
fighting for you.
And you gave them up
to John Andre.
And Andre fed them to me.
And we slaughtered them like dogs.
One of those dragoons got away.
You are going to give me his name.
Benjamin Tallmadge.
♪ Oh, bonny Portmore ♪
♪ You shine where you stand... ♪
♪ And the more I think on you ♪
♪ The more I think long ♪
♪ If I had you now ♪
♪ As I had once before ♪
♪ All the boys in old England ♪
♪ Could not purchase Portmore ♪
♪ Oh, bonny Portmore ♪
♪ I'm sorry to see ♪
♪ The woeful destruction ♪
♪ Of your ornament tree ♪
♪ It sat on your shore ♪
♪ For many's a long day ♪
♪ Till the long boats of Antrim ♪
♪ Came to float it away ♪
♪ Oh, bonny Portmore ♪
♪ You shine where you stand ♪
♪ And if I had you now ♪
♪ As I had once before ♪
♪ All the boys in old England ♪
♪ Could not purchase Portmore. ♪
Trenton, Princeton, Jersey's ours again!
Trenton, Princeton, Jersey's ours again!
Trenton, Princeton,
Jersey's ours again!
Trenton, Princeton, Jersey's ours...
Now...
just who is Abraham Woodhull?
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