TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 7 - Mercy Moment Murder Measure - full transcript

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Tallmadge. No.

Tallmadge.

No.

Tallmadge.

No.

Samuel.
Samuel Tallmadge.

Rebel officer,
captured at Valcour Island.

Aye?

Ah, Tallmadge.
Here he is.



Or was.

Died just before Christmas.

Dysentery, supposedly.

Thank you for visiting the Jersey.

Who was his bunkmate?

Bunkmate?

You know what I mean.
The man he talked to the most.

- How should I bloody know--
- Go and find him now

before I heave you
over the side, eh?

Go on.

All right.

I spent three years
on a bucket like this.

You make a friend fast or you die.

A ship like this brought me over.



They pitched so many
bodies into the sea,

the sharks would
follow us like dogs

waiting on table scraps.

We're the sharks now.

You remember that.

All right. Come on.

Well, they say
this is the man you want.

You knew Samuel Tallmadge?

Huh?

Hey, what's your name?

Hmm?

Where are you from?

Setauket.

What?

Setauket.

Setauket?

Where the Tallmadge boys roam.

So, you and Sam
were kindred or kin?

- What's his name?
- Major.

I can tell you who this man be.

♪ 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. ♪

Hey, Woody.

You got any breakfast here?

You bastard.

- You bastard!
- All right.

What are you doing here?
This is my home!

Aye, and a fine little home it is,
albeit a bit lonely.

And you are aware
that the soldier

who is quartered here
will be back soon.

Well, we'd better eat quick, then.

It's fine silver.

I'll get you a good price for it
across the Sound, if you like.

Give me that.
We're supposed to meet in the cove.

Yeah, and you're supposed
to hang a petticoat.

When I am ready with the intelligence.
That was the plan.

When you're ready?
It's been two months

since you passed on
that little morsel about sauerkraut.

I've been having trouble
getting into the city

without raising suspicions,
all right?

It's not as easy for me
as you think.

No one thinks it is easy.

But this is about
more than just you.

- What's this?
- That is your new Bible.

It's a code dictionary.

Makes sure that anything
that you write

can't be read by the enemy
in case of intercept.

Each word has its own number.

Ben chose the words
he thought we'd use most.

Now, look.

Here, 722. That's you.

721 is Benny boy.

725, yours truly.

Yeah, but hang on a sec.

Look, 722 says here
Samuel Culper.

Culpepper. Yeah?

That's your alias, all right?

It's the only name we use for you
back at headquarters.

Woodhull does not exist.

Culpepper.
Culpeh-per.

Cul-pepper.

Peeper, Piper, Pepper.

I hate it.

Well, Washington picked that one.

And Ben picked Samuel
on account of his brother.

Washing-- Washington?
General Washington?

That's right.
Old 711 himself.

"Mercy, Moment,

Murder, Measure."

I'm not gonna remember all this.

That's why you keep
the book hidden.

Now, when can I tell them
you're heading back

to British headquarters?

This draft note confirms
that I gave half my hay

to the King's Army
on October 12th.

But Colonel Beecham
will not accept it

in exchange for new seed.

Nor should he.

Colonel Beecham
is the land commissary.

That certificate
is meant for Captain Dodd.

Dodd will convert that note,

but you need to get Faro
and Harborough to sign off.

- Yes, but--
- Next in line, please.

State your name and your case.

Anna Strong to seek parole
for my husband Selah Strong.

On what grounds
do you seek parole?

It has been four months since
he has been remanded to the Jersey

and still no evidence
has been brought forward against him.

We have several
witness accounts of a petition

naming your husband
as delegate to an illegal body

known as the New York
Provincial Congress.

Counsel recommends
no parole at this time.

Next in line!

Major, please.
You are a man of honor.

I beg you, listen.

Madam, you will address
the magistrate.

Unless this so-called
petition is produced,

the charge against
my husband is hearsay.

Selah Strong
confessed to insurrection.

You forced him to confess

so you could lay claim to our land

and sell it off piece by piece
to your friends.

Mrs. Strong.
You forget yourself.

Patriot princess.

How the mighty have fallen.

Well, now I will charge her--

Richard.

Let's continue, shall we?

So, Selah Strong,

you knew Samuel Tallmadge
very well?

All my life.

And his brother Benjamin?

Well, I have to tell you,

I've been to your little town

and I've met your lovely wife, Anna.

Poor woman has been pining after ya.
Ain't that right, Jordan?

Yes, every week she asks
the king's head man to release you.

You've got many friends

who are very anxious
to see your bondage end.

Friends who pay men like me

to get men like you
out of places like this.

So, what do you say,
Mr. Strong?

Would you like to go home?

Mrs. Strong?

I'm closing up for the night.

Mr. DeJong asks I send the rum
down to the cellar at 10:00.

Oh. No, that's fine.

I've come to deliver this,
courtesy of Major Hewlett.

It came tonight
via dispatch rider from New York.

A Major John Andre sent it
for the child of his housemaid,

who Major Hewlett
remembered is in your care

- and asked me to bring--
- Cicero!

I'm almost done folding, miss.

Look, it's a birthday gift
from your mother.

Look what she made.

Mr. Baker.

Ma'am.

- Anna, I need a word.
- We're closed.

Tomorrow, then, all right?
Somewhere private.

- Our tree or--
- This is where I work now,

at the tavern I was forced to sell
to Maarten DeJong.

And tomorrow he expects me
to work all day.

I'm going to New York
to sell your crop.

The cauliflower, all of it.

Are you saying this to hurt me?

It's to hurt them, all right?

Listen to me,
I need--I need you to ride with me.

I need you to--

I need you to pose as...

- Your wife?
- Yeah.

So you can sell off the last
of my husband's estate?

It's the only way
into the city, all right?

- I can't ask Mary.
- Excuse me, Miss Anna?

I think this is for you.

Anna, what is this?

What is this?

Anna, I don't understand.
What is this?

I told you, Abigail promised
to keep an eye out in New York.

No, no,
I mean I don't understand.

How is Simcoe still alive?

- You told me that he was--
- Dead.

Caleb Brewster.

I am gonna kill him.
That lying--

Caleb didn't lie to you.
I did.

He and Ben took Simcoe captive,

but Simcoe got freed somehow.

I see.

So you lied to me

so that I would stay
the course for the cause.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Come tomorrow, we'll both be.

Captain Simcoe!

Welcome back
to Setauket, Captain.

We're glad to have you.

Major Hewlett apologizes

that he couldn't be here
in person to greet you.

But he asks that you proceed
to Whitehall to give your report.

Conspiracy?

I'm afraid so.

Whilst enduring torture
at the hands of my rebel captors,

I managed to wheedle out the fact

that they hailed from
Setauket itself.

- Setauket?
- By your leave,

I'd like to conduct an inquiry

beginning with the family names

of Tallmadge and Brewster.

Yes, very well.

But tread lightly.

Lightly?

The tactics which we employed
on our first days here

are no longer to be tolerated.

We must show these people
that we are better than the rebels.

We must win the battle
for their hearts and minds.

I intend to.

Believe me.

Mm.

Mrs. Woodhull.

Mr. Baker.

Is-- is my husband here?

Uh, no.
I haven't" he's not.

Whose silver is this?

Uh, I believe--

I believe it was a gift
for the household.

A gift? From whom?

Mrs. Strong.

She was here?

You saw her here?

With Mr. Woodhull?

I-- at the Epiphany.

I came in one night.

They were here.

I'm sorry, I--

Stupid man.
Stupid, stupid man.

What did you say
to distress Mrs. Woodhull?

Please tell me, Ensign Baker.

Don't scream. It's just me.

It's just Abe. It's Abe.

I thought you were Simcoe.

Has he come by yet?

- No.
- Well, he will.

Tomorrow--
tomorrow he will.

Soldiers at supper
said they saw him.

- Yeah?
- He had to report to Hewlett first.

Abe, if Simcoe at all
puts together

a suspicion about
what led to the ambush,

maybe you should flee now
while you still have a chance.

Flee?

You want me to leave Long Island?
And do what? Go where?

- I don't know.
- What about my family?

What about you?

I--

- What about Mr. Culper?
- Who?

More ale, please!

- I have to go.
- Anna, Anna, Anna.

Wait, wait.
Wait. Wait. Listen.

I say we finish the job
Caleb promised he'd do.

A simple note
could lure him out at night,

and then a robbery on the road.

I have seen how an explosive
can be used to set a trap.

Maybe if we--
if we both work together,

we can--
we can do this.

Abraham,
you've never killed anyone.

What else--

And you're not about
to start now.

Go.

Father?

Are you too busy
for a kiss good night?

No, no, no.

You're rescuing me
from the drudgery of my ledgers.

Hmm.

Good night, my little soldier.

I do like it when
you call me Father.

I think of you that way.

Anything I can do to improve
your comfort while you're here?

Can you convince the major
to grant Selah Strong a pardon?

To release him from prison?

I can no longer
be blind to the fact

of Abraham's feelings
for Anna Strong.

Was it true that they were
engaged to be wed?

- Who told you that?
- Is it true?

Were they engaged before
Abraham was obliged--

Abraham was not obliged.

He loves you.

Anna Strong was
a childish infatuation.

You are his wife.

And all wives want to be
with their husbands.

Perhaps if Anna
can be reunited with hers,

then I can be with mine.

I know that there are legal
and business concerns.

He's just--
please just think on it, Father.

That's all I ask.

Evening, Woodhull!

Came by your home today
to offer you an apology.

Now it seems
I must retract it with vigor.

- Captain Simcoe.
- Hmm?

- I thought you were--
- Dead?

Well--

Far from it, actually.

Time for redemption,
Mr. Woodhull.

Wait, wait, wait.

No, wait, wait.

Okay.

If you have a grievance with me,

I suggest that we settle this lawfully

with Major Hewlett, all right?

We'll settle it now.

You prefer to strike
at the wound, don't you?

That explains why you forced yourself
on her at Christmas.

- What?
- When her spirits were low.

Mr. Woodhull! Mr. Woodhull!

Mr. Woodhull!

Apologies, Captain.
Direct orders from the major.

Mr. Woodhull,
your father's looking for you.

It's an emergency.

I have to bring Mr. Woodhull
to the magistrate away--

er, straightaway.

Emergency?

Isn't that what you'd call it?

He attacked me first.

You all saw that.

Yes?

Saw what, sir?

There's something going on
between those two.

I just don't know what.

You know, when I suggested
that he take Anna to New York

to get past the checkpoint,
he got very upset.

Anyway, I suppose
none of this is our concern.

They're my only two agents
on Long Island.

If there's trouble between them,
I want to know about it.

Well, how's about you jump
on a whaleboat with me, Major?

Get your arse
out of this woodpile?

I'd like to.

Washington needs me here...
compiling.

That and there's
Sackett's homework.

Tradecraft, as he calls it.

I feel like I'm back in school again.

Yeah? See, this is exactly
the reason why

I've been careful
to avoid success.

- Sir?
- "Sir," he says.

I have an urgent report
from the provost marshal.

He thought perhaps you'd like to see
the latest prisoner exchange proposal.

Thank you, Corporal.

- What is it?
- Samuel.

It's Samuel.
He's alive.

He's being released.

Sammy boy! Huh?

When do we go get him?

I--

I have to report
to Washington tomorrow.

Oh, come on.
He'll release you for this.

No, he won't.

He'd consider it special treatment.

There are other men's brothers
on that list.

All right.
Well, I'll pick him up.

Yeah, I'll go and get Samuel

and then I'll bring him
back straight here.

Actually, I'll get him drunk first.

No, I'll get him drunk
and then I'll get him a screw.

Wait, Caleb.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Hey, what are brothers for, right?

Captain Simcoe.

Step forward.

Mr. Woodhull,
what are you doing here?

The law requires it.

I had hoped my words to you

had been clear--

respect one's host.

I agree.

But then I learned
from Ensign Baker

that Mr. Woodhull
had assaulted the virtue of a lady--

Mrs. Anna Strong.

I assume you divulged that, too.

- It was--
- Yes?

What I saw between
Mr. Woodhull and Mrs. Strong

was entirely inappropriate,

and I told him
as much at the time.

But he did not rape her.

So far as I could tell,
the dalliance was consensual.

He must've initiated it, then.

It was not against her wishes.

- This is shameful.
- Yes.

Major, abuse of any kind
is abhorrent to me,

and when I heard
of a lady in distress,

I leapt to her defense.

It now appears
I may have been rash.

appears?

And if that is the case,

I apologize sincerely
to Mr. Woodhull.

It appears that neither
is in the right or the wrong.

This has all been a terrible
misunderstanding, Richard.

I'm sure we can agree

to make an exception
in this case

as long as Abraham
accepts the apology.

Now, shake on it.

Woodhull!

Wait!

Are you satisfied?

Neither am I...

which is why I propose
we settle this decisively.

What's between us
cannot be settled.

Of course, it can.

With a duel.

- A duel?
- Between gentlemen.

Two pistols.
Somewhere private.

Choose Baker as your second

and I'll select the most
discreet man I know.

- Yeah, I know what a duel is.
- Of course you do.

Shall you run and tell Father?

Or shall you pretend to manhood?

You know I'll never stop.

I accept.

Apology accepted.

Ale, please.

Captain Simcoe.

Let me fetch it.

I apologize, Mrs. Strong,
for my tardiness.

I suppose it's too late
to pick up my laundry?

You don't remember?

I feared we would
never see you again.

I always knew I'd see you.

In fact, I could never have
endured such ill treatment

had I not clung
onto the hope of one day

resuming the close friendship
we embarked upon.

I am so relieved...

to hear of your survival.

And...

now that you've returned...

there's something

I've been meaning
to discuss with you.

Oh?

My husband's imprisonment

has cost me Strong Manor,

this tavern,
and my status in the town.

And yet...

there's something I cling to,
as you did.

My honor.

And while I remain
a married woman,

I ask your help
safeguarding it.

Absolutely.

Tomorrow at dawn
at the millpond,

I intend to avenge it.

You no longer need to worry

about unwelcome advances
from inebriated farmers.

I'll see to that.

Abe!

Luke!

Jeremiah!

Mrs. Anna.

Luke, I can't find Abraham.
Where is he?

- I thought him home.
- No, no one's home.

No one's answering the door
and his horse is gone.

Did he say he
was going anywhere?

No.

He was shooting.

On that old scarecrow
over there.

Taking shots with some old
rusty pistol he had.

Don't think he hit it, though.

Maybe that's why he mad.

No.

Judge Woodhull,
I'm sorry to barge in at this hour,

but I desperately need your help.

- It's taken care of.
- It is?

After conferring with Major Hewlett,

who is also sympathetic
to your plight,

we have agreed to pardon
your husband on one condition.

That he signs an agreement
not to challenge

the attainder following his release.

- No.
- No?

Yes, yes, and you
will make sure he signs it.

No, no, that's not why I'm here.

You need to get dressed.
I'll explain on the way.

You'll explain it right now.

Your son has made
a terrible mistake

and unless you hurry,
he's going to pay for it with his life.

Should you lose
the coin toss, remember,

it is not considered
cowardly to turn aside

to present your adversary
with a smaller target.

That is perhaps the best way
to think of the captain--

as merely a target.

I know you must be concerned
about killing a man

for the first time today.

Let me reassure you,
it's very unlikely to happen.

Well, there's
a first for everything.

Indeed.

Agree to these conditions
on your personal honor,

before your respective seconds,

before one another,
and before God.

Get on with it, man.

The obverse side
represents Mr. Woodhull.

The reverse his challenger,
Captain Simcoe.

Congratulations.

Mr. Woodhull, you will have
the opportunity to draw first blood.

She's mine.

Commence.

One, two, three, four, five.

Turn!

Ready?

Fire, Mr. Woodhull.

My turn.

I want you to know,
Woodhull,

that whilst I've killed
many such as you...

...I shall treasure
this particular encounter.

Of course,
I may just decide...

to cripple you.

Abraham!

What do you think you're doing?

This doesn't concern you!

Do it.

Sir, I can't let you interfere.

Mr. Woodhull has had his shot.

- This is an affair of honor.
- Whose honor? Mine?

Because I assure you,
it is not my honor

that has been offended here.

It seems far more likely
that it is your own honor--

yours and yours, sirs,
that is at stake here.

I am prepared to receive your fire.

Please, John.

As I told you,
I'm a married woman before the law.

What happened at Christmas
was a mistake...

for which
we were both at fault.

I swear, sir.
There is nothing between us.

It is over.

We have both
returned to our vows

until fate determines otherwise.

Fate?

No one knows
what the future may bring.

But if you go through
with this now,

I don't know what
our fate here can be.

I have satisfaction.

Reload, please.

Reload!

Mr. Woodhull, you can stop now
with your honor intact.

Just load the pistol.

- Mr. Woodhull--
- Load the pistol.

- This is illegal!
- Hold him! Hold him!

Abraham, come to your senses!

This is my battle.

I don't need your protection.

Protection?
I will show you no mercy!

If by some miracle you succeed

in wounding
or killing this officer,

I will personally prosecute you

to the full extent
of His Majesty's law!

Abraham, don't throw
your life away.

If not for me,
then for your wife,

your son!

This is about more than you!

Hey, ain't Rangers
supposed to range?

On the back of a horse, say?

Best if nobody hears us coming.

Especially our good friend,
Benjamin Tallmadge.

Ready?

We're off to New York
to free Selah.

It seems possible that you
could manage a smile.

After I convince him
to sign away his property.

Is that why you're upset?

You should've killed Simcoe
when you had the chance.

You were the one
that was trying to talk me out of it.

That was to save you.
Then Simcoe gave you an opening.

You heard my father.
He would've prosecuted me.

You can't tell a bluff
when you hear it?

Your father would've done
everything he could to protect you.

Simcoe made the challenge,
so the blame would've fallen on him.

This is business we're about.

So let's get about it.

She's off to retrieve her husband

and he's off to sell
the rest of their crop.

Trust me, there's no love lost
between those two.

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