TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 1, Episode 9 - Against Thy Neighbor - full transcript

How much are these?

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These spies are even more
cunning than I thought.

They appear to have been
operating for some time

right under our noses.

spies?

Now they've been promoted
from conspirators to spies?

Well, the distinction is hardly great.

And yet still no evidence.

No names,
just conjecture and gossip.

Gossip is how these things start.



Scripture tells us
that the tongue is a restless evil

- full of deadly poison.
- And it tells us that

"Thou shalt not bear false
witness against thy neighbor."

It's been a month, Captain Simcoe.

Where is this mythical
Patriot petition

that I was promised?

I've yet to uncover it.
I fear it's likely been destroyed.

So then all you have is gossip.

I have a sense
the conspirators

know that
I'm coming for them.

Calm down, Bucephalus.

Shh, calm down.
Calm, boy.

He's gone mad!

Easy! Easy! Boy! Easy!



Bucephalus, calm.

- Bucephalus!
- Out!

Ah!

Someone was in a hurry.

Oh, believe me.
I wish we had more time.

If I could, I'd leave this place
with you tomorrow.

But you can't.

And neither can I.

You've your obligation
to your family...

and we both have our roles
to play for Washington...

- Mr. Culpepper.
- Mm.

- I hate that name.

Oh, I don't know.

I quite like it.

Oh, really?

After all, if I can't be
Mrs. Woodhull,

perhaps I can be Mrs. Culpepp--

No, don't say it.

- Don't say it.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Bucephalus. Bucephalus.

Shh, shh, Shh.

Bucephalus.

Bucephalus, shh, shh.

Easy, boy.

Easy. Be still. Be still.

♪ 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. ♪

You did him a mercy.

His heart was under great stress.

And I've little doubt
of the cause.

Are you suggesting poison?

Well, I don't know much
about them, but there's--

there's a foreign smell
to this apple, like almonds.

Of course he was poisoned.

What else could it be?

He was--
he was in perfect health.

Just perfect. Perfect.

This was murder.

This was a senseless murder.

I doubt Bucephalus
was the intended target, Major.

Didn't you often eat
the same apples you fed him?

Someone was trying
to kill you, sir.

Do you know where
this fruit came from?

Uh, Brewster--
Lucas Brewster.

He has the biggest
orchard in town.

Brewster is one of the names
at the top of my list.

A miscreant in his youth,

vocal in his rejection
of any authority.

I'll detain him
while we search his farm.

The answer
was here all the time.

Sir, we merely needed the key.

The cipher key, from Major Andre's
own code book no less,

courtesy of our friend in New York.

Mr. Culpepper does not shy away
from the bold play.

And once Mr. Sackett
deciphered it,

we were able to apply it
to the encrypted dispatches

that we intercepted last month.

"And immediately
there fell from his eyes

as it had been scales,

and he received sight forthwith."

Mr. Sackett, it seems,

has undergone
a conversion to faith.

Hmm, perhaps because,
for the first time,

we are able to see their
movements as a deity might--

from on high.

Sir, the enemy will try
to take Philadelphia by sea,

via the Delaware Bay.

All of our scouting reports
argue that the attacks

will come by land
from the north.

That's what
they want you to think.

It's a feint, sir.
The dispatches indicate

that General Howe
has ordered 3,000 men

to be withdrawn
from Cornwallis's troops

and quietly marched
to Staten Island,

where the Royal Navy
has secretly gathered

over 100 boats
for an expeditionary force.

The order reportedly left
Cornwallis in high dudgeon,

anxious as he was
to personally thank you

for disrupting a visit
to his wife with that, uh,

Trenton affair.

Major Tallmadge,
you are to ready a detachment

to rendezvous with General Arnold
in Connecticut,

dragoons and militia,
immediately.

North?

But, sir, we’ve just proven

that the attack
will be coming from--

From the south,

which is why I will make plans

to shore up our defenses
on the Delaware, if you agree.

- Of course, sir.
- Good,

then unless you think it's wise
to inform the enemy of our plan,

perhaps you will join me
in convincing them

that their plan is working.

A counter-faint.

You have discretion
to act as you see fit

to advance the mission.

I'll stay here.

Oh, Mrs. Woodhull,
I didn't know you were coming.

I'm sorry to startle you,
Mr. Baker.

I thought you were
my husband.

Would you like me
to cook something?

Oh, no, no.

- I couldn't ask that.
- lt's-- it's fine.

I'd do it for Abraham,
but he's not here.

I can hazard a guess
of where he is, of course.

Or who he's with.

Perhaps I should leave.

Why?

You're the only one
who really lives here now.

Tell me, Mr. Baker...

did your parents marry for love

or did their parents
decide for them?

I never knew my parents.

I was told my father
was a sailor and my mother...

I was raised in an orphanage.

I never had the luxury
of growing up

in a home like this,
as your son will.

There is love here,
Mrs. Woodhull.

I know because I know what
its absence feels like.

- Is the owner here? DeJong?
- No, but I can get him.

Whatever they said I did,
it's not true.

That's enough out of you.

Tell him we're taking his cellar
as a temporary jail.

Orders of the major.
I need you to open it.

Was that Lucas Brewster?

They arrested Lucas Brewster.

I admit the evidence is damning,

though I find it hard to imagine

a man afflicted with palsy

would have the steady hand
to mix poison.

A weak constitution
is an excellent cover

for a devious mind.

- Abraham?
- Forgive the intrusion.

I heard Lucas Brewster's
been arrested.

Are the charges serious?

Very, Captain Simcoe
believes that Brewster

killed Major Hewlett's horse
with a poisoned apple

intended for the major himself.

He died for me.

These are serious charges.

Is there any evidence
to support them?

We have the matter
well in hand.

Thank you, Farmer Woodhull.

Has Brewster
in any way confessed?

No.

But I expect a noose will make
an honest man of him.

Perhaps before rushing
to that conclusion,

we should send
for someone more

expert than Dr. Mabbs.

If we are gonna hang
a citizen of Setauket,

the accusation
should be confirmed.

Of course, Your Honor.
Every care should be taken.

I'll advise the major.

Oh, damn.

Mary borrowed my coach
to visit you with Thomas.

That's all right,
I can give you a ride into town.

- Right.
- Could I accompany you?

Wouldn't your own horse
be faster?

I'm in no rush.

And I'd appreciate the chance
to discuss the case

against Brewster with Your Honor.

I must say, I'm pleased
to see you two

have moved past
your differences.

Indeed.

I've learned that
patience and forbearance

are much preferred
to anger and rash action.

I agree, especially
when personal grudges

end up affecting
those who are innocent.

Yes, the innocent must be
protected at all costs.

That must be the foremost
concern of any justice--

Ah!

Father! Father!

Stay down!

Oh, Jesus.

It came from over there.

Father, look at me.
Look at me!

Help!

Behind the fence!

Father!

Wait, let him drink.
Let him drink.

Drink, drink, drink.

Now hold him.
Hold him down.

Look at me, Father.
Look at me.

Just breathe. Just breathe.

- Put pressure, pressure.
- Hold him down.

Oh, my God.

Please, take him away.

What happened?

He's been shot--

just outside a few hours ago.

Whoever it was
has escaped for the moment,

but will be found soon.

Come on, hurry up.

I'll be right there.

That's good.
All right, he's done.

Praise be to God.

If that ball had
punctured his stomach

or had shattered on a rib,
he'd be gone.

Wh--

- Is he dead?
- No.

He's just overcome.

We found the place
where he was shot from.

A fence rail still spotted
with his powder,

and we found this nearby.

Must've used it
as wadding for a shot.

It appears to be torn
from a book.

The wadding survived?

It's not any book. A Bible.

A verse from Judges.

Hmm.

An assassin
who wraps his boulette

in the word of God.

I want every firearm

in this town
surrendered tomorrow

and anyone
who does not comply

must be considered
a suspect and arrested.

I'll post the order immediately.

I promise you, we'll find
the man who did this

and the rest
of this league of assassins.

State your name.

Walter Havens.

Havens.
One blunderbuss.

The rebel whaleboats
are ranging further up the coast.

Without my shot,
they'll take my catch.

Your weapon will be
returned to you

when I'm reassured
the town is once again safe.

Safe for whom?

Make a note--
"Less than fully cooperative."

Oh, this is hardly necessary
in your case, Abraham.

The law applies to me
the same as anyone else, sir.

Mark him down--
"Very cooperative."

State your name.

You know who I am.

State your name.

Nathaniel Tallmadge.

This is my church that you
now call your stables.

I think it suits the town better
as a defensive fortification

rather than a pulpit
for seditious sermons.

A fine fowling piece.

If you say so.

But what does
a man of the cloth

need weapons for?

Are we now practicing
the insurrection

that we preached?

I never minded fighting
for a just cause.

Or speaking against
an unjust one.

"For all they
that take the sword

shall perish by the sword."

Everything is set, Captain.

Now they've taken our guns,
we're at their mercy.

You mean the mercy
of the rebels

like the one they've
got locked up down below.

Figures that it's a Brewster.

I'm married to a Brewster.

Moses?

Moses, do you still have it?

- What?
- You know what I mean.

The petition.

You do, don't you?

Well, I suggest
you put it to the fire

and run while you can.

Run? And just leave everything?

Well, what've you got?

You have no family.

You can start over
in Connecticut

or join the Continentals.

Walter, look at me.
Look at me.

I just-- I can't just leave--

Just meet me
at moonrise by my boat.

The cove beyond
Crane Neck Point.

You always were
an empty bottle, Robeson.

If you had as much brains
as you have guts,

what a clever fellow you'd be.

Guts enough to brain you.

Enough.

Whatever our grievances,

we have more in common
with each other

than we do with those men
perched like vultures

up on that hill.

First, they took our church.

Then they took our headstones.

Now the means
to defend ourselves?

What will they take next?

Hear, hear.

Don't you see who
your real enemies are?

Spoken like a true rebel.

Might we have a word,
Reverend Tallmadge?

Good news. Good news.

We have found
the man responsible--

your father's old nemesis,
Reverend Tallmadge.

The reverend?

Major, with all due respect,
the reverend would more likely

shoot you than my father.

His attitude when
he turned in the weapons

was highly combative.

Captain Simcoe
found that his musket

had recently been fired,

so I ordered his house
to be searched.

I found this on his person.

Judges 3, a most
appropriate selection.

It seems the reverend
is an artist who cannot resist

signing his work.

A Mr. Moses Paine to see you, sir.

With urgent information, he says.

Very well.

Major, Captain.

What have you for us,
Mr. Paine?

The petition
you've been looking for

backing Selah Strong
to the New York Congress.

I confess my name is on it.

A foolish mistake in a moment
of drunken weakness.

But I suspect there are others

who will prove
of more interest to you.

- The petition?
- Yes.

It seems we finally
have the means

to capture the rest
of the cabal.

Arrest every name on this list

if they are still in town.

Order Appleton to start
building gallows for 10.

And arrest Mr. Paine.

But I brought you
this information

of my own free will.

No doubt
to save your own skin.

If you'd have brought it earlier,

you could've saved another life.

Go.

These men will
require prosecution.

Yes.

We can hardly ask your father

to manage such proceedings
in his condition,

even if it is just a formality.

I'll do it.

I studied the law at King's College.

I have watched
my father dispense justice

since I could stand.

If he will trust me
to act in his stead,

it'll be swifter than to wait
for another magistrate.

Richard?

It's time I assumed
some of the burden.

Hey, look at the boy.

Army life suiting you,
Mr. Strong?

Better since you swiped me
a decent pair of boots.

- How far is the coast?
- The coast?

Five miles, give or take.

You thinking of home, Selah?

Well, with the men we have here,

we outnumber Hewlett's garrison.

I say we return there,
take back what's ours.

Right, and after we take it,
we can stay there

till, oh, at least suppertime before
the Navy smokes us out.

It'd be a good meal, though.

Yeah, I'm with you there.

Fraternizing with the enlisted men?

Not sure he'd be so full of spunk

if he knew his wife
thinks him dead.

I coulda sorted this out
if your pal Sackett

let me and Culpepper meet up

instead of having him
stash his letters

in the hollow of an old tree.

Sackett's procedures are intended
to keep you both safe.

But these are our friends
we're lying to, Ben.

They're agents.

They only know what
they need to know.

Any more could
put them in danger.

Right, so Anna
doesn't need to know

her husband's still alive.

This isn't personal, Caleb.
It's a discipline--

a craft, as Mr. Sackett calls it.

The more we stick by the rules,

the better it will be for all of us.

What are you doing here?

I heard a rumor
I couldn't imagine is true.

Well, just let me explain.

Moses Paine has turned in
the petition

that backed Selah for Congress.

They're out looking
for the others who signed it.

So, why in God's name

are you helping Hewlett
to swing the axe?

The charges are false.

Simcoe has created the threat.

All I have to do
is present the case

and then just see it fall apart.

- You're planning to lose?
- Do you have a better idea?

Gather those loyal,

raid the armory,
storm the church,

and shoot Hewlett and Simcoe--

And then hang
the Grand Union Flag

- over the church?
- Mm.

And then what?

Then we bring
the war here to Setauket?

The war is already here,
can't you see that?

I have to study this.

All right?

Law, in its most general

and comprehensive sense,

signifies a rule of action

and is applied indiscriminately
to all kinds of action...

whether animate or inanimate,

rational or irrational.

♪ When I first came to town ♪

♪ They called me roving jewel... ♪

Open in the name
of the king!

♪ Now they've changed their tune ♪

♪ They call me Katie Cruel... ♪

Open!

Where are you taking him?

But laws,
in their more confined sense,

denote the rules.

Not of action in general,

but of human action
or conduct.

♪ When I first came to town ♪

♪ They gave me drinks aplenty ♪

♪ Now they've changed their tune ♪

♪ Bring me bottles empty ♪

♪ Through the woods I'm going ♪

♪ Through the bogs and mire ♪

♪ straightaway down the road ♪

♪ To my heart's desire... ♪

That is the precepts by which man,

the noblest of all sublunary beings...

a creature of both reason
and free will...

♪ Ooh... ♪

...has no rule to pursue,

but such as he prescribes
to himself.

These men betrayed our trust.

These men plotted murder.

These men conspired.

Now, what is the nature
of conspiracy?

What defines it?

Secrecy.

Betrayal.

The conspirator walls himself
from friend and neighbor

and he lives a secret life,

pretending to be a part of
the God-fearing community of man,

the community of laws
and of shared values,

even as he plots its overthrow.

Now, the evidence
against these men is clear.

Of their guilt, there is no doubt.

But it is their salvation
that we are about today.

Only by their confession
can they repent their sins

and, in return,
solicit a measure of our mercy.

Lucas Brewster,
stand and face the bench.

Do you swear to tell the truth,

the truth being
your only defense

against these charges
against you?

All right.

I-- I suppose I...

Yes. Yes, I do.

Did you conspire
with Nathaniel Tallmadge

and these other men
to assassinate Major Hewlett

and Judge Richard Woodhull?

No.

Of course not.

And yet this vial of cyanide poison
was found in your house.

Those Redcoats claim they found it.

- It's nothing of mine.
- Mr. Brewster,

it is pointless to impugn the words
of these good men.

These are officers.

They are sworn to protect us

and they have earned our trust.

Yeah, and what about my word?

Your word?
The word of a poisoner?

The lowest form of assassin?

He who strikes like a viper
from the shadows,

too fearful to face his enemy?
Your word, sir?

These are lies cooked up by them.

Why would they lie?
What possible motive

- would they have?
- Damned if I know.

You conspired against the Crown!
You provided aid

- and comfort to the enemy!
- No, no.

- You tried to murder these men...
- No, no!

...and you tried
to kill my father!

Leave the poor man alone!

Can't you see he's sick?

Mr. Brewster may be seated.

We will resume when order
is restored.

An unfortunate turn.

And yet I wonder
if it was just bad luck

that let you rouse
such sympathy for a killer.

Should I have been
gentler with him?

This is just a formality,
as you said.

You and I are merely
players in a comedy

whose ending
has already been written.

But, by all means,
continue the performance.

Sip slowly, Father.
I'm not going anywhere.

You should.

Your husband may have need
of a friendly face

during his first foray
as a magistrate.

I'm afraid Abraham
does not feel much

like a husband these days,
nor I a wife.

Mary, whatever distance

has grown between
you and my son,

perhaps it's time
you acknowledge

the part you have
played in it.

My pan?

You convinced me
to pardon Selah Strong.

Yes, and that only
worsened the problem.

Because it was a subterfuge
when you should've been direct.

Do you truly want Abraham?

Aberdeen will take care of me.

Go be with him.

Go be with your husband.

A page torn from a Bible
to help propel a bullet.

A bullet that nearly
ended my father's life.

A page from Judges
to help kill a judge.

Do you deny it?

Deny a page was torn from it,
no, but not by my hands.

If not yours, Mr. Tallmadge,
then whose?

That man visited me
with one of his men

to ask questions.

I'm guessing
when my back was turned--

I suppose you also
credit Captain Simcoe

with firing the round,
despite the fact

that he was with myself
and my father

at the time of the shooting.

- But where were you?
- In my home.

And can any here testify to that?

I was alone.

Of course.

You were alone.

You've been alone
for some time now, haven't you?

Because of the choices
that you've made,

preaching rebellion until
your congregation walked away.

Your father walked away.
The rest followed like sheep.

Because their shepherd
went astray!

And where did that leave you?

Abandoned and angry,
and at one man in particular.

So you went way beyond
sermonizing, didn't ya?

Huh? Colluding
with all of these men

to overthrow the powers

that you blamed
for destroying your life!

You preach against me
in my own church?

Well, then repent.

Just repent and silence me.

How dare you, boy?

I dare because
I'm the son of the man

that you almost killed.

You were well-equipped for the task
as well, weren't you?

I remember the war stories
you told when I was a boy.

His years fighting
the French and the Iroquois.

This is your musket, is it not?

I don't deny the weapon's mine,

but I deny I used it
against your father or any man.

I swore an oath after that war
never to take another life.

I see that you cannot
be induced to confess.

Shall I then show
these good people

how you used musket and ball
together so shamefully?

First, the primer, yes?

And then the firing charge.

Then the ball that was extracted
from my father's body.

And then to ram it home,
just a...

It seems our
farmer-turned-barrister

is in need of some assistance.
Allow me.

Allow me.

Ball?

I'm guessing you've never seen
a Pennsylvania rifle, Captain.

The barrel's grooved.

It takes a smaller round
than your Brown Bess.

That one you're trying
to jam down her muzzle,

the one our young Hotspur here
says almost killed his father,

well, that's a musket round.

The kind a king's man might use

- if he was bent on murder.

After hearing
all my war stories,

I'm surprised you
didn't know that, boy.

That is enough evidence
for today.

I will now retire
and consider my ruling.

You have no right
to sit in judgment.

No?

I am the authority here.

The only authority I recognize
is that of God's,

and you, sir, are not He.

Reverend, I believe this proceeding--

No, no, no. It's all right.

Let him speak.

This will be his last sermon.

A man may believe

in freedom from tyranny

and not be a rebel or a traitor.

If he is not free
to make up his own mind,

that is the worst form of tyranny.

- Aye.
- Hear, hear.

These men were sent here
to subjugate us.

But I never would've expected

the boy who grew up best friends
with my son Benjamin

to turn against his own.

Abraham, what did you do

that day your father
walked out of my church?

You stayed behind.

You thought for yourself.

A lesson for us all.

That is enough.

Silence!
Take the prisoners down.

Take them down now,
to the tavern cellar.

Abraham, I wanted
to commend you

on your efforts today.

I think your father
would be very proud.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Have you reached a decision?

I have.

I expect Mr. Appleton's labors
will not go unrewarded.

To tell you the truth,
I would like nothing more

than to hang these miscreants.

But given the confusion
of today's proceeding,

I think it best to show
that measure of mercy

that you spoke of, Abraham.

So, I am sentencing
them all to a term

of no less than
10 years on the Jersey.

Um, sir-- ahem-- if I may.

Given the conditions
aboard that ship,

that is a death sentence.

You think a hanging
more merciful?

No, no.

It's just that
what happened today--

the business with the rifle--

So he used a different weapon
than the one he turned in.

He's clever, I'll grant him that.

Or perhaps he's innocent.

I acknowledge that there are
untidy aspects to this case,

and perhaps some were
overzealous in pursuing it.

But the most important thing

is that an arm of disloyal citizens
have been identified

and the gangrenous limb
will now be cut off

from the rest
of the healthy body.

There's just one problem, sir.

It seems to me
that the true assassin

may still be out there.

I shall make it my mission
to find him out.

I can't feel my legs anymore.

Let alone something else
of equal importance.

How much further
to Ridgefield?

No more than a day.

I sent a scout ahead to alert
General Arnold of our arrival.

Oh, of course you have.

Now, look, don't be injured
if Benedict Arnold

ain't as excited to meet the famous
Benny Boy Tallmadge.

I will admit,
the man impresses.

Imagine having your horse
shot out from under you,

your leg pinned beneath it,
and instead of surrendering

to the regular standing
above you with a bayonet,

you pull his pistol
and shoot him dead.

Yeah, it sounds like a tale
I'd tell about meself,

which tells me
he's taking a bit of license.

Company, halt!

- Company halt!
- Company halt!

Private.

Caught him hiding in a ditch.
Thought he might be a spy,

but when he said he was
from Setauket--

Let him down.

- Mr. Havens.
- Ben.

Walt, look at you.
How are ya?

What brings you to Connecticut?

A bloody-back named Simcoe.

Ever since he returned
to Setauket,

he's had it in for us Whigs.

Your father's been arrested, Ben.

- My father?
- And Lucas Brewster, too.

Your father, my uncle.

That's quite the coincidence.

On what grounds
could he be arrested?

Conspiracy.

I left town to cheat the hangman.

I doubt the rest will be so lucky.

How many whaleboats
could you round up?

What do you mean?

- To carry all this lot?
- Aye.

We're going home?

We're going home.

Thank you, Luke.

All right, sweetheart,
we'll go upstairs.

Time for your nap.

Thomas!

Thomas, stop it.

Thomas.

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