TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 3, Episode 10 - Trial and Execution - full transcript

Man:
The accused, Nathan Hale,

having been found guilty
of espionage

and treasonous conspiracy against
His Majesty King George III,

shall hereby
be executed as a spy

on this day
the 22nd of October, 1776.

If the condemned
has any last words,

let him speak them now.

I only regret

that I have but one life
to lose for my country.

Wait there!

Come here.



( grunting )

( grunts )

( shouts )

Richard:
Stop!

Stop!
What is this madness?

This fiend just raided the garrison
and assaulted an officer... me.

This is murder.

Stand back, old man, or I'll
see you up this tree as well.

I am magistrate
of this town, Captain,

charged with upholding the
rights of the king's subjects.

And those rights state
that no man

shall be condemned
without trial.

Falkoff.

Justice may only be
delivered by the just.



Perhaps what this town
needs is a new magistrate.

I stand only for the law,
nothing more.

If my son has committed crimes,
let him stand trial for them.

- A trial where you sit as judge?
- No.

If the crimes are committed
against army persons or property,

then the case falls
to martial law

and the highest ranking
military officer will sit.

But as this case
involves colonists,

you would be obliged
to prosecute for the Crown.

Isn't that correct, Magistrate?

You're damn right it is.

Put the prisoner
in the stockade.

( gasping )

And construct a gallows
up there on the hill

for one
where the last one stood.

I want it built to exact
military specifications.

We're going to do this properly.

♪ Hush, hush ♪

♪ There's snakes
in the garden ♪

♪ Soul for sale ♪

♪ Blood on the rise ♪

♪ Hush, hush ♪

♪ I know there
will come a day ♪

♪ As they're hiding
in the cover of night ♪

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

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

♪ I can't wait anymore ♪

♪ Hush, hush. ♪

- ( nickers )
- ( chatter )

Man:
Attention!

Fall in!

Fall in!

( door opens )

Courier: Colonel Hamilton,
dispatch from one of our gunboats.

( object clatters )

Peggy's voice:
You have drawings of me,

but I have nothing
to remember you by.

- Arnold has made good on his escape.
- Caleb: Damn it!

He boarded the Vulture,
which sailed off

before our guard boats
could arrive.

He sent these ashore first.

We must secure West Point.

Nathaniel Greene will assume command
of the fort, effective immediately.

Have Colonel Jameson
and David Franks arrested

and transport Major Andrí to the main
army away from potential rescue.

Yes, sir.

We must endeavor
to keep this quiet.

Your Excellency, I'm afraid
that may prove difficult.

( Peggy screams )

- ( crashing )
- ( screaming )

Who are you?
Where is he?

Where is who?

My husband.

He's gone.
Gone!

- Yes, we know, madam.
- He's gone forever.

He's there.
He's there.

The spirits have
taken him up there.

They have...

Oh, they have put
hot irons in his head.

- Mrs. Arnold, just...
- Oh, they've...

Oh, they've...

They've... they have
put them on me.

- Oh, they have put... oh, they have put them on me!
- Madam! Madam!

- They have put them on me!
- It's all right, madam. It's all right.

To the bed.
To the bed.

- Only Washington can take them away.
- Shh.

- Only Washington!
- I'm here.

Peggy: No, you are
not Washington.

You are the man in the fire.

- She's in hysterics.
- In the ceiling!

- Fetch the doctor.
- Peggy: Benedict!

( whimpering, stuttering )
Benedict!

( footsteps approach )

Reading up on martial
law, are we?

I hope you don't mind if I sup
while you prepare your case.

I do mind.

But it's not a problem.

I will repair to my study.

You mean my office?

I'd rather you not.

Captain, the lady
wants a word with you.

By all means, let her come down.

He already has, but he
couldn't explain to me

why it was necessary I be
imprisoned in my room.

Well, ask your
father-in-law.

It was he who requested
you be confined to quarters.

I'm merely honoring his request.

You are sequestered,
not imprisoned.

I plan to call on you
as a witness.

To testify against Abraham?

To testify to the truth.

What gives you
the right to judge...

His Majesty the King.

And his right is given him
by Almighty God.

God will judge you.

Actually, he's just
prosecuting the case.

Wakefield will serve as judge

as he is Royal Army
and I am mere Ranger.

And witness, too, I hope.

And who will stand for Abraham?

Who will defend him?

Abraham has elected
to stand for himself.

- ( hammering )
- ( men chattering )

( chatter )

Andrí: The plan was to
lead the invasion force

around to the rear of Fort Putnam
and overwhelm the garrison.

General Arnold would send
for reinforcements

and then surrender
before they could arrive.

I would assume
control of West Point

while General Arnold would wait
to surprise the reinforcements

led by you, sir.

When did the correspondence begin
between yourself and General Arnold?

The first inquiry
was in September

and done through Arnold's
contacts on the black market.

Smugglers, as they are, pledge
true allegiance to coin.

I don't know how much Arnold paid the
fellow to drop a letter through my door

but it must have been enough that he
didn't break the seal and read it.

And he acted alone?

Far as I know, yes, sir.

I don't believe that his aide-de-camp
was aware of our conspiracy

nor poor Colonel Jameson.

Or Arnold's family,
for that matter.

Yes, I received a letter
from Arnold saying as much.

In it he asks mercy
for his poor wife

whom he abandoned and
begs that she be spared

the mistaken vengeance
of her country.

I have made it known that it would
be exceedingly painful to me

if Mrs. Arnold were not to be
treated with the greatest kindness.

He betrayed her
as much as his country.

I wish it were not so
that the innocent

often suffer most in war.

Are there any other questions
I might answer, sir?

Sir, regarding sources
and contacts...

Not today.

Then may I trouble you
for a request, sir?

- Of course.
- May my servant be cleared to visit from New York

and bring with her
a fresh uniform

so that I may stand trial
properly as a soldier?

Colonel Hamilton will see to it.

Andrí:
Thank you, sir.

I fully expect the tribunal
to find me guilty

and to recommend my execution.

I beg of you to allow
that sentence

to be carried out by firing
line rather than the gallows.

One is a fate
befitting an officer

and the other
is meant for a spy.

I am an officer
dedicated to service

and stained with no action that
can give me cause for remorse.

I wish the mode of my death
to reflect this.

I will consider it.

Thank you, sir.

( knocks )

- Major Andrí isn't home.
- We are aware.

This place as good as any
for your lodgings

until we've determined
what's to be done with you.

I do not require comfort, sir,

only the opportunity
for service.

As soon as I'm provided
with uniform and regiment,

I will deliver upon my promise.

May I inquire as to my new rank?

No, you may not.

Sir, will Major Andrí
be returning home soon?

Major Andrí has been
captured by the enemy.

Efforts are underway
to secure his return.

Allow me to lead
those efforts, sir.

Washington's army is vulnerable.
I know their weaknesses.

I can redraw the
fortifications at West Point.

- It's likely he's been moved by now.
- ( knocks )

And the defenses strengthened
in the wake of your defection.

Sir.

We've received a dispatch
from General Washington.

- I rode first to your headquarters...
- Yes, yes, hand it over, lad.

- What are you doing?
- Completing my rounds, sir.

I collect Major Andrí's
correspondence each day.

Anything for me?

- Well, I...
- Sort through.

See if there is post
intended for me

since I am standing right here.

Just cut through
the red tape, man.

He's going to try
Andrí as a spy.

That's absurd.
He is an officer.

He proposes an exchange.

For prisoners?

For you.

He writes since you are the
author of this mischief,

you ought more properly
to be the victim.

Well, that is... that...
This will not stand.

We will not stand for this.

I will draft a personal
response to this attack.

Courier: There is
nothing for you sir.

Andrí's voice:
"To General Clinton,

I can conclusively report
that Agent Culper

is Abraham Woodhull
of Setauket."

( hammering )

Richard:
Who is Abraham Woodhull?

Some assembled here may know him

as a friend, a Christian,

an adulterer, a criminal,

a husband or a son.

Or you may not know him at all.

I will show
that Abraham Woodhull

committed crimes
against the Crown.

First, by the attempted
theft of army property.

Second, by conspiracy
to commit insurrection.

And third, by the
assault of an officer.

( clears throat )

Abraham Woodhull,

you have heard
the charges against you.

How do you plead?

( people whispering )

The prisoner stands mute.

The, uh... the Crown
calls Elias Appleby

as its first witness.

He meant to get the guns
that were taken from us.

That we turned over.

Did he say how
he planned to do this?

No, sir.

Your witness.

( people murmuring )

Thank you,
Mr. Appleby.

The Crown calls
Jeremiah Scroggins.

I remember him saying,

"Without gunpowder,
there is no freedom."

And what was his temperament

when he uttered this venom?

He was vicious, nearly
foaming at the mouth.

If the firelocks
had been loaded,

I fear I wouldn't
be sitting here today.

And what happened then?

I informed him
he was under arrest

and requested
he surrender peacefully.

He answered with a fist
aimed at my wounded ear.

- It hurt very badly.
- Richard: And that will be all.

Captain Simcoe.

On the 23rd of May, 1777,

a musket round was fired at
Judge Woodhull on his property.

The bullet nearly killed him.

Did you order Corporal
Eastin to fire that shot?

- ( murmuring )
- ( gavel bangs )

The prisoner will restrict
his interview to this case.

More recent, then. Do you deny
torching Appleby's barn and livestock

along with Herman Weaver's cordwood
and Jonas Gullet's hayfield?

- Your Honor!
- ( bangs gavel )

The prisoner may present
evidence of the truth.

The truth of the matter.

The matter being the charges
brought against you here.

If you wish to present names,
make them of your coconspirators.

The prisoner may present
evidence of the truth.

Rivington: Surely this must
herald the end don't you think?

The end?
The end of what?

The bloody rebellion, Jonathan.

The bloody...

Benedict Arnold tries
to nab 3,000 Yanks

and comes over
with two bargemen.

He's a rat who didn't
get the cheese.

The ship must be near sinking
when the rats are leaving it.

- Don't you agree, Townsend?
- Absolutely.

- ( laughs ) Here's what I know...
- Yeah.

( door opens )

- Robert!
- Father.

Didn't know you were coming.

Haven't heard from you
in quite some time.

Well, I thought we might
have a word in private.

Really?
About what?

You know what.

Do you know that man?

( shouts )

( chatter stops )

Go see what that was about, yes?

You truly are a glutton
for punishment.

- Robert.
- After everything they did?

For the cause, we shall freely
give up our bodies for sacrifice.

This is not about them, Robert.

It's about something
greater than them and us.

Lord, lettest thou thy
servants depart in peace.

We have sacrificed
enough, Father.

He knows that.

Rivington:
Townsend.

Come break your vow
and have some rum.

I think I will.

( glasses clink )

Washington: It should
come as no surprise

that in light of General
Arnold's defection,

the future of our cause
lies in peril.

As I assess the true
strength of our army,

I must reassess
our chains of intelligence.

Yes, sir.
General Arnold

is undoubtedly aware
of the alias Culper,

though he does not know
his true name or location.

We have no reason to believe
that he even suspects

the presence of Culper Jr.,
though he does know

that our chain extends
as far as New York.

Does it still?
Lieutenant Brewster?

We ain't heard from Culper Jr.
Since he warned us about Tryon.

I did tell him that
our door was still open

and he alone had the key.

Place an ad in the "Gazette"

and I'll come rowing out to you.

Do you think he will?

Well, if I had to place a wager
on it, sir, no, I don't.

What about 355?

Since the capture
of Major Andrí,

I do not think we can expect any
new discovery from Abigail.

Major Tallmadge has informed me

that Andrí has requested his servant
bring his uniform from New York.

I humbly submit that if Abigail
is allowed to cross the lines,

we should secure for her
the emancipation

she was promised in Setauket.

It's the least we can do to show our
gratitude for her service in our cause.

But would her deed then be transferred
to another royal officer?

I mean, perhaps we can establish a
new channel between her and Culper.

- We need to bring Culper in as well.
- Yeah.

It's not safe for him, sir. There
are so many eyes on him now.

A mistake for me to cut him from the
chain, but he must remain there.

So you would spare
Andrí, but not Abe?

Colonel Hamilton told me about your
offer to exchange Andrí for Arnold.

Arnold is a traitor.

Andrí was merely doing his duty.

I would trade a thousand
Andrís for Arnold.

Nathan Hale was doing
his duty, sir,

and they hanged him as a spy.

Hale? Hale was captain
in our militia.

Andrí is Adjutant General
of the British Army.

He does not hang
without consequences.

May I request that Lieutenant
Brewster and Mrs. Strong

be excused before
I respond, sir?

No, owing to the value of
truth, let them be present.

Very well. The consequences
are upon us now.

In the wake
of Arnold's treachery,

the men are reluctant
to trust their officers.

Officers doubt their commanders.

An example must be made
to restore that order.

This is about
doing what is right.

( scoffs )

Neither of you ever have a
chance to meet Captain Hale?

- No, sir. No.
- No, sir.

Benjamin's beloved
classmate from Yale.

As a friend, you knew him
better than most.

Do you remember his final words?

"I only regret that I have but one
life to lose for my country."

From the drama "Cato," except he didn't
write them and he never said them.

We did.

When I received the report from
General Howe's aide-de-camp,

it described Hale behaving
with great resolution.

Before hanging, he said
he thought of the duty

of every good officer
to obey any orders

given him by his
commander-in-chief.

He wished to be seen
as a soldier,

not a spy.

We altered what he said

and thus converted
a failed mission

into an act of martyrdom.

The truth that links
Hale and Andrí

is they were both captured on their
very first mission undercover.

Woodhull has been surviving
under his for years.

( people murmuring )

You've done an excellent
job, Magistrate.

I think it's time
you rest your case.

I have more evidence to present.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you were

deliberately drawing out the
case longer than needs be.

Since the outcome is inevitable,

I wonder is it out of
sentiment or cruelty?

The Crown calls Mary Woodhull.

Richard: You are married
to the prisoner?

I am wife to Abraham Woodhull.

And how did you come
to be wife to him?

I was first engaged
to his brother Thomas.

The dowry for which was settled
with me by your father John Blake.

Yes.

And why did you not wed Thomas?

Because he died in New York.

During the Liberty Pole Riots.

While he was fighting
for his king and country

against the so-called
Sons of Liberty.

But you did not break
that contract.

Instead, you married Thomas's
younger brother Abraham

under the laws of coverture.

Abraham proposed.

( clears throat ) What is the
point of this, Magistrate?

That Mary Blake Woodhull is a woman
who holds to her obligations.

And as those obligations
multiplied by inheritance,

by property, by motherhood,

she had to be loyal to Abraham
even as he grew disloyal.

I witnessed no act of treason.

I meant to you,
not to the Crown.

Everyone knows he was adulterous
with that harlot Anna Strong.

And I myself remember
the months you spent

living away from him
bringing up your child.

How could you witness treason?

I love my husband and I
will stand by him now.

If he broke the law, it was done from
a need to protect those he loves,

to protect the town
that he loves from you.

- Sit down!
- It is Judge Woodhull who gave Captain Simcoe your names.

The fields that were burned were
from a list that he wrote up.

- I saw him do it.
- The witness is excused.

He was in a scheme with Major Hewlett
to sell off crops to the Royal Army.

That's enough! I am not
the one on trial here.

Perhaps you should be.

- I know you gave me up!
- The attainders were illegal!

- Dismiss the witness.
- ( bangs gavel )

The court will consider
that Major Andrí

travelled upriver
under a flag of truce.

When his vessel departed without
him, he proceeded on foot

and was caught out
in the neutral ground...

That is, between enemy lines

and not in American-held
territory.

He does not meet
the status of a spy

according to the "Laws
and Ordinance of War."

The board has studied the letters
of General Arnold and Sir Clinton

and have determined that there
was no valid flag of truce.

Furthermore, Major Andrí was
travelling in disguised habit

and under an assumed name.

He carried with him
incriminating papers

given to him by a known traitor.

The recommendation of this
tribunal is that Major Andrí

ought to be considered
a spy from the enemy

and that, agreeable to the
law and usage of nations,

it is our opinion
that he suffer death.

( bangs gavel )

Sir, the board did not speak to
the manner of his execution.

Yes, they left that to my discretion
and it remains complicated.

This arrived inside
a packet from Sir Clinton.

It is written from Arnold to me

threatening retaliation to American
prisoners under their power.

"Should this warning
be disregarded...

I shall call upon heaven
and earth to witness...

you will be accountable
for the torrent of blood

that may be spilled
in consequence."

( fire crackling )

( knocks )

Sir, my apologies.

My house servant and her boy seem
to have gone off without leave.

"A torrent of blood"?

Did you threaten
to slaughter 40 hostages

if Washington harms Andrí?

Washington seeks my ruin.

He threatened first
when he offered the trade.

I meant to make
our position clear.

Our position?

We do not murder
prisoners of war

and you do not speak
for the king, ever.

And just to make
my position clear,

I would trade you
with Andrí in a heartbeat

if my hands were not tied.

We do not trade defectors,

for it would
discourage new ones.

And she is not
your house servant.

She is Andrí's. And I have
sent her across the lines

with his uniform at his request.

I understand, sir.
He deserves that.

He deserves more than that.

So do I. I apologize
for my letter,

but I am a warrior,
not a diplomat.

Allow me a uniform
and let me fight.

Give me a command and I
will give you victory.

You will be made
a brigadier in our service.

- Any higher rank would offend our generals.
- But that is a demotion.

You shall be allowed to raise
a regiment of Loyalists,

though it remains to be seen whether
any man will fight under a turncoat.

( door opens, closes )

( chatter )

Abigail.

I'm so glad they let
you take Cicero.

I told them he's the one who
always shaves Major Andrí's beard,

so they wrote him into the pass.

Abi, listen to me.
You don't have to go back.

- But the pass is only for...
- Lots of things get lost on the road.

You don't have to go back.

And you don't have to stay here,

though you're welcome to
for as long as you like.

Thank you.

It's you who deserves
to be thanked.

- Both of you.
- You remember Ben from Setauket.

I'll show you to Major Andrí.

Would you like to see the camp?

I've got to tell you
about the letter.

What letter?

Abigail.

How good to see you.

I brought your uniform.

Thank you.

I, um...

apologize.

It seems I won't be able
to make it home after all.

I'm sorry.

You mustn't cry.

( crying )

It's not your fault.

Major, after you're dressed,

I will escort you to the site.

- ( rooster crows )
- ( footsteps approach )

( gasping )

Morning!

Closing statements.

( horses neighing )

This is an excellent likeness.

Did you study portraiture
back in Europe?

Major Tallmadge, allow me
to say that it's an honor

to properly make
your acquaintance.

I wonder if you might
indulge my curiosity.

Do you remember the first
time you heard my name?

Oh, I remember it well.

It was a brisk Thursday,
January of '77.

Mr. Nathaniel Sackett,
a friend of mine,

he was telling me how he had managed to
place a man within your inner circle

posing as a Coldstream Guard.

That man was later killed
by a knife to the throat,

as was Mr. Sackett.

I would like you to accept my
personal apology for Mr. Sackett.

My orders to Lieutenant Gamble

were to avoid violence
at all costs.

I accept.

Though I will not apologize
for the punishment

that Lieutenant Gamble
received in kind.

Gamble knew well the risks
of our particular business.

I suppose that Sackett
knew the risks as well.

I must say that he was
quite impressed

with the ruse that you concocted
with Sutherland and Shanks.

A master stroke,
he would have called it.

Hardly.

I sometimes wonder if Sackett

would have seen right
through Benedict Arnold.

Arnold was a failure.

Culper is the master stroke.

Seeing as I'm about to take
a vow of eternal silence,

who was Culper's contact
in York City?

I had a classmate
in Yale College

by the name of Nathan Hale.

I followed him
into the army in '76.

He was tracked and caught
by Robert Rogers

and subsequently
hanged as a spy.

And you think his case
and mine are alike?

He did his duty for his country.

You did yours for your king.

And I want you to know that
I see the honor in both.

Then you're mistaken.

I didn't do it for the king.

I did it for a woman.

That is the loss I regret
more so than my own life.

( bangs )

Called to order.

All parties present?

Dada.

( Wakefield clears throat )

Does the Crown or the prisoner

have any closing
statements to make?

Yes, Your Honor.

( clears throat )

Are these... are these final
statements of a lengthy nature?

Mine shall take
quite some time, yes.

Then the prisoner
will proceed first.

The prisoner? The Crown
should speak first.

Your Honor, I beg you, hold to the
practice and the procedure...

( voice fades )

Richard:
proper justice.

I killed him.

I killed Thomas.
I killed my brother.

I killed...
I killed Thomas.

I started the riots
at King's College.

It was a prank that went
wrong, but I started it.

I felt responsible... responsible
for his life, so I took it.

I took his intended.
I took his inheritance.

I took his good Tory name,
but it wasn't me.

It was never me, and...

You ask who I am.

I don't know.

I buried that man
along with my brother.

I thought that maybe
one day I'd meet him again

in the soul of the son
that I named after him.

And on that day
I'd tell him that I lied.

Then I lied to try and make
things right, but it didn't work.

It didn't work.

But I can't lie anymore.

And as for these crimes that
I'm accused of committing...

my only regret is that I
didn't commit them sooner.

Right.

( bangs gavel )

Guilty.

Death by hanging.

( band playing )

( horse whinnies )

This is illegal, a lynching!

Captain Wakefield.

Ensign Meadows.
Scout, 27th Foot.

Colonel Cooke
is en route and wishes...

Captain Wakefield
is otherwise engaged.

Whatever your business is,
it can wait.

If death takes too long,

we may pull down on the
legs of the condemned

in order to speed along mercy.

♪ Well,
was it worth it? ♪

♪ Was it worth
the price? ♪

♪ The horrors of war? ♪

♪ The loss of life? ♪

It'll be but a momentary pang.

♪ I saw a man ♪

♪ Hanging in the wind ♪

♪ I saw a man ♪

♪ Hanging in the wind... ♪

( clears throat )

The accused, Abraham Woodhull...

having been found guilty
of espionage against America,

shall hereby
be executed as a spy.

If the condemned has any last
words, let him speak them now.

I pray that you all
bear me witness

that I meet my fate
like a brave man.

( choking )

( shouts, gasping )

( grunts )

- ( shouting )
- ( gasping )

( groans )

Help!
Help me!

Help me!

Shoot every man
that stands at the gallows.

Men, present arms!
Take aim at the Rangers.

Ranger:
Captain.

Captain Simcoe, look there, sir.

I told you Colonel
Cooke was en route.

( thuds )

John Graves Simcoe!

Rangers at attention.

Explain yourself, Captain.

We're hanging a traitor, sir.

Not that, man.

Explain your wanton destruction

of one's cordwood, of one's hay,

sheep, and horse.

( stuttering ) Those fields belonged
to men sheltering criminals, sir.

They belonged to me!

To the army.

I think your talents ought to
be put to better use elsewhere,

perhaps the front where
you can destroy the enemy

rather than our own resources

or good Tory neighbors.

The Rangers are needed to protect
the people of this town.

There have been frequent raids.

People of Setauket,

do you feel protected
by this man?

- All: No!
- Man: We don't!

( gasping )

Those names, those fields,

and DeJong to take the message

after I blocked
your correspondence.

I underestimated you,
Magistrate.

So it was sentiment.

Get out of my town,

you pathetic amateur.

Captain Simcoe, clear the field.

Rangers, fall in.

( gasping )

( murmuring )

Mrs. Arnold.

His thoughts were
with you in the end.

Now, it's only a matter of time

before your role in all
of this is discovered.

I suggest you cross the lines
as quick as you can manage.

Why?

Rivington: "When the
epic strain was sung,

the poet by his neck was hung,

and to his cost
he found too late,

the dung-born tribe
decides his fate."

Our Andrí will be avenged.

All:
Hear, hear!

- ( men muttering )
- Is that Arnold?

Man:
Turncoat...

Mr. Rivington.

Brigadier General
Benedict Arnold

at your service, sir.

I wish to publish
a proclamation,

"To the Inhabitants
of America."

Can you afford the space, sir?

That is, after all
the ink you purchased

to publish your exoneration
by the American court.

( men laughing )

I can afford that and more.

Drink.

Whatever's cheapest.

Here you are, sir.
Our best ale on the house.

Do you know who I am?

I believe so, sir.

I read the "Gazette."

Don't believe
everything you read.

Some claim my defection
a failure.

They don't know
our plans were betrayed

by a treacherous ring
of rebel spies.

Oh, that story was not printed.

It was their young leader
who sabotaged me.

He'll come to regret that.

I'll find his spies wherever
they lie in their filth

and I'll drag them
screaming to the gallows.

Then you can read about that.

No one will ever know the
true measure of my sacrifice.

It is difficult
to measure sacrifice.

Often it seems to me

that it is a road with no end.

Of course there's an end.

The end is death.

Mr. Rivington.

What is it, Townsend?

I'd like to buy
an advertisement.

( music playing )