TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 3, Episode 8 - Mended - full transcript

We have lost not one
Culper, but both.

Robert Rogers.

I should have known.

He's always been a thorn
in our side, sir.

Indeed, but these wounds
are self-inflicted.

I feel as if my eyes
have been gouged out.

We are blind to the enemy
in New York once again.

Sir, I have failed you.

I wish to resign my post
as head of intelligence.

So, Arnold wants a second
bite of the apple, does he?

"I'm so far recovered
I can walk with ease



and expect to be
on horseback soon.

¿10,000 shall be engaged
for my services

whether the contest be finished
by sword or by treaty."

( vocalizing )

Hmm, requests
a meeting in person.

- This could be our chance.
- This could be a hoax.

I don't trust the man.

General Arnold once told me
you can be a soldier

or you can be a spy,
but you can't be both.

Nonsense.
They go hand in glove.

There is nothing more necessary
than good intelligence

and nothing requires
greater pains to obtain.

You did not retreat from
the heat of battle, Ben.

Why are you deserting me now?



Why contact us now?
Did they not exonerate him?

Yes, but read closer.

"I took Ticonderoga.
I triumphed at Saratoga.

I defended myself
at Middlebrook,

yet still they deny me
what I am owed."

Middlebrook.

This is strictly about his
finances now, or lack thereof.

He defended himself at Middlebrook,
yes, but not in battle.

From court-martial.

An officer of Arnold's rank

must be tried
by a jury of his peers.

The only place to find
that many generals

would be the rebel camp itself.

Washington is at Middlebrook.

I do not accept
your resignation.

We may have lost
our man in New York,

but we have not lost
our woman there.

Sir, a foray against Washington's
camp would be perilous.

Were the regulars
to march out of New York,

the rebels would
surely be alerted.

I'll dispatch the provincial
militia from Stony Point.

Give Bill Tryon
a crack at the old fox.

Washington will never
see them coming.

Washington will never
see Arnold coming.

We have no need of Arnold.

He's stuck in
Philadelphia, as are you.

You haven't been the same
since we left there, John.

You're seeking
to win back a woman

while I am trying
to end this war.

♪ 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. ♪

( chatter )

( footsteps approach )

( distant sawing )

What happened?

The standard bearer was shot.

They used the colors
as a tourniquet.

Where was this?

Franklin Township.

Ben, you all right?

Yes.

I just hope it can be mended.

I... I spoke
with Washington

about the ring.

And, well, he reminded me

that we do still have one
asset left to us in New York.

Abigail?

I haven't heard from her
since I sent Cicero back.

Well, perhaps it's time you
renewed your acquaintance, then.

( sighs )

I have no way to contact her.

You could pay her a visit.

A man we'd have
to smuggle into the city.

You can enter on a pass.

Abigail can't get me a pass.

No, but an officer can.

I haven't exchanged
a word with Ed...

With Major Hewlett

since I left him at the altar.

Right, so maybe
he wants some answers.

I can't lie to him again.

Anna, just think of it
as doing your duty.

All right? For Washington.
For your country.

A lie for my country
is still a lie.

Sometimes you ask
too much of people.

I know.

I know there's nothing
more painful for you.

Nor is there anything more
necessary for the cause.

We make sacrifices so that
others don't have to.

Anna's voice:
"Dear Edmund...

I write to you
with a heavy heart

and against my better instincts,

but write I must,

though I suppose you never
wished to hear from me again.

If that is the case,
I will respect your wishes."

( men laughing )

"I owe you an explanation

so that this gaping wound
can, if not be healed,

then at least be closed.

Such sorrow, however,

cannot be conveyed
through the post.

I beg the opportunity
to come to New York

and speak to you in person.

( laughing )

I'll drink to that!

Gentlemen, we are about to
change the course of history.

And to the victors
go the spoils.

Honors and riches
and girls with no britches.

( laughing )

I've been spoiling for another
chance at Washington.

I intend to flank him
and collapse his center

as I did to Arnold
at Ridgefield.

It seems I chose the right man.

I would caution you, William,

not to deal the rebels
too heavy a blow.

How's that?

Cooke wants the war to
end, but not just yet.

My fields on Long Island have
never been more numerous.

Nor more profitable.

- ( laughing )
- To Washington's health.

May he survive the battle
long enough to hang.

- ( laughing )
- There you are.

Mr. Townsend,
if you please.

Townsend.

Psst.

More Madeira.

General Clinton, it is an honor
to have you in our presence.

I intend to be back with
something to celebrate.

Perhaps I shall leave
the bottle, gentlemen,

so that you will not
be disturbed.

Um, Townsend.

My sources say
big things are afoot.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

We better stock up.
Business will be booming.

That's a pity.
I was thinking

of traveling back to Oyster
Bay to visit my father

and perhaps, James,
to remain there.

I'm thinking
of selling my stake.

( chuckles ) Well,
you'll change your tune

as soon as you read
Saturday's headlines.

I'm quite sure I won't.

But I assure you the news
will make your heart sing

and your purse groan.

♪ Yankee Doodle
came to town ♪

♪ For to buy a firelock ♪

All:
♪ We will tar

♪ And so we will
John Hancock ♪

♪ When old Georgie
took the field ♪

♪ He proved
an arrant coward ♪

♪ He wouldn't fight
the British there ♪

♪ For fear
of being devoured ♪

♪ Then old Georgie
grew so bold ♪

♪ He said there's
no man greater ♪

♪ But he will sing
a mournful tune ♪

♪ When he's hanged
as a traitor. ♪

( laughing )

( laughter echoing )

( clock ticking )

( echoing ) ♪ He will
sing a mournful tune ♪

♪ When he's hanged
as a traitor. ♪

( laughter echoing )

( horse whinnying )

( birds calling )

( rifle cocks )

- Halt!
- Easy.

Easy.
It's only me.

Doubt he'd pick off a man while
he's doing his business.

Caleb: Don't you
dare piss on me.

( whispering ) Are you
out of your bloody mind?

Just act natural.
He can't see me.

I mean taking a shot at Simcoe.

- What?
- I heard them talking. He was wounded.

That wasn't me, you bastard.
That was your wife.

- She's the crazy one.
- What?

Yeah, that's what I thought
when I saw her at Whitehall

running around with your rifle.

Now hurry up and show him some
shite before he gets suspicious.

It was her
who sent them after me.

She used me
as a bloody decoy, Abe.

Who the hell did you marry?

I'm still finding out.

We need to get out of here.

All of us.
Right now.

Yeah, well, there's
a problem with that.

Thanks to your wife,
I ain't got a boat.

Take Robeson's.
He won't miss it.

Oh, Caleb, stay downwind.

( bell ringing )

Peggy: We'll require
seating for 20.

Plus a few on the groom's side.

20? In total?

I had more bridesmaids.

Not everyone can be
accommodated at short notice.

What will I tell my friends?

Would you prefer to tell
them your daughter eloped?

This is all so sudden, Peggy.

- ( door opens ) - Is there
another guest on the way?

- No, Mother.
- ( door closes )

Every time I'm here, there seem
to be fewer and fewer servants.

Won't be long before
we outnumber them.

Haven't you been reimbursed
by the Congress yet?

You needn't worry, sir.
I will get what I am owed.

I've been offered command
of the fort at West Point.

West Point?

It's not a field command, but
it's a very important position.

Who better to command Fort Arnold
than the man it's named after?

Am I not to remain
in Philadelphia?

Who will oversee Penn Mansion?

Well, whomever
I sell it to, I suppose.

But you just had it restored.

( clock ticking )

- ( birds chirping )
- ( horse whinnies )

Cavil, you're to stand
down from your post.

I require you for a guard duty.

What happened?

Did he do that to you?

You said Rogers
had you watching someone.

- Tell me again, who was it?
- My wife and child.

- How are they?
- Answer the question.

Answer mine.

Mrs. Woodhull braved the entire
assault from her bathtub.

I believe the boy
slept through it.

It was John Robeson,
as I already told you.

Would you swear to that on the
lives of your wife and child?

And on my own.

- Come with us.
- ( horse snorts )

I knew it.
Bloody well knew it.

Washington's made
a pact with the devil.

He's promised Rochambeau
if the rebels win,

the French can help themselves
to all of New England.

Allemachtig!

Are you saying across
the sound would be France?

It ain't ever
gonna happen, though.

Excuse us.

Not you.

I know you killed Captain Joyce.

What?

No, no, no.
It was Clayton.

That's what Robert Rogers
said to protect you.

Isn't that right, Woodhull?

It was him.
He's the murderer.

He's the one trying
to cover his...

Where is Robert Rogers?

I swear I haven't
seen him in years.

- Then where's your boat?
- My boat?

The one you used to smuggle on the London
trade, the boat he used to evade me.

We found his craft
near Frog's Cove.

When we searched for yours,
we found it missing.

My boat's gone?
( grunts )

Woodhull was assigned
to watch you.

Who were you assigned to watch?

- Nobody.
- Who else does Rogers control?!

( screaming )

( moaning )

Who did Rogers
have you watching?

( exhales )

It was an accident.

He should have been
more careful.

( chatter )

Not the first time I've had
to carry him out of here.

Spent a lot of time
in the tavern, did he?

- Boone: You'd think he owned the place.
- Aye.

Robeson was your best customer?

I wouldn't say so, no.
He owed me money.

Then why didn't you collect?

Woodhull was watching Robeson.

Robeson was watching you.

- What?
- He knew all their dirty secrets.

- And yours.
- What secret?

The one you're going to tell me.

But I don't...
I don't have any...

My rum, my rum!
I buy it from a privateer.

- The London trade?
- Yeah, yeah. The black market.

That's all I did.
I swear!

I don't even know Roger Roberts.

( horse snorts, nickers )

You come from
far afield, mister?

All the way from York City.

I'm thinking
of selling my business

and I heard there was land here

going for cheap previously
owned by rebels.

Well, Setauket's a sleepy town
compared to what you're used to.

( door opens )

Please don't kill me!

- ( people murmuring )
- Please help me!

I'm innocent!

I'll be the judge of that.

( crowd murmuring )

People of Setauket,
pay close attention.

( crying )

( people gasp )

( horse whinnies )

- ( goat bleats )
- ( bell jingles )

( chatter )

Which of these people

did Rogers command you to watch?

I want names!

DeJong:
I haven't any.

With God as my witness,

I... I would tell you
if I did!

I want names!

( sobbing )

You poor pathetic soul.

I know what's bedeviling you.

You're scared of Robert Rogers.

But you should be scared of me.

Whatever he's
threatened you with

is nothing compared
to what I will do

unless those aiding and
abetting him come forward.

( people murmuring )

( goat bleats )

So be it.

I will raze this town if I must!

( woman gasps )

Jesus, that poor man.

( whispering ) What
are you doing here?

I was going to ask myself
the same thing.

Lovely town, by the way.

Can't imagine why
I didn't visit earlier.

I'll set off towards my farm.

Wait two minutes, then follow.

( birds chirping )

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

( bird calling )

- You're being followed?
- Yeah, yeah.

- No, no, no. It's Townsend.
- What?

Townsend.

Dear God, what is that smell?

( clears throat )

Morning.

- What's he doing here?
- Getting me out of town.

Are we taking him as well?

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Listen, listen, you came here
for a reason, all right?

- We don't have time for old grudges.
- Just shut it.

The man has his rights.

And we do have business
to square, so...

I'm sorry what happened
to your father.

Abe's orders
were as clear as day.

He was not to be touched.
So that's on me.

It should've never happened.

You can knock me if you like
to even things up.

- Caleb.
- I'm serious. Eye for an eye.

- Caleb, he's a Quaker. He
doesn't believe... - ( grunts )

Jesus!

Knew I loved this bastard.

- Abe: All right, quiet.
- ( Caleb groans )

Robert, you need
to start talking.

- We thought you were out.
- I am.

But this is bigger than me.

This needs to get
to Washington with haste.

They know where your camp is.

It's only a matter of time.

Shite.

Well, I got Robeson's boat
stashed at the Fingers.

I heard. Simcoe thought
he lent it to Rogers.

Killed Robeson
right in front of me.

Jesus. Well, let's grab your
family and get you out of here.

No.

- No?
- No.

Townsend is right.

There's no time
to waste, all right?

- You'll be faster without us.
- Woody, I'm not leaving here without you.

I can't go, Caleb.

I can't go as it stands alright.
Simcoe, he's chasing a ghost.

I'm the one who set him off.
He will burn down Setauket.

No, he will burn you.
That is what he'll do.

Look, this man had every
reason to run, all right?

But instead he ran to us.

'Cause he's the only man
who could.

Now, if you don't get this
to Washington, who will?

If I don't stand up
to Simcoe, who will?

I was wondering if there had
been any callers from town.

Someone who may have brought
information on Rogers.

No.

Pity.

They leave me no choice.

I'm compelled
to strike at random

until the conspiracy
comes to light.

No, surely there's a better way.

If there is,
I'm not aware of it.

Though as magistrate, you know
this town better than anyone.

You already have a list
of suspected Whigs

and of people who haven't
paid their taxes to the king.

Rogers is too clever to be found
amongst the usual suspects.

What makes you so sure
he's still here?

He missed his chance
to kill you.

A clever man
would cut his losses.

But he and I are cut
from the same cloth.

Neither of us will cease until
our enemy has been destroyed.

What I require are secrets.

Greed, revenge, perversions.

The sort of secrets that cannot
be hidden in a small town.

The sort of secrets that can
be used against someone.

Not by me, of course,

but by Rogers.

If you give me time,
I will draw up a list

based upon what I know.

Be quick about it.

There's no telling
when Rogers will strike next.

Any old iron?

Philomena:
Thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Any old iron?

Any old iron?

Hello, Philomena.

Have we...

- Robert Rogers?
- In the flesh.

( laughs ) Haven't seen
you since the disaster.

- Major Rogers.
- Aye.

You're a wanted man.

I can cut your throat faster
than you can scream for help.

Now, I have it
on very good authority

that you have taken up
with the major again.

We're not together, I swear.

Don't try to play me.
I have seen your acting.

Either you're going to help me

to give the major
his comeuppance

or you're going to get it.

You don't have to force me to betray him.
He already has that coming.

He's a liar and a cad.

I did everything he asked
and how does he thank me?

By dressing me up like some
trollop from Philadelphia.

Aye.

And after he's used you up,
he throws you away, hmm?

What do you want?

I aim to know the major's
comings and goings,

but seeing as I am a wanted man,

well, there are places
I cannot go.

But you can.

( chatter )

- ( music playing )
- ( chatter )

Major Hewlett,

there's a young lady who bears
a pass with your signature.

If you won't admit her, may I?

Major Hewlett.

Mrs. Strong.

May we speak privately?

Anything you have to say
to me can be said here.

You look well.

Well, looks can be
deceiving, as you know.

I'm still an officer,
but it's merely a formality.

I'll be cashiered once I
make it back to England.

It... it wasn't my aim
to disgrace you.

Yes, it was.
In order to save me.

You knew that the judge
would challenge

the authenticity of the divorce.

How did you know that I
would take the blame?

Because of who you are.

The kind of man
that can't beat Simcoe.

- No.
- I could have taken him. I took him before.

I wasn't protecting
you from Simcoe.

It was Abraham.

He was plotting to kill you.

Why didn't you warn me?

Because I was a spy, too.

I had to choose
between the two of you

and I found a third way.

I figured it was better for you

to fall on your own sword
than to perish from his.

( cup thuds )

You've played me for a fool.

When you jumped out of that boat,
I thought it was out of loyalty.

It was, for my country.

And for Abe.

At first...

I encouraged your
affections to protect him.

But as you and I grew closer,

I discovered you were
a man of honor,

of intellect,

of kindness.

Why did you come here?

To give you the truth.

You deserve it.

I mean, why were you sent?

Look around, Edmund.

You could have me arrested.

I chose to tell you this
on my own accord

and against my orders

because I cannot
tell another lie

to a man who never lied to me.

Did you ever love me?

When I proposed we leave America

and marry, I meant that.

Answer my question.

Did you ever love me?

We were both swept up
by our passions.

I by my infatuation with you,

and you by your love
for a married man.

It is good that
you've quit Abraham.

Now I must quit you.

( door opens )

( door closes )

( chatter )

What on earth?
Caleb?

Compliments of Culper...
Jr. and Sr.

What?

Where is he?
Where is Abe?

Setauket. Ring's not as
dead as you thought.

"Washington Trounced
in Tryon Triumph."

There's a ring to it. Yet I
wonder if that rings false.

Not long ago you informed me
that Culper Jr. had quit.

Now he's riding to Setauket
as if he were Paul Revere.

Perhaps he was driven
to the enemy.

Or perhaps he's just
settling scores.

No, sir.
He settled them.

He got it out
of his system, trust me.

In any case, the enemy knows
precisely where we are.

We must decamp
beyond harm's way.

What, and let Clinton
get the better of us?

Sir, rather than merely
dodging a blow,

why not hit back so hard that he'll
think twice about ever trying it again?

This credits the victory to
Governor Tryon's Tory militia,

which we know to be
stationed at Stony Point.

Now, surely he'll devote most
of his forces to the attack,

leaving the garrison
undermanned.

A small force of light infantry

could penetrate their defenses
under the cover of darkness.

I thought one couldn't be
a soldier and a spy.

We set off at sundown.

Now, Lieutenant Brewster
is passing out pieces of paper

that will help you
distinguish friend from foe.

Right, pin them on your noggin,

anywhere you don't
want to get nicked.

- ( men chuckle ) - And
once inside the fort...

kill any man not wearing one.

( birds screeching )

Tryon: Abscissa
caputserpentis et emoritur.

Cut off the head of the snake
and the body will die.

Our target
is the officers' tents,

specifically Washington's.

A prize of ¿500 to the man

who captures or kills him.

We only have need of bayonets.

Remove the flints
from your weapons.

( men muttering )

We can't risk any sound that
might give away our position.

We take them by surprise
or we die.

Charge your bayonets.

To the front, march.

( grunts )

( echoes ) Where in the
hell are the rebels?!

( grunts )

( gunshot )

- We're under attack!
- ( men shouting )

Go! To arms!

( gunshot )

- We yield! We yield!
- Hold! Hold!

- Hold, hold, hold!
- Give us quarter!

Cease, men!
Cease!

The fort is ours!

( cheering )

( birds chirping )

How's your wound, Captain?

I must confess
it still pains me.

But I consider myself fortunate.

An inch or two closer and my life
would have been extinguished.

You needn't worry.

It's Rogers who will
soon be snuffed out.

Captain, a word if we may.

I haven't finished my breakfast.

Whatever you need to say can be
said in front of Mrs. Woodhull.

I have that list.

Ah, the names.

Who'd have thought
a town this size

could have so many secrets?

I would appreciate if we kept the
source of this information between us.

It'll be our secret.

You're giving him names?

Why are you helping him?

You of all people
have no right to judge me.

Clinton: Look at him.
In his cups.

We should never have sent the
militia in place of the regulars.

It's like sending boys
to do men's work.

I beg to differ. The result
wouldn't have been any different.

( cracks )

They knew we were coming.

We have a traitor in our ranks.

Gentlemen.

What are we burning?

Old news.

Washington: It's a pity that
no one can know about this.

It would have made
quite the memento.

Well, we have plenty
of other mementos, sir.

11 field pieces,
among them seven cannons,

93 men taken.

Yes.

And we can exchange them for some
of ours taken in Charleston.

Well, not before I have a chance
to interrogate the officers.

We must find out who gave away
the location of our camp.

You think it's one of our own?

Well, they would never have committed so
many men to the attack if it weren't.

( knocks )

- Miss Anna!
- Oh!

Oh, I can't believe
how you've grown.

And how old I feel saying that.

Abigail.

It's good to see you.

I'm... I'm sorry
I stopped by unannounced.

I just wanted to see you
before I left the city.

The major won't be home
until nightfall.

Have some tea.

Engaged?
My goodness.

I never knew you had
feelings for him.

Neither did I.

But it wasn't meant to be.

Is it ever?

When Akinbode
brought Cicero back,

he asked me to run away
with him to Canada.

I wasn't ready.

Besides, I didn't need
a man to lead me.

I can go on my own.

But I miss him.

And now it seems
he's gone for good.

( clock ticking )

I'm sorry.

He had to look out for himself.

And so do you.

You need to do
what you think best.

What I need to do and what I think
best are two different things.

Anna, I... I've been
working for Major Andrí.

I know.

And I don't just mean
cooking and cleaning.

I'm not here for that.

You don't have to tell me
anything you don't want to.

We're just making
conversation, right?

Major Andrí left a woman he
loves back in Philadelphia

so she could introduce him
to a Continental general there.

A general?

You want to take this one?

General Benedict Arnold.

Man:
Wilt thou love her,

honor and keep her
in sickness and in health,

and, forsaking all other,
keep thee only unto her

so long as you both shall live?

I will.

And, Margaret,
will thou take this man

to be thy wedded husband?

Wilt thou obey him,

love, honor, and keep him

in sickness and in health,

and, forsaking all other,

keep thee only unto him

so long as you both shall live?

I will.

( music playing )