TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 4, Episode 3 - Episode #4.3 - full transcript
*
- Come on.
- ( horse nickers )
Havens, take Pitt.
You two reconnoiter the area.
They should be coming
from the Sound.
Come on. Come on.
To the mill.
You could be here
for a while.
I'll try not to make
these too tight.
Look, I didn't know
that the Regulars
would come by when they did,
but they left me with no choice.
Don't worry about us.
When's the trade?
They agreed upon today,
and to a ransom of £500 on top.
Is that all?
And we get Caleb back.
That's what really matters.
We'll be fine.
You... do what
you need to do.
( door opens )
He's right, you know.
- No one could've seen Wakefield coming.
- I know.
- It was either him or us.
- I know!
Shh.
Tallmadge did
the right thing.
I didn't.
I tried to stop him
shooting the captain.
Well...
Wakefield was your friend.
If I'd have saved him,
we would have
all been shot or hanged.
I'm not--
I am a judge.
I know the law.
And I make my judgments
after careful thought
and consideration,
after weighing all sides.
But back at the farm,
in a moment like that--
You don't have time
to think.
How do you reconcile it?
You don't.
You just carry it with you
for the next time.
I prefer the law.
And I prefer farming,
but...
here we are.
Here we are.
( theme music playing )
* Hush, hush
* There's snakes
in the garden *
* Soul for sale
* Blood on the vines
* Hush, hush
* I know there will
come a day *
* They're hiding
in the color 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
Benedict:
£47 to replace a mirror?
- Everyone looks in a looking glass.
- What, in the bottom corner?
The crack's still conspicuous
and only getting worse.
- It had to be replaced.
- And what of this gown
that Zipporah says
you're having tailored?
I think it necessary
that I be dressed
- for our future engagements, don't you?
- Necessary?
Sometimes I think you have more
dresses than I have buttons.
( chuckles )
It is for appearances,
Benedict.
Yes, appearances.
Exactly.
- ( knock on door )
- Which are everything
if you want to be welcomed into
the houses of influence here.
Do it by halves and we'll find
ourselves lumped in
- with the nouveau riche.
- ( door opens )
Believe me, I'm thinking of
our future as much as you are.
Yes, and I'm thinking
of how to pay for it.
Mr. Parker to see you, sir.
Excuse me, Mrs. Arnold.
I need a moment alone
with this gentleman.
Of course.
Benedict:
Is your crew ready?
Amos: I'm down one man,
thanks to Brewster,
but I'll fill that in
today.
Good.
Then leave straightaway.
I've marked the location
for the exchange.
It's a mill
off the Connecticut shore
near the town of Lyme.
There's precisely £500 here
drawn from the commissariat,
and Colonel Cooke will expect
every single guinea delivered.
- Do you understand?
- I won't touch the ransom,
sir, but...
it does make the job
more dangerous.
I'll expect the rewards
are worth the risk.
The rewards will come
once I establish a regiment
and find myself
in need of a carrier
for undocumented goods.
What sort
of undocumented goods?
Tobacco, silk, indigo.
Any spoils that
this army can spare.
Sir.
- ( folk music playing )
- George gave me a pound.
- You should have
made it six!
- Stop!
- Woman: Follow me! Come on.
- ( overlapping chatter )
- Man: Which way?
- Woman: Just this way.
Right, you get an hour.
And there's the old bawd.
( laughs )
- ( men groan )
- Loo up, gents.
For Benedict Arnold?
Meigs:
No way, Parker.
I don't care
how much he pays.
It's five shilling, Meigs.
It's an easy job.
Like the last one
you did for that snake?
I heard how
that fell down.
That was different.
I ain't rowing to Connecticut
to trade with skinners.
Hey, hey, friend,
look.
Now, I bet you
get that dimber there
for a pair of farthings.
Told you,
I got a woman.
Right, right, trying to make
the coin stretch
till she gets back.
I say gets back
from where?
And you don't say.
- Ah, there it is!
- ( men grumble )
Looks like you're not stretching
nothing at this lanterloo.
You're right.
( chatter and music
continue )
*
Hi, boys.
For us?
No, not for me.
The job, how long?
A week, maybe.
Seen any combat?
Seen battle.
Fought a lot worse
than skinners.
Pay is three shillings.
You told him five.
Yeah.
But I know him.
And he isn't desperate.
As you were.
Simcoe:
I suspected they would
need a supplement
for such
an uneven exchange.
This money
makes it perfect.
Makes what perfect?
Our alibi.
Muster a dozen men
from the old ranks,
Roger's men.
Disguise yourself
as bandits from the north
and track Arnold's smugglers
from the port to wherever
the exchange is.
Ambush the whole lot.
Divvy the ransom
as you see fit.
The whole lot?
The rebels, the Tories,
and especially the hostages.
No survivors.
- And you, sir?
- I must remain here.
- Alibi.
- Yes, sir.
( crickets chirping )
*
( man groaning )
Please, please tell
the warden
that I know
many officers in service.
My name is Philomena Cheer.
I even served the Crown
with Major André!
I can prove it.
Please!
Now, this one ain't
your typical smuggler.
He put a hatchet
in one of my crew
from 20 foot out.
Don't get sleepy on him.
I thought you had
seen combat.
I seen him.
I know him.
Know him? How?
Tried to kill each other
couple years back.
( groaning )
( coughs )
*
( indistinct chatter )
*
Then pull down
the stalk and...
wrap around the sash.
- And the hair?
- It's the corn silk.
Keep it dry.
It'll last longer.
Thank you.
- ( men chattering )
- ( hammer clanking )
Are you Anna Strong?
I am.
May I help you,
Lieutenant--
Randall.
I understand you
and Major Tallmadge
are quite close.
I don't know where
you heard that, sir,
but I have a husband
in Philadelphia.
And I hardly think
this is your concern.
I...
I need someone
who has the major's ear.
I heard what you tried to do
for Corporal Carney's wife
before she got drummed out
and that you're sympathetic
to the conditions of the camp.
You're a Dragoon.
Why can't you bend his ear?
Because he despises me.
You're the one he beat.
The man who shot
that prisoner.
That matter was brought
before the provost,
and I was found
to be in the right.
And I'm still
in the right.
Did you know
the entire regiment
is waiting on a year's pay?
I do, but Major Tallmadge
isn't in charge of that--
He can speak to the commander.
I know Washington favors him.
And they need to be warned
of what's happening among
their ranks.
Warned of what?
I fear if their grievances
are not properly addressed,
they shall seek
restitution in blood.
Let Tallmadge know.
*
*
( knocking on door )
- ( door opens )
- Abigail: Excuse me,
is the lady of the house home?
- Zipporah: Who's asking?
- I used to work here
with Mrs. Arnold.
Zipporah:
Oh. Well, she doesn't
want business...
and your job is taken.
I understand.
I do not wish to impose,
but can I leave a message?
Mrs. Arnold doesn't have
any time for any messages.
Peggy:
Abigail!
( footsteps approach )
Cicero, is that you?
Come in, come in!
I'm sorry, Mrs. Arnold.
I know you didn't expect us.
Don't apologize.
You're a welcome sight.
I know it's been
a while since we were sent
to the Continental side.
And I was just telling her
her position's taken.
And now she is
getting it back.
I'll give you
an extra crown
if you can clear out
your things within the hour.
I should warn you,
a Negro vagrant's
been skulking around here.
Said he came down
from up north
looking for her
and her boy.
Tall, shifty-looking.
- Did he say his name?
- Zipporah: So you do know him.
It's not longer
your concern, Zipporah.
Clear out your things.
He'll be back,
Mrs. Arnold.
Just you see.
And remember,
I'm still Peggy,
not Mrs. Arnold.
Now come,
we have much to discuss.
Men:
One! Two! Three!
( grunts )
Men:
One! Two! Three!
( grunts )
Get him out.
*
( grunts )
I know you.
You're a Ranger.
( coughing )
He just said
you're a Queen's Ranger.
Well, that's something
you mention
before you start trading men
across the Sound.
Used to be with them,
but not no more.
Who you trading me for?
Some local magistrate
and his son-- Woodhull.
( seagulls screeching )
*
Peggy:
Benedict?
I waited past the noon bell
to meet with him, Peggy.
Even then, Clinton adjourned
my council until the ninth.
And he was in with
just a young adjutant
the whole time.
God only knows
what they were doing.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- Mrs. Arnold!
Benedict, you remember
Abigail and her son, Cicero.
Yes, they were
in service here
before my residence.
Well, they've returned,
and I thought it fit
to reinstate them.
Peggy, I have
given you many liberties,
but this is not one of them.
And now I have
three to board.
- I sent Zipporah away.
- What?
I wouldn't have taken
such action
if I did not believe it
to be in your favor.
Allow me to be the judge
of what is in my favor.
It's been over a month
since we sent you
to deliver
Major André's uniform.
The Continentals
do not honor
the freedom papers
we were given, sir.
So you were captured?
No, but passage back
was difficult.
( sighs )
Why must you bring
a reminder of André
into our home?
The royal officers
blame me for his mistakes.
Dearest, don't you see?
By bringing in people
of his life,
it shows
you honor his memory
and sacrifice,
just as those officers do.
I'll allow it.
On a provisional basis.
But dock two crowns on account
of her son's lodging.
Do not worry.
All this will soon
be forgotten.
*
- ( grunting )
- ( rain pattering )
You think they'll take us
back to Setauket or York City?
I hope Setauket.
I assume York City.
That's what I was thinking.
Cooke'll want to see
what he paid for.
Could be a chance
to get a look at his books.
Now you want to spy
on Jonathan Cooke?
Well, with your help,
of course.
That's not what I meant.
No, I know,
but think about it.
He handles the war chest.
If I can get to him...
we can find out
where their pounds
are spent.
And where they send
their sterling
will tell you where
they'll send their army.
"Money is a good soldier."
Don't quote Shakespeare.
That's my trick.
Here.
You want a bite?
Bribery now, huh?
Are there no ends
you won't go to?
Haven't found one yet.
To think I dreamed one day
you'd be an officer
in the King's Army.
( chuckles )
No.
No, Thomas was always
the fighter, not me.
My Thomas was older
and stronger.
You were always the fighter.
*
- ( wind howling )
- ( wood creaking )
You know, the truth is
when I was a boy...
I wanted
to wear that redcoat
more than anything.
If you truly
want to get your eyes
on the Crown's ledgers,
you're gonna have
to entice Cooke
with something more
than ham and cabbage.
What do you suggest?
They've arrived.
It's time.
( exhales )
*
( crows cawing )
*
( Caleb grunting )
( chatter )
*
Ben:
Caleb?
What have you done to him?
Eh?
There weren't no terms
for his constitution,
just that he was living.
Well, I'm sure we can find
a way to even it out.
No, no, there'll be
no blood for blood today.
You Judge Woodhull?
- Send him over.
- Send the money.
Brewster for the one.
The money for the other.
You pick first trade.
- I'll go.
- Me.
The judge.
( chatter )
- It's all right.
- ( grunts )
Is that--
that's Akin-balls.
Simcoe's gonna love
seeing that scalp.
Now the son.
( rifles cocking )
( man imitates bird call )
( rifles cocking )
( man imitates bird call )
Something ain't right.
You have
any more friends here?
- What?
- It ain't them.
- ( gunshot )
- Get--
- ( high-pitched ringing )
- ( gunfire )
The mill!
- Get to the mill!
- Havens: Come on, get inside!
Move!
Come on, hurry!
God damn it,
come on!
- ( pounding, gunfire )
- Cover the windows.
- You goddamn priggers!
- What the hell was that?!
- You brought men!
- Hey, the enemy is out there!
They fired on all of us.
Now lower your weapons!
Cover the window!
( indistinct voices
echoing )
*
Go on,
get the boat ready.
I'll hold them off.
There!
Go out there!
( men shout )
Should we reload?
No, he's empty, too.
We've been looking
for you, deserter.
Why come back now?
Don't know.
Why kill your own side?
Let's answer him, boys!
( all grunting )
Who else saw me?
( shouting )
( gasps )
Hey!
*
( panting )
There's two
behind the rocks.
Three behind the woodpile.
Ben:
They got the money.
What are they still doing here?
Who the hell are they?
Looked like Vermonters.
What, with bayonets?
He's, uh...
He's still out there.
We should...
- He's gone.
- He fell.
He's gone!
Look at me.
He's gone.
But you're not.
- You still with me?
- Yeah.
We're gonna need
all you've got as well.
Come on.
I count five more
at the rear.
That's 10.
We gotta surrender.
They're here to kill us.
We don't know what side
they fight on.
- It doesn't matter.
- Havens: No, he's right.
If they're skinners,
we should talk to them.
If they're cowboys,
he should.
Now, we'll make
a white flag
- and we'll--
- ( gunshot )
( chatter )
- Good day, General.
- Is it?
Madeira.
I feel as though
I should apologize
over the Brewster mishap.
No need.
Fault lies in the principles
of our fellow officers.
Colonel Cooke does
seem to value commerce
over justice.
And Clin--
and others are no better.
Couldn't agree more.
This war would be over
if we had leaders
who were unafraid
to finish it.
Forgive me,
but it seems
something else
is troubling you.
Did you manage
to resolve the matter
of the prisoner exchange?
Yes, yes.
It's all been arranged.
Ah, good.
Do you have
a wife, Simcoe?
No, but one day,
I hope.
You hope because you lack
experience of it.
Wives are wonderful creatures,
to be sure,
but they sometimes
press for favors
that go against
our better judgment.
- Like that woman
you had arrested.
- What woman?
I saw her at Bridewell
while Brewster was there,
and then at Kennedy House
not long before.
Oh, Philomena Cheer.
No, she has nothing to--
why do you say this?
I merely observed
a disagreement
between her
and Mrs. Arnold
that night.
What night?
At Kennedy House?
Mmm, though I may have
misread the exchange.
Excuse me.
*
*
They're gonna try
to burn us out.
All right, we have to--
we have to mount a sortie.
We need to try to find
a way to surprise them,
try to take out
as many as we can
while we still have a chance.
This leads to the trace.
An escape?
No, no, but a least
a way for one of us
to get behind them,
create a flank or some kind
of distraction at least.
I'm going.
Abe, Abe, no.
I'll wait for your signal,
then I'll draw their fire
towards me.
- Abe, you're in
no condition--
- It won't matter.
There's still
10 of them,
4 of us.
Caleb: Six.
There's six of us.
*
- Hey.
- Hmm?
The torches
are nearly done.
- Get ready.
- Righto.
( rustling )
Ranger:
Ah, there we go.
That's something.
Fisher, hey,
what's taking so long?
You've got enough loot.
Now come on!
( coins jingle )
*
Ben:
Come on, hurry.
He's waiting for our signal.
( gears groaning )
( grunting )
*
Ranger:
Fire's almost ready.
Where the hell did
Thorburn get off to?
And Cole and Mackey?
Chasing down stragglers.
It doesn't matter.
There's only
a few left in there.
We'll smoke 'em out.
Now cover me.
*
( gunshots )
He must be in position
by now, eh?
You ready?
Always.
All right, come on.
Light each corner.
I'll throw one on the roof
for good measure.
( men shout )
No!
Come around!
( gunshot )
( gunshot )
Retreat! Retreat!
*
( indistinct voices
echoing )
( muffled cries )
( indistinct voices
echoing )
( groaning )
- ( shouts )
- ( blade pierces )
( coins jingle )
- ( chatter )
- ( hammer clanking )
*
Excuse me,
Colonel Hamilton?
Uh, I have
an urgent matter
to discuss with you.
Why come to me with this?
Because Major Tallmadge
is away on a mission.
What mission?
Never mind.
And pay this warning
no mind either.
There are always
rumors of discontent.
These are not
just rumors,
I fear.
And the grievance is not
just among the enlisted,
but the officers as well.
Well, perhaps
they should revolt, then.
What?
It could be just
what this army needs.
I-- I don't understand.
I have written to Congress
about the needs of this army
more times
than I can count.
How can we expect them
to listen to us
when they don't even
listen to each other?
They can't all
be like that.
Madam, you don't know
these men like I do.
My husband serves
in Congress, sir.
Well, then what
do you need me for?
Or the general?
You can write
to Congress yourself
and secure the bounties
and back pay we need
to forestall mutiny.
- ( distant horse neighs )
- ( door opens )
*
( laughter, chatter )
Anna:
"My Dearest Selah,
I write you with news
that I...
am now safely
in the New Windsor Encampment.
It has been too long,
and there is so much
I must tell you,
but I write you
this letter now
not only as your wife,
but as someone who is witness
to a growing crisis
here in camp.
Conditions and pay
for the men here
are unfair,
even cruel,
and I fear some soldiers
are on the verge
of a great revolt,
one which could upend
our entire cause.
We need someone here like you,
someone from Congress,
to see with his own eyes
and hear with his own ears
the plight of the army
before it becomes
too late.
I beg of you to come here
as soon as you can, Selah,
for all our sake."
- ( door clangs shut )
- ( keys jingle )
( lock clicks )
Miss Cheer.
You attest to have been
in the service
of the Crown at one time.
Yes. I assisted
Major André.
- How?
- I helped him persuade
a Continental general,
Charles Lee,
to recognize the favor
of Great Britain.
Charles Lee?
But I don't understand
how that could have led
to these accusations
against me.
I can't imagine
who would name me
as disloyal to the Crown.
A Mr. Frederick Morgan
testified against you.
Freddy?
What would he have to do
with any of this?
I only know him be--
What?
What is it?
I can grant you
exoneration
if you have counter-evidence
which proves out.
Did he tell you
who paid his account?
Hmm?
When he arranged my hair?
No.
It was Major André.
And only when he wished
for me to resemble...
Miss Shippen.
Did he not mention that?
Should I be concerned,
Abigail,
about this man
Zipporah mentioned?
Oh, I think not.
Maybe someone I knew
from the market.
Well, if it is a worry,
I hope you would trust me
- as I do you.
- ( door opens, slams )
Benedict, you've come home
just in time f-- f--
( screams )
You have taken me
for a fool!
Get out!
You lying,
lascivious wench.
I have given you
everything of me!
Everything!
My money, my country.
- God, my honor!
- Benedict, what are
you talking about?
( pounds table )
John André!
I've spoken to your rival,
Miss Cheer,
and learned how you used
your molly friend
to manipulate me.
- Whatever that woman said--
- And like a blind man,
I refused to believe
that you pined
for that worm,
despite his
pathetic bloody efforts
to win you back.
*
Oh, yes.
The good major demanded--
no, begged
that we break off
our engagement.
£10,000 he offered
to win your hand.
Not to worry,
I happily informed
our hanged friend
that his light-heeled whore
was already
well broken in.
( whispers )
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
I wish you would have died
instead of John.
I wish it with
your every breath!
Good.
Then you wish for a gull
and a coward!
*
"The Turtle Dove"
playing
* Fare you well,
my dear *
* I must be gone
* And leave you
for a while *
* If I roam away
* I'll come back again
* Though I roam
10,000 miles,
my dear *
* Though I roam
10,000 miles *
* So fair thou art
- * My bonny lass...
- ( wagon rattling )
* So deep in love
am I *
* But I never will
prove false *
* To the bonny lass
I love *
* Till the stars fall
from the sky, my dear *
* Till the stars
fall from the sky *
* O yonder doth sit
* That little turtle dove
* He doth sit
on yonder high tree *
* A-making a moan
* For the loss
of his love *
* As I will do
for thee *
*
- Come on.
- ( horse nickers )
Havens, take Pitt.
You two reconnoiter the area.
They should be coming
from the Sound.
Come on. Come on.
To the mill.
You could be here
for a while.
I'll try not to make
these too tight.
Look, I didn't know
that the Regulars
would come by when they did,
but they left me with no choice.
Don't worry about us.
When's the trade?
They agreed upon today,
and to a ransom of £500 on top.
Is that all?
And we get Caleb back.
That's what really matters.
We'll be fine.
You... do what
you need to do.
( door opens )
He's right, you know.
- No one could've seen Wakefield coming.
- I know.
- It was either him or us.
- I know!
Shh.
Tallmadge did
the right thing.
I didn't.
I tried to stop him
shooting the captain.
Well...
Wakefield was your friend.
If I'd have saved him,
we would have
all been shot or hanged.
I'm not--
I am a judge.
I know the law.
And I make my judgments
after careful thought
and consideration,
after weighing all sides.
But back at the farm,
in a moment like that--
You don't have time
to think.
How do you reconcile it?
You don't.
You just carry it with you
for the next time.
I prefer the law.
And I prefer farming,
but...
here we are.
Here we are.
( theme music playing )
* Hush, hush
* There's snakes
in the garden *
* Soul for sale
* Blood on the vines
* Hush, hush
* I know there will
come a day *
* They're hiding
in the color 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
Benedict:
£47 to replace a mirror?
- Everyone looks in a looking glass.
- What, in the bottom corner?
The crack's still conspicuous
and only getting worse.
- It had to be replaced.
- And what of this gown
that Zipporah says
you're having tailored?
I think it necessary
that I be dressed
- for our future engagements, don't you?
- Necessary?
Sometimes I think you have more
dresses than I have buttons.
( chuckles )
It is for appearances,
Benedict.
Yes, appearances.
Exactly.
- ( knock on door )
- Which are everything
if you want to be welcomed into
the houses of influence here.
Do it by halves and we'll find
ourselves lumped in
- with the nouveau riche.
- ( door opens )
Believe me, I'm thinking of
our future as much as you are.
Yes, and I'm thinking
of how to pay for it.
Mr. Parker to see you, sir.
Excuse me, Mrs. Arnold.
I need a moment alone
with this gentleman.
Of course.
Benedict:
Is your crew ready?
Amos: I'm down one man,
thanks to Brewster,
but I'll fill that in
today.
Good.
Then leave straightaway.
I've marked the location
for the exchange.
It's a mill
off the Connecticut shore
near the town of Lyme.
There's precisely £500 here
drawn from the commissariat,
and Colonel Cooke will expect
every single guinea delivered.
- Do you understand?
- I won't touch the ransom,
sir, but...
it does make the job
more dangerous.
I'll expect the rewards
are worth the risk.
The rewards will come
once I establish a regiment
and find myself
in need of a carrier
for undocumented goods.
What sort
of undocumented goods?
Tobacco, silk, indigo.
Any spoils that
this army can spare.
Sir.
- ( folk music playing )
- George gave me a pound.
- You should have
made it six!
- Stop!
- Woman: Follow me! Come on.
- ( overlapping chatter )
- Man: Which way?
- Woman: Just this way.
Right, you get an hour.
And there's the old bawd.
( laughs )
- ( men groan )
- Loo up, gents.
For Benedict Arnold?
Meigs:
No way, Parker.
I don't care
how much he pays.
It's five shilling, Meigs.
It's an easy job.
Like the last one
you did for that snake?
I heard how
that fell down.
That was different.
I ain't rowing to Connecticut
to trade with skinners.
Hey, hey, friend,
look.
Now, I bet you
get that dimber there
for a pair of farthings.
Told you,
I got a woman.
Right, right, trying to make
the coin stretch
till she gets back.
I say gets back
from where?
And you don't say.
- Ah, there it is!
- ( men grumble )
Looks like you're not stretching
nothing at this lanterloo.
You're right.
( chatter and music
continue )
*
Hi, boys.
For us?
No, not for me.
The job, how long?
A week, maybe.
Seen any combat?
Seen battle.
Fought a lot worse
than skinners.
Pay is three shillings.
You told him five.
Yeah.
But I know him.
And he isn't desperate.
As you were.
Simcoe:
I suspected they would
need a supplement
for such
an uneven exchange.
This money
makes it perfect.
Makes what perfect?
Our alibi.
Muster a dozen men
from the old ranks,
Roger's men.
Disguise yourself
as bandits from the north
and track Arnold's smugglers
from the port to wherever
the exchange is.
Ambush the whole lot.
Divvy the ransom
as you see fit.
The whole lot?
The rebels, the Tories,
and especially the hostages.
No survivors.
- And you, sir?
- I must remain here.
- Alibi.
- Yes, sir.
( crickets chirping )
*
( man groaning )
Please, please tell
the warden
that I know
many officers in service.
My name is Philomena Cheer.
I even served the Crown
with Major André!
I can prove it.
Please!
Now, this one ain't
your typical smuggler.
He put a hatchet
in one of my crew
from 20 foot out.
Don't get sleepy on him.
I thought you had
seen combat.
I seen him.
I know him.
Know him? How?
Tried to kill each other
couple years back.
( groaning )
( coughs )
*
( indistinct chatter )
*
Then pull down
the stalk and...
wrap around the sash.
- And the hair?
- It's the corn silk.
Keep it dry.
It'll last longer.
Thank you.
- ( men chattering )
- ( hammer clanking )
Are you Anna Strong?
I am.
May I help you,
Lieutenant--
Randall.
I understand you
and Major Tallmadge
are quite close.
I don't know where
you heard that, sir,
but I have a husband
in Philadelphia.
And I hardly think
this is your concern.
I...
I need someone
who has the major's ear.
I heard what you tried to do
for Corporal Carney's wife
before she got drummed out
and that you're sympathetic
to the conditions of the camp.
You're a Dragoon.
Why can't you bend his ear?
Because he despises me.
You're the one he beat.
The man who shot
that prisoner.
That matter was brought
before the provost,
and I was found
to be in the right.
And I'm still
in the right.
Did you know
the entire regiment
is waiting on a year's pay?
I do, but Major Tallmadge
isn't in charge of that--
He can speak to the commander.
I know Washington favors him.
And they need to be warned
of what's happening among
their ranks.
Warned of what?
I fear if their grievances
are not properly addressed,
they shall seek
restitution in blood.
Let Tallmadge know.
*
*
( knocking on door )
- ( door opens )
- Abigail: Excuse me,
is the lady of the house home?
- Zipporah: Who's asking?
- I used to work here
with Mrs. Arnold.
Zipporah:
Oh. Well, she doesn't
want business...
and your job is taken.
I understand.
I do not wish to impose,
but can I leave a message?
Mrs. Arnold doesn't have
any time for any messages.
Peggy:
Abigail!
( footsteps approach )
Cicero, is that you?
Come in, come in!
I'm sorry, Mrs. Arnold.
I know you didn't expect us.
Don't apologize.
You're a welcome sight.
I know it's been
a while since we were sent
to the Continental side.
And I was just telling her
her position's taken.
And now she is
getting it back.
I'll give you
an extra crown
if you can clear out
your things within the hour.
I should warn you,
a Negro vagrant's
been skulking around here.
Said he came down
from up north
looking for her
and her boy.
Tall, shifty-looking.
- Did he say his name?
- Zipporah: So you do know him.
It's not longer
your concern, Zipporah.
Clear out your things.
He'll be back,
Mrs. Arnold.
Just you see.
And remember,
I'm still Peggy,
not Mrs. Arnold.
Now come,
we have much to discuss.
Men:
One! Two! Three!
( grunts )
Men:
One! Two! Three!
( grunts )
Get him out.
*
( grunts )
I know you.
You're a Ranger.
( coughing )
He just said
you're a Queen's Ranger.
Well, that's something
you mention
before you start trading men
across the Sound.
Used to be with them,
but not no more.
Who you trading me for?
Some local magistrate
and his son-- Woodhull.
( seagulls screeching )
*
Peggy:
Benedict?
I waited past the noon bell
to meet with him, Peggy.
Even then, Clinton adjourned
my council until the ninth.
And he was in with
just a young adjutant
the whole time.
God only knows
what they were doing.
- Good afternoon, sir.
- Mrs. Arnold!
Benedict, you remember
Abigail and her son, Cicero.
Yes, they were
in service here
before my residence.
Well, they've returned,
and I thought it fit
to reinstate them.
Peggy, I have
given you many liberties,
but this is not one of them.
And now I have
three to board.
- I sent Zipporah away.
- What?
I wouldn't have taken
such action
if I did not believe it
to be in your favor.
Allow me to be the judge
of what is in my favor.
It's been over a month
since we sent you
to deliver
Major André's uniform.
The Continentals
do not honor
the freedom papers
we were given, sir.
So you were captured?
No, but passage back
was difficult.
( sighs )
Why must you bring
a reminder of André
into our home?
The royal officers
blame me for his mistakes.
Dearest, don't you see?
By bringing in people
of his life,
it shows
you honor his memory
and sacrifice,
just as those officers do.
I'll allow it.
On a provisional basis.
But dock two crowns on account
of her son's lodging.
Do not worry.
All this will soon
be forgotten.
*
- ( grunting )
- ( rain pattering )
You think they'll take us
back to Setauket or York City?
I hope Setauket.
I assume York City.
That's what I was thinking.
Cooke'll want to see
what he paid for.
Could be a chance
to get a look at his books.
Now you want to spy
on Jonathan Cooke?
Well, with your help,
of course.
That's not what I meant.
No, I know,
but think about it.
He handles the war chest.
If I can get to him...
we can find out
where their pounds
are spent.
And where they send
their sterling
will tell you where
they'll send their army.
"Money is a good soldier."
Don't quote Shakespeare.
That's my trick.
Here.
You want a bite?
Bribery now, huh?
Are there no ends
you won't go to?
Haven't found one yet.
To think I dreamed one day
you'd be an officer
in the King's Army.
( chuckles )
No.
No, Thomas was always
the fighter, not me.
My Thomas was older
and stronger.
You were always the fighter.
*
- ( wind howling )
- ( wood creaking )
You know, the truth is
when I was a boy...
I wanted
to wear that redcoat
more than anything.
If you truly
want to get your eyes
on the Crown's ledgers,
you're gonna have
to entice Cooke
with something more
than ham and cabbage.
What do you suggest?
They've arrived.
It's time.
( exhales )
*
( crows cawing )
*
( Caleb grunting )
( chatter )
*
Ben:
Caleb?
What have you done to him?
Eh?
There weren't no terms
for his constitution,
just that he was living.
Well, I'm sure we can find
a way to even it out.
No, no, there'll be
no blood for blood today.
You Judge Woodhull?
- Send him over.
- Send the money.
Brewster for the one.
The money for the other.
You pick first trade.
- I'll go.
- Me.
The judge.
( chatter )
- It's all right.
- ( grunts )
Is that--
that's Akin-balls.
Simcoe's gonna love
seeing that scalp.
Now the son.
( rifles cocking )
( man imitates bird call )
( rifles cocking )
( man imitates bird call )
Something ain't right.
You have
any more friends here?
- What?
- It ain't them.
- ( gunshot )
- Get--
- ( high-pitched ringing )
- ( gunfire )
The mill!
- Get to the mill!
- Havens: Come on, get inside!
Move!
Come on, hurry!
God damn it,
come on!
- ( pounding, gunfire )
- Cover the windows.
- You goddamn priggers!
- What the hell was that?!
- You brought men!
- Hey, the enemy is out there!
They fired on all of us.
Now lower your weapons!
Cover the window!
( indistinct voices
echoing )
*
Go on,
get the boat ready.
I'll hold them off.
There!
Go out there!
( men shout )
Should we reload?
No, he's empty, too.
We've been looking
for you, deserter.
Why come back now?
Don't know.
Why kill your own side?
Let's answer him, boys!
( all grunting )
Who else saw me?
( shouting )
( gasps )
Hey!
*
( panting )
There's two
behind the rocks.
Three behind the woodpile.
Ben:
They got the money.
What are they still doing here?
Who the hell are they?
Looked like Vermonters.
What, with bayonets?
He's, uh...
He's still out there.
We should...
- He's gone.
- He fell.
He's gone!
Look at me.
He's gone.
But you're not.
- You still with me?
- Yeah.
We're gonna need
all you've got as well.
Come on.
I count five more
at the rear.
That's 10.
We gotta surrender.
They're here to kill us.
We don't know what side
they fight on.
- It doesn't matter.
- Havens: No, he's right.
If they're skinners,
we should talk to them.
If they're cowboys,
he should.
Now, we'll make
a white flag
- and we'll--
- ( gunshot )
( chatter )
- Good day, General.
- Is it?
Madeira.
I feel as though
I should apologize
over the Brewster mishap.
No need.
Fault lies in the principles
of our fellow officers.
Colonel Cooke does
seem to value commerce
over justice.
And Clin--
and others are no better.
Couldn't agree more.
This war would be over
if we had leaders
who were unafraid
to finish it.
Forgive me,
but it seems
something else
is troubling you.
Did you manage
to resolve the matter
of the prisoner exchange?
Yes, yes.
It's all been arranged.
Ah, good.
Do you have
a wife, Simcoe?
No, but one day,
I hope.
You hope because you lack
experience of it.
Wives are wonderful creatures,
to be sure,
but they sometimes
press for favors
that go against
our better judgment.
- Like that woman
you had arrested.
- What woman?
I saw her at Bridewell
while Brewster was there,
and then at Kennedy House
not long before.
Oh, Philomena Cheer.
No, she has nothing to--
why do you say this?
I merely observed
a disagreement
between her
and Mrs. Arnold
that night.
What night?
At Kennedy House?
Mmm, though I may have
misread the exchange.
Excuse me.
*
*
They're gonna try
to burn us out.
All right, we have to--
we have to mount a sortie.
We need to try to find
a way to surprise them,
try to take out
as many as we can
while we still have a chance.
This leads to the trace.
An escape?
No, no, but a least
a way for one of us
to get behind them,
create a flank or some kind
of distraction at least.
I'm going.
Abe, Abe, no.
I'll wait for your signal,
then I'll draw their fire
towards me.
- Abe, you're in
no condition--
- It won't matter.
There's still
10 of them,
4 of us.
Caleb: Six.
There's six of us.
*
- Hey.
- Hmm?
The torches
are nearly done.
- Get ready.
- Righto.
( rustling )
Ranger:
Ah, there we go.
That's something.
Fisher, hey,
what's taking so long?
You've got enough loot.
Now come on!
( coins jingle )
*
Ben:
Come on, hurry.
He's waiting for our signal.
( gears groaning )
( grunting )
*
Ranger:
Fire's almost ready.
Where the hell did
Thorburn get off to?
And Cole and Mackey?
Chasing down stragglers.
It doesn't matter.
There's only
a few left in there.
We'll smoke 'em out.
Now cover me.
*
( gunshots )
He must be in position
by now, eh?
You ready?
Always.
All right, come on.
Light each corner.
I'll throw one on the roof
for good measure.
( men shout )
No!
Come around!
( gunshot )
( gunshot )
Retreat! Retreat!
*
( indistinct voices
echoing )
( muffled cries )
( indistinct voices
echoing )
( groaning )
- ( shouts )
- ( blade pierces )
( coins jingle )
- ( chatter )
- ( hammer clanking )
*
Excuse me,
Colonel Hamilton?
Uh, I have
an urgent matter
to discuss with you.
Why come to me with this?
Because Major Tallmadge
is away on a mission.
What mission?
Never mind.
And pay this warning
no mind either.
There are always
rumors of discontent.
These are not
just rumors,
I fear.
And the grievance is not
just among the enlisted,
but the officers as well.
Well, perhaps
they should revolt, then.
What?
It could be just
what this army needs.
I-- I don't understand.
I have written to Congress
about the needs of this army
more times
than I can count.
How can we expect them
to listen to us
when they don't even
listen to each other?
They can't all
be like that.
Madam, you don't know
these men like I do.
My husband serves
in Congress, sir.
Well, then what
do you need me for?
Or the general?
You can write
to Congress yourself
and secure the bounties
and back pay we need
to forestall mutiny.
- ( distant horse neighs )
- ( door opens )
*
( laughter, chatter )
Anna:
"My Dearest Selah,
I write you with news
that I...
am now safely
in the New Windsor Encampment.
It has been too long,
and there is so much
I must tell you,
but I write you
this letter now
not only as your wife,
but as someone who is witness
to a growing crisis
here in camp.
Conditions and pay
for the men here
are unfair,
even cruel,
and I fear some soldiers
are on the verge
of a great revolt,
one which could upend
our entire cause.
We need someone here like you,
someone from Congress,
to see with his own eyes
and hear with his own ears
the plight of the army
before it becomes
too late.
I beg of you to come here
as soon as you can, Selah,
for all our sake."
- ( door clangs shut )
- ( keys jingle )
( lock clicks )
Miss Cheer.
You attest to have been
in the service
of the Crown at one time.
Yes. I assisted
Major André.
- How?
- I helped him persuade
a Continental general,
Charles Lee,
to recognize the favor
of Great Britain.
Charles Lee?
But I don't understand
how that could have led
to these accusations
against me.
I can't imagine
who would name me
as disloyal to the Crown.
A Mr. Frederick Morgan
testified against you.
Freddy?
What would he have to do
with any of this?
I only know him be--
What?
What is it?
I can grant you
exoneration
if you have counter-evidence
which proves out.
Did he tell you
who paid his account?
Hmm?
When he arranged my hair?
No.
It was Major André.
And only when he wished
for me to resemble...
Miss Shippen.
Did he not mention that?
Should I be concerned,
Abigail,
about this man
Zipporah mentioned?
Oh, I think not.
Maybe someone I knew
from the market.
Well, if it is a worry,
I hope you would trust me
- as I do you.
- ( door opens, slams )
Benedict, you've come home
just in time f-- f--
( screams )
You have taken me
for a fool!
Get out!
You lying,
lascivious wench.
I have given you
everything of me!
Everything!
My money, my country.
- God, my honor!
- Benedict, what are
you talking about?
( pounds table )
John André!
I've spoken to your rival,
Miss Cheer,
and learned how you used
your molly friend
to manipulate me.
- Whatever that woman said--
- And like a blind man,
I refused to believe
that you pined
for that worm,
despite his
pathetic bloody efforts
to win you back.
*
Oh, yes.
The good major demanded--
no, begged
that we break off
our engagement.
£10,000 he offered
to win your hand.
Not to worry,
I happily informed
our hanged friend
that his light-heeled whore
was already
well broken in.
( whispers )
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
I wish you would have died
instead of John.
I wish it with
your every breath!
Good.
Then you wish for a gull
and a coward!
*
"The Turtle Dove"
playing
* Fare you well,
my dear *
* I must be gone
* And leave you
for a while *
* If I roam away
* I'll come back again
* Though I roam
10,000 miles,
my dear *
* Though I roam
10,000 miles *
* So fair thou art
- * My bonny lass...
- ( wagon rattling )
* So deep in love
am I *
* But I never will
prove false *
* To the bonny lass
I love *
* Till the stars fall
from the sky, my dear *
* Till the stars
fall from the sky *
* O yonder doth sit
* That little turtle dove
* He doth sit
on yonder high tree *
* A-making a moan
* For the loss
of his love *
* As I will do
for thee *
*