TURN: Washington's Spies (2014–2017): Season 4, Episode 7 - Quarry - full transcript

( chatter, laughter )

( woman giggling )

( chattering indistinctly )

( laughing )

- ( chattering indistinctly )
- ( giggles )

( whistles )

Come here.

I owe my friend
over there a prank.

Do me a favor.

Have a go
at his pocket for me.

Go on.



♪

Hey, thief!
Come back!

Stop, thief!

( people screaming )

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
It was a mistake.

( groans )

( pistol cocks )

( sighs )

- ( clock ticking )
- ( knuckles crack )

How do you know my shot
won't kill him?

Hewlett: How do you know
his men won't shoot?

So sorry.

( sighs )



What about poison?

( all laughing )

General Clinton
will be a moment longer

but asks that you please
begin without him.

- I'll take a whisky.
- Whisky.

- Sherry.
- How long has it been opened?

Uh, let me sniff it.

( men chattering )

Swirling the bruised
grape elements,

it allows
for full aeration.

"With rage and shaking
he swallows the ground

at the sound
of the trumpet."

To the warhorse
and to war!

- ( glasses clink )
- Men: Hear, hear.

- Oh...
- What is it?

- Help him, help him!
- For God's sake, help the man!

- Benedict: Loosen his necktie!
- ( gasping )

( no audible dialogue )

( pistol cocks )

I wouldn't leave powder
on the glass.

And Simcoe
wouldn't drink first.

Perhaps not,
but your scenario is--

they wouldn't execute me
on the spot.

No, no, you'd get
the whole firing line

after they traced
the poison back to you.

( distant marching )

( ticking )

We'd better pick
this up tomorrow.

Should we survive
to see it.

♪

Well, can't stay
in there forever.

- Abe: Ready with the chamber pot?
- Right away.

Psst, back up.

Let these fools pass.

♪

Up before reveille?

Early bird
gets the worm.

Must be some bird.

( 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

( chatter )

Ann: Be comfortable in your lies

and hold to your story.

That's all you need remember
if they question you.

Why would
they question me?

I knew you were hiding a secret the
second you stepped foot in camp.

Lucky for you,

no one pays much mind
to women around here.

Army lists us camp
followers as baggage.

Washington doesn't
want to see us,

but we can see him.

You want me to spy
on General Washington?

( whispers )
Shh. Don't be ridiculous.

We're not allowed near him,
but we don't need to be.

We can count his soldiers
and his cannons.

And I know
which shot they use

by feeling the weight
of the ball.

- I don't know how to--
- Doesn't matter.

You know something better.

Anna Strong.

That Major Tallmadge
of hers

is Washington's
head of intelligence.

♪

We need to talk.

I know.
I'm glad you came by.

You were right
about being careful in camp.

You've a keen eye,
Mrs. Smith.

I do have one of better
quality over here.

Not here.
The barn.

After dark.

I can't believe
you're still on shit patrol.

If I was hobnobbing
with the quartermaster--

I asked for this, Sturridge.
It reminds me of the farm.

So does swiving a sow,
but I don't see you doing that.

Maybe that's why
you sneak off to Holy Ground?

( moos )

No, I like to get away
from the barracks.

- Get some fresh air.
- Right.

Well, I'm hoping to pass
this freshness off

to the new man.

New man?

Defector, they say.

Came across yesterday.

The shite rolls downhill,
God willing.

Private Woodhull,

General Arnold requests you
at his house.

Why does everyone
love you?

The general
is right this way.

Mr. Woodhull, thank you
for coming to my home today.

Yes.

As well as to York City
to kidnap my husband.

( clock ticking )

I want to help
in any way I can.

( laughs )

Is this a joke?

- Am I being pranked, here?
- No prank.

She means it,
or my boy would be dead,

and so would you.

Peggy: In recognition
of my service,

I expect a guarantee
from General Washington.

The Shippen family
will suffer no reprisals

during or after
this war.

Benedict is not
the man I married.

When I took his hand,
he was a general

in the Continental Army.

His treason will not stain
my family or my child.

What are you offering?

I know his schedule.

Cicero told you about
his nightly routine.

Do you plan on taking
him here at the house?

( sighs )

Peggy, echoing: Let's pretend
to enjoy the evening, shall we?

Whatever you say, dear.

At the house?

( knock on door )

The general's
right this way.

♪

( grunts )

No. The house won't work.

If the general is taken from
here, they'll investigate,

ask questions
of the household,

who we know
can't keep a secret.

We need to get him
out of the house.

If you get him to the wharf,
we'll be waiting with a boat

and men to take him
across the water.

- When?
- What?

I can arrange
a carriage ride.

Just the two of us.
When will you be ready?

I need to check
with my people.

How long will it take
for you to arrange the ride?

Three days?

- Two?
- One.

♪

He's only the second man
to ever defect

from Light Horse
Harry Lee.

If that regiment is breaking,
then they're all doomed.

Sergeant Champe
tells it best.

Go on, tell the general
what you told me.

As I told General Arnold,

I'm here solely
due to his actions.

They gave me the courage
to cross the lines

and I wanted him to know
that his example

has raised the passions
of my fellow soldiers.

I want Champe to be
my recruiting sergeant,

the face
of the American Legion.

We'll inspire
more brave men

back to their proper place
in history.

Welcome to York City.

Sergeant Champe,
now in service

to his Majesty's
American Legion,

report to the barracks

and get yourself
a proper uniform.

- ( door opens )
- You heard him.

Men are moved
by my sacrifice.

This fools uprising
is being swept away,

and Washington with it.

Send me south.

Men from the countryside
will rally to me

and swell our numbers.

This letter from
Lord Cornwallis

says exactly
the opposite.

- He's in Charles Town?
- He was.

Now he's pursuing Nathanael
Greene through the Carolinas,

defeating him
at every skirmish,

yet gaining no land
of any importance.

Instead, the rebel numbers
swell after each battle.

Well, there's
one reason for that.

Cornwallis is English.

I'm a colonist

and a hero to them all.

Fight fire with fire.

Sturridge.

Yes?

You've got sentry
every night this week.

And you've got latrine.

Just like you wanted.

Switch with me.

( laughs )

Woodhull, I was born to stand
around and do nothing.

I ain't trading that
for shite.

Literally.

I'll introduce you
to my girl.

( laughs ) What do
you mean, introduce?

I mean...
( whispering )

The whole week, though,
or nothing.

I'll swap you
the Sabbath.

Thursday.

Sunday.

- ( door opens )
- Man: Take whichever you want.

You outrank these bastards,
so it's your pick.

Grab one of them to show you around
the right places to recruit.

( whispers )
That's the defector.

Just came over, and he's already
been made recruiting sergeant.

Bastard.

- Brown nose.
- ( clears throat )

John Champe.

Joe Sturridge.
Welcome to paradise.

Thanks.

I haven't been to the city
since the summer of '73.

I miss that summer.

Joe: Suppose it was
nicer back then

before the rebels
burned half of it.

I was here in '73.
It was a different place then.

Abraham Woodhull.

If you know the city better now,
maybe you could show me around.

- Mm-hmm.
- I'll leave you city lovers to it.

They told me
to approach the man

who looked least
like a soldier.

Figured it was him.

Over here.

Tallmadge got
your message.

Don't say Tallmadge.
Use his number.

They didn't give me numbers.
Didn't give me your name.

They gave me the plan,
and I'm to follow it.

All right, all right. You just got here.
Slow down.

Get yourself settled.
Don't act suspicious.

Where's the other man
I'm supposed to meet?

The signal.

He's the anxious type.

I'm not, and you're
making me anxious.

I need to signal camp.

Tonight.

♪

You alone?

No.

All right, what do
you have to tell us?

There's a spy amongst
the camp followers

working for the British.

How do you know?

She revealed her true intentions
and her true name to me

when she learned
I was hiding mine.

Ben:
Who is she?

What do I get
in return?

( scoffs ) How about you won't
be charged with treason?

Abraham is safe and alive
in York City.

We've just sent a man in to support him
on his mission and then bring him home.

- Anna-- - Is this man the defector
everyone's been talking about?

- Yes.
- Stop.

Her name is Ann Bates.
You know her as Ann Barnes.

And she knows he runs
intelligence for Washington.

She assumes the two of you are
lovers and that we two are friendly.

She asks I get any information
that I can from you.

- Who does she report to?
- I don't know.

Is she working with
anyone else in the camp?

I don't know. I suggest you
arrest her and ask her.

We will.
Mary, thank you.

You've done
a great thing.

I didn't look for this.
It just happened.

What will happen to her?

- Well--
- Nothing.

I'm not going to
arrest her, not yet.

- What?
- She's targeting our network,

but we know nothing
about hers.

If we take her now, then
it might warn the others.

You have to
report back to her

and find out who else
she's working with.

I have to--
( laughs )

I am not her spy
or your spy.

We don't know how long she's
been in camp or what she knows.

It's possible that
she or one of her allies

already has something on Abe and
just hasn't put it together yet.

I think
she's working alone.

Well, if you can
confirm that,

then we'll all breathe
a little easier.

- ( chatter )
- ( hooves clopping )

Woodhull?

I'm here.

I got your note.
Why are we meeting--

He's a friend.
Tallmadge sent him.

- He's here to get Arnold.
- He doesn't know that?

I told you, if you had just
waited like I asked...

You were supposed to know
that I was coming.

- I wasn't told.
- I was supposed to tell him.

I forgot.
I apologize.

You send the signal,
correct?

Through the "Gazette"?
That's you.

- That's correct.
- I asked him.

Sergeant John Champe,
2nd Partisan Corps.

I wasn't told your name
and I won't ask it.

I'm here to tell you
that your message

was received
and appreciated.

And I need you
to send a new signal.

A special one.

Special how?

Place the number three
in the advertisement.

That will tell them
to be here three nights

from the publish date.

We take the traitor
this Thursday.

What?

Arnold brought me
by his home to show it off,

and I had a look about.

You were right about the outhouse.
It's perfect.

- Good.
- Hold-- hold on.

The plan is we wait
till midnight,

get into his garden,
and then knock him out.

It's three blocks
to an abandoned dock.

We'll be met with a boat.

Woodhull, I'll need
your help hauling Arnold

on account of my arm.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

This is Major Tallmadge's plan,
and we are to follow it.

Well, Tallmadge isn't here.
We are.

Thursday's too soon.

What's wrong?

- Is it Hewlett?
- No.

- Who's Hewlett?
- It's not Hewlett.

I paid him off.
It's settled.

He's no trouble.

What is going on here?

He forget to mention things
from time to time.

You know what you need to know,
and you don't know anything.

You just got here.

If you keep charging ahead like this,
you're gonna get us all killed.

Arnold is the job
that I've come for,

and I will see it done.

You botch that,
I will kill you.

Clear?

Will there be
any issue signaling?

None whatsoever.

Then Thursday it is.

Most men assume a lady can't
understand warfare complexities,

so they'll speak freely
around you.

I'm lucky I have you
to guide me.

Thank you.

Though, I, um--
I keep thinking

about how you...

realized who I am.

What if others do, too?

What happens to Thomas
if I'm hanged?

You sound just like my
husband, worrying too much.

- Your husband?
- Aye.

My Joseph.

He's with Clinton's army
in New York.

A gentle man.

Loves to tinker.

If I can help him
stay safe

by pretending to be
something I'm not,

that's fine by me.

You miss him?

More than anything.

I miss Abraham, too.

When Thomas asks after him,
it breaks my heart.

You're doing this
for him

and little Thomas.

Look, don't you worry.

We'll stick
together, huh?

You and me.

Just the two of us
against the rest.

♪

- ( bell tolling )
- ( chatter )

♪

Tell Mrs. Arnold
slip 23 by the battery.

Wednesday between
9:00 and 10:00.

Wednesday? Tomorrow?

That won't work at all.

Why not?

Mrs. Arnold
has a friend in visiting

who leaves
Thursday morning.

All right, well,
Thursday then,

but it has to be
before midnight.

- But the general only goes
outside-- - ( door opens )

This isn't about Arnold.

I don't give a damn
about Arnold.

This is about Simcoe.

I need Cicero to summon him to
the house, same as he did me.

You'll show him to a chair
facing the fireplace,

and I'll do the rest.

No. No, I won't be
party to murder.

I'll take care of the body.
There won't be any trace.

What about Cicero?

Or do you think no one
will witness my boy

calling him
to the house?

I'm sorry.

I saw Jordan.

- Akinbode?
- Mm-hmm.

Where would you
have seen him?

Connecticut.

He saved my life
from Simcoe's men

after they killed
my father in an ambush.

He came
with Tory privateers

who brought the ransom
money with them.

- The 300 pounds?
- Five hundred. I'm telling the truth.

Now, he killed too many Rangers
that day for Simcoe to forget it.

He can't come back to the city,
and he can't come back for you.

With Simcoe still here.

All you have to do
is open the door.

Cicero doesn't deliver
the summons.

You have
to get him there.

Thursday.

Go.

( chatter )

( screams )

( sizzling )

( screaming )

Caleb. You didn't hear
me calling for you?

Sorry.

F-fire-- fire must've
mesmerized me.

Well, we've got
the signal from New York.

- Look. - "Lace Cravates In
Three Varieties," right.

That means that Champe
is ready for pickup tomorrow.

I know it doesn't leave much
time to row down the Hudson.

Yeah, we were gonna
cross at Newark.

All right, fine.

Have you found
a second rower yet?

Caleb.

Second rower.

It's gotta be
Teddy Beddows.

He's-- he hates Arnold,

and, uh, knows
how to work an oar.

- Right.
- Well, at least his brother could.

That's good. He owes us
one, so he'll be discreet.

Mm.

Caleb, are you
feeling all right?

Yeah.
Just grand.

Are you done
drinking yet?

♪

Now I am.

Sorry I'm late.

Have you heard
anything?

We've had the signal
for pickup.

His mission is moving forward and he
should be back safely in a few days.

- That's wonderful.
- Have you heard anything?

( sighs ) I'm-- I'm
trying to be discreet,

nudge small details
one at a time.

I did learn that she has a
husband in the British army.

- That's why she does this.
- No, we don't need to know her reasons.

We need to know who else
she's working with

so that the hangman knows
how many nooses to ready.

I need a few more days.

Benedict: Perhaps a
march into Jersey.

We'll call it
a training exercise.

Dundas: Clinton will
never approve it.

We have to show him what our
new legion is capable of.

Simcoe. John?

What do you think Clinton needs to
see from us in order to send us out?

I was never good at army
politics, I'm afraid.

I prefer the field
to the forum.

If we had
a proper cavalry,

it would be a more
attractive package.

I have the horses,
but not the hay.

Ask the quartermaster.

Damn the quartermaster.
Cooke's no friend to me.

Not since I took one of his
suppliers into our ranks.

Who? A merchant?

Some hog farmer
from Long Island.

Perhaps you
could appeal to Cooke.

That farmer,
what was his name?

Woodhull. His father
was killed by rebels.

He joined up
for revenge.

You know him?

His name
sounds familiar.

Benedict: You take care of the
hay, I'll bring 30 horses.

( conversation continues
indistinctly )

♪

Man:
Major!

Beddows? What the hell
are you still doing here?

- You should've left hours ago.
- Major, it's-- it's Caleb.

I met him when he said to,
but he's not ready to go.

I tried to get him to,
but I don't even think he can.

He's, uh, out of sorts.

- Out of sorts? What do you--
- Drunk and wild.

Oh, God.

All right, come on.
Come on.

Benny boy!
( laughs )

Do you know how handsome
you are in that uniform?

We need to get you a lady
before the war is ends.

And one who isn't Anna,
because she is taken!

You find this funny,
do you? Yeah?

Shirking
your responsibilities.

Get off your sorry arse
and face me!

You're derelict of duty
and you're lucky

if I don't choose
to have you court martialed.

- You hear me?
- Get off.

What? What?

What have you got to say
for yourself? Huh?

I did this to save
the mission, all right?

Yeah.

You're better off
without me.

You all are.

What are you even talking about?
Can you hear yourself?

No, I can't hear meself!

All I hear is Simcoe!

He's in there!

He won!

I can't stop seeing
that bastard's face

when he thanked me
for giving up my friends!

Caleb...

Caleb, listen to me.

- That never happened.
- ( crying )

Caleb, look at me.
That never...

( crying continues )

You know, you could
have told me sooner.

♪

So, Williams, you take
Reid's cooking duty.

Reid, you take
my latrine duty.

Two of you split
a bottle of rum.

I take Williams'
guard duty tonight.

- With me.
- And you get your own rum.

Sold.

- I suppose.
- Perfect.

Did I just hear you slough off
duty in exchange for rum?

Where's my share?

I'll sort this.
Come on.

Why are you switching
to guard duty tonight?

I need you at the back
of the house, not the front.

- Change of plans.
- What?

You'll take Arnold by slip 23,
right near the pickup.

He'll be on a carriage ride
with his wife, just them,

sometime between
9:00 and 10:00.

Damn it, man,
I told you--

And now I'm telling you.

Arnold is your job.

So see it done.

♪

Hey, where you going?

- Get the rum.
- The rum.

What about
that one there?

( chatter continues )

The rum...

♪

Hewlett: What if he
doesn't come alone?

Well, who would he bring?
Falkoff?

The invite will be
for Simcoe only.

What about the noise?

Knife to throat.
Quiet as it gets.

What about the blood?

Pillowcase.
Clean up the mess.

How did you get the house
servants to cooperate with you?

How can you trust them?

Trust me.

- Oh, please.
- Well, then trust the plan.

You know it's the best
we have so far.

You know it'll work.

- It could.
- It will!

If you get the message
to Simcoe

and make him believe
that it came from Arnold.

Forging the summons
isn't the problem.

Injecting it properly
into the courier system,

that's the trick.

Well,
then work your magic,

and the bastard
dies tonight.

Recruitment's not here.

Oh, uh, thank you, no.
I'm not here--

He's a Quaker,
Sergeant.

Dowling:
What are you doing here?

I was sent
by James Rivington

to deliver this bill
to General Arnold.

Dowling:
A bill?

Yes.

He's run up quite the debt
at our coffeehouse, I'm afraid.

Are you serious?

Quite serious, actually.

It requires
immediate attention.

If he does not
settle payment,

he will be barred
from the establishment.

I don't suppose the general
likes the paying part

of spending very much.

- ( soldiers laugh )
- Enough!

I'll see he gets it.
Thank you.

- I really must insist--
- Thank you!

- ( door opens, closes ) - Just how slow
are you bastards at cleaning your guns?

Mine's done, Sergeant!

Permission to take
some air!

No, Sergeant, you may not.
You know why?

This place
is a plague den!

Look at it!
A disgrace!

I want you to get out
your boot brushes

and scrub this barracks
from top to bottom!

Where's Woodhull?

Where's Reid?

Why is everyone
on a damned break?!

So, Woodhull arranged
to take guard duty tonight

at General Arnold's home?

That's right.

Thank you,
Corporal Reid.

Sir, I thought you wanted word
on the general, like usual.

Why all the sudden interest
in this private?

What I'm interested in
is you keeping

your mouth shut,
Corporal.

Or we shut it for you.

( coins jingle )

So, how long was Woodhull
at Hewlett's office?

About a half hour is all.

And you're sure
he didn't see you

follow him
from the barracks?

Aye, aye,
pretty sure.

General Arnold's house.

Perhaps he's the target.

Should we warn him?

It's still light out.

Let's have another round.

( clinks )

- ( horse whinnies )
- ( crickets chirping )

( bangs )

- ( horse snorts )
- Driver: Hup!

- ( reins flick )
- ( horse neighs )

( hurdy gurdy playing )

( chatter )

General Arnold wishes
to see me at his house.

Suppose he isn't
the target after all.

I'll take the boys

and we'll gut
the little farmer.

Oh, I think I can
handle this myself.

You men enjoy
the music.

( crickets chirping )

- ( distant horse neighs )
- ( distant man shouts )

Well, not long left
on watch now.

Why don't you go?
I'll cover you.

What's in it for you?

Peace and quiet.

♪

( knock on door )

( crickets chirping )

( knock on door )

Colonel Simcoe
to see General Arnold.

The general
is right this way.

( floorboards creak )

He'll be right with you.

( floorboards creak )

Honestly Benedict,
why leave in such a rush?

Why be so rude
to our hosts?

I couldn't say
in front of them.

Everyone will understand
soon enough.

( distant horse whinnies )

♪

( pistol cocks )

Cicero, get my travel ca--
what are you doing here?

I... received
your message.

My message?
What message?

Oh, you mean this?

Clinton informed you
as well?

Simcoe: No, I haven't
heard from him.

- What is it?
- Benedict: Read it.

Cicero, ready my travel case
immediately and gather your things.

♪

There he is!

Where the hell were you?!

- Get in your bunk!
- Yes, Sergeant!

( crickets chirping )

Peggy:
Can you tell me now?

I'm leading my men
to Virginia.

It's finally my chance
to do what I'm best at.

I-- I do regret
the timing.

We'll manage.

Be brave.

Take the best possible care
of Mrs. Arnold.

This child is the most precious
thing in the world to me.

Come on, Cicero,
we're off.

Don't give nobody cause
to bring you any trouble.

You listen good and stick
close to the general.

( door opens, closes )

- What's going on?
- We don't know.

( whispers ) I hear
we're getting punished.

In the middle of the night?
Idiot.

- ( door opens )
- Well, maybe it's a drill.

( door closes )

Take care!

Gentlemen...

the time has come
for what we live for--

battle.

The glory, the honor...

the legend of it.

Today,
we move on the enemy.

We've received emergency orders
from General Clinton

to leave
for Virginia tonight,

where we will augment
Cornwallis' drive

to defeat the rebels
in the South.

Report to the docks, men.

Sergeants,
come receive your orders.

Go. Go!

Virginia?

But this wasn't
supposed to happen.

We're supposed
to stay here.

♪

( overlapping voices )
Left, right, turn.

Right wheel.

Left, left,

left, left.

- Halt!
- Hup, hup...

Hup, hup.

Left, halt!

Left, left, left.

Halt!

Rangers,
to the first boat!

American Legion,
you're in the second!

80th Foot to the third!

Rangers, quick march!

American Legion,
about face!

March!

I don't see anyone.

They should
be here by now.

Could be running
a bit late.

What's that?

Looks like
they're loading on.

Oh, no, they must be
shipping out.

♪

( man shouting orders )

Get the cover
on that hatch!

I look forward to fighting
under your command, sir.

Benedict: Finally, we'll meet
the bloody rebels in combat.

They've managed to survive
up until now.

But it will be on the field that
we truly settle our accounts.

♪

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