TURN: Washington's Spies

Come on.

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.

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.

£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.

It is for appearances, Benedict.

Yes, appearances. Exactly.

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.

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.

Is your crew ready?

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.

George gave me a pound.

- You should have made it six! - Stop!

Follow me! Come on.

- Which way? - Just this way.

Right, you get an hour.

And there's the old bawd.

Loo up, gents.

For Benedict Arnold?

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!

Looks like you're not stretching nothing at this lanterloo.

You're right.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Excuse me, is the lady of the house home?

- Who's asking? - I used to work here with Mrs. Arnold.

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.

Abigail!

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? - So you do know him.

It's not longer your concern, Zipporah.