TURN: Washington's Spies

Previously on amc's

Did you know the entire regiment is waiting on a year's pay?

Well, perhaps they should revolt, then.

Sir, you wish to capture general Arnold

From new York City?

We must make a public example of him.

What happened to Caleb? He was grabbed.

We're trading you for a true son of Setauket.

Track Arnold's smugglers to wherever the exchange is.

Ambush the rebels, the tories, and especially the hostages.

No survivors.

2-7-6, hypocrite.

Ambush - tories, and es- 7-1-1...He hostages.

Washington.

7-2-2...

Culper.

7-2-3, Culper jr.

Oh, honestly.

5-3-7...

Rain?

Is it raining?

1-4-7...

Disapprove.

1-4-8...

Disregard.

1-4-9...

Disappoint.

1-9-5...

1-9-5...

What are you doing?

nothing.

Show it to me.

I said show it to me!

You've ruined it.

Ruined it! You ruined it!

ruined it!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

shh.

Here.

don't move too quickly.

Where are we?

You're in camp.

Ben brought you here last night along with Caleb--

Camp?

New windsor.

This barn belongs to colonel ellison.

The army keeps its hay here.

I said don't move too quickly.

I'm so sorry.

It's raining.

You need a good spot of rest.

Afraid there isn't much to be done for the wounds but trust them to providence.

It's all right.

It's all right. Just breathe.

calm yourself.

Calm yourself.

breathe, breathe.

I need you to calm down.

Here, eat something.

Is your head feeling better? No.

Why'd you bring me here?

You were out cold.

Better to bring you here than to row you across the sound.

Besides, I didn't have a boat.

Abraham, I... I am sorry

For what happened to your father.

I need to bury him.

Of course. Right away.

Well, there's a burial ground, overlooks the hudson river.

It's only a mile from here. Burial ground?

Aye, it's only a mile away.

My father will be laid to rest

Next to his wife and son in Setauket,

Where he's lived his whole life.

Abe, I-- I will need salt and shroud to wrap him,

Horse and cart to carry him, and a boat to take us home.

Granted, all of it,

But we need to wait until nightfall.

Why?

No one else knows that you're here.

Many in camp don't know you, but others do,

And they know you as a loyalist.

You can't risk being seen by anyone.

You mean Culper can't be seen.

Abe, we've always done our best to keep your name secret,

Even here in camp, but-- Culper's dead.

Bury him wherever you like.

I'm taking my father home.

I'll see to the salt and shroud.

Just wait.

For pity's sake, Ben, we have to wrap the body.

Regarding Culper, Sir, he's made it clear to me

That, owing to his father's death,

He is unable to serve in his present station any longer.

This is not the first time

He's threatened to... to quit his post.

I don't believe it is a threat this time, Sir.

You convinced him to join our effort,

You can convince him to continue on

Or he will stay here and join in the common defense.

Sir...

Sir, Abraham Woodhull has served us well.

Now, I know you are properly appreciative

Of his efforts and his sacrifice, but...

Seeing that he is here in camp,

I believe that an audience with you would be enough

To reassure him of his value to our effort.

I will not meet Culper in person and risk his exposure.

Surely here in camp, there is a way to maintain secrecy.

Benedict Arnold was in camp.

What is the status of our operations concerning him?

Well, we have identified several candidates

Equal to the task, but without intelligence

On his location and movements in the city,

I simply can't recommend an approach.

Culper Jr. is still in the city.

What word from him?

Culper Jr. has gone ghost, Sir.

We haven't heard from him in weeks.

I do not need my quartermaster coming to me

With complaints of dead friends.

This local magistrate, "Woodhole," has been killed,

And Colonel Cooke is distraught.

There were no bodies recovered, Sir.

The reports came from one of your privateers

Who managed an escape.

You hired these ruffians, you ordered the exchange,

And so it is to you I turn to explain what happened up there.

Given accounts,

It is my belief that these marauders

Sought the 500 pounds

That Colonel Cooke arranged for ransom.

I would inquire as to who else in his department

Knew about the money.

Still, I do agree with you.

Privateers are not whom I'd have first chosen to handle this task,

But I'm without specie to pay preferred talent.

Preferred talent?

His Majesty's loyal American legion,

A regiment that you have commanded me to raise

And yet refuse to fund.

Men with experience, with a firm grasp of the terrain

Will not fight for free.

I am entitled, Sir,

Given what was negotiated with Major André.

You would be wise not to mention his name.

I too must make do without preferred talent.

You're an admirer of the classics, I see.

Consider Ares, then, god of war.

Went to battle with two canines at his side,

Phobos and Deimos.

Fear and Terror. Come to it, Sir.

Washington claims his hatred of me derives from my defection,

But we both know that it was born of fear--

Fear of losing his best

And the terrible things that only his best can do to him,

Things that even your regulars would never dare.

Are you asking that I...

Approve such methods?

I'm asking that you unleash me, Sir.

With fear and terror at my side,

I will bring the hammer of war down on Washington's head

Like the god Ares himself.

The reverend said, "my son,

Now is not the time to make new enemies."

ah, General Spy-catcher!

Mr. Rivington, I should very much like

To purchase an advertisement

And a round for all your patrons

In celebration of His Majesty's newest regiment,

The loyal American legion,

Which it is my pleasure to command.

Oh, that is good news!

Townsend, quick, fetch everyone a round of, um, Madeira?

Ale.

Ale. Quick, now.

I shall want to begin the process

Of recruitment immediately.

You may print that the legion

Is to be comprised of the finest men

That these colonies have to offer.

Each can expect to earn a bounty of three guineas

And eightpence a day, and that the rebels will flee with...

That the rebels will flee with great terror.

Do not fret the wording, Sir. We are keen to assist.

But as long as you are feeling particularly verbose,

Would you care to comment on the most recent bloodbath

Out at Lyme, Connecticut?

I understand more than a few men

Lost their lives in a most grisly fashion.

No, it was a mere scuffle.

It was a few tory and patriot privateers

Set upon by banditti.

Banditti. Hmm. Are you sure?

Yes, of course I'm sure.

Would it also be possible that the clothing

Of roving highwaymen in fact concealed

Treacherous patriot rebels seeking to disguise their tracks?

What are you on about?

Well, without definitive proof to the contrary,