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(echoing shouting, gunfire)

(high-pitched ringing)

(women screaming)

(cannonball whistles)

(marching band playing)

(gunfire and shouting continue)

(cannonball whistles)

Make ready! Halt!

Foot guards! Make ready!

- (rifles cocking)
- Present!

Fire!

(groans)

Papa!

(cannon fires)

Dowling: Rear line!

Make ready! Present!

- Fire!
- (screams)

Benedict: Push on, men!

If Tommy Jefferson won't surrender,

he'll be governor of nothing
but char and ash!

Cicero. Drink.

Dowling: Charge your bayonets.

To the front, march!

- Dress that line, now!
- (explosion)

(screams echoing)

Papa? Wake up, Papa.

(bullet ricochets)

Window!

We can't stay here!

(shouts)

Man: Retreat! Retreat!

I got one.

I got one! Oh!

Dowling: Move, move! Preform a defense!

- Woodhull, move!
- (gunfire continues)

(gurgling)

(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 ♪

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(chatter)

Richmond, Westham, Chesterfield.

The bastard will scorch the Earth!

Lafayette: If I may offer
an opinion, Your Excellency,

it seems the British are moving south.

- Should we not respond in kind?
- If Arnold is in Virginia,

that means that Clinton
still resides in New York,

the seat of power,
and therefore still the prize.

This army must maintain
its readiness to invade.

Would it be possible I go alone
to aid your Virginians

and chastise the traitor?

What of your ships?

Admiral de Barras will keep his.

I require only l'Hermione.

You may go, Monsieur Marquis.

The rest of the forces, I need here.

Sir, we must consider...

As for the turncoat,

let it be known that I am offering...

5,000 guineas to any man

who brings Benedict Arnold down.

A bounty?

Shoot on sight.

Virginia?

But I thought you planned
his capture in New York.

Yes, well, then he shipped out
in the middle of the night,

the same night that we were
set to grab Arnold.

And now Abraham has gone with him.

- (sighs)
- Well, you...

well, then you need to...
you need to get him.

You need to get him right away.

You need to get him out of there.

All right, all right, I will.

I plan to leave tonight.
But listen to me.

I cannot leave while there is still

an active threat in this camp,
so you need to tell me

if Ann Bates is working alone
or if there are others?

Tonight?

Well?

I... I don't... I don't know yet.

I just... I need a little more time...

- Mary, we must know.
- Ben.

- You can't go to Virginia.
- No? And why not?

You are Washington's
head of intelligence.

If you leave against orders, you'll be
branded a traitor, a deserter.

No one else knows Abe's identity.

No one else knows his true allegiance.

I'm the only one who can vouch for him.

- What other choice do I have?
- Caleb. What about Caleb?

Caleb, he...

(sighs) No.

He nearly botched
the mission with Champe.

He was so drunk the night
that we were set to take Arnold.

Simcoe has gotten into his head.

As long as you treat him
as a broken man,

he will be broken.

Give him your trust as a friend,

and he will earn it back.

You're right.

I am still head of intelligence.

I'll have to resign my post.

You have one more day
to tell me about Bates.

Then I arrest her.

♪ ♪

(birds chirping)

- (chatter)
- (horse neighing)

(horse snorts)

- (clicks tongue)
- (horse snorts)

♪ ♪

Ah, Woodhull.

You have some experience
processing colonial goods

through our bureaucracies?

Giving it all a proper appearance?

That's a way of putting it, sir.

Here's a list of the goods

that I've collected during
our time in Virginia.

Rice...

sundries...

- Wine, clothing, and tobacco.
- Several ships' worth.

Simcoe: And the munitions powder

I saw your men pouring into the river?

- Benedict: Colonel.
- General.

Better to dispose of it
than to leave it for the enemy.

We've no room to transport.

What, with so many ships being filled

with your newly acquired tobacco?

I believe you know Private
Woodhull from Setauket?

Yes.

I was sorry to hear about your father.

Major Dundas informed me of your plan

to push further south.

Clinton stipulated
that I consult you both

on matters of consequence.

Consider yourself consulted.

You might want to let the men rest, sir.

Rest?

Is that John Graves Simcoe
just came in through the door?

Well, rested warriors
are more effective.

You lost nine men on your last march.

Wheat from the chaff.

The rebels are coalescing around Guilford
County in North Carolina.

General Cornwallis might
appreciate our assistance.

I have several prospects
between here and Portsmouth

that I'm keen to investigate.

Cornwallis is a capable commander

and I'm sure he has it all in hand.

Is this campaign meant
to stamp out rebels

or enrich your coffers?

Don't worry, Graves.

You're entitled to your fair share.

With respect, sir, I came here to fight,

not to loot.

Well, fortune favors the bold,

as it always has done.

Countless others in this army
have benefited.

Am I to be the only honest
man in this war?

I have opportunities here
that I do not wish to waste.

Woodhull, you will find me
suitable ports to distribute

and sieves through
which to funnel profits.

- Good?
- Sir.

Dismissed.

Both of you.

♪ ♪

(chatter)

So, now you seek sanctuary
under Arnold's wing.

This camp protects you
just as much as me.

(chuckles) Perhaps.

It's only a matter of time

before we both find ourselves
on the same battlefield.

- I'll be ready.
- Will you?

Muskets roaring, men screaming,

the senses completely overwhelmed.

A trained soldier learns
to keep his head.

For a novice, it can be quite frightful.

And when the cannon sounds
and the smoke clouds,

who's to say whose knife
is whose, which gun?

Whose bare hands?

Oh, I grant you,

when it comes to secrets and lies

you're the superior.

But the field is my domain.

We have got to get out of here.

What about Arnold?

What, you want to try
grabbing him from here?

No. One of the Virginia
riflemen will take care of it.

You can't be sure, Abe.

If we stay, we'll be
forced to kill our own.

We need to go back to our side.

- Ready?
- Man: Go.

- (men cheering)
- (both grunting)

We should keep our eyes
peeled for an opening.

- Let's do it now.
- Right time, we run.

And I can burn this coat.

- (chatter)
- (horse neighs)

(Caleb screaming, echoing)

♪ ♪

(whimpers)

Careful. You'll cut yourself.

It's not that sharp.

Certainly not as sharp as my tongue.

I wanted to apologize
for speaking to you

the way I did when you brought me here

and for the general manner
in which I've treated you.

My comments were made in anger,

for fear of Abe's safety.

Yeah, I know.

Did you know that Abe's
been shipped to Virginia?

(sighs)

You have to go and get him, Caleb.

I can't.

I'm not the same man I was.

The man you are

is a man who will do
anything for his friends.

Even I know that. All those
years you came to his aid...

I can't ride, Mary.

I can't shoot.
I can't even throw me axe.

"Whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer,

believing, ye shall receive."

Never been one for Scripture.

Ye shall receive.

♪ ♪

Since the Setauket route has closed,

we've had Mulligan's man Cato
smuggling the information.

You may want to consider
him in place of 725.

Are you sure you have to do this?

Culper needs my help.

You'd do the same thing for a friend.

- (knock on door)
- Come in.

Major Tallmadge,
a Lieutenant Brewster for you.

Colonel Hamilton. Ahem, Major Tallmadge.

The time has come for me to...

resign my commission.

I, uh... I understand.

Thank you for your service,
Lieutenant Brewster.

Oh, yes, sir. Thank you.

May I inquire as to your future plans?

Uh...

actually, I was thinking
of heading south.

See if I can't find
a friend of mine down there.

He's a farmer and having
trouble bringing in his crop.

Thought I might go lend a hand.

♪ ♪

(chatter)

♪ ♪

- Officer: Clear a path, men.
- Officer #2: Clear a path!

Single file!

Clear the way!

Dowling: Cornwallis.

The army won't be but a mile behind.

Go pack up your tents!

We've a lot of room to make!

♪ ♪

Champe: With all these new faces,

this would be a perfect time to run.

Traded a dragoon.

Said he took 'em off a couple
of those French marines,

ones that came down
with that Marquis fellow.

Figure it'd easier to run
with these than a Brown Bess.

The Frenchman's on a boat at Head of Elk

less than a night's ride away.

Good timing, too.

I hear your rebel friends
are about to make a stand.

No, no, no.

(grunting)

- Wait, wait, wait!
- No!

- Stop.
- I want to go with you.

No, no. Let him speak.

I don't care what side you're on.

Please.

I need to get out of here.

- Coward.
- Right.

I'm certainly not a soldier.
I never have been.

Woodhull knows that.

Look, he could've just turned us in.

He just wants to be done
with this war, that's it.

We go at sundown, no delay.

(owl hooting)

Cornwallis: I've already written Clinton

to request more reinforcements.

Our best hope of maintaining the colony

is to seize control of any of the depots

where they might try to resupply.

Petersburg is the depot for both state

and Continental forces.

Exactly, scouts report
Greene and Muhlenberg

have set up a defensive bulwark
here in this town just east.

- Blandford.
- Where we strike.

If we have the numbers.

(all chattering)

Man: I've been drinking a lot.

♪ ♪

Can I get one of those?

(both grunting)

- (gunshot)
- (grunts)

- (all chattering)
- (distant screaming)

Make way! Move! Move!

General, movement on the line.

We think it's deserters.

- (grunting)
- You all right? You all right?

We have to go.

Come on. Come on. We have to go.

Go! Go! We have to go. We have to go.

- We have to go. Come on!
- (screams)

- (distant yelling)
- Shh.

Come on, on your feet.

I wish I could have
been brave once in my life.

- Come on, get up.
- Catch me.

No, no, I can't.
I can't, we have to hide.

- No. Catch. Me.
- (distant yelling)

- Man: This way.
- Man #2: That's right.

Just do it.

Man: Hurry up!

- Halt!
- I caught one!

- (gun clicks)
- (gunshot)

(groans)

♪ ♪

(spits)

Arnold: Find out
if anyone else is missing.

Double the guard. Make sure
no one else tries to run.

Man: Yes, sir.

Desertion. What a cowardly action.

Good catch, Woodhull.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, a fine shot with a pistol.

We'll need that aim
on the field at Blandford

(all chattering)

Mulligan: It'll make an excellent cut.
Mr. Townsend!

Here to sample the latest fashion?

Excuse me, sir. Cato!

Last I saw you, that fellow
was considering his suit.

- Was it a successful fit?
- Problem with the cuffs.

What happened?

All I know is what I read
in Rivington's columns.

Arnold and his legion
are down in Virginia,

so I don't think
they got it off in time.

Arnold in shackles.

That's one account
I'd have enjoyed settling.

Still, nice to see you out
from behind the counter.

Well, your message said it was urgent.

My father-in-law, Admiral Saunders,

is hiring the "Gazette" for a job.

What does an admiral need printed?

Royal Navy Signal Book.

Fighting instructions
for the squadron commanders.

If you could steal a copy,

Cato could get it to one of our friends.

It's been my specialty these days.

Even if we were to obtain their signals,

would they be of use?

Our fleet is nothing compared to theirs.

But the French fleet is.

What if I were to change the typeset?
Change the signals.

Send different copies
to different commanders.

It'd cause mass confusion.

Pardon me, gentlemen,
but wouldn't they know you did it

if they all came from the same place?

They'd come for Rivington.
But he'd know it was you.

- (horse huffs)
- (all chattering)

(clears throat)

A letter from our esteemed commander.

The reinforcements?

Hmm, in all his abundant wisdom,

Clinton is refusing to send them.

Instead, he instructs
we establish a naval post here.

Where?

Yorktown? He wants us at Yorktown?

And all the while stockpiling
soldiers for his inevitable,

titanic clash
with Washington in New York.

Those two deserve each other.

Sir, I implore you
to let me take men south.

Cornwallis defeated Greene at Guilford.

Virginia is collapsing.

The battle for New York is imminent.

Greene needs us now. This is foolish!

Greene can handle himself.

Can you?

Sir.

- (footsteps receding)
- (door opens)

- (blows)
- (distant chatter)

Your plan, major.

Yes, sir.

I, uh, I propose to take Fort
Slongo east of York City.

Now, I've drafted the enemies
works, and as you can see here,

- there are many...
- His opinion is wrong.

You see that, don't you?

Your Excellency...

Everyone disagrees.

The French, Governor Jefferson,

even your own generals,

they are all telling you the same thing.

Sir, you must abandon this...

this obsession with taking New York.

- Obsession.
- The war can be won without it.

How can I possibly win one
without the other?

If we strike in the South,
then it proves to the British

that we are everywhere
and that we will never quit.

And that New York is invulnerable.

After all this time,

it... it will be an admission of defeat.

Sir, we've suffered countless defeats,

and yet, we are still here,
we're still fighting!

And if victory can be gotten
any other way,

then we should go and get it!

You are making this choice
out of cowardice and fear!

And you're making yours out of vanity.

Just like Arnold did.

You will amend yourself.

No, sir. I will not.

You have been blinded
by self-centered ambition,

and it will be my men... no, my friends

who pay the price.

Get out!

Ready all intelligence to be turned over

to Colonel Hamilton.

- Already done.
- (footsteps receding)

(all chattering)

Man: Boys say you
surrendered your weapon.

Caleb: Yes, sir.

I'm Major Frank Ivey. And you?

Name's Caleb Brewster,
Captain Lieutenant.

Second artillery, continentals.

Can you prove your bona fides, Brewster?

Battle of Trenton.

You fellas fought
right alongside the 5th

led by Charles Scott, who we all know

is the most ornery son of a bitch
you'd ever hope to meet.

(all laughing)

We're on our way to Blandford

to turn back Benedict Arnold's legion.

So, what you're after, Brewster?

Same as you. Arnold's legion.

And permission to fight alongside ya.

♪ ♪

- (horse gallops)
- (men chattering)

(gun clicks)

Sorry.

I thought you were someone else.

Cicero: Colonel Simcoe?

If he's gonna come for you,
it'll be during battle.

(sighs) I know.

He's not gonna get the chance.

And when we muster
tomorrow for Blandford,

you just stay away from those rangers.

They have guns, too. More of 'em.

If you come for him, they'll shoot
you where you stand.

Not before I put him down.

And when you get back to New York,

you tell your mother to find a way
to get word to Anna and my family.

You tell 'em...

it was my choice.

What are you doing here, anyway?

(footsteps approaching)

Woodhull, where are your contacts

for our operation?

Uh, sorry, sir,
I thought I had more time.

I need them now.

We're leaving Virginia
earlier than planned.

- The army's leaving?
- Not the army. Me.

Cornwallis is staying
to run a fool's errand.

Arnold: Yorktown?
He wants us at Yorktown?

And all the while stockpiling soldiers

for his inevitable, titanic clash

with Washington in New York.

Those two deserve each other.

Sir, we cannot establish
a position at Yorktown.

We're completely vulnerable there.

Vulnerable? From whom? Nathanael Greene?

I just defeated him.

And how about the French Fleet?

Yorktown is set upon a narrow
neck of land, like this.

With a few ships,
the enemy can cut us off here

or here and intercept our retreat.

We should move up
the James River instead.

- And defy orders?
- Either make a raid on Philadelphia,

or go further north, take the Thames
all the way to New London.

I follow orders, general.
You might try it.

Yes, I have defied orders in the past

but always with cause.

I can read a map, sir.

I know weakness when I see it.

♪ ♪

Arnold: Men like Clinton and Cornwallis

are used to fighting in Europe
where supplies are no issue.

But this army,
they have rations and powder

enough for a march, not a siege.

You pointed all this out to them.

Yes. But they don't see it.
They trust their numbers.

You'd be surprised
how often it's the elements

that you trust most
turn on you in the field.

The army is vulnerable at Yorktown.

And no one will listen to me.

Sir, I actually have
a few contacts up north.

I think they would be very interested.

In your goods, I mean.

And as long as you are leaving anyway,

- I could depart tonight...
- No.

Cornwallis still needs us here.

I'll be taking the Legion
back north after Blandford.

It's just local rabble.
Will be out before you know it.

- (water swishing)
- (footsteps marching)

♪ ♪

(all chattering)

Fire!

(gunshots)

(man yelling)

Incoming!

(yelling) Fire!

Woodhull, where are you going?

We need ammunition, sergeant!

We've got men for that.
Back to your position!

Man: Reload!

(man screaming)

Have a reserve line ready on my command.

Nobody is to move until I say.

- Is that clear?
- (loud crash)

That enfilade will keep us pinned!

♪ ♪

Find Colonel Simcoe.

Paper. Paper.

Bring him these orders
to take down that enfilade.

- Yes, sir!
- Go!

- (bullet whizzing)
- (groans)

A flanking maneuver.
Motlow, you'll carry it out.

Where are you off to?

Unfinished business.

Man: Fall back. Fall back, men!

We have them on the run, lads!
Press forward!

Capture or kill!

(all yelling)

(gunshot)

Run out! On me!

- Push on, lads! Push on! Move! Move!
- (all yelling)

On the double! On the double!

Back in line!

(mumbles)

Man #2: Ugh, come on. Come on.

Man: Watch it, you.

♪ ♪

Culper!

Culper!

(gunshots)

(men chattering)

Man: This way. Follow the right.

(distant gunfire)

(explosion)

(mumbles)

Culper.

- (grunting)
- Culper.

- (clicks)
- It'll all be over soon.

No more hiding. No more lying.

♪ ♪

Regards to your father.

Mary: Ye shall receive.

(gunshot)

(yells out)

(groans)

(screams)

(yells)

(gunshot)

(panting)

(gurgles)

(gasping)

- (all yelling)
- Man: Come on, keep moving!

♪ ♪

(panting)

(gun clicks)

(groaning)

- Colonel! Colonel!
- (groaning)

Help me.

- (straining)
- Lay him down, lay him down.

Colonel, colonel. Colonel, please.

Sir, please, try not to move.
Help in here!

We need help! Bandages, please!

Come on, will you?
I need those bandages now!

Stop the bleeding.

- (mumbles)
- (Simcoe moaning)

- (moaning)
- Stay still!

Bandages, please now!

Arnold: The army
is vulnerable at Yorktown.

Relax. Easy. Try not to move him.

Colonel, still. Easy.

Hold your hand there. You're
in shock, colonel, please.

Easy.

♪ ♪

(panting)

- (distant chatter)
- (birds tweeting)

(footsteps approaching)

Down for a nap?

Here. For Thomas. A going-away present.

Going-away?

I've gotten enough information
to do some real damage.

And I've important people
to share it with.

- What?
- I told you.

My Joseph's an armorer
for the big man himself.

Sir Henry.

Clinton.

I better go before it gets dark.

You stay safe, Mary Smith.

Wait, wait.

Wait, I...

I think... I may be onto something

that the general would be
very interested to know.

What was it? Say it.

Something big. Can you wait
just... just a little longer?

(crickets chirping)

(blows)

- You still working?
- Just taking inventory.

Well, lock up before you retire.

- (yawns)
- (pen scratching)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

Saunders: Signals are to be
repeated by the flag officers.

An interval of five minutes
is to be observed

between each repetition.

An interval of 10 minutes
is to be repeated.

An interval of three minutes
is to be flagged...

(overlapping dialogue)

(door closes)

Turn the bloody stove...

What the devil are you...

No, no, no, no, these are all wrong,
they're all... that's...

How did you even know that I was...

You knew Saunders.

Father-in-law to Mulligan, yeah.

You're a spy.

- You...
- You will forgo your threats.

If you expose me, I will make public

everything I have done here for years.

You'll be a punch line
if the British don't classify you

as a co-conspirator first.

They'd never believe you.

Well, if there's one thing
I have learned here,

it's how to spread a lie.

Is that why you did it then?

To teach us sinners a lesson?

If I was a more pious Quaker,
I would have stayed neutral.

Then why?

Those who sit on the picket
fence are impaled by it.

I was here.

And I could do something.

And that's as much a reason
as anyone ever needs.

(sighs)

You... will sign...

your interest
in the partnership over to me.

The price of my silence.

(pen scratching)

And then you'll run.

What will you say of my departure?

I'll make up a story.

- (sighs)
- (scratching)

Aren't you going to finish?

We've already made a hundred copies.

I'll be damned if I waste more paper.

Turn the stove down when you're done.

- (footsteps approaching)
- (barn door opens)

Anna: Mary?

(sighs)

What is it?

What?

Ann Bates is working alone.

Her contact in the Royal Army
is General Clinton himself.

(sighs) How long have you known this?

- She just told me about Clinton.
- No, no, not... not Clinton.

How long did you know
she was working alone?

For some time.

You were protecting her?

Because she's doing this
for her husband.

Just like you. Is that it?

We've all made mistakes in this war.

But I have a way to atone
for mine if you'll listen.

I told Ann that I was about to discover
something, a crucial secret.

Why would you do that?

Because she trusts
me, and she'll believe

what I tell her.

And so will Clinton.

Well, what do you plan to pass on?

Whatever you want.

♪ ♪

(wind whistling)

(pants)

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

(shouting in French)

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

(French Speaking)

Lafayette: How can
I know that you are not

a British soldier sent by your commander

to provide false intelligence?

Benjamin Tallmadge.

You give him this,

you tell him it's from Abe Woodhull,

and he will verify me!

I myself know the Christian names

of several enemy officers,
and I know Monsieur Tallmadge,

but I have never heard
your name mentioned.

Well, you wouldn't.

Has he ever mentioned
the name Samuel Culper?

- His spy.
- That's me!

Well, you just said
your name was Woodhull.

- I speak English very well.
- Listen, I am trusted by...

- (distant explosions)
- (man shouting in French)

Wait. Wait. I am Culper!

I have to get this
intelligence to Washington!

- (man speaking in French)
- I'm Samuel Culper! I'm Samuel Culper!

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