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King George:
Babes in the nest yearning to fly free.

Hungry chicklings.
Cheep, cheep, cheep.

Tell me, Henry,

have you ever observed
hatchlings in a scrape?

- No, Your Majesty.
- Ah.

Well, that's your problem,
you see?

You don't observe nature.

But all of God's
mysteries and secrets

are revealed
in the natural world

if one has the wisdom
to observe.

In the tern's nest,
one will see chicks.

Tiny beaks open,
crying for mother bird to feed them.

You see, it is the same
for England

and one's own colonies
and dominions.

You are from the Americas,
Miss Wright?

Aye, Your Majesty.
New Jersey.

But my sister lives
in your Pennsylvania.

- Does she now?
- Aye.

And chirping
more happily, I expect,

now that your army has
driven the accursed rebels

out of her home in Philadelphia.

Quite.

King George:
Pennsylvania is northern, yes?

North of tobacco, that is.

- Hmm?
- Yes, Your Majesty.

- Your Majesty, a word?
- Not now, Bill!

Can't you see I'm in situ?

You may wish to remain so, sir.

Everyone out.

Ripped By mstoll

Shouldn't be long.

He grows tired of the exchequer
within an hour.

Don't mind me.

My mother named me Patience
so I would always have a little.

We should have all
been blessed so, eh?

Robert Rogers,

Lieutenant Colonel Commandant

of His Majesty's Queen's Rangers
in America

and your loyal servant.

Should we curtsy?

Or have you a petition
for the king?

An appointment yesterday.

And the day before that
and the day before that, too.

Oh, yes, and I recall
on one of those days

I made quite clear
that you were on the list

- and you shall be seen when called.
- King George: Out! Get out!

I'll finish sitting for my portrait

and hear no more of this.

And get that bloody charlatan
back here at once.

Please.

Miserable West Indies.

I knew... I knew...
I knew we never should have...

How dare they tell me we owe?

I am the one who collects.

I collect!

(shouts)

They treat me as though
I'm some sort of child.

I don't care what it costs
in Maratha.

I don't care what it costs
in the Caribbean.

Responsibility, he says.

Yes, responsibility.

No, no, no.

Majesty, please.
We must keep...

Clean that up.

- Your Majesty...
- What are you doing?

Why are you always following me around?
Everywhere you go.

We're down on all fours,
are we now?

Like a little dog, are we?
What, is it dog time?

Dog time?
Woof, woof, woof!

Woof, woof, woof! Woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof.

Yes?

You're a ridiculous little man.

- (dog barking)
- (bell ringing)

- (horse neighs)
- (laughter)

(laughter continues)

(panting)

- Oh!
- (laughs)

Oi, you kicked me eye.

Don't need your eye.

(laughs, squeals)

(screams)

No!

Stop!
Stop it!

(screams)
Stop! Stop!

(screams)

Stop!

Enough!

It's a bust of the king
we're after.

Where has it gone?
Where have you sent it?

To Versailles?
To Benjamin Franklin in Paris?

How would you sail it
past the embargo line?

Your Grace, please,
I... I don't...

I don't...

Shall we open his head and look there
for what you stole?

No, please.
This boy is innocent.

If not France, then where?

America.

No, not America.

It is bound
for the United States.

- (gunshot)
- (gasps)

What's the name of the ship?

That won't help you now.

Then let us continue this discourse

in my workshop.

Man:
Sir.

Shipping receipt
from the Margaretta.

Left Shell Haven three days ago.
It's bound for Brooklyn.

(whimpering)

(gunshot)

♪ Hush, hush ♪

♪ There's snakes
in the garden ♪

♪ Soul for sale ♪

♪ Blood on the rise ♪

♪ Hush, hush ♪

♪ Know there
will come a day ♪

♪ As they hide
in the cover of night ♪

- ♪ I can't wait anymore ♪
- ♪ Soul for sale ♪

♪ I can't wait anymore ♪

♪ Hush, hush. ♪

(chatter)

Ben:
"The Thoughts of a Free Man."

This is an anonymous attack
on your leadership

and it's been
circulating in the camp.

Look, it begins by laying the loss
of Philadelphia at your feet

and it concludes with
calling for your exile.

It compares you
to the demon Ba'al.

There are rumors
that Horatio Gates and Charles Lee

have both written to Congress
to have you removed

as the commander-in-chief.

I requested an intelligence report
on the movements of the enemy

and you come to me with rumor.

Sir, I see myself as your eyes
and your ears

against all threats to your leadership.

Then what do you see
and hear in Philadelphia?

Well, the...

sir, the city having
just been taken,

I've not had time to cultivate a source
there yet.

New York, then.

You have had sufficient time

to get a person of intelligence
inside that city.

The advice from whom
would provide critical

should we move to retake it.

What is the status
of their defense?

I depend on you

to enlighten us.

Your man Culpeper
on Long Island,

what word from him?

Well, it's... it's Culper, sir.

And it's still too dangerous
to make contact.

I require a full report on New York
Harbor before we move camp.

You shall engage Culper

or recommend to me
a new head of intelligence.

Yes. Yes, sir.

My courier is in the camp
as we speak

and he'll be ready
to set sail tonight.

- (drumming)
- Right here, you.

Come on!
Right here, you.

Right in my lily-white
nut sack.

Huh? Come on,
you savage.

Make your people proud.
Right here!

Come on!

Whoo! That's what
I'm talking about!

Drinks on me, fellas.

What did I tell you?
Huh?

What did I tell you?
Right here.

(speaking Oneida)
Right?

I assume you put in the proper request
for all these supplies?

Huh? Request? No.

No, these are my gifts
for the cause.

Oh, I see.
The black market, then.

Yeah, you do see.

Well, perhaps you might be getting
the itch to make another trade tonight.

Maybe visit our old hometown,

visit an old friend.

Nah, not tonight.

I... I'm afraid this
is not a request, Caleb.

It is an order.

- An order?
- That's right.

I think I'm done with those.

- Done?
- Yeah.

What, done with orders?

Orders, Culper, army.

I mean, it's all a bit
of a tail chaser, yeah?

But with this here, whale oil,

plucked from a fat Tory skiff
off of New Haven

and resold for £12
on Devil's Belt...

that's the kind of profit that can make
a man think about quitting the army

and applying to Congress
for a license to privateer.

That way I can harass His Majesty's
loyal subjects at my pleasure

and make a bit of coin
on the side.

And the best part...
the best part

is the only one I'm risking

is me.

Han Yerry!
(laughs)

Look, Caleb,
this is not my order.

- It's Washington's.
- Oh, Washington.

Well, you'll just have to tell him
that you're following protocol.

See, Culper doesn't signal
unless it's safe,

and he ain't signaled
in two months.

- So it ain't safe.
- Caleb, listen to me.

I am listening, Ben.

I'm listening now like I should have
listened before.

Like when you ordered
to let Simcoe live,

I should have listened to reason
and put my hatchet in his head.

But I didn't.

And he survived long enough
to kill my uncle.

Now that's on me.

You want to get Abe killed?

That's on you.

Caleb.

(music playing)

Two more here and we shall collect
whatever drinking glasses

guests used during hors d'oeuvres
before we seat for dinner.

Yes, ma'am.

(soft chatter)

- Circle, circle.
- (chuckles)

Everything comes round.

Thomas, do be careful
with Grandfather.

- Don't lean on him so.
- He's fine. So am I.

You're still recovering.

Mary, there is perfection and then
there is obsession.

Whitehall has been without a wife's care
for far too long.

And that was before it became home
to soldiers and bachelors alike.

Well, I think
you've done a miracle.

I agree. In fact, I was trying
to relate to Sarah

the extraordinary circumstance
of your journey here,

but I just couldn't
do it justice.

Will you please tell Sarah
the story of the rebel raid?

The night they burned
your husband's farm.

If only as an example
of how to survive such.

We've had no raids
in Oyster Bay,

not since the regulars
took the island.

And we're as safe
here on Long Island

as any can hope to be
in the colonies.

But these rebels,
they have no fear.

Or they have so much,
they're numb to it.

They feel as if they have
nothing left to lose

and they hate us who do.

So after Ben Tallmadge
made his retreat from our town,

some of his men stayed behind

to plunder what they could
on the way out.

Abraham and I thought
they'd gone.

And so we returned home
that night.

Abe had just taken Thomas
out to the privy.

We were spent
and just wanted to sleep

when five men showed up

vowing revenge on the son
of the magistrate.

Brave Ensign Baker
stood against all five.

And they shot him dead.

- (gunshot)
- (Mary screams)

Mr. Baker!

Mary:
They couldn't find Abraham

as he was protecting Thomas.

So they set fire
to the house and fled.

How awful.
Everything gone.

No, not everything.

We had each other.

And together, Abraham and I have vowed
to move forward

and leave the past where it lay.

- (music playing)
- (chatter, laughter)

Mr. DeJong
calling for you.

Thank you, Cicero.

(coughing)

(men singing drunkenly)

(laughing)

Ah, Anna.
More jugs, please.

(man urinating)

(laughs)

And, deary,

could you be dearier

and empty this on your travels?
(laughs)

How about I save time
and refill right here?

Your ale's likely superior
to what we've got stocked.

(sloshes)

Oh, Major.
Welcome.

(music stops)

Is there a problem?

A problem?

No, I simply wish
to drink an ale.

Anna, an ale for the major.

Two. Op-op.

I actually have a matter to discuss
with Mrs. Strong.

If you could procure the drink,
Mr. DeJong, that would be helpful.

(sloshes)

(music resumes)

Um, Mary Woodhull
is hosting a dinner,

you see, at Whitehall.

And, well, you see, she's been trying
to do so for the past month.

Host a dinner
in my honor, that is.

As fortune would have it for
Mrs. Woodhull and indeed the rest of us,

the capture of Philadelphia
is a victory worth celebrating,

and celebrate we shall tonight.

And I would be honored
to escort you there as my guest.

- Me?
- You.

- With you?
- With me.

Uh, not...

Allow me to...
this is not a...

gesture or an advance
in any way.

I sincerely wish to honor

the loyalty and the bravery
that you showed

on the day that you leapt
from your rebel captors.

I betrayed my husband, sir.

It was his boat I jumped from.

You chose loyalty to your king.

There can be
no nobler sacrifice.

I doubt the Woodhulls
will see it that way.

It was Abraham who reminded me
of your right action

and who inspired me
to take my own.

Abraham Woodhull

suggested you invite me
to his home?

No, that was my idea.

But he did acknowledge the difficulties
that your families have had

and felt that it's time
for all differences to be put aside

and for common bonds
to be strengthened.

His words, not mine.

(music playing)

- Good evening.
- A pleasure.

Mr. DeJong.

Father, please sit down.
Mary and I can greet the guests.

I'm fine. Will you please stop
fussing, Abraham?

- All right, all right.
- (door opens)

Anna.

Ah, there you are.

You all know Mrs. Strong,
of course.

You look fine, madam.
Very fine.

Anna:
Thank you.

Ah, yes.

And thank you all for having me.

- I think I may have that sit after all.
- Absolutely.

I'll... I'll help you, Father.

Major, perhaps a viewing
of the Loch Lomond.

Hmm. Mrs. Strong, would you care
to view Loch Lomond

before dinner gets underway?

There's nothing like it in Setauket.
You really should.

By all means, then.

This way.

The major wants to chime in
on the wine choice for tonight.

We have Madeira, claret,
and Virginia white.

He can arrange them
in whatever sequence he wishes.

All right, don't kill
the messenger.

No, actually, pork.

- Who is the artist?
- Jacob More.

Specializing in portraiture,

but a trip to Florence has broadened
his intentions, it seems,

and perhaps made him
long for home.

(knocks)

Major, our esteemed magistrate

wishes you to consult
on a wine strategy.

(chuckles)
Ah, indeed.

To battle, then.

Ah, ah.

- Signal Caleb.
- What?

- Where have you been?
- She's been watching.

- If not her, then her sewing circle.
- It's been over a month.

I've had to play my part,
but I'm ready now.

For what?

This is for Ben.

It's instructions
for a new code book.

It explains about Ensign Baker.

How he found the book,
how I shot him,

how I fired my farm and said
Tallmadge's men were to blame.

You want to tell Ben the truth?

- What about Mary?
- Everything except Mary.

Excuse me.

Abe: If Washington finds out
that she knows,

he may think me compromised.

You are compromised.
She does know.

Just take it to the drop.

Signal Caleb.
I have the rest in hand.

Wait.

It's a stiletto blade.

I have to get used to
wearing it under the suit.

It's the one I'll be
taking to New York.

New York? How?

You've no cabbage to sell
and no hogs to trade

as you've burned your bridges
with the quartermaster.

What excuse
could you possibly...

You'll see tonight.

(door opens, closes)

(door opens)

- (chatter)
- (clinking glass)

- (chatter stops)
- Ah.

Tonight we celebrate
the victories in our king's name

and we honor the sacrifice
made along the way.

This year I learned
the power of loss.

And I'm not speaking of my farm,

but of when I nearly lost
my father to a rebel bullet

and our town nearly
lost its magistrate.

A possibility which
should terrify all of you,

considering it was I
who had to prosecute in his stead.

- You performed admirably.
- Father, I lost the case.

That happens.
Not to me so much, but...

(all laughing)

No.

Loss begets gain.

It inspires change.

Your near loss pushed me
to take up the law again

and my loss at trial
pushed me to want to win.

Especially against
those who rape

and murder in the name
of independence.

My toast to you tonight
is a promise.

I am to finish what
I began at King's College.

I aim to study the law
by your example.

And come one day,

I will set out for New York

to seek an apprenticeship
to a barrister.

And even if it takes me
a year of going there and back,

I will see it through.

I've found my calling.

And you have made
your father very proud.

Hewlett:
Hear, hear. Hear, hear.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you very much.

Shall we eat?
Let's eat.

(voices echo)

No, no. I... no.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Abraham.
I can't let you do that.

I'm sorry.

Mary, what are you...
what are you talking about?

You know why you
can't go to New York.

The rebels burned your farm.
They shot your father.

You are the son
of the magistrate

and they hate you for that.

You were a target of the Patriots
and they will try again.

(stammering)

You think that I'm in danger
of some kind?

There have been tales
of... of kidnapping

and killing of prominent Tories
all over Long Island.

Ensign Baker died
defending your farm.

You yourself
were beaten and robbed

on the way to York City and you wish
to try again alone?

Mary.

I agree with you, madam.

And that is why I shall
guarantee his safety.

He shall be granted an escort.

Richard:
Now that is wise.

I hire two every trip.

No, Major, I couldn't possibly afford
to pay for such a...

There is no need.

I shall provide a top man
from my own regiment

who will go with you to the city

and stay by your side
till your journey is over.

That way, all of our minds
can be put at ease.

No, I do not need...
I do not need an escort.

There's no shame in it.
It's a dangerous world out there.

Thank you, sir.
That's very generous of you, sir.

It is my pleasure.

It's done. Let's eat.

- Hewlett: Worth waiting for.
- Richard: Yes, isn't it?

"I believe that it is better
to die honorably in the field

- than in a stinking hospital."
- I concur with that.

Men:
Cheers.

And this, this here,
truer still.

Listen. "I believe that the proper
methods of attacking,

beating and conquering the enemy

has never as yet been adopted
by the commander-in-chief."

I couldn't have said it
better myself, boys.

Who do you think is the author?

Someone fed up,

armed with common sense
and the courage to speak out.

Oi, Bradford.

You might want to be
more careful with that.

Your anonymous hero
makes common sense

sound a bit like treason.

That's your commander
that he's hacking at.

Not for much longer, I think.

What?
What did you just say?

This letter is well-formed
opinion based on fact.

Our esteemed commander

left his flank wide open
at Brandywine.

He lost the battle,
cost America her capital city.

Is it treason to speak the facts
in this army now?

Fine.
So...

who would you see as commander?

Congress would likely
choose Gates.

Gates, right.

Sure, or perhaps
your man Charles Lee.

Stand back.

Who was captured while
with his mistress... fact.

Who escaped the enemy
on his own.

What was she, a tavern wench?

No wonder he's been
so absent in the field.

He's too busy playing
with his whore pipe.

At least he has one.
And the sons to prove it.

While poor George must content himself
with collecting young men.

Why, you...

Hold him down.
Hold him down.

Now we're gonna shut
that pretty mouth.

With respect, sir,

the only one who punches
my friend is me.

Hey.

(groans)

You like that, huh?

(spits)

Wait, Caleb.
Hey there, boy.

Thank you.

And you were right.
You were right about Culper.

It's not safe to make contact
unless he's signaled.

I won't move
without you, all right?

Are you all right?

Yeah, it's just a scratch.

Are you all right, though?

What, have I really
been such an ass?

Well, yeah.
You have.

(laughs)

I wish I could just walk up and ask
that of Washington.

"Are you all right, sir?"

The man won't stand up
for himself against his detractors.

I cannot for the life
of me understand why.

Well, you know
these officer types.

Hmm?

Always under pressure,

shouldering burdens us foot-wobblers
don't know or can't see.

Huh?

Maybe give him some slack.

(singing drunkenly)

Shh. Thomas.

I just don't understand, Richard,

why we haven't done this before.

You didn't want to be celebrated.

Ah, well, I am lifting
the embargo on that.

In the meantime, God night.

- And good bless.
- (laughs)

Where's Thomas?

He's asleep downstairs.
Aberdeen's with him.

Don't you think we should talk?

I think everyone had
a splendid evening.

Just a splendid evening,
wouldn't you agree?

Almost everyone.

Well, I know I did.

Dinner, drinks, and the theater
all in one night.

I thought your performance
was excellent.

I learned from the best.

Touché.

(clears throat)

An armed escort
with me at all times.

Very clever.

Abraham, please.

I don't feel very clever
and I don't wish to be your adversary.

Oh, no, don't be hasty
'cause you got a talent for it.

And I mean that to your credit.

You're much more than the blushing rose
my brother first told me about.

And you, you are a far
more interesting husband

than the cabbage farmer
that I was wed to.

Well, then we make
a perfect couple, don't we?

If you hate me,
just say it straight out.

There's no longer a need
to be hiding the truth from each other.

We've both suffered
the consequence of that.

You're a God-fearing man.
I know that, Abraham.

Our Savior has tested us
and has given us a second chance.

And I had hoped and I had prayed

that the death of Ensign Baker,
a good man,

- an innocent man...
- Mary, we're...

...would have opened your eyes
to the folly of these schemes.

We are not talking about
Ensign Baker right now.

Did his death
mean nothing to you?

No, his death meant everything!
It changed everything!

I had tried at every step to do right,

to protect my family,
to stand for my principles,

to stay out of the fight
and true to myself.

And Baker is the bloody proof
that I cannot do both.

Now, if I stop now,
his death will mean nothing.

Abraham, please,
you're hurting me.

He should never
have been in our house

just as Hewlett
should not be now.

We do not need their laws,
their taxes, or their protection.

And I will not stop
my mission for Washington

until the last king's man
has set sail back to England.

Now, do you understand?

Who will protect us
from King Louis

when his ships return
to reclaim New France?

You've been speaking
to my father again.

You asked what I believe in.

Then why don't you
just turn me in?

Abraham, don't you know?

Sometime during that night while I was
watching our house burn,

it became clear to me
and it brought me peace.

I love you, Abraham.

I love your strength
to stand on your own

no matter what
anyone else thinks.

I love the way
that you care for our son.

I love your lips
and I love your eyes.

And I will do what I must
to protect you.

Even if that means
protecting you from yourself.

Mary...

I don't feel the same.

I know.

I know.

It's not as bad as I feared.

And I did fear that for so long.

You may go to New York
to study the law, Abraham.

But I'm afraid that's all
you'll have time for there.

- Woodhull.
- Corporal Eastin.

On your way to post?

You are my post.

I'm your new escort
per Major Hewlett.

Oh, excellent.
I see.

Well, when I'm ready to travel,
I'll be sure to let you know.

My orders are to not
let you out of my sight.

For your own safety.

I think I'm safe here in Setauket.

Are you?

(chatter)

"That the enemy has been
greatly deceived

having no reason to expect

so valuable a prize
as the city of Philadelphia

with so few broken bones."

Tell me, monsieur,

do you have gutter journalists
in your country?

In France we would have them
thrown in the Bastille.

General Lee,
what do you read there?

Lee:
What, this?

Just a complaint, sir.

Factional, anonymous.

You don't want
to read it, trust me.

You read it, then.

Please.

Lee: Sir.
(clears throat)

"I believe that some people

have too much interest in
the continuance of the war

and that the head
cannot possibly be sound

when the whole body
is disordered.

That Washington,
the bastard of Brandywine,

should be flogged
for his failure.

That the people of America

have been guilty of idolatry
by making a man their god.

And the God of heaven and earth

will convince them
by woeful experience

that he is only a man."

(footsteps)

Forgive me.

Please, do continue.

A greater load of horseshit
I've not heard dropped in years.

Here.

Let me.
(scoffs)

"That the honorable
Congress..." ha!

"...in many cases

has been too much led
by military men."

Do you agree with that, Charles?

(scoffs)
Of course not.

Man:
No? Oh, I do.

Those squeeze crabs in Congress

have been misled
by military men,

just the wrong kind.

They'd be better off
listening to a man

who'd venture into a cold night
and come back with a victory.

But don't take my word for it.

I'm just the poor son
of a drunkard.

A mere pharmacist's apprentice

and the veteran of only 11 battles

in this conflict for our freedom.

Now, of course,

we cannot know who wrote
this grub shite,

but I would gamble he is not the equal
of a commander

who rides headlong in the fray

and yet has never
been shot nor captured.

An endorsement by the God
of heaven and earth

- if there ever was one.
- Hear, hear!

(pounding)

Monsieur, may I introduce to you

General Benedict Arnold.

General, this is
Theveneau de Francy

of the Roderigue
Hortalez Company.

Bonjour.

Will you join us, General?

Oh, sir, please.

It is an honor, sir.

Do you still have an appetite?

Always.

(thunder crashing)

There is something I did not say

when I made my proposal
to go to New York.

Something I kept hidden
and you should know it.

You should know that I intended

to undertake a completely
different task.

One far more dangerous
and far less honorable.

As you may know,

I never graduated
King's College.

What you may not know,
what no one knows is...

while at King's
I had a connection.

A shameful, misguided friendship

with several members
of a secret group of Patriots.

They called themselves
the Sons of Liberty.

It's not a past
that I am proud of.

But it is one
that could be of use now.

You were right
about the danger that we face.

There are traitors everywhere.

Now I wish to uproot them
from the ground

before they strike
my family again.

Uproot them how?

I believe that the Sons of Liberty
may still be operating in New York,

albeit concealed underground.

If I can find them,

convince them that
I'm still on their side,

I can deliver you the names
of the whole group.

You wish to act the Patriot?

In order to catch traitors,
I must play one myself, yes.

Of course, it...

it won't do to have Corporal Eastin
standing guard while I do so.

He may still accompany
me to the city,

but in order to keep
up appearances,

I must act alone.

Are not the Sons of Liberty

the same cabal that sparked
the Liberty Pole Riots?

The same men who murdered
your older brother Thomas?

Well, you see now
why I must do this.

And why I beg you
not to tell my father.

He may never speak to me again
if he were to learn of my past.

He may never speak to you
again if you should die

while exposing the rebels
or while masquerading as one.

I will not sit home
in safety and comfort

while others are dying
for their beliefs.

I took an oath in your presence

swearing to defeat any treasonous
conspiracies made against the king.

Now, please...

Let me fulfill my oath.

- (footsteps)
- (horse neighs)

A wee bit late for visitors,
isn't it?

You wish to see
His Majesty or not?

Your Majesty,

it is a most distinguishing honor

to stand in your royal
presence once more.

I do hope you recall

the warm spirit of my prior audience
just 14 years ago.

The same season

you enjoyed my accounts
of the methods used

to trap a black bear
in his winter den, eh?

(laughs)

I also hope that you recall

my petition,

that being the discovery

of the Northwest Passage

and claiming it for England.

I humbly submit to you

this proposal tonight.

It is said that you are the best hunter
and tracker in America

and that you are a...

...killing gentleman.

You will be granted a charter
to discover the Northwest Passage.

You will be appointed
command to raise troops.

You will serve on
full pay as a major.

And all your debts
will be cleared by the Crown.

There is a valuable piece
of royal property

on a ship bound for New York.

It is concealed
inside a waxwork.

- Concealed?
- It was stolen from the palace,

and must be recovered

before it falls into the hands
of the rebel army.

And it must never fall
into the hands of France.

Never.

You are to find it and destroy it

along with anyone else
that may have seen it.

By my honor,

I will see it done.

(theme music playing)

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