Previously on AMC's "Turn: Washington's Spies"...
In portraying you, I, in fact, outshined the original.
She's been seen on the arm of several bachelor officers.
She may be seducing them for secrets.
- What happened to Caleb? - He was grabbed.
I have evidence that he is a key rebel spy.
Talmadge the leader, you the courier...
Woodhull is Culper.
Their pirates took one of ours.
You have ours take one of theirs.
We're gonna go back and kidnap Judge Woodhull and his son
and trade them for Brewster.
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.
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£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.
Clear out your thing
He'll be back, Mrs. Arnold.
Just you see.
And remember, I'm still Peggy,
not Mrs. Arnold.
Now come, we have much to discuss.
One! Two! Three!
Get him out.
I know you.
You're a Ranger.
He just said you're a Queen's Ranger.
Well, that's something you mention
before you start trading men across the Sound.
Used to be with them, but not no more.
Who you trading me for?
Some local magistrate and his son... Woodhull.
Benedict?
I waited past the noon bell to meet with him, Peggy.
Even then, Clinton adjourned my council until the ninth.
And he was in with just a young adjutant the whole time.
God only knows what they were doing.
- Good afternoon, sir. - Mrs. Arnold!
Benedict, you remember Abigail and her son, Cicero.
Yes, they were in service here before my residence.
Well, they've returned, and I thought it fit to reinstate them.
Peggy, I have given you many liberties, but this is not one of them.
And now I have three to board.
- I sent Zipporah away. - What?
I wouldn't have taken such action
if I did not believe it to be in your favor.
Allow me to be the judge of what is in my favor.
It's been over a month since we sent you
to deliver Major André's uniform.
The Continentals do not honor
the freedom papers we were given, sir.
So you were captured?
No, but passage back was difficult.
Why must you bring a reminder of André into our home?
The royal officers blame me for his mistakes.
Dearest, don't you see?
By bringing in people of his life,
it shows you honor his memory and sacrifice,
just as those officers do.
I'll allow it.
On a provisional basis.
But dock two crowns on account of her son's lodging.
Do not worry.
All this will soon be forgotten.
You think they'll take us back to Setauket or York City?
I hope Setauket. I assume York City.
That's what I was thinking.
Cooke'll want to see what he paid for.
Could be a chance to get a look at his books.
Now you want to spy on Jonathan Cooke?
Well, with your help, of course.
That's not what I meant.
No, I know, but think about it.
He handles the war chest.
If I can get to him...
we can find out where their pounds are spent.
And where they send their sterling
will tell you where they'll send their army.
"Money is a good soldier."
Don't quote Shakespeare. That's my trick.
Here. You want a bite?
Bribery now, huh?
Are there no ends you won't go to?
Haven't found one yet.
To think I dreamed one day you'd be an officer
in the King's Army.
No.
No, Thomas was always the fighter, not me.
My Thomas was older and stronger.
You were always the fighter.
You know, the truth is when I was a boy...
I wanted to wear that redcoat more than anything.
If you truly want to get your eyes on the Crown's ledgers,
you're gonna have to entice Cooke
with something more than ham and cabbage.
What do you suggest?
They've arrived.
It's time.
Caleb?
What have you done to him?
Eh?
There weren't no terms for his constitution,
just that he was living.
Well, I'm sure we can find a way to even it out.
No, no, there'll be no blood for blood today.
You Judge Woodhull?
- Send him over. - Send the money.
Brewster for the one.
The money for the other.
You pick first trade.
- I'll go. - Me.
The judge.
It's all right.
Is that... that's Akin-balls.
Simcoe's gonna love seeing that scalp.
Now the son.
Something ain't right.
You have any more friends here?
- What? - It ain't them.
Get...
The mill!
- Get to the mill! - Come on, get inside!
Move!
Come on, hurry!
God damn it, come on!
Cover the windows.
- You goddamn priggers! - What the hell was that?!
- You brought men! - Hey, the enemy is out there!
They fired on all of us.
Now lower your weapons! Cover the window!
Go on, get the boat ready.
I'll hold them off.
There! Go out there!
Should we reload?
No, he's empty, too.
We've been looking for you, deserter.
Why come back now?
Don't know. Why kill your own side?
Let's answer him, boys!
Who else saw me?
Hey!
There's two behind the rocks.
Three behind the woodpile.
They got the money. What are they still doing here?
Who the hell are they?
Looked like Vermonters.
What, with bayonets?
He's, uh...
He's still out there. We should...
- He's gone. - He fell.
He's gone! Look at me.
He's gone. But you're not.
- You still with me? - Yeah.
We're gonna need all you've got as well.
Come on.
I count five more at the rear.
That's 10. We gotta surrender.
They're here to kill us.
We don't know what side they fight on.
- It doesn't matter. - No, he's right.
If they're skinners, we should talk to them.
If they're cowboys, he should.
Now, we'll make a white flag
and we'll...
- Good day, General. - Is it?
Madeira.
I feel as though I should apologize
over the Brewster mishap.
No need.
Fault lies in the principles of our fellow officers.
Colonel Cooke does seem to value commerce over justice.
And Clin...
and others are no better.
Couldn't agree more.
This war would be over if we had leaders
who were unafraid to finish it.
Forgive me,
but it seems something else is troubling you.
Did you manage to resolve the matter
of the prisoner exchange?
Yes, yes. It's all been arranged.
Ah, good.
Do you have a wife, Simcoe?
No, but one day, I hope.
You hope because you lack experience of it.
Wives are wonderful creatures, to be sure,
but they sometimes press for favors
that go against our better judgment.
- Like that woman you had arrested. - What woman?
I saw her at Bridewell while Brewster was there,
and then at Kennedy House not long before.
Oh, Philomena Cheer.
No, she has nothing to... why do you say this?
I merely observed a disagreement
between her and Mrs. Arnold that night.
What night? At Kennedy House?
Mmm, though I may have misread the exchange.
Excuse me.
They're gonna try to burn us out.
All right, we have to... we have to mount a sortie.
We need to try to find a way to surprise them,
try to take out as many as we can while we still have a chance.
This leads to the trace.
An escape?
No, no, but a least a way for one of us to get behind them,
create a flank or some kind of distraction at least.
I'm going.
Abe, Abe, no.
I'll wait for your signal, then I'll draw their fire towards me.
- Abe, you're in no condition... - It won't matter.
There's still 10 of them, 4 of us.
Six.
There's six of us.
- Hey. - Hmm?
The torches are nearly done.
- Get ready. - Righto.
Ah, there we go.
That's something.
Fisher, hey, what's taking so long?
You've got enough loot. Now come on!
Come on, hurry. He's waiting for our signal.
Fire's almost ready.
Where the hell did Thorburn get off to?
And Cole and Mackey?
Chasing down stragglers. It doesn't matter.
There's only a few left in there.
We'll smoke 'em out.
Now cover me.
He must be in position by now, eh?
You ready?
Always.
All right, come on.
Light each corner.
I'll throw one on the roof for good measure.
No!
Come around!
Retreat! Retreat!
Excuse me, Colonel Hamilton?
Uh, I have an urgent matter to discuss with you.
Why come to me with this?
Because Major Tallmadge is away on a mission.
What mission? Never mind.
And pay this warning no mind either.
There are always rumors of discontent.
These are not just rumors, I fear.
And the grievance is not just among the enlisted,
but the officers as well.
Well, perhaps they should revolt, then.
What?
It could be just what this army needs.
I... I don't understand.
I have written to Congress about the needs of this army
more times than I can count.
How can we expect them to listen to us
when they don't even listen to each other?
They can't all be like that.
Madam, you don't know these men like I do.
My husband serves in Congress, sir.
Well, then what do you need me for?
Or the general?
You can write to Congress yourself and secure the bounties
and back pay we need to forestall mutiny.
"My Dearest Selah,
I write you with news that I...
am now safely in the New Windsor Encampment.
It has been too long,
and there is so much I must tell you,
but I write you this letter now not only as your wife,
but as someone who is witness to a growing crisis here in camp.
Conditions and pay for the men here are unfair,
even cruel, and I fear some soldiers
are on the verge of a great revolt,
one which could upend our entire cause.
We need someone here like you, someone from Congress,
to see with his own eyes and hear with his own ears
the plight of the army
before it becomes too late.
I beg of you to come here as soon as you can, Selah,
for all our sake."
Miss Cheer.
You attest to have been in the service
of the Crown at one time.
Yes. I assisted Major André.
- How? - I helped him persuade
a Continental general, Charles Lee,
to recognize the favor of Great Britain.
Charles Lee?
But I don't understand how that could have led
to these accusations against me.
I can't imagine who would name me as disloyal to the Crown.
A Mr. Frederick Morgan testified against you.
Freddy?
What would he have to do with any of this?
I only know him be...
What?
What is it?
I can grant you exoneration
if you have counter-evidence which proves out.
Did he tell you who paid his account?
Hmm? When he arranged my hair?
No.
It was Major André.
And only when he wished for me to resemble...
Miss Shippen.
Did he not mention that?
Should I be concerned, Abigail,
about this man Zipporah mentioned?
Oh, I think not.
Maybe someone I knew from the market.
Well, if it is a worry, I hope you would trust me
as I do you.
Benedict, you've come home just in time f... f...
You have taken me for a fool!
Get out!
You lying, lascivious wench.
I have given you everything of me!
Everything!
My money, my country.
- God, my honor! - Benedict what are you talking about?
John André!
I've spoken to your rival, Miss Cheer,
and learned how you used your molly friend to manipulate me.
Whatever that woman said...
And like a blind man, I refused to believe
that you pined for that worm,
despite his pathetic bloody efforts to win you back.
Oh, yes.
The good major demanded...
no, begged that we break off our engagement.
£10,000 he offered to win your hand.
Not to worry, I happily informed
our hanged friend that his light-heeled whore
was already well broken in.
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
I wish you would have died instead of John.
I wish it with your every breath!
Good.
Then you wish for a gull and a coward!
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