04x04 - Nightmare

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Previously on AMC's "Turn: Washington's Spies"...

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.

Man: We're trading you for a true Son of Setauket.

♪♪

Man: Track Arnold's smugglers to wherever the exchange is.

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

No survivors.

- (thunder rumbles)
- (whispering) - - , hypocrite, Ambush.

- (footsteps) Tories, and es- - - ... he hostages.

Washington.

- - ...

Culper.

- - , Culper Jr.

Oh, honestly.

- - ...

rain?

Is it raining?

(rain pattering)

- - ...

disapprove.

- - ...

disregard.

- - ...

disappoint.

(thudding footsteps approaching)

♪

- - ...

- - ...

Richard: What are you doing?

(whispers) Nothing.

Show it to me.

I said show it to me!

You've ruined it.

Ruined it! You ruined it!

- (grunts)
- Ruined it!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- (grunts)

(rain pattering)

- (grunts)
- Shh.

Here.

- (groans)
- Don't move too quickly.

(coughs)

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.

(grunts)

I said don't move too quickly.

♪

(voice breaks) I'm so sorry.

It's raining.

(thunder rumbling)

(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 ♪

You need a good spot of rest.

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

(man groaning)

- (man coughing, gasping)
- Doctor: It's all right.

It's all right. Just breathe.

- (gasping continues)
- Calm yourself.

Calm yourself.

- (man screams)
- Breathe, breathe.

I need you to calm down.

♪

- (chatter)
- (hammer clinking)

(horse whinnies)

(horse whinnies)

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.

(door opens, closes)

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 thr*at 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.

- (sniffing)
- 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.

Clinton: I do not need my quartermaster coming to me

with complaints of dead friends.

This local magistrate, "Woodhole," has been k*lled, and Colonel Cooke is distraught.

There were no bodies recovered, sir.

The reports came from one of your privateers who managed an escape.

You who 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 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 w*r.

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.

(poker clangs)

♪

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 w*r down on Washington's head like the god Ares himself.

Rivington: The reverend said, "My son,

now is not the time to make new enemies."

- (laughter)
- 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.

Benedict: 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,

I don't see any reason to abstain from adding a little color to an otherwise dreary report.

Plus, such tales might raise the pulse of certain men contemplating service in His Majesty's new legion.

- (sighs) Oh...
- (ale pouring)

The young Quaker reprimands me.

Not at all.

I merely find such editorial unnecessary when the truth is quite bloody enough.

Not the way I'll write it.

Look, I don't care about Lyme.

Just make the terms of recruitment clear.

A bounty of three guineas for each noncommissioned officer and private who comes over, plus uniforms, subsistence,

and pay equal to other troops in the British service.

- Thank you.
- Uh...

to the American Legion!

Put those away.

(hooves clopping)

Who goes there?

♪

Identify yourself.

(nickers)

(r*fles cock)

- Halt!
- (grunts)

(neighs)

Brewster. Caleb Brewster.

(murmuring)

- (fire crackling)
- (insects chirping)

- Caleb. Caleb.
- (gasps)

No, no. No, it's all right, it's all right.

Shh, it's all right. It's just... it's just a precaution.

What in God's name were you thinking, trying to ride out in this condition?

I'm fine.

I just wanted to get some food.

When they found you, they said that you were muttering a Catholic prayer.

Hail Mary.

Right, well, maybe you just need a bit more rest.

Ben, I need to tell you something.

I can't tell you here.

♪

Are you going to say something?

When he's home... at rest. Maybe then.

- Abe...
- I said you don't have to do this.

And I said I wanted to.

Why? He never cared for you.

He was a bastard to you, in fact, as was I.

- Let's not pretend.
- It wasn't always that way.

I loved you. I loved him once, as well.

As a father.

When I thought he would be my...

(sighs)

How did you survive this?

Ben told me he found you passed out by the water, a dead man next to you.

- So, how did you...
- I didn't.

I thought I was done for, and then...

Jordan.

Came outta nowhere and saved my life.

Jordan?

Yeah, from Setauket.

You mean Akinbode.

That's his true name.

You saw him?

I wonder if she knows.

Abigail is in York City.

Cicero's with her.

- Still sending messages?
- No.

She went back for him.

For Akinbode.

He... he fled for Canada and he promised to return.

She... she's hoping he'd come back.

I didn't know they were together.

To hear her tell it, they kissed only once.

Well, if it's done right...sometimes it's all you need.

(door opens)

Caleb.

Why is he up and about?

Because this can't wait.

You all right?

Simcoe knows you're Culper.

How?

- I told him.
- No, you didn't.

If I didn't say it aloud, Ben, he got it from my silence.

Simcoe tortured him, tried to get him to sign a confession, which he didn't.

It doesn't matter. He knows.

When word came through that I was to be traded

and he heard who for, that's when he knew.

And that's when he decided to do something about it.

Wait, what are you talking about?

Those bandits at Lyme, the ones who ambushed us...

- No.
- They were Rangers, Abe.

- No, no, no...
- It was Simcoe.

♪

(chatter)

Two sentries. One of them's Morgan, so it won't be a problem getting the g*ns.

- Good.
- You all set, Parker?

Uh, I don't know.

Parker, look, this isn't a mutiny.

We're not looking to take command.

We're just after what's owed to us.

And we've run out of options. Think of it.

If a general like Arnold can't get paid, what chance have we got?

We've served here for three years, all of us here, and now they're asking us to wait till the end of the w*r to get our wages.

There'll be bacon in the trees first.

Congress spits in our faces.

They pay newly enlisted to encourage more volunteers.

While we sit here starving.

And now it's time to show these delegates there are consequences.

So, are you in or are you out?

♪

What is this?!

Return to your quarters!

We're Philadelphia bound.

Join us or step aside.

Disband immediately or face penalty.

Now move! Sergeant!

(men groan, bodies thud)

Well, you said it yourself, Caleb, you didn't sign anything.

- You never even said his name.
- I don't know what I said.

What do you mean?

I blacked out.

I lost time.

When I came to, he thanked me.

That bastard thanked me.

Thanked you? What for?

I don't know. I don't remember a thing.

What if I gave up Townsend?

What if I gave up Mary?

We have to save her, Ben.
We have to bring her here now!

He could be on his way to Setauket!

No, no, no, no, Caleb, he doesn't know.

If you'd gave up Townsend, then we would have read about his hanging by now.

And you never signed any papers, so he doesn't have proof.

Otherwise, why disguise his men at the mill?

And why... why k*ll Tories alongside Patriots?

Why not just take the money?

Cooke's money, that's why.

- This wasn't sanctioned.
- No, it was vengeance.

Tried to k*ll him at Rocky Point by plotting an ambush.

Tried to k*ll him in Setauket by plotting a revolt.

And each time...

I trusted his k*lling to someone else.

I am not gonna make that mistake again.

- Abe...
- The Rangers are posted in York City.

- Well, then I go to York City.
- Then you'll die.

Simcoe is a veteran soldier, a k*ller protected by K*llers surrounded by the British Army on a fortress isle.

You will die. He will laugh.

- She's right, I can't let you...
- Can't let me?

Washington will never approve it.

There's another mission being planned in York City.

- He... he won't endanger that.
- What mission?

- It's none of your concern.
- I am taking a horse and cart.

And if Washington has something to say about it, he can come down here and stop me himself!

- Abe, if you know...
- (pounding on door)

Man: Major Tallmadge, are you all right?

- (door rattles)
- Major Tallmadge!

- What is it?
- It's mutiny, sir.

Half the Pennsylvania line's revolted.

They stole weapons, k*lled officers.

They say they're marching on Congress.

Muster the men to the river.
I'll be right there.

Yes, sir.

It's a mutiny.

There'll be guards posted everywhere.

You try to leave now, you'll be sh*t.

Now, you keep him here.
And all of you, keep safe.

♪

Clinton: Ah, there he is.

Simcoe, you've met Major Dundas of the th foot.

- Colonel.
- Major.

Cigar?

Thank you, sir, but they don't agree with me.

The taste reminds me of Havana, where I lost many dear friends.

Not to the Spaniards, mind you.

Yellow fever.

You don't like to lose, do you?

I watched him at Monmouth, leading a rally against the rebel charge.

"Wrong way!" he shouted as Leslie's men made their rearguard.

At any rate, it's Virginia tobacco.

And you may find yourself in a mood to savor it sooner than you think.

I've authorized our new brigadier, Benedict Arnold, to raise a legion of Loyalists.

To supplement this force,

I am seconding the th foot to his command

and the Queen's Rangers.

We will serve under Arnold?

You don't like that?

(chuckles) Good.

Your orders are to follow his, though he is not aware of the commission I now grant you.

In the event of Arnold's death or incapacity,

I authorize you to take command of the legion.

I leave the definition of "incapacity"to your own judgment.

(blowing)

Something on your mind?

I do not appreciate the manner in which you address me as a subordinate in front of our patrons.

I may serve drinks from time to time, but I do not serve you.

I am your partner whose investment saved your business from certain collapse.

I will be treated as such or I will be gone.

You've got sand, Robbie.

Far more than you care let on.

I shan't repeat the insult.

Too proud to help me finish?

Is "monarch" spelled M-A-N?

(huffs)

We've printed copies, so tonight it is.

"Rebels Rampage. m*ssacre at Lyme."

Have you no shame?

None whatsoever.

The rhetoric, the barrage, it's all just to sell more copy?

What else would it be for?

I believe it is a newsman's obligation to report every event as fairly and objectively as he can.

Hmm, open and uninfluenced?

- Yes.
- With work rendered as generally useful and amusing as possible without personal satire or censures acrimonious to any society or class of men.

Wise words.

From a naive young man.

You?

"The Royal Gazette" was once "The New York Gazetteer," ' to ' .

- May she rest in peace.
- What happened?

The Sons of Liberty happened.

I ran opinions on both sides of an issue, but they thought that any word that did not actively indict the Crown was a sin to be punished.

And punish they did.

att*cked my shop at Hanover Square, smashed the presses, and drove me from the colonies.

So now you've returned to take your vengeance.

(chuckles)

Each action bears consequence, Robbie.

And I am theirs.

You've let them b*at you.

♪

I've let them... teach me.

One cannot speak truth to power if power has no use for truth.

For all their talk of liberty and virtue, the Patriots are as zealous and intolerant as the enemy they seek to defeat.

And my "rhetoric" does not hold a candle to their roaring flame.

♪

Nothing a liberal dose of niter can't fix or my name's not Anthony Wayne.

(indistinct muttering)

(all chanting) We are not Arnold's!

We are not Arnold's!

We are not Arnold's!

- (chanting continues)
- Send them the terms!

We are not Arnold's!
We are not Arnold's!

(birds chirping)

Is Papa home?

We'll have to wait and see, won't we?

♪

(crying)

(sighs)

O Lord, we commit ourselves to Your perfect care on the journey that awaits us.

We pray for a safe and auspicious journey.

(continues indistinctly)

- What's the mission in New York?
- What?

Ben said Washington's got another operation.

Doesn't want me interfering. What is it?

I don't know.

- She's telling the truth, Abe.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- And what about you?

Simcoe carved into you like you were a piece meat.

What could possibly be more important than putting a Kn*fe into him?

Washington doesn't know Simcoe like we do.

To hell with Washington!

You think he cares about us?!

- We are his loyal subjects.
- Not true.

He is less than a mile away, and he still won't see me.

Instead I am penned in here like a prized cow, like livestock!

With missions I don't know about, with friends that don't trust me.

Arnold, all right?

He's after Arnold.

He wants him just as bad as you want Simcoe.

He's obsessed with capturing him and stringing him up...

(coughs) for the whole world to see.

(coughing)

Thank you.

And he doesn't trust nobody, neither.

Not even those closest to him.

- Arnold?
- Yeah, Arnold.

He took out all our friends in New Jersey and New York.

I know it feels like it, but you're not the only spy in the w*r.

- He took Townsend?
- Nobody knows.

Well, we don't think so.

(clears throat)

So, no eyes in New York.

Thank you. (grunts)

I don't pretend to know the man well, Abe, but he is a man.

Not a god and not the devil.

He loses men every day...

Fathers, brothers, sons.

- And like any other man...
- He wants revenge.

I was gonna say he feels each loss.

♪

I have a proposal for the general.

I expect our Loyal Legion to be amongst the finest regiments that these forces have yet seen.

You should count yourself fortunate to be included.

I do.

You've operated with quite a bit of latitude in the field.

Many men wouldn't take kindly to following orders again.

I could have pursued a commission some time ago.

I waited to rejoin the hierarchy until the right man presented.

Excuse me?

They hate you, you know?

The other generals, your fellow four-laces.

They hate you, and they should.

They hate your tenacity, but I find it purer than their politics and avarice.

Your whole future, your name depends upon the outcome of this w*r.

Suffer defeat and you'll face infamy as America's Judas.

Achieve victory, and they'll build monuments to you.

You'll never quit.

You'll do whatever it takes to win.

I waited for the right man.

A custom, I'm told, to put one's companion at ease.

♪

I recently learned that I'm to be a father again.

Oh.

As a parent, you realize that your name is not inherited from your father.

It is rather a loan from your children.

It is a treasure that must be protected.

It'll be my honor to protect yours, sir.

We negotiated terms with the men.

Washington: The mutineers.

They say they never intended defection.

They marched on Congress intending open confrontation.

Did you hear their rallying cry?

"We are not Arnold's."

Most will be discharged.

We won't ask they re-enlist until they've been issued pay.

But the leaders must be punished.

Ten men.

A hanging.

♪

Company aside!

(whispering) Their own men. It's a brutal touch.

Make ready!

(r*fles cock)

(distant bird squawking)

Take aim!

Closer!

Closer!

Closer!

(crying)

Fire!

(g*nshots echo)

Wayne: Do not look away!

Do not look away!

Do not... look... away!

(men coughing)

(distant chatter)

Caleb, what are you doing here?

Did... did Abe try and leave?

He's still here. He wants to talk.

Yes, well, everyone wants their grievances heard, don't they?

Those men out there?
And we don't listen, do we?

Not to them, not to bloody Arnold, and this army pays the price.

One defection, and it's tearing us apart still!

I know.

That's why I told Abe about our job to grab Arnold.

You did what?

Like I said, he wants to talk.

Do you wanna listen?

All right, out with it.

It's better if I talk to Washington.

No, Abe, you talk to me. I talk to him.

- If your message merits it.
- It does.

See, Washington wants Arnold and you need intelligence

on his movements in the city, and I can get that for you.

Washington: And what is it that he wants?

You say that Colonel Simcoe is behind his father's death?

Sir, as long as Simcoe lives, the Ring is compromised.

Culper's vengeance is both justified and necessary.

And reckless.

If an officer of Simcoe's rank were to fall inside York City,

there would be no place for Culper to hide.

He would have to flee or be caught.

But in either way, he's in no place to obtain what it is that we require.

- Sir, there...
- Man: We've just received these orders.

Man ♪ : Ah, yes, we've been waiting on this...

(continues indistinctly)

There is a way to guarantee

that he remains close to our target.

How?

Abraham Woodhull lost his father to rampaging rebels.

That makes him the perfect man to volunteer for Arnold's unit.

As a private in the Loyal American Legion, you will be perfectly positioned to learn of Arnold's schedule and observe his movements.

You want me to enlist as a Redcoat?

More like Tory militia.

Look, Rivington is a lying shite, but by naming rampaging rebels as the attackers at Lyme,

he's given you the perfect motive to join under.

Revenge.

- I don't like it.
- I don't like it.

You ordered a plan to capture Arnold.

This is my plan.

One stipulation.

You wait.

Wait until Arnold has been captured before you make your k*ll.

- Ben...
- Now, you'll traveling to Setauket today.

Go lay your father to rest, and then you travel into the City.

No, first Mary comes back with me.

Right, of course, Mary and Thomas

will travel back here with Caleb.

She... hell, what will she tell everyone?

- That she's...
- Visiting her father's.

Yes, good.

Then you make your way into the City,

you make contact with Townsend and inform him of our mission.

After he sends the necessary intelligence back to us, then we will send our man in to you.

Right.

And who will it be?

Not decided that yet.

But you will know him by his use of the phrase

"I miss the summer of ' ."

Now, look, I need your word on this, Abe.

Are we in agreement?

♪

(bird screeching)

Mary?

Abraham.

♪

(crying)

Minister: There lies our chief.

Let him still be our model.

After a long and faithful life of public service,

let us cheerfully perform our social duties as private citizens.

Gentlemen of the bar,

you have lost your brightest ornament.

(voice fades) Cherish and imitate his example...

♪

Bear this witness

to the memory of my dear departed friend.

♪

Dead.

Dead. Dead.

Anything I did, right or wrong,

I did for you.

Caleb's waiting.

I'll help you and Thomas down to the cove.

We'll manage.

Are you sure that you have to enlist?

It's just a cloak for a day.

A disguise, like this mission to get Arnold.

What do you mean?

My quarry is Simcoe. That's all I care about.

Then I just have one piece of advice.

Don't miss.

♪

- (grunts)
- (hatchet thuds)

(grunts)

♪

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