TURN (2014) s04e07 Episode Script

Quarry

1 Previously on AMC's "TURN: Washington's Spies" It doesn't get worse than Simcoe.
Help me kill him.
What did you discuss with Abraham Woodhull? He came to kidnap General Arnold.
Count me in.
You are not the only one in camp under a false name.
Our agent will make contact with you in the city.
He will respond to the phrase, "Missing the summer of '73.
" We want Arnold alive.
That's all I care about.
Wait until Arnold has been captured before you make your kill.
(chatter, laughter) (woman giggling) (chattering indistinctly) (laughing) - (chattering indistinctly) - (giggles) (whistles) Come here.
I owe my friend over there a prank.
Do me a favor.
Have a go at his pocket for me.
Go on.
Hey, thief! Come back! Stop, thief! (people screaming) I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
It was a mistake.
It was a mistake.
(groans) (pistol cocks) (sighs) - (clock ticking) - (knuckles crack) How do you know my shot won't kill him? Hewlett: How do you know his men won't shoot? So sorry.
(sighs) What about poison? (all laughing) General Clinton will be a moment longer but asks that you please begin without him.
- I'll take a whisky.
- Whisky.
- Sherry.
- How long has it been opened? Uh, let me sniff it.
(men chattering) Swirling the bruised grape elements, it allows for full aeration.
"With rage and shaking he swallows the ground at the sound of the trumpet.
" To the warhorse and to war! - (glasses clink) - Men: Hear, hear.
- Oh - What is it? - Help him, help him! - For God's sake, help the man! - Benedict: Loosen his necktie! - (gasping) (no audible dialogue) (pistol cocks) I wouldn't leave powder on the glass.
And Simcoe wouldn't drink first.
Perhaps not, but your scenario is they wouldn't execute me on the spot.
No, no, you'd get the whole firing line after they traced the poison back to you.
(distant marching) (ticking) We'd better pick this up tomorrow.
Should we survive to see it.
Well, can't stay in there forever.
- Abe: Ready with the chamber pot? - Right away.
Psst, back up.
Let these fools pass.
Up before reveille? Early bird gets the worm.
Must be some bird.
(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 (chatter) Ann: Be comfortable in your lies and hold to your story.
That's all you need remember if they question you.
Why would they question me? I knew you were hiding a secret the second you stepped foot in camp.
Lucky for you, no one pays much mind to women around here.
Army lists us camp followers as baggage.
Washington doesn't want to see us, but we can see him.
You want me to spy on General Washington? (whispers) Shh.
Don't be ridiculous.
We're not allowed near him, but we don't need to be.
We can count his soldiers and his cannons.
And I know which shot they use by feeling the weight of the ball.
- I don't know how to - Doesn't matter.
You know something better.
Anna Strong.
That Major Tallmadge of hers is Washington's head of intelligence.
We need to talk.
I know.
I'm glad you came by.
You were right about being careful in camp.
You've a keen eye, Mrs.
Smith.
I do have one of better quality over here.
Not here.
The barn.
After dark.
I can't believe you're still on shit patrol.
If I was hobnobbing with the quartermaster I asked for this, Sturridge.
It reminds me of the farm.
So does swiving a sow, but I don't see you doing that.
Maybe that's why you sneak off to Holy Ground? (moos) No, I like to get away from the barracks.
- Get some fresh air.
- Right.
Well, I'm hoping to pass this freshness off to the new man.
New man? Defector, they say.
Came across yesterday.
The shite rolls downhill, God willing.
Private Woodhull, General Arnold requests you at his house.
Why does everyone love you? The general is right this way.
Mr.
Woodhull, thank you for coming to my home today.
Yes.
As well as to York City to kidnap my husband.
(clock ticking) I want to help in any way I can.
(laughs) Is this a joke? - Am I being pranked, here? - No prank.
She means it, or my boy would be dead, and so would you.
Peggy: In recognition of my service, I expect a guarantee from General Washington.
The Shippen family will suffer no reprisals during or after this war.
Benedict is not the man I married.
When I took his hand, he was a general in the Continental Army.
His treason will not stain my family or my child.
What are you offering? I know his schedule.
Cicero told you about his nightly routine.
Do you plan on taking him here at the house? (sighs) Peggy, echoing: Let's pretend to enjoy the evening, shall we? Whatever you say, dear.
At the house? (knock on door) The general's right this way.
(grunts) No.
The house won't work.
If the general is taken from here, they'll investigate, ask questions of the household, who we know can't keep a secret.
We need to get him out of the house.
If you get him to the wharf, we'll be waiting with a boat and men to take him across the water.
- When? - What? I can arrange a carriage ride.
Just the two of us.
When will you be ready? I need to check with my people.
How long will it take for you to arrange the ride? Three days? - Two? - One.
He's only the second man to ever defect from Light Horse Harry Lee.
If that regiment is breaking, then they're all doomed.
Sergeant Champe tells it best.
Go on, tell the general what you told me.
As I told General Arnold, I'm here solely due to his actions.
They gave me the courage to cross the lines and I wanted him to know that his example has raised the passions of my fellow soldiers.
I want Champe to be my recruiting sergeant, the face of the American Legion.
We'll inspire more brave men back to their proper place in history.
Welcome to York City.
Sergeant Champe, now in service to his Majesty's American Legion, report to the barracks and get yourself a proper uniform.
- (door opens) - You heard him.
Men are moved by my sacrifice.
This fools uprising is being swept away, and Washington with it.
Send me south.
Men from the countryside will rally to me and swell our numbers.
This letter from Lord Cornwallis says exactly the opposite.
- He's in Charles Town? - He was.
Now he's pursuing Nathanael Greene through the Carolinas, defeating him at every skirmish, yet gaining no land of any importance.
Instead, the rebel numbers swell after each battle.
Well, there's one reason for that.
Cornwallis is English.
I'm a colonist and a hero to them all.
Fight fire with fire.
Sturridge.
Yes? You've got sentry every night this week.
And you've got latrine.
Just like you wanted.
Switch with me.
(laughs) Woodhull, I was born to stand around and do nothing.
I ain't trading that for shite.
Literally.
I'll introduce you to my girl.
(laughs) What do you mean, introduce? I mean (whispering) The whole week, though, or nothing.
I'll swap you the Sabbath.
Thursday.
Sunday.
- (door opens) - Man: Take whichever you want.
You outrank these bastards, so it's your pick.
Grab one of them to show you around the right places to recruit.
(whispers) That's the defector.
Just came over, and he's already been made recruiting sergeant.
Bastard.
- Brown nose.
- (clears throat) John Champe.
Joe Sturridge.
Welcome to paradise.
Thanks.
I haven't been to the city since the summer of '73.
I miss that summer.
Joe: Suppose it was nicer back then before the rebels burned half of it.
I was here in '73.
It was a different place then.
Abraham Woodhull.
If you know the city better now, maybe you could show me around.
- Mm-hmm.
- I'll leave you city lovers to it.
They told me to approach the man who looked least like a soldier.
Figured it was him.
Over here.
Tallmadge got your message.
Don't say Tallmadge.
Use his number.
They didn't give me numbers.
Didn't give me your name.
They gave me the plan, and I'm to follow it.
All right, all right.
You just got here.
Slow down.
Get yourself settled.
Don't act suspicious.
Where's the other man I'm supposed to meet? The signal.
He's the anxious type.
I'm not, and you're making me anxious.
I need to signal camp.
Tonight.
You alone? No.
All right, what do you have to tell us? There's a spy amongst the camp followers working for the British.
How do you know? She revealed her true intentions and her true name to me when she learned I was hiding mine.
Ben: Who is she? What do I get in return? (scoffs) How about you won't be charged with treason? Abraham is safe and alive in York City.
We've just sent a man in to support him on his mission and then bring him home.
Anna Is this man the defector everyone's been talking about? - Yes.
- Stop.
Her name is Ann Bates.
You know her as Ann Barnes.
And she knows he runs intelligence for Washington.
She assumes the two of you are lovers and that we two are friendly.
She asks I get any information that I can from you.
- Who does she report to? - I don't know.
Is she working with anyone else in the camp? I don't know.
I suggest you arrest her and ask her.
We will.
Mary, thank you.
You've done a great thing.
I didn't look for this.
It just happened.
What will happen to her? - Well - Nothing.
I'm not going to arrest her, not yet.
- What? - She's targeting our network, but we know nothing about hers.
If we take her now, then it might warn the others.
You have to report back to her and find out who else she's working with.
I have to (laughs) I am not her spy or your spy.
We don't know how long she's been in camp or what she knows.
It's possible that she or one of her allies already has something on Abe and just hasn't put it together yet.
I think she's working alone.
Well, if you can confirm that, then we'll all breathe a little easier.
- (chatter) - (hooves clopping) Woodhull? I'm here.
I got your note.
Why are we meeting He's a friend.
Tallmadge sent him.
- He's here to get Arnold.
- He doesn't know that? I told you, if you had just waited like I asked You were supposed to know that I was coming.
- I wasn't told.
- I was supposed to tell him.
I forgot.
I apologize.
You send the signal, correct? Through the "Gazette"? That's you.
- That's correct.
- I asked him.
Sergeant John Champe, 2nd Partisan Corps.
I wasn't told your name and I won't ask it.
I'm here to tell you that your message was received and appreciated.
And I need you to send a new signal.
A special one.
Special how? Place the number three in the advertisement.
That will tell them to be here three nights from the publish date.
We take the traitor this Thursday.
What? Arnold brought me by his home to show it off, and I had a look about.
You were right about the outhouse.
It's perfect.
- Good.
- Hold hold on.
The plan is we wait till midnight, get into his garden, and then knock him out.
It's three blocks to an abandoned dock.
We'll be met with a boat.
Woodhull, I'll need your help hauling Arnold on account of my arm.
No.
No, no, no, no, no.
This is Major Tallmadge's plan, and we are to follow it.
Well, Tallmadge isn't here.
We are.
Thursday's too soon.
What's wrong? - Is it Hewlett? - No.
- Who's Hewlett? - It's not Hewlett.
I paid him off.
It's settled.
He's no trouble.
What is going on here? He forgets to mention things from time to time.
You know what you need to know, and you don't know anything.
You just got here.
If you keep charging ahead like this, you're gonna get us all killed.
Arnold is the job that I've come for, and I will see it done.
You botch that, I will kill you.
Clear? Will there be any issue signaling? None whatsoever.
Then Thursday it is.
Most men assume a lady can't understand warfare complexities, so they'll speak freely around you.
I'm lucky I have you to guide me.
Thank you.
Though, I, um I keep thinking about how you realized who I am.
What if others do, too? What happens to Thomas if I'm hanged? You sound just like my husband, worrying too much.
- Your husband? - Aye.
My Joseph.
He's with Clinton's army in New York.
A gentle man.
Loves to tinker.
If I can help him stay safe by pretending to be something I'm not, that's fine by me.
You miss him? More than anything.
I miss Abraham, too.
When Thomas asks after him, it breaks my heart.
You're doing this for him and little Thomas.
Look, don't you worry.
We'll stick together, huh? You and me.
Just the two of us against the rest.
- (bell tolling) - (chatter) Tell Mrs.
Arnold slip 23 by the battery.
Wednesday between 9:00 and 10:00.
Wednesday? Tomorrow? That won't work at all.
Why not? Mrs.
Arnold has a friend in visiting who leaves Thursday morning.
All right, well, Thursday then, but it has to be before midnight.
- But the general only goes outside - (door opens) This isn't about Arnold.
I don't give a damn about Arnold.
This is about Simcoe.
I need Cicero to summon him to the house, same as he did me.
You'll show him to a chair facing the fireplace, and I'll do the rest.
No.
No, I won't be party to murder.
I'll take care of the body.
There won't be any trace.
What about Cicero? Or do you think no one will witness my boy calling him to the house? I'm sorry.
I saw Jordan.
- Akinbode? - Mm-hmm.
Where would you have seen him? Connecticut.
He saved my life from Simcoe's men after they killed my father in an ambush.
He came with Tory privateers who brought the ransom money with them.
- The 300 pounds? - Five hundred.
I'm telling the truth.
Now, he killed too many Rangers that day for Simcoe to forget it.
He can't come back to the city, and he can't come back for you.
With Simcoe still here.
All you have to do is open the door.
Cicero doesn't deliver the summons.
You have to get him there.
Thursday.
Go.
(chatter) (screams) (sizzling) (screaming) Caleb.
You didn't hear me calling for you? Sorry.
F-fire fire must've mesmerized me.
Well, we've got the signal from New York.
Look.
"Lace Cravates In Three Varieties," right.
That means that Champe is ready for pickup tomorrow.
I know it doesn't leave much time to row down the Hudson.
Yeah, we were gonna cross at Newark.
All right, fine.
Have you found a second rower yet? Caleb.
Second rower.
It's gotta be Teddy Beddows.
He's he hates Arnold, and, uh, knows how to work an oar.
- Right.
- Well, at least his brother could.
That's good.
He owes us one, so he'll be discreet.
Mm.
Caleb, are you feeling all right? Yeah.
Just grand.
Are you done drinking yet? Now I am.
Sorry I'm late.
Have you heard anything? We've had the signal for pickup.
His mission is moving forward and he should be back safely in a few days.
- That's wonderful.
- Have you heard anything? (sighs) I'm I'm trying to be discreet, nudge small details one at a time.
I did learn that she has a husband in the British army.
- That's why she does this.
- No, we don't need to know her reasons.
We need to know who else she's working with so that the hangman knows how many nooses to ready.
I need a few more days.
Benedict: Perhaps a march into Jersey.
We'll call it a training exercise.
Dundas: Clinton will never approve it.
We have to show him what our new legion is capable of.
Simcoe.
John? What do you think Clinton needs to see from us in order to send us out? I was never good at army politics, I'm afraid.
I prefer the field to the forum.
If we had a proper cavalry, it would be a more attractive package.
I have the horses, but not the hay.
Ask the quartermaster.
Damn the quartermaster.
Cooke's no friend to me.
Not since I took one of his suppliers into our ranks.
Who? A merchant? Some hog farmer from Long Island.
Perhaps you could appeal to Cooke.
That farmer, what was his name? Woodhull.
His father was killed by rebels.
He joined up for revenge.
You know him? His name sounds familiar.
Benedict: You take care of the hay, I'll bring 30 horses.
(conversation continues indistinctly) Man: Major! Beddows? What the hell are you still doing here? - You should've left hours ago.
- Major, it's it's Caleb.
I met him when he said to, but he's not ready to go.
I tried to get him to, but I don't even think he can.
He's, uh, out of sorts.
- Out of sorts? What do you - Drunk and wild.
Oh, God.
All right, come on.
Come on.
Benny boy! (laughs) Do you know how handsome you are in that uniform? We need to get you a lady before the war is ends.
And one who isn't Anna, because she is taken! You find this funny, do you? Yeah? Shirking your responsibilities.
Get off your sorry arse and face me! You're derelict of duty and you're lucky if I don't choose to have you court martialed.
- You hear me? - Get off.
What? What? What have you got to say for yourself? Huh? I did this to save the mission, all right? Yeah.
You're better off without me.
You all are.
What are you even talking about? Can you hear yourself? No, I can't hear meself! All I hear is Simcoe! He's in there! He won! I can't stop seeing that bastard's face when he thanked me for giving up my friends! Caleb Caleb, listen to me.
- That never happened.
- (crying) Caleb, look at me.
That never (crying continues) You know, you could have told me sooner.
So, Williams, you take Reid's cooking duty.
Reid, you take my latrine duty.
Two of you split a bottle of rum.
I take Williams' guard duty tonight.
- With me.
- And you get your own rum.
Sold.
- I suppose.
- Perfect.
Did I just hear you slough off duty in exchange for rum? Where's my share? I'll sort this.
Come on.
Why are you switching to guard duty tonight? I need you at the back of the house, not the front.
- Change of plans.
- What? You'll take Arnold by slip 23, right near the pickup.
He'll be on a carriage ride with his wife, just them, sometime between 9:00 and 10:00.
Damn it, man, I told you And now I'm telling you.
Arnold is your job.
So see it done.
Hey, where you going? - Get the rum.
- The rum.
What about that one there? (chatter continues) The rum Hewlett: What if he doesn't come alone? Well, who would he bring? Falkoff? The invite will be for Simcoe only.
What about the noise? Knife to throat.
Quiet as it gets.
What about the blood? Pillowcase.
Clean up the mess.
How did you get the house servants to cooperate with you? How can you trust them? Trust me.
- Oh, please.
- Well, then trust the plan.
You know it's the best we have so far.
You know it'll work.
- It could.
- It will! If you get the message to Simcoe and make him believe that it came from Arnold.
Forging the summons isn't the problem.
Injecting it properly into the courier system, that's the trick.
Well, then work your magic, and the bastard dies tonight.
Recruitment's not here.
Oh, uh, thank you, no.
I'm not here He's a Quaker, Sergeant.
Dowling: What are you doing here? I was sent by James Rivington to deliver this bill to General Arnold.
Dowling: A bill? Yes.
He's run up quite the debt at our coffeehouse, I'm afraid.
Are you serious? Quite serious, actually.
It requires immediate attention.
If he does not settle payment, he will be barred from the establishment.
I don't suppose the general likes the paying part of spending very much.
- (soldiers laugh) - Enough! I'll see he gets it.
Thank you.
- I really must insist - Thank you! (door opens, closes) Just how slow are you bastards at cleaning your guns? Mine's done, Sergeant! Permission to take some air! No, Sergeant, you may not.
You know why? This place is a plague den! Look at it! A disgrace! I want you to get out your boot brushes and scrub this barracks from top to bottom! Where's Woodhull? Where's Reid? Why is everyone on a damned break?! So, Woodhull arranged to take guard duty tonight at General Arnold's home? That's right.
Thank you, Corporal Reid.
Sir, I thought you wanted word on the general, like usual.
Why all the sudden interest in this private? What I'm interested in is you keeping your mouth shut, Corporal.
Or we shut it for you.
(coins jingle) So, how long was Woodhull at Hewlett's office? About a half hour is all.
And you're sure he didn't see you follow him from the barracks? Aye, aye, pretty sure.
General Arnold's house.
Perhaps he's the target.
Should we warn him? It's still light out.
Let's have another round.
(clinks) - (horse whinnies) - (crickets chirping) (bangs) - (horse snorts) - Driver: Hup! - (reins flick) - (horse neighs) (hurdy-gurdy playing) (chatter) General Arnold wishes to see me at his house.
Suppose he isn't the target after all.
I'll take the boys and we'll gut the little farmer.
Oh, I think I can handle this myself.
You men enjoy the music.
(crickets chirping) - (distant horse neighs) - (distant man shouts) Well, not long left on watch now.
Why don't you go? I'll cover you.
What's in it for you? Peace and quiet.
(knock on door) (crickets chirping) (knock on door) Colonel Simcoe to see General Arnold.
The general is right this way.
(floorboards creak) He'll be right with you.
(floorboards creak) Honestly Benedict, why leave in such a rush? Why be so rude to our hosts? I couldn't say in front of them.
Everyone will understand soon enough.
(distant horse whinnies) (pistol cocks) Cicero, get my travel ca what are you doing here? I received your message.
My message? What message? Oh, you mean this? Clinton informed you as well? Simcoe: No, I haven't heard from him.
- What is it? - Benedict: Read it.
Cicero, ready my travel case immediately and gather your things.
There he is! Where the hell were you?! - Get in your bunk! - Yes, Sergeant! (crickets chirping) Peggy: Can you tell me now? I'm leading my men to Virginia.
It's finally my chance to do what I'm best at.
I I do regret the timing.
We'll manage.
Be brave.
Take the best possible care of Mrs.
Arnold.
This child is the most precious thing in the world to me.
Come on, Cicero, we're off.
Don't give nobody cause to bring you any trouble.
You listen good and stick close to the general.
(door opens, closes) - What's going on? - We don't know.
(whispers) I hear we're getting punished.
In the middle of the night? Idiot.
- (door opens) - Well, maybe it's a drill.
(door closes) Take care! Gentlemen the time has come for what we live for battle.
The glory, the honor the legend of it.
Today, we move on the enemy.
We've received emergency orders from General Clinton to leave for Virginia tonight, where we will augment Cornwallis' drive to defeat the rebels in the South.
Report to the docks, men.
Sergeants, come receive your orders.
Go.
Go! Virginia? But this wasn't supposed to happen.
We're supposed to stay here.
(overlapping voices) Left, right, turn.
Right wheel.
Left, left, left, left.
- Halt! - Hup, hup Hup, hup.
Left, halt! Left, left, left.
Halt! Rangers, to the first boat! American Legion, you're in the second! 80th Foot to the third! Rangers, quick march! American Legion, about face! March! I don't see anyone.
They should be here by now.
Could be running a bit late.
What's that? Looks like they're loading on.
Oh, no, they must be shipping out.
(man shouting orders) Get the cover on that hatch! I look forward to fighting under your command, sir.
Benedict: Finally, we'll meet the bloody rebels in combat.
They've managed to survive up until now.
But it will be on the field that we truly settle our accounts.

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