TURN: Washington's Spies

All right, oars up.

Welcome to Rocky Point, boys.

Bring her in.

Another one.

Got it.

- What now? - We go visit an old friend.

Come on.

Let's go.

Our target lives in the hamlet known as Rocky Point.

He's a former resident of Setauket

using his wealth and standing

to masquerade as a Tory,

hiding in plain sight.

Today we rein in this traitor

quietly poisoning the countryside.

His name is Samuel Culper.

- ( door bursts open ) - ( screams )

Don't move! Don't move!

- Don't move! - ( guns cocking )

Caleb Brewster?

Hello, Beekman.

You men will leave with me.

The rest of the unit will keep their posts.

We shall return after daybreak tomorrow.

Sir, all this for one man?

Kill a Queen's Ranger? Are you insane?

A touch. But I wouldn't worry yourself about this one.

He'll be dead before he knows what hit him.

I imagine it will be quite the surprise for him.

Fall out!

Ah.

Dead man marching.

- ( carriage approaches ) - ( horse whinnies )

( footsteps approach )

He'll be back home soon.

I've never spent a night away from Thomas.

You must think I'm foolish.

A mother's concern is never foolish.

In fact, your sensibility is why I'm here.

I need your help.

I'm doing everything I can to broker a truce

between Abraham and Major Hewlett.

- I doubt that can be done. - But I've done it, Mary.

Nearly, that is.

Hewlett has agreed to let you, Abe, and Thomas leave Setauket unharmed.

But Abe has no plans to honor this agreement.

In fact, he plans to betray it

and murder Hewlett.

The major is using me as collateral against my husband.

Forgive me if my sympathy for him is lacking.

I'm not appealing to your sympathy.

Abe has no plans to leave even after the deed is done.

He is determined to stay and continue his work for Washington

no matter how much danger it puts him in

or you or Thomas.

Reason with him, Mary.

He won't listen to me anymore.

- Perhaps he'll listen to you. - I believe in Abraham.

And I have faith that he will protect us.

If you don't share that belief, maybe it's you who should leave Setauket.

Maybe that's what's best for everyone.

Reverend. Morning.

- Ah, Benjamin. - Will you be traveling along with the camp?

No, no, I'm off to Fairfield.

What, New Jersey?

Yeah, the good Reverend Martin

has been ministering to my home church in my stead.

He hasn't been paid in quite some time.

Riding out after the morning benediction to see it done.

That means you'll be crossing through no man's land.

That's far too dangerous.

I can't abandon my duties because the road is rough.

Reverend, you haven't read the scouting reports.

Tory cowboys hunt for men traveling alone.

Let me send an escort along with you.

I've made the trip before, my son.

Don't worry. I'll be back before the camp reaches Middle Brook.

Now, let's begin with the words of Psalm 23.

"The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul.

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness

for His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil

for Thou art with me."

- Anything? - Not yet.

The men are patrolling the main route into town

and they're to report to me any news of Simcoe's return.

Or lack thereof.

I know this is difficult, waiting,

but try not to worry.

I have faith we'll hear the right news.

It's not that. It's--

I never gave you an answer

when we spoke before about your proposal.

Oh.

I understand. I know these things take time.

I have considered it.

And I do wish to marry you.

Oh.

But if we are to live as husband and wife,

it can't be here in Setauket.

But you-- you live here.

What's this?

It's from my husband.

From Selah.

He's in Philadelphia now and wishes to remarry.

He's arranged to purchase a divorce

and has asked me to sign.

The truth is I received this weeks ago

and I've been busy pretending I didn't.

But now with things as they are between you and me,

I just-- I can't--

He's asking you to assume the fault.

And to confess to committing adultery with Abraham Woodhull.

Well, we will not concede to this blackmail.

Selah Strong is a traitor to the Crown

and we can petition the magistrate

for a divorce on the grounds of desertion.

- Judge Woodhull despises me. - No, not at all.

He holds me in no favor.

And the truth is I did commit adultery.

And I won't allow my shame to become yours.

Anna, nothing you can do can cause me to feel shame.

Nothing.

If you truly mean that...

you'll go away with me.

Where?

To your home.

To Scotland.

But you'd still be married.

We'd be guilty of bigamy.

That wouldn't follow us across the ocean.

We can start a new life together.

This is our chance, Edmund.

Then we shall seize it.

You've strayed from the path, Reverend.

Benjamin. What are you doing here?

We received word that you were a traitor,

but now I have the proof.

Proof?

Oh, no, this-- this isn't what--

- let me-- let me explain. - Explain what?

How you were paid by Royal Governor Tryon

and Mayor Mathews to spy on our camp?

- No. - No?

Well, perhaps the contents of that letter

can clear things up, eh?

Why not read it to me?

Read the letter.

"I write to you with important information

about Washington's movements.

The main army, consisting of the Virginia, Maryland,

and Pennsylvania brigades...

is moving to Middle Brook

near the Bridgewater Township."

Why?

Why do this, hmm?

Why, for politics? For money?

As an act of grace.

I minister to the sick and dying every day.

I see their agony

while I pray for their deliverance.

Washington is a fool.

Arnold: General Howe left this place a pigsty.

Holes in the floorboards. Garbage in the cellar.

Flies everywhere.

I've restored her to her former glory.

As I did Philadelphia.

Hmm, the spoils of war.

She's quite the prize.

I only hope to provide for Peggy

as well as her father has.

Benedict, you need not worry yourself to impress my family.

Oh, I'm not sure I agree.

As the eldest sister, I must assure our youngest is in good hands.

You must forgive Betsy. She takes her responsibilities very seriously.

As she should. And I concur with you, Elizabeth.

I want nothing but the best for my exoneration.

Exoneration? From what?

From the baseless charges that Joseph Reed sought to tar me with.

General Washington advised me

to apply for a court-martial to clear my name once and for all,

and, mercy, was he right.

The slanders were referred to a committee headed by William Paca

and he saw fit to dismiss them all.

How fortunate for you.