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Scenario 37...

agent-to-agent transfer.

Pharaoh, please.

I don't know which is colder,
the wind or the winter.

And weary winter comin' fast

and cozy here beneath the blast.

You there.

What's the price for one of those?

I'm afraid these are not for sale.

Agreement with the commissary.

Oi, you turn your back on me?

It's one measly egg.

And I've the balsam to pay.

So how's about you quit acting a lout

'fore I shove one of these
bumnuts down your throat?

Oh, look at what you done now.

Hey, what's this?

Traitor. Traitor.
I killed the traitor.

Try, try again.

♪ Hush, hush

♪ There's snakes in the garden ♪

♪ Soul for sale

♪ Blood on the rise

♪ Hush, hush

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

♪ I can't wait anymore

♪ Hush, hush...

Shoulder firelocks!

The prisoner exchange was
carried through this morning, Excellency.

And what is the
condition of our returned?

Very poor, sir.

Some are unable to walk
owing to starvation.

It confirms Captain Gamble's account...

the enemy treat our captured with brutality

while we protect theirs
according to protocol.

"To Lord Howe.

I am sorry to trouble Your Lordship

with a letter almost wholly on the subject

of the barbaric treatment
our officers received

on board your prison ship
in New York Harbor."

Prepare a copy of Captain Gamble's account.

- I want it enclosed.
- Yes, sir.

"I call upon Your Lordship to say

if our treatment of your men

had merited so severe
a retaliation..."

Absent without leave, falsifying
intelligence, insubordination...

I want you to know, Captain, I plan
to leave nothing out of my report.

I wouldn't expect you to, sir.

Though you should know, I already
told the commander everything I did.

Well, then likely your
punishment's been decided

and we've merely been called
here to see it carried out.

The accused, John Herring,

having been convicted
of breaking into the house

of Mr. Prince Howland and
robbing him of several spoons,

silver dollars, and wearing apparel,

has been sentenced to suffer death.

His Excellency, the commander in chief,

approves this sentence as an example made

to deter the boldest and
most hardened offenders.

Shall we?

This is
Mr. Nathaniel Sackett

of the Committee to Detect and Defeat

Conspiracies against America.

Sir, the presence of a civilian at
court-martial is highly irregular.

Yes, I agree, Charles.

Now, would you be so kind
as to brief the room

on the intelligence uncovered at Trenton?

- Brief the room?
- Myself included.

Ahem.

An examination of orders

discovered in the desk of Colonel Rall

suggests that the garrison
we took from the Hessians

was much more than a winter camp.

Trenton was being prepared
as a launch point

for an attack on Philadelphia.

I know what Howe wants.

But how will Howe take it?

By land...

by sea...

or will he lunge north
to join forces with Burgoyne

so as to decapitate New England
from the rest of our colonies?

We have until the snow melts

before their forces
in New York begin to move.

New York.

Which remains dark to us.

Sir, I have just dispatched new
scouts to observe the enemy.

I grow weary of contradictory accounts

that merely guess at
the intent of the enemy.

This letter written by
your man on Long Island...

That letter was not received
through the proper channels.

Which is why I paid it no mind.

It was a lone report and unconfirmed

until our victories at Trenton and
Princeton proved it accurate.

More accurate than any
piece of intelligence

we've received thus far, at least.

Gentlemen, I've asked you here today

to determine if this was a fluke

and, perhaps more importantly,

if this fluke can be repeated.

Mornin'.

What's your business in New York?

Feeding your officers.

These hogs I have here are bound for
Colonel Cook of the commissary.

- Papers?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

- You often travel alone?
- Usually I do, yeah.

Is that...
is that a problem?

- Not for me.
- Great.

Thought you might have
trouble closer to the city.

They're still jumpy from the fire.

And after the rebels' victories,

they see lone arsonists everywhere.

You look like you might
give them real trouble.

Safe travels,
Mr. Woodhull.

Thanks.

Go.

I can assure you, sir, you
will be perfectly convinced

of my friend's integrity and loyalty.

Well, according to you, he took an
oath of loyalty to King George.

Only to get closer to the
enemy, to learn their secrets.

Traditional military reconnaissance
is a proven discipline.

Multiple scouts produce multiple reports

which may be cross-referenced
to ensure verification.

In addition, soldiers
are trained to recognize...

Actually, soldiers make terrible spies.

All that discipline
drilled into their movements

makes them easy to spot,
unlike us civilians.

Excuse me, sir, but why
exactly are you in this room?

I've been invited here
by your commander in chief

to opine on the business at hand.

Mr. Sackett came to us
by way of William Duer,

who recommended him as a person
of intrigue and secrecy.

And I must say, I find this young man's

chain of agents very intriguing.

I want this chain notion explored

and a unified recommendation
presented upon my return.

Any questions?

- I...
- Well, yes, Your Excellency.

The letter that I transcribed

regarding the Hessians and Trenton.

It was unsigned.

I mean to ask, how did you come
by the name Abraham Woodhull?

Excellent question.

Any for you,
Mr. Sackett?

Plenty, but not for you, sir.

Very well.

Singing "Johnny's Gone For A Soldier"

♪ He'll not come back for many a day ♪

♪ Johnny's gone
for a soldier... ♪

Hey.

Hey.

Can you hit 'em with your rifle?

I think it came from over here somewhere.

Don't worry...

I got ya.

♪ He'll not come back for many a day ♪

♪ Johnny's gone
for a soldier... ♪

♪ With pipe and drum
he marched away...♪

- ♪ He would not heed...

Are you nearly finished?

We have important company
arriving, Abigail.

We must show them a respectable welcome.

Now, let's have a look.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid this is all wrong.

I'm sorry, sir.

I just arranged it how my
mistress had taught me.

I don't expect you to
anticipate my preferences.

Then again...

it is never too late to learn.

Have a seat.

Please have a seat.

Show me how your former mistress

would cut up and eat her meat.

It is the European custom,
and most appropriate,

to switch and feed oneself

with the dominant hand.

The time it takes to transfer

prevents us from descending into gluttony.

You must think us mad

to devote such attention
to trivialities, don't you?

I know I certainly did when I
was first made to learn it all.

If I ask you your opinion, you
need not be afraid to give it.

I want you to feel safe here

and perhaps find reason to smile.

And here they are.

Happy return, gentlemen.

You should all feel free to relax
and get some rest tonight.

Tomorrow, I shall interview each of you

regarding your time in captivity.

Abigail will show you to your rooms.

Look at this.

Liberty never smelled
so sweet, hey, snowball?

I smell his tackle on your breath.

You gonna pick it up?

Listen to the pickaninny.

We be Queen's Rangers, son.
Back to your digging.

Did you say the Queen's Monkeys?

There's your monkey.

You wanna play?

Come on.

No eyes on him.

I am sorry to keep you waiting,

but, you see, I've been
looking for someone.

I've been tracking a man
who killed one of my boys.

And it's been four months...

just one of them, four months...

so, you see, if you hurt
a Ranger, you pay a price.

Now, it's nothing personal.
That's just the rules.

Do what you will.

Oh, yeah, I will.

But before all that, I just wanna ask ya,

where the hell did you learn
how to use staves like this?

I have seen all manner of lethality,

but you showed me something new today.

I'm Maasai.

We train with fimbos for initiation.

Fimbos?

Go on, then.
Show me.

Only warriors are initiated.

I have been a warrior for 30 years, boy.

Let me put him down, Major.

Drop your iron.
I'll make you my meat.

While you dream, snowball.

We'll have a fair fight, then.

The lads'll make a little coin,

and you and he will get the
answer you're looking for?

So she then hangs a black
petticoat on a drying line

to signal to my courier when
the intelligence is ready.

- Not bad.
- And she hangs napkins

to signify which cove
is safe for the rendezvous.

Wait, wait.
Rendezvous?

Don't tell me your agent meets
your courier in person?

Oh, well, of course.

Failure.
Death.

No, no, no.
Courier and agent

are never in the same
place at the same time.

Well, then how do you expect
for them to make the transfer?

You predetermine the location

to drop, id est, hide

the lettre confidentielle in question

and then arrange
a later time for retrieval.

A dead drop...

to ensure your agents don't drop dead

from being caught in flagrante delicto.

Which demonstrates
the folly of this scheme.

If a single link is broken, the
entire chain is rendered useless.

Which is why we use encryption, sir.

To shield the men, not the message.

Captain, which enciphering method

have you been using thus far?

Rossignol?
Trithemius?

Personally, I prefer Dumas.

Please tell me you're using encryption.

My God.

I was told you were a graduate of Yale.

Yes, sir.
Class of '73.

One supposes you've studied
Greek, Latin, Hebrew?

Nai. Certe.
Chen-adon.

And I am a quick
study, Mr. Sackett.

Then at least we have somewhere to start.

Commit this to memory.

We don't have time for this.

The commander expects
results, not wordplay.

But we're ahead of the game,
thanks to Captain Tallmadge here.

Typically, I have to concoct a legend

for the agents I wish to
embed into enemy territory.

A poultry trader,
fishmonger, schoolteacher.

Requires wardrobe, documentation, training.

The brilliance of Mr. Woodhull
is his life is his legend.

There's no reason to invent a false one.

He's already living it.

Who pays for it?

Well, if the farmer's not farming,
who provides for his expenses?

His food, his lodging?
His money to bribe sources?

We do, of course.

The Congress will never
approve intelligencer salaries

while we cobble together
bounties for our regulars.

Congress needn't know about it.

We'll draw from a secret fund

authorized by Washington to
be used at our discretion.

General, please.

We've been asked to explore how
a chain of agents might work.

Some debate is to be expected.

Explore whatever you want, Tallmadge.

As the head of intelligence,
I will never approve this.

It's time that you learned how
the chain of command works.

That was predictable.

♪ I sold my
flax, I sold my wheel ♪

♪ To buy my love a sword of steel ♪

♪ So it in battle he might wield ♪

♪ Johnny's gone
for a soldier... ♪

Listen, you.
You've made a mistake.

You're shivering,
Mr. Woodhull.

Here.

This'll warm you up.

No, no, no.

I am the son of a Tory magistrate.

I'm a loyal subject of the Crown.

You've gotta listen to me.
You've gotta listen.

Little Tory boy.

I'm with the 19th
Continentals under Sullivan.

I've been out here five months...

the last man of my unit...

ambushing their dispatch
riders, hitting supply lines,

all while looking for a way to
get back to the regiment proper.

Only reason you're still breathing

is I got more questions need answering

about who you sell to
and where, at what price,

anything they'll ask at the checkpoints.

You plan to
pass yourself off as me?

But that coat and that pin

is as much a disguise
for me as it is for you.

I'm under direct orders
to infiltrate the city

and gather intelligence
for the Continental Army.

- I swear.
- Oh, I see.

So...

you're a spy.

Benjamin Tallmadge, Second
Continental Light Dragoons.

He will confirm my loyalty and
he will verify my mission.

Your mission?

You're gonna tell me what I need to know

or they'll find your body

liberated of its skin.

What, you know them all, trust them all?

We all grew up together.

Childhood friends.
Fascinating.

Wouldn't have thought to try that.

Well, it wasn't exactly planned.

Don't tell anyone that.

Don't tell anyone else
Mr. Woodhull's name.

Time to gift
Mr. Woodhull an alias.

One by which the other
agents will know him.

I'm sorry, the other agents?

I've plans for your farmer.

Need him to nurture the seeds

I've planted over the last year and a half.

One of them is sprouting right now,

right under the enemy's nose.

I... no, I'm sorry,
but I'm afraid that's

not how this is going to work.

You see, Abe, he's a very cautious man.

He won't meet with anybody
he doesn't already know.

- He'll have to.
- No, he'll quit is what he'll do.

I thought he was your friend.

Yes, which is exactly why
he trusts me to protect him.

Only that which is concealed is protected.

You can't even conceal his name.

Luckily for you, I am a master
at the art of concealment.

Thank you, Lieutenant Terrence.

I have an uncle in the Coldstream Guard,

so he'll be glad we've
reclaimed one of his own.

I remember the motto...
"Nulli Secundam."

Second to none.

Good evening, sir.
Have a seat.

- Name and rank.
- Captain John Graves Simcoe.

And where was your post?

A town called Setauket.

Setauket, Long Island?

Ambush, was it not?

Where are my manners.
Drink?

And how did you find it there in Setauket?

May I have some more ink, please, Abigail?

This is for military record?

Oh, my own personal curiosity.

It's a pit run by a man who I'd say...

well, best not to talk out of turn.

Hewlett?

"The Oyster Major," as he's
referred to in these parts.

If you'd like, I could see
to arranging a transfer.

Please, Major, not on my account.

There's someone whom I
left far too abruptly.

A local woman, perhaps?

In any case, I should very
much like to return to her.

By all means.

Tell me about her.

Well, I'm all packed up.

Tell me what I need to know

or I kill that fire 'fore I go.

No? Have it
your way, then.

My... my
father's Richard Woodhull.

His deal is with Colonel Cook
for seven pounds per pound.

Now, was that so hard?

Tell me true...

if you're such a Patriot,

why didn't you enlist with the militia

and fight for your country like a man?

Because you can't win.

Look at you.

Look at your...

your fort here.

You're one man.

You're alone in the woods...

surrounded by an army

on an island surrounded by a navy.

That... that is
the Continental Army.

That is what you're running back to.

So I should be like you, then?

Swear allegiance to the king with
my fingers crossed behind me?

What's your family think of you?

What I do, I do for my son.

He know you're a liar?

He's a year old.

I want to be there for him
when he grows up.

If I had a son, I'd have him know

I fought and died for my beliefs

so he could rise to avenge me.

I'd want my son to choose for himself...

rather than have his father choose for him.

But then our...

views on liberty...

true liberty...
may differ.

You say you need this suit,
this pin, and this paper.

I'll do you a deal.

Fight me for them.

Come on!

I don't want to fight you.

Oh, don't worry. I'll
let you warm up first.

You think you deserve this more?

- Prove it.
- We're on the same side.

Prove you're worth more.

- No, I won't.
- You fight me.

- I'm not worth more.
- You fight me.

Wanna kill me?
Wanna kill me?

That's what a man does.

Mr. Woodhull's cart.

Come around to the left, men!

No, he's the captive!

There he is!

Surrender! You are alone and outnumbered.

You were right, Mr. Woodhull.

You Tory bastard!

It's over now.
You're safe.

Tough nut, that one.

Oh, it's a long story.
Too long.

- Do tell, tell.
- Tell, tell.

Very well, very well.

You see, I, too, was once taken prisoner.

Not long after I arrived in America

during the defense
of Fort Saint-Jean.

I took it upon myself to write
down everything that I saw...

troop movements, gun placements.

I even drew a detailed map
of the territory.

You must be quite the artist.

I dabble.

My reports were sent to General Howe

and, impressed with my initiative,

he assigned me to a new post.

So you see, I understand
the value of men in chains.

Thus it falls to me
to interrogate our returned.

Though I do prefer
to compare multiple accounts.

That way, if something is suspect...

it's easier to spot.

As an artist, I've learned that
it's not always the big picture,

but the little details that
effectively sell the tale.

Another line of the old
author, Lieutenant Terrence?

Lieutenant Terrence here
is a Coldstream man.

I propose a toast for one
of Colonel Mathew's finest.

Nulli Secundam.

Secundus.

What the hell have you done?

This man's a liar.

Coldstream lieutenant not
knowing his regiment's motto.

He was likely sent back to us as a spy.

I know that!

You pale fool.

I had planned on turning him double,

the opportunity of which
I have now been robbed.

I apologize, Major.
I just thought...

You didn't think.

You acted upon the assumption
that you were the only one

who could spot a mouse in the cupboard.

Has it really been that
long since your last kill

or was violence your natural inclination?

Go back to Setauket, Captain.

I pray that woman can
settle your savage side.

General, have we come to a consensus?

Your Excellency, we believe
traditional reconnaissance

is the way forward

as it depends on as little
variable as possible

and would be carried out by men who
could be trusted to follow orders.

Captain, what say you?

I...

I concur with the general, sir.

The chain of agents approach
would require trust

and in that resource, I'm afraid
we find ourselves lacking.

You're speaking now
of your men on Long Island.

No, sir, I'm speaking
of the men in this room.

Sir, for a conspiracy
like this one to function,

we would need to be keeping secrets

from the enemy, from Congress,
even from our own army.

This would require absolute trust

amongst the secret-keepers,
and yet General Scott here

does not trust me or my judgment.

Mr. Sackett here mistrusts my experience,

much as I mistrust his attitude

toward the lives
of the agents in the field.

And you, sir...

you know the name Abraham Woodhull

and yet you will not disclose to me

the source of your knowing.

Apparently, you do not trust me either.

Therefore, I cannot trust the success

of any chain that we
might build here today.

I would like to speak with
Captain Tallmadge alone.

Hold!

Shut your gobs!

You still gonna kill me?

Well, Rangers don't kill
their own initiates.

Samuel Tallmadge.

Samuel.

Mr. Sackett tells me that you
prefer an alias for Woodhull.

I must say, I concur.

Forgive me, sir, but I
thought that we had agreed

that the best way forward...

You were right in your prescription.

We require an amendment
in the name of trust.

Following our retreat
from Brooklyn Heights,

I tasked a native to
reconnoiter enemy encampments

around Long Island and seek out
contacts friendly to our side.

His name was Nathan Hale,

and he was captured while
he was on a mission for me.

He was hanged as a spy.

Fortunately, his best friend at Yale,

a certain Benjamin Tallmadge,

spoke often of his hometown friends...

a whaler named Brewster and
a farmer named Woodhull.

I wrote those three names down on a report,

a report I looked back on
when an unsigned letter

sent by an anonymous farmer proved correct.

Captain Hale died without
friends to support him.

We cannot let that happen
to Mr. Culpepper.

Mr. Culpepper?

We'll never use the name Woodhull again.

Why was he wearing your clothes?

His aim was to pose as me,
escape into the city, I suppose.

Right, and that proves
the general's anxieties.

Can't take any more lone men into New York.

What do you... you mean I can't continue on?

Not alone.

He tell you his name?

No.

Please don't think that I
condone such barbarism.

Just...

miss my boy, is all.

You have a son?

His birthday's comin' round.

Well, then, we must send him something.

If you think of a gift,
I'll make arrangements

to have it sent by special courier.

Well, there's that smile.

That's good.
Good, good.

You are an
invaluable asset to me,

and so, General Scott, I feel it better

to apply your acumen where it
is most needed... on the front.

But, sir, a captain can't
run the intelligence branch.

That's why I have promoted him to major.

I wish you the best of
luck, Your Excellency.

He is a fine general.

Thank you for this promotion, sir.

- I pray I do you proud.
- As do I.

Your first duty is to come up

with a given name
for our Mr. Culpepper.

Samuel.

In honor of your brother, I presume?

Yes, sir.

And might I ask, what is the
meaning of "Culpepper"?

Excellent question.