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You're beautiful.

And you're mine.

Mine.

Mornin'.

How are we today?

We are a little unsettled.

I had a terrible dream about Benedict.

Oh, it was just a dream.

Nothing to worry yourself about.

I can't help thinking it's a sign

of darker things to come.

This'll fix you right up.

Thank you.

Peggy! What's wrong?

Peggy!

Peggy!

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Heard you been looking for a British soldier

- claiming to be a spy. - Aye.

We nabbed this scrappy bastard near Blandford.

Claims he was planted with the lobsters in York City

on Washington's orders.

Bring him out.

Brewster?

Champe.

- This your man? - No.

- Wait, wait, wait... - But he's telling the truth.

He's one of ours.

What happened to Woodhull?

Last I saw him, he was looking for a way to run.

Hopefully, he got another chance.

I thought I glimpsed him at Blandford.

He can't have gotten too far.

Our plan was get to Head of Elk.

We heard Lafayette was there.

- Lafayette? - Aye.

Frenchies have a sloop further up the coast.

- They're always patrolling. - Good man.

Bon app�tit.

First time locked in the brig?

Third.

Was it sins or mistakes?

I was summoned.

As were we.

I've written Robert Morris

requesting 30 transport vessels to move the army.

I require of you our count of wagons, tent, and horse,

as well as smaller boats to lay pontoons.

For amphibious assault on New York Harbor.

No. The vessels are for moving south

to Virginia,

where we will rendezvous with the French fleet

under Admiral De Grasse.

The pontoons are for the benefit of General Clinton,

to make him think that we're attacking New York.

Sir, may... may I ask what prompted this change of course?

Lafayette received intelligence from a trusted source

in the enemy's camp that General Cornwallis

is vulnerable in Yorktown.

We will need to conceal our true destination

from our own men as well.

Until we reach the Delaware,

they will think that we are embarking for Staten Island.

Keeping our men in the dark won't be the problem, sir.

Deceiving Clinton will be.

I can take a regiment to Rhode Island.

They will think we are mustering with the French

to attack York City.

Dividing the army will put us at a disadvantage.

Sir, the numbers clearly favor the enemy.

We need every man we've got.

You'd do well not to dismiss a proposal out of hand

unless you've a better one.

I do.

I believe I have a way to convince General Clinton

that we intend to attack New York,

and we don't need to move a single man to do it.

Maybe Clinton will call troops from Virginia

to fortify the city.

- If he believes the letter... - He will.

What did you write in it that was so compelling?

Oh, it's, uh... nothing of importance.

Then why the secrecy?

Well, if you must know, it's a, uh, love letter.

From?

From me...

to you.

You said yourself there was gossip.

I merely wrote to what Ann Bates already believed.

Well, now you have to tell me something.

You don't have much experience with love letters.

Are you sure it's convincing?

Convincing enough.

Are you sure Mrs. Strong doesn't know you took this?

I was able to sneak it out of her belongings

without her noticing.

Who'd have known young Major Tallmadge

had such a way with words?

Especially the ones where he says

he'll miss his little cart wench

while the army's off to take York City.

What are you doing?

Taking this to Sir Henry.

It's not too late for you to come with me.

It's best if I stay, if only to ensure that...

that no one comes looking for you.

What aren't you telling me?

I've told you everything that I know.

Except the real reason you want to stay behind.

Anna Strong.

She's done awful things to me.

I don't forgive easily, and I won't leave this camp

until I see she gets what's coming to her.

Well, Mary,

remind me to always stay on your good side.

Give my regards to your Joseph.

Take care of yourself.

And little Thomas.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Doctor says you're fine and so is the baby.

If you stay off your feet.

Do you believe him?

I can tell you're worried about something.

I've heard tell a bounty's been placed on General Arnold's life

by the Virginia Governor, Jefferson.

They're gossiping 'bout it down at the market.

I fear someone's bound to take a shot at him.

I hope someone does.

Then I'll be rid of him once and for all.

If I'm honest, it's what he said about John.

That he still loved me, even at the end.

Major Andr� always loved you.

It broke his heart for you to be with someone else.

He wanted you more than he ever wanted to turn General Arnold.

Remember that.

It's probably the delivery from the market.

I'll see to it.

I told you I was coming back.

I'm sorry I took so long.

But I did come back here in spring...

- I know. - And y-you weren't here.

And I had to get outta town.

And then Rangers ambushed you,

and you ran off with �500 of army gold, I know.

How?

Woodhull told me. The son.

Said you saved his life out there.

Y-yeah.

I-I-I didn't mean for this to happen.

- I know. - Would you stop with that, now?

Listen, go get your clothes, get that boy.

I'm gonna show you both someplace you don't know.

It's cold, but it's so beautiful.

Cicero's not here.

He's with General Arnold.

Signed on as his valet.

They're marching somewhere between here and Virginia.

Abigail?

Mrs. Arnold, she's about to give birth.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna find him.

No.

I can find him.

- Akinbode... - I know.

Abigail!

He fears he may never see her again.

When he wrote that an attack of this size has never been tried before,

I knew I had to get this to you at once, sir.

You were absolutely right, madam.

Who did you say procured this intelligence?

In camp, she went by Mary Smith.

But her true name is Woodhull, wife to...

Abraham Woodhull.

Yes. You... you know him?

One of them refuses easy money so that he may fight,

the other endangers herself to spy on our behalf.

If only we had more colonists like the Woodhulls.

And the Bateses.

You've done very well, madam.

As reward for your efforts, I've arranged a little visit.

As you were.

Joseph.

My little scout.

Your wife has been exemplary

in service of the Crown, Corporal.

Be sure to thank her properly for us.

Oh, Joseph.

Sir, I... I don't know if we should trust this intelligence,

seeing as it arrives from an unverified source.

Mrs. Bates infiltrated the camp at White Plains

before New Windsor.

You know, she's verified in my book.

And Washington's been itching to retake New York

ever since Howe sent him fleeing into Harlem.

Still, sir, I must urge caution.

And caution is what I intend to take.

It will require recalling some forces from Cornwallis.

He won't take kindly to that,

what with Arnold returning north

and a loss in the Ranger leadership.

Loss in the Rangers?

Colonel Simcoe's gravely ill after being wounded in battle.

At death's door, apparently.

Still, Charlie will have to make do.

We must protect New York.

Sir?

In the interest of security,

may I ask that I personally deliver your orders to Yorktown?

Certainly.

Allons-y.

What's going on?

It ain't him.

- Shut up. - Definitely ain't him.

You bastard.

I told you I was telling the truth, didn't I?

Come here. With so much at stake,

every precaution had to be taken.

- You all right? - How are ya?

All right.

I saw you at Blandford.

Was that you who shot Simcoe?

Aye. Did I kill him?

Ah, well, the last I saw, he was still drawing breath.

Might have had a chance myself, but it was either that

or making sure the British plans got to Washington.

- You did send the letter, right? - What letter?

I received word that His Excellency

has left New York and is moving south

with his army and ours.

I have orders to sail to support him.

Where are we meeting him?

Yorktown.

The general has received your fervent requests

for more men, but unfortunately,

he cannot allocate them at this time.

In fact, it is he who needs men

from your battalions immediately

for another campaign.

- Another campaign? - Where?

York City.

Washington is planning to attack,

and General Clinton needs all the men

that you can spare to defend the harbor.

That's not what our scouts report.

Mm.

Let the general know we will send reserves tomorrow.

You may take your leave whenever you choose.

Uh, General, one more thing.

Would you permit me to take notes on the camp

for my report to General Clinton?

The camp is at your disposal.

Thank you.

The wound is festering. Your blood is tainted.

You've been bled to purge it, but you're still not healing

as well or as fast as I'd like.

Recourse?

Prayer. That's all there is now.

I can send for the chaplain.

Don't.

Colonel, if you have any loved ones,

you should write to them.

Get your affairs in order.

_

I must find Comte Rochambeau and give him my report.

Till we meet again.

Is that Thomas?

Thomas!

Either you're getting quick or I'm getting slow!

Come here, ah! Got you! Let me look at you!

Abraham?

Hi.

- Abraham. - Hi. Are you all right?

You made it back in one piece.

Not for lack of trying.

I knew you'd find him.

Never doubted it for a moment.

Well, there's no hiding you now, eh?

So much for Samuel Culper, eh?

Well, I never liked him anyway.

Well, whenever you're ready.

Yeah, just give me a moment with my wife?

- Of course. - All right. Good to see you.

All right?

I missed you so much.

You shouldn't be here, nor him.

- It's closer to you... - It's too close to the fighting.

All right? I want you to take Thomas, gather your things,

and I'll have Ben arrange for a boat.

A boat? To where?

Back to Setauket.

What about you?

I'm staying here.

I'm not leaving without you.

Washington moved the army based on intelligence that I sent.

I'm here and I know how to fight.

I...

I can't abandon the cause now.

You're my cause, Abraham.

I won't abandon you either.

We've come too far to go back now.

7,000 casks of rice,

10,000 pounds of salted beef and pork for the men.

A hundred tons of hay and oats to feed their horses,

though some of that went with Arnold when he marched north.

He dumped a cache of black powder into the James

to make room for the tobacco that he plans to sell.

So munitions are low.

Enough for the cannons, though.

They have 140 of those on the ground.

140, right.

And? Anything else?

He's right as rain and ready to fight.

You just tell us where you want us.

We will seize the entrenchment defenses

abandoned by the enemy near the Pigeon's Quarter.

Once reinforced, we will convert the battery

and continue entrenching, using them as cover for our advance.

We will then dig two parallels

until we reach our main targets...

Redoubts 9 and 10.

First, we must get through the Fusiliers redoubt

on the perimeter.

It's heavily fortified.

If the first redoubt falls, the rest will follow.

Admiral de Grasse is maneuvering

24 of our ships of the line into position.

Colonel Olney has arrived.

The Rhode Island Regiment is at our disposal.

Good, as we advance, my hope

is that our friends in the water will provide cover.

Major, have the men begin reinforcing

- the enemy's works at once. - Yes, sir.

Come on, get out there, men!

They can't target us at night. Come on!

They're firing blind! Do not be intimidated!

General.

Come on!

How did you become so well-versed in John's plans?

I don't understand what you mean.

It's a simple question.

I can't imagine he would be sharing his plans

to turn Benedict Arnold over dinner with his servant.

You're twisting my words.

Am I?

Or are you twisting away from the truth?

You told me the rebels turned you against Benedict

when you were in their camp,

but it started much earlier than that, didn't it?

Stop.

You're upsetting yourself.

It's not good for you or the baby.

Before conspiring against my husband...

you were spying against John for the Patriots.

Benedict said Tallmadge was a step ahead of him at West Point,

and that's how they caught John.

You are the reason he's dead!

No.

I never meant for him to be hurt.

I only warned them about the General Arnold's betrayal.

You shut your mouth.

Send for the doctor and leave this house at once.

- Peggy... - No, don't you dare speak my name!

Get out! Now!

Leave before I force you out myself.

You're bleeding.

- Baby's coming. - Oh, no.

No, it's too soon.

Get down!

Fall back!

Aah!

Bring broadside to bear.

Adjust for wind and tides

and set sights for the enemy lines.

_

_

_

Line ahead!

Signal the fleet to clear the field for fire!

Bear down and engage!

Angle starboard!

What the hell is he doing?

He's not following the signal.

Why signal one way and move the other?

Belay that order!

Rake broadsides, fire as she bears!

_

Keep digging those trenches.

Fire!

Second line, advance! Fire!

Anyone need water?

Water?

The red bastards set up shop right in my goddamn drawing room!

Five guineas to any man who puts a ball through my house

cellar to chimney!

Your coin's welcome in my pockets, Nelson!

Missed.

Adjust for shorter range!

Cannon set! We're ready, sir!

Fire!

Move over, boatman.

Let me show you how the real shooting's done.

Aah!

Molly! Pitcher!

Just a minute, love. I need a drink.

Get him up! Get him up!

Move!

Moving helps with the pain.

I can't. I have to rest.

What is it?

Baby's not turned right.

Y-you need to go for the doctor.

No time.

It's best for both of you if I stay.

No. No.

- I can't. - You can.

Cicero tried to come into this world upside down.

A midwife helped me guide him out during my reckoning,

and she taught me to do the same.

But I need you to trust me.

Help!! I need help!

Hang in there, Woody.

You! Here! Now!

Am I dead?

I want water!

Thomas, I told you to wait outside.

- Papa's here. - No, Papa's not...

Abe? Abraham?

Oh, God. No.

M-Mary. Mary.

Abe, this is going to hurt.

I need to stop the bleeding.

Your face... I forgot how beautiful it was.

Try not to talk.

Simcoe's in here.

Sir?

You wanted to see us, sir?

General Cornwallis has informed me

that the safety of this place is so precarious,

he cannot recommend our rescue to General Clinton.

Many of you, before you came to me,

before you came to Rogers,

had enlisted with the rebel militia

or the Continental Army.

I recommend that you flee...

and rejoin your former units if the opportunity arises.

Your excuse should be that you were captured by the British

and you were biding time to make your escape.

Otherwise, they will execute every one of you.

We can't leave you behind.

I will ship out on the Bonetta

with the other ranking officers that have fallen ill.

The French will allow her through the blockade?

Washington will convince them.

He's a man of honor.

Go.

While you still can.

While Deux-Ponts advances on Redoubt 9,

I advance on 10 with bayonets fixed and muskets unloaded.

And the forlorn hope of 20 men.

With your company in reserve,

we can end this tonight, mon ami.

Non! This is folly, my friend.

Laurens' men were torn apart by the enemy fougasse.

We can expect many more such mortars embedded around their redoubts.

They will not hear us coming.

They will not have time to light the fuses.

Your Excellency, we'll wait them out.

We let our Grand Battery shell them from the field

and our ships shell them from the sea until they break.

And how long do we wait? What if reinforcements arrive?

They don't have enough powder.

For their mines. For the... the fougasse.

They may have made a show of it at the start,

but they're running on reserves.

- How do you know this? - Culper.

While in the enemy camp,

he observed their black powder was running low,

enough for a march, but not for a siege.

They'll save what they have left for cannons, not mines.

Now or never, deliverance must come.

We attack the redoubts at nightfall.

Okay, I've got the baby turned around.

Now I need you to do the rest.

Push!

Push! Push.

Charge!

Come on!

Take their cannons!

Turn the guns on the town!

- Out of the way! - Ready!

And... fire!

Get to the shore!

I'm going to the galley, sir.

Let me know if you need anything.

It was wise of you to come

while I was weakened.

I had a horse once.

Bucephalus.

You may recall him.

Andalusian.

Powerful, noble, trustworthy.

Beautiful creature.

Brought low...

with a poisoned apple.

Take a bite.

Bite.

Of all the men I have forged

from weaklings into warriors...

you may have been my greatest creation.

How does your treat taste?

It was delicious.

Thank you.

That is what mercy tastes like.

Bittersweet.

I did so want to kill you, John.

I still do, as a point of fact,

but after I heard you grant mercy to your men,

I had a change of heart.

You have earned the right to destroy me.

Do it.

All nature is a circle...

of creation and destruction.

And after so much destruction from this war, John,

it is time to tend the garden again.

I have thought long about this.

So, you see, I am not breaking the circle

but merely following it...

through its natural revolution.

You... are weak.

We must create a new world from the old world.

And our feud is part of the old.

Such knowledge is bitter.

But the fruit is sweet.

He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

What will you name him?

Edward.

After my father.

It's a strong name.

It wasn't your fault.

Providence played a greater hand in our lives

than either of us could ever know.

It brought you into my home, for better and worse.

But you saved my life.

You saved us both.

Even though I can't help my own son right now...

I'm glad I could help yours.

"Yankee Doodle."

"Yankee Doodle" playing

Halt!

Is it the habit of General Cornwallis

not to attend an official surrender?

I'm afraid the general has fallen ill.

He sends his deepest apologies.

Nearly four years ago to this day,

General Gates accepted General Burgoyne's sword

at Saratoga.

Today, the American and French alliance

is honored...

to accept yours.

Forward march!

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