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Man: Portside.

Warden: Tallmadge. No.

Tallmadge.

No.

Tallmadge.

No.

Samuel. Samuel Tallmadge.

Rebel officer, captured
at Valcour Island.

Aye?

Ah, Tallmadge. Here he is.

Or was.

Died just before Christmas.

Dysentery, supposedly.

Thank you for
visiting the Jersey.

Who was his bunkmate?

Bunkmate?

You know what I mean. The
man he talked to the most.

- How should I bloody know...
- Go and find him now

before I heave you
over the side, eh?

Go on.

All right.

I spent three years
on a bucket like this.

You make a friend
fast or you die.

A ship like this
brought me over.

They pitched so many
bodies into the sea,

the sharks would
follow us like dogs

waiting on table scraps.

We're the sharks now.

You remember that.

All right. Come on.

Well, they say this
is the man you want.

You knew Samuel Tallmadge?

Huh?

Hey, what's your name?

Hmm?

Where are you from?

Setauket.

What?

Setauket.

Setauket?

Where the Tallmadge boys roam.

So, you and Sam
were kindred or kin?

- What's his name?
- Jordan: Major.

I can tell you who this man be.

♪ 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. ♪

Hey, Woody.

You got any breakfast here?

You bastard.

- You bastard!
- All right.

What are you doing
here? This is my home!

Aye, and a fine little
home it is, albeit a bit lonely.

And you are aware
that the soldier

who is quartered
here will be back soon.

Well, we'd better
eat quick, then.

It's fine silver.

I'll get you a good price for it
across the Sound, if you like.

Give me that. We're
supposed to meet in the cove.

Yeah, and you're
supposed to hang a petticoat.

When I am ready with the
intelligence. That was the plan.

When you're ready?
It's been two months

since you passed on that
little morsel about sauerkraut.

I've been having trouble
getting into the city

without raising
suspicions, all right?

It's not as easy
for me as you think.

Caleb: No one thinks it is easy.

But this is about
more than just you.

- What's this?
- That is your new Bible.

It's a code dictionary.

Makes sure that
anything that you write

can't be read by the
enemy in case of intercept.

Each word has its own number.

Ben chose the words
he thought we'd use most.

Now, look.

Here, 722. That's you.

721 is Benny boy.

725, yours truly.

Yeah, but hang on a sec.

Look, 722 says
here Samuel Culper.

Culpepper. Yeah?

That's your alias, all right?

It's the only name we use
for you back at headquarters.

Woodhull does not exist.

Culpepper. Culpeh-per.

Cul-pepper.

Peeper, Piper, Pepper.

I hate it.

Well, Washington
picked that one.

And Ben picked Samuel
on account of his brother.

Washing... Washington?
General Washington?

That's right. Old 711 himself.

"Mercy, Moment,

Murder, Measure."

I'm not gonna remember all this.

That's why you
keep the book hidden.

Now, when can I tell
them you're heading back

to British headquarters?

This draft note confirms
that I gave half my hay

to the King's Army
on October 12th.

But Colonel Beecham
will not accept it

in exchange for new seed.

Hewlett: Nor should he.

Colonel Beecham is
the land commissary.

That certificate is
meant for Captain Dodd.

Richard: Dodd will
convert that note,

but you need to get Faro
and Harborough to sign off.

- Yes, but...
- Next in line, please.

State your name and your case.

Anna Strong to seek parole
for my husband Selah Strong.

Richard: On what grounds
do you seek parole?

It has been four months since he
has been remanded to the Jersey

and still no evidence has been
brought forward against him.

We have several witness
accounts of a petition

naming your husband as
delegate to an illegal body

known as the New York
Provincial Congress.

Counsel recommends
no parole at this time.

Next in line!

Major, please. You
are a man of honor.

I beg you, listen.

Madam, you will
address the magistrate.

Unless this so-called
petition is produced,

the charge against
my husband is hearsay.

Richard: Selah Strong
confessed to insurrection.

You forced him to confess

so you could lay
claim to our land

and sell it off piece by
piece to your friends.

Mrs. Strong. You
forget yourself.

Woman: Patriot princess.

How the mighty have fallen.

Well, now I will charge her...

Richard.

Let's continue, shall we?

Rogers: So, Selah Strong,

you knew Samuel
Tallmadge very well?

All my life.

And his brother Benjamin?

Well, I have to tell you,

I've been to your little town

and I've met your
lovely wife, Anna.

Poor woman has been pining
after ya. Ain't that right, Jordan?

Yes, every week she asks the
king's head man to release you.

You've got many friends

who are very anxious
to see your bondage end.

Friends who pay men like me

to get men like you
out of places like this.

So, what do you say, Mr. Strong?

Would you like to go home?

Mrs. Strong?

I'm closing up for the night.

Mr. DeJong asks I send the
rum down to the cellar at 10:00.

Oh. No, that's fine.

I've come to deliver this,
courtesy of Major Hewlett.

It came tonight via
dispatch rider from New York.

A Major John Andre sent it
for the child of his housemaid,

who Major Hewlett
remembered is in your care

- and asked me to bring...
- Cicero!

I'm almost done folding, miss.

Look, it's a birthday
gift from your mother.

Look what she made.

Mr. Baker.

Ma'am.

- Anna, I need a word.
- We're closed.

Tomorrow, then, all
right? Somewhere private.

- Our tree or...
- This is where I work now,

at the tavern I was forced
to sell to Maarten DeJong.

And tomorrow he
expects me to work all day.

I'm going to New
York to sell your crop.

The cauliflower, all of it.

Are you saying this to hurt me?

It's to hurt them, all right?

Listen to me, I need... I
need you to ride with me.

I need you to...

I need you to pose as...

- Your wife?
- Yeah.

So you can sell off the
last of my husband's estate?

It's the only way
into the city, all right?

- I can't ask Mary.
- Excuse me, Miss Anna?

I think this is for you.

Anna, what is this?

What is this?

Anna, I don't
understand. What is this?

I told you, Abigail promised to
keep an eye out in New York.

No, no, I mean I
don't understand.

How is Simcoe still alive?

- You told me that he was...
- Dead.

Caleb Brewster.

I am gonna kill
him. That lying...

Caleb didn't lie to you. I did.

He and Ben took Simcoe captive,

but Simcoe got freed somehow.

I see.

So you lied to me

so that I would stay
the course for the cause.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Come tomorrow, we'll both be.

Captain Simcoe!

Welcome back to
Setauket, Captain.

We're glad to have you.

Major Hewlett apologizes

that he couldn't be here
in person to greet you.

But he asks that you proceed
to Whitehall to give your report.

Conspiracy?

Simcoe: I'm afraid so.

Whilst enduring torture at
the hands of my rebel captors,

I managed to
wheedle out the fact

that they hailed
from Setauket itself.

- Setauket?
- By your leave,

I'd like to conduct an inquiry

beginning with the family names

of Tallmadge and Brewster.

Yes, very well.

But tread lightly.

Lightly?

The tactics which we
employed on our first days here

are no longer to be tolerated.

We must show these people
that we are better than the rebels.

We must win the battle
for their hearts and minds.

I intend to.

Believe me.

Mm.

Mrs. Woodhull.

Mr. Baker.

Is... is my husband here?

Uh, no. I haven't... he's not.

Whose silver is this?

Uh, I believe...

I believe it was a
gift for the household.

A gift? From whom?

Mrs. Strong.

She was here?

You saw her here?

With Mr. Woodhull?

I... at the Epiphany.

I came in one night.

They were here.

I'm sorry, I...

Stupid man. Stupid, stupid man.

What did you say to
distress Mrs. Woodhull?

Please tell me, Ensign Baker.

Don't scream. It's just me.

It's just Abe. It's Abe.

I thought you were Simcoe.

Has he come by yet?

- No.
- Well, he will.

Tomorrow... tomorrow he will.

Soldiers at supper
said they saw him.

- Yeah?
- He had to report to Hewlett first.

Abe, if Simcoe
at all puts together

a suspicion about
what led to the ambush,

maybe you should flee now
while you still have a chance.

Flee?

You want me to leave Long
Island? And do what? Go where?

- I don't know.
- What about my family?

What about you?

I...

- What about Mr. Culper?
- Who?

Man: More ale, please!

- I have to go.
- Anna, Anna, Anna.

Wait, wait. Wait. Wait. Listen.

I say we finish the job
Caleb promised he'd do.

A simple note could
lure him out at night,

and then a robbery on the road.

I have seen how an explosive
can be used to set a trap.

Maybe if we... If we
both work together,

we can... we can do this.

Abraham, you've
never killed anyone.

What else...

And you're not
about to start now.

Go.

Father?

Are you too busy
for a kiss good night?

No, no, no.

You're rescuing me from
the drudgery of my ledgers.

Hmm.

Good night, my little soldier.

I do like it when
you call me Father.

I think of you that way.

Anything I can do to improve
your comfort while you're here?

Can you convince the major
to grant Selah Strong a pardon?

To release him from prison?

I can no longer
be blind to the fact

of Abraham's feelings
for Anna Strong.

Was it true that they
were engaged to be wed?

- Who told you that?
- Is it true?

Were they engaged before
Abraham was obliged...

Abraham was not obliged.

He loves you.

Anna Strong was a
childish infatuation.

You are his wife.

And all wives want to
be with their husbands.

Perhaps if Anna can
be reunited with hers,

then I can be with mine.

I know that there are legal
and business concerns.

He's just... Please
just think on it, Father.

That's all I ask.

Simcoe: Evening, Woodhull!

Came by your home today
to offer you an apology.

Now it seems I must
retract it with vigor.

- Captain Simcoe.
- Hmm?

- I thought you were...
- Dead?

Well...

Far from it, actually.

Time for redemption,
Mr. Woodhull.

Wait, wait, wait.

No, wait, wait.

Okay.

If you have a grievance with me,

I suggest that we
settle this lawfully

with Major Hewlett, all right?

We'll settle it now.

You prefer to strike at
the wound, don't you?

That explains why you forced
yourself on her at Christmas.

- What?
- When her spirits were low.

Mr. Woodhull! Mr. Woodhull!

Mr. Woodhull!

Apologies, Captain. Direct
orders from the major.

Mr. Woodhull, your
father's looking for you.

It's an emergency.

I have to bring Mr. Woodhull
to the magistrate away...

Er, straightaway.

Emergency?

Isn't that what you'd call it?

He attacked me first.

You all saw that.

Yes?

Saw what, sir?

Caleb: There's
something going on

between those two.

I just don't know what.

You know, when I suggested
that he take Anna to New York

to get past the checkpoint,
he got very upset.

Anyway, I suppose none
of this is our concern.

They're my only two
agents on Long Island.

If there's trouble between
them, I want to know about it.

Well, how's about you jump
on a whaleboat with me, Major?

Get your arse out
of this woodpile?

I'd like to.

Washington needs
me here... compiling.

That and there's
Sackett's homework.

Tradecraft, as he calls it.

I feel like I'm back
in school again.

Yeah? See, this is
exactly the reason why

I've been careful
to avoid success.

- Sir?
- "Sir," he says.

I have an urgent report
from the provost marshal.

He thought perhaps you'd like to see
the latest prisoner exchange proposal.

Thank you, Corporal.

- What is it?
- Samuel.

It's Samuel. He's alive.

He's being released.

Sammy boy! Huh?

When do we go get him?

I...

I have to report to
Washington tomorrow.

Oh, come on. He'll
release you for this.

No, he won't.

He'd consider it
special treatment.

There are other men's
brothers on that list.

All right. Well,
I'll pick him up.

Yeah, I'll go and get Samuel

and then I'll bring
him back straight here.

Actually, I'll get
him drunk first.

No, I'll get him drunk and
then I'll get him a screw.

Wait, Caleb.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Hey, what are
brothers for, right?

Captain Simcoe.

Step forward.

Mr. Woodhull, what
are you doing here?

The law requires it.

Hewlett: I had hoped
my words to you

had been clear...

Respect one's host.

Simcoe: I agree.

But then I learned
from Ensign Baker

that Mr. Woodhull had
assaulted the virtue of a lady...

Mrs. Anna Strong.

I assume you divulged that, too.

- It was...
- Yes?

What I saw between
Mr. Woodhull and Mrs. Strong

was entirely inappropriate,

and I told him as
much at the time.

But he did not rape her.

So far as I could tell, the
dalliance was consensual.

He must've initiated it, then.

It was not against her wishes.

- This is shameful.
- Yes.

Major, abuse of any
kind is abhorrent to me,

and when I heard
of a lady in distress,

I leapt to her defense.

It now appears I
may have been rash.

Appears?

And if that is the case,

I apologize sincerely
to Mr. Woodhull.

It appears that neither is
in the right or the wrong.

This has all been a terrible
misunderstanding, Richard.

I'm sure we can agree

to make an
exception in this case

as long as Abraham
accepts the apology.

Now, shake on it.

Woodhull!

Wait!

Are you satisfied?

Neither am I...

which is why I propose
we settle this decisively.

What's between
us cannot be settled.

Of course, it can.

With a duel.

- A duel?
- Between gentlemen.

Two pistols. Somewhere private.

Choose Baker as your second

and I'll select the most
discreet man I know.

- Yeah, I know what a duel is.
- Of course you do.

Shall you run and tell Father?

Or shall you pretend to manhood?

You know I'll never stop.

I accept.

Apology accepted.

Ale, please.

Captain Simcoe.

Let me fetch it.

Simcoe: I apologize, Mrs.
Strong, for my tardiness.

I suppose it's too late
to pick up my laundry?

You don't remember?

I feared we would
never see you again.

I always knew I'd see you.

In fact, I could never have
endured such ill treatment

had I not clung onto
the hope of one day

resuming the close
friendship we embarked upon.

I am so relieved...

to hear of your survival.

And...

now that you've returned...

there's something

I've been meaning
to discuss with you.

Oh?

My husband's imprisonment

has cost me Strong Manor,

this tavern, and my
status in the town.

And yet...

there's something I
cling to, as you did.

My honor.

And while I remain
a married woman,

I ask your help safeguarding it.

Absolutely.

Tomorrow at dawn
at the millpond,

I intend to avenge it.

You no longer need to worry

about unwelcome advances
from inebriated farmers.

I'll see to that.

Abe!

Luke!

Jeremiah!

Mrs. Anna.

Luke, I can't find
Abraham. Where is he?

- I thought him home.
- No, no one's home.

No one's answering the
door and his horse is gone.

Did he say he was
going anywhere?

No.

He was shooting.

On that old
scarecrow over there.

Taking shots with some
old rusty pistol he had.

Don't think he hit it, though.

Maybe that's why he mad.

No.

Judge Woodhull, I'm sorry
to barge in at this hour,

but I desperately
need your help.

- It's taken care of.
- It is?

After conferring
with Major Hewlett,

who is also sympathetic
to your plight,

we have agreed to pardon
your husband on one condition.

That he signs an
agreement not to challenge

the attainder
following his release.

- No.
- No?

Yes, yes, and you will
make sure he signs it.

No, no, that's not why I'm here.

You need to get dressed.
I'll explain on the way.

You'll explain it right now.

Your son has made
a terrible mistake

and unless you hurry, he's
going to pay for it with his life.

Should you lose the
coin toss, remember,

it is not considered
cowardly to turn aside

to present your adversary
with a smaller target.

That is perhaps the best
way to think of the captain...

As merely a target.

I know you must be
concerned about killing a man

for the first time today.

Let me reassure you, it's
very unlikely to happen.

Well, there's a
first for everything.

Indeed.

Baker: Agree to these
conditions on your personal honor,

before your respective seconds,

before one another,
and before God.

Get on with it, man.

The obverse side
represents Mr. Woodhull.

The reverse his
challenger, Captain Simcoe.

Soldier: Congratulations.

Mr. Woodhull, you will have
the opportunity to draw first blood.

She's mine.

Baker: Commence.

One, two, three, four, five.

Turn!

Ready?

Fire, Mr. Woodhull.

My turn.

I want you to know, Woodhull,

that whilst I've killed
many such as you...

I shall treasure this
particular encounter.

Of course, I may just decide...

to cripple you.

Richard: Abraham!

What do you think you're doing?

This doesn't concern you!

Do it.

Sir, I can't let you interfere.

Mr. Woodhull has had his shot.

- This is an affair of honor.
- Whose honor? Mine?

Because I assure
you, it is not my honor

that has been offended here.

It seems far more likely
that it is your own honor...

Yours and yours, sirs,
that is at stake here.

I am prepared to
receive your fire.

Please, John.

As I told you, I'm a married
woman before the law.

What happened at
Christmas was a mistake...

for which we were both at fault.

I swear, sir. There is
nothing between us.

It is over.

We have both
returned to our vows

until fate determines otherwise.

Fate?

No one knows what
the future may bring.

But if you go
through with this now,

I don't know what
our fate here can be.

I have satisfaction.

Abe: Reload, please.

Reload!

Mr. Woodhull, you can stop
now with your honor intact.

Just load the pistol.

- Mr. Woodhull...
- Load the pistol.

- This is illegal!
- Hold him! Hold him!

Abraham, come to your senses!

This is my battle.

I don't need your protection.

Protection? I will
show you no mercy!

If by some miracle you succeed

in wounding or
killing this officer,

I will personally prosecute you

to the full extent of
His Majesty's law!

Abraham, don't
throw your life away.

If not for me,
then for your wife,

your son!

This is about more than you!

Hey, ain't Rangers
supposed to range?

On the back of a horse, say?

Best if nobody hears us coming.

Especially our good
friend, Benjamin Tallmadge.

Ready?

We're off to New
York to free Selah.

It seems possible that
you could manage a smile.

After I convince him to
sign away his property.

Is that why you're upset?

You should've killed Simcoe
when you had the chance.

You were the one that
was trying to talk me out of it.

That was to save you. Then
Simcoe gave you an opening.

You heard my father. He
would've prosecuted me.

You can't tell a bluff
when you hear it?

Your father would've done
everything he could to protect you.

Simcoe made the challenge, so
the blame would've fallen on him.

This is business we're about.

So let's get about it.

She's off to
retrieve her husband

and he's off to sell
the rest of their crop.

Trust me, there's no love
lost between those two.