All language subtitles for TURN.S03E01.Valediction

Now, we know that you've
received upwards of £100

from Mr. Mathews, the
so-called mayor of New York.

And Governor Tryon. Your pulse beats
high in the Tories' game, gentlemen.

Now, tell me, who else in this camp

is under British pay?

What are you offering?

So there are others.

The offer is that you hang

for counterfeiting, not for treason.

I wish to be hanged for treason.

To mutiny against you
traitors is an act of honor.

If you hang as a forger,

your family may escape reprisal.

If you're marked as an
assassin, I cannot...

We aren't going to hang.

You're going to trade us.

For Culper.

Where did you hear that name?

Where did you hear that name?!

Sergeant Hickey must have heard it

while standing guard outside my tent.

The first man to tell me the
true name of our Agent Culper

will be traded to safety on Saturday.

The other man will hang tomorrow.

They don't know.

The accused... Colonel William Bradford

and Sergeant Thomas Hickey...

having been found guilty on the charge

of attempting to pass
counterfeit bills...

My aim was to kill Washington,

Putnam, and any other... ah!

Have you no mercy?

You! Are you mad?

Get off me!

What's wrong with you?

Gentlemen, please.

Vengeance!

Vengeance!

Where is he?

I warned you not to do this.

I begged both of you.

I just told Aberdeen to clear supper.

Abraham will be home shortly.

You've been saying that since sundown.

Thomas.

Do you know where your father is?

I told you, after he walked
Thomas home, Abe went to town.

To get provisions even though
we have all we need here.

I'm sure he had good reason.

Now, my little soldier,

did Dada take you down
to the wharf today?

- I told you that they did.
- I know what you said.

- Thomas...
- Thomas, it's getting late.

I am talking to my grandson.

Didn't miss supper, did I?

And breakfast and lunch. Where were you?

I was at the farm.

Yeah, I'm sorry if I kept
you all waiting.

Mary said you went into
town to get provisions.

Well, yeah. I did, yeah.

After town, I went to the farm.

I have to buy seed if I'm
to replant the cabbage.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So you bought cabbage seed from DeJong?

Uh, no, the store was closed,
so I have to go back tomorrow.

- I think I'm ready for bed.
- It's time for Thomas as well.

Yeah. Good night, Father. Come on.

Anna.

Rest well.

- Abe.
- Father.

Abraham.

- Up you go.
- Have you seen my pistol?

Your pistol?

I would check with Aberdeen.

- Now will you tell me what happened?
- It's done.

Can't you please just leave it
at that for tonight, huh?

Abe, what is that?

What is that mark on your throat?

Look, Eastin is dead, all right?

- But he didn't fall without a fight.
- He had a rope?

Mary, please, please, please. It's done.

I don't want to talk
about it, all right?

Tomorrow I have to go out and move
his body before it's discovered.

- You haven't moved his body?
- Will you just calm down?

Keep your mind focused on your task.

Don't forget, I still need a copy
of Hewlett's encrypting plate.

I need a sample
of Major André's handwriting.

I need them both so I can
plant that letter.

- I will...
- Hewlett must believe

that André has no interest
in meeting me.

Otherwise this is...
this is all for nothing.

I will, Abe, I will.

- But if your father sees this...
- He won't.

- He already suspects you.
- Well, yeah, he always does.

Like always, he'll do nothing.

There's something you're not saying.

You're right. Come here.

I never said thank you.

Our plan is working.

Your plan.

Hmm?

I couldn't have done this
without you, do you know that?

One more day

and this will all be behind us.

All right?

No more pistols.

No more plots.

Do you like it? It's a Phaeton Spider.

Oh, General, welcome!

I had it fit with a Collinge
axle for a smoother ride.

- Indeed, very smooth.
- General Arnold!

So, have you been able to find
a husband for your sister yet?

I'm afraid I must first
find her a suitor

who in time may become a fiancé
and then eventually a husband.

And how long with this take?

Because you already have a suitor
and fiancé champing at the bit.

General Cadwalader bet me
a dozen pair of gloves

that a dozen of my friends
would be wed by next Christmas.

Next Christmas.

- Next Christmas?
- Don't worry.

I expect to win, of course.

- We love you, sir!
- Welcome home, sir!

When were you talking
to John Cadwalader?

He's engaged to my friend
Williamina Bond.

You remember Williamina.

Benedict?

Who was that?

Joseph Reed,

former aide-de-camp
to General Washington.

He now lords over Pennsylvania's
supreme executive council

and believes Philadelphia
to be his very own fiefdom.

I thought Washington put you
in charge of the city.

Indeed.

- General, sir.
- Sir.

Why have we stopped?

Because we are here.

I give you Penn Mansion.

The British have stripped it
of its furnishings,

but I am rectifying that.

Would you care to see your
future home, Mrs. Arnold?

Benedict, you know I can't accompany
you in without a chaperone.

Oh, come now. We're in plain
sight of the entire city.

Precisely.

All of Philadelphia sees
and all of Philadelphia talks,

making it all the more important

to adhere to etiquette and protocol.

I will abide by protocol

if you promise to abide
by our understanding.

If you cannot see the house now,

then perhaps you will find
a way to visit tonight

when no one will be watching.

Take Miss Shippen home.

- What in hell's name?
- Ah, General Arnold. Well met, sir.

- What is this?
- This? This is the shipment, sir.

The sequestered property
from Stansbury Manor.

Yes, I know what it is.

What is it doing here in a pile?

My instructions were clear.

The clock is to be placed
in that corner.

The dining room table in the dining room

with the chairs surrounding it.

Yes, my foreman had your instructions.

- I told him there must be some mistake.
- Mistake?

General Arnold, as commissioner
of forfeiture for this district,

my charge is to transport these items
confiscated from the enemies of America

to a military storehouse
for safekeeping...

- They are perfectly safe here.
- ...whereupon the seized items

are to be sold at public
auction within 10 days.

Whereupon the proceeds go to you.

No, they go to purchase
provisions needed by the army.

I am the army.

And your reimbursement will have to wait

as I have been forced
to wait for three years

for Congress to repay me one pound

of the 10,000 owed to me.

Three whole years
fighting for our country

with no recompense
save wounds got in battle

while you sit in a chair sequestering,

collecting from those
enemies of America,

your former neighbors, as they are
forced to sell their possessions

upon flight like the Hebrews
out of old Egypt.

Not enough time to take out
their parlor chairs!

Get out!

Cicero.

- Cicero.
- What?

You know what.

If Major André saw you
with his papers...

Why did you teach me to read, then?

See?

Lord looking out for you.

Good morning, Abigail.

Is your master home?

Major André isn't here, sir,

nor is he my master.

Quite right. My apologies.

He is mine, however,

insofar as I owe him my current station

and must harken to his summons.

Oh, I see Akinbode succeeded in his
task of delivering your son to you.

Do you happen to know
where he went afterward?

No, sir. I assumed he went to you.

That was our understanding,

but he hasn't rejoined the unit

even after we returned
to the main column.

I... I can't... I can't
guess where else he'd be.

He did speak of how proud he
was to be a Queen's Ranger.

If he's absent for much longer,

I shall have to consider
the possibility of desertion.

I do hope that isn't
the case for his sake.

Ah.

Captain Simcoe.

Please excuse my late arrival.

Abigail, a flask of the Palomino
for the captain and myself.

Yes, sir.

Please sit.

I just came from a meeting
with General Clinton.

He specifically praised the performance

of the Queen's Rangers at Monmouth.

And I quote, "Under
Captain Simcoe's command,

the provincial forces have matured
into a proper fighting unit.

Indeed,

with great contrast to the motley rabble

raised by Robert Rogers."

Thank you, sir.

We eagerly await our next deployment.

We do hope it will not
involve another retreat.

No.

During your patrols of Long Island,

did you ever come across a fellow
by the name of Samuel Culper?

I'm afraid not. Who is he?

Well, according to the personal notes
of Major Benjamin Tallmadge...

you do remember that name, don't you?

Most definitely.

A small but effective spy ring has
been operating right under our nose,

smuggling intelligence across the sound.

So, Tallmadge is running
a man inside New York.

Or Long Island.

Or both.

Using a whale boatman as a courier.

It appears that this Samuel Culper

is the anchor to the conspiracy.

Officially, your orders will be to
resume your hunt for hidden rebels,

though your real target is this one man.

Could be an alias.

Culper.

Could be a false name
to hide his true one.

Abraham, your father made mention

that you will be departing Whitehall

and returning to your farm.

Yes, sir. I believe I've relied

on the hospitality
of my father long enough.

- Hmm.
- Where will you live?

Luke and Jeremiah's cabin
is still standing, so...

Now if you'll excuse me,

I need to make sure of that roof.

Today?

Of all days?

It's the anniversary
of your mother's death.

I intend to visit
her stone after breakfast

and hoped you, Mary, and
Thomas would accompany me.

Uh, well, I can...

I mean, I can see if I can get
finished with the roof early.

You know?

She knows that I visit her often enough.

And I... I'm very sorry, Father,

but if I had known that today was...

Father, why don't you take Thomas?

Yes, that's a wonderful idea.
Why don't you take Thomas?

"Ingratitude,

more strong than traitors' arm,

quite vanquished him,

then burst his mighty heart."

Get him dressed.

Hello?

- Did you bring me breakfast? - Christ!

Did you?

Here.

We should move off this road
before someone sees you.

It's safe down in the root cellar.
No one will...

Much obliged.

Stay down.

Ah, what have we here?

Oh.

Compliments to your wife.

You didn't tell her about us, did you?

No. No.

Of course you didn't.

That's why you tried
to fix it by yourself.

Tried to rid yourself

of old Robert Rogers.

You can't kill your secrets, lad,

because they have a nasty habit
of coming back from the dead.

You can't kill me either.

I can and I will, just not yet.

You're nothing to me but bait, boy.

I'm gonna use you

like a squishy worm

to get close to my old
friend John André.

And live bait is better than dead.

Where did you move the body?

- Went looking for him, did you?
- Where is he?

Where's Eastin?

Trying to get back into his britches?

No, no, I was looking
for his dispatch case.

I need to replace the letter that's
inside. It's very important.

If you want to start a war

between the Rangers and the redcoats,

why not just leave the body there?

Why all the extra hugger-mugger?

Hmm?

All right, I...
I convinced Major Hewlett

that I was a double agent.

Now he wants to pass my name
up the chain on to André

so that now I have to report to him.

So I killed Hewlett's messenger
on the way to the city,

but I need to make it look like
he was killed on his way back

carrying a letter from André

that says he has no need
to meet a simple farmer.

All right? If I don't do that,
Hewlett sends another messenger

and then I'm not live bait, I'm dead.

So if you want to use me,

you're gonna have to help me.

That's some serpentine shite there, boy.

You and I are going to have
a grand time together.

Just grand.

Come on.

I'll show you where I buried the body.

Buried?

Come on.

You're improving.

Not really.

Mary said that you
wanted to speak to me.

Did she?

Yes. Something of a
private, personal matter

that you were debating whether
or not to come forward with.

Yes.

Um...

yes, I...

there was something I wish
to speak with you about.

I was thinking,

and I wonder if it may
not be better for all,

if I moved back into Strong Manor.

When Abraham spoke of intruding
on his father's hospitality,

I was forced to examine
my own imposition.

I see.

Well, that might be a problem.

Well, I don't seek to reclaim
ownership, of course.

Just residence.

Anna.

I mean a problem for me.

When you say it would be better for all,

I can't help but think that you're
referring to the magistrate.

For you, leaving Whitehall
could not be seen

as anything else than a very dark day

for the man who now sits before you.

A year ago, I would not have
been able to say these things

without tripping over my tongue,

but I'm not the same man as I was.

I've been changed

by this place, by what I've seen...

what I have survived.

And by the people I've met.

My dear Anna,

ever since I've had the
opportunity of knowing you,

I've been in love with you.

And I have no doubts

that you perceive my
passions to be sincere.

If you allow me to be your
protector through life,

I swear that I will commit
myself to your happiness

and I pray that you know that
I make my intentions clear

and from the deepest and
strictest motives of respect.

Uh...

thank you.

Um...

I beg your pardon.

Shh.

Why'd you have to bury him?

'Cause you killed him yesterday.

And a three-day-old body

ain't nothing like a one-day-old body.

Any Ranger or redcoat who's seen combat

will know the difference.

What are you doing?

I am inviting the forest to feast

and cover your mistakes.

Aye, you've got a lot
to learn from me, eh?

About killing. About farming.

I can't wait.

You plant cabbages in the early summer,

you get loose heads.

Why have you come back here?

I told you, I was betrayed.

Betrayed by the king.

The King of England in London,
not by John André in New York.

Shut up.

- You've got no stake left in this war.
- What?

I mean, I don't... I don't
see why you just don't run.

Why you don't just make
for the frontier.

Eh? I'm a hunted man
with nothing left to lose.

But you've got everything to
lose, haven't you, Woodhull?

So why don't you run?

Huh?

Maybe you should go and get that
letter you intend to plant.

Go and hurry along.
I'll finish digging him out.

I'll meet you back at the root cellar.

Oh, I still need my...

the pistol, it's my father's.
He's noticed it's gone.

Ah.

Here.

I reloaded it for you.

- I...
- It's quite all right. Don't be afraid.

I was...

There's no need to explain.

Though I might suggest that if you
wish to conceal your movements,

you leave no trace.

And if you wish to improve your reading,

then let's try something simpler.

No, not those. Those are military
posts which you must never read.

Note the red tape.

But these are personal correspondents.

No classification.

Ah.

Here's one from Philadelphia.

From a Miss Peggy Shippen
to Miss Rebecca Franks

in the care of yours truly.

But I thought Philadelphia
was in the rebel army now.

Indeed.

That letter was delivered
through the lines

under the flag of truce.

Its contents read
and resealed by both sides.

I offered to teach your mother
to read, but she declined.

Let's demonstrate the
benefit, shall we? Please.

"My dear Rebecca.

I write to you
with affection and longing

for our days of amusement
in Philadelphia.

The most important news to be sure

is of my engagement

to wed General Benedict Arnold

following his repeated proposals

and appr... appro... approbation."

You trying to get whupped?

I was looking for something
to send to Miss Anna.

Ah!

We are not spies.

That's something I had
to do to make you safe.

And now that you are, I ain't
gonna see you strung up

for some business
don't concern us at all.

You understand me?

Or you need me to write that down?

When... when is Miss Shippen
to be married, sir?

As soon as her sister is engaged.

It's the only barrier between her and...

and...

A-Arnold.

Her sister Betsy?

Could be weeks.

It could be months.

It could be months.

I need privacy.

"Dear Miss Shippen,

I am pleased to hear from Miss Franks

of your impending union.

Allow me to wish you the greatest joy.

Your friends here
remark how they hope one day

to meet your future husband,

but they well understand the
obstacles to such a meeting.

And though they miss you dreadfully,

they know you are doing
everything you can

to ensure the brightest
future possible."

Mr. Goodrich, I don't
know what else to tell you.

- Just listen to us, Edward.
- What can I possibly do?

Speak to him. Speak reason to him.

Benedict Arnold is military
commandant of Philadelphia

and he is the highest
power in this city.

We can no longer tolerate this, Edward.

Arnold uses his station
to line his own pockets

at the expense of our interests.

- Your interests?
- Yours as well.

His reach extends to the shipping lines.

- He's to be your family.
- What do you expect me to do?

The Continental Army answers
to the Continental Congress.

If they were to be made
aware of his abuses...

Oh, fine, yes. You should do that.

Me? I was hoping you would be the one.

We should all go to Congress and speak.

He's your relation.

No, I couldn't possibly!

Boy. Boy, come here.

You look like a sweet lad.

May I ask you to run this
letter in through that door,

drop it on the big desk just
inside, and then run back out?

Who's it for?

If you're too frightened, I understand.

What do I get for it?

Well, a kiss, of course.

You've got yourself a deal.

Mary.

Oh, gentlemen.

Good God, man, you...
you smell a fright.

- It's farm work.
- Ooh.

- Abe.
- Oh, there you are.

I've been seeding all morning
and I'm dead starving, so...

It's because you forgot vittles again.
Come here.

You forget your stomach,
it'll be the death of you.

Take some fruit.

Well, actually, maybe I should
take dinner whilst I'm here

'cause I might not be back until late.

Dinner's not ready yet, but there's
pork outside in the smokehouse.

That sounds good, yeah.
I'll take a look.

I've only a few more rows left to plant,

so shouldn't be too much longer.

All right? You...

kiss that boy for me.

Major.

Mary, I feel as if

we should open some windows.

Rebecca.

You already know what
I've come here to say.

I failed.

Failed to save our firstborn
from being killed in battle.

And failed to raise
our second as a moral man,

and for that I'm... I'm so sorry.

Though all is not lost, thank God.

I may not have been able
to save Abraham...

but there is still hope in young Thomas.

Perhaps the mistakes
I made in raising our son

can be corrected through his own.

I swear I will dedicate my life to him

and this time I will not fail.

All that remains
is to ask your forgiveness

and grant me

the strength

to do what I must.

Dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

"What a tangled web we weave

when first we practice to deceive."

You know "Macbeth," boy?

Yeah, I just need
to concentrate on this.

And you're wrong about André, by the by.

It ain't revenge I'm
after, it's justice.

All men are created equal.

Mmm, the Declaration.

I read it, you know.

All men are created equal.

That's the truth

that His Majesty
Farmer George can't face.

That's what really terrifies him.

It really does and that's
what all those cowards

like Tommy Gage and Johnny
André all run away from.

All those commissioned officers
who look down on me,

spat on me,

took credit for my scalps,

cursed me with half pay.

They saw themselves above me.

They refused to treat me like an equal

just as Britain refuses America.

I mean to teach them different

by the justice I deliver to John André.

That will be my Declaration

before I leave these colonies.

That they were never better than me.

Sorry, what was that?

Serves me right, I suppose.

Come on, come on.

Let's move a body.

So if I plant cabbage now...

Hurry.

If I plant now, you reckon loose heads?

Eh? Oh, aye.

When I was a lad,
we used to plant cabbages

back up in Mountalona.

And if you plant later in the fall,

you get less maggots, too.

You hear that?

Run.

Run!

Halt.

Dismount.

It's Eastin.

You are truly

the most beautiful woman

in all of England and America.

Thank you.

Do you like the house?

It's for you.

- It's all for you.
- It's very grand.

- I must be getting back now.
- No, no, no, stay.

Stay, please.

General Arnold!

Go.

Go there.

General Arnold!

Check the inventory
against the manifest.

What is this?

A warrant signed by Congress.

I want it all marked.

Signed by you.

This is a bloody writ of assistance.

- Do you serve Great Britain now?
- Do you?

For amongst the many
charges lain against you,

most disturbing is the use
of military wagons

to offload the Charming Nancy,
a known smuggling vessel.

An action which could be seen
as trafficking with the enemy.

The enemy? How?

Don't touch that!

- What charges, man?
- Six in total.

And they have been sent to Congress
and to General Washington.

Charges of corruption, of impropriety,

and perhaps worse.

Since those charges are lies,

I will assume that you have
no evidence to back up

this slander that I will
see you charged with.

What is that?

An anonymous letter sent
by a concerned Patriot

led us to your nest
of schemes and bad business.

Anonymous?

I will fight these charges
to the bitter end.

- All done, sir.
- I will see you there.

Benedict...

are these things true?

No.

They are the attacks
of an anonymous coward

who thinks he can hide
behind a disgrace like Reed.

No, this will go away by morning.

In the meantime, I think it best
that you return home for tonight.

I asked not to be disturbed.

I'm afraid I must.

Oh, Richard.

I heard about Corporal Eastin.

I don't know how he's done it
with his Rangers deployed,

but Simcoe has somehow managed to
strike a double blow against me.

I suppose it is the perfect alibi.

What do you mean?

Not only has he killed
another one of my men,

but now he has apparently poisoned

Major André's trust with me.

His letter from New York indicates

that he is not interested
in hearing what intelligence

Abraham has gathered
about the Sons of Liberty.

Perhaps it's for the best

that you don't send Abraham
to New York anymore.

What are you talking about?

I'm... I'm talking about my son.

I've come here

after much deliberation

to inform you

that he is a criminal,

a traitor against the Crown,

and that he is

and has been for some time...

a spy for the Continental Army.