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Water, please.

(Pants)

That's enough for that bastard, Newt.

Newt, is it? These your brothers?

Me, them two there,
and Bige here's a cousin.

Shut your gob, boy.

Cousin, of course.

All these quaint towns.
So many families sharing the same name.

Not surprising, really.

(Spits)

You can finish shining it later.

You know, Ben, it's still
a ways to Fort Lee.

I mean, a man could
fall off that wagon,

hit his head on a rock.

Scott should have us scouting ahead.

Yeah?

But I think he likes you too much
to let you out of his sight.

- (Laughs)
- You're such an arsehole.

Yeah, only to my friends.

Hey, what if he trips
while taking a piss?

Hold on, shh. Shut up.

- Listen.
- (Faint rustling)

- Something's coming.
- Infantry or patrol?

Ah, I can't tell through this soup.

Defensive positions.

(Grunts)

Hold your fire!

Dear God.

You.

- What's your regiment?
- My bounty's up.

You're 2nd Virginia. I thought
they were at Fort Lee.

Yes, sir, we were.

You were?

The general ordered Fort Washington
abandoned, but Colonel Magaw held fast.

We watched the redcoats take it
from across the river.

- Then they came over in boats.
- They took Fort Lee as well?

Well, where's the army now?

Where?

Gone. They're gone, captured.

Washington, too, they say.

Don't go that way.

I beg you, don't go that way.

By all means, let us continue!

To New York!

♪ 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 ♪

We should make Oyster Bay
by midday,

Brooklyn Ferry by early evening,

and then across to New York Island.

Where we'll meet your contact.

Yes, a senior man in the
commissary department.

Well-connected, if tight
with his guineas.

But together we will open his purse.

Are you sure we shouldn't wait until
after Thomas' memorial service?

- (Coos)
- No, not you, lad.

He's talking about his elder
brother, your uncle and namesake.

We'll be back in plenty of time.

You.

You have a job to do.

Look after your mother, Sprout.

Oh, we'll be fine.

And in New York. I'm jealous.

I expect I'll find it much changed.

Oh, well, not all change
seems for the best at first.

But sometimes you just have
to look at it with new eyes.

We're all for the cause,
but we don't want trouble here.

We'll only be here for a night
or two, then we'll move on.

Your hospitality shall be rewarded,
I assure you.

We don't require no reward.

Just no trouble.

You'll have none from us.

Sir?

I showed your men the way.

If the flying camp is where
I think it will be,

then they should return
with an escort by Monday.

Let's hope we don't
wear out our welcome.

Sir, I...

with the loss of those forts,
I should think

that we need friendly eyes in
New York now more than ever.

If you would just give us another chance,
I'm sure that my source...

Have you forgotten the sight of those
poor wretches coming out of the woods?

That's the true threat we're facing.

What happens when officers
disobey their orders.

You should've been
scouting the enemy's lines,

not conscripting men
for a rogue operation

and torturing a captured officer...

I told you that I could
have you court-martialed

But right now I can't
afford to lose an officer,

even a misguided one.

You shall face discipline
when we reach camp,

the severity of which
may be tempered

by your ability to follow
orders from here on out.

Yes, sir. I'll have my men scout
the area while we wait for word.

Very well.

"Scout the area"?

A large area.

Get to Abe. See if he's
found out anything new.

The plan is that we wait
for him to post a signal,

then I make contact.

Yeah, well, change of plans.

- My boat's laid up.
- Then use someone else's.

- Grant to pass.
- (Bleating)

Hold up right there.

(Bleating continues)

What's your business in New York?

Our business is providing pork
to feed the king's soldiers.

King's officers, maybe.

Can't remember what a good
chop tastes like, myself.

Where's your livestock?

This is strictly a selling trip.

Here is my buyer's bona fides.

You will note the commissary seal.

Wait here.

- Some chicken?
- Uh, no, maybe later.

I remember a certain barmaid
used to work at that tavern.

She would pour you an ale
while sporting her "dairy"

in a manner that made you wonder
which beverage was on offer.

"Her virtues,
graced with external gifts,

do breed love's
settled passions in my heart."

We're still speaking
of her tits, right?

(Both laugh)

No, I'm glad to hear
that all your college learning

isn't buried under
cabbage and manure.

Perhaps we could drop by your
alma mater while we're here.

Look, if this is about me
not pursuing the law...

No, no, no, I was
merely thinking that,

in the interests of carving
a path for your son,

- you might endeavor to...
- Yes, my son.

And thank you for noting
that Thomas is mine,

that I'm responsible for his future.

It's a task I don't take lightly.

I see how you dote on him.

I wonder if perhaps
I should've done the same.

You want what's best for your son.

So do I.

You can go.

Thank you.

You, there! Move that mutton!

- (Farmer whistles)
- (Sheep bleating)

Ho.

REDCOAT:
Whose sheep are these?

FARMER: Not my sheep, sir.
Dog's mine, though.

Where the hell are you going?

I think you mean, "Where the hell
am I going, Lieutenant?"

To ride ahead.

Make sure we're not jumped by patrol.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- What about us?
- CALEB: Youse?

Your orders are to stay here,

keep your eyes peeled for skulkers.

- Our "orders," huh?
- Yeah.

And how do we know these ain't shams
like the ones Tallmadge gave us?

Because I'm telling you.

So shut your holes,
do your watches.

(Clicks tongue)

We'll never see him again.

He's desertin'.

Maybe he's got the right idea.

That Virginia man
said they got Washington.

What if he's dead?

Then this fight is almost done.

And we're on the wrong side
of the gallows.

Unless we do something about that.

- Like what?
- (Spits)

Put one of these on.

Loyalist refugees
are pouring into the city

now that Howe has secured it.

Rebel deserters, too.

This will let the local authorities
know our leaning at a glance.

Yeah, why not a little
Union Jack as well?

Well, perhaps you can
suggest that to the general,

should we happen to run across him.

There she is, New York Island.

(Chatter)

Oh, my, what an 'andsome pair
of gentlemen.

Is that your son?

How's about I introduce him
to my daughter

for a little family get-together?

Maybe later.

WOMAN:
We'll be here, darlin'.

- "Maybe later"?
- (Chuckles)

Woodhull! Judge Woodhull!

I didn't know your
contract was military.

They're the best kind
of contract to have.

Magistrate.
(Chuckles)

You're a sight for sore eyes
and a salivating palate.

Brought the bacon, have we?

Only my son, Abraham, my new
business representative.

Does that mean we won't be
trading directly anymore?

Matters at home increasingly
require my attention,

but you can trust my son
in all of my affairs.

Yes. But can I trust him in mine?

(Laughs)
Call me Jonathan.

Ugh! Yow!

(Water sloshing)

Setauket? See-tauket?

What's that mean?
It's like in Indian, right?

You need to stop talking
so damn loud, all right?

Just stay with the boat
and wait for my signal.

- Your signal?
- Yeah.

Owl, right?
(Hooting)

Whoo-hoo...

I'll signal. You just listen.

Try not to wet yourself.

DRIVER:
Whoa.

Hup.

(Whispers)
Abraham?

Abraham?

(Laughing)
Howdy.

Your cauliflower looks
like it's coming on nice.

- You got any ready to eat?
- (Both laugh)

Bollocks!

Do you want the whole garrison
to hear you?

Do you know for a fact
that he's in New York?

By now he should be.

One of Richard's hands told one of
mine they left early this morning.

(Laughs)
Oh, God.

There's a word for this, Annie.

There is a damnable word.

Mm, I'm guessing, then, that you
haven't exhausted your lexicon.

Ironic. Yeah.

Now, I may have not gone to Yale,

but I did screw a well-read
woman in New Haven.

And this is ironic that
that little skinny bastard

is in New York
right where I want him,

only instead of
procuring intelligence,

that little shite is selling hogs.

(Scoffs)

- You need information.
- Yeah.

Maybe we can still get it.

"We"?

You'd be surprised
what spills out of a soldier's mouth

when I lower the price of ale.

And their rooms can yield up
secrets of their own,

- as I've already found.
- No, Annie, no.

- I'm sorry.
- Stop calling me Annie.

- And why not?
- Because it's not the thing, all right?

Because I'm a woman.

Well, yeah, because you're a woman.

And this is men's work.

Oh, so you don't mind me
pinning up a few petticoats

and you're happy to hide
out here in my barn,

but having me do anything more

offends your delicate notions
of a woman's proper place,

which appears to be
suffering under your bulk?

Oh, that is when they're
not improving your English.

So this must be marriage, then.

Caleb Brewster, I can't think
of a man in these parts

braver and more capable than
half of the women I know.

- Annie, all I'm saying is...
- What happened to Captain Simcoe?

- Simcoe?
- His body wasn't recovered.

Annie... uh, Anna.

I-I'm sorry about what
happened to your husband.

Simcoe.

You promised Abraham
you'd send him to his reward.

We planned to...

after we questioned him, but...

the plan went wrong.
Now he's in custody of...

- Get out.
- Come on.

- Get out!
- All right.

If you can't keep a promise,
then I can't trust you here.

Out.

You know, Annie,

you're still pretty when you're angry.

All right.

(Quietly)
Get out.

COOK:
To the four hinges of friendship...

swearing, lying,
stealing, and drinking.

- Hear, hear.
- (Chuckles)

Now to business.

The army has plenty of wine,

but little meat to pair it with,

thanks to the damn rebels.

And you, sir, have hogs.

25 fat hogs ready
for the butcher's knife.

And since we both know that the army
is indeed desperate for fresh meat,

my price is eight pounds per pound.

Desperate they may be,
but at that price,

I suspect they'd rather
eat shoe leather.

I could go five, but no higher.

Well, I could get that price at home.

No. Seven.

I'm sorry you came
all this way, Richard.

Still, it's always good to get
out of town once in a while.

Uh...

my father's price is too low.

His original price.

I've seen army suppliers
at work in Long Island.

They requisition horse and wagon,

pay far less than the official
rate, then pocket the difference.

Is that a fact?

It's just an idea.

Let's say that you buy
25 hogs from us today,

and then tomorrow you sell
35 to the quartermaster.

Sell 10 hogs I don't have?

And then you split the extra
profit with your buyer,

who makes sure the
count suits the bill.

So, I'd say take his compromise

or we can go find a quartermaster of
our own, do our business directly.

Richard, do you wish to hazard
our relationship in this way?

As I said, I trust my son
in all my affairs.

I feel you have a gloomy view
of human nature, young man.

- I'm the son of a judge.
- (Both laugh)

(Laughing)

Well said.

Seven it is.

Now I'd like to discuss those additional
resources we spoke of last month.

Cauliflower, wasn't it?

Fresh vegetables are almost as
valuable as fresh meat these days.

When did you start
planting cauliflower?

Oh, not his.
From some rebel's field.

I think that's enough
business for one night.

Why don't we take
what's left of your Picolit

and adjourn
to your splendid balcony?

A splendid suggestion.

(Water sloshing)

Where'd he go, hmm?

Where'd he go?

(Distant owl hooting)

Want more potatoes, Captain?

Yes, thank you.

Won't your husband be joining us?

If he can. He's tending a sick cow.

This ale is rather good.
As is the mutton.

My compliments on your
hospitality, General.

You know, you would do better
to compliment our hosts,

who are sharing
their table with a man

who would surely kill them
without a second thought.

Only if ordered to.

We must all obey
our orders, mustn't we?

Perhaps, Captain, you should avoid

antagonizing both your
hosts and your captors.

My apologies, of course.

Sir, there's a company
coming in from the north.

- Regulars?
- Tory militia, we think.

- Oh, God.
- Madam, please.

(Humming "March of the Grenadiers")

(Guns click)

- What's this?
- Change of plans.

New order of battle.

We're taking you two and
your prisoner to New York,

where we'll exchange you for
full pardons and hard coin.

This is mutiny.
This... this is madness.

This is New Jersey.

We serve the colony
of Pennsylvania, sir,

and we've been lured here
under false orders.

- Eben, you're making...
- Shut up.

We can take you dead,
alive, or wounded.

I'll give you to the count of
five to choose your preference.

One, two...

- (Fires)
- (Grunts)

(Yells)

Gideon!

EBEN:
Newt!

- (Groans)
- (Cocks gun)

- Thanks for dinner.
- Oh, damn it!

You men! Fall under my command!

(Groans)

You in there?

It's still three guns to one.

You can be prisoners
or you can be dead.

Think it over.

Oh.

Mr. Baker, I brought your coat in
so it wouldn't get damp.

BAKER:
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Woodhull.

Wait, there's a stain on your shirt.

Well, as long as the jacket stays on,
no one will be the wiser.

Just hold still.

Mrs. Woodhull,
you really don't have to...

I'm a wife and a mother.

Sometimes I think half my life
is spent doing laundry.

Not that Abraham much cares
what he throws on each morning.

Oh, he's a good man, your husband.

Always says hello
when he goes by the tavern.

- The Strong tavern?
- Aye.

My sentry post is right there.

Have you seen him there much
since Selah Strong's arrest?

A few times, I suppose.

- There, no stains.
- Thank you.

You got any ale
to wash this down with?

- This isn't my tavern.
- (Chuckles)

Some cider, then. I'm not choosy.

Have you chosen a means of escape?

Actually, I could use
your help on that score.

You mean a woman's help?

Right.

Ahem, Mrs. Strong, I would
be eternally grateful

if a brave and capable woman
such as yourself

could go down to the wharf
and see if there might be

any unattended boats
that I could borrow.

If only to get me out of your hair...

and your barn.

Well, Mr. Brewster,
since you asked so nicely,

I'll see what I can do.

I'm sorry about Simcoe.

I suppose when Abe finds out,

he won't be so keen
on spying for us anymore.

I'm not sure he would be anyway.

He told me he's done with this
"double life," as he called it.

(Groans)

Why don't we rush 'em?

You anxious to get shot?

We got time.

(Groaning)

The farmer's gonna die
unless he gets a doctor.

- (Groaning continues)
- You want his blood on your hands?

I need to be with my husband.

Mrs. Standish, please just
stay calm and stay down.

BEN:
Corporal Bascombe.

Newt.

You and your brothers, you're
from Donegal, aren't you?

What of it?

Well, sounds a lot like
the place that I'm from...

small farm town, very peaceful.

That is, until
the king's men marched in

and turned the church
into his stables.

Hung anyone with
the courage to object.

You know, the same thing
will happen to your town

unless we stand together
and resist them.

The good captain is happy
to sell you this bilge,

but mark me, the truth is,
you and your brothers

will end up rotting
in unmarked graves

while your meager fields are added
to some wealthy general's holdings.

Some Continental general.

No, that's what the enemy believes.

But they're fighting for a king.

You and I are fighting
for our homes,

for our families, for our freedom.

Just remember your oath, Newt.

Stand aside when this matter
plays out and I promise you...

That's enough talk!

(Panting)

This war will be a short one.

Our host affects a raffish charm,
but he's a cunning trader.

You may think that you called
him on his scheme tonight,

but I think it was just a test
to see how well you play the game.

He'll keep you on your toes, for sure.

Did you arrange to sell
Selah Strong's crop

before or after you
sought your attainder?

Because the timing
argues for the former.

What difference does it make?
His property will soon be forfeit.

"What difference does it make"?

The difference marks you
as a sharper trader than Cook,

having already sold
Selah's crop as your own.

His fields will be distributed
equitably among his loyal neighbors.

"Equitably"?

You mean conveniently,
per your buyer's needs.

It's curious that when other so-called
patriots' property is seized,

you raised no objections.

But I'm guessing your interest
in this case is more personal.

All these confiscations achieve
is to create more Selahs,

more Ben Tallmadges,
prolonging the war.

There is no war without an army,
and Washington's is finished.

- You underestimate them.
- Perhaps I overestimated you.

I thought I caught a glimpse tonight

of a man I would be proud
to call my son.

But it seems you can't put your
childhood attachments behind you.

Anna Strong is not your family.

Mary and Thomas are.
Now honor your responsibilities

- as your brother would've done.
- (Loudly) Thomas is dead.

And I wed her to honor
your responsibilities.

Then accept your decision
and stand by them.

Prove you're a worthy man
and a worthy husband

instead of a petulant boy
who can't admit that he's here

because he can't take care
of his own family.

(Door slams)

(Distant chatter)

(Cheering)

("March of the Grenadiers"
playing in background)

__

(Voices chanting)
Liberty, not tyranny!

Liberty, not tyranny!

MAN:
Stay back! Stay back!

(Gunshot echoes, screaming)

Hey, you. Are you groggy, or what?

Get your rummy ass home.

(Distant voice shouting in German)

(Speaking German)

German?

(Drill sergeant yelling in German)

Ja.

I'm a cabbage farmer.

I couldn't help wondering
what you're making there.

Sauerkraut.

Have a taste, Yank.

- Mm.
- (Laughing)

- Is good, ja?
- Yeah.

(Drill sergeant yelling)

(Soldiers speaking German)
Link, recht, link, recht...

It's, uh... it's odd
to be drilling this hard

so close to winter, isn't it?

I would've thought the army would
be preparin' to stand down.

English army, maybe.

Our commander is a harder man.

Is a hard man, ja.

They're shipping us out next week.

- The whole brigade.
- That's too bad, for both of us.

I have a whole crop
of cabbage to sell.

Any way I could get it to you?

Well, how well
do you know New Jersey?

It's a place called Tren... Tran...

- Trenton?
- Ja.

I know it.

Can you deliver there?

I'll see what I can do.

(Distant chatter)

MARY:
Anna?

Mary, what are you doing
out here at this hour?

Looking for you.

Oh.

I know what you've been doing.

It's time we talked,
don't you think?

Did you know that Abraham's
brother Thomas and I

were originally
supposed to be married?

Yes, I did.

Abraham's father
and mine arranged it.

I only met Thomas once,
but, by all accounts,

he was a very admirable man.

It was tragic how he died,

but I respect Abraham honoring
his family's agreement.

You respect him?

Respect, trust, responsibility.

I would say that's what's
important for a good marriage.

And children, of course.

I know Abraham is a passionate man,

and if he chooses to exercise that
passion outside of his marriage,

then I will consent as long as you
agree to limit your time together

and ensure that it stays a secret.

Abraham is a good provider and father

and I don't want his name besmirched
any more than I do my own.

I am not having an affair
with your husband.

Nor have I entertained
romantic feelings for him

since he broke off our engagement.

Your engagement?

We were engaged, secretly,

before he decided that honoring
his father's agreement

was more important
than his vow to me.

I don't believe it.

No?

Why don't you ask Abraham?

Or, better yet, ask his father.

(Mrs. Standish sobbing)

You in there! We're done waiting.

Come out unarmed
or we come in shooting.

(Clicks)

He's bluffing.

No, I don't think so.

We either fight him in here
or out there.

(Chuckles) And trust your entreaties
have improved our odds?

(Clicks)

BEN:
We're coming out!

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

Newt, get out of the way!
Get out of the way!

(Grunts)

Well done, Captain.

(Simcoe clapping)

- CALEB: So, two sentries on the dock?
- Three.

Three, good.
Three, I can deal with.

You have a plan?

Well, more of an interesting way

of getting myself
killed, but, you know...

I'm trying to think of how
I can improve the odds.

Caleb, if this is too dangerous...

No, don't worry.

Well, unless the truth is
that you're sorry to see me go.

I admit, it's been good to see you.

So many things
have changed around here.

Woody only thinks
he's changed, Annie.

Mostly his problem is that
he married the wrong woman.

- (Door creaks)
- (Gun cocks)

(Whispers)
Anna?

- Abraham!
- Hey, when did you get back into town?

I might ask you the same thing,

although I think I just
got the measure of it.

- You were listening.
- No, I mean, I only caught a bit.

Listen, I...

came here intending to ask
you to hang a petticoat.

I bear gifts from New York.

(Laughs)

What'd you find out?

Well, that while the Royal Army

prepares to stand down
for the winter,

a brigade of Hessian mercenaries
1,500 strong

readies to march to Trenton.

Gold.
(Laughs)

It's gold.

I gotta get this
back to Ben right away.

We'll help get you out.
You can trust me.

I do. I do trust you.

And I need you to trust me.

I think... I think there's
something you should know first.

Let him hear it from me.

Captain Simcoe is dead.

They hid his body to make
it look like he'd run off

like the cowardly blackguard he was.

All right.

- Hey, it's good to see you.
- It's good to see you.

- Let's get you the hell out of here.
- Right.

All right.

Sir... general says to report
as soon as you're able.

SOLDIER:
Set him down.

Washington has escaped
without a scratch.

He is indeed camped
across the Delaware. Here.

Sir, we should discuss this.

Well, I'd love nothing better than
to see these men tried and hanged

as a warning to others who might
consider turning traitor,

but the army has
more pressing concerns.

(Whispers)
Hope you're happy.

(Cocks gun, fires)

General...

the boy was clearly
strong-armed by his brothers.

A trial, yes,
but a summary execution?

Well, I'm not going
to execute him, Captain.

You are.

Sir, I gave him my word.

And I've given you an order.

Obey it or face court-martial.

You have just seen firsthand

what happens when military
discipline breaks down.

Are you telling me
you've learned nothing?

I'll take the court-martial, sir.

ANNA:
Thirsty, gentlemen?

Got left out last night.

Warm, but it's still good.

Thank you, ma'am.

Morning, gentlemen.

Now, unless you'd each
like a third ball,

I suggest you raise sail
and heel away from that sloop.

(Men scream)

Get after him!

Stop him!

♪ Farewell and adieu to you
fair Spanish ladies... ♪

(Laughs)

♪ Farewell and adieu
to you ladies of Spain... ♪

("Spanish Ladies" continues)

♪ For we have received orders ♪

♪ To sail to old England ♪

♪ We hope in a short time
to see you again ♪

♪ And so never more
shall we see you again ♪

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