Washington's Spies

TURN 4×10

King George III: Don’t you hear the music?... Oh, Handel. «Music for the Royal Fireworks.» My grandfather George II commissioned this to celebrate the Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle, which affirmed his legacy. But... I fear if I were to recognize this Congress... my legacy would be the king who lost the Americas.
Frederick: Not all the Americas, sire... There’s still Canada.
King George III: It’s all ours, you gibbering idiot! All mine!

King George III: They want independence? I’ll give them blood!

Benedict: I’ll lobby the king myself for more men, then come back and thrash Washington in a way those gentlemen generals never could! Think of it... Commander of the British Forces in North America.

Maj. Hewlett: I’m sorry. I’m not going to turn you in. I was plotting to kill Simcoe, too.

Abigail: Why would you help me?
Maj. Hewlett: We’re in the same dirty business, aren’t we? If we spies don’t seek restitution for one another... who will?

Maj. Hewlett: If I were you, I would go straight to the top. He owes you, Abraham. I suggest you collect.

Maj. Hewlett: Through your New York connection? Just curious who that was...
Abraham: Hmm... I’m afraid you’ll have to remain curious.

Maj. Hewlett: I assure you, the man you knew as John Graves Simcoe... is dead and gone.

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Gen. Clinton: Parliament is currently pondering the fate of the remaining North American provinces. Upper Canada has need of leadership...
Simcoe: Excellent! Who are we fighting there?
Gen. Clinton: No one, except the weather, I suppose... You wouldn’t be going there to fight, John. You’d be there to build, to create, to develop the territory, establish a local gentry. I mean, to all intents and purposes, you’d be Lord Simcoe. You’d do well to choose a lady.

Townsend: The only thing I regret is having to be prodded into doing something that my conscience should have dictated.
Abraham: Yes, but... we’re not looking for reward, just what we’re owed, same as soldiers.
Townsend: Yeah, but we weren’t soldiers, were we? Lies were our weapons. Sins in service of ideals.

Washington: I favor fact over form.
Rivington: What are facts but opinions expressed as truths?

Washington: In regards to the liberty of the press, we are agreed. My men are not here to escort you to prison, but to protect you from new reprisals. We shall need vigorous voices to have prod and check, lest our young country stray down the same road as the one we just defeated.

Washington: You should change the name of the «Royal Gazette.» Sometimes principle must be tempered with practicality. Good day, Mr. Rivington.

Lady Amherst: I suppose the rumors didn’t hurt.
Peggy: What rumors?
Lady Amherst: About your former beau, the gallant Major André.
Peggy: Why would anyone believe that?
Lady Amherst: Why wouldn’t you want them to? Rumors like that are the lifeblood of London society. You’ll see.

Rogers: Ephialtes. Brutus. Judas... Arnold.

Washington: Mr. Woodhull is to be the man of honor.

Washington: What is your crop?
Abraham: Cabbage.
Washington: Ah. Deceptively simple. I tested it at Mount Vernon once...

Washington: It was a very hard lesson, but I have learned well. A failure to settle accounts can turn friend to foe. Whereas the payment of a debt is freedom felt by all.

Washington: Our country owes its life to heroes whose names it will never know.

Abraham: «...The revolution never ends. It was hallowed as a triumph of the righteous over the wicked. But the battle lines were not clearly drawn. The real war, the one between good and evil, was fought within ourselves.»

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