The key to victory is having the right man.
Our man, in the heart of the enemy camp.
They have spies everywhere, sir.
And we need the same.
You've come to enlist me?
All I ask is that you fight for what you believe in.
A small but operative spy ring has been operating right under our nose.
Smuggling intelligence across the sound
So Tallmadge, is running a man inside New York?
I'd like to buy an advertisement.
It appears that this Samuel Culper is the anchor to the conspiracy.
Could be an alias.
We will never use the name Woodhull again.
I, Abraham Woodhull.
Culper!
Could be a false name to hide his true one.
Woodhull does not exist.
Do sincerely and faithfully promise and swear, that I will bear true alliegence to His Majesty King George the III.
Spies?
Now they're being promoted from conspirators to spies?
God save the King!
You and I are merely players in a comedy whose ending has already been written.
Fall in!
By all means..
continue the performance.
-They're fighting for a king. -And who are you fighting now?
-You and I are fighting for our home. -I'm fighting for what I deserve.
You could be a spy,
or you could be a soldier,
but you can't be both.
Tell me the truth.
Who else in this camp is under British pay?
War would be over if we had leaders who weren't afraid to finish it.
This hunt has just begun.
-He got his eye on you. -Your secret's safe with me love.
And mine's on him.
-But if you don't take care.. -You're a spy?
-.. they will spot us. -Guilty.
For very action there is an equal and opposite reaction or..
-I need to see you hanged. -.. consequences.
-You'll hang for this. -No, John.
Not, me.
We've suffered countless defeats, and yet we are still here. We're still fighting.
-Culper is not dead... -You tell him.
-..neither is our ring. -It was my choice.
Deception. Betrayal. Chaos.
These are the enemies that we face.
As beasts we make a promise that one with stand and one will fall.
As long as I have air in my lungs I will never ever stop.
-Woodhull! -Culper!
-Wait! -Culper!
It will all be over soon.
No more hiding.
No more lying.
It will be the last battle of the war.
Now or never.
FIRE!
The Revolution never ends.
It was hallowed as the triumph of the righteous over the wicked.
But the battle lines were not clearly drawn.
We weren't soldiers, were we? Lies were our weapons.
The real war, the one between good and evil, was fought within ourselves.
It wasn't your fault.
Providence played a greater hand in our lives than either of us could ever know.
All nature is a circle
of creation and destruction.
And after so much destruction from this war, it is time to tend the garden again.
We must create a new world..
from the old world.
Our country owes its lives to heroes whose names we'll never know.