Connor: The British have recalled their men in Philadelphia. They march for New York.
Washington: Very well. I’ll move our forces to Monmouth. If we can rout them, we’ll have finally turned the tide.
Haytham: And what’s this?
Washington: Private correspondence!
Haytham: Of course it is. Would you like to know what it says, Connor? It seems your good friend here has just ordered an attack on your village.
Although attack might be putting it mildly. Tell him, Commander.
Washington: We’ve been receiving reports of allied natives working with the British. I’ve asked my men to put a stop to it.
Haytham: By burning their villages, and salting the land. By calling for their extermination, according to this letter. Not the first time either. Tell him what you did fourteen years ago.
Washington: That was another time. The Seven Years’ War.
Haytham: And so now you see what happens to this ‘great man’ when under duress. He makes excuses, displaces blame. Does a great many things, in fact – except take responsibility.
Connor: Who did what and why must wait. My people come first.
Haytham: Then let’s be off.
Connor: No. You and I are finished.
Connor: Do you think me so soft that by calling me son I might change my mind? How long did you sit on this information? Or am I to believe you discovered it now? My mother’s blood may stain another’s hands, but Charles Lee is no less a monster, and all he does, he does by your command.
choose to follow me or oppose me and I will kill you.
Connor: What is it the Templars truly seek?
Haytham: Order. Purpose. Direction. No more than that. It’s your lot that means to confound with this nonsense talk of freedom. Time was, the Assassins professed a far more sensible goal, that of peace.
Connor: Freedom IS peace.
Haytham: Oh, no. It’s an invitation to chaos. Only look at this little revolution your friends have started. I have stood before the Continental Congress and listened to them stamp and shout. All in the name of liberty. But it is just noise.
Connor: And this is why you favor Lee?
Haytham: He understands the needs of this would-be nation far better than the jobbernowls who profess to represent it.
Connor: It seems your tongue has tasted sour grapes. The people have made their choice – and it was Washington.
Haytham: The people chose nothing. It was done by a group of privileged cowards seeking only to enrich themselves. They convened in private and made a decision that would benefit THEM. Oh, they might have dressed it up with pretty words, but that does not make it true. The only difference, Connor – the ONLY difference between myself and those you aid – is that I do not feign affection.
Haytham: Once you’ve dealt with these louts, meet me in New York.
Connor: What? You mean to just leave? Now?
Haytham: If you can’t handle a couple of mercenaries, then we’ve really no business working together.
Connor: Unbelievable…
Hickey: Thank you kindly for the rescue, gents.
Haytham: There can be no further mistakes, Thomas. Am I understood?
Hickey: Wot about the Assassin?
E’s here. They put ‘im in the cell next to mine. Guess we didn’t quite get ’em all, eh?
Haytham: Deal with this, Charles.
Lee: At once, sir.
Hickey: Wot are we gonna do?
Lee: You’re that boy from the Continental Congress. Adams’ little lap dog. Hmmm, I think I have an idea… Yes. Two birds with one stone.
Hickey: Do tell.
Lee: All in good time. It’s not like the Assassin’s going anywhere. For now we should see about getting you better accommodations here.
Hickey: What are you on about? I thought I was gettin’ out.
Lee: I’m afraid you won’t be leaving for a while, thanks to Benjamin Tallmadge. He’s been running his mouth, saying all sorts of things. You’re being investigated for plotting to assassinate George Washington.
Hickey: What a bunch of bollocks! I thought you was gonna handle that.
Lee: We’ll discuss this ELSEWHERE.
Connor: You did not have to kill him.
Haytham: Let’s not waste time with all this pointless banter. Go catch up with the rest of Church’s men. Infiltrate that camp of theirs and see what you can discover.
Haytham: Do you swear to uphold the principles of our order and all that for which we stand?
Charles: I do.
Haytham: And never to share our secrets nor divulge the true nature of our work?
Charles: I do.
Haytham: And to do so from now until death – whatever the cost?
Charles: I do.
Haytham: Then we welcome you into our fold, brother. Together we will usher in the dawn of a New World. One defined by purpose and order. Give me your hand.
Haytham: You are a Templar. May the Father of Understanding guide us.
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