Bridewell Prison (memory)

Bridewell Prison was a virtual representation of one of Ratonhnhaké:ton's genetic memories, relived by Desmond Miles in 2012 through the Animus.

Description
Connor found himself waking up inside Bridewell Prison. He then made plans to assassinate Thomas Hickey.

Dialogue
Connor woke up. Connor overheard a conversation between prisoners. Connor then went to sleep. Connor was taken to the common area. Connor found a man at a table. Connor and Mason then played a boardgame. Connor pickpocketed the key from finch. The following day, Connor tried to key on his cell door, to no avail. Connor returned to Mason Weems. Connor then fought several prisoners, angering the guards. Connor was then taken to the pit. Connor stole the key and escaped from his cell, slowly making his way towards Thomas Hickey's cell. Connor found Hickey's cell, and tried to strangle him on his bed. However, he found a dead body who turned out to be the warden. Connor charged at Charles Lee, who overpowered him.
 * Connor: You.
 * Thomas: You miss me, swee'art? Wot? Nothin' to say?
 * Connor: If you are here, then Washington is safe.
 * Thomas: True, true. Thing is... I believe I've just been pardoned. Thank you kindly for the rescue, gents.
 * Haytham: There can be no further mistakes, Thomas. Am I understood?
 * Thomas: 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.
 * Charles: At once, sir.
 * Thomas: Wot are we gonna do?
 * Charles: 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.
 * Thomas: Do tell.
 * Charles: All in good time. It's not like the Assassin's going anywhere. For now we should see about getting you better accommodations here.
 * Thomas: What are you on about? I thought I was gettin' out.
 * Charles: 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.
 * Thomas: What a bunch of bollocks! I thought you was gonna handle that.
 * Charles: We'll discuss this ELSEWHERE.
 * Finch: ... I'm tellin' ya, he's plannin' to escape. We should get in on it!
 * Prisoner: Yeah? And what makes ya think that?
 * Finch: Caught 'im carvin' something in the yard. Slipped it in his pocket real quick when 'e saw me. Looked like a key.
 * Prisoner: Probably just a shiv.
 * Finch: Nah. Mason ain't a fighter. Always talkin' and trickin' his way outta trouble. Weasel Weems, they call 'im. Sneaky bastard.
 * Prisoner: Come on, Finch. He's not so bad. Even taught me some letters once. Gonna write a note to my lady.
 * Finch: What for? You think that whore's out there pinin' for ya? Savin herself for when you get out? Hah! No doubt she's already moved onto the next fella. And the fella after 'im.
 * Prisoner: You shut your mouth, 'fore I shut it for you.
 * Finch: Easy now - was just a joke.
 * Prisoner: Yeah? Well it wasn't very funny...
 * Guard: Get up.
 * Connor: Where are we going?
 * Guard: Stay out of trouble or you'll wind up in the pit.
 * Guard: What are you looking at, half-breed? 
 * Guard: You not understand English? That it?
 * Guard: Do I need to knock some sense into that thick head of yours?
 * Connor: I should try and find this Weems fellow. If he intends to escape, perhaps he can help me.
 * Connor: Mason Weems?
 * Mason: Could be.
 * Connor: I need your help.
 * Mason: Oh?
 * Connor: They say you know a way out of here.
 * Mason: THEY say a lot of things...
 * Connor: I do not have time for games.
 * Mason: A shame, as I was hoping you might play one with me.
 * Connor: Fine.
 * Mason: Are you familiar with the rules?
 * Mason: Seeing as you already know mine - what's your name?
 * Connor: Connor.
 * Mason: Pleased to meet you, Connor. Well played! So, what brings you to Bridewell?
 * Connor: Treachery. I have been falsely accused.
 * Mason: Of course you have...
 * Connor: You do not believe me?
 * Mason: Why should I? You've the look of a brute.
 * Connor: You misjudge. I am an honest man.
 * Mason: And yet also a man imprisoned. Tell me how you found yourself in this place.
 * Connor: It is a private matter.
 * Mason: As is what you ask of me...
 * Connor: I was trying to prevent a murder.
 * Mason: Oh? Anyone I know?
 * Connor: George Washington.
 * Mason: The others put you up to this, didn't they? Thought it might be fun to have another laugh at Mason's expense? Fools, the lot of them, to make light of something like this. George Washington is brave beyond measure, loyal like a brother, peerless in character, and unshakeable in his convictions! That man is our Jupiter Conservator, destined to lead us not just to freedom, but greatness. Anyone who says otherwise is either a simpleton or a traitor.
 * Connor: Then you understand why I need to get out of here. If I don't help him, he is going to die.
 * Mason: You're serious, aren't you? Very well. But it's going to take some doing. See - everything hinges on the key I forged. But that lout Finch stole it! Took me three months to make the thing, too. You need to get it back or we're not going anywhere.
 * Connor: Consider it done.
 * Guard: Alright scoundrels, back in your cells!
 * Connor: This key is useless!
 * Guard: What are you looking at? You in the market for a husband?
 * Connor: Your key is useless.
 * Mason: What do you mean?
 * Connor: It did not fit the lock.
 * Mason: It's not meant to.
 * Connor: You forged a key that does not work?
 * Mason: Well that all depends on what you mean by work. It'll get us out of here, just not the way you expected.
 * Connor: Then how?
 * Mason: You're going to use it to get the real key off the warden. You have to swap yours for his.
 * Connor: Why not just have me take the real key? Why all this extra work?
 * Mason: He might notice if it went missing. This way, he'll be none the wiser.
 * Connor: And when HE tries to use it?
 * Mason: He won't. That's why we're targetting him.
 * Connor: How do I reach the warden?
 * Mason: Yes... This next part you may not like.
 * Connor: As if I've liked the others? Out with it.
 * Mason: You need to pick a fight.
 * Connor: What?
 * Mason: Pick a fight and they'll throw you in the pit.
 * Connor: How in the world does this help us?
 * Mason: The warden oversees the pit. Getting sent there is the only way to reach him.
 * Connor: I'll give you credit... You've given this plan to risk my life a great deal of thought.
 * Mason: Take down as many as you can. One of two will only serve to entertain the guards. You need to make them angry. We all have our part to play. Try not to die.
 * Guard: Fancy yourself a trouble-maker, eh? Some time in the pit should cool your blood.
 * Warden: Look at all of you. Pathetic, dirty wretches. You're naught but swine suckling at the teats of civilization. Thieves and scoundrels, all. And do you acknowledge this? Do you repent and beg forgiveness? No. you elect, instead, to commit new and more terrible crimes inside what should be a place of rehabilitation. 
 * Connor: I need to take care not to raise the alarm.
 * Mason: You'll find Hickey through that door. It's where they keep the "important" prisoners. Nicer rooms, more space - those sorts of things. It seems even in a prison, who you know makes all the difference.
 * Connor: Thank you, Mason. For everything. I will find a way to repay the favor when my work here is finished.
 * Thomas: Not who you was expectin', am I right?
 * Charles: What have we here? I thought we'd finished off your kind.
 * Connor: You would like that, wouldn't you? To rid the world of all who do not share your views.
 * Charles: Guilty as charged. Your meddling in the revolution has caused us no small measure of grief. It cannot continue. Our work is too important. But what would you know, beyond all the lies Achilles feeds you and the tales you tell yourself.
 * Connor: I know that the people wish to be free - and that men like Washington fight to make it so.
 * Charles: Please. The man is weak. He stumbles and stammer sthrough each engagement, making it up as he goes along. His pedigree is pathetic - his military record even more so. I could go on and on but we'd be here for days, so manifold are his faults, so deficient are his merits. He must be dealt with. you as well. I will abide no more flies in the ointment.
 * Thomas: 'Ere is 'ow it's gonna work. First we bind ya and bring ya to your cell. Then, tomorrow, you fo before the court, accused of plottin' to kill good ol' Georgie. Maybe we could pin the murder of the Warden on you too. You did kill 'im, after all. And who wouldn't take the word of Charlie over here? Once that's all squared away, well then...
 * Charles: All those years ago. The child in the forest was YOU.
 * Connor: I said I would find you.
 * Charles: And so you have. But not quite as you had expected, am I right? You know - all of this might have been avoided, had you only done as I'd asked. Ah, but what's done is done.

Outcome
Connor attempted to murder Thomas Hickey, but was instead framed for the murder of the warden, as well as plotting to kill George Washington.

Trivia

 * To achieve full synchronization, three constraints had to be completed: prison guard deaths had to be limited to two, Hickey had to be reached within two minutes, and all previous constraints had to be completed in one playthrough.