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Previously on The Gray House...

You intend to turn our Underground into a spy network?

Once President Davis arrives,

we will know what he is having for breakfast.

Long live our proud Confederacy!

Civil War has begun.

Welcome to the Old Dominion, Captain.

We've been waiting for you.

Someone I can trust would be invaluable to me.

You may count on me.

Three months, my bloods don't flow.

You havin' my baby?

I saw what you did tonight.

Embedding your servant inside the Gray House.

There is one corridor of information

in which mother and I do not have entry:

brothels.

I'll have the baker do the necessary reconnaissance.

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down deep ♪

♪ Lord, I'm tired and oh so weak ♪

♪ Dig down ♪

♪ Dig down deep ♪

♪ Dig me a grave that's six feet deep ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Blood in the river ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ There's blood ♪

♪ In the river ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Who's gonna save us now? ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna save us ♪

♪ Now ♪

Go on. Go!

Whoa there. Whoa. Whoa.

Go!

Hyup!

Okay now...

Mary Jane...

Welcome to the Gray House.

You know, I hear the President and his lady

ain't too bad to work for.

Nah, it's Mammy Lavinia that ya needs to be scared of.

Boy...

you and the girl come here to me.

That's her.

They say she a demon on earth.

You make sure you do exactly as she say.

Hat.

Let me see them hands.

Ain't no clean colored gal got soft hands like those.

What'd you do a'fore?

A lady's maid.

Oh, a lady's maid.

Go scrub out those wash tubs!

What you lookin' at, boy?

Scat...

'fore I got you cleaning out the privy.

You blue bellies

are now residents of Libby Prison.

State your name, rank and regiment. You.

Private Steve Atkins.

20th Michigan Volunteers.

All right.

Name and regiment.

Name and regiment.

-Answer me. -General, please.

He's hurt.

He's had a blow to the head.

Who are you?

Major Paul Revere, 20th Massachusetts.

You're jesting me, right?

No, sir. Grandson of the Patriot.

Then, who's he?

Daniel Boone?

Captain William Lounsbury.

Second Michigan Volunteers.

And no, my family's not famous.

But neither were they son of a bitch traitors.

All depends on what side you're on, doesn't it?

My enlistment was denied

on account of my rheumatoid leg,

but I long to serve our noble cause however I can.

Mr. Van Lew is too erratic for work for, you say?

Well, his drinking has become intolerable.

Well, should I take it on that note,

Mrs. Van Lew will take up management of the store.

Most likely, and that's another reason I'm here.

I cannot abide orders from womenfolk.

Yankees treat you like a White man.

No, sir. They treat me like a man.

Why, you goddamned...

You sass your betters in front of my presence again,

I'll knock your teeth out!

Let's talk about that job, please,

over the glass of sherry. Your future looks bright, sir.

Bring the maimed and wounded here.

Whoa.

You abscond with my best employee?

Don't raise your voice at me.

I don't know what you're...

Erasmus gave notice.

Don't play coy with me, dear sister.

That lovesick puppy would sit up and beg if you asked him to.

Well maybe he's had enough of your incessant drinking,

whining, complaining, your dereliction to our business!

Perhaps Erasmus is just plain fed up

and fatigued at being around you!

Perhaps you should blame yourself

instead of lashing out at me!

Get these orders to General Lee...

right away.

Without fail, Mr. President.

Boy, your boots, most distinguished.

Handmade for me in Baltimore, Mr. President,

before the war.

Perhaps I could procure a pair for you.

Unfortunately, I can no longer wear goods

of Northern manufacture.

Here you go. Dismissed.

Mr. Webster.

Mr. Benjamin.

Sir, a dispatch from Secretary Mallory:

The C.S. Adela should be ready to set sail by next month.

It's our new ironclad.

With her protection,

we should easily be able to double

our European continent tobacco trade.

Yes, but...

need to find a place to anchor it downriver here.

Mary Jane?

-Mary Jane! -Yes'm.

I's comin'.

What you think you're doing, girl?

A'cleanin', like you say.

And what 'uz you lookin' at?

Nothin'. I just thought that Mass'a Davis

might need me to clean up somethin' in there.

You do not speak to that man!

You don'ts put your eyes on him.

He come, you go. He ask, you answer, that's all.

Yes'um, Miss Lavinia.

If I catch you near that man and his business,

I gives you the lash myself.

Now, get on with your work!

Give 'em hell, boys!

Thank you. Thank you, folks.

God bless you. Thank you. God bless.

-Thank you! -Proud of you, boys!

God be with you!

Kick them blue bellies back to New York!

Now, get them Yanks now! Get 'em!

Come back home, boys!

Kill a Yankee for me, huh?!

Hampton!

Hampton...

I soaked it in my perfume.

On the battlefield, think of me waiting for you.

Give 'em hell!

I should have shot the son of a bitch when I had the chance.

Perhaps, but then you'd be in jail

and the girls without a father.

If Laurette wasn't their mother,

I'd have shot her first.

I implore you, dear brother,

keep your wits about you.

Mose! What you grinnin' at?

This many White folk lookin' at ya,

you best be grinnin' or hidin'.

What do you got in that fancy pan?

Li'I puff cakes.

Miss Amanda say nuthin' too good for our boys in gray!

Ain't that them fancy house n♪♪♪♪♪♪ what bad-jumped us?

Yeah.

I think I remember that jittery one.

Oh, he comes.

Horse shit!

They're treatin' us like...

It ain't right!

City curfew at 10 p.m.

in effect from now.

"All persons subject to inspection and arrest."

Outta my way.

Get your Dixie Pies.

Good day.

Get your Rebel Tarts.

How is the search for our lady friend going?

I may have found someone.

A scone this tasteless is criminal.

Sorry, Miss Van Lew.

War rations - had to skimp on the sugar.

Mr. Reeves arrest s this man for cheating on

what used to be a passable recipe.

Your evidence?

Hmm.

Damning indeed. You, sir, are on notice.

Sir.

Mind if we put these recruiting pamphlets

in your store, Mr. Van Lew?

No, they don't mind at all, Pike.

-'Course not. -Go ahead.

That is for the real men.

Thank you, Mr. Reeves.

Dearest John, regardless of Laurette, be mindful,

you will be called to join the Rebel army.

Let 'em try. I'll go north first.

Ah, Mr. McDonald.

Ma'am.

-Nice to see you. -Yes, sir.

Your order has come in.

I just need a signature from you.

I mean, Negroes are human beings, I admit.

They're not capable of emancipation...

yet.

Besides, the US Government has no right

to take away a man's property.

Property must be secured, or liberty cannot exist,

that's foundational.

It serves as the cornerstone of a free society.

That's John Adams.

A Jew fightin' for slavery.

Isn't that like Moses workin' for Ramses?

Hmm.

Perhaps.

Even as I lead my fellow Southerners

to the Promised Land.

That...

is precisely where I'm taking you.

Yeah, that's right.

You beating them rugs like we Confederates

done beat dem Yankees.

"We?" You a Negro,

how do you consider yourself a Confederate?

Ain't that what we is?

I didn't mean to say that.

I'm usually better at hiding my feelings.

No need ta hide nothin' from me.

Fine. I won't.

Next time you're out,

can you lay these on the Van Lew tomb?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am. Pardon.

I heard a rumor 'bout a lady on the streets whose

newspaperman husband got murdered for seditious writin'.

If I scream, a half dozen men will come running.

Ma'am... do your Rebel rescuers know

you're not registered under your married name:

Mrs. Richard Parish?

If you're here for a poke, you've come to the wrong hotel.

I mean you no harm.

I'm here to offer you an opportunity.

And what opportunity

do you really think a baker offer me?

Please hear me out.

I believe you might have the same sentiments

as your late abolitionist husband.

Those sentiments are exactly what got him murdered.

If you help us, it'll be worth your while.

We can pay you.

Information flows like a river between bedroom sheets.

Why not profit from that?

I pull this trigger, nobody blames me.

I make my own money, mister.

All right.

Not because some haggis-eatin' spy blackmails me.

All right, ma'am.

Good day.

General Beauregard believes that,

if his and Johnson's armies join forces,

they can flank McClellan's blue-bellies here.

That'll leave Richmond vulnerable.

Well, we're vulnerable now.

We don't have nearly the fortifications we need

to properly defend this city.

Yeah.

Did you know McClellan was a... was a child prodigy?

It's true.

He was matriculated from the university

at only 14 years of age,

and was only 19 years old when he graduated West Point.

Second in his class.

I wasn't aware you knew him so well.

As Secretary of War,

I dispatched him to tour European military installations.

McClellan was brilliant

in all his tactical assessments, especially

during his inspection of the Crimean War battlefields.

He loves the fanfare of war

and is quite adept at talking about it.

But he's never really been in a fight.

Meaning what?

McClellan's afraid.

He concerns himself with numbers of men and artillery.

I don't think he'll attack Richmond

unless he's certain he can win.

I'll order Johnson to keep moving his troops around,

make him think we have a much larger force.

Yes.

Yes, that may be the only move we need to make.

McClellan's rear guard...

That raises their troop count

up to approximately 143,000.

General McClellan it's a ploy!

Even if that's an accurate estimate,

I believe we still outnumber both General Johnston's

and General Beauregard's armies put together.

We could take Richmond today and end this thing.

We will attack when the time is right.

Sir, he's waiting to hear from Lincoln.

The General wants enough heavy artillery

and decisive soldiers to crush the Rebels in one campaign.

We have enough guns and over 200,000 trained soldiers

ready to fight now!

"Young Napoleon" my ass. He's frozen.

He's afraid a real battle might tarnish his image.

Colonel, you yourself admitted

that the General's broader war scheme

is superior to General Scott's plan.

If he'd execute it.

McClellan's grand scheme

is he'd rather be President than fight.

Sadly, he's a politician in uniform,

and he's no Lincoln.

Mose?

Mose!

What happened?

What happened, son?

Lumpkin and his man beat me

'n took Miss Amanda's silver tray.

They blames me for fightin' 'em!

Would'a lynched me, but...

but I's fooled 'em.

I's played dead.

We're going to get you somewhere safe now.

Come on, let's get you outta here.

Come on. Come on.

Mary Jane's information is key,

but we could gain a more complete picture

of their troop operations from the soldiers themselves.

That's why we need a spy inside Shockoe Saloon.

It's flowing with information from Rebel officers.

One of their "soiled doves" could be a gold mine.

When a man's drawers are down, his mouth is open.

-Mother... -You've said as much to me.

Not quite so bluntly.

Can't you try again to persuade the lady we discussed?

No, no, no. Miss Clara...

she won't listen to me.

You must earn her trust.

The bedfellow to the Rebels' Secretary of War

is not a source to give up on.

I'm tellin' ye, ma'am, she doesn't trust me.

I tried.

Perhaps she'd trust a lady more.

No matter what you put on or how you act,

you still don't look like no man.

That's not what you said when I'd imitate father in his cups.

You were just a little girl.

This is dangerous.

I'm goin' with you.

No. Everyone in town knows you work for me.

Besides...

I look like a man who can handle himself.

Don't you sass me, girl. I'm serious!

If I get caught, I can talk my way out of trouble.

But if you go down there...

you will be hanged.

Then, so be it. My mind's made up.

-Isham... -Mm-hmm?

-Your mind is quick... -Mm-hmm?

But your body is slower than molasses in wintertime.

Then suppose this thing don't work.

It will.

Right, it will,

'cause old Isham gonna be right there, watchin' over you.

I know.

How do I look?

Like every snooty peckerwood I ever saw.

Go on. Just be careful.

Every time, I catch ya. Trying to cheat me again.

The man upstairs,

he's been doing a good job for the President.

Well...

Who are you?

What do you want?

I need your help.

Oh. You want a girl? Go to the saloon.

The baker says you don't trust him.

I thought, perchance, you might trust a more kindred spirit.

There's nothing kindred about you and I.

I believe we have much in common,

like your late husband, the very brave

and noble journalist, Mr. Parrish,

I believe in basic human rights

and the United States Constitution.

That is exactly what got him killed.

Please...

You mustn't leave me standing like this.

You and the baker take quite the chance coming here.

Why, as a single, unaccompanied woman,

you take chances every day.

Polite Southern way of putting it.

I could expose your Northern sympathies right now.

Who do you think they'd believe?

Society lady like you

probably thinks I'm a lost soul.

No moral compass, right?

No. I admire your resilience.

Oh, really?

So, you risk your life and mine without hesitation.

It's worth the risk to save our Union

and let all people walk free.

Don't play that card with me.

I'm not a person you'd even speak to in polite company.

I believe there is more to you.

Presuming to know me?

That is arrogance acquired only by way of wealth...

and privilege.

Tell me we don't believe in the same cause.

You should go.

I have appointments.

Miss Van Lew, the fight has been beaten out of me.

Are you certain?

I see an irrepressible fighter

who can be of great service to our country.

Whatever I could be, could've been,

or any difference I could make in this world,

I gave up on a long time ago.

So, for as long as I have what men want, I'm fine.

You've nothing men want,

except money, and you're fine with that.

And that is why you are invaluable.

You know how to talk to a man and more importantly,

you know how to listen to him,

and you're smart enough to understand what he's saying.

Your girls look up to you.

Recruit only those you trust.

Crème de cassis -

a client brought it for me from France.

This is the how I travel the world.

Where would you like to go?

I've dreamed of Bronte's moors

in Wuthering Heights.

Help us end this war...

I will get you there.

Fresh rolls and pastries

for the President and his Missus, ma'am. Oh!

And your former mistress, Miss Van Lew,

asked if you'd return her cake pan.

-Gots it right here and a cake. -Let me see that.

It's just eggs and stuff from the garden

that Mrs. Davis said we ought to send

to the Van Lews as a thank you.

We grows this in the garden?

Mm-hmm.

Made it special for the Van Lews.

Butterscotch - it her favorite.

Hmm. What a coincidence.

Butterscotch, it's my favorite.

I thinks I need to taste this.

Cover your nasty mouth, girl!

You dim-witted girl!

-I's sorry. -Now, it's ruined!

I can't help the sneezes that keep coming on.

Just clean that muck up and wash out the pan!

Hold strong, Mary Jane.

You're doing the Lord's work.

Mm-hmm, but he got me living in hell to do it.

I be keepin' yo secrets, Mary Jane.

-Secrets? -Yeah, I seen you, girl,

big ears of yours.

You're sneakin' 'round, you're lookin' at the papers,

you're writin', whisperin'...

Then, I guess you better not talk in your sleep.

You might not wake up.

You ain't cutting nobody.

You're too... persnickety to let me be bleedin' all over ya.

Then, you don't know me.

I might want to see what you had for breakfast.

Damn, girl!

What the hell's wrong with you?

Never judge anything by what you think you see.

I-I know. I knows what I see,

and I know it mean big trouble.

Are you threatening me?

Trouble is all folks like us have.

Trouble since the day we was born.

You had any gumption about yourself,

you oughta be helping me.

Slave mass as' got you all beat down.

I'm fighting to free us.

Or get us lynched!

Now, God born us Black.

You can't turn no rooster into no tiger.

Show some teeth!

Or are you just another stiff cock who can't make up his mind?

I knows my mind.

Then, what do you want from me?

My gal Talulah is carryin' my baby.

Now, it seems to me,

you might know how to help get her into the Gray House.

I'm a house maid.

No, no, no. I seen you, girl.

I seen you. You got your ways.

Hey! Help me get my baby born safe and healthy here...

and I might could forget

what I think I see, 'n watch yo back

while you prowlin' round.

Swear it.

Swear.

It's a map of Richmond's defenses.

We must ferry this information north as soon as possible.

We can't go stale on this.

But we must get this to McClellan.

He could take the city and end this war within days.

-Shadow Man is in Washington. -We need a courier now.

McClellan can't move troops

until the Chickahominy's low enough to cross.

Even in this dry weather, that still could take weeks.

We risk our lives for nothing if we don't find more couriers.

Isham...

is Mose well enough to travel?

He says he's willing to take his chances.

Who's Mose?

He's our neighbor's servant. He's planning to run north.

You can't trust a house servant

with this kind of intelligence...

We have no other options.

It's a risk, I agree.

But one we must take.

Easy, easy.

Let's just take this thing off.

Yep, all healed.

I be ready, Miss Lizzie.

I appreciate you helping me get gone.

Them... them slavers see me again, they'll kill me.

We're glad we can help, Mose.

-Gonna miss you, friend. -If there's anything I can do

to repay both your kindness, I will.

There is something.

We'd like you to deliver a message.

It's real important.

Whatever y'all need.

Laurette?

Oh, Elizabeth! I was looking for you.

John said I could have a visit today with the girls,

but I can't seem to find anyone in this house.

Yes, of course. They've been looking forward to seeing you.

They're with Mother.

Trouble with the servants?

Everyone's been on edge since the war broke out.

We're getting it sorted.

Discipline them.

You are much too tolerant with them, Elizabeth.

As the Good Book says,

"Spare the rod, spoil the child."

So, exactly what did they say?

Well, I only caught bits and pieces.

It wasn't what they were saying so much as

the way it was being said.

Mm-hmm.

I'm telling you, Mr. Reeves,

that spiteful woman is up to something.

I need specifics.

And I need my little girls returned to their mother!

Careful...

I'm sorry.

Oh, Mr. Reeves...

I would do anything to get my daughters back.

Anything?

A man could want his most base desires satisfied

if a woman was to do...

anything.

Then...

as a lone, defenseless female...

I'd be...

I'd be helpless to stop him.

Mrs. Van Lew, you are anything...

but helpless.

Very serious allegations you're making against your family.

If you heard the conversations I've witnessed,

you'd arrest them all as traitors!

I refuse to get involved in petty family squabbles.

Hmm?

Or perform civil actions

based upon the hearsay of a bitter wife.

My daughters should be living with me,

not Union sympathizers.

You're the law!

Bring them back!

So, you order me now, huh?

Mister...

Please...

What was that?

-I'm sorry! -Hmm?

Provide evidence.

Then, I might take some action to retrieve your girls.

What do you need?

Incriminating documents,

times, places, so on and so forth. Hmm?

In order to do that,

I'd have to reconcile with John and move back in.

Y'all do that.

I'm sorry?

I can't.

Bring proof.

Do it or don't bother coming back.

Spell down by the river?

Come on.

Keep a sharp eye.

Anybody got any water in their canteen?

There's a crossing about two miles up.

Runaway, come here.

Sir.

He has a dispatch for me?

Is yous the General?

I's told ta only gives this ta him personally.

So, what is your message?

Gots it right here,

in da heel.

Where did you get this?

Lady who had these shoes made say

if you move on this info right away,

you's do a death blow to them Rebels.

Who's your source?

How do I know this information is reliable?

Well, sir, she a rich White lady who believe in the Union.

A woman?

Yes, sir. She a good woman, help Black folk like me.

What's her name?

Don't rightly know, sir.

Reckon she was too a'feared ta tell me.

Lord... Get him out of here!

Private, get this man a hot meal and a blanket.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, this intelligence

seems especially detailed and precise.

Which is why I don't trust it, Colonel.

Sir, I don't see how you could not trust it.

Because you don't have the insight I have.

Not your fault, of course.

So, how should I respond to this report.

No response necessary.

This smells like a trap.

I won't lead my men into an ambush.

Sir...

we should at least send out scouts to verify it.

I will not commit troops on the basis of Negro tales

and the fancies of a Southern socialite, Colonel.

Fire!

128, 129,

130,

131,

132...

133,

134 dead blue bellies,

135...

♪ I woke up ♪

♪ In a shiver ♪

♪ I had a dream last night ♪

♪ The world I knew was over ♪

♪ I was dying ♪

♪ In a foxhole ♪

♪ And a smell of war and dust and smoke ♪

♪ Filled my soul ♪

♪ The past is written in blood ♪

♪ By the boot prints ♪

♪ Left in the sand ♪

♪ And now, the future's in the wind ♪

♪ With tomorrow slipping through our hands ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Say a prayer for the ones ♪

♪ Who sacrificed for you ♪

♪ In the red, white and blue ♪

♪ Hear the thunder of the drums ♪

♪ Getting closer to the heart of the truth ♪

♪ Freedom is so easy to lose ♪

♪ That's the story ♪

♪ For the glory ♪

♪ Of red, white and blue ♪

♪ One life ♪

♪ Takes another ♪

♪ As the innocent and guilty ♪

♪ Run for cover ♪

♪ Is it justice? ♪

♪ Is it treason? ♪

♪ Only history will say ♪

♪ Who had the reason ♪

♪ At the end of the fight ♪

♪ In the dawn's early light ♪

♪ Say a prayer for the ones ♪

♪ Who sacrificed for you ♪

♪ In the red, white and blue ♪

♪ Hear the thunder of the drums ♪

♪ Getting closer to the heart of the truth ♪

♪ Freedom is so easy to lose ♪

♪ That's the story ♪

♪ For the glory ♪

♪ Of red, white and blue ♪

♪ And the rockets' red glare ♪

♪ The bombs bursting in air ♪

♪ Gave proof through the night ♪

♪ That our flag was still there ♪

♪ Say a prayer for the ones ♪

♪ Who sacrificed for you ♪

♪ In the red, white and blue ♪

♪ Hear the thunder of the drums ♪

♪ Getting closer to the heart of the truth ♪

♪ Freedom is so easy to lose ♪

♪ That's the story ♪

♪ For the glory ♪

♪ Of red, white and blue ♪

♪ Say a prayer ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ For the red, white and blue ♪