Original subtitles

Previously on The Gray House...

Name and regiment.

Captain William Lounsbury.

Erasmus gave notice.

Talk about that job, please.

Mr. Webster.

I understand you would like to volunteer

to be a courier for us.

Mr. Stokely Reeves vouched for you.

President Davis asked me to inquire,

should the occasional message or document

-need to be passed on... -Anything for the South.

You know how to talk to a man,

and more importantly, you know how to listen to them.

Help us end this war.

My gal Talulah is carrying my baby.

Help me get my baby born safe and healthy here,

and I might could forget what I think I see

and watch your back while you prowlin' round.

We'd like you to deliver a message.

How should I respond to this report?

I will not commit troops on the basis of Negro tales.

♪ 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 ♪

Why, hello, my dear!

♪ Would you like to hear my song? ♪

♪ I'm afraid it's rather long ♪

♪ Of the famous road to Richmond double... ♪

Over 900 Union casualties.

Your house servant didn't get through?

Assuming he made it to the general,

Mose may not have been believed.

We need a competent, able-bodied courier we can trust.

Who McClellan will trust.

-Varina! -Oh, hi!

Hello, Elizabeth.

Now, boys, you stay with Margaret.

Oh.

Oh, dearest.

We've just been informed of our glorious victory

at Ball's Bluff.

Imagine. Jeff said it was a rout.

Nearly 1,000 Yankee dead

and less than fifty for us.

Oh, praise Jesus.

If this trend continues,

there will be no need for our church fundraisers.

God willing, the war will be over soon.

Oh, thank you ever so for your donations.

Dearest Varina, may we impose upon your generosity a bit more

and have Mary Jane help us get all this sorted out?

Of course!

Go on! You heard her!

Mrs. Wise!

-Hi, Varina. -Oh, have you heard the news?

-Come. Meet my daughter-in-law. -Jeff was telling me

it was such a rout. He was saying the whole time...

What is the point of treacherous endeavors

that are not passed on?

We're formulating a new plan.

Act fast. I've noted troop placements, battle positions,

and supply routes.

Mary Jane!

Yes'm. I's coming.

Check the dress lining.

Laurette does seem to be perfect.

That's why I married him.

Oh, heaven help us.

If they reconcile,

Laurette will move back in with us.

We cannot allow that snoop back in our house.

Well, we may have no choice.

Oh.

General Winder,

isn't he in charge of Libby Prison,

where our brave and trustworthy Union officers

are being held?

Who General McClellan surely would respect and believe.

Indeed. We should offer kindness

to all of God's suffering children.

Just as we have been charitable to our Southern wounded...

We must extend Christian compassion to our enemies.

Get your damn hands off me!

I said, get your God damn hands off me!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Order! Ten hut!

Straighten up!

He made disgusting remarks about...

We've had quite enough of your impudence, Captain.

Line up!

While it goes against my grain,

there are two distinguished ladies from the church

who have come to spread the kindness of Jesus.

If any of you dogs step out of line,

it'll be my great pleasure to shoot you.

Be on your best behavior.

Thank you.

Ladies.

Oh. Oh.

I'll be right back.

This surpasses in wretchedness my most vivid imagination.

Here. Here. This may help.

Uh, Mrs. Van Lew,

Miss Elizabeth, you can come on down now.

Uh, gentlemen!

May I present the esteemed Mrs. Eliza Van Lew

and daughter Miss Elizabeth Van Lew,

who proffer Southern hospitality,

although you most certainly do not deserve it.

Ladies, I fear I'm unable to stand.

Nor need you try.

Your name, sir?

Major Paul Revere,

20th Massachusetts.

Listen, children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride...

I'm familiar with the verse about my namesake,

as are the guards here,

although their rendition is a tad more vulgar.

Captain William Lounsbury, ma'am, at your service.

Ah. Captain Lounsbury.

We have been allowed to bestow a few small gifts.

We have bibles.

Thank you, ma'am, but it's hard to find salvation

without some, you know, decent food or water.

We have foreseen your requirements.

We have also baked pies

especially for our valiant servicemen.

Here. Cherry custard?

-Thank you, ma'am. -Mm.

And you, sir, should spend less time being insubordinate

and more time reading the Good Book.

We pray God's holy words

will bring you some measure of comfort.

Thank you, ladies!

Thank you, ma'am.

Ma'am.

I'll take that.

I'll take the Bible as well.

Oh!

A uniquely charming man, Captain Lounsbury.

Appears quite smitten with you.

He was hit on the head.

Dear girl,

one need not be concussed to appreciate your finer qualities.

Oh, Mr. Booth!

When is your next performance?

-My compliments. -Why, thank you.

You draw too much attention.

Precisely. I'm famous.

I can go anywhere and say anything,

which makes me worth 10 spies.

Your family is famous.

An actor of your brother's stature

would know how to appear prudent and discreet.

Edwin's a coward.

Instead of limiting my heroics to the stage,

I act boldly...

in real life, as President Davis requests.

Yes, well,

President Davis rejected your plot to kidnap Lincoln.

Why?

Even if we can't force Lincoln to withdraw troops,

we could trade that despot for our captured comrades.

Davis called your plan bold but ungentlemanly.

That's not how he chooses to fight this war.

Then he's a damn fool.

are entirely McClellan's.

He refuses to take into consideration...

My good friend Timothy Webster.

Don't move. Those men he's with are Pinkerton agents.

Tim's a courier.

Perhaps President Davis has him delivering messages.

Or he's a damned spy.

Ridiculous. He's a loyal friend to the South

and to me.

I shall speak to him.

Evening.

Webster!

Timothy!

Thank you.

Enjoying the company?

Oh, he reeks.

Mm.

But no worse than the rest of you Johnny Rebs.

Those ladies risked their lives for you.

What are you saying?

Think you're worth it?

It's code.

Directions for your escape.

-I don't follow. -Well, with apparently

no effort, you have managed to charm

the lovely Miss Elizabeth Van Lew...

something which, all these years,

I have failed to do.

Change uniforms with him.

-Why are you telling me this? -At nightfall, the sentry

will vacate his post, leaving it unmanned for 10 minutes.

How do you know he'll be gone?

Because I will send for him.

So you can shoot me? What kind of trick is this?

No. I... I need no trick to shoot you, Captain.

I will come for you and let you into the yard,

and then you will walk to the field with haste.

And then what?

May God be with you.

We'll do that first thing this morning.

Captain Lounsbury.

Follow me. Come on.

That rebel prick.

I swear I'm a kill that bastard.

Nothing here, hmm?

Not a God damn thing.

I find it hard to believe

that our own Timothy could be a God damn Yankee traitor.

I only know what my more informed friend.

Chase Morton told me.

Mm-hmm.

Timothy!

We were just looking for you.

Welcome back!

Productive trip up north, I imagine?

Afraid I'm not at liberty to say.

Mm.

That's because he's a spy!

A spy for President Jefferson Davis himself.

Well, I, uh, have to clean up.

Of course. Of course.

Riding in this freezing cold weather takes a toll on a man,

avoiding all them Yankee patrols and all.

Go on, now.

Rest up.

Perhaps he's a double agent,

feeding the Pinkertons false information.

Oh, why don't you find out, John, hmm, one way or the other?

You are an actor.

How hard can it be for a man like you

to follow somebody in disguise, huh?

Act the God damn part.

That's all.

Can someone not stifle that child?

Jeff! Jeff!

Yes?

Jeff, I've gone dry!

Doctor says if we don't find sustenance soon,

our poor William will starve.

Uh, Mrs. Davis,

I'll mix up some goat's milk and some flour.

Come on. Come on, baby.

-Miss Lavinia... -Never put your hands on me!

Yes'm. I's sorry, but I thought you ought to know

that with Governor Wise away at war,

there's a pregnant gal that could be a wet nurse.

What'd I tell you about putting your nose

in other people's business?

-Now, get on with your work! -Yes, ma'am.

I'm at my wits' end, Jeff.

I try to be a good mother. I try.

You are a good mother, and I... I've been letting my work

get in the way of what's most important to me.

Not now. Not now!

What is it, Lavinia?

Sorry, sir. Sorry, Mrs. Davis.

I had an idea.

I's heard about a servant gal. She's about to have a baby.

She's full ripe with milk.

Yes. Go get her. Thank you.

-You're an angel. -Thank you.

All right... it won't be long.

Come on. Mrs. Davis be a-waiting for you.

Talulah, is it?

Yes, ma'am.

Put your eyes in the back of your head

before I knock 'em back!

♪ They call me Hanging Johnny ♪

♪ Away, boys, away ♪

♪ They say I hang for money ♪

Yeah, that's what I like to see.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Mmm.

Oh, these boys of yours, they're so good,

but I got the best one. To the Adela!

The fastest ironclad in the CSA.

Oh, there we go.

We slip through the Yankee blockade

like shit through a goose!

How in the hell do you do that, huh?

That's a secret.

How do you hide such a big ship?

I mean, you can't hide that, surely.

Go on. You can tell me.

-Tell me how you hide it. -Okay.

I want to know.

So you're like a pirate.

-Uh-huh. -You are.

Oh, my God.

I've never been with a pirate before,

but I can't wait to get you upstairs.

You're a lucky girl.

I know. Lucky.

Shut your drunken fucking mouth.

You hear me?

Sailor, beers are on me tonight.

Come on.

Stokely, what do you say? Whiskey?

I said shut your drunken mouth.

-All right. Settle down. -Get up.

All right, now. No need for that.

I want your gun on them, Butch.

Y'all are out late tonight, huh?

Hmm? Isn't it past your curfew?

All right. Get out of here.

Go on.

And look at him now, though, running on back to his boat.

Now, why did you go and do that, hmm?

I wasn't finished with him.

You really got to do all that

to make us know how big you are, hmm?

Yeah. I don't have time for you.

Now, why would you run away like a little bunny rabbit, huh?

Jump back like a little bunny rabbit from...

You need to act now.

Rebel cargo runners escorted by the Adela set sail at dawn.

I'm not sure we have time.

When's it set to return?

It's been reassigned to Mobile to guard more runners to Cuba.

It's tonight or never.

Ma'am.

God!

Booth.

Came to check on you, dear boy.

A fever's... got a grip on me.

I'm, uh...

Best to sweat it out.

Goodnight, my friend.

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ Children ♪

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ The water ♪

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ Children ♪

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ The water ♪

♪ See that band ♪

♪ All dressed in white ♪

♪ God is going to trouble the water ♪

Ha!

♪ The leader looks like the Israelite ♪

Ah!

♪ Trouble the water ♪

♪ See that band ♪

♪ All dressed in red ♪

♪ God is going to trouble the water ♪

♪ It looks like the band that Moses lead ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ ...The water ♪

♪ Mm, wade in the water ♪

♪ Wade in the water ♪

♪ Children wade ♪

♪ In the water ♪

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Please.

♪ God is going to trouble the water ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ God is going to trouble the water ♪

Ah!

♪ Trouble the water ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ The water ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ These waters ♪

♪ God is going to trouble ♪

♪ These waters ♪

No. No. It's... it's all right. It's all right. Stay here.

-All right. -I'll be right back.

Who is it?

Yeah? Yeah? What?

Mr. President,

the Adela is ablaze.

-What? How? -I...

What of our blockade runner?

No. It's safe, sir.

It's under guard at a separate location.

The attack occurred before they loaded the cargo on the ship.

Okay. Good.

Root out the perpetrators.

I want them hanged for all to see!

-Yes, sir. -Message for you, General.

The cargo was lost.

There was explosion at the warehouse,

and six guards were killed.

We are besieged!

Richmond is infested with traitors and spies!

I want this city locked down.

I want arrests made!

Enforce the curfew!

Go on! Find the bastards!

-Yes, Mr. President. -What of our courier, Webster?

I have Stokely watching him, sir.

Good.

Damn it!

How'd it go with Jefferson?

A Yankee attack.

How do you think, huh?

Where's Webster?

He hasn't left his room.

I've been here all evening.

Manager says he left.

Well, of course,

to sabotage our blockade runner.

No. That was hours ago.

I followed him around and back to his room.

I... I spoke with him.

I did everything but tuck him in.

Why don't y'all check again?

Go on, bright boy. Check again.

Hold on, now.

Y'all take him some coffee.

That might wake him up a little, you know?

Oh, God.

-He's not there! -Oh, he's not. Damn right.

In that case, here's what you're going to do.

You're going to sit your ass in that chair, like that.

That way, you can see who comes and who goes, huh?

Come on, Pike.

It's a complete delineation

of Richmond's defenses. I...

The level of detail is really quite extraordinary.

Why not just sweep over the ridge?

Difficult terrain limits the use of artillery and cavalry.

My brother and I used to play up there.

I know it well.

It's too rough to get over. Much quicker to go around.

So as McClellan establishes a base,

you're suggesting that Hooker's 3rd Corps

strike the Rebels' northern flank.

Yes, while Mansfield's 12th Corps,

the Second, Fifth, and Ninth Corps

attack from the east.

The river will serve as a defensive moat

against counterattacks, and once past that,

our federal forces should take Richmond

with minimal resistance.

Huh.

Did you, uh, you figure all this out by yourself?

Of course not. I discussed it with Mother.

Well, if McClellan had listened to you in the first place,

he could have taken Richmond with a marching band.

My prayer is, he'll listen to you.

I apologize for the accommodations,

but for now, you must remain hidden.

Will you, uh...

Goodnight, Captain Lounsbury.

Goodnight.

What's going on?

Here. Look.

-Good God. He's bleeding out. -Clara!

We got to get him to Sadie's fast.

-Sadie's? -My healer.

-Katey, what are you doing... -I'm... I want to help!

Stop the bleeding best you can. Hurry.

Shockoe Bottom.

Breathe.

Ah!

Katey, I've laudanum in the hotel room!

-I can get it! Where is it? -My top dresser drawer.

Grab my cloak.

It'll make you less conspicuous.

Settle down. Breathe.

I'll be right back! You hold on, Webster!

Take care of the gun.

It belonged to my father.

I will.

♪ Oh God ♪

♪ He made the moon ♪

♪ But you're the one that hung it ♪

♪ And put your picture on it ♪

♪ Oh fire ♪

♪ It's burning blue ♪

♪ A match might have spread it ♪

♪ But you're the one that fed it ♪

♪ No I don't regret it ♪

♪ Damn right I said it ♪

♪ Ain't no ford I wouldn't take ♪

♪ To come out smelling like a rose ♪

♪ Ain't no hell I wouldn't face ♪

♪ To breathe you in like a hickory smoke ♪

♪ I've gone home in a pocketbook ♪

♪ 'Cause loving you comes with a price ♪

♪ You're my dead-end red dirt road ♪

♪ Oh and I'm living ♪

♪ For the ride ♪

♪ And I'm living for the ride ♪

Ooh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh, I know.

Oh, shh, shh, shh, shh. All right.

You hush.

Oh! Oh.

Jericho!

Jericho!

Laudanum. Laudanum. Laudanum. Laudanum.

Yay.

What the... Laudanum.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Spread out.

Thank you. All right.

Shh! Shh! Shh!

Hands up! Oh!

-Come here! -Ah!

Here!

Get over here!

Ah! Ah!

Lord Satan curses you!

Ah!

Come on.

Look at you, huh?

Devil witch put a curse on you alright.

Get out of here. Go find that bitch.

Right.

-Clara. -Katey, stay back!

Let go of me!

Katey!

Ah! Ah! Ah!

I got you, girl!

Get back here, you harlot!

Caphart, where'd you go?

Find Clara? You find her yet?

They killed Caphart.

Oh, God damn it.

Clara!

Two of my best men are dead!

Somebody's going to pay for this shit!

Come on, now.

I'm unarmed.

Y'all tell me who killed Caphart.

Ah!

Only way you're going to save yourself is to talk to me.

So...

so it's you, little baby whore, hmm?

Yeah.

Jumping around the barn like a little bunny rabbit.

Where's Clara, hmm?

Where is she?

There is no way

you can escape from here

without what you got coming to you.

I can save you.

All you need to do

is tell me who you work for.

Ready? Push!

Push. Yes. Yes.

You did it. You did it.

It ain't breathing.

Poor thing's gone to glory.

I'm sorry.

No. That's not...

He's dead.

No, it's not!

No, it's not. No.

-No! Let me just hold my baby! -No, no, no, no.

Let me just hold my baby!

Please! Please, Miss Lavinia!

Let me hold it! Please, Miss Lavinia!

No! My baby just needs his mama!

You need to rest, you need to rest.

He needs his mama!

You just lay down and rest.

Oh, God!

Please, stay vigilant.

I will.

Mr. President, the court has found Timothy Webster

guilty as charged...

but you need to sign the order.

Oh, Lincoln's threatened to retaliate

if we proceed with the execution.

Jeff, I can't tell you

how embarrassed and mortified I am about all this.

Ah, General Winder feels the same, as do I.

We were all fooled.

Hell with Lincoln.

Hang the bastard.

Uh, take this down.

Ready?

I, Jefferson Davis,

president of the Confederate States of America,

do hereby issue this proclamation,

that all citizens or denizens

of the hostile nation

and adhering to that northern government

but still remain within these Confederate States...

may be guilty of treason

and shall be apprehended

as alien enemies.

And anyone considered an alien enemy

will be dealt with as a prisoner of war...

Or hanged as a spy.

No Bible going to save him.

No words from God are going to help you now.

Traitors rot down there.

Ah. Now, it looks like we got to hang him again!

Get him back up there!

Come on! Hurry up now, boys!

Get him up there!

We got more of a show, huh?

I suffer a double death.

Ah!

♪ Look into the eyes ♪

♪ Of the darkest mist ♪

♪ Death is cold ♪

♪ Like a winter's kiss ♪

♪ He'll set your skin against the sharp steel ♪

♪ Of his wrist ♪

♪ They're drifting out to the abyss ♪

♪ There's a guiding light ♪

♪ That's enticed into your soul ♪

♪ The reaper asks ♪

♪ Don't you want to go? ♪

♪ Appearing as the wolf ♪

♪ Posing in sheep's clothes ♪

♪ It's too late now ♪

♪ As they start to row ♪

♪ There they go ♪

♪ On the devil's boat ♪

♪ Floating slow, going away ♪

♪ There they go ♪

♪ On the devil's boat ♪

♪ He's stacking souls for the judgment day ♪

♪ For the judgment day ♪

♪ Oh there they go ♪

♪ On the devil's boat ♪

♪ Floating slow, going away ♪

♪ There they go ♪

♪ On the devil's boat ♪

♪ He's stacking souls for the judgment day ♪

♪ For the judgment day ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ For the judgment day ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh ♪