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Directed by: Philip John Written by: Matthew B. Roberts First aired on June 4, 2016 The episode starts off with what looks like a World War II military vehicle splashing through puddles. Then we see Claire (Caigriona Balfe) and Jamie (Sam Heughan) on horseback with a bunch of men and a few women walking carrying various weapons, sythes and pitch forks. CLAIR VO: "We left Beaufort Castle 100 strong and traveled toward Crieff to join forces with Murtagh and the Lallybroch Frasers. But our numbers dwindled along the way. Many who resented being ordered by Lord Lovat from their families and farms deserted our ranks. We'd sent young Simon to persuade them to return with a promise of land when the war was over. It gave them something to fight for, to die for. If it went according to plan, all would meet up in Perth to join the Prince's army." They see Murtagh (Duncan Lacroix) who approaches saying, "Pardon me if I forego the wee jig I had planned in honor of your arrival. I woulda been gey pleased to foot it out five days ago." Jamie says, "Aye, aye. It took us longer than foreseen to come through Crianlarich. Made me long for the days of raiding cattle." "I dinna think you could talk that old bastard out of a loaf of bread, let alone men. No' much to look at are they?" Murtagh remarked. Claire explains, "Apparently Lovat kept his best men back at Beauly. So you two have your work cut out for you." "We need to keep a watch. 30-odd tried to desert near Kingussie. Wee Simon's gone to bring them back into the fold." Murtagh asks, "Oh, the younger's with us?" "Aye. No wi' his father's blessing. Lord Lovat remains neutral." "Yeah, that's the weasle I ken well." A man approaches them with drinks. "Wee drink to warm ye up." Fergus (Romann Berrux) sees them and excitedly runs over yelling, "Milady, Milord!" Claire gives him a big hug. Jamie says, "Ye look fit. Murtagh's been looking after you well then." "No, no, no, no. It's been horrible! He forced me to mend his socks, and to fetch his meals." Murtagh defends himself, "Hey, just trying to educate the lad in the finer points of traveling in the Highlands." Claire breaks this up, hugs Fergus and says, "All right children." They walk off together. There is some beautiful music and Gaelic singing It's morning and Claire, smiling broadly, and Jamie emerge from the upper floor of a rustic building and descend the stairway. Claire says, "I'll have a word with the ladies, try and get them to make as many bannocks as possible today." They come across Murtagh, Angus (Steven Walters) and Rupert (Grant O'Rourke) walking towards them. Angus says, "Mistress Claire, I've washed my mouth out with whisky in preparation for a big buss from you, eh?" He's making a kissing face and pointing to his mouth. "Good to see some things haven't changed." She walks up to him, grabs his chin to turn it so she can give him a big kiss on his cheek. Then it's Rupert's turn. "It's been o'er long Claire." She hugs him but he grabs her by the waist and lifts her up. "Indeed it has, Rupert." Angus solumnly shakes Jamie's hand. Then Claire asks, "Well, where's Willie?" Rupert and Angus are looking very sad. Claire states, "Something happened." Jamie comes to put his arm around her bracing for bad news. Murtagh tells them to tell them. Rupert speaks first. "The lad ... he went and got himself married. To an Irish lass. Sailed off to America with the bride's family." Angus' turn, "Ye'll no mention that traitorous bastard's name again." Claire sets them straight, "You know, marriage could do you all some good." Jamie smiles at her in agreement. But Murtagh, Angus, and Rupert look very disgusted. Then Dougal (Graham McTavish) approaches saying, "Ye no welcome for your beloved uncle?" Jamie smiles broadly and walks towards him. "Ye look well lad, despite the misfortunes ye suffered." Then Dougal walks over to Claire and Jamie, getting the insult, states "I've never felt more fit". "Ah, and the Lady Broch Tuarach. A vision of true lovliness." "Well, it wouldn't be Scotland without you, Dougal." Jamie asks, "Column change his mind then? Send Clan MacKenzie to join the cause?" "Colum's mind is his own. It's no concern of mine. We are here to pledge our hearts and swords to the glorious cause." Claire asks, "What, just the three of you?" "Ye didna questions the lads' strength in numbers when they stormed Wentworth Prison in the very teeth of over 200 Redcoats." Angus corrects, "400 actually." Rupert says, "More likely five". "Oh lad, when I heard you'd joined the Jacobite cause, I was so proud. It was as if my own son was taking his first steps as a man. Now I know you and I have had our differences in the past, but I have been waiting for the day when we would be fighting together on the same side. It is our time, for glory, for Scotland." Jamie's looking unconfortable, but says, "Then I welcome your heart, and your sword, all of ye. It's sorely needed. Ye can aid me in training the other men." Dougle says, "It should be a simple enough matter. They've showed their worth just by joining. Their hearts are larger and stronger than 10 Redcoats." "That may be so, but they're no ready for combat as they stand." "There's plenty of time to teach that on the march." "No, they dinna march. They walk, stroll, caper about, but they dinna march. They'll need to learn before they join the Prince's army. They're still just cotters, taxmen, smiths. Most havena even held a weapon much less used one in a fight. Now, this is good ground on which to train upon. So, I've decided to stay here, for a time." "Your mind's set then?" "Aye. Tis." Murtagh says, "Good to see ye lookin' so braw, Dougal." "All right. We'll make a fine group of Highland soldiers. No time to waste." He, Angus and Rupert walk off. A while later Murtagh is talking to the men. "James Fraser taught me these drills himself. And believe me, I am going to teach them to you. And you are going to learn them. Now. Form lines. Two. When you hear this (he signals the bagpipers). Two lines, one directly next to the other. Here. Put your toes there. Get in line. Kincaid, move your ass! Do you think the enemy is going to flutter away waiting for you to gather?" Kincaid (Gregor Firth) asks, "And when do we get proper weapons?" "First, ye learn where to stand, then ye learn how to move. And if you can manage the particulars of that, we'll put a sword in your hand and teach you to kill the Redcoats. But until then, FORM UP! WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT BASTARD?" "When you hear this (more bagpipes) you will face LEFT. FACE LEFT. YOUR OWN LEFT! WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? HAVE YOU GOT SHANK IN YOUR EARS?" Claire's having a flashback of her military experience with some commander yelling at his troops just like Murtagh is doing. Later, Fergus is playing shinty with Ross and Kincaid in a field and she has another flashback of seeing soldiers playing baseball. "Fergus. Fergus." She grabs him and pulls him away with her. Ross says, "There's no need to get riled Mistress Claire." Claire to Fergus, "I asked you to get water for Milord, did I not?" "Yes, but I was just..." "I don't care. Just come with me." What follows is a montage of training. Jamie says, "Remember, these are well trained, disciplined soldiers." Murtagh has a group he's tring to get to follow him. "Come here. Come here." Slap. Dougal is also helping with the training. "Scottish broadsword. Aim for the shoulders if ye'r trying to take his head off. Like that. Jamie says, "Even every highly trained soldier has a weakness..." The women are also helping to get ready for battle. Jamie is sitting by a camp fire and Dougal approaches. "The men are coming along nicely. We should push on. Join the Prince with due haste." Murtagh comes up and mutters under his breath, "Ah, Christ." Dougal looks miffed. "We must make a show of our allegience." Murtagh disagrees. "I dunno know who ye're surveying, but if we meet the British now you can count on one of two things: we get butchered in a field or have our neck stretched." "Jamie, ye have the Prince's ear, no?" "I ken Charles Stuart well enough." "Aye, good, because more clans are joining our cause every day, and their leaders are jockying for position in his inner council." "There are more pressing concerns than worrying about securing a seat at the Prince's table. I'll no send these cotters into battle until they're well trained and disciplined." Claire walks up to the food tent and sees a man spit out his food in distaste. She flashes back to a similar scene from her time, with two American soldiers complaining about their food. One of them says, "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" Claire says, "It's not exactly Delmonico steak is it?" "Ma'am?" "Well, that's what we think you Yanks have for chow everyday. Giant steaks, baked potatoes browned in butter, tomatoes the size of cricket balls, and vats and vats of chocolate ice cream." The other soldier says, "Don't I wish." The Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ (JHRC) soldier says, "We just get K-rations pretending to be real food. We call it 'shit on a shingle' ... sorry ma'am." "That's quite all right. I'm Claire Randall, by the way," and reaches out to shake his hand. The JHRC soldier says, "Corporal Caleb Grant (Billy Griffin Jr.) and that's Private Max Lucas (Tyler Collins)." Lucas stretches out to shake her hand too." "Nice to meet you." She notices an AIRBORNE patch on Grant's shirt. "Airborne. Separated from your unit?" Lucas answers her, "Yes, ma'am. Ever since D-Day." "There's quite a lot of that going around. Where are you both from?" Private Lucas says he's from "Texarkana, Arkansas," and Corporal Grant says he's from "Yonkers, New York". "What about you?" "Well, I'm from ... well, all over really. I'm not sure where home is, to be honest. Anywhere but here, that's for sure." Lucas says, "Ma'am, can I ask you a question? What kind of food is this trying to be?" He holds up his fork questioningly. "Well, that, Private Lucas, is trying to be black pudding, though it's what you'd probably call sausage." Grant asks, "Then what do you call what we call pudding?" "Pudding. 'The British and the Americans, two people separated by a common language'." Lucas recognizes the quote, "George Bernard Shaw." "That's right." "My Mama's Irish. She said he's one of the great Irish writers of all time. Pop says he's a Communist." Later Claire is sitting before a fire in a hearth hanging her head down. Jamie walks in and ask, "You all right lass? You've been very quiet these past few days." "I'm fine. It's just so much to do, to prepare for." "Aye." Jamie walks over to her and kisses the top of her head. He takes off his 'Je Suis Pres' pin and she picks it up, staring at it. She flashes back to the AIRBORNE pin on Grant's shirt. "Je suis prest. I am ready." "I'm sorry." "Sorry?" "Sorry for bringing you here. ... I want you to know, whatever happens, we're gonna get through this. I'll make sure you're safe." "I'm fine, Jamie. Really." It's morning and Murtagh is drilling the troops. "About face. TOGETHER. By the left! Quick, march. ... Halt. Halt. About face! Together you clots, together! By the left, Quick, march!" Jamie tells them to "Halt! Now. Foolishness and games. It's what you're thinkin'. No reason to, to learn to ponce and strut about like the Redcoats. (Giggles) We're Scotsmen! We're brave. We're strong. We have God on our side, so why should we waste time with all this sheit! Aye. I was like minded. Then I went to France and I became a soldier. I saw what a modern, well-trained army can do. Oh, it's a pretty sight at first. See them all marching together in the neat rows and columns, music playing, banners waving. So pretty, ye want to smile. My lot too, the first day. ... Then they fire the first volley. First you see the flash of metal in the sun. Together, as one, an entire line of men raise their muskets, aim, and let loose. The musket balls come tearing across the field like a sheet of metal rain, cutting down men left and right without mercy. The sound of gun fire, rolling thunder across the hills. By the time the last of it fades, the second volley is already on it's way. I realized it takes more than courage to beat an army like that. It takes discipline. It takes a well-trained soldier. An army of soldiers. Now if we have the discipline to stand together, to march together, to fight together, then by God, I ken we WILL win, together! %gaelic%" All of a sudden five kilted, shirtless, mud-smeared men come running at them with swords, yelling. It's Dougal and his men. Jamie's men start to run away and he and Murtagh are telling to stand, hold. Dougal grabs their attention by yelling, "That's how you beat the Readcoats, Hey. With a Highland charge! Ye take them by surprise. And ye put terror in their hearts." Murtagh yells, "Get back in line, back in line now!" Angus yells, "With only five of us!" Rupert adds, "Aye, imagine a thousand of us, screaming, descending on the pretty Redcoats all lined up in a row." (men chuckling) Angus says, "They'll run like chickens." Jamie, frowning, says, "We'd need surprise for the charge to work. I doubt we'll be that lucky. ... Dismissed, all of ye." Murtagh yells, "DISMISSED! MOVE IT! Bloody sheep." "A word with ye, uncle." "Listen lad, I ken ye're tryin' to do what ye think is best. But I was teaching men to fight while ye were still suckin' on ye'r mother's teit. God rest her. So, I think I know a wee bit more about this than ye do." "No, no ye don't. I ken what these men will face. And I know how to prepare them for it. And you don't. These are my men, my clan. They'll answer to me and noone else." "What exactly is it ye're trying to say, lad?" "I've been tolerant with ye before now, because I respect ye, because ye're my uncle. But if you choose to fight with Clan Fraser, then ye'll respect my orders, without objection. If ye canna abide by these terms, then take yer men and be on yer way." Dougle looks almost like he's being strangled, then says, "As ye say," and walks off. Claire is adding something to a pot hanging above a fire. Dougal walks up to her and sits down on a stool. "I've been giving some thought to Jamie's situation. He's struggling. Needs help. But you know Jamie. He's too proud to ask. What if you spoke to him, made him realize that I can help if only he'll let me." "Why would I do that?" "Because of our agreement, the one we made in the cave at Glen Rowen Cross. I'll wager ye never told him about that, did ye? About my generous offer to ye, to look after ye, as ye'r husband, and ye'r promise to me, to be my bride if he died." "My husband and I share EVERYTHING. He knows about your OFFER, and he knows why I was forced to make the decision I did." "And he took no issue with it?" "None." "Well, he is a better man than I." "Truer words have never been spoken." "I can see that ye still bear a grudge." "Let's get one thing clear, Dougal MacKenzie. If I ever thought of you, then I might hold a grudge for all the things that you've done to me. But I don't. And why? Because of your affliction. Your inability to be selfless. Because you suffer from narcissism. If you don't know what that is, then let me tell you. The term comes from Greek mythology. Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection in a pool of water, and died rather than pull himself away to eat. Your ego, your self-gratification drive your desires. You want King James restored to the throne, but not for Scotland, for your own selfishness. So please stop trying to convince everyone of your patriotism. It's tedious. I'm not sure you'll grasp the meaning of this either, but I'll try my damnedest. Fuck yourself!" "Well, all right then, Claire. Perhaps ye're right about me. I do, I do love my reflection, but make no mistake lass, I love Scotland more. And I would give everything, EVERYTHING I have, or ever will have, including my life, to see a Stuart back on the throne." More troop training ensues. Murtagh says, "I am starting to feel proud! ... Fire! Reload! ... They canna seem to grasp how to load properly." Jamie says, "Aye, a British trooper can get off three shots in a minute. We must teach 'em to be better. Go again! Have ye noticed Claire's been out of sorts lately? One day she seems fine, in good spirits, and the next there's barely any life in her. I canna figure it out." "I can see she's no bein' herself. Claire doesna usually beat around the bush. She speaks her mind whether ye want to hear it or not." "I asked. She claims she's 'fine'." "It's gonna take a bit more than askin' to pry it out of her." Back to work. Jamie goes one way, "Come on you two" ... Murtagh continues with his men, "Take aim! Fire!" Angus is examining his mud-caked foot. Rupert comments, "Got something growing between yer toes there." "Nay, just everyday filth." Claire notices this conversation and comes over. She grabs Angus' foot, looking it over. "This is unacceptable. You could easily get trenchfoot. If you intend to use these feet to march then you need to take better care of them." "Well, I'll bear it." "Bear it? Trenchfoot can lead to gangrene, which can lead to amputation. I've seen it happen. Are you completely idiotic? Is that what you want? That's a rhetorical question. ... Take off your other boot! TAKE IT OFF!" "Whoa, now come on it's just (sniffing his sock and laughing)..." Claire flashes back to teaching a class to soldiers in her time about properly caring for their feet. "And so, in summation, you're to dry your boots, don't go to sleep in your socks, if your feet begin to swell, then coat them in foot powder and let them air dry. Move your legs, wiggle your toes, anything to get the blood flowing. Are you listening?" She snaps back to Angus laughing and Rupert looking confused by her, then she snaps, "Did you hear what I fucking said?" She catches herself and walks out with Angus yelling after her, "I heard ye!" Outside she's looking unsettled, hearing the sounds of combat training, remembering combat from her time as a field nurse. Rupert, Angus, Murtagh and some other men are sitting around a fire drinking. Rupert is telling a story, "So she says to me, 'Oh, ye'll be expecting me to open me legs.' I says, 'No, I'll just kick you on the pot like everyone else.'" Dougal approaches them with some men in tow. "Easy lads, it's just a pack of new recruits." Jamie asks, "How do ten men just walk into the camp without so much as a challenge from the sentries?" Dougle answers, "I just smiled and waved and they let me pass." "Who's on watch?" Jamie asks, and Murtagh answers, "Ross and Kincaid." "Bring them to me. Post new guards in their place." Dougal says, "Jamie, did you no hear? I brought volunteers for our cause." "Volunteers? Here of your own free will, are ye? ... Prepared to bleed, are ye? Prepared to leave your families and your homes for months, maybe years. This isna a war where ye risk no more than ye'r lives in battle. No, no this is treason. If we fail, then all those who support the Stuart are likely to end up on the scaffold." Dougle says, "They're true Scots, every man, prepared to fight and die for their true king." "I much prefer that they fight and live for their king. I'm James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Frazer. I command this army. If ye do not wish to be here, then it is my order that you leave here and return to yer homes. None will think less of ye and no harm will follow. (all of the new men leave) The rest of you are dismissed." Ruppert mumbles under his breath, "Oh the rest of us he says...", but they all walk out leaving just Dougal looking angry. "I thought ye agreed to follow orders." "Hum, when did ye order me not to recruit new men? We must conscript as we travel. We need every able-bodied man in Scotland if we are to win this war." "I'll not reave another clan's men. I'll not force a man to risk dying for something he doesna believe in." "You and I can make them believe." "No, we cannot. Half of Lovat's men already deserted at the first opportunity. A man that fights for his own beliefs is worth ten that are forced to fight for someone else's." "What fine words. Ye know, all I hear is talk, and talk, and more talk about fighting, and war, and being a soldier. But I don't see any action." "That's because they're no ready for action. They need more training." "Oh, what a braw job ye're doing of that. I just led 10 armed men into your camp." "True, ye did. And it'll no happen again." "And what's to prevent it?" "You are. You and yer men are now in charge of sentry duty for the entire encampment. And that IS an order." "Done." "Get in there. Go on then, get in there." Murtagh led Ross and Kincaid to Jamie. "You put the entire encampment in jeopardy." "But we need more men." "And ye'll be punished for your carelessness in the morning. Until then, ye're relieved of your duty and under arrest. Post a guard over them for the night." The next morning Jamie addresses all of the men. "I canna abide carelessness. Ross and Kincaid were neglect in their duties allowing 10 strangers into the camp last night. For that they will receive 6 lashes apiece. Murtagh..." Ross walks up, takes off his shirt, and bends over a wheel and takes his punishment, grunting with each stroke. Claire looks very uncomfortable and walks away. Later, Claire is walking through the encampment carrying a basket. Muskets are being fired and she's flinching with each shot. Finally she drops the basket and walks fast for cover behind a cart full of hay. She starts having a flashback... She's in a jeep with a driver and the two Americans she met in the mess hall. "Appreciate you letting us hitch a ride, Ma'am." It's Corporal Grant. Private Lucas is sitting next to him on the back seat. Claire says, "I just hope you find the rest of your unit. The food at our field hospital makes that chow hall look like a banquet." They are hit with fire and there's a loud explosion. Claire and Grant are thrown from the jeep, and Lucas is a ways away yelling, "Please O' Lord, help me. Help me!" Claire rolls over, "Corporal?" He motions to be quiet. "Help me! Help me!" sobbing. "Where's Private Lucas?" "Other side of the road somewhere." A German vehicle approaches. "But we just can't leave him there." "I know. But they'll see us as soon as the Kraut cross the road." "Then I'll go. I'm a woman and they won't be able to stop me." "You won't get five yards!" In the distance, "Oh God, help me!" "I can see the Krauts on the left. I can circle around to the right. See if I can find a way across. Stay put! I'll be back for you." "OK." He climbs out of the ditch they were in, starts running, is spotted by the Germans, and shot. There was another loud explosion and you can hear Private Lucas sobbing, "Oh please! Mama!" Claire is hunkered down with her hands over her ears. "Shut up!" "Mama!" and another loud shot. Claire is still laying in the same position the next morning when some Americans approach her. "Ma'am, you OK?" Another soldier approaches and asks, "What the hell are you doing down here all alone? You OK? Ma'am..." "Mo nighean donn? Claire!" It's Jamie, and Claire is laying on the grass with her hands over her ears, sobbing. Clearly she has PTSD. He wraps her in his arms comforting her. Later, "There's nothing ye could ha done." "I should have tried to get him." "If you had, you would be dead. Just like the soldier, the Corporal." "I know that, because I told myself the same thing right after it happened. Then I just closed the door on that night. Walked away, and I haven't looked back ever since. Until now. Now I look at Ross and Kincaid, and all the others, being turned into soldiers, being trained. Putting up a brave front. All I can hear is Max Lucas crying out for his mother in the dead of night. And for two years I've tried to stop this war from coming. And now that it's here, I'm not sure I'm ready to go to war again." "Ye don't have to. Ye've fought your war. We'll fight this one without you. I'll have Ross and Fergus take ye home to Lallybroch." "No!" "Claire!" "I can't do that either. Listen to me. If I, if I go back it will just be like lying in that ditch again. Helpless, and powerless to move, like a Dragonfly in Amber. Except this time it will be worse. Because I'll know that the people out there dying alone are people I know. People I love. I can't do that Jamie. I won't lie in that ditch again. I can't be helpless and alone ever again. Do you hear me?" "I hear ye. I promise, whatever happens, ye'll never be alone again." "I'm going to hold you to that James Fraser." "Ye have my word, Claire Fraser." He kisses her tenderly on the forehead, and then her lips. Jamie is relieving himself and is attacked from behind by a young boy with a knife. Jamie wrestles the knife from him and breaks his arm in the process. The lad groans in pain. Jamie drags him inside and up against the wall, holding the knife in front of his eyes. Murtagh observes, "He's just a bairn." The boy corrects, "I'm sixteen." "Sixteen or sixty, he just made a very credible attempt at cutting my throat." Jamie closes the knife and tosses it on the table. Murtagh interrogates him. "Who are ye laddie, and why are ye creeping around at night?" He sees a note the boy's carrying, "Addressed to a British officer. He's a spy." "I'm no spy! I saw the light of your fires, and when I came to investigate, I recognized you as Red Jamie, the unprincipled and traitorous rebel!" "Not a spy, but conveying with a British officer. Who do you march with?" He drags him over by the fire and notices him clutching his broken arm. Huh, is your arm broken? I thought I heard something snap." He grabs his arm and the boy yells. "I'm quite prepared to die." "Is that so? Well, I'm afraid I'm not prepared to kill ye. Just yet." He pulls out HIS knife and puts the tip in the fire. "Who do you march with. I want their number. And direction of travel." He pulls the knife out and blows on it. "There's nothing you can do that will make me talk." Jamie holds the hot knife up close to his face. Claire jumps in yelling, "Scotish barbarian! Leave him alone you, you sadist. I resisted your advances earlier, but if you let the boy go free, then I will surrender myself to you. You pig!" Jamie is catching on. "You may be indifferent to your own welfare, but perhaps you have some concern for this English lady's honor." Jamie grabs Claire in a bear hug. "Let her go!" "I could, or I could ravish her right before your eyes!" He's hiking her skirts up. "And then, and then give her to my men to do with what they will." He bites her neck and she kicks him in the groin." They're both struggling making a good show of it. "All right! Release the lady and I'll tell you whatever you wish!" "Good. Hold her." He kisses her lips savagely and she pulls her mouth away. "Til the boy answers my questions." "My name is William Grey, second son to Vicount Melton (Oscar Kennedy)." Murtagh asks, "And what of the troops ye're with?" "Two hundred infantry traveling to Dunbar to join General Cope's army. And I'll warn you. We have heavy armament. Sixteen carriage mounted cannon, mortars and muskets, in the company of 30 cavalry." "I'm much obliged for the warning. Where are these men you speak of presently?" William hesitates, so Claire starts struggling and it works. "In camps some three miles to the west." "Take this man in the direction he says the camp lies. If the information he gave us proves true, tie him to a tree one mile from the camp. His friends will find him there, tomorrow. If what he told us is not true, then cut his throat." Ross says, "Gladly." Jamie holds the boy's knife up to William Grey's face, says, "I give you yer life," closes it, and sticks it in his belt, then says, "I hope you use it well." Ross and Kincaid start to lead him away, but he turns and says, "I owe you my life. I should greatly prefer not to, but since you've forced the gift upon me, I must regard it as a debt of honor. I should hope to discharge that debt in the future, and once it is discharged, I will kill you." "Then I must hope, sir, that we do not meet again." Jamie bows to him. "A Grey does not forget an obligation, sir." Kincaid and Ross lead him out. Outside, Murtagh asks, "Who was on watch?" Dougal admits, "My men," and steps forward. "I canna let the guilty go unpunished. Dougal's men let the boy get through their lines. We canna continue with this carelessness! Not from anyone." Dougal takes off his hat and hands it to Rupert, and starts to take off his jacket to take his punishment. But Jamie surprises him, "That includes me." Now Jamie is taking off his stock, jacket, vest and shirt. "What are you doin' lad?" "It was our unshielded fires that drew the lad to us." "Jamie..." "Murtagh, if ye'll oblige me." "Six lashes for our unshielded fires. A dozen more for my carelessness. After that, we'll take care of those British troops Master Grey so kindly warned us about." He turns his back to the group and Murtagh obliges him with his belt. Later, Jamie is sitting down with some of his men, all blackening their faces. Dougal approaches with Angus and Rupert, clearly thinking they're part of the raid. "What are ye plannin?" "To slip into the British camp and see what trouble we can make." "A braw idea." "Not you. Ye'll remain here. Sentry duity. We still have a camp to protect." Flabergasted, "I stay behind, like some wretched..." "Like some wretched soldier that's been given an order by his commander. Aye. That's exactly what ye'll do." "Aye, then that's what I'll do. Good luck to ye." He, Angus and Ruppert leave. At the British camp, the Highlanders sneak in, quietly take out some guards, and pry the cotter pins out of the wagon wheels. Then they remove the wheels, pile them up and burn them, all under the Redcoats' noses. Jamie charges into his and Claire's bedroom and says, "Awake are ye?" Claire confirms, "I am now. How's your back?" "Ah, nae bother," then he tosses all of the wagon wheel pins on the bed. "What are these?" Grinning wildly, he climbs on the bed and tells her, "Trophies of war." She sees his blackened face and says, "Christ Jamie." "Dinna have time to wash," and then he kisses her sweetly. "Where have you been?" "Commando raid. Commando? Is that the right word?" "Yes.... You went to the British camp! Did yo go by yourself?" "No, couldna leave my men out of all the fun, could I? We had a very profitable night. Cotter pins from the cannon carriages. Couldna take the cannon, but they'll no go far, with no wheels." "Couldn't they fashion another cotter pin from something else?" "Aye, they could. But the hell of a lot of good it will do them if they canna find wheels to put them in. (he kisses her) Our success tonight was because of your selflessness Claire. You led the lad to confess his camp's location. It will save lives! Because the hell of a lot of good sixteen gallopers will do General Cope stuck out in the woods." He kisses her again passionately, pushing her down on the bed." "You should get dressed." "That's not what I expected you to say." Kissing some more, "As much as I want ye Sassenach, we best be off. The British camp will be waking soon." He reluctantly climbs off the bed and leaves. Jamie and Claire are mounted leading the men. Fergus is with them too. Beautiful music is playing, and we see they're approaching another encampment. Jamie halts the procession and calls "Dougal MacKenzie". Dougal rides up. Jamie tells him, "Do the honor, ride ahead and announce our presence to His Royal Highness, Prince Charles Edward Stuart." Dougal is smiling broadly. "As ye say." Claire and Jamie are looking at each other meaningfully. "No turning back, Sassenach." "I should say not. Je suis prest!" Take the Episode Quiz Recap by Mary Girven