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Directed by: Philip John Written by: Ira Steven Behr First aired on June 11, 2016 Claire (Caitriona Balfe) comes across a dead and rotting Highlander complete with maggots and bugs coming out of crevices. I guess this is to remind us of how ugly war is. CLAIRE VO: "How many men had I seen killed in war? This Highlander who had run afoul of a redcoat patrol was only the latest one. The rebellion Jamie and I had labored so hard to prevent was upon us. Our only hope was that somehow we could change the outcome. I feared in my heart that history would not be rewritten. That no matter how many battles we might win, victory would remain forever out of reach. Jamie (Sam Heughan) is impatient. "Claire, how long do you need to take a simple pish?" "I'll be right there." CLAIRE VO: How many men had I seen killed in war? Far, far too many." Claire picks up the dead man's weapon. Quartermaster John O'Sullivan (Gerard Horan) points out, "There, sir. Right there is your enemy. Yet we do nothing but sit here and twiddle our thumbs." Prince Charles Stuart (Andrew Gower) asks, "And what would you have the Lord General do, John? Pardon me, Quartermaster O'Sullivan." John says, "Well, attack, damn it. Pardon me, Your Highness, but--but for the life of me, I cannot understand why General Murray insists we waste our time in dilly-dally." Lord General George Murray (Julian Wadham) counters, "I rushed the army here to ensure our possession of the high ground. And now you wish us to abandon such a strong defensive position and attack the enemy in force?" The Quartermaster confirms, "Indeed I do, sir. Time, sir. Time is of the essence. We must not tarry, Your Majesty. We must strike and strike hard." Jamie jumps in, "May I remind the Quartermaster any attacking force will have to cross here, through Tranent Meadows. Though "meadow" is a fancy name for the bog that lies between us and the enemy." The Quartermaster scoffs. "Since when did a Scotsman shy away from a bit of mud, huh? Especially when there's an enemy waiting on the other side." Jamie counters, "Since when does an Irish-born officer dismiss the dangers of boggy ground to an infantry attack?" The Lord General is thankful to have Jamie's support. "Well, thank God. A sane voice, at last. Can you imagine, Sire? Your army wallowing helplessly while under a withering volley from the British Brown Bess musket? A weapon deadly at 50 yards and accurate up to 100." Jamie adds, "Cavalry could prove useful to our needs. Both to test the ground and to report on the enemy position." Andrew MacDonald (Jim Sweeney) agrees. "Aye, a braw squad of dragoons could mean the difference between victory and defeat." The Quartermaster injects, "Let us not speak of defeat or of cavalry we do not have. And as for the Lord General, may I remind him that he would be remaining behind the lines, and therefore need not be concerned about British marksmanship." The Lord General is enraged. "Damn my liver! Whta are you implying, sir?" "I imply nothing sir. I'm merely grateful that we are dependent upon the bravery of our warriors... who are not afraid to face shot or shell to pursue a glorious victory for our prince and for our king." "MARK ME, now it is but weeks gone since we took the cities of Perth and Edinburgh without firing a single shot. And let us not forget, they welcomed me with open arms." Jamie says, "Aye, but on both occasions we possessed the element of surprise, Your Royal Highness. General Cope wasna expecting us. His troops fled." The Lord General adds, "And that won't happen again, Sir." Charles proposes, "Perhaps if I were to arrange a meeting with the General? Offer him generous terms of surrender. Give him my word his men will be allowed to marh back to England unmolested. I am sure he has no more desire to shed English blood than I have. We are all brothers after all." All of the men look like he's said something utterly foolish. The Quartermaster says, "Even as a young lad you had the kindest of hearts, Sir. But I fear the time for talk is done. We sailed from France to fight a war. Let us fight... and be done with it." The Lord General affirms, "I will not risk destroying our army by ordering it to cross potentially lethal ground. Is that clear, sir? I will not allow it." The Quartermaster proposes, "Then resign your commission and let the prince find himself a general with a firmer backbone!" "You pompous toe-rag!" Andrew MacDonald interrupts the argument. "While you two exchange insults, what do I tell Clan MacDonald?" Jamie answers him. "Tell your men to await further orders. Which may be some time." The Lord General storms out of the room and the other men follow him outside. Prince Charles comes up behind Jamie and asks, "Why must the Scots be such intractable people?" "Aye, we can be pig-headed on occasion. On many an occasion. As can the Irish, I fear." "Our cause must succeed, James. I promised my father, and I have promised God. MARK ME. Your noble wife will be among those providing medical succor for those poor souls in need of such come the cannon's roar?" "Aye, she's helping to set up a field hospital even as we speak, Your Royal Highness." "Be so kind to tell her the prince asks that British casualties be tended to before the Jacobite wounded. The British are my father's subjects also, and I will have them well cared for. They must be made to realize the Scots wage war upon them with the greatest of reluctance. They are our enemies now, but one day soon they will be our friends again." "I'm afraid the British have never been a friend to the Scots. But as your friend, I would advise you not to speak of such things within earshot of the men. They would not appreciate such sentiment. Nor do I believe would my wife follow such an order." "From her prince, perhaps not. But surely Lady Broch Tuarach would prove obedient to an edict from her lord and master." Jamie makes a face like, "Yeah right..." but says, "Aye" as he kisses the prince's outstretched hand. We see the edge of the Jacobite camp with their flag waving. In the distance is the British camp. Between is Tranent Meadows, the bog they had been discussing. Dougal (Graham McTavish) is trying to sleep on his pallet on the ground. Rupert (Grant O'Rourke), Angus (Stephen Walters), Kincaid (Gregor Firth), Murtagh (Duncan Lacroix) and Ross (Scott Kyle) are sitting down around a large caldron with a fire underneath it. The men are all looking dour. Angus has a mouth full of ale and squirts it at Kincaid, trying to lighten the mood. Rupert laughs. Angus giggles, takes another mouthful and does it again. Kincaid yells out, "Enough!" Angus says, "Enough, ye say?" Rupert confirms, "That's what he said, all right. I heard it with these very ears." Ross reasons, "The ale ye waste now is ale ye'll probably we wanting later. Quench the thirst of battle." Angus says, "The thirst of battle, ye say? What would ye two cotters ken of battle, eh?" Kincaid jumps in, "Cotters we may be, but we're here, same as you. For gore and glory." Rupert asks, "Gore and glory, is it? There's no pigs ye're slaughtering here, but men. And they'll be looking to do the same to you." Ross says, "We know our task, and we'll do what needs doing to return the king across the water." Shaking his finger, Angus states, "I bet ye Lallybroch tumshies will turn arse and run at first blast of cannon fire." Kincaid takes issue with this, "Ye take that back, ye buggering wee shite!" Angus drags his dirk and puts it to Kincaid's neck, "Hey, ye fancy a doing? Come on, I'll open ye from yer belly to yer bone!" Murtagh has had enough. "Put that blade down or I'll ram it up yer arse until ye taste it." Angus waves his blade at Murtagh. "Ye try it, ye bushy-faced whoreson!" "For the love of Christ, how can a man nap with all this blathering?" Jamie comes up and asks, "Is that a dirk I see in yer hand? Angus. See yer getting on as well as our commanders." Murtagh wants to know, "Have we orders, Jamie?" "No. Nor are we likely to while the general and O'Sullivan remain hopping mad at each other." Angus observes, "It sounds like someone in the front ranks could do with a good arse kicking, eh?" Jamie says, "If only that was all was needed. What is required is a reconnaissance of the marshland that sits between us and the British camp. Discover if the ground is solid enough for our army to cross." Kincaid asks Jamie, "So the plan is for us to attack?" "If the Quartermaster has his way. Though I'm of a mind it's the better part of valor to force the British to come to us. But not even O'Sullivan will countenance an attack until the question of the ground is solved. To undertake such a mission under the very guns of our enemies would be naught but suicide. So, eat yer fill and rest up. Save the whisky for when we have cause to celebrate." Jamie taps Dougal on the arm and says, "Dougal, a word." Jamie brings Dougal to look out over the marsh. "It would be an easy thing to have someone ride out to take a measure of the marshland?" "And get a musket ball between the eyes for their trouble." "Not if he's prudent. And lucky. There's no other way about it. If the ground can support a man on horseback, it can support infantry." "And, uh, is it yerself ye're nominating? 'Cause if ye survive such foolishness, the prince would have yer head for endangering the life of one of his most trusted aides." "Hmm. Aye. He would not be best pleased." "No. Still and all, someone has to risk the doing." "And all I need to do is stay out of range of their guns," Dougal observes. "125 yards should do it." "I was thinking more 105. The redcoats will only be too happy to crack away at a living, breathing target." "Oh, aye, it's a gamble, but it's worth the risk. Besides, I'd like to prove my mettle to the prince and Lord Murray and the rest of these jackanapes." "So then, 125 yards?" "Or thereabouts." Dougal is mounted on his grey horse and they head into the bog. All the Highlanders are interested and gather around to see what happens. Dougal's horse starts to get stuck in the mud and the British are taking interest too. British soldiers say, "Here, look. All right, men. Come on, then to ranks. Load." and start to line up with their guns. We see a specific British soldier approaching with his gun being raised (Magnus Sinding). Prince Charles comes up to see what's happening and observes, "Extraordinary fellow." Angus informs him, "That's Dougal MacKenzie. Personal friend of mine. You are?" "I'm your prince, Charles Edward Stuart." "Are ye really? Ye hear that? I'm talking to the prince." Rupert handles things a little more diplomatically, "An honor to make yer acquaintance, Your Royal Highness." Rupert bows. "Quite so." Rupert gestures to Angus to bow too, and he does it ver extravagantly. Dougal's horse is having some trouble, so he tries to calm him with "Easy, boy." He's really getting stuck now, and the British are ordered to "Fire at will!" Shots are hitting the mud very close to Dougal and his horse. "Fire. Come on!" Dougal dismounts and pulls his horse out of the mud while more shots are hitting all around them. Finally they both get out of the mud, but one shot grazes Dougal's head and knocks off his hat that has a hole through it. He touches his scalp and puts his hat back on. "I think we've learned all we need to know. Quite enough." Dougale mounts his horse and rides back to the Jacobite camp. The British are making disappointed noises. But the Jacobites all start cheering! The prince is clapping and yells "Surrender" to the British. When they're all back at the camp, the prince, still clapping, yells, "Bravo! Bravo!" Dougal dismounts and is very suprised when the prince charges up and gives him a long energetic hug! "MARK ME, if I had 100 men like you, this war would be over tomorrow." "Well, I dinna ken about that, Your Royal Highness, but I fear that it's joyless news that I bring back with me." "Indeed. Gentlemen, there will be no glorious Highland charge through Tranent Meadows." The Quartermaster states, "Damn me, we can't get to the British, and they can't get to us." Lord General Murray says, "We should disengage from the enemy under cover of darkness and return to Edinburgh." The prince asks, "And wait for the British to lay seige to the city? The enemy is here, General, not in Edinburgh. Now, I look to you to break this stalemate or I will be forced to find myself a new general." Jamie walks up to Dougal and hands him a corked bottle. "Ye're a lucky bastard. Ye should get that looked at." "Either way, It's just a scratch. And now, I'm off to change my breeks because the hero of the hour has shat his pants." Lots of laughing... Inside the makeshift hospital Claire is addressing her staff of women. "So, apparently your Doctor MacPherson left Tranent a few days ago. But fortunately, he left his medical bag behind. The instruments in it will prove useful, more useful than the doctor himself probably would have. So, it is up to us to tend to the wounded. And I have no doubt that together we will be able to do it." Molly Cockburn (Alice McMillan), you're a strong girl. Now, your job is to see to it that the pails and buckets are filled at all times. And use water from the well only." "Yes, Lady Broch Tuarach." "There's no time for all of that. "Claire" is fine." Fergus (Romann Berrux) is making a nusance of himself hitting lots in the fireplace with a stick. Claire addresses him, "Fergus? Please?" She addresses another woman, "I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name." "Alice McMurdo (Bridget McCann), Madame." "Alice, that's right. You are responsible for looking after the honey water." "Begging your pardon, I don't see what good sweet water's going to do for bullet wounds." Fergus is puttering about shaking harnesses, and making noise. Well, for the wounds themselves, nothing. But it will help keep the patient's blood pressure up. Trust me, it's important. It will also help replace any fluids lost and prevent shock. (MORE CLATTERING) And our friend Fergus here, he will be responsible for keeping the kettle fires burning." Under his breath Fergus mumbles, "Women's work." "I-I'm sorry. What was that?" "Nothing, Milady. Leave it to me." "Thank you." It's dark outside. Inside, Claire is laying out an assortment of knives and inspecting them. Fergus rushes in excitedly, "Milady! Milady! This gentleman, he wishes to speak to the commander of His Highness' army. Has information of the utmost importance." "Allina, Alice, a moment please. (THE LADIES WALK OUT) Sir." Claire motions him to sit down. "I'm Richard Anderson (Alex Hope) of Whitburgh, Madame." "Lady Broch Tuarach, Claire Fraser." "Yes, Milady. Ye see, I've lived in these parts all of my life. My father owns the land, so I ken the grounds where the armies are like the back of my hand. There's a way down from the ridge where the Highland troops are. A small, hidden trail that will lead them past the bog at the bottom to catch the English unawares." "I see." "If I may speak to a commander, perhaps Lord Murray himself." "Fergus, do you think you can find your master?" "Yes, I-I will find him." "Go now, but be careful. Tell him to come back straightaway to speak with Mr. Anderson." "Here, you say?" someone says off camera. "Aye. Or thereabouts. I don't ken much from maps." Jamie states, "There's no such path marked." "Marked or no, it's there. As I told Mrs. Fraser, it's a narrow, winding path, hard to spot in daylight, and hopeless to find in the dark. Unless ye ken where to look." Lord General Murray asks, "And you do?" "Aye, I do." Murray observes, "Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? If we dare trust this boy." Jamie asks Richard, "And ye're willing to lead us across the meadows?" "There's no other way for it. I'm no much for fighting, but I'll get ye from here to there without a misstep." Claire says, "Thank you, Mr. Anderson. Your help is much appreciated." Prince Charles states, "I do wish that John was here. I pray I might hear his opinion." Lord General Murray says, "And I pray the Quartermaster is off somewhere gathering much needed victuals for this army." Jamie says, "Delay could prove fatal, Your Royal Highness." Charles nods in agreement and studies the map on the table. "Off we go, gentlemen. Now we shall not return unless we bring victory back with us." Everyone nods in agreement. Ross and Kincaid are talking about if the worst happens and they fall in battle. Ross starts off with "I'm not saying it's going to happen, but if it does, if I'm to fall in battle, it would ease me greatly to know that you'll watch over Bess and the croft. And I'll do the same for you, if it proves necessary." Kincaid says, "My Marina and the six bairns? (LAUGHS) I'd wish them on no man. Listen, there's a wee bit of coin buried south of the pig sty. She-devil knows where." "Then it's settled." "Aye." Ross says, "What's mine is yours, and yours mine." Rupert and Angus have overheard. Angus offers Rupert, "You can have my sword. And my dirk. And my sporran, and all that it contains, eh?" Rupert asks, "What are you havering about now?" "Were ye no listening to those two? What's his is his. What's mine is yours." Rupert reasons, "What use would I have for a sword that's never been used?" "Ye think I need a fat man's blade dangling from my hip? Eh? It occurs to me I'll be leaving Scarlet to ye as well." "Scarlet the whore?" "Part-time whore. Full-time barmaid." "She's not yours to give, ye daft bastard." "Well, I'm saying she is. (LAUGHS) And it's ye I'll be giving her to. Do ye accept?" "I do not." "Now shut yer gab before ye bring the devil's own eye upon us." Murtagh is looking even more sad than usual, and Jamie addresses him, "If ye dinna put that whetstone down, ye'll be grinding that blade to a needle. May as well get it off yer chest. Whatever it is." Murtagh contemplates things. "Ah, It's just. In a raid, every man has a part to play. You tell yerself that the raid's success or failure is dependent on yer actions. And if ye're forced to wound a man, kill him even, chances are ye stare into his eyes when doing it. And if you were to be killed, ye'd die knowing that yer memory would live on within yer clan. Yer death would have meaning. But this this is different. We're but part of a 2,000 strong army. My death, your death, alone would be meaningless. 500, 1,000 would have to be slain before our deaths take on any meaning." Jamie says, "That's not a very comforting thought on the eve of battle." Murtagh explains, "Aye. It weighs on me." JAMIE|If it's words of comfort ye're looking for, I've none to give. In Paris, I almost lost my marriage trying to stop all of this from happening. I failed. Murtagh corrects him. "We. We failed." "If there's any solace, I feel much the same way you do." "Aye. It is." Back at the make-shift hospital, "Make sure you get some sleep, Sassenach. Tomorrow will be a a trying day for us all." "I don't think sleep will be an option for anyone tonight." They start to kiss, but Fergus interrupts with, "Milady, Milord. I request permission to join you in the fight that is to come." Claire asks, "And who will keep the hospital fires burning, hmm?" "I'm sure someone else can handle such work. I can sneak into the very tent of General Cope. I will steal his sword. A general cannot fight without his sword." "I don't doubt yer capabilities, laddie. But without you, who will look after the women?" "Uh, the the same person who keeps the fires lit, I don't know." "Mm. And what of our Lady Broch Tuarach, huh? There's no one I trust with her safety more than you." Claire confludes, "Looks like you're going to have to stay and like it. Is that understood?" Murtagh calls out, "Jamie. It's time." Angus yells out, "It's time to send the British army to hell." Claire observes, "If you ask me, the British don't stand a chance." Angus motions to Claire that he wants a kiss goodbye. "Angus. Surely there's another woman you can have kiss you good-bye." Rupert supplies, "Oh, none that will have him." Angus is using the sympathy card. "Must I remind you, Mistress, at this time tomorrow I could be laying in a field bleeding to death? I would hate for my last thought to be how you denied me my final request." Claire observes, "You are shameless." But then she gives him a kiss on the cheek. Claire goes over to Rupert to say good bye. "I'll not say good-bye to ye, Claire. No need to, since none of us will be meeting our maker in this place. When we meet again, it'll be to embrace in victory, share a stiff dram." Angus touches his cheek and says, "Mistress." Claire goes over to Murtagh and says, "Watch over Jamie." "Always. We will win the day, correct? It is the promise of history." Claire confirms this. "Yes, we will win this day." Murtagh looks a bit relieved. "So we shall." Next, it's time to see Jamie off. They kiss tenderly, then Claire says, "On your way, soldier." The men leave. Claire orders the women in the hospital, "Get some rest, all of you. That's an order." Then she notices that Fergus is gone. "Have any of you seen Fergus?" Richard Anderson is leading the Jacobites around the bog. It's dark, cold, and misty (about 4 am). He says to Jamie, "I'll be leaving you now if it's all the same to you, General." Jamie corrects him. "I'm no general, but all of Scotland's in your debt." Then he orders the General, "General Murray, you see the prince stays here out of harm's way." The General replies, "I shall indeed." But Prince Charles puffs himself up importantly and chimes in, "Gentlemen, must I remind you that this is my army? Now I very much desire to lead them into battle. It is my right and my destiny. I carry a sword, and I am trained in its use." Jamie reasons with him. "I dinna doubt it, but Your Royal Highness must realize this rebellion would never survive your death. Besides, regaining the throne would never mean as much to King James if the son that made it possible wasna there to share the moment wi' him." "A touching sentiment, James. MARK ME, I don't believe my father is all that fond of me." Jamie orders the prince, "Nevertheless, ye shall remain behind the lines with the Quartermaster and the Lord General." Claire is preparing for what's to come. "I need these strips to be a little wider." "Yes, Madame." "That looks good. Just keep going. I know what you're all feeling. I've been there myself. The fear. The self-doubt. But our men are depending on us. And we will not let them down." Addressing Molly, "Boil these again. They need to be spotless." Molly answers, "Right away." The Jacobites charge the Brittish soldiers. Their sentry (Edward Kingham) was asleep. They're obviously surprised. "Everyone up! Get up!" Cut to the hospital. Alice is praying, "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord " Claire orders someone, "Go get more firewood, please. We're going to need lots and lots of hot water." Alice continues praying, "He is my refuge and my fortress: my God: in Him will I trust." Cut back to the battle. All hell has broken lose. Some woman in the background says, "I'm sorry, lad, ye'll have to bite it tight." Claire notices Ross carrying someone on his shoulder. "Ross? Come with me." A woman in the background says, "Could someone get some more hot water? More dressings! If ye could rip more dressings!" Claire examines Kincaid, who's obviously gone. "I'm sorry." Ross is out of it. "Sorry?" Claire says, "He's gone." Alice needs help and calls "Claire." Claire says apologetically to Ross, "There's nothing more I can do." Cut back to the battle. The British soldiers are fleeing, but Colonel Gardner (Tom Cox) yells at them, "Stand your ground, you dogs! Don't turn your back on these traitors! Stand your ground!" Molly sees people approaching the hospital. "The British! The British prisoners are here." A British soldier comes in and says, "We mean you no harm, Madame. But we do require your assistance." Claire orders, "Allina, sort these men out by the severity of their wounds. Come with me." Allina Clerk (Sarah Higgens) takes charge, "You two, over there. Get this man on to a bed." Claire notices Angus coming in holding Rupert up. "Rupert, he needs you, Mistress." Claire is busy with a British soldier, but says, "Rupert, I'll be there in a second." Angus bellows, "Now!" "Allina, take over here." "Yes, ma'am." Angus orders, "Ye must save him, Mistress. I'll no allow that fat bawbag to die on me." Claire looks inside his shirt and sees a long gaping wound on his belly. "Oh. Molly, we have to close this wound before an infection sets in. Get me hot water, a large needle, and thread. - Now!" "Right away, mistress." Rupert says weakly, "Angus, it was Angus." Claire asks, "Is he blown up? Tell me! What's he talking about? Angus brushes it off as if nothing, "It's just a cannon blast. It's nothing." We see more of the battle. Colonel Gardner yells, "Damn it all! Stand your ground!" Angus is worried about Rupert, "Tell me true, Mistress, will he live?" "I wish I knew. But he's strong, and if the wound doesn't fester, then ..." Directing her gaze to Angus, "Let me see that head of yours. Come on. (GROANS) Your eyes are clear. Any nausea?" "No. I told ye, I'm fine." "If it's anything, it's a mild concussion. So you can stay here by Rupert, but no napping; I want you awake." "Well, I must admit, I'm bone-weary, but I'll be keeping both eyes on this big belly going up and down." "Well, as long as it does, there's hope." "Aye." Jamie comes through the door, sees Claire and says, "The day is ours, Sassenach. The British are routed. General Cope is in retreat, leaving hundreds of dead and wounded behind. And our losses can't number more than 50 men. The whole thing took all of 15 minutes. If only we had cavalry, huh, we could have pursued the enemy, captured General Cope, perhaps put an end to the rebellion this very morning." Claire asks him, "Where's Fergus? I'm sure he went to fight." "Dinna fash, Sassenach. Take a wee peek outside." Claire goes outside and finds him looking dazed. "Fergus! Oh, you wretch! What do you mean by sneaking off like that? Should box your ears until your head rattles." "Milady." "Are you all right?" "I I-I killed an English soldier, Milady." "Don't tell me that." "I think I killed him. He he fell down. I had a knife. I struck him." "Oh, God, Fergus. Oh, I'm so sorry. You aren't injured, are you?" "No. I'm just tired. Very, very tired." "Come with me. I'll get you some food, somewhere to sleep. Back on the battlefield. It's obviously over, but there are British soldiers both dead and alive scattered around. Dougal is stabbing any he finds who are still alive. Then he hears a voice weakly call his name. "Dougal MacKenzie." "Do I know ye?" "Lieutenant Jeremy Foster" (Tom Brittney). I accompanied you and the lady Claire Beauchamp to the village of Brockton." "Oh, aye. The only honorable redcoat in Lord Thomas' staff." "I would be much obliged if you would see me to your infirmary." "Oh, ye expect me to carry ye to Tranent? I've still got work to do here." "Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet? You've won a great victory today." "Aye. And I wager there'll be many more to follow." "A war chief should know better. I tell you this in all candor: you cannot defeat the British army. You've won a battle, but you will never win this war." "Well No. No! God alone knows the answer to that." Dougal pulls out his knife and stabs him in the gut saying, "Shush. There, there. And if so I'll look for you in hell." Ross says to Angus, "We did not run." Murtagh is looking at Rupert. "Dinna fash yerself, that blubber no doubt protected his innards." Angus agrees, "Aye. Must have been those third portions he gobbled that did it." Jamie observes, "Aye, the man could eat. Can eat, I meant to say. Easy now, ally, you look done in." Angus says, "No, it's just It's been a long night." Claire notices a big hoof print on the back of Jamie's shirt. "What is that? You look like you got stepped on by a horse." "Hm, 'cause I was. The British were in such retreat an officer galloped right over me." Claire picks up a large glass and hands it to Jamie saying, "Here, fill this. You've had 400 weight of horse step on your kidney. I want to see if there's any blood in your urine." Jamie hands the glass to the British soldier and says, "Here. Hold this while I take aim." The British soldier puts it down and says, "Six pence says you can't make it from where you stand." "Ah, I wouldna say it was easy, but for six pence, ow, I'll make the effort." Murtagh addresses the crowd, "Silence, everyone. Let the man concentrate." Jamie reaches under his kilt and you can hear that he's doing as Claire ordered. Prince Charles Stuart comes in behind him and clears his throat, then addresses Claire. "Madame Fraser, your labors on our behalf are much appreciated." Claire bows and says, "Your Royal Highness. Please be careful of the blood; the floor is slippery." Prince Charles addresses the group. "I bring you the blessing and gratitude of my father. Your deeds today will be forever remembered. If this victory had been obtained over foreigners, my joy would be complete. But as it is over Englishmen, it brings a damp chill over my heart. I say to you all: I came here in the interests of both our countries, which are, in truth, but one country. My father will tell me ..." Dougal barges in, not seeing the prince, and grabs a woman. He's estatic. "Victory is ours! Let the writing of the ballads begin." Jamie yells, "Dougal!" "What's this, then? What? Do ye mean to tell me ye been tending this scum as if they were yer own kin?" Jamie says, "Dougal, the British were taught a lesson this morning they are not soon to forget." "Like bloody hell. I say we put an end to this shit here" "No, killing these men willna add to our victory." "Ye call these bastards 'men'?" Prince Charles is insensed. "Yes. Men. And they are my father's subjects. And each one of them is your brother. My God, sir, where is your Christian charity? James I wish for you to remove this gentleman from the muster roll immediately. There is no place for such wanton disregard for Englishmen in my army." Jamie defends his uncle. "Dougal MacKenzie is a true warrior. Your Royal Highness, I ken it well, despite his foolish tongue. If this army is to triumph, we'll need every warrior we can muster." "Yes, James. And the fastest horse will undoubtedly win the race. Now what good is it when its master is tossed from its saddle in the process? What am I to do with such a blood-thirsty barbarian?" Jamie has an idea, "We promote him Your Royal Highness. As captain of the newly formed Highlander Dragoons, give him 15 of our best riders and horses. Let them follow the enemy, report on troop movements, harass his supply lines. That way, we use his abilities and Your Royal Highness will never have to lay eyes upon him." "You have an ingenious mind, James." The prince says to Dougal, "You are in his debt, rouge. See that he does not come to lament his benevolence." Dougal says to Jamie, "I thank you, lad. Truly. And I swear that I will not give you cause to regret your generosity. But I know what ye're up to. Ye champion me and ye exile me, both at the same time. That's a plan worthy of my brother Colum." Dougal says to Angus, "Angus, how's Rupert? Talk to me, man. He's my friend as well." Dougal notices that Angus is in distress. He's gurgling blood. "Claire! Angus!" Claire says, "Oh, my God, the cannon blast. He's been bleeding internally this whole time. Angus." Jamie asks, "Is there nothing you can do?" Claire shakes her head helplessly and we watch Angus die, drowning in his own blood. Murtagh observes later, "I expected the flavor of victory to taste sweeter." Jamie agrees. "Aye. War tastes bitter, no matter the outcome." Later outside, Jamie says, "Well, Claire, turns out you were right about Prestonpans after all." "I was, wasn't I? That means I'm also right about the disaster awaiting us at Culloden." Rupert and Ross come through the door singing, grieving their losses: "Down, down, down, down Here's a health to the king And a lasting peace To factions end and wealth increase Come let us drink while we have breath For there's no drinking after death And he that would This toast deny Down among the dead men Down among the dead men Down, down, down, down Down among the dead men, let him lie Take the Episode Quiz Recap by Mary Girven