| CLAIRE VO: | The Jacobite army had moved steadily south during the months since Prestonpans. |
| We had acquired much-needed artillery along the way, taken the English garrison at Carlisle, and successfully occupied Manchester. |
| Despite this, the anticipated sympathetic uprising from the Scottish lowlands and northern England had so far not materialized. |
| We were now encamped in northern England, awaiting further orders from Prince Charles. |
| MALE PATIENT: | Ah. |
| GENERAL MURRAY: | Your Royal Highness, I am aware how painful this must be for you, but the truth is often vexing. |
| We must turn back. |
| PRINCE CHARLES: | And I say we shall not. |
| Now, London lies within our grasp, and all we have to do is reach out and take it. |
| John? This is no time for silence. |
| Speak, man. |
| QUARTERMASTER O'SULLIVAN: | I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. |
| As you know, the Lord General and myself are seldom of like mind, but I fear, in this instance, we speak with one voice. |
| PRINCE CHARLES: | I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory. |
| JAMIE: | And I would say the same to you, My Lord General. |
| GENERAL MURRAY: | Fraser, you have proved to possess a sound military mind, but I will not have my decision challenged by a junior officer. |
| Do I make myself clear, sir? |
| JAMIE: | And what of our prince's decision? Do we not all serve him and his noble cause? Our orders were to march into England and take London. |
| We are but five days from reaching that city, and now you order us to to turn back and and retreat to Scotland? |
| PRINCE CHARLES: | Five days, gentlemen. |
| A mere five days is all what stands between us and the completion of God's will. |
| GENERAL MURRAY: | It's not the five days that concerns me, but the three British armies that stand between us and London, and we don't bloody know where any of them are. |
| JAMIE: | We're not likely to meet all three at once, My Lord. |
| But if we are shrewd and lucky, we might manage to slip past them all. |
| ANDREW MACDONALD: | Aye, and if we don't, the British number 30,000 troops, while we have mustered a mere five. |
| One good fight, we'd be too weakened to carry on. |
| JAMIE: | That war brings risk should come at no surprise. |
| But if we turn back now, all hope that currently resides in the hearts of our supporters will be filled with doubt and fear. |
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| CLAIRE: | Is that the one? - (WHIMPERS) Good. |
| Ah, this won't take long. |
| I promise. |
| FEMAILE PATIENT: | (GROANING) Ah! Ah, oh. |
| CLAIRE: | Good job. |
| (MOANING) Here. |
| RUPERT: | Dinna fash yourself, son. |
| My guid freen Angus, he lost his front teeth when he was no' but a wee lad. |
| A cow kicked 'em straight down his throat. |
| Says he didna shite for a week for fear o' being bitten. |
| (CHUCKLES) (SPITS) (SOLEMN MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE: | Right, who's next? |
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| PRINCE CHARLES: | I came here. |
| I sailed from France to raise an army, this army. |
| It was God's will that I do so, and since then, His hand has ever been with us. |
| This precious chance of victory, if we spurn His divine gift, there is no guarantee that it will be offered again. |
| So is there no one among you still willing to stand by your prince, your rightful king, and your God? One man. |
| (JAMIE COMES FORWARD) |
| Is that all I can count on? (CLEARS THROAT) One man. |
| It is intolerable! I'd rather be run through by a British bayonet and have my body buried in an unmarked grave than turn back after we have come this far! But I see now that I am betrayed by both friends and allies. |
| You do what you must, but may God damn you to hell for it. |
| I have nothing more to say. |
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| (FOREBODING MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE: | It's all right, really. |
| Not everyone has to get a tooth pulled. |
| MAN: | Come on, lad. |
| Move. |
| Move! |
| CLAIRE: | What did you say to him? Nothing that isn'a true. |
| (DOOR RATTLES OPEN) |
| QUARTERMASTER O'SULLIVAN: | Your Royal Highness. |
| Sir. |
| Sir. |
| (INDISTINCT CHATTER) |
| JAMIE: | Sorry, Sassenach. |
| I must give the prince some credit. |
| Turns out he has a fighting man's heart, even if his generals don't. |
| CLAIRE: | It's not your fault. |
| Even if you had talked them into taking London, might not have been able to hold it. |
| JAMIE: | No. |
| But if we had marched on London, then things would be different to what you said happened in your history books. |
| It would mean that just maybe history could be changed, but now |
| ROSS: | My Laird. |
| My Laird, is it true? Are we turning back? |
| JAMIE: | Aye. |
| We're going back across the border. |
| Home for winter. |
| ROSS: | Are they are the British after us, then? Are they close? |
| JAMIE: | I canna say, Ross, but I'll see you're safe. |
| I promise all of ye. |
| I'll see ye home to Lallybroch. |
| (SOMBER MUSIC) |
| (TO CLAIRE) And you, Sassenach, I'll see you safe no matter what happens. |
|
|
| (LAUGHTER) Here you go. |
| - That's it, then. |
| - All right, all right. |
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| JAMIE (SPEAKING GAELIC): | |
| God, sheidl my beloved, my white dove. |
| And the child that she may one day bear. |
| Preserve her from violence... and from harm. |
| In this place... and every place. |
| On this night... and on every night. |
| (THUNDER RUMBLING FAINTLY) |
| CLAIRE: | (INHALES) Hmm. |
| Are you all right? |
| JAMIE: | Aye. |
| (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Just wanted to watch you sleep in peace for a bit. |
| CLAIRE: | Hmm. |
| Must be as cold as ice. |
| Get into bed. |
| JAMIE: | (CHUCKLES) Hmm. |
| CLAIRE: | (SIGHS) What was it that you were saying? |
| JAMIE: | Ach, nothing. |
| There's no' much I can say waking without it sounding daft and foolish, Sassenach. |
| I can say things while you sleep. |
| Your dreams will ken the truth of them. |
| CLAIRE: | (RAIN PATTERING LIGHTLY) Hmm. |
| (TENDER MUSIC) |
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| DOOR RATTLES OPEN) |
| DOUGAL: | Read this. |
| JAMIE: | (PAPER RUSTLING) "My Lord Broch Tuarach, "you are hereby ordered to proceed at once "with your men to. |
| "Inverness?" What's this? |
| DOUGAL: | Exile is what it is. |
| They want rid of us, of you. |
| O'Sullivan fears that you have too much influence over the prince, and Murray, oh, he did naught to defend you. |
| They want you and me gone and gone now. |
| Bollock-less bastards. |
| CLAIRE: | "Proceed in advance of the army. |
| Arrange winter quarters and obtain provisions. |
| " Well, how? With what money? |
| DOUGAL: | Oh, aye, I asked O'Sullivan that myself. |
| He just stuck his big, fat Irish nose in the air and said that His Highness's loyal supporters would of course extend credit to his representative. |
| CLAIRE: | Of course. |
| JAMIE: | I'll speak to the prince myself. |
| DOUGAL: | He's gone. |
| Murray spirited him away at dawn. |
| The prince also took your horse. |
| He said he knew you wouldn't mind. |
| (TENSE MUSIC) |
| JAMIE: | In that case, Sassenach, how long since you visited Inverness? |
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| CLAIRE: | Hold still. |
| ROSS: | Ah. |
| Ah. |
| RUPERT: | You big bairn. |
| Angus'd rip that out with his front teeth. |
| FERGUS: | He didn't have front teeth. |
| RUPERT: | He'd have used his gums then. |
| CLAIRE: | Oh. |
| I wish I could give you a tetanus shot. |
| ROSS: | I'd take a shot at anything just now. |
| CLAIRE: | Whiskey's the best I've got. |
| ROSS: | Ah! |
| (GUNSHOT) (GROANS) (GUNSHOTS) Burghers! - |
| MAN: | It was over there! |
| MAN: | To the south! (SHOUTING IN GAELIC) Redcoats. |
| JAMIE: | Grab your arms! |
| DOUGAL: | Grab your arms! Scatter to the woods! |
| CLAIRE: | Wait! (GUNSHOT) |
| JAMIE: | There's no time. |
| Go. |
| DOUGAL: | Rupert! Rupert, you're with me! Go! Rupert, you're with me! Come on! |
| JAMIE: | Meet at the crossroads. |
| (GUNFIRE) - Go. |
| - Go to the crossroads! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) |
| JAMIE: | Go! (SHOUTS IN GAELIC) (GUNSHOTS) Show her down! Come on, Sassenach. |
| (DRAMATIC MUSIC) |
| JAMIE: | I think we've lost them. |
| (HORSE WHINNIES) (GUNSHOT) |
| JAMIE: | Rupert! |
| MAN: | Hurry up, damn you! |
| DOUGAL: | Hold on. |
| Wait. |
| MAN: | Faster! Ride! (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) |
| DOUGAL: | Bloody! (HORSE NEIGHS) I'm with ye, lad. |
| I'm with you. |
| (DRAMATIC BAGPIPE MUSIC) |
| JAMIE: | (SPEAKING GAELIC) |
| Quick! Quickly! |
| MAN: | They went this way! Come on! |
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| (WATER TRICKLING) |
| MURTAGH: | Are you sure it's wise for us to stop? |
| JAMIE: | If not, Claire assures me Rupert will die. |
| I haven't seen any redcoats for some time. |
| (TENSE MUSIC) |
| Wait for my signal. |
| (BOTH GRUNT) (SPEAKING GAELIC) |
| ROSS: | Sorry, Laird. |
| I didna ken it was you. |
| JAMIE: | It's fine. |
| (WHISTLES) |
| Where are your horses? |
| ROSS: | Hidden in the woods beyond. |
| Wallace is standing guard. |
| We waited at the crossroads, but |
| JAMIE: | Aye, it's all right. |
| Make sure ours are hidden as well. |
| ROSS: | What happened to him? |
| RUPERT: | I decided to take a closer look at a musket ball. |
| CLAIRE: | Here, Fergus. |
| Take out the whiskey and the bowl. |
| Clear the altar and get him on it. |
| MAN: | Okay. |
| CLAIRE: | I have to take out the bullet. |
| RUPERT: | It's a miracle it hasn't shifted into your brain. |
| It's a miracle they didna shoot me in my good eye. |
| CLAIRE: | Damn it, where's my knife? My lady. |
| Well, where'd you get that? |
| FERGUS: | Milord gave it to me. |
| CLAIRE: | Well, give me the whiskey. |
| (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) |
| Hold still. |
| (RUPERT GRUNTING) (RUPERT GROANS) (GRUNTS) (RUPERT SCREAMING) (SOMBER MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE: | All right. |
| Up you get. |
| RUPERT: | Oh, well, I suppose one eye is better than nane. |
| CLAIRE: | Here, hold this. |
| - (GRUNTS) I'll get you a black eye patch. |
| You'll be like a proper pirate. |
| RUPERT: | Pirates have eye patches? |
| CLAIRE: | And peg legs and a parrot. |
| RUPERT: | What in the name of the wee man are you heaving about? |
| CLAIRE: | Mm, oh, never mind. |
| MURTAGH: | (GRUNTS) Jamie. |
| (TENSE MUSIC) |
| JAMIE: | Blow out the candle. |
| (SPEAKS GAELIC) (BLOWS) |
| CLAIRE: | What is it? |
| MURTAGH: | What is that? (FOREBODING MUSIC) |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | You in the church! We have your men and your horses! I order you to surrender in the name of His Majesty! |
| RUPERT: | Redcoats? |
| JAMIE: | Aye. |
| RUPERT: | Oh, Christ. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | Lay down your arms and come out, or we shall fire the roof! |
| DOUGAL: | There's not that many of them. |
| We could stay and fight. |
| MURTAGH: | No, they could fire the thatch in seconds. |
| Anyone not picked off running out the door will get burnt to death when the roof caves in. |
| JAMIE: | He's right. |
| We'll never make it. |
| RUPERT: | No. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | You have two minutes to decide, gentlemen! |
| JAMIE: | I'm the one with a price on my head. |
| Maybe I can bargain with them, give myself up in exchange for your freedom. |
| DOUGAL: | Och, stop being such a hero. |
| If they take ye this time, it's a choice between the hangman and the headsman. |
| Better to stand and fight. |
| JAMIE: | Everyone here is under my protection. |
| If I can save you all with my surrender - I'll do it. |
| CLAIRE: | Wait. |
| Perhaps there's another way. |
| DOUGAL: | Och. |
| JAMIE: | No. |
| There isn't, Claire, and we don't have time to |
| CLAIRE: | Help! Save me! |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | Bloody hell, they've got an Englishwoman in there. |
| CLAIRE: | Save me! I'm I'm a British subject! |
| JAMIE: | Stop! Have you gone mad? |
| CLAIRE: | Look, say I'm your hostage. |
| They won't fire the place with me inside. |
| Exchange me. |
| Use me to bargain with them. |
| It worked the last time. |
| JAMIE: | With a lad. |
| These are soldiers. |
| No. |
| Never. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | You in the church, if you have an Englishwoman in there, send her out now! |
| DOUGAL: | Give up our hostage? - Not likely. |
| We'll rather - (GRUNTS) |
| MURTAGH: | Claire's right. |
| The soldiers will not hurt her. |
| They'll escort her to a place of safety, then let her go. |
| JAMIE: | I will not give you up! |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | Bring out the woman, or we shall set fire to the thatch and burn you out! |
| CLAIRE: | Yes, you will, you stubborn Scot. |
| JAMIE: | I will not. |
| CLAIRE: | Am I not Lady Broch Tuarach? Are these men not my responsibility too? |
| (TENSE MUSIC) (GUNS CLICKING) (TENSE PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | You'll release the Englishwoman, surrender your horses and weapons. |
| DOUGAL: | And you leave with the lady. |
| I need your word of honor. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | Agreed. |
| Your hostage, what is her name? |
| DOUGAL: | Mistress Beauchamp is her name, a widow we encountered along the way. |
| We took her under our protection. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | Your protection? I know the reputation of Highlanders, sir. |
| I must tell you, if she has been harmed, all agreements are void. |
| (GUNS CLICKING) (DOOR CREAKS AND RATTLES) |
| JAMIE: | You're a bad liar, Sassenach. |
| Go out there wi' that look on your face, they'll ken something's amiss. |
| (DOOR RATTLES) |
| CLAIRE: | Well, how am I supposed to look? |
| JAMIE: | I dinna ken. |
| Less guilty. |
| FERGUS: | Oh, perhaps you should faint, me lady. |
| Mm, den they they can't ask you question right away. |
| DOUGAL: | Off you go, son. |
| They'll most likely take you to the garrison in Hazelmere. |
| It's the nearest British outpost in the area. |
| They won't want a woman weighing 'em down any more than is absolutely necessary, so come on. |
| JAMIE: | We'll make our way there, fetch you back. |
| CLAIRE: | All right. |
| DOUGAL: | We need to leave. |
| (SOMBER MUSIC) |
| Wait. |
| Now, you said it yerself. |
| You're a known man. |
| If they recognize Red Jamie, they won't honor the bargain they've struck, so |
| CLAIRE: | He's right. |
| We will find each other. |
| Trust in that. |
| DOUGAL: | Come on. |
| LIEUTENANT: | Behold the Jacobite army. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | That'll be enough, Lieutenant. |
| Is she all right? |
| DOUGAL: | She's fainted from terror. |
| I charge you personally with the lady's protection, sir. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | I urge you all, return to your homes! Resume your lives as peaceful, loyal subjects of the crown! |
| DOUGAL: | Oh, aye. |
| I'll be glad to, as soon as the true king is wearing that crown. |
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| CLAIRE: | Oh. |
| Where am I? |
| LIEUTENANT: | You're safe, ma'am. |
| You're under our protection now. |
| CLAIRE: | That's a relief. |
| LIEUTENANT: | Have you been harmed in any way? (METAL CLINKING) |
| CLAIRE: | No. |
| No, I'm quite all right. |
| LIEUTENANT: | The lady says she's unharmed. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | Yes, thank you, Lieutenant. |
| Mount up! (FOREBODING MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE: | Thank you. |
| DOUGAL: | Jamie. |
| JAMIE: | I'll look for a horse along the way. |
| You and Murtagh gather the rest of the men. |
| Head north. |
| DOUGAL: | Ye dinna need two to play shepherd. |
| MURTAGH: | He's right. |
| I'm coming with you. |
| JAMIE: | No. No, you'll both help me best by seeing the men safe. |
| I'll meet ye in Keswick, once I've got Claire back. |
| MURTAGH: | You can order them. |
| Ye cannot order me. |
| We'll go and find her together. |
| DOUGAL: | You'll need help getting her out of the garrison. |
| If it canna be me, Murtagh will do well enough. |
| Godspeed, lad. |
| Bring our lass back safe. |
| RUPERT: | Jamie. |
| When you find her, give her a wink for me, aye? |
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| (STIRRING FIDDLE MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE VO: | It didn't take long to lose my sense of direction as we rode through the night. |
| I knew I ought to be leaving some sort of sign for him to follow, but unfortunately, I was short of bread crumbs. |
| REDCOAT CAPTAIN: | We'll stop for the night in Crich, Mrs. Beauchamp. |
| The horses have gone as far as they can. |
| (TENSE MUSIC) (LAUGHTER AND INDISTINCT CHATTER) |
| MAN: | Right outside. |
| MAN: | Mugs of beer all around, and your lady too. |
| Hey, we'll need food as well. |
| Here you go, ma'am. |
| CLAIRE: | Thank you. |
| (INDISTINCT CHATTER) |
| MAN: | Good, aye? |
| LIEUTENANT: | (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Dispatch has just arrived for you, sir. |
| Lieutenant. |
| (INDISTINCT CHATTER) |
| MAN: | You look like you could do with warming up. |
| (CHUCKLES) |
| LIEUTENANT: | Ma'am. |
| It's time to go, madam. |
| CLAIRE: | Where's the captain? |
| LIEUTENANT: | He received orders to proceed to Keswick, and he left during the night. |
| Don't worry. |
| Captain has said I was to escort you to Bellmont before we rejoin him. |
| CLAIRE: | Bellmont? Bellmont? But I thought we were going to the garrison at Hazelmere. |
| LIEUTENANT: | Fortunes of war. |
| Bellmont's closer and along the road to Keswick. |
| I wouldn't worry. |
| It's a big house owned by a rich Englishman. |
| He'll give you refuge, I'm sure. |
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|
| (TENSE MUSIC) |
| (GRUNTS) |
| HUGH MUNRO: | Ah! |
| LIEUTENANT: | Get away there. |
| HUGH MUNRO: | (GRUNTS) (GROANS) |
| CLAIRE: | Lieutenant Barnes, really. |
| I'm shocked that a king's officer would behave in such an unchristian manner. |
| LIEUTENANT: | Ma'am, I thought he meant to do you harm. |
| CLAIRE: | Are you all right, sir? I apologize for the lieutenant's beastly behavior. |
| Here, let me help you up. |
| (WHISPERS) Jamie's looking for me at Hazelmere. |
| I still don't understand why we're going to Bellmont instead of Hazelmere. |
| LIEUTENANT BARNES: | Captain's orders, ma'am, as I said. |
| CLAIRE: | Very well, then. |
| Bellmont it is. |
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| (STIRRING MUSIC) |
| MAN: | Attention! (TENSE MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE: | Who did you say lives here? (DOOR RATTLES AND CREAKS) |
| LIEUTENANT BARNES: | Do I have the honor of addressing the Duke of Sandringham? |
| (FOREBODING MUSIC) |
| SANDRINGHAM: | You do, indeed. |
| But the honor is all mine, Lieutenant. |
| I do so treasure any opportunity to aid one of the king's officers, especially in these difficult times. |
| How may I be of assistance to you? This is for you, Your Grace, from my commander. |
| LIEUTENANT BARNES: | He requests your courtesy in giving temporary shelter to Mrs. |
| Beauchamp, an English gentlewoman we rescued last night. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Oh! My dear Mrs. |
| Beauchamp, I should be delighted to offer you the hospitality of my humble home. |
| CLAIRE: | I thank you, Your Grace. |
| LIEUTENANT BARNES: | My commander will be most obliged. |
| Good day, ma'am. |
| (DOOR RATTLES AND THUDS) |
| SANDRINGHAM: | I need a drink and something to eat, and so do you, from your appearance. |
| Rescued, did he say? Rescued from what? Rabid bears? |
| CLAIRE: | Highlanders. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Much the same thing. |
| CLAIRE: | Hmm. |
| You mentioned a drink? (HORSE NICKERS) |
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| JAMIE: | I'll take the gray one. |
| You take the other. |
| MURTAGH: | So, now we're traitors, murderers, and horse thieves. |
| Tell me, does it ever occur to you that taking Claire to wife might not ha' been the wisest thing you ever did? |
| JAMIE: | No. |
| MURTAGH: | Hmm. |
| It doesn't. |
|
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| CLAIRE: | And then they suddenly changed their minds and brought me here. |
| You have only the one servant, Your Grace? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Well, I do still have my valet. |
| But, I'm afraid, things are a bit tight at the moment. |
| The cook is only here three days a week. |
| You've brightened my outlook considerably by being here. |
| (CHUCKLES) |
| CLAIRE: | Why did you pretend not to recognize me? It's not that I'm not grateful, but I was afraid you'd just blurt out my real name. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Oh, the last thing I would do, my dear, is to blurt. |
| But how could I possibly commit such a lovely woman to the tower? So damp. |
| Quite took all the curls out of my wig the last time I was there. |
| But I suppose you don't have to suffer these inconveniences, do you? |
| CLAIRE: | When were you a guest at the Tower of London? And for what? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Only a misunderstanding, I can assure you. |
| CLAIRE: | Don't suppose this misunderstanding had something to do with your loyalties. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Quite. Which is why the army has virtually made a ring around my estate. |
| CLAIRE: | What, more soldiers than there are out front? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Oh, my, yes. |
| They think they're being inconspicuous, but really, with those coats? They claim that they're resting and resupplying before they move on. |
| In fact, I'm being watched. |
| Every entrance of this house is being watched. |
| I'm still suspected of being a Jacobite. |
| I assume that your dashing husband must be intent on rescuing you even as we speak. |
| CLAIRE: | It would be safe to assume so, yes. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Excellent. |
| Well, as I want to be rescued too, I'm coming with you. |
| And that couldn't happen if I had told the soldiers your name. |
| I'm sorry. |
| CLAIRE: | You're what? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | You must know. |
| You've always known that in my heart I'm a Jacobite. |
| CLAIRE: | I'm reasonably sure you don't have a heart. |
| Now, why would Jamie rescue you? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Because I doubt that the dear lad knows where you actually are. |
| How could he? The only way that he could know your location is through my good offices. |
| CLAIRE: | Really? Are you so sure about that? Perhaps he's riding through the front gates in this very moment. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Oh, I certainly hope he isn't, because if so, he'll find himself in a trap. |
| CLAIRE: | So what do you propose? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | I know a man who can get notes past the soldiers. |
| In return, though, I must have your word that Jamie will extract me from my present situation and deposit me in some safe haven. |
| I'm confident that Jamie will honor his wife's promise. |
| CLAIRE: | Fine. |
| But I'll need some paper and a quill. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Follow me. |
| Gaelic? Do you speak that barbarous tongue? |
| CLAIRE: | We both know that messages are frequently intercepted. |
| But if you don't trust me, I'm certainly happy to write it in English and just hope that your messenger boy doesn't get caught. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | You wound me, madam. |
| CLAIRE: | Your messenger is not to go anywhere near Jamie. |
| He is to deliver this to a beggar named Munro, who can be found on the road somewhere between Crich and the garrison at Hazelmere. |
| If you get this message to him, he will find Jamie. |
| (DOOR RATTLES) |
| MARY: | Claire! |
| CLAIRE: | Mary. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | I knew I was forgetting something. |
| Such a happy reunion. |
| My lovely goddaughter has some exciting news of her own. |
| She's to be married. |
| CLAIRE: | You're his goddaughter? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Well, she's certainly not a blood relative. |
| I'm sure you two have a great deal to say to each other. |
| I have some correspondence to dispatch if you'll excuse me. |
| (SOLEMN MUSIC) (DOOR RATTLES) |
| MARY: | Come with me. |
| CLAIRE: | Mary, what are we doing down here? |
| MARY: | This is the only place I can speak without feeling like I'm being listened to or watched. |
| Oh, Claire, you have to help me. |
| I can't marry Mr. Granger. |
| I just can't. |
| CLAIRE: | Who's Mr. Granger? |
| MARY: | The man my godfather's promised me to. |
| A wealthy merchant who wishes to attach himself to the family of a duke, even if it does mean marrying soiled goods. |
| CLAIRE: | A loyalist, I'll wager. |
| MARY: | Yes, I suppose so. |
| CLAIRE: | Of course. |
| Trying to play the British side by having his goddaughter marry a supporter of the king. |
| MARY: | I don't care why. |
| I just can't do it. |
| CLAIRE: | Calm down. |
| I will speak to your godfather. |
| But he just made a decision that means you might not have to marry a loyalist. |
| MARY: | Oh, would you? Thank you, Claire. |
| Thank you so very much. |
| MESSENGER: | Munro? Are you Munro? |
| FARMER: | Good evening to you, sir. |
| MESSENGER: | Good evening. |
| I'm looking for a beggar called Munro. |
| I understand he may be on this road. |
| FARMER: | I'm not likely to be asking the names of beggars. |
| MESSENGER: | But have you seen any beggars on this road? |
| FARMER: | I passed an odd little fellow in a slouch hat and a raggedy coat about half a mile back. |
| Could have been a beggar. |
| MESSENGER: | Much obliged. |
| (DRAMATIC MUSIC) |
| Hey! You there! Are you Munro? Wait! Wait! Munro! I'm looking for (GRUNTS) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (GRUNTING) I've been sent by the Duke of Sandringham to give you a letter. |
| MUNRY: | Ah. |
| Oh. |
| MESSENGER: | (UPBEAT MUSIC) It was written by a lady, Claire Beauchamp, for a James Fraser. |
| (GASPS) Customarily, I'd be given a tip on delivery. |
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| SANDRINGHAM: | Mrs. Beauchamp. |
| Tired of Mary so soon? Not that I blame you. |
| CLAIRE: | Actually, I wanted to speak with you about your plans for her marriage. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | No discussion is necessary. |
| The die is cast. |
| The bargain is struck. |
| You'll be pleased to hear that I've been speaking outside to the commander, who's agreed to withdraw the soldiers. |
| CLAIRE: | But I thought they were here keeping an eye on you. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Well, they may not be very far away or for very long, but they will go. |
| I mean, I am still a duke. |
| (FOREBODING MUSIC) (WHIMPERING) Are you all right, madam? You seem perturbed in some way. |
| CLAIRE: | How long has this man been in your employ? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Well, I hired him in Paris. |
| You're not thinking of stealing him away for your husband. |
| Danton is very loyal to me. |
| CLAIRE: | When did you hire him in Paris? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | What an odd q (DOOR CREAKING) She recognizes you! |
| DANTON: | Your Grace, I promise you I took all precautions. |
| CLAIRE: | (SCOFFS) You! You put them up to it? Your own goddaughter? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Yes, well, that was unfortunate. |
| There was never any intent that you should be killed, Mrs. Fraser. |
| That was the comte's original desire, to be sure. |
| CLAIRE: | Comte? The Comte St. Germain? |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Yes. |
| Ah I understand that you killed him yourself. |
| I'd dearly love to have the details of that encounter. |
| I owed him a rather large sum of money, you see, and I had no immediate means of payment, but I was horrified by the notion of disposing of such a delightful woman. |
| Such a waste. |
| So I managed to persuade Monsieur le Comte that simply having you raped was sufficient revenge for the loss of his goods. |
| You should really be very grateful to me. |
| You could so easily be dead by now. |
| DANTON: | And you still could be, madam, easily. |
| CLAIRE: | No, you're going to regret sending your guards away once Jamie gets here. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | I didn't send them very far away. |
| When I told the captain that I was expecting Red Jamie, he made himself a bit less conspicuous to help lure your husband into my trap. |
| Proving myself loyal to the crown by turning over Red Jamie and his traitorous English wife offers a much more permanent way of correcting misperception of my motives than going on the run. |
| You could be hanged side by side. |
| So romantic. |
| Take Mrs. Fraser to her room. |
| And lock her in. |
| (DOOR RATTLES CLOSED) |
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| (HORSE HOOVES THUDDING) (GRUNTING) |
| JAMIE: | Hugh. |
| - (GRUNTS) (SPEAKS GAELIC) (GRUNTS) Ho-ho. |
| Oh. |
| What the devil are you doing here? |
| HUGH: | (GRUNTING) Eh-ah-way. |
| (GRUNTING) - Aye. |
| - (GRUNTS) - |
| MURTAGH: | What's that now? - I dunno. |
| JAMIE: | Says it's a letter from Claire. |
| (GRUNTING) - He got it from a messenger. |
| - Ah. |
| MURTAGH: | Is that supposed to be Gaelic? |
| JAMIE: | At least, it's trying to be. |
| - What's that word? - "Sighdran." That's not a word. |
| JAMIE: | She means soldiers. |
| (SPEAKS GAELIC) I think she means soldiers around the house. |
| MURTAGH: | The word order's all back to front. |
| JAMIE: | You can give her lessons later. |
| "S." She's with Sandringham? |
| Ah. |
| MURTAGH: | (SPEAKS GAELIC) That man's the original bad penny. |
| Mm. |
| JAMIE: | You know where Bellmont House is? |
| HUGH: | Ha. Ah, ah-ooh-ooh. |
| We go, huh? - |
| JAMIE: | Aye. |
| (GRUNTS) |
| MURTAGH: | She's even misspelled "help." |
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| (TENSE MUSIC) |
| CLAIRE: | Hugh? (PANTING) |
| (LOCK CLICKS) - |
| CLAIRE: | Mary! |
| MARY: | What are you doing? |
| Why are you locked in? |
| CLAIRE: | I don't have time to explain everything now. |
| I have to get out of here and get word to Jamie. |
| MARY: | Take me with you. |
| CLAIRE: | All right, but you have to help me. |
| I think Jamie is on his way, but there are soldiers hiding in the grounds. |
| I'll go out through the kitchen, you go out the front way. |
| There's a beggar in the garden. |
| MARY: | A beggar? |
| CLAIRE: | Yes, but he's a friend. |
| His name is Hugh Munro. |
| If you find him first, then you have to tell him to warn Jamie. |
| It's a trap. |
| He can't come anywhere near the house. |
| MARY: | Me, go out in the night to meet a filthy beggar? Oh, Claire, I couldn't. |
| I couldn't possibly. |
| CLAIRE: | For God sakes! Fine. |
| Then stay here, but be quiet. |
| (TENSE MUSIC) (DOOR CREAKING SOFTLY) (DOOR CLICKS) |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Good evening, my dear. |
| Do forgive the informality. |
| I wasn't expecting a guest. |
| Nothing worse than going to bed on an empty stomach, don't you agree? Do join me. |
| (FOREBODING MUSIC) Did you truly strike down the comte in front of the king himself, or was it at the king's order? |
| CLAIRE: | It was an accident. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | I doubt that. |
| The Comte is a most distasteful man. |
| No sense of humor whatever. |
| CLAIRE: | Perhaps I shall have something to eat. |
| It's going to be a very long night. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | The time will move swiftly with such a charming companion. |
| (GRUNTS) One rumor was that you cast a spell on the Comte and that his heart just stopped. |
| (DOOR RATTLES OPEN) |
| SANDRINGHAM: | What the devil are you doing here? |
| MARY: | Uh uh I just wanted something to eat. |
| (HAND THUDS, RATTLING) (HUFFS) Just go to bed. |
| Now. |
| Lady Broch Tuarach and I are having a most amusing conversation. |
| (STIRRING MUSIC) (GASPS) - (GASPS) - (GRUNTS) |
| MARY: | Claire's downstairs in the kitchen. |
| Tell Jamie it's a trap. |
| DANTON: | Where are you going, little mouse? Ah! (GRUNTING) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) |
| MARY: | Ah, let go of me, you brute, or I'll tell my godfather how you grabbed me. |
| (TENSE MUSIC) (STIRRING MUSIC) |
| JAMIE: | Stand and watch, Hugh. |
| (MUFFLED GRUNTING) (SOLDIER GRUNTS) |
| SANDRINGHAM: | My personal favorite has you turning a broomstick into a poisonous serpent and commanding it to attack the comte, sort of like a latter-day Pharaoh and Moses Lady Moses, I mean. |
| DANTON: | Your Grace, I found Mademoiselle out on the front steps. |
| MARY: | I can't marry Mr. Granger. |
| I I tried to run away, but it was so dark, and I was so scared, and I was afraid of the soldiers. |
| - And I just couldn't - |
| SANDRINGHAM: | For God sake! Just go to bed! Now, where was I? Um, oh, yes, the snake story. |
| - Well, now good Lord. |
| - (GRUNTS) - (GASPING) - |
| JAMIE: | Claire! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) |
| DANTON: | Throw your weapon away and back off! (CLAIRE GASPS) (GRUNTS) (BOTH GRUNTING) |
| CLAIRE: | This is the man who attacked us in Paris! |
| JAMIE: | Claire. |
| DANTON: | (GRUNTS) |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Now, now, now, now, now come on. |
| Le-let's all just calm down and discuss this thing rationally like level-headed people. |
| DANTON: | It wasn't my fault. |
| He made me do it. |
| CLAIRE: | It's true. |
| He arranged the attack to pay off one of his debts to St. Germain. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | (GROANS) Y-y-y I-i-it could have been so much worse, believe me. |
| You can't imagine what the comte had in mind. |
| I just told Danton to terrify the women. |
| You know me, Jamie. |
| I'd never countenance such a vulgar thing as a rape. |
| CLAIRE: | That's a lie. |
| Rape was your idea. |
| JAMIE: | Aye, aye, I do know you, Your Grace. |
| (BOTH GRUNTING) You'll say whatever to whoever to save your own skin. |
| SANDRINGHAM: | Well, that stops today. |
| Now, I I swear it. |
| I promise. |
| JAMIE: | Aye, as you say. |
| (WHIMPERS) - (GRUNTS) - (GASPS) (GROANS) (GROANING) |
| MURTAGH: | Mary! (WHIMPERING) (GASPS) (GASPING) (AXE CLATTERS) (SQUISHING) |
| I kept my word. |
| I lay your vengeance at your feet. |
| MARY: | I think we'd better go. |
| (SOLEMN MUSIC) |
