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Directed by: Brendan Maher Written by: Ronald D. Moore First aired on September 10, 2017 Culloden Moor, near Inverness, Scotland, April 16, 1746 The third season of Outlander opens in the aftermath of the Battle of Culloden with the battlefield strewn with dead and dying Jacobites. The British soldiers are rifling through the carnage looking for and killing anyone still alive. They're also loading up weapons and rifling through pockets and such looking for loot. Soon we see our hero, Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan), obviously gravely wounded laying on pile of dead soldiers and with a Readcoat laying on top of him. Jamie is barely breating and is in great pain. He notices a lad nearby who's wounded and very afraid, and then witnesses a Redcoat spotting him and stabbing him in the side. He's hearing a lot of that going on around him, but is helpless to do anything. Jamie is fading in and out of consiousness, and flashbacks of the day keep popping up, including these: After Claire (Caitriona Balfe) has passed back through the stones, he picks up her plaid and smells it, lost without her. Then heads back to the upcoming battle intending to die. Prince Charles (Andrew Gower) is still living in his fantasy world imagining Cumberland's inevitable surrender. "The travel canteen was a gift from my father on my 21st birthday. Mark me, James, I will watch the Duke of Cumberland drink from it when this day is done." Amid the confusion of bombs and artillery, Quartermaster John O'Sullivan (Gerard Horan) and tries to convince Prince Charles, "This is nothing but a diversion! Cumberland wants to rattle our nerves. If we stand fast and force him to come to us across the moor, then we will have them sir." Jamie disagrees, "The time is now. Sire, give the command to charge while there is still a chance." Lord General George Murray (Julian Wadham) Andrew MacDonald (Jim Sweeney) are also there. Prince Charles is worthless, so the men finally just charge the field anyway, right into the Redcoat barrage. Wave after wave of Jacobites are mowed down. A few break through and there's a lot of fierce hand to hand combat with the Redcoats. Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) appears suddenly and Jamie asks him, "And where've ye been? Enjoying a wee whisky?" Murtagh replies, "Aah! Ye're welcome." Stabs a Redcoat, then confirms, "And the Lallybroch men are safe home." Jamie spots Black Jack Randall (Tobias Menzies) who's pulled off his horse. Black Jack spots Jamie, and they charge each other and fight fiercely. Black Jack cuts Jamie's leg, and tries to finish the job, but Jamie dodges and stabs him in the gut. Both are seriously wounded but continue fighting until Black Jack is just about spent and reaches his hand to Jamie, then collapses on him knocking him down. It's dark and snowing. Black Jack's body is still there, the weight of it probably keeping Jamie from from bleeding out and keeping him warm. He sees a bunny hopping about among the dead, then a whispy Claire in the distance walking slowly toward him, finally reaching out to touch his face, saying, "Are you alive?" Then we realize it's really Rupert (Grant O'Rourke) touching his face and saying, "Jamie, are ye alive, man?" Jamie replies, "Dunno." Rupert hushes him because there are redcoats still about and they're killing the wounded. "Can ye stand?" Jamie shakes his head and turns away, "No, let me be. Let me be." Rupert refuses, "I'm not gonna leave ye to die in the mud. Even if ye are a pigheaded loon who canna hold his whisky." Jamie murmers, "Drink you under the table." Meanwhile, Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies) and Claire are in what will be their new home. Claire asks Frank, "Are you sure we can afford all this." He replies, "Mm, it's a little tight, but you've always said you wanted a real home." It certainly is real. All this space just for the two of us." Frank reminds her, "Soon to be three." Claire walks into a large room between the living room and kitchen and says, "Yes, The history professor's study, I presume?" Frank's flexible. "Well maybe, The study can be wherever the lady of the house desires." Claire looks around and confirms, "Well, the lady of the house desires it thus." Then she walks into the kitchen and he follows her. The kitchen, where, presumably, the lady of the house will be rustling up various appetizing dishes and... Claire interrupts him, "Rustling?" "That's what they say in America." Then he switches to a cute American accent and says, "I mean to rustle me up some vittles." Claire chuckles, "Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up too high, partner. I'm a little out of practice these days." Frank reassures her sweetly, "Hey. I'll be happy with whatever you make." Months later (Claire's belly has grown significantly), Claire is trying unsuccessfully to light the stove, and finally gives up, muttering her favorite curse, "Oh! Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" She storms into the living room and plops down in the middle of the sofa facing the fireplace. Her face tells us that she's come up with an idea and gets up. Next we see her driving back to the house and opening her trunk where she has a stash of firewood which she's loading into her arms when she's interrupted by a nosy neighbor. Millie Nelson (Kimberly Nixon) says, "Like some help with that?" Claire declines, "Oh, no, I-I'm good. Thank you." Millie persists, "Now just you never mind. Here", handing her umbrella to Claire and taking the wood out of her hands, "I remember when I was having my first. My back ached something fierce, and that handsome, but lazy sack of bones I call a husband never did lift a finger." Claire resists her help, "I can manage, really." But Millie takes over, "Well, of course you can manage, my dear, but why should you when you can have help? Millie Nelson." "Claire Randall." Inside now, Millie asks, "Where did you learn to do that?" Claire has lit a fire in the fireplace and has several saucepans heating on a wire rack above the fire. "My uncle taught me how to cook over a campfire." Millie makes a face. "Sounds dirty. All that ash and soot." "Actually, it gives the food a really lovely, smoky flavor." "Well, your husband must like it. That's all that matters, I suppose." Claire looks unsure, "Yes, Well, I hope so." "Oh so you're just gonna spring it on him. (LIGHT LAUGH) He likes surprises, does he?" "Not really." "Well, you're a braver woman than I. I swear to God, if I surprised Jerry with something other than pot roast, meatloaf, baked beans with cabbage one night, he'd up and have a heart attack. (laughing) Hey, now there's an idea." Claire chuckles, "No, actually, I think Frank will really like something different for a change. He's very progressive. Very open-minded." Millie states, "Well, God love Jerry, and I do, despite what you might think. He's really no different than most men in this world who don't want their wives doing anything out of the ordinary. Just cook, clean, raise the kids, look pretty when they meet the boss. You're lucky. You won't find another man like Frank again." Rupert give Jamie some sips of water. "There, slowly." Then he goes over to the door where another wounded Jacobite is looking outside and asks him, "So do we run for it?" Killick (John McLarnon) replies, "I'm no' running anywhere. Barely a man here can stand. If ye can go, Rupert, then go. Dinna linger on our account." "No. I'll bide. For one thing, the British are still thick as lice out there. Even those that fled the field yesterday will no' get far. I heard the British troops passing by quick-march. It winna be hard for them to hunt down our bedraggled lot." Quite a while later (Claire's belly is much bigger now), Claire is sitting at her dressing table and Frank tells her from offscreen "Claire, darling, we need to leave in 20 minutes." She replies, "Coming, Frank", then looking frustrated she says to herself as she's applying mascara, "Got to look pretty when you meet the boss." Later Claire and Frank are at a party where Frank's boss, Dean Jackson (Colin Stinton), is making his political opinions clear, "Truman's ascension to the presidency was a an accident of history, a cosmic joke meant to humble the nation just as America's power had reached its Olympian zenith at the end of the war. And, uh, since that sad day when he took up the reins of government, the, uh, "haberdasher from Missouri" has proven himself to be totally unequal to the task of assuming the mantle of Washington, - Jefferson, and Lincoln." Frank chimes in, "Hmm. Obviously, we are both new to these shores, but if I was a betting man, I wouldn't count the Democratic nominee out just yet." Dean Jackson disagrees, "Oh, well, you're alone in that sentiment, Professor. Certainly, the press believes that his defeat in November is all but assured." Frank holds his ground politely, "Perhaps I prefer it to believing we're doomed to the presidency of Thomas Dewey." Claire joins the conversation, "Well, I read a piece just last week that said the president actually has more support than it appears." Dean Jackson is SHOCKED that Claire can read. "I beg your pardon?" But Claire expounds, "Well, I was just saying that I read a column in 'The Globe' that predicted victory for the president if he continues to pound away at the Republican congress as ineffectual, whereas Mr. Dewey only offers the voters platitudes." Dean Jackson scoffs at this, "Ha. 'A column in The Globe'. Professor Randall, you're gonna have to pay closer attention to your wife's reading habits. She keeps reading 'The Globe,' the next thing you know, she'll be trying to get women into Harvard Law." Undeterred, Claire goes on, "Harvard Medical enrolled female students three years ago." Dean Jackson scoffs, "A bone cast in the general direction of Eleanor Roosevelt and her coterie of agitators. My understanding is the girls are barely adequate in their studies. Past experience has shown few women succeed as physicians." Frank tries to come to Claire's aid by informing his boss, "Dean Jackson, I don't believe I mentioned my wife was a combat nurse with Royal Army Medical Corps during the war." "Really? Oh, well. Very patriotic, Mrs. Randall, 'pitching in in time of crisis' and that sort of thing. But I'm sure you were happy to resume more important and, um fitting domestic concerns for a lady with the conclusion of the war." Claire valently holds her tongue and grabs Frank's hand, "Yes. I'm very happy." but you KNOW what's she's thinking. "Of course you are (HE HE HE) What young woman wouldn't be at the prospect of impending maternal bliss? Um, have you had, uh, an opportunity to examine the prospectus for the, uh, spring seminar on the Wars of the Roses? Uh, I fear Professor Holloway is overloading the schedule ..." Rupert is checking on Jamie again, "You all right? You're very quiet." Jamie is in so much pain he can hardly speak, but mumbles, "I'm fine. Murtagh, Wha what happened to Murtagh?" Rupert doesn't know but asks Killick, "Any word on Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser?" I lost sight of him in the fight. I hope to God he's already dead." Then the door opens and some Redcoats come in and the leader states, "I am Lord Melton (Sam Hoare)." Rupert introduces himself and his fellows, "Rupert MacKenzie, of Leoch. And others late of the forces of His Majesty, King James." "So I surmised. I have been ordered by His Grace, the Duke of Cumberland, to execute any man found to have engaged in the recent treasonous rebellion. Does any man here claim innocence of treason?" "No, My Lord. Traitors all. Shall we be hanged, then?" Not unkindly, Melton replies, "You wil be shot, Like soldiers." I suppose that IS better than hanging. Rupert seems to think so, "Thank you, My Lord." "You have an hour in which to prepare yourselves. If any of you wishes writing materials to compose a letter, perhaps, the clerk of my company will attend to you." Claire is up early in her nightgown and robe working on getting breakfast on the table. Frank approaches saying, "Tell you, after eight years of rationing, I could wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs for the rest of my natural life." Claire says, "That's the last of the bacon, I'm afraid. I'll go down to the market later this afternoon." "All right. Did you sleep well?" "It's a little hard to get comfortable these days." The kettle on the stove starts whistling and Frank says, "I've got it." He goes to get the tea and pulls out a teabag saying, "I've said it before and I'll say it again. These are an abomination." "Well, that's how they drink it here." "Mm-hmm." Sniffing it he adds, "It doesn't even smell like tea after weeks of sitting in these little paper diapers." "There is coffee if you'd rather." "I mean, why change something that works perfectly well? Tea in a tin. Scoop it out. Put it in a pot. Is it really so difficult?" "I suppose not." "Well, I'm not sure I'll ever understand the American obsession with the new. Like everything has to be new, new, new." "Well that's one of the reasons I like this country. It's young. It's eager. It's constantly looking towards the future. ... You know, I've been thinking." "Will you pass me some toast? Thanks." "I'd like to apply for citizenship." "Really?" "Well, I've lived all over the world, and I've never really had a strong attachment to England. And I-I want our child to have a-a real home." "Our child." Frank's encouraged and reaches for her belly but she blocks him. "Since when were you never attached to England? Can you walk away from your heritage that easily? Hastings and "Magna Carta", Drake, Marlborough; the Tudors, Stuarts, the Plantagenets. These are things I fought a-a war for." Claire persists. "It's just something I want to do." Frank counters, "Well, there's no need. My employment provides us both with residency indefinitely." Now we get the felling that there's more to this... Claire is angry. "That's not what this is about." "No" Frank reaches for Claire's hand but she doesn't let him grab it." "It's about that. A wife who won't let me touch her. Admit it. You are using this pregnancy to keep me at a distance. You have retreated further and further into your shell ever since we got here." "I'm sorry." "Don't walk away, Claire. It is time we dealt with this like adults." Very angry now, "As opposed to the way that I've been dealing with it?" "Please stop! Stop and talk to me." "And say what, Frank? What is it that you want from me?" He's angry too, "I want to know when you're going to come back from the fucking past!" "You asked me to leave behind everything that truly mattered to me! And yet it's fine for you to go on about the things that you've missed in the good old days. 'Never talk about the past.' That was the bargain. And I've kept that bargain to the letter." "No, the bargain was that we raise this baby together. Our child. It hasn't even been born yet, and you will not let me in let alone touch you, God forbid." "Is it sex? Is that what this is? When you need a good fuck and you can't find one? Well, I hear there's some lovely girls at Radcliffe who would just die over your English accent." Frank fires back, "Well, I'm not the one who's been fucking other people." And Claire grabs an ashtray and hurls it at him. He ducks just in time and it crashes into the wall. Frank tries to calm down and says heavily, "I didn't force this bargain on you, Claire. I didn't force you to come to Buston. ANd I'm not forcing you to stay." "I never thought otherwise." "Go or stay. But please do it because it's what you really want to do." Frank leaves and Claire holds her belly trying unsuccessfully not to cry. Jacobites are being executed. Next up are two 17-year-olds and Rupert is trying to convince Lord Melton to spare them. "I beg ye not to judge them by the same standard that ye apply to the rest of the men. They're naught but lads. They canna be held responsible for their actions." Lord Melton doesn't have any leeway here. "His Grace has specifically directed that there be no exceptions made on account of age. I'm sorry." The boys are whimpering, and Rupert tries to comfort them a bit. "Hey, hey. Steady now, lads hey? It'll be over soon. Chin up, okay? All right." Lieutenant Wallace (Oliver Tinley) asks for their names. Giles McMartin (Ryan Ralph Gerrard) and Frederick MacBean (Rory Barraclough). They meet the firing squad together. Killick asks Jamie if he wants him to write a letter. "Something to yer family, perhaps?" Jamie declines weakly. "No. No, no. Let it be." "What about yer wife? What about Claire?" Jamie replies weakly, with a whisper, "She's gone." "Where did she go?" There's gunfire, and Lieutenant Wallace asks, "Does any man wish to be next?" Killick bravely answers, "Aye". Then softly to Jamie, "I'll take my leave of ye now, Jamie." Jamie whispers, "I'll see you again soon." Limping up to Lieutenant Wallace, he gives his name, "Gordon Killick," then heads out the door. Rupert approaches Jamie, "I'm glad ye're awake. I didna want to say farewell while you snored and farted in yer sleep." "You always snored louder than any man I ever heard." "Eh, folk always blamed me fer it, but Angus was the one who snored. ... It'll be good to see him again." "Be good to see the two of you togehter." "Huh. I'm no saying I forgive you for Dougal. But I'll no go to my grave hatin' you for it either. The Lord will judge us both, and I trust in His mercy. Farewell, Jamie." More gunfire. Lord Melton asks, "Does any man wish to be next?" Someone replies, "Aye." Rupert walks up to Wallace and gives him his full name, "Rupert Thomas Alexander MacKenzie. I mean to set a quick pace, so try to keep up." There was more gunfire, and Jamie says, "Farewell Rupert" in Gaelic, looking very sad. Frank is trying to sleep on the sofa, but there's water dripping in the kitchen sink, and the refrigerator motor is buzzing. He tries to get more comfortable, but that doesn't work, so he just gets up and goes to his desk, pulls out a piece of paper with his name and address printed on the top: FRANK RANDALL 124 Furey Street, Boston, Massachusetts He starts to write a letter and we hear him thinking the words... "Dear Reverend, I find myself in need of your assistance once more. I hope you'll indulge me in undertaking some research regarding an 18th century Highlander who fought in the battle of Culloden. His name was James Fraser." Claire interrupts, "Frank?" "Claire. What is it?" "My waters have broken." Frank switches into gear. "All right. Uh, I'll warm up the car." Lieutenant Wallace informs Lord Melton, "The ambulatory wounded have all been executed, My Lord. We'll have to carry the rest out." Lord Melton orders, "Have the Corporal of the Guard select stretcher bearers." "Yes, My Lord. Are they to be shot laying down?" Melton is shocked by this notion. "Prop them up, certainly. Good Lord. No man in the king's custody shall be shot lying down on my watch. Not even traitors." "Yes, My Lord. Sorry, My Lord." Lord Melton addresses the remaining Jacobites, "You men who are unable to walk shall be carried outside to face your sentence. Does any man wish to go first?" Then he starts to head for the door to leave the building. Jamie volunteers to be next, "Aye. Aye. Aye, get this over with." Lieutenant Wallace asks, "Name?" "James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser ... Of Broch Tuarach." That stops Lord Melton in his tracks. He makes a beeline back to Jamie. "Fraser? Are you the Jacobite known as 'Red Jamie'?" Jamie chuckles, "I've been called that by my enemies." "God's blood. Does any other man wish to go next?" Another man volunteers, "Aye. I'll go." Lord Melton quietly asks, "Does the name John Grey mean anything to you? Listen to me! Grey. John William Grey. Do you know that name?" In excruciating pain, frustrated, and exhausted, Jamie says, "Look. Either shoot me or go away." Lord Melton continues, "Near Corrieyairack. A boy, about 16. You encountered him in the wood." "Aye, the one that tried to kill me while I was taking a pish. I broke his arm, I recall." "John Grey is my brother. He told me of his meeting with you, that you then spared his life, and he made you a promise. Is that true?" "Aye, he promised to kill me." Then he cheekily adds, "But I dinna mind if you do it for him." "He said he owed you a debt of honor." The executions continue, "Present fire!" (GUNFIRE) Lieutenant Wallace is confused and asks Melton, "My Lord?" "This is a deuce of a situation, Wallace. This Jacobite scum is 'Red Jamie.' "The one on the broadsheets?" "The same. His Grace would be more than pleased to hear of such an illustrious prisoner. They have not yet found Charles Stuart, but a few well-known Jacobites should appease the crowds at Tower Hill." Wallace asks eagerly, "Shall I send a message to His Grace?" "No. This filthy wretch spared my youngest brother's life, thus incurring a bloody great debt of honor upon my family." "I see. So you can't give him to His Grace after all." "I can't even shoot the bastard. Not without discrediting my brother's sworn word." Jamie offers weakly, "I winna tell if you dinna." Lieutenant Wallace offers this idea, "Perhaps we could shoot him under an alias." Another execution, "Present fire!" (GUNFIRE) Lord Melton looks outside and says, "It will be dark in three hours. Continue with the executions and then find a small wagon and have it filled with hay. Pick a driver, someone discreet, by which I mean willing to accept a bribe, and have them here before it gets dark." "Yes, My Lord. And, uh, what about the prisoner, My Lord? What about him?" "He's too weak to crawl, let alone run. He's not going anywhere. At least not until the wagon gets here." Jamie, following their conversation, is more insistent, "I don't want to go anywhere. I want to be shot." Wallace makes a face, "Raving." "I doubt he'll live through the journey, but at least his death won't be on my head, or on my family." "Yes, My Lord. Where are we sending him?" Claire is clearly in labor and very uncomfortable, breathing deeply and moaning as the contractions hit her. Frank is with her and they're waiting at the hospital. Frank is frustrated, "They're taking their sweet time." Claire is fighting her way through another contraction. Frank tries to comfort her. "I'm here, I'm here. It's all right. Shh." "Oh oh" Frank encourages her to "Breathe." She tries to reassure him, "Oh. It's all right. It's perfectly normal. I'm glad I missed you with that ashtray." Frank chuckles, "Your aim was spot on, it was my cat-like reflexes that saved me." "Mm." A man enters the room, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs., uh, Randall. I'm Dr. Thorne (Roger Ringrose). I'll be your attending physician this evening. Frank asks, "Where's Dr. Bell?" "Uh, he was unavailable. I left a message with his service. Stay calm, do exactly as I tell you when I tell you to do it, and all will be well. There's no reason to panic." Claire corrects him, "I'm not panicking." Dr. Thorne asks Frank, "How far apart are her contractions?" Frank hasn't a clue, "Um, I'm not sure." Claire answers for him, "Three minutes." Dr. Thorn asks them, "First child?" At the same time Frank answers, "Yes", and Claire says, "No. No, I-I had a miscarriage about a year ago." "Of course. That does complicate things a bit. Higher risk factors for both mother and child. Well, I think it's time we got your wife into delivery, Mr. Randall. Give her a kiss and I'll take charge of her from here. You'll be fine." Claire tells Frank, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the miscarriage." "None of that matters now. Just promise me one thing. Try not to throw an ashtray at that doctor." Claire chuckles, "I can't promise that." Then another contraction hits and she moans with it. Frank tries again to comfort her, "Shh. God, I wish I could be there." Claire corrects him, "No, you don't. Trust me." As the medical staff usher Frank out of the room, he says, "I'll be waiting, okay? No matter how long." Dr. Thorn tells Frank, "Off you go, Mr. Randall. The father's waiting room is down the hall and to the left. Just follow the smell of cigarettes and flop sweat." Frank calls out, "Claire I love you," as he's led away Now Claire is on the delivery table with her feet in the stirrups, moaning with her contractions. The Anesthesiologist (Garry Summers) tells Claire, "Don't worry, Mrs. Randall, you won't feel a thing. And when you wake up, you'll be a mother." Claire objects to their plan, "Wait, no. I don't want to be put under." Dr. Thorn orders, "Nurse Watkins, if you'd be so kind?" Then he addresses Claire very condescendingly, "Now, now, Mrs. Randall, all is well. Well, you needn't worry your pretty little head - about anything." "Please. Don't tell me what I need. I'm perfectly capable of deciding how I want my baby delivered. I just Oh! Oh! What was that?" Dr. Thorn states smugly, "Just something to calm you down. Good night, Mrs. Randall. Leave everything to us." As the drug starts to take effect, Claire whispers, "You bastard." Back at Lallybroch, Jamie opens his eyes and moans It's Jenny, "Jamie? Jamie! Jamie, can you hear me? Jamie, can ye speak?" "Am (WHEEZING) am I dead?" Jenny (Laura Donnelly) reassures him, "Ye've come home to Lallybroch." Jamie says softly, "Lallybroch." Ian (Steven Cree) states, "I can't believe you're really home, brother." Claire is waking up in her hospital bed. She feels her belly and starts to get alarmed. "Where's my baby? (WHIMPERS) Where is my baby?" A Nurse (Joanna Harte) walks in, "Ah, Mrs. Randall, you're awake." "Where's my baby? Where's my baby? Is it dead?" "Shh. This way, Mr. Randall." Frank walks through the door holding the baby. "Claire. Claire. It's all right. Here she is." Claire is amazed by her newborn baby. "Oh! Shh Oh." He puts the baby in her arms. "There she is. It's a baby girl. She's all right. She's perfect, Claire." "Oh, you are so beautiful." Frank says, "Just like her mother." And then he kisses her. "Frank I've been so horrid to you." "No, no, no. Forget all about that. This is all that truly matters now." "Yes." Frank chuckles, "Yes. It's going to be all right. We're gonna be all right. I promise." Claire looks directly at Frank, "Maybe this right here really can be a new beginning." Frank agrees, ""Yes. For all of us." "Yes. Let's make it so." Frank says, "I love you." The nurse walks in and says, "What a beautiful little angel." "Thank you." Then she drops the bombshell: "Where'd she get the red hair?"