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Directed by: Brendan Maher Written by: Matthew B. Roberts First aired on September 24, 2017 Boston, 1956 Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies) is cooking breakfast. Claire (Caitriona Balfe) asks, "Is that what I think it is?" "It is. A full English breakfast." Claire guesses, "Black pudding?" It is! "Ah, fingers off." Claire sniffs, "Mmm. And bread fried in bacon fat?" Frank confirms, "Of course." "What's the occasion?", she asks. Frank explains, "Well, Brianna came home from school the other day and asked for Eggo toaster waffles, so I've decided she needs more Englishness in her life." "And your plan is what? Are you going to feed the Americanness out of her?" Frank reasons, "Well, it's either that or I replace her beloved Dr. Seuss with Dickens." "Mm." Frank calls, "Brianna, breakfast is ready." Claire is estatic, "Oh, that's delicious. I've missed that." "Good. Perhaps I'm onto something." Claire states, "You know, I don't have class tonight, and I've read about as much as I can about gallbladders. Maybe we could go see a film later. Joe said 'The Searchers' is fantastic." Frank looks uncomfortable, "Um..." Claire continues, "Or, you know, if you're not in the mood for a western, we could go see 'Carousel.'" "No, that sounds that sounds lovely." Chuckling, he says, "I've seen them both." "Oh, both, really?" Frank confirms, "Yes." Now she get's it, "Oh, um..." Frank tries to defend himself, "Uh, we..." Claire breaks in, "No, no, I'm I'm sorry." "We agreed we were free to..." "No, of course." "I'm I'm being discreet, Claire." "Yes, you are. Thank you." Frank|There she is. Brianna comes in and hands her mother a paper, "For you." "Oh. Oh, that's wonderful, darling. Really lovely." Ardsmuir Prison, 1755 Lord John Grey (David Berry) approaches the prison and asks his companion, "Is it always so gloomy?" Harry Quarry (Jay Villiers) answers, "Chin up, My Lord. The drink here is fine compensation. I left you a list of booze-merchants. Paperwork's the worst of the duty. After that there's not a great deal to do, really, save to hunt for grouse and Frenchman's Gold." Lord John is interested in that last bit, "The fortune in bullion that Louis of France sent to Charles Stuart? They say the Highland army hid it somewhere on the moor." Quarry adds, "I was captivated by it my first year, determined to find it. But after a few years I finally yielded to my better senses. However, the man that does deliver a treasure such as that to London would certainly have the attention of the Crown." Lord John states, "I understand the prisoners to be mostly Jacobite Highlanders." Quarry confirms this, "Yes, and docile as sheep. No heart in them after Culloden. God, I'll be glad to get back to civilization." Lord John asks, "Not much in the way of local society, I gather?" Quarry chuckles, "My dear fellow. 'Society' will consist solely of conversation with your officers and one prisoner." "A prisoner?" "You'll not have heard of Red Jamie Fraser?" Lord John answers, "Of course. The man was notorious during the Rising." "Well, we have him. He's the only Jacobite officer here and the only man we keep chained. Lasted as a fugitive for six years after Culloden. Prisoners treat him as their chief. They call him Mac Dubh. I don't know what it means, a sign of respect of some sort. If matters arise, he acts as their spokesman. Guards are all afraid of him. Those that fought at Prestonpans say he's the Devil himself." "Poor Devil now." Harry Quarry adds, "You'll need Fraser's good will and cooperation. I had him take supper with me once a week. You might try a similar arrangement." Shocked by the idea, Lord John returns, "I'll not dine with that prisoner." Harry Quarry concedes, "As you wish. Well, I'll leave you to it. Good luck, Major." Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) asks, "Have ye seen ye're new governor yet? I had a look at him in the yard." Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) replies, "We havena spoken." Hayes reasons, "Well, better the Devil ye ken, than the Devil ye don't. Mac Dubh, am I wrong?" "No, Hayes, ye're no' wrong. I canna say if ye're right yet." Someone gives Jamie a cup, "For you, Mac Dubh." The familiar voice of Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) asks Jamie, "So ye've seen the new governor, then? Is that what the neep-heids were blathering about?" "Aye. I've seen him. Seems familiar. I canna place him. Name is Grey." Murtagh chuckles and coughs, "Matters not. All the mollies look alike. Take God's own eye to tell one from another." More coughing... Jamie counters, "They say the same about us." "They could tell well enough if they allowed us to wear our tartans." Murtagh is fingering a scrap of his old tartan. But Jamie warns him, "Best tuck that away. Ye know the punishment for having it." "Aye." More coughing... "So ye took no measure of the man?" Jamie sums up Grey, "He's gey young. Looks scarce more than a bairn. Carries himself well. Shoulders square and a ramrod up his arse." Murtagh chuckles and coughs, "The ramrod is standard issue in the British army." Jamie notices something on Murtagh's arm, "Ye've been bitten again." Murtagh confirms, "Aye. The rats are growing uncommon bold." Jamie hands him a bunch of thistles, "This'll help with the festering. And la grippe as well." "Och, not more of yer damn thistles. Do ye think me a pig?" Jamie adds, "Stubborn as one. It's only milk thistle. Take the heads off, mash the leaves, stems." Murtagh coughs some more. Jamie continues, "I learnt the trick from a lass who knew a fair amount about healing." (CHAINS RATTLING) A man leads Jamie in chains to Lord John and states, "The prisoner, sir, as commanded." Lord John says, "James Fraser." Jamie confirms, "Aye." "I am Major John William Grey, the governor of this prison. I believe you and Colonel Quarry had an understanding." Jamie confirms again, "We did." "I would like to continue that. You acting as spokesman for the prisoners." "Fine." Mackay (Martin Docherty) asks, "Where would you like your supper served, sir?" Lord John addresses Mackay, "In here, prisoner, if you please." Then he's startled by a rat and exclaims, "Damn my eyes! It's after my supper. Has the prison got a cat?" Mackay answers, "There're cats in the storerooms." "Well, fetch one up here at once." Then he asks, "Are there many rats in the cells?" Jamie answers, "Great many." Mackay adds, "They sometimes scurry across my chest whilst I'm sleeping, sir." Lord John orders, "If you will, Mackay, please ensure that each prison cell is provided with its own cat." Jamie and Mackay glance at each other meaningfully. Lord John asks, "Something the matter, Mackay?" But Jamie answers, "With respect, sir, I dinna think the men would care to have a cat takin' all their rats." Lord John looks incredulous, "Surely, the prisoners don't eat them?" Jamie quips, "Only when they're lucky enough to catch one. God knows what you did to be sent here, but for your own sake, I hope you deserved it." Mackay asks, "Will that be all then, sir?" Lord John answers, "Yes. For now." Boston, 1958 The livingroom of Claire and Frank's house is full of Claire's medical school colleagues. Joe Abernathy (Wil Johnson) is posing with Claire as Brianna (8/10 Yrs) (Gemma Fray) is taking a picture of them, with Frank's help. Brianna orders, "Mama, hold your diploma up a bit higher." Frank counts down, "Three, two, one, cheese. Very good. All right, who's next, maestro?" Brianna orders, "Just you and Mommy now." "Okay. Me and Mommy." Claire says, "Mm, all right, all right." Frank's looking kind of worried, "Darling, shouldn't you be leaving for Fontaine's? I don't want you to miss your reservation." Claire is unconcerned, "There's plenty of time." Frank really looking confused, "Really?" Claire clarifies, "It's for seven." Brianna asks, "You're coming with us, aren't you, Daddy?" Frank, looking guilty, says, "Uh, I wish I could, my angel, but, um, I have some work I need to finish." Yeah right! Brianna isn't having this and says testily, "If you're not going, I'm not going." Claire trys to reason with her, "Bree?" Frank chimes in, "You'll have a lovely time, I promise. I thought the reservation was at six." Claire confirms, "No. Sorry, it's seven. Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair soon enough." Joe Abernathy calls Claire, "Calling Dr. Randall." Claire goes to him, "Oh, excuse me." Joe says, "Dr. Joe's salvation elixir." Claire asks, "Is this your prescription for everything?" "Nothing a cold martini won't cure." Then the doorbell rings and Claire walks to it saying to Joe, "Mm, you are going to be a horrible doctor." Claire opens the door and says pleasantly, "Oh, may I help you?" The attractive blond woman standing there, her name we learn later is Sandy (Sarah Macrae), looks startled, "Oh I'm sorry. I ..." Frank approaches with Bree, "Claire? Bree, go and play." Claire puts two and two together and says pointedly to Frank, "Your work, I presume?" Then she pulls herself together and addresses her guests, "Here, my darling. Everyone I have an idea. Why don't we go to the restaurant now? And if they can't seat us early, we'll just entertain ourselves at the bar." An old man is walking down the road as the Ardsmuir wagon approaches him. Corporal Brame (Neil Ashton) says, "The Devil? Halt! Bring me that man! (SPEAKING GAELIC) Who are you, sir? How do you come by this place?" Duncan Kerr (Murray McArthur), the old man, says quietly, "The gold is cursed." Corporal Brame asks, "Did he just say gold?" Duncan Kerr is speaking a mixture of Gaelic and French, and a little bit of English. Corporal Brame orders, "Take him with us." Duncan Kerr rambles on, "The gold the gold is cursed." Lord John is in the prison yard while Jamie is being lead up to him in irons. "Mr. Fraser. Thank you for coming. I summoned you because a situation has arisen in which I require your assistance." Jamie asks warily, "And what might that be, sir?" "A man named Duncan Kerr has been found wandering the moor near the coast. He appears to be gravely ill, near death even, and his speech is deranged. However, certain matters to which he refers appear to be of substantial interest to the Crown. Unfortunately, the man in question has been heard to babble in a mixture of Gaelic and French, with no more than a word or two of English." Jamie gets the drift, "And you would like my assistance to translate what this man might have to say?" Lord John confirms, "I've been told you speak both Gaelic and French. We haven't much time." and starts to whisk him away with him, but Jamie's not cooperating with this play. "I fear I must decline, sir." Lord John is surprised, "Might I inquire as to why, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie tells him, "I'm a prisoner. Not an interpreter." Lord John takes a different approach, "Mr. Fraser, if you do what I ask, I will have your irons struck off. I understand you've been wearing them for three years. I can't imagine how heavy they must feel. I have, however, two conditions. You give a full and true account of whatever the fellow says, and you relay to no one, save me, any information you glean." "And I have but one condition, sir. That you provide blankets and medicine for all the men that are ill." Lord John seems a little surprised by this. "A most ambitious request. We're in short supply of both and I can't possibly bring that about." "Then this conversation is over, sir. Return the irons if you must." Lord John says earnestly, "Mr. Fraser, believe me when I tell you that I would honor your request if I were able." Jamie narrows down his request, "I would settle for one man, then. My kinsman, Murtagh Fitzgibbons. He's been struggling to survive here ever since Culloden." Lord John agrees, "I will inquire as to what we have in stores." "Then you have a bargain, sir." Claire has been waiting up for Frank to return, and then asks increduously, "You invited her here? Where our daughter lives." Frank defends himself, drunkenly, "You were taking the car, so she was she was just picking me up, huh." Claire continues her attack, "You really dislike me that much? It's my graduation, for God's sake, Frank. You humiliated me in front of my new colleagues." Frank strikes back, "Oh, welcome to the club." "What the hell does that mean?" Frank shushes her, "Keep your voice down. You'll wake Brianna." Claire asks again more quietly, "What does that mean?" Frank continues, "It mean (SIGHS) It means you're not as good an actress as you think you are, Claire. Do you honestly think anyone at Harvard believes that we're happily married? You've convinced no one. And let's not forget, it was your idea to lead separate lives." Frank defends his girlfriend, "Do not call her that. Sandy has a Ph. D. fellowship in historical linguistics. She's no fucking harlot." Claire sneers, "Does she? Well, I'm sure you two will have plenty to discuss, then." Frank says nastily, "Oh, are you jealous now? Green ain't your color, Claire." Claire counters, "Oh, go to hell. You knew how important today was to me. You did this deliberately. You you wanted to hurt me." "Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, Dr. Randall." Claire asks, "Have you fucked her in our bedroom? (CHUCKLES) Have you?" "I think our bedroom is far too crowded already. Wouldn't you agree?" Claire exhales sharply, "Fine. Let's stop with the pretense, Frank. File for divorce." Frank's surprised, "Divorce?" Claire's had it. "Why not? You'd have your freedom." "Yes. I would. When Jerry divorced Millie a a year ago, he he gained his freedom, but he lost his children for it. The court ruled that a a child needs a mother more than his father. He rarely sees them now. That I will not let that happen to Brianna and me." Claire says sincerely, "I would never keep Bree from you. Well, we could work out a compromise." Frank's not buying it. "Forgive me, Claire, if I don't risk everything on your promises. You have not been very good at keeping them. Anything else you'd like to discuss while we're here? Jesus Christ. Oh, there is a reason why we are so terribly bad at charades, my darling." Lord John is waiting just outside the door while Jamie speaks softly to Duncan Kerr in Gaelic, "Be still, my friend. All you say will be told to the English. What do you ... know of the Frenchman's gold?" Duncan Kerr repeats again in English, "The gold is cursed." Speaking Gaelic, "Do ye be warned, lad. She hid them. Aye. It is theirs ... she says it. For the sake of him who is dead. Her brothers and her home. She is death. He is dead. The MacKenzie is dead." Jamie tries to bring him back to the subject, "The gold, man." Speaking Gaelic, "Where is the gold?" Duncan Kerr continues, "All of them." Switching to Gaelic again, "All dead! Colum, Dougal, ... Ellen, too! Folk do say how Ellen MacKenzie did leave ... and go to wed ... with a silkie from the sea. She says it." Jamie tries to pull him back, "The gold." Speaking Gaelic, "Man, where is the gold?" Duncan Kerr warns, "Do ye be warned, lad. It was given by the ban-druidh, the white witch." Jamie perks up at this, "Who is she? The white witch?" Duncan Kerr continues, "She...she seeks a brave man, a MacKenzie. Aye." Jamie tries again, "Speak to me man." In Gaelic, "Tell me again." Duncan Kerr ends with, "She will come for you." Then he dies. Lord John asks, "Well, Mr. Fraser, tell me what he said." Jamie shakes his head, "Speaking of white witches and selchs." Lord John was expecting more. "Selchs? White witches? That's it? You're holding back." Jamie states firmly, "I keep my bargains, sir." Lord John looks doubtful, "Do you, Mr. Fraser? I suspect there is more to this story. I can force you to talk." Jamie is serious. "There's nothing you can do that hasn't already been done to me, so try if you must." Lord John lets it go for now. "We will speak again, Mr. Fraser." Claire and Frank sang her, "Happy birthday to you - Birthday to you Muah." Brianna (Sophie Skelton) states, "Well, I know what I'm wishing for." Claire takes a hard line, "Well, don't waste it on a car. Because you're not getting one." Frank is obviously the more obliging parent, "Oh, wish away. You never know." Murtagh and Jamie are talking. Jamie has what looks like some weeds in his hand. Murtagh looks disgusted, "This is worse than yer last putrid concoction." Jamie defends with, "It's all I can manage." Murtagh asks, "What happened with Kerr?" Jamie answers, "His speech was a mad rant, not much made sense. Said the gold was cursed. Mentioned something about ..." Murtagh, coughing, is impatient, "Get on with it before I die of old age." Jamie continues, "A white witch who had, uh, some connection to the gold." Murtagh is interested, "A white witch? And ye're thinking after all these years?" Jamie says, "Of course not." But of course he IS. Murtagh asks skeptically, "But is it even possible?" Jamie shakes his head, "I dinna ken." "I wish we could know what became of her once you sent her through the stones." Jamie says sadly, "Wishing will no bring her back." Murtagh is sad too, "But I think of her every now and then. And the wee bairn that she was carrying." Jamie has experience with this. "Try not to think of it. It will only bring ye pain and suffering." Murtagh adds, "Can I at least pray them sound?" A man says, "Fraser, get up." Jamie answers Murtagh's question, "Aye. That ye can." Lord John addresses Jamie, "I am told you used to dine with Colonel Quarry. I trust you'll do me the same honor now." Jamie is on to him, "You think yer pleasantness will loosen my tongue?" Lord John looks affronted, "Of course I didn't mean ..." Jamie shoots him down, "Ye can return me to the cells, if ye have that in mind." Lord John trys to reason with him cordially, "Mr. Fraser, I only ask for you to dine with me in attempt to forge a connection between us better suited to our situation here. Lovely." Jamie sees an advantage, "Fine. Then I'll ask your leave to hunt for ourselves; since the Crown cannot supply the men with adequate food." Lord John looks agast, "A hunt? Gi give you weapons and allow you to wander the moors? God's teeth, Mr. Fraser." Jamie clarifies, "Not weapons. And not wandering. Give us leave to set snares upon the moor when we're cutting peats. And keep such meat as we take. We could also gather watercresses, sir." Lord John is surprised, "What for?" Jamie clarifies, "To eat." "Why?" Jamie explains, "Well, eating green plants will stop ye getting scurvy." Utterly shocked, Lord John asks, "Wherever did you get that notion?" "From my wife." "You're married?" Jamie says sadly, "She's gone." "I see. Well I shall take your proposal under consideration. Now may we please begin? The pheasant will get cold. Extremely feeble-minded bird, all but beg to be shot. Nonetheless, quite tasty in a wine sauce, wouldn't you agree?" Jamie surprises him, "Aye. Vin de Bourgogne. The sauce." Lord John looks a little confused, "I, um I'm not sure." Jamie is telling the story about his dinner with Lord John to the other prisoners and they are hanging on every word. "We had, uh, roast pheasant in a wine sauce." Murtagh asks coughing, "Oh, red wine?" "Aye. Aye, vin de Bourgogne. Yeah, the bird was served with with carrots and nips, fresh herbs, uh, cruss of rolls topped with butter." Another man says dreamily, "Slow down, Mac Dubh. I want to savor every morsel." Murtagh coughs. Jamie adds, "Then we had fresh salmon." The prisoners are outside with some guards and a wagon. One prisoner runs off saying, "We're just checking the snares." Another man states, "Aye, the governor said that we could." A soldier orders, "Stay on them." Another soldier answers, "Yes, sir." This is all a distraction for the guards. While they're not looking, Jamie and a couple of prisoners hide Jamie in a trench with some grass thrown over him. Jamie says, "Come on, lads." A guard orders, "Slow down. Stay with them." Another guard says, "On it, sir." Someone says, "Easy, boys." A prisoner pulls up an empty snare looking sad, "I've got nothing." Another prisoner pulls up a snare with a dead rabbit, "I've got one!" Another prisoner says, "That's my snare." The first one says, "Rubbish, this is my one." The other one argues, "No, it's not." The first one says, "Yer just jealous because I've got one and you havena." Lord John has been informed that Jamie "Escaped." Corporal Brame states to Lord John, "We checked behind that brush." They are looking out to a small island with some sort of building on it. Lord John asks, "Are you sure the patrol caught sight of him here?" Corporal Brame answers, "Yes, sir. Thought they saw him swimming out to the islands." Lord John orders, "I want the cliffs searched in both directions. Keep an eye out for boats below. God knows there's room enough to hide a sloop behind some of those islands." Corporal Brame reasons, "If he went in anywhere along this stretch, Major, you'll have seen the last of him. Sir, it's been three days now." Lord John is discouraged, "I do not need reminding, Corporal. Remain here until nightfall, then return to the moor." Jamie sneaks up behind Lord John as he's relieving himself, "Yeah, that's how it's done, William Grey, second son of Viscount Melton. How long did it take yer comrades to find ye after we tied ye to that tree? Were ye there so long as to shite yerself?" Lord John is surprised, "You remembered." "Aye. After ye called me to yer quarters that first day. I tend to remember anyone who tries to slit my throat." Lord John asks, "Why did you not speak of it before?" "I was waiting for the proper occasion. Why did ye not remind me?" Lord John says sheepishly, "I think you know why." FLASHBACK TO THEIR FIRST MEETING Jamie is threatening Claire for Lord John's benefit, "Maybe indifferent to yer own welfare, but perhaps ye may have some concern - for this lady's honor, huh?" Claire screams for effect. 16 year old Lord John falls for the ruse, "All right! Release the lady and I will tell you whatever you wish." BACK TO CURRENT TIME Lord John states, "They were the actions of a foolish boy and I regret them to this very day. The mere memory of them burns shame into my gut. But fortunately for you, my foolishness at Corrieyairack saved your life at Culloden. Did it not?" "Aye. Your brother Lord Melton was an honorable gentleman." Lord John states the obvious, "And my family debt to you has been discharged." Jamie wryly adds, "But not yer promise." Lord John asks, "Promise?" Jamie clarifies, "When last we parted you vowed " FLASHBACK AGAIN Young Lord John vows, "I owe you my life. I should hope to discharge that debt in the future. And once it is discharged, I will kill you." BACK TO CURRENT TIME Jamie shoves the sword in the ground, kneals down, and says, "Well, sir here I am." Lord John puts the sword to Jamie's throat, but says, "I am not a murderer of unarmed prisoners." Later Jamie admits to Lord John, "I told ye faithfully all that Kerr told me that night. What I didna tell ye was some of what he said had meaning to me." "What meaning was that?" "I spoke to you of my wife." Lord John says, "Yes. You said she was dead." Jamie corrects him, "I said she was gone. She was a healer. A white lady. The word in Gaelic is ban-druidh. It also means witch." Lord John get it. "The white witch. So the man's words referred to your wife?" "I thought they might be. And if so, uh, I had to go to see for myself. There was nothing there to do with her. She is truly gone." Lord John asks, "And the gold, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie chuckles, "King Louis never sent gold to the Stuarts. All I found was a empty box save for one jewel." Lord John looks skeptical, "It is a moving story, Mr. Fraser. Yet there is no evidence that is the truth." Jamie holds his hand out and says, "I give ye my word my story is true. And I have this as well. I saved it thinking it might be useful if ever I were to be freed." Contratulations Class of '66 A woman at the podium is reading off the graduates' names and people are applauding after each: "Mary Peterson. Sandra Phillips. Brianna Randall." Frank says proudly, "That's my girl." The woman continues reading names, "Kevin Riley. Amanda Ross." Claire meets Bree's eyes and mouths to her, "I'm so proud of you." The woman continues, "Megan Sanborne." Corporal Brame motions to Murtagh, "Fitzgibbons is over there." Jamie questions, "What's this, then?" Corporal Brame informs him, "The governor ordered me to accompany the doctor here to treat your kinsman." Lord John and Jamie are playing chess and talking comfortably. Lord John states, "It's good to see your friend, Fitzgibbons, is better." "Aye. Very much. After three months of tending by your physician he's in fine fettle. Why ye cunning wee bastard. Where the hell did ye learn that trick?" Lord John says proudly, "My elder brother taught it to me." "Ah, Lord Melton, ye mean." "Yes." "Your brother very stubbornly refused to shoot me. I wasna inclined to be grateful for the favor at the time." Lord John seemed surprised, "You wished to be shot?" "I thought I had reason." Lord John opens up, "What reason was that? I mean no impertinence in asking. It is only at that time, I felt similarly. I lost a particular friend at Culloden. He was the reason I joined the army. He inspired me. My brother was there when I found him dying. I didn't even have the chance to say a proper good-bye. Hal dragged me away. He was embarrassed, you see. He said I would overcome it. Come to terms with it. In time. Hal is generally right, but not always. Some people, you grieve over forever. Do you find your life greatly burdensome, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie answers, "Perhaps not greatly so. I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care. That is emptiness. But no great burden." "Your wife, she was a healer, you said?" Jamie chuckles and smiles, "She was. She ... Claire. Her name was Claire." Lord John seems moved, "You cared for her very much, I think." "I meant to thank you some time, Major." "Thank me? For what?" "That night we first met at Corrieyairack. For what ye did for my wife." ANOTHER FLASHBACK Jamie says, "Perhaps ye may have some concern for this lady's honor, huh? Huh?" Young Lord John yells, "Let her go! All right, release the lady and I will tell you whatever you wish." BACK TO THE PRESENT Lord John understands now. "Hmm. That was your wife?" "You were a worthy foe. Do you blame me?" Lord John chuckles, "If you found a 16-year-old shitting himself with fear a worthy opponent, Mr. Fraser, it is little wonder the Highland army was defeated." Jamie goes on, "Well, a man that doesna shit himself with a knife held to his throat has either no bowels, or no brains. Ye wouldna speak to save yer own life, but ye would to save the honor of a lady. I admire that." "Your wife was in no danger at all." "But ye didna ken that at the time. Ye thought to save her life and her virtue at the risk of yer own. Oh, I've thought of that now and again since since I lost her." Lord John says kindly, "I see. I am sorry for your loss." Then he reaches across and puts his hand on Jamie's. Jamie says distinctly and quietly, "Take yer hand off me ... or I will kill you." Frank comes up to Claire who's looking tired. "Tough surgery? I can tell by just looking at you." "Oh, they all seem tough these days." Frank reasons, "You've done what you can." "Yes." "Worrying about it now won't change it." Claire just says, "Hm." "Ah, well, I've said it all before." "You have." Then she chuckles and asks, "What is it?" Frank blurts out, "I'd, uh, I'd like to take Brianna to England." Claire seems happy by the idea, "Oh, that's lovely. How long would you go for?" Frank charges ahead, "Well I've been offered a position at Cambridge. A good one." Claire seems confused, "An offer?" Frank just says, "Mm." Claire asks, "What about the hospital? My patients? Frank, I can't leave Boston and move to England." Frank states coldly, "I'm not asking you to leave. I want a divorce, Claire." Claire is stunned, "A-a divorce?" "Yes." "Well, we talked about this years ago and you said ..." "No, I know I know what I said. But Brianna's 18 now." Claire asks, "Does she know about this plan?" "No, not yet. But I think she'll come. Between med school and the hospital, you've barely been here." Claire is furious!, "How dare you." "Claire, please. There are fine universities there. Oxford, for one, where I still have some pull." "And what about Candy? Hm?" Frank corrects, "Sandy. We'll get married as soon as I'm free." Claire scoffs, "Oh, you're going to marry her? For God's sake, Frank. Be serious." Frank is resigned to it. "I'm finished with this, Claire." "You've been waiting. All this time, you've just been waiting for the clock to run out. Well, Brianna is my daughter. And you will not take her anywhere." "Yeah, well, I don't think I'll have to." Claire yells, "You bloody bastard!" "Be reasonable, Claire." "You want to divorce me? Fine. Use whatever grounds you like except adultery, which you can't prove because it doesn't exist. If you try to take Brianna away from me, I will have a thing or two to say about adultery, Frank." "This isn't about you and me anymore. Brianna is a grown woman. She she can make her own decisions. She has her own life. I would like to live the rest of my life with a wife who truly loves me. You couldn't look at Brianna without seeing him. Could you? Without that constant reminder. Him. Might you have forgotten him, with time?" Claire says sadly, "That amount of time doesn't exist." Frank grabs his keys and storms out. Meanwhile, the phone rings and Claire answers it. "Dr. Randall. Yes. Are they prepping for surgery? Okay, I'll be right there." START WORKING HERE The prisoners at Ardsmuir are all lined up. Corporal Brame orders, "Prepare to march the men." Another man says, "The ships sail at nightfall." Corporal Brame addresses Jamie, "Fraser?" In the background a man orders, "To the right. Close your ranks." Jamie is confused, "What's happening?" Corporal Brame answers, "Prison's closing. The prisoners are being removed. The fortress is to be garrisoned by the Queen's Seventh Own Regiment of Dragoons." "Removed? To where?" Corporal Brame states, "The colonies." A man in the background is ordering, "Quickly, now. The journey ahead is long." Jamie asks, "Where am I being taken?" Some man says, "Keep your line." Jamie questions Lord John, "Grey?" But he's just being pulled away with his hands in shackles. No chance to even say good bye to anyone, including Murtagh. Lord John says to Jamie, "It's been three days. You're going to have to talk to me eventually." Jamie states flatly, "'Tis no better than slavery." Lord John corrects him, "A term of indenture is not slavery. The other prisoners will regain their freedom after a term of 14 years." "If they survive. Why was I not sent to the territories or the colonies wi' them? Why do you keep me here, Grey? " "You are not merely a prisoner, but a convicted traitor, imprisoned at the pleasure of His Majesty. Your sentence cannot be commuted without Royal approval. His Majesty has not seen fit to give that approval. I couldn't give you freedom, Fraser. This is the next best I could manage." "Where am I to go, then? " "It's called Helwater. You'll serve Lord Dunsany. I shall visit you once each quarter, to ensure your welfare." "Welfare?" "But I caution you your new host is not well disposed to Charles Stuart or his followers. You can scarcely hope to conceal the fact that you're a Scot, a Highlander at that. It you will consider a piece of well-meant advice, it might be judicious not to use a name as easily recognized as your own." "Why? Why would you do that for me? I didna let ye have yer way." "I regret that particular moment of weakness. It was foolish of me. But I told you about someone I cared for. And you did the same. You gave me my life all those years ago. Now I give you yours. I hope you use it well." "Yer brother discharged that debt." "For the sake of the family name. I discharge it for the sake of my own. Now, Mr. Fraser, let's be on our way." Claire is addressing the husband of one of her surgical patients, "Frances is in recovery. She's stable, and her vitals are good. The best thing you can do for her now is get some rest." Patrick (Shane Quigley Murphy) says, "Thank you." Joe Abernathy approaches her, looking sad, "It's Frank. There's been a car accident." Claire runs down the hall and goes into a room where Frank's body is laid out. "Oh, Frank. If you're still close enough to hear me, I did love you. Very much. You were my first love." Lesley (Keith Fleming)