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Directed by: Norma Bailey Written by: Matthew B. Roberts First aired on October 22, 2017 Madame Jeanne (Cyrielle Dubreuil) is tying Jamie Fraser's (Sam Heughan) stock. She says, "There. Cannot have you strolling along High Street with your stock half done." Jamie replies, "Well ye have the advantage of peering directly at it." Madame Jeanne smiles flirtatiously, "Or perhaps it takes a woman's touch to do things properly." Jamie agrees, "I'll no argue that matter." Her reply, "A wise man." Clearly she'd like him to be her customer. Jamie strolls from the brothel to his print shop, greeting folks along the way with, "Morning." He stops to cleanup something on his A. Malcolm metal sign, then climbs the stairs and goes inside. Jamie hears some scuffling about and draws his dirk cautiously. Someone says, "He's coming." Jamie recognizes them and relaxes. "Ye can come out. The stench of seaweed and whisky betrayed ye." "Not to worry, Mac Dubh. It's just us." Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) , who we last saw at Ardsmuir prison, informs Jamie, "Young Ian said we could sleep here last night." Lesley (Keith Fleming) adds, "We lost our beds at the boarding house. Been sleeping in a cosh down near the docks." Jamie is cautious. "Ye didn't come in the front door, did ye?" Hayes says to Lesley, "I told ye he'd be upset wi' us." Jamie is miffed. "I told ye not to be seen here in daylight. This business can't afford to be associated - with the likes of you." Hayes tries to reassure him, "Dinna fash, Mac Dubh. We come when it was pitch black ootside. None save an owl coulda recognized us." Jamie makes the best of it, "Well, since ye're here, ye can make yerselves useful. These are to go to Arbroath. The owner of The Three Thistles is a papist. Deliver these to him. Once you've handed them over, dinna linger about to judge the quality of the local women or drink." Hayes assures him, "Eh, we didna plan to." But Jamie knows these guys. "Ye did plan to. That's why I told ye not to do it." Lesley asks, "Ye dinna trust us, Mac Dubh?" "Ah. I trust ye wi' my life. Trouble is, I dinna trust you wi' yer own. Be mindful. These are naught but treason. Caught, and your necks are in ropes." Geordie (Lorn MacDonald) enters above and peers over the railing, none too pleased. "I see the riffraff's here again." Hayes responds cheerily, "A pleasant morning to ye, Geordie. That boil on your neck's getting larger. Ye might want to have that lanced before ye ignite the next plague." Geordie defends himself, "It's a goiter, and it's not infectious." Lesley pushes the insult further, "Appears you have a small child hanging - on yer evvera word." Geordie addresses his reply to Jamie, "Since I am in yer service, I must come here, but must I also be subjected to yer cohorts' ridicule?" Jamie has had enough of this too. "No. No, yer right." Hayes tries to cajole Geordie, "We mean ne harm by it." And Lesley adds, "Aye. Just means we're fond of ye, is all." Geordie isn't buying their words, "Oh, well, pardon me if I don't welcome that sort of amity." Jamie orders Hayes and Lesley, "Out the back. Be quick about it. Before any customers arrive." Lesley replies, "Aye, Mac Dubh." And they leave. Jamie directs Geordie, "Before ye start yer day, Geordie, need more soda ash for the presses." Geordie isn't happy about this. "Of course. Perhaps this evening, before I leave for the day, you might share any chores or errands ye care to have done so I can carry them out on my way into the shop. So I'm no retraveling my steps." A little later Jamie is looking at some of his print jobs and hears the bell ringing that indicates the upstairs door was opened. He distractedly says, "That you, Geordie? - Took ye long enough. Where'd you go to get the ash? All the way to Glasgow?" A few seconds pass, then he hears Claire's voice, "It isn't Geordie. It's me Claire." You can tell by the blank look on his face that he think's he's having a hallucination, but then he looks up and sees her face, grabs at the table, and faints, spewing papers everwhere. As Jamie is coming to looking dazed, Claire (Caitriona Balfe) is right there, touching his face. He says something in Gaelic, then in English, "You're real." Claire blurts out emotionally, "So are you. I thought you were dead." Jamie starts to talk, then his face looks worried as he reaches a hand down to the floor. "Claire ... Oh." Claire asks, "Uh, what is it?" Jamie makes a funny face and explains, "I thought I'd lost hold altogether and pissed myself, but it's all right. Just spilled the alepot again." He gets up and starts to unfasten his wet pants, then stops himself and makes a meaningful, embarrassed face as he says, "Do you mind? Uh" Claire reassures him, "It's all right. We are married." Then she wonders, "At least, I-I suppose we are." Jamie makes another face, and strips off his pants as he says, "Aye. We are." Jamie comes closer to her, grabs her right hand and notices the wedding ring he gave her all those years ago. She says softly, "I never took it off." Jamie comes even closer, like he's going to kiss her, then stops and says, "I want ... I would very much like to kiss you. May I?" Claire, clearly just as emotional as he is, simply smiles and says, "Yes." He moves very slowly toward her mouth, then stops and says very emotionally, "We havena done this in a very long time." They have their first kiss in 20 years and it's just magical. Jamie says very softly through tears, "I saw you so many times. Ye came to me so often. When I dream sometimes. When I was in a fever. I was so afraid and so lonely, I knew I must die. Whenever I needed you, I would see you smiling, your hair curled around your face. You never touched me." Just as moved, Claire tells him, "I can touch you now." And she starts to quote something Jamie said to her on their wedding night (in the Outlander book, at the end of chapter 15), "Do not be afraid." Jamie completes the quote, "There's the two of us now." He's really, really emotional, barely holding it together. All of a sudden, Geordie, observing bare legged Jamie holding Claire from the perch on the second floor, blurts out indignantly, "I quit! I'm Free Church. Working for a papist is one thing, but working for an immoral papist is another. Do as you like wi' yer own soul, man, but if it's come to orgies in the shop, it's come too far. Oh, God's tooth. It's not even noon." He barges out and Claire looks bemused, "I hope I haven't caused you trouble." Jamie isn't worried, "Oh, he'll come back. He lives across the way. I'll explain it to him." Then it dawns on him what's just happened, and he adds, "God knows how." Claire asks reasonably, "Do you have another pair of trousers?" "Oh. Aye. In the back." He starts to walk away from her, then turns and asks, "Come wi' me? If ye dinna think it immoral." They chuckle. Jamie puts on a dry pair of pants, straightens up and looks at Claire. He says very formally, "It's, uh, It's very fine to see you again, Claire. I never thought that" Then clearly a thought strikes him and he looks at her worried but hopeful, "... Our child." Claire smiles and reaches into her pocket pulling out a stack of photographs wrapped in plastic wrap. She hands them to Jamie saying, "Here I thought you'd like to see our daughter." Jamie, stunned, asks, "'Daughter'? Our daughter? She ... She she knows?" Claire smiles and confirms, "She does." He looks at the photographs and is very surprised, "What the devil?" Claire explains, "They're photographs. They're made with something called a camera. It captures a person's likeness, like painting but with light." Self-consiously Jamie pulls out a pair of glasses saying, "I'm afraid if I'm to see, I'll need these. Hmm. Only for reading and such. For years, I had the eyes of a hawk, but my sight is no what it once was. Hmm." Claire, understanding his self-consiousness, and reassures him, "You look as dashing as ever." Jamie, still unsure, asks, "I don't look like an old man?" "Of course not. I know we've both seen a few years and all that goes with it. My hair has some gray. I dyed it. I wanted to look well, the same as when you last saw me." Jamie understands her self-consiousness too. "Time doesna matter, Sassenach. Ye will always be beautiful to me. Now show me my daughter. Her name. What did you name her?" Claire smiles, "Brianna." Jamie repeats the name, looking at the photograph of Bree as a baby, "Brianna." Then he surprises her with, "What an awful name for a wee lass." Claire corrects him. "It's not an awful name. It's beautiful. I promised you I would name our child after your father, Brian." Remembering that, Jamie continues, "Brianna. Beautiful. Tell me about her. What was she like as a wee lass? What did she first say when she learned to speak?" "'Dog.' That was her first word. And 'no' was her second one." "Aye. They learn that one fast." Claire continues, "She was such a tiny thing. She was such a good sleeper. She used to smile in her sleep just like you. She has your red hair." They share a bittersweet moment looking into each other's eyes, and Jamie says, "Like her sister Faith." Claire smiles a little, "Yes." Jamie sees a photograph of Brianna standing next to her mother. "Oh." Claire explains, "She was seven there. It was at the graduation, My graduation, from medical school." "Oh, you're a doctor now?" Claire clarifies, "Surgeon." Jamie isn't surprised by this. "Oh, you always were one. Now you have the title to go wi' it." Claire shows her a couple more photos. "This is her at home. And That's her with Smoky, our dog." Jamie asks, "Dog? What sort of dog is that?" "Newfoundland." Jamie sees another photo of Bree and deduces, "Ah. Ah. Splits wood, does she?" "Well, winters in Boston can be as cold as Scotland, but when it's warm, she likes to swim. This is one from when we were at the coast during the summer with her friends." Jamie IS shocked by this one. "Christ. Don't tell me she goes swimming in that that rigging and wi Wi' a lad?" Jamie gets up and walks away a bit. Claire tries to explain. "It's a bikini. All the girls wear them in 1968. If it's the bikini, I can assure you It's actually quite modest for the time." Jamie is very uncomfortable, but gathers his nerve and confesses, "There's something I need to tell you, Claire. I have a son Willie. I havena told anyone about him, not even Jenny. It's It's when I was in England in the service of the Dunsany family. He I couldna say he was mine. He's a bastard. Havena seen him since he was a wee lad. I never will see him again except perhaps in a portrait like this." Claire is a big shaken, but holds it together and asks the important question. "Did you love his mother?" Jamie quickly answers, "No. She died in childbirth. I am guilty of her death Before God. Perhaps more than that because I did not love her." Claire gently asks, "What's he like? Your son?" Jamie describes Willy, "Spoiled. Stubborn. Ill-mannered, loud, wi' a wicked temper. And braw, bonny, canty, and strong." Claire can see his pride in Willy, and adds, "And yours." Jamie smiles, "Mine." Claire admits, "I knew when I decided to come back you would have had a life." Jamie looks worried, and asks, "Claire did you leave Frank to come here?" "No. He died a few years ago." Jamie needs to know. "But when you returned, he took you back? He still loved you?" Claire simply said, "Yes." "What did you tell him about me?" Claire admits, "Everything. Then we never spoke about it again. It was hard for him. But he loved Brianna, so we made it work." Jamie wonders, "So you were happy wi' him?" Claire answers simply, "I was happy raising Brianna with him. He was a very good father to her." They hear a bell tolling in the distance, and Jamie is startled. "Christ. The tavern I forgot." "Forgot what?" Jamie explains, "I meant to be there at 1:00. Clean went out o' my head. You'll You'll come wi' me?" "Wild horses couldn't keep me away." Claire and Jamie are walking down High Street in Edinburgh as Claire tells Jamie what happened to Charles Stuart. "So after Culloden, Prince Charles spent many years a hunted man. He actually disguised himself as a woman and escaped to the Isle of Skye until his brother came and rescued him." Jamie asks, "So he's all right, then?" Claire answers, "For present day, yes. He's alive. But he won't live a very happy life." Suddenly Jamie spots Fergus (César Domboy) looking at them and says, "Claire." Fergus, looking like he's seeing a ghost, runs toward them. "Milady?" Claire looks him over, trying to see the Fergus she remembered, "Fergus?" "You've returned?" Claire hugs him fiercely, "Fergus." "It's a miracle. God has restored you." Claire examines him more closely, "Oh, let me look at you. Oh! Oh, you've grown into such a handsome young man." Fergus confirms this, "Aye. I have." Then he adds, "I thought I was seeing a ghost. It is really you, then?" Jamie also confirms, "'Tis." Suddenly Claire notices Fergus's wooden left hand and asks, "What happened?" Fergus answers produly, "Lost it fighting the redcoats, milady." Jamie confirms this, and adds, "Aye, bravely." Fergus is still trying to figure this out. "Where have you been all these years? We thought you dead." Thinking quickly, Claire carefully paraphrased what happened to her. "After Culloden, I, um, Well, I thought you were all dead. And I-I didn't want to bring harm to Lallybroch, being the wife of a traitor, so I left for America." Fergus addresses Jamie and heads him away, "I need to speak with you about our friend, Mr. Willoughby. Pardon us, milady. ..." When they're out of earshot, he asks, "Is milady staying? - With you?" Jamie is hopeful. "Oh, I dinna ken yet. Hope so." Fergus insinuates there my be a problem with that, "What about?" Jamie catches his drift. "Aye. Aye, I havena had time to think it through. With Claire back, I'm I'm not sure it's even a concern. I need to consult Ned Gowan, have him advise me on the law." "Aye." Jamie is brought back to the current problem, "Now, what's to do with Willoughby?" Fergus explains, "I'm afraid he's been drinking again." A street vender asks Claire, "Can I interest you in a pie?" She declines nicely, "Thank you." Then she asks Jamie as he approaches looking worried, "Is everything all right?" Jamie plays it down. "Aye. It's fine. An associate of ours has got himself into some trouble. I'm late to meet someone." Claire is worried, "Ah, because of me?" Jamie takes charge of the blame and smiles, "No. Because of me." As they continue walking, Claire says to Jamie, "I hope Fergus wasn't too shocked by my reappearance. I didn't know what to say." "Well, you, uh, told the truth of it. You did go to America." "I thought it might be wise to leave out the whole '200 years in the future' part." Jamie smiles, "Wee transgression." Claire is curious, "Where are we going now?" "The World's End." Senga (Shannon Swan) and Mr. Willoughby (Gary Young) are having a fight. Senga demands, "Give it to me!" Mr. Willoughby is speaking Chinese to her. She shouts, "Give it!" Mr. Willoughby is still speaking Chinese to her. Claire sees this commotion and says, "Please tell me that is not Mr. Willoughby?" Jamie looks embarrassed, "I would, Sassenach, but I would have to lie to ye." Then he addresses the Chinaman. "Willoughby? What have you got yourself into?" Mr. Willoughby is still mumbling in Chinese. Senga states her case to Jamie, "He licked my elbow! He said he just wanted to rub it. I told him it'd cost a penny a minute. Then he just up an' licked it! An' without paying additionally." Jamie digs some coins out of his sporran and hands them to her. "Your payment In full." Claire starts to introduce herself to Mr. Willoughby, "Hello, I'm Claire Ran" Jamie quickly cuts her off by finishing her sentence, "Malcolm. My wife." Mr. Willoughby asks, "Wife?" Jamie continues the introductions, "This is Mr. Willoughby, my, uh associate." Jamie asks Claire, "Would ye mind waiting here? Must attend to that business I spoke of. I'll be in the back just there." "Course." Jamie adds to Claire, "I'll no be long." Then he says more sternly to Mr. Willoughby, "Sit and behave. Look after my wife." Mr. Willoughby agrees, "Of course." Claire and the Chinaman sit at a table and Claire states bluntly, "I assume Mr. Willoughby is not your real name." "No. Yi Tien Cho. It means 'leans against heaven.'" "That's lovely. Why don't you use that name?" Mr. Willoughby explains, "Yi Tien Cho sounds very much like a coarse Gaelic word, so your husband thought Willoughby would do better." "I see." Meanwhile, in a back room of the tavern Jamie meets Sir Percival Turner (Paul Brightwell) who is grumpy and has been waiting a while. He asks, "Do you suppose I enjoy idling in dank rooms in unsavory establishments?" Jamie says dryly, "I canna say what you enjoy." Sir Percival Turner continues, "I should say not, being unsavory yourself." Jamie tosses him a bag with money in it. Sir Percival mentally weighs it and concludes, "Seems a trifle light, Mr. Malcolm." Jamie assures him, "'Tis the amount we settled upon." "At the outset, perhaps, but there is word you have branched out from the High Street, as far as Arbroath and Dundee. With that comes further tax." Jamie denies this accusation, "I can assure you I only sell the agreed amount." "Forgive my impertinence, Mr. Malcolm, if I cannot rely on your word. I will expect a 25% increase at our next meeting." Jamie stands his ground. "And ye'll be disappointed. I only sell on the High Street." "We shall see, Mr. Malcolm." Back in the tavern we join Claire's and Mr. Willoughby's conversation. Mr. Willoughby explains, "After that, he gave me food and work. If not for him, I could've died. Jamie is true friend. I owe him my life." Jamie approaches them saying, "We should go, Sassenach." "Mr. Willoughby was just telling me how he stowed away on a ship from China, and that when he got here, he he was starving and almost died until you saved him." Jamie smiles, "Aye. He is a very interesting man." Claire says cheerfully, "Well, I hope to see you again." Mr. Willoughby responds to her kindness, "Uh, I would like that, uh, very much." He speaks something else in Chinese. Claire asks him, "What does that mean?" But Jamie answers her question, "Honorable wife." Claire is very surprised, "You speak Chinese?" Jamie admits, "I manage to understand a wee bit." Claire respectfully addresses Mr. Willoughby by his real name, "My pleasure, Yi Tien Cho." Mr. Willoughby says something else in Chinese. It's dark outside now, and Jamie is taking Claire to a building. They enter, and it is obvious that this is a house of ill repute (there are a lot of naked people frolicking about). Madame Jeanne spots Jamie and makes a bee-line to greet him, "Monsieur Malcolm". Jamie greets her too, "Madame Jeanne." Madame Jeanne spots Claire and addresses Jamie, "Monsieur Malcolm, if I might have a word in private with you." Jamie says politely, "Of course, but first, allow me to introduce my wife. Madame Malcolm." Madame Jeanne is clearly agast. "Your wife? Monsieur Malcolm, you bring her here? I thought a woman Well enough, but to insult our own jeunes filles is not good, but then a wife?" With effort, she pulls herself together and greets Claire, "Bonsoir, Madame." Claire responds politely in French, "De même, enchantée." Madame Jeanne is clearly not enchanted with Claire, "Hmm." Jamie asks her, "Is my room ready, Madame? We shall be spending the night." "Of course." Then she barks out an order to the maid, "Pauline (Jane MacFarlane)? Would you fetch up hot water and fresh linens for Monsieur Malcolm and his, um Wife." Pauline answers, "Right away, Madame." Jamie thanks her, "Merci, Madame. Bonsoir." And she replies, "Bonsoir." as Jamie leads Claire up the stairs. In his room, Jamie looks a bit uncomfortable. We can hear voices in "professional flirtation" through the walls. "I, uh It's no much, but it's convenient. Take your cloak off, Sassenach." Claire wants answers, "So, uh ... You live in a brothel?" "Aye. I'm sorry, I knew it wasn't right to bring you here, but we are in need of a hot supper, and it's a good deal more comfortable than my cot at the print shop. Perhaps it was a poor idea. We can leave if ..." Claire still needs an answer, "Why do you have a room in a brothel? Is it because you're such a good customer?" Jamie is agast at her assumption, "Oh, no. No, I'm not a customer of Madame Jeanne. She's a customer of mine and a good one. She keeps a-a room for me because I'm often abroad late, tending to business. I'd soon have a place I can come to for food and a bed at any hour. Privacy." OK, Claire concedes, "Sounds reasonable enough." Now Jamie gets to his most pressing question, "Sassenach, Why have you come back?" Claire counters with her own question, "Why do you think I've come back?" "I dinna ken. You're the mother of my child, and for that alone, I owe you my soul. But have you come back to be my wife again or only to bring me word of my daughter?" Claire clarifies, "I came back now because ... Before, I I thought you were dead." "I meant to die. Tried hard enough. How did you find out I hadna died or where I was?" "I had some help. A young historian, he tracked you down to Edinburgh, and when I saw 'A. Malcolm,' I I thought it might be you. So I took a chance." Jamie needs more. "And then ye came back? But still Why?" Claire is worried, "Are you trying to tell me something? Because if so, I I know you have a life now, and perhaps there are other ties or ..." Jamie responds passionately, "I have burned for you for so long, do ye not know that? But I am no longer the man you once knew. You and I, we We know each other less than we did when we were first wed." Claire asks kind of despirately, "Do you want me to go?" Jamie answers honestly, "No, I don't want you to go. But I must know. Do you want me?" Claire comes towards him saying sincerely, "Whoever you are, James Fraser, yes I do want you. What about you? How do you know what I'm like now? I could be a horrible person for all you know." Jamie smiles, then says as they come together, "Suppose ye might be, at that. But, d'ye know, Sassenach I dinna think I care." Claire agrees, "Neither do I." And they start to kiss, but Pauline interrupts them as she sweeps into the room, "Dinner, Mr. Malcolm. Good evenin' to ye." Jamie thanks her. "Thank you kindly, Pauline." Jamie pours them some wine and toasts with, "|Slàinte Mhath" In a voiceover while they're dining, Claire states, "We ate slowly, savoring each other as much as the meal before us. We began reminiscing about our life together those many years ago, then carefully filling in details of our time apart. We began to know each other again and discover whether we were, in fact, the same two who had once existed as one and whether we might be one again. After we finished, the same thought was uppermost in both our minds. It could scarcely be otherwise." Jamie gets up from the table and boldly asks, "Will ye Will ye come to bed wi' me, then?" Claire smiles at him and answers, "Yes." Excruciatingly slowly they undress each other. When Claire is down to her stays, Jamie looks confused and asks, "Where are the laces?" Claire explains, "It's a zipper. You just pull the tab straight down." He does, and she's left with just her shift. Jamie unties the ribbon and she shrugs it off, standing shyly in front of him. He's stunned, just looking at her. Her modesty springs forth and she tries to cover herself with her hands, saying, "You bloody well say something?" Jamie finally finds his voice, "Christ. Claire you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Claire is of course pleased by his words, but then jokes, "You must really be losing your eyesight." She steps closer. "I want to see you." Jamie shucks off his shirt and they're both facing each other, naked. She asks shyly, "Are you as scared as I am?" "I suppose I must be afraid, aye?" Claire has an idea. "Do you remember on our wedding night? We were both scared. You held my hands. Told me it would be easier if we touched." They touch. Then Jamie remembers too, "Aye, when we were wed, I saw ye standing there. So bonny in your white shift. I couldna think of anything but when I could have you alone, naked, next to me." Claire asks him, "Do you want me now?" Jamie answers passionately, "Oh, God, yes." He lowers her onto the bed, and then his head cracks into her nose. "Ah." Claire cries, "Ow!" Jamie is concerned, "I'm sorry, have I hurt ye, Claire?" "I think I've broken my nose." Jamie knows better. "No, ye haven't. When ye break your nose, it makes a nasty crunching sound and you bleed like a pig. It's all right." He kisses her again, then tries to lift her further back on the bed but accidentally pulls her hair in the process. "Sorry." They laugh together. This bit of humorous awkwardness past, they get serious again, he kisses his way up her chest until he finds her mouth, and they kiss passionately. Claire is getting hotter and hotter, and pretty darned impatient for their ultimate reunion. She orders him, "Do it now. And don't be gentle." He doesn't need to be told twice. Somewhere along the way he says, "Give me your mouth, Sassenach. Oh, God. Oh, Claire. - Oh, Claire." Later they're having some sexy pillow talk. Jamie says, "Your breasts are like ivory. Christ! To touch you, Sassenach. You with your skin like white velvet and the sweet long lines of your body. God. I couldna look at ye and keep my hands from you nor be near you and not want ye." Claire asks, "Is that how you felt first time we lay together?" Jamie answers, "It's always been forever for me, Sassenach." Claire muses, "Mmm. It's like riding a bicycle, I suppose. Did you know that you have more hairs on your chest than you used to?" "No. No, I dinna usually count them. What is a bicycle?" Claire continues, "I just mean Well, we seemed to remember what to do all right." Jamie smiles, "Huh. Did you think we could forget, Sassenach? I may be lacking in practice, but I havena lost all my faculties yet." They hear some laughing through the thin walls, and Jamie states sheepishly, "I should have taken ye to a tavern." "It's all right. Although I must say, of all the places I imagined being with you again, I never thought of a brothel." Jamie defends his character, "Hmm. I'm not a saint, Sassenach, but I'm not a pimp either." "Good to hear. So do you want to tell me what it is that you do, or shall I just run down the list of disreputable possibilities until I come close?" Jamie smiles. This sounds like a fun game! "Hmm. What's your best guess?" "Well ... You're not just a printer." "Why not?" Claire notices his obviously impressive physique. "Because you're far too fit. And most men in their 40s have started to go soft - around the middle - Hmm. You haven't a spare ounce on you." Jamie explains, "Well, that's mostly because I don't have anyone to cook for me. If you ate in taverns all the time, you wouldna be fat either." He swats her rump. "Luckily, it looks like you eat regularly." Jamie gets out of bed naked and strolls over to the table and picks at the remnants of their dinner. "Don't try and distract me. You don't get muscles like that slaving over a printing press." "You ever worked one, Sassenach?" "No. I don't suppose you've taken up highway robbery?" Jamie sits down at the table. "Hmm. Guess again." He throws a grape at her, still in bed. Claire continues, "Kidnapping for ransom." Jamie shakes his head slightly, "Oh." "Petty thievery? Can't be piracy, and not unless you've gotten over being seasick." Pouring wine, "Hmm." "And you were a traitor the last time I knew you, but that doesn't seem like a very profitable way to make a living." "I'm still a traitor. Though, uh, havena been convicted. Lately." "Lately?" "I spent several years in prison for treason for The Rising. Uh, but that was some time back." "I knew that. And a bit more. So what is it that you do for a living these days?" "I am ... A printer." Claire goes on, "Uh, and a traitor?" "Hmm. I have fought wi' sword and dirk many times. The English took them away. No, the press was a-a weapon into my hands again. I've been arrested for sedition six times in the past two years. And had my premises seized twice though the court wasna able to prove anything." He's walked back to the bed with some food and wine, and plopped a grape in Claire's mouth. Claire asks as she's chewing the grap, "So what happens to you when they do prove it one of these days?" "A likely hanging." Claire makes light of it, "Oh. Well, that's a relief." Jamie says, "I did warn ye." "You did." Jamie asks, "Do ye want to leave now?" Claire wiggles up to him sitting on the bed, kisses him, and says sincerely, "I did not come here to make love to you once. I came back to be with you." She kisses him some more. Jamie is very serious too. "I canna tell ye, what it felt like when I touched ye today and knew you to be real. To find you again and to lose you." Claire reassures him, "You won't lose me. Not unless you do something immoral." Jamie reacts to that, looking a bit guilty. Claire notices his reaction, "What is it?" Jamie starts, "It's just ..." Claire sits up a little straighter and asks, "Is there something else you haven't told me?" Jamie explains, "Well printing seditious pamphlets isn't all that profitable." Claire relaxes a bit and wiggles back down onto the bed. "I wouldn't think so. So what else have you been doing?" Jamie throws out, "Wee bit of smuggling on the side." "Smuggling what?" "Whisky mostly and cognac, brandy some rum now and then, and a wee bit of French wine." Claire puts the pieces together, "So that's what you meant by Madame Jeanne being a customer?" "Aye, it works very well. We store the liquor in a cellar below when it comes in from France. Some we sell to Madame Jeanne directly and some she keeps for us until we can ship it on." Claire presses for the fine details of their business arrangement. "And and as part of those arrangements, you ..." Jamie catches her drift. "Uh, the answer to what you're thinking, Sassenach is no." "Mind reader, are you?" "You're thinking do I take out my price in trade, aye?" Claire reasons, "Not that that's any of my business." He's onto her. "Isn't it, then?" Claire is serious, "Is it?" Jamie reassures her, "Aye." Claire wants to hear him say it, "And you don't with Madame Jeanne?" Jamie quickly and firmly squashes her doubts, "I don't." They make love slowly and very tenderly. Afterward, Jamie lifts his left leg out of the sheet covering them, and Claire notices the long scar on his thigh, tracing it. "How?" "Culloden." His face reveals painful memories. Claire tells him sincerely, "I will never leave you again." Jamie reassures her, "Ye were right to leave. Ye did it for Brianna. Ye were a wonderful mother, Claire. I know it. Ye gave me a child, Claire. She is alive, safe. Because of her, we will live forever. You and I." They kiss, and snuggle, and fall asleep together. A while later they're still in bed, Claire is sleeping and Jamie is just watching her. She stirs, rolls towards him, and says, "I wanted to see if you were really here." Jamie says very softly, "Maybe I'm a ghost." Then he chuckles. "I could watch you for hours, Sassenach. See how you've changed, how you're the same. Your hair Mo nighean donn. Ye recall? My brown-haired lass." "Well, yes. A long time ago, you asked me what it was between us." "I remember. What it is when I touch you and you lie with me." Claire remembers too. "I said I didn't know." "I dinna ken either." Claire agrees, "I still don't." "Well, it's still there. Aye?" They share another sweet kiss. "Hmm." "I never thought I'd laugh in a woman's bed again, Sassenach, or even come to one, save as a brute blind with need." Claire asks sadly, "Is that what you'd do when you had the need?" Jamie is uncomfortable talking about this subject. "Claire, I I" Claire reassures him, "We don't have to rush it." Jamie asks, "Are you sure?" Claire only needs to know one thing. "I only have one question. Did you ever fall in love with anyone else - After I left?" Jamie states clearly. "No. No, Sassenach. I never loved anyone but you." That obviously was the right answer, and they start kissing in ernest again. Pauline, the maid, knocks at the door and says, "Breakfast, Mr. Malcolm." Jamie has other appetites that need to be satisfied first. He tells her, "Come back later, if you will." Claire asks, "Don't you want to eat?" Jamie affirms, "Aye." And then proceeds to show her who he wants to "eat". Jamie is sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace buckling up his boots as Claire wakes up. She asks, "Where are you going?" He smiles and says, "Go back to sleep, Sassenach. I have to take care of some business. I dinna want to leave ye, but I must. Just to remind ye, you're Mrs. Malcolm here in Edinburgh. Not Fraser." Claire salutes him. "Understood." Jamie orders/asks, "You'll stay here till I return?" Does this EVER go well? Claire assures him, "I'm not likely to go anywhere. My legs are like Jell-O." Yet another odd thing Claire says that Jamie doesn't understand. This is a common occurance that he takes in stride. "Jell-O? Hmm." He kisses her sweetly. "Hurry back, soldier. Mmm." Claire is still in her shift scavenging scraps from last night's dinner when there's a knock at the door. Then it opens as Claire asks, "Jamie?" But it's NOT Jamie, it's Young Ian (John Bell) looking a bit surprised to see her there. He says, "Sorry, mistress. Are you Mr. Malcolm's woman?" Claire answers sheepishly, "I suppose I am. Uh, who are you?" "Ian Murray, mistress. I'm looking for Mr. Malcolm. But I best be on my way." Claire grabs a blanket that she wraps around her and says, "Wait, hold on. Come in. Did you say Murray? Are you Jenny and Ian Murray's son?" "Aye. How'd you know?" "I knew your parents a very long time ago. Your uncle and I, we ... How old are you?" "I'm 16. And dinnae worry, I'm old enough to know what sort of a place this is. Meaning no offense to you, of course, mistress." Claire smiles, "There's none taken. Very nice to meet you, Ian. I am, well I'm your aunt, Claire." "But - You're dead." "Well, not yet." Young Ian tells her, "You know, some of the auld women at Lallybroch used to say you were a wise woman, a white lady." "Oh." "Or maybe even a fairy. They say as how, when Uncle Jamie came home from Culloden without you, that maybe ye'd gone back to where ye came from, back to the fairies. Is that true? D'ye live in a dun?" Claire explains, "No. I was in the Colonies. I went there after I thought Jamie had died at Culloden." "Huh. So you've come back to him?" Claire smiles, "I have." "Well, very pleased to meet you, Uncle Jamie's wife. When ye see him, will ye tell him I'm looking for him?" "I will." Then he leaves. Claire, still in her shift with the blanket wrapped around her, descends the stairs, presumably following the smell of breakfast. She encounters three ladies of the evening at a table laughing and eating. Dorcas (Kiera Lucchesi) says to Claire descending the stairs, "Dinna be shy. Sit and join us." Claire replies, "Thank you." Peggy (Kirsty Strain) observes, "You're the new lass, eh? Wee bit older than Madame usually takes on. She likes them no more than 5 and 20, but I'm sure you'll do fine." Claire sits down and Dorcas notes, "Oh, she's got good skin and nice bubbies." Peggy is curious, "Here's us going on. What's your name, dearie?" "Claire." "Well, I'm Dorcas. And that's Peggy and Mollie." Claire smiles at them, "Hello." Peggy just smiles, taking her measure. "Hmm." Dorcas is the friendliest one. "Ye ye look famished. Eat something, then we can get to know ye." Claire says, "Thank you." Molly (Kimberly Sinclair) observes, "Had a rough one for yer first, aye?" Claire tries to clarify the situation, "I'm not ..." Peggy interrupts, noting, "Your neck. It's red." Dorcas is also observant, "An' by the manner ye walked in here, a bit sore between the legs as well?" The girls all giggle at this. Molly is amused by Claire's discomfort, "Oh, look, she's blushing. You are a fresh one, aren't you?" "Never mind." Dorcus offers helpfully, "After breakfast, I'll show you were the tubs are, and you can soak your parts in warm water. Be good as new for tonight." Peggy adds, "Make sure ye show her the jars of sweet herbs. Put them in the water. Madame Jeanne likes us to smell sweet." Molly offers her tip, "And a warm bath after helps stop a bairn from coming." Claire, the doctor, tries to set things straight. "Well, actually, mugwort is very effective, in stopping pregnancy." But these girls are professionals. Peggy offers her best advice, "If there's one thing we ken, dearie, it's how to steer clear of a kitling. The girls use a bit of sponge dipped in vinegar or a wee bit o' wine in a pinch. You stick that way up ye nether mouth, ye'll no get a squeaker." OK, Claire just says, "Hmm." Molly notes that there's "An early customer." She adds, "I hate it when they come during breakfast. Ye canna digest yer food properly." Peggy reassures Molly by clarifying the house rules, "Well, ye needne worry, Molly. Claire'll have to take him. Newest girl takes the ones no one wants." Dorcas offers Claire some helpful advice, "Ye put your finger up his bum. That'll get him off faster than anything. I'll save a bannock for ye." Claire is a bit unsettled, but still manages to squeak out, "Thank you." Madame Jeanne approaches the table agast that Claire is their with her girls. "Madame, and what are you doing here?" Claire says flatly, "Eating." Madame Jeanne asks, "Did no one bring you food this morning?" Claire wasn't about to tell her the real truth, that it was offered but they had other appetites to quench first. "Well, um, no " "Merde. I'm so sorry. I will have that worthless maid flayed for this." Claire tries to smooth it over. "Oh, it's quite all right. I was actually having a lovely chat with the ladies." Madame Jeanne is having none of this. "If you please. I will have the rest of your meal sent up to you." Claire's brunch is over. "Hmm. It's all right. I've had enough. Mmm. It's nice to meet you all. And thanks for the tip." Then she leaves and heads back to Jamie's room. Madame Jeanne snaps her fingers at Molly, who is obviously the newest girl, indicating that she's to take care of the early customer. Molly leaves grudgingly. Claire returns to Jamie's room, and is startled by a man rifling through their things. She demands, "Who the hell are you?" Barton (Ian Conningham) closes the door, scowls at Claire, and says, "None of your concern." Claire demands, "You need to leave." Barton isn't budging. "No whore tells me what to do. Now, when I'm finished looking for what I'm looking for, you can earn some coin. Wait on the bed." Claire is clearly frightened, but she tries to reason with him. "I think you're mistaken. I don't work here. This is my husband's room." Barton sneers, "Husband? Is that so? Then you can tell me where he keeps his ledgers." Claire replies honestly, "I have no idea." Barton threatens, "Maybe if I fuck you, it'll jar your memory." Claire has had enough of this and yells. "Just get out!" But he grabs her by the throat. ARGH! Gotta wait until next week to find out what happens.