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Directed by: Charlotte Brandstorm Written by: Karen Campbell and Shannon Goss First aired on November 26, 2017 Claire (Caitriona Balfe) has just jumped off of the Porpoise into the ocean. In a voiceover she says, "I was relieved to find land. But as to what land I'd found, I had no clue. It wasn't Grand Turk, that much was certain. It was far too big, and I had floated far too long. And worse, I had no idea where or how I would find Jamie." She has obviously been in the water for some time, falls asleep while hanging onto something that is helping her float, and goes under, which revives her, and she realizes she's near land and swims ashore, gathers her belongings, sets them out to dry, and then heads inland through a fairly dense jungle. In another voiceover she recalls, "I remembered the rule of threes. Humans can survive three minutes without air, three days without water, and three weeks without food. Right now, my most urgent need was water." Eventually she finds some drops of water sitting on very large leaves. She drinks what she can and continues searching for more. The voiceover continues, "I continued further inland, hoping to find a road. A road meant civilization and a town at the end of it. Perhaps there was a port on the other side of the island where I could buy passage to Jamaica." She walks until the light fades, then tries to find a comfortable enough place to sleep. To stay warm, she uses her survival skills to make a fire. In the morning she wakes up with her legs covered in ants. Desperately swatting them off, it's clear that she's been badly bitten. It's very hot and uncomfortable the next day. She improvises some shade to rest under, then moves on. Her ant bites are looking worse and worse. Exhausted, the next night she leans against a tree and falls asleep. In the morning she wakes to a huge snake wiggling across her chest. Argh! Still she continues on until she just can't go any further and passes out. In the distance Father Fogden (Nick Fletcher) is preaching to the forest. "Serve ye the Lord with gladness. Enter into His presence with exceedingly great joy. Know ye that the Lord is God." He has a dog that notices Claire and comes to investigate. Claire wakes up in a hut strapped to a wooden bed. She's badly sunburned and extremely thirsty. Mamacita (Vivi Lepori) is nearby and comes to offer her some water. Claire is grateful, gulping the water. "Ohh. Mm. Wa water. Ah, ah. Mm." She must have fallen back asleep, because she wakes up later with Father Fogden in the room. He offers her more water. "Ohh. (COUGHING) Please (PANTING) untie me." Father Fogden says, "Oh, splendid. Ludo, she is awake. Ludo found you on the path the other day. He was gravely concerned for your well-being." Claire sighs and asks hoarsely, "Where am I?" He says, "An Englishwoman. What good fortune. I'm Father Fogden. Your most obedient servant, madam. Welcome to Hacienda de la Fuente." Claire asks, "Please untie me." He complies. "Of course. Mamacita thought it best to keep you restrained to keep you from scratching yourself raw." She struggles to sit upright, and he helps. "Allow me, my dear. Up." "Mm." He offers her some more water. "I thought you might benefit from some nourishment." "Thank you." "Take care not to drink too quickly." Claire says, "I know. I'm a doctor." He's surprised. "A woman?" "From the American colonies. It's more common there." Father Fogden notes, "Healer of the sick. Like Saint Brigid." Claire counters, "Oh, I'm no saint." He replies, "Well, pardon me if I don't believe you. It seems your powers have bestowed us with our new arrival. Just this morning, one of my she-goats gave birth successfully. First newborn we've had in a long while. How did you come to be here?" "Where exactly is here?" "The Island of Saint-Domingue." "It's just to the east. My husband's traveling to Jamaica and I need to find him." Father Fogden offers more information. "There is a village. St. Luis du Nord, where there are fishing boats that might carry you to Cap-Haitien, 30 miles distant." Claire asks, "How long does it take to get there?" He replies, "The village is a day's walk from here and to travel from there to Jamaica. No more than two days, with a favorable wind." Claire muses, "I might make it to Kingston in time, if I leave tomorrow." Father Fogden laughs. "Tomorrow. No, no, no, my dear. Coco says it is far too dangerous. Even for a lady as gifted as yourself. Thankfully, Coco just reminded me that if you were to go overland, you might encounter Maroons." Claire doesn't recognize that term. "Maroons?" He explains, "Escaped slaves. Having fled their masters, they take refuge in the remote hills. They can be a rather unpredictable lot. Did you encounter any on your way here?" "No." "And, what of pirates?" he asks, "I-I didn't see any." "Those unscrupulous ruffians are a blight upon our isle, ransacking and plundering whomsoever they might Ah, ah, ah! Coco, mustn't stare! It's rude! My sincere apologies. Yes, she is a pretty lady. Not like my Ermenegilda. But but pretty nonetheless. Mamacita? You will, no doubt, require clean garments, will you not?" Claire agrees. "Suppose I will." To Mamacita he suggests, "Ermenegilda's dress, perhaps?" Mamacita is emphatic! "No. Too small for that cow." In Spanish she continues, "Give her your old robe, if you must." Then she leans toward Claire and sniffs. "You stink." In Spanish again, "It's time for you to wash." Outside, Mamacita puts a bar of soap and an old robe over a chair next to an old wooden bathtub filled with water. Claire strips off her badly soiled shift and climbs in gratefully. She washes her face and hair, smiles, and settles in, noticing the goat skulls hanging all around her. Later the three of them are at the dining table preparing to eat. They both cross themselves and Claire follows suit. Father Fogden explains, "Fried plantain mixed with manioc and red beans. One of Mamacita's special dishes." Claire signs and compliments the food. "It's very good." Then she asks Father Fogden conversationally, "So, how was it that you came to Saint-Domingue?" Father Fogden clears his throat and begins his tale. "15 years ago, I traveled to the island of Cuba to do the work of God, tending to the needs of the poor and of those whose souls were in peril. Until I met her. Ermenegilda Ruiz Alcantara y Meroz. To my surprise, she longed for me as I yearned to be with her. Our love could not be subdued." Claire speculates, "Must've been very complicated. You being a priest, falling in love." "Quite right. Which is why we ran away. Far from the reach of Don Armando, cruel husband a man of great wealth and influence. It was God's will that we escaped Don Armando's grasp unscathed." Claire asks, "How so?" "The English invaded Cuba the very day we fled. It was impossible for Don Armando to locate us amidst the chaos which ensued. I would like to think it was my loyalty to the Crown which allowed for that stroke of fortune. We rode to Bayamo and paid passage for a boat which brought us safely here. But soon after our arrival, my Ermenegilda became unwell ... and May her soul rest in peace." "I'm so sorry." He gets up and grabs a wooden box and his pipe. "May I offer you some yupa? It can make one feel quite, uh, euphoric." Claire declines, "Quite all right, thank you." "The village that you mentioned earlier, how do I get there? I would like to leave tomorrow morning." Father Fogden laughs at that. "Allow you to journey alone? Good heavens. Coco and I could never forgive ourselves if you were to do that. No, I shall accompany you." "That's very kind." "Next week." "Next week? I'm afraid I can't wait that long." "You need your rest." "What I need is to reach Jamaica." "Although your spirits seem much improved, you are not yet well enough to undertake such a journey. Perhaps in two weeks' time..." "I am a doctor, for Christ's sake. I think that I know when I am fit to travel." "Madam Physician, blasphemous language is not permissible in my home. I fear that your irritability is due to your fatigue. Traveling would only exacerbate your already delicate condition." Mamacita chimes in saying curtly in Spanish, "Let her go. We did our Catholic duty", then in English, "That whore must go." Father Fogden answers her in Spanish. "She is welcome here. She has brought us good fortune." Mamacita continues the argument in Spanish, "Why do you want to keep her? You wish her to become Ermenegilda? That jezebel...could never replace my baby." Claire gets up and walks away while they continue the fight in Spanish. "I didn't say she would. But the goats have flourished since she arrived--" "You are a fool! She must go! I've had enough of having this woman in the house! Now, I'm the one that's in charge. I don't want to see her again. Is that clear?" "It's clear." "Shut up!" Mamacita storms out and slams the door behind her. Father Fogden calls after her, "Mamacita! Claire in an adjoining room says in voiceover, "I was determined to get to St. Luis du Nord with or without Father Fogden's help." She sees a small mirror on a table and sticks it in her pocket as Father Fogden enters the room. Father Fogden walks over to his late wife's dress. "I see you're struck by the sight of this. A most eye-catching garment. It was Ermenegilda's." Claire admires it. "It's a very beautiful dress." Father Fogden continues, "My apologies for the quarrel you witnessed. You see, Ermenegilda was Mamacita's only child. The agony of losing a daughter haunts her still." "I understand." "So a visitor especially one of the fairer sex... Mamacita fears that I will forget her daughter. Which, of course, I could never do. When you love someone as much as I loved Ermenegilda, it never leaves you." Claire agrees. "No. It doesn't." Father Fogden sees that she understands. "You have loved someone so much that you would risk everything for them." "My husband. And if I don't make it to Jamaica I could lose him forever." "Then you must be reunited with him." Claire tries again, "Then perhaps we could leave for St. Luis du Nord tomorrow morning?" "What a wonderful notion. (LAUGHS) I will consult with Coco in the morning. He will know if the time is right." ARGH! The next morning Claire wakes up and notices her clothes on a chair nearby. In a voiceover she notes, "My clothes had been washed and mended. Clearly, Mamacita wanted me to go. But I still needed to convince Father Fogden." She notices Father Fogden's "coconut-friend" in a wooden box hanging on the wall and comes up with her plan. After dressing, Claire is holding and talking "Coco" within earshot of Father Fogden. She's trying to use his tactics. "Yes, I'm feeling much better. Thank you for asking. Well, I will be very careful ... And Father Fogden will take very good care of me, as well." Father Fogden joins her and she greets him. "Oh. Good morning. Coco was just telling me that today's a good day to go to the village." Mamacita is yelling from outside, "Father! Father, Oh my God! Father! Father come quickly!" He races out of the house and down the steps running towards her, yelling "What's the matter?" in Spanish. She's carrying a skinned goat's head as she's running towards him. She says in Spanish, "A Chinese sailor killed Arabella! Roasted her on a spit." Claire comes outside and witnesses this exchange. Father Fogden examines the goat's head as Mamacita says, "He ate her." "Arabella. My poor Arabella." He carries the goat's head over to a wooden table and sets it down, then retrieves a jar filled with bugs and pours them over the head, saying, "If our Lord cares even for the tiny sparrow, how can he fail to care for my Arabella? Voracious little fellows. From a sacred cave called Abandawe." Claire remembers Margaret Campbell's rant, "Abandawe will devour ye! Abandawe! Abandawe." Claire asks, "Abandawe?" Father Fogden explains, "It is hallowed to the natives of Jamaica, a place of great power. It is said that folk disappear there. How could those wretched sailors do this to my beloved Arabella? Kill her, roast her on a spit as though she were some sort of feral animal. To think of her A feast for a Chinaman." That get's Claire's attention. "A Chinaman?" "Yes. He murdered my Arabella. Mamacita saw him." "The ship he was on, was it nearby? What else did she see?" He turns to Mamacita and asks in Spanish, "What else did you see on the beach?" She answers him in Spanish, "Many sailors and broken sails on the beach..." He translates for Claire, "Many sailors and broken sails scattered on the sand." Claire asks urgently, "Where is the ship now?" Irritated, he answers, "What does that matter? Those heathens ate my Arabella." "And I am sorry for that but I need to know how to get there." "Devils, the whole lot of them." "How do I get to the ship?" Mamacita helpfully points out the direct, saying "Run. Now! To the right. Then keep going straight! Straight ahead! Run! Yes, that way!" Claire runs through the brush towards the beach. Jamie (Sam Heughan) is on the beach looking toward their ship frowning, looking very discouraged. He says to Fergus (Céesar Domboy), "The sea holds untold dangers." "Aye, milord. Those seen and unseen. Even knowledgeable mariners must be wary - of uncharted shoals." They're carrying rope, tools, buckets, etc. What remains of the crew are working to fix a broken foremast. Jamie says, "Hm. And those gales didn't help matters. 'Tis lucky only the foremast fell and the hull remains intact. There's naught to be done for the men we lost, but no shame in grieving for them." "I do not grieve for them, Milord. There were times during our journey I wished Captain Raines dead. Warren, too. Now they lie at the bottom of the sea with Mr. Murphy. I fear the Lord's wrath for my unholy thoughts." "The Lord is merciful. Ye may have impure thoughts, but Wi' a pure heart, ye will have His forgiveness." Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) says, "'Tis hotter than the Devil's arse." Lesley (Keith Fleming) replies, "Aye. Must be what it's like burning in hell." Jamie says, "Dinna fash, lads. The foremast will soon be mended. With luck on our side, we'll be on our way to Jamaica." Lesley says, "Ohh." Hayes adds, "Plenty of rum and rations." Lesley adds, "And lasses." Hayes teases, "What lass would lie wi' ye? Ye're like a tatterdemalion and smell of fartleberries." The other men all laugh! Lesley says, "Ye dinna look (SNIFFS) Or smell any better." They all laugh again. Then Jamie observes, "If ye worked as hard as ye gabbed, we would have been long under way." Second Mate Baxley (Russell Crous) observes, "The men are growing restless." Jamie replies, "I dinna blame them. I'm eager to get to Kingston myself. Be reunited with my wife." Baxley states, "With Captain Raines dead, I can man the helm. But I shall leave charge of the men and the captain's quarters to you." Jamie agrees. "I'll no argue that matter with you." Baxley offers, "The next tide could serve us if we had more hands." Jamie looks over at Marsali (Lauren Lyle) and says, "I ken someone who's a fine hand wi' a needle who can help us with the mainsail." He walks over to have a conversation with her, "Marsali." The men continue working and talking. "Aye, just over there." Claire is running through the jungle toward the beach. Back on shore, the men are working to carry the mast "Two, one." "That's it." Flash to Claire still running... The crew is still working on the beach. "Ye boat." "Get those crates loaded." "Lesley, over there." "Ah! - Get that box for me." As Claire is running she cuts right her arm on a sharp branch. It's bleeding profusely... "Hurry up and take down those tents." Claire is getting closer and closer to the beach. But by now, all of the crew are back on the Artemis, putting the patched foremast back into place. "Heave." Jamie says, "That's it. Keep going. How long until we can depart?" Baxley answers, "If we have her rigging in place, we make sail tonight when it's cooler, that the tar on the foremast might harden." Claire has finally reached the beach and sees the Artemis. She yells, "Jamie! Jamie!", and waves her right arm, but of course he can't see or hear her. But she reaches into her pocket and pulls out the mirror and tries to direct the sunlight to the ship as a signal! Back on the ship, Jamie says, "Check the yardarm." Then he notices the wiggling light and orders, "Baxley, hand me yer spyglass." He sees Claire on the beach. "Sassenach. Claire!" They launch a small boat back to the shore. Jamie hops off and runs toward her yelling, "Claire!" They are so relieved, running towards each other. "Jamie!" Jamie says, "Claire! Thank Christ." They kiss, then he says, "I feared I'd lost ye again." Another long kiss. Then he notices her bleeding arm and asks, "What happened to ye?" Lesley observes, "Mac Dubh's wife turns up in the most unlikely of places, - does she no?" Hayes agrees, "Aye. She just drops in out of nowhere." Mr. Willoughby (Gary Young) is stitching up Claires arm. It's obviously very painful. "Ohh. Oh." Jamie says, "Strange as that priest may have been, Sassenach, I'm grateful he took ye in. Still canna believe ye jumped from a ship into the ocean." "Well, I had to tell you about the warrants. Sir Percival found the body in a cask of creme de menthe" Mr. Willoughby reasons, "We should've cut that body up, left nothing to find." Claire warns, "Jamie, Captain Leonard is an ambitious young man. He won't stop looking for you." Jamie counters with, "And I won't stop searching for young Ian. Leonard canna arrest a man he canna find. Dinna fash, Sassenach. I was a wanted man when first we met." Claire replies, "Yes, well, I didn't like it much then either." Last stitch. "Ohh." Jamie says, "We best get to Jamaica before Leonard does." "All finished, Honorable Wife." "Thank you, Yi Tien Cho. I couldn't have done it better myself." Jamie gives her a jug of liquor to drink then confesses, "I, uh I gave my blessing to Fergus and Marsali." Claire is surprised. "You did?" Jame then gives her a wad of cotton and a small bottle of alcohol to pour on her stitches, then explains, "He loves her. As I do you, Sassenach." He helps her bandage her arm, stating, "So much death and suffering. The crew we lost on the Artemis, Captain Raines, Warren, Murphy. We have time to spare, waiting for the foremast tar to harden. It would be a blessing to find a wee bit of joy, would it not?" "Yes, it would. And what did you have in mind?" "A wedding." "A wedding? I think I know someone who can help us with that." Mr. Willoughby apologizes for the Arabella incident. "I am deeply sorry for the pain I've caused you, Father Fogden. I did not know of Arabella's importance to you. Where I come from, goats are not revered, as they are here and as they should be. Please, forgive my ignorance." He hands Father Fogden a chicken in a crude wooden cage. "There was a time when I was a stranger in a strange land, much like you are now. I forgive you, Mr. Willoughby. May I offer you some yupa?" Mr. Willoughby gladly accepts the peace offering. Back on the ship Marsali is trying to tie her skirt. Claire offers assistance. "Here, let me help. Any nerves?" "No. Why would I have nerves?" "Well, I was nervous on my wedding day. There was so much I didn't know." Marsali admits, "There's one thing I dinna ken. When Fergus and I lie together, how do I not have a bairn?" "You don't want a child? It just seems most young women do." "I would like one, someday. But for now, with Fergus, I just want to enjoy it. Fergus says he kens what to do and I'll like it fine, once we're past the first time. I I'm just not sure that's true." "Well, why wouldn't it be?" "After Jamie marrit my mother, I saw how 'twas between them. When he drew her close, she'd shrink away. But when I saw you wi' Daddy on the ship, I think ye enjoy being together." "Yes. We do." "I want to be happy wi' Fergus the way you are wi' Daddy, without having to worry about a bairn. You being a wisewoman, I thought you'd be worth asking." "When we get back to the ship, I'll explain to you how it's done, hm?" "So there is a way. Maybe you're no the devil after all." That night the wedding commences on the beach with Father Fogden officiating. " I bid thee welcome. Dearly beloved, I bless you in the name of the Lord. Wilt thou have this woman". He's talking to Manzetti (Cameron Robertson), who replies, "Uhh, not me, sir, no. Uh, him, please." pointing to Fergus. "Him? Are you sure? He's missing a hand. Will the bride mind?" Marsali is clear, "I will not." "I don't suppose it's an impediment. Not as though he's lost his cock. Uh, he hasn't has he?" Marsali jokes, "If ye'd hurry up and get on wi' it, I could find out." Fergus is shocked. "Marsali." She laughs. "Ye know I've been waiting to bed you for months." Fergus addresses the priest. "I'm sorry, Father. She she speaks her mind. One of the many things I love about her." "Your name, in its entirety, my dear? I cannot marry you without it." "Marsali Jane MacKimmie." "Marsali. (SIGHS) Marsali. (LAUGHS) Marsali. Lovely." "For the love of God, Father, are we to stand here havering about my name? Or d'ye intend to marry me?" "Will thou, Marsali Jane MacKimmie have this man for thy wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward - forsaking all others" "I will." "And you have a name, too? And a cock? I cannot marry you without it, it's not allowed." Fergus smiles, "Yes. Fergus." "In its entirety, if you please." "It's just Fergus." "Surely, you have a surname, do you not? I cannot marry you properly without one." Everyone's confused and looking around. Fergus doesn't have a surname. Then Jamie states clearly, "Fraser. His name is Fergus Claudel Fraser." Fergus looks at Jamie, deeply moved, and says it for the first time. "Well, Fergus Claudel Fraser." "Wonderful. Wilt thou, Fergus Claudel Fraser, have this woman for thy wedded wife?" "I will." "The ring." Fergus retrieves it from Manzetti and slips it on Marsali's left ring finger. "And now, I unite you in wedlock in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen." Fergus tells Marsali tenderly, "Je t'aime, ma femme." And she replies, "I love you, too." "May God bless your union." Then looking at Jamie and Claire kissing and snuggling, he walks over to them and says, "And may God bless your union, as well." Claire says, "Thank you, Father." Then Jamie does too. "Thank you, Father." They are back on the ship and Jamie brings Claire her small leather zippered medicine bag and some gauze. "Ye, uh ye didna take this wi' you - to the Porpoise." Claire is enjoying a bowl of soup. "Mm. It wasn't enough to treat the hundreds of men. Besides, that antibiotic wouldn't work against typhoid. Mm. This soup is delicious." "Willoughby shall be pleased. He made ye the wee broth, special." She takes another bite. "Mm." He reaches over to kiss her. "Christ. You're burning up." "Oh. I know. Ah. That's why I need this." She uses her teeth to unzip the bag. "Ah. Ha." She struggles to pull out the metal syringe and medicine bottle. Jamie reaches to help her. "Here." But she's got it. "Mm. I am the doctor. Mm bugger. She snaps the needle on the syringe one handed. "Hm." She's having trouble inserting the needle in the bottle one handed. "Let me help you." This time she lets him. "Just push it through. Yes. And then pull up the plunger. Slowly. A little bit more. Now pull it out. Turn it upright. And just push the plunger a little." A small amount of liquid squirts out. "Oh!" Claire says, "All right, well, this is your chance for revenge if you want it." "Ye want me to stab ye in the arse with this?" "Yes. I've done it to you before. You know what it feels like. It's not too bad, is it?" Jamie stares at it for awhile, then admits, "Dinna think I ken do it." She grabs it from him, wipes her upper leg again with alcohol, saying, "Oh, for God's sake. Give it to me. Mm. Ahh. Now, just push the plunger down." He does and she grunts. "Mm! Ahh. Ohh. Then he pulls it out and sets it aside as she gives him a meaningful look, and reaches up to kiss him. " Mm. Mm. Hm." Jamie says, "You Mm. Should keep yer strength up." Claire takes another spoonful of soup. "Mm. What kind of soup is this?" "Oh, turtle. Manzetti took a large hawksbill last night. Willoughby wasted no time putting it in a pot." "I've never had turtle before. Mm, you know, turtle is supposed to be an aphrodisiac." She reaches up and kisses him again. "That is very bawdy for a respectable married woman." "What do you mean? I'm respectable." "Are ye now? Sitting there, wi' your hair loose and your nipples staring me in the eye, the size of cherries." She reasons, "Well, it's nothing you haven't seen before. Bolt the door." "Bolt the door?" "Mm-hmm." "Why would I do that? Do I look like the sort of man that would take advantage of a woman that's not only wounded and boiling with fever, but drunk as well?" "I'm not drunk. You can't get drunk on turtle soup." "You can if it's Willoughby's turtle soup. By the smell of it, there's a whole bottle of Sherry in it." "Besides, you once told me that you can't be drunk - if you're standing up." "Aye. Ooh, now Aye, but you are hardly standing up." "Stop trying to change the subject." "And ye will stop talking about it. Because I wouldna use force on a woman." She reaches down and takes matters into her own hand. Jamie grunts. "But you do have a very healthy grip, - for someone with a fever. Oh, ah No, it would hurt your arm." "Let me worry about my arm." Her kisses get more insistent. "Ahh. Ohh. Oh, oh." She pulls his shirt off. "This must be what it's like making love in hell. Mm! - Ohh! - With a burning she-devil." They frantically take the rest of their clothes off. She reaches up to bolt the door, and Jamie turns her around as they both get down to business. Then they hear knocking at the door. Jamie tries to shush her, putting his hand over her mouth. It doesn't work all that well. "Shh." Mr. Willoughby asks through the door, "Honorable Wife, she enjoyed the turtle soup?" Jamie replies, "Ye yes, yes. Very much." Mr. Willoughby continues, "It was a fine, hawksbill turtle. A most elegant beast. Does she wish for more? I have made a fresh pot." Claire is moaning. Jamie says to Mr. Willoughby, "No, no, no. No, she's had more than enough." Claire slips in, "No, she hasn't!" Jamie says insistently, "Good night, Willoughby." He smiles knowingly, says, "Good night", then gives them their privacy.