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Directed by: Julian Holmes Written by: Karen Campbell First aired on November 11, 2018 Jamie (Sam Heughan) and Claire (Caitriona Balfe) are on the deck of the Sally Ann riverboat, Young Ian (John Bell) is at one pole, Captain Freeman (Grant Stott) is at another pole, and Eutroclus (Leon Herbert)?" is at the stern steering. Jamie says sadly to Claire, "Lesley deserved a decent burial not a shallow grave on a riverbank." Claire replies, "You can't blame yourself for what happened." "Who else, then? Did I not aid Bonnet in his escape from the noose? I was a fool to trust him." Claire notes, "We both trusted him. He played on our sympathies." "Couldna defeat him when it mattered most. Wasna able to protect you from him." Claire reasons, "You were outnumbered, and they were armed to the teeth." "Now, that may be the truth of it. And now that murderous bastard's free to prey upon others, and that's my cross to bear." Captain Freeman points out a beautiful white house, saying, "There she is, folks. River Run." Young Ian is clearly impressed! "Christ. Uncle Jamie! You didna tell us Great-Aunt Jocasta has a home befittin' a king." Jamie is impressed too. "Help us ashore, lad." Ian orders his dog, "Rollo, come." Then he heads into the cabin. Jamie explains how he's feeling to Claire. "When we had coin and the gemstones, I was a man with means of providin', but now we're penniless." Claire observes, "Wouldn't be the first time. You hadn't a shilling to your name when we were first married." He puts his arm around her shoulders, joking, "And I thought you only married me for my wealth, Sassenach." Claire adds, "Jocasta's family, and we're lucky we have relatives we can turn to." Ulysses (Colin McFarlane) escorts Jocasta Cameron (Maria Doyle Kennedy) down to the dock in front of the house. Jamie greets her, "Auntie." "Jamie." "Welcome to River Run." Jamie is moved seeing his aunt. "Auntie Jocasta." "Blessed Bride, - you've grown to be a giant." "Mm." "That'll be the MacKenzie blood flowing through ye." Jamie smiles, "I was no more than a bairn when last you saw me. Had nowhere to go but up." "I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair. Oh, how yer mother adored you." "She adored you as well. Always spoke of you wi' love." Jocasta admits, "I miss her, still." Jamie too. "As do I. Auntie, eh, may I present my wife, Claire?" Claire states, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron." "Oh, I hope you'll call me Auntie, dear. We are kin, after all." "Of course. Auntie it is, then." "It is lovely to meet you, Claire." Young Ian approaches them carrying a bouquet of hand-picked flowers. Jamie makes the introduction. "Oh. And this is your great-nephew, Ian Murray, Jenny's youngest son." "I'm very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta." Ian hands her the flowers but she doesn't see them. "Ye're welcome, lad." Ulysses steps up and whispers to Jocasta, "Your great-nephew has brought a posy of flowers for you, mistress." "Ooh. Thank ye kindly, Ian. Forgive me. It is a long time since my sight has left me, though I still see shapes and shadows." Ian is concerned by this admission. "I'm sorry to hear, Great-Auntie." Jocasta shrugs it off. "Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing. I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip, and the ability to scent truth from lies, if ye catch my meanin'." Rollo starts barking and runs off. Jocasta continues, "Oh, goodness. Who have we there? Another acquaintance to be made." Jamie looks at Ian, "Young Ian's mongrel, Rollo. Take hold of yer beast, lad." Ian runs after him, "Come back, Rollo!" Jocasta grabs Claire's and Jamie's arms. "Do come in, my dears, and we will show ye some River Run hospitality. Ulysses, will you lead the way to the parlor?" "Yes, mistress." Inside, Jamie explains their situation. "The thieves stole our coin and gemstones. Left us with little more but the clothes on our backs." Jocasta is agast. "Wicked! Just wicked. To repay your kindness in such fashion. Bonnet and his men should be hangit." Jamie says sadly, "He woulda been, were it not for me." Jocasta understands. "You sought the goodness in him, and there was none to be found. Pray, think on it no more. Ye're welcome to stay here as long as ye need." Jamie says, "I'll not be a burden to you." And Claire adds, "No, we don't intend to stay that long." Jocasta is having none of this. "Bless ye, dears, ye're kin. 'Twill not be a burden to have a man of such strength and mind for business at my disposal. Why, the good men and women of Cape Fear will be clamorin' to engage with ye, especially once they've had the pleasure of making yer acquaintance at a wee gatherin' I intend to hold in yer honor." Jamie states, "Ye're familiar wi' my business dealings." "I may not have my sight, dear, but I have been keepin' an eye on ye. Between yer experience in Paris with Jared and the trade ye mastered in Edinburgh, ye're capable of whatever endeavor you take on. 'Twill not be long before your fortunes are reversed." "You flatter me, Auntie." "Ye're no fond of flattery. Well, 'tis my right to do so. Who else am I to lavish my attentions upon?" The door opens and Ian and Rollo enter. Evidently he reeks profoundly! Ooh! Ah, Christ! Ian, what happened to ye?" Ian explains. "Rollo, he chased a creature I've never seen before, somethin' akin to a badger, black, though streaked with white. It lifted its tail and sprayed a foul liquid from its arse. Ah, the stench it burns my eyes!" Jocasta explains. "You encountered a skunk, lad." Jamie asks, "A skunk? Is that venomous?" Claire answers, "No, just malodorous." Jocasta has a plan. "As luck would have it, my friend John Quincy Myers (Kyle Rees) is visiting. He's a man of the wild who can rid your mongrel of the stench." Ian is grateful. "Thank you, great-aunt." "Ulysses, will you ask Myers to meet Ian at the front of the house, near the jetty?" "Yes, mistress." "But first, Ulysses, show my nephew and his bride to their bedchamber, where the air will be fresh." "As you wish, mistress." To Jamie, "After yer travels, ye'll desire a bit of rest, will ye no?" "Aye. Thank ye, Auntie." Ulysses escorts them up the staircase. "It's remarkable, Sassenach." "What is?" "The similarities between Aunt Jocasta and my mother. Same smile, same manner, their voices. Always wished ye'd kent my mother, but having ye meet my aunt is just fine." Ulysses opens the door. " This will be your chamber, sir. Mistress. I, uh, trust all is well? If a need arises, you may call upon me." Claire says, "Thank you, Ulysses." Phaedre (Natalie Simpson) addresses them, "Sir. Mistress." Claire says, "Please, call me Claire. Mistress Claire. What are your names?" "I'm Phaedre. That's Mary (Mercy Ojelade). Mistress Claire. Is there anything else you'll be needing?" Jamie says, "No, thank you." Ulysses, Phaedre and Mary leave the room. "Sassenach, you haven't had much to say since our arrival." Claire is looking out the window and sees a bunch of slaves working in a field. She's shaken by this sight. "Claire As ye say, one day, it will all be different." Outside near the jetty, John Quincy Myers says to Ian, "Is that a wolf masquerading as a dog? I sincerely hope he isn't partial to human flesh." Ian jokes, "Only if ye're thickly bearded." "Well, I shall take my chances. John Quincy Myers." "Ian Murray." "Pleased to meet you, Ian. A dalliance with a skunk is no laughing matter, boy." "Aye." "But Mother Nature, in all her bounty and wisdom, offers us a chance to wash the odor away, bathing in vinegar." "Huh. Well, I'll do whatever it takes. I dinna wish him to go on reekin' like the devil's arse. I've been allowing my beard to grow. Seems the men of the mountains hereabouts have hearty ones." "Ah, you've a long wait on yer hands. But me, I take after my daddy. My momma does admire a hairy man. Believes them to be a rare comfort on a cold winter's night, and she's not the only one. The Indian ladies enjoy my hairs well enough." "Indian lassies like their men hairy?" "Well, those I've come across certainly do. It is, perhaps, naught but the novelty of my whiskers, come to think of it. Well, their own men scarcely have bristles on their bollocks, let alone their backsides. Well you take one look at my buttocks, and you'd think my daddy was a buffalo." "What are they like? The Indians?" "That all depends on the tribe. Some can be friendly, some you'd do well to stay clear of." "I've heard there are Indians that will cut yer heart from yer chest and devour it whole. Is that true?" "Well, I can't say I've come across any who do that exactly, but there are some who scalp those they consider to be outsiders." Ian muses, "Well, there are clansmen in Scotland who'll do the same. Ye'll no see a Campbell and a MacDonald together, no wi'out it endin' in bloodshed. Indians dinna sound that much different from Highlanders." "That's a fine way of looking at the world, Ian." A young black boy about 8, Thomas (Joel Okocha), who has been preparing Rollo's vinegar bath, says "It's ready, sir." "Let's bathe this beast of yours before we lose the light entirely. Ian tells Rollo, "Come on. Come on. In you get, son." Claire, Jamie and Jocasta are walking along her large front porch and he asks his aunt, "What else do you grow in addition to tobacco?" "Indigo, cotton, pine. Our forests yield 200 barrels of turpentine monthly. But the greatest source of revenue is our sawmill. We're able to ship timber along the river as far as Virginia." "Uncle Hector and you have achieved a great amount here, Auntie." "We were true partners. Hector never made a decision regarding our beloved River Run without consultin' with me first." "Mm, sounds very familiar. And, uh, how many slaves work here at the River Run?" "One hundred and fifty two. I purchase them in lots, in order to keep those with children together. Over the years, I found my slaves to be more productive when treated with benevolence." "I'm very pleased to hear that, Auntie. I ken some owners seem to treat their slaves as livestock." "Livestock? Goodness, no. They're a great deal more expensive than that, I assure you. Lord knows where they'd be if I hadna taken them on and given them a home and a purpose. Why, some are so dear to me, I consider them friends." Claire asks, "Do you think they feel the same way?" "I'm no sure I catch the meanin' ye wish to convey, dear." Claire adds, "Perhaps they see things a little differently. Since they don't exactly have any choice." "Ah, my slaves are quite happy here, I assure you. Why, only a few have tried to run away over the years. What a curious mind ye have, dear." Jamie says, "Ah, one of the many qualities of my wife that I cherish." Claire is looking uncomfortable. "If you'll excuse me, I I'd asked Phaedre to meet me in the garden. I need to replenish my supply of herbs." Jocasta senses Claire's unease. "Of course, dear." Ulysses appears at the front door, "Mistress, Lieutenant Wolff (Lee Boardman) has been waiting in the parlor for you." "Please have him join us here." "Mistress." Jocasta explains to Jamie, "Lieutenant Wolff is the steward of the naval stores contract that River Run has with the Royal Navy." Lieutenant Wolff approaches them. "Good day, Mistress Cameron." Jocasta stands. "Lieutenant Wolff, allow me to introduce my nephew, Jamie Fraser." "Ah, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fraser." "Lieutenant Wolff." Jocasta gesters for him to have a seat next to her on the bench. "Please." "Of course." He sits down. "May I offer ye some refreshment?" "No, no, thank you." "What brings you here, lieutenant?" "It is said that wheat is fetching a good price at five shillings a bushel. Cultivate it on your fallow lands along the river may fetch you a handsome profit. I know His Majesty's Navy is always looking to buy it." Jamie doesn't think that's a good idea. "The cultivation of wheat along the river'll likely bring you a bushel of regret." Wolff is surprised. "I beg your pardon?" "Oh, land along the river is too damp for the the grain to flourish. Rice, however, would thrive along the river." Jocasta adds, "Rice, at 12 shillings per hundred-weight, 'twould bring a fine profit, now that I think on it, and it would keep the slaves well-fed." Lieutenant Wolff states, "You seem to have a profound knowledge of agricultural practices, Mr. Fraser." "I was raised workin' the land, so I ken a bit about dirt Lieutenant." "Undoubtedly. I shall return to discuss further contracts with you when you are not engaged in hosting kin. Good day, Mistress Cameron." He leaves. "Lieutenant Wolff. I would say that the lieutenant has not been spoken to in that manner very often." Jamie comes and sits next to his aunt. "I'm sorry I offended your guest, Auntie." "Ye were right to speak yer mind, lad. It's a privilege I wish I could enjoy, but there's a certain delicacy to be deployed in certain matters, where a woman's unsolicited views are not always welcome." Claire is trying on a dress that Phaedra is either making or altering for her, and says to Jocasta, "You didn't have to go to all this trouble for me." "Nonsense. With more time, I'd have sent for some fine cloths from England or France. As luck would have it, I've several gowns that could be altered to fit ye. What color is yer hair, dear? I hadna thought to ask. Ye sound a bit fair, somehow. That would serve the garment well. Pray, do not tell me that ye're black-haired and sallow." "More or less dark brown." "How does she look, Phaedre?" "Just fine, Miss Jo. Just fine. She's got white skin, white as milk." "Wi' skin so pale, will she no look washed out?" "Oh, no, mistress. She ain't washed out. She got bonny eyes of indigo, and a bosom lassies would dream of. And she's tall, wi' a thin waist. A great deal taller than Mistress Cameron." "'Twas the picture in my mind's eye already, dear Phaedre. Though there are men who prefer more modestly sized women, no wishing to be dwarfed by the object of their affection." "Indeed, mistress. Lieutenant Wolff being one of them." "Oh, Phaedre. Any amorous intentions Wolff has towards me it's founded only in hearsay and gossip, and we wilna indulge it. Now, Claire, tell me, how do you find River Run? After months without a home, ye must be greatly relieved to have such well, fine accommodations." Claire answers, "Ah, it's all very overwhelming." Jocasta is proud of her home. "It is a splendid estate indeed. Many others have marveled at its grandeur. But what is it that ye most admire?" "Ah, I've never stayed anywhere quite like it." "The cadence of yer voice tells me what ye're no saying plainly enough, dear. You harbor some disapproval?" "Well, I suppose I do. I don't agree with with keeping people as property." "Are ye a Quaker?" "Quaker? No, I'm I'm Catholic. "W how is it that ye come to share their views?" "I, uh I healed some Quakers once, and they expressed their opinions to me regarding slavery. I have to admit, I I found some truth to their beliefs." "Mm. Jenny was right about you. You are a peculiar lass. She made mention in her letters that you were spirited, headstrong, that ye no blush to share your thoughts on any matter, versed in it or no." "The same could be said for Jenny." "Oh, aye. Aye. Ye're a lively one, are ye no? It's no wonder my nephew is drawn to ye. Ye've the fire of MacKenzie in ye. Hm." Claire says in VOICEOVER: "The party attracted the cream of Cross Creek society, all to meet Jamie and me. I found myself discussing local politics with Lieutenant Wolff, as well as Jocasta's friend and advisor, Farquard Campbell (James Barriscale)." Farquard Campbell states, "I heard they were causing trouble at the courthouse in Beaufort." Lieutenant Wolff adds, "Ugh, the taxes again. If it's trouble they want, it's trouble they'll get from His Majesty's Army. I'd go so far as to send the Marines if it would help quell the whimpering rogues." Lucius Gordon (Brian Ferguson) says, "Tumultuous times ahead. Between the Indians and now these Regulators, it'll be a miracle if we have a chance to make something decent of this land." Claire says, "Well, you can hardly blame either group for wanting their voices to be heard." Ian states cheekily, "Aye. The Indians were on these lands first, were they not?" Lieutenant Wolf smiles, "How charmingly naive. Were it not for the Romans, the good natives of Great Britain would be sheltering in dwellings little better than mud huts today. No roads, no sophistication of any sort. The savages should be thankful we're here to spare them a similar fate." Claire doesn't think so. "If you'll excuse me." She leaves to find Jamie and Ian follows. "Mistress." Ulysses hands Jocasta some silverware and she uses it to clink her glass to get her guests attention. "Dear friends, please, gather round." Ulysses whispers to her, "The guests are now assembled, mistress." "It has been my honor to introduce my nephew, Jamie Fraser, his lovely wife, Mistress Claire Fraser, and my great-nephew, Ian Murray. But there is another reason I've brought ye together on this fine day." Farquard Campbell asserts, "Mistress Cameron, ye've brought out the good vintage. What excellent news it must be." "Indeed I have, Mr. Campbell. All gathered here have kent for quite some time that I have been agonizing over the matter of to whom I shall leave my beloved River Run. Well, ye need wonder no more. I am pleased to announce that I've decided to name my nephew, Jamie, as my heir. It is my intention that Jamie should act as master of the estate immediately. I leave River Run in his hands." Everyone claps. Later in their bedchamber Jamie says, "There's no doubt she's a MacKenzie. Publicly naming me heir without telling me first was was calculated. Something Colum or Dougal would've done." Claire tells him firmly, "I can't own slaves, Jamie." "On that, we are agreed upon. Though if I were master of River Run, might we not help the slaves, see that they're well fed and clothed, but work to set them free? Maybe we can make a small difference for those in our part of the world. A spark that might light a fuse. I can't change River Run without you, Sassenach. What do you say?" "Fuses often lead to explosions." "Aye. Aye, but when the dust settles, oftentimes, the devil ye're fightin' is gone." Jamie is studying a map of the plantation, then turns and says to his aunt, who is knitting, "Wish ye'd given me a word in advance, Auntie." "Aye. I ought to have discussed the matter with you first, but who else am I to share my bounty with? My children have passed, and I care for you as though you were my own." "I'm grateful." "Ye're deservin' of it, lad." Farquard Campbell states, "'Twill no doubt please you to ken that yer aunt's will and testament is being drawn up, bequeathin' unto you yer inheritance, Mr. Fraser." "A braw sum." "Well, ye'll have need of ready money to conduct business as master of the estate." "Oh, there is one thing I would ask before I'm formally named heir." "Mr. Fraser, no man ought to look a gift horse in the mouth." Jocasta interrupts, "Farquard, 'tis expected that the lad should have questions. Any born leader should. What is it, nephew?" "I want to free the estate's slaves." "Have you lost yer heid?" "My wife and I dinna wish to own slaves." "And how do ye propose to produce anything without slaves?" "It is my intention that every man and woman on the plantation shall earn a fair wage." "Allow slaves to earn a wage?" Jocasta tries to calm things down a bit. "I see no harm in discussing the possibility. Perhaps you'd allow us to benefit from yer wisdom on the matter, Mr. Campbell?" "Well, if ye must hear the insurmountable obstacles associated wi' the task ye wish to undertake, Mr. Fraser, I will oblige ye. First, you'll need to understand, liberty is granted only by permission of the county court." "Reasonable enough." "And ye must prove that each one of yer slaves has performed a meritorious service, such as the act of saving a life, for they will not be granted a warrant of freedom without it, and if we allow that yer slaves have performed a meritorious service, ye'd yet need to post a bond ensuring the slaves' good conduct, and you'd need to offer sureties financial sureties." "Well, I believe that can be accommodated." "A surety to the province for each and every slave freed, an enormously expensive endeavor." "Ye cannot put a price on freedom." "But the Assembly can and does. 100 pounds sterling a slave. That's over 15,000 pounds." "Then I shall find a way to increase River Run's revenues." "What about the other plantation owners? Ye're threatening a way of life, a very important way of life for this colony. Were ye among Quakers, you'd find men of like mind, perhaps, but you're newly come to North Carolina, and ye dinna comprehend the difficulties you will not only face, but also bring about by entertaining such outlandish notions. You'll put lives at risk, not least your own. There have been others that have shared your views on the matter. They've disappeared, never heard from again." "The threat of harm wilna sway my mind, Mr. Campbell." Jamie leaves the room. Outside, Jamie is talking with Claire. She asks, "Prove that every slave here has saved a life? But how is that possible? Nothing will change under these laws." "Aye. Fear that may be the truth of the matter. There is another way to become a landowner. We could reconsider Governor Tryon's offer." Claire shakes her head, "Jamie." "I ken you advised me against it, but with the land granted from Tryon, we wouldna have to own slaves. We could recruit settlers and live on our own terms." "And live in peace, for a while. Accepting Tryon's offer will lead us to fighting in another war." Ulysses escorts Jocasta out onto the porch, with Farquard Campbell and Phaedre with them. Ulysses says, "Mr. Fraser, Mistress Cameron requires your assistance." "What is it, Auntie?" "There's been an unfortunate event. A matter of bloodshed. Uh, I need you to act as my representative in this grave matter of justice." "Aye. What happened?" "Overseer Byrnes (Cameron Jack) was attacked by one of my negroes." Farquard Campbell adds, "He cut the man's ear clean off." Claire's ready. "Well, then, he'll need a physician. If we hurry, I think I can reattach it." Farquard asks, "Do ye have a pistol, Mr. Fraser?" "No." "Well, then you must take Hector's. Phaedre. Incidents of this nature can stir unrest. There may be more trouble once you arrive." Farquard Campbell arrives at the scene on horseback, and Jamie and Claire are just behind him in a wagon. "Whoa." MacNeill (Craig McGinlay) says, "Glad ye've arrived." Jamie tells him, "We came as quickly as we could." Farguard Campbell makes the introductions. "MacNeill, this is Mr. Fraser, Mistress Cameron's nephew and appointed representative, and his wife, Mistress Fraser." Claire says, "I'm the healer. Where's the injured man?" MacNeill says, "I'll take ye to him." Campbell asks, "Which negro drew Byrnes' blood?" "That was Rufus (Jerome Holder). Barked Byrnes like a pine tree w' his axe right after Byrnes struck him wi' a lash." Campbell inquires, "Is Rufus near and accounted for?" "Ye could say so. "Mr. Fraser will be aiding me in the oversight of Rufus' execution." Claire exclaims, "Execution? Whatever for?" MacNeill explains, "The law of bloodshed demands it." Campbell adds, "Any slave guilty of the assault of a white man, woman, or child Thereby causing blood to be shed, shall be put to death with a judge and representative present." Rufus is pierced with a huge hook and is being hoisted up by men pullig on a rope. "Ah! Ah!" He's in agonizing pain! Claire exclaims, "We have to help him." Jamie runs toward him yelling, "Let that man down at once!" Overseer Byrnes, with his ear cut off and bleeding, yells, "I will not! Keep raising him up!" Kyle (Gerry Kielty) and John follow Byrnes's order, hoisting Rufus higher. Jamie draws his pistol with his right hand and yells, "That's enough!" Byrnes, still clutching the bandage around his head, bleeding profusely, says, "Stay back, damn you." Jamie pulls a gun out of his left pocket and points it in the opposite direction. "Bring him down, or there'll be less of your friend's face for my wife to tend to." The men pulling on the rope start to let it out and lower Rufus. Overseer Byrnes states, "You have no right to intervene in my affairs." Claire puts down her medical box next to Rufus's head and starts to tend him. "Rufus? Rufus, can you hear me?" Meanwhile, still brandishing two pistols, Jamie explains, "I'm her nephew, James Fraser, acting on her behalf." Claire tells Rufus, "Remain still." Byrnes sneers, "I don't give a ha'penny who you are. This is not your business!" Campbell jumps into it, "No, Byrnes. Ye've done wrong. This was a matter for the law." Byrnes exclaims, "I will not be struck by a negro. Not now, not ever." "Ye'll have to answer..." Jamie joins Claire and asks, "What do you need, Sassenach?" "If I can get him to the house, I can remove the hook and operate safely, and then I think I can save him." Byrnes continues, "I was mutilated by this wretch!" Campbell asserts, "Your lawlessness will not be tolerated, no matter the provocation." Claire asks, "Will they let us take him?" Jamie replies, "I won't give them any choice in the matter." Back at the house they are carrying Rufus in on a stretcher. Claire is in charge. "Now let's get him into the dining room onto the table." "Aye." "Move those chairs and clear the table. Now! Clear those things off! Move. All right, ease him on. Ease him on. Easy, easy. Mary, find my nephew. Get him to bring my medical box immediately." "Yes, Mistress Claire." "Phaedre, get me some clean linen, some hot water, whisky, and two bowls. Now, please!" Jamie tells Rufus, "Dinna fash, lad." Claire continues to five orders, "And bring it in here. Stay with me, Rufus. Where is Ian? Phaedre, the whisky one of the porcelain bowl in that corner there." "Yes, Mistress Claire." "Ian, get out my knives and needles and clean them in the whisky. And have the scissors ready. You take hold of this. Keep it steady. Mary, pour the water into the bowl. Phaedre, tear the cloth into strips and put the bandages by Rufus." "Yes, Mistress Claire." "Ian, find the laudanum. I need to sedate him." "Here, Auntie." "Rufus, this will help ease the pain. All right, try and drink some. That's it. Right. A little bit more, a little bit more. Scissors. Hold it steady." Jamie says, "Aye." "Ian, scalpel. And have those swabs ready. All right. I'll take it from here." Jamie tells Ian, "Aye. Hold him down, lad." Claire pulls the giant hook out of Rufus' belly and blood gushes out. "Swabs. Swabs! Swabs! More." Mary, who is pregnant, looks like she's about to faint. Jamie says, "Phaedre, take Mary away." "More." Ulysses escorts Jocasta into the room. She asks, "Why would they bring the negro who attacked Byrnes here? Ulysses?" "Heal him? Why on earth would she do such a thing? Did ye no intend to aid Byrnes?" Jamie answers her, "Byrnes and his men wrongfully impaled the lad. Well his wounds dinna compare to what was done to Rufus." "It is regrettable that he was treated with such violence. Byrnes and his men will have a price to pay for their savage deeds, but Jamie, he must be hangit." Claire tells Ian, "The top two instruments. In my box. Disinfect them first." Phaedre comes in saying, "Mistress, Lieutenant Wolff and Mr. Campbell have arrived. And wish to speak with you and Mr. Fraser." Jocasta replies, "Jamie and I will receive them in the parlor." "Yes, mistress." Back to Claire and Ian working on Rufus, "Hold them like this, and keep it open." "All right, Auntie." Jamie escorts Jocasta to the parlor, and Ulysses follows, shutting the parlor doors. Lieutenant Wolff is seated on a blue couch and Farquard Campbell is standing next to him. Wolff starts off, "Your nephew may be a landowner's son, Mistress Cameron, but it is evident he knows nothing of property, nor how a master of an estate such as this should conduct himself." Jocasta responds calmly, "An error of judgment, sir, which has been brought to my attention." Campbell states, "I understand yer duty to yer nephew, but ye also have a duty to uphold the laws of the land, maintain order, and see justice served at River Run. MacNeill is, at this very moment, spreading word of your nephew's exploits." Jamie says, "It's no concern of theirs. Rufus is under my protection." Lieutenant Wolff sneers, "Mr. Fraser, have you no modicum of respect for your aunt, her property, or that of her neighbors? Your error of judgment is grave, sir. If order is not maintained, there is no telling what riotous behavior could ensue." Jamie asks, "And what of those that mutilated Rufus? Will they not be punished?" Farquard says, "They have been jailed for takin' the law into their hands." The Wolff adds, "And you and your wife may join them for commission of the same crime, Mr. Fraser, for if your intransigence persists, I will insist Mr. Campbell draw up a warrant for your arrest." Jocasta states, "My nephew isna yet familiar with our laws, lieutenant. We canna punish Jamie for his ignorance. Please, afford me an opportunity to put this matter right." Wolff asks, "And what would you propose?" After performing surgery, Claire is attending to Rufus on Jocasta's dining table. Young Ian is helping her. "He's stirring, Auntie." She tells Rufus, "Take it slowly. Take it slowly. Take it slowly. There. There, now. You'll still be dizzy. Here, drink some water. That's it. It's all right. It's all right." "Where am I?" Rufus asks. Ian answers, "You're in the main house." "I shouldn't be here." Claire says, "It's all right, Rufus. My husband is heir to this estate, and he and I brought you from the timber camp. I removed the hook, and I've tended to your injuries." "Wh-why did you heal me, mistress?" "Well, why wouldn't I?" "You was there. You know why I was put on that hook." "That doesn't mean what they did to you was right." "Shed a white man's blood. Broke the law." "And we'll sort that out later. From what I can tell, that Byrnes is a son of a bitch. I'm sure you had good reason to do what you did. What?" "I never heard a lady speak like you before." Ian says proudly, "You'll no encounter many ladies like my Auntie Claire. I've heard her speak words fit to make a sailor blush." Claire asks, "Tell me, is there anyone you'd like to see? Do you have family here?" "My my family in Adjumako Africa far, far away." Ian asks, "You were taken from them?" "My sister, too. Abena. Men forced us from the trees where we played. Parted us on the beach. Forced us to ships larger than a anything I had seen before." Claire continues to sooth Rufus, "Shh. You need your rest. You too, Ian. Before you turn in, have someone come down and help me bring Rufus to my bedroom. He'll be more comfortable there." "I will, Auntie. Good night." "Good night." "Ulysses. It's late. Shouldn't you have turned in by now?" "Mistress Cameron asked me to keep an eye on things." "I see." "How is your patient faring?" "He's survived the surgery. I intend to do whatever I can to make sure he recovers." "Allow me to take that, mistress." "Something bothering you?" "Forgive me for being forthright, mistress, but persist along your path, and Rufus will face a fate far worse than death." "What do you mean?" "Saving that boy's soul is all that can be done for him now. Once the overseers come, they will tear the limbs from his body and leave what little is left behind as a warning for the rest of us if we if we disobey the law. It would have been better for us all had he had he died on this hook. Good night, mistress." Jamie asks Jocasta, "Must they stand there all night?" "Dinna be angry w' Farquard and Wolff. Yer actions havena inspired a great deal of trust. It was charitable of them to grant us an opportunity to rectify this lamentable occurrence." "Is there no other way, Auntie?" "No. If we dinna deliver what was agreed upon, Farquard and Wolff will be the least of our concerns." Claire is caring for a sleeping Rufus in her and Jamie's room, and Jamie enters. He tells her, "You have until midnight, Claire." "To do what?" "To turn Rufus over to be executed." "No. No, I can't do that." "I wish there was another way. Do ye think ye can heal him?" "I've gotten him over the worst part of it. There's always a risk of infection." "So, if you do save him, what then?" "Well, we we could say that he-escaped." "Condemn the others? The slaves working alongside him that day." "I don't understand." "It's the law. A way of ensuring no crime goes unpunished. If the guilty man doesna take his share of the blame, then his fellow slaves must be punished instead." They hear shouting outside and see through the bedroom window that an anbry mob of overseers and workers from neighboring plantations, including MacNeill who is carring a rope tied into a noose. Others are carrying torches, pistols, axes and bullwhips. They are approaching the house, shouting. Campbell and Wolff are on the front porch. The mob is yelling, "Mistress Cameron!" "Get him out!" "Mr. Fraser!" "It's the law!" Jamie says, "Christ." Claire is scared, "They'll tear him apart." Someone pounds on the door. Jamie tells her, "Stay here." And then he opens the door. Jocasta and Ulysses are in the hallway. Jocasta says solumnly, "It's nearly midnight. Ye ken what must be done." Jamie asserts, "That isn't the law. That's a mob." Jocasta reasons, "Yes, and they will burn River Run to the ground if justice isna served. Ye canna deliver the criminal from his fate." MacNeill, who is leading the mob, yells, "Mr. Fraser. Mistress Cameron! Mr. Fraser! Turn over the lawless negro!" He's pounding on the front door. Someone else throws a brick through the window. Jocasta is afraid. "Blessed Bride, yer wife's foolishness will get us all killed. I must address my neighbors." "Ulysses." He offers Jocasta his arm. "Mistress." And they head downstairs. Jamie says "Auntie" as he watches them leave. Then he turns back to Claire in the bedroom and says, "I ken ye swore an oath to do no harm, but Perhaps ye could aid him the way ye did Colum." "What?" "If yer oath is to do no harm, then isn't it better to save his soul then to have those men tear it from his body?" Jocasta and Ulysses come through the front door to address the situation. MacNeill yells, "Mistress Cameron, where is the negro?" "He must be punished!" Jocasta responds, "My nephew..." "Bring him out!" She continues, "My nephew, Jamie, is preparing to deliver him to you. I assure you, Rufus will pay for his crimes. Lawlessness wilna be tolerated at River Run." Upstairs, Rufus wakes up. "Mistress" "I'm here, Rufus." Outside people are yelling: "Bring him out!" "Bring him out now!" Jocasta says, "Blessed Bride, will you no allow me to speak?" "Get him out here!" "We won't wait no longer!" Upstairs, Claire says to Rufus, "Going to make you a tea. It'll help you sleep." Outside, Jocasta continues, "My nephew, Jamie, is a man of his word. He will deliver the negro at midnight, and no a moment sooner, as was agreed upon by Lieutenant Wolff and Mr. Campbell. I intend to serve justice, as the law commands." Upstairs, Claire searches for the bottle of Aconite from her medicine box and pours the liquid into a cup with hot water. Then she helps Rufus drink it. " Here. Easy. Tell me about your sister. Abena. What did you like to do as children?" Rufus smiles, remembering his beloved sister. "Fish the river at night for butter catfish. Abena's favorite." "Sounds lovely." "I still fish the river at night like Abena and I used to do long ago." "You love her very much." "I watch the moonlight on water, and I think, Abena might be somewhere under the same moon, and I dream I dream I might see my sister again one day." "You will." Claire whispers sadly, tears in her eyes as Rufus takes his last breath, just as the clock strikes midnight. "Send the slave out!" "Bring him out!" "Your time is up." "'Tis midnight, Mistress Cameron." "We're through waitin'!" Jamie starts reciting a prayer for Rufus, "Ah! I'm bending my knee in the eye of the Father who created me. Pour down from heaven the rich blessing of thy forgiveness. Be thou patient wi' us. Grant to us, thou savior of glory, the love of God And the will to do on earth at all times as angels and saints do in heaven." "String him up!" "String him up, lads! " Jamie carries the lifeless Rufus down to the front porch and lays him down. MacNeill and another man put a noose around Rufus's neck and drag him off to be hung while the mob cheered. River Run is not going to be the safe home they are looking for, and without saying a word, they both decide that they must leave this horrible place.