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S03-E01: The Battle Joined — Directed by Brendan Maher; Written by Ronald D. Moore Culloden Moor, near Inverness, Scotland, April 16, 1746 The third season of Outlander opens in the aftermath of the Battle of Culloden with the battlefield strewn with dead and dying Jacobites. The British soldiers are rifling through the carnage looking for and killing anyone still alive. They're also loading up weapons and rifling through pockets and such looking for loot. Soon we see our hero, Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan), obviously gravely wounded laying on pile of dead soldiers and with a Readcoat laying on top of him. Jamie is barely breating and is in great pain. He notices a lad nearby who's wounded and very afraid, and then witnesses a Redcoat spotting him and stabbing him in the side. He's hearing a lot of that going on around him, but is helpless to do anything. Jamie is fading in and out of consiousness, and flashbacks of the day keep popping up, including these: After Claire (Caitriona Balfe) has passed back through the stones, he picks up her plaid and smells it, lost without her. Then heads back to the upcoming battle intending to die. Prince Charles (Andrew Gower) is still living in his fantasy world imagining Cumberland's inevitable surrender. "The travel canteen was a gift from my father on my 21st birthday. Mark me, James, I will watch the Duke of Cumberland drink from it when this day is done." Amid the confusion of bombs and artillery, Quartermaster John O'Sullivan (Gerard Horan) and tries to convince Prince Charles, "This is nothing but a diversion! Cumberland wants to rattle our nerves. If we stand fast and force him to come to us across the moor, then we will have them sir." Jamie disagrees, "The time is now. Sire, give the command to charge while there is still a chance." Lord General George Murray (Julian Wadham) Andrew MacDonald (Jim Sweeney) are also there. Prince Charles is worthless, so the men finally just charge the field anyway, right into the Redcoat barrage. Wave after wave of Jacobites are mowed down. A few break through and there's a lot of fierce hand to hand combat with the Redcoats. Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) appears suddenly and Jamie asks him, "And where've ye been? Enjoying a wee whisky?" Murtagh replies, "Aah! Ye're welcome." Stabs a Redcoat, then confirms, "And the Lallybroch men are safe home." Jamie spots Black Jack Randall (Tobias Menzies) who's pulled off his horse. Black Jack spots Jamie, and they charge each other and fight fiercely. Black Jack cuts Jamie's leg, and tries to finish the job, but Jamie dodges and stabs him in the gut. Both are seriously wounded but continue fighting until Black Jack is just about spent and reaches his hand to Jamie, then collapses on him knocking him down. It's dark and snowing. Black Jack's body is still there, the weight of it probably keeping Jamie from from bleeding out and keeping him warm. He sees a bunny hopping about among the dead, then a whispy Claire in the distance walking slowly toward him, finally reaching out to touch his face, saying, "Are you alive?" Then we realize it's really Rupert (Grant O'Rourke) touching his face and saying, "Jamie, are ye alive, man?" Jamie replies, "Dunno." Rupert hushes him because there are redcoats still about and they're killing the wounded. "Can ye stand?" Jamie shakes his head and turns away, "No, let me be. Let me be." Rupert refuses, "I'm not gonna leave ye to die in the mud. Even if ye are a pigheaded loon who canna hold his whisky." Jamie murmers, "Drink you under the table." Meanwhile, Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies) and Claire are in what will be their new home. Claire asks Frank, "Are you sure we can afford all this." He replies, "Mm, it's a little tight, but you've always said you wanted a real home." It certainly is real. All this space just for the two of us." Frank reminds her, "Soon to be three." Claire walks into a large room between the living room and kitchen and says, "Yes, The history professor's study, I presume?" Frank's flexible. "Well maybe, The study can be wherever the lady of the house desires." Claire looks around and confirms, "Well, the lady of the house desires it thus." Then she walks into the kitchen and he follows her. The kitchen, where, presumably, the lady of the house will be rustling up various appetizing dishes and... Claire interrupts him, "Rustling?" "That's what they say in America." Then he switches to a cute American accent and says, "I mean to rustle me up some vittles." Claire chuckles, "Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up too high, partner. I'm a little out of practice these days." Frank reassures her sweetly, "Hey. I'll be happy with whatever you make." Months later (Claire's belly has grown significantly), Claire is trying unsuccessfully to light the stove, and finally gives up, muttering her favorite curse, "Oh! Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" She storms into the living room and plops down in the middle of the sofa facing the fireplace. Her face tells us that she's come up with an idea and gets up. Next we see her driving back to the house and opening her trunk where she has a stash of firewood which she's loading into her arms when she's interrupted by a nosy neighbor. Millie Nelson (Kimberly Nixon) says, "Like some help with that?" Claire declines, "Oh, no, I-I'm good. Thank you." Millie persists, "Now just you never mind. Here", handing her umbrella to Claire and taking the wood out of her hands, "I remember when I was having my first. My back ached something fierce, and that handsome, but lazy sack of bones I call a husband never did lift a finger." Claire resists her help, "I can manage, really." But Millie takes over, "Well, of course you can manage, my dear, but why should you when you can have help? Millie Nelson." "Claire Randall." Inside now, Millie asks, "Where did you learn to do that?" Claire has lit a fire in the fireplace and has several saucepans heating on a wire rack above the fire. "My uncle taught me how to cook over a campfire." Millie makes a face. "Sounds dirty. All that ash and soot." "Actually, it gives the food a really lovely, smoky flavor." "Well, your husband must like it. That's all that matters, I suppose." Claire looks unsure, "Yes, Well, I hope so." "Oh so you're just gonna spring it on him. (LIGHT LAUGH) He likes surprises, does he?" "Not really." "Well, you're a braver woman than I. I swear to God, if I surprised Jerry with something other than pot roast, meatloaf, baked beans with cabbage one night, he'd up and have a heart attack. (laughing) Hey, now there's an idea." Claire chuckles, "No, actually, I think Frank will really like something different for a change. He's very progressive. Very open-minded." Millie states, "Well, God love Jerry, and I do, despite what you might think. He's really no different than most men in this world who don't want their wives doing anything out of the ordinary. Just cook, clean, raise the kids, look pretty when they meet the boss. You're lucky. You won't find another man like Frank again." Rupert give Jamie some sips of water. "There, slowly." Then he goes over to the door where another wounded Jacobite is looking outside and asks him, "So do we run for it?" Killick (John McLarnon) replies, "I'm no' running anywhere. Barely a man here can stand. If ye can go, Rupert, then go. Dinna linger on our account." "No. I'll bide. For one thing, the British are still thick as lice out there. Even those that fled the field yesterday will no' get far. I heard the British troops passing by quick-march. It winna be hard for them to hunt down our bedraggled lot." Quite a while later (Claire's belly is much bigger now), Claire is sitting at her dressing table and Frank tells her from offscreen "Claire, darling, we need to leave in 20 minutes." She replies, "Coming, Frank", then looking frustrated she says to herself as she's applying mascara, "Got to look pretty when you meet the boss." Later Claire and Frank are at a party where Frank's boss, Dean Jackson (Colin Stinton), is making his political opinions clear, "Truman's ascension to the presidency was a an accident of history, a cosmic joke meant to humble the nation just as America's power had reached its Olympian zenith at the end of the war. And, uh, since that sad day when he took up the reins of government, the, uh, "haberdasher from Missouri" has proven himself to be totally unequal to the task of assuming the mantle of Washington, - Jefferson, and Lincoln." Frank chimes in, "Hmm. Obviously, we are both new to these shores, but if I was a betting man, I wouldn't count the Democratic nominee out just yet." Dean Jackson disagrees, "Oh, well, you're alone in that sentiment, Professor. Certainly, the press believes that his defeat in November is all but assured." Frank holds his ground politely, "Perhaps I prefer it to believing we're doomed to the presidency of Thomas Dewey." Claire joins the conversation, "Well, I read a piece just last week that said the president actually has more support than it appears." Dean Jackson is SHOCKED that Claire can read. "I beg your pardon?" But Claire expounds, "Well, I was just saying that I read a column in 'The Globe' that predicted victory for the president if he continues to pound away at the Republican congress as ineffectual, whereas Mr. Dewey only offers the voters platitudes." Dean Jackson scoffs at this, "Ha. 'A column in The Globe'. Professor Randall, you're gonna have to pay closer attention to your wife's reading habits. She keeps reading 'The Globe,' the next thing you know, she'll be trying to get women into Harvard Law." Undeterred, Claire goes on, "Harvard Medical enrolled female students three years ago." Dean Jackson scoffs, "A bone cast in the general direction of Eleanor Roosevelt and her coterie of agitators. My understanding is the girls are barely adequate in their studies. Past experience has shown few women succeed as physicians." Frank tries to come to Claire's aid by informing his boss, "Dean Jackson, I don't believe I mentioned my wife was a combat nurse with Royal Army Medical Corps during the war." "Really? Oh, well. Very patriotic, Mrs. Randall, 'pitching in in time of crisis' and that sort of thing. But I'm sure you were happy to resume more important and, um fitting domestic concerns for a lady with the conclusion of the war." Claire valently holds her tongue and grabs Frank's hand, "Yes. I'm very happy." but you KNOW what's she's thinking. "Of course you are (HE HE HE) What young woman wouldn't be at the prospect of impending maternal bliss? Um, have you had, uh, an opportunity to examine the prospectus for the, uh, spring seminar on the Wars of the Roses? Uh, I fear Professor Holloway is overloading the schedule ..." Rupert is checking on Jamie again, "You all right? You're very quiet." Jamie is in so much pain he can hardly speak, but mumbles, "I'm fine. Murtagh, Wha what happened to Murtagh?" Rupert doesn't know but asks Killick, "Any word on Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser?" I lost sight of him in the fight. I hope to God he's already dead." Then the door opens and some Redcoats come in and the leader states, "I am Lord Melton (Sam Hoare)." Rupert introduces himself and his fellows, "Rupert MacKenzie, of Leoch. And others late of the forces of His Majesty, King James." "So I surmised. I have been ordered by His Grace, the Duke of Cumberland, to execute any man found to have engaged in the recent treasonous rebellion. Does any man here claim innocence of treason?" "No, My Lord. Traitors all. Shall we be hanged, then?" Not unkindly, Melton replies, "You wil be shot, Like soldiers." I suppose that IS better than hanging. Rupert seems to think so, "Thank you, My Lord." "You have an hour in which to prepare yourselves. If any of you wishes writing materials to compose a letter, perhaps, the clerk of my company will attend to you." Claire is up early in her nightgown and robe working on getting breakfast on the table. Frank approaches saying, "Tell you, after eight years of rationing, I could wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs for the rest of my natural life." Claire says, "That's the last of the bacon, I'm afraid. I'll go down to the market later this afternoon." "All right. Did you sleep well?" "It's a little hard to get comfortable these days." The kettle on the stove starts whistling and Frank says, "I've got it." He goes to get the tea and pulls out a teabag saying, "I've said it before and I'll say it again. These are an abomination." "Well, that's how they drink it here." "Mm-hmm." Sniffing it he adds, "It doesn't even smell like tea after weeks of sitting in these little paper diapers." "There is coffee if you'd rather." "I mean, why change something that works perfectly well? Tea in a tin. Scoop it out. Put it in a pot. Is it really so difficult?" "I suppose not." "Well, I'm not sure I'll ever understand the American obsession with the new. Like everything has to be new, new, new." "Well that's one of the reasons I like this country. It's young. It's eager. It's constantly looking towards the future. ... You know, I've been thinking." "Will you pass me some toast? Thanks." "I'd like to apply for citizenship." "Really?" "Well, I've lived all over the world, and I've never really had a strong attachment to England. And I-I want our child to have a-a real home." "Our child." Frank's encouraged and reaches for her belly but she blocks him. "Since when were you never attached to England? Can you walk away from your heritage that easily? Hastings and "Magna Carta", Drake, Marlborough; the Tudors, Stuarts, the Plantagenets. These are things I fought a-a war for." Claire persists. "It's just something I want to do." Frank counters, "Well, there's no need. My employment provides us both with residency indefinitely." Now we get the felling that there's more to this... Claire is angry. "That's not what this is about." "No" Frank reaches for Claire's hand but she doesn't let him grab it." "It's about that. A wife who won't let me touch her. Admit it. You are using this pregnancy to keep me at a distance. You have retreated further and further into your shell ever since we got here." "I'm sorry." "Don't walk away, Claire. It is time we dealt with this like adults." Very angry now, "As opposed to the way that I've been dealing with it?" "Please stop! Stop and talk to me." "And say what, Frank? What is it that you want from me?" He's angry too, "I want to know when you're going to come back from the fucking past!" "You asked me to leave behind everything that truly mattered to me! And yet it's fine for you to go on about the things that you've missed in the good old days. 'Never talk about the past.' That was the bargain. And I've kept that bargain to the letter." "No, the bargain was that we raise this baby together. Our child. It hasn't even been born yet, and you will not let me in let alone touch you, God forbid." "Is it sex? Is that what this is? When you need a good fuck and you can't find one? Well, I hear there's some lovely girls at Radcliffe who would just die over your English accent." Frank fires back, "Well, I'm not the one who's been fucking other people." And Claire grabs an ashtray and hurls it at him. He ducks just in time and it crashes into the wall. Frank tries to calm down and says heavily, "I didn't force this bargain on you, Claire. I didn't force you to come to Buston. ANd I'm not forcing you to stay." "I never thought otherwise." "Go or stay. But please do it because it's what you really want to do." Frank leaves and Claire holds her belly trying unsuccessfully not to cry. Jacobites are being executed. Next up are two 17-year-olds and Rupert is trying to convince Lord Melton to spare them. "I beg ye not to judge them by the same standard that ye apply to the rest of the men. They're naught but lads. They canna be held responsible for their actions." Lord Melton doesn't have any leeway here. "His Grace has specifically directed that there be no exceptions made on account of age. I'm sorry." The boys are whimpering, and Rupert tries to comfort them a bit. "Hey, hey. Steady now, lads hey? It'll be over soon. Chin up, okay? All right." Lieutenant Wallace (Oliver Tinley) asks for their names. Giles McMartin (Ryan Ralph Gerrard) and Frederick MacBean (Rory Barraclough). They meet the firing squad together. Killick asks Jamie if he wants him to write a letter. "Something to yer family, perhaps?" Jamie declines weakly. "No. No, no. Let it be." "What about yer wife? What about Claire?" Jamie replies weakly, with a whisper, "She's gone." "Where did she go?" There's gunfire, and Lieutenant Wallace asks, "Does any man wish to be next?" Killick bravely answers, "Aye". Then softly to Jamie, "I'll take my leave of ye now, Jamie." Jamie whispers, "I'll see you again soon." Limping up to Lieutenant Wallace, he gives his name, "Gordon Killick," then heads out the door. Rupert approaches Jamie, "I'm glad ye're awake. I didna want to say farewell while you snored and farted in yer sleep." "You always snored louder than any man I ever heard." "Eh, folk always blamed me fer it, but Angus was the one who snored. ... It'll be good to see him again." "Be good to see the two of you togehter." "Huh. I'm no saying I forgive you for Dougal. But I'll no go to my grave hatin' you for it either. The Lord will judge us both, and I trust in His mercy. Farewell, Jamie." More gunfire. Lord Melton asks, "Does any man wish to be next?" Someone replies, "Aye." Rupert walks up to Wallace and gives him his full name, "Rupert Thomas Alexander MacKenzie. I mean to set a quick pace, so try to keep up." There was more gunfire, and Jamie says, "Farewell Rupert" in Gaelic, looking very sad. Frank is trying to sleep on the sofa, but there's water dripping in the kitchen sink, and the refrigerator motor is buzzing. He tries to get more comfortable, but that doesn't work, so he just gets up and goes to his desk, pulls out a piece of paper with his name and address printed on the top: FRANK RANDALL 124 Furey Street, Boston, Massachusetts He starts to write a letter and we hear him thinking the words... "Dear Reverend, I find myself in need of your assistance once more. I hope you'll indulge me in undertaking some research regarding an 18th century Highlander who fought in the battle of Culloden. His name was James Fraser." Claire interrupts, "Frank?" "Claire. What is it?" "My waters have broken." Frank switches into gear. "All right. Uh, I'll warm up the car." Lieutenant Wallace informs Lord Melton, "The ambulatory wounded have all been executed, My Lord. We'll have to carry the rest out." Lord Melton orders, "Have the Corporal of the Guard select stretcher bearers." "Yes, My Lord. Are they to be shot laying down?" Melton is shocked by this notion. "Prop them up, certainly. Good Lord. No man in the king's custody shall be shot lying down on my watch. Not even traitors." "Yes, My Lord. Sorry, My Lord." Lord Melton addresses the remaining Jacobites, "You men who are unable to walk shall be carried outside to face your sentence. Does any man wish to go first?" Then he starts to head for the door to leave the building. Jamie volunteers to be next, "Aye. Aye. Aye, get this over with." Lieutenant Wallace asks, "Name?" "James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser ... Of Broch Tuarach." That stops Lord Melton in his tracks. He makes a beeline back to Jamie. "Fraser? Are you the Jacobite known as 'Red Jamie'?" Jamie chuckles, "I've been called that by my enemies." "God's blood. Does any other man wish to go next?" Another man volunteers, "Aye. I'll go." Lord Melton quietly asks, "Does the name John Grey mean anything to you? Listen to me! Grey. John William Grey. Do you know that name?" In excruciating pain, frustrated, and exhausted, Jamie says, "Look. Either shoot me or go away." Lord Melton continues, "Near Corrieyairack. A boy, about 16. You encountered him in the wood." "Aye, the one that tried to kill me while I was taking a pish. I broke his arm, I recall." "John Grey is my brother. He told me of his meeting with you, that you then spared his life, and he made you a promise. Is that true?" "Aye, he promised to kill me." Then he cheekily adds, "But I dinna mind if you do it for him." "He said he owed you a debt of honor." The executions continue, "Present fire!" (GUNFIRE) Lieutenant Wallace is confused and asks Melton, "My Lord?" "This is a deuce of a situation, Wallace. This Jacobite scum is 'Red Jamie.' "The one on the broadsheets?" "The same. His Grace would be more than pleased to hear of such an illustrious prisoner. They have not yet found Charles Stuart, but a few well-known Jacobites should appease the crowds at Tower Hill." Wallace asks eagerly, "Shall I send a message to His Grace?" "No. This filthy wretch spared my youngest brother's life, thus incurring a bloody great debt of honor upon my family." "I see. So you can't give him to His Grace after all." "I can't even shoot the bastard. Not without discrediting my brother's sworn word." Jamie offers weakly, "I winna tell if you dinna." Lieutenant Wallace offers this idea, "Perhaps we could shoot him under an alias." Another execution, "Present fire!" (GUNFIRE) Lord Melton looks outside and says, "It will be dark in three hours. Continue with the executions and then find a small wagon and have it filled with hay. Pick a driver, someone discreet, by which I mean willing to accept a bribe, and have them here before it gets dark." "Yes, My Lord. And, uh, what about the prisoner, My Lord? What about him?" "He's too weak to crawl, let alone run. He's not going anywhere. At least not until the wagon gets here." Jamie, following their conversation, is more insistent, "I don't want to go anywhere. I want to be shot." Wallace makes a face, "Raving." "I doubt he'll live through the journey, but at least his death won't be on my head, or on my family." "Yes, My Lord. Where are we sending him?" Claire is clearly in labor and very uncomfortable, breathing deeply and moaning as the contractions hit her. Frank is with her and they're waiting at the hospital. Frank is frustrated, "They're taking their sweet time." Claire is fighting her way through another contraction. Frank tries to comfort her. "I'm here, I'm here. It's all right. Shh." "Oh oh" Frank encourages her to "Breathe." She tries to reassure him, "Oh. It's all right. It's perfectly normal. I'm glad I missed you with that ashtray." Frank chuckles, "Your aim was spot on, it was my cat-like reflexes that saved me." "Mm." A man enters the room, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs., uh, Randall. I'm Dr. Thorne (Roger Ringrose). I'll be your attending physician this evening. Frank asks, "Where's Dr. Bell?" "Uh, he was unavailable. I left a message with his service. Stay calm, do exactly as I tell you when I tell you to do it, and all will be well. There's no reason to panic." Claire corrects him, "I'm not panicking." Dr. Thorne asks Frank, "How far apart are her contractions?" Frank hasn't a clue, "Um, I'm not sure." Claire answers for him, "Three minutes." Dr. Thorn asks them, "First child?" At the same time Frank answers, "Yes", and Claire says, "No. No, I-I had a miscarriage about a year ago." "Of course. That does complicate things a bit. Higher risk factors for both mother and child. Well, I think it's time we got your wife into delivery, Mr. Randall. Give her a kiss and I'll take charge of her from here. You'll be fine." Claire tells Frank, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the miscarriage." "None of that matters now. Just promise me one thing. Try not to throw an ashtray at that doctor." Claire chuckles, "I can't promise that." Then another contraction hits and she moans with it. Frank tries again to comfort her, "Shh. God, I wish I could be there." Claire corrects him, "No, you don't. Trust me." As the medical staff usher Frank out of the room, he says, "I'll be waiting, okay? No matter how long." Dr. Thorn tells Frank, "Off you go, Mr. Randall. The father's waiting room is down the hall and to the left. Just follow the smell of cigarettes and flop sweat." Frank calls out, "Claire I love you," as he's led away Now Claire is on the delivery table with her feet in the stirrups, moaning with her contractions. The Anesthesiologist (Garry Summers) tells Claire, "Don't worry, Mrs. Randall, you won't feel a thing. And when you wake up, you'll be a mother." Claire objects to their plan, "Wait, no. I don't want to be put under." Dr. Thorn orders, "Nurse Watkins, if you'd be so kind?" Then he addresses Claire very condescendingly, "Now, now, Mrs. Randall, all is well. Well, you needn't worry your pretty little head - about anything." "Please. Don't tell me what I need. I'm perfectly capable of deciding how I want my baby delivered. I just Oh! Oh! What was that?" Dr. Thorn states smugly, "Just something to calm you down. Good night, Mrs. Randall. Leave everything to us." As the drug starts to take effect, Claire whispers, "You bastard." Back at Lallybroch, Jamie opens his eyes and moans It's Jenny, "Jamie? Jamie! Jamie, can you hear me? Jamie, can ye speak?" "Am (WHEEZING) am I dead?" Jenny (Laura Donnelly) reassures him, "Ye've come home to Lallybroch." Jamie says softly, "Lallybroch." Ian (Steven Cree) states, "I can't believe you're really home, brother." Claire is waking up in her hospital bed. She feels her belly and starts to get alarmed. "Where's my baby? (WHIMPERS) Where is my baby?" A Nurse (Joanna Harte) walks in, "Ah, Mrs. Randall, you're awake." "Where's my baby? Where's my baby? Is it dead?" "Shh. This way, Mr. Randall." Frank walks through the door holding the baby. "Claire. Claire. It's all right. Here she is." Claire is amazed by her newborn baby. "Oh! Shh Oh." He puts the baby in her arms. "There she is. It's a baby girl. She's all right. She's perfect, Claire." "Oh, you are so beautiful." Frank says, "Just like her mother." And then he kisses her. "Frank I've been so horrid to you." "No, no, no. Forget all about that. This is all that truly matters now." "Yes." Frank chuckles, "Yes. It's going to be all right. We're gonna be all right. I promise." Claire looks directly at Frank, "Maybe this right here really can be a new beginning." Frank agrees, ""Yes. For all of us." "Yes. Let's make it so." Frank says, "I love you." The nurse walks in and says, "What a beautiful little angel." "Thank you." Then she drops the bombshell: "Where'd she get the red hair?" S03-E02: Surrender — Directed by Jennifer Getzinger; Written by Anne Kenney Scotland, 1752 Fergus (Romann Berrux), Rabbie MacNab (Stuart Campbell), and Young Jamie (Rhys Lambert) are heading away from the main house at Lallybroch. Fergus asks Rabbie, "You're sure it's in the dovecote?" "Aye. I saw it with my own eyes. Followed him here as he was hiding it. Put it in one of the nests." Young Jamie asks, "What if father catches us?" Rabbie answers, "He won't. He's round the back milkin'. Now shut yer gab." Rabbie assures them, "It's here. I swear." Fergus is not so sure, "I swear, you're lyin'." Rabbie finds what they're looking for, a pistol. "Ha. Told ye." Young Jamie tries to assert his place, "It's my father's, so I get to hold it." Fergus counters, "No, you're too young, and you don't know how it works." Young Jamie pushes back, "You don't either." Fergus is clearly more knowledgeable. "Hey, I've been to war. I was at Prestonpans. I killed a filthy redcoat officer." Rabbie clarifies, "But ye killed him with a knife, aye? And it was bloody." Fergus confirms, "Aye, bloody. It's much braver to kill a man with a knife. Nothing but flesh and metal between you. I only wish milord didn't send me home. I could've fought at Culloden too." Theres the sound of hoofbeats outside and they peak out the door to see what's up. Fergus whispers, "Redcoats." and they scramble back inside to hide the gun. Rabbie warms them all to "Hide." Corporal MacGregor (Ryan Fletcher) and Private Jenkins (Will Richards) are almost dragging Ian (Steven Cree) down the front steps at Lallybroch. Corporal MacGregor is impatient and says, "Move, cripple." Young Jamie runs to Ian, "Father!" Ian says, "It's okay, Jamie. Treat me as you will, but leave the lad be." Nasty Corporal MacGregor quips, "If you trained your mongrels better, I wouldna need to kick them to keep them in line." Private Jenkins keeps prodding Ian, "Keep moving!" Captain Lewis (Rufus Wright) introduces himself and states his objective. "I'm Captain Samuel Lewis, of His Majesty's Tenth Dragoons. I'm here for the Dunbonnet." Ian asks quizically, "The Dunbonnet? Uh, no one here goes by that name." Captain Lewis doesn't buy it. "I should think not, openly. I have it on good authority that the notorious traitor known as Red Jamie is in concealment nearabouts, and there's gossip in these parts about another man called the Dunbonnet." Ian says calmly, "We dinna get to the village much. I canna say I've heard that." Captain Lewis has put two and two together, "I surmise that the Dunbonnet and Red Jamie are one and the same." Ian looks amused, "Ye tell a braw tale there, Captain." "James Fraser is your brother-in-law, is he not? And this is his clan land?" "Oh, it was. These lands belong to my son now." Jenny (Laura Donnelly) states, "We've not seen nor heard from Jamie Fraser since he left to fight in the Rebellion six years ago." Captain Lewis isn't buying their innocent act and warns them of the consequences. "Pardon me, sir, if I don't take you or your wife's word for it. I remind you that anyone who harbors or renders aid to a Jacobite fugitive commits high treason and will be hanged under law. Man, woman or child." Jenny is still quite calm and not affected by his threats. She's been through this before. "Ye're welcome to search the house and the grounds if you please, but I'll tell you the same as I told Lieutenant Harding, Captain Abbot, Major Mercer, and every other government officer who comes to command these parts, ye'll find no sign of my traitorous brother here." Ian adds, "Nor any follower of the Stuarts." Captain Lewis tries another tactic, "There is a substantial reward for information leading to the capture of Red Jamie, so if you know of his whereabouts, you would be wise to turn him over now." Ian states the obvious, "W-w-we canna give you what we dinna have, Captain." Captain Lewis has another plan. "Very well. Corporal MacGregor, arrest Mr. Murray. Perhaps some time in the garrison's cells will help him change his mind." Fergus' feathers are ruffled addressing Corporal MacGregor. "A Scot in a redcoat. You're the traitor." "You filthy frog-eater. Mind yer tongue or I'll cut it out." As they're leading Ian away he directs the boys, "Fergus, Rabbie, finish milkin' and mind your chores." Mary MacNab (Emma Campbell-Jones) reassures Jenny, "He'll be fine, Mistress. Court's released him each time they've seen fit to take him. There's no reason to think this time's any different." Jenny is sad to see Scots in league with the British. "That's a damnable shame. Corporal MacGregor." Mary MacNab adds, "Aye, a Lowlander. Many a MacGregor fought for the Jacobites, but a few fought for the government during the '45." "And now they think they're better than us, but what the daft loons don't realize is, the British hate them just the same." As the Redcoats leave, we can see someone hiding in the trees watching them. Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan), looking pretty scruffy with a big beard and long scraggly hair, comes up to the house carrying a dead deer. He sees a woman picking Lavender and imagines it's Claire. She turns around and it's actually his sister Jenny. "Ye ye scairt the bowels out of me. They've taken Ian again. I foolishly hoped they were through when two years passed with no redcoats bedeviling us." Fergus has an idea: "We could go after them, milord. We could slit their throats in the night and free Monsieur Murray." Jenny is a little more sensible. "Oh, aye. That's a fine idea. A deed like that would bring the whole garrison to Lallybroch to kill us all, yerself included.I reckon every new commander needs to make a name for himself. Captain Lewis was talking about the 'Dunbonnet.' That's what they've taken to calling ye now. Soon enough you'll have ballads sung in yer honor. 'Tis time to tally the rents. Ian was just about to start on the books. Dinna suppose you could do that for me. Brother ... Brother! You ken why I can lie to the British and feel at peace? It's because I'm not lyin'. James Fraser hasna been here for a long, long time." Boston, 1949 Claire (Caitriona Balfe) is caring for her baby, "Here you go. Ooh, whee. There you go. Now, here's Bunny. Okay." She sits down to look at the paper, "Shall we see what 'The Globe' has to say today? Ireland Joins the Roster of Free Nations. To the roar of guns and the flash of fireworks in the sky, The Republic of Ireland was born today. Oh, shh, sweetheart. This is history in the making. You'll want to hear this. 'The Republic, free of British rule, have to' Aww, you turned over! Oh, all by yourself. Oh, you turned..." Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies) walks up dripping water and his loins wrapped in a towel. "Hot water cut out in the middle of my shower. The boiler must be out again." Claire coos to the baby, "What a clever girl you are." Frank's interested, "Why? What happened?" "She turned over, all by herself." Frank's amazed, "Oh, isn't it early for her to be doing that?" Claire is too. "Well, Dr. Spock says she shouldn't be doing it for at least another month." "Well, what does Dr. Spock know? - Come here, come to Daddy. Give me a kiss. Oh, you're so clever." Claire agrees and puts her hand on his shoulder. "Yeah." There's tension and awkwardness between them. "Aww. Oh, well - Yeah, I should, uh, go check the boiler." "Mm." Fergus approaches Jamie's cave entrance with Jamie peeking out. "I was careful. Wasn't followed. Cut back on myself, just like you taught me. I want to learn to shoot, milord." Jamie is very quiet and reserved, "Where'd you get this?" "It was hidden in the dovecote. I want to defend our home. I need to be ready." "For what?" "Uh, our next rebellion." Jamie is certain, "There will be no next rebellion." "But, milord" "No more fighting." Fergus is clearly frustrated, "Just because you're a coward now doesn't mean I am." Jamie is more reasonable. "Weapons are outlawed. Put it back where you found it. Don't touch it again." "Sir." Jamie is approaching Lallybroch as Mary MacNab steps outside and is suprised to see him there. "Dinna ken ye were expected today." Jamie says quietly, not looking at her. "Came to look at the ledgers." "Oh" "Where's my sister?" We can hear Jenny moaning and grunting from inside the house. "Dinna fash. The bairn had a mind to come early. Ye'll soon have a new niece or nephew." The three boys are out and about again, and Rabbie informs the others, "The bairn is on the way." Fergus says "Aye." Young Jamie points to a black bird on a roof, "A raven!" Rabbie MacNab knows what that means, "My granny says that ravens are messengers of death. Canna be near the house. The bairn will die!" The three boys are now dealing with the problem. Fergus has the situation in hand, "Bullet. Hand me the cloth." Rabbie asks, "Ye sure that's how it works?" "Yes, I watched Murtagh instructing the soldiers." Fergus aims and shoots the raven. We see that there are British soldiers nearby who hear the shot. Jamie did too, and grabs the gun from Fergus. "I told you never to touch this again." Rabbie comes to Fergus' defense, "There was a raven." Fergus defends his action, "We were protecting the bairn." Mary MacNab approaches, "Sir, ye have a wee nephew. He's fine and healthy. What were ye thinkin', Rabbie? Dinna be causing any more trouble." Jamie is checking up on Jenny. She says, "I thought I'd call him Ian. Time we named one after the man that sired them, eh? ... Ye always look braw with a wee bairn in yer arms. How long's it been since you've lain with a woman, Jamie?" Jamie looks very uncomfortable with her line of thought. "Don't Janet." "'She's dead.' That's all you ever told me. I dinna ken how or why. It's been six years now. Mary MacNab's still young enough for bairns. I couldna run the household without her, after Mrs. Crook died, and she's a fine mother to Rabbie." Jamie is adament, "I won't marry. Ever again." "It's God's sorrow ye never had the chance to bring a child into this ..." Jamie has had enough. "Maybe the bairn should meet his brother." As he's leaving with the baby, Jenny tries one more time, "There's still time. Do ye hear me, brother? I just I just want you to have some happiness!" Captain Lewis enters the house and orders, "Find the weapon." Private Jenkins acknowledges the order, "Yes, Captain." Captain Lewis prods, "Jenkins, move!" then addresses the boys downstairs, "Where's your mistress? You three, search the rooms downstairs," then demands, "MacGregor, come with me," as they head up the stairs. Corporal MacGregor yells, "Get that pistol! Where's the weapon?" Jenny says calmly from her bed, "Weapon? We we have no weapons here, Captain." Captain Lewis isn't buying her denial. "My scouts heard a shot from the vicinity of this estate, so I ask again. Where are you hiding the weapon?" "I canna answer for what yer scouts heard, but I'll tell you again, I dinna know of any weapons here. We'd never risk such a thing." "I remind you, Madam, that as an officer in His Majesty's army, I am obliged to search this house should I have the slightest suspicion that the Act of Proscription has been breached, and we will continue to do so until you comply with my request." "Captain, I have cooperated with every request made by His Majesty's soldiers." Captain Lewis notices the birthing mess, "Have you delivered a child, Madam?" "Aye." "Where is it? Should it not be at your breast?" It was a fearsome birth, and the bairn wasna breathing when he came. Ye see he was already gone." Corporal MacGregor meanly butts in with, "Good. It's one less teutcher we'll have to deal with." Captain Lewis takes over, "Hold your tongue, Corporal. Where's the body?" "The midwife took it away to clean it for burial." Captain Lewis orders Corporal MacGregor, "Find the midwife and have her bring the body." Jenny looks distraught, "Captain, please, I canna bear it." Mary MacNab enters the room, "Here's the pistol, Captain. 'Tis mine." Captain Lewis looks surprised, "Yours?" "It belonged to my late husband, Ronald. It was the only thing I had left of him, so I kept it. It gave me comfort. Mistress Murray knew nothing of it." "And what occasion did you have to fire it?" "I saw a raven land near the house while milady was delivering her child. So I shot it dead." Corporal MacGregor smirks, "Just one of the foolish Highland superstitions, sir. Believing a common bird can bring ill luck." Jenny adds, "But it was too late. As I told you, the bairn was born dead." Mary MacNab confirms this. "Aye. I-I'm heart sorry, Mistress." Corporal MacGregor almost gleefully asks, "Should I take her into custody, Captain?" Captain Lewis answers, "We have the weapon. She's no threat. But I warn you once more, Madam, if another violation occurs, there will be no mercy." Captain Lewis says as they leave, "Corporal, if you please!" Jenny thanks Mary, "Thank ye, Mary. Ye did well." Jamie enters carrying the baby, and tells Jenny, "They're gone." "This new captain, I've seen the look of his eyes. He's no one to give up. He'll no stop till ye're hanging from the end of a rope. ... Take a shovel. Dig a grave in the cemetery, in case they look." Frank and Claire are in bed together. He's asleep, but she's thinking of Jamie, longingly. She puts her hand on Franks face, "Claire? What is it?" "I miss my husband." Frank responds accordingly, choosing to mistake her meaning. The Redcoats have brought Ian back to Lallybroch. Corporal MacGregor taunts, "Go and rot, peg leg. Half the garrison are searching to the north, and the other half are searching to the south. It's only a matter of time until we find Red Jamie. Then we'll be back for you and yer whole family." Ian takes his leave of them with, "Aye, well, it's been a lovely visit, gentlemen." Fergus leaves to find Jamie, but detects that he's being followed, so leads them on a wild goose chase. Corporal MacGregor figures this out, "The brat is leading us in circles." Private Jenkins agrees, "I believe is he, sir." Fergus taunts them, "You think you're smart? I knew you were following me. But y-you can't trick me, you imbeciles." Corporal MacGregor taunts back, "Tell us where Red Jamie is. I know that you know, you filthy frog-eater." "There's no Red Jamie here. Leave us alone!" Corporal MacGregor declares, "I'll get it out of you, one way or another." Fergus fights back with, "You're harassing us. We don't want you around here! You're all pieces of shit. Go to hell! Dirty Scotsman. You betray your own people. And the Scots hate you for it. You'll never be one of them." Corporal MacGregor yells, "Ye brazen wee bastard." Fergus keeps going, "Your face is as red as your coat! You fancies!" Corporal MacGregor is getting madder and madder, "I'll rip your tongue out!" "Filthy redcoats!" "You'll pay for those words! That tongue will get my boot up your ass!" "You morons!" Jamie is observing this from a distance and mutters to himself, "Don't taunt them." Fergus yells, "No women will have you!" Corporal MacGregor warns, "You'll be sorry." Private Jenkins joins in as they chase Fergus, "Get back here, ye filthy urchin!" Jamie watches on and mutters, "Run, you fool." They catch Fergus and Corporal MacGregor gleefully yells, "French scum, we'll string you up. Canna run from me! Hold him down!" Fergus, seeing what's about to happen, yells, "Go to hell! No!" Private Jenkins tries to stop it, "Wait, he's just a lad." But it's too late. Corporal MacGregor cut Fergus's left hand off! Blood is gushing out. ARGHHHHHH!!!! Corporal MacGregor orders, "Come on, leave him." Private Jenkins reasons, "If we do nothing, he'll die!" "That's an order, Private." And they all leave. Jamie scrambles as fast as possible to Fergus, "Hold. Dinna be feart. Fergus, laddie. I watched milady do this many times." Jamie puts a cloth over the stump that's gushing blood and has Fergus hold it while he takes off his belt to make a tourniquet. Then he gathers him in his arms and heads for Lallybroch. Jenny enters the room where Jamie is anxiously waiting for news. "Yer quick actions saved him, brother." He's very distraught. "I should have stopped them." Jenny reasons, "Then ye'd be dead and so would he. We'd all be dead. Oh. Brother, oh ..." She tries to comfort him as he loses it. Jamie enters Fergus's room, "Ye all right, ye wee fool?" Fergus is very calm (sedated). "I'm sorry, milord. I tried to lead them away from the cave." "Ye did well. I'm the one who should be sorry. You remind me I have something to fight for." Fergus approves of this change in attitude and says, "There you are, milord." "Ah, here. Does it hurt much?" "A bit. Sometimes it feels warm or scratchy or hurts like it's still there. But Madame has been most generous with the whiskey. Although, you know that I prefer the taste of French wine. Do not trouble yourself, milord. I have been fortunate. Do you recall the agreement we made in Paris? When you hired me to steal letters for you?" "Aye." "You said, should I be arrested or executed, you would have Masses said for me for a year. And should I lose an ear or a hand while doing your service ..." Jamie adds, "That I would support you for the rest of your life. You can trust me to keep that bargain." "I have always trusted you, milord. I think I'm most lucky. In one stroke, I have become a man of leisure, no?" Back in Boston, Frank and Claire have their neighbors over for dinner Jerry Nelson (Martin Delaney) asks, "What do you call this again?" Frank answers, "It's called Eton mess." Claire clarifies, "Well, a cheerful term for a failed pavlova." Jerry tells Claire, "Well, it's damn delicious, whatever you call it. Maybe you could give Millie the recipe." "I'd be happy to." Millie Nelson (Kimberly Nixon) sets things straight. "Now, Jerry, when was the last time you saw me bake anything? If I can't find it in the frozen section at the A&P, we're not having dessert." Her husband agrees, "Uh, true. You know, I knew she was no Betty Crocker when I married her, but her talents lie elsewhere." Millie giggles, "Stop" and they kiss. Frank interrupts, "Uh, would anyone like more?" Both answer simultaneously, Millie says, "Heck, yeah" and her husband says, "Twist my arm." Jerry adds, "You mind if we kill the bottle?" Claire answers, "Uh, it's all yours." Jerry pours the rest into their glasses and says, "Uh, well, cheers." Millie too, "Cheers." And then Claire, "Cheers." After their guests have gone home, Frank asks Claire, "Nightcap?" Claire answers, "Please. So which of Millie's talents do you think Jerry was referring to?" "Well, it's obviously her encyclopedic knowledge of the complete works of Shakespeare." "You are a snob." "You asked the question." Claire turns away from him and seductively takes off her silk nickers (keeping her hose on, which technically would be hard to do unless planned for in advance). Frank's on board for this, and they start to make love. But Claire has her eyes closed, which bothers Frank. "Claire, look at me. Baby Claire, open your eyes." She doesn't, so he stops moving. "Why have you stopped?" "Y-you you never used to close your eyes when we made love. I don't ..." "It doesn't mean anything. I'm enjoying this." "Are you? I ..." "Of course." Frank's upset. "Then why can't you look at me?" Claire climbs out from under him and straightens her clothes. "Christ, Frank. If you're not in the mood, you just had to say." Frank is really hurt as he states the obvious. "Claire, when I'm with you, I'm with you. But you're with him." Ian understands what's going on with Jamie "My leg, it's not there, as anyone can plainly see, and yet, it pains me terrible sometimes. Even wakes me up at night. Fergus, the lad, he'll likely feel the same wi' his hand. Feeling a pain in a part of ye that's lost. And that's just a hand. Claire was yer heart." Jamie is leaving Fergus's room and notices a tapestry on the wall that's been slashed. Mary MacNab comes through a door walking toward him. "I thought perhaps the lad could use another blanket." "Who did this?" Mary MacNab answers, "The soldiers, when they were searching the house." "The redcoats. They're never gonna stop until they find the Dunbonnet." Jenny and Jamie are deep in conversation. She's not happy. "Turn in my own brother?" Jamie reasons, "That way, ye'll get the reward money. And they'll not come after ye, 'cause of yer loyalty to the Crown." "To hell with the Crown." Jamie lays out the plan, "Send word to Captain Lewis. Tell him ... Tell him you heard from me. You know when I'll be coming, and when I do, they'll be here to arrest me. They'll know, once and for all, you owe no allegiance to Red Jamie." Jenny agast! "Christ, man, you'll be hangit!" Jamie is at the end of his rope. "I'll no risk your lives for me any longer." Ian enters the conversation, "The British are no hanging Jacobites anymore. It's likely he'll only be imprisoned." "Only? Jamie, have ye not seen the inside of enough prisons for one lifetime?" "Little difference to the prison I live in now." Mary MacNab approaches Jamie's cave entrance as he watches her from inside. "Mistress Jenny has sent food. Do you mind the company?" "It would be welcome." "What you did that day, turning the pistol over to the redcoats. It was very brave." "'Twas the only thing I could do." Later she's just finished shaving him, and Jamie says, "Thank you for the barbering." "'Twas no bother." "I leave tomorrow. Take the books back to Lallybroch. Bury the rest. Stay out of sight. I'm gonna wash up in the river." Mary starts to unlace her dress. As Jamie returns from the river, he notices her in her shift. "Whose idea was this? Yours or my sister's? Did she think I'd change my mind?" "Does it matter?" "No. It doesn't matter because it's not gonna happen. If you won't leave, then I'll have to." Mary puts her hand on his back and says, "Sir. Your sister didna ask me to do what I'm doin'. I ken well enough what ye're thinking, for I saw your lady and how it was between the two of ye. And it's not my mind to make ye feel ye've betrayed that. What I want is to share something different. Something less, mayhap, but something we both need. Something to keep us whole, as we move forward in this life." Jamie looks unsure about this development. "I've no done this in a very long time." "Neither have I. You can look at me if you'd like." "Ye're a bonny lass. ... It's just something I always do." Claire is soothing the baby, "Shh-shh-shh ..." Claire VOICEOVER: "I threw myself into my new role as best I could. But there was still something missing in my life. Once, I had thought I was whole. I'd been able to love a man, to bear a child, to heal the sick, and all these things were natural parts of me. But the man I had loved was Jamie, and for a time, I had been part of something greater than myself. I wanted that again. That's why I knew, eventually, I would need to do something more." Claire is holding a scalpel in what appears to be a medical classroom. Dr. Simms (Geoff McGivern) enters the room and says, "Can I help you, miss?" "Isn't this the anatomy classroom?" "It is. Are you looking for someone? I have a class about to start." "You must be Dr. Simms." "I am. And you are?" "Claire Randall. First year." "Oh, yes, the Dean informed me there was a woman in this year's incoming class. A woman and a negro. How very modern of us." A bunch of male students enter the room and start to take seats. They are all surprised and hostile to Claire and block her so she can't sit next to them. So she finds a spot by herself. Then a black man enters and approaches Claire. "Is this spot taken?" Claire smiles and replies, "No, it's all yours." "Thanks. Joe Abernathy." "Claire Randall. Pleased to meet you." Joe Abernathy (Wil Johnson) responds, "Pleased to meet you." Dr. Simms starts, "All right, gentlemen. Let's begin." Frank is in bed and Claire climbs in her side saying, "Bunny was wedged behind the bed again." Frank replies, "I think Bree might be trying to tell us something." Claire smiles, "Good night." Frank smiles, "Good night." The camera pans back and you can see that they have separate twin beds. Jamie's plan to surrender to the Redcoats is happening Jamie walks under the archway at Lallybroch and says happily, "Jenny. It's me. I've come home!" Redcoat soldiers draw their guns on him, and Jamie looks at Jenny saying, "No, Jenny, no!" Captain Lewis states loudly, "James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, otherwise known as Red Jamie, you are hereby under arrest for high treason against His Majesty King George." Jamie is acting it up, "Not my own sister." Captain Lewis orders, "Put him in the irons!" Jamie looks betrayed, "How could you?" Jenny plays her part, "This is yer own fault! Ye brought this on yerself!" Captain Lewis hands Jenny a leather pouch, evidently her 'thirty coins'. "Well done, Madam. You've done a service to the Crown." Jamie yells, "This is blood money!" Jenny, in tears, yells back, "Ye gave me no choice, brother! And I'll never forgive you! Never!" Claire is crossing a bridge on foot and hears a man playing bagpipes. As she approaches him, she digs for some money in her purse to put in his cup. She looks sad, but then continues on her way, presumably to get on with her life. The sorrowful bagpipes indicate that everyone involved in the story at this point is pretty unhappy, but making do. S03-E03: All Debts Paid — Directed by Brendan Maher; Written by Matthew B. Roberts Boston, 1956 Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies) is cooking breakfast. Claire (Caitriona Balfe) asks, "Is that what I think it is?" "It is. A full English breakfast." Claire guesses, "Black pudding?" It is! "Ah, fingers off." Claire sniffs, "Mmm. And bread fried in bacon fat?" Frank confirms, "Of course." "What's the occasion?", she asks. Frank explains, "Well, Brianna came home from school the other day and asked for Eggo toaster waffles, so I've decided she needs more Englishness in her life." "And your plan is what? Are you going to feed the Americanness out of her?" Frank reasons, "Well, it's either that or I replace her beloved Dr. Seuss with Dickens." "Mm." Frank calls, "Brianna, breakfast is ready." Claire is estatic, "Oh, that's delicious. I've missed that." "Good. Perhaps I'm onto something." Claire states, "You know, I don't have class tonight, and I've read about as much as I can about gallbladders. Maybe we could go see a film later. Joe said 'The Searchers' is fantastic." Frank looks uncomfortable, "Um..." Claire continues, "Or, you know, if you're not in the mood for a western, we could go see 'Carousel.'" "No, that sounds that sounds lovely." Chuckling, he says, "I've seen them both." "Oh, both, really?" Frank confirms, "Yes." Now she get's it, "Oh, um..." Frank tries to defend himself, "Uh, we..." Claire breaks in, "No, no, I'm I'm sorry." "We agreed we were free to..." "No, of course." "I'm I'm being discreet, Claire." "Yes, you are. Thank you." Frank|There she is. Brianna comes in and hands her mother a paper, "For you." "Oh. Oh, that's wonderful, darling. Really lovely." Ardsmuir Prison, 1755 Lord John Grey (David Berry) approaches the prison and asks his companion, "Is it always so gloomy?" Harry Quarry (Jay Villiers) answers, "Chin up, My Lord. The drink here is fine compensation. I left you a list of booze-merchants. Paperwork's the worst of the duty. After that there's not a great deal to do, really, save to hunt for grouse and Frenchman's Gold." Lord John is interested in that last bit, "The fortune in bullion that Louis of France sent to Charles Stuart? They say the Highland army hid it somewhere on the moor." Quarry adds, "I was captivated by it my first year, determined to find it. But after a few years I finally yielded to my better senses. However, the man that does deliver a treasure such as that to London would certainly have the attention of the Crown." Lord John states, "I understand the prisoners to be mostly Jacobite Highlanders." Quarry confirms this, "Yes, and docile as sheep. No heart in them after Culloden. God, I'll be glad to get back to civilization." Lord John asks, "Not much in the way of local society, I gather?" Quarry chuckles, "My dear fellow. 'Society' will consist solely of conversation with your officers and one prisoner." "A prisoner?" "You'll not have heard of Red Jamie Fraser?" Lord John answers, "Of course. The man was notorious during the Rising." "Well, we have him. He's the only Jacobite officer here and the only man we keep chained. Lasted as a fugitive for six years after Culloden. Prisoners treat him as their chief. They call him Mac Dubh. I don't know what it means, a sign of respect of some sort. If matters arise, he acts as their spokesman. Guards are all afraid of him. Those that fought at Prestonpans say he's the Devil himself." "Poor Devil now." Harry Quarry adds, "You'll need Fraser's good will and cooperation. I had him take supper with me once a week. You might try a similar arrangement." Shocked by the idea, Lord John returns, "I'll not dine with that prisoner." Harry Quarry concedes, "As you wish. Well, I'll leave you to it. Good luck, Major." Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) asks, "Have ye seen ye're new governor yet? I had a look at him in the yard." Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) replies, "We havena spoken." Hayes reasons, "Well, better the Devil ye ken, than the Devil ye don't. Mac Dubh, am I wrong?" "No, Hayes, ye're no' wrong. I canna say if ye're right yet." Someone gives Jamie a cup, "For you, Mac Dubh." The familiar voice of Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) asks Jamie, "So ye've seen the new governor, then? Is that what the neep-heids were blathering about?" "Aye. I've seen him. Seems familiar. I canna place him. Name is Grey." Murtagh chuckles and coughs, "Matters not. All the mollies look alike. Take God's own eye to tell one from another." More coughing... Jamie counters, "They say the same about us." "They could tell well enough if they allowed us to wear our tartans." Murtagh is fingering a scrap of his old tartan. But Jamie warns him, "Best tuck that away. Ye know the punishment for having it." "Aye." More coughing... "So ye took no measure of the man?" Jamie sums up Grey, "He's gey young. Looks scarce more than a bairn. Carries himself well. Shoulders square and a ramrod up his arse." Murtagh chuckles and coughs, "The ramrod is standard issue in the British army." Jamie notices something on Murtagh's arm, "Ye've been bitten again." Murtagh confirms, "Aye. The rats are growing uncommon bold." Jamie hands him a bunch of thistles, "This'll help with the festering. And la grippe as well." "Och, not more of yer damn thistles. Do ye think me a pig?" Jamie adds, "Stubborn as one. It's only milk thistle. Take the heads off, mash the leaves, stems." Murtagh coughs some more. Jamie continues, "I learnt the trick from a lass who knew a fair amount about healing." (CHAINS RATTLING) A man leads Jamie in chains to Lord John and states, "The prisoner, sir, as commanded." Lord John says, "James Fraser." Jamie confirms, "Aye." "I am Major John William Grey, the governor of this prison. I believe you and Colonel Quarry had an understanding." Jamie confirms again, "We did." "I would like to continue that. You acting as spokesman for the prisoners." "Fine." Mackay (Martin Docherty) asks, "Where would you like your supper served, sir?" Lord John addresses Mackay, "In here, prisoner, if you please." Then he's startled by a rat and exclaims, "Damn my eyes! It's after my supper. Has the prison got a cat?" Mackay answers, "There're cats in the storerooms." "Well, fetch one up here at once." Then he asks, "Are there many rats in the cells?" Jamie answers, "Great many." Mackay adds, "They sometimes scurry across my chest whilst I'm sleeping, sir." Lord John orders, "If you will, Mackay, please ensure that each prison cell is provided with its own cat." Jamie and Mackay glance at each other meaningfully. Lord John asks, "Something the matter, Mackay?" But Jamie answers, "With respect, sir, I dinna think the men would care to have a cat takin' all their rats." Lord John looks incredulous, "Surely, the prisoners don't eat them?" Jamie quips, "Only when they're lucky enough to catch one. God knows what you did to be sent here, but for your own sake, I hope you deserved it." Mackay asks, "Will that be all then, sir?" Lord John answers, "Yes. For now." Boston, 1958 The livingroom of Claire and Frank's house is full of Claire's medical school colleagues. Joe Abernathy (Wil Johnson) is posing with Claire as Brianna (8/10 Yrs) (Gemma Fray) is taking a picture of them, with Frank's help. Brianna orders, "Mama, hold your diploma up a bit higher." Frank counts down, "Three, two, one, cheese. Very good. All right, who's next, maestro?" Brianna orders, "Just you and Mommy now." "Okay. Me and Mommy." Claire says, "Mm, all right, all right." Frank's looking kind of worried, "Darling, shouldn't you be leaving for Fontaine's? I don't want you to miss your reservation." Claire is unconcerned, "There's plenty of time." Frank really looking confused, "Really?" Claire clarifies, "It's for seven." Brianna asks, "You're coming with us, aren't you, Daddy?" Frank, looking guilty, says, "Uh, I wish I could, my angel, but, um, I have some work I need to finish." Yeah right! Brianna isn't having this and says testily, "If you're not going, I'm not going." Claire trys to reason with her, "Bree?" Frank chimes in, "You'll have a lovely time, I promise. I thought the reservation was at six." Claire confirms, "No. Sorry, it's seven. Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair soon enough." Joe Abernathy calls Claire, "Calling Dr. Randall." Claire goes to him, "Oh, excuse me." Joe says, "Dr. Joe's salvation elixir." Claire asks, "Is this your prescription for everything?" "Nothing a cold martini won't cure." Then the doorbell rings and Claire walks to it saying to Joe, "Mm, you are going to be a horrible doctor." Claire opens the door and says pleasantly, "Oh, may I help you?" The attractive blond woman standing there, her name we learn later is Sandy (Sarah Macrae), looks startled, "Oh I'm sorry. I ..." Frank approaches with Bree, "Claire? Bree, go and play." Claire puts two and two together and says pointedly to Frank, "Your work, I presume?" Then she pulls herself together and addresses her guests, "Here, my darling. Everyone I have an idea. Why don't we go to the restaurant now? And if they can't seat us early, we'll just entertain ourselves at the bar." An old man is walking down the road as the Ardsmuir wagon approaches him. Corporal Brame (Neil Ashton) says, "The Devil? Halt! Bring me that man! (SPEAKING GAELIC) Who are you, sir? How do you come by this place?" Duncan Kerr (Murray McArthur), the old man, says quietly, "The gold is cursed." Corporal Brame asks, "Did he just say gold?" Duncan Kerr is speaking a mixture of Gaelic and French, and a little bit of English. Corporal Brame orders, "Take him with us." Duncan Kerr rambles on, "The gold the gold is cursed." Lord John is in the prison yard while Jamie is being lead up to him in irons. "Mr. Fraser. Thank you for coming. I summoned you because a situation has arisen in which I require your assistance." Jamie asks warily, "And what might that be, sir?" "A man named Duncan Kerr has been found wandering the moor near the coast. He appears to be gravely ill, near death even, and his speech is deranged. However, certain matters to which he refers appear to be of substantial interest to the Crown. Unfortunately, the man in question has been heard to babble in a mixture of Gaelic and French, with no more than a word or two of English." Jamie gets the drift, "And you would like my assistance to translate what this man might have to say?" Lord John confirms, "I've been told you speak both Gaelic and French. We haven't much time." and starts to whisk him away with him, but Jamie's not cooperating with this play. "I fear I must decline, sir." Lord John is surprised, "Might I inquire as to why, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie tells him, "I'm a prisoner. Not an interpreter." Lord John takes a different approach, "Mr. Fraser, if you do what I ask, I will have your irons struck off. I understand you've been wearing them for three years. I can't imagine how heavy they must feel. I have, however, two conditions. You give a full and true account of whatever the fellow says, and you relay to no one, save me, any information you glean." "And I have but one condition, sir. That you provide blankets and medicine for all the men that are ill." Lord John seems a little surprised by this. "A most ambitious request. We're in short supply of both and I can't possibly bring that about." "Then this conversation is over, sir. Return the irons if you must." Lord John says earnestly, "Mr. Fraser, believe me when I tell you that I would honor your request if I were able." Jamie narrows down his request, "I would settle for one man, then. My kinsman, Murtagh Fitzgibbons. He's been struggling to survive here ever since Culloden." Lord John agrees, "I will inquire as to what we have in stores." "Then you have a bargain, sir." Claire has been waiting up for Frank to return, and then asks increduously, "You invited her here? Where our daughter lives." Frank defends himself, drunkenly, "You were taking the car, so she was she was just picking me up, huh." Claire continues her attack, "You really dislike me that much? It's my graduation, for God's sake, Frank. You humiliated me in front of my new colleagues." Frank strikes back, "Oh, welcome to the club." "What the hell does that mean?" Frank shushes her, "Keep your voice down. You'll wake Brianna." Claire asks again more quietly, "What does that mean?" Frank continues, "It mean (SIGHS) It means you're not as good an actress as you think you are, Claire. Do you honestly think anyone at Harvard believes that we're happily married? You've convinced no one. And let's not forget, it was your idea to lead separate lives." Frank defends his girlfriend, "Do not call her that. Sandy has a Ph. D. fellowship in historical linguistics. She's no fucking harlot." Claire sneers, "Does she? Well, I'm sure you two will have plenty to discuss, then." Frank says nastily, "Oh, are you jealous now? Green ain't your color, Claire." Claire counters, "Oh, go to hell. You knew how important today was to me. You did this deliberately. You you wanted to hurt me." "Maybe I did. Maybe I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine, Dr. Randall." Claire asks, "Have you fucked her in our bedroom? (CHUCKLES) Have you?" "I think our bedroom is far too crowded already. Wouldn't you agree?" Claire exhales sharply, "Fine. Let's stop with the pretense, Frank. File for divorce." Frank's surprised, "Divorce?" Claire's had it. "Why not? You'd have your freedom." "Yes. I would. When Jerry divorced Millie a a year ago, he he gained his freedom, but he lost his children for it. The court ruled that a a child needs a mother more than his father. He rarely sees them now. That I will not let that happen to Brianna and me." Claire says sincerely, "I would never keep Bree from you. Well, we could work out a compromise." Frank's not buying it. "Forgive me, Claire, if I don't risk everything on your promises. You have not been very good at keeping them. Anything else you'd like to discuss while we're here? Jesus Christ. Oh, there is a reason why we are so terribly bad at charades, my darling." Lord John is waiting just outside the door while Jamie speaks softly to Duncan Kerr in Gaelic, "Be still, my friend. All you say will be told to the English. What do you ... know of the Frenchman's gold?" Duncan Kerr repeats again in English, "The gold is cursed." Speaking Gaelic, "Do ye be warned, lad. She hid them. Aye. It is theirs ... she says it. For the sake of him who is dead. Her brothers and her home. She is death. He is dead. The MacKenzie is dead." Jamie tries to bring him back to the subject, "The gold, man." Speaking Gaelic, "Where is the gold?" Duncan Kerr continues, "All of them." Switching to Gaelic again, "All dead! Colum, Dougal, ... Ellen, too! Folk do say how Ellen MacKenzie did leave ... and go to wed ... with a silkie from the sea. She says it." Jamie tries to pull him back, "The gold." Speaking Gaelic, "Man, where is the gold?" Duncan Kerr warns, "Do ye be warned, lad. It was given by the ban-druidh, the white witch." Jamie perks up at this, "Who is she? The white witch?" Duncan Kerr continues, "She...she seeks a brave man, a MacKenzie. Aye." Jamie tries again, "Speak to me man." In Gaelic, "Tell me again." Duncan Kerr ends with, "She will come for you." Then he dies. Lord John asks, "Well, Mr. Fraser, tell me what he said." Jamie shakes his head, "Speaking of white witches and selchs." Lord John was expecting more. "Selchs? White witches? That's it? You're holding back." Jamie states firmly, "I keep my bargains, sir." Lord John looks doubtful, "Do you, Mr. Fraser? I suspect there is more to this story. I can force you to talk." Jamie is serious. "There's nothing you can do that hasn't already been done to me, so try if you must." Lord John lets it go for now. "We will speak again, Mr. Fraser." Claire and Frank sang her, "Happy birthday to you - Birthday to you Muah." Brianna (Sophie Skelton) states, "Well, I know what I'm wishing for." Claire takes a hard line, "Well, don't waste it on a car. Because you're not getting one." Frank is obviously the more obliging parent, "Oh, wish away. You never know." Murtagh and Jamie are talking. Jamie has what looks like some weeds in his hand. Murtagh looks disgusted, "This is worse than yer last putrid concoction." Jamie defends with, "It's all I can manage." Murtagh asks, "What happened with Kerr?" Jamie answers, "His speech was a mad rant, not much made sense. Said the gold was cursed. Mentioned something about ..." Murtagh, coughing, is impatient, "Get on with it before I die of old age." Jamie continues, "A white witch who had, uh, some connection to the gold." Murtagh is interested, "A white witch? And ye're thinking after all these years?" Jamie says, "Of course not." But of course he IS. Murtagh asks skeptically, "But is it even possible?" Jamie shakes his head, "I dinna ken." "I wish we could know what became of her once you sent her through the stones." Jamie says sadly, "Wishing will no bring her back." Murtagh is sad too, "But I think of her every now and then. And the wee bairn that she was carrying." Jamie has experience with this. "Try not to think of it. It will only bring ye pain and suffering." Murtagh adds, "Can I at least pray them sound?" A man says, "Fraser, get up." Jamie answers Murtagh's question, "Aye. That ye can." Lord John addresses Jamie, "I am told you used to dine with Colonel Quarry. I trust you'll do me the same honor now." Jamie is on to him, "You think yer pleasantness will loosen my tongue?" Lord John looks affronted, "Of course I didn't mean ..." Jamie shoots him down, "Ye can return me to the cells, if ye have that in mind." Lord John trys to reason with him cordially, "Mr. Fraser, I only ask for you to dine with me in attempt to forge a connection between us better suited to our situation here. Lovely." Jamie sees an advantage, "Fine. Then I'll ask your leave to hunt for ourselves; since the Crown cannot supply the men with adequate food." Lord John looks agast, "A hunt? Gi give you weapons and allow you to wander the moors? God's teeth, Mr. Fraser." Jamie clarifies, "Not weapons. And not wandering. Give us leave to set snares upon the moor when we're cutting peats. And keep such meat as we take. We could also gather watercresses, sir." Lord John is surprised, "What for?" Jamie clarifies, "To eat." "Why?" Jamie explains, "Well, eating green plants will stop ye getting scurvy." Utterly shocked, Lord John asks, "Wherever did you get that notion?" "From my wife." "You're married?" Jamie says sadly, "She's gone." "I see. Well I shall take your proposal under consideration. Now may we please begin? The pheasant will get cold. Extremely feeble-minded bird, all but beg to be shot. Nonetheless, quite tasty in a wine sauce, wouldn't you agree?" Jamie surprises him, "Aye. Vin de Bourgogne. The sauce." Lord John looks a little confused, "I, um I'm not sure." Jamie is telling the story about his dinner with Lord John to the other prisoners and they are hanging on every word. "We had, uh, roast pheasant in a wine sauce." Murtagh asks coughing, "Oh, red wine?" "Aye. Aye, vin de Bourgogne. Yeah, the bird was served with with carrots and nips, fresh herbs, uh, cruss of rolls topped with butter." Another man says dreamily, "Slow down, Mac Dubh. I want to savor every morsel." Murtagh coughs. Jamie adds, "Then we had fresh salmon." The prisoners are outside with some guards and a wagon. One prisoner runs off saying, "We're just checking the snares." Another man states, "Aye, the governor said that we could." A soldier orders, "Stay on them." Another soldier answers, "Yes, sir." This is all a distraction for the guards. While they're not looking, Jamie and a couple of prisoners hide Jamie in a trench with some grass thrown over him. Jamie says, "Come on, lads." A guard orders, "Slow down. Stay with them." Another guard says, "On it, sir." Someone says, "Easy, boys." A prisoner pulls up an empty snare looking sad, "I've got nothing." Another prisoner pulls up a snare with a dead rabbit, "I've got one!" Another prisoner says, "That's my snare." The first one says, "Rubbish, this is my one." The other one argues, "No, it's not." The first one says, "Yer just jealous because I've got one and you havena." Lord John has been informed that Jamie "Escaped." Corporal Brame states to Lord John, "We checked behind that brush." They are looking out to a small island with some sort of building on it. Lord John asks, "Are you sure the patrol caught sight of him here?" Corporal Brame answers, "Yes, sir. Thought they saw him swimming out to the islands." Lord John orders, "I want the cliffs searched in both directions. Keep an eye out for boats below. God knows there's room enough to hide a sloop behind some of those islands." Corporal Brame reasons, "If he went in anywhere along this stretch, Major, you'll have seen the last of him. Sir, it's been three days now." Lord John is discouraged, "I do not need reminding, Corporal. Remain here until nightfall, then return to the moor." Jamie sneaks up behind Lord John as he's relieving himself, "Yeah, that's how it's done, William Grey, second son of Viscount Melton. How long did it take yer comrades to find ye after we tied ye to that tree? Were ye there so long as to shite yerself?" Lord John is surprised, "You remembered." "Aye. After ye called me to yer quarters that first day. I tend to remember anyone who tries to slit my throat." Lord John asks, "Why did you not speak of it before?" "I was waiting for the proper occasion. Why did ye not remind me?" Lord John says sheepishly, "I think you know why." FLASHBACK TO THEIR FIRST MEETING Jamie is threatening Claire for Lord John's benefit, "Maybe indifferent to yer own welfare, but perhaps ye may have some concern - for this lady's honor, huh?" Claire screams for effect. 16 year old Lord John falls for the ruse, "All right! Release the lady and I will tell you whatever you wish." BACK TO CURRENT TIME Lord John states, "They were the actions of a foolish boy and I regret them to this very day. The mere memory of them burns shame into my gut. But fortunately for you, my foolishness at Corrieyairack saved your life at Culloden. Did it not?" "Aye. Your brother Lord Melton was an honorable gentleman." Lord John states the obvious, "And my family debt to you has been discharged." Jamie wryly adds, "But not yer promise." Lord John asks, "Promise?" Jamie clarifies, "When last we parted you vowed " FLASHBACK AGAIN Young Lord John vows, "I owe you my life. I should hope to discharge that debt in the future. And once it is discharged, I will kill you." BACK TO CURRENT TIME Jamie shoves the sword in the ground, kneals down, and says, "Well, sir here I am." Lord John puts the sword to Jamie's throat, but says, "I am not a murderer of unarmed prisoners." Later Jamie admits to Lord John, "I told ye faithfully all that Kerr told me that night. What I didna tell ye was some of what he said had meaning to me." "What meaning was that?" "I spoke to you of my wife." Lord John says, "Yes. You said she was dead." Jamie corrects him, "I said she was gone. She was a healer. A white lady. The word in Gaelic is ban-druidh. It also means witch." Lord John get it. "The white witch. So the man's words referred to your wife?" "I thought they might be. And if so, uh, I had to go to see for myself. There was nothing there to do with her. She is truly gone." Lord John asks, "And the gold, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie chuckles, "King Louis never sent gold to the Stuarts. All I found was a empty box save for one jewel." Lord John looks skeptical, "It is a moving story, Mr. Fraser. Yet there is no evidence that is the truth." Jamie holds his hand out and says, "I give ye my word my story is true. And I have this as well. I saved it thinking it might be useful if ever I were to be freed." Contratulations Class of '66 A woman at the podium is reading off the graduates' names and people are applauding after each: "Mary Peterson. Sandra Phillips. Brianna Randall." Frank says proudly, "That's my girl." The woman continues reading names, "Kevin Riley. Amanda Ross." Claire meets Bree's eyes and mouths to her, "I'm so proud of you." The woman continues, "Megan Sanborne." Corporal Brame motions to Murtagh, "Fitzgibbons is over there." Jamie questions, "What's this, then?" Corporal Brame informs him, "The governor ordered me to accompany the doctor here to treat your kinsman." Lord John and Jamie are playing chess and talking comfortably. Lord John states, "It's good to see your friend, Fitzgibbons, is better." "Aye. Very much. After three months of tending by your physician he's in fine fettle. Why ye cunning wee bastard. Where the hell did ye learn that trick?" Lord John says proudly, "My elder brother taught it to me." "Ah, Lord Melton, ye mean." "Yes." "Your brother very stubbornly refused to shoot me. I wasna inclined to be grateful for the favor at the time." Lord John seemed surprised, "You wished to be shot?" "I thought I had reason." Lord John opens up, "What reason was that? I mean no impertinence in asking. It is only at that time, I felt similarly. I lost a particular friend at Culloden. He was the reason I joined the army. He inspired me. My brother was there when I found him dying. I didn't even have the chance to say a proper good-bye. Hal dragged me away. He was embarrassed, you see. He said I would overcome it. Come to terms with it. In time. Hal is generally right, but not always. Some people, you grieve over forever. Do you find your life greatly burdensome, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie answers, "Perhaps not greatly so. I think perhaps the greatest burden lies in caring for those we cannot help. Not in having no one for whom to care. That is emptiness. But no great burden." "Your wife, she was a healer, you said?" Jamie chuckles and smiles, "She was. She ... Claire. Her name was Claire." Lord John seems moved, "You cared for her very much, I think." "I meant to thank you some time, Major." "Thank me? For what?" "That night we first met at Corrieyairack. For what ye did for my wife." ANOTHER FLASHBACK Jamie says, "Perhaps ye may have some concern for this lady's honor, huh? Huh?" Young Lord John yells, "Let her go! All right, release the lady and I will tell you whatever you wish." BACK TO THE PRESENT Lord John understands now. "Hmm. That was your wife?" "You were a worthy foe. Do you blame me?" Lord John chuckles, "If you found a 16-year-old shitting himself with fear a worthy opponent, Mr. Fraser, it is little wonder the Highland army was defeated." Jamie goes on, "Well, a man that doesna shit himself with a knife held to his throat has either no bowels, or no brains. Ye wouldna speak to save yer own life, but ye would to save the honor of a lady. I admire that." "Your wife was in no danger at all." "But ye didna ken that at the time. Ye thought to save her life and her virtue at the risk of yer own. Oh, I've thought of that now and again since since I lost her." Lord John says kindly, "I see. I am sorry for your loss." Then he reaches across and puts his hand on Jamie's. Jamie says distinctly and quietly, "Take yer hand off me ... or I will kill you." Frank comes up to Claire who's looking tired. "Tough surgery? I can tell by just looking at you." "Oh, they all seem tough these days." Frank reasons, "You've done what you can." "Yes." "Worrying about it now won't change it." Claire just says, "Hm." "Ah, well, I've said it all before." "You have." Then she chuckles and asks, "What is it?" Frank blurts out, "I'd, uh, I'd like to take Brianna to England." Claire seems happy by the idea, "Oh, that's lovely. How long would you go for?" Frank charges ahead, "Well I've been offered a position at Cambridge. A good one." Claire seems confused, "An offer?" Frank just says, "Mm." Claire asks, "What about the hospital? My patients? Frank, I can't leave Boston and move to England." Frank states coldly, "I'm not asking you to leave. I want a divorce, Claire." Claire is stunned, "A-a divorce?" "Yes." "Well, we talked about this years ago and you said ..." "No, I know I know what I said. But Brianna's 18 now." Claire asks, "Does she know about this plan?" "No, not yet. But I think she'll come. Between med school and the hospital, you've barely been here." Claire is furious!, "How dare you." "Claire, please. There are fine universities there. Oxford, for one, where I still have some pull." "And what about Candy? Hm?" Frank corrects, "Sandy. We'll get married as soon as I'm free." Claire scoffs, "Oh, you're going to marry her? For God's sake, Frank. Be serious." Frank is resigned to it. "I'm finished with this, Claire." "You've been waiting. All this time, you've just been waiting for the clock to run out. Well, Brianna is my daughter. And you will not take her anywhere." "Yeah, well, I don't think I'll have to." Claire yells, "You bloody bastard!" "Be reasonable, Claire." "You want to divorce me? Fine. Use whatever grounds you like except adultery, which you can't prove because it doesn't exist. If you try to take Brianna away from me, I will have a thing or two to say about adultery, Frank." "This isn't about you and me anymore. Brianna is a grown woman. She she can make her own decisions. She has her own life. I would like to live the rest of my life with a wife who truly loves me. You couldn't look at Brianna without seeing him. Could you? Without that constant reminder. Him. Might you have forgotten him, with time?" Claire says sadly, "That amount of time doesn't exist." Frank grabs his keys and storms out. Meanwhile, the phone rings and Claire answers it. "Dr. Randall. Yes. Are they prepping for surgery? Okay, I'll be right there." START WORKING HERE The prisoners at Ardsmuir are all lined up. Corporal Brame orders, "Prepare to march the men." Another man says, "The ships sail at nightfall." Corporal Brame addresses Jamie, "Fraser?" In the background a man orders, "To the right. Close your ranks." Jamie is confused, "What's happening?" Corporal Brame answers, "Prison's closing. The prisoners are being removed. The fortress is to be garrisoned by the Queen's Seventh Own Regiment of Dragoons." "Removed? To where?" Corporal Brame states, "The colonies." A man in the background is ordering, "Quickly, now. The journey ahead is long." Jamie asks, "Where am I being taken?" Some man says, "Keep your line." Jamie questions Lord John, "Grey?" But he's just being pulled away with his hands in shackles. No chance to even say good bye to anyone, including Murtagh. Lord John says to Jamie, "It's been three days. You're going to have to talk to me eventually." Jamie states flatly, "'Tis no better than slavery." Lord John corrects him, "A term of indenture is not slavery. The other prisoners will regain their freedom after a term of 14 years." "If they survive. Why was I not sent to the territories or the colonies wi' them? Why do you keep me here, Grey? " "You are not merely a prisoner, but a convicted traitor, imprisoned at the pleasure of His Majesty. Your sentence cannot be commuted without Royal approval. His Majesty has not seen fit to give that approval. I couldn't give you freedom, Fraser. This is the next best I could manage." "Where am I to go, then? " "It's called Helwater. You'll serve Lord Dunsany. I shall visit you once each quarter, to ensure your welfare." "Welfare?" "But I caution you your new host is not well disposed to Charles Stuart or his followers. You can scarcely hope to conceal the fact that you're a Scot, a Highlander at that. It you will consider a piece of well-meant advice, it might be judicious not to use a name as easily recognized as your own." "Why? Why would you do that for me? I didna let ye have yer way." "I regret that particular moment of weakness. It was foolish of me. But I told you about someone I cared for. And you did the same. You gave me my life all those years ago. Now I give you yours. I hope you use it well." "Yer brother discharged that debt." "For the sake of the family name. I discharge it for the sake of my own. Now, Mr. Fraser, let's be on our way." Claire is addressing the husband of one of her surgical patients, "Frances is in recovery. She's stable, and her vitals are good. The best thing you can do for her now is get some rest." Patrick (Shane Quigley Murphy) says, "Thank you." Joe Abernathy approaches her, looking sad, "It's Frank. There's been a car accident." Claire runs down the hall and goes into a room where Frank's body is laid out. "Oh, Frank. If you're still close enough to hear me, I did love you. Very much. You were my first love." Lesley (Keith Fleming) S03-E04: Of Lost Things — Directed by Brendan Maher; Written by Toni Graphia Scotland, 1968 Roger Wakefield (Richard Rankin) says to Claire Randall (Caitriona Balfe) and Brianna Randall (Sophie Skelton), "So if our theory is correct, that Claire spent three years in the past and when she returned, three years had gone by here, it follows that time passes at the same rate in both centuries. Since you've been home for 20 years, we have to establish that Jamie's alive 20 years after Culloden. So 1766." Brianna chimes in, "There's no record of him at the Tolbooth. Nothing in Stirling either. Or Arbroath or Blackness. You're sure they recorded the names of every single prisoner?" Fiona Graham (Iona Claire)) adds, "If Red Jamie was also the Dunbonnet from Grannie's tales, he'd have been a very well-known outlaw." Claire replies to Fiona, "I always loved your grandmother's stories. She was a very special friend to me." Fiona asks Roger, "Will you have some cream on your scone, Roger? You're much too thin." Brianna says, "The Dunbonnet is only a legend. Even if such a person existed, he was an outlaw. What's to say that Jamie was ..." Claire interrupts, "I found him. Ardsmuir Prison." Brianna checks, "There he is, James Fraser." Roger looks at the three sheets, "1753. '54. 1755. His name appears on each of these annual rolls. But the prison closed in 1756." Brianna asks, "What happened to the prisoners?" Roger answers, "I don't know, but this is cause for celebration, no? And it's never too early for a whisky." Helwater, England, 1756 An elaborate carriage and two wagons containing luggage pull up to the Helwater manor and Mr. Evans (Richard Addison) welcomes the family home, "Welcome home, My Lord. Lady Dunsany. Uh, we pray that you're all in good health. Uh, Lady Geneva, Lady Isobel, so good to see you home again." Isobel Dunsany (Tanya Reynolds) greets him. "Good to be home, Mr. Evans. Italy was far too warm for my taste." Mr. Evans replies, "I dare say, My Lady." Lord William Dunsany (Rupert Vansittart) says, "I trust that all's been well whilst we've been abroad, Mr. Evans?" "Indeed, My Lord." Lord Dunsany adds, "I see that the new groomsman is amongst us." "Yes, My Lord." "I must have a word with him. Send him to the house, will you?" Mr. Evans tells Burton, "Tell MacKenzie His Lordship would like a word with him." Then Burton (Greg Powrie)) tells Claire Randall (Caitriona Balfe), "Mr. Evans says the Master wishes to speak with you." Lord Dunsany addresses Jamie, "So you're the Scottish prisoner? Alexander MacKenzie." "Your servant, My Lord." Lord Dunsany continues, "Major Grey disclosed to me that you were a soldier and fought in the Rising of '45." "I did, My Lord." "But he also told me that you were an honorable man who spared his life before Prestonpans. I lost my only son there. Gordon was a young captain in Bolton's regiment." Jamie understands their grief, "Many good men were lost to their families in the rebellion. On both sides." "I respect a man who fights for his cause. Gordon gave his life for what he believed I take heart from this. You were defeated. Our quarrels are bygone. I cannot say that Lady Dunsany feels the same. She carries a great hatred for any Jacobite. She's never overcome Gordon's passing." Jamie empathasizes, "Pain of losing a child never leaves you. I've lost two children myself, My Lord." Lord Dunsany softens a bit, "Well then. I'll simply tell Lady Dunsany that you're a groom heartily recommended by Major Grey, not a prisoner. You'll receive a small stipend for your services. But you are a prisoner, MacKenzie. Mind you don't forget it." Evidently Roger's car has died and he is looking under the hood while Brianna looks on. Brianna quotes Fiona with a Scottish accent, "'Will you have some cream on your scone, Roger?' You know she has a crush on you." Roger doesn't get it, "Fiona? Och, no. She just likes being helpful." "You know, at first I thought maybe Fiona was your girlfriend." Roger bangs his head on the car hood, "Girlfri Girlfriend? Fiona? No. I mean, I have girls who are friends, but not one I'd call a and I don't there's no I don't have a girlfriend." Brianna orders, "Move aside." She fiddles with something, then says, "All right. Try it now." Roger starts the car. "Okay. What did you do?" "Distributor cap was loose." Roger says cheekily, "What do I owe you?" Brianna answers with a twinkle in her eye, "I'll think of somethin'." Burton tells Jamie at the stables, "MacKenzie. Time to draw straws." Jamie asks, "For?" Burton evades with "You'll see." Dorsey (Ali Craig)) draws the short straw and says, "Thanks, lads." Lady Geneva Dunsany (Hannah James) approaches haughtily, "I'm ready for my ride." Dorsey informs her, "I shall accompany you, My Lady." Then she orders Jamie, "Fetch my palfrey." "At once. Right away, My Lady." Then he goes into the stable to get her horse. Testily, Geneva orders, "Hurry up, you useless Scotchman." Behind her back Jamie says under his breath, "A boot on the hindquarters is what that one needs." But Isobel overhears him, "The horse? Or my sister?" Embarrased, Jamie apologizes, "Pardon, My Lady. I I meant " Isobel states, "I know exactly what you meant. But I doubt it would do her any good." Jamie asks her, "May I saddle yer horse, My Lady?" But Isobel declines, "I only come down to look at the horses, admire their beauty." This is something Jamie also appreciates, "Aye. They are magnificent." Isobel is kind of sad, "It pains me that my father confines such splendid creatures." Jamie says consolingly, "I've seen a great many stables. But Helwater's are by far the finest." "A cage is still a cage. How long were you in the employ of Lord John?" Jamie answers, "I was under his charge a wee bit over a year." Isobel obviously has a crush on Lord John, "I've known the Major since we were youngsters. I find him to be a rare and interesting person. I imagine he'll make someone a good husband." Jamie understands and tries to let her down gently, "Uh, forgive me, My Lady, but military and marriage are no easy bedfellows. The Major's passion lies in soldiering." Isobel has her mind set. "His dedication to king and country is one of the things I admire most about him." Back at Reverend Wakefield's manse, the phone rings and Roger answers it. "Wakefield Residence. One moment please. It's the hospital in Boston." Claire takes the phone, "Hello. This is Dr. Randall." Her friend Joe Abernathy (Wil Johnson) says cheerfully, "Lady Jane." Claire smiles, "Joe. Well, it is lovely to hear your voice." Joe Abernathy orders, "Guess what I'm eating." Claire thinks on it, "Well, let's see, it's Tuesday, so it could only be chicken cacciatore." Joe says, "You may not miss me, but I know you miss Jeveli's." Claire confirms, "I miss both." Joe is anxious to have her back, "So I'll make a reservation for two. When should I say?" Claire only says, "Oh, soon." Joe wants more detail, "What month is soon in?" Claire won't be pinned down, "I can't say yet." Joe gets to the point, "Italian food aside, the reason I called, I saw Harry Greenbaum today for abdominal pain." "Harry? What did you find?" Joe informs her, "Positive Murphy's sign and calcifications on the X-ray. I scheduled the surgery for next week." Claire tells him, "You can handle it, Joe." "Of course I can. But I'm just surprised you aren't insisting on doing it yourself." Claire is done, "Let me know how it goes. Good-bye, Joe." 1757 Lord and Lady Dunsany and their daughters are escorting an elderly gentlement to his carriage. Lady Louise Dunsany says, "I can't tell you how pleased I am with this arrangement. Geneva will be a fitting bride, Your Lordship." Her husband adds, "We're certain this match will bring good fortune to both our families." Lord Ellesmere (James Cameron Stewart) (the elderly gentleman) says haughtily, "My sister advised me to seek in marriage a lady less pettish. However, I find Geneva's disposition appealing." Lord Dunsany affirms, "My daughter will not disappoint you, sir." Ellesmere is irritated at Jamie who is working on one of the carriage horse's feet, "Am I to wait all day?" Jamie replies calmly, "Almost finished, My Lord." Ellesmere says to Lord Dunsany, "My God, if a child of mine had hair that color, I'd drown him before he drew his second breath." Ellesmere then grabs Geneva's hand, "Farewell, my dearest. A mere fortnight until you're mine." As Ellesmere leaves, Geneva notices Jamie walking away and a scheme is forming in her mind. Geneva approaches the stable. "I'm ready for my ride. MacKenzie, fetch my palfrey. You will accompany me today." As Geneva and Jamie are riding along, Geneva asks him, "What do you think of my betrothed?" Jamie evades the question. "The Earl of Ellesmere? It's not my place to give an opinion, My Lady." Geneva insists, "I demand your opinion, MacKenzie." Jamie concedes, "He appears fond of you." Geneva states the obvious. "His most attractive quality is his wealth. What do you find attractive?" Jamie evades again, "I don't think of such things, My Lady." Geneva calls him on it. "Liar. Aren't you coming?" Jamie, uncomfortable with the conversation tries a different approach, "We should turn back. 'Fore it gets dark." Geneva insists, "We have time. Besides, you have to do my bidding." She races ahead of him, then when she's out of sight, we hear a scream. Worried, Jamie rushes to her and picks up her limp form, "My Lady." Geneva opens her eyes, "I knew you'd do as I told you." Jamie promptly dumps her in the middle of a big pool of mud. Instead of being put off by this, she smiles up at him with mud all over her face and says, "I look forward to our next ride!" Jamie and Lord John are playing chess outside. Lord John says, "King's pawn to king four." Jamie counters with, "Queen's knight to bishop three." Lord John states, "The Dunsanys are pleased with your work." Jamie replies, "So even after all these months, ye've come all this way to Helwater for the sake of my welfare? Or is it because ye canna find anyone else to play chess with?" Lord John returns, "No one suitable." Jamie agrees, "Yes." Isobel, Geneva, and Lord John's brother Lord Melton (Sam Hoare) approach. Hal addresses his brother, "Johnny." Lord John tells Jamie, "It appears my next move will have to wait." Geneva has a scheme, "Colonel Melton, you must remember MacKenzie?" Hal recognizes Jamie and says, "MacKenzie. Yes. Although it's been some time now." Jamie is looking very uncomfortable, "Aye. We are acquainted, My Lady." Isobel adds, "Major Grey was good enough to recommend Mr. MacKenzie to us. He's a master of the horses." Geneva muses, "If only he were as good with people as he is with horses." Isobel asks innocently, "How has your family managed without him?" Hal says slyly, "If it were up to me, I would never have let such a man go. But then, I'm not my brother." Geneva says flirtatiously, "Come, Lord Melton. We have much to catch up on. Why don't we do it over a game of cribbage?" Hal smiles and replies, "It would be my pleasure." The three of them walk away. Geneva walks up to Jamie and Dorsey working. They both stop and bow to her. Dorsey walks off and Geneva addresses Jamie, "You needn't stand on ceremony for my sake, MacKenzie. What are you doing?" Jamie resumes his work. "Shoveling shit, My Lady." "Goodness. You understand I could have told my father you dropped me in the mud. You're very fortunate I have a merciful heart." "Aye, very fortunate, My Lady." "As you know, my wedding is in three days." Jamie replies, "I wish ye every happiness." A disgruntled Geneva counters with, "Married to a man old enough to be my grandsire? It's a vile agreement." Then she ponders him and asks, "Have you ever been married, MacKenzie?" Jamie replies, "Aye." Geneva says smugly, "Then you'll know what to do. When you come to my bed." Jamie is shocked, "You've lost your mind. If ye had one to lose." Affronted, Geneva declares, "How dare you speak that way to me." Jamie, also affronted, shoots back, "How dare you speak that way to me. A lassie of breeding, making indecent proposals to a groom?" Geneva is petulent. "I am damned if my maidenhead will be given to a depraved old goat like Ellesmere." Jamie has had enough of this conversation and starts to leave, "Good day to you, My Lady." Geneva isn't done yet. "I couldn't fathom why someone of Major Grey's standing would spend so much time with a common groom. Colonel Melton was tight-lipped at first, but after a few well, quite a few glasses of port, I was able to coax a very interesting tale from him." Jamie is feeling Geneva's noose tighten. "Ye shouldna done that." Geneva presses her advantage. "Mama would not be at all pleased to know her groomsman is, in truth, a notorious Jacobite soldier who fought in the army responsible for my brother's death. I'm very sure she'd have your parole revoked, incarcerating you once again." Jamie is furious. "Ye filthy wee bitch." She adds snidly, "That language suits you, Red Jamie." "I'm sorry yer brother died. Truly. But I'll not return to prison." Geneva has him all figured out and is prepared. "You'd run back to Lallybroch? What a quaint little name. I suppose they would post soldiers. Come to my room. Tonight." Jamie sneaks into the house and quietly makes his way to Geneva's room. She's waiting for him in a frilly nightgown. Geneva stands up. "I'm glad you came, Jamie." He replies, "Having brought me to yer bed by means of threats against my family, I'll not have ye call me by the name they gave me." "What must I call you then?" "Alex. 'Tis my own name as well." Geneva tells him, "You may disrobe." Jamie starts to take off his boots. "You can watch me if you'd like." Then turns around and takes off his vest and pants, and turns away from her to take off his shirt. She gasps. "It's all right. Doesna hurt. Should get on with this then. May I touch ye, My Lady?" He's getting down to business and Geneva seems unsure of herself. "I don't know what to do." Jamie stops and says sincerely, "We don't have to do this. Change yer mind if ye want." Geneva is determined. "No. I'm doing this for myself. I want my first time to be with someone like you." Jamie understands her hesitance. "Aye. The first time can often be vexing." She asks tentitively, "Will you show me how it's done? Will it hurt much?" He knows what he's doing. "I think not. If I take my time." He kisses her and takes off her gown, then lies her down on the bed. Geneva asks, "May I touch you there?" Jamie instructs her gently, "Now move with me." Afterwards, Jamie rolls to his side and asks her, "Did I hurt you?" Geneva admits, "It was painful at first. But then I liked it. I love you, Alex." Jamie shakes his head slightly and says gently but firmly, "It's not love, My Lady. It's just the feelings I've roused in yer body. It's strong. But it's not the same thing as love." Geneva asks him, "What is the difference between them?" "This ... What ye feel for me now, ye could have with any other man. It's not particular. Well, love is when you give yer heart and soul to another. And they give theirs in return." Geneva and Ellesmere visit Helwater, and Jamie sees Geneva is pregnant. She looks at him meaningfully to make sure he notices. Fiona Graham comes up to Claire and says, "Pardon, Dr. Randall, I believe these belong to you." She hands Claire the pearls that Jamie gave her on their wedding night. "My grandmother told me of your special friendship as well. She left the pearls to me, but I know she'd want you to have them back." "Thank you, Fiona. Truly." Brianna jumps out of her chair as Claire enters the room. "Hey! Good news. We just found out the National Archives has the most extensive collection of ship manifests in the country. We can take the train to Edinburgh tomorrow." "That's wonderful, darling." "Mama, are you all right?" "You haven't called me that in a very long time." Brianna and Roger are sitting on a bench talking. She says, "I'm a terrible person." Roger laughs. "Finally, something we agree on." Brianna continues, "Ever since my mother told me about Jamie, it's like this wall between us has started to come down. And now the closer we get to finding him I'm afraid of losing her." "I think that just makes you a daughter who cares about her mother." "What if something happens to her there? What if she can't come back? Or what if she doesn't want to?" "Well, if that makes you a terrible person, then so am I. Part of me doesn't want to find him either because Well, once we do, you'll go back to Boston." Brianna reaches over and kisses Roger on the mouth. Roger starts, "That was " Brianna finishes, "Unexpected." Roger adds, "Unexpected, yes." Isobel runs up to Jamie and exclaims, "Mr. MacKenzie! Mr. MacKenzie! Get the horses and prepare the carriage. You must accompany us to Ellesmere. My sister, she's in distress. We've heard word she's about to give birth. All is not well with her. We must make haste." They all load up in the carriage and make a bee-line to Ellesmere. Once at Ellesmere, everyone dashes inside and runs up an elegant stairway. Jamie encounters a maid and asks her, "How is Lady Geneva?" The Maid (Laverne Edmondsc>) replies, "She's still got the bleeding, God bless her." Jamie inquires anxiously, "And the child?" The maid answers brightly, "Oh, he's a fine healthy boy." Later Jamie hears weeping in the distance and walks up to Isobel. He asks her, "Are ye all right, My Lady?" Isobel blurts out, "My sister's dead. We thought she'd be all right. She was sitting up, holding the baby, laughing. But then she started to bleed again. Physician did everything he could." Jamie walks closer and Isobel jumps up and slaps his face. "Ellesmere knew the child wasn't his. I knew it too. Geneva told me they had never shared a bed. Do not feign ignorance. She was in love with you. She said that you lay with her. She made me swear not to tell anyone." The maid runs up to them and says excitedly, "Yer master is askin' for ye! Come quickly! There's trouble!" Then she runs off, and they run after her. They are heading toward the room where Lord Ellesmere is yelling at Geneva's parents, "You promised me a virgin! What I got was a whore!" Lady Louisa Dunsany (Beth Goddard) yells back at him, "How dare you?" He is holding the baby in his left arm and has a knife in his right hand. "It's a bastard she's given me! And I'll not grieve for a woman soiled by the cock of another man!" Lord Dunsany yells back, "That you can have the sheer heartless effrontery to make such accusations! And my poor lamb not yet cold in her bed! You blaggard! You poltroon!" Ellesmere continues, "You seem damn sure of your daughter's purity! Are you certain the brat isn't yours?" Lord Dunsany pulls out a pistol and aims it at Ellesmere. Louisa shreaks. Jamie tries to calm the situation. "My Lord! Hand me the pistol. We shall put our weapon down, but we need you to do the same, sir. Please. For the baby." After a bit, Lord Dunsany surrenders the pistol to Jamie. Louisa pleads, "Your Lordship, let us take the child so that you may mourn in peace." Ellesmere, holding the knife out toward them, starts backing away. "You will go." Lord Dunsany is firm. "We're not leaving here without the baby!" Ellesmere shreaks, "Go to Hell! I'll kill the bastard before I let you have him!" Then he turns the knife toward the baby, and in a split second Jamie shoots him in the forehead. Jamie runs to the baby and picks him up. He's OK. Later, Isobel is dressed in mourning pushing a baby carriage toward Jamie who is on horseback with another groom. "MacKenzie." Jamie jumps off his horse and hands the reins to the other groom who leads it away. "Lady Isobel. How is the wee one?" "We named him William. After my father. I call him Willie." Jamie is moved. "'Tis a fine name." The baby fusses and she picks him up. Isobel says, "I must apologize. I was very angry that morning, mad with grief. I needed someone to blame, but it wasn't your fault. My sister was a difficult woman and you were kind to her." She puts the baby back in the carriage and walks down the path to her mother, who is approaching. Jamie looks at the baby and says, "You're a braw laddie Willie. You're so wee. Di dinna fash yerself. I am here." Louisa walks up and says, "I asked Isobel to allow us a moment. The coroner's court has met. The verdict is that the Earl of Ellesmere met his death by misadventure. The coroner's theory was that he was distraught over his wife's sudden death and therefore met his own end. We're very grateful to you, Mr. MacKenzie." "Thank you, Your Ladyship." Louisa continues, "I know who you are. Not your name, but that you were one of Major Grey's Jacobite prisoners." "Hope you forgive the deception, Your Ladyship." "My husband has considerable influence in London. I'm sure he would speak on your behalf to have you released from the conditions of your parole. So I've come to ask you would you like to go home, to Scotland?" "Thank you, Your Ladyship. But I will not go just yet." "Why not?" "Times are hard there. And I've been able to send some money back for my family. I would like to continue in your service, if you have no objection." "As you wish, Mr. MacKenzie. But when you are ready to leave, you have only to ask." She pushes the carriage away, and Jamie walks in the other direction. 1764 Years later, Willie (Clark Butler) is riding on a pony in a circle with a lead rein and Jamie is coaching him. "That's it, Willie. Keep yer back straight. That's it. Shorten yer reins a bit." Lady Dunsany and her friend, Lady Grozier (Fiona Francis), are watching this and smiling. Lady Grozier says, "The young Earl of Ellesmere is a handsome little boy and such a lovely rider." His proud grandmother replies, "Oh, yes, Willie loves his pony." Jamie continues the lesson, "That's it, heels down. Aye, ye're a natural." Louisa adds, "We joke sometimes that he spends so much time with MacKenzie he's starting to look like him." Lady Grozier finally notices Jamie and says, "Why, you're right. How funny." Jamie heard their conversation. Jamie has solicited Willie's help tending to a coach. "All right, help me wipe it down." He lifts Willie inside, then notices his own reflection alongside Willie's face through the glass window. He's putting two and two together and noticing that Willie really IS starting to look like him. Oh NO... National Archives of Scotland Roger, Brianna, and Claire are examining some old documents. Roger says, "Here's the last of them." Claire asks, "Roger, what are these?" He answers, "Ship manifests, but ..." Claire notices, "But the dates, they're all wrong." Roger reads the dates|"1635. 1636." Claire declares, "Wait, all of them? It's off by over a hundred years." Brianna says, "There must be a mistake." Roger gets up and says, "Let me check." He goes to the lady in charge and asks, "Excuse me, I was looking for ship manifests from the period of 1756. The Archivist (Una McDade)) replies shortly, "Sorry, we've given you everything we have." Roger returns and relays the results, "She said those were the only manifests they have." Disappointed, Claire flings down the book in her hand and emphatically says, "Christ." Later, Claire, Bree and Roger are sitting at the bar at a pub. The Entertainer quotes poetry, "'But bring a Scotchman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will'" Roger recognizes the stong, "Robbie Burns. The old bard knew how to turn a phrase." Brianna wonders, "Why are people staring at us?" Claire answers, "'Cause we are not supposed to be sitting at the bar, you and I." Brianna says, "What are you talking about? There's a woman right there." Roger clarifies, "Oh, no, that's the entertainment. Maybe we could move to the other lounge where women are more accepted." Claire states, "This is 1968. And we have as much right to sit here as any man." The entertainer keeps quoting, "'But tell me whisky's name in Greek, I'll tell the reason. Scotland'" Roger tries to cheer everyone up. "It was just a little setback. We can always go to every port of call on the western coast. There must be records." Brianna says emphatically, "We will find him." The entertainer continues, "'Freedom an' whisky gang thegither! Take aff your dram!'" Men are toasting and shouting. Claire recognizes the phrase, "'Freedom and whisky.' I used to quote that to Jamie." Brianna is certain. "And you will again, Mama. Look. We are not giving up. " Claire isn't so sure. "But this is what Mrs. Graham warned me about. Spending my life chasing a ghost. To all of those we have lost." They clink their glasses together, drink, and Claire continues, "It's time to go home." Jamie is walking with Willie, "It's time for me to go home." "What do you mean, Mac? This is your home." Jamie corrects him, "This is your home." Willie seems crestfallen, "Where are you going? For how long?" "Back to Scotland." "I want to come with you. I could ride Rosie." "No. And I've told ye a thousand times, she's too big for ye just yet." Willie orders beligerantly, "You have to do what I tell you. I'm your master." Jamie is trying to be understanding. "I suspect 'no's' a word ye've not heard much of, but you'll hear it in the world and you best get used to it." Willie stomps off in a huff and kicks over a bucket. Jamie says sternly, "Willie! No! I told you, no." Then he does the unthinkable and swats the backside of his little master. Willie shouts out, "I hate you!" "And I'm not very fond of you either just now, ye wee bastard." The look on Willie's face immediatly causes Jamie to regret what he just said. Willie shouts, "I'm not a bastard! Take it back!" Immediately Jamie concedes. "I take it back. I should never have used the word. I'm sorry My Lord." More subdued now, Willie pleads, "Must you truly go, Mac?" He runs into Jamie's arms and Jamie holds him, comforting him speaking something to Willie soothingling in Gaelic. Isobel and Lord John, notably NOT in uniform, are together when Jamie enters the room. She says, "Tea will be served shortly. Shall we go to the house?" Lord John answers, "I shall follow directly. I'd like a moment with MacKenzie." Isobel walks off as Jamie walks up. Lord John says to Jamie, "I hear Willie is most displeased with you. You told him you were leaving?" "Aye." Lord John continues, "Be sorry to lose my chess partner. But you are right to go. We all have our secrets. Yours is walking around. Anyone with half an eye can see it. Some sires stamp their get. The boy has the same cock to his head, same set to his shoulders, and he has your eyes. It won't be long before young Willie sees it himself." Jamie needs more privacy for the next topic. "Will you walk with me? ... I wish to ask a favor of ye." Lord John makes a guess about what he's going to ask, "If you think I'll tell anyone, I won't." "No, no, I dinna think ye would. But I would ask would ye look out for Willie? It would mean a great deal to me if you would spend time with him, serve as his father. In return, if ye want I would be willing to ... If you want." Agast, Lord John asks, "Wha Are you actually offering your body to me in payment if I promise to look after Willie?" "Aye." "Dear God. That I should live to hear such an offer!" More cheerfully, Jamie asks, "Ye dinna want me then?" "Well, I shall probably want you till the day I die, but tempted as I am, do you really think I would accept? Well, I should feel my honor most insulted save that I know the depth of feeling that prompted it. I came to tell you some news of my own. I am to be married." Now Jamie is the one who's suprised, "Married? To a woman?" Chuckling, Lord John answers, "I think there are not many alternatives. But yes, since you ask, to Lady Isobel." Jamie is agast, "Wha Christ, man, ye canna do that." Lord John confirms, "I can. I made trial of my capacity in London. Be assured I shall make her an adequate husband. Besides, there is more to a marriage than carnal love. I'm also truly fond of Isobel." "Well, then, I have no right to think ill of you, if you mean no dishonor to the lady." "Certainly not. Besides it means I will be able to care for Willie." Jamie is moved. "I'm grateful to ye." He then reaches out for Lord John's hand. "And you shall always have my friendship." Then he puts his other hand over their clasped hands, and says, "If that has any value to ye. Lord John responds sincerely, "A very great value indeed." Jamie is in his room where he lit a candle and reached into a drawer for a little statue. Willie creeps in and stands in the doorway. Jamie asks, "What are ye doing? Does yer governess know ye're here?" "I wanted to see you. Can't I stay for a bit?" "For a bit." Willie closes the door. Willie sees the first candle, the small statue, and the second unlit candle in front of it. "Grandmama says only stinkin' Papists burn candles in front of heathen images." Jamie replies to that, "Well I am a stinking Papist. But that's no heathen image. That's St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost things. I light a candle, pray for the ones I've lost." Jamie lights a stick from the big candle and ignites the wick of the small candle. Willie inquires, "Who do you pray for?" "My brother." Jamie lets Willie blow out the flame on the burning stick, then continues, "He's called Willie like you. And my sister, my Godfather, my wife." Willie states, "You haven't a wife." "Not anymore. But I remember her. Always. One day, you will have a wife of yer own." Willie says, "I don't want a wife." "Ah, trust me, lad. There's a woman out there for ye. Ye'll find her one day. Or she will find you." Willie is insistent. "I want to be a stinkin' Papist too." "No, yer grannie would go mad." Willie insists, "I won't tell her. Please, Mac. I want to be like you." Jamie reaches over to get some water on his finger and makes a cross on Willie's forehead while saying, "I baptize thee William James in the name of our Father and of the Son and the Holy Ghost." Willie asks, "Why did you call me William James? My name is William Clarence Henry George Ransom." "Oh, when ye're christened, ye get a new name. James is your special Papist name. It's mine too." Willie is excited by the little ceremony. "I'm a stinking Papist now." Jamie reaches into his drawer and pulls out a box, then opens it. "Oh. And I carved this for ye. My brother Willie gave me one just like it. I etched your name on the bottom, see. Keep it to remember me by. And for God's sake, don't tell anyone ye're a Papist." Willie agrees, "I won't. But I haven't got anything for you to remember me." WALK OFF THE EARTH'S "A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL" PLAYS FROm HERE ALL THE WAY TO THE END OF THE EPISODE Jamie says very sincerely, "Oh, dinna fash, lad. I'll remember you." Isobel and John Grey are standing side by side with Willie as Jamie is getting ready to leave. Isabel comes up and hugs Jamie and whispers, "We'll take good care of your son." He mounts up and starts to leave. Brianna and Claire are packed up and leaving Roger's house. Willie breaks away from Lord John and runs after Jamie yelling, "Mac, please don't go. Come back!" Jamie is looking tortured as he keeps on riding away. Roger is holding his toy airplane and missing Brianna and Claire as their plane takes off and Claire and Brianna are looking sad as they're on the plane heading back to Boston. Lord John catches up to Willie and holds him as Jamie keeps riding away. Jamie has to leave for Willie's sake. But the feeling is similar to him walking Claire to the stones to send her back to Frank. Just heart-breaking! S03-E05: Freedom & Whisky — Directed by Brendan Maher; Written by Toni Graphia Title Card: Claire is painting a Christmas ornament dated 1948 that states Brianna's 1st Christmas Boston, December 1968 Dr. Claire Randall (Caitriona Balfe) is performing surgery on a woman with Dr. Joe Abernathy (Wil Johnson) assistance. Claire says, "Sutures are in place." Joe is anxious to close her up. "We're done here. Let's pack her." Claire stops him. "Hold on. I think I still see some necrosis under here. More retraction." The Anesthesiologist (William Meredith) notes, "Systolic's dropped to 80." Joe is anxious. "We need to control the bleeding and start packing." Claire is clearly in charge. "We get the necrosis, and then I will tie off the bleeder. Forceps." The anesthesiologist states, "Down to 70." Joe is very nervous. "Dr. Randall." Claire is working frantically, "Two seconds." "We don't have two seconds." "Then one. Scissors. That's it. Forceps. I found the bleeder. Clamp. Tie it off." The anesthesiologist reports, "75 and climbing." Claire is done. "Scissors. All right. Let's pack her." Brianna Randall (Sophie Skelton) is in class and Professor Brown (Douglas Reith) is lecturing, "Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere." Well, we've all heard Longfellow's immortal verse. That fateful night April 18, 1775. "One if by land, two if by sea." And our hero, spreading the warning of the British attack and then single-handedly saving the day. Except it's a lie. Revere did ride that night, but he had company. Two men, in fact William Dawes and Samuel Prescott. Revere made it to Lexington, but he was captured by the redcoats. It was Prescott who completed the mission. But his name is lost to history. Why? Revere had a better publicist. Okay. After the Christmas break, we'll continue to examine how fictional prose can alter the perception of history. Have a great holiday. Then he addresses Brianna, "Uh, Miss Randall, a word? You're failing. This can't come as a surprise. I've spoken with your other professors, and it's not just history." Brianna offers, "Maybe I'm just not as smart as everyone thinks I am." "You wouldn't be at Harvard if that were the case. Your father was more than just a colleague. He was my friend. So I've always felt a responsibility to look out for you. Last semester, your grades were outstanding. What's changed? You can talk to me." Brianna says calmly, "Everything's fine." "You've got to turn this around, Brianna or your future here is in jeopardy." Brianna is looking at the Christmas ornaments on the tree, including her 1st Christmast one from the title card, then at Frank's pipe, and family photos from her childhood. She's clearly sad. Joe comes up to Claire and states, "You got that look." Claire, distracted, just says, "Hmm?" "The same look you had when you came back from Scotland. You ever gonna tell me what really happened over there?" "There's nothing to tell, really." Joe asks excitedly, "Did you meet a man, Lady Jane?" Claire answers with a little smile, "Not exactly." "Jesus. I can't believe you held out on me. Well?" "Well, there was someone. From my past." Joe deduces, "So he's Scottish?" Claire answers meaningfully, "As Scottish as they come." "Sounds serious." "As serious as it comes." "Hell, what happened?" "We we went our separate ways. And I had hoped that we would be able to find each other again, but fate had other ideas." Joe bluntly states, "Fuck fate." A Nurse (Jessica Preddy) interrupts them, "The postsurgical reports you asked for, Doctor. Claire is done for the day. "I'm off the clock. See you tomorrow, Joe." Joe isn't going to drop it. "To be continued." [Joe Tex's song "Show Me" is playing] Roger Wakefield (Richard Rankin) arrives in front of the Randalls' house and is nervous, talking to himself, "I've come this far. No turning back now. Oh, this is either the most daft thing I've ever done - or the most brilliant." The Cabbie (Justin Skelton) interrupts his solo conversation, "Uh-huh, yeah. $2.50, pal." Roger hands him the money and says, "Keep the change." Brianna and Claire are arguing loudly inside the house. "Brianna, if that is the issue, then you do not go out. You buckle down." "You're not listening." Roger rings their doorbell. Brianna, still angry, opens the door with curt, "What?" Roger rather sheepishly says, "Happy Christmas." Brianna says to her mother, "Look who's here." "Roger. What a wonderful surprise. What are you doing in town?" "I should've sent word. Clearly, I've come at a bad time." "No, not at all. Brianna and I were just " Brianna fills in, "Yelling." Claire explains, "Uh, Brianna has decided to withdraw from Harvard and is moving out." Brianna defends herself forcefully, "Which is my decision to make." Roger is noticably uncomfortable, "Well, I, um" Claire presses her point, "Let me call Dean Tramble. I'm sure he can have you reinstated." Brianna is adamant! "No! You're not listening! I need a break. You expect me to just come back to Boston and be who I was? I tried, and it's not working. Look, I have to go. I'm sorry, Roger. It's good to see you. Let's hang out tomorrow, okay?" Then she picks up her bag and heads out the door. Claire says, "I'm so sorry, Roger. Let me take your coat." "Thank you, but perhaps it's best I check into my hotel. I-I don't want to" "Nonsense. No, you'll You'll stay here." Claire and Roger are eating dinner. Claire asks Roger, "Have you been back to Inverness?" "No. With Father gone, well there's nothing there for me but books and dust." "It's your first Christmas without the Reverend." Roger explains, "Aye. Aye, he, um he always liked to bring toys to the children's home. We were known to sing a rousing round of "O Come All Ye Faithful" for the children and then eat Mrs. Graham's plum pudding. So I suppose that's one of the reasons why I took this trip. I'd like to try an American Christmas. Maybe make some new traditions of my own." Claire adds sadly, "We used to always read 'A Christmas Carol' to Brianna every year till she grew out of it, I guess. Or maybe Frank and I did. Mm. You seem to be a magnet for our family quarrels." Roger lies, "You were quarrelling? I hadn't noticed." "You didn't just come here for an American Christmas, did you?" "Is it that obvious?" "Well, I'm glad you're here. Brianna needs someone to talk to, and you're the only one who understands what she went through during the summer." "Ah, she puts up a good facade." "Well, I think it's finally hitting her." Roger asks, "Can I pour you a whisky?" "Sure." "I have some news that might put a smile on your face." Claire smiles, "Well, I could do with some good news." "I'm a historian. That's what I do. I pursue. I'm like a dog with a bone." Claire looks concerned, "What are you saying?" Roger blurts out, "I found him. Well, I found an article written in 1765 in a journal called Forrester's. It advocates the repeal on the restrictions of the import of spirits to the Scottish Highlands. Look at this line. 'For as has been known for ages past, Freedom and whisky gang thegither.' At the hotel bar in Edinburgh, you told me you quoted that line to Jamie." Claire is stunned, "You think he wrote this?" "I do. Look. Even in the opening of the article, quotes the poem again, addressing the ruling classes, 'Ye knights an' squires, wha' represent our Brughs and Shires' But this is a poem by Robert Burns." "Anybody could have known this." "Robert Burns was only six years old in 1765. The poem wasn't written until 21 years later. Only someone with knowledge of the future could have quoted lines that hadn't been written yet." "But it doesn't indicate an author." Roger directs her to the printer's name, "Have a look at the printer's name. Alexander Malcolm. Jamie's middle names, no?" Claire asks, "He was a printer?" "And living in Edinburgh in 1765. According to the parallel timeline on our calendar that's only a year ago." Claire is clearly angry. "Now, I never asked you to do this." "I thought you'd want to know." Claire says sharply, "Well, I don't." Sheepishly Roger apologizes, "I'm sorry." "I could've lived the rest of my life not knowing. 20 years ago I shut the door on the past. And it was the hardest thing I have ever done. And when you told me he survived Culloden I began to hope. I can't go through that again." "But this isn't just hope. This, this is, this is real. You can go to Jamie." "And leave Brianna? With everything that she's going through now? How? How could I do that to her? I am her mother, and she needs me. And I cannot abandon my daughter." "How can I help? What can I do?" "Just don't tell her. It will only confuse matters." Roger immediately agrees, "I won't say a word." Claire calms down a bit and concedes, "I know you meant well, Roger." "Thank you for a lovely dinner. I think I'll retire now. A bit of jet lag, I'm afraid." Claire, wearing a yellow robe, is sitting in a chair by the Christmas tree holding Ellen's pearls and looking out the window at Christmas lights. Joe is telling Claire about some old bones. Claire asks, "What's all this about?" "A friend of mine, Horace Thompson, sent these over for a second opinion. Pretty lady. Full grown, mature, maybe late 40s." Claire states, "He sent you over a 150-year-old murder victim." "You're only off by about 50 years. Horace is an anthropologist, and as he's looking for a cause of death, what made you think she was murdered?" Claire is stumped, "I don't know." Joe adds, "She's from a cave in the Caribbean. There were artifacts found with her. Aha. Lookee here. You were right." "Broken neck?" "More than that. Bone's not just cracked. Fracture plane's right through the centrum. Somebody tried to cut this lady's head clean off with a dull blade. How did you know?" "She just felt like it. Found in a cave, you said?" "A secret slave burial, they think. But this lady's no slave, no, sirree. She wasn't black. See her tibia? Short, relative to the femur." Claire clarifies, "The crural index." Joe concludes, "This lady was white." Claire agrees, "Bones don't lie." "They tell all." Joe changes the subject, "Now what aren't you telling me about your man in Scotland?" "He's He's Bree's real father. And I told her when we were in Scotland. That's the reason she's struggling so much at the moment." "I'm glad you told me. Explains a lot. You still love him?" Claire confirms, "I never stopped." "No one thought you and Frank were Ozzie and Harriet. I've watched you live a half-life for 15 years. If you have a second chance at love, you should take it. Brianna will come around." "Thank you, Joe." Roger is engrossed in a TV show, Dark Shadows. The woman on TV says, "She was desperate to be reunited with him, no matter what sacrifice she had to make." Barnabas asks, "Even her life?" "Yes, Barnabas, even her life. She wanted to be with him that much." The woman says, "I know it's been very difficult for you to accept " Brianna enters the room and is surprised, "You're kidding. Dark Shadows?" "Shh! Barnabas has just lost Victoria. Chris is worried he'll change into a werewolf, and and and Elizabeth, she thinks she's gonna be buried alive." "What would your posh colleagues at Oxford say if they knew you were rotting your brain on daytime TV?" "Ah, those troglodytes wouldn't understand the travails of the House of Collins." Brianna apologizes to Roger, "Sorry about yesterday." "I shouldn't have dropped in unannounced." "I'm glad you did." "I came for an American Christmas and lobster rolls and Boston cream pies, of course." "You know, I might know someone who can help you with that. There's this thing for my father at Harvard later today. They're naming a fellowship after him. Maybe you could come. We could go early, and I can show you the hallowed halls." "I'd be honored." Brianna plops down on the couch next to him, "We could watch the rest of the episode first, of course." Bree hands him a soda. Later Brianna is showing Roger around. "These are the Robinson cloisters, one of the only examples of Gothic revival on campus." Roger muses, "I wonder how many people have wandered through here over the years. The conversations that took place, the secrets etched in its nooks and crannies." "It's funny. I've been coming here since I was a kid. My dad used to bring me, and I never once thought about that." Roger asks, "You never wondered whether John Adams or or Teddy Roosevelt or John Kennedy stood under these same arches?" "Nope. No, I was always fascinated with how this was built. That every single piece of stone is held in place by the pressure of the one next to it. It's based on measurements, calculations, precision. There's a truth to this building." "That doesn't sound like the daughter of a historian." "Well, I'm not, am I? I'm the daughter of an 18th-century highlander." Roger is serious. "I had few memories of my real father. Although there were boxes in the garage, his letters, his things. But the reverend told me a story about what he was like as a child. How he made a martin house, but he made the hole too big, and a cuckoo got in. It's a silly story, really, but he made my father real to me. And knowing my father helped me know myself. Everybody needs a history." "But how do you know it's true? What if he made it up to make you feel better?" Roger asks, "Does it matter?" "But that's my point. What is history? It's just a story. It changes depending on who's telling it. Like Paul Revere's, like Bonnie Prince Charlie's, like my parents', like my own. History can't be trusted. We should get going. The ceremony is about to start." At the dedication ceremony Dean Tramble (Mitchell Mullen) addresses the croud, "We're here to honor the exceptional work of the late Professor Frank Randall, who served this university for nearly 20 years, and to announce the recipient of the newly named Frank W. Randall fellowship in the field of European studies, but first, let's talk about Professor Randall and his groundbreaking research." The plaque says, THE Frank W. Randall Fellowship Est. 1968 Professor Frank Wolverton Randall (1906-1966) came to Harvard in 1948 and served the History Department for 18 years until his death in 1966. During that time, Professor Randall's seminal research in the field of European Studies, in particular, his work charting the rise and fall of European dynasties in the early modern period, cemented his position as a leading historian on both sides of the Atlantic. Claire thanks him personally. "Dean Tramble, it's wonderful of you - to honor Frank this way." "It's the least we could do after all he did for the university." "Well, thank you." Professor Sandy Travers (Sarah Macrae) walks by and Dean Tramble stops her, "Oh, Professor Travers. I'll need your grant proposal by Monday. The endowment board waits for no man - Or woman." Sandy responds, "It'll be on your desk first thing, sir." Dean Tramble remembers his manners and makes the introductions, "Oh, I'm sorry. This is Sandy Travers, one of Professor Randall's former students. This is his wife, Claire." Sandy says to Claire, "Pleased to meet you." Dean Tramble explains, "Professor Travers is undertaking research on the influence of colonial English on autochthonous languages." Claire fein's interest, "That's fascinating." Some man off screen asks, "Dean, can I have a word?" Dean Tramble excuses himself and walks off. Alone now, Sandy says to Claire, "Frank would've hated all this fuss." Claire disagrees, "I think he would've rather liked it." "He always told me, 'The work is the reward.'" Claire has had enough of this and starts to walk away. "If you'll excuse me." Sandy pulls her back into the conversation passionately, "You should've let him go." "I beg your pardon?" "All those years. You never wanted him, but you wouldn't give him up." "I don't see how that's any of your business." Sandy very sadly bares her soul, "He told me he stayed with you for Brianna, but I knew. A part of him was still in love with you and always would be, no matter how much you broke his heart. I had to live with that because he was the love of my life. And I wanted him, even if it meant I had to share him with you. I could've made him happy. But you were selfish. You wanted it all. So you lived a lie, and you made Frank and Brianna live it too. You threw away 20 years with him. I would give anything to have just one more day." Brianna observed this exchange and asked her mother, "That blonde woman at the ceremony I recognized her. Who is she?" Claire clearly would rather not answer, "Uh, she was a student of your father's." Brianna persists, "I remember her. We were at this bookstore once, and Daddy stopped to talk to her. Something about it, the way he looked at her it was the same way he used to look at you. Back at the stones, we said no more lies, only the truth between us." Claire concedes the truth, "Frank loved her. It went on for many years, and he was planning on marrying her." Brianna ponders this and heads in a different direction. "You told me I looked like Jamie. All my life, Daddy had to look at me and see another man, the man you really loved. He must have hated me." Claire disagrees strongly, "Oh, no, darling. No. You were the one thing that was really important to Frank. Raising you, that was his life's work, his greatest joy." Brianna persists again, "What about you? There must've been a part of you that resented me. I was the reason you lost Jamie." "Never. What I resented was that I had to leave Jamie. But the day you were born and I held you in my arms and nursed you for the first time and you looked up at me. I've never felt anything else like it. I love you for you, Brianna. Not for the man who fathered you." "You must still think about him." Claire confirms this and fesses up her secret. "I do. There's something else that I need to be honest about." She shows Brianna the article Jamie published. Brianna is surprised, "'Alexander Malcolm.' This this is Jamie? - You found him?" "Oh, Roger did." Brianna states the obvious conclusion, "Then you can go back." Claire corrects her. "That's not why I'm telling you this. My life is here, with you." Brianna says sincerely, "I'm all grown up, Mama. I could live on my own. I love you, but I don't need you. Not the way I did when I was little." Claire looks at her daughter lovingly, "I know. Come on." On the television we hear Astronaut Capt. James Lovell on a live TV transmission from Apollo 8 on Christmas Eve, 1968, "And God called the light day, and the darkness, he called night. And the evening and the morning were the first day." Joe ponders, "How do you take a trip like that and come back to life as you knew it?" Capt. Lovell continues, "And let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament and divided the waters ..." In a voiceover, Claire states, "I had been, in many ways, further than the moon, on an even more impossible journey. And the answer was yes, you can come back to your life, but it's never the same. But maybe it was enough to have gone once. How many people can say they had that?" Capt. Lovell's voice continues on the TV, "And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas, and God bless all of you, - all of you on the good Earth." Another man's voice on TV says, "Apollo 8, Apollo 8, this is Houston. Three minutes ..." Claire looks out a window at the moon. Claire and Bree are having a heart to heart talk sitting on the sofa in their home. Claire says, "Bree, have you thought this through? If I go I may never be able to come back. It's not like an elevator, where you can just jump on and off." Brianna responds, "You've done it before." "But there are no guarantees. It's possible we may never see each other again. Can you live with that? 'Cause I don't know if I can. To not be there to to see you get married. Walk you down the aisle, or to watch you become a mother hold my first grandchild." "I know. It won't be easy. But I have been trying to figure out if I was more Randall or Fraser. And what I realized is that I'm more you than I am either of my fathers. And if I can turn out to be half the woman you are, then I'll be fine." Claire says sincerely, "But I'm the one who knows you better than anyone." "You know who doesn't know me? Jamie. You owe it to him to go back, and I want you to go. And tell him everything. There's something else." "What if he's forgotten me? Or what if he doesn't love me anymore?" "You told me what you felt for Jamie was the most powerful thing you ever felt in your life. Has that changed?" Claire says "No." "Then you have to trust it's the same for him. You gave Jamie up for me. Now I have to give him back to you." They embrace emotionally. Claire approaches Joe Abernathy. "Joe, I need a second opinion." "What's the case?" "Well, actually, what I need is an honest opinion. From a friend." "Okay." "Am I attractive? Sexually?" Joe smiles, "It's a trick question, right?" "No. I need a male point of view, and, well, you're the only man I can have this conversation with." Joe is putting it together. "Is this about your man?" "I'm thinking of giving it a go." Joe has it all figured out. "And you wanna look like you never left." "Well, I haven't seen him in 20 years. Have I changed terribly - since I first met you?" Joe gives his opinion, "You're a skinny white broad with too much hair but a great ass. He'll be in heaven when he sees you, Lady Jane." Claire smiles, "That's exactly what I needed to know." Joe goes about his business, but Claire lingers, so he asks, "What?" Claire chickens out. "It's nothing. Just thank you, Joe." "My pleasure. Merry Christmas." "Merry Christmas." Brianna, Roger, and Claire are exchanging Christmas presents. Brianna hands Claire a box which contains a bunch of very old Scottish coins and says, "We found them in an antique store." "These certainly will be useful in Edinburgh." Brianna admits, "I wanted to get you a flashlight, but Roger said you'd end up at another witch trial." Roger adds, "Well, I figured this would come in handy." He hands her a wrapped box. Claire opens it and it contains a blue book titled, 'A Short History of Scotland the Nation' by Rosaline Masson. (Side note, this book DOES EXIST. It was first published in November 1942 and then reprinted in at least 1943, 1944, and 1947 by Thomas Nelson & Sons LTD in Edinburgh, Scotland. Rosaline Masson's middle name was "Orme", and it has 362 pages. Chapter 1 is 'The Roman Occupation', and the first sentence is "The history of Scotland is the history of a warlike and romantic little country which occupies a very small portion of the globe, but whose influence has been felt over all the world, and whose people, wherever they are, regard their land with a patriotism both passionate and impelling."). Claire looks grateful and states, "This would've been helpful first time around. I've been thinking a lot about what else I'll need. I borrowed some scalpels and penicillin - from the hospital." Roger agrees that was "Clever." "Well, I thought, '1766 Edinburgh will need it more than 1968 Boston.' Thank you both. It's incredibly generous." Brianna isn't done. "Wait. There's one more." She hands her a small box. Claire unwraps it. "Bree. Topaz. It's your birthstone." Brianna was very thoughtful. "You'll need it when you go through the stones. Gillian mentioned in her notebook that gemstones were necessary." "I lost one both times I went through before. First, my jeweled watch and then the stone from Jamie's father's ring." Brianna asks, "How are you going to carry all of this?" Claire shrugs, "I suppose I have to make something." Brianna is surprised, "You're going to make it?" Claire answers proudly, "After 15 years of making your costumes and pageant outfits, I think I know my way around a sewing machine, thank you very much." Roger smiles. He's getting into this. "That's brilliant. You could have your very own utility belt, just like the caped crusader himself." Brianna exclaims, "You really do watch a lot of TV." [ The '60s Batman theme plays while Claire is sewing her 18th century outfit on a Singer sewing machine. ] Claire is looking at her face in the mirror, and noticing her greyish streaks. She's forming an idea. Brianna notices, "Mama! You dyed your hair!" Claire answers sheepishly, "Oh well, I just touched up the gray. A little help from Miss Clairol." Roger approves, "That looks very natural." Brianna agrees, "You look beautiful With or without Miss Clairol." Roger notices the 18th century outfit, "So is this it?" Claire responds, "The bat-suit. Yes, I, uh I put some secret pockets in so I can bring everything that I need." Brianna notices the fabric, "You made it out of raincoats." "Well, it rains a lot in Scotland no matter what century. The hem's a mess, and one arm is still longer than the other, but ... " Brianna interrupts, "Mama, I promise you, no one is going to care. Especially Jamie. Is that my ..." Now Claire interrupts, "Blouse. May I borrow it? " Brianna agrees, "It'll look perfect." Roger cuts in, "Pardon me. I, uh I have to fetch one last-minute provision." Claire whispers to Brianna as Roger leaves the room, "He's a good one." Brianna agrees smiling, "I know." Claire hands Brianna an envelope. "I want you to give this to Joe Abernathy. It's, um my resignation letter. He'll know what to do with it. And this is the deed to the house. Your name's on it now, along with all the bank accounts." Brianna looks sad, "I can't believe you're not letting me come with you to Scotland." "This is how I want to do it. First time I went through, I was terrified. Second time, heartbroken. This time, I want it to be peaceful. If I had to say good-bye to you there I might never go." Brianna understands. "Well. That is not an option." Claire and Brianna hug. "Oh, my beautiful girl." Brianna is teary, but bravly says, "I am gonna miss you so much. But I'll be fine. Find my father. And give him this." Then she kisses her mother's cheek. "I have something I want to give you. Scottish pearls. Jamie gave these to me on our wedding night. They were his mother's, Ellen, your grandmother. You could wear them on your wedding day, if you like." She puts them around Brianna's neck. "They're beautiful." Roger comes back into the room carrying a bottle of whisky. Claire says to him, "Thank you, Roger, for being a dog with a bone. For everything. I'll miss you." Roger holds up the bottle, "One last thing, wee nip for the road." Brianna toasts, "To freedom and whisky." Claire repeats, "Freedom and whisky." Then Claire leaves the house and gets into a taxi. Brianna and Roger are watching as it drives away. Brianna is tearing up, then tells Roger, "Stay here a minute." As she's walking away he asks worriedly, "Are you all right?" She ducks into the kitchen, gets emotional but wipes away her tears, puts on a Santa hat, grabs a tray with food, then returns to Roger. Roger examines the tray, chuckling, and asks "Lobster roll and Boston cream pie?" Brianna says hopefully, "Maybe later, we can watch A Charlie Brown Christmas?" "What's that?" "Part of your new American Christmas tradition." Roger grabs a wrapped box from under the tree and says, "I have something for you too." She unwraps the box and it is a hardcopy of A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. Brianna is really touched by this thoughtfulness, and gives him a warm kiss. As Roger is eating his lobster roll, Brianna snuggles up next to him on the couch and starts reading, "'Marley was dead, to begin with. There was no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker ...'" Claire's voiceover starts with her riding in a checker cab wearing modern clothes. The cab stops and she opens the door looking at a puddle of water. Then it ends with her exiting a carriage in Edinburgh in 1766 in the 18th century clothes she recently made. She steps into a puddle of water. "When I was small, I never wanted to step in puddles. I couldn't bring myself to believe that the perfect, smooth expanse was no more than a thin film of water over solid earth. I believed it was an opening into some fathomless space and if I stepped in, I would drop at once and keep on falling. Even now, when I see a puddle in my path, my mind half halts, though my feet do not, and I hurry on, with only the echo of the thought left behind." The Royal Mile in Edinburgh 1766 Claire makes her way down the crowded Royal Mile and stops to ask a Baker's Boy (Zak McCullough) who's walking past her, "Pardon. I'm looking for a printer. Uh, Mr. Malcolm Alexander Malcolm." He replies, "Aye, just down the way and to the left. Carfax Close, madam." "Thank you." She follows his instructions and sees a metal sign with "A. Malcolm" and touches it longingly. She climbs up the stairs and enters the printshop. A small bell on the door announces her entrance. Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) asks, "That you, Geordie? Took you long enough. Where'd you go to get the ash? All the way to Glasgow?" Claire can't see him yet, but follows his voice to a balcony where she peers over the edge and sees him below. He's turned away from her at a printing press. He's examining some papers. Claire says, "It isn't Geordie. It's me. Claire." Jamie slowly turns around and looks up with the same expression that was on his face when he saw visions of Claire. Disbelief, like he's seeing a ghost. Then reality starts to hit him, his eyes open wider, and he grabs for the table behind him. Then, rather gracefully for such a large man, he faints. Claire's dreamy expression immediately turns to one of shock. S03-E06: A. Malcolm — Directed by Norma Bailey; Written by Matthew B. Roberts 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. S03-E07: Crème de Menthe — Directed by Norma Bailey; Written by Karen Campbell Claire (Caitriona Balfe) has grabbed a knife and is fighting off an intruder in her and Jamie's room at the brothel. "You come any closer, I'll" Barton (Ian Conningham) , the intruder, says, "What? You'll what?" He lunges for her and she cuts him. "Now I'm not even gonna bed you. I'm just gonna kill you." He comes at her again but trips on something and bangs his head on the hearth. He's unconsious. Jamie (Sam Heughan) comes through the door and sees the situation. "Oh! Sassenach. What the devil happened? Sassenach." Claire is shaken but explains, "I was downstairs, and I came back. I found him rummaging through your things. He grabbed me, and I fought him off, but It all happened so quickly." Barton takes a lound breath. Claire says, "He's breathing!" She goes over to him to check out his head wound. Jamie is clearly confused by this. "Sassenach. Sassenach, what are you thinking?" "I can't let him suffer. I have to do something." "Why? He attacked you." "Because I'm a doctor. An epidural hematoma. I'm going to have to relieve the swelling." There's a knock on the door. Jamie asks, "Aye? Who is it?" Fergus (César Domboy) answers, "Me, Milord. I'm with Madame Jeanne. Some of the ladies said they heard a struggle in your bed chamber." He lets them in, then explains, "She was defending herself." Claire orders, "Please, help me get him on the bed." Jamie asks Claire, "Who is he?" She answers, "I don't know." "Sassenach let God take him." "I have to try and save him, Jamie. You understand? Please. You have some whisky?" "Aye. Over there. Ye said he was searching for something in the room." "Yes, your ledgers." Jamie rummages through the mans pockets and finds his ID. "John Barton. An exciseman." Fergus notes, "This is very bad, Milord." "Aye. It seems Sir Percival is of the mind I'm not keeping to our agreement." Claire asks, "What agreement?" "He turns a blind eye to the sale of my illegal liquor in exchange for a large portion of the profit. But our business pursuits have expanded beyond Edinburgh, and I havena apprised him of the matter." Fergus asks, "You think he has word we've been trading as far as Dundee and Arbroath?" "Aye. Yeah, maybe. Just yesterday, he attempted to extort more money from me. He must have employed this man to find out where I've stowed my hidden casks." Claire is putting it together. "So he's a crooked agent of the Crown, then." "Aye. When this man doesna return, Sir Percival will come round looking for him." Madame Jeanne (Cyrielle Dubreuil) points out, "That is quite a problem, Monsieur Malcolm, considering the casks Sir Percival is searching for are hidden in my basement." Jamie reassures her, "Well, not for long. No harm will befall you on my account. You have my word." Madame Jeanne offers, "Allow me to send one of my more discreet girls to put, um, everything in order right away." "Merci, Madame." Claire adds, "Please. Ask her for some hot water and a basin, and I'll need some surgical implements. A trephine. Send her to the barber surgeon. He'll have one." "A what? Whatever for?" "A drill to bore a hole in his skull." Madame Jeanne looks a bit shocked, but proceeds, "I will see what I can do Madame Malcolm." Claire offers, "Thank you." Jamie instructs Fergus, "Gather the lads. I'll inform them of events shortly." Fergus replies, "Aye." Claire looks around, then mumbles, "I still have some time. I'll need to go to the apothecary, get some laudanum and things. Will you stay with him until I come back, in case he wakes?" Jamie clearly doesn't understand. "He doesn't deserve your mercy." "Maybe not. Once he's recovered, you can turn him over to the authorities." Jamie realizes she doesn't understand the situation they're in, "I ken ye've jes returned, so mebbe ye dinna recall the workings of the law in this time. But all they'll see is that you were alone wi' a man that's not yer husband, in a brothel." Claire is affronted, "I'm not a whore." "Doesna matter. The City Guard come here, they'll arrest you for having assaulted him." Claire just ignores him. "I'll have to hurry." "Stubborn as always. Well, do as you must. I've casks to rid myself of. I'll send a man up to watch over him while we're gone." Jamie, Fergus, Mr. Willoughby (Gary Young), Young Ian (John Bell), Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk), and Lesley (Keith Fleming) are moving barrels out of Madame Jeanne's basement. Mr. Willoughby tells Jamie, "I admire a woman who values the sanctity of human life." Jamie then tells him, "Then you can be the one to go up and keep an eye on him." Hayes says, "'Tis weak-minded if ye ask me. Try kill a man, then heal him. Lesley adds, "Only wish that we could kill him. I've been wantin' to gut a filthy exciseman for years." Fergus chimes in, "Well, Milady's always been a unique woman." Jamie agrees, "Aye." Young Ian asks, "What about the print shop, Uncle Jamie? If Sir Percival sent men here, he may look there as well." Jamie isn't worried, "Eh, let him look. I dinna keep casks at the shop." Lesley adds, "Ah, but you do keep other items there." "Sir Percival doesna ken that, and he never will. And no one will find a trace of the pamphlets. They're well hidden. Besides, movin' them now would be more dangerous than leavin' 'em be." Hayes inserts, "Particularly now that ye're under Sir Percival's watchful gaze." Jamie addresses Young Ian, "Which is why I'm entrusting you with the selling of the casks, wi'out delay, even if it means takin' a loss. We canna risk them being discovered." Young Ian is confident he can handle the job. "I wilna disappoint ye, Uncle Jamie." Jamie is confident of his nephew, "That's why I tasked ye wi' it." Claire enters Haugh's Apothecary Shop and there's a customer talking to Mr. Haupt. "Do ye have anything that might calm nerves? An auld wise woman said that mandrake root would do the trick." Mr. Haugh (Gary French) replies, "Nae, I-I dinna keep that root. Cause frightful symptoms, I'm afraid." Claire interrupts, "I'm so sorry I don't mean to be rude, but I have a situation that requires immediate attention." Mr. Haupt addresses Claire, "Please wait your turn, madam." Claire isn't patient. "Uh, but it's urgent." The customer replies, "So, too, is the health of my dear sister." Then he asks Mr. Haupt, "And what of hemlock? 'Tis said that it aids symptoms such as hers." Claire breaks in again, "I'm an experienced healer. I would be happy to treat your sister if you just allow me to go ahead of you." The customer sees a deal coming, "Free of charge? In recognition of my generosity?" Claire is despirate, "Of course. Thank you." Then she tells Mr. Haupt what she needs, "Uh, I'll need a bottle of laudanum, some ground yarrow root, and tormentil. And please hurry, a man's life is at stake." Mr. Haugh hurries off to fetch Claire's order, then the customer asks, "You seem to ken yer remedies. What ails the poor man?" "Uh, it's a severe head wound." The customer offers, "Aye. My sister's condition relates to her head as well. But 'tis more of a nervous complaint of sorts." Mr. Haugh addresses Claire, "That'll be 2 shillings, madam." Claire digs the coins out of her purse, "Yes. Thank you. I have to go, but I can pay your sister a visit later." "Uh, I'd be grateful. Uh, you can call on us at Henderson's in Carrubber's Close. Uh uh, Campbell is the name. Archibald and Margaret Campbell." "Thank you." McDaniel (Robin B. Smith) says, "50 for the lot of 'em." Young Ian is negotiating, "Och, McDaniel, ye're lookin' at 100 pounds' worth of fine brandy here. French brandy, imported from Cognac itself." Fergus adds, "It is a truly superior brandy." Young Ian continues his sales pitch, "You can charge more for that and make a braw profit. I like ye, McDaniel, so I'll no be put off by yer paltry offering." McDaniel won't budge. "I'll no go higher. Without the Crown's seal, I'm the one taking all the risk possessing your contraband." Young Ian presses on, "75 pounds, and you'll get three cask of the crème de menthe as well. What do ye say?" McDaniel thinks a bit, "I'm no a man to refuse liquors at no charge. Ye have a bargain." Young Ian did it. "Ye're a good man." "Thank you. I'll send up a few lads to give you a hand." Fergus is happy with the deal, "Quelle performance! You even managed to rid us of some of that crème de menthe." Young Ian asks, "Do you remember Auntie Claire all those years ago?" Fergus remembers. "I was no more than a boy, but I remember her well." Young Ian is curious, "Well, what was she like?" "Spirited and incredibly brave. Milady was fearless in the battles prior to Culloden. She would heal men who'd been cut in half by swords, blown to pieces by cannon fire without flinching. She saved many lives, though there were rumors." Young Ian asks, "What kind of rumors?" "That Milady took a few lives as well. She's not a woman you want to cross, mon ami." "If Auntie Claire was forced to kill men, likely they deserved it." "Even so, she has created a bit of a catastrophe, no?" "Aye." Jamie is holding the exciseman down on the bed trying to keep him quiet, "Hold his legs." Claire enters the room and asks, "What are you doing?" "Well, the bastard woke and started making considerable noise." Claire explains, "He's having a lucid interval. It happens with a brain injury. You can't be rough with his head like that!" Jamie is at a loss, "Well, you ken a better way to keep him quiet?" "Yes. Remove the stock. Remove it." He does, and she immediately pours the laudinum into the man's mouth. Then she makes an examination, " Left pupil's dilated. The pressure's building up inside the skull. I'm going to have to operate immediately. Yi Tien Cho, untie him." Mr. Willoughby agrees, "Of course, Honorable Wife." There's a knock at the door and Jamie says, "Aye?" Madame Jeanne answers through the door, "Monsieur Malcolm?" Jamie asks, "What is it?" Madame Jeanne says, "Sir Percival is here to see you." Jamie tells her through the door, "I'll be down straightaway." WORKING ON IT Sir Percival Turner (Paul Brightwell) Jamie|Sir Percival. Here for a midday romp? Sir Percival|I can assure you, Mr. Malcolm, my interests today relate only to business. Harry Tompkins (Ian Reddington) Tompkins|Perhaps a quick taste after our business is concluded? Sir Percival|Don't make me regret hiring you. I'm here to search these premises at once. Jamie|And what cause have ye to do that? Sir Percival|You are withholding from me, Mr. Malcolm. Madame Jeanne|I assure you, Sir Percival, there is nothing hidden in my establishment. Jamie|But don't take our word for it. Ye're welcome to see for yourself. Sir Percival|Of course I am. I certainly don't need your permission. Mr. Willoughby|Won't this kill him? Claire|No. But the pressure on his brain will if I don't release it. ... There The clot's released. Sir Percival|Well, don't just stand there! Search with me! Get over here. Is that brandy? Tompkins|No, Sir Percival. It's it's just water. Madame Jeanne|Oh, we have a leak. It is why I cannot store anything of value down here. There's nothing 'ere! Sir Percival|How can we be sure? Tompkins|We've searched the whole basement. Sir Percival|I know you're up to something, Mr. Malcolm. I'll be watching you! Jamie|Christ. I barely got rid of Sir Percival. This ends now. Sassenach. Claire|Well, he's dead so you've got your wish. Mr. Willoughby|Honorable Wife fought hard for his life. Put best foot forward. Jamie|Aye. Well I'll no grieve for the man that tried to kill my wife. Fetch Lesley and Hayes. I'll need help moving the body. 'Tis better this way, Sassenach. Ye tried, but God took him. Claire|God has nothing to do with this. I failed him. If I'd been in a proper hospital or in Boston, I Jamie|But ye're not in Boston. Claire|I don't expect you to understand, but I've dedicated the last 14 years to respecting human life, to healing people without judgment. I work hard. I don't often lose a patient. Jamie|There'll be other chances to put your knowledge and skills to use. Others to save. Like ye did last time you came. Claire|Suppose you're right. I've caused you so much trouble. Just dropped in out of the clear blue sky. Put your livelihood, your life, in jeopardy. Jamie|Sassenach. You came thousands of miles and 200 years to find me. I'm grateful that you are here, no matter the cost. I would give up everything I have for us to be together again. Don't ye see, uh Since you left, I I've been living in the shadows. And then you walked into the print shop, and ... It was as if the sun returned and cast out the darkness. Claire|I have another patient to see. I won't be long. Jamie|Patient? And who might that be? Claire|Margaret Campbell. I met her brother at Haugh's, and I offered to examine her. Jamie|Ye dinna ken who these people are. Ye canna go alone. Fergus will escort you. Claire|As you said, I've traveled thousands of miles and 200 years. I can certainly manage to get across town alone. Jamie|Aye, but Sir Percival Claire|Sir Percival doesn't know who I am or Or what I've done to the man who worked for him. Jamie|You will return afterward? Claire|Of course. Fergus|To a master salesman! Thanks to you, we made a handsome profit today. Young Ian|Ye think so? Fergus|Aye. You have a natural gift when it comes to business, just like Milord. Young Ian|I've been meaning to ask ye. Does French brandy really increase the firmness of a cock-stand? Fergus|Well, in my experience, the result is quite the opposite, but all that matters is that I convinced the buyer that it does, non? Young Ian|Aye. Ye had me convinced. Brighid (Zoe Barker) Fergus|We make a good pair. Perhaps we should venture to open a business of our own one day. There's money to be made in this city, and ... Ah. Mademoiselle Brighid. I see you watching her every time we're here. She's enchanting, no? Young Ian|Bonny. What are you doing? Fergus|Tonight is the night you do more than just look. Young Ian|Well, I've never bedded a lass before. Fergus|Then this is your opportunity, brother. Young Ian|Well, how old were you when Fergus|Fifteen. A ménage à trois. Young Ian|A what? Fergus|Two women and one moi. Young Ian|Christ. Fergus|It was a rather religious experience. Young Ian|I dinna ken what to do. Fergus|The art of seduction can be mastered thus. First, you must look into her eyes and tell her how beautiful she is. Second, offer her a drink, whatever her heart desires. Young Ian|Simple enough. Fergus|And the pièce de résistance is perhaps the most important part. Young Ian|What is it? Fergus|Repeat one and two. Brighid|What can I fetch ye? Young Ian|Nothin'. Brighid|Nothing? Are ye sure? Yer friend jes beckoned me over. Young Ian|Ye're the bonniest lass I've ever set eyes on. Can I offer ye a drink? Whatever yer heart desires. Brighid|Whisky. Archibald Campbell (Mark Hadfield) Margaret Campbell (Alison Pargeter) Archie|Margaret. I've brought someone to see you. Will ye no look alive? We have a guest. Margaret|Can they come back later, Archie? I'm very tired. Archie|It's no a client, Margaret. It's a healer. Claire|What have you given her? Archie|A few drops of laudanum, to keep her calm. Margaret|Gleep, gleep! Gleep, gleep! D'ye hear 'em? D'ye hear the tree toads' lullaby? And the moon. The moon be chokin' wi' blood. Ye best be careful. Abandawe will devour ye! Abandawe! Abandawe! - Abandawe! - Claire|Shh, shh, shh, shh. Her pulse is strong. But you shouldn't give her any more laudanum. It's far too potent for daily use. Archie|D'ye ken the meaning of what she said? Claire|No. Archie|I'd be happy to translate her vision for a modest fee. Claire|So you're fortune tellers. Archie|Aye. Margaret's a seer but isn't able to articulate what she sees. Without me to decipher the message, her visions are no more than raving gibberish. Claire|Does she have trouble sleeping? Archie|Aye. Some nights she canna rest at all. Nightmares plague her fiercely. Claire|Does she ever sit still, unresponsive, - for long periods of time? Archie|Oh, aye. Starin' at the walls. When she's in such a state, I canna get her to talk, let alone move. Claire|Mr. Campbell, from what I can discern, your sister isn't a seer. She's suffering from a a mental disorder. Archie|Aye. As I told ye earlier, Margaret's been soft in the head since she was a bairn. Claire|Do you have any writing implements? Archie|Aye. On the desk. Claire|These are instructions for mistletoe tea. Whenever Margaret is agitated, you can give her the tea with a few drops of tansy oil. And, uh you can make a tea with valerian to help her sleep. Archie|Are you sure simple teas are enough to keep her subdued? Claire|Well, why would you want to subdue her? Archie|Margaret has a great deal of curiosity when she has her wits about her. She marches up to strangers. She touches them and tells them things they didn't ask to hear. It scares them something awful sometimes, putting me in a very difficult position. Course, it's different when they come seeking her talents, because I can charge them then, you see. Claire|And Margaret enjoys this work? Archie|Oh, aye. It's the only way she can engage with people that doesna give them a fright. Claire|I'd like to come see Margaret again tomorrow, if that would be all right. Archie|That's very kind of ye, but we are departing for the West Indies. Claire|West Indies? That would be an arduous journey for her. Archie|That's why I need tonics. I dinna want her carrying on during our long journey. Sailors are a superstitious lot. I canna risk them pitchin' my sister overboard, no when we have a wealthy client to administer to. Claire|Well, when you get to the West Indies, make sure she eats plenty of fresh fruit. And, please, no more laudanum. Archie|No more laudanum. Thank you for your help. Claire|You're welcome. And, uh, safe travels. Young Ian|I pass the day in pain When night returns I feel the smart And wish for thee in vain Brigidh|Ian, you're a terrible singer. Young Ian|I'm starving cold While thou art warm Have pity, and incline I dinna think it could get any worse. And grant me for a hap That charming petticoat Of thine Brigidh|Uh, what are ye doin'? Young Ian|Is this no how it's done? Brigidh|I thought ye worked out of a kittle-hoosie? Young Ian|Aye. I've seen some of the whores do it like this. Brigidh|Aye, but I'm no a whore tonight, am I? Young Ian|No. You're, wi'out a doubt, the finest lass I've e'er set eyes on. Tell me how you like it. I'll do whatever ye want. Brigidh|Lie down, and I'll show ye. Young Ian|Mm. Claire|What have you done with the body? Jamie|The lads hid it in a cask of créme de menthe stored along with the others at my warehouse. Uh, there are worse places for one's eternal rest, Claire. Claire|Won't someone look inside the cask sooner or later? Jamie|Not for a long while. Alcohol slows the decay. Besides, it's not likely to be broached. I've never seen a Scotsman drink créme de menthe. Dinna fash, Sassenach. 'Twas no more than a wee bit of chaos. Nothin' we haven't seen before. Claire|Jamie Maybe we could find a place of our own. Jamie|And leave the brothel? Claire|Surely you don't expect us to make a home here. Jamie|Well, not forever, perhaps, but for now, we have everything we need, and there's no rent to pay. Nearly every shilling I earn, I send to Lallybroch. Claire|Well, I was thinking maybe I could make some money as a healer. It felt good today to have a patient. Perhaps I could work from the back of the print shop or open an establishment of my own. We could build a happy life here in Edinburgh. Madame Jeanne|Monsieur Malcolm? A gentleman named Ian Murray is here for you. Jamie|I'll be down at once. Claire|Ian? Well, what's he doing here? Jamie|Likely looking for Young Ian. Dinna mention that you've seen him. I'll explain later. Ian (Steven Cree) Jamie|Ian? Ian. Ian|Claire? It's so good to see you. It is you, lass. We thought you were Claire|I know. I know what Jamie told you. He thought I'd died in the aftermath of Culloden. Ian|Jenny and I we grieved over ye for years. Jamie|Claire believed me to be dead as well. It was a terrible misunderstanding that kept us apart. Ian|Where on earth have ye been all this time? Claire|Boston. I sailed there when I thought that Jamie had died. I would have returned sooner, but I just recently discovered he was alive. Jamie|That's when she came back to find me. And I'm more than happy she did. What brings you here? Ian|Uh, it's Young Ian. He's run off again. Have ye seen him? Jamie|No. He isna here. How long has the lad been gone? Ian|Weeks. And the last time my son ran away, he came to see you. Are ye sure? Jamie|I havena seen him. Not since I sent him home with Fergus months ago. Ian|Christ, Jamie. Well, where else could he be? Jenny is woefully distressed. What if he's been taken by a press gang? You know, if that were to happen, we'd never see him again. Jamie|Dinna fash. The press gangs wilna be able to thole the lad. They'll throw him off before they leave port. I'm sure he'll appear. Ian|Promise me, if he should turn up here, ye'll bring him straight home. Jamie|Yeah. I will. Let's not delay yer search any longer. I'll see you out. Ian|Good-bye for now, Claire. Claire|I hope to see you and Jenny very soon. Ian|Aye. Ian|Claire must ha' taken yer news well. Jamie|I havena told her yet. Ian|That's no somethin' ye want to hold on to for very long. Jamie|I'm waitin' for the proper time. She's only jes arrived. Ian|Ye might be waitin' forever, then. Jamie|All will be well. Ye'll see. Young Ian|Oh, don't stop. Don't stop. Brigidh|Did you no hear that? Young Ian|No. ... That I heard. Ye'd better go now. Brigidh|Well, what about you? Young Ian|I'll be fine. Run out the alley door and dinna turn back. Brigidh|Okay. Young Ian|Go. Now. ... What are ye doing trespassing in my uncle's shop? Tompkins|You know very well what I'm doing here, boy. Where are the casks? Young Ian|There are no casks, as you can see wi' your own eyes. There's nothin' here. Now get out! Tompkins|Hey, I know that you're party to your uncle's smugglin'. Tell me, where is he hiding the liquor? Young Ian|Aah! Tompkins|Oh, what have we here? Young Ian|Get away from there! Tompkins|Hey. Your uncle's been a busy man. Betraying Sir Percival is one thing. Inciting sedition Young Ian|Leave! Now! Stand down! Oh! Bloody hell. Tompkins|Aah! Aah! Jamie|The years apart couldna erase the meaning behind that look. Claire|Since when do you lie to your family? Jamie|Couldna very well tell him the lad's been helpin' me wi' my smugglin', could I? Claire|You could have at least told him you've seen his son. Ian and Jenny must be in agony. Jamie|Aye, but the lad's safe. Claire|Safe? Uh, risking his neck, working for you without his parents' permission? Jamie|I've tried to send him home twice, but he keeps coming back. Uh, better he runs off to be wi' his uncle than to some godforsaken place surrounded by strangers. On the streets of Aberdeen or Dundee. Claire|But you could have told him. Jamie|Trust me, Claire. Jenny and Ian dinna ken what's best for the lad. I'm the only one teaching him the ways of the world. Claire|This isn't about the ways of the world. Young Ian ran away from home. Of course Ian and Jenny want to know where he is. And you just lied. Jamie|Aye. And you shouldna judge me for it. Have you forgotten about all the deceptions we've colluded in? Yeah, we lied our way through Paris, did we not? Did we no just lie to Ian about where ye've been for the past 20 years? Claire|A white lie to conceal something that Ian can't possibly understand Jamie|Oh, I didna realize lies had shades. Claire|You have no idea what it's like to be a worried parent. You're not the boy's father, Jamie. Jamie|No. I'm Brianna's father. But I didna get to raise her, did I? I didna have a say in how you and Frank brought her up, wearin' that That wretched thing ye call a bikini. Even whores have the decency not to go paradin' about in the like. Claire|Christ. I've forgotten how bloody rigid this century is. Uh, a woman is either a Madonna or a whore. So, if Frank and I had raised Brianna to be a criminal, taught her how to smuggle and and be a traitor, then you'd approve? Jamie|At least her virtue wouldn't have been endangered. Claire|Says the man living in a brothel. I'll have you know that Frank was a wonderful father to Brianna. Jamie|Oh, was he, now? And was he a wonderful husband to you as well? Claire|What is that supposed to mean? Jamie|You asked me did I fall in love with anyone else? Did you fall in love with him when you went back? Claire|No. I cared for Frank very much, and I loved him, but that was before you. Madame Jeanne|Monsieur Malcolm! There is a fire in Carfax Close. Jamie|Fire? The print shop. Jamie|Christ. Ian. Claire|What are you doing? Jamie|Young Ian sleeps in the back! Claire|Jamie! Man|Make way! Make way! Move back! Jamie|Ian. Ian. I've got you. Young Ian|Uncle Jamie. Jamie|It's all right, lad. Man|More hose! More hose! Fergus|Milady! We came as soon as we heard. Where's Milord? Claire|He went inside to get Young Ian. Man|Keep back, folks! Keep back! We're doing our best! Move back there! Claire|There they are, there! - Jamie! Oh, thank God. Quick! Clear the way! And get him on the ground. Man|Stay back! We're doing our best! Claire|Are you all right? Young Ian|I think so. But it isna me ye need to worry about. A man with a blind eye broke into your print shop, Uncle. Jamie|What? Young Ian|He found yer pamphlets. Jamie|How? Young Ian|We started fighting. He threw me against the panels, and they opened. Jamie|All right, lad. Calm down. Young Ian|But he works for Sir Percival. Fergus|Milord, if he gives the material to Sir Percival, he'll be able to arrest you for more than smuggling. Jamie|Aye. Sedition is far worse. High treason is a capital crime. Sir Percival arrests me, he'll be awarded a king's ransom. Young Ian|I'm sorry, Uncle Jamie. I tried to stop him. Jamie|Dinna fash, lad. It wasna yer fault. Fergus|What will you do, Milord? Jamie|I'll leave with these two for Berwick tonight. Claire|Jamie, you have to bring Young Ian home, to his parents where he'll be safe. Jamie|Aye, all right. I'll take the lad home to Lallybroch. Sir Percival will no be able to trace me there. He only kens me as Alexander Malcolm of Edinburgh. But first, I have some business to settle. Jamie|Yer profits from the sale of the casks, as well as what is owed to Lesley and Hayes. Get it to them for me, will ye? Mr. Willoughby|I will. Jamie|And stay out of sight. Likely there's a target on your back as well as mine. Mr. Willoughby|Aye. Jamie|Mon fils. Here's yer share as well. See if ye can intercept the man wi' the blind eye before he gets to Sir Percival. Fergus|Of course, Milord. Jamie|And tell Ned Gowan to bring news to Lallybroch in regardin' the ??|That's it. Easy. Jamie|Matter I inquired after. Fergus|Perhaps there's a better place for you to take Milady. Jamie|Nae, dinna fash, lad. Balriggan is miles away from Broch Mordha. Fergus|Milady does not yet know about your other wife? Jamie|No. No. Not yet. I'll explain everything once Claire and Young Ian are safe. Send word when ye can. Fergus|Aye. Aye. Fire Brigade Captain (Calum Cormack) S03-E08: First Wife — Directed by Jennifer Getzinger; Written by Joy Blake Claire (Caitriona Balfe), Jamie (Sam Heughan), and Young Ian (John Bell) are riding towards Lallybroch. Claire in a Voiceover says, "Here I was, at the place that had been imprinted forever in my head and on my heart. It was home once. It didn't appear that anything had changed, but somehow, nothing felt the same." In the courtyard Jenny (Laura Donnelly) says, "Never thought I'd see ye grace my front step again." And Claire replies, "Me neither." Jenny is still looking stunned, "When Ian said ye were still alive, ye might have knocked me down with a feather." Claire is understanding, "I-I know it It must be quite a shock. But here I am." "Here ye are." Claire smiles, "Well, you look well. How are the children?" "Grown now. Some wi' bairns of their own." Jenny goes over to Young Ian and hugs him. "Ye had me worried half to death." Then she smacks him up side the head. Young Ian appears contrite. "I dinna mean to worry ye, but " His father Ian (Steven Cree) interrupts, "Better get inside, lad, before your tongue gets ye in more trouble." "Jamie, why did ye not just tell me he was wi' you? Your sister was worried sick!" Young Ian answers instead, "Because if he had, ye'd have brought me back home." Jenny agrees. "Aye, he'd have brought ye home where ye belong." Young Ian isn't very happy with the situation. "Feeding chickens, when I could be in the city earning a wage?" Jenny asks, "So that's what ye were doing? Earning a wage, eh?" Young Ian says proudly, "Aye, and I was good at it too! Fergus said so. Said I was a natural. I sold 20 cask of brandy before we were forced to flee after the fire." Ian asks, "What fire? And why did you have to flee?" Jenny is mad at her brother. "You had my son sellin' liquor and consortin' with criminals?" Jamie tries to calm her down with, "I told you I would look out for the boy, and I did. Then there was a wee fire at the print shop." Daddy Ian challenges, "Wee? Ye wouldna be standing here if it was wee. There's nothing left then?" Jenny puts two and two together, "So that's why ye're home, tail dragging. And wi' a stray. Who's drop back into our lives after 20 years as though nothing's changed." Jamie tries to explain, "Everything was fine in Edinburgh, Janet. Then an agent of the Crown started extorting me. Sent his ruffian after Claire." Young Ian just adds fuel to the flame by proudly stating, "Auntie Claire killed him. Killed him good." Jenny has had enough. "Outside. Now." Ian adds, "And you better be where I can find you when it's time for your thrashin'." Jenny attacks Claire, "You killed a man in front of my boy?" And Claire tries to clarify. "He wasn't there when it happened. I had no choice. Th-the man attacked me. I was defending myself. But there's more to it than just ..." Jenny cuts her off sarcastically, "Oh, well, then, mebbe we should all gather around the fire. I mean, if we're to listen to a tall tale." Jamie challenges, "Ye do not complain when I send you money every month, and you know fine well it doesn't come from printing copies o' the Psalms." "Aye, I ken how you make your money, but that's you, brother. You could have taught young Ian the printing trade, not how to be a criminal." Jamie says sincerely, "I promise ye, I treated him as if he was my own son." Ian picks up on that and hands Jamie his belt. "Aye. Then ye can punish him as yer own." Jamie counters, "Mebbe there's another way he can make it up to ye." Outside now, Young Ian is up to his elbows in muck. "Och. I hate this. Stinks like the devil's arse." His sister Janet (Cora Tsang) chimes in, "If Ma hears yer cursin'" Young Ian bites back at her with, "No one likes a wee clype, Janet." Sister Janet counters with, "You're getting covered with muck." Young Ian replies testily, "Well, you're covered with foxtails, so there." Janet doesn't get it. "'Tis no fair. Ye run away, and ye don't even get yer thrashin'." Young Ian states, "This is a boy's task. Matthew should be doing this. I'd rather get a thrashin'." Janet points out, "You've even got muck 'round yer mouth." Young Ian answers proudly, "Oh, it isna muck. It's whiskers." "Whiskers? You?" "Aye. Ha!" Ian tells Jamie, "Ye may have been right." Jamie also concedes, "As were you. I shoulda sent word, told ye he was with me, and I didn't. I'm sorry." "It's only that the lad loves ye so, Jamie. He follows ye around like a pup, hanging on yer every word." Inside the house there's some commotion with kids playing. A little girl offscreen says, "Henry! Hey! Give it back! Henry!" Jenny comes in and says to the kids, "Och! Ye wee devils! That'll be your supper then." Claire observes, "You certainly have a full house." Then she walks up to two little boys and introduces herself. "Hello. I'm Claire." Jenny says proudly, "This is Angus and Anthony." "Oh, it's a pleasure to meet both of you fine young gentlemen." Jenny releases the boys to play, "Go on." Then she explains to Claire, "They're Maggie's. Ye remember holding Maggie in this very room?" Claire remembers, "Of course. You were so certain she was going to be a boy. Strange to think she's old enough to have children of her own now." "Eh, well, that's what happens when 20 years go by." A man comes down the stairs carrying a baby. "I heard we had visitors. I'm James Murray (Conor McCarry)." Claire exclaimes delightedly, "Wee Jamie. Well, you're certainly not so 'wee' anymore. The last time I saw you, you were barely tall enough to see over the top of a washtub." Jenny explains to her son, "Claire used to live in Lallybroch when you were about Matthew's age. Our Jamie here is now husband to Joan and father to Henry, Matthew, Caroline, and new wee Benjamin." Young Jamie hands his son to his mother and replies, "I'll away out and see my uncle then." Jenny exclaims, "Och, he's wet himself." Claire offers, "Can I help?" "Dinna want to bewilder the bairn wi' a strange face, now." Jamie tells his sister, "Young lan's made enough dall for a month's supply of fuel. The lad's paying for his crimes." Jenny reasons, "Our father woulda had ye over the gate." "Aye, but a thrashing's not the only way to teach a lesson." Jenny says snidely, "Ye're an authority on raising bairns now? No." "No, but I am an authority on being a 16-year-old lad that lives on a farm. Ye treat him as a child, but he's a man now. Ye ought to give him a taste of freedom, while he still thinks it's yours to give." Jenny spits out, "Listen to you, telling me what I should do. Ye must ken it's a mortal sin to take another wife while the first still walks the earth." Jamie tries to explain, "I would never have taken a bride if I thought Claire was still alive." Jenny is skeptical, "Since ye believed her to be dead, why didn't ye share yer grief wi' me?" Jamie remembers the pain, "I barely wanted to breathe, let alone speak of it." Jenny demands more information, "I ken. But ye must speak of it now. I need to know what happened." Jamie tries. "I was prepared to die on the battlefield at Culloden. With me dead, it would've been dangerous for Claire to stay, so So I arranged for her to hide at an inn. Gave her money for safe passage to the Colonies after things had settled down. Later, I heard the British went through the village, killing everyone Man, woman, and child." "But she got away?" "Aye. She thought I'd died in battle. So she boarded a ship to the Colonies. I didna ken it at the time." Jenny still doesn't buy it. "I sat on these very steps watchin' this very road with Claire when you were taken by the redcoats. When you didna come home, we rode together to find you. The Claire I kent would never have stopped looking for you." Back in their room, Jamie and Claire are discussing their options. Jamie proposes, "We could build a cottage, on the western edge of the land. We could make a life here, Claire." Claire is skeptical, "Except that Jenny can barely stand the sight of me. Yet, perhaps perhaps we should tell her the truth." "We say ye traveled from another time, ye may as well convince her ye're a mermaid." Claire counters, "Murtagh understood." "That was a chance we had to take wi' a a man that's been out in the world. Jenny has never left this farm. We're always at loggerheads. She'll be full of questions we have no answers for." "But if I don't tell her the truth, then there will always be this wall between us. Jenny casts a very warm light on those that she trusts and a very cold shadow on those that she doesn't." "Aye. Sometimes I still canna believe ye're truly here. I went searching for ye once. The day I escaped Ardsmuir." Claire is surprised, "You escaped?" "Aye. There was a man named Duncan Kerr. Claimed there was treasure hidden on an island. He was fevered. Kent he was dying. It was his only chance to tell someone he thought he could trust. His last words were that the treasure was guarded by a buidseach bàn." Claire understands the term. "La dame blanche. A white witch." Jamie continues, "My heart almost stopped when he said it. I thought maybe you'd returned, that you were out there." We see a flashback as Jamie explains what happened. "There are hundreds of isles all down the coast, but only one where the selchs live. Silkie Island. I swam to it. Out of my mind with cold. Claire. Claire! Claire! Of course, I didn't find you there. I realized it was foolish to think you'd come back. If he hadna been dead already, I I woulda gone back and killed Kerr myself. For giving me hope. And then I noticed it. The MacKenzie crest. Etched into stone, just like Kerr had told me. That's where I found the treasure. At least Kerr had been right about that. The box was full of ancient coins and gems Rubies, emeralds, three large sapphires. I took one and gave it to the governor of the prison." Claire asks, "You were free. You had the treasure. Why did you go back to the prison?" "Couldna take it with me. Besides, the prisoners needed me. I was their leader." Claire says sympathetically, "I wasn't on an island. But I was out there. Wishing you'd come and find me. Sounds silly, but whenever I would hear birdsong I would pretend it was you talking to me." "Hmm. Ye ken the greylag, yeah, it mates for life? You kill a grown one, out hunting, you must wait For its mate will come to mourn. Then ye must kill that one too, otherwise, it will grieve itself to death Calling through the skies for the lost one." They have a moment together, kissing, but Jamie is clearly struggling. Claire asks, "What is it? Jamie?" Jamie is ready to confess the secret he's been keeping from her. "Something I've been meaning to tell ye, Sassenach. Hasna been easy keeping it from ye. I was hoping to speak to Ned Gowan before I told ye, to see if the law was in our favor." Surprised, Claire asks, "Ned Gowan is still alive?" Jamie is afraid to tell her, but he must. "It's very complicated. Ye must listen wi' all yer heart." Then the door opens and a little red-headed girl named Joan (Layla Burns) says, "Daddy." Her big sister Marsali (Lauren Lyle) adds, "Daddy, who is that woman?" Claire is really shocked! "Daddy?" Then Laoghaire (Nell Hudson) barges in, sees Claire in her shift, and screams, "Sassenach witch!" Jamie tries to get the situation under control, "Laoghaire, what the Laoghaire, what the hell are you doing here?" Laoghaire is still out of control, "Ye're ye're supposed to be dead! How? How could ye do such a thing to me, Jamie Fraser? Slip home behind my back? Put yer prick in that whore?" Marsali pleads with her mother, "Ma, please. We shouldna be here." Jamie says to Laoghaire, "Be still. I havena done anything to ye." Joan pleads, "Daddy! Ma! Stop!" Claire is trying to put the pieces together, "Daddy?" Laoghaire says cruelly to Claire, "He didna tell ye? He's my husband now. Have ye no shame, you adulterous bitch? Go back to the hell ye came from. Let me go! Let the English cunt stand up for herself!" Jamie grabs her and orders, "Get yerself downstairs, right now." Laoghaire resists, "Oh, get your hands off me! Ugh!" Jamie escorts Laoghaire out but turns and says to Claire, "Oh, wait here." Laoghaire continues ranting as he is leading her away, "Can't believe you did this to me!" "Laoghaire!" "That woman!" "Laoghaire, wait!" "With that witch!" Joan, clearly distressed, calls out, "Daddy!" Jamie is trying to explain the situation to little Joan. "Who's that woman? Why'd she upset Ma so?" "Well, that woman is Claire. My wife. My first wife. I thought she was dead, but by the grace of God, she came back to me. I-I planned on telling you and your sister about her, but I didna get a chance." Joan, heartbroken, asks, "What about Ma?" Jamie tells her honestly, "Well I tried very hard to be a husband to her, but your mother and I We didna have a bond that keeps people together forever." Joan asks, "An' ye have that bond wi' that other woman?" "Aye." Joan is so sad. "Now, ye'll go away forever?" Jamie tries to comfort her. "Dinna fash, Joanie. I love you and yer sister. I'll always look after ye. I promise. Now, go and find Marsali. She'll take ye home to yer ma. Go on. She needs ye." Joan starts to walk away, then turns and throws herself into Jamie's arms for a heartbreaking hug. Jamie comes back to his and Claire's room, where she is packing to leave. "Claire. Will ye let me explain?" Claire is understandably cold to him. "It's a little late for that." Jamie tries to explain. "I dinna live with her. She and the girls live at Balriggan. I-I didna think they'd come here. It was a great mistake, the marriage between Laoghaire and me." Claire spits out, "With two children? That took you quite a long time to figure that out, didn't it?" "The lassies arna mine. I-I'm not the father." "Really? That little girl with the red hair?" Jamie reasons, "Well, there are other redheaded men in Scotland, Claire. Look, Laoghaire was a-a-a widow wi' two bairns when I wed her. It's been less than two years, and we've lived apart most of that time." "Oh, and I suppose that makes it all right, does it? It's Laoghaire? She she tried to have me killed!" "Well, ye're the one that told me to be kind to the lass!" Claire points out, "I told you to thank her not marry her." Claire tries to walk out but he physically restrains her. "Ye're not going anywhere." Claire bites back, "You cannot stop me. You lied to me. You told me that you never fell in love with anyone else." "I didna fall in love." "You told me about your son. Why couldn't you tell me about this? Why?" Jamie is crestfallen. "Why? Why? Because I am a coward. That's why. I couldna tell ye for fear I would lose ye, and I couldna bear the thought of losing you again. I wanted you so badly that nothing else mattered. I would sacrifice honor, family, l-life itself to see you, to lie with you again, even though you left me." Claire picks up on that. "Left you? Left you? You forced me to go back! I would have died gladly at Culloden with you. And now you want to blame me for that?" Jamie concedes, "I dinna blame you for it. Ye had to go for Brianna's sake. I c-canna regret that." "But you blame me for coming back." "No. Yes. No. God, no, I Do ye know what it is to live 20 years wi'out a heart? To live half a man and accustom yourself to exist in the bit that's left?" "Do I know? Do I know how that feels? Yes, you bastard, I know! What did you think, that I went back to Frank and lived happily ever after?" "Sometimes, I hoped ye did. And sometimes, I could see it Him with you, day and night, lying with ye, taking your body, holding my bairn! And God, I could kill ye for it!" Claire throws out passionately, "Well, I don't have to imagine Laoghaire!" "Laoghaire? Christ! I dinna care about Laoghaire, and I never have!" "Oh, so you would marry a woman you don't even want and then just discard her the second you're done?" "No, I'm damned one way or the other. If I felt anything for her, I'm a faithless lecher, and if I didn't, I'm a heartless beast!" "Well, you should have told me." Jamie reasons, "And if I had, ye would've turned on your heel and left without a word. But having seen you again, I would do far worse than lie to keep you!" He grabs her and kisses her even though she's fighting him. "Get off me!" Jamie confesses earnestly, "Claire! Claire, no! Claire, I-I love you and only you." The tide turns then, and she's not fighting any more. She's grabbing and kissing him. Then Jenny throws a pitcher of water on them and says, "Stop it! Both of ye. Fightin' and ruttin' like wild beasts, and no carin' if the whole house hears ye!" Later, Janet asks Claire, "Would ye like a whisky?" Claire grudgingly concedes, "Suppose I could do with one. Thank you. I apologize for disturbing the household." Guiltily, Janet admits, "I should be apologizin' to you. I told Auntie Laoghaire ye were here. That's why she came. I didna have it in mind tae cause such a kebbie-lebbie. Truly not." "Well, I suppose one of us would have found out sooner or later. Why did you tell her?" "Mother told me to." Jenny walks into the room as Janet leaves, and Claire asks, "You told Laoghaire to come?" "She's his wife." Claire asserts, "I am his wife." Jenny counters that with, "Then why'd ye no try to find him after the war? And why'd it take ye 20 years to come back here?" "Because I thought he was dead." Jenny admits sadly, "In a way, he was. Took him an age to start livin' again, and now you're back no more than a week, and ye've killed a man, his print shop's razed to the ground, and he's on the run from the law." "I suppose that's all my doing?" "Well, there's no denyin' trouble finds my brother, but ye didna help matters much." "I wanted to come back to be part of this family again." Jenny bites back with, "Well, family writes letters. Telling one another they're alive. What, d'ye think we were all just frozen in time waiting for you to return?" Claire admits, "No. Look, I I had another husband in America, and it was a matter of survival. Now, it wasn't easy, but I had to put my past behind me so that I could make that marriage work." Jenny asks, "Does Jamie know?" Claire answers honestly, "Yes." "Did ye have any bairns?" Claire gives a partial answer, "No. I never had children with him. But when he died, I decided to come back to visit Jamie's grave, to tell him that I never forgot him. But instead, I found him alive." "I hear truth in what ye're tellin' me. But I can see it in yer eyes, there's still something ye're keepin' from me. I don't know if I can or even want to put my trust in you again. When a horse breaks its leg, ye put it out of its misery because it'll never heal right. Neither will we." Jenny is picking up the broken pieces of the vase that Jamie shattered in his anger. Ian comes into the room. Jenny tells Ian sadly, "If my mother was still alive, this would kill her all over again." "Jamie's retired to the stables, and Janet's given Claire blankets in the guest chamber." Jenny asks, "This doesna bother you? Him laying wi' both wives?" Ian states the facts, "He and Laoghaire are not living as man and wife, - and ye ken it." "He makes a fool of this family." "Ye're the only one being foolish. If there's a pot of shite on to boil, ye stir like it's God's work." Jenny asks, "Oh, this is my fault then?" Ian reminds her, "D'ye forget I hear yer prayers every night? And all ye ask for is Jamie's happiness, after all the sorrows he's seen, and here he is, but ye canna let him have it." Jenny throws out, "Does this look like happiness to you?" The next morning Claire is packed and leaving the house. Jamie catches up to her and begs, "Claire. Claire. Please." Claire says sadly, "I should never have come back." Jamie states, "Canna take back those 20 years Or the life I've lived. But I mean to make things right." "I knew coming back was a risk. That you could be a different person, that we both could be different people, but " Jamie cuts in sincerely, "I'm still the same person you fell in love with." Claire quotes, "'When you tell me something, let it be the truth, and I promise you the same.' Those were your words, Jamie. We could have secrets, but not lies." Jamie says, "I'm sorry, Claire. Truly. I've only known one love in my life. And that was with you." Laoghaire walks into the courtyard, having heard Jamie's confession. She's waving a gun at Claire. "There's the truth of it then?" Jamie tries to get between the gun and Claire, "Oh, God, Laoghaire. Laoghaire, p-put the pistol down." "No. I will not just sit at home and let her walk away with ye. I've come to protect what's mine." "This isna Claire's fault." Laoghaire states, "Time for her to leave us be. To stay out of our lives." Jamie reminds her, "You and I have not dwelt in the same house for many a month." "Mebbe it wasna perfect, but you were mine. If not under my roof, ye provided for me and ..." Suddenly the gun fires and Jamie is shot in his left shoulder. Laoghaire screams, "Jamie!" Claire pushes her away yelling, "Aah! Get away from him! Jamie!" Inside the house now, Claire orders, "Help me get him onto the table." Jamie tries to sluff it off. "Och, what's a few more scars? Leave me be. I'm just fine." But Claire is a doctor and goes into doctor mode, "Get me some alcohol, please. Here. Take this off. Take your shirt off." Jenny enters and sees Jamie shot. "Oh, dear God. Who did this?" Claire gave her a look. "Laoghaire." Jamie states, "It's nothing Claire canna fix." Jenny jumps into action, "I'll get clean towels and bandages." Claire orders Young Ian, "Go get my medical kit. It's in my bag in the courtyard." He dashes out saying, "Yeah." Claire asks Ian, "Can you get hot water and see if you can find an apron?" "Aye." Jamie is still downplaying it. "It's only bird shot. Nothing serious." Claire reminds him, "Have you forgot what I told you about germs?" Then to Young Jamie, "Aye, thank you." Young Jamie says, "I'll help my father." Claire hands Jamie a glass of whisky. "Here. I'm going to have to dig those pellets out." Jamie drinks it, then reaches for the bottle and takes a swig. "Ah. Mm." Claire orders, "Lie down." Jamie does as instructed, "Mm." Later, Jamie is mostly passed out and the surgery is underway. Young Ian notices, "Those're very fancy knives ye've got there, Auntie." Claire explains. "I, uh, I knew a very fine cutler in the Colonies. Mm. All right, this is the one I'm worried about. If the pellets penetrated the artery, then you'll bleed to death, and there'll be nothing I can do about it." Young Ian asks, "Did it penetrate the artery?" Claire answers, "No. He was very lucky." Later, Young Ian hands Claire a glass filled with whisky, saying, "Auntie." Claire declines his offer. "Eh, he has enough alcohol for now. Thank you." Young Ian asserts, "It's not for Uncle Jamie. It's for you, Auntie." "You're the only one who calls me that." Young Ian observes, "Uncle Jamie's lucky you're here." Jamie is awake now. Claire tells him, "She made a nice Swiss cheese of your arm." Jamie tries a joke, "I dinna ken what Swiss cheese is, but if it looks like that, I wouldna want it on my bread." But Claire is very business like. "Well, the pellets are out, and your artery's intact." Jamie states, "I need a whisky." Claire corrects him. "You've had enough. You need liquids. Water or broth." Jamie attempts more humor, "Whisky's a liquid, no?" Claire isn't taking the bait. "No. Here. Drink this. I'll never understand what you saw in that woman." "Well, she wasna toting a pistol when I chanced upon her again." Claire clearly was after more details. "That's it?" Jamie is skeptical, but asks, "You truly wish to hear? You won't get angry?" Claire sets him straight. "I haven't stopped being angry. So you might as well explain yourself." Jamie explains. "I'd been away so long. When I returned from Helwater, from England, everything was different. Jenny's bairns didn't recognize me. I was a ghost. If ye ken what I mean." "Yes I do." "I was here but I wasna home. I suppose I was lonely. It was my first Hogmanay at Lallybroch since I was a lad. Everything about Lallybroch was shining, warm. Jenny had dressed the parlor. Never seen it so bonny. The fiddler was by the window there, playing jigs and reels. Every table laden wi' food, drink." We see a beautiful, joyful flashback of Hogmany at Lallybroch. "I could feel my father and mother there and my brother Willie. I was filled with joy and loneliness at the same time." Little Joan and her big sister approach Jamie and Joan asks, "Do you like figs?" "Aye. Thank you." Joan continues, "Would you like to dance?" Jamie says sheepishly, "It's been a very long time since I tried." Marsali asserts with a smile, "We can teach you." Jamie continues his explaination to Claire, "After a few moments, my heart felt lighter. The music wrapped around me, and I was laughing. I realized I hadna truly laughed since that last time well, the last time I was with you." After the dancing, Joan tells Jamie, "Ye're a bonny dancer." "Thank you. So are you. Ha! Ye've fair worked up my appetite. You Cousin Aileen's daughters?" Marsali answers his question, "No. Our mother is Mistress MacKimmie." Jamie explains, "So there she was. Twice widowed and two bairns aching for a father. That was plain enough. I found something to fill the hole I had in me. Jenny kent it as well. Urged me to make the match. I wanted to be a a father, a husband all the things I thought the future held when I was with you. All the things I had to forget when I said good-bye to you at the stones. To care for Willie or Brianna Watch them grow up, to show them how to be in the world. I thought if I married Laoghaire, I could have all those things." Claire asks softly, "And did you?" Jamie continues, "My fondness for Marsali and Joan grew. It was a very special time for me. And not always easy. But it was all right." Claire wants the full account, "So then what happened? How did you end up living in Edinburgh?" "There were days, weeks where she wouldn't speak with me. To be honest, I-I didn't mind that. Meant we wouldn't be fighting over this or that. I tried to be gentle wi' her, but it was no use. Maybe it was her first husband, Hugh, or her second husband, Simon. Well, nobody kens what happens in the marriage bed. She was hurt. I could see the fear in her eyes. So I left. I couldn't bear the thought of someone being afraid of my touch." Claire reaches over to touch his hand, then is surprised, "Christ you're burning up." "Huh?" Claire asks him, "Why on earth didn't you say something?" "Huh. I thought it was the heat of shame. If you won't stay with me, then I'd rather die and be done with it if that's all the same with you." "I'm not going to let you die, tempted as I might be." Claire pulls out her medical kit and starts filling a syringe. Jamie looks worried, "What in God's name is that?" "Something that will help bring down your fever. Now, roll over onto your right side." Jamie reluctantly complies, but states the obvious, "Uh ... Yeah, that that, uh, that looks mighty sharp." "It is, so you better hold still and relax." "Look, will ye please explain why jabbing needles in my arse is going to help my arm?" "Because germs are no match for penicillin." Later Jenny is talking to Claire. "I had a vision of ye, ye ken. When Jamie wed Laoghaire, them standing by the altar, ye were there wi' them, standin' betwixt him and Laoghaire. I didna ken who ye were or what. We didna know your people or your place. Even when Jamie told me you might tell me things that might no make any sense, I didna question it. Ye said plant potatoes, I did as told. The crop kept us alive for more than one winter after Culloden. You saved us, and I never asked ye about any of it, did I? Jamie chose ye. That was enough." Claire asks her, "But it's not enough now, is it?" Jenny states, "I suppose ye'll never tell me the full story." "What I can tell you is that I love your brother very much. I never forgot him. Or any of you. I never stopped wearing his wedding ring." Jenny tells Claire, "You were a sister to me." Claire says sincerely, "I loved you too, Jenny. Still do. I'm only asking for a second chance." Claire is walking down the hall and encounters an old friend. Ned Gowan (Bill Paterson) says, "Oh, my dear. Is it truly you?" "Oh, Ned! Oh, w-what are you doing here?" "Well, I've-I've come to speak to your husband. Oh! You're-you're a feast for these old eyes. Pardon me. I'm I'm a trifle overcome." Claire observes, "You look exactly the same. What is your secret?" "Well, I never married." Claire, Jamie and Ned are sitting at the table. Ned is explaining their legal situation. "Well, with the return of the first Mrs. James Fraser, legally, the marriage to Laoghaire MacKimmie is invalid. Eh, you'll have to make reconciliations with the Church, mind ye." Jamie is agreeable to that. "Oh, it's a price I'm willing to pay." "Funny you should mention that. Laoghaire has made a complaint to the Justice of the Peace, uh, for distress and loss of support." Jamie asks, "How could she do that?" Ned explains wryly, "'Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.' Hm." Claire states the main fact. "But she shot him." Ned goes on, "Indeed, and in the Highlands, as we know, Disarming Act means that owning a firearm is a criminal offense. Now, where is the weapon now?" Jamie answers, "Young Jamie has it hidden in the stables." Ned asks, "Any way of proving that it belongs to Laoghaire?" "Well, besides myself and Claire bearing witness and the five holes in my arm no." Ned explains, "Well, uh, if it proceeds to trial and you're summoned to court, she may be indicted. Uh, we could arrange for the weapon to be turned over to the British." Jamie asks, "And what would happen to her?" Ned spells it out. "If found guilty, she could be transported to the Colonies. Virginia, most likely." Claire tries a little humor. "I do hear Richmond is nice this time of year." "Hmm. Indeed." Jamie decides. "No. No, I won't turn the pistol over." Claire argues, "But she must be punished for this." "Aye, you're right. Laoghaire deserves to be punished, but I willna do it to the girls. They're already losing a father. I-I won't have them lose a mother as well. What does Laoghaire want?" Ned's turn for humor. "Well, I believe her chief desire is to have you castrated and your bollocks mounted on her wall, but I suspect that she may be amenable to alimony." Jamie asks, "How much?" And Ned writes a figure on his legal pad. Later Claire and Jamie, and Jenny and Ian are discussing the situation. Jenny is astounded, "20 pounds? That's two years' wages!" Jamie adds, "And 10 pounds a year to maintain a household for the girls until they're properly wed." Ian agrees, "That's an outrageous sum." Jamie reassures him, "Aye, I ken. But I wo I won't put that burden on you." Jenny asks, "Where do ye intend to get the money to pay her?" Jamie has a plan. "There's a place I know. There's a box full of ancient coins on Silkie Island. I swam there once. Maybe I could go back and get it." Claire squashes his plan. "You can't swim anywhere, not until that arm's healed." But Young Ian joins them and asks, "How far is it?" Jamie replys, "Mebbe a quarter mile." Young Ian thinks about that. "Aye. I can swim that. I'm a better swimmer than either of my brothers." Jenny shoos him out. "Away you go. You can bring that in later. Well, what good are ancient coins in the Highlands? Laoghaire canna use them for food and rents." Jamie has thought of that. "I'll take them to France. Cousin Jared will know how to trade them for sterling. He's family. He'll be discreet. Then I'll bring the proceeds back for Laoghaire. I'd also like to take young Ian to France as well, if that's all right with you. He's old enough to see a bit of the world outside of Scotland. You and I had our time in France, Ian. Better that than war." Jenny considers this. "I suppose it's best we let him have his freedom while he still thinks it's ours to give." Ian looks resigned. "You'll take better take care of him this time, aye?" Jamie declares, "We will. You can trust us." Claire and Jamie are on a cliff watching Young Ian swim out to the Silkie Island. Claire shivers, "The water must be freezing." Jamie agrees. "'Tis. It's the current that's the worst part of it. Ye must surrender to it. But as ye come nearer the island, ye must break free of it or be carried away to the New World. Dinna fash. Ian's a braw swimmer. We've barely been alone since we left Edinburgh. Now we're the only two people on this cliff, and ye canna meet my eye." Claire looks bleak. "I'm afraid th-this is all a mistake. I'm just not sure if we belong together anymore." Jamie is shocked. "How can ye say that?" "I had a life. We both had lives. And families. It wasn't the plan, but I didn't hate Boston. I had a career. A home. Friends. And you had your print shop in Edinburgh. It wasn't so bad, really, was it?" Jamie says earnestly, "Being a printer was naught compared to being your husband." "For 20 years, I was haunted by the memory of you. The moment I found out you were alive, I But ever since I've arrived back, it's been so much harder than I could ever have imagined." "When has it ever been easy? But I apologized for it. I've done all I can to make it right. Ye belong wi' me. We're mated for life, Sassenach. Will you risk the man I am for the sake of the one ye once knew?" Claire notices something over his shoulder. "Jamie." He looks with his eyeglass. "Christ." Claire asks, "Oh, where's Ian?" Jamie spots him. "There. Making his way down. Ian! Ian!" Claire tries to warn him by yelling, "Go back!" Jamie starts to strip off his jacket to go to Ian, but Claire stops him. "Jamie, no! - You can't! You're hurt!" Jamie knows it's useless anyway as the pirates have hoisted Ian into their boat and are heading back to the ship that is lowering it's sails and leaving. "Ian!" All they can do is watch in horror! S03-E09: The Doldrums — Directed by David Moore; Written by Shannon Goss Standing on a dock in Ayr, Scotland, Jamie's cousin Jared Fraser (Robert Cavanagh) approaches Jamie (Sam Heughan) and Claire (Caitriona Balfe) saying, "It's all arranged, then. You'll act as supercargo in charge of the freight. Master Raines is glad not to have the responsibility. She's not much, but" Jamie cuts in, "She'll do." Jarad continues, "Oh, the weather is beginning to turn. Even a brig of this size will be bobbin' like a cork. Uh but at least you'll have a physician at hand when ye begin retching yer innards." Jamie answers, "I'll manage. All that matters now is Young Ian." Jared agrees, "Yes. Well, the harbor master had record of only one three-masted frigate sailing under a Portuguese flag, the Bruja. Her home port is Jamaica." Jamie observes, "And she was riding very low in the water. Hold musta been laden." Jared concludes, "Then they would most likely be on their way home. Dinna fash, a healthy male can be sold for upward of 30 pounds in Jamaica. As long as he doesn't make trouble, Ian will be fine." Claire says to Jamie, "West Indies is our best chance, then." Jamie addresses his cousin, "Thank ye, Jared. Ye've been a great help." Jared bids them farewell. "Bon voyage. God be with you and the lad." Jamie is feeling guilty, and says to Claire, "'Twas ill luck to use the money to pay Laoghaire so I could be wi' you. Maybe I'm being punished for wanting too much." Claire disagrees, "Jamie, no god worth his salt would take your nephew away from you just because you wanted to be happy." Looking serious, Jamie asks, "Will we be? Happy? I meant what I said. You belong wi' me. If ye truly want to go back, I'll take ye to the stones myself." Claire replies, "Most important thing right now is that we find Young Ian." Lesley (Keith Fleming) and Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) approach them from the Artemis. Lesley says, "Captain, uh, Raines wants to cast off. If we don't, we'll no catch the tide." Hayes suggests, "Maybe we should leave tomorrow on a fresh tide." Lesley asks, "'Fresh tide'? They're all the same, ye numbskull. He's full of nerves." Hayes clarifies, "Aye, it's no 'nerves.' Twice I've been on a ship. Once when they took me from Scotland as an indentured slave, another when I returned home. If it wasna for Mac Dubh, I would no be setting foot on that bucket of shite." Claire adds, "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm not one for sea voyages either. But we're very glad of your help." Jamie asks, "Has Willoughby arrived?" Hayes answers, "Aye, he's on deck now." Jamie states, "Then inform Captain Raines that we have sufficient crew aboard. Just waiting on Fergus." Hayes informs Jamie, "The wee frog's already on board, Mac Dubh. Fergus and ..." Lesley interrupts, "And the baggage from Lallybroch. (CLEARS THROAT) The lad's brought ye some clothes and supplies. Let's go." Both are muttering indistinctly as they walk back towards the ship. Claire says, "Since Jenny and Ian think we're still headed - to France, then Jamie cuts in, "They'll not yet be worried. I've sent them a letter explaining everything." The Artemis is underway. Jamie and Claire are on deck and Jamie is looking uncomfortable. Claire tries to help. "Try and look at the horizon. Might help alleviate nausea." Jamie states, "I haven't noticed my stomach yet, Sassenach. Watching Scotland fall away is causing pain enough. I won't set foot on our shores again wi'out Young Ian." Claire reassures him, "We will find him." "Aye. If this fair wind holds, we should gain on the Bruja." A sailor, Manzetti (Cameron Robertson), approaches and says to Jamie, "Good day." Then he touches an iron horseshoe nailed to a large wooden post behind the main mast. Another sailor, Hogan (Nic Rasenti), passes and touches the horseshow, then greets Jamie. "Morning, sir." Claire observes this, then says, "Let's get settled in." She starts to walk away. Jamie says, "Aye. You, uh, should touch the horseshoe, Sassenach." As he touches the horseshoe himself, he adds, "It's bad luck not to." She sighs and concedes, "Well, if it'll make you happy." First Mate Warren (Karl Thaning) touches the horseshoe and says to Jamie, "Day to you." Jamie replies, "And you!" Claire notices that all of the seamen address Jamie only, not her. "Am I invisible?" Jamie explains sheepishly, "Ah You know, women are bad luck on ships, Sassenach. Redheads, too." Claire scoffs, "So, you're bad luck?" Jamie adds, "Aye. That's why they address me first before I speak to them. 'Tis the only way to avoid misfortune." Chuckling, Claire asks, "How has Scotland survived all these centuries?" Jamie explains, "It's not just the Scots, Sassenach. The English, Spanish, Dutch All have seafaring superstitions. Dinna want to be caught wi a banana on a French frigate." Fergus (César Domboy) Fergus approaches them saying, "Milord." "Fergus." Jamie is happy to see him, but then he sees his step-daughter Marsali (Lauren Lyle) with Fergus. "Marsali? What the hell are ye doing here?" Marsali, smiling broadly, exclaims bluntly, "Fergus and I are married." Jamie is clearly shocked. "What in the name of holy God d'ye mean? Ye hardly know each other." Fergus explains, "We've been courting since last August, and we were handfast this morning." Claire questions, "Handfast?" Jamie explains this. "Ah, a custom It allows two people to be married if they clasp hands in front of witnesses and declare themselves wed, but not if - Have you bedded her?" Fergus admits, "Not yet, Milord." Relieved, Jamie says, "Ah Then it's not yet binding." Addressing Captain Raines (Richard Dillane), Jamie orders, "Captain! We need to make for shore." Captain Raines replies politely, "If there's anything you need, we'll be putting in at St. Ives for final provisions." Jamie states, "Then Marsali will disembark there. I'll send someone to see her home. This voyage is too dangerous for the lass." Marsali jumps in beligerantly, "You're taking her." Jamie states firmly, "Claire is no concern of yours." But Marsali is not done with this conversation. "You left my mother for this English whore, making her a laughingstock, and ye say it's no my concern? The hellish nerve ye ha', telling me what I shall do." Fergus tries to intercede, "Marsali, chèrie, you must not speak about Milady in such a way." Jamie asks Marsali, "Does your mother ken?" Marsali answers, "I sent her a letter." Jamie is between a rock and a hard place. "Then she'll have me killed. I am sending you home." Marsali has other ideas and asserts her power! "I'll tell everyone Fergus has already bedded me. He hasn't, but I'll say it anyway. So, you see, I shall either be married or ruined." Jamie concedes, "Fine. You can sail to Jamaica. Then I am taking you home. Uh, but Fergus doesna touch ye. We have two cabins. Fergus'll be wi' me. Marsali will be wi' Claire." Now Claire and Marsali are both shocked and ask jointly! "What?" Claire takes charge, "Let's go inside. You're going to be sick." Jamie disagrees, "I I feel fine." "No, you don't. We've been apart for 20 years, and you want me to room with her?" Jamie explains his position, "Marsali is under my care now, like it or not. I am obliged to protect her virtue." Claire unhappily adds, "Mine as well, it would seem." Then she heads inside. Jamie, looking none too happy with the situation. "Now I am gonna be sick." Claire sees Jamie looking very nautious sitting on his bunk. "Can't possibly be comfortable there. You should try a hammock." Jamie scoffs at that idea, "Oh swinging's no helpful." She pours some liquid into a mug and hands it to him, "Here." Surly, Jamie asks, "What in God's name are ye forcing me to drink?" "Ginger tea." He takes a sip. "Oh Can't believe Fergus lied to me about Marsali. Courting since August." Claire commiserates, "Well, I don't think they've thought through what it means to spend a lifetime together. Neither did we, when we were first married." Jamie adds, "That's because our marriage was arranged." Claire notices a trunk. "What is that?" Jamie answers, "The happy couple brought some of our things from Lallybroch." "Our things?" She goes to investigate what's in the trunk. "These are my clothes from when we were in Paris. Well, you kept them! Why didn't you sell them, or Jamie scoffs, "Sell them? Memories of you? Never." "Ah, that green cloak that Marsali was wearing ... I knew I recognized it from somewhere." Jamie concedes, "Uh, couldna sell yer garments, but after I thought I'd never see you again, it seemed all right if Marsali made use of them. Hope you dinna mind." Claire says, "No. Now, has she altered them all?" Jamie is feeling terrible. "Not all." Helpfully, Claire hands him his mug. "Here. Have some more tea. With hope, it'll be calmer tomorrow." Groaning, Jamie observes, "I'll be dead by then. See to it I'm buried at Lallybroch." Claire chuckles. Lesley knocks at the door, then opens it saying, "Mistress Claire, ye're needed." A few minutes later, apothecary box in hand, Claire approaches Manzetti who has a bloody cut in his hairline. Hogan explains what happened. "We were above, near the main-mast. One of the lines snapped and the deadeye hit him in the head. Claire asks, "What is your name?" "Manzetti." Claire continues her examination, "And do you know where you are?" "On a ship?" "Well, where are you going?" Manzetti answers, "The West Indies. Same as you, no?" Claire concludes, "I don't think you have a concussion." "What?" "The cut's not deep. But you'll likely have a scar and a nasty headache. I have some peppermint oil that will help with that." Captain Raines approaches and asks, "How did this happen? Manzetti answers, "I-I don't know. The main topsail sheet was suddenly upon me." Warren asks, "Did you not touch the horseshoe?" "I did, Mr. Warren. We all did." Warren observes dryly, "Well, someone didn't. A mishap as such while still in sight of land's an ill omen. You know it as well as I." Claire states reasonably, "Accidents do happen, Mister Warren." Captain Raines replies, "I'm sure you believe that, madam, but when you've been at sea as long as we have Well, 'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio'" Claire finishes the quote "'than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Shakespeare was a very wise man." Captain Raines is impressed. "Indeed. Madam, I wonder if you and your husband would care to dine with me this evening." Claire replies, "Well, of course. Though, I think my husband might find the idea of food a little off-putting at the moment. Thank you. All right". Back to work. Jamie addresses Fergus, "Ye hardly know her." Fergus replies, "You didn't know Milady long at all - before you were married." "That was different. We were forced to marry." "Milord, you forget. I know your story. If you were forced to marry Milady, then I am forced to breathe. My heart, it is forced to beat. You yourself have told me you wanted her more than life from the moment you saw her. You didn't need time. Nor do I. I thought you'd be happy for me. At least, I hoped as much. Once you'd overcome your surprise." Jamie asks, "Then why'd you lie to me all this time?" "The same reason you didn't tell Milady about Laoghaire. I was a coward." Jamie continues, "Did you lie to Marsali too?" "Marsali and I do not have secrets." "She kens about your past, does she?" "That I grew up in a brothel? Yes. And that I was a pickpocket." Jamie presses his point, "And what about all yer other lassies?" "No, but" "In spring, it was Aileen. And in summer, it was, uh" Fergus supplies her name, "Rhona?" "Rhona. Uh, and then you bedded Cairstine, and then ..." "I understand, Milord. But I have not lain with Marsali Or with any other woman since we began our courtship. I've waited. Does that not mean something?" "Not if you can't be honest with her." Claire is dining with Captain Raines. He says, "I'm sorry your husband is too unwell to join us." "But it's me you wanted at your table, wasn't it? I questioned your authority in regards to the horseshoe." "I merely wish to help you, Mistress Fraser to understand the rigors of sea and gain the crew's respect as ship's surgeon, eh? You must put yourself in their shoes. After all, on this ship, your very presence is ill luck." "So my husband has informed me." "By rights, you and Mistress MacKimmie should, at this moment, be bare-breasted." Claire exclaims, "I'm sorry?" "A woman's bare breasts calm an angry sea. But fear not. The figurehead at the bow, she bares her breasts for you and prevents us from being subject to any curses." "Well, how kind of her." Raines adds, "The horseshoe is more complicated. There's no substitute." "Surely you don't believe by touching a piece of iron you'll bring us better luck." "I've sailed on many ships, madam, and on each one, the sailors have their superstitions. Anything that provides them with a sense of assurance is, in my view, to be encouraged." Claire chimes in, "The disadvantage being that men can also lose faith when the portents signify disaster." Raines continues, "Even then, I would rather have them make their luck than give up all hope. It matters not whether I believe touching a piece of iron will bring good luck The men believe it. And they believe someone has not." "Believing something doesn't make it real." "On this ship, it does. 'There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.'" Claire knows she's not going to be able to win this one. Jamie is retching into a bucket in his cabin. Mr. Willoughby (Gary Young) approaches his open cabin door and asks, "How long will you continue this farce?" Jamie answers, "I must allow time for my wife's tea to do its work." "This retching. It can eat your stomach, tear your muscles, and your testicles, they can get twisted. Most painful. The only cure is removal. But if you want to wait, that is your choice." Jamie continues retching, but gives Mr. Willoughby a look. Marsali and Claire are getting ready to go to sleep. Marsali states, "That one's bigger. Ye won't bump your head when ye get up." "Marsali, you don't have to try and get in my good graces just so I'll put in a good word with Jamie. It's really none of my business." "So, ye drop out of the clear blue sky, sticking yer nose where it doesn't belong, ruining my family, and now ye're minding yer own business? Well. Daddy may think you're a wise woman, but I still think ye're a whore." "Right, well the whore should have the bigger bed then, shouldn't she?" "Mm." The next day, Claire approaches Jamie who's looking very chipper. "Verra pleasant day, is it not, Sassenach?" "Yes, it is. Well, you're certainly feeling better." Marsali and Fergus approach them and Marsali tells Jamie, "Fergus told me everything. I'm no so naive to think he hasna been wi' lassies. And now, we only want to be wi' each other." Fergus adds, "We're hoping you will bless our union." Claire pipes in, "Perhaps you should give them a chance." Then she pulls Jamie aside and says, "I'm trying to help you. If you let them continue their infatuation, it might just fizzle out." "I don't know what a 'fizzle' is, but I ken your meaning well enough. And 'fizzle out' is what I'm afraid of." He goes back to Fergus and Marsali and says, "I'm sorry. I cannae allow it." Up on deck, Claire sees Mr. Willoughby painting Chinese letters with water and asks him, "What is that?" "It is, uh a poem." He pulls a rolled up piece of paper out of his bag. "Is that more poetry?" "No. I've been scribing the story of my life in China, so that it will not be forgotten. A story told is a life lived." Claire asks, "Would you tell it to me?" "Not yet. Once I tell it, I have to let it go." He walks away as Claire notices the water evaporating as Mr. Willoughby's poem disappers. Claire says in a voiceover, "The days started blending together. For me, this meant tending to minor injuries and making medicines. Being on the ship at sea, with endless horizons, appealed to me (BELL RINGING) It reminded me of a simpler time." The sailors are singing while someone is playing a flute. "I took the lobster home I couldn't find a dish So it was put in the pot Where the mistress has a piss Singing aye-tiddly aye Aye-diddly do Aye-tiddly aye, tiddly aye Tiddly do Early the next morning The old woman arose She leapt around the room With a lobster on her cunt Singing aye-tiddly aye Aye-tiddly do Aye-tiddly aye, tiddly aye Tiddly oh "Husband, husband," she cried out to me" The singing fades as Claire enters Jamie's cabin and is surprised at what she sees. "Jamie, you should hear the Ah ah." "Claire." Mr. Willoughby has been putting quite a few needles in Jamie's face. "My, uh, apology. He did not want to, but, uh, I insisted." "Didn't want to what?" "Uh, Zam Gau uh, for the vomiting." Claire translates, "Acupuncture." Willoughby continues, "It is my fault. I should never have" Jamie interrupts, "It's all right, Willoughby. You can go." Claire gets it now, "So, this is what's cured your seasickness. And not the tea that I've been making twice a day for three weeks? Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't want to hurt yer feelings." "You'd honestly think that I'd want you to suffer to save my pride?" "We aren't on the most stable ground, are we, Sassenach? I didna want ye to see it as more proof ye dinna belong here." "Jamie, my return has been confusing and and frustrating. But it's never been a question of whether I love you." "Ah. I should've told you outright." Chuckling, Claire observes, "Mm. You look like a pincushion." "Ah, I feel like a damn pincushion, but I haven't vomited for weeks." Things get quiet, and Claire asks, "What is it?" "We're not moving." They head up on deck to see what's going on. First Mate Warren is taking a read on the sun and the horizon with an octant while Captain Raines and Second Mate Baxley (Russell Crous) are nearby. Jamie approaches them. A seaman says, "Can't explain it, Captain. We're on course." Jamie asks, "Captain. What's wrong? Why aren't we moving? Captain Raines answers, "We've lost the wind, Mr. Fraser." Then people start noticing that Jamie has needles sticking out all over. Captain Raines asks, "What have you in your face?" Mr. Willoughby answers, "It is Chinese treatment for, uh, seasickness very healthy." As Willoughby takes the needles out of Jamie's face, Jamie asks, "Is it common to lose the wind in these latitudes?" Warren answers, "No, it's bad luck. Someone's brought this on us by their neglect." Captain Raines adds, "It's a bit unusual for the season, but there's no cause for concern." Warren accuses Willoughby for their troubles, "I say it's the Chinaman." But Baxley counters, "It's not him. Saw the Chinee touch the horseshoe." Claire tries to put a stop to this nonsense. "Well, why don't we all just line up and touch the horseshoe now? And that way, we can make sure that everyone has complied with the rules of the ship." Hayes agrees with her plan. "Aye, good idea." But Baxley disagrees, "Too late for that. Must be done at the beginning of a voyage." Captain Raines tries to reassure everyone, "Fear not. The wind will return. We must endeavor to be ready when it does." It is nighttime and Claire and Jamie are on deck looking at the moon together, reveling in some rare alone time. Claire asks Jamie, "Is it really just you and me?" "Hm. You and me. And the man in the moon." They kiss and snuggle together happily. "Hm. You know before I left Boston, men had just flown to the moon." "Hm. I wonder what it looks like up there." "I saw pictures. Photographs." Jamie knows about photographs. "Ah." Claire continues, "It was rocky and barren, and Was no life at all. It was beautiful. And you can see the craters from here. The dark spots." "Aye. Ah, that's his face. Seems close enough you could speak to him." Claire quotes, "'Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow jumping over the moon. Goodnight light and the red balloon.' It's from a book I used to read Brianna, when she was little." "Mm." "She could recite the whole thing before she could even read. She used to say it to her favorite toy bunny. She loved rabbits." "You miss her," Jamie observes. Claire answers tearfully, "Terribly." Jamie hugs her tightly in reassurance, understanding her longing for their daughter. Claire says in a voiceover, "The days turned into weeks and the wind did not return. We were becalmed in the middle of a vast ocean, hundreds of miles from the nearest shore. Even the most experienced sailors were growing anxious and beginning to fear the worst." Aloysius Murphy (Nigel Betts), the ship's cook, says angrily, "Damn, blazing Hades! Filth-eating son of a pig fart. Water's gone bad. Every one afoul and stinking. Bilge water's got into it." Captain Raines starts to take a drink, but Jamie knocks it out of his hand. "Don't! It will be filled with disease." Hayes exclaims, "Christ." Captain Raines orders, "Salvage what you can. The top row may be unspoiled. Boil the rest. And go to half rations for every man. And pray for rain." Hogan has another idea, "I have another suggestion. We find the Jonah who's brought us ill luck and we throw him overboard." Baxley agrees, "Aye." So does Mr. Murphy, "Aye." Hayes is looking pretty worried... Claire and Jamie are in Captain Raines cabin eating. Captain Raines is assessing the damage. "Five unspoiled barrels. Won't be enough. Losing the wind happens, o' course. We can wait for it to return. But not without water or ale. So, who should we blame?" Claire observes, "The bilge water spoiled the barrels. It's no one's fault." Captain Raines counters, "Said nothing of fault, madam. I asked who we should blame. We've been weeks without wind." Jamie asks, "What's your meaning, sir?" Raines answers, "The men are calling for a Jonah." Claire is shocked, "The men want to throw someone overboard? And you're going to let them." Captain Raines is stuck, "I may not be able to stop them." Claire is agast, "Well, that's insanity." Captain Raines explains, "I've only so much at my disposal to keep order. This is not a Royal Navy vessel, madam. I cannot flog the men if they disregard my authority. They must believe that I am doing all I can on their behalf, or we shall have a mutiny." Jamie states emphatically, "You will not be throwing any of my men overboard Captain." Hogan and Baxley are discussing the crisis they're in. Hogan states, "I saw the frog's lassie touch the horseshoe." Baxley agrees. "As did I. The frog did as well. I saw all those accompanying the supercargo touch it too save one." Hogan says, "Jonah." They're both looking at Lesley and Hayes. Lesley says, "Leave us be." Baxley states, "You need no worry. It's your friend who should be afeared." Leslie continues, "I'm no worried. I'll no fear the likes of you." Lesley faces down both Baxley and Hogan and they leave, but Hogan looks at Hayes and says to him as he's leaving, "You're not long for this world, Jonah." After Baxley and Hogan are gone, Hayes tells Lesley worriedly, "I dinnae think I touched it." Baxley yells, "Jump, you stupid, dog-faced Scot!" Murphy yells, "Over the side with him." Hogan yells, "Rid us of this curse!" Hayes is sitting on the foremast rigging, drinking. "Leave me be, you bastards!" Men are yelling, "Jump! Prepare to meet your maker! Go on! Jump!" Lesley tells Jamie, "He's clear up there, Mac Dubh." Men are encouraging him to jumk but Hayes yells back, "If I'm gonna die, I'll be doing it by my own hand." Leslie tells Jamie, "He's drunk. Crew marked him as the Jonah. They say he didna touch the horseshoe, and he canna remember if he did or no. Mr. Willoughby adds, "They intend to throw him overboard." Lesley continues, "He scurried up there, tried to get away from the mob, but now he's thinking they might be right." Jamie excalims, "Christ. Hayes! Ye haven't cursed us, Hayes." Hayes counters, "Even so, we're gonna run out of water and die!" Jamie reasons, "We won't! - I promise." Jamie starts to climb up to him in the rigging. A sailor yells, "He's killed us all!" Hogan yells, "Leave him be!" As Jamie is climbing, he says, "Have I not always told ye the truth?" A sailor yells, "Over the side with him! Jump, Jonah!" Hayes tells Jamie, "Dinna waste the climb, Mac Dubh!" Sailors yell, "It's you!" "Throw yourself over!" "Or all of us." "Jump!" Claire addresses Captain Raines who's looking on impassionately. "You have to stop this!" He replies, "I don't if it staves off a mutiny." Sailors yell, "Jump!" Baxley yells, "Jump, Jonah!" As Jamie is climbing up to Hayes, he says, "You remember Ardsmuir It was us against them. It is the same now." Baxley yells, "We'll have you bouncing off the decks!" Hogan yells, "Let him jump!" Jamie's almost there, "Dinna listen to them. Listen to me." The sailors continue yelling, "Jump then, jump!" "Throw yourself over!" "Let him go!" Jamie is up on the yardarm stepping gingerly towards Hayes. "Hayes." Sailors keep ranting, "Just let him go!" "Throw him off!" "And the whales are waiting for you, Jonah!" "Jonah!" "Just jump!" But Jamie says to Hayes, "If they wanna throw you overboard, they'll ... They'll have to throw me first. And Lesley. Fergus, even Willoughby." A sailor yells, "Good riddance!" Hayes says, "Get back. I have to do it." He climbs down so he's only standing on a rope. Jamie continues, "Hold on if ye do jump ..." Sailors continue, "Just let go!" "Jump! Jump! Jump!" But Jamie sits down on the yardarm and goes on, "Well, I would have to go in after ye, and ... If ye make me do that, then ye ken, my wife will kill the both of us." Sailors yell, "Hayes, just jump!" "He should join ye!" Jamie assures him, "I'll not let harm befall ye. Come. Ye have my word." Jamie reaches out an arm for him, and Hayes grabs it, then swings down dangling from Jamie's grip. Sailors continue, "There he goes!" "Come on!" "Jump! Aye." Jamie reassures Hayes, "I've got you. Hold on!" Jamie swings Hayes back and forth so he can reach the rigging. Hayes yells, "Mac Dubh!" The sailors continue, "Let him jump!" "Jump!" "To hell with ye!" Both Hayes and Jamie start climbing down the rigging. Jamie says, "Good lad, Hayes. That's it." The sailors haven't given up yet. "Throw yourself over!" "Jonah!" Jamie and Hayes make it back down to the deck, but Mr. Willoughby is observing a bird flying low over the water. He draws some Chinese symbols on the wood with water. Hogan yells, "Give him to the sea!" Baxley yells, "Throw him in!" Claire vehemently shouts, "You will do no such thing!" Murphy yells back, "He's the Jonah. Over the side with him! Jonah." All of the sailors are shouting, "Jonah! Jonah! Jonah! Jonah! Jonah! Jonah!" Knives are starting to be drawn. Then Claire shouts, "There is no Jonah!" Jamie is trying hard to fight them back, yelling "Stand aside! I'll take some of you with me!" The chanting continues, "Jonah! Jonah!" Then Mr. Willoughby rings the ships bell. Someone yells, "Curse you!" "Spare us, Chinaman." Mr. Willoughby grabs everyone's attention. "I was born Yi Tien Cho" A sailor interrupts, "Keep to yourself, Chinaman!" But Mr. Willoughby continues, "In Guangzhou, the City of Rams. I was found early to have skill in composition To make the images of my brush resemble the ideas that dance like cranes within my mind. I became known as the fung-wong, A bird of fire." Baxley asks, "What's he on about?" "My poetry came before the eyes of Wan-Mei, the emperor's second wife. She asked that I join her household in Pekin, the Imperial City. Captain Raines demands, "Mr. Willoughby, stand down." But Jamie counters, "Let the man speak Captain." Willoughby continues, "It was a great honor, My name inscribed in The Book of Merit. But there is a condition, all servants of the royal wives must be eunuchs!" Marsali asks Fergus, "What's a eunuch?" And he answers, "I'll tell you later." "It was most dishonorable to refuse the emperor's gift. It was a death sentence. And yet I had fallen in love. With woman." Claire asks, "The emperor's wife?" "Not a woman. All woman. Their beauty blooming like lotus flowers, the taste of their breasts like apricots, the scent of a navel in the winter, the warmth of a mound that fills your hand like a ripe peach. I fled on the Night of the Lanterns. As the fireworks shot from the palace roof, I left my house and came to a place where the golden words of my poems are taken as the clucking of hens, and my brushstrokes for their scratchings. For the love of Woman, I am come to a place where no woman is worthy of love, to a place where women are coarse and rank as bears, creatures of no grace. And these woman disdain me as a yellow worm, so that even the lowest of whores will not lie with me! By not Surrendering my manhood, I have lost all else. Honor, livelihood, country. Sometimes, I think 'Not worth it.'" He heads towards the rail and tosses some papers overboard, but they are picked up and scattered by WIND! Warren shouts joyfully, "We have wind!" Captain Raines orders, "Man the sheets, lads!" Sailor shout, "Aloft, topmen!" "Lay out and loose the fore tops'l!" "Man halyards and sheets." "Hold the wind! All of the wind!" "Avast those sheets!" "Mr. Warren!" Hayes approaches Mr. Willoughby and says, "Your story, it was, well, I've heard worse." Claire asks him, "How did you know?" "When the seon tin jung fly high, it mean the air light Dry, no rain. When they fly low, it means " Jamie finishes the thought. "The air is heavy. Rain is coming." Claire addresses Mr. Willoughby, "Yi Tien Cho. Thank you." And then the rain starts and everyone is smiling! Sailors are busy and yelling, "Ease away the sheets!" "Roll up halyard!" They are gathing water from the sails and refilling the water barrels! Jamie and Claire make their way below decks, bumping into walls and kissing, then tearing their clothes off. Claire says anxiously, "Hurry up." "Aye." "God, it's so hot in here, I'm melting." "I'm melting wi' ye." They are a little loud in their lovemaking and Claire says, "Shh. Someone is going to hear us." "Oh, let them." A little later they're snuggling among some folded sails. Jamie observes, "I like the gray." "Mm." The way the light hits it. Like a piece of silver moonlight." "Oh, how could I not love a man who says such things? Mm. If you were to say that in the 20th century, you would be the king of all men. Mm. You know, when I thought about coming back here I knew we'd have to get used to each other again." "No matter what troubles happen around us, Sassenach This what it is between us never changes." "It doesn't." Later up on deck, Captain Raines looks through his telescope, Baxley and Warren hearby. They look worried. Jamie asks, "Captain. What is it?" Raines answers, "British man-o-war. Been on our stern for more than five hours. An' closing." A shot hits the water near the ship. Alarmed, Jamie states, "They're firing at us." But Raines corrects him. "No, signaling. They want us to heave to. They mean to board us. Damn. You can see from her rigging they're shorthanded. They may need men. Return the salute and heave to." Sailors reply, "Aye, Captain. Return the salute. Heave tip to windward!" Claire asks, "What does he mean, 'need men'?" Jamie answers, "By law, they can press any British subjects - into service." A cannonball fires. Claire observes, "That's over half the crew Including you." "Aye. If they do take me, you must continue on to Jamaica and find Young Ian." "Right. You have my word." A little later a young man climbs aboard the Artemis and introduces himself. "I am Captain Thomas Leonard (Charlie Hiett) of His Majesty's ship, the Porpoise." Surprised, Captain Raines asks, "You're the captain?" Captain Leonard corrects, "Acting captain. Formerly third lieutenant. Uh, for the love of God, have you a surgeon on board? We suffered an outbreak of infectious plague, Ship's Fever." Claire answers, "I'm the Artemis' surgeon. And it's imperative you do not touch anyone while on board. You should not have come here." Leonard replies, "I had no choice, madam. The captain and the two senior lieutenants died, as well as the surgeon and the surgeon's mate. Of our 400-man crew, 100 have fallen ill and 80 have departed this earth." Claire asks, "Are you experiencing any symptoms yourself?" Leonard answers, "Thankfully, no." Jamie asks Leonard, "Are you here to press men, sir?" "The last thing I need is more mouths to feed. But, if you can provide any medical assistance" Claire answers, "Yes. What symptoms are the men experiencing?" Leonard replies, "It starts with griping pains in the belly A terrible vomiting. The afflicted complain of fever." Claire continues, "Do they also have a rash on their stomachs?" Leonard affirms, "Yes. And most of them have the blazing shits. I beg your pardon, madam." Claire muses, "I know what it might be. But I'll need to examine them first, to be certain." Leonard asks, "Might you come over then?" And Claire answers immediately, "Yes, of course." But at the same time Jamie says, "No." He pulls Claire aside saying, "Excuse us, gentlemen." In another room he asks her, "Are ye mad? Ye can't set foot on a ship with the plague." Claire clarifies, "It's typhoid fever." "You mean typhus?" "No well, not what you mean by it, anyway. It's something you don't know about yet. They won't know how to stop it, but I can show them what to do. I can't catch it. I've been inoculated. Jamie, I have an obligation to help. I swore an oath when I became a doctor." Jamie understands oaths. "I've taken an oath now and then, myself. And none of them lightly. There's no talking you out of this, is there, Sassenach?" "It seems you are both older and wiser." "Hm. Well I won't take my eyes off that ship until you return." Jamie watches from the rail of the Artemis as the longboat takes Claire and Captain Leonard and his men back to the Porpoise. Claire and Captain Leonard board the Porpoise and he escorts her to the gun deck where he steps aside saying, "The sick are down below," as Claire descends the stairs with Seaman Jones (Gustav Gerdener). Men are coughing, moaning, groaning and retching, mice are scurrying about, and the stench would have been unbearable. Claire took off her neck cloth to hold over her nose. Jones hands her a lantern, saying "Ma'am". They walk around looking at sick men in their hammocks and Claire directs Jones, "Will you light over there?" She asks a sick man, "May I look at your stomach?" The sailor answers, "Yes, ma'am." She examines the rash on his belly, then says "Thank you." Later in Captain Leonard's cabin she tells him, "It's called typhoid." He informs her, "Our surgeon said it was ship's fever." Claire continues, "Well, it's similar, but how you contain it is different." "And you know how to do that? How to contain it?" "Yes. The sick men need to be washed and laid somewhere they can breathe fresh air. And they'll need a liquid diet. Lots of boiled water. And you'll need to reach land as quickly as possible. You're likely to run out of drinking water. Most of the sick will die. A lucky few won't. The hope is that you contain the spread. Need to prepare yourself. It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better. If you want, I'd be willing to stay for a short while. To help you organize yourselves." "I shall be eternally grateful for any assistance you can render us." "I'll need a a dozen of your healthiest crewmen." Captain Leonard calls his assistant, Elias Pound (Albie Marber). "Mr. Pound! You can start with Mr. Pound." "Hello. I'm Claire Fraser." Captain Leonard addresses Mr. Pound, "Ah, Mistress Fraser is a surgeon. She's acting under my personal authority. See she gets whatever she needs." Elias Pound replies, "Yes, sir." Claire continues, "The main deck will need to be cleared so we can bring the sick men above. Can you see to it?" Elias confirms, "Of course, madam." Claire adds, "I will work fast. Captain Raines will be anxious to get on his way, as will my husband." Captain Leonard states, "I shall alert them you will be a little while longer. Claire asks, "Which way to the galley?" Leonard replies, "Uh, Mr. Brisker will escort you." In the ship's galley, Claire addresses the cook, Bernard Cosworth (Lawrence Joffe). "I'll need boiled water, and lots of it." Cosworth replies testily, "I'm in the middle of preparing the captain's meal." Claire affirms, "This is on the captain's orders." Pots and pans are clanking and men are shouting. The ship is lurching. Claire asks, "Why are we moving?" She heads up on deck where sailors are busy shouting, "Lay aloft and set the fall across!" "Haul in the special halyard." "Let go clew garnets!" Claire asks Leonard, "What are you doing?" He replies, "I am in urgent need of your services." Claire orders, "Well, turn back at once!" Leonard replies, "You said yourself, we must make haste." Claire exclaims forcefully, "Well, you can't just kidnap me like this!" Leonard explains, "Truth is, I am desperate. You may be our only chance. I must take it. Both our ships are sailing to Jamaica. I've had a message conveyed to Captain Raines and promised him that His Majesty's navy will provide accommodation for you until you are able to rejoin the Artemis." Addressing his crew, "Let fall! Get the tack on board. Haul out the sheet." Sailors reply, "Aye, sir!" Mr. Pound addresses Claire, "Madam. We're ready to move the men." Claire gazes out to see watching the Artemis get smaller and smaller. S03-E10: Heaven & Earth — Directed by David Moore; Written by Luke Schelhaas Jamie (Sam Heughan) asks, "What dealings have you with the cook?" Fergus (Céesar Domboy) replies, "Rose hips, cloves, lavender and orange peel. It's a potpourri for Marsali. May surprise you, Milord, but our cabin is beginning to smell like the ship's bilge. I thought it might impress her." Jamie counters, "Why do I get the feeling it's me you're trying to impress?" Fergus questions, "Milord?" (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Second Mate Baxley (Russell Crous) notices the ship Claire is on is moving. "Oy! What..." Jamie sees it too. "The Porpoise, she's moving away." Baxley agrees. "Aye. They have hell's own journey ahead of 'em." Jamie is frantic! "They have my wife. Do we not follow? Topmen! Away aloft! Make sail!" Captain Raines (Richard Dillane) asserts his authority. "Belay that order!" Jamie says, "They've taken Claire." Captain Raines orders, "Set main sail only. Helm a-lee - and aim sou'-sou'west." Baxley replies, "Aye, Captain. Sou'-sou'west." Jamie argues, "That's not enough sail." Raines calmly reasons, "It's all the sail we can safely carry in this wind." Jamie is furious! "They're getting away, damn you!" Raines explains, "The Porpoise is carrying 100 sick, and more dying every day. Captain Leonard requires a surgeon for the duration and is making headway at full sail to ensure the shortest possible journey. He has promised to deliver her safely to us in Jamaica." Jamie is astounded, "And you agreed to this?" Raines continues, "He conveyed a message to me. When the captain of a seventy-four asks you for a surgeon, you give him a surgeon. I have more than your wife to think about, Mr. Fraser." Jamie is despirate, "My wife My wife!" His men draw arms. Raines orders Jamie, "Tell your men to scabbard their blades." Defeated Jamie complies, "Do as he says, lads. Just keep me in sight of her, man." Raines is firm. "We'll sail at our own pace, Mr. Fraser, and no faster than is safe. Mr. Warren, restrain Mr. Fraser and take him below." On the Porpoise, Claire (Caitriona Balfe) takes charge of the situation. "I need more room to house the infected men. Once this deck is clean, the sick can convalesce here." Seaman Jones (Gustav Gerdener) asks, "Where will the rest of us sleep, then?" Claire shrugs in response, "Everywhere else. We need to make use of every inch of space so that no man sleeps touching another one Sick or well. Every surface must be cleaned. Typhoid fever is spread by hands or or food contaminated by infected urine or feces." Jones concludes, "Then we'll all die, if you hadn't noticed. There's shite everywhere." Claire explains, "Thankfully, Mr. Jones, most of this is vomit. Now let's get to work." Jones balks. "Lady doctor giving me orders." Elias Pound (Albie Marber) asks, "What was that?" Jones backs down, "Nothing, sir." Pound sets him straight, "It's Captain's orders, Jones. You're to do as the doctor says and pay her every respect." Jones concedes, "Yes, sir." Claire continues with her instructions. "We need to get more air down here. It's foul. Thank you, Mr. Sullivan. You mustn't let any man pass in or out without first dipping his hands." Pound questions that, "Why do we dip our hands in grog?" Claire explains, "Because we don't have any pure alcohol. What did you just do?" noticing him putting his fingers in his mouth. Pound replies, "Just a taste of grog, madam. I couldn't see it going to waste." Claire explains, "The alcohol kills contaminants that spread the fever, Mr. Pound. By dipping your hands in the grog, you clean them. But by putting them in your mouth, you've fouled them again. Look, if you had the disease, you could easily spread it to another man by touching his food or or simply touching his hand. Look, please, dip them again." Claire in a voiceover expounds, "I had been on the Porpoise for less than a day. Surely no more than 50 miles separated me from Jamie. And yet, it felt nearly as far as the 200 years. Still, I was glad he was not here, knowing he would not have been safe from the typhoid raging through the ship." Pound presents to Claire a hat. "I've managed to secure you a hat, madam. The sun can be very unforgiving." "Thank you." Pound offers another idea. "Would it be helpful, madam, if we had someone as knew how to distill pure alcohol from rum?" Claire is impressed, "You catch on very quickly, Mr. Pound." Pound explains, "We have two men pressed into service out of the Old Tolbooth in Edinburgh Jailed for distilling illicit whisky. Shall I put them to work in building a still?" Claire agrees, "Well, I think you shall. Though it won't be a popular decision. I'll speak with the purser about putting the men on half rations of grog." Mr. Overholt (Matt Newman) states, "The men won't like it." Claire asks, "Well, would they prefer to die? That pomander of herbs won't stave off the fever, Mr. Overholt. But the alcohol just might." Overholt questions, "And what's to keep these two slags from drinking their production? " Claire suggests, "We can set a private of marines to guard them." Pound asserts his authority, "It's the Captain's orders. The doctor must get whatever she wants." Overholt isn't happy with this plan. "But I suppose, as we're only 250 leagues from Jamaica now, it can be done. How many casks will you require?" Claire replies, "How many men would you like me to save? Now, about the food..." Claire offers nourishment to an ailing sailor. "Should be able to keep this down. It's a pap of scalded goat's milk and pounded biscuit. Feel better, Mr. Owens. You can touch the sick if necessary, Mr. Pound. But when you're down here, you must never touch your face or your hair, even your clothes, not until you've washed your hands again." Pound agrees. "Yes, madam." Claire asks, "How old are you, Mr. Pound?" "14, madam." Claire continues, "What's your first name, if I may ask?" "Elias." Claire asks, "May I call you that?" Pound explains, "The Captain mightn't like it. 'Tisn't said in the navy, you know?" "Well, I shall be very navy in public. But if we're going to work together, then it's easier for me to call you by your name. How long have you been at sea, Elias?" Pound replies, "Uh, since I was seven, madam. My uncle's a commander on Triton, which allowed me a berth in her. I joined the Porpoise just for this voyage alone." Claire affirms, "You are a very impressive young man." Looking at a dead sailor, Elias Pound explains, "That's Jim Quigley, madam. He's a friend. We're from the same town. Seaman Jones adds, "Three more have come down with it, madam." Claire deals with the situation. "Can you put them over there? And if you can stay and help..." Jones agrees, "Yes, madam." Claire orders, "Give these men some water." Captain Thomas Leonard (Charlie Hiett) responds to Claire, "The surgeon's journal? Yes. Had it transferred when he died. It's just here. Claire states, "I need to know the first reported case of the disease." Captain Leonard looks through his records, "It would've been four weeks ago. Here, Ben Cole. Cole. Claire reads, "'Reported sick this morning. Headache, bellyache, dry cough, persistent fever.' Steven Cory, same. Two the next day MacMorrow, Enthwhistle, same symptoms, same" Claire asks, "This notation beside the names, - C-A-R-P, that's? Captain Leonard clarifies, "Carpenter's crew." Claire asks, "Did they mess in the same room? Captain, as I've explained, the disease is passed by hands and food. Where did they mess?" Captain Leonard answers her. "The carpenter's store on the orlop." Claire states, "Well, I need to speak to the surviving men who messed there." Captain Leonard agrees. "Aye. Their names will be here." Claire asks, "And what is this? DD?" Captain Leonard explains the notation, "Discharged dead, madam." Claire asks, "All of them?" Captain Leonard replies, "Yes. All but one. Joe Howard. Claire asks, "Well, he's he's sick now?" Captain Leonard answers, "No, he was never ill. He was reassigned, on account of the deaths. He works in the galley now with Mr. Cosworth, our cook. Joe Howard (Nathan Lynn) asserts, "I'm fine and dandy." Bernard Cosworth (Lawrence Joffe), the cook, states, "As you can plainly see, Howard has not been taken ill. How can he be the source of the disease?" Claire explains, "A man can still have the disease without showing any signs and still pass it to other men." Cosworth doesn't buy it. "She's speaking gibberish. She already has me dedicating all my pots to boiling water. We're on half rations of grog because we have to wash our hands in alcohol. And for what? Men are still dying." Claire continues, "Well, they're dying because the source of the disease is serving the food." Cosworth still resists, "Captain, I'll not give up my one remaining galley hand on account of a cursed woman's foolish notion." Claire states, "It's not foolish." Cosworth tries to convince the captain, "Captain, really? A man is either sick or well, as anyone can see." Captain Leonard backs Claire. "Just because it's beyond our comprehension, Cosworth, doesn't make it less voracious. We must believe her. Master-at-arms? Take this man into custody." Joe Howard is surprised. "What have I done?" Captain Leonard explains to him, "It's not to punish you, Howard, only to keep the men safe." Then he addresses Claire, "You'd better be right about this, Mistress Fraser." Hogan (Nic Rasenti) takes Fergus to visit Jamie in the brig and tells Fergus, "Five minutes." Jamie is vomiting. Fergus asks, "How are you, Milord? It's very close in there, no?" Jamie groans and explains, "I'm well acquainted with the inside of a cell, Fergus. Though not a floating one." Fergus tries to reassure him. "Milady will be safe, Milord. I'm sure of it. You told me it's impossible for her to get the disease, no?" Jamie explains why he is so worried for her. "There's more than disease aboard that ship, lad. There are 300 men. I lost her once, Fergus. Canna lose her again. Get me the keys." Fergus is surprised by that. "The keys, Milord?" Jamie continues, "Have you forgotten you're a pickpocket? Get the keys from Raines, set me free. We'll take the ship. Make all sail. Fergus is shocked and alarmed. "Mutiny? It can't work, Milord. The crew they're not yours. They will not follow you." Jamie disagrees. He's despirate. "Some will. Dumez and Girard have long been in Jared's service. We'll have Willoughby, and Lesley, Hayes." Fergus tries to reason with him. "Seven against 20 We'll lose." Jamie counters, "Convince more. Manzetti will come our way. Others, too." Fergus continues to try to dissuade him. "But the Porpoise is a day ahead of us. We cannot catch them." Jamie persists. "Then we'll abandon Jared's wine. An empty ship runs faster. We'll catch the Porpoise" Fergus asks, "And then what?" Jamie answers, "I dinna ken yet. I'll get to that matter when we catch them." Fergus understands but can't agree. "No. I love her, too, Milord, but ..." Jamie is distraught. "What good are you, you damn fool? I see I was right to withhold my blessing from you. Proves ye dinna ken what love is." Fergus is crushed. "You do not mean that, Milord. How could you say that?" Jamie explains. "Because if ye did, ye would move Heaven and Earth. You would risk arrest and death. Even hell. You would do it as easily as prick of a pin. Ye'd set me free from this cell to help me rescue the woman I love from her kidnappers. Until ye risk all, ye canna speak of love. Get me those keys. Help me break free, and I will give you my blessing to marry Marsali." The Sailmaker (Godfrey Johnson) explains to Claire as he's stitching up the shroud covering the dead preparing them for burial at sea. "The last stitch must go through his nose, madam, to be sure he's dead. 'Tis always done by a friend." The Sailmaker addresses the crew, "Ship's company, off hats." Captain Leonard leads the service, "In the midst of life, we are in death. Of whom may we seek for succor, but of thee, O Lord, whom for our sins art justly displeased? Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts. Shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer, but spare us, Lord, most holy, O God most mighty. Suffer us not, at our last hour, for any pains of death, to fall from thee. Therefore, in the sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life, we commend to Almighty God our shipmates, and we commit their bodies to the deep." The Sailmaker, "Present arms! Ready." Captain Leonard continues, "Fire! Our Father, which art in Heaven, The men all join the prayer, "Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. They will be done. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever. Amen." Bernard Cosworth states, "Eleven dead. That's more than yesterday. More than the day before that. What are you doing about it? Boiling water and washing hands. There'd better be fewer in the days to come is what I say Doctor. Elias Pound takes over. "As you were, Mr. Cosworth. The cook's always been a disagreeable man. Is there a secret to it? Claire asks, "Secret?" Elias continues his question. "Remaining so calm in the face of so much death." Claire gets what he's asking, "There is, actually. In fact, there's a word for it 'compartmentalizing.' It means separating certain areas of your life so So you can do your work. If you let yourself be affected by every death, you'd never save a life. Then again, Jim Quigley was not my friend." Elias replies. "I think I see." Claire informs him gently, "This won't be the last burial at sea for the Porpoise, Elias. But with any luck, we'll get through it." Elias gives his take, "Begging your pardon, madam, but after three days of watching you at your work, I do not think much of it will come down to luck. But if it is to be luck, then you should have this. My own mother gave it to me as a boy before I left on Triton. 'Luck and health,' she said. Well, that is what we need." "Thank you, Elias. When was the last time you saw your mother?" "Oh, she's dead, madam. May God rest her spirit." Seaman Jones interrupts. "Begging your pardon, madam. Another man's been taken ill. It's Mistress Johansen's husband." Claire asks, "Mistress Johansen?" Elias answers, "The lady that tends to the goats and provides milk for the men." Claire orders, "Right. Take me to him." Goats are bleating. Annekje Johansen (Chanelle de Jager) states distraughtly, "No breathing." Claire listens to his chest. "Yeah, he is. It's just very slow. He's as cold as ice. It's not fever. When did the symptom - Of all the stupid, foolish..." Elias asks, "Madam?" Claire responds, "Half the men on this fucking ship are dying of typhoid, and this bloody fool has almost drank himself to death on the alcohol I need to stop the goddamn fever from spreading. I'm sorry, Mr. Pound. Didn't mean to offend your tender ears." Elias reassures her. "Oh, I've heard many such things before, madam, but not from a gentlewoman." Claire corrects him. "I'm not a gentlewoman, Mr. Pound." Addressing the man's wife, she continues, "Mistress Johansen, do you speak English?" Annekje answers in her heavy accent, "Little." Claire gives her diagnosis: "Your husband has alcohol poisoning. He will be fine." Annekje asks, "He will wake up, yes?" Claire nods her head in the affirmative. "Ah." Claire orders, "Mr. Pound, stay with Corporal Johansen. Keep him on his side. Make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit." "Yes, madam." Claire continues, "Mistress Johansen" "Annekje. My name." "Annekje thank you for all the work you're doing with the goat's milk. It's keeping the men alive." "I keep do?" "Yes. Please. Keep do." Seaman Jones explains, "Godsokers, Mistress Fraser. Seamen will drink almost anything Spoiled plum brandy, peaches mashed in an empty boot left to ferment. Well, I've even known a seaman, slept with his head in an empty rum..." Claire sees a flag and remembers Jared Fraser saying, "The harbormaster had record of only one three-masted frigate sailing under a Portuguese flag The Bruja." She asks, "Mr. Jones? Is that a Portuguese flag?" "Aye." "Where did that come from?" "Well, two weeks ago, we boarded a Portuguese frigate in search of a surgeon." Claire probes, "What was the name of the ship? Was it the Bruja?" "I wouldn't know. Uh, Captain would remember, though, I wager." Claire goes in search of answers about the flag, and knocks on Captain Leonard's door... "Captain Leonard? Captain?" Nobody is there so she roots through his logs and reads, "Portuguese frigate The Cacador. Damn it. Jamie." She reads, "Harry Tompkins, able seaman, tells me Alexander Malcolm, wanted seditioner, was seen on board the Artemis. I've deduced that he means the man I met, Jamie Fraser, obviously going by an alias." The door opens with Cosworth saying, "Captain Leonard". Ne notices Claire. Claire tries to cover her snooping. "Mr. Cosworth, I was looking for the captain." Cosworth surmises, "And not finding him, entered notwithstanding." Claire confesses, "Yes. Pardon me." He accuses, "You trespass, madam." She counters, "By all appearances, so do you." He explains, "No. I've come to fetch Captain Leonard's pipe at his request." Claire says, "Well, then he'll be expecting you." Cosworth is blunt. "I don't like you, madam." The feeling is mutual. "And I don't trust you either." Cosworth presses his advantage, "I have the captain's best interests. And I'll know why you're here." So Claire presses hers as well, "Well, you may have his interest, but I have his trust. And what do you think will happen if I tell him you tried to violate me on his dining table?" He's agast! "I did no such thing." "And who do you think he'll believe? Oh, he'll have you arrested so quick, your head'll spin. Now get out of my way or I will scream." Claire states in voiceover: "The cook and his suspicions were the least of my worries. Someone on this ship had recognized Jamie. I had to find this Harry Tompkins." Meanwhile on the Artemis Marsali (Lauren Lyle) and Fergus are talking... Marsali asks Fergus, "He'll allow us to marry?" "If I break him loose and help him take the ship, then, yes." Marsali is practical. "And if ye fail?" Fergus is honest about their chances. "Then I will join Milord in chains. It's a risk, mon coeur. But one I'm willing to take to be with you." "Ye risk not being wi' me at all. I'll be left alone on this vessel, wi' no one to protect me." She starts kissing him and even though he's surprised, he's game. But then he stops her. "No, no. No, I'm sorry. We ca we can't." Marsali isn't ready to give up. "Daddy's locked up belowdecks, and that woman of his is on some other ship. No one is keeping an eye on us, if ye hadn't noticed. And with you about to risk yer life, now may be our only chance." Fergus tries to reason with her. "Mm. We must wait until we're married. I've promised Milord. There's true hope for us now." Marsali accepts defeat. "Ye're just like him, you know? Stubborn. Once ye give yer word, ye'll never break it." Elias informs Claire, "Mistress Johansen's husband is improving." "Good. Have you slept yet? You know, you can sit down. It is all right. Elias do you know a sailor on board named Harry Tompkins?" "No. But then I wouldn't know every name. We were 400 strong when we began." "I see. Thank you." Elias tells her, "Four new cases today. I should've thought finding a carrier would've ended it." Claire explains. "Well, there is the incubation period to consider Madam? The reason I asked about Tompkins he may be a second carrier." Elias asks, "Should I inform the captain?" "No. I don't want to stir up trouble like we had with Howard in the galley. But if you could get word out to the crew that I need to see this Tompkins right away. Just don't tell them what for just yet." "Of course." Thank you. And then get some sleep. Claire overhears men talking with Captain Raines... "I don't trust him, Captain, even locked up. Don't forget, his men were the cause - of all that bad luck we had." "That's the truth." Second Mate Baxley asks, "Where is he now?" Someone replies, "In the galley store." Baxley asks, "Will you set him free?" Captain Raines replies, "I will not." Manzetti (Cameron Robertson) chuckles and observes "The supercargo is cargo himself now." They laugh. Someone states, "He's lucky we didn't toss him overboard." Hogan notes, "The Frenchie still wanders free." Manzettie says, "Who? The cripple? He's no trouble. No trouble, no." Someone else crudely states, "I wouldn't mind a taste of his wee lassie." And another man says, "And I bet she's no virgin." Someone else boasts, "Not by the time I'm done with her." They all laugh. Then Hogan states, "Lassies is bad luck on ships." Captain Raines cuts them off. "That's enough of that. Back to work." Men are clamoring, and someone says, "Please, McGregor, I've told you told you! - Get him in! - Ah!" More struggles, then they present someone to Claire, "Down there." Seaman Jones says, "Your Harry Tompkins, madam." Elias Pound explains to her, "I ordered them not to beat him, Mistress Fraser, but he tried to hide." Tompkins (Ian Reddington) states, "As I've naught to do with this bloody fever." Claire takes over. "Thank you, gentlemen. You can go. You too, Pound. You're asleep on your feet. Go get some rest." They exit and the door closes. They Claire addresses Tompkins. "Right, Mr. Tompkins." He chimes in. "I know who you are, Mistress. I saw Mr. Malcolm from the boat when I rowed the captain over. You're his wife." "Yes. I am. Now you're going to tell me exactly what you know about my husband." "Or what? You'll cut off me arm? Go on, then. In fact, kill me. I'll thank you for it. After the month I've had, I'll be more than glad to see the inside of a casket. Three months ago, I had both feet on land, working for His Majesty's Excise for Sir Percival Turner. I followed a lad to Mr. Malcolm's print shop, and I uncover a treasonous plot, don't I? Only the little shite throws hot lead in me face, and I'm nearly burned alive. I make it out of there scarred for life. And I inform Sir Percival o' the matter. I reckon I'm fit to be promoted. Instead, I'm pressed into service on a ship full o' disease. So go ahead, yeah? Here's me neck. Put me out of me misery!" Claire counters, "Well, maybe I will. My husband can't get arrested on the captain's words alone nor Sir Percival's." "Oh. They have your husband now, madam, and warrants for his arrest for murder and high treason." Claire is surprised. "Murder?" Tompkins continues, "Guess what we found the day before the press gang got me? In a cask of creme de menthe it were." "My husband did not kill that man." "The warrants say otherwise. I've told the captain. He'll write a report as soon as we land in Jamaica." Claire says confidently, "Well, I'll talk him out of it." Tompkins shoots that down. "Captain Leonard's an ambitious man. He wants the admiral to give him command of his own ship, you see. Little chance, o' course. But if he brings in a wanted seditioner, mm, it just might. I'll wager he'll not be talked out of that. The authorities'll be waitin' for your husband when he comes to fetch you in Kingston. And then he'll be hanged. They throw Tompkins into a cell near Joe Howard. Tompkins grunts, "Ahh!" Claire says to everyone in the room, "He's the second source of the fever." Then quietly warns Tompkins, "Ah! You know, I wouldn't get too close to Howard if I were you, not unless you want to catch the disease. He actually is the source." (TENSE STRING MUSIC) (GOATS BLEATING, CHICKENS CLUCKING) Down in the hold with the goats, Claire addresses Annekje, "I hear your husband is doing much better." "Ja. Thank you. Cheese. Goat." "Thank you. Smells delicious." Annekje asks, "Oh. Oh, what sad you?" Claire answers. "No, I'm I'm all right. It's just It's my husband. I'm afraid he's going to be in trouble when he arrives in Jamaica, and I've no way to warn him. In fact, I think they're going to try and use me as bait. I don't know what to do." Annekje chuckles and offers, "Oh, I help." "That's very kind, but I'm not sure how you could." "My goats needs grass." "Not sure I know what you mean." "My goats needs grass, so..." She laughs. Claire is starting to catch her drift. Well, thank you." Fergus visits Jamie again in the hold. "Fergus. Ah, did you bring the keys?" "I do not have them." "You could not get them." "I didn't try." Jamie is astounded. "What in the name of Holy God do you mean?" Fergus tries to explain. "You haven't been on deck, Milord. You haven't seen the looks or heard the talk of the men. If I free you and we don't succeed they'll throw us both into the sea." Jamie's stubborn if nothing else. "We will succeed." But so is Fergus. "We will not. They will kill us, and Marsali will be alone. I will not leave her alone. And I won't send you to your death. I know you won't give us your blessing now, but You asked me if I would move Heaven and Earth for the woman I love, and I will even if it means I cannot marry her. I do this for you as well, Milord." "Fergus. Fergus." Fergus states sadly, "Perhaps I love too much." "Fergus! Fergus!" Seaman Jones observes, "Pleasant sound, isn't it?" "Aye. No moans nor groans for three days now. No one begging Christ's mercy for a quick death, just sleeping men. We're over the worst of it now. The crew are singing on deck. "Of all the girls in the town The red, the black, the fair, the brown That dance and prance it up and down There's none like Nancy Dawson Her easy mien, her shape so neat She foots, she trips, she looks so sweet Her every motion's so complete I die for Nancy Dawson Look how she comes to give surprise With joy and pleasure in her eyes To give delight, she always tries So means my Nancy Dawson For there no task to obstruct the way No shutter old, no house so gay..." The singing fades. Claire sees Elias laying down, obviously very sick. "Elias?" Elias is dazed. "Mother?" Claire tries to comfort him. "Yes, Elias. It's Mother. It's time for you to come home now. Shh. Your mother would be so proud." The Sailmaker is stitching up Elias Pound's shroud preparing him for burial at sea. He states what she already knows, "It should be done by a friend." Claire is sad, talking to Captain Leonard. "I missed the signs. I Thought he was simply tired." "Your efforts have been heroic. There has been only one death today, sad as it may be and not one new case. We had three of each yesterday. More the day before." Claire is dejected. "Doesn't matter. Purser tells me we're almost out of drinking water. The sick simply can't survive without constant liquids Saying nothing of the healthy." "You will do your best. And so shall I. And together, we'll reach Jamaica safely. I'm sorry for your loss, Mistress Fraser. And I am grateful." Seaman Jones joines them. "Mistress Fraser? - Mistress Fraser." Claire asks, "What is it?" He replies, "They've caught a whiff. Land. You can always smell it before you see it." Claire asks, "Jamaica?" "No, madam. But we'll reach the Grand Turk in the forenoon tomorrow. We'll have water for the men." Annekje adds with meaning, "And grass for mine goats." Claire states in voiceover, "I realized in that moment what Annekje had meant. Seaman Jones says, "Come on." Claire continues in voiceover, "She could indeed help me escape and find Jamie. And now I understood how. We were under quarantine and would therefore anchor on the unpopulated side of Grand Turk Island. Annekje had a plan. Her goats needed grass. As their milk was the only food keeping the men alive, she would be let off to feed them, along with the watering party. And I would go with her." Men were saying, "Stay close. Captain's orders. Captain's orders to stay by the beach!" Annekje usrged Claire, "Go, now. Warn husband. I take care of men. I feed sick. Hmm?" "Okay. Thank you, my friend." Claire takes off but soon encounters the Captain and his soldiers cutting off her escape... "Captain Leonard." "Mistress Fraser. The goats are supping well, I trust." "Yes, of course. What are you..." "Making rounds. I had thought that some of the men might find their proximity to a brothel too appealing to resist. I had not thought that you, our doctor, would disobey my orders to not wander." "No, I-I was looking for herbs." "In the direction of the port?" "Am I?" "This landfall is as much your victory as mine, madam. And I do not lie when I insist I'm in your debt. But I cannot let you warn your husband. I know what you saw in my logbook. I do not relish the task, but I am duty bound to report your husband's crimes to the authorities in Jamaica." "And to use me as bait." "It would be breaking the law if I did not do it. Perhaps more importantly, I would break a solemn oath." "Just please, can't you look the other way?" "Marines, kindly escort the doctor to the ship. She seems to have lost her way." Captain Raines tells Jamie, "I expect to be in sight of land by dawn." "What's that to do with me?" "Passage between the islands is hazardous all year through, but much more so in winter. I need all good and able men if I'm to navigate the shoals." "So I'm good and able now, am I?" Noticing Marsali, Jamie asks, "What's she doing here?" "She's persuaded me you'll not rebel." Marsali says, "Aye. Ask him to give you his word. Once he gives it, he'll never break it." "What you doing, lass?" "Just give him your word, and he'll set you free." Marsali scoffs, "You canna see what he's done for you, can ye?" Jamie asks, "Raines?" She replies, "No, Fergus." Jamie states, "What Fergus did, he did for you." Marsali counters with, "If you believe that, you dinna deserve to be let out of here." Captain Raines is anxious but says, "You may have a moment. But as I said, I need all hands." Outside you can hear in the distance Manzetti saying, "By the mark. Seven fathoms. Steady now." Jamie tells Fergus, "You have my blessing. You can be married in Jamaica. By a priest. You'll need to prove yourself to her as much as to me. And then Fergus says, "First, let us get to Jamaica." Jamie says to them, "Thank you, mon fils." Captain Raines is really impatient now, "Fraser!" In the distance Manzetti says, "By the deep. Six and a half fathoms." Claire and Annekje are on the deck of the Porpoise. Annekje tells Claire urgently, "Go! Now!" "What?" Annekje points to the shore, "Co-Burn. You jump." "Jump? I can't jump in the ocean in the middle of the night. I'll drown." "No, no, no. Not not drown. Not drown. I know water. Water, it'll move you." Claire's not convinced, "Huh?" Annekje is insistent. "Take you Co-Burn. Take you Co-Burn. The ship's not far, come. Go now. Go." Annekje presents her with something floaty. "A raft? - I'm sorry. That's crazy. I-I can't." In the distance you hear, "Eight bells, and all's well." Annekje states, "I hear things. Your husband will hang. Now's only chance. Please!" Someone in the distance says, " Get yourself organized, Jack. You'll get a hot meal inside." Annekje gives Claire a pouch. "Money. You pay, uh, ship." Claire makes up her mind. "Okay, okay." She takes off her skirt and shoes and ties things up into a ball. Annekje encourages her, "Off." Claire climbs up on the rail, sighs, looks down at the water below, then swears under her breath, "Oh. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ." S03-E11: Uncharted — Directed by Charlotte Brandstorm; Written by Karen Campbell and Shannon Goss 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. S03-E12: The Bakra — Directed by Charlotte Brandstorm; Written by Luke Schelhaas ------------------ Jamie (Sam Heughan) and Claire (Caitriona Balfe) are on the beach in Scotland watching Ian being kidnapped by sailors. Jamie is running out to the water, yelling, "Christ Ian! Ian!" Claire tries to stop him. "Jamie, no!" On the ship, Ian is struggling with his kidnappers. "You canna take me away from my home!" Erasmo (Laudo Liebenberg) warns, "Remain still, - or I'll slit your throat." Ian asks, "What do you want with me?" Erasmo points to the box that they took from Ian and asks, "Is that what the Bakra seeks?" Diogo (Adrian Collins) answers, "Seems to be. Who is the boy?" "He was holding the box." Erasmo asks, "What should we do with him?" Diego replies, "Feed him to the pigs, fatten them for the journey?" Ian pleads, "Please, let me go! You have the box." Diago says, "Keep him. The Bakra likes young boys." Ian fights back, biting Erasmo's hand. "You bastard! I'll gut you!" A sailor says, "Be still, boy. You have a lengthy journey ahead." The ship sails away with Ian. Later, we see it sail into port in Jamaica. A big black man named Hercules opens the door of a dark room and Diego pushes young Ian inside, knocking him down to the floor. Ian grunts. "Ugh!" Diego tells Hercules, "Let the Bakra know I've arrived. She'll be well pleased." Henry (Joel Rosenblatt)." Ian replies, "Ian. Where are we?" "Jamaica, I think. That's where Robbie was from, and he'd not been on a ship, he said. They took me in Barbuda. That's not Robbie. That's Abeeku (Victor Kalamby). Robbie's gone." "Does he know where we are?" "Abeeku? He doesn't speak English. He was here when I arrived. There were six of us then. Where'd those Portuguese bastards get you?" "Scotland. It's far from here. What do you mean there were six of you?" "Abeeku and Robbie and three others were here when I arrived. One by one, they were taken to see the Bakra. They never came back." "What's a Bakra?" Hercules (Apolinalho Antonio) takes Ian to a fancy house where he's ordered, "Sit. I am told you are Scottish." A naked woman rises up out of a pool of blood. It's Geillis Duncan! She says, "So am I." Ian asks, "Are you the Bakra?" "I am. But you can call me Geillis (Lotte Verbeek). Don't worry. It's only goat's blood. The protein and iron keeps ma skin young. Whoo. You must be starvin'. Plum cake and pudding." "What do you do with the boys from the pit?" "Eat first. Then I'll answer questions." "After you." He's obviously hungry, and can't help but dig into the food. "Mmm" She pours him some tea, and he drinks some but makes a face. "Hmm Here. 'Tis better with sugar." "My men tell me you were on Silkie Island and were holding my treasure box when they found you. It's only that box once contained three sapphires. And now there are only two. My men don't have it. They would never betray me. Did you take it?" "I didn't have time to open the box before yer ruffians grabbed me." He was speaking with food in his mouth. Geillis made a face and poured more 'tea' into his cup. "The cake is too dry." He took another long drink. Then she said forcefully, "Did you take my jewel, lad?" "I told you already. No!" "What is it? What are ye thinking?" "That maybe ma uncle took the jewel." He was shocked that it came out and clamped his hand over his mouth. "Why d'ye think that?" "Because he's the only one that kent where the treasure was." "You didn't mean to share that with me, did you? 'Tis the tea you're drinking. It forces ye to speak the truth no matter what. A witch doctor makes it fer me.So who's yer uncle?" "James Fraser of Broch Tuarach." "Is he really? What does he want with my treasure?" "He needed it to pay a debt." "My sailors tell me someone was shoutin' fer you from the hill when they took ye. Would that have been yer uncle Jamie Fraser, by chance?" "Aye. And he'll be comin' for me." She's getting all seductive, especially with her foot. "Oh, I'm counting on it, lad. Perhaps he'll bring my jewel along with him." "What do you do wi' the boys?" "Oh, I have my way with them. Virgins have such power inside. And after that, well I've no use for them, have I? Come. It's no such a bad way to go." "I'm no a virgin." She's surprised. "Good. You'll know what to do, then." The Artimis arrives in port. Claire says in voiceover, "Jamaica, the jewel of the Caribbean. I had seen pictures in travel brochures Rum drinks with little umbrellas in them. This was a bit more primitive. Still, after months at sea, the bustling port could not have been a more welcome sight. Our dearest hope was that Young Ian was close and that Captain Leonard was not." (BACKGROUND CHATTER) On the dock Jamie gives orders. "Fergus (César Domboy). Now, once the casks are stowed, have Baxley take the ship out of harbor to that wee cove we saw on the way in. Canna risk being moored here if the Porpoise decides - to show herself." "Aye, Milord." Marsali (Lauren Lyle) poses, "Maybe the Porpoise has already come and gone." "No. No, Leonard wouldn't have time to refit, find crew, and provision his ship before departin'. We may still have a chance to find Young Ian and slip away before he arrives." Claire suggests, "Perhaps we should look separately. I'll take some of the crew and search the town, and you can ask about the Bruja." "I will not part, Sassenach. I'm not losing you again. We'll search the town together. Jamie asks, "And you are?" My apologies. I'm Kenneth MacIver (James McAnerney). The Artemis is my employer's <Jared Fraser> vessel. Jamie introduces himself and Claire. "James Fraser, your employer's cousin, supercargo of the Artemis. My wife, Claire Fraser. We brought ye French wine and brandy." Mr. MacIver is relieved. "Jared's cousin? Why, I wasn't expectin' to receive goods 'til summer, though it is fortuitous timin', I must say. I'm expected to bring four casks of wine to the new governor's residence. He's havin' a grand ball tonight. You'd be welcome to join us. My wife would be delighted to host Jared's kinsman." Claire declines the invitation. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'm afraid we have a more pressing matter at hand." MacIver is interested. "I see. May I be of service in that matter?" Jamie responds. "Aye. Uh, maybe. Show us where we might find lodging, and I'll apprise you of our search along the way." They walk off together as the crew continues to unload the Artemis. Apparently Jamie and Claire have been telling the tale of Ian's abduction. Kenneth MacIver says, "A frightening tale, to be sure. I do hope you find yer nephew." Claire offers this piece. "The ship that took him was the Bruja. Do you know if she's been moored here?" "I do. I took a hogshead of Vinho do Porto from her a week ago. She departed the next day." Jamie asks, "She's gone? Where?" Kenneth replies, "Likely Portugal. Perhaps Africa." Claire presses on, "Did she sell any slaves? We were told that if Young Ian survived that they'd attempt to sell him at the slave market here." "I do not know, madam. I'm sorry. You'll be wanting to make inquiries at the slave market to be certain." Jamie agrees. "Aye, we will." They've reached the inn. Kenneth says, "Ye'll find fair lodgings here. I'll send some of my men to fetch yer belongings from the Artemis." Jamie thanks him. "Thank you, sir." Later, Jamie, Claire, Lesley (Keith Fleming) and Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) are at the slave market. Lesley says, "Be glad I bought ye that parasol, Mistress Fraser. Ye dinna want people to think you aren't respectable." "Thank you, Lesley. I really don't care if these people think I'm respectable." Claire is deeply distured seeing so many people, men, women, and children, in cages. Jamie addresses a slave trader (Milton Schorr), "We're looking for a fair-skinned lad who may have mistakenly been sold here - off a ship called the Bruja." "No, man. I only trade savages. What do you take me for? Hayes asks another slave trader, "Have ye heard of any fair-skinned lads being sold here recently 16 years of age?" He nods his head to indicate he hadn't. Another slave trader approaches their group saying, "Ah, good day, gentlemen! Come! I have some of the finest Gold Coast Negroes." Jamie responds. "I'm not here for that. Looking for my nephew Transported here on the Bruja. May have been in port a month past." "Yes, I know the Bruja, but she trades only in Negroes not as seasoned as mine, and yet here mine sit. You'd think the new governor would have more sense than to buy low-quality goods." Jamie asks, "The governor bought the Bruja's slaves?" "Yes." "Same governor that's hosting a reception tonight?" "Yes, the very same." Some hope! They walk off forming their new plan. Jamie says, "Those slaves may ken what's become of Young Ian." Hayes offers an idea. "Yeh, we could break in and find them - at the governor's" Jamie cuts him off "We dinna need to break in. I've been invited." He looks around, then asks, "Where is Claire?" Someone is heating up a branding iron. Claire watches in horror as he holds the brand to the upper left arm of a female slave and she cries out in pain. Sickened by the cruelty, Claire moves on, alone. Then she encounters a slave auction. The Auctioneer (Matthew Dylan Roberts) is talking to a large crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at, uh, 10 pounds sterling." A man yells, "You ask too much, sir." The auctioneer continues, "Come now, look at this rare specimen, ladies and gentlemen. Young, virile, as you can see. Look at how tall." Another man argues, "But he can hardly walk!" The auctioneer concedes that point. "No good for field work, that's true. But a sound investment for breeding." "Can you give assurance of his virility? Mrs. Abernathy had one three year past, big as a mule, and not a foal dropped on his account." The auctioneer says, "Ah, well. Assurances, sir. Assurance! Well I'll give you a demonstration. See for yourselves. See how it grows." He reaches under his loin cloth, but Claire goes up and hits him with her parasol, shouting, "Stop it! Get your hands off of him! Get off him, now!" The crowd is riled up as other men pull Claire back. Jamie sees this. She's shouting, "Leave me alone! Get off me, you animals! Get off me!" The auctioneer cries, "Order!" Claire yells again, "Get off me!" Jamie punches someone and tries to comfort his crying wife. "Claire, ye all right?" She replies hoarsely, "I'm fine. Do something help him. Please." Claire is staring at a BILL OF SALE, RECEIVED OF 'Claire Fraser' the sum of 'Twenty' Pounds Sterling being in full for the purchase of a Negro slave named 'Temeraire' sold this day to 'C.F' the right and title to which slave I hereby warrant and defend against the claim or claims of all persons whatsoever. Given under my hand this day '1767'. TESTE 'James Fraser'. Claire asks incredulously, "You bought him? In my name?" Jamie looks uncomfortable. "Well, 'tis the simplest way to appease the man that owned him. I told him it was your your first time at the slave market and you were overcome." "You weren't lying." Claire reads the document, "Received of Claire Fraser, the sum of 20 pounds sterling being in full for the purchase of a Negro slave named Temeraire." "Aye. The bill of sale needed a name to make it legal. And you were the one that wanted me to do it." Claire states firmly, "We have to free him." "Aye. We do. But Canna release him in Kingston. He'll just be captured again. At least with us, he'd be cared for." Claire asks, "What if I tear this up? Well, then he'd be just a companion." "Well, then you'll have no proof he's yours. He'd have no proof. By law, someone else could claim him." "It's a nightmare." "We'll think of something. Promise. We'll keep him safe take him wi' us and set him free when it means he truly can be. In the meantime I've accepted Maclver's invitation to the governor's reception tonight." "The slaves from the Bruja were purchased by the governor's household. They may ken what's become of Young Ian. I wasna sure they'd trust me, but They may trust him." Temeraire (Thapelo J Sebogodi) Claire approaches Temeraire asks tentatively, "You buy me to set me free?" Claire affirms that. "We've no desire to own you." Really? "So I'm free?" He looks at Jamie for confirmation. "Aye. When we can find a way. We plan to leave the island soon. First, there's someone we must find My nephew. He's been kidnapped Taken into slavery as you were. There are some men that may ken where he is, but I canna speak with them. They've been enslaved. If you will come with us to the governor's reception tonight, speak with these men, learn what has become of my nephew, then we shall be indebted to ye." Claire asks, "Will you help us?" Temeraire nods his head "yes". Jamie smiles and says, "Then we have a bargain." At Rose Hall, Geillis' mansion, Archibald Campbell (Mark Hadfield) is talking with Geillis (who goes by the name Mistress Abernathy now). His sister Margaret Campbell (Alison Pargeter) is there. Geillis is upset. "I need to find the missing stone!" Archie suggests, "Perhaps Margaret could do the reading with the two stones that you already have." Geillis is agast. "Are ye daft? Have we not combed over the prophecy - of the Brahan Seer for weeks?" Archie agrees, "Aye, we have, - I simply..." Geillis cuts him off. "The prophecy states that a seer must hold all three sapphires at once. 'Tis the only way I'll ken when the new Scottish king will rise." Archie asks, "If it's 500 years hence?" Geillis sits down fanning herself. "Don't concern yerself with that." Margaret whispers to her brother, "I fear the treasure, Archie. 'Tis born of blood and death." He cuts her off quietly. "That's enough, Margaret." Geillis is curious. "What did she say?" "Margaret was just wondering how did you hear of the jewels?" Geillis explains. "They were handed down from father to son for generations, until they came into the hands of Dougal MacKenzie. He hid them along with the family treasure on Silkie Island. Never got to use it, poor man. He died a hero in the Battle of Culloden." Archie is interested now. "Then you truly have no use for the treasure other than the stones ye require?" Geillis is onto him. "Ye'll no get a shilling until yer sister's gifts are rendered." Later that night, at the Governor's mansion, a fancy carriage arrives to the ball, the white wigged attendent pulls out the step, and the elegantly dressed and coiffed (Jamie is wearing a blond wig) Claire and Jamie disembark. Their clothes are either identical or similar to clothes they wore in France some 20+ years ago. Jamie says to the attendent, "Show my, uh my manservant to the slaves' quarters - where he may be of service." "Yes, sir." Then he whispers to Temeriere, "Find us when you have news." Fergus and Marsali approach arm in arm, with Mr. Willoughby (Gary Young). They're also beautifully dressed with clothes that Jamie and Claire wore during their time in France. Jamie asks, "Oh! So do I look like a Scottish provocateur?" Marsali answers, "No. You look like a dandy." Fergus corrects her, "No, ma cherie, he looks like a Frenchman." "Mm." Willoughby observes, "The same thing." And everyone chuckles. Fergus states, "No one will be looking at you anyway, Milord not once they've had an eyeful - of Mr. Willoughby." Jamie says to Mr. Willoughby. "Well, that's why you're here distraction." Then adressing Claire, "Now, you are a vision, mo nighean donn. To look at you, could be back at Versailles." Claire chuckles, "That was a very long time ago." He sighs. "Ye look as 'twas yesterday." They are climbing the steps to the front door and Claire recognizes someone. "Mr. Campbell?" "Why Mistress M-Malcolm, was it?" "Oh yes, it was." She explains to Jamie, "Um uh, Archibald or, well, his sister Margaret was my patient in Edinburgh. I remember you said you were coming to the West Indies, but ..." He interrupts, "What chance that we end up - on the same island, eh?" They both laugh. He continues, "Well, I'm, uh, delighted to see you." Claire asks, "And your sister?" "She's here? She is, though the wee urchin has wandered off from me As is her wont, the poor darling." "Is she feeling better?" "Oh, much. She's greatly happy here. We have the most wonderful lodgings." Claire concludes, "Well, it was lovely to see you." They go inside. The house is filled with music and elegantly clad people milling about. Jamie states, "Canna stand to wait in line like this, but I'm sure the governor's the right man to speak to about Ian. When does it end? The slave trade?" Frowning, Claire admits, "Not for another 70 years in the British Empire and 100 in America." A woman approaches, giggling, very amused by Mr. Willoughby. "Where did you find him? I must know. Is he genuine?" "May I introduce my acquaintance, Mr. Yi Tien Cho, late of the Celestial Kingdom of China." "Really? From China? What an unthinkable distance you must have come. Do let me welcome you to our small island, Mr Mr. Cho." Willoughby steps up and says diplomatically, "If all of the woman are as delightful as you, I shall feel quite at home." She's breathless, "Goodness. He even speaks English." Nearby Margaret is "reading" a black man with a white wig, saying, "Truly, your lost lad will reach distant shores without harm, and one day one day will be free of the shackles that bind him." The slave answers her. "Thank you, mistress. Thank you." Archie approaches, saying, "Margaret. Stop that. Leave us. How dare you disobey me, telling fortunes without my permission?" She looks up and locks eyes with Mr. Willoughby, and they both smile. Fergus and Marsali are giggling and talking softly, enjoying each other. Claire and Jamie observe. Claire asks, "Do you remember when we were like that - So obvious in public?" "Aye. Couldna keep yer hands off me. 'Course, you were holding on from the back of the horse for most of the time, so it couldn't be helped." The line moves forward a bit, and Jamie sees someone he recognizes. "Perhaps it's because of yer coming through the stones." "Perhaps what is?" "The ghosts that keep coming into our lives, drawn to us the way we are drawn to each other." Jamie steps forward and bows to Lord John Grey (David Berry). "Your Excellency." He can't believe his eyes. "Jamie." "Good to see you, John. This is my wife, Claire. Claire, this is Lord John." Claire asks, "John Grey?" John says, "Yes but I thought that..." "Aye. I thought she'd died too, but she returned to me." "My God. But how?" Claire chuckles, "Uh, that's a rather long story." "Come. Let's talk in private. John leads them away for some privacy. Meanwhile, Geillis sees this and is very interested. When they're alone, John starts off nervously, "What joy to see you. Are you quite all right?" Jamie gets to the point. "Is Willie h-here?" John looks at Claire, surprised. "Oh, she knows." "Uh, no. He's not with me. I only arrived a month ago myself. Isobel and Willie will join me in the summer, when the journey's less daunting." "How is he?" "He well. He's growing very fast." "Does he still ride?" "Yes, he's a marvelous equestrian. You taught him well." "That's good. I'm pleased, uh he's a good lad. I've missed him." "And he, you. He still remembers you. Uh from time to time." "Course. 'Tis no important a-as long as he's happy." A long, awkward pause ensues. Claire breaks the tension with an obvious question, "So how is it that you come to be Governor of Jamaica?" "By malediction, I believe. This clammy isle is the terminus in a number of posts and so-called promotions. Though I should ask the same of you. What brings you so far from home? Jamie fills in the details. "Well, our nephew, Ian Murray, has been kidnapped. We believe he's been brought to the island." "Well, what can I do to help?" Claire answers. "Could you introduce us to some of the landowners on the island. Those that keep um, indentured servants?" "Of course though that will be nearly all of them." "My, uh manservant is speaking to your slaves now. We hope that some of them may know where the lad is." "Oh, whatever I can do." Jamie notices a gem dangling from the Governor's vest pocket. "Is that..." "Indeed it is, the the sapphire you gave me at Ardsmuir. I I wear it to Remember our friendship." Claire is picking up some hidden meaning there. John's kind of nervous. "Excuse me. I must return to my guests. I shall find you shortly. (LAUGHS) My God, it is good to see you." Both men bow to each other, and Claire curtsies. John walks off. Claire looks at Jamie, a bit confused by his reaction. Back at the party, Claire asks Jamie, "Champagne?" "Aye." He hands her a wine glass. She says, "Thank you." Kenneth MacIver spots them and comes over. "Ah. Glad you've returned. I'd like to introduce you to a Freemason who's acquainted with almost everyone on island and may know something of your nephew." Claire nods to Jamie, "Go on. I'll make some inquiries of my own." She wanders off with her drink so the men can talk. Outside near a large pond with a water feature, Margaret is sitting all alone. There are torches providing a little light. Mr. Willoughby approaches her. "I do not want to disturb you. Your brother he does not treat you as you deserve." He puts his hand out, and she places hers in it. She states, "You are a rare soul." "And you are rarer still." He says something in Chinese and she asks, "What does that mean?" He translates, "Flower from heaven." Back at the Governor's party, Lord John says to Claire, "Excuse me. I see they've put out the champagne." She replies, "Yes." He asks, "Would you like some? Or some brandy?" "Brandy, thank you." Lord John continues, "We've met before, you know. Before the Rising." "In a barn just outside Corrieyairack? You defended my virtue." "Come, now. We both know your virtue was not in jeopardy." Claire smiles, "No, it wasn't." "Jamie told you about Willie?" "Yes. And his mother. Your wife's sister, I believe." "He has told you a great deal." Claire notes, "That really is a very beautiful sapphire. Jamie gave that to you?" "Yes. Although, to be honest, he didn't actually give it to me. He, uh, surrendered it after he'd escaped. He found it after he was searching for you. He believed you might have come back to him. And Now you have." "Yes. I have." "Well, it certainly is a pleasure to finally meet the love that was his every heartbeat." Claire looks around the room and recognizes Geillis. "I'm so sorry, I You'll have to excuse me. I I believe I've seen a ghost." Claire follows her outside, loses her and is looking around. Geillis comes up behind her and says wryly, "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world." Claire turns around. "It is you. I thought I thought you were dead. How did..." "Did I escape the pyre? Ye'll recall I was with child back at Cranesmuir." "Of course." "Well 'twas the wee ratling that saved my life. They had to wait for the bairn to come before they could carry out the sentence. He was an innocent, ye see." "They kept you in the thieves' hole that entire time?" "Three months. When my pains began they took me out of the hole, and the babe was born in my own bedroom, in the fiscal's house. They let me hold him and he was as warm as his father's balls. And of course Dougal came to fetch him, fer fear someone would find out it was his. Why are men such fools? Ye can lead them anywhere by the cock for a while. Give them a bairn, and you have them by the balls again. But it's all ye are to them, whether they're coming in or going out A cunt. Well, here's to it, I say. Most powerful thing in the world." "Dougal helped you escape?" "I got him to bribe the locksman and ensure that the hooded figure dragged to the pyre next mornin' wouldn't be that of Geillis Duncan." "Then who was it?" "Auld Grannie Joan MacClellan had died three days before. Few rocks in the coffin, lid nailed down tight, and Bob's your uncle. She blazed something beautiful too." "You were there?" "Aye. Wouldna have missed it. No one gets to witness their own funeral, let alone their own execution. Then Dougal found a home for the bairn. Got me away. I hid out for a while." "So, then why did you come here? To Jamaica?" "After Culloden when I found out about Dougal's death I married a plantation owner drownin' in sugar money. Poor sop died years ago. Very unhealthy atmosphere it is for Englishmen in the tropics. Any little thing will carry them off. I'm Mistress Abernathy now of Rose Hall. So I was right about you." "Yes, you were. And you saved my life. Never got to thank you." "I did wonder whether our paths would cross again after Cranesmuir. Why are you in Jamaica?" "We're looking for Jamie's nephew. He's been kidnapped. We think he might have been sold into slavery - somewhere here on the island." Geillis gasps. "That's terrible. How can I help?" "Well, you know a lot of people here. You could ask around." "Of course. What are friends for? Ah, your necklace. It's beautiful. Is that..." Claire fills in, "Uh black coral. From Jamie." "Oh, do let's go say hello to your wee fox cub. Perhaps he'll have a bauble for me as well." They head back inside and find Jamie sitting at a table with Lord John, talking like old friends. Claire says, "Jamie. You remember Geillis?" Geillis adds, "How could he forget?" Claire asks Geillis, "Have you met the governor?" "Aye, just this evening. It's a wonderful soiree, Your Excellency. I wish ye welcome." She notices the sapphire hanging from his pocket and grabs it, asking, "Wherever did you get that lovely gemstone?" "This has has become quite the conversation piece tonight, hasn't it? I should wear it more often. Uh, well, it was found on an island off the coast of Scotland many years ago, and given to me by a friend." Jamie corrects him, "Given to you by a prisoner." John explains, "Well I tend to omit that detail." Geillis hurriedly cuts the conversation short and exits with, "Fascinating. If you'll excuse me, Governor. We'll speak again soon, I promise." After she left, the Governor observes, "She's a touch strange, isn't she?" Claire chuckles, adding "Uh, you have no idea." Geillis finds Archibald Campbell and demands, "I need your sister to do readings for the crowd." He's surprised, "Now?" "Will that be a problem?" "No, but I didna think her talents were required - this evening." "Well, they are now." Always looking for an advantage, he says "Might I ask a small fee from those that come?" "Ye do whatever ye must." She turns him to look at Jamie, Claire and Lord John talking together a short distance away, adding, "I care only for one reading." Margaret is sitting at a table giving a reading. Geillis is right behind her and her brother Archie running the show. Margaret is telling her customer, "The sun rises on a snake and true, - slithering in close to you. A wise rabbit will guard its den, but a fool..." People have gathered around watching the spectacle. Jamie and Claire approach, curious. She asks a woman in the crowd, "Sorry, what's happening?" The woman responds, "They're telling fortunes." Archie starts to interpret Margaret's words for their customer. "Your neighbor to the east is a thief. Guard against him." Claire whispers to Jamie, "That's Margaret." "Yer patient?" "Yes. Archibald said they were coming here in the service of a rich patron. Must be Geillis." Lord John is also observing the spectacle, when Geillis approaches him asking, "Governor. How would you like to have your fortune told?" He smiles and says, "I daresay I'm fortunate enough." People laugh at his joke. She persists, "Nonsense." To which he replies, "Indeed it is. Forgive me, but I have guests to whom I must attend." She presses on, using the crowd to pressure him to play along. "What do you say, friends? Shouldn't he oblige us?" The guests clap and encourage him to do it. "If I must." The people continue their applause. Margaret is distressed and tells Archie, "I dinna want to do this." He chastises her, "Oh, so you'll do your part to entertain the heathen slaves for no payment in return, but not for our patron? Has she no been kind and munificent to us here? Now, when she brings the governor over, add his stone to these and deliver the prophecy." "I want to help people. This'll bring death. I can feel it." Mr. Willoughby is observing this conversation. Archie continues, "Oh, can you now? Ye'll do it anyway or I'll get out the stick. Here she comes." Geillis draws John in and tells him, "Now, she'll need something personal of yers to hold, Your Excellency." She's looking at his sapphire, which he hands to Margaret. Once she receives it, Margaret gasps sharply and her eyes bug out. She says in a strange voice, "When twice 1,200 moons have coursed, 'tween man's attack and woman's curse and when the issue is cut down Then will a Scotsman wear a crown." Archie is writing all of this down. John takes his sapphire back, and Margaret gasps and sort of shrinks, weakened. Someone in the crowd murmers, "A Scotsman in a crown?" Then John makes light of it saying, "Well. What a peculiar pastime." The crowd laughs. Geillis and Archie walk outside and she asks him, "What do the words mean? 'Twice 1,200 moons'? I know that's 200 years." Archie explains, "Aye, 200 years must pass between man's attack and woman's curse. A woman's curse is childbirth, of course, and man's attack is Well, saving your presence Um, planting one's seed." "Don't worry about my presence." "No, of course not." Archie is putting the pieces of the prophesy together, "The, uh the issue that must be cut down that's the child. Of course. 'Issue' means 'progeny'. So, then a new king will rise in Scotland upon the death of a child that is 200 years old on the day of its birth." "A 200-year-old baby?" "Aye." "Do ye think I'm an idiot? I brought ye here to tell me when it will happen, and instead, ye give me the bloody Case of Benjamin Button. It's all right. Just because it's cryptic doesn't mean we can't solve it, aye?" "Quite right, madam. I'm glad you see it that way. I-it takes time. Time, I have. Fetch yer sister. We're leaving." Marsali and Fergus are enjoying a quiet interlude under a tree near the front entrance of the Governor's mansion, happy newlyweds. Marsali says, "Pinch me." "Oh, here?" Marsali giggles, "Must be a dream, being here wi' you in this beautiful place you, my husband and I, yer wife." "You're not dreaming. But can I still pinch you?" "Not here." A string of soldiers on horseback trot up and dismount, going inside. Fergus recognizes the man in charge. "That's Captain Thomas Leonard (Charlie Hiett). We must hurry." He goes to find Jamie inside. "Milord. Captain Leonard is on the premises." They see Captain Leonard and his men entering the crowded room and dash off in the opposite direction. "Go!" Outside they see their recently purchased slave and Jamie calls him, "Temeraire". Jamie gives Fergus and Marsali an order, "Have our carriages ready and find Willoughby. We'll meet you at the inn." Jamie asks Temeraire, "What did you learn? Did you find them?" He replies, "Escaped slaves in Bruja see white boy. Tall, yellow hair, speaks strange - Like you." "Aye. That's him. W-where is he now?" "Boy stay on ship." Claire asks, "Well, do they know where the ship took him?" "Mistress Abernathy. Rose Hall." Claire recognizes the name and plantation. "That's Geillis' place. She lied to me." Jamie says, "I told you - she had a wicked soul." Temeraire asks, "Keep bargain?" "Aye aye. When we're in a place - that'll have ye." Temeraire states, "Free men here. In Jamaica. Escaped slave live in mountains, near Rose Hall." Jamie says, "Show us. We'll take ye there." They head toward the carriages. Carriage Attendant (Ben Kgosimore), then climbs in after her. The carriage takes off, but Captain Leonard has witnessed them leaving. Temeraire is riding in front with the driver, and tells him, "Here. Stop. I see the mark." The carriage stops, he climbs down and Jamie and Claire get out. Temeraire walks over to a tree that has a mark carved into it, saying "This is the path. I go this way." Claire tells Temeraire, "Be safe." And Jamie adds, "God go with ye." Temeraire runs off into the thick, dark jungle. Jamie tells Claire, "Now, we must get to Rose Hall." Claire says, "And when we get there, I'll distract Geillis." Jamie adds, "And I'll search the grounds for Young Ian." All of a sudden they hear a bunch of horses galloping towards them. Claire says with alarm, "Jamie!" And he says, "Claire!" and quickly reaches into his pocket, handing the contents to her. "Th The portraits of the children For safekeeping." The men apprehend Jamie, Claire yells, "No!" Captain Leonard approaches them on horseback, saying, "Mistress Fraser. I see you found your husband. James Fraser, also known as Alexander Malcolm, you are charged with the willful murder of John Barton, Exciseman, and high treason for the printing of seditious libel. I apprehend you in the name of His Majesty King George." Claire addresses Captain Leonard, "After everything I did for you and your men! You bloody bastard. I am the only reason any of you survived." "Madam." Then he and his men take Jamie away. "Come on." Jamie tells Claire as he departs, "Go. Find Young Ian!" S03-E13: Eye of the Storm — Directed by Matthew B. Roberts; Written by Matthew B. Roberts and Toni Graphia Claire (Caitriona Balfe) is underwater, drowning. Her voiceover: "I was dead. Everything around me was a blinding white, and there was a soft rushing sound, like the wings of angels. I felt peaceful and bodiless Free of terror, free of rage, filled with a quiet happiness." Claire is in a carriage traveling fast at night. She yells to the drivers, "Hurry!" but they're slowing down, stopping. "Why are we stopping?" The humming noise outside is getting louder and louder. There is a large crowd of black men and women coming toward them, carrying torches. After they pass, the carriage continues on. Eventually the carriage stops again and she gets out, asking, "Which way to the slaves' quarters?" The driver points, "Along the path." You can see Rose Hill lit up in the distance. Claire orders, "Wait for me at the bottom of the road, but if I'm not back by daybreak, inquire after me at the main house." "Yes, Mistress." Claire heads in the other direction toward a row of rough, dimly lit shacks. Fergus (César Domboy) and Marsali (Lauren Lyle) are back at the Black Cat Inn. They see the dress that Claire had worn to the Governor's ball on the bed. Marsali says, "Claire's been here." Fergus exclaims, "I had hoped Mr. Willoughby would be here. Harm may have befallen him." She reassures him, "He's a clever man. He'll ken how to avoid harm. There's naught we can do for him. We dinna ken this island." Fergus picks up a note that was laying on Claires yellow dress. "It's from Milady. Milord has been arrested by Captain Thomas Leonard (Charlie Hiett)." Marsali says, "We must make haste to the Artemis, then. We'll need help." But Fergus has a better plan. "No. There's another way. I must go now. Wait here for me." Marsali won't hear of it! "Fergus Fraser. I'm yer wife. I'm coming with you." Claire is wandering around the slave shacks whispering, "Ian? Ian? Ian? - Ian?" A dog whines. It's nosing around at something and Claire investigates. "Shoo! Shoo!" She sees a male leg sticking out of a pile of straw. Alarmed she uncovers a dead boy. His throat had been slit. Then she's grabbed from behind by a very large black man. Hercules (Apolinalho Antonio). Geillis (Lotte Verbeek) is questioning Young Ian (John Bell) inside Rose Hall. "Through all your blethering, ye failed to tell me about yer Auntie Claire." Ian asks, "What has she to do with this?" "It was she who was after the treasure. Why?" "Perhaps you canna hear properly. 'Twas to pay a debt!" "Ye're lying. She wanted the sapphire. She learned about the prophecy." Ian's had it! "I'm tired of yer blathering. So leave me be, or get on with it, ye bitch!" He steps toward Geillis and her man servant grabs him and drags him away while he's yelling, "I swear, I'll gut you!" A woman servant whispers to Geillis, "Hercules just found someone." She tells the large black man, Atlas (Patrick Lavisa), "Take him away quickly." Hercules brings Claire into the room. Claire yells, "Let go of me!" Geillis chastises him, "Hercules!" Claire says calmly, "Geillis. Sorry. It's late. My coachman left me at the end of the road, and I got lost trying to find the house." Geillis says politely, "Ye're welcome any time. We're friends. I apologize for my manservant's roughness. He must have thought you an intruder. What brings ye here?" "Jamie's been arrested." "For what crime?" "Someone's accused Jamie of murder. Of course, he's innocent. Now they're after me as well." "You must be exhausted. Come sit. " Jamie (Sam Heughan), in handcuffs, is being lead through the streets of Jamaica by Captain Leonard. Jamie says drolly to him, "Shame you couldn't have lost your way and found Havana instead." "You are quite droll for a man in irons, Mr. Fraser. We did have difficulties making our way here, being quite shorthanded. But we're here now. However, that will not be for long. Once we have provisioned and found proper crew, we will transport you home to face trial." Some Redcoat soldiers approach them and their commander orders, "Halt there, Lieutenant. We'll be taking Mr. Fraser into our charge." Astounded, Captain Leonard asks, "By what authority?" Captain Leonard is in the Governor's office. "Your Excellency, I must respectfully request that you return this man to my custody. He stands accused of murder and high treason. A warrant has been issued for him in Scotland, and I am duty-bound to ensure his return there to face trial." Lord John Grey (David Berry) replies calmly, "Of course. May I see the warrant?" "I don't have it in my possession, your Excellency." "You don't have the warrant? Then what do you have, Lieutenant Leonard? Forgive me Captain Leonard. You must excuse my unfamiliarity with the somewhat liberal practices of the naval service, insofar as conferring rank is concerned. I'm afraid the army takes a somewhat more traditional stance in these matters, preferring to grant a title of command only when it has been earned. Now, as to your request. If you are unable to produce the warrant, then what have you to support your claim against this man? Well, surely you must have some evidence to put forward before you dispossess him of his freedom." Captain Leonard tries. "A member of my crew encountered this man in Edinburgh while in the service of the Crown and can attest to the incriminating activities he saw there." "I see. Then I presume your witness has made an affidavit and sworn its veracity before a magistrate. May I see the affidavit?" "Having only just arrived, I've not yet - had the opportunity" John cuts him off forcefully! "Lieutenant, Captain! Do you mean to say you have neither warrant nor affidavit to support your claim? Surely you do not mean to arrest a British subject on nothing more than the scurrilous gossip of the lower deck?" Leonard is feeling his case shrinking and tries again to take charge. "Your Excellency I am satisfied as to both the validity of the charge and the identity of this man. And as a senior naval officer on the Porpoise, I am justified under the Articles of War in my desire to take him into custody." John plays his trump card! "Indeed, Captain were he captured at sea. However, your authority ends at the water's edge, which is precisely where my authority begins. And until such time as I am satisfied as to the validity of this alleged warrant, this man will retain his liberty." "Your Excellency!" John shuts him off, forcefully! "Thank you Lieutenant Leonard." Captain Leonard leaves the room. Jamie sighs, then says, "Seems I'm indebted to you yet again ... for saving my life." John adds, "Seems we've been indebted to each other so many times I lost count." "Until the next time, then. Good-bye, John." "Good-bye, Jamie. And Good luck." Claire and Geillis are seated and talking at Rose Hall. Claire is continuing her story, "Then Jamie and I arrived here Jamaica." "That's a braw tale. But ye seem to have omitted one detail. Why are you here?" "I just told you." "Twenty-five years ago, you dropped out of the sky into my life and now, again, you appear on my doorstep. Strange how fate keeps bringing us together. I never met another traveler. Only you. We share a bond something even you and Jamie can't share." "Suppose we do." "I befriended you, and because of that, I let my guard down. I sacrificed all for you, and still you come into my home and lie to me. You've been lying since we met." "I'm not lying to you, Geillis." "I now see it was you who poisoned Colum's mind. Ye turned him against Dougal and against the rising. Just didn't know how far you'd come to stop me." "Stop you from what?" "From fighting for a Scot to sit on the throne." "I've done no such thing. Charles Stuart had his chance." Geillis clarifies, "He's water under the bridge, but I'm not talking about the Bonnie Prince. I'm talking about the new king." Claire sighs. "Geillis, I have no idea what you're getting at. I was just as shocked to see you at the reception" "Don't play the fool with me, Claire. You knew full well about the Brahan Seer, and the sapphires, and that I was getting close to freeing my people from the tyrannical rule of the English, and returning my homeland to its former glory, as God meant it!" Claire has heard enough. "I think I had better leave." She gets up... "Stop her!" "Get your hands off me!" "This isn't Cranesmuir, Claire. There's no one here to defend you, save the truth." "What is it that you want to hear?" "Why have you been after me all these years?" "I haven't even been in this time for the last 20 years." "More lies." Claire tries to convince her she's telling the truth. "Right before Culloden, I went back to my own time, in 1948." "You'd never leave your beloved Jamie." "Well, I didn't want to. But he made me leave, because we knew what would happen." "I don't believe you. Not even war could part the two of ye." "I was pregnant!" "Pregnant?" "And ye left your husband?" Geillis scoffs. "I had to for the safety of my child. You know how it was after the '45. The bloodshed, the clearances. Well, I went back to raise her in my own time, in Boston. And then, when she was old enough, I returned to find Jamie, but that was a few months ago!" "So you're claiming you traveled through the stones three times and survived it? I've read better stories in Mills & Boon." Geillis tells Hercules, "You can have her. Do what ye will." He moves closer. Claire pulls the packages of photos out of her pocket. "Look, I have proof! Here. Look. This is my daughter. How could I be in these photos if I wasn't telling you the truth?" Geillis looks at the photos of Bree. "She looks familiar. What's her name?" "Brianna. You actually met her at the university in Inverness in 1968." Geillis remembers. "Aye. I did meet her. She was at the White Roses rally, later, at the pub. That was your daughter?" "And we were there the night that you went through the stones." "That was you shouting my name?" "I wanted to tell you about what would happen at the witch trial. I tried to warn you." "Then you must have seen..." Claire finishes her sentence. "Your husband. Yes. Well, what was left of him." "He was one of my favorites. Handsome. Such a lovely cock. But a sacrifice is required, Claire, - for the sake of the cause." "I never needed a sacrifice any time I went through." "Then how did you do it?" "I don't know. I think it has something to do with who's on the other side Drawing you to them." "That might be so. But I'd just as soon have blood. A girl can't be too careful. A 200-year-old baby Imagine that. My dear friend, I've acted monstrously. But you can understand. Our paths keep crossing so ominously, and well, it frightens me. Things haven't been easy for me. It's hard to distinguish friend from foe. But I now see that we've been brought together by forces more powerful than ourselves. I shall retire now. I'll have a servant show you to a guest room, where you can stay as long as you need." Geillis hugs Claire, then leaves. Claire puts the photos back in her pocket. Claire goes around the room checking doors. They're locked. Then she looks out the window and sees a black man carrying Ian who's yelling but his mouth has been bound. She yells out, "Ian?" She hears someone outside the door trying to get in, so grabs a large, metal candlestick with which to attack. Jamie pushes the door in and Claire swings, thankfully missing him. Jamie hugs her, saying "Claire!" She says, "Oh, Christ, how did you..." And he answers, "Fergus got word to John Grey. Ye all right, Sassenach?" "Yes, I'm fine. Geillis has Young Ian! Come on." They head out the door together. They pause and Jamie asks, "Which way now, Sassenach?" "This way towards the drumming." They follow the sound through the dense jungle until they come to a clearing where a bunch of slaves are dancing around a bonfire wearing costumes and some have masks. One is wearing a crocodile head. It reminds her of the druids dancing around the stones at Craig na dun. Eventually they are detected and brought into the circle, but Mr. Willoughby (Gary Young) comes forward, "Jamie!" Jamie says, "Willoughby?" Mr. Willoughby tells the man wearing the crocodile head, "They are with me." Claire asks Willoughby, "What are you doing here?" "I am with Miss Campbell (Margaret Campbell - Alison Pargeter) . These kind people heard of her gifts, and they asked her to come." Margaret is doing a reading for a black slave, who says, "Thank you." Claire asks, "Margaret?" Mr. Willoughby explains, "She is the first woman to truly see me the man that I am, and I see her. We wish to be together. After tonight, we will go to Martinique make a home there." Jamie asks Willoughby, "Have you seen Ian? "I have not." Claire poses, "Well, perhaps Margaret has. He's with Mrs. Abernathy." The approach her and Claire says, "Margaret." She replies, very happily, "Mistress. I was so pleased to see you at the governor's reception." "I'm pleased to see you too. You seem happier." Margaret smiles at Mr. Willoughby, and he asks her, "Margaret, can you tell us where Mistress Abernathy may be?" She gets a very far away look, grabs Jamie's hand, and tells him in a strange voice, "I see you in an orchard of death sown with blood. I see the rabbit." "Christ." Then she turns to Claire, "I see a bird on a windowsill. He sings to you when you are sorrowful, but you hear him." Her voice changes dramatically, to a younger woman with an American accent, "I knew it was you. My father I've been dreaming about you. I love you. You too, Mama! Oh, no the monster. Don't let it take me! Help me! Help me!" Claire asks urgently, "Margaret, Margaret What are you talking about?" "Abandawe." Claire remembers. "You've said that to me before once. The cave, right?" "The monster is coming." Her brother Archibald Campbell (Mark Hadfield) runs up, seeing Mr. Willoughby with his sister. "Margaret! What have you done to her, you wicked heathen?" Mr. Willoughby shoots back, "You are not welcome here." Archie grabs Margaret and tries to drag her away. "Fine. We'll be going. Come, sister." Margaret screams. Claire pleads, "Mr. Campbell, please!" Archie says to Margaret, "Have you forgotten about our patron, Mistress Abernathy?" Jamie steps forward and grabs Archie by the lapels, demanding, "What have you to do with Mistress Abernathy?" Archie shoots back, "This does not concern you!" Jamie says sternly, "Your patron has taken my nephew." Archie replies, "I know naught of your nephew. My only interest is the Brahan Seer prophecy and the 200-year-old baby that Mistress Abernathy's pursuing." Jamie demands, "Tell us!" Archie complies, "The prophecy states that a new king of Scotland will arise upon the death of a child that's 200 years old on the day it's born." Claire is putting the pieces together, "200-year-old baby" Jamie says, "He's not making sense." Claire tells him "Bree." Then she runs off... The drumming is getting louder and lowder, and the crowd is getting more and more agitated. The guy wearing the crocodile head is holding a chicken, which he hands off to someone else. Claire pulls her photos out of her pocket and looks through them, then yells, "Jamie!" And he runs towards her. Archie tries to pull his sister away, "Margaret, we're leaving." Claire asks Jamie frantically, "Do you have the other photo? The one with the dog?" "No." Mr. Willoughby tells Archie, "You are not leaving with her." To which he replies, "I dinna answer to the likes of you. Margaret, Mistress Abernathy is expecting our services to be rendered." Mr. Willoughby gets between Archie and Margaret, and pushes Archie away. "Do not touch me, Chinaman!" "I'm Yi Tien Cho. I know what you've done to her! You are not worthy of this woman." [SHOUTING] [CHICKEN CLUCKING] [GASPING THROATILY] Claire tells Jamie, "Geillis must have taken it." "Why would she take it?" "I told her th-that I had a child in the future Th-that Brianna was yours. She met her right before Geillis came back through the stones. She thinks Brianna's the 200-year-old baby." Archie tells Margaret, "You'll come with me now. Or must I use the stick?" Margaret stands up to him. "No. You made me tell fortunes with riddles. I won't do it anymore!" Archie swings his stick and hits her, knocking her down. Margaret screams. Claire tells Jamie, "She's going to go back there to" Jamie fills in the rest. "Kill her. We need to find Geillis now." Jamie starts to run off, but Claire stops him to say, "Oh, there's a place on the island Like Craigh na Dun. Father Fogden told me about it. People disappear there. Abandawe." Jamie repeats the name of the place, "Abandawe." A slave woman bites the chickens neck! And Mr. Willoughby slits Archie's neck. The crocodile head guy puts a bowl under the bleeding chicken. And Mr. Willoughby goes to comfort Margaret. A bunch of slaves are hitting Archie's body, and one of them takes his white wig. The crocodile head guy drinks the chicken blood, bares his bloody teeth in a huge, gruesome smile, blood dripping all over, shaking his head back and forth and growling. Jamie starts shouting, "Abandawe! Abandawe! Abandawe. Where?" One of the slaves points to a path through the jungle, saying, "It bad place." Jamie asks, "Take us there." He shakes his head "no" and says, "The boy there, he die. You follow you die." Jamie looks intense, grabs the guy's torch and Claire's hand and they charge down the path, looking back to see the slaves hoisting Archie's body on their shoulders, dancing and chanting as they carry it away. One of them is wearing Archie's wig. They run a little ways, then Claire sees some standing stones on a hill with a cave entrance below. She says, "That's it. She's in there." They go inside the cave holding hands and Claire says, "I can hear the hum. Jamie the portal must be nearby. If it takes me I may not be able to come back through again." He says, "You ken that if anything should happen to me, you must still follow her. You must go. We lost Faith. We will not lose Brianna." They kiss, look meaningfully at each other, he sets down the torch and they go toward the large cavern where Geillis is drawing a pattern on the ground with white sand. The photo of Brianna with Smoky is in the senter, and she has scattered various genstomes around it. Ian is bound and gagged nearby, moaning, scared. Hercules is nearby. Geillis tells him, "Don't worry. You'll be sacrificed for a great cause." Jamie and Claire enter the area. There's a lake or river between them and Geillis and Ian. Jamie has a dagger in his hand. Geillis says, "So you came, did you?" Jamie yells, "Ian!" and lunges toward them, but Hercules pulls out a gun and aims it at Jamie's head. Geillis says, "Don't come any closer, fox. Persist, and Hercules will put a bullet in your head. I only spare ye because Claire is fond of you." She turns and pours a liquid, likely something flamable, all over Ian. Ian is writhing and frantic. Jamie drops his knife, Claire screams, "Geillis, don't!" Jamie knocks the gun out of Hercules hand and they start fighting furiously. Hercules is MUCH bigger than Jamie. Ian's crying. Claire's yelling and running toward Geillis, "Geillis! Geillis." Geillis has a torch and waves it at Claire, says, "A life for a life, sweet Claire. I saved you from the pyre after the witch trial. Ye owe me a life." Claire pleads, "He's just a boy." "He's just fodder for my passage. It's your daughter's life ye owe me." "Geillis." "I have to, Claire for the greater good." Looking at the water, Claire says in a voiceover, "It was then I realized that the pool was the portal." While Jamie and Hercules continue fighting, Geillis continues her crazy rant, "We are the chosen, you and I. We have a responsibility to change history. I gave up my child for the cause. You must do the same." Claire shouts, "No!" Then charges Geillis and pushes to the ground, reaching for a large sword. Jamie is simultaneously getting the upper hand in his fight with Hercuels. He's got a large knife held to Hercule's neck. Geillis looks at the water takes her chance, running towards it saying, "This is God's will!" Claire swings her blade, yelling "No!, cutting her neck clean off". Geillis crumbles, bloody head dangling off to the side. Everyone takes a breath. Claire's in shock. Jamie tells Hercules, "Go. Go. You're free." Hercules gets up and heads out. Jamie heads to a very relieved Ian and frees his mouth, then starts sawing at his other bindings. "Uncle Jamie." Jamie says to a sobbing Ian, "Come to me. There's no reason to be afraid, lad." Claire is staring at Geillis' body, hearing a loud humming from the portal. She heads slowly toward the water. Jamie notices her movement and yells, "Claire? Claire! Claire." He gets up and grabs her hand, breaking the spell. Then he says, "Let's get out of this place." Ian gathers up the gemstones on the ground, and Jamie picks up the partially burned photo of Bree, grabs Claires hand, and they head out of the cave quickly. Once they're safely outside, Ian stops and says to Jamie coming up behind him, "I knew you'd come, Uncle Jamie. But ye left it a bit late, aye?" "I did, then. I'm sorry, Ian." They hug, and he turns around and says to Claire, "We're all right now. Sassenach." But Claire is obviously still in shock, still holding the sword with which she'd killed Geillis. Claire flashes back to a conversation she'd had with her friend Joe Abernathy (note the last name), talking about a skeleten he'd shown her. Joe said, "She's from a cave in the Caribbean. Full grown, maybe late 40s." Claire had noted, "Broken neck." Joe added, "More than that. Somebody tried to cut this lady's head clean off." Back to the present, Claire's shaking, sobbing quietly. Jamie takes the sword from her, hugs her, and says comfortingly, "It's all right. Mo cree. It's all right. We'll rest now. We must return to the ship. I told Fergus to gather our belongings, have Lesley (Keith Fleming) and Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk) make ready to sail. But first, I must hold you both." He draws Young Ian in and they have a good long group hug. They're back on the Artemis, in the captain's cabin. Claire's wearing her shift, laying on a mattress on a shelf in front of the big window. Jamie is shirtless, preparing to shave. Claire says, "It was very generous of Lord John to use his influence to withdraw the warrant." "Aye it'll be good to return to Scotland, Sassenach." Claire agrees, "Mm Be nice to be home." "Aye. Ah we'll, uh we'll return Ian straight to Jenny." He's lathing his face. She observes, "He might not want to go back, after all this adventure." "I dinna care if he wants to or not. I'll deliver him to Lallybroch if I must stuff him into a hogshead." She gets out of bed and sits down on the table next to his shaving bowl. She pointedly orders, "Don't shave your beard." "Four days' growth since we left Kingston." "Funny. You have some new white hairs here." "Hm. Well, it's little wonder if I have. Surprised I dinna have a full head of white hair, after all I've suffered these past few months." She runs her finger across his stubble, then leans in close. "I like this. It's different." "Aye?" "Mm-hmm." "How different?" She runs her lips across his stubble, then kisses him lightly, slowly. "When you kiss me against my skin." More kisses. "Well, you have very fine skin, Sassenach. Like pearl. Indeed, you have a lot of very fine skin, if that's what you had in mind." "That's, uh more or less what I had in mind, yes." "I have given much thought... About what I want to do to you when we arrive on dry land." "And what's that?" "I've considered in great detail what I want to do to you, should I have you naked and willing and no one hearing. With enough room to serve you suitably." "Well I'm willing. And there's certainly enough room. And as for being naked, well ..." She starts reaching for the lacing at the neck of her shift. He stops her. "Oh. I'll see to that. It's all part of the plan." He pulls her onto his lap. "There's a plan?" "Hmm. I shall take you to some private spot in a heather of some rolling hill, and begin by sitting - beside ye." Giggling, "I suppose that is a beginning." "Mm-hmm." "And what then?" He continues, "As for what's next I shall take you on my knee And kiss ye" At this point he demonstrates by kissing her. She breathes deeply, and says, "So much for step one. And after that?" "Then I shall lay you down twist your hair up in my hand taste your mouth throat and bosom with my lips." Which he does. "I shall do that until you start making squeaking noises." She laughs, "I do not make 'squeaking noises.'" "Oh, aye, you do. Hand me that towel, huh?" She grabs the towel, but she uses it to slowly wipe the soap off of his face. Then he takes the towel from her, and gently wipes the soap off her face (from kissing him). "And then Then what?" As he picks her up, "And then I shall lay you on your back." He lays her on the mattress and she sighs happily as he climbs on top. "And you might you might moan a bit, if ye like, to encourage me." She moans appropriately. "Otherwise, you just lay still." Tender kissing ensues. "Next I shall lie upon my back and have you stretched out at length upon me." He flips them over so she's on top. Chuckling, "So that I can take hold of your buttocks and - fondle them properly. My God." Which he does. "You have the roundest ass I've ever seen. If you wish to kick your legs a bit, or make lewd motions with your hips, and pant in my ear and make those wee noises at any point in the proceedings, I won't have any great objection." "I do not pant - or make 'wee noises'." "Do you not?" "Uh-uh." "Well, then I shall spread open your thighs - Take down my breeks, and" "And what?" "And then we shall see what sort of noises ye dinna make then, Sassenach." Sometime later they're laying together sleepily. Thunder sounds in the distance. Jamie says, "Cool air will be a blessing after the heat of the island." "Mm-hmm." More thunder, Jamie sits up and opens a window, saying, "Huh - Hmm? Skies are turning. On the deck of the Artemis, the weather is fierce with heavy rain and strong wind. The ship is rocking. Jamie and Second Mate Baxley (Russell Crous) are both at the ships wheel trying to steer the ship, trying to keep it headed into the wind. Other seamen, including Hogan (Nic Rasenti) and Manzetti (Cameron Robertson), are working hard, pulling on ropes, tugging at sails, etc. Waves crash over the bow. Sailors slide across the deck. Baxley yells to Jamie, "Steer into the wind! Come on, lad! We have to hold it steady!" They're in a full-blown hurricane, just trying to stay alive. There's all kinds of shouting, thunder, rain, confusion, fear! Claire joins Fergus, Marsali, Lesley and Hayes where they've gathered below deck. Fergus yells, "We must help Milord!" Marsali tells him, "Ye'll do as ye're ordered this time!" Lesley yells, "He needs all hands on deck." Hayes adds, "Mac Dubh kens what's best!" Claire agrees. "Yes, he does. And he wants you all to stay down here! It's best to let the experienced sailors do their duty." Ian shouts, "I don't want to stay below, where I'll be tossed about with no notion of what's happening overhead!" Claire orders, "You have no choice in the matter, young man. Stay down here!" Then she heads for the door. "Well, where are you going, Auntie?" "I'm still the ship's surgeon!" It's terribly dangerous up on deck. People have to shout to be heard over the intense wind. Someone yells, "Secure the cargo and get inside! Go, go!" A huge wave sweeps someone overboard, and broken pieces of the ship are flying about. Claire climbs up from below. Jamie, still fighting with the ship's wheel, sees her and yells, "Claire! Claire!" She yells, "Jamie!" He gives up the wheel and goes to her, yelling, "It's too dangerous! Get back below." The man at the helm yells, "I can't hold it!" Jamie heads back to the wheel to help out Baxley, meanwhile another man is on the deck injured, and Claire fights her way to help him. "Help me!" "Let me help you! I think it's broken. Come on, help me get him below." Another sailor helps her get the wounded man to the hatch, then the mended mast starts to break again and masts and rigging come crashing down, some of it into the water. Jamie yells, "Claire! Hold on!" Baxley yells, "We're losing her! It's no use! She's gone broadside! Secure the wheel and help me get the men below! Get below!" They secure a rope to the wheel and people scramble to the hold. Jamie shouts, "Everyone, get below deck!" Someone else yells, "Everyone, below deck!" Claire is holding on the best she can, sees her husband and yells, "Jamie!" Baxley yells to Jamie "Get in, Fraser!" "I need to get my wife!" "Jamie!" "Claire! Claire!" They make their way to each other just in time to look over the rail at this huge wall of water about to crash over them. They look at each other just as it hits! Afterward, Jamie picks himself up and looks around for Claire. But she's not there! He yells, "Claire!" Claire is in the water, sinking, with a piece of mast attached to a rope wound around her pulling her down. In a voiceover she says, "I was dead. Everything around me was a blinding white. And there was a soft rushing sound, like the wings of angels. I felt peaceful. And bodiless free of terror, free of rage filled with a quiet happiness." And then Jamie is swimming down to her. When he reaches her, he tugs at the rope, then pulls out his knife and cuts it. After untangling the rope, he kisses her, sharing what oxygen he has left, kicking them toward the surface. When they're on the surface, he drags her to some floating wood and says, "Claire Claire! God. Claire! God damn you, Sassenach! If you die here now, I swear I'll kill you." She's not breathing, and he thinks she's gone. The camera pulls out and you can see that they're in the eye of the hurricane! A little girl at the beach has a stick and pokes Jamie, who's unconsious, but starting to wake up. She runs off. There's debris all around him. He gets on his knees and looks for Claire, seeing her not far away. So he crawls to her. Sadly, he says, "Sassenach". She coughs and he gasps. "Oh, thank Christ. Oh oh, I thought you were dead." "I told you I'd never leave you again." "Scared me half to death." "Where are we?" "I dinna ken." She asks, "The Artemis?" A man and woman approach. He asks, "Are you all right, man?" Jamie answers, "Aye we we have all our limbs." "You must be from the ship, or what's left of it. She's run aground on the mud flats four miles south of here." Jamie asks, "Are there, uh any survivors?" "Aye, the folks have gone down to care for them." The woman states, "What a mercy it is that you were saved. I've never seen such a dreadful blow this time of year." "I'm Joseph Olivier (Brett Williams)." This is my wife Patsy (Nandi Horak) Patsy and our daughter (Lucille Olivier - Jessica Walsh). Jamie's turn: "James Fraser and and my, uh my wife Claire. This, um this may seem strange, but, uh Where are we?" Patsy answers, "We call it Les Perles." Claire clarifies the question, "What we mean to ask is What island is this?" Joseph Olivier answered, "You're not on an island at all. You're on the mainland, on the colony of Georgia." Jamie says, "Georgia?" Claire confirms that they've made it to the new world, "America."