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S04-E01: America the Beautiful — Directed by Julian Holmes; Written by Matthew B. Roberts and Toni Graphia Claire (Caitriona Balfe) says in VOICEOVER: "For centuries humans have held an endless fascination with circles, attributing meaning where they are found. From the eternal rotation of the planets around the sun to the movement of clock hands, to a simple wedding band. And I more than most know full well just how a circle can affect one's life. Or death." Jamie (Sam Heughan) asks a guard, "Would you allow me a moment to bid farewell to my friend?" and slips him a bribe. Then when he finds his friend, he says, " Hayes (James Allenby-Kirk). When they set you free near the gallows, Fergus will create a stramash. Lesley and I will see to the watchmen, and then you run as though the devil himself is chasing you." Hayes replies, "Ye're aff yer heid, Mac Dubh. Do you intend to be hanged as well? I canna let ye die." Jamie exclaims, "You came on this journey to aid us." Hayes replies, "Aye. And I dinna regret it. I shoulda listened to ye, Mac Dubh. I shouldna lain with that woman." Jamie observes, "Men do things drunk they wouldna when clear-headed." Hayes admits, "I didna ken she was marrit till the husband came upon me with a pitchfork. Kicked him down the stairs only to save my own neck. Now it's with my neck that I'll pay." Hayes asks hopefully, "There's two things ye might grant me." "Anything." "First, whisky. With any luck I'll hardly notice when the rope tightens." Jamie says, "A whisky's hard to come by hearabouts, but I do have a wee bit of rum." Then he hands Hayes his flask. Coughing, Hayes says, "I can always count on ye. To my soul." Hayes hands the flask back and Jamie takes a swig. Stephen Bonnet (Ed Speleers), who is overhearing this exchange, asks, "How about a drop for my soul as well?" Jamie hands him the flask and Bonnet says, "To all our souls. Sláinte" Other prisoners join in with "Sláinte" Jamie asks Hayes, "What was your second request?" "I'd like the last face I look upon to be that of a friend. Smiling at me." Jamie promises him, "You have my word." Outside where people are gathered to watch the hanging, Jamie joins Fergus (César Domboy) and Lesley (Keith Fleming) and and tells them, "When they release Hayes, do nothing." Fergus is surprised by this. "You have another plan, Milord?" Jamie replies, "No. This is the way Hayes wants it." Hayes and the other men sentenced to be hanged are led to the gallows by soldiers. There's drumming. Jamie, Fergus and Lesley have found Claire and Marsali (Lauren Lyle) and are watching together. Claire says in VOICEOVER, "It had been four months since we arrived in America. We'd been making our way up the coast when our friend, Gavin Hayes, killed a man and was sentenced to death. Jamie tried everything he could to save Hayes, but the magistrate wouldn't listen." Someone orders, "Stop." And Gavin Hayes is unchained. Then they push and prod him up the steps. The hangman says, "Keep it going. Move. The said Gavin Hayes feloniously and willfully did kill and murder against his Majesty's peace, his crown, and dignity." They put the noose over Gavin's head and he stares at Jamie, who forces a smileas they lock eyes. There's a drum roll, someone pulls the lever, and Gavin is hung, limbs twitching. The hangman says, "Next." Lesley loses it and rushes forward yelling, "No, no! Stupid guards! You let him die! Hayes! It's It's no right! They canna take him from me! I'm sorry! Hayes!" A Redcoat Captain of the Guard (Simon Donaldson) pushes forward, "Move it, boy. Out of the way." One of the other men sentenced to hang takes advantage of the commotion to run off and the guards chase him down. Someone knocks the guy down with a rifle stock. Stephen Bonnet takes advantage of the commotion this time, and runs off in the opposite direction. A woman notices and shouts, "He's getting away!" A gunman shouts, "Halt or I'll fire!" But Bonnet knocks him down. And a Redcoat says, "Quickly, after him!" Jamie, Claire, Marsali and Young Ian (John Bell) are sitting at a table. Jamie says, "I spoke with the harbormaster. The Campagniasets sail for home in three weeks, allowing us time to visit my Aunt Jocasta at River Run." Fergus and Lesley come in the room and Marsali says, "Fergus?" Claire asks Fergus, "Did you speak with a minister?" He replies, "Thieving wretch. He will not have a convicted felon in his graveyard. Not without a good deal of recompense for his sins." Jamie observes, "An immoral wretch as well. He's willing to take a bribe." Jamie asks Lesley, "Did ye bring Hayes?" "Aye. He's in our wagon." Ian suggests, "We could bury him in the wood." Jamie replies, "No. No, Gavin wouldna care for being alone in the woods." Lesley adds, "He was mortally scairt of spirits. D'ye recall, Mac Dubh, at Ardsmuir, how he told us of the tannasghe encountered?" They chuckle. Jamie declares, "We'll not lay him in unconsecrated ground. We'll lay him to rest tonight in the company of other souls." Claire says, "It's a good idea." Marsali states,"I'm very tired." Fergus asks Jamie, "Might I take her up to her room to rest?" "Aye. Aye, we'll manage without ye." Lesley is still shaken. "A man such as Hayes should ne'er have met wi' such an end. Without so much as a proper lament sung for him. Well, he shall have a caithris." Lesley starts singing in Gaelic, "Och nan och tha sinn fo mhulad Dh'fhag thu Gabhain sin fo leon Mac Sheumais Mac Louisa Dh'fag thu 'n tait rinn d'arach og" More and more people join in, "Eisd ris eisd ris Dh'fhag thu gabhainn Sinn fo bhron Eisd ris eisd ris 'S truagh nach eil thu Fhathast gle og Thogadh thu ann an Cill-Mhartainn Ann an sgire Dhun Domhnuill Rugadh thu ann am baile breagha Seachd ciad deug fichead agas seachd Eisd ris eisd ris Dh'fhag thu Gabhain Sinn fo bhron Eisd ris eisd ris 'S truagh nach eil thu Fhathast gle og Eisd ris eisd ris Dh'fag thu Gabhainn Sinn fo bhron Eisd ris Eisd ris 'S truagh nach eil thu Fhathast gle og Eisd ris eisd ris 'S truagh nach eil thu Fhathast gle og They are traveling at night. Lesley and Ian are in the wagon and Claire and Jamie are following on horseback. Claire says in VOICEOVER: "And so we were off to bury our friend. Sadly Hayes would never return home to Scotland. And the only way the rest of us would make it back was to sell a gem stone we salvaged from the wreck of the Artemisa." Claire says to Jamie, "The Lillington's dinner certainly seems promising. And perhaps we'll be able to find a buyer for the gem stones there." Jamie adds, "Aye, the gems will fetch a bonny price. Here'll do, lads. Lesley, stay here with Claire. Watch over Hayes. Ian and I will find a good place." Claire asks, "Won't you need a headstone? Surely they'll notice a newly-dug grave." "Aye, they might. I shouldna think the minister would trouble himself to dig him up for nothing." Ian and Jamie are digging a grave. Jamie is loosening the dirt with a shovel and Ian is using a bucket to scoop it out of the hole. Ian is starting to have flashbacks of when he was with Geillis, when she was naked in her blood bath. Ian asked her, "What do you do with the boys?" And she replied, "I have my way with them." Jamie notices that Ian is getting more and more upset. Shaking, crying... Jamie asks, "All right, lad?" But Ian is stuck in the memory of Geillis stating, "I have my way with them." "Ian. What's the matter?" Ian remembers Geillis saying, "And after that..." He tells Jamie, "The Bakra." Geillis added in Ian's memory, "I've no use for them." Jamie shouts, "Ian, Ian! Ian. Ian, what is it?" Jamie understands and tries to help, "Some ghosts can only be banished by speaking their name and foul deeds aloud. I I, too, had a festering pain inside. Until I shared it with your Aunt Claire." Ian opens up. "When I was taken to the woman ye called Geillis She was naked In a basin of blood. She talked about bedding virgins. As plain as though she asked me whether I had parritch for breakfast. I spoke true and I told her I wasna chaste. That answer was not to her liking. She needed someone chaste for her purposes. She took my hand, and upon my life, she made me come to bed and lie down. She made me do things. Unspeakable things. Have you ever lain wi' someone when ye didna want to do it?" Jamie confesses, "I have." "Then ye understand how it can be? How you can do it without wishing to, detesting it. And all the while it feels Pleasing?" "Well, lad What it comes down to What it comes down to is that your cock doesn't have a conscience, but you have. It's not your fault, lad. Ye did what ye must and survived. That's all that matters. Well, that hole is deep enough. So Let's bring Hayes along then, huh?" "Lesley, let's get on with it." Lesley says, "Gathering, I can't, what another fellow needs. Life without him doesna seem right." He starts to pull off the tarp covering Hayes' body, and something is moving inside the wagon and everyone's freaking out! "Ifrinn an Diabhail!" "A Dhia, thoir cobhair!" Ian exclaims, "Christ alive! Where did it come from?" Lesley answers, "From Hell. May it return there at once!" Jamie uses the shovel to knock down the person under the tarp in the wagon, uncovering the intruder, and answers, "Not from Hell. From the gallows." Stephen Bonnet says, "My apologies for frightening ye." Jamie says, "Come." Bonnet grunts and says, "All right, all right." Jamie pushes him up against a tall rock wall and asks, "How long were you in the wagon?" "Since Since midovernoon. I crawled up there once the frog loaded up poor old Hayes. I was keeping him company, hopin' that you'd be leaving town and takin' me with you. Stephen Bonnet, sir." "Mr. Bonnet." "Mmm." "For what crime were you condemned?" "Thieving, smuggling, piracy." "And how many men have you killed in commission of your crimes, Mr. Bonnet?" "None that were not tryin' to kill me first. Same as your friend." Jamie let him go, grudgingly. "All right. You can go. I'll not hinder ye." But Bonnet isn't quite done. "Might I trouble you for conveyance? There'll be watchmen and soldiers out on the road tonight hunting me. You could take me safely past them to a creek with an outlet down to the sea. From there you'll be on your way, free of the taint of my company. I won't bother you again. You have my word. I'm begging you, sir. In the name of Gavin Hayes. He said you'd never turn your back on a friend." Lesley asks Jamie, "For a friend of Gavin?" "All right. We'll take ye." Bonnet is pleased. "Great." Claire adds, "I'll go with you. Husband and wife will seem less suspicious." Jamie agrees. "Fine. First, we lay Hayes to rest. After we're done, you two take the horses return to the tavern. We'll deliver Mr. Bonnet to safety." Bonnet says, "Thank you. I'd only ask one more thing. Well, that you allow me to help bury a friend." Jamie and Claire are in the wagon and are stopped by a Redcoat officer, Sergeant Heyns (Peter Collins). "Halt. Make yourselves known." Jamie stops the horses. "James Fraser and my wife, Claire Fraser." Sergeant Heyns asks, "What is it that brings you out so perilously late?" Claire answers, "A family matter." "What have you in the wagon?" the Sergeant asks. Jamie answers this time, "Nothing of worth. What little we have for our own provision. A cut of venison, sack of oats. And a body." "A what?" "A corpse. One of the men what was hanged this afternoon." Claire adds, "We're taking him for a proper burial with his kinsman." "Have a look, Griswold." Private Griswold (James Ringer Beck) investigates, "Yes, sir. It's a body. Wrapped in a shroud." Heyns orders, "Take your bayonet and make sure it's good and dead inside there." Claire is shocked, "That's sacrilegious, Sergeant." Jamie adds, "Would you defile a body, sir?" Heyns orders, "Get on with it. Stab it in the leg, Griswold, to be sure." Private Griswold does as ordered, and stabs the body in the leg, reporting, "Yeah, not a twitch. Dead as a doornail." Sergeant Heyns is satisfied. "Be on your way, then, Mr. Fraser." After a while Jamie stops the horses. "Whoa." He and Claire jump out of the wagon to check on their cargo. Claire asks, "Are you wounded, Mr. Bonnet?" Bonnet replies, "Um Danu the luck giver was with me. I think the venison bore the brunt of it." Claire looks on. "Huh." Bonnet adds, "They pinked me in the thigh a bit, though." Jamie says, "Well, let my wife tend to your leg. She's a healer." Claire takes charge, "Here, let me look. It's not bad." Bonnet notices her rings. "Two wedding bands you wear." Claire explains, "I've been married twice." Bonnet observes chuckling, "Oh, two lucky men, then. And you've never parted with the ring from the first?" "No." Bonnet admits, "I never married. But I've always been partial to rings. The watchmen dispossessed me of mine. There's something about the notion of an infinite circle that fascinates me." "Ah. The hangman's noose is a circle you'd do well to avoid in the future." "It's not the noose I fear, madam." "No?" "Since I was a lad, I've been plagued by nightmares of drowning over and over again. You'd think I'd foresee it and waken. But I never do. Not till the water's over my head. I know it'll be the death of me. Gray waters, dark with mud, things swimmin' blindly in it. Waiting for the sea to have her way with me. That they might do the same when she's done." Claire states, "Well, nightmares can't harm you." "Ah, no. It's the sea herself pullin' at me. Have you ever felt the sea pullin' at you?" "I almost drowned once. In a storm at sea." "Then you know what I speak of." Jamie asks, "Where will you go from here, Mr. Bonnet?" "Oh, some of my associates intended to weigh anchor in a nearby tributary before the weather turns. I pray I'm not too late." Jamie asks, "Aye, why is it I get a feeling 'tis pirates that ye speak of?" "Ah Well certainly the governors of the Carolinas would call them so. The merchants of Wilmington would regard them otherwise. No doubt you'll be, uh, seeking some reward for your assistance? That can be settled." Jamie states, "I saved ye for Hayes' sake. I'll no seek reward for such service." Bonnet offers, "Well, thank you, sir. You truly are a rare gentleman indeed. I might advise you to be wary. Travelers in these woods, they're they're often set upon by thieves and outlaws." Jamie says, "We will. Thank you." Bonnet spreads his arms and bows, "I must bid you now adieu." Then he starts to limp off grunting. Claire adds, "I hope your good luck continues, Mr. Bonnet." "Oh, I found that a man most often makes his own luck." Back in the wagon, Jamie observes, "I fear we may rouse suspicion if we pass by the redcoats so soon. Hate to deprive you of a warm bed, but we'll have to stay in the woods tonight." "I don't mind." "Nor do I." Jamie agrees. "Let's find a safe place to camp." Later they're sitting near a fire, Claire in her shift and Jamie with his shirt off. She says, "It's been such a terrible day. I feel so lucky to be here with you." "It isn't wrong to be alive, Sassenach." "You're right. We have to treasure these moments." "Aye. You and I ken better than most how fleeting life can be. Hmm." "Still, can't help but feel sometimes that all of this could be ripped away at any moment." "It doesn't matter, Sassenach." "Hmm?" Kisses. "Don't you see how small a thing death is between is? After you left me, after Culloden, I was dead. Yet all that time I loved you." "I loved you too. I never stopped." More kisses... Jamie clarifies, "When my body dies, my soul will still be yours. Nothing is lost, Sassenach. Only changed." Claire observes, "That's the first law of thermodynamics." "No. No. That's faith." She climbs onto his lap facing him. "I don't care what it is. I want to feel alive with you right now." And they get down to business feeling alive, then kissing tenderly... He nips her shoulder. Later in the morning, Claire asks Jamie, "Do you know what lies beyond those trees?" "Aye. More trees." "Yes, a lot more. They stretch all the way past a mighty river named the Mississippi. The Great Plains. This is just the start of what America will become. Eventually it will reach all the way to the Pacific Ocean. North Carolina will just be one of 50 states." "Hmm. [KISSES] - All filled with Scots." Chuckles... "Oh, there will be lots of different people here from countries all over the world. And all hoping to live what will be called the American Dream." "Is that the same as our dream?" "I suppose it is." "Hmm. A chance to live in a place where the only limitations are a person's own abilities. And the will to succeed. That's the dream. Oh, they'll come here in their thousands. And then millions." "What about those already here? The natives. What becomes of them?" "Well They are driven from their ancestral lands. Killed. Or forced to live in reservations. It's not unlike what the English did to the Highlanders." "A dream for some can be a nightmare for others." Claire says in VOICEOVER: "I suggested to Jamie we try and sell the ruby. As we got ready for the Lillington dinner that night, our hopes were high that we'd find a buyer." Claire and Jamie are dressing for the party. Claire asks, "It's not too much mutton dressed as lamb, is it?" "Never. Only thing missing is a wee bit of jewelry. Took it to the goldsmith. Used some of our coin to fashion this mount. Only had time for any but the simplest design." He shows her the ruby necklace he took out of his pocket. She states, "No, simple is best." "Mmm. Heard Governor Tryon (Tim Downie) will be in attendance, along with a Baron Penzler (Rainer Sellien) . It's said the Baron's love of money is accompanied by a love of the fine objects that come with it." "Hmm, well, let's hope he's a fondness for rubies." "Hmm." "Hmm." They kiss, then he takes her hand and asks formally, "Might I request the pleasure of your company for dinner? Madam?" "You may." Jamie and Claire are seated at a large dining table with eight other well-dressed people (5 men and 3 women). There are several slaves serving as waiters. In the distance we hear Mr. Lillington (Geoffrey Newland) say to Governor Tryon, "Governor, Mrs. Lillington and I are so pleased ..." Mr. Stanhope (Graeme Stirling) complains, "Four shillings poll tax And four pence per gallon rum duty. Will it never end?!" Phillip Wylie (Chris Donald) replies, "That's the very least of it, Stanhope. It's the never-ending expenses incurred in dividing our land from that of the Cherokee savages which worries me." A woman sitting next to Jamie states, "Yes, that's a good question." Phillip Wylie continues, "All from our taxes." Baron Penzler, sitting next to Claire, adds, "It beggars belief, does it not, Mistress Fraser? Mmm, though I doubt many women will be familiar with such provincial matters." Claire answers, "Well, on the contrary, Lord Penzler. I'm sure the very thought of inequitable taxes brings out the savage in all of us. I'm particularly savage when it comes to taxes that bear disproportionately on the poor." Mr. Stanhope gets the joke. "Yes, that's very good. The savage in all of us. Yes, indeed." He starts coughing on some crumbs. Phillip Wylie admonishes her, "You must try not to be so amusing, Mistress Fraser. It may be the death of poor Stanhope." Judith Wylie (Ainsley Jordan), Phillip's sister, asks Claire snidely, "Is Is this the the style in Edinburgh, Mistress Fraser? How How charming." Baron Penzler notices Claire's ruby necklace. "Such a beautiful stone. You will permit me to look more closely?" "Certainly." Claire replies. As Penzler leans in, Claire deftly removes the necklace and drops it into his hand. He examines it closely, then pulls out a magnifying glass to inspect it more closely. Penzler says, "Thank you. Beautiful. Sehr, sehr schon. And without flaw." Mr. Lillington says, "The Governor and I have heard that you are the nephew of the widow Cameron of River Run. Have we been informed correctly, Mr. Fraser?" Jamie confirms, "Aye, uh, Jocasta Cameron is my late mother's sister. Either of you acquainted with her?" Lillington answers, "Yes, um, I've been acquainted with Mistress Cameron for many years. A most charming woman. Are you familiar with her estate, Your Excellency?" addressing the Governor. Governor Tryon replies, "Mmm, my wife and I passed several days at Cross Creek last year during our tour of North Carolina. River Run, I believe, is situated on the Cape Fear River at the foot of the mountains." Jamie answers, "Aye. You know, my family are Highlanders. Mountains are like home to us." The Governor continues, "Well, the Blue Ridge mountains are some of the most majestic you'll see anywhere, Mr. Fraser." "Hmm, I intend on seeing them when I visit my aunt before returning to Scotland." Governor Tryon has a proposition, "Hmm. Would you, um, join me after dinner for a pipe and some brandy? I have a case imported from France. There's a matter I wish to put before you." Later, Jamie and the Governor are having a conversation seated in front of a beautifully ornate fireplace. Governor Tryon states, "Mr. Lillington tells me you've been both a farmer and a soldier and are newly arrived to the Colonies. Are you familiar with conditions here?" "To which conditions might you refer, sir?" "North Carolina, though not as prosperous as its neighbors, still offers wealth and prosperity for those willing to persevere and work the land. The Crown encourages settlement by industrious, God-fearing families." "His Majesty is wise to encourage settlement of lands so rich in opportunity, Your Excellency." "To this end, there is established a system of land grants whereby large acreage may be given to men who would undertake to persuade numbers of emigrants to come and settle on part of it under their sponsorship." "I did hear mention of such grants, yet Yet is it not true they come with a steep quitrent per acre that must be paid in coin?" "That is true. But in frankness, Mr. Fraser, there is the law, and there is what is done. It may be possible to dispense with the requirements of quitrents while one acquires settlers. Provided, of course, one swears an oath of loyalty to his Majesty the King, if not already done so. And so not wishing to remind you of any past indignity, it is my duty to ask..." Jamie jumps in, "And mine to answer. I'm a pardoned Jacobite. I've sworn the oath. Like so many others that paid that price to keep their lives. It's late, Your Excellency. I must beg to take my leave of you." "Well, good night, Mr. Fraser. Um, do consider my offer." "Mmm." Jamie and Claire are getting undressed after the dinner party. It was a success! "One hundred pounds sterling. For a single ruby! All thanks to you. The Baron (Penzler) nearly dropped his eyeballs into your bosom, the filthy lecher. Had a right mind to challenge him over it." Claire reminds him, "Discretion is the better part of valor. I've yet to meet a Scot who seemed to think so." "Hmm. Eh, be that as it may, the Baron's eye for fine gemstones means we've enough money to secure passage to Scotland many times over. With what's left over, I can I can purchase a printing press. You can practice your healing. Ah, do no fash, Sassenach. It'll be fine. John Grey used his influence to withdraw the warrant. I'm no longer a wanted man." "It's not that." "You're a terrible liar." "No, it's nothing." "Ah, thinking so loudly, I can hear ye from here." "Well, I was thinking about the offer the Governor made to you." "Ah. I was thinking on the matter myself." "And?" "Eh. Oh, he's he's no offering me land for the sake of my bonny blue eyes. Bees that have honey in their mouth have a sting in their tail. Ask yourself this. Why me? An outsider with few ties and no known loyalties." "Except to the man that's offering you a large tract of land. "Hmm. The man's a soldier. A man of strategy. He kens me as one. And I understand he's had trouble with the Regulators a year past." "Who are the Regulators?" "They're men from the wilderness. They've taken offense at what they believe is illegal behavior on the part of Tryon's tax collectors. So they've taken matters into their own hands. They called meetings, drawn up petitions, stirred up a spirit of resistance. The Governor's clearly worried." Claire gets it. "So if things heat up, he wants to buy the loyalty and obligation of an experienced soldier for the cost of a few acres of the King's land. Hmm, he's much sneakier than I thought. He's practically Scottish." "No." "Oh, Jamie, you have to remember there's going to be another war in eight years. The American Revolution. If you accepted the Governor's offer of the land, he'd expect you to fight for the Crown against the revolutionaries." "You know, I've fought in wars before, Sassenach." "Yes, but unlike Culloden, this one the British will lose. We would be on the wrong side of history again. We would be branded as loyalists, and the land the Governor has offered you would be taken from us." "Hm. This This becomes Brianna's country, does it not?" "Yes, she was born here." "I dinna wish to fight in wars again or or have you in danger, Sassenach, but If there's a bit I can do to make this a good land for Brianna, if my presence here now can be felt by her later, then... Then that would be something." "Yes, it would." Jamie and Claire are outside walking toward Young Ian. "Ian? Ian, where have you been? And what's this beast you have with you?" "Isn't he a handsome dog, Uncle?" Claire observes, "Don't think that's a dog, Ian. More like a bloody wolf." Jamie clarifies, "Broader through the head and chest than a wolf. He's a fine creature. Where'd you get him?" "I won him. Lucky roll of the dice. So I called him Rollo." "Ye were dicin'?" "Aye, with sailors. But he's not the only thing I won." Ian hands Jamie some coins. "Christ, ya shouldna stake yer life gambling with sailors." "But you're always at it, Uncle. Every tavern we've seen fit to rest, you've wagered our coin." "That's cards, not dice. And I ken what I'm doing." "Well, I won, did I no? We have need of the money for the journey home." "Aye, well, if your mother hears of this..." "I won't do it again. Promise." Claire states, "You're right, you won't. And you won't need to. We've plenty of money now. We found a buyer for the ruby last night." "Well, that's some good news, Auntie." Jamie orders, "Aye, well, bring your mongrel and we'll go inside. We'll have some food. Then there's some things we need to talk about." Ian orders, "Come on, Rollo." They all go inside the tavern. Jamie, Claire, Ian, Lesley, Fergus and Marsali are eating. Fergus asks, "S-Staying in America?" Jamie answers, "Aye. Aye, Claire and I have decided to try and make a life here." Ian is happy! "That's a fine idea. We could stay" Jamie cuts him off. "Not we, lad. Ye'll still be on a ship bound for Scotland." "Oh, please, Uncle. I'll no be a worry to ye. Truly, I swear it. I'll work to earn my bread. I've a talent for selling. Fergus will tell ye." "Ye ken I would like nothing more than to have ye with me, but in what God's name would your mother say?" "I dinna ken. But she'll be saying it in Scotland, won't she? She kens I'm safe with ye. Ye wrote to her back in Georgia." Lesley points out, "I canna say that particular bit of knowledge will be over-comforting to her, Ian." Jamie adds, "Your parents dinna want a vagrant's life for you, lad. They want you to grow to be a man of learning and influence. A man of worth. You'll amount to something for yer mother's sake. If it kills us both. Yer life's no meant to be wasted." Fergus asks, "Where will you settle?" Claire answers, "We don't know yet. We thought we would work that out when we're visiting River Run." Jamie says, "Mmm. Fergus, I want ye to have a portion of the profit from the ruby. It will pay for ye and Marsali to return to Scotland, if that's what you choose. And there's a bit for Marsali to take home to her mother. For the alimony I promised. There's enough for you as well, Lesley." Lesley says, "I appreciate it, Mac Dubh. But I'd have ye keep your coin if I may travel with ye a bit longer. This is a wild country, and my place is at your side." Jamie is happy to have him. "Aye, ye may." Fergus states, "We would like to stay in North Carolina as well, Milord. Marsali would not be well-suited to a long journey. She is with child." "What?" Big Smiles! Claire adds "Well, it certainly is a happy surprise." Marsali admits, "Aye, was a surprise to us as well. Of course we are delighted." Jamie pounds the table, beaming! "May God bless you both." Fergus states, "For now Marsali and I will stay in Wilmington." Marsali says, "It's a wee bit bigger than Broch Mordha. I hope to find work as a seamstress, while Fergus seeks employment himself." Jamie declares, "Aye, he'll do fine, Marsali." And to Fergus, "And you you'll make a fine father." Fergus is beaming, "Thank you, Milord." Jamie says to Ian and Lesley, "Uh, Campagnia leaves in under a fortnight. You two will accompany us to River Run until then." Hugs all around. Lesley adds, "Oh, congratulations. Great news." Marsali laughs, "Thanks." The group is on a river boat named the "Sally Ann". Both Lesley and Ian are pushing them forward with sticks. And a large elderly black man is up top steering. There is also a captain on board. Claire and Jamie are sitting on the deck talking. She asks, "So what is your Aunt Jocasta like?" "She's a MacKenzie. Hmm. Hmm. She's my mother's sister. And I haven't seen her since I was a wee lad. She wed a John Cameron and left Leoch before my parents married." "She's never visited Lallybroch?" "Aye, once or twice. Then John died of a flux so she wed his cousin, Hugh Cameron. Well, he was killed hunting. So, then she wed Hector Cameron." "Well, she seems to have quite the taste for Camerons. Is there something special about them as a clan? Outside from being accident-prone." "Ah, well, they have a way wi' words. Camerons are poets and jesters." "So which is Hector? A poet or a jester?" "Neither. He's dead now too." "So how did they come to be in North Carolina?" "Well, after the Rising, he and Jocasta fled Scotland and came here. He was granted land, built a house and a saw mill, planted tobacco. And then he died of a morbid sore throat a year past." "Well, I hope the messenger arrives with your letter before we do." Ian jumps into the conversation. "He'd arrive before we do if he crawled on his hands and knees." Jamie says, "Well, keep going, lad. I expect ye'll have us in River Run before nightfall." Claire notices theman steering the river boat and says, "Poor man deserves a rest. Shouldn't have elderly slaves on their feet all day." Captain Freeman (Grant Stott) answers, "Needn't worry yourself, madam. He earns a fair wage for his work. Isn't that right, Eutroclus (Leon Herbert)?" "Yes, I do, captain." Claire asks, "You mean to say that you're free?" Eutroclus replies, "Yes, madam." Captain Freeman adds, "He used to be my slave. Till one day I fell asleep with the lamp still burning. The cabin caught fire and Troklus pulled me out in time. After that, petitioned a court for his release on the grounds of meritorious service and offered a surety for his freedom. Been working for me ever since. Best waterman on the river." Claire observes, "You must be grateful every day for what he's done for you." Eutroclus is giving Claire a lesson on steering the river boat. "Keep your eye up river. You'll want to steer around any logs." Jamie tells Ian, "All right, lad. It's your turn at the pole." Claire states, "This is harder than it looks. The current is stronger than I imagined." Jamie asks Claire, "Will you join me, Sassenach?" "Of course. Well, what's this?" "A present. Open it." Claire opens the wooden box filled with medical instruments and bottles of supplies. Claire gasps, and Jamie asks, "Do ye like it?" "Oh, Jamie. It's wonderful. Where did you find it?" "I saw the box when I when I went to the goldsmith to have the ruby set." "Oh, my God. It's a microscope." "Aye. And perhaps one day I'll deck ye in laces and jewels. I havena been able to give ye much ever, save for this wee ring. And my mother's pearls." "You've given me so much more. Brianna, for one. I gave the pearls to her. They're an heirloom, after all. And this ring is all I need." "Twenty-four years ago I married ye, Sassenach. I hope I haven't ever given you cause to regret it." "Not for a single day." Later that night the boat is docked, and everyone is asleep. Rollo hears something, barks, and goes outside. He jumps on a man and they both go into the river. Stephen Bonnet jumps into the cabin saying, "Mr. and Mrs. Fraser, pleasure to see you again." "Stephen." Ray Charles singing "America The Beautiful" plays and most of the other sounds are drowned out. Bonnet punches Jamie and runs outside, then when Jamie follows, his men jump him and start beating him up. Captain Freeman and Eutroclus are on the beach being held at gunpoint. Other pirates are ransacking inside the cabin. One of them finds Jamie's stash of gemstones and gives it to Bonnet. Another pirate is attacking Claire and Lesley pulls him off, only to have Bonnet slit his throat/font>. Then Bonnet yells at Claire and forces her to remove her rings, but she puts them inher mouth. Bonnet chokes her and fishes one of them out, Jamie's ring. Bonnet is satisfied with that one and heads out, taking his men with him. Claire coughs up Frank's ring as Jamie comes into the cabin and sees Lesley dead and Claire weeping. S04-E02: Do No Harm — Directed by Julian Holmes; Written by Karen Campbell Jamie (Sam Heughan) and Claire (Caitriona Balfe) are on the deck of the Sally Ann riverboat, Young Ian (John Bell) is at one pole, Captain Freeman (Grant Stott) is at another pole, and Eutroclus (Leon Herbert)?" is at the stern steering. Jamie says sadly to Claire, "Lesley deserved a decent burial not a shallow grave on a riverbank." Claire replies, "You can't blame yourself for what happened." "Who else, then? Did I not aid Bonnet in his escape from the noose? I was a fool to trust him." Claire notes, "We both trusted him. He played on our sympathies." "Couldna defeat him when it mattered most. Wasna able to protect you from him." Claire reasons, "You were outnumbered, and they were armed to the teeth." "Now, that may be the truth of it. And now that murderous bastard's free to prey upon others, and that's my cross to bear." Captain Freeman points out a beautiful white house, saying, "There she is, folks. River Run." Young Ian is clearly impressed! "Christ. Uncle Jamie! You didna tell us Great-Aunt Jocasta has a home befittin' a king." Jamie is impressed too. "Help us ashore, lad." Ian orders his dog, "Rollo, come." Then he heads into the cabin. Jamie explains how he's feeling to Claire. "When we had coin and the gemstones, I was a man with means of providin', but now we're penniless." Claire observes, "Wouldn't be the first time. You hadn't a shilling to your name when we were first married." He puts his arm around her shoulders, joking, "And I thought you only married me for my wealth, Sassenach." Claire adds, "Jocasta's family, and we're lucky we have relatives we can turn to." Ulysses (Colin McFarlane) escorts Jocasta Cameron (Maria Doyle Kennedy) down to the dock in front of the house. Jamie greets her, "Auntie." "Jamie." "Welcome to River Run." Jamie is moved seeing his aunt. "Auntie Jocasta." "Blessed Bride, - you've grown to be a giant." "Mm." "That'll be the MacKenzie blood flowing through ye." Jamie smiles, "I was no more than a bairn when last you saw me. Had nowhere to go but up." "I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair. Oh, how yer mother adored you." "She adored you as well. Always spoke of you wi' love." Jocasta admits, "I miss her, still." Jamie too. "As do I. Auntie, eh, may I present my wife, Claire?" Claire states, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron." "Oh, I hope you'll call me Auntie, dear. We are kin, after all." "Of course. Auntie it is, then." "It is lovely to meet you, Claire." Young Ian approaches them carrying a bouquet of hand-picked flowers. Jamie makes the introduction. "Oh. And this is your great-nephew, Ian Murray, Jenny's youngest son." "I'm very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta." Ian hands her the flowers but she doesn't see them. "Ye're welcome, lad." Ulysses steps up and whispers to Jocasta, "Your great-nephew has brought a posy of flowers for you, mistress." "Ooh. Thank ye kindly, Ian. Forgive me. It is a long time since my sight has left me, though I still see shapes and shadows." Ian is concerned by this admission. "I'm sorry to hear, Great-Auntie." Jocasta shrugs it off. "Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing. I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip, and the ability to scent truth from lies, if ye catch my meanin'." Rollo starts barking and runs off. Jocasta continues, "Oh, goodness. Who have we there? Another acquaintance to be made." Jamie looks at Ian, "Young Ian's mongrel, Rollo. Take hold of yer beast, lad." Ian runs after him, "Come back, Rollo!" Jocasta grabs Claire's and Jamie's arms. "Do come in, my dears, and we will show ye some River Run hospitality. Ulysses, will you lead the way to the parlor?" "Yes, mistress." Inside, Jamie explains their situation. "The thieves stole our coin and gemstones. Left us with little more but the clothes on our backs." Jocasta is agast. "Wicked! Just wicked. To repay your kindness in such fashion. Bonnet and his men should be hangit." Jamie says sadly, "He woulda been, were it not for me." Jocasta understands. "You sought the goodness in him, and there was none to be found. Pray, think on it no more. Ye're welcome to stay here as long as ye need." Jamie says, "I'll not be a burden to you." And Claire adds, "No, we don't intend to stay that long." Jocasta is having none of this. "Bless ye, dears, ye're kin. 'Twill not be a burden to have a man of such strength and mind for business at my disposal. Why, the good men and women of Cape Fear will be clamorin' to engage with ye, especially once they've had the pleasure of making yer acquaintance at a wee gatherin' I intend to hold in yer honor." Jamie states, "Ye're familiar wi' my business dealings." "I may not have my sight, dear, but I have been keepin' an eye on ye. Between yer experience in Paris with Jared and the trade ye mastered in Edinburgh, ye're capable of whatever endeavor you take on. 'Twill not be long before your fortunes are reversed." "You flatter me, Auntie." "Ye're no fond of flattery. Well, 'tis my right to do so. Who else am I to lavish my attentions upon?" The door opens and Ian and Rollo enter. Evidently he reeks profoundly! Ooh! Ah, Christ! Ian, what happened to ye?" Ian explains. "Rollo, he chased a creature I've never seen before, somethin' akin to a badger, black, though streaked with white. It lifted its tail and sprayed a foul liquid from its arse. Ah, the stench it burns my eyes!" Jocasta explains. "You encountered a skunk, lad." Jamie asks, "A skunk? Is that venomous?" Claire answers, "No, just malodorous." Jocasta has a plan. "As luck would have it, my friend John Quincy Myers (Kyle Rees) is visiting. He's a man of the wild who can rid your mongrel of the stench." Ian is grateful. "Thank you, great-aunt." "Ulysses, will you ask Myers to meet Ian at the front of the house, near the jetty?" "Yes, mistress." "But first, Ulysses, show my nephew and his bride to their bedchamber, where the air will be fresh." "As you wish, mistress." To Jamie, "After yer travels, ye'll desire a bit of rest, will ye no?" "Aye. Thank ye, Auntie." Ulysses escorts them up the staircase. "It's remarkable, Sassenach." "What is?" "The similarities between Aunt Jocasta and my mother. Same smile, same manner, their voices. Always wished ye'd kent my mother, but having ye meet my aunt is just fine." Ulysses opens the door. " This will be your chamber, sir. Mistress. I, uh, trust all is well? If a need arises, you may call upon me." Claire says, "Thank you, Ulysses." Phaedre (Natalie Simpson) addresses them, "Sir. Mistress." Claire says, "Please, call me Claire. Mistress Claire. What are your names?" "I'm Phaedre. That's Mary (Mercy Ojelade). Mistress Claire. Is there anything else you'll be needing?" Jamie says, "No, thank you." Ulysses, Phaedre and Mary leave the room. "Sassenach, you haven't had much to say since our arrival." Claire is looking out the window and sees a bunch of slaves working in a field. She's shaken by this sight. "Claire As ye say, one day, it will all be different." Outside near the jetty, John Quincy Myers says to Ian, "Is that a wolf masquerading as a dog? I sincerely hope he isn't partial to human flesh." Ian jokes, "Only if ye're thickly bearded." "Well, I shall take my chances. John Quincy Myers." "Ian Murray." "Pleased to meet you, Ian. A dalliance with a skunk is no laughing matter, boy." "Aye." "But Mother Nature, in all her bounty and wisdom, offers us a chance to wash the odor away, bathing in vinegar." "Huh. Well, I'll do whatever it takes. I dinna wish him to go on reekin' like the devil's arse. I've been allowing my beard to grow. Seems the men of the mountains hereabouts have hearty ones." "Ah, you've a long wait on yer hands. But me, I take after my daddy. My momma does admire a hairy man. Believes them to be a rare comfort on a cold winter's night, and she's not the only one. The Indian ladies enjoy my hairs well enough." "Indian lassies like their men hairy?" "Well, those I've come across certainly do. It is, perhaps, naught but the novelty of my whiskers, come to think of it. Well, their own men scarcely have bristles on their bollocks, let alone their backsides. Well you take one look at my buttocks, and you'd think my daddy was a buffalo." "What are they like? The Indians?" "That all depends on the tribe. Some can be friendly, some you'd do well to stay clear of." "I've heard there are Indians that will cut yer heart from yer chest and devour it whole. Is that true?" "Well, I can't say I've come across any who do that exactly, but there are some who scalp those they consider to be outsiders." Ian muses, "Well, there are clansmen in Scotland who'll do the same. Ye'll no see a Campbell and a MacDonald together, no wi'out it endin' in bloodshed. Indians dinna sound that much different from Highlanders." "That's a fine way of looking at the world, Ian." A young black boy about 8, Thomas (Joel Okocha), who has been preparing Rollo's vinegar bath, says "It's ready, sir." "Let's bathe this beast of yours before we lose the light entirely. Ian tells Rollo, "Come on. Come on. In you get, son." Claire, Jamie and Jocasta are walking along her large front porch and he asks his aunt, "What else do you grow in addition to tobacco?" "Indigo, cotton, pine. Our forests yield 200 barrels of turpentine monthly. But the greatest source of revenue is our sawmill. We're able to ship timber along the river as far as Virginia." "Uncle Hector and you have achieved a great amount here, Auntie." "We were true partners. Hector never made a decision regarding our beloved River Run without consultin' with me first." "Mm, sounds very familiar. And, uh, how many slaves work here at the River Run?" "One hundred and fifty two. I purchase them in lots, in order to keep those with children together. Over the years, I found my slaves to be more productive when treated with benevolence." "I'm very pleased to hear that, Auntie. I ken some owners seem to treat their slaves as livestock." "Livestock? Goodness, no. They're a great deal more expensive than that, I assure you. Lord knows where they'd be if I hadna taken them on and given them a home and a purpose. Why, some are so dear to me, I consider them friends." Claire asks, "Do you think they feel the same way?" "I'm no sure I catch the meanin' ye wish to convey, dear." Claire adds, "Perhaps they see things a little differently. Since they don't exactly have any choice." "Ah, my slaves are quite happy here, I assure you. Why, only a few have tried to run away over the years. What a curious mind ye have, dear." Jamie says, "Ah, one of the many qualities of my wife that I cherish." Claire is looking uncomfortable. "If you'll excuse me, I I'd asked Phaedre to meet me in the garden. I need to replenish my supply of herbs." Jocasta senses Claire's unease. "Of course, dear." Ulysses appears at the front door, "Mistress, Lieutenant Wolff (Lee Boardman) has been waiting in the parlor for you." "Please have him join us here." "Mistress." Jocasta explains to Jamie, "Lieutenant Wolff is the steward of the naval stores contract that River Run has with the Royal Navy." Lieutenant Wolff approaches them. "Good day, Mistress Cameron." Jocasta stands. "Lieutenant Wolff, allow me to introduce my nephew, Jamie Fraser." "Ah, pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fraser." "Lieutenant Wolff." Jocasta gesters for him to have a seat next to her on the bench. "Please." "Of course." He sits down. "May I offer ye some refreshment?" "No, no, thank you." "What brings you here, lieutenant?" "It is said that wheat is fetching a good price at five shillings a bushel. Cultivate it on your fallow lands along the river may fetch you a handsome profit. I know His Majesty's Navy is always looking to buy it." Jamie doesn't think that's a good idea. "The cultivation of wheat along the river'll likely bring you a bushel of regret." Wolff is surprised. "I beg your pardon?" "Oh, land along the river is too damp for the the grain to flourish. Rice, however, would thrive along the river." Jocasta adds, "Rice, at 12 shillings per hundred-weight, 'twould bring a fine profit, now that I think on it, and it would keep the slaves well-fed." Lieutenant Wolff states, "You seem to have a profound knowledge of agricultural practices, Mr. Fraser." "I was raised workin' the land, so I ken a bit about dirt Lieutenant." "Undoubtedly. I shall return to discuss further contracts with you when you are not engaged in hosting kin. Good day, Mistress Cameron." He leaves. "Lieutenant Wolff. I would say that the lieutenant has not been spoken to in that manner very often." Jamie comes and sits next to his aunt. "I'm sorry I offended your guest, Auntie." "Ye were right to speak yer mind, lad. It's a privilege I wish I could enjoy, but there's a certain delicacy to be deployed in certain matters, where a woman's unsolicited views are not always welcome." Claire is trying on a dress that Phaedra is either making or altering for her, and says to Jocasta, "You didn't have to go to all this trouble for me." "Nonsense. With more time, I'd have sent for some fine cloths from England or France. As luck would have it, I've several gowns that could be altered to fit ye. What color is yer hair, dear? I hadna thought to ask. Ye sound a bit fair, somehow. That would serve the garment well. Pray, do not tell me that ye're black-haired and sallow." "More or less dark brown." "How does she look, Phaedre?" "Just fine, Miss Jo. Just fine. She's got white skin, white as milk." "Wi' skin so pale, will she no look washed out?" "Oh, no, mistress. She ain't washed out. She got bonny eyes of indigo, and a bosom lassies would dream of. And she's tall, wi' a thin waist. A great deal taller than Mistress Cameron." "'Twas the picture in my mind's eye already, dear Phaedre. Though there are men who prefer more modestly sized women, no wishing to be dwarfed by the object of their affection." "Indeed, mistress. Lieutenant Wolff being one of them." "Oh, Phaedre. Any amorous intentions Wolff has towards me it's founded only in hearsay and gossip, and we wilna indulge it. Now, Claire, tell me, how do you find River Run? After months without a home, ye must be greatly relieved to have such well, fine accommodations." Claire answers, "Ah, it's all very overwhelming." Jocasta is proud of her home. "It is a splendid estate indeed. Many others have marveled at its grandeur. But what is it that ye most admire?" "Ah, I've never stayed anywhere quite like it." "The cadence of yer voice tells me what ye're no saying plainly enough, dear. You harbor some disapproval?" "Well, I suppose I do. I don't agree with with keeping people as property." "Are ye a Quaker?" "Quaker? No, I'm I'm Catholic. "W how is it that ye come to share their views?" "I, uh I healed some Quakers once, and they expressed their opinions to me regarding slavery. I have to admit, I I found some truth to their beliefs." "Mm. Jenny was right about you. You are a peculiar lass. She made mention in her letters that you were spirited, headstrong, that ye no blush to share your thoughts on any matter, versed in it or no." "The same could be said for Jenny." "Oh, aye. Aye. Ye're a lively one, are ye no? It's no wonder my nephew is drawn to ye. Ye've the fire of MacKenzie in ye. Hm." Claire says in VOICEOVER: "The party attracted the cream of Cross Creek society, all to meet Jamie and me. I found myself discussing local politics with Lieutenant Wolff, as well as Jocasta's friend and advisor, Farquard Campbell (James Barriscale)." Farquard Campbell states, "I heard they were causing trouble at the courthouse in Beaufort." Lieutenant Wolff adds, "Ugh, the taxes again. If it's trouble they want, it's trouble they'll get from His Majesty's Army. I'd go so far as to send the Marines if it would help quell the whimpering rogues." Lucius Gordon (Brian Ferguson) says, "Tumultuous times ahead. Between the Indians and now these Regulators, it'll be a miracle if we have a chance to make something decent of this land." Claire says, "Well, you can hardly blame either group for wanting their voices to be heard." Ian states cheekily, "Aye. The Indians were on these lands first, were they not?" Lieutenant Wolf smiles, "How charmingly naive. Were it not for the Romans, the good natives of Great Britain would be sheltering in dwellings little better than mud huts today. No roads, no sophistication of any sort. The savages should be thankful we're here to spare them a similar fate." Claire doesn't think so. "If you'll excuse me." She leaves to find Jamie and Ian follows. "Mistress." Ulysses hands Jocasta some silverware and she uses it to clink her glass to get her guests attention. "Dear friends, please, gather round." Ulysses whispers to her, "The guests are now assembled, mistress." "It has been my honor to introduce my nephew, Jamie Fraser, his lovely wife, Mistress Claire Fraser, and my great-nephew, Ian Murray. But there is another reason I've brought ye together on this fine day." Farquard Campbell asserts, "Mistress Cameron, ye've brought out the good vintage. What excellent news it must be." "Indeed I have, Mr. Campbell. All gathered here have kent for quite some time that I have been agonizing over the matter of to whom I shall leave my beloved River Run. Well, ye need wonder no more. I am pleased to announce that I've decided to name my nephew, Jamie, as my heir. It is my intention that Jamie should act as master of the estate immediately. I leave River Run in his hands." Everyone claps. Later in their bedchamber Jamie says, "There's no doubt she's a MacKenzie. Publicly naming me heir without telling me first was was calculated. Something Colum or Dougal would've done." Claire tells him firmly, "I can't own slaves, Jamie." "On that, we are agreed upon. Though if I were master of River Run, might we not help the slaves, see that they're well fed and clothed, but work to set them free? Maybe we can make a small difference for those in our part of the world. A spark that might light a fuse. I can't change River Run without you, Sassenach. What do you say?" "Fuses often lead to explosions." "Aye. Aye, but when the dust settles, oftentimes, the devil ye're fightin' is gone." Jamie is studying a map of the plantation, then turns and says to his aunt, who is knitting, "Wish ye'd given me a word in advance, Auntie." "Aye. I ought to have discussed the matter with you first, but who else am I to share my bounty with? My children have passed, and I care for you as though you were my own." "I'm grateful." "Ye're deservin' of it, lad." Farquard Campbell states, "'Twill no doubt please you to ken that yer aunt's will and testament is being drawn up, bequeathin' unto you yer inheritance, Mr. Fraser." "A braw sum." "Well, ye'll have need of ready money to conduct business as master of the estate." "Oh, there is one thing I would ask before I'm formally named heir." "Mr. Fraser, no man ought to look a gift horse in the mouth." Jocasta interrupts, "Farquard, 'tis expected that the lad should have questions. Any born leader should. What is it, nephew?" "I want to free the estate's slaves." "Have you lost yer heid?" "My wife and I dinna wish to own slaves." "And how do ye propose to produce anything without slaves?" "It is my intention that every man and woman on the plantation shall earn a fair wage." "Allow slaves to earn a wage?" Jocasta tries to calm things down a bit. "I see no harm in discussing the possibility. Perhaps you'd allow us to benefit from yer wisdom on the matter, Mr. Campbell?" "Well, if ye must hear the insurmountable obstacles associated wi' the task ye wish to undertake, Mr. Fraser, I will oblige ye. First, you'll need to understand, liberty is granted only by permission of the county court." "Reasonable enough." "And ye must prove that each one of yer slaves has performed a meritorious service, such as the act of saving a life, for they will not be granted a warrant of freedom without it, and if we allow that yer slaves have performed a meritorious service, ye'd yet need to post a bond ensuring the slaves' good conduct, and you'd need to offer sureties financial sureties." "Well, I believe that can be accommodated." "A surety to the province for each and every slave freed, an enormously expensive endeavor." "Ye cannot put a price on freedom." "But the Assembly can and does. 100 pounds sterling a slave. That's over 15,000 pounds." "Then I shall find a way to increase River Run's revenues." "What about the other plantation owners? Ye're threatening a way of life, a very important way of life for this colony. Were ye among Quakers, you'd find men of like mind, perhaps, but you're newly come to North Carolina, and ye dinna comprehend the difficulties you will not only face, but also bring about by entertaining such outlandish notions. You'll put lives at risk, not least your own. There have been others that have shared your views on the matter. They've disappeared, never heard from again." "The threat of harm wilna sway my mind, Mr. Campbell." Jamie leaves the room. Outside, Jamie is talking with Claire. She asks, "Prove that every slave here has saved a life? But how is that possible? Nothing will change under these laws." "Aye. Fear that may be the truth of the matter. There is another way to become a landowner. We could reconsider Governor Tryon's offer." Claire shakes her head, "Jamie." "I ken you advised me against it, but with the land granted from Tryon, we wouldna have to own slaves. We could recruit settlers and live on our own terms." "And live in peace, for a while. Accepting Tryon's offer will lead us to fighting in another war." Ulysses escorts Jocasta out onto the porch, with Farquard Campbell and Phaedre with them. Ulysses says, "Mr. Fraser, Mistress Cameron requires your assistance." "What is it, Auntie?" "There's been an unfortunate event. A matter of bloodshed. Uh, I need you to act as my representative in this grave matter of justice." "Aye. What happened?" "Overseer Byrnes (Cameron Jack) was attacked by one of my negroes." Farquard Campbell adds, "He cut the man's ear clean off." Claire's ready. "Well, then, he'll need a physician. If we hurry, I think I can reattach it." Farquard asks, "Do ye have a pistol, Mr. Fraser?" "No." "Well, then you must take Hector's. Phaedre. Incidents of this nature can stir unrest. There may be more trouble once you arrive." Farquard Campbell arrives at the scene on horseback, and Jamie and Claire are just behind him in a wagon. "Whoa." MacNeill (Craig McGinlay) says, "Glad ye've arrived." Jamie tells him, "We came as quickly as we could." Farguard Campbell makes the introductions. "MacNeill, this is Mr. Fraser, Mistress Cameron's nephew and appointed representative, and his wife, Mistress Fraser." Claire says, "I'm the healer. Where's the injured man?" MacNeill says, "I'll take ye to him." Campbell asks, "Which negro drew Byrnes' blood?" "That was Rufus (Jerome Holder). Barked Byrnes like a pine tree w' his axe right after Byrnes struck him wi' a lash." Campbell inquires, "Is Rufus near and accounted for?" "Ye could say so. "Mr. Fraser will be aiding me in the oversight of Rufus' execution." Claire exclaims, "Execution? Whatever for?" MacNeill explains, "The law of bloodshed demands it." Campbell adds, "Any slave guilty of the assault of a white man, woman, or child Thereby causing blood to be shed, shall be put to death with a judge and representative present." Rufus is pierced with a huge hook and is being hoisted up by men pullig on a rope. "Ah! Ah!" He's in agonizing pain! Claire exclaims, "We have to help him." Jamie runs toward him yelling, "Let that man down at once!" Overseer Byrnes, with his ear cut off and bleeding, yells, "I will not! Keep raising him up!" Kyle (Gerry Kielty) and John follow Byrnes's order, hoisting Rufus higher. Jamie draws his pistol with his right hand and yells, "That's enough!" Byrnes, still clutching the bandage around his head, bleeding profusely, says, "Stay back, damn you." Jamie pulls a gun out of his left pocket and points it in the opposite direction. "Bring him down, or there'll be less of your friend's face for my wife to tend to." The men pulling on the rope start to let it out and lower Rufus. Overseer Byrnes states, "You have no right to intervene in my affairs." Claire puts down her medical box next to Rufus's head and starts to tend him. "Rufus? Rufus, can you hear me?" Meanwhile, still brandishing two pistols, Jamie explains, "I'm her nephew, James Fraser, acting on her behalf." Claire tells Rufus, "Remain still." Byrnes sneers, "I don't give a ha'penny who you are. This is not your business!" Campbell jumps into it, "No, Byrnes. Ye've done wrong. This was a matter for the law." Byrnes exclaims, "I will not be struck by a negro. Not now, not ever." "Ye'll have to answer..." Jamie joins Claire and asks, "What do you need, Sassenach?" "If I can get him to the house, I can remove the hook and operate safely, and then I think I can save him." Byrnes continues, "I was mutilated by this wretch!" Campbell asserts, "Your lawlessness will not be tolerated, no matter the provocation." Claire asks, "Will they let us take him?" Jamie replies, "I won't give them any choice in the matter." Back at the house they are carrying Rufus in on a stretcher. Claire is in charge. "Now let's get him into the dining room onto the table." "Aye." "Move those chairs and clear the table. Now! Clear those things off! Move. All right, ease him on. Ease him on. Easy, easy. Mary, find my nephew. Get him to bring my medical box immediately." "Yes, Mistress Claire." "Phaedre, get me some clean linen, some hot water, whisky, and two bowls. Now, please!" Jamie tells Rufus, "Dinna fash, lad." Claire continues to five orders, "And bring it in here. Stay with me, Rufus. Where is Ian? Phaedre, the whisky one of the porcelain bowl in that corner there." "Yes, Mistress Claire." "Ian, get out my knives and needles and clean them in the whisky. And have the scissors ready. You take hold of this. Keep it steady. Mary, pour the water into the bowl. Phaedre, tear the cloth into strips and put the bandages by Rufus." "Yes, Mistress Claire." "Ian, find the laudanum. I need to sedate him." "Here, Auntie." "Rufus, this will help ease the pain. All right, try and drink some. That's it. Right. A little bit more, a little bit more. Scissors. Hold it steady." Jamie says, "Aye." "Ian, scalpel. And have those swabs ready. All right. I'll take it from here." Jamie tells Ian, "Aye. Hold him down, lad." Claire pulls the giant hook out of Rufus' belly and blood gushes out. "Swabs. Swabs! Swabs! More." Mary, who is pregnant, looks like she's about to faint. Jamie says, "Phaedre, take Mary away." "More." Ulysses escorts Jocasta into the room. She asks, "Why would they bring the negro who attacked Byrnes here? Ulysses?" "Heal him? Why on earth would she do such a thing? Did ye no intend to aid Byrnes?" Jamie answers her, "Byrnes and his men wrongfully impaled the lad. Well his wounds dinna compare to what was done to Rufus." "It is regrettable that he was treated with such violence. Byrnes and his men will have a price to pay for their savage deeds, but Jamie, he must be hangit." Claire tells Ian, "The top two instruments. In my box. Disinfect them first." Phaedre comes in saying, "Mistress, Lieutenant Wolff and Mr. Campbell have arrived. And wish to speak with you and Mr. Fraser." Jocasta replies, "Jamie and I will receive them in the parlor." "Yes, mistress." Back to Claire and Ian working on Rufus, "Hold them like this, and keep it open." "All right, Auntie." Jamie escorts Jocasta to the parlor, and Ulysses follows, shutting the parlor doors. Lieutenant Wolff is seated on a blue couch and Farquard Campbell is standing next to him. Wolff starts off, "Your nephew may be a landowner's son, Mistress Cameron, but it is evident he knows nothing of property, nor how a master of an estate such as this should conduct himself." Jocasta responds calmly, "An error of judgment, sir, which has been brought to my attention." Campbell states, "I understand yer duty to yer nephew, but ye also have a duty to uphold the laws of the land, maintain order, and see justice served at River Run. MacNeill is, at this very moment, spreading word of your nephew's exploits." Jamie says, "It's no concern of theirs. Rufus is under my protection." Lieutenant Wolff sneers, "Mr. Fraser, have you no modicum of respect for your aunt, her property, or that of her neighbors? Your error of judgment is grave, sir. If order is not maintained, there is no telling what riotous behavior could ensue." Jamie asks, "And what of those that mutilated Rufus? Will they not be punished?" Farquard says, "They have been jailed for takin' the law into their hands." The Wolff adds, "And you and your wife may join them for commission of the same crime, Mr. Fraser, for if your intransigence persists, I will insist Mr. Campbell draw up a warrant for your arrest." Jocasta states, "My nephew isna yet familiar with our laws, lieutenant. We canna punish Jamie for his ignorance. Please, afford me an opportunity to put this matter right." Wolff asks, "And what would you propose?" After performing surgery, Claire is attending to Rufus on Jocasta's dining table. Young Ian is helping her. "He's stirring, Auntie." She tells Rufus, "Take it slowly. Take it slowly. Take it slowly. There. There, now. You'll still be dizzy. Here, drink some water. That's it. It's all right. It's all right." "Where am I?" Rufus asks. Ian answers, "You're in the main house." "I shouldn't be here." Claire says, "It's all right, Rufus. My husband is heir to this estate, and he and I brought you from the timber camp. I removed the hook, and I've tended to your injuries." "Wh-why did you heal me, mistress?" "Well, why wouldn't I?" "You was there. You know why I was put on that hook." "That doesn't mean what they did to you was right." "Shed a white man's blood. Broke the law." "And we'll sort that out later. From what I can tell, that Byrnes is a son of a bitch. I'm sure you had good reason to do what you did. What?" "I never heard a lady speak like you before." Ian says proudly, "You'll no encounter many ladies like my Auntie Claire. I've heard her speak words fit to make a sailor blush." Claire asks, "Tell me, is there anyone you'd like to see? Do you have family here?" "My my family in Adjumako Africa far, far away." Ian asks, "You were taken from them?" "My sister, too. Abena. Men forced us from the trees where we played. Parted us on the beach. Forced us to ships larger than a anything I had seen before." Claire continues to sooth Rufus, "Shh. You need your rest. You too, Ian. Before you turn in, have someone come down and help me bring Rufus to my bedroom. He'll be more comfortable there." "I will, Auntie. Good night." "Good night." "Ulysses. It's late. Shouldn't you have turned in by now?" "Mistress Cameron asked me to keep an eye on things." "I see." "How is your patient faring?" "He's survived the surgery. I intend to do whatever I can to make sure he recovers." "Allow me to take that, mistress." "Something bothering you?" "Forgive me for being forthright, mistress, but persist along your path, and Rufus will face a fate far worse than death." "What do you mean?" "Saving that boy's soul is all that can be done for him now. Once the overseers come, they will tear the limbs from his body and leave what little is left behind as a warning for the rest of us if we if we disobey the law. It would have been better for us all had he had he died on this hook. Good night, mistress." Jamie asks Jocasta, "Must they stand there all night?" "Dinna be angry w' Farquard and Wolff. Yer actions havena inspired a great deal of trust. It was charitable of them to grant us an opportunity to rectify this lamentable occurrence." "Is there no other way, Auntie?" "No. If we dinna deliver what was agreed upon, Farquard and Wolff will be the least of our concerns." Claire is caring for a sleeping Rufus in her and Jamie's room, and Jamie enters. He tells her, "You have until midnight, Claire." "To do what?" "To turn Rufus over to be executed." "No. No, I can't do that." "I wish there was another way. Do ye think ye can heal him?" "I've gotten him over the worst part of it. There's always a risk of infection." "So, if you do save him, what then?" "Well, we we could say that he-escaped." "Condemn the others? The slaves working alongside him that day." "I don't understand." "It's the law. A way of ensuring no crime goes unpunished. If the guilty man doesna take his share of the blame, then his fellow slaves must be punished instead." They hear shouting outside and see through the bedroom window that an anbry mob of overseers and workers from neighboring plantations, including MacNeill who is carring a rope tied into a noose. Others are carrying torches, pistols, axes and bullwhips. They are approaching the house, shouting. Campbell and Wolff are on the front porch. The mob is yelling, "Mistress Cameron!" "Get him out!" "Mr. Fraser!" "It's the law!" Jamie says, "Christ." Claire is scared, "They'll tear him apart." Someone pounds on the door. Jamie tells her, "Stay here." And then he opens the door. Jocasta and Ulysses are in the hallway. Jocasta says solumnly, "It's nearly midnight. Ye ken what must be done." Jamie asserts, "That isn't the law. That's a mob." Jocasta reasons, "Yes, and they will burn River Run to the ground if justice isna served. Ye canna deliver the criminal from his fate." MacNeill, who is leading the mob, yells, "Mr. Fraser. Mistress Cameron! Mr. Fraser! Turn over the lawless negro!" He's pounding on the front door. Someone else throws a brick through the window. Jocasta is afraid. "Blessed Bride, yer wife's foolishness will get us all killed. I must address my neighbors." "Ulysses." He offers Jocasta his arm. "Mistress." And they head downstairs. Jamie says "Auntie" as he watches them leave. Then he turns back to Claire in the bedroom and says, "I ken ye swore an oath to do no harm, but Perhaps ye could aid him the way ye did Colum." "What?" "If yer oath is to do no harm, then isn't it better to save his soul then to have those men tear it from his body?" Jocasta and Ulysses come through the front door to address the situation. MacNeill yells, "Mistress Cameron, where is the negro?" "He must be punished!" Jocasta responds, "My nephew..." "Bring him out!" She continues, "My nephew, Jamie, is preparing to deliver him to you. I assure you, Rufus will pay for his crimes. Lawlessness wilna be tolerated at River Run." Upstairs, Rufus wakes up. "Mistress" "I'm here, Rufus." Outside people are yelling: "Bring him out!" "Bring him out now!" Jocasta says, "Blessed Bride, will you no allow me to speak?" "Get him out here!" "We won't wait no longer!" Upstairs, Claire says to Rufus, "Going to make you a tea. It'll help you sleep." Outside, Jocasta continues, "My nephew, Jamie, is a man of his word. He will deliver the negro at midnight, and no a moment sooner, as was agreed upon by Lieutenant Wolff and Mr. Campbell. I intend to serve justice, as the law commands." Upstairs, Claire searches for the bottle of Aconite from her medicine box and pours the liquid into a cup with hot water. Then she helps Rufus drink it. " Here. Easy. Tell me about your sister. Abena. What did you like to do as children?" Rufus smiles, remembering his beloved sister. "Fish the river at night for butter catfish. Abena's favorite." "Sounds lovely." "I still fish the river at night like Abena and I used to do long ago." "You love her very much." "I watch the moonlight on water, and I think, Abena might be somewhere under the same moon, and I dream I dream I might see my sister again one day." "You will." Claire whispers sadly, tears in her eyes as Rufus takes his last breath, just as the clock strikes midnight. "Send the slave out!" "Bring him out!" "Your time is up." "'Tis midnight, Mistress Cameron." "We're through waitin'!" Jamie starts reciting a prayer for Rufus, "Ah! I'm bending my knee in the eye of the Father who created me. Pour down from heaven the rich blessing of thy forgiveness. Be thou patient wi' us. Grant to us, thou savior of glory, the love of God And the will to do on earth at all times as angels and saints do in heaven." "String him up!" "String him up, lads! " Jamie carries the lifeless Rufus down to the front porch and lays him down. MacNeill and another man put a noose around Rufus's neck and drag him off to be hung while the mob cheered. River Run is not going to be the safe home they are looking for, and without saying a word, they both decide that they must leave this horrible place. S04-E03: The False Bride — Directed by Ben Bolt; Written by Jennifer Yale Inverness 1970 There is a Leyland moving truck parked in front of the late Reverend Wakefield's home in Inverness. The lettering on the truck states, "Bray & Son Removals TEL 031 556372 Established 1946 INTERNATIONAL REMOVALS LOCAL - LONG DISTANCE - SHIPPING - CONDENSED STORAGE Edinburgh Dundee Inverness License plate: CSF 2338" Fiona Graham (Iona Claire)) and Ernie (Ciaron Kelly)) are carrying boxes and plants from the truck to the house. Inside the house Roger Wakefield (Richard Rankin) is sitting down in an almost empty living room playing his guitar, looking pretty lonely. He says to Fiona, "Well, ho." Fiona replies, "Hey. Since when do ye stop playing when ye see me?" "Ah, just messing around." Roger stands up and puts his guitar in the case laying on the floor. Fiona says, "It was lovely." "Thank you." He picks up a bottle of liquor and a jar of salt. "Well congratulations on your new home. Salt, for life's tears. May they always be happy ones. May ye have flavor in your life." He hands the salt to Fiona, and the bottle to Ernie, adding, "You'll need a toast, of course." Ernie says, "Let's crack it open." And he pops the cork. Fiona looks around, realizing they don't have any glasses unpacked yet, so she says "Uh, hey, it'll do among friends, eh?" And then she takes a swig and hands the bottle to Roger, who waxes poetic. "May the roof above never fall in, and may we below never fall out." Roger takes a swig and hands the bottle to Ernie. "Here's to honest men and bonnie lasses." Ernie nods to Fiona and takes his swig. Roger looks around, saying "Well I better get going." He hands the keys to Fiona, who says to Ernie, "Roger's headed to America for a Scottish festival." Ernie questions, "Ye're leaving Scotland to go to a Scottish festival?" Roger expains, "I was invited to play." Fiona prods, "And?" Roger echos, "And" Fiona tells Ernie, "Roger's courting a lass in America. She's studying engineering at MIT in Boston. Ernie, be a dear and let the removal men know where to place the furniture. I'll see Roger off." She hands the jar of salt to Ernie who says, "Good-bye, Roger." "Bye." Earnie adds, "Good luck." And heads off to instruct the removal men. "Thank you." Roger looks around, picks up his guitar case and suitcase and says, "Well" Fiona asks, "When is the last time you saw Brianna?" Oxford during our summer break, and we spent Christmas together again in Boston, but it's been a while. We write and have the occasional telephone call, but, uh well, with my teaching and her studies..." "Ye have to tell her." "Tell her what?" "I may not read tea leaves like my grannie. But I can see ye're in love with her." "Uh" "Now go get her." "Thanks, Fi. I'll see you." Back at River Run in 1777, the day after Rufus died. Claire (Caitriona Balfe) is standing on the front porch looking very sad and upset. Inside, Jamie (Sam Heughan) is talking to his aunt, Jocasta Cameron (Maria Doyle Kennedy), who states sadly, "I suppose there's no changing yer mind." "Aye. We must leave." "I wanted so badly for ye to stay. I thought perhaps, in time, ye would begin to love River Run as I do and accept the ways that are different here." "I'm sorry, Auntie. I'll only be master to my own soul." "Where will ye go, Nephew?" "Well, we'll keep to the plan we had before we arrived. Take Ian back to Wilmington. He'll board a ship home, and and we'll travel west toward the mountains. I heard there's a-a town with a great number of Scottish settlers there." "Aye. Woolam's Creek." "Claire can practice her healing. I can find work as a printer." Jocasta scoffs. "Printer." "Now And I'll return this." He puts the pouch of money into his aunt's hand. "Ye may keep it." "No." "I insist." "I'll no accept what I didna earn." Jocasta gets up and walks away from him. "Dinna let yer pride stand in the way of your family's security. Ulysses (Colin McFarlane) will ready some horses for you and a wagon to carry provisions. That will get ye where ye're going. And he will provide ye with a rifle and some pistols as well." "I'm grateful." She opens a wooden box holding a pair of silver candle sticks. "And one last thing These were yer mother's. I ken she would want ye to have them." Jamie picks one up and says sincerely, "I'll treasure them." "No good comes grieving over what is already lost, but what I wouldna give to look upon yer face just once." She reaches up and touches his face and he grabs herh and and kisses it. Jamie is walking quickly through the house with Young Ian (John Bell) following close behind. Jamie says, "I already told ye no. I made a promise to yer parents to see you home safe. Ye belong wi' them." Ian doesn't think so. "'Twas a promise you shouldna have made. I didna belong to anyone." "Ye're too young to be on yer own." "I'll not be on my own. I'll be with you and Auntie Claire." Jamie is adamant. "Ye're going home." "Do you not recall that ye sailed to France when ye were younger than I am now? By the time ye were my age, ye were fighting a war." "It may have been a war, but the country was civilized. There are savages here and dangers we dinna yet ken." Ian states passionately, "'Dangers we dinna yet ken'? And what of those I do ken? The dangers I've already faced? I've been set upon by pirates twice, kidnapped, thrown into a pit, sailed through a hurricane. Before we came here, I saw things through the eyes of a boy. But the things I've seen have changed me. I'm no the same lad ye kent in Scotland. I'm a man, free to call the place I choose home." He hit his mark. Jamie understands now. "I'll not stand in yer way any longer. I'll write yer mother and father." "Hey, a man writes his own letter." Ian says very maturely. "Word of my decision to stay in America will come from me." "Go write yer letter, then. We leave today." Ian is triumphant! He won! Jocasta is seated in front of the fire, and Claire is let in by a house slave. She says, "I've come to say good-bye." Jocasta says sadly, "What happened last night I wish it had been different." "So do I." "I ken we're not of like mind, but I admire a woman of conviction. My blindness doesna prevent me from seeing how much you love my nephew." "It doesn't prevent you from much, as far as I can tell. Good-bye." She turns to leave. Jocasta isn't finished with this conversation. "You're doing him a great disservice, ye ken." "I beg your pardon?" "You're his reason he wouldna accept my offer. You've a good deal of influence on him, and he's blinded by his passion for you. If you truly loved Jamie as much as ye say ye do, you'd want him to be the man he was born to be, to have the things he lost in Scotland, the chance to be a laird." "You haven't seen Jamie since he was a boy, and you've known us together all of a few days. You know nothing about me or my husband." "I ken that my nephew's no ordinary man. To allow him to squander his talents behind a printer's counter. It would be a dreadful shame." Well, she tried. "Thank you again for your hospitality." In front of the house, Jamie and Ulysses are preparing for the Frasers' departure. Ulysses states, "Clarence is as strong and friendly and And loud a mule as ever God made." Jamie replies, "I appreciate it, Ulysses. He'll serve us well." Claire approaches, and Phaedre (Natalie Simpson) tells her kindly, "Ye'll find some oatcakes and salted meat for the journey among yer belongings, Mistress Claire." "Thank you, Phaedre." Phaedre and Ulysses walk back toward the house where Jocasta is waiting on the front porch. John Quincy Myers (Kyle Rees) approaches the Frasers on horseback, and Ian makes the introduction, "Uncle Jamie, Auntie Claire, this is John Quincy Myers." Claire says loudly, "Pleased to meet you." Jamie adds, "I'm told it's thanks to you we'll not be traveling with a foul-smelling hound amongst us." "Indeed." Ian asks, "What are you doing here?" "Your Auntie Jocasta tells me you're traveling west to Woolam's Creek. As it so happens, I'm going that way myself. I'd be happy to guide you into the Blue Ridge." "That would be most useful. Thank you, Mr. Myers." Ian mounts a white horse and Jamie climbs into the wagon with Claire. Clarence, the mule, and another white horse are tied to the end of the wagon. Jamie takes his tricorn hat off and waves it to Jocasta. Of course, she can't see it, but Ulysses informs her, "Your nephew bids you farewell, Mistress." The four of them leave River Run with a lot more than they arrived with. "Boston" Roger has arrived at the airport terminal and smiles when he sees Brianna Randall (Sophie Skelton) approaching him. She smiles too. It's a little ackward, but he says "Hi." "Hi." He reaches in, maybe for a kiss? But she hugs him instead, saying, "Uh - It's good to see you." "You too." "How was your flight?" "Ah. Bumpy. I mean, hopefully your car handles turbulence better than that airplane." "I guess we'll find out. North Carolina, here we come." ROADTRIP! They're in the car eating Dairy Queen takeout. Roger is driving and says, "These are the best chips I've ever had." Brianna corrects him. "Um, you're in America. Call them French fries." "Of course, aye, 'cause that makes perfect sense." "I can take another shift if you want." "Oh, I don't mind. I will have more of that chocolate malt, though." She holds the cup and sticks the straw in his mouth. "Mm. Mm. Mmm." "All right, your turn. A. Bree says, "The minister's cat is an androgynous cat." He counters with, "The minister's cat is an alagrugous cat. Alagrugous Grim or woebegone." Her turn, "All right. The minister's cat is a brindled cat." "The minister's cat is a bonnie cat." She says grinning, "All right, that's a draw. The minister's cat is a coccydynious cat." Roger asks, "A cat with a wide backside?" "No. A cat that's a pain in the ass." "All right, then. The minister's cat is a camstairy cat." She's smiling at him and he asks, "What?" "You're pretty. Even though you have ketchup on your cheek." "'Pretty'?" He wipes at his right cheek. "You missed it. - Here." And she wipes the ketchup from his left cheek. "I mean 'dashing cat' would've made sense for our game. 'Devilishly handsome cat' would be a worthy term." "Shut up and kiss me." She leans across him and gives him a big smackaroo, and he almost loses control of the car. "Christ! You could've run me right off the road, lass." They're both grinning ear to ear. Jamie and Claire are in the same spot 202 years earlier, looking at the same stand of pine trees and mountain in the background. The pavement is replaced with grass. Jamie is on horseback, carrying a long rifle. Myers is driving the wagon, explaining, "That mountain there the Scots of the region gather there in the autumn to trade after the harvest's in. I-I'm sure you'd find yourselves at home there. This area once belonged to the Tuscarora, but you won't see them anymore. The land mostly belongs to Cherokee now." Ian, who is riding in the back of the wagon, states, "Cherokee are great warriors, no?" "They fight well and fight with honor. And they do what they must to guard their lands from whoever has a mind to take 'em." Jamie says, "Dinna blame 'em." Myers continues, "It's justice for them. Their way of maintaining nvwadohiyadv, harmony on Earth." Jamie asks, "Ye speak Cherokee yourself, Mr. Myers?" "Oh, a bit." Ian explains happily, "Mr. Myers has spent time with many an Indian woman." "Oh, I don't recall as I put a number on it. Cherokee women choose who they marry and, before that, who they bed with." Ian states happily, "I love this land." There is some gorgeous mountain scenery, and a bald eagle soaring overhead. They are gathered around a camp fire, and Myers says, "I must part with you tomorrow and make my way to a trading house some ways north of here. I have tobacco for the Indians, and they'll have deerskins for me." Ian adds, "Mr. Myers has been kind enough to ask me to go with him." Seeing their concern, Myers adds, "Well, you have nothing to fear. The Indians who come to trade with the settlers are very civil." Ian states the plan, "We'll take the wagon and meet you at Woolam's Creek." Claire asks, "How long have you lived in these mountains, Mr. Myers? You seem to know them well." These mountains are old friends to me. And those who dwell around them near enough so, too. Not to worry, mistress, the lad will be safe. I promise you both. Jamie concents. "Aye. All right, just dinna get yer heids scalped." Myers gets up and walks away. "Uncle Jamie, thank you." "Go help him with the horses, lad." "Come, Rollo." Jamie says, "And we'll be at Woolam's Creek soon enough." Looking up, Claire adds, "It's all right. I rather enjoy being under the stars." "Aye. Are ye sure ye wouldna rather go to a place ye're more familiar with? Boston, say, or someplace we can start anew?" "Boston? That would hardly be starting anew. Not for me at least. I've already had a life there. And besides, it it'll be dangerous there soon. The tensions will be rising. That's where the Revolution starts. I want us to make a home together a place that's ours." "Aye." Jamie and Claire are both riding through the trees. Jamie is on a white horse, Claire on Myers horse, and Clarence is on a lead rope, carrying their supplies. They're talking... Jamie asks, "So she could have her own choice of work?" "Well, yes. In my time, women had more choices than ever. "Huh. And what was Brianna's choice?" "Before I left, she hadn't made one yet. You know, it's funny. I've always known what I wanted to be. It was clear as far back as I can remember." "Ye were born to be a healer, then." "I suppose I was. To be honest, I I worried that Brianna couldn't find something she was passionate about. You know, she'd try something and get bored and move on." "In this time, you're more likely to take up your family's work and be thankful for that." "Well, she tried studying history like Frank, but then she gave that up." "She never wanted to be a-a doctor like you?" "No. No, Frank and Brianna, they well, they spent more time together. I suppose they had a stronger bond. I think that's why she chose history in the first place. She wanted to please him." "Dinna fash. She'll find her way. Ye're always telling me how sharp-witted she is." "Yes, she is. But there'll never be a day I don't worry about her." "There's a storm coming. We'll abide in a tavern when we reach the town until we have enough coin to put a roof over our heads." "Or perhaps a quaint brothel." "Will ye hold that over me forever, Sassenach?" "Not forever." Jamie and Claire have stopped as the white horse has problems with one of its shoes and Jamie is working on prying it off. Claire is seated while they have a conversation. Jamie looks at the horse shoe and says "Huh? Huh." Claire states, "You love working with horses." "Ye asking or purely making an observation?" "An observation. And printing?" "Canna say I loved it. Was good at it. Kept my mind agile and my body in good strength, too." "Will it be enough for you now? I mean, you were also a smuggler and a seditionist." "A man should be settled at my age, you know? Besides I thought you said ye wanted to live in a town in the backcountry? Ye said we'd be safer." "I did. I just don't want you making this decision because you think it's what I want. There's a-a phrase that becomes important in America The 'pursuit of happiness.'" "Ah. Ye dinna think I can be happy unless I'm a criminal? I was an outlaw when first we met and an outlaw when you returned. If it was only me, I would live as one again. And when I was auld, I would lie under a tree and let the wolves gnaw at my bones, but it's not just me. It's you And Ian Fergus, Marsali. You understand? I would lay the world at your feet, Claire but I have nothing to give you." There's a loud thunder and Clarence the mule starts braying. Jamie states, "The storm's upon us. We'll make camp here." There's more thunder which spooks the horses. Jamie tries to calm the white one, "Shh, shh, shh." Then another loud thunderclap spooks Clarence and he breaks his rope and runs off, fully loaded with most of their supplies. "Christ. Stupid mule." But Jamie is in the middle of putting the horseshoe back on, so Claire decides to go after him. "I'll go get him." "Claire, he'll no go far." "In that case, he'll be easy to find." "Claire." Jamie calls out but she's already mounted and taking off after Clarence. Roger and Brianna have arrived at the Scotish Festival in North Carolina. There are lots of people and lots of activities going on all around a large clearing. In the center is a large stag made out of twigs and branches twisted together. Registration for the Calling of the Clans can be found at booth five. Over the loud speaker someone is announcing, "Daily dancing lessons will take place from noon till 3:00." Roger is wearing a kilt and Brianna seems to appreciate the sight. "My mother always said men in kilts were irresistible. She was right." "Well, you look lovely yourself." Roger is carrying his guitar case and they're both grinning. "Smile for the camera." "Hey, look, cotton candy!" Over the speaker we hear, "Don't forget that the burning of the stag will take place tomorrow night." Brianna observes, "I had no idea there were so many Scots in North Carolina." "They said it was settled by them in the 18th century. I hope it's not upsetting for you being here." "No, no. I just it does make me think of my mother. I wonder if she ever made it back, found Jamie, if she's happy." "I like to believe she did." Over the loudspeaker, "Scottish shortbread is now available for purchase at the marketplace." They approach an artist's booth with a sign, "Highland Clan Portraits". The Artist (Jamie Scott Gordon)) is working on a portrait, and Bree looks on. Brianna says, "Hey, I've always wanted to have my portrait done." Roger is less enthusiastic, "Ooh, that makes one of us." The artist asks, "So what clan?" "I don't have a clan I mean, I guess I'm a Fraser. But my boyfriend's a MacKenzie." "So then how about a drawing of the two of you? We've got a MacKenzie tartan you can wear." "Yeah, sounds great. Two MacKenzie tartans. Come on, we don't have a single picture of us together." Roger says, "Well, you better focus on my good side." Later, they're walking around and Bree is admiring their portrait. Over the loudspeaker someone says, "The haggis-eating contest will begin in 15 minutes In tent one." Brianna puts the portrait in her bag and they enter a tent where people are dancing. She says, "Well, that looks like fun." Roger asks, "The ceilidh dance? Aye, it's good fun. It's a bit tricky, though." Bree reads in the program, "Try your hand and feet at ceilidh dancing. Live a long and happy life." Roger adds, "Or die trying." She says, "Let's do it." "Aye." The Ceilidh Caller (Kirsty Stuart)) tells the couple ahead of them, "Go." Then she turns to Bree and Roger and asks, "You want to be next?" "Uh, sure." The caller asks, "Well, you done it before?" Bree answers, "Never, but he has." "He'll be a good partner, then. Grab his hand and spin for 16 beats." Roger grabs her hands, saying "Like this." The caller says, "Go." And they spin off having lots of fun together. Jamie has finished with the horses' shoe and puts his tools away in his pouch. He hears Clarence braying, and the mule wanders back into the clearing. He expects Claire to be within earshot. He yells, "Claire!" He ties Clarence securely to a tree, grabs his pistol and tucks it into his belt, and yells as loud as he can, "Claire!" Claire is still mounted, looking for the mule. "Clarence! Where are you? Easy, boy, easy. Damn it. Where am I?" Lightening strikes a tree nearby and it goes into flames, causing her horse to rear up. She falls off, knocked unconsious, and her horse runs off. It's nighttime at the Scottish Festival. Roger is performing with two other musicians. Bree is in the audience. Roger says, "Now for something a little different." The other two musicians leave the stage and Roger sings: "I once loved a lass I loved her sae weel I hated all others That spoke of her ill But now she's rewarded me well For my love For she's gone to be wed to another I saw my love Sit down to dine As I sat down beside her I poured out her wine And I drank to the lassie That should have been mine For now She is wed to another The men o' the forest Ask it o' me How many strawberries Grow in the south sea? And I answer them a' With a tear in my e'e How many ships sail In the forest? Mmm-mm-mm Mmm-mm-mmm Mmm, mmm Mmm" Brianna and Roger are walking together later. There is a wooden sign with a burned image of two A-Frame cottages in the trees and the cottage information, "North Carolina - Highlander Lodges - Est. 1944 - No. 10". She says to Roger, "I still can't believe what a great musician you are. What other talents have you been keeping from me?" "I'll never tell." He puts down his guitar case, pulls her in and kisses her passionately. Eventually he gets ahold of his emotions, pulls away, and says, "Well Well, good night, Brianna. Remember, if you need anything, my cabin's, like It's right here, so..." She stops him, "Wait, I I bought you something while you were getting ready to perform." She gives him a book, and he reads the title: "'A Home from Home: Scottish Settlers in Colonial America.' Thank you." "I figured you already know about the Scots in Scotland And your favorite beverage, Mountain Moonshine." She pulls a bottle out of her bag. "How did you get that? It's a dry county." "I asked around. Shall we?" "Maybe just a wee dram." He follows her into her cabin. They are seated, drinking. There is a deer's head mounted on the wall. Roger says, "His eyes are following me." "I know. It's creepy. I'll have to put something over his face before I go to bed." Roger gets up to get a closer view of the deer. "He's pretty canty-looking for a deer on the worst day of his life. You're half the deer you used to be..." Suddenly, Bree's blouse lands on the deer's antlers. He turns around and Bree is standing behind him, without her blouseon. "Christ. Well, you're a sneaky one." They start kissing passionately, both falling to the floor. Eventually he stops, saying "Wait." She's confused. "What? What's the matter?" He hops up and grabs a small box out of his jacket. "I want this to be perfect." "It is perfect." She is sitting on the floor still, with her arms wrapped around herself, self-consious. He grabs her blouse off the antlers, wraps it around her shoulders, and says, "Come here." He pulls her to her feet, then sits her on the sofa, and sits next to her, handing her the box. "What's this?" "Open it." It's a silver bracelet with an inscription on the inside. She reads, "'Je t'aime un peu, beaucoup, passionnément, pas du tout.' 'I love you a little, a lot, passionately, not at all'?" "Ah, it's from a French children's rhyme. They recite it when they're picking the petals from a flower. I mean, it was It was, uh It was just supposed to be a present, but you're right. This this is perfect. This whole weekend's been perfect. I want you, Brianna. I cannot say it more plainly than that. I love you. Will you marry me?" "Roger, this is very fast. Aye Aye, I mean, we can have as long an engagement as ye'd like. I just just I want I want you to say yes. I want to give ye my name. I want When the MacKenzies stand at the Calling of the Clans tomorrow For you to stand by my side, knowing one day you'll be my wife. I want to have a home with you. I want to have a home big enough for four or five wee MacKenzies, a couple of dogs..." "Roger, Roger, stop. I'm not ready for this." "All right, well Nae bother." He gets up and puts his jacket on. She comes up and kisses him. "Roger" "What in God's name are you playing at?" he asks, confused. She answers, "You said you wanted me. I want you, too. Don't you know that?" "Oh, ye don't want to marry me, but you'll fuck me?" "Oh, you can suggest such a thing, but I cannot say the word? If all I wanted was to have my way with you, I would have had ye on your back a dozen times last summer." She slaps him. There's blood on the left side of his lower lip. "If you don't care enough to marry me, then I don't care enough to have ye in my bed." "That makes no sense." "Well, neither do you!" "Roger, you can't just spring a proposal on me. I have school, an apartment. I haven't even thought about kids." "Well, then what d'ye mean by making me such an offer A nice Catholic girl? I thought you were a virgin." "I am. What the hell does that have to do with it? Don't tell me you haven't had girls. I know you have." "Aye, I have." "Then you're a hypocrite." "What, because I didn't want to marry them?" "No, because you'll have sex with a woman, but you'll only marry a virgin? It's 1970. No one I know is saving themselves for marriage." "So I'm old-fashioned!" "You're missing the point! The point is The point is, I didn't love them. I love you, damn it. But you don't love me." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." Claire comes to It's raining, and still thundering. She gets to her feet, still wobbly. She calls out, "Jamie!" Then looks around and heads for some shelter under a large tree branch. Jamie is despirately searching on horseback. "Claire? Claire!" Back to her. She unzips her boots (obviously the ones she brought from the future) and takes them off, pouring out the water inside. She scoots back, and touches something hard. She investigates and finds a human skull. There are wolves howling in the distance. Jamie is still searching, and finds the horse she was riding. He yells, "Claire? Easy. Easy now. Claire!" She's examining the skull, finding some major cracks indicating foul play. Then she notices something shiny, a rough gemstone, near where she picked up the skull, so she picks that up too. "Did this belong to you?" She sees someone walking toward her carrying a torch. "Jamie? Jamie. Jamie, thank Go..." She sees an Indian walking toward her [later we'll find out his name is Otter Tooth (Trevor Carroll))] His face is painted, he's wearing the gemstone she found around his neck. He fades in and out with the lightening. She asks, "Who are you? What do you want?" He turns around and walks away, and she can see that the back of his head is bleeding. Then he just disappears. Back at the Scottish Festival, it's night, and someone is playing the bagpipes. People are gathering for the Calling of the Clans. Brianna finds Roger sitting down on a bleecher, and asks, "Mind if I join you?" "Yeah, I didn't mean to" She interrupts, "Look, I'm really I really hate the way we left things." "Me too. Have you changed your mind?" "No." She grabs his hand. Then he drops her hand and says, "I can't do this pretend everything's ...I don't even know what." "Look, I never said marriage was out of the question." "That's enthusiastic." She tries to explain. "My mother married the man she loved, but later found her true soul mate." "So, what, you're waiting for someone better to come along? Is that it?" "No. That is not what I'm saying." "What are you saying?" "That maybe I don't believe in marriage at all." The Clan Caller (David Brown)) begins. "Let the Calling of the Clans begin. Clan Stewart." "The Stewarts are here!" He lights his torch. "Clan Gordon." "The Gordons are here!" He lights his torch. "Clan MacDonald." Brianna asks, "Roger?" "Clan Craig." Roger says sadly, "Brianna, I'll have you all or not at all." "The Craigs are here!" "Clan Sutherland." Brianna tries to return his gift. "Here you should have this back." "The Sutherlands are here." "No, keep it. It was a gift." "And Clan MacKenzie." Roger gets up and lights his torch, saying "The MacKenzies are here!" The Clan Caller yells, "Let's burn the stag!" The wooden stag goes up in flames as people cheer. Roger holds his torch high, shouting, "Tulach Ard!" It's morning and Claire wakes up under the tree. She notices her thick stockings, and looks for her boots, but they're nowhere to be found. She does discover some boot prints leading away, and she picks up the skull and gemstone and puts them in her bag, then follows the boot prints. She sees Jamie sitting near a small stream. He turns around, sees her, and runs to embrace her, saying, "Claire? Oh, Christ. Are you hurt?" "No. I'm just so glad I found you." "Oh, ye're the one that was lost, Sassenach. I'm just glad you had your wits to come back here." "Back here? What do you mean? I've never been here before." "What about those?" He points to her boots. "How did you get those?" "They were here by the stream, side by side. I wondered why you'd just gone off in your stocking feet." She asks, "Did you see anybody nearby or or anything?" "No. No, just your horse. And I had a devil of a time tracking you through the woods in the storm. And once it abated, I I followed yer footprints here." "Me too. I've never seen this stream before. And those are my boots, but I I didn't walk here in them." "Then who did?" "I saw an Indian or well, a ghost of an Indian." "A ghost?" "I found this skull. I think it's his. I think he used my boots to lead me Us here." "Aye. I suppose we should be grateful to whatever spirit brought us back together." "Jamie, those things you said yesterday about having nothing to give me" "Oh, dinna fash, Sassenach. Ye had a harrowing night. You should wash. Get some rest, mm?" Later, Claire is at the stream cleaning the dirt off the skull and makes a discovery! "Oh, my God. Jamie." "What is it?" "Do you see this? It's a silver filling. Something that won't be invented for another 100 years." "So he was" She interrupts again, "He has to be someone like me, someone who's traveled through time." Looking at the skull, she asks it, "Who were you?" They continue their trek through the mountains. At one of their breaks, Claire finds something interesting to point out to her husband. "Jamie, look." "Aye?" "Strawberries." "I havena seen any for a long time. Mmm. The emblem of the Fraser clan." They both start munching on the wild strawberries. "Mmm. Harking back to Monsieur Freseliere. Hmm. Came across from France took hold of land in the Scottish highlands." "Freseliere? Mister Strawberry? Well, he grew them, did he? Or was he just fond of eating them?" They both notice the absolutely gorgeous view. Jamie notes, "This might be the most beautiful land I've ever seen." Claire adds, "It's hard to take your eyes off it." "It's good land, no doubt about it. Now that, meadow below would do for a few animals, and and the land near the river could be cleared for crops." "I know that look on your face, Jamie Fraser. You're in love." "A good man would choose a safer path. And we intended to live in the town, not here in the wilderness wi' nothing. But what it is to feel the need of a place. But we'd have to accept Governor Tryon's offer and deal with the Devil. We both ken it." "For so long, I've I've dreamt of you and I having a home together, a place of our own." They kiss. Contemplating the future here. "Do ye trust me, Claire?" More kisses. "With my life." "And with your heart?" "Always." "Then this will be our home. And we'll call it Fraser's Ridge." S04-E04: Common Ground — Directed by Ben Bolt; Written by Jennifer Yale Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) Young Ian (John Bell) Adawehi (Tantoo Cardinal) Marsali (Lauren Lyle) Fergus (Céesar Domboy) John Quincy Myers (Kyle Rees) Governor William Tryon (Tim Downie) Fiona Graham (Iona Claire) Peter (Colin Michael Carmichael) Gayle (Simona Brown) Tawodi (Will Strongheart) Chief Nawohali (Wesley French) Governor Tryon says to Jamie, "Commendable decision on your part, Mr. Fraser." "One I dinna make lightly, Your Excellency." "Of course, what with 10,000 acres of his Majesty's land at your disposal, a Herculean task lies before you." "A task I welcome, sir." "A chart of your land. And my secretary can make arrangements for Mistress Fraser to be accommodated here at Wilmington while she awaits establishment of your new home." "It's generous of you to consider her, Your Excellency, but, uh, she intends to accompany me to help build Fraser's Ridge." "Well then, as you wish." "May God grant you the fortitude to overcome the hardships you will undoubtedly face in the backcountry." "I assure you, sir, she has a great deal of fortitude. She's a healer. She's seen war and plague. Couldna do it without her." "Mm." "You've found good men willing to settle there also?" "I have my best man in Wilmington putting out the word." "I would encourage you to, uh, take your time choosing settlers. It's very difficult to distinguish friend from foe. So-called 'Regulators' are stirring up trouble in the Piedmont Pitting themselves against my tax collectors. Brandy?" "Aye. Mm. Aye, there's talk in the taverns." "Mm, men of shallow understanding, who believe themselves the sovereign arbiters of right and wrong. What is wrong is their disorderly conduct and their continued failure to pay their taxes." "Can yer sheriffs not discourage them from taking matters into their own hands? Well, I believe that they too are exacerbating matters." "Some have proven to be dishonest. The taxes are not reaching the treasurers." "I see. I'm sorry to hear it." "It's not your sympathy I want, Mr. Fraser." "I meant no I'm simply grateful." "I gather you have supped with princes and paupers." "I have, Your Excellency." "It's said that the Highlander has much in common with the Indian savage. Do you think it so?" "Savagery can exist in many forms, Your Excellency. I've witnessed it in both prince and pauper." "Given your own worldly wisdom, I'm sure you'll agree that those who live in defiance of His Majesty are no better than barbarians. And often, the law is not efficient in containing them." "Aye. Well, there is the law, and there is what is done." "I'm pleased we understand each other, Mr. Fraser. An agreement with a gentleman is worth its weight in gold, especially one who knows the world and its troubles." "Let's hope the world keeps its troubles to itself, Your Excellency." I admire your spirit, Mr. Fraser. You're just the type of settler North Carolina needs." Claire tells Marsali, "That's the last of it." Ian grabs her bundle. "I'll take those, Auntie." "Ah, thank you, Ian." Turning to a merchant, "Uh, could I buy some bread, cheese, salt pork to take with us, please?" "Aye." Marsali, very pregnant, says, "I had a mind to prepare ye a basket of provisions, only the thought of it I can barely speak of a supper Without feeling as queasy as our time on the 'Artemis.' You'll have me singing, 'Heave away, my Johnny, heave-a-way.'" Claire chuckles and offers some advice, "You should chew peppermint if you can find some. And eat small meals often, even if you're not hungry." "Hm." Looking concerned, Claire asks, "And what's the matter?" Marsali admits, "I miss my mother. I ken ye don't care for her and that there's bad blood betwixt ye, but with a bairn coming I wish she was here wi' me." "It's not unusual to want your mother now. If there's anything I can do" "That's verra kind of ye. And there is no other healer I'd want by my side if things were to go wrong Only, there's deliverin' a bairn, and then there's raisin' one." "Your mother did a fine job raising you and I'm sure you'll do just as well." Jamie and Fergus come into the store, with Ian trailing behind them. Jamie tells Fergus, "Hey, I dinna want any settlers who may cause trouble." Fergus reassures him, "I'll be careful in my selection." "Find Highlanders, if you're able, and the men from Ardsmuir Prison. They'll be hereabouts. Bring as many as are willing." "I'll look for them, Milord." They've reached Claire and Marsali. Jamie says, "I, uh, I trust things are well for you here. You have enough money?" "Aye. You must not worry yourself, Milord. I've managed some work and with Marsali's sewing, we've enough for now." Ian smiles, saying, "Well then, the wagon is loaded." Jamie hugs Fergus. Marsali tells Claire, "We will write to you the moment our bairn arrives." They hug. Ian adds, "And we'll have a fine cabin waiting for you." Jamie smiles, saying, "The three of you can join us." Fergus and Marsali leave. Jamie turns to Claire, "You have that faraway look in your eyes, Sassenach." "Ah, it's nothing. I just ..." Reading her mind, "Marsali She's so radiant with child. She's almost the same age as Brianna." "Sometimes, I Well, I worry that it was wrong to leave her. You know, I don't remember much about my mother. But I know I missed her dearly when I had Bree. And now, I won't be there for her. Or a grandchild." "When I When I was without you, I held onto thoughts of your face, yer words, yer heart. I clung to those memories when I didna want to stand and I was thankful for them when I could. Our daughter will do the same." Outside, they are all packed up, leaving, as Marsali and Fergus look on. "You go on, Uncle Jamie. I'll be fine." "Aye. Dinna like heights that much, eh?" They approach a big rock overlooking a beautiful view. There's waterfalls in the distance, and a river. Claire says wistfully, "I'll never tire of this view. If this were a painting... People would say it wasn't real, that the artist had imagined it." Jamie says, chuckling, "Well, we're near enough ye might speak with God Himself. And compliment Him on His brush strokes." They hug, as Claire adds wistfully, "He has a certain touch." They are driving poles with scraps of cloth tied on the ends into the ground to lay out the boundary of their land. Ian asks, "Where now, Auntie?" Reading a map, "It's another 100 yards that way. And then we have to turn to the south again." Ian exclaims, "We must have placed 100 posts!" Jamie says proudly, "Well, this is ours. Wondrous, is it not?" Claire quotes, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing." Jamie asks, "Poem from yer time?" "It's a song called, 'America.' It has the same melody as 'God Save Great George Our King.'" "Ye're telling me the Americans stole it from King George and made it their own?" Claire laughs, "We did." Chuckling, "Ah... Heartily applaud it, then. Sing it for me, Sassenach." He drives another pole in. And Claire laughs, "No." "When you sing, all proper and polite like ye're in church, I must confess it makes me wanna do indecent things." "Like what?" He backs her up against a tree, laughing, "Where to begin?" She laughs too, "Well, the beginning is always nice." "Well, maybe I'll press ye up against my..." In the distance Ian yells, "Uncle Jamie, come here!" Jamie explains, "They're witness trees. Governor Tryon spoke of them. They mark the farthest boundary of our land." Jamie carves "F.R." into one of the witness trees, saying, "This will be a sign to all who pass that they're entering Fraser's Ridge." Jamie hands the knife to Claire, who says, "Here." Then Jamie steps in a pile of dung. "Oh, Christ." Ian says, "I wonder what animal left that. Maybe a raccoon? Myers told me of such creatures." Claire doesn't think so. "It'd take a whole family of raccoons to produce that amount. No, there are much more dangerous animals in North Carolina that could claim it." Ian asks, "Wolves?" "Certainly none as friendly as Rollo." He tries again, "Lions?" Claire chuckles, "Try not to look so excited. But yes, there are mountain lions. Uh, they call them panthers in these parts. And there are other wild animals bears. Though it might be a bit late in the year for them. They hibernate. They bed down for winter and sleep until spring." Rollo starts barking and Ian asks, "What's got yer hackles up?" Rollo barks some more and Ian and Jamie see five Indians approaching, but Claire is turned away and doesn't seem them but feels the tension, "There's something behind us." Jamie says cautiously, "Claire, put the knife in my hand and get behind me." "What do they want, Uncle Jamie?" "Suppose we'll find out." Ian states, "They look like Cherokee. The ones Myers dealt with seemed friendly. I'll go with ye." Jamie orders quietly, "Dinna move a hair. Both of ye, stay by the rifles." Jamie walks forward carefully, spreading his arms out, then drops the knife. "James Fraser. I am James Fraser." All but one of the Indians retreats, but he eventually turns around and leaves too. Oxford University 1971 Peter asks, "Why is it that grandmothers seem to be in the habit of dying just when my students have an essay on the poetry of the first World War to hand in?" Roger is looking out of a window, not paying attention. Peter says, "Roger?" Roger turns around, "Hm? Oh. Sorry, Peter. I'm a bit distracted and busy." "Well, old chap, if you foresee an opening in that chaotic diary of yours, then join us for a scotch and a smoke." "Mm." Peter adds, "Be like old times." Then he leaves the room and Roger opens his desk drawer, pulling out the book Brianna gave him at the Scottish Festival, along with the drawing of Brianna and him. Roger opens the book and starts reading, "'Mount Helicon, now known as Grandfather Mountain ... 'Settled in the 1770s by Highland Scots.' ... 'One nearby settlement called Fraser's Ridge provides yet another example of a Scottish name in the surrounding area.' While Roger is reading, we're seeing Jamie and Ian wrapping chain around a huge stump, with Claire leading Clarence who is pulling the stump out. Jamie is chopping down another tree. Claire tells Clarence, "Good boy." Ian has been clearing rocks and dumps some into a pile. Then he finds a stone arrowhead, picks it up and examines it. Roger muses, "Fraser's Ridge?" Then looks at the back jacket of the book to get information about the author. Claire asks, "Is that a cabin I see before me?" Jamie answers, "It will be, aye. Unless ye'd want to live under moss and grass the rest of yer days." "The front door, I presume?" Chuckling, Jamie states, "Aye, facing south. Catch the winter's sun." "What will that be there?" "That will be a shed for meat. We'll dig a shallow pit at the back, filled with embers to smoke what we can. Then we'll make a rack for drying. Myers calls it 'jerked' meat." Laughing, Claire explains, "We called it 'jerky' in Boston and it's damned delicious." There is a bag hanging from a tree branch. Jamie explains to Claire, "Ian tied our stores up. What meat we have will be kept there, away from animals, till the shed's built." Claire asks, "What will this be?" "Oh. Well, this this will be your wee shed, Sassenach, for your herbs and physician's knives and such. And when we have settlers, ye can bring patients here, if you wish." "You've thought of everything." "Mm." Sweet kiss. Then Jamie notices something, "Christ, the pole's crooked. The shed will be too. I canna have a crooked shed." Claire points out, "I hardly think the deer carcasses will mind." An alarmed Ian and barking Rollo run towards them followed by five menacing Cherokee on horseback. "Uncle Jamie! Uncle Jamie! They've returned." Jamie orders Ian, "Get behind me." The Indans throw down a bunch of property staves, and Tawodi says in Cherokee, "Nigada witsena! Nogwo! Hia gesdi yi ditsiwenvsv! Gohidi AniTsalagi gadohi aneho'i. Witsena!" which translates to, "Everyone you-all-go-awayh! Now! This is not your home. For a long time the Cherokee people live on this land. You all go away!" Then the Cherokee turn their horses around and gallop off. Roger is sitting at his desk and opens a large envelope, pulling out several pieces of paper, which he examines. The first one is a typed and signed letter from Karen Bailey. "Dear Dr. Wakefield, It was a pleasure to talk with you on the telephone. Thank you for your interest in my work, I am glad to hear you enjoyed reading my book. As discussed, please find enclosed a photograph of the deed for the land that became known as Fraser's Ridge, as well as a photograph of a nineteenth-cenbtury map which was produced of the area. I am also sending you some xerox copies of other documents relating to Fraser's Ridge that you may find interesting. I had a copy of an archaeological survey of the land available to me, which is believed to identify the location where the settlers first began construction of their buildings. I have included this for your reference. I hope you find this information useful. Please do not hesitate to contact me once again if I can be of any further assistance in your research. Sincerely yours, Karen Bailey" The next piece of paper is a map, and the third is deed, signed by both William Tryon esq. and James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser (signature is just James Fraser). Roger exclaims, "Oh, my God." The last piece of paper is a copy of a hand written letter dated 21st February 1769. It starts off, "Dearest Mother, I have some news for you which I am eager to impart. Our Jane was brought to bed of a fine baby boy ..." Later in the letter it says, "his wife Claire, a healer, who ..." Roger is clearly excited to receive this information. So he calls Brianna in Boston. "Hello?" "Brianna?" "Roger?" Gayle, her roommate, comes into the room holding a pug dog, asking, "Who is it?" Roger asks, "Is it too early? Did I wake ye?" "No, no, not at all. I'm up. Gayle and I were just gonna head to a rally in the Common." She mouths to Gayle, "It's Roger" Gayle whispers back, smiling, "Roger? Oh, my ..." She smiles and walks away. Brianna continues awkwardly, "How, uh, how are you? Is everything okay?" "Aye, aye. I'm well. And you?" "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just busy with school and all. I was just thinking about you." "You were?" "Yeah. Just Wondering if you had a nice holiday." "Actually, it's next week, but it's not really a holiday. I'm just heading up to Inverness to get the last of the boxes from the house. Fiona was kind enough to store them for me. I, uh Brianna, I have some news about your mother." "My mother?" "Aye. Remember the wee book you gave me at the festival? Well, I was flipping through it, and I saw a line Uh, a-a single mention, really, about a place called Fraser's Ridge. So I wrote to the author to find out more." "And?" "Claire found Jamie. They were reunited. They lived in North Carolina, from about 1768 at a settlement called Fraser's Ridge. It's not far from Mount Helicon, which is now called Grandfather Mountain." Brianna asks, "The place where the festival was held?" "Aye, the same mountain range." "So they were early Americans?" "Aye. I have here in front of me a land grant showing Jamie received 10,000 acres from the Governor of North Carolina." "You're kidding." "And a letter from a woman to her family in England which mentions a James Fraser and, quote, "his wife Claire, a healer. Bree? Are you are you there?" "I'm here. I just Roger, I cannot tell you what this means to me. Thank you for looking despite everything that happened." Awkward. "Of course. Well, I have essays to mark." "Yeah." "Good-bye, Brianna." "Good-bye." WORKING ON IT 21:54 Ian's asleep, and Claire and Jamie are in (HORSE NICKERS) (FIRE CRACKLING GENTLY) (CRICKETS CHIRPING) CLAIRE: Maybe we could build somewhere else. We do have 10,000 acres. No. This is the place Close to the stream where the earth is tillable and we're sheltered from the east wind. Perhaps we should move further away from the shared border, then. (GRUNTS SOFTLY) Something as small as a wee line on a map didna stop them today. If they mean to be rid of us, they'll come no matter where we settle on this ridge. And from what ye've told me, there are Indians all over these lands. So, no matter where we settle, we'll have the same problem. (SIGHS) You remember the skull I showed you The Indian I saw? I thought that perhaps he was the one who led us back to each other, guided us to this place. What if it was a warning? He's someone like me Someone from the future. What if he knows that something bad happens here? Ghost or not, Sassenach, I canna tell ye what it is for me to feel the rightness of this place. Wasn't just yer ghost that brought us here. (SIGHS) The mountain spoke to me. Trouble is, I canna speak wi' this tribe, tell them I mean to honor the boundary lines, be a considerate neighbor. Mm-hmm. Perhaps you should make a gesture of goodwill. Aye. I'll speak with John Quincy Myers in the morning. (DOG BARKING) - (WHISPERS) Shh. - (BARKING CONTINUES) Rollo. The Cherokee. (BARKING CONTINUES) (TENSE MUSIC) (BARKING CONTINUES) Where are they? (EXHALES SHAKILY) They took our meat! They mean for us to starve. (BRANCHES SNAPPING) Here. It's Finley. (HORSE WHIMPERING) Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. (HORSE GRUNTING) Uncle, look. This isn't the Cherokee. This is a bear. MYERS: A bear a-roaming, eh? A fearful sight to behold if ever I saw one. Doing more than roaming. It nearly cost me a horse. Come to think of it, the Cherokee did tell me they'd been visited by a Tskili Yona. A what? Tskili Yona. "Yona" is their word for bear, but "tskili," I'm less familiar with. I gather it conjures a notion of 'wickedness' or 'evil.' An evil spirit in the form of a bear, by my reckoning. They believe it's a a monster? They certainly believe it's something more than a mere bear. You'll take that meat since you lost your provisions. I didna come for charity. I came for counsel. And I'll give you some. Without food in your bellies, your minds will be empty too. Huh. Claire tells me it's verra tasty. You'll come by food again soon enough. Threats from Cherokee, however Well, that's a matter as requires more thought. By returning your boundary posts to you yesterday, they've given you a message. Hm. They didna get all of them at least. I was hoping to make them an offer, but I dinna ken what exactly. Tobacco is always welcomed. And you're in luck I obtained a goodly amount from your aunt. I'll be happy to oblige you a portion of it. I'll only take it if you allow me to repay you. And I shall take it to them at once, but I dinna ken their customs. How do you approach them? When you enter, if you want to greet them with respect, say, "Siyo ginali." Siyo ginali. Though the Cherokee are restless just now. I'm known to them. Perhaps it's best I take the tobacco to them on your behalf. Maybe you're right. Thank you, John. Truth be told, that bear may have been a stroke of fortune. I'd put off building your cabin until this matter is resolved. The Cherokee gave you a warning. Next time they might not be so courteous. YOUNG IAN: Uncle Jamie will be pleased. It's a good catch Apart from the leviathan that tore through the net. CLAIRE: You mended it yet? YOUNG IAN: Aye, almost. - (GRUNTING) - Oh. Good hand for it. Well, it's akin to knitting. Ma taught me well. Ye've to be wary of yer stitches Too close together and ye'll soon run out of yarn. Too far apart, and ye'll be walking around with holes where ye dinna want them. (CHUCKLES) I never learned how to knit. That canna be. Everyone kens how to clickit. I can sew a dress or a wound, but knitting is not something I was ever taught. What'd ye do for winter stockings in Boston then? I bought them. Everyone at Lallybroch knits from the time they can hold a needle. - Even Jamie? - Aye. Uncle Jamie knitted me a fine pair of stockings for my baptism. I'd be happy to teach ye. When I get my hands on a skein of wool, I'll have ye knitting in no time at all. At the moment, I'd better get these ready to cook. Aye. I'll look in on Finley. Do ye suppose the bear might still be roaming about? Uh, with any luck, he's gone back to sleep. But be careful all the same. Aye. You too. Come, Rollo. (CLAPS HANDS) (HORSE NICKERS) (GUNSHOT) A shame we canna eat wood or we'd have our supper. (LAUGHS) Well, fortunately, we've plenty of trout. (CHUCKLES) Ye ken of easier ways of catching fish. (LAUGHS) With that bear around, I thought I'd see if I remembered how to shoot. JAMIE: Seems ye havena forgotten much. Dinna think ye packed yer powder well enough. (UPBEAT STRING MUSIC) I've always marveled how soldiers could do that in the heat of battle. Aye, it's one thing when ye've all the time in the world (CHUCKLES) But when your enemy's charging at ye it's a different matter entirely. (GUNSHOT) (WIND RUSTLING) (TENSE MUSIC) (HEAVY BREATHING) (ROLLO WHIMPERING) (BEAR GRUNTS) - (WHINES) - Uncle Jamie? (HEAVY THUD) (ROLLO BARKING) - I don't see it. - Aye. Maybe we scared it off? (ROLLO BARKING FURIOUSLY) (ROLLO WHIMPERING) Rollo? YOUNG IAN: What have ye got? That's human. (MAN MOANING) Here! (GRUNTS) - Myers. - What's he doing here? (PANTING, GRUNTING) (YELPS, GROANS) YOUNG IAN: The bear. He's been mauled. Tskili Yona (FOREBODING MUSIC) ADAWEHI: Tskili Yona (SPEAKS CHEROKEE) (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) Tskili Yona. - YOUNG IAN: He looks so pale. - (GRUNTS) CLAIRE: I need my medical kit. We have to get him back to the shelter now! Tskili Yona. Tskili Yona (SPEAKS CHEROKEE) He has severe muscle damage. Ian, hold this. Apply pressure. (BEAR ROARS IN THE DISTANCE) - Where are you going? - It's still close. You'll get yourself killed. Well, if I don't go after it, it'll come back. - I'll go with you. - No. Stay here and help your auntie. You understand? Aye. (DRUMS BEATING) (LOW GROWL) (BUSHES RUSTLING) (RATTLES HISSING) (GROWLING CONTINUES) (GUNSHOT) (OMINOUS MUSIC) CLAIRE: I'd have to tie off his blood vessels. Hm? CLAIRE: He's been bitten. Well, what is it? It wasn't a bear. - (BUSHES RUSTLING) - (ROARING) - (SCREAMING) - (GRUNTS) - (DRUMS THUMPING) - (RATTLES HISSING) (BOTH GRUNTING, YELPING) (SNARLING) JAMIE: (SCREAMS) (SHOUTS) (GROANS) (WINCING) (RATTLE HISSES) (PANTING) (SOLEMN MUSIC) (PANTING, GRUNTING) (TENSE MUSIC) Jamie pulls an improvised litter containing the dead body of Tskili Yona into the Cherokee camp. Guns are trained on him. He drops the litter and says, "Siyo ginali." Tawodi asks, "You killed him?" "I did." To Nawohali, Tawodi says, "Tskili Yona (Flint Eagle)". Tskili Yona. He's only a man not a monster. Tawodi states, "Oftentimes, man is monster." Jamie asks, "You knew he was a man?" "Yes. He lived among us. He was once a great warrior." "But no more?" Tawodi explains, "He harmed his woman one year ago. He laid with her against her wishes. That is not our way, so he was banished, to live alone in the woods with no Cherokee. He did not accept this. He returned to us again and again, but we would not see him. So he went deep into the woods, and his mind was lost forever. Took the form of a bear. He became Tskili. He came to us again this year Destroying shelters, stealing food, but we could not kill what was already dead to us. Now there will be no more trouble from him." Jamie asks, "And from you? Will there be trouble for me for my family?" Tawodi sizes Jamie up. "Death follows white men like the Great Spirit follows AniYunwiya. Jamie is starting to understand them. "I'm not Tskili. My family and I wish to live peacefully. I give ye my word." Outside, back at Fraser's Ridge a few days later. John Quincy Myers is bandaged up and healing. Claire instructs him, "Try to walk a bit every day. It'll help keep your strength up." "I'll do whatever you say, Mistress. I owe you my life." Young Ian leans in, "We all do." Myers continues, "I didn't wish for you to be digging a burying ground before building your cabin." Jamie chimes in, "Ye're welcome to remain wi' us until ye're well." Four Cherokee approach on foot: Chief Nawohali, Giduhwa, Tawodi, and Adawehi. Tawodi makes the introduction, "Our chief, Nawohali." Nawahali speaks in Cherokee and Tawodi translates, "He prays that no more blood is spilled between us." Jamie says, "That is our wish as well." Tawodi translates Jamie's words to his Chief in Cherokee. Nawahali says to Jamie, "Yona dihi." Jamie repeats it, questioning the meaning, "Yona dihi?" Nawahali answers Jamie in Cherokee. Tawodi translates, "It means 'bear killer.' That is how you will be known to our people." Ian marvels at this, "Bear killer?" Jamie is pleased by this, and invites them, "Join us. Please." Claire and the two women in the group introduce themselves. I'm Giduhwa (Crystle Lightning). This is my husband's grandmother, Adawehi." "I'm Claire." Giduhwa tells Claire, "She had a dream about you. The moon was in the water, and you became a white raven. You flew over the water and swallowed the moon. The white raven flew back and laid an egg in the palm of her hand. The egg split open, and there was a shining stone inside. She knew this was great magic, that the stone could heal sickness." Claire observes, "She's a healer." "A very powerful healer. My husband's grandmother says that you have medicine now, but you will have more. When your hair is white like snow, you will have wisdom beyond time. You must not be troubled. Death is sent from the gods. It will not be your fault." "I'm not sure I understand." Come. (BIRDS CHIRPING SOFTLY) (CURTAINS BEING DRAWN) I think this is the last of them. Thanks for storing them for me. What do you think? (GIGGLES) It's very aye (SOFT LAUGH) So, have you spoken to her? For all of five minutes a week ago. - FIONA: It's a start. - (LAUGHS) First time since? Since my proposal, aye. And? How did it go? Fine no, I'm not sure if she was happy to hear from me or if it was the news I'd found that her mother, um (CLEARS THROAT) Took a trip and found a lost love of hers. You mean when she went back in time to find Jamie Fraser? Back in (EXHALES) What do you mean? These walls are no as thick as you think. I heard ye in the study with Claire and Brianna, speaking of the legendary Highlander. Granny was a caller at the stones. She led the dances. I ken all the stories of people disappearing. So ye knew? All this time? Aye. (LAUGHS SOFTLY) (CLICKS TONGUE) I suspected that it would take its toll on Brianna Parting from her mother. Aye, she couldn't stop worrying about whether Claire found him, so I kept looking until I found some proof she had. Brianna must have been thrilled. Aye, she was. I thought it might be a new beginning, or something, but then Ye havena heard from her. At least she knows. What? I wasna sure if I should show you. Granny used to help the Reverend with his research. I have some of her papers that I came across when Ernie and I were unpacking. - ROGER: An obituary? - FIONA: Aye. This ROGER: "It is with grief that the news is received of the deaths by fire of James Mackenzie Fraser and his wife in a conflagration that destroyed the home on the settlement of Fraser's Ridge. " (SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC) The date's smudged 21st of January, 1770-something. They received the land in 1768. So that means some time in the next 12 years, they die. For all we know, they died two years after receiving their land. They might not have lived to see it become America. Brianna will be devastated. I can't tell her. But shouldn't she know the truth? Her mother's dead, Rog She's been dead, Fi, for over 200 years. Brianna knows that much. This This will just break her heart all over again. Aye. I supposed ye're right. (MELANCHOLY MUSIC) (WARM STRING MUSIC) (AXE THUNKING) (YELPS, LAUGHS) What are you doing? Carrying my wife over the threshold. And this'll be the door, lined with hides to keep out the cold. (SOFT LAUGH) Ah, and over here, we'll have a wee pantry and a hearth, where I'll perform a hearth blessing. Perhaps you should start sooner rather than later. We need all the help we can get. Hm. We'll build shelves for our books, have candles so we can read at night. We could put a fine table in the middle for our dinners. And over there will be our bed(CHUCKLES) Facing east so we can watch every sunrise. (SIGHS) (SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC) It's perfect. (PHONE TRILLING) Hello? Hello, this is Roger Wakefield. Um, may I speak with Brianna Randall? This is Gayle, her roommate. Is this the Roger? Uh, it is I. Is she at home? No, no, she's not. She didn't tell you? Tell me what? GAYLE: She went to Scotland. To Scotland? Why? To visit her mother. How long ago? GAYLE: A couple of weeks ago. Thought you two would've seen each other by now. Roger? Hello? Um, thanks, Gayle. I'll try her again. S04-E05: Savages — Directed by Denise Di Novi; Written by Bronwyn Garrity Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) Young Ian (John Bell) Murtagh Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Adawehi (Tantoo Cardinal) Gerhard Mueller (Urs Rechn) Rosewitha Mueller (Nicola Ransom) Tommy Mueller (David Christopher Roth) Petronella Mueller (Marie Hacke) Patty Baird (Hilary Lyon) Tim Baird (Stuart McQuarrie) Tim Baird (Stuart McQuarrie) Tawodi (Will Strongheart) Hester (Laura Ferries) Bryan Cranna (Martin Donaghy) Ethan MacKinnon (Josh Whitelaw) Danny Graham (Samuel Pashby) Pastor Gottfried (Albert Welling) WORKING ON IT Rabbit. Rabbit. For the mother. Mother. Ah Tea. Ha. Thank you. This will be very useful for Petronella. Ah. Yes. I, uh I have a daughter, but she lives far, far away. Yes. Sassenach. - Mm-hm? - Where's my hat? I don't know. Where did you last see it? If I kenned that, I'd be wearing it. It's worn, anyway. You should get a new one in Woolam's Creek make a good impression on prospective tenants. Offering land without charge. Dinna see how the hat on my head'll come into it. Can you reach the jerky? Aye. That's the last of it. Well, there's more in the storeroom, if you get back before I do. Dinna ken if I envy you or not. Mistress Mueller's a fine cook, but Eh. Having to tolerate Gerhard Clarence is less stubborn and has more sense. I'm sure I can tolerate him long enough to deliver his grandchild. - The sow had your hat, Uncle Jamie. - Christ. Nearly lost a finger trying to save it. Ah. If I do return before you, Sassenach, I might eat that vicious beast. Hey. Aye. Come on. The sooner we go, the sooner we'll be home, and I love bacon. If you would, attach that to the horse, please. - Thank you. - Aye, Auntie. If the bairn does come sooner than you expect, you're sure you'll not wish me to return? I've been alone here before. Aye. Doesn't make it any easier, leaving ye. Here. What is it? Has Brianna a birthmark on her neck? Yes. She does, but I don't remember mentioning it to you. I saw it in a dream last night. A wee brown mark shaped like a diamond. It's behind her left ear. I haven't thought about that in a very long time. It's always hidden Behind her hair. Aye. I kissed her there. Did the driver wait for her, or see where she went? Uh, the log only says it was a one-way fare to Craigh Na Dun, ten days ago. There's not much up there. Uh, perhaps she was meeting someone. Can you tell me where he picked her up? Baird's Bed and Breakfast. 8:00 in the morning. Thank you for your help. Mrs. Baird. Uh, Miss. Miss Baird. I'm Roger Wakefield. I think, um, my girlfriend may have been a guest of yours about ten or so days ago. Aye, the American. Ah, reminded me a bit of Ali McGraw. - Sweet girl. - Right. It's a bit urgent. Was she Uh, how long did she stay? Oh, um, just Just a few days. And did she leave anything behind? Clothes or books or I No. Um no, nothing. Nothing? Thank you. I I was hoping I would find something. Mr. Wakefield, um, wait. Two seconds. She asked me to wait a year before sending it to ye, but, well, since ye're here now, and, well, I I can see she broke yer heart. Oh, look, ye're a fine-looking lad. Go and find yerself a good Scottish lass. Thank you. Yes, perhaps I should. Thank you. Bye. Myers spoke of a dozen or so Scottish families residing here. Aye. And the offer of 100 acres is likely to attract a fair number of tenants. Oh, thank you. It'll be good to have the company of families again. Neighbors close by. Maybe we'll attract a man wi' a a talent for chess. And a bonnie daughter, or two. Ye need but one, lad. Place these in the shops and the tavern, and encourage any Scots you may meet to attend our meeting tomorrow. I'm off to find a Graham MacNeil. How may I help you? Good day to you, mistress. Very good day indeed. I'm here to see Mr. MacNeil. I'm told he's the silversmith here in town. He's away in Cross Creek at present. Do you expect him home soon? Not today. Ah. Well, uh, Is there another man familiar with the trade hereabouts? Something very particular I wish to have made. No one with my husband's talents. Thank you for your time. Oh, yes. Here we go. Here. Well done, Mistress Claire. Had the baby not arrived so soon, I might have learnt the entire song. We say she looks like her papa. May he rest in peace. Do you have grandchild, Frau Klara? No, no, not yet. Then you will share mine. It'll it'll be hard work, as the land's never been cultivated, but any man choosing to settle wi' me will receive 100 acres. That's a very impressive offer. And no rent until the land yields a good harvest. After that, you'll pay no more than one ha'penny per acre per annum, in lieu of all demands, to me. A ha'penny for 100 acres? No rent? Good luck to you, Mr. Fraser. Ye're a farmer. Ken it by yer hands. Do ye no want 100 acres for yerself and yer family? Again, I thank ye, but no. Aye. And you? Tempting as it may be, I've found employment at the cooper's shop. It'd be unwise to leave now. Did six farmers just refuse the offer of land given without charge? There's no sense in it. Two. Bryan, is it? My father's name was Brian. You ken Broch Tuarach? No, I'm from Banffshire. Banffshire? Aye. Bonnie. Aye. Were you imprisoned? Tilbury Fort. Ardsmuir. Fought with Farquharson's regiment. Farquharson's? Then ye were to my left, Bryan. Aye. It pains me to refuse ye. Then why did ye? Some of us here have spent years cultivating land, only to have it taxed when it became plentiful. We must all pay our taxes. Aye, our fair share, but the governor's tax collectors came, hand out, time and again. When we didna have the funds to pay, they seized horses, livestock, tools, anything worth a penny. It's the cause of my taking up residence in town. Same for most of the men here. And all of ye lost yer farms to taxes? We gave them up. Better that than to continue lining the pockets of Tryon's dishonest tax collectors. There's a meeting soon, if ye're interested. Herr Mueller. How's the baby? She's healthy and beautiful and ready to meet her opa, and her I I don't know the word for "uncle" in German. - Onkel. - Ah. Thank you, Frau Klara. Aye, you're very welcome, Herr Mueller. You have a wonderful family. I shall be sad to leave. You're always welcome here. Thank you. I'll be back in a couple of weeks to visit Petronella and the baby, and you may send for me if you need anything. - Danke. - Mm. And Herr Fraser will be home when you return? I expect him back in a few days. But come, let's meet your enkelin. We've chosen a name. Baby Klara. Baby Klara? I'm so honored. Thank you, Petronella. Look. Cross Creek. Well, what is it? What's the matter? Savages. They steal our water for their horses. Water from the creek? Is that all? The Indians they mean you no harm. Herr Mueller, I know these people. Why not let them just drink and then be on their way? They have no reason to set foot on my land! Tommy, come. Stay. Stay! Herr Mueller! Herr Mueller, please! Leave, please. The horses need water. I will shoot! No! No! Stop. Go back in the house, Frau Klara! Tawodi, I am Claire Fraser. I am ganakti, like Adawehi. - Wife of bear-killer? - Yes. Please, don't shoot. Herr Mueller and his son They are good men. We do not expect to see you with I came to deliver a baby. Herr Mueller, please, put down your musket so we can talk. Herr Mueller, please. Herr Mueller is just trying to protect his land. Water belongs to no one. You're right, but he doesn't see it that way. Please, can you take the horses to To another part of the creek? To keep peace? I go, only because you are friends to Adawehi. Thank you. Thank you. What is he doing? No, no! He He is just giving a blessing for the water. It's just a blessing. Look, they are leaving. They're leaving. Here we go. Here, Clarence. I got something for you. Here, boy. Come on, lady. Time for breakfast. You have no idea you're just a Christmas pork chop, do you? Rollo. It's our house. It's not for you. Good morning, ladies. Come on. Tie it down tight. That's it. Three gatherings. And no tenants to show for it. Will Tryon demand the return of the land if we canna find anyone to settle with us? He willna have to. Canna pay the tax on 10,000 acres myself. But I can offer protection to our tenants from paying these illegal taxes or having their land seized. How? The tax collectors will come to me, will they no? 'Tis my land, after all. And when they do, you'll refuse to pay? Oh, I'll pay. A fair tax, and nothing more. Christ. The bit's broken. We'll need to get it mended before we can travel. Find a blacksmith. Dinna take no for an answer. Good day, sir. - I was hoping for a - My day is done. I'm tired. It's a wee task. Just a broken bit. Can ye mend it? - I suppose ye didna hear me. - I did. But I wonder if you could make an exception for a fellow Scot? I'd be here all night by that logic. No, no more for me today. Yer business will have to wait. Please. We have three days' travel ahead of us. My uncle will have my guts for garters if I dinna have this mended. What'll it cost to keep you another hour? Ye canna pay it lad. Away with ye. Ten shillings. 11? 12? That's robbery! If ye canna pay, then leave me be. Old Mr. MacNeil hasn't come home yet. No word when he might return? If ye'd care to wait inside, I'll serve ye a hearty piece of pie. A very kind offer, but my wife is expecting me home soon. I'd wager she's a good cook. Aye. Very. All right, lad. Any luck with the silversmith, eh? No. Pray nothing else hinders our return home. Feared we'd have to stay another night. I did too. That blacksmith was a tough old coot. Had to offer more than I thought. How much? 15 shillings. Did I hear ye right? Ye paid 15 shillings for a bit? 15 additional. Whoa! I paid him 21 shillings in all. That was my entire purse. He was leaving for the day. It was the only thing to keep him. What the devil's the meaning of charging a lad 21 shillings for a bit? Blacksmith! I'm speaking to ye. Murtagh? Thank the Lord. Jamie. Oh! Oh! Uncle, ye ken this old coot? Aye. Aye. I never thought I'd lay eyes on ye again. Hmph. How? W-what brought ye here? I came in search of settlers. I have land three days north. This is Jenny's son, Ian. Ian, this is Murtagh. My godfather. Fine lad. Drives a hard bargain. Uncle Jamie told me all about yer adventures together. Ha. So much to tell you. And I want to hear every word. Now, who are you calling an old coot, eh? Come on. There you go. Pastor Gottfried. What are you doing here? Frau Mueller sent me. Well, is everything all right? Tommy, Petronella, and the baby died. What? I gave them last rites this morning. How? The measle. Measles? But But they were healthy when I left them last week. I-is anyone else sick? Frau Mueller? I'll get my things and come to them, along with No! N-no, madam. Herr Mueller is not ill. He is How do you say? Uh, uh Insane. Frau Mueller worries he blames you for their deaths and is seeking revenge. Blames me? What do you mean? Herr Mueller believes you let the Indians curse their water. I told him, that was a blessing. He does not see it that way. I must find him before he does something regretful. Y-you cannot stay here, madam. Is there somewhere you can go that is safe? My husband will be home soon, and I have my rifle. I'll be all right. God be with you, Frau Fraser. And with you. Aye, 12 years, just a short distance from Woolam's Creek. Was it dreadful, being indentured? Aye, lad. Master Barker was no an easy man to live with, disposed as he was to violent outbursts. More than once, I considered severing his neck. Why did you no? The rich old bastard died, and his widow agreed to sell me the smithy. I reckon she wouldna have done so if I'd have murdered him. So he taught you blacksmithing? Aye. I mastered all order of smithery. Silversmithing as well? I can manage a bit. Can I ask a favor of ye? This was Ellen's, no? Aye. A surprise for his wife. Married again, did ye? Well Fetch yerself another ale, lad. I don't have any He has all our money. Here. Take it, lad. Keep it. Claire Claire came back to me. After 20 years. Some days, I still canna believe it myself. Oh lad! - And she's here? - Aye. Aye, she's home, in the cabin on Fraser's Ridge. And yer bairn? A daughter, Brianna. Oh. I've never seen her, but she's well, living in Boston in the year 1971. Oh Old enough to have children of her own? That she is, but she hasna had any yet, as far as we know. Huh. Brianna's at university. Women in the future are entitled to a great deal more than they are now. Well, any daughter of yours will be a canny lass. Will you Will ye return to Fraser's Ridge wi' us? We have need of a blacksmith with talents such as yer own. I have my forge here to think of. We'll build ye one. 10,000 acre settlement will have need of it. 10,000 acres? Governor Tryon must think highly of you. I'm mindful he's no well-liked around here. We have had trouble finding tenants because of it. Tryon's taxes have left many hereabouts aggrieved. You'll no find many Scots in Woolam's Creek willing to settle on land granted by him. Some of his sheriffs are corrupt, sure enough. Doesna mean the men should give up, and many Scots have prospered here in North Carolina. Come to Fraser's Ridge. We'll work together, like we always did. I canna go, mo charaid. I have work here. Grave work. Come wi' me to the forge here. We'll weigh what's to be done with yer silver. Afterwards, I'll take ye to a meeting. What is it, boy? Huh? It's just the wind. I'll find ye later. Bryan, glad you could make it. Tonight, we drink to the tax collectors. - What? - To the tax collectors? They didna take Harry's horse, nor Rabbie's cow, nor Johnnie's wagon from him. No, no, no. Lies. Not taken. Stolen from them, they were. - Aye! - Stolen! Stolen from us! And what's stolen from one of us, is stolen from all of us! Aye! Aye! Wish yer tax collector and yer sheriff a fine supper, a good bottle, and soft bed tonight, lads For soon, soon, they will have no peace. The day is coming! The day when we make plain our complaints and stand for what's right! Aye! We'll pay what we owe in taxes, but no a penny more, and no a penny less. The corruption of the governor's sheriffs and tax collectors must end! Aye! The thieving bastards should pay! Raise a glass to them tonight, lads, each and every one, for tomorrow, and from now on, we stand together! Aye! Ye'll need yer courage. A rifle or two couldna hurt, either. - Aye! - Time is coming when we will march! Justice! Good man. So, ye're a Regulator, then? And a leader, forbye? Ah, we dinna have leaders, lad. I'm but an auld man who's been through it before. Will ye join us? A gathering this size could well become violent. We risk what we must for our beliefs. Aye. But I've Claire to think of, and Young Ian. And the land. The grant came with my assurance that I would help quell any unrest. I gave my word. I canna in good conscience involve myself in this. I won't join you, but, uh, I wilna try to stop ye, either. I pray one day, ye come find us. Klara! Frau Klara! I just want to talk! Rollo, get back. What do you want? Frau Klara. You're alive. The measle I-I-I fear I come too late and it will take you too. Thank you for your concern, but I'm well. They are dead. The baby They got the measle, and I'm so sorry. I wish there was something that I could've done. There was no use. The curse was strong. They die very fast. Herr Mueller, measles is a disease. It spreads from person to person. Ja, it happened to me and my wife in Gunzburg. We were sick for a week. It's likely it traveled with you from Cross Creek No! Through no fault of your own. Nell and baby die very quickly. Too quickly. But their bodies were weak after the birth. They would've never survived the fever. This is not what happened. They die because of the curse. The savages hate us and want our land. It is them! They are supposed to die of the pox, not us! Not the one who Who believe in God. No matter. It is over now. I take care of them for us and for you. Baby Klara's doll Thank you. Adawehi. She was their healer. She was a witch, ja? There can be no curse without a witch. All they wanted was some water! Water is everywhere! The creek, the lake, the stream. They do not come to my land for water! The savages come to show that my land is theirs! Good-bye, Herr Mueller. Good-bye, Frau Klara. Rosewitha! Rosewitha! Oh! Sassenach! Oh, Jamie. Oh, Jamie. I'm so glad you're home. What's wrong? Just hold me. Shh. Murtagh! Jamie said you weren't coming! Is it really you? Well, it's not the boogie-woogie bugle boy. I can't believe it! Ah, lass. Well, you gonna invite me inside? Oh, come on. Roger, if you're reading this, it means that I couldn't make it back. I found out something terrible is going to happen to my mother and Jamie. If I didn't try to go and help them, I would never have forgiven myself. I need you to know that I cared about you very much. Please don't try to follow me, Roger. You once told me to think of my mother happily in the past, and that's how I want you to think of me. Good-bye, Roger. Brianna. S04-E06: Blood of My Blood — Directed by Denise Di Novi; Written by Shaina Fewell Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Raven of Keowee (Ajuawak Kapashesit) Cherokee Warrior (Jacob Pratt) Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) is sawing a log at Fraser's Ridge as Lord John Grey (David Berry) approaches on horseback. He dismounts and walks toward Jamie. "Jamie." Jamie turns around, surprised as he recognizes his friend. "What the devil? Well, what are you doing in the backcountry?" John explains, "Well, your letter painted such a beautiful picture of your land, I was determined to see it with my own eyes. And I have business in Virginia." Jamie points out, "Virginia's some way north, John." "True. Which is why I sent the men who accompanied us ahead to Woolam's Creek to make preparations for the onward journey. He's here with me. He's waiting by the stream. I thought I might have a word with you alone first before retrieving him, if possible." Jamie escorts him into the cabin, "Come on." Claire is at the creek with Murtagh. She filled a water bucket and is lifting it up. It's heavy. "Oh." Murtagh takes the bucket from her and grabs the other full one nearby, saying, "Here." "Oh." "Christ." Claire states, "Pride goeth before a fall. And a broken back." Murtagh points out, "Be thankful for the help while you have it." Both laughing, Claire states, "Perhaps you should stay. You've barely had time to complain at all. And Jamie's quite fond of you, I suppose." "Well, it's a blessing to see ye as well, Claire." More serious, "Having you here has really made Fraser's Ridge feel like home. Are you sure you can't stay?" "Ah, I have the forge to run. If I'm to stay in North Carolina at all, I'll need to pay my taxes. And ye ken what that means." "I do, unfortunately." "As we speak, two of our best men are presenting the governor with our petition for fewer taxes." "Your regulator friends?" They hear a frantic Lord William Ransom (Oliver Finnegan) cry out, "Help! Get them off me!" Murtagh approaches him first, "Ah. What is it, lad?" Claire assesses the situation, "Oh, they're just leeches. They won't hurt you." "Please, c-can you remove them at once? They're vile creatures." "Oh, they're not so terribly vile. They have their uses. And if you can stand it, it's better to wait until they drop off by themselves." Nope, that's not what William wants. "I hate them, and I'd rather not wait. If you please." "Very well, then. Murtagh, can you pass me a bucket? Don't want to waste them. They're very effective in reducing the swelling of bruises." William states, "I want my father." Murtagh asks, "Where is he?" Inside the cabin, John tells Jamie, "I don't know if he'll remember you." "He was barely six when I left Helwater. A lifetime ago. Best he doesn't remember. For his own sake." "Indeed. By the by, he insists we call him William now." Jamie chuckles, "We would be honored if you were to stay a while. As guests." "That would be delightful." "Is, uh, Isobel with you?" "No. Isobel has died. On the ship between England and Jamaica. She and William were coming to join me there, and she took ill." "John, I I'm sorry to hear it. How are you bearing up?" "As you'd expect. It has been a trial. For William, especially. He's grief-stricken. But I must keep my chin up for him." Remembering Isobel, Jamie states sadly, "She was such a kind soul. And a wonderful mother to Willie. William." "Yes, she was." Claire enters the cabin with William and Murtagh. She says to the boy, "Come along. We'll see what we can do. Lord John." "Mistress Fraser. Tis a pleasure to see you again." Surprised, William asks Claire, "You know my father?" "I do. The pleasure is mine." John is surprised to see Murtagh. "A reunion indeed. Mr. Fitzgibbons. Well, you appear well after all this time." Murtagh is probably even more surprised to see John, the former Commander of Ardsmuir Prison. "Tis the mountain air, I expect." To William, "I see you've made the acquaintance of our gracious hostess. Will you not also pay your compliments to our host?" William states, "I don't believe I've been given your name, sir." John makes the formal introduction, "How impertinent of me. May I present Mr. James Fraser." "Mr. Fraser, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." "Yours as well, Master William." Claire fills them in, "The young master encountered some leeches down at the stream. With your permission, I'd like to take him out to clean the wounds." John agrees. "Yes, of course." Claire says to William, "Come along." John says to Murtagh, "William is unaware of the circumstances of how we three met. I'd be grateful for your discretion in the matter." "Aye. Wouldn't want him to think you keep dishonorable company." Jamie catches his tone and says, "The past is the past. Lord John is a trusted friend. His kindness helped to preserve your life." "Aye. That it did. I'll say nothing of Ardsmuir to the lad." "Thank you, Mr. Fitzgibbons." That night at dinner, Jamie asks William, "Did you sail into Wilmington?" William answers, "New Bern, sir." John adds, "Governor Tryon was kind enough to offer us respite at his new palace." Jamie asks John, "Ye ken the Governor, then?" "Yes, we met some years ago in London. We're both members of the Society for the Appreciation of the English Beefsteak. It's a gentleman's club in London." "Hmm. Ian would love to hear of such a club." "Your nephew?" "Aye. He's out hunting with some of our Cherokee neighbors as we speak." "He lives with you here, then? I'm very sorry to find him absent. The young man for whom you crossed an ocean." "Aye." Murtagh asks, "The Governor's built himself a palace, then?" "Yes, when it is complete, it will stand as a symbol to stability in the Province. A true monument to elegance." Murtagh is not at all pleased by the information. "Hmm. Elegance? Where's the money coming from?" Claire states, "A rather untimely investment, perhaps. Well, given the debts of the Province due to the recent war." "I believe the Governor has asked the Assembly to allocate funds. Though it appears some here in the backcountry are rallying against the taxes levied to build it." Murtagh gets to the point, "Because the taxes are excessive. And rising." Jamie explains, "No doubt they feel a palace or a monument is not the best use of their hard-earned coin." Now John is getting a little heated by the conversation. "They? By they I suppose you mean the mob, for that is what they inevitably turn out to be. And take these 'Regulators' for instance. By all accounts, they're unreasonable and dangerous. A menace to the backcountry and given to causing disruption by means of riot. Have you encountered anything of the kind here?" Jamie chuckles. "There is the backcountry, John, and there is the wilderness." Claire adds, "Not likely to have that sort of trouble here at Fraser's Ridge." Murtagh states HIS view, "By all accounts, it's the Governor himself who's unreasonable and dangerous." John shares what he's been told of the Regulators. "Those Regulators tied a sheriff to his horse and marched with his beaten body through the streets of Hillsborough. There were women and children present. Would you call that reasonable?" Murtagh's not buying it. "Exaggeration and falsehood." "I'm told there were many witnesses. Have you not faired well in the New World?" "Oh, aye. I have more than rats to eat now, my Lord." Now William is interested. "You've eaten rats, sir?" Claire jumps in to explain, "Mr. Fitzgibbons has a very peculiar sense of humor." Jamie says, "Aye." And Murtagh winks at William and says, "Aye. Thank ye for dinner." He rises, and so do the others. John says, "A pleasant evening indeed." Murtagh just says "Mmm," picks up his coat and heads out the door. John says to Jamie, "Can I interest you in a game of chess?" "I'm afraid I dinna have a chess set." "Fortunately for you, I brought mine. I'd never travel without it." William asks, "May I be excused?" Jamie understands his need. "Well, there's a privy just behind the cabin, Master William." Appauled, "Outside? Won't someone fetch a chamber pot?" John says to William, "You must become accustomed to using the privy while we're guests here at Fraser's Ridge." "Yes, Papa." Jamie offers, "I'll show ye where it is." Outside, Jamie grabs a lantern. A horse whinnies, and Jamie speaks Gaelic to it. This sparks William's memory, and he says, "Mac? Is your name not MacKenzie?" "Aye. MacKenzie's one of my given names." "Then you are the groom at this estate?" "No. No, Fraser's Ridge is my land. But I tend to the horses, along with everything else." William asks sadly, "Do you remember me?" Jamie smiles, "Fondly." "Then why did you not remind me of our acquaintanceship when we were introduced?" "I dinna ken. Do you still have the wooden snake I carved for ye?" "I-I'm too old for toys, sir." Back inside the cabin, Claire asks John, "Where is Isobel's estate?" "Lynchburg." "That's, uh, Virginia, isn't it?" "Indeed it is. However, after I received a letter from Jamie with news of the land grant in North Carolina, I thought it wise to seek a trusted friend's counsel on the particulars of life in the Colonies." Claire's skeptical. "Counsel for you, or for the Governor?" "Beg your pardon?" She gets right to the point, "The Governor has sent you to ensure Jamie's loyalty. Well, he's already given Tryon his word." "Perhaps I've had too much wine, but it, uh Well, it sounded as though you're suggesting I'm here to spy upon him?" "Are you?" "If our stay here is proving burdensome, you've only to say the word." "No, it's no burden at all. I just wish I had time to make appropriate sleeping arrangements for you and the young master." Later that night when Jamie and Claire are alone together, she says, "It's hardly surprising he remembers you." "When the lad said my name My heart raced. I wanted to swing him through the air as I did when he was a wee lad. Not so wee anymore. Lad's sprouted, but he's still got that same cock to his head. Familiar fire in his eyes." "He is very handsome." "Aye. When the lad was near three, Lord Dunsany brought him to the stables for his first ride. He was terrified. Kept screaming his favorite word at the time mo. Mo." "Mo?" "Otherwise known as no." "Ah." "But after I put the lad on my shoulders and let him speak with the horse eye to eye, Willie embraced him. We couldn't keep him away after that. Even had his own way of brushing the horses with short wee flicks." "He obviously learned that from watching you." "Aye. His voice. When he asked if I was the groom It was the memory of a stranger." "He just needs to get to know you again." "Aye." "Come here." She pulls him in for a long kiss. Jamie says, "You know, I've been dreaming of a moment alone with you for weeks." Another kiss. Claire says, "Mmm. Isn't our guest waiting for you?" This "Hmm." is his. "Suppose he is." Another promising kiss. "Go. Enjoy your game." "Hmm." "But as soon as our guests leave, I'll be expecting your full attention." Murtagh is stuffing some food into a sack. Jamie says, "Save some for the rest of us, will ye?" "So ye continued yer acquaintanceship with the warden after Ardsmuir, then?" "Aye. He saw to my parole." "Grey's sympathies lie with Tryon. And with his dishonest sheriffs and tax collectors." "Yet my sympathies lie with the rats ye'll be dining on once again when ye're imprisoned for taking the law into your own hands if ye're not careful." "And we're to stand by and watch a man build a palace while others are left wanting?" "I spoke with the Governor. He wishes to address the matter and put an end to these complaints." "So he can carry on building his monument to elegance. And your guest keeps company with men like Tryon. The Governor has no reason to keep secrets from Grey. Talk to him. Find out what he knows." "I'll no take advantage of my friendship." "Friendship? With an English redcoat?" "Redcoat or not Willie needs him." "And what is it that concerns you so about a lad you barely ken?" "Willie has lost two mothers. John Grey is all he has left." "And how does that make the lad your responsibility? ... He He's yours, isn't he?" "Ye must keep this to yerself. Ye ken that the reputation of Lord William Ransom, ninth Earl of Ellesmere would be ruined. He'd lose all he has if anyone were to find out." "Don't worry about me keeping yer secrets. I've kept them, each and every one. Does Claire know?" "Aye." "When ye find the time, perhaps ye can tell me about his mother. Unless that's a secret as well." Later still, John and Jamie are playing chess. John sighs, and Jamie asks, "You sure you want to make that move?" "Yes." "Damn." Jamie knocks over his king. John picks up a bottle of liquor, "Damn." Jamie grabs another bottle, "Try a wee drop of this." John takes a whiff. "You're meant to drink it, John, not savor the scent." John takes a sip and coughs. "Let me guess. It's meant to be whisky?" "After it ages a bit, it might be." "Well, will you redeem your honor with another game?" "Ah, aye." "You can hardly expect the same trick to work twice, after all." John asks, "Do you feel yourself content?" "I have all that a man could want. Home. Honorable work. My wife by my side. Good friends. And the knowledge that my son is safe and well cared for. I want no more." WORKING ON IT 22:22 Mistress Fraser, your hospitality these past few days has been greatly appreciated. JAMIE: I'll, uh, escort you to the road that'll have you on your way to Virginia. I don't think that's a good idea. You're burning up. There's a measles epidemic in Cross Creek. Did you travel through there? Yes. Have I got the measles? If so, you must keep William away. CLAIRE: Open your mouth. How long have you been feeling ill? JOHN: I felt somewhat lightheaded when I retired last night. I awoke with a bad headache, but I thought it a consequence - of Jamie's so-called whisky. - Yeah. Well, I'll put some willow bark to steep. That will help with the headache. - JOHN: Aye. - But you need to rest. (SIGHS) He's very infectious. Thank God you had measles as a child. Murtagh, as well. It willna infect us? No, nor me, either. I've been inoculated. But William may have been exposed to the same source as Lord John and just not shown signs of it yet. Pass me the pot. I'll have Murtagh stay here with me. But you'd better sleep outside with William. You'd better stay away for at least six days. Hopefully by then, John will be well on his way to recovery. Or I'll take the lad for a tour. Show him Fraser's Ridge. I'll look after him. JAMIE: Master William. William, mount up? I'm not leaving. Come on. Here, no, no. Come Don't kick. It's ill-mannered. Now get up. - Ah! - (SIGHS) It's very loyal of ye to want to stay with your father, but ye canna help him. (GRUNTING) You may do yourself harm by staying. And don't try it. I dinna want to tie your feet to the stirrups, but I will. Make no mistake. You, sir, are a lout. (FIDDLE MUSIC) Ye still have a way with horses. Ye see these initials? You'll find similar markings all along this area. They serve as a Treaty Line between Indian land and the King's land. Ye must always stay on this side of the marked trees. WILLIAM: Why are the savages permitted to remain on the land? JAMIE: Well, they were here first. The Crown has already taken most of it from them. The Indians respect the King's land, and we must respect theirs. These Indians, they are agreeable? Ah, some. But they can be fierce when provoked. Have you ever seen such a glorious thing before, sir? Never. (COUGHING) CLAIRE: Get you some tea. I'm most grateful mistress Fraser. Claire. Isobel truly believed a cup of tea could cure any ill. I'm sorry. I had meant to offer you my condolences on the loss of your wife. Thank you. Yeah, we had known each other all our lives. (CHUCKLES) She might as well have been my sister. She satisfied with that? To be your sister? You cannot be at all a comfortable woman to live with. I believe she was satisfied with the life she lived. She never said that she was not. I was an adequate husband to her. In all ways. That's not for me to judge. But you don't approve, because if you did, you could not keep thinking of me as you choose to. You shouldn't presume to know what I think. You're envious of the time Jamie and I shared together and with William. You're envious of the fact that I'm raising Jamie's son. Are you not? We have a daughter. Her name is Brianna. She's grown up now. She lives in Boston. But we were robbed of the opportunity to raise her together because of Culloden. I meant no offense. No, but you did mean to imply that you and Jamie have something together that we did not. Perhaps you're right about that. Let me ask you, what if your son takes a good look at Jamie's face and sees his own? If he did learn that he'd been lied to his entire life, he'd be devastated. So I can't for the life of me understand your motivation for coming here. The obvious. To allow Jamie to see the boy. Or the other obvious. To allow you to see Jamie. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) You are a rather remarkable woman. In what way? You are neither circumspect nor circuitous. I don't believe I've ever met anyone so devastatingly straightforward, male or female. Well, it's not by choice. I was born that way. So was I. I don't understand why they're not taking the bait. Because that's a fly. Yes, one of the very best. Aye. But it's the wrong time of year. The fish are wise enough to ken flies are no here. Try a worm. I don't use worms, sir. Ye did when ye were younger. D'ye not recall? After heavy rains at Helwater, we'd gather the wee beasties. I do remember some such thing. But I prefer fishing with a fly. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) The Indians dinna bother with line and hook. (GRUNTS) Sometimes they they place branches to stop the fish from crossing. Then they stand with sharp sticks, spearing them. What are you doing? Catching our dinner. Highlanders can catch fish with bare hands and a tickle. A tickle? Please, sir, I'm not a child. (LAUGHS) There. Ah, yeah. Now, we'll have to make camp for the night. Rise before dawn to find the best deer. Oh! Are we to hunt deer? Stand down, William. It was clearly a stag. Now you've let it get away. The distance was too great for a rifle. I could have injured it. Aye, and made it suffer. Ye shoot to kill. Ye ken how to deliver a fatal shot? Yes, sir. A-Aim for the heart. There. Easy. Easy. Take aim. (GASPS) (LAUGHS) Well done, lad. Tha-thank you, sir. (CHUCKLES) Where are you going? I-I'm allowing you time to dress the deer. Yer servants may have dressed the game at home, but here in the New World, we're no hunting for sport. Ye dinna prepare the gralloch, ye dinna eat. Come here. You begin here. (GRUNTS) Angle your knife up like this, then cut down the middle. And be sure to pull the meat away from the offal as ye cut it. Mistress Fraser will be upset if you damage the intestines. She uses them for healing. And I need a new bow string. (GRUNTS) That's it. Mebbe ye're not quite old enough. WILLIAM: (GRUNTS) That's it. Good lad. JAMIE: How's the liver? Delicious, sir. (LAUGHS) Aye. Yeah, my dad always said it tastes better when you've earned every bite. Willie? (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (SNIFFS) - Master William? - Yes? Do you feel unwell? Are ye warm or feverish? I'm quite well, sir. (SNIFFS) Those dried apples no sit well? I have a potion that will cure ills of the stomach. JAMIE: (CHUCKLES) (GRUNTS) It'll no take long to brew. JAMIE: (GRUNTS) Claire made it. She's a fine healer. She said Papa would live. She She gave me her word. Then you may depend upon it. I've had enough of sleeping under the stars as savages do. I want to go home. Dinna fash, my Lord. We'll begin our journey home in the morning. I I want to see my papa now. It's too dark. This is all your fault. If my papa hadn't come to visit you, he never would have fallen ill. And Now he's going to die. (GASPS) Oh, God. (GASPS) Oh, God. My head will surely split. (GASPING) Here, let me try some acupressure. Ah! See if it won't ease the pain. (GROANS) That's it. (GROANS) Am I to die today? Your temperature's very high. We need to bring it down. (WATER DRIPPING) I need to make a confession. When I heard that Isobel had died I felt nothing. We shared a life. I should have felt something. But I didn't. Just relax. You asked me why I came here. I came to see whether I can still feel. Whether it is my feelings that have died Or only Isobel. And? I can still feel shame, at least. (GASPS) Oh, it's hard. It's hard watching you with him. Oh (GASPS) (WATER DRIPPING) Why torture yourself? Surely you knew coming here that you could never have him. Oh, I could have had him. What? In exchange for my commitment to serve as William's father Jamie offered himself to me. Of course I refused. I would never take him on those terms. You should stop talking. You need your rest. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Willie? William! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) William? Look what I found. You shouldn't be here. It's to break our fast. I thought I told you Savages. Stay calm. (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) The boy took fish from the place of the Cherokee. He must pay with his blood. No, no, no! The boy is my son! His blood is my blood. Take mine instead. (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) I won't go without you. Yes, you will. Follow the stream back to Fraser's Ridge. May the Lord protect her, her and the children. No, no, he's not my father! He's not my father! He showed me the boundaries, but I did not respect them. I alone stole your fish. (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) JAMIE: Stand down, Willie. No. No, no! Willie, no! JAMIE: No! (SPEAKING CHEROKEE) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) I dinna ken the meaning of all they're saying, but I believe their mercy was due to you. Your courage. I must beg your forgiveness. My lack of discretion, it pierces my very core. You were very ill. It's no excuse. But you were wrong. Knowing you have Jamie and I never will is not that which grieves me. It's a truth to which I am reconciled. It's witnessing the satisfaction on your face that wounds me. Something I could never give Isobel. Do you know what it's like to love someone and never be able to give them happiness? Not through any fault of yours or theirs, but simply because you were not born the right person for them? I understand. All too well. When I thought Jamie was dead, I I was married to another man. Oh, a good man. But I must ask for your forgiveness, too. You were right. I suppose I am envious of the time you spent with Jamie. We were deprived of 20 years together. Now that you've come here And seen him (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Do you still have feelings? I do. Yes. God help me. When you said you have nothing of Jamie, you're wrong. You have William. WILLIAM: Do you remember the day you left Helwater? Aye. I ran to you. But you did not look back at me. Why did you not look back at me? I wanted to. I didn't look because I didn't want to give ye false hope. I never expected to see you again. William. Here. (KNOCKING) (DOOR OPENS) He's well. And no longer contagious. JAMIE: All right, lad. Papa. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) I trust he was well-behaved for you. William was a very brave travel companion. You've raised him well. You're a good father. You're fortunate to have each other. JOHN: How can I repay your kindness? You can get plenty of rest. And eat well. Lots of carrots and squash and liver. And Don't lose hope. You, too, deserve to have the look of satisfaction on your face. Ye sure ye remember the way? Yes, sir. I'd be delighted if you accept this. Your chess set? - No, John, I canna - Please. It will give me great pleasure to think of you having a game now and then. Perhaps you'll teach your nephew. I look forward to it. I'm afraid the time has come to bid you all farewell. A pleasure, Mistress Fraser. (CHUCKLES) The pleasure is all mine. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Good luck to you both. (SPEAKING GAELIC) CLAIRE: Well, I hope Murtagh comes to see us again soon. He'll no stay away now he's had a taste of your fine cooking. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. So often I've burned for ye. But this water on your skin (BOTH CHUCKLE) Caressing you. Hmm. Makes me jealous of the rain itself. Hmm. Mmm. Your kisses raining down on me Mmm. Is it a drizzle or a torrent? I'll bathe you in them. (MOANS) Then I should hurry up. Ye have no need of cloth tonight, Sassenach. Well, that's not fair. You're still fully clothed. Ah. There are times when a husband kens best. And I am your husband. Though ye'd never ken it. I don't need a ring to know how much you love me. No. But it helps. (GASPS) CLAIRE: Jamie. It's so beautiful. Where is it from? I had Murtagh make it. From one of the silver candlesticks. I ken my mother would give her blessing to fashion part of it into a ring for ye. She would be proud to know that she raised such a thoughtful son. Oh, there's an inscription. (SPEAKING LATIN) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Give me 1,000 kisses. And I'll give you 1,000 more. Mmm. Hmm. One. Oh. Two. (CHUCKLES) Three. Five. (LAUGHS) Five? (BOTH LAUGHING) Time is not a reality. It's a concept or a measure. There's going to be a fire. I can prevent their death, if I go to them now. I'd like to by passage on the Phillip Alonzo. A wise man beyond his power to the gods. But on this ship Everything is in my power. Do you hear that? S04-E07: Down the Rabbit Hole — Directed by Jennifer Getzinger; Written by Shannon Goss Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) is walking across a vast expanse of uninhabited terrain, dressed oddly. She slips down a ravine and twists her ankle badly. She must keep moving even though she can't put much weight on her wounded ankle. And she's clearly in quite a bit of pain. She stops at a stream to soak it in the frigid water. She stops for the night and makes a fire. Eventually she sees a house in the distance, but she's so exhausted, she just can't make it there and gives up. Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) and Fiona Buchan (Iona Claire) are walking up to Craig na Dun, and Roger quotes, "'Time is not a reality, but a concept or a measure.' So says the Greek orator, Antiphon." Fionna remarks, "Well, for yer sake, I hope that time travel is a reality, otherwise you'll have shaved your beard for nothing. D'ye have everything?" "Aye. Money, map, compass, knife. Gemstone. Do you hear that?" "The stones dinna call to me." Frank (Tobias Menzies) is lifting a sleepy young Brianna (8-10) (Gemma Fray) out of the car. "Shh, it's all right, sweetheart. We are home now. There we go." Brianna is waking up in a bed and Laoghaire (Nell Hudson) says, "Lass?" "Where am I?" "Ye're in my home. Ye were lying in the moss, cold as ice. We had no choice but to bring ye home wi' us." "Here. I've, uh, brought ye some morsels to eat." "Thank you. This is the best chicken I've ever tasted." Laoghaire laughs at that remark, "If only. Thank ye. 'Tis roasted pigeon." "It's not prepared this way in England." "Oh, ye've come from England? You've an unusual accent. And ye're all alone?" Brianna answers, "I'm, um, I'm trying to reach Ayr Harbor. My parents are in the Americas. I'm going to meet them there." Joan (Layla Burns) blurts out, "Marsali's in North Carolina." Laoghaire explains, "My eldest daughter. She's marrit now." Joan adds emphatically, "To a frog!" Laoghaire laughs, "Aye, he is at that, but he's also the father of my grandchild. Ye're a fair way from any harbor I know of, lass. Were ye truly of a mind to walk by yerself?" Brianna replies, "I, uh, was hoping to catch a ride with someone on the road." Laoghaire makes the introductions. "I'm Laoghaire, and this is my daughter, Joanie." "Uh, Brianna." "Dinna fash, Brianna. Ye may stay as long as ye need. Have some rest now." Ian Murray (Steven Cree) enters Balriggan, "A good evening to you, Mistress." Laoghaire is miffed. "I was expecting ye earlier." "Aye, I was detained." "Ye best have good news for me tonight, Ian Murray. I canna take much more of this." "I ken it's no what you're expecting." He hands her a bag of coins. "It's not half of what he owes me." "I beg you to be reasonable, Mistress. You'll have your money as soon as he's able to send it. He's an honorable man." Laoghaire blows up. "Honorable? Is it honorable to commit bigamy, then? Desert his wife and children?" Claire (Caitriona Balfe) and Frank are arguing off camera, "It's my graduation for God's sake, Frank. You humiliated me in front of my new colleagues." "Well, welcome to the club." "What the hell does that mean?" Frank shushes her, "Keep your voice down. You'll wake Brianna." More quietly, "What does that mean? " "It means you're not as good an actress as you think you are, Claire." "You knew how important today was to me." Laoghaire tells Ian, "I've been living in drag, eating nothing but scraps. It's not right. He promised more than this." Ian replies, "Mistress, he's doing the best that he can. If you'd only give him a bit more time." "I married him in good faith, and he promised me payment for the wrong he did to me. Running away with that heathen and leaving me here to rot." "Laoghaire, you ken he's a man of his word. If he had more, he'd send more." Laoghaire states angrily, "I'm tired of his excuses. We canna eat excuses. We're in need of the money." They hear the floorboard creak, and Ian asks, "Who's the lass?" Laoghaire sighs and answers, "A traveler I took in. Pitiful sight she was. Cold and weary, could barely stand on her feet." "A-Apologies, lass. I didna mean to awaken ye." Brianna says, "No, I'm sorry to interrupt." Ian notices her accent. "An outlander? Look, it's nae bother." Laoghaire states, "Ye need rest. Have another lie down." Ian feels sorry for Laoghaire. "We dinna want to see ye goin' without. Take this for now." "Oh, no, no. I'll no take a penny from you. I want his money. I still have my pride." Brianna enters the garden where Laoghaire and Joan are working. "Good morning." Laoghaire greets her, "Oh, good morning to you, lass. Keeps the garden lookin' neat. Though if I'd kent I was to have a visitor, I'd have ..." "I hope you'll forgive the intrusion yesterday." "What?" "No, it's me who's intruding. You've been so kind." Laoghaire says, "You must have thought me uncouth. To be in my parlor, arguin' with a man." Brianna asks, "Is he your husband?" "Oh, no. No, a a messenger only. Comes bearin' ill tidings each month (SIGHS) Kin of my former husband. Comes to remind that the money I am owed wilna be paid." "Sorry. That must be difficult." "Times are hard. I wilna lie. The dress fits you well. Ye're nearly the same size as my Marsali. Och, wi' yer own garment all in tatters and not fit to keep ye warm Something woolen'll serve you much better for yer voyage at sea." "Thank you." "I hope someone would do the same fer my girls. 'Tis flattering indeed. Is it no, Joanie? Soon ye'll be grown enough fer a dress such as this, and leave me to get married, no doubt." Joan asks Brianna shyly, "Will ye help me with the garden?" Laoghaire says, "Now there's a thought. I'll put on some stew." Brianna asks Joan, "Is it your father who doesn't send the money?" "My Da. Aye. I call him Da, but my own father left when I was wee. I dinna remember him." Brianna asks her, "Do you ever put flowers in your hair?" Joan laughs, "No, not this time o' year." Brianna says, "Here. I'll do it for you. Such a beautiful color." "Like yours." "I'm told it's like my father's, but I've never met him." Joan says, "Ma says that men are louts. Do ye ken if he's a lout?" "I-I don't know. I don't think he is. I hope to find out for myself one day. Is it your Da she thinks is a lout?" "He was good and kind to me always, but he broke Ma's heart. He didna love her as she loved him." "I could say the same about the man who raised me. My mother didn't love him the way same way in return." Frank is lounging on a couch in his office, looking dejected, and there's loud knocking on the door. "Uh, it's open." Brianna comes in, "Why aren't you answering the phone? Are you gonna stay at the office all night? What is going on with you?" She picks up a copy of the Wilmington Gazette article about Claire and Jamie dying in the fire at Fraser's Ridge. "What's this?" "That is research from a colleague in Scotland." "Who died?" "Um it's complicated." "Well, do you wanna talk about it? I mean, 'complicated' is a relative term, Daddy. It all depends on your perspective." "My daughter, the psychiatrist." "Professor Randall, it seems you've been working very hard lately." "You could say that." "And your research is Mm, let me think. What term would Freud use? Going nowhere?" "Yep, you could say that too." "Well, that doesn't sound like you, Daddy. What is it? Um Daddy, it's me. You can tell me." "Bree I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't. I..." "Look it, it's obviously important to you." "Yeah. It was everything to me, aside from you." "And Mama?" "You should go home. She'll be worried about you." "She'll be fine." "Go home, Brianna." "Please." "Go home. Brianna? Someday, I promise, you'll understand." "Maybe someday, I won't care." Brianna exits and slams the door, angry. Someone is knocking on the bedroom door and Brianna says, "Come in." Laoghaire says, "Your bed should be warm by now. My nest here will be empty before too long. 'Course, I hope Joanie will marry in time to a good man, if there is such a thing. She's seen them come and go." "There are good men. And she's a lovely girl." "I'm sure when the time's right, she'll find a man who'll do anything for her. Well, as her ma, I'd do anything for her. But a husband hard to be sure. There was a time when my last husband would ha' done anythin' for me. When I was a young lass, he took a beating for me. And he would steal kisses from me whenever he had the chance. He loved me once until he was bewitched by another woman. 'Tis her fault his heart hardened against me." "I'm sorry." "Aye, ye've nothin' to be sorry for, lass. Though I do miss him." "I know the pain of missing someone." "We were a family. Come nightfall, we would sit together around the fire, Joanie on his knee and Marsali at his side and he and I would tell a tale or two from the Bible. There was so much joy then. Since he left us, I, I canna bring myself to recite them. It pains Joanie." Brianna asks, "What was Joanie's favorite story?" "Ah, she loved the story of Naomi and Ruth." "Would you tell it to me?" "In the days when the judges ruled, there was a famine in the land. And so a man from Bethlehem in Judah, along with his wife and two sons Went to live for a while in the country of Moab. The man's name was Elimelek. His wife's name was Naomi." Roger asks a seaman something. "He's over there." "Thank you. Excuse me. Pardon me. Are you the captain of the 'Gloriana'"? Uh oh! We recognize this guy, "Indeed I am." Roger states, "I'm seeking passage to the Carolinas." The captain replies, "There's no luck here. I do intend to sail to Wilmington on my way to Philadelphia, but I'm taking no one else aboard." "Sir Captain, please. I'd do anything. My lass is there and I need to find her." "And you can't find yourself one here? There's none so handsome as an Irish woman, I grant you. Still, ye'll have to try. As I've said Takin' no one else aboard. Gentleman." Roger persists, "Would you take me on as a member of your crew?" "Your hands are better suited to writing letters than sailing." "Captain! Where do you want this?" Stephen Bonnet (Ed Speleers) chuckles at his persistence. "You believe in luck? Heads, you come. Tails, you stay. What's your name?" "Roger MacKenzie." "20 shillings a month, Mr. MacKenzie. You're free to leave the ship when it's in port, and you'll be paid once the cargo's unloaded. Sailors'll show you where to go. And MacKenzie? There's four ports before Wilmington. I hope she's worth it." Laoghaire asks Brianna, "Is yer ankle better?" "Almost. I'll be on my way soon." "Ye've been a blessing, lass. That cupboard's been broken since my husband lived here." "I'm happy I could help." "Look at ye! It's not like you, Joanie, to keep yer braid for another day. She's taken a liking to ye." Brianna sings, "If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair" Joan says, "I dinna ken that one." Brianna laughs softly, "It's my mother's favorite." Joan says, "Some of the girls at Lallybroch would put flowers in their hair in summer." Brianna perks up. "Lallybroch?" "Aye, it's not far from here." "My mother's relatives live there. I've never met them, but she always spoke of them so fondly." "And who might yer mother be? I may have kent her, spendin' a bit o' time at Lallybroch myself." "Claire Fraser. Do you know her?" "Ye never said yer name was Fraser. It's not. It's Randall, after Frank, the man who raised me." "I see. The husband yer mother didna care for. I heard ye and Joanie speaking about it in the garden." "She cared for him. She just "Didna love him as she loved this other man Yer true father. Must be a good man, this Frank Randall To have raised a daughter such as ye." "Yes, he was. He died. Some years ago." "I'm sorry to hear it. It sounds as though he'd never leave ye by choice, only by God's hand." "Mm." Brianna enters Frank's office at Harvard where he is asleep on the sofa. He starts to wake up, and states, "You're up early." "I decided a cream tea necessary. I'm sorry, Daddy." "No. It's you that deserves an apology. I was not myself last night." "No. I shouldn't have pushed you." Frank says, "Nothing that a good cup of tea and a scone can't fix." "Mm." Brianna asks, "Well? How is it?" "Mm. It's perfect. Do you ever ... Have you ever thought about studying abroad?" "I don't know. Why?" "There are some excellent universities." "Yeah, I'm sure there are, but I mean, Harvard's here, and you're here." Laoghaire asks Brianna, "Do you believe the story yer mother told ye? About your true father and why he couldna raise ye?" "Of course. I have no reason to doubt my mother. Why do you ask?" "Well, folks talk at Lallybroch. 'Course I wouldna want to repeat what they say, it bein' about yer father." "What do they say about him?" "Nothing. Forgive me, lass, for speakin' of it." "Please? Tell me." "Well, I dinna like to repeat such things myself, but there are some folk who say there was no room in his heart for a bairn, and he sent yer mother away upon findin' she was wi' child." "They were married and in love. Why wouldn't he want a child? Why wouldn't he want me?" "'Tis but whisperins hereabouts, but I shouldna ha' told ye, but I didna want ye to hear it from folk elsewhere. People gossip." "Even after all this time?" "Oh, aye. A tale such as that, why Think no more of it, lass. I only hope he doesna turn ye away for a second time." "I have to find them, even if he is what you say." "What is it that's so pressing?" "This will sound strange, but they need my help. I can prevent their deaths if I go to them now. There's going to be a fire." "How would ye ken such a thing?" "I can't explain it." "If there's something that will prevent me receiving my alimony, ye'd best speak of it." "Your alimony? What does this have to do with you?" "How dare ye come into my home and treat me How dare ye!" "Uh you brought me here." "Did they send ye here? Is that what's happened? Did they sent ye here to laugh at me, or did ye bewitch me yourself? Ye're a witch just like yer ma." "You know my mother?" "I ken her well. Your mother was the thievin' whore who stole my husband and left me destitute. Your mother is Claire?" "Yes, but she never wanted to leave Jamie. She went home to another man. And when he died, she came back for my Jamie." "Bewitched him, she did, with a love spell that made me invisible." "She never meant to hurt anyone! She wouldn't. I'm sorry, I ... I can see I'm no longer welcome." "Claire Fraser should ha' burned at the stake in Cranesmuir." "Oh, my God. You're the one who tried to have my mother killed." "And she would be dead if she wasna a witch." "I'm sure believing that is easier than facing the truth. And the truth is that Jamie Fraser has never loved you." "You spawn of a witch! I'll have you arrested for witchcraft!" "No." "Just like I did your mother!" Laoghaire locks Brianna in the room. "Open the door! Let me out!" Brianna spots her dad's car and leaves her friends, telling them, "That's my dad." "Daddy, what are you doing here?" Frank says, "Sweetheart, I need to talk to you. Hop in." "Is everything okay?" "Do you remember when I mentioned going to university abroad?" "Yeah." "How would you feel about studying in England?" "England?" "I've been offered a position at Cambridge. I want you to come with me." "And what about Mama? Is she all right with this?" "Your mother and I are getting a divorce." "What are you talking about? Don't be silly. You're too old to get a divorce." "Bree, listen to me." "No, I-I don't wanna listen to you." "Darling, please." "So what? You don't always get along. Who does? But you don't just get divorced. You love each other. You can't throw that away. We're a family. You're my family." "And that That will never change, but your mother and I This cannot be a A complete surprise to you." "Well, it is. So, what, just Poof, you're over and I have no say?" Frank groans, "Sweetheart, listen to me. You are at the center of our lives, always. We both love you very, very much, and that will never change. But, your mother and I have decided that this is the best way forward for both of us." "And you just decided all of this tonight?" "Yes. It wasn't for want of trying. I am sorry. I truly am. Oh Hey. Come with me. Will you?" "We had a plan. We were supposed to go to Harvard together, Daddy." "I know." "I'm studying history. We were gonna share your office and " "I know, I know, and a thousand years ago, your mother and I had a plan as well. But you know, sometimes, life takes unexpected turns, and when it does Do you know what we do? We soldier on." "How ... I I can't. I have to go." "Can we speak later? Bree? I love you." Brianna is at Frank's grave. "I keep thinking If I'd have just stayed in the car with you that night, you'd still be here. If I would've just agreed to go to England with you, then ... Ugh, maybe we'd have gone out to celebrate. And you never would've had the accident. But I'm gonna soldier on Like you said. You're my hero, Daddy." On the Glorianna, a little girl ( Isobeail (Caoimhe Clough), about 6 years old) is singing, "Seven herrings are a salmon's fill; Seven salmon are a seal's fill; Seven seals are a whale's fill; And seven whales the fill of a Cirein-croin. Do you think there are any Cirein-croins in the sea?" Roger answers "No. Sharks, maybe, but no sea monsters." Her mother, Marion (Caitlin Ward) adds, "I told her as much, but the lass She doesna listen. Come on." Roger approaches Morag MacKenzie (Elysia Welch), a mother who is trying to settle her whimpering baby down, and he gets the baby's attention. She chuckles, "Thank ye. That's the first smile from him in days. He must like ye." "He's a handsome wee fella." The baby starts to fuss again, and the Captain comes over and picks him up. "Oh Aren't you a fussy thing?" He puts some liquor on his finger and puts it in the baby's mouth, shushing him. "There." Morag says, "I thank ye, Captain." They hear loud scraping noises, "What was that?" Bonnet answers, "Whales. They scratch themselves against the ship to rid their skins of barnacles." "Are we in danger?" "Only if they have a mind for mischief." Roger observes, "You don't seem troubled by it." "A wise man leaves the things beyond his power to the gods, and then he prays that Danu will be with him." Mariaon screams, "No!" as her daughter shrieks. "No! Please no! Stay back. Ye canna do this! I wilna let ye! Concerned, Roger asks, "What's happened?" "The lass has smallpox. It spreads quick as lightning. None of us will live to make landfall if we don't take out the sick. Throw her overboard." "No! Please, I beg you!" "I canna do that. She'll drown. Please!" "You said you were willing to do whatever I might need. Do as I command." Marion sobs, pleading, "Please, I beg you! No! No! No! No! - Wait, no no - No, please don't Captain! Captain, no! Let her go!" "Captain! Please don't." "Ma!" Bonnet casually pushes her out the window himself. Roger is agast! "Christ, have you lost your mind?" "I've given five over to the sea already, and I'll do the same for any who show signs of a rash." "How could ye? She was a child for God's sake!" "She was, and of no value." "Aye, no value to you, perhaps." "Oh, you will forgive me for putting my ignorant opinion above your own, Mr. MacKenzie, but, well, I'm the captain here. Continue to examine each passenger. Anyone who is ill or show signs of a rash, bring them to me." "Come here, there, you! Show us your face!" A woman says, "Don't take her!" "Get come on. - Come here. She's got rash. Take her." "Stop! Unhand me! It's nae the pox!" A Woman says, "No! Please, no!" "Let me see him. Yeah, you. Come on." Roger asks, "Have ye seen a young mother Bonny lass with a wee bairn?" "Mm-mm. No." A man says, "Take her!" Morag is trying to shush her fussy baby, "Shh, shh." Roger says, "There you are." Morag pleads, "Please. I beg you, sir. Ye canna do it. I ken where they're takin' us Ye canna send him to his death." "I'm not here to hurt your baby. Is the child sick?" "It's not but a wee rash. Jemmy's teeth are comin' in. Ye saw for yerself. It's not smallpox." "You, let's go." "Lord, have mercy." Roger tells Morag, "Come with me, I can help keep you hidden I'll get you food and drink." "I dinna ken yer name." "Roger." "Morag MacKenzie. And this is Jemmy. What will ye swear on?" "I'm a MacKenzie as well. I'll swear on my own woman's life. This way." A wagon is clattering down the road with Joan and Brianna in it. Joan says, "We're here Lallybroch." "I'm so grateful to you, Joan." "Ye're a kind soul. It's no yer fault yer mother is a witch. When ye find our Da, mebbe ye'll ask him to come home?" Ian approaches, "Joanie?" "Uncle Ian!" "What's the traveler doing with ye?" "She's Jamie Fraser's daughter." "I believe you, lass. You dinna need to prove it to me. Ye have her eyes, ye ken. I had given up hope I'd ever look upon a child of Jamie's, and now here ye are, standing right in front of me. It's a shame my wife's not here to meet ye." "Aunt Jenny?" "Aye. She's away helping birth a grandchild. I ken she'll have my hide for no keeping ye here, but We should have ye on a ship as soon as we can. I'm sure Jamie had his reasons for not telling us. But I do ken ye're an unexpected blessing, lass." "This should be enough to buy you safe passage to North Carolina, as well as room and board once you've arrived." "I can't take your money." "Aye, ye can. You're family." "Make sure ye ask after yer Auntie Jocasta when ye arrive in Wilmington, at a place called River Run. She'll ken where to find yer parents." Two lads put down a large trunk. Ian says, "Thank you, lads. Mistress. The clothes inside belonged to yer mother. I ken she'd want ye to have them." Morag says, "Thank ye, Roger." "Bairn's looking well." (BABY FUSSES)What's wrong? Captain. Bonnet says, "Imagine my surprise when a galley hand went lookin' for salt pork, and found a lassie and a babe instead. I said a wise man doesn't trouble himself with the things beyond his power, but on this ship, everything's in my power. Mm? Including the distribution of rations. Mm? Now, see, she's hiding down here while others suffer above. That's not fair, is it? When I was just 17, the youngest of a crew of workmen, hired to build a house. I couldn't say for why they hated me. They were a whey-faced lot, so maybe it was my manner, or the way the lasses smiled at me, but I knew I was unpopular with them." Roger tries to interrupt, "Captain, if I may ..." Bonnet continues his story, "They needed a sacrifice for the foundation, lest the earth should tremble and the walls collapse. But they started arguing about whether I should be the sacrifice, or if Daft Joey would be a better choice. One of the men suggested tossing a coin. 'Do ye take heads or tails?' He asked, laughing. I was too sick to speak. So he said by Geordie's head should I live, and by his arse I should die. And he threw the shilling in the air. I had no strength to look. They rolled me on my face and hit me. When I came to, I found the shilling in my pocket. They were honest men, to be sure. Would you say you were a gambling man, MacKenzie?" "You don't mean to toss that coin for Morag and Jemmy's lives?" "Oh, not not theirs. No, no, no. See, you supplied the rations. You should pay. A gentleman's wager, shall we call it? Heads you live, tails you die. Hmm. Seems Danu was with you tonight, sir." Ian tells Brianna, "I do have one request if ye dinna mind. My son, Ian Your cousin Is there wi' yer father. His mother would be glad if he wrote more often." "I'll tell him." "Now, are ye sure I cannot accompany you inside to buy yer passage?" "You've done enough for me already." "Ah, I shall see to it that yer trunk is taken aboard. Lads?" "Thank you." "Ye have Jamie's fire, and I dinna just mean his red hair. Ye're a Fraser through and through. Yer father's going to be so happy to meet ye." "Thank you, Uncle Ian." Brianna goes inside to purchase her ticket. A man approaches her. "Excuse me, miss? I'm Joseph Wemyss (Alec Newman). Are ye travelin' alone?" "No, my uncle is outside." "Should ye be in need of a servant, might ye consider my daughter? She's a fine cook and a rare hand wi' a needle." "I have no need of one" "I beg of you, please. There is a man who desires her as a a concubine." "Then don't let him have her." "I have no choice. Her contract and mine Have been bought by a broker who plans to sell her to the man unless I find someone else willing to secure her passage." "I'm going to North Carolina." "Better she be gone from me forever to some wild place, than to be dishonored. Please, just just meet her. This is Elizabeth. Lizzie (Caitlin O'Ryan). Do your duty to the lady." "Your servant, Mistress." "I'd like to buy passage on the 'Phillip Alonzo' For two." Killian (Patrick O'Brian) Captain O'Brian asks, "Yer name?" "Brianna Randall." Later on the dock, Joseph Weymss reminds his daughter from a distance, "Lizzie! Be sure to say your prayers!" S04-E08: Wilmington — Directed by Jennifer Getzinger; Written by Luke Schelhaas Characters: Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Stephen Bonnet (Ed Speleers) Lizzie Wemyss (Caitlin O'Ryan) Governor Tryon (Tim Downie) Bryan Cranna (Martin Donaghy) Edmund Fanning (Samuel Collings) Margaret Tryon (Melanie Gray) George Washington (Simon Harrison) Martha Washington (Elizabeth Appleby) John Frohock (Jack Reid) Tom (Nolan Willis) Malachi Fyke (John Mackie) Gotarzes (Tom Hardwicke) Vardanes (Tim Barrow) Lysias (Kieran Baker) Surgeon at Play (Iain Wotherspoon) Roger is in Wilmington showing the drawing of Brianna (from the Scottish Festival) to various people. "Pardon me, ladies. I'm looking for this woman." "No." "All right. Thank you." "No, sorry." "I don't." "Thank you." John Gillette (Edwin Flay), owner of the Wilmington Gazette, asks, "My establishment offend you in some way, sir?" Roger replies, "No, no. It's only that ... I'm looking for this lady. She recently arrived on the Phillip Alonzo. I-I've made inquiries, but no one's seen her." "I haven't either." "Have you completed your inventory?" Fergus (César Domboy) says, "Yes, sir. We'll need 12 more composing sticks come Thursday." (SIGHING) All right. Roger asks Fergus, "Sir, have you seen this lady?" Fergus replies, "I'm sorry, I haven't." Fergus enters a room and asks Marsali (Lauren Lyle) "Where's the bairn?" She chuckles and says, "Go see for yerself." He goes into another room and sees Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Claire holding his child. Jamie (Sam Heughan) is standing next to her. Fergus exclaims, "Milady. Milord. I'm so glad you could come for a visit. Please -- Is Ian not with you?" Jamie answers, "Uh, he'll be along tomorrow. He's gone to Brunswick to fetch casks for our whisky. The governor has invited us to join him and his wife at the theater." Claire clarifies, "Summoned us to join him." Fergus asks, "You came all this way for a play?" Claire answers sincerely, "No, we came all this way to see you. And Germain.Shall I put him down?" "Mm." from Marsali. Jamie adds, "The governor's eager to introduce me to one of his right-hand men, Mr. Edmund Fanning. A right-hand man with both his hands dipped in the treasury Or so Murtagh would tell us." Claire asks, "Marsali, shall I help you get the rest of lunch?" Marsali smiles, "Yes." Claire inquires, "So, how are you all coping You and Fergus with the baby?" Marsali answers, laughing softly, "Bein' a mother to a wee bairn My heart is so full o' love it's fit to burst (LAUGHS) But... "Is something the matter?" "No, 'tis only wi' Germain bein' so precious, I look at him and I ken I'd have a knife through my gut before seein' him hurt or in sorrow. If anything should ever happen to him ..." Claire understands, "That's the hardest thing about being a parent I'm sure. Though you know you would die trying, you can't protect them from everyone and everything." Roger is frustrated, in the Willow Tree Tavern looking at the artist sketch of Brianna. He takes a sip of his drink and spills some of it on the sketch. "Ah, for Christ's sake." Then he overhears a conversation and recognizes a familiar voice. Brianna says, "Excuse me." The Tavern Keeper (Edward Fulton) says, "Yes, lass?" Brianna asks him, "Do you know where I might be able to buy passage to Cross Creek? I'd like to leave tomorrow." "The Sally Ann is in port. It makes the journey every week or so. You can ask Captain Freeman." "Thank you." She sees Roger and they approach each other. "Brianna? It's you. Oh, thank God. Thank God I found you." "Hi. Oh, my God. What are you doing here?" "Looking for you. At no small risk to life and limb, I might add. You weren't supposed to come here. That wasn't the plan." "What, and you call tearing off into bloody nowhere a plan?" "No, I would've told you. I just I didn't know where we stood after the last time we talked." "What do you mean, you didn't know where we stood? You didn't know how I felt about you? Let's go outside." "Roger, wait. How did you even know where I was?" "I spoke to Gayle. She told me you were going to visit your mum. So I went to find you in Inverness" "You read my letter." "Of course I read your letter. And that's all I got? A letter? You could have called me." "I wanted to call you, but I didn't know how to tell you that I love you, and I thought that if I told you I was coming here, you'd try to stop me." "Did you just say you love me? Come with me." He takes her into a nearby building. Brianna orders, "Close the door." They're kissing in ernest now. She pulls away, "Mm wait. Stop." "What?" "Stop. Are you sure?" "Do you not know how badly I want you?" "But we're not engaged. That seemed to be very important to you. At the festival, you said ..." OK, now he understands what's happening. "I said ... I said I would have all of you or none at all." She asks, "Have you changed your mind?" "No." "Well, then You have all of me." "You'll marry me?" "How could I say no to a man who pursued me for 200 years?" "Oh I don't have a ring." "I still have the bracelet you gave me." "It's the gemstone you used to come through the stones. I have an idea. D'ye know what handfasting is? It's, um it's sort of a temporary marriage. In the Highlands, where, uh Where folk are a long way from the nearest minister, a man and a woman in this time can be promised to one another for a year and a day. At the end of that time ..." "Let's do it." "Really?" "Yes." Governor Tryon says to Jamie and Claire, "Very pleased you could join us, Mister and Mistress Fraser. This play is said to be quite exceptional. Indeed, it was written by a native son of Wilmington. Ah, Fanning! Come, come. Come. I must introduce you to a friend. Mr. Fanning, may I present Mr. James Fraser of Fraser's Ridge. Mr. Edmund Fanning, my dear friend and colleague." Jamie says, "A pleasure, sir. My wife, Claire Fraser." The Governor continues, "Mr. Fanning sits on the Assembly and is my public register of deeds. He's also, I might add, leader of the Orange County militia and judge of the superior court in Salisbury, in your county." Jamie sums it up, "A man with many strings to his bow." Edmund Fanning says, "His Excellency speaks highly of you as well, Mr. Fraser, especially in the light of our current grievances in the western counties." Jamie asks, "The Regulators?" Gov. Tryon cuts in, "Do not dignify those insurgents with that name. I would be ashamed to declare anyone save the Lord above a 'regulator' of all things." Mr. Fanning is grunting and clutching his middle. Claire asks, "Are you in pain, Mr. Fanning?" "Oh, I am afraid I injured myself standing against the mob which assembled in Hillsborough last May. Quite literally standing, mind you. I am an object of jest. In an attempt to appease the insurgents, I carried rum to the river where they were encamped, meaning to persuade them against their lawlessness." SOMEONE says, "A noble deed One which preserved the lives of many, I'm sure." Fanning continues, "As I turned to leave, my boot stayed in the mud, and I must have wounded myself. I've a strange protrusion. The least movement now sends me into paroxysms of pain. My physician assures me it will go away in time." Claire says, "Not if it is what I think it might be. If I were to examine it, I could know for sure." Jamie explains proudly, "My wife is a healer, Mr. Fanning." "Ah." Gov. Tryon dismisses her with, "Well, let us defer to Mr. Fanning's physician, shall we?" Claire adds seriously, "Well, if the pain gets worse, you may need to see a surgeon." Governor Tryon charges on, "Mr. Fraser, uh, allow me to introduce you to some of my acquaintances. My wife will present Mistress Fraser to the wives." "Please. Ah the society of the wives." Margaret Tryon laughs, "Indeed. But fear not I will help you navigate these waters. Ah, there. You've heard of the face that launched a thousand ships. Well, here's a lady who could fill as many with tobacco if she so chose. Wit and wealth aplenty." Claire observes, chuckling, "Her husband seems to have captured the attention of the crowd as well." Mrs. Tryon says, "That's Colonel Washington." Clearly Claire is surprised, "I'm sorry, who?" "Colonel George Washington. He's a former soldier with the Virginia Regiment." Claire seises the opportunity, "Well, I should love to meet them both." Governor Tryon says, "Mister and Mistress Fraser recently settled their own estate 10,000 acres in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The parcel that Mr. Washington surveyed for me last year." George Washington adds, "Yes, I remember. A magnificent stretch of wilderness." Jamie says, "Aye, good land So generously granted to us by His Excellency." Martha Washington observes, "Hitherto unprecedented generosity. 10,000 acres the governor must be quite fond of you." The Governor confirms this. "Of course I'm fond of him. Mr. Fraser is a loyal man A former soldier, you know." Martha Washington asks, "Oh? Were you with us against the French?" "No but I've heard tales of your husband's exploits in those wars. I fought at Culloden in '46." George Washington states, "I do not recall that battle. I spent my youth in Virginia." Claire chimes in with a popular myth, "Chopping down cherry trees" Of course, that WAS a myth so George Washington looks confused by her words. Realizing her mistake, Claire adds, "Is what a-a young boy would do. Figure of speech." A bell rings and the host announces, "Ladies and gentlemen, the play will soon begin." Martha Washington says, "Let us be seated." Brimming with excitement, Claire tells Jamie privately, "George Washington He will be perhaps the most famous American to ever live." Jamie asks, "What does he do to gain such notoriety?" "Well, he's the man who wins the war against the British, and he'll be the first leader of this country. But he won't be a king. He'll be called a 'president,' elected by the people. Oh, if Brianna were here, she'd have a hundred questions to ask him." Roger tells Brianna, "Uh, yeah I think we're supposed to kneel. I, Roger Jeremiah Do take thee, Brianna Ellen, to be my lawful wedded wife. With my goods I thee endow, with my body I thee worship, in sickness and in health, in richness and in poverty, so long as we both shall live, I plight thee my troth." It's Brianna's turn: "I, Brianna Ellen, take thee, Roger Jeremiah, to be my lawful wedded husband. With my goods I thee endow, not that there's much of that. With my body I thee worship, in sickness and in health, in richness and in poverty, so long as we both shall live." Roger reminds her of the last part, "The plight." "Right. I plight thee my troth." "By the power vested in this unusual Scottish tradition, I I now pronounce us" Both finish by saying together, "Man and wife." They begin to undress each other. Back at the tavern, Lizzie asks the Tavern Keeper, "Has my mistress returned?" "No, still off with that man." Lizzie asks, "The man of wanton morals?" The Tavern Keeper just shrugs. Back at the theater people are taking their seats. Claire is sitting with Mrs. Tryon and Mrs. Washington, and in the row behind them, Governor Tryon sits with Jamie to his left, Fanning next to him, and George Washington to Fanning's left. Fanning is obviously in pain. Governor Tryon states, "The Regulators mean to deprive me of my home. They refuse to see their taxes apportioned for the construction of my palace. Well, let's hope my men put on a good show tonight." This perks Jamie's interest, "I'm sorry?" Governor Tryon quotes, "'All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances.' Shakespeare, you know." Never goes out of fashion. Jamie chuckles and eggs him on to try to get more information. "Aye, but it's not Shakespeare we're seeing tonight, Your Excellency." Tryon continues, "Indeed not, but we are at a theater of His Majesty the King in all its glory, made possible through taxes, not something those insurgents would ever comprehend." Jamie prods, "A night to remember. But what has this to do with yer men?" Tryon spills the beans! "The insurgents I have a spy in their camp. They mean to rob a carriage carrying tax monies to the treasury at New Bern Tonight, as it leaves Wilmington. They're here, gentlemen, encamped upon the road to New Bern. My redcoats are going to arrest them." Hiding his worry, Jamie asks, "Do ye, uh, ken who these men are?" Tryon lets it all out excitedly! "Oh, yes, and they have a leader among them, Murtagh Fitzgibbons." Jamie offers casually, "Hmm. If ye'd like, I could ride out and join yer men." "Oh, I appreciate your offer, but I have it in hand. Enjoy the performance." Jamie's mind is whirling but he's hiding it. "Aye." The play, "The Prince of Parthia" begins with applause. Two actors are on stage playing Gotarzes and Phraates. Gotarzes starts, "He comes ..." The tax wagon is travelling at night. Murtagh is standing in the road waiting for it. Roger and Brianna are about to consummate their marriage. Roger, kissing her body, observes solumnly, "Your skin is so soft. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He picks her up and carries her to the sailcloth bed he's made up. Brianna says softly, "I've wanted this for so long." Roger warns her, "If I take you now, it's for always." "Yes Yes, please." She's moaning. He grabs her hand and places it on his heart, saying, "Feel my heart. Tell me if it stops." He makes his move and she cries out. Before long though, he stops. She's confused, thinking something's wrong. "What?" He reassures her, "Just I want to make this last. I've been wondering for a while what color your hair is down here." "It's ..." "Shh, shh. I'm gonna find out for myself." Back to the play. Lysias says, "And what's that name" Someone from the audience says, "What splendid robes." Without skipping a beat, Lysias says, "Thank you, sir." People laugh. Lysias continues, "Ambient air, and weary gracious heaven with ceaseless bellows?" Another audience interruption, "Your ceaseless bellowings." The audience laughs again. Lysias continues again, "Vardanes sounds with equal harmony, and suits as well the loud repeated shouts of noisy joy. Can he bid Chaos Nature's rule dissolve?" Another audience member interrupts, "I know what's going to happen." Lysias keeps going. "Can he deprive mankind of light and day, and turn the seasons from their destined course?" Governor Tryon yells, "Such poetry." Another man yells, "What poetry?" Lysias continues the play, "Say, can he do all this and be a god?" Murtagh is still waiting for the treasury wagon, but decides to head back to the rest of his men, saying, "Patience, lads." Brianna and Roger are laying together afterwards, and she asks, "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." "Was it all right? Did I do it right?" Roger is surprised by that, chuckling, "Oh, God" "It was all right, then?" "Christ, yes. What could possibly make you think otherwise?" "Well, you didn't say anything. You just lay there like someone had hit you over the head. I thought maybe you were disappointed." "No. No. God, no. Behaving as though you've had your spinal column removed is a fair indication of male satisfaction. Can I ask you something?" "Of course husband." "Did it hurt? The first time?" "Yes but I liked it." "Hm. Oh, when I thought of our wedding night, I always pictured clean sheets, champagne, a bed." Brianna chuckles, "I have those things. Not this. I don't think I've ever been so happy." She kisses his lips sweetly, then moves her kisses downward. Surprised and groaning, Roger says "Bree" and then she puts her finger over his mouth to shush him accepting her attention... Lysias continues the play, "What dares he, Vardanes dares not? Blush not, noble prince." An audience member yells out, "Have pity." Lysias goes on, "I'd loud proclaim the merit of Vardanes." Fanning is feeling a great deal of pain right now, clutching his belly. Jamie notices, and a plan is forming ... Vardanes states, "Brother, my soul endures him not, and he's the bane of all my hopes of greatness." Martha Washington says, "Artless verse." And the actor replies, "No rhyme intended" and continues the play, "Like the sun, he rules the day, and like the night's pale queen" Fanning is groaning softly. Vardanes says, "My fainter beams are lost when he appears. And this because he came into the world a moon or two before me. What's the difference?" Jamie surrupticiously elbows Fanning's belly and he yelps in pain. Jamie says, "Christ, forgive me." And then he bumps him again, yelling, "This man needs a surgeon! Colonel, please help me. Apologies, ladies and gentlemen. Uh, players, I'm sorry. This this man is in distress." Jamie and Claire lock eyes, and she knows something's up. Colonel Washington and Frolock help Fanning up. Governor Tryon yells, "This man is dying! Is there a surgeon present?" Claire says, "Here." Jamie tells Tryon, "Well, my wife is a surgeon, Your Excellency." Tryon is confused, "You said she was a healer. I mean, herbs and potions are one thing, but this ..." Claire orders Washington, "Bring him into the lobby. Lay him flat on his back. Now, please." "Yes, mistress." I think this is Washington. Claire is urgent, "Now! Now!" Jamie tells everyone, "I'm sorry." (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Claire pulls Jamie aside and asks quietly, "What on Earth is going on?" He says, "I havena killed the man, have I?" "No, if he's suffering from what I think he is, you may have just saved his life by forcing me to operate." Jamie explains, "Governor Tryon is gonna arrest a gang of Regulators tonight, here in Wilmington. Murtagh's among them." "Arrest them for what?" "Robbery a hanging offense. I must go warn Murtagh, but Tryon canna ken I've gone. Will ye keep him occupied?" "I'll buy you as much time as I can, but be careful." She follows the rest into the lobby where they've put Fanning. She starts her examination and makes a quick diagnosis, "Inguinal hernia. His intestines have moved and the blood flow may be cut off. I need to operate immediately. You, go behind the stage and find me a needle and thread. And you, sir, go next door and fetch me a small, sharp knife, some liquor, and some linens Lots of linens." The governor orders, "Frohock, for God's sake, find us a surgeon." Chaire tells Tryon, "I am a surgeon, Your Excellency, and it cannot wait. Now, if you would be so kind as to assist me" Tryon asks, "Should we not undertake this somewhere more private? We'll have him carried to the inn." Clair asserts forcefully, "If I don't act quickly, this man will die. Mr. Fanning, I need you to take a long drink and hope that it knocks you unconscious." Outside, Mr. and Mrs. Washington are about to leave by coach. He sees Jamie and asks, "How is the patient?" Jamie declares, "Uh, my wife will do her best to help him. She's very skilled." He says, "Excellent news." Jamie asks, "Ye're leaving?" Martha Washington affirms, "We are indeed. What a lugubrious performance." George Washington observes, "You are leaving as well?" Quickly, Jamie conjures up an explaination for why he's outside. "Well, I must fetch my wife's surgical tools from our residence." That worked! Both of them are nodding. Then George Washington offers to help, "May we offer you transport?" "Aye." Back inside, a Young Man (Dylan Blore) brings the supplies that Claire asked for. "Here you are, mistress. I brought you this as well." He hands her an apron which she ties over her beautiful dress. Claire says, "Thank you. Put them down. No, we don't need more rum. It's already taken effect." Someone says, "He looks so pale." And another woman says, "He's at death's door." Claire urgently yells, "Where is the needle and thread?" Someone brings them to her and she says, "Thank you." Claire prepares the patient for surgery. Governor Tryon is alarmed and asks, "What are you doing?" She calmly answers, "I'm cleaning the area where I'm going to make an incision. I need four men to hold down his arms and legs and keep him still while I work. The rum can only do so much. He's likely to come in and out of consciousness with pain. I can't do this without your help. Please." Governor Tryon snaps his fingers summoning helpers. Only three volunteer, so Claire enlists the Governor himself as the fourth man. "You're his colleague, Your Excellency. If he wakes, it would do him good to see a friendly face to keep him calm. You have a kerchief?" "Um, yes." "Well, if he wakes, let him bite down on it." The carriage with the Washingtons and Jamie comes to a stop in town. The driver orders the horses, "Whoa there, now." Jamie exits the carriage and explains, "I, uh, I'll borrow a horse onwards from here. Thank ye for aiding a fellow soldier." George Washington asks, "Is there a war I'm not aware of?" "Aye. Aye, there is, sir." Claire orders, "Hold him steady." People observing this spectacle gasp, and a woman says, "Oh, my." Claire says to her patient, "There. You must keep calm, Mr. Fanning." He's groaning and whimpering, obviously in a lot of pain. Claire orders, "Governor Tryon, talk to him. Distract him from the pain." Tryon tries, "Now, if you lie still, Fanning, when all this is over, I'll dip my hands into the treasury and have a house built for you with the finest brick exterior you've ever laid your eyes upon. Impenetrable as a fortress, - safe from those insurgent mobs." Claire gets down to business, "All right. Hold him." Fanning screams, and Tryon stuffs his kerchief in his mouth. Claire says, "Well done, Governor." Tryon replies, "I must admit that was all rather exciting. He, uh, he won't remember what I said, will he?" The surgeon who was called finally arrives, "Make way. Let me through. What hath hell wrought?" Claire has things well in hand. "I've just begun to close the opening." "You've butchered him, madam. All he needed was tobacco smoke up through the rear." That's how they used to treat hernias back then. Tryon dismisses him, "No need of you. The lady has it in hand." The coach approaches and a man orders, "Stop! Will you stop?" Inside the coach, soldiers ready their pistols. Murtach says to the Regulators, "Let's take our money back." Finished, madam? Claire says, "Thank you, gentlemen. I'll see him home." Tryon is impressed, "Believe you may have saved his life. I see now why your husband claims he cannot live without you in the wilderness." Claire sees Jamie in the crowd and goes to him. "You certainly left that to the last moment." "He didna seem to notice." "I think he's going to be all right. Did you manage to reach Murtagh in time?" Jamie replies, "I hope so." A man says, "Good evening." "Oh, it's cold out. What the..." "It's me, Fergus. The governor knows of your plan and intends to have you arrested." Murtagh asks, "Fergus? Is that you?" "Milord sent me to warn you Do not rob the coach." They signal the man at the coach with a bird whistle to abort their mission. "May I help you?" "Apologies, sir. We've had a bottle or two this evening. I thought you might tell us if this is the road to Wilmington." The coachman answers, "Aye, it is. You must be on your way. It's not wise to linger on these roads at night." The Regulator replies, "Ah, we'll We'll be doing just that. Be well, sir. Thanks. Appreciate it." "Come on, come on." "Up here." "Have a good night." (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) "We've been found out. Come on." "Clear out." Fergus says, "You have a spy in your camp." Murtagh answers, "I suppose I must. My godson couldn't be troubled to come here and tell me himself, eh?" Fergus says, "He is at the theater." Murtagh asks, "The theater? (CHUCKLES) Just as well. There's no other man I'd rather see." ROGER: We should start looking for gems to get back through the stones after we help your parents. BRIANNA: Yeah. It's just so frustrating not knowing the exact date of the fire. I know I have time. I just don't know how much. (SIGHS) ROGER: I could kill that printer. (CHUCKLES) When I met him, I was tempted to tell him off, but BRIANNA: Who? The printer who smudged the date. How did you know? Hmm? I just told you about the obituary today. How could you have known about the smudged date or who the printer was? Unless y Unless you already knew. (SIGHS) ROGER: Don't be angry, but I did know. I found the same obituary. BRIANNA: After I left? ROGER: No. Before. BRIANNA: And you didn't tell me? ROGER: I almost did. But (SIGHS) You were so happy when I told you that your parents found each other. I couldn't bear making you sad again. BRIANNA: You found out my mother died, and you didn't think that I should know that? ROGER: At first, I did. I wanted to tell ye. Brianna there was no point breaking your heart. Even Fiona agreed BRIANNA: Fiona? You talked to Fiona about this? About my mother and time travel? ROGER: That's how I found the obituary. Fiona had it, or her granny did. She was a caller for the dancers at Craigh na Dun. Fiona already knew about time travel, and she agreed that if I told you about the fire, it would do more harm than good. BRIANNA: Oh, she did, did she? She's the one you consulted about this and not me? And then the two of you decided that I shouldn't know that my own mother was dead? ROGER: She was already dead. You knew she was dead. She's been dead for 200 years. What could you do? BRIANNA: This. Roger, I could do this. But you didn't want me to. ROGER: Brianna, we have this gift, but we cannot be the arbiters of who lives and who dies, or we'd save all our loved ones. BRIANNA: That was my decision to make. I would never have done that to you, Roger. How dare you take that choice away from me? ROGER: I didn't want to break your heart! BRIANNA: No, you wanted me to be happy so I'd marry you. ROGER: Yes! Yes. Pardon me for wanting you to be my wife, which, by the way, you are now, so maybe it's time you listened to me. BRIANNA: What? I'm your wife, so now I have to do what you say? Is that how it's gonna be? You make all of my decisions for me so I don't have to worry my pretty little head? ROGER: You're twisting my words. I nearly died coming after you! BRIANNA: Well, I didn't ask you to come. ROGER: Oh, that's right. You just left. You left without saying a word Just a note I was supposed to receive a year later, after ye'd died or got stuck. Maybe I should just go back. BRIANNA: Maybe you should. ROGER: Is that what you want? For me to leave and return through the stones? BRIANNA: Turns out Lizzie and I do pretty well on our own. ROGER: Brianna, you told me about your last words to your father and how you've never forgiven yourself for leaving him like that BRIANNA: Don't you dare bring my father into this. ROGER: It's the same thing. Can't you see that? Right when it matters, you're pushing me away. BRIANNA: Screw you! I was just a kid. ROGER: Well, you know what? You still are. You're acting like a child. Maybe this was a mistake. BRIANNA: Fine. If you really believe that, then you should go. (SOMBER MUSIC) ROGER: Look me in the eye and tell me, because if that's what you really want I will go. BRIANNA: No one's stopping you. (DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLOSES) (SOBS) The insurgents must have received word of my plan. - Someone alerted them? - TRYON: Obviously. STILL WORKING HERE TO END: I told both of you about it, as well as Fanning and Colonel Washington, but you were all in my company. No. I saw him leave the play. Who? Colonel Washington, Your Excellency. I saw him and his wife putting on their coats as I ran to fetch the surgeon. - The two of them? - Yes. The two of them together. Never trust a Virginian. Washington's day will come. Back at the tavern, a man laughs, saying, "Losing your courage, man?" Stephen Bonnet says, "I may have lost 20 shillings, but I still have my soul." Someone says, "A soul is as rare as hen's teeth around here." Bonnet pulls a ring off his finger and says, "How about something with a little more earthly value, then?" "You'll need a lot of luck to pull this one off, Bonnet." "Yes, I will." Brianna walks past him and Bonnet holds out the ring to her saying, "Blow on it, will ye, darlin'? Perhaps ye'll change my luck." Brianna is shocked to see her mother's wedding ring, the one Jamie gave her, and asks him, "Where did you get this?" "Why do you ask?" "It looks like one my mother had." "Does it now?" "Is she alive? It's bad luck to wear the jewelry of the dead." "I cannot say I've noticed that effect myself, but I can assure you, your mother was both alive and well when I left her." "Where is she?" "Afraid I don't know. My time with the lady was some while ago, though pleasant. But if you'd like to return it to her perhaps an agreement could be reached." "Fold." Brianna asks, "You'll sell it to me?" "Come now. I never haggle in public. This lot will learn my tricks." The men in the room laugh as Bonnet pulls Bree into an adjacent room and closes the door. Brianna is wary but asks, "How much money do you want for it?" "I've enough money. Well, perhaps you could earn it." Alarmed, she starts backing away, "I think you've mistaken me." I Oh, no, I think you've mistaken me. No! Please, just let me go. Please!" He knocks her down and she's screaming for help. "You want to play games, do you?" "No! No! Somebody! Somebody, please!" The door slams, and the other people playing cards just ignore the ruckus, contniuing their game. "Two pairs." "Fold." We can't see her, but Brianna yells, "Get off of me!" The men keep playing, "Queen high." Off camera, "Somebody help me! Please, somebody help me!" Men are laughing. "Pair." Brianna is struggling, crying, fighting Bonnet, but it's no use. Afterwards, Bonnet says to her, "I've had livelier rides. You know I thought ye might've been a virgin But that wasn't your first time, was it? Forgot something, didn't you?" He hands her Claire's ring, saying, "I pay for my pleasures. I'm an honest man for a pirate. If you find your mother, give her my regards." Brianna takes the ring, gathers her strength and leaves the room, in shock. S04-E09: The Birds and The Bees — Directed by David Moore; Written by Matthew B. Roberts and Toni Graphia CHARACTERS: Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Jamie (Sam Heughan) Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Young Ian (John Bell) Stephen Bonnet (Ed Speleers) Lizzie Wemyss (Caitlin O'Ryan) Captain Freeman (Grant Stott) Eutroclus (Leon Herbert) Tavern Keeper (Edward Fulton) Gangsman (Duncan Airlie-James) Peter (Shopkeeper - Andrew McIntosh) [DRAMATIC MUSIC] [BRIGHT MUSIC] [DOOR CLICKS OPEN] [DRAMATIC MUSIC] LIZZIE: Mistress? BRIANNA: It's fine, Lizzie. LIZZIE: Mistress, ye're bleeding. Ye've been gone awhile. Were ye with that man? BRIANNA: Yes. [BREATHING SHAKILY] LIZZIE: Mistress I can help. BRIANNA: Don't. Go to bed, Lizzie. [WATER TRICKLING] [INHALES SHARPLY] [MOANS SOFTLY] LIZZIE: Did he hurt you? BRIANNA: Lizzie, please. LIZZIE: Ye have my hand here and my ear if ye need it. BRIANNA: Lizzie, please go to sleep. [INDISTINCT CHATTER] There we are, and for you. ROGER: Do you know where I might find the young woman I was with yesterday? TAVERN KEEPER: Haven't seen her this morning. Must be up in her chambers still. BONNET: MacKenzie! ROGER: Captain. BONNET: Sit down. Please. Hungry? ROGER: Not really. BONNET: Shame. Sit. Well. Well, I'm pleased that you joined us, 'cause I don't have time to send a man out looking for the missing member of my crew before departing. ROGER: I appreciate that, Captain, but I intend to stay here. BONNET: Oh. So all was well with your lass, then? I told you to be sure she was worth it. ROGER: Huh? BONNET: Mm, Captain knows best. Indeed he does. Especially when it comes to women. [LAUGHTER] BONNET: But yer lass will have to wait for now, sailor. Because ye'll be coming with us to Philadelphia. ROGER: Uh, no, I told you I needed to find my way to Wilmington. BONNET: Aye, you did. And I told you it was but one of our ports on the way. [DRAMATIC MUSIC] ROGER: Oh. BONNET: You weren't thinking you'd forsake us and abandon your duties before our journey's end? Some more sage advice for you there, Mr. MacKenzie. My men do as they please when they're ashore. But if they are not aboard when the time comes to set sail They often find themselves missing more than their wages. Now, I have friends in this town. I'd sooner see you lose a lass than a limb. Ye'll be paid once the cargo's unloaded in Philadelphia. After that, where you go and what you do is your own business. Limb or lass, Mr. MacKenzie? ROGER: Tell the young woman I was here. [DOOR CLICKS OPEN] BRIANNA: Is it morning? LIZZIE: 'Tis well past the noon bells, Mistress. BRIANNA: You didn't have to wash them. I don't want you to exert yourself. You've been ill. Besides, I won't be wearing them again. LIZZIE: Mebbe if ye took some more rest, ye might feel better. BRIANNA: I'll feel better when we find a boat to take us to Cross Creek. LIZZIE: Not today. BRIANNA: Yes. I can't stay here any longer. I have to see my Aunt Jocasta. I was promised she would be able to tell us how to get to Fraser's Ridge. LIZZIE: But ye need time to res BRIANNA: Time is not on my side, Lizzie. I need to find my mother. We leave today. BRIANNA: The man who was here with me yesterday, the Scottish man, did he return? TAVERN KEEPER: Aye, he was here this morning. He asked after you. And then he left with the crew of the Gloriana. BRIANNA: Do you know where they went? TAVERN KEEPER: To the ship. [DRAMATIC MUSIC] BRIANNA: The Gloriana? MAN: The Gloriana's gone, m'dear. She left on the morning tide. BRIANNA: I love you a little. A lot. Passionately. Not at all. LIZZIE: Mistress. Mistress! BRIANNA: Lizzie, you shouldn't be running. It isn't ladylike, remember? LIZZIE: Ye'll be glad that I'm no lady when ye hear what I'm to tell ye next. Whist securing our provisions, I spoke to a gentleman in the street. Had the look of a Scotsman about him. So marched right up to him, I did. We got to talking of this and that and of all the Scots in North Carolina and how some of them are doing very well for themselves. BRIANNA: I suppose you're gonna tell me about each and every one. LIZZIE: Well, not all of them. Those who make a show of themselves, certainly. BRIANNA: Lizzie, what are you talking about? LIZZIE: At the theatre, the play was brought to a halt when the wife of a Scotsman acted as a surgeon and cut a man open to heal him. BRIANNA: Sounds like Mama. LIZZIE: He assured me that the husband was of good Scottish stock. A Mr. Fraser. BRIANNA: When was this? LIZZIE: That's the best of it. Last night. Here in Wilmington. BRIANNA: They're here? LIZZIE: He said Mr. Fraser's over by McCabe's now. BRIANNA: Excuse me, have you seen a tall, redheaded Scotsman? MAN: Aye, he was here. He, uh, went round the back. BRIANNA: Thank you. [SIGHS] JAMIE: What d'ye want here, lassie? BRIANNA: You. [CHUCKLES] JAMIE: I'm sorry, lass. I'm a marrit man. I meant it. I have a wife. BRIANNA: Are you You're Jamie Fraser. Aren't you? JAMIE: I am. Who asks? Have ye a message for me, lass? BRIANNA: My name is Brianna. I'm your daughter. JAMIE: Brianna? Is it true? It's you. BRIANNA: It's me. Can't you tell? IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/WeeBairnAlways.png JAMIE: Aye. Aye, I can. Hadna thought of you as grown. Had ye in my mind somehow as a a wee bairn always. As my babe. Never expected Oh. BRIANNA: [CRYING] JAMIE: Oh, dinna weep, lass. [LAUGHS] JAMIE: Dinna weep, a leannan. Dinna be troubled. [GASPS] It's all right. M' annsachd. It's all right. You'll have not seen your mother, then? BRIANNA: No. JAMIE: Christ. [CHUCKLES] She'll be mad wi' joy. IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/MadWithJoy.png JAMIE: Sassenach. BRIANNA: Mama. CLAIRE: Bree! What Oh. CLAIRE: We die in a fire? BRIANNA: I knew you'd found each other, and I was just curious to know more about your life together. I came across an old newspaper with your names in it. But I I didn't expect to see JAMIE: News of our death. [SIGHS] Smudged date. Unforgivable mistake by the printer. BRIANNA: I didn't know if it was ten years from now or ten months. I just knew I had to warn you as quickly as possible. JAMIE: Well, we've some time either way. Ye'll, uh ye'll come wi' us to Fraser's Ridge? CLAIRE: Of course she will. JAMIE: We have, uh, a fair bit of land, have we no, Claire? There's still much to do, but we have settlers and some crops. BRIANNA: I traveled from Scotland with a young woman, Lizzie. It's a long story but, well, she's indebted to me, and I'm indebted to her. JAMIE: She's welcome to join us. YOUNG IAN: Uncle Jamie. I've seen to it that the belongings and the casks are on the Sally Ann. Captain Freeman says Oh, pardon. Didna ken ye were with company. JAMIE: She's not company, lad. She's CLAIRE: Our daughter. JAMIE: Brianna. Yer cousin. CLAIRE: I know it's a surprise. But we'll explain it all later. YOUNG IAN: When it comes to ye, Auntie Claire, I've learned it's better not to ask too many questions. Well, then welcome, cousin. [BRIGHT MUSIC] LIZZIE: So handsome. YOUNG IAN: Hmm? Oh, his name's Rollo. [CHUCKLES] You are handsome, aren't you? CLAIRE: Roger's here in North Carolina? BRIANNA: Not anymore. I didn't want him to follow me. This was something I wanted to do on my own. But somehow he managed to find me in Wilmington. God, I was so mad at him, that he risked his life But also really happy to see him. CLAIRE: You're in love with him. BRIANNA: Yes. We were handfast. [SIGHS] Then we got into this huge fight. And now he's headed to Scotland and back through the stones. CLAIRE: Over one argument? BRIANNA: Well, we were both upset. He threatened to, and I told him to go ahead That I didn't need him here. I should have gone after him. He sailed away this morning. It's my fault. CLAIRE: Bree. BRIANNA: I missed you so much, Mama. [DRAMATIC MUSIC] CLAIRE: I've missed you too, my darling. YOUNG IAN: I get a chill down my back when we pass through here. BRIANNA: Why? YOUNG IAN: The first time we made this journey, something terrible happened. We were robbed. The bastard and his men took everything we had. The worst of it is, is that Uncle Jamie had helped this criminal to regain his liberty. BRIANNA: I'm sure he was only trying to do the right thing. YOUNG IAN: Aye. Couldn't have foreseen it. This man, Stephen Bonnet he had a a way about him. Ye ken? Irish charm. He he fooled us all. He slit our friend Lesley's throat right in front of Auntie Claire. Stole her wedding ring too. Uncle Jamie's never forgiven himself. [GASPS SOFTLY] Are ye all right, cousin? [GASPS] BRIANNA: Sorry. Sorry, it's just you paint such a vivid picture. I can see it so clearly in my mind. YOUNG IAN: No, I'm sorry. I didna wish to scare ye. Hey, ye needn't worry. I'm sure 'tis only in our nightmares he can trouble us now, eh? JAMIE: Did ye hear more last night? Still can't believe this this Roger left her alone. CLAIRE: Well, hopefully once we reach home, she'll tell me the full story. JAMIE: We dinna need it to see she's brokenhearted. But but we'll do what we can to see it mended. [CHUCKLES] So, uh the news she brought. CLAIRE: Well, it certainly is disconcerting. JAMIE: Aye. CLAIRE: We could make sure we're never in the cabin the Sunday before January 21st. JAMIE: Every year for a decade? CLAIRE: We'll make a holiday out of it. [CHUCKLES] JAMIE: I dinna believe it'll be as simple as that. We havena had much luck changing history in the past, Claire. YOUNG IAN: Whoa. JAMIE: Come on, lass. IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/DanielBoone.png BRIANNA: Wow. This is incredible. Reminds me of Daniel Boone. JAMIE: A man ye ken from yer time? BRIANNA: I don't know him, only of him. No, he's Actually, he's alive now. Daniel Boone's a frontiersman. He'll explore lands further west over those mountains. They'll name towns after him. Sorry, I I don't JAMIE: It's fine. CLAIRE: He's used to it. JAMIE: Aye. [SIGHS] - [WHISTLES] - [HORSE WHINNIES] JAMIE: Glad to see ye're still breathing. MURTAGH: Yep. Ye ken by now, I'm not an easy man to kill. JAMIE: Heh. When'd you arrive? MURTAGH: Last night. Thanks to you. JAMIE: Tryon wants to have ye arrested for conspiracy. Ye have a spy among yer men. MURTAGH: Had. I thought it wise to make myself scarce for a while. JAMIE: Hmm. I have a fine piece of land set aside for ye. Say the word and I'll make a start on yer cabin. Now I have a surprise for ye. MURTAGH: Ah, the lad's done well for himself, bringing back two lassies. JAMIE: This is Brianna Our daughter. Brianna, this is my godfather, Murtagh. BRIANNA: Hi. MURTAGH: What took ye so long, lass? [CHUCKLES] YOUNG IAN: Auntie Claire says ye visited Lallybroch. So ye met my ma and da, then. BRIANNA: Just your father. Your mother was away helping with a birth. I'm sorry, I I don't remember which of your siblings it was. [CHUCKLES] JAMIE: Dinna fash. We'll, uh, teach ye all the names. YOUNG IAN: Aye, could be ages learning, mind ye. BRIANNA: Yeah, I'm still having enough trouble with Fergus and CLAIRE: Marsali. BRIANNA: Marsali. JAMIE: Ye'll meet them soon. We hope they'll move here in the spring. BRIANNA: Oh, and your father asked me to convey a message. Your mother would like you to write more often. [CHUCKLES] JAMIE: Aw, yer ma chiding ye from across the seas. MURTAGH: Aye, and if ye've any sense, ye'll pay heed, or no doubt she'll cross the sea and tell ye herself. ALL: [CHUCKLING] MURTAGH: Been that way since she was a lass. ALL: [CHUCKLING] BRIANNA: What was Jamie like as a boy? MURTAGH: Ooh. JAMIE: [GROANS] Best, uh, clear away the cobwebs if ye're to remember anything from that time. [LAUGHS] MURTAGH: Well, then there was a time when wee Jamie was sent off to foster with his Uncle Dougal. JAMIE: Oh, Christ. IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/TabithaStory.png MURTAGH: He was around 14 or so. Dougal had four daughters. And Tabitha was the first girl that Jamie ever kissed. JAMIE: Uh, she was the first girl to ever kiss me. I, uh, was carrying two pails of milk for her, and Tib took me by the ears, kissed me. Mwah. Mind you, I spilled the milk. CLAIRE: Mm. A memorable first experience. JAMIE: And her mother caught us and told Dougal about it. MURTAGH: Aye, so the next morning, Jamie wakes up to find Dougal standing over him. Oh, they had a very pleasant conversation. Dougal says that he would hate to think that his nephew could take advantage of his daughter's feelings. YOUNG IAN: Hmm, that doesn't sound so bad. MURTAGH: Aye, but the whole time that Dougal was talking, he had one hand on his dirk and the other one resting on Jamie's bollocks. [LAUGHTER] JAMIE: Ah, I didna look at a lass again until I was 16. [LAUGHTER] YOUNG IAN: Great. I want to hear more of these stories. MURTAGH: Plenty more where that came from, lad. JAMIE: I think that's enough stories for one night. MURTAGH: Ah, it's good to have family around the table again. JAMIE: Aye. YOUNG IAN: I'll go fetch us some more wood for the fire. CLAIRE: You'll never guess who I met. BRIANNA: Um, King George? [CHUCKLES] CLAIRE: Warm. George Washington. BRIANNA: [GASPS] That's amazing. I'd love to hear more about it, but I, uh I'm exhausted. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to bed. Good night. MURTAGH: Good night, lass. CLAIRE: Of course, darling. I'll, uh I'll walk you to the shelter. I can check in on Lizzie. It's a shame she wasn't feeling well enough to join us. [DOOR CLATTERS SHUT] MURTAGH: The lass reminds me of yer mother. Same eyes. JAMIE: Aye, she does. MURTAGH: And she's here. Hmm. Ye've suffered enough pain in yer life. I'm glad for ye, lad. JAMIE: I just hope she can feel this place is her home. She's still a stranger. MURTAGH: Give her time. She'll come to know ye. [SIGHS] CLAIRE: Checked in on Lizzie again this morning, and in better light, it could be malaria. I think an infusion of Jesuit bark will help with that. BRIANNA: I hope so. She's been a good friend to me. CLAIRE: Hmm. BRIANNA: Daddy knew. That you came back. I saw the obituary on his desk years ago. I didn't realize what it was at the time, but I remembered it recently when I found it again myself. He knew you came back to Jamie. CLAIRE: [CHUCKLES SOFTLY] Frank was an astute man. He always knew my heart was here. BRIANNA: I can see it too. I see why you had to come back to Jamie. CLAIRE: It's quite a lot to take in being here. It was for me. It's quite overwhelming. BRIANNA: Oh. Oh, damn it! God. [GROANS] CLAIRE: It's all right. It's all right. Let me help. Hey. You know, you can talk to me about Roger. BRIANNA: He's gone. There's nothing I can do about that now. It's not as if I can phone him. BONNET: Spend it wisely. Next. Mr. MacKenzie. Mm. Back to Carolina for you, is it? ROGER: As soon as I can make my way aboard another ship. You have Danu. I have Eros. Forgive me, Captain, but I wondered if I may have one or two of those small gems instead of coin as wages. BONNET: Huh. Mm. The smaller ones, perhaps. Eros must be a difficult lord to serve. Always a lassie. Next. [PLEASANT MUSIC] [SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY] [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - Thanks. Thanks. Thank you. CLAIRE: Safe travels. [GUNSHOT] [CHUCKLES] [GUNSHOT] JAMIE: Christ. Where in God's name did ye learn to shoot like that? BRIANNA: My father. JAMIE: Frank. I ken his name. Yer mother told me about him. BRIANNA: Yeah. He and I would camp out, and he taught me to shoot. So JAMIE: [GRUNTS] Ha. It's a far cry from the still-cellar at Leoch. It does make whisky, though. YOUNG IAN: Of a sort. JAMIE: The farmers from the Ridge supply the barley and help distribute the liquor. BRIANNA: So does everyone always call you "Young" Ian? YOUNG IAN: When I was a bairn, it was "Wee" Ian. BOTH: [CHUCKLE] BRIANNA: Everyone always just calls me "Bree." [PLAYFUL MUSIC] MURTAGH: Is that what you call her when you shorten her name? JAMIE: Aye. BRIANNA: Something wrong with Bree? JAMIE: No, it's a Scots word. Doesna translate. YOUNG IAN AND JAMIE: [SPEAKING GAELIC] BRIANNA: [GAGS] CLAIRE: A bree means a disturbance? JAMIE: Aye. Among other things. CLAIRE: Well, you could have told her that. She's not some fragile piece of glass that can break, you know. JAMIE: I dinna want to hurt the lass. She's clearly heartsick over this Roger. I ken how she feels. When I thought I'd lost ye forever, breathing was a chore. BOTH: [CHUCKLE] CLAIRE: That's just a part of it. She doesn't want to hurt you. I've watched the two of you the last few weeks tiptoeing around talking about Frank. Perhaps you should take her hunting with you. It would take her mind off Roger, and, well, you'd have some time to spend together alone. [WIND WHISTLING] [DRAMATIC MUSIC] Jamie enters the small shelter in the wee hours while Brianna is sleeping. He sees her smile in her sleep. JAMIE: Brianna. I'll be hunting up the mountain. Will ye come wi' me, lass? BRIANNA: [NODS YES] BRIANNA: So what are we hunting? JAMIE: Bees. BRIANNA: Bees? How do you hunt bees? JAMIE: Uh, look for flowers. BOTH: [CHUCKLE] JAMIE: It's, uh it's good to spend time with you, a leannan, m' annsachd. BRIANNA: You called me that before. What does that mean a leannan? And the other word you said? JAMIE: It means means my darling. M' annsachd, my blessing. [LAUGHS] JAMIE: Look. [EAGLE CHIRPING] BRIANNA: Huh. JAMIE: See, the hummingbirds like to drink from the long-throated flowers, but the bees canna get inside. They like the the broad, flat flowers like these. BRIANNA: Huh. JAMIE: Ah, they light on them and wallow till they're all covered over wi' yellow. BRIANNA: Hmm. [BEE BUZZING] JAMIE: Watch. See which direction they go. [BEE BUZZING] [BEES BUZZING] JAMIE: A tree. That's good. Sometimes they hive among the rocks, and then there's little ye can do. Now, it's best to wait until dark, for then all the swarm will be inside the hive. BRIANNA: How will you move the hive? JAMIE: Once all the bees have gone to their rest, I'll, uh I'll blow a bit o' smoke into the hive, keep them stunned And then wrap it in my bag. Then once we've returned home, ye'll see. I'll place it in a bee gum, and come the morning, the bees will venture out, looking around for the nearest flowers. BRIANNA: Won't they realize they aren't in their proper place? JAMIE: Hmm. And what'll they do about it? They've no means to find their way back and no home left here to come back to. BRIANNA: Ah. JAMIE: Nay, they'll be content. Content in their new home. BRIANNA: I have a home. JAMIE: I dinna wish to replace your father. He was a good man. BRIANNA: I feel disloyal to him even being here with you. JAMIE: I'm grateful to him. He raised you for yer mother's sake, a child of another man, a man he had no cause to love. He stood by ye both. And he loved you, even though he didna see himself in you. I had to give you to him. Though I canna say I'm sorry ye came back to me. BRIANNA: Sure I'm not a bree? Disturbance, huh? - Murtagh told me. [CHUCKLES] JAMIE: Aye, ye are. As was yer mother before ye, but Ye're one I welcome. Ye're my flesh and blood. And since ye returned to me, I'm finding ye're my my heart and soul as well. So I will keep calling ye Bree, if ye dinna mind it. BRIANNA: No. I don't know what to call you. IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/CallMeDa.png JAMIE: You can call me Da, if ye like. BRIANNA: Da? Is that Gaelic? JAMIE: No. It's only it's only simple. [CHUCKLES] CLAIRE: Welcome back. I'll put the kettle on, shall I? JAMIE: [CHUCKLES] Good job. You too. Hmm. Aye, look at that. BRIANNA: Mmm. CLAIRE: Mm. Can't sleep? JAMIE: No. CLAIRE: Something bothering you? Oh. JAMIE: Just a foolish regret. These past few weeks with our daughter Mean so much to me. Must we lose her? I dinna want her to return to her own time, Sassenach. CLAIRE: I wish she could stay here too. For a while at least, but Not forever. She belongs back in her time. It's safer there. There's more opportunities for her. IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/ShesAGift.png JAMIE: I know I mustn't grieve for it, but [SIGHS] She She smiles in her sleep, as ye say I do. I remember Jenny bending over each of her newborn bairns, watching them for hours. I could watch Brianna like that and never tire of it. She's a gift From me to you And you to me. [CHUCKLES] And she called me Da. - [CHUCKLES] - Hmm. [BIRDS CHIRPING] LIZZIE: Mistress. Ye're awake so early. BRIANNA: I couldn't sleep. LIZZIE: I thought I heard ye crying in the night. Are you all right? BRIANNA: Just a bad dream. LIZZIE: Another one? Ye've been having so many. BRIANNA: Lizzie, I'm fine. Honest. LIZZIE: Very well, then. If ye dinna mind, I'll be going with Ian to the mill today. BRIANNA: Of course. I'm gonna pick herbs with my mother. I'll see you in a while? CLAIRE: Now, I know you're missing Roger. There's something else, isn't there? BRIANNA: I wondered if you could still do that. CLAIRE: Do what? BRIANNA: Read my mind. Sort of hoped you could. CLAIRE: Well, I expect I'm a little out of practice. Give me a moment. How far along are you? [EXHALES HEAVILY] BRIANNA: About two months. CLAIRE: Didn't you or Roger think to use any precautions? BRIANNA: I didn't think I needed to pack condoms, Mama. CLAIRE: Of course. I don't suppose Roger knows about any of this Given that he left so soon after? BRIANNA: Well, um It might not be Roger's. CLAIRE: What? BRIANNA: It might not be Roger's baby. CLAIRE: All right. Then, uh, whose? BRIANNA: Um There was this man at the Willow Tree Tavern. We started talking, and And And then I didn't fight him. I didn't fight him hard enough. Why the hell didn't I fight him? CLAIRE: Brianna. Oh, Brianna. [CRYING] No, it's not your fault. Oh, my baby. [CRYING] Oh, my baby. [CRYING] How, uh how certain are you that well, that the baby isn't Roger's? BRIANNA: Well, he didn't I mean, Roger didn't, um um CLAIRE: Withdrawal method. And when did the BRIANNA: It was the same night. CLAIRE: Oh, Brianna. BRIANNA: [CRYING] CLAIRE: Shh. CLAIRE: I need to talk to you. About Brianna. JAMIE: She wants to leave. CLAIRE: No. JAMIE: What? CLAIRE: She was raped. In Wilmington. Right after Roger left. She only just told me today. But there's something else. She's pregnant. [SOMBER MUSIC] [HORSE WHINNIES] YOUNG IAN: Lizzie. What's the matter? LIZZIE: It's him. Lord, it's it's him. YOUNG IAN: Who? [DRAMATIC MUSIC] [DOG BARKS] Uncle Jamie. JAMIE: Ian? Lizzie? What's wrong? YOUNG IAN: She saw a man that put a fright into her, Uncle. LIZZIE: Near the road, sir. YOUNG IAN: She kent him. Seen him before with Brianna. JAMIE: And? LIZZIE: At Wilmington. A brute of a man, he was. Brianna was afraid of him. He came close to her a-and held her by the arms. Took her away with him. JAMIE: And you let her go wi' him? LIZZIE: I should have gone after her, but I was afraid, sir. May God forgive me. She she didna return nigh till dawn. She had bruises, and her nose was bleeding. And there was blood on her petticoats. And I could smell him on her his seed. She was a virgin when he took her. I am her maid, sir. I saw the blood. And now he's come after her JAMIE: Are ye sure this is the same man who attacked her? LIZZIE: I'm sure of it. YOUNG IAN: D'ye think he's come to claim her? JAMIE: Go to the cabin. Dinna breathe a word of this to my wife or daughter. You understand? LIZZIE: O dear Mother. O blessed Mother, what have I done? JAMIE: Go! Ian, see her home. [TENSE MUSIC] BRIANNA: Need some help? CLAIRE: Where did you get this? Brianna, tell me. Stephen Bonnet? He's the man who BRIANNA: I saw him with your ring, and I offered to buy it from him. CLAIRE: That's when it happened? Why did you not tell me this? BRIANNA: I couldn't. Ian told me about what happened on the river. And I knew that you would feel awful for what happened to me because of the ring and Jamie would blame himself because he helped Bonnet escape. If he knows, he'll try to find Bonnet. And I can't let him do that. You've met the man, Mama. You know what he's like. You have to promise me to keep this to yourself. CLAIRE: No. BRIANNA: Promise. [DRAMATIC MUSIC] IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/RogerAtFrasersRidge.png ROGER: Good day, sir. Could you tell me if Fraser's Ridge is near [BLOW LANDS] JAMIE: [GRUNTS] ROGER: [GROANS] [GRUNTS] [GRUNTING] [DOG BARKING] JAMIE: [GRUNTING] [GRUNTS] YOUNG IAN: Someone's coming. Someone's coming! [HOOVES CLOPPING] It's Tom Burley. [BREATHING HEAVILY] [GROANS] [BREATHING HEAVILY] [HOOVES CLOPPING] JAMIE: [BREATHING HEAVILY] Get rid of him. YOUNG IAN: Should I kill him? JAMIE: No. No, I won't make a murderer of you. Not that he doesn't deserve it. BOTH: [GRUNTING] JAMIE: One, two, three. BOTH: [GRUNTING AS THEY HOIST ROGER ONTO HIS HORSE] JAMIE: Go. IMAGE: Episodes/04-09/OutOfMySight.png YOUNG IAN: What d'ye want me to do wi' him? JAMIE: I dinna care. Just get him out of my sight. [DOG BARKS] [DOG BARKS] S04-E10: The Deep Heart's Core — Directed by David Moore; Written by Luke Schelhaas CHARACTERS: Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan) Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Young Ian (John Bell) Stephen Bonnet (Ed Speleers) Lizzie Wemyss (Caitlin O'Ryan) Jocasta Cameron (Maria Doyle Kennedy) Ulysses (Colin McFarlane) Phaedre (Natalie Simpson) Kaheroton (Braeden Clark) Satehoronies (Gregory Dominic Odjig) Caleb (James MacKenzie) (FIRE CRACKLING) (SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GOAT BLEATS SOFTLY) (FOOTSTEPS RUSTLING ON LEAVES) BRIANNA: What happened? JAMIE: (SOFTLY) Oh. Wee accident near the still. Yer mother told me what happened. Did ye ken the man? BRIANNA: No. (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) JAMIE: Need to check on the snares. Will ye walk with me? Do you hate me, BRIANNA: Da? Hate ye? An unwed pregnant daughter can't be what you hoped for. JAMIE: Why would I think less of ye for something ye didna do, but was done to ye? Dinna fash. I'll see ye marrit. BRIANNA: I don't want to be married. JAMIE: (GRUNTS) With a bairn coming, ye must. BRIANNA: I can't. I love someone else. Back in my time. JAMIE: Yeah. The historian, huh? BRIANNA: Yeah, not that he'll want me now, after what's happened. JAMIE: If he's an honorable, decent man, he'll want ye. If he doesn't, he doesn't deserve ye. And I will travel through time myself to tell him. BRIANNA: I feel so stupid. I could've avoided it. I followed him into a dark room by myself. JAMIE: It's not your fault, Brianna. Never think that. BRIANNA: You weren't there. JAMIE: I didna have to be. BRIANNA: I was scared. JAMIE: Wi' good reason. BRIANNA: But I could've been brave. I could've fought. JAMIE: Brianna - a leannan - I hate myself for what happened. You couldna have stopped him. BRIANNA: I could've tried harder! JAMIE: Ye're right. Ye're right. Ye could have. Unless, of course, ye wanted it. BRIANNA: What? JAMIE: I'm thinkin' I'm thinkin' are ye mebbe playin' wi' the truth a bit, lass? Mebbe it wasn't rape at all. Mebbe ye took a dislike to the lad and made up the story after. BRIANNA: You think I'm lying?! JAMIE: Ye wouldn't be the first lass to make a mistake and try to hide it. Mebbe Mebbe you enjoyed it. (GRUNTS) JAMIE: Huh? Is that all ye've got for me lass, huh? BRIANNA: Get off of me. JAMIE: I could break your neck. I could end your life here and now. Could ye stop me? (GRUNTING) Answer me. Answer me! IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/CouldYouStopMe.png BRIANNA: No! (PANTING) No. JAMIE: No. No, and you couldna have stopped him either. Bree would ye think yourself a coward because ye couldna fight off a wolf with yer bare hands? It took courage not to fight. If ye did, he woulda killed ye. BRIANNA: Did you fight back against Jack Randall? Mama told me about him, about what happened at Wentworth. Did you fight him? I gave him my word not to fight. JAMIE: For yer mother's life, I would do the same again. BRIANNA: Did you kill him finally? JAMIE: Why are ye asking, lass? BRIANNA: I've been wondering if it would help if I killed the man who did this to me. JAMIE: And ye'll have killed a man before? BRIANNA: Think I can't, don't you? JAMIE: And what will ye get back? BRIANNA: Mama told me you tried to kill Jack Randall in Paris in a duel. What did you try to get back? JAMIE: My honor. BRIANNA: You don't think my honor is worth trying to get back? JAMIE: I think ye would get yerself killed if ye tried to do something foolish like that. BRIANNA: At least I'd take him with me. JAMIE: I did kill Randall, finally, at Culloden. I awoke on the moor wi' his corpse on top of me. BRIANNA: Did it help? JAMIE: Vengeance didna seem so important then. There were hundreds dead upon the moor and I thought I'd be one of them. But he was. So I left him to God. BRIANNA: I keep thinking, if he was dead, maybe I could forget. IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/TimeWillLetYouHeal.png JAMIE: Ye wilna forget, but time will let you heal. (DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) (GROANS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) - (YELPS, GRUNTS) ROGER: Hey, stop! Hey, stop! Stop! Stop! (PANTING) - Are ye all right, man? - No Come on, we need to get you on your feet. CALEB: No more. No more. ROGER: Come on. CALEB: No more. ROGER: He needs water. But he's hurt (BLOW FALLS) - (GROANS) KAHEROTON: You do not speak. (GROANS) (PANTING) ROGER: No, get up. Come on, get up. Get up, come on. CALEB: Don't do this. ROGER: Get up. Come on, get up! The Mohawk party is gathered around a fire listening to a story told by Satehoronies. (SPEAKING MOHAWK SOFTLY) IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/SatehoroniesStory.png SATEHORONIES: Skywoman's daughter, Breath of Wind, gave birth to twin sons. Skywoman named them Sapling and Flint. Sapling created all that is good. He made rivers that flowed in two directions. Flint created all that is bad... CALEB: What are you doing? ROGER: Keeping track of every passing day. A week since I was sold to these bastards. It's Tuesday, if you were wondering. CALEB: You want to know what day it is? To what purpose? ROGER: I want to know how long it takes to arrive wherever we're going. (COUGHS) ROGER: I estimate that though we're walking slowly, we are walking all day, so perhaps ten miles each day. And we're going almost due north. I've been observing landmarks too so I can find them later on my return. CALEB: (COUGHING) You think you'll survive? ROGER: I have to. I can't die like this. Not here, not now. I'm going to escape. I'm going to get back to my wife. What? (LAUGHS) CALEB: You're gonna need a longer string (LAUGHING) (COUGHS) CLAIRE: Bree, it wouldn't be easy. It would be dangerous, and it would hurt. I don't have anything for the pain, only whisky. But if you want me to, I could do it. It would have to be surgical. I don't have the right herbs, and well, not only are they unreliable, but they're risky. At least, with surgery, well, it's more certain. It would have to be soon While the fetus is still small. I know this is an impossible decision But I want you to know, it is an option. BRIANNA: What would you do? I mean, did you ever consider it? CLAIRE: What? No. What, with you? No, I never. Bree, it was a different situation. I wanted you. I loved your father, and he wanted you. Darling, what is it? BRIANNA: The withdrawal method isn't foolproof. It is possible that the baby could be Roger's, right? CLAIRE: Yes. It's possible. Bree, if you want to keep this baby and go back to your life, to Roger Then you would have to go now. BRIANNA: Now? Why? CLAIRE: Well, you can go through pregnant. We know this because I went through with you. To go through with a baby in your arms I don't know what would happen. It might not make it. It might stay while you go Or go somewhere else. BRIANNA: So in other words (INHALES DEEPLY) no matter what I choose, I have to choose now. CLAIRE: Oh, Bree (SIGHS) (DOG BARKING) (GOAT BLEATS) YOUNG IAN: Here, cousin. Let me help ye with that. BRIANNA: Are you sure? YOUNG IAN: Aye, 'tis nae bother. I'll take it over the way for you. BRIANNA: Thank you. YOUNG IAN: Come, Rollo. JAMIE: He's smitten wi' ye, lass. BRIANNA: He's my cousin. (WOOD CLATTERS) JAMIE: Can ye no be smitten with cousins in yer time? BRIANNA: It's, uh, not encouraged. Ah. He's sweet, though. It's nice to have a cousin. I never did before. JAMIE: She seems at peace here, doesn't she? Aye. She'd grow roots there if she could (CHUCKLES) In her wee garden. BRIANNA: My father used to say the same thing. He used to joke that she would leave us someday and go and live alone in the woods. I guess she kind of did only she's not alone. JAMIE: Ye must think it's my fault she left ye. After all that happened to you, coming here to find her BRIANNA: No, I'm glad she did. And I came here to find you too. (GOAT BLEATS) CLAIRE: Here. Hamburgers. Messy cheeseburgers, with all the fixings from Carmi's. BRIANNA: Mm. Ah, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. CLAIRE: Oh (SIGHS) Aspirin. BRIANNA: Seriously? Aspirin? - Leave it to the doctor. CLAIRE: Oh. You tell me that the next time you have a headache. BRIANNA: Led Zeppelin. CLAIRE: Led Zeppelin? BRIANNA: Mm-hmm. It's a band. You wouldn't like 'em. CLAIRE: Hmm. Maybe I would. BRIANNA: I doubt it. (CHUCKLES) CLAIRE: Oh, music. To be able to listen to it anytime you want, just to be able to put a record on Some good jazz. BRIANNA: Toilets. (SIGHS) BOTH: That flush. (BOTH CHUCKLE) CLAIRE: It's good to have you here, Bree. (FIRE CRACKLING) (SOFTLY) BRIANNA: Roger? Oh, my God. I knew you'd come back for me. ROGER: Of course I did. What's wrong? BRIANNA: I'm pregnant, and I don't know if it's yours. BONNET: I hope it is. (OMINOUS MUSIC) I've always wanted to be a father. Perhaps it'll have my eyes. BRIANNA: No, no, no. No! No! (GRUNTING) - Get off of me! No! BONNET: That's it, darling. That's the lively ride I was looking for. BRIANNA: No! Lizzie, help me! (MUFFLED SCREAMING) Lizzie! Lizzie! Help me! (SOBBING) LIZZIE: Miss Mistress. (PANTING) Shh. It's another nightmare is all. It was him, wasn't it? The man who Here. Drink. BRIANNA: You know, then? LIZZIE: He canna hurt ye now, Mistress. BRIANNA: I know. But still LIZZIE: No. He wilna. I can promise that. BRIANNA: How? LIZZIE: I ken it, is all, Mistress. BRIANNA: You know something. Something you're not telling me. LIZZIE: I swore I wouldn't, but ye need to ken, Mistress, if only to rid you of these nightmares. He was here. BRIANNA: What are you talking about? LIZZIE: I s-saw him on the road, and I told yer da. I told him who it was and what he'd done, and yer da beat him. Nearly beat him to death, he did. And he had Ian send him away. So ye see? He canna hurt ye again. BRIANNA: He was here? Wait, how do you know what he looked like? LIZZIE: I saw him with my own eyes. BRIANNA: When? LIZZIE: Did I not see him come after ye and grab you outside of the tavern? BRIANNA: Lizzie, who is it you think did this to me? (FOREBODING MUSIC) MURTAGH: The mash will be ready for distilling within the month. JAMIE: Aye, good. The the next batch is almost ready for a taste. Oh, and, uh, Tom Burley's already requested two casks. (DOOR CREAKS) BRIANNA: Where is Roger? Lizzie told me Roger was here, and Jamie beat him. JAMIE: I thought Roger went back. BRIANNA: Yeah, I thought so too, but he didn't, did he? What did you do to him? Your hand It's true, isn't it? MURTAGH: I think I'll, uh, wait outside. Come, lad. YOUNG IAN: Aye. BRIANNA: No, he stays. He was involved in this too. Weren't you, cousin? (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) CLAIRE: Jamie, what have you done? JAMIE: Aye, I gave a man a beating. But if it was yer historian, then I didna ken it. And you said he'd already left here. Even so, if he did ravish ye as Lizzie said BRIANNA: Ugh, Lizzie was wrong. He didn't. JAMIE: What, he didna bed ye? BRIANNA: No! (SIGHS) Well, yes, he did, but I wanted him to. We were handfast, and then we got in this huge fight, - and he left, and that was JAMIE: You bedded him from lust? Ye said he'd raped ye of yer virtue. I nearly killed the man. To think I was defending your honor, and now I come to find ye claim yourself violated upon findin' yerself wi' child IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/WrongMan.png BRIANNA: I was violated, you self-righteous bastard By someone else! You beat up the wrong man. JAMIE: Is it true? I'm sorry, lass, I BRIANNA: Go to hell. JAMIE: I'll make it right. You have my word as your father. BRIANNA: My father would never have said the things you said to me. He was a good man. You're nothing but a savage. CLAIRE: Bree BRIANNA: (WEEPING) YOUNG IAN: Then who was it? Who attacked you, cousin? (STAMMERS) JAMIE: If it wasna Roger, then who? (FOREBODING MUSIC) CLAIRE: It was him. JAMIE: Bonnet? BRIANNA: Yes. Now where the hell is Roger? IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/ISoldHim.png YOUNG IAN: Wi' the Mohawk. I I I sold him to the Mohawk. BRIANNA: You sold him? (GRUNTS) CLAIRE: Bree! YOUNG IAN: I thought he'd violated you, cousin! BRIANNA: Yeah, I understand. Thanks. LIZZIE: I'm so sorry, Mistress. BRIANNA: You should be. (SHOUTS) (DISHES CLATTERING) BRIANNA: No! No. You do not get to be more angry than me. (TENSE MUSIC) Now, how do we get Roger back? Where do the Mohawk live? YOUNG IAN: They were they were only passing through, trading with the Cherokee. BRIANNA: So we go after him. CLAIRE: Bree The Mohawk live in upstate New York. That's at least 700 miles from here. (DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/TodayWeRideFaster.png KAHEROTON: Today we ride faster than yesterday. Will they kill him? YOUNG IAN: I don't think so. The Cherokee say the Mohawks are fierce but honorable, and the ones I met seemed so. They won't kill him if he's of use to them. It's said that they adopt folk into their tribe (SIGHS) In order to replace those as are killed or die of sickness. When I gave him to them, they gave me this, and BRIANNA: So that was your price? YOUNG IAN: Aye, it was, I suppose. But now, this will help us find their village. JAMIE: Aye. Aye, your cousin and I will find him. We'll trade all we have Whisky, cloth, coin BRIANNA: You think I'm letting the two of you go and find him alone? You're insane. You've done enough damage. We're all going. YOUNG IAN: They're more than a week ahead of us. If they dinna stop, we'll be lagging behind for months. BRIANNA: So we'll go faster. JAMIE: Not wi' a lass wi' child among us. CLAIRE: If we must go all the way to New York, there and back it is four months' time or more. Brianna? You haven't even decided yet about BRIANNA: I have. I'm keeping it. CLAIRE: Are you sure? BRIANNA: It could be Roger's, right? CLAIRE: It could be. BRIANNA: If there's even the slightest chance it's his, then (INHALES DEEPLY) I'm gonna keep it. And not just for him, but for me too. And if it's not his, then I'll love it anyway. I know I will. CLAIRE: (SIGHS) I will help you through everything. BRIANNA: You're not gonna be here to help me. CLAIRE: Of course I'll be here. BRIANNA: No. He's right. I'll only slow them down. But you won't. CLAIRE: No. BRIANNA: After everything those two have done, can you look me in the eye and tell me you trust their judgment? You have to go. The last time Roger saw them, they beat him and sold him to the Mohawk. He won't see them as rescuers. He'll run. He needs to see the face of someone he knows and trusts, and if it can't be me CLAIRE: No. Absolutely not. BRIANNA: Mama, he's gonna need a doctor. CLAIRE: I am not leaving you alone here, not in a million years. BRIANNA: I'll have Lizzie. I'll be fine. CLAIRE: I am not leaving you and Lizzie here alone. BRIANNA: Well, then (SIGHS) Think of something else. JAMIE: Aunt Jocasta. It's the safest place. YOUNG IAN: But River Run's in the wrong direction. We'd never catch up with the Mohawk. MURTAGH: I'll take her. I remember Jocasta from Leoch. It's been an age, but I remember. JAMIE: Aye. Aye, I'll write her a letter explaining everything. Lizzie can go wi' ye. I'll ask Tom Burley to look out for the The crops and the animals. BRIANNA: Good. It's settled, then. CLAIRE: Brianna BRIANNA: Mama, you're going. All of you are. And you're going to bring him back to me. (SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC) JAMIE: Ye told me he'd gone back. How was I to know? Ye knew it was Stephen Bonnet yet said naught to me. CLAIRE: You told me you hit a tree. JAMIE: No. You said that. I-I just let you believe it. I didna want ye thinkin' Claire! JAMIE: I must ask one more favor of ye. When ye've delivered my daughter to River Run, head to Wilmington. Find Stephen Bonnet. MURTAGH: The man who JAMIE: Aye. Bring him to me in secret. I'm gonna kill him. IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/MyCarriageAwaits.png ROGER: Let me guess My carriage awaits. CLAIRE: Bree, I might not be back before the baby's born. BRIANNA: I know. CLAIRE: There will be midwives at River Run. And Jocasta will make sure that you're well taken care of. BRIANNA: Oh, here, I, uh I made this. I thought I don't know. I thought maybe it would help you find him. IMAGE: H=300 Episodes/04-10/BreesSketchOfRoger.png CLAIRE: It will. It's a good likeness. Brianna, have you thought about wh-what do you want me to say to Roger? BRIANNA: Tell him everything. I thought he left me, Mama. But he didn't. He came back for me. CLAIRE: Yes, he did. BRIANNA: But this baby might not be his, and he deserves to know that. YOUNG IAN: Auntie Claire, we're ready. MURTAGH: And we're ready as well. BRIANNA: You have to bring him back to me. YOUNG IAN: Cousin? For my part in this calamity, I want ye to know, if we dinna find him It would be my honor to take yer hand in the holy sacrament of marriage JAMIE: Get off yer knee, ye idjit. I will find him, lass. I wilna rest until I do. Ye have my word. BRIANNA: I'll hold you to that vow. CLAIRE: You take good care of my daughter, Lizzie. LIZZIE: Aye, Mistress. I will. BRIANNA: I'm so sorry, Mama. CLAIRE: For what? BRIANNA: For making you leave me. (SIGHS) CLAIRE: Oh, Bree. (SIGHS) MURTAGH: Walk on. (DOG BARKING) (GRUNTS) (WATER RUSHING) (GULPING) (BLOW FALLS) (GROANS) (PANTING) (FOREBODING MUSIC) (SCREAMS) (SHOUTING IN MOHAWK) (SCREAMING) (PAINED GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (SCREAMS) (GROANS) (SHOUTING IN MOHAWK) (GUNSHOT) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (SPEAKING MOHAWK) (PANTING) (GROANS) (BREATHING SHAKILY) (CARRIAGE RATTLING) (DOOR CREAKS) (DOOR CLOSES) ULYSSES: May I help you, sir? MURTAGH: Here to see Mistress Cameron. ULYSSES: Mm. May I inquire as to who is asking for her? Ah. Will you follow me? (CLEARS THROAT) JOCASTA: What is it, Ulysses? ULYSSES: A letter, Mistress, from your nephew, written in his own hand. JOCASTA: Well, read it, please. ULYSSES: Mistress. MURTAGH: It says, 'This letter is carried to you by my godfather, Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser.' JOCASTA: Murtagh? - Is it you? MURTAGH: 'Tis. IMAGE: Episodes/04-10/IdKnowThoseHandsAnywhere.png JOCASTA: Blessed Bride. Come closer. (LAUGHS) Oh. Oh, aye. I'd know those hands anywhere. They told ye, no doubt, that my eyes have long failed me? MURTAGH: Mm, aye. You must have taken careful note of my hands to recall them after 30 years have passed. (LAUGHS) JOCASTA: How could I not? Ye could hardly keep them from my sister every day of her young life. Every time I looked at her, there ye were wi' a hand held out to help her, or wi' flowers in them for her. MURTAGH: Little good it did me in the end. JOCASTA: You gained a godson, as I recall. MURTAGH: That I did. (CHUCKLES) (FLOORBOARDS CREAK) JOCASTA: Who else is here? MURTAGH: Brianna, Jamie and Claire's daughter from Boston. JOCASTA: Daughter? BRIANNA: It's a long story. JOCASTA: And what else does this letter convey, Ulysses? ULYSSES: (CLEARS THROAT) BRIANNA: It says that I am with child and unmarried. It asks that you look after me, despite the mark it might bring to your good name, while my mother and Jamie search for the man to whom I have been handfast, who may or may not be dead more or less. ULYSSES: That is about the extent of it, Mistress. JOCASTA: Oh, my sweet girl. Come here close to me. (CHUCKLES) Of course you may stay with us. My dear, sweet girl. (PANTING) (LOW BUZZING) ROGER: Oh, my God. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GASPS) (LOW BUZZING) (EXHALES) (SCOFFS) (GROANS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC ESCALATES) S04-E11: If Not For Hope — Directed by Mairzee Almas; Written by Bronwyn Garrity and Shaina Fewell CHARACTERS: Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Jamie (Sam Heughan) Young Ian (John Bell) Lord John Grey (David Berry) Gerald Forbes (Billy Boyd) Kaheroton (Braeden Clark) Fergus (César Domboy) Bryan Cranna (Martin Donaghy) Jocasta Cameron (Maria Doyle Kennedy) Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Marsali (Lauren Lyle) Ulysses (Colin McFarlane) Mrs. Alderdyce (Maggie McLeod) Captain McPeters (Stuart McMillan) Lizzie Wemyss (Caitlin O'Ryan) Prudence Forbes (Claire Louise Oliver) Phaedre (Natalie Simpson) Colonial Militiaman2 (Ewan Somers) Judge Alderdyce (Andrew Steele) Colonial Militiaman (Neil Thomas) (LOW BUZZING) (DRAMATIC PERCUSSIVE MUSIC) Roger is in his shower enjoying the hot water. He gets out, grabs a towel from a hook, and goes to the mirror where he wipes off the glass to see Kaheroton's reflection next to his own. Then her turns around and is still wet but back with the Mohawks. Kaheroton throws him a rolled up parcel of clothes to put on. KAHEROTON: Don't even think of trying to escape again. Move. We're leaving. Move! LIZZIE: I dinna mean to disturb ye, but I-I thought ye might like a morsel of somethin' while ye're drawing. BRIANNA: Thank you, Lizzie. LIZZIE: Oh, God in heaven. Oh, what have I brought ye to? Oh, monstrous darkness, ye're ye're possessed. BRIANNA: Lizzie, I'm not possessed. I'm I'm hurt, and angry. LIZZIE: It's all my fault. BRIANNA: No. You made an honest mistake. You thought you were protecting me. LIZZIE: But I made such a mess of things. Will ye ever forgive me? BRIANNA: Of course. It's over. We don't need to talk about it again. LIZZIE: And, uh, what about yer father? Will ye forgive him as well? H-he wouldna have done what he did if I hadna been mistaken about Mr. Wakefield. BRIANNA: Even if I could forgive him for what he did to Roger, I can't forget the things he said to me. LIZZIE: I'll leave ye to yer drawing then, Mistress. (SOFT MUSIC) JAMIE: Ye'll have heard about the Mohawk, no doubt, in yer time. CLAIRE: Only in movies. Uh, the moving pictures I've told you about. I don't know much about them. Sometimes it's hard to separate fact from fiction. JAMIE: When ye dinna have two sides of the story, aye, it is. CLAIRE: Well, the portrayals don't tend to weigh heavily in favor of the Mohawk. JAMIE: If there was a moving picture about us, about me, I'd be seen as a fearsome brute. CLAIRE: That would be one side of the story. YOUNG IAN: Uncle. JAMIE: Did the Cherokee recognize that? YOUNG IAN: Aye, they believe it's from a Mohawk village called Shadow Lake. There's a good chance Roger's been taken there. JAMIE: Would they be willing to guide us there? YOUNG IAN: It's at least two months' ride north. JAMIE: Did ye tell them we'll pay, with whisky and furs? YOUNG IAN: They have no business there, Uncle. The Cherokee wilna accompany us. JAMIE: Then we must find our own way there. YOUNG IAN: I can speak some Mohawk, and the Mohawk I sold Roger to spoke English. CLAIRE: We don't know what lies ahead, and it'll be dangerous, but JAMIE: Aye. Aye, we've lived wi' the fear of the unknown before, not knowing if the other is alive or dead, but each passing day, Bree must suffer through the very same thing. Let's be on our way, then. (DOG BARKS) YOUNG IAN: Auntie. Ye should go to him while we've stopped. CLAIRE: Why? Does he need help? YOUNG IAN: So ye're still angry with him, then? CLAIRE: No. Is that what you think? YOUNG IAN: Aren't ye? CLAIRE: No. YOUNG IAN: Go to him, Auntie Claire. We're going to make this right. CLAIRE: I know, Ian. YOUNG IAN: We didna mean to be reckless. We thought CLAIRE: I know what you thought. What you both thought. It's just, I'm finding it hard not to think about how Brianna and Roger must feel. One day, when you've children of your own, you'll understand. You never stop worrying about them. YOUNG IAN: I dinna ken about that. I hate to see ye both sufferin' so. (soft dramatic music) (indistinct chatter) WHO (MAYBE CAPTAIN MCPETERS)? Crossed paths not too long ago. I reckon he'll be in Wilmington in a week's time, but ye're wasting yer breath if ye think Stephen Bonnet will take on a man with one hand. FERGUS: It's not why I'm asking ... IMAGE: Episodes/04-11/MurtaghsBroadsheet.png (SEES MURTAGH'S BROADSHEET) FERGUS: Merde. MARSALI: Any luck today? Still no work at the butcher's, then? FERGUS: 'Tis usually the men that do the butchering, rather than having been butchered themselves. (SIGHS) FERGUS: In Milord's eyes, I'm whole, but to them, here, I'm I'm less than a man. 'Tis no work in Wilmington for someone like me. (MURTAGH CONVERSING SOFTLY) MARSALI: Here's some men who'd be better served out at work. At least ye're tryin'. They've been in there for hours. I have a mind to turn them in myself. FERGUS: For what crime? MARSALI: None of that cheek, Fergus Fraser, not when Murtagh has enlisted yer aid in capturing a murderer. FERGUS: Stephen Bonnet should be in Wilmington in a week's time. So I heard today. MARSALI: (SIGNS) I dinna like it, not with all his meetings with his Regulators. It is burden enough harborin' a wanted man under our roof. FERGUS: He would do the same for me. (sighs) BRYAN: If it comes to that, then aye, we must. MURTAGH: I hope it does. Speak to Malachi. Give him the list of names of all those willing to lay down their lives. - Have ye news of Bonnet? FERGUS: Aye. Good news. (CHUCKLES, HE GIVES HIS WIFE A KISS) PHAEDRE: We dinna have much time to get ye ready. BRIANNA: Ready for what? PHAEDRE: Mistress Cameron's holdin' a dinner next week, and I need to fit ye for a new dress. BRIANNA: Phaedre, could you please tell my aunt I don't need a new dress? PHAEDRE: But ye do, Mistress, and a new dress will help hide yer condition. BRIANNA: Hide it from whom? PHAEDRE: We've got us a lord coming to visit from Virginia, master of Mount Josiah. Mistress Cameron wants to introduce ye to him and some of her other friends. BRIANNA: I don't want to meet anyone. PHAEDRE: Oh, ye dinna mean that. Ye'll soon learn that Mistress Cameron's dinners are the talk of the county, and once ye have a new dress BRIANNA: Phaedre, stay there, by the window. The light, the way it hits your face Here. PHAEDRE: What are ye doing, Miss Fraser? BRIANNA: I'm drawing you. PHAEDRE: Why on Earth would ye do that? IMAGE: Episodes/04-11/BecauseYoureBeautiful.png BRIANNA: You're beautiful. PHAEDRE: Thank ye, Miss Fraser But there's much to be done, and Mistress Cameron wilna be pleased if BRIANNA: You let me worry about Mistress Cameron. JOCASTA: Brianna? BRIANNA: Yes, Auntie? JOCASTA: I have something for ye. If I recall correctly, these earrings will look lovely with yer dress. BRIANNA: Thank you, but I told Phaedre I don't need a new dress. JOCASTA: Aye, she mentioned that, which is why I'm having her alter one of mine to fit ye instead. These are the earrings I used to wear with it. BRIANNA: That's very kind of you. JOCASTA: Ye really should try it on. She'll need to take some measurements, of course. We want ye to look yer best, dear, for the dinner. It's no every day a lord graces these halls. I ken, ye're consumed with worry, and biding yer time here with naught to do about it It's distressing, at the very least, but there's comfort to be found in the company of others. Will ye no enjoy some food, some lively conversation? BRIANNA: Thank you, but I'm honestly happier being by myself, reading, drawing. Hm. JOCASTA: I used to paint. I was never as talented as yer grandmother, Ellen. BRIANNA: I don't know much about her. She was an artist? JOCASTA: Aye. (CHUCKLES) You ye're very much like her. Ye have her spirit. BRIANNA: Hm. I do? JOCASTA: She was our father's favorite. She remained unmarried well past the time a young woman ought to be settled with a husband, but he wouldna force her into a marriage she herself wouldn't accept. BRIANNA: How modern of him. JOCASTA: She was headstrong. Followed her heart. And after Father died, she wed the man she truly loved, Brian Fraser. Our father would've been happy for her. BRIANNA: You're right. Conversation is good for a worried mind. JOCASTA: Aye, and there's plenty more to be had. Phaedre is waiting for ye in yer chamber with the dress. (MURTAGH SNORING) (MARSALI INTENTIONALLY PUTS A MUG DOWN WITH A LOUD CLUNK) MURTAGH: (SNORTS) MARSALI: Sorry! Did I wake ye? MURTAGH: Trouble sleeping, lass? MARSALI: All this about the taxes, with the Governor and the Regulators D'ye think it'll come to anythin'? MURTAGH: I think mebbe it will, aye. MARSALI: (SIGHS) Then I'm hoping ye'll do somethin'. Tell Fergus ye want him to fight alongside ye. MURTAGH: (SCOFFS) Marriage not all ye hoped it would be, lass? If ye're wanting rid of him, I can take him out back and MARSALI: If I wanted him shot, I'd do it myself. And it wouldna be Fergus I'd take aim at first. He doesna put his boots on my blankets. MURTAGH: Christ. (BOOTS CLATTER AS HE KICKS THEM OFF) MARSALI: (SIGHS) I'd like ye to ask Fergus to join ye and yer men to fight, if and when the time comes. MURTAGH: Lass, his (LIFTING HIS LEFT HAND) MARSALI: Aye. I ken. Then ye understand why I'm asking ye. (SOMBER MUSIC) MURTAGH: (CHUCKLES) Aye. MARSALI: I'll have a whole man, or none at all. (hooves clopping) (classical music) (door opens) ULYSSES: Um, Miss Fraser is here, Mistress. JOCASTA: Mm. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present my niece, Brianna Fraser. ULYSSES: The Forbes, Mistress. JOCASTA: Brianna, this is Gerald Forbes and his sister, Prudence Forbes. FORBES: I've been looking forward to this occasion. Have you been enjoying your time at River Run? BRIANNA: Yes. My aunt has been a most generous hostess. FORBES: How do you spend your days here? BRIANNA: Drawing, mostly. JOCASTA: The lass is quite accomplished. FORBES: Splendid! What sort of things do you draw? BRIANNA: I recently finished a portrait of Phaedre. PRUDENCE: Oh, I presume you mean the Phaedre of Greek mythology, wife of Theseus. JOCASTA: Yes. A good, strong, Greek name. JUDGE ALDERDYCE: I believe Phaedre is one of the slaves here at River Run. MRS ALDERDYCE: You mean to say you draw negroes? JOCASTA: Brianna, I-I-I don't believe you've had the pleasure. This is Mistress Alderdyce and her son, the Honorable Judge Alderdyce. BRIANNA: I draw whatever inspires me. JUDGE ALDERDYCE: Very courageous. I'd love to see it. BRIANNA: I could have Ulysses fetch it for you, if you'd like. JOCASTA: Oh, heavens, no. MRS ALDERDYCE: What is the world coming to? To think you'd choose that as your subject in a beautiful place such as this. Why not a landscape? JOCASTA: Oh, young folk today, my goodness. Whatever shall we do with them? I'm sure Lieutenant Wolff will have some thoughts to share. Where are ye, dear friend? WOLFF: I have newfound empathy for your great-aunt's lack of sight. BRIANNA: You're too kind. WOLFF: With your aunt's permission, I'd like to take you on an excursion to New Bern, to show you some of the, uh, magnificent sights. BRIANNA: Perhaps, sometime. FORBES: Uh, Miss Fraser, there is something I wish to show you. Perhaps you would be so good as to accompany me? JOCASTA: Brianna. (LAUGHS WEAKLY) Perhaps we should all join them in the parlor. Ulysses. ULYSSES: Mistress. FORBES: I'm thinking of having one of these stones fashioned into a piece of jewelry, a gift. Tell me, my dear, which one pleases you most? The sapphire, the emerald, the topaz, or the diamond? With your instinct for loveliness, you would have a most valuable opinion, should you be willing to oblige me with it. BRIANNA: I, um shouldn't like to venture my own opinion without first hearing Mistress Alderdyce's choice. MRS ALDERDYCE: Well, I ULYSSES: (COUGHS) May I present Lord John Grey. LORD JOHN: Greetings, one and all. Mistress Cameron, very glad to be here. I'm sure a splendid evening awaits us. JOCASTA: Ye're most welcome here, my lord. Please, allow me to introduce my niece. LORD JOHN: Miss Fraser, undoubtedly. I'm an acquaintance of your parents. (BABY CRYING) MURTAGH: I need I need to lay my hands on as many rifles as possible. (CRYING CONTINUES) Maybe I should just teach the Regulators how to wail instead. It's very effective. FERGUS: Son, son. It seems there are some here who do not appreciate your contribution to the cause. (BABY FUSSING) MURTAGH: Join us, will ye? FERGUS: What? MURTAGH: Join our militia. FERGUS: (SCOFFS) You you want me? MURTAGH: Ye've courage, and I trust ye. If I'm to fight Tryon's army, I can think of no man I'd rather have by my side. FERGUS: I'm honored that you've asked, but (SIGHS) But my place is here, with Marsali and Germain. MARSALI: 'Tis here. The ship ye've been waiting for, the Gloriana, 'tis in port. Off wi' ye, then. FERGUS: Thank ye. (CHUCKLES) (BABY CRIES) LORD JOHN: And the woman claimed to tell fortunes by holding a personal item. It was rather amusing, I must admit, though not the strangest thing that happened during my time in Jamaica. A very strange place, indeed, though that is a story for another glass. (LAUGHTER) Your turn. I've embarrassed myself enough for one evening, surely. (LAUGHS) BRIANNA: Oh, I, uh I don't have any anecdotes half as entertaining as yours, and I'm certainly no fortuneteller, but I, uh, do have something for occasions such as these that I learned a long time ago on the subject of psychology. (MURMURING) The science of the soul, if you will. JOCASTA: Well, it sounds intriguing. BRIANNA: Yet it only works with strangers. FORBES: Might we all partake? BRIANNA: Of course. I'll ask you a few questions, and I want you to picture whatever comes to mind first. Oh, and you, uh you might want to close your eyes. PRUDENCE: Oh, this does sound interesting. JOCASTA: Oh. LORD JOHN: Happy to oblige. FORBES: Must I close my eyes when you are before me? Yes. BRIANNA: I want you to imagine that you're in a forest with someone. Can you picture the person? (ALL AGREEING) LORD JOHN: Yes, clear as day. PRUDENCE: Yes. BRIANNA: You encounter an animal. WOLFF: Should we tell you what it is? BRIANNA: Not yet. WOLFF: Ah. BRIANNA: I want you to imagine that you reach a clearing. You may open your eyes. PRUDENCE: Is that it? BRIANNA: Now, one at a time, you'll tell me what you saw, and I'll tell you what each answer represents, symbolically speaking. (LAUGHTER) PRUDENCE: What fun. BRIANNA: Judge Alderdyce, are you happy to go first? Who was with you in the forest? JUDGE ALDERDYCE: I was walking with Christ. BRIANNA: And the animal you saw? ALDERDYCE: A squirrel. One very particular fellow, in fact. Frequents my mother's garden each morning. (LAUGHTER) BRIANNA: You see, when a person is walking with Christ, it can mean that they're seeking forgiveness, or reassurance for something. JUDGE ALDERDYCE: Mm. Given my occupation, it's no surprise that the notion of forgiveness is often on my mind. BRIANNA: Yes, but when walking with Christ yourself, coupled with the squirrel you saw in your mother's garden You see, the animal you encounter represents life's problems, and given that squirrels tend to hoard things away, it would seem that your problems are secrets. PRUDENCE: Something Mrs. Alderdyce doesn't know about, then, since the squirrel was in her garden. MRS ALDERDYCE: I assure you, I know everything there is to know about my son. (LAUGHTER) BRIANNA: Of course. JUDGE ALDERDYCE: If you'll excuse me for a moment, I must take some air. FORBES: Well, well. There may be something in this after all. (LAUGHTER) Very entertaining. JOCASTA: My niece is a clever lass indeed. WOLFF: She is. PRUDENCE: She is, aye. (LOW CHATTER) BRIANNA: So, Lord John, dare I ask who was with you in the forest? LORD JOHN: Oh, uh, it was, um BRIANNA: You don't have to think too hard about it. Who came to mind first? LORD JOHN: Your father. I thought of your father. BRIANNA: Oh. Why would you think of him? LORD JOHN: Well, you are sitting right here in front of me, and he did ask me to look in on you. BRIANNA: And why would you need to do that? LORD JOHN: Oh, he merely wrote to ask that I visit to ensure all is well. He mentioned he was about to embark upon a long journey. BRIANNA: And he gave no reason at all as to why all might not be well? LORD JOHN: No. But from your response, I'm beginning to suspect it might not be. Your father would never divulge anything that you yourself would not wish to tell me. He's an honorable man. BRIANNA: Don't talk to me about my father's honor. If you'll excuse me, FORBES: Uh, is it my turn? I'm eager to tell you who my forest companion was. Perhaps we could take a walk in the grounds and discuss in more detail. BRIANNA: (EXHALES) Oh, I'm feeling quite unwell. - (sighs) - Oh, my dear! What's happened? Miss Brianna just fainted, Mistress, but Lord John was there. JOCASTA: Lord John, please escort my niece into the parlor. Ulysses, more wine for everyone. PHAEDRE: A cold cloth will help. LORD JOHN: I'm more than willing to ride out and summon a physician. BRIANNA: Uh, no, that won't be necessary. LIZZIE: Oh, Mistress. I was so worried when I heard that ye'd fainted, and in yer condition. BRIANNA: Lizzie, I'm fine. Really, I'm feeling much better. LIZZIE: Would you like me to go and prepare your bedchamber? I'd appreciate that. LORD JOHN: Miss Fraser So you are not ill, as such? Am I to understand you are to be a mother? BRIANNA: One of the entertaining anecdotes I decided not to share at the dinner table. LORD JOHN: Your father didn't tell me about this, you know. Did you lose your husband? BRIANNA: I suppose I did lose him, in a way, yes. My father allowed him to be traded to the Mohawk. It's a long story, but they're searching for him as we speak. LORD JOHN: That's where they are? Jamie, your your parents are going to rescue this man from the Mohawk? BRIANNA: Yes. I wanted to go with them, but my condition wouldn't allow for it, so I made them promise they'd bring him back to me. LORD JOHN: And Mistress Cameron is fully apprised of this? BRIANNA: She certainly is, and yet I'm starting to suspect that it's part of the reason for this dinner. She is trying to secure me a husband. LORD JOHN: I see. Surely you cannot take another husband if you're already married? BRIANNA: Well, Roger and I were handfast, with no witnesses. LORD JOHN: That is a predicament. (DOOR OPENS) When your father wrote and asked for me to come, he enclosed a letter, and said I was to deliver it to you personally. ULYSSES: Miss Fraser seems to be feeling well once more. JOCASTA: Oh, I'm very glad to hear that. LORD JOHN: Well, it's late. Tomorrow is a new day. If you'll permit it, we'll speak again in the morning. BRIANNA: Good night. LORD JOHN: Mistress Cameron, thank you for a lovely dinner. You are a most gracious hostess. JOCASTA: My pleasure, Your Lordship. BRIANNA: Ulysses, I'd like a word with my aunt. ULYSSES: Phaedre, let us prepare the bedchambers for the guests staying overnight. BRIANNA: May I speak frankly? JOCASTA: Of course. Ye've been doing so all evening. BRIANNA: I couldn't help but notice that most of your guests are unmarried men. JOCASTA: (CHUCKLES) Lord John was married. His wife took ill and passed. BRIANNA: And the rest? You just pulled them out of a hat? JOCASTA: (LAUGHS) What a strange expression. They're my friends, gentlemen I've been acquainted with for many years, any one of whom would make an acceptable suitor. If we are speaking frankly, niece, it's time we found you a husband. BRIANNA: And what if I don't want a husband? JOCASTA: What does want have to do with it? BRIANNA: Everything! JOCASTA: Everything? Ye've a bairn coming. Yer time to be particular is long past. Ye've nothing, not a penny to yer name, a name at risk of being tarnished, at that. Ye have to think of yer future, yer security. A marriage to one of these men will be of great benefit to ye. BRIANNA: And to you as well, no doubt. JOCASTA: The union of two families is always a blessing. BRIANNA: What about love? You said my grandmother married for love. JOCASTA: Aye. She did. Like ye, Ellen was with child before she wed. Our brothers Colum and Dougal tried to arrange a marriage for her, but she outwitted them when she eloped with Brian Fraser, but the important thing is, the bairn was born in wedlock. If yours is not, he'll be branded a fatherless bastard. His life will be ruined. (SOMBER MUSIC) Brianna. I ken ye once had a man ye loved, but he's gone. It's not what ye want to hear, but he's not coming back. He's with the savages now, be it dead or alive. The sooner ye accept that, the better. Ye canna live on hope. (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (UNEASY MUSIC) WHO (MAYBE CAPTAIN MCPETERS AGAIN)? There, that's him. (LAUGHS) (LOW CONVERSATION) MURTAGH: We need him on his own. FERGUS: I have a plan. (DOOR OPENS) (MURTAGH POINTS GUN AT BONNET AND IT CLICKS) MURTAGH: Hello. IMAGE: Episodes/04-11/WrongRoomSir.png MURTAGH: Ah, ah, ah. BONNET: Think you've got the wrong room, sir. MURTAGH: Oh, aye. I'm looking for a gentleman. You're no gentleman. (BRIANNA GETS UP AND GOES LOOKING FOR A LATE NIGHT SNACK AND ENCOUNTERS LORD JOHN AND JUDGE ALDERDYCE HAVING SEX -- SHE QUIETY LEAVES THE AREA) MURTAGH: Bring the horse closer in. What's all this? What have you done to that man? MURTAGH: Return to yer wife and child. FERGUS: What are you doing? (MURTAGH PUNCHES FERGUS) COLONIAL MILITIAMAN 2: Unhand him! MURTAGH: You should go. COLONIAL MILITIAMAN 2: Something very familiar about you. MURTAGH: Strange. Dinna think we've had the pleasure. I do think ye'll find there's something very familiar about my companion, Stephen Bonnet. COLONIAL MILITIAMAN 2: The murderer? MURTAGH: Aye, 'tis. COLONIAL MILITIAMAN 2: Who escaped the gallows? COLONIAL MILITIAMAN: I have seen you before, on a broadsheet, Murtagh Fitzgibbons. Take him. PHAEDRE: Good mornin', Miss Fraser. Mistress Cameron is askin' ye to come down for some tea. I'm to dress ye in something especially becomin'. BRIANNA: Why is that? PHAEDRE: Mister Forbes was quite taken with ye last night. He intends to ask for yer hand in marriage. Mistress Cameron gave her blessing. BRIANNA: I'm sure she did. PHAEDRE: Are ye no pleased? BRIANNA: Of course I'm pleased. I just I need some time to prepare myself, to take some air. Would you tell my aunt that when you came to wake me, I'd gone on my morning walk? PHAEDRE: (STAMMERS) If ye dinna mind me askin', how long should I tell the mistress ye'll be? BRIANNA: I'll join you in an hour or so, I promise, and will you send Lizzie to see me? BRIANNA: I need your help. LIZZIE: Anything, Mistress. BRIANNA: Find Lord John and ask him to meet me in the grounds by the large oak. And, Lizzie, be discreet. LORD JOHN: It's not too cold for you? BRIANNA: No. You? LORD JOHN: Ah, I enjoy the brisk air. BRIANNA: I would comment on the weather, or ask your opinion on the gardens, but, uh, with the time passing, I I wanted to ask instead, will you marry me? LORD JOHN: (CHUCKLES) Oh, dear God in heaven. I'm not sure this is what your father had in mind when he asked me to look in on you. BRIANNA: I know, but if I didn't ask, for the sake of my child LORD JOHN: You are your father's daughter. That's certain. BRIANNA: Look, I don't want any of your money. I'll sign a paper saying so. You wouldn't have to live with me, either, although I should probably come to Virginia with you, at least for a little while. LORD JOHN: Jamie is one of the people I cherish most on this Earth, and drawn to you for reasons I cannot explain, but I cannot take your hand in marriage. BRIANNA: Lord John, if you refuse my offer, it is with deep regret that I'll have to reveal what I saw you doing last night with one of my supposed suitors. LORD JOHN: Whatever it is you think you saw, you're quite mistaken. BRIANNA: No, I know what I saw, and I will write letters to the governor, the sheriff LORD JOHN: Knowing the severity of the punishment of this crime, you would do that? My life would be ruined. BRIANNA: Then I'll tell Jamie. LORD JOHN: Well, that's assuming he doesn't already know, and as you said yourself, he's otherwise engaged. BRIANNA: In an actual forest somewhere. You imagined him when I asked at dinner. You pictured yourself with Jamie in the forest. You could've picked anyone Your late wife, for instance. LORD JOHN: I am almost tempted to submit to your outrageous proposal. It would certainly teach you to play with fire. BRIANNA: That sounds like a threat. You mean you with women too? LORD JOHN: I was married. BRIANNA: It wasn't an arrangement of convenience, then. LORD JOHN: I am perfectly capable of carrying out my husbandly duties, I assure you. LORD JOHN: (SIGHS) Come. Let's sit for a moment. I'm sorry, Brianna, but I cannot marry you. BRIANNA: No, I'm sorry. I know I sound insane, and I I really wouldn't have said a word to anybody. LORD JOHN: No. Not entirely insane. When I close my eyes, I do see your father But I also see your mother, their connection with each other, their love. BRIANNA: Does she know? My mother? LORD JOHN: She is a perceptive woman, as are you. I agree with your aunt. You should marry. But you understand now why I cannot be your husband. I have faith in your parents. They will find Roger and bring him back to you. You mustn't give up hope. There's something else, isn't there? BRIANNA: Even if they do bring Roger back He might not want to He might not be the LORD JOHN: What is it? BRIANNA: I was violated. And the baby, um I don't I don't know whose LORD JOHN: Do you know this man? BRIANNA: No. No, I found out later. His name is Stephen Bonnet. And Forbes is about to propose. If I marry him, I'll be exchanging hope for a broken heart. But I'll do what I must for the sake of my child. I'll do what I must. Jocasta's expecting me. FORBES: I'll not forget your part in all this, Mistress Cameron. JOCASTA: The union of our families is a blessing to us all. ULYSSES: (COUGHS) JOCASTA: Niece. BRIANNA: Good morning, Aunt. JOCASTA: Mister Forbes has a matter to put before you. BRIANNA: (CLEARS THROAT) I, um LORD JOHN: Thank you for waiting for me, my dear. Have you told them our good news? BRIANNA: No, I haven't. LORD JOHN: I've asked for Miss Fraser's hand in marriage, and she has accepted. JOCASTA: A joyous occasion. FORBES: Indeed. BRIANNA: Had you not encouraged me to find a husband, I would never have opened my heart to Lord John. Thank you, Aunt Jocasta. FORBES: Uh, good day to you all. JOCASTA: Mister Forbes. Come to me, my dear. I dinna ken how you managed it. A MacKenzie ye truly are. (EXHALES) What wonderful news. JAMIE: Agh, Christ! (SPEAKING GAELIC) CLAIRE: Are you all right? JAMIE: It's nothing, Sassenach. YOUNG IAN: Rollo, what's that? Rollo, what is that, boy? - (ROLLO GROWLING) Here, here. Rollo, let go! What is that? Auntie CLAIRE: That's human. (ROLLO BARKS) YOUNG IAN: Rollo! Rollo! Christ! Rollo! Rollo? Rollo, get back. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) CLAIRE: He's been dead for at least a month. YOUNG IAN: I've seen this man before. When I sold Roger to the Mohawk. That waistcoat, and missing two fingers. He was with Roger. JAMIE: Claire? CLAIRE: I didn't find anything. JAMIE: I went nearly a mile. (SIGHS) Nothing. YOUNG IAN: Nothing? CLAIRE: Well, then, there's hope. There's hope that Roger's still alive. BRIANNA: What a world to bring a child into. You know, I've said and done things that I I never thought I would, or could. LORD JOHN: Sometimes, people do the wrong thing for the right reasons. I'm sure your father would know something about that. BRIANNA: Please don't. It doesn't change what's happened. LORD JOHN: No. BRIANNA: But I don't know what's worse, dwelling on the past or thinking about the future. LORD JOHN: If you were to see my son, William (LAUGHS) His eyes lighting up upon seeing something for the first time. BRIANNA: You have a son. I didn't know that. LORD JOHN: He's in Lynchburg, Virginia. BRIANNA: Well, if he is anything like his father, he must be a perfect gentleman. LORD JOHN: He is very much like his father. But he's not truly mine. We don't share any blood. BRIANNA: You're a good man. LORD JOHN: No. Good doesn't come into it. I love him more than life itself. I am sure Roger will too Love the child. The thing is, we're all here in this New World not because it's new. These lands are as old as any. It's only new, because there is hope, and hope is at the very heart of love. YOUNG IAN: I canna help but think someone'll be missin' him. JAMIE: One thing is certain. He was somebody's child. (SOMBER MUSIC) CLAIRE: I'm sorry. I was upset, but not with you. JAMIE: Who else? CLAIRE: Everybody. The world. Stephen Bonnet. But not you. Brianna used to confide in Frank. Sometimes with me. But when he died, it was just the two of us. Any secrets were our secrets. JAMIE: And no one else. CLAIRE: I'm sorry I didn't tell you it was Stephen Bonnet when I knew. Had I, it might have saved Roger. I never thought I would keep a secret like that from you. JAMIE: Until Brianna. CLAIRE: When I made you that promise, there was no one else in my life who could come before you But I don't know if I can keep that promise anymore. JAMIE: I understand, but I canna be a father to her, Claire. CLAIRE: Of course you can, and you will. She's just hurt right now. JAMIE: No, she doesna need me. Never thought I'd be jealous of a dead man. CLAIRE: Of a what, of Frank? JAMIE: Well, you heard what Bree said. Frank would never have said those things to her or made the mistakes I made. CLAIRE: Frank made plenty of mistakes. All parents do. JAMIE: Bree thinks he's a better man. I thought I thought perhaps you were beginning to feel the same, Sassenach. CLAIRE: (EXHALES SOFTLY) You fool. Come here. She didn't mean it. (LAUGHS) She doesn't want you to go to hell. JAMIE: I heard her. I hope I can bring Roger back to her, or she'll never forgive me. CLAIRE: I heard you both. She's just like you. She says things in anger that she doesn't mean. You didn't mean the things you said to her, did you? JAMIE: (SCOFFS) No. CLAIRE: Neither did she. Trust me. (WARM MUSIC) I love you both so much. (CHUCKLES) Oh, come here. I'm sorry. JAMIE: I'm sorry. (DRAMATIC MUSIC AS THEY BEGIN TO MAKE LOVE) (SPEAKING MOHAWK) (PEOPLE SHOUTING) (DRUMBEATS) (SHOUTING CONTINUES) ROGER: What is this? What's going on? Huh? (GRUNTS) (BLOWS FALLING ON ROGER) (SHOUTING SUBSIDES AS ROGER GETS UP) (ALL CHEER) (BLOW FALLS) S04-E12: Providence — Directed by Mairzee Almas; Written by Karen Campbell CHARACTERS: Claire (Caitriona Balfe) Jamie (Sam Heughan) Brianna Randall Fraser (Sophie Skelton) Roger MacKenzie Wakefield (Richard Rankin) Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser (Duncan Lacroix) Young Ian (John Bell) Lord John Grey (David Berry) Stephen Bonnet (Ed Speleers) Fergus (César Domboy) Marsali (Lauren Lyle) Wahkatiiosta (Carmen Moore) Chief Tehwahsehkwe (Tom Jackson) Father Alexandre Ferigault (Yan Tual) Kaheroton (Braeden Clark) Satehoronies (Gregory Dominic Odjig) Johiehon (Sera-Lys McArthur) Bryan Cranna (Martin Donaghy) Malachi Fyke (John Mackie) Sergeant Southworth (Tim Chipping) Sergeant Scott (Matt Urey) Corporal Benton (Ryan Havelin) WORKING ON IT [DRAMATIC DRUM AND FLUTE MUSIC] [ALL SHOUTING] [SCREAMING] [ALL SHOUTING] In the previous episode, Roger's 8 Mohawk captors bring him to their village which is called Shadow Lake. They sent him through the "Gauntlet" which is an initiation ritual that Roger has to survive in order to be accepted and respected by the tribe. This episode picks up where the last one left off. Mohawk men are on both sides of Roger swinging clubs and punching him. When he avoids some blows, the crowd cheers for him. He pushes onward, but then someone breaks his left collar bone and he's down for the count. Satehoronies sees that he's injured and stops the beating. SATEHORONIES: [IN MOHAWK] Enough. He will not make it. [IN ENGLISH] You remain captive. MOHAWK CHILD: [TOUCHING ROGER'S BEARD] Ehhaokonsah. [THIS IS HIS NEW MOHAWK NAME] [LAUGHTER] SATEHORONIES: Ehhaokonsah. [MORE LAUGHTER] FERGUS: Murtagh has been arrested. MALACHI FYKE: Christ! BRYAN CRANNA: On what grounds? FERGUS: We captured a murderous bastard called Bonnet, and the militiamen got in the way. They recognized Murtagh from the broadsheets. Arrested both of them. MALACHI FYKE: Murtagh won't be granted a fair trial. Tryon'll make sure of it. BRYAN CRANNA: They'll hang him. That thievin' bastard'll do whatever he must to send a message to all Regulators. FERGUS: I was with Murtagh when it happened. He took responsibility. I won't let him hang. BRYAN CRANNA: What's taken from one of us is taken from all of us. We'll get him back, lads. [OMINOUS MUSIC] LORD JOHN: They have captured Stephen Bonnet. [DISQUIETING MUSIC] Are you quite well? Perhaps you should sit down. BRIANNA: [BREATHLESSLY] Oh, n-n-no. No, if I sit down, I won't be able to get back up. Uh, where? How? LORD JOHN: He was apprehended in Wilmington. As to how, I could not say, but I have been apprised of the charges against him. Smuggling, piracy, and murder. BRIANNA: I suppose it's too late to add what he did to me to that list. LORD JOHN: It would only bring shame upon you and be of no consequence. He has already been sentenced for his previous crimes. BRIANNA: No consequence? LORD JOHN: He will soon pay for all his crimes. He is condemned and will hang next week. I thought you would want to know. BRIANNA: Yes. Thank you. I want to see him. LORD JOHN: No, you cannot go. Even if your condition allowed for your travel to Wilmington, which it assuredly does not, attendance at an execution could not but have the worst effects on the child. Now, I am completely sympathetic - to your feelings, but - BRIANNA: No. You don't know what my feelings are. I don't want to watch him die. LORD JOHN: Thank God for that. BRIANNA: I want to talk to him. LORD JOHN: Your father entrusted me the task of looking after you. I'm not sure that involves taking afternoon tea with a murderer. JAMIE: "Daughter, I canna say if I shall see you again. My hope is that it shall be so and that all will be mended between us. I've been thinking about your question of whether revenge would heal the wrong done to you. I advise you now that you must not seek it. For the sake of your soul, for the sake of your own life, you must find the grace to forgive. Freedom is hard-won, but it is not the fruit of murder. Do not fear that he will escape vengeance. Such a man carries with him the seeds of his own destruction. If he does not die by my hand, it'll be by another, but it must not be by your hand. Hear me, for the sake of the love I bear you. Your loving father, James Fraser. BRIANNA: I never said good-bye to him To Jamie. But he's right. Forgiveness won't change what has happened but it can change what will be, whether Roger comes back or not. Whatever happens. LORD JOHN: You are sure you must see Bonnet? BRIANNA: Yes. If I can say my piece, then maybe I can find a way to be free of him, but I have to try, for my baby's sake. LORD JOHN: Very well. BRIANNA: You'll help me? LORD JOHN: God knows how, but I'll help you. [BRIANNA GASPS SOFTLY] LORD JOHN: May I? [FEELING THE BABY KICK] My God. He's real. BRIANNA: Yes. I know. [indistinct chatter in Mohawk] [dog barking] [children laughing] Ehhaokonsah. WAHKATIIOSTA: Carry wood to Tehwahsehwkwe's longhouse. That way. JOHIEHON: Ehhaokonsah. [SPEAKING FRENCH] Do you speak French? ROGER: [SPEAKING FRENCH] Yes. JOHIEHON: [SPEAKING FRENCH] For pain. You chew. ROGER: [SPEAKING FRENCH] She's beautiful. JOHIEHON: [SPEAKING FRENCH] She has her father's eyes. ROGER: [SPEAKING FRENCH] Thank you. Can you help me leave? JOHIEHON: [SPEAKING FRENCH] No. You must heal. KAHEROTON: [SPEAKING MOHAWK] Johiehon. Be careful. JOHIEHON: [SPEAKING MOHAWK] He does not seem dangerous. KAHEROTON: [SPEAKING MOHAWK] This man cannot be good. He was sold by his own people. [TO ROGER] That way. Over there. [JOHIEHON NODS TO ROGER AND HE WALKS OFF IN THAT DIRECTION] [TO JOHIEHON HANDING HER A TRINKET] May it bring you peace. JOHIEHON: [SPEAKING MOHAWK] Thank you, Kaheroton. We must remember that peace begins here as war does in the minds of men. LORD JOHN: Are you all right? BRIANNA: Yeah. It's just all so awkward is all. I thought I'd get used to being this size, but I haven't. I just get more and more uncomfortable. Being here's harder than I thought it would be. LORD JOHN: A baby is expected. Memories are not. They simply come. BRIANNA: I miss my mother. LORD JOHN: I daresay I find myself missing her at times as well, particularly when I'm ill. In spite of her unwaveringly direct manner, she is a rather remarkable woman. BRIANNA: I hope she returns before the baby arrives. LORD JOHN: Knowing your parents, they will do everything in their power to return Roger to you. Take my arm. BRIANNA: You are impossible not to like. Several Mohawk including Chief Tehwahsehkwe and Wahkatiiosta are sitting around a campfire and Roger approaches with a basket of wood. ROGER: Would you like some more wood for your fire? Noone answers, so he painfull reaches into his basket and puts a log on their fire. Then he moves on and approaches another campfire with Johiehon and Kaheroton. Johiehon smiles at Roger, and Kaheroton notices. KAHEROTON: Put the logs over there, by the fire. And go down to the river, fetch us some w ROGER: [INTERRUPTING] Yes? You want this here? [TENSE MUSIC] Kaheroton jumps up and grabs Roger roughly. Johiehon stops Kaheroton JOHIEHON: [SPEAKING MOHAWK] Kaheroton! He does not know our ways. He does not know that to point is bad or speaking when another is speaking is an offense. Frustrated, Kaheroton pushes Roger and he falls down, grunting. KAHEROTON: Get up. Get up, Ehhaokonsah. Chief Tehwahsehkwe notices the altercation and gets up, approaching them. KAHEROTON: [SPEAKING MOHAWK TO CHIEF TEHWAHSEHKWE] He is no good to us. ROGER: [TO CHIEF TEHWAHSEHKWE] Please. I'm hurt. CHIEF TEHWAHSEHKWE: [SPEAKING MOHAWK] Put him in the hut. You have learned nothing. Kaheroton hauls Roger up and drags him off. KAHEROTON: Where do your loyalties lie? How did you come to be an outcast? ROGER: It was a mistake. KAHEROTON: Have you no honor? Did you break your word of honor? ROGER: My loyalties were to a woman. KAHEROTON: Then you should not smile upon Johiehon. Kaheroton pushes Roger into a rough hut. He grunts painfully. He reaches into his arm sling and pulls out the herbs that Johiehon have him and starts munching on them. Then notices he's not alone in there. FATHER ALEXANDRE: [SPEAKING FRENCH] Good day. ROGER: [SPEAKING FRENCH] Who are you? FATHER ALEXANDRE: [SPEAKING FRENCH] Father Alexandre Ferigault. [SPEAKING ENGLISH] You are British? ROGER: Yes. Scottish. [EXHALING HEAVILY] Roger MacKenzie. FATHER ALEXANDRE: You're the man they have christened Dogface. ROGER: [LAUGHS] So so that's what "Ehhaokonsah" means. Flattering. FATHER ALEXANDRE: Hmm. Rather appropriate nickname, since the Mohawk do not keep their whiskers and they're rather fond of dogs. ROGER: Oh, they are? Oh, I wouldn't have known it. But, then, I don't even know where I am. FATHER ALEXANDRE: You're in the village they call Shadow Lake. ROGER: And where is that, exactly? FATHER ALEXANDRE: The province of New York. ROGER: [SIGHING] Oh, New York. FATHER ALEXANDRE: How did you come to be here? ROGER: [LAUGHS] I suppose you could say I walked here. [LAUGHS] And you? What about Why are you here? FATHER ALEXANDRE: [SIGHS] I fell in love. Fergus is arranging some thimbles on the table MARSALI: What are ye doing? FERGUS: Well, you know Germain likes to play with cups and spoons MARSALI: Aye. So what's yer excuse, seein' as our bairn's in his crib? [BREATHES DEEPLY] I ken what this is. Ye're going to FERGUS: Rescue Murtagh from jail, yes. MARSALI: [EXHALES DEEPLY] Good. He shouldna been in there to begin with. FERGUS: [SURPRISED] What, you're not angry with me? MARSALI: Not unless ye're not goin' to try. We canna allow the man to be hanged. What's this, then? Does this represent a man? Regulator? FERGUS: Yes. Mm. Bryan and Malachi have found men willing to help. [SIGHS] But even so, it's a dangerous endeavor, and I'm not sure MARSALI: You can do this. FERGUS: If only Milord were here MARSALI: [SIGHS] Claire too. I ken she risked her life to save his when he was imprisoned at Wentworth. FERGUS: If they were here, uh, what would they do? MARSALI: [SIGNS] They'd find a way. And we will too. FERGUS: We? MARSALI: Aye, we. I'll not be cast aside. "For better or worse," Fergus Fraser. Have faith in yer plan. 'Twill work. And we have the Regulators to aid us as well. FERGUS: You're right, mon amour. Murtagh will be freed. Perhaps it's time to leave Wilmington and to take up Milord and Milady's offer to live at Fraser's Ridge. MARSALI: I'll find us a wagon and start packing our belongings. FERGUS: You are an exceptional woman. MARSALI: Ye ken well, I'd join you to face the devil himself. [THEY SHARE A SWEET KISS] FATHER ALEXANDRE: I came here some years ago to spread the word of God. Chief Tehwahsehkwe heard me preach and, being moved of the Holy Spirit, invited me to return with him to his village. I started converting some members of the tribe, and for a time, I lived with them peacefully. But a year after I arrived at the village, I was struck with fever. I was prepared to allow God to take me [SIGNS] Until I felt a woman's hands upon me. Soft, cooling hands. [CHUCKLES] She cared for me with the gentle touch of an angel. Then, after I had recovered, there was sin. You see, my son, her touch had awakened a desire I had long fought to suppress, an impure, unholy desire. I thought I had conquered the feeling, thought I was immune to temptation, only to discover how weak was my resolve. ROGER: A woman stole your heart. A very old story, Father, perhaps one of the oldest stories in the world. FATHER ALEXANDRE: Our union created a child. ROGER: And that offended the Mohawk. FATHER ALEXANDRE: No, they welcomed both our union and the child with open arms. ROGER: I don't understand. FATHER ALEXANDRE: They expected me to baptize the child, save its soul, but I could not. ROGER: Well, why not? FATHER ALEXANDRE: I am not in a state of grace. I have broken my vows, and so, by the edicts of the church, I cannot perform the sacrament of baptism. ROGER: Yeah, I doubt very much that the Mohawk are perturbed by the niceties of the church, Father. FATHER ALEXANDRE: No, but you see, Roger, I am. I have broken faith with my God and my calling. I know that I am damned. I will not also damn this child with the false blessing of a fallen priest. I will not. ROGER: The child's mother is the healer? FATHER ALEXANDRE: Johiehon. ROGER: Do you still love her? FATHER ALEXANDRE: I have prayed that my love for her would abate, that I would stop seeing her face in my dreams, that I would stop feeling the touch of her hand, stop smelling the rainwater perfuming her hair stop hearing the gentle lilt of her laugh floating on the wind. But my prayers have gone unanswered. I cannot hope that you would understand. ROGER: No, actually, Father I know exactly what you mean. [LEAVES RUSTLE AS THE DOOR IS OPENED] FATHER ALEXANDRE: Satehoronies, Kahnontiio SATEHORONIES: You are hidden here because of your dishonor. You will go naked before the Lord, your God. [THEY RIP THE FATHER'S ROBE OFF AND ROGER JUMPS UP] SATEHORONIES: Stop. [UNEASH MUSIC] FATHER ALEXANDRE: Pray for me, Roger. Roger examines the hut looking for a way out. He finds some kind of tool he can use to start digging. [DRAMATIC PERCUSSION MUSIC] [FATHER ALEXANDRE SCREAMING] [DRAMATIC MUSIC] Father Alexandre is grunting painfully as Sateheronies brings him back to the hut and pushes him down. He looks around and doesn't see anything amiss so he leaves. Roger throws the Priest's robes over his naked body, then looks at the profusely bleeding area where his ear had been cut off. ROGER: Father. Bloody hell. [GROANING SOFTLY] Father I need to clean this. [GROANING PAINFULLY] So sorry. Please, let me finish. [WHINING] Christ. [WHIMPERS] O Father of mercies and God of all comfort, we humbly beseech thee to visit and relieve the sick servant for whom our prayers are desired. Look upon him with the eyes of thy mercy. Comfort him with a sense of thy goodness. Father, here. Here, let me help you. Christ. Here. Here, drink. [SLURPS] [GROANS SOFTLY] ROGER: Here. What happened? FATHER ALEXANDRE: I was offered another chance to baptize my child. My refusal offended them. [BREATHING HEAVILY] They have given me until morning to change my mind. ROGER: And if you don't? FATHER ALEXANDRE: Then they'll bind me and put my feet in flames until the pain consumes me and my body fails. I have seen this punishment inflicted on another poor soul. He lingered for three days before finally dying. ROGER: My God. FATHER ALEXANDRE: Please, - no more blasphemy. ROGER: Just just listen to me. These people, they don't know anything about the rituals of the church or the vows you took or why you hold them so sacred. All they want is to see you pour a little water on the baby's head and say a few words in Latin. FATHER ALEXANDRE: I can't. ROGER: Why not? FATHER ALEXANDRE: I ROGER: Ye don't have to perform the sacrament. Just say the Lord's Prayer or or a Hail Mary and be done with it. They'll never know the difference. FATHER ALEXANDRE: But I will. No, my son, I know you're trying to help, but this this is the Lord's punishment for my great and foul sins. ROGER: Ah, so you fell in love. That's your sin? You're human, for God's sake. Ah, yes, forgive me, Lord, oh, my blasphemy. FATHER ALEXANDRE: I will not mock the sacrament, even to save my own life. ROGER: You're being an idiot. And yes, I'm saying that to you right here, in the sight of God Almighty. Do ye know why I can say you're an idiot? Because I've been an idiot myself. I fell in love with a girl. Beautiful girl. I asked her to marry me, and she said no. So what did I do? Instead of walking away, I actually followed her across an ocean. Like an idiot, I pursued her through time and space, determined to prove to myself and the universe that I did love this woman, just like all those great love stories written by all those great idiots. I pursued her and chased her and finally tracked her down and convinced her to marry me. And on the very night when we were handfast, wed in the eyes of man and the Almighty, we started fighting, and we said angry words to each other Words to regret but which can never be taken back. So I left her. I intended to go home, but then I changed my mind and went back, like an idiot, and instead of finding her, I found a man who I now believe was her father, who beat me near unto death and sold me to the Mohawk. And even then, even then, I had yet another chance to walk away, to go home. Against all odds, I broke free from my captors. I found a way home. All I had to do was reach out and touch it. But did I? No, I just stood there with freedom within my reach, and I hesitated, like an idiot, because after all that, I still loved her. FATHER ALEXANDRE: Then you do indeed understand the pain I've ROGER: Agh, that's what I'm telling you, man. That's what I'm trying to tell you, man. I understand. But the difference is, I've learned something from my pain. I've changed. There's a saying where I come from: "Look out for number one." From now on, that's me, and if you're smart, you'll do the same. Turn your back on love and take your freedom. Save yourself, because if you don't [LAUGHS] No one ever will. While you were gone, I've been digging. Help me. There's a spot on the south side of the hut where we can escape without being noticed. Come with me, and we'll both get out of here. FATHER ALEXANDRE: You still do not understand ROGER: No, I understand that you still have choices in front of you. Find a priest, confess your sin, let God absolve you, and you can continue His work, or we can find Johiehon and take her and the baby with us. [LAUGHS] You can make a new life as a husband and a father. I don't care what you choose, but both are better than staying here and dying a horrible death. [sighs] [breathing heavily] [hopeful music] [foreboding music] [indistinct shouting in Mohawk] ROGER: It's hopeless. FATHER ALEXANDRE: With another hour's work, it will serve. ROGER: [GRUNTS] We don't have another hour, and that hole is nae big enough for a cat, much less a man. FATHER ALEXANDRE: You will have time to complete the work when I'm gone. ROGER: What are you talking about? FATHER ALEXANDRE: I'm staying. ROGER: Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. FATHER ALEXANDRE: You need not blaspheme. ROGER: Aye, I do If you're still determined to stay here and be tortured to death out of some misplaced sense of loyalty. Did ye not hear a word I said? FATHER ALEXANDRE: I heard every word you said. ROGER: Well? FATHER ALEXANDRE: And I understand your feelings on love and its concomitant idiocy very well. However, I do not share those feelings, Roger, and I must do that which my conscience dictates. ROGER: Then you're a bigger bloody fool than I thought possible. FATHER ALEXANDRE: That is most assuredly the case. [MEN WHOOPING] - They're coming for me. - [man whoops] We must hide our work. [tense music] [leaves rustle] Have you decided? Yes. [somber music] I cannot baptize the child. I'll put myself in the hands of the Lord. God be with you my friend. [leaves rustle] [breathing heavily] Bloody fool. [tense music] If you ask me one more time if I'm sure I want to do this, I'll scream. Well, your mind is clearly made up. Couldn't help but notice that the rest of you seems rather apprehensive. I've been thinking about this moment, and now it's finally here, I guess I'm nervous. Perhaps we should take a moment allow you to prepare yourself. I'm ready. [dramatic music] Good day, gentlemen. I am Lord John Grey. This is my betrothed, Miss Brianna Fraser. Governor Tryon has arranged for us to have an audience with one of your prisoners, Stephen Bonnet. His Excellency's secretary sent word apprising us of your arrival. [tense music] I've moved Bonnet to the cell at the end of the corridor, chained him to the wall for your protection. [dramatic music] - I'll see him alone. - You will not. - If anything were to happen - He's in chains. He can't hurt me. I'll be waiting right here, if you should need me. [lock clanks] [cell door creaks] [tense music] Go on, then. The sooner ye retrieve the auld coot, the sooner we can be on our way. Walk on. [dramatic music] Do you know who I am? The Queen of Sheba? I don't think you were after telling me your name, sweetheart. Don't call me that. I remember your face And a few other things But not your name. My name is Brianna Fraser. Oh. Brianna Fraser. That's a lovely name. My parents are James and Claire Fraser. They saved your life, and you robbed them. Yes. Oh, if you've come in the hopes of retrieving your father's jewels, then I'm I'm afraid you left it too late. See, I sold them to buy a ship. There was a Was a trinket you were after when we first met. A ring? Oh, but you got that back. [tense music] Good sirs, we are here to visit a prisoner of yours. No visits without prior permission. I do not think permission will be necessary. I'm told you're going to hang. Mm. I'm told the same thing. [dramatic music] You'll not have come from pity, though, I shouldn't think. No. I'll rest easier once you're dead. [laughs] Well, what is it you want from me, then? Nothing. I came here to give you something. I came here to forgive you. Mm, oh, I've had whores try to foist their spawn on me before. I have no reason to lie. You're going to die, to hang by the neck until you're dead, and if it makes dying easier for you to know there's something of you left on this Earth, then you're welcome to the knowledge. [exhales deeply] So I'll soon be gone but not forgotten. I have no choice but to live with what you've done to me, but you will be forgotten. My baby will never know your name, will never even know that you existed. While you rot in the ground, I will raise my child to be a good person, to be nothing like you. [scoffs softly] Wait. For his maintenance. I don't want anything from you. Dying man's last wish, then. Take care of him. [tense music] Stand down. Halt! Halt! [grunts] [man yells] Oof! [grunts] - [gun cocking] - Unhand him at once. Lord John? Fergus. What is the purpose of this attack? We're here to free a friend. I have the keys. Do not harm him, but do not allow him to leave. His allegiance is to Governor Tryon. I'm very sorry. Murtagh! Murtagh! Where are you? Here, lad. Murtagh. What are ye doing here, lass? You were arrested? Why on Earth would ye come here? There was someone I needed to see. We must hurry. Mr. Fitzgibbons. Well, I'm not entirely surprised to find you here. I suppose this is the devil that brought ye here to see the villain? He's not to blame. I insisted. Come with me, lass. I'll deliver ye to River Run. You? Whilst every militiaman and redcoat in Wilmington hunts you down? I will escort Miss Fraser to River Run. Over my dead body. Which you would assuredly be if you are caught. She will be under my protection. FERGUS: Tryon's protection. If she's seen with you Her neck'll be in ropes. I'll trust ye to Lord John, then, lass. Be careful. Hurry, lads. We haven't much time. The powder's been lit! You intend to blow up the jail? A diversion to cover our retreat. We haven't a moment to waste. Wait. What about him? We can't just leave him here to die. Get him out of here, lads. Now. Come. Marsali's waiting. [music intensifies] MARSALI: Hurry! Get in! MARSALI: Walk on, boy! Go on! [grunts] [tense percussive music] [Father Alexandre screams] [panting] [Father Alexandre screams] [people clamoring] SOUTHWORTH: Your Lordship. Yes? You are unharmed? I am. - And you, Mistress? - I'm fine. I'm glad to hear it. We're uncertain how many perished in the blast. I am told you were visiting a prisoner in the jail prior to the explosion. Did you apprehend any of the insurgents? No. They were more prepared than we could have anticipated. It appears these Regulators were intent on releasing their leader, Murtagh Fitzgibbons. Did they mention where they were taking him? Unfortunately, the event transpired with stunning rapidity. I heard nothing that would aid your search, though I trust you will find them. We will, my lord. Governor Tryon will not allow this to go unpunished. [music crescendos] [Father Alexandre screaming] Don't go soft now. - [Father Alexandre screams] - He chose his fate. He wanted this. [Father Alexandre screaming] There's nothing you can do. [Father Alexandre screaming] [tense percussive music] Don't be an idiot. Be smart for once in your stupid, idiotic life. Be smart. [Father Alexandre screaming] [Father Alexandre screaming] Aah! Damn you, you stupid, stupid fool! [Father Alexandre screaming] Ah, fucking hell. [melancholy music] [no audible dialogue] [no audible dialogue] [no audible dialogue] [no audible dialogue] That's it, lads. Take me back to the idiot hut. S04-E13: Man of Worth — Directed by Stephen Woolfenden; Written by Toni Graphia