Outlander (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - The Devil's Mark - full transcript

Claire and Geillis stand trial for witchcraft; Claire learns a secret about Geillis' past.

- Previously...
- They say I'm a witch.

Are you?

I think I can save his life.

I smell the vapors
of hell on you.

My poor Jamie,
trapped in a loveless marriage,

forced to share his bed
with a cold English bitch.

- I've a lover.
- Is it anyone I know?

It's Dougal MacKenzie.

She's carrying my child.

You'll leave
this castle today.

You're exiling me?

And this one...
he will accompany you.

I'd advise you to stay clear
of Geillis Duncan.

With Arthur gone,
there will be no one

to protect her
from her own reputation.

A letter has arrived for you,
madam, from the village.

Geillis Duncan, you're
under arrest for witchcraft.

Under whose orders?

Well, looky here,
the other sorceress.

What on earth have I done?

Ye'll hear all about it
at the trial.

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Where the hell are we?

You heard the warden.

It's a thieves' hole.

Is there anyone else in here?


rats the size of lyam-hounds.

You only have yerself
to blame for this.

Are you saying
this is my fault?

I'm the one that warned you to
pack your belongings and flee.

Just as the wardens
arrived at my door.

Perhaps it was you
who sent them to me.

'Twas Laoghaire.

She arranged the letter
to tell me to go to your house,

and she was there watching us
as the wardens took us out.

I kept your secrets, Claire.

You should have kept mine.

Jeanie told me
where to find you in the woods.

If you didn't want to add fuel
to the rumors,

then you shouldn't
have made it common knowledge

that you were
under the full moon,

dancing naked
and burning effigies.

So you think I'm a witch?

Of course not.

You may not have killed
Dougal's wife,

but you definitely
killed Arthur,

and it wasn't witchcraft.

It was old-fashioned poison.

Am I wrong?

I started with white arsenic
a few months ago.

Thought it would kill Arthur off
before the child began to show.

And then you'd be free
to marry Dougal.

It's a boy, ye ken?

He's kicking.

Food for the witches.


I need to talk to you!

There's been a mistake!

Is that right?

I'm Claire Fraser
from... from Castle Leoch.

I'm married to James Fraser,
nephew of the Laird.

And I'm King Arthur.

Surely King Arthur

was more appealing
than that slimy puddock.

We won't be here long.

Dougal will come for us.

No, he won't.

Yes, he will.

Jamie said that Dougal
told Colum

all about your affair
and the baby.

Colum banished him,

sent him to his wife's funeral
and commanded that he stay away,

and sent Jamie with him.

No one is coming, Geillis.

Share a bit of dinner?

I'm not hungry.

How long do they mean
to keep us here?

Till the trial, of course.

They'll summon the examiners.

Lie near me.

It'll be warmer.

They're going
to burn the witches.

They're going
to burn the witches.

They're going
to burn the witches.

It's starting.

I suppose getting burned
as a witch

is better than
freezing to death.

Make way.


I said move out!


Make way!

They're coming!
They're coming!

Is that what I think it is?

Well, it's not
a maypole, Claire.


Make way for the accused.


Stating in evidence
that the accused,

one Geillis Duncan
and one Claire Fraser,

both standing
before the church's court

for the crime of witchcraft...

did inflict pain,

and death upon the citizens
of Cranesmuir

by their practice
of the unholy arts.

There were no familiar faces
in the crowd,

none of my friends
from Castle Leoch.

My knowledge of witch trials
told me

that the accused
rarely walked free.

Make way.
Make way.

Please, I demand to be let
into the proceedings.

And you are, sir?

My name is Edward Gowan,
Your Honor,

lawyer, former writer
to the signet, Edinburgh.

Let him pass.

And what brings you here, sir?

Your Honors,
as we're all aware,

the Witchcraft Act of 1563

was repealed
by the House of Lords in 1735.

I therefore submit that
this entire trial is illegal.

This is an ad hoc proceeding

under the administration
of the church.

Oh, well, then.

I see that we have
dispensed with British law,

which pleases me greatly,

but I am certain that you
will not wish to dispense

with our proud
Scottish legal tradition.

We are still in Scotland,
are we not?

No one's disputing that,
Mr. Gowan.

Yes, well, here in Scotland,

an accused witch is entitled

to a defense lawyer at trial,

a benefit...

a benefit sadly not offered

to those in merry old England.

As I therefore would like
to offer my services

in support of the accused.

Oh, very well.

Take yer place.

Let us now summon
the first witness,

Jeanie Hume.

I labored as housekeeper
for Arthur and Geillis Duncan

for nigh on five years,
Your Honor.

And did you have occasion
to witness

any strange or unyirdlie

goings-on during that tenure?

I can tell ye
that it was many the women

that come to the door
seeking love charms,

amulets, talismans,
and the like.

And Mrs. Duncan was happy
as Hogmanay to dispense them.

And did ye ever witness
Mrs. Fraser

in league with Mrs. Duncan?

Many times...

in the fields gathering herbs

and in the storeroom
meddling potions.

Poor Mr. Duncan knew naught
of any of it.

Jeanie was rigorous
and detailed in her accusations.

For the better part of an hour,

she built a convincing case
against us.

It was dreadful, what befell
that dear, sweet man.

On many occasion, I've heard
Mrs. Duncan singing in the hall

outside where Mr. Duncan
was sleeping.

What kind of singing?

Ominous incantations,
to be sure.

Would send the kittlins
running from the house.

Animals have a nose
for these things, ye ken?


They sense evil.

So now we are to take
the testimony of a cat?

Mr. Gowan.

Isn't it
the truth, Mrs. Hume,

that you were unhappy
in your position

at the Duncans' residence?

I was quite content there.

Oh, so content that you

inquired about a position
at Castle Leoch,

saying that you were underpaid
and under-admired

and where you referred
to Mr. Duncan,

and I quote,

"as a flatulent, old scunner"...

and his wife
to be a "flibbertigibbet."

I don't recollect
those were my exact words.

What we have here,
Your Honors,

is nothing more
than the grumblings

of a malcontented maidservant.

Take a seat.

Let us summon the next witness,

Robena Donaldson.

My man and I had
an ailing child,

born healthy,

but it turned puny and weak.

We knew it
was a fairy changeling.

We placed it in the fairy's seat
in the hill

and kept watch
through the nicht, sirs,

so as to recover
our beloved bairn

after the wee folk
returned it.


but just before morning,

we saw her.

She took the child

in her vile embrace...

and... and spoke
strange spells over it.

When the sun rose,

my guidman and I went to see.

And there we found
the changeling child...

dead on the hill...

and no sign
of our own wee bairn.

It was her
who done the wicked deed, sirs.

I know it in my bones!

I was on that hill that night,
but I didn't harm your child!

I was trying to help him!

So you admit it.


I am a healer!

I am a healer!

I could not abandon
a dying child!

I was trying to save it!

Shh. Do not further
incriminate yourself.

Let me do my job.


you have my deepest sympathy

on the loss
of your beloved child.

But may I ask,

if you were there,

why did you not stop this woman

from interfering with the work
of the fairies?

I was afeared.


So isn't it true, then,
that your fear and silence

allowed her
to contaminate the bairn

so that when the fairies came...

they could not complete
the switch?

At least you can take comfort
in knowing

that it was
the changeling child that died,

and that your own child
is healthy,

living forever
with the fairies.

Perhaps we should thank
this woman...

instead of condemning her.

Witness dismissed.

Ned's skill at turning
an argument on its head

started to show promise,

but as I looked around the room
at these good people,

I wondered what made them
so ready to watch us burn.

Regardless of the evidence,
they only wanted one outcome.

Call the next witness,
Alistair Duffie.

Have ye a charge to put
to either of the women here?

Against Geillis Duncan,
Yer Honor.

With my own eyes, I saw her
standing in the battlements

during a great storm.

I saw her call down
the lightning

with a flick of her hand.

Thunder roared as she laughed,

her eyes red as flames...

with a look in them

that would steal the soul
from a man.

Then the wind rose up.

Her cloak flapped open
around her,

and she leapt into the sky

and flew
like a great winged bird.


Oh, please,
this is preposterous!

The accused will be silent.

We shall reconvene
in the morning.


There's grave danger afoot.

What do you think
are our prospects?

After today,
I wager we stand a chance.

- Did Colum send you to help me?
- Oh, no.

In fact, he would not look
favorably upon me being here.

Did he have something
to do with my arrest?


Here, take this usquebaugh,
water of life.

It'll keep you warm tonight.

Pass me that flask.

He's a queer fellow,
isn't he, that Ned Gowan?

Well, he certainly
seems optimistic.

You still don't understand,
do you?

They mean to kill us.

Drink tonight, Claire...

for tomorrow our ashes will be
scattered to the four winds.

I am curious.

Was it Dougal you were after...

or his position and money?

Oh, I had plenty of money.

I knew where Arthur kept the
keys to his papers and notes.

Man wrote a fair hand.

It was easy enough
to forge his signature.

I managed to divert
near on 1,000 pounds

over the last two years.

You stole his money?

For Scotland.

What do you mean
"for Scotland"?

I dream of our Bonny
Prince Charlie,

a Stuart king
back on the throne.

You're a bloody Jacobite.

So it's politics that brought
you and Dougal together.


He's the only man I ever met
who could be my proper match.

You are aware that he's not
exactly the most faithful man?

Do you think I mind?

He's got an eye for the lasses.

Colum fights
for the MacKenzies.

Dougal fights for
the MacKinnons, the MacPhersons,

the Chisholms, the Camerons, all
of the clans, all of Scotland.

The man's a lion.


you actually love the bastard.

Your words, not mine.

Though Colum
ordered him to go...

and off he went.

I'm so sorry, Geillis.

Don't be.

Don't you dare.

Come the rising,
I shall know I helped.

Whatever happens
with the examiners,

I would do it all again.

I only regret that I have but
one life to lose for my country.

Nicely put.

Isn't it just?

How about you?

Do you love him,

your ginger-haired laddie,

It's his name
you cry out in your sleep.

If you really are a witch,

now would be a perfect time
to use your powers.

Same to you, my friend.

A starling...

you can always find them
amongst the more common birds.

The plumage is iridescent.

Looks like
a silly crow to me.

When I was a little girl,

we used to go
to Brighton in November.

They would all gather there,
thousands of them...

this massive flock.

A murmuration,
it was called.

They'd be swooping
and twirling

in this kind of hypnotic cloud,

in perfectly
synchronized patterns.

What possesses
them to do such a thing?

To protect each other
from the falcons.

Safety in numbers.

We're hardly a flock,
you and I...

although according
to witnesses,

I have been known
to take wing.


time to go.

Step aside.

Your hand, girl.


From Castle Leoch,

Laoghaire MacKenzie.

She wasna Mrs. Fraser
when we first became acquaint.

She was
Mistress Beauchamp then.

Go on.

I came to her for a potion...

to open Jamie Fraser's heart
to my own.

I'm sorry.

it's painful to speak about.

I was the one,
you see,

who Jamie was meant to marry.

But she took
the potion herself.

Did you concoct
such a potion?


it wasn't an actual potion.

I was just trying to help her.

She hexed Jamie
and turned him away from me.

She stole him.

This is nonsense.

- I didn't hex anybody.
- Silence!

Clearly she's a jealous
young lass with a broken heart.

Aye, my heart was broken.

And when I confronted her,
she struck me.

Did you, in fact,
strike this woman?

She put an ill wish
under my bed

and then tried
to seduce my husband!

He was the love of my life.

This girl is the reason
that I'm here at all.

She fabricated a note
from Mrs. Duncan summoning me,

alls the while
knowing that the wardens

were coming to make an arrest!

These crocodile tears
are just further evidence

that she's trying to get me out
of the way to get to my husband!

Cease your ramblings,
Mrs. Fraser!

You're an embarrassment
to yourself!

Let's call the next witness...

His Reverence,
Father Bain.

You good folk of Cranesmuir,

I knew when I first set eyes
on Claire Fraser

that you had welcomed the Whore
of Babylon into your midst...

that you had allowed yourselves

to be seduced
from the path of righteousness

by her beguiling sinfulness

and wicked allurement.

Is this a trial or a sermon?

I fell to my knees

and prayed for God
to curse her malevolence

and wreak his mighty vengeance
upon her body and soul.

And God answered my prayers.

He said to me...

"you have made
a prodigious mistake."

When young Tammas Baxter
was seized by Beelzebub,

I administered the last rites.

I abandoned hope.

Blinded by vanity,

I rebuked Claire Fraser.

But it was she who determined
the boy was ill

from ingesting poisoned flora,

and Claire Fraser did
what I could not...

saved the boy's life.

Blessed congregation,
hear my confession.

I failed Tammas Baxter,

I failed you...

and I failed God.

I'm no longer worthy

to serve the good and holy
people of this parish.

I beseech you...

let me go.

Bear witness
to her fiendish ploy.

It would take Satan himself
to drive a man of God away.

- She's a witch!
- Burn her!

- Witch!
- Burn her!

I have done nothing!

Mrs. Fraser!


this court forbids you
to leave this parish.

After heedful consideration...

Your Honors,
a momentary recess.

Briefly, Mr. Gowan.

Allow these ladies
some privacy, please.


I'm afraid
the climate has turned,

and there is no
coming back from it.

Well, what do we do?

We save one of you.

Neither one
of us is a witch.

It doesn't matter
what you are.

It's what people think you are.

And people thought
you were a witch

long before this English lass
came into our midst.

And let's be frank...

you've practiced
your murky trade for years.

The only thing
that ever stood between you

and a pile of kindling
was your husband, and he's dead.

Are you my lawyer
or my judge, Mr. Gowan?

I've tried, Mrs. Duncan,
but you're beyond saving,

and you ken it.

So what is it
you're saying, Ned?

I'm saying that if you claimed
that Geillis Duncan

bewitched you
and renounce her...

- "Renounce her"?
- Mm-hmm.

State that she tricked you
and drew you into her evil web.

What if I don't?

They'll burn you both.

I'll give you a moment
to think about it.

But you hasten,
because this court awaits.

This is just...

just too much.

No, wait.

there has to be another way.

Why are you here?

What are you talking about?
I was arrested. You...

No, why are you
here in Scotland?

I was traveling
from Oxfordshire.

No, you're lying.
You've been lying all along.

Dougal knew it.
Colum knew it too.

That's why he hasn't lifted
a finger to help you.

You have no idea
what you're talking about.

No more lies, Claire!

If I'm going to die,

if I'm going to burn
as a witch,

I need to know
I'm dying for something.

So tell me now.

And this time,
I want the truth.

Why are you here?

- They're growing impatient.
- We need a moment.

- No, I don't think they're...
- A moment!

It was an accident!

I swear to you, Geillis.

I'm not here for any reason.

I came, and it was...

- an accident.
- An accident.

So you don't want
to change things or...

do anything at all, do you?

I just want to go home.

I don't even know
if that's possible.


It's really all for nothing.

Geillis, I'm...

I'm afraid I cannot delay
the court any longer.

What are you going to do?

Looks like I'm going
to a fucking barbecue.

Your Honors, Mrs. Fraser
would like to address the court.

Mr. Gowan is mistaken.

I have nothing to say.

Are you mad?

Maybe I am.

We must rely on an injunction
of the Lord.

Thou shalt not suffer
a witch to live.

Thereby, we pronounce
Geillis Duncan

and Claire Fraser guilty...

and do hereby condemn
them to death!

Burn the witch!
Burn them both!

Conduct the prisoners
to the pyre, if you please.

The question
you had before...

You cannot do this!

I forbid this!

I think it is possible.





This has nothing
to do with witchcraft!

You're all murderers!

Your God will damn you all!

You're going to burn in hell!

You will not speak before this
court in that manner, woman.

Strip her and skelp her!

Get off me, you bastard!

Get your bloody hands off me,
you bloody bastard!

I shall dance
upon your ashes.


Let her go!

Sir, you have no place
in the working of this court.

I swore an oath
before the altar of God

to protect this woman!

And if you're telling me
you consider your authority

to be greater
than that of the Almighty,

then I must inform you that
I am not of that opinion myself.

The first man forward
will be the first man down.

This woman is no witch.

But I am.

Geillis, no!

I confess...

that I killed my husband,
Arthur Duncan,

by the means of witchcraft.

I took advantage of
the ignorance of Claire Fraser,

bewitching her for my purposes.

She neither took part in

nor had knowledge
of my dealings,

nor does she serve my master.

See here?

I bear the mark of the Devil.

What the villagers
saw as evidence of evil

was actually the scar
of a smallpox vaccination.

And it hit me
like a bolt of lightning.

Geillis was from the future,
from 1968.

- Run.
- Come here. Come now.

I am the mistress of Satan.

I carry his child.

Burn her!


I have lain with Beelzebub
in the darkest hours.

I pledged my soul
to him forevermore.


Cover the witch!
Cover her up!

I will have the child
of Satan.

He will damn you all.

Cover her up.


She's with child!

We have to leave now, Claire.
We have to go.

The cuts...

they're not deep.

I think you'll not be...

be marked.

Claire, I know there are things
you dinna wish to tell me...

but I've one thing to ask ye...


When you do tell me something,
let it be the truth.

And I promise you the same.

I agree.

Now, there's one thing
I must ask ye

for your own safety
as well as mine.

Are you...

a witch?

Are you serious?

I've often seen that scar
on your arm

and thought nothing of it...

until I saw the same
on Geillis Duncan today.

She called it
the Devil's mark,


I'm not a witch.

But after you hear the truth,

then maybe
you'll think otherwise.

I've never had smallpox.

I can walk through a room
of dying men and never catch it.

I can nurse the sick,

but the sickness
cannot touch me.

This mark is...
is called a vaccine,

and you've never heard of it.

No one here has.

But it prevents me
from contracting the disease.

I know about Jack Randall

I was told about him.

I know the day he was born,
and I know the day he will die,

and I know that he works
for the Duke of Sandringham

because my husband
told me about it.

I know about the Bonny Prince

and the Jacobites
and their doomed cause.

I know what's going
to happen to the Scots.

I know all of this because...


I'm from the future.

I was born on October the 20th
in the year 1918.

That's 200 years from now.

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

I hear you.

You think I'm raving mad,
don't you?


No, I believe ye, Sassenach.


I dinna understand it a bit,

not yet.

But I trust you.

I trust your word,

your heart.

And I trust there is a truth
between us.


whatever you tell me...

I will believe ye.

Can you tell me more?

I was a combat nurse
in the British army.

Before we left the church,
she said to me, "1968."

I told him everything.

The whole story
came pouring out of me

like a cataract of water
over a broken dam.

Tell me again
about the, uh... the stones.

I didn't realize how badly
I needed to tell someone,

anyone, until that moment.

The Scots never had a chance.

He listened.

Thousands were killed
at Culloden.

He didn't understand it all,
but he listened.

So, when I left you
in the glade

and went to meet Horrocks
and you ran away...

you were trying to get back...

back to the stones
and back...

to your husband.


And I beat you for it.

I'm so very...

very sorry.


You couldn't have known.


Rest now.

No one will harm ye.

I'm here.

Do you really believe me?


I believe you, Sassenach.

Although it would have been
a good deal easier

if you'd only been a witch.



Over the next several days,
we rode hard.

We were both determined to leave
the castle and the trial

far behind us,

hopeful the distance
would overshadow

the questions
that remained unanswered.

And in front
of the main house...

Jamie spoke repeatedly
of Lallybroch,

detailing the life
we'd have together,

the life
he'd always imagined.

I tried to listen.

I tried to invest
in Lallybroch as my home.

I tried to imagine a life
for us both,

but I felt adrift,

anchorless in a running sea.

- I want you inside me.
- No.


I want to watch you.



are you ready to go home?


Take a look.

It's what you wanted.


What you've always wanted...

to go home.


Is this your place?

This is it.

This the one?



what did you do
last time?

I really didn't do anything.

I heard this buzzing sound,
and... and I just...

touched the stone...


I'm sorry, lass.

I stopped you.

I shouldna have done so.

I just...

Wasna ready.

I know.

Well, there's no use
in waiting.

I must part with ye now.

That's why we're here.

It's your own time
on the other side of that stone.

You've a home there,
a place,

the things you're used to...

And Frank.


There's nothing
for you on this side...

nothing save violence
and danger.

Now, go.

I'll stay at the camp
until nightfall...

to make sure that you're safe.

Good-bye, Sassenach.



On your feet, soldier.

Take me home to Lallybroch.