Outlander (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 14 - The Search - full transcript

Claire and Jenny set out to rescue Jamie from his redcoat captors; unorthodox tactics are used.

Previously...

I find you to be the most
singular woman, Claire.

I'm Jamie's wife.

Word filtered out that
the laird of Lallybroch

had returned with his new bride.

They're criminals out to
line their own pockets.

The money we pay is for protection.

British don't take kindly
to those who harbor outlaws.

- Why'd you kill him?
- He threatened me.

Good. I never liked the Irish bastard.

Looks like this laddie's on his way.



Bloody hell!

Now I'm a man short.

I could use a tall, strong
Scotsman who's swift wi' a sword.

Haste ye back, or else.

Congratulations.

Someone gave these to my mother.

My father used to tease
her about her admirer.

- Aah!
- We were ambushed.

Get back!

- Where is Jamie?
- The Red Coats have him.

♪ Sing me a song of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul, she sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea to Skye ♪



♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul, she sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

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Yes, ma'am?

You'll need to start milking
the goat straight away.

- Yes, ma'am.
- And then ask granny MacNab

for some honey. She'll ken what it's for.

Yes, ma'am.

What's your plan, then? Claire?

Claire! What do you intend to do?

I intend to get my husband back.

Well, you canna go alone. Agh!

Allow me a moment to gather my strength,

and I'll accompany ya.

You can't go anywhere in your condition.

You're missing your leg.

I'll fashion another one.

Ye're no going anywhere with a wounded arm.

You're taking some of the lads

with you, then. Mrs. Crook?

Fetch Duncan and have
him gather the tenants,

- the ones with proper weapons.
- Right away.

No. Nobody is going anywhere.

- Mrs. Crook.
- Nobody but me.

We have to do something.

Our laird is in the
clutches of the English.

If you engage with the
British army to rescue Jamie,

then Lallybroch could face
retribution from the crown,

and your laird would not
want that to happen...

Especially on his account.

Well, at least let me make myself useful.

Give you a place to start.

Fetch me a paper and ink.

I'll try my hand at a rough
map of where we were set upon.

Please, hurry.

Where on earth do you think you're going?

You just gave birth. You can't leave.

You may be armed with a map

and a fair knowledge of the area,

but that's worthless for tracking soldiers.

She was right.

I scarcely knew the
terrain around Lallybroch.

I could live for a time off
the land, but for how long?

I knew full well if I had
any hope of finding Jamie

I'd need help

if not divine intervention.

Claire? Yah!

Yah!

We're very close.

Go on, shoo. Get off.

God our father,

your power brings us to
birth to guide our lives

and by your command, we return to dust.

Amen.

God our father, your
power brings us to birth.

Your providence guides our lives,

and by your command, we return to dust.

- Amen.
- Amen.

I was reminded of the
sad timelessness of war.

Victors carry their dead
from fields and bury them.

The losers are left to slowly
decay back into the soil.

I found more tracks. East.

Just as Ian said. They
have a cart. It's heavy.

It should be easy enough to follow.

Hopefully, 'cause there's a
rather large red-headed Scot

weighing it down.

I'm bursting.

I had no idea it flowed like that.

Oh, aye, the bairn's
sucking starts the milk.

Then all the child need do is swallow.

Oh, feels much better.

I canna leave wee Maggie too long.

It's a nuisance.

Everything to do with
bairns is a nuisance, almost.

But still...

I'd never choose not to have them.

No, you wouldn't choose that.

Do you think we'll find him?

We have to.

They're still a few hours
ahead of us at the least.

They get to Fort William before we do,

I'm afraid Jack Randall might
finally finish what he started.

I've been thinking about that.

I plan on avoiding him altogether

by bargaining with lord Thomas.

He's the commander of the
British army in this area

and Randall's superior.

With any luck, he'll be there.

Why would he bargain wi' you?

I believe he took a shine to
me when I met him at Brockton.

And from what I observed,

he holds Randall in absolute contempt.

Sounds more like a prayer than a plan.

Well, it's better than no plan at all.

Still warm.

Come on!

Get your horses ready.

Aye, aye, sir. No problem.

There's Mr. MacQuarrie.

Where's Jamie? Can't see him anywhere.

Soldiers are at ease.

One guard.

Do you suppose they've killed him?

Why would they?

Because he's a headstrong Fraser.

True, but he's not daft
enough to pick a fight

with 10 armed soldiers.

Private, take this dispatch straight away.

- Where's he going?
- I don't know.

But there's one way to find out for sure.

You all right, madam?
I almost trampled you.

Uhh!

Again, what have you done

with the other prisoner?

I'll not let harlots talk to me that way.

Untie me straight away.

A harlot am I, now?

Only a slut would stoop
to rob a king's man.

We are not harlots or thieves.

We just want to know
where the Highlander is.

The red headed one.

Go to the devil, the both of you.

You don't have to make this more difficult.

A simple answer, and we'll be on our way.

Ooh! Oh...

I don't think you grasp
the situation you're in.

I won't be able to stop her once
she sets her mind to something.

An assault on a king's man is
an assault on the crown itself.

The other prisoner?

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

Oh!

Oh, god! Aah!

Where is he?

Aah!

Aah-hah-ah...

- The Highlander?
- Enough!

It's the only tongue
the English understand.

I beseech you.

Just tell us what you
know and this will end.

Maybe if I smoke your bollocks
you'll change your mind.

H-hol... hold, please.

Please! Please, lord god, hold.

I'm just a courier. Oh,
lord god, please hold.

- I'm just...
- Wait, wait!

I'm a courier, please.

If he's a courier,

maybe one of the dispatches
will say something about Jamie.

I found something.

If you break that seal...

You'll both hang.

It says they were taking
him to the sherriff's court

in beauly when he escaped.

But the army is still searching for him.

Well, nobody's searching.

Those few soldiers back in
the glen were taking MacQuarrie

to the sherriff's court in beauly.

This dispatch is calling on
the garrison at Fort William

to find Jamie.

And if they never read it...

Then they won't know he's escaped.

He won't go back to Lallybroch.

That's the first place they'll look.

No, he'll go north...

Deeper into the Highlands.

The garrison won't dare
stray that far from supplies

and reinforcements... Too chancy.

What are you doing?

I'm going to stop the
burning and bandage his foot.

Claire, we canna allow him to live.

I don't know that.

He knows we're looking for Jamie.

How long do you think
it'd be before they turn up

in Lallybroch if we left him alive to blab?

I ken ye're my brother's
wife, but I won't be judged

by you, Claire.
- Pardon?

I can see in your eyes you
dunna agree with my methods.

Just because I don't see the man murdered?

No, because it bothers you,

and there's no room for
sentiment like that here.

He won't be telling his tale to anyone.

Next time... Hide your tracks better.

I followed till I heard the screams.

Make camp.

I'll go find us some supper.

Love forces a person to choose.

You do things you never
imagined you could do before.

I wasn't judging you.

I just know that if Murtagh
hadn't turned up when he did...

I would have done it myself.

When the bottom log burns to ash,

the next one will take its place.

Should keep us warm till morning.

For a lady from Oxfordshire,

you ken your way about the wilds.

Hmm. When I was young,

my uncle taught me how to survive outdoors.

We had to take whatever the land offered.

I picked up a few useful tips.

Aye, I'd say so.

Where did you learn to track like that?

Jamie and Ian taught me when we were young.

They didn't mind you tagging along?

Well, they knew if they refused,

I'd either skelp their lugs
or bedevil their suppers.

Bedevil their suppers?

Added a bit of seasoning.

I'd show them the wee beasties

and tell them they'd get plenty more

when they least expected
it if they didna teach me.

So, Ian sent you, I expect?

Aye, thought you could use the help.

But from what I've seen so far,

you two are natural outlaws.

Supper.

The rents from quarter
day... You might need it.

You'll take it, and none of your nonsense.

This... Belongs to Ian.

He has another one.

Put it in the top of your stocking.

Hold it with your garter.

Never take it off, even when you sleep.

Do you ken how to use a knife?

Yes, I do.

It was clear that with Murtagh's arrival,

Jenny had to go back to Lallybroch

and her infant daughter.

However, I felt the
burden of being a profit.

Jenny, I need you to do
something when you get home.

Plant potatoes.

Potatoes? They're not
grown in the Highlands.

They will be.

The crop will keep for a long time,

and the yield is better than wheat.

Aye.

There's none closer than Edinburgh,

but I can send for them.

As many as you can.

There will be a famine.
A bad one in two years.

Any land or property you
have that's not productive,

sell it now, for gold.

A war is coming, slaughter.

Men will be hunted
throughout the Highlands.

Jamie said you might... Tell me things.

Didna make much sense at the time.

But he said if you did.
I was to do as you ask.

Those are the important
things to do for now.

God go with ye, Claire.

I can leave knowing ye're
gonna do whatever it takes

to bring my brother back.

Are we headed north?

Aye.

Can you be more specific?

North, then west.

You're a wealth of information.

Is there a place he might go?

There's no telling.

But the traveling will no be easy for him,

lyin' hid during the day,
stayin' off the roads.

Then how exactly are
we supposed to find him?

We're not.

The lad's gonna find us.

What do you mean?

I've brought the rest of your medicines.

You need to establish a reputation

around these parts as a healer.

We need to attract attention.

I found out soon enough what he meant.

We traveled openly and
slowly along the main roads

and stopped at every croft,
village, and hamlet we came to.

Okay, young man.

There, Murtagh

would make a quick survey
of the local populace,

round up anyone suffering
from illness or injury,

and bring them to me for treatment.

Physicians being few and
far between in these parts

were always guaranteed to draw attention.

Get off!

Boo!

Murtagh had his own way
of attracting attention.

You're like a sow in heat up there.

Off!

You made me want to go home
and spend time with ma wife!

These lines are contradictory.

See how this one curves?

That means you're going on a journey.

And...

It's crossed by a broken line,

which means you're staying put.

There are strangers

who've come into your life recently,

many of them.

And if I read this right, and I do,

one of them is a very tall, strapping,

red-haired man.

Have you seen someone like that recently?

Ooh...

No.

Only man I've seen of late is my husband.

And he's short, fat, and lazy.

But this red-haired,
strapping man ye speak of...

Is he the one that's to
take me on the journey?

Possibly.

Sit down!

Are you sure?

Think.

Perhaps you saw him passing through here.

If I'd seen him, lassie,

wouldn't be sitting here talking to you.

Well... I suppose not.

Well...

You have a very long and happy life

to look forward to.

Really?

But your husband doesn't.

Oh.

Thank you.

Dimwits.

They wouldn't appreciate a fine performance

if it bit 'em on the backsides!

And you, do you have to tell
fortunes during my dance?

So I'm to blame because
you're not a success?

You were a distraction.

I couldn't concentrate on my
steps for worrying about ye.

It was your idea that I tell fortunes.

I'm just going along with the plan.

Trust me, Jamie will come to us.

Very few fortune-telling
healers roam the Highlands

with a dancing Fraser clansman in tow.

Is there no other way for
us to get the word out?

Words canna travel by air.

Well, not yet, anyway.

Never mind. No one I spoke to has seen him.

Did you have any luck?

No.

This isn't going to work.

Not with that attitude it won't.

Suddenly, the sky grew darker

and there was a loud noise upon the...

May I make a suggestion?

Perhaps you could sing a song

to jazz up the dance a bit.

Jazz?

To spice up, enliven.

A song?

Yes, something toe-tapping like...

♪ He was a famous trumpet
man from out Chicago way ♪

♪ He had a boogie style
that no one else could play ♪

♪ He was a top man at his craft ♪

♪ But then his number came up
and he was gone with the draft ♪

♪ He's in the army now
a-blowin' reveille ♪

♪ He's the boogie-woogie
bugle boy of Company B ♪

What?

It's a bonnie tune, but
you need a Scottish song.

Me?

And a new look.

That's jazzed you up a bit, eh?

I look ridiculous.

Aye, you do.

Where did you find these
clothes? They absolutely reek.

This is going to help us find Jamie how?

Ye nagged me to speed up the search.

Well, a sassenach lady

dressed as a laddie
singing this bawdy song...

That should spread the word.

Well, I'm sure this
isn't what I had in mind.

Bear ye one another's
burdens and so fulfill the...

stop quoting the bible.
It doesn't suit you.

Right.

Warmed them up with a wee jig.

Oh, fuck.

♪ Here's to all you lads and lasses ♪

♪ That go out this way ♪

♪ Be sure to tip your coggie
when you take her out to play ♪

♪ Lads and lasses toy a kiss ♪

♪ The lads never think
what they do is amiss ♪

♪ Because there's Kent and
keen and there's Aberdeen ♪

- Yay!
- * and there's none as muckle *

♪ As the strath of bogie wogie ♪

♪ for every lad'll wander ♪

♪ Just to have his lass ♪

♪ An when they see her pintle
rise, they'll raise a glass ♪

♪ An Rowe about their wanton een ♪

♪ They dance a reel as the
troopers go over the lea ♪

♪ Because there's Kent and
keen and there's Aberdeen ♪

♪ And there's none as muckle
as the strath of bogie wogie ♪

♪ A-root, a-toot ♪

♪ A
rooty-a-doot ♪

♪ A-root, a-toot,,a rooty-a-doot ♪

♪ He giggled, goggled me ♪

♪ He was a banger ♪

♪ He sought the prize
between my thighs ♪

♪ Became a hanger ♪

♪ And there's Kent and
keen and there's Aberdeen ♪

♪ But there's none as muckle
as the strath of bogie wogie ♪

If you see a strapping

red-headed fellow, let me know.

- * But there's Kent and keen*
- Has a big red-headed lad

come through these parts?

♪ But there's none as muckle as the ♪

♪ Strathbogie wogie ♪

♪ An no there's none as
muckle as the wanton ♪

♪ Tune of strath of bogie ♪

It's our sixth village.

How long do you plan on doing this for?

Well, as long as it takes.

Jamie kens the song you're singing well.

His uncle Dougal used to sing
it when he had too much drink.

You singing it is like lighting
a beacon on a black night.

I trust you Murtagh, but...

and airing yer doubts is just
yer way of showing that, then?

No.

Then that'll be all on the subject?

Fine, I'll keep my mouth shut.

Aye... Till we reach the horses I expect.

For the show, any alms.

Alms, alms, alms for the show.

That flat-footed lummock
has no feeling for the tune.

None.

I'll see about securing a spot for you

once this clodhopper is finished.

Crowd seems receptive enough.

And now, I give you...

The sassenach!

♪ Here's for every lad and
lass that goes with that way ♪

♪ Be sure you tap her coggie
when you take her out to play ♪

♪ The lads and lasses toy an kiss ♪

♪ The lads dare think what they do is amiss ♪

♪ Because there's Kent and
keen and there's Aberdeen ♪

♪ But there's none as
muckle as strathbogie wogie ♪

♪ And every lad's a wander for to have his lass ♪

♪ And when you see her pintle
rise, you raise your glass ♪

♪ An Rowe about their wanton een ♪

It's no laughing matter.

A song is a song, is a song.

No one can claim the words.

They're like birds in the wind.

If one can cage them, they own them.

It's ours. You're filching it.

You won't be using it again.

What my companion is attempting to say

is that it's... It's a very special song.

That's precisely why we chose to use it.

Delivers the crowds.

Not my taste.

The Highlanders seem to
delight in ribald language.

And we added a proper dancer.

You have a servant.

Clearly you're in no need of funds.

A respectable English lady

traveling through the Scottish countryside

posing as an itinerant performer.

No.

You do this for either politics or love.

It's not politics.

Wise.

You don't want to involve yourself

in his majesty's affairs.

But love, after money,

is what matters most in a gypsy's heart.

Bloody Christ.

Since when do gypsies have hearts?

Spoken by a man who has no soul.

Enough.

I'm searching for my husband.

And I have to sing that song.

And once I have found him I promise you,

I will never set foot on stage again.

Give me your word that you
won't perform that song again.

You have my word.

You might as well have
dropped that money in a ditch.

His word is worth hee-haw.

Desperate times call
for desperate measures.

I think it's what Jamie would've done.

You're no listening. That
gypsy all but told you

he'd carry on performing that song

- if it earns him money.
- I have to believe

that a man who looks you in the eye

and gives you his word will keep it.

The gypsy will keep using the song.

So, you'll be singing
it, they'll be singing it.

Jamie won't know which song to come to.

Go home to Lallybroch.

I'll track the gypsies.

Easier for me on my own.

You won't slow me down then.

No. He is my husband.

You can't understand how that feels.

Besides...

I outrank you, do I not?

- I'm pledged to the laird.
- And I'm his lady.

And I'll continue singing
that song until I find him.

If ye look hard enough, you
might just see the Americas.

It's the only place you
haven't sung that damn song yet.

Canna sleep?

Of course not.

Good.

What does that mean?

I'm a fool for trailing after ye.

At least I ken that much.

But you?

Ye're stubborn

and you will not listen to
anyone but your own self.

You insisted you'd carry
on singing this song.

We've still no sign of the lad.

Are you blaming me for our situation?

I am.

This whole farce was your plan.

And it was fine.

Till your dealings with the gypsies.

Fine?

Nothing about this search has been fine.

Perhaps it has for you

because you've never lost
someone that you've loved.

You ken it all now, do you lass?

I lost someone.

At a MacKenzie gathering

many years ago.

My face had less weather on it then.

And she was a sonsie lass.

But she had another suitor.

So...

I thought to prove myself worthy of her.

Be the kind of man she'd desire.

During the Tynchal Hunt...

I alone killed a wounded
boar using just a dagger.

The MacKenzie was so impressed by the deed

he gave me the tusks.

I made them into bracelets

and gave them to the
lass as a wedding gift.

It was you?

You think ye're the only
one that loves Jamie?

He's a son to me.

I'm sorry.

I can't bear it.

What are we going to do now?

Where do we go?

Until we ken otherwise,

we go back to the
beginning and start again.

All right.

First things first.

The horses.

They need to be fed and watered.

Gave away most of our money.

We'll manage something.

No?

You will live a long and happy life.

Mr. Ward, I didn't expect to see you again,

unless you came to have your fortune read.

I broke my word.

We've been performing your
song, and doing quite well at it.

I had heard that gypsies
aren't trustworthy.

I'd hoped it wasn't true.

Well, I trust you haven't come all this way

looking for absolution.

Is everything all right here, lass?

It's fine.

Mr. Ward was just leaving.

I'm here in the name of love.

We were performing near Achnasheen.

A messenger left word.

And what's that got to do with us?

The message was for the
lass playing your role.

Clearly, it was meant for you.

This message, what did it say?

I don't just give information away.

Even to those with the soul of the gypsy.

I'll give you nothing.

Now, you better leave

before my companion here
decides to lend you a hand.

You're to go to glen rowan
cross with all due haste.

Is it Jamie?

He kens the place.

So do I.

Thank you.

From one gypsy to another.

Jamie!

Sorry to disappoint you, lass.

We were hoping for...

I ken what you were hoping for.

I couldn't send for ye by name.

Risk my location being
found by those unsympathetic

to the cause.

Smuggling now, are we?

For prince Charles nascent rebellion?

I didn't send for you to debate politics.

You can stop your searching.

I've news of Jamie.

He's alive.

He was taken at Achnasheen.

Drawn by your song.

Met six Red Coats face to
face around a turn in a path.

One recognized him.

Was he hurt?

He's in Wentworth Prison.

Stood trial three days
ago. Condemned to hang.

- When?
- Today, day after.

Not long.

We have to hurry.

Wait...wait... Hey!

No, no, no, no, no.

No, Murtagh.

I need to have a word with the lady, alone.

It'll be fine.

Claire, I understand that you're grieving.

I do. It's hard to
accept that Jamie's gone.

I know that. But...

You have to let him go.

You said he was still alive.

There must be something we can do.

There is. Come back with me.

- What?
- I'll protect you.

I don't need protection. I need my husband.

I can protect you, as your husband.

Get your hands off me.

Now, listen to me, Claire.

I will do no such thing.

Have you no shame?

Your nephew lies rotting in
prison under a death warrant,

and you make a play for his wife?

I've never known you to act
like an empty-headed woman

before, so don't start now.

What about Geillis?

I thought she was your true soul mate.

Your star-crossed lover.

Carrying your forbidden child.

Both of them... Burned at the stake.

Here you are looking for another woman,

her friend, to warm your bed.

We won't talk about Geillis today.

This is about you.

You're a widow, or if
not now, you soon will be.

An English widow.

With no money, no property to call your own

save that poor Fraser land you'll inherit.

And how long do you think it'll
be before Captain Jack Randall

comes knocking at your door at Lallybroch?

The Frasers will protect
me, thank you very much.

In the same way they protected Jamie?

No, you'll be back in his hands
the minute he takes his fancy.

And there's nothing that those
poor farmers can do about it.

I thought those poor farmers

were going to be the backbone
of your Jacobite army.

You're being clever. Not wise.

The only way to keep
you and Lallybroch safe

is to come under my protection

as war chieftain of the clan MacKenzie.

Lallybroch?

So that's what this is really about?

You want to control the Fraser lands.

That's what you've wanted all along.

That's why you kept Jamie away for years

by telling him his sister
bore Randall's child.

Because you were hoping for an opportunity

to bring them under the MacKenzie banner

before the rightful laird could return.

All of that may be true.

But it doesna alter your position.

Now, what would Jamie want you to do?

Well, he wouldn't want me
sleeping with his uncle.

Hey, listen to me. Listen to me.

He loved you, yes, I know that.

More than I suspected
when I proposed you wed.

Now, he... he was a man of deep feelings.

Don't you dare speak about
him as if he were already dead.

Now, you think what you
want of me, of my motives,

or my politics, or even my honor,

but you know... You know Jamie.

You know how he felt about Randall.

If marrying me was the only way

to keep you out of that bastard's hands,

he would tell you to do it.

Now, look me in the eye
and tell me I'm wrong.

How many men are there with you?

What?

How many?

10.

I know what you're thinking,
but there is no way on earth

that so few men can force
their way into Wentworth prison.

Jamie led only a handful
of men when he rescued me

at Fort William.

What's the matter?

Are you scared you're not as good as him?

I'll not be baited by you, Claire.

You're blinded by love...

Wishing for things that can never be.

Would you give up your dream
of a Stewart king on the throne

without trying?

No. Well, I won't give up
on Jamie without trying.

He'll be dead before you get there.

And what then?

Then I'll marry you.

If there's a chance that I can save him,

then I have to try.

But if I fail,

or if he's already dead...

I will marry you.

I'll not force any of my
men to go to their deaths.

But I'll not stand in the
way of any that choose to go.

Look, I like the lad,

but it's Wentworth.

There's nae chance.

Bloody cowards.

I understand your hesitation.

What I'm asking is daunting.

But I know if the situation were reversed,

Jamie would come for
every single one of you.

The same MacKenzie blood
runs through all your veins.

I'll go.

Laddie, stop your nonsense
and get back behind me.

Ye're too green to ken what you're saying.

Jamie's always looked
after me, protected me.

On the road, Leoch.

And I ken if it was me about
to meet the hangman's noose,

he'd come for me...

Try to set me free.

Whatever you call for, mistress Claire,

my life is yours to command.

Thank you, Willie.

You have more courage

than all the rest of them put together.

You honor your blood.

Oh, hell's fire.

Canna let the wee Scunner go alone

and have all the fun, can I, eh?

Aye, me neither.

You see when this goes wrong,

I'm killing you first
for getting us involved

even before the Red Coats
stretch your scrawny neck.

Now... That was the easy part.

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