Outlander (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Gathering - full transcript

Previously...

We were in scotland
on our second honeymoon.

I wanted it to be a dream,
but I knew it wasn't.

I'd seemed to have
fallen through time.

Seems that
the feral cat we picked up
on the road

Is trying to pull in
her claws.

Colum's taking credit
for bringing you on
as healer to the mackenzies.

I doubt he'll want to
see you leave any time soon.

I sent jamie to the stables

To help old alec
with the horses.

Best place for him
under the circumstances.



Dinna want him
inside the walls.

Jamie needs a woman,
not a lassie.

And laoghaire will be
a lassie until she's 50.

Mistress beauchamp
was just about to tell me

Of her unusual upbringing.

I'm sure it's
a good story.

She came back
through the stones.

Aye, she did.
They always do.

I must escape
castle leoch on my own

And get back to the stones
as soon as possible...

...Or die trying.

Gah! Tonight we feast!

And eat like kings!

You won't make
a meal of me yet!



The beast is getting away!

Something catch your eye
there, lassie?

yes,
something I'm not likely
to forget in a hurry.

Mistress claire.

You've lost your fichu.

And you lost your
hair ribbon yesterday.

So I have.

I was so concentrated
on escaping you,

I didn't even notice.

Are you done
with your game, lass?

Soon.

The mackenzie didn't say
you could waste
the whole day out here.

Well, who says
we're done yet?

There's still
lots more to explore.

You were right, mistress.

This part of the woods is
much better than the courtyard

Or the other side
of the castle.

Can I be the boar
this time?

I don't see why not.

All right. To the hunt!

Mistress beauchamp!

We're missing
the festivities.

It's nae since I was a bairn
we've had a gathering
at leoch.

All right.

Shall we let these men
get to their festivities?

Come on.

We can play again
tomorrow.

Of course.
Yay!

All right. Shall we?

The hunting game was
more than a pleasant
diversion.

It allowed me to
reconnoiter the terrain
around the castle

Without suspicion.

So far I had found at least
two possible escape routes,

And left breadcrumbs
to mark my way to freedom.

eh?

Doubt ye've ever seen
anything as braw as this
where yer from, eh?

no.

The victory day celebrations
in london and paris

Far exceeded the gathering
of the mackenzie clan

In terms of sheer size,

But this was
something different...

Simple joy,

Unencumbered
by the trauma of war

Or the exhaustion of its end.

The mackenzies were simply
glad to see one another.

Despite my eagerness to leave,

My heart lifted whenever
I walked through
the encampment

And a small part of me
regretted my imminent escape.

I had the entire route
mapped out in my head.

At night, both windows
would be lighted by torch,

Beacons to guide me
to the breaches
in the sentry posts.

But I still needed
to find distractions

For my ever-present shadows.

Gentlemen,
please do not look,

But that woman stirring
the bowl over there

Seems to fancy
one of you.

I said don't look.

Oh, aye.

She's a pie-eater,
that one.
Mmm-hmm.

Well, I'll just be settling my
cock to roost in that tonight.

Not so fast.

We said everra man for himself
during the gathering.

Aye, we did.

But ye ken how much I fancy
a hen with a bit of meat.

Who doesn't?

I may be of some assistance.

I realize I'm
a captive audience of sorts.

But I'd rather
not be subjected

To another one
of your inane debates.

So if you please,
pull sticks?

Either one?
Aye.

Right. Choose.

'tis all yer wanking gives ye
that much speed of hand.

I'll save some pie
for ye, hmm?

I now needed to tend to
the other elements of my plan.

I'll need to pick a horse
for the hunt tomorrow.

The lad wants a healer
to go along just in case.

Oh.
Come along.

Uncle lamb
had taught me to ride

During the years
we lived in ireland.

But that was a long time ago,

And I needed to pick
a gentle, easy horse.

Mistress.

There's no one
in need of healing here.

I was told I would be needed
for the hunt tomorrow.

She'll be wanting
a horse, then.

I suppose, yes,
if I mean to keep up.

Most of the horses
have been spoken for.

I don't want to be
of any trouble.

Perhaps mr. Mactavish
can help me.

Lad's no here.

Best to leave jamie to
his own thoughts today, lass.

I didn't know
I was a bother to him.

I dinna ken if yer
a bother or no.

That's for the lad to judge.

I'm just saying it's best
for all concerned

If young jamie
is left to himself
while the gathering's on.

'tis brimstone.

I'm sure she'll be
all right for yer needs.

Brimstone.

Sounds ominous.
Nah.

'tis like calling
a tall man "wee".

She's no fast, but she's sweet
and can go for days.

Only thing is if yer not
minding her every moment,

She'll turn for home
first chance she gets.

I'll leave you two
to get acquainted.

There would be
no turning for home,

Not if I had
anything to say about it.

♪ the smile in your eyes

♪ like the sun after rain

♪ to mark the occasion

♪ we went out to dine

♪ remember the last

Brought the port
ye asked for.

Christ, geillis.

Mrs. Fitz told me
I might find you down here.

Hope I'm not
disturbing ye.

No, of course not.

I... I was elsewhere.

Thank you.

I hope it wasn't
too much trouble.

No trouble.

We have plenty
collecting dust.

Something in port makes
my husband fart like an ox.

Claire.

Are you with bairn, then?

Pardon me?

Ye've quite a stock
of food here.

Are ye eating for two?

Do you think that's simply
because I have a store here

Rather than trudging
back and forth to the kitchen?

Perhaps that's why you're
desperate to get to France?

An illegitimate pregnancy?

I can assure you
I've never been unfaithful
to my husband.

It's not unfaithful
if he's dead.

Is he?

He's not alive.

So he's...

...Dead, then.

He's dead.

And the two of you
never conceived?

No. We never had children.

We tried.
Mmm.

Maybe you're barren.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

See ye have trouble
sleeping as well.

Valerian root. Hmm.

I have trouble
sleeping too.

But I don't mash
my valerian like that.

I boil it whole first.

I was wondering
about the proper dosage.

How much do you take?

It's not for me.

Put it in arthur's
evening tea.

Then I sleep like a newborn.

Careful, though.

Ye have enough there
to put a whole army to sleep
till the next moon.

Thank you.

I'll boil it in the future.

When I first came
to cranesmuir,

All I had was my wits,
ye ken?

I had a fairish knowledge
of the plants

And their good uses.

I found a man
with a respectable position.

Decent house.
Some money put away.

I know he's not much
to look at,

As ye well ken.

But that doesn't
trouble me much.

I'm free.

Can do whatever I please.

You seem to have built
quite the comfortable life
for yourself.

Hmm.

Sometimes ye find yerself
on a path you never expected.

Doesn't mean it can't
lead you to a bonny place.

I'd love to stay
and chat, geillis,

But I still have so much to do
and prepare for the hunt.

Oh, the hunt.

That must be
what yer preparing for.

Of course.

The highlands are no place
for a woman to be alone.

You'd do well
to remember that.

See you later
at the oath-taking?

Are ye sure?

Promise.

Careful.

Promise is a serious thing
in this country.

Mine, too.

Later tonight,
all the fighting men
of the mackenzie clan

Would gather in the hall

And make their oaths
of allegiance to colum.

No one would be
watching the stables.

I was almost ready.

Tonight would be
my one and only chance

To escape leoch
and return to craigh na dun.

I knew how I might
dodge my shadows.

I had my mount
and my provisions.

Now all I lacked was a weapon,
should I need it.

Claire.

Yer no wearing that
to the ceremony,
are ye, lass?

The ceremony?

I assumed a sassenach
wouldn't be welcome

At such an important event.

Don't be silly.

Yer colum's personal guest.
Ye must attend.

I'm not dressed
for the occasion.

Oh, we'll see to that
straightaway.

I'd hate to put you out.

We'd better hurry now.

The beginning
of the oath-taking
is the best part.

How do I look?
Lovely.

At first I thought
mrs. Fitz's intervention
would disrupt my plans,

But then I realized
that with her at my side
as a proper escort,

My shadows would be
less vigilant

As I moved through the castle.

I needed them to relax,

To let down their guard
and enjoy the festivities

If I was to
distract them later.

Glenna.
Iona.

I see you have the place
looking bright as a new pin.

Oh, that lovely dress again.

Ye wore it so well
to the last gathering.

Murtagh.

The mackenzie's welcoming
the men to leoch.

He hopes they had
easy journeys.

Shh!

Also hopes that
never a day will come

When the clan's fighting men
will have to draw iron,

But if they do...

Aye!

He couldn't hope
for a better lot

Than stands before him today
to defend the clan's honor.

It is a right daft soul
that would challenge
the mackenzies,

Weapons or no.

And he's proud to be
called their laird.

I swear,

By the cross
of our lord jesus christ,

And by the holy iron
that I hold,

To give ye my fealty

And to pledge ye my loyalty

To the name of
clan mackenzie.

And if ever I shall
raise my hand against ye
in rebellion,

I ask that this holy iron

Shall pierce my heart.

I swear

By the cross
of our lord jesus christ,

And by the holy iron
that I hold,

To give ye my fealty

And pledge ye my loyalty.

Are they all the same,
the oaths?

Aye.

Oh, well.

If you've seen one, then.

...That this holy iron
shall pierce my heart.

Congratulations.

Interesting ceremony.

But I've seen enough.
Shall we go?

No. Whoa.
Where are we going?

Back to the surgery.

I have to prepare the supplies
for the hunt tomorrow.

Dedicated, are ye, now?

Well, I dinna ken how ye
celebrate in oxfordshire,

Or wherever it is
ye cry home,

But I'm not missing
the gathering,

Biding with ye
down in yer hole.

Suit yourself,
but I'm going.

Well, dougal's standing orders
are to stay with ye.

Mistress.

Can ye see fit to stay?

At least...

Until I bag a lass
for the evening?

Fine.

If I must.

May as well join in.

Now, that's more
in the spirit.

Hmm?

That's not rhenish.

Mmm. It's port.

Very expensive.

Port.

'tis very strong.

'tis.

I canna seem
to keep my legs.

It's a sedative.

Is that spanish?

Go. Don't let me keep you.

Some lucky lady awaits.

Take the wine.

Share it with
all your friends.

The more unconscious
clansmen tonight,

The better.

Ooh! Ye rascals!

I'll have yer hand!

laoghaire,
you startled me.

I'm sorry,
mistress beauchamp.

It's claire.

Aye.

Is there something
I can do to help you?

Oh, aye, um...

If... If I can trouble ye
for a wee favor?

You're not injured,
are you?

No, no, I'm braw.

Um...

Well, I was wondering if...

...You had a potion

That might open a lad's
heart to a lassie.

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

Ye ken, a potion,

Or maybe a brew
of some kind

That would help a lad...

A love potion?

Oh, no, I dinna mean
to offend ye, mistress.

I just had it
in mind that...

Well, ye aid so many
with your healing

That maybe ye have something
in yer keen knowledge

That could help a lass
hold a lad's attention.

Mr. Mactavish?

Well, you didn't appear
to need much assistance

The last time I saw
you two together.

Well, not for that.

It's for moving
his heart forward.

Wait there.

Dried horse dung.

Harmless if
a bit pungent.

Jamie would never
know the difference.

Perfect.

Here.

Sprinkle the contents of this
at his threshold.

Stand outside the door,

Tap your heels together
three times,

And recite,

"there's no place like love,
there's no place like love."

Thanks to ye...

...Claire.

Good luck.

Past the storeroom
on the right.

Avoid the kitchen.

Through the east wing,

Then make for
the north stairs.

What the devil?

Thank you.
I should go.
I shouldn't be here.

Aye.

Ye shouldna be here.

But since ye are,

There's a penalty
to pay for that.

Get ye gone, lass.

Before ye pay
a greater price.

I had to focus
and forget about
the incident with dougal.

15 paces towards the well.

Keep to the northwest
to avoid the sentry,

Who usually faces south.

Brimstone
is on the right,

Fourth stall
from the doorway.

Jesus h. Roosevelt christ.

No, sassenach.
Just me.

How far did ye think
ye'd get, lass,

On a dark night
with a strange horse,

With half the mackenzie clan
after ye by morning?

Won't be after me.

They're all up at the hall.

And if one in five of them

Is sober enough
to stand in the morning,

Let alone ride a horse,
then I'll be most surprised.

Running away on a whim
just because the men
are drunk?

"on a whim"?

You know I've wanted
to leave here for weeks.

And I know exactly
how many sentry posts
surround the castle.

And I know how to make
my way through the forest

And find the road
back to inverness.

Well, that's a verra sound
plan, sassenach.

Or would be,

Did colum not post
extra guards through
the woods tonight.

He'd hardly leave
the castle undefended,

And the fighting men
of the clan inside it.

I'm going anyway.

The best trackers
in the clan are here.

They'll catch ye.

Colum will not be calling ye
a guest after that.

I don't care.

I need to leave this place.

As you so plainly stated,

I'm an outlander,
just a sassenach.

If I offended ye,
I'm sorry, claire.

I know you didn't
mean it like that.

It's just...

I've been planning
this escape for some time,

And to have all my hopes
shot to hell just
in a moment, it's...

Come along.

I'll take you back up
to the castle.

I don't think that's
a very good idea.

I had an encounter
with some drunken clansmen
in the corridor.

They dinna touch ye now?

I can't go back.

Dougal and I
were in the corridor

Near the kitchen and...

He was being forward
with me,

And I may have walloped
him over the head
with a chair or something,

And I think
he's unconscious.

Was he drunk?

Very.

Well...

I doubt verra much
he'll remember that.

And even if he does,

I doubt he'll be
in a rush to bruit

That a lass got
the better of him.

Knocked him out cold, huh?

I didn't exactly stick around
to examine him.

Well, I hope ye left
a good mark

So he remembers
his error in judgment.

'tis fine, sassenach.

Come.

This isn't the way back in.
Where are we going?

There's an opening
to a hidden tunnel.

Found it playing
as a bairn.

Here, careful.

Brings us out
under the cellar.

Thank you.

For seeing me back safely.

No, lass.

It's me that should be
thanking you,

For all yer healing
of my scratches.

God's eyes.

If it's not
the young lad,

Colum's nephew.

Come late to the oath-taking,
are ye not?

Ye don't want to
miss your turn
in front of himself.

Na, let me go
and change first
at the cottage.

I'm not decent going
to the oath-taking like this.

Don't worry yourself
about that, laddie.

We will outfit you
proper inside.

Can I keep the lassie
for myself?

Let the lady go!

Are ye all right?
Watch out!

Ye dinna have to
hit me so hard.

I was willing to come.
Aye,

But I dinna want ye
maiming half the clan

While ye were making up
yer mind.

Got the rest
of yer clothes, jamie.

Well, that should
be suitable

For the laird's nephew.

You'll be needing this.

"luceo non uro."

"I shine, not burn."

Aye, the mackenzie motto.

I'm sorry.

Didn't mean for you to have
to stand up for me.

Don't fuss yourself
on my account.

How's your head?

Fine.

My sister jenny says
it's harder than an iron pot.

I canna wear this.

I'm not a mackenzie.

Do ye know my motto, lass?

My clan's, I mean?

No.

I don't even know
what clan you're from.

Je suis prest.

Find a place in the hall.

Je suis prest.

"I am ready."

But ready for what?

Jamie's here.

why is everyone so tense?

Shh!

What's going on?
Shh.

Why?
I'll tell ye.

If jamie pledges fealty
to his uncle, colum,

Then he'd be in line
to succeed as laird.

He'd be part of
clan mackenzie, ye see?

Why wouldn't hamish
become laird?

If he's too young,
then dougal?

That may be the way
the english do things.

But clans are tanist.

Jamie has mackenzie blood.

If enough clansmen
want jamie to be laird,

Then there it would be,

And a terrible thing
at that.

Mr. Mactavish seems like
a good choice to be laird.

His other uncle, dougal,

Might disagree with ye
on that point, lass.

He's been holding the honor
for himself when colum dies.

If jamie takes the oath,

Dougal wouldna let him breathe
mackenzie air for long.

So why doesn't he just
decline to take the oath?

Not while he abides
at leoch.

As the laird's nephew

And as a healthy man at arms,
he has no choice.

If before all jamie refuses,

The maids would likely
be scrubbing

The lad's blood from the floor
at colum's feet.

So no matter what he decides,
he winds up dead?

Why stay at the castle?

Why didn't he just leave
if both his uncles

Would have his head
on a pike?

The lad's got
a price on his head.

Would not be long
before captain randall
or the watch

Had him in irons.

The only safe place in
scotland is here at leoch.

Until now.

If jamie had just
stayed hidden

Till the gathering
was over,

Colum and dougal wouldna
pressed the matter
any further.

So leaving the stables
to escort me back...

Oh, god,
this is all my fault.

Aye...

It is.

Colum mackenzie,

I come to you as kinsman

And as ally.

But I give ye no vow.

For my oath is pledged
to the name that I bear.

I give you my obedience
as kinsman...

And as laird.

And I hold myself
bound to yer word,

So long as my feet
rest on the lands

Of the clan mackenzie.

Whoo!

You're too old for this.

'tis a braw day
for a boar tynchal,
is it not?

It's quite the show
of force for a pig hunt.

It's a boar.

Oh, of course.

20 men armed
with spears and muskets.

Seems about right
to kill one hairy pig.

You've plainly
never seen one then.

Get yer mount.

Time to go.

Mistress claire!

Serves you right.

What'd you expect
the poor animal to do

With you barbarians
chasing it?

Did you forget their tusks
could be lethal?

Bring him back up
to the castle,

And tell mrs. Fitz
to give him some hot broth
and some blankets.

It'll need to be stitched,

But I don't have
any sterile tools here.

So he'll be
all right then?

Yes, you'll have
a limp.

Score one for the pig.

Maybe next time you'll think
about going fishing.

All right,
take him back now.

Lass.

Wait for me.

Wait!

where are you?

Now then. Now then,
geordie, now then.

You're gonna be
all right.

I've got you, man, okay?

You'll be all right.

Dougal, is it bad?

You'll be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

It wasn't spurting,

Which meant the femoral artery
wasn't cut.

So there was a good chance
I could stop the bleeding
at the thigh.

Will I lose my leg?

No. No, you won't.

But that would only
allow him to linger
in increasing agony.

The wound to his abdomen...

...Was fatal.

Here.

A better death, perhaps,
was what dougal
was giving him...

To die cleanly
under this sky,

His heart's blood staining
the same leaves

Dyed by the blood
of the beast that killed him.

Dougal, man.
Aye, I'm here.

I need to know,

After we raided
the clan macdonald

And stole the 20 kine
from under their noses...

Aye, I remember.

We held up at florrach
for days.

But we ate well, no?
Aye.

Aye, we did for sure.

Tell me here now, man.

Did you bed my sister
doreen?

Aye.

I did bed her.

But, you know,
she was a bonnie lass.

I ken it.

You always could charm
the lasses.

Shh.

It will be better soon.

The pain will be gone soon.

It feels better now.

I canna feel my leg
anymore, dougal.

My hands neither.

Dougal, are you there, man?

I'm here, I'm here,
I'm here.

I've got you.

Geordie...

Tell me about your home.

It's near a wide glen,

Not far from loch fannich.

What's it like there?

I'll wager it's beautiful.

Ah, 'tis.

In the spring...

Yes?

The heather's so thick,

Ye can walk across the tops
without touching the ground.

That sounds lovely.

Wish I could be there now.

Oh, you'll be there
soon, lad.

Aye.

Will ye stay with me?

Aye.
Yes.

there you are.
There.

Get the ball!

Pass it! Pass it!

I taught you this game, lad.

That ye did.

Murtagh!

Didn't look very fair.

That's twice
ye caught me napping.

Yield!

What would you think of me
if I did?

Not much.

Play fair now.

Aah!

Ye taught me well.

Aye. Too well.

Did we win?

My escape attempt thwarted...

I was faced with
the terrifying possibility

That I was destined to stay
in this dungeon forever.

I wasn't ready to give up,

But I needed time to come up
with another plan.

You've seen
men die before

And by violence.

Yes.

Many of them.

Ye've done a fine job
here as healer.

Mrs. Fitz would have ye
sit for a portrait

If it was up to her.

And, uh, I wanted
to thank you personally

For what you did for poor
geordie up there on the hunt.

In truth, I did nothing.

I wish I could have
helped him.
Ye did.

Ye took him
to a peaceful place,

And that's all any of us
can ask when we pass.

So... Thank you.

You're welcome.

If there's nothing else,
you'll have to excuse me.

I've a lot to do
here in my dungeon.

Well,

That's why I'm here, lass,

To set ye free
from this dank room.

What do you mean?
You're coming on the road.

"on the road"?

I'm leaving tomorrow,
and I'm taking you with me.

Taking me where?

Traveling through
mackenzie lands,
collecting rents.

Colum doesna travel,

So visiting
the tenants and tacksmen

That can't come
to the gathering,
that falls to me,

And attending to a wee bit
of business here and there.

But why me?

I think it would be wise

To have a healer along,

Especially one that does well
under strain.

And there's a lot of that
on the road.

So that's
the business settled.

Mrs. Fitz will have
supper ready,

And ye don't want to incur
her wrath by coming late.

We leave at first light.

As the confines
of the castle walls

Faded behind me
like a bad dream,

I took my first full breath
in weeks.

I had no idea where
this journey would lead me,

What opportunity
might present itself.

I could only hope
it would bring me closer

To the standing stones
of craigh na dun.

If so,
I was determined
to reach them,

Knowing this time
I must not fail.