Outlander (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Wedding - full transcript

Previously...

Ye need not be scared of me,

nor anyone else here,
so long as I'm with you.

You're coming on the road.

I think it would be wise
to have a healer along.

Have you seen any of
your Scottish companions

raise funds for the rebellion?

Captain, I refuse to submit
further to this interrogation.

You have no right to that woman.

Now, she must be returned
to me for protection.

I'm afraid further
questions have arisen.



Be sure to deliver her to Fort William

by sundown tomorrow.

I can only legally refuse
to hand you back to Randall

if I can change you from
an English woman to a Scot.

- Dougal wants us to be married.
- I know.

Well, doesn't it bother
you that I'm not a virgin?

No, so long as it doesna
bother you that... I am.

♪ 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...♪

_

Ready?

For what?

_

Right, then, folks.

Lovely.

Now?

Why not?

What about your parents?

They've been waiting
for us at the restaurant.

Let them wait.

Frank, they've never even met me.

Yeah, so?

They'll never meet Claire Beauchamp.

I will have the pleasure
of introducing them

to Mrs. Frank Randall.

You... you're mad.

Are you sure you wouldn't
rather a big church wedding or...

No, no.

I'm sure.

Maybe your family would prefer it.

Darling, the only family
I care about is you.

And the family that
we will make together.

Will you marry me?

Of course.

You may kiss yer bride.

You forget your life after awhile...

the life you had before.

Things you cherish and hold dear

are like pearls on a string.

Cut the knot, they
scatter across the floor,

rolling into dark corners,
never to be found again.

So you move on.

And eventually you forget

what the pearls even looked like.

Or at least you try.

Sounds like the wedding
party is still going strong.

Don't suppose they're
going to bed anytime soon.

No.

Not until they know we've
made things official.

Should be grateful they
didn't want to watch.

Only Rupert and Angus.

A wee joke.

You're a regular Bob Hope.

Was he a funny man?

I always thought so.

- Perhaps a drink?
- Aye.

To a... a lady of grace,

a woman of strength,

and a bride of astonishing beauty.

My wife.

Claire Fraser.

You needn't be afraid of me, Claire.

I wasna planning to
suddenly force myself on you.

Never thought you would.

I have questions.

Ah, I suppose you do...

under the circumstances.

What is it you want to know?

Well, I, um...

What the hell.

Might as well come straight out with it.

Why did you agree to marry me?

I mean, Dougal didn't give me
much of a choice, but you...

Well, I... I didna see
I had much choice either.

We do not have much time.

Captain Randall is
expecting Mistress Beauchamp

to be delivered to him tomorrow.

Now, we are all about
to embark on a boat

built entirely of paper.

The letter of the law is the only thing

keeping Claire out of Randall 's hands.

And so if it is to work,
then we have to follow it

to the letter.

The marriage must be
consummated right away

and witnesses must swear
that they were present

in the building if
not in the room itself.

Does Claire know about all this?

She has no say in the matter.

I thought you didn't
want with rape, Dougal.

No rape. Persuasion.

She's a smart lass.

She'll see the reason for it in the end,

but there can be no secret agreements

between the two of ya,

you saying that you
have when you have not.

Besides, I can think of
worse things in my lifetime

than holding onto
that pair of sweet ***,

- plunging my cock...
- Yeah, enough!

If Claire does become my wife,

I'll thank you to stop
talking and thinking of her

like some common whore.

Hey! If?

There is no if about this, laddie.

Now, she took a few blows
at the hands of Randall

and kept silent, which
is a fair sight more

than I 'd expect of any ordinary woman.

But you know Randall.

You know what he's capable of.

What do you think'll happen to her

if she falls into his hands again?

So you married me to keep me safe.

Aye.

That's the gist of it.

You have my name,

my clan,

my family.

And, if necessary,

the protection of my body as well.

Tell me about your family.

How many generations back?

Your parents will do.

Aye.

My father was a Fraser.

Of course.

A younger half-brother
to the present master...

Colum and Dougal... my
mother was Aileen Mackenzie,

the elder sister of Colum and Dougal.

Colum wished my mother
to marry Malcolm Grant.

My aunt Janet is dead, like my mother,

but my aunt Jocasta...

I had my father see me grow up.

I was always grateful for that.

It was a distraction, to be sure,

but a welcome one for both of us.

When he told me his family history,

I reciprocated in kind...

and we each spent the next several hours

drinking and talking and...

generally getting to know

our new spouses for the first time.

First evening with the
girl, everyone waited

to see would she take him or no?

He was charming,

a born storyteller, like most Scots.

She told Malcolm Grant off.

And he headed home as a result.

As the hours passed, I began to relax

and eventually to enjoy myself.

And your mother?

She and my father
slipped out of the castle

right under the noses of 300 clansmen.

And my father loved telling that story.

I told you to stand back, ye coof ye!

I wasn't gonna ponce around
outside the door, was I?

- Waiting for them to answer...

like we were just coming
by for a nice cup of tea.

And just what are you doing?

Dougal sent us up to see if ye'd, uh...

- y'ken?
- Now, who's the coof?

They've still got their clothes on.

- Get out.
- You can still do it

- with your clothes on.
- I know that,

but not on your wedding night!

I was just hoping to get

a wee keek at her breasts.

They're related to you?

Rupert only.

Distant cousin.

It's getting rather late.

Perhaps we should go to bed?

To bed...

or to sleep?

Well...

Either way you're... not likely to sleep

in your corset, so I 'll...

I'll help you with the...

the laces and such.

Skirts first.

Aye.

It's my turn.

Where did you learn to kiss like that?

I said I was a virgin...

not a monk.

If I need guidance... I'll ask.

Uh... oh... ah...

Jamie, you're crushing me.

So was it like you thought it would be?

Almost.

I thought...

no, never mind.

What? Tell me.

You'll laugh at me.

Promise, I won't laugh.

I didna realize you
did it face-to-face.

I thought you must do it the back way,

you know, like... like horses, ye ken.

I'm sorry.

I know, I promised I wouldn't laugh.

I'll ask you a question.

Of course.

Did you like it?

Huh.

Hmm.

Murtagh was right about that, then.

Murtagh?

He said women generally
do not care for it.

Well, he and Rupert.

And Ned.

They offered a lot of advice
on the subject last night.

I did like it, Jamie.

There it was.

Not only was I a bigamist
and an adulteress,

but I 'd enjoyed it.

I need to get some food.

Claire, wait.

Wait!

Hey!

Hey, lass, if you're still able to walk,

Jamie isna doing his duty by ye!

If she's worn out already, Jamie,

I'll be more than happy
to fill your place.

Bit of a curse and give us peace.

Better go back inside, Sassenach.

Until they've had their fun,
they'll no leave us alone.

Oh, Jamie, how was your first time?

Did ye bleed?

No, but you will, you bugger,
ye dinna haud yer wheesht.

Hey, while you're filling your face,

maybe I 'll go upstairs
and fill mine, hey?

Maybe... maybe I'll fill
it with my fist, huh?

All right, lads, show's over.

Dinna need to stay up any longer.

Aye, but let's hope you do.

Why don't you buy yourself

a wedding night like Ned did?

It's the only way he'll ever get one.

Thank you.

Don't think ye've thanked me properly.

For finding you somewhere
better to stick yer cock

than the fillies in the stable.

Thank you. Truly.

Come on, sit yourself down awhile.

You don't want to appear
too keen to return to your...

your bride.

Did he really say that?

Aye, he said, "you never
want to let a woman see

"you're too eager to please her.

Gives her too much power."

Really?

And what did you have to say to that?

I said I was completely under yer power

and happy to be there.

Is there any more whiskey?

Always.

Thank you.

Sorry.

What does that mean?

"My brown-haired lass."

Rather a dull color,
brown, I've always thought.

No.

No, not dull at all.

It's like the... the water in a burn,

The way it ruffles down the rocks.

Dark in the wavy spots with...

wee bits of auburn
when the sun touches it.

I see, um...

see a new kilt for the occasion.

Aye.

The Fraser colors.

Where did you get it?

Huh. Ah. Ha.

Did it cost you dear?

It cost nothing but
time and conversation.

The clothes belonged to the
husband of a Fraser widow

about five miles from here.

Died about ten years ago.

I wager she talked the poor
bugger into an early grave.

She wants them back by tomorrow night.

- Why?
- I didna ask.

I almost didn't bring the
damn things back to you anyway.

The village is crawling with redcoats.

I'm well aware.

Otherwise I 'd be collecting
my own wedding clothes.

And what do you think would happen

when you prance out of here

with your red hair and your muckle size

wearing Fraser colors?

You might as well paint
a target on your back.

I plan to be wed but one time, Muztagh.

So I 'll do so in a way that
would make my mother proud.

Hud.

What do you make of her?

Mistress Beauchamp.

She'll do.

I think my mother would have approved.

Do I look like a gypsy to you, huh?

Able to commune with the spirits?

Have you still got your brooch?

Your mother had the sweetest smile.

Would warm a man to the
backbone just to see it.

Claire's smile is just as sweet.

Here.

Murtagh said that?

Ha.

I wouldn't have expected
anything quite so romantic.

Well, still waters run deep, ye ken?

Is he a Fraser or a Mackenzie?

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser.

I'm surprised Dougal waited
for him to go get your kilt.

He was in such a hurry.

He was, but I slowed him down.

I'll do it.

But I have three conditions.

Ah, Christ, it would be
easier if I kill ye both.

Much harder to explain.

First, we must be wed properly.

In a church.

Before a priest.

Half past ten. And
this one still burrowing

under his blankets.

Oh, Christ, father!

Did I no just tell you
to aim it off to the side?

There'd be no problem if
he had left me in my bed.

We only need your services for an hour,

th you can coorie back
doon under your blankets.

- He says he won't do it.
- That is no what I said.

I said I canna perform a wedding

until after the banns have been read.

But that would take three weeks.

We don't have three days.

Then I won't be performing your wedding.

I have a knife too, and
I'm no afraid to use it.

I believe we have you
outnumbered, father.

Aye, but neither of ye a priest.

Kill me, and you have
no one for milesund

to perform a wedding.

"Till I come, give
attendance to reading,

to exhortation and to doctrine."

1 Timothy, chapter 4, verse 13.

Church doctrine says before
there can be any wedding,

the names of the contracted
parties must be publicly

announced three times
on three consecutive...

Look, you dozy smout!

"Yer not under the
law... but under grace."

Romans 6:14.

If you'd learned your
catechism from father Bain,

you'd ken your bible verses too.

"Take heed unto thyself,
and unto the doctrine.

for in doing this thou shalt both

save thyself and them that hear thee."

1 Timothy, chapter 4,

verse 16.

"Be not forgetful to
entertain strangers,

for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares."

"Be not carried about with
divers and strange doctrines."

- You're mixing up the verses.
- It's all Hebrews.

- Well, ye canna do that.
- Enough!

It's colder than a witch's tit in here.

Ye'll perform the ceremony tomorrow,

banns or no, or you'll be
performing yo last rite.

Go ahead, kill me.

Even if I burn in the fiery pit,

it'd be better than
spending one more Sunday

in this miserable freezing box.

How would you like
your own proper windows?

Dougal said that the wee
man barely skipped a beat

before asking what time we would like

the ceremony to begin.

some things don't change.

- Mm.
- Here.

What was your next condition?

If ye'd have let me finish the ***,

I woulda won us a proper ring.

Well, this is what Jamie wants,

and since it's his wedding,
this is what he'll get.

- Good day to you.
- Good day.

Are you the blacksmith?

Of course he's the
blacksmith, ye great gob.

We want a ring made.

- A wedding ring.
- For a lass.

- Can you do it?
- A wedding ring?

I suppose.

I've got some silver in the back.

No. Make it from this.

It's a perfectly good key.

It would be a shame to melt that down.

Oh, dinna melt it down.

The groom wants you to keep the mmm...

the part that goes into the lock

and... the...

part on the other end.

the blade and the bow.

- Aye, the blade and the bow.
- You didna ken that.

Aye.

It can be done.

Next week.

- Today.
- It'll cost ye.

Give him the money.

All right.

Ye said ye'd pay half.

I would have, had you not
taken me out of the game.

A key.

Key to what?

Nothing.

It was just something
I had in my sporran.

What was your third condition?

I left that to Ned.

What about this one? Do you like it?

M-mistress, please.

I'm here to find a dress, not a woman.

I like this one.

This one's my favorite color.

- Do you like it?
- Mm.

- Look what it does
at the back. - Mm-hmm.

- It laces
up. - Mm-hmm.

- Do you want this one, then?
- Um...

Wouldn't you like to
take me out of this one?

The... the bride isn't a...

- a woman of loose morals?
- Aye, yes.

She's a... she can't be
wearing that on her wedding day.

Then maybe ye shouldn't
be shog for a dress

at a whorehouse.

I have something might suit ye.

Get back, back now.

Or I 'll clout your ears for ye.

Courtesy of a certain lord
with whom we are familiar.

His lordship bought it
in London for his lady.

On his way home, he lost
the rest of his money

at the tables in Stirling,

so when he came by us
for his usual visit,

he was long on desire but
a wee bit short on clink.

He proposed a trade and I accepted.

Never been worn.

Was waiting for a gentleman
to visit before putting it on,

but I suppose it's best I never did.

No lass should wear
another woman's dress

on her wedding day.

Well, that'll do nicely.

Cost ye a schilling.

Fine, fine, fine.

Oh, must you run off straight away?

It will take the girls a
few minutes to wrap it up.

Protect it from the whether, ye ken?

Perhaps we could offer
ye some entertainment

in the meantime?

- Come on.
- Now, just slowly.

Not too fast.

Oh, come on.

Now you're just making things up.

No, I-I told it to you
exactly as Ned told it to me.

Grinning like a dog with twa tails

and beaming red the whole time.

Did ye not see the
strumpet at the wedding?

- Oh, so that's who that was.
- Aye.

I had no idea that
all that was going on.

That's right.

Ye've not told me what
you were doing all day.

Ah.

Hey, on your feet, lass.

You hardly wanna get married

looking like a melted candle.

Like a what?

Oh, god.

So, do ye no remember
anything of your own wedding?

- As a matter of fact, I do.
- Ah.

I did have a monstrous hangover, though.

Huh.

I remember every moment, every second.

I'll never forget when
I came out of the church

and saw you for the first time.

It was as if I stepped
outside on a cloudy day

and suddenly the sun came out.

Your servant, Madam.

I can't marry you.

I don't even know your real name.

It's Fraser.

James Alexander

Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.

Well, if you two are quite finished...

let's get on with it.

So you don't remember any of this?

Not all of it,

but some things are very clear.

I, James Alexander
Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser

take, thee, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp,

to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold from this day forth,

for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health...

till death us do part.

I, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp

take, thee,

James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser

to be my wedded husband.

To have and to hold from this day...

in sickness and in health...

till death us do part.

Do you have the ring?

Aye.

Amen.

Say the words after me.

What exactly did the words mean?

"You are blood of my
blood and bone of my bone."

"I give you my body
that we two may be one."

"I give you my spirit...

"till our life shall be done."

You may kiss yer bride.

When you kissed me like that,

well, maybe you weren't so sorry

to be marrying me after all.

Take off your shirt.

I want to look at you.

Well, then...

fair is fair.

Take off yours as well.

Have you never seen
a naked woman before?

Aye, but not one so close.

And not one that's mine.

Ah!

Ah... ah... oh!

I'm sorry.

I didna mean to hurt you.

You didn't.

You sure?

- Yes.
- Ha.

I dinna know women could...

Does it happen every time?

Only if the man is a very good lover.

But you're so small. I
didna want to hurt you.

- What are you doing?
- Stay still.

- Does that hurt?
- Little bit.

Do you want me to stop?

No.

No.

What did you say?

"I thought my heart was gonna burst."

Mrs. Fraser.

- You're out late.
- Aye.

I'm just back from
seeing Captain Randall.

I shared with him the happy news

that you're no longer
at his beck and call.

What did he say?

That there are likely
limits even to your tolerance

for foul language.

I don't suppose he means

to take any further steps about it?

I shouldn't think so.

He's got more important
things to worry about

than chasing after one stray Sassenach,

no matter how pretty.

And he's got better
sense than to rile Colum

by kidnapping his nephew's wife.

That's comforting to know.

I commend you for doing your duty.

But it needn't stop you from
sampling other pleasures.

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

I'm Jamie's wife.

Evening, mistress, Dougal.

Good evening, Rupert.

I would like to thank you
for your kindness towards me.

The... the ring is magnificent.

Oh, well, you're welcome.

And a most hearty congratulations to you

on your wedding day.

Thank you.

Ah, young Jamie may no
have much experience,

but that one looks like well ridden.

What was that fer?

- Check the horses.
- I've already done it.

Do it again.

They're Scotch pearls.

They belonged to my mother.

And now they belong to my wife.

They're one of the few
things I have left of her.

And very precious to me.

As are you, Claire.

I'll meet you downstairs.

If I don't get something to eat soon,

I might have to take a bite out of you.

I believe you've already done that.

And I look forward to
doing it again soon.

Don't be long.

There'll be nothing left but crumbs.