Outlander (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - The Fox's Lair - full transcript

Previously...

She hexed Jamie and
turned him away from me.

She put an ill wish under my bed

and then tried to seduce my husband!

Sire, this woman is a liar and a witch!

But La Dame Blanche is a white witch,

and I practice white magic.

And with French money,
we will unite the clans,

and I will lead you all
to the gates of London

and to glory.

The Prince is a canny, slippery man,



yet can fool good men to believe
he is God's chosen one.

We've thwarted him all we can,

and we find ourselves
staring into the abyss

awaiting us at the
bottom of Culloden Moor.

Bring me home... to Scotland.

Aye.

Scotland.

♪ 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 ♪

We returned to heal

in the peace of the Scottish Highlands.

Jamie's sister, Jenny,

and her husband, Ian,

had had another baby
while we were in Paris.

Their welcome

and the daily routines of Lallybroch

worked like a tonic on
our battered souls.

We hoped we had done
enough to stop the war.

We began planning our future,

but as a very prescient
Scot once observed,

the best laid schemes of mice and men.

Claire, Claire! They're ready!

Look how big they are.

They're giant!

Oh, my goodness, Rabbie. So they are.

- Can we eat them tonight?
- Oh, I don't see why not.

Come on, let's go ask Mrs. Crook.

A grand potato, if ever I saw one.

Ye've never seen one.

Not in Fraser land.

Not till now.

Ye were right tellin' us
to plant them, Claire.

'Tis a fine crop.

I dinna see how ye'd ever
grind them for parritch.

I dinna believe ye grind them, Mrs.
Crook.

Och, aye?

What do ye do with 'em, then?

You boil them.

- Eat them with salt.
- Aye.

- Butter is good, too.
- Or roast them.

Or you can mash them with milk.

Oh, I dinna ken you
could cook, Sassenach.

I'm not sure I can cook,

but I can certainly boil a potato.

Mm, then we shall have a feast.

- Ye did well.

Wipe yer feet and take
off yer filthy boots

before ye tramp all over this rug.

Come along, lads.

You can help me scrub them clean.

I ran into Hector on the way up.

Got the post from him, eh?

Oh, Jamie, here's one for you.

Louise.

It's the bill for the seed.

And one from Aunt Jocasta.

Good, we haven't heard
from her in months.

Now, did ye get the ploughshare fixed?

Smitty says it's broken
straight through.

Canna be re-forged.

We'll have to hand-till
until we can get a new one.

I canna believe I've become a farmer.

Oh, three French novels

and a book of poetry from Paris.

Which one shall we read tonight?

And what is it?

"Dear cousin, so pleased.

"Words cannot express my
admiration for your boldness

"and courage.

My prayers are with you"...

- Stuart Crest.
- Aye.

It declares a Stuart's divine right

to the throne of Britain,

supported by the chieftains
of the Highland clans,

signed by those pledging
loyalty to Charles Stuart.

MacKinnon, Oliphant,
MacDonald of Glencoe.

James Alexander Malcolm
MacKenzie Fraser.

Jesus bloody Christ, he's
forged your signature.

Aye, he has.

Charles has landed in Scotland

and is gathering his army.

This was published, distributed.

The names on this are
traitors to the crown.

Jamie.

It's all coming to pass, isn't it?

Jacobite rising, Culloden,
the Clearances...

The destruction of all of this.

So it would seem.

We could go to Ireland...

or the colonies.

What of Ian and Jenny?

My nieces, nephews, our cousins?

We can bring them with us.

All of them?

What of our tenants?

Leave them to the... the mercy
of the British butchers

if the Culloden is lost?

Your name on that document

brands you as a traitor to the British.

And you will be hung as
one if they catch you.

We can't stay.

We know what will happen if
the Jacobites lose the war.

But...

but what if they win?

They don't.

It's the verdict of history.

Have you given up trying
to change the future,

then, Sassenach?

Well, after Paris, haven't you?

Aye, Paris was bitter disappointment.

But you can change the future.

You've proven that.

Thomas Baxter lives because of you.

Paris was spared an outbreak of smallpox

because of you.

And Louise de Rohan

will bear Charles Stuart's bairn

because of you.

You want to fight for Prince Charles?

Fight...

for our family...

And for Scotland.

Canna see any other way.

Can you?

Not one that we could live with.

They say the definition of insanity

is doing the same thing over and over

and expecting a different result.

Well, I do not ken who
they are, Sassenach...

but I'll wager...

they have never traveled through time.

♪

So, with Daniel Wallace
and Duncan MacLennan,

ye should have 30 able-bodied
men from Lallybroch.

Good.

Murtagh, I'll need ye to
bring the men to Kingussie.

Claire and I will meet
you there in two weeks,

and we'll go together to
join the prince at Crieff.

As ye say.

And where will we be
during these two weeks?

Uh, Prince Charles has
dispatched me to enlist men

and support from our kinsman,

Lord Simon Fraser of Lovat.

Ye're going to see Lord Lovat?

Ask him to do ye a favor?

Ask him to help preserve his country...

and restore the rightful
king to the throne.

He does have a history

of supporting the Jacobites, ye ken.

Oh, aye, and the British and anyone else

that will help him line his pockets

and claim the title Chief
of Clan Fraser of Lovat.

A position he is entitled to

and has held for over 20 years.

You're defending the old buzzard, now?

Father must be birling in his grave.

- Who is Lord Lovat?
- Our grandsire.

Who we've laid eyes on
but once in our lives,

when he came to visit just
after our mother died.

Father threw him out before
he could cross the threshold.

Why?

He tried to have our mother kidnapped

and taken to the Monach Isles

in order to prevent our
father from marrying her.

There was some bad blood

between Lovat and the MacKenzies.

A situation I assume Prince
Charles is unaware of?

'Tis not only degrading

for ye to crawl to that
man and ask him for help.

'Tis a fool's errand.

The old fox does nothing that's
not in his best interest

and never without a price.

No.

No, what would be foolish, Janet,

would to let pride stand in the way

of doing whatever I can to
save Lallybroch, Scotland,

and everything that we hold dear.

We'll leave for Beaufort
Castle first thing tomorrow.

I havena been completely honest

with ye about my family, Sassenach.

- What do you mean?
- My father...

He was a bastard.

Acknowledged by his father, Lord Lovat,

but a bastard nonetheless.

And your grandmother?

Lord Lovat's kitchen maid.

She raised my father at Beaufort Castle.

I should've told ye before we wed.

I'm sorry. It was cowardly of me.

Jamie, you must know
your father's parentage

makes no difference to me.

Hm.

Well...

it should.

♪

It doesn't.

♪

- Let's go to bed.
- Aye.

♪

The bairn couldna sleep,

and neither could Jamie.

He thought they could keep
each other company for a bit

while Ian and I slept.

And he's trying to get
back on my good side.

Did it work?

It's a start.

Ye can talk to a wee one

in a way you canna talk to anyone else.

Ye can pour out yer heart to them

without choosing your words

or holding anything back at all.

And that's a comfort to the soul.

It's the way we talk to
them before they're born.

Ye know.

Yes.

I know.

The man has to wait
until the child's born,

and then they hold their bairn
and feel all the things

that might be and all the
things that might never be...

and weep,

not knowing which ones
will come to pass.

- Take care of your Fraser.
- Aye.

And you yours.

Take this.

It brought Ian back to me from France.

Ye gave Ian a token when we
went to France, and no' me?

And him not even your
betrothed at the time.

Don't make me regret
giving it to ye now.

If ye don't come back, brother,
I'll never forgive ye.

Never is a very long time.

I know.

Jes where do ye think ye're going?

Well, with Milord.

Ye're too young to fight, laddie.

Ye'll bide here wi' us.

You can help Rabbie in the stables

till Milord returns.

But I belong with you.

Is that not what you told me, Milady,

that I will always have a home with you?

Yes, of course.

- But sometimes it's...
- He's right.

His place is no' here without us...

nor in France on his own.

Bring him with ye, Murtagh,
when ye come with the men.

Aye.

If I havena killed him first.

Dinna fash, Claire.

We'll keep him well
away from the battle.

The outcome is in yer hands, laddie.

A good soldier must learn to
obey his commanding officer...

As well as his general.

Take care of each other...

and watch out for my grandsire.

I will. Bye, Jenny.

♪

During our ride
to Beaufort Castle,

Jamie filled me in on what he knew

of his grandfather.

Over the last 50 years,

Lord Simon Fraser of Lovat
had been alternately loyal

to both the exiled King James

and the monarchs sitting
on the British throne.

His personal life was equally infamous.

Aside from numerous
extramarital dalliances,

Lord Lovat had had three wives,

two of them acquired by nefarious means.

Lord Lovat will be with you shortly.

I do wish we'd had a chance

to freshen up a bit before
meeting your grandfather.

Dinna fash, Sassenach.

You look bonny,

though ye do have a few teasel heads

in your hair.

Leave 'em. They suit her.

Colum.

I arrived this morning, myself.

I saw ye enter the
courtyard from the window.

What are ye doing here?

Well, I'm here to discuss a response

to the rebellion with Lord Lovat,

as I assume you are.

War...

it makes for strange bedfellows.

I'm pleased to see that ye're well.

You'll have to excuse me if I
find that hard to believe.

The witch trial, Colum.

Ye seem to be implying that I, uh,

I had something to do with
your involvement in that.

It is my impression that ye were simply

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Yes, I was.

Thanks to a message from your
kitchen maid, Laoghaire,

who just happened to know the exact time

and place of the arrest.

A gross overstepping of her place,

for which I had her beaten.

I would've thrown her out of Leoch,

but her grandmother, Mrs. Fitz,

persuaded me she could
keep the girl in check.

Is Dougal with ye?

No.

It became clear

that it was best for the clan

that my brother remain
at his own estate.

Surely Dougal would be the
one leading clan MacKenzie

in fighting for King James?

I'd forgotten what a curious
mind you have, lass.

So the rumor is true.

The grandson of Lord
Simon Fraser of Lovat

has bound himself to a Sassenach.

But I suppose ye are yer
father's son, after all.

Who's to expect the boy

to have more sense choosing a wife

than did the bastard who made him?

At least I had no need to
take a wife by means of rape

or trickery.

No' as serious as yer father.

Good.

Enough breath wasted on a woman.

Leave us.

It's time to talk politics

with my grandson and my rival.

While Jamie's
meeting dragged on,

I took the opportunity to look

over the place Lord Lovat called home.

Mistress Fraser?

I've been looking for ye
since I heard you were here.

Laoghaire.

Did the laird not tell
ye I was with him?

- No.
- My grandmother sent me along

to wash his laundry and
help wherever I'm needed.

I wanted to find ye, though, because...

I need to tell you I am changed.

And I am sorry beyond measure
for the horrible wrong

I did to ye.

My grandmother has made me see
I canna be right with God

until I make amends

for the pain my evil
actions have caused.

I believe it is God
brought us together here

so I could do so.

God?

You speak of God?

How often have I thought
about what I would do

whenever I saw you again?

I have fantasized all
manner of violent acts

that I would subject you to.

To all of them...

ending with lighting the
pyre beneath your feet

and dancing on your ashes

as you promised to dance on mine.

I don't hate you, Laoghaire.

I pity you.

The dark places you must've inhabited

in the hopes of getting something

that you'll never have.

As for getting right with God,

you'll just have to find another way...

'cause I can't help you.

Maybe God did bring us together.

Ah, somehow, I... I feel lighter.

Ye're more forgiving
than I am, Sassenach.

I wouldna give that brazen
besom the time of day.

Perhaps.

So will I be allowed to
join you at dinner tonight?

Oh, aye.

Aye, my grandsire's no' opposed
to a bit of decoration

at the dinner table...

As long as that decoration doesna speak.

Aye.

Just like that.

Now, come along.

Every man here knows
that to most British,

all Highlanders, no
matter their allegiance,

we're all the same...

savage dogs better put
down than let live.

And after three uprisings,
the British Army

will be motivated to
put us down for good.

To save our clans, our country,

our very way of life,

we must band together under
the true king, King James.

Fight...

and we must win.

We're very fortunate to have among us

such a close confidant

of the prince.

Isn't that so, Lovat?

We're lucky to have somebody
to give us an inside view

of this holy rebellion.

Aye, but I dinna know how holy it is.

So can you tell us, then, nephew,

how much support have the
French agreed to give?

The French have already
supported us, Colum,

by engaging the British
Army in Flanders,

reducing the troops
remaining here at home.

The prince is certain

the French will want to
press the advantage,

send men and artillery to
support the Jacobites.

Oh, so... so the French

have not yet committed
to Prince Charles?

Always an unreliable ally, the French.

We will welcome the French support

when it comes, but we dinna need it.

The Jacobite army is already
1,000 men strong in Crieff...

MacDonalds, Camerons,

Stewarts, and Grants,

and more joining every day...

while the majority of the British Army

remains on the continent
licking their wounds.

I have heard the British
have offered 30,000 pounds

for the capture of Prince Charles.

Meaning what?

Meaning the British see Prince
Charles as a real threat.

Ye'll join us then, cousin?

Perhaps the British know,
as the rest of us do,

how many cullions there
are amongst the Campbells

and the Camerons...

men who would sell
their own grandmothers

for half that amount.

Aye.

- Well, I...
- For 30,000 pounds,

the British could end this rebellion

before it even starts...

a fair sight less

than it would cost them to wage a war.

I hadn't considered that.

Then sit down, ye
mealy-mouthed wee smout,

and dinna speak again
until ye have considered

what ye're about to say.

Bring us more wine...

my lovely,

and a glass of milk for my boy.

Enough war talk tonight.

You know, I got the impression
that Colum was trying to use you

to convince Lord Lovat not
to join the rebellion.

Aye.

The first Jacobite rebellions failed,

and Colum will never support another.

He wants Lovat's clan to stay
neutral with the MacKenzies,

knowing that the smaller
clans will follow,

and the rebellion will collapse
before it ever gets started.

Well, why doesn't Colum
just speak to him directly?

Because my grandsire
doesna trust my uncle.

Using me is a much more
effective strategy.

I need to speak to Lovat on my own,

without Colum leading me to
make his arguments for him.

It's a pity young Simon is
such a spineless creature.

I believe he could influence
his father's decision

if he took a strong stance for our side.

The man has nothing but
contempt for the poor boy.

Ah, he's just trying to toughen him up,

make him a viable successor
to lead Clan Fraser of Lovat.

My grandsire had the perfect opportunity

to say no to us tonight, but he didn't.

Perhaps Jenny was right.

He wants something in exchange.

Do ye think ye can toy with me?

Ye're keeping something
from me, ye old hag,

and I'm no' havin' it.

Are you all right?

Here, let me help you.

Oh, thank you, Mistress.

- I'm Claire.
- Maisri.

Lord Lovat's seer.

Wait.

I'll wager yer father
painted a black portrait

of my character.

He said very little about ye.

He chose that MacKenzie whore...

And I'll ask ye to keep a civil tongue

when you speak of my mother!

Over me, his father, twice.

First when I told him not to marry her...

And yer kidnapping attempt failed.

Second time, she was dead and buried.

I was willing to forgive
him, make him my successor,

despite the fact he was a bastard.

And he chose her memory

and that place...

- Lallybroch.
- Over me.

Is it true?

What?

That you've no' pledged yer
fealty to Colum MacKenzie?

That's what ye're after, is it?

My fealty to you

in exchange for sending
aid to Prince Charles?

To be honest, I'm more interested

in what goes with it.

What need have ye of Lallybroch?

The tenants' rents

would probably make no difference

to a place like this.

What I do with that damnable place

would be no concern of yers.

I'm yer grandsire

and head of your clan, after all.

I demand my due.

If I wouldna give my pledge to Colum,

who I know to be kin,
then what sort of fool

would I be to give it to an old twister

that may or may not share my blood?

You made free with yer housemaids.

Perhaps others did, too.

Oh, Christ, laddie.

Implying yer grandmother's a
whore to keep what you want?

Oh, ye're my kin, all right.

Would that my son had half yer mettle...

I'll give ye the same
pledge I gave Colum.

My help and goodwill,

my obedience to yer word,

so long as my feet rest on Lovat soil.

Did ye no' hear me?

It's yer father's precious
estate I'm after.

If ye'll no' give me Lallybroch

in exchange for men for Prince Charles,

how about this?

Lallybroch for yer wife's honor.

Go ahead.

Try to ravish my wife.

And after she's done with ye,

I'll send in the maid to
sweep up yer remains.

Not I, lad,

though I've taken my
pleasure with worse.

Your grandmother comes to mind.

But there are many men

in Beaufort Castle who'd be of a mind

to put your...

Sassenach wench

to the only use she's good for.

Ye canna guard her night and day.

No.

I needn't worry...

Grandsire.

My wife's a rare woman...

ye ken.

A wise woman.

La Dame Blanche...

the White Lady.

The Sassenach?

A witch?

Aye, it's true.

The man that takes her in unholy embrace

will have his privates blasted,

like a frostbitten apple.

And his soul...

Will...

burn...

forever in hell.

Like that.

My grandsire has a great
respect for the supernatural,

no' for anything else,

but ye should take care the
next few days if I'm no' here.

Well, he didn't seem that frightened

of that poor woman
when he tossed her out

into the corridor.

Ah, Maisri's but a seer.

She's not a white lady, like my wife.

But she did know something
she wasna telling him.

Your grandfather really
is a brute, isn't he?

Aye. A brute that may soon
own my ancestral home.

You can't be seriously thinking

about giving him what he wants?

Well, the prince will
hardly put much stock

in my abilities to lead men or wage war

if I'm not even able to
persuade my own grandsire

to support our cause.

Well, what about young Simon?

What if we persuade him to...
to stand up to his father,

declare his support for the rebellion?

Aye. Aye, then Lovat

may send his men if only
to protect his heir,

but after that scene last night...

it'll take more time than we have

to give the boy the confidence

he needs to truly defy his father.

Perhaps it depends

on what we use to boost his confidence.

♪

Is that Jamie's shirt?

I've done nothing to it.

Didn't mean to imply that you had.

I have changed, ye ken.

I have repented and asked
God's forgiveness,

and it was working.

I thought he brought you
both here to help me,

but it was to test me.

In the great hall, Jamie
didn't even see me.

'Twas like I didna exist.

If ye willna avenge yerself,
ye must leave me be.

Perhaps I could find
my way to forgive you.

- But Jamie...
- Hail Mary, full of grace.

Jamie will never love you, Laoghaire.

But there might be a way
to earn his forgiveness...

for him to think of you without rancor.

And why would you want him to do that?

Because we need Lord Lovat

to send his men and weapons
to fight for Prince Charles,

and we believe he might do this
if young Simon stood up to him

and took Jamie's side.

And what is that to do with me?

Young Simon is infatuated with you.

You could use that to help persuade him.

Oh, no.

I'll not sink further into
the pit of depravity.

I'll not give up my maidenhead for you!

No one is asking you
to give up anything.

Besides, it's not for me.

It's for Jamie.

A woman has more to offer
a man than her body.

When a man is in love,

he craves his beloved's approval.

He wishes to please her for...

and to look heroic in her eyes.

And if I do whatever
it is ye have in mind,

ye'll speak to Jamie on my behalf?

Yes.

I canna tell you how I know, but I do.

You must believe me.

The only way to survive...

is to fight and win.

And we need the weapons
and men to do so.

Remaining neutral will be seen

as treason by whatever side wins.

Ye know? Ye just know?

Ye sound like a madman!

History guides my course in this matter.

History!

Not wild beliefs and wishful thinking.

The other risings...

they failed because there
was no outside support,

and that support does not exist now.

If we do not send men to fight,

this rebellion will...
will melt away.

And when that happens,
we will be left alone...

as we were in the past.

Lord Lovat...

He would see that, too,

if only the vengeful prize of Lallybroch

was not dangling in front of his eyes.

And he would agree to neutrality.

Jamie, ye were always headstrong,

but ye were never reckless
with the lives of others.

For yer sake,

and for the sake of all you hold dear,

do not make this bargain with that man.

Do not trade your home
for a war ye canna win.

Will ye promise me that?

I promise you, Uncle.

I promise you...

I will do what I must
to save those things

you and I hold most dear.

♪

So nice of you to volunteer
to show me the chapel,

Master Lovat.

I believe it was yer idea.

It's so peaceful here.

Do you plan to do much
when you become laird?

I've no' given it much thought.

My father's still a vigorous man.

Hmm.

Some have speculated he's immortal.

And as ye may have noticed,

he doesn't have much respect for me.

My husband confided in me

that his father sometimes
exposed him to public scorn,

to make him a better leader of men.

Oh, Laoghaire.

I hope we're not disturbing you.

Oh, no, Milady.

Just collecting some
mushrooms for the cook.

I'd like a few private
moments in the chapel.

Do you mind waiting here for me?

Oh, well,

if Mistress Laoghaire wouldn't
prefer her solitude...

Oh, no, I'd welcome the company.

It's a dreich day.

Aye.

Do you like mushrooms?

Not much, no.

I like poetry.

So do I.

"Though hurricanes rise,
and rise every wind,

"they'll ne'er make a tempest
like that in my mind.

"Though loudest of thunder
on louder waves roar,

"that's naething like leaving
my love on the shore.

- To leave thee..."
- Perhaps you'd like to sit down

on the tree.

♪

Maisri.

It's Claire Fraser.

We met in the corridor.

Lord Lovat's tenants do
not like someone like me

in the house of God.

This is the only place
where my mind goes quiet.

I don't know why.

They say you are a White Lady.

Yes, they do say that.

What brings you into a church, then?

It was cold outside.

I'm glad to see that
you're doing all right.

Lord Lovat was so rough
with you the other day.

His Lordship is not an easy master.

He asks what I see

and beats me when I tell him
things that displease him.

Does it always come to pass...

the things that you see?

Mostly, aye,

although sometimes an
action can change things.

When I still lived in the village,

I saw Lachlan Gibbons'
daughter's man wrapped

in seaweed,

and the eels stirring beneath his shirt.

I told Lachlan what I'd seen,

and he went straight away

and stove a hole in the boy's boat.

Lord, there was a
stramash, a right to-do.

But when the great storm
came the next week,

three men were drowned,

and that boy was safe at home,

still mending his boat.

What did you see...

right before Lord Lovat threw you out?

I promise, I won't tell
him that you told me.

He was standing there before
the fire in his study,

but it was daylight.

A man stood behind him,

still as a tree,

his face covered in black.

And across His Lordship's face,

there fell the shadow of an ax.

But if you told him, he
could change his behavior,

perhaps change the outcome.

Aye.

Or he might just kill the messenger.

Mistress
Claire, where are ye?

Mistress Claire?

I'll be right there.

Oh.

Where is young Simon?

He ran off like a feart wee mouse.

- What did you do?
- Everything ye said.

I flattered him.

I told him how much I admired
a man who made decisions,

who thought for himself.

I gave him a keek down the
front of my dress, I...

I told you it wasn't about sex.

No wonder he ran off.

Well, other than reciting verse,

he wasna doing much to hold up
his end of the conversation.

I tried!

- Jamie?
- Aye.

Oh, I thought I'd find you in here.

More and more these days,

I think I'd prefer to be a beast.

No luck with Colum, then?

No.

- And you, with young Simon?
- No.

I did find out what Maisri

wouldn't tell Lord Lovat, though.

Aye?

She saw his death at the
hands of an executioner.

A traitor's death.

I dinna suppose she mentioned

if the executioner was in the employ

of King George or King James?

No, I'm afraid not.

I promised Colum

I'd do what I had to to
save the Highlanders.

So I must.

Jamie, it's too much.

Let's just go to Prince Charles
with the men from Lallybroch.

I canna go to the prince a failure.

It seems I canna get the men from Lovat

without giving him my land.

So, unless yer planning
on declaring yerself

a visitor from the future

and describing what will happen
if we dinna fight and win,

then I dinna see I have much choice.

I have had my secretary
prepare a neutrality pact

between the Frasers of Lovat

and the MacKenzies of Leoch.

I have also had him
prepare a deed of sasine

for Lallybroch estate...

assigning the property to me.

Sign it,

and ye'll have yer men for King James.

Don't sign it,

and I'll agree to neutrality
with MacKenzie here.

Which will it be?

Ye'll let this boy decide
the fate of Clan Lovat?

He's not even yer recognized heir.

I have made this decision.

The boy is but an obstacle in my way.

What will it be, obstacle?

Dinna be a fool, Jamie.

I do this

to ensure the future of
my family and people.

- What are ye staring at?
- Claire?

No!

It's another vision.

- Claire.
- Leave her be.

Do no' give me orders about my own wife!

Claire! Claire, Claire.

- What did she see?
- Jamie!

What did ye see, witch?

- Stay back!
- Oh, Lovat.

Can you not see this for
the pretense that it is?

Pretense?

You know that she was tried as a witch

by those that dinna
understand the difference

between black magic

and the power of the old ones.

What did she see?

You don't need to answer him, Claire.

She will if she wants to
walk out of this room.

No, it's all right, Jamie.

I saw you...

Standing in bright sunlight.

There was a man behind you.

He was wearing a black hood,

shadow of an ax across your face!

Whose man?

Whose executioner?

King James or King George?

I-I don't remember.

The ground...

was covered in white roses.

The symbol of the Jacobites!

No, no.

Witch! I'll cut out yer tongue!

Stop!

How dare you thwart me, boy.

You and MacKenzie are fearful old men.

And you're wrong.

My cousin is right.

It's our duty to stand
up for our country

and our kinsmen.

I will fight for King James.

I will fight to change the
White Lady's vision...

Even if ye will not.

The Frasers of Lovat...

will stand with the MacKenzies of Leoch.

We will remain neutral in the war.

I wish ye luck, my boy.

Come, MacKenzie, let's drink
to our newly formed alliance.

I'm ready.

Ye did well, young Simon.

I'm proud to be yer kinsman.

And I'll be proud to fight by yer side.

I'll wait for ye outside the gate.

Aye.

So we go to the prince empty-handed.

But at least we were
able to save Lallybroch.

Aye.

Go back to yer home and yer family.

I told you, Uncle...
I canna do that.

Can you not convince him to
listen to reason and go home?

You've known him longer than I have.

What do you think?

I think it's a blessing

that his mother didn't live to see

what a reckless fool she spawned.

Give me your hand.

We must away as well, Claire.

I need to be in Kingussie
by the end of the week.

Wait.

Before we go, there's something
that I need you to do for me.

Aye.

Say thank you to Laoghaire.

Thank you?

For what?

Not trying to have you
arrested in the last few days?

Please. Do it for me.

I'll explain it all later.

Aye.

I, uh...

I'm told to thank ye.

For what, I dinna ken, but...

thank you, Laoghaire.

I hope one day I can also
earn yer forgiveness, Jamie.

And yer love.

Let's go.

♪

Who are they?

My father's men.

Hup, come on.

Go. Go on. Come.

Don't sit there gaping
at me, ye glaiket sumph!

Go see to yer men!

Turning that one into a soldier

will be a greater feat
than beating the British.

What vision do ye have
for me now, White Lady?

I don't understand.

Now it will seem my grandsire

has sent his heir to fight.

The Stuarts will credit Lovat

with supporting King
James, should they win.

They canna execute me for treason.

But what about the neutrality agreement?

I trust old Colum MacKenzie is right.

And that will protect me
if the British should win.

What will you say about your son

fighting for the Jacobites?

He's his own man, that one.

Ye saw it yourself last night.

Persuaded others to follow.

I thank ye, White Lady.

I couldna have got it all without ye.

Ye didna get Lallybroch.

Not yet. Aye. Come on.

Please...

tell me I'm nothing like him, Sassenach.

I'm afraid I have seen

a similarly devious turn of mind.

I might have to rethink our agreement

not to lie to one another.

As we put distance
between ourselves

and Jamie's loathsome grandfather,

my heart lightened.

We had Lovat's men now.

Jamie would have the prince's favor

and at least the opportunity...

These are my men, my clan.

I ken what these men will face.

And I know how to prepare them for it.

Takes more than courage to lead an army.

It takes a well-trained soldier.

- If they have the discipline...
- Fire!

Fight together then by God we will win.

"Je suis prest."