Outlander (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Of Lost Things - full transcript

While serving as groomsman at the aristocratic estate of Helwater, Jamie is reluctantly pulled into the intrigue of a noble British family. In 1968 Scotland, Claire, Brianna and Roger ...

CLAIRE: Previously...

Roger, I'm Claire Randall.

I was an old friend
of your father's.

- Brianna.
- A pleasure, Ms. Randall.

And I need to tell you
about your real father,

Jamie Fraser.

This Jacobite scum is "Red Jamie."

Can't even shoot the bastard,

not without discrediting
my brother's sworn word.

I lost a particular
friend at Culloden.

He inspired me.

My wife, her name was Claire.

I am sorry for your loss.


It belonged to my mother.
Very precious to me.

As are you, Claire.

I don't understand it,

but I believe you.

I shall visit you
once each quarter.

GREY: It's called Helwater.
You'll serve Lord Dunsany.

Why? I didna let ye have yer way.

You gave me my life
all those years ago.

Now I give you yours.

WOMAN: ♪ 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 ♪




So if our theory is correct,

that Claire spent three
years in the past

and when she returned, three
years had gone by here,

it follows that time
passes at the same rate

in both centuries.

Since you've been home for 20 years,

we have to establish that Jamie's alive

20 years after Culloden.

So 1766.

BRIANNA: There's no record
of him at the Tolbooth.

Nothing in Stirling either.

Or Arbroath or Blackness.

You're sure they recorded the names

of every single prisoner?

If Red Jamie was also the Dunbonnet

from Grannie's tales,

he'd have been a very well-known outlaw.

I always loved your
grandmother's stories.

She was a very special friend to me.

Will you have some cream
on your scone, Roger?

FIONA: You're much too thin.

BRIANNA: The Dunbonnet is only a legend.

Even if such a person existed,

he was an outlaw.

What's to say that Jamie was...

I found him.



Ardsmuir Prison.

BRIANNA: There he is, James Fraser.




His name appears on each
of these annual rolls.

But the prison closed in 1756.

What happened to the prisoners?

I don't know, but this is
cause for celebration, no?

And it's never too early for a whisky.






Welcome home, My Lord. Lady Dunsany.

Uh, we pray that you're
all in good health.

Uh, Lady Geneva, Lady Isobel,

so good to see you home again.

Good to be home, Mr. Evans.

Italy was far too warm for my taste.

I dare say, My Lady.

I trust that all's been well

whilst we've been abroad, Mr. Evans?

Indeed, My Lord.

I see that the new
groomsman is amongst us.

Yes, My Lord.

I must have a word with him.

Send him to the house, will you?

Tell MacKenzie His Lordship
would like a word with him.



Mr. Evans says the Master
wishes to speak with you.

DUNSANY: So you're the
Scottish prisoner?

Alexander MacKenzie.

Your servant, My Lord.

Major Grey disclosed to me
that you were a soldier

and fought in the Rising of '45.

I did, My Lord.

But he also told me that
you were an honorable man

who spared his life
before Prestonpans.

I lost my only son there.

Gordon was a young captain
in Bolton's regiment.

Many good men were
lost to their families

in the rebellion.

On both sides.

I respect a man who
fights for his cause.

Gordon gave his life for
what he believed...

I take heart from this.

You were defeated.

Our quarrels are bygone.

I cannot say that Lady
Dunsany feels the same.

She carries a great hatred

for any Jacobite.

She's never overcome
Gordon's passing.

Pain of losing a child
never leaves you.

I've lost... two children
myself, My Lord.


Well then.


I'll simply tell Lady
Dunsany that you're a groom

heartily recommended by Major Grey,

not a prisoner.

You'll receive a small
stipend for your services.

But you are a prisoner, MacKenzie.

Mind you don't forget it.

BRIANNA: "Will you have some
cream on your scone, Roger?"

You know she has a crush on you.


Och, no. She just likes being helpful.

You know, at first I thought

maybe Fiona was your girlfriend.

Girlfri... (THUDS)




I mean, I have girls who are friends,

but not one I'd call a...

and I don't... there's no...
I don't have a girlfriend.

Move aside.


All right. Try it now.



What did you do?

Distributor cap was loose.

What do I owe you?

I'll think of somethin'.


Time to draw straws.



(CHUCKLES) You'll see.



- Thanks, lads.

I'm ready for my ride.

I shall accompany you, My Lady.

Fetch my palfrey.

At once.

Right away, My Lady.


Hurry up, you useless Scotchman.



A boot on the hindquarters
is what that one needs.


The horse? Or my sister?

Pardon, My Lady.
I... I meant...

I know exactly what you meant.

But I doubt it would do her any good.

May I saddle yer horse, My Lady?

I only come down to
look at the horses,

admire their beauty.


They are magnificent.

It pains me that my father confines

such splendid creatures.

I've seen a great many stables.

But Helwater's are by far the finest.

A cage is still a cage.

How long were you in the
employ of Lord John?

I was under his... charge

a wee bit over a year.

I've known the Major since
we were youngsters.

I find him to be

a rare and... interesting person.

I imagine he'll make
someone a good husband.

Uh, forgive me, My Lady, but...

military and marriage
are no easy bedfellows.


The Major's passion

lies in soldiering.

His dedication to king and country

is one of the things
I admire most about him.



Wakefield Residence.

ROGER: One moment please.

It's the hospital in Boston.

Hello. This is Dr. Randall.

JOE: Lady Jane.


Well, it is lovely to hear your voice.

Guess what I'm eating.

Well, let's see, it's Tuesday,

so it could only be
chicken cacciatore.

(CHUCKLES) You may not miss me,

but I know you miss Jeveli's.

I miss both.

So I'll make a reservation for two.

When should I say?

Oh, soon.

What month is soon in?

I can't say yet.

Italian food aside,

the reason I called,

I saw Harry Greenbaum
today for abdominal pain.


What did you find?

Positive Murphy's sign and
calcifications on the X-ray.

I scheduled the surgery for next week.


You can handle it, Joe.

Of course I can.

But I'm just surprised
you aren't insisting

on doing it yourself.

Let me know how it goes.

Good-bye, Joe.


I can't tell you how pleased
I am with this arrangement.

Geneva will be a fitting
bride, Your Lordship.

We're certain this match

will bring good fortune
to both our families.

My sister advised me
to seek in marriage

a lady less... pettish.

However, I find Geneva's
disposition appealing.

LORD DUNSANY: My daughter
will not disappoint you, sir.

Am I to wait all day?

Almost finished, My Lord.

My God, if a child of
mine had hair that color,

I'd drown him before he
drew his second breath.

Farewell, my dearest.

A mere fortnight until you're mine.







I'm ready for my ride.


MacKenzie, fetch my palfrey.

You will accompany me today.



What do you think of my betrothed?

The Earl of Ellesmere?

It's not my place to give
an opinion, My Lady.

I demand your opinion, MacKenzie.

He appears fond of you.

His most attractive
quality is his wealth.

What do you find attractive?

I don't think of such things, My Lady.


Aren't you coming?

We should turn back.

'Fore it gets dark.

We have time.


you have to do my bidding.







My Lady.



I knew you'd do as I told you.



I look forward to our next ride!


GREY: King's pawn to king four.

Queen's knight to bishop three.

The Dunsanys are pleased with your work.

So even after all these months,

ye've come all this way to Helwater

for the sake of my welfare?

Or is it because ye
canna find anyone else

to play chess with?

No one suitable.


HAL: Yes.



It appears my next move
will have to wait.


Colonel Melton, you must
remember MacKenzie?




Although it's been some time now.


We are acquainted, My Lady.

Major Grey was good enough to
recommend Mr. MacKenzie to us.

He's a master of the horses.

If only he were
as good with people

as he is with horses.

How has your family
managed without him?


If it were up to me,

I would never have
let such a man go.


But then, I'm not my brother.


Come, Lord Melton.

We have much to catch up on.

Why don't we do it over
a game of cribbage?

It would be my pleasure.


Do it.

Down. (GRUNTS)

You needn't stand on ceremony
for my sake, MacKenzie.

What are you doing?

Shoveling shit, My Lady.


You understand I could
have told my father

you dropped me in the mud.

You're very fortunate I
have a merciful heart.


very fortunate, My Lady.

As you know, my wedding
is in three days.

I wish ye every happiness.

Married to a man old
enough to be my grandsire?

It's a vile agreement.

Have you ever been married, MacKenzie?


Then you'll know what to do.

When you come to my bed.

You've lost your mind.

If ye had one to lose.

How dare you speak that way to me.

How dare you speak that way to me.

A lassie of breeding,

making indecent proposals to a groom?

I am damned if my maidenhead

will be given to a depraved old goat

like Ellesmere.

Good day to you, My Lady.

I couldn't fathom why someone

of Major Grey's standing
would spend so much time

with a common groom.

Colonel Melton was
tight-lipped at first,

but after a few...

well, quite a few glasses of port,

I was able to coax

a very interesting tale from him.

Ye shouldna done that.

Mama would not be at all pleased

to know her groomsman is, in truth,

a notorious Jacobite soldier

who fought in the army responsible

for my brother's death.

I'm very sure she'd have
your parole revoked,

incarcerating you once again.

Ye filthy wee bitch.

That language suits you,

Red Jamie.



I'm sorry yer brother died.


But I'll not return to prison.

You'd run back to Lallybroch?

What a quaint little name.

I suppose they would post soldiers.

Come to my room.





I'm glad you came... Jamie.

Having brought me to yer bed

by means of threats
against my family,

I'll not have ye call me
by the name they gave me.

What must I call you then?


'Tis my own name as well.

You may disrobe.


You can watch me if you'd like.


It's all right.

Doesna hurt.

Should get on with this then.

May I touch ye... My Lady?


I don't know what to do.

We don't have to do this.

Change yer mind if ye want.


I'm doing this for myself.

I want my first time to
be with someone like you.


The first time can often be...


Will you show me how it's done?







Will it hurt much?

I think not.

If I take my time.



May I touch you...




Now move with me.





Did I hurt you?

It was painful at first.

But then I liked it.

I love you, Alex.

It's not love, My Lady.

It's just the feelings
I've roused in yer body.

It's strong.

But it's not the same thing as love.

What is the difference between them?


What ye feel for me now,

ye could have with any other man.

It's not particular.

Well, love is...

when you give yer heart
and soul to another.


And they give theirs in return.




FIONA: Pardon, Dr. Randall,

I believe these belong to you.

I gave these to Mrs. Graham...
years ago.

I never thought I would see these again.

My grandmother told me of your
special friendship as well.

She left the pearls to me, but...

I know she'd want you to have them back.


Thank you, Fiona.



Hey! Good news.

We just found out the
National Archives has

the most extensive
collection of ship manifests

in the country.

We can take the train
to Edinburgh tomorrow.

That's wonderful, darling.

Mama, are you all right?

You haven't called me that in...
a very long time.



BRIANNA: I'm a terrible person.


Finally, something we agree on.


Ever since my mother
told me about Jamie,

it's like this wall between
us has started to come down.

And now the closer we
get to finding him...

I'm afraid of losing her.

I think that just makes you

a daughter who cares about her mother.

What if something happens to her there?

What if she can't come back?

Or... what if she doesn't want to?

Well, if that makes you
a terrible person,

then so am I.

Part of me doesn't want to
find him either because...

Well, once we do, you'll
go back to Boston.



That was...



Unexpected, yes.



- ISOBEL: Mr. MacKenzie!

- ISOBEL: Mr. MacKenzie!

Get the horses and
prepare the carriage.

You must accompany
us to Ellesmere.

My sister, she's in distress.

We've heard word she's
about to give birth.

All is not well with her.
We must make haste.





How is Lady Geneva?

She's still got the
bleeding, God bless her.

And the child?

Oh, he's a fine healthy boy.




Are ye all right, My Lady?

My sister's dead.

We thought she'd be all right.

She was sitting up,

holding the baby, laughing.


But then she started to bleed again.

Physician did everything he could.


Ellesmere knew the child wasn't his.

I knew it too.

Geneva told me they had
never shared a bed.

Do not feign ignorance.

She was in love with you.

She said that
you lay with her.

She made me swear
not to tell anyone.

Yer master is askin' for ye!

Come quickly!

There's trouble!


ELLESMERE: You promised me a virgin!

What I got was a whore!

LADY DUNSANY: How dare you?

bastard she's given me!

And I'll not grieve for a woman

soiled by the cock of another man!

That you can have the sheer
heartless effrontery

to make such accusations!

DUNSANY: And my poor lamb
not yet cold in her bed!

You blaggard!
You poltroon!

You seem damn sure of
your daughter's purity!

Are you certain
the brat isn't yours?


My Lord!


Hand me the pistol.

We shall put our weapon down,

but we need you to do the same, sir.



For the baby.


Your Lordship, let us take the child

so that you may mourn in peace.

You will go.

DUNSANY: We're not leaving
here without the baby!

Go to Hell!

I'll kill the bastard
before I let you have him!







Lady Isobel.

How is the wee one?

We named him William.

After my father.

I call him Willie.

'Tis a fine name.


I must apologize.

I was...

very angry that morning,

mad with grief.

I needed someone to blame,

but it wasn't your fault.

My sister was a difficult woman

and you were kind to her.




You're a braw laddie...


You're so wee.

Di... dinna fash yerself.

I am here.



I asked Isobel to allow us a moment.

The coroner's court has met.

The verdict is that
the Earl of Ellesmere

met his death...

by misadventure.

The coroner's theory was that he was...


over his wife's sudden death

and therefore met his own end.

We're very grateful to you, Mr.

Thank you, Your Ladyship.

I know who you are.

Not your name, but that you were one

of Major Grey's Jacobite prisoners.

Hope you forgive the deception,

Your Ladyship.

My husband has

considerable influence in London.

I'm sure he would speak on your behalf

to have you released from the
conditions of your parole.


I've come to ask you...

would you like to go home, to Scotland?


Thank you,

Your Ladyship.


But I will not go...

just yet.

Why not?


Times are hard there.

And I've been able to
send some money back

for my family.

I would like to continue
in your service,

if you have no objection.

As you wish, Mr. MacKenzie.

But when you are ready to leave,

you have only to ask.




JAMIE: That's it, Willie.

Keep yer back straight.

That's it.


JAMIE: Shorten yer reins a bit.

The young Earl of Ellesmere

is a handsome little boy
and such a lovely rider.

Oh, yes, Willie loves his pony.

JAMIE: That's it, heels down.

Aye, ye're a natural.


We joke sometimes

that he spends so much
time with MacKenzie

he's starting to look like him.

Why, you're right. How funny.





All right, help me wipe it down.

Here's the last of them.

Roger, what are these?

Ship manifests, but...

But the dates, they're all wrong.

ROGER: 1635.


Wait, all of them?

It's off by over a hundred years.

There must be a mistake.

Let me check.



ROGER: Excuse me, I was
looking for ship manifests

from the period of 1756.

Sorry, we've given you
everything we have.


She said those were the
only manifests they have.


"But bring a Scotchman frae his hill,

Clap in his cheek a Highland gill,

Say, such is royal George's will..."

Robbie Burns.

The old bard knew how to turn a phrase.

BRIANNA: Why are people staring at us?

'Cause we are not supposed
to be sitting at the bar,

you and I.

What are you talking about?

There's a woman right there.

ROGER: Oh, no, that's the entertainment.

Maybe we could move
to the other lounge

where women are more... accepted.

This is 1968.

And we have as much right
to sit here as any man.

WOMAN: "But tell me
whisky's name in Greek,

I'll tell the reason."


WOMAN: "Scotland..."

It was just a little setback.

We can always go to
every port of call

on the western coast.

There must be records.

We will find him.

WOMAN: "Freedom an'
whisky gang thegither!

Take aff your dram!"



"Freedom and whisky."

I used to quote that to Jamie.

And you will again, Mama.

Look. We are not giving up.

But this is what Mrs.
Graham warned me about.


Spending my life chasing a ghost.


To all of those...

we have lost.

It's time to go home.



It's time for me to go home.

What do you mean, Mac?

This is your home.

This is your home.

Where are you going?

For how long?

Back to Scotland.

I want to come with you.

I could ride Rosie.


And I've told ye a thousand times,

she's too big for ye just yet.

You have to do what I tell you.

I'm your master.

I suspect "no's" a word
ye've not heard much of,

but you'll hear it in the world
and you best get used to it.



I told you, no.

I hate you!

And I'm not very fond of you either

just now, ye wee bastard.

I'm not a bastard! Take it back!


I take it back.


I should never have used the word.

I'm sorry... My Lord.

Must you truly go, Mac?




Tea will be served shortly.

Shall we go to the house?

I shall follow directly.

I'd like a moment with MacKenzie.

I hear Willie is most
displeased with you.

You told him you were leaving?


Be sorry to lose my chess partner.

But you are right to go.

We all have our secrets.

Yours is walking around.

Anyone with half an eye can see it.


Some sires stamp their get.

The boy has the same cock to his head,

same set to his shoulders,

and he has your eyes.

It won't be long before young
Willie sees it himself.


Will you walk with me?

I wish to...

ask a favor of ye.

If you think I'll tell anyone, I won't.

No, no, I dinna think ye would.

But I would ask...

would ye look out for Willie?

It would mean a great deal to me if

you would spend time with him,

serve... as his father.

In return, if ye want...

I would be willing to...

If you want.


Are you actually offering
your body to me in payment

if I promise to look after Willie?


Dear God.


That I should live to
hear such an offer!

Ye dinna want me then?

Well, I shall probably want you
till the day I die, but...

tempted as I am, do you
really think I would accept?

Well, I should feel my
honor most insulted

save that I know the depth
of feeling that prompted it.

I came to tell you
some news of my own.

I am to be married.


To a woman?

I think there are
not many alternatives.

But yes, since you ask,

to Lady Isobel.

Wha... Christ, man, ye canna do that.

I can.

I made trial of my capacity in London.

Be assured I shall make
her an adequate husband.

Besides, there is more to a
marriage than carnal love.

I'm also truly fond of Isobel.

Well, then, I have no right
to think ill of you,

if you mean no dishonor to the lady.

Certainly not.


it means I will be able
to care for Willie.



I'm grateful to ye.

And you shall always...

have my friendship.

If that has any value to ye.

A very great value indeed.



What are ye doing?

Does yer governess
know ye're here?

I wanted to see you.

Can't I stay for a bit?

For a bit.

Grandmama says only stinkin' Papists

burn candles in front of heathen images.


I am a stinking Papist.

But that's no heathen image.

That's St. Anthony, the
patron saint of lost things.


light a candle,

pray for the ones I've lost.

Who do you pray for?


My brother.

He's called Willie...

like you.

And my sister,

my Godfather...

my wife.

You haven't a wife.

Not anymore.

But I remember her.



One day, you...

will have a wife of yer own.

I don't want a wife.

Ah, trust me, lad.

There's a woman out there for ye.

Ye'll find her one day.



she will find you.

I want to be a stinkin' Papist too.


No, yer grannie would go mad.

I won't tell her. Please, Mac.

I want to be like you.

I baptize thee William James...

in the name of our Father

and of the Son

and the Holy Ghost.

Why did you call me William James?

My name is William Clarence
Henry George Ransom.

Oh, when ye're christened,
ye get a new name.

James is your...

special Papist name.

It's mine too.

I'm a stinking Papist now.


Oh. And I carved this...

for ye.

My brother Willie gave
me one just like it.

I etched your name on the bottom, see.

Keep it to remember me by.

And for God's sake, don't
tell anyone ye're a Papist.

I won't.

But I haven't got anything

for you to remember me.


Oh, dinna fash, lad.

I'll remember you.

♪ Oh where have you
been my blue-eyed son ♪


♪ Oh where have you been
my darling young one ♪


♪ I stumbled on the side
of 12 misty mountains ♪


♪ I walked and I crawled
on six crooked highways ♪


♪ I stepped in the middle
of seven sad forests ♪

We'll take good care of your son.

♪ I've been out in front
of a dozen dead oceans ♪


♪ Been 10,000 miles in the
mouth of a graveyard ♪


♪ And it's a hard ♪

♪ It's hard ♪

♪ It's hard it's hard ♪

♪ It's a hard rain's ♪

♪ A-gonna fall ♪


♪ It's a hard rain's ♪


♪ A-gonna fall ♪


♪ Oh what did you see my blue-eyed son ♪

Mac! Please, don't go!

ISOBEL: Willie!
WILLIE: Come back!


♪ Oh what did you see
my darling young one ♪


♪ Saw a newborn baby with
wild wolves around it ♪


♪ Saw a highway of diamonds
with nobody on it ♪


♪ I saw a black branch with
blood that kept dripping ♪


♪ Saw a roomful of men with
their hammers a-bleeding ♪


♪ I saw a white ladder
all covered with water ♪


♪ Saw 10,000 takers whose
tongues were all broken ♪


♪ Saw guns and sharp swords in
the hands of young children ♪


♪ And it's hard it's hard ♪

♪ It's hard it's hard ♪

♪ Said a hard rain's a-gonna fall ♪


♪ Said a hard rain's ♪


♪ A-gonna fall ♪


♪ Now what did you hear
my blue-eyed son ♪


♪ And what did you hear
my darling young one ♪


♪ It's hard
Said it's hard ♪

♪ It's hard ♪

♪ It's hard ♪

♪ Said a hard rain's ♪

♪ A-gonna fall ♪


♪ Said a hard rain's ♪

♪ Oh what did you see my blue-eyed son ♪