Outlander (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - A. Malcolm - full transcript

Previously...

Come with me
through the stones.

No, I can't. My destiny lies
on Culloden moor.

So if our first theory
is correct,

Jamie's alive 20 years
after Culloden,

so 1766.

I found him.

"Freedom and whisky
gang thegither."

Only someone
with knowledge of the future

could have quoted lines
that hadn't been written yet.

Have a look
at the printer's name...



Alexander Malcolm.

Alexander Malcolm?

This is Jamie.

You can go back.

We all have our secrets.

Anyone with half an eye
can see it.

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

If I go, we may never
see each other again.

Can you live with that?

'Cause I don't know
if I can.

You gave Jamie up for me.

Now I have to give him
back to you.

There.

Cannot have you strolling
along High Street



with your stock half done.

Well...

ye have the advantage
of peering directly at it.

Or perhaps it takes
a woman's touch

to do things properly.

I'll no argue that matter.

A wise man.

Morning.

He's coming.

Ye can come out.

The stench of seaweed
and whisky betrayed ye.

Not to worry, Mac Dubh.

It's just us.

Young Ian said we could
sleep here last night.

We lost our beds
at the boarding house.

Been sleeping in a cosh
down near the docks.

Ye didn't come in
the front door, did ye?

I told ye
he'd be upset wi' us.

I told ye not to be
seen here in daylight.

This business can't afford
to be associated

with the likes of you.

Dinna fash, Mac Dubh.

We come when it was
pitch black ootside.

None save an owl
coulda recognized us.

Well, since ye're here,

ye can make yerselves useful.

These...

are to go to Arbroath.

The owner of The Three Thistles
is a papist.

Deliver these to him.

Once you've handed them over,

dinna linger about to judge

the quality
of the local women or drink.

- Eh, we didna plan to.
- Ye did plan to.

That's why I told ye
not to do it.

- Ye dinna trust us, Mac Dubh?
- Ah.

I trust ye wi' my life.

Trouble is,
I dinna trust you wi' yer own.

Be mindful.

These are naught but treason.

Caught,
and your necks are in ropes.

I see the riffraff's here...

again.

A pleasant morning
to ye, Geordie.

That boil on your neck's
getting larger.

Ye might want
to have that lanced

before ye ignite
the next plague.

It's a goiter,

and it's not infectious.

Ooh! Appears you have
a small child hanging

on yer evvera word.

Since I am in yer service,
I must come here,

but must I also be subjected
to yer cohorts' ridicule?

No.

No, yer right.

We mean ne harm by it.

Aye.

Just means
we're fond of ye, is all.

Oh, well, pardon me

if I don't welcome
that sort of amity.

Out the back.

Be quick about it.

Before any customers arrive.

Aye, Mac Dubh.

Before ye start
yer day, Geordie,

need more soda ash
for the presses.

Of course.

Perhaps this evening,
before I leave for the day,

you might share
any chores or errands

ye care to have done

so I can carry them out
on my way into the shop.

So I'm no retraveling my steps.

That you, Geordie?

Took ye long enough.

Where'd you go to get the ash?
All the way to Glasgow?

It isn't Geordie.

It's me...

Claire.

You're real.

So are you.

I thought you were dead.

Claire...

Oh.

Uh, what is it?

I thought I'd lost hold
altogether and pissed myself,

but it's all right.

Just spilled the alepot again.

Do you mind?

Uh...

It's all right.

We are married.

At least, I-I suppose we are.

Aye.

We are.

I never took it off.

I want...

I would very much like
to kiss you.

May I?

Yes.

I havena done this
in a very long time.

I saw you so many times.

Ye came to me so often...

When I dream sometimes...

When I was in a fever.

I was so afraid and so lonely,
I knew I must die.

Whenever I needed you,
I would see you...

smiling...

your hair curled
around your face.

You never touched...

I can touch you now.

Do not be afraid.

There's the two of us now.

I quit!

I'm Free Church.

Working for a papist
is one thing,

but working for
an immoral papist is another.

Geordie...

Do as you like
wi' yer own soul, man,

but if it's come
to orgies in the shop,

it's come too far.

Oh, God's tooth.

It's not even noon.

I hope I haven't
caused you trouble.

Oh, he'll come back.

He lives across the way.
I'll explain it to him.

God knows how.

Do you have another
pair of trousers?

Oh.

Aye.

In the back.

Come wi' me?

If ye dinna think it immoral.

It's, uh...

It's very fine
to see you again, Claire.

I never thought that...

Our child.

Here...

I thought you'd like...

to see our daughter.

"Daughter"?

Our daughter?

She...

She... she knows?

She does.

What the devil?

They're photographs.

They're made
with something called a camera.

It captures
a person's likeness,

like painting...

but with light.

I'm afraid if I'm to see,

I'll need these.

Hmm.

Only for reading and such.

For years,
I had the eyes of a hawk,

but my sight is no
what it once was.

Hmm.

You look as dashing as ever.

I don't look like an old man?

Of course not.

I know we've both...

seen a few years

and all that goes with it.

My hair has some gray.

I dyed it.

I wanted to look...

well, the same
as when you last saw me.

Time doesna matter, Sassenach.

Ye will always
be beautiful to me.

Now...

show me my daughter.

Her name.

What did you name her?

Brianna.

Brianna.

What an awful name
for a wee lass.

It's not an awful name.

- It's beautiful.
- Hmm.

I promised you
I would name our child

after your father, Brian.

Brianna.

Beautiful.

Tell me about her.

What was she like
as a wee lass?

What did she first say
when she learned to speak?

"Dog."

That was her first word.

And "no" was her second one.

Aye. They learn that one fast.

She was such a tiny thing.

She was such a good sleeper.

She used to smile
in her sleep...

just like you.

She has your red hair.

Like her sister...

Faith.

Yes.

Oh.

She was seven there.

It was at the graduation...

my graduation
from medical school.

Oh, you're a doctor now?

Surgeon.

Oh, you always were one.

Now you have the title
to go wi' it.

This is her at home.

And...

That's her with Smoky,
our dog.

- Dog?
- Hmm.

What sort of dog is that?

- Newfoundland.
- Ah.

Ah.

Splits wood, does she?

Well, winters in Boston

can be as cold as Scotland,

but when it's warm,
she likes to swim.

This is one from when
we were at the coast

during the summer
with her friends.

Christ.

Don't tell me
she goes swimming in that...

that rigging and wi...

wi' a lad?

It's a bikini.

All the girls wear them
in 1968.

If it's the bikini,
I can assure you...

It's actually quite modest
for the time.

There's something
I need to tell you, Claire.

I have a son...

Willie.

I havena told anyone
about him, not even Jenny.

It's...

it's when...

I was in England

in the service
of the Dunsany family.

He...

I couldna say he was mine.

He's a bastard.

Havena seen him
since he was a wee lad.

I never will
see him again except...

perhaps in a...

portrait like this.

Did you love his mother?

No.

She died...

in childbirth.

I am guilty of her death...

Before God.

Perhaps more than that

because I did not love her.

What's he like?

Your son?

Spoiled...

Stubborn...

Ill-mannered...

loud, wi' a wicked temper.

And braw...

bonny...

canty and strong.

And yours.

Mine.

I knew...

when I decided to come back...

you would have had a life.

Claire...

did you leave Frank
to come here?

No.

He died a few years ago.

But when you returned,
he took you back?

He still loved you?

Yes.

What did you tell him about me?

Everything.

Then we never spoke
about it again.

It was hard for him.

But he loved Brianna,
so we made it work.

So...

you were happy wi' him?

I was happy
raising Brianna with him.

He was a very good
father to her.

Christ.

The tavern...
I forgot.

Forgot what?

I meant to be there at 1:00.

Clean went out o' my head.

You'll...
you'll come wi' me?

Wild horses
couldn't keep me away.

So after Culloden,

Prince Charles spent
many years a hunted man.

He actually disguised
himself as a woman

and escaped
to the Isle of Skye

until his brother came
and rescued him.

So he's all right, then?

For present day, yes.

He's alive.

But he won't live
a very happy life.

Claire.

Milady?

- Fergus?
- You've returned?

Fergus.

It's a miracle.

God has restored you.

Oh, let me look at you.

Oh!

Oh, you've grown into
such a handsome young man.

Aye.

I have.

I thought
I was seeing a ghost.

It is really you, then?

'Tis.

What happened?

Lost it fighting
the redcoats, milady.

Aye, bravely.

Where have you been
all these years?

We thought you dead.

After Culloden, I, um,

Well, I thought
you were all dead.

And I-I didn't want
to bring harm to Lallybroch,

being the wife of a traitor,

so I left...

for America.

I need to speak with you about
our friend, Mr. Willoughby.

Pardon us, milady.

Is milady staying?

- With you?
- Oh, I dinna ken yet.

Hope so.

What about...?

Aye.

Aye, I havena had time
to think it through.

With Claire back, I'm...

I'm not sure
it's even a concern.

I need to consult Ned Gowan,

have him advise me
on the law.

Aye.

Now, what's to do
with Willoughby?

I'm afraid
he's been drinking again.

Can I interest you
in a pie?

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Aye.

It's fine.

An associate of ours has got
himself into some trouble.

I'm late to meet someone.

Ah, because of me?

No.

Because of me.

I hope Fergus wasn't too shocked
by my reappearance.

I didn't know what to say.

Well, you, uh,
told the truth of it.

You did go to America.

I thought
it might be wise to leave out

the whole "200 years
in the future" part.

Wee transgression.

Where are we going now?

The World's End.

Give it to me!

Give it...

Please tell me
that is not Mr. Willoughby?

I would, Sassenach,

but I would have to lie to ye.

Willoughby?

What have you got yourself into?

He licked my elbow!

He said
he just wanted to rub it.

I told him it'd cost
a penny a minute.

Then he just
up an' licked it!

An' without paying
additionally.

Your payment...

In full.

- Hello, I'm Claire Ran...
- Malcolm.

My wife.

Wife?

This is Mr. Willoughby,

my, uh...

associate.

A pleasure,

Madame Malcolm.

Would ye mind waiting here?

Must attend
to that business I spoke of.

I'll be in the back just there.

- Course.
- I'll no be long.

Sit and behave.

Look after my wife.

Of course.

I assume Mr. Willoughby
is not your real name.

No.

Yi Tien Cho.

It means
"leans against heaven."

That's lovely.

Why don't you use that name?

Yi Tien Cho
sounds very much like

a coarse Gaelic word,

so your husband thought
Willoughby would do better.

I see.

Do you suppose I enjoy
idling in dank rooms

in unsavory establishments?

I canna say what you enjoy.

I should say not,

being unsavory yourself.

Seems a trifle light,
Mr. Malcolm.

'Tis the amount
we settled upon.

At the outset, perhaps,

but there is word
you have branched out

from the High Street,

as far as Arbroath and Dundee.

With that comes further tax.

I can assure you

I only sell the agreed amount.

Forgive my impertinence,
Mr. Malcolm,

if I cannot rely on your word.

I will expect a 25% increase

at our next meeting.

And ye'll be disappointed.

I only sell on the High Street.

We shall see, Mr. Malcolm.

After that,
he gave me food and work.

If not for him,
I could've died.

Jamie is true friend.

I owe him my life.

We should go, Sassenach.

Mr. Willoughby
was just telling me

how he stowed away
on a ship from China,

and that when he got here,
he... he was starving

and almost died...

until you saved him.

Aye.

He was a very interesting man.

Well, I hope
to see you again.

Uh, I would like
that, uh, very much.

- What does that mean?
- Honorable wife.

You speak Chinese?

I manage to understand
a wee bit.

My pleasure,
Yi Tien Cho.

Ah...

Monsieur Malcolm.

Madame Jeanne.

Monsieur Malcolm, if I might
have a word in private with you.

Of course, but first,
allow me to introduce my wife.

Madame Malcolm.

Your wife?

Monsieur Malcolm,
you bring her here?

I thought... a woman...
well enough,

but to insult our own
jeunes filles is not good,

but then a wife?

Bonsoir, Madame.

- De même, enchantée.
- Hmm.

Is my room ready, Madame?

We shall be spending
the night.

Of course.

Pauline?

Would you fetch up
hot water and fresh linens

for Monsieur Malcolm
and his, um...

Wife.

Right away, Madame.

Merci, Madame.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

I, uh...

It's no much,
but it's convenient.

Take your cloak off, Sassenach.

So, uh...

You live in a brothel?

Aye.

I'm sorry, I...

knew it wasn't right
to bring you here, but...

we are in need
of a hot supper, and...

it's a good deal
more comfortable than my cot

at the print shop.

Perhaps it was a poor idea.

We can leave if...

Why do you have a room
in a brothel?

Is it because
you're such a good customer?

Oh, no.

No, I'm not a customer
of Madame Jeanne.

She's a customer of mine
and a good one.

She keeps a-a room for me

because I'm often abroad late,
tending to business.

I'd soon have
a place I can come to

for food and a bed
at any hour.

Privacy.

Sounds reasonable enough.

Sassenach...

Why have you come back?

Why do you think
I've come back?

I dinna ken.

You're the mother
of my child, and...

For that alone,
I owe you my soul.

But have you come back
to be my wife again

or only to bring me
word of my daughter?

I came back now because...

Before, I...

I thought you were dead.

I meant to die.

Tried hard enough.

How did you find out...

I hadna died
or where I was?

I had some help.

A young historian...

he tracked you down
to Edinburgh,

and when I saw...

"A. Malcolm," I...

I thought it might be you.

So I took a chance.

And then ye came back?

But still...

Why?

Are you trying
to tell me something?

Because if so, I...

I know you have a life now,

and perhaps there are
other ties or...

I have burned
for you for so long,

do ye not know that?

But I am no longer
the man you once knew.

You and I, we...

we know each other less than
we did when we were first wed.

Do you want me to go?

No, I don't want you to go.

But I must know...

Do you want me?

Whoever you are,
James Fraser...

Yes...

I do want you.

What about you?

How do you know
what I'm like now?

I could be a horrible person
for all you know.

Suppose ye might be,
at that.

But, d'ye know,
Sassenach...

I dinna think I care.

Neither do I.

Dinner, Mr. Malcolm.

Good evenin' to ye.

Thank you kindly, Pauline.

Slangevar.

We ate slowly,

savoring each other
as much as the meal before us.

We began reminiscing
about our life together

those many years ago,

then carefully filling in
details of our time apart.

We began to know
each other again...

and discover whether we were,
in fact, the same two

who had once existed as one...

and whether
we might be one again.

After we finished,

the same thought was uppermost
in both our minds.

It could scarcely
be otherwise.

Will ye...

Will ye come to bed
wi' me, then?

Yes.

Where are the laces?

It's a zipper.

You just pull the tab
straight down.

You bloody well say something?

Christ.

Claire...

you're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen.

You must really be losing
your eyesight.

I want to see you.

Are you as scared as I am?

I suppose
I must be afraid, aye?

Do you remember
on our wedding night...

We were both scared.

You held my hands.

Told me it would be easier
if we touched.

Aye, when we were wed,

I saw ye standing there...

So bonny in your white shift.

I couldna think of anything
but when I could have you alone,

naked, next to me.

Do you want me now?

Oh, God, yes.

Ah.

- Ow!
- I'm sorry,

have I hurt ye, Claire?

I think I've broken my nose.

No, ye haven't.

When ye break your nose,
it makes a nasty crunching sound

and you bleed like a pig.

It's all right.

Sorry.

Do it now.

And don't be gentle.

Give me your mouth, Sassenach.

Oh, God.

Oh, Claire.

Oh, Claire.

Your breasts are...

like ivory.

Christ...

To touch you, Sassenach...

You with your skin like...

White velvet

and the sweet
long lines of your body.

God.

I couldna look at ye
and keep my hands from you

nor be near you
and not want ye.

Is that how you felt
first time we lay together?

It's always been forever
for me, Sassenach.

Mmm.

It's like riding a bicycle,
I suppose.

Did you know that you have
more hairs on your chest

than you used to?

No.

No, I dinna usually
count them.

What is a bicycle?

I just mean...

well, we seemed to remember
what to do all right.

Huh.

Did you think
we could forget, Sassenach?

I may be lacking
in practice, but...

I havena lost
all my faculties yet.

I should have
taken ye to a tavern.

It's all right.

Although I must say,

of all the places I imagined
being with you again,

I never thought of a brothel.

Hmm.

I'm not a saint,
Sassenach, but...

I'm not a pimp either.

Good to hear.

So do you want to tell me
what it is that you do,

or shall I just run
down the list

of disreputable possibilities
until I come close?

Hmm.

What's your best guess?

Well...

You're not just a printer.

Why not?

Because you're far too fit.

And most men in their 40s
have started to go soft

- around the middle...
- Hmm.

You haven't
a spare ounce on you.

Well, that's mostly because
I don't have anyone

to cook for me.

If you ate in taverns
all the time,

you wouldna be fat either.

Luckily, it looks like
you eat regularly.

Don't try and distract me.

You don't get muscles like that
slaving over a printing press.

You ever worked one,
Sassenach?

No.

I don't suppose...

you've taken up
highway robbery?

Hmm.

Guess again.

Kidnapping for ransom.

- Oh.
- Petty thievery?

Can't be piracy,

and not unless you've gotten
over being seasick.

Hmm.

And you were a traitor
the last time I knew you, but...

that doesn't seem
like a very profitable way

to make a living.

I'm still a traitor...

Though, uh,
havena been convicted.

- Lately.
- "Lately"?

I spent several years
in prison

for treason...

for The Rising.

Uh, but that was some time back.

I knew that.

And a bit more.

So what is it that you do
for a living these days?

I am...

A printer.

- Uh, and a traitor?
- Hmm.

I have fought wi' sword
and dirk many times.

The English took them away.

No, the press was a-a weapon
into my hands again.

I've been arrested
for sedition

six times
in the past two years...

And had my premises
seized...

twice...

though the court wasna able
to prove anything.

So what happens to you

when they do prove it
one of these days?

- A likely hanging.
- Oh.

Well, that's a relief.

I did warn ye.

You did.

Do ye want to leave now?

I did not come here
to make love to you once.

I came back to be with you.

I canna tell ye...

What it felt like
when I touched ye today...

And knew you to be real.

To find you again...

And to lose you...

You won't lose me...

Not unless you do
something immoral.

What is it?

It's just...

Is there something else
you haven't told me?

Well...

printing seditious pamphlets
isn't all that profitable.

I wouldn't think so.

So what else
have you been doing?

Wee bit of smuggling
on the side.

Smuggling what?

Whisky mostly

and cognac, brandy...

some rum now and then,
and a wee bit of French wine.

So that's what you meant...

By Madame Jeanne being
a customer?

Aye, it works very well.

We store the liquor
in a cellar below

when it comes in from France.

Some we sell
to Madame Jeanne directly

and some she keeps for us
until we can ship it on.

And... and as part
of those arrangements,

you...

Uh, the answer to what
you're thinking, Sassenach...

is no.

Mind reader, are you?

You're thinking do I take out
my price in trade, aye?

Not that
that's any of my business.

Isn't it, then?

Is it?

Aye.

And you don't...
with Madame Jeanne?

I don't.

How?

Culloden.

I will never leave you again.

Ye were right to leave.

Ye did it for Brianna.

Ye were
a wonderful mother, Claire.

I know it.

Ye gave me a child, Claire.

She is alive... safe.

Because of her...

We will live forever...

You and I.

I wanted to see
if you were really here.

Maybe I'm a ghost.

I could watch you
for hours, Sassenach...

see how you've changed...

how you're the same.

Your hair...

Mo nighean donn.

Ye recall?

My brown-haired lass.

Well, yes.

A long time ago, you asked me
what it was between us.

I remember.

What it is when I touch you
and you lie with me.

I said I didn't know.

I dinna ken either.

I still don't.

Well, it's still there.

Aye?

Hmm.

I never thought I'd laugh

in a woman's bed again,
Sassenach,

or even come to one,

save as a brute blind with need.

Is that what you'd do

when you had the need?

Claire, I...

I...

We don't have to rush it.

Are you sure?

I only have one question.

Did you ever fall in love
with anyone else...

- After I left?
- No.

No, Sassenach.

I never loved anyone but you.

Breakfast, Mr. Malcolm.

Come back later, if you will.

Don't you want to eat?

Aye.

Where are you going?

Go back to sleep, Sassenach.

I have to take care
of some business.

I dinna want to leave ye,

but I must.

Just to remind ye...

You're Mrs. Malcolm here
in Edinburgh.

Not Fraser.

Understood.

You'll stay here till I return?

I'm not likely to go anywhere.

My legs are like Jell-O.

- Jell-O?
- Hmm.

Hurry back, soldier.

Mmm.

Jamie?

Sorry, mistress.

Are you Mr. Malcolm's woman?

I suppose I am.

Uh, who are you?

Ian Murray, mistress.

I'm looking for Mr. Malcolm.

- But I best be on my way.
- Wait, hold on.

Come in.

Did you say Murray?

Are you Jenny and Ian
Murray's son?

Aye.

How'd you know?

I knew your parents
a very long time ago.

Your uncle and I, we...

How old are you?

I'm 16.

And dinnae worry,
I'm old enough to know

what sort
of a place this is...

meaning no offense to you,
of course, mistress.

There's none taken.

Very nice to meet you, Ian.

I am, well...

I'm your aunt, Claire.

But...

You're dead.

Well, not yet.

You know, some of the auld women
at Lallybroch used to say

you were a wise woman,
a white lady.

- Oh.
- Or maybe even a fairy.

They say as how,

when Uncle Jamie came home
from Culloden without you,

that maybe ye'd gone back
to where ye came from...

back to the fairies.

Is that true?

D'ye live in a dun?

No.

I was in the Colonies.

I went there
after I thought Jamie had died

at Culloden.

Huh.

So you've come back to him?

I have.

Well, very pleased
to meet you,

Uncle Jamie's wife.

When ye see him, will ye
tell him I'm looking for him?

I will.

Dinna be shy.
Sit and join us.

Thank you.

You're the new lass, eh?

Wee bit older
than Madame usually takes on.

She likes them no more
than 5 and 20,

but I'm sure you'll do fine.

Oh, she's got good skin
and nice bubbies.

Here's us going on.

What's your name, dearie?

- Claire.
- Well, I'm Dorcas.

And that's Peggy and Mollie.

- Hello.
- Hmm.

Ye... ye look famished.

Eat something,
then we can get to know ye.

Thank you.

Had a rough one
for yer first, aye?

- I'm not...
- Your neck.

It's red.

An' by the manner
ye walked in here,

a bit sore
between the legs as well?

Oh, look, she's blushing.

You are a fresh one,
aren't you?

Never mind.

After breakfast, I'll show you
were the tubs are,

and you can soak your parts
in warm water.

Be good as new for tonight.

Make sure ye show her
the jars of sweet herbs.

Put them in the water.

Madame Jeanne
likes us to smell sweet.

And a warm bath after
helps stop a bairn from coming.

Well, actually,
mugwort is very effective

in stopping pregnancy.

If there's one thing
we ken, dearie,

it's how to steer clear
of a kitling.

The girls use a bit
of sponge dipped in vinegar

or a wee bit o' wine
in a pinch.

You stick that way up
ye nether mouth,

ye'll no get a squeaker.

Hmm.

An early customer.

I hate it when they come
during breakfast.

Ye canna digest
yer food properly.

Well, ye needne worry,
Mollie.

Claire'll have to take him.

Newest girl takes
the ones no one wants.

Ye put your finger up his bum.

That'll get him off
faster than anything.

I'll save a bannock for ye.

Thank you.

Madame,
and what are you doing here?

Eating.

Did no one bring you food
this morning?

Well, um, no...

Merde.

I'm so sorry.

I will have that worthless maid
flayed for this.

Oh, it's quite all right.

I was actually having
a lovely chat with the ladies.

If you please.

I will have the rest
of your meal sent up to you.

Hmm.

It's all right.
I've had enough.

Mmm.

It's nice to meet you all.

And thanks for the tip.

Who the hell are you?

None of your concern.

You need to leave.

No whore tells me what to do.

Now, when I'm finished looking
for what I'm looking for,

you can earn some coin.

Wait on the bed.

I think you're mistaken.

I don't work here.
This is my husband's room.

Husband?

Is that so?

Then you can tell me
where he keeps his ledgers.

I have no idea.

Maybe if I fuck you,
it'll jar your memory.

Just get out!