Outlander (2014–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - Crème de Menthe - full transcript

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.

(ROUSING PATRIOTIC MUSIC)

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 ♪

(♪♪♪)

(SOMBER STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

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.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

Ardsmuir Prison.

BRIANNA: There he is, James Fraser.

1753.

'54.

1755. (SOFT CHUCKLE)

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.

(SOFT GAELIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(EXHALES)

(ROUSING DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

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.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

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.

(SOFT STRING MUSIC)

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.

Fiona?

Och, no. She just likes being helpful.

You know, at first I thought

maybe Fiona was your girlfriend.

Girlfri... (THUDS)

Girlfriend?

Fiona?

No.

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.

(CLICK)

All right. Try it now.

Okay.

(ENGINE TURNS OVER)

What did you do?

Distributor cap was loose.

What do I owe you?

I'll think of somethin'.

MacKenzie.

Time to draw straws.

(HORSE NICKERS)

For?

(CHUCKLES) You'll see.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(INDISTINCT STREET CHATTER)

- (CHUCKLES)
- Thanks, lads.

I'm ready for my ride.

I shall accompany you, My Lady.

Fetch my palfrey.

At once.

Right away, My Lady.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Hurry up, you useless Scotchman.

(PLAYFUL MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

A boot on the hindquarters
is what that one needs.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

Aye.

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.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

The Major's passion

lies in soldiering.

His dedication to king and country

is one of the things
I admire most about him.

(♪♪♪)

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Wakefield Residence.

ROGER: One moment please.

It's the hospital in Boston.

Hello. This is Dr. Randall.

JOE: Lady Jane.

Joe.

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.

Harry?

What did you find?

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

I scheduled the surgery for next week.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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.

(SOMBER STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(ROUSING STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(LAUGHTER)

(♪♪♪)

I'm ready for my ride.

(♪♪♪)

MacKenzie, fetch my palfrey.

You will accompany me today.

(♪♪♪)

(CHUCKLES)

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.

Liar.

Aren't you coming?

We should turn back.

'Fore it gets dark.

We have time.

Besides,

you have to do my bidding.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

(UPBEAT STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(GENEVA SCREAMS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

My Lady.

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHS)
(SIGHS)

I knew you'd do as I told you.

(YELPS)

(GENEVA GASPS, LAUGHS)

I look forward to our next ride!

(LAUGHS)

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.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

HAL: Yes.

Johnny.

(BROODING STRING MUSIC)

It appears my next move
will have to wait.

(♪♪♪)

Colonel Melton, you must
remember MacKenzie?

(♪♪♪)

MacKenzie.

Yes.

Although it's been some time now.

Aye.

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?

(SCOFFS SOFTLY)

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.

(INDISTINCT STREET CHATTER)

Do it.

Down. (GRUNTS)

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

What are you doing?

Shoveling shit, My Lady.

Goodness.

You understand I could
have told my father

you dropped me in the mud.

You're very fortunate I
have a merciful heart.

Aye,

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?

Aye.

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.

(PENSIVE STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

I'm sorry yer brother died.

Truly.

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.

Tonight.

(DOOR OPENS)

(SOFT KNOCKING)

(DOOR CLICKS)

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?

Alex.

'Tis my own name as well.

You may disrobe.

(SIGHS)

You can watch me if you'd like.

(GASPS)

It's all right.

Doesna hurt.

Should get on with this then.

May I touch ye... My Lady?

(SOFT GASP)

I don't know what to do.

We don't have to do this.

Change yer mind if ye want.

No.

I'm doing this for myself.

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

Aye.

The first time can often be...

vexing.

Will you show me how it's done?

(SOFT STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(SOFT GASP)

(♪♪♪)

(INHALES SHAKILY)

(♪♪♪)

Will it hurt much?

I think not.

If I take my time.

(♪♪♪)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

May I touch you...

there?

(♪♪♪)

(SOFT GRUNT)
(BREATHES SHARPLY)

Now move with me.

(♪♪♪)

(PANTING TOGETHER)

(♪♪♪)

(BOTH EXHALE SHARPLY)

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?

This...

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.

(SOMBER STRING MUSIC)

And they give theirs in return.

(♪♪♪)

(HORSEHOOFS CLOPPING)

(♪♪♪)

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.

Truly.

(♪♪♪)

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.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

BRIANNA: I'm a terrible person.

(SOFT SNICKERING)

Finally, something we agree on.

(SOFT CHUCKLE)

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.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

That was...

Unexpected.

(SOFT LAUGH)

Unexpected, yes.

(SOFT ROUSING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

- (KNOCKS)
- ISOBEL: Mr. MacKenzie!

- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)
- 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.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(CLICKS TONGUE) Hurry!

(♪♪♪)

How is Lady Geneva?

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

And the child?

Oh, he's a fine healthy boy.

(PENSIVE STRING MUSIC)

(♪♪♪)

(ISOBEL CRYING)

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.

(SNIFFLES)

But then she started to bleed again.

Physician did everything he could.

(GASPING GRUNT)

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?

ELLESMERE: It's a
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?

(SCREAMS)

My Lord!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Hand me the pistol.

We shall put our weapon down,

but we need you to do the same, sir.

(♪♪♪)

Please.

For the baby.

(♪♪♪)

Your Lordship, let us take the child

so that you may mourn in peace.

You will go.

DUNSANY: