Outlander (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 11 - If Not For Hope - full transcript

Previously...

She was raped.

It's him.

You beat up the wrong man.

I was defending your honor,

and now I come to find
ye claim yourself violated

upon findin' yerself
wi' child.

I was violated,

by someone else!

It was him.

No! No!



When ye've delivered
my daughter to River Run,

find Stephen Bonnet.

Bring him to me in secret.

Now where the hell is Roger?

I sold him to the Mohawk.

I will find him, lass.
I wilna rest until I do.

Don't even think
of trying to escape again.

Move.
We're leaving.

Move!

♪ 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 ♪

*OUTLANDER*
Season 04 Episode 11
Episode Title: "If Not For Hope"

I dinna mean
to disturb ye, but...

I-I thought ye might like
a morsel of somethin'

while ye're drawing.

Thank you, Lizzie.

Oh, God in heaven.

Oh, what have I brought
ye to?

Oh, monstrous darkness,
ye're... ye're possessed.

Lizzie, I'm not possessed.

I'm...

I'm hurt,

and angry.

It's all my fault.

No.

You made an honest mistake.

You thought you were
protecting me.

But I made such a mess
of things.

Will ye ever forgive me?

Of course.

It's over.

We don't need to talk
about it again.

And, uh,

what about yer father?

Will ye forgive him as well?

H-he wouldna have done
what he did

if I hadna been mistaken
about Mr. Wakefield.

Even if I could forgive him
for what he did to Roger,

I can't forget the things
he said to me.

I'll leave ye to yer drawing
then, Mistress.

Ye'll have heard
about the Mohawk, no doubt,

in yer time.

Only in movies.

Uh, the moving pictures
I've told you about.

I don't know much about them.

Sometimes it's hard to separate
fact from fiction.

When ye dinna have two sides
of the story, aye, it is.

Well, the portrayals don't tend
to weigh heavily in favor

of the Mohawk.

If there was a moving picture
about us,

about me,

I'd be seen
as a fearsome brute.

That would be one side
of the story.

Uncle.

Did the Cherokee
recognize that?

Aye, they believe
it's from a Mohawk village

called Shadow Lake.

There's a good chance
Roger's been taken there.

Would they be willing
to guide us there?

It's at least
two months' ride north.

Did ye tell them we'll pay,
with whisky and furs?

They have no business there,
Uncle.

The Cherokee
wilna accompany us.

Then we must find
our own way there.

I can speak some Mohawk,

and the Mohawk I sold Roger to
spoke English.

We don't know
what lies ahead,

and it'll be dangerous, but...

Aye.

Aye, we've lived wi' the fear
of the unknown before,

not knowing if the other
is alive or dead,

but each passing day,

Bree must suffer
through the very same thing.

Let's be on our way,
then.

Auntie.

Ye should go to him
while we've stopped.

Why?

Does he need help?

So ye're still angry
with him, then?

No.

Is that what you think?

Aren't ye?

No.

Go to him, Auntie Claire.

We're going to make this right.

I know, Ian.

We didna mean to be reckless.
We thought...

I know what you thought.

What you both thought.

It's just, I'm...

finding it hard not to think
about how Brianna

and Roger must feel.

One day, when you've children
of your own, you'll understand.

You never stop worrying
about them.

I dinna ken about that.

I hate to see ye both
sufferin' so.

Crossed paths
not too long ago.

I reckon he'll be in Wilmington
in a week's time,

but ye're wasting yer breath
if ye think Stephen Bonnet

will take on a man
with one hand.

It's not why I'm asking...

Merde.

Any luck today?

Still no work
at the butcher's, then?

'Tis usually the men
that do the butchering,

rather than having
been butchered themselves.

In Milord's eyes,
I'm whole, but...

to them, here, I'm...

I'm less than a man.

'Tis no work in Wilmington
for someone like me.

Here's some men who'd be
better served out at work.

At least ye're tryin'.

They've been in there
for hours.

I have a mind
to turn them in myself.

For what crime?

None of that cheek,
Fergus Fraser,

not when Murtagh
has enlisted yer aid

in capturing a murderer.

Stephen Bonnet should be
in Wilmington in a week's time.

So I heard today.

I dinna like it,

not with all his meetings
with his Regulators.

It is burden enough

harborin' a wanted man
under our roof.

He would do the same for me.

If it comes to that, then...

aye, we must.

I hope it does.

Speak to Malachi.

Give him the list of names

of all those willing
to lay down their lives.

- Have ye news of Bonnet?
- Aye.

Good news.

We dinna have much time
to get ye ready.

Ready for what?

Mistress Cameron's holdin'
a dinner next week,

and I need to fit ye
for a new dress.

Phaedre, could you please
tell my aunt

I don't need a new dress?

But ye do, Mistress,

and a new dress will help hide
yer... condition.

Hide it from whom?

We've got us a lord
coming to visit from Virginia,

master of Mount Josiah.

Mistress Cameron
wants to introduce ye to him

and some of her other friends.

I don't want to meet anyone.

Oh, ye dinna mean that.

Ye'll soon learn
that Mistress Cameron's dinners

are the talk of the county,

and once ye have a new dress...

Phaedre, stay there,
by the window.

The light,
the way it hits your face...

Here.

What are ye doing,
Miss Fraser?

I'm drawing you.

Why on Earth would ye do that?

You're beautiful.

Thank ye, Miss Fraser...

But there's much to be done,

and Mistress Cameron

- wilna be pleased if...
- You let me worry

about Mistress Cameron.

- Brianna?
- Yes, Auntie?

I have something for ye.

If I recall correctly,
these earrings will look lovely

with yer dress.

Thank you, but I told Phaedre
I don't need a new dress.

Aye, she mentioned that,

which is why I'm having her
alter one of mine

to fit ye instead.

These are the earrings
I used to wear with it.

That's... very kind of you.

Ye really should try it on.

She'll need to take
some measurements, of course.

We want ye to look yer best,
dear, for the dinner.

It's no every day a lord
graces these halls.

I ken,
ye're consumed with worry,

and biding yer time here
with naught to do about it...

It's distressing,
at the very least,

but there's comfort to be found
in the company of others.

Will ye no enjoy some food,

some lively conversation?

Thank you, but I'm...

honestly happier
being by myself,

reading, drawing.

Hm.

I used to paint.

I was never as talented
as yer grandmother, Ellen.

I don't know much about her.

She was an artist?

Aye.

You...

ye're very much like her.

Ye have her spirit.

Hm.
I do?

She was our father's favorite.

She remained unmarried
well past the time

a young woman ought to be
settled with a husband,

but...

he wouldna force her
into a marriage

she herself wouldn't accept.

How modern of him.

She was headstrong.
Followed her heart.

And after Father died,

she wed the man
she truly loved,

Brian Fraser.

Our father would've been happy
for her.

You're right.

Conversation is good
for a worried mind.

Aye, and there's plenty more
to be had.

Phaedre is waiting for ye
in yer chamber

with the dress.

Sorry!
Did I wake ye?

Trouble sleeping, lass?

All this about the taxes,

with the Governor
and the Regulators...

D'ye think it'll come
to anythin'?

I think mebbe it will, aye.

Then I'm hoping
ye'll do somethin'.

Tell Fergus ye want him
to fight alongside ye.

Marriage not all ye hoped
it would be, lass?

If ye're wanting rid of him,

I can take him out back and...

If I wanted him shot,
I'd do it myself.

And it wouldna be Fergus
I'd take aim at first.

He doesna put his boots
on my blankets.

Christ.

I'd like ye to ask Fergus

to join ye and yer men

to fight,

if and when
the time comes.

Lass, his...

Aye.

I ken.

Then ye understand
why I'm asking ye.

Aye.

I'll have a whole man,

or none at all.

Um,
Miss Fraser is here, Mistress.

Mm.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I present my niece,

Brianna Fraser.

The Forbes, Mistress.

Brianna,
this is Gerald Forbes

and his sister,
Prudence Forbes.

I've been looking forward
to this occasion.

Have you been enjoying
your time at River Run?

Yes.

My aunt has been
a most generous hostess.

How do you spend
your days here?

Drawing, mostly.

The lass
is quite accomplished.

Splendid! What sort of things
do you draw?

I recently finished
a portrait of Phaedre.

Oh, I presume you mean
the Phaedre of Greek mythology,

wife of Theseus.

Yes.
A good, strong, Greek name.

I believe Phaedre
is one of the slaves

here at River Run.

You mean to say
you draw negroes?

Brianna, I-I-I don't believe
you've had the pleasure.

This is Mistress Alderdyce

and her son,
the Honorable Judge Alderdyce.

I draw whatever inspires me.

Very courageous.
I'd love to see it.

I could have Ulysses fetch it
for you, if you'd like.

Oh, heavens, no.
What is the world coming to?

To think you'd choose that
as your subject

in a beautiful place
such as this.

Why not a landscape?

Oh, young folk today,
my goodness.

Whatever shall we do
with them?

I'm sure Lieutenant Wolff will
have some thoughts to share.

Where are ye,
dear friend?

I have newfound empathy

for your great-aunt's
lack of sight.

You're too kind.

With your aunt's permission,

I'd like to take you
on an excursion to New Bern,

to show you some of the, uh,

magnificent sights.

Perhaps, sometime.

Uh, Miss Fraser,

there is something
I wish to show you.

Perhaps you would be so good
as to accompany me?

Brianna.

Perhaps we should all
join them in the parlor.

Ulysses.

Mistress.

I'm thinking of having
one of these stones

fashioned into
a piece of jewelry,

a gift.

Tell me, my dear,

which one pleases you most?

The sapphire, the emerald,
the topaz,

or the diamond?

With your instinct
for loveliness,

you would have
a most valuable opinion,

should you be willing
to oblige me with it.

I, um...

shouldn't like to venture
my own opinion

without first hearing
Mistress Alderdyce's choice.

Well, I...

May I present Lord John Grey.

Greetings, one and all.

Mistress Cameron,
very glad to be here.

I'm sure a splendid evening
awaits us.

Ye're most welcome
here, my lord.

Please, allow me
to introduce my niece.

Miss Fraser, undoubtedly.

I'm an acquaintance
of your parents.

I need...

I need to lay my hands
on as many rifles as possible.

Maybe I should just
teach the Regulators

how to wail instead.

It's very effective.

Son, son.

It seems there are some here
who do not appreciate

your contribution
to the cause.

Join us, will ye?

What?

Join our militia.

You... you want me?

Ye've courage,

and I trust ye.

If I'm to fight Tryon's army,

I can think of no man
I'd rather have by my side.

I'm honored that you've asked,

but...

But my place is here,

with Marsali and Germain.

'Tis here.

The ship
ye've been waiting for,

the Gloriana,
'tis in port.

Off wi' ye, then.

Thank ye.

And the woman claimed
to tell fortunes

by holding a personal item.

It was rather amusing,
I must admit,

though not the strangest thing
that happened

during my time in Jamaica.

A very strange place, indeed,

though that is a story
for another glass.

Your turn.

I've embarrassed myself
enough for one evening, surely.

Oh, I, uh...

I don't have any anecdotes
half as entertaining as yours,

and I'm certainly
no fortuneteller,

but I, uh, do have something
for occasions such as these

that I learned a long time ago

on the subject of psychology.

The science
of the soul, if you will.

Well, it sounds intriguing.

Yet it only works
with strangers.

Might we all partake?

Of course.
I'll ask you a few questions,

and I want you to picture
whatever comes to mind first.

Oh, and you, uh... you might
want to close your eyes.

Oh, this does
sound interesting.

- Oh.
- Happy to oblige.

Must I close my eyes
when you are before me?

Yes.

I want you to imagine

that you're in a forest
with someone.

Can you picture the person?

- Yes, clear as day.
- Yes.

You encounter an animal.

Should we tell you
what it is?

- Not yet.
- Ah.

I want you to imagine

that you reach a clearing.

You may open your eyes.

Is that it?

Now, one at a time,
you'll tell me what you saw,

and I'll tell you
what each answer represents,

symbolically speaking.

What fun.

Judge Alderdyce,
are you happy to go first?

Who was with you
in the forest?

I was walking with Christ.

And the animal you saw?

A squirrel.

One very particular fellow,
in fact.

Frequents my mother's garden
each morning.

Hm.

You see, when a person
is walking with Christ,

it can mean that
they're seeking forgiveness,

or reassurance for something.

Mm.

Given my occupation,
it's no surprise

that the notion of forgiveness
is often on my mind.

Yes, but when walking
with Christ yourself,

coupled with the squirrel you
saw in your mother's garden...

You see,
the animal you encounter

represents life's problems,

and given that squirrels
tend to hoard things away,

it would seem
that your problems are secrets.

Something
Mrs. Alderdyce

doesn't know about, then,

since the squirrel
was in her garden.

I assure you, I know everything
there is to know about my son.

Of course.

If you'll excuse me
for a moment,

I must take some air.

Well, well.

There may be something
in this after all.

Very entertaining.

My niece
is a clever lass indeed.

- She is.
- She is, aye.

So, Lord John,
dare I ask

who was with you in the forest?

Oh, uh,
it was, um...

You don't have to think
too hard about it.

Who came to mind first?

Your father.

I thought of your father.

Oh.
Why would you think of him?

Well, you are sitting
right here in front of me,

and...

he did ask me
to look in on you.

And why would you need
to do that?

Oh, he merely wrote to ask

that I visit to ensure
all is well.

He mentioned he was about
to embark upon a long journey.

And he gave no reason at all

as to why
all might not be well?

No.

But from your response,

I'm beginning to suspect
it might not be.

Your father would never divulge
anything that you yourself

would not wish to tell me.

He's an honorable man.

Don't talk to me
about my father's honor.

If you'll excuse me,

Uh, is it my turn?

I'm eager to tell you
who my forest companion was.

Perhaps we could take
a walk in the grounds

and discuss in more detail.

Oh, I'm...
feeling quite unwell.

Oh, my dear!

What's happened?

Miss Brianna just fainted,
Mistress,

but Lord John was there.

Lord John,
please escort my niece

into the parlor.

Ulysses, more wine
for everyone.

A cold cloth will help.

I'm more than willing to ride
out and summon a physician.

Uh, no, that won't be
necessary.

Oh, Mistress.

I was so worried
when I heard that ye'd fainted,

and in yer condition.

Lizzie, I'm fine.

Really, I'm feeling
much better.

Would you like me to go
and prepare your bedchamber?

I'd appreciate that.

Miss Fraser...

So you are not ill,
as such?

Am I to understand
you are to be a mother?

One of the entertaining
anecdotes

I decided not to share
at the dinner table.

Your father didn't tell me
about this, you know.

Did you lose your husband?

I suppose I did lose him,
in a way, yes.

My father allowed him
to be traded to the Mohawk.

It's a long story, but...

they're searching for him
as we speak.

That's where they are?

Jamie, your... your parents

are going to rescue
this man from the Mohawk?

Yes.
I wanted to go with them,

but my condition
wouldn't allow for it,

so I made them promise
they'd bring him back to me.

And Mistress Cameron
is fully apprised of this?

She certainly is,

and yet I'm starting to suspect

that it's part of the reason
for this dinner.

She is trying to secure me
a husband.

I see.

Surely you cannot
take another husband

if you're already married?

Well, Roger and I
were handfast,

with no witnesses.

That is a predicament.

When your father wrote
and asked for me to come,

he enclosed a letter,

and said I was to deliver it
to you personally.

Miss Fraser seems
to be feeling well once more.

Oh, I'm very glad
to hear that.

Well, it's late.

Tomorrow is a new day.

If you'll permit it,

we'll speak again
in the morning.

Good night.

Mistress Cameron,

thank you for a lovely dinner.

You are
a most gracious hostess.

My pleasure, Your Lordship.

Ulysses, I'd like a word
with my aunt.

Phaedre, let us prepare
the bedchambers

for the guests
staying overnight.

May I speak frankly?

Of course.

Ye've been doing so
all evening.

I couldn't help but notice
that most of your guests

are unmarried men.

Lord John was married.

His wife took ill and passed.

And the rest?

You just pulled them
out of a hat?

What a strange expression.

They're my friends,

gentlemen I've been acquainted
with for many years,

any one of whom would make
an acceptable suitor.

If we are speaking frankly,
niece,

it's time we found you
a husband.

And what if I don't want
a husband?

What does want
have to do with it?

Everything!

Everything?

Ye've a bairn coming.

Yer time to be particular
is long past.

Ye've nothing,
not a penny to yer name,

a name at risk
of being tarnished, at that.

Ye have to think
of yer future,

yer security.

A marriage
to one of these men

will be of great benefit
to ye.

And to you as well,
no doubt.

The union of two families

is always a blessing.

What about love?

You said my grandmother
married for love.

Aye.

She did.

Like ye, Ellen was with child
before she wed.

Our brothers
Colum and Dougal

tried to arrange
a marriage for her,

but she outwitted them

when she eloped
with Brian Fraser,

but...

the important thing is,

the bairn was born in wedlock.

If yours is not,

he'll be branded
a fatherless bastard.

His life will be ruined.

Brianna.

I ken ye once had
a man ye loved,

but he's gone.

It's not what ye want
to hear,

but he's not coming back.

He's with the savages now,
be it dead or alive.

The sooner ye accept that,
the better.

Ye canna live on hope.

There, that's him.

We need him on his own.

I have a plan.

Hello.

Ah, ah, ah.

Think you've got
the wrong room, sir.

Oh, aye.

I'm looking for a gentleman.

You're no gentleman.

Bring the horse closer in.

What's all this?

What have you done
to that man?

Return to yer wife
and child.

What are you doing?

Unhand him!

You should go.

Something
very familiar about you.

Strange. Dinna think
we've had the pleasure.

I do think ye'll find there's
something very familiar

about my companion,
Stephen Bonnet.

- The murderer?
- Aye, 'tis.

Who escaped the gallows?

I have seen you before,

on a broadsheet,
Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Take him.

Good mornin',
Miss Fraser.

Mistress Cameron
is askin' ye

to come down for some tea.

I'm to dress ye in something
especially becomin'.

Why is that?

Mister Forbes was quite taken
with ye last night.

He intends to ask
for yer hand in marriage.

Mistress Cameron
gave her blessing.

I'm sure she did.

Are ye no pleased?

Of course I'm pleased.

I just... I need some time
to prepare myself,

to take some air.

Would you tell my aunt
that when you came to wake me,

I'd gone on my morning walk?

If ye dinna mind me askin',

how long should I tell
the mistress ye'll be?

I'll join you in an hour or so,
I promise,

and will you send Lizzie
to see me?

- I need your help.
- Anything, Mistress.

Find Lord John and ask him

to meet me in the grounds
by the large oak.

And, Lizzie,
be discreet.

It's not too cold for you?

No. You?

Ah, I enjoy the brisk air.

I would comment
on the weather,

or ask your opinion
on the gardens, but, uh,

with the time passing, I...

I wanted to ask instead,

will you marry me?

Oh, dear God in heaven.

I'm not sure this is what
your father had in mind

when he asked me
to look in on you.

I know, but if I didn't ask,
for the sake of my child...

You are your father's daughter.
That's certain.

Look, I don't want
any of your money.

I'll sign a paper
saying so.

You wouldn't have to live
with me, either,

although I should probably
come to Virginia with you,

at least for a little while.

Jamie is one of the people
I cherish most on this Earth,

and...

drawn to you for reasons
I cannot explain, but...

I cannot take your hand
in marriage.

Lord John,
if you refuse my offer,

it is with deep regret
that I'll have to reveal

what I saw you doing last night

with one
of my supposed suitors.

Whatever it is
you think you saw,

- you're quite mistaken.
- No, I know what I saw,

and I will write letters

to the governor, the sheriff...

Knowing the severity
of the punishment

of this crime,
you would do that?

- My life would be ruined.
- Then I'll tell Jamie.

Well, that's assuming
he doesn't already know,

and as you said yourself,

he's otherwise engaged.

In an actual forest somewhere.

You imagined him
when I asked at dinner.

You pictured yourself
with Jamie in the forest.

You could've picked anyone...

Your late wife, for instance.

I am almost tempted to submit
to your outrageous proposal.

It would certainly teach you
to play with fire.

That sounds like a threat.

You mean you...
with women too?

I was married.

It wasn't an arrangement
of convenience, then.

I am perfectly capable
of carrying out

my husbandly duties,
I assure you.

Come.

Let's sit for a moment.

I'm sorry, Brianna,

but I cannot marry you.

No, I'm sorry.

I know I sound insane,

and I... I really wouldn't
have said a word to anybody.

No.

Not entirely insane.

When I close my eyes,
I do see your father...

But I also see your mother,

their connection
with each other,

their love.

Does she know?
My mother?

She is a perceptive woman,
as are you.

I agree with your aunt.

You should marry.

But you understand now
why I cannot be your husband.

I have faith in your parents.

They will find Roger
and bring him back to you.

You mustn't give up hope.

There's something else,
isn't there?

Even if they do
bring Roger back...

He might not want to...

He might not be the...

What is it?

I was violated.

And the baby, um...

I don't... I don't know whose...

- Do you know this man?
- No.

No, I found out later.

His name is Stephen Bonnet.

And Forbes is about to propose.

If I marry him, I'll...

be exchanging hope
for a broken heart.

But I'll do what I must

for the sake of my child.

I'll do what I must.

Jocasta's expecting me.

I'll not forget your part
in all this, Mistress Cameron.

The union of our families
is a blessing to us all.

Niece.

Good morning, Aunt.

Mister Forbes has a matter
to put before you.

I, um...

Thank you for waiting for me,
my dear.

Have you told them
our good news?

No, I haven't.

I've asked for Miss Fraser's
hand in marriage,

and she has accepted.

A joyous occasion.

Indeed.

Had you not encouraged me
to find a husband,

I would never have opened
my heart to Lord John.

Thank you, Aunt Jocasta.

Uh, good day to you all.

Mister Forbes.

Come to me, my dear.

I dinna ken
how you managed it.

A MacKenzie ye truly are.

What wonderful news.

Agh, Christ!

Are you all right?

It's nothing, Sassenach.

Rollo, what's that?

Rollo, what is that, boy?

Here, here.
Rollo, let go!

What is that?

Auntie...

That's human.

Rollo!
Rollo!

Christ!

Rollo!

Rollo?

Rollo, get back.

He's been dead
for at least a month.

I've seen this man
before.

When I sold Roger
to the Mohawk.

That waistcoat,

and missing two fingers...

He was with Roger.

Claire?

I didn't find anything.

I went nearly a mile.

Nothing.

Nothing?

Well, then, there's hope.

There's hope that Roger's
still alive.

What a world
to bring a child into.

You know, I've said
and done things

that I... I never thought
I would,

or could.

Sometimes,
people do the wrong thing

for the right reasons.

I'm sure your father would know
something about that.

Please don't.

It doesn't change
what's happened.

No.

But I don't know what's worse,

dwelling on the past
or thinking about the future.

If you were to see
my son, William...

His eyes lighting up

upon seeing something
for the first time.

You have a son.

I didn't know that.

He's in Lynchburg, Virginia.

Well, if he is anything
like his father,

he must be a perfect gentleman.

He is...

very much like his father.

But he's not truly mine.

We don't share any blood.

- You're a good man.
- No.

Good doesn't come into it.

I love him
more than life itself.

I am sure Roger will too...

Love the child.

The thing is,

we're all here
in this New World

not because it's new.

These lands are as old
as any.

It's only new,

because there is hope,

and hope is at the very heart
of love.

I canna help but think
someone'll be missin' him.

One thing is certain.

He was somebody's child.

I'm sorry.

I was upset,

but not with you.

Who else?

Everybody. The world.

Stephen Bonnet.

But not you.

Brianna used to confide
in Frank.

Sometimes with me.

But when he died,

it was just the two of us.

Any secrets were our secrets.

And no one else.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
it was Stephen Bonnet

when I knew.

Had I,
it might have saved Roger.

I never thought I would keep
a secret like that from you.

Until Brianna.

When I made you that promise,

there was no one else
in my life

who could come before you...

But I don't know if I can keep
that promise anymore.

I understand, but...

I canna be a father to her,
Claire.

Of course you can,

and you will.

She's just hurt right now.

No, she doesna need me.

Never thought I'd be jealous
of a dead man.

Of a...

what, of Frank?

Well, you heard
what Bree said.

Frank would never have said
those things to her

or made the mistakes I made.

Frank made plenty
of mistakes.

All parents do.

Bree thinks
he's a better man.

I thought...

I thought perhaps you were beginning
to feel the same, Sassenach.

You fool.

Come here.

She didn't mean it.

She doesn't want you
to go to hell.

I heard her.

I hope I can bring Roger
back to her,

or she'll never forgive me.

I heard you both.

She's just like you.

She says things in anger
that she doesn't mean.

You didn't mean the things
you said to her, did you?

No.

Neither did she.

Trust me.

I love you both
so much.

Oh, come here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What is this?
What's going on?

Huh?