Outlander (2014–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Common Ground - full transcript

- Previously...
- Where will you go, nephew?

We'll travel west.
Claire can practice her healing.

I can find work as a printer.

Marsali would not be
well-suited to a long journey.

She is with child.

I don't want you
to live a half life.

I would lay the world
at your feet, Claire...

but I have nothing to give you.

I've heard there were
Indians that will

cut yer heart from yer chest.

Some can be friendly,



and some you'd do well
to steer clear of.

It's a silver filling.
He has to be someone like me.

- Will you marry me?
- I'm not ready for this.

If you don't care enough
to marry me,

then I don't care enough
to have you in my bed.

This must be the most
beautiful land I've ever seen.

We'd have to accept
Governor Tryon's offer.

- Do ye trust me, Claire?
- Always.

Commendable decision on
your part, Mr. Fraser.

One I dinna make lightly,
Your Excellency.

Of course, what with 10,000
acres of his Majesty's land

at your disposal, a Herculean
task lies before you.

A task I welcome, sir...

A chart of your land.



And my secretary can
make arrangements for

Mistress Fraser to be
accommodated here at Wilmington

while she awaits
establishment of your new home.

It's generous of you to
consider her, Your Excellency,

but, uh,
she intends to accompany me

to help build Fraser's Ridge.

Well then, as you wish.

May God grant you the fortitude
to overcome the hardships

you will undoubtedly face
in the backcountry.

I assure you, sir,

she has a great deal
of fortitude.

She's a healer.

She's seen war and plague.

- Couldna do it without her.
- Mm.

You've found good men willing
to settle there also?

I have my best man
in Wilmington

putting out the word.

I would encourage you to, uh,

take your time
choosing settlers.

It's very difficult to
distinguish friend from foe.

So-called "Regulators" are stirring
up trouble in the Piedmont...

pitting themselves
against my tax collectors.

Brandy?

- Aye.
- Mm.

Aye, there's talk
in the taverns.

Mm, men of shallow
understanding,

who believe themselves the sovereign
arbiters of right and wrong.

What is wrong
is their disorderly conduct

and their continued failure
to pay their taxes.

Can yer sheriffs
not discourage them

from taking matters
into their own hands?

Well, I believe that they too
are exacerbating matters.

Some have proven
to be dishonest.

The taxes are not
reaching the treasurers.

I see.
I'm sorry to hear it.

It's not your sympathy
I want, Mr. Fraser.

I meant no...
I'm simply grateful.

I gather you have supped
with princes and paupers.

I have, Your Excellency.

It's said that the Highlander
has much in common

with the Indian savage.

Do you think it so?

Savagery can exist in many
forms, Your Excellency.

I've witnessed it in
both prince and pauper.

Given your own worldly wisdom,
I'm sure you'll agree that

those who live in defiance
of His Majesty

are no better than barbarians.

And often,
the law is not efficient in...

containing them.

Aye.

Well, there is the law,

and there is what is done.

I'm pleased we understand
each other, Mr. Fraser.

An agreement with a gentleman
is worth its weight in gold,

especially one who knows
the world and its troubles.

Let's hope the world
keeps its troubles

to itself, Your Excellency.

I admire your spirit,
Mr. Fraser.

You're just the type of settler
North Carolina needs.

That's the last of it.

- I'll take those, Auntie.
- Ah, thank you, Ian.

Uh, could I buy
some bread, cheese,

salt pork to take with us,
please?

Aye.

I had a mind to prepare ye
a basket of provisions,

only the thought of it...

I can barely speak of a supper

Without feeling as queasy
as our time on the "Artemis."

You'll have me singing,

"Heave away, my Johnny,
heave-a-way."

You should chew peppermint
if you can find some.

And eat small meals often,

even if you're not hungry.

Hm.

And what's the matter?

I miss... my mother.

I ken ye don't care for her

and that there's
bad blood betwixt ye,

but with a bairn coming,

I wish she was here wi' me.

It's not unusual
to want your mother now.

If there's anything I can do...

That's verra kind of ye.

And there is no other healer
I'd want by my side

if things were to go wrong...

only, there's
deliverin' a bairn,

and then there's raisin' one.

Your mother did a fine job
raising you...

and I'm sure you'll do
just as well.

Hey, I dinna want any
settlers who may cause trouble.

I'll be careful
in my selection.

Find Highlanders,
if you're able,

and the men from
Ardsmuir Prison.

They'll be hereabouts.
Bring as many as are willing.

I'll look for them, Milord.

I, uh,

I trust things are
well for you here.

- You have enough money?
- Aye.

You must not worry yourself,
Milord.

I've managed some work and
with Marsali's sewing,

we've enough for now.

Well then, the wagon is loaded.

We will write to you the
moment our bairn arrives.

And we'll have
a fine cabin waiting for you.

The three of you can join us.

You have that faraway look
in your eyes, Sassenach.

Ah, it's nothing.
I just...

Marsali...

she's so radiant with child.

She's almost the same age
as Brianna.

Sometimes, I...

well, I worry...

that it was wrong
to leave her.

You know, I don't remember
much about my mother.

But I know I missed her
dearly when I had Bree.

And now,

I won't be there for her.

Or a grandchild.

When I...

when I was without you,

I held onto
thoughts of your face,

yer words, yer heart.

I clung to those memories
when I didna want to stand

and I was thankful for them
when I could.

Our daughter will do the same.

You go on, Uncle Jamie.
I'll be fine.

Aye.

Dinna like heights
that much, eh?

I'll never tire of this view.

If this were a painting...

People would
say it wasn't real,

that the artist
had imagined it.

Well,
we're near enough ye might

speak with God Himself...

And compliment Him
on His brush strokes.

He has a certain touch.

Where now, Auntie?

It's another
100 yards that way.

And then...

we have to turn
to the south again.

We must have placed 100 posts!

Well, this is ours.

Wondrous, is it not?

"My country, 'tis of thee,

"sweet land of liberty,

of thee I sing."

Poem from yer time?

It's a song called, "America."

It has the same melody as

"God Save
Great George Our King."

Ye're telling me the Americans

stole it from King George
and made it their own?

We did.

Ah...

Heartily applaud it, then...

Sing it for me, Sassenach.

No.

When you sing,

all proper and polite
like ye're in church,

I must confess it makes me
wanna do indecent things.

- Like what?
- Where to begin?

Well,
the beginning is always nice.

Well, maybe
I'll press ye up against my...

Uncle Jamie, come here!

They're witness trees.

Governor Tryon spoke of them.

They mark the farthest
boundary of our land.

This will be a sign to

all who pass that they're
entering Fraser's Ridge.

Here.

Oh, Christ.

I wonder what animal left that.
Maybe a raccoon?

Myers told me
of such creatures.

It'd take a whole family
of raccoons

to produce that amount.

No, there are much more
dangerous animals

in North Carolina
that could claim it.

Wolves?

Certainly none
as friendly as Rollo.

Lions?

Try not to look so excited.

But yes,
there are mountain lions.

Uh, they call them panthers
in these parts.

And there are other
wild animals... bears.

Though it might be a bit
late in the year for them.

They hibernate.

They bed down for winter
and sleep until spring.

What's got yer hackles up?

There's something behind us.

Claire, put the knife
in my hand and get behind me.

What do they want,
Uncle Jamie?

Suppose we'll find out.

They look like Cherokee.

The ones Myers dealt with
seemed friendly.

- I'll go with ye.
- Dinna move a hair.

Both of ye,
stay by the rifles.

James Fraser.

I am James Fraser.

Why is it that
grandmothers seem to be

in the habit of dying just
when my students have an essay

on the poetry of the
first World War to hand in?

Roger?

Hm?

Oh...

Sorry, Peter.
I'm a bit distracted...

and busy.

Well, old chap,
if you foresee an opening

in that chaotic diary of yours,

then join us for
a scotch and a smoke.

- Mm.
- Be like old times.

"Mount Helicon,

now known as
Grandfather Mountain..."

"Settled in the 1770s
by Highland Scots."

"One nearby settlement
called Fraser's Ridge

"provides yet another example
of a Scottish name

in the surrounding area."

Good boy.

"Fraser's Ridge"?

Is that a cabin
I see before me?

It will be, aye.

Unless ye'd want to live under

moss and grass
the rest of yer days.

The front door, I presume?

Aye, facing south...

Catch the winter's sun.

What will that be there?

That will be a shed for meat.

We'll dig a shallow pit
at the back,

filled with embers
to smoke what we can.

Then we'll make
a rack for drying.

Myers calls it "jerked" meat.

We called it
"jerky" in Boston

and it's damned delicious.

Ian tied our stores up.

What meat we have
will be kept there,

away from animals,
till the shed's built.

- What will this be?
- Oh.

Well, this... this will be
your wee shed, Sassenach,

for your herbs and
physician's knives and such.

And when we have settlers,

ye can bring patients here,
if you wish.

- You've thought of everything.
- Mm.

Christ, the pole's crooked.

The shed will be too.

I canna have a crooked shed.

I hardly think the
deer carcasses will mind.

Uncle Jamie!

Uncle Jamie!

They've returned.

Get behind me.

Oh, my God.

- Hello?
- Brianna?

- Roger?
- Who is it?

Is it too early?
Did I wake ye?

No, no, not at all.
I'm up.

Gayle and I were just gonna
head to a rally in the Common.

Roger?

Oh, my...

How, uh, how are you?

Is everything okay?

Aye, aye.
I'm well.

And you?

Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.

Just busy with school and all.

I was just thinking about you.

You were?

Yeah.

Just...

Wondering if you had
a nice holiday.

Actually, it's next week,
but it's not really a holiday.

I'm just heading up
to Inverness

to get the last of the boxes
from the house.

Fiona was kind enough
to store them for me.

I, uh...

Brianna,

I have some news
about your mother.

- My mother?
- Aye.

Remember the wee book
you gave me at the festival?

Well,
I was flipping through it,

and I saw a line...

Uh, a-a single mention, really,

about a place called
Fraser's Ridge.

So I wrote to the author
to find out more.

And?

Claire found Jamie.

They were reunited.

They lived in North Carolina,

from about 1768
at a settlement

called Fraser's Ridge.

It's not far
from Mount Helicon,

which is now called
Grandfather Mountain.

The place where
the festival was held?

Aye, the same mountain range.

- So they were early Americans?
- Aye.

I have here in front of me
a land grant showing Jamie

received 10,000 acres from
the Governor of North Carolina.

You're kidding.

And a letter from a woman
to her family in England

which mentions a James Fraser
and, quote,

"his wife Claire, a healer."

Bree?
Are you... are you there?

I'm here.
I just...

Roger, I cannot tell you
what this means to me.

Thank you for looking...

despite everything
that happened.

Of course.

Well, I have essays to mark.

Yeah.

Good-bye, Brianna.

Good-bye.

Maybe we could
build somewhere else.

We do have 10,000 acres.

No.

This is the place...

close to the stream where
the earth is tillable

and we're sheltered
from the east wind.

Perhaps we should

move further away from
the shared border, then.

Something as small as
a wee line on a map

didna stop them today.

If they mean to be rid of us,

they'll come no matter
where we settle on this ridge.

And from what ye've told me,

there are Indians
all over these lands.

So, no matter where we settle,
we'll have the same problem.

You remember
the skull I showed you...

the Indian I saw?

I thought that perhaps
he was the one who led us

back to each other,

guided us to this place.

What if it was a warning?

He's someone like me...

someone from the future.

What if he knows that
something bad happens here?

Ghost or not, Sassenach,

I canna tell ye what
it is for me to feel

the rightness of this place.

Wasn't just yer ghost
that brought us here.

The mountain spoke to me.

Trouble is,

I canna speak wi' this tribe,
tell them I mean to honor

the boundary lines,
be a considerate neighbor.

Mm-hmm.

Perhaps you should make
a gesture of goodwill.

Aye.

I'll speak with John Quincy
Myers in the morning.

Shh.

Rollo.

The Cherokee.

Where are they?

They took our meat!

They mean for us to starve.

Here.

It's Finley.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Uncle, look.

This isn't the Cherokee.

This is a bear.

A bear a-roaming, eh?

A fearful sight to behold
if ever I saw one.

Doing more than roaming.
It nearly cost me a horse.

Come to think of it,
the Cherokee did tell me

they'd been visited
by a Tskili Yona.

A what?

Tskili Yona.

"Yona" is their word for bear,

but "tskili,"
I'm less familiar with.

I gather it conjures a notion
of "wickedness" or "evil."

An evil spirit in
the form of a bear,

by my reckoning.

They believe it's a...
a monster?

They certainly believe
it's something more

than a mere bear.

You'll take that meat
since you lost your provisions.

I didna come for charity.
I came for counsel.

And I'll give you some.

Without food in your bellies,

your minds will be empty too.

Huh.

Claire tells me
it's verra tasty.

You'll come by food again
soon enough.

Threats from Cherokee,
however...

well, that's a matter
as requires more thought.

By returning your boundary
posts to you yesterday,

they've given you a message.

Hm.

They didna get
all of them at least.

I was hoping to
make them an offer,

but I dinna ken what exactly.

Tobacco is always welcomed.

And you're in luck...

I obtained a goodly amount
from your aunt.

I'll be happy to oblige you
a portion of it.

I'll only take it
if you allow me to repay you.

And I shall
take it to them at once,

but I dinna ken their customs.

How do you approach them?

When you enter, if you want
to greet them with respect,

say, "Siyo ginali."

Siyo ginali.

Though the Cherokee
are restless just now.

I'm known to them.

Perhaps it's best I take the
tobacco to them on your behalf.

Maybe you're right.
Thank you, John.

Truth be told, that bear may
have been a stroke of fortune.

I'd put off building your cabin
until this matter is resolved.

The Cherokee
gave you a warning.

Next time they might
not be so courteous.

Uncle Jamie will be pleased.

It's a good catch...

apart from the leviathan
that tore through the net.

You mended it yet?

Aye, almost.

Oh.

Good hand for it.

Well, it's akin to knitting.

Ma taught me well.

Ye've to be wary
of yer stitches...

too close together and
ye'll soon run out of yarn.

Too far apart,
and ye'll be walking around

with holes where
ye dinna want them.

I never learned how to knit.

That canna be.
Everyone kens how to clickit.

I can sew a dress or a wound,

but knitting is not something
I was ever taught.

What'd ye do for winter
stockings in Boston then?

I bought them.

Everyone at Lallybroch knits

from the time they can hold
a needle.

- Even Jamie?
- Aye.

Uncle Jamie knitted me a fine
pair of stockings for my baptism.

I'd be happy to teach ye.

When I get my hands
on a skein of wool,

I'll have ye knitting
in no time at all.

At the moment, I'd better
get these ready to cook.

Aye.

I'll look in on Finley.

Do ye suppose the bear
might still be roaming about?

Uh, with any luck,
he's gone back to sleep.

But be careful all the same.

Aye.
You too.

Come, Rollo.

A shame we canna eat wood
or we'd have our supper.

Well, fortunately,

we've plenty of trout.

Ye ken of easier ways
of catching fish.

With that bear around,

I thought I'd see if
I remembered how to shoot.

Seems ye
havena forgotten much.

Dinna think ye packed
yer powder well enough.

I've always marveled how
soldiers could do that

in the heat of battle.

Aye, it's one thing when ye've
all the time in the world...

But when your enemy's
charging at ye...

it's a different
matter entirely.

Uncle Jamie?

- I don't see it.
- Aye.

Maybe we scared it off?

Rollo?

What have ye got?

That's human.

Here!

- Myers.
- What's he doing here?

The bear.

He's been mauled.

Tskili... Yona...

Tskili Yona...

Tskili Yona.

He looks so pale.

I need my medical kit.

We have to get him back
to the shelter now!

Tskili Yona.

Tskili Yona...

He has severe muscle damage.
Ian, hold this.

Apply pressure.

- Where are you going?
- It's still close.

You'll get yourself killed.

Well, if I don't go after it,
it'll come back.

- I'll go with you.
- No.

Stay here and help your auntie.
You understand?

Aye.

I'd have to tie off
his blood vessels.

Hm?

He's been bitten.

Well, what is it?

It wasn't a bear.

Siyo... ginali.

You killed him?

I did.

Tskili Yona.
Tskili Yona.

He's only a man...

not a monster.

Oftentimes, man is monster.

- You knew he was a man?
- Yes.

He lived among us.
He was once a great warrior.

But no more?

He harmed his woman
one year ago.

He laid with her
against her wishes.

That is not our way,
so he was banished,

to live alone in the woods
with no Cherokee.

He did not accept this.

He returned to us
again and again,

but we would not see him.

So he went deep into the woods,

and his mind was lost forever.

Took the form of a bear.

He became Tskili.

He came to us again
this year...

destroying shelters,
stealing food,

but we could not kill
what was already dead to us.

Now there will be
no more trouble from him.

And from you?

Will there be trouble for me...
for my family?

Death follows white men

like the Great Spirit
follows AniYunwiya.

I'm not Tskili.

My family and I wish
to live peacefully.

I give ye my word.

Try to walk a bit every day.

It'll help keep
your strength up.

I'll do whatever
you say, Mistress.

I owe you my life.

We all do...

I didn't wish for you
to be digging a burying ground

before building your cabin.

Ye're welcome to remain
wi' us until ye're well.

Our chief, Nawohali.

He prays that no more blood
is spilled between us.

That is our wish as well.

Yona dihi.

"Yona dihi"?

It means "bear killer."

That is how you will
be known to our people.

"Bear killer"?

Join us.

- Please.
- I'm Giduhwa.

This is my husband's
grandmother, Adawehi.

I'm Claire.

She had a dream about you.

The moon was in the water,

and you became a white raven.

You flew over the water
and swallowed the moon.

The white raven flew back

and laid an egg
in the palm of her hand.

The egg split open,

and there was
a shining stone inside.

She knew this was great magic,

that the stone
could heal sickness.

She's a healer.

A very powerful healer.

My husband's
grandmother says that

you have medicine now,

but you will have more.

When your hair
is white like snow,

you will have
wisdom beyond time.

You must not be troubled.

Death is sent from the gods.

It will not be your fault.

I'm not sure I understand.

Come.

I think this is
the last of them.

Thanks for storing them for me.

What do you think?

It's very...

aye...

So, have you spoken to her?

For all of five minutes
a week ago.

It's a start.

First time since...?

Since my proposal, aye.

And?
How did it go?

Fine... no, I'm not sure if
she was happy to hear from me

or if it was the news
I'd found that her mother,

um...

Took a trip and found
a lost love of hers.

You mean when she went back
in time to find Jamie Fraser?

Back in...

What do you mean?

These walls are no
as thick as you think.

I heard ye in the study
with Claire and Brianna,

speaking of the
legendary Highlander.

Granny was a caller
at the stones.

She led the dances.

I ken all the stories
of people disappearing.

So ye knew?
All this time?

Aye.

I suspected that it would

take its toll on Brianna...

parting from her mother.

Aye, she couldn't stop worrying
about whether Claire found him,

so I kept looking until
I found some proof she had.

Brianna must have
been thrilled.

Aye, she was.

I thought it might be
a new beginning, or...

something, but then...

Ye havena heard from her.

At least she knows.

What?

I wasna sure if
I should show you.

Granny used to help the
Reverend with his research.

I have some of her papers that

I came across when
Ernie and I were unpacking.

- An obituary?
- Aye.

This...

"It is with grief that
the news is received of

"the deaths by fire of
James Mackenzie Fraser...

"and his wife in
a conflagration that

"destroyed the home

on the settlement
of Fraser's Ridge."

The date's smudged...

21st of January,
1770-something.

They received the land
in 1768.

So that means some time
in the next 12 years,

they die.

For all we know,
they died two years after

receiving their land.

They might not have lived
to see it become America.

Brianna will be devastated.

I can't tell her.

But shouldn't
she know the truth?

Her mother's dead, Rog...

She's been dead, Fi,

for over 200 years.

Brianna knows that much.

This...

This will just break
her heart all over again.

Aye.

I supposed ye're right.

What are you doing?

Carrying my wife
over the threshold.

And this'll be the door,

lined with hides
to keep out the cold.

Ah, and over here,

we'll have a wee
pantry and a hearth,

where I'll perform
a hearth blessing.

Perhaps you should start
sooner rather than later.

We need all the help
we can get.

Hm.

We'll build shelves
for our books,

have candles so we can
read at night.

We could put a fine table

in the middle for our dinners.

And over there will be
our bed...

Facing east so we can
watch every sunrise.

It's perfect.

Hello?

Hello, this is Roger Wakefield.

Um, may I speak
with Brianna Randall?

This is Gayle, her roommate.

Is this... the Roger?

Uh, it is I.

Is she at home?

No, no, she's not.

She didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

She went to Scotland.

To Scotland? Why?

To visit her mother.

How long ago?

A couple of weeks ago.

Thought you two would've
seen each other by now.

Roger?

Hello?

Um, thanks, Gayle.

I'll... try her again.