Outlander (2014–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Free Will - full transcript
Previously...
You're not planning to eat
all of that, are you?
No.
I'm going to let it go moldy.
I'm making penicillin,
or at least I'm going to try to.
The time has come
for you to fulfill your oath.
Gather your men.
I want Murtagh Fitzgibbons
and his insurgents
brought to justice.
Do not disappoint me, Colonel.
Roger.
If I call up a militia,
he'll be expected to fight.
He's not ready for that.
- Captain Roger MacKenzie.
- Captain?
Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?
Ooh!
You executed a man
without trial!
Josiah, the hunter.
Abscessed tonsils.
I can remove them.
If Claire does this for ye, lad,
you'll settle at the Ridge?
Do the hunting when I'm away?
Thank ye.
How d'ye ken what to look for?
That is a very good question...
just the sort of question
you should be asking.
Well?
Well, what sort
of teacher would I be
if I simply gave you
all the answers?
Now, how do you think
I know what to look for?
From an experiment?
From a book...
in Boston, perhaps?
They seem to have all sorts of
newfangled ideas and things there.
Yes, they do.
So?
So... the mold is gray or white,
ye said.
Or...
Light blue, sometimes green.
Aye, and we're trying to avoid
dark green and black.
Those are the harmful molds.
And the more food we have,
the more likely we are
to find the kind of mold
that's useful as medicine.
Very good.
And soon we'll start
looking at it
under a microscope.
And what then?
Well, then...
the real work begins.
Jamie and I had tried
in the past and failed
to stop history from happening.
What I was doing now
was different.
I was literally tempting fate,
willing events to happen,
bringing the future forward.
Penicillin was one
of those newfangled things
I hoped would have a place
in the past,
and I was daring history
to try and stop me.
Damn.
Deo gratias.
Jamie.
What are you
thanking the Lord for?
For the sight of you, Sassenach.
- Oh.
- Hmm.
You liked Lieutenant Knox.
I did.
Even though
Ethan provoked him, I...
I didna think he'd act
so vengefully, so recklessly.
You can't feel responsible
for the choices others make.
You made yours
by freeing those men,
and hopefully
it'll make a difference.
That's what I fear.
It willna.
Those men told me
they have an army now.
I saw it with my own eyes.
They're not afraid
to face death.
Right now... Murtagh's safe,
and you're home.
I've missed you.
Everyone will be so happy
to have you back.
I doubt our tenants
would share your sentiments,
at least not those who swore an oath to me.
I, uh...
I must gather a militia,
as many men as I can muster,
return to Hillsborough
with all due speed.
To fight?
I hope not.
Knox sent word,
asked Tryon for reinforcements.
If I can gather enough men...
A show of force to prevent war.
Whatever happens
with the Regulators,
there isn't anything written
about it, as far as I know.
So it can't amount to much.
Well, the man Knox killed might
disagree with the historians
about what it amounts to.
I'm coming with you.
Uh...
if there is a war
with the Regulators...
Then you'll need a physician.
You know, Murtagh, Knox, Tryon,
they've all made their choices.
And I've made mine.
You need my help.
I always have.
And I always will.
Grand-pére!
Germain.
Yer friend Thomas is here.
Take this and share it wi' him.
- Dinna tell yer ma.
- Oh.
I saw Ronnie at the still.
He said you were gathering
the militia.
Aye.
I'm glad ye're here.
Perhaps ye could deliver
a advertisement
to the printer
in Woolam's Creek.
Let me fetch a pen
and some paper.
Commencez.
"Colonel James Fraser,
"in command of a militia company
"for Rowan County,
"raised against the Regulators,
"to all good and able men
"between the age of 16 and 60."
"I'll be passing through
the county"
"commencing on the 21st
of this month"
"to recruit men."
- So soon?
- Aye.
Have them print
a dozen broadsheets.
We'll post them out
to the settlements hereabouts.
I sent Roger Mac to tell
the men o' the Ridge
we'll be leaving in a week.
Ye'll be back
in time to join us.
We'll be taking
yer whisky wi' us,
share it wi' the men who enlist.
It's the finest I've tasted
since leaving Scotland.
I'm grateful, milord.
As am I. Go now.
And hurry home.
We'll gather more men
along the way,
stop in Brownsville first.
- Aye, Colonel.
- Aye, Colonel.
I'm hoping ye willna
need use of it.
Milord.
A letter for you
has arrived from...
Ah, I, uh... I ken who sent it.
Thank ye, lad.
Thank you, Mistress Bug.
And where's Mr. Trouble?
You behave yourself
while we're away.
Have a safe journey.
Keep up your studies.
You may have to sew up
a wound at some point.
So keep practicing
your stitching.
Mm-hmm.
Remember?
Pig flesh is a good substitute
for human tissue.
Exactly.
And I've left you some drawings
of penicillium mold.
So look in the microscope
like I showed you.
- I will.
- Hmm.
Bree, will you help Marsali
with her reading?
Of course.
I'm going to miss you.
I'll write from Hillsborough
if it looks like
we have to stay long.
Bye, Mama.
Take care of yourself.
Reminds me of the time I was
saying good-bye to your father
on the station platform
when I was going off to war.
Mama, this is not
gonna be a war.
I love you.
I love you.
I feel like Scarlett O'Hara,
all the men leaving
the plantations.
You should be honored.
Jamie left you
in charge of the place.
What does that even mean?
Welcome to my world,
where no amount of studying
can prepare you
for what's to come.
Well, I guess that applies
to life in any time.
Oh, there we are.
There's that pioneering spirit
we're looking for.
Push, lads! Push!
One, two, three.
Push!
Well done, lads.
Ronnie, take Evan and fetch
more wood for the fire.
Looks to be a cold night.
Aye, Colonel.
There's, uh, something
I must tell you, Sassenach.
I, uh... couldna tell ye
at the wedding.
Then I left wi' Knox, and...
I wanted to be certain.
Stephen Bonnet is alive.
But the explosion at the jail...
Lord John told me that...
Bonnet's body wasna found
among the rubble.
He made further inquiries...
Confirmed sightings of Bonnet
in Wilmington.
He's smuggling again.
Bree doesn't know, does she?
No.
Well, that's one small blessing.
Aye, when I thought
Black Jack dead,
it allowed me some peace.
Peace from contemplating
revenge.
Half o' me hopes never to see
that bastard Bonnet again.
We'll not have time for drills.
So we need to teach 'em
to fight like Highlanders:
Gather or scatter
on our command.
Aye.
All quiet out there, Colonel.
Cold as charity, though.
Mm.
Fergus and Morton
are guarding the cart
from bears and whatnot.
Coldest damn spring
I can remember.
I can barely feel my bollocks.
Aye, I went for a pish,
but I couldna find it.
Dinna put yer feet to the fire.
Scorch the soles o' your boots
if ye're too close.
See?
Ah, it's better than setting
yer hair on fire.
I dinna think my brother needs
to worry too much about that.
Unlike Roger Mac, eh?
He as furry as a bear.
Aye, I'll go give
Fergus and Morton
the fright of their lives.
What say you, Mac Dubh, eh?
Heads or tails?
Oh. Ah, nae bother, lads.
I'll sleep warm
no matter how I'm laid.
Ooh!
- Hmm?
- That's what you think.
Stop! Thief!
Stop! Thief! Stop!
- No!
- Come here.
No!
Caught him pilfering provisions.
- Josiah?
- This is the hunter?
What are you doing here?
Fergus, can you get him
a blanket?
Josiah... what's wrong?
Wait.
Didn't he have a scar
on his right hand?
Yes, a thief's brand.
He is that.
Speak up, lad.
That's Keziah... my brother.
Look, lad,
there's a bargain between us.
Ye're my tenant.
Ye have my protection.
I have a right to the truth.
Kezzie and I
are indentured to a man
who lives not far from here.
I ran away a year ago.
Wi'out your brother?
It isn't safe for him
in the woods with me.
He can't hear nothing
coming up on him.
I promised to come back for him
when I had a situation
for myself,
which I have now, thanks to you.
So I went back for him
last night.
We made camp in the woods,
and when I woke up...
He has half starving
when I got him, sir.
When he saw your provisions, I...
Ye're welcome to the food, lad.
Jo, more.
He'd like some more.
Of course.
Has he always been deaf?
Since we were five, Mistress.
Our master boxed his ears.
May I have a look?
Will you ask him?
He can read your lips
when you talk, Mistress.
And he knows words,
only he's shy about using 'em.
May I have a look at your ears?
Why isn't he wearing
any breeches?
He took 'em off
in the barn where he slept.
The barn cat
had her kittens on 'em.
When I got him last night,
he said he didn't want
to wake 'em.
Ruptured eardrums.
Surprised they haven't healed.
Though I suspect
that wasn't the only time
your master boxed your ears.
Aye, Mistress.
Have ye any other family, lad?
No.
We came across on a ship with
our parents and our four sisters,
but all of them perished
from illness at sea.
So I'm told.
We were but two.
Mistress said we kent
only our Christian names.
That was the first
Mistress Beardsley.
Beardsley's the name
of the man who bought you.
Aye.
He's an Indian trader.
Ship's captain sold us
for a term of 30 years.
30 years?
And that scar on your hand,
that have anything to do
with your running away?
I stole a cheese in town
and the dairymaid saw me.
Sheriff branded me as a warning,
but if Mr. Beardsley
found out...
You won't send us back to him,
will you, Colonel Fraser?
He beat us bad,
starved us, as ye can see.
I willna send ye back.
But I'll need to purchase
your indenture
so he has no claim on ye.
Is he home, d'ye ken,
or away trading?
I canna say.
But I saw his horse in the barn
when I got my brother.
Be careful, sir.
Captain.
Take these lads
and the rest of the company
and continue to Brownsville.
Fill that muster book of yers
with as many men as ye can.
Ye ken what's at stake here.
I do.
I won't let you down.
Claire and I will go see
this Mr. Beardsley.
I wonder how the dairymaid
could be certain it was Josiah
who stole that cheese.
You think it was Kezzie
but Josiah took the blame?
And the punishment. Aye, mebbe.
He's a brave lad.
Ye must cut that brand
off of him, Sassenach.
There are thieftakers
in these parts.
Will ye do it
like ye did for me?
Of course.
Ah, if we're to buy
his indenture,
we must ensure
he's truly free of his past.
Ah, we're here.
Ho! The house!
Whoa.
You think they've gone
looking for the boy?
Someone's home.
I'll check the barn.
Go away.
Good morning to you, Mistress.
I'm Colonel James Fraser
of Fraser's Ridge.
I must speak with your husband.
Husband's dead.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I must speak with ye, then.
I've found myself in possession
of yer two bond servants,
and I would like to purchase
their indentures.
- I'm certain we can arrange...
- Keep 'em. I got no use for 'em.
Was that him?
Beardsley's dead.
I spoke with his wife.
She told me to keep the lads,
free of charge.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
I need their papers.
If we dinna have
their indentures,
she could change her mind.
Oh, there's something very
strange about this place, Jamie.
We should go.
I'll be quick.
I need those papers.
I don't know where Mr. Beardsley
would have kept their papers.
What about in that...
that desk there?
Why do you keep
the goats indoors?
It's too cold for 'em
in the barn.
Too cold for the goats
but not for the bond servant?
You want them papers or not?
Ay.
Aye, we do.
Christ.
What was that?
Mrs. Beardsley.
Shoo! Out! Come on, out.
Tch. Shoo.
Shoo, shoo.
Stay away from there.
That's just Billy.
We keep him in there
so he doesn't rut
with the others.
Oh, God damn it.
No, stay here. Keep looking.
Go! Tch! Tch! Out! Out!
Maybe he lost the papers.
That smell...
It isn't goat.
I don't smell nothing.
Your husband... when did he die?
A few months ago.
What's upstairs?
Don't go up there!
Sassenach?
Jamie!
Sassenach!
I think we found Mr. Beardsley.
What's wrong with him?
If I had to guess, I would say
he suffered a stroke,
an apoplexy, you'd call it.
He's lying in his own filth.
Aye.
Here, hold this.
Shh. It's all right.
Don't try to talk.
We're here to help you.
He's been lying here for weeks,
if not months.
God's judgment, do ye think?
Not entirely God's. Look.
She's been feeding him
just enough to keep him alive.
In misery.
Is there aught
ye can do for him?
For the apoplexy, no.
But to do a proper assessment,
I need better light.
You said he was dead.
How did this happen?
He chased me,
struck me.
He was in a rage as ever,
of course.
- When?
- A month ago.
Come up here
to get away from him.
He followed me, and then he fell
and lay writhing.
I couldn't move him.
Go prepare some hot water.
We're bringing him down.
Governor Tryon's orders:
All able-bodied men
are asked to join.
His Excellency's militia.
Poor men must bleed
for rich man's gold
and always will, eh?
Their father has gone to his
reward in heaven, or he'd join ye.
My condolences,
Mistress Findlay.
Is there a reward for my sons?
40 shillings each
from the governor's treasury
and two shillings a day
for as long as they serve.
And if they dinna
come out of it?
I'll make sure they come home.
Is that so?
Well, then, Captain MacKenzie,
I'll take yer word for it
that if I lend you my sons,
ye'll send them home safe.
So far as it lies in my power.
Sign the book, lads.
Yes, Ma.
- Name?
- Hugh Findlay.
Lain Og Findlay.
He's covered in bedsores.
His muscles have wasted away.
At least the maggots
have kept his wounds clean.
The man was trading goods.
There are barrels of food
and bundles of furs out there.
Yet he lay where he fell,
cold, starving.
Why'd she no' simply
let him die?
So she could do this.
Can he be healed?
Should ye not be looking
for the indenture papers?
She tried to bleed him
to heal him?
No. Look at his feet.
She burns them over and over,
lets them heal,
and then does it again.
She was torturing him.
I think he understands you,
Sassenach.
Can ye, man?
Did yer wife do this to ye?
Blink once for yes.
What you must have done
to deserve this.
His right foot's gangrenous.
I'll have to amputate soon,
or it'll spread and he'll die.
I need a saw and something
to sterilize it with.
I can cauterize the wound
and then...
We dinna have time, Claire,
to do the surgery
and give him time to heal.
I must rejoin the company
and go on to Hillsborough.
I know, but I can't
leave him like this.
If I can find a way
to make him comfortable enough,
then we can bring him with us
to Brownsville
and find someone there
to look after him.
Then perhaps...
No!
No. Fanny.
No.
She would have saved him.
He should die! I want him to die!
Ye could ha' killed him
at yer leisure!
Why in God's name would ye wait
- until ye had witnesses?
- I didn't want him dead.
I wanted him to die slowly!
You filthy beast!
You dirty, wicked...
I'm his wife. Let him rot!
The babe.
Ugh.
Big push, come on.
That's it.
Here. Okay, one more.
Come on.
Oh!
There we go, little girl.
Here.
Well done.
Jamie.
Ah.
All right.
Now, the afterbirth.
Small push more, all right?
Come on!
That's it.
Well done.
Claire.
Heh.
The baby's skin.
Huh.
It would appear
the baby father's is black.
Let me see her.
You have a beautiful baby girl.
She isn't his.
You hear that, you old bastard?
She isn't yours.
She isn't yours!
Oh, she isn't his.
Do you have any family nearby?
He took me from my fathers
house in Baltimoe
to this place.
I miss Baltimore.
How long ago was that?
Two years... three months,
and five days.
Those are your markings
on the door.
No.
That was Mary Ann, I believe.
That was his first wife?
No.
Mary Ann was his fourth.
You're his fifth?
The others are buried in the
woods under the rowan tree.
I see their ghosts sometimes,
especially Mary Ann.
She tells me things.
He killed them all, you know.
He would have killed me too.
None of us could give him
a baby.
Who is the father,
if you don't mind me asking?
A good man.
Does he live nearby?
He beat us terrible,
me and those boys,
all three of us.
If I c-if I could find
their papers,
I'd give 'em to you.
They deserve some happiness,
I suppose.
So should you
and your baby.
Even though she's born
of her mother's sin?
Yes.
Hopefully she was born
out of love.
She'll need more than love
to get by in this world.
You have the property...
this home.
This place
is her birthright, but...
but to me, it's naught
but ugliness and evil.
We will take your husband with us to town.
He can't harm you anymore.
You're a mother now.
Having a baby...
doesn't make me a mother
any more than sleeping in a
stable makes someone a horse.
Maybe when you name her...
I'm so sorry.
I forgot to ask you your name.
It's Frances.
My mother used to call me Fanny.
It's supposed to mean "free."
And your name is... Sassenach.
Only to my husband.
You can call me Claire.
Shh.
How long
will ye have to stay here?
A day or two at the least.
We'll need to find someone
to look in on them.
I know you're anxious
to get going.
What will we do about him?
Oh, I don't know.
As a doctor, I can't
walk away, but...
I'm not sure
you owe him anything.
Well, they are our neighbors.
What kind of world is this
to bring a baby into?
The only world.
No, it isn't.
Jamie...
I want Brianna and Roger
to go back to their own time
as soon as they know
if Jemmy can travel.
It's safer for them there,
for Jemmy especially.
Roger feels the same way.
He wants to take them home.
Of course he does.
Your penicillin will make it
safer for them here, will it not?
Only from infection.
Well, perhaps it would be
safer in your time.
But they would be
without their family,
without their blood.
Come...
Put these thoughts away.
Sleep.
What is it?
Fanny?
- The baby?
- Still here.
Where could she have gone?
I'll look outside.
Oh, shh.
Her horse is gone.
Mebbe she's gone to find help.
She's not coming back.
She left these with the baby.
The deed.
And indenture papers.
She means for us to keep her.
We'll have goat's milk
for the journey.
Hopefully there'll be
a nursing mother
in Brownsville.
And we'll seek Mrs. Beardsley
as we travel.
We won't find her.
What do we do about him?
Take the bairn outside.
Dinna come back
until I call for ye.
- Jamie...
- I would do it for a dog, Claire.
Could I do less for him?
Go.
Let it be his choice, his will.
If or if not,
I will call for ye.
Blink once for yes,
twice for no.
Do ye understand?
Yer wife is gone.
Ye ken the child isna yers.
My wife is a healer,
says you suffered an apoplexy,
canna be cured of it.
Your foot is putrid.
If it's not taken off,
ye'll rot and die.
D'ye understand?
Would ye have her take your foot
and tend to your wounds?
Do you ask me to take yer life?
By all accounts,
you are a wicked man.
I have no wish to send a soul to hell.
Will ye pray for forgiveness?
Then may God forgive us both.
I thought apoplexy
killed a man outright.
Never thought to ask Jenny
if my father suffered.
She would have told you.
Perhaps.
She would have.
Swear to me, Claire...
if it should one day
fall to my lot
as it did to my father...
swear to me that ye will give me the
same mercy that I gave that wretch.
I'll do what must be done.
You're not planning to eat
all of that, are you?
No.
I'm going to let it go moldy.
I'm making penicillin,
or at least I'm going to try to.
The time has come
for you to fulfill your oath.
Gather your men.
I want Murtagh Fitzgibbons
and his insurgents
brought to justice.
Do not disappoint me, Colonel.
Roger.
If I call up a militia,
he'll be expected to fight.
He's not ready for that.
- Captain Roger MacKenzie.
- Captain?
Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?
Ooh!
You executed a man
without trial!
Josiah, the hunter.
Abscessed tonsils.
I can remove them.
If Claire does this for ye, lad,
you'll settle at the Ridge?
Do the hunting when I'm away?
Thank ye.
How d'ye ken what to look for?
That is a very good question...
just the sort of question
you should be asking.
Well?
Well, what sort
of teacher would I be
if I simply gave you
all the answers?
Now, how do you think
I know what to look for?
From an experiment?
From a book...
in Boston, perhaps?
They seem to have all sorts of
newfangled ideas and things there.
Yes, they do.
So?
So... the mold is gray or white,
ye said.
Or...
Light blue, sometimes green.
Aye, and we're trying to avoid
dark green and black.
Those are the harmful molds.
And the more food we have,
the more likely we are
to find the kind of mold
that's useful as medicine.
Very good.
And soon we'll start
looking at it
under a microscope.
And what then?
Well, then...
the real work begins.
Jamie and I had tried
in the past and failed
to stop history from happening.
What I was doing now
was different.
I was literally tempting fate,
willing events to happen,
bringing the future forward.
Penicillin was one
of those newfangled things
I hoped would have a place
in the past,
and I was daring history
to try and stop me.
Damn.
Deo gratias.
Jamie.
What are you
thanking the Lord for?
For the sight of you, Sassenach.
- Oh.
- Hmm.
You liked Lieutenant Knox.
I did.
Even though
Ethan provoked him, I...
I didna think he'd act
so vengefully, so recklessly.
You can't feel responsible
for the choices others make.
You made yours
by freeing those men,
and hopefully
it'll make a difference.
That's what I fear.
It willna.
Those men told me
they have an army now.
I saw it with my own eyes.
They're not afraid
to face death.
Right now... Murtagh's safe,
and you're home.
I've missed you.
Everyone will be so happy
to have you back.
I doubt our tenants
would share your sentiments,
at least not those who swore an oath to me.
I, uh...
I must gather a militia,
as many men as I can muster,
return to Hillsborough
with all due speed.
To fight?
I hope not.
Knox sent word,
asked Tryon for reinforcements.
If I can gather enough men...
A show of force to prevent war.
Whatever happens
with the Regulators,
there isn't anything written
about it, as far as I know.
So it can't amount to much.
Well, the man Knox killed might
disagree with the historians
about what it amounts to.
I'm coming with you.
Uh...
if there is a war
with the Regulators...
Then you'll need a physician.
You know, Murtagh, Knox, Tryon,
they've all made their choices.
And I've made mine.
You need my help.
I always have.
And I always will.
Grand-pére!
Germain.
Yer friend Thomas is here.
Take this and share it wi' him.
- Dinna tell yer ma.
- Oh.
I saw Ronnie at the still.
He said you were gathering
the militia.
Aye.
I'm glad ye're here.
Perhaps ye could deliver
a advertisement
to the printer
in Woolam's Creek.
Let me fetch a pen
and some paper.
Commencez.
"Colonel James Fraser,
"in command of a militia company
"for Rowan County,
"raised against the Regulators,
"to all good and able men
"between the age of 16 and 60."
"I'll be passing through
the county"
"commencing on the 21st
of this month"
"to recruit men."
- So soon?
- Aye.
Have them print
a dozen broadsheets.
We'll post them out
to the settlements hereabouts.
I sent Roger Mac to tell
the men o' the Ridge
we'll be leaving in a week.
Ye'll be back
in time to join us.
We'll be taking
yer whisky wi' us,
share it wi' the men who enlist.
It's the finest I've tasted
since leaving Scotland.
I'm grateful, milord.
As am I. Go now.
And hurry home.
We'll gather more men
along the way,
stop in Brownsville first.
- Aye, Colonel.
- Aye, Colonel.
I'm hoping ye willna
need use of it.
Milord.
A letter for you
has arrived from...
Ah, I, uh... I ken who sent it.
Thank ye, lad.
Thank you, Mistress Bug.
And where's Mr. Trouble?
You behave yourself
while we're away.
Have a safe journey.
Keep up your studies.
You may have to sew up
a wound at some point.
So keep practicing
your stitching.
Mm-hmm.
Remember?
Pig flesh is a good substitute
for human tissue.
Exactly.
And I've left you some drawings
of penicillium mold.
So look in the microscope
like I showed you.
- I will.
- Hmm.
Bree, will you help Marsali
with her reading?
Of course.
I'm going to miss you.
I'll write from Hillsborough
if it looks like
we have to stay long.
Bye, Mama.
Take care of yourself.
Reminds me of the time I was
saying good-bye to your father
on the station platform
when I was going off to war.
Mama, this is not
gonna be a war.
I love you.
I love you.
I feel like Scarlett O'Hara,
all the men leaving
the plantations.
You should be honored.
Jamie left you
in charge of the place.
What does that even mean?
Welcome to my world,
where no amount of studying
can prepare you
for what's to come.
Well, I guess that applies
to life in any time.
Oh, there we are.
There's that pioneering spirit
we're looking for.
Push, lads! Push!
One, two, three.
Push!
Well done, lads.
Ronnie, take Evan and fetch
more wood for the fire.
Looks to be a cold night.
Aye, Colonel.
There's, uh, something
I must tell you, Sassenach.
I, uh... couldna tell ye
at the wedding.
Then I left wi' Knox, and...
I wanted to be certain.
Stephen Bonnet is alive.
But the explosion at the jail...
Lord John told me that...
Bonnet's body wasna found
among the rubble.
He made further inquiries...
Confirmed sightings of Bonnet
in Wilmington.
He's smuggling again.
Bree doesn't know, does she?
No.
Well, that's one small blessing.
Aye, when I thought
Black Jack dead,
it allowed me some peace.
Peace from contemplating
revenge.
Half o' me hopes never to see
that bastard Bonnet again.
We'll not have time for drills.
So we need to teach 'em
to fight like Highlanders:
Gather or scatter
on our command.
Aye.
All quiet out there, Colonel.
Cold as charity, though.
Mm.
Fergus and Morton
are guarding the cart
from bears and whatnot.
Coldest damn spring
I can remember.
I can barely feel my bollocks.
Aye, I went for a pish,
but I couldna find it.
Dinna put yer feet to the fire.
Scorch the soles o' your boots
if ye're too close.
See?
Ah, it's better than setting
yer hair on fire.
I dinna think my brother needs
to worry too much about that.
Unlike Roger Mac, eh?
He as furry as a bear.
Aye, I'll go give
Fergus and Morton
the fright of their lives.
What say you, Mac Dubh, eh?
Heads or tails?
Oh. Ah, nae bother, lads.
I'll sleep warm
no matter how I'm laid.
Ooh!
- Hmm?
- That's what you think.
Stop! Thief!
Stop! Thief! Stop!
- No!
- Come here.
No!
Caught him pilfering provisions.
- Josiah?
- This is the hunter?
What are you doing here?
Fergus, can you get him
a blanket?
Josiah... what's wrong?
Wait.
Didn't he have a scar
on his right hand?
Yes, a thief's brand.
He is that.
Speak up, lad.
That's Keziah... my brother.
Look, lad,
there's a bargain between us.
Ye're my tenant.
Ye have my protection.
I have a right to the truth.
Kezzie and I
are indentured to a man
who lives not far from here.
I ran away a year ago.
Wi'out your brother?
It isn't safe for him
in the woods with me.
He can't hear nothing
coming up on him.
I promised to come back for him
when I had a situation
for myself,
which I have now, thanks to you.
So I went back for him
last night.
We made camp in the woods,
and when I woke up...
He has half starving
when I got him, sir.
When he saw your provisions, I...
Ye're welcome to the food, lad.
Jo, more.
He'd like some more.
Of course.
Has he always been deaf?
Since we were five, Mistress.
Our master boxed his ears.
May I have a look?
Will you ask him?
He can read your lips
when you talk, Mistress.
And he knows words,
only he's shy about using 'em.
May I have a look at your ears?
Why isn't he wearing
any breeches?
He took 'em off
in the barn where he slept.
The barn cat
had her kittens on 'em.
When I got him last night,
he said he didn't want
to wake 'em.
Ruptured eardrums.
Surprised they haven't healed.
Though I suspect
that wasn't the only time
your master boxed your ears.
Aye, Mistress.
Have ye any other family, lad?
No.
We came across on a ship with
our parents and our four sisters,
but all of them perished
from illness at sea.
So I'm told.
We were but two.
Mistress said we kent
only our Christian names.
That was the first
Mistress Beardsley.
Beardsley's the name
of the man who bought you.
Aye.
He's an Indian trader.
Ship's captain sold us
for a term of 30 years.
30 years?
And that scar on your hand,
that have anything to do
with your running away?
I stole a cheese in town
and the dairymaid saw me.
Sheriff branded me as a warning,
but if Mr. Beardsley
found out...
You won't send us back to him,
will you, Colonel Fraser?
He beat us bad,
starved us, as ye can see.
I willna send ye back.
But I'll need to purchase
your indenture
so he has no claim on ye.
Is he home, d'ye ken,
or away trading?
I canna say.
But I saw his horse in the barn
when I got my brother.
Be careful, sir.
Captain.
Take these lads
and the rest of the company
and continue to Brownsville.
Fill that muster book of yers
with as many men as ye can.
Ye ken what's at stake here.
I do.
I won't let you down.
Claire and I will go see
this Mr. Beardsley.
I wonder how the dairymaid
could be certain it was Josiah
who stole that cheese.
You think it was Kezzie
but Josiah took the blame?
And the punishment. Aye, mebbe.
He's a brave lad.
Ye must cut that brand
off of him, Sassenach.
There are thieftakers
in these parts.
Will ye do it
like ye did for me?
Of course.
Ah, if we're to buy
his indenture,
we must ensure
he's truly free of his past.
Ah, we're here.
Ho! The house!
Whoa.
You think they've gone
looking for the boy?
Someone's home.
I'll check the barn.
Go away.
Good morning to you, Mistress.
I'm Colonel James Fraser
of Fraser's Ridge.
I must speak with your husband.
Husband's dead.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I must speak with ye, then.
I've found myself in possession
of yer two bond servants,
and I would like to purchase
their indentures.
- I'm certain we can arrange...
- Keep 'em. I got no use for 'em.
Was that him?
Beardsley's dead.
I spoke with his wife.
She told me to keep the lads,
free of charge.
Well, that's good, isn't it?
I need their papers.
If we dinna have
their indentures,
she could change her mind.
Oh, there's something very
strange about this place, Jamie.
We should go.
I'll be quick.
I need those papers.
I don't know where Mr. Beardsley
would have kept their papers.
What about in that...
that desk there?
Why do you keep
the goats indoors?
It's too cold for 'em
in the barn.
Too cold for the goats
but not for the bond servant?
You want them papers or not?
Ay.
Aye, we do.
Christ.
What was that?
Mrs. Beardsley.
Shoo! Out! Come on, out.
Tch. Shoo.
Shoo, shoo.
Stay away from there.
That's just Billy.
We keep him in there
so he doesn't rut
with the others.
Oh, God damn it.
No, stay here. Keep looking.
Go! Tch! Tch! Out! Out!
Maybe he lost the papers.
That smell...
It isn't goat.
I don't smell nothing.
Your husband... when did he die?
A few months ago.
What's upstairs?
Don't go up there!
Sassenach?
Jamie!
Sassenach!
I think we found Mr. Beardsley.
What's wrong with him?
If I had to guess, I would say
he suffered a stroke,
an apoplexy, you'd call it.
He's lying in his own filth.
Aye.
Here, hold this.
Shh. It's all right.
Don't try to talk.
We're here to help you.
He's been lying here for weeks,
if not months.
God's judgment, do ye think?
Not entirely God's. Look.
She's been feeding him
just enough to keep him alive.
In misery.
Is there aught
ye can do for him?
For the apoplexy, no.
But to do a proper assessment,
I need better light.
You said he was dead.
How did this happen?
He chased me,
struck me.
He was in a rage as ever,
of course.
- When?
- A month ago.
Come up here
to get away from him.
He followed me, and then he fell
and lay writhing.
I couldn't move him.
Go prepare some hot water.
We're bringing him down.
Governor Tryon's orders:
All able-bodied men
are asked to join.
His Excellency's militia.
Poor men must bleed
for rich man's gold
and always will, eh?
Their father has gone to his
reward in heaven, or he'd join ye.
My condolences,
Mistress Findlay.
Is there a reward for my sons?
40 shillings each
from the governor's treasury
and two shillings a day
for as long as they serve.
And if they dinna
come out of it?
I'll make sure they come home.
Is that so?
Well, then, Captain MacKenzie,
I'll take yer word for it
that if I lend you my sons,
ye'll send them home safe.
So far as it lies in my power.
Sign the book, lads.
Yes, Ma.
- Name?
- Hugh Findlay.
Lain Og Findlay.
He's covered in bedsores.
His muscles have wasted away.
At least the maggots
have kept his wounds clean.
The man was trading goods.
There are barrels of food
and bundles of furs out there.
Yet he lay where he fell,
cold, starving.
Why'd she no' simply
let him die?
So she could do this.
Can he be healed?
Should ye not be looking
for the indenture papers?
She tried to bleed him
to heal him?
No. Look at his feet.
She burns them over and over,
lets them heal,
and then does it again.
She was torturing him.
I think he understands you,
Sassenach.
Can ye, man?
Did yer wife do this to ye?
Blink once for yes.
What you must have done
to deserve this.
His right foot's gangrenous.
I'll have to amputate soon,
or it'll spread and he'll die.
I need a saw and something
to sterilize it with.
I can cauterize the wound
and then...
We dinna have time, Claire,
to do the surgery
and give him time to heal.
I must rejoin the company
and go on to Hillsborough.
I know, but I can't
leave him like this.
If I can find a way
to make him comfortable enough,
then we can bring him with us
to Brownsville
and find someone there
to look after him.
Then perhaps...
No!
No. Fanny.
No.
She would have saved him.
He should die! I want him to die!
Ye could ha' killed him
at yer leisure!
Why in God's name would ye wait
- until ye had witnesses?
- I didn't want him dead.
I wanted him to die slowly!
You filthy beast!
You dirty, wicked...
I'm his wife. Let him rot!
The babe.
Ugh.
Big push, come on.
That's it.
Here. Okay, one more.
Come on.
Oh!
There we go, little girl.
Here.
Well done.
Jamie.
Ah.
All right.
Now, the afterbirth.
Small push more, all right?
Come on!
That's it.
Well done.
Claire.
Heh.
The baby's skin.
Huh.
It would appear
the baby father's is black.
Let me see her.
You have a beautiful baby girl.
She isn't his.
You hear that, you old bastard?
She isn't yours.
She isn't yours!
Oh, she isn't his.
Do you have any family nearby?
He took me from my fathers
house in Baltimoe
to this place.
I miss Baltimore.
How long ago was that?
Two years... three months,
and five days.
Those are your markings
on the door.
No.
That was Mary Ann, I believe.
That was his first wife?
No.
Mary Ann was his fourth.
You're his fifth?
The others are buried in the
woods under the rowan tree.
I see their ghosts sometimes,
especially Mary Ann.
She tells me things.
He killed them all, you know.
He would have killed me too.
None of us could give him
a baby.
Who is the father,
if you don't mind me asking?
A good man.
Does he live nearby?
He beat us terrible,
me and those boys,
all three of us.
If I c-if I could find
their papers,
I'd give 'em to you.
They deserve some happiness,
I suppose.
So should you
and your baby.
Even though she's born
of her mother's sin?
Yes.
Hopefully she was born
out of love.
She'll need more than love
to get by in this world.
You have the property...
this home.
This place
is her birthright, but...
but to me, it's naught
but ugliness and evil.
We will take your husband with us to town.
He can't harm you anymore.
You're a mother now.
Having a baby...
doesn't make me a mother
any more than sleeping in a
stable makes someone a horse.
Maybe when you name her...
I'm so sorry.
I forgot to ask you your name.
It's Frances.
My mother used to call me Fanny.
It's supposed to mean "free."
And your name is... Sassenach.
Only to my husband.
You can call me Claire.
Shh.
How long
will ye have to stay here?
A day or two at the least.
We'll need to find someone
to look in on them.
I know you're anxious
to get going.
What will we do about him?
Oh, I don't know.
As a doctor, I can't
walk away, but...
I'm not sure
you owe him anything.
Well, they are our neighbors.
What kind of world is this
to bring a baby into?
The only world.
No, it isn't.
Jamie...
I want Brianna and Roger
to go back to their own time
as soon as they know
if Jemmy can travel.
It's safer for them there,
for Jemmy especially.
Roger feels the same way.
He wants to take them home.
Of course he does.
Your penicillin will make it
safer for them here, will it not?
Only from infection.
Well, perhaps it would be
safer in your time.
But they would be
without their family,
without their blood.
Come...
Put these thoughts away.
Sleep.
What is it?
Fanny?
- The baby?
- Still here.
Where could she have gone?
I'll look outside.
Oh, shh.
Her horse is gone.
Mebbe she's gone to find help.
She's not coming back.
She left these with the baby.
The deed.
And indenture papers.
She means for us to keep her.
We'll have goat's milk
for the journey.
Hopefully there'll be
a nursing mother
in Brownsville.
And we'll seek Mrs. Beardsley
as we travel.
We won't find her.
What do we do about him?
Take the bairn outside.
Dinna come back
until I call for ye.
- Jamie...
- I would do it for a dog, Claire.
Could I do less for him?
Go.
Let it be his choice, his will.
If or if not,
I will call for ye.
Blink once for yes,
twice for no.
Do ye understand?
Yer wife is gone.
Ye ken the child isna yers.
My wife is a healer,
says you suffered an apoplexy,
canna be cured of it.
Your foot is putrid.
If it's not taken off,
ye'll rot and die.
D'ye understand?
Would ye have her take your foot
and tend to your wounds?
Do you ask me to take yer life?
By all accounts,
you are a wicked man.
I have no wish to send a soul to hell.
Will ye pray for forgiveness?
Then may God forgive us both.
I thought apoplexy
killed a man outright.
Never thought to ask Jenny
if my father suffered.
She would have told you.
Perhaps.
She would have.
Swear to me, Claire...
if it should one day
fall to my lot
as it did to my father...
swear to me that ye will give me the
same mercy that I gave that wretch.
I'll do what must be done.