Outlander (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 1 - #DUPE# - full transcript
♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪
Time is marked and
measured in different ways.
Ye dinna see
any changes, do ye, Sassenach?
No.
You're still you.
The colors of our lives
were changing.
You're just...
I love you too.
We're going to call her
Felicity.
Oh.
Josiah, a hunter.
That's Keziah, my brother.
- Sure I'm boring you, Miss...
- Lizzie.
Is time God's eternal web...
- Huh.
- It's broken.
He can travel.
...the mildest touch
setting off vibrations
that echo through the eons...
- What are you?
- I come from another time.
...willing events to happen,
bringing the future forward?
I change the future every time
I save a person's life here.
So time, space,
history be damned.
There are things that someone
might be able to change,
something between a man
and his wife.
Wherever you are,
you make choices...
It is evident that the mood
in the American colonies
grows darker by the day.
I feel a storm coming.
You are blood of my blood,
bone of my bone.
...foolish ones...
In another lifetime,
you and I might've had
more time.
...or ones that save
yourself or someone else.
Dinna be afraid...
Doesna hurt a bit to die.
I've paid my debt,
and I'm finished
with my obligation to you
and to the Crown.
You may have
your coat back, sir.
All you can hope for...
Now, we have
taken it upon ourselves
to form a committee of safety.
...is that the good
will outweigh the harm
that may come of it.
What's the meaning of this?
Mama won't wake up.
- S-she's breathing.
- Claire!
At the still, that was you.
Aren't you the clever one,
Dr. Rawlings?
Who's next for a go
with the hedge whore?
You are alive. You are whole.
Kill them all.
Give anything enough time,
and everything
is taken care of...
I will watch you burn in hell
before I let you harm
another soul in this house.
...all pain encompassed,
all hardship erased,
all loss subsumed.
I brought you your brother.
Lionel,
he reaped what he sowed,
and you did what you must,
as will I, when the time comes.
And if time
is anything akin to God,
I suppose that memory...
must be the devil.
♪ ♪
Here we are!
My Protestant friends, we shall
feast and be merry tonight!
If the Lord provides
for the lowliest sparrow...
...what will He not do for us?
See? I warned you about
that sermonizing bastard.
Aye.
Now that you're here wi' us,
perhaps you can reason
wi' him.
Why would he listen to me?
'Cause ye're Mac Dubh.
If anyone can put him
in his place, it's you.
♪ ♪
Carry on.
But, Mac Dubh,
you canna let him away wi' it.
My faithful subjects,
how can we bear this injustice?
We must have provisions
if we are to travel on
to Culloden
to face the British army.
Got to keep our strength up!
Will someone
shut that old fool up?
Leave him alone. He's harmless.
Dinna fear,
Your Royal Highness.
I'll fetch one for ye.
Thank you,
young James, most gracious.
Of course, Sire.
Rise at once!
A true and loyal soldier
bows to his future king,
his Bonnie Prince.
- You old fool! Get up, James.
- Hear, hear!
You're a soldier
in the army of the Lord,
- even if you are a damn papist.
We're all prisoners here,
but you Catholics...
There you go.
Accept that Scotland's fate
lies in the hands
of a Protestant king!
Bunch of heathens!
Stop!
Stop it!
Back!
Get back! No!
- Back!
What is keeping you
from eating, Mr. Christie?
I'm certain it isn't
a lack of appetite.
Perhaps you think it
impertinent of me
not to have asked our fellow
here to dine with us.
Of course not, sir.
He's no different
from the rest of them.
I've done nothing.
I have no wish to be here, sir.
Good. With respect,
I don't want to have to see
or hear of you more
than is strictly necessary.
The feeling is mutual,
Governor.
Hmm.
But when I hear reports of
a James bowing in homage to--
Not this James, sir.
'Twas the young lad,
James McCready.
Huh.
Yes, I shouldn't have thought
the infamous Red Jamie
would do such a thing.
But you must be wondering
why I requested
your presence here, Mr. Fraser.
Please, sit.
As I said, I've done nothing.
I wanted to introduce myself
and to remind you both...
of the civility that I expect,
that which is preventing
Mr. Christie here
from taking the first bite--
the knowledge
that I am your superior.
I cannot have
prisoners rioting
or bowing to one another
like lairds.
It's a flagrant disrespect
for rank and order,
an insult to
His Majesty's army and to me.
If I may, Governor.
Old Charlie
is not of sound mind.
And I believe myself to be
above consorting with madmen
or degenerate prisoners!
There is nothing stopping me
from doing as I wish,
not even the thin veil
of courtesy between us.
You are educated, Mr. Christie,
a man I can reason with.
I know the men respect you
as a soldier.
We were both
on Culloden moor that day.
And now we're here, hmm,
making the best of things.
But my captain tells me
your arrival here
has, uh, excited the men.
Do nothing
to further aggravate them.
Well, then...
how shall the men be punished
for their behavior, hmm?
I believe they must be taught
a lesson, Governor.
Another day
of hard labor tomorrow...
for all but the two of you.
Consider it a welcome,
Mr. Fraser.
♪ ♪
The guards
will escort you back.
♪ ♪
Go.
Go.
♪ ♪
S-sorry. S-sorry.
I-I didn't mean to.
I've slowly been losing
my sight.
What are you doing?
I'm looking
for a lock of hair.
It fell out
when the guards found this.
My...
my Rebecca gave it to me.
Probably long gone, lad.
I'm...
I'm forgetting her face.
Is... is that what you did?
I heard the men say
your wife was gone and...
♪ ♪
Mr. Christie tells me
to put my mind on God instead.
♪ ♪
Do you think it's all been
for nothing,
what we've been through?
If there's a chance
she's waiting for you...
then no.
What we have known...
some never will.
'Tisna just nor fair,
but it's eternal.
And it's ours.
♪ ♪
If she loves you
as you love her...
she's always wi' ye, lad.
♪ ♪
Bring her to mind.
She'll come.
♪ ♪
This wall, it will shelter us
from the traitors
when we face them
on the battlefield.
Ah, it depends who you think
the traitors are, Charlie.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you helping?
You heard
what the governor said.
Doing what I can
to get us out of here
so I can serve my time
in peace.
And if you had
a soul worth a damn,
since you keep preaching to us
about them, you'd do the same.
Him, lend a hand to help
a lowly Jacobite?
He'd rather see you fall
at his feet
and spit at you
while you're down there.
- Don't tempt me.
- Doesna matter.
You willna break our spirits,
Christie!
Once a Jacobite,
forever a Jacobite!
Eh, Mac Dubh?
♪ Cope sent
A challenge frae Dunbar ♪
♪ Said, "Charlie, meet me
An' ye daur ♪
♪ "I'll learn ye
The airt o' war ♪
♪ If ye'll meet me
I' the mornin'" ♪
♪ Hey, Johnnie Cope
Are ye wauking yet? ♪
I bet ye dinna ken the
words to this one, Christie!
You'll all be damned!
♪ The gang the coals
I' the mornin' ♪
Get these men in line,
Christie!
- Silence! For the love of God!
♪ My merry men ♪
♪ And we'll meet Johnnie Cope
In the mornin' ♪
The Lord is my strength
and my sword!
He has become my salvation!
And I will exalt him!
Come on!
♪ ♪
For the love of God, stop!
Stop!
♪ ♪
Enough!
He's dead.
A wee bit of tartan
for your journey onwards,
my dear boy.
And where did this come from,
you riotous scum?
You know it's forbidden,
outlawed!
If my superiors
caught wind of this...
Was it the boy's?
I can't punish him, can I?
He's already dead.
One of you had better speak up,
or I'll flog
the lot of you myself!
It's mine.
♪ ♪
It's my tartan.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
That wasn't justice.
Was it not?
- Get up!
Time to go!
James McCready has died.
♪ ♪
No one will be working today.
♪ ♪
Christie said
you'd be a troublemaker,
and here we are.
I have no quarrel with him,
though he appears
to have one with me.
Naturally,
you being a Jacobite
and him being a...
a more decent sort.
All I want
is to be left alone...
to serve my time.
Then why do you defy my orders?
A life was lost.
The men here are divided.
All of Scotland's been
torn apart by this rebellion.
Some here follow Christie
'cause he told them
if they changed their beliefs,
they willna feel afraid.
Hmm.
But the fear is still there.
They need food and medicine.
And they also need some peace.
♪ ♪
I think you want
the same thing as me...
to fulfill your duty...
move on to greener pastures.
I saw you and Christie...
yer greetin'.
Make me a Freemason.
♪ ♪
Why?
Have you no regard
for your pope?
You'd be excommunicated.
The pope isna here
with me and my men.
Any man can be a Mason,
so long as he believes
in a supreme being,
as I do.
♪ ♪
But why do you want this?
♪ ♪
The men...
they will listen to me.
♪ ♪
We'll have no more
of this senseless fighting.
Catholics versus Protestants.
We may not be stone masons,
but we are, all of us, Scots.
From now on,
this prison will be a lodge,
and we will be Freemasons,
united by our belief
in the Great Architect
of the Universe.
But any talk of politics
or religion is forbidden.
Who will join me?
Fraser!
The governor will
see you for luncheon, now.
Go on, Mac Dubh.
Mebbe we'll have things
a bit better.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪
♪ Say, could that lad ♪
♪ Be I? ♪
♪ Merry of soul ♪
♪ He 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 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 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Claire?
Claire?
♪ ♪
Claire!
Claire, wake up! Claire!
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,
Jamie.
You scared me.
I find you here
barely breathing,
thinking you've gone
to meet Christ Himself,
and I'm the one scaring you?
Oh.
I'm all right.
Better than all right,
actually.
It worked.
I was only out
for three to four minutes.
What the devil
are you talking about?
We don't have to rely
on whisky or laudanum anymore.
Something to confess,
Sassenach?
Yes.
I've re-created anesthetic.
It's called ether.
And it sent you to sleep?
Something deeper than sleep.
What does that feel like?
Well, that's the beauty of it.
You don't feel a thing.
Is it safe?
Well, it's safer
than dying in agony
of a ruptured appendix.
No, w-with ether, now I could
operate on a patient,
and, well, they wouldn't feel
a thing, well, not until--
Until they wake up, hmm.
Well, that doesn't sound very
good to me, Sassenach.
No?
It's bloody marvelous.
It would be a shame
not to feel anything.
This isn't standard treatment
for all my patients.
- Well, I hope not.
Shame we can't put everyone
to sleep for 100 years
but the two of us.
And stop time.
- Wouldn't that be lovely?
- Mm.
Wait for this war to be over.
Forget about the Browns,
their committee of safety.
Keep to ourselves.
♪ ♪
- Ah, could we do that?
- Hmm.
Major MacDonald has asked me
to be an Indian agent,
to act as a representative
for the Crown
with the Cherokee hereabouts
and to improve relations
with our Indian neighbors.
Oh, they want you
to convince them
to keep fighting for the king.
Hmm.
New governor, same thumb.
I'll tell him no.
Good. I'd best go
and look in on Marsali.
♪ ♪
I am all right, you know.
Aye, I ken.
It's...
I take pleasure
in the sight of you is all.
♪ ♪
You've been like my shadow
ever since...
♪ ♪
Are you going to accompany me
on every home visit
from now to kingdom come?
And long after that, Sassenach.
♪ ♪
I swear Mrs. Bug has a knack
for hiding parcels.
Right, then, tea or coffee?
Whatever you can find, I guess.
Ah.
Imagine how many good cuppas
are gonna be tossed
into that bloody harbor.
Hey, whose side are you on?
Oh, don't forget your mother and
I were both on the losing side.
Oh, you know,
I haven't forgotten.
But now that you're here,
I mean, you're obviously
a patriot, right?
Well, of course.
If America
doesn't become America,
who knows what that world'll
look like?
Hmm.
World War I, World War II,
how might they play out?
Oh...
it's really starting to hit me.
The clock is ticking.
I know.
What can we do?
♪ ♪
Here we go,
up and away with Granddad.
♪ ♪
Are we explorers?
Are you ready to go
wherever the wind takes us?
Germain,
hold on to your sister.
♪ ♪
- Fergus away at the still?
- Aye.
Canna seem to keep him away.
He wants it back as it was.
Well, they'll have
to be patient.
Like all things,
good whisky takes time.
So has the baby been moving
much these last few days?
No, not as much as he was.
But they don't really, do they?
Not when they're nearly ready.
I mean, Joanie
lay there like the dea--
like a millstone, I mean--
the night before
the waters broke.
They often do that--
rest up
before their grand entrance.
I've just...
I've been clumsy of late.
Wee bit tired is all.
Well, have you been having
any pain in your belly
- or any bleeding at all?
- No.
Right, well...
we'd best keep a careful eye
on you at this late stage.
Make sure Fergus looks
after you when he's at home.
You shouldn't be running around
after the little ones
and doing all
the housework as well.
♪ ♪
Can I help you?
Ah.
Good day.
And who might you be?
I might ask you the same thing
since you knocked the door.
I was given to understand
that this
is Fraser's Ridge, so...
I'm Roger MacKenzie.
I'm Mr. Fraser's son-in-law.
Mm, might I speak
with Mr. Fraser, then?
I'm afraid he and
his wife are out at present.
Please, come in.
Perhaps I can be of service
to you, Mr....
Thomas Christie.
Yes, perhaps you may,
Mr. MacKenzie.
I was told that Mr. Fraser
might be in a position
to put
something suitable my way.
Found it in the back--
Uh, this is Brianna MacKenzie,
my wife.
Brianna, this is Mr. Christie.
Nice to meet you.
Uh, my son and daughter
have come with me, too,
and a-and a few others--
fisherfolk
from the old country.
I've left them a few miles
up the river
so that I could speak
with Mr. Fraser first.
They, uh...
they had nowhere to go,
but, uh, well...
...I did.
Oh, you know my father
from Ardsmuir?
I do.
Well, there are some faces
I'm sure you'll recognize--
Ronnie Sinclair,
the Lindsay brothers.
Be a while since
you've seen them, I imagine.
Mm.
I hope it isn't
an inconvenience.
Nonsense.
No, delighted to have you
and glad to help.
Any friend of Mr. Fraser's
is welcome.
Welcome to the Ridge.
- Thank you.
- You must be hungry.
I'll make you some food
while we wait for my parents.
Please.
Thank you.
So you'll have been indentured
after prison, I take it?
As a schoolmaster. My, uh...
my employer died.
Oh, sorry.
No.
It's not pity I want, sir.
No, of course not.
I'm something
of a schoolmaster myself.
Or was... once upon a time.
Is there a schoolhouse
on the Ridge?
No, not yet,
but we do intend to build one.
For now, I've been teaching
my wee lad his letters.
As long as there's a church.
A man must surely build
a house for God
before building a home
for himself.
Aye, well, we don't have
a church yet either.
But that sounds like something
my father would've said.
He was a minister.
Of course, he was Presbyterian.
My side of the family
is Protestant.
I am not Catholic.
There were some of us
at Ardsmuir
who merely wanted
Scotland's interest best served
rather than the pope's.
The wee ones were
asking all sorts of questions.
I have to say, Sassenach,
I wasna sure how to explain
that isn't a stork who'll be
bringing the new bairn.
We're back.
We saw Marsali.
♪ ♪
There's a face I never thought
I'd see again.
Tom Christie.
James Fraser.
I stand before you
in humble gratitude.
♪ ♪
Uh, with Mr. Christie
being an Ardsmuir man,
I assumed that, uh...
Well, I welcomed him
right away.
♪ ♪
Of course.
Good to see you, Tom.
To stay, that is.
To settle here.
♪ ♪
Your daughter was kind enough
to offer me a bite to eat.
Good.
This is my wife, Claire Fraser.
♪ ♪
Do you have enough
supplies for all the newcomers?
Ah, well, I hope so.
- Opening a bar?
- Ha.
I am distilling ether
for anesthetic.
Hmm, pretty radical.
I prefer the term
"revolutionary."
Well, a lot of folk'll be using
that term soon enough.
Revolution of hearts and minds.
Hmm. Isn't that true?
I'm so glad you didn't lose
your heart...
and your spirit.
And I hope that you
are taking care of yourself.
I'm fine, darling.
You know, there was a time,
when someone asked me,
I'd say, "I'm fine," too.
Well, what have you
been doing lately?
Have you been working
on anything new?
Not really.
I have some designs, but...
What?
Designs on paper
are well and good
but not if they remain there.
- I mean...
- What?
It's just...
Mama, with what happened
to you...
Bree, you can't live your life
afraid of being who you are.
I know, but I don't want
the folk on the Ridge
to be afraid of my ideas.
Well, they might be,
but you can't worry
about that.
We're just trying to make
their lives better
using our knowledge as a gift.
And some will appreciate
your inventions.
Some won't.
I'll tell you what--
if anyone makes a fuss,
we'll just remind them
that the Romans
used to have plumbing
and underfloor heating.
Underfloor heating?
Well, I'm still
at the waterwheel stage, so...
Come on.
Let's go see if we can help
these fisherfolk.
♪ ♪
We were starting
to worry, Father.
Aye.
This is my daughter, Malva,
and my son, Allan.
We need no introduction
to you, Mr. Fraser,
- having heard so much.
- A pleasure, sir...
to meet such an old friend
of my father's.
Thank you. The pleasure's mine.
This is my wife, Claire Fraser.
Delighted to meet you both.
- We brought you some food.
- Aye.
Perhaps you might help unload
the wagon there
for Mr. Fraser, Allan.
Yes, Father.
Miss Christie,
could you take me to anyone
who's injured or unwell?
I'm a healer.
Yes, mistress.
Aye.
All this land--impressive.
Hmm. Aye.
We're fortunate,
although we've faced
our share of hardships.
Oh.
More than fortune, I think.
Seems the Great Architect
of the Universe
has seen fit to put
some blessings your way.
Perhaps you can have my share
of the blessings, Tom,
and I can have some peace
and quiet.
My wife would certainly
thank you for it.
♪ ♪
Given everything that passed
between you and Tom
at Ardsmuir,
do you really think the Ridge
is the best place
for him to settle?
No, when I sent out word
to all Ardsmuir men,
couldn't very well say
all of them but one.
Well, we'll need more food
to keep them going,
some spare clothes,
anything else we have, really.
A lot of mend and make do,
but we're good at that.
Aye.
I think Tom received word
his wife had died
while we were at Ardsmuir.
But you...
...you were there with me
in the present.
I saw you.
♪ ♪
It's what got me through it.
You were always with me.
♪ ♪
Sometimes, uh...
...I think
you're an angel, Claire.
♪ ♪
Would an angel...
...do this?
♪ ♪
Or this?
♪ ♪
How about...
...this?
♪ ♪
Maybe I've died...
...gone to heaven.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Morning, darling.
How did you get on with
the phosphorous Lord John sent?
I might have to steal some.
Mistress Fraser?
Malva. I was expecting Brianna.
Lucifer.
Phosphorus,
Greek for "light bringer"
or Lucifer in Latin.
Dad taught me what he knows.
He knows a lot
about the devil too.
We're lucky to have
such educated people
joining us on the Ridge.
You know, Mr. Fraser knows
Greek and Latin too.
But what did you mean by it?
What's it for?
It's an ingredient of sorts.
But your, um...
your father was a schoolmaster.
Did he ever
teach you any science?
He prefers theology, history,
some natural history, grammar.
The name Lucifer brings to mind
the burning fires of hell.
Are you going to use
the phosphorus to light a fire?
We'll see.
But I shouldn't keep you.
Do you need something?
Oh, yes.
Do you have a loaf of bread?
My father wants it
for the congregation.
If it's bread ye're after,
Miss Christie,
I have some right here,
freshly baked.
- Thank you, Mrs. Bug.
- Thank you, Mistress Fraser.
♪ ♪
You have my answer,
Major MacDonald.
And you're certain it's the one
I should convey
to Governor Martin, hmm?
"I regret to inform
Your Excellency
that Colonel Fraser
of Rowan County has refused"--
Has respectfully declined,
and I'm no longer colonel.
"Has refused to accept
a position
"as Indian agent
in the service of the Crown
"and therefore to maintain
peace and prosperity
"in the province
by entering into talks
and trading with the Indians."
Oh, as for peace,
it's the only thing I want.
Then I hope you'll change
your mind,
for the sake of peace.
My mind is made up, Major.
War is an expensive business.
Governor Tryon said
he'd defer payment
of the tax on your land.
Governor Martin
owes you no such courtesy.
If the governor requires taxes,
we'll pay our fair share.
Our settlers have worked hard.
We have new settlers,
arrived this week.
Today we begin
building their cabins.
But you're welcome to stay
the night in our guest chamber.
Your men may quarter
in the stables.
That's kind, but I must take
my leave of you.
I have business in Brownsville.
Ah, don't look too relieved.
I'll stop by again
on my way back,
in case you have
a change of heart.
Praise be to God.
Let us pray.
Jesus fed the 5,000
with fishes and loaves,
but our own miracle
is in coming here...
finding a home,
doing what we can to help.
In return,
we will build them a school,
build them a church,
show them
what pious men and women
of faith can do.
A church, you say?
♪ ♪
Sorry we missed your sermon.
I was only
giving a word of thanks
before we begin our day.
It's what we do.
There's much to do.
Has anyone here
built a cabin before?
♪ ♪
Well, then, Mr. Christie,
mebbe I should explain
how we do things here.
♪ ♪
- Right.
I'll catch up with you.
Um, shouldn't you be
at home resting?
Where are the little ones?
Lizzie took them for a walk
to tire them out,
and I didn't want
to be by myself.
Are you a widow as well?
No.
Uh, no--uh, my husband,
he looks after the still.
Uh, it burnt down,
and we rebuilt it,
and then he obviously
has been trying to fix it.
Forgive me.
It's been so hard
with the bairns,
and when I heard you say
you were alone...
Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.
Oh.
It's bloody awful, that one.
Her husband died a month ago
on the ship over.
Left with two young bairns.
Keep thinking about you
in her place.
I wish there was
something we could do.
I could see if any of Jem's
old clothes might fit the kids.
It's not much,
but it's a start.
Oh, that's a good idea.
Let's have a think.
There may be something more
we can do as well.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Fergus.
Better to be late than never.
You, uh, seem cheerful.
You trying the new whisky?
Working at the still.
Hmm. Well, dinna work too hard.
Mebbe spend a bit more time
at home, eh, lad?
Aye.
♪ ♪
You're a good shot
with that thing.
But I'd prefer to stick
with my trusty rifle.
The Mohawk taught you?
Aye. Dinna have to worry
about running out of gunpowder.
I don't have to worry too much
about that.
I have this.
The carvings.
Where did ye get it?
I made it myself.
Did yer father teach ye
how to shoot?
No.
No, he'd say,
"Son, lay down thy weapons...
"...and take up
the shield of faith,
"wherewith you shall be able
to quench
all the fiery darts
of the wicked."
Is this one of the fiery darts?
I imagine he wouldna
approve of some of my customs.
♪ ♪
You ought to be careful, son!
Almost mistook you
for an Indian,
one who's hunting on the wrong
side of the treaty line.
- You ken very well who I am!
- Oh, I do.
You're kin of the Frasers.
Perhaps you should take care
to dress
in a more civilized fashion.
I've heard there's
real Indians still a-roaming,
setting cabins on fire.
You have no proof
Indians set any of those fires.
If my uncle heard you--
We're representing the law.
♪ ♪
This is my committee
of safety.
♪ ♪
We're seeking justice.
I'm sure your uncle
wouldn't disapprove.
♪ ♪
What happened?
My hand slipped
cutting rushes.
See? Look at all this, Da.
Told you she could help.
Perhaps, Malva, you could see
how Allan is faring.
You'll need to cook
whatever he's shot.
But--
- Yes, Da.
- Ah.
These things usually look
a lot worse than they are.
Ooh.
- Jamie.
- Claire.
Tom. Tom.
Is it bad?
No, but he just fainted.
Do you need to lie down?
I only felt lightheaded
for a moment.
Aye, shall I, uh,
fetch you a dram, Tom?
I ken you dinna hold
a strong drink,
but, uh, there's a time
for it, surely.
Aye, no,
'tis the devil's juice.
"Take a little wine
for thy stomach's sake."
1 Timothy 5:23.
Take heart, man.
I'll fetch it.
Some of us Catholics can read--
in English too.
I hope so, seeing as there
aren't many priests
in the province.
Now, keep that upright.
Oh.
I'm not surprised
the knife slipped.
I'm surprised
you could hold it at all.
You know, I can correct this.
I do not want... desire...
Well, if you
don't let me fix it,
that hand will be useless
in six months.
I'll manage.
Best listen to her.
♪ ♪
I need you
to keep your hand still.
Rest it on the table.
Now, you need to keep
this wound clean.
I'll make up
an ointment for it.
You can send Malva round
for it later.
And I'll check it again
when you bring your family
to the hog roast tomorrow.
And while I'm at it...
why don't I fix
that other hand?
On you go, then, Tom.
It's naught but a nick.
I've had worse.
♪ ♪
There.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
At least
it will be an honorable scar,
won't it, Mac Dubh?
♪ ♪
By God, he's
a stiff-necked bastard.
Why on earth would he say that?
Those are honorable scars.
The flogging at Ardsmuir,
he saw my back. Hmm.
Must've thought I'd done
something to deserve them.
And he didn't like me
watching him sweat, I expect.
Then why did you stay?
Because I kent
he wouldna whimper
or faint again if I did.
He'd let you thrust red-hot
needles through his eyeballs
before he'd squeal
in front of me.
My God, you're like wild rams,
butting heads
to see who's strongest.
Years he lived
with men who had the Gaelic
and wouldna lower himself
to let a word
of such a barbarous tongue
pass his lips.
But a man stubborn enough
to speak English
to Highland men
is a man stubborn enough
to fight...
and beside me,
should it come to it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Sláinte.
- Sláinte.
Enjoy that, because I haven't
much left of the older stock.
Must've heard about the fire,
destroyed my whisky still.
Aye.
Richard Brown thinks
it was the Indians, you know.
Ah, he's brought some
information to my attention
about the fires.
And impressed the governor
with his committee of safety,
which is why I'm offering him
the position as Indian agent.
Surely you dinna believe him.
It wasn't the Indians.
It was them, the Browns.
-His brother--
-Don't do this to me.
You're both respected
in the province.
It's one man's word
against another's.
Ah.
Oh, my, uh, apologies.
We're, uh...
we're a little early
for the festivities.
- Mr. Christie.
May I present Major MacDonald,
who'll be joining us?
This is Mr. Tom Christie
and his son and daughter,
Allan and Malva Christie.
Well, never too early
for a celebratory drink
before we eat.
So generous of Mr.
and Mistress Fraser to host us.
Ah, no whisky, thank you.
But yes, indeed, they have been
more than gracious.
Will Mistress Fraser
be joining us?
She's been so kind,
I'm eager to thank her.
Aye.
I believe she's tending
to some final preparations--
a wee surprise
for some of the children.
You live like a king,
Mr. Fraser.
Yes, you've certainly come
a long way from Ardsmuir.
Aye.
And yet somehow
there always seems to be
such a long way to go,
Mr. Christie.
Hmm.
More whisky, Major?
Mm.
Never say no.
♪ ♪
Ho-ho.
Looks like the first lot
of trouble have arrived.
The rest--sit--
won't be far behind us.
Hungry, I'm hoping.
Ready for a fine feast.
♪ ♪
Why'd you bring me here?
You have been working hard
all day, my love.
Why don't we get some food
inside that stomach
of yours, hmm?
But everyone else will be
eating, uh, in the other room.
- There's more?
- Oh. Aye.
Uh, where's your brother
gotten to?
Uh, why?
Uh, I thought ye only
had eyes for me.
Two hands would be more useful.
To, uh, carry these plates
to the dining table.
Only one Fergus Fraser
with only one hand.
But two's better than one,
eh, Lizzie?
Oh, uh...
I-I'm sure I dinna ken
what ye mean.
♪ ♪
- Please help yourselves.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
- Can we go? Can we go?
- No.
I dinna ken where your next
meal is coming from,
- sweetheart, so--
- I'm not hungry!
Da would've taken me back.
Aidan.
Come take a look
at this powder horn.
When you're a wee bit older,
I can teach you to, uh--
My dad was a fisherman,
not a hunter.
I want to go.
Aidan McCallum!
You come back
down here this instant
before anyone sees you!
- Did you...
- Yeah.
Yeah, I thought of something.
- Do you mind if I, uh...
- No, no. Go.
- Here, let me.
Do you mind if I sit?
♪ ♪
Why won't you have
a wee bite to eat, lad?
Hmm?
You'll need all your strength
if you want to help me
build your new home, a cabin.
You're the man
of the house now.
- I can build it with you?
- Mm-hmm.
My wife and I would like
to make sure
that you're comfortable.
I'd like to supervise work
on a cabin for you.
Everyone will help, of course.
But since I'm not building one
for my own family--
Cabin of my own?
I-I never expected...
I could never repay ye.
You won't have to.
♪ ♪
Mr. Fraser.
♪ ♪
Mistress Fraser.
♪ ♪
I take it this isn't
a social call.
No, it isn't.
There's a dark-haired boy
was out hunting
with your Indian.
Where is he?
There he is.
He's a thief,
and we've come to arrest him.
He stole a powder horn.
Cheeky bastard's
still wearing it.
And what proof do you have
it isn't his?
Carved his initials on it--
for Phineas Brown, there.
My man says he took it.
You do this, son?
Where did you get
that powder horn?
Hmm?
Do you want to end up
like your mother?
No.
Good...
'cause she's burning
in the fires of hell.
Remember, a thief hateth
his own soul.
Swear to me,
before God and these men,
that you did not do this.
I...
I can't.
Apologize to Mr. Brown at once.
Mr. Brown, please...
this is my son.
Do not take him with you.
We will punish him here and now
for his sin.
You have my word.
Ten lashes.
Then it's settled.
You have the powder horn back.
No harm was done.
I'll remind you all
this is my land.
I'll see to it the lad
learns his lesson.
My son will be punished,
Mr. Fraser!
We'll see to that together,
Mr. Christie.
Thank you for bringing
this matter
to my attention, Mr. Brown.
Funny how it's gunpowder
he stole, eh, Mr. Fraser?
Got me wondering.
That's a dangerous commodity
in these dark times.
Damn contentious one too.
You're not harboring
one of those rebels,
are you, Mr. Fraser?
Maybe that's why you want
to go so easy on him?
What do you think,
Major MacDonald?
If my son had a bone
of treachery in his body,
I'd beat it out of him myself.
We're loyal to our king.
Mr. Fraser
should give the punishment.
And we should set
a good example...
to the loyal residents
of Fraser's Ridge.
My land...
...my means.
♪ ♪
Come on, lad.
♪ ♪
Take off your jacket.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Now take yer men off my land.
Colonel.
♪ ♪
I'll do it.
If it's between me and him,
I canna let him do it.
I'll be your Indian agent.
♪ ♪
Mr. Christie?
A word, if I may.
What happened with Allan
and Richard Brown...
Yes.
Not how I imagined
the beginning of our time
at the Ridge, I must confess.
And not how
I imagined it either.
You invited me here.
And I'm grateful to have come.
I did.
At Ardsmuir, we got by...
...lived under
someone else's command.
That was then.
This is now.
If you're to stay, then my word
at Fraser's Ridge is law.
God's word is law.
We put Him first,
do we not, Mr. Fraser?
"Thou shalt have
no other gods before Me."
You should see to your son.
There it is...
that look...
the same look you gave me
at the gathering.
Your drunkenness embarrassed me
in front of everyone.
A man needs a drink
now and then.
Your drink is keeping you
from your family...
...from being a husband.
Is your husband
not sitting here
in front of you
this very moment?
Is he?
♪ ♪
I'm sorry I'm such
a disappointment.
♪ ♪
Aren't you
the clever one, Dr. Rawlings?
Now you're gonna repent
for your sins.
A vile succubus!
You can come out now, Claire.
Bitch!
You say I'm a witch.
I will slit her throat.
Pleasure to see you.
I suspect you may be
an English spy.
Aren't you the clever one?
Sassenach, what is it?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
It's fine.
Go back to sleep.
Is it the Browns? Did they...
unsettle ye?
I just want a cup of tea...
...if I can find any.
Bloody taxes.
♪ ♪
I've never been
afraid of ghosts.
I live with them daily.
When I look into a mirror,
my mother's eyes
look back at me.
My mouth curls with the smile
that lured
my great-grandfather
to the fate that was me.
♪ ♪
Of course,
it isn't these homely ghosts
that trouble sleep
and curdle wakefulness.
Look back.
Hold a torch to light
the recesses of the dark.
Listen to the footsteps
that echo behind
when you walk alone.
♪ ♪
All the time, ghosts flit past
and through us,
hiding in the future.
Each ghost comes unbidden
from the misty grounds
of dreams and silence.
♪ ♪
Our rational minds say,
"No, it isn't."
But another part,
an older part,
echoes always softly
in the dark,
"Yes, but it could be."
♪ ♪
By blood and by choice,
we make our ghosts.
We haunt ourselves.
♪ ♪
♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪
Time is marked and
measured in different ways.
Ye dinna see
any changes, do ye, Sassenach?
No.
You're still you.
The colors of our lives
were changing.
You're just...
I love you too.
We're going to call her
Felicity.
Oh.
Josiah, a hunter.
That's Keziah, my brother.
- Sure I'm boring you, Miss...
- Lizzie.
Is time God's eternal web...
- Huh.
- It's broken.
He can travel.
...the mildest touch
setting off vibrations
that echo through the eons...
- What are you?
- I come from another time.
...willing events to happen,
bringing the future forward?
I change the future every time
I save a person's life here.
So time, space,
history be damned.
There are things that someone
might be able to change,
something between a man
and his wife.
Wherever you are,
you make choices...
It is evident that the mood
in the American colonies
grows darker by the day.
I feel a storm coming.
You are blood of my blood,
bone of my bone.
...foolish ones...
In another lifetime,
you and I might've had
more time.
...or ones that save
yourself or someone else.
Dinna be afraid...
Doesna hurt a bit to die.
I've paid my debt,
and I'm finished
with my obligation to you
and to the Crown.
You may have
your coat back, sir.
All you can hope for...
Now, we have
taken it upon ourselves
to form a committee of safety.
...is that the good
will outweigh the harm
that may come of it.
What's the meaning of this?
Mama won't wake up.
- S-she's breathing.
- Claire!
At the still, that was you.
Aren't you the clever one,
Dr. Rawlings?
Who's next for a go
with the hedge whore?
You are alive. You are whole.
Kill them all.
Give anything enough time,
and everything
is taken care of...
I will watch you burn in hell
before I let you harm
another soul in this house.
...all pain encompassed,
all hardship erased,
all loss subsumed.
I brought you your brother.
Lionel,
he reaped what he sowed,
and you did what you must,
as will I, when the time comes.
And if time
is anything akin to God,
I suppose that memory...
must be the devil.
♪ ♪
Here we are!
My Protestant friends, we shall
feast and be merry tonight!
If the Lord provides
for the lowliest sparrow...
...what will He not do for us?
See? I warned you about
that sermonizing bastard.
Aye.
Now that you're here wi' us,
perhaps you can reason
wi' him.
Why would he listen to me?
'Cause ye're Mac Dubh.
If anyone can put him
in his place, it's you.
♪ ♪
Carry on.
But, Mac Dubh,
you canna let him away wi' it.
My faithful subjects,
how can we bear this injustice?
We must have provisions
if we are to travel on
to Culloden
to face the British army.
Got to keep our strength up!
Will someone
shut that old fool up?
Leave him alone. He's harmless.
Dinna fear,
Your Royal Highness.
I'll fetch one for ye.
Thank you,
young James, most gracious.
Of course, Sire.
Rise at once!
A true and loyal soldier
bows to his future king,
his Bonnie Prince.
- You old fool! Get up, James.
- Hear, hear!
You're a soldier
in the army of the Lord,
- even if you are a damn papist.
We're all prisoners here,
but you Catholics...
There you go.
Accept that Scotland's fate
lies in the hands
of a Protestant king!
Bunch of heathens!
Stop!
Stop it!
Back!
Get back! No!
- Back!
What is keeping you
from eating, Mr. Christie?
I'm certain it isn't
a lack of appetite.
Perhaps you think it
impertinent of me
not to have asked our fellow
here to dine with us.
Of course not, sir.
He's no different
from the rest of them.
I've done nothing.
I have no wish to be here, sir.
Good. With respect,
I don't want to have to see
or hear of you more
than is strictly necessary.
The feeling is mutual,
Governor.
Hmm.
But when I hear reports of
a James bowing in homage to--
Not this James, sir.
'Twas the young lad,
James McCready.
Huh.
Yes, I shouldn't have thought
the infamous Red Jamie
would do such a thing.
But you must be wondering
why I requested
your presence here, Mr. Fraser.
Please, sit.
As I said, I've done nothing.
I wanted to introduce myself
and to remind you both...
of the civility that I expect,
that which is preventing
Mr. Christie here
from taking the first bite--
the knowledge
that I am your superior.
I cannot have
prisoners rioting
or bowing to one another
like lairds.
It's a flagrant disrespect
for rank and order,
an insult to
His Majesty's army and to me.
If I may, Governor.
Old Charlie
is not of sound mind.
And I believe myself to be
above consorting with madmen
or degenerate prisoners!
There is nothing stopping me
from doing as I wish,
not even the thin veil
of courtesy between us.
You are educated, Mr. Christie,
a man I can reason with.
I know the men respect you
as a soldier.
We were both
on Culloden moor that day.
And now we're here, hmm,
making the best of things.
But my captain tells me
your arrival here
has, uh, excited the men.
Do nothing
to further aggravate them.
Well, then...
how shall the men be punished
for their behavior, hmm?
I believe they must be taught
a lesson, Governor.
Another day
of hard labor tomorrow...
for all but the two of you.
Consider it a welcome,
Mr. Fraser.
♪ ♪
The guards
will escort you back.
♪ ♪
Go.
Go.
♪ ♪
S-sorry. S-sorry.
I-I didn't mean to.
I've slowly been losing
my sight.
What are you doing?
I'm looking
for a lock of hair.
It fell out
when the guards found this.
My...
my Rebecca gave it to me.
Probably long gone, lad.
I'm...
I'm forgetting her face.
Is... is that what you did?
I heard the men say
your wife was gone and...
♪ ♪
Mr. Christie tells me
to put my mind on God instead.
♪ ♪
Do you think it's all been
for nothing,
what we've been through?
If there's a chance
she's waiting for you...
then no.
What we have known...
some never will.
'Tisna just nor fair,
but it's eternal.
And it's ours.
♪ ♪
If she loves you
as you love her...
she's always wi' ye, lad.
♪ ♪
Bring her to mind.
She'll come.
♪ ♪
This wall, it will shelter us
from the traitors
when we face them
on the battlefield.
Ah, it depends who you think
the traitors are, Charlie.
What's wrong with you?
Why are you helping?
You heard
what the governor said.
Doing what I can
to get us out of here
so I can serve my time
in peace.
And if you had
a soul worth a damn,
since you keep preaching to us
about them, you'd do the same.
Him, lend a hand to help
a lowly Jacobite?
He'd rather see you fall
at his feet
and spit at you
while you're down there.
- Don't tempt me.
- Doesna matter.
You willna break our spirits,
Christie!
Once a Jacobite,
forever a Jacobite!
Eh, Mac Dubh?
♪ Cope sent
A challenge frae Dunbar ♪
♪ Said, "Charlie, meet me
An' ye daur ♪
♪ "I'll learn ye
The airt o' war ♪
♪ If ye'll meet me
I' the mornin'" ♪
♪ Hey, Johnnie Cope
Are ye wauking yet? ♪
I bet ye dinna ken the
words to this one, Christie!
You'll all be damned!
♪ The gang the coals
I' the mornin' ♪
Get these men in line,
Christie!
- Silence! For the love of God!
♪ My merry men ♪
♪ And we'll meet Johnnie Cope
In the mornin' ♪
The Lord is my strength
and my sword!
He has become my salvation!
And I will exalt him!
Come on!
♪ ♪
For the love of God, stop!
Stop!
♪ ♪
Enough!
He's dead.
A wee bit of tartan
for your journey onwards,
my dear boy.
And where did this come from,
you riotous scum?
You know it's forbidden,
outlawed!
If my superiors
caught wind of this...
Was it the boy's?
I can't punish him, can I?
He's already dead.
One of you had better speak up,
or I'll flog
the lot of you myself!
It's mine.
♪ ♪
It's my tartan.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
That wasn't justice.
Was it not?
- Get up!
Time to go!
James McCready has died.
♪ ♪
No one will be working today.
♪ ♪
Christie said
you'd be a troublemaker,
and here we are.
I have no quarrel with him,
though he appears
to have one with me.
Naturally,
you being a Jacobite
and him being a...
a more decent sort.
All I want
is to be left alone...
to serve my time.
Then why do you defy my orders?
A life was lost.
The men here are divided.
All of Scotland's been
torn apart by this rebellion.
Some here follow Christie
'cause he told them
if they changed their beliefs,
they willna feel afraid.
Hmm.
But the fear is still there.
They need food and medicine.
And they also need some peace.
♪ ♪
I think you want
the same thing as me...
to fulfill your duty...
move on to greener pastures.
I saw you and Christie...
yer greetin'.
Make me a Freemason.
♪ ♪
Why?
Have you no regard
for your pope?
You'd be excommunicated.
The pope isna here
with me and my men.
Any man can be a Mason,
so long as he believes
in a supreme being,
as I do.
♪ ♪
But why do you want this?
♪ ♪
The men...
they will listen to me.
♪ ♪
We'll have no more
of this senseless fighting.
Catholics versus Protestants.
We may not be stone masons,
but we are, all of us, Scots.
From now on,
this prison will be a lodge,
and we will be Freemasons,
united by our belief
in the Great Architect
of the Universe.
But any talk of politics
or religion is forbidden.
Who will join me?
Fraser!
The governor will
see you for luncheon, now.
Go on, Mac Dubh.
Mebbe we'll have things
a bit better.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪
♪ Say, could that lad ♪
♪ Be I? ♪
♪ Merry of soul ♪
♪ He 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 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 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Claire?
Claire?
♪ ♪
Claire!
Claire, wake up! Claire!
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ,
Jamie.
You scared me.
I find you here
barely breathing,
thinking you've gone
to meet Christ Himself,
and I'm the one scaring you?
Oh.
I'm all right.
Better than all right,
actually.
It worked.
I was only out
for three to four minutes.
What the devil
are you talking about?
We don't have to rely
on whisky or laudanum anymore.
Something to confess,
Sassenach?
Yes.
I've re-created anesthetic.
It's called ether.
And it sent you to sleep?
Something deeper than sleep.
What does that feel like?
Well, that's the beauty of it.
You don't feel a thing.
Is it safe?
Well, it's safer
than dying in agony
of a ruptured appendix.
No, w-with ether, now I could
operate on a patient,
and, well, they wouldn't feel
a thing, well, not until--
Until they wake up, hmm.
Well, that doesn't sound very
good to me, Sassenach.
No?
It's bloody marvelous.
It would be a shame
not to feel anything.
This isn't standard treatment
for all my patients.
- Well, I hope not.
Shame we can't put everyone
to sleep for 100 years
but the two of us.
And stop time.
- Wouldn't that be lovely?
- Mm.
Wait for this war to be over.
Forget about the Browns,
their committee of safety.
Keep to ourselves.
♪ ♪
- Ah, could we do that?
- Hmm.
Major MacDonald has asked me
to be an Indian agent,
to act as a representative
for the Crown
with the Cherokee hereabouts
and to improve relations
with our Indian neighbors.
Oh, they want you
to convince them
to keep fighting for the king.
Hmm.
New governor, same thumb.
I'll tell him no.
Good. I'd best go
and look in on Marsali.
♪ ♪
I am all right, you know.
Aye, I ken.
It's...
I take pleasure
in the sight of you is all.
♪ ♪
You've been like my shadow
ever since...
♪ ♪
Are you going to accompany me
on every home visit
from now to kingdom come?
And long after that, Sassenach.
♪ ♪
I swear Mrs. Bug has a knack
for hiding parcels.
Right, then, tea or coffee?
Whatever you can find, I guess.
Ah.
Imagine how many good cuppas
are gonna be tossed
into that bloody harbor.
Hey, whose side are you on?
Oh, don't forget your mother and
I were both on the losing side.
Oh, you know,
I haven't forgotten.
But now that you're here,
I mean, you're obviously
a patriot, right?
Well, of course.
If America
doesn't become America,
who knows what that world'll
look like?
Hmm.
World War I, World War II,
how might they play out?
Oh...
it's really starting to hit me.
The clock is ticking.
I know.
What can we do?
♪ ♪
Here we go,
up and away with Granddad.
♪ ♪
Are we explorers?
Are you ready to go
wherever the wind takes us?
Germain,
hold on to your sister.
♪ ♪
- Fergus away at the still?
- Aye.
Canna seem to keep him away.
He wants it back as it was.
Well, they'll have
to be patient.
Like all things,
good whisky takes time.
So has the baby been moving
much these last few days?
No, not as much as he was.
But they don't really, do they?
Not when they're nearly ready.
I mean, Joanie
lay there like the dea--
like a millstone, I mean--
the night before
the waters broke.
They often do that--
rest up
before their grand entrance.
I've just...
I've been clumsy of late.
Wee bit tired is all.
Well, have you been having
any pain in your belly
- or any bleeding at all?
- No.
Right, well...
we'd best keep a careful eye
on you at this late stage.
Make sure Fergus looks
after you when he's at home.
You shouldn't be running around
after the little ones
and doing all
the housework as well.
♪ ♪
Can I help you?
Ah.
Good day.
And who might you be?
I might ask you the same thing
since you knocked the door.
I was given to understand
that this
is Fraser's Ridge, so...
I'm Roger MacKenzie.
I'm Mr. Fraser's son-in-law.
Mm, might I speak
with Mr. Fraser, then?
I'm afraid he and
his wife are out at present.
Please, come in.
Perhaps I can be of service
to you, Mr....
Thomas Christie.
Yes, perhaps you may,
Mr. MacKenzie.
I was told that Mr. Fraser
might be in a position
to put
something suitable my way.
Found it in the back--
Uh, this is Brianna MacKenzie,
my wife.
Brianna, this is Mr. Christie.
Nice to meet you.
Uh, my son and daughter
have come with me, too,
and a-and a few others--
fisherfolk
from the old country.
I've left them a few miles
up the river
so that I could speak
with Mr. Fraser first.
They, uh...
they had nowhere to go,
but, uh, well...
...I did.
Oh, you know my father
from Ardsmuir?
I do.
Well, there are some faces
I'm sure you'll recognize--
Ronnie Sinclair,
the Lindsay brothers.
Be a while since
you've seen them, I imagine.
Mm.
I hope it isn't
an inconvenience.
Nonsense.
No, delighted to have you
and glad to help.
Any friend of Mr. Fraser's
is welcome.
Welcome to the Ridge.
- Thank you.
- You must be hungry.
I'll make you some food
while we wait for my parents.
Please.
Thank you.
So you'll have been indentured
after prison, I take it?
As a schoolmaster. My, uh...
my employer died.
Oh, sorry.
No.
It's not pity I want, sir.
No, of course not.
I'm something
of a schoolmaster myself.
Or was... once upon a time.
Is there a schoolhouse
on the Ridge?
No, not yet,
but we do intend to build one.
For now, I've been teaching
my wee lad his letters.
As long as there's a church.
A man must surely build
a house for God
before building a home
for himself.
Aye, well, we don't have
a church yet either.
But that sounds like something
my father would've said.
He was a minister.
Of course, he was Presbyterian.
My side of the family
is Protestant.
I am not Catholic.
There were some of us
at Ardsmuir
who merely wanted
Scotland's interest best served
rather than the pope's.
The wee ones were
asking all sorts of questions.
I have to say, Sassenach,
I wasna sure how to explain
that isn't a stork who'll be
bringing the new bairn.
We're back.
We saw Marsali.
♪ ♪
There's a face I never thought
I'd see again.
Tom Christie.
James Fraser.
I stand before you
in humble gratitude.
♪ ♪
Uh, with Mr. Christie
being an Ardsmuir man,
I assumed that, uh...
Well, I welcomed him
right away.
♪ ♪
Of course.
Good to see you, Tom.
To stay, that is.
To settle here.
♪ ♪
Your daughter was kind enough
to offer me a bite to eat.
Good.
This is my wife, Claire Fraser.
♪ ♪
Do you have enough
supplies for all the newcomers?
Ah, well, I hope so.
- Opening a bar?
- Ha.
I am distilling ether
for anesthetic.
Hmm, pretty radical.
I prefer the term
"revolutionary."
Well, a lot of folk'll be using
that term soon enough.
Revolution of hearts and minds.
Hmm. Isn't that true?
I'm so glad you didn't lose
your heart...
and your spirit.
And I hope that you
are taking care of yourself.
I'm fine, darling.
You know, there was a time,
when someone asked me,
I'd say, "I'm fine," too.
Well, what have you
been doing lately?
Have you been working
on anything new?
Not really.
I have some designs, but...
What?
Designs on paper
are well and good
but not if they remain there.
- I mean...
- What?
It's just...
Mama, with what happened
to you...
Bree, you can't live your life
afraid of being who you are.
I know, but I don't want
the folk on the Ridge
to be afraid of my ideas.
Well, they might be,
but you can't worry
about that.
We're just trying to make
their lives better
using our knowledge as a gift.
And some will appreciate
your inventions.
Some won't.
I'll tell you what--
if anyone makes a fuss,
we'll just remind them
that the Romans
used to have plumbing
and underfloor heating.
Underfloor heating?
Well, I'm still
at the waterwheel stage, so...
Come on.
Let's go see if we can help
these fisherfolk.
♪ ♪
We were starting
to worry, Father.
Aye.
This is my daughter, Malva,
and my son, Allan.
We need no introduction
to you, Mr. Fraser,
- having heard so much.
- A pleasure, sir...
to meet such an old friend
of my father's.
Thank you. The pleasure's mine.
This is my wife, Claire Fraser.
Delighted to meet you both.
- We brought you some food.
- Aye.
Perhaps you might help unload
the wagon there
for Mr. Fraser, Allan.
Yes, Father.
Miss Christie,
could you take me to anyone
who's injured or unwell?
I'm a healer.
Yes, mistress.
Aye.
All this land--impressive.
Hmm. Aye.
We're fortunate,
although we've faced
our share of hardships.
Oh.
More than fortune, I think.
Seems the Great Architect
of the Universe
has seen fit to put
some blessings your way.
Perhaps you can have my share
of the blessings, Tom,
and I can have some peace
and quiet.
My wife would certainly
thank you for it.
♪ ♪
Given everything that passed
between you and Tom
at Ardsmuir,
do you really think the Ridge
is the best place
for him to settle?
No, when I sent out word
to all Ardsmuir men,
couldn't very well say
all of them but one.
Well, we'll need more food
to keep them going,
some spare clothes,
anything else we have, really.
A lot of mend and make do,
but we're good at that.
Aye.
I think Tom received word
his wife had died
while we were at Ardsmuir.
But you...
...you were there with me
in the present.
I saw you.
♪ ♪
It's what got me through it.
You were always with me.
♪ ♪
Sometimes, uh...
...I think
you're an angel, Claire.
♪ ♪
Would an angel...
...do this?
♪ ♪
Or this?
♪ ♪
How about...
...this?
♪ ♪
Maybe I've died...
...gone to heaven.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Morning, darling.
How did you get on with
the phosphorous Lord John sent?
I might have to steal some.
Mistress Fraser?
Malva. I was expecting Brianna.
Lucifer.
Phosphorus,
Greek for "light bringer"
or Lucifer in Latin.
Dad taught me what he knows.
He knows a lot
about the devil too.
We're lucky to have
such educated people
joining us on the Ridge.
You know, Mr. Fraser knows
Greek and Latin too.
But what did you mean by it?
What's it for?
It's an ingredient of sorts.
But your, um...
your father was a schoolmaster.
Did he ever
teach you any science?
He prefers theology, history,
some natural history, grammar.
The name Lucifer brings to mind
the burning fires of hell.
Are you going to use
the phosphorus to light a fire?
We'll see.
But I shouldn't keep you.
Do you need something?
Oh, yes.
Do you have a loaf of bread?
My father wants it
for the congregation.
If it's bread ye're after,
Miss Christie,
I have some right here,
freshly baked.
- Thank you, Mrs. Bug.
- Thank you, Mistress Fraser.
♪ ♪
You have my answer,
Major MacDonald.
And you're certain it's the one
I should convey
to Governor Martin, hmm?
"I regret to inform
Your Excellency
that Colonel Fraser
of Rowan County has refused"--
Has respectfully declined,
and I'm no longer colonel.
"Has refused to accept
a position
"as Indian agent
in the service of the Crown
"and therefore to maintain
peace and prosperity
"in the province
by entering into talks
and trading with the Indians."
Oh, as for peace,
it's the only thing I want.
Then I hope you'll change
your mind,
for the sake of peace.
My mind is made up, Major.
War is an expensive business.
Governor Tryon said
he'd defer payment
of the tax on your land.
Governor Martin
owes you no such courtesy.
If the governor requires taxes,
we'll pay our fair share.
Our settlers have worked hard.
We have new settlers,
arrived this week.
Today we begin
building their cabins.
But you're welcome to stay
the night in our guest chamber.
Your men may quarter
in the stables.
That's kind, but I must take
my leave of you.
I have business in Brownsville.
Ah, don't look too relieved.
I'll stop by again
on my way back,
in case you have
a change of heart.
Praise be to God.
Let us pray.
Jesus fed the 5,000
with fishes and loaves,
but our own miracle
is in coming here...
finding a home,
doing what we can to help.
In return,
we will build them a school,
build them a church,
show them
what pious men and women
of faith can do.
A church, you say?
♪ ♪
Sorry we missed your sermon.
I was only
giving a word of thanks
before we begin our day.
It's what we do.
There's much to do.
Has anyone here
built a cabin before?
♪ ♪
Well, then, Mr. Christie,
mebbe I should explain
how we do things here.
♪ ♪
- Right.
I'll catch up with you.
Um, shouldn't you be
at home resting?
Where are the little ones?
Lizzie took them for a walk
to tire them out,
and I didn't want
to be by myself.
Are you a widow as well?
No.
Uh, no--uh, my husband,
he looks after the still.
Uh, it burnt down,
and we rebuilt it,
and then he obviously
has been trying to fix it.
Forgive me.
It's been so hard
with the bairns,
and when I heard you say
you were alone...
Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.
Oh.
It's bloody awful, that one.
Her husband died a month ago
on the ship over.
Left with two young bairns.
Keep thinking about you
in her place.
I wish there was
something we could do.
I could see if any of Jem's
old clothes might fit the kids.
It's not much,
but it's a start.
Oh, that's a good idea.
Let's have a think.
There may be something more
we can do as well.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Fergus.
Better to be late than never.
You, uh, seem cheerful.
You trying the new whisky?
Working at the still.
Hmm. Well, dinna work too hard.
Mebbe spend a bit more time
at home, eh, lad?
Aye.
♪ ♪
You're a good shot
with that thing.
But I'd prefer to stick
with my trusty rifle.
The Mohawk taught you?
Aye. Dinna have to worry
about running out of gunpowder.
I don't have to worry too much
about that.
I have this.
The carvings.
Where did ye get it?
I made it myself.
Did yer father teach ye
how to shoot?
No.
No, he'd say,
"Son, lay down thy weapons...
"...and take up
the shield of faith,
"wherewith you shall be able
to quench
all the fiery darts
of the wicked."
Is this one of the fiery darts?
I imagine he wouldna
approve of some of my customs.
♪ ♪
You ought to be careful, son!
Almost mistook you
for an Indian,
one who's hunting on the wrong
side of the treaty line.
- You ken very well who I am!
- Oh, I do.
You're kin of the Frasers.
Perhaps you should take care
to dress
in a more civilized fashion.
I've heard there's
real Indians still a-roaming,
setting cabins on fire.
You have no proof
Indians set any of those fires.
If my uncle heard you--
We're representing the law.
♪ ♪
This is my committee
of safety.
♪ ♪
We're seeking justice.
I'm sure your uncle
wouldn't disapprove.
♪ ♪
What happened?
My hand slipped
cutting rushes.
See? Look at all this, Da.
Told you she could help.
Perhaps, Malva, you could see
how Allan is faring.
You'll need to cook
whatever he's shot.
But--
- Yes, Da.
- Ah.
These things usually look
a lot worse than they are.
Ooh.
- Jamie.
- Claire.
Tom. Tom.
Is it bad?
No, but he just fainted.
Do you need to lie down?
I only felt lightheaded
for a moment.
Aye, shall I, uh,
fetch you a dram, Tom?
I ken you dinna hold
a strong drink,
but, uh, there's a time
for it, surely.
Aye, no,
'tis the devil's juice.
"Take a little wine
for thy stomach's sake."
1 Timothy 5:23.
Take heart, man.
I'll fetch it.
Some of us Catholics can read--
in English too.
I hope so, seeing as there
aren't many priests
in the province.
Now, keep that upright.
Oh.
I'm not surprised
the knife slipped.
I'm surprised
you could hold it at all.
You know, I can correct this.
I do not want... desire...
Well, if you
don't let me fix it,
that hand will be useless
in six months.
I'll manage.
Best listen to her.
♪ ♪
I need you
to keep your hand still.
Rest it on the table.
Now, you need to keep
this wound clean.
I'll make up
an ointment for it.
You can send Malva round
for it later.
And I'll check it again
when you bring your family
to the hog roast tomorrow.
And while I'm at it...
why don't I fix
that other hand?
On you go, then, Tom.
It's naught but a nick.
I've had worse.
♪ ♪
There.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
At least
it will be an honorable scar,
won't it, Mac Dubh?
♪ ♪
By God, he's
a stiff-necked bastard.
Why on earth would he say that?
Those are honorable scars.
The flogging at Ardsmuir,
he saw my back. Hmm.
Must've thought I'd done
something to deserve them.
And he didn't like me
watching him sweat, I expect.
Then why did you stay?
Because I kent
he wouldna whimper
or faint again if I did.
He'd let you thrust red-hot
needles through his eyeballs
before he'd squeal
in front of me.
My God, you're like wild rams,
butting heads
to see who's strongest.
Years he lived
with men who had the Gaelic
and wouldna lower himself
to let a word
of such a barbarous tongue
pass his lips.
But a man stubborn enough
to speak English
to Highland men
is a man stubborn enough
to fight...
and beside me,
should it come to it.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
- Sláinte.
- Sláinte.
Enjoy that, because I haven't
much left of the older stock.
Must've heard about the fire,
destroyed my whisky still.
Aye.
Richard Brown thinks
it was the Indians, you know.
Ah, he's brought some
information to my attention
about the fires.
And impressed the governor
with his committee of safety,
which is why I'm offering him
the position as Indian agent.
Surely you dinna believe him.
It wasn't the Indians.
It was them, the Browns.
-His brother--
-Don't do this to me.
You're both respected
in the province.
It's one man's word
against another's.
Ah.
Oh, my, uh, apologies.
We're, uh...
we're a little early
for the festivities.
- Mr. Christie.
May I present Major MacDonald,
who'll be joining us?
This is Mr. Tom Christie
and his son and daughter,
Allan and Malva Christie.
Well, never too early
for a celebratory drink
before we eat.
So generous of Mr.
and Mistress Fraser to host us.
Ah, no whisky, thank you.
But yes, indeed, they have been
more than gracious.
Will Mistress Fraser
be joining us?
She's been so kind,
I'm eager to thank her.
Aye.
I believe she's tending
to some final preparations--
a wee surprise
for some of the children.
You live like a king,
Mr. Fraser.
Yes, you've certainly come
a long way from Ardsmuir.
Aye.
And yet somehow
there always seems to be
such a long way to go,
Mr. Christie.
Hmm.
More whisky, Major?
Mm.
Never say no.
♪ ♪
Ho-ho.
Looks like the first lot
of trouble have arrived.
The rest--sit--
won't be far behind us.
Hungry, I'm hoping.
Ready for a fine feast.
♪ ♪
Why'd you bring me here?
You have been working hard
all day, my love.
Why don't we get some food
inside that stomach
of yours, hmm?
But everyone else will be
eating, uh, in the other room.
- There's more?
- Oh. Aye.
Uh, where's your brother
gotten to?
Uh, why?
Uh, I thought ye only
had eyes for me.
Two hands would be more useful.
To, uh, carry these plates
to the dining table.
Only one Fergus Fraser
with only one hand.
But two's better than one,
eh, Lizzie?
Oh, uh...
I-I'm sure I dinna ken
what ye mean.
♪ ♪
- Please help yourselves.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
- Can we go? Can we go?
- No.
I dinna ken where your next
meal is coming from,
- sweetheart, so--
- I'm not hungry!
Da would've taken me back.
Aidan.
Come take a look
at this powder horn.
When you're a wee bit older,
I can teach you to, uh--
My dad was a fisherman,
not a hunter.
I want to go.
Aidan McCallum!
You come back
down here this instant
before anyone sees you!
- Did you...
- Yeah.
Yeah, I thought of something.
- Do you mind if I, uh...
- No, no. Go.
- Here, let me.
Do you mind if I sit?
♪ ♪
Why won't you have
a wee bite to eat, lad?
Hmm?
You'll need all your strength
if you want to help me
build your new home, a cabin.
You're the man
of the house now.
- I can build it with you?
- Mm-hmm.
My wife and I would like
to make sure
that you're comfortable.
I'd like to supervise work
on a cabin for you.
Everyone will help, of course.
But since I'm not building one
for my own family--
Cabin of my own?
I-I never expected...
I could never repay ye.
You won't have to.
♪ ♪
Mr. Fraser.
♪ ♪
Mistress Fraser.
♪ ♪
I take it this isn't
a social call.
No, it isn't.
There's a dark-haired boy
was out hunting
with your Indian.
Where is he?
There he is.
He's a thief,
and we've come to arrest him.
He stole a powder horn.
Cheeky bastard's
still wearing it.
And what proof do you have
it isn't his?
Carved his initials on it--
for Phineas Brown, there.
My man says he took it.
You do this, son?
Where did you get
that powder horn?
Hmm?
Do you want to end up
like your mother?
No.
Good...
'cause she's burning
in the fires of hell.
Remember, a thief hateth
his own soul.
Swear to me,
before God and these men,
that you did not do this.
I...
I can't.
Apologize to Mr. Brown at once.
Mr. Brown, please...
this is my son.
Do not take him with you.
We will punish him here and now
for his sin.
You have my word.
Ten lashes.
Then it's settled.
You have the powder horn back.
No harm was done.
I'll remind you all
this is my land.
I'll see to it the lad
learns his lesson.
My son will be punished,
Mr. Fraser!
We'll see to that together,
Mr. Christie.
Thank you for bringing
this matter
to my attention, Mr. Brown.
Funny how it's gunpowder
he stole, eh, Mr. Fraser?
Got me wondering.
That's a dangerous commodity
in these dark times.
Damn contentious one too.
You're not harboring
one of those rebels,
are you, Mr. Fraser?
Maybe that's why you want
to go so easy on him?
What do you think,
Major MacDonald?
If my son had a bone
of treachery in his body,
I'd beat it out of him myself.
We're loyal to our king.
Mr. Fraser
should give the punishment.
And we should set
a good example...
to the loyal residents
of Fraser's Ridge.
My land...
...my means.
♪ ♪
Come on, lad.
♪ ♪
Take off your jacket.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Now take yer men off my land.
Colonel.
♪ ♪
I'll do it.
If it's between me and him,
I canna let him do it.
I'll be your Indian agent.
♪ ♪
Mr. Christie?
A word, if I may.
What happened with Allan
and Richard Brown...
Yes.
Not how I imagined
the beginning of our time
at the Ridge, I must confess.
And not how
I imagined it either.
You invited me here.
And I'm grateful to have come.
I did.
At Ardsmuir, we got by...
...lived under
someone else's command.
That was then.
This is now.
If you're to stay, then my word
at Fraser's Ridge is law.
God's word is law.
We put Him first,
do we not, Mr. Fraser?
"Thou shalt have
no other gods before Me."
You should see to your son.
There it is...
that look...
the same look you gave me
at the gathering.
Your drunkenness embarrassed me
in front of everyone.
A man needs a drink
now and then.
Your drink is keeping you
from your family...
...from being a husband.
Is your husband
not sitting here
in front of you
this very moment?
Is he?
♪ ♪
I'm sorry I'm such
a disappointment.
♪ ♪
Aren't you
the clever one, Dr. Rawlings?
Now you're gonna repent
for your sins.
A vile succubus!
You can come out now, Claire.
Bitch!
You say I'm a witch.
I will slit her throat.
Pleasure to see you.
I suspect you may be
an English spy.
Aren't you the clever one?
Sassenach, what is it?
You look like
you've seen a ghost.
It's fine.
Go back to sleep.
Is it the Browns? Did they...
unsettle ye?
I just want a cup of tea...
...if I can find any.
Bloody taxes.
♪ ♪
I've never been
afraid of ghosts.
I live with them daily.
When I look into a mirror,
my mother's eyes
look back at me.
My mouth curls with the smile
that lured
my great-grandfather
to the fate that was me.
♪ ♪
Of course,
it isn't these homely ghosts
that trouble sleep
and curdle wakefulness.
Look back.
Hold a torch to light
the recesses of the dark.
Listen to the footsteps
that echo behind
when you walk alone.
♪ ♪
All the time, ghosts flit past
and through us,
hiding in the future.
Each ghost comes unbidden
from the misty grounds
of dreams and silence.
♪ ♪
Our rational minds say,
"No, it isn't."
But another part,
an older part,
echoes always softly
in the dark,
"Yes, but it could be."
♪ ♪
By blood and by choice,
we make our ghosts.
We haunt ourselves.
♪ ♪