Outlander (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 2 - Echoes - full transcript
[woman] ♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪
[Claire] Time is marked and
measured in different ways.
[Jamie] 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.
[Jamie] Josiah, a hunter.
[Josiah] That's
Keziah, my brother.
- Sure I'm boring you, Miss...
- Lizzie.
[Claire] Is time
God's eternal web...
- Huh.
- [gasps] It's broken.
He can travel.
[Claire] ...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.
[Claire] 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.
[Claire] ...foolish ones...
[Murtagh] In another lifetime,
you and I might've
had more time.
[Claire] ...or ones that save
yourself or someone else.
[gunshot]
[Murtagh] Dinna be
afraid... [speaking Gaelic]
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.
[Claire] All you can hope for...
[Richard] Now, we have
taken it upon ourselves
to form a committee of safety.
[Claire] ...is that the
good will outweigh the harm
that may come of it.
What's the meaning of this?
[shouts]
[screams]
[Germain] 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?
[muffled sobbing]
You are alive. You are whole.
Kill them all.
[Claire] 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.
[Claire] all pain encompassed,
all hardship erased,
all loss subsumed.
[Jamie] I brought
you your brother.
[Richard] Lionel, he
reaped what he sowed,
and you did what you must, as
will I, when the time comes.
[Claire] And if time is
anything akin to God,
I suppose that memory...
must be the devil.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[people coughing,
breathing heavily]
[Tom] Here we are!
My Protestant friends, we shall
feast and be merry tonight!
[laughter]
If the Lord provides
for the lowliest sparrow
what will He not do for us?
[laughter]
[rabbits thud]
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.
[Ronnie] But, Mac Dubh, you
canna let him away wi' it.
[Old Charlie] 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!
[Hayes] Will someone
shut that old fool up?
[James] Leave him
alone. He's harmless.
Dinna fear, Your Royal Highness.
I'll fetch one for ye.
[Old Charlie] Thank you,
young James, most gracious.
Of course, Sire.
[laughter]
Rise at once!
[Old Charlie] 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.
- [laughter and shouting]
We're all prisoners here,
but you Catholics...
There you go.
Accept that Scotland's fate
lies in the hands of
a Protestant king!
[all shouting indistinctly]
Bunch of heathens!
[Tom] Stop!
Stop it!
[all shouting indistinctly]
Back!
Get back! No!
- [all shouting indistinctly]
- Back!
[Harry] 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.
[Tom] Of course not, sir.
He's no different
from the rest of them.
[Jamie] 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.
[chains clinking]
[Harry] 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.
[dark music plays]
[Harry] 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.
[chains clinking]
♪ ♪
[guard] Go.
Go.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
S-sorry. S-sorry.
I-I didn't mean to.
I've slowly been
losing my sight.
What are you doing?
[James] 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.
[keys jingling, lock clanks]
[grunts softly]
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.
♪ ♪
[rocks clattering]
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.
- [Lesley] 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'" ♪
[all] ♪ Hey, Johnnie Cope
Are ye wauking yet? ♪
[Ronnie] I bet ye dinna ken the
words to this one, Christie!
You'll all be damned!
[all] ♪ The gang the
coals I' the mornin' ♪
Get these men in line, Christie!
- [continues singing]
- 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!
[all yelling]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
For the love of God, stop!
Stop!
♪ ♪
[shouts in Gaelic]
[shouts in Gaelic] 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!
[Jamie] It's mine.
♪ ♪
It's my tartan.
♪ ♪
[ethereal music plays]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
That wasn't justice.
Was it not?
- [banging on bars]
- Get up!
Time to go!
[door clanks open]
[grunts]
James McCready has died.
[grunting]
[chains clinking]
♪ ♪
No one will be working today.
♪ ♪
[Harry] Christie said
you'd be a troublemaker,
and here we are.
[Jamie] I have no
quarrel with him,
though he appears
to have one with me.
[Harry] 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?
[Jamie] 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.
[Jamie] But the
fear is still there.
They need food and medicine.
And they also need some peace.
♪ ♪
[chains clinking]
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?
[Hughes] Fraser!
The governor will see
you for luncheon, now.
Go on, Mac Dubh.
Mebbe we'll have
things a bit better.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[man] ♪ 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 ♪
[woman] ♪ Billow and breeze ♪
♪ Islands and seas ♪
♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪
- [man] ♪ All that was good ♪
- [woman] ♪ All that was good ♪
[man] ♪ All that was fair ♪
[both] ♪ 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 ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[man singing in Gaelic]
♪ ♪
[light music plays]
♪ ♪
[goats bleating]
[chickens clucking]
[footsteps thudding]
[Jamie] Claire?
Claire?
♪ ♪
Claire!
Claire, wake up! Claire!
[gasps, breathing heavily]
Jesus H. Roosevelt
Christ, Jamie.
[Claire sighs]
You scared me.
[Jamie] 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.
[chuckles]
Better than all right, actually.
[chuckles, breathing heavily]
[chuckles]
It worked.
[breathing heavily]
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?
[chuckles] It's
bloody marvelous.
[chuckles]
It would be a shame
not to feel anything.
This isn't standard treatment
for all my patients.
- Well, I hope not.
- [chuckles]
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.
[soft music plays]
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?
[Jamie chuckles]
And long after that, Sassenach.
♪ ♪
I swear Mrs. Bug has a
knack for hiding parcels.
Right, then, tea or coffee?
[chuckles] 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?
♪ ♪
[Jamie] Here we go, up
and away with Grandad.
♪ ♪
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?
[Tom] 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.
[Tom] Mm, might I speak
with Mr. Fraser, then?
[Roger] I'm afraid he and
his wife are out at present.
Please, come in.
[door clatters shut]
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.
[Brianna] 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.
[Tom] 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.
- [Brianna] You must be hungry.
I'll make you some food
while we wait for my parents.
Please.
Thank you.
[objects clattering]
[liquid pouring]
So you'll have been indentured
after prison, I take it?
As a schoolmaster. My, uh
my employer died.
Oh, sorry.
No. [Chuckles]
It's not pity I want, sir.
No, of course not.
I'm something of a
schoolmaster myself.
Or was... once upon a time.
[Tom] 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.
[Jamie] 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.
[Claire laughs]
[Jamie] We're back.
We saw Marsali.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
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.
♪ ♪
[Brianna] Do you have enough
supplies for all the newcomers?
Ah, well, I hope so.
- [Brianna] Opening a bar?
- [Claire] 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.
[Claire] 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.
[chuckles] Underfloor heating?
Well, I'm still at the
waterwheel stage, so...
Come on.
Let's go see if we can
help these fisherfolk.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[Malva] We were starting
to worry, Father.
Aye. [Grunts] 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. [Chuckles]
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.
♪ ♪
[Claire] Given
everything that passed
between you and Tom at Ardsmuir,
do you really think the
Ridge is the best place
for him to settle?
[scoffs]
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.
[Jamie sighs]
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?
♪ ♪
[Jamie exhales sharply]
[Claire] Or this?
[Jamie chuckles]
♪ ♪
How about
this?
♪ ♪
Maybe I've died
gone to heaven.
♪ ♪
[both breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[both moaning]
♪ ♪
[footsteps tapping]
Morning, darling.
How did you get on with the
phosphorous Lord John sent?
I might have to steal some.
[clears throat] 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.
[chuckles]
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?
[chuckles] He prefers
theology, history,
some natural history, grammar.
[chuckles]
[chuckles softly]
The name Lucifer brings to
mind the burning fires of hell.
Are you going to use the
phosphorus to light a fire?
[chuckles]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Jamie] You have my
answer, Major MacDonald.
[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.
[sighs]
[fisherfolk] Praise be to God.
[Tom] 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.
[Tom] 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.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Right.
- [horse chuffs]
[Brianna] I'll
catch up with you.
Um, shouldn't you
be at home resting?
[Marsali sighs]
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.
[baby fussing]
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.
[Brianna] I wish there
was something we could do.
[baby coos]
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.
[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.
♪ ♪
[bird chirping]
[bird squawks]
[Allan] 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."
[chuckles]
Is this one of the fiery darts?
[scoffs] I imagine he wouldna
approve of some of my customs.
[gunshot]
[horse neighs]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Richard] 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!
- [Richard] 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.
♪ ♪
[Claire] What happened?
[sighs] 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.
[moans]
Ooh. [Grunts]
- Jamie.
- Claire.
[Claire grunts]
Tom. Tom.
[Tom moans]
[Jamie] Is it bad?
[Claire] No, but
he just fainted.
Do you need to lie down?
[Tom grunts]
[sighs, grunts]
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.
[Tom grunts]
I do not want... desire...
[Claire] Well, if you
don't let me fix it,
that hand will be
useless in six months.
I'll manage.
Best listen to her.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I need you to keep
your hand still.
Rest it on the table.
[Tom grunts softly]
[Tom winces]
[breathing heavily]
[Tom groans]
[object clatters]
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?
[Tom grunts]
[Jamie] 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.
[chuckles]
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.
[Jamie] 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.
♪ ♪
[light music plays]
♪ ♪
- 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.
[Tom] Ah.
Oh, my, uh, apologies.
We're, uh
we're a little early
for the festivities.
- [glass thuds]
- 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.
[Malva] 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.
[Tom] Hmm.
[Jamie] More whisky, Major?
[MacDonald] Mm.
Never say no.
[whisky pouring]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Fergus] Ho-ho.
Looks like the first lot
of trouble have arrived.
The rest... sit...
Won't be far behind us.
[Mrs. Bug] 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. [Chuckles] Aye.
Uh, where's your
brother gotten to?
[Josiah] 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.
[Lizzie and Josiah chuckle]
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.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
- Please help yourselves.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
- [Aidan] Can we go? Can we go?
- [Amy] 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.
[Amy sighs]
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.
- [baby crying]
- Here, let me.
Do you mind if I sit?
[baby fussing]
♪ ♪
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.
[chuckles]
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.
[hoofbeats clopping faintly]
[bottles thudding]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Richard] 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?
[grunts]
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?
[Tom] 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.
♪ ♪
[belt snaps]
♪ ♪
[yelps]
[yells]
[belt snapping]
[Allan yells]
- [belt snaps]
- [Allen shouts]
[Allan whimpers]
[shouts]
♪ ♪
[shouts]
♪ ♪
[crying]
[sniffling, whimpering]
♪ ♪
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.
[birds squawking]
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.
♪ ♪
[door clicks open and shut]
[Lionel] Aren't you the
clever one, Dr. Rawlings?
Now you're gonna
repent for your sins.
[Wylie] A vile succubus!
[woman] You can come
out now, Claire.
[Lionel] Bitch!
[woman] You say I'm a witch.
[Black Jack] I will
slit her throat.
Pleasure to see you.
[man] I suspect you
may be an English spy.
[Lionel] Aren't
you the clever one?
[gasps, breathing heavily]
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 [exhales deeply]
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 ♪
[Claire] Time is marked and
measured in different ways.
[Jamie] 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.
[Jamie] Josiah, a hunter.
[Josiah] That's
Keziah, my brother.
- Sure I'm boring you, Miss...
- Lizzie.
[Claire] Is time
God's eternal web...
- Huh.
- [gasps] It's broken.
He can travel.
[Claire] ...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.
[Claire] 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.
[Claire] ...foolish ones...
[Murtagh] In another lifetime,
you and I might've
had more time.
[Claire] ...or ones that save
yourself or someone else.
[gunshot]
[Murtagh] Dinna be
afraid... [speaking Gaelic]
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.
[Claire] All you can hope for...
[Richard] Now, we have
taken it upon ourselves
to form a committee of safety.
[Claire] ...is that the
good will outweigh the harm
that may come of it.
What's the meaning of this?
[shouts]
[screams]
[Germain] 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?
[muffled sobbing]
You are alive. You are whole.
Kill them all.
[Claire] 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.
[Claire] all pain encompassed,
all hardship erased,
all loss subsumed.
[Jamie] I brought
you your brother.
[Richard] Lionel, he
reaped what he sowed,
and you did what you must, as
will I, when the time comes.
[Claire] And if time is
anything akin to God,
I suppose that memory...
must be the devil.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[people coughing,
breathing heavily]
[Tom] Here we are!
My Protestant friends, we shall
feast and be merry tonight!
[laughter]
If the Lord provides
for the lowliest sparrow
what will He not do for us?
[laughter]
[rabbits thud]
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.
[Ronnie] But, Mac Dubh, you
canna let him away wi' it.
[Old Charlie] 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!
[Hayes] Will someone
shut that old fool up?
[James] Leave him
alone. He's harmless.
Dinna fear, Your Royal Highness.
I'll fetch one for ye.
[Old Charlie] Thank you,
young James, most gracious.
Of course, Sire.
[laughter]
Rise at once!
[Old Charlie] 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.
- [laughter and shouting]
We're all prisoners here,
but you Catholics...
There you go.
Accept that Scotland's fate
lies in the hands of
a Protestant king!
[all shouting indistinctly]
Bunch of heathens!
[Tom] Stop!
Stop it!
[all shouting indistinctly]
Back!
Get back! No!
- [all shouting indistinctly]
- Back!
[Harry] 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.
[Tom] Of course not, sir.
He's no different
from the rest of them.
[Jamie] 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.
[chains clinking]
[Harry] 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.
[dark music plays]
[Harry] 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.
[chains clinking]
♪ ♪
[guard] Go.
Go.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
S-sorry. S-sorry.
I-I didn't mean to.
I've slowly been
losing my sight.
What are you doing?
[James] 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.
[keys jingling, lock clanks]
[grunts softly]
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.
♪ ♪
[rocks clattering]
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.
- [Lesley] 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'" ♪
[all] ♪ Hey, Johnnie Cope
Are ye wauking yet? ♪
[Ronnie] I bet ye dinna ken the
words to this one, Christie!
You'll all be damned!
[all] ♪ The gang the
coals I' the mornin' ♪
Get these men in line, Christie!
- [continues singing]
- 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!
[all yelling]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
For the love of God, stop!
Stop!
♪ ♪
[shouts in Gaelic]
[shouts in Gaelic] 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!
[Jamie] It's mine.
♪ ♪
It's my tartan.
♪ ♪
[ethereal music plays]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
That wasn't justice.
Was it not?
- [banging on bars]
- Get up!
Time to go!
[door clanks open]
[grunts]
James McCready has died.
[grunting]
[chains clinking]
♪ ♪
No one will be working today.
♪ ♪
[Harry] Christie said
you'd be a troublemaker,
and here we are.
[Jamie] I have no
quarrel with him,
though he appears
to have one with me.
[Harry] 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?
[Jamie] 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.
[Jamie] But the
fear is still there.
They need food and medicine.
And they also need some peace.
♪ ♪
[chains clinking]
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?
[Hughes] Fraser!
The governor will see
you for luncheon, now.
Go on, Mac Dubh.
Mebbe we'll have
things a bit better.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[man] ♪ 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 ♪
[woman] ♪ Billow and breeze ♪
♪ Islands and seas ♪
♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪
- [man] ♪ All that was good ♪
- [woman] ♪ All that was good ♪
[man] ♪ All that was fair ♪
[both] ♪ 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 ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[man singing in Gaelic]
♪ ♪
[light music plays]
♪ ♪
[goats bleating]
[chickens clucking]
[footsteps thudding]
[Jamie] Claire?
Claire?
♪ ♪
Claire!
Claire, wake up! Claire!
[gasps, breathing heavily]
Jesus H. Roosevelt
Christ, Jamie.
[Claire sighs]
You scared me.
[Jamie] 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.
[chuckles]
Better than all right, actually.
[chuckles, breathing heavily]
[chuckles]
It worked.
[breathing heavily]
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?
[chuckles] It's
bloody marvelous.
[chuckles]
It would be a shame
not to feel anything.
This isn't standard treatment
for all my patients.
- Well, I hope not.
- [chuckles]
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.
[soft music plays]
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?
[Jamie chuckles]
And long after that, Sassenach.
♪ ♪
I swear Mrs. Bug has a
knack for hiding parcels.
Right, then, tea or coffee?
[chuckles] 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?
♪ ♪
[Jamie] Here we go, up
and away with Grandad.
♪ ♪
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?
[Tom] 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.
[Tom] Mm, might I speak
with Mr. Fraser, then?
[Roger] I'm afraid he and
his wife are out at present.
Please, come in.
[door clatters shut]
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.
[Brianna] 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.
[Tom] 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.
- [Brianna] You must be hungry.
I'll make you some food
while we wait for my parents.
Please.
Thank you.
[objects clattering]
[liquid pouring]
So you'll have been indentured
after prison, I take it?
As a schoolmaster. My, uh
my employer died.
Oh, sorry.
No. [Chuckles]
It's not pity I want, sir.
No, of course not.
I'm something of a
schoolmaster myself.
Or was... once upon a time.
[Tom] 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.
[Jamie] 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.
[Claire laughs]
[Jamie] We're back.
We saw Marsali.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
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.
♪ ♪
[Brianna] Do you have enough
supplies for all the newcomers?
Ah, well, I hope so.
- [Brianna] Opening a bar?
- [Claire] 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.
[Claire] 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.
[chuckles] Underfloor heating?
Well, I'm still at the
waterwheel stage, so...
Come on.
Let's go see if we can
help these fisherfolk.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[Malva] We were starting
to worry, Father.
Aye. [Grunts] 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. [Chuckles]
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.
♪ ♪
[Claire] Given
everything that passed
between you and Tom at Ardsmuir,
do you really think the
Ridge is the best place
for him to settle?
[scoffs]
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.
[Jamie sighs]
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?
♪ ♪
[Jamie exhales sharply]
[Claire] Or this?
[Jamie chuckles]
♪ ♪
How about
this?
♪ ♪
Maybe I've died
gone to heaven.
♪ ♪
[both breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[both moaning]
♪ ♪
[footsteps tapping]
Morning, darling.
How did you get on with the
phosphorous Lord John sent?
I might have to steal some.
[clears throat] 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.
[chuckles]
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?
[chuckles] He prefers
theology, history,
some natural history, grammar.
[chuckles]
[chuckles softly]
The name Lucifer brings to
mind the burning fires of hell.
Are you going to use the
phosphorus to light a fire?
[chuckles]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Jamie] You have my
answer, Major MacDonald.
[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.
[sighs]
[fisherfolk] Praise be to God.
[Tom] 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.
[Tom] 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.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Right.
- [horse chuffs]
[Brianna] I'll
catch up with you.
Um, shouldn't you
be at home resting?
[Marsali sighs]
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.
[baby fussing]
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.
[Brianna] I wish there
was something we could do.
[baby coos]
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.
[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.
♪ ♪
[bird chirping]
[bird squawks]
[Allan] 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."
[chuckles]
Is this one of the fiery darts?
[scoffs] I imagine he wouldna
approve of some of my customs.
[gunshot]
[horse neighs]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[Richard] 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!
- [Richard] 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.
♪ ♪
[Claire] What happened?
[sighs] 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.
[moans]
Ooh. [Grunts]
- Jamie.
- Claire.
[Claire grunts]
Tom. Tom.
[Tom moans]
[Jamie] Is it bad?
[Claire] No, but
he just fainted.
Do you need to lie down?
[Tom grunts]
[sighs, grunts]
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.
[Tom grunts]
I do not want... desire...
[Claire] Well, if you
don't let me fix it,
that hand will be
useless in six months.
I'll manage.
Best listen to her.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
I need you to keep
your hand still.
Rest it on the table.
[Tom grunts softly]
[Tom winces]
[breathing heavily]
[Tom groans]
[object clatters]
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?
[Tom grunts]
[Jamie] 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.
[chuckles]
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.
[Jamie] 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.
♪ ♪
[light music plays]
♪ ♪
- 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.
[Tom] Ah.
Oh, my, uh, apologies.
We're, uh
we're a little early
for the festivities.
- [glass thuds]
- 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.
[Malva] 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.
[Tom] Hmm.
[Jamie] More whisky, Major?
[MacDonald] Mm.
Never say no.
[whisky pouring]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Fergus] Ho-ho.
Looks like the first lot
of trouble have arrived.
The rest... sit...
Won't be far behind us.
[Mrs. Bug] 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. [Chuckles] Aye.
Uh, where's your
brother gotten to?
[Josiah] 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.
[Lizzie and Josiah chuckle]
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.
[chuckles]
♪ ♪
- Please help yourselves.
- Thank you.
Thanks.
- [Aidan] Can we go? Can we go?
- [Amy] 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.
[Amy sighs]
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.
- [baby crying]
- Here, let me.
Do you mind if I sit?
[baby fussing]
♪ ♪
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.
[chuckles]
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.
[hoofbeats clopping faintly]
[bottles thudding]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Richard] 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?
[grunts]
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?
[Tom] 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.
♪ ♪
[belt snaps]
♪ ♪
[yelps]
[yells]
[belt snapping]
[Allan yells]
- [belt snaps]
- [Allen shouts]
[Allan whimpers]
[shouts]
♪ ♪
[shouts]
♪ ♪
[crying]
[sniffling, whimpering]
♪ ♪
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.
[birds squawking]
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.
♪ ♪
[door clicks open and shut]
[Lionel] Aren't you the
clever one, Dr. Rawlings?
Now you're gonna
repent for your sins.
[Wylie] A vile succubus!
[woman] You can come
out now, Claire.
[Lionel] Bitch!
[woman] You say I'm a witch.
[Black Jack] I will
slit her throat.
Pleasure to see you.
[man] I suspect you
may be an English spy.
[Lionel] Aren't
you the clever one?
[gasps, breathing heavily]
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 [exhales deeply]
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.
♪ ♪