Outlander (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 4 - #DUPE# - full transcript
Previously...
What do ye think?
Make yerself at home, lad.
No, I dinna ken what I am
or what I believe,
but I'll always have a home
with Uncle Jamie.
I've re-created anesthetic.
It's called ether.
You don't feel a thing.
He doesn't take the slightest
bit of interest
in the subject of healing,
whereas I'm eager to learn.
I dinna ken which side
the Cherokee will fight.
If Chief Bird acquires weapons,
they may be soon pointed at us.
It would be a shame
if our Indian neighbors
became our enemies.
Fergus!
Marsali and the children
need ye.
This is for them.
Did you convey my request
for guns to your king?
I've decided against it.
Brianna told me
of the injustices
the Indians will face.
And if ye wilna help them,
then I will.
He had a child,
with his Mohawk wife.
He fights for them
because they are his family.
♪ ♪
My son, by the ceremony
that was performed this day,
every drop of white blood
has been washed
from your veins.
You are adopted...
...into our great family.
You're flesh of our flesh,
bone of our bone.
You have nothing
to fear from us.
We will love you...
and defend you as we love
and defend one another.
Henceforth, you will be called
Okwaho'rohtsi'ah,
Wolf's Brother.
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
"Greased lightning," huh?
What?
Who?
Me, I suppose.
Or were ye not thunderstruck,
there at the end?
What, did I teach you
that phrase?
Mm, I've heard you use it, aye.
No, that particular figure
of speech
relates to extreme speed,
not lubricated brilliance.
Ah.
-I can be fast, too.
Eh, maybe not first thing
in the morning.
There are worse ways
to wake up, though.
Mm.
Yes, there are.
Poor Major MacDonald.
Imagine being allergic to cats?
Hmm. Can he be allergic
to houseguests?
Let's stay in bed, Sassenach.
- Hmm.
- Maybe for a minute.
Mm.
I'm sure Mrs. Bug has spared
no effort on breakfast today.
Mm.
Did the Major say
how long he intends to stay?
He leaves for New Bern
tomorrow.
I must take the guns
to the Cherokee.
Governor Martin
will be pleased.
Aye.
MacDonald brought a letter
praising my "enterprise in...
"drawing the Cherokee
into the sphere
of British influence
once more."
Mm, we should go down,
or the Major will have eaten
all the honey cakes.
Mmm, honey cakes.
Ye'll leave tomorrow.
Mr. Bug will come with ye.
I'm entrusting you with selling
our trade goods now.
- Thank you, Milord.
- 'Tis no small task, lad.
Men like the weight of coin
in their purse.
They'll no wish to part
with it, but, um...
ye're a fine salesman.
I'll try my best.
When ye're finished
in Cross Creek,
pay a visit to Aunt Jocasta.
She'll be pleased
with the company.
Take these broadsheets
to read along yer journey.
I know what you're doing.
What am I doing?
You believe if I can put
some distance
between myself
and my worries...
I will heal.
With time...
aye, I do.
I remember when we used
to print the news ourselves.
Do you ever think
of our time in Edinburgh?
Now and again.
I miss those times.
I had faith in you then, lad.
I have faith in you still.
You must try to find faith in
yourself once again, mon fils.
Thank you, Milord...
for everything.
You've saved
my life more than once.
I've simply balanced
the scales.
♪ ♪
I hit it.
You've been practicing.
I hear the standard
in the army's
two rounds a minute,
is that right, Major?
Indeed.
Of course, there are
some who can manage three.
Is that so, Mr. Fraser?
Well, it remains to be seen
whether the Cherokee
will ever manage that.
Aye. Maybe they should
stick to their bows.
I can't say these guns
are new,
but they'll kill more
and more quickly
than any arrow.
That's why the Cherokee
want them so badly.
You can tell your Chief
Bird Who Sings in the Evening
that these have been
field-tested and aim true.
I'll tell him they have
yer personal guarantee.
Morning.
Sorry?
Chief Twiskwa
Sunale Dekanogisgi--
Chief Bird Who Sings
in the Morning.
Why they won't take
a Christian name is beyond me.
Aye. A simple name
like Donald son of Donald.
In any event,
the governor would like him
to swear an oath,
this Bird of yours,
that he'll fly our way
if the king should call
upon him,
morning or evening.
The king's counting on you,
Mr. Fraser.
Brianna, what's wrong?
It won't be enough...
to save them.
Tell me, a leannan.
About 60 years from now,
the government will force
the Cherokee off their land.
They'll move them
1,000 miles from here.
I ken well what governments
are capable of.
8,000 of them will die.
They'll call it
the Trail of Tears.
I don't know. I just--
It didn't seem right to know
and not tell you.
♪ ♪
Siyo ginali.
♪ ♪
What is it, lad?
It isn't Cherokee.
A three-feathered gustoweh,
it's Mohawk.
Greetings, Wolf's Brother.
When I was first...
learning their language...
...I couldna pronounce
her name properly.
So I called her Emily.
It made her laugh.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What is it?
Wolf, my clan.
♪ ♪
Hmm.
♪ ♪
I was becoming one of them.
Even Kaheroton
was like my brother.
You're raising
Johiehon's child?
We will all raise her,
but she will stay
with Johiehon's sister.
You loved Johiehon very much,
didn't you?
I did.
But she chose another.
And you?
Will you choose another?
We do not choose,
Okwaho'rohtsi'ah.
They choose.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Flower.
♪ ♪
To remind you...
...when we were joined
together
as one.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You, Wolf's Brother,
you tell us a story.
- No, no, no.
- Yes, you tell us a story.
Yes.
This is my story--
being here
with-with all of you.
I couldn't have a better story.
W-what
of your-your life before?
I want to hear tales
of your-your great journey
across the sea and the-the
woman with green eyes, the-
the-the Bakra.
- No.
Let my husband have it.
He tells much better stories
when he's drunk.
So, husband...
tell us about this woman
with green eyes.
Right.
S-she was a--she was a witch...
a-a very wicked woman.
I-I'm sorry.
I canna say it in Mohawk.
I dinna have the words.
Sing for us, then...
about your home across the sea.
All right.
Yeah.
♪ When-- ♪
♪ When the sheep ♪
♪ Are in the fauld ♪
♪ And the kine at hame ♪
♪ And all the weary world ♪
♪ To rest are gane ♪
♪ The waes of my heart ♪
♪ Fall in showers frae my e'e ♪
♪ While my gudeman ♪
♪ Lies sound ♪
♪ By me ♪
♪ ♪
Ohraka?
Ohkara.
♪ ♪
Ohkara.
Mm.
But getting better.
♪ ♪
Ohnehkwentah.
♪ ♪
I dinna always
need words.
♪ ♪
Do you ever miss your home?
You are my home...
...both of you.
♪ ♪
Emily?
My love...
is all well?
- Oh.
Blessed Michael, defend us.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Wahionhaweh!
I must be with her!
It is for the women
to help her now.
Be still.
If you must do something,
go to the woods and pray.
Go.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
♪ ♪
If the Mohawk Creator
is up there,
please...
...dinna let this be
the hour of death.
♪ ♪
Amen.
♪ ♪
She whose hearth I share?
She lives.
And my child?
♪ ♪
I never saw her...
the bairn.
They'd already wrapped her up.
We buried her in furs.
I'm heartsick for ye, lad.
Emily got with child again.
I was good at that part.
♪ ♪
But it wasna meant to be.
♪ ♪
A few months later,
everything changed.
Ian...
The Creator tells us
that for a woman to conceive,
the man's spirit must do battle
with hers and overcome it.
If his spirit
is not strong enough,
the child cannot take root
in the womb.
There must be something
I can do...
that we can try.
You have been made Mohawk
by an old custom.
But your spirit is not Mohawk.
What?
No.
I ken ye dinna believe that.
'Tis only an excuse because
ye think I'm no' worthy.
Return to your own people.
Among them,
your spirit will be strong.
No.
Wahionhaweh agrees.
No.
She would never.
I must speak with my wife.
You have food for three days.
You are a good hunter.
No.
This is--
I am flesh of her flesh...
bone of her bone.
♪ ♪
Is this what you want?
- It is what must be.
- Let her speak.
♪ ♪
Please.
It is what must be.
♪ ♪
Go.
♪ ♪
Leave.
Leave.
♪ ♪
He was my friend, my brother.
He kent how much I loved her.
Was I weak, Uncle Jamie?
Should I have fought harder
for her?
Seems you fought
as hard as you could...
...without taking her by force.
Would you have left...
if it had been Auntie Claire?
It's not the same, lad.
I dinna think I have it in me
to give the rifles
to Chief Bird tonight.
He'll be expecting
a celebration.
Aye.
Dinna fash.
Sleep now.
I'll tell Chief Bird.
We'll do it in the morning.
♪ ♪
Well, I never.
You must be Mr. James Fraser
in the flesh.
Alexander Cameron.
- The one they call "Scotchee."
- Aye.
There was a time
I was the only Indian Agent
who could fit that appellation.
I've heard such tales of ye.
Fair dying was I to meet ye
and see if they were true.
Bear Killer?
I ken the Cherokee have
a deep reverence for bears.
The less said about that,
the better.
You're the, uh, agent
to the Overhill Cherokee,
are ye no'?
- What brings ye east?
- Aye.
We've come to marry off a lass
to Chief Bird and to trade.
I see there is a Mohawk here
trading as well.
Aye.
Bird canna stop himself
from boasting
about the rifles you brought.
A hundred, he said.
Twenty, he'll come to find.
He also said you
might have brought some whisky.
Aye.
Some of my last good barrels.
Care for a wee dram, would you?
Ooh.
One dram becomes two...
becomes three.
What's after three?
- Twelve in yer case.
Ahh.
Listen...
...I've acquired land
in Tennessee,
bought
from the Overhill Cherokee.
Others are buying as well.
I can fetch ye a good deal.
Call it a favor
for a fellow Scot.
It's against the treaty
to take land so far west.
The king made a promise
to the Indians
not to settle
beyond the treaty line.
But if the Indians choose
to sell,
then that's
a different matter, eh?
'Tis inevitable,
this push west.
I have enough land.
I dinna be involved
in illegal dealings,
nor should you.
You're risking your neck.
Eh, my neck's
been through worse.
But I was hoping
to interest Chief Bird.
The trouble is...
these damned Mohawk
came along.
If they hear of it,
they'll cause an uproar
and ruin my deal.
♪ ♪
Ye want to put us to sleep...
with that?
Yes, but only
for a few moments.
Is it dangerous?
No. No, not at all.
And Malva?
That's why I need
to do the test.
Now, I can't easily operate
on someone
and give them ether
at the same time,
but Malva's my apprentice.
She needs to practice.
I'll go first, Lizzie,
in case it goes awry.
That's ever so brave
of you, Jo.
Aye, that is brave, Josiah.
Thank ye for yer
concern for me.
Uh, but I'll go first.
I'm no' afraid.
Very well.
Shall we get started?
♪ ♪
Two drops on the cloth.
♪ ♪
Should take effect
pretty quickly.
Aye, Mistress.
Oh, it does smell
queer, doesn't it?
Don't breathe it in.
I don't want you falling over
in the middle of an operation.
♪ ♪
Place it gently on her face.
Now, Lizzie,
I want you to breathe deeply.
Count with me. Ready?
- One...
- One...
- Two...
- Two...
Three.
♪ ♪
That was fast.
♪ ♪
Now...
you can feel it
when the patient
starts to come round.
There's a vibration
to the skin.
Place your hand here.
Now, can you feel that?
Aye. I do.
Now, during surgery,
we wouldn't want the patient
to come round so quickly.
♪ ♪
She doesna feel it.
Mistress Fraser says we
could cut someone quite open,
slice into them and get out
what's ailing them,
and they wouldn't feel a thing.
Let's bring
the patient round now.
You can remove the mask.
♪ ♪
When are ye going to begin?
We did it, Lizzie. It's over.
Ye've been fast asleep.
I havena--
Best way to convince her
is to show her.
Josiah?
♪ ♪
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
And he canna wake up
until ye take the mask away?
No.
But you wouldn't want a patient
to be under for too long.
Where does the soul go?
It doesn't go anywhere.
It stays with him.
Well, he's not dead.
He's just asleep.
It's different for everyone.
Sometimes you dream,
especially
right before you wake up.
And, uh,
sometimes you see things,
but it's all in your mind.
You've done wonderfully.
Thank you.
I've never seen the like.
It's as if we killed him and
brought him back to life again.
I see now why my father says
it's devil's work.
He'd say no one but God
has a right to do such things.
Of course he would.
Perhaps you better
not tell him, Mal.
Don't you think it, Mistress.
He'd stop me from coming.
I'm ready.
Oh.
♪ ♪
King George and
Royal Governor Josiah Martin
send ye these rifles
with their compliments.
They hope ye'll be pleased.
♪ ♪
Whoo!
My pleasure is not
all they hope for.
No.
A promise of loyalty as well.
I desire that as much
as they do.
Today is a day
of celebration.
Let's have no talk of war.
I'd like you
to greet my new wife.
♪ ♪
She asks for no promise
of loyalty to anyone but her.
♪ ♪
Where is your
faithful brother wolf?
Dinna fear.
He's no' abandoned me.
I've left Rollo at home
with my kin.
There is some who did
not want you to leave.
Did they have a...
A son.
He brings them much joy.
He was walking
when we left home.
♪ ♪
Ye've turned my wife
against me.
Ye stole her hand.
Let's hear that story
around the fire, shall we?
How you saw one man's happiness
and wanted it for yourself.
♪ ♪
What's all this, then?
Ian!
That's enough!
Don't need trouble out of you!
Yer trading's done.
Pack and go!
Oh, Bear Killer,
ye ken why these lads
were a-scouting up there?
It's a taunt to their enemies!
Makes it harder to scalp them!
Let him go.
Ye're drunk.
♪ ♪
Kaheroton, no!
Put that down.
An apology first.
You insulted me.
Ye want to fight...
we'll do it my way.
Find yerself a pistol.
Meet me back here.
- Ye dinna mean that.
- I accept.
♪ ♪
Ye're better than this.
Surely ye're a friend
to the Indians.
A challenge has been laid
down and accepted.
♪ ♪
God granted him a son
but took my wee girl.
She...
she was no' baptized
or given a name...
Mohawk or Christian.
But to me...
she was Iseabaiìl.
Is it my fault she's gone?
♪ ♪
Is God punishing me?
Bringing him here to remind me?
No, lad.
Dinna think it.
God doesna punish.
We need to trust He has a plan.
He's gracious...
merciful.
If that's true...
...then where is she?
I canna bear the thought.
Poor Iseabaiìl...
wandering...
lost.
♪ ♪
My daughter Faith...
...she was also lost.
And I never held her either.
♪ ♪
I dinna have an answer.
Only..
at the end
of life comes death.
And after death...
we come home to the Lord.
How long
the first shall last...
...we canna say.
♪ ♪
Come.
We shall ask my daughter
to look for yours in Heaven.
I ken she'll find her there.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
'Tis my uncle's weapon.
Finest there is.
Take it.
You would do this for me?
You deserve
a fighting chance.
♪ ♪
If I die...
go to her...
...and to my son...
...and give her this.
♪ ♪
Swear you'll go to her.
Care for her, for them.
♪ ♪
Bear Killer.
I will fight with you,
Bear Killer.
Tell your king.
Twiskwa...
there's something
I wish to tell ye.
The women in my family...
are those who see in dreams
what is to come.
Both my wife and my daughter
have seen something
concerning yer people,
though it grieves me
to tell ye.
Some 60 years from now,
yer people will be taken
from their land...
...from the bones
of their ancestors
and be removed
to a-a new place
far from here.
Many will die on this journey,
so much that the path they
tread will be called, um...
the trail where they wept.
Who will do this?
A man named Winfield Scott,
my daughter says,
a general.
It is good you have given
us the weapons, then.
No.
Twenty muskets against 20,000?
It will no' save ye.
What is the benefit
of your warning, then?
I canna warn many.
Well, if I did,
they would call me a madman.
But I can warn you.
You should not go
to this new place or fight,
but when the time comes,
your people must hide.
Any by hiding, they will, uh,
escape what is to come?
I hope so.
If you pass this warning
to your descendants,
then perhaps
they will escape and live.
I will tell my sons
and my sons' sons,
but we will remember.
♪ ♪
Whoever you fight with...
...be it King George's men...
or our enemies...
fight for yerselves.
♪ ♪
This wife you have...
did you pay a great deal
for her?
She cost me
almost everything I had.
She was worth it.
♪ ♪
Gentlemen,
can ye no' reconcile?
I urge ye both to reconsider.
Over my dead body.
- I will not reconsider.
Step out the distance, stop,
wait for my command to fire.
♪ ♪
One, two,
three, four, five.
♪ ♪
Ready...
He turned early.
Kaheroton, ye may
return fire at will.
No, no, no,
don't-don't shoot!
I'll leave!
I-I'm a friend to the Indians!
Am I not, Bear Killer?
Tell him!
N-never let it be said that
Scotchee Cameron met his end
over some whisky
a-a-and a comment made in jest!
He's proven himself a coward.
Let him live with his shame.
♪ ♪
Kaheroton.
♪ ♪
God chose you to be with her.
♪ ♪
I thought I had to choose
who to be...
Wolf's Brother or Ian Murray.
I know now I can be both.
I've been known
by many names, lad.
Call yerself whatever ye want.
All that matters
is who ye are here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What was it like?
They put some drops in a mask
and had me breathe it in...
and all went dark.
- That quick, Kezzie.
Was it fearsome?
No.
Ye're not afraid
of much, though...
are ye, Lizzie?
What is it you write
in your book?
Mainly recipes for medicines
but also surgical notes.
Would you like to take a look?
Why do you write down
the things that you've done?
The recipes I can see
how you could forget,
but...
why do you do
these drawings and...
write down how you took off
a toe with frost-rot
- and the like?
Because every person's body
is different.
But, well,
the most important reason
is so that others can benefit
from what I've learned.
- Like me?
- Yes.
You're doing very well,
by the way.
Mm.
- My brother doesn't like it...
...but then I'll tell him
I've had a look
in your wee book
and there's nothing
by way of spells in it.
Spells?
Is that what he thinks?
He warned me not to touch it...
for fear of ensorcellment.
But I do find it enchanting.
Well, I'm glad.
Malva, would you mind staying
to straighten up?
You're back a day later
than I expected.
- Was there trouble?
- Hmm.
Aye, only a slight delay.
Hmm.
There were Mohawk there...
men Ian kent.
Oh...
He told me everything
that happened to him.
But, uh...
dinna think I have the strength
to tell it now.
Maybe tomorrow.
Of course.
He said he'd always be
a Mohawk...
and he'll always be Scottish.
He's found a way to be both.
That's a good thing, isn't it?
Aye.
But I canna be two things
at once, Claire...
a rebel, a loyalist...
...agent for the Crown
and an enemy of the king.
It's pulling me apart.
It's time to change horses.
I will resign as Indian Agent.
I'll write the letter tomorrow.
You know, last time...
you came back
from the Cherokee...
...you could hardly
keep your hands off me.
♪ ♪
I feel a wee bit
more tired this time.
♪ ♪
Well, I hope not too tired.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What do ye think?
Make yerself at home, lad.
No, I dinna ken what I am
or what I believe,
but I'll always have a home
with Uncle Jamie.
I've re-created anesthetic.
It's called ether.
You don't feel a thing.
He doesn't take the slightest
bit of interest
in the subject of healing,
whereas I'm eager to learn.
I dinna ken which side
the Cherokee will fight.
If Chief Bird acquires weapons,
they may be soon pointed at us.
It would be a shame
if our Indian neighbors
became our enemies.
Fergus!
Marsali and the children
need ye.
This is for them.
Did you convey my request
for guns to your king?
I've decided against it.
Brianna told me
of the injustices
the Indians will face.
And if ye wilna help them,
then I will.
He had a child,
with his Mohawk wife.
He fights for them
because they are his family.
♪ ♪
My son, by the ceremony
that was performed this day,
every drop of white blood
has been washed
from your veins.
You are adopted...
...into our great family.
You're flesh of our flesh,
bone of our bone.
You have nothing
to fear from us.
We will love you...
and defend you as we love
and defend one another.
Henceforth, you will be called
Okwaho'rohtsi'ah,
Wolf's Brother.
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
"Greased lightning," huh?
What?
Who?
Me, I suppose.
Or were ye not thunderstruck,
there at the end?
What, did I teach you
that phrase?
Mm, I've heard you use it, aye.
No, that particular figure
of speech
relates to extreme speed,
not lubricated brilliance.
Ah.
-I can be fast, too.
Eh, maybe not first thing
in the morning.
There are worse ways
to wake up, though.
Mm.
Yes, there are.
Poor Major MacDonald.
Imagine being allergic to cats?
Hmm. Can he be allergic
to houseguests?
Let's stay in bed, Sassenach.
- Hmm.
- Maybe for a minute.
Mm.
I'm sure Mrs. Bug has spared
no effort on breakfast today.
Mm.
Did the Major say
how long he intends to stay?
He leaves for New Bern
tomorrow.
I must take the guns
to the Cherokee.
Governor Martin
will be pleased.
Aye.
MacDonald brought a letter
praising my "enterprise in...
"drawing the Cherokee
into the sphere
of British influence
once more."
Mm, we should go down,
or the Major will have eaten
all the honey cakes.
Mmm, honey cakes.
Ye'll leave tomorrow.
Mr. Bug will come with ye.
I'm entrusting you with selling
our trade goods now.
- Thank you, Milord.
- 'Tis no small task, lad.
Men like the weight of coin
in their purse.
They'll no wish to part
with it, but, um...
ye're a fine salesman.
I'll try my best.
When ye're finished
in Cross Creek,
pay a visit to Aunt Jocasta.
She'll be pleased
with the company.
Take these broadsheets
to read along yer journey.
I know what you're doing.
What am I doing?
You believe if I can put
some distance
between myself
and my worries...
I will heal.
With time...
aye, I do.
I remember when we used
to print the news ourselves.
Do you ever think
of our time in Edinburgh?
Now and again.
I miss those times.
I had faith in you then, lad.
I have faith in you still.
You must try to find faith in
yourself once again, mon fils.
Thank you, Milord...
for everything.
You've saved
my life more than once.
I've simply balanced
the scales.
♪ ♪
I hit it.
You've been practicing.
I hear the standard
in the army's
two rounds a minute,
is that right, Major?
Indeed.
Of course, there are
some who can manage three.
Is that so, Mr. Fraser?
Well, it remains to be seen
whether the Cherokee
will ever manage that.
Aye. Maybe they should
stick to their bows.
I can't say these guns
are new,
but they'll kill more
and more quickly
than any arrow.
That's why the Cherokee
want them so badly.
You can tell your Chief
Bird Who Sings in the Evening
that these have been
field-tested and aim true.
I'll tell him they have
yer personal guarantee.
Morning.
Sorry?
Chief Twiskwa
Sunale Dekanogisgi--
Chief Bird Who Sings
in the Morning.
Why they won't take
a Christian name is beyond me.
Aye. A simple name
like Donald son of Donald.
In any event,
the governor would like him
to swear an oath,
this Bird of yours,
that he'll fly our way
if the king should call
upon him,
morning or evening.
The king's counting on you,
Mr. Fraser.
Brianna, what's wrong?
It won't be enough...
to save them.
Tell me, a leannan.
About 60 years from now,
the government will force
the Cherokee off their land.
They'll move them
1,000 miles from here.
I ken well what governments
are capable of.
8,000 of them will die.
They'll call it
the Trail of Tears.
I don't know. I just--
It didn't seem right to know
and not tell you.
♪ ♪
Siyo ginali.
♪ ♪
What is it, lad?
It isn't Cherokee.
A three-feathered gustoweh,
it's Mohawk.
Greetings, Wolf's Brother.
When I was first...
learning their language...
...I couldna pronounce
her name properly.
So I called her Emily.
It made her laugh.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What is it?
Wolf, my clan.
♪ ♪
Hmm.
♪ ♪
I was becoming one of them.
Even Kaheroton
was like my brother.
You're raising
Johiehon's child?
We will all raise her,
but she will stay
with Johiehon's sister.
You loved Johiehon very much,
didn't you?
I did.
But she chose another.
And you?
Will you choose another?
We do not choose,
Okwaho'rohtsi'ah.
They choose.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Flower.
♪ ♪
To remind you...
...when we were joined
together
as one.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You, Wolf's Brother,
you tell us a story.
- No, no, no.
- Yes, you tell us a story.
Yes.
This is my story--
being here
with-with all of you.
I couldn't have a better story.
W-what
of your-your life before?
I want to hear tales
of your-your great journey
across the sea and the-the
woman with green eyes, the-
the-the Bakra.
- No.
Let my husband have it.
He tells much better stories
when he's drunk.
So, husband...
tell us about this woman
with green eyes.
Right.
S-she was a--she was a witch...
a-a very wicked woman.
I-I'm sorry.
I canna say it in Mohawk.
I dinna have the words.
Sing for us, then...
about your home across the sea.
All right.
Yeah.
♪ When-- ♪
♪ When the sheep ♪
♪ Are in the fauld ♪
♪ And the kine at hame ♪
♪ And all the weary world ♪
♪ To rest are gane ♪
♪ The waes of my heart ♪
♪ Fall in showers frae my e'e ♪
♪ While my gudeman ♪
♪ Lies sound ♪
♪ By me ♪
♪ ♪
Ohraka?
Ohkara.
♪ ♪
Ohkara.
Mm.
But getting better.
♪ ♪
Ohnehkwentah.
♪ ♪
I dinna always
need words.
♪ ♪
Do you ever miss your home?
You are my home...
...both of you.
♪ ♪
Emily?
My love...
is all well?
- Oh.
Blessed Michael, defend us.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Wahionhaweh!
I must be with her!
It is for the women
to help her now.
Be still.
If you must do something,
go to the woods and pray.
Go.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.
♪ ♪
If the Mohawk Creator
is up there,
please...
...dinna let this be
the hour of death.
♪ ♪
Amen.
♪ ♪
She whose hearth I share?
She lives.
And my child?
♪ ♪
I never saw her...
the bairn.
They'd already wrapped her up.
We buried her in furs.
I'm heartsick for ye, lad.
Emily got with child again.
I was good at that part.
♪ ♪
But it wasna meant to be.
♪ ♪
A few months later,
everything changed.
Ian...
The Creator tells us
that for a woman to conceive,
the man's spirit must do battle
with hers and overcome it.
If his spirit
is not strong enough,
the child cannot take root
in the womb.
There must be something
I can do...
that we can try.
You have been made Mohawk
by an old custom.
But your spirit is not Mohawk.
What?
No.
I ken ye dinna believe that.
'Tis only an excuse because
ye think I'm no' worthy.
Return to your own people.
Among them,
your spirit will be strong.
No.
Wahionhaweh agrees.
No.
She would never.
I must speak with my wife.
You have food for three days.
You are a good hunter.
No.
This is--
I am flesh of her flesh...
bone of her bone.
♪ ♪
Is this what you want?
- It is what must be.
- Let her speak.
♪ ♪
Please.
It is what must be.
♪ ♪
Go.
♪ ♪
Leave.
Leave.
♪ ♪
He was my friend, my brother.
He kent how much I loved her.
Was I weak, Uncle Jamie?
Should I have fought harder
for her?
Seems you fought
as hard as you could...
...without taking her by force.
Would you have left...
if it had been Auntie Claire?
It's not the same, lad.
I dinna think I have it in me
to give the rifles
to Chief Bird tonight.
He'll be expecting
a celebration.
Aye.
Dinna fash.
Sleep now.
I'll tell Chief Bird.
We'll do it in the morning.
♪ ♪
Well, I never.
You must be Mr. James Fraser
in the flesh.
Alexander Cameron.
- The one they call "Scotchee."
- Aye.
There was a time
I was the only Indian Agent
who could fit that appellation.
I've heard such tales of ye.
Fair dying was I to meet ye
and see if they were true.
Bear Killer?
I ken the Cherokee have
a deep reverence for bears.
The less said about that,
the better.
You're the, uh, agent
to the Overhill Cherokee,
are ye no'?
- What brings ye east?
- Aye.
We've come to marry off a lass
to Chief Bird and to trade.
I see there is a Mohawk here
trading as well.
Aye.
Bird canna stop himself
from boasting
about the rifles you brought.
A hundred, he said.
Twenty, he'll come to find.
He also said you
might have brought some whisky.
Aye.
Some of my last good barrels.
Care for a wee dram, would you?
Ooh.
One dram becomes two...
becomes three.
What's after three?
- Twelve in yer case.
Ahh.
Listen...
...I've acquired land
in Tennessee,
bought
from the Overhill Cherokee.
Others are buying as well.
I can fetch ye a good deal.
Call it a favor
for a fellow Scot.
It's against the treaty
to take land so far west.
The king made a promise
to the Indians
not to settle
beyond the treaty line.
But if the Indians choose
to sell,
then that's
a different matter, eh?
'Tis inevitable,
this push west.
I have enough land.
I dinna be involved
in illegal dealings,
nor should you.
You're risking your neck.
Eh, my neck's
been through worse.
But I was hoping
to interest Chief Bird.
The trouble is...
these damned Mohawk
came along.
If they hear of it,
they'll cause an uproar
and ruin my deal.
♪ ♪
Ye want to put us to sleep...
with that?
Yes, but only
for a few moments.
Is it dangerous?
No. No, not at all.
And Malva?
That's why I need
to do the test.
Now, I can't easily operate
on someone
and give them ether
at the same time,
but Malva's my apprentice.
She needs to practice.
I'll go first, Lizzie,
in case it goes awry.
That's ever so brave
of you, Jo.
Aye, that is brave, Josiah.
Thank ye for yer
concern for me.
Uh, but I'll go first.
I'm no' afraid.
Very well.
Shall we get started?
♪ ♪
Two drops on the cloth.
♪ ♪
Should take effect
pretty quickly.
Aye, Mistress.
Oh, it does smell
queer, doesn't it?
Don't breathe it in.
I don't want you falling over
in the middle of an operation.
♪ ♪
Place it gently on her face.
Now, Lizzie,
I want you to breathe deeply.
Count with me. Ready?
- One...
- One...
- Two...
- Two...
Three.
♪ ♪
That was fast.
♪ ♪
Now...
you can feel it
when the patient
starts to come round.
There's a vibration
to the skin.
Place your hand here.
Now, can you feel that?
Aye. I do.
Now, during surgery,
we wouldn't want the patient
to come round so quickly.
♪ ♪
She doesna feel it.
Mistress Fraser says we
could cut someone quite open,
slice into them and get out
what's ailing them,
and they wouldn't feel a thing.
Let's bring
the patient round now.
You can remove the mask.
♪ ♪
When are ye going to begin?
We did it, Lizzie. It's over.
Ye've been fast asleep.
I havena--
Best way to convince her
is to show her.
Josiah?
♪ ♪
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
And he canna wake up
until ye take the mask away?
No.
But you wouldn't want a patient
to be under for too long.
Where does the soul go?
It doesn't go anywhere.
It stays with him.
Well, he's not dead.
He's just asleep.
It's different for everyone.
Sometimes you dream,
especially
right before you wake up.
And, uh,
sometimes you see things,
but it's all in your mind.
You've done wonderfully.
Thank you.
I've never seen the like.
It's as if we killed him and
brought him back to life again.
I see now why my father says
it's devil's work.
He'd say no one but God
has a right to do such things.
Of course he would.
Perhaps you better
not tell him, Mal.
Don't you think it, Mistress.
He'd stop me from coming.
I'm ready.
Oh.
♪ ♪
King George and
Royal Governor Josiah Martin
send ye these rifles
with their compliments.
They hope ye'll be pleased.
♪ ♪
Whoo!
My pleasure is not
all they hope for.
No.
A promise of loyalty as well.
I desire that as much
as they do.
Today is a day
of celebration.
Let's have no talk of war.
I'd like you
to greet my new wife.
♪ ♪
She asks for no promise
of loyalty to anyone but her.
♪ ♪
Where is your
faithful brother wolf?
Dinna fear.
He's no' abandoned me.
I've left Rollo at home
with my kin.
There is some who did
not want you to leave.
Did they have a...
A son.
He brings them much joy.
He was walking
when we left home.
♪ ♪
Ye've turned my wife
against me.
Ye stole her hand.
Let's hear that story
around the fire, shall we?
How you saw one man's happiness
and wanted it for yourself.
♪ ♪
What's all this, then?
Ian!
That's enough!
Don't need trouble out of you!
Yer trading's done.
Pack and go!
Oh, Bear Killer,
ye ken why these lads
were a-scouting up there?
It's a taunt to their enemies!
Makes it harder to scalp them!
Let him go.
Ye're drunk.
♪ ♪
Kaheroton, no!
Put that down.
An apology first.
You insulted me.
Ye want to fight...
we'll do it my way.
Find yerself a pistol.
Meet me back here.
- Ye dinna mean that.
- I accept.
♪ ♪
Ye're better than this.
Surely ye're a friend
to the Indians.
A challenge has been laid
down and accepted.
♪ ♪
God granted him a son
but took my wee girl.
She...
she was no' baptized
or given a name...
Mohawk or Christian.
But to me...
she was Iseabaiìl.
Is it my fault she's gone?
♪ ♪
Is God punishing me?
Bringing him here to remind me?
No, lad.
Dinna think it.
God doesna punish.
We need to trust He has a plan.
He's gracious...
merciful.
If that's true...
...then where is she?
I canna bear the thought.
Poor Iseabaiìl...
wandering...
lost.
♪ ♪
My daughter Faith...
...she was also lost.
And I never held her either.
♪ ♪
I dinna have an answer.
Only..
at the end
of life comes death.
And after death...
we come home to the Lord.
How long
the first shall last...
...we canna say.
♪ ♪
Come.
We shall ask my daughter
to look for yours in Heaven.
I ken she'll find her there.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
'Tis my uncle's weapon.
Finest there is.
Take it.
You would do this for me?
You deserve
a fighting chance.
♪ ♪
If I die...
go to her...
...and to my son...
...and give her this.
♪ ♪
Swear you'll go to her.
Care for her, for them.
♪ ♪
Bear Killer.
I will fight with you,
Bear Killer.
Tell your king.
Twiskwa...
there's something
I wish to tell ye.
The women in my family...
are those who see in dreams
what is to come.
Both my wife and my daughter
have seen something
concerning yer people,
though it grieves me
to tell ye.
Some 60 years from now,
yer people will be taken
from their land...
...from the bones
of their ancestors
and be removed
to a-a new place
far from here.
Many will die on this journey,
so much that the path they
tread will be called, um...
the trail where they wept.
Who will do this?
A man named Winfield Scott,
my daughter says,
a general.
It is good you have given
us the weapons, then.
No.
Twenty muskets against 20,000?
It will no' save ye.
What is the benefit
of your warning, then?
I canna warn many.
Well, if I did,
they would call me a madman.
But I can warn you.
You should not go
to this new place or fight,
but when the time comes,
your people must hide.
Any by hiding, they will, uh,
escape what is to come?
I hope so.
If you pass this warning
to your descendants,
then perhaps
they will escape and live.
I will tell my sons
and my sons' sons,
but we will remember.
♪ ♪
Whoever you fight with...
...be it King George's men...
or our enemies...
fight for yerselves.
♪ ♪
This wife you have...
did you pay a great deal
for her?
She cost me
almost everything I had.
She was worth it.
♪ ♪
Gentlemen,
can ye no' reconcile?
I urge ye both to reconsider.
Over my dead body.
- I will not reconsider.
Step out the distance, stop,
wait for my command to fire.
♪ ♪
One, two,
three, four, five.
♪ ♪
Ready...
He turned early.
Kaheroton, ye may
return fire at will.
No, no, no,
don't-don't shoot!
I'll leave!
I-I'm a friend to the Indians!
Am I not, Bear Killer?
Tell him!
N-never let it be said that
Scotchee Cameron met his end
over some whisky
a-a-and a comment made in jest!
He's proven himself a coward.
Let him live with his shame.
♪ ♪
Kaheroton.
♪ ♪
God chose you to be with her.
♪ ♪
I thought I had to choose
who to be...
Wolf's Brother or Ian Murray.
I know now I can be both.
I've been known
by many names, lad.
Call yerself whatever ye want.
All that matters
is who ye are here.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
What was it like?
They put some drops in a mask
and had me breathe it in...
and all went dark.
- That quick, Kezzie.
Was it fearsome?
No.
Ye're not afraid
of much, though...
are ye, Lizzie?
What is it you write
in your book?
Mainly recipes for medicines
but also surgical notes.
Would you like to take a look?
Why do you write down
the things that you've done?
The recipes I can see
how you could forget,
but...
why do you do
these drawings and...
write down how you took off
a toe with frost-rot
- and the like?
Because every person's body
is different.
But, well,
the most important reason
is so that others can benefit
from what I've learned.
- Like me?
- Yes.
You're doing very well,
by the way.
Mm.
- My brother doesn't like it...
...but then I'll tell him
I've had a look
in your wee book
and there's nothing
by way of spells in it.
Spells?
Is that what he thinks?
He warned me not to touch it...
for fear of ensorcellment.
But I do find it enchanting.
Well, I'm glad.
Malva, would you mind staying
to straighten up?
You're back a day later
than I expected.
- Was there trouble?
- Hmm.
Aye, only a slight delay.
Hmm.
There were Mohawk there...
men Ian kent.
Oh...
He told me everything
that happened to him.
But, uh...
dinna think I have the strength
to tell it now.
Maybe tomorrow.
Of course.
He said he'd always be
a Mohawk...
and he'll always be Scottish.
He's found a way to be both.
That's a good thing, isn't it?
Aye.
But I canna be two things
at once, Claire...
a rebel, a loyalist...
...agent for the Crown
and an enemy of the king.
It's pulling me apart.
It's time to change horses.
I will resign as Indian Agent.
I'll write the letter tomorrow.
You know, last time...
you came back
from the Cherokee...
...you could hardly
keep your hands off me.
♪ ♪
I feel a wee bit
more tired this time.
♪ ♪
Well, I hope not too tired.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪