Outlander (2014–…): Season 6, Episode 7 - Sticks and Stones - full transcript

Previously...

I wonder where
the sin-eater is.

No one's seen him in a while.

Mama!

I came and touched him,
and then he took me.

She's with child
by someone and no by me.

I've seen the scars
on your naked body.

I suppose you could take the
bastard for yer wife to rear.

Get out.

Do you believe me about Malva?

Yes.



I think we should
set Evan up with Lizzie.

If he can
get past Josiah

and Kezzie Beardsley, that is.

Lonely, are ye?

I'm here.

You come near me
or my husband again,

and I will fucking kill you.

Oh, no!

I'm standing before you today

to tell you that
the devil is real.

They say he comes
in the guise of an angel.

But he spoke to me
in the guise of a man.

Seduced me.

I lost my innocence.



It was stolen.

Taken by someone I trusted.

Who made promises.

Who was supposed
to be kind to me.

My baby will be a bastard
in your eyes.

But I hope you can
see it in your hearts

to treat us kindly.

♪ 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 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 ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

You didn't see anyone at all?

No.

Doesn't make sense.

Ye must have seen something.

Or someone.

I was busy in the surgery.

Thought I saw Malva
coming towards the house.

She may have knocked, but...

And you didn't answer the door?

Why did you go outside then?
With a knife?

It's a pruning knife,
for God's sake.

I was going to the garden.

What are ye implying, lad?

Yer wife stands before us
up to her elbows in blood.

I don't think
we're implying anything.

I told you.

By the time I found Malva,

whoever did this,
they were gone.

She was already dead.

But I had to try
and save the baby.

You believe me, don't you?

Was it swift?

I want to hear it
from a healer's lips.

How long would it have taken
for her to die?

If you're asking me
if she suffered, then--

Tell me.

How long?

With the cut to her throat...

...it would have been quick.

No time to pray
for forgiveness, then.

A short prayer that would have
made her right with God.

We'll bury them
out in the woods.

We will not.

Can't bury a whore
and an illegitimate child

beside God-fearing
men and women.

- She was yer daughter.
- He was yer bastard son.

He is not.

Whoever he belongs to,

we'll see Malva
and yer wee grandson

lain to rest properly.

Please, Mr. Christie.

What?
And have the angels weeping

and demons rejoicing

that a sinner has been
buried in holy ground?

Over my dead body.

No.

Over mine.

If Malva and the bairn

are to be buried on my ground,
at the Ridge,

it'll be after her funeral,
in a consecrated grave.

Have I made myself clear?

What are we gonna stand up
and say about her, eh?

That Malva Christie

was full of life and light,

that there was
fire in her eyes.

And when I held her tiny baby,

I felt that same light in him.

But...

the state of the body.

I'll take care of her.

We'll gather at the
Meeting House in a few days.

My son-in-law
will lead the service.

♪ ♪

You said it was medicine,

but it's not.

It's of the devil.

You're of the devil.

Plucked up the courage

to kill this one yourself,
did you?

Ha.

I mean, you best
pull yourself together.

We don't want Jamie coming
rushin' in here to save you.

'Cause you know something?

He can't save you
from yourself.

Wouldn't blame you
if there's none left.

I think I'll have one as well.

Did you find anything?

No.

Ian's still out searchin'.

He'll warn Roger,
Bree, the settlers.

The Beardsleys should be
wi' him by now too.

- Pray to God he finds something.

Who would do
something like this?

Where's that Lizzie
to answer the door?

Mr. Crombie is out
on the back porch to see you.

He's been poking
about the garden.

What shall I tell him?

Must've spoken with Tom.

Well, I hope ye have
an answer for me.

There'll be others asking
what's happened as well.

I told him to come back later.

But he was muttering about

wantin' to see
the dead lass for himself.

- No.
- There's no need.

Malva has suffered
enough indignity.

What about the rest of us?

To live wi' such a scandal!

Blessed Mary.

I knew she was trouble

from the first moment
I laid eyes on her.

You must have seen it too,
Mistress.

No.

I never thought anything.

After that dreadful accusation
and her confessin'

to all and sundry
in the meetin' place

that it was Mr. Fraser's bairn
she was carryin'.

You must've hated her guts.

That's enough.

The dead canna
speak for themselves.

It's the livin' we must watch.

Shall I show Mr. Crombie in?

Tell him to wait
for us outside.

I don't want anyone else
to see me like this.

Dinna fash, mo nighean.

I'll speak wi' Hiram.
Find out why he's come.

♪ ♪

Thank you again,
for comin' by, Hiram.

I'll be sure to ask
Roger to read from

Mr. Christie's Bible
durin' the service.

I'll never forget
Mr. Christie's face

when he told me.

And Allan.

- Poor lad.
- Aye.

It's a terrible shock
for us all.

Was it, then?

Speak plainly.

If you're to make unfounded
accusations on my doorstep,

you'll do it in
no uncertain terms.

You sinned
in the eyes of the Lord.

Did yer wife forgive ye

for lyin' wi'
a flowered-face Scottish lass?

Now, Mr. Fraser,

let every man be swift to hear
and slow to anger.

Are we all to suffer
on the Ridge

because ye regret marryin'
a jealous English woman

with a sharp tongue
and even sharper knives?

Did yer wife forgive Malva?

If you value yer life,

choose yer next words wisely,
Mr. Crombie.

So, what,
you thought Hiram Crombie'd

come lookin' to beg
for a cup of sugar?

He just about
has the measure o' you.

And he won't be shy about
telling his friends.

You're selfish.
That's what you are.

You took the life
of an innocent young girl

to protect that
husband of yours, didn't you?

When you swore to do no harm.

Not as if you haven't done
that before, though, is it?

The lying,

the loveless marriage,

leaving when you
should have stayed,

staying when
you should have gone.

I should go see
Tom and Allan soon.

I feel I should be

comfortin' them
in their hour of need.

Don't worry.

They probably need some
time alone with their grief.

And I doubt
they'll be expecting you.

You know
you're not the minister.

Da, is there
anything we can do?

I think it's yer turn
to pacify Mrs. Bug.

And what is it now, lass?

Obadiah Henderson at the door
askin' about Mr. Murray.

I did say he wasna here, but...

What have you
been up to, Lizzie?

Mrs. Bug was lookin'
for you earlier

- and worried about you.
- I was...

just out feedin' the horses.

But I came back to the house

as soon as I heard
the terrible news.

I don't want you
going out alone.

Dinna ken who's about.

I'll go with you.

Come on then, Roger Mac.

Mr. Henderson.

Why is Murray roaming 'round

like the damn
Spanish Inquisition?

What right does he have, eh?

Ye know he hit me
a few months ago.

Gave me a black eye
because of Malva.

I understand
how upset you must be.

My condolences, Mr. Henderson.
It's a terrible thing

for everyone
who knew Miss Christie.

I offer my deepest sympathies
to her family.

You don't need to offer me
yer condolences.

I only mean that I know
that you were friends.

Perhaps more?

And what are ye suggesting?

You think I had
something to do with this?

Is that what ye told Murray?

And you have the gall to say
that to me in front of him?

Mr. MacKenzie's no suggesting.

Askin' is all.

Everyone on the Ridge
has questions

about you and yer wife.

Is it true she cut the baby
out of Malva's belly

before she slit her throat?

Or was it the other way around?

I'm glad to have you on
the Ridge, Mr. Henderson, but--

But what, Mr. Fraser?

Are you goin' to threaten me?

Same way ye threatened
Mr. Crombie?

I saw you with Malva.
As you know.

I hadn't seen her.
Not for some time.

I told yer nephew
the same thing.

And he better not forget it,

unless he wants
a black eye in return.

I'll keep that in mind.

Good day to ye, Mr. Henderson.

Maybe Murray ought to start

askin' questions
a little closer to home.

♪ ♪

I'm sorry I lied about
feedin' you earlier, Gideon.

Do you forgive me?

Lizzie.

Have you seen
the Beardsleys anywhere?

Uncle Jamie wanted them
to come help me

search the Ridge,
but I couldna find them.

Uh, well, not really.

Uh, but they should be home
by now, I think.

Is there somethin'
ye're no telling me?

Surely, you couldna
think that they...

'Tis only that I dinna
want them to be in any trouble.

What trouble could they be in?

I-I dinna ken
what you're hiding,

but ye have to
tell me the truth.

Uncle Jamie's gonna be askin'
why they weren't with me.

Lizzie, if you know something
or saw something...

It's hard to imagine
anyone on the Ridge

doin' such a terrible thing.

Some cold potatoes and butter.

Uh, shall I set a plate
for Mistress Fraser?

Thank you, Lizzie.
Nah, she's upstairs, restin'.

We canna rule out anyone.

Except Obadiah already knew
that I knew about them.

So, unless someone else

disapproved
of their relations...

Well, I think we know
it wasna the sin-eater.

Not a pretty sight
when I found him.

Poor man.

Must ha' died
all alone in his hut.

Sorry to hear that.

I hope the Beardsleys
helped you bury him decently.

Um, no, but...
well, they thought it best

to conduct
a search of their own,

in another part of the woods.

That's prudent.
Cover more ground that way.

I wonder what
the sin-eater died of.

Looked as if he must ha'
passed away in his sleep.

But the strange thing was that

his finger bones were missin'
on one of his hands.

His finger bones? You sure?

Aye.

I wonder if it has
anything to do

with that love charm we found.

Ye think it was a jealous woman
who made it and killed Malva?

Circumstantial evidence
might point towards it,

but provin' it
beyond a reasonable doubt?

Where's Perry Mason
when you need him, eh?

Aye, I know.
Where do we start?

It's not as if we can
report it to police,

or report
this matter to anyone.

Who's Perry Mason?

He's a lawyer from our time.

He defends the falsely-accused.

I think the question
he'd be asking

is who would've had the means,
motive, and the opportunity?

Me.

Ye didna do it.

Why do ye even suggest
such a thing, Sassenach?

I have this feeling.

You know,
when you leave the house

and you think
you've left the oven on.

I mean, a candle burning.

You know you probably haven't.

You've never
done it before, but...

what if this is
the time that you did,

and this is the time
the house burns down, and...

you just can't
shake the thought.

What are ye sayin'?

When I saw Malva

coming towards the house, I...

I took some ether and then
I--I had a lie down.

Christ, Sassenach,
you put yerself to sleep?

Just a little bit. I--

I didn't want to talk to her.

But I have this...
half-remembered dream.

It's a nightmare, really.

Malva was banging
at the door and...

then all of a sudden,
she was inside the surgery.

She shook me awake and...

and I lost my temper, and I...

I threatened her.

What if it wasn't a dream?

What...if I did do it?

Yer mind's
playin' tricks on you.

Ye didna harm her.

You're not capable.

But you heard what Roger said.

About who had the means and
the motive and the opportunity.

If you look at it
from the outside, well,

I had all three,
and everyone thinks it's me.

So what if they do?

Doesna matter what they think.

Whoever it was,

we'll find them.

We'll keep lookin'.

Funny. We never say
that we're "only human"

when we've done something
good or worthy of praise.

Instead, it's what
we tell ourselves

to excuse our mistakes.

An effort, perhaps,
to convince ourselves that

the person we see looking
back at us in the mirror

really isn't so bad.

But who was I now?

What was I now?

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.
Dr. Randall. Mistress Fraser.

Wife. Mother. Grandmother.

Witch. Murderer.

"Murderess" suits best.

Aunty Claire, Uncle Jamie.

There's something
I must tell you.

Is it to do with Malva?

It's Lizzie.

She's...

with child.

Is it yers?

- Uh, no, Uncle.
- Then who?

Who debauched her?

Give me his name.

Beardsley.

Beardsley?

Which of them was it?

She doesn't know
which one is the father.

You mean...

both of them?

I'll have the two of them in.

Find out the truth of it.

Christ!

If word of this spreads...

I'm sorry, Uncle.

I couldna
say anythin' at dinner.

Didna want to embarrass Lizzie.

But wi' folks speculatin'
about Malva being killed

because she was unwed
and wi' child,

I thought ye should know.

I'll speak to her.

I'll see one of them
wed to Lizzie

or both Beardsleys
dead at her feet.

♪ ♪

How's the sermon coming?

It's comin'.

Ah, you've done more
work than me.

I just don't feel up to it,

with everything
that's happened.

- And now...
- What?

Jemmy just told me he heard
Mr. Bug telling Mrs. Bug

that all murdered people
turn into ghosts.

And it's really frightened him.

The old fool.

But does Jemmy even
really know what that means?

Just tell him that there's
nothin' to be afraid of

and to say a prayer
if he thinks he's seen a ghost.

I did.
And then he asked me

if that would stop his granny
turning him into a ghost too.

Who told him that?
Who said it was Claire?

The fisherfolk, apparently.

How far along are you?

Few months or so, maybe.

And is he right?

Both the Beardsleys?

Well...

I swear I hadna
done it before, Mistress.

I mean, I'd maybe
come close a time--

Lizzie.

Ye see, it all started when

you and Mr. Fraser were away.

The malaria came back,

and I could feel
the fever comin' for me.

My blood runnin' hot an' cold.

My teeth were clackin'
so hard together

I thought they'd break.

And then the Beardsley lads

arrived with
my gallberry ointment.

And I said that
they must rub it all over.

And then...

one of the lads said that
he might spoil his shirt.

So I said perhaps
better to take it off.

I see.

Then, well...

One thing led to another.

Both of them at once?

I didn't mean to.

I mean, I did, but...

Elizabeth Wemyss,
I'm not sure it's possible

to engage in sexual relations
with two men

without meaning to.

Or do you mean

you thought it was one twin
and then they fooled you?

No, Mistress.

Oh, ye mustn't
think that Jo or Kezzie

could do such a thing.

It was my choice.

I swear.

That's a relief, I suppose.

But I had to ask.

I felt...safe

wi' arms around me.

I remember openin' my eyes

and seein' a chest
before my face.

Dark curlies
all 'round his paps,

wee and brown
and wrinkled like raisins.

Oh, they're identical
everywhere,

if ye take my meanin'.

I ken well enough
what I was doing.

But we were...

slippery wi' the ointment,

and naked under the quilts.

And it happened.

- And kept on happening.
- Aye.

More than once
with each of them since then.

It feels so nice, Mistress.

That may be, and I'm glad
you're enjoying yourself, but--

I ken it seems strange.

And I suppose I ought
to have said something

or done something, but...

I couldna think what.

And really,

it didna seem wrong at all.

Lizzie,

you're risking a huge scandal.

If Hiram Crombie, for one,

if he found out,

he'd stone you for fornication.

Why?

It's no harmin' anyone.

And it's no one's business
but ours.

Everything that happens here
is everyone's business.

You know that.

And now you're with child.

Aye.
'Tis a miracle, is it not?

Have the three of you
worked out a plan at least?

There's only going to be
one thing to do

in Mr. Fraser's books,
and that's to marry.

You can't have both.

Doesn't work that way.

But we've been so...happy.

Well, if both the Beardsleys

are still alive
after Mr. Fraser finds them,

he may take matters
into his own hands

and solve that problem
for you.

Has Ian returned yet?

No.

Mr. Bug!
A moment, if ye please.

Somehow or other,
Jemmy has got it into his head

that there are some souls wi'
a lot of unfinished business

here on the Ridge.

Oh, the wee scamp
heard that, did he?

Aye, and he's terrified.

If you could be a bit more
careful around him, please.

Well, that's life for you.

Ye canna shelter the lad
from such things forever.

In fact, there's a sow
to be slaughtered

if ye need bacon
before Mrs. Bug and I

take the whisky
up to River Run.

I'd ask you to help, but, um...

but I dinna want
to spoil yer lunch.

Carry on, Mr. Bug.

Roger Mac, come wi' me.

Havena seen the Beardsleys,
have ye?

No, why?

Ah, never mind.

Noticed ye didn't want
yer sandwiches either.

Ye're not hungry?

Probably sounds
ridiculous to you,

but in the future,
there are some who are opposed

to eatin' animals altogether.

Aye, Claire told me.

Vegetarians.

Ye gonna tell me
ye joined their ranks?

No.

I don't know
why I struggle so much

with the thought
of all that sort of thing,

when we both know that
I've...

Killed a man?

God alone is yer judge,
Roger Mac.

What I did

to that Brownsville man...

isn't it the same
as what happened to Malva?

No.

But "thou shalt not kill--"

Does no good to quote
"thou shalt not kill."

In Greek and Hebrew
scriptures,

the word "murder" is used.

Malva was murdered.

Makes me wonder where God is
in all of this.

And where I stand.

How can I preach
to others when--

I can see that ye want
to take care of them,

the folk here.

It's the last thing
I thought of,

growin' up
in a minister's house.

It's the burying
and christening and...

Maybe just bein' able to help.

Even by listening and prayin'.

I don't think
there's a minister coming.

Someone has to do it.

I'm thinkin' it's me.

I have eyes to see it, lad.

I'd have to see about
gettin' ordained.

There might be a way
to do it quickly, but...

you know what's comin'--
the war.

It's already here, in fact.

As a wise man once told me,

there's always a war comin'.

Which is why I haven't
told Brianna yet.

Don't want her
to think me a coward.

Ye think she would?

I've fought alongside
a priest before.

Now, granted, he wasna
much of a swordsman.

I couldn't fight with an army,
I don't think.

But I could take up arms
to defend those in need.

And that is enough for me.

Yer wife...

she has eyes too.

You led Malva astray
with your meddlin'.

Always meddlin'.

You bring pain
to everyone around you.

Your daughter,

she got a good taste of it
when she came back here.

To save you.

Stop it.

Just stop it.

Finding herself in a dark room

in the back of a tavern
with a baby in her belly

that she never
planned to have.

And look at Lizzie.
She can't even tell you

who the father
of her child is.

How are you gonna
make that right, Claire?

Aren't you the clever one,

Dr. Rawlings...

Mrs. Beauchamp,
Madam Fraser.

Claire.
Beautiful lies.

I believe that
you have secrets, Claire.

Now you're gonna
be in an abyss.

I smell the vapors of hell.

Dwell in darkness, madam.

Darkness is where I belong.

You've seen men die before.

You can come out now,
Claire--they say I'm a witch.

- Witch.
- We know what happens

- to witches, don't we, Malva?
- If I had a lady

- to sleep...
- Help with the militia.

Her cold, dark feelings.

...consequences...

More lies.

I will slit her throat,
I swear.

Ye havena told
the truth about yerself.

- Your beautiful lies.
- You trespass...

You only have
yourself to blame for this.

We're goin' to
a funeral, Sassenach,

not to stand trial.

You really believe that?

We're going to meet
my prospective jurors.

Stand trial in the court
of public opinion.

Well, that's what it is,
opinion.

I'll no dignify any rumors
wi' a response.

And what is it
ye say to the bairns?

"Sticks and stones
may break my bones,

- but names'll never hurt me."
- Hmm.

I never did care much
for what people thought.

But this...

Anyone wants to say
anythin' to you,

they'll have to
say it to me first.

Who among us is not a sinner?

Malva was a daughter,
a sister,

and a friend.

She might never have been
called "mother" or "wife,"

but those are not the things

by which to judge
someone's worth.

God most certainly does not.

It doesn't matter who we are,

nor what we've done,

or what has been done to us.

God forgives.

Lord, You alone are our judge.

We commend Malva's soul
to Your care.

Please stand
before we go outside to lay

Malva's body and
that of her baby boy to rest.

No.

Not him.

You put that down!

They're dead...

because of you.

Allan!

May I remind you
that we stand before God.

You bastards.

Ye took my sister from me.

And yet you still get
to live yer perfect,

happy little lives,
as if nothing's happened.

♪ ♪

Ye'll need to be wed.
The sooner the better.

Which one of them
is it to be then, lass?

I--I canna--

I--I dinna want to choose.
I love them both.

It's no a matter
of who you love, now.

Ye've a child in yer belly.

Nothing matters
but doin' right by it.

Doesna mean painting
his mother a whore.

- I'm not a whore.
- I didna say ye were.

But others will
when word gets around

what ye've been up to, lass.

Spreadin' yer legs for two men
and wed to neither.

Now wi' a bairn,
and ye canna name its father.

I can name him.

His name will be Beardsley.

Ye dinna understand.

They're one soul

in two bodies.

If ye care about
the fate of that soul,

ye'll have those two bodies
standing before me, imminently.

Now, where are they?

Please, Mr. Fraser.

Are we goin' to do it
here in the stables?

Christ was born in a manger.
It was good enough for Him.

Since ye canna
choose amongst yourselves,

short straw weds her.

- But Mr. Fraser, sir--
- Well, but--

Go on.

Take her hand.

Now, do you swear
before these witnesses

ye'll take Elizabeth Wemyss
to be yer wife?

I do.

And do you, ye weebesom,

accept Keziah Beardsley--

You are Keziah?

Ye'll take him
to be yer husband?

Aye, I will.

Ye're handfast.

When we find a priest,
it'll be properly blessed.

Until then,
ye'll speak to no one of this.

No one must know.
You understand me?

Well, that's it?

Aye.

And you,
better you leave tomorrow.

Dinna come back
until the child is born.

Makes me so sad
some won't believe

Malva's baby is in heaven

because he wasn't baptized.

Do you think he is?

As a father, I'd say I want to
believe it with all my heart.

As a minister, I'm not certain.

But I want to find out.

I'm glad you're more husband
than minister, then.

But what if
it's my callin' here, Bree?

What if I want to make
the preachin' official?

I get the same thrill
as I do when I teach,

only I feel it
stirrin' something in my soul.

And you're so good at it.

I get it. I do.

What would that mean
for our family?

I suppose
that's why I'm asking.

I could at least find out

what it would
take to be ordained.

Roger, you were
raised by a minister.

We both know what it's like

to have parents
constantly on duty,

called away at all hours.

Mama would leave
at the drop of a hat

when her patients needed her,

and we really suffered
because of it.

Looks like things
turned out all right

from where I'm sitting.

I swear to you, Bree,

whatever I'm called to do,

I was called to be your husband
and a father first.

Whatever I do will not be
at the price of my family.

You really want this,
don't you?

Just think
how amazing it would be

if I could baptize
our child myself.

I heard there's
a Presbytery in Edenton.

Well, I suppose
we have some time

until the baby comes.

Is that a yes?

People crying at our
kitchen table day and night?

What would I even serve them?

- I'm not that good at baking.

Oh, and, um, I'm Catholic.

Mm, that last one
throws a spanner in things.

If only my father-in-law
had reminded me at some point.

I knew about the bacon.

But you don't think
your flock would mind?

You wouldn't
need me to convert?

If they have a problem with it,
they can go to hell.

Sure.

Let's just hope that you have
a more diplomatic line

ready when the time comes.

We'll start packing tomorrow
and leave soon as we can.

Going to go get a cup of tea.

What?

Cup of tea makes everything
right with the world.

A truth acknowledged
by every English person

that's ever lived.

Thank the Lord I'm Scottish.

Morning.

Why do I get the feeling
that you're avoiding me,

Mrs. Beardsley?

Does Josiah
really have to go away?

Mr. Fraser
has made his decision.

What with everything
that's going on on the Ridge--

I'm sorry.

I was going to tell ye.

The day Malva died.

I knocked at the door,
but it was locked.

You knocked at the door?

Banged and banged.

And you're sure
it was that morning?

Aye.

Did I do somethin' wrong,
Mistress?

No.

I'm very glad you told me.

No.

But I didn't do it.

That
doesn't change a damn thing.

You think you can
get rid of me?

- This is not over, Claire.
- No.

The girl may not have
died by your hand,

but you led her to her grave.

Sure as the sun rises.

I didn't do it.
I didn't do it.

- I didn't do it.
- "I didn't do it."

That doesn't absolve you
of your guilt.

Not for this.

Not for any of it.

Sassenach?

What is it?

No, don't.

♪ ♪

You won't believe me.

It feels like I'm going crazy.

For the first time in my life,

I--I don't recognize myself.

There's a...

there's a part of me, a...

darkness.

I can't bear for you
to see me like this.

I didn't kill Malva.

But what if--

what if I would've had?

For us?

Ye didna.

No.

But what if a part of me

wanted to?

We all have a darkness
inside us, Sassenach.

But I--I feel like

this is possessing me.

It's eating away at me.

I hear voices.

Lionel Brown.

And I see him.

And he's--he's taunting me.

And--and the only thing
that drowns him out is...

...taking ether.

I've tried for so long just...

to compartmentalize everything.

It's--it's been
the only way that I've--

I've known how to cope.

And you just, you put things
in--in neat little boxes.

There's--there's Frank, and my
patients, and--and grief,

and the past, the present,

you.

But now, it's like the
floodgates have just opened.

And--and it's not just Malva,

it's--it's all of it.

It's my fault.

Because...I changed things.

Brianna's attack and--

and--and Roger
being sold into slavery,

everything since--

since I first came
to this time,

and it's all because

of my selfishness.

Because I desperately
wanted to be with you.

Ye think Bree feels that way?

She wouldna've been born.

What about Roger?

Your selfishness has given him

a wife and a son.

If we hadna gone to France,
found Fergus,

he wouldna have Marsali.

So although there is pain,

your selfishness has brought
so much to so many.

Without you,

our whole world
crumbles into dust.

But what if I--

what if I can't
make this voice stop?

Not without the ether?

What if there's no magic words
that are gonna make it right?

And I feel like
I'll never get better.

After Wentworth,

you found me.

In the dark.

I let you into my mind,

into my soul.

Let me do the same.

- Dinna lock me out.

Let me join you.

I canna do that when you--

when ye put yerself to sleep.

We have to face this together.

Claire,

dinna sentence yerself
to crimes that

no one is chargin' ye with.

If you're selfish,

let me be accused
of the same crime.

And I dinna care what the
right or wrong of it may be,

so long as you are here wi' me.

If it's a sin
that you chose me,

then I will go
to the devil himself

and bless him
for temptin' you to it.

I would.

I'd do it all again,

and more,

to be with you.

♪ ♪

You want me to do what?

You want me to marry you?

You want me to marry you now?

Um...to who?

It's me and Jo.

If you'd be so kind.

Kezzie's come to be witness.

Ye don't want
a priest to do it?

Lizzie, are you in trouble?

I'm with child.

Aye.

We want to be married
before the babe comes.

But it may be a while
before we find a priest.

Oh, my God, Lizzie.

Are you happy?

We love each other
so very much.

Please.

We want to do right
by each other.

The Frasers told us

ye were leavin' for Edenton
in the mornin'.

Go on. Do it for them.

Please.

It won't be a marriage exactly.

But you can be handfast,
I suppose.

Thank you, Mr. MacKenzie.

- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.

Just let me put my britches on.

I'm not conducting
my first weddin' bare-arsed.

Lizzie!

Hey, Jemmy.

I didn't have a chance
to give this to Lizzie

when she and Josiah
were handfast.

Can you give it to her for me?

Just a little something
as a wedding gift.

Josiah? What do you mean?

Roger married them last night.
Wait, she didn't she tell you?

What?

Well, Jamie handfasted Lizzie
and Kezzie the other day.

Did you really?

God help me, I did.

But if she's handfast
with Kezzie too,

- I suppose it isn't
exactly valid as such.
- Ready?

It's certainly as valid
as the handfasting I did.

I'll have a word wi' them.

All three of them, I swear.

God help 'em.

It's an unholy trinity,
certainly.

What can I say?

The Lord works
in mysterious ways.

I'll tell them

that marriage is a serious
undertaking.

Requires patience, sacrifice...

Monogamy. Maybe they
should've started with that.

Hmm. Aye.

It was Kezzie first,
and Kezzie she'll stay wed to.

That's all that anyone
on the Ridge needs to know.

♪ ♪

Mr. Fraser,

we've come for your wife.

Well,

ye can be on yer way then.

Now, see there, you're wrong.

We've come to arrest her

for the murder
of Malva Christie.