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Previously...

Colum doesna travel, so
visiting the tenants and tacksmen

that can't come to the
gathering, that falls to me.

Have you seen any of
your Scottish companions

raise funds for the rebellion?

- Let's get on with it.
- Why would Dougal MacKenzie

rather adopt you as one of his
own than allow me to question you?

I was wondering
if you had a potion

that might open a
lad's heart to a lassie.

What's his name?

Horrocks.

There's a chance to get
the price lifted from my head.

A Redcoat deserter.
Claims he was there,

saw who actually
killed the Sergeant.

I knew where we were
going without having to ask,

the province of a man I
unfortunately knew all too well.

I'll thank ye to take
your hands off my wife.

Strange, the things
you remember.

The people, the places,

the moments in time
burned into your heart forever,

while others fade in the mist.

I've always known I've lived
a life different from other men.

And when I was a lad, I
saw no path before me.

I simply took a step
and then another.

Ever forward, ever onward,

rushing toward someplace,
I knew not where.

And one day, I turned
around and looked back

and saw that each step I'd taken

was a choice to
go left, to go right,

to go forward or
even not go at all.

Every day, every
man has a choice

between right and wrong.

Between love and hate.

Sometimes between
life and death.

And the sum of those
choices becomes your life.

The day I realized that

is the day I became a man.

Where's your mind, lad?

Horrocks is waiting.

Give him the gold.

I trust his word.

The British Army
trusted him, too.

Perhaps today's not such a
good day for business after all.

Whether you deserted is no
concern of ours, Mr. Horrocks.

We commend ye for it.

I've come a long way,

at considerable
danger to myself,

eluding Redcoat patrols...

The man who shot the Sergeant

was Captain Jonathan
Randall himself.

Ye expect us to
believe that a captain,

even one as vile as Black Jack,

would shoot his own man?

You know Randall.

I suppose he can answer that.

I canna use Randall's
name to clear my own.

You bargained for a name.
A name is what you received.

Good day, lads.

Let him go.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Claire.

I was minding her, I swear.

- I went for a piss and...
- Where is she?

She must've wandered
off, and when I caught up,

the Redcoats had her.

She was fighting
and thrashing about,

but they took her. They
were headed south.

Where is the Englishwoman?

I don't know who you mean.

My friend here isna a bit
pleased with yer answer.

Pray, I don't know.

Pray that you do.

Or your next words'll
be in a lassie's voice.

The commander's office.

In the tower.

Thank you.

Murtagh, don't ye wait too long.

Help!

I'll thank ye to take
your hands off my wife.

Good God.

Dougal MacKenzie
neglected to mention

that you married the
stripe-backed thief.

How's my handiwork
looking these days?

Very well,

despite your efforts.

I don't suppose you'd show me?

Be the last thing you ever saw.

Oh.

Only risk brings the
possibility of reward, hmm?

Just shoot this bastard, Jamie.

Do. Shoot me. Shoot us both.

And alarm the entire
fort of your presence.

Oh.

It appears we're to have
an audience, madam.

I think we should
endeavor to enjoy ourselves.

I certainly shall.

Now, put that
pistol on the table

and let us commence with
the evening's entertainment.

Do it.

Slowly.

I will slit her throat,
I swear to God.

Slowly.

That wasn't too hard.

Back you go.

Do it!

Get out of here, Jamie.

Just go. Go!

Everyone, keep calm.

Easy does it.

Oh, first she
orders you to fire,

now she orders you to flee.

Who is the man in
this marriage, Fraser?

I will cut off your
balls, I swear.

You are a foul-mouthed scold.

For the life of me,

I cannot understand why
any man would pledge himself

to a woman.

Especially such a
mendacious slut as this one.

Would you like your
husband to join us maybe?

What do you say, Fraser, hmm?

Huh?

Or would you prefer to watch?

You bluffed your way in
here with an empty pistol.

Ned said not to kill anyone,

so I had all the
weapons unloaded.

This way.

Wait.

Sometimes I wonder why
I chose not to take his life.

But at that moment,

I only thought to make certain
he wasn't about to raise the alarm.

It never occurred to
me to kill a helpless man,

even one such as Randall.

Alert!

Alert the alarm!

Get ready!

Forward!

Set!

Up.

Up here.

You are sure there's water
down there, aren't you?

Aye.

I think so.

Still a couple hours'
ride from the drover.

We should water the horses.

Aye.

Give him a drink
of water, will ye?

Aye.

Are you all right?

Randall, he didn't hurt you?

No.

He didn't have
time, thanks to you.

I'm waiting for you
to say something.

Anything that
approaches an apology.

An apology?

I was taken hostage
by Jack Randall.

Are you trying to say
that's somehow my fault?

Well, it is your fault.

Had you stayed put
where I ordered you to stay,

none of this would
have happened.

Yeah, but no. Ye
won't listen to me,

why mind me, I am
none but yer husband.

Ye take it into yer mind
to do as ye damn please

and next I ken, I find ye flat
on yer back with yer skirts up,

and the worst scum of
the land between your legs,

about to take you
before my very eyes.

I begged you to
take me with you.

And I told you there was
no danger in me going along.

Would you listen to me? No.

No, I'm only a woman.

No, why should you pay any
attention to what I have to say?

Women are only fit to do as
they're told and obey orders.

If ye'd done that, we
wouldn't be on the run now

with a hundred
Redcoats on our tail.

Try that again and I'll
slap you until yer ears ring.

You're a brute and a fool!

Do you think I went and got

captured by the
English on purpose?

Aye! I do think ye
did it on purpose

to get back at me for what
happened at the glade.

At the glade?

With the British deserters?

You think, to punish you,

I went for a walk in the woods

on the chance that some British
soldiers would be going by?

Christ, Jamie, I
went for a walk!

I ordered you to stay put!

I don't have to do
what you tell me to.

Aye, you do.

You are my wife.

Oh, your wife?

Your wife.

You think I'm your
property, don't you?

You think I belong to
you and you can't stand

for someone to have something
else that belongs to you.

You do belong to me and you are
my wife, whether you like it or not.

Well, I don't like it!

I don't like it one bit!

That doesn't matter
to you either, does it?

And as long as I'm
there to warm your bed,

you don't care what
I think or how I feel!

That's all a wife is to you.

Something to stick your cock
into whenever you feel the urge.

Let go of me, you
fucking bastard!

You foul-mouthed bitch!

You'll not speak to me that way!

I went to you at Fort William

armed with an empty
pistol and my bare hands.

When you screamed...

You're tearing my
guts out, Claire.

I'm sorry.

Jamie,

forgive me.

Forgiven.

I'm sorry, too.

I'll ask your pardon
for what I said.

I was sore and I said
more than I meant.

Will ye forgive me, too?

Forgiven.

She asked forgiveness
and I gave it.

But the truth is, I'd forgiven
everything she'd done

and everything she could
do, long before that day.

For me, that was no choice.

That was falling in love.

Looks like we'll be needing
a few more plates, then.

So, while Murtagh

setting the fuses
on the gunpowder,

I sent three of the bloody
jessies to meet the Almighty.

I am not hearing this.

When I heard the explosion,

I thought the walls of
the fort would come down.

Did ye use yer breath or
yer farts to subdue them?

Are you calling me a liar?

Aye, because ye are lying.

Ye killed nobody.

Oh, oh.

For God's sake, Angus!

Sit down and stop
flapping yer gums,

use it for something
useful for a change.

I'm not gonna tell anything
if you're taking that tone.

I don't believe I've
properly thanked all of you.

For what you did last night.

Ned, have ye got
any wine down there?

Yeah, well, they do
actually have some rhenish.

Quite nice, if I may say.

It's been a long day.

I'll go upstairs.

She doesna understand
what she nearly cost us.

Aye.

And she needs to.

Think they'll ever
speak to me again?

Aye.

They will.

Come to bed, Jamie.

I'm afraid we've a matter

still to settle between us

before we sleep tonight.

What is it?

If a man among us had
put the rest in danger,

as you did,

he would have likely had his
ears cropped, or been flogged,

if not killed outright.

I didn't know.

Well, I ken you're not
yet familiar with our ways,

and that's some excuse.

Still, I did tell
ye to stay hid.

And if ye'd done so, none
of this would have happened.

Now, the British will be
looking high and low for us.

As for Captain Randall...

Well, that's
something else again.

He'll be looking for you,

especially now that
he knows you're here.

Aye.

He...

It's personal for him.

I am so sorry, Jamie.

If it were just
me ye'd hurt by it,

I wouldna say more about it.

But your actions put
all the men in jeopardy.

Right, best get on with it.

Ye've done considerable
damage disobeying my orders,

and I'm gonna punish ye for it.

What do you mean?

Oh, you know fine
well what I mean.

Now, get down by the
bed and lift yer shift, lass.

I'll do no such thing.

Now, Claire...

I have said I'm sorry. And I am.

And I will never do
such a thing again.

That's just the
point. You might.

Ye come from a place
where things are easier, I think.

Where it's not a
matter of life and death

if you disobey orders or take
matters into your own hands.

But it's the hard truth in
places and times like these that

a light action can have
very serious consequences.

All right.

You're right, of course.

I will obey your orders,
even if I don't agree with them.

Good.

Now then, get off the bed
and we'll get this over with.

What?

I said I would
follow your orders.

There's a difference between
understanding something in yer mind

and really knowing
it, deep down.

I can tell ye from
my own experience

that a good hiding makes
ye understand things

in a more serious light.

But as I said, if it was
just me you put in danger...

But it wasn't.

There's such a thing
as justice, Claire.

You've done
wrong to all the men,

and you must suffer for it.

I'm yer husband.

It's my duty to attend to it.

- I will not let you beat me.
- You won't?

I doubt you'll have
much to say about it.

Ow!

The lad's getting on with it.

Seems so.

That is his duty.

You're my wife, like it or not.

I'll scream!

Well, likely, if not before,

certainly during!

No!

I expect they'll hear
ye in the next village.

Ye've got good lungs.

This'll go faster if
ye just yield, woman.

- I'm gonna make you suffer!
- Oh!

Well, ye already are.

You're taking pleasure
in this, you barbarian!

Sounds like holy hell up there.

I'm not sure who's
punishing who.

I'll never forgive you!

If I can forgive ye
for what you did,

you can forgive me, too,

as soon as ye
can sit down again.

You sadist!

I dinna ken, what's a sadist?

As for my pleasure, I said
I was gonna punish you.

No!

I didna say I wasna
gonna enjoy it.

I hope that Jamie wasn't
too harsh on ye last night?

A skelped arse never did
anyone permanent damage.

Looks like she gave
as good as she got.

Ah, well, it might not be
permanent, but it hurts like hell.

- She'll not make that mistake again.
- Indeed. Yes.

Come and have a seat
here next to me, lassie.

No, thank you, I'll stand.

Over there.

Ooh!

Justice done, problem solved.

And I thought the page had
turned on an unpleasant chapter.

But I had precious little
experience as a husband,

or I would never have had
such naive expectations.

If anything, returning
to Castle Leoch

only heightened the tensions and
strains on my newfound marriage

and presented me
with more choices

that would affect our
lives for years still to come.

Hooray!

Welcome home, my dears.

Well done.

Congratulations to you both.

I look forward to hearing
all about yer nuptials.

It's been some time since
we've had a wedding here.

My profound good wishes

for a long and happy marriage,

Lady Broch Tuarach.

Why?

Why did you do it?

I waited for you, Jamie.

I was counting the
days till you'd return.

I had no notion
about yerself and...

It wasna something I planned.

Then why?

Why did ye do it?

'Twas Dougal's
arrangement, ye see.

It's no simple story, I
can tell ye that much.

But an explanation
will have to wait.

Colum summons me. I must go.

Aye.

Ye canna keep a
MacKenzie waiting.

But we'll speak again.

Aye, you have my word.

Ah.

'Tis the bridegroom.

Aye.

Now that I have all three of
you weasels gathered together,

who would like to
explain Fort William?

Is Clan MacKenzie going to have
to answer for yer little raid, hmm?

No.

Any repercussions
will land solely on me.

Captain Randall
will make sure of that.

Fine.

Now, back to the rents.

As I say, it has been a lean
year for some of the tenants.

But we have much of
the stock still to sell off,

which should help
to tip the scales.

What about the other
money you collected?

The money for the
Bonnie Stuart Prince

across the water, hmm?

'Tis for the
Jacobites, is it not?

Did ye not think that
one among the rent party

would remain loyal to his laird?

Or at least, young Jamie, here,

he does me the honor
of looking fittingly guilty.

You mistake concern for guilt.

My conscience is clear.

I owe no loyalty to
Charlie or James.

He speaks truth, brother.

We merely used
the welts on his back

to illustrate British justice.

We raised that gold honorably.

We never concealed
the fact from anybody

that we were raising money to
restore the rightful king to his throne.

That, I might remind ye,

is a cause more important
than any clan or man.

Is that so?

Well, this clan remains
under the charge of this man.

It is still my pleasure

to choose what
causes are supported.

And the Clan MacKenzie's welfare

comes before any
king or country.

I've proved my loyalty
to you time and again.

I've collected your rents,

I've fought your battles,

I've protected yer person,
for the love of Christ,

I've even assured
your bloodline!

Now, I think that such fealty
is worth a mere bag of gold,

don't you?

Leave my sight.

I shall try to calm
his distemper.

Either that or I
will calm it for him.

Perhaps you'd rather
chastise me at a later time?

Stay.

I opened my home to you
as sanctuary from the British.

I gave my food, I
gave my hospitality.

Even when you refused
to pledge fealty to me,

I continued to grant ye
quarter and protection.

And how am I recompensed?

You marry a Sassenach,

knowing well enough
that none in the clan

will support ye now
as my successor.

I meant no such betrayal, uncle.

Get out.

I knew it.

That first time I saw
Dougal and Hamish

playing together
in the courtyard.

Aye.

Many have gossiped
about it in whispers,

and every one of us in the
room already kent it well.

But that's the first
time I've ever heard

Dougal proclaim
he's Hamish's father.

Thought Colum was going
to run him through right there.

That would solve a few problems.

Aye, if the storm canna be
calmed between the brothers,

I'll be the one
to pay the price.

It's hardly the first
time he and Dougal

have been at odds, God knows.

I'm sure it'll be
fine in the morning.

Aye.

What are you doing?

I thought...

Think again.

Dougal tells ye
something, it's as if it's law.

You will do well to memorize!

Cut the Devil,
man. He's just a lad.

His mouth has
been in Colum's ear

and his lips half up his arse!

He gave Colum the moneys
collected for the Jacobites.

And it wasna his to give.

It wasna Colum's to take.

The MacKenzie
ordered me to do it!

I was just serving my
oath to himself as given!

Or would you have
me lie to the laird?

If the MacKenzie
asked you the same,

you'd do it, would you not?

Not after what he
did to Dougal, no.

And what about you, Jamie?

Where does your loyalty lie

between the Chief
and the War Chief?

Now, there is but one laird
of the clan, is there not?

Enough of this blather.

The issue needs no debate.

The lad shoulda come to us

for counsel afore taking action.

For his disobedience,

he's getting the due
course of punishment.

Besides, this is
MacKenzie business.

You Frasers should
mind to yer own.

Now, stand aside and
let us get back to ours.

Hey.

What's all this, then?

I thought we were hunting stag?

Aye.

Who's with me?

It's getting a wee
bit uncomfortable

around here for my taste.

Rupert's right.

This is not our fight.

I'll saddle the horses.

Ye take hold of Claire

and we'll be away
from here this very night.

And how would we live?

Horrocks was my best chance,

and now, I may be
even an outlaw for good.

We'll live off the land.

Or has castle life made ye soft?

Would ye have me
sleeping under a tree

come winter with my wife?

Leave her, then.

We can send for the lass
when we find safe beds.

Aye, spoken like the
unwed man ye are.

For pity's sake, Jamie,

it's either up tail and away,
or we stay and pick a side.

It's not like Colum's gonna
give Dougal back the gold.

Not that I see that it
matters much either way.

The Bonnie Prince isna
sailing from Italy anytime soon.

No,

he isna, is he?

Peace, you say? Peace?

You come here and tell me

that clansman
brawls with clansman!

That my own brother defies me.

How can there be peace until
such disloyalty is punished?

Well, chastising the guilty
might sooth yer anger,

but I doubt it will
accomplish anything more.

The bad blood will only fester,

leading to more violence,

until the clan explodes
into open warfare.

What would you have me do?

Make yer brother a
gift of the Jacobite gold.

You'd have me commit
treason to the crown?

Sanction a Stuart
restoration to the throne?

A Stuart restoration is
but an airy hope, my Laird.

There is no Jacobite army.

The Highland clans are too
busy reiving each other's cattle

to even consider uniting.

While Bonnie Prince
Charlie lounges idly,

being pampered by the Pope.

Aye. Aye, all that is true.

Meanwhile, my own clan
teeters on the brink of civil war.

Then remove the source
of the immediate conflict.

Give Dougal back the gold

and ye pacify him
and his companions.

Let yer brother play the rebel,

as long as he does it quietly.

Let him whisper of a
free Scotland for now,

while you bide your time

and wait to see
how events transpire.

If Bonnie Prince Charlie
ever returns with a call to arms,

you can decide then
which side to back.

Dougal may be War Chief,

but he knows only
you can cry for war.

Bring my brother
and Ned Gowan here.

Are we to stand here all day,

or is there a purpose
to this summons?

One day, brother,

you'll talk your head
off your shoulders

and right onto a pike.

A month ago,

you swore an oath
to me on this dirk.

Ye recall?

Aye.

So tell me, brother,

what's a man's word
worth these days?

A bag of gold, perhaps?

My oath to you is
an oath to Scotland.

I've not broken
it, nor will I ever.

We'll see.

Go on, then.

Play the rebel.

See where it leads ye.

I thank you, brother.

Ned, send a missive to
the Duke of Sandringham,

inviting him to a
banquet in his honor.

Best warn the men
of the household

to keep their arses
out of his reach.

Sweet Christ, man,

can ye not keep
that tongue of yers

from wagging?

Very wise, Laird,

to get the measure
of the Jacobite cause

from an Englishman's
perspective.

It will take more
than yer approval

to get back in my good
graces, Ned Gowan.

Get out of my sight,
all three of you.

I should have been happy

that the MacKenzie clan
wasna about to tear itself apart.

And that I'd repaired my
relationship with Colum and Dougal.

But I wasn't.

The rift with Claire was an
open wound that would not heal.

I needed to do something,
make a decision.

Choose a course of action.

But what?

- I - kent I'd find ye here.

This has been yer secret
place since ye were a lad.

Not so secret if ye
found me so easily.

Ye promised we would speak.

Aye.

I remember the first time
I saw you, James Fraser,

coming through
the gates at Leoch.

I was only seven
years old, still a child.

You didn't notice back then

how my heart leapt
when you were near.

And you went away all
those years, I never forgot ye.

I'm wed now.

And 'twas a
gallant thing ye did.

Marrying the Sassenach
to spare her from the British.

'Tis true the marriage was
Dougal's arrangement, but...

You dinna look very happy.

Ye look like ye're carrying
the world on yer back.

Laoghaire.

When you returned,

when you took the beating
for me in the great hall,

I knew I wasn't wrong.

That you felt the same.

And then, that
day in the alcove,

the way you kissed me.

She was married before.

But I've lain with no one.

I want ye

to be the first

and only one to have me.

No.

I made a vow
and I'll not break it.

Even for a lass
as bonnie as you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

For the first time since I was a lad,
I felt uncertain about my next step.

All I knew was I had
to find a way forward,

one step at a time.

Colum and Dougal
have mended fences.

Our lives in the Highlands
are steeped in tradition,

custom and ritual.

So I've seen.

And Colum chose
to risk looking weak,

publicly changing his position,

because peace was more
important than custom.

I saw a rigid man bend.

It made me mindful.

About what?

Wives obey their husbands.

Husbands discipline
them when they don't.

Well, that's how it
was with my father,

and his father and on
and on and on back.

But maybe, for you and me,
it has to go a different way.

I swear on the cross
of my Lord Jesus,

and by the holy
iron which I hold

that I give you my fealty
and pledge you my loyalty.

If ever my hand is raised

in rebellion against you again,

then I ask that this holy iron

might pierce my heart.

Is it not enough, Claire?

Do you not want me anymore?

Do you wish to live separately?

Well, that's what
I should want...

But I don't.

The key to Lallybroch.

What?

Yer ring.

I had the blacksmith

fashion your ring from my key.

Why didn't you
tell me that before,

when you gave it to me?

I wanted to wait until I
took ye back to Lallybroch.

So ye'd know the place
was as much yours as mine.

But now, I dinna ken when,
if ever, we'll get back there.

- Jamie, I...
- And that...

That thought does not pain me

as much as it once might have.

You are my home now.

I want you, Claire.

I want ye so much, I
can scarcely breathe.

Will ye have me?

Yes. Yes, I'll have you.

Listen to me.

If you ever raise a hand
to me again, James Fraser,

I will cut your heart out
and have it for breakfast.

Do you understand me?

Do you?

You have my word.

You're mine. Mo nighean donn.

Mine, now and forever.

And I mean to make
you call me master.

I am your master
and you're mine.

Seems

I canna possess your
soul without losing my own.

Sassenach?

Yes, master?

What does "fucking" mean?

What?

"Fucking."

Well, after Fort William, you
called me a fucking bastard.

Um...

Well, that means
what we just did.

Ah.

What about "sadist"?

Ye called me that as well.

Well, that means someone

who takes sexual pleasure
in hurting someone.

Oh, well.

Ye dinna flatter me overmuch,

but I canna fault
yer observations.

Um...

Oh.

Was I too rough on you?

Well,

if you bed a vixen, you
have to expect to get bit.

Come here and bite me some more.

- I'm ravenous.
- Hmm.

So am I.

You meant food.

Mmm-hmm.

I'll go to the kitchen,
fetch us something to eat.

What on earth is this?

Where'd ye get that?

It was just there.

What's wrong? What is it?

It's an ill-wish.

Which is?

It's meant to bring pain or harm

or even death.

Who would put such
a thing under our bed?

Jamie?

Laoghaire.