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Previously...

Will you do me the honor

of accepting command of a battalion?

I'd be exceedingly honored.

I take thee, Ian, to be my husband.

The Great Dismal Swamp deprived me of my horse.

War is long.

No doubt an opportunity for redemption

will present itself.

I'm a Rebel

working as an American agent

in the guise of a captain in His Majesty's army.

I came for the gold.

Did you get ahold of the locksmith at least?

Yeah, I'm gonna go back and meet him there now.

Arabella's mine.

I'll have her.

What is your real name?

Jane.

I have had carnal knowledge of your wife.

We'll take your prisoner back to camp

and question him ourselves.

Thee must go. They're going to hang thee.

Where'd you escape from?

I was put in irons by a British officer

who took me for a spy.

I think we can relieve your straits.

Gout.

Oh, don't look so surprised.

I wasn't, the way I eat.

In any event, the quacks have ordered me not to travel.

I'm very sorry, brother.

I suppose New York is out of the question then.

For me, it is.

- No. - Come, now.

I can issue you a new warrant of commission this instant.

John William...

Bertram Armstrong...

Stop, Hal.

I don't suppose the quacks will allow you

a game of billiards at least?

I'm afraid I can't stand long enough to perform a lag.

How's William?

When I saw him last week, he told me

you hadn't yet procured him a commission.

He's more than eager to see action in the colonies.

And I could certainly guarantee him that.

Henry's about to take up his own commission

as lieutenant in Garfield's regiment.

If and when William takes up his commission,

I will see to it.

I can't stop William from joining the army,

nor would I if I could,

but there are other considerations.

And what might those be?

The end of the war, specifically.

Peace,

reconciliation with Mother England.

It is still possible.

Mm.

Yes, I know all about your opinion.

Heard your recent speech in the House of Lords.

Christ Hal, how Henry and Ben will be fighting across the sea.

Do you want to have to tell your wife

that your sons have died in a war

that could have been stopped?

America is a son who has dishonored his father.

Let that behavior go unpunished,

and what becomes of our other colonies, hmm?

If my son had done something that I felt dishonored me,

I wouldn't harm or kill him in consequence.

Well, you only have one.

I've certainly wanted to kill one or another of mine

on occasion.

But you haven't.

No, I haven't.

Not yet.

God's blood, perhaps you're right.

Perhaps I could pursue peace.

But not capitulation.

Give me your word, John...

...that you will never accept

the notion of American independency.

Never.

I, Bertram Armstrong, swear to be true

to the United States of America,

to serve them honestly and faithfully

against all their enemies and opposes whatsoever.

And to observe and obey the orders

of the Continental Congress.

And to observe and obey the orders

of the Continental Congress.

And the orders of the generals and officers

set over me by them.

And the orders of the officers and generals

set over me by them.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Well, Mrs. Figg,

maybe it's not as grand as the last one,

but it'll have to do.

Hmm.

May I help you?

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir!

I assume you have a presentable dining room

and that your kitchen's still in good order.

Where's your manners, boy?

What sort of greeting is that?

There's none so fine as the kitchen in this house.

Yes.

I pride myself on that,

no matter who's asking.

This will be most suitable.

Suitable for what, Lieutenant?

Perhaps the gentleman will have the courtesy

to explain himself to you, sir,

because he just barged through

without even so much as a "good day" to me.

I don't care who's winning this infernal war.

This is still His Lordship's house

as far as I'm concerned,

and we have standards to uphold.

"His Lordship"?

I'm General Fraser.

This house belongs to Lord John Grey.

He, uh--he departed

when the city fell out of Loyalist hands.

Forgive me, General Fraser.

I didn't know.

I'm Lieutenant Beautyman.

General Washington sent me to survey the condition

of various properties in the city

since it is now under our control.

General Washington's here?

Passing through, yes.

He'll rejoin the army soon.

But I've been asked to find somewhere

he might meet with a few of his generals

over dinner--

yourself included, as it turns out.

And now you won't have to travel far.

The dinner will take place here.

Here?

When?

This evening.

Then I hope you're at home in the kitchen,

since you'll be joining me there.

I have an apron that will suit you just fine.

Oh!

Oh...

Your pardon, please.

No, it's my fault.

And you're certainly not a turnip.

Oh, indeed, madame, I assure you.

I danced with the Queen of France once

and trod upon her foot.

She called me a turnip and forbade me from the court.

Merci beaucoup.

Might I beg the favor of your name

so I may have the honor of knowing whom I've assaulted?

Claire Fraser.

My husband is General Fraser.

Marie Joseph Paul Roch Gilbert du Motier,

Marquis de Lafayette.

I am honored by your acquaintance,

Madame Fraser, you said?

Fraser, Fraser. Yes.

General Washington has spoken of your husband.

I will send you a cheese.

A cheese?

Yes, in apology for crushing your foot.

I brought many fine cheeses from my estate in France--

also wine, olives, preserved food,

jellied eels, potted meats, and...

yes, I think a small cask of tripes.

It's you who should be catering

General Washington's dinner tonight.

Wow. Mm.

Will you be there?

Considering it's being held at the house

where I'm staying, then yes.

Why, then, madame, I will bring the cheese...

Madame Fraser, you've not tried the eels.

These are preserved in a vinegar of champagne

with an essence of rosemary and marjoram.

Exquisite.

I am fond of marjoram.

Merci, Monsieur le Marquis.

Please, do me the honor of calling me Gilbert,

as those who love me do.

Is this not so...

It is, Mrs. Fraser.

Gilbert is as a son to me.

When I was wounded at Brandywine,

he wrapped me in his own cloak and slept by me on the ground.

Very kind of you, General Washington,

though perhaps we might have kept Philadelphia

had you remained more wakeful.

Perhaps you've noticed, General Lee,

we have retaken the city.

Or is it you who is sleeping now?

Maybe we should talk about battles before us

rather than fight old ones.

I have news.

The Loyalists who left Philadelphia

continue to march north to New York,

but not the army.

My nephew is a scout and has discovered

Clinton's camp in New Jersey.

It would seem at least part of the British army

is much closer than we thought.

Did you enjoy the eels?

- Mmm. - Thank you, Mr. Fraser.

Oh, merci.

Oh, pardon, Madame Fraser.

Ah.

Allow me to present one of my aides-de-camp,

Mr. Percival Beauchamp.

Beauchamp?

Oh, that's my family name,

although we pronounce it "Beecham."

Ah, yes.

The English say it that way, yes.

Oh--oh, well, my family, they're from Compiègne.

Perhaps we're distant relatives.

I'd be most pleased to claim kinship

with such a lovely lady as yourself, Ms. Fraser.

But alas, my people are from La Manche.

Merci beaucoup.

Merci.

Gentlemen...

it appears the battle is close upon us.

But before I leave, I'd like to thank our hosts,

General and Mrs. Fraser, for this fine meal.

I brought you a small keepsake...

...in honor of your hospitality.

Thank you.

How generous, sir.

We will treasure it always.

To the United States of America.

To the United States of America.

Mrs. Figg.

Is it true that you originally had

a six-pointed star in mind?

Yes.

Mrs. Betsy Ross, with her superior knowledge,

informed me that five-pointed ones

would be somewhat easier to embroider.

A nation without a flag is like a furnace without a fire.

Exactly.

What is a flag but a piece of cloth,

and yet it stands for something.

What are we but mere mortals,

and yet we stand for something.

What does a man see

when he looks at the stars and stripes?

And he's not alone.

And we dare to hope.

Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear. - Hear, hear.

A glass with you, and another toast.

This time, to victory.

To victory.

- Good night. - Thank you.

Thank you.

My heartfelt thanks, once again, Mrs. Fraser.

A meal which sadly may not be recorded

in the annals of history, but one to remember.

Your companies are under my command, General Fraser.

We should discuss our dispositions for battle,

perhaps over another dram.

Aye.

Merci beaucoup, Gilbert.

Husband.

Wife.

I do love that word.

Mm.

How was thy day?

Um, profitable.

Dangerous?

No, I-I saw but was not seen.

I met no one who wished me harm.

Hm.

I'm glad of that...

though I had half hoped

that I could patch thee up a little.

Well, I was scratched by a tree, I think.

Back to sleep.

I'll join you once I've washed.

I do not want to sleep.

And I do not want thee washed.

Show me this scratch of yours.

You know, I canna remember where it is.

Mm.

I think you'll have to search for it.

I assume everything went all right with General Lee?

Ah, well, well enough.

Yeah, it's Washington

that's the burr under his saddle,

no' me.

Lee thinks Congress should ha' made him commander in chief

on the strength of his greater experience

in military matters.

Has he actually got any?

Aye, aye, he's fought in several countries.

Washington's only fought in America.

Well, I did wonder about his missing fingers.

Those he lost in a duel over a woman in Italy.

Hm.

Well, I'd never heard of him,

whereas the Marquis de Lafayette,

he'll go down in history.

You know, he brings troops from France

that help us win the last battle

of the revolution in Yorktown.

And he has excellent taste in cheese.

Ah.

Roquefort, one of my favorites.

- Hm. - Hm.

Well, Lee showed me a list of my officers and staff.

I'll meet them tomorrow just outside the city,

drill them for a few days before we leave.

You have officers and staff.

Aye.

Ten companies of militia all under my command,

each with his own corporal and aide.

I have two lieutenants and two personal aides

to run messages, fetch water, load my pistols.

A general with ten companies of militia.

It's impressive.

Hm.

You'll have to be careful,

or Brianna will find you in the history books.

It's not always a good thing

to be found in the history books.

Something else is troubling you.

I'll have 300 souls in my hands, Claire.

I've never led more than 50

and never commanded men I didna ken.

Three hundred.

But all I need just now is you, Sassenach.

Hm.

Well, maybe a wee bit more of that cheese.

Here.

Hm.

Dispatch from General Clinton, Sir.

What is your name, sir, and your rank?

William Ransom, Captain Lord Ellesmere, sir.

Lord Ellesmere, indeed.

Now, I have seldom seen such slovenliness in dress,

even amongst the private soldiers, sir.

You look like a groom from one of my father's estates.

And where is your gorget, sir?

I could fine you 10 shillings for being out of uniform.

It has been lost, sir.

And I'm no groom.

I assure you.

Go.

Mend your dress, sir, and wash your bloody face

before you show it to another officer.

Yes, sir.

God's blood.

What the devil are you doing here?

Who's that?

This is my sister, Frances Pocock.

We were told this was your tent.

Curtsy to His Lordship now, Fanny.

Your most humble servant, Ms. Pocock.

I am charmed to meet your sister.

But I fear you take me at something of a...

disadvantage.

Yes.

That's a piece of luck.

I couldn't think how I was to find you,

but then we heard the British were encamped here

and took a chance.

Perhaps your boldness will bring you fortune.

You know Latin.

There's a great deal you don't know about me, sir.

Doubtless, surprise has deprived you

of your usual exquisite manners.

I distinctly recall asking,

what the devil are you doing here?

Captain Harkness came back.

So we've run away.

Why?

Captain Harkness is with the army.

Why- why would you come here of all places,

instead of staying safe in Philadelphia?

Well, mostly...

I wanted to give this back to you.

I--

Thank you.

What I...

what we really want

is your protection.

I don't think I should have any difficulty

making a living with the army.

But it's not what I want for my sister...

...that sort of life.

I imagine not.

What else did you have in mind?

I haven't quite decided yet.

But if you could help us go somewhere Harkness won't be...

Please, sir.

My sister says you're a good man.

This is stupid.

One...

two...

Two fucking bastards in my house.

Ernie?

No!

Get back in the van!

Get back in the van!

Get back in the van!

Get under something and stay in the very back.

Ernie!

I'm trying!

Get the door!

It's Rob!

Just go!

Callahan!

Why did you come back?

That Rob fellow was waiting at our house, Bree.

He wanted to ask us questions.

We didn't think the children were safe.

I thought you might not be safe either.

I'll be leaving for New York in a few days

carrying dispatches.

I'll make provision for you and your sister

to receive regular army rations as camp followers

and to travel with me under my protection.

In return, you will be my laundress.

Your laundress?

Yes.

I don't know how to do laundry.

Well, how difficult could it be?

Well, one needs a kettle, a paddle, some soap.

Borrow them from the other women or...

...buy what you need.

She doesn't know how.

Look.

I am sure that we can come to another more...

reasonable accommodation.

You don't know how to- to use money?

I've never had any money.

Now, I know the names of the coins,

but I don't know what you can buy with them,

except for what you can buy in a brothel.

My cunt is worth six shillings.

My mouth is three.

And my ass is a pound.

If someone gave me three shillings,

I wouldn't know if you could buy a loaf of bread

or a horse with them.

I've never bought anything in my life.

You have wages.

I've been in a brothel since I was 10 years old.

I earn wages, but I never see them.

Madge spends them on our upkeep.

And you hand me this?

Stay with the laundresses.

You'll be safe here.

Stay away from the soldiers

until I can find you some more...

some more modest clothing.

Dressed like that, the last thing I want

is for you to be taken for a whore.

I am a whore.

No, you are not.

Not while you're under my protection.

Fire!

Name?

Abraham Shaftstall, sir.

Straighten your hat, Private.

This is General Fraser.

Thank you, Lieutenant Bixby.

And his hat is the least of our worries.

It willna stop a musket ball

no matter where it sits on his head.

But being prepared will help.

Are you prepared, Mr. Shaftstall?

What weapons do you have?

A pistol in good--

fairly good order.

Um, hunting knife, axe,

and a snare for--for rabbits.

Is that a weapon?

I'm sure it is to the rabbits.

But it's professional soldiers we'll be facin'.

Fetch me a musket, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

You can keep that as well.

I wouldna want ye wasting yer ammunition on the rabbits.

What's your name?

Charlie Whelan, sir.

Oh, you're fine.

How long have you had this cough?

Three days?

Three weeks?

Three months.

Fall out.

Go to the hospital tent.

Tell the doctor I said you've consumption

and you must be sent home.

What the hell are you doing here?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Do move on, my dear.

General.

Claire?

I surrender.

I surrender to you personally, General Fraser.

You can wait outside, Lieutenant.

Mistress Fraser.

I'd like to examine that eye.

If what I'm seeing with my good eye is real,

you needn't bother with the state of this one.

I gather you know what happened to it.

I do.

I'm so sorry, John.

Is your husband sorry?

No, I don't think so.

I don't blame him,

though I never imagined I'd be his prisoner,

in my own home, no less.

How on Earth did you end up

in a militia with Continental soldiers?

Denzell said you escaped.

I did...

the first time.

Here, look up.

I can't.

I rather think my eyeball is set like a hard boiled egg.

Hm, you think you're joking.

Now, does this hurt?

Ah!

Well, I'll take that as a yes.

Well, as far as I can tell

without the necessary equipment,

you've fractured the orbit.

And the reason you can't move your eye

is because the inferior rectus muscle

is trapped in the crack.

Can you help him, Claire?

I don't know, but I'm going to try.

What are you going to do with him?

Do you have to return to your men?

Bixby and Orden will be drilling them.

They won't need me till sundown.

As for him...

I should send him to General Washington

to be questioned, but...

Washington may well end up hanging him for a spy.

What the devil were you thinking?

You left me in the hands of an American militia.

I escaped only to be discovered again

by another American militia.

I had to swear an oath of an allegiance

to the United States of America

to avoid being hanged on the spot.

So here we are.

Aye, here we are.

What are you doing, Sassenach?

You're not gonna pour honey in his eye, surely?

The honey is for later.

It will make your eye feel more comfortable.

And it should help prevent infection.

Honey it is, then.

Yes, but...

well, first, I'm going to need

to grasp your eyeball and turn it a little

to free the trapped muscle.

Jamie, if you could hold him.

I'm going to need both of you to be absolutely still.

I'm sorry, John, but there's no other way.

But if we're lucky, at least it'll be quick.

What the bloody hell are you doing?

I should think it's obvious.

Well, stop doing it.

Why?

You want to.

I don't.

He does.

Put that on.

I was trying to do you a kindness.

Soldiers always want to fuck before a fight.

Ah, I see.

Yes, most kind of you.

But I'm not going to fight,

because I was paroled after Saratoga.

And as I told you, you are not a whore.

You are certainly not my whore.

Coward.

What?

You heard me.

Good night.

No.

That's all. We can't.

Last time, we did.

Last time, you wanted to.

It wasn't only... a kindness.

How do you know what I want?

Good night.

I can feel ye wi' me.

I hope ye havena come wi' bad news.

Who is thee talking to?

My da.

I think of him often.

But it's no' so often that I feel him with me.

I wondered if he might have come to warn me.

Of what?

That I might die in battle.

But you came in.

I take that as a very good sign.

Do they still say you may fight soon?

We will muster,

see what comes of it.

I only want to make sure I'm ready.

When the time comes,

does thee usually put thy paint on alone?

It would seem rather difficult.

Sometimes we would do it together,

my clan brothers and I.

Ye can help me if ye'd like.

Show me how it's done.

A dove.

My uncle says

the dead stand at yer back when ye go into battle.

Ye carry yer woman with ye.

This is you, my dove.

Bloody van!

You okay?

We're gonna be okay.

Everybody all right?

We weren't followed, but...

I know Roger's in Boston, Bree.

It might be wise to go and join him for a while, eh?

Get as far away from those nutters as you can.

I think we should figure out why your van keeps stalling.

I'm so sorry, Fiona, for roping you into all this.

Oh.

We're safe now, eh?

My wee ones are safe.

We'll all go stay with Ernie's parents for a few days, aye?

And sort things out.

Tomorrow, you'll call the police.

No.

No police.

I already tried.

It's time for a new plan.

All right, Ernie.

Give that a try.

So what's the new plan?

Ernie's right.

I think it's time for me and the kids to go to Roger.

Your laundry, sir.

We're even.

- Come on, Fanny. - Where are you going?

New York.

Without me? How?

You haven't any money.

You don't have a horse.

I promised I'd see you to New York myself.

And I will.

Then we must leave now.

Is this because of Captain Harkness?

I know you stole the gorget back.

What else did you do?

It's all right.

No one will find out. I swear it.

You best tell him, Janey.

Tell me what?

I knew he'd come back.

The bad ones always do.

Fanny's maidenhead's worth 10 pounds,

and Madge was saving her for a rich man

with a taste for newly hatched chicks.

Well, Captain Harkness offered 20.

I wasn't having that.

So I asked Madge to send us up together,

so that I could keep Fanny from making a fuss.

I knew what he was like, see.

He wasn't the sort to plow you like a bull and have it done.

He'd toy with you...

making you do things,

all the while telling you what you're meant to do.

The bloody bastard...

I had a knife from the kitchen in my gown,

and while he was getting started, I came from behind.

I meant to stab him in the back,

but he could see on Fanny's face

what I was doing.

It wasn't her fault.

She couldn't help it showing.

But he turned around quick,

and there wasn't any choice.

I stuck the knife in his throat.

I was gonna do it again,

but there wasn't any need.

Blood everywhere.

How did you get away?

I was in my chamber, and he bolted the door.

Nobody was surprised when Fanny started screaming...

knowing what he was up to.

We got out through the window,

rode with a farmer on his wagon.

If you knew he'd come back, as you say,

why didn't you try to escape before he came?

I wanted to kill him.

Will you give me over to a magistrate?

I wouldn't do that, no.

Why not?

Excellent question.

But I won't.

Thank you, William.

I haven't got anything else to give you in thanks.

Jane, I don't need thanks.

Only...

please, don't go.

Fire!

Drilled them hard, sir.

They'll be ready to fight.

Keep going.

I need them drilled well enough to come home.

Shaftstall, Whelan.

Do you recall me telling you that war is long?

Yes, sir.

Well, since the infernal Rebels won't quit,

you now have your chance to prove worthy of my trust.

I have a correspondence for Oberst Von Schnell,

a Hessian encamped at Spotswood.

It is vital that he receive it.

In fact...

our success in the coming battle depends upon it.

I will not fail you again.

You have my word.

That's good.

You've regained movement of the eye.

Thank you, Claire.

Jamie's troops are being mustered.

We have to join the rest of the army today.

And where will I go, pray tell?

You will stay here under guard, I'm afraid.

Jamie said there's no possibility

of your exchange happening before the battle,

which could happen any day now.

I am sorry, John.

A gentleman to see you.

Monsieur Beauchamp.

Pardon, Madame Fraser.

I have a private message for His Lordship.

Entirely personal.

Personal?

He's my stepbrother--

or was.

I gather you've already met.

Yes, at dinner the other night.

A moment, please.

Of course.

I have some packing to do.

But I won't be far away should you need me.

Beauchamp?

How?

I married one of the sisters of the Baron Amandine.

The family name is Beauchamp.

I adopted it.

Congratulations on your marriage.

Which one are you sleeping with?

The baron or the sister?

Both, on occasion.

What in God's name are you doing here?

Last I heard, you were in France.

...indeed.

I've been there ever since you...

helped me.

And yes, it is urgent.

I'm an aide to Lafayette.

I hear things.

Do you know a British captain named Richardson?

I do.

I gather that last year he sent William

into the Great Dismal in Virginia with the intention

that he should be captured by a nest of Rebels

who have a bastion there.

Presumably, they would have let it be known

that William had deserted while holding him prisoner

with the aim of discrediting your family,

especially the Duke of Pardloe.

Why discredit my brother?

Hal had been making rather inflammatory speeches

in the House of Lords at the time about the war,

about reconciliation,

and the Americans wanted him to stop.

You're saying that Richardson is a turncoat and a spy?

Yes.

And he's at it again,

sending your son to a gang of Hessians

this time encamped at a place called Spotswood,

near Monmouth.

There are details here.

William will be carrying a cipher that will instruct

these Hessians to take him and hold him captive.

Richardson is not bothering with politics.

This is simple abduction, possibly torture,

with the intent of demanding your and Hal's cooperation

as the price of the boy's life.

Oh, God.

Why are you helping me?

Who hurt you, John?

A man who had a right to touch me.

Goodbye, John.

And um, good luck.

Where did you get this?

Percival Beauchamp.

He warned me.

Although his name isn't Beauchamp.

It's Wainwright.

Perseverance Wainwright.

He's as English as I am.

He's been employed as a French spy

ever since I helped him flee a British prison

some 20 years ago and deceived people

into believing he was dead.

And as I said, he's my stepbrother.

William is in danger.

And you believe him?

I do.

He's an unscrupulous bastard,

loyal to no one but himself, but--

Beauchamp is right about one thing.

Richardson is a spy.

He told me the night of the dinner

when we were dancing.

What?

He wanted influence over Hal, and he asked me to spy on you,

but of course, I said no.

Why didn't you bother telling me?

I'm sorry, John,

but he and I were on the same side.

If I'd known he'd wanted to harm William--

I have 300 men under my command.

We're marching into battle.

I canna abandon 300 souls for the sake of one,

even if that one is my own son.

Two hundred and ninety-nine.

You used to have 300 souls,

and now you have 299 and one prisoner,

whom you could parole and set free.

If anyone should ask who he is, tell them he's a prisoner.

You're minding him for General Lafayette.

His company's safe away already.

No one should ask any questions.

Aye, uncle.

Here.

Take these.

I'm becoming quite used to wearing irons.

Ye dinna get used to it, believe me.

Go.

Save our son.

Good day.

Guten Tag.

I have a message for Oberst von Schnell.

Oberst?

Oberst Von Schnell.

From Captain Richardson, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Will you have some coffee before you go?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You've come a long way.

Please stay for supper.