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- Previously...
- Come with me through the stones.

No, I can't. My destiny
lies on Culloden Moor.

So if our first theory is correct,

Jamie's alive 20 years after Culloden,

so 1766.

I found him.

"Freedom and whisky gang thegither."

Only someone with
knowledge of the future

could have quoted lines that
hadn't been written yet.

Have a look at the printer's name...

Alexander Malcolm.

Alexander Malcolm?

This is Jamie.

You can go back.

We all have our secrets.

Anyone with half an eye can see it.

It won't be long before Young
Willie sees it himself.

If I go, we may never
see each other again.

Can you live with that?

'Cause I don't know if I can.

You gave Jamie up for me.

Now I have to give him back to you.

There.

Cannot have you strolling
along High Street

with your stock half done.

Well...

ye have the advantage of
peering directly at it.

Or perhaps it takes a woman's touch

to do things properly.

I'll no argue that matter.

A wise man.

Morning.

He's coming.

Ye can come out.

The stench of seaweed
and whisky betrayed ye.

Not to worry, Mac Dubh.

It's just us.

Young Ian said we could
sleep here last night.

We lost our beds at the boarding house.

Been sleeping in a cosh
down near the docks.

Ye didn't come in the
front door, did ye?

I told ye he'd be upset wi' us.

I told ye not to be
seen here in daylight.

This business can't
afford to be associated

- with the likes of you.
- Dinna fash, Mac Dubh.

We come when it was pitch black ootside.

None save an owl coulda recognized us.

Well, since ye're here,

ye can make yerselves useful.

These...

are to go to Arbroath.

The owner of The Three
Thistles is a papist.

Deliver these to him.

Once you've handed them over,

dinna linger about to judge

the quality of the local women or drink.

- Eh, we didna plan to.
- Ye did plan to.

That's why I told ye not to do it.

- Ye dinna trust us, Mac Dubh?
- Ah.

I trust ye wi' my life.

Trouble is, I dinna
trust you wi' yer own.

Be mindful.

These are naught but treason.

Caught, and your necks are in ropes.

I see the riffraff's here...

again.

A pleasant morning to ye, Geordie.

That boil on your neck's getting larger.

Ye might want to have that lanced
before ye ignite the next plague.

It's a goiter,

and it's not infectious.

Ooh! Appears you have
a small child hanging

on yer evvera word.

Since I am in yer service,
I must come here,

but must I also be subjected
to yer cohorts' ridicule?

No.

No, yer right.

- We mean ne harm by it.
- Aye.

- Just means we're fond of ye, is all.
- Oh, well, pardon me

if I don't welcome that sort of amity.

Out the back.

Be quick about it.

- Before any customers arrive.
- Aye, Mac Dubh.

Before ye start yer day, Geordie,

need more soda ash for the presses.

Of course.

Perhaps this evening,
before I leave for the day,

you might share any chores or errands

ye care to have done

so I can carry them out
on my way into the shop.

So I'm no retraveling my steps.

That you, Geordie?

Took ye long enough.

Where'd you go to get the
ash? All the way to Glasgow?

It isn't Geordie.

It's me...

Claire.

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You're real.

So are you.

I thought you were dead.

Claire...

Oh.

Uh, what is it?

I thought I'd lost hold
altogether and pissed myself,

but it's all right.

Just spilled the alepot again.

Do you mind?

Uh...

It's all right.

We are married.

At least, I-I suppose we are.

Aye.

We are.

I never took it off.

I want...

I would very much like to kiss you.

May I?

Yes.

I havena done this in a very long time.

I saw you so many times.

Ye came to me so often...

When I dream sometimes...

When I was in a fever.

I was so afraid and so
lonely, I knew I must die.

Whenever I needed you,
I would see you...

smiling...

your hair curled around your face.

You never touched...

I can touch you now.

Do not be afraid.

There's the two of us now.

I quit!

I'm Free Church.

Working for a papist is one thing,

but working for an immoral
papist is another.

Geordie...

Do as you like wi' yer own soul, man,

but if it's come to orgies in the shop,

it's come too far.

Oh, God's tooth.

It's not even noon.

I hope I haven't caused you trouble.

Oh, he'll come back.

He lives across the way.
I'll explain it to him.

God knows how.

Do you have another pair of trousers?

Oh.

Aye. In the back.

Come wi' me?

If ye dinna think it immoral.

It's, uh...

It's very fine to see you again, Claire.

I never thought that...

Our child.

Here...

I thought you'd like...

to see our daughter.

"Daughter"?

Our daughter?

She...

She... she knows?

She does.

What the devil?

They're photographs.

They're made with something
called a camera.

It captures a person's likeness,

like painting...

but with light.

I'm afraid if I'm to see,

I'll need these.

Hmm.

Only for reading and such.

For years, I had the eyes of a hawk,

but my sight is no what it once was.

Hmm.

You look as dashing as ever.

I don't look like an old man?

Of course not.

I know we've both...

seen a few years

and all that goes with it.

My hair has some gray.

I dyed it.

I wanted to look...

well, the same as when you last saw me.

Time doesna matter, Sassenach.

Ye will always be beautiful to me.

Now...

show me my daughter.

Her name.

What did you name her?

Brianna.

Brianna.

What an awful name for a wee lass.

It's not an awful name.

- It's beautiful.
- Hmm.

I promised you I would name our child

after your father, Brian.

Brianna.

Beautiful.

Tell me about her.

What was she like as a wee lass?

What did she first say
when she learned to speak?

"Dog."

That was her first word.

And "no" was her second one.

Aye. They learn that one fast.

She was such a tiny thing.

She was such a good sleeper.

She used to smile in her sleep...

just like you.

She has your red hair.

Like her sister...

Faith.

Yes.

Oh.

She was seven there.

It was at the graduation...

My graduation from medical school.

Oh, you're a doctor now?

Surgeon.

Oh, you always were one.

Now you have the title to go wi' it.

This is her at home.

And...

That's her with Smoky, our dog.

- Dog?
- What sort of dog is that?

- Newfoundland.
- Ah.

Ah.

Splits wood, does she?

Well, winters in Boston

can be as cold as Scotland,

but when it's warm, she likes to swim.

This is one from when
we were at the coast

during the summer with her friends.

Christ.

Don't tell me she goes
swimming in that...

That rigging and wi...

Wi' a lad?

It's a bikini.

All the girls wear them in 1968.

If it's the bikini, I can assure you...

It's actually quite modest for the time.

There's something I need
to tell you, Claire.

I have a son...

Willie.

I havena told anyone about
him, not even Jenny.

It's...

It's when...

I was in England

in the service of the Dunsany family.

He...

I couldna say he was mine.

He's a bastard.

Havena seen him since he was a wee lad.

I never will see him again except...

perhaps in a...

portrait like this.

Did you love his mother?

No.

She died...

in childbirth.

I am guilty of her death...

Before God.

Perhaps more than that

because I did not love her.

What's he like?

Your son?

Spoiled...

Stubborn...

Ill-mannered...

loud, wi' a wicked temper.

And braw...

bonny...

canty and strong.

And yours.

Mine.

I knew...

when I decided to come back...

you would have had a life.

Claire...

did you leave Frank to come here?

No.

He died a few years ago.

But when you returned, he took you back?

He still loved you?

Yes.

What did you tell him about me?

Everything.

Then we never spoke about it again.

It was hard for him.

But he loved Brianna,
so we made it work.

So...

you were happy wi' him?

I was happy raising Brianna with him.

He was a very good father to her.

Christ.

The tavern... I forgot.

Forgot what?

I meant to be there at 1:00.

Clean went out o' my head.

You'll... You'll come wi' me?

Wild horses couldn't keep me away.

So after Culloden,

Prince Charles spent
many years a hunted man.

He actually disguised himself as a woman

and escaped to the Isle of Skye

until his brother came and rescued him.

So he's all right, then?

For present day, yes.

He's alive.

But he won't live a very happy life.

Claire.

Milady?

- Fergus?
- You've returned?

Fergus.

It's a miracle.

God has restored you.

Oh, let me look at you.

Oh!

Oh, you've grown into such
a handsome young man.

Aye.

I have.

I thought I was seeing a ghost.

It is really you, then?

'Tis.

What happened?

Lost it fighting the redcoats, milady.

Aye, bravely.

Where have you been all these years?

We thought you dead.

After Culloden, I, um,

Well, I thought you were all dead.

And I-I didn't want to
bring harm to Lallybroch,

being the wife of a traitor,

so I left...

for America.

I need to speak with you about
our friend, Mr. Willoughby.

Pardon us, milady.

Is milady staying?

- With you?
- Oh, I dinna ken yet.

Hope so.

What about...?

Aye.

Aye, I havena had time
to think it through.

With Claire back, I'm...

I'm not sure it's even a concern.

I need to consult Ned Gowan,

have him advise me on the law.

Aye.

Now, what's to do with Willoughby?

I'm afraid he's been drinking again.

Can I interest you in a pie?

Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Aye.

It's fine.

An associate of ours has got
himself into some trouble.

I'm late to meet someone.

Ah, because of me?

No.

Because of me.

I hope Fergus wasn't too
shocked by my reappearance.

I didn't know what to say.

Well, you, uh, told the truth of it.

You did go to America.

I thought it might be wise to leave out

the whole "200 years
in the future" part.

Wee transgression.

Where are we going now?

The World's End.

Give it to me!

Give it...

Please tell me that is
not Mr. Willoughby?

I would, Sassenach,

but I would have to lie to ye.

Willoughby?

What have you got yourself into?

He licked my elbow!

He said he just wanted to rub it.

I told him it'd cost a penny a minute.

Then he just up an' licked it!

An' without paying additionally.

Your payment...

In full.

- Hello, I'm Claire Ran...
- Malcolm.

My wife.

Wife?

This is Mr. Willoughby,

my, uh...

associate.

A pleasure,

Madame Malcolm.

Would ye mind waiting here?

Must attend to that business I spoke of.

I'll be in the back just there.

- Course.
- I'll no be long.

Sit and behave.

Look after my wife.

Of course.

I assume Mr. Willoughby
is not your real name.

No.

Yi Tien Cho.

It means "leans against heaven."

That's lovely.

Why don't you use that name?

Yi Tien Cho sounds very much like

a coarse Gaelic word,

so your husband thought
Willoughby would do better.

I see.

Do you suppose I enjoy
idling in dank rooms

in unsavory establishments?

I canna say what you enjoy.

I should say not,

being unsavory yourself.

Seems a trifle light, Mr. Malcolm.

'Tis the amount we settled upon.

At the outset, perhaps,

but there is word you have branched out

from the High Street,

as far as Arbroath and Dundee.

With that comes further tax.

I can assure you

I only sell the agreed amount.

Forgive my impertinence, Mr. Malcolm,

if I cannot rely on your word.

I will expect a 25% increase

at our next meeting.

And ye'll be disappointed.

I only sell on the High Street.

We shall see, Mr. Malcolm.

After that, he gave me food and work.

If not for him, I could've died.

Jamie is true friend.

I owe him my life.

We should go, Sassenach.

Mr. Willoughby was just telling me

how he stowed away on a ship from China,

and that when he got here,
he... he was starving

and almost died...

until you saved him.

Aye.

He was a very interesting man.

Well, I hope to see you again.

Uh, I would like that, uh, very much.

- What does that mean?
- Honorable wife.

You speak Chinese?

I manage to understand a wee bit.

My pleasure, Yi Tien Cho.

Monsieur Malcolm.

Madame Jeanne.

Monsieur Malcolm, if I might
have a word in private with you.

Of course, but first, allow
me to introduce my wife.

Madame Malcolm.

Your wife?

Monsieur Malcolm, you bring her here?

I thought... a woman... Well enough,

but to insult our own
jeunes filles is not good,

but then a wife?

Bonsoir, Madame.

- De même, enchantée.
- Hmm.

Is my room ready, Madame?

We shall be spending the night.

Of course.

Pauline?

Would you fetch up hot
water and fresh linens

for Monsieur Malcolm and his, um...

Wife.

Right away, Madame.

Merci, Madame.

Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

I, uh...

It's no much, but it's convenient.

Take your cloak off, Sassenach.

So, uh...

You live in a brothel?

Aye.

I'm sorry, I...

knew it wasn't right to
bring you here, but...

we are in need of a hot supper, and...

it's a good deal more
comfortable than my cot

at the print shop.

Perhaps it was a poor idea.

We can leave if...

Why do you have a room in a brothel?

Is it because you're
such a good customer?

Oh, no.

No, I'm not a customer of Madame Jeanne.

She's a customer of mine and a good one.

She keeps a-a room for me

because I'm often abroad
late, tending to business.

I'd soon have a place I can come to

for food and a bed at any hour.

Privacy.

Sounds reasonable enough.

Sassenach...

Why have you come back?

Why do you think I've come back?

I dinna ken.

You're the mother of my child, and...

For that alone, I owe you my soul.

But have you come back
to be my wife again

or only to bring me word of my daughter?

I came back now because...

Before, I...

I thought you were dead.

I meant to die.

Tried hard enough.

How did you find out...

I hadna died or where I was?

I had some help.

A young historian...

He tracked you down to Edinburgh,

and when I saw...

"A. Malcolm," I...

I thought it might be you.

So I took a chance.

And then ye came back?

But still...

Why?

Are you trying to tell me something?

Because if so, I...

I know you have a life now,

and perhaps there are other ties or...

I have burned for you for so long,

do ye not know that?

But I am no longer the
man you once knew.

You and I, we...

We know each other less than
we did when we were first wed.

Do you want me to go?

No, I don't want you to go.

But I must know...

Do you want me?

Whoever you are, James Fraser...

Yes...

I do want you.

What about you?

How do you know what I'm like now?

I could be a horrible
person for all you know.

Suppose ye might be, at that.

But, d'ye know, Sassenach...

I dinna think I care.

Neither do I.

Dinner, Mr. Malcolm.

Good evenin' to ye.

Thank you kindly, Pauline.

Slangevar.

We ate slowly,

savoring each other as much
as the meal before us.

We began reminiscing
about our life together

those many years ago,

then carefully filling in
details of our time apart.

We began to know each other again...

and discover whether we
were, in fact, the same two

who had once existed as one...

and whether we might be one again.

After we finished,

the same thought was
uppermost in both our minds.

It could scarcely be otherwise.

Will ye...

Will ye come to bed wi' me, then?

Yes.

- Where are the laces?
- It's a zipper.

You just pull the tab straight down.

You bloody well say something?

Christ.

Claire...

you're the most beautiful
woman I've ever seen.

You must really be losing your eyesight.

I want to see you.

Are you as scared as I am?

I suppose I must be afraid, aye?

Do you remember on our wedding night...

We were both scared.

You held my hands.

Told me it would be
easier if we touched.

Aye, when we were wed,

I saw ye standing there...

So bonny in your white shift.

I couldna think of anything but
when I could have you alone,

naked, next to me.

Do you want me now?

Oh, God, yes.

Ah.

- Ow!
- I'm sorry, have I hurt ye, Claire?

I think I've broken my nose.

No, ye haven't.

When ye break your nose, it
makes a nasty crunching sound

and you bleed like a pig.

It's all right.

Sorry.

Do it now.

And don't be gentle.

Give me your mouth, Sassenach.

Oh, God.

Oh, Claire.

Oh, Claire.

Your breasts are...

like ivory.

Christ...

To touch you, Sassenach...

You with your skin like...

White velvet

and the sweet long lines of your body.

God.

I couldna look at ye and
keep my hands from you

nor be near you and not want ye.

Is that how you felt first
time we lay together?

It's always been forever
for me, Sassenach.

Mmm.

It's like riding a bicycle, I suppose.

Did you know that you have
more hairs on your chest

than you used to?

No.

No, I dinna usually count them.

What is a bicycle?

I just mean...

Well, we seemed to remember
what to do all right.

Huh.

Did you think we could
forget, Sassenach?

I may be lacking in practice, but...

I havena lost all my faculties yet.

I should have taken ye to a tavern.

It's all right.

Although I must say,

of all the places I imagined
being with you again,

I never thought of a brothel.

Hmm.

I'm not a saint, Sassenach, but...

I'm not a pimp either.

Good to hear.

So do you want to tell me
what it is that you do,

or shall I just run down the list

of disreputable possibilities
until I come close?

Hmm.

What's your best guess?

Well...

You're not just a printer.

Why not?

Because you're far too fit.

And most men in their 40s
have started to go soft

- around the middle...
- Hmm.

You haven't a spare ounce on you.

Well, that's mostly because
I don't have anyone

to cook for me.

If you ate in taverns all the time,

you wouldna be fat either.

Luckily, it looks like
you eat regularly.

Don't try and distract me.

You don't get muscles like that
slaving over a printing press.

You ever worked one, Sassenach?

No.

I don't suppose...

you've taken up highway robbery?

Hmm.

Guess again.

Kidnapping for ransom.

- Oh.
- Petty thievery?

Can't be piracy,

and not unless you've
gotten over being seasick.

Hmm.

And you were a traitor the
last time I knew you, but...

that doesn't seem like
a very profitable way

to make a living.

I'm still a traitor...

Though, uh, havena been convicted.

- Lately.
- "Lately"?

I spent several years in prison

for treason...

for The Rising.

Uh, but that was some time back.

I knew that.

And a bit more.

So what is it that you do
for a living these days?

I am...

A printer.

- Uh, and a traitor?
- Hmm.

I have fought wi' sword
and dirk many times.

The English took them away.

No, the press was a-a
weapon into my hands again.

I've been arrested for sedition

six times in the past two years...

And had my premises seized...

twice...

though the court wasna
able to prove anything.

So what happens to you

when they do prove it one of these days?

- A likely hanging.
- Oh.

Well, that's a relief.

I did warn ye.

You did.

Do ye want to leave now?

I did not come here to
make love to you once.

I came back to be with you.

I canna tell ye...

What it felt like when
I touched ye today...

And knew you to be real.

To find you again...

And to lose you...

You won't lose me...

Not unless you do something immoral.

What is it?

It's just...

Is there something else
you haven't told me?

Well...

printing seditious pamphlets
isn't all that profitable.

I wouldn't think so.

So what else have you been doing?

Wee bit of smuggling on the side.

Smuggling what?

Whisky mostly

and cognac, brandy...

some rum now and then, and
a wee bit of French wine.

So that's what you meant...

By Madame Jeanne being a customer?

Aye, it works very well.

We store the liquor in a cellar below

when it comes in from France.

Some we sell to Madame Jeanne directly

and some she keeps for us
until we can ship it on.

And... and as part of
those arrangements,

you...

Uh, the answer to what you're
thinking, Sassenach...

is no.

Mind reader, are you?

You're thinking do I take
out my price in trade, aye?

Not that that's any of my business.

Isn't it, then?

Is it?

Aye.

And you don't... With Madame Jeanne?

I don't.

How?

Culloden.

I will never leave you again.

Ye were right to leave.

Ye did it for Brianna.

Ye were a wonderful mother, Claire.

I know it.

Ye gave me a child, Claire.

She is alive... safe.

Because of her...

We will live forever...

You and I.

I wanted to see if you were really here.

Maybe I'm a ghost.

I could watch you for
hours, Sassenach...

see how you've changed...

how you're the same.

Your hair...

Mo nighean donn.

Ye recall?

My brown-haired lass.

Well, yes.

A long time ago, you asked
me what it was between us.

I remember.

What it is when I touch
you and you lie with me.

I said I didn't know.

I dinna ken either.

I still don't.

Well, it's still there.

Aye?

Hmm.

I never thought I'd laugh

in a woman's bed again, Sassenach,

or even come to one,

save as a brute blind with need.

Is that what you'd do

when you had the need?

Claire, I...

I...

We don't have to rush it.

Are you sure?

I only have one question.

Did you ever fall in
love with anyone else...

- After I left?
- No.

No, Sassenach.

I never loved anyone but you.

Breakfast, Mr. Malcolm.

Come back later, if you will.

Don't you want to eat?

Aye.

Where are you going?

Go back to sleep, Sassenach.

I have to take care of some business.

I dinna want to leave ye,

but I must.

Just to remind ye...

You're Mrs. Malcolm here in Edinburgh.

Not Fraser.

Understood.

You'll stay here till I return?

I'm not likely to go anywhere.

My legs are like Jell-O.

- Jell-O?
- Hmm.

Hurry back, soldier.

Mmm.

Jamie?

Sorry, mistress.

Are you Mr. Malcolm's woman?

I suppose I am.

Uh, who are you?

Ian Murray, mistress.

I'm looking for Mr. Malcolm.

- But I best be on my way.
- Wait, hold on.

Come in.

Did you say Murray?

Are you Jenny and Ian Murray's son?

Aye.

How'd you know?

I knew your parents a
very long time ago.

Your uncle and I, we...

How old are you?

I'm 16.

And dinnae worry, I'm old enough to know

what sort of a place this is...

Meaning no offense to
you, of course, mistress.

There's none taken.

Very nice to meet you, Ian.

I am, well...

I'm your aunt, Claire.

But...

You're dead.

Well, not yet.

You know, some of the auld women
at Lallybroch used to say

you were a wise woman, a white lady.

- Oh.
- Or maybe even a fairy.

They say as how,

when Uncle Jamie came home
from Culloden without you,

that maybe ye'd gone back
to where ye came from...

Back to the fairies.

Is that true?

D'ye live in a dun?

No.

I was in the Colonies.

I went there after I
thought Jamie had died

at Culloden.

Huh.

So you've come back to him?

I have.

Well, very pleased to meet you,

Uncle Jamie's wife.

When ye see him, will ye tell
him I'm looking for him?

I will.

Dinna be shy. Sit and join us.

Thank you.

You're the new lass, eh?

Wee bit older than
Madame usually takes on.

She likes them no more than 5 and 20,

but I'm sure you'll do fine.

Oh, she's got good
skin and nice bubbies.

Here's us going on.

What's your name, dearie?

- Claire.
- Well, I'm Dorcas.

And that's Peggy and Mollie.

- Hello.
- Hmm.

Ye... ye look famished.

Eat something, then we
can get to know ye.

Thank you.

Had a rough one for yer first, aye?

- I'm not...
- Your neck.

It's red.

An' by the manner ye walked in here,

a bit sore between the legs as well?

Oh, look, she's blushing.

You are a fresh one, aren't you?

Never mind.

After breakfast, I'll show
you were the tubs are,

and you can soak your
parts in warm water.

Be good as new for tonight.

Make sure ye show her the
jars of sweet herbs.

Put them in the water.

Madame Jeanne likes us to smell sweet.

And a warm bath after helps
stop a bairn from coming.

Well, actually, mugwort
is very effective

in stopping pregnancy.

If there's one thing we ken, dearie,

it's how to steer clear of a kitling.

The girls use a bit of
sponge dipped in vinegar

or a wee bit o' wine in a pinch.

You stick that way up ye nether mouth,

ye'll no get a squeaker.

Hmm.

An early customer.

I hate it when they
come during breakfast.

Ye canna digest yer food properly.

Well, ye needne worry, Mollie.

Claire'll have to take him.

Newest girl takes the ones no one wants.

Ye put your finger up his bum.

That'll get him off
faster than anything.

I'll save a bannock for ye.

Thank you.

Madame, and what are you doing here?

Eating.

Did no one bring you food this morning?

Well, um, no...

Merde.

I'm so sorry.

I will have that worthless
maid flayed for this.

Oh, it's quite all right.

I was actually having a
lovely chat with the ladies.

If you please.

I will have the rest of
your meal sent up to you.

Hmm.

It's all right. I've had enough.

Mmm.

It's nice to meet you all.

And thanks for the tip.

Who the hell are you?

None of your concern.

You need to leave.

No whore tells me what to do.

Now, when I'm finished looking
for what I'm looking for,

you can earn some coin.

Wait on the bed.

I think you're mistaken.

I don't work here. This
is my husband's room.

Husband?

Is that so?

Then you can tell me where
he keeps his ledgers.

I have no idea.

Maybe if I fuck you,
it'll jar your memory.

Just get out!