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Previously...

Thought if I stood there,

saw the place
with mine own eyes,

maybe I could find proof
that Frank was wrong.

On that mountain,
it felt like the truth.

The boy is my son!

His blood is my blood.

A letter from Ian.

Says he spoke to a lass
at the brothel,

a friend of Jane's.

She gave him this pamphlet.

We believe we are
your grandparents.

I don't have a father!

This letter is
from Francis Marion.

He'll get us the guns we need.

But if a legitimate heir
were to appear...

My associates would pay
said heir a significant sum.

This is for Fergus.
Maybe you'll find him here.

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

Yeah.

I'm glad it isna rainin'.

He said it made his
missing hand ache.

He used to tell the bairns
that the rain meant

God was sneezing.

And best be sure to wipe the
Lord's snot off their clothes

before they came in the house.

They loved it, of course,

running around,
wiping the snot

of the Almighty
on each other with glee.

He had the devil's
own sense of humor.

Got that from you.

Canna take credit for that.

His pigheadedness, maybe.

I'm thinking of taking Percy
Beauchamp up on his offer,

using the money from
the sale of the land up north

to rebuild the print shop.

What made you
change your mind?

I want to keep up the work of
fighting the war, with words.

Not only for Fergus
and the bairns,

though they have
a passion for it,

especially Henri-Christian,

but for myself.

Because I believe in the cause.

You know, when I left Scotland,
it wasn't only for love.

It was because I wanted
to make my own way,

living by my own rules,

determinin' my own fate.

I wanted freedom.

That's what America wants.

Tis dangerous work.

If I'm gonna risk my life,

I want it to be for something
that matters.

I admire that.

And it's wise
to take the money.

If you ever need anything,
you only have to ask.

What is it, lass?

It does make my heart heavy, though.

Fergus said he was worried
it would harm the rebel cause.

But in truth,

he never wanted to acknowledge

that Comte St. Germain
as his father.

The very thought tore at him.

Aye.

He knew the Comte
to be a villain.

I'm sure he didn't want
to believe that he came from

such a unscrupulous man.

You think Fergus
would give a damn

about the morals
of a man long dead?

Fool you are sometimes.

He never wanted to call
anyone but you his father.

Thinking of himself
as your son

meant everything to him.

Fergus.

Fergus Fraser was my son.

Son of my name,

of my heart.

Now...

...then, forevermore.

No piece of paper nor
anything in this world

can change that.

Very well, then.

It's decided.

Off you go.

I'll have a few words
with my husband alone.

You heard him.

A Fraser forevermore.

That being the case,

I'll sign the blasted contract,
take the money

for the shop and the bairns.

And the bairn yet to come.

You couldn't resist leaving me
with a parting gift, could you?

Could curse you for it.

But I'm so happy
to have more of you.

♪ 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 ♪

Just a moment,
we'll have these out.

Clever.

Better than the sauerkraut
you set out with.

They're a little old,
but they're in good shape.

Aye.

Something wrong?

I read in Frank's book that

Patrick Ferguson designed
a new rifle,

a "breech-loader."

Allows a man to load both
ball and powder directly,

here.

Dinna ken if Ferguson's men
will have such rifles

at Kings Mountain,
but if they do...

Quite the advantage.

Mm.

I know the design
of the Ferguson rifle.

My father showed it to me once.

He was right to.

It's ingenious,

but difficult to replicate
in quantity.

There was a simpler design
the American army adopted

in the early 19th century,
called a "Hall rifle."

Never ceases to amaze me,

a lassie who kens so much
about firearms.

And I thank God for it.

And she has perfect aim.

Ah, she get that from you,
did she?

Huh.

Oh, who knows if
it's nature or nurture?

Likely a bit of both.

But there's a reason why
she was nicknamed "Deadeye"

practically by the time
she could walk.

Frank called you that?

Yes.

"For My Dearest Deadeye."

It was Brianna.

Dedication is for her.

He did it all for her.

Everything.

Teaching her to shoot,
to ride horses,

learning about the past,

looking for me,
writing the book,

knowing that one day
she might try to find me.

He armed her with the knowledge
of how to survive in this time.

The book isna for me or you.

Isna taunt from
the future about my death.

It's a warning.

He was trying
to save you for Bree,

because he knew
that you would--

Continue to protect her.

Used to pray for him, you know.

- For Frank?
- Aye.

I'd sent you back to him

so that you and Bree
could be safe.

I needed him to protect you,

so I needed God to protect him.

Maybe this is Frank's way
of praying for us.

When I found out,

he knew that you survived
Culloden and hid it from me,

I was so angry.

But now, maybe--

maybe what he did
was a kindness, a gift.

What do you mean?

By staying in the 20th century,
I became a surgeon.

So if you do fall
at Kings Mountain,

I have the medical skills
to save your life.

We canna change
the course of history.

Lord knows we've tried.

Maybe not the course
of history exactly.

But we have changed
small things,

things that may
seem insignificant

in the flow of time.

You trying to say
I'm another one of those

insignificant things?

Perhaps,

even if you are
very significant

to certain other people,
whoever they may be.

Whoever they may be.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Come in.

I have been asking
after William,

and no one has seen him
in town for days.

He likely went up
to Mount Josiah.

I've just sent a letter
to the staff there

inquiring about him.

I'm sure all is well.

It's my fault.

Drove him away.

I suspect there is more
to his sudden disappearance

than that, my dear.

He and I had words.

Over what?

It was a matter
of a private nature.

Let us simply say it was a...

rather difficult moment
between father and son.

But I deceived him.

I lied to his face.

I fear William is a man whose
personal probity and rectitude

prevents him from forgiving
deception in others.

William has grown to be a man
of honor and integrity.

He is also a man
of compassion...

...and, I hope, forgiveness.

You have a few months
yet to prepare, Fraser.

Don't waste it.

Out.

Strong hold.

Let him have it,

and turn him, right? Okay.

After you left, I decided to go
back and see Geillis again.

I hoped to spend time with her.

Get to know my mother
a wee bit.

That's tricky business.

'Twas.

Dougal was always around,

and he took my interest
to be of an amorous nature.

He didna appreciate that.

I bet.

Not to mention that I think
that she took my interest

to be of an amorous nature
as well.

And she wasna opposed
to the idea.

I did warn you
about that woman.

You did.

And since I had no other reason
to be in that time

and didna yet want
to return to my own...

...I went back
to Craigh na Dun.

As I told you, my marriage
to Morag wasna right.

She was better off without me.

You said the Stones themselves

sometimes choose
where to send a man.

So I decided to put my fate
in their hands, so to speak.

A leap of faith.

So that's how you ended up
back in 1980.

The Stones sent you?

It appears I was needed there
after all.

The first person that I saw
was Rob Cameron.

And watched
as he went into a shop,

bought a gemstone.

Any fool could see
what he was intendin'.

Bastard.

Followed him home.

I owe Roger MacKenzie a life.

Yours will do.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Bonnie hat.

Thank you, Buck.

For protecting us.

All of us.

Free and clear.

Best way to live.

It is indeed,

which is why I have
a surprise for you.

Take a shot.

Nice.

Wanna race?

Count us down.

- All right.
- You ready?

Aye.

Three, two, one.

Go.

- Holy Moses!
- What?

How in the devil?

It's my version of the Hall
rifle I was telling you about.

Wasn't sure I could actually
make one, but I figured it out.

- And I can make more.
- Well done.

That's my wife.

She's a genius.

And my daughter.

Outstanding, Brianna.

This will make a great
difference in battle.

- How does it work? Aye.
- Here, take a look.

Pull this latch back and up.

William.

William.

William, what- what brings you
here?

I can't believe it.

Oh, you can believe it.

I'm here,
and I'm very glad to see you.

Well, welcome.
Come, come.

Where have you come from?
What have you been doing?

Tell me everything, and
don't leave a single thing out.

I'll do my best.

I wondered what
the commotion was about.

Welcome to our new home.

It's good to see you.

Yes.

Thank you, sir.

I hope I'm not intruding.

You could never be
an intruder here.

Why don't you tell me about
all your adventures?

You'll hear them, I promise.

Later tonight,
after dinner, perhaps,

assuming I'm welcome
at your table.

Aye.

Of course.

Might I inquire if
Mistress MacKenzie is here?

Ah, Brianna, she's here.

Come along.

Thank you.

When she didn't
refute the story,

I was devastated.

I was praying she would
somehow deny everything

and I'd sweep her up
into my arms.

But you knew Ben was alive.

You'd seen him
with your own eyes.

Could you really have
denied your own story

based on her say so?

At that moment, I think
I would have done, yes.

God, I'm sorry, William.

It must have
been a crushing blow.

Thank you.

I went to Mount Josiah.

I needed time to think,

and I felt
I had to tell someone,

so I came to tell you,

the only member of my family
who has never broken my trust.

Well, I'm glad you came.

Spending time here might be
just the thing you need.

It is a magical place.

I've never been one to believe
in magic, personally.

Well, try to keep
an open mind.

Please, may we be excused?

Aye. Of course, lass.

We walked straight
past the guards,

and just before we reached
the quarantine area,

we said our farewells.

That was the last I saw
of your brother.

I owe him my life again.

And he looked well to thee,
Denzell?

Very much so, yes.

He'd be very happy
to see you now

and the two blessings
you've received.

I know if he were here,
he would join me

in lifting a glass.

And in drinking
to the health and happiness

of your newfound family.

- Sláinte.
- Sláinte.

Sláinte.

Thank you, William, truly.

Let's not have things
get out of hand.

Tsk, Ian.

William seems happy enough.

As long as he's no' near me.

Oh.

He's here, isn't he?

That's a start.

Tell them what?

- Your ministry?
- Oh!

- Your letter.
- Yes.

I have uh, an announcement.

I, uh, I received a letter
from the elders

of the Presbytery of Savannah,

stating that my application
for ordination

as a minister
has been accepted.

- Congratulations.
- Well done, Roger.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you. Thank you.

So there's
a traveling minister,

the Reverend Edwards,

who'll be passing through soon,

and he's agreed to perform
the ordination ceremony

when he comes
to Fraser's Ridge.

So, well,

I'd love to invite
you all to come.

- Well, we'd be delighted.
- That's wonderful.

Well, I'm very proud.

Well done.

This is a happy day, indeed.

To good news,

new beginnings,

and joyous arrivals.

To our future.

- To our future.
- To our future.

Good night then.

Off you go, get some rest while
wee Hunter's still asleep.

Is thee sure?

Mm-hmm.
We'll do the dishes.

It's our turn.

Well, if you're certain.

We'll uh, bid you good night.

Night.

You're doing great, honey.

Are you certain
I cannot be of service?

You might be family,
but you're still a guest here.

Aye, we're not putting an earl
to work washing dishes.

Yeah.

Hoping to do some fishing
in the morning.

Care to join me in catching
tomorrow's supper?

I ken last time we went,
you were a lad,

and we ran into
a spot of bother.

We had a rather unfortunate
encounter with the Cherokee.

Yes, I remember.

You told them
you were my father.

I thought you were merely
lying to protect me.

How easily duped I was.

Well, I'll always try
to protect you, lad.

No matter what.

Thank you for the invitation,

but I cannot
go fishing with you.

Brianna is giving me a tour
of the Ridge tomorrow.

I'm sure Da will be going
at the crack of dawn,

and I won't be ready
to give you the tour

until mid-afternoon,
at the earliest.

I-I'm still not sure.

And there's a rule
here on the Ridge that

all overnight guests have
to help catch their supper.

Aye. Aye, that's right.

An ironclad rule
here on the Ridge.

Well, that's settled then.

I'll, uh,
see you at first light.

Thank you very much
for your help.

- You're welcome.
- Anytime.

That's a fine casting line
you have.

Thank you.

I do pride myself on it.

It's a gentleman's sport,
after all.

Did you go often...

after I left Helwater?

With one of the gamekeepers, yes.

I imagine he took you
to the, uh, Devil's Beak.

Said it was his own
secret fishing place.

Ah, it's
a secret fishing place

for everyone who goes there.

And the fish like to swim
down in that wee hollow.

Below the boulder
that looks like a--

Bird's beak.

I once pulled
ten big trout out of there

in less than an hour.

I once caught two dozen.

All right.

It's true!

I love a good fish story.

I'm telling you,

it was two dozen
full-grown trout,

not one less.

If you say so.

If you don't believe me,
ask my father.

May I ask...

if you had a falling out
with Lord John?

Yes, I have.

This falling out, it is...

of a private nature, I trust?

Yes.

I discovered he's a sodomite.

I take it this is
not news to you?

No. It's not.

How did you--

I caught him in
the arms of a man.

So in addition
to being a sodomite,

he's an indiscreet one as well.

William, um,

I ken this must have been
a big shock to you.

You and he,

at Ardsmuir...

were you lovers?

Is that why he agreed to raise
your illegitimate son?

Why would you ask me
something like that?

Because it makes
perfect sense.

But it isn't true.

You're very confident
in defending a man

who's an admitted liar
and a hypocrite.

John's life
is his personal affair.

And I'll neither defend
nor condemn it.

He's one of
the best men I know.

He's acted as your father,
has been your father

for most of your life,
and in that time,

he has loved you,
wi' his heart and soul,

and given you everything
he had to give.

Except the truth.

On that point, at least,
you're exactly the same.

Were you planning
to say goodbye?

Or you just going to storm off

without a word like you did
in Philadelphia?

I have cause, Madam.

I don't doubt that you do.

But hasty exits seldom result
in happy reunions.

Is that one of
Dr. Franklin's aphorisms?

You really are a goddamned
American now, aren't you?

I didn't come here to trade
barbs with you, William.

Whatever happened
between you and Jamie, I--

Will no doubt be the
topic of your next dinner party,

where I'm sure you'll all have
a good laugh at my expense.

That was uncalled for.

Forgive me.

My mind is beset with
chaotic thoughts at present.

Apology accepted.

It was a mistake to come here.

Foolish, impulsive mistake.

It was hardly impulsive.

It takes a long time
just to get here.

Well, it was certainly
foolish nonetheless.

Why?

Because you wanted to spend
time with your father?

I came to see Brianna.

I know how much
you care for her.

But we both know who it is
that you really came to see.

Which, again,
turned out to be a mistake.

Will you at least grant
that I must certainly know

my own feelings
on that account?

I won't argue with
your feelings, no.

But...

We're in the middle of a war.

Of which I am fully aware.

And as a result,

this could be the last time
you ever see your father alive.

That is remarkably
bleak-sounding,

especially coming from you.

Jamie may well have to lead
men into battle again soon.

And you, of all people, know

what the outcome
of that may be.

So before you leave here,

I want you to think-

and I mean really think-

about how you would feel
if this morning

was the last time
you ever see your father.

Shorten your reigns a bit.
That's it, heels down.

Keep your back straight.

That's it.

That's it, Willie.

Fanny?

What's wrong?

Some boys at the trading post
read the pamphlet.

They spoke ill of my sister.

What did they say?

They said that because Jane,
because she was a...

murderer,

and she took her own life,

that now she's in
the eternal flames of hell.

That was a cruel thing to say.

What did thee do?

I was so angry,
I struck one of them.

They ran away.

I can understand why
thee felt such anger,

but violence rarely
brings peace.

I know.

But I cannot bear it.

It's hard enough knowing
I'll never see her again.

The thought of her suffering,
burning forever--

Just because they said it
doesn't make it so.

They said it's in the Bible.

The Bible speaks many things,

but not all who read it
understand the full measure

of God's mercy.

Perhaps thee should speak
to Roger on the matter.

He is learned in such things
and shall soon be ordained.

I believe he may
offer thee wisdom.

Pardon the intrusion,
Uncle John.

What is it?

I found this letter outside
addressed to you.

Thank you.

I hoped it might be
a reply from William.

I don't think so.

"My dear Lord John,

I have located the whereabouts
of our mutual acquaintance.

Please come to my solicitor's
office in three days' time,

and I will have
more information.

Your obedient servant,
Percy Beauchamp."

Hold there!

The skirmish line allows us to
maintain contact with the enemy

and observe their position
without revealing our own.

Well done, Tom.

Spread out a bit there.

In combat, you'll hold the line,

but no' engage any targets
until they engage wi' you.

Your job is to test them.

Make them reveal their true
strength before they're ready,

then report back to me.

Skirmishers, fall back.

G'day to you.

Not exactly British regulars,
are they?

No.

They do have potential.

They seem willing,
even eager, to follow orders.

Aye.

On a beautiful day when the sun
is shining in the woods,

and all is right
with creation, but...

the real question is,
will they follow orders

in the smoke and fire
of battle?

Mr. Fraser.

Mr. Whitaker.

I see you brought friends.

As have you.

Aye.

May I introduce William Ransom.

William, this is
Mr. Aaron Whitaker.

Your servant, sir.

Somehow, I doubt that.

What brings you here,
Mr. Whitaker?

Ferguson's growing bolder.

He burned down an entire
settlement of free men

when they refused to be
pressed into service.

We heard he was planning
to come for us,

so we fled and hid our families
deeper into the mountains.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How can I help?

We're here to help you.

My men and I would like
to join your militia.

We'll fight with you,

if you'll have us.

Gladly, sir.

Gladly.

I'll introduce you
to the troops.

If you'll excuse me.

Hunting.

We should go hunting
in the forest-

obviously, in the forest.

But together, you and I,

if- if you have the time
and the inclination

for hunting in the forest.

I don't know why
I keep saying forest.

Would tomorrow morning suit?

Yes.

Excellent.

Tomorrow morning.

I'll see you then.

In the forest.

♪ Be Thou my wisdom ♪

♪ Be Thou my true word ♪

♪ I ever with Thee ♪

♪ And Thou with me, Lord ♪

♪ Thou my great Father ♪

♪ And I Thy dear son ♪

♪ Thou in me dwelling ♪

♪ And I with Thee one ♪

I'm trying to pick
a hymn for my, uh,

ordination ceremony.

What do you think?

I don't know that one.

"Thou my great Father
and I Thy dear son."

Perhaps God is a great father
to His sons,

but I don't think He cares
about His daughters.

What makes you say that?

Will you be different
once you're ordained?

Well, my role will be
different.

You've seen Mr. Fraser
ride out with his men

when they're training together.

He raises his sword
as a signal

to everyone that
he's the leader,

so he doesn't have to stop
and explain himself.

Well, folk will know
that I am a leader too,

because being ordained
is my sword.

But instead of leading
people into battle,

I'll be leading them
into God's hands.

Does that make sense?

Yes.

But I think they should
give you a real sword too.

You might still need one
just in case,

whether God likes it or not.

Is there something else
on your mind, Fanny?

No.

Well, I'll be glad to see
what you think of the ceremony.

Lord, bless the blood and flesh

of this creature you gave me,

your sacrifice
of flesh and blood,

life given for life.

Beatha
air a thoirt airson beatha.

All right, lad?

Expecting me
to dress the creature?

I want to apologize
for what I said at the river.

Dinna give it another thought.

On the contrary.

I've given it a great deal
of thought, and...

the accusation
was not only untrue,

it was malicious in intent
and beneath us both.

Will you accept my apology?

Gladly.

We need never
speak of it again.

At Helwater, when I was a boy,

I looked up to you.

Mac the groom,

the man who never
treated me like a child,

even when he secretly
made me a stinking papist.

You were the one person
in my life

I wanted to emulate
when I grew up.

I worshipped you like a hero,

as only a young boy truly can.

I loved you.

Then you left Helwater.

Left me.

And as you rode away,
you never even looked back.

I am your son.

I didn't know it then,
but you did.

How could you leave me?

I loved you too.

But I had nothing to give you.

No name, no money, no land.

I was a Jacobite.

A traitor.

Distrusted and hated
by every man

who kept his oath to the king.

But I made those choices.

I was prepared to live
with the consequences.

But you?

Much as I wanted
to cry out the truth

to all the angels in heaven,

I ken you'd be condemned
to a life of pain.

So...

...did what I thought best.

I left.

And no, I...

dinna dare look back,
lest the sight of your face

shatter my resolve.

I've regretted it for years.

Then you came
to Fraser's Ridge with John.

I saw the man you'd become.

I ken the pain it caused you,

discovering the truth,

and the manner in which
it was revealed.

For that, I am deeply sorry.

And I hope you can forgive me.

♪ O Lord of my heart ♪

♪ Not be all else to me ♪

♪ Save that Thou art ♪

♪ Thou my best thought ♪

♪ In the day and the night ♪

♪ Waking or sleeping ♪

♪ Thy presence my light ♪

♪ Be Thou my wisdom ♪

♪ Be Thou my true word ♪

♪ I ever with Thee ♪

♪ And Thou with me, Lord ♪

♪ Thou my great Father ♪

♪ And I Thy dear son ♪

♪ Thou in me dwelling ♪

♪ And I with Thee one ♪

♪ Be Thou my breastplate ♪

♪ My sword... ♪

Is all well, Fanny?

Why didn't you stay
at the ceremony?

I'm sorry, Mr. MacKenzie.

I wish I could have.

But I can't stand
being in a place where

my sister isn't welcome.

Could I come in?

Unlike God,

I'm very welcoming.

You mean because
of what your sister did

and how she died?

Jane committed a murder,

then murdered herself,

both mortal sins, so...

she's in hell now.

Oh, I'm not sure
if that's true, Fanny.

The Bible says so, doesn't it?

Those are the rules.

That's why I like plants.

They can't sin.

They just live and die.

There's no eternal soul
to worry about.

Different denominations
have different beliefs.

Presbyterians, for instance,

don't necessarily believe
that suicide is a sin.

Catholics do.

Well,
the church has been known

to change its position on-

on a number of things,

because the church
is made up of people.

Some of these rules
were put in place by man,

not by God.

2 Corinthians 6:16 says,

"Ye are the temple
of the living God."

So you see, we are His church.

Oh.

Do you think Jane
is with God then?

Now that you're a reverend,
can you ask Him for me?

Oh.

You don't need to be a minister
to do that, Fanny.

So...

maybe you could
ask Him that yourself.

Talk to Him.
Let Him know how you feel.

God is always knocking
on our door,

but it's up to you
whether or not you let him in.

But I think it's helpful
to be open

to the idea
of the conversation.

Can you do that?

I can do that.

You know, my wise wife
said to me just recently,

sometimes all you need
is a bit of time.

But maybe she was
talking about the herb.

Mr. MacKenzie,
he's a funny man.

But he's nice.

He gave me hope
I'll see you again.

If you can hear me, Janie,

please send me a sign.

Ah!

Percy, finally!

So sorry to keep you waiting.

I was unavoidably detained.

It's all right.

Though I fear
I may have worn something

of a groove in your floor
with all my pacing.

Not to worry.

Adds a bit of character,
I suppose.

Sherry?

Uh, no.

No, I'd like to keep
my head about me.

So you've found
Captain Richardson?

I have, indeed.

Oh, don't keep me in suspense.

Where is
the black-hearted scoundrel?

You needn't look far.

Good to see you.