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There have been sightings
of Bonnet in the Province.

His name was Otter Tooth.

He talked of war,

warning us of our future.

And they began to believe
he was possessed.

Any man choosing
to settle with me

will receive 100 acres.

Good luck to you, Mr. Fraser.

Do you not want 100 acres

for yourself
and your family?

I thank you, but no.

The time has come for you
to fulfill your oath

both to the crown and to me.

Lieutenant Knox and his men
will remain to assist you.

If Tryon wants his Scot,
I'll give him his Scot.

Stand by my hand,
Roger, captain.

Captain?

I know you stay because of

the vow you made to my mother.

I release you from it.

Be hard to find.

Unhand me!

Get off of me!

Show mercy!

I'm begging you, please!

Where was the mercy

when the good folks
here abouts begged for it?

And you are justice
of the peace.

Where was it, eh?

When you painted them
as criminals?

When they couldn't
pay their taxes?

Go to it, lads.

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Help!

Help us, please!

Mistress Farrish,
what has happened?

Hurry, please!

Please, he canna breathe!

He's at death's door.

Quickly.

Mama, something's wrong
with Mr. Farrish.

Here, Marsali.
Clear this off.

Lay him down on the table.

Brianna, get me a pillow.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, my Lord.

I canna believe that
'tis come to this.

I've been letting his blood.

I've given him purgatives.
What more could I have done?

Mrs. Bug, get me a bowl
of cold water, please.

Need to cool him down.

Mr. Farrish,
is it your stomach?

Like a knife to my gut.

Lie still.
Lie still.

You gave him purgatives?

How long ago,
and what, exactly?

Uh, two days ago,
his belly was swollen

and he couldn't eat,

so I gave him some
calomel powder

to rid him of noxious matter.

But he got worse,
so you tried blood-letting.

Aye, and some Blue Mass pills.

Mercury.

Does he need more blood let?

No.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing more
I can do, Mrs. Farrish.

You can't help him?

Come, let us leave them.

I'm so sorry.

The governor shared
your dispatches with me.

You'll not take offense,
I hope.

He merely wanted me
to know the lay of the land.

The ground you've trodden
in your search for Fitzgibbons.

He, uh... he merely wanted ye

to get the measure
of the sort of man I am.

Well...

Hmm.

Did ye arrive at an opinion?

A man I am pleased
to break bread with.

An industrious man,
certainly.

Your efforts to cultivate
the land Tryon granted you

are confirmation of your
loyalty to King and country.

You've brought men
and women together.

And your gathering
was proof of that.

Thank ye.

I, uh...

I'll be sure to mention
the affable Lieutenant

in my next dispatch.

I can only hope
one day to be granted

a parcel of land that's half
as prosperous as yours.

Perhaps when we catch
Fitzgibbons and see him hanged.

Perhaps then the governor
would be so kind.

Charming.

These backcountry folk are not
much for manners, are they?

It's only civility
that keeps us all

from killing one another.

No time for manners when
ye've a family to feed.

Maybe you should be glad
he only spat at us.

I have to disagree.

There's always a need
to respect his Majesty's army.

Life's under no obligation
to give us what we expect.

We should take what is offered
and be thankful

it's no worse than it is.

Men like you and me
offer protection

to ensure that
it isn't any worse.

Appears he doesna share your
beliefs in the matter.

Hmm.

And what are your beliefs
in the matter?

Why?

Are ye taking notes
for yer own dispatches?

Recording my words
for posterity?

No, but if I were?

Then I would have
to agree with ye.

Hmm.

You and I united in our aim

of offering protection to those
we've sworn to defend.

I admire a man who puts duty
and honor above all else.

Then ye admire a man
who'd rather starve

than dishonor
his own conscience?

Do I detect some sympathy there
for the Regulators,

Colonel Fraser?

I have sympathy for any man

who canna afford to eat,
Lieutenant,

and yer generosity of coin
tells me ye have some as well.

I do believe it is right
to give to those in need.

Well, I suppose
it is reasonably true

that there is never
a convenient time

for death or taxes.

Now, do I detect some sympathy

with the Regulators,
Lieutenant?

The Regulators have been
rioting Hillsborough.

Are there any wounded?

Aye, a few,

but thankfully captured
three of the bastards.

We should make haste.

Our presence there
will reassure the townsfolk.

Mama?

Came to see if you
needed any help.

Oh, my God.

I know it's difficult
to see someone like this,

but I had to do it.

I had to confirm what
the cause of death was.

Practically,
intellectually, yes.

That makes perfect sense,
in 1969.

Mama, what if
someone finds out?

They won't.
Now, I'll make sure of it.

You know the worst of it all?

His wife accelerated his death.

His appendix burst,
he was in septic shock,

and bacteria in his abdomen
created a serious infection.

Blood-letting
and mercury pills

weren't going to do
a damn thing except...

Kill him faster.

But no one will understand.

Maybe not,

but if I am to keep
people safe here,

then I need to know what's
causing their illnesses.

I can't watch someone
die like this,

knowing that if he'd just
come to me sooner,

then I could have
saved his life.

An appendectomy is...

It's one of the most
straightforward

procedures you can do.

I know how difficult it was
for you to lose him,

but Mama, there is nothing
you could have done.

It's bad enough I'm fighting
the disease...

But I'm also fighting the cure.

I know.

Mom, I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.
I have to get some air.

This is what a world
without civility looks like.

I ken that man.

He's a friend
of the Governor's.

Mr. Fanning!

- Sinclair.
- What?

- Tend the horses.
- Aye, Colonel.

Mr. Fraser.

It's good to see
a familiar face.

Mr. Fanning,

may I acquaint you with
Lieutenant Hamilton Knox.

Mr. Edmund Fanning.

I'm sorry to make your
acquaintance

under such circumstances.

Let's hope they'll improve

now that we have men
stationed in the town.

Thank goodness
you're here.

It's getting worse and worse.

This country
is going to the dogs.

What did they do
to you, Fanning?

Come with me.
I'll show you.

They seized control
of the courthouse.

The honorable Judge Henderson

was forced to hear
their complaint under duress,

then fled for his life.

They meant to kill him?

He certainly had reason
to believe so.

Mr. Evans.

When they
did not receive

their own particular brand
of justice from the court,

they did this.

My God.

Paraded through town
like a boiled goose

for enforcing a tax
they do not want to pay.

In time, ye will wear
yer scars wi' honor,

knowing ye received them
doing your duty.

I pray you're right.

William Hooper
suffered the same fate.

He lies abed as we speak,
unable to move...

and may yet succumb
to his wounds.

Cowardly dogs.

I was beaten
and forced to watch.

Well, they may as well
have blinded me,

for I can face
seeing no more.

They tore apart my house
by the timbers.

I only wish
your wife was with you.

We could surely employ
a surgeon of her skill.

Still feeling that
sympathy, Colonel?

I didna think them
capable of this.

We're told you captured
three of them.

We did.

And they ought to hang!

They will, John.

Providence has brought us
Lieutenant Knox

and Colonel Fraser.

As it happens, we seek one
of the insurgents ourselves.

A leader.

One Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Do ye ken if he's among
the men ye arrested?

No, but I can
take you to them.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant.

Do ye, um... do ye need time
to compose yourself?

I could speak with them alone.

No.

Sickened as I am
by their actions,

I will face them.

Mebbe let me have
the first word.

Highlander to Highlander.

It may loosen their tongues.

Mm.

Bring them out.

Thank you, Mr. Fanning.

I'm Colonel James Fraser.

This is Lieutenant
Hamilton Knox.

We're looking
for Murtagh Fitzgibbons,

this leader of yours that
we've heard so much about.

Was he the one who
put ye up to this?

I ken how persuasive
a Highlander can be.

I'm grown out
of the same ground.

And given where ye're standing,

I'll bet ye have got
a few thousand acres

of new ground now.

I have settlers.

Highland folk and others.

Men and women
who depend upon me.

Spoken as a true Laird.

Look at ye
on yer high horses.

Ye're no better than us.

How dare you.

Look me in the eye and tell me
what you did was justified.

Oh, it was more than justified.

Crooked thieves
and extortionists,

all of 'em.

I'm only sorry we didn't bathe

the whole stinkin'
lot of 'em in tar.

Ye canna mean that.

We'll wage war on ye
if we must.

Bring towns down
around yer ears.

Nothing but
white-livered miscreants,

as evidenced by their
repulsive crimes.

Try sayin' that to me again
when my hands are untied.

Where are the rest
of you hiding?

Hmm?

Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

I'd rather bite my own
tongue off then tell ye.

I will remind you
that I am a Lieutenant

in his Majesty's army.

Knox.

He canna help himself.

Blood-red coat,
the color of the devil himself.

If you are truly so brave,
I will ask you one last time.

Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

I am Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Is that so?

No!

Lieutenant!

What have you done?

Hey!
Hey, come on!

He's dead.

You executed a man
without trial!

Gentlemen?

What happened here?

Aye, sometimes a man
must put aside his honor

to defend himself.

Take these men
back to their cells.

Captain Roger MacKenzie,
at your service.

They're quick.

The whole thing's ridiculous.

The very fact that somehow
I'm a militia captain

that can't shoot,

the fact that I'm aiming at
a squirrel in the first place,

the whole thing goes
against nature, Bri.

It's like shooting
at Tufty Fluffytail.

Um, at what?

Ye've never heard
of Tufty Fluffytail?

Should have known
that reference would be lost

on my American wife.

Tufty is a squirrel

who teaches children
about road safety.

Sort of like your, uh,
Smokey the Bear.

Sort of,
but there are clubs.

Wow, sounds exciting.

I think I'd rather
be in the militia.

Ah, well, I'll confess
that in my time at Oxford,

I hadn't read about brigades
of squirrels on battlefields.

Ye're keeping me occupied
hunting wee rodents

while the real men are away.

What are you talking about?

Da left you here to protect
the ridge while he's gone.

We're practicing.

Protect it from what?
Rabies?

The Regulators pose
no threat to us here.

You know that.

He doesn't respect me, Bri.

It doesn't help matters
that we had Jemmy baptized

by a Presbyterian.

Well, we already had one
heretic in the family,

and two are better than one.

Come on.

Let's try something
that doesn't move.

Aim at that tree.

Are you serious?

Would you just...

A tree.

- What's the...
- Here.

Elbow.

Steady.

Breathe.

Well now it's you
who's driving me nuts.

You want to go back,
don't you?

You're ready.

Who knows?

Maybe I want Jemmy to be part
of the Tufty club.

There are plenty
of squirrels here.

We could pick one,
name him Tufty.

Done.
Welcome to the club.

Look, maybe we should be glad.

Jem doesn't need
road safety here.

At least we know he'll never
be hurt in a car accident.

Brianna.

Our family is here.

You and Jemmy are my family.

James Fraser is my Colonel.

And what about Mama?

You don't want to leave them.

What have I done?

I've become the very
thing I despise.

I'm a hypocrite.

What's done is done.

Ye must try to make
amends, perhaps.

Ensure a fair trial
for the others.

Ah, they will be found guilty
and hanged.

I gave him a soldier's death.

The other two will not
be so lucky.

Tomorrow they will
go to New Bern

to be hanged as proof
of the work we're doing here

to staunch the uprising.

Is that what they deserve?

I gave that man better
than he deserved.

Is there no cause you would
die for, Lieutenant?

We're here, aren't we?

To die for king and country?

For that is an oath
we both have sworn.

Aye.

We have.

♪ Swift to its close ♪

♪ Ebbs out life's little day ♪

♪ Earth's joys grow dim ♪

♪ Its glories pass away ♪

♪ Change and decay ♪

♪ In all around I see ♪

♪ O Thou who changest not ♪

♪ Abide with me ♪

- If you need any more help...
- Thank you.

Fergus, would you mind
looking after

the children
for a little while?

I need to speak with Marsali.

Of course.

Thank you.

There's something
I want to show you.

But Marsali,
do you trust me?

Aye.

Now, you promised
you'd let me explain.

Lord, have mercy!

Stop shouting!

Marsali, please.

Deliver us from evil.

Dinna make me say it, Claire.

Dinna make me say it.

Was she right, my Ma?
Was she?

I'm not a witch.

Marsali, you have
more sense than that.

That is why I brought you here.

Now, knowing me as you do
for as long as you have,

why do you think Mr. Farrish
is on this table?

Who did we bury?

No one.

Roger and I filled
the coffin with rocks.

Should a physician not be more
concerned with the living?

The curse of the living
is that they can't tell you

the secrets of the dead.

And what secrets
might those be?

How to save those who
are still here with us.

How to perform
life-saving surgeries.

You know,
we physicians,

we... we learn by practicing
on the dead,

and I think you'd
be a good apprentice.

Now, I've seen you butchering.

You know how to use a knife.

You understand
the parts of an animal

and what they're for.

People are similar
in many ways.

See for yourself.

God help us.

Well, I believe he does.

It's a miraculous thing,
the human body,

and I want to use this body
to teach you

so that we can protect
God's miracle.

Marsali, you are kind
and caring,

and you have
the right instincts,

and I need help.

But ye've...

I could never defile a body.

I didn't defile him.

I did what's called an autopsy
to... to learn why he died.

So ye can find out what killed
a man by cutting him open?

Yes.

Now, I couldn't save
Mr. Farrish,

but this way, his death
will mean something.

Help save others.

And after I finish
teaching you,

we'll stitch him up
and give him a proper burial.

I promise.

Roger even said he would help.

Stitch him up?

Like a seamstress?

Ye've got balls coming
back here, Mr. Fraser.

Or is it Colonel Fraser?

You come to finish us off,
have ye?

If Murtagh had seen ye
standing there...

No.

No, Knox shouldna ha'
done what he did,

but you shouldn't have
tormented those men.

I'm sorry for what happened
to Ethan,

and for my part in this.

What part is that, exactly?

Money, is it?

Tryon's coin?

The governor
has bound me to him.

I'm trying to save
all our lives.

How verra noble.

Ye're not doin'
so well thus far.

Dinna speak to me
of what is noble.

It is a war being waged.

We believe in our cause.

And I believe in mine,

preserving as many lives
as possible.

We dinna have much time.

Redcoats guard the town.

I told Murtagh
be hard to find.

I didna count on his friends
laying a trail

of tar and feathers
to his doorstep.

Murtagh was here with us.

Then tell him not to return.

Knox has an army
at his command.

Across the water, mebbe,

but we have an army
of men here.

Men with nothing left to lose,

and farmers though we be,

we've beat our plowshares
into swords

and are training for battle.

How many men do you have?

I'll be lightin' a candle

for poor mistress Farrish.

Terrible, is it not?

He was so young.

Aye, we say bad things
come in threes,

and did you hear?

My lad Thomas burnt his hand
badly last week at the kiln,

so I'll be sayin'
my prayers tonight.

Put some honey on it,
he ought.

Well, that should help.

It can prevent infection.

D'ye think?

The physician at Cross Creek

told me honey
was fer old wives.

Bartered for some of that
St. James Fever Powder instead.

They say King George
himself uses it.

Oh.

To ingest for a burn?

But the wound is on his hand.

Why risk it?

Well, exactly.

He may as well take it,
if it will help.

Good enough
for the king,

then it's good enough
for my boy.

Mistress Chisolm,

has Thomas been
vomiting at all?

Aye.

St. James Powder
contains antimony.

It's a poison.

It makes you vomit,

which in certain circumstances

can make you feel
better, but...

I mean, if you take
too much of it...

Ye're a fine healer, Mistress,

and we are blessed to have ye,

but Dr. Wilson
is a learned physician.

Here.

Can ye imagine if it was
discovered that the King

was being poisoned
by his own physician?

What are you doing?

Just making a list.

Tips for preventative
healthcare.

Hmm, telling people what to do?

More importantly,
what not to do.

I'm gonna make as many
copies as I can

and hand them out
to all the settlers.

And how are you gonna explain
how you know these things?

Sort of like Otter Tooth,
isn't it?

People even gonna
listen to you?

Hmm.

No, I very much doubt it,

but they will listen
to Dr. Rawlings.

Dr. Rawlings recommends.

And who is Dr. Rawlings?

The man who used to own my
medical kit and my microscope,

and now the good doctor behind
these radical new ideas.

Clever.

All right,
do you have a spare pen?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Broken free from without.

Then there may be yet more
traitors in town.

Mr. Fanning,

perhaps you could make
some enquiries?

Of course.

Mebbe this works in our favor.

No doubt those men
will tell Fitzgibbons

what ye're willing to do to
bring an end to this uprising.

We sought but one man.

I fear now that war
is inevitable.

After all,

one man fighting
for his home is worth 100...

100 fighting for pay.

You need more men.

I saw those you called
at your daughter's wedding.

Not enough.

I'll leave tomorrow.

Gather a militia.

Meet me here as soon
as you're able.

Come prepared for war.

T, L, M, S,
G, B, K, V?

Hmm.

Oh, I forgot to ask.

Did Marsali pass the test?

Ah.

Well, I have a new apprentice.

Thank you for helping me
hide the body.

"The Apprentice Under
the Root Cellar."

Surely that's a Nancy Drew
novel begging to be written.

We have another lesson tonight.

Now, look down,

look into the light,

and follow my finger.

Your father,

he was a spitfire pilot
during the war?

Aye.

Jerry MacKenzie.

So he didn't wear glasses?

No.

No, I suppose, as a pilot,

he must have had
perfect vision.

That makes the chances
of a hereditary vision problem

a little less likely.

So what's the verdict?

You're slightly short-sighted
in your left eye,

but nothing that would cause
any real difficulties.

So I'm just a terrible shot?

Maybe it's psychological.

Hmm.

I mean, my father
may have been in the RAF,

but I was raised by a minister.

I don't want to shoot anyone.

Brianna, on the other hand,
she, um...

Have you seen her with a rifle?

Well, she seems
to be making do.

She's happy here.

I think she wants to stay.

And why wouldn't you?

Want to stay, that is,

if you have all of your
family around you?

The Reverend
was the last of mine.

Didn't you tell me you had some
many-times great grandparents

roaming around here
somewhere in America?

Aye.
Aye, I suppose I do.

Though, if we ever
cross paths again,

trying to explain
to Morag MacKenzie

that we're kin may be tricky.

Well, either way,

we're your family, Roger.

As much as I love
all of you being here...

I hope you don't stay.

I would miss you all.

Terribly.

But it's safer in the future
for all three of you,

and I know you feel
the same way.

I'm doing everything I can
to make this a safer time,

but it's not.

It's my fault
that you're all here.

And Jemmy,
he could scrape his knee

and get an infection,

and I don't know
that I could save him

because I don't have something
as simple as an antibiotic.

Well, it's a moot point,
isn't it?

Brianna and I can't go back
until we know

whether Jemmy
can hear those stones.

That could be tomorrow...

Or a year from now.

Or never.

What're yer names?

Bryan Cranna
and Lee Withers.

And the watchword?

If it hasna changed
since we've been imprisoned,

caisteal dhuni.

No, it hasna changed.

Friend Bryan.
Friend Lee.

'Tis good to see
you returned.

Mr. Husband.
Mr. Hunter.

Have you news for us
from Hillsborough?

How is it that you are free?

Where's Ethan?

A sorry tale,

but I'll tell it.

Come.

Though we mourn
the loss of Ethan

and long to avenge him,
my godson's right.

We need to bide our time.

If he's told us that we cannot
return to Hillsborough...

There's good reason.

I ken ye trust him,
Murtagh,

but I canna say
he takes our side.

He's walking between two fires.

And ye?

Wavering between two fires.

Our cause on the one hand,

and your godson on the other.

Where will your allegiance lie
when the time comes to fight?

We pray it does not
come to that.

If it does,
we'll be ready.

I have no say over my godson,

and he has no say over me.

But he stands with the crown.

No, he stands with his people.

And I stand with mine.

He'll fight beside ye
when the time comes, Bryan.

Ye have my word.

She's gone mad, she has.

Up all night baking.

More bread than the Lord
when he fed the multitudes

with the loaves and fishes.

Whoa.

You're not planning
to eat all of that, are you?

No, I'm going
to let it go moldy.

What a terrible waste.

Please tell me
you're being sarcastic.

What, me?

Never.

I'm making penicillin,

or at least
I'm going to try to.

Okay, Mrs. Bug's right.

You have lost your mind.

- You can't do that.
- Yes, I can, I think.

And not just with the bread;
I've sent Marsali out

to gather food scraps
from the neighbors,

things destined
for the pig trough.

With any luck,
I'll find the right strain.

No, Mama,

penicillin isn't invented
for another hundred years.

157, to be precise.

Look, pretending
to be someone else

and writing lists

that go against the accepted
wisdom of the day is one thing,

but this,
it's dangerous.

What if it messes
with some cosmic balance,

or breaks some rule
of space and time?

Isn't this playing God?

You know, Bri,
you played God

when you came back
to save our lives,

and I'm so glad
that you did.

Now, I change the future

every time I save
a person's life here,

and Jamie, even though
he's not a time-traveler,

his very presence here
has affected the future

of a lot of people who
aren't breathing anymore,

and a few who are,
like you...

And Jemmy.

So time, space,

history be damned.

♪ Jeremiah was a bullfrog ♪

♪ Was a good friend of mine ♪

♪ I never understood
a single word he said ♪

♪ But I helped him drink
his wine ♪

♪ And he always had
a mighty fine wine ♪

♪ Singing joy to the world ♪

♪ All the boys and girls ♪

♪ Joy to the fishes
in the deep blue sea ♪

♪ Joy to you and me ♪

You're not a bullfrog,
are you, Jeremiah?

But it's true.

I canna understand
a single word you're saying.

I love that song.

You're a good dad.
You know that?

Here, I'll take that.

You can sit with Jemmy.

Mm.

Go.

Hi, where you going?

Hey, Jem.

Mm, mm.

I know.

Roger!
Roger, get out here quick!

Da, you missed it,
but Roger, he's walking!

He's walking!
Can you believe it?

Look at our baby!
He's walking!

Hey.

Hey!

I know!

Come on!
Come on!

Oh!

One of these on
the larger girl.

Thank you very much.

That's it.

Put some strength into it!

Mr. Forbes!
Fancy seeing you here.

I'd like to introduce you
to an associate of mine.

May I present
Mr. Stephen Bonnet.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

A gambling man,
are you, Mr. Bonnet?

I've been known
to bet on the cocks,

but truth be told,

I find the sight
of two women engaged

in such violent combat vulgar.

One claims the other
cost her 20 shillings.

Stole her fancy man
two nights in a row.

Far from bein'
the gentler sex today.

Then again, I'm not one
to pass up a good wager.

My money is on
the stocky damsel.

I put a stake on
the vicious little harlot.

So how is it you know
Mr. Turnbull?

Oh, Mr. Bonnet has facilitated
the transport

of various proprietary goods
for me and many others

who wish to avoid
the King's levies.

He's very discreet
in his dealings.

One good turn.

Indeed.

I'm glad we have...
how shall I put it...

untethered you from your past,
Mr. Bonnet.

It will be a pleasure doing
business with you, Mr. Forbes,

should the need arise.

I'll surely keep that in mind.

Come on!

What did I tell you?

I know a winner
when I see one.

And I know a cheater
when I see one.

Clearly you know that woman.

What are you implying?

You're in league
with the woman.

You knew when she'd go down.

I know who you are,
Mr. Bonnet.

I assure you,
you're quite mistaken.

Damn your eyes, sir.

I prefer to lose with honor
rather than win by trickery.

I think it's you that's
insulted my honor, sir.

Let us settle this
like gentlemen.

Come on, Bonnet!

Come on!

Yield.
Yield.

'Tis not my eyes that
will be damned, sir.

'Tis unlike you, Bonnet.

Why not kill the man outright?

I considered it,

but I must set
a better example.

I'm a father now.

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