Original subtitles

- No. - I'll let it mold.

I do penicillin,

or at least I will try.

The time has come for you to complete your oath.

Gather your men.

I want Mitzagh Fitzgibbons and his insurgents

brought to justice.

Don't disappoint me, Colonel.

Roger.

If I call a militia,

he is expected to fight. He's not ready for this.

- Captain Roger MacKenzie. - Captain?

Where's Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

- [spits] - Ooh!

[growl]

You executed a man without trial!

Josiah, the hunter.

Tonsils abscessed.

I can delete them.

If Claire does this for you, boy,

are you going to settle at the Ridge?

Do I hunt when I'm away?

Thank you.

[chirping of birds]

How do you know what to look for?

That's a very good question ...

just the kind of question you should ask.

Well?

Well what kind of teacher would i be

if I just gave you all the answers?

Now how do you think I know what to look for?

From an experience?

From a book ...

in Boston, maybe?

They seem to have all kinds of new ideas and things.

Yes, they do.

Therefore?

So ... the mold is gray or white,

you said.

Or...

Light blue, sometimes green.

Yes, and we try to avoid

dark green and black.

These are harmful molds.

And the more food we have, the more likely we are

to find the kind of mold it is useful as a medicine.

Very well.

And soon we will start watching it

under a microscope.

And what else?

Well, then ... the real work begins.

[dramatic music]

♪

CLAIRE: Jamie and I had tried in the past and failed

to prevent the story from happening.

What I was doing now was different.

I was literally trying fate,

events wishing to occur, advance the future.

Penicillin was one of these new features

I was hoping to have a place in the past,

and I dared the story to try to stop me.

♪

[sighs]

Damn.

CHOIR: ♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a young girl who left ♪

♪ Say, could this little girl ♪

♪ Am I? ♪

♪ Merry soul ♪

♪ She sailed one day ♪

♪ Above the sea ♪

♪ In Skye ♪

♪ Breath and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was right ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ left ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a young girl who left ♪

♪ Say, could this little girl ♪

♪ Am I? ♪

♪ Merry soul ♪

♪ She sailed one day ♪

♪ Above the sea ♪

♪ In Skye ♪

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WOMAN: ♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a young girl ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

♪ Say, could this little girl ♪

♪ Am I? ♪

♪

[solemn music]

♪

[noisy footsteps]

♪

Deo gratias.

♪

[gasps]

Jamie.

♪

Why do you thank the Lord?

♪

See you, Sassenach.

♪

- CLAIRE: Oh. - JAMIE: Hmm.

[crackling fire]

You liked Lieutenant Knox.

[sighs] I did it.

Even if Ethan provoked it, I ...

I didn't think he would act so revenge, so recklessly.

You can't feel responsible for the choices that others make.

You made yours by freeing these men,

and I hope it will make a difference.

This is what I fear.

It's okay.

These men told me that they now have an army.

I saw it with my own eyes.

They are not afraid to face death.

Right now ... Murtagh is safe,

and you're at home.

I missed you.

Everyone will be so happy see you again.

I doubt our tenants would share your feelings,

at least not those who took the oath.

I, uh ...

I have to assemble a militia,

as many men as I can muster,

back to Hillsborough with all the speed you want.

Combat?

- [clang glasses] - [sighs]

I hope not.

[deaf glasses]

Knox sent a word, asked Tryon for reinforcements.

If I can muster enough men ...

A show of force to prevent war.

Whatever happens with regulators,

there is nothing written about this, as far as I know.

So it can't be too much.

Well, the man Knox killed might disagree with historians

on what that represents.

I'm coming with you.

Uh ...

if there is a war with regulators ...

Then you will need a doctor.

You know, Murtagh, Knox, Tryon,

they all made their choices.

And I made mine.

You need my help.

[laughs]

[tender music]

I still have.

♪

And I always will.

♪

GERMAIN: Grandpa!

JAIME: Germain.

Your friend Thomas is here.

Take this and share it with him.

- Dinna tell your mother. - FERGUS: Oh.

[to laugh]

I saw Ronnie with the still.

He said you were gathering the militia.

Always.

I'm glad you're here.

Maybe you could advertise

at the printer at Woolam's Creek.

Let me go get a pen and some paper.

[dramatic music]

♪

Start.

"Colonel James Fraser,

at the helm of a militia company

for Rowan County,

against regulators,

to all good and capable men

between 16 and 60 years old.

I will go through the county

from the 21st of this month

to recruit men. "

- FERGUS: So early? - JAMIE: Yes.

Ask them to print a dozen worksheets.

We will publish them in the colonies.

I sent Roger Mac to say men of the ridge

we will be leaving in a week.

You will be back in time to join us.

We will take your whiskey with us,

share with men who enlist.

It's the best I have tasted since he left Scotland.

I am grateful, my lord.

Like me. Go now.

♪

And hurry back.

♪

[chirping of birds]

[men chatting]

[seen buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

We will gather more men along the way,

stop first at Brownsville.

- Yes, colonel. - Yes, colonel.

[tense music]

♪

I hope you don't need it.

FERGUS: My lord.

A letter for you arrived from ...

Ah, me, uh ... I sent it.

Thank you, boy.

Thank you, Mistress Bug.

- And where is Mr. Trouble? - [Marsali laughs]

You behave during our absence.

[Marsali laughs]

Have a good trip.

Continue your studies.

You may need to sew an injury at some point.

So keep practicing your sewing.

MARSALI: Mm-hmm.

Remember?

Pork is a good substitute for human tissue.

Exactly.

And I left you some drawings

penicillary mold.

So look under the microscope as I showed you.

- I go. - Hmm.

Bree, are you going to help Marsali with his reading?

Of course.

I'll miss you.

I'll write from Hillsborough

if it seems like we have to stay long.

Goodbye Mom. Take care of yourself.

[chuckles] reminds me of when I was

say goodbye to your father on the station platform

when I was going to war.

Mom, this is not going to be a war.

I love you.

I love you.

I feel like Scarlett O'Hara,

all the men leaving the plantations.

[laughs]

[soft music]

♪

You should be honored.

Jamie has left you in control of the place.

- What does it mean? - [Laughs]

Welcome to my world, where no amount of study

can prepare you for what will happen.

Well i guess this applies to life at all times.

Oh, there we are.

There is this pioneering spirit we are looking for.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[moans of horses]

[dramatic music]

♪

[click of cart]

♪

JAMIE: Push, guys! Push!

- One, two, three. - [horse hennis]

Push!

Well done, guys.

♪

Ronnie, take Evan and go find more firewood.

Seems to be a cold night.

Yes, colonel.

There is, uh, something I have to tell you, Sassenach.

[dark music]

♪

[sighs]

I, uh ... I couldn't tell you at the wedding.

Then I left with Knox, and ...

I wanted to be sure.

♪

Stephen Bonnet is alive.

[disturbing music]

♪

But the explosion in the prison ...

Lord John told me that ...

Bonnet's body was found among the rubble.

He made other inquiries ...

♪

Bonnet's confirmed sightings in Wilmington.

He's smuggling again.

♪

Bree doesn't know, does she?

No.

♪

Well, it's a little blessing.

Yes, when I thought Black Jack was dead,

it gave me some peace.

Peace to contemplate revenge.

♪

Half of me hope never to see that bastard beanie again.

♪

[to laugh]

♪

JAMIE: We won't have time to exercise.

So we have to teach them fight like the Highlanders:

collect or disperse on our order.

ROGER: Yes.

JOHN QUINCY: Everything is calm there, Colonel.

[groans] Cold like charity, however.

ALL: Mm.

RONNIE: Fergus and Morton keep the cart

bears and so on.

[groans]

The coldest spring I can remember.

I can barely smell my bullshit.

[to laugh]

Aye, I went for a pish, but I couldn't find it.

[to laugh]

KENNY: Dinna set your feet on fire.

Burn the soles of your boots if you are too close.

See?

Ah, it's better than going to bed your hair on fire.

I think my brother needs worry too much about that.

[to laugh]

GEORDIE: Unlike Roger Mac, huh?

He's as hairy as a bear.

Yes i will give Fergus and Morton

the dread of their life.

[to laugh]

What are you saying, Mac Dubh, huh? Heads or tails?

Oh. Ah, you don't mind.

I'm going to sleep hot, no matter how lying down.

- MAN: Ooh! - [laughs]

- JAMIE: Hmm? - CLAIRE: That's what you think.

[to laugh]

[soft music]

♪

[chirping of birds]

ISAIAH: Stop! Thief!

Stop it! Thief! Stop it!

[dramatic music]

- BOY: No! - ISAIAH: Come here.

No!

♪

I caught him stealing supplies.

- CLAIRE: Josiah? - FERGUS: Is he the hunter?

What are you doing here?

Fergus, can you get him a blanket?

Josiah ... what's wrong?

Wait.

Didn't he have a scar on his right hand?

Yes, the mark of a thief.

He is that.

♪

[noisy footsteps]

♪

Speak, boy.

It's Keziah ... my brother.

♪

[chirping of birds]

Look, boy,

there is a good deal between us.

You are my tenant.

You have my protection.

I have the right to the truth.

Kezzie and I are linked to a man

who lives not far from here.

I fled a year ago.

Without your brother?

JOSIAH: It's not safe for him in the woods with me.

He doesn't hear anything coming on him.

I promised to come back for him

when I had a situation for myself,

that I have now, thanks to you.

So I went back to get it last night.

We camped in the woods, and when I woke up ...

He is half hungry when I got it, sir.

When he saw your provisions, I ...

You are welcome to the food, boy.

Jo, more.

He would like some more.

ROGER: Sure.

[spoon scraping]

Has he always been deaf?

Since we were five, Mistress.

Our master boxed his ears.

[dark music]

♪

Can I take a look? Are you going to ask him?

He can read your lips when you speak, Mistress.

And he knows the words, only he hesitates to use them.

♪

Can I take a look at your ears?

ROGER: Why isn't he to wear panties?

He removed them in the barn where he slept.

The barn cat had its kittens on it.

When I got it last night,

he said he didn't want to wake them up.

♪

Ruptured eardrums.

Surprised that they hadn't healed.

Although i suspect it was not the only time

your master put your ears in a box.

JOSIAH: Yes, Mistress.

♪

Do you have another family, boy?

No.

We came across a ship with our parents and four sisters,

but all perished illness at sea.

So they tell me.

There were only two of us.

Mistress said we kent only our Christian names.

It was the first Mistress Beardsley.

Beardsley is the name of the man who bought you.

JOSIAH: Yes.

He is an Indian trader.

The captain of the ship sold us for a period of 30 years.

30 years?

And that scar on your hand,

who have something to do with your flight?

I stole a cheese in town and the milkmaid saw me.

The sheriff marked me as a warning,

but if Mr. Beardsley found out ...

You will not send us back, do you want, Colonel Fraser?

He beat us badly, we are starving, as you can see.

I will not fire you.

But I will have to buy your contract

therefore he has no rights over you.

Is he at home, in yen ken, or outside?

I can say.

But I saw his horse in the barn when I had my brother.

Be careful, sir.

♪

Captain.

♪

Take these guys and the rest of the business

and continue to Brownsville.

Complete this yers gathering book with as many men as you can.

♪

Yen ken what's at stake here.

I do.

I will not let you down.

♪

Claire and I will go see this Mr. Beardsley.

♪

[chirping of birds]

I wonder how the dairy could be certain it was Josiah

who stole this cheese.

You think it was Kezzie but Josiah took the blame?

And the punishment. Yes, mebbe.

He's a good boy.

You must cut this mark out of it, Sassenach.

There are thieves in these regions.

Do you want to do it like you did for me?

Of course.

Ah, if we have to buy his contract,

we have to make sure he is truly free from his past.

Ah, here we are.

Ho! The House!

Whoa.

[grunts]

You think they left are you looking for the boy?

JAMIE: Someone's house.

I'm going to check the barn.

[the door creaks]

[horse nickers]

[cat meows]

[cat meows]

[knock]

[brays goat]

[slap object]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Go away.

Hello to you, Mistress.

I'm Colonel James Fraser from Fraser's Ridge.

I need to speak with your husband.

The husband is dead.

I am sorry to hear that.

I need to speak with you, then.

I found myself in possession of your two servants,

and I would like to buy their actions.

- I'm sure we can arrange ... - Keep them. I have no use for them

[the door slams]

♪

It was him?

Beardsley is dead.

I spoke with his wife.

She told me to keep the guys, free.

Well, that's good, right?

I need their papers.

If we dinna have their deeds,

she could change her mind.

Oh, there is something very strange about this place, Jamie.

We should go.

I will be quick.

[Knock on the door]

JAMIE: I need these papers.

♪

[exhales strongly]

♪

- [cough] - [bleating goats]

♪

I don't know where Mr. Beardsley would have kept their papers.

And in this ... this office there?

♪

- [applause] - [goat bleating]

CLAIRE: Why are you keep goats inside?

It's too cold for them in the barn.

Too cold for goats but not for the bond servant?

Do you want papers or not?

Yes.

Yes, we do.

♪

- [plant object] - JAMIE: Christ. What was that?

[clicking of object]

Mrs. Beardsley.

- [Laughs] - [clicking of object]

JAMIE: Shoo! Outside! Exit.

Tch. Shoo.

[applause] Shoo, shoo.

[hit an object]

♪

[rattling gun]

[snap]

♪

FANNY: Stay away from there.

[rattling]

- [door noise] - [goat growls]

[bleating]

[sighs] It's just Billy.

We keep it in there so that it does not laugh

- with the others. - [goat goat]

[clomping clogs]

Oh, damn it.

No, stay here. Keep watching.

JAMIE: Go on! Tch! Tch! Outside! Outside!

[bleating goat]

Maybe he lost the papers.

That smell ...

[gasps]

It is not goat.

[strange music]

I don't feel anything.

♪

Your husband ... when did he die?

FANNY: A few months ago.

♪

What is upstairs?

Don't go up there!

♪

[gasps]

♪

[the insects are buzzing]

[gasps]

[gasps]

♪

[gasps]

♪

- [wheezing] - [gasps]

Sassenach?

CLAIRE: Jamie!

♪

Sassenach!

[breathe heavily]

I think we found Mr. Beardsley.

[moaning]

What's wrong with him?

If I had to guess, I would say he suffered a stroke,

apoplexy, you would call that.

He is lying in his own filth.

JAMIE: Yes.

Here, hold this.

♪

[wheezing]

Hush. Its good.

Do not try to speak.

We are here to help you.

[moaning]

He's been lying here for weeks, if not months.

God's judgment, do you think?

♪

Not entirely from God. Look.

She feeds him just enough to keep him alive.

JAMIE: In misery.

Can you do something for him?

♪

For apoplexy, no.

But to make an appropriate assessment, I need better light.

[disturbing music]

♪

You said he was dead.

How did it happen?

♪

He chased me,

hit me.

He was still angry, of course.

- When? - FANNY: A month ago.

Come here to get away from him.

He followed me, then he fell

and writhed.

I couldn't move it.

Go and prepare hot water.

We drop it.

[gurgling]

♪

ROGER: Orders from Governor Tryon:

all able-bodied men are invited to join

Her Excellency's militia.

The poor must bleed for the rich's gold

and always will be, huh?

Their father went to his house reward to heaven, or he would join you.

My condolences, Mistress Findlay.

JOAN: Is there a reward for my sons?

40 shillings each from the governor's treasury

and two shillings a day as long as they serve.

What if they get out?

I'm going to make sure they get home.

Is it true?

Well, Captain MacKenzie,

I'll take your word for it that if I lend you my sons,

you will send them home safely.

As far as it lies in my power.

Sign the book, guys.

Yes my.

- Last name? - Hugh Findlay.

Lain Og Findlay.

[Sir. Beardsley Gurgling]

It is covered with bedsores.

His muscles have lost.

At least the maggots kept his wounds clean.

The man was trading goods.

There are barrels of food and bundles of furs over there.

Yet he was where he fell,

cold, hungry.

[Sir. Wheezing wheezing]

Why didn't she just let her die?

CLAIRE: So she can do that.

[sinister music]

♪

FANNY: Can he be cured?

[Sir. Beardsley moans]

If you are not looking for the documents of the act?

♪

[whispering] She tried bleed it to cure it?

[whispering] No. Look at his feet.

She burns them over and over again,

let them heal, then start again.

♪

She was torturing him.

[moans, wheezing]

♪

I think he understands you, Sassenach.

♪

Can you, man?

[wheezing]

JAMIE: Did your wife do this to you?

[moans, gurgles]

Flash once for yes.

♪

What you had to do to deserve this.

[shaky breathing]

♪

His right foot is gangrenous.

I will soon have to amputate, or it will spread and it will die.

I need a saw and something to sterilize it with.

I can cauterize the wound and then ...

We have dinner, Claire, do the surgery

and give it time to heal.

I have to join the company and continue to Hillsborough.

I know, but I can't leave it like that.

If I can find a way to make him comfortable enough,

then we can bring it with us in Brownsville

and find someone there take care of him.

- Then maybe... - [Sir. Beardsley chokes]

- [Fanny growls] - JAMIE: No!

- [growls] - No. Fanny.

- [wheezing] - [grunts]

[grunts]

- No. - [both growling]

She would have saved him. He should die! I want him to die!

You could have killed him at leisure!

Why in the name of God would you wait

- until you have witnesses? - I didn't want him dead.

I wanted him to die slowly!

You dirty beast!

You dirty, mean ...

I am his wife. Let it rot!

[gasps]

[grunts]

[speaking Gaelic]

- [liquid splashes] - [gasps]

[the two panters]

The baby.

Ugh.

[yelling]

CLAIRE: Big push, come on.

- [growls] - CLAIRE: That's it.

[Fanny yells]

Here. Okay, one more.

Let's go.

[grunts]

[groans]

[groans]

- [yells] - CLAIRE: Oh!

[grunts]

[gasps]

CLAIRE: There, little girl.

Here.

[crying baby]

Good game.

- [baby is crying] - CLAIRE: Jamie.

- Ah. - [baby is crying]

Okay.

Now birth.

Little push more, okay?

[crying baby]

- Let's go! - [Fanny growls]

That's it.

[panting]

Good game.

JAMIE: Claire.

[dramatic music]

♪

[baby cooing]

He h.

Baby's skin.

CLAIRE: Huh.

It would seem

the baby father is black.

Let me see it.

♪

You have a beautiful little girl.

[crying baby]

FANNY: She's not his.

[Sir. Wheezing wheezing]

Do you hear that, old bastard?

She's not yours.

[gurgling]

[echoing] She's not yours!

- [wheezing] - [Fanny laughs]

Oh, it's not his.

♪

[song of insects]

[breathe gently]

CLAIRE: Do you have family nearby?

It took me from my fathers house in Baltimoe

in this location.

I miss Baltimore.

[agitated baby]

How long was it?

Two years ... three months, and five days.

These are your marks on the door.

No.

It was Mary Ann, I believe.

[solemn music]

Was she his first wife?

No.

Mary Ann was her fourth.

♪

Are you his fifth?

♪

The rest are buried in the wood under the mountain ash.

♪

I sometimes see their ghosts,

especially Mary Ann.

She tells me things.

♪

He killed them all, you know.

He would have killed me too.

None of us could give her a baby.

♪

[agitated baby]

Who's the father, if you don't mind asking me?

♪

A good man.

♪

Does he live nearby?

♪

He beat us terribly,

me and these boys, the three of us.

If I c-if I could find their papers,

I'll give them to you.

They deserve a bit of happiness, I guess.

So should you

and your baby.

♪

[exhales strongly]

Even if she was born from his mother's sin?

Yes.

♪

I hope it was born out of love.

♪

She will need more than love to get by in this world.

♪

You have the property ...

this house.

This place is his birthright, but ...

but for me it's nothing but ugliness and evil.

We will take your husband with us in town.

He can't hurt you anymore.

♪

You are a mom now.

♪

Have a baby... don't make me a mother

no more than sleeping in a stable makes someone a horse.

[agitated baby]

♪

Maybe when you name it ...

♪

I am really sorry.

I forgot to ask you for your name.

It's Frances.

♪

My mother called me Fanny.

It's supposed to mean "free".

♪

And your name is ... Sassenach.

[chuckles softly]

♪

Only to my husband.

♪

You can call me Claire.

♪

[agitated baby]

♪

[Sir. Beardsley snores]

[crackling fire]

♪

- [cry] - CLEAR: Hush.

How long will you have to stay here?

A day or two at least.

We will have to find someone to watch them.

I know you can't wait to start.

What shall we do with him?

Oh, I don't know.

As a doctor, I can't walk away, but ...

I'm not sure you owe him anything.

Well, these are our neighbors.

What kind of world is this bring a baby?

The only world.

No, it is not.

[dramatic music]

♪

Jamie ... I want Brianna and Roger

to return to their own time

as soon as they know if Jemmy can travel.

It’s safer for them there,

for Jemmy in particular.

♪

Roger feels the same.

- He wants to take them home. - Yes of course.

Your penicillin will safer for them here, right?

Only by infection.

Well it might be safer in your time.

But they would be without their families,

without their blood.

♪

Come ... [speaking Gaelic]

♪

Put those thoughts aside.

♪

Sleep.

♪

[song of insects]

[dark string music]

♪

[agitated baby]

[crying baby]

CLAIRE: What is it?

Cat?

[baby growls]

- The baby? - Still there.

Where could she have gone?

I'm going to look outside.

[agitated baby]

CLAIRE: Oh, hush.

[dramatic music]

♪

JAMIE: His horse is gone.

Mebbe, she went to get help.

She doesn't come back.

♪

She left them with the baby.

The act.

♪

[agitated baby]

And deed papers.

♪

- [baby is crying] - She wants us to keep her.

♪

[agitated baby]

♪

[bleating goat]

[chirping of birds]

We will have goat milk for the trip.

I hope there will be a nursing mother

in Brownsville.

And we will look for Mrs. Beardsley as we travel.

We will not find it.

[gurgling]

What do we do with him?

Take the bairn outside.

Dinna comes back until I call you.

[sinister music]

- Jamie ... - I would do it for a dog, Claire.

Can I do less for him?

♪

Go.

Let it be his choice, his will.

Whether or not I will call you.

♪

[wheezing]

Flashes once for yes, twice for no.

Do you understand?

[wheezing]

♪

Your wife is gone.

You ken the child isna yers.

♪

[sniffing, moaning]

♪

My wife is a healer,

says you suffered from apoplexy,

can cure it.

Your foot is putrid.

If it is not removed, you will rot and die.

You understand?

[wheezing]

♪

Would you like her to get off and heal your wounds?

♪

Are you asking me to take your life?

♪

[moans, wheezing]

Obviously, you are a mean man.

I have no desire to send a soul to hell.

Do you want to pray for forgiveness?

♪

[groans]

♪

May God forgive us both.

♪

[groans]

[weaponry]

♪

[Sir. The Gurgles of Beardsley]

[gunshot]

[crying baby]

[wings flapping vigorously]

[crying baby]

[dark music]

♪

I thought apoplexy killed a man outright.

♪

Never thought of asking Jenny if my father was suffering.

♪

She would have told you.

♪

Perhaps.

♪

She would have.

Swear to me, Claire ...

if he ever falls on my fate

as for my father ...

promise me

that you will show me the same mercy

that I gave this wretch.

♪

I will do what needs to be done.

♪

[wings flapping vigorously]

♪

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