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No woman speaks to me like that.

What have you done?

Don’t!

Roger, you spoke.

Whether ye’re there to hear

or even if my voice isn’t able,

I’ll always sing for you.

My husband’s whiskey venture‐‐

well, it’s barely breaking even.

But a partner
with the right connections...

Mr. Bonnet will be
personally meeting
Mr. Alexander Malcolm,

purveyor of the finest whiskey
in the Carolinas.

Your men left because
you betrayed their trust.

I made you a captain
without time to prepare you

or teach you
what the word meant.

He doesn’t have any faith in me.

Well, the heartbeat
sounds strong.

And baby’s
in a perfect position.

Any day now.

You know, after two,

you could probably deliver
this baby all by yourself.

Maybe.

It does make me feel better
that ye’ll be here.

Not so much as my physician,
but to share it with me...

as a...

As my ma.

Time is marked and measured
in different ways.

The colors of our lives
were changing.

The vibrant greens
of summer faded

beneath the ever‐varied
canvas of sky,

replaced by the russet tones
of autumn,

brown hues of harvest,

and blue‐violet shades
of indigo dye.

Dada.

Shit.

What?
What is it?

Oh, something stung me.

Mm, nasty sting you got there.

‐
‐ Want me to blow on it?

Ye are a sadist.

You must get it
from your father.

‐ Shit.

Hmm.

What’s this new word?

Must have got that
from his father.

Breakfast?

Mm, yes, please.

Eggs, please.

And then I think Jemmy

should go and see Lizzie
after breakfast.

Mm.
Bree!

Roger Mac, ye there?

‐ Mm.
‐ Where else would we be?

Coming!

Move yourselves.

No.

‐ Come in.
‐ No time to be lazin’ about.

Josiah’s seen signs of game
west of the...

Ridge.

Uh, meat is meat,
see us through the winter.

Could do with a good marksman.

Um, I’m supposed to be helping
dye the cloth today,

and I have been
really looking forward to it.

Roger will go with you.

If ye’re willing, Roger Mac,

I need able‐bodied men, and...

able‐bodied ye are.

I’ll wait outside.

There.

Yeah, very good, lad.

’Tis no elk.

They have very tall antlers.

How will it be, Colonel?

Well, the wind’s blowing
from the west.

We’ll make our way down
to the bottom of the slope

so they willna catch our scent.

Spread out.

Roger Mac and I will come
from behind and drive them
toward ye.

We’ll take what we can.

Bring the horses.
Do what ye must.

We’ll meet back at the Ridge
at the end of the day.

Very good.

I’m no great tracker,

but I’ve stepped
in enough of these

to know a cow pat
when I see one.

I hope we’re not hunting cows.

I’ll be damned.

Only three cows on the Ridge.
It’s not one of them.

It’s still warm.

Oh, my God.

Go.
I must reload.

‐ Ah!
‐

A snake.

Wee bugger bit me on the leg.

Come and sit down.
Let’s have a look.

Where is it?

I think it’s venomous.

I’ll have to cut it,
drain the poison

by sucking it out.

Wait.

Claire does this

before she sets herself
to cut someone.

All right, go on, then.

Again.
Quick, for God’s sake.

Aah!

Enough!

‐ Ye’ll drain me dry.
‐

I’ve made more of a mess
than the snake did.

Oh, there’s no sign of anyone.

Can ye walk?

Go find the others.

’Tis a good day for dyeing.

I hope you mean
the cloth, Lizzie.

‐ It sounds so ominous.
‐ Aye.

Did you always know
you wanted to be a doctor?

No.

Never really allowed myself
to dream of such a career.

It wasn’t easily available
to women when I was your age.

And then being a nurse,

that was about as much
as I could have hoped for.

You seemed pretty single‐minded
about it later on, though.

Well, I had to be determined.

No one was going
to open the door for me.

But if you’re lucky enough

to know what it is
that you’re meant to be‐‐

What if you don’t know?

Or if you do know,
but you just can’t do it?

Well, for most people...

life as they find it
is often the life they lead.

Now, is this about Roger...

or you?

Both.

We talked about maybe teaching
here at the Ridge.

It just made me think

about how I can’t apply
my calling here.

Oh, sometimes it’s doctor,
healer, a witch...

But I’m not afraid
of what they call me,

’cause that’s what
I was born to be

and will be till I die.

Uh, if I were to lose you...

or Jamie,
I would never be quite whole.

But I would always have
that left.

You’re an engineer, Bree.

And whatever it is
they call that here...

you just have to find a way
to be that.

And what about Da?
Does he know what he is?

Oh, he knows.

A laird?
Is that what you call him?

Is he content with that?

A laird, a husband, father...

Those are no small things to be.

Be patient.

If going back to our time
isn’t a possibility,

Roger will find his purpose...

And so will you.

They’re back.

How did you do?
No luck.

Nothing at all?

We followed a small herd
of buffalo,

but they moved off more quickly
than we thought they might.

Did Uncle Jamie manage
to find anything
on his way back?

No, they haven’t returned yet.

We thought they were with you.

How far did you go?

To the other side of the Ridge,
near the boundary of your land.

We got separated in the hunt.

We said we’d meet here
come dusk.

Maybe milord decided
to make camp.

Fair is fair.

No sign of the men, then?

No.

But perhaps they’ll see
the smoke from our fire.

‐
‐ How are ye?

Well.

Well enough.

Are ye sure?

I have pins and needles
in my fingers,

and my lips are numb.

Is it usual, d’ye ken?

Have you been drinking
too much whiskey?

No, I thought I might
need that more later.

And what would they do
in yer time for a snakebite?

They’d inject you with
something called antivenom.

A venom to battle the venom.

In a way, aye.

‐ Here.
‐

Get some rest.
We’ll leave at first light.

‐ R‐Roger?
‐ I’m here.

D’ye ken the last rites?

No.

Ye won’t be needing them anyway.

Ye’re not going to die.

We both read that obituary.

Aye, I’m to burn in a fire,
but...

I feel I’m‐‐I’m burning up
as we speak, Roger Mac.

I know a prayer for the sick.

And before you ask,
no, it’s not in Latin.

Try to get some more rest.

Roger...

Ye must kill Stephen Bonnet.

If I canna, you must do it.

He’s alive.

I know.

Brianna overheard you
and Lord John talking
at the wedding.

There’s a man...

Philip Wylie,
indebted to me yet.

He’s arranged for Bonnet
to smuggle my whiskey

if‐if Bonnet agrees
to a meeting.

Lord John kens the particulars.

I don’t know if I could take
another man’s life...

Even one who’s done
what Bonnet has done.

Ye must.

If I canna do it, ye must.

Claire told me yer father,

Jeremiah, fought in
the second Great War.

Ye would have, too,
if ye’d been of age.

Aye, I suppose,
but that’s different.

When a man is standing there
before you, flesh and blood,

with fear in his eyes‐‐

Bonnet stood before me once.

I saved him from his
rightful fate at the gallows.

He murdered my friend...

attacked my wife...

And Bree, he...

If I hadna done that...

But ye did, and it’s done.
Ye can’t change it.

Perhaps this is my penance.

Unfortunately for you...

the son must pay for the sins
of the father...

for my mistakes.

You must do this.

It’s a hell of a time
to get philosophical.

No time like the present.

And ye’re
a university professor...

Or so everyone keeps telling me.

If‐if I’m to die tonight,
Roger Mac...

promise me ye’ll look
after Claire and the Ridge.

Nonsense.

We don’t have to worry
about any of this

because ye’re going to live.

It’s a dangerous path
to go down‐‐vengeance.

Jocasta bequeathed River Run
to yer son.

Bonnet has waged a war on us.

We’re defending our family,
our beliefs,

those that come after us‐‐
wee Jemmy.

I have reason to believe

Bonnet will try to claim
yer son as his own.

He’ll have witnesses
from the tavern

Bree was willing
to lay with him...

for a silver ring.

"But whosoever shall offend
those little ones

"who believe in me,
better for him

"that a millstone were hanged
about his neck

and that he were drowned
in the depth of the sea."

Matthew‐‐ chapter 18, verse 3.

Verse 6.

Bonnet’s crimes are
unforgivable.

Better we rid this earth of him,

that he may never harm
another being.

There’s a fine line
between a monster and a hero.

Ye’re here
because of yer love for Bree.

She wouldna be alive

if Claire and I hadna
changed things.

Even though I blamed you
for hesitating to come back...

I’m glad ye’re here.

I have to have faith
the Lord has a plan.

If you want me to face Bonnet,

you’re gonna have to teach me
to fight.

Roger Mac...

I will...

if I live.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

What is this,
the bed of Procrustes?

Well, it could be worse...

could be Charon’s boat.

Ah, if I go to hell, I’m...

glad ye’re coming with me.

Well, thankfully, you have not
lost yer sense of humor.

God, I’m not even sure
what direction I’m going.

Stop.

What’s wrong?

Nothing that isna already wrong.

Look up, Roger Mac.

The wind’s blowing
from the west.

Follow it home.

If I die, Claire must leave.

Send her, make her go.

Ye should all go,

if the bairn can pass
through the stones.

It’s not safe you here
without me.

Tell Bree I’m glad of her.

Give my... sword to the bairn.

And tell Claire I... I meant...

I meant it.

Almighty God, out
of the depths, I cry to You.

Lord, hear my voice,
don’t let this man die.

Lord have mercy.

Roger!

Uncle Jamie!

Roger!
Uncle Jamie!

Roger?

Uncle Jamie!

‐ Roger!
‐ Hello.

Over here!

Over here!

‐ Uncle Jamie!
‐

Roger!

Hiya.
Come on.

‐ ‐

Rollo?

Roger!

He was bitten by a snake.

Let’s get him on the horse.

I’ve never seen
anything like it before.

Dinna tell me ye don’t have
snakes in yer time.

Yes, but...

you wouldn’t
usually call a surgeon

about a snakebite.

The closest thing
I’ve come to is...

when a man got bitten
by a king cobra,

my friend invited me
to watch the autopsy.

Autopsy?

What ye did to Leith Farrish?

You like you’ve been
roasted over a spit.

You should work on
your bedside manner, Sassenach.

‐ ‐ Bree...

you stay with your father.

Marsali.

What will we do?
D’ye have something
ye can give him?

I’m going to need you to get

everyone to look
for some maggots...

to eat the dead flesh.

It should help
stave off infection.

Tell me...

Is it bad?

Yes.

Can ye cut it out?

No, the venom’s in his blood,

and his body
will have to fight it.

I’ll make an onion poultice.

That should help
clean the wound.

I’ll give him some
of the penicillin broth.

Though...

I’m not sure
how potent it’ll be
if I give it to him orally.

Damn yer needle be broken.

Roger said Jamie was vomiting.

That seems to have stopped.

And Fergus said that he was
making snide remarks

about the sled Roger made.

Those are good signs.

Yes.

But if his leg turns
gangrenous, then...

Then...

I’ll have the whole Ridge
out looking for maggots.

Did, uh, any of the men take
a buffalo?

I do ken I shot one.

No.

They came back empty‐handed.

Huh.
‐ Josiah won’t stop
berating himself

for letting them get away.

Penicillin broth.

Lucky for you, this doesn’t
have to get injected
into your bum.

Aye, good.

I’ve had enough of yer needles
for one lifetime.

‐
‐

Is there anything else
I can do to help?

Marsali has everyone out
looking for maggots.

I’m sure she could do
with some help.

You feeling any better?

Huh...

I thought I was,
but now I’m not so sure.

Why?

It’s only...

When you scold me like a magpie,

I k‐ken I’m gonna be all right.

And when ye’re tender as milk...

Ye havena called me
any wicked names

or uttered any words of reproach

since I came home, Sassenach.

Does this mean ye think
I’m dying?

Fine.

You fool...

‐
‐ Stepping on a snake.

Why didn’t you look
where you were going?

Ah, not while

ch‐chasing a thousand‐weight
of meat downhill.

You scared the hell out of me.

Ye think
I wasna frightened, too?

‐
‐ You are not allowed.

Only one of us gets to be
frightened at any time.

Right now it’s my turn.

‐
‐

‐
‐ What on earth are doing up?

I ken what ye’re thinking,
and I willna have it.

I’m not gonna die,
and I dinna wish

to live my life with half a leg.

I’ve a horror of it.

I’m not too keen
on the idea either, but...

If it’s a choice
between your leg
and your life...

It’s not.

Jamie, it may be.

‐ It won’t.
‐ Fine.

Just give me the bloody thing,
and I’ll put it away.

Yer word.

‐ My what?
‐ Yer word.

I may be fevered
and lose my wits.

Not if ye to take my leg

and not be in a state
to stop it.

If you’re in that state...

then I won’t have a choice.

Perhaps you won’t, but I‐I do.

And I’ve made it.

Nothing.

I’m looking for dead rabbits.

Hey...

you did everything you could.

Here.

I was hoping that
if I got him home
to Claire in time...

He’ll be fine.

He’s too stubborn not to be.

Is there something else?

If the worst should happen,
he wants me to go

to a place
called Wylie’s Landing.

For what?

A plan has been put into motion

to find and kill Stephen Bonnet.

Yer Da thinks Bonnet

could have the right
to take Jemmy away from us.

He attacked me.

Well, people of this time see
the child as proof that...

That you were
a willing participant,

because God
wouldna allow a child

to be conceived through...

Rape.

You’re Jemmy’s father.

We were married already.
Doesn’t the law protect you?

We were alone
when we handfasted.

There were a hundred witnesses
at our wedding

after Jemmy was born.

Possession is 9/10 of the law.

I don’t think
the law means much
to a man like Bonnet.

Say something.

Let’s just find
these damn maggots.

There’s nothing dead here.

Found some!

Ooh, here we go.

‐
‐ Oh, dinna fuss, baby.

Hey, we’ll go in in a second,
once I’ve got these in.

‐ Here we‐‐ ‐

‐
‐

Hey!
Here, here!

Come over here!

‐ Here, here.
‐

Here.

Come on, this way.
Come here, here.

Here. Come on.

Yeah, come on.
Here!

Come on, follow me.

‐
‐

Here.
Over here, come on.

‐ Come on, come on!
‐

This way, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Bree!

‐ ‐

‐

‐ Oh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
‐ Ow.

‐
‐

Aah!

What in God’s name
were you thinking?

Josiah found these in a dead...

Never mind.
Uh, we have some.

That’s all that matters.

Great.
Thank you.

How is it, man?

I’ll do.

Oh, these suckers won’t hurt.

They’ll tickle
something fierce, mate.

He’s a great comfort...

that Roger Mac.

Be honest.

His body’s defeating the venom.

But the infection in his leg...

It’s bad.

It’s too deep for the maggots
to make any difference.

If only I had a way
of getting penicillin

into his bloodstream, but...

Roger Mac.

Aye.
Do you need something?

I wish to sleep in my own bed.

Um...

Ferrying you about is becoming
an everyday occurrence.

God, the thought
of amputating...

just makes me sick.

Can’t we just wait
a little bit longer

and see if the maggots
take effect?

But if there isn’t
any improvement,

then I don’t have a choice.

Except that he made me promise
that I wouldn’t do it.

At least he’ll be alive
to be mad at you.

Except every time
that he would look down,

it’ll be
a constant reminder that...

That I was the one
who did it to him...

that I didn’t keep my word.

Come help me!

Come.

Where are you moving him?

To his bedroom.

Why?

I want to be in my own bed.

But surely you should listen
to Auntie Claire.

Stay there so she can heal
your leg properly.

She thinks the only way
to do that...

is by taking it off.

Come on.

And what good would I be
with only one leg?

Well, did ye ever say that
to my father or to Fergus?

Fergus was but a‐a wee lad
when he lost his hand.

And what difference
does that make?

He and yer father are
far more courageous than me.

Or not as proud or as stubborn.

They’re still the same.
It’s still them.

It is a matter of honor.

They lost hand and leg
in battle.

There’s nothing honorable
about being bitten by a snake.

Maybe I should go.

No, stay.

I want someone else
to hear this.

You know, there were times
I felt guilty

when I was younger
for wishing you were my father.

I admired you so much,

I ran away to Edinburgh
to be with ye.

But ye’re right.

Now I do see how courageous
my father was and is.

I never thought I’d see the day
I’d be ashamed of you, Uncle.

What on earth is going on?

I, um...

I’m just gonna go
and see about a thing.

I had to move, Sassenach,
because...

I willna have you sleeping
in the surgery or on the floor.

Ye’ll sleep with me.

What is it?

It’s nothing.

Oh, you’re a terrible liar.

We were just talking about you
is all, Roger and I,

saying it would be a shame
if you had left Marsali

and walked all the way here
to see Uncle Jamie,

because he’s tired.

But I did walk all the way
out here to see him,

and I did leave Marsali.

So I’ll go and see him quickly.

I think he’s resting.
Maybe wait until later.

What is it?
Where is he?

Auntie Claire thinks she might
have to amputate if‐‐

If it gets worse.

Why don’t you want me
to see him?

You don’t think I can take it?

No, I ken you can, but...

I’m not so sure about him.

He’s stubborn.

He doesna want to lose his leg.

He’s acting like
it’s the worst possible thing

that can happen to a man, and...

well, I didna want
you to be upset.

In one stroke, he’s going
to be a man of leisure.

What?

It’s what I told him
when it happened to me...

that I would depend upon him,
and he would be there for me.

It was our agreement,

if I lost an ear or a hand
in his service.

I was teasing him.

"Man of leisure," eh?

Well, I can’t wait to hear what
Marsali has to say about that.

Oh, I’m sure she’ll have
plenty to say.

She’s seen what it’s like
to live with me.

You know...

Marsali and I try not to think
about what we lack

but about what we have.

You and I have a father
and an uncle.

We should be there for him
when he needs us.

That’s all we can do.

Sassenach.

What?

Sleep beside me.

Okay.

How do you feel?

Like a pile of moldy tripe...

‐ With maggots.
‐

You’d laugh on your deathbed,
wouldn’t you?

Does it hurt much?

No.

Just feel tired.

It’s no wonder you do.

Dinna leave me.

I could never leave you.

I’m cold...

Sassenach.

Touch me.

Touch me before I sleep.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie.

No, no, no, no.
You stay with me.

No. No.

Here, I’m here.

No, don’t leave me.

You’re not leaving me.

Oh, stay with me.

I’m right here.

‐ That’s it, yeah.
‐

‐ Okay.
‐

Ye gave me yer word.

Now I’m giving it back.

When the time comes...

ye may take my leg.

I don’t know
why I even took it.

Just felt compelled,
for some reason.

I thought maybe if Claire knew
the species, it might help.

It’s stupid, really.

Wait.

Don’t.

Smell it.

Okay? Better?

This one, you can pick it up.

Yeah, pick one.
Touch it, just...

This one, pick it up.
Pick it up.

‐ Fergus.
‐ Pick it up.

‐ Fergus.
‐ What is it?

‐ ‐

Uh, I’ll go fetch milady,
all right?

There’s no time.

Oh, this one’s not waiting.

Oh! Ye’re not going anywhere!

I’m here.

‐ ‐ Here.

Where the hell is everyone?

I need more than one pair
of hands for this.

When it’s done,
take the leg and bury it...

And never tell me where it is.

I’m sorry, Uncle.

I didna mean
what I said to you before.

Aye, ye did.
You meant it.

You were right to say it.

It’s all right.

We’re ready...

I suppose.

If you’re inclined to pray...

then now would be a good time.

You’ll need this.

Wait.

Did you know that pit vipers
have beautiful engineering?

Their fangs are connected
to a venom sac in their cheek.

So when they bite down,
the cheek muscles squeeze
the venom out of the sac,

down through the fang
and into their prey.

‐ What?
‐ Mama, their fangs are hollow.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
You made a syringe.

Is that the same snake?

Fair’s fair.

Brace yourself.

Beautiful engineering indeed.

I’m so sorry I missed
your arrival.

But I’m very happy
that you’re healthy and safe.

We’re going to call her
Félicité.

Oh.

It’s beautiful.

I wanted to wait to be sure
ye were fine before I, um...

Well, I’d like to point out
that you are, in fact, alive.

Hmm.

I didna think ye’d be one
to gloat...

Professor.

I wasn’t gonna pass up
this opportunity.

I may never get another one.

Hmm.

I want you to know...

You are no longer
under any obligation to...

fulfill my dying wish.

I know.

But I still want to go
with you to Wylie’s Landing.

I want to be there when you...

meet Stephen Bonnet.

You tried to die on me,
didn’t you?

That’s why you had Roger
and Ian bring you in here.

Yeah, it wouldn’t have taken
much effort.

And not dying was harder.

Jamie.

Aye.

I may have resigned myself
to die,

but that was...

that was
before I made my choice.

When I realized
my heart was slowing,

the pain was growing
further away...

The fever faded from both body
and mind,

leaving the mind clear.

I saw it...

Saw what?

I‐it wasn’t a‐a door exactly,

more of a passageway
of some kind.

And I could go through it
if I wanted,

and I did want to.

I knew what lay behind me, too.

I realized at that moment,
I had a choice...

Go forward or turn back.

And that’s when you asked me
to touch you?

I knew ye were the one thing
that could bring me back.

So why did you choose to stay?

‐ ’Cause ye need me.
‐

But not because you love me?

Whether I’m dead‐‐or you‐‐

Whether we’re together
or apart...

I will always love you.

There’s a war coming.

God has made me what I am.
He’s given me a duty.

And I must do it...

no matter the cost.

Well, whatever the reason...

James Fraser,
you made the wise choice.