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Previously...

You're to be congratulated.

Your son is now the proud owner
of River Run.

I can procure you
whatever you wish.

I know an Irish
seafaring gentlemen

who does business
in Wilmington.

My husband's whiskey venture...

Mr. Bonnet doesn't do business
with people he doesn't know.

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

You must kill Stephen Bonnet.

I don't know if I can take
another man's life.

A plan has been put in motion

to find
and kill Stephen Bonnet.

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 you
were a willing participant.

I could have been brave.
I could have fought.

I hate myself
for what happened.

- You couldn't have stopped it.
- I could have tried harder.

It took courage not to fight.

If ye did,
he would have killed ye.

The time has come
to approach the magistrate

with our request.

Obviously, your occupation...

makes matters
a-a-a bit more difficult.

A gentleman has no occupation.

Precisely, and that is why,
as your lawyer,

I advise you to be more
discreet with your dealings.

You have allies among
the wealthy.

You've been exonerated
for your crimes.

But for now,
I recommend that you lie low.

I'd like to lay low
under my regular mare there.

People might turn
a-a blind eye

to smuggling tobacco
or whiskey,

but there have been rumblings
that you're trading commodities

of a female nature.

My business is none
of their business.

Do you want custody of your son
or not, Mr. Bonnet?

I've made allies due to those
very dealings, Mr. Forbes.

They owe their wealth
and influence in part to me,

as do you.

So I suggest you start
to behave more as my lawyer

and less as my priest.

Oh, you have a priest?

I need you to consult
with the magistrate.

When will we have
his signature, sir?

I've provided him
with the names of the witnesses

from the tavern,

and I've confirmed
that they will attest

to the circumstances
on said evening.

We should have a signature by the end of the week,

and young Jeremiah will be
with his father.

Huh.

From your lips to God's ears,
Mr. Forbes.

If we might discuss
the matter of my compensation.

I'm no fortune teller...

but once I claim my son,
I foresee an unlucky accident

for Jocasta Innes
and her new bridegroom.

Such a shame, them being
married for so short a time.

How she chose that
old buffoon I'll never know.

And she humiliated me
during my courtship
with her niece.

When River Run's mine...

you'll get your money.

The agreed upon 20%.

We'll have a dram
on the front porch

in celebration.

I look forward to it.

In the meantime,

Mistress Innes has asked
to see me.

I'm intending to sail up
on the Sally Ann

to Cross Creek tomorrow.

Not a word of this to anyone.

Confidentiality is
my livelihood.

I have a really bad feeling
about this.

I want Bonnet out of our lives
for good...

and nowhere near you
or our son.

Getting rid of Bonnet
is for the greater good.

Yes.

Though I still don't trust
Philip Wylie...

even though he stands to make
a lot of money from this deal.

I think he'll keep his word.

But what if he doesn't?

Well, if he doesn't,
I'll likely be dead.

So if ye could find the time,

I'll appreciate it
if ye'll make him
suffer for it.

Ah, here comes
our go-between now...

Mr. Alexander Malcolm.

Glad you could join us.

Well, Uncle, is this
what ye had in mind?

Even better.

What about my markings?

I'll help you find some clay
to cover them up.

Though we don't have to fool
them for very long.

We must get to Wylie's Landing
before the parley.

We'll leave at dawn.

If we've no' return
to Wilmington in two days,

go back to the Ridge.

If you don't return,
we're coming to find you.

I thought ye might say that.

Dinna fash.

Bonnet's only a man.

And nothing more.

It is rather small, isn't it?

Well, sometimes
the smallest things in life

are the most useful.

What use do you have for it?

Well, it will be an instrument,
uh, for a physician.

It will hold medicinal liquid.

But it has a hole
on both sides.

It's not finished yet.

The smith is going to make
something for the bottom

and a needle to put in the top.

It's a syringe.

Ah, I've heard of those,

usually a tube fitted
with a piston.

Aren't syringes made of brass?

Well, usually, yes.

But I prefer
when they're made of glass.

It's easier
to sterilize--

clean...

to use before you heal.

Well, I did blow a glass tube
for a thermometer last spring.

I suppose a glass tube
is a glass tube.

Come back again
in a few days' time.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Well, that's one down.

Let's hope
the smith doesn't think

we're practicing witchcraft
asking for a hollow needle.

No kidding.

When was the hypodermic needle
invented, again?

Not for a while yet.

I really need one.

You've seen your father.

He has a knack for almost
getting himself killed

every time he gets out of bed.

I swear that man is like a cat.
Got nine lives, if not more.

What if he doesn't come alone?

I'm sure he won't.

He'll bring his sailors
wi' him.

What do ye ken about them
from yer voyage?

They sail with him
like they eat scorpion fish,

only when they're hungry
and have no other options.

His sailors follow his commands
out of fear, not love.

So long as we take care
not to give them reason
to think we're a threat,

I don't think they'll be
much trouble

about Bonnet's fate.

Hmm. Except they'll be in need
of new employment.

Keep yer wits about ye.

This is our one chance.

There may not be another.

So we've got the kelp
for the iodine.

And what else
are we looking for?

Well, certain shells--

I can grind them down
to use their calcium--

and maybe some sponges
to use in surgery.

I can do shells.

- I'll save some for Jem.
- Hmm.

Maybe I'll make him a mobile,
might make him sleep better.

When he comes, I want to be
the one to kill him.

Now ye're telling me.

You said it yourself--
he's just a man.

I ken what I said.

I know what you're thinking.

I've never killed a man
or fought in battle.

I'm no marksman and only
a half-decent swordsman,

but he's mine.

I will take him.

Brianna's yer daughter,
but she's my wife.

So...

don't hesitate.

Dinna challenge him.
Kill him the moment
you have the chance.

If you fall, Roger Mac,
know I will avenge ye.

And if you fall,
I will avenge you.

A bargain, is it?

A rare bargain indeed.

Wait.
Is that what I think it is?

Wow.

We didn't often get to see
sights like that in our time.

There's so much here
that's unspoiled.

There's so many of them now.

And to think by the end
of the 19th century,

whalers had all
but wiped them out.

I can see why Melville was
inspired to write about them.

- God, I love Moby Dick.
- Yeah, me too.

I remember seeing a whale fluke
off of Cape Cod once.

Remember when we used to race
there on the beach
when I was little?

Man, that is not as easy
in a corset.

I think I'm getting old.

All right,
I'm gonna live dangerously,

dip my toes in the water.

Oh, you're braver than I am.

I think I might go search
for some more shells.

Are you Malcolm?
Aye.

You must be Captain Bonnet.

Pleased to finally make
your acquaintance.

No, Captain's not coming.

He sent us to inspect
the goods.

But that wasn't
the arrangement.

Arrangement's changed.

Why?
- He had business elsewhere.

You want the whiskey put
on the ship or not?

Where are the barrels?

Where are the goods?

Do you know whose time
you're wasting?

The barrels are in the shed.

Aah!

What took you so long?

You were doing so well, I didna
think you needed the help.

Where's Stephen Bonnet?

- Who wants to know?
- Where is he?

Answer the question.

Where's Stephen Bonnet?

They say the sea lives
inside every shell.

Can you hear it...
the sea calling?

What are you doing here?

I was walking down
the thoroughfare in Wilmington

when I saw you from afar.

I thought to myself,
"Doesn't she look familiar?"

You see,
I never forget a face...

neither yours
nor your lovely daughter's.

She seems to have inherited
your beauty.

How's my son?

Does he resemble
his handsome father?

You don't have a son!

You're misinformed.

Your daughter told me as much
to my face.

I think I found...

Bree, run!

- No.

Go!
- I am not leaving you.

- Let her go.
- Shoot him!

Let her go!

Put that down,

or I'll cut her throat
on the count of three.

- One, two...

Wait!
Wait.

I'll let your mother go...

as long as you come along
with me.

It's my son and you
I'm wanting.

Bree!

Brianna!

Would you like some tea?

Where are we?

You're safe on my island.

Where the hell is my mother?

I left her on the beach.
I have no quarrel with her.

- We have a quarrel with you.
- Still?

It's not because I couldn't
remember your name

in the jail, is it?

Can't we just let
bygones be bygones?

I have something for you.

For our son.

He's not ourson.

His father is my husband,
Roger MacKenzie.

I know you had to tell him
that the boy was his,

but you and I know the truth.

We made him...

and there's
no denying that.

I want to do right
by you and him...

To be a real father.

I have something
for you, too.

It's Brianna.

Where is she?

Bonnet has her.

You look so beautiful
in your gift.

Please come in.

- Am I supposed to pull out
the chair for you?

Please sit down.

Please.

When we're at River Run,

we'll have better servants
to do this for us.

You mean slaves.

Is it the master of the house
who's supposed to do it?

Should I pass this
with both hands?

You'll teach me.

I don't think anyone
can teach you a damn thing.

"A damn thing," huh?

I'm surprised to hear language
like that from a lady.

You think someone lowly like me
can't better himself?

What I need is something
I can't buy.

A moral compass?

To make sure our son
knows what to do,

how to get on
in the world.

You can show me how to be
in your world and in his.

Hmm?

Show me what to do, hmm...

how to be a worthy gentleman

and no harm will come to you.

Why do you want to be
a gentleman?

You saw something in me.

You're drawn to me.
We're drawn to each other.

That's why fate has brought us
together again...

and again...

To be parents to Jeremiah.

You know his name?

Of course I do.

Let's eat.

Elbows off the table
in polite society.

And don't bend down
to your food.

You bring your fork up
to your mouth.

It's improper
for a lady and gentleman

to be alone like this.

I can have some of my men
come and join us,
if you'd prefer.

No.

Thank you.

What now, then?

How...

do...

men and women
of our standing...

pass the time?

You could read to me.

That is something
a gentleman would do.

Or if you don't know how,
then maybe I-I could
read to you.

Here.

Is that something you do
for our son?

Does he like that?

I love reading...

putting yourself
in other people's shoes...

living with characters,
learning what drives them.

Usually it's love, money...

revenge.

Which do you think drives me?

Money.
That's why I'm here, isn't it?

Because you want River Run.

It isn't ladylike to hurt
a man's pride, surely...

thinking me no better
than a common thief.

Well, it isn't love, is it?

Prove me wrong.

You don't hurt
the people you love.

And if it's revenge,
I have done nothing to you.

There are two sides
to every story.

You don't know mine.

If I were to tell Jeremiah
my story--our story...

Will he...feel for me?

You can't make someone
love you.

Well, I've heard the expression
"learn to love."

Perhaps you could learn
to love me

for the sake of our son.

I think I could learn
to love you.

When you came to me
in the jail...

and-and told me that there'd be
something left of me

on this earth...

I couldn't forget
how that made me feel.

It wasn't for revenge or...

For money.

So will you teach me
how to love?

I'll read for you...

like I read to Jeremiah.

This book is a good one.

I think you'll like it.

"The mysterious sea captain
of the Pequod

"was a man named Ahab.

"He stood on two legs--

"one of flesh and bone.

"The other one was-was made
out of the bones of a whale.

"His leg had been taken
during a voyage

"by another monstrous
white whale known as...

Moby Dick."

This is one
of Jeremiah's favorites.

So my son likes tales
of the sea.

"Captain Ahab nailed a doubloon
to the mast of his ship

"and swore that there would be
a great prize

"for the first man
to sight the whale.

"He said they would stop
at nothing

"until they found him...

and killed him."

Huh.

Please.
Please keep reading.

"The beast was unpredictable,
as was the sea.

"But every day

"they arose thinking
that today would be the day

that they would look
the monster in the eye."

What happens in the end?
Does he get the whale?

Well, you-you don't want me
to tell you know, do you?

There's so much more to come.

You must be tired, and I want
to know how this ends.

I really hope that Ahab
slaughters the whale
and gets his revenge.

Moby Dick capsizes Ahab's boat,

destroys the ship, and Ahab
is dragged under the sea.

What, the monster prevails?

And Ahab is...

drowned, then?

Well, that depends on which one
you think is the monster...

The man hell-bent on revenge
or the whale who's hunted.

The sea is
a treacherous place...

where creatures prey
upon one another.

And the sea herself is...

hungry for souls.

What does that mean?

A nightmare.

The sea, uh...

It comes for me.

Darkness closes in.

I cannot move.

No one comes.

No one ever comes.

It's only a dream.

So you don't think
any less of me for telling you?

No.

I could never think
any less of you.

Does Jeremiah get scared,

have nightmares and the like?

Sometimes.

He's only a little boy.

He needs his mother.

Oh, I never had a mother...

Or a father...

or a--

I was an orphan.

What do you do
to comfort him?

How could I...

comfort him?

Please...

Please tell me.

I would go to him...

Take him in my arms...

and I would hold him there
until he feels safe.

Will you show me?

A lady would say
"good night" now,

and she would go to her bed...

Alone.

Then I look forward
to bidding you good morning.

Me too.

Good morning, my lady.

Breakfast is served.

Tea?

So would we live here?

We could live anywhere
you'd like,

a place in town,
if it pleases you.

I was thinking I should go
and fetch Jeremiah.

I can't be away from him
for too long.

Mm.
I'll come with you.

Perhaps it would be better
if I tell him

that you're going to be
in his life.

We don't want to upset him.

He is only young.

We don't how my family are
going to react.

My father and Roger are...

well, they're-they're not
like you.

It would be more prudent
if I were to go.

Then I'll come back to you.

Fate will bring me
back to you...

like it has before.

Is that what you want?

Well, it's what we both want,
isn't it?

When would you go?

Should we not spend more time
together here first to bond?

I miss Jemmy so much,

and I know
that you wanted to meet him.

The sooner I can leave...

the sooner I will return
to you.

Yes.

And while you're gone,
I'll go to Wilmington
and find us a place...

with a parlor
and a bedchamber for us

and for our son.

And we'll seal our promise
to one another with a kiss.

If there's one thing
I don't need to be taught...

it's what a kiss is.

That was just our first time--
- Don't.

St-Stephen, we should-we should
try again--

I'm not good enough
for you, eh?

No, no.
That is not--

I'll give you a reason
to despise me.

I-I-I hoped-I hoped you were
being truthful.

I was.
I...

I let my feelings
cloud my judgment.

And the last time I did that,
I was a young workman,

and I was fooled into thinking
the other men liked me.

And they got me drunk,
and they left me for dead

in the foundations of a cellar
I'd helped them dig.

I don't need you to get Jemmy.

I'll show you
what you're missing.

For a few pennies more,
you could watch me and her.

That one won't be
enjoying herself today.

Then I'll collect my money.

But send for me again
when it suits you.

I'll fetch your coin.

But don't let her
out of your sight.

Do you know where we are?

This place?
Ocracoke.

Do you know Mr. Bonnet well?

Yes.

He sends for me
when the fancy takes him,

or he brings me out
on a boat with him.

He's fond of breakfast in bed,
if you take my meaning.

But I've never known him
to have two girls together

or to be wanting someone watch
while he's at his pleasure.

Was it to your liking?

You don't understand.

He's holding me here
against my will.

Well, whoever you are,
he takes what he wants

and you better not cross him.

- What's your name?
- They call me Eppie.

Eppie, I have to get away
from here.

Chances are he'll tire of you
in a few days.

No, you don't-
that's not-that's not
what he wants from me.

Is it money?
- No, I...

He means to ransom you?

I've never known scruples

to interfere
with the man's appetite.

Here.

If I give you this,
will you help me?

Help you do what?

Get word to my husband.

His name is Roger MacKenzie,
and he's in Wilmington,

as is my father, James Fraser.

You need to tell them
where I am.

Rich, your family, then,
are they?

Very.

I'd like to help you,

but Bonnet is a fair man

as long as your interests run
with his.

If it doesn't,
there won't be no warning.

- Please--
- One moment, whiskey and song,

the next,
you're breathing blood...

if you're still breathing
at all.

Mind your tongue,
and all will be well.

- I am begging you,
woman to woman--

Fuck.

Mr. Wylie!

Yet.

What is the meaning of this?

Why are you accosting me
in the street?

Tell us where Bonnet is.

You said he'd come to us,
but he didn't.

Did you give us up?
Did you tell him it was me?

No, I swear.
I don't know where he is.

He keeps his goods
at my landing,

and all I did was arrange
for him to meet you there.

- He has my wife!

Where's his ship?
Where does he make berth?

I don't know.
If I did, I'd tell you.

He's made my life a misery,

threatening me with blackmail

over business
he draws profit from.

Please.

There's a brothel he frequents,
Mistress Sylvie's.

He and I have had
meetings there in the past.

I'm sure you will find
someone there who knows Bonnet.

He is a creature of habit.

And make yourself scarce,
Mr. Wylie.

Without a shadow of a doubt.

You two stay in the tavern

in case Bonnet or his men come
looking for us.

Dinna ken what he might do.

Claire and I will pay
Mistress Sylvie a visit.

Will ye have Mary fetch
some of her wee cakes, Ulysses?

Of course, sir.

There's no need, Ulysses.

This is business, not pleasure.
We can eat afterwards.

Very good, Mistress.

- There.
- I'm not invalid.

But you've been suffering
wi' yer headaches of late.

I have been looking forward
to this.

You have my blessing to do
as you wish, my dear.

Mr. Forbes, Mistress.

I'll leave you to it.

I'll see you're not disturbed.

A pleasure as always,
Mistress Innes.

What can I do for you?

My nephew, Jamie, visited us
not so long ago

with happy news from the Ridge.

My great nephew, Ian,
has returned from the Mohawk.

Oh, really?
How interesting.

And Marsali's had another bairn,

a wee girl.

Oh, yeah, that's lovely.

So I was thinking...

we're very comfortable,
Mr. Innes and I,

and we will be for the rest of our days.

We dinna want for much.

We canna take it with us
when we...

You can't take what with you?

Our earthly belongings,
Mr. Forbes.

I want you to help me bestow
some gifts

upon my family.

Gifts?
What kind of gifts?

My fortune.

Can I help you?

Good afternoon.

Unusual to have
husband and wife visit,

but not unheard of.

Mabel wouldn't mind
being partial to women.

No, we're not here for that.

We would like to speak
to your ladies, urgently.

That'll be 10 shillings
for the inconvenience.

And what price would you put
on a girl's life?

Are you threatening me?

No.

We're looking for someone,

and we have reason to believe
that you or some of your ladies

might know where he is.

We're looking for a man named
Stephen Bonnet.

You'll find paper and writing
implements on the table.

Wonderful.

Now...

Marsali and Fergus, I'd like
to give them 100 pounds.

Generous.

And you're, uh, certain

that Mr. Innes
is amenable to this?

He is indeed amenable.

Oh, you're fortunate to have
found such a good match.

And 50 pounds
for their son, Germain,

and of course for Joanie.

20 for the wee one

and perhaps 20 more for luck.

Are you recording this?

Of course.

Every word.

Do stop me
if I go too quickly.

Oh, not at all.

Young Ian, bless him,

something to get him
on his feet.

100--no.
200 pounds.

Well, that is
astonishingly kind.

You hardly know the lad.

And he's been living
with the Indians.

Nevertheless, he is kin.

Was it not enough
to bequeath your property

to young Jeremiah MacKenzie?

You're diminishing from his inheritance.

'Tis better to give
than to receive.

Brianna and Roger...

I'm hoping to give them
a sizable sum.

Perhaps 1,000 pounds.

Well...

There we are.

Miss Brianna and her husband

will be
quite comfortable as well.

Gerald...

I had hoped it would be you
she chose,

but 'tis all water
under the bridge by now.

Aye.

Ooh, we mustn't forget
young Lizzie.

The servant?

She's a poor sweet thin.

25 pounds?

- No.
- No?

Whatever is the matter,
Mr. Forbes?

You can't give away
my money.

Your money?

You've left me no choice.

You've robbed me
of my dignity.

I would have been a good
husband to you or Brianna!

You won't rob me
of my share in your fortune!

Mistress!

Mistress.

Mistress.

Jocasta.

Never heard of him.

Your hip...anisomelia.

What did you call me?

I didn't call you anything.

I merely identified what's
causing the pain in your hip

and your back and the pain

that shoots down your leg
from time to time.

How did--

Are you a conjure woman?

No.

I'm a healer,

and I can tell that you're
in a great deal of pain.

Let me help you.

Please.

Turn around.
Give me your gown.

Here, hold on
to the chair.

Ah.

Did you know
that your legs are uneven?

Your left leg--

well, it's longer
than your right.

And lift your right heel
as I adjust it.

Lift up.

There.

Any half-decent cobbler

should be able to make you
a lift about this thickness.

It should greatly reduce
your pain.

Perhaps even in time,
it will completely disappear.

I'm not so popular

as to have spare money going
for fancy shoes.

I'll be happy to make
a contribution.

Why?

Because when someone
is in need

and you can help,
then you help.

Please...

Stephen Bonnet took
my daughter.

She has a husband
and a small child,

and I need to bring her home.

If he ever learned it was me,
he'd slit my throat.

He will never find out.

You'll need a boat.

I found a boat
from a fisherman.

Very good.
Let's go.

What did you pay him with?

I didna need money, Auntie.

He gladly took Mr. Malcolm's
new clothes in return.

Heh.

Come and greet Captain Howard,
sweetheart.

Please, sir,
I'm being held against my will.

My husband and my--

Of course you are.

I wouldn't be here
to make a purchase

if you were here voluntarily.

Oh.

Very lovely indeed.

But the red hair--
I do prefer a flaxen mane.

She's very fine.

She's in good health.

The teeth...ah.

Ah.

The teeth.

- Aha. Ha.

Ah, very nice.

Has she--

Ah!

Wild bitch.

Captain, she's not yours yet,
is she?

Mine or not...

someone should teach her
some manners.

I admit, I don't often shy away
from a challenge...

Breaking a wild mare.

Six pounds.

We're old friends.

You can take her for six.

She's nothing but property.

She's not worth more than that.

- We're agreed, then?
- Yes.

She's yours as soon
as I see the money.

Follow me to the boat.

Manny holds the purse.

Very well.

First,
let's have another drink.

For you, sweetheart, brandy.

You've earned it.

Please.

Please, don't do this.
Please, I am begging you.

I can't be parted from Jemmy.

Please don't do this.

Don't worry.
I'll take care of him.

Manny...

my purse.

Bree!

Manny!

Brianna!

- You're safe.

We'll take our leave.

To the boat, lad.

Come on.

Do you think his men
will come for him?

Not if they have any sense.

They'll be rid of him
soon enough.

They'll have a ship
and their freedom.

And we saved them the bother
of a mutiny.

You can have a drop...
for your soul.

Know that whatever happens,

the last face
you'll see on this earth

willna be that of a friend.

I want to take him
to Wilmington.

I want him to be judged
according to the law.

But can you trust them?

His dealings have bought a lot
of influence in Wilmington.

Tryon.

This bastard
may have influence

with businessmen
and landowners,

but surely Governor Tryon
outdoes them all...

even from New York.

Aye.

Tryon still owes us
for his mistake at Alamance.

He'll see him condemned.

That I'm sure of.

Stephen Bonnet,

known pirate and smuggler,
was tried this morning

before the Wilmington
Committee of Safety.

And upon testimony
of his crimes

having been presented
by a number of persons,

was convicted of them

and sentenced to death
by drowning.

Brianna?

Was that mercy?

Or was it
to make sure he's dead?