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Previously...

Victory tastes sweet,
does it not?

It will be written
in history, sir,

that you killed
and paid no heed

to the destruction you left.

I've paid my debt,
and I'm finished

with my obligation to you
and to the Crown.

You may have yer coat back,
sir.

From now on,
we will be Freemasons.

But it seems the time
has come for me,

now, to return to England.

I must make arrangements
for the care of the estate,

which is now William's.

Is she going to eat it?

No, lad,
that's for the sin-eater.

Sin-eater?

My wife and I would like

to make sure that
ye're comfortable.

I'd like to supervise work
on a cabin for ye.

Mark me, James, I will watch
the Duke of Cumberland

drink from it
when this day is done.

When ye're finished
in Cross Creek,

pay a visit to Aunt Jocasta.

I remember when we used to
print the news ourselves.

I miss those times.

♪ ♪

Please stop. Please.

We must hurry, sire.

How does one tolerate
these cursed bonnets

or-or breathe
in these wretched gowns?

Is not the wearing
of a woman's garb

a small price to pay
for freedom, Yer Highness?

Certainly better than hiding
here in the isles for weeks.

Yes.

♪ ♪

Careful. Wait. Redcoats.

Confound them. What now?

A ship to France
is yer best hope.

We can't possibly. How?

I will talk. Do not say a word.

I beg you.

♪ ♪

A rather unfavorable hour
for a sea voyage, mistress.

I'll need to see your papers
or a letter of safe conduct.

Certainly, sir.

I'm making haste
to reach Armadale,

over the sea to Skye.

My mother is gravely ill,
and my stepfather

begged me to come at once.

You have my deepest sympathy.

Mistress Burke, is it?

No need to be shy, Betty.

So silent and sullen.
Missing Ireland no doubt.

I took her from there, you see.

She's famed for her spinning,

but I fear it's a shroud
she'll be weaving now.

Then you must make haste.

I bid you a safe
onward journey.

Mistress MacDonald?

♪ ♪

Good gracious, thank you.

Take good care,
Mistress.

There are traitors about.

Oh.

I owe you
my lifelong gratitude.

You owe me nothing,
Yer Highness.

You lost the throne.

It won't do to lose
yer life as well.

Mark me, dear Flora.

Your kindness
will not go unremembered.

♪ ♪

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♪ ♪

♪ ♪

To Governor Josiah Martin,

from James Fraser, Esquire.

Yer Excellency...

"This is to notify you

"of my resignation
as Indian Agent.

"As I find that
my personal convictions

"will no longer allow me
to perform my office

"on behalf of the Crown
in good conscience.

"In thanks for your kind
attention and many favors

"and wishing you well
in future,

I remain your most
humble servant, James Fraser."

Personal convictions?

Is it a letter of resignation
or revolt?

I am certain
it is only the former.

When I
wrote you asking for your help,

I wasn't expecting this.

He was a colonel in the fight
against the regulators,

as you know,
but Tryon said it ended poorly.

He has a militia
at his beck and call.

If he should turn...

He is a friend of yours,
is he not?

One of my dearest.

Perhaps you can ascertain
where his loyalties lie.

See if I have anything to fear.

James Fraser has sworn
an oath to the Crown

and is a man of his word,
I assure you.

I have no doubt
I can allay your fears.

♪ ♪

Cornelius Harnett
has invited me

to share a tankard of ale
with him downstairs,

and to, uh...

..."raise a glass
to king and country."

A Son of Liberty
toasting the king?

The man's got a sense of humor.

Well, go.

I want to finish unpacking
and get to the apothecary

before we have
to start getting ready

for Flora MacDonald's event.

Aye.
And we dinna want to be late.

I'm excited to see her
after all these years.

You know, from everything
you've been telling me,

it sounds like you had
a small crush on her.

A what?

A tendresse.

Ah. Dinna be daft.

I'm only sorry Fergus
couldna join us here.

He's such an admirer of Flora

and her epic tale.

Well, it's a shame
he had to leave for New Bern.

But with the former owner
leaving in such a hurry--

Aye--I'll be having a few words

with Aunt Jocasta
when I see her.

Remember,
today's a celebration.

Mm. Dinna fash.
I willna forget.

You know, in my time
in Britain,

Flora MacDonald's likeness
ended up on biscuit tins.

But the image of her
and the Bonnie Prince

sitting in a boat, well,

it became emblematic

of a certain spirit
of Scottish rebelliousness.

And yet she's here
to speak on behalf of the Crown

to an audience
of loyal British subjects.

Highlanders like my aunt.

It is strange to think
of former Jacobites

being so eager
to join the loyalist cause.

Well, they've forged
new lives.

They've land
of their own underfoot.

Much to lose.
Very little to gain.

If only they knew
what was coming.

They willna fight for a dream.
Not now.

Tried that before,

and they stood
behind the Bonnie Prince

only to find themselves
imprisoned,

flogged, destitute.

And most have now sworn
an oath of loyalty

to the Crown
as Flora MacDonald did.

As did I.

An oath I'd very likely keep

if I didna ken
what you and Bree told me.

But now since you do?

Then...

I must break it.

♪ ♪

God save His most excellent
Majesty, King George, the third.

Cheers.

Why do you smile like that?

Because I see I'm among men

who have about as much respect
for the king as I do.

Mr. Cornelius Harnett,
I presume?

Forgive me, Mr. Fraser.

I wanted to be certain
it was you.

But may I ask, how could you
be sure it was me?

Oh, you're very convincing,
Mr. Harnett.

Almost too convincing.

But, it seems your companion
here might vomit

at the mere mention
of our good sovereign's name.

You never would've made it
on the stage, Beeston.

Luckily for us,
your talents lie elsewhere.

I'll leave you gentlemen
to get acquainted.

Excuse me.

Your Committee
of Correspondence

has assembled an impressive
group of thinkers.

It's been my pleasure
to read your letters.

As it has been mine to read
your very astute responses.

We know what you did
at Alamance Creek.

Throwing down your coat
at Tryon's feet

and telling him what many
only dare to think.

I'm sure reports
have been exaggerated.

Wasn't a speech I had time
to prepare, believe me.

I admire your humility.

Still, you must understand
that it is a risk

for us to seek you out.

Aye. I understand
how my association

with Governor Tryon
must've appeared.

Before I share our plans,

I like to look
into a man's eyes

and get the measure
of his character.

And how do you find me?

Bold. Willing to ask questions.

And I believe a man must
question his own motives too.

And what are yours?

To do right by my conscience

and my duty by my brothers.

There were personal reasons

for my change of heart
at Alamance.

But that they changed
is undeniable.

♪ ♪

I believe you, too,

stand for liberty
and fraternity.

The barkeep here
is sympathetic to the cause

and is closing early
tomorrow night

so the Sons of Liberty
can meet.

Will you join us?

I look forward to it.

♪ ♪

Well, that's gonna
need reinforcing.

Shall I fetch
the mortar we mixed?

Aye.

Bless you and
Mistress MacKenzie for these.

I hope there's enough left
for you.

Oh, we have plenty,
and we're happy to share.

♪ ♪

That's lovely.

What is it?

Oh, I doubt
you'd know this one.

It's from--from--

Well, it's a favorite
of where I come from.

How does it go?

It's called "The Northern
Lights of Old Aberdeen."

♪ I've wandered
In many far-off lands ♪

♪ And traveled many a mile ♪

♪ I've missed the folk
I've cherished them all ♪

♪ The joy of a friendly smile ♪

I think I know it.

Well, there's something
familiar about it.

Well, perhaps it's only
the words remind you of home.

♪ ♪

I often find myself...

aching for it.

Do you ever feel that way?

Aye.

Will you teach the song
to Aidan?

This isn't
quite right either.

Maybe we should
go downriver.

Uh, no.

Can you tell us
what kind of location

we're looking for?

Yes, if you could
explain it to us

in a little more detail,

perhaps we could be
of better help.

Well, I need a narrow part,

but still with enough water
to turn a waterwheel.

It'll then turn a screw pump

which will bring water up
from the spring,

and that's what I'll use
to fill my cistern--

once I've built it--
but that's the easy part.

Getting it from the cistern
to the settlements,

that's gonna be
a little more tricky.

Perhaps Mr. MacKenzie

or one of the other men
might know of a place.

Aye, you should've
asked Roger

to come trudging up
all this way.

I thought you all
wanted to come for a walk.

And no, Roger is fixing
Mistress McCallum's hearth,

so it's just us women,
and we're not giving up yet.

Let's, uh, let's try down there
a little ways.

What's that?

Bones.

Of an animal?

No. Finger bones.

Some charms use grave dust

or ashes of a body.

Oh, so you think it's a spell?

Dried seaweed...

bones, and flat rocks.

I believe it's a love charm.

The one they call
"Venom of the North Wind."

Well, maybe it was
one of the fisher-folk.

They're a superstitious lot.

Perhaps it was Ute McGillivray.

Her daughter, Senga, is unwed.

Or Amy McCallum.

True. She's a widow.

Lonely with those
two young children, no doubt.

Lizzie, are you all right?

Lizzie.

You're feverish.

The malaria.

We need to take her home.

Come.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Lord John.

I didna count you to be among

Mistress MacDonald's
many admirers.

It should come as no surprise.

I have a particular fondness
for reformed Jacobites.

And how is William?

Nearly as tall as me,

and he bests me at chess
almost every game.

Well, I hope to have
the honor of playing

with him one day.

Well, it's not
only chess.

He talks of politics
like a politician,

of history like an historian,

and his knowledge of literature
and the modern languages is--

well, I hardly know
where to begin.

So is it business or pleasure
that brings you to Wilmington?

Well, I understood
that Governor Martin

wasn't able to attend.

Should we be glad or worried

that both England
and New Bern can spare you?

Glad, I should hope.

But Mistress MacDonald's
willingness to appeal

to her fellow countrymen,

to make her case for peace, um,

couldn't come at a better time.

It is a strength of feeling
that Governor Martin

hopes to be able to count on
to change hearts and minds.

A Jacobite in the hand
is worth two in the bush,

as they say.

That's all behind us,
thankfully.

And what matters now is that
Mistress MacDonald

has the discernment to judge
the right course of action now.

Indeed.
Will you excuse us, John?

I see my aunt has arrived.

Of course.

Mr. Innes, Aunt Jocasta.

We're delighted
you've come.

Aye.

But why do we never
have the pleasure

of yer company at River Run?

Mr. Bug's been delivering
all my sweetmeats,

so you've no need
to come yourselves, is that it?

The last time I sent
a man to River Run,

you bought him a print shop
in New Bern, and I lost a son.

Nephew, when Fergus visited,

he told me how happy he'd been

at working the print shop
in Edinburgh,

and how desperately he wanted
to feel that way again.

I had an opportunity to help.

An opportunity, certainly.

Do you begrudge the lad
his happiness?

Of course not, Auntie.

Well, then surely
you can have no objections.

Once Marsali joins him
in New Bern,

they will be safer from those
who'd think ill

of wee Henri-Christian.

D'ye no' agree?

Mary, so lovely to see you.

We missed you
on our last visit.

Thank you, mistress.
My mother died.

Mistress Innes gave me leave
of my duties to mourn.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

Our Hanna's dearly missed.

Mr. Innes,
I'm in need of refreshment.

Of course, my dear.

Aunt Jocasta.

Is Lizzie very sick this time?

She has a fever and the shakes.

This ointment will help her.

Do you know where
to find gallberries?

Aye. Up the mountain.

Dinna like 'em much,
bitter as vinegar.

No, they're not for her to eat.
They're for the ointment.

We'll need more,
but take this to her for now.

She'll know what to do.

Major MacDonald.

Mr. Fraser.

- Major.
- Mistress Fraser.

I must say,
I was quite taken aback

to hear of your resignation,

and from the governor
himself no less.

You know, I would've hoped you
might've given me some warning.

Aye, I should've
told you first, but, uh,

I trust the governor
is satisfied

with the pledge of loyalty
I received from Cherokee.

He was most pleased,

which is why we'd hoped
for a continued effort.

Oh, it's Flora.

Mistress MacDonald.

Such an honor.

Mistress MacDonald.

Of course you know
Major MacDonald.

Mr. MacDonald.
Mistress MacDonald.

I fear I should need
a chart of lineage

to distinguish all these
MacDonalds from one another.

If only that would help.

You should see
my own family tree.

Born a MacDonald,
and then I married one.

-My good fortune.
Different branch, of course.
-Oh.

Well, may I introduce
Mr. James Fraser

and his wife,
Mistress Claire Fraser.

Formerly of Broch Tuarach.

Last time I laid eyes on you,

you kicked me in the shin.

Aye, Fionnaghal,
because you stole my bridie

and pulled my hair.

If memory serves,
the bridie was well worth it.

Only wee'uns.

Mistress Fraser,
a great pleasure.

Oh, the pleasure is mine.

You're somewhat
celebrated here

as well, it would seem.

Is it true you performed
an operation

on stage at the theatre?

It's left quite an impression
on the townsfolk.

Actually it was the foyer,

but, uh, I'm surprised people
still talk about it.

Our apologies.
We were delayed.

When I went to
my chamber to dress,

I found a thief ransacking
my belongings.

- Mm.
- Good heavens.

He stole my necklace.

What a fright you must've had.

Fortunately,
two men from the inn

apprehended him in the street.

We had to wait for the sheriff
to be summoned.

He was arrested
at my wife's instance.

You're very brave.

You retrieved the necklace
with one emerald missing?

Yes.

They failed
to find it on the thief.

Well, ye're safe
here, I can assure you.

- Oh.
- Auntie?

Jocasta?

Oh.

Do you need to get some air?

I think that would be wise.

I'll come.
I could use some air as well.

Is it your eyes?

The most
grievous pain at times.

It's not uncommon
with your condition.

You know, I have something
that could soothe them.

Hmm. Have you, indeed?
Something unpleasant, no doubt?

I can fetch it
from the carriage.

You can tell what ails her
simply by looking at her?

Well, yes, but I also know her.

What can you tell by looking
at me, Mistress Fraser?

Do you know what's ailing me?

Well, the burden of a
great responsibility to please,

no doubt, and a touch
of nerves, perhaps?

Yes.
I think perhaps you're right.

What I have can also
ease nerves

if you'd care to join us.

Please do.

♪ ♪

What song is that?

I never heard it before.

Funny you should say that.

Amy McCallum was convinced
she had heard it.

But she couldn't have--
it wasn't composed

until the 1950s.

We were out
by the river this morning

looking for a place
for a waterwheel,

and we came across
this pile of burned

human finger bones and seaweed.

Marsali said it was
a love charm.

Something one of the
fisher-folk might've put there.

That's strange.

Didn't think Presbyterians
went in for that sort of thing.

You've been spending
a lot of time over there,

at Amy's.

Just working on the roof.

And serenading her, apparently.

What? No.

It's not--

I let my guard down
for a split second

singing a modern tune,
and she liked it.

Just noting that
you're over there a lot,

and maybe she likes
spending time with you.

No, I'm not spending time with
her.

I'm helping out.

I promised her that
she would have a cabin

and wouldn't starve,
and I'm keeping that promise.

What, you think that she made
that love charm for my sake?

What I think is,
she's a lonely widow

with two children.

And having a handsome man
over there

at her beck and call
all the time is--

-She needs me.
-We need you.

Do ye? Ye're so capable.

You're making waterwheels
and clay pipes.

It's nothing
the Romans didn't do.

Ye're the only one here
who knows how to do it.

You're bringing indoor
plumbing to the Ridge

for crying out loud.

Ye're amazing to me, Bree.

I'm just trying
to contribute something too.

Amy sees me as her minister,
and I--

But you're not a minister.

To the rest of the world,
you're a married man

who's alone with a widow
in her home for hours on end.

It--it's not like that.

Roger, Amy needs to find
a husband of her own,

and she won't if you're already
the man of the house.

♪ ♪

Oh, my.

It's hemp flower.

I think we are
a veritable gentleman's club.

To whom shall we drink?

Our Bonnie Prince.

Well, I say
we should drink to you.

♪ ♪

I was never much aligned
with him politically.

People thought we were in love,
mm,

and that we laid together.

In the boat?

I fear my name will be
forever associated with him.

Forgive me, I do not wish
to speak ill of him.

It's just--

Charles Stuart
was not a leader of men.

No. I don't think he'd mind.

Last I heard, he was in Italy

quietly drinking himself
to death.

I had always wished

to meet a member
of a royal family,

but hearing you talk,

maybe I should count
my blessings that I have not.

Mistress Fraser, of course,
has had the honor.

More than one occasion.

Hmm.

I wouldn't exactly
call Culloden an honor.

But, uh, as for Versailles...

♪ ♪

Well, shouldn't bore you
with the details.

Mistress MacDonald,

we shouldn't keep you
any longer.

It must be almost time for you
to address the crowd.

Yes, I suppose
I should go and prepare

to face them.

Wish me luck.

Let us go together.

Of course.

Has that helped your eyes?

It has, aye.

I mustn't curse them
too much I suppose.

I can still recall
Murtagh's face

from when I was a young lass.

Four husbands I have had,

and some of them have
made me happy at times,

but... until Murtagh...

I understand.

Well, must put a smile on,
I suppose.

Shall we?

You know, I was--I was thinking
that I should prepare you

a little pouch of the hemp
flower to take home.

-Oh.
-I'll be along shortly.

Right.
Thank you, Flora.

Okay, careful.

♪ ♪

Was he a coward
in his disguise,

or a brave soul
willing to take a risk?

You, of course,
may judge for yourselves.

A man is often judged
by his actions.

A woman
is more often judged...

Where did you disappear to?

Just needed a rest.

But you've come here
to hear about my actions,

to judge my character.

Why I did what I did
that fateful night.

I chose to see
beyond mere appearances.

Today, Mistress Fraser
reminded me of something.

A gifted physician,
and incidentally a woman--

can you imagine?

She reminded me
that we must seek to find

what ails us not outwardly,
but within.

What is ailing us today
is the threat of division,

and we've seen it before.

We know the symptoms
of this disease,

and it's not enough for us just
to put on a disguise and flee.

Peace and unity,
that is what is at stake.

We have sworn oaths
of loyalty to the Crown,

and we are proud subjects

of the United Kingdom
of Great Britain.

And if we are to live
in peace in this new land...

so we must continue to be.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Jamie, Governor Martin
has concerns.

Ah.

So I must ask you.

Ask me what?

About your resignation
as Indian Agent.

I assured him
of your allegiance,

and your presence here
has given me every reason

to believe that we are
in alignment.

And yet...

I was shown a missive
containing a list of names,

and yours was among them.

A growing number of men

who make no qualms
about their affiliation

with the Sons of Liberty.

Well, the Committee
of Correspondence

has made it no secret they're
eager to consider me an ally.

A presumption I'm certain
you would take pains to correct.

You must disassociate yourself
from them at once.

Jamie, it is dangerous.

Aye.

Though if you did happen
to know

where they were
meeting tomorrow...

I don't.

Very well.

I'm sure we'll find out
soon enough.

The Crown has eyes
and ears everywhere.

John, I feel I must tell you--

Lord John, forgive me.

Master Innes told me
to come get you.

What is it?

There's trouble in town.

♪ ♪

Simms! What's this all about?

Your aunt had me print those
to commemorate the day.

She brought me
the drawing last week.

It was for a good cause.

Seems these men are not
as eager

as we to honor
our Scottish heroine.

Or the gentleman
that printed them.

Mary, you should return
to Mistress Innes.

Give him up, Fraser,

or wear feathers with him.

Come out from there.

Come on out of there, Simms.

You can't be hiding up
this man's backside all day.

Better a printer up my arse
than a fool wi' a torch!

Aye, you've no cause
to-to threaten a man

for doing an honest day's work.

We don't want
his Tory lies getting spread--

I'll print
whatever I damn well please.

♪ ♪

Out of the way!
Out of the way!

Thank you. Thank you.

Alas, you canna
please all readers alike.

Come. I'll tend to your wounds.

Just a little bit of tar.

At least you weren't
shot or stabbed.

Yeah.

4th of July,

1776, you said.

Well, there's still time.

That's the Declaration
of Independence.

The war starts much sooner.

The settlers on the Ridge...

what will they say
when they learn

I've broken my oath
to the king?

I kent one day have to stand
against a great number of them

to fight friends and kin.

To hear
Flora MacDonald's words

fall upon the crowd today.

See the resolve grow in them

as if a great blade had come
down from heaven

to cleave us apart.

And Lord John,
had to lie to him today.

You will do right by Lord John.

As for the people on the Ridge,
well...

if we're involved,

perhaps they don't have to be.

You know, I've never lived
without allegiance,

wittingly or not,
to laird or king.

I know.

The tide has turned.

Our allegiance now is--
it's to this new nation.

♪ ♪

"Send not to know
for whom the bell tolls.

It tolls for thee."

I wouldn't worry about
that just yet, Mr. Christie.

We have to get it
up there first.

Without more help,
we might die trying.

I mean that it's not
only for funerals.

Soon we'll hear the peal of
wedding bells and christenings

ringing out
for happy occasions.

I dare say my father

is somewhat suspicious
of happiness.

Are you not, Father?

For whatever occasion
it may toll,

be the finest belfry
in Rowan County.

If you will, go fetch the rope

from inside for the pulley,
Mr. MacKenzie.

Aye.

Mr. Henderson,
have you gone mad?

In here of all places?

We haven't done anything, sir.

Well, it didn't look
that way to me.

Miss Christie.

Your father and brother
are outside.

A word to my father,
Mr. MacKenzie,

and I'll tell everyone I've
seen you kissing Amy McCallum.

I've done no such thing.

But everybody knows
you spend more time

with the widow
than you do your own wife.

♪ ♪

They will believe me.

Look who I found inside.

Ah.

Another pair of hands
would be useful, Mr. Henderson.

Pleased to be of help, sir.

Aye.

♪ ♪

Mr. MacKenzie,
I caught a bass.

I shred the worm as you
showed me and hooked him.

Ha!

Bet your ma's already
cooked him ready

for your luncheon.

Well, do come in
and eat with us.

Ah, I don't have much work
left to do on the hearth.

I should probably finish
so I can go home.

Please?

Let me repay all your kindness.

And Aidan canna wait
to hear stories

of when you were taken captive
by the-the Mohawk, was it?

Aye, the Mohawk.

♪ ♪

Will this do, Mr. MacKenzie?

Would you like to say grace?

Is it true, Auntie?
You paid for Flora's gathering?

I've come to the conclusion

that it does no good
to sit quietly on your hands

when you could put them
in your purse

to further the cause of peace.

These rebellions lead nowhere,
as well you know.

I ken what you're doing.

With Fergus too.

Oh, not this again.

And no doubt he'll feel
obliged to do your bidding

and print your views

since it was your money
that bought him the shop.

I dinna wish to hear he's been
hanged for treason or tarred

and feathered for not
being treasonous enough.

He understands the dangers.

Aye.

And I understand your grief.

But if anything
should happen to my son...

♪ ♪

Feeling a wee bit tired.

I'll take you
to your chamber.

Your auntie hasn't been herself
since Mr. Fitzgibbons died.

Often I find her in her chair
by the fire

having a fitful dream,

speaking of money
stained by blood,

her daughter Morna,
and French gold.

You don't worry
she's losing her mind,

do you, Mr. Fraser?

No.

Only that she's lost her heart.

Thank you, Mary.

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Look at me!

We'll just say
it's a very odd-looking bird.

You know Obadiah Henderson?

Lives up by the Lindsays?

Yeah?

I asked him to look in on Amy

and finish anything
she needs doing in the cabin.

I have a weakness
for young mothers.

Well, I guess it makes sense.

You lost your own mother
so young in the blitz.

Aye.

I find myself needing
to take care of 'em.

I can't help it.

I couldn't see--

okay, maybe I didn't want to see

that I was going down
a wrong path.

You know I was never worried
about you.

I know.

I know.

But I'm still sorry.

I want to spend my time
with you and Jemmy.

Just the three of us.

All the four of us.

Really?

Really.

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Lord John?

I, uh, must speak with you.

It's good news.

I'm informed
that the Sons of Liberty

are meeting
at the Red Falcon late tonight.

Aye.

I will attend that meeting.

There are soldiers
ready and waiting

to put a stop to it,
catch them in the act.

But if you think
these men will trust you...

...then perhaps you might
glean some information?

You mean attend?

As one of them?

God.

I am a fool.

John, no.

So the rumors are true then?

You are for independency.

I must believe there's
another way to live,

a better way, perhaps.

Better? Better than what?

If there is a war,
the rebels will lose,

and you...

you may lose your life.

Or gain my freedom.
Our freedom.

Freedom? Freedom from what?

From paying your taxes?
From tyranny?

Is that how I appear to you,
Jamie, the face of tyranny?

No.

But I canna disguise
how I feel any longer.

It is a mistake
I've made before.

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Come with me, John,

at least to hear their side,
to understand.

-I cannot.
-Or will not?

It is inconceivable
and incomprehensible

that the colonies
might govern themselves.

Then delay yer men. Please.

That is a great deal to ask.

I ken it is.

And if I refuse?

Then I will attend
the next meeting

and the next.

I dinna wish this
to come between us...

but I have made up
my mind, John.

♪ ♪

You surprise me at every turn.

But then, you always have.

I will delay the soldiers
for as long as I can.

Be careful.

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The first matter
to be discussed

is our provincial congress.

We will hold a vote
on all our delegates,

one from each county.

And after w--

I'm afraid, Mr. Fraser,
that you're no longer welcome.

Why not?

You made your sympathies
quite plain

when you defended
that Tory printer.

Mr. Beeston was in the street
and witnessed everything.

I see.

So you'd see an innocent man
tarred and feathered?

Or killed?

That man was printing pamphlets

preaching reconciliation
with Mother England,

which threatens our cause.

Mr. Simms
owns a printing press.

It's his right to print
whatever he pleases.

I came here tonight
because I believed

I'd be among men
who understood that,

even if they disagreed,

men who are not afraid to hear
another man's opinion spoken

because they prize that freedom

and have faith it will serve
the greater good in time.

But maybe I was wrong
to think so.

Maybe there is
no common decency.

Common decency, Mr. Fraser?

Aye.

If it truly is to be common
to all men,

it must begin with us.

You call yourselves
"Sons of Liberty"?

Is it liberty when a man
is cowed into silence

or threatened into submission?

Is it liberty if his property
is taken from him?

How do I know we can trust you?

I came here to warn you.

Very shortly,
there'll be soldiers

coming through that door
hoping to make arrests.

How do you know this?

Tell the men to leave.
Do it now.

And unlock the door.

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Evening, gentlemen.

State your name, sir.

James Fraser.
I'm a guest here at the inn.

I invited my companions
for a wee bit

of late-night billiards.

Care to join us?

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Hi.

Well, I checked in on Lizzie.

She's doing much better.

- 'Tis no surprise.
- Hi.

Josiah and Kezzie Beardsley
have been tending to her

like a little lost lamb.

I dinna believe you.

What?

Have I not been
a sister to you?

Yes, of course you have.

And you hear all those bairns

out running about?

And you dinna think I ken
when a woman is with child?

Were you gonna let me leave
to New Bern without telling me?

No, of course not.

No. I only just told Roger.

-Oh.
-But don't let on to Mama.

I want to tell her
myself in time.

Mm.

I know what it is
to want to see

that look on Claire's face.

Tell her the news
of a wee blessing.

Believe me.

No one can take that
away from you.

Thanks.

And believe me, the last time
I gave her that kind of news,

it wasn't exactly under
the best of circumstances.

Yeah, but your husband's
with you now.

Yeah.

-But my sister's leaving.
-Oh.

Not for a wee while.
And it's not forever.

This one won't even
get to meet his new cousin.

Aye, he will.

They'll be making mischief
together.

I'm sure of it.

♪ ♪

So much change
in the wind.

When there's war afoot,
Sassenach...

men take to the roads.

Let's go home.

What is it?

Nothing.

Must just have been the wind.

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