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Previously...

Duncan Innes
has proposed marriage.

I have yet to give him
my answer.

I'll not stand in the way
of your happiness.

You will escort Claire home.

What about the militia?

I made you a captain without time
to teach you what the word meant.

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

He doesn't respect me, Bree.

I've told Gerald Forbes

to draw up a will, leaving River Run
and all its contents to Jeremiah.

Mrs. Fraser, I'd like to
introduce you to Mr. Wylie.

- Who's Dr. Rawlings?
- Me.

It is no longer safe
for you to remain here.

I know you stay because of
the vow you made to my mother.

And to me.

I release you from it.

Be hard to find.

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ Is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Hyah!

There are dragoons ahead!

Halt!

Make yourselves known.

Thank goodness.

Oh, you are a welcome sight,
Lieutenant.

We're making our way as far
as possible from Culloden.

Whom do I address, sir?

Of course,
where are my manners?

I am Samuel Torrington.

My wife and daughter
are inside.

Will you have them step out?

By order of
the Duke of Cumberland,

we are to search every
conveyance on these roads.

Very wise precaution.

My dears.

Not a word.

It's empty, sir.

Very well.
You should be on your way.

Allow me, miss.

Have you a destination, sir?

To the border,
across to Carlisle.

My brother has an estate.

You'll be far
from the fighting there.

Good day, sir.
Travel safely.

Thank you.
God save the king.

And which king
would that be?

Lieutenant, gold with the
King of France's mark on it.

Must be intended
for Charles Stuart.

We've found ourselves
some Jacobite traitors.

Hector.

Sir, lower your weapon.

Papa!

Morna...

Morna. Morna?

Morna?

Morna?

Sweetheart?

- She's dead.
- No.

- You canna help her.
- No. No.

We must go!

No.

- Jocasta, come.
- Hector, we cannae leave her.

Morna!

Drive on!

Hyah!

Morna... Morna...

Morna!

- -
Do you have a moment, ma'am?

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Innes.

Sorry to disturb you.

Margaret, Abigail,
you may leave us.

- I ken the wedding's tomorrow,
but, um... -

I wanted to give you this.

- Is that lavender I smell?
- Aye.

To soothe your nerves, perhaps.

I ken a bride has much
on her mind.

Flowers and frocks
and ribbons to choose.

It's the MacKenzie motto.

"I shine, not burn."

A wee token of my affection.

I ken perhaps, that you dinnae
burn with passion for me, but...

The name "Innes"
comes from the Gaelic,

an island formed by
two branches of a stream.

- And, in time,
I hope that we might... -Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Innes.
It is most kind.

Pardon me, mistress.

Ulysses.

Your nephew and Mr. Forbes
are waiting for you downstairs.

Ah. Indeed.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Do you really think I canna feel the
look you were giving that poor man?

I only want you
to be happy.

Happiness doesn't
come in to it.

In time, Mr. Innes
may afford me a wee bit of...

peace.

My apologies, gentlemen.

No need
to apologize, Auntie.

We've come to River Run
for celebrations in your honor.

Take as long as you please.

Well, thank you.

How generous
you are, Mistress Cameron.

I'm sure Brianna
must be sensible

of the kind attention you
have bestowed upon her son.

But, uh, you're sure Mr. Innes
understands what this means?

Mr. Innes
has graciously agreed

to allow me to serve
as Guardian of River Run

until Jeremiah comes of age.

We have no children,
after all.

Shall we begin?

And the colonel as witness?

There we have it.

River Run has a new master.

And in his absence,
I should attend to my guests.

You'll excuse me.

Mistress.

Come, now, laddie, just a wee sniffle.
It's not so bad.

Ugh.

What I wouldn't give
for a box of tissues.

- Yeah, or some baby aspirin.
- Hmm.

Here.

Well, I suppose it wouldn't
make much difference.

How is it that 200 years from
now, we have a man on the Moon,

but still no cure
for the bloody common cold?

You could've gone to
the wedding, you know.

I can handle a kid
with a cold.

I know.

But I wanted to help.

Jocasta insulted you
at our wedding,

so you thought you'd insult
her by not going to hers.

Well, two birds
with one stone.

Hmm?

Adso has brought us a gift.

What's this?

I don't think
that's a gift from Adso.

And I hope it's not a gift
from the gods.

That should be Murtagh
by Jocasta's side.

Instead, here I am, rubbing shoulders
with the very devils who'd see him dead.

You can't be so hard
on yourself.

You asked him to wait.

If Murtagh isn't
here today, then...

it's his own choice.

Come on.

Let's try and enjoy the day,

for Jocasta's sake.

Aye.

Excuse me.

I had no idea you were
such a good dancer.

Tell the truth,
I'm not certain I am.

I think I must have danced with
every girl in the province.

All of them hoping to secure
an advantageous match

with Lord John Grey,
no doubt.

Ah,
it is the social event of the year.

I'd wager there's not a single
young lady in North Carolina

who'd forfeit a chance to be
worshipped in Cupid's Grove tonight.

Speaking of never missing a
chance to be worshipped...

Naturally.

Ah, Lord John Grey, Colonel Fraser.
This is an advantageous meeting.

- Good day.
- Your Excellency.

Mistress Fraser,
delighted to see you again.

Your Excellency.

- Mistress Tryon.
- "Her Excellency..."

if you don't mind.

My apologies.

Pay him no mind,
Mistress Fraser.

I usually insist upon the
title as a reminder to him.

And just as he's finally
begun introducing me this way

to the good people of North
Carolina, we're leaving for New York.

- Typical.
- New York?

May I introduce the Honorable
Judge Martin Atticus?

Your servant, sir.

I swear if I had my
gloves, I would throw one down,

then we would see
who had any sense

of good old-fashioned honor.

- Good Lord. Who is that man?
- Quincy Arbuckle, Your Excellency.

Always at least one self-righteous
pillock at a wedding.

I'm quite surprised by
your language, Your Honor,

but can't say I disagree.

And what's worse is,
I'm certain I attract them.

The moment anyone discovers
that I'm a judge,

suddenly everyone in the
vicinity is a moral philosopher,

or expert in matters of law.

Well, my most recent
legislative victory

was a stroke of genius,
if I may say so.

Indeed.

We are fortunate to have a
governor so wise and merciful

to offer pardons
to these dishonorable men.

Oh, my. News does travel slow
in the backcountry.

Well, you have
a fellow Scotsman,

Samuel Johnston,
to thank for proposing it.

An act for preventing
tumultuous and riotous assembly.

Prohibiting ten men or more from
gathering under certain circumstances.

The reasoning being, if men cannot
gather, they cannot conspire.

Yes, exactly.

If only I'd thought to do
such a thing sooner,

then Lieutenant Knox
might be with us still.

Good heavens,
Your Excellency.

Am I to be forever reminding
you of proper etiquette?

Very sad, indeed.

Terribly so, but not an appropriate
conversation for such an auspicious day.

Quite right.

Come, let's leave the men to
their morbid talk of politics.

Let's.

I hear there's a game of high-stakes
whist taking place later.

I find it very beguiling watching
men gamble away their fortunes.

The swarm is
gonna be here in a day!

Aye. The crop will be crawling with
the devils if we wait any longer.

We should burn Mr. Fraser's
field and be done with it.

Gentlemen,
please, if I may...

Fire!

That got everyone's attention.

That panic you felt
in your chest, that terror,

instinct to protect yourselves
from danger.

Now, imagine if there
really was a fire.

But we'd be rid of the buggers.

Perhaps,
until more come along.

But you'd be ridding yourselves
of a lot more as well.

One shift of the wind and your
homes could be reduced to ashes.

Are you willing to
take that chance, Mr. Lindsay?

I wish Colonel Fraser was here.
He'd have an answer for this.

Colonel Fraser
is ten days' ride away.

So, what is it you propose
we do, Captain MacKenzie?

No answer.

I'm not saddened by leaving
the palace at New Bern.

The building has certain
elegant amenities,

but I've never felt
comfortable there.

My God,
is that Philip Wylie?

You know him?

It's hard to tell
under all that powder,

- but, yes, I met him at a dinner
in Wilmington. -

- Though... I found him rather...
- Persistent?

I was going
to say "annoying."

Ever since he returned from Paris,
he's become an insufferable dandy.

Not to mention a rake.

Mmm.

Rumor has it,
he's in an obscene amount of debt

after losing his fortune to gambling
and in houses of ill repute.

Well, he's coming towards us.

Towards you.

But perhaps,
I can distract him for you.

I'm the wife of a politician,
after all.

It's a particular talent
of mine.

You should've seen
the look on Robert's face

when I told him
that there were certain times

during the month from now on,
when he would be...

sleeping in the guest chamber.

- And he agreed to it?
- Well, what could he say?

There it was, written in plain ink,
the words of this Rawlings physician.

He was cursing the day
that women were taught to read.

Don't you think it
a little sacrilegious?

A child
is a divine blessing.

If it's God's will,

what sort of woman would willingly
prevent herself from bearing one?

Perhaps, the sort of woman who
doesn't have the means to provide

for an infinite number
of blessings.

If you'll excuse me.

Oh! Well, Mistress Fraser!

Mr. Wylie!

Deuced clumsy of me. May I fetch you
something to restore your spirits?

No, thank you.

How very good to see you.

I assure you, madam,
the pleasure is entirely mine.

Well, you are
looking well, sir.

Fortune has smiled
upon me this year.

The trade with England
has quite recovered,

may the gods be thanked.

And I've had my share of it,
and more besides.

May I, likewise,
observe how becoming you look.

As always, you're a most welcome
ornament to this humble affair.

Excuse me, Mr. Wylie.

Mistress Fraser's aunt
is in need of her opinion,

and we simply cannot
keep a bride waiting.

Mr. Wylie.

Forgive my tardy intervention.

You're doing
the best you can.

Tell that to Evan Lindsay
or Ronnie Sinclair.

- They're afraid.
- So they should be.

If the locusts
swarm their farms,

their families will be starved
come winter.

- If your father were here...
- Hey.

What would he be able
to do any differently?

I wish I knew.

I'm done trying
to outthink him.

Funny how certain things
stick in your brain.

Locusts and smoke.

Aye.

A story my father read to me
when I was a boy. It's just...

It's coming back to me, now.

Something about a plague of locusts
somewhere in the American West...

I hope there's more.

They used smoke
to drive them away.

Before they could land.

You think that'd work?

So many stories
are based on fact.

Think of all the great writers.
So much truth in fiction.

It could work.

We could set fires around
the fields using green wood,

and when the main swarm comes,
it'll be so much smoke, they won't land.

I mean, we'd lose
some of the crop,

there's no helping that, but if
we can ward off the rest...

That could work.

It could work.

We just have to create enough
smoke to cover the fields.

Hanged? I thought you said
the Riot Act outlaws assembly?

It does.

It also permits me to indict any man
who is seen at the Hillsborough riots.

Or any past riot.

Think of it
as delayed justice.

I mean, these men should have
been arrested months ago.

And if they refuse to submit
themselves to the king's justice?

Then I've given the sheriffs leave
to discipline any man who resists.

As I said to you when you first
arrived on these shores, Mr. Fraser,

- there is the law... -And
then there is what is done.

I'm glad you think so.

But I'm curious.

Why do this now?

Your wife mentioned
you were bound for New York.

Yes, I begged her to exercise discretion
until it was made certain, but, um...

Been offered
the governorship there.

I mean, there's a few minor
formalities that need to be observed,

but I have friends who have
assured me it's a fait accompli.

Hmm.

And I take it these friends ken the
troubles we have with the Regulators.

You know, when I first took
office in North Carolina,

my wife wept for a week.

I shared many of her
reservations, and yet,

I must admit, I have grown
quite fond of the place.

Timely delivering chaos.

Legacy of lawlessness.

Some of these men
are savage at times,

but they're not
entirely godless.

A legacy of mercy
would be...

And they shall have mercy,
if they choose it.

Best of both worlds.

Heaven or Hell.

Ugh.

Here's two more.

Thanks.

- Are you filling those
pots with... -Shite, aye.

I'm using it
to stave off insects.

And there I was thinking
it usually attracted them.

No, I'm making smudge pots.

They've been used
for centuries.

Oil and dung goes in here.

We don't have crude oil, obviously,
so we're using goose fat.

When the pot's heated, smoke will
pour out the top like a wee chimney.

If we place enough of them
out in the field,

it should be enough to cover
what the green fires can't reach.

Very impressive,
Professor MacKenzie.

Aye. The only problem is
I don't know how we're gonna

push the smoke from the fire
pits out over the field.

The wind's picking up.

Yeah, but who knows what it'll
be like by the time we're ready?

I have an idea for that.

Here, I'll handle this.
You keep shoveling your shit.

Abigail? Have you
seen my husband?

No, mistress.
Shall I look for him?

No. No, thank you.
Don't worry.

Chantilly lace,

a favorite of the mistress of King
Louis of France, Madame du Barry.

My humble gift to
the soon-to-be Jocasta Innes.

- Lovely.
- Pity.

It would look
far lovelier on you.

Oh, I'm afraid such things
are hard to come by.

The excise duties
are quite inconvenient.

That is, unless you know
the right people.

As I was saying, fine lace is of little
use to me out in the backcountry.

And as I was saying,
if you knew the right people,

you wouldn't be languishing
in the backcountry.

You'd be enjoying
the finer things in life.

I can procure you whatever you
wish, whatever your heart desires.

I know an Irish sea-faring gentleman who
does business in the port of Wilmington.

You mean a smuggler?

Why, Mistress Fraser,
you wound me.

Do you take me
for a common thief?

I only meant to imply
that I have certain friends

who are in the business of
acquiring rare and exquisite things.

Mr. Wylie...

I have something that may
be of interest to you.

Mmm.

Oh, it's absolutely sinful.

My husband makes it.

Which one is he, pray tell?

Silver or gold?

Silver.

The gold is...

from my late husband.

My sympathies.

Do you mean to say
that Mr. Fraser permits you

to wear another man's token
so near his own?

My husband
is a very under...

Clearly an extraordinary man.

May I ask when he died,
your first husband, I mean?

A lifetime ago.

He must have been quite the man to inspire
such devotion after all these years.

Yes, he was.

A star fixed in the firmament
of the heart forever.

To love.

Indeed.

Mr. Wylie, I was wondering
if I might ask your advice.

Certainly.
I'm at your service.

On a matter of business.

This man of yours,
this associate.

Well, if he knew of a way

to circumvent certain
financial inconveniences.

Anything you want, name it,
and it's yours.

Well, I was wondering.
My husband's whisky venture,

that's barely breaking even.

But a partner with the right...
connections?

Trust me, Mr. Bonnet
is possessed of...

shall we say,
a notoriously unhappy temper.

He doesn't do
business with people he doesn't know.

Hmm.

Thankfully, we...

I...

would be dealing
only with you.

And of course, there'd be
your share of the profits.

It does pain me to hear
such dull words as "profit"

coming out of
those lovely lips of yours.

Let's not spoil
such a splendid day by

talking of such
tedious matters.

You've shown me
your pride and joy,

now, I want
to show you mine.

Feed these fires.
Line them up.

Good. Just line them up.

See that the rest of those pots are
delivered to Evan Lindsay's field.

- Have your brother help, too.
- Aye, Captain.

Go on.

You know, when your father
left me in charge,

I thought I might have
to mend a fence.

Wrangle the odd runaway cow,
but, no, I get a biblical plague.

I'd like you
to meet Lucas.

- Magnificent.
- Isn't he?

I believe he's a descendant of
Eclipse of the Darley Arabian line.

"Eclipse"?

Of the most famous race horses
who's ever lived.

Aren't you sweet?

"Sweet"?

Strange choice for
such a magnificent creature.

All right, then.
Good-natured and spirited.

And above all, beautiful.

What the...
hell are you doing?

Mistress Fraser!
Claire, you madden me!

You bitch!

Jamie, no.

She plied me with drink

and practically begged me
to take her where she stood!

The woman's
a vile succubus!

- How dare you?
- Stop!

Are you really going to kill
someone at your aunt's wedding?

He's not worth it.

I see you near my wife again,
I will kill you.

- You understand?
- Hmm.

Claire.

What were you thinking?

Spending time alone
with a man like him.

He knows Stephen Bonnet.

What? He told you this?

It turns out
it's a very small world.

That smuggler
he employs in Wilmington...

Wylie's up to his neck
in gambling debts, so I...

I thought, if I could tempt
him with a business deal,

then maybe
he'd set up a meeting.

I had a feeling
it was Stephen Bonnet.

Turns out I was right.

Christ.

You speak of the devil,
and he appears.

You will not believe this.

Lord John told me Bonnet put a
dagger to a man's eyes in Wilmington.

Just goes to show
what kind of man Wylie is.

Now, I've thrown him
in horse shit,

and you've threatened
to kill him.

How're we supposed
to get him back on side?

You say the man
likes to gamble?

So you can work it this way,
and across.

Don't stop!
Keep your fires going!

Fergus?

Back so soon, Mr. Barlow?

I thought you'd had enough.

Oh, it's you.

If you think that's enough
to replace my coat,

you're sorely mistaken.

It was given to me
by the Countess of...

My wife was right.

Yeah.

I canna kill a man
at me auntie's wedding.

So, it seems we'll have
to settle this another way.

If you're referring to the
incident in the stables,

it's as I told you,
I was the perfect gentleman.

Hmm.

Mr. Wylie.

Hmm?

You're acquainted
with the governor's wife?

Mmm. Indeed.

A fine woman.

But, uh,
between you and me...

she's not known
for her discretion.

One word in her ear,

and in a fortnight,
every man, woman, and child

in the province
of North Carolina

will ken what kind of
gentleman you are.

I've no doubt that Her Excellency
thinks me a rake already.

It'll be no news to her.

I'm afraid my reputation
precedes me.

But she hasn't heard the
things I have to say about you.

We settle this now.

One game of whist.

You win, I'll allow you to
leave with your honor intact.

And if I lose?

The stallion.

Lucas.

Oh, you Scots are all alike,
aren't you?

You brutes place far too high
a price on things like pride.

The difference between
you and me, Mr. Fraser,

is given the choice
between pride and gold,

I take gold any day.

Besides, Lucas is worth
ten times this amount.

If you want to play
at this table, Mr. Fraser,

you're going to have to produce
something far more valuable.

Have you lost your mind?

He saw you
wearing it earlier.

I don't ken why, but he says it's the
only thing he'll take for the horse.

Because he saw how much
this ring means to me.

Don't you see? I humiliated him
and this is his idea of revenge.

And what if it is?

If I win this game,
we get the horse.

If we get the horse,
we get to take revenge

on a man much worse
than Philip Wylie.

No. Not this.

Not Frank's ring.

Claire...

Stephen Bonnet...

Stephen Bonnet tried to
rip this out of my throat.

- Or have you forgotten?
- That's why I need you to trust me.

This is our chance to get
the bastard, once and for all.

I will not lose it, Claire.

What if you do?

Who are you doing this for?

- What do you mean?
- Answer the question.

For Bree.
For our daughter.

For her honor?

Or for yours?

If you're going
to take this...

then you might as well
take both of them.

We lost some beans.

The cornfields are saved.

It worked.

Captain MacKenzie?

Mr. Lindsay.

I thought this plan of yours was one
of the most foolish I'd ever heard of.

But I'm indebted to you.

I only lost half an acre.

My family will not go hungry this
winter, thanks to you, Captain.

We all helped.

Maybe when Da returns,
he'll promote you to major.

Christ, I hope not.

What is it?

Mistress, um, a guest
has arrived late.

He, uh, has a gift for you.

I'll not receive any more
visitors today, Ulysses.

Tell him to leave it
downstairs with the others.

Well, that's a right shame,

since I came all the way here
to give it to you myself.

What are you thinking?
Coming here today of all days?

The governor himself
is downstairs.

Lucky for me, I ran into
your man outside, and...

Well, that was before
I could do anything rash.

I, um, felt it wouldn't do,
mistress,

to have a man shot
the night before your wedding.

You're completely mad.
You ken that?

Aye. I suppose
that's part of my charm.

I didn't want to come
empty-handed.

Why have you come?

To ask something of you.

Something I have no right to
ask, but I will, all the same.

Because... I can't face the
rest of my days if I don't.

Will you wait for me?

You ask me now,
the day before I'm to be wed?

You have no love for Duncan Innes.
Any fool can see that.

You might have
informed me of that.

The day I told you he
proposed, you said not a word,

only that you wouldn't stand
in the way of my happiness.

Well, I'm standing in the way of it
now, aren't I?

Christ.

I didn't think
you'd say yes.

- If you'd just listen to me...
- To what end?

You're a wanted man, Murtagh.

Aye, for now.

But to have you by my side,
in spite of everything,

in spite of all
that's happened...

Is that supposed
to convince me?

Is that an opinion?

A reason? A question?
What are you trying to say?

Here.

I told you once
that I wanted a woman

who could hear
in a man's voice

that he meant
all the right things...

even if he hadn't
the right words to say.

I'm sorry.

Why in God's name would you choose
to grow old with a man like Innes?

I've long since
grown old, Murtagh.

You canna fault me for wanting to spend
the time I've left with a good man.

A man whose only cause
will be my happiness.

"Luceo non uro."
Do you ken what it means?

Huh.

"I shine, not burn."

My father told us that

you could place a MacKenzie in
the hottest fires of hell itself,

a fire that would burn
any other man to bones,

but a MacKenzie
would not burn.

No, a MacKenzie
would survive.

The night we lost Culloden...

Hector came
running into the house

with a madness in his eyes
I'd never seen before.

He told us... Me and my
youngest daughter Morna...

Told us to gather up
all we could carry.

We were going to America,
he said. To a better world.

So, we did as he bad us.

And we rode off
in the dead of the night.

We were bound for the
estates of my eldest girls,

Seonag and Clementina,
they had bairns of their own by then.

I kenned well what the Redcoats
would do if they reached them,

drunk as they were
on the blood of Jacobites.

What I didna ken is that Hector
had stolen a case of gold.

Stuart gold...

arrived from France
too late for the battle.

We'd been travelling
till near dawn when...

two dragoons
came upon us and...

She was 16, Morna.
She was so beautiful.

I left her there in the mud,
lying next to strangers.

Her bones will be there,
still on the road, gone to dust,

while I've sat here
for 30 years,

growing old in a palace.

Made from the gold
that took her from me.

Seonag and Clementina
perished in the fires.

I'm so sorry.

Whenever I close
my eyes, I...

I saw it.

Could hear Morna
screaming for me.

Could smell the fires
burning to the north,

calling for the last
of my children.

And when the world
grew dim around me...

I saw it even clearer.

My blindness is
punishment for...

leaving her,
for not looking back.

Hector believed
in the Jacobite cause,

and like you, he believed
he could change the world,

and I lost everything
because of it.

I am not Hector.

Hmm?

I will not risk
your happiness.

- After the war to come...
- There'll be another, and another.

On and on until long after
we're gone from the world.

You once said that you wanted
a woman who truly lived.

Who kenned what life is,
not what she wished it to be.

Well, I ken
what this life is, Murtagh.

And I ken
what sort of man you are.

What sort of man is that?

A sort of man who'll lose
everything for what he believes in.

The sort of man I swore I would
never give my heart to again.

Please...

Go.

I must rest for tomorrow.

I love you,
Jocasta MacKenzie.

This world may change...

but that will never change.

I only wish I'd been
brave enough to say it sooner.

I hope you're worth it.

I've been looking for you.

You're drunk.

Had cause to celebrate.

I didn't think there was anything else
Stephen Bonnet could take from us.

But you almost
let him take those.

Bonnet had nothing
to do with this.

You're condemning me for wanting to
make Wylie pay for what he did to you.

No, I'm condemning you
for letting your hatred

of Bonnet and Wylie
come between us.

You let him use your
Scottish pride against you.

My pride?

What about yours?

You say and do what you like,
no matter the consequences.

You think too much
from your own time.

I don't need you to tell me
how to behave, thank you.

But sometimes,
you need reminding.

You're a woman
like no other, Sassenach.

But don't forget,
you're still a woman.

Look... Look down.

Now watch as I take you.

Watch down there.

Hmm.

You don't hate me for
coming after you like a...

raving beast?

No.

Actually, I quite liked that part.

Though, I think I have
a rather nasty bruise.

Wish I had seen the look
on Wylie's face when he lost.

The man was almost in tears.

Till I told him I'd trade him the
beast for a whisky partnership.

And an introduction to the best
smuggler in North Carolina.

Aye.

Mr. Bonnet'll be personally
meeting Mr. Alexander Malcolm,

purveyor of the finest whisky
in the Carolinas.

And I thought Mr. Malcolm's
smuggling days were well over.

Hmm.

Believe me, so did I.

We have him.

That bastard will finally pay
for what he's done.

You're right, Claire.

I'm not doing this
for Bree...

I'm doing it because

I wanna see the monster
that hurt our daughter dead.

For no other reason,
but I need to see it done.

Is that so wrong?

No.

Promise me, Jamie.

Promise me that Stephen Bonnet will
never take another thing from us again.

I promise.

I promise with knee down...

That these rings will never
leave your hands again.

I swear it.

Is this what the gentlemen
of America are drinking?

I'm afraid they don't serve ale
at the coffeehouse.

And what makes you think
I prefer ale?

No, I was just...

I meant nothing by it,
Mr. Bonnet.

I thank you for coming.
I know you're a busy man.

I've come from River Run,
and the wedding of Jocasta Cameron.

Cameron?

- Kin to James Fraser?
- The very same.

Mistress Innes now,
of course.

Well, you must give the old bat
my heartfelt congratulations.

Well, as a matter of fact,
it appears you're to be congratulated.

Your son is now
the proud owner of River Run.

Your Excellency.

Received some rather
regrettable news.

It's a shame after
such a lovely celebration,

but it's the way
of the world, unfortunately.

Do you know how many Regulators submitted
themselves to the mercy of the courts?

Not one. Not one man.

I had hoped
it wouldn't come to this,

but it seems we're gonna
have our war after all.

I've arranged for a convoy of munitions
to be delivered to General Waddell.

As soon as he is in receipt of those,
he will meet with me in Hillsborough.

You're to gather your men and then
find us there within the fortnight.

Oh, and you're free to enjoy
this evening's festivities.

Don't worry, Colonel, I'm sure
it'll be a very quick fight.

Aye. When the Regulators
are disorganized...

then we prepare for war
against the Crown.