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Previously...

You found your penicillin.

No woman
speaks to me like that.

What have you done?

Stop!

Roger, you spoke.

Whether you are there to hear
or even if my voice isn't able,

I will always sing for you.

My husband's whisky venture,
that's barely breaking even.

But a partner
with the right connections?

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

purveyor of the finest whisky
in the Carolinas.

Yer 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.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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? ♪

Well, the heartbeat
sounds strong.

And baby's
in a perfect position.

Any day now.

Though after two,

you could probably deliver
this baby all by yourself.

Maybe.

It does make me feel better
that you'll be here.

Not so much
as my physician,

but to share it with me,
as a...

As my ma.

Time's 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?

Ah. Something stung me.

Mmm.
Nasty sting you got there.

Want me to blow on it?

You are a sadist.

You must get it
from your father.

Shit.

Mmm-mmm.

What's this new word?

Must have got that
from his father.

- Breakfast?
- Mmm.

Yes, please. Eggs, please.

And I think Jemmy should go
and see Lizzie after breakfast.

Bree! Roger Mac,
yer there?

Where else would we be?

Coming.

Move yerselves.

No.

- Come in.
- No time to be lazing about.

Josiah's seen signs of game
west of the Ridge.

Uh... Meat is meat.

See us through the winter.

I 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 you're willing,
Roger Mac.

I need able-bodied men,

and able-bodied you are.

I'll wait outside.

- There!
- You're very good, lad.

'Tis no elk. They have
very tall antlers.

How will it be, Colonel?

The wind's blowing
from the west.

We'll make our way down
the bottom of the slope,

so they willna catch
our scent.

Spread out.

Roger Mac and I'll come from
behind and drive them towards you.

We'll take what we can.

Bring the horses.
Do what you must.

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

Very good.

Ugh.

I'm no great tracker, but I've
stepped in enough of these to know

a cowpat 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.

Still warm.

Oh, my God.

Go. I must reload.

A snake.

The bugger bit me
on the leg.

Come and sit down.
Let's have a look.

Where is it?

I think it's venomous.

I 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!

Enough! You'll drain me dry.

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

Uh, there's no sign
of anyone. Can you walk?

Go find the others.

'Tis a good day for dyeing.

I hope you mean
the cloth, Lizzie.

- You sound so ominous.
- Aye.

Did you always know that
you wanted to be a doctor?

Ah.

I never really allowed myself
to dream of such a career.

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

You know, being a nurse, that was about
as much as I could have hoped for.

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

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.

Just made me think about how
I can't apply my calling here.

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.

Whatever it is
they call that here,

you just have to find
a way to be that.

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.

A 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.
He 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 you?

Well.

- Well enough.
- Are you sure?

I've pins and needles
in my fingers

and my lips are numb.

Is it usual, do you ken?

Have you been drinking too much whisky?

No. I thought
I might need that more later.

What would they do in your time?
For a snake bite?

They'd inject you with
something called anti-venom.

A venom to battle the venom?

In a way, aye.

Here.

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

- Roger?
- I'm here.

Do you ken the last rites?

No.

You won't be needing them anyway.
You're not going to die.

We both read that obituary.

Aye. I am to burn in a fire,

but I feel 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.

You must kill Stephen Bonnet.

If I canna, you must do it.

He is alive.

I know.

Brianna overheard you and Lord
John talking at the wedding.

There's a man...

Philip Wylie,
indebted to me,

and he's arranged for Bonnet
to smuggle my whisky

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.

You must.

If I canna do it, you must.

Claire told me
yer father, Jeremiah,

fought in a second great war.

You would have, too,
if you'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 hadn't have done that...

But you did.

And it's done.
You 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 you are a university professor.

Or so everyone
keeps telling me.

If I am to die tonight,
Roger Mac,

promise me you'll look after
Claire and the Ridge.

Nonsense.

We don't have to worry about any of
this because you're going to live.

It's a dangerous path
to go down, vengeance.

Jocasta bequeathed
River Run to your 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 your son as his own.

He'll have witnesses
from the tavern.

Bree was willing and 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 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.

You're here because
of your 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 you'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.

What is this,
the bed of Procrustes?

It could be worse.
Could be Charon's boat.

If I go to hell,

I'm glad
you're coming with me.

Well, thankfully, you havena
lost your sense of humor.

I'm not even sure
what direction I'm going.

Stop.

What's wrong?

Nothing that's
not already wrong.

Look up, Roger Mac.

The wind's blowing
from the west.

Follow it home.

If I die, Claire must leave.

You send her. Make her go.

You should all go,

if the bairn can pass
through the stones.

It's not safe here.
Here, without me.

Tell Bree I'm glad of her.

Give my sword to the bairn.

Tell Claire...

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!

- Roger!
- Hello!

Over here!

Over here!

Uncle Jamie!

Roger!

Here. Come on!

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

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 you
don't have snakes in your time.

Yes, but you wouldn't usually
call a surgeon about a snake bite.

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 you did
to Leith Farrish?

You look 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? Do you have
something you 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 you cut it out?
- No.

The venom's in his blood.
Now his body'll 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! Your needle be broken.

Roger said that 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 any of the men
take a buffalo?

I ken I shot one.

No. They came back
empty-handed.

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.

Good.

I've had enough of your
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.

Feeling any better?

Thought I was, but now,
I'm not so sure.

Why?

It's only...

when you scold me like a magpie
I ken I'm gonna be all right.

And when
you're tender as milk...

You havena called me
any wicked names

or uttered any words of reproach
since I came home, Sassenach.

Does this mean
you think I'm dying?

Fine. You fool,
stepping on a snake.

Why didn't you look
where you were going?

Yeah, not while chasing a
thousand-weight of meat downhill.

You scared
the hell out of me.

You think
I wasna frightened, too?

You're not allowed.

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

And right now,
it's my turn.

What on Earth
are you doing up?

I ken what you're thinking,
and I willna have it.

I'm not going to 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.

Your word.

- My what?
- Your word.

I may be fevered and lose my wits.
Now if you take my leg,

I'll be in no state
to stop it.

If you're in that state,
then I won't have a choice.

Perhaps you won't,
but I do.

And I've made it.

Nothing.

I'm looking
for dead rabbits.

Hey, you did everything
you could.

Come here.

I was hoping that if I got
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.

Your da thinks Bonnet could have the
right to take Jemmy away from us.

He attacked me.

And people of this time
see the child as proof that...

That you were
a willing participant.

Because God would not 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 hand-fasted.

There were a hundred witnesses at
our wedding, after Jemmy was born.

Possession is nine-tenths
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!

Oh, here we go.

Oh! Dinna fash, baby!

Aye, we'll go in, in a second,
once I've got these in.

Here we...

Mommy.

Mom...

Hey! Here! Here!
Come over here.

Here, here, here.

Come on, this way.
Come here. Here. Here!

Come on. Here. Come on. Here.

Come on. Follow me.

Here. Over here.
Come on. Come.

Come on! This way,
come on. Come on.

Come on, come on!

Bree!

Oh.

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.

Aye, the wee suckers
won't hurt.

They'll tickle
something fierce, mind.

He's a great comfort,

that Roger Mac.

Hmm.

Be honest.

His body is 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?

What 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 on.

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 will I be
with only one leg?

Did you ever say that
to my father? Or to Fergus?

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

And what difference
does that make?

He and your 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 you.

But you'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 going to go
and see about a thing.

I had to move, Sassenach,

because I willna have you

sleep in the surgery
or on the floor.

You'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 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
may 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 doesnae want to lose his leg.

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

that can happen to a man and...

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?

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.

Sleep beside me.

I'm here.

How do you feel?

Like a pile of moldy tripe.

With maggots.

You'd laugh on your death bed,
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.

Cold.

Sassenach.

Touch me.

Touch me before I sleep.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie!

No, no, no.
You stay with me.

No. No.

Here. I'm here.

No, don't leave me.

You're not leaving me.

Stay with me.

I'm right here.

That's it. Yeah.

You gave me your word.

Now I'm giving it back.

When the time comes,
you 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.

Got that?

Now this one,
you can pick it up.

Touch it. This.

This one, pick it up.

- Pick it up.
- Fergus.

- It's good, huh?
- Fergus!

What is it?

- I'll go fetch milady.
- There's no time.

Oh, this one's not waiting.

Oh, you'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 didnae
mean what I said to you before.

Aye, you did. You meant it.

You were right to say it.

It's all right.

I'm ready...

I suppose.

If you're inclined to pray,

right 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 Felicity.

It's beautiful.

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

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

I didn't think
you'd be one to gloat...

Professor.

I wasn't gonna pass up
this opportunity.

I may never
get another one.

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.

It wouldn't have
taken much effort.

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

and the fever faded from both,
body and mind, leaving the mind clear,

I saw...

Saw what?

It wasn't 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 in that moment,

I had a choice.

Go forward,

or turn back.

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

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

So why did
you choose to stay?

Because you need me.

Not because you love me?

Whether I'm dead, or you...

whether we're together
or apart...

I will always love you.

And 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.

Whatever the reason...

James Fraser,
you made the wise choice.