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Previously...

It is said that one who
possesses the stone...

...has the power to see
how my people's story will end,

and that Otter Tooth's ghost
walks with whoever carries it.

As much as I love
all of you being here...

it's safer in the future.

Brianna and I can't go back

until we know whether Jemmy
can hear those Stones.

As soon we know
if Jemmy can travel,

we'll use Bonnet's gem
to leave.

As you said,
it's our ticket home.

So, if you
have come recruitin',

you could not have found any
better men in all of Carolinas.

We'll ride
to Hillsborough with you.

I hope you didn't waste any
good medicine on that coward.

Powder burns were on his back,

so, whoever shot him,
shot him at close range.

No woman
speaks to me like that.

You can't give away my money!

What's in those
burlap bags, huh?

I dinnae recall buying
those in Woolam's Creek.

Peanuts.

- Peanuts.
- Mmm-hmm.

Why? The pigs
dinnae want for slops.

Or do you mean to make medicine
out of them, Sassenach?

No. Sandwiches.

I haven't quite mastered
ice cream yet,

but I'll be damned
if Jemmy grows up

without tasting peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches.

Claire?

Dead.

Aye, they all are.

Why are they all
in the house?

Why didn't they run outside
when the fire started?

It's a bit strange.

Because they were all dead
before the fire started.

I cannae tell what killed them.

There's another one over here.

I can tell you
how this one died.

- Indians?
- Yeah, it could be.

Seems unusual.

Only one arrow.

Let's all take a look about.

See if anyone got away,
or is hidin' in the woods.

Anyone there?

Is there anybody out there?

Oh, God.

Hello.

Is anyone there?
Do not be afraid!

Is anyone out there?

It's safe now!

We're here to help!

- Jamie...
- Anyone?

No.

No, I'll do it.

It's gonna be
all right, sweetheart.

"Thou goest home this night...

to thy home of autumn,
and of spring, and of summer.

Thou goest home this night
to thy perpetual home...

to thine eternal bed...

to thine eternal slumber."

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Do you remember

when I left to go back
through the Stones,

you made me peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches

- to sustain me on my travels?
- Mmm-hmm.

Just wanted to make sure
you had one last piece of home,

wherever you ended up.

Can you take it?

I bet you can't take it.
I bet you can't. Ah?

They were the most delicious
things I have ever tasted.

I'm glad.

Ouch!

It's hot.

It's hot, huh?

Do you want it?

- No!
- No?

But you wanted it a moment ago.

I don't want it anymore.

Did he say it's hot?

- It is really warm.
- No, it's not.

Are you as daft
as your wee lad?

If it's hot,
give it back, baby.

It's broken!

Jemmy!

Did anyone else hear that?

I can hear it!

I dinnae hear anythin'.

Let me see this.

It's warm.

It's very warm.

A second ago,
it was hot enough to crack.

Cold as stone to me.

Roger...

He can travel.

Will you?

Here come the horses!

Yeah.

Come on, Jem. Come with me.

All right, baby,
just lay here for one second. Good boy.

- Well met, Mr. Fraser.
- Aye.

I hope so, Mr. Brown.

I see you brought company.

Mr. Fraser, you came
to me for help...

Now, I have come to you.

Now, since the Crown
is no longer able

to assure the safety
of its colonists,

we must take matters
into our own hands.

Now, we have taken it
upon ourselves

to form a Committee of Safety

to protect the good folk
of Rowan County.

Does the new Governor
ken about this?

Governor Martin
can't officially sanction it...

but he knows.

And he certainly don't want
another uprisin' on his hands.

Now, we have had word
of violent attacks,

cabins burned, families killed.

You have any news of such
goings-on, here at the Ridge?

Aye, we have.

We came across a freshly
burnt cabin a few days ago.

Maybe ten miles
from Woolam's Creek.

The dead appeared to be
a Dutch family.

We laid their bodies to rest.

That wound...

looks like it needs
attending to.

If you come with me
into my surgery,

I'll find some clean
bandages to put on it.

That ain't nothin'.

You go with her, brother.

That wound's festerin'
by the smell of it.

How's little Bonnie doing?

I trust she's thriving
with your niece's family?

She's well enough.

You have a nasty infection.

How long ago did you do this?

A few days.

I know what you think of me,
Mistress Fraser.

You think I shot Morton.

I'm not sayin' I had
a hand in that, but...

But you're not sayin'
you didn't, either.

You think a father's got no right
to seek justice for his daughter

who's been dishonored?

It's gotta be
the work of the savages.

We've seen half a dozen cabins
burnt this month.

It wasn't the Indians.

And what makes you so sure?

For one thing,
no one was scalped.

Even if they had been,

the Indians aren't the
only ones who take scalps.

True. The white man's learned
to take them, too.

Whoever it was,
maybe something scared 'em off.

You have men
that answer to you.

Will you and your
son-in-law join us?

Aye, we have enough men
for two or three patrols.

Corporal Hodgepile there,
commands one group.

You and your men
could form another.

I appreciate the offer,
but there's a great deal to do here.

I'll need time to consider.

You might recall, Colonel,

when you came to me
for men for your militia,

I did not pause to consider.

No, not for long.

And Governor Tryon was grateful
for your timely assistance,

but fightin' a war and
maintaining law and order

are two different things.

Your famous whisky still needs

your constant attention,
I suppose?

Very well, Mr. Fraser.
You think on it.

You all best be vigilant.

We can protect ourselves.

And like I said, Mr. Brown...
I'll consider it.

Mount up!

Do you really think
they'll go, then?

Brianna promised Roger.

Soon as they knew
if Jemmy could travel...

Are we going to talk
about what happened?

There's not much we can say
about the Browns,

they, uh, do as they please.

Not the Browns,
Uncle. The opal.

The Mohawk told us
that Otter Tooth's ghost

appears to the one
who has the stone.

You found the opal.

You said he appeared to you?

Yes.

But I...

The Mohawk think
that the one who has the stone,

has the power to see
what will come to pass.

They asked about you
after you left.

What did you tell them?

Well, the truth.

There isn't anyone
like my Auntie Claire.

And 'tis true, the way you
speak, and medicines...

That you came to Uncle Jamie

so suddenly
after 20 years apart.

And then there's Brianna and
Roger, who came from...

I dinnae ken where.

As I told you once,
I learned not to ask questions,

but I have some for you now.

The Mohawk said that this
belonged to Otter Tooth.

I can understand some,
but it's in Latin.

Does it mean anything to you?

"I am. I still exist.

Did I, in that place between?

I do not know exactly
when I am,

nor can I find out.

These people do not measure
time by any scale I know,

nor do I have the tongue
to find out.

But I know I am too late."

My God.

He wrote with a ballpoint pen.

What's a ballpoint pen?

Who or...

what are you?

Ian...

I come from another time.

Well, I come from the future.

Two-hundred years from now.

I...

I knew you were
a fairy, Auntie.

I'm not a fairy.

Then, you, Roger,
and Brianna...

it's all of you.

And you? You ken
all this time, Uncle?

Not many people
would understand,

so, we kept it
between ourselves.

Does Murtagh ken?

Aye, he did.

And now, so do you.

You can come out.

Mistress. Sir.

Ulysses, how are you?

I am well. Thank you, Mistress.

My only complaint is boredom.

Well,
we brought you some food.

I thought you might
find a use for this, as well.

I've been in places with naught
but my own thoughts for company.

It may distract you for a bit.

Thank you, sir.
My own thoughts are but...

poor company.

There's a new Committee
of Safety roamin' about.

At first, I was afraid

they might come
lookin' for you,

but I dinnae think they heard

about what happened
at River Run.

Now that I'm a murderer.

You had no choice
but to stop Mr. Forbes.

You saved my auntie's life.
Very grateful.

No one will pardon me
for killing a white man,

even to save Mistress Cameron.

Even so...

I would do the same again,
given the chance.

Have you given any thought
to where you might go next?

It would be wise
to leave North Carolina.

Philadelphia, maybe.

The Quakers dinnae
hold with slavery.

In fact, sir, I'm not...

exactly a slave.

What do you mean?

It's a document of manumission.

Signed by
Jocasta Cameron and...

witnessed by Gerald Forbes.

Yes.

That was rather ironic,
I suppose.

So, you've been
a free man all this time.

- Yet...
- My mistress insisted

upon manumitting me
as soon as Mr. Cameron died.

I chose not to leave... her.

Well, he's finally...

asleep.

Sorry.

What do you think caused the
opal to break when Jemmy held it?

There must be something

about time traveling
or time travelers

that triggers that energy.

But it didn't break
with any of us.

Maybe Jem is extra sensitive

because both of his parents
are time travelers.

It might be proof
that he is your biological son.

All I've ever wanted
was for us to be a family...

and for us all to be safe.

And we will be.

Safer, at least.

We don't need the opal.

I have the rubies and the gem
that Bonnet gave you.

Bree...

See, it's not just
the dangers...

it's livin' a life
we were never meant to.

I know.

All right. I guess
we need to figure out

what we're gonna tell people.

We can't just go "poof."

Well, that's exactly
what we will do, isn't it?

- If things go right?
- Yes.

But I don't just wanna
leave my parents

to explain
what's happened to us.

And I wanna be able
to say bye to everyone.

Aye, of course.

I was thinking,
we'd tell people I got a job...

that doesn't require
shootin' or stabbin'.

Up north, somewhere.
Boston, New York.

Boston would be best.
People know I grew up there.

We could tell them you'll be
a university professor.

Which is the truth,
just in a different century.

Aye.

Best to stay as close
to the truth as possible.

Yeah.

We'll leave within the month?

You, uh, have a visitor, sir.

John?

I wasn't expecting you.

- Is everything all right?
- Quite all right.

And William?

He's well.
Still at school in London.

Come, tell me more.

Have Mr. Bug take
his lordship's baggage

up to the guest chamber.

- Guest chamber?
- Aye.

Yeah, we just finished
the upstairs.

You'll be our first guest.

I'm honored.

I heard justice was served
to Mr. Bonnet after all.

It was.

But, uh...

not by my hand.

It was Brianna's wish. He was
sentenced, and the river took him.

I'm sure she will
rest easy now,

knowing she'll never see
his face again.

So, you're really
leavin' then, cousin?

Yes. I wish
things were different,

but they aren't. Things are
going to get worse here, soon.

There's a war coming.

You dinnae have to be a...

whatever you are, to tell that.

Anyone with
half an eye sees it.

I'm happy for you,
if it's truly what you wish.

But have you thought
that maybe if you stayed,

you could change things?

I'm afraid what's coming
is a lot bigger than us.

Auntie...

you told me that
you and Uncle Jamie

thought you might stop
Charles Stuart.

Stop what you kent would be

a terrible slaughter
in the Highlands.

Well, we were able to prevent

some of the men from Lallybroch
dying at Culloden.

But we weren't able to stop

the course of events
and the battle itself.

Ian...

it's complicated.

But there are things,
smaller things,

that someone
might be able to change?

Something much smaller
than a war.

Say...

something between
a man and his wife?

I want to travel
through the Stones.

I'm sorry, but that won't work.

Why not?

We think it's something
you're born with.

The opal,
it didn't feel hot to you,

and that's one of the signs.

And you didn't hear
the buzzing...

Then you take me.

You can travel, Auntie.

Take me with you, and then
you can return here.

I'm sorry.

It's impossible.

Ian, is this something to do
with why you left the Mohawk?

You want to go
back in time because...

You say I can't go.

What difference does it make?

It seems the time has come for
me now to return to England.

- To Helwater.
- Helwater?

It's been a while
since I heard that name.

There's some news, I'm afraid.
Lord Dunsany has died.

I must return
to make arrangements

for the care of the estate,
which is now William's.

And the care of Lady Dunsany.
She has no one else.

Will you send her
my condolences, John,

if you think she'll value them?

I know she would.
And I shall tell her when I return.

But having never expected
to be here in the first place,

I'm finding it surprisingly
difficult to leave.

Mount Josiah has been an escape
of sorts from the outside world,

and its complications.

I rather enjoyed
working the land.

Good to get dirt
under your fingernails, hmm?

No doubt you'll miss it.

No doubt there are
great many things

I shall miss about
being here.

But William is
the ninth Earl of Ellesmere.

And when he attains
his majority,

he'll be entirely responsible
for his estates.

He must learn
how to be an earl.

And it is my duty
to prepare him for it.

Do you think you'll return
to Virginia eventually?

I believe, in time, we will.

I can't imagine
William never seeing you again.

But it is evident
that the mood

in the American Colonies
grows darker by the day.

I hope I'm wrong, but...

I feel a storm coming.

I do not think you're wrong.

I brought something for you.

Such a handsome lad.

The older he gets, the more
he looks like his father.

I've asked Brianna
to draw some portraits for us.

Of all of them,
but especially Jemmy.

Something to remember them by.

That's a braw notion,
Sassenach.

I remembered you
for 20 years, mo graidh.

No pictures at all.

But it does help.

Claire?

Hmm...

Your skin's salty.
You've been crying, lass?

No. It's just so hot,
I've been sweating.

I must smell
like the White Sow.

Now, let me see.

Onions.

Garlic.

Mmm.

Something hot.

Peppercorns, aye.

Cloves. Something woody.

Toadstools.

It's not fair. You know exactly
what we had for dinner.

Vinegar, dill.
Pickling cucumbers again?

It's good, I like those.

Now, let me see.

Mmm... Gunpowder.

Mmm-hmm.

Hay, and, uh...

Faintest whiff of manure.

It's very manly.

Your special perfume.

You wanted me,
and I fell asleep

without touchin' you.
I'm sorry, Sassenach.

That's all right.

You were tired.

Could've raised me
from the dead for this.

What on earth
are you doing?

Trust me, mo graidh.

What are you doing, Sassenach?

I'm checking the resolution

on this new lens
Lord John brought me.

There, have a look.

Hmm.

Huh...

- I see 'em.
- Mmm-hmm.

Wee things with tails.
All swimmin' about.

Mmm.

Aren't they marvelous?

Aye, marvelous.

Yeah, busy wee strivers, pushin'
and writhin', and so many of them!

When you told me about germs,

I thought they'd have
wee teeth, but these don't.

I never ken they'd have

such handsomely
thrashing tails.

Well, these particular
little beasts aren't germs.

They're sperms.

- What's that?
- Male reproductive cells.

The thing that makes babies.

- You mean seed?
- Mmm-hmm.

Whose are they?

Well, yours, of course.
Who else's would they be?

How did you get them?

I woke up in custody
of them this morning.

You know, they can live
for up to one week

when they are released
into their proper habitat.

I was coming to see you.

Who's this?

It's your brother.

I, uh...

I told you I was
a prisoner of war.

I worked as a groom

on an English estate
called Helwater.

Well, that's where he was born.

His name is William.

And, aye, your mother
kens all about him.

And who is his mother?

If you don't mind
telling me, I mean.

Aye, I do, but...

I'll tell you, anyway.

She was, a...

a daughter of the estate.

Her name was Geneva Dunsany.

It wasn't a matter of love
between us,

but it was her choice,

and that's all
I'll say about it.

He looks like you.

Aye.

And very much like you.

Where is he now?
I mean, can I see him?

No, he's in London.

He doesnae ken I'm his father,
and he never will.

He is the ninth Earl
of Ellesmere.

If the truth
were ever found out,

his life would be ruined.

The eighth Earl of Ellesmere

was the man
who supposedly sired him,

died when William was born.

As did his mother.

So, old Lord John
married her sister

and they became
Willie's parents.

So, that's the son
Lord John has told me about.

Aye.

But Lord John has been
a father to William

since the lad was
six years old.

I don't know what to say.
I... A brother?

Aye.

Aye. I wanted you
to ken there was

more of your blood in the world
than me and your mother.

Or maybe you could
look for him.

In books. I mean...

He'd be an earl.
Might be easy to find.

Yeah, I will.

When will you leave?

We leave in a week.

After your mother left me
with you in her belly,

I never thought I'd see you,
but I kent you were there.

I was a husband, and a father.
And now, I'm a grandsire.

And even though I may never see
any of you again...

you have made my life whole.

Leaving?

Roger's been offered
a teaching position.

Up north, in Boston.

Boston? That's so far away.

What are your parents
gonna do without you?

What am I gonna do without you
with another bairn coming?

You've become
like a sister to me.

I know.

Leaving everyone is going to be

the hardest thing
I've ever done.

Aye. We'll miss you both.

Come here.

I don't want you
to leave! Don't go.

Me, neither.

- Why do you have to go?
- I know.

I'll miss you.

- Please don't leave.
- Be well.

Come on.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I suppose
I should start sayin'

my goodbyes
to everyone as well,

while they're
all gathered.

I will miss them
and their wee puddin' faces.

I dinnae ken how I'll bear it.

Germain has been a wee angel
of late. Joanie, too.

Bless them.

- Lizzie... -Of course,
I'm lookin' forward to it.

Although, it will be colder
in Boston, will it not?

Lizzie.

We can't take you with us.

Oh...

You'll send for me
in a few weeks, then?

No.

You'll have to stay here,
at Fraser's Ridge.

But...

why?

I was with you
in your darkest time.

When that beast attacked you,
and in the good times as well,

on your wedding day,
and when wee Jemmy was born.

You're the one that saved me.

I'm meant to be
with you, always.

Lizzie, you have
always been there for me

and I am so grateful,

but I need someone
to stay here

and look out
for my parents for me.

They need someone like you
to take care of 'em.

Of course I will.
If that's what you wish.

Lizzie, please.
Please don't cry.

I am really trying to be brave.

You are brave.

You're one
of the bravest I know.

I'll never forget you.

I'll never forget you, either.

Fraser!

Mr. Brown.

My brother sent me to tell you,

the Committee of Safety
are gatherin' in a week.

He wants an answer.

Are you and your men with us?

Tell your brother
I've considered.

With respect, I have to
decline his invitation.

I've spent the last year
serving the Crown.

It's time to serve my family.

I wish you the best of luck,
Mr. Brown.

Richard will not be best pleased
to hear that, Mr. Fraser.

I'm sorry. It's my final word.

I, um...

My wife. I brought my wife
to see Mistress Fraser.

She's in need of a healer.

Of course.
She's in her surgery.

Please.

So, how long have
you two been married?

Almost a year, now.

Your wrist is broken.
How did this happen?

These kind of injuries
usually happen with a fall,

or if the wrist
has been twisted.

Just mend it.
Like you mended me.

Marsali, can you
get me the splints

and some strips of bandage
and the Balm of Gilead?

I'm going to wrap the wrist,
so the bone can't move.

Now, you have to try
not to use your arm too much.

Lionel, could you ask
my husband for some whisky?

I need to make a tonic
for your wife.

For the pain.

I don't know
how I'll chop wood

and do the washin'
with one hand.

My husband expects
the chores to be done.

Well, maybe your husband
could help you with the chores.

Does he get very angry
if they're not done?

Of course.
What husband wouldn't?

I have seen your husband's anger.
It can be quite frightening.

He hasn't been himself
since his Alicia's gone off.

He gets sad and he drinks.

He wants another babe to raise.

And do you?

Do you want children, Rose?

It's my duty, isn't it?

He's a good man.

A good man wouldn't hurt you.

It was my own fault, you see,
because I wouldn't...

I wouldn't lie with him.

I don't mind
what he does to me,

but if he was cruel
to a babe...

Dr. Rawlings...

says that if you don't lie with a
man two weeks before your courses,

then you won't come
to be with child.

Said so in the newspaper.
My mother taught me to read.

- Everything well in here?
- Very well, indeed.

Mistress Fraser's
almost finished.

Mmm-hmm.

All right, come on.

I'm obliged to you.

You needn't bother
with your tonic.

Take care, Rose.

I want to, uh...

Brianna and I
want to ask a favor of you.

Aye, of course.
Whatever it is.

Will you come with us?
To the Stone Circle, I mean.

Someone will need to bring
the wagon and horses home,

and we don't want
Jamie and Claire to do it.

Why not?

Brianna's afraid
that if her parents are there,

she might not find
the courage to leave them.

I'll come with you.

Thank you.

I want you to have this.

For everything
that you've done to help us.

I cannae accept your land.

Then look after it for me.

And do with it what you will.

I hope you find happiness.

Your father tells me you and
Roger are going to Boston.

Yes.

And I've just learned something

that's gonna make it
even harder to leave.

I have a brother.

Oh...

So, he's told you.

I'm glad.

He's very much like you.

And both of you are
very much like your father,

both in appearance
and disposition.

So, William has
a temper, too, then?

Yes. Yes, he does.

But he possesses your kindness
and courage. Jamie's, as well.

I can never tell him
about you.

I wish I could.

But...

I know.

My father explained.

Well, life is long.
Perhaps, someday.

Perhaps.

I'll be leaving myself,
in two days' time.

With my new manservant.

- Your manservant?
- Ulysses.

Taking him to England with you?

He can travel safely
in the guise of my servant.

When he sets foot on a British
ship, he'll be a free man.

It's a good idea.

Your father thought of it.

He reminded me that
I might need someone

to play chess with
on the long voyage to London.

I have heard that you're
quite the master at chess.

And a wonderful father.

My brother's lucky
to have you in his life,

and so am I.

You really are
impossible not to like.

I never had grandparents.

Neither did I...

nor even parents,
to begin with.

Mama.

Now, well,
I thought before dinner,

we could have the future's
answer to journey cake.

Peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches.

Very tasty, but, uh...

are you sure it's to be eaten?

You could seal letters and mend
your boots with it as well.

To home. To family.

Great health.

Thought I might find you here.

It's only been two weeks.

It feels like they've been gone
for an eternity.

Aye.

If Roger was right, they should be
reaching the Stone Circle about now.

We started our life
on the Ridge in this cabin.

Now, it's just
you and me again.

We're not alone, Sassenach.

- She's so talented.
- Aye.

Maybe in the future,
she can finally be an engineer.

Are you ready?

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

- I'm ready for it.
- As we'll ever be.

Each strand of this rope
is delicate and fragile.

But braided together,
it's strong. And it'll hold us.

Let's hope so.

Ian, thank you for everything
you've done for us.

Take care of my parents.

I love you.

I love you, too, cousin.

Jem, baby, come on.

Hold it tight, okay?

I will. I'm gonna
hold on to it tight.

Yeah, good boy.

- I woke up!
- Jemmy.

Now I'm done?

Are you all right?

I just feel like
I've been turned inside out.

Mummy.

- I want to go...
- We made it.

What the devil?

What do you think?

What a privilege
to help with such a task!

Aye.

Now, you may laugh,
but there's an art to it.

Voltaire says the perfect
is the enemy of the good.

I'm sure Voltaire
never dug a privy in his life.

Fire.

It's the still!

What was that?

The still!

I'm coming with you.

No, no, no. You have
patients to attend to.

We'll see to it.

- - The
trick is to get the humerus bone,

which is the upper arm bone,

into the right angle...

...so that
when you apply force...

the head of the bone

will slide...

...back into
the shoulder joint.

Aye, sort of, like,
the opposite

of what you do
when you joint a hog?

Yes. In that case,
you're cutting everything apart.

Here, we're putting it
back together.

Yeah. Thank God for small mercies.

What on earth?
What's the meaning of this?

No!

Hide. Stay there,
no matter what happens.

Let go! Get off me!

Let her go,
you bastards!

Get out of here.

Let go of me!

Marsali! No!

No!

Jamie!

No! Jamie!

Germain... it's nearly dark.

What are you doing out here
by yourself, p'tit garcon?

- Where's Maman?
- Maman won't wake up, Papa!

Where's your granny?

The bad men took Grandma.

She...
she's breathing!

Claire!

Claire!

Claire!