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Previously...

Allow me to introduce
an old friend...

"I can guarantee the amount of
£40,000 will be made available to you."

Sandringham.

If we can meet with Sandringham,
convince him this is a bad investment.

What if we host a
dinner for the duke?

No, the duke will want to
take the measure of the prince,

decide if he's a man worth
staking his fortune and his life on.

I've met someone I
find most intriguing.

You're speaking of Alex Randall.

I couldn't help
but fall in love.

I need to tell you something.
Jack Randall is alive.

Now I can be the
one to end his life.

- Leave her alone!
- No! Ahhh!

It's La Dame Blanche!

Your Highness should not be
subjected to such intemperance.

Let us depart.

Summon the gens d'armes.

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

Over the sea

To Skye

I hadn't noticed the noise of
the clock before that evening,

but in that moment, each
annoying tick filled my head,

reminding me that
Jamie wasn't there.

After our dinner party
disintegrated into a brawl,

the gens d'armes had
come and arrested everyone.

But it was all a
misunderstanding.

Alex Randall hadn't raped Mary Hawkins,
and Jamie had nothing to do with any of it.

Have you sat up
all night long, then?

I'm not the only one.

- He just fell asleep.
- Hmm.

Come on, laddie.

You did well,
guarding your mistress.

Duverney arrived and...

And ordered the Captain of
the Guard to release us at once.

It's fortunate to have
friends in high places.

Aye.

Are you all right?

Yes, we're fine. Now
that you're home.

What about Murtagh and Alex?

Murtagh's downstairs, washing
off the stench of a French prison.

Alex, he did not fare so well.

Silas claims he saw
Alex attack Mary.

His release will... Will require
word from the lass herself.

We have to help him, Jamie.

You saw how he
came to Mary's aid.

He's not his brother.

Can't the duke vouch for him?

Sandringham will let Alex rot
before he lifts a finger to help.

Now his secretary's
been publicly disgraced.

He's already sent a
dispatch to the Bastille...

Releasing Alex from his service.

Well, hopefully he'll have
the same opinion of Charles.

The duke was watching
the prince during dinner.

I think he sees him for the...
The poor investment that he is.

Well, unfortunately, the
prince left with St. Germain.

No good can come
from that pairing.

I'll set Murtagh to
follow St. Germain.

See if there's anything amiss.

If St. Germain is responsible
for the attack, then we'll find out.

Can ye remember
anything more about it?

Just that they spoke French like
aristocrats, wore fine clothes and shoes.

How did you escape?

They mistook me for some mythical
creature named La Dame Blanche.

Fergus said it's some
sorceress nonsense.

Have you heard of it?

Yeah.

I may have once
mentioned that...

That I was married
to La Dame Blanche.

You did what?

At Maison Elise.

Charles was pushing yet
more trollops into my lap.

I wanted to stay true to
you, but not appear unmanly.

And so calling your wife a
witch was your best idea?

After everything that
happened at Cranesmuir?

Now, there may have been a
fair amount of drinking involved.

How many people heard you?

Only a few, but I guess it was
a good bit of gossip to share.

Oh, I suppose the assailants
were customers at Maison Elise.

Aye.

Aye, and if we find them...

They may lead us to St. Germain.

Heaven help him,
if he's responsible.

- It's been a long night for all of us.
- Hmm.

Aye.

And all I wish for is for
you to lay in my arms.

La Dame Blanche.

Monsieur, restock the Belle
Rouge by the south wall.

St. Germain was
easy enough to track,

but I see nothing suspicious.

Did you learn anything
at Maison Elise?

A wench there told me
of several customers.

Members of a gang, masked
men called "Les Disciples."

Aristocrats that prowl the
streets in search of prey.

Claire did say the assailants were
well-spoken and wore fine clothes.

Aye.

And the way into this gang?

A maidenhead.

Mary was a virgin, was she not?

Aye.

The new shipment has arrived.

Would you like a sample?

Start without me.
I'll join you later.

Very good.

Ye look like a
right clarty midden.

Go get some sleep, man.

What is it?

I failed you. I...

Ye did no such thing.

Ye gave me your trust.

Your wife and your
child unborn to guard...

And that wee English lassie.

You were outmanned.

I canna forgive myself for
what happened in that alley...

Or what could have happened.

Then you keep after him.

If St. Germain is behind this...

Then we need to connect
him to the gang, Les Disciples.

I will lay just vengeance
at your feet or be damned.

Claire!

Uncle Silas allowed you in?

No, he doesn't know I'm here.

I was able to convince your aunt

it's important I give you
a medical examination.

He refuses to let
me out the house.

And he's insisting I...
Leave Paris once I recover.

I was relieved to hear about
Jamie and Murtagh being released.

But will you do me the
favor of delivering this

to the authorities
at the Bastille?

It's details of the attack.

Explaining Alex's innocence.

I'll see it gets
delivered at once.

Thank you.

Alex is a good man
with a kind heart.

You, of course, know
of my fondness for him.

I understand.

Now...

How are you feeling?

Ashamed.

Like I'm a different person now.

And I'll never be the same.

You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

What happened
was not your fault.

How are you feeling physically?

I bled a bit, but... It stopped.

Good. That's normal.

And I brought you
some herbs to help.

They're to be
brewed in hot water.

And once the infusion cools...

then you can
apply it with a cloth.

Am I going to have a baby?

No.

I don't believe so.

He... Your attacker...

He wasn't able to finish.

I'm so grateful for all
you've done, Claire.

At least... At least now

they can't force me to
marry that dreadful man,

the Vicomte.

Uncle says he'd never
take a soiled bride.

Well, good riddance.

You are far too pretty,

not to mention sweet,

to marry such a warty old man.

I just know that once Alex
is freed, he'll return to me.

We're hoping to be married.

Marriage?

When Mary mentioned
Alex Randall at the hospital,

I thought it nothing more
than a young girl's crush.

If Alex and Mary were to wed,

what would become of the lineage Mary
and Jack Randall supposedly ensure?

What becomes of Frank?

Did I hold the key to Frank's
existence in the palm of my hand?

Could I simply release my grasp,

dispose of the letter, and
allow fate to carry out its plan?

But how could I condemn
Alex Randall to prison

without the utmost certainty it
would ensure Frank's existence?

PRINCE CHARLES
STUART: James, my good man.

Your Royal Highness.

The female haze that once
clouded my mind has been lifted.

I have excellent news.

Open your finest
bottle of Burgundy.

Aye.

Uh, is this to do
with your investors?

Make no mention
of those scoundrels.

They have shown
their true colors.

What if I were to tell you

we were about to come
into possession of £10,000?

Sterling.

I'd say this is what
we've been waiting for.

I have dispatched a letter to my
father informing him of our good fortune.

Mark me, James,

the king has led a dolorous
life full of misfortune.

And now I stand poised to lay at his
feet the world's most treasured gift.

The throne of Britain.

And, uh, who is it

that offers such a prize?

The Comte St. Germain.

He wishes to buy a large
shipment of Portuguese Madeira.

However, the Comte is short of funds and
in desperate need of a business partner.

And what does the Comte require?

I've secured a bank loan
to provide half the funds

to buy the shipment.

Once we sell the wine, we'll
earn ourselves a rich profit.

But not enough
to finance an army.

But enough to begin securing ships,
weapons, fighting men for our holy cause.

And when your friend, Duverney,
hears what we will accomplish,

he'll have proof for the king
that it's a worthy investment.

And with French money,
we will unite the clans,

and I will lead you all
to the gates of London.

And to glory.

Good news indeed.

Although the, uh...

The thought of a
partnership with St. Germain

does leave me uneasy.

I am no fool, James.

I am well aware of his
damnable reputation.

Well, you've heard he's said
to dwell in heretical circles.

Talk of demonic rituals.

Rumor and innuendo.

I pay no more attention to that than
I do to the rumors about your wife.

La Dame Blanche.

Hmm.

St. Germain is no lover of my
cause, but he is a man of business.

And I have arranged for you
to be the one to sell the wine.

Me?

Who better than you to secure the
buyer and keep a wary eye on St. Germain?

Well, when are we to
expect this shipment?

Do not plague me with
workmen's concerns.

I have arranged for
you and St. Germain

to meet in Maison Elise
to discuss particulars.

To the glorious day when the rightful king
sits upon the British throne once more.

The glorious day.

I cannot fully express my
gratitude to you for your help.

The Bastille was a
frightening experience.

I'm sure it was.

Mary tells me of
your plans to wed.

Yes. Isn't it wonderful?

Of course.

However, I am concerned about your
ability to find a new position in Paris

now that the duke has
discharged you from his service.

Beg your pardon.

You are unwell, Alex,

and your condition has
not improved with time.

Surely you wouldn't want Mary
robbed of her youth playing nurse.

Of course not.

Mary's my friend, and she's
young and impressionable.

My concern is
for her well-being.

A concern I trust you share,

but perhaps you should consider what
kind of life it is you're offering her.

But of course.

Then you should set
aside your feelings.

I fear traveling
from city to city,

seeking a new position, living
a hand-to-mouth existence is...

Well, it's not the future that
Mary has envisioned for herself.

You have to think
what's best for Mary.

Condemning Mary to a life of penury
is something I wouldn't dream of.

I love her enough to want her
to have the future she deserves.

She's going to be
devastated, you know.

Yes, she will.

She loves you very much.

But in time, she will
move on from this.

Thank you for your
candor, Madame Fraser.

Mary is fortunate to have
a friend as caring as you.

It broke my heart to break his.

Alex and Mary clearly loved one another,
and I was robbing them of happiness.

But what choice did I have?

I forced myself to
focus on the evidence.

Mary Hawkins and Jonathan
Randall were to have a child together.

I saw the proof of
that with my own eyes.

Alex and Mary simply could
not be. For Frank's sake.

Will that be all, gentlemen?

Can I interest you in a lady?

Or maybe two?

Not tonight, Madame.

Suit yourselves.

I don't wish to be joined
together in business,

nor do I wish to sit in your
presence longer than is needed,

so let's just get
on with it, shall we?

Rest assured...

I share your distaste
for our partnership.

My memory never fails.

I haven't forgotten your wife's

callous attempt to ruin me.

Since you brought up my
wife, let me make this clear.

Someone tried to poison her
and attacked her in the street,

then raped her friend.

My memory is as long as yours.

When I find the man responsible, he'll
die a very slow and very painful death.

Your personal life is
of no interest to me.

Absolutely none at all.

I, alone, will procure
the shipment.

It will be secured at my warehouse
until you have buyers in place.

Contact me then...

and not before.

If this wine venture
is successful

and the prince manages
to secure other investors,

then I have no doubt he'll set
sail for Scotland straightaway.

Well, then it's simple.

Charles must not get
his hands on that money.

Somehow, we have to find a way to
dispose of that shipment before it's sold.

Maybe St. Germain
will do us a wee favor

and bring in another ship
infected with smallpox.

I ken that look, Sassenach. I was
merely joking about the smallpox.

Well, I'm not.

Ye happen to have a bottle of
it amongst your potions, do ye?

No, not the actual disease.

But there are herbs that
can be used to make it appear

as though smallpox is
present in St. Germain's crew,

convince everyone the shipment's
tainted and have it destroyed.

Is such a thing even possible?

I'm not sure.

I'll look into it tomorrow.

Huh.

Well, don't forget we're
due at the royal stables.

I agreed to help the duke with
the purchase of a team of horses.

- Oh, that's tomorrow?
- Aye.

You don't owe that
man any favors, Jamie.

And neither do I wish to
be the subject of his disfavor.

Hmm.

I've been waiting for a good
time to surprise ye with this.

What is it?

Sure.

Apostle spoons.

One for each of the 12 Apostles.

Christening gift for the bairn.

Jamie.

Well, where did you get them?

Ah.

They've been passed
down in my family for years.

I wrote to Jenny

after we arrived to tell her our good news
and to ask for the spoons for our wee bairn.

She said she was
so full of excitement,

she could hardly keep
the quill steady in her hand.

I know it sounds ridiculous,
but I can't help but wondering

if I'll be any good at it.

Being a mother.

Of course you will.

Well, I'm a nurse.

I know how to deliver a baby,

how to feed one,

how to take care of
one when it's ill, but...

That's not being a mother.

I only have a vague
memory of my own mother,

nothing really to guide me.

What you don't ken, ye'll learn.

We'll learn together.

I do love you.

I love you too.

I do miss the
smell of the stable.

That makes one of us.

Jamie, lad.

Ah, your glowing bride.

My dear, your condition only
enhances your ravishing beauty.

- I may be ill.
- Oh.

It's not contagious.

But if you gentlemen
will excuse me...

Aye, now there's a bonny lad.

Fair, strong back,

straight-legged...

Sound at the hip.

Aye. Aye, he's
grand, Your Grace.

Excellent. Well, let's take him.

I was very displeased to
hear of your legal woes,

especially after
such a lovely dinner.

The Bastille,
perish the thought.

This one...

Dull in the eye and splints.

Pass.

I wasn't at the
Bastille for long,

but other poor devils have
been there for decades.

Ah, well, life can be harsh.

Madame Broch Tuarach...

What a pleasure!

Lovely to see you
again, Annalise.

I was about to take a
walk through the garden.

Will you join me?

It would be a pleasure.

After you, Madame.

Merci.

It may be some small
consolation to you to know

that your dinner party
was not entirely wasted.

It allowed me to take the
measure of your Prince.

And what was your assessment?

My considered opinion?
He's an utter ass.

I'm sorry to hear yer
opinion of the prince is such.

I imagine you are,

especially since you seem to
have pledged yourself to his service.

They claim they're
3-year-olds, but...

Oh, this one's seen a
fair few seasons more.

Your knowledge astounds me.

But I wonder that someone

who's such a good judge of
horseflesh is such a poor judge of men.

I see the prince for what he is,

but his father is the true king.

Nobly said.

Ah, now here's a fine
stallion, well put together.

Oh, it's magnificent.

My word.

But I must see a few more.

I'm a man who cherishes options.

Don't you?

Tell me, you have
lived in Scotland.

Do you find life
there to be simpler?

In some ways. Not in others.

The politics and manipulations
among the clans and lads

can sometimes rival even
the intrigues of Versailles.

James was never
a man for intrigue.

At least, not in those days.

He was direct, honest, simple.

I wouldn't call Jamie simple.

Not today.

Now he's a man of
business, of politics.

Like all the others.

It saddens me to
think of him like that.

He's still Jamie.

I doubt he will ever lose
sight of who he truly is at heart.

When I knew him, he
was impulsive, headstrong.

He still is.

Ah, but when I knew
him, he was a boy.

You've turned him into a man.

Speaking of men,

there's a rather dashing
one over there staring at us.

He seems quite taken with you.

Claire?

I take it you two
are acquainted?

Yes.

Yes, we are.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Captain Jonathan
Wolverton Randall...

of His Britannic
Majesty's 8th Dragoons.

At you service, Madame.

Annalise de Marillac.

A pleasure to make
your acquaintance.

Are you in discomfort, Captain?

I met with an accident
some time ago.

I'm sorry, Annalise. Suddenly,
I'm feeling very unwell.

I... I should go.

I will call for your husband.

No, it's not necessary.

Jamie?

He's here?

Where?

You should go.

If he sees you, he
will cut your throat.

That would be a lethal mistake.

Drawing a sword in the presence
of the king is punishable by death.

This is unbelievable.

The fates are
toying with us now,

setting our feet on
seemingly divergent paths

that still somehow converge

in the most unlikely of places.

Get out of my way.

Claire, surely you of all people can
step outside the passions of the moment

and appreciate the
sublime preposterousness

of a universe that would
guide us to a meeting...

At the French court.

Let go of me.

The king?

Fuck the king.

Madame Fraser...

The king takes great
pleasure in seeing you again.

As I do you, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty,
may I present to you

Jonathan Wolverton Randall,

Captain of His Britannic
Majesty's 8th Dragoons.

Captain Randall...
Welcome to Versailles.

Thank you, Your Majesty.
It is a great honor to be here.

None of that.

You will forgive the rudeness
of these children, Captain.

The French language is not
easily mastered by the English.

I took no offense, sire.

Oh, but perhaps the king
himself has offended you,

Madame Fraser?

I assure you, that your
accent is flawless...

as always.

Your Majesty is far too kind.

The king admires
your uniform, Captain.

So seldom seen at his court.

Such bold colors as befit the
brave soldiers of your sovereign.

A pity that your countrymen
are usually too busy

slaughtering each other to
exchange such pleasantries.

Speaking as a soldier of
many years, Your Majesty,

I must say that I find
war preferable to politics.

At least in war, you
know your enemies.

Hmm, the king finds
some truth in what you say.

However, we hope
your affection for carnage

does not ultimately
prove fatal for you.

You and the captain
are friends, Madame?

We are acquainted.

Hmm, does that not present
difficulty with your husband?

He is, after all, a
proud Scottish warrior

and great supporter of
my cousin's rightful claim

to the British throne.

Or perhaps you have not
met Lord Broch Tuarach?

Captain Randall and I have
met several times, Votre Majesty.

Are you well, Captain?

Very well, sir. Thank you.

I hear you had an unfortunate
encounter with some...

Sheep, was it?

Uh, cattle, actually.

Ah, but now you've
quite recovered.

Mostly. I still have a little difficulty
getting out of bed on cold mornings.

Really? I understand
the weather here in Paris

is to be quite warm all week.

You need to have no
concern for my health, then.

Delighted to hear it.

Tell us, Captain...

Why are you here?

I am, in fact, here on an errand
of mercy to aid my brother.

Your Majesty, until recently,

my brother was in the employ
of the Duke of Sandringham.

I have come here to ask His
Grace to reconsider his position.

Perhaps you should beg.

Beg, Your Majesty?

Yes. On your knees.

To ask such a favor of a man
like the duke would not be possible.

To beg him, however,
that is a different matter.

On your knees.

Not now.

You English are so...

Literal.

Your Majesty...

I am feeling... Unwell.

With your permission,
may I retire?

Of course.

Be well, Madame
Fraser. Take some rest.

You may retire as well,
Lord Broch Tuarach.

The king gives
you leave to rise.

It would be a shame to
stain such pretty britches.

You're rarely unwell, Sassenach.

Is it the bairn?

No, I'm fine.

You sure?

- Yes, I just wanted us to get away...
- All right.

Wait here.

Jamie.

What just happened?

I challenged him to a
duel, and he accepted.

He said he owed me a death.

It's a great day, laddie.

Is it?

You have no idea.
Fetch Murtagh at once.

Yes, milord.

Take me to the Bastille
with all due haste.

I'll arrange the
particulars with his second.

As the challenged, Randall
selects the weapons.

Aye.

And what if it's pistols?

What then?

He'll not take pistols.

It's too quick, too far apart.

He'll want to look
me in the eye.

Aye, but don't err in
judging the man's skills.

You don't become Captain of Dragoons
unless you know how to handle a blade.

- Hmm.
- There won't be any duel.

Randall is locked
away in the Bastille.

On what charge?

I swore an accusation
against him.

That he was the one who
attacked Mary and me.

Christ, woman,
what have ye done?

- Murtagh, please.
- Have you lost your mind?

Swearing a false charge?

They won't be able to hold him for long,
and I'll say I must have been mistaken.

But it's long enough to
get you to listen to me.

Jamie, you can't
go through with this.

Why would you do
such a thing, Claire?

Because dueling is
outlawed in France.

And if you're caught, you could spend
the rest of your life behind bars or worse.

I won't risk that.

You are about to become a father.
You have to think of me and your child.

No. No, there are places in the city
where the gens d'armes are not present.

He won't get
caught. I'll see to it.

Murtagh, will you please leave?

This is between Jamie and me.

You gave me a gift, Claire.

When you told me
Randall was alive.

A gift.

Knowing I'd be the one
to end that bastard's life.

Now.

Now I claim that gift.

Please, listen to me,
Jamie. You can't kill Randall.

There's no reason.

Because of Frank.

Frank?

If you kill Randall
now, then Frank...

He won't be born.

What do you mean?

Remember I told you once that
Frank showed me his family tree.

And on it was the
name Jack Randall?

Aye.

He married Mary Hawkins.

Together they're supposed to have a
child, and that child is Frank's ancestor.

But if you kill Randall
before the child is born,

then it would be as if
you're killing Frank, too.

And he won't exist,
and he must exist.

It's part of the future.

I thought we were here
to change the future.

Frank's innocent in all of this.
You can't kill an innocent man.

"Innocent?"

He's committed no
crime against either of us.

For that, Jack
Randall should live?

Aye, I can stand a lot, more
than most. I've proven as much.

But must I bear
everyone's weakness?

May I not have my own?

You of all people canna
expect that of me, Claire.

You were there. You
saw what he did to me.

A delay...

- A delay is all I ask.
- No.

No, you have your choice, him or
me? I canna live while Randall lives.

If you wilna allow me to kill
him, then kill me now yerself.

One year.

One year.

Then the child, Randall's,

it will be conceived by then,
and... And after that, I swear,

I swear I will help
you bleed him myself.

You owe me that
much, James Fraser.

I've saved your life,
not once, but twice.

You owe me a life.

I see.

And now you claim your debt.

I can't make you see
reason any other way.

Jesus.

God, Claire.

You'd stop me taking vengeance on
the man that made me play his whore...

The man that lived in my
nightmares and in our bed...

Who almost drove
me to take my own life.

I'm a man of honor.

I pay my debts.

So tell me now, is that
what you're asking of me?

To pay you with the life
of Black Jack Randall?

Yes.

A year...

Not one day more.

Do not touch me.