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Previously...

Sometimes
people do the wrong thing

for the right reasons.

You have
to bring him back to me.

You think you'll survive?

I have to.

I can't die like this.

Forgiveness won't change

what has happened.

But it can change
what will be.

I am sure Roger
will love the child.

We're here to free a friend.

We're all here in this New
World not because it's new.

These lands
are as old as any.

It's only new...

because there is hope.

And hope is at
the very heart of love.

Claire.

- Any sign of Roger?
- No.

But the Mohawk ken we're here.

We should make our way
into the village soon.

We've come to trade.

Ehhaokonsah.

Do you remember me?

We met a few months ago
in North Carolina.

The man I sold to you,
we've come to buy him back.

Ehhaokonsah.

I will return this to you

if you return the man to me.

Why?

What is he to you that you
would come all this way?

He's important to our family.

You must be
a very good friend of his.

This man you seek,

you brought him
whisky to drink?

Metal trinkets as well?

I hope you have not
traveled far.

So he's here, then?

The man in the picture?

You want him very badly.

Aye.

We hope
to trade with you.

Here.
Try this on.

It's like new.

It's all right.
It's all right.

She meant no harm. She was only
trying to show the boy the scarf.

Uncle, it's no that.

It's the stone Auntie wears.

Would you be willing to take
this in exchange for our friend?

No.

We will not trade with you.

You must leave us at once.

Please.

We cannot leave without him.

We will not trade with you.

Do not make me say it again.
You must leave.

Claire.

All right.

All right.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Thank you for the roast.

'Twas a long journey and...

a while since I've had
a meal this fine.

I imagine it's better than
whatever they were serving

in the jail at Wilmington...

before it was blown
to pieces.

I canna argue with ye there.

News travels fast.

Brianna mentioned
that she'd seen ye.

What she didna mention
is what it was ye did

to get yerself locked up.

There's a rumor ye're allied
with the Regulators.

Perhaps it was that errand
ye said Jamie sent ye on.

A little of both,

if you must know.

You always did manage
to find trouble.

Mm, some things
are worth the trouble.

Even with the risk
of the noose?

Ah, dinna fash.

As I've told yer nephew,
I'm no an easy man to kill.

Yes, well,

as the Crown didna have
the pleasure of hanging ye,

they'll be lookin' for ye,
especially now.

Ah, wilna be the first time my
face has been on a broadsheet.

Grateful as I am for
the company of such a face,

I think it's probably best ye
dinna stay in one place too long.

I'm only here long enough
to look in on the lass.

Ye need not worry
about my niece.

We're taking good care of her.

How has she been?

She doesna come out
of her chamber much.

When she does,
it's to read, to draw.

She sits on the porch
and watches and waits.

She was in much better spirits
when Lord John was here.

And where has
His Lordship gone?

He was called back
to Lynchburg on business,

but we expect him
to return soon

to plan the wedding.

Wedding?

His and Brianna's.

She canna marry a redcoat.

She can,

and she will.

She needs a husband.
There's no time to waste.

I ken ye're fond of marriage
since ye've had three yerself,

but that's no excuse to ma...

I dinna recall asking
yer opinion on the matter.

Ye're welcome
to finish yer dinner.

Ulysses will prepare
your bedchamber.

As you wish, Mistress.

Let me know if
there's anything else

we might do for you
during your stay, sir.

It isn't finished yet.

I keep making mistakes.

Can't get it right.

If I can't even make that
perfect, then why bother?

Good news, Miss Bree,
is that everything feels fine.

The baby is in
a good position.

You've done this before,
Phaedre?

Aye, I've brought
several babes into the world.

Dinna worry yerself.

'Tis a beautiful drawing,
Miss Bree,

but 'tis yer bairn
who will be perfect.

There's a story here.

Don't know what it is,

but there's definitely
a story.

I'm going back
for him tonight.

No, you can't.

I ken a story,

one where I went to
Fort William and rescued you.

That village
is not Fort William.

But then you had help,
and... and you knew the place.

You can't go in there alone.

I'm not even sure it's safe
to stay out here tonight.

I dinna ken what that stone
means to the Mohawk.

I'll not return to Bree
wi' a lump of rock

while Roger's still here.

Don't move.

- Uncle!
- Jamie!

We're here for the stone.

Give it to us.
We will not harm you.

We'll consider
giving it to you...

if you help us
get our friend back.

Very bold, considering
we could take the stone

from you by force
if we wanted.

Not all of ye will
be walking away whole.

We could return later
if you like...

- try again.
- Please.

What is your name?

Wahkatiiosta.

Wahkatiiosta...

tell me.

Why is this stone
so important to you?

Many years ago,
before I was born,

a man came to us.

He would not tell us
from whence he came.

He spoke instead
of from "when" he came.

His name was Tawineonawira,

"Otter Tooth."

He talked of war,

warning us of our future...

How we must
lift our tomahawks.

"Kill the white man,

or the white man
will kill you," he said.

"Kill them before
it is too late."

One day, he painted himself...

And danced a war dance.

Many followed him.

They returned
with white scalps.

The village was angry,

afraid his actions would bring

soldiers seeking revenge.

My grandfather,
the chief at that time,

said that
Otter Tooth must leave,

for he would bring destruction.

Otter Tooth
hid in the forest...

And ranted and raved.

Why won't they listen?

They began
to believe he was possessed

by an evil spirit.

He would come back again

and again.

Banishing him
would no longer be enough.

They painted his face
black for death,

but in the morning,
he was gone.

Did they ever find him?

The men chased him for days.

Finally, they caught him.

He faced them, and he talked.

Even after one of the men
struck him,

he talked through the blood,

spitting out words of warning.

When he lay dead,

his words went on ringing
in the warriors' ears.

"You will be forgotten.

"The Nations of the Iroquois
will be no more.

"No one will
tell your stories.

Everything you are
will be lost."

The men turned toward home,

but his voice followed them.

They cut off his head
so he would talk no more,

but still
they heard his voice.

Tehwahsewke, our chief,

was a young warrior then.

He took the head
and buried it far,

far away.

His skull was with the stone.

How do you know that?

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.

Has he appeared to you?

Yes.

I was lost in a storm,

and I took cover
under a fallen tree.

That is when he came to me.

I believe that
ghosts only exist

when there is something
to be remembered,

a story worth telling,

or a message...

worth relaying.

Do you believe this
Otter Tooth to be right?

Yes.

I believe he came
to warn my people

and the stone will enable us
to see what is coming.

If you help us...

rescue the man that
we came to take back...

Then we will help you

preserve the memory of the man
who fought for your future.

Help us.

The stone will be yours.

I wanted to look in on ye.

Just in time, it seems.

I hear there's
a wedding to be had.

Actually, it was me
who proposed to Lord John.

Not one of my finer moments.

But Jocasta was determined
to have me married off

- before the baby is born.
- Hmm.

And that women does not
take no for an answer.

Mm, I hadna noticed.

I'm not going through
with it,

and neither is he.

I just wanted to delay it long
enough for Roger to return.

Thank Christ.

So are ye gonna tell me what
the devil you were thinking

going to see Stephen Bonnet?

Da told me
I should forgive him.

Hmm.

And did ye?

As close as I could
come to it.

Did it bring ye peace?

Some.

Enough.

Do ye think ye could
forgive your father,

for your sake as well as his?

I already have.

- Roger.
- Claire?

- It's you.
- It's all right.

It's Jamie.
He won't hurt you.

We're going to get you
out of here.

I've done wrong to ye,
as ye ken,

but I've come to put it right.

For now,
you have my apology.

How many have you
brought with you?

Got my nephew, Ian,
Claire,

and a few Mohawk friends.

- That's all?
- What were you expecting,

the whole MacKenzie clan?

We have to get to the river.

We'll try and stop them.

Come on, Roger.

Roger!

Quick, go.

Go! Go!

Go!

Stop!

It's over.

It's over.

I banished these people,

and you brought them back against
the wishes of the council,

causing violence
and destruction.

You are Mohawk.

You will never be so again.

You will leave the village
and never return.

You outsiders...

are not the reason
for this strife.

The pain and disharmony
caused by Otter Tooth

has always been with us.

There will be no more trouble,

only peace amongst my people.

Take the stone.

Leave the village.

Never return.

We are grateful.

I only ask that we may
leave wi' our friend.

There has been no fair trade.

Dogface will stay
in the village.

Roger...

- Take me.
- What?

- Uncle Jamie, wait.
- I'm able-bodied, strong.

No, there has to be
another way.

There isn't.

I must do this
for our daughter.

Ian, tell the council.

Convince them.

Please, Jamie.

You and Ian will
take Roger back to Brianna.

No.

As soon as can
be managed, I'll...

I'll escape, come home.

- No.
- I will.

I'll return to ye, Sassenach.

We accept.

I'm staying.

Ian, what're ye doing?

It's all right, Uncle.

You are free to go...
to take Roger.

I'm sorry for what
we did to ye.

Brave and canny move.

As soon as you can, escape,
or I'll come for you.

No...

I mean it.

I'm staying.

And live yer life
with the Mohawk?

I gave them my word.

Dinna make me break it.

You gave Brianna yours.

How can I part with ye?

Oh, it will be hard
for us both.

But you must promise

that you'll leave
and no come back for me.

I've chosen this.

Aye.

Oh, Ian.

Oh.

Ye once said that ye wished me
to become a man of worth.

Ye dinna ken
how worthy ye are.

Cuimhnich.

Cuimhnich.

Remember.

I wilna forget.

Never.

Mmm.

How does it taste?

Oh.

Like home.

Whisky's hard to come by
in the New World.

Aye, and I canna drink
that horse pish they call rum.

Och, I'd have
to agree with ye there.

Where will ye go?

Back to rejoin
the Regulators.

Have ye learned nothing?

Must ye fight
the same fight again?

Do ye not recall how it ends?

Hmm, New World,
new ending.

If ye truly believe that, ye're a
bigger fool than I thought ye were.

If the cause is just,

it's better to fight
than stand by and do naught

while good people suffer.

Is that what you think
I'm doing?

I think...

living here
in a fine home like this...

Ye dinna ken what's
going on out there

in the towns
and the backcountry,

how the Crown
is bringing hardworking men

to their knees
with corruption and greed.

I hear talk of it.

But I'm an old woman now.

My wars are behind me,

and you should put yers
behind you as well.

We came to the New World
for a new chance.

You chose to come here.

I didna have a choice.

- Ye have one now.
- So do you.

Ye can stay here
and enjoy all of this...

Or ye can remember
where ye came from

and fight back.

You'd have me involved

with yer mob of ruffians?

That's not what I meant.

But there are ways that
you could use yer influence.

That's why you're here.

Oh, no, Jo.

No-ye've kent me
nigh on 50 years.

Aye, and ye're always
after something.

Ye have that sleekit way
about ye,

and ye don't
use many words,

but in yer head,
ye're always scheming

on how to get
what ye want.

Scheming?

What?

Ye sound like a lunatic.

A lunatic.

Truth be told,
I never liked ye.

Ye used to descend on Leoch
like a dark cloud o' rain,

staying well past yer welcome, drinking
our ale, and griping about everything.

The way ye glower and stare,
ye make folks uneasy.

Ye're as stubborn
as a mule then,

and you havena
changed a bit.

I canna believe I allowed ye
to darken my door.

Let go of me.

Damn, woman,
why can't ye just...

Come back to bed.

Must you go?

Ye said yerself,
they'll be looking for me.

I wouldna wish to bring trouble
back to you at River Run.

If trouble comes,
we'll face up to it then.

Breakfast is waiting.

Let it wait.

How are you going
to tell Jenny?

She knows her son.

She won't be happy,
but she'll understand.

She kens his restless nature
and need for adventure.

Same as his uncle.

Aye, always has been.

You fuckin' bastard!

Roger, stop it!

No, no.

No, leave him be.

This is between us.

Go on.

Suppose I owe ye.

Happy to oblige.

Ah!

Oh!

You have proven
yourself worthy.

You will become one of us.

Ha!

Ha!

Where is she?

She's safe.

She's with Jamie's aunt
in North Carolina.

She sent you for me, then?

Yes.

When I met you on the ridge, I thought
that may be the reason you beat me...

Because she said terrible things
and turned ye against me.

No. No, she didna. She...

That was my own notion.
I didna ken who you were.

Oh, thank God.

Having me beaten nearly
to death and sold into slavery

seemed a trifle extreme,
even for a woman with her temper.

Why did you beat me, then?

Huh?

I mean, if ye didn't even
know who I was...

It was a terrible
misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding?

Claire.

Roger...

Brianna was attacked.

Attacked?

- What do you mean?
- She means

that after ye left my daughter,
she was raped.

That's why I beat you.

I mistook you for the man
that did it.

How could you think
such a thing?

I love her.

Raped.

Who... who did this to her?

A man named Stephen Bonnet.

Bonnet?

Brianna was raped
by Stephen Bonnet?

You ken the bastard?

He...

He was the captain

of the ship I came over on.

And where were you
when he attacked her, huh?

- Ye coward!
- Jamie.

Bree was angry with ye,
so ye... ye ran away.

You left her alone!

That is the last
unanswered blow.

I didn't leave
because we argued.

I left because
she told me to go.

But even then,

I came back for her.

But I was forced
back onto the ship by...

bloody Stephen Bonnet.

Got these from him.

I wanted to see her
safely through the stones.

That's why it took me so long
to come to Fraser's Ridge.

But that bastard
made me sail up the coast.

- He's a madman!
- I ken what he is.

I can take her home,

back to our time.

There's...

there's another stone circle.

Here?

Aye.

Somewhere between here
and Fraser's Ridge.

Roger...

Brianna can't go back.

I don't understand.

Not now.

She's pregnant.

- She...
- She can't leave.

She might have been able to
when we first found out,

but now it's... it's too late.

I mean, by the time we return
to North Carolina,

she'll have already
given birth.

And I-I don't think you can
go through with a child.

She has to stay.

But he doesn't.

What, you think I'd leave her?

We're handfast.
She's my wife.

And now she's carrying
my child.

It may not be your child.

Bonnet.

When did it happen?

Same night you left.

Brianna wanted you to know

so you would have
the choice.

So I'm asking ye,

can ye go back to her,

live with her...

knowing it might be
Bonnet's child that she bears?

Do ye mean to stand
by her or not,

because if ye canna,

then say so now, for I swear...

Jamie, for God's sake.

Just give him a moment
to think.

I know this is
a huge decision, Roger,

not one you should
take lightly.

This is all too much.

You cost me a lad that I love.

And my daughter
doesn't need a coward.

- What?
- I'd rather she hate me

for the rest of my life
than for you

to break her heart again.

- So...
- Jamie.

Make up your mind.

I need time.

Well, if you need time,

then you should take it,

because this is our daughter,

so you'd better be sure.

I know.

Brianna.

You've a fine braw lad.

I counted his fingers
and toes myself.

- It's a boy?
- Aye.

And we will choose
his birthday wisely,

but ye can be sure the lad
was born in wedlock.

- Where is he?
- Phaedre's cleaned him up,

and she'll bring him in,

if you're ready to see him now.

I'm ready.

Hi, baby.

Look how he's grown.

I know.
Two months old today.

He'll be a sturdy
and tall lad.

He'll be towering over you
in a few years' time.

Miss Bree!

Drusus came racing
into the cookhouse

saying he saw riders coming
down through Campbell's fields,

and one of them
is your mother.

They're coming up
the front road now.

Well, go on, lass.

He's alive.

We told him everything.

Mm.

What's his name?

She hasna named him yet.

She was waiting
for Mr. MacKenzie.

Jocasta, we are
so grateful to you...

For taking care
of our daughter.

It was my pleasure.

What do ye think
of yer grandson?

He's a wee fighter,

like his mother
and his granny.

I should go
look in on Bree.

Aye.

Jocasta, would you like
to take him?

Bonnet.

I had the bastard.

But we were set upon by
militiamen and thrown in jail.

There was an explosion.

I got out.
He didna't.

I'm only sorry ye didna get
to kill him with yer own hands.

So am I.

Can I get you anything,
darling?

I want to take you
away from here,

bring you home
to Fraser's Ridge,

where you will be
surrounded by family

and we will
take care of you.

Come here.

It's all right.

Thank you again, Auntie.

We won't forget
your kindness.

You're welcome to come visit us
anytime at Fraser's Ridge.

Perhaps I will
make that journey

someday.

Oh, oh!

You're here.

I'm here.

I didn't know
if you'd come.

I may be stubborn,
but I'm not a fool.

I love you.

I always will.

I love you too.

The bairn?

A boy.

Take me to see my son.

Murtagh.

Soldiers!

Redcoats.

Murtagh, you must hide yourself.

Jo, I...

You must get
to the slave quarters,

quickly.

Ulysses, you must hide him.

Mistress.

Let them in.

Can I help you, sir?

We're looking
for a Mr. James Fraser.

I'm James Fraser.

Then I have a letter for you

from His Excellency,
Governor Tryon.

Good day, sir.

Good day.

Well, what does it say?

He's ordered me to muster
and lead a militia

to fight the Regulators.

My first mission
is to hunt down and...

Kill the fugitive...

Murtagh Fitzgibbons.