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[CLAIRE] Previously...

- [JAMIE] Mrs. Bug? - I didna ken it was you.

When you've something worth taking, you'll see me again.

My brother wished to support the army.

- Suppose I'll be seeing you. - I suppose so.

I was gonna take Bobby to the pictures. Maybe Jem would like to come.

Jemmy, he's gone! That bad man took him.

Simon Fraser's one of Burgoyne's brigadiers.

- Simon Fraser? - My second cousin.

I canna fault you yer courage.

You'll be needing it, if you're to stay and fight.

If that's what you really want.

[GUNSHOT]

Get up!

You're a different man now.

Come back to me.

And if you don't, I'll come looking for you.

[BOY] I got his hat, Mum. I'm keeping it.

[JAMIE COUGHS]

- [BOY] Still alive, Mum. - [COUGHS]

Cut his throat, the treasoner.

Stand back! Or I will choke him to death, I swear.

- You can have your pick of the others. - My pick?

- You think... - I've got mouths to feed.

I'm taking this one.

- "This one" is my husband. - [BOTH GRUNT]

- Hold her off, Mum. I'll take care of him. - Don't!

I will kill you.

Just fucking try me!

[SPITS]

[PANTING]

That tickles, Sassenach.

[CLAIRE SIGHS]

Lie still. There's blood on your shirt. I'm checking for wounds.

I think it's from your hand.

[GRUNTS] I think you're right.

[GRUNTS, BREATHES HEAVILY]

What took you so long?

I've been looking for you all night.

What happened anyway?

Why are you asking me? How should I know?

You went and got yourself butchered like a sodding hog,

trying to be a hero again is what it looks like.

What happened in the battle, I mean.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I ken what happened to me, roughly.

Why did you enter the fray? You're a rifleman. You're supposed to be

fighting from a distance, not hand-to-hand bloody...

Oh, you vainglorious, pigheaded, grandstanding Scot.

Grandstanding?

Yes! You could've been killed.

I thought I was, when a dragoon came down on me wi' his sword.

I scared his horse and it reared up, got me in the head and...

Stop trying to change the subject.

Is not the subject I'm not killed?

The subject is your stupid hero complex.

You think I've nothing better to do than to trot around after you

sticking pieces back on?

[SIGHS]

Here.

We were supposed to be in Scotland.

I'm sorry.

I know you couldn't say no, but you scared me, Jamie.

For now, mo nighean donn,

I thank you for my life.

You have the tongue of a venomous shrew, Sassenach,

but you're a bonny wee swordsman.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

[WOMAN SINGING] ♪ 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? ♪

[JAMIE WINCING SOFTLY]

Ian?

Came back unharmed.

At least he came back. You must've caught it near the hilt,

otherwise it would've split your hand in two.

Shame I didna have a targe.

This will have to do for now.

[GROANS, BREATHES HEAVILY]

You won't die, I promise.

But I do have other patients that might.

Who won?

The British are claiming they did,

but only because they held the field and we retreated back to the camp.

That's only because night fell, or so I'm told.

A sensible plan.

Reports are they suffered nearly twice the casualties we did.

Just because William was at Ticonderoga, doesn't mean he's here.

If they garrisoned at the fort, he might have stayed.

Aye.

I ken.

Go to your patients, Claire. I'll sleep if I can.

[GROANS SOFTLY]

- [PATIENTS GROANING, COUGHING] - [IMPERCEPTIBLE]

Could you hand me the bandages?

In all my life, I have lost four patients on my table.

And now, in one day, that number has increased tenfold.

Thee has done this before, thee said.

How does thee go on?

By knowing that without me, the number would be even greater.

Think of those that you saved. That number has increased today as well.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps I should have chosen a more peaceable profession.

All this violence is difficult for a man like me.

A human being?

I meant a Quaker.

Forgive me, Claire.

For what?

For presuming that this is harder for me than for thee.

How's Rachel coping?

She is a great help to me.

And she bears it remarkably well.

The suffering of others cannot help but take its toll.

Can it be worth it, all this death?

I do not doubt our cause, but...

I have asked myself that question many times.

And I've not always been confident of the answer. But, yes.

I believe it will be.

[SNIFFLES SOFTLY]

Excuse me, I must go tend to my husband.

Of course.

[MAN] Feel better, Colonel.

Hmm.

[INHALES SHARPLY, GRUNTS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

Will you have to cut anything off? I'll allow it, if you do.

Oh, you will, will you?

Laudanum.

Sip it and drink every drop.

It's all I have left.

Whatever happens, I'll try my best to leave you with a working hand,

no infection,

and once it heals,

no pain.

You're not sipping.

It will make me sick.

It will help mask the pain.

It gives me terrible dreams.

Well, as long as you're not twitching like Rollo dreaming of chasing rabbits,

I think we'll be all right.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[EXHALES]

I did tell you to sip it.

Mm.

Now, just leave that for a minute

while we wait for the laudanum to take effect.

Who was your visitor earlier?

A Colonel Johnson.

Micah Johnson, his name was.

I saw him leave.

What did he want?

Well, it seems when I

and a few others of Morgan's company, mind,

when we entered the fray, we broke the British charge

and scattered 'em, it seems.

And Johnson's company was behind us in the fight.

If the charge had gone through, he'd have surely lost the company, he said.

So you saved them.

Not me alone.

That's 50 men in a company.

[INHALES SHARPLY]

No, not all of them would've been killed, of course.

No. Not all of them.

It was like the Bible. That bit where

Abraham bargains with the Lord for the cities of the plain.

"Wilt thou not destroy the city for the sake of 50 just men?"

And did he? Spare the city for the sake of 50 just men?

Aye. But Abraham kens

they won't find 50.

So he argues the Lord down from 50 to 40,

and then 30, and 20,

and ten.

[BREATHING LIGHTLY]

Ten good men

would be worth a finger, Sassenach.

Or five, or...

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

...even one.

[CLAIRE GASPS SOFTLY]

You bloody man.

I knew you would make me cry.

[BLOWS]

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

Sweet dreams, my love.

You may chase those rabbits now.

[KISSES]

[VEHICLE APPROACHING]

[VEHICLE DOOR CLOSES]

[DOOR OPENS]

He did it. Rob took Jem through the stones.

We found this.

[GASPS]

Oh, my God.

I can't work out why. Why would he do this?

It's the gold. You said someone got into the letters, so I looked,

and the musket ball is missing from the box.

So is one of the letters. It's the one about the Spaniard's Gold.

God damn him!

God!

Roger, what do we do?

What do we do? We can't call the police.

Roger.

- What are you doing? - I'm going after him.

Through the stones?

I have to, Bree. If you're right, Rob will be headed to Inverness

for a ship to America. I have to go tonight. Now.

You stay with Mandy.

What are you saying? This bastard's going after Spanish gold?

No. French gold. King Louis' gold that was meant for the Jacobites.

Some of it ended up in North Carolina.

And Jemmy knows the spot where it's hidden.

Cameron wants Jem to take him there.

[ROGER] He won't hurt Jem. He needs him.

I'm coming wi' you.

It's my time we'll be going to, is it no'?

And you were gonna send me there anyway.

Only if you wanted to.

I want to help.

You're kin.

- Do you still have your old clothes? - Aye.

You'll need this, too.

- [ROGER] Where'd this come from? - [BRIANNA] An antique store in town.

Figured we might need it someday.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CLAIRE] Well, it is looking

very good for just two weeks, even if I say so myself.

- [JAMIE] Mm. - [CLAIRE] Any pain?

Well, I'll not be getting into any fisticuffs soon, but, uh, no.

I think I will go take a pish.

You're not happy with Uncle's progress?

It means he will fight again.

Mm.

- There's going to be another battle? - I think so.

There has to be something decisive enough to draw the French into the war,

another battle that changes everything.

I'd hoped that Jamie would stay away from it.

But maybe he's supposed to be there. Maybe he always was.

[SIGHS]

I don't know.

You don't know when?

Did you hear anything while you were on your scout?

Um...

Burgoyne is waiting for Clinton to send aid,

or divide us by attacking elsewhere. But he canna wait forever.

Neither can we.

Some of our generals want to attack, but Granny Gates says no.

That's what they call him. Commander.

- Because he's... [CHUCKLES] - Old. I gathered that.

Though he is younger than I am, if anyone's counting. Oh!

Rollo, for goodness' sake, my goose grease.

I was to give it to Denzell.

He has a patient with an injured rectum. He's having trouble with his movements.

I'll get you some goose grease, Auntie.

Some Oneida have arrived. They'll have some, I wager.

Great. Could you take it to Denzell after?

Or, um, to his sister?

I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

[YOUNG IAN] Rollo, come.

[RACHEL CHUCKLES]

Rollo.

And I see thee has brought thy friend along, too.

- Miss Hunter. - It's nice to see thee again, Ian Murray.

I brought some goose grease.

My aunt said your brother needed it for someone's...

arsehole, I think.

Oh.

He'll be pleased. I thank thee. He's been so busy with the sick and injured.

Sorry, it's slippery. [CHUCKLES]

The man I got it from said it was greasier than grease.

Thee must know better.

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

[IN ENGLISH] What does thee say?

I'm sorry.

Yes. I...

We...

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[SOFTLY] Thee must not.

We must not.

No. Of course.

Of course we mustn't.

It's not safe.

Does thee know

how I feel?

I'm not worried about whether you love me.

- I'm worried you might die because of it. - Die because of it?

Thee has cheek. I didn't say I loved thee.

It's a great deal better you dinna.

I think it's best if you dinna touch me.

Because if you do, then I'll take you,

here and now.

And then it's too late for us both.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Are you Mrs. Fraser?

I am.

May I help you?

Yes. I was in hopes we might transact a little business.

I'm told you possess stock of Cinchona bark. Is that so?

Yes. Do you suffer from malaria?

No, not I. But I have a gentleman in my command who does, very badly.

I'd hoped you might be induced to make a trade.

I used to run a store, you see,

a great deal of apothecary's stuff, and luxury dry goods.

Laudanum.

I was not sure what might best suit you.

I learnt it's best to give a lady a choice.

- Do you have more of this? - Indeed. Back at my camp.

Do you require it regularly?

Well, I don't use it myself, if that's what you mean.

Though I have.

I took a musket ball in my left leg some time ago. Shattered the bone.

Great deal of pain.

But I have since weaned myself.

Do you, um, require it regularly?

The relief of pain is one of the important things

I can give people who come to see me.

Lord knows that I can't offer many a cure.

That's a remarkable statement.

Most in your profession seem to promise cure to nearly everyone. [CHUCKLES]

Well, I might not admit it to my patient, but it's as well to know one's limits.

You think so?

Do you not think that the admission of such limits

might in fact prevent one from accomplishing all that is possible,

because one assumes that something is not possible?

You know, it might.

[CHUCKLES]

I suppose if we didn't believe we could accomplish things

beyond reasonable expectation, well then,

I'm not sure any of us would be here.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Sassenach.

- Sir. - Colonel.

Your wife and I have been discussing the philosophy of endeavor.

What do you say?

Does a wise man know his limits, or a bold one deny them?

Well, I've heard it said that a man's reach must exceed his grasp

or what's a heaven for?

[MAN LAUGHS]

Well, that is splendid. Do you recall where you heard it?

Eh...

A poet.

I believe.

That's right. Though I can't seem to recall his name.

[CHUCKLES]

It is a perfectly expressed sentiment.

Well, in any event, Cinchona bark.

Thank you for the trade, Mister...

I'm sorry, I don't know your rank.

Um, my apologies, Mrs. Fraser. What must you think of a man

who bursts into your presence and fails to introduce himself?

Major General Benedict Arnold.

Your servant, ma'am.

Sir.

I ken I shouldn't have quoted a poem that's not yet been written.

Are you well, Claire? You look like you're about to fall over.

[SIGHS SOFTLY]

I might.

[RACHEL] Will thee pray for me, brother?

I fear I'm in great danger.

Indeed thee is.

Though I am in doubt prayer will aid thee much.

What, has thee no faith left in God?

Oh, endless faith in God.

In thee?

Not quite so much.

Even less in Ian Murray.

How did thee know?

I saw him leave earlier.

And he saw me, though, pretended not to.

What did he say to thee?

Nothing.

Not much.

He said...

He said that I was in love with him.

And is thee?

How could I be in love with such a man?

If thee were not, I do not think thee would be asking me to pray.

I will tell him never to speak to thee again if thee wishes.

Or if thee prefers, I can assure him thy affection is only that of a friend.

Are those the only alternatives thee sees?

I have been put out of meeting, sissy, thee has not.

But to marry such a man as Ian Murray,

no meeting would accept it.

He's an American, through and through,

and a brilliant soldier.

[JAMIE] Everyone likes him, save Granny Gates.

There's bad blood between 'em.

Over what, I dinna ken, but the men would follow him anywhere.

[CLAIRE] At some point, he'll become disillusioned and decide to switch sides.

He'll start making overtures to the British.

For an American General to turn his coat, it's unthinkable.

His name will become synonymous with being a traitor. Two hundred years from now,

if somebody betrays you, you call them a Benedict Arnold.

It's all he'll ever be remembered for.

And we must let it happen.

All I know is, he does this,

and we win.

And if he doesn't...

When? When will he do it?

That's the problem. I have no idea.

[COLONEL MORGAN] Tonight, we have good news.

[MEN MURMURING]

- "Well, what news, Daniel Morgan?" - [CROWD LAUGHING]

Well, I will tell you.

[CLEARS THROAT]

- From Major General Gates. - [CROWD EXCLAIMS]

"Today we have learned of a great righting of wrongs.

"Colonel John Brown has retaken Sugarloaf,

"which the British now call Mount Defiance...

[CROWD LAUGHING]

"...a poor choice of name,

as they were unable to defy our advances."

Though he did not recapture Ticonderoga itself,

Colonel Brown apprehended a dozen British officers

and 140 British infantry,

and freed

119 of our own from captivity!

[CROWD CHEERING LOUDLY]

And why, oh, why do we hate the British, friends?

I can guess what's coming.

I heard it a week ago.

- Saw it, too. - Saw what?

[CROWD EXCLAIMING]

The British Army did that

to one of their own, mind you.

My crime?

An officer struck me.

And I fought back!

[CROWD CHEERS LOUDLY]

See, they don't like that.

Fighting back.

They gave me 499 lashes.

I counted.

Supposed to give me 500, but he missed one. [LAUGHS]

I didn't inform him of it.

[CROWD LAUGHS]

[CHEERING]

Does he know?

I think he can sense in me a kindred spirit.

But, no.

No, he doesna ken we're kindred of flesh as well.

[CROWD LAUGHING, CHATTERING]

[DRUMMING]

- [EXPLOSIONS] - [GUNSHOTS]

That's it! Make 'em fear for their skulls!

- [GUNSHOT] - [GRUNTS]

[CLAMORING]

[GENERAL ARNOLD] Shoot the generals, boys!

Don't you see who that is? It's Simon Fraser! Shoot him!

God's blood. Cousin.

For King and Country! King and Country!

[COLONEL MORGAN] General Arnold is right.

I admire and respect General Fraser,

but it is necessary that he should die.

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Damn your eyes for a crew of blind men!

Colonel!

Shoot him, why don't you?

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

[SOLDIER 2 YELLS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GENERAL FRASER] Fire!

You...

- [GUNSHOT] - [GRUNTS]

I got him!

[SOLDIERS CHEERING]

Redoubt!

Follow them, boys! To the redoubt!

[SOLDIER 3] Fall back!

Fall back!

[ALL CLAMORING]

Follow that goddamned fool.

He'll win us this battle if he survives it.

[SOLDIER 4] To the redoubt! To the redoubt!

[GUNSHOTS]

With me!

[GRUNTS]

- [EXPLOSIONS] - [GUNSHOTS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[YELLS IN AGONY]

- [GRUNTS] - [GUNSHOT]

[JAMIE] William!

[EXPLOSION]

Colonel!

[YOUNG IAN YELLS]

[GENERAL ARNOLD GRUNTING]

I've set your leg as best I can.

The carriage will take you to the general hospital in Albany.

It's the same leg where I was hit before.

I wish it had been my heart.

Here, take some more laudanum.

Mm.

I'd be a martyr then.

I'd be remembered.

You will be remembered.

As it is,

Gates will tell the story of the battle,

and he will leave me out of it as he has always done.

It's a conscious omission of merit, of fact.

And it robs me of honor and promotion.

Can I be blamed for hating the man?

Mistress Fraser,

I do not know you well,

but I ask you,

am I wrong to begrudge him this offense?

No.

No, you are not wrong.

Mm.

[JAMIE] You answered him true.

He's as brave a leader as any I've seen.

I hope it wasn't a huge mistake.

Jamie.

I saw him, Claire.

I saw my son.

And?

I nearly shot him.

He was unharmed

when last I laid eyes upon him.

Well, the fighting's over now.

How long till the British surrender is finalized?

Days,

certainly.

The terms must be negotiated.

And I'll sleep and not get up until they are.

[SIGHS]

[MAN] Colonel Fraser? May I enter?

Aye. Enter.

I am here under a flag of truce.

Speak freely.

You are requested in the British camp, sir.

General Simon Fraser has learned of your presence and wishes to see you.

Before it is too late.

Will you come?

Aye. My wife and I will come.

Thank you.

I will accompany you.

[GENERAL FRASER GASPING]

Your kinsman has arrived, sir.

[GENERAL FRASER GRUNTS, COUGHS]

He hasn't long.

I'm so sorry, Jamie.

[EXHALES]

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

[IN ENGLISH] I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.

It is gladness to see you once more

on this Earth.

[SPEAKING GAELIC]

Nah.

[EXHALES]

[COUGHS]

[IN ENGLISH] The last I saw you,

we were lads,

running after the older boys wi' shinty sticks taller than ourselves.

[CHUCKLES, GASPS]

[COUGHS]

Sorry it must come to this.

Away from kin.

Away from Scotland.

I have kin with me now.

And I am content

to die

among my comrades.

[RANSOM] Mistress Fraser.

[CLAIRE] William.

Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.

I'm glad to find you well.

And you.

Are you going in?

I have said my goodbyes.

Your husband is here, I presume. The brigadier's cousin?

- To see him before... - Yes.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Or did you mean the battle?

War is a terrible business, William.

No matter who wins.

That's the part no one tells you about.

I'm beginning to see that.

I gather you've seen a great deal of war then.

More than might seem possible.

He's gone.

William's here.

[COLONEL GRANT] Where is your hat, Ellesmere?

Apologies, sir.

Some Rebel whoreson shot it off my head.

[COLONEL GRANT] Good God, man, lucky you weren't killed.

I, uh...

believe I owe you a hat.

Sir.

Evidently, that was the Rebel whoreson who deprived you of your hat.

Very decent of him.

Why did you do that?

Because, Claire,

for the second time in his life, I've come within an inch of shooting my son.

First was the night of his birth.

And I thought all at once, what if I dinna miss a third time?

I thought I must at least

try to speak to him once

as a man,

in case it was my only chance.

[COLONEL GRANT] Well, put it on then, Captain.

We must show a good example to the men, you know.

Captain?

Fraser wanted you made captain after the first battle.

Should've been done then but, well,

General Burgoyne signed the order this evening.

Did he know?

That it had been done? Yes. I told him.

[INHALES SHARPLY] God, it's cold.

No, don't.

The donor of your hat, James Fraser, said we must leave it open.

Some Highland fancy about the soul requiring an exit.

Impressive gentleman, the brigadier's kinsman.

Indeed.

Burgoyne's men are to ground their weapons on the banks of the Hudson,

sail for England.

The only condition of the surrender is that they must

never fight in this war again.

So William's safe.

Aye.

Colonel Fraser.

General Gates, sir.

A word with you, Colonel.

Of course.

I require a favor of you.

With pleasure, sir.

I gather you've heard terms of surrender have been reached.

Generous terms, I think you will agree.

Oh, very generous, indeed, sir.

There is one additional request from Burgoyne

before he will agree to sign the capitulation.

They tell me you are a cousin to General Simon Fraser.

Aye.

The general had, at one time, expressed that should he die abroad,

that he wished to be taken back to Scotland,

that he might lie at peace there.

You want me to take Simon's body to Scotland?

Yes. It is Burgoyne's last stipulation.

He says the general was much beloved by his men,

and knowing his wish is fulfilled will reconcile them to leaving the war,

as they will not feel they are abandoning him.

Has any provision been made for my returning to Scotland, sir?

There is a blockade.

You will be transported with your wife on one of His Majesty's ships.

Have I your agreement, Colonel Fraser?

We're leaving the war.

It's only a year later than we hoped,

but we're getting our wish, Sassenach.

We're going to Scotland.

[SIGHS]

[RACHEL] Scotland?

Aye.

[WHINES]

It's so far away.

The voyage will be long and difficult, I imagine.

Aye. But go I must.

To honor a promise I made long ago.

We must indeed honor our promises.

I've one to ask of you as well.

[WHINES SOFTLY]

Will you watch over Rollo for me?

Of course I will.

Not only because I adore him,

but because it means thee will return.

The army is marching south.

Thee may find me at Valley Forge I am told.

[WHOOSHING]

[WHOOSHING INTENSIFIES]

Take this. He'll be cold.

I love you.

I will find him, Bree.

I'll bring him home.

Go.

Bye, Daddy.

[ROLLO BARKS]

Good day to thee.

You have a handsome hound.

I thank thee, but he's not mine. His master's gone abroad.

I'm only looking after him until he returns.

- [ROLLO WHIMPERS] - [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

He likes thee. He doesn't do that with everyone.

Your friend must love you very much to entrust you with his dog.

I hope he'll return to you soon.

[MEOWS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

I miss my dog.

I'm sure he's much happier on dry land with Rachel.

- Mm. I'd sell my soul to be on dry land. - Do you want to try the needles again?

We are the representation of the dignity

of the American cause on this ship.

I'll not walk around looking like a porcupine.

Was it the dignity of the American cause I saw earlier

puking his hardtack into the Irish Sea?

It was, aye.

[LAUGHS]

[BELL DINGING]

Is that what I think it is?

[MAN IN DISTANCE] Land, hoy!

[SIGHS]

[MAN SINGS IN GAELIC]

Scotland.