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Previously...

Arch Bug, is that you?

He means to kill someone
I love.

Your friend must love you
very much

to entrust you with his dog.

I'm only looking after him
until he returns.

Jemmy knows this place.

If he got away from Cameron,
he'd run for Lallybroch.

It's best that you stay here.
You're injured.

The British will
have to show you mercy.

Mercy?

Oh, come now, cousin.

We're celebrating
your new posting.

It will be glorious.

It's John's nephew, Henry.

He was injured in battle.

We can't leave now.

I can't, but you...

Have ye asked her
to wait for ye?

Promise me you'll go to her.

But I should be with him

for the rest of his life.

Your Da wants you

to go and live
the rest of your life.

Oh, Christ.

What may I do for ye?

Always guard yer head.
Now push me back.

Fight as one.

See if ye can take me down.

Mind yer feet, Jamie.

Stumble and ye're good as dead.

Good, Ian.

Look for yer chance!

Jamie's hurt, Da.

No, I'm not.

But you would be in a fight.
And why is that?

Because we didna fight as one.

Aye.

Fight as brothers,
and ye'll never lose.

You must stand
on Jamie's left, son,

for you must always protect
yer chief's weaker side.

And never leave it.

I must say...

I ken Claire had
a few years on you,

but I never guessed it was 200.

Two hundred and seven.

Oh, Christ, it hurts.

Feels like
there's a knife in my chest.

If I could take your place,
I would.

I'm no' bothered so much
about dyin', but...

holy God, the slowness of it
is killing me.

If there are miracles about

such as yer wife
in the world...

just think what awaits us
in paradise, eh?

Aye.

One thing, though.

You could have yer leg back.

Oh, God. Don't laugh.

Christ, Jenny'll kill me

if ye cough up a lung
and die out here.

Ye remember when...

we gave each other blood
for blood?

That's when we lost Willie.

Ye came to me.

Said ye'll be my brother.

Aye.

Course I remember.

I've loved you as one
ever since.

It will not be long now, love.

On your left, man.

Jenny...

Ye should have Michael
and Young Jamie help ye.

I want to do it.

When must ye leave?

I'll stay
as long as ye need me.

Michael's agreed
to accompany Joan

to her convent in Paris.

So I'll visit her there...

and then return to Philadelphia.

Ye could come wi' me.

Stay wi' us at the Ridge.

Perhaps I'll join ye one day,

in America,

when the war is over
and the weans need me the less.

But not today.

Where d'ye think he is, Jamie?

Ian, I mean.

Is he already gone?

He's just here.

Where he's always been.

D'ye think he's gone yet?

I don't know.

Sometimes people hang on
for a long time,

even when they're very ill.

When is his birthday?

It's in May sometime.

Near Uncle Jamie's.

Why?

'Cause sometimes,

people hold on
till after their birthdays

before dying.

Were you with yer parents
when they died?

No.

My parents died in an accident
when I was five.

I should ha' stayed wi' him.

He wanted you to go.

He wanted you to find Rachel.

I wish he could ha' met her.

Wish she could ha' met him.

Have you told her about him?

No.

Well, you can now.

The porter at the dock
assured me that

the Continental Army are still
encamped at Valley Forge.

That's where she'll be.

I'll find a horse
and go after her.

All right.

Be careful.

It is still a war.

I knew the city was under
British occupation,

but I never imagined
we'd be searched upon arrival.

The porter said there's
a wee problem with spies.

Papers.

Safe Passage.

Signed by General Burgoyne
himself.

Thank you, sir.

Let 'em through.

Apparently, women aren't
considered much of a threat.

May I help you?

Yes. Is your mistress at home?

Bless you, Madam.
I have no mistress.

The house is mine.

- You're Mrs. Woodcock?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm Claire Fraser.

Please forgive my presumption.

I'm here to operate
on Lord Henry Grey.

- Is he here?
- He is.

We've been fervently praying
you would come.

Please, call me Mercy.

I'll look in on him now,
if I may.

And then perhaps afterwards,
you could tell me

where I might find his uncle,
Lord John.

I'm supposed to be
staying with him.

You'll find him
at his nephew's side

both day and night.

John.

It's good to see you.

Better to see you,

sooner than
I could've hoped.

Well, we had a fair wind.

We made the crossing
in five weeks.

Jamie had to stay in Scotland.

His brother-in-law is dying.

I'm very sorry to hear it.

You've returned to service.

I've resigned my commission,

but the uniform
is mine to wear.

I do so for intimidation.

Who are you intimidating?

The city's under
British control.

He's protecting me, ma'am.

I am for independency.

Henry was given
into Mrs. Woodcock's care

as a prisoner of war

when the city was still held
by the Continentals.

When it came under
British control,

well, I--

I did not see a reason
to change his circumstances.

He cannot be moved in any case.

Come.

Before I perform the operation,

I'll need to visit
the apothecary

to purchase some vitriol
to make ether.

I'm afraid you'll find that
all the vitriol in town

has already been purchased.

Who could possibly need--

You never told me how
your experiment turned out,

but I remembered sending you
vitriol some years ago.

I thought you might be
needing it again.

I never wrote to you
before I left.

How did you know I'd come?

I knew.

What seems to be ailing him?

Aye, uh, it's--

I'm sorry.

Am I a shocking sight to ye, sir?

Yes, you could say that.

No, Mistress.

Only...

you're younger than I expected.

I was told that you were
very wise in the old ways

and made assumption
as to your age.

It's his heart.

and his breathing
is most difficult.

Do I ken ye, sir?

Well, you should.

He's your son.

Boiled foxglove steeped in tea
will help.

I'll brew some, shall I?

Thank ye, Mistress...

Duncan.

Geillis Duncan.

And yer name, sir?

Roger.

Uh, MacKenzie.

Well, then, Mr. MacKenzie,

I'll just step out
to the garden for the herbs.

Ye ken her somehow.

Aye.

Her real name
is Gillian Edgars.

She's a time-traveler.

Brianna and I met her in 1968
in Inverness.

She's the one you wrote about.

The one who believed
in blood sacrifice.

Aye.

She killed her husband
at the foot of the stones

before coming to this time.

I saw the man's burned body.

It was 12 years ago for me...

...but I think
maybe less for her.

Christ.

Mebbe I dinna want to have
her foxglove tea after all.

She's killed five husbands
in all.

Or she will.

And she'll try to kill Bree.

She's disturbed.

Does she ken Robert Cameron?

He's...

from her time, is he no'?

He's from her town.

And he's a history "nut"
like her too.

But--but she left in 1968.

Why would Rob kidnap Jem
12 years later

and bring him to her here?

No, Rob wants Jem to take him
to the gold, but...

the gold won't even be there
for another 40 years.

No, he's here by mistake.

It's just--

It's just a coincidence
that she's here too.

Do you really believe that?

I...

I'll take a look around.

He can't eat.

He can't swallow a thing
but soup,

and none so much of that.

He wasn't but skin and bones
when they brought him to me.

Is the pain constant?

Nearly so, ma'am, and...

diabolical
at the least movement.

Do you have any pain
in your back here?

How about here?

You were shot twice.

How many musket balls remain?

One.

He submitted himself
to two surgeries

before I arrived.

Both unsuccessful.

And a third, more recently.

Yes, after I wrote to you.

Dr. Hunter removed
one of the musket balls

at Christmas.

But Henry didn't improve.

Dr. Hunter?

- Denzell Hunter?
- Oh, yes.

I--I forgot.

You know him.

William mentioned that you did.

He's here in Philadelphia?

Dr. Hunter and William both.

William is paroled
and staying with me.

They met each other last year.

It seems they both saved
each other's lives

quite in succession.

At any rate,

William brought the doctor
to us,

and he has done much
to restore our hopes.

The musket ball was lodged
under the pancreas.

I-I went in near the hole
it had made entering

and was able to locate it
with forceps.

But the other,
I could not find.

I-I worry it may lie near
the hepatic portal vein.

And I dared not probe
very hard for it,

as hemorrhage would certainly
have proved fatal.

Sounds like you did
what you could,

save from opening him up.

Opening him up?

What--surely he would have died
of shock.

Well, you will see
what can be accomplished

with the use of ether.

John has purchased the vitriol,

but I could really use
your help in building a still.

Thee is a rare breed, Claire.

'Tis a joy to see thee again.

Now, Rachel will be pleased
to see thee too.

And I her.

I...

I just hope Ian sees her

before he leaves
for Valley Forge.

They did not have comfrey.
Denny will be disappointed.

What is it?

I've grown a beard
waiting for you.

I wasn't gone but a moment.

A man could walk
three times around the city

in one of your moments.

Well, I do not see a beard.

I had the time
to shave as well.

- Do we require anything more?
- Yes.

Wood ears.

Must the dog come
with you everywhere?

The dog does what the dog will.

Besides, he has a nose

for the choicest mushrooms
in the market.

Will thee return
to Boston soon?

I hope not.

Languishing in Boston
with the Convention Army

waiting to return to England...

it's not a place for me.

And though I cannot fight,

I would rather be
in a Loyalist city,

where I can be of use
to General Howe.

And I would rather be with you.

Even though
I am not a loyalist?

Even though.

When first we met,

I knew thee was
a British soldier.

I thought maybe
thee was a deserter.

But I am pleased thee is not.

Are you?

Would you not prefer that
I abjure my military service

and seek peace?

Of course I would
that thee would seek peace.

And find it.

But one cannot find peace
in oath-breaking.

I will remember that.

What's he after?

Wood ears?

He would only run so quickly
for one person.

Rollo!

Rollo!

Rollo!

Ian?

Rollo!

Ian?

Rollo!

Ian!

Rollo? Rollo!

Cu snog!

Glad to see you too.

Where's Rachel?

Where is she?

What have ye done wi' her?

Do ye need one of those?

Who is it
ye would wish ill upon?

One so kind as ye?

No.

No one.

Sorry.

Have we met before,
Mr. MacKenzie?

Ye look familiar.

You said that
about my cousin too.

Perhaps if
we kent each other better,

it might arouse our memories.

I'm a married man.

And I'm a married woman.

That doesn't stop most men,
I find.

It stops me.

What troubles ye,
Mr. MacKenzie?

One, you're my
many times great-grandmother.

Two, you're a murderess.

Three...

my son's been kidnapped.

Och...

poor man.

What's his name, yer lad?

Jeremiah.

Jem.

He was taken two nights ago

by a man who's been seen
in these parts.

Some say a faerie man.

But not you.

Do you no' believe in faeries
then, Mr. MacKenzie?

Oh, I believe
I'm looking at one now.

Me? Uh--

As I said,
I was told you were...

so wise in the old ways

as to be one
of the old ones yourself.

Who was it
who spoke so kindly of me?

A friend.

Robert Cameron.

Well...

ye shall have to introduce me
to this Robert Cameron

so that I can thank him
for his compliments.

Do you not know him?

I ken many Camerons,

but none of them
are named Robert.

And I'm no faerie.

Would that I were,
I could help ye find yer lad.

Will ye excuse me,
Mr. MacKenzie?

She's not part of it.

She doesn't know Rob.
I'm sure of it.

Let's go.

Canna be mere chance.

Why her of all people?

To get you well.

Maybe that's all.

These men are askin' after ye.

Feasgar math.

Ye're the ones looking
for the faerie man?

I have something
that may interest ye.

And you are?

Dougal MacKenzie, of Beannachd.

Oh, Christ.

If he begins to stir at all,

three or four more drops
of the ether should do it.

And make sure that
his breathing remains steady.

Yes, Mrs. Fraser.

He doesn't feel a thing.

And he won't,

if I have anything
to do about it.

I--I've seen
the insides of bodies before,

but usually,
they're shattered and ruined.

To--to open the abdomen

and not even wake
the patient up,

to see the organs gleaming
and throbbing with life...

- Is that...
- Gallbladder.

Looks like a jade pear.

I found it.

Here.

In the intestine.

Can you feel that?

Yes.

When it entered,

it must still have been
hot enough

to sear the intestinal wall.

Cautery.

I think I can do a resection--

cut out the damaged tissue
and stitch it back together.

I'll need your help.

I wonder how long it will take.

I have only seen Claire perform
field operations in war.

Those are often quick.

But without the imperative
of other wounded,

perhaps she will take longer.

Perhaps that is a good thing.

I wish I had your faith.

Or at least your strength.

The clock has stopped.

We will look for the dog again

after we hear
of Henry's condition.

When he ran from me,

I was certain that
Ian had returned.

You were correct.

Yes, but Claire said Ian
was seeking me at Valley Forge.

What if Rollo didn't find him?

Or if he was only chasing
after something else?

I will have missed Ian

and lost his dog
in the same moment.

Perhaps the dog will return
to the inn

where you've been staying.

Left, left, left!

March on!

The fighting will start up
again in earnest soon,

won't it?

It seems so,
with the winter gone.

What a strange thing.

In only a little while,
we shall be enemies again.

They're finished.

He survived.

You were wonderful in there.

I've rarely seen someone
so attentive to the task.

Thank you.

I'm so relieved
it was successful.

I had begun to lose hope.

You're very close to him.

Yeah, we have become so.

May I ask you something?

My husband's name is Walter.

Dr. Hunter told me

he amputated my husband's leg
at Ticonderoga.

I was wondering
if you were his wife.

He told me Walter needed
to be left at the fort,

that you went back
after the retreat.

He--he thought maybe
you would know if Walter...

There were complications
from the surgery.

A blood clot.

I was with him when he died.

It was a quick
and peaceful passing.

I'm so sorry.

He died thinking of you.

We parted in anger.

He mentioned that...

said he regretted it very much.

Was but one of many quarrels.

Now I know it is the last.

He wanted to make it up to you,
if it's any consolation.

He truly loved you.

I must go and feed our horses.

I thank thee
for seeing me home.

I have never felt myself
your enemy, Miss Hunter.

I hope you know that.

And I shall always be
your friend.

And I, thine.

Is there more thee would say?

No. Nothing.

It will wait.

Rollo?

Miss Hunter.

Let me go!

I think not.

Yer friend Ian has returned.

He's looking for ye.

Oh, I could kill ye now.

But I want him to see it.

If ye swear not to scream,

I'll allow ye to breathe
for a few moments more.

Why is thee doing this?

Ian Murray killed my wife.

No.

No, he wouldn't.

I will tell you
what he would and would not do.

Ian, thee has found us.

Denzell, it's good to see you.

She's not here.

She's tending to our horses.

- At the stables in New Market.
- Thank you.

I do not blame thee
for thy grief nor thy rage,

but thee knows Ian did not
intend to harm thy wife.

Thee must know it is not right
to kill us both.

Not both, lass.

He will live with
what he sees today,

as I have.

But thee cannot hope to escape.

They will hang thee.

Aye.

And I will see my wife again.

I could never counsel
self-murder,

but if thee intends to die,
why must thee insist

upon staining thy death,
thy soul, with violence?

Ye think vengeance is a sin,
a stain?

It is a glory, lass.

It is my duty to my wife.

But why must I be forced
to serve thy beastly duty?

I have done nothing to thee
or thine!

Ian!

I knew you'd come for her.

Ian, don't kill him. Don't.

Let her go.

I followed ye
from the Ridge, lad.

Aye, it was me in the woods.

I heard ye calling for me,
but I waited,

and I watched.

I followed ye to Wilmington...

to Saratoga,

to Philadelphia,

to her.

And you tell me to let her go?

No, sir!

I warned ye, did I no'?

I should ha' killed ye
the moment ye did!

Please! Don't kill him!

Ian! I'm here!

- I'm all right.
- I'm here.

You must leave.

I'll see to the body.

They won't arrest me.

Take Ian to Claire.

I'm so sorry, Ian.

It's no' yer fault.

It's no one's fault but Arch's.

Thee feared him, all this time?

What he might do?

That's why thee said
thee was afraid

I might die
because I loved thee?

And because I loved you.

Does thee?

Ye ken well I do.

I said it.

Thee said it, if thee said it,

in some other tongue.

I speak only English.

I love you.

The world is turning
upside down, and...

and yet, you were
the only constant thing,

the only thing that binds me
to the Earth.

Rachel, I...

I would become Quaker
for yer sake,

but I ken I'm not one
in my heart.

I think I never could be.

You wouldna want me
to say words I didna mean

or pretend to be something
I canna be.

No.

I wouldn't want that.

Then how...

Thy dog is a wolf, is he not?

He is.

Well... mostly.

And yet,
he is thy boon companion.

A creature of rare courage

and affection,

and altogether a worthy being?

Aye.

Thee is a wolf too.

And I know it.

But thee is my wolf.

And if thee hunts at night...

I know thee will come home.

And sleep at thy feet.

- Good morning, Claire.
- Good morning, Sissy.

Got anything new for me today?

Uh, the goldenseal
has flowered.

- Would thee like to see?
- Marvelous.

Over this way.

Good foraging, ma'am?

Best haul yet.

This arrived
at Lord John's today.

"My dearest Claire..."

"...Ian is gone."

"It has been ten days
since he passed."

I'm so sorry, Ian.

We kent it already, Auntie.

I'm at peace.

He said he's visited Joan
at her convent in France.

And he's been meeting
with some Frenchmen.

Friends of Mr. Franklin.

That must be Benjamin Franklin.

Signs it,
"Your Ink-stain'd Wretch

and Most Devoted Husband,
Jamie."

That's it?

"Postscriptum:

"I have been so absorbed
in Composition as to forget

"my original intent
in writing to say that

I have booked Passage
on the Euterpe. "

"Sailing from Brest
in two weeks' time."

In two weeks' time?

The letter is dated
the first of April.

He left six weeks ago, Auntie.

He could be here any day.

You look as though
you've seen a ghost.

No, sir.

But if you have something
that might relate to my son,

perhaps I'm seeing
a guardian angel.

Ah, well, ye'll ken that
better than I.

My man won this
in a game of dice

with a tinker in Port na Craig.

It's some kind of charm.

Thought it might belong

to the faerie man
that's been seen about.

Do you recognize it?

Cousin?

No, I've...

never seen its like.

Hmm. We uh, thought it might be
yer son's name.

John Murray said that
the lad's name was Jeremiah.

Aye.

A charm, you say?

May I keep this, sir?

I'd like to find
this tinker you spoke of.

Aye, of course.

And thank you, Mistress Duncan,
for your unexpected kindness.

Duncan.

Are ye the procurator fiscals'
new wife?

I am.

Yer servant, Mistress.

Perhaps ye could show me
yer wares?

That charm means somethin'
to ye.

It's not a charm.

They're military
identification tags.

They'll give them out
to servicemen

about 200 years from now.

These belonged to my father.

He went missing in action.

Well, you--
you canna be sure of that.

How many MacKenzies are there,
for God's sake?

A lot.

But not so bloody many

who flew
for the Royal Air Force.

And even fewer who disappeared

without a trace
in the middle of a war.

They never found his body.

He'd be wearing
strange clothing.

Short coat, long trousers.

My God.

The faerie man
isn't Rob Cameron.

It's my father.

He's here.

Mercy?

Mrs. Fraser, I didn't see you.

- How's Henry?
- He's resting.

What's wrong?

You and your husband
are Rebels,

aren't you, Mrs. Fraser?

Truly and deeply?

Deeper than you can imagine.

So whatever it is
you have to say,

you can say it.

I have been working
with the Continentals.

As a courier, mostly.

Sometimes I listen
at the market.

I hear things.

If they're interesting,
I report them,

but mostly, I take letters.

You are a spy?

I take the letters
out of the city.

Always to the same place.

Someone else gets 'em there.
I don't know who.

I only know the man
I get them from,

and he's been caught.

- Are you in danger?
- I--I might be.

You see,
I don't know anyone else,

and I have a letter now
that must be delivered.

It's important.

It's for General Washington,
but I was followed today.

I'm certain of it.

I lost them in the market,

but they're looking for me
on all the roads out of town.

They know my face.

They know mine too.

But they never search me

when I go out of town
to Bartrams' garden.

Are you saying that you'll...

Just tell me
where to deliver it to.

The message
has to be deciphered,

but they'll know what it is
if they see it.

Even if they can't read it,
they'll arrest you.

Captain Morse.

Foraging again so soon?

We saw you only yesterday.

I'm a healer in a town
of convalescing soldiers.

You've no idea how quickly
I go through my supplies.

You cannot find what you need
at the market?

I need arrowroot.

It's not available
for purchase,

but it is growing
at the garden that I visit.

It's very effective
for diarrhea.

Many of my patients
have dysentery

and suffer from
explosive bowels.

You may accompany me
if you wish.

I'd welcome the conversation.

Thank you.

No.

Have a good day.

Ah, Mrs. Figg.

I hope I'm not late for dinner.

I'll go freshen up.

No, there is a visitor for you,
Mistress.

He's in the parlour
with Lord John.

Claire.

John.

Come in.

There's been...

- I--I don't...
- What is it?

- Is it Henry?
- No, it's not Henry.

There has been--I have...

...some bad news.

I can see that.

Sit down, please,
before you fall down.

What's happened?

I--sorry. Who are you?

Amias Ratliff, Madam,
captain of the HMS Roberts.

Jamie's ship, the Euterpe...

...was lost at sea.

Lost with all hands.

No.

No, it wasn't.

I take no joy in telling you,

Madam, it is true.

Lost with all hands.

The storm...

With all hands...

- Lost.
- Was lost at sea.

The storm...

I saw Euterpe go down.

Was lost at sea.

Broaching wave...

Lost at sea.

That doesn't happen.

- Swallowed her.
- Lost at sea.

With all hands...

Swallowed her whole
into the belly of the sea.

Claire, he has proof.

Claire, he has proof.

I was given this manifest

by an informant of mine
employed at the port in Brest.

Lost with all hands.

Hands...

I am sorry.

I am sorry.

Survivors? Surely.

He stayed in those waters
for two days searching.

There were none.

Not one body.

You're wrong.

I would feel it.

I would know.

Claire.

I know this man.
He is telling the truth.

Then you don't know me.

I would feel it in my heart
if his had stopped.

Do you understand?

Mine would stop too.

Perhaps it already has.

He's dead, Claire.

He's gone.

Sassenach.

...pick you up and throw you
over my shoulder...

Claire...

You are my home now.

I love you so much
I can scarcely breathe.

And the day shall come
that we do part.

If my last words
are not, "I love you,"

you ken it's because
I didna have time.

Claire, at least
let me know you're alive.

I'm alive.

Go away.

Lord John, you have a visitor.

Richardson.

- Lord John.
- What a surprise.

You're stationed here now?

- I am.
- Does William know?

He's here
as part of house staff.

He'd be pleased to see you.

And I him.

To what do I owe the pleasure
of your company?

It's Mrs. Fraser, I'm afraid.

How well do you know her?

Well, she's the wife--

the, um...

Widow of a very good friend.

Why?

I propose to arrest the lady
as a spy

and wished to be certain there
was no personal attachment

on your part before I did so.

A spy?

Are you mad?

She's been delivering missives
for the Rebels.

And before you ask,
yes, I'm sure.

One of my men intercepted
some of the messages.

Have a look if you like.

No.

I'd heard she'd been received
at your residence.

Out of respect
for your position,

I thought I should ask.

She is not a...

...friend?

She's a physician.

She's been
of the greatest service

to me and my nephew.

I respect her, of course,
and I'm shocked.

But there is no attachment, no.

She's not here at the moment.

She is, um...
she is in mourning.

She is at church.

Of course.

And I do not wish
to cause you embarrassment.

Since she is domiciled here
with you,

I can allow you a day.

You must marry me.

You can't possibly have said

what I think you said.

Indeed I did.

You must dress at once.

This is cruel.

Are you aware that
you are about to be arrested

and hanged as a spy?

So it's true, then.

Claire,
if it is remotely possible

they have the evidence
that they say they have,

you must marry me now.

Why would I want to do that?

Not to mention that

I don't believe for an instant
you want to marry me.

Believe it.

I will do it

because it is the last service
I can render Jamie Fraser.

I can protect you.

As my wife, they cannot--

or at least they will not--
touch you.

What if I would rather
let them hang me?

You would not want that.

Because you are not
the only one they will seek.

Ian and Rachel,
Denzell and Mercy--

all Rebels, all suspect.

- They would take them too?
- Yes.

But I can protect you.

Please.
There is not a moment to lose.

Marry me.