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[CLAIRE] Previously...

It's her heart.

- Can you fix it? - No, I can't.

But I know somebody who can.

I went through the stones once to save my baby.

We took an instant liking to each other. Did we no', Adso?

Hello, cat.

[JOCASTA] Hector had stolen a case of gold.

King of France's mark on it. Must be intended for Charles Stuart.

Hector.

- [JAMIE] News of our death. - [CLAIRE] January. We die in a fire.

- Search the house. You find anything? - [MURDINA] Give that gold back.

- [IN GAELIC] Where did that come from? - [IN GAELIC] No concern of yers.

[IN ENGLISH] It's gemstones I'm after. Maybe she hid them in there.

[OBJECTS CLATTERING, BREAKING]

- What's that smell? - Ether. Don't breathe in the fumes.

[MAN] It's too damn dark!

No! No, don't do that!

[UPBEAT SCOTTISH MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

[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? ♪

[CHILDREN GIGGLING]

We've been keeping it safe, but I've been dying to know what's inside.

The bank said it's been in their vault for 200 years.

Uh...

Maybe I should check on the kids.

They're outside in the garden with Ernie and the girls, I'll check on them for you.

Thank you.

I'm glad Mandy's doing so well, and I'm so glad you've come back.

[ROGER] Huh.

A musket ball?

[BRIANNA] Hmm.

[JAMIE] My dear daughter,

as you will see if you ever receive this,

we are alive.

[CLAIRE] Don't. The ether!

Wendigo! Blow that out!

[JAMIE] Arch! Murdina!

Get out!

Claire!

[EXPLOSION]

Both, your mother and I, are safe and well,

and we will always have a home, as long as we have each other.

[CLAIRE PANTS]

- Uncle! - [LIZZIE] Mistress!

What's happened?

Run for help. We need water!

Come on, men, come on!

[MAN] Come on! I say, come on!

Let me.

[YELLS]

- Here. - [YOUNG IAN] Move back!

[CRACKLES]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

[CRACKLES]

Enough.

Enough!

It canna be saved!

Thank you all,

but there's nothing more we can do.

Well, it's not January.

Aye.

And we're not dead.

So much for our obituary.

Bloody newspapers.

Never get anything right.

[FLAMES WHOOSHING]

You and your bloody matches.

You burned the house down.

[SCOFFS]

What?

No, it was Mama's ether.

Come on, any kind of spark could have caused that explosion.

But it wasn't any kind of spark.

Wendigo lit one of your matches.

You and your mother.

The 18th century is lucky to have survived you.

Me? Why are you saying that?

Because, Brianna, it was you.

You caused a fire that they survived.

A different fire. Look at the date.

The fire from the obituary didn't happen.

[CHUCKLES] It couldn't happen.

There was nothing left to burn.

So we actually did it.

We saved them. We changed history.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

[CREAKS]

[BLOWS]

[OBJECTS CLATTERS]

[CLANKS]

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC CONTINUES]

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[JAMIE] Your hair smells of smoke, Sassenach.

[CLAIRE] Everything smells of smoke.

When you're called to the aid of a dying man,

why is it that you never say no?

Ever?

Though you ken the case is hopeless?

Because I can't.

Because I...

I cannot admit there is anything to do

but go on.

Nor will I.

[KISSES]

I'm going to go and wash the soot out of these.

[MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYS]

I found this.

Thought you might like it back.

'Tis Willie. Lord John's lad, no?

Aye.

I recognize his face from when he was here at the Ridge.

Glad to have it back. Thank you.

It's a shame they never returned.

Aye.

But I did see him again.

In Wilmington.

Just before we saw your cousins away.

He's grown.

A soldier.

Goes by William now.

You must be proud.

How did you ken?

When he was here,

I saw you looking at him the way you were looking at that portrait.

That, and, from what I remember, he was a stubborn lad.

Wasna afraid to speak his mind either.

Reminded me of my mother.

And you.

He's a Fraser sure enough.

Does he ken?

He can never know he's my son.

Dinna fash, Uncle.

You need Fraser blood to see it in him.

I will never speak of it to a soul.

[LIZZIE] We've brought you some parsnip soup, mistress.

The fisherfolk have sent blankets for you.

And I thought you might be needing a spare blouse.

And a shawl, maybe.

- Lizzie. - [LIZZIE] Please.

That's the least I can do.

And if you'd like to change now,

I can help you to wash the soot from the one you're wearing.

Thank you.

Is there anything we can help you with?

Me and Kezzie could carry what you've salvaged

up to Rog and Brianna's old cabin.

That would be nice.

Is there something else?

Adso.

We've looked everywhere for your wee cheetie.

In the woods, near the river.

We havena found him.

I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere.

Of course he will.

I guess you'll be wanting to explain this, Mr. Bug.

I dinna owe ye an explanation about anything.

There's a mark of the fleur-de-lis.

It was meant for Charles Stuart, was it no'?

[MR. BUG] Aye, it was.

Do you ken how it came to be in your wife's possession?

Thieves burnt down my house. I willna have any more on the Ridge.

I'm no thief.

Neither is my wife.

It's your own blood that's done the taking.

Jocasta Cameron and that bastard of a husband of hers, Hector,

they're the thieves you speak of.

How so?

There were three of us when the gold came ashore from France.

Dougal MacKenzie took one-third and Hector Cameron another.

I was the third man, tacksman to Malcolm Grant, who sent me.

The French gold,

the lost Jacobite gold,

is here in America?

Aye. It is.

But it came too late to make a difference to the cause.

So Grant used it for the good of the clan.

I dinna know what Dougal did with his,

but Hector Cameron, he fled, he was a traitor! And his wife wi' him.

I only had to set eyes on River Run to see where the gold had been spent.

But not all of it.

What I'm wondering,

is how the devil you found what was left of it and got it away.

Each time I went to River Run, I searched every cupboard, every closet.

Then it came to me.

Hector Cameron was no' a man to part wi' anything

only for reason of being dead.

It was in his crypt with him.

So whenever I went to River Run,

piece by piece, I took back what the coward stole from Scotland!

A man who takes from a thief is made a thief himself.

[MR. BUG] I only wished to take it back from the Camerons.

I am a man of my word, Seaumais Mac Brian.

I swore an oath to my chief, and I kept it till he died.

I swore an oath to the king across the water,

and I kept that, too.

I swore loyalty to George of England when I came upon this shore.

So tell me now, where does my duty lie?

You swore an oath to me, too.

I am thinking now that the oath that matters most

is the one I made to my wife.

Where is the rest of it?

Somewhere you'll never find it.

You are free of your oath to me.

Take your life from my hand, take this, take your wife and go. Do not return.

It's all been for nothing, Murdina.

- He's sending us away. - What?

I was Chief Tacksman once. A man of worth.

And in my eyes, that's what you'll always be.

There's no shame in what we've done.

- I'm no' begging them to let us stay. - No, sir.

We've spent years on our knees,

scrubbing their floors, washing their clothes,

we've slaughtered their pigs, we've served them their meals.

We've seen things, and yet we look the other way.

We've earned this, Arch.

This is our time.

[SHOVELING]

Aye, it's him.

You think he hid the gold there?

He's hid it somewhere we'd never find it, right under our noses.

Let him find what he's looking for first.

You go behind him. If he runs, stop him.

[OBJECT THUDS]

Mr. Bug? Arch Bug.

Come out of there. I will speak with you.

[ARROW WHIZZES]

[LABORED BREATHING]

Mrs. Bug?

I need Arch.

Archie.

[LABORED BREATHING]

[YOUNG IAN] No, I...

I thought she was...

[SPLUTTERS] The coat, the hat...

[YOUNG IAN CHOKES]

I didna ken.

I didna ken it was you.

[THUDS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

She was always kind to me.

She took care of me.

Of all of us.

And I...

And you were protecting Jamie.

Aye.

But she protected me.

She kept our secret, Auntie.

Why did I do it?

The shot only grazed Uncle Jamie.

She's lying in there.

I canna take it back, or undo it.

And yet,

I keep looking for some way that I can.

Something I can do to make it right.

Are you breathing, Ian?

Aye.

I think so.

Then that's all you have to do for now.

[CLAIRE] After talking to Ian, I had to take my own advice.

Put on a brave face,

be strong, and keep breathing.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Any sign of Arch?

No. I called out for him after.

There was no answer. I looked around, too.

Why would he hide the gold under our home? Didn't he worry that we'd find it?

We never did. Why did I not let her take it?

What did it matter?

[JAMIE SIGHS SOFTLY]

Murdina,

wife of Archibald,

you'll be missed.

Amen.

I hate that she's going to her grave

when things weren't right between us.

[LIZZIE] Mrs. Bug will be the guardian now, will she not, Mistress Fraser?

It suits her.

- [CLAIRE] The guardian? - [JAMIE] Aye.

The last person to lie in the graveyard becomes its guardian.

They must stand in guard

until the next person dies and comes to take their place.

Only then can they rest.

What is the guardian of the graveyard guarding?

And from whom?

Vandals, desecraters, charmers.

Even the dead may need defending.

Who better to do that than a ghost?

I wonder who the guardian was before.

Well, if it was the last person to be buried here,

that would be Malva Christie.

Well, Mrs. Bug is in charge now.

Malva can go home to heaven.

Mr. Bug.

I trust you wouldn't turn an old man away from his wife's funeral.

[JAMIE] 'Course not.

I'd have her taken to her rest with the proper observances.

Will you sing, Mistress Fraser?

I, uh...

Yes, Arch.

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Ave ♪

♪ Ave dominus ♪

♪ Dominus tecum ♪

[SOBBING]

[JAMIE] Death, be not proud

Though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful

For thou art not so

Poor death

One short sleep past

We wake, eternally

And death shall be no more

Death, thou shalt die

[CAWING]

Mr. Bug.

It was by my hand that this woman of great worth has died.

I didna take her life by malice, or of a purpose.

And it is a sorrow to me.

I swear by my iron, a life for a life.

Too easy, lad.

Will you give me your hound to kill?

No. It was my crime, not his.

Aye. You see, then?

He's naught but a flea-ridden beast.

Not a wife.

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

That I promise ye.

[CLAIRE] In the days that followed, we tried to lay our sorrows to rest.

Arch Bug did not return, and so we looked towards the future.

This place never ceases to amaze.

[JAMIE] So, uh,

I was thinking, maybe... You see that clearing there?

- [CLAIRE] Right over there? - Aye.

I was thinking, maybe,

that will be where the new house will stand,

if you think it suitable.

I didn't realize you'd already thought of a spot.

[JAMIE] Hmm.

Started thinking about it last year.

I kent that if anything should happen,

I'd be happier having considered what might become of us.

It's good to plan ahead, I suppose.

This is our home, no matter what.

I sincerely hope I'm not the one that has to do it,

but should the question ever arise,

would you like to be buried here?

Or taken back to Scotland?

I should be lucky to be buried at all, Sassenach.

Much more likely I'll be drowned, burnt, or left to rot in some battlefield.

Dinna fash.

If you have to dispose of my carcass, leave it out for the crows.

I'll bear that in mind.

You haven't asked what I want done with my body.

No.

And I never will.

Oh, I canna think of you dead, Claire.

Anything else, but not that.

When should we start building?

That's something I've been meaning to speak with you about.

I keep thinking

about Lallybroch.

You want to go back to Scotland?

Aye.

Something I must do.

I made a promise to my sister long ago.

I swore I'd bring Young Ian back to her.

This, I mean to do.

Although the man I bring back to her is not the lad who left.

God alone knows what they'll make of each other. Ian and Lallybroch.

God has a most peculiar sense of humor,

but with the war,

if he is to go back, it must be now.

I think that's a great idea.

That's settled then.

We'll leave in a few months' time, once our affairs are in order.

I'll speak with Ian. I'll write to Jenny.

There is another reason to go.

Another promise, you might say.

What's that?

I made a promise to myself.

I would never face my son across the barrel of a gun.

[JAMIE] God, guide me with thy wisdom.

God, chastise me with thy justice.

God, help me with thy mercy.

God, protect me with thy strength.

And, God,

please,

let me be enough.

Amen.

[CLAIRE] Mm.

Did you manage to get some sleep?

Aye. I did.

Finally.

[BOTH MOAN]

I had another dream, of your time.

[CLAIRE] Mm-hmm.

- Was I in it? - No.

It was our lassie, and the bairns.

Tell me what happened.

I saw them walk up to the front door of a house.

Roger Mac was wi' 'em.

They knocked,

and a wee brown-haired woman opened it. [CHUCKLES]

She laughed with joy to see them and brought them in.

They went down the hallway.

And Mandy was a wee bit older. She was well.

Did any of them call this woman by her name?

Aye. They did.

Roger Mac called her Fiona.

[GASPS SOFTLY]

Were they happy?

Aye.

Just at the last, just before I woke, wee Jem was messing about,

picking things up and putting them down as he does.

There was a thing on the table.

Dinna ken what it was. Never seen the like.

It was about

this wide and just a bit longer.

Something like a box, maybe, only humped.

- Humped? - Aye.

It had a thing on top, like a wee club,

only wi' a knob on each end

and it was tied to the box wi' a cord curled up on itself like a piglet's tail.

Uh...

Jem reached out to pick it up,

and said, "I want to speak to Grandda."

It's a telephone.

"Telephone."

You can talk to other people through it, across long distances.

I wish we could call them.

But,

our letters will have to do for now.

[JAMIE] This is the last of the gold I'm going to melt. We'll hide the rest.

Aye.

You will not forget which bag to load from, aye?

Dinna fash, Uncle.

I promise not to use solid gold when we're hunting.

Thinking what you'll say to your ma when you see her?

Aye. Trying not to think too much.

Get a queer feeling in my vein when I think of Lallybroch.

Why is that?

Brianna told me about this book she read in school

that said once ye'd left home,

you canna go back again.

I think maybe it is true.

I think you'll find your parents much as you left them.

[SIZZLING]

You may come as a greater shock to them.

I'm not that much taller, am I?

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Personally, I prefer Robert Frost.

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in."

No wonder you're fond of her, Uncle. She must be a rare comfort to you.

Yeah. She keeps taking me in.

So, I suppose she must be home.

No one on the Ridge kens of this gold's existence.

We canna let them find out.

If there's even a rumor of it, everyone here will be in danger.

- How did you find this place? - Ah.

Jem and I came upon it when we were hunting one day.

It was a secret between us.

We agreed to tell no one, not even his parents.

What, nor me?

Wee lad and his grandda need at least one secret.

So why do you call it the Spaniard's cave?

On account of the current occupant.

Oh.

[JAMIE] We found nothing wi' him, save his armor.

And this.

[RATTLES]

"Nuestra Señora de los Angeles."

- Certainly Spanish. - Aye.

Was Jem scared?

No. I was.

We had no lantern wi' us. I almost stepped on this fellow.

[CHUCKLES] Thought he was alive.

The shock of it was like to stop my heart.

The wee lad had a good laugh.

I wonder how he came to be here.

[JAMIE] Hmm.

Murdered, most likely.

There's, uh, another wee cave over here.

[CLAIRE] Perfect place for hiding treasure.

[JAMIE] Ah.

You and Jem weren't worried about being haunted by him?

No. We said the proper prayer for the repose of his soul

when I sealed the cave.

You really do know the proper prayer for every occasion, don't you?

There's always a prayer, a nighean.

Even if it's only "A Dhia, cuidich me."

Oh, God, help me.

[CLAIRE] Dear Bree, we've decided to leave the Ridge and go to Scotland.

Your father would like to keep his word to his sister

and bring Ian home.

He fears the forces of history may deprive him of a later opportunity.

But he trusts his Ardsmuir men

will take good care of the settlers till we return.

We've asked the Beardsleys to look after the site of the new house.

I'm teaching Lizzie how to treat ailments with herbs and medicines in my absence.

Yes. Chamomile.

Your father has insinuated that I have selfishly kept you all to myself,

so I will reluctantly allow him the honor of closing this letter.

Until the next time, my love.

[JAMIE] My dearest daughter,

it seems strange to ask you to pray for the safety of a voyage

which will have been long completed by the time that you learn of it.

But I ask it, nonetheless.

I think God takes no account of time.

I wish to tell you of the disposition of some property

that was once held in trust by the Camerons for an Italian gentleman.

It is unwise to carry all of it with us...

"...and therefore I have left it in a place of safety.

"Jem knows the place.

"If you should at some time have need of this property,

"tell him the Spaniard guards it.

"He will know what it means.

"If you retrieve it, be sure to have it blessed by a priest.

There is blood upon it."

So, an Italian gentleman and the Camerons. He must mean my Aunt Jocasta, right?

And Charles Stuart, maybe.

He was born and raised in Italy. Ended up dying in Rome.

If he does mean the Bonnie Prince, then the property...

There are stories in Scotland where people talk about

the lost Jacobite gold.

Some say it was divvied up between clans. Others say that it was buried.

And if Hector Cameron took some and took it to America,

that would explain how they built their plantation.

And Jem knows where it's hidden?

That's not exactly what Da said.

Yeah, you're right.

Jamie would never burden anyone with

dangerous information, let alone his grandson.

Jem likely doesn't know anything about the gold,

just about this Spaniard, whoever that might be.

And he's never mentioned anything like this to you?

Mm-mm.

No.

We won't ask him, will we?

No.

[SPLUTTERS] The letter says, "If you should have need."

- Right. - There's no need.

I am a little curious, though.

[CHUCKLES] Aye, me, too.

This is the stuff of legend in Scotland.

But, no, our family's safe.

The Spaniard, whoever he was, can keep his Jacobite gold.

You know, it's supposed to be cursed.

Well, then he can keep the curse, too.

[CHUCKLES]

Wait, wait, wait. I don't want to read 'em all at once.

It's like once we've read them, Mama and Da will be really gone.

We'll ration 'em out when we get back to Boston.

We'll read each letter when you feel the time is right.

[BRIANNA] Before we leave, there's a place I'd like you to see.

Have you, uh, got a penny, a nighean?

Well, any sort of coin will do.

Uh...

You must always give money for a new blade so it kens you for its owner.

- Its owner? - And it willna turn on you.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Last one I gave you was lost in the fire.

You'll need one for the journey. You'll feel safer if you have it by you.

It's beautiful.

Dai Jones has a wee smithy down near the fisherfolk village.

I had him forge and hone the blade.

Fashioned the handle myself.

Fits my hand.

One more thing.

You must always blood a blade so it kens its purpose.

Blood of my blood.

- [ENGINE STOPS] - [DOORS OPEN]

[RATTLES]

- [BRIANNA] Roger, what are you doing? - Just having a wee look.

- [GASPS] - [ROGER] Jesus. [CHUCKLES]

[BRIANNA] Are you okay?

[ROGER] I wish I could have seen it in its heyday.

You would have loved it.

[KEZIAH] There we go.

Oh, he's doing it.

Oh, boy.

[LIZZIE] This morning, he grabbed my skirts and pulled himself to standing.

He's a braw wee lad, just like his parents.

I'm sure he'll be thrilled to have a new playmate in the next few months.

[COOS]

[LIZZIE] I'm sorry, mistress.

First Mr. and Mrs. MacKenzie.

And now, you and Mr. Fraser.

That is too many goodbyes.

We will come back, Lizzie.

I, uh, dinna ken when exactly, but we will.

Now, you all look after each other.

Especially you.

Aye, mistress. Lizzie and the bairns will want for nothing.

- [MUMBLES] - Mm.

[BABY COOS]

[JOSIAH] We'll be sure there's skins and meat enough

for anyone in the Ridge who are in need.

Thank you, Josiah.

We best get going, Sassenach. Young Ian's waiting with the horses.

Bye, Lizzie.

Maybe if the bairn's a girl I'll name her Claire,

to keep me from missing you too much.

Looking for someone?

- Yeah. - You were hoping you'd see them.

I know it's silly.

Definitely not silly to long for the company of ghosts.

I'm really happy we're here,

and that Mandy's healthy, but I can't help missing them.

I want to see them, too.

All right, well, I could stay here all day,

but we should probably relieve Fiona. It's almost Mandy's witching hour.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Oh.

Definitely time to go.

Afternoon.

We were just, um... Apologies. We'll be on our way.

- Are you interested? - Excuse me?

Bloody wind.

Must've knocked it down.

[GASPS SOFTLY]

[ROLLO BARKS]

[ADSO MEOWS]

[CLAIRE] Stop! Wait!

What is it, Sassenach?

[ADSO MEOWS]

There you are.

- [ADSO PURRING] - [SHUSHING]

Adso.

Oh, you're all right.

There's lots of birds and squirrels here for you in the woods.

And Lizzie will see you right with milk,

and a warm spot by the fire.

[KISSES]

[PURRS]

Go now. Go home.

[MEOWS]

I'm sorry, Claire.

I'm not... [SIGHS]

Don't worry, I'm...

- He's just a cat. - Aye.

Aye, I know.

[CRIES]

[GRUNTS]

This will be a sign to all who pass, that they're entering Fraser's Ridge.

We will make it back here one day, won't we?

I never thought I'd see Bonnie Scotland again,

but it is where we're bound, so...

Aye. We will.

Jamie.

You will always be enough.