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James Fraser is an honorable, courageous man.

A traitor.

I would never betray my king or my country.

Things are not always so straightforward.

Where's Jane?

Major Jenkins, he said that she killed Captain Harkness.

He arrested her and dragged her away.

Dear Bree,

I didn't make it to where I was supposed to go.

What the hell?

- Daddy. - Mandy, wait!

Mandy!

Claire?

Open the door! Open the door!

Save her.

Jamie, pray.

Twenty-six stabs. Why twenty-six?

Is there a particular reason?

There are fifty-two cards in a deck.

Twenty-six red, twenty-six black.

Perhaps you were overtaken by rage

or possessed of religious zeal?

My-my readers will want to know.

Or perhaps the devil was whispering in my ear.

Did something in your past lead you to commit

this abominable offense?

You call it abominable.

I call it glorious.

D... you-you understand you're damned

to hell for all eternity?

Then hell it is.

Do-do you feel no shame?

No regret?

Is that what whoring has done to you?

Is that why you stabbed a man to death,

cut his throat as if he were a hog to slaughter?

My only regret is that he isn't alive...

...so I could do it again.

You're mocking me, aren't you?

If you are not amenable to contrition for your crime...

make wise use

of the hours you have left.

Let me put down your story.

Let us know you.

I know you, sir.

I know you want the sordid details

to sell your broadsheets,

to profit from the misery of others.

If I had anything to say, you would be the last person

I would speak to.

I will not give any more of myself

to any man.

That's a pity.

Because I may well be the last person

you ever speak to.

I understand you have a sister.

She'll likely read this.

A word of it will reach her, I'm sure.

Wouldn't you rather she hear your words...

...than mine?

♪ 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 ♪

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♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Eight pints.

That's how much ye told me the body has.

I wish I could give ye some of mine.

I've plenty.

You said it was possible, but...

not in this time.

Somethin' to do with things in the blood

that might not match.

But surely our blood would flow...

one into the other.

My blood kens yours like its own.

Blood of my blood, Sassenach.

That's what we said.

And it is the truth.

I've decided...

...not to die.

Good.

I could, though.

Well, I want to.

This is bloody terrible.

But I know what it...

felt like...

when I thought you were dead.

Co...

I wouldn't do that to you.

Thank you.

I recall ye gave me quite a tongue-lashing at Saratoga.

Ye called me a vainglorious,

pigheaded, grandstanding Scot.

I suppose I could do the same now.

Go on.

Do your worst.

I'll have mercy on ye, Sassenach...

...this time.

Yes, I'll see to it myself, milord.

Very well.

What is it? What's wrong?

I have desperate need of your help,

a most urgent matter.

There's something I must ask of you.

Anything.

It concerns a young woman who's been arrested

under the suspicion of...

murder.

And who is this young woman?

Her name is Jane Pocock.

She was under my protection.

And how did the two of you become acquainted?

She's a whore.

- But she... - It doesn't matter.

Did she do it?

Yes.

But there are circumstances.

I wish to go and speak on her behalf.

I've asked where she's being held,

but either they don't know or they won't tell me.

All right.

I'll do what I can.

Wait for me here.

Ian.

Lord John and I found William.

He's safe, Uncle.

- Thank God. - Ian.

Praise God thee's returned safely.

Are ye well, mo chridhe?

I am.

But thy aunt...

Claire is wounded.

But Denzell says she's doing well.

Her fever's lessened, and she's drinking water.

That's a good sign.

She can walk in a day or two.

She'll be slow and sore, he said,

but barring any infection, we've seen the worst of it.

We sent Bixby to inform my captains

and confided care of my troops to General Lafayette.

You're not going back to the army?

No.

Will they accept that?

They're gonna have to.

Apparently, the girl,

Miss Jane Eleanora Pocock,

has signed a confession.

Her only objection was to the statement

that she stabbed Captain Harkness 26 times

- and then cut his throat... - Twenty-six?

That's not true. She only stabbed him once.

I'm sorry to say but once is enough.

She was trying to save her sister

from being defiled by the man.

Harkness was a depraved sod who used her...

J-Jane, I mean...

he used her abominably.

I heard him talk of it.

It would have turned your stomach.

I daresay.

Dangerous clients are a hazard of that profession.

The madam sold her sister to the bloody bastard.

He paid for her maidenhead.

Do you love the young woman, William?

There is something about her.

I can't explain it.

I tried to protect her, to save her from him.

I bought her for the night.

I-I-I didn't stop to think that he'd come back.

I-I likely made things worse for her.

There wouldn't have been a way of making things any better,

save marrying the girl or killing Harkness.

And I don't recommend murder

as a way of settling difficult situations.

It tends to lead to complications...

though not nearly as many as marriage.

Where is she?

She's being held in a meetinghouse

near Colt's Neck.

We're under martial law, so there will be no trial.

The army will do as it sees fit.

She will be executed, William.

I'm sorry.

It won't have been entirely in vain.

She did save her sister.

You think you bloody know me, don't you?

Yes.

I think I do, William.

Need more water, Sassenach?

Ah, no. Just the opposite.

Oh.

Oh, d'ye need help?

And quickly.

Aye.

Now can you leave the room?

Oh, you've done a great many worse things for me.

Yes, it's true.

But it's not exactly helping the matter.

All right. You can let go now.

Aye, aye, and if I do, ye'll fall on yer face.

Ye ken that very well, so stop talking

and get on with yer business now, eh?

No, don't take it away.

I-I want to check when there's more light

if there's blood in it.

My right kidney is very sore,

and I need to make sure it's not damaged.

Ah, ye better see it now then.

Or ye'll just fret about it all night.

Is it bad?

No, it's fine.

It's just...

...I love you.

Then ye're feeling better than.

Don't leave.

Come lie down beside me.

I'm so cold.

Do you know that...

when a female elephant is dying,

sometimes the male elephant will try to mate with her?

Either ye're fevered again...

or ye have some very perverse fancies.

Ye dinna really want me to...?

No, not this minute.

And I'm not dying, either.

Hmm.

The thought just occurred to me.

Mm.

Since ye're not dying, maybe that'll do.

Jamie...

can we go home?

Please?

Aye.

I promise.

Soon as ye're feeling well enough,

I'll take ye home.

Madonna.

Master Raymond.

Were you trying to leave us again?

I didn't mean to.

I was shot.

It is not time, Madonna.

What are you doing here?

I came to ask... forgiveness.

For what?

Someday you will know.

Jamie?

Have you been here all night?

Where else would I be?

Did you see anyone?

A-a man in-in a hooded cloak?

No.

Are you certain?

There was no one here.

I thought I saw...

I thought I saw Master Raymond.

The apothecary, the one ye knew in Paris?

When I lost Faith...

when I almost died...

...he was with me.

Maybe that's why ye dreamt of him.

He said once that he would see me again...

that we would all see each other again.

I doubt that day will be today.

Do you think...

when I die...

...do you think I'll see her?

Do you think I'll see our daughter?

I ken ye will.

It's what makes death easier to bear.

It's what Murtagh meant when he said,

"It doesna hurt a bit to die."

What the devil?

Da!

I'm here, son.

Ah!

Ah! Are ye all right?

Are ye hot?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been with Mandy.

Mandy?

What do... what do... what do you mean?

Brianna!

Ye're here.

- Daddy! - Come here, baby.

Hi.

Buck, tell me this is real.

Aye, it's real.

I came as soon as I heard.

How are you?

I've been better.

How are you?

And how is your eye?

Let me have a look.

The doctor does not make a good patient, I see.

The eye is quite good.

You should be resting, my dear.

Dinna be calling her that.

You should be resting, Mrs. Fraser.

Ian told me ye found William.

I am grateful for it.

There's no need to thank me.

I have a vested interest in his welfare myself, you know.

How is he faring?

He's on a bit of a fool's errand at the moment.

Is he in danger?

Only of having his heart broken,

and I cannot save him from that.

What brings ye here?

I suppose you think I've come here to fight you

for the favors of this lady.

I don't.

I doubt you've come here to continue our discussion

about what transpired in Philadelphia, either.

Does anything remain to be said

regarding that particular discussion?

No.

Good.

Well, that's settled then.

John?

I don't think I ever properly thanked you

for everything you did for me.

You saved my life.

We saved each other's.

Goodbye, Mrs. Fraser.

I never want to do that again.

It's different on patients thee does not know.

But surgery on someone who's family...

...someone thee loves...

...has thee ever had to do that?

Not surgery, no.

I've had to heal them at times,

but never surgery.

But if I had to...

I hope that I do as well as you did.

Mr. Fraser.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

If I didna know any better, I'd tell you I had.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Just... all the children are finally safe.

I thought I'd take a moment to enjoy being here.

Pleased to have you all.

Certainly brings a bit more life to the old place.

I think it's one of the most beautiful houses

I've ever seen.

There's something very special about it.

Built it with my own hands, stone by stone.

But 'twas the woman I built it for

who was special.

My late wife, Ellen.

I noticed a portrait in the hall.

You must miss her very much.

Every day.

And with my son away at university,

I'm grateful for the company.

Well, my husband and I truly appreciate

how you've opened up your house for us, this strangers.

Be not forgetful to entertain strangers,

for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

You... you are only a MacKenzie by marriage?

Yes.

My Ellen was a MacKenzie as a maiden.

You remind me of her.

It struck me the moment I saw you

when you first arrived.

The resemblance is-is striking.

You think so?

I... guess my eyes are quite like hers.

Aye. But 'tis more than that.

It's-it's is something I cannae put my finger on.

Coincidence, I'm sure.

I know exactly what you mean, though.

Sometimes when I feel... inexplicably close to someone,

I look to find connections or similarities.

Brian, Brianna.

Or the way my father is equally as devoted to my mother

as you are to your wife.

You remind me of him...

his good-heartedness, his strength.

Aye. I believe you're right, lass.

When Ellen died, I never changed the locks.

In grief, some folk find a way

to close the door to their hearts,

but mine is still wide open.

And memories come unbidden,

even after all this time.

So I've... I find myself hoping to catch

a glimpse of her... somewhere.

Today, I have seen her... in you.

I'd swear you could have been a daughter of ours.

And yet it seems ye're of no relation.

Ah, I guess one thing we all have in common is,

we're all somebody's daughter or somebody's son.

True.

Thank you again for everything.

I'm sure the story of how you helped us

will be told in my family for a very long time.

Ye're a bragh lass.

Can't get this bloody thing loose.

Hmm.

Maybe I tied it too tight?

Come here.

Ah.

Ah, maybe I should use my dirk.

Dinna fash. My aim's not that bad.

I'd only risk stabbing ye in the arse.

Try it and I'll scream for Rachel.

Hmm.

William.

Sir?

I need your help.

Tell me then.

I gather it's a dangerous matter.

Life and death.

If you don't want to, I'll do it myself.

If you could, lad, you'd never have come to me.

Wait here.

It's William.

He needs me.

How?

My son has never asked anything of me.

Go.

Only one guard.

I don't suppose they thought a whore would have any friends.

What are you doing?

Wee trick my daughter taught me.

She read in a book.

Girl I met in Wilmington, Brianna?

My sister?

Aye.

Halt!

Jane!

Jane, it's William.

Get up, Jane.

Jane.

Jane.

A Dhia.

I'm sorry, a bhalaich.

I can't...

I can't leave her like this.

We dinna have much time.

I know.

For her sister.

I wanted to save you, Jane.

Forgive me.

We need to go.

Now!

How is William?

The lassie he went to save

slit her wrists.

God rest her soul.

She has a sister.

William.

This is Frances, Jane's sister.

And this is Mr. and Mistress Fraser.

Would you like to take a seat, sweetheart?

Here, a nighean.

This...

...is for you.

Ye can come and live with us on the Ridge, lass.

I'll take care of ye.

I promise ye'll be safe.

No man'll ever take you against your will

long as I live.

She... uh... Jane...

I wish to bury her decently.

They won't allow me to claim her.

I'm not family.

I'm not leaving until I've seen my sister.

Dinna fash.

I'll take care of it.

The British owe me a favor for what I did for Simon Fraser.

Thank you.

There is one further favor that I wish to ask of you.

Aye, of course.

Darling, would you like to come outside

and get some porridge?

Tell me how I came to be.

I want to know what happened when you lay with my mother,

what happened that night.

A decent man doesna speak of such things...

Being who I am, I think I have a right to know.

No.

No, ye haven't.

But that's not what ye want to know.

Ye want to know, did I force yer mother?

I did not.

Ye want to know, did I love yer mother?

I did not.

Did she love you?

She was very young.

And it was my fault.

I've seen the portraits of my...

...of the Eighth Earl, her husband.

He was much older than she was.

I'm not stupid, you know.

Didn't think ye were.

You lay with her just before her wedding.

Or was it just after?

I would never deceive another man in his marriage.

Believe that of me, at least.

Everyone said she was beautiful...

but arrogant,

impulsive, heedless...

She was courageous.

Did they tell ye that at least?

Her family...

...folk that kent her.

She was bold,

curious, confident.

Are you sorry for it?

Are you sorry for it, damn you?

She died because of it.

And I shall feel sorrow for her death

and do penance for my part in it until my dying day.

But no.

No.

I am not sorry.

I will never call you father.

The colonel I spoke to said

yer sister's buried here.

Which one is she?

Afraid we don't know, sweetheart.

Jane!

Janey!

Jane!

Where is she?

I'll go.

Will she go to hell for what she did?

It's a sin.

I think in this case,

God will understand the circumstances.

She killed that man for me.

Now she's gone.

It's my fault.

You would have done anything for your sister, wouldn't you?

And she would have done anything for you.

And she did.

It wasn't your fault.

I can't leave her.

Tell me something, something you remember about Jane.

You know, memories...

they're the things that keep people alive.

Our mother used to take us to see the dragonflies.

Janey used to hold them on her finger.

I'm quite fond of dragonflies myself.

She used to let me touch their wings.

Tell me something else.

She loved the dancing lights...

blue and green in the sky.

Our mother used to say that was

a hundred thousand angels dancing.

And if you waved at them,

they'd reach down and carry you up to heaven.

That's beautiful.

You see?

You're not leaving her.

You carry her with you in your heart...

...wherever you go.

Jamie...

...got these for you.

It's Jane's belongings.

Is that a picture of her?

It's our mother.

May I see it?

Faith.

That's a beautiful name.

Shall we go?

Uncle Jamie and Auntie Claire are leaving tomorrow

for the Ridge.

Does thee wish to go with them?

I wanted to talk to you about it.

We're man and wife now.

It's no' only my decision.

I own some land there.

Roger Mac gave it to me a few years back.

'Twould be hard work...

clearin' fields, plantin', plowin'.

But farming is-is mostly peaceful,

bar things like bears and wild pigs and...

and fire and hailstorms, I mean.

Ye'd miss your brother.

We can join him with the army.

I could continue as a scout.

I would miss Denzell.

But thee has told me many times

how beautiful it is in North Carolina.

Is it a place where we could be happy,

a place where we could raise our family?

You mean...?

Rollo, come on, old boy.

I promised Auntie Claire we'd forage for her today.

A Dhia?

Oh, no.

No.

No.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

A charaid.

Oh, Ian.

Beannachd leat, a charaid.

He waited, I think...

until he ken you were here for me.

I'll need to bury him. I ken a place.

- I'll be back by mid-afternoon. - I'll come with thee.

No, you needn't. It's a long way.

Then we best get started.

I married him as well as thee.

Oh, God.

I thought I might never see you again.

Aye, me too.

I'm gonna kill Rob Cameron.

It's okay.

We're all right, all of us.

And we're here.

Aye, in 1739.

No, we won't stay,

unless you've taken a liking to it?

It was cool the kids got to meet their great-grandfather,

even if he didn't know it.

And Jenny... my auntie is younger than me.

You know, when I got your note, I thought for a minute,

if you'd met your father here, would I meet mine?

Well, that's true.

And Jamie is in this time.

He's away at university,

but he's here.

We could wait for him.

Not so sure that'd be smart.

Mm-hmm.

I wish I'd been able to spend more time with my father...

...to really talk to him.

I worry that he didn't make it back,

that he's dead or stuck

in yet another strange time.

I'll probably never know, will I?

No.

So where do we belong now?

I mean, we have a home, a life in 1980.

Mm-hmm.

But Mandy's well now.

And I really miss my parents.

So it's not a question of where we belong...

...it's when.

Doesna seem right to see ye without your hound, lad.

Rollo was part of the family.

The Ridge won't feel the same without him.

Aye.

♪ Oh, I do like to be ♪

♪ Beside the seaside ♪

♪ I do like to be beside the sea ♪

♪ I do like to stroll along ♪

♪ The prom, prom, prom ♪

♪ Where the brass bands play ♪

♪ Tiddely-om-pom-pom ♪

♪ Oh, I do like to be beside ♪

♪ The seaside ♪

♪ Oh, I do like to be beside the sea ♪

♪ I like to walk along ♪

♪ Prom, prom, prom ♪

♪ Where the brass bands play ♪

♪ Tiddely-om-pom-pom ♪

♪ So just let me be ♪

♪ Beside the seaside ♪

How?

How could you possibly know that song?

My mother taught it to me.

Packed and ready.

We will see each other again.

Have faith.

What is it, Sassenach?

I think Faith lived.

I think our daughter lived.

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