This world may change...
But that will never change.
Must get a message to Murtagh, then.
If he can be warned, maybe he can
convince his men to retreat.
I'll deliver the message to Murtagh.
You cannot win. You do not win.
The history has been written.
Then I do fight.
Ye're with the militia, are ye?
I came to warn you about Tryon.
So ye're a traitor.
I released ye from yer oath.
I'd never betray yer mother,
no matter who asked.
Murtagh?
Roger?
Bree.
Fear not, it's not life or death.
Just a bit of red pen...
or is it, Mr. Jones?
I'm sorry, sir?
Is it life and death, do you think?
I... I don't suppose so, sir.
But I was wondering, what does it mean
when you write the term so?and?so
"was finally able to bury the hatchet"?
We all know that means to make peace in some way,
but can you tell me why anyone would go
to the trouble of burying one?
Perhaps you should just go, then.
Unless you have any last words for us before ye leave.
"I came, I saw, I conquered."
Not quite what I'm looking for, Mr. Morgan.
And those were not Caesar's last words.
Although he did meet an unhappy end.
Stay, Mr. Jones.
I wanted to see if you'd agree with me,
because I do believe it's a question of life and death.
Your essays on famous last words were forgettable.
I wanted you to really think about why
people say what they say
and perhaps to consider
what your own final words might be, given the chance.
What does it matter, sir?
This is history, not creative writing.
Because people live and die by their words.
They shape our thoughts and deeds.
Often, they define us.
Like bullets, once fired,
well, we can't take 'em back.
They have impact,
so choose them wisely.
Make them meaningful.
Live a life worthy of them...
especially your last words.
They outlive us.
And what will yours be, sir?
It is my dying wish, O Lord...
that my students write structured arguments...
Supported by evidence and legible handwriting, amen.
No, really, sir.
I'd say...
I'd say let history forget my name...
So long as my words and my deeds
are remembered by those I love.
That's all for today.
Until next week.
You're early.
Couldn't resist the chance to see you in action.
And if you wanna make The Great Train Robbery,
we need to get a move on.
Yeah, are you sure you're all right
with a silent movie marathon?
You aren't just humoring me?
No, I am.
But you suffered through an entire lecture
about suspension bridges.
So fair is fair.
Would those really be your last words?
_
Everything looks good.
Your throat's healing nicely. Scar's faded.
How do you feel?
You really should try to speak, Roger.
It'll sound croaky at first, but it's perfectly normal.
Maybe just try to whisper.
All right, well...
just know that I'll be teaching Jem to say
"sweater" and "aluminum."
It's not gonna be "jumper" or "aluminium."
70% of communication is nonverbal.
Who needs words anyway?
We can pretend we're in one of those silent movies
we used to go and see in Oxford or Kenmore Square.
Lord John has brought a?a whole trunk
of books and gifts.
Would you like to come up to the house to see him?
All right, well...
I'll go with you.
Coward, whichever way you look at it.
_
My roommate from MIT, Gayle...
she had this boyfriend who went to Vietnam.
I didn't really know him all that well, but...
she asked me to go with her to see him a few times after he got back.
He'd been back almost a year when I first went.
I don't really know what I was expecting, but...
He was like a zombie...
Just no life in his eyes at all.
Gayle called it his "thousand?yard stare."
He was hit by some shrapnel,
but he wasn't seriously injured.
Yeah, we would call that "war neurosis."
Shell shock.
It's been months now,
and you said that Roger is physically fine.
So maybe it is war neurosis.
I mean, it must be mental...
psychological...
It's like he's drowning in silence.
And he has that same thousand?yard stare in his eyes.
I'm afraid he's lost.
No matter how lost he is...
you just have to have faith that you find him.
I thought perhaps I could have had a headstone made for him.
I ken 'tis no' my place.
Murtagh and I were not husband and wife.
Neither were we father and son, but...
it doesna make the pain any less...
Or easier to bear.
He was as stubborn as yer father.
If only he'd stayed by your side.
He did.
He kept his vow to me... to my mother.
He was loyal above all.
We canna fault him for that.
Your carriage awaits, Mistress.
Ye'll give my thanks to Claire once more.
Aye.
Well...
Good?bye, Auntie.
How careful we'd be if we kent
which good?byes were our last.
"I offer my apologies for the injury done to your son?in?law.
It was a most regrettable error."
Governor Tryon has granted Roger
5,000 acres in the backcountry.
What? Why?
Compensation.
Or perhaps he thinks he can buy your forgiveness.
And what will we do with 5,000 acres?
It won't undo what's happened to Roger...
but it's a valuable tract of land.
Tryon can keep his land. I don't need land.
I need my husband back.
_
I brought something...
something that always made me feel as though
I had the wisdom of the heavens in the palm of my hand.
The astrolabe is, in many ways, a model of the universe,
an instrument you can use to find your position,
whether on land or at sea.
You can even use it to tell the time.
To find our place in the world?
Perhaps we should start with something small.
How 'bout telling the time?
So...
If the sun was there...
that would mean...
5:30.
5:35.
Well, I guess we don't have all the answers.
No.
Sometimes we must have patience.
Thank you, John.
Glad to see you've found a way to distract yourself.
Been a difficult few months.
Is there a medicine for grief in your time?
Some of yer wee invisible beasties
to gnaw away at it?
Unfortunately not.
I don't think there'll ever be a cure for that.
Except maybe time.
Well, they say time heals all wounds.
Hello?
Hey.
What on earth is Roger doing?
He is working on the stairs for the loft.
D'ye think he might stop for a wee while?
We brought you some leftovers.
See if I can pry him away from
his newfound passion for woodwork.
Careful now,.
That's a new one.
Aye, it means "my blood."
Thought that was.
Aye, it is, but that's blood that comes out when ye wound yerself.
Is something you say to a bairn, mostly...
One ye're related to, of course.
It's lovely.
Tea's ready.
Stop!
It's okay.
Oh, darling. Jamie.
Roger.
Roger, you spoke.
Can you ge?can you say something else?
Does it hurt?
Can you just try?
Try for me.
One, two, three, four, five, six...
Seven, eight, nine, ten.
Let's find Grand?da.
Find Grand?da.
Ah! Yeah, ye found me!
Yay! Should we do it one more time?
One, two, three, four, five, six,
seven, eight, nine, ten.
Claire, take Jemmy and go to the cabin.
? ? Now.
Christ. It's Ian.
Ian!
We thought we'd never see you again.
Will anyone be coming after ye, lad?
Not unless he has any vengeful kin.
Oh, we'll eat well tonight...
In celebration.
Bree, Roger!
It is really good to see you.
Aye.
Well, lad, what d'ye think?
It's... big.
A lot of work went into it.
Blood, sweat, and tears.
Thankfully, all the settlers helped.
I can butcher the boar for us, if ye'd like.
Ian, you just got here.
Don't you want to settle in?
Ye must be hungry. I'll have one of the men do it.
Or Marsali.
You should see her wi' a knife.
I killed him. I'll do the butchering.
Of course, whatever you like.
Come.
D'ye mind if I stay outside a bit longer?
Make yerself at home, lad.
What does my future hold?
That one's called the lover.
How many bairns is too many, Fergus Fraser?
For Roger MacKenzie now.
The hanged man.
Uh...
Um...
it was my mistake.
We'll try again.
Let's?let's try again, Roger.
What's the matter?
What's this?
Nothing.
Just a bit of harmless fun.
They are just cards, you know.
Talk to me, Roger.
It doesn't matter to me how you sound.
I know this is hard.
Your voice, it's...
your gift.
But you're still you.
You're still the man I married, and I want him back.
Please.
It's not even that you won't talk.
You won't engage.
I know how badly you were hurt...
And how scared you must have been.
But I went through something awful too,
something dark and ugly.
And believe me, all I wanted to do
was to crawl into a hole and die,
and sometimes I still do.
But I didn't, and I don't,
because I have a husband and a son who need me!
I fought for us!
And now I need...
I need you.
Jemmy needs you.
I have been... patient.
But I need to know...
I need to know that you
are not lost and gone forever.
Are you coming back?
Are you going to fight for us?
I made you some special almond hog's pudding.
I remember it's one of yer favorites.
It is.
I thank ye, Lizzie.
Lord...
We thank ye for this meal...
but above all,
We thank ye for bringing Young Ian home to us.
Amen.
What a tale you must have to tell.
Start at the beginning, and don't leave anything out.
Ye already ken the beginning...
and we're eating the ending for supper.
What about the?the in?between?
Were the Mohawk good to ye?
What were they like?
They were...
good people.
Hmm.
Do you have plans to return north?
Back to the Mohawk?
No.
Bree, have ye, uh, discussed the new land deed
from Governor Tryon?
We're, um, thinking about it.
If we're to hold on to this land...
we need to have it properly surveyed and registered.
I'm not sure Roger is able to take on
something like that just yet.
Maybe we can send one of the men.
If Myers wasn't away trading...
Maybe Ian will be willing to go wi' him.
Ye ken how it's done, lad?
Ye helped us mark out our boundaries at the Ridge
when we first came.
Will ye do this for yer cousin?
It'd...
be a great help to Roger and to us.
Let's give him some time to think about it.
- Aye. - Unfortunately,
our guest chambers aren't ready upstairs yet,
but you're welcome to the bed in the kitchen.
Thank ye.
Ian.
Lad...
what are ye doing out here?
I couldna sleep.
Is the bed not to your liking?
I've not been used to having a bed
in a house this grand, Uncle.
Aye.
We, uh...
we're overjoyed to have ye back.
But ye seem out of sorts.
Ye're not yerself.
What happened with the Mohawk, lad?
Ye can talk to me about it if ye like.
I canna give ye the truth of it now.
I dinna have the words.
But there are things ye keep hidden from others...
ye and Claire both.
Aye.
I understand.
It makes me heartsick to see ye troubled so.
Ye need no' worry for me.
Well, then, um...
I'll just sit here a wee while, if ye dinna mind.
I dinna mind.
Do they hurt?
Mine hurt from playing.
They're no' bruises, lad.
I chose them.
Germain Fraser, what are ye up to?
I'm so sorry.
Dinna mind.
Sometimes it feels as though I'm herding cats.
Two bairns is trouble enough,
but wi' another one on the way...
then keeping up wi' the gardening
and the sewing
and helping Claire in the surgery,
I'm at my wits' end before noon.
Of course, I wouldna have it any other way.
Bairns are only lent to us for a short time by the Creator...
if we're lucky.
I suppose...
Mine are lucky to have wee brothers and sisters...
like the Murrays.
I only have a wee sister, Joanie.
She wasna as strong?willed as yer Janet,
I recall.
My sister always had a mind of her own.
Aye.
She was a mischief?maker.
Tell the truth, I was always a wee bit jealous...
Wi' only my ma and sister for company at Balriggan.
Ye must miss yer family.
I do miss Ma and Joanie.
Only...
sometimes I feel guilty about how happy I am here...
And how I've...
come to be at home in this family.
I feel I belong.
Is that terrible?
No.
'Tis a good thing.
Bairn's kicking.
He'll be joining us before too long.
I'm glad ye'll be here to welcome him... or her.
I'm so glad Ian is going with you on the survey.
Before you leave, I wanted to give you something.
You told me that you had a toy airplane
when you were a boy.
I didn't get to finish my degree,
but I do know a little something about aerodynamics.
I know that a sheet of paper
is not made to fly,
but sometimes we have to...
adjust our expectations
to bend and reshape ourselves.
There's a reason that the first wedding
anniversary gift is supposed to be paper.
And after the pressures of 60 years, it's diamond,
the hardest substance on Earth.
I want our marriage to grow into something that strong.
I love you... Roger Mac.
24.
Ye dinna need to thank me.
I came on my own.
Did Brianna no' give this to ye?
Ye trust me not to break it?
Marsali.
Have you prescribed anyone some water hemlock?
No. Why?
It's just, there's some missing.
There's only one root left.
I thought maybe you prescribed it
to someone for a migraine or??
I wouldna touch the stuff, being wi' child.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It's just, it's so dangerous.
I could have sworn we had at least four or five pieces of the root left.
What's that?
A paper bird?
It flies but doesna sing.
Couldna always understand the Mohawk.
Sometimes I'd talk to the birds instead...
so I didna feel so alone.
Do ye ever wonder
how they ken which way to go when winter comes?
And they always seem to...
they always seem to go together.
Wish it was as easy for us as well.
Were ye dreaming?
Wherever you thought you were,
we're both still here.
Jamie.
Do you think there's a chance
that Roger might not want to come home?
Why?
There are some herbs missing from my surgery
that are incredibly poisonous unless
administered correctly by a physician.
I worry that he might...
Well... when you were suffering
all those years ago...
I didna want to go on living.
Hang them and leave them as an example to all.
For your treasonous crimes,
you'll be hanged by the neck until dead.
May the Lord have mercy on your souls.
Why?
Of all people, why would ye stop me?
I saw ye looking down at the cliff.
I ken what ye were thinking.
Ye have everything:
a wife that loves ye...
a bairn...
and still, ye dinna wanna be wi' them.
When that rope was around yer neck
and ye were dying...
what did ye see?
What did ye see in the darkness?
What did ye see?
Tell me, what did ye see?
I saw my wife's face.
Then there's no escape?
Even in death,
I would see her face?
What...
What was her name?
It doesna matter now.
Is she dead?
No.
But she's lost to me.
I only wanted the pain to end.
Just to be at peace.
Who can say where your soul might go if you...
If you could be parted forever...
not only from her but from all who love you.
So what now?
Go home?
Ye're a fine one to talk.
Ye buried yer weapon, yer voice.
Now ye dare to use it against me.
Ye're right.
I did.
But now I have to pick it up again and fight.
Can you?
I dinna ken.
Then dig up your weapon...
And come home with me until you do.
Brianna.
Don't tell me you're at a loss for words now.
No.
No, it's just...
I have been so scared.
Me too.
Because even though I was saved...
Part of me died that day.
I know how that feels.
Trust me, I know.
Everybody wants the old Roger back.
But I'll never be that man again.
I studied history.
I taught it.
Now I'm living it.
When I saw that tarot card, I thought,
"This is who I am now..."
"The hanged man."
Maybe this was my fate.
My own ancestor tried to kill me.
Maybe I wasn't meant to exist.
That is not true.
Perhaps not.
But I have changed.
Remember when you asked me about my last words?
Yeah.
I thought I knew what they'd be.
What mattered was the last face I saw.
That face was yours.
Roger.
I'll always sing for you.
No matter what, no matter where...
Whether you're there to hear
or even if my voice isn't able...
I will always sing for you.
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