Previously on Outlander...
We all have our secrets.
Yours is walking around.
I baptize thee, William James.
I'm a stinking Papist now.
Here.
My Uncle Jamie gave this to me
at a moment when I needed it most.
It'll give you strength.
Rob took Jem through the stones.
- Why would he do this? - It's the gold.
The musket ball is missing from the box.
He won this in a game of dice with a tinker in Port Ne Craig.
These belonged to my father.
The world is turning upside down,
and yet, you are the only thing that binds me to the Earth.
Jamie's ship was lost at sea.
He's dead, Claire.
I propose to arrest the lady as a spy.
She's been delivering missives for the Rebels.
I can protect you.
Marry me.
O, eternal God,
creator and preserver of all mankind,
giver of all spiritual grace,
the author of everlasting life,
send thy blessing upon these thy servants,
this man and this woman,
whom we bless in thy Name,
so these persons may surely perform and keep the vow
and covenant betwixt them made.
I, John William, take thee, Claire Elizabeth,
to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold
from this day forward, for better for worse...
I, John William, take thee, Claire Elizabeth,
to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold
from this day forward, for better for worse...
For richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health...
For richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health...
To love and to cherish until death us do part.
To love and cherish until death us do part.
I, Claire Elizabeth,
take thee, John William, to be my wedded husband,
to have and to hold from this day forward,
for better for worse, for richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health.
I, Claire Elizabeth...
take thee, John William,
to be my wedded husband
to have and to hold from this day forward...
For better for worse...
For richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health...
For richer for poorer, in sickness and in health...
to love and to cherish
until death us do part.
to love and to cherish...
until...
Claire!
until...
until death do us part.
The ring, please.
With this ring, I thee wed.
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What does thee say?
Prayer, for Uncle Jamie's soul,
since he...
since he hasna grave to rest in.
Do Quakers believe in heaven?
Some do.
Is there a difference of opinion on the matter?
We consider our life here on Earth to be a sacrament.
There may be an afterlife,
but as no one has come back to say so,
it's a matter of individual speculation.
Well, I havena been there either,
so I'll no' say that's wrong.
But if there is a heaven,
there's at least a comfort to think
Uncle Jamie's there...
keeping my da company.
He would ha' loved ye, my da.
Did thee tell him about me, in Scotland?
That I am a friend, I mean?
Some Catholics find us scandalous.
He kent ye were a Quaker.
And that I loved ye.
That seemed to be enough.
Thee has lost so much.
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Barely remember my father.
I was too young.
He died flying an airplane over the English Channel
on the way to Germany.
Shot down.
Or so I was told.
But if these are here...
Why would your mother have told you a lie?
Because it's what she was told.
I looked into it a few years later.
His body and his plane were never found,
which I suppose isn't unheard of
when you're shot down over open water.
But...
he wasn't even supposed to be flying that day.
You're sayin' that...
I'm sayin'
Jeremiah MacKenzie disappeared without a trace.
These tags are a trace.
What's any of it got to do with yer wee lad, though?
I don't know.
But there must be a reason why we came here, to this time,
to the wrong time, to the time my father is in,
and we found not a hint whatsoever of Jem.
Ye think he's with yer da?
What I think is, these tags are our only lead.
We have to follow it.
Find the tinker, find my father.
And maybe if we do, well,
maybe we find Jemmy too.
It's my only hope.
Fuck!
Rachel...
I...
I have to tell ye something.
What is it?
I've been married before.
Thee did say "been married."
Thee isn't now, I suppose?
No.
I wouldna have asked to marry ye otherwise.
In point of fact, thee never has asked me to marry thee.
I didna?
Are ye sure?
No, thee didn't.
I would have noticed.
Although I do recall a few very moving declarations,
there was no suggestion of marriage among them.
Ye did...
did ye not say ye loved me?
Not in so many words.
But I did give thee to understand that, yes.
Or at least I meant to.
Oh.
Well, then.
Ye did.
Perhaps thee should finish
telling me about not being married
before we go any further.
Who was thy wife?
What happened to her?
Her name is Wahionhaweh.
But I called her Emily.
"Is"?
Thy wife is alive?
She was, the last time I saw her.
Tell me about her.
D'ye truly want to know, Rachel?
Or do ye only want to know whether I loved her?
Or whether I love her now?
Start there.
Why did you go through with it?
Isobel's been dead for many years.
Well, surely you feel
it's a respectful amount of time.
I have no qualms about your marrying again.
But Mistress Fraser? She's...
I'll admit her manner
can be exasperatingly forthright.
And I'm sorry if you don't like her.
On the contrary, I have a great deal of respect
for her character and her abilities as a physician.
But she is a Rebel.
And by tying your name to hers,
you've put that very name in jeopardy.
What will your comrades say?
James Fraser was...
was my friend.
And he loved his wife
more than anything in this world.
I owe it to him to protect her.
At the expense of your reputation?
Your own happiness?
He was a groom,
a farmer who took up arms against the Crown.
Papa, I know you cared for him,
but how could you possibly owe him that much?
I daresay my reputation will survive
more or less intact.
And as for happiness,
my dear boy...
I have all that I shall ever need.
When I left my own family
and became a Mohawk,
Emily was my refuge.
We had a wee daughter,
born too early, who died.
After that,
Emily became wi' child again.
And sometime after that...
she lost the second.
Well...
I couldna give her bairns,
so I was told to go.
And she took another husband.
And thee never saw her again?
Not until much later.
I was ordered to travel to her village
to deliver a message for my general.
It was then that I learned
that the son Emily had bore after I left...
was mine.
I couldna take him with me.
His home is there.
He is my joy,
but not mine to raise.
He has a father...
a good man.
Emily chose me.
I was grateful.
But Rachel...
with my whole soul, I choose you.
I hope you will choose me.
Oh, Ian...
I do love thee.
Blood of my blood.
Don't you see how small a thing death is between us?
When my body dies, my soul will still be yours.
Nothing is lost, Sassenach,
only changed.
I canna think of you dead, Claire.
Anything else, but not that.
I will not mourn him alone tonight.
He is not yours!
He is not yours to mourn!
I will not mourn him alone tonight.
What?
I thought I must have dreamt that.
How long has it been since you were with a woman?
If you don't mind me asking.
Fifteen years?
At least that.
Oh.
I do apologize.
For what?
I'm afraid I was not very, um...
uh...
gentlemanly.
No.
No, but I wasn't being very ladylike myself.
Besides, it wasn't me who you were...
making love to.
We both know it.
Well, nor were you, I think,
making love to me, were you?
No.
He offered me his body once.
So you once told me.
Why didn't you accept?
What I wanted was not that.
I wanted...
all of it.
And I was young and proud,
and...
thought if I could not have it all,
then I would accept no less.
Do you regret it?
Not accepting his offer?
Ten thousand times.
But at the same time, refusing him
was one of the few acts of true nobility
to which I would lay claim for myself.
It's true, you know.
Selflessness does have its own reward.
For if I had taken him,
that would have destroyed forever
what did exist between us,
our friendship.
And in the end, it was the friendship
I valued most.
Your friendship was one of the more important
in his life.
Have you been very much on your own?
All this time, since your wife died?
Well, if you really must know, I...
I have, for many years, enjoyed a liaison
with the cook at Mount Josiah.
An Indian.
His name is Manoke.
Oh. I see.
It is not merely the relief of necessary urges.
There is true amity between us.
I'm pleased to hear that.
And does he... Manoke...
does he mind if you take...
other lovers, as it were?
Or you he?
No.
There is no sense of possession in it.
At the plantation, in the evenings,
deer quite often come out of the woods
to feed at the edges of the lawn.
Now and then, a particular deer comes out,
and it is, um...
white, I suppose, but...
it looks as though it's made of silver.
It's a sight of rare beauty.
It comes for two nights, three,
and then it is gone again,
and I don't see it for weeks,
sometimes months.
And then it comes again, and...
I am enchanted once more.
Do you see?
I do not own this creature.
I would not if I could.
It's coming is a blessing that I accept with gratitude.
But when it is gone, there is no sense of...
abandonment.
It is a gift, and I am only glad to have had it
for as long as it chose to remain.
And does Manoke feel
the same way about you, do you think?
I have no idea.
You don't talk to each other in bed?
No.
Well, have you ever had a lover that you could talk to?
Yes.
Well, perhaps not quite so frankly
as I find myself talking to you, but...
yes.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to pry.
I'm flattered, madam,
that you should entertain an interest in me.
I know of many more conventional marriages
in which the partners remain, by preference,
in complete ignorance
of each other's thoughts and histories.
I suppose my...
All three of my marriages
have been rather unconventional.
I shall take my leave of you now, madam.
I'll send Mrs. Figg in with tea.
John...
what happens now?
Think of the deer, my dear.
Oh, aye.
I remember them.
Traded a tin pan, six horseshoes,
and half a dresser for that ornament.
The man you got it from,
where did you encounter him?
He sought me out, same as yourselves.
And was the fellow dressed in an odd manner?
Did he perhaps use, uh,
words that sounded strange to you?
Why do ye have such an interest in a heathen charm, huh?
My kinsman simply has an eye for jewels.
Do ye have any others to hand?
Gemstones?
I keep all my finest jewels in here.
How much for this?
Three shillings.
The man with the charms?
He was a crofter, by the coat of him.
Said he'd had it from a man he found
wandering the glen on the other side of the village.
Tell Jem the Spaniard got you.
What are you doing here?
I came for you, hen.
And for the gold.
Now, you see, I've asked Jem where this Spaniard is,
and he's played dumb.
So I think it's best you come and tell him
to do as I say.
Where is my son?
He isn't in the past, if that's what you mean.
Jem's scarf at the stones.
You set that up.
Well, I couldn't have Mr. MacKenzie
muckin' up my plans, see?
Don't worry about wee Jem. He's all right.
He damn well better be!
Where is he?
No, we're not playing it like that.
No!
I call the shots now, Gov.
You're gonna convince that lad to show me where the gold is,
or I can come up with more creative means
of making your boy speak.
You fucking bastard!
Then the three of us, we're gonna get on a plane,
like one big, happy family.
We'll go to America or wherever this Spaniard is.
And once the gold is in my hands,
you and Jem will be free.
How do I know you'll keep your word?
It's not like you have much of a choice.
No one's coming to help you.
Why don't you pour me a glass of wine too, eh, Gov?
You know, toast our good fortune.
Mr. Murray, come in.
Good morning, Mrs. Figg.
It's nice to see you up and about,
back to craftin' yer wee potions.
It's a tincture for Henry Grey.
I'd be happy to take it to him.
Thank you.
But I'll go.
Mercy Woodcock has been tending to him,
but he's my patient.
I dinna ken how ye carry on, Auntie.
But there was a time ye told me,
"All ye have to do for now is breathe."
That's all I'm doing.
It's all I can do.
I miss him so much.
Uncle Jamie was like a father to me.
After losing my da...
it's as if I've lost two fathers.
Oh, Ian...
I'm leaving this afternoon
to take Rachel to Valley Forge
to see Denzell and the Fighting Quakers.
I wanted to see ye,
in case it was the last time.
Well, if ye... if ye might be
intending to go back to your own time.
With Uncle Jamie gone...
I didna want ye to leave without sayin' goodbye.
The truth is, I...
I don't feel like the future is my time anymore.
Jamie and I, we built our life here.
We wanted to be part of creating this new nation.
Now he'll never have a chance to finish that fight,
but...
I can see it through for him,
for Bree, the children, and Roger.
For all of us.
Well, I'm glad you're staying, Auntie.
I couldn't bear to lose you both.
You're my family too.
Always will be.
Any pain at the site of the incision?
There was at first,
but it subsided after a few weeks.
I washed the wound daily with warm water and soap,
as you've instructed.
And he's been walking a bit every day.
No bloating.
You've been gaining weight.
Scar tissue doesn't seem to be blocking
any of the intestine.
No sign of post-operative hernia.
Are your bowel movements regular?
They have lately become so.
I've kept his diet simple...
rice, porridge, broth.
And his waste is free of blood or lymph.
I don't believe I could have taken better care of him
myself, Mrs. Woodcock.
Lord Henry seems to be thriving.
My dear Henry, I am delighted
to hear that you've made such a remarkable recovery.
I shall write to your father and let him know
that you'll be well enough to set sail for England
in a few weeks.
And not a moment too soon, as I'm hearing that
upon taking over from General Howe,
Sir Clinton plans to abandon this city.
I shan't be sailing back to England.
I intend to write to my father and tell him that
I will remain in America,
with Mercy.
Her family has roots here in Pennsylvania,
and we wish to be wed.
I beg your pardon?
I was hoping you might also write him on our behalf.
You know Mercy to be a woman of good character,
and your support would go a long way
in convincing Father.
Henry, may I speak to you privately?
Respectfully, your lordship, this is my home.
Any discussion you wish to have in regards to my future,
you may have in front of me.
Very well.
I will not write to my brother.
For one thing, marriages of this sort are illegal.
But not impossible.
There are churches in Philadelphia
that perform secret marriages between the races,
and the General Assembly is considering a new law that...
It is impossible, madam!
Because my nephew is Captain Lord Henry Grey,
Viscount Asher, son of the Duke of Pardloe.
He will not engage in a marriage,
secret or otherwise.
You will return to England and do your duty to your title
and to your father's name.
My duty is to the woman I love.
I've never known you to act the fool, Henry.
Don't start now.
I would never have taken you for a bigot.
I am merely protecting my nephew
from a grave error of judgment.
Mercy Woodcock is a free woman.
She's intelligent, she's honorable,
and largely responsible for keeping Henry alive.
So unless it's the shade of her complexion
that's troubling you, I...
What troubles me is that the lady is a widow
of a traitor to the Crown.
Did you not just marry the widow of a traitor?
I am not my brother's son.
Hal will never speak to Henry again
if he marries without his consent.
His titles, his property will be forfeited.
That is Henry's choice to make.
Someday, people will be free
to marry whoever they choose.
And it's people like them who usher in the change.
Sacrificing themselves to be martyrs to a cause?
Would you not have sacrificed everything for love?
Perhaps.
Perhaps I should be grateful, then,
that his heart never belonged to me.
You once spoke to me
of unbearable loneliness.
How could you of all people wish that on your nephew,
when the woman that he loves
wants to spend the rest of her life with him?
Because I know what it is, madam,
to have your love be a crime.
To live in fear of discovery and of violence.
I will not allow Henry...
or Mrs. Woodcock, for that matter...
to risk imprisonment or worse.
I will not.
What is this?
Open it.
I had it made for you.
Mrs. Figg can take care of any alterations,
should they be needed before Thursday.
What is Thursday?
We will be attending a supper.
Where?
Here.
I've been meaning to tell you about it.
I promised General Howe some time ago
that I would give an elegant supper with dancing,
of course, to help raise
urgent funds for the Loyalist cause.
Well, naturally, it is desirable,
even imperative,
that as my wife, you accompany me.
Knowing your loyalties, I imagine it...
might be painful for you to see such revelry
and to know that the money will be going to the Loyalists,
- but... - No.
My dear, it is important that people see us together...
Perhaps you didn't hear me.
I said no.
that we present a certain face to society.
There are still whispers about the haste of our marriage.
I don't give a damn about whispers.
God's blood, Claire!
You don't have to love me, you don't have to share my bed,
but you must decide, will you be my wife?
Forget about the whispers and what people may think,
but here in this house,
you and I must survive.
All we have is each other.
And if we have each other,
then we have him.
How is it possible that nobody's seen my father?
Surely, a man in a military uniform
would look peculiar enough to attract attention.
He would.
And I reckon these folks have seen him,
but don't want any trouble.
Two strangers riding around inquiring after a faerie man...
At least we have a gemstone.
When we do find Jemmy, at least we can get him home.
We just need to find two more for us, of course, but...
I'll be damned.
I didna believe it.
That's it, is it no'?
The military jacket. I mean, as ye described it.
Yes.
Yes, it is.
Feasgar math!
We're looking for someone.
I believe that jacket may have belonged to him.
'Tis mine.
Be gone!
We mean ye no harm.
We only wish to ken where and when
ye last saw the fellow.
I said, be gone.
- Now! - Please.
It's important that we find him.
Eevis!
Abram!
We'll be on our way then.
Roger.
An RAF pilot
would never give up his jacket without a fight.
Maybe he sold it for money
or traded it for food.
Doesna mean he's been harmed.
We'll find him.
We just have to keep looking.
If you want to keep looking.
We dinna ken for certain he's got your boy.
I know.
Just, I can't shake the feeling
that it's all connected somehow.
That it's all...
predestined.
I have to have faith.
Delighted to see you.
Captain Richardson.
I wasn't anticipating the pleasure of your company,
for obvious reasons.
I've come to offer my congratulations,
to both you and your new bride.
Unfortunately, my wife is unable
to join us this evening.
What a pity.
It seems I misjudged her.
If you, of all people, married her,
then I'm satisfied there was a mistake
and that the good lady poses no threat.
I'm merely here to support our cause.
Very well then.
Lord John.
May I present my wife, Lady John Grey?
Delighted, madam.
Mrs. Figg has done a wonderful job with the food, Papa.
Indeed.
- Please excuse me, my dear. - Of course.
Lord Ellesmere.
When I learned our festivities
were taking place at your father's house,
I very much hoped you'd be in attendance.
May I present Miss Peggy Chew,
whose family's loyalty to King and country
has been unwavering?
Lady John Grey.
Enchanted.
Likewise.
I'm pleased to be in such illustrious company.
A woman ought to be certain that her dance partner
is worthy of such intimacy.
But who would be worthy enough of one so lovely
as Miss Peggy Chew?
Not I.
Well, I say we dance the night away
with careless abandon.
Though, some would say that it's careless abandon
which has us in this mess of a rebellion.
What do you say, Lady John?
Uh, I wouldn't dare to offer my thoughts on that.
Another time, perhaps.
Why wouldn't you dance with the poor girl?
She seems lovely.
I find I'm not inclined to dance since Rachel left.
Sometimes when the heart and mind are restless...
a dance can be a nice distraction.
Captain Richardson, sir.
Captain Lord Ellesmere.
May I present Lady John Grey?
Lady John Grey.
I'm pleased you could join us after all.
Would you do me the honor of a dance?
Thank you, Captain, but I'm afraid
I am woefully out of practice.
Oh, I'm sure Captain Richardson
will forgive a misstep or two.
Besides, I'm told dancing is a nice distraction.
I hope you don't mind if I dispense with pleasantries
and lay my cards upon your table.
I'm at a loss as to what your aim might be, Captain,
but if you want to show your hand, go ahead.
I am a Rebel, working as an American agent
in the guise of a captain in His Majesty's army.
Why are you telling me this?
Because you are a Rebel yourself.
It was I who warned Lord John
about your imminent arrest for treason.
I hoped he'd use his influence to keep you from the gallows.
Why?
The letters you delivered were of vital importance
to the American campaign.
I felt yours was a life worth saving.
Although I must confess, I had no idea
Lord John would accomplish the task by marrying you.
Lord John is a very gallant man.
And because of it, we find ourselves
in a fortuitous situation, you and I.
What is it you want from me, Captain?
This war will be won through intelligence and politics.
Your position in Lord John Grey's house
makes you uniquely suited
to assist our cause on both fronts.
You want me to spy on my husband.
I'm also desirous of influence over his brother,
the Duke of Pardloe.
His Grace has been making strong statements
in the House of Lords in favor of reconciliation,
which would jeopardize everything we're fighting for.
While I appreciate your commitment
to the cause of freedom, Captain,
hear me when I say this.
I will not deceive my husband or his family.
Then I advise you to keep my confidence.
There are many who questioned Lord John's loyalties
when he married the widow of an American colonel.
If that widow were to start making accusations against...
You can save your threats, sir.
I'll keep your secret.
While I may not agree with your methods,
we are, after all, on the same side.
We've received a number of invitations.
Societal engagements.
Tea with Lady Bradshaw,
no less than three dinners,
and a turn about Bartram's garden with the Hoefers.
I understand that this is a delicate business.
But the expectation is that we will attend.
We'll need to go to at least one.
They're just upstairs.
I'll tell them you're here.
Excuse me, sir.
- Wait. - What is it?
It's a note from Colonel Graves.
I wonder if...
Sir, you can't...
Claire!
I'm sorry, Your Lordship.
I asked him to wait,
but the gentleman insisted on...
There it is.
What?
My blood.
Oh, do that again.
I will, but there are a number of soldiers
in the vicinity that may be searching for me, and...
How in God's name are you alive?
Yeah...
the Euterpe was set to sail on the evening tide,
but her enterprising captain
took advantage of an easterly wind.
My luggage was aboard.
I wasna.
I hate to break up such a joyous reunion,
but your son is due home shortly.
William?
He's here?
Aye, we better go.
It's good to see ye, John, if only for a moment.
"Son"?
William?
You're...
James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser.
And who the bloody hell am I?
You...
are a stinking Papist.
And your baptismal name...
is James.
It was the only name I had a right to give ye,
and I'm... I'm sorry.
God damn you, sir.
I don't... I don't want your name.
I don't want anything of yours.
And you...
you knew, didn't you?
You lied to me.
God damn you two!
There he is!
What is the meaning of this?
Get back, I say!
One more step,
and he's a dead man.
Go to the back stairwell!
Hurry!
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