Previously...
It appears the battle is close upon us.
General.
Ten companies of militia
all under my command.
I will find him, Bree.
I'll bring him home.
Brian Fraser, laird of Lallybroch.
Your servant, sir.
What we really want is your protection.
I willna kill anyone.
But things happen.
My ancestors are actually
the war chief and the witch.
We didn't think the children were safe.
We thought you might not be safe either.
I think it's time for me and the kids to go to Roger.
You're saying that Richardson is a turncoat and a spy?
And he's at it again.
I have a correspondence for Oberst Von Schnell.
William will be carrying a cipher
that will instruct these Hessians to hold him captive.
Go. Save our son.
Even people who want to go to heaven
don't want to die to get there.
A life can be snatched away.
Frittered or thrown away;
ended peacefully in one's bed,
or in horrific pain on the battlefield.
Lives lost in conflict.
Needless bloodshed.
How many people had died that way?
How many more still would?
It doesn't stop.
It doesn't get better.
As Murtagh once said,
"There's always a war coming."
War is inevitable,
and death is too.
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You all right?
Aye.
Go back to sleep.
I'll wake you when it's time.
You need your rest too.
'Tis hard to sleep so close to battle.
D'ye ken the only time I'm without pain
is in yer bed?
When I lay in your arms, my wounds are healed,
scars forgotten.
Mine too.
I've been thinkin' of my mother.
For ye need the strength of yer dead in battle.
I remember seeing her in her coffin.
The women had braided her hair to be seemly,
but my father wouldna have it.
He'd have his last sight of her as she was to him.
He was crazed wi' grief.
He went to the coffin,
undid her braids,
spread her hair out across the pillow.
You saw all this when you were little?
I was keepin' quiet in the corner.
When they all went out to meet the priest,
I crept up close.
Never seen a dead person before.
Was it her?
The face had the look of her, but no more.
As if someone set out to carve her from birch wood.
But her hair...
that was still alive.
That was still her.
It, uh...
covered the child who lay wi' her.
I thought he wouldna like to be smothered so.
I lifted it up to let him out...
my wee brother,
curled up in her arms,
his head on her breast.
And then I thought he'd be happier
if I left him snug under those locks of red.
She hadna one white hair.
Not a one.
She was 38, wasn't she?
I've had the richness
of all those years and more.
To see those years touch you gives me joy.
For it means that you live.
Come to me.
Shelter me.
Heal me.
Did I fashion you?
I want only to lie here wi' you in my arms,
keep ye safe, and watch ye sleep.
I can rise, then, wi' a clear mind,
and go to do what must be done.
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I won't say goodbye
or good luck or anything like that.
No need.
"I love you" will do.
Christ.
The last words I spoke with my son were in anger.
What if I never speak with him?
What if I never tell him I love him?
I love you.
It willna be today, Sassenach.
Promise me.
I promise.
This war, these battles...
We pay such a heavy price for freedom.
Surely it'll all be worth it.
I want to believe it will be, but...
What is it mo nighean donn?
Do you ever feel a kind of...
an emptiness?
This sort of void gnawing at you?
For most of my life, I've been able to ignore it.
In medicine, you have to.
But ye canna now, because of the battle?
Something feels different this time.
Ye canna mean death.
Somethin' I've been wonderin'.
If yer father was a time-traveler,
and yer son is one as well,
and I'm yer great-grandfather
and I'm a traveler too,
d'ye think my father was one?
Oh, what is it now?
Whatever it is, it canna be worse
than telling someone the year of their death.
I don't think your father was a time-traveler...
but your mother was.
Is.
My mother?
Geillis Duncan.
The murderous witch that killed her husbands
is my mother?
Why didna you think to tell me when we were with her?
You made a mockery of me,
watching me talking to her like an ignorant fool.
I'm sorry.
If it's true, then who sired me?
The man that arrived at our door, Dougal MacKenzie,
war chieftain of Clan MacKenzie.
My mother-in-law knew them
and, well, the whole story.
Why in the name of all that's holy
would ye no' tell me?
What if you did something
that changed the course of time?
Something that meant you and I would never exist?
Then perhaps we should have left
yer own father to his fate.
Wherever he's gone,
ye said what ye needed to say to him.
I never got that chance.
It isna right ye should know more
about a man than he kens himself.
Buck.
Buck, wait.
Where are you going?
Mebbe I should pay a visit to my mother and father.
No.
I can't let you do that.
How do you intend to stop me?
You deserve to know the truth,
but I didn't think you'd embark on some kamikaze mission.
Kami-what now?
We've come to a dead end in our search.
I may as well do somethin'.
I should never have let you come with me.
Laying the blame at my door?
Mebbe I'll take it,
because when Dougal MacKenzie came calling for you
at my mother's house,
he hadna met her yet.
If we hadna come here to find yer wee lad,
they may never have met,
and I'd never have been born.
Nor you.
Buck, please.
I'm sorry.
I still need your help.
There's one more thing I need to try.
I can help.
Men will be cut to pieces out there,
and I have an obligation to them.
I walked alongside your colleagues at Saratoga.
And saved countless lives.
Not in here.
And not on my watch.
Dr. Leckie, I implore thee.
I have benefited immeasurably
from implementing Claire's techniques.
Our colleagues would too, I'm sure of it.
You have rightly observed,
but there are countless lives at stake.
I will not put those lives in the hands of a cunning woman.
Let me guess... a woman couldn't possibly
have the skill or the knowledge to become a physician,
nor do you know of any medical college
that admits the fairer sex.
For good reason, I'm sure.
Claire Fraser is the most skillful surgeon
I have seen operate.
It does thy patients great harm, sir,
by not allowing her to assist us.
And where did you obtain your training,
Dr. Hunter, that you are so confident of your own opinion?
In Edinburgh in London,
where I was trained by my cousin,
John Hunter.
And John Hunter's brother, accoucheur to the queen.
Very good, sir.
But since I doubt the army requires a man midwife,
perhaps you should assist your colleague
with her herbs and potions rather than...
Dr. Hunter is a duly appointed surgeon
in the Continental Army.
You cannot keep him out.
Look, there's no time to argue.
Your duty is to the men who need your help in here.
I'll do triage outside, deal with whatever I can.
Come on, Rachel.
Something feels different this time.
Ye canna mean death.
You're right.
It's not death, but...
maybe it's a fear of what comes after.
That... that nothing you did matters.
Somehow it all gets swallowed into a sort of abyss.
There's so much futility,
entropy.
That's why a warrior doesna fear it so much.
Because he has a hope
that his death will matter.
Anyone with acute bleeding will be given first priority.
We'll send them straight into the church.
As we know, every minute is valuable.
But our golden hour may end up becoming
a golden 15 minutes.
We had a system that worked quite well before, at Saratoga.
Broken bones can wait.
We'll set them here.
And head injuries, we can put them over there.
And I'll do whatever I can
to try and tip the scales in our favor.
Rachel?
The Lord says,
"I will give thee the treasures of darkness."
Thee has helped me to see that courage in the face of death
is one such treasure.
'Tis one thing for a soldier to shoot a man
who has his sights set on him,
but another thing for us
to look the angel of death in the eye
and try to steal a man's life back from him.
I'm not afraid of death, Rachel.
What scares me is knowing that
Jamie will go beyond the call of duty
and may lose his life because of it.
And thee would be stabbed through the heart,
but still alive.
I'm afraid Ian would hesitate to do what must be done
and be killed because of me.
It would be my fault he was gone,
and I would be left alone with my principles.
That's the trouble with all of us.
We're all just doing
what we believe in our hearts must be done.
Now come on.
Ready?
Who goes there?
I'm a Mohawk scout allied with the British army.
I bring word directly from Captain Ezekiel Richardson.
He asks that the English captain in your custody
be turned over to us.
But why would he do that?
Those were the instructions that I've been given.
Mm.
Did Richardson send the agreed payment?
I'm sure you'll be more than compensated
for your part in this.
Hand it over then.
Bring us the captain first.
Bring the prisoner.
Unchain him.
The payment.
Give me the key so that I can unchain him.
Oh, I have to find it.
One key is very much like another,
as are English captains.
He killed two of my men.
Richardson didn't send you.
Let the bastard perish.
No!
My dear boy, thank goodness.
There has been enough bloodshed for today.
I'll give you your life.
Now go.
You'll regret that one day, Mohawk.
We have some things to talk about, you and I.
But let it wait.
As long as you're alive, everything's all right.
I'm not sure that it is...
but I'm very glad to see you.
Your eye.
It's a tale for another time.
The Hessians, I think they were deserters.
I didn't know.
I fought as hard as I could.
I know you did.
Captain Richardson was behind everything.
He's using you as a political pawn
because of who you are,
because of who your family is.
Thank you, truly.
For everything.
I suppose you'll be wanting to get back
to your new bride now.
She'll be anxious for your return.
Aye.
Farewell then, Lord John.
And farewell, cousin.
Thank you.
Farewell.
Rachel, here, take him.
Let me see.
You're all right.
You're going to have to go into the church.
Here, take this man.
Someone here, help me get this man inside.
I need to get this man on the table now.
Madam, if you've come inside to help nurse the men,
you will do so under my supervision.
He has a sucking chest wound.
If I don't deal with it immediately, he will die.
Oh, there's no need for hysterics.
Something's obviously exploded near him.
Eardrums likely burst, that's all.
Inhaled a bit of smoke and his nerves have gone.
His chest is filling with air.
It'll crush his lungs.
What are you doing?
Just let... madam.
No, don't... what...
Dr. Hunter, soak a cloth in saline for me, please.
Once he's more comfortable,
I'll clean his face of the soot.
I hope you have some lard to apply to the burn.
I have a jar of sweet oil.
Very well.
But the wound itself should be left to the elements.
Under normal circumstances, I would agree with you.
But a burn of that severity
needs to be dressed to prevent infection.
Thank you.
You're contradicting me.
Yes. You're wrong.
I, madam, am a diplomate
of the Medical College of Philadelphia.
I congratulate you, but you're still wrong.
Would you like me to explain the procedure?
No.
Thank you.
I have work to do.
Ye're right.
I would have regretted it.
No need for airs and graces any longer.
I think Mac the groom would approve of me
carrying my own tack, don't you?
Careful.
Not so fast.
You'll be sick.
Must you really speak to me like that?
My regard is only for your well-being.
And keeping that dreadful secret from me,
I suppose that was for my well-being too?
Keeping all of this from you was a burden
that weighed heavily upon me.
But I sincerely believe that I am always...
was always doing what is best for you.
Funny.
I was raised to believe that honesty is at the heart
of all that's decent in a man.
If you allow me to explain...
You had time enough to do that.
If I hadn't come face to face with the damn fellow
in Philadelphia, you'd never have told me.
- William! - William who?
Ransom?
Ellesmere?
Fraser?
It is certainly not Grey.
You taught me to bear my name
in its entirety with pride.
"A reputation is all a man ever really has."
That's what you told me.
Who in God's name am I?
You are my son.
And you could have done a lot worse...
in terms of sires, I mean.
Oh, he was a groom, for heaven's sake.
James Fraser is an honorable and courageous man.
Granted, he is a Scot and a rebel.
He's a damn fine swordsman.
He knows his horses.
And you and he,
you're very much alike.
He's one of the best men I've ever met.
A traitor?
I would never betray my king or my country.
"Never" is not a word to be trifled with, William.
Be careful with it.
Things are not always so straightforward.
Hello the house.
Welcome back.
"Dear Bree, something went wrong.
I didn't make it to where I was supposed to go."
Not exactly how you want to begin a letter, is it?
I hope I can honor the last part.
"I'll do whatever it takes
to get our family back together."
Mm.
What's that?
When Mr. Fraser insists on helping ye
send yer letter... and I ken he will...
what are you goin' to give him?
A simple word of thanks to my mother
for her help when I was unwell.
If I never see her again,
I want to leave her with somethin',
however small, of me.
Well, here's hoping.
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Oh, my God.
"Dear Bree, something went wrong.
I didn't make it to where I was supposed to go."
What the hell?
William!
Where have you been?
I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean...
You said you'd protect us!
What is it, Frances?
Where's Jane?
Frances! Frances. Frances.
Tell me what's happened so that I can help you.
You can't.
Nobody can!
Tell me what's happened.
A cully.
From the brothel?
He was here at the camp, and he saw Jane.
Major Jenkins.
He was there when Harkness died,
and he recognized her.
Frances, what did he do?
He said that she killed Captain Harkness,
called her a depraved whore.
He arrested her and dragged her away.
Will they hang her?
No.
No, no, no.
No, they can't.
Stay here.
Thanks for coming back with me.
Not just to Lallybroch...
but to this time.
You have a good heart, Buck.
I'm not a good person.
Why would you say that?
Because of what I did to my wife.
What did you do to her?
Fell in love wi' her.
I was young, fairly handsome,
and I had a... a way about me that women liked.
And Morag did like me.
But she was in love wi' Donald McAlister.
I'd ride out to visit her family for a cèilidh or two,
and Donald would have a dram or three too many,
and on one occasion was found wi' his hand
down Mary Finlay's bodice.
God, the stramash there was.
Mary's brothers laid Donald out flat.
I found poor wee Morag Gunn
sobbin' behind the cowshed.
So what, you, uh, comforted her?
More than that.
She was the worst for drink herself and upset,
and I thought mebbe she did like me after all.
Two months later,
her father and her brothers came for me,
and soon, I was a married man.
Oh, I was mad wi' love for her.
But I knew well enough
that it was Donald she really wanted.
So what then?
Did she forget him?
No.
And I punished her for it.
I took her away from everyone
and everything she loved
to North Carolina.
It brought us nothing but more unhappiness.
So after all of the um...
trouble at Alamance...
I brought her home to Scotland.
I think she'd be best served if I didna go back.
She'll either have given me up for dead and married Donald
or gone wi' the bairns to her father.
So I'll go and tell your wife what's happened
in case she doesn't get your letter,
and wi' a bit of luck, come back to you.
I can't ask you to do that.
It's mebbe the one thing I can do for my family.
But your Jem,
you know where or when he is, at least?
Ye're all mine, are ye no'?
My blood.
My sons.
I'm sorry, sweetie.
Remember what I told you?
We're gonna have to leave Esmeralda behind.
No, Mum. She'll be scared.
Don't be silly, Mandy.
It's much scarier to go through the stones.
But you're not afraid, are you, Mama?
Oh, not with you two by my side.
We've done it before, and we'll do it again.
Daddy isn't where I thought he was,
but we're gonna find him.
And you're gonna help.
You're gonna feel for Daddy up here,
the way you feel each other, okay?
Mandy, here's yours, baby.
Remember, think of Daddy.
Daddy.
No, Mandy, wait!
Wait!
Mandy!
The Redcoats! The Redcoats are coming!
Get the wounded to the main camp.
We must leave.
Move! Move!
Come on, lad!
"Do not be afraid,
for I am with thee," says the Lord.
You must both leave this place or come inside.
There are men here that can't be moved.
The enemy appears to be coming this way.
This site is being evacuated.
We've received orders to that effect.
I've commanded all those who are able,
including Dr. Hunter, to leave and go back to the main camp.
I'll remain in the church with my own patients
who are unfit to be moved for now.
Claire, do not say that thee will stay.
Rachel, Claire! We must go!
Thee cannot expect us to leave without thee.
Go with your brother. He needs you.
He can't leave his patients.
Go.
May the Lord keep thee safe.
Infernal woman, we are in harm's way.
I too will be leaving as soon as I'm able,
before the Redcoats reach us, God willing.
Thank you for your concern, but...
Must I beg?
I'm doing my best to ensure your safety.
If you won't go with them, then at least come inside.
You're a bloody good surgeon.
I can see that.
Thank you for saying that,
but like you, I have an obligation to these men,
and I will not leave them here to die.
Well, then, good luck to you,
Dr. Fraser.
General Fraser, more Redcoats up ahead of us, sir.
How many?
A platoon, sir, I think.
They're near Tennent church.
Wicked devils.
Though surely they won't fire in a church,
never mind one serving as a hospital.
Those who are able, follow me.
Everyone else, mind you compatriots.
Join us as quick as you can.
Go, warn the other officers.
Yes, sir.
Let's move!
Long live the king!
Mistress Fraser.
Lieutenant Bixby.
Shouldn't you be sheltering inside?
Here.
I couldn't leave these men.
Besides, they shouldn't bother the wounded,
especially not in a field hospital.
Here.
General Fraser... have you heard anything?
I'm sure he'll be close, ma'am.
Don't worry.
The main group is just behind me.
Surely the worst should be over by now.
I hope so.
Goin' better since General Lee was relieved of command
after telling the men to retreat.
General Washington was furious.
He came up on his horse
and cursed and swore like the dickens.
Saving your presence, ma'am.
General Fraser, he was there?
Oh, yes.
General Washington turned to him,
a blazing grin on his face, and shouted,
"Mr. Fraser, follow me!"
They rode up along the ridgeline,
gave the command, and we threw ourselves
at the damned Redcoats.
That's why the bastards are on the run now.
So then we're winning?
If we carry on the way we were going,
then yes, I suppose we are.
That should help ease the pain.
Let them go.
They're retreating.
Hopefully that's the last of them for now.
Thank the Lord.
Sassenach.
Jamie.
you goddamn monster! Back!
Yankee scum!
On your way, you bloody bastards!
Stand down!
Long live the king!
Hold your fire!
Hold!
Claire.
Sassenach.
Oh, God.
It hurts.
General?
General!
Open the door!
Hurry!
God, please not her.
Don't tell me she's been shot.
I'm so sorry, sir.
She's not dying.
Can I help, sir?
No, I... he... let him work.
Uh, can you get me some, uh, lint?
A wad of bandage... anything.
Press hard on that.
I'm very sorry.
There's, uh, little else I can do for her.
What?
I'm sorry, but the truth is,
there is nothing to be done.
This wound, the ball has penetrated too deeply.
I'm very sorry, General.
But there will be men whose lives I can save
- back at the main camp. - No.
No, you cannot leave.
Again, I'm very sorry.
Good luck to you, ma'am.
May the devil eat your soul and salt it well first,
you whore!
You called him a whore.
Sassenach.
Water. You need water.
If the wound has... has perforated the bowel, then...
intestinal shock
will kill me.
I've seen men die of gut-shot. It's long and foul.
I willna have ye die like that, Claire.
I will not.
Please, God, don't let it be now.
General Fraser, I have a message.
Go away.
Sir, General Lee sent me to find you.
He requires that you attend him at once.
I will not leave.
Bugger Lee.
You must come, sir.
I said I will not leave. D'ye hear me?
General, you're needed immediately at the...
- No. - Those are your...
You see the sky?
Of course.
It's hard to miss.
Aye.
That's a kind of abyss, is it no'?
And yet were not afraid to look at it.
True.
There are stars there.
Makes a difference.
But the stars are burning out,
according to the second law of thermodynamics.
I suppose men can make all the laws they like...
but God made hope.
The stars willna burn out...
and nor will we.
You could be shot for treason!
It's desertion, sir!
Then they'll shoot me where I stand,
because I will not leave her side.
Take off your coat.
Sorry, sir?
Take it all off.
Bixby?
Yes, sir.
And the shirt.
Hurry!
Turn around.
Show that to General Lee.
He's in a horrible temper, sir.
I daren't show him...
Go and show that to General Lee.
Yes, sir.
D-D-Denny.
I need Denny.
Go.
Find Denzell Hunter.
I love you, Sassenach.
The stars willna burn out...
and nor will we.
Lord, I ken this is your house.
But your angels have no dominion here.
Do not send them for her.
If you do, I will not let them take her.
I will not.
Found him, General!
Save her.
The ball could be in the liver.
There's so much blood.
I'm sure thee is right.
I'm gonna find the ball and remove it.
That was General Lafayette's aide.
The general was most concerned
to hear that Claire had been hurt.
He bought some delicacies to aid in her recovery.
Cheese.
Is that cheese?
Yes, some terrible-smelling cheese.
Claire.
Roquefort?
Yes, I think that's what he said.
Denny...
the mold is penicillium.
Make a poultice for after.
I will.
We must begin.
I will do my best by thee.
Do not leave me, Claire.
This time I will beg.
Do not go from me.
Mm...
I won't.
Jamie...
pray.
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