Previously...
Ben's not dead. That's why his body is not in his grave.
There is something amiss here.
I am not the Ninth Earl of Ellesmere.
I've found myself wishing I could renounce
the damn title altogether.
Well, you could marry me and give it to our firstborn.
Are you Denzell Hunter?
Your neighbor said you were a physician.
- I am. - This is William Ransom.
- He's been injured. - Rachel!
These men need our urgent assistance.
My wife is in the city.
I promised I'd return.
I can find a safe place for you to wait out the battle,
unless you want to fight.
I'm Aaron Whitaker.
Allow my wife to help yours.
May I introduce to you William Buccleigh MacKenzie.
Your reputation precedes you.
As does yours.
A man being called by God is one thing.
A man who thinks he canna die is quite another.
You have men arming up right under your nose.
You're too high-minded to make an example out of them?
Well, I'm not.
Ambrosia.
Anything you'd like to tell the bees?
They didn't have much to offer me
when I told them that everyone had left us... again.
Well, no' everyone.
Come here.
He promised to fight wi' me at King's Mountain.
You told him about it?
He's one of you, Claire.
I don't see the purpose in keeping it from him.
You're it.
He's been "it" more times than anyone.
Did you tell him that...
we killed his father?
No.
Nor did I tell him you killed his mother.
Good.
Let's keep that to ourselves, shall we?
A tree or a wee mouse?
Ah, fine.
Thank you.
Go to the house, children.
Is it a bear?
I dinna ken.
Go now.
Go!
Something's wrong.
Don't shoot!
Buck!
He was watching the house.
- You ken him? - Aye, aye. I do.
I dinna think he's here to harm us, are you, Mr. Whitaker?
No, sir.
I'm not.
Why are ye lurkin' about in the woods?
You know a man named Cunningham, Mr. Fraser?
The captain?
Aye.
He's coming for you.
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Uh, me and some of my men were out hunting with the Cherokee.
While we was hunting, some white men
hailed us and started talking to the Cherokee
about joining a Loyalist militia
this Captain Cunningham's putting together.
And one of them let it be known that this Cunningham
would soon be in charge of Fraser's Ridge.
Go on.
They camped the night with us.
My men and I, we daren't sleep.
So... I listened.
They said there's a Redcoat officer named Ferguson.
Been raising Loyalist militias,
arresting rebels.
I know about him.
Well, Cunningham means to attack you
and take you to him...
so he can hang you for show.
When?
They said in a few days.
Cunningham's waiting on a fellow named Partland,
who's coming from the settlement of Ninety-Six
with a militia of his own to help him.
He means to overpower you.
You've done me a service, Mr. Whitaker.
I'll remember it.
The way I see it...
I owe you for what your wife did for my family.
But if they find out I warned you...
They won't find out.
And you dinnae owe me.
But I am grateful just the same.
Am I interrupting?
No. Come in.
How does it look?
It looks very lovely.
It is only the French ships.
I know.
But Lord John said battle appears imminent, and...
without me knowing exactly where my husband is...
I really think I must feed him.
That's fine, Lady Grey. We can resume this afternoon.
She is lovely, isn't she?
Yes. I suppose she is.
Sit down. Keep me company.
You know you don't have to do this.
Everyone would understand if you put it off
until your husband returns.
Honestly, it's helping me keep my mind off of it.
Can I ask you something?
And it's about Jamie, so you can say no.
Were you able to spend any time with him...
after you met?
There was no occasion for that.
Actually, that's not true.
There was one occasion
when he helped me look for... someone.
Was that Jane?
Fanny told me about her.
I understand she meant a great deal to you.
She did.
More than I ever told her.
So, yes, to answer your question,
your father helped me, and I was grateful.
But that was the end of it.
I do know how you feel.
I didn't know he was my father till I was nineteen.
And I didn't meet him until a few years after that.
Already had a father I loved...
idolized, really.
Though by then, he had died, which...
made it worse somehow.
I didn't know.
Everyone had lied to me all my life...
including my mother.
And I just lost sense
of who I was.
I was so angry at her that...
that I told her she was the one who should have died.
Sound familiar?
How did you overcome it?
I got to know our father.
That bloody snake.
Aye. That he is.
He willna attack me here, where I have the advantage.
He's canny.
He'll have heard how it went with Richard Brown.
He'll wait for me to be somewhere where he has the upper hand.
So the-the trading post, then?
Too crowded.
Well, he won't worry about keeping it quiet.
It'll be Lodge.
It's the perfect place for a surprise attack.
Why?
I willna be armed. No one will.
It's not allowed.
He'll be armed.
He won't care about what's allowed.
Aye, he will care.
Cunningham's a Mason of the 25th degree.
Takes his oath seriously.
No.
He willna start a fight inside.
It'll be after.
That's what I would do if I were him.
So then don't go to Lodge.
Aye.
Why no' kill him now?
He doesna ken ye've been warned,
and that gives you the advantage.
I need to ken who else is wi' him.
Not just Loyalists,
who among my tenants would attack me on my own land?
I have to go.
With planning, I can handle Cunningham,
but the problem is the militia coming from Ninety-Six.
I have to cut it off.
Well, what about your militia?
The men you signed.
They're untrained, unorganized, spread across the county.
No.
There's only one way I can see to stop it.
I have to make a deal...
with the devil.
Deliver it in person, Josiah.
Aye. I'll ride all night.
"Dearest Bree, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be here,
but I have the strongest feeling
that here is where I'm supposed to be.
It wasn't quite 'whom shall I send, '
but something close.
And so was my answer.
That's Isaiah, if you don't know...
chapter six, verse eight.
'Here I am.
Send me.'
I heard that call, too.
How can I sit idly by watching men
much younger than myself prepare for a battle
I know they will lose?"
"I think my father must have heard the same call
when he joined the RAF.
I wonder if he was as scared as I am.
God willing, I'll see you soon.
God willing, I'll see Jemmy and Mandy, too.
I love you all.
For now and always, I am your husband, Roger."
Oh, Lord, help me do what You want me to do,
whatever that is.
But in the name of Christ, Your Son,
let me live through it...
because if You don't, You'll have my wife to answer to.
It's gonna be all right.
Look.
I'm scared too, see?
But just remember,
God is with us.
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Come on.
That isn't the ships?
No, it isn't.
I'm afraid the battle has begun.
They're attacking from the south,
through the marshes,
which is not something I personally would do,
but styles of command vary.
The only road into town is closed.
If your husband hasn't returned by now, it may be a while.
What was it that took him out of town?
It was, uh...
He was at the Continental camp.
- Why in God's name? - He's a minister.
He was ministering to some of the men.
Then he'll be kept well back from the front lines.
He'll be safe.
You know as well as I do that being kept
away from the front lines doesn't keep anyone safe.
Oh, God.
God, I hate this.
Where is Lord John?
At headquarters, trying to remember
what a lieutenant colonel is supposed to do.
He's been retired for so long.
He wanted you to have this.
He's quite certain
the Rebels will not breach the city.
But if they should, and only if...
we are to hang that in a window
so they know you're on their side.
He'll deny all knowledge of your radical affiliations,
of course.
Tell Mary I love her.
I always did...
long before she knew.
Tell her.
Please, tell her.
I'll tell her.
What's your name?
Winslow.
Private Winslow Carver.
You're not alone, Winslow.
Can you hear me? You're not alone.
God is with you.
And I'm with you, too.
I won't leave you.
You're all right.
I'm here to help. I'm here to help.
Doctor.
- I need a doctor! - Down there.
Bring him here.
Lay him down.
He's been shot through the neck, I think.
Can thee hear me?
Can thee breathe?
Don't worry. I'm going to help thee.
He can't die, Doctor.
I told him that it was gonna be all right.
I told him God was with us.
He is.
What am I doing?
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Pray?
Yes, of course.
Lord God, please heal my friend.
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Christophe.
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Christophe.
Is-is he...
He's still breathing.
Thankfully, it missed the trachea and major arteries.
We'd hardly begun.
I'll go back.
Thank you.
I'll help you!
I've sent Jemmy and Mandy over to Lizzie's.
Cunningham willna harm you and the bairns.
It's only me he wants.
Well...
I know where the guns are, just in case.
How do I look?
Like you'd scare the devil himself.
I don't want to scare him, Claire.
Tonight I need the devil on my side.
No word from Josiah, then?
No.
Don't go.
I have to go, Claire.
Dinna fash.
We have a plan.
Plans fail.
That's why they call them plans.
There's even a saying...
written by a Scot, no less.
"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley."
There was a play about it in my time.
And things go very agley.
Cunningham doesna want me dead, only captured.
And he doesna ken I know.
My Ardsmuir men will be wi' me at Lodge.
And I have Buck and Kezzie watching for the militia
from Ninety-Six.
But if Josiah should fail and the militia comes in...
Then what?
Then I will fight, Claire,
tooth and nail.
And every man wi' me.
It won't be today, will it?
I dinna think so, Claire.
But I willna lie to you.
I think it will be an evil night.
Mac Dubh.
Worshipful Master.
Shall we begin?
Let us invoke the assistance
of the great architect of the universe
in all our undertakings.
May our labors, thus begun in order,
be conducted in peace and closed in harmony.
So mote it be.
I declare this Lodge duly open for the purposes
of Freemasonry.
Is there any business?
Aye.
Brother Crombie.
My nearest neighbor, Senga Argyle,
is a recent widow and none too spry.
She doesna have kin, and as an elderly woman,
lacks the means to maintain her land.
Poor woman canna care for her late husband's stock,
and I can only offer her so much help,
busy as I am with the trading post.
I canna neglect the business for hours on end.
The Ridge would come to a standstill.
So, if there be any man lives east of the Mill Road
who could see his way to helping me,
it would be helping her.
That'll be me, Brother Crombie.
I live near enough.
Anyone else?
Aye.
I'm having a dispute wi' my neighbor, John Coyne.
He's using my well, taking my water.
I'd like someone to talk to him wi' me.
I'll go with you,
Brother McClure.
Well, you're his friend.
Well, that's just as well,
but I want someone on my behalf, then, too.
I'll go,
if it's agreeable with you, Worshipful Master.
Aye.
Tomorrow, noon, shall we say?
I have no other plans.
- I had to come. - I know.
You know?
We know everything.
Jamie knows the captain doesn't mean him
immediate harm.
He won't kill your son.
Unless he has to.
Let me offer you the same assurance.
There's nothing left for us to do now, is there?
Actually...
I thought we might pray.
Do you know any prayers suitable to the occasion?
Is there anything else before we start the beer?
Yes, I'd like to say a few words, if I may...
about loyalty.
I shared with you before about my son.
He was loyal to me,
as a father and as a commander,
to his grandmother, who helped me raise him,
and to his king and country.
Most especially, he was loyal unto death,
as we all must be.
Or it is not loyalty.
What brings this to mind, Brother Cunningham?
The war is heavy on my heart, I'll admit.
And I know we're not to speak of politics in Lodge, but...
But since you have, so shall I.
And I will say but one thing, a charaidean,
that is not mine own,
but a thing said by our forefathers some 400 years ago.
"As long as but a hundred of us remain alive,
"never shall we, on any conditions,
be brought under English rule."
"For it is in truth
"not for glory nor riches
"nor honors that we are fighting...
"but for freedom.
For that alone"...
"which no honest man gives up
but with life itself."
Bow your heads wi' me for the closing prayer.
Brother Lindsay.
Supreme Grand Master, Ruler of Heaven and Earth,
now that we are to separate
and return to our respective places of abode,
wilt Thou be pleased to influence our hearts and minds
so that we may, each one of us,
practice out of the Lodge those great moral duties
which are inculcated in it and, with reverence, study
and obey the laws which Thou hast given to us
in Thy Holy word.
Amen.
So mote it be.
God damn it.
God damn you for a plague of rats.
Where is he?
Any sign of those bastards from Ninety-Six?
Not yet.
Josiah hasna come back either.
My brother would not let you down.
Thanks, Kezzie.
Geordie Hallam, Conor MacNeil, Lachlan Hunt,
Ewan Adair... there were more behind us, but...
Holman Leslie, Robert McClanahan,
William Baird, Joseph Baird, Hiram Crombie,
and more yet behind them.
Friends and neighbors all.
Peace and harmony they quoted just now
while lying in wait, forbye.
Draw 'em into the trees.
Mark their names and capture those you can.
Any man in these woods is a traitor to me.
But dinna shoot to kill. Cunningham wants me alive.
I'll no' be the one who brings death here tonight.
The storm will be here soon.
Where are the children?
Away for the night.
And Fanny's asleep.
What are you thinking?
Five more years.
Sorry?
When my grandson died, that was two years ago.
So you do believe it?
"I'll see you again in seven years."
Five more left.
It doesn't mean that my son will kill your husband.
It only means that your husband
will not kill him.
That must be a comfort...
to you.
He only intends to take him to Patrick Ferguson.
To be hanged.
For the sake of his own bloody advancement.
For the sake of his king
and his honor as an officer of that king.
Your husband is a pardoned traitor.
He has forfeited the grace of that pardon.
He has earned his own execution.
We were going to pray, weren't we?
Don't...
say a word.
Mr. Fraser, I can...
Mr. Fraser.
Let's talk this through, shall we?
Man-to-man.
I'm going to put my gun down.
Not much to talk about...
save you leaving my land.
On foot or in a box is up to you.
Oh, you forget, Mr. Fraser.
I have a box waiting for me.
But not for five more years.
How'd you know it was coming?
It's my ridge. I ken everything.
I ken you mean to hand me over to Ferguson to be hanged.
That was the plan.
But plans change.
Aye.
That's why they call them plans.
Ferguson will take you alive or dead.
At this point...
I'm thinking dead might save me a lot of bother.
I never wanted it to come to this, Mr. Fraser.
My father has written to his counterpart
at the Continental camp.
With any luck, we'll hear something in a day or two.
No.
The battle is over.
And sitting here waiting for news is unbearable.
I need to see what's happening for myself.
I'm going to the camp.
If you are determined to go...
then I will accompany you...
at first light.
We need you, Claire.
Left, left, there you go. Right.
Charlie.
- Where's Jamie? - Here, Sassenach.
Are you hurt?
I'll bide. Just him.
He's been shot in the back.
"Shot in the back"?
You coward!
Restrain yourself.
He had no intention of killing you.
You can ask your son what his intentions were.
Let me see.
Looks like your clothes took the worst of it.
Here.
Go find Fanny- tell her to clean the wound
and put a compress on it.
You two, I'm going to need your help.
Mr. Cunningham, where were you shot?
High or low?
Low.
Wiggle your fingers.
All right. Good.
Now move your feet.
Move your feet, Charlie, up and down.
I am, Mother!
There it is, between L3 and L4.
Buck, Tom, help me roll him.
Towards you.
Okay, slowly.
Okay, hold him steady.
Mr. Fraser has a bad cut across his chest.
It's just missed his left nipple.
Well, that's a bit of good news.
- Did you... - I put a compress on it.
How fast is the blood soaking through?
Not too fast.
He wants whisky. Is that all right?
Tell him if he can stand up and count to thirty,
then he can have whisky.
If not, give him honey water and make him lie down,
no matter what he says.
I've already given him honey water.
Should the captain have some, too?
Yes, please.
Thank you.
Will he live?
Tell me the truth.
I think so.
But he might not be able to walk.
The ball didn't go all the way through,
so it might heal.
Or it might not.
I'm going to remove the ball, dress the wound.
You should stay.
It won't take long, and I'll need your help.
Hold him steady.
Trevor is sleeping?
The surcease of cannon fire is a boon to mothers.
And to soldiers.
Yes.
Them too.
It's nice to see you.
You've been rather busy today, understandably.
I should like to see you in my beetle waistcoat again.
I believe there are certain species I had not...
touched on taxonomically...
the fiery searcher...
- the twice-stabbed lady. - Amaranthus, I...
I must confess...
I've developed a particular species
of feeling for you.
That was a terrible attempt at cleverness, I must say.
I shan't try it again.
On my honor.
But you were saying?
We both know how quickly one can lose someone in war.
I don't want things to remain unsaid between us.
I think you may have been jesting
when you suggested it, but...
I have been thinking about your idea.
Remind me...
what was my idea?
That we should get married.
And if we should have a son,
I could give him my title.
I wasn't jesting.
But we needn't get married either.
Not straightaway.
We could...
give it a go.
And if the result is male...
I don't believe I'm having this conversation.
A-and what the devil do you propose to do
if this result, as you so casually put it, is female?
Well, I suppose you'd have to marry me
in either case, eventually.
Of course, I might not get with child at all.
But we might just enjoy the try.
It cannot be like this.
No.
No, I suppose it can't.
On your honor... as you say.
We will get married.
That is what we'll do.
I accept.
Forasmuch as it hath pleased God Almighty
to take unto Himself the souls of these,
our brothers,
we therefore commit their bodies to the ground.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
In sure and certain hope of Resurrection
to eternal life through our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Amen.
Please excuse me.
Oh, my God.
Are you-are you hurt? Are you in pain?
I'm fine.
Minor explosion.
You scared the shit out of me, Roger.
- I thought you were dead. - I know, I know.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I wanted to...
I couldn't leave.
How is thy knee?
Not bad, Doctor.
How's Christophe?
He's doing well.
Uh, Bree...
I want you to meet Dr. Denzell Hunter.
That's right, that Denzell Hunter,
Rachel's brother.
We just figured it out this morning.
I'm so glad to meet you.
And I thee.
Though I wish it were in better circumstances.
I know thy mother and father well.
He knows me, too.
William.
William?
I think I shall stay a while.
I don't imagine I'd see Denzell again.
Now that I have...
You know, for a Loyalist,
you sure have a lot of Rebel friends.
You should go back to Savannah.
My father's letter will still grant you safe passage.
Get him cleaned up and fed and drunk.
When did you last see your sister?
Not since Monmouth.
But she's written to me.
She had a baby.
I think she is very happy.
William, I know there was once some trouble
- between thee and Ian, but... - I'm very glad for them.
Truly.
I won't be a moment.
I have a list of casualties for General Bleeker.
Thank you, Doctor. A sad day, indeed.
How in God's name?
- Oh, this is... - Dr. Hunter...
would you give me a moment with an old friend?
I- Of course.
I'll just be over there.
Come inside.
Ben.
Hello, cousin.
You son of a bitch.
How's the eye?
Why was Elspeth here?
She came to pray with me, believe it or not.
She was as scared as I was.
Was sure it was you in that stretcher.
It almost was.
Thought I was done for.
Didna realize it was Buck's gun I heard
until I saw Cunningham fall.
What happened to Cunningham's other men?
Ye've naught to fear from them.
They were deprived of their weapons and sent home
feeling a good deal less brave about themselves.
Do you have a piece of paper?
Of course.
Why?
Write down these names.
Geordie Hallam.
Conor MacNeil.
Lachlan Hunt. Holman Leslie.
Hiram Crombie.
Why do you need me to write the list
when you obviously remember who they are?
The list isna for me. It's for you.
If I'm not around, you need to get rid of them.
"Get rid of them"?
I dinna intend to keep them on as tenants.
Tried to kill me...
or send me away to be hanged.
'Tis no better.
Someone's coming. Ten men at least, maybe more.
Hallo the house!
Sorry we're late.
Glad you're here.
I didn't think you'd come.
Well...
almost didn't.
There's only so many times
a man can have his help rebuffed
before he starts feeling unhelpful.
Then again, I can't generally resist
a fight with some Tories.
We should talk.
I have heard good things about your whisky.
Why don't you pour me some?
Send for the devil, the devil appears.
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