Previously...
Thought if I stood there,
saw the place with mine own eyes,
maybe I could find proof that Frank was wrong.
On that mountain, it felt like the truth.
The boy is my son!
His blood is my blood.
A letter from Ian.
Says he spoke to a lass at the brothel,
a friend of Jane's.
She gave him this pamphlet.
We believe we are your grandparents.
I don't have a father!
This letter is from Francis Marion.
He'll get us the guns we need.
But if a legitimate heir were to appear...
My associates would pay said heir a significant sum.
This is for Fergus. Maybe you'll find him here.
Sláinte.
Yeah.
I'm glad it isna rainin'.
He said it made his missing hand ache.
He used to tell the bairns that the rain meant
God was sneezing.
And best be sure to wipe the Lord's snot off their clothes
before they came in the house.
They loved it, of course,
running around, wiping the snot
of the Almighty on each other with glee.
He had the devil's own sense of humor.
Got that from you.
Canna take credit for that.
His pigheadedness, maybe.
I'm thinking of taking Percy Beauchamp up on his offer,
using the money from the sale of the land up north
to rebuild the print shop.
What made you change your mind?
I want to keep up the work of fighting the war, with words.
Not only for Fergus and the bairns,
though they have a passion for it,
especially Henri-Christian,
but for myself.
Because I believe in the cause.
You know, when I left Scotland, it wasn't only for love.
It was because I wanted to make my own way,
living by my own rules,
determinin' my own fate.
I wanted freedom.
That's what America wants.
Tis dangerous work.
If I'm gonna risk my life,
I want it to be for something that matters.
I admire that.
And it's wise to take the money.
If you ever need anything, you only have to ask.
What is it, lass?
It does make my heart heavy, though.
Fergus said he was worried it would harm the rebel cause.
But in truth,
he never wanted to acknowledge
that Comte St. Germain as his father.
The very thought tore at him.
Aye.
He knew the Comte to be a villain.
I'm sure he didn't want to believe that
he came from such a unscrupulous man.
You think Fergus would give a damn
about the morals of a man long dead?
Fool you are sometimes.
He never wanted to call anyone but you his father.
Thinking of himself as your son
meant everything to him.
Fergus.
Fergus Fraser was my son.
Son of my name,
of my heart.
Now...
then, forevermore.
No piece of paper nor anything in this world
can change that.
Very well, then.
It's decided.
Off you go.
I'll have a few words with my husband alone.
You heard him.
A Fraser forevermore.
That being the case,
I'll sign the blasted contract, take the money
for the shop and the bairns.
And the bairn yet to come.
You couldn't resist leaving me with a parting gift, could you?
Could curse you for it.
But I'm so happy to have more of you.
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Just a moment, we'll have these out.
Clever.
Better than the sauerkraut you set out with.
They're a little old, but they're in good shape.
Aye.
Something wrong?
I read in Frank's book that
Patrick Ferguson designed a new rifle,
a "breech-loader."
Allows a man to load both ball and powder directly, here.
Dinna ken if Ferguson's men will have such rifles
at Kings Mountain, but if they do...
Quite the advantage.
I know the design of the Ferguson rifle.
My father showed it to me once.
He was right to.
It's ingenious,
but difficult to replicate in quantity.
There was a simpler design the American army adopted
in the early 19th century, called a "Hall rifle."
Never ceases to amaze me,
a lassie who kens so much about firearms.
And I thank God for it.
And she has perfect aim.
Ah, she get that from you, did she?
Oh, who knows if it's nature or nurture?
Likely a bit of both.
But there's a reason why she was nicknamed "Deadeye"
practically by the time she could walk.
Frank called you that?
Yes.
"For My Dearest Deadeye."
It was Brianna.
Dedication is for her.
He did it all for her.
Everything.
Teaching her to shoot, to ride horses,
learning about the past,
looking for me, writing the book,
knowing that one day she might try to find me.
He armed her with the knowledge of how to survive in this time.
The book isna for me or you.
Isna taunt from the future about my death.
It's a warning.
He was trying to save you for Bree,
because he knew that you would...
Continue to protect her.
Used to pray for him, you know.
- For Frank? - Aye.
I'd sent you back to him
so that you and Bree could be safe.
I needed him to protect you,
so I needed God to protect him.
Maybe this is Frank's way of praying for us.
When I found out,
he knew that you survived Culloden and hid it from me,
I was so angry.
But now, maybe...
maybe what he did was a kindness, a gift.
What do you mean?
By staying in the 20th century, I became a surgeon.
So if you do fall at Kings Mountain,
I have the medical skills to save your life.
We canna change the course of history.
Lord knows we've tried.
Maybe not the course of history exactly.
But we have changed small things,
things that may seem insignificant
in the flow of time.
You trying to say I'm another one of those
insignificant things?
Perhaps,
even if you are very significant
to certain other people, whoever they may be.
Whoever they may be.
I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Come in.
I have been asking after William,
and no one has seen him in town for days.
He likely went up to Mount Josiah.
I've just sent a letter to the staff there
inquiring about him.
I'm sure all is well.
It's my fault.
Drove him away.
I suspect there is more to his sudden disappearance
than that, my dear.
He and I had words.
Over what?
It was a matter of a private nature.
Let us simply say it was a...
rather difficult moment between father and son.
But I deceived him.
I lied to his face.
I fear William is a man whose personal probity and rectitude
prevents him from forgiving deception in others.
William has grown to be a man of honor and integrity.
He is also a man of compassion...
and, I hope, forgiveness.
You have a few months yet to prepare, Fraser.
Don't waste it.
Out.
Strong hold.
Let him have it,
and turn him, right? Okay.
After you left, I decided to go back and see Geillis again.
I hoped to spend time with her.
Get to know my mother a wee bit.
That's tricky business.
'Twas.
Dougal was always around,
and he took my interest to be of an amorous nature.
He didna appreciate that.
I bet.
Not to mention that I think that she took my interest
to be of an amorous nature as well.
And she wasna opposed to the idea.
I did warn you about that woman.
You did.
And since I had no other reason to be in that time
and didna yet want to return to my own...
I went back to Craigh na Dun.
As I told you, my marriage to Morag wasna right.
She was better off without me.
You said the Stones themselves
sometimes choose where to send a man.
So I decided to put my fate in their hands, so to speak.
A leap of faith.
So that's how you ended up back in 1980.
The Stones sent you?
It appears I was needed there after all.
The first person that I saw was Rob Cameron.
And watched as he went into a shop,
bought a gemstone.
Any fool could see what he was intendin'.
Bastard.
Followed him home.
I owe Roger MacKenzie a life.
Yours will do.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Bonnie hat.
Thank you, Buck.
For protecting us.
All of us.
Free and clear.
Best way to live.
It is indeed,
which is why I have a surprise for you.
Take a shot.
Nice.
Wanna race?
Count us down.
All right.
- You ready? - Aye.
Three, two, one.
Go.
- Holy Moses! - What?
How in the devil?
It's my version of the Hall rifle I was telling you about.
Wasn't sure I could actually make one, but I figured it out.
- And I can make more. - Well done.
That's my wife.
She's a genius.
And my daughter.
Outstanding, Brianna.
This will make a great difference in battle.
- How does it work? - Aye. Here, take a look.
Pull this latch back and up.
William.
William, what-what brings you here?
- I can't believe it. - Oh, you can believe it.
I'm here, and I'm very glad to see you.
Well, welcome. Come, come.
Where have you come from? What have you been doing?
Tell me everything, and don't leave a single thing out.
I'll do my best.
I wondered what the commotion was about.
Welcome to our new home.
It's good to see you.
Yes.
Thank you, sir.
I hope I'm not intruding.
You could never be an intruder here.
Why don't you tell me about all your adventures?
You'll hear them, I promise.
Later tonight, after dinner, perhaps,
assuming I'm welcome at your table.
Aye.
Of course.
Might I inquire if Mistress MacKenzie is here?
Ah, Brianna, she's here.
Come along.
Thank you.
When she didn't refute the story,
I was devastated.
I was praying she would somehow deny everything
and I'd sweep her up into my arms.
But you knew Ben was alive.
You'd seen him with your own eyes.
Could you really have denied your own story based on her say so?
At that moment, I think I would have done, yes.
God, I'm sorry, William.
It must have been a crushing blow.
Thank you.
I went to Mount Josiah.
I needed time to think,
and I felt I had to tell someone,
so I came to tell you,
the only member of my family who has never broken my trust.
Well, I'm glad you came.
Spending time here might be just the thing you need.
It is a magical place.
I've never been one to believe in magic, personally.
Well, try to keep an open mind.
Please, may we be excused?
Aye. Of course, lass.
We walked straight past the guards,
and just before we reached the quarantine area,
we said our farewells.
That was the last I saw of your brother.
I owe him my life again.
And he looked well to thee, Denzell?
Very much so, yes.
He'd be very happy to see you now
and the two blessings you've received.
I know if he were here, he would join me in lifting a glass.
And in drinking to the health and happiness
of your newfound family.
- Sláinte. - Sláinte.
Sláinte.
Thank you, William, truly.
Let's not have things get out of hand.
Tsk, Ian.
William seems happy enough.
As long as he's no' near me.
He's here, isn't he?
That's a start.
Tell them what?
Your ministry?
- Your letter. - Yes.
I have uh, an announcement.
I, uh, I received a letter from the elders
of the Presbytery of Savannah,
stating that my application for ordination
as a minister has been accepted.
- Congratulations. - Well done, Roger.
- Congratulations. - Thank you. Thank you.
So there's a traveling minister, the Reverend Edwards,
who'll be passing through soon,
and he's agreed to perform the ordination ceremony
when he comes to Fraser's Ridge.
So, well,
I'd love to invite you all to come.
- Well, we'd be delighted. - That's wonderful.
Well, I'm very proud.
Well done.
This is a happy day, indeed.
To good news,
new beginnings,
and joyous arrivals.
To our future.
- To our future. - To our future.
Good night then.
Off you go, get some rest while wee Hunter's still asleep.
Is thee sure?
We'll do the dishes.
It's our turn.
Well, if you're certain.
We'll uh, bid you good night.
Night.
You're doing great, honey.
Are you certain I cannot be of service?
You might be family, but you're still a guest here.
Aye, we're not putting an earl to work washing dishes.
Yeah.
Hoping to do some fishing in the morning.
Care to join me in catching tomorrow's supper?
I ken last time we went, you were a lad,
and we ran into a spot of bother.
We had a rather unfortunate encounter with the Cherokee.
Yes, I remember.
You told them you were my father.
I thought you were merely lying to protect me.
How easily duped I was.
Well, I'll always try to protect you, lad.
No matter what.
Thank you for the invitation,
but I cannot go fishing with you.
Brianna is giving me a tour of the Ridge tomorrow.
I'm sure Da will be going at the crack of dawn,
and I won't be ready to give you the tour
until mid-afternoon, at the earliest.
I-I'm still not sure.
And there's a rule here on the Ridge that
all overnight guests have to help catch their supper.
Aye. Aye, that's right.
An ironclad rule here on the Ridge.
Well, that's settled then.
I'll, uh, see you at first light.
Thank you very much for your help.
- You're welcome. - Anytime.
That's a fine casting line you have.
Thank you.
I do pride myself on it.
It's a gentleman's sport, after all.
Did you go often...
after I left Helwater?
With one of the gamekeepers, yes.
I imagine he took you to the, uh, Devil's Beak.
Said it was his own secret fishing place.
Ah, it's a secret fishing place
for everyone who goes there.
And the fish like to swim down in that wee hollow.
Below the boulder that looks like a...
Bird's beak.
I once pulled ten big trout out of there
in less than an hour.
I once caught two dozen.
All right.
It's true!
I love a good fish story.
I'm telling you,
it was two dozen full-grown trout,
not one less.
If you say so.
If you don't believe me, ask my father.
May I ask...
if you had a falling out with Lord John?
Yes, I have.
This falling out, it is...
of a private nature, I trust?
Yes.
I discovered he's a sodomite.
I take it this is not news to you?
No. It's not.
How did you...
I caught him in the arms of a man.
So in addition to being a sodomite,
he's an indiscreet one as well.
William, um,
I ken this must have been a big shock to you.
You and he,
at Ardsmuir...
were you lovers?
Is that why he agreed to raise your illegitimate son?
Why would you ask me something like that?
- Because it makes perfect sense. - But it isn't true.
You're very confident in defending a man
who's an admitted liar and a hypocrite.
John's life is his personal affair.
And I'll neither defend nor condemn it.
He's one of the best men I know.
He's acted as your father, has been your father
for most of your life, and in that time,
he has loved you, wi' his heart and soul,
and given you everything he had to give.
Except the truth.
On that point, at least, you're exactly the same.
Were you planning to say goodbye?
Or you just going to storm off
without a word like you did in Philadelphia?
I have cause, Madam.
I don't doubt that you do.
But hasty exits seldom result in happy reunions.
Is that one of Dr. Franklin's aphorisms?
You really are a goddamned American now, aren't you?
I didn't come here to trade barbs with you, William.
Whatever happened between you and Jamie, I...
Will no doubt be the topic of your next dinner party,
where I'm sure you'll all have a good laugh at my expense.
That was uncalled for.
Forgive me.
My mind is beset with chaotic thoughts at present.
Apology accepted.
It was a mistake to come here.
Foolish, impulsive mistake.
It was hardly impulsive.
It takes a long time just to get here.
Well, it was certainly foolish nonetheless.
Why?
Because you wanted to spend time with your father?
I came to see Brianna.
I know how much you care for her.
But we both know who it is that you really came to see.
Which, again, turned out to be a mistake.
Will you at least grant that I must certainly know
my own feelings on that account?
I won't argue with your feelings, no.
But...
We're in the middle of a war.
Of which I am fully aware.
And as a result,
this could be the last time you ever see your father alive.
That is remarkably bleak-sounding,
especially coming from you.
Jamie may well have to lead men into battle again soon.
And you, of all people, know
what the outcome of that may be.
So before you leave here,
I want you to think-
and I mean really think-
about how you would feel if this morning
was the last time you ever see your father.
Shorten your reigns a bit. That's it, heels down.
Keep your back straight.
That's it.
That's it, Willie.
Fanny?
What's wrong?
Some boys at the trading post read the pamphlet.
They spoke ill of my sister.
What did they say?
They said that because Jane, because she was a...
murderer,
and she took her own life,
that now she's in the eternal flames of hell.
That was a cruel thing to say.
What did thee do?
I was so angry, I struck one of them.
They ran away.
I can understand why thee felt such anger,
but violence rarely brings peace.
I know.
But I cannot bear it.
It's hard enough knowing I'll never see her again.
The thought of her suffering, burning forever...
Just because they said it doesn't make it so.
They said it's in the Bible.
The Bible speaks many things,
but not all who read it understand the full measure
of God's mercy.
Perhaps thee should speak to Roger on the matter.
He is learned in such things and shall soon be ordained.
I believe he may offer thee wisdom.
Pardon the intrusion, Uncle John.
What is it?
I found this letter outside addressed to you.
Thank you.
I hoped it might be a reply from William.
I don't think so.
"My dear Lord John,
I have located the whereabouts of our mutual acquaintance.
Please come to my solicitor's office in three days' time,
and I will have more information.
Your obedient servant, Percy Beauchamp."
Hold there!
The skirmish line allows us to maintain contact with the enemy
and observe their position without revealing our own.
Well done, Tom.
Spread out a bit there.
In combat, you'll hold the line,
but no' engage any targets until they engage wi' you.
Your job is to test them.
Make them reveal their true strength before they're ready,
then report back to me.
Skirmishers, fall back.
G'day to you.
Not exactly British regulars, are they?
No.
They do have potential.
They seem willing, even eager, to follow orders.
Aye.
On a beautiful day when the sun is shining in the woods,
and all is right with creation, but...
the real question is, will they follow orders
in the smoke and fire of battle?
Mr. Fraser.
Mr. Whitaker.
I see you brought friends.
As have you.
Aye.
May I introduce William Ransom.
William, this is Mr. Aaron Whitaker.
Your servant, sir.
Somehow, I doubt that.
What brings you here, Mr. Whitaker?
Ferguson's growing bolder.
He burned down an entire settlement of free men
when they refused to be pressed into service.
We heard he was planning to come for us,
so we fled and hid our families deeper into the mountains.
I'm sorry to hear that.
How can I help?
We're here to help you.
My men and I would like to join your militia.
We'll fight with you,
if you'll have us.
Gladly, sir.
Gladly.
I'll introduce you to the troops.
If you'll excuse me.
Hunting.
We should go hunting in the forest-
obviously, in the forest.
But together, you and I,
if-if you have the time and the inclination
for hunting in the forest.
I don't know why I keep saying forest.
Would tomorrow morning suit?
Yes.
Excellent.
Tomorrow morning.
I'll see you then.
In the forest.
? Be Thou my wisdom ?
? Be Thou my true word ?
? I ever with Thee ?
? And Thou with me, Lord ?
? Thou my great Father ?
? And I Thy dear son ?
? Thou in me dwelling ?
? And I with Thee one ?
I'm trying to pick a hymn for my,
ordination ceremony.
What do you think?
I don't know that one.
"Thou my great Father and I Thy dear son."
Perhaps God is a great father to His sons,
but I don't think He cares about His daughters.
What makes you say that?
Will you be different once you're ordained?
Well, my role will be different.
You've seen Mr. Fraser ride out with his men
when they're training together.
He raises his sword as a signal
to everyone that he's the leader,
so he doesn't have to stop and explain himself.
Well, folk will know that I am a leader too,
because being ordained is my sword.
But instead of leading people into battle,
I'll be leading them into God's hands.
Does that make sense?
Yes.
But I think they should give you a real sword too.
You might still need one just in case,
whether God likes it or not.
Is there something else on your mind, Fanny?
No.
Well, I'll be glad to see what you think of the ceremony.
Lord, bless the blood and flesh
of this creature you gave me,
your sacrifice of flesh and blood,
life given for life.
Beatha air a thoirt airson beatha.
All right, lad?
Expecting me to dress the creature?
I want to apologize for what I said at the river.
Dinna give it another thought.
On the contrary.
I've given it a great deal of thought, and...
the accusation was not only untrue,
it was malicious in intent and beneath us both.
Will you accept my apology?
Gladly.
We need never speak of it again.
At Helwater, when I was a boy,
I looked up to you.
Mac the groom,
the man who never treated me like a child,
even when he secretly made me a stinking papist.
You were the one person in my life
I wanted to emulate when I grew up.
I worshipped you like a hero,
as only a young boy truly can.
I loved you.
Then you left Helwater.
Left me.
And as you rode away, you never even looked back.
I am your son.
I didn't know it then, but you did.
How could you leave me?
I loved you too.
But I had nothing to give you.
No name, no money, no land.
I was a Jacobite.
A traitor.
Distrusted and hated by every man
who kept his oath to the king.
But I made those choices.
I was prepared to live with the consequences.
But you?
Much as I wanted to cry out the truth
to all the angels in heaven,
I ken you'd be condemned to a life of pain.
So...
did what I thought best.
I left.
And no, I...
dinna dare look back, lest the sight of your face
shatter my resolve.
I've regretted it for years.
Then you came to Fraser's Ridge with John.
I saw the man you'd become.
I ken the pain it caused you,
discovering the truth,
and the manner in which it was revealed.
For that, I am deeply sorry.
And I hope you can forgive me.
? O Lord of my heart ?
? Not be all else to me ?
? Save that Thou art ?
? Thou my best thought ?
? In the day and the night ?
? Waking or sleeping ?
? Thy presence my light ?
? Be Thou my wisdom ?
? Be Thou my true word ?
? I ever with Thee ?
? And Thou with me, Lord ?
? Thou my great Father ?
? And I Thy dear son ?
? Thou in me dwelling ?
? And I with Thee one ?
? Be Thou my breastplate ?
? My sword... ?
Is all well, Fanny?
Why didn't you stay at the ceremony?
I'm sorry, Mr. MacKenzie.
I wish I could have.
But I can't stand being in a place where
my sister isn't welcome.
Could I come in?
Unlike God,
I'm very welcoming.
You mean because of what your sister did
and how she died?
Jane committed a murder,
then murdered herself,
both mortal sins, so...
she's in hell now.
Oh, I'm not sure if that's true, Fanny.
The Bible says so, doesn't it?
Those are the rules.
That's why I like plants.
They can't sin.
They just live and die.
There's no eternal soul to worry about.
Different denominations have different beliefs.
Presbyterians, for instance,
don't necessarily believe that suicide is a sin.
Catholics do.
Well, the church has been known
to change its position on-
on a number of things,
because the church is made up of people.
Some of these rules were put in place by man,
not by God.
2 Corinthians 6:16 says,
"Ye are the temple of the living God."
So you see, we are His church.
Do you think Jane is with God then?
Now that you're a reverend, can you ask Him for me?
You don't need to be a minister to do that, Fanny.
So...
maybe you could ask Him that yourself.
Talk to Him. Let Him know how you feel.
God is always knocking on our door,
but it's up to you whether or not you let him in.
But I think it's helpful to be open
to the idea of the conversation.
Can you do that?
I can do that.
You know, my wise wife said to me just recently,
sometimes all you need is a bit of time.
But maybe she was talking about the herb.
Mr. MacKenzie, he's a funny man.
But he's nice.
He gave me hope I'll see you again.
If you can hear me, Janie,
please send me a sign.
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Percy, finally!
So sorry to keep you waiting.
I was unavoidably detained.
It's all right.
Though I fear I may have worn something
of a groove in your floor with all my pacing.
Not to worry.
Adds a bit of character, I suppose.
Sherry?
Uh, no.
No, I'd like to keep my head about me.
So you've found Captain Richardson?
I have, indeed.
Oh, don't keep me in suspense.
Where is the black-hearted scoundrel?
You needn't look far.
Good to see you.
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