Previously...
We won't set foot on our shores again
without Young Ian.
You canna take me away from my home!
He was holding the box. What should we do with him?
Keep him. The Bakra likes young boys.
That box once contained
three sapphires, and now there are only two.
Then mebbe my uncle took the jewel.
You didn't mean to share that with me, did you?
'Tis the tea you're drinking.
I've accepted Maclver's invitation
- to the governor's reception. - Mr. Campbell?
- And your sister, she's here? - She is.
Wherever did you get that lovely gemstone?
I need your sister to do readings for the crowd.
What do the words mean?
A new king will rise in Scotland
upon the death of a child that is 200 years old.
Captain Leonard is on the premises.
You are charged with the willful murder of John Barton.
Find Young Ian!
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I was dead.
Everything around me was a blinding white,
and there was a soft rushing sound,
like the wings of angels.
I felt peaceful and bodiless...
Free of terror, free of rage,
filled with a quiet happiness.
Hurry!
Why are we stopping?
Which way to the slaves' quarters?
Along the path.
Wait for me at the bottom of the road,
but if I'm not back by daybreak,
inquire after me at the main house.
Yes, Mistress.
Claire's been here.
I had hoped Mr. Willoughby would be here.
- Harm may have befallen him. - He's a clever man.
He'll ken how to avoid harm.
There's naught we can do for him. We dinna ken this island.
It's from Milady.
Milord has been arrested by Captain Leonard.
We must make haste to the Artemis, then.
We'll need help.
No. There's another way.
I must go now. Wait here for me.
Fergus Fraser.
I'm yer wife.
I'm coming with you.
Ian?
Shoo! Shoo!
Through all your blethering,
ye failed to tell me about yer Auntie Claire.
What has she to do with this?
It was she who was after the treasure.
- Why? - Perhaps you canna hear properly.
'Twas to pay a debt.
Ye're lying. She wanted the sapphire.
She learned about the prophecy.
I'm tired of yer blathering.
So leave me be, or get on with it, ye bitch!
I swear, I'll gut you!
Hercules just found someone.
Take him away... quickly.
Let go of me!
Hercules!
Geillis.
Sorry. It's late.
My coachman left me at the end of the road,
and I got lost trying to find the house.
Ye're welcome any time.
We're friends.
I apologize for my manservant's roughness.
He must have thought you an intruder.
What brings ye here?
Jamie's been arrested.
For what crime?
Someone's accused Jamie of murder.
Of course, he's innocent.
Now they're after me as well.
You must be exhausted.
Come sit.
Shame you couldn't have lost your way
and found Havana instead.
You are quite droll for a man in irons, Mr. Fraser.
We did have difficulties making our way here,
being quite shorthanded.
But we're here now.
However, that will not be for long.
Once we have provisioned and found proper crew,
we will transport you home to face trial.
Halt there, Lieutenant.
We'll be taking Mr. Fraser into our charge.
By what authority?
Your Excellency,
I must respectfully request
that you return this man to my custody.
He stands accused of murder and high treason.
A warrant has been issued for him in Scotland,
and I am duty-bound to ensure
his return there to face trial.
Of course.
May I see the warrant?
I... don't have it in my possession, your Excellency.
You don't have the warrant?
Then what do you have, Lieutenant Leonard?
Forgive me... Captain Leonard.
You must excuse my unfamiliarity
with the somewhat liberal practices
of the naval service,
insofar as conferring rank is concerned.
I'm afraid the army takes
a somewhat more traditional stance
in these matters,
preferring to grant a title of command
only when it has been earned.
Now, as to your request...
If you are unable to produce the warrant,
then what have you to support your claim against this man?
Well, surely you must have some evidence
to put forward before you dispossess him of his freedom.
A member of my crew encountered this man in Edinburgh
while in the service of the Crown and can attest
to the incriminating activities he saw there.
I see.
Then I presume your witness has made an affidavit
and sworn its veracity before a magistrate.
May I see the affidavit?
Having only just arrived, I've not yet
- had the opportunity... - Lieutenant... Captain!
Do you mean to say you have neither warrant
nor affidavit to support your claim?
Surely you do not mean to arrest a British subject
on nothing more than the scurrilous gossip
of the lower deck?
Your Excellency...
I am satisfied as to both the validity of the charge
and the identity of this man.
And as a senior naval officer on the Porpoise,
I am justified under the Articles of War
in my desire to take him into custody.
Indeed, Captain...
were he captured at sea.
However, your authority ends at the water's edge,
which is precisely where my authority begins.
And until such time as I am satisfied
as to the validity of this alleged warrant,
this man will retain his liberty.
- Your Excellency... - Thank you...
Lieutenant Leonard.
Seems I'm indebted to you yet again...
For saving my life.
Seems we've been indebted to each other so many times
I lost count.
Until the next time, then.
Good-bye, John.
Good-bye, Jamie. And...
Good luck.
Then Jamie and I arrived here...
Jamaica.
That's a braw tale.
But ye seem to have omitted one detail.
Why are you here?
I just told you.
25 years ago, you dropped out of the sky
into my life... and now, again,
you appear on my doorstep.
Strange how fate keeps bringing us together.
I never met another traveler. Only you.
We share a bond...
something even you and Jamie can't share.
Suppose we do.
I befriended you, and because of that,
I let my guard down.
I sacrificed all for you,
and still you come into my home and lie to me.
You've been lying since we met.
I'm not lying to you, Geillis.
I now see it was you who poisoned Colum's mind.
Ye turned him against Dougal and against the rising.
Just didn't know how far you'd come to stop me.
Stop you from what?
From fighting for a Scot to sit on the throne.
I've done no such thing.
Charles Stuart had his chance.
He's water under the bridge,
but I'm not talking about the Bonnie Prince.
I'm talking about the new king.
Geillis...
I have no idea what you're getting at.
I was just as shocked to see you at the reception...
Don't play the fool with me, Claire.
You knew full well about the Brahan Seer,
and the sapphires, and that I was getting close
to freeing my people from the tyrannical rule
of the English, and returning my homeland
to its former glory, as God meant it!
I think I had better leave.
Stop her!
Get your hands off me!
This isn't Cranesmuir, Claire.
There's no one here to defend you,
save the truth.
What is it that you want to hear?
Why have you been after me all these years?
I haven't even been in this time
for the last 20 years.
More lies.
Right before Culloden,
I went back to my own time, in 1948.
You'd never leave your beloved Jamie.
Well, I didn't want to.
But he made me leave, because we knew
what would happen.
I don't believe you.
Not even war could part the two of ye.
I was pregnant!
Pregnant?
And ye left your husband?
I had to...
for the safety of my child.
You know how it was after the '45...
The bloodshed, the clearances.
Well, I went back to raise her in my own time, in Boston.
And then, when she was old enough, I returned to find Jamie,
but that was a few months ago!
So you're claiming you traveled
through the stones three times
and survived it?
I've read better stories in Mills & Boon.
You can have her. Do what ye will.
Look, I have proof!
Here. Look.
This is my daughter.
How could I be in these photos
if I wasn't telling you the truth?
She looks familiar. What's her name?
Brianna.
You actually met her...
at the university in Inverness in 1968.
Aye.
I did meet her.
She was at the White Roses rally,
later, at the pub.
That was your daughter?
And we were there the night that you went through the stones.
That was you shouting my name?
I wanted to tell you about what would happen
at the witch trial.
I tried to warn you.
- Then you must have seen... - Your husband.
Yes.
Well, what was left of him.
He was one of my favorites.
Handsome...
such a lovely cock.
But a sacrifice is required, Claire,
- for the sake of the cause. - I never needed a sacrifice
any time I went through.
Then how did you do it?
I don't know.
I think it has...
something to do with who's on the other side...
Drawing you to them.
That might be so.
But I'd just as soon have blood.
A girl can't be too careful.
A 200-year-old baby...
Imagine that.
My dear friend, I've acted monstrously.
But you can understand.
Our paths keep crossing so ominously, and...
well, it frightens me.
Things haven't been easy for me.
It's hard to distinguish friend from foe.
But I now see that we've been brought together
by forces more powerful than ourselves.
I shall retire now.
I'll have a servant show you to a guest room,
where you can stay as long as you need.
Ian?
Claire!
Oh, Christ, how did you...
Fergus got word to John Grey.
Ye all right, Sassenach?
Yes, I'm fine. Geillis has Young Ian!
Come on.
Which way now, Sassenach?
This way... towards the drumming.
Claire!
Jamie!
Willoughby?
Willoughby.
They are... with me.
What are you doing here?
I am with Miss Campbell.
These kind people heard of her gifts,
and they asked her to come.
Thank you.
Margaret?
She is the first woman to truly see me...
the man that I am, and...
I see her.
We wish to be together.
After tonight, we will go to Martinique...
make a home there.
Have you seen Ian?
I have not.
Well, perhaps Margaret has.
He's with Mrs. Abernathy.
Margaret.
Mistress.
I was so pleased to see you at the governor's reception.
I'm pleased to see you too.
You seem happier.
Margaret, can you tell us where Mistress Abernathy may be?
I see you...
in an orchard of death...
sown with blood.
I see...
the rabbit.
Christ.
I see a bird...
on a windowsill.
He sings to you when you are sorrowful,
but you hear him.
I knew it was you.
My father...
I've been dreaming about you.
I love you.
You too, Mama!
Oh, no...
the monster... Don't let it take me!
Help me! Help me!
Margaret, Margaret... What are you talking about?
Abandawe.
You've said that to me before once.
The cave, right?
The monster is coming.
Margaret!
What have you done to her, you wicked heathen?
- You are not welcome here. - Fine.
We'll be going. Come, sister.
Mr. Campbell, please!
Have you forgotten about our patron, Mistress Abernathy?
What have you to do with Mistress Abernathy?
This does not concern you!
Your patron has taken my nephew.
I know naught of your nephew.
My only interest is the Brahan Seer prophecy
and the 200-year-old baby that
Mistress Abernathy's pursuing.
- Tell us! - The prophecy states
that a new king of Scotland will arise
upon the death of a child that's 200 years old
on the day it's born.
200-year-old baby...
- He's not making sense. - Bree.
Jamie!
Margaret, we're leaving.
Do you have the other photo? The one with the dog?
No.
You are not leaving with her.
I dinna answer to the likes of you.
Margaret, Mistress Abernathy is expecting
our services to be rendered.
Do not touch me, Chinaman!
I'm Yi Tien Cho.
I know what you've done to her!
You are not worthy of this woman.
Geillis must have taken it.
Why would she take it?
I told her...
th-that I had a child in the future...
Th-that Brianna was yours.
She met her right before
Geillis came back through the stones.
She thinks Brianna's the 200-year-old baby.
You'll come with me now.
- Or must I use the stick? - No.
You made me tell fortunes with riddles.
I won't do it anymore!
She's going to go back there to...
Kill her.
We need to find Geillis... now.
Oh, there's a place... on the island...
Like Craigh na Dun.
Father Fogden told me about it. People disappear there.
Abandawe.
Abandawe!
Abandawe. Where?
It bad place.
Take us there.
The boy there, he die.
You follow...
you die.
That's it.
She's in there.
I can hear the hum.
Jamie... the portal must be nearby.
If it takes me...
I may not be able to come back through again.
You ken that... if anything should happen to me,
you must still follow her.
You must go.
We lost Faith.
We will not lose Brianna.
Don't worry.
You'll be sacrificed for a great cause.
So you came, did you?
- Ian! - Don't come any closer, fox.
Persist, and Hercules will put a bullet in your head.
I only spare ye because Claire is fond of you.
Geillis, don't!
Geillis!
Geillis.
A life for a life, sweet Claire.
I saved you from the pyre after the witch trial.
Ye owe me a life.
He's just a boy.
He's just fodder for my passage.
It's your daughter's life ye owe me.
- Geillis. - I have to, Claire...
for the greater good.
It was then I realized
that the pool was the portal.
We are the chosen, you and I.
We have a responsibility to change history.
I gave up my child for the cause.
You must do the same.
No!
This is God's will!
No!
Go.
Go. You're free.
Uncle Jamie.
Come to me.
There's no reason to be afraid, lad.
Claire? Claire!
Claire.
Let's get out of this place.
I knew you'd come, Uncle Jamie.
But ye left it a bit late, aye?
I did, then.
I'm sorry, Ian.
We're all right now. Sassenach.
She's from a cave in the Caribbean.
Full grown, maybe late 40s.
Broken neck.
More than that. Somebody tried
to cut this lady's head clean off.
It's all right.
We'll rest now.
We must return to the ship.
I told Fergus to gather our belongings,
have Lesley and Hayes make ready to sail.
But first, I must hold you both.
It was very generous of Lord John
to use his influence to withdraw the warrant.
Aye... it'll be good to return to Scotland, Sassenach.
Mm...
Be nice to be home.
Aye.
Ah... we'll, uh...
we'll return Ian straight to Jenny.
He might not want to go back,
after all this adventure.
I dinna care if he wants to or not.
I'll deliver him to Lallybroch
if I must stuff him into a hogshead.
Don't shave your beard.
Four days' growth since we left Kingston.
Funny.
You have some new white hairs here.
Hm.
Well, it's little wonder if I have.
Surprised I dinna have a full head of white hair,
after all I've suffered these past few months.
I like this.
It's different.
- Aye? - Mm-hmm.
How different?
When you kiss me...
against my skin.
Well, you have very fine... skin, Sassenach.
Like pearl.
Indeed, you have a lot of very fine skin,
if that's what you had in mind.
That's, uh...
more or less...
what I had in mind, yes.
I have...
given much thought...
About what I want to do to you when we arrive on dry land.
And what's that?
I've considered in great detail...
what I want to do to you,
should I have you naked and willing...
and no one hearing.
With enough room
to serve you... suitably.
Well... I'm willing.
And there's...
certainly enough room.
And as for being naked, well...
Oh.
I'll see to that.
It's all part of the plan.
What's the plan?
Hmm.
I shall take you to some private spot
in a heather of some rolling hill,
and begin by sitting...
beside ye.
I suppose that is a beginning.
- Mm-hmm. - And what then?
As for what's next...
I shall take you on my knee...
And kiss ye...
So much for step one.
And after that?
Then I shall lay you down...
twist your hair up in my hand...
taste your mouth...
throat... and bosom with my lips.
I shall do that until
you start making squeaking noises.
I do not make "squeaking noises."
Oh, aye, you do.
Hand me that towel, huh?
And then...
Then what?
And then...
I shall lay you on your back.
And you might... you might moan a bit...
if ye like, to encourage me.
Otherwise, you just lay still.
Next...
I shall lie upon my back...
and have you stretched out at length upon me.
So that I can take hold of your buttocks and...
fondle them properly.
My God.
You have the roundest ass I've ever seen.
If you wish to kick your legs a bit,
or make lewd motions with your hips,
and pant in my ear and make those wee noises...
at any point in the proceedings,
I won't have any... great objection.
I do not pant...
or make "wee noises."
Do you not?
- Uh-uh. - Well, then I shall
spread open your thighs...
Take down my breeks, and...
And what?
And then we shall see...
what sort of noises ye dinna make then, Sassenach.
Cool air will be a blessing after the heat of the island.
Mm-hmm.
- Huh... - Hmm?
Skies are turning.
Steer into the wind!
Come on, lad!
We have to hold it steady!
- We must help Milord! - Ye'll do
as ye're ordered this time!
He needs all hands on deck.
Mac Dubh kens what's best!
Yes, he does.
And he wants you all to stay down here!
It's best to let
the experienced sailors do their duty.
I don't want to stay below,
where I'll be tossed about
with no notion of what's happening overhead!
You have no choice in the matter, young man.
Stay down here!
Well, where are you going, Auntie?
I'm still the ship's surgeon!
Secure the cargo and get inside!
Go, go!
Claire!
Jamie!
It's too dangerous! Get back below.
I can't hold it!
Help me!
Let me help you!
I think it's broken.
Come on, help me get him below.
Claire!
Hold on!
We're losing her!
It's no use! She's gone broadside!
Secure the wheel and help me get the men below!
Get below!
Everyone, get below deck!
- Everyone, below deck! - Jamie!
Get in, Fraser!
I need to get my wife!
Jamie!
Claire!
I was dead.
Everything around me was a blinding white.
And there was a soft rushing sound,
like the wings of angels.
I felt peaceful...
And bodiless...
free of terror, free of rage...
filled with a quiet happiness.
Claire... Claire!
God.
Claire!
God damn you, Sassenach!
If you die here now, I swear I'll kill you.
Sassenach...
Oh, thank Christ.
Oh... oh, I thought you were dead.
I told you I'd never leave you again.
Scared me half to death.
Where are we?
I dinna ken.
The Artemis?
Are you all right, man?
Aye... we...
we have all our limbs.
You must be from the ship,
or what's left of it.
She's run aground on the mud flats
four miles south of here.
Are there, uh...
any survivors?
Aye, the folks have gone down
to care for them.
What a mercy it is that you were saved.
I've never seen such a dreadful blow
this time of year.
I'm Joseph Olivier.
This is my wife Patsy and our daughter.
James Fraser and...
and my, uh... my wife...
Claire.
This, um...
this may seem strange, but, uh...
Where are we?
We call it Les Perles.
What we mean to ask is...
What island is this?
You're not on an island at all.
You're on the mainland, on the colony of Georgia.
Georgia?
America.
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