Previously on Outlander...
She was raped.
It's him.
You beat up the wrong man.
I was defending your honor,
and now I come to find ye claim yourself violated
upon findin' yerself wi' child.
I was violated,
by someone else!
It was him.
No! No!
When ye've delivered my daughter to River Run,
find Stephen Bonnet.
Bring him to me in secret.
Now where the hell is Roger?
I sold him to the Mohawk.
I will find him, lass. I wilna rest until I do.
Don't even think of trying to escape again.
Move. We're leaving.
Move!
*CREDITS*
I dinna mean to disturb ye, but...
I-I thought ye might like a morsel of somethin'
while ye're drawing.
Thank you, Lizzie.
God in heaven.
What have I brought ye to?
Monstrous darkness, ye're... ye're possessed.
Lizzie, I'm not possessed.
I'm...
I'm hurt,
and angry.
It's all my fault.
No.
You made an honest mistake.
You thought you were protecting me.
But I made such a mess of things.
Will ye ever forgive me?
Of course.
It's over.
We don't need to talk about it again.
And,
what about yer father?
Will ye forgive him as well?
H-he wouldna have done what he did
if I hadna been mistaken about Mr. Wakefield.
Even if I could forgive him for what he did to Roger,
I can't forget the things he said to me.
I'll leave ye to yer drawing then, Mistress.
Ye'll have heard about the Mohawk, no doubt,
in yer time.
Only in movies.
The moving pictures I've told you about.
I don't know much about them.
Sometimes it's hard to separate fact from fiction.
When ye dinna have two sides of the story, aye, it is.
Well, the portrayals don't tend to weigh heavily in favor
of the Mohawk.
If there was a moving picture about us,
about me,
I'd be seen as a fearsome brute.
That would be one side of the story.
Uncle.
Did the Cherokee recognize that?
Aye, they believe it's from a Mohawk village
called Shadow Lake.
There's a good chance Roger's been taken there.
Would they be willing to guide us there?
It's at least two months' ride north.
Did ye tell them we'll pay, with whisky and furs?
They have no business there, Uncle.
The Cherokee wilna accompany us.
Then we must find our own way there.
I can speak some Mohawk,
and the Mohawk I sold Roger to spoke English.
We don't know what lies ahead,
and it'll be dangerous, but...
Aye.
Aye, we've lived wi' the fear of the unknown before,
not knowing if the other is alive or dead,
but each passing day,
Bree must suffer through the very same thing.
Let's be on our way, then.
Auntie.
Ye should go to him while we've stopped.
Why?
Does he need help?
So ye're still angry with him, then?
No.
Is that what you think?
Aren't ye?
No.
Go to him, Auntie Claire.
We're going to make this right.
I know, Ian.
We didna mean to be reckless. We thought...
I know what you thought.
What you both thought.
It's just, I'm...
finding it hard not to think about how Brianna
and Roger must feel.
One day, when you've children of your own, you'll understand.
You never stop worrying about them.
I dinna ken about that.
I hate to see ye both sufferin' so.
Crossed paths not too long ago.
I reckon he'll be in Wilmington in a week's time,
but ye're wasting yer breath if ye think Stephen Bonnet
will take on a man with one hand.
It's not why I'm asking...
Merde.
Any luck today?
Still no work at the butcher's, then?
'Tis usually the men that do the butchering,
rather than having been butchered themselves.
In Milord's eyes, I'm whole, but...
to them, here, I'm...
I'm less than a man.
'Tis no work in Wilmington for someone like me.
Here's some men who'd be better served out at work.
At least ye're tryin'.
They've been in there for hours.
I have a mind to turn them in myself.
For what crime?
None of that cheek, Fergus Fraser,
not when Murtagh has enlisted yer aid
in capturing a murderer.
Stephen Bonnet should be in Wilmington in a week's time.
So I heard today.
I dinna like it,
not with all his meetings with his Regulators.
It is burden enough
harborin' a wanted man under our roof.
He would do the same for me.
If it comes to that, then...
aye, we must.
I hope it does.
Speak to Malachi.
Give him the list of names
of all those willing to lay down their lives.
- Have ye news of Bonnet? - Aye.
Good news.
We dinna have much time to get ye ready.
Ready for what?
Mistress Cameron's holdin' a dinner next week,
and I need to fit ye for a new dress.
Phaedre, could you please tell my aunt
I don't need a new dress?
But ye do, Mistress,
and a new dress will help hide yer... condition.
Hide it from whom?
We've got us a lord coming to visit from Virginia,
master of Mount Josiah.
Mistress Cameron wants to introduce ye to him
and some of her other friends.
I don't want to meet anyone.
Ye dinna mean that.
Ye'll soon learn that Mistress Cameron's dinners
are the talk of the county,
and once ye have a new dress...
Phaedre, stay there, by the window.
The light, the way it hits your face...
Here.
What are ye doing, Miss Fraser?
I'm drawing you.
Why on Earth would ye do that?
You're beautiful.
Thank ye, Miss Fraser...
But there's much to be done,
and Mistress Cameron
- wilna be pleased if... - You let me worry
about Mistress Cameron.
- Brianna? - Yes, Auntie?
I have something for ye.
If I recall correctly, these earrings will look lovely
with yer dress.
Thank you, but I told Phaedre I don't need a new dress.
Aye, she mentioned that,
which is why I'm having her alter one of mine
to fit ye instead.
These are the earrings I used to wear with it.
That's... very kind of you.
Ye really should try it on.
She'll need to take some measurements, of course.
We want ye to look yer best, dear, for the dinner.
It's no every day a lord graces these halls.
I ken, ye're consumed with worry,
and biding yer time here with naught to do about it...
It's distressing, at the very least,
but there's comfort to be found in the company of others.
Will ye no enjoy some food,
some lively conversation?
Thank you, but I'm...
honestly happier being by myself,
reading, drawing.
I used to paint.
I was never as talented as yer grandmother, Ellen.
I don't know much about her.
She was an artist?
Aye.
You...
ye're very much like her.
Ye have her spirit.
I do?
She was our father's favorite.
She remained unmarried well past the time
a young woman ought to be settled with a husband,
but...
he wouldna force her into a marriage
she herself wouldn't accept.
How modern of him.
She was headstrong. Followed her heart.
And after Father died,
she wed the man she truly loved,
Brian Fraser.
Our father would've been happy for her.
You're right.
Conversation is good for a worried mind.
Aye, and there's plenty more to be had.
Phaedre is waiting for ye in yer chamber
with the dress.
Sorry! Did I wake ye?
Trouble sleeping, lass?
All this about the taxes,
with the Governor and the Regulators...
D'ye think it'll come to anythin'?
I think mebbe it will, aye.
Then I'm hoping ye'll do somethin'.
Tell Fergus ye want him to fight alongside ye.
Marriage not all ye hoped it would be, lass?
If ye're wanting rid of him,
I can take him out back and...
If I wanted him shot, I'd do it myself.
And it wouldna be Fergus I'd take aim at first.
He doesna put his boots on my blankets.
Christ.
I'd like ye to ask Fergus
to join ye and yer men
to fight,
if and when the time comes.
Lass, his...
Aye.
I ken.
Then ye understand why I'm asking ye.
Aye.
I'll have a whole man,
or none at all.
Um, Miss Fraser is here, Mistress.
Ladies and gentlemen,
may I present my niece,
Brianna Fraser.
The Forbes, Mistress.
Brianna, this is Gerald Forbes
and his sister, Prudence Forbes.
I've been looking forward to this occasion.
Have you been enjoying your time at River Run?
Yes.
My aunt has been a most generous hostess.
How do you spend your days here?
Drawing, mostly.
The lass is quite accomplished.
Splendid! What sort of things do you draw?
I recently finished a portrait of Phaedre.
I presume you mean the Phaedre of Greek mythology,
wife of Theseus.
Yes. A good, strong, Greek name.
I believe Phaedre is one of the slaves
here at River Run.
You mean to say you draw negroes?
Brianna, I-I-I don't believe you've had the pleasure.
This is Mistress Alderdyce
and her son, the Honorable Judge Alderdyce.
I draw whatever inspires me.
Very courageous. I'd love to see it.
I could have Ulysses fetch it for you, if you'd like.
Heavens, no. What is the world coming to?
To think you'd choose that as your subject
in a beautiful place such as this.
Why not a landscape?
Young folk today, my goodness.
Whatever shall we do with them?
I'm sure Lieutenant Wolff will have some thoughts to share.
Where are ye, dear friend?
I have newfound empathy
for your great-aunt's lack of sight.
You're too kind.
With your aunt's permission,
I'd like to take you on an excursion to New Bern,
to show you some of the,
magnificent sights.
Perhaps, sometime.
Miss Fraser,
there is something I wish to show you.
Perhaps you would be so good as to accompany me?
Brianna.
Perhaps we should all join them in the parlor.
Ulysses.
Mistress.
I'm thinking of having one of these stones
fashioned into a piece of jewelry,
a gift.
Tell me, my dear,
which one pleases you most?
The sapphire, the emerald, the topaz,
or the diamond?
With your instinct for loveliness,
you would have a most valuable opinion,
should you be willing to oblige me with it.
I, um...
shouldn't like to venture my own opinion
without first hearing Mistress Alderdyce's choice.
Well, I...
May I present Lord John Grey.
Greetings, one and all.
Mistress Cameron, very glad to be here.
I'm sure a splendid evening awaits us.
Ye're most welcome here, my lord.
Please, allow me to introduce my niece.
Miss Fraser, undoubtedly.
I'm an acquaintance of your parents.
I need...
I need to lay my hands on as many rifles as possible.
Maybe I should just teach the Regulators
how to wail instead.
It's very effective.
Son, son.
It seems there are some here who do not appreciate
your contribution to the cause.
Join us, will ye?
What?
Join our militia.
You... you want me?
Ye've courage,
and I trust ye.
If I'm to fight Tryon's army,
I can think of no man I'd rather have by my side.
I'm honored that you've asked,
but...
But my place is here,
with Marsali and Germain.
'Tis here.
The ship ye've been waiting for,
the Gloriana, 'tis in port.
Off wi' ye, then.
Thank ye.
And the woman claimed to tell fortunes
by holding a personal item.
It was rather amusing, I must admit,
though not the strangest thing that happened
during my time in Jamaica.
A very strange place, indeed,
though that is a story for another glass.
Your turn.
I've embarrassed myself enough for one evening, surely.
I...
I don't have any anecdotes half as entertaining as yours,
and I'm certainly no fortuneteller,
but I, do have something for occasions such as these
that I learned a long time ago
on the subject of psychology.
The science of the soul, if you will.
Well, it sounds intriguing.
Yet it only works with strangers.
Might we all partake?
Of course. I'll ask you a few questions,
and I want you to picture whatever comes to mind first.
And you, you might want to close your eyes.
This does sound interesting.
Happy to oblige.
Must I close my eyes when you are before me?
Yes.
I want you to imagine
that you're in a forest with someone.
Can you picture the person?
- Yes, clear as day. - Yes.
You encounter an animal.
Should we tell you what it is?
Not yet.
I want you to imagine
that you reach a clearing.
You may open your eyes.
Is that it?
Now, one at a time, you'll tell me what you saw,
and I'll tell you what each answer represents,
symbolically speaking.
What fun.
Judge Alderdyce, are you happy to go first?
Who was with you in the forest?
I was walking with Christ.
And the animal you saw?
A squirrel.
One very particular fellow, in fact.
Frequents my mother's garden each morning.
You see, when a person is walking with Christ,
it can mean that they're seeking forgiveness,
or reassurance for something.
Given my occupation, it's no surprise
that the notion of forgiveness is often on my mind.
Yes, but when walking with Christ yourself,
coupled with the squirrel you saw in your mother's garden...
You see, the animal you encounter
represents life's problems,
and given that squirrels tend to hoard things away,
it would seem that your problems are secrets.
Something Mrs. Alderdyce
doesn't know about, then,
since the squirrel was in her garden.
I assure you, I know everything there is to know about my son.
Of course.
If you'll excuse me for a moment,
I must take some air.
Well, well.
There may be something in this after all.
Very entertaining.
My niece is a clever lass indeed.
- She is. - She is, aye.
So, Lord John, dare I ask
who was with you in the forest?
it was, um...
You don't have to think too hard about it.
Who came to mind first?
Your father.
I thought of your father.
Why would you think of him?
Well, you are sitting right here in front of me,
and...
he did ask me to look in on you.
And why would you need to do that?
He merely wrote to ask
that I visit to ensure all is well.
He mentioned he was about to embark upon a long journey.
And he gave no reason at all
as to why all might not be well?
No.
But from your response,
I'm beginning to suspect it might not be.
Your father would never divulge anything that you yourself
would not wish to tell me.
He's an honorable man.
Don't talk to me about my father's honor.
If you'll excuse me,
Is it my turn?
I'm eager to tell you who my forest companion was.
Perhaps we could take a walk in the grounds
and discuss in more detail.
I'm... feeling quite unwell.
My dear!
What's happened?
Miss Brianna just fainted, Mistress,
but Lord John was there.
Lord John, please escort my niece
into the parlor.
Ulysses, more wine for everyone.
A cold cloth will help.
I'm more than willing to ride out and summon a physician.
No, that won't be necessary.
Mistress.
I was so worried when I heard that ye'd fainted,
and in yer condition.
Lizzie, I'm fine.
Really, I'm feeling much better.
Would you like me to go and prepare your bedchamber?
I'd appreciate that.
Miss Fraser...
So you are not ill, as such?
Am I to understand you are to be a mother?
One of the entertaining anecdotes
I decided not to share at the dinner table.
Your father didn't tell me about this, you know.
Did you lose your husband?
I suppose I did lose him, in a way, yes.
My father allowed him to be traded to the Mohawk.
It's a long story, but...
they're searching for him as we speak.
That's where they are?
Jamie, your... your parents
are going to rescue this man from the Mohawk?
Yes. I wanted to go with them,
but my condition wouldn't allow for it,
so I made them promise they'd bring him back to me.
And Mistress Cameron is fully apprised of this?
She certainly is,
and yet I'm starting to suspect
that it's part of the reason for this dinner.
She is trying to secure me a husband.
I see.
Surely you cannot take another husband
if you're already married?
Well, Roger and I were handfast,
with no witnesses.
That is a predicament.
When your father wrote and asked for me to come,
he enclosed a letter,
and said I was to deliver it to you personally.
Miss Fraser seems to be feeling well once more.
I'm very glad to hear that.
Well, it's late.
Tomorrow is a new day.
If you'll permit it,
we'll speak again in the morning.
Good night.
Mistress Cameron,
thank you for a lovely dinner.
You are a most gracious hostess.
My pleasure, Your Lordship.
Ulysses, I'd like a word with my aunt.
Phaedre, let us prepare the bedchambers
for the guests staying overnight.
May I speak frankly?
Of course.
Ye've been doing so all evening.
I couldn't help but notice that most of your guests
are unmarried men.
Lord John was married.
His wife took ill and passed.
And the rest?
You just pulled them out of a hat?
What a strange expression.
They're my friends,
gentlemen I've been acquainted with for many years,
any one of whom would make an acceptable suitor.
If we are speaking frankly, niece,
it's time we found you a husband.
And what if I don't want a husband?
What does want have to do with it?
Everything!
Everything?
Ye've a bairn coming.
Yer time to be particular is long past.
Ye've nothing, not a penny to yer name,
a name at risk of being tarnished, at that.
Ye have to think of yer future,
yer security.
A marriage to one of these men
will be of great benefit to ye.
And to you as well, no doubt.
The union of two families
is always a blessing.
What about love?
You said my grandmother married for love.
Aye.
She did.
Like ye, Ellen was with child before she wed.
Our brothers Colum and Dougal
tried to arrange a marriage for her,
but she outwitted them
when she eloped with Brian Fraser,
but...
the important thing is,
the bairn was born in wedlock.
If yours is not,
he'll be branded a fatherless bastard.
His life will be ruined.
Brianna.
I ken ye once had a man ye loved,
but he's gone.
It's not what ye want to hear,
but he's not coming back.
He's with the savages now, be it dead or alive.
The sooner ye accept that, the better.
Ye canna live on hope.
There, that's him.
We need him on his own.
I have a plan.
Hello.
Think you've got the wrong room, sir.
Aye.
I'm looking for a gentleman.
You're no gentleman.
Bring the horse closer in.
What's all this?
What have you done to that man?
Return to yer wife and child.
What are you doing?
Unhand him!
You should go.
Something very familiar about you.
Strange. Dinna think we've had the pleasure.
I do think ye'll find there's something very familiar
about my companion, Stephen Bonnet.
- The murderer? - Aye, 'tis.
Who escaped the gallows?
I have seen you before,
on a broadsheet, Murtagh Fitzgibbons.
Take him.
Good mornin', Miss Fraser.
Mistress Cameron is askin' ye
to come down for some tea.
I'm to dress ye in something especially becomin'.
Why is that?
Mister Forbes was quite taken with ye last night.
He intends to ask for yer hand in marriage.
Mistress Cameron gave her blessing.
I'm sure she did.
Are ye no pleased?
Of course I'm pleased.
I just... I need some time to prepare myself,
to take some air.
Would you tell my aunt that when you came to wake me,
I'd gone on my morning walk?
If ye dinna mind me askin',
how long should I tell the mistress ye'll be?
I'll join you in an hour or so, I promise,
and will you send Lizzie to see me?
- I need your help. - Anything, Mistress.
Find Lord John and ask him
to meet me in the grounds by the large oak.
And, Lizzie, be discreet.
It's not too cold for you?
No. You?
I enjoy the brisk air.
I would comment on the weather,
or ask your opinion on the gardens, but,
with the time passing, I...
I wanted to ask instead,
will you marry me?
Dear God in heaven.
I'm not sure this is what your father had in mind
when he asked me to look in on you.
I know, but if I didn't ask, for the sake of my child...
You are your father's daughter. That's certain.
Look, I don't want any of your money.
I'll sign a paper saying so.
You wouldn't have to live with me, either,
although I should probably come to Virginia with you,
at least for a little while.
Jamie is one of the people I cherish most on this Earth,
and...
drawn to you for reasons I cannot explain, but...
I cannot take your hand in marriage.
Lord John, if you refuse my offer,
it is with deep regret that I'll have to reveal
what I saw you doing last night
with one of my supposed suitors.
Whatever it is you think you saw,
- you're quite mistaken. - No, I know what I saw,
and I will write letters
to the governor, the sheriff...
Knowing the severity of the punishment
of this crime, you would do that?
- My life would be ruined. - Then I'll tell Jamie.
Well, that's assuming he doesn't already know,
and as you said yourself,
he's otherwise engaged.
In an actual forest somewhere.
You imagined him when I asked at dinner.
You pictured yourself with Jamie in the forest.
You could've picked anyone...
Your late wife, for instance.
I am almost tempted to submit to your outrageous proposal.
It would certainly teach you to play with fire.
That sounds like a threat.
You mean you... with women too?
I was married.
It wasn't an arrangement of convenience, then.
I am perfectly capable of carrying out
my husbandly duties, I assure you.
Come.
Let's sit for a moment.
I'm sorry, Brianna,
but I cannot marry you.
No, I'm sorry.
I know I sound insane,
and I... I really wouldn't have said a word to anybody.
No.
Not entirely insane.
When I close my eyes, I do see your father...
But I also see your mother,
their connection with each other,
their love.
Does she know? My mother?
She is a perceptive woman, as are you.
I agree with your aunt.
You should marry.
But you understand now why I cannot be your husband.
I have faith in your parents.
They will find Roger and bring him back to you.
You mustn't give up hope.
There's something else, isn't there?
Even if they do bring Roger back...
He might not want to...
He might not be the...
What is it?
I was violated.
And the baby, um...
I don't... I don't know whose...
- Do you know this man? - No.
No, I found out later.
His name is Stephen Bonnet.
And Forbes is about to propose.
If I marry him, I'll...
be exchanging hope for a broken heart.
But I'll do what I must
for the sake of my child.
I'll do what I must.
Jocasta's expecting me.
I'll not forget your part in all this, Mistress Cameron.
The union of our families is a blessing to us all.
Niece.
Good morning, Aunt.
Mister Forbes has a matter to put before you.
I, um...
Thank you for waiting for me, my dear.
Have you told them our good news?
No, I haven't.
I've asked for Miss Fraser's hand in marriage,
and she has accepted.
A joyous occasion.
Indeed.
Had you not encouraged me to find a husband,
I would never have opened my heart to Lord John.
Thank you, Aunt Jocasta.
Good day to you all.
Mister Forbes.
Come to me, my dear.
I dinna ken how you managed it.
A MacKenzie ye truly are.
What wonderful news.
Agh, Christ!
Are you all right?
It's nothing, Sassenach.
Rollo, what's that?
Rollo, what is that, boy?
Here, here. Rollo, let go!
What is that?
Auntie...
That's human.
Rollo! Rollo!
Christ!
Rollo!
Rollo?
Rollo, get back.
He's been dead for at least a month.
I've seen this man before.
When I sold Roger to the Mohawk.
That waistcoat,
and missing two fingers...
He was with Roger.
Claire?
I didn't find anything.
I went nearly a mile.
Nothing.
Nothing?
Well, then, there's hope.
There's hope that Roger's still alive.
What a world to bring a child into.
You know, I've said and done things
that I... I never thought I would,
or could.
Sometimes, people do the wrong thing
for the right reasons.
I'm sure your father would know something about that.
Please don't.
It doesn't change what's happened.
No.
But I don't know what's worse,
dwelling on the past or thinking about the future.
If you were to see my son, William...
His eyes lighting up
upon seeing something for the first time.
You have a son.
I didn't know that.
He's in Lynchburg, Virginia.
Well, if he is anything like his father,
he must be a perfect gentleman.
He is...
very much like his father.
But he's not truly mine.
We don't share any blood.
- You're a good man. - No.
Good doesn't come into it.
I love him more than life itself.
I am sure Roger will too...
Love the child.
The thing is,
we're all here in this New World
not because it's new.
These lands are as old as any.
It's only new,
because there is hope,
and hope is at the very heart of love.
I canna help but think someone'll be missin' him.
One thing is certain.
He was somebody's child.
I'm sorry.
I was upset,
but not with you.
Who else?
Everybody. The world.
Stephen Bonnet.
But not you.
Brianna used to confide in Frank.
Sometimes with me.
But when he died,
it was just the two of us.
Any secrets were our secrets.
And no one else.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you it was Stephen Bonnet
when I knew.
Had I, it might have saved Roger.
I never thought I would keep a secret like that from you.
Until Brianna.
When I made you that promise,
there was no one else in my life
who could come before you...
But I don't know if I can keep that promise anymore.
I understand, but...
I canna be a father to her, Claire.
Of course you can,
and you will.
She's just hurt right now.
No, she doesna need me.
Never thought I'd be jealous of a dead man.
Of a...
what, of Frank?
Well, you heard what Bree said.
Frank would never have said those things to her
or made the mistakes I made.
Frank made plenty of mistakes.
All parents do.
Bree thinks he's a better man.
I thought...
I thought perhaps you were beginning to feel the same, Sassenach.
You fool.
Come here.
She didn't mean it.
She doesn't want you to go to hell.
I heard her.
I hope I can bring Roger back to her,
or she'll never forgive me.
I heard you both.
She's just like you.
She says things in anger that she doesn't mean.
You didn't mean the things you said to her, did you?
No.
Neither did she.
Trust me.
I love you both so much.
Come here.
I'm sorry.
What is this? What's going on?
*CREDiTS*