It is worth more than my life.
Ye're a soldier now.
I will not fail you, milord.
A wife who won't let me touch her.
Admit it. You are using this pregnancy
to keep me at a distance.
- Name? - James...
Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.
This man spared my youngest brother's life,
incurring a bloody great debt of honor.
I doubt he'll live through the journey.
Claire, she's here.
Maybe this really...
Really can be a new beginning.
- Yes. - For all of us.
Yes.
Jamie, can ye hear me?
Ye've come home
to Lallybroch.
Lallybroch...
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You're sure it's in the dovecote?
Aye. I saw it with my own eyes.
Followed him here as he was hiding it.
- Put it in one of the nests. - What if father catches us?
He won't. He's round the back milkin'.
Now shut yer gab.
It's here. I swear.
I swear, you're lyin'.
Ha. Told ye.
It's my father's, so I get to hold it.
No, you're too young,
and you don't know how it works.
You don't either.
Hey, I've been to war.
I was at Prestonpans.
I killed a filthy redcoat officer.
But ye killed him with a knife, aye?
And it was bloody.
Aye, bloody.
It's much braver to kill a man with a knife.
Nothing but flesh and metal between you.
I only wish milord didn't send me home.
I could've fought at Culloden too.
Redcoats. Hide.
Move, cripple.
- Father! - It's okay, Jamie.
Treat me as you will, but leave the lad be.
If you trained your mongrels better,
I wouldna need to kick them to keep them in line.
Keep moving!
Move!
I'm Captain Samuel Lewis,
of His Majesty's Tenth Dragoons.
I'm here for the Dunbonnet.
The Dunbonnet?
Uh, no one here goes by that name.
I should think not, openly.
I have it on good authority that the notorious traitor
known as Red Jamie is in concealment nearabouts,
and there's gossip in these parts
about another man called the Dunbonnet.
We dinna get to the village much.
I canna say I've heard that.
No? He's an outlaw
that wears a brown hat
to cover his distinctive red hair.
I surmise that the Dunbonnet and Red Jamie
are one and the same.
Ye tell a braw tale there, Captain.
James Fraser is your brother-in-law, is he not?
And this is his clan land?
Oh, it was.
These lands belong to my son now.
We've not seen nor heard from Jamie Fraser
since he left to fight in the Rebellion six years ago.
Pardon me, sir, if I don't take you or your wife's word for it.
I remind you that anyone who harbors or renders aid
to a Jacobite fugitive commits high treason
and will be hanged under law.
Man, woman...
or child.
Ye're welcome to search the house and the grounds
if you please, but I'll tell you the same
as I told Lieutenant Harding, Captain Abbot, Major Mercer,
and every other government officer
who comes to command these parts,
ye'll find no sign of my traitorous brother here.
Nor any follower of the Stuarts.
There is a substantial reward for information
leading to the capture of Red Jamie,
so if you know of his whereabouts,
you would be wise to turn him over now.
W-w-we canna give you what we dinna have, Captain.
Very well.
Corporal MacGregor, arrest Mr. Murray.
Perhaps some time in the garrison's cells
will help him change his mind.
A Scot in a redcoat.
You're the traitor.
You filthy frog-eater.
Mind yer tongue or I'll cut it out.
Fergus, Rabbie, finish milkin' and mind your chores.
He'll be fine, Mistress.
Court's released him each time they've seen fit to take him.
There's no reason to think this time's any different.
That's a damnable shame. Corporal MacGregor.
Aye, a Lowlander.
Many a MacGregor fought for the Jacobites,
but a few fought for the government during the '45.
And now they think they're better than us,
but what the daft loons don't realize is,
the British hate them just the same.
Ye... ye scairt the bowels out of me.
They've taken Ian again.
I foolishly hoped they were through
when two years passed with no redcoats bedeviling us.
We could go after them, milord.
We could slit their throats in the night
and free Monsieur Murray.
Oh, aye. That's a fine idea.
A deed like that would bring the whole garrison to Lallybroch
to kill us all, yerself included.
I reckon every new commander
needs to make a name for himself.
Captain Lewis was talking about the "Dunbonnet."
That's what they've taken to calling ye now.
Soon enough you'll have ballads sung in yer honor.
'Tis time to tally the rents.
Ian was just about to start on the books.
Dinna suppose you could do that for me.
Brother...
Brother!
You ken why I can lie to the British and feel at peace?
It's because I'm not lyin'.
James Fraser hasna been here for a long, long time.
Here you go.
Ooh, whee.
There you go.
Now, here's Bunny.
Okay.
Shall we see what "The Globe" has to say today?
"Ireland Joins the Roster of Free Nations.
"To the roar of guns
"and the flash of fireworks in the sky,
The Republic of Ireland was born today."
Oh, shh, sweetheart. This is history in the making.
You'll want to hear this.
"The Republic, free of British rule, have to..."
Aww, you turned over!
Oh, all by yourself.
- Oh, you turned... - Hot water cut out
in the middle of my shower.
The boiler must be out again.
What a clever girl you are.
Why? What happened?
She turned over, all by herself.
Oh, isn't it early for her to be doing that?
Well, Dr. Spock says she shouldn't be doing it
for at least another month.
Well, what does Dr. Spock know?
Come here, come to Daddy.
Give me a kiss. Oh, you're so clever. Yeah.
Aww.
- Oh, well... - Yeah, I should,
uh, go check the boiler.
Mm.
I was careful. Wasn't followed.
Cut back on myself, just like you taught me.
I want to learn to shoot, milord.
Where'd you get this?
It was hidden in the dovecote.
I want to defend our home.
I need to be ready.
For what?
Uh, our next rebellion.
There will be no next rebellion.
But, milord...
No more fighting.
Just because you're a coward now
doesn't mean I am.
Weapons are outlawed.
Put it back where you found it.
Don't touch it again.
Sir.
Dinna ken ye were expected today.
Came to look at the ledgers.
Oh...
Where's my sister?
Dinna fash.
The bairn had a mind to come early.
Ye'll soon have a new niece or nephew.
The bairn is on the way.
Aye.
A raven!
My granny says that ravens are messengers of death.
Canna be near the house.
The bairn will die!
Bullet.
Hand me the cloth.
Ye sure that's how it works?
Yes, I watched Murtagh instructing the soldiers.
I told you never to touch this again.
There was a raven.
We were protecting the bairn.
Sir, ye have a wee nephew.
He's fine and healthy.
What were ye thinkin', Rabbie?
Dinna be causing any more trouble.
I thought I'd call him Ian.
Time we named one after the man that sired them, eh?
Ye always look braw with a wee bairn in yer arms.
How long's it been since you've lain with a woman, Jamie?
Don't...
Janet.
"She's dead."
That's all you ever told me.
I dinna ken how or why.
It's been six years now.
Mary MacNab's still young enough for bairns.
I couldna run the household without her,
after Mrs. Crook died,
and she's a fine mother to Rabbie.
I won't marry.
Ever again.
It's God's sorrow
ye never had the chance to bring a child into this...
Maybe the bairn should meet his brother.
There's still time.
Do ye hear me, brother? I just...
I just want you to have some happiness!
Find the weapon.
Yes, Captain.
Jenkins, move!
Where's your mistress?
You three, search the rooms downstairs.
MacGregor, come with me.
Get that pistol!
- Where's the weapon? - Weapon?
We... we have no weapons here, Captain.
My scouts heard a shot from the vicinity of this estate,
so I ask again.
Where are you hiding the weapon?
I canna answer
for what yer scouts heard,
but I'll tell you again,
I dinna know of any weapons here.
We'd never risk such a thing.
I remind you, Madam, that as an officer
in His Majesty's army,
I am obliged to search this house
should I have the slightest suspicion
that the Act of Proscription has been breached,
and we will continue to do so
until you comply with my request.
Captain, I have cooperated with every request...
Made by His Majesty's soldiers.
Have you delivered a child, Madam?
Aye.
Where is it?
Should it not be at your breast?
It was a fearsome birth,
and the bairn wasna breathing when he came.
Ye see...
he was already gone.
Good.
It's one less teutcher we'll have to deal with.
Hold your tongue, Corporal.
Where's the body?
The midwife took it away to clean it for burial.
Find the midwife and have her bring the body.
Sir.
Captain, please, I canna bear it.
Here's the pistol, Captain.
'Tis mine.
Yours?
It belonged to my late husband, Ronald.
It was the only thing I had left of him,
so I kept it. It gave me comfort.
Mistress Murray knew nothing of it.
And what occasion did you have to fire it?
I saw a raven land near the house
while milady was delivering her child.
So I shot it dead.
Just one of the foolish
Highland superstitions, sir.
Believing a common bird can bring ill luck.
But it was too late.
As I told you, the bairn was born dead.
Aye.
I-I'm heart sorry, Mistress.
Should I take her into custody, Captain?
We have the weapon. She's no threat.
But I warn you once more, Madam...
If another violation occurs,
there will be no mercy.
Corporal, if you please!
Thank ye, Mary. Ye did well.
They're gone.
This new captain,
I've seen the look of his eyes.
He's no one to give up.
He'll no stop till ye're hanging from the end of a rope.
Take a shovel.
Dig a grave in the cemetery, in case they look.
Claire?
What is it?
I miss my husband.
Go and rot, peg leg.
Half the garrison are searching to the north,
and the other half are searching to the south.
It's only a matter of time until we find Red Jamie.
Then we'll be back for you
and yer whole family.
Aye, well,
it's been a lovely visit, gentlemen.
The brat is leading us in circles.
I believe is he, sir.
You think you're smart? I knew you were following me.
But y-you can't trick me, you imbeciles.
Tell us where Red Jamie is.
I know that you know, you filthy frog-eater.
There's no Red Jamie here. Leave us alone!
I'll get it out of you, one way or another.
You're harassing us. We don't want you around here!
You're all pieces of shit.
Go to hell!
Dirty Scotsman. You betray your own people.
And the Scots hate you for it.
You'll never be one of them.
Ye brazen wee bastard.
Your face is as red as your coat!
You fancies!
I'll rip your tongue out!
Filthy redcoats!
You'll pay for those words!
That tongue will get my boot up your ass!
You morons!
Don't taunt them.
- No women will have you! - You'll be sorry.
Get back here, ye filthy urchin!
Run, you fool.
French scum, we'll string you up.
Canna run from me!
Hold him down!
Go to hell!
No! Wait, he's just a lad.
Come on, leave him.
If we do nothing, he'll die!
That's an order, Private.
Hold.
Dinna be feart. Fergus, laddie.
I watched milady do this many times.
Yer quick actions saved him, brother.
I should have stopped them.
Then ye'd be dead and so would he.
We'd all be dead.
Oh.
Brother, oh...
Ye all right, ye wee fool?
I'm sorry, milord.
I tried to lead them away from the cave.
Ye did well.
I'm the one who should be sorry.
You remind me...
I have something to fight for.
There you are, milord.
Ah, here.
Does it hurt much?
A bit.
Sometimes it feels warm or scratchy
or hurts like it's still there.
But...
Madame has been most generous with the whiskey.
Although, you know that I prefer the taste of French wine.
Do not trouble yourself, milord.
I have been fortunate.
Do you recall the agreement we made in Paris?
When you hired me to steal letters for you?
Aye.
You said, should I be arrested
or executed,
you would have Masses said for me for a year.
And should I lose an ear...
or a hand while doing your service...
That I would support you
for the rest of your life.
You can trust me
to keep that bargain.
I have always trusted you, milord.
I think I'm most lucky.
In one stroke,
I have become a man of leisure, no?
What do you call this again?
It's called Eton mess.
Well, a cheerful term for a failed pavlova.
Well, it's damn delicious, whatever you call it.
Maybe you could give Millie the recipe.
I'd be happy to.
Now, Jerry, when was the last time
you saw me bake anything?
If I can't find it in the frozen section at the A&P,
- we're not having dessert. - Uh, true.
You know, I knew she was no Betty Crocker
when I married her, but her talents...
lie elsewhere.
Stop.
Uh, would anyone like more?
- Heck, yeah. - Twist my arm.
You mind if we kill the bottle?
Uh, it's all yours.
Uh, well, cheers.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Nightcap?
Please.
So which of Millie's talents do you think
Jerry was referring to?
Well, it's obviously
her encyclopedic knowledge
of the complete works of Shakespeare.
You... are a snob.
You asked the question.
Claire, look at me.
Baby...
Claire, open your eyes.
Why have you stopped?
Y-you... you never used to close your eyes
when we made love. I don't...
It doesn't mean anything.
I'm enjoying this.
Are you? I...
Of course.
Then why can't you look at me?
Christ, Frank.
If you're not in the mood, you just had to say.
Claire, when I'm with you,
I'm with you...
But you're with him.
My leg,
it's not there...
As anyone can plainly see,
and yet, it pains me terrible sometimes.
Even wakes me up at night.
Fergus, the lad,
he'll likely feel the same wi' his hand.
Feeling a pain in a part of ye that's lost...
And that's just a hand.
Claire was yer heart.
I thought perhaps the lad could use another blanket.
Who did this?
The soldiers,
when they were searching the house.
The redcoats...
They're never gonna stop until they find the Dunbonnet.
Turn in my own brother?
That way, ye'll get the reward money.
And they'll not come after ye,
'cause of yer loyalty to the Crown.
To hell with the Crown.
Send word to Captain Lewis.
Tell him...
Tell him you heard from me.
You know when I'll be coming,
and when I do,
they'll be here to arrest me.
They'll know, once and for all, you owe no allegiance
to Red Jamie.
Christ, man, you'll be hangit!
I'll no risk your lives for me any longer.
The British are no hanging Jacobites anymore.
It's likely he'll only be imprisoned.
Only?
Jamie, have ye not seen the inside of enough prisons
for one lifetime?
Little difference to the prison I live in now.
Mistress Jenny has sent food.
Do you mind the company?
It would be welcome.
What you did that day,
turning the pistol over to the redcoats...
It was very brave.
'Twas the only thing I could do.
Thank you for the barbering.
'Twas no bother.
I leave tomorrow.
Take the books back to Lallybroch.
Bury the rest. Stay out of sight.
I'm gonna wash up in the river.
Whose idea was this?
Yours or my sister's?
Did she think I'd change my mind?
- Does it matter? - No.
It doesn't matter because it's not gonna happen.
If you won't leave, then I'll have to.
Sir.
Your sister didna ask me to do what I'm doin'.
I ken well enough what ye're thinking,
for I saw your lady
and how it was between the two of ye.
And it's not my mind
to make ye feel ye've betrayed that.
What I want is to share something different.
Something less, mayhap...
But something we both need.
Something to keep us whole,
as we move forward in this life.
I've no done this in a very long time.
Neither have I.
You can look at me if you'd like.
Ye're a bonny lass.
It's just something I always do.
Shh-shh-shh...
I threw myself into my new role as best I could.
But there was still something missing in my life.
Once, I had thought I was whole.
I'd been able to love a man,
to bear a child,
to heal the sick,
and all these things were natural parts of me.
But the man I had loved was Jamie,
and for a time,
I had been part of something
greater than myself.
I wanted that again.
That's why I knew, eventually,
I would need to do something more.
Can I help you, miss?
Isn't this the anatomy classroom?
It is. Are you looking for someone?
I have a class about to start.
You must be Dr. Simms.
I am. And you are...
Claire Randall. First year.
Oh, yes,
the Dean informed me there was a woman
in this year's incoming class.
A woman and a negro.
How very... modern of us.
Is this spot taken?
No, it's all yours.
Thanks.
Joe Abernathy.
Claire Randall. Pleased to meet you.
Pleased to meet you.
All right, gentlemen.
Let's begin.
Bunny was wedged behind the bed again.
I think Bree might be trying to tell us something.
Good night.
Jenny.
It's me.
I've come home!
No, Jenny, no!
James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser,
otherwise known as Red Jamie,
you are hereby under arrest for high treason
against His Majesty King George.
Not my own sister.
- Put him in the irons! - How could you?
This is yer own fault!
Ye brought this on yerself!
Well done, Madam.
You've done a service to the Crown.
This is blood money!
Ye gave me no choice, brothe!
And I'll never forgive you! Never!
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