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Previously...

For his maintenance.

Take care of him.

What aren't you telling me
about your man in Scotland?

He's Bree's real father.

And I told her
when we were in Scotland.

I admire a man who puts
duty and honor above all else.

It's only civility that keeps
us all from killing one another.

What have you done?

You executed a man
without trial!

Stick out your tongue.

Kezzie, his tonsils are as
infected as his brother's.

Then you must return with them
to the Ridge.

You will escort Claire home.

What about the militia?

I made you a captain without time
to teach you what the word meant.

Couldna tell ye at the wedding.
I wanted to be certain.

Confirmed sightings
of Bonnet in Wilmington.

♪ All glory
and honor is yours ♪

♪ Forever and ever ♪

♪ Amen ♪

How many times have
I put my hopes, my fears,

my secret longings into the
hands of a being I can't see,

can't hear, can't even feel?

And how many times
have my prayers been answered?

What is it?

Come and look.

It's paintbrushes.

Paintbrushes.

You found it?

I think what we're suppose
to say is, "Eureka."

What does that mean?

It means, well, "I found it."

Well, uh, eureka, Claire.

You found your penicillin.

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ Is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

Time is a lot of the
things that people say God is.

There's the preexisting
and having no end.

There's the notion
of being all-powerful,

because nothing
can stand against time,

not mountains, not armies.

Give anything enough time,
and everything is taken care of.

All pain encompassed,
all hardship erased,

all loss subsumed.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Remember, Man, thou art dust,

and unto dust
thou shalt return.

And if time is
anything akin to God,

I suppose that memory
must be the devil.

- Sorry I'm late.
- That's all right.

Plenty of time to get
to the restaurant.

Lunch at Jeveli's.

One of us must've done
something good.

Is everything okay?
You sounded kinda weird on the phone.

Yeah.

Actually,
I just lost a patient.

Oh, wow. I'm sorry.

He had an allergic reaction
to penicillin.

Don't they have tests for that?

He tested negative.

The probability of a false
positive is less than five percent.

It's very rare.

Unfortunately,
he was part of that percentile.

Man. Guess you never really
know what's coming, do you?

No, you don't.

Did you enjoy yourself?

Aye, Captain.

Well, I'm delighted to have
pleased ye, Mrs. Mac.

If it's a military man
who takes your fancy...

Me thinks you sell yourself
short, my darlin'.

Accent hasn't improved much,
I see.

Maybe if your father
agreed with you,

I'd be out leading the charge,
not sent home from Brownsville.

The Brownsville thing
doesn't seem that bad to me.

Mama said people were actually

singing and dancing
when they arrived.

You know how
to get through to people.

It's no wonder they loved you
at Oxford.

Well, you know, I had time
to think on my long ride home.

There are already
universities established here.

Harvard, Yale.

MacKenzie University.

There's no
MacKenzie University.

Well, not yet, but then...

That's not a bad idea,
actually.

I could teach math.

Honestly,
I was just passing time.

Thinking about the old days.

Things being what they are.

Anyway, I gave my oath
to your father

to be in his militia.

And those words
mean something to him.

And to me.

Yeah.

Not the cordial welcome
I'd expect.

Friendly buggers, aren't they?

They think we're Regulators.

We don't want
trouble again.

If you've come
to violate the King's peace,

there's a brigade of Redcoats
at hand

ready to give you
a sound thrashing.

We've no quarrel with you,
neighbor.

On the contrary,

I'm Colonel James Fraser
of Rowan County Militia,

assembled according
to Governor Tryon's orders.

Then we welcome you and
bless you for your kindness.

Not kindness alone.

Governor Tryon has promised 40
shillings for every man who enlists.

Is there anyone here willing
to take up arms and join us?

Is that what our lives
are deemed to be worth?

There's no price that can
be put upon a man's bravery.

No doubt the strength of spirit speaks
louder than the strength of body.

We do aim to keep you
in good spirit.

However,
with our shops and the like,

the Redcoats are benefitting
from our hospitality as we speak.

- Where are they?
- William Reed's Ordinary.

I'll buy a cask of rum.
Have the garrison make camp,

then let them drink
till the barrel runs dry.

Say no more, Colonel.
Your command is our wish.

Ah.

Did I not tell you the Colonel
would arrive as promised?

And with daylight to spare.

Wi' a few more men
to stand wi' us, Lieutenant.

Fifty or so.

Fetch them both some ale.

A little barbaric, I know,

but in the absence
of more tangible pursuits...

He leaves no trace.

A shadow in the dark, that one.

Aye.

I'm glad to see you.

But there is some
unfortunate news I must share.

From Governor Tryon.

The Governor intends to pardon the
leaders of the Regulator movement.

Full pardons? For everyone?

Exactly. After everything we've
done, the progress we've made...

And he makes no mention
of why he'd order such a thing?

No. Appeasement, perhaps.

But I worry...

will it not make us
look foolish?

Cowardly, even,
in the eyes of our subordinates?

Aye, maybe.

As you know, I did something...

excessive in the jail.

I cannot face knowing that it
might have been for nothing.

Maybe it's for the best.

Every man deserves
a second chance.

But if you had taken the life
of an incarcerated man...

You must ask the Lord's
forgiveness and receive it.

Trust me, there will be
other battles to fight.

I'm glad to be able
to call you a friend,

to confide in you.

It's a shame,

I am still holding on
to one small hope.

I'm expecting a letter

which may give an indication
as to Fitzgibbons' whereabouts.

What do you mean?

I petitioned the magistrate for
the prisoner rolls at Ardsmuir.

I discovered Fitzgibbons
was once incarcerated there.

You believe there may be
fellow prisoners residing here

in the colonies
that might be hiding him?

Leave no stone unturned.

Aye. As you say.

'Tis all for naught.

Here. Have a go.

Well, the pardon doesnae extend
to the man's image then?

Mmm.

This may be as close
as we come.

Maybe.

Between the eyes, Colonel.

As a child,
I used to stare at spiders' webs,

watching and waiting
for an insect to become caught.

While part of me was horrified
by watching the death throes,

I was mesmerized by the way the
tiniest vibrations in the web

would signal the spider
that her prey was near.

I wonder,
is time God's eternal web,

silk strands
stretching through time,

the mildest touch setting off
vibrations that echo through the eons.

Well, it's about time.

Is that cigarette smoke?

I don't smell anything.

You need to give those up.

You certainly are chipper
this morning.

Giving the nurses a run
for their money, I hear.

I can't help it if Nurse
Jeffries has taken a shine to me.

Go on. Give it to me straight.

And no doctor mumbo-jumbo, eh?

All right.

You have gall stones.

- Gall stones? Is that it?
- Mmm.

I thought you were gonna
use the C-word. "Cancer."

Well, there is another C-word
I have to use, unfortunately.

"Cholangitis," an infection
in your bile ducts.

I can treat that
with an antibiotic,

but the gall stones are rather
large, too large to pass naturally.

You'll need a cholecystectomy,
surgery to remove the gall bladder.

Dr. Randall. "Randall," that's
a good English name, that.

It's my married name.

What you're proposing
seems quite personal to me.

Be nice if we were on
a first-name basis.

Mr. Menzies,
I do need you to keep focused.

See? See, I can tell
a Scot when I see one.

You have some Scottish blood
running through you somehow.

I consider myself American
these days.

Ah, no shame in it.

I married a Yank as well.

He wasn't a Yank, actually.

She passed away...

my Olivia.

Would you believe,
lived here for more than 20 years,

and still no one understands
a damn word I'm saying?

You have a knack
for getting me off-topic.

May I go back to discussing your
surgery without interruption, please?

If you must.

The incision is generally
between five and seven inches

in the upper right section of
your belly, just below the ribs.

You're gonna gut me
like a fish then?

Yes. But first,

I'd like to start you on a course of
antibiotics to treat the infection.

I'll have Nurse Jeffries run
some preliminary tests

for allergies and such.

I don't suppose
there are any other options?

I'm afraid not.

Well, let's go on with it then.

It's but one more scar,
nothing worth brooding over.

No swollen tongue or lips.

No rash...

or hives.

Congratulations, Kezzie. It appears
you're not allergic to penicillin.

So, the mold worked?

Well, as far as I can tell.

Well, you didnae
sound certain, Claire.

Well, the test
isn't always reliable.

Aye, but you think
all will be well?

Everything you do
as a doctor involves risk.

Even after you've done
everything you can,

well, there could still be
unforeseen complications.

Sometimes even fatal.

But the more you can do
to alleviate the risk,

the greater the chance
to save the patient.

Mmm.

This dose...

should start the fight
against the infection.

Bring over the other
sterilized instruments, please.

All right, Kezzie,
drop your breeches.

Now...

Lizzie, put the sheet on him.

Mr. Bug,
hold his shoulders tight.

Aye.

Laudanum.

This will start
to take effect quickly.

Lizzie,
keep the lantern close by.

Yes, mistress.

Open wide.

Hmm.

I'm going to work quickly,
but you need to keep very still.

Head up. Cork.

Right, just as we practiced.

Scalpel.

Keep the tongue depressed.

There.

Head up. Hold that in there.

Right, I'm going to have
to cauterize the tissue.

Steady. This can
be the tricky part.

There. Done.

Lizzie, you can
open your eyes now.

Holy Mother of God.

Are you all right?

You're very, very brave,
Kezzie.

Now, you need to get your rest.

Lizzie, can you clean him up
and put him to bed?

No, don't try to talk.
You'll hurt yourself.

He insists on staying
while you do the same for me.

Then I suppose
we should get started.

Look, Jem, look.

Hey, Jem, look. Shiny.

Is God the spider...

embracing us through
our death and resurrection?

Or is He simply
the spinner of the web,

watching as the silk shimmers and
vibrates through the cosmos...

awakening the real spiders...

the ones lurking deep within
the recesses of our own natures?

I was going to wager
this rare beauty.

Double or quits the last card.

Women will do anything
for trinkets, coins, jewels.

Anything at all.

They're yours
for a pretty penny.

Or a diamond.

Or a ring.

My lass is more concerned
wi' words and deeds.

Is that so?

Since you've no need
of the gemstone,

perhaps you'll be more satisfied
with my pearls of wisdom.

Women are but a tax
we men pay on pleasure.

Did you not play the Ace of
Hearts in the last hand?

You're mistaken.

It must have been
the Ace of Diamonds.

You're a wise man,
Mr. MacKenzie.

I wanted to make mushroom soup.

I didn't think I'd be gone
so long.

I was looking for chanterelles,
but couldn't find any.

Was he a handful?

What is this?

It's Bonnet's, isn't it?

I wanted to tell you
about this...

...but I was afraid
you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

You know that I went
to Wilmington to see him.

What you said was,
you went to see him hanged.

I did. But...

When I got there, I...

I felt like I needed
to see him in person.

So, you spoke to him?

There? In jail?

Yeah.

That's when he gave me
the diamond.

And you kept it?

A gift from Bonnet?

I kept it for Jemmy,

so that one day,
he could go back through the stones.

Roger, that's his ticket home.
It's our ticket home.

Why though?

Why?

The Stephen Bonnet I knew
wouldn't give up this diamond

to save his own mother's life.

Bree...

Because...

Because I told him
Jemmy was his.

He was gonna die and I thought
that it would be of comfort for him

to know there'd be something
of his left in this world.

Roger, I am so sorry.
I am so sorry.

I... I didn't know
if you were coming back,

and I was scared,
and I was grieving for you.

And they are just words.

Words you were never,
ever meant to hear.

Words have consequences.

All these months
since I've been back!

At our wedding,

the blood oath,

you were sure
the child was Bonnet's?

Roger, how could I ever know
for sure that Jemmy is his?

You told him so.

You've never said
as much to me.

I didn't think I needed to.

Brianna,
what do you truly believe?

In your heart,
what do you truly believe?

I don't believe I've seen you
at the adoration before.

Were you a friend
of Mr. Menzies?

Claire Randall.
I'm his surgeon, or I would have been.

Graham was a rare individual,
always brought a smile to my face.

Yes, he was good at that.

- Do you mind?
- Please.

Did you know him well?

No. Not in the typical sense.

To be honest,
I'm not quite sure why I'm here.

Sometimes, even strangers can
find a way into our hearts.

You know, what little
I did know of Graham...

is how sacred
he held this time...

and the promise
he made to his wife to be here.

Outside the love
that God has for his children,

that sort of love and devotion
between man and wife,

there's nothing like it.

Yes.

It reminded me of someone...

someone I lost.

No one's lost
who's not forgotten.

Perhaps I just needed
to be reminded of that.

Christ!

- Claire!
- Roger.

I thought...

I probably would have
missed you, but still...

You're out early.

Well, I couldn't sleep,
so I thought I'd be productive,

start looking for some goldenseal
for the twins' recovery.

I could say the same about you.

Huntin'. Mostly.

All night?

It's none of my business,
of course, but...

But you're not buying
the huntin' ruse?

Call it a mother's intuition.

Wish I had a bit of
a husband's intuition.

You haven't been married
very long.

Intuition comes
with listening and time.

I have time. In spades.

Well, take it from someone
with a lot of experience,

but marriages
aren't always easy.

Well, you and Jamie...

You're forgetting,
Jamie wasn't my first husband.

Now, Frank and I, we had
a very complicated marriage.

I'm sorry, Claire, I didn't
mean to dredge up old memories.

No. I don't mind
talking about it.

No, in fact, I've been thinking
about that time a lot lately.

Frank and I, we still managed
to make it work for Bree's sake.

But to make it work, you had to
lie to Brianna for most of her life

about her real father.

Do you ever regret that?

No.

No. What was important
was that Bree felt safe

and loved by both her parents.

But telling her the truth
about Jamie,

that brought
the two of you closer.

It did.

So, surely, the moral of the story
is, honesty is always the best policy.

Not always.

Sometimes,
the truth really does hurt.

Brianna was devastated

and angry when I told her that
Frank wasn't her real father.

You witnessed that.

There was no way she could have
understood the truth as a child.

It was difficult for me
as well...

trying to find the right time
to tell her.

Roger... don't be careless

with the time
you have together.

I appreciate your honesty,
Claire.

I waded across the creek
and found some chanterelles.

- I want to explain.
- It doesn't...

It doesn't matter.

I'm sorry, Brianna.

I'm sorry for everything.

There's something else.

Stephen Bonnet is still alive.

- What?
- And he haunts me, Roger.

I see him everywhere.

What's worse is...

Mrs. Bug told me
an Irishman approached her,

and spoke to Jemmy
when we went to Woolam's Creek.

That could have been anyone.

Mrs. Bug's an old busybody.

That might not
have been Bonnet...

but Lord John confirmed it
at our wedding

that others have seen him
in Wilmington.

Listen, listen...

I'm not going to ask you to explain why
you didn't tell me. It doesn't matter.

He... doesn't matter.

Because as soon as we know
if Jemmy can travel,

we'll use Bonnet's gem
to leave.

As you said,
it's our ticket home.

A pardon for everyone
but Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

A cunning maneuver, isn't it?

Governor Tryon wants to make
an example of him.

Well, treasonous behavior
of this sort is unforgivable.

Which is why His Excellency has ordered
me to continue the hunt for Fitzgibbons.

I'm relieved to hear it.

But I fear it will only encourage
lawlessness among the Regulators.

Well, we are
but humble servants to the law.

Aye.

Those who follow the path of the
righteous shall have their reward.

What will become
of the militia?

Well, you ought to stand down
and hand over your muster roll.

Then you and your men
can disband and go home.

On your way,
you'll deliver these pardons

to those living in the counties
west of Hillsborough.

I have no standing.
I'm no sheriff.

No, but you are Scottish,
as are many of the Regulators.

From one Scot to another, the Governor
would like you to impress upon them

his desire to be merciful
and just.

My only regret is not being able to
assist you in your hunt for Fitzgibbons.

Allow me to worry about him.

Return to your family.

You have
to promise me one thing.

I'll be back on my feet
by Friday at four o'clock.

It's my perpetual adoration
shift at St. Finbar's.

I have heard tell of that.

Then you know that someone
must be there at all times,

so the blessed sacrament
is never left alone.

I haven't missed a day
since Olivia died.

It's my way
of keeping her close.

I'd like to think it's her way
of keeping me close too.

You know, sometimes,
I feel her presence there.

You remind me of someone
I met in Scotland years ago.

We lost touch.

He must have been a fool.

Well, if he was,
then I was equally so.

Scotland, eh?

I never stopped missing it.

I always plan to get back
to the Western Isles.

Well, maybe once
you're on the mend.

My time has passed, I'm afraid.

And my wife, Olivia's, buried here.
God rest her soul.

And I could never leave her.

I will do my best.

Now, I'll get you started on a course
of penicillin for the cholangitis.

You'll be ready
for surgery tomorrow.

It's a date.

Mmm.

Ah, Colonel, please, come in.

The, uh, muster roll,
as requested by the Governor.

Splendid.

You'll find every man who
pledged his oath to the militia.

Well,

since we're parting ways
in the morning,

would you consider
a game of chess?

You bested me last time. Please give
me the opportunity to even the score.

- One game.
- That's the spirit.

Sit, please.

Part of me envies you,

that you'll soon be home,

- resuming a citizen's life.
- Hmm.

Aye.

'Tis a relief

to finally put down the sword and
pistol and pick up the axe and shovel.

Well, one more soldier
lost to the land.

He died?

Well, what happened?

Anaphylaxis.

Apparently,
a penicillin reaction.

I'm sorry, Dr. Randall.

Why wasn't I notified?

I... I don't know.
I'm new here.

Well, that's no excuse,
I should have been called!

I'm so sorry.

Thought I might find you here.

Joe Abernathy,
doctor and a detective.

Ah, "The Impetuous Pirate."

Just something I picked up
in the surgeon's lounge.

Who do you think put it there?

I never took you for
a romance novel kind of guy.

Takes my mind off things.

Yours too, I'm guessing.

I must be the talk
of the third floor.

The fourth floor by now.

Something about
Graham Menzies...

I let myself get attached
to the patient.

It happens sometimes.

Jesus, Claire,
we're doctors, not robots.

It's not just that.

Do you ever feel as if...

as if everything is
pointing you towards something,

but you can't quite
put your finger on what it is?

Well, you can feel it
or you can sense it somehow.

You're going to think
I've come unhinged.

Look,
there's clearly something on your mind.

But in my opinion,
the problem isn't in the brain.

The problem is in the heart.

At the risk of sounding
sentimental...

had we gone to battle, there's no
man I'd have rather had by my side.

That's kind of you.

'Tis a rare thing in this world
to meet people of a like mind.

Indeed.

And I know you share
many of my concerns.

Principally, that men
like Fitzgibbons never change.

Our duty is to the law.

We will see justice done.

Excuse me.

Ah.

Thank you. For your trouble.

Is that the document
you're expecting from Scotland?

Mmm. A transcript of the Ardsmuir
prison roll after Culloden.

If I present this to the Governor
and news of it is circulated, then...

You'll find my name
on that prison roll.

Oh, I'm certain I will.

I'm certain there is more than
one "James Fraser" in Scotland.

Aye.

But only one
from Broch Tuarach.

It is written here that Fitzgibbons
has the surname "Fraser."

My godfather.

Fitzgibbons is his middle name.

What kind of deceitful devil wears
the guise of honor and talks of

justice and mercy?

You released those men
in Hillsborough.

Everything you did,
it was all for his sake.

Believe of me what you will,

but Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser
is a good man.

As God as my witness,
I will do what must be done.

Damned if I'll be
in league with a traitor.

I'm no traitor.

I've cheated death in the duty
of other men's ambitions.

I've got the scars to prove it.

And I've done so
without complaint.

But I will not stand by and
watch my kin hunted like a dog

for protecting those
that can't protect themselves.

Tryon will put a rope
around your neck.

And tell me,
what would you have done in my place?

I would never break my word,

betray my oath
to King and country.

You will do me the service of standing
down while I call for your arrest.

First and foremost,

I swore an oath to my family.

Surely, you must understand.
You're a good man.

I took a life in that jail,

and you stood by and pleaded
for mercy on their behalf.

I believed you were a good man.

Which of us is it then?

Hmm?

Which of us is righteous?

- Knox...
- It cannot be both.

Knox!

Forgive me... for not affording
you a soldier's death.

Not a word
or I'll throttle you.

Fire!

Smoke in the cabin!

Fetch a physician!

- Let's go.
- Milord, it's Lieutenant Knox.

There's nothing more
we can do for him.

- Careful, Sassenach.
- What's wrong?

Found him in an alley
wanting for his mother's milk.

Couldnae leave him behind.

He's been surviving
on insects and earthworms.

We took an instant liking
to each other.

- Did we no', Adso?
- "Adso"?

- Is that a name?
- 'Tis.

'Twas the name of my mother's
cat when I was a wee lad.

This one here is identical.

- Insects and earthworms.
- Aye.

I bet you'd kill
for a saucer of milk.

That was my intention.

He can keep the vermin
from your surgery.

They'd have to be
very small vermin.

He'll grow.

Man. I guess you never really
know what's coming, do you?

No, you don't.

You know, actually, I've been
thinking about that a lot lately.

How would you feel about taking
a trip to London with me?

- I have finals, and...
- After your exams.

What about the hospital?

Well, I've already requested
a leave of absence.

You're taking time off?

Wow. I can't believe it.

Why London?

Your father wanted to bring you
there before he died.

Let me?

I'd have to cancel
my summer classes...

Please, Bree.

It's important to me that we
spend this time together.

Thank you for my gift.

I have much to tell you
about Hillsborough.

But first, I can see you have
something on your mind.

Do you remember me telling you
about a former patient of mine?

Graham Menzies?

Menzies, aye.

Aye. You told me his death
was but a rare occurrence.

It was.

Do you know what I finally realized...
after all these years?

Just how much I owe him.

His death had a profound effect
on me.

So much so that I took a leave
of absence from work

and went to London
with Brianna.

And that was where I learned of
Reverend Wakefield's passing.

Had we not attended
that funeral...

we would never have crossed
paths with Roger...

or... found you.

Welcome home, soldier.

God, the infinite.
God, the merciful.

God, the eternal.

Someday,
I will stand before God,

and I will receive answers
to all my questions

about everything
in His universe.

And I do have many questions.

But I won't ask about
the nature of time.

I've lived it.