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Previously...

I'd seemed to have fallen through time.

The village has been humming
with talk of ye

since you came to the castle.

What is it they're saying about me?

I suspect you may be an English spy.

I'll have you watched day and night.

Redcoats wanted to send a message.

This is what you get

when you fight back
against the English.

She came back through the stones?

Aye, she did. They always do.

I need to leave this place.

You need not be scared of me

nor anyone else here
as long as I'm with ye.

I'm leaving tomorrow,
and I'm taking you with me.

But why me?

I think it would be wise
to have a healer along.

Another chance
to go home presented itself,

knowing this time, I must not fail.

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"Absence...

"Absence, hear thou my protestation

"Against thy strength

"Distance and length

"Do what thou canst for alteration

- "For hearts of truest mettle
- "For hearts of truest mettle

- "Absence doth still
- "Absence doth still

- "and time doth settle"
- "and time doth settle"

- You know John Donne?
- Aye.

He's one of my favorites.

Away an bile yer heids!

What is it they're
shouting over there?

I'm sorry. I don't have any Gaelic.

Well, my lady,
they're teasing young Willie.

It's his first time
on the road with us.

And they're encouraging him
to have biblical relations...

With his sister.

Lovely.

Come away.

You're Ned Gowan, aren't you?
The lawyer?

Indeed.

I've see you at the hall.

I'm Claire.

Well, I'm very pleased
to meet you, Claire.

I've just come along
to help Dougal with the records

and the receipts, you know.

I'm the only one
he'll trust with the money.

This is lovely.

- Is that goose feather?
- Well, it's swan, actually.

Tools of the trade, you see.

And that bag
is for the lairds rents.

It comes in turners and bawbees,
small coins.

But we also get bags
of grain and cabbages.

And fowl suitably trussed,
I've got no argument with,

even goats, although one of them
ate my handkerchief last year.

But I have given
explicit instructions this year...

That...

That we will not accept live pigs.

I don't like the sound of that cough.

Well, I get fair puckled
this stretch of the road.

It happens every year...

The same season.

Something in the wind
sets my lungs afire.

I think I may be able to help you.

Do you have a pipe I could borrow?

AVE, a pipe.

You'd have me smoke
a pipe for a cough?

It's something of a paradox.

You'll see.

Aye.

There you are.

It's thorn apple.

Thorn apple, aye.

- Take that.
- Okay.

Thorn apple you say.

Is that an English thing?

Also known as Jimsonweed.

The herb had medicinal properties

that would relieve
the symptoms of asthma.

- Well...
- How's that?

That's remarkable.

Aye, pack up. We're leaving.

I'm curious, Mr. Gowan,

what possessed a man
of your qualifications

to take up a post
in these remote Highlands.

Well, as a young man, I studied law
at the University of Edinburgh.

I had a small practice

with lace curtains in the window,

shiny brass plate
with my name on it on the door.

That sounds charming.

It was. It was.

But I grew restless.

I must confess to having
something of a taste for adventure.

So I determined the best course

was to head off northwards,
up here into the Highlands.

And I thought that
I might induce some clan chief

to allow me to serve him.

Colum MacKenzie, I take it.

No, no, no, no, no.
His father, Jacob. No.

I'm much older than I appear, lassie.

But, of course,
things were much less civilized then.

Back then, when men were men

and the pernicious weed
of civilization

was less rampant upon the wild,

bonny face of this land.

You may be a man of the law, sir,
but you've the soul of a romantic.

Although this
newfound kinship with Ned

would make life on the mad
more tolerable,

I could not allow it
to distract me from my quest

to get back to the
standing stones at Craigh na Dun

and return to my own
20th century life.

Old granny...

So old Granny Mary...

Old Granny Mary's
getting ready for bed,

and she says to her husband,

"When you first saw me naked,

"what were you thinking?"

And he says,
"I wanted to suck your paps dry.

"I wanted to swive you
until you were a worn-out husk."

And she says to him,

"And what are you thinking now?"

And he looks at her and says,

"Looks like I've done a fine job."

I wasn't offended
by the lewdness of their jokes

or squeamish over the fact
that my dinner looked like

a shriveled Easter rabbit,

nor was I too dainty
to sleep on a pillow made of stone.

What troubled me was that they were
clearly using Gaelic to exclude me.

I just had to remember
my time with them would be over soon.

Being on the road
was my chance to escape.

Dinna worry
what they're saying, lass.

They hate me.

They don't trust you.

Well...

Maybe Angus hates you,
but he hates everyone.

What about you?

Do you think I'm a spy
for the British?

No.

But I do think there are
things you're not telling us,

and I know you tried to run
during the gathering.

It's on your mind still,
plain and clear.

It's been a long day.

You did ask.

Alastair!

I hear you and the wife
have another one on the way.

You're a beast of a man.

I'm a MacKenzie, ye ken.

- And how was the harvest?
- Very good.

I bring two bags of grain,
six shilling.

Fine, six shillings.

That's two bags of grain
and six shillings.

- Trust we'll see you tonight?
- Aye, of course.

Good man.

And it'll be your usual, then...

Eggs' cabbage and...

And who do we have here?

- You couldn't be Beathan's boy.
- Aye.

Well, time lets the truth slip,
ye ken.

Looks like your mother
let a big, brawny fellow into her bed

while your faither wasn't looking.

"As the old cock craws..."

ls that right?

There's a bag of oat.

Marcus, you limmer,
it's good to see you.

What've you got for me?

Two fat pigs and a fine goat.

Hello.

That's two fat pigs

and a fine goat.

We'll see you tonight.
You'll join me for a dram?

- Aye!
- Good.

I thought you said no pigs.

Aye, I did, didn't I?

Duncan, thank you.

Two shilling
and one six-pence.

Something I can do for you, Mistress?

I was just curious.

I've never heard singing
quite like that before.

'Tis a waulking song.
We're waulking wool.

I'm Claire Beauchamp.

I'm Donalda Gilchrest.

I came with the MacKenzie party.

The men are all busy with the rent,
so I found myself rather idle.

Idle, ye say.

Well, we'll see about that.

Do ye have strong hands, Claire?

Ladies, this is Claire Beauchamp.

She's going to be helping us today.

Hello, all.

That's pungent.

- Is that...
- Hot piss. Yes, Claire.

Sets the dye fast.

Here's a wee refreshment, Claire.

Ye've earned it.

Thank you.

Bottoms up.

Oh, my God, that's got a kick to it.

It's our little secret.

Not a word to the menfolk.

My lips are sealed.

Did we wake the little one?

He's hungry, that's all.

He's teething and won't nurse.

My husband had to
give away our goat to the laird

this morning,
so we haven't any milk.

Doesn't seem very fair.

Where are ye off to next, Claire?

I'm not sure exactly.

I heard stories of a place
called Craigh na Dun.

Aye, where the fairies live.

My cousin went there once,
swore he saw one.

But he was fou
as a puggie at time,

and the fairy he claimed to see

turned out to be
an old piebald sheep,

sporting six horns.

Well, I'd like to go there.

Is it nearby?

About three days
as the crow flies, I'd say.

All right, back to work, ladies.

And we're going to need
a fresh bucket.

You mean now?

What do you think the tipple's for?

All righty, then.

Geronimo.

Christ almighty.

I've been looking to
hell and back for ye.

I've been right here.
We were waulking wool.

Right! We're going.

But we haven't finished.

Aye, ye have.

Disappearing under ma nose.

Dougal's bealing about it.

I was only over there.
What's the harm?

Ye've been drinking,
and ye smell like piss.

Well, that's the pot
calling the kettle black.

Fine.

Next time' I'll tie ye to the wagon.

Get your hands off me!

Hey, hey, where do you
think you're taking that?

Back to her owner.
The family needs her.

The goat's ours.
We're taking her with us.

The hell you are.

That's goods and chattels,
has to be accounted for.

Ca' canny noo. She's stoning drunk.

I am no such thing.

You'll be giving me the goat!

Let go!

Where did you find her?

Over there and cock-a-doodle-dooed.

How hard is it to keep watch
on a Sassenach wench?

Hey, she's slippery as an eel,
that one, Dougal.

Would you stop talking
about me as if I'm not here?

There's a baby that needs milk.

Stop yer havering, woman.

The beast is payment for rent,
fair and square.

So you'd let a child go hungry?

The goat goes with us.

A Sassenach fleeing drunk forbye.

Madam, is everything all right?

I'm sorry?

May I be of service?

Aye, you'll keep
your nose out of our business.

I was speaking to the lady.

The lady is a guest
of clan MacKenzie.

Do you treat
all your guests this way?

Hey, bugger off.

Or maybe your lugs need cleaning out.

I assure you, sir,
my lugs are perfectly fine.

Go home, laddie,
and suckle on your ma's tit.

Now, get to it. We're leaving.

Ave, ave,
the land's been good to ye this year.

Aye.

I hear ye've had
a braw harvest of oats.

Aye.

Galloway,

I can tell you've not been starving.

You want to watch yer back around
these drunken bastards

showing a pair of paps like thon.

Aye.

- Aye.
- Aye, well enough.

It's not a great deal,
but we canna expect much

from a small place like this.

Still, it's a respectable sum.

And with young Jamie's back to show,

it's money in the bank guaranteed.

Be a good lass.

Get a needle and thread. Mend that.

Mend it yourself.

I'm not bloody doing it.

The lad can wear rags from now on.

Fine. Give it to me.

I'll mend my own shirt.

Black pudding?

It's an acquired taste,
I know, but...

Thank you.

How do you think Colum will feel
about you helping Dougal

to steal money from him
to line his own pockets

and using his nephew Jamie to do it?

Aren't you the canny lass?

Just wondering how it works.

Two bags of money, obviously.

Are there two sets of books as well,
one for each brother?

Seems that you've got it
all sorted out.

I'll wager they don't
teach common thievery

at the University of Edinburgh.

I suspect that's a skill
you've acquired more recently.

I must say,
you got a good head on your shoulders

and a tongue for argument as well.

You'd make a fine advocate, yourself.

It's a pity they don't
allow women to practice law.

Not yet.

It'll be a few centuries
before that happens.

Only two.

It felt as if Dougal
could read my mind,

like he was daring me to run.

He had brought me along on this trip

because I earned
his respect as a healer

and at least some measure of trust.

But now I could see
that small trust slipping away,

and with it, my dream of escape.

The days passed in a blur,
turning into weeks,

We visited village after village,

my feeling of helplessness growing.

Even amongst the vast
and beautiful landscape,

I felt trapped,

as if I were back in
the stone walls of Castle Leoch.

Would I have to reconcile myself

to live the rest of my life
amongst strangers

200 years in the past?

No, no! Leave us alone.

What's going on?

It's the watch.

Men you pay to protect your cattle.

Otherwise, they'll steal
them themselves.

- Extortionists.
- Aye.

Hey, hey!

Why burn the house?

It's a warning.
I heard talk in the village.

The husband's a sympathizer
working with the Redcoats.

That's only gossip.

It's no excuse for criminal behavior.

The Watch may be criminal,
but they're Scots first.

They can't abide traitors
who do the bidding

of the British army.

How many?

- Two.
- Two?

And Dougal taking his out?

I suppose that's patriotism as well.

No, no, no, no, my dear.

No, no, no. No, that's business.

Where's Jamie?

He's making himself scarce.

He has a price on his head, remember.

The Watch would turn him
over in a minute

if they thought there
was profit involved.

Patriots until it
profits them not to be.

Their loyalty lies
where the money lies.

Off we go.

I was,
I was slipping her the wee man

all night long,

and she was gaming for it. Ganting!

I gave the lassie such a seeing-to.

She'll be walking
bow-legged for months.

Aye, aye, you sleekit dog.

No, thank you. I'm not hungry.

What's the matter with you?

I've no stomach for stolen food.

Please yourself.

And I don't sit with thieves.

Listen, you. Hey!

I will not be judged
by an English whore.

Angus.

Angus.

She doesn't want it,
all the more for us?

Excuse me.

Here, Rupert.

There's something to
wrap your hands around

other than your todger.

What's got into you, woman,
talking to Angus that way?

Angus can kiss my English arse.

Aye, he's a clarty bastard,

but those are fighting words.

Well, where I come from, we don't...

It doesn't matter
where you come from. You're here.

So I'm just to stand by and watch?

You're not to judge things
you don't understand.

Stay out of it, Claire.

Torcall.

You come to me with empty pockets.
What's going on?

Redcoats came through two days ago,

house to house,
took what they wanted.

You know me, brother.

Every year,
I pay what I owe to the MacKenzie.

But tonight

I canna feed my family.

Your family will have supper tonight,

and afterwards,
you'll join us for a drink.

All of ye will eat!

Join us tonight for a dram.

I know what you're doing.

The more mercy you show today,

the more you collect
tonight for yourself.

Aye, the lassie can
see right through us.

We Scots are not as canny
as the English, yes.

Good thing we're not doing this
in Oxfordshire.

What is it that
you're accusing me of?

A penny for the laird'
a pound for your own pocket.

Whatever you wish to call it.

I call it clan business,
and none of yours.

Events followed a familiar pattern,

but for my sympathies for Jamie,

I had little interest in
Dougal's self-serving performance.

The language as alien as ever,
but the sentiment clear.

"Give us your money, and we will
protect you from the English,

"from the Sassenachs."

An awful sight, is it, no?

Christ, I'd die in my blood before I
let a whey-faced Sassenach use me so.

Aye.

But then my ears sparked to a name
I'd heard somewhere before.

“Long live the Stuart. "

Of course that would be the
second Jacobite rising, the '45.

Second?

You know, some people actually argue
that there were four uprisings.

The first in 1715,

and the '45 was just
the most famous one.

Bonnie Prince Charlie and so on.

That's it.

Charlie, the young pretender
to the throne of Britain,

was gathering Stuart sympathizers,
called Jacobites, for a rebellion.

Surely your Uncle Lamb
taught you some of this.

What were you doing in the desert?

"Jacobite," derived from "Jacobus,"

the Latin for "James,"
since they were followers

of King James ll, the Catholic king

dethroned by the Protestants.

Show-off.
- That's it, quite right.

So the Jacobites
dedicated themselves

to restoring a Catholic King.

And Charles Stuart
used the Scottish Highlanders

to raise money for a Jacobite army.

A lost cause as it turned out.

I was beginning
to realize the activities

Dougal and his men
were involved in weren't criminal.

They were political.

He was using the shocking
display of Jamie's scars

not to frighten his audience,

but to stir outrage
against the British.

Dougal was raising money
for a Jacobite army.

Devil take ye, Dougal MacKenzie.

Kinsman or not, I don't owe ye this.

I seem to recall
a certain oath of obedience.

"So long as my feet rest
on the lands of clan MacKenzie."

I gave my word to Colum, not to you.

It's one and the same' lad,
and you ken it well.

Outside of Leoch,

I am Colum's head, hands,
as well as his legs.

I never saw a better case
of the right hand

not knowing what the left was up to.

The MacKenzies,
the MacBeolains, the MacVinishes...

None can force them
to give against their will.

But we have something in common.

We want our king
back where he belongs.

Don't you?

You have more to gain
from a Stuart throne than I do.

If you don't want to save
your own silly neck...

My neck is my own concern,
and so is my back.

Not while you travel with me,
sweet lad.

He'll do that again,
use you like that?

Aye.

Aye, it gets him
what he wants, you see.

And you'll let him?

He's my uncle.

A man has to...

To choose

what's worth fighting for.

As you ken well.

Well...

Best get some sleep.

Yes, of course.

Try not to hit any more trees.

Don't worry.

Trees are safe, Sassenach.

Good night.

The next morning
as I watched them pack,

I saw the men in a different light.

Not criminals, but rebels.

I wished I could tell them

that they were on
the losing side of history,

that it was all a pipe dream.

The Stuarts would never
unseat the Protestant King George H,

but how could I tell them that,

these proud, passionate meh
who lived and breathed

for a flag of blue and white?

Traitor.

Even I knew that
this was not the work of the Watch,

but of the Redcoats.

They've been out here
at least a week.

More, likely, by the smell.

Bloody bastards!

Take them down.

Wrap the bodies.

We'll give them
a proper Christian burial.

What on earth?

What are you doing
sneaking around outside my door?

I wasn't sneaking about.
I was sleeping...

Or trying to.

Sleeping here?

Why?

The taproom's full of townsmen
half-gone with drink.

I was worried some of them might
venture up here in search of...

Well...

I didn't think you'd care
overmuch for such attentions.

After the events of today,
I doubt any of them

are feeling very kindly
towards an Englishwoman.

I'm sorry I stepped on you.

You're being kind.

No.

You can't sleep out here.

At least come into the room.

It's warmer.

Sleep in your room with you?

I couldn't do that.
Your reputation would be ruined.

My reputation?

You've slept under
the stars with me before,

you and ten other men.

That isn't the same thing at all.

Well, at least let me
give you the blanket off my bed.

Or is that too scandalous?

I'll be right here.

Good night.

Good morning, Mr. MacTavish.

Morning, Mistress.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

the horses will be needing
their breakfast as well.

Why did you let me think
you were thieves?

What's made you think otherwise?

Dougal's speech the other night.

I thought you had no Gaelic.

Well, I've picked up
enough to understand what

"Long live the Stuart" sounds like.

You might've picked up
more than you should.

What if I told you

that the odds were
stacked against you?

And which odds are those?

The British army
is the best in the world.

That's a known fact. What of it?

You're raising money
for a war that you cannot win.

And that worries you, does it?

You're the ones
that should be worried.

You talk as if the future
is already decided.

Outmanned we may be,

but I would match our fighting hearts

against the best army in the world.

Fighting hearts
don't stand a chance against cannons.

You are going to lose.

That's your opinion,

and you're entitled to it.

It's a fact, Ned.

You have to believe me.

History will never record the name
of another Stuart king,

but it will record
the names of thousands of Highlanders

who've died needlessly
for a doomed cause.

History be damned.

Here we go.

Get up!

Pick him up! Hold the bastard!

Three split lips, two bloody noses,

12 smashed knuckles,
and four loosened teeth.

And my ribs hurt a bit.

Bastard's fingernail was sharp
as a boars tooth.

He's gauged a hole in me.

You're such crybabies.

I've tended to six-year-olds
braver than you lot.

Any excuse for a fight.

You were the excuse.

Me?

It was your honor we were defending.

The lout called you a whore.

You're a guest of the MacKenzie.

We can insult you,

but God help any other man that does.

So there I am in bed,

Harelip Chrissie on my left

and Sweaty Netty,
the butcher's daughter, on my right.

They get jealous of each other,

start arguing about
who I'm going to swive first.

Can you believe it?

I believe your left hand
gets jealous of your right.

That's about all I believe.

You're a witty one.

I've never heard a woman make a joke!

There's a first time for everything.

Hard ride ahead.

Three days till
we cross Culloden Moor.

Culloden Moor.

You can see how flat
and open and boggy it is.

The Highland army
was completely exposed,

and they then charged
into the teeth of musket fire,

cannons, mortars

with nothing more than
their broadswords, for the most part.

It was very, very quick
and very bloody.

The whole thing took
less than an hour.

How many were killed?

Jacobites lost something in
the region of 2,000 men.

But the interesting thing is
that in the years following Culloden,

the estates of the clan chieftains
were plundered, sold.

The government banned
the wearing of tartan.

They banned the carrying of swords,
even the Gaelic language.

In effect, Culloden marked
the end of the clans

and the end of
the Highlander way of life.

1746, three years from now.

And what of these MacKenzie men?

How many of them were doomed to die
on that wretched battlefield?

Here, let me see.

Thank you, Angus.

I'm going to the river to wash.

Let her go.

Now, as regards the transactions...

Comparatively successful
despite the earlier setbacks.

Who are you?

An English lady of Oxfordshire.

That's what you'd have us believe.

But you would seem to be a lady
of strong political opinions.

There's no harm in an opinion.

You've seen things on the road.

You tell the Redcoats,

and we'll be bound to crosses
just like the men we out down.

- I'm not a spy.
- Maybe not.

But ye're sowing the seeds
of doubt in our midst,

working behind the cover
of yer woman's skirts

to undermine the cause.

I'm trying to warn you.

Warn me about what?

I'm trying to save your life.

Madam...

Pleasure to see you again.

Once more, I ask you...

ls everything all right?

Hello, again, Officer.

Lieutenant Jeremy Foster
of His Majesty's army.

And this time I do mean
to ascertain the lady's well-being.

The lady is none of your concern.

And you are?

Dougal MacKenzie,
war chief and brother to Colum,

laird of the MacKenzie clan
and the lands upon which you stand.

MacKenzie or not,

if you are holding this English lady
against her wishes,

you'll be dealt with.

Tell me, madam,
are you here by your own choice?

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