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- CLAIRE: Previously...
- YOUNG IAN: They believe

it's from a Mohawk village
called Shadow Lake.

There's a good chance
Roger's been taken there.

You never stop worrying
about them.

We're going to make this right.

Allow me to introduce
my niece.

Miss Fraser, I'm an
acquaintance of your parents.

Have you news of Bonnet?

Aye, good news.

- [ door opens ]
- MURTAGH: Hello.

Think you've got
the wrong room.

Will you marry me?

I'm not sure this is what
your father had in mind.

What is this?

MILITIAMAN: Unhand him!

Return to yer wife and child.

Think you'll find
there's something

very familiar about my
companion, Stephen Bonnet.

MILITIAMAN:
I have seen you before,

on a broadsheet.

Take him.

What's going on?

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[ dramatic drum
and flute music ]

You...

remain captive.

Ehhaokonsah.

- Ehhaokonsah.
- [ laughter ]

Murtagh has been arrested.

- Christ!
- On what grounds?

We captured a murderous bastard
called Bonnet,

and the militiamen
got in the way.

They recognized Murtagh
from the broadsheets.

Arrested both of them.

Murtagh won't be granted
a fair trial.

Tryon'll make sure of it.

They'll hang him.

That thievin' bastard'll do
whatever he must

to send a message
to all Regulators.

I was with Murtagh
when it happened.

He took responsibility.

I won't let him hang.

What's taken from one of us

is taken from all of us.

We'll get him back, lads.

They have captured
Stephen Bonnet.

Are you quite well?

Perhaps you should sit down.

[ breathlessly ]
Oh, n-n-no.

No, if I sit down, I won't
be able to get back up.

Uh, where?
How?

He was apprehended
in Wilmington.

As to how, I could not say,

but I have been apprised
of the charges against him.

Smuggling, piracy, and murder.

I suppose it's too late to add
what he did to me to that list.

It would only bring shame
upon you...

and be of no consequence.

He has already been sentenced
for his previous crimes.

No consequence?

He will soon pay
for all his crimes.

He is condemned

and will hang next week.

I thought you would want
to know.

Yes.

Thank you.

I want to see him.

No, you cannot go.

Even if your condition allowed
for your travel to Wilmington,

which it assuredly does not,
attendance at an execution

could not but have
the worst effects on the child.

Now, I am
completely sympathetic

- to your feelings, but--
- No.

You don't know
what my feelings are.

I don't want to watch him die.

Thank God for that.

I want to talk to him.

Your father entrusted me
the task of looking after you.

I'm not sure that involves

taking afternoon tea
with a murderer.

JAMIE: "Daughter,

"I canna say if I shall
see you again.

"My hope is that
it shall be so

"and that all will be mended
between us.

"I've been thinking
about your question

"of whether revenge would heal
the wrong done to you.

I advise you now
that you must not seek it."

"For the sake of your soul,

"for the sake
of your own life,

"you must find the grace

"to forgive.

"Freedom is hard-won,

"but it is not
the fruit of murder.

Do not fear that he will
escape vengeance."

"Such a man carries with him

"the seeds
of his own destruction.

"If he does not die
by my hand,

"it'll be by another,

"but it must not be
by your hand.

"Hear me, for the sake
of the love I bear you.

"Your loving father,

James Fraser."

I never said good-bye to him--

to Jamie.

But he's right.

Forgiveness won't change
what has happened...

but it can change
what will be,

whether Roger comes back
or not.

Whatever happens.

You are sure
you must see Bonnet?

Yes.

If I can say my piece,
then...

maybe I can find a way
to be free of him,

but I have to try,

for my baby's sake.

Very well.

You'll help me?

God knows how,

but I'll help you.

May I?

My God.

He's real.

Yes.

I know.

Ehhaokonsah.

Carry wood
to Tehwahsehwkwe's longhouse.

That way.

Ehhaokonsah.

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No.

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[ speaking Mohawk ]

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Are you all right?

Yeah.

It's just all so awkward
is all.

I thought I'd get used
to being this size,

but I haven't.

I just get more
and more uncomfortable.

Being here's harder
than I thought it would be.

A baby is expected.

Memories are not.

They...simply come.

I miss my mother.

I daresay I find myself
missing her at times as well,

particularly when I'm ill.

In spite of her unwaveringly
direct manner, she is...

a rather remarkable woman.

I hope she returns
before the baby arrives.

Knowing your parents,

they will do everything
in their power

to return Roger to you.

Take my arm.

You are impossible
not to like.

Would you like some more wood
for your fire?

Put the logs over there,
by the fire.

And go down to the river,
fetch us some w--

Yes?
You want this here?

- [ Roger grunts ]
- Get up.

Get up, Ehhaokonsah.

Please. I'm hurt.

[ speaking Mohawk ]

Where do your
loyalties lie?

How did you come
to be an outcast?

It was a mistake.

Have you no honor?

Did you break
your word of honor?

My loyalties
were to a woman.

Then you should not smile
upon Johiehon.

[ man speaking French ]

[ speaking French ]

You are British?

Yes.

Scottish.

Roger MacKenzie.

You're the man
they have christened Dogface.

[ laughing ] So...

so that's what
"Ehhaokonsah"means.

Flattering.

Hmm.
Rather appropriate nickname,

since the Mohawk
do not keep their whiskers

and they're rather fond
of dogs.

Oh, they are?

Oh, I wouldn't have known it.

But, then, I don't even know
where I am.

You're in the village
they call Shadow Lake.

And where is that, exactly?

The province of New York.

[ sighing ]
Oh, New York.

How did you come
to be here?

I suppose you could say
I walked here.

And you? What about--

Why are you here?

I...fell in love.

What are ye doing?

Well, you know Germain likes
to play with cups and spoons--

Aye.

So what's yer excuse, seein'
as our bairn's in his crib?

I ken what this is.

- Ye're going to--
- Rescue Murtagh from jail,

yes.

Good.

He shouldna been in there
to begin with.

What, you're not angry
with me?

Not unless ye're not
goin' to try.

We canna allow the man
to be hanged.

What's this, then?

Does this represent a man?

Regulator?

- Yes.
- Mm.

Bryan and Malachi have found
men willing to help.

[ sighs ] But even so,

it's a dangerous endeavor,
and I'm not sure--

You can do this.

If only Milord were here...

[ sighs ] Claire too.

I ken she risked her life
to save his

when he was imprisoned
at Wentworth.

If they were here, uh,
what would they do?

They'd find a way.

And we will too.

We?

Aye, we.

I'll not be cast aside.

"For better or worse,"

Fergus Fraser.

Have faith in yer plan.

'Twill work.

And we have the Regulators
to aid us as well.

You're right,
mon amour.

Murtagh will be freed.

Perhaps it's time
to leave Wilmington

and to take up Milord
and Milady's offer

to live at Fraser's Ridge.

I'll find us a wagon and start
packing our belongings.

You are an exceptional woman.

Ye ken well, I'd join you
to face the devil himself.

I came here some years ago
to spread the word of God.

Chief Tehwahsehkwe
heard me preach

and, being moved
of the Holy Spirit,

invited me to return with him
to his village.

I started converting
some members of the tribe,

and...for a time,
I lived with them peacefully.

But a year after I arrived
at the village,

I was struck with fever.

I was prepared to allow God
to take me...

Until I felt a woman's hands
upon me.

Soft, cooling hands.

She cared for me with
the gentle touch of an angel.

Then, after I had recovered,

there was...

sin.

You see, my son,
her touch had awakened

a desire I had long fought
to suppress,

an impure, unholy desire.

I thought I had conquered
the feeling,

thought I was immune
to temptation,

only to discover
how weak was my resolve.

A woman stole your heart.

A very old story, Father,
perhaps one

of the oldest stories
in the world.

Our union created a child.

And that offended the Mohawk.

No, they welcomed
both our union and the child

with open arms.

I don't understand.

They expected me
to baptize the child,

save its soul, but...
I could not.

Well, why not?

I am not in a state of grace.

I have broken my vows,

and so, by the edicts
of the church,

I cannot perform
the sacrament of baptism.

Yeah, I doubt very much
that the Mohawk are perturbed

by the niceties
of the church, Father.

No, but you see, Roger,
I am.

I have broken faith
with my God and my calling.

I know that I am damned.

I will not also damn this child

with the false blessing
of a fallen priest.

I will not.

The child's mother

is the healer?

Johiehon.

Do you still love her?

I have prayed that my love
for her would abate,

that I would stop seeing
her face in my dreams,

that I would stop feeling
the touch of her hand,

stop smelling the rainwater
perfuming her hair...

stop hearing the gentle lilt
of her laugh

floating on the wind.

But my prayers
have gone unanswered.

I cannot hope
that you would understand.

No, actually, Father...

I know exactly what you mean.

Satehoronies, Kahnontiio...
[ speaking Mohawk ]

You are hidden here
because of your dishonor.

You will go naked
before the Lord, your God.

Stop.

Pray for me, Roger.

Father.

Bloody hell.

- Father...
- [ groans ]

I need to clean this.

So sorry.

Please, let me finish.

Christ.

O Father of mercies
and God of all comfort,

we humbly beseech thee

to visit and relieve
the sick servant

for whom our prayers
are desired.

Look upon him with the eyes
of thy mercy.

Comfort him...
with a sense of thy goodness.

Father, here.

Here, let me help you.

Christ.

Here.

Here, drink.

Here.

What happened?

I was offered another chance
to baptize my child.

My refusal offended them.

They have given me until
morning to change my mind.

And if you don't?

Then they'll bind me
and put my feet in flames

until the pain consumes me
and my body fails.

I have seen this punishment
inflicted on another poor soul.

He lingered for three days
before finally dying.

My God.

Please,

- no more blasphemy.
- Just--just...

listen to me.

These people,

they don't know anything about
the rituals of the church

or the vows you took
or why you hold them so sacred.

All they want is to see you

pour a little water
on the baby's head

and say a few words in Latin.

- I can't.
- Why not?

- I...
- Ye don't have to perform

the sacrament.

Just...
say the Lord's Prayer

or--or a Hail Mary
and be done with it.

They'll never know
the difference.

But I will.

No, my son,
I know you're trying to help,

but this...

this is the Lord's punishment
for my great and foul sins.

Ah, so you fell in love.

That's your sin?

You're human, for God's sake.

Ah, yes, forgive me, Lord,
oh, my blasphemy.

I will not mock the sacrament,

even to save my own life.

You're being an idiot.

And yes, I'm saying that
to you right here,

in the sight of God Almighty.

Do ye know why I can say
you're an idiot?

Because I've been
an idiot myself.

I fell in love with a girl.

Beautiful girl.

I asked her to marry me,

and she said no.

So what did I do?

Instead of walking away,

I actually followed her
across an ocean.

Like an idiot, I pursued her
through time and space,

determined to prove
to myself and the universe

that I did love this woman,

just like all those
great love stories

written by all those
great idiots.

I pursued her
and chased her

and finally tracked her down

and convinced her
to marry me.

And on the very night when
we were handfast, wed...

in the eyes of man
and the Almighty,

we started fighting,

and we said

angry words
to each other--

words to regret

but which can never
be taken back.

So I left her.

I intended to go home,

but then I changed my mind
and went back,

like an idiot,

and instead of finding her,

I found a man who...

I now believe
was her father,

who beat me
near unto death

and sold me
to the Mohawk.

And even then,

even then, I had
yet another chance

to walk away,

to go home.

Against all odds,
I broke free

from my captors.

I found a way home.

All I had to do
was reach out and touch it.

But did I?

No, I...

just stood there

with freedom within my reach,

and I hesitated,

like an idiot,

because after all that,

I still loved her.

Then you do indeed
understand the pain I've--

Agh, that's what
I'm telling you, man.

That's what I'm trying
to tell you, man.

I understand.

But the difference is,

I've learned something
from my pain.

I've changed.

There's a saying
where I come from:

"Look out for number one."

From now on, that's me,

and if you're smart,
you'll do the same.

Turn your back on love

and take your freedom.

Save yourself,

because if you don't...
[ laughs ]

No one ever will.

While you were gone,
I've been digging.

Help me.

There's a spot
on the south side of the hut

where we can escape
without being noticed.

Come with me,

and we'll both
get out of here.

You still do not understand--

No, I understand that you still
have choices in front of you.

Find a priest,

confess your sin,
let God absolve you,

and you can continue
His work,

or...

we can find Johiehon

and take her and the baby
with us.

You can make a new life
as a husband and a father.

I don't care what you choose,

but both are better

than staying here
and dying a horrible death.

It's hopeless.

With another hour's work,
it will serve.

We don't have
another hour,

and that hole
is nae big enough for a cat,

much less a man.

You will have time to complete
the work when I'm gone.

What are you talking about?

I'm staying.

Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

- You need not blaspheme.
- Aye, I do...

If you're still determined
to stay here and be tortured
to death

out of some misplaced sense
of loyalty.

Did ye not hear a word I said?

I heard every word
you said.

Well?

And I understand
your feelings on love

and its concomitant idiocy
very well.

However, I do not share
those feelings, Roger,

and I must do that
which my conscience dictates.

Then you're a bigger
bloody fool than I
thought possible.

That is most assuredly
the case.

- They're coming for me.
- [ man whoops ]

We must hide our work.

Have you decided?

Yes.

I cannot baptize
the child.

I'll put myself
in the hands of the Lord.

God be with you...
my friend.

Bloody fool.

If you ask me one more time
if I'm sure I want to do this,
I'll scream.

Well, your mind
is clearly made up.

Couldn't help but notice
that the rest of you
seems rather apprehensive.

I've been thinking
about this moment,

and now it's finally here,
I guess...

I'm nervous.

Perhaps we should take
a moment...

allow you to prepare yourself.

I'm ready.

Good day, gentlemen.
I am Lord John Grey.

This is my betrothed,
Miss Brianna Fraser.

Governor Tryon
has arranged for us

to have an audience
with one of your prisoners,

Stephen Bonnet.

His Excellency's secretary

sent word apprising us
of your arrival.

I've moved Bonnet to the cell
at the end of the corridor,

chained him to the wall
for your protection.

I'll see him alone.

You will not.

If anything were to happen--

He's in chains.

He can't hurt me.

I'll be waiting right here,

if you should need me.

Go on, then.

The sooner ye retrieve
the auld coot,

the sooner we can be
on our way.

Walk on.

Do you know who I am?

The Queen of Sheba?

I don't think you were after
telling me your name,
sweetheart.

Don't call me that.

I remember your face...

And a few other things...

But not your name.

My name is Brianna Fraser.

Brianna Fraser.
That's a lovely name.

My parents are James
and Claire Fraser.

They saved your life,

and you robbed them.

Yes.

Oh, if you've come
in the hopes of retrieving
your father's jewels,

then I'm--I'm afraid
you left it too late.

See, I...sold them
to buy a ship.

There was a--

was a trinket

you were after
when we first met.

A ring?

Oh, but you got that back.

Good sirs, we are here
to visit a prisoner of yours.

No visits
without prior permission.

I do not think permission
will be necessary.

I'm told you're going to hang.

Mm.
I'm told the same thing.

You'll not have come from pity,
though, I shouldn't think.

No.

I'll rest easier
once you're dead.

Well, what is it
you want from me, then?

Nothing.

I came here
to give you something.

I came here to forgive you.

Mm, oh, I've had whores

try to foist their spawn
on me before.

I have no reason to lie.

You're going to die,

to hang by the neck
until you're dead,

and if it makes dying
easier for you

to know there's something
of you left on this Earth,

then you're welcome
to the knowledge.

So I'll soon be gone...

but not forgotten.

I have no choice but to live
with what you've done to me,

but you will be forgotten.

My baby will never know
your name,

will never even know
that you existed.

While you rot in the ground,

I will raise my child
to be a good person,

to be nothing like you.

Wait.

For his maintenance.

I don't want anything
from you.

Dying man's last wish, then.

Take care of him.

Stand down.
Halt! Halt! [ grunts ]

- [ gun cocking ]
- Unhand him at once.

Lord John?

Fergus.

What is the purpose
of this attack?

We're here to free a friend.

I have the keys.

Do not harm him,

but do not allow him
to leave.

His allegiance
is to Governor Tryon.

I'm very sorry.

Murtagh!

Murtagh!
Where are you?

Here, lad.

Murtagh.

What are ye doing here, lass?

You were arrested?

Why on Earth
would ye come here?

There was someone
I needed to see.

We must hurry.

Mr. Fitzgibbons.

Well, I'm not entirely
surprised to find you here.

I suppose this is the devil

that brought ye here
to see the villain?

He's not to blame.
I insisted.

Come with me, lass.

I'll deliver ye
to River Run.

You?
Whilst every militiaman

and redcoat in Wilmington
hunts you down?

I will escort Miss Fraser
to River Run.

Over my dead body.

Which you would assuredly be
if you are caught.

She will be under
my protection.

FERGUS: Tryon's protection.

If she's seen with you--

Her neck'll be in ropes.

I'll trust ye
to Lord John, then, lass.

Be careful.

Hurry, lads.
We haven't much time.

The powder's been lit!

You intend to blow up
the jail?

A diversion to cover
our retreat.

We haven't a moment
to waste.

Wait.
What about him?

We can't just leave him here
to die.

Get him out of here, lads.
Now.

Come.
Marsali's waiting.

MARSALI: Hurry! Get in!

MARSALI: Walk on, boy!
Go on!

SOUTHWORTH: Your Lordship.

Yes?

You are unharmed?

I am.

- And you, Mistress?
- I'm fine.

I'm glad to hear it.

We're uncertain how many
perished in the blast.

I am told you were visiting

a prisoner in the jail
prior to the explosion.

Did you apprehend
any of the insurgents?

No. They were more prepared
than we could have anticipated.

It appears these Regulators

were intent on releasing
their leader,

Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Did they mention
where they were taking him?

Unfortunately,
the event transpired
with stunning rapidity.

I heard nothing
that would aid your search,

though I trust
you will find them.

We will, my lord.

Governor Tryon
will not allow this

to go unpunished.

Don't go soft now.

- [ Father Alexandre screams ]
- He chose his fate.

He wanted this.

There's nothing you can do.

Don't be an idiot.

Be smart for once
in your stupid, idiotic life.

Be smart.

Damn you, you stupid,

stupid fool!

Ah, fucking hell.

That's it, lads.
Take me back to the idiot hut.