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Previously...

Brianna, what do you truly believe?

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

- News of our death. - We die in a fire.

King George and Royal Governor Josiah Martin

send you these rifles.

I will fight with you, Bear-Killer.

He's asked if I might preach the sermon on Sunday.

As a lay minister, of course.

Why doesn't Tom do it?

Tom is not a preacher.

Neither are you.

What if I want to make preaching official?

There's a presbytery in Edenton.

Leave as soon as we can.

Your wife stands before us, up to her elbows in blood.

I don't think we're implying anything.

After that dreadful accusation,

and her confessing to all and sundry at the Meeting Place

that it was Mr. Fraser's bairn she was carrying.

Mr. Fraser. We've come for your wife.

We've come to arrest her for the murder of Malva Christie.

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lad ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ He sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ 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 ♪

We've come to arrest her for murder.

The murder of Malva Christie.

You'll leave my land, sir.

And you'll do it now.

Oh, we'll leave.

Hand over your wife and we'll be gone.

Vanished like the morning dew.

Bride save us.

Mrs. Bug, go get help, now.

By what right do you come here?

I'm only doing what I must.

I ken what you're doing.

I'm the Committee of Safety, Mr. Fraser.

I have a responsibility to the people of these parts.

And I have a responsibility as well.

Oh, I know it.

I'm a married man myself.

I didn't expect you to just give her up.

But you will soon enough.

You'll see.

Stop there.

Don't shoot.

Then hand me that fowling piece.

All right, I will.

- Claire! - Arrest him.

You shot me.

I did. And I'll bloody do it again if you don't get out of here.

Duck!

Jamie!

Claire, get inside!

- Bloody hell, are you all right? - Aye.

- Here, it's primed and loaded. - The front door.

Claire!

Claire, table!

Turn her over, Fraser!

Don't let them run!

Close the shutters.

We need more guns.

You, sir, get around to the other side.

Give it up, you're outnumbered!

Claire.

- Claire! - I'm all right!

Take cover!

Get them horses back.

Go!

Go to the dining room, cover the south and east.

- Let them think Josiah's in here with us. - All right.

Go now, Claire.

Surrender, Fraser!

Fire!

Can anybody see them?

Get back, you bastards!

Surround the house.

Reload.

We need cover!

This is what he wanted.

Not to arrest ye. A cause to kill ye. Kill us all.

It's a good thing the wee ones got away safe.

If Brown found out it was Marsali who killed his brother...

So, that's what all this has been about?

Malva's death is but an excuse for revenge.

Fraser!

Come one step closer, man.

One shot is all I need.

Fraser, can you hear me?

What's the matter with you?

You never heard of a flag of truce, you horse-stealing Scotcher?

If I wanted you dead, man, you'd be cooling this minute.

- Say your piece. - You know what I want.

I want that murderous witch of yours.

God damn it!

Look...

we ain't gonna hurt her.

We only mean to take her to Salisbury.

There's a court there.

She'd get a fair trial.

That's the law, ain't it?

You have my answer.

Hold your fire.

Lexington and Concord, the Siege of Boston,

those have all happened.

It'll seem like the end of the world.

Up until recently, I would have sold my soul to be up there.

But my soul is being pulled another way now.

And as a father,

that's one benefit of knowing the rest.

I'm pretty sure there won't be any battles in Edenton seminary.

We'll all be safe.

When do we tell Jemmy?

- Do we tell him? - About the war?

About how we know,

about the things that haven't happened yet.

Time travel.

- Uh-oh. - Maybe we don't.

Christ, how do you tell a kid something like that?

I don't know.

We'd tell them if they are adopted.

Or if there's some family scandal,

like their favorite uncle's not dead, he's in prison.

If you tell them early on, it doesn't mean all that much to them,

I don't think.

If they find out later, it's a shock.

You would know.

So would you.

At least, with you, it wasn't a choice.

It's not like the Reverend could have told you what you were, but didn't.

You think your parents should have told you sooner?

Yes.

And no. I mean, I can see why they didn't.

Daddy didn't even believe it to start with.

As for what he did believe...

Whatever it was,

he did ask Mama to let me think he was my real father.

She gave him her word. I guess...

I don't think she should have broken it, no.

It may not mean that much to Jemmy if we tell him early on,

but it'll definitely get the attention of his friends when he tells them.

We're lucky he doesn't remember going to the stones.

So, we wait until he's old enough to realize

he can't tell people that it's a secret.

There's another risk for us in telling him.

What's that?

He may decide to leave us one day.

Come on, man.

- Is there water? - Uh.

Yes.

Here.

Shall I go get some more?

No, this will do.

It's gonna be a long siege, Claire.

It's getting late.

What do you mean by that?

What do you think they'll do?

Fire the house as soon as it gets dark, I suppose.

You think they're going to burn us?

That's what I would do in their shoes. Smoke us out.

Burn us alive?

Aye.

It couldn't be, could it?

The obituary said the Sabbath before the 21st of January.

It's May, for heaven's sake.

I was a printer, Claire. You canna trust everything you read in the broadsheets.

That's reassuring.

Then again, to be out by more than four months...

All right, so they smoke us out.

What do we do? Fight to the death?

I won't go with them, Jamie.

- I'd rather die than... - I would never let you go.

- So, what's our plan? - Still thinking on it.

- Mrs. Bug got out? - I think so.

She will go for Arch first thing.

If she finds him, he will run for Kenny Lindsay, he's closest.

Lizzie will go for Ronnie.

- Lizzie? - Aye.

I saw her at the stables. She ran east.

Dinna fash, mo nighean donn.

She'll be safe. She's with her husband.

Well, one of them.

That food will have shot and glass in it, I suppose.

Food?

Aye. In the dining room. I'm starving.

It's quiet now, but we'll need strength for what's to come.

You should be a woodworker.

- Instead of a minister? - In addition. Like Jesus.

Ah.

Well, that's a good one, isn't it?

Looks like yours. The one we drove in Scotland.

I was actually thinking of that Mustang of yours.

Remember that time we drove up into the mountains of North Carolina?

I do. You almost drove us off the road.

Because someone thought it was a good idea to kiss me at 75 miles per hour.

We almost broke up that weekend.

We did break up that weekend.

Yeah. But then I pursued you.

Through time.

Usual story.

Uh.

Watch where you're going there, Ace.

I thought you found speed erotic.

Vroom, vroom.

- Uh-uh. We'll wake Jemmy. - Mm-mm.

Not even a real Ford Mustang could wake him.

Do you think we'll ever be at 75 miles per hour again?

Now, what did I do with that car?

What do you need it for?

Just thought I might explore the terrain a wee bit more.

Well, you could explore on foot.

Okay.

- That'll take a wee bit more time. - Hm.

Well, did you have a...

longer journey in mind?

Oh, aye.

The scenic route.

Hang on. Try...

- Okay. - I can't...

Bump!

All right.

The condemned ate a hearty meal.

What?

It's an American tradition from my time.

A prisoner condemned to death

was allowed to request whatever he wants for his last meal.

- Whatever he wants? - Within reason.

I've heard it's often something they remember from their childhood.

Something their mother made them.

What would you choose?

Cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke from Carmi's.

It's a diner.

A restaurant I used to take Bree to when she was little.

That was our regular order.

I wouldna choose any other thing

than this very meal with you.

In our home.

I always thought being so close to death would make one too nervous to eat.

Apparently not.

Where on earth is Ian?

Surely he should be here by now, if he'd heard the gunfire.

Aye.

Hunting maybe.

Where is everyone else?

If they're not here by now, Claire,

then they'll no' be coming.

Why wouldn't they help us?

They wouldn't turn Mrs. Bug or Lizzie away at their doors.

Not unless they really believe that I did it, that I killed Malva.

Dinna fash, mo nighean donn.

Come, mo chridhe, lie down.

Guess there's nothing else to do, is there?

Nothing else but wait.

I might say an Act of Contrition.

I did that always, night before a battle.

Just in case.

All right, then, just in case.

Wait, you say it in French?

Aye. I was fighting with French mercenaries then.

I didn't wanna stand out.

I could say it in Gaelic or English if you prefer.

English, please. Just this once.

Oh, my God, I'm heartily sorry

for offending you.

I detest all my sins for Thy just punishments,

but most of all, my God, because they offend Thee,

my God, who art all good

and deserving of all my love.

How many times would you say have I come close to dying?

I don't know.

You were dreadfully ill at the Abbey after Wentworth.

And after Culloden, you said you had a terrible fever from your wounds.

You thought you might die.

Only Jenny nursed you through it.

- Forced me through it, more like. - Hm.

Then there's when Laoghaire tried to kill you.

And you forced me through that.

And, likewise, when the snake bit me.

Do you count the shipwreck?

You almost died then, not me.

Very well then. Have it your way.

- Well then, of course, there's your... - Back.

Aye.

- You're a hard man to kill, I think. - Hm.

That brings me a great deal of comfort.

Dare I ask why you're bringing this up, though?

I was thinking about France.

A thing that happened to me.

There was an old fortune teller reading palms.

She grabbed my hand and spat into my palm before I could object.

Bent so close, I could smell the ancient sweat of her.

"T'es un chat, toi", she said.

- She said you were a cat? - Hm.

I tried to pull away, but she held firm.

And she said, "Neuf."

Said she saw the number nine written in my hand.

And also death.

Do you think you have nine lives?

I hope so.

I never thought that hearing a litany of your near-death experiences

would bring me so much peace.

Or maybe it's just the nearness of you.

Claire.

Folk are coming'.

Brown?

No. The fisherfolk.

Hold there! I'm armed.

The whole world kens you're armed, Mr. Fraser.

Hiram Crombie. That's good.

Is it? He hasn't exactly taken our side in any of this.

Yeah, it is good.

No matter what Hiram thinks of us,

he wouldn't allow Brown to set the house alight

or hang us outside our very own home.

We require you to come out, Mr. Fraser.

And your wife,

and anyone else that you have in there with you.

You're suggesting I descend into the lion's den, are ye?

I'm suggesting that we canna have more bloodshed.

Mr. Brown has asked that I talk to you.

See if we canna negotiate the matter.

What assurance do I have of our safety?

I've placed myself between you and these men.

Now, that should be assurance enough.

What do you think?

Appears we're at a stalemate.

Very well. Know we remain armed.

Mr. Fraser, bring her out now, to seek justice.

- Burn, you witch! - Calm down, everyone.

Hiram!

Mr. Fraser.

I'll tell you what I told Mr. Brown,

you'll take my wife over my dead body!

Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live!

Quiet! Stop this! Be still.

My wife is no witch, nor is she a murderer.

If she didna do it, who did?

I say, if it wasna her, it was you, the fear-cuideachd.

Justice for the murdered lass

and her innocent bairn unborn.

I tried to save her and her child.

Justice! Justice!

"Justice is mine," sayeth the Lord.

Then let justice have its day, Mr. Fraser.

Now, the committee want to take her to trial.

Anyone accused is entitled to that, are they not?

Aye.

If she be innocent, how can you refuse?

That seems reasonable to me, Mr. Fraser. What say you?

I say, I surrender her to the hands of this man,

she willna live to stand trial.

He blames me for the death of his brother.

He would slaughter her out of hand, for sake of revenge upon me.

Look at him.

He's no more to do with justice than with honor.

You lay with a woman that was not your wife, Mr. Fraser.

Aye.

If that be honor...

then I concur.

Take him!

Put him to a trial.

It was him who debauched my sister...

and killed her.

So I told you, Mr. Brown.

No.

It is her.

A man might kill a lass he'd got with child,

but no man would do such wickedness

as steal a babe unborn from the womb.

- None but a witch would do that! - Take them both, I say!

Aye, you could.

Take 'em both, that is.

Mr. Fraser, you'll go along to see that nay harm comes to your wife.

And if it should be proven that she is innocent...

I am innocent! And so is he.

- Justice! - Mistress Fraser!

Jamie, they're here.

Mac Dubh!

We canna win, Claire. The men came, but there's not enough.

It'll be a fight to the death. We must go together.

I dinna see another way.

If you deliver us unto this devil's hand, Mr. Crombie,

then our blood be upon your head.

You'll answer for our lives on the day of judgment.

And I will answer for them now.

Let them both be taken, if you will.

I will travel with them, as surety that no further evil will be done.

Surely, justice is mine if it be anyone's.

Aye.

Thank the Lord.

- No, Mr. Fraser. - Lizzie, bide.

If it suits your convenience, Mr. Fraser,

perhaps we will leave in the morning.

There's no reason you and your wife

should not rest in your own bed.

I thank you, sir.

I will set a guard to watch the house.

As will I.

We have a beautiful home.

Aye.

This will not be the last time we see it by moonlight, Claire.

I promise you, with my life.

I'm so scared.

This here is Oakes.

His task is to keep an eagle eye on ya.

Leave the wagon, there'll be hell to pay.

Roll out!

Maybe I should tend to their wounds.

I have my travel kit with me.

Ye dinna owe them anything.

I know.

Won't exactly help matters for us

if one of them dies of infection.

Allow me, Mistress Fraser.

Eat, Sassenach. It's kindly given.

What news?

None. We keep on.

Salisbury won't do for us. Sheriff there quit a week ago.

Circuit court's closed down also.

Matter of politics, so says the judge.

The whole town is split on the question of independency.

But it's nothing to do with independency.

This is murder, for God's sake.

You think he doesn't know that? You heard the man. There's no court.

We continue on to Wilmington.

Wilmington? That's 200 miles!

Why not Cross Creek?

Because his aunt lives near Cross Creek, you idiot.

Justice there is a friend of hers.

We'd never get a fair trial there.

Tomorrow we ride for Wilmington. That's that.

Don't worry, Mr. Fraser.

Salisbury might not have a court.

But I made sure the whole town knew your wife was guilty.

Word is spreading' like wildfire now.

Ian!

They've taken them.

Lizzie?

What happened?

Brown's losing control of his men.

They expected to hang us, loot our home.

Not this.

And they're as tired as we are.

None as tired as Tom.

What do you suppose his purpose is in all of this?

Is he really protecting us only to see me hanged?

Here they are, friends!

Here's the depraved murderers you've heard tell of,

caught by your Committee of Safety.

Hang 'em!

- There she is. Witch. - That's right.

Rest assured, the end of this journey is the end of a rope.

Murderers and sinners are our stock in trade, good people.

He plays the snake oil salesman well enough.

Murderer!

Claire!

Stop this, all of you!

This isn't justice!

Stop it now!

Mr. Brown, get hold of your men!

Cease, all of you!

Stand down!

Christ.

Are you hurt?

Calm yourselves.

Ride out!

Whoa.

We there yet?

Jemmy is the one who is supposed to say that.

It is amazing. A day's drive in our time is weeks here.

Have a look under the kettle in the back.

Fergus sent it to me.

The New Bern Union.

Look again.

"The New Bern Onion?"

Wait, is this...

Fergus's maiden effort.

What? That's great. Wait, but why "Onion?"

He explains that in his Remarks by the Proprietor.

It's to do with onions having layers, complexity, and the...

"Pungency and savor of the reasoned discourse

always to be exercised herein."

- Very French of him. - Uh.

And there's a Poet's Corner.

Fergus couldn't have done it, he has no ear for rhyme at all.

Was it Marsali, do you think?

On the Act Against Retailing Spirituous Liquors.

- I wanna talk to baby. - Could be.

Hi, baby. I love you a lot.

Is your head itchy, honey?

Here. Let me have a look.

He has lice.

How'd he get lice?

It was going around the fisherfolk's village about a week ago.

And Jem plays with Aidan and Rabbie.

- Looks like you got them too, mister. - Hm.

We're gonna have to cut your hair.

Like Grandma?

Ha. Yeah, even more than grandma.

Well, lucky for you, kiddo, I brought my kit.

Push, push!

Giddyup.

Barber, barber, shave a pig!

How many hairs to make a wig?

Lots.

And he had such beautiful hair.

It'll grow back.

All right, Done. Clean-up on aisle five.

- What's that? - Hm?

It's just a mole, right?

Ah, it's nothing.

It's only a nevus. They're not dangerous.

Where did it come from? He wasn't born with it.

They don't develop until you're two or three years old, or older.

A doctor told me once.

I've had one just like it ever since I was a kid.

Just here.

They're hereditary.

Roger.

They're hereditary.

I do believe I've picked up a few lice myself.

Like father, like son, eh.

Hey, give me a hand, will you?

When ye go to hit someone, Sassenach,

you wanna do it in the soft parts.

There're too many bones in faces,

and then there's the teeth to be thinking of.

Ow.

Thanks for your advice.

How many times have you broken your hand hitting someone?

Your hand is not broken, mo nighean.

How do you know? I'm the doctor here.

If it were, ye'd be white and puking, not red-faced and crabbit.

Oh, crabbit, my arse!

Fine, I'm crabby.

- We were just bloody stoned. - Aye.

The sight of ye, Sassenach,

pounding on that wee lad in a fit of fury,

the look of blood in yer eye.

I'll treasure it.

I'm glad I amuse you.

What is this place anyway?

'Tis a meat camp.

Hunters from the lowlands will dress, store their game hereabouts

before returning back to their homes.

I daresay, Brown regrets

spreading gossip and hatred about us.

He may want to see us stoned to death,

but I dinna think he intended on being caught in the middle of it.

Here, let me have a look.

How much further to Wilmington?

Ten days. Maybe less.

Why? Ye got somewhere to be?

Sleep now, nighean donn.

Have a piss then.

I don't suppose you'll run without your wife.

I'll give you a moment.

Christ.

Your guardian angel, more like.

We'll need a host of them, lad.

I'm not alone. Say the word, and we'll come out.

No, not yet. But stay close.

The Ridge. All is well?

Idle talk. Rumors.

Aye, there would be.

I heard about the stoning.

Aye.

Brown's been spreading the story as we go.

You wouldna countenance some of the things I've heard,

following in your tracks.

There's cover in the nearby hills. We could be safe, hidden, by dawn.

Yeah, it wouldna do.

With folks roused against us, they'd do Brown's work for him.

To run would be an admission of guilt.

Fugitives, with a price on our heads.

I'll bide, and watch.

God go with ye, lad.

And with you, Uncle.

What's going on?

Brown went away in the early hours. Came back with a friend.

Well, who is he?

I dinna ken.

Ezra! Halt! Halt!

Dead as a doornail.

He's a friend. I know his family.

I should take him home, see him buried.

Let the dead bury the dead.

Tie him across his horse.

We ride on!

Get out. Get yourselves a drink.

You stay there.

Won't be long.

Hurry up.

Jamie! No! Get off me! Jamie!

Claire!

No! Jamie!

Claire!

No!

Let go of me!

Halt.

What are you doing? Where are you taking Jamie?

That's none of your concern.

You bastard! You petty bastard!

I know you think I'm doing this because of what happened to my brother,

but I'm not.

My brother was a lout.

What he and them other men did to you

was cruel and unforgivable.

But you committed murder, Mistress Fraser.

An innocent young girl and her unborn child.

I need no other cause.

Then again, he was my brother.

Tom! Tom! You have to go back! They are going to kill him!

What's the meaning of this?

You swore not to hurt them on my account.

I'm not hurting no one.

Mr. Fraser is merely being...

merely being sent home.

A word with you, sir.

They will not kill nor harm him.

Mr. Brown's word of honor, he says.

And you believe him?

No. You have to go back.

I have sworn to protect you, Mistress Fraser.

I know your husband. He can look after himself.

Mr. Christie...

To go back would mean letting you out of my sight.

And that, I cannot do.

Ride on!

He was right, of course.

Without Tom, I was as good as dead.

As it was, the journey to Wilmington

passed in a blur of fear and discomfort.

My one small hope was this.

If news of my arrest had reached Wilmington ahead of me,

then maybe it would reach Roger and Brianna in Edenton as well.

While I wondered what was to happen to me,

my constant thought was for Jamie.

Tom Christie was plainly my only hope of learning anything,

but he avoided my eyes and kept his distance,

and I found that as alarming as anything else.

He was clearly troubled.

I was terribly afraid that he knew or suspected that Jamie was dead,

but would not admit it, either to me or to himself.

Your accommodations, Mistress Fraser.

You missed supper.

There's always tomorrow.

Sheriff, a word with you.

Here. For your maintenance.

- Tom... - Believe me,

your husband is alive.

I would not have his death on my conscience, nor yours.

- But where is... - Trust in God.

He will deliver the righteous out of danger.

You think I'm righteous?

I will not leave town, Mistress Fraser.

You may trust that, too.

I'll see you at the gallows, Mistress Fraser.

Where's my wife?

What have you done with her?

I ain't done nothing, Mr. Fraser.

Though what Mr. Brown may have done,

well, it's not my place to say.

All the trouble that bitch put us through,

and killing my friend, Ezra,

I hope she dies.

You're going aboard that ship.

And then, that ship is taking you on to Scotland, where you belong.

We depart for Edinburgh within the hour.

You'll never see your witch of a wife again.

I trust you have my money, Mr. Oakes.

Mr. Brown has suggested...

I wouldn't do that, friend.

Don't. He kens where Claire is.

So do we, Uncle.

No.

Told you I would fight with you, Bear Killer.

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