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[Claire] Previously...

There'll be a battle
in about a year's time

at a place called Kings Mountain

and that James Fraser
dies in it.

[William]
I found Ben.

He claims it was at your behest
that he feigned his death.

[Lord John] You've been
concealing the truth.

I felt I had to.
Can you blame me?

You were protecting
yourself and Trevor.

Whatever feelings you have
beyond what is familial duty

would be improper.

I have had carnal knowledge
of your wife.

[Lord John]
Percival Beauchamp,

although his name
isn't Beauchamp.

Perseverance Wainwright.

He's an unscrupulous bastard,
loyal to no one but himself.

[Claire] Beauchamp is right
about one thing.

Richardson is a spy.

He wanted influence over Hal,
and he asked me to spy on you.

So you've found
Captain Richardson?

I have indeed.

Where is
the black-hearted scoundrel?

- You needn't look far.
- [grunts]

[tense music plays]

[water rushing]

♪ ♪

[groans]

♪ ♪

[chains clinking]

Where in God's name am I?

And what am I doing here?

First, I'd like to apologize.

I have no personal animus
against you.

If I could have managed this
without involving you,

I would have done so.

And what of your personal
animus against my son?

Or have you forgotten
your involvement of him

in this political farce
of yours?

I'm sorry about that as well.

Oh, God damn it,
you insufferable fool.

What is it that you want?

Are you familiar with a man
named Neil Stapleton?

I might have heard the name.

But if so, it's been some time.

Well, perhaps
I should have inquired

as to whether you knew him
in the carnal sense.

♪ ♪

I believe you'll find that to be

an accurate account
of acts which occurred

between the two of you.

He didn't write this
of his own free will.

No sane man would.

What did you do to him?

Bribery? Torture?

Is he still alive?

[scoffs]
Do you care?

[sighs]

Of course you do.

If he were dead,

you could claim
this document was a forgery.

But Mr. Stapleton is,
in fact, still alive.

However, he is in London.

Fortunately,
I have additional testimony...

nearer to hand.

Sorry, John.

I'm not brave.

You've always been so,
but I never have.

♪ ♪

So you forced a confession
out of him as well?

Unnatural acts.

And what does it say here?

Incest.

Is that right?

[chuckles]

Dear me, Lord John.
Dear me.

[sighs]

You've gone to rather
a lot of trouble for nothing,

Mr. Richardson.

I do not give a fig what you do
with those documents.

A gentleman does not
submit to blackmail.

Oh, funny.

Almost all of them do.

Then you'll be so good
as to explain yourself at once!

I have a list of persons
whose actions will lead

to a particular outcome
in this war.

Your brother,
the Duke of Pardloe,

is one of them.

What on Earth
are you talking about?

He intends to give a speech
to the House of Lords

recommending the withdrawal
of funds for the war.

Should that happen,

the British government will
lose both the war

and the American colonies.

That cannot be allowed.

And-and if I am to accept
this wild assertion of yours,

what do you expect me
to do about it?

Persuade him
not to make that speech.

I require him to give
a different one instead,

one which keeps
the war funds going.

I believe your life and honor

are the only things
that will ensure his doing so.

[scoffing]
If you think that,

then plainly,
you do not know my brother.

And what if he declines?

Then the scandal will
thoroughly discredit him

and everything he says.

And you'll be hanged for sodomy.

Either way, I get what I want.

You ignoble bastard.

You'll remain here as my guest

while copies of these statements

are sent to your brother.

What happens to you after that

will depend upon His Grace.

[lock rattles]

♪ ♪

[metal clinking]

[chatter and laughter]

[muffled indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

[chatter continues]

♪ ♪

[insects chirring]

[door rattles and creaks]

[door closes]

Take it you're not here
to liberate me.

I would if I could, John.

Please believe me.

What, then?

A sentimental goodbye
from the foot of the gallows?

Richardson has sent me
to try and persuade you.

Will you not do
as he asks, John?

Convince Hal
not to give that speech.

He'd listen to you.

I don't want you to die.

Well, I share that opinion,
but no, I won't do it.

I want to say two things to you.

First...

I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

And I believe that,
for what it's worth.

- And the second?
- Is, I love you.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

I had hoped
you'd come say goodbye.

Richardson won't allow me
to write to anyone.

Any last words, I mean.

If you can,
I need you to go to my house.

Of course I will.

If you meant what you just said,

for the sake of any love
that you've ever had for me,

go and find my son

and tell him that I love him.

Please.

♪ ♪

Give him this.

He's my son.
It should be his.

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

[door clicks]

[knock at door]

[door slams and lock clicks]

Goodbye, Perseverance.

Live up to your name.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

[Claire] I once believed
time could be reshaped

by sheer force of will,

like water
wearing away at stone.

But with Jamie's fate
seemingly carved

into history's bedrock,

I found myself searching
for any crack,

any fissure through
which hope might seep.

[birds calling]

[Amaranthus]
Thank goodness you're here.

I wasn't sure
if you'd received my message.

It's been seven weeks.

Has there been
any word from him?

None. I've been in a state.

Are you sure he didn't have
a journey planned?

His horse is stabled.

All his belongings
are in the house.

Did ye inquire
at British Headquarters?

Yes.
They know nothing.

Has my Uncle Hal arrived?

Not yet.

There was a letter
that he'd been delayed.

He's likely still on business
for Parliament,

assessing the war effort.

However, uh, this package came
for him a few days ago.

The-the man who brought it,
an odd fellow,

seemed quite melancholy,

said it was
for the Duke of Pardloe.

He asked after you too, William.

Said he had a message for you.

What was the message?

I pressed him to tell me,

but he wouldn't say
or give me his name.

Said he had to relay it
to you in person.

Then he just left.

- [child crying]
- Oh, that's Trevor.

Will you excuse me?

Well, open it, lad.

"Your Grace, I am informed
that after your time here,

"you are to return to England,
where you will address

"the House of Lords
in regards to the American War.

"I've taken the liberty
of appending

"a direction
that this address might take

"in terms of support of the war.

"Should you choose
not to heed the suggestion,

"be apprised that copies
of the accompanying documents

"will be forwarded
to all London newspapers,

as well as to each member
of Parliament."

Son of a bitch.

This is about
my-my father's... proclivities.

Apparently, it's about
to become public knowledge.

Not if we get to John first.

He's clearly still alive.

Whoever has him
intends to keep him

until the Duke returns.

We need to find and burn
all copies of these letters.

Look at the signature.

[Jamie] P. Wainwright.

Is that our friend Percy,
do ye think?

[Claire] Hmm.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[knock at door]

- You!
- [Percy] William.

Where is he?

Where is my father?

- I don't know.
- You're lying.

I saw that statement
you delivered for my uncle.

[grunting]

Speak!

He'll kill me if he finds out
I've told you anything.

He's a madman.

Who?

[groans]

Who?

His name is Richardson.
Ezekiel Richardson.

Richardson.

I'll kill him after I kill you.

I swear.
I didn't want to be involved.

It was a mistake.

I was meant
to wait for the Duke to arrive

before delivering that package.

Then tell us where
Richardson is holding him.

I don't know.

I was blindfolded
when they took us there

and again when they brought me
back to town.

We traveled by boat.

Uh, it took quite a while,
perhaps a few hours.

[breathing heavily]

And the place we went to itself
was a boathouse.

That could be any
of the estuaries hereabouts.

I would never have left John.

But I could do him no good.

And I thought-
well, he told me, in fact.

He-he told me to go
and to find you.

He wanted me to give you this.

I've never once seen it
off his hand.

May I?

There's something
scratched on the inside.

Pharos.

It's Greek.

Lighthouse.

Did that have some special
significance for your father?

Not that I know of.

I've never heard him
speak of a lighthouse.

[Jamie] Nor me.

Then it must be that he's being
kept near a lighthouse.

[Jamie]
Do you ken of any nearby?

There's one on Tybee Island.

Richardson is insane.

He's a turncoat
who joined the Continentals.

But now he says
he wants the British to win.

Your father is alive.

Get your uncle, the Duke,
to do as Richardson says.

If we don't find my father,
or if we do and he's dead,

there will be
nowhere safe for you.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

There's a boathouse up ahead.

Is anyone about?

[Claire] I see someone.

[William] May I look?

That's Richardson.

Bastard is going fishing.

[Claire] He seems to be alone.

He'll likely be awhile, then.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

I've had enough of you.

Ooh, you'll be laughing
from the other side of your face

if you carry on like that.

♪ ♪

Bloody fool.

Fuck.

♪ ♪

Ye look good with a beard, John.

You're no oil painting yourself.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[pistol clicks]

[Claire]
Looks like they're biting.

Mrs. Fraser, what-

what are you doing here?

Yes, it is Mrs. Fraser now.

The circumstances
being what they are,

I'm here on behalf
of my former husband

rather than my current one.

And you expect me to believe
you've come alone?

No, not at all.

[door creaks]

What are we planning to do
with this waste of humanity?

We'll deliver him
to a court-martial.

He's a traitor to both sides.

They'll draw lots
to see who gets him.

I suppose we will see

who appears
in the broadsheets now.

John.

Were there any other guards?

There may have been.

I only saw two,
but it was difficult

to discern the voices.

Now you and William
search outside.

I'll retrieve the boat.

[Captain Richardson]
How did you find me?

Percy Beauchamp.

[Captain Richardson scoffs]

That debauched little snitch.

[scoffs]

You've no idea what you've done,

what you're unleashing
by stopping me.

What are you even trying to do?

Last I saw you,

you were on the side of America,

side of freedom.

So what's changed?

I fear an American victory
may do little

for the cause of freedom.

So many in America
may not be free,

not for years to come.

How do you feel about slavery,
Mrs. Fraser?

I abhor it

on both philosophical

and compassionate grounds,
of course.

Why?

Did you think I'd declare
myself in favor of it?

[Captain Richardson chuckles]

You might have,
but I'm glad you didn't.

I don't expect you
or anyone else to understand,

but it's something
I care deeply about.

You see,
my great-great-grandmother

was a slave.

Her name was Abilene Meadows.

She bore a child
with the man who owned her.

I see.

There's an abolitionist
movement in England.

Do you know about it?

I've heard of it.

If it takes root,

the King will sign
an act of abolition

which outlaws slavery

and frees Britain's slaves
in their colonies,

over 800,000 of them.

But that's not nearly
the number in America

who may not be free,

not for 85 more years,

who continue to be enslaved
and suffer and die.

It's the Revolution
which allows slavery

to flourish here unchecked

and then leads
to another bloody war...

The Civil War.

W-what did you say, madam?

You're talking about

the North and South.

Sherman's March.
Gettysburg.

Abraham Lincoln.

♪ ♪

You're a time traveler.

♪ ♪

1945

and 1968.

First time was an accident.

Second wasn't.

[laughs]

1968?

This can't be a coincidence.

You're here to help me.

You must be.

I can assure you, I'm not.

But surely you understand
what I'm trying to do.

Racism, segregation,
the Jim Crow laws,

the-the reverberations
of slavery,

it could all go away.

How?

[Captain Richardson]
It-It's actually quite simple.

If the Patriots don't win,

then the American colonies
remain under British law.

Their existing slaves
will all go free.

The Civil War won't happen,
can't happen.

That alone will save the lives
of over 600,000 soldiers

killed on the battlefield.

That seems simple to you?

I have pinpointed
several persons

whose actions will affect
the trajectory of this war.

But Harold Grey is the key.

If I don't stop him,
after a brief stay here,

he'll return to England
and give a speech

to the House of Lords insisting
that the expense will be

disproportionate to any benefit

in retaining Britain's colonies.

Lord North will abandon the war,

Britain will lose, and slavery
will continue here unabated.

But if Harold Grey is key,

then why not just kill him?

I don't need him dead.

I need him
to reverse his position.

If I kill him,

someone else will give
the speech he intends to give.

I need him to deliver
a different speech,

one that convinces Britain
to stay in the war and win.

Lord John Grey is my leverage.

You can't win a war
that has already been lost.

I understand your urge

to try and change
the course of history.

I- I...

I admire it.

The past leaves
a lot to be desired.

[somber music plays]

But it won't work.

Christ.
[chuckles]

You've tried, haven't you?

Yes.

When? What war?

Culloden.

The one that ended
the Highland clans

and destroyed their way of life,

the one that saw 1,300 souls die

in under an hour.

We tried to stop it,
my husband and I.

Just because you failed,
it doesn't mean...

Alamance.

[Captain Richardson]
You tried twice?

No matter what side we fight on,

no matter how hard we fight,

what has happened before
always happens again.

So you've stopped trying,
have you?

You've given up trying
to change history?

You haven't, have you?

I can see it in your face.

I try to change my own history.

But changing your history
can change everyone's.

Don't tell me
you haven't ruined lives,

taken lives, even.

You're right.

I have.

But I have also saved lives.

You know, maybe I'm not here
to change history,

but maybe I'm here
to be a part of history.

You know, when I first touched
those stones,

it wasn't a choice.

I didn't try to come here,
but I did.

And I don't know if it was-
if it was fate

or destiny or God.

But what I do know is that
I'm supposed to be here,

is that I am meant to be here.

This is my time.

Well, I believe
I'm meant to be here too.

I'm meant to be doing
what I'm doing.

What if it's the universe

correcting a mistake,
righting a wrong?

But who are we to say?

What is this ability we have for

except to try and make
the world a better place?

Let me go.

Let me do what I believe
is my part in history.

♪ ♪

Give me your word.

Give me your word

that you won't harm anyone
again,

and I'll let you go try.

I give you my word.

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

You won't regret this.

♪ ♪

[door creaks]

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

♪ ♪

[Lord John]
That was for William.

If I had another shot,
I'd put one in you for me

and another for Hal too.

[Claire] For a moment,
I'd seen in Richardson's eyes

what I'd carried in my heart,
the desperate hope

that somehow I could write
a new chapter

in Jamie's story.

But as the life ebbed
from his body,

my foolish dream died with him,

reaffirming that history writes itself.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

Thank you, both of you,

for saving my life
and my reputation.

For the sake of our history,

I couldna let ye die
at the hands of that bastard.

And I have decided,

to forgive you
for what happened.

We need never speak of it again.

What did you just say?

You forgive me?

Aye.

Be assured
that while I thank you, sir,

for today's good deed,
I do not forgive you.

I do not forgive
your pigheaded treatment of me

for the past two years!

[door slams]

Pride goeth before the fall.

Dinna quote
the Bible at me, Claire.

[Claire] No?

Then look at me.

Tell me you don't love that man,

and I'll never say
his name again.

Damn it, woman.

[Jamie] Ye ken
it's a Fraser family trait

to be as stubborn as a mule.

My grandsire was said
to have never

apologized once in his life.

[Lord John] The one beheaded
at Tower Hill?

Aye.

Perhaps he should have tried
being a bit more conciliatory.

When you lay wi' Claire,

you said
you were both fucking me,

that it was me
you were reachin' for.

That felt like a betrayal
of our friendship.

What happened with Claire,
that was-

that was born out of grief.

Then I said what I said,
trying to explain something

that was impossible to explain.

I never meant to hurt you,
Jamie, but you,

you nearly beat me
to death for it,

and might have if those
soldiers hadn't come along.

And if you're not able
to forgive me

after everything I've done
for this friendship,

then perhaps
there is no friendship.

I have wronged ye, John.

[soft music plays]

And...

I am sorry.

My pride...

kept me from seeing clearly.

Ye've done more for me
than I can ever repay.

♪ ♪

When you and William
embraced at the boathouse,

I saw the love between ye.

I had the making of him
until he was six,

but I ken well
who shaped him after that.

♪ ♪

You made him the man he is.

And I ken well what ye had
to sacrifice to do it.

I have sacrificed many things.

But raising William
was never one of them.

He's the greatest gift
of my life.

And I thank you for him.

No.

No, thank you, John.

But, uh...

you deserve better.

What more can I do?
Tell me.

♪ ♪

My honor must be restored.

You owe me that.

Aye.
Ye owe me a beating.

When last we played,
you thrashed me soundly.

I would like
to claim my revenge.

Shall we?

♪ ♪

Enjoying the quiet?

Your fathers are having
a much needed conversation.

[sighs]
I'll never get used to that.

[chuckles]

You don't even realize how much
you are like both of them.

Did you know
that Brianna had two fathers?

She told me.

Her husband, he had two fathers.

Swiftest of Lizards,
Young Ian's son,

he has two fathers.

And I, technically,
had two fathers.

I only knew
my real father, Henry,

until I was five years old.

And I hardly remember him.

But his brother,
Uncle Lam, raised me.

So many people in your life now

were raised by a village.

And if I do say so myself,
we're doing just fine.

It's still strange.

I feel like I've been caught
between them,

like I'm a rope in a tug-of-war.

They both just want
what's best for you,

which means
they will fight for you

with everything they have.

But how can I love both of them
without betraying the other?

William,

love isn't a betrayal.

It's a gift.

You love them for who they are,

just as they love you
for who you are.

But who am I really?

Fraser? Grey?

You're their son.

That's all you have to be.

[gentle music plays]

♪ ♪

I'm happy I was able
to meet James Fraser.

He's an impressive man.

He is.

So you've forgiven him
and your father, I suppose,

for keeping the truth from you?

I've learned that forgiveness
is seldom a single act.

You have to keep doing it.

Do you think that perhaps,

maybe with time,

you can forgive me?

I understand why you did it.

You had to protect Trevor.

A few months ago,
everything seemed clear,

black and white.

Now I see the shades of gray.

Does this mean that you might
reconsider our future?

I'm afraid
there's no future for us.

But you protected me,
even after I lied to you.

You must love me, William.

You wouldn't want me
to lie to you, would you?

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

I wish you well.

And I hope you find love
and happiness.

♪ ♪

[chirping]

♪ ♪

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[Claire]
We returned to the Ridge

after Jamie reconciled
with Lord John and William.

But even as we brought in
the harvest,

I couldn't stop myself
from counting the days

we had remaining.

What history had written
about Jamie's fate

at Kings Mountain haunted me.

But at little Davy's
first defiant cry,

I was reminded
that Jamie and I had been

rebelling against time itself
from the very beginning.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

[footsteps approaching]

How's my newest grandson?

[chuckles]
He's grand.

Oh, I'm so glad you and Mama
got back in time for the birth.

I was terrified of going
through it without her

and you.

'Twas an honor welcoming
David William Ian

Fraser MacKenzie into the world.

[Brianna chuckles]

What is it?

[Jamie] Ye ken I fight
at Kings Mountain.

Something Frank wrote
in his book.

You're not coming back, are you?

He says I will be killed there.

Well, if-

if that's what it says,

just don't go to Kings Mountain.

I have to, mo nighean.

No, you don't.

Not only to protect our home,
our lands,

though that alone
would be worth it.

But if Frank is right,
then this battle could be

the one to end the war
in the backcountry.

If we win, and he says we will,
then we need no longer fear.

No longer fear?

What I fear is losing you,

is Jem and Mandy and Davy
growing up

without their grandfather

and losing all of those years
that I lost with you.

Da, I-I finally have you
in my life, and I-

I can't imagine it without you.

Please, please don't go.

[somber music plays]

Maybe Daddy wrote this for you
so you'd stay home

if you knew what would happen.

Aye.

Aye, the man had
no cause to love me.

But he loved you.

And he knew one thing about me,
same thing I kent about him-

that we would protect you
with our lives.

But I know the only way
to truly protect you

and everyone I love...

is to fight.

♪ ♪

John.

Didn't expect to see you...

Alive?

You can't be serious.

I've never been more serious
in my life.

You betrayed us, Percy.

You betrayed me.

For that, you must answer.

Please, John.

You know I had no choice.

He threatened to kill me.

And yet here you are,
alive and well.

Richardson, however, is not.

I didn't mean for it
to come to this.

You must believe me.

There is another option.

You sign this affidavit
confessing to the scheme

to malign my character,
extortion,

and kidnapping.

You will let the law
decide your fate.

But Richardson is dead.

There's no threat to you now.

I can't take that chance.

There very well could be
copies that exist.

If the confessions do resurface,

the affidavit will render them
null and void.

And if I refuse?

It will be your signature
on that paper or your blood.

Either way, you will pay
for your treachery.

What will happen if I sign this?

I will give it
to the authorities.

Someone will come for you,
and you will be arraigned.

Your crimes will be laid bare

and justice will be served.

You will live, likely in prison,

until your death.

[crying softly]

I never wanted to hurt you.

Make your choice.

[sobbing softly]

Will you ever forgive me, John?

[sobbing]

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

[body thuds]

♪ ♪

May God have mercy on your soul.

♪ ♪

[footsteps approaching]

What're ye doin' hidin' up here
in the middle of the day?

Looking for some peace.

[grunts]

Doesna look as though
ye're writin'

in your medical journal.

No monstrous drawings
or pictures of wee beasties.

No.

- What are ye doin'?
- [chuckles]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

"People disappear all the time.

"Young girls run away from home.

"Children stray
from their parents

"and are never seen again.

"Most are found, eventually.

"Disappearances, after all,

"have explanations.

Usually."

It's a hell of a beginnin'.

Mm.

You're writing your story?

No.

I'm writing our story.

♪ ♪

[Cleveland]
Fraser!

[hooves thumping]

Fraser!

Fraser!

The time has come, Fraser.

Ferguson's on the march
into North Carolina.

Gather your men,
all you can get.

We muster with the rest
of the Overmountain men

at Sycamore Shoals
in two days' time.

You owe me, Fraser.

You said so yourself.

[Claire]
Cleveland's words echoed

like a death knell
across the Ridge.

The battle I'd so dreaded
now cast its shadow before us.

And though I had
conquered time itself,

I stood powerless
as it marched my beloved

towards a fate
I could not change.