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Previously... Ben's not dead. That's why
his body is not in his grave. There is

something amiss here. I am not the 9th
Earl of Ellesmere. I've found myself

wishing I could renounce the damn title
altogether.

Well, you could marry me and give it to
our firstborn. Are you Denzel Hunter?

Your neighbor said you were a physician.

I am. Mrs. William Ransom has been
injured.

Rachel! This man needs our urgent
assistance.

My wife is in necessity.

I promised I'd return.

I can find a safe place for you to wait
out the battle, unless you want to

fight. I'm Aaron Whitaker.

Allow my wife to help yours.

May I introduce to you William Buckley
Mackenzie.

Levitation procedure.

That is yours.

A man being called by God is one thing.
A man who thinks he cannot die is quite

another. You are a man. Arm it up right
under your nose. I'm too happy to make

an example out of it. Well, I'm not.

Rodia. Anything you'd like to tell the
bees?

They didn't have much to offer me when I
told them that everyone had left us.

Again.

Well, know everyone.

You promised to fight with me at King's
Mountain.

You told him about it.

He's one of you, Cleo.

I see the purpose in keeping it from
him.

You're right.

He's been it more times than anyone.

Did you tell him that we killed his
father?

No.

Nor do I tell him you killed his mother.

Good.

Let's keep that to ourselves, shall we?

Mouser!

Ah, fine.

Thank you.

Go to the house, children.

To Beth.

And then again.

Go now.

Go.

Something's wrong.

He was watching the house. You can't
have... I... I... I do.

Don't think he's here to harm us, are
you, Mr. Whitaker?

No, sir.

I'm not.

Well, you're lurking about in the woods.

You know a man named Cunningham?

Mr. Fraser?

The captain?

Aye.

He's coming for you.

Sing me a song of a last that is gone.

Say, could that last be I?

Mary of soul, she sailed on a day

over the sea to sky.

Me and some of my men were out hunting
the Cherokee.

While we was hunting, some white men
hailed us and started talking to the

Cherokee about joining a loyalist
militia this Captain Cunningham's

together. And one of them let it be
known that this Cunningham would soon be

charge of Fraser's Ridge.

Go on.

They camped the night with us.

My men and I, we daren't sleep.

So?

I listened.

They said there's a redcoat officer
named Ferguson.

Been raising loyalist militias.

Arresting rebels.

I know about him.

Well, Cunningham means to attack you and
take you to him.

So he can hang you for show.

What? He said in a few days.

Cunningham's waiting on a fellow named
Partland, who's come from the settlement

in 96 with a militia of his own to help
him.

He means to overpower you.

You've done me a service, Mr. Batigal.

I remember it.

The way I see it, I owe you for what
your wife did for my family.

But if they find out, I warned you. They
won't find out.

And you don't know me.

But I'm grateful just for you.

Am I interrupting?

No.

Come on.

How does it look?

It looks very lovely.

It's just only the French ships.

I know.

But Lord John, that battle appears
imminent, and without me knowing exactly

where my husband is...

I really think I must feed him.

That's fine, Lady Greg. We can resume
this afternoon.

She is lovely, isn't she?

Yes.

I suppose she is.

Sit down.

Keep me company.

You know, you don't have to do this.

Everyone will understand if you put it
off until your husband returns.

Honestly, it's helping me keep my mind
off of it.

Can I ask you something?

It's about Jamie, so you can say no.

Were you able to spend any time with
him?

After you met?

There is no occasion for that.

Not true.

There was one occasion when he helped me
look for someone.

Was that Jane?

Fanny told me about her.

I understand she meant a great deal to
you.

She did.

More than I ever told her.

So, yes, to answer your question, your
father helped me and I was grateful.

If that was the end of it.

I do know how you feel.

I didn't know he was my father until I
was 19.

And I didn't meet him until a few years
after that.

I already had a father I loved.

Idolized, really.

Though by then he had died, which...
made it worse, somehow.

I don't know.

Everyone had lied to me all my life,
including my mother.

And I just lost sense of who I was.

I was so angry at her that I told her
she was the one who should have died.

Sound familiar?

How did you overcome it?

I got to know our father.

That bloody snake.

Aye.

That he is.

He won't attack me here when I have the
advantage.

He's canny.

He'll have heard how it went with
Richard Brown.

He'll wait for me to be somewhere where
he has the upper hand.

So they're the trading post, then?

Too crowded.

Well, he won't worry about keeping it
quiet.

It'll be large.

It's the perfect place for a surprise
attack.

Why?

I will not be armed. No one will.

It's not allowed.

He'll be armed.

He won't care about what's allowed.

Aye, he will care.

Cunningham's a mason of the 25th degree.

Takes his oath seriously.

No.

If you want to start a fight inside,
it'll be after.

That's what I would do if I were him.

So then don't go to Lodge.

Aye. Why not kill him now?

He doesn't care.

You've been warned, and that gives you
the advantage.

Right to care who else is with him.

Not just loyalists.

Who among my tenants would attack me on
my own land?

I have to go.

I was planning I can handle Cunningham,
but the problem is the militia coming

from 96.

I have to cut it off.

What about your militia?

The men you signed?

or they're untrained, unorganized,
spread across the county.

No.

There's only one way I can see to stop
it.

I have to make a deal.

With the devil.

Deliver it in person, Josiah.

Aye. I'll ride all night.

Dearest Reeve, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be here, but I have the
strongest feeling that here is where

I'm supposed to be.

It wasn't quite whom shall I send, but
something close.

And so was my answer.

That's Isaiah, if you don't know.

Chapter 6, verse 8.

Here I am, and me.

I heard that call too.

How can I sit idly by watching men much
younger than myself prepare for a battle

I know they will lose?

I think my father must have heard the
same call when he joined the RAF.

I wonder if he was as scared as I am.

God willing, I'll see you soon.

God willing, I'll see Jemmy and Mandy
too.

I love you all. For now and always, I am
your husband, Roger.

Tell me what you want me to do, whatever
that is.

In the name of Christ, your son, let me
live through it.

Because if you don't, you'll have my
wife to answer to.

It's going to be alright.

Look, I'm scared too, see?

But just remember, God is with us.

Do you reply?

That isn't the ship.

No, it isn't.

I'm afraid the battle has begun.

They're attacking from the south,
through the marshes.

Which is not something I personally
would do, but styles of command vary.

The only road into town is closed.

If your husband hasn't returned by now,
it may be a while.

What was it that took him out of town?

It was, uh... He was

at the Continental Camp.

Why in God's name?

He's a minister. He was ministering to
some of the men.

And he'll be kept well back from the
front lines.

He'll be safe.

You know as well as I do that being kept
away from the front lines doesn't keep

anyone safe.

Oh, God.

God, I hate this.

Where is Lord John?

At headquarters, trying to remember what
a lieutenant colonel is supposed to do.

He's been retired for so long.

He wanted you to have this.

He's quite certain the rebels will not
breach the city.

But if they should, and only if, we
ought to hang that in a window so they

you're on their side.

He'll deny all knowledge of your radical
affiliations, of course.

I don't worry.

I love her.

I've always did this.

Long before she knew.

Tell her.

Please, tell her.

I'll tell her.

What's your name?

Winslow.

Private Winslow Cobb.

You're not alone, Winslow.

Can you hear me?

You're not alone.

God is with you.

And I'm with you too.

I won't leave you.

I'm here to help. I'm here to help.

Doctor.

I need a doctor.

Down there.

Bring him here.

Lay him down.

He's been shot through the neck, I
think.

Can they hear me?

Can they breathe?

Don't worry.

I'm going to help you.

He can't die, Doctor.

I told him that it was going to be all
right.

I told him God was with us.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

Yes, of course.

Lord God, we feel my friend.

He's still breathing.

Thankfully, it was the trachea and major
arteries.

I've sent Jemmy and Mandy over to
Lizzie.

Connie, I wanted to harm you and the
Bams.

It's only me he wants.

Well, I know where the guns are, just in
case.

I don't want to scare him, Claire.

Tonight, I need the devil on my side.

No word from Josiah, then?

No.

Don't go.

I have to go, Claire.

But if I... We have a plan.

Plans fail.

That's why they call them plans.

Even a saying.

Written by a Scot, no less.

The best laid schemes are mice and men
going after clay.

There's a play about it in my time.

And things go very aglay.

Cunningham doesn't want me dead.

Only captured.

He doesn't again, I know.

My archmere men will be with me at
lunch.

I have Buck and Casey watching for the
militia from 96.

But if Josiah should fail and the
militia comes then... Then what?

Then I will fight.

Clear.

Tooth and nail.

And every man with me.

You won't be today, will you?

And I'm gonna lie to you.

I think it will be an evil night.

Worshipful Master.

May we begin?

Let us invoke the assistance of the
great architect of the universe in all

undertakings.

May our labors thus begun in order be
conducted in peace and closed in

So be it.

I declare this lodge duly open for the
purposes of Freemasonry. Is there any

business?

Aye.

Brother Crombie.

My nearest neighbor, Senga Argyle, is a
recent widow and none too spry.

She does not have kin, and as an elderly
woman, lacks the means to maintain her

land.

The poor woman kind of cares for her
late husband's stock, and I can only

her so much help, busy as I am with the
trading post.

I kind of neglect the business for hours
on end.

The rich would come to a standstill.

So... If there be any man lives east of
the Mill Road who could see his way to

helping me, it would be helping her.

That'll be me, Brother Crombie.

I live near enough.

Anyone else?

Aye.

I've no dispute with my neighbour, John
Coyne.

He's using my well, taking my water.

I'd like someone to talk to him with me.

I'll go with you, Brother McClure.

You're his friend.

That's just as well, but I want someone
on my behalf then, too.

I'll go.

If it's agreeable with you, Worshipful
Master.

Aye.

Tomorrow noon, shall we say, I have no
other plans.

I had to come. I know.

You know?

We know everything.

Jamie knows the captain doesn't mean him
immediate harm.

He won't kill your son.

Unless he has to.

Let me offer you the same assurance.

Nothing left for us to do now, is there?

Actually, I thought we might pray.

Do you know any prayers suitable to the
occasion?

Is there anything else before we start
the beer?

Yes.

I'd like to say a few words, if I may.

About loyalty.

I shared with you before about my son.
He was loyal.

To me as a father and as a commander.

To his grandmother, who helped me raise
him.

And to his king and country, most
especially.

He was loyal unto death.

As we all must be.

For it is not loyalty.

What brings this to mind, Brother
Cunningham?

The war is heavy on my heart, I'll
admit.

And I know we're not to speak of
politics in Lodge, but... But since you

so shall I.

And I will say but one thing, Carrigan,
that is not mine own, but a thing said

by our forefathers some 400 years ago.

As long as but a hundred of us remain
alive, never shall we.

on any conditions be brought under
English rule.

For it is in truth, not for glory, nor
riches, nor honours that we are

fighting, but for freedom.

For that alone.

Which no honest man gives up, but with
life itself.

Bow your heads with me for the closing
prayer.

Brother Lindsay.

Supreme Grand Master, ruler of heaven
and earth, now that we are to separate

return to our respective places of
abode, wilt thou be pleased to influence

heart and mind so that we may, each one
of us, practice out of the lodge those

great moral duties which are inculcated
in it. And with reverence, study and

obey the laws which thou hast given to
us in thy holy word.

Amen. So it be.

God damn it.

I'll jab you for a finger up.

Where is he?

Any sign of those bastards from 96?

Not yet.

Isaiah hasn't come back either.

My brother will not let you down.

Thank you, kid.

George Hallam, Connor McNeil, Lachlan
Hunt, Ewan Adair. There were more behind

us, but... Norman Leslie, Robert
McClanahan, William Baird, Joseph Baird,

Crombie. And more yet behind them.

Friends and neighbours all.

Peace and harmony they quoted just now.

We'll line and wait for a bye.

Draw him into the tree.

Mark the names and capture those you
can.

Any man in these woods is a traitor to
me.

Done a shoot to kill.

Cunningham wants me alive.

I'll no be the one who brings death here
tonight.

The storm will be here soon.

Where are the children?

Away for the night.

And Fanny's asleep.

What are you thinking?

Five more years.

Sorry?

When my grandson died.

That was two years ago.

You do believe it.

I'll see you again in seven years.

Five more left.

It doesn't mean that my son will kill
your husband.

It only means that your husband will not
kill him.

That must be a comfort to you.

He only intends to take him to Patrick
Ferguson.

To be hanged.

For the sake of his own bloody
advancement.

For the sake of his king!

And his honour as an officer of that
king.

Your husband is a pardoned traitor.

He has forfeited the grace of that
pardon.

He has earned his own execution.

We're going to pray, aren't we?

Don't.

Let's see, free for recollection.

Mr. Fraser!

Let's talk this through, shall we?

Man to man.

I'm going to put my gun down.

Not much to talk about.

Save you leaving my land.

One foot or in a box is up to you.

Don't forget, Mr. Fraser.

Have a box waiting for me But not for
five more years

It's my wretch who can everything.

Can you mean to hand me over to Ferguson
to be hanged? That was the plan.

But plans change.

That's where they go, them plans.

Ferguson will take you alive or dead.

At this point, I'm thinking dead might
save me a lot of bother.

I never wanted it to come to this, Mr.
Fraser.

My father has written to his counterpart
at the Continental Camp.

With any luck, we'll hear something in a
day or two.

No.

The battle is over, and sitting here
waiting for news is unbearable.

I need to see what's happening for
myself.

I'm going to the camp.

If you are determined to go, then I will
accompany you.

At first light.

We need to clear.

Here you go.

Charlie.

Where's Jamie?

Here. Saturday.

Are you hurt?

All right.

He's been shot in the back.

Shot in the back?

You coward!

You're playing yourself.

He had no intention of killing you.

You can ask your son what his intentions
were.

Let me see.

Looks like you're close to the worst of
it.

Go find Fanny. Tell her to clean the
wound and put a compress on it.

You two, I'm going to need your help.

Mr Cunningham, where were you shot?

High or low?

Low.

Wiggle your fingers.

All right, good.

Now move your feet.

Move your feet, Charlie. Up and down.

I am, Mother.

That's it.

Two now, three now, four.

Buck, Tom, help me roll him.

Towards you. Okay.

Slowly.

Okay,

hold him steady.

Mr Fraser has a bad cut across his
chest.

Just Mrs Left Nipple.

Oh, that's a bit of good news.

Did you... I put a compress on it. How
fast is the blood soaking through?

Not too fast.

He wants whiskey.

Is that all right?

Tell him if he can stand up and count to
30, then he can have whiskey.

If not, give him honey water and make
him lie down, no matter what he says.

I've already given him honey water.

Should the captain have some too?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Will he live?

Tell me the truth.

I think so.

But he might not be able to walk.

The ball didn't go all the way through,
so it might heal.

Or it might not.

I'm going to remove the ball, dress the
wound.

You should stay.

It won't take long.

I'll need your help.

Hold him steady.

Trevor's sleeping.

The cease of cannon fire is a boon to
mothers.

And to soldiers.

Yes.

That too.

Nice to see you.

You've been rather busy today.

Understandably.

I should like to see you in my beetle.

Where are you going to go?

No, I believe there are certain species
I have not touched on taxonomically.

The eerie searcher.

The twice -deaf lady.

I'm around the site.

I must confess, I've developed a
particular species of

feeling for you.

That was a terrible attempt at
cleverness, I must say.

I shan't try it again.

On my honour.

What are you saying?

We both know how quickly one can leave
someone in war.

I don't want things to remain unsaid
between us.

I think you may have been jesting when
you suggested it, but... I have been

thinking about your idea.

Remind me.

What was my idea?

That we should get married.

That if we should have a son, I could
give him my title.

I wasn't jesting.

But we needn't get married either.

Not straight away.

We could... give it a go.

And if the result is male?

I don't believe I'm having this
conversation.

And what the devil do you propose to do
if the result, as you so casually put

it, is female? I suppose you'd have to
marry me in either case eventually.

Of course, I might not get with Chad at
all.

But we might just enjoy the try.

It cannot be like that.

No.

No, I suppose it could.

On your honour.

No.

We will get married.

That is all we'll do.

For as much as it hath pleased God
Almighty to take unto himself the souls

these our brothers, we therefore commit
their bodies to the ground, earth to

earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in
sure and certain hope of resurrection to

eternal life, through our Lord Jesus
Christ.

Amen.

Please, excuse me.

Oh, my God.

Are

you

hurt? Are you in pain? Fine.

Minor explosion.

You threw the shit out of me, Roger. I
thought you were dead.

I know, I know.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I wanted to... I couldn't leave.

How is thy knee?

Not bad, Doctor.

How's Christoph?

He's doing well.

I agree.

I want you to meet Dr Denzel Hunter.

That's right, that Denzel Hunter.

Rachel's brother.

We just figured it out this morning.

So glad to meet you.

And I be.

I wish it were in better circumstances.

I know thy mother and father well.

He knows me too.

Willie.

William.

I think I shall stay a while.

I'd not imagine I'd see Denzel again.

Now as I have.

You know, for a loyalist, you sure have
a lot of rebel friends.

I should go back to Savannah.

My father's letter will still grant you
safe passage.

It's been cleaned up and fed. And drunk.

When did you last see your sister?

But she's written to me.

She had a baby.

I think she is very happy.

William, I know there was once some
trouble between me and Ian, but... I'm

glad for them.

Truly.

It won't be a moment.

Thank you, Doctor.

Sad day, indeed.

Oh, of course, right.

Oh, this is... Dr. Hunter, could you
give me a moment with an old friend?

Uh, of course.

I'll just be over there.

Come inside.

Ben!

No,

cousin.

You son of a bitch.

How's that?

Why was Elspeth here?

She came to pray with me, believe it or
not.

She was as scared as I was.

I'm sure that was you in that stretcher.

It almost was.

I thought I was done for.

Didn't I realize it was Buck's gun I
heard until I saw Cunningham fall.

What happened to Cunningham's other men?

Not a few from them.

They were deprived of their weapons and
sent home, feeling a good deal less

brave about themselves.

Do you have a piece of paper?

Of course.

Why?

Write down these names.

Geordie, Harlem, Conor McNeil, Lachlan
Hunt, Holman Leslie.

Hiram Crombie. Why do you need me to
write the list when you obviously

who they are?

The list isn't enough for me, it's for
you.

If I'm not around, you need to get rid
of them.

Get rid of them?

I don't know.

Intend to keep them on as tenants.

Try to kill me.

Or send me away to be hanged.

There's no better.

Someone's coming.

Ten men at least, maybe more.

Sorry we're late.

Glad you're here.

I didn't think you'd come.

Well, almost didn't.

There's only so many times a man can
have his help rebuffed before he starts

feeling unhelpful.

And again, I can't generally resist a
fight with some Tories.

We should talk.

There are good things about your
whiskey.

Why don't you pour me some?

And the devil, the devil appears.