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Previously. There'll be a battle in about a year's time at a place called

Mountain, and the James Fraser died in it.

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

First of all, Beauchamp. Although his name isn't Beauchamp.

Perseverance Wainwright. Is it on?

Corrupulous bastard, loyal to no one but himself.

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.

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. 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?

Do you care?

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.

Narrate to her.

Sorry, John.

I'm not brave.

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

So

you forced a confession out of him as well?

Unnatural acts.

And what does it say here?

Incest.

Is that right?

Dear me, Lord John, dear me.

You're going through a rather 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

war.

Your brother, the Duke of Pardlo, 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

American colonies. That cannot be allowed.

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

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 noble bastards.

You'll remain here as my guest while copies of these statements are sent to

brother.

What happens to you after that?

We'll depend upon his grade.

oh oh

Take it you're not here to liberate me.

I would if I could, John.

Please believe me.

What then?

Sentimental goodbye from the foot of the gallows.

Richardson has sent me to try and persuade you.

Would you not do as he asks, John?

Convince Hal not to give that speech.

He'd listen to you.

I share that opinion, but no, I won't do it. I want to say two things to you.

First, I'm sorry, Teresa.

And I believe that for what it's worth.

And the second?

That I love you.

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.

Good night, Miss Everett.

Is it up to your name?

Bye.

that long.

I once believed time could be reshaped by sheer force of will, like water

wearing away its dome.

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.

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. Been in a... date.

I'm sure he didn't have a journey planned.

His horse is stabled. All his belongings are in the house.

Did you 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 to run business for Parliament, assessing the war effort.

However, this package came for him a few days ago. The man who brought it, an

odd fellow, seemed quite melancholy.

Said it was the Duke of Pardlow.

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 relate to you in person.

And he just... left.

That's Trevor.

Will you excuse me?

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 regard to the American

war. I have taken the liberty of appending a direction that this address

take in terms of support of the war.

Should you choose not to heed this suggestion, be apprised that copies of

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 Joan 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.

P. Wainwright.

Is that our friend Percy, do you think?

William. Where is he? Where is my father?

I don't know. You're lying.

I saw that statement you delivered for my uncle.

It's great.

You'll kill me if you find out I've told you anything.

He's a madman.

Who?

Who?

His name is Richardson.

He's the cure, Richardson.

Richardson?

I'll kill him.

Arthur, I'll kill you. I swear, I didn't want to be involved.

It was a mistake.

I was meant to wait for the dude 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

town.

We travelled by boat.

It took quite a while.

Perhaps a few hours.

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 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 your side.

Oh.

The Greek lighthouse.

Does that have some better significance for your father?

Not that I know of.

I've never heard him speak of a lighthouse.

No. Then it must be that he'd been kept near a lighthouse.

Do you care 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

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.

There's a boathouse up ahead.

See anyone on a boat?

I see someone.

May I look?

That's Richardson.

The bastard is going fishing.

He seems to be alone.

He'll likely be a while then.

Convinced you'll win, aren't you, eh?

Cocky bugger.

I don't laugh at you.

You've been laughing from the other side of your face, you little guy, not my

dad.

Now look at where they've been, John.

You're no oil painting yourself.

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.

Um...

You expect me to believe you've come alone?

No.

Not at all.

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

I'll deliver him to the court, Marshal.

He's a traitor to both sides.

They'll draw lots if you get him.

I suppose we will see who appears in the broadsheets now.

John?

Are there any other guards?

There may have been.

I only saw two.

But it was difficult to discern the voices.

You and William.

Such outside.

I'll retrieve the boat.

How did you find me?

I see Beauchamp.

That debauched little snitch.

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?

Well, I abhor it.

On both philosophical and compassionate grounds, of course.

Why?

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

You might have.

And 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 a 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

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. Civil war.

What did you say, madam?

You were talking about the North and South.

Sherman's March.

Gettysburg.

Abraham Lincoln.

You're a time traveller.

1945 and 1968.

First time with an accident.

Second, was it?

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 reverberations of slavery. It could all go away.

How?

It's actually quite simple.

If the Patriots don't win, then the American colonies remain under British

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

the battlefield.

That seems simple to you.

I have pinpointed several persons whose actions will affect the trajectory of

this war.

But Harold Gray 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

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

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 admire

it.

The past leaves a lot to be desired.

But it won't work.

Christ.

You've tried, haven't you?

Yes.

When? What war?

Culloden.

The one that ended the Highland clan.

And destroyed their way of life.

That 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.

You tried twice.

No matter what side we fight on.

No matter how hard we fight.

What 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.

Now, maybe I'm not here to change history, but maybe I'm here to be a part

history.

Now, when I cut 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 fate or destiny or God.

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

That I am meant to be here.

This is my time.

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?

Writing 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.

You won't regret that.

That was for William.

If I had another shot, I'd put one in you for me and another for Hal, too.

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.

Both of you.

Saving my life and my reputation.

For the sake of our history, I could not let you 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 pig -headed treatment of me for the past two years.

Pride goeth before the fall.

No? Then look at me.

Tell me you don't love that man.

And I'll never say his name again.

Dammit, woman.

You can't have to freeze a family trait to be as stubborn as a mule.

My grandsire was said to have never apologized once in his life.

The one beheaded at Tower Hill.

Aye.

Perhaps he should have tried being a bit more conciliatory.

When you lay, we're clear.

You said you were both fucking me.

That it was me you were reaching 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

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 you, John.

And... I am sorry.

And clearly, you have done more for me than I can ever repay.

When you and William embraced at the boathouse, I saw the love between you.

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 can well what you 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.

What more can I do? Tell me.

My honor must be restored.

You owe me that.

No.

You 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.

I never get used to that.

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.

I hardly remember him.

But his brother, Uncle Lan, raised me.

So many people in your life now were raised by a village.

And if I do say so myself,

We are doing just fine.

It's still strange.

I feel like I've been caught between... 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?

They're fun.

That's all you have to be.

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 grey.

Does this mean that you might reconsider our future?

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

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?

I wish you well.

And I hope you find love and happiness.

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 King's 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.

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.

It was an honor welcoming David, William, Ian, Fraser McKenzie into the

What is it?

You can a fight at King's Mountain.

Something Frank wrote in his book.

You're not coming back, are you?

She says I'll be cute there.

Well, if... If that's what it says, just don't go to King's Mountain.

I have to, my name.

No.

You don't.

Not only to protect our home, our lands, though that alone would be with it.

But if Frank is right, then this battle can 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.

It... Jem and Mandy and Davey growing up without their grandfather.

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

I finally have you in my life, and I can't imagine it without you.

Please don't go.

Maybe Daddy wrote this for you so you'd stay home if you knew what would happen.

Neither man had no cause to love me.

But he loved you.

And he knew one thing about me, same thing I can't about him.

That we would protect you with our life.

But I know the only way to truly protect you and everyone I love.

Yeah. The next back to three. 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.

You 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 Richard's in his bed.

There's no threat to you now. I can't take that chance. There very well could

copies that exist.

If the confessions do resurface, the affidavit will render them null and

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.

I've never wanted to hurt you.

Make your choice.

We'll be right back at me, John.

What are you doing hiding up here in the middle of the day?

Looking for some peace.

Doesn't that look as though you're writing in your medical journal?

No monstrous drawings or pictures of wee beasties.

What are you doing?

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 beginning.

You writing your story?

No.

I'm writing our story.

Pryser!

Pryser!

Pryser!

Time has come, Pryser.

Ferguson's on the march into North Carolina, gather your men. All you can

We muster with the rest of the over -mountain men. It's to come more souls

two days' time.

You owe me, Fraser.

You said so yourself.

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.

As we stand on the brink of battle, let our hearts be ablaze.

Never with fury or fear or hatred, but the desire to fight for

freedom.

I die tomorrow.

Remember me.

We will always be together.