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I have yet to give him
my answer.

I'll no' stand in the way
of yer happiness.

Ye will escort Claire home.

What about the militia?

I made ye a captain without time

to teach ye what the word meant.

Da left you here to protect
the Ridge while he's gone.

He doesn't respect me, Bree.

I've told Gerald Forbes

to draw up a will,
leaving River Run

and all its contents
to Jeremiah.

Mistress Fraser,
I'd like to introduce you

to Mr. Wylie.

- Who's Dr. Rawlings?
- Me.

It's no longer safe
for you to remain here.

I know you stay
because of the vow

you made to my mother and to me.

I release you from it.
Be hard to find.

There are dragoons ahead.

Halt.

Make yourselves known.

Thank goodness.

Oh, you are a welcome sight,
Lieutenant.

We are making our way as
far as possible from Culloden.

Whom do I address, sir?

Of course, where are my manners?

Uh, I am Samuel Torrington.

My wife and daughter are inside.

Will you have them step out?

By order
of the duke of Cumberland,

we are to search every
conveyance on these roads.

Very wise precaution.

My dears.

Not a word.

It's empty, sir.

Very well.
You should be on your way.

Allow me, miss.

Have you a destination, sir?

To the border,
across to Carlisle.

My brother has an estate.

You'll be
far from the fighting there.

Good day, sir.
Travel safely.

Thank you.
God save the king.

And which king would that be?

Lieutenant, gold...

with the king of France's
mark on it.

Must be intended
for Charles Stuart.

We've found ourselves
some Jacobite traitors.

Hector.

Sir, lower your weapon.

Papa!

Morna?

Morna. Morna.

Morna.

Morna.

Morna?

- She's dead.
- No.

- Ye canna help her.
- No, no.

We must go.

No.

- Jocasta, come.
- Hector, we canna leave her.

Morna!

Drive on!

Ya!

Morna!
Morna!

Morna!

Do ye have a moment, ma'am?

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Innes.

Uh, sorry to disturb ye.

Margaret, Abigail,
ye may leave us.

I ken the wedding's tomorrow,
but, um...

I wanted to give ye this.

Is that lavender I smell?

Aye, to soothe yer nerves,
perhaps.

I ken a bride has
much on her mind...

flowers and frocks
and ribbons to choose.

It's the MacKenzie motto.

"I shine, not burn."

A wee token of my affection.

I ken perhaps that...

Ye dinna burn with passion
for me, but...

The name Innes comes
from the Gaelic:

an island formed

by two branches of a stream,

and in time...

I hope that we might‐‐

Thank ye.

Thank ye... Mr. Innes.

It is most kind.

Pardon me, Mistress.

Ulysses.

Your nephew and Mr. Forbes are

waiting for you downstairs.

Ah, indeed.

I'll leave ye to it, then.

Do ye really think I canna feel the
look ye were giving that poor man?

I only want you to be happy.

Happiness doesna come into it.

In time,
Mr. Innes may afford me

a wee bit of... peace.

My apologies, gentlemen.

Hmm.
No need to apologize, Auntie.

We've come to River Run
for celebrations in yer honor.

Take as long as ye please.

Well, thank ye...

How generous you are,
Mistress Cameron.

I'm sure Brianna must be
sensible of the kind attention

you've bestowed upon her son.

But, uh, you're sure Mr. Innes
understands what this means?

Mr. Innes has graciously agreed

to allow me to serve
as guardian of River Run

until Jeremiah comes of age.

We have no children, after all.

Shall we begin?

And the colonel as witness.

There ye have it.

River Run has a new master.

And in his absence,
I should attend to my guests.

You'll excuse me.

Mistress.

Come, little laddie.

Just a wee sniffle.

It's not so bad.

‐ ‐ Ugh.

What I wouldn't give
for a box of tissues.

Yeah, or some baby aspirin.

- Mm.
- Here.

Though I s'pose it wouldn't
make much difference.

How is it that 200 years
from now,

we have a man on the moon

but still no cure
for the bloody common cold?

You could have gone
to the wedding, you know.

I can handle a kid with a cold.

I know, but I wanted to help.

Jocasta insulted you
at our wedding.

So you thought you'd insult her
by not going to hers.

Well, two birds with one stone.

Mm, Adso has brought us a gift.

What's this?

I don't think that's a gift
from Adso.

And I hope it's not a gift
from the gods.

It should be Murtagh
at Jocasta's side.

Instead, here I am,

rubbing shoulders wi' the
very devils who'd see him dead.

You can't be so hard
on yourself.

You asked him to wait.

If Murtagh isn't here today,
then...

that's his own choice.

Come on.

Let's try and enjoy the day
for Jocasta's sake.

Aye.

- Excuse me.
- I had no idea

you were such a good dancer.

Well, to tell the truth,
I'm not certain I am.

I think I must have danced
with every girl in the province.

All of them hoping to secure
an advantageous match

with Lord John Grey, no doubt.

Aye, it is
the social event of the year.

I'd wager there's not a single
young lady in North Carolina

who'd forfeit her chance
to be worshipped

in Cupid's grove tonight.

Speaking of never missing
a chance to be worshipped...

Hmm, naturally.

Oh.

Ah, Lord John Grey,
Colonel Fraser,

this is an advantageous meeting.

- Good day.
- Your Excellency.

Mistress Fraser,
delighted to see you again.

Your Excellency.

Mistress Tryon.

Her Excellency...

if you don't mind.

My apologies.

Pay him no mind,
Mistress Fraser.

I usually insist upon the title
as a reminder to him.

And just as he's finally
begun introducing me this way

to the good people
of North Carolina,

we're leaving for New York.

Typical.

New York?

May I introduce the honorable
Judge Martin Atticus?

Your servant, sir.

I swear, if I had my gloves,
I would throw one down.

Then we would see
who had any sense

of good old‐fashioned honor.

Good Lord, who is that man?

Quincy Arbuckle,
Your Excellency.

Always at least one
self‐righteous pillock at a wedding.

I'm quite surprised
by your language,

Your Honor,
but, uh, can't say I disagree.

And what's worse is,
I'm certain I attract them.

The moment anyone discovers
that I'm a judge,

suddenly everyone
in the vicinity is

a moral philosopher
or expert in matters of the law.

Well, my most recent
legislative victory

was a stroke of genius,
if I may say so.

Indeed.

We are fortunate to have
a governor so wise

and merciful to offer pardons
to these dishonorable men.

My, news does travel slow
in the backcountry.

Well, you have
a fellow Scotsman,

Samuel Johnston,
to thank for proposing it:

an Act for Preventing
Tumultuous and Riotous Assembly,

prohibiting 10 men or more from
gathering under certain circumstances.

The reasoning being
if men cannot gather,

they cannot conspire.

Yes, exactly.

If only I'd thought to do
such a thing sooner,

then, uh, Lieutenant Knox
might be with us still.

Good heavens, Your Excellency.

Am I to be forever reminding
you of proper etiquette?

Very sad indeed, terribly so,

but not an appropriate
conversation

for such an auspicious day.

Quite right.

Come, let's leave the men
to their morbid talk of politics.

Let's.

I hear there's a game
of high‐stakes whist

taking place later.

I find it very beguiling

watching men gamble away
their fortunes.

The swarm is
gonna be here in a day.

Aye, the crop will be crawling
with the devils

if we wait any longer.

We should burn Mr. Fraser's
field and be done with it.

Gentlemen, please, if I may.

Fire!

That got everyone's attention.

That panic you felt
in your chest, that terror,

the instinct to protect
yourselves from danger...

now imagine if there
really was a fire.

But we'd be rid of the buggers.

Perhaps, until more come along.

But you'd be ridding yourselves
of a lot more as well.

One shift of the wind

and your homes could be
reduced to ashes.

Are you willing to take
that chance, Mr. Lindsay?

I wish Colonel Fraser was here.

He'd have an answer for this.

Colonel Fraser
is 10 days' ride away.

So what is it you propose
we do, Captain Mackenzie?

No answer.

I'm not saddened by leaving
the palace at New Bern.

The building has certain
elegant amenities,

but I've never felt
comfortable there.

My God, is that Philip Wylie?

You know him?

It's hard to tell
under all that powder, but yes.

I‐I met him at a dinner
in Wilmington.

Though... I found him rather...

Persistent?

I was going to say annoying.

Ever since he returned
from Paris,

he's become
an insufferable dandy,

not to mention a rake.

Mm.

Rumor has it he's in
an obscene amount of debt

after losing his fortune
to gambling

and in houses of ill repute.

Hmm.

Well, he's coming towards us.

Towards you.

But perhaps I can
distract him for you.

I'm the wife of a politician,
after all.

It's a particular talent
of mine.

- MRS.
- Mr. Wylie!

You should have seen the look
on Robert's face

when I told him
that there were certain times

during the month from now on

when he would be

sleeping in the guest chamber.

And he agreed to it?

Well, what could he say?

There it was
written in plain ink:

the words of this
Rawlings physician.

He was cursing the day
that women were taught to read.

But don't you think it
a little sacrilegious?

A child is a divine blessing.

If it's God's will,

what sort of woman would willingly
prevent herself from bearing one?

Perhaps the sort of woman

who doesn't have
the means to provide

for an infinite number
of blessings.

If you'll excuse me.

- Oh! Well, Mistress Fraser.
- Mr. Wylie.

Deuced clumsy of me.

May I fetch you something
to restore your spirits?

No, thank you.

How very good to see you.

I assure you, madam,
the pleasure is entirely mine.

Um...

Well, you are looking well, sir.

Fortune has smiled upon me
this year.

The trade with England
has quite recovered.

May the gods be thanked.

And I've had my share of it
and more besides.

May I likewise observe
how becoming you look?

As always, you're a most
welcome ornament

to this humble affair.

Excuse me, Mr. Wylie.

Mistress Fraser's aunt
is in need of her opinion,

and we simply cannot
keep a bride waiting.

Mr. Wylie.

Forgive my tardy intervention,
but...

You're doing the best you can.

Tell that to Evan Lindsay
or Ronnie Sinclair.

- They're afraid.
- So they should be.

If the locusts
swarm their farms,

their families will be starved
come winter.

If your father were here...

Hey.

What would he be able to do
any differently?

I wish I knew.

But I'm done trying
to out think him.

Funny how certain things
stick in your brain.

Locusts and smoke.

Aye.

This story my father read to me
when I was a boy,

it's just‐it's coming back
to me now.

Something about a plague
of locusts

somewhere in the American West.

I hope there's more.

They used smoke
to drive them away

before they could land.

You think that'd work?

So many stories
are based on fact.

Think of all the great writers,

so much truth in fiction.

It could work.

We could set fires
around the fields

using green wood,
and when the main swarm comes,

there'll be so much smoke,
they won't land.

I mean, we'd lose
some of the crop.

There's no helping that.

But if we can ward off
the rest...

That could work.

It could work.

We just have to create enough
smoke to cover the fields.

Hanged?

I thought ye said the Riot Act
outlaws assembly.

It does.

It also permits me
to indict any man

who was seen
at the Hillsborough Riots

or any past riot.

Think of it as delayed justice.

I mean, these men should have
been arrested months ago.

And if they refuse
to submit themselves

to the king's justice?

Then I've given
the sheriffs leave

to discipline any man
who resists.

As I said to you
when you first arrived

on these shores, Mr. Fraser,

there is the law...

And then there is what is done.

I'm glad you think so.

But I'm curious.

Why do this now?

Your wife mentioned
you were bound for New York.

Yes, I begged her
to exercise discretion

until it was made certain,
but, um...

been offered
the governorship there.

I mean, there's a few
minor formalities

that need to be observed,

but I have friends
who have assured me

it's a fait accompli.

Hmm.

And I take it these "friends"

ken the troubles we have
with the Regulators?

You know, when I first
took office in North Carolina,

my wife wept for a week.

I shared many
of her reservations, and yet...

I must admit I have grown
quite fond of the place.

Pain me to leave it in chaos,

legacy of lawlessness.

Some of these men
are savage at times,

but they're not
entirely godless.

A legacy of mercy would be‐‐

And they shall have mercy...

if they choose it.

Best of both worlds:
heaven or hell.

Oh.

Here's two more.

Thanks.

Are you filling
those pots with‐‐

Shite.
Aye.

I'm using it
to stave off insects.

And there I was thinking
it usually attracted 'em.

Oh, I'm making smudge pots.

They've been used for centuries.

Oil and dung goes in here.

We don't have crude oil,
obviously,

so we're using goose fat.

When the pot's heated,
smoke will pour out the top

like a wee chimney.

If we place enough of them
out in the field,

it should be enough to cover
what the green fires can't reach.

Very impressive,
Professor MacKenzie.

Aye.

The only problem is,
I don't know how

we're gonna push the smoke
from the firepits

out over the field.

Wind's picking up.

But who knows what it'll be
like by the time we're ready?

I have an idea for that.

Here.
I'll handle this.

You keep shoveling your shit.

Abigail,
have you seen my husband?

No, Mistress.
Shall I look for him?

No.
No, thank you.

Don't worry.

Chantilly lace,

a favorite of the mistress
of King Louis of France,

Madame du Barry.

My humble gift to
the soon‐to‐be Jocasta Innes.

Lovely.

Pity, it would look
far lovelier on you.

Oh, I'm afraid such things
are hard to come by.

The excise duties
are quite inconvenient.

That is, unless you know
the right people.

As I was saying,

fine lace is of little use to me

out in the backcountry.

And I was saying,

if you knew the right people,

you wouldn't be languishing
in the backcountry.

You'd be enjoying
the finer things in life.

I can procure you
whatever you wish,

whatever your heart desires.

I know an Irish
seafaring gentleman

who does business
in the port of Wilmington.

You mean a‐a smuggler?

Why, Mistress Fraser,
you wound me.

Do you take me
for a common thief?

I only meant to imply
that I have certain friends

who are in the business
of acquiring rare

and exquisite things.

Mr. Wylie...

I have something that may be
of interest to you.

Mmm.

Oh, it's absolutely sinful.

My husband makes it.

Which one is he, pray tell?

Silver or gold?

Silver.

The gold is
from my late husband.

My sympathies.

Do you mean to say that
Mr. Fraser permits you to wear

another man's token
so near his own?

My husband is a very...

Clearly an extraordinary man.

May I ask when he died...

your first husband, I mean?

A lifetime ago.

He must have been
quite the man to inspire

such devotion
after all these years.

Yes, he was.

A star fixed in the firmament
of a heart forever.

To love.

Indeed.

Mr. Wylie, I was wondering
if I might ask your advice.

Certainly.
I'm at your service.

On a matter of business.

This man of yours,
this associate...

well, if he knew of a way...

to circumvent certain
financial inconveniences...

Anything you want,
name it, and it's yours.

Well, I was wondering...

my husband's whisky venture,

it's barely breaking even.

But a partner
with the right connections...

Trust me, Mr. Bonnet
is possessed of...

Shall we
say a notoriously unhappy temper.

He doesn't do business
with people he doesn't know.

Hmm.

Thankfully, we...

I would be dealing
only with you.

And of course there'd be
your share of the profits.

It does pain me to hear
such dull words as "profit"

coming out of those
lovely lips of yours.

Let's not spoil
such a splendid day by...

talking of such tedious matters.

You've shown me
your pride and joy.

Now I want to show you mine.

Take it as far as you can.

See that the rest
of those pots are delivered

to Evan Lindsay's field.

Have your brother help too.

- Aye, Captain.
- Go on.

You know, when your father
left me in charge,

I thought I might have
to mend a fence,

wrangle the odd runaway cow,
but no.

I get a biblical plague.

I'd like you to meet Lucas.

Magnificent.

Isn't he?

I believe he's a descendant
of Eclipse

of the Darley Arabian line.

Huh.
Eclipse?

One of the most famous
racehorses who's ever lived.

Aren't you sweet?

Sweet?

Strange choice for such
a magnificent creature.

All right, then...
good‐natured and spirited.

And above all, beautiful.

What the hell are you doing?

Mistress Fraser, Claire,

you madden me.

You bitch!

Jamie, no!

She plied me with drink

and practically begged me
to take her where she stood.

The woman's a vile succubus!

How dare you?

Stop!

Are you really going
to kill someone

at your aunt's wedding?

He's not worth it.

I see you near my wife again...

I will kill you.

You understand?

Claire.

What were ye thinking,

spending time alone
with a man like him?

He knows Stephen Bonnet.

What?
He told ye this?

Well, it turns out,
it's a very small world.

That smuggler he employs
in Wilmington...

Wylie's up to his neck
in gambling debt.

So I‐I thought if I could
tempt him with a business deal,

then maybe he'd set up
a meeting.

I had a feeling
it was Stephen Bonnet.

Turns out, I was right.

Christ.

Speak of the devil
and he appears.

Ye willna believe this.

Lord John told me Bonnet put a
dagger to a man's eyes in Wilmington.

Just goes to show
what kind of man Wylie is.

Now I've thrown him
in horse shit

and you've threatened
to kill him.

How are we supposed
to get him back on side?

Ye say the man likes to gamble.

Don't stop!
Keep your fires going!

Is that good?

Back so soon, Mr. Barlow?

I thought you'd had enough.

Oh.

It's you.

If you think that's enough
to replace my coat,

you're sorely mistaken.

It was given to me
by the countess of‐‐

My wife was right.

I, uh, canna kill a man
at my auntie's wedding.

So...

it seems we'll have
to settle this another way.

If you're referring
to the incident in the stables,

it's as I told you.

I was the perfect gentleman.

Hmm.

Mr. Wylie.

- Hmm?
- You're acquainted with the governor's wife?

A fine woman, but, uh,
between you and me...

She's not known
for her discretion.

One word in her ear

and in a fortnight,
every man, woman, and child

in the Province
of North Carolina

will ken what kind
of "gentleman" you are.

I've no doubt that Her Excellency
thinks me a rake already.

It'll be no news to her.

I'm afraid my reputation
precedes me.

But, uh...

she hasn't heard the things
I have to say about ye.

We settle this now.

One game of whist.

You win...

I'll allow you to leave
with your honor intact.

And if I lose?

The stallion... Lucas.

Oh, you Scots are all alike,
aren't you?

You brutes place far too high
a price on things like pride.

The difference between
you and me, Mr. Fraser,

is, given the choice
between pride and gold...

I'd take gold any day.

Besides, Lucas is worth
10 times this amount.

If you want to play
at this table, Mr. Fraser,

you're going to have to produce

something far more valuable.

Have you lost your mind?

He saw you wearing it earlier.

I dinna ken why, but he says it's
the only thing he'll take for the horse.

Because he saw how much
this ring means to me.

Don't you see, I humiliated him

and this is his idea of revenge.

And what if it is?

If I win this game,
we get the horse.

If we get the horse,

we get to take revenge on a
man much worse than Philip Wylie.

No.

Not this.
Not Frank's ring.

Claire.

Stephen Bonnet‐‐

Stephen Bonnet tried to rip
this out of my throat.

- Or have you forgotten?
- That's why I need you to trust me.

This is our chance to get
the bastard once and for all.

I willna lose it, Claire.

And what if you do?

Who are you doing this for?

What do ye mean?

Answer the question.

For Bree... for our daughter.

For her honor...

or for yours?

If you're going to take this...

Then you might as well
take both of them.

We lost some beans.

The cornfield was saved.

It worked.

Captain MacKenzie.

Mr. Lindsay.

I thought this plan of yours
was one of the most foolish

I'd ever heard of.

I'm indebted to ye.

I only lost half an acre.

My family willna go hungry this winter,
thanks to you, Captain.

We all helped.

Maybe when Da returns,
he'll promote you to major.

Christ.
I hope not.

What is it?

Mistress, um,
a guest has arrived late.

He, uh, has a gift for you.

I'll no' receive any more
visitors today, Ulysses.

Tell him to leave it downstairs
with the others.

Well, that's a right shame,

seeing as I came all the way
here to give it to ye myself.

What are ye thinking,

coming here today of all days?

The governor himself
is downstairs.

Lucky for me, I ran
into your man outside,

and, well, that was before
I could do anything rash.

I, um, felt it wouldn't do,
Mistress,

to have a man shot
the night before your wedding.

Ye're completely mad,
ye ken that?

Aye, I suppose
that's part of my charm.

I didna want to come
empty‐handed.

Why have ye come?

To ask something of ye...

Something I have
no right to ask,

but I will all the same.

Because I can't face
the rest of my days if I don't.

Will ye wait for me?

Ye ask me now,
the day before I'm to be wed.

Ye have no love for Duncan
Innes. Any fool can see that.

Well, ye might have informed me
of that the day I told ye he proposed.

Ye said not a word,

only that ye wouldn't stand
in the way of my happiness.

Well, I'm standing in the way
of it now, aren't I?

Christ.

I didna think you'd say yes.

‐ If ye'd just listen to me‐‐
‐ To what end?

Ye're a wanted man, Murtagh.

Aye, for now.

But to have ye by my side
in spite of everything,

in spite of all
that's happened‐‐

Is that supposed to convince me?

Is that an opinion,
a reason, a question?

What are ye trying to say?

I told ye once...

I wanted a woman
who could hear in a man's voice

that he meant
all the right things...

Even if he hadna
the right words to say.

I'm sorry.

Why in God's name

would ye choose to grow old
with a man like Innes?

I've long since grown old,
Murtagh.

Ye cannot fault me for wanting
to spend the time I have left

with a good man,
man whose only cause will be my happiness.

Do you ken what it means?

I shine, not burn.

My father told us that you
could place a MacKenzie

in the hottest fires
of hell itself,

a fire that would burn
any other man to bones,

but a MacKenzie wouldna burn.

No.

A MacKenzie would survive.

The night we lost Culloden...

Hector came running
into the house

with a madness in his eyes
I'd never seen before.

He told us‐‐me and my youngest
daughter, Morna...

Told us to gather up
all we could carry.

We were going to America,
he said, to a better world.

So we did as he bade us.

And we rode off
in the dead of the night.

We were bound for the estates

of my eldest girls,

Seonag and Clementina.

They had bairns of their own
by then.

I kent well
what the redcoats would do

if they reached them,
drunk as they were

on the blood of Jacobites.

What I didna ken is that...

Hector had stolen
a case of gold...

Stuart gold...

arrived from France
too late for the battle.

We'd been traveling
till near dawn

when two dragoons
came upon us, and...

She was 16, Morna.

She was so beautiful.

I left her there in the mud,

lying next to strangers.

Her bones may be there still,
on the road, gone to dust

while I've sat here
for 30 years,

growing old in a palace

made from the gold
that took her from me.

Seonag and Clementina
perished in the fires.

I'm so sorry.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I...

I‐I saw it...

Could h‐hear Morna
screaming for me,

could smell the fires
burning to the north,

calling for the last
of my children.

And when the world
grew dim around me,

I saw it even clearer.

My blindness is punishment
for... leaving her,

for not looking back.

Hector believed
in the Jacobite cause,

and like you,

he believed
he could change the world.

And I lost everything
because of it.

I am not Hector.
Hmm?

I willna risk yer happiness.

After the war to come‐‐

There'll be another and another,

on and on until long after
we're gone from the world.

You‐you once said that...

you wanted a woman
who truly lived,

who kent what life is,
not what she wished it to be.

Well, I ken what this life is,
Murtagh.

And I ken what sort of man
you are.

What sort of man is that?

A sort of man

who will lose everything
for what he believes in.

The sort of man I swore

I would never
give my heart to again.

Please...

go.

I must rest for tomorrow.

I love ye, Jocasta MacKenzie.

This world may change...

But that will never change.

I only wish I'd been
brave enough to say it sooner.

I hope you're worth it.

I've been looking for ye.

- You're drunk.
- Hmm.

Had cause to celebrate.

I didn't think
there was anything else

Stephen Bonnet
could take from us.

But you almost let him
take those.

Bonnet had nothing to do
with this.

You're condemning me for wanting to
make Wylie pay for what he did to you.

No, I'm condemning you
for letting

your hatred of Bonnet and Wylie
come between us.

You let him use your
Scottish pride against you.

My pride.

What about yours?

Ye say and do what ye like,
no matter the consequences.

You think too much
from your own time.

I don't need you to tell me
how to behave, thank you.

Sometimes you need reminding.

You're a woman like no other,
Sassenach.

But don't forget...
you're still a woman.

Heh.

Look. Look down.

Watch as I take ye.

Watch, damn ye.

Ye dinna hate me
for coming after ye

like a... raven beast?

Hmm. No.

Actually,
I quite liked that part.

Though I think I have
a rather nasty bruise.

Wish I had seen the look
on Wylie's face when he lost.

The man was almost in tears...

till I told him
I'd trade him the beast

for a whisky partnership.

And an introduction to the
best smuggler in North Carolina?

Aye.

Mr. Bonnet will be
personally meeting

Mr. Alexander Malcolm,

purveyor of the finest whisky
in the Carolinas.

And I thought Mr. Malcolm's
smuggling days were well over.

Mm.

Believe me, so did I.

We have him.

The bastard will finally pay
for what he's done.

You were right, Claire.

I'm not doing this for Bree.
I'm...

I'm doing it
because I‐I want to see

the monster that hurt
our daughter dead,

for no other reason
but I need to see it done.

Is that so wrong?

No.

Promise me, Jamie...

Promise me that Stephen Bonnet

will never take
another thing from us again.

I promise.

I promise...

That these rings will
never leave your hands again.

I swear it.

Is this what the gentlemen
of America are drinking?

I'm afraid they don't serve ale
at the coffeehouse.

What makes you think
I prefer ale?

No, I‐I was just...

Uh...

I meant nothing by it,
Mr. Bonnet.

I thank you for coming.
I know you're a busy man.

I...

I've come from River Run

and the wedding
of Jocasta Cameron.

Cameron?

Kin to James Fraser?

The very same‐‐
Mistress Innes now, of course.

Well, you must give the old bat
my heartfelt congratulations.

As a matter of fact,

it appears
you're to be congratulated.

Your son is now the proud owner
of River Run.

Your Excellency.

I've received some
rather regrettable news.

It's a shame after such
a lovely celebration,

but it's the way of the world,
unfortunately.

Do you know how many Regulators
submitted themselves

to the mercy of the courts?

Not one.
Not one man.

I had hoped
it wouldn't come to this,

but it seems we're gonna have
our war after all.

I've arranged
for a convoy of munitions

to be delivered
to General Waddell.

As soon as he is
in receipt of those,

he will meet with me
in Hillsborough.

You're to gather your men
and then find us there

within the fortnight.

Oh, and you're free to enjoy

this evening's festivities.

Don't worry, Colonel.

It should all be
a very quick fight.

Aye, and the Regulators
are disorganized...

no way prepared for war
against the Crown.