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Take care of him.

What aren't you telling me
about your man in Scotland?

He's Bree's real father,

and I told her

when we were in Scotland.

I admire a man who puts
duty and honor above all else.

It's only civility that keeps
us all from killing one another.

What have you done?

You executed a man
without trial!

Stick out your tongue.

Kezzie. His tonsils are as
infected as his brother's.

Then you must return with him
to the Ridge.

You will escort Claire home.

What about the militia?

I made ye a captain

without time to teach ye
what the word meant.

Couldna tell ye at the wedding.

I wanted to be certain.

Confirmed sightings
of Bonnet in Wilmington.

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How many times have I put my hopes,
my fears,

my secret longings

into the hands of a being
I can't see,

can't hear,

can't even feel?

And how many times
have my prayers been answered?

What is it?

Come and look.

It's paintbrushes.

Paintbrushes.

Ye found it?

I think what we're
supposed to say

is "eureka."

Uh, what does that mean?

It means, well, "I've found it."

Well, uh, eureka, Claire.

Ye found yer penicillin.

Time is a lot of the
things that people say God is.

There's the preexisting
and having no end.

There's the notion
of being all‐powerful,

because nothing
can stand against time,

not mountains, not armies.

Give anything enough time,
and everything is taken care of:

All pain encompassed,
all hardship erased,

all loss subsumed.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Remember, Man, thou art dust,

and unto dust thou shalt return.

And if time is anything
akin to God,

I suppose that memory
must be the devil.

Sorry I'm late.

That's all right.

Plenty of time
to get to the restaurant.

Lunch at Jeveli's.

One of us must have done
something good.

Is everything okay?

You sounded kind of weird
on the phone.

Yeah.

Actually, I...

I just lost a patient.

Oh, wow. I'm sorry.

He had an allergic reaction
to penicillin.

Don't we have tests for that?

He tested negative.

The probability of a false
positive is less than 5%.

It's very rare.

Unfortunately, he was part
of that percentile.

Man.

I guess you never really know
what's coming, do you?

No, you don't.

Did you... enjoy yourself?

Aye, Captain.

Well, I'm delighted

to have pleased you, Mrs. Mac.

But if it's a military man
who takes your fancy...

Methinks
you sell yourself short, my darling.

Accent hasn't improved much,
I see.

No.

If yer father agreed with you,
I'd be out leading the charge,

not sent home from Brownsville.

The Brownsville thing
doesn't seem that bad to me.

Mama said people were actually

singing and dancing
when they arrived.

Hmm.

You know how to get through
to people.

It's no wonder
they loved you at Oxford.

Well, you know, I had time
to think on my long ride home.

There are already universities
established here.

Harvard, Yale...

MacKenzie University.

There's no MacKenzie University.

Not yet, but then...

That's not a bad idea, actually.

I could teach math.

Honestly, I was just
passing time,

thinking about the old days.

Things being what they are...

Anyway, I gave my oath
to your father

to be in his militia,

and those words
mean something to him...

and to me.

Yeah.

Not the cordial welcome
I'd expect.

Friendly buggers, aren't they?

Yeah, they think
we're Regulators.

We don't want trouble again.

If you've come to violate
the king's peace,

there's a brigade
of redcoats at hand,

ready to give ye
a sound thrashing.

We've no quarrel
with you, neighbor.

On the contrary.

Colonel James Fraser
of Rowan County Militia,

assembled according
to Governor Tyron's orders.

Then we welcome you and
bless you for your kindness.

Not kindness alone.

Governor Tryon has promised

40 shillings
for every man who enlists.

Is there anyone here

willing to take up arms
and join us?

Is that what our lives
are deemed to be worth?

There's no price that can be
put upon a man's bravery.

No doubt the strength of spirit

speaks louder
than the strength of body.

We do aim to keep you
in good spirits, however,

with our shops and the like.

The redcoats are benefiting
from our hospitality

as we speak.

Where are they?

William Reed's Ordinary.

Uh, buy a cask of rum,
have the garrison make camp,

and let them drink
till the barrel runs dry.

Say no more, Colonel.
Your command is our wish.

Ah. Did I not tell
you the colonel

would arrive as promised?

And with daylight to spare.

And wi', uh, a few more men
to stand wi' us, Lieutenant.

50 or so.

Oh. Fetch them both some ale.

A little barbaric, I know,

but in the absence
of more tangible pursuits...

He leaves no trace.

A shadow in the dark, that one.

Aye.

I'm glad to see you,

but there is some unfortunate
news I must share...

From Governor Tryon.

The governor intends

to pardon the leaders
of the Regulator movement.

Full pardons... for everyone?

Exactly.

After everything we've done,

the progress we've made...

He makes no mention of
why he'd order such a thing?

No.

Appeasement, perhaps.

But I worry.

Will it not make us look
foolish or cowardly, even,

in the eyes of our subordinates?

Aye, maybe.

As you know, I did something...

excessive in the jail.

I cannot face knowing

that it might have been
for nothing.

Maybe it's for the best.

Every man deserves
a second chance.

But if you had taken the life
of an incarcerated man‐‐.

You must ask the Lord's
forgiveness and receive it.

Trust me.

There will be
other battles to fight.

Yes, uh, I'm glad to be able
to call you a friend

and to confide in you.

It's a shame.

I am still holding on
to one small hope.

I'm expecting a letter which may give an
indication as to Fitzgibbons' whereabouts.

What d'ye mean?

I petitioned the magistrate

for the prisoner rolls
at Ardsmuir.

I discovered Fitzgibbons
was once incarcerated there.

You believe there may be
fellow prisoners

residing here in the colonies
that might be hiding him?

Leave no stone unturned.

Aye.

As ye say...

'tis all for naught.

Here, have a go.

Ah.

Uh, the pardon doesna extend
to the man's image, then?

Mm.

This may be as close as we come.

Mm.

Maybe.

Between the eyes, Colonel.

As a child,
I used to stare at spiderwebs,

watching and waiting
for an insect to become caught.

While part of me was horrified
by watching the death throes,

I was mesmerized by the way
the tiniest vibrations in the web

would signal the spider
that her prey was near.

I wonder, is time
God's eternal web,

silk strands stretching
through time,

the mildest touch
setting off vibrations

that echo through the eons?

Well, it's about time.

Is that cigarette smoke?

I don't smell anything.

You need to give those up.

You certainly are chipper
this morning.

Giving the nurses
a run for their money, I hear.

I can't help it if Nurse Jeffries
has taken a shine to me.

Go on, give it to me straight,

and no doctor mumbo‐jumbo, eh?

All right.

You have gallstones.

Gallstones?

‐ Mm. ‐ Is that it?

I thought you were going to use
the C word, cancer.

Well, there is another C word
I have to use, unfortunately.

Cholangitis, an infection
in your bile ducts.

I can treat that
with an antibiotic,

but the gallstones
are rather large,

too large to pass naturally.

You'll need a cholecystectomy,

surgery to remove
the gallbladder.

Dr. Randall‐‐

Randall, that's a good
English name, that...

It's my married name.

What you're proposin'
seems quite personal to me.

Be nice if we were on
a first‐name basis.

Mr. Menzies, I do need you
to keep focused.

See?

See, I can tell a Scot
when I see one.

You have some Scottish blood
running through you somehow.

I consider myself American
these days.

Ah, no shame in it.

I married a Yank as well.

He wasn't a Yank, actually.

She passed away.

My Olivia.

Would you believe,
lived here for more than 20 years,

and still no one understands
a damn word I'm saying?

You have a knack
for getting me off topic.

May I go back to discussing your
surgery without interruption, please?

If ye must.

The incision is generally
between five and seven inches

in the upper right section
of your belly,

just below the ribs.

You're gonna gut me
like a fish, then?

Yes,

but first, I'd like to start you

on a course of antibiotics
to treat the infection.

I'll have Nurse Jeffries
run some preliminary tests

for allergies and such.

I don't suppose
there are any other options.

I'm afraid not.

Well, let's go on with it, then.

It's but one more scar,

nothing worth broodin' over.

No swollen tongue or lips.

No rash...

or hives.

Congratulations, Kezzie.

It appears you're not allergic
to penicillin.

So the mold worked?

As far as I can tell.

What?
Ye dinna sound certain, Claire.

Well, the test
isn't always reliable.

Aye, but ye think
all will be well?

Everything you do as a doctor
involves risk.

Even after you've done
everything you can,

there could still be
unforeseen complications,

sometimes even fatal.

The more you can do
to alleviate the risk,

the greater the chance
to save the patient.

Mm.

Now, this dose...

should start the fight
against the infection.

Bring over the other
sterilized instruments, please.

All right, Kezzie.
Drop your britches.

Now...

Lizzie, put the sheet on him.

Mr. Bug,
hold his shoulders tight.

Aye.

Laudanum.

This will start
to take effect quickly.

Lizzie, keep the lantern
close by.

Uh, yes, Mistress.

Open wide.

Hmm.

Well, I'm going to work quickly,

but you need to keep very still.

Head up.

Cork.

Right, just as we practiced.

Scalpel.

Ooh.

Keep the tongue depressed.

There.

Head up. Hold that in there.

Right, I'm going to have
to cauterize the tissue.

Steady.

This can be the tricky part.

‐ ‐

There.

Done.

Lizzie, you can open
your eyes now.

Holy mother of God.

Are you all right?

You're very, very brave, Kezzie.

Now, you need to get your rest.

Lizzie, can you clean him up
and put him to bed?

‐ Mm‐‐ ‐ CLAIRE: No,
don't try to talk.

You'll hurt yourself.

He insists on stayin'
while ye do the same for me.

Then I suppose
we should get started.

Jem, look, look.

Hey, Jem, look.

Shiny.

Is God the spider,

embracing us through
our death and resurrection,

or is he simply
the spinner of the web,

watching as the silk
shimmers and vibrates

through the cosmos...

Awakening the real spiders,

the ones lurking
deep within the recesses

of our own natures?

I was going to wager
this rare beauty.

Double or quits the last card.

Women will do anything
for trinkets, coins, jewels.

Anything at all.

They're yours
for a pretty penny...

or a diamond...

or a ring.

My lass is more concerned
wi' words and deeds.

Is that so?

Since you've no need
of the gemstone,

perhaps you'll be more satisfied

with my pearls of wisdom.

Women are but a tax
we men pay on pleasure.

Did you not play the ace
of hearts in the last hand?

You're mistaken.

It must have been
the ace of diamonds.

You're a wise man,
Mr. MacKenzie.

I wanted to make mushroom soup.

Didn't think
I'd be gone so long.

I was looking for chanterelles
but couldn't find any.

Was he a handful?

What is this?

It's Bonnet's, isn't it?

I wanted to tell you
about this, but...

I was afraid
you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

You know that I went
to Wilmington to see him.

What you said was,
you went to see him hanged.

I did, but...

When I got there, I...

I felt like I needed
to see him in person.

So you spoke to him,

there, in jail?

Yeah.

That's when he gave me
the diamond.

And you kept it?

A gift... from Bonnet?

I kept it for Jemmy,

so that one day,
he could go back through the stones.

R‐Roger, that's his ticket home.

It's our ticket home.

Why, though?

Why?

The Stephen Bonnet I knew
wouldn't give up this diamond

to save his own mother's life.

Bree...

Because...

Because I told him
Jemmy was his.

He‐he was gonna die,

and I thought
that it would be of comfort

for him to know there'd be

something of his
left in this world.

Roger, I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

I‐I didn't know
if you were coming back,

and I was scared,
and I was grieving for you.

They were just words,

words you were never, ever
meant to hear.

Words have consequences.

All these months
since I've been back,

at the wedding,

the blood oath,

you were sure
the child was Bonnet's.

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

You told him so.

You've never said as much to me.

I didn't think I needed to.

Brianna, what do you
truly believe?

In your heart,
what do you truly believe?

I don't believe I've seen you
at the adoration before.

Were you a friend
of Mr. Menzies'?

Claire Randall.

I'm his surgeon,
or I would have been.

Graham was a rare individual.

Always brought a smile
to my face.

Yes, he was good at that.

Do you mind?

Oh, please.

Did you know him well?

No... not in the typical sense.

To be honest,
I'm‐I'm not quite sure why I'm here.

Sometimes even strangers
can find a way into our hearts.

No, what little
I did know of Graham

was how sacred
he held this time.

The promise he made
to his wife to be here.

Outside the love that God has
for his children...

that sort of love and devotion
between man and wife,

there's nothing like it.

Yes.

It reminded me of someone.

Someone I lost.

No one's lost
who's not forgotten.

Perhaps I just needed
to be reminded of that.

Christ.

‐ ‐ Claire!

Roger.

I thought...

I probably would've
missed you, but still.

You're out early.

Ah, I couldn't sleep,
so I thought I'd be productive,

start looking
for some goldenseal

for the twins' recovery.

I could say the same about you.

Ah, hunting...

mostly.

All night?

It's none of my business,
of course, but‐‐.

But you're not buying
the... hunting ruse.

Oh, call it
a mother's intuition.

Oh, I wish I had a bit
of a husband's intuition.

You haven't been married
very long.

Intuition comes
with listening and time.

I have time in spades.

Ah, take it from someone
with a lot of experience,

but marriages
aren't always easy.

Well, you and Jamie...

Oh, forgetting.

Jamie wasn't my first husband.

Yeah, Frank and I...

no, we had
a very complicated marriage.

I'm sorry, Claire.

I‐I didn't mean to dredge up
old memories.

No,

I don't mind talking about it.

No, in fact, I've...

been thinking about that time
a lot lately.

Yeah, Frank and I, we...

we still managed to make
it work for Bree's sake.

But to make it work, you had to
lie to Brianna for most of her life

about her real father.

Do you ever regret that?

No.

No, what was important was
that Bree felt safe and loved

by both her parents.

But telling her the truth
about Jamie, that...

brought the two of you closer.

It did.

So surely, the moral
of the story is,

honesty is always
the best policy.

Not always.

Sometimes the truth
really does hurt.

Brianna was devastated...

and angry

when I told her that Frank
wasn't her real father.

You witnessed that.

There was no way she could've
understood the truth as a child.

It was difficult for me as well.

Trying to find
the right time to tell her...

And, Roger,

don't be careless

with the time you have together.

I appreciate
your honesty, Claire.

I waded across the creek
and found some chanterelles.

I want to explain.

Doesn't... doesn't matter.

I'm sorry, Brianna.

I'm sorry for everything.

There's something else.

Stephen Bonnet is still alive.

What?

And he haunts me, Roger.

I see him everywhere.

What's worse is...

Mrs. Bug told me
an Irishman approached her

and spoke to Jemmy

when we went to Woolam's Creek.

That could've been anyone.

And... Mrs. Bug's
an old busybody.

That might not
have been Bonnet, but...

Lord John confirmed it
at our wedding

that others have seen him
in Wilmington.

Listen.

Listen.

I'm not gonna ask you to
explain why you didn't tell me.

It doesn't matter.
He... doesn't matter.

Because as soon as we know
if Jemmy can travel,

we'll use Bonnet's gem to leave.

As you said,
it's our ticket home.

A pardon for everyone
but Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

Cunning maneuver, isn't it?

Governor Tryon wants
to make an example of him.

Well, treasonous behavior
of this sort

is unforgivable,

which is why His Excellency has ordered
me to continue the hunt for Fitzgibbons.

I'm relieved to hear it,

but, uh, I fear
it'll only encourage

lawlessness
among the Regulators.

Well, we are but
humble servants to the law.

Aye.

Those who follow
the path of the righteous

shall have their reward.

What will become of the militia?

Uh, you are to stand down
and hand over your muster roll.

Then you and your men
can disband and go home.

On your way,
you'll deliver these pardons

to those living in the counties
west of Hillsborough.

Oh, I've no standing.
I'm no sheriff.

No, but you are Scottish,

as are many of the Regulators.

From one Scot to another, the governor
would like you to impress upon them

his desire to be merciful

and... just.

Hmm.

Well, my only regret
is not being able

to assist you in your hunt
for Fitzgibbons.

Allow me to worry about him.

Return to your family.

You have to
promise me one thing.

I'll be back on my feet
by Friday at 4:00.

It's my perpetual adoration
shift at St. Finbar's.

I have heard tell of that.

Then you'll know that someone
must be there at all times

so the blessed sacrament
is never left alone.

I haven't missed a day
since Olivia died.

It's my way of keeping
her close.

I like to think it's her way
of keeping me close too.

You know, sometimes
I feel her presence there.

You remind me of someone
I met in Scotland years ago.

We lost touch.

He must have been a fool.

Well, if he was,
then I was equally so.

Hmm.

Scotland, eh?

I never stop missing it.

Always planned to get back
to the Western Isles.

Well, maybe
once you're on the mend.

That time has passed,
I'm afraid.

Uh, my wife, Olivia,
is buried here, God rest her soul,

and I could never leave her.

I will do my best.

I'll get you started
on a course of penicillin

for the cholangitis.

You'll be ready
for surgery tomorrow.

It's a date.

Ah, Colonel.

Please, come in.

The, uh, muster roll,

as requested by the governor.

Splendid.

You'll find every man who
pledged his oath to the militia.

Since we're parting ways
in the morning,

would you consider
a game of chess?

You bested me last time.

Please give me the opportunity
to even the score.

One game.

That's the spirit.

Sit, please.

Part of me envies you,

that you'll soon be home...

resuming a citizen's life.

Hmm.

Aye.

It's a relief

to finally put down
the sword and pistol

and pick up the axe and shovel.

Hmm. Mm.

One more soldier
lost to the land.

He died?

Well, what happened?

Anaphylaxis.

Apparently,
a penicillin reaction.

I'm sorry, Dr. Randall.

Why wasn't I notified?

I‐I‐I don't know. I'm new here.

Well,
that's no excuse. I should've been called.

I‐I'm so sorry.

Thought I might find you here.

Joe Abernathy.

Doctor and a detective.

Ah, The Impetuous Pirate.

Just something I picked up
at the surgeon's lounge.

Who do you think put it there?

I never took you for a
romance novel kind of guy.

Takes my mind off things.

Yours too, I'm guessing.

I must be the talk
of the third floor.

The fourth floor by now.

Something about
Graham Menzies...

I let myself get attached
to the patient.

It happens sometimes.

Jesus, Claire,
we're doctors, not robots.

It's not just that.

Do you ever feel as if...

as if everything is

pointing you towards something

but you can't quite put
your finger on what it is?

I mean, you can feel it,
or you can sense it somehow.

Ah, you're going to think
I've come unhinged.

Look,

there's clearly something
on your mind,

but in my opinion,

the problem isn't in the brain.

The problem is in the heart.

At the risk of sounding...
sentimental,

had we gone to battle,

there's no man I'd have
rather had by my side.

That's kind of you.

'Tis a rare thing
in this world to...

meet people of a like mind.

‐ Indeed. ‐ Hmm.

And I know you share
many of my concerns:

Principally, that men
like Fitzgibbons never change.

Our duty is to the law.

We will see justice done.

Hmm. Excuse me.

Ah, mm‐hmm. Thank you.

- ‐ For your trouble.
- ‐.

Is that the document you
were expecting from Scotland?

Mm, a transcript of the
Ardsmuir prison roll after Culloden.

If I present this
to the governor

and news of it
is circulated, then‐‐.

You'll find my name
on that prison roll.

Oh, I'm certain I will.

I'm certain there is more than
one James Fraser in Scotland.

Aye...

But only one from Broch Tuarach.

It is written here that Fitzgibbons
has the surname Fraser.

My godfather.

Fitzgibbons is his middle name.

What kind of deceitful devil
wears the guise of honor

and talks of justice and mercy?

You released those men
in Hillsborough.

Everything you did,
it was all for his sake.

Believe of me what you will,

but Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser
is a good man.

As God is my witness,
I will do what must be done.

Damned if I'll be in league
with a traitor.

I'm no traitor.

I've cheated death

in the duty
of other men's ambitions.

I've got the scars to prove it.

And I've done so
without complaint.

But I will not stand by and
watch my kin hunted like a dog

for protecting those
that can't protect themselves.

Tryon will put a rope
around your neck.

And tell me,

what would you have done
in my place?

I would never break my word,

betray my oath
to king and country.

You will do me the service
of standing down

while I call for your arrest.

First and foremost,

I swore an oath to my family.

Surely you must understand.

You're a good man.

I took a life in that jail,

and you stood by and pleaded
for mercy on their behalf.

I believed you were a good man.

Which of us is it, then?

Hmm?

Which of us is righteous?

Knox...

It cannot be both.

Knox!

Forgive me...

for not affording you
a soldier's death.

Not a word, or I'll throttle ye.

Fire! Fire! ‐.

Fetch a physician!

Let's go.

Milord, it's‐it's
Lieutenant Knox.

Yes. Nothing more
we can do for him.

Careful, Sassenach.

What's wrong?

Eh.

‐ ‐ Found him in an alley,

wanting for his mother's milk.

Mm, couldna leave him behind.

He's been surviving
on insects and earthworms.

Took an instant liking
to each other,

did we no', Adso?

Adso?

Is that a name?

It is.

Was the name of my mother's cat

when I was a wee lad.

This one here is identical.

Insects and earthworms.

Aye.

I bet you'd kill
for a saucer of milk.

That was my intention.

He can keep the vermin
from your surgery.

They'd have
to be very small vermin.

Ah, he'll grow.

Man.

I guess you never really know
what's coming, do you?

No, you don't.

Actually, I've been thinking
about that a lot lately.

How would you feel about
taking a trip to London with me?

I have finals, and‐‐.

After your exams.

What about the hospital?

Well, I've already requested
a leave of absence.

You're taking time off?

Can't believe it.

Why London?

Your father wanted to bring you
there before he died.

Let me?

I'd have to cancel
my summer classes.

‐ Uh‐‐ ‐ Please, Bree.

It's important to me that
we spend this time together.

‐ ‐ Shh.

Oh.

Thank you for my gift.

I have much to tell you
about Hillsborough.

But first,

I can see you have something
on your mind.

Do you remember me
telling you about a...

a former patient of mine,

Graham Menzies?

Menzies.

Aye.

Aye, you told me his death
was but a rare occurrence.

It was.

Do you know
what I finally realized

after all these years?

Just how much I owe him.

His death had
a profound effect on me,

so much so that I took
a leave of absence from work

and went to London with Brianna,

and that was where I learned
of Reverend Wakefield's passing.

Had we not attended
that funeral,

we would never
have crossed paths with Roger

or...

or found you.

Welcome home, Soldier.

God the infinite,

God the merciful,

God the eternal.

Someday, I will stand
before God,

and I will receive answers
to all my questions

about everything
in his universe,

and I do have many questions.

But I won't ask
about the nature of time.

I've lived it.

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