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This world may change...

But that will never change.

Must get a message
to Murtagh, then.

If he can be warned,
maybe he can

convince his men to retreat.

I’ll deliver the message
to Murtagh.

You cannot win.
You do not win.

The history has been written.

Then I do fight.

Ye’re with the militia,
are ye?

I came to warn you about Tryon.

So ye’re a traitor.

I released ye from yer oath.

I’d never betray yer mother,

no matter who asked.

Murtagh?

Roger?

Bree.

Fear not,
it’s not life or death.

Just a bit of red pen...

or is it, Mr. Jones?

I’m sorry, sir?

Is it life and death,
do you think?

I...I don’t suppose so, sir.

But I was wondering,
what does it mean

when you write the term
so‐and‐so "was finally able
to bury the hatchet"?

We all know that means
to make peace in some way,

but can you tell me
why anyone would go

to the trouble of burying one?

Perhaps you should
just go, then.

Unless you have any last words
for us before ye leave.

"I came, I saw, I conquered."

Not quite what I’m looking for,
Mr. Morgan.

And those were not
Caesar’s last words.

Although he did meet
an unhappy end.

Stay, Mr. Jones.

I wanted to see
if you’d agree with me,

because I do believe
it’s a question
of life and death.

Your essays on famous
last words were forgettable.

I wanted you to really think
about why

people say what they say

and perhaps to consider

what your own final words
might be, given the chance.

What does it matter, sir?

This is history,
not creative writing.

Because people live and die
by their words.

They shape our thoughts
and deeds.

Often, they define us.

Like bullets, once fired,

well, we can’t take ’em back.

They have impact,

so choose them wisely.

Make them meaningful.

Live a life worthy of them...

especially your last words.

They outlive us.

And what will yours be, sir?

It is my dying wish,
O Lord...

that my students write
structured arguments...

Supported by evidence
and legible handwriting, amen.

No, really, sir.

I’d say...

I’d say let history
forget my name...

So long as my words
and my deeds

are remembered
by those I love.

That’s all for today.

Until next week.

You’re early.

Couldn’t resist the chance
to see you in action.

And if you wanna make
The Great Train Robbery,

we need to get a move on.

Yeah, are you sure
you’re all right

with a silent movie marathon?

You aren’t just humoring me?

No, I am.

But you suffered
through an entire lecture

about suspension bridges.

So fair is fair.

Would those really be
your last words?

Everything looks good.

Your throat’s healing nicely.
Scar’s faded.

How do you feel?

You really should try
to speak, Roger.

It’ll sound croaky at first,
but it’s perfectly normal.

Maybe just try to whisper.

All right, well...

just know that I’ll be
teaching Jem to say

"sweater" and "aluminum."

It’s not gonna be "jumper"
or "aluminium."

70% of communication
is nonverbal.

Who needs words anyway?

We can pretend we’re in one
of those silent movies

we used to go and see
in Oxford or Kenmore Square.

Lord John has brought
a‐a whole trunk

of books and gifts.

Would you like to come up
to the house to see him?

All right, well...

I’ll go with you.

Coward, whichever way
you look at it.

My roommate from MIT, Gayle...

she had this boyfriend
who went to Vietnam.

I didn’t really know him
all that well, but...

she asked me to go with her
to see him a few times
after he got back.

He’d been back almost a year
when I first went.

I don’t really know
what I was expecting, but...

He was like a zombie...

Just no life in his eyes
at all.

Gayle called it
his "thousand‐yard stare."

He was hit by some shrapnel,

but he wasn’t
seriously injured.

Yeah, we would call that
"war neurosis."

Shell shock.

It’s been months now,

and you said that Roger
is physically fine.

So maybe it is war neurosis.

I mean, it must be mental...

psychological...

It’s like he’s drowning
in silence.

And he has that same
thousand‐yard stare
in his eyes.

I’m afraid he’s lost.

No matter how lost he is...

you just have to have faith
that you find him.

I thought perhaps I could have
had a headstone made for him.

I ken ’tis no’ my place.

Murtagh and I were not
husband and wife.

Neither were we
father and son, but...

it doesna make
the pain any less...

Or easier to bear.

He was as stubborn
as yer father.

If only he’d stayed
by your side.

He did.

He kept his vow to me...
to my mother.

He was loyal above all.

We canna fault him for that.

Your carriage awaits, Mistress.

Ye’ll give my thanks
to Claire once more.

Aye.

Well...

Good‐bye, Auntie.

How careful we’d be if we kent

which good‐byes were our last.

"I offer my apologies
for the injury done
to your son‐in‐law.

It was
a most regrettable error."

Governor Tryon
has granted Roger

5,000 acres in the backcountry.

What?
Why?

Compensation.

Or perhaps he thinks
he can buy your forgiveness.

And what will we do
with 5,000 acres?

It won’t undo
what’s happened to Roger...

but it’s a valuable tract
of land.

Tryon can keep his land.
I don’t need land.

I need my husband back.

I brought something...

something that always
made me feel as though

I had the wisdom of the heavens
in the palm of my hand.

The astrolabe is, in many ways,
a model of the universe,

an instrument you can use
to find your position,

whether on land or at sea.

You can even use it
to tell the time.

To find our place in the world?

Perhaps we should start
with something small.

How ’bout telling the time?

So...

If the sun was there...

that would mean...

5:30.

5:35.

Well, I guess we don’t have
all the answers.

No.

Sometimes
we must have patience.

Thank you, John.

Glad to see you’ve found a way
to distract yourself.

Been a difficult few months.

Is there a medicine for grief
in your time?

Some of yer
wee invisible beasties

to gnaw away at it?

Unfortunately not.

I don’t think there’ll
ever be a cure for that.

Except maybe time.

Well, they say time
heals all wounds.

Hello?

‐ Hey.
‐

What on earth is Roger doing?

He is working on the stairs
for the loft.

D’ye think he might stop
for a wee while?

We brought you some leftovers.

See if I can pry him away
from his newfound passion
for woodwork.

Careful now,
.

That’s a new one.

Aye, it means "my blood."

Thought that was
.

Aye, it is, but that’s
blood that comes out
when ye wound yerself.

is something you say
to a bairn, mostly...

One ye’re related to,
of course.

It’s lovely.

Tea’s ready.

Stop!

It’s okay.

Oh, darling.
Jamie.

Roger.

Roger, you spoke.

Can you ge‐can you say
something else?

Does it hurt?

Can you just try?

Try for me.

One, two, three,
four, five, six...

Seven, eight,
nine, ten.

Let’s find Grand‐da.

‐ Find Grand‐da.
‐

‐ Ah! Yeah, ye found me!
‐

Yay!
Should we do it one more time?

One, two, three, four,
five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.

Claire, take Jemmy
and go to the cabin.

‐
‐ Now.

Christ.
It’s Ian.

Ian!

We thought we’d never
see you again.

Will anyone be coming
after ye, lad?

Not unless he has
any vengeful kin.

Oh, we’ll eat well tonight...

In celebration.

Bree, Roger!

‐
‐

It is really good to see you.

Aye.

Well, lad, what d’ye think?

It’s...big.

A lot of work went into it.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Thankfully,
all the settlers helped.

I can butcher the boar for us,
if ye’d like.

Ian, you just got here.

Don’t you want to settle in?

Ye must be hungry.
I’ll have one of the men do it.

Or Marsali.

You should see her
wi’ a knife.

I killed him.
I’ll do the butchering.

Of course,
whatever you like.

Come.

D’ye mind if I stay outside
a bit longer?

Make yerself at home, lad.

What does my future hold?

That one’s called the lover.

How many bairns
is too many, Fergus Fraser?

For Roger MacKenzie now.

The hanged man.

Uh...

Um...

it was my mistake.

We’ll try again.

Let’s‐let’s try again,
Roger.

What’s the matter?

What’s this?

Nothing.

Just a bit of harmless fun.

They are just cards,
you know.

Talk to me, Roger.

It doesn’t matter to me
how you sound.

I know this is hard.

Your voice, it’s...

your gift.

But you’re still you.

You’re still the man I married,
and I want him back.

Please.

It’s not even
that you won’t talk.

You won’t engage.

I know how badly
you were hurt...

‐
‐ And how scared
you must have been.

But I went through
something awful too,

something dark and ugly.

And believe me,
all I wanted to do

was to crawl
into a hole and die,

and sometimes I still do.

But I didn’t, and I don’t,

because I have a husband
and a son who need me!

I fought for us!

And now I need...

I need you.

Jemmy needs you.

I have been...patient.

But I need to know...

I need to know that you

are not lost and gone forever.

Are you coming back?

Are you going to fight for us?

I made you some special
almond hog’s pudding.

I remember it’s one
of yer favorites.

It is.

I thank ye, Lizzie.

Lord...

We thank ye for this meal...

but above all,

We thank ye for bringing
Young Ian home to us.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

What a tale you must have
to tell.

Start at the beginning,
and don’t leave anything out.

Ye already ken
the beginning...

and we’re eating
the ending for supper.

What about the‐the in‐between?

Were the Mohawk good to ye?

What were they like?

They were...

good people.

Hmm.

Do you have plans
to return north?

Back to the Mohawk?

No.

Bree, have ye, uh,
discussed the new land deed

from Governor Tryon?

We’re, um,
thinking about it.

If we’re to hold on
to this land...

we need to have it properly
surveyed and registered.

I’m not sure Roger
is able to take on

something like that
just yet.

Maybe we can send
one of the men.

If Myers wasn’t away trading...

Maybe Ian will be willing
to go wi’ him.

Ye ken how it’s done, lad?

Ye helped us mark out
our boundaries at the Ridge

when we first came.

Will ye do this
for yer cousin?

It’d...

be a great help
to Roger and to us.

Let’s give him some time
to think about it.

‐Aye.
Unfortunately,

our guest chambers
aren’t ready upstairs yet,

but you’re welcome
to the bed in the kitchen.

Thank ye.

Ian.

Lad...

what are ye doing out here?

I couldna sleep.

Is the bed not to your liking?

I’ve not been used
to having a bed

in a house
this grand, Uncle.

Aye.

We, uh...

we’re overjoyed
to have ye back.

But ye seem out of sorts.

Ye’re not yerself.

What happened
with the Mohawk, lad?

Ye can talk to me about it
if ye like.

I canna give ye
the truth of it now.

I dinna have the words.

But there are things ye keep
hidden from others...

ye and Claire both.

Aye.

I understand.

It makes me heartsick
to see ye troubled so.

Ye need no’ worry for me.

Well, then, um...

I’ll just sit here a wee while,
if ye dinna mind.

I dinna mind.

Do they hurt?

Mine hurt from playing.

They’re no’ bruises, lad.

I chose them.

Germain Fraser,
what are ye up to?

I’m so sorry.

Dinna mind.

Sometimes it feels as though
I’m herding cats.

Two bairns
is trouble enough,

but wi’ another one
on the way...

then keeping up
wi’ the gardening

and the sewing

and helping Claire
in the surgery,

I’m at my wits’ end
before noon.

Of course, I wouldna have it
any other way.

Bairns are only lent to us
for a short time
by the Creator...

if we’re lucky.

I suppose...

Mine are lucky to have
wee brothers and sisters...

like the Murrays.

I only have a wee sister,
Joanie.

She wasna as strong‐willed
as yer Janet,

I recall.

My sister always had
a mind of her own.

Aye.

She was a mischief‐maker.

Tell the truth, I was always
a wee bit jealous...

Wi’ only my ma and sister
for company at Balriggan.

Ye must miss yer family.

I do miss Ma and Joanie.

Only....

sometimes I feel guilty
about how happy I am here...

And how I’ve...

come to be at home
in this family.

I feel I belong.

Is that terrible?

No.

’Tis a good thing.

Bairn’s kicking.

He’ll be joining us
before too long.

I’m glad ye’ll be here
to welcome him...or her.

I’m so glad Ian is going
with you on the survey.

Before you leave, I wanted
to give you something.

You told me that
you had a toy airplane

when you were a boy.

I didn’t get to finish
my degree,

but I do know a little
something about aerodynamics.

I know that
a sheet of paper

is not made to fly,

but sometimes we have to...

adjust our expectations

to bend and reshape ourselves.

There’s a reason that
the first wedding anniversary
gift is supposed to be paper.

And after the pressures
of 60 years, it’s diamond,

the hardest substance on Earth.

I want our marriage to grow
into something that strong.

I love you...Roger Mac.

24.

Ye dinna need to thank me.

I came on my own.

Did Brianna
no’ give this to ye?

Ye trust me not to break it?

Marsali.

Have you prescribed anyone
some water hemlock?

No.
Why?

It’s just,
there’s some missing.

There’s only one root left.

I thought maybe
you prescribed it

to someone for a migraine or‐‐

I wouldna touch the stuff,
being wi’ child.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

It’s just, it’s so dangerous.

I could have sworn we had
at least four or five pieces
of the root left.

What’s that?

A paper bird?

It flies but doesna sing.

Couldna always understand
the Mohawk.

Sometimes I’d talk
to the birds instead...

so I didna feel so alone.

Do ye ever wonder

how they ken which way to go
when winter comes?

And they always seem to...

they always seem
to go together.

Wish it was as easy
for us as well.

Were ye dreaming?

Wherever you thought
you were,

we’re both still here.

Jamie.

Do you think
there’s a chance

that Roger might not want
to come home?

Why?

There are some herbs missing
from my surgery

that are incredibly poisonous
unless administered correctly
by a physician.

I worry that he might...

Well...when you were suffering

all those years ago...

I didna want
to go on living.

Hang them and leave them
as an example to all.

For your treasonous crimes,

you’ll be hanged
by the neck until dead.

May the Lord have mercy
on your souls.

Why?

Of all people,
why would ye stop me?

I saw ye looking down
at the cliff.

I ken what ye were thinking.

Ye have everything:

a wife that loves ye...

a bairn...

and still, ye dinna
wanna be wi’ them.

When that rope
was around yer neck

and ye were dying...

what did ye see?

What did ye see
in the darkness?

What did ye see?

Tell me, what did ye see?

I saw my wife’s face.

Then there’s no escape?

Even in death,

I would see her face?

What...

What was her name?

It doesna matter now.

Is she dead?

No.

But she’s lost to me.

I only wanted the pain to end.

Just to be at peace.

Who can say where your soul
might go if you...

If you could be parted
forever...

not only from her
but from all who love you.

So what now?

Go home?

Ye’re a fine one to talk.

Ye buried yer weapon,
yer voice.

Now ye dare
to use it against me.

Ye’re right.

I did.

But now I have
to pick it up again and fight.

Can you?

I dinna ken.

Then dig up your weapon...

And come home with me
until you do.

Brianna.

Don’t tell me you’re at
a loss for words now.

No.

No, it’s just...

I have been so scared.

Me too.

Because even though
I was saved...

Part of me died that day.

I know how that feels.

Trust me, I know.

Everybody wants
the old Roger back.

But I’ll never be
that man again.

I studied history.

I taught it.

Now I’m living it.

When I saw that tarot card,
I thought,

"This is who I am now..."

"The hanged man."

Maybe this was my fate.

My own ancestor
tried to kill me.

Maybe I wasn’t meant
to exist.

That is not true.

Perhaps not.

But I have changed.

Remember when you asked me
about my last words?

Yeah.

I thought I knew
what they’d be.

What mattered
was the last face I saw.

That face was yours.

Roger.

I’ll always sing for you.

No matter what,
no matter where...

Whether you’re there to hear

or even if my voice
isn’t able...

I will always sing for you.