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Previously...

You live in a brothel?
Is it because you're such a good customer?

Monsieur Malcolm.

Madame Jeanne.

She keeps a room for me

'cause I'm often abroad,
attending to business.

Ian Murray, mistress.

Are you Jenny and Ian Murray's son?

Aye.

I'm your aunt. Claire.

What exactly is the nature
of your work with my husband?

That would be
a better question for Mr Malcolm.

Do you want to tell me
what it is that you do?

I am a printer.

Printing seditious pamphlets
is not all that profitable.

What else have you been doing?

A wee bit of smuggling on the side.

- Smuggling what?
- Whisky.

Seems a trifle light, Mr Malcolm.

Who the hell are you? Get out, now...

Sing me a song

Of a lass that is gone

Say, could that lass

Be I?

Merry of soul

She sailed on a day

Over the sea

To Skye

Billow and breeze

islands and seas

Mountains of rain and sun

All that was good

All that was fair

All that was me

ls gone

Sing me a song

Of a lass that is gone

Say, could that lass

Be I?

Merry of soul

She sailed on a day

Over the sea

To Skye

- You come any closer, I'll...
- You'll what?

Now I'm not even gonna bed you.
I'm just gonna kill you.

Sassenach.

What the devil happened?

Sassenach.

I was downstairs, and I came back.

I found him rummaging through your things.

He grabbed me. I fought him off, but...

It all happened so quickly.

He's breathing!

Sassenach.

Sassenach, what are you thinking?

I can't let him suffer.
I have to do something.

Why? He attacked you.

Because I'm a doctor.

An epidural haematoma.
I'm going to have to relieve the swelling.

Aye?

Who is it?

Me, Milord. I'm with Madame Jeanne.

Some of the ladies said
they heard a struggle in your bed chamber.

She was defending herself.

Please, help me get him on the bed.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

Sassenach... Let God take him.

I have to try and save him, Jamie.

You understand?

Please.

- You have some whisky?
- Aye.

Over there.

Ye said he was searching
for something in the room.

Yes, your ledgers.

John Barton.

An excise man.

This is very bad, Milord.

Aye.

It seems Sir Percival is of the mind
I'm not keeping to our agreement.

What agreement?

He turns a blind eye
to the sale of my illegal liquor

in exchange
for a large portion of the profit.

But our business pursuits
have expanded beyond Edinburgh,

and I havena apprised him of the matter.

You think he has word we've been trading
as far as Dundee and Arbroath?

Aye. Yeah, maybe.

Just yesterday, he attempted
to extort more money from me.

He must have employed this man to find out
where I've stowed my hidden casks.

So he's a crooked agent
of the Crown, then.

Aye. When this man doesna return,

Sir Percival will come round
looking for him.

That is quite a problem, Monsieur Malcolm,

considering the casks
Sir Percival is searching for

are hidden in my basement.

Well, not for long.

No harm will befall you on my account.
You have my word.

Allow me to send one
of my more discreet girls

to put everything in order right away.

Please.

Ask her for some hot water and a basin,

and I'll need some surgical implements.

A trephine. Send her
to the barber surgeon. He'll have one.

- A what?
- Whatever for?

A drill to bore a hole in his skull.

I will see what I can do...
Madame Malcolm.

Thank you.

Gather the lads.
I'll inform them of events shortly.

Aye.

I still have some time.

I'll need to go to the apothecary,
get some laudanum and things.

Will you stay with him until I come back,
in case he wakes?

He doesn't deserve your mercy.

Maybe not.

Once he's recovered,
you can turn him over to the authorities.

I ken ye've just returned,

so maybe ye dinna recall
the workings of the law in this time.

But all they'll see is that you were alone

with a man that's not yer husband,
in a brothel.

- I'm not a whore.
- Doesna matter.

If the City Guard come here,

they'll arrest you
for having assaulted him.

I'll have to hurry.

Stubborn as always.

Well, do as you must.

I've casks to rid myself of.

I'll send a man up to watch over him
while we're gone.

I admire a woman
who values the sanctity of human life.

Then you can be the one to go up
and keep an eye on him.

'Tis weak-minded if ye ask me.
Try to kill a man, then heal him.

Only wish that we could kill him.

I've been wantin' to gut
a filthy excise man for years.

Well, Milady's always been a unique woman.

Aye.

What about the print shop, Uncle Jamie?

If Sir Percival sent men here,
he may look there as well.

Let him look.
I dinna keep casks at the shop.

Aye, but you do keep other items there.

Sir Percival doesna ken that,
and he never will.

No one will find a trace of the pamphlets.

They're well hidden.

Besides, movin' them now would be
more dangerous than leavin' 'em be.

Particularly now that ye're
under Sir Percival's watchful gaze.

Which is why I'm entrusting you

with the selling
of the casks, without delay,

even if it means taking a loss.
We canna risk them being discovered.

I willnae disappoint ye, Uncle Jamie.

That's why I tasked ye with it.

Do ye have anything
that might calm nerves?

An old wise woman said
that mandrake root would do the trick.

Nah, I dinna keep that root.

Caused frightful symptoms, I'm afraid.

I'm so sorry. I don't mean to be rude,

but I have a situation
that requires immediate attention.

Please wait your turn, madam.

But it's urgent.

So, too, is the health of my dear sister.

And what of hemlock?

'Tis said that it aids symptoms
such as hers.

I'm an experienced healer.

I would be happy to treat your sister
if you just allow me to go ahead of you.

Free of charge?
In recognition of my generosity?

Of course.

Thank you.

I'll need a bottle of laudanum,
some ground yarrow root, and tormentil.

And please hurry,
a man's life is at stake.

You seem to ken yer remedies.
What ails the poor man?

It's a severe head wound.

Aye.

My sister's condition
relates to her head as well.

But 'tis more
of a nervous complaint of sorts.

- That'll be two shillings, madam.
- Yes.

Thank you. I have to go,
but I can pay your sister a visit later.

I'd be grateful.

You can call on us at Henderson's
in Carubbers Close.

Campbell is the name.
Archibald and Margaret Campbell.

Thank you.

Fifty for the lot of 'em.

McDaniel, ye're looking at
100 pounds worth of fine brandy here.

French brandy,
imported from Cognac itself.

It is a truly superior brandy.

You can charge more for that
and make a braw profit.

Fifty.

I like ye, McDaniel,

so I'll not be put off
by yer paltry offering. Seventy-five.

Seventy.

I'll no go higher.

Without the Crown's seal,

I'm the one taking all the risk
possessing your contraband.

Seventy-five pounds,

and you'll get three cask
of the crème de menthe as well.

What do ye say?

I'm no a man
to refuse liquors at no charge.

Ye have a bargain.

Ye're a good man. Thank you.

I'll send up a few lads
to give you a hand.

You even managed to rid us
of some of that crème de menthe.

Do you remember Auntie Claire
all those years ago?

I was no more than a boy,
but I remember her well.

Well, what was she like?

Spirited and incredibly brave.

Milady was fearless
in the battles prior to Culloden.

She would heal men
who'd been cut in half by swords,

blown to pieces by cannon fire...

Without flinching.

She saved many lives,
though there were rumours.

What kind of rumours?

That Milady took a few lives as well.

She's not a woman
you want to cross, mon ami.

If Auntie Claire was forced to kill men,
likely they deserved it.

Even so, she has created
a bit of a catastrophe, no?

Aye.

Hold his legs.

What are you doing?

Well, the bastard woke
and started making considerable noise.

He's having a lucid interval.
It happens with a brain injury.

You can't be rough
with his head like that!

You ken a better way to keep him quiet?

Yes.

Remove the stock.

Remove it.

Left pupil's dilated.

The pressure's building up
inside the skull.

I'm going to have to operate immediately.
Yi Tien Cho, untie him.

Of course, Honourable Wife.

- Aye?
- Monsieur Malcolm?

- What is it?
- Sir Percival is here to see you.

I'll be down straight away.

Sir Percival.

Here for a midday romp?

I can assure you, Mr Malcolm,

my interests today
relate only to business.

Perhaps a quick taste
after our business is concluded?

Don't make me regret hiring you.

I'm here to search these premises at once.

And what cause have ye to do that?

You are withholding from me, Mr Malcolm.

I assure you, Sir Percival,

there is nothing
hidden in my establishment.

But don't take our word for it.
Ye're welcome to see for yourself.

Of course I am.
I certainly don't need your permission.

Won't this kill him?

No.

But the pressure on his brain will
if I don't release it.

There...

The clot's released.

Well, don't just stand there!
Search with me!

Get over here.

Is that brandy?

No, Sir Percival. It's just water.

We have a leak. It is why I cannot store
anything of value down here.

There's nothing 'ere!

How can we be sure?

We've searched the whole basement.

I know you're up to something,
Mr Malcolm.

I'll be watching you!

Christ.

I barely got rid of Sir Percival.
This ends now.

Sassenach.

Well, he's dead...

So you've got your wish.

Honourable Wife fought hard for his life.

Put best foot forward.

Aye. Well...

I'll no grieve
for the man that tried to kill my wife.

Fetch Lesley and Hayes.
I'll need help moving the body.

'Tis better this way, Sassenach.

Ye tried, but God took him.

God has nothing to do with this.

I failed him.

If I'd been in a proper hospital
or in Boston, I...

But ye're not in Boston.

I don't expect you to understand, but...

I've dedicated the past 14 years
to respecting human life,

to healing people without judgement.

I work hard.

I don't often lose a patient.

There'll be other chances
to put your knowledge and skills to use.

Others to save.

Like ye did last time you came.

I suppose you're right.

I've caused you so much trouble.

Just dropped in out of the clear blue sky.

Put your livelihood...

- Your life, in jeopardy.
- Sassenach.

You came thousands of miles
and 200 years to find me.

I'm grateful that you are here,
no matter the cost.

I would give up everything I have
for us to be together again.

Don't ye see?

Ever since you left, I...

I've been living in the shadows.

And then you walked into
the print shop, and...

It was as if the sun returned

and cast out the darkness.

I have another patient to see.

I won't be long.

Patient?

And who might that be?

Margaret Campbell.

I met her brother at Haugh's,
and I offered to examine her.

But ye dinna ken who these people are.

Ye canna go alone.

Fergus will escort you.

As you said, I've travelled
thousands of miles and 200 years.

I can certainly manage
to get across town alone.

Aye, but Sir Percival...

Sir Percival doesn't know who I am...

Or...

Or what I've done
to the man who worked for him.

You will

return...

Afterward?

Of course.

To a master salesman!

Thanks to you,
we made a handsome profit today.

- Ye think so?
- Aye.

You have a natural gift
when it comes to business,

just like Milord.

I've been meaning to ask ye.

Does French brandy really
increase the firmness of a cock-stand?

Well, in my experience,
the result is quite the opposite,

but all that matters is that I convinced
the buyer that it does, non?

Aye. Ye had me convinced.

We make a good pair.

Perhaps we should venture
to open a business of our own one day.

There's money to be made
in this city, and...

Mademoiselle Brighid.

I see you watching her
every time we're here.

She's enchanting, no?

Bonny.

What are you doing?

Tonight is the night
you do more than just look.

Well, I've never

bedded a lass before.

Then this is your opportunity, brother.

Well, how old were you when...

Fifteen. A ménage à trois.

- A what?
- Two women and one moi.

Christ.

It was a rather religious experience.

I dinna ken what to do.

The art of seduction can be mastered thus.

First, you must look into her eyes

and tell her how beautiful she is.

Second, offer her a drink,
whatever her heart desires.

Simple enough.

And the pièce de résistance
is perhaps the most important part.

What is it?

Repeat one and two.

What can I fetch ye?

Nothin'.

Nothing? Are ye sure?
Yer friend just beckoned me over.

Ye're the bonniest lass
I've ever set eyes on.

Can I offer ye a drink?
Whatever yer heart desires.

Whisky.

Margaret.

I've brought someone to see you.

Will ye no look alive?

We have a guest.

Can they come back later, Archie?
I'm very tired.

It's no a client, Margaret. It's a healer.

What have you given her?

A few drops of laudanum, to keep her calm.

Do you hear 'em?

Do you hear the tree toads' lullaby?

And the moon.

The moon be choking with blood.

Ye best be careful.

Abandawe will devour ye!

Abandawe! Abandawe! Abandawe!

Her pulse is strong.

But you shouldn't give her
any more laudanum.

It's far too potent for daily use.

D'ye ken the meaning of what she said?

No.

I'd be happy to translate her vision...
For a modest fee.

So you're fortune tellers.

Aye.

Margaret's a seer, but isn't able
to articulate what she sees.

Without me to decipher the message,

her visions are no more
than raving gibberish.

Does she have trouble sleeping?

Aye. Some nights, she canna rest at all.

Nightmares plague her fiercely.

Does she ever sit still,

unresponsive, for long periods of time?

Aye.

Starin' at the walls.

When she's in such a state,
I canna get her to talk,

let alone move.

Mr Campbell, from what I can discern,
your sister isn't a seer.

She's suffering from a mental disorder.

Aye. As I told ye earlier,

Margaret's been soft in the head
since she was a bairn.

Do you have any writing implements?

Aye. On the desk.

These are instructions for mistletoe tea.

Whenever Margaret is agitated,

you can give her the tea
with a few drops of tansy oil.

And...

You can make a tea
with valerian to help her sleep.

Are you sure simple teas
are enough to keep her subdued?

Well, why would you want to subdue her?

Margaret has a great deal of curiosity
when she has her wits about her.

She marches up to strangers.

She touches them and tells them
things they didn't ask to hear.

It scares them something awful sometimes,
putting me in a very difficult position.

Of course, it's different
when they come seeking her talents,

because I can charge them then, you see.

And Margaret enjoys this work?

Aye.

It's the only way
she can engage with people

that doesna give them a fright.

I'd like to come see Margaret
again tomorrow,

if that would be all right.

That's very kind of ye,
but we are departing for the West Indies.

West Indies?

That would be an arduous journey for her.

That's why I need tonics.

I dinna want her
carrying on during our long journey.

Sailors are a superstitious lot.

I canna risk them
pitchin' my sister overboard,

not when we have a wealthy client
to administer to.

Well, when you get to the West Indies,

make sure she eats plenty of fresh fruit.

And, please, no more laudanum.

No more laudanum.

Thank you for your help.

You're welcome.

And safe travels.

I pass the day in pain

When night returns

I feel the smart

And wish for thee in vain...

Ian, you're a terrible singer.

I'm starving cold

While thou art warm

Have pity, and incline

I dinna think it could get any worse.

And grant me for a hap

That charming petticoat of thine

What are ye doin'?

Is this not how it's done?

I thought ye worked out
of a kittle-hoosie?

Aye. I've seen some
of the whores do it like this.

Aye, but I'm no a whore tonight, am I?

No.

You're, without a doubt,

the finest lass I've e'er set eyes on.

Tell me how you like it.
I'll do whatever ye want.

Lie down, and I'll show ye.

What have you done with the body?

The lads hid it
in a cask of crème de menthe,

stored along
with the others at my warehouse.

There are worse places
for one's eternal rest, Claire.

Won't someone
look inside the cask sooner or later?

Not for a long while.

Alcohol slows the decay.

Besides, it's not likely to be broached.

I've never seen a Scotsman
drink crème de menthe.

Dinna fash, Sassenach.

'Twas no more than a wee bit of a chaos.

Nothin' we haven't seen before.

Jamie...

Maybe we could find a place of our own.

And leave the brothel?

Surely you don't expect us
to make a home here.

Well, not forever, perhaps,
but, for now, we have everything we need,

and there's no rent to pay.

Nearly every shilling I earn
is sent to Lallybroch.

Well, I was thinking...

Maybe I could make some money

as a healer.

It felt good today to have a patient.

Perhaps I could work
from the back of the print shop

or open an establishment of my own.

We could build a happy life
here in Edinburgh.

Monsieur Malcolm? A gentleman
named Ian Murray is here for you.

I'll be down at once.

Ian? Well, what's he doing here?

Likely looking for Young Ian.

Dinna mention that you've seen him.

I'll explain later.

Ian?

Ian.

Claire?

It's so good to see you.

It is you, lass.

- We thought you were...
- I know.

I know what Jamie told you.

He thought I'd died
in the aftermath of Culloden.

Jenny and I...

We grieved over ye for years.

Claire believed me to be dead as well.

It was a terrible misunderstanding
that kept us apart.

Where on earth have ye been all this time?

Boston.

I sailed there
when I thought that Jamie had died.

I would have returned sooner,

but I just recently
discovered he was alive.

That's when she came back to find me.
And I'm more than happy she did.

What brings you here?

It's Young Ian.

He's run off again. Have ye seen him?

No. He isna here.

- How long has the lad been gone?
- Weeks.

And the last time my son ran away,
he came to see you.

Are ye sure?

I havena seen him.

Not since I sent him home
with Fergus months ago.

Christ, Jamie.

Well, where else could he be?

Jenny is woefully distressed.

What if he's been taken by a press gang?

If that were to happen,
we'd never see him again.

Dinna fash.

The press gangs will no
be able to thole the lad.

They'll throw him off
before they leave port.

I'm sure he'll appear.

Promise me, if he should turn up here,
ye'll bring him straight home.

Yeah. I will.

Let's not delay yer search any longer.
I'll see you out.

Goodbye for now, Claire.

I hope to see you and Jenny very soon.

Aye.

Claire must have taken yer news well.

I havena told her yet.

That's not something ye want
to hold on to for very long.

I'm waiting for the proper time.
She's only just arrived.

Ye might be waiting forever, then.

All will be well. Ye'll see.

Don't stop.

- Did you not hear that?
- No.

That I heard.

Ye'd better go now.

But what about you?

I'll be fine.

Run out the alley door
and dinna turn back.

Okay.

Go. Now.

What are ye doing
trespassing in my uncle's shop?

You know very well
what I'm doing here, boy.

Where are the casks?

There are no casks,
as you can see with your own eyes.

There's nothing here. Now get out!

Hey, I know that you're party
to your uncle's smuggling.

Tell me, where is he hiding the liquor?

What have we here?

Get away from there!

Hey.

Your uncle's been a busy man.

Betraying Sir Percival is one thing.
Inciting sedition...

Leave! Now!

Stand down!

Bloody hell.

The years apart couldna erase
the meaning behind that look.

Since when do you lie to your family?

Couldna very well tell him

the lad's been helping me
with my smuggling, could I?

You could have at least told him
you'd seen his son.

Ian and Jenny must be in agony.

Aye, but the lad's safe.

Safe?

Risking his neck, working for you
without his parents' permission?

I've tried to send him home twice,
but he keeps coming back.

Better he runs off to be with his uncle
than to some godforsaken place

surrounded by strangers.

On the streets of Aberdeen or Dundee.

But you could have told him.

Trust me, Claire.

Jenny and Ian dinna ken
what's best for the lad.

I'm the only one teaching him
the ways of the world.

This isn't about the ways of the world.

Young Ian ran away from home.

Of course Ian and Jenny
want to know where he is.

And you just lied.

Aye.

And ye shouldna judge me for it.

Have ye forgotten about all
the deceptions we've colluded in?

Yeah, we lied our way
through Paris, did we not?

Did we not just lie to Ian about where
ye've been for the past 20 years?

A white lie to conceal something
that Ian can't possibly understand...

I didn't realise lies had shades.

You have no idea
what it's like to be a worried parent.

You're not the boy's father, Jamie.

No.

I'm Brianna's father.

But I didnae get to raise her, did I?

I didn't have a say
in how you and Frank brought her up,

wearing that...

That wretched thing ye call a bikini.

Even whores have the decency
not to go parading about in the like.

Christ.

I'd forgotten
how bloody rigid this century is.

A woman is either a Madonna or a whore.

So, if Frank and I
had raised Brianna to be a criminal,

taught her how to smuggle
and be a traitor, then you'd approve?

At least her virtue
wouldn't have been endangered.

Says the man living in a brothel.

I'll have you know that Frank
was a wonderful father to Brianna.

Was he, now?

And was he a wonderful husband
to you as well?

What is that supposed to mean?

You asked me...

Did I fall in love with anyone else?

Did you fall in love with him
when you went back?

No.

I cared for Frank very much,

and I loved him, but that was before you.

Monsieur Malcolm!

There is a fire in Carfax Close.

Fire?

The print shop.

Christ.

Ian.

- What are you doing?
- Young Ian...

Sleeps in the back!

- Jamie!
- Make way!

Move back!

Ian.

I've got you.

- Uncle Jamie.
- It's all right, lad.

More hose!

Milady!

We came as soon as we heard.

Where's Milord?

He went inside to get Young Ian.

Keep back, folks!

Keep back! We're doing our best!

Move back there!

There they are, there!

Jamie!

Oh, thank God.

Quick! Clear the way!
Get him on the ground.

Stay back! We're doing our best!

Are you all right?

I think so.

But it isna me ye need to worry about.

A man with a blind eye
broke into your print shop, uncle.

- What?
- He found yer pamphlets.

How?

We started fighting.

He threw me against the panels,
and they opened.

- All right, lad. Calm down.
- But he works for Sir Percival.

Milord, if he gives
the material to Sir Percival,

he'll be able to arrest you
for more than smuggling.

Aye.

Sedition is far worse.

High treason is a capital crime.

Sir Percival arrests me,
he'll be awarded a king's ransom.

I'm heart sorry, Uncle Jamie.

I tried to stop him.

Dinna fash, lad. It wasn't yer fault.

What will you do, Milord?

I'll leave with these two
for Berwick tonight.

Jamie, you have to bring young Ian home,
to his parents...

Where he'll be safe.

Aye, all right.

I'll take the lad home to Lallybroch.

Sir Percival will not
be able to trace me there.

He only kens me
as Alexander Malcolm of Edinburgh.

But first, I have some business to settle.

Yer profits from the sale of the casks,

as well as what is owed
to Lesley and Hayes.

- Get it to them for me, will ye?
- I will.

And stay out of sight.

Likely there's a target
on your back as well as mine.

Aye.

Here's yer share as well.

See if ye can intercept the man
with the blind eye...

- Before he gets to Sir Percival.
- Of course, Milord.

And tell Ned Gowan
to bring news to Lallybroch

regarding the...

That's it. Easy.

...matter I inquired after.

Perhaps there's a better place
for you to take Milady.

Nae, dinna fash, lad.
Balriggan is miles away from Broch Mordha.

Milady does not yet
know about your other wife?

No.

Not yet.

I'll explain everything
once Claire and Young Ian are safe.

Send word when ye can.

Aye.