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CLAIRE: Previously...

For his maintenance.

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.

KNOX: 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.

(SWEEPING ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

JAMIE: Couldna tell ye
at the wedding.

I wanted to be certain.

Confirmed sightings
of Bonnet in Wilmington.

(MAN YELLS)

CHANTER:
* All glory and honor
is yours

* Forever and ever

* Amen *

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

* *

CLAIRE: 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?

(GASPING SOFTLY)

(WARM MUSIC)

(FOOTSTEPS TAPPING)

* *

What is it?

Come and look.

It's paintbrushes.

Paintbrushes.
(LAUGHS)

Ye found it?

(LAUGHS)

I think what we're
supposed to say
is "eureka."

(LAUGHS) Uh,
what does that mean?

(LAUGHTER)

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

(LAUGHS)

Well, uh, eureka, Claire.

(LAUGHS)

Ye found yer penicillin.

(LAUGHS)

CHOIR:
* 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

* Mountains of rain and sun

* All that was good

* All that was fair

* All that was me

* Is 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 *

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

* *

WOMAN:
* Sing me a song

* Of a lass

* That is gone

* Say, could that lass

* Be I? *

CLAIRE: 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.

BRIANNA: 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.

(LAUGHS)

Is everything okay?

You sounded
kind of weird
on the phone.

Yeah.

Actually, I...
(SIGHS)

I just lost
a patient.

Oh, wow. I'm sorry.

He had
an allergic reaction
to penicillin.

Don't we have
tests for that?

(SIGHS)

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?

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

No, you don't.

* *

ROGER:
Did you...enjoy yourself?

Aye, Captain.

(LAUGHS)

Well, I'm delighted

to have pleased you,
Mrs. Mac.

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

(WITH SCOTTISH ACCENT)
Methinks you sell yourself
short, my darling.

Accent hasn't
improved much, I see.

(LAUGHS) No.

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

not sent home
from Brownsville.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
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.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(LAUGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

* *

Not the cordial welcome
I'd expect.

Friendly buggers,
aren't they?

Yeah, they think
we're Regulators.

MAN: 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

forty shillings
for every man who enlists.

Is there anyone here

willing to take up arms
and join us?

(LAUGHTER, MEN MUTTERING)

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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MEN CHEERING)

JAMIE: 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.

Fifty 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?

(UNEASY MUSIC)

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.

CLAIRE: 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?

(SNIFFS)
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.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

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?

(GENTLE MUSIC)

You have a knack
for getting me off topic.

(LAUGHS)

* *

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

If ye must.
(GRUNTS)

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.

(SIGHS)
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.

(WINCES)

(UNEASY MUSIC)

* *

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.

CLAIRE: 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.

(SQUELCHING)

(KEZZIE GROANS)

CLAIRE: Ooh.

Keep the tongue
depressed.

(KEZZIE GROANS)

There.

Head up.
Hold that in there.

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

Steady.

This can be
the tricky part.

(TISSUE HISSES)
(GROANING)

CLAIRE: There.

Done.

(RELIEVED MUSIC)

(GROANS)

(LAUGHS)

Lizzie, you can open
your eyes now.

Holy mother of God.

CLAIRE:
Are you all right?

(SERENE MUSIC)

* *

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.

(BABY SQUALLING)

Jem, look, look.

Hey, Jem, look.

Shiny.

CLAIRE:
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...

(DISQUIETING MUSIC)

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.

(SLAMS TABLE)

You're a wise man,
Mr. MacKenzie.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

* *

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.

(BABY COUGHS AND FUSSES)

Was he a handful?

What is this?

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

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

(SIGHS)

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.

(TENSE MUSIC)

* *

Why, though?

Why?

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

to save his own
mother's life.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

* *

(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

Bree...

(SIGHS) 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?

* *

(DOOR LATCH CLACKS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SOBS)

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

* *

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.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

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.

(INSECTS AND BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

* *

Christ.

(GASPS)
Claire!

Roger.

I thought...

I probably would've
missed you, but still.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(PENSIVE MUSIC)

* *

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.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

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.

* *

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

* *

GRAHAM: 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.

And I haven't missed a day
since Olivia died.

It's my way
of keeping her close.
(LAUGHS)

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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

* *

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.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

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.

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

I-I'm so sorry.

* *

Thought I might
find you here.

(SIGHS)

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.

(LAUGHS) 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.

(WARM MUSIC)

* *

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.

(CHESS PIECE CLATTERS)

'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.

(SIGHS) Our duty
is to the law.

We will see justice done.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Hmm.
Excuse me.

Ah, mm-hmm.
Thank you.

(TENSE MUSIC)

For your trouble.
(COINS JINGLE)

* *

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.

(CHUCKLES)

Aye...

But only one
from Broch Tuarach.

* *

It is written here
that Fitzgibbons
has the surname Fraser.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

My godfather.

Fitzgibbons
is his middle name.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

* *

What kind of deceitful devil
wears the guise of honor

and talks of justice
and mercy?

You released those men
in Hillsborough.

(SCOFFS)

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.

(DISQUIETING MUSIC)

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!

(HEAD THUNKS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

* *

(PANTING)

Forgive me...

For not affording you
a soldier's death.

(UNEASY MUSIC)

* *

(COUGHING)

* *

(COUGHS)

(CAT MEOWS)

Not a word,
or I'll throttle ye.

MAN: Fire! Fire!
(BELL RINGING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Fetch a physician!

(COUGHING)

(MOURNFUL MUSIC)

* *

JAMIE: Let's go.

Milord, it's-it's
Lieutenant Knox.

Yes. Nothing more
we can do for him.

* *

(TRANQUIL MUSIC)

* *

(HORSE WHINNIES)

* *

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Careful, Sassenach.

What's wrong?

Eh.

(CAT MEOWING)
Found him in an alley,

wanting for his mother's milk.

Mm, couldna
leave him behind.

He's been surviving
on insects and earthworms.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(LAUGHS)
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.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

* *

(CAT MEOWS)
Shh.

Oh.

(LAUGHS)

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.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
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.

(TENDER MUSIC)

* *

Welcome home, soldier.

CLAIRE: 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.

* *