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Previously...

- You need more men. - I'll leave tomorrow.

I will promise to stand by your side, Colonel Fraser, sir.

Confirmed sightings of Bonnet in Wilmington.

- Bree doesn't know, does she? - No.

Kezzie and I are indentured to a man who lives not far from here.

Take these lads and the rest of the company

and continue to Brownsville.

Claire and I will go see this Mr. Beardsley.

I must speak with your husband.

Husband's dead.

I would like to purchase your two bond servants.

Keep 'em. I got no use for 'em.

You said he was dead.

He struck me. And then he fell and I couldn't move him.

The baby father's is black.

You hear that?

She isn't yours.

Fanny?

She's not coming back.

She left a deed with the baby.

And indenture papers.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

Halloo the house!

Do not move.

I'm Captain Roger MacKenzie...

in command of a militia serving under Colonel James Fraser of Fraser's Ridge.

We saw you up the road, Morton, you bastard!

You'll pay for what you did!

What do you want with Morton?

None of your concern. Hand him over!

Do you think they're Regulators?

Not unless Morton's secretly a corrupt tax-collector in disguise.

Isaiah! I'm sorry, I had to tell!

I couldn't marry Elijah Ford!

Please, Isaiah, say you'll do right by me!

Don't hurt him!

Alicia.

I'd rather die than be without him!

Have a shred of dignity!

Shouting for all the world to hear of your shame.

Isaiah!

God, what can we do? What can we do?

Oh, Lord, give me courage.

I suppose we'd better do as they ask.

What?

- Turn Morton over to them? - Aye.

We're gonna need some of that whiskey, Fergus.

Are you sure?

Aye. And get a full barrel, please.

A bit of Dutch courage is all we need.

Aye, Captain.

Stand down!

Stand down.

- How was town, mistress? - Good. Busy.

We got paper and books, fabrics, linen, cotton.

Oh! Cannae wait to see them.

And something a little special for you.

- For me? - Mmm-hmm.

They smell like orange blossom.

Thank you, mistress.

Now, let's go inside. And, uh, make stew and dumplings.

What do you think, Mr. Bug?

All that way to town for sugar and savory dumplings again?

Well, we all know you're sweet enough.

- Och, Stop your nonsense. - Mrs. Bug?

Where did Jemmy get this?

While you were collecting the post,

a man ruffled Jemmy's hair and gave him a coin.

Did he say anything?

He said, "What a handsome lad."

And did he take after his mother or his father.

And then just gave him a coin? Did he say anything else?

He was Irish, you see, so,

'cause once they get talking about this and that, it can take all day...

What did he look like?

A gentleman he was. Fair and strong.

Did he have a scar here?

I'm sorry, I dinna recall.

I hope you don't think I would ever let the bairn come in harm's way.

No, no, I know.

I just know all about the Irish gift of the gab, that's all.

Don't want Jemmy's mind filled with superstitious nonsense about luck.

- Let's forget about it. - Aye.

I'll call you when the stew's ready.

Here.

Um, with so many away from the Ridge,

I think maybe we should move into the Big House with everyone.

Aye, mistress.

It is nice to have company.

Isaiah.

How much for a cask?

We'll buy some, and you can be on your way.

Will you oblige me and have a little more?

What are you, whisky merchants?

No.

No, no, as I was saying earlier,

we are militiamen charged by Governor Tryon

to march against the Regulators.

It's tolerable, I'll admit.

Then perhaps I can propose a toast.

To the men of Brownsville... and to the men of the Fraser's Company.

- -...and to the men of the Fraser's Company.

Bon courage!

We've come to notify you of your obligation to provide men.

"Obligation"?

Or opportunity, I should say.

Forty shillings and two shillings every day thereafter for each man.

The only pressing obligation I have is to my daughter.

And these men here, who'll break that boy's neck

without hesitation if I give the word.

What could a young lad like Morton possibly have done

that can't be resolved over a drink?

That bastard's cost me a fortune.

I had a match arranged for my daughter.

Elijah Ford.

Brought with him almost ten acres and a decent trade in tobacco.

I tell her the news and she weeps...

refusing to be wed because Morton got to her first.

Ford won't marry a harlot.

Maybe Morton isn't as fine a match, but would you consider him a suitor?

He's dishonored my daughter.

You know, I told her I'd see him dead at her feet

if ever he dared show his wretched countenance

within ten miles of Brownsville.

And damn my eyes if that grass-livered spittle-snake

hasn't the face to ride right up to my door.

Now, you and your men can stay the night.

But when you go on your way tomorrow...

Morton won't be joining you.

She's a bonnie wee thing.

She is.

To see you with a bairn, Sassenach.

I could watch you hold her all day.

I hope we're not too far from Brownsville.

She won't do well on goat's milk alone.

We should be there before dusk.

Dinna fash, we'll find someone to nurse wee Bonnie.

And what then?

Do we bring a newborn all the way to Hillsborough?

I'm not sure it's the best way to put the fear of God into the Regulators,

unless they're afraid of a few dirty diapers.

And the surest way to send any man scurrying for cover.

Some of the men, Robertson and Morrison, and a few others,

they're... they're gone.

Gone? What do you mean, "gone"? Gone where?

They don't respect what you did.

What I did?

- I had to do something. - I know.

I agree, but they didn't.

- I'm sorry. I tried. - Oh, Christ.

Sounds like Roger's won them over.

♪ Where ha' you been A' the day? ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Saw you him that' far away ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ On his head a bonnet blue ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Tartan plaid And Hielan' trews ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ When he drew His gude braid-sword ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Then he gave His royal word ♪

Josiah...

I have secured you and your brother's indenture papers.

You willna see Mr. Beardsley again.

What about the mistress?

Oh, she's gone for good. She left her baby with us.

Didn't know she was with child.

Kezzie told me the mistress may have lain with...

There was a man, a former slave,

he came looking for work once or twice.

Then, all of us...

We are free?

Aye, lad.

Does that mean we can ride on to Hillsborough with your militia?

How old are you?

You cannae be more than 14.

I must be older than that.

I'm tellin' you. You're 14. Too young to fight.

Aye, Colonel.

And you've fought hard to earn your freedom.

I willna let you lose it in death on the battlefield. Go home.

Hunt. Provide for the Ridge.

♪ Charlie yet shall Mount the throne ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Weel you ken it is his own ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie Hielan' laddie ♪

Fergus.

Is that our whisky?

Oui, milord. There was a small difficulty.

Before you explain, I also have a small difficulty.

Congratulations. You work fast, my Lord.

The baby needs milk urgently. Are there any nursing mothers around?

Mothers, no. But the lady of the house will surely be able to help.

I'm sorry to bother you.

This is Mistress Claire Fraser of Fraser's Ridge.

The Colonel's wife.

My daughter-in-law, Lucinda, just gave birth.

She'll have the milk for the babe.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

This little one was born a few days ago. She's not mine.

I fed her goat's milk on the road here, but...

She needs to be fed properly.

Such a strong and healthy babe!

Beautiful.

- A girl? - Yes.

- Does she have a name? - No.

She lost both her parents before they could christen her.

Is she a slave's babe?

Not quite.

How'd you come by her, then?

What's this difficulty Fergus told me about?

A wee bit of a misunderstanding on our arrival.

And you cleared it up with our whisky?

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

When I was a professor at Oxford,

I loved telling my students about words and phrases.

Their origins, their meanings.

Do you know where the expression "Dutch courage" comes from?

Sure you're about to tell me. What's it got to do with Rome?

Some say it dates back a century ago,

to when English troops would drink to calm themselves

before heading into battle.

Others say the English witnessed the incredible courage gin gave the Dutch.

A number of times in history,

an advance of soldiers was stopped by an exchange of alcohol or goods.

Take the First World War, for example.

There was a daily rum ration on the Western Front.

Where are Morrison and Scott?

Piss drunk already?

No. They left.

And with them, three more.

Left? Why?

You allowed Lionel Brown to do this to one of your men?

They wanted to blow Morton to smithereens. I had to...

I had to agree to some kind of temporary confinement.

And what were you gonna do once the whisky ran out?

I was hoping you would arrive before that happened. And, you did.

I avoided confrontation, I kept the peace.

You ken the meaning of the word, "Captain," Professor MacKenzie?

Is that one you can explain to me?

Yer men left because you betrayed their trust.

Those who remain willna have much faith left.

They swore to follow us into battle, to risk their lives.

As Captain, you must honor their loyalty above all else.

And what good is loyalty if men are hurt or worse?

I was responsible for that, too.

Now...

what disarray have you and your cock brought upon our endeavor?

If you have dishonored the Browns' daughter,

you must marry her and put matters to rights.

You dinna have much choice, Isaiah.

I would, Colonel, but I cannae.

Regretfully...

I already have a wife.

I can understand the Browns wanting to see you drawn and quartered.

How is it you have a wife?

My marriage was arranged between her parents and mine.

Ally... Miss Brown, she...

She took a liking to me on my travels through Brownsville.

And I took a liking to her.

My, um, heart had a mind of its own.

It was as if I had no say in the matter.

Still, you made a vow to your wife and broke it.

And you swore an oath to me.

How can I be certain you willna break it before the day's end?

- My vow to you was my own will. - Aye, as was your infidelity.

I think we should consider clemency for the man.

After all, love makes fools of us all.

You must leave.

Dinna show your face here again.

I meant no trouble for you.

As your Colonel, I'll take care of your trouble.

- What's stopping you? - I'll never see Ally again?

Go. It will be better for both of you.

They'll come looking for him.

And they willna find him.

So, Mistress Beardsley disappeared

and left us with the child.

When we went outside, we found Mr. Beardsley's grave.

She probably killed the bastard.

Ma, you always think the worst of people.

I'm just sayin', is all.

Beardsleys were strange. Came through here once on their way home.

Didn't say a word.

So, the babe's dark.

Aaron Beardsley wasn't the father?

No.

Fanny Beardsley may be strange,

but she isn't the first woman to find herself in...

an unsuitable situation, and she certainly won't be the last.

- Oh, I'm so sorry. - Oh, don't worry.

Funny you should spill cider on it, in fact.

I don't know who these physicians think they are these days,

writing to the broadsheets with their wisdom.

It speaks of means to prevent becoming with child.

"A woman is most fertile between the 11th... "

Alicia... it isn't proper to speak of such things in company.

May I see that?

Trust you to draw our attention to that vulgar nonsense.

Have you no compassion for your cousin?

Oh! There now, my little lady. You'll do well here with us.

The babe's a beauty. We're not here to judge her for her parents' sins.

If you like, Mistress Fraser, I'll take the babe tonight.

It won't do you much good to be woken up by a screaming child,

when I can feed her here.

Won't your husband mind you having to feed two hungry mouths?

No bother at all.

My husband is a fair man.

A fair man who fired at my Isaiah!

Aye, he did, and very fairly at that.

No one to blame but yourself.

If your poor mother could see how lowly you'd fallen...

Would it be all right if I, uh, take this?

I, um...

I could use it to light a fire.

That's all it's good for.

Thank you for your kindness.

♪ There was two recruitin' Sergeants came frae The black watch ♪

♪ To markets and fairs Some recruits for to catch ♪

Well, you've only lost a few men.

Men are what I need for this show of force.

And what should Roger have done?

He had command of near two dozen men.

And one word from him, the Browns would've been outnumbered.

Instead, he had them stand down and gave up one of his own.

Actions have consequences, Sassenach.

Yes, I know they do. But everyone can make a mistake.

Here, look at this.

Who's Dr. Rawlings?

Me.

You?

Beauchamp, Randall, Fraser... Now, Rawlings?

You have another husband I should ken about?

It's a pseudonym.

That was the doctor's name, the medical equipment you gave me.

- You wrote to the broadsheets? - No.

No, I wrote out some medical advice,

for the Ridge, to dispel certain superstitions.

I never intended for it to go any further.

Who would've submitted it to the printer without me knowing?

Matured in oak casks, you say, huh?

Aye, the Scottish way.

Of course, it doesn't compare to the wine from Champagne en France.

That's a damsel's drink if ever I heard of one.

Fergus.

That advertisement you took to the printer,

you remember the paper you wrote on, did it have a writing on the other side?

There was.

Why?

The printer must have decided to use it.

A very respectable name, after all... Dr. Rawlings.

Do you think it will cause us any trouble?

I mean, will anyone associate it with Fergus or the Ridge?

Well, not unless someone tries to find the author.

Invite him to speak on how blood-letting is a harmful practice.

He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!

Morton's gone! He's gone!

Morton's gone!

What're you telling me, boy? Was no one guarding him?

No, they were drinking!

Find him. And when you do, you don't wait for me.

No. Morton is a militiaman under my protection!

Oh, we're as protective as you, Colonel.

Only, I protect my own.

Halt! Halt there.

What in God's name's going on?

I had Isaiah Morton. He was here.

Can't have gone far.

Did you have any luck with Elijah Ford?

He could not be persuaded.

Well, we can still catch Morton... if the militia will step out of my way.

I'm Colonel James Fraser.

Any harm done to Morton will be considered an act of aggression against my militia,

formed by His Excellency, Governor Tryon.

I'll have no choice

but to consider you traitors to the Crown...

no better than the Regulators we were sent to disperse.

Who're you calling' a traitor?

Stop, brother.

You sound foolish...

and a drunken fool at that.

Now, I want Morton as much as you do.

I'm gonna talk to Colonel Fraser.

Come to an understanding.

Is that clear?

You keep strange company, Colonel Fraser.

Isaiah Morton.

Not of the God-fearing kind.

Little I can do about a man's character.

There's enough sin and lawlessness each day without counting those Regulators

causing disorder on an already crumbling society.

And we don't want no trouble with the governor.

So, if you have come recruiting...

you could not have found any better men in all the Carolinas.

We'll ride to Hillsborough with you.

But they'll all be answering to me.

Long as we are in agreement...

you will answer to me.

You'll stay the night with us?

If it's no trouble.

What sort of man would I be if I allowed a lady

to sleep out with the militia on a cold, dark night?

Jemmy?

Jemmy?

Where is Jemmy? Where did he go?

Germain, look at me. Did you see a man?

Jemmy.

Jem... Jemmy!

Jemmy? Jemmy?

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

- He took him. - What, who?

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

I stepped outside for a minute. I shouldn't have...

He can't have gone far, Mistress. We'll find him.

Germain, where's Jemmy?

Ball.

Jemmy! Jemmy!

Intent on finding his precious trinket, that's all.

There you are. Safe and sound.

Off to bed, everyone.

You're okay. You're okay.

Meet me in the kitchen.

I ken an honest cure for waking nightmares.

Okay.

Conner Brown.

Hiram Brown.

Phineas Brown.

- Abner... - Brown?

Will this do for you and your husband?

It's perfect, thank you.

I hope you don't think we're a family of ill repute with all that's happened.

Perhaps God sent you to bring us the babe for a reason.

If you're looking for a home for her...

we would care for her as if she's ours.

That's very kind.

You see...

Lucinda's own was born too little.

She passed.

I'm so sorry.

Alicia will help you with the bedding.

Come and join us when you're ready.

Here.

Mistress Fraser...

I heard.

Is Isaiah truly gone?

Better he stay gone...

considering your father's feelings about him.

I know.

But...

But what?

He's my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night.

He never spoke of marriage...

but I wouldn't have lain with him if I thought...

Will you ask your husband,

if he sees Isaiah again, to tell him that I'll follow him wherever?

I'll do whatever I must.

Oh, Alicia.

Isaiah Morton...

is not worth leaving your family for.

I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this...

but he's already married.

What do you mean?

To whom?

I don't know.

He told my husband.

He also not worth your tears.

What will I do?

I'll never want anyone else.

And no one else will ever want me.

Alicia...

are you with child?

I think so. I don't know.

Your family will take care of you.

Not when I've disappointed them.

I've ruined my... Our reputation.

- I wish I was dead. - No.

That's the last thing you should wish for.

You gonna tell me what kind of devil you conjured?

I did, didn't I?

I conjured everything up somehow.

I cannae help you if I dinna ken what you're thinking.

It's nothing.

I mean, I hope it's nothing.

Then we'll sit here...

and drink in sacred silence.

It's my own fault. I shouldn't have let Jemmy out of my sight.

Nothing happened.

I never told you this...

but I killed my father.

He'd beat us.

Hand, belt, pot.

Whatever was close, whenever he felt the urge...

which was often.

He once broke my lip. Couldn't speak for a month.

I prayed every night that he would stop.

I wished him dead.

And then, one day...

he was arrested as a Jacobite.

Though, I prayed every night for God to take him...

I let my mind be consumed

by thoughts of all the terrible things that could happen to him.

He died in prison.

I killed him.

You didn't kill him.

You see, thinking...

no matter how hard or long...

doesn't make something come true.

Or else, I'd be queen of some castle filled with jewels and the fine wines.

Thank you.

Our men are putting up the tents for the night, mistress.

- Up the road. They need a hand. -Good.

Wait. Come here.

Open your mouth.

Stick out your tongue. "Ah."

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!

Must you two be alike in every way?

Is all well with him?

Does your throat hurt from time to time, like your brother's?

Aye, it comes and goes.

There's nothing I can do about it tonight.

But make sure to drink plenty. Water or ale.

And pitch your tent at fair distance.

Aye, mistress.

Plenty of miles.

It's about...

What is it, Sassenach?

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

Must have contracted it from Josiah somehow.

His fever's very high.

Josiah's strong enough to wait for surgery, but I don't think Kezzie is.

Can you perform it here?

I need penicillin for this kind of surgery.

And you don't have that yet?

I feel I was close to finding the right strain before we left.

Then you must return with them to the Ridge. Josiah's no use to me here.

The Ridge needs a hunter, and Keziah's no good to anyone dead.

What if you encounter the Regulators?

Won't you need me?

You said you didna ken of any battles.

No.

And nor to Brianna.

I don't want to leave you so soon.

We didna spend a day in hell to secure the safety of those lads...

to see them suffer now.

Cure them both.

Then return to me.

Roger Mac?

Coming.

Come dawn, you will escort Claire home.

What? Why?

I need to take the twins back to my surgery.

What about the militia? And Hillsborough?

I made you a captain without time to prepare you,

or teach you what the word meant.

From the old French capitaine via the Latin...

Lead my wife home.

Don't worry.

We'll be back with them before you know it.

It's not that that concerns me.

He doesn't have any faith in me.

He just entrusted you with the one thing he loves most.

Aye.

Go. Go and dance.

I hope my mother-in-law told you that if you are looking for a good home...

We don't mind keeping her.

Are you quite sure?

It's not her fault how she came into this world.

And we have plenty of room to spare now.

She wouldn't lack for anything.

If you'll allow us.

Well, I'd have to speak with my husband.

Of course.

Here, would you like to take her?

Go on, Mac Dubh.

Didn't know you could dance like that?

Where are you taking me?

Away from prying eyes.

Well, I should warn you.

My husband's as jealous as he is handsome.

- Mmm. - And you should know...

I can knock you off your feet, sir.

You cannae even walk in a straight line!

Can you recite the alphabet backwards?

I expect so. English or Greek?

Never mind.

If you can recite either of those forwards,

then you're in a better condition than I.

Mmm.

There's a...

A question I wanna ask you.

What?

Do you want wee Bonnie?

Do you wanna keep her?

We have a big house.

I've seen you with her, Sassenach.

I've seen how you would've looked with Bree.

And I thought maybe this might be the last chance for us to raise a bairn together.

What would you think if she stayed?

Here? In Brownsville?

It's been suggested.

Lucinda's taken a liking to her.

I think she needs our wee Bonnie more than anyone.

She'd be in good hands.

Bonnie comes with the deed to the Beardsley property.

After the trouble of Alicia...

it'll be a welcome addition to the Browns' estate.

I have no life but you, Claire.

But if you wanted another child...

I thought that perhaps, I might give you one.

One that you wouldn't have to suffer carrying.

Please know...

that if it's all possible...

I love you even more for wanting to take the chance.

I also regret that we were never parents together.

But regret...

isn't reason enough.

I love our life. I love our home together.

Would we even be the best home for her?

There's our obituary.

I am grateful...

for every day we have.

As am I.

And Marsali and Fergus.

I'm sure they will keep the Ridge sufficiently populated,

if that's what you're worried about.

And that lass is with child.

Everything Fergus lays eyes upon are.

And he dares to joke about my virility.

That was a gunshot.

Alicia!

Alicia!

I meant the bullet for my heart.

Please leave me, so I can try again!

She's wounded.

We must get her home. Come.

Shh, come.

Here.

It's all right, darling.

I'm all alone.

I can't live with what I've done.

I can't live without Isaiah.

You are not alone.

And your baby is worth living for.

Jamie, could you find some whisky?

- Settle her nerves. - Aye.

Morton! What in God's name are you doing here?

I couldn't leave, sir, not without seeing Ally.

Do you know where I can find 'er?

The lass kens you've a wife already.

If her father sees you, he'll shoot you on sight,

she may stab you to the heart, bigamist that you are.

And if neither of 'em succeed, I might do the job myself.

What sort of man gets a lass with child with no right to give it his name?

With child?

Aye. She is.

- Now, you best leave. - I'm sorry, sir.

I dinna wish to do you harm, but I must see Ally.

Put it down. You ken fine you willna shoot me.

So do I.

I cannae speak ill of my wife, but neither one of us was happy.

We have na shared a home nor a bed for two years now.

We've no children.

But Ally...

Miss Brown is my heart and soul.

Please, help me see her.

Nothing in this world is worth taking your life for.

- I thought you were gone. - I should be gone.

Is it true? You're with child?

Is it true you're married?

Yes.

And you love her?

I love only you.

I have the muster roll here, Colonel, I just wanted to...

Morton?

What are you thinking coming back?

I'm a fool, as you said.

As are you. And... as is the Colonel.

Are you both telling me that if someone told you to leave,

told you that you could never see Mistress MacKenzie

or Mistress Fraser again, you'd stand for it?

That you'd obey without a fight?

If either of you would go and leave the women you love

with all your hearts, say it now.

Say ye'd go and I'll walk out of here without another word.

So, I was biding my time.

I had to wait for nightfall to prove it to you.

Will you have me?

It may be bold, and reckless, and foolish, but how can I live without you?

Nor I without you.

They can't stay here.

No, they cannae.

Go!

- Those are our horses! - Get after them!

This wee devil roaming about...

...must've startled the horses.

They dinna take kindly to our cloven-hoofed friends.

Adultery. Betrayal. Dishonor.

Excuses could be made, of course.

I know I made my own

when I was separated from Frank by a power I didn't understand.

And yet, wherever you are, you make choices.

Foolish ones, or ones that save yourself or someone else.

All you can hope for,

is that the good will outweigh the harm that may come of it.