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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.

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 them to the Ridge.

You will escort Claire home.

What about the militia?

I made you a captain without time to teach you what the word meant.

Couldna tell ye at the wedding. I wanted to be certain.

Confirmed sightings of Bonnet in Wilmington.

♪ All glory and honor is yours ♪

♪ Forever and ever ♪

♪ Amen ♪

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

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

can't hear, can't even feel?

And how many times have my prayers been answered?

What is it?

Come and look.

It's paintbrushes.

Paintbrushes.

You found it?

I think what we're suppose to say is, "Eureka."

What does that mean?

It means, well, "I found it."

Well, uh, eureka, Claire.

You found your penicillin.

♪ 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 ♪

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

There's the preexisting and having no end.

There's the notion of being all-powerful,

because nothing can stand against time,

not mountains, not armies.

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

All pain encompassed, all hardship erased,

all loss subsumed.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Remember, Man, thou art dust,

and unto dust thou shalt return.

And if time is anything akin to God,

I suppose that memory must be the devil.

- Sorry I'm late. - That's all right.

Plenty of time to get to the restaurant.

Lunch at Jeveli's.

One of us must've done something good.

Is everything okay? You sounded kinda weird on the phone.

Yeah.

Actually, I just lost a patient.

Oh, wow. I'm sorry.

He had an allergic reaction to penicillin.

Don't they have tests for that?

He tested negative.

The probability of a false positive is less than five percent.

It's very rare.

Unfortunately, he was part of that percentile.

Man. Guess you never really know what's coming, do you?

No, you don't.

Did you enjoy yourself?

Aye, Captain.

Well, I'm delighted to have pleased ye, Mrs. Mac.

If it's a military man who takes your fancy...

Me thinks you sell yourself short, my darlin'.

Accent hasn't improved much, I see.

Maybe if your father agreed with you,

I'd be out leading the charge, not sent home from Brownsville.

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

Mama said people were actually

singing and dancing when they arrived.

You know how to get through to people.

It's no wonder they loved you at Oxford.

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

There are already universities established here.

Harvard, Yale.

MacKenzie University.

There's no MacKenzie University.

Well, not yet, but then...

That's not a bad idea, actually.

I could teach math.

Honestly, I was just passing time.

Thinking about the old days.

Things being what they are.

Anyway, I gave my oath to your father

to be in his militia.

And those words mean something to him.

And to me.

Yeah.

Not the cordial welcome I'd expect.

Friendly buggers, aren't they?

They think we're Regulators.

We don't want trouble again.

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

there's a brigade of Redcoats at hand

ready to give you a sound thrashing.

We've no quarrel with you, neighbor.

On the contrary,

I'm Colonel James Fraser of Rowan County Militia,

assembled according to Governor Tryon's orders.

Then we welcome you and bless you for your kindness.

Not kindness alone.

Governor Tryon has promised 40 shillings for every man who enlists.

Is there anyone here willing to take up arms and join us?

Is that what our lives are deemed to be worth?

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

No doubt the strength of spirit speaks louder than the strength of body.

We do aim to keep you in good spirit.

However, with our shops and the like,

the Redcoats are benefitting from our hospitality as we speak.

- Where are they? - William Reed's Ordinary.

I'll buy a cask of rum. Have the garrison make camp,

then 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.

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

Fifty or so.

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...

And 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?

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.

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

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 do you mean?

I petitioned the magistrate for the prisoner rolls at Ardsmuir.

I discovered Fitzgibbons was once incarcerated there.

You believe there may be fellow prisoners residing here

in the colonies that might be hiding him?

Leave no stone unturned.

Aye. As you say.

'Tis all for naught.

Here. Have a go.

Well, the pardon doesnae extend to the man's image then?

Mmm.

This may be as close as we come.

Maybe.

Between the eyes, Colonel.

As a child, I used to stare at spiders' webs,

watching and waiting for an insect to become caught.

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

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

would signal the spider that her prey was near.

I wonder, is time God's eternal web,

silk strands stretching through time,

the mildest touch setting off vibrations that echo through the eons.

Well, it's about time.

Is that cigarette smoke?

I don't smell anything.

You need to give those up.

You certainly are chipper this morning.

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

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

Go on. Give it to me straight.

And no doctor mumbo-jumbo, eh?

All right.

You have gall stones.

- Gall stones? Is that it? - Mmm.

I thought you were gonna 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 gall stones are rather large, too large to pass naturally.

You'll need a cholecystectomy, surgery to remove the gall bladder.

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

It's my married name.

What you're proposing seems quite personal to me.

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

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

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

You have some Scottish blood running through you somehow.

I consider myself American these days.

Ah, no shame in it.

I married a Yank as well.

He wasn't a Yank, actually.

She passed away...

my Olivia.

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

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

You have a knack for getting me off-topic.

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

If you must.

The incision is generally between five and seven inches

in the upper right section of your belly, just below the ribs.

You're gonna gut me like a fish then?

Yes. But first,

I'd like to start you on a course of antibiotics to treat the infection.

I'll have Nurse Jeffries run some preliminary tests

for allergies and such.

I don't suppose there are any other options?

I'm afraid not.

Well, let's go on with it then.

It's but one more scar, nothing worth brooding over.

No swollen tongue or lips.

No rash...

or hives.

Congratulations, Kezzie. It appears you're not allergic to penicillin.

So, the mold worked?

Well, as far as I can tell.

Well, you didnae sound certain, Claire.

Well, the test isn't always reliable.

Aye, but you think all will be well?

Everything you do as a doctor involves risk.

Even after you've done everything you can,

well, there could still be unforeseen complications.

Sometimes even fatal.

But the more you can do to alleviate the risk,

the greater the chance to save the patient.

Mmm.

This dose...

should start the fight against the infection.

Bring over the other sterilized instruments, please.

All right, Kezzie, drop your breeches.

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.

Yes, mistress.

Open wide.

Hmm.

I'm going to work quickly, but you need to keep very still.

Head up. Cork.

Right, just as we practiced.

Scalpel.

Keep the tongue depressed.

There.

Head up. Hold that in there.

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

Steady. This can be the tricky part.

There. Done.

Lizzie, you can open your eyes now.

Holy Mother of God.

Are you all right?

You're very, very brave, Kezzie.

Now, you need to get your rest.

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

No, don't try to talk. You'll hurt yourself.

He insists on staying while you do the same for me.

Then I suppose we should get started.

Look, Jem, look.

Hey, Jem, look. Shiny.

Is God the spider...

embracing us through our death and resurrection?

Or is He simply the spinner of the web,

watching as the silk shimmers and vibrates through the cosmos...

awakening the real spiders...

the ones lurking deep within the recesses of our own natures?

I was going to wager this rare beauty.

Double or quits the last card.

Women will do anything for trinkets, coins, jewels.

Anything at all.

They're yours for a pretty penny.

Or a diamond.

Or a ring.

My lass is more concerned wi' words and deeds.

Is that so?

Since you've no need of the gemstone,

perhaps you'll be more satisfied with my pearls of wisdom.

Women are but a tax we men pay on pleasure.

Did you not play the Ace of Hearts in the last hand?

You're mistaken.

It must have been the Ace of Diamonds.

You're a wise man, Mr. MacKenzie.

I wanted to make mushroom soup.

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

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

Was he a handful?

What is this?

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

I wanted to tell you about this...

...but I was afraid you wouldn't understand.

Try me.

You know that I went to Wilmington to see him.

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

I did. But...

When I got there, I...

I felt like I needed to see him in person.

So, you spoke to him?

There? In jail?

Yeah.

That's when he gave me the diamond.

And you kept it?

A gift from Bonnet?

I kept it for Jemmy,

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

Roger, that's his ticket home. It's our ticket home.

Why though?

Why?

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

to save his own mother's life.

Bree...

Because...

Because I told him Jemmy was his.

He 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.

And they are just words.

Words you were never, ever meant to hear.

Words have consequences.

All these months since I've been back!

At our wedding,

the blood oath,

you were sure the child was Bonnet's?

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

You told him so.

You've never said as much to me.

I didn't think I needed to.

Brianna, what do you truly believe?

In your heart, what do you truly believe?

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

Were you a friend of Mr. Menzies?

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

Graham was a rare individual, always brought a smile to my face.

Yes, he was good at that.

- Do you mind? - Please.

Did you know him well?

No. Not in the typical sense.

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

Sometimes, even strangers can find a way into our hearts.

You know, what little I did know of Graham...

is how sacred he held this time...

and the promise he made to his wife to be here.

Outside the love that God has for his children,

that sort of love and devotion between man and wife,

there's nothing like it.

Yes.

It reminded me of someone...

someone I lost.

No one's lost who's not forgotten.

Perhaps I just needed to be reminded of that.

Christ!

- Claire! - Roger.

I thought...

I probably would have missed you, but still...

You're out early.

Well, 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.

Huntin'. Mostly.

All night?

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

But you're not buying the huntin' ruse?

Call it a mother's intuition.

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.

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

but marriages aren't always easy.

Well, you and Jamie...

You're forgetting, Jamie wasn't my first husband.

Now, Frank and I, we had a very complicated marriage.

I'm sorry, Claire, 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.

Frank and I, we still managed to make it work for Bree's sake.

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

about her real father.

Do you ever regret that?

No.

No. What was important was that Bree felt safe

and loved by both her parents.

But telling her the truth about Jamie,

that brought the two of you closer.

It did.

So, surely, the moral of the story is, honesty is always the best policy.

Not always.

Sometimes, the truth really does hurt.

Brianna was devastated

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

You witnessed that.

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

It was difficult for me as well...

trying to find the right time to tell her.

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. - It doesn't...

It doesn't matter.

I'm sorry, Brianna.

I'm sorry for everything.

There's something else.

Stephen Bonnet is still alive.

- What? - And he haunts me, Roger.

I see him everywhere.

What's worse is...

Mrs. Bug told me an Irishman approached her,

and spoke to Jemmy when we went to Woolam's Creek.

That could have been anyone.

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 going to ask you to explain why you didn't tell me. It doesn't matter.

He... doesn't matter.

Because as soon as we know if Jemmy can travel,

we'll use Bonnet's gem to leave.

As you said, it's our ticket home.

A pardon for everyone but Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

A 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 I fear it will 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?

Well, you ought 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.

I have 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.

My only regret is not being able to assist you in your hunt for Fitzgibbons.

Allow me to worry about him.

Return to your family.

You have to promise me one thing.

I'll be back on my feet by Friday at four o'clock.

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

I have heard tell of that.

Then you know that someone must be there at all times,

so the blessed sacrament is never left alone.

I haven't missed a day since Olivia died.

It's my way of keeping her close.

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

You know, sometimes, I feel her presence there.

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

We lost touch.

He must have been a fool.

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

Scotland, eh?

I never stopped missing it.

I always plan to get back to the Western Isles.

Well, maybe once you're on the mend.

My time has passed, I'm afraid.

And my wife, Olivia's, buried here. God rest her soul.

And I could never leave her.

I will do my best.

Now, I'll get you started on a course of penicillin for the cholangitis.

You'll be ready for surgery tomorrow.

It's a date.

Mmm.

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.

Well,

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.

'Tis a relief

to finally put down the sword and pistol and pick up the axe and shovel.

Well, one more soldier lost to the land.

He died?

Well, what happened?

Anaphylaxis.

Apparently, a penicillin reaction.

I'm sorry, Dr. Randall.

Why wasn't I notified?

I... I don't know. I'm new here.

Well, that's no excuse, I should have been called!

I'm so sorry.

Thought I might find you here.

Joe Abernathy, doctor and a detective.

Ah, "The Impetuous Pirate."

Just something I picked up in 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?

Well, you can feel it or you can sense it somehow.

You're going to think I've come unhinged.

Look, there's clearly something on your mind.

But in my opinion, the problem isn't in the brain.

The problem is in the heart.

At the risk of sounding sentimental...

had we gone to battle, there's no man I'd have rather had by my side.

That's kind of you.

'Tis a rare thing in this world to meet people of a like mind.

Indeed.

And I know you share many of my concerns.

Principally, that men like Fitzgibbons never change.

Our duty is to the law.

We will see justice done.

Excuse me.

Ah.

Thank you. For your trouble.

Is that the document you're expecting from Scotland?

Mmm. A transcript of the Ardsmuir prison roll after Culloden.

If I present this to the Governor and news of it is circulated, then...

You'll find my name on that prison roll.

Oh, I'm certain I will.

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

Aye.

But only one from Broch Tuarach.

It is written here that Fitzgibbons has the surname "Fraser."

My godfather.

Fitzgibbons is his middle name.

What kind of deceitful devil wears the guise of honor and talks of

justice and mercy?

You released those men in Hillsborough.

Everything you did, it was all for his sake.

Believe of me what you will,

but Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser is a good man.

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

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

I'm no traitor.

I've cheated death in the duty of other men's ambitions.

I've got the scars to prove it.

And I've done so without complaint.

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

for protecting those that can't protect themselves.

Tryon will put a rope around your neck.

And tell me, what would you have done in my place?

I would never break my word,

betray my oath to King and country.

You will do me the service of standing down while I call for your arrest.

First and foremost,

I swore an oath to my family.

Surely, you must understand. You're a good man.

I took a life in that jail,

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

I believed you were a good man.

Which of us is it then?

Hmm?

Which of us is righteous?

- Knox... - It cannot be both.

Knox!

Forgive me... for not affording you a soldier's death.

Not a word or I'll throttle you.

Fire!

Smoke in the cabin!

Fetch a physician!

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

There's nothing more we can do for him.

- Careful, Sassenach. - What's wrong?

Found him in an alley wanting for his mother's milk.

Couldnae leave him behind.

He's been surviving on insects and earthworms.

We took an instant liking to each other.

- Did we no', Adso? - "Adso"?

- Is that a name? - 'Tis.

'Twas the name of my mother's cat when I was a wee lad.

This one here is identical.

- Insects and earthworms. - Aye.

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

That was my intention.

He can keep the vermin from your surgery.

They'd have to be very small vermin.

He'll grow.

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

No, you don't.

You know, 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?

Wow. I 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...

Please, Bree.

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

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 former patient of mine?

Graham Menzies?

Menzies, aye.

Aye. You told me his death was but a rare occurrence.

It was.

Do you know what I finally realized... after all these years?

Just how much I owe him.

His death had a profound effect on me.

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

and went to London with Brianna.

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

Had we not attended that funeral...

we would never have crossed paths with Roger...

or... found you.

Welcome home, soldier.

God, the infinite. God, the merciful.

God, the eternal.

Someday, I will stand before God,

and I will receive answers to all my questions

about everything in His universe.

And I do have many questions.

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

I've lived it.