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Previously...

You found your penicillin.

No woman speaks to me like that.

What have you done?

Stop!

Roger, you spoke.

Whether you are there to hear or even if my voice isn't able,

I will always sing for you.

My husband's whisky venture, that's barely breaking even.

But a partner with the right connections?

Mr. Bonnet'll be personally meeting Mr. Alexander Malcolm,

purveyor of the finest whisky in the Carolinas.

Yer men left because you betrayed their trust.

I made you a captain without time to prepare you

or teach you what the word meant.

He doesn't have any faith in me.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Well, the heartbeat sounds strong.

And baby's in a perfect position.

Any day now.

Though after two,

you could probably deliver this baby all by yourself.

Maybe.

It does make me feel better that you'll be here.

Not so much as my physician,

but to share it with me, as a...

As my ma.

Time's marked and measured in different ways.

The colors of our lives were changing.

The vibrant greens of summer faded beneath the ever-varied canvas of sky,

replaced by the russet tones of autumn,

brown hues of harvest,

and blue-violet shades of indigo dye.

Dada.

- Shit. - What? What is it?

Ah. Something stung me.

Mmm. Nasty sting you got there.

Want me to blow on it?

You are a sadist.

You must get it from your father.

Shit.

Mmm-mmm.

What's this new word?

Must have got that from his father.

- Breakfast? - Mmm.

Yes, please. Eggs, please.

And I think Jemmy should go and see Lizzie after breakfast.

Bree! Roger Mac, yer there?

Where else would we be?

Coming.

Move yerselves.

No.

- Come in. - No time to be lazing about.

Josiah's seen signs of game west of the Ridge.

Uh... Meat is meat.

See us through the winter.

I could do with a good marksman.

Um, I'm supposed to be helping dye the cloth today,

and I have been really looking forward to it.

Roger will go with you.

If you're willing, Roger Mac.

I need able-bodied men,

and able-bodied you are.

I'll wait outside.

- There! - You're very good, lad.

'Tis no elk. They have very tall antlers.

How will it be, Colonel?

The wind's blowing from the west.

We'll make our way down the bottom of the slope,

so they willna catch our scent.

Spread out.

Roger Mac and I'll come from behind and drive them towards you.

We'll take what we can.

Bring the horses. Do what you must.

We'll meet back at the Ridge at the end of the day.

Very good.

Ugh.

I'm no great tracker, but I've stepped in enough of these to know

a cowpat when I see one.

I hope we're not hunting cows.

I'll be damned.

Only three cows on the Ridge. It's not one of them.

Still warm.

Oh, my God.

Go. I must reload.

A snake.

The bugger bit me on the leg.

Come and sit down. Let's have a look.

Where is it?

I think it's venomous.

I have to cut it. Drain the poison.

By sucking it out.

Wait.

Claire does this before she sets herself to cut someone.

All right. Go on, then.

Again. Quick, for God's sake!

Enough! You'll drain me dry.

I've made more of a mess than the snake did.

Uh, there's no sign of anyone. Can you walk?

Go find the others.

'Tis a good day for dyeing.

I hope you mean the cloth, Lizzie.

- You sound so ominous. - Aye.

Did you always know that you wanted to be a doctor?

Ah.

I never really allowed myself to dream of such a career.

It wasn't easily available to women when I was your age.

You know, being a nurse, that was about as much as I could have hoped for.

You seemed pretty single-minded about it later on, though.

I had to be determined.

No one was going to open the door for me.

But if you're lucky enough to know what it is that you're meant to be...

What if you don't know?

Or, if you do know, but you just can't do it?

Well, for most people,

life as they find it is often the life they lead.

Now, is this about Roger,

- or you? - Both.

We talked about maybe teaching here at the Ridge.

Just made me think about how I can't apply my calling here.

Sometimes, it's doctor, healer, a witch.

But I'm not afraid of what they call me

'cause that's what I was born to be,

and will be till I die.

Uh...

If I were to lose you,

or Jamie, I would never be quite whole.

But I would always have that left.

You're an engineer, Bree.

Whatever it is they call that here,

you just have to find a way to be that.

What about Da? Does he know what he is?

Oh, he knows.

A laird? Is that what you call him?

Is he content with that?

A laird. A husband.

A father.

Those are no small things to be.

Be patient.

If going back to our time isn't a possibility,

Roger will find his purpose.

And so will you.

They're back.

How did you do?

- No luck. - Nothing at all?

We followed a small herd of buffalo,

but they moved off more quickly than we thought they might.

Did Uncle Jamie manage to find anything on his way back?

No. They haven't returned yet.

We thought they were with you.

How far did you go?

To the other side of the Ridge,

near the boundary of your land.

We got separated in the hunt. He said we'd meet here come dusk.

Maybe milord decided to make camp.

Fair is fair.

No sign of the men, then?

No.

But perhaps they'll see the smoke from our fire.

How are you?

Well.

- Well enough. - Are you sure?

I've pins and needles in my fingers

and my lips are numb.

Is it usual, do you ken?

Have you been drinking too much whisky?

No. I thought I might need that more later.

What would they do in your time? For a snake bite?

They'd inject you with something called anti-venom.

A venom to battle the venom?

In a way, aye.

Here.

Get some rest. We'll leave at first light.

- Roger? - I'm here.

Do you ken the last rites?

No.

You won't be needing them anyway. You're not going to die.

We both read that obituary.

Aye. I am to burn in a fire,

but I feel I'm burning up as we speak, Roger Mac.

I know a prayer for the sick.

And before you ask, no, it's not in Latin.

Try to get some more rest.

Roger.

You must kill Stephen Bonnet.

If I canna, you must do it.

He is alive.

I know.

Brianna overheard you and Lord John talking at the wedding.

There's a man...

Philip Wylie, indebted to me,

and he's arranged for Bonnet to smuggle my whisky

if Bonnet agrees to a meeting.

Lord John kens the particulars.

I don't know if I could take another man's life,

even one who's done what Bonnet has done.

You must.

If I canna do it, you must.

Claire told me yer father, Jeremiah,

fought in a second great war.

You would have, too, if you'd been of age.

Aye, I suppose. But that's different.

When a man is standing there before you, flesh and blood, with fear in his eyes...

Bonnet stood before me once.

I saved him from his rightful fate at the gallows.

He murdered my friend.

Attacked my wife.

And Bree, he...

If I hadn't have done that...

But you did.

And it's done. You can't change it.

Perhaps this is my penance.

Unfortunately for you...

the son must pay for the sins of the father.

For my mistakes...

you must do this.

It's a hell of a time to get philosophical.

No time like the present.

And you are a university professor.

Or so everyone keeps telling me.

If I am to die tonight, Roger Mac,

promise me you'll look after Claire and the Ridge.

Nonsense.

We don't have to worry about any of this because you're going to live.

It's a dangerous path to go down, vengeance.

Jocasta bequeathed River Run to your son.

Bonnet has waged a war on us.

We're defending our family, our beliefs,

those that come after us...

Wee Jemmy. I have reason to believe

Bonnet will try to claim your son as his own.

He'll have witnesses from the tavern.

Bree was willing and lay with him for a silver ring.

"But whosoever shall offend those little ones who believe in me,

better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck,

and that he were drowned in the depth of sea."

Matthew, Chapter 18, Verse 3.

Verse 6.

Bonnet's crimes are unforgivable.

Better we rid this Earth of him,

that he may never harm another being.

There's a fine line between a monster and a hero.

You're here because of your love for Bree.

She wouldna be alive if Claire and I hadna changed things.

Even though I blamed you for hesitating to come back,

I'm glad you're here.

I have to have faith the Lord has a plan.

If you want me to face Bonnet,

you're gonna have to teach me to fight.

Roger Mac,

I will.

If I live.

What is this, the bed of Procrustes?

It could be worse. Could be Charon's boat.

If I go to hell,

I'm glad you're coming with me.

Well, thankfully, you havena lost your sense of humor.

I'm not even sure what direction I'm going.

Stop.

What's wrong?

Nothing that's not already wrong.

Look up, Roger Mac.

The wind's blowing from the west.

Follow it home.

If I die, Claire must leave.

You send her. Make her go.

You should all go,

if the bairn can pass through the stones.

It's not safe here. Here, without me.

Tell Bree I'm glad of her.

Give my sword to the bairn.

Tell Claire...

I meant it.

Almighty God, out of the depths I cry to you.

Lord, hear my voice. Don't let this man die.

Lord have mercy.

Roger! Uncle Jamie!

Roger!

Uncle Jamie!

Roger!

- Roger! - Hello!

Over here!

Over here!

Uncle Jamie!

Roger!

Here. Come on!

No.

No. No. No. No. No.

Roger.

He was bitten by a snake.

Let's get him on the horse.

I've never seen anything like it before.

Dinna tell me you don't have snakes in your time.

Yes, but you wouldn't usually call a surgeon about a snake bite.

The closest thing I've come to is when a man got bitten by a king cobra.

My friend invited me to watch the autopsy.

Autopsy?

What you did to Leith Farrish?

You look like you've been roasted over a spit.

You should work on your bedside manner, Sassenach.

Bree, you stay with your father.

Marsali.

What will we do? Do you have something you can give him?

I'm going to need you to get everyone to look for some maggots.

To eat the dead flesh. It should help stave off infection.

Tell me, is it bad?

Yes.

- Can you cut it out? - No.

The venom's in his blood. Now his body'll have to fight it.

I'll make an onion poultice that should help clean the wound.

I'll give him some of the penicillin broth.

Though I'm not sure how potent it'll be if I give it to him orally.

Damn! Your needle be broken.

Roger said that Jamie was vomiting. That seems to have stopped.

And Fergus said that he was making snide remarks

about the sled Roger made. Those are good signs.

Yes.

But if his leg turns gangrenous, then...

Then I'll have the whole Ridge out looking for maggots.

Did any of the men take a buffalo?

I ken I shot one.

No. They came back empty-handed.

Josiah won't stop berating himself for letting them get away.

Penicillin broth.

Lucky for you, this doesn't have to get injected into your bum.

Good.

I've had enough of your needles for one lifetime.

Is there anything else I can do to help?

Marsali has everyone out looking for maggots.

I'm sure she could do with some help.

Feeling any better?

Thought I was, but now, I'm not so sure.

Why?

It's only...

when you scold me like a magpie I ken I'm gonna be all right.

And when you're tender as milk...

You havena called me any wicked names

or uttered any words of reproach since I came home, Sassenach.

Does this mean you think I'm dying?

Fine. You fool, stepping on a snake.

Why didn't you look where you were going?

Yeah, not while chasing a thousand-weight of meat downhill.

You scared the hell out of me.

You think I wasna frightened, too?

You're not allowed.

Only one of us gets to be frightened at any time.

And right now, it's my turn.

What on Earth are you doing up?

I ken what you're thinking, and I willna have it.

I'm not going to die,

and I dinna wish to live my life with half a leg.

I've a horror of it.

I'm not too keen on the idea either,

but if it's a choice between your leg and your life...

It's not.

Jamie, it may be.

- It won't. - Fine.

Just give me the bloody thing, and I'll put it away.

Your word.

- My what? - Your word.

I may be fevered and lose my wits. Now if you take my leg,

I'll be in no state to stop it.

If you're in that state, then I won't have a choice.

Perhaps you won't, but I do.

And I've made it.

Nothing.

I'm looking for dead rabbits.

Hey, you did everything you could.

Come here.

I was hoping that if I got home to Claire in time...

He'll be fine.

He's too stubborn not to be.

Is there something else?

If the worst should happen, he wants me to go to a place called Wylie's Landing.

For what?

A plan has been put into motion to find and kill Stephen Bonnet.

Your da thinks Bonnet could have the right to take Jemmy away from us.

He attacked me.

And people of this time see the child as proof that...

That you were a willing participant.

Because God would not allow a child to be conceived through...

- rape. - You're Jemmy's father.

We were married already. Doesn't the law protect you?

We were alone when we hand-fasted.

There were a hundred witnesses at our wedding, after Jemmy was born.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

I don't think the law means much to a man like Bonnet.

- Say something. - Let's just find these damn maggots.

There's nothing dead here.

Found some!

Oh, here we go.

Oh! Dinna fash, baby!

Aye, we'll go in, in a second, once I've got these in.

Here we...

Mommy.

Mom...

Hey! Here! Here! Come over here.

Here, here, here.

Come on, this way. Come here. Here. Here!

Come on. Here. Come on. Here.

Come on. Follow me.

Here. Over here. Come on. Come.

Come on! This way, come on. Come on.

Come on, come on!

Bree!

Oh.

What in God's name were you thinking?

Josiah found these in a dead...

Never mind. Uh, we have some.

- That's all that matters. - Great. Thank you.

How is it, man?

I'll do.

Aye, the wee suckers won't hurt.

They'll tickle something fierce, mind.

He's a great comfort,

that Roger Mac.

Hmm.

Be honest.

His body is defeating the venom.

But the infection in his leg...

it's bad.

It's too deep for the maggots to make any difference.

If only I had a way of getting penicillin into his bloodstream, but...

Roger Mac.

Aye. Do you need something?

I wish to sleep in my own bed.

Um...

Ferrying you about is becoming an everyday occurrence.

God, the thought of amputating.

Just makes me sick.

Can't we just wait a little bit longer and see if the maggots take effect?

What if there isn't any improvement? Then I don't have a choice.

Except that he made me promise that I wouldn't do it.

At least he'll be alive to be mad at you.

Except every time that he would look down,

it'll be a constant reminder that...

That I was the one who did it to him.

That I didn't keep my word.

Come help me.

Come on.

Where are you moving him?

To his bedroom.

Why?

I want to be in my own bed.

But surely you should listen to Auntie Claire.

Stay there, so she can heal your leg properly.

She thinks the only way to do that

is by taking it off.

Come on.

And what good will I be with only one leg?

Did you ever say that to my father? Or to Fergus?

Fergus, he was but a wee lad when he lost his hand.

And what difference does that make?

He and your father are far more courageous than me.

Or not as proud, or as stubborn.

They're still the same.

It's still them.

It is a matter of honor.

They lost hand and leg in battle.

There's nothing honorable about being bitten by a snake.

Maybe I should go.

No. Stay.

I want someone else to hear this.

You know, there were times I felt guilty when I was younger

for wishing you were my father.

I admired you so much. I ran away to Edinburgh to be with you.

But you're right.

Now I do see how courageous my father was and is.

I never thought I'd see the day I'd be ashamed of you, Uncle.

What on Earth is going on?

I, um...

I'm just going to go and see about a thing.

I had to move, Sassenach,

because I willna have you

sleep in the surgery or on the floor.

You'll sleep with me.

What is it?

- It's nothing. - Oh, you're a terrible liar.

We were just talking about you is all. Roger and I.

Saying it would be a shame if you left Marsali

and walked all the way here to see Uncle Jamie

because he's tired.

But I did walk all the way out here to see him.

And I did leave Marsali.

So I'll go and see him quickly.

I think he's resting.

- Maybe wait until later. - What is it?

Where is he?

Auntie Claire thinks she may have to amputate if...

If it gets worse.

Why don't you want me to see him?

You don't think I can take it?

No. I ken you can.

But I'm not so sure about him.

He's stubborn. He doesnae want to lose his leg.

He's acting like it's the worst possible thing

that can happen to a man and...

I didna want you to be upset.

In one stroke, he's going to be a man of leisure.

What?

It's what I told him when it happened to me.

That I would depend upon him, and he would be there for me.

It was our agreement, if I lost an ear or a hand in his service.

I was teasing him.

Man of leisure, eh?

I can't wait to hear what Marsali has to say about that.

Oh, I'm sure she'll have plenty to say.

She's seen what it's like to live with me.

You know...

Marsali and I try not to think about what we lack, but about what we have.

You and I have a father and an uncle.

We should be there for him when he needs us.

That's all we can do.

Sassenach.

Sleep beside me.

I'm here.

How do you feel?

Like a pile of moldy tripe.

With maggots.

You'd laugh on your death bed, wouldn't you?

Does it hurt much?

No.

Just feel tired.

It's no wonder you do.

Dinna leave me.

I could never leave you.

Cold.

Sassenach.

Touch me.

Touch me before I sleep.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie!

No, no, no. You stay with me.

No. No.

Here. I'm here.

No, don't leave me.

You're not leaving me.

Stay with me.

I'm right here.

That's it. Yeah.

You gave me your word.

Now I'm giving it back.

When the time comes, you may take my leg.

I don't know why I even took it.

Just felt compelled for some reason.

I thought maybe if Claire knew the species, it might help.

It's stupid, really.

Wait. Don't.

Smell it.

Got that?

Now this one, you can pick it up.

Touch it. This.

This one, pick it up.

- Pick it up. - Fergus.

- It's good, huh? - Fergus!

What is it?

- I'll go fetch milady. - There's no time.

Oh, this one's not waiting.

Oh, you're not going anywhere.

I'm here.

Here.

Where the hell is everyone?

I need more than one pair of hands for this.

When it's done, take the leg and bury it.

And never tell me where it is.

I'm sorry, Uncle. I didnae mean what I said to you before.

Aye, you did. You meant it.

You were right to say it.

It's all right.

I'm ready...

I suppose.

If you're inclined to pray,

right now would be a good time.

You'll need this.

Wait! Did you know that pit-vipers have beautiful engineering?

Their fangs are connected to a venom sac in their cheek.

So when they bite down, the cheek muscles squeeze the venom

out of the sac, down through the fang and into their prey.

- What? - Mama, their fangs are hollow.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

You made a syringe.

Is that the same snake?

Fair's fair.

Brace yourself.

Beautiful engineering, indeed.

I'm so sorry I missed your arrival.

But I'm very happy that you're healthy and safe.

We're going to call her Felicity.

It's beautiful.

I wanted to wait to be sure you were fine before I, um...

Well, I'd like to point out that you are, in fact, alive.

I didn't think you'd be one to gloat...

Professor.

I wasn't gonna pass up this opportunity.

I may never get another one.

I want you to know,

you are no longer under any obligation

- to fulfill my dying wish. - I know.

But I still want to go with you to Wylie's Landing.

I want to be there when you

meet Stephen Bonnet.

You tried to die on me, didn't you?

That's why you had Roger and Ian bring you in here.

It wouldn't have taken much effort.

Not dying was harder.

- Jamie. - Aye.

I may have resigned myself to die, but that was...

That was before I made my choice.

When I realized my heart was slowing,

the pain was growing further away

and the fever faded from both, body and mind, leaving the mind clear,

I saw...

Saw what?

It wasn't a door, exactly, more of a passageway of some kind.

And I could go through it if I wanted.

And I did want to.

I knew what lay behind me, too.

I realized in that moment,

I had a choice.

Go forward,

or turn back.

And that's when you asked me to touch you?

I knew you were the one thing that could bring me back.

So why did you choose to stay?

Because you need me.

Not because you love me?

Whether I'm dead, or you...

whether we're together or apart...

I will always love you.

And there's a war coming.

God has made me what I am. He's given me a duty.

And I must do it.

No matter the cost.

Whatever the reason...

James Fraser, you made the wise choice.