Original subtitles

[Claire] Previously...

[Jamie] We've lost so much.

Nothing is guaranteed.

I keep thinking about Lallybroch.

You want to go back to Scotland?

May I present my son?

William Ransom.

We must sever all connection between us.

I shall remain your most humble friend.

[Roger] I wish I could've seen it in its heyday.

We found the Nuckelavee, Da.

And you're related!

[gunshot blasting]

[Jamie] I swore to myself

I would never face my son across the barrel of a gun.

Rob Cameron.

Yeah, I know who you are.

He did it.

Rob took Jem through the stones.

I'm going after him.

I want to help.

I will find him, Bree.

I'll bring him home.

Will you watch over Rollo for me?

Of course I will,

because it means thee will return.

[Jamie] We're getting our wish, Sassenach.

We're going to Scotland.

[bagpipe music plays]

? ?

[Jamie] Dear Bree, your mother, Ian, and I

have now accomplished what was asked of us

and have brought Simon Fraser back to his brother, Hugh,

and to his eternal resting place.

His body came home to Scotland

so that his soul could go home to the Lord,

but I hadna thought how my own soul might feel

out on the wild moorland wi' bagpipes playing.

? ?

I stood on my native soil,

felt the wind's keen embrace,

thought I saw the heavens darken.

It seemed to me that a storm was coming...

and not one of this Earth, but one of my own making,

and one I knew I must face

as we made onwards to Lallybroch.

I realize now that places hold tight

to the things that happen in them,

and to come again to a place you've once lived

is to be brought face-to-face with what you've done there

and who you've been.

I pray that all is well with you

and take solace in the fact that

whatever storms you may face,

you have Roger and the bairns by your side.

[singer] ? 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 ?

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

? Sing me a song ?

? Of a lass that is gone ?

? Say, could that lass ?

? Be I? ?

[Roger] I'm dead.

Are there beetles in heaven?

Of course there are.

God loves all creatures,

even the creepy crawlies.

But splitting headaches?

[groaning]

I think not.

[Buck gasping]

[groaning]

Christ. Are you hurt?

[Buck] My... chest.

Jesus.

Ye're not having a bloody heart attack, are ye?

[Buck] How would I know?

[groaning]

[grunting]

[gasping]

What happens if ye die out of your time?

D'ye disappear as if ye never were?

Maybe ye explode into tiny bits,

but I don't intend to find out.

Just keep breathing.

[grunting]

It's passing, I think.

-Aye? -[Buck] Aye.

Aye.

[grunting]

It worked, then.

It's different, is it not?

[Roger] Aye.

See? No road.

No car. No Brianna.

So don't die on me now, you bugger.

If Buck dies, would I exist?

Would Jemmy exist?

[grunting]

That way's Inverness, then.

If Cameron means to take Jerimiah to America,

that's where he'd look for a ship.

If we separate, we'll cover more ground.

[tense music plays]

Jemmy knows this place.

I brought him here to make sure

he'd never run across the stones unawares.

So he knows how to get home from here,

to Lallybroch.

If he got away from Cameron--

and God, I hope he did--

he'd run for home.

Aye.

I'll go to Inverness, then,

and send word to Lallybroch in a few days' time.

? ?

We'll find him.

Thanks, Buck.

? ?

[sniffling]

[crying softly]

[somber music plays]

? ?

[soft music plays]

? ?

Ian.

[Ian] Ma.

[dramatic music plays]

Oh, God, Ian. [laughs]

My wee lad.

? ?

Oh...

? ?

[soft music plays]

Say what ye will, sister.

Ye've got every right.

? ?

Jenny.

? ?

Jamie.

[laughs]

Michael?

[laughs]

Ye're not in France, then?

I didna think I'd find you here.

Didna expect to find you here, either,

all the way from the New World.

You've brought yer wife, I hope?

No.

My Lillie was...

she was gravely ill with influenza.

She died two weeks ago.

[somber music plays]

? ?

I would have come sooner.

Well, thank the Lord ye've both come in time.

? ?

Where's Da?

[coughing]

[Margaret] Because they find

they keep faith both better and stronger.

It was there I met...

[Old Ian coughing]

They've come, Ian.

Your youngest son's come home.

[soft music plays]

? ?

Da.

Dinna fash.

It's still me.

? ?

[Jamie] Ian.

Good to see you, a charaid.

Jamie...

...a bhr�thair.

[coughing]

Ian.

[chuckles]

? ?

Uncle Jamie, Auntie Claire,

my wee brother.

I'm so pleased ye've come.

How long has he been like this?

[Jamie] He's a warrior, Ian, like his father.

Ye ken when he had a cough

after he came back from the Tolbooth?

[coughing]

After we had all that debt after Culloden,

years ago.

The cough never left.

It's worsened over the last few months.

[Jamie] Have some water.

Consumption.

-You should have written. -We did.

A long while ago.

Maybe we'd already left the Ridge

before yer letter arrived.

Look...

I could be dead tomorrow or not for a year.

If anyone fancies a wager, I'm betting three months.

How will ye collect the winnings, ye old fool?

[laughs]

The Laird's chamber hasna been in use.

Ian doesn't much like the stairs.

I'll prepare it for ye.

[somber music plays]

? ?

I'm so sorry, Jamie.

? ?

I saw this disease many times in the '30s and '40s.

I feel...

how you told me you felt

when ye came through the stones.

As if your world was still there,

but it's not the world ye had.

? ?

This is my home, and yet...

Home is where the heart is,

but it's also the place where it can be broken.

Aye.

These walls have witnessed all our family's woes.

? ?

And countless blessings.

The first time we ever said "I love you" was in this room.

[Jamie sighs]

Some things dinna change.

[chuckles softly]

[soft music plays]

? ?

I'll do what I can.

? ?

We just have to try and make Ian

as comfortable as we can.

Make sure he's surrounded by love

in his final days.

Aye.

? ?

Uncle Ian, tell us all about the Indians.

What did Indian lasses wear, dresses or breeches?

How'd you get those marks on yer face?

Hush now.

Ye'd talk the hind legs off a donkey.

Leave your uncle in peace.

Away wi' the lot o' ye.

[Jenny] Manners.

I dinna think ye've gotten out of it yet, lad.

They'll be back soon enough.

They'll be disappointed.

I havena lived with the Mohawk in some years.

I've been an Indian scout for the war.

So ye've all been fighting in this battle for independence.

Yes. The Revolution.

[Michael] Aye.

And, of course,

Britain declared war on France as soon as France pledged

it would recognize America as a new nation.

But I couldna imagine unrest like that in France.

It's just as well,

since "Fraser et Compagnie" will acquire

three new establishments in Paris.

[Jenny] Hmm.

Well, folk never tire of good wine.

[Old Ian coughing]

[Claire] Ian.

Here, drink this.

It should help.

[Old Ian coughing]

[coughing]

If ye dinna mind,

my youngest son and I have some matters to discuss.

[coughing]

Tell me everything, son.

I-I want to hear about America, about yer dog.

I want to hear it all.

[coughing]

Ye wrote in yer letters that

you and yer Mohawk wife lost yer child.

We know that pain well.

I've had dark days.

But I saw Emily again.

She has a daughter now.

And I met her son, Swiftest of Lizards.

So she bore more children.

Aye. With her new husband.

It was hard not to wish we could have done the same.

[soft music plays]

? ?

But the wee lad...

...I found out...

...he's mine.

? ?

I havena told anyone else.

Ye should tell yer mother.

She'd be happy to ken ye've got a son,

no matter the circumstances.

Mebbe I will.

? ?

It hurt to leave him.

And I've thought about him every day since.

But I knew it was best for him to stay with his family.

He has a father.

Still, it...

it makes my heart glad to know of him.

? ?

Emily asked me to give him a name

for when he walks in our world.

And I did.

Ian James.

? ?

'Tis a fine name.

The world can always stand to have another Ian.

-[coughing] -[chuckles]

Aye.

? ?

But I've made my peace

with what happened between Emily and I.

? ?

Ye know...

Laoghaire's Joan is still unwed.

-She's quite a beauty. -[laughs]

No. There's another lass.

There is?

Who is she?

Her name is Rachel.

She's kind...

and brave.

Full of faith and light.

Do ye love her?

I do.

Does she ken ye love her?

I tried to tell her.

But I said it in Mohawk.

[laughs] Oh.

Ye--but ye asked her to wait for ye?

No, I didna.

But she has my dog.

[laughing]

[coughing]

A dog...

does not a wife guarantee.

Ian, lad, I'm happy for ye.

A man needs a wife, and a good one

it's the greatest gift God has for a man.

That's what yer mother has been to me.

I'd go much easier if I kent ye were settled.

[somber music plays]

Mebbe so.

Promise me.

Hey.

Promise me ye'll go to her, huh?

There's no time to waste,

and if she's as lovely and kind as ye say she is,

ye dinna want some other man to carry her off her feet

whilst ye're away, do ye?

Huh?

I dinna raise ye to be a fool.

? ?

I canna leave ye, Da.

? ?

[birds chirping]

[Jamie] Ye're forcing apples on the poor mare too.

The horses appreciate their teeth as much as I do.

Claire...

...I need to go and see Laoghaire.

Will you kill me if I do?

Are you asking for my permission?

I am not. It's only a...

I thought I should tell ye, is all.

That's very considerate.

Would you mind telling me why you want to go see her?

I didna say I want to see her.

I said I need to.

Hmm.

You know, if you want to find out who she's sleeping with...

there are less direct ways.

I dinna care about that.

It's natural to be curious.

That's not why I need to see her.

'Twas what Hugh said about Simon at the funeral.

Leavin' home,

fightin' in a country that's no' his own,

leaving business unfinished...

'tis the same for me.

I fought in America.

'Tis my home now.

But I have business here, unfinished,

with the woman I married.

Well...

do send her my very best regards, won't you?

[playful music plays]

Why, ye vengeful wee creature.

I'd have never thought it of ye.

Hmm.

Ye're not one to hold a grudge, Sassenach.

Ye never have been.

No, because I'm not a Scot.

Hmm.

But if you do find out who she's sleeping with

and you don't tell me, I will kill you.

Hmm.

? ?

[soft music plays]

? ?

Who're ye, then?

I could ask ye the same thing.

Joey Boswell.

[Laoghaire] James Fraser of Broch Tuarach.

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

Heard ye'd come home.

Good day to ye, Laoghaire.

Unless ye've brought news of my daughter,

I've nothing to say to ye.

Marsali is well.

She and Fergus, thrivin'.

He's a printer now.

And they have four beautiful bairns.

Two lads, two lasses.

Yer grandchildren, Laoghaire.

All healthy and full o' spirit.

And ye've come all this way

to tell me things I've already read about?

No.

[soft music plays]

? ?

I've come to say I'm sorry.

? ?

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

[Roger] My son is out here

somewhere, terrified,

and it's my fault.

I should have listened to Buck.

He was right about Rob Cameron.

Why couldn't I see it?

What good am I if I can't protect my child

and keep him safe?

I'm so sorry, Jemmy.

I'm gonna make this right.

I promise.

? ?

[Jamie] Should not have asked ye to marry me.

My heart was cold.

I had no right to offer you a dead thing.

Aye, I knew that.

I did hope...

I hoped I might be of some help to ye, though.

But everyone could see ye needed a woman.

Just not me, I suppose.

I thought you needed me.

Ye had bairns to feed.

Oh, so that's why ye're here.

Right, now that Joan's grown,

ye suppose ye can come here to talk yer way

out of paying our upkeep, is that it?

-No, that's not it. -Because ye can't!

Ye shamed me before the whole parish,

luring me into a sinful match wi' ye

and then laughin' at me behind yer hand

with yer Sassenach whore.

I... I didn't.

And now ye come back from America,

fardeled up like an English popinjay,

flauntin' yer wealth and playin' the great yin

with yer hussy foamin' on yer arm, is it?

I'm no' fardeled or flauntin' anything.

Well, I'll tell ye,

ye dinna understand one thing about me.

Ye think ye can awe me into crawlin' away

like a dyin' dog and troublin' ye no more?

Think again.

Ye're right about that.

I didna understand anything about ye.

I never have, try as I might.

Ye never tried for an instant!

Ye never truly looked at me.

Never.

? ?

Well, no, I suppose ye looked once,

when I was 16 and ye took that beating for me

at Leoch.

I thought it was because ye loved me.

But I was wrong, wasn't I?

? ?

When Dougal made ye wed the Sassenach whore,

I thought I'd die.

I only took comfort in thinking you felt like dying too.

? ?

It wasna like that, was it?

No.

Ye pitied me, then.

Ye pitied me at Leoch,

and then again when ye took me to wife.

? ?

Who were ye kissin'?

When I took that punishment for ye,

who were ye caught with?

Doesna matter.

Ye kissed me after that.

? ?

But ye were already in love wi' her,

weren't ye?

? ?

Aye.

? ?

Aye, I was.

-[Laoghaire screams] -[clattering]

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

[grunting]

Laoghaire, stop!

I'm sorry. D'ye hear me?

I'm sorry.

-[thud] -[Laoghaire] Oh!

No, no, no! No, Joey!

No, no, no!

Oh! Stop!

Stop! Please!

For the love of God, dinna hurt him!

[Jamie breathing heavily]

Oh. Oh, my poor Joey.

Oh, all is well.

All is well, mo chridhe.

[Jamie] Mo chridhe?

[Laoghaire] It's all right.

He needs me!

And you, ye bastard, never did.

? ?

It's all right.

All is well.

Oh, my poor Joey.

? ?

Shh. Shh.

? ?

[Claire] You're a good man, Jamie Fraser.

Only you would apologize to a woman who shot you.

I thought she'd at least listen to me.

She said I didna understand her,

that I never looked at her,

that I only pitied her.

Well, there is some truth to that.

Aye.

But I wanted to mend things.

Some things can't be mended.

Still, it's good that you tried.

I've been thinking,

there is something that I need to mend too.

I want to tell your family the truth...

about me.

[soft music plays]

Now?

After all these years?

Why?

What I told you about Culloden all those years ago...

[Jamie] Aye?

We couldn't stop Charles Stuart, but...

you lived.

-Wasna on purpose. -[Claire] No.

But your men, they lived too.

And that was on purpose.

? ?

I know something about France,

something that might save many lives.

Especially Michael's.

I couldn't live with myself if I didn't tell them.

What if they dinna believe ye?

It would be like when Jerimiah prophesied

the destruction of Jerusalem.

Folks were so angry about it, they threw him in a well.

How far away is the well?

[soft music plays]

? ?

Claire...

have ye ever been in any doubt that I need ye?

No.

To the best of my knowledge...

you have needed me urgently from the moment you saw me.

And I haven't had any reason to think

you've gotten any more self-sufficient since.

[Jamie] Hmm.

[Claire] Hmm.

? ?

Ten years from now,

there will be a revolution in France,

inspired by the one that's happening in America now.

But it's not the same.

Aristocrats will be killed or forced to flee.

The rich will be persecuted too.

The king and queen will be beheaded by a guillotine,

and a time of bloodshed known as the Terror is coming.

You have a few years to prepare, Michael.

Do whatever you like.

But whatever you do,

do not stay in France past 1788.

How d'ye know this?

How?

[tense music plays]

? ?

I know this because I...

I'm not from this time.

? ?

I was born in 1918.

? ?

[Roger] Let Jemmy be here.

Let him have found his way home to his family.

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

So the...

the stories about ye are true.

Ye are a faerie woman.

A witch.

I dinna ken exactly what my Auntie is.

I suppose she's an old one.

Is she no', Uncle Jamie?

There's no real name for what she is, but...

...Claire has knowledge of things

that will come to pass.

I'd listen to her.

I swear to you all, it's the truth.

It's a lot to take in.

[knocking at door]

[tense music plays]

[Roger] Seek and ye shall find.

Knock, and the door shall be opened unto you.

? ?

I'll answer the door.

[knocking at door]

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

[Roger] Forgive me. Uh...

I-I don't mean to intrude.

My name is Roger MacKenzie, and, well,

I must beg your help, Mr. Murray.

Brian Fraser, Laird of Lallybroch,

your servant, sir.

[Roger] Christ, that's Jamie's father.

You...

You should be dead.

You, uh...

Why aren't you dead?

Are you quite well, sir?

[Roger] Oh, God. I'm in the wrong time.

What year is this?

I'm sorry, I-I, uh...

The fact is that my son has been taken...

uh, by a man named Rob.

Uh, Rob Cameron, and...

Is Jem in the wrong time too?

...well, he's but nine years old.

A fair-haired lad.

His name's Jerimiah MacKenzie.

Has he by chance come this way?

I'm sorry, no. I've seen nothing.

Do come inside.

I'll fetch you a dram.

[dramatic music plays]

? ?

Wee Joanie.

I'm sorry I missed ye when ye came to Balriggan.

Um, well...

will ye not come inside?

I wanted to speak to ye.

Where no one could hear.

Very well.

[tense music plays]

? ?

[Roger] Brian died before Culloden,

so it's earlier than 1746.

[Brian] There aren't many Camerons nearer than Lochaber.

Why is it ye think the man came this way?

Uh, he was seen.

Uh, near Craigh na Dun.

And where is it ye've come from yourself, Mr. Mackenzie?

[person] Supper's ready, Da.

[Brian] My daughter, Janet.

This is Mr. Roger MacKenzie.

[Roger] Jenny.

As lovely as my daughter is, Mr. MacKenzie,

I'm afraid she already has her eye on someone else.

The son of our factor, Ian Murray.

A handsome lad, but, um--

I most certainly do not, Da.

I'll thank ye to keep such observations to yerself.

Uh, my apologies.

I didn't mean to be rude.

-I'm a married man myself. -[Brian] Are you?

Well, ye'll make no great distance in yer search

before darkness falls.

Sup with us.

Stay the night.

Perhaps one of my tenants has seen somethin'.

We'll ask in the morning.

Well, thank you.

That's most kind.

? ?

It's about my dowry.

Hmm.

Who is it ye mean to wed?

Jesus Christ.

I mean to take my vows as a nun.

But my mother willna release my dowry for it.

And the priest and I are in agreement that...

I canna leave my mother if she's to live in sin

with a farmhand.

I'd be damning both their souls to hell.

Why do they not marry?

Because of the arrangement ye made with my mother years ago.

Ye promised to support her,

but the support was to stop if she married again.

And if she does marry another man,

Balriggan ceases to be her property.

It would break her heart to lose it.

But she doesna mean to lose Joey either.

So ye see the difficulty?

And what is it ye want me to do about it?

I dinna ken.

But if anyone can think of somethin'...

'tis you.

[light music plays]

? ?

I always kent ye were keeping a secret from us.

My brother and my son believe ye,

and I ken they are no' easily fooled, and this...

[scoffs]

...well, it explains so much.

I want to beg a favor.

Will ye cure Ian?

Jenny...

[somber music plays]

...I wish I could.

In my time, there are medicines for Ian's illness,

but I've no way of producing them here.

And even if I could, well...

I believe it's too late.

Don't you think I would have already done something

if I could have?

Ye might not...

if ye're still holdin' a grudge against me.

And if that's it, I'll say I'm sorry,

and I do mean it,

though I meant what I did for the best.

A grudge?

Dinna pretend ye've no notion of what I mean.

Ye ken it was me who encouraged Jamie to marry Laoghaire,

and aye, I- I sent for her when ye came back,

but only because he hadna told ye about her,

nor her about you.

You'd broken his heart once already, and--

Jenny, that was all such a long time ago.

? ?

I'm not holding any grudges.

You have to believe me.

If there was something I could do for Ian, then--

Then do it.

? ?

I'm not magic.

And I-I don't have any power.

Just some knowledge.

Not enough to save a dying man.

Not even one that I love.

? ?

I would give my soul if I could do it.

Or maybe you have no soul.

? ?

[Roger] Brian said Jamie's at university in France.

That means he's 18 or 19.

So it must be 1739 or 1740.

Did Rob and Jemmy end up in the wrong time too?

They must have.

But why?

How?

It doesn't matter.

I just have to find Jem.

I will not go back without him.

I cannot go and look my wife in the eye

if I haven't got our son with me.

? ?

[birds chirping]

[Brian] Uh, John Murray.

It's Mr. Roger MacKenzie.

Good day, sir.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Murray.

We heard that you knew something about a faerie man

who'd been seen in these parts.

Aye.

I heard that some farmers taking sheep to market

came across a faerie man wandering the moors.

They said he was strangely dressed--

short coat, long breeches,

and boots the like of which they'd never seen.

Did they say where they saw him?

[John] No.

Has anyone else heard tell of him?

I havena heard anything more, sir.

Was there any mention of a young lad?

[John] I-I dinna ken, sir.

Good day, Mr. Murray.

My son's no' here,

if that's who ye're lookin' for.

I'm here for Mr. MacKenzie.

Your kinsman, William MacKenzie,

he was taken ill on his way to Lallybroch,

and he asked that you come at once.

There's no healer we can send for,

but there's a herbalist some distance away.

? ?

[Jenny screaming]

[sobbing]

[screaming]

[sobbing]

-Jenny. -[gasps]

[somber music plays]

Do you want me to go away?

? ?

No.

What difference does it make?

What difference does anything make?

[Jamie] I ken ye're heartsick about Ian.

We all are.

? ?

I'm scared.

I-I dinna ken how to go on wi'out him.

I understand.

I felt the same when I thought I'd lost Claire,

but...

...I ken you, Janet Fraser.

Ye're stronger than I ever was.

? ?

Ye were only a wee lass when Ma died, but...

ye put on an apron and made us supper.

You fed us and cared for us and our home for years.

Ye, uh...

ye stood up to the Redcoats when they came 'round,

and ye laughed in Jack Randall's face

when he tried to violate ye.

You have born seven bairns...

and grieved for Caitlin,

but ye carried on.

And you cared for our father

till the end.

And there'd be no home without ye,

because ye endure.

Ye're everlasting,

like the broch Lallybroch is built upon.

[laughs softly]

? ?

And I ken, when Ian finally leaves us,

ye will make supper and run this place as ye always have.

For yer children...

and yer grandchildren.

? ?

Dinna suppose I could hide away in that cave of yers.

I wouldna recommend it.

It's cold...

and very damp.

[laughs]

? ?

[Laoghaire] I'm here.

Speak.

I mean to settle a legal matter between us

pertaining to Joan.

Whatever do you care?

I care very much about Joanie.

I believe our previous arrangement

was a hindrance to her prospects.

The nunnery again, is it?

Hogwash.

She'll wed Geordie McCann, and that's my last word.

I'd rather be dead and buried.

You canna blame the lass

for wanting to avoid marriage altogether.

I havena set a very worthy example for her.

[Laoghaire scoffs]

So...

I spoke with Ned Gowan.

[Laoghaire] He's still alive?

[Jamie] Hmm.

Toothless and wrinkled, but uh, jaunty as a cricket.

He's, uh, drawn up an amendment to our agreement.

Why is she here?

[Claire scoffs]

Because like it or not,

I am part of this family.

Aye.

And we need a witness to sign the contract.

I'll no' sign any contract.

Ma... please listen to him.

[Jamie] After a proper record of the marriage

of Laoghaire MacKenzie Fraser

to Joseph Boswell Murray--

ye will agree to the marriage?

? ?

Aye. I will.

It's what I want.

[Jamie] A contract will be signed,

guaranteeing the estate of Balriggan,

currently under my trusteeship,

and al inclusive goods, as the sole property

of Laoghaire Fraser until her death,

not passing to her husband.

In addition,

after yer marriage has been witnessed and attested to,

I will no longer be bound to alimony.

You will release Joan's dowry for her journey,

and I will contribute a small amount of gold

for her upkeep at the convent of her choice.

? ?

Balriggan will be mine?

Will that be agreeable to ye?

[soft music plays]

? ?

Thank ye, athair.

Ye'll pray for me, aye?

Once ye've taken yer vows?

? ?

Every day.

And twice on Sundays.

? ?

Have letters for Brianna and Roger all sorted and ready.

[Jamie] Aye.

We'll take them to the bank in Edinburgh when we can.

And maybe while we're there,

we can pick up that pair of spectacles.

Stop it.

I can see perfectly well.

Hmm.

-[knocking at door] -[door opens]

[Jenny] This came for ye, Claire.

I believe it's from the colonies.

It's from Lord John.

Is it William?

No, William's fine.

He's with John in Philadelphia.

Philadelphia?

[Claire] He said he's sent various letters

to multiple locations to try and get in touch with us.

It's John's nephew, Henry.

He was injured in battle.

Shot twice in the abdomen.

"I had hoped to bring him home to England,

"but physicians here have been unable

"to remove the musket balls lodged in his body.

I am afraid you alone, Claire, can perform this task..."

"...and without your help, Henry will surely die.

"He is convalescing in the home of a Mrs. Woodcock

"on Clover Street in Philadelphia.

"I would not ask this favor

"except for the faith I have in you.

Please come."

He's right.

Henry will die if he doesn't have an operation.

But we can't leave now.

We need to spend whatever remaining time

there is with Ian.

[Jamie] I can't leave,

but you, Claire...

[Jenny] Aye.

Ye must go.

Jenny...

Do ye think ye can save this man?

[somber music plays]

I believe I can.

Ye said it yerself.

Ye canna save Ian,

but if you can save another life...

? ?

I ken ye saved my brother's more than once.

? ?

Ye're yer friend's only hope.

Ye should go.

? ?

[bird chirping]

? ?

For yer lass?

What news canna wait till ye see her?

I willna see her.

I canna leave Da.

When I ran away to Edinburgh as a lad,

and then again when I remained

in the colonies with Uncle Jamie,

I ken I broke his heart.

I willna leave him again.

? ?

And what happens to you?

After...

My duty as a son is at Lallybroch.

Could be tomorrow...

...or not for a year.

I canna ask Rachel to wait

when I dinna ken how long I'll be gone.

I...

I must let her go.

? ?

I'll send it with Auntie Claire.

Come wi' me.

? ?

[Young Ian] Ma, the graveyard?

? ?

[Jenny] Come.

This way.

? ?

Is that right, Ian?

Yer da said he wasna quite certain of the Mohawk spelling.

We looked at the letter ye sent,

and I copied best I could.

I had the stonemason put both.

I thought that was right.

Keh'nohron keh'ion.

? ?

"Beloved daughter."

That is right.

? ?

I thought ye'd want a place to come and visit her,

to mark that she'd been here on this Earth,

and with ye.

She will always have a place wi' us.

Among family.

? ?

All is well, a bhalaich.

Go to yer young woman.

Ye'll always be here wi' us too.

? ?

This is the right thing to do.

Ye can travel with yer Auntie Claire.

But I should be with him for the rest of his life.

No.

Yer da wants you to go and live the rest of your life.

? ?

Yer da wanted ye to have something of his.

It'll keep you warm.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for what I said.

I spoke hastily and in grief.

I know.

I may not understand what ye are, but...

ye do have a soul.

[both chuckling]

And I trust in yer love for our family.

[soft music plays]

Thank you, Jenny.

? ?

You have a sack full of apples for the voyage, Sassenach.

-Will that be enough? -[laughs]

You can never have enough.

Hmm.

I'll count the days.

? ?

[Old Ian coughing]

[somber music plays]

? ?

[grunting]

? ?

Ian.

? ?

[Roger] The herbalist should be right around the corner.

This should be it.

[dramatic music plays]

Oh, Christ.

What may I do for ye?

? ?

[soft music plays]

? ?

[seagull calling]

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