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[Claire] Previously...

[Washington]
Will you do me the honor

of accepting command
of a battalion?

I'd be exceedingly honored.

I take thee, Ian,
to be my husband.

The Great Dismal Swamp
deprived me of my horse.

War is long.

No doubt an opportunity
for redemption

will present itself.

I'm a Rebel

working as an American agent

in the guise of a captain
in His Majesty's army.

I came for the gold.

Did you get ahold
of the locksmith at least?

Yeah, I'm gonna go back
and meet him there now.

[Harkness] Arabella's mine.

I'll have her.

[dramatic music plays]

What is your real name?

Jane.

I have had carnal knowledge
of your wife.

[grunting]

We'll take your prisoner
back to camp

and question him ourselves.

Thee must go.
They're going to hang thee.

[dogs barking]

[Woodsworth]
Where'd you escape from?

I was put in irons
by a British officer

who took me for a spy.

I think
we can relieve your straits.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

Gout.

Oh, don't look so surprised.

I wasn't, the way I eat.

[scoffs]

In any event, the quacks
have ordered me not to travel.

I'm very sorry, brother.

I suppose New York is
out of the question then.

For me, it is.

- No.
- [Hal] Come, now.

I can issue you a new warrant
of commission this instant.

John William...

Bertram Armstrong...

Stop, Hal.

I don't suppose
the quacks will allow you

a game of billiards at least?

I'm afraid I can't stand
long enough to perform a lag.

How's William?

When I saw him last week,
he told me

you hadn't yet procured him
a commission.

He's more than eager
to see action in the colonies.

And I could certainly
guarantee him that.

Henry's about to take up
his own commission

as lieutenant
in Garfield's regiment.

If and when William takes up
his commission,

I will see to it.

I can't stop William
from joining the army,

nor would I if I could,

but there are
other considerations.

And what might those be?

The end of the war, specifically.

Peace,

reconciliation
with Mother England.

It is still possible.

Mm.

Yes, I know
all about your opinion.

Heard your recent speech
in the House of Lords.

Christ Hal, how Henry and Ben
will be fighting across the sea.

Do you want
to have to tell your wife

that your sons
have died in a war

that could have been stopped?

America is a son
who has dishonored his father.

Let that behavior go unpunished,

and what becomes
of our other colonies, hmm?

If my son had done something
that I felt dishonored me,

I wouldn't harm
or kill him in consequence.

Well, you only have one.

I've certainly wanted
to kill one or another of mine

on occasion.

But you haven't.

No, I haven't.

Not yet.

[both scoff]

God's blood,
perhaps you're right.

Perhaps I could pursue peace.

But not capitulation.

Give me your word, John...

[tense music plays]

...that you will never accept

the notion
of American independency.

♪ ♪

Never.

♪ ♪

I, Bertram Armstrong,
swear to be true

to the United States of America,

to serve them honestly
and faithfully

against all their enemies
and opposes whatsoever.

[officer] And to observe
and obey the orders

of the Continental Congress.

And to observe
and obey the orders

of the Continental Congress.

[officer] And the orders
of the generals and officers

set over me by them.

And the orders
of the officers and generals

set over me by them.

♪ ♪

[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? ♪

Well, Mrs. Figg,

maybe it's not as grand
as the last one,

but it'll have to do.

Hmm.

[rapping on door]

[lively music plays]

♪ ♪

[Mrs. Figg] May I help you?

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir!

I assume you have
a presentable dining room

and that your kitchen's
still in good order.

Where's your manners, boy?

What sort of greeting is that?

There's none so fine
as the kitchen in this house.

Yes.

I pride myself on that,

no matter who's asking.

This will be most suitable.

Suitable for what, Lieutenant?

Perhaps the gentleman
will have the courtesy

to explain himself to you, sir,

because he just barged through

without even so much
as a "good day" to me.

I don't care who's winning
this infernal war.

This is still
His Lordship's house

as far as I'm concerned,

and we have standards to uphold.

"His Lordship"?

I'm General Fraser.

This house belongs
to Lord John Grey.

He, uh... he departed

when the city fell
out of Loyalist hands.

Forgive me, General Fraser.

I didn't know.

I'm Lieutenant Beautyman.

General Washington sent me
to survey the condition

of various properties
in the city

since it is now under
our control.

General Washington's here?

Passing through, yes.

He'll rejoin the army soon.

But I've been asked
to find somewhere

he might meet with
a few of his generals

over dinner...

yourself included,
as it turns out.

And now you won't
have to travel far.

The dinner will take place here.

Here?

When?

This evening.

Then I hope you're at home
in the kitchen,

since you'll be
joining me there.

I have an apron
that will suit you just fine.

♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Oh!

[grunts] Oh...

Your pardon, please.

[speaking French]

No, it's my fault.

And you're certainly not
a turnip.

Oh, indeed, madame,
I assure you.

I danced with
the Queen of France once

and trod upon her foot.

She called me a turnip
and forbade me from the court.

[chuckles]

[Lafayette speaking French]

[Claire] Merci beaucoup.

Might I beg
the favor of your name

so I may have the honor
of knowing whom I've assaulted?

Claire Fraser.

My husband is General Fraser.

[speaking French]

Marie Joseph Paul
Roch Gilbert du Motier,

Marquis de Lafayette.

[speaking French]

[soft music plays]

[speaking French]

♪ ♪

I am honored
by your acquaintance,

Madame Fraser, you said?

Fraser, Fraser. Yes.

General Washington has spoken
of your husband.

[speaking French]

I will send you a cheese.

A cheese?

Yes, in apology
for crushing your foot.

I brought many fine cheeses
from my estate in France...

also wine, olives,
preserved food,

jellied eels,
potted meats, and...

yes, I think
a small cask of tripes.

[chuckles]

It's you who should be catering

General Washington's dinner
tonight.

Wow. Mm.

Will you be there?

Considering it's being held
at the house

where I'm staying, then yes.

Why, then, madame,
I will bring the cheese...

[both speaking French]

♪ ♪

[Lafayette] Madame Fraser,
you've not tried the eels.

These are preserved
in a vinegar of champagne

with an essence
of rosemary and marjoram.

Exquisite.

I am fond of marjoram.

Merci, Monsieur le Marquis.

Please, do me the honor
of calling me Gilbert,

as those who love me do.

Is this not so...
[speaking French]

It is, Mrs. Fraser.

Gilbert is as a son to me.

[speaking French]

When I was wounded
at Brandywine,

he wrapped me in his own cloak
and slept by me on the ground.

Very kind of you,
General Washington,

though perhaps we might have
kept Philadelphia

had you remained more wakeful.

Perhaps you've noticed,
General Lee,

we have retaken the city.

Or is it you
who is sleeping now?

Maybe we should talk
about battles before us

rather than fight old ones.

[light laughter]

I have news.

The Loyalists
who left Philadelphia

continue to march north
to New York,

but not the army.

My nephew is a scout
and has discovered

Clinton's camp in New Jersey.

It would seem at least part
of the British army

is much closer than we thought.

Did you enjoy the eels?

- Mmm.
- [guest] Thank you, Mr. Fraser.

[speaking French]

Oh, merci.

Oh, pardon, Madame Fraser.

Ah.

[speaking French]

Allow me to present
one of my aides-de-camp,

Mr. Percival Beauchamp.

Beauchamp?

Oh, that's my family name,

although we pronounce it
"Beecham."

Ah, yes.

The English say it
that way, yes.

Oh... oh, well, my family,
they're from Compiègne.

Perhaps we're distant relatives.

I'd be most pleased
to claim kinship

with such a lovely lady
as yourself, Ms. Fraser.

But alas,
my people are from La Manche.

[laughs softly]

Merci beaucoup.

Merci.

[glass clinking]

Gentlemen...

it appears the battle
is close upon us.

But before I leave,
I'd like to thank our hosts,

General and Mrs. Fraser,
for this fine meal.

I brought you
a small keepsake...

...in honor
of your hospitality.

Thank you.

[soft music plays]

How generous, sir.

We will treasure it always.

♪ ♪

To the United States of America.

♪ ♪

[all] To the United States
of America.

♪ ♪

Mrs. Figg.

Is it true that
you originally had

a six-pointed star in mind?

Yes.

Mrs. Betsy Ross,
with her superior knowledge,

informed me that
five-pointed ones

would be somewhat easier
to embroider.

♪ ♪

A nation without a flag is
like a furnace without a fire.

♪ ♪

Exactly.

What is a flag
but a piece of cloth,

and yet it stands for something.

What are we but mere mortals,

and yet we stand for something.

What does a man see

when he looks
at the stars and stripes?

♪ ♪

And he's not alone.

♪ ♪

And we dare to hope.

[Lafayette] Hear, hear.

- Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear.

A glass with you,
and another toast.

This time, to victory.

[all] To victory.

[uplifting music plays]

♪ ♪

- Good night.
- Thank you.

[Claire] Thank you.

My heartfelt thanks,
once again, Mrs. Fraser.

A meal which sadly
may not be recorded

in the annals of history,
but one to remember.

Your companies are under
my command, General Fraser.

We should discuss
our dispositions for battle,

perhaps over another dram.

Aye.

Merci beaucoup, Gilbert.

[speaking French]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

♪ ♪

Husband.

Wife.

I do love that word.

[Young Ian] Mm.

How was thy day?

Um, profitable.

Dangerous?

No, I-I saw but was not seen.

I met no one who wished me harm.

Hm.

I'm glad of that...

though I had half hoped

that I could patch thee up
a little.

Well, I was scratched
by a tree, I think.

[laughs]

♪ ♪

Back to sleep.

I'll join you once I've washed.

♪ ♪

I do not want to sleep.

And I do not want thee washed.

♪ ♪

Show me this scratch of yours.

♪ ♪

You know, I canna remember
where it is.

Mm.

I think you'll have
to search for it.

♪ ♪

[Young Ian moans softly]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

I assume everything went
all right with General Lee?

Ah, well, well enough.

[chuckles]

Yeah, it's Washington

that's the burr
under his saddle,

no' me.

Lee thinks Congress should ha'
made him commander in chief

on the strength
of his greater experience

in military matters.

Has he actually got any?

Aye, aye, he's fought
in several countries.

Washington's only fought
in America.

Well, I did wonder
about his missing fingers.

Those he lost in a duel
over a woman in Italy.

Hm.

Well, I'd never heard of him,

whereas
the Marquis de Lafayette,

he'll go down in history.

You know,
he brings troops from France

that help us win the last battle

of the revolution in Yorktown.

And he has excellent taste
in cheese.

[Jamie] Ah.

Roquefort, one of my favorites.

- Hm.
- Hm.

Well, Lee showed me a list
of my officers and staff.

I'll meet them tomorrow
just outside the city,

drill them for a few days
before we leave.

You have officers and staff.

Aye.

Ten companies of militia
all under my command,

each with his own
corporal and aide.

I have two lieutenants
and two personal aides

to run messages,
fetch water, load my pistols.

A general
with ten companies of militia.

It's impressive.

Hm.

You'll have to be careful,

or Brianna will find you
in the history books.

It's not always a good thing

to be found
in the history books.

Something else is troubling you.

[soft music plays]

I'll have 300 souls
in my hands, Claire.

♪ ♪

I've never led more than 50

and never commanded men
I didna ken.

Three hundred.

[sighs]

But all I need just now
is you, Sassenach.

Hm.

♪ ♪

Well, maybe a wee bit more
of that cheese.

[chuckles] Here.

Hm.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

Dispatch from
General Clinton, Sir.

What is your name, sir,
and your rank?

William Ransom,
Captain Lord Ellesmere, sir.

Lord Ellesmere, indeed.

Now, I have seldom seen
such slovenliness in dress,

even amongst
the private soldiers, sir.

You look like a groom from one
of my father's estates.

And where is your gorget, sir?

I could fine you 10 shillings
for being out of uniform.

It has been lost, sir.

And I'm no groom.

I assure you.

[tense music plays]

[paper rustling]

♪ ♪

Go.

Mend your dress, sir,
and wash your bloody face

before you show it
to another officer.

Yes, sir.

♪ ♪

God's blood.

[speaking Latin]

[giggling]

What the devil
are you doing here?

Who's that?

This is my sister,
Frances Pocock.

We were told this was your tent.

Curtsy to His Lordship now,
Fanny.

Your most humble servant,
Ms. Pocock.

I am charmed
to meet your sister.

But I fear you take me
at something of a...

disadvantage.

Yes.

That's a piece of luck.

I couldn't think
how I was to find you,

but then we heard
the British were encamped here

and took a chance.

[speaking Latin]

Perhaps your boldness
will bring you fortune.

You know Latin.

There's a great deal
you don't know about me, sir.

Doubtless,
surprise has deprived you

of your usual exquisite manners.

I distinctly recall asking,

what the devil
are you doing here?

Captain Harkness came back.

So we've run away.

[soft music plays]

Why?

Captain Harkness
is with the army.

Why-why would you come here
of all places,

instead of staying safe
in Philadelphia?

♪ ♪

Well, mostly...

♪ ♪

I wanted to give this
back to you.

I...

Thank you.

♪ ♪

What I...

what we really want

is your protection.

I don't think
I should have any difficulty

making a living with the army.

But it's not what I want
for my sister...

♪ ♪

...that sort of life.

♪ ♪

I imagine not.

♪ ♪

What else did you have in mind?

I haven't quite decided yet.

But if you could help us go
somewhere Harkness won't be...

[Frances] Please, sir.

My sister says
you're a good man.

♪ ♪

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

This is stupid.

♪ ♪

One...

two...

♪ ♪

Two fucking bastards
in my house.

♪ ♪

Ernie?

No!

[brakes screeching]

♪ ♪

Get back in the van!

[gunshot]

Get back in the van!

Get back in the van!

Get under something
and stay in the very back.

- [engine sputtering]
- Ernie!

I'm trying!

[engine sputtering]

- [gunshot]
- [indistinct shouting]

[Ernie] Get the door!

♪ ♪

[indistinct shouting]

[person grunts]

[engine starting]

♪ ♪

It's Rob!

♪ ♪

Just go!

♪ ♪

Callahan!

♪ ♪

Why did you come back?

That Rob fellow was waiting
at our house, Bree.

He wanted to ask us questions.

We didn't think
the children were safe.

I thought you might not
be safe either.

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

[William] I'll be leaving
for New York in a few days

carrying dispatches.

I'll make provision
for you and your sister

to receive regular army rations
as camp followers

and to travel with me
under my protection.

In return,
you will be my laundress.

Your laundress?

Yes.

I don't know how to do laundry.

Well, how difficult could it be?

Well, one needs a kettle,
a paddle, some soap.

Borrow them
from the other women or...

[coins clinking]

...buy what you need.

She doesn't know how.

Look.

I am sure that we can come
to another more...

reasonable accommodation.

You don't know
how to-to use money?

I've never had any money.

Now, I know the names
of the coins,

but I don't know
what you can buy with them,

except for what you can buy
in a brothel.

My cunt is worth six shillings.

My mouth is three.

And my ass is a pound.

If someone gave me
three shillings,

I wouldn't know if you
could buy a loaf of bread

or a horse with them.

I've never bought anything
in my life.

You have wages.

I've been in a brothel
since I was 10 years old.

I earn wages,
but I never see them.

Madge spends them on our upkeep.

And you hand me this?

[scoffs]

Stay with the laundresses.

You'll be safe here.

Stay away from the soldiers

until I can find you
some more...

some more modest clothing.

Dressed like that,
the last thing I want

is for you to be taken
for a whore.

I am a whore.

No, you are not.

Not while you're under
my protection.

[militaristic music plays]

♪ ♪

[person] Fire!

[canon booming]

Name?

Abraham Shaftstall, sir.

Straighten your hat, Private.

This is General Fraser.

Thank you, Lieutenant Bixby.

And his hat is the least
of our worries.

It willna stop a musket ball

no matter where it sits
on his head.

But being prepared will help.

Are you prepared,
Mr. Shaftstall?

What weapons do you have?

A pistol in good...

fairly good order.

Um, hunting knife, axe,

and a snare for... for rabbits.

Is that a weapon?

I'm sure it is to the rabbits.

[laughs]

But it's professional soldiers
we'll be facin'.

Fetch me a musket, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

You can keep that as well.

I wouldna want ye wasting
yer ammunition on the rabbits.

What's your name?

Charlie Whelan, sir.

[soldier coughing]

Oh, you're fine.

How long have you had
this cough?

Three days?

Three weeks?

Three months.

Fall out.

Go to the hospital tent.

Tell the doctor
I said you've consumption

and you must be sent home.

What the hell
are you doing here?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

Do move on, my dear.

♪ ♪

General.

[tense music plays]

Claire?

♪ ♪

I surrender.

I surrender to you personally,
General Fraser.

♪ ♪

[Claire] You can wait outside,
Lieutenant.

Mistress Fraser.

[Claire]
I'd like to examine that eye.

[Grey] If what I'm seeing
with my good eye is real,

you needn't bother
with the state of this one.

I gather you know
what happened to it.

I do.

I'm so sorry, John.

Is your husband sorry?

No, I don't think so.

I don't blame him,

though I never imagined
I'd be his prisoner,

in my own home, no less.

How on Earth did you end up

in a militia
with Continental soldiers?

Denzell said you escaped.

I did...

the first time.

Here, look up.

I can't.

I rather think my eyeball
is set like a hard boiled egg.

Hm, you think you're joking.

Now, does this hurt?

Ah!

Well, I'll take that as a yes.

Well, as far as I can tell

without the necessary equipment,

you've fractured the orbit.

And the reason
you can't move your eye

is because
the inferior rectus muscle

is trapped in the crack.

[tense music plays]

Can you help him, Claire?

I don't know,
but I'm going to try.

♪ ♪

What are you going
to do with him?

♪ ♪

Do you have to return
to your men?

♪ ♪

Bixby and Orden
will be drilling them.

They won't need me till sundown.

As for him...

I should send him
to General Washington

to be questioned, but...

Washington may well end up
hanging him for a spy.

What the devil
were you thinking?

You left me in the hands
of an American militia.

I escaped only to be
discovered again

by another American militia.

I had to swear
an oath of an allegiance

to the United States of America

to avoid being hanged
on the spot.

So here we are.

♪ ♪

Aye, here we are.

♪ ♪

What are you doing, Sassenach?

You're not gonna pour honey
in his eye, surely?

[Claire]
The honey is for later.

It will make your eye feel
more comfortable.

And it should help prevent
infection.

Honey it is, then.

Yes, but...

well, first, I'm going to need

to grasp your eyeball
and turn it a little

to free the trapped muscle.

Jamie, if you could hold him.

♪ ♪

I'm going to need both of you
to be absolutely still.

I'm sorry, John,
but there's no other way.

But if we're lucky,
at least it'll be quick.

[Grey groaning]

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

[lively music plays]

What the bloody hell
are you doing?

I should think it's obvious.

Well, stop doing it.

Why?

You want to.

I don't.

♪ ♪

He does.

♪ ♪

Put that on.

[Jane scoffs]

[William sighs]

I was trying to do you
a kindness.

Soldiers always want to fuck
before a fight.

Ah, I see. [scoffs]

Yes, most kind of you.

But I'm not going to fight,

because I was paroled
after Saratoga.

And as I told you,
you are not a whore.

You are certainly not my whore.

Coward.

What?

You heard me.

Good night.

[sweeping music plays]

♪ ♪

No.

That's all. We can't.

Last time, we did.

Last time, you wanted to.

It wasn't only... a kindness.

How do you know what I want?

♪ ♪

Good night.

♪ ♪

[scoffs]

♪ ♪

[crickets chirping]

I can feel ye wi' me.

I hope ye havena come
wi' bad news.

Who is thee talking to?

My da.

I think of him often.

But it's no' so often
that I feel him with me.

I wondered if he might have
come to warn me.

Of what?

That I might die in battle.

But you came in.

I take that as a very good sign.

Do they still say
you may fight soon?

We will muster,

see what comes of it.

I only want to make sure
I'm ready.

When the time comes,

does thee usually put
thy paint on alone?

It would seem rather difficult.

Sometimes
we would do it together,

my clan brothers and I.

Ye can help me if ye'd like.

Show me how it's done.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

A dove.

♪ ♪

My uncle says

the dead stand at yer back
when ye go into battle.

♪ ♪

Ye carry yer woman with ye.

♪ ♪

This is you, my dove.

♪ ♪

[engine rumbling]

[engine stalling]

[Ernie] Bloody van!

You okay?

We're gonna be okay.

Everybody all right?

We weren't followed, but...

I know Roger's in Boston, Bree.

It might be wise to go
and join him for a while, eh?

Get as far away
from those nutters as you can.

I think we should figure out
why your van keeps stalling.

I'm so sorry, Fiona,
for roping you into all this.

Oh.

We're safe now, eh?

My wee ones are safe.

We'll all go stay with Ernie's
parents for a few days, aye?

And sort things out.

Tomorrow,
you'll call the police.

No.

No police.

I already tried.

It's time for a new plan.

All right, Ernie.

Give that a try.

[engine starting]

So what's the new plan?

Ernie's right.

[soft music plays]

I think it's time for me
and the kids to go to Roger.

♪ ♪

Your laundry, sir.

We're even.

- Come on, Fanny.
- Where are you going?

[Jane] New York.

Without me? How?

You haven't any money.

You don't have a horse.

I promised I'd see you
to New York myself.

And I will.

Then we must leave now.

Is this because
of Captain Harkness?

I know you stole
the gorget back.

What else did you do?

[tense music plays]

It's all right.

No one will find out.
I swear it.

♪ ♪

You best tell him, Janey.

♪ ♪

Tell me what?

♪ ♪

I knew he'd come back.

The bad ones always do.

Fanny's maidenhead's worth
10 pounds,

and Madge was saving her
for a rich man

with a taste
for newly hatched chicks.

Well, Captain Harkness
offered 20.

I wasn't having that.

So I asked Madge
to send us up together,

so that I could keep Fanny
from making a fuss.

I knew what he was like, see.

He wasn't the sort to plow you
like a bull and have it done.

He'd toy with you...

making you do things,

all the while telling you
what you're meant to do.

The bloody bastard...

I had a knife
from the kitchen in my gown,

and while he was getting
started, I came from behind.

♪ ♪

I meant to stab him in the back,

but he could see on Fanny's face

what I was doing.

It wasn't her fault.

She couldn't help it showing.

♪ ♪

But he turned around quick,

and there wasn't any choice.

I stuck the knife in his throat.

I was gonna do it again,

but there wasn't any need.

Blood everywhere.

How did you get away?

I was in my chamber,
and he bolted the door.

Nobody was surprised
when Fanny started screaming...

knowing what he was up to.

♪ ♪

We got out through the window,

rode with a farmer on his wagon.

♪ ♪

If you knew he'd come back,
as you say,

why didn't you try to escape
before he came?

♪ ♪

I wanted to kill him.

♪ ♪

Will you give me over
to a magistrate?

♪ ♪

I wouldn't do that, no.

♪ ♪

Why not?

Excellent question.

But I won't.

♪ ♪

Thank you, William.

♪ ♪

I haven't got anything else
to give you in thanks.

Jane, I don't need thanks.

Only...

please, don't go.

♪ ♪

[person] Fire!

[gunshots]

[soldiers grunting]

Drilled them hard, sir.

They'll be ready to fight.

Keep going.

I need them drilled
well enough to come home.

[militaristic music plays]

Shaftstall, Whelan.

♪ ♪

Do you recall me telling you
that war is long?

Yes, sir.

Well, since the infernal
Rebels won't quit,

you now have your chance
to prove worthy of my trust.

I have a correspondence
for Oberst Von Schnell,

a Hessian encamped at Spotswood.

It is vital that he receive it.

In fact...

our success in the coming
battle depends upon it.

I will not fail you again.

You have my word.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

That's good.

You've regained
movement of the eye.

Thank you, Claire.

Jamie's troops
are being mustered.

We have to join
the rest of the army today.

And where will I go, pray tell?

You will stay here
under guard, I'm afraid.

Jamie said
there's no possibility

of your exchange happening
before the battle,

which could happen any day now.

I am sorry, John.

A gentleman to see you.

Monsieur Beauchamp.

Pardon, Madame Fraser.

I have a private message
for His Lordship.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[speaking French]

Entirely personal.

Personal?

He's my stepbrother...

or was.

I gather you've already met.

Yes, at dinner the other night.

A moment, please.

Of course.

I have some packing to do.

But I won't be far away
should you need me.

Beauchamp?

How?

I married one of the sisters
of the Baron Amandine.

The family name is Beauchamp.

I adopted it.

Congratulations
on your marriage.

Which one are you sleeping with?

The baron or the sister?

[scoffs]

Both, on occasion.

What in God's name
are you doing here?

Last I heard,
you were in France.

[speaking French]
...indeed.

I've been there
ever since you...

helped me.

And yes, it is urgent.

I'm an aide to Lafayette.

I hear things.

Do you know a British captain
named Richardson?

I do.

I gather that last year
he sent William

into the Great Dismal
in Virginia with the intention

that he should be captured
by a nest of Rebels

who have a bastion there.

Presumably, they would have
let it be known

that William had deserted
while holding him prisoner

with the aim of discrediting
your family,

especially the Duke of Pardloe.

Why discredit my brother?

Hal had been making
rather inflammatory speeches

in the House of Lords
at the time about the war,

about reconciliation,

and the Americans wanted him
to stop.

You're saying that Richardson
is a turncoat and a spy?

Yes.

And he's at it again,

sending your son
to a gang of Hessians

this time encamped
at a place called Spotswood,

near Monmouth.

There are details here.

William will be carrying
a cipher that will instruct

these Hessians to take him
and hold him captive.

Richardson is not bothering
with politics.

This is simple abduction,
possibly torture,

with the intent of demanding
your and Hal's cooperation

as the price of the boy's life.

Oh, God.

[soft music plays]

♪ ♪

Why are you helping me?

♪ ♪

[speaking French]

Who hurt you, John?

♪ ♪

A man who had a right
to touch me.

♪ ♪

Goodbye, John.

And um, good luck.

Where did you get this?

Percival Beauchamp.

He warned me.

Although his name
isn't Beauchamp.

It's Wainwright.

Perseverance Wainwright.

He's as English as I am.

He's been employed
as a French spy

ever since I helped him flee
a British prison

some 20 years ago
and deceived people

into believing he was dead.

And as I said,
he's my stepbrother.

William is in danger.

And you believe him?

I do.

He's an unscrupulous bastard,

loyal to no one but himself,
but...

[Claire] Beauchamp is right
about one thing.

Richardson is a spy.

He told me
the night of the dinner

when we were dancing.

What?

He wanted influence over Hal,
and he asked me to spy on you,

but of course, I said no.

Why didn't you bother
telling me?

I'm sorry, John,

but he and I
were on the same side.

If I'd known
he'd wanted to harm William...

I have 300 men under my command.

We're marching into battle.

I canna abandon 300 souls
for the sake of one,

even if that one is my own son.

Two hundred and ninety-nine.

You used to have 300 souls,

and now you have 299
and one prisoner,

whom you could parole
and set free.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

If anyone should ask who he is,
tell them he's a prisoner.

You're minding him
for General Lafayette.

His company's safe away already.

No one should ask any questions.

[Young Ian] Aye, uncle.

Here.

♪ ♪

Take these.

♪ ♪

I'm becoming quite
used to wearing irons.

Ye dinna get used to it,
believe me.

♪ ♪

Go.

Save our son.

♪ ♪

[hooves clopping]

♪ ♪

[William] Good day.

Guten Tag.

I have a message
for Oberst von Schnell.

[soldier speaking German]

Oberst?

Oberst Von Schnell.

From Captain Richardson, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Will you have some coffee
before you go?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

[speaking German]

[soldier speaking German]

Thank you.

[soldier speaking indistinctly]

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[paper rustling]

♪ ♪

You've come a long way.

Please stay for supper.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪