04x07 - Down the Rabbit Hole

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CLAIRE: Previously...

ROGER: "It is with grief that the news is received of the deaths by fire of James MacKenzie Fraser and his wife."

They received the land in .

So that means sometime in the next years, they die.

Hello, this is Roger Wakefield.

Um, may I speak with Brianna Randall?

- GAYLE: She went to Scotland.
- To Scotland? Why?

- To visit her mother.
- How long ago?

GAYLE: Couple of weeks ago.

Thought you two would've seen each other by now.

She asked me to wait a year before sending it to you.

BRIANNA: Roger, I found out something terrible is going to happen to my mother and Jamie.

If I didn't try to go and help them, I would never have forgiven myself.

Good-bye, Roger.

WOMAN: ♪ 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 ♪

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

(WIND BLOWING)

♪

♪

Oh.

(GRUNTS)

(WINCING)

♪

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(YELPS)

♪

(WINCING)

♪

♪

"Time is not a reality, but a concept or a measure."

(SIGHS) So says the Greek orator, Antiphon.

Well, for yer sake, I hope that time travel is a reality, otherwise you'll have shaved your beard for nothing.

D'ye have everything?

Aye.

Money, map, compass, Kn*fe... Gemstone.

(BIRDS CHIRPING SOFTLY)

♪

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(LOW BUZZING)

Do you hear that?

The stones dinna call to me.

♪

(MUSIC ESCALATES)

♪♪

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

(WINCES)

♪

(OWL HOOTING)

(LOW BUBBLING)

♪

(GRUNTS, PANTING)

♪

(PANTING, GASPING)

♪

(DOOR CREAKING)

♪

(WHIMPERS)

(WHISPERING) Shh, it's all right, sweetheart.

We are home now.

There we go.

♪

LAOGHAIRE: Lass?

Where am I?

Ye're in my home.

Ye were lying in the moss, cold as ice.

We had no choice but to bring ye home wi' us.

Here.

I've, uh, brought ye some morsels to eat.

Thank you.

This is the best chicken I've ever tasted.

(LAUGHS) If only.

Thank ye. 'Tis roasted pigeon.

It's not prepared this way in... England.

Oh, ye've come from England?

You've an unusual accent.

And ye're all alone?

I'm, um,

I'm trying to reach Ayr Harbor.

My parents are in the Americas.

I'm going to meet them there.

Marsali's in North Carolina.

My eldest daughter.

She's marrit now.

- To a frog!
- (LAUGHS)

Aye, he is at that, but he's also the father of my grandchild.

Ye're a fair way from any harbor I know of, lass.

Were ye truly of a mind to walk by yerself?

I, uh, was hoping to catch a ride with someone on the road.

♪

I'm Laoghaire, and this is my daughter, Joanie.

(SOFT LAUGH) Uh, Brianna.

Dinna fash, Brianna.

Ye may stay as long as ye need.

Have some rest now.

♪

IAN: A good evening to you, Mistress.

I was expecting ye earlier.

Aye, I was detained.

Ye best have good news for me tonight, Ian Murray.

I canna take much more of this.

I ken it's no what you're expecting.

(COINS JINGLING)

It's not half of what he owes me.

IAN: I beg you to be reasonable, Mistress.

You'll have your money as soon as he's able to send it.

- He's an honorable man.
- LAOGHAIRE: Honorable?

Is it honorable to commit bigamy, then?

Desert his wife and children?
(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

CLAIRE: It's my graduation for God's sake, Frank.

You humiliated me in front of my new colleagues.

FRANK: Well, welcome to the club.

CLAIRE: What the hell does that mean?

FRANK: Keep your voice down. You'll wake Brianna.

CLAIRE: What does that mean?

FRANK: It means you're not as good an actress as you think you are, Claire.

CLAIRE: You knew how important today was to me.

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

LAOGHAIRE: I've been living in drag, eating nothing but scraps.

It's not right. He promised more than this.

IAN: Mistress, he's doing the best that he can.

If you'd only give him a bit more time...

LAOGHAIRE: I married him in good faith, and he promised me payment for the wrong he did to me...

Running away with that heathen and leaving me here to rot.

IAN: Laoghaire, you ken he's a man of his word.

If he had more, he'd send more.

I'm tired of his excuses.
We canna eat excuses.

We're in need of the money.

(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)

Who's the lass?

(SIGHS) A traveler I took in.

Pitiful sight she was... Cold and weary, could barely stand on her feet.

A-Apologies, lass. I didna mean to awaken ye.

No, I'm sorry to interrupt.

An outlander?

Look, it's nae bother.

Ye need rest. Have another lie down.

♪

(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)

(SIGHS) We dinna want to see ye goin' without.

Take this for now.

Oh, no, no. I'll no take a penny from you.

I want his money.

I still have my pride.

♪

(DOOR CLICKS, THUDS)

♪

Good morning.

LAOGHAIRE: Oh, good morning to you, lass.

(SOFT LAUGH) Keeps the garden lookin' neat.

Though if I'd kent I was to have a visitor, I'd have...

I hope you'll forgive the intrusion yesterday.

What? No, it's me who's intruding.

BRIANNA: You've been so kind.

You must have thought me uncouth...

To be in my parlor, arguin' with a man.

Is he your husband?

Oh, no.

No, a... a messenger only.

Comes bearin' ill tidings each month...

(SIGHS) Kin of my former husband.

Comes to remind that the money I am owed wilna be paid.

Sorry. That must be difficult.

Times are hard. I wilna lie.

The dress fits you well.

Ye're nearly the same size as my Marsali.

Och, wi' yer own garment all in tatters and not fit to keep ye warm...

Something woolen'll serve you much better for yer voyage at sea.

Thank you.

I hope someone would do the same fer my girls.

'Tis flattering indeed.
Is it no, Joanie?

Soon ye'll be grown enough fer a dress such as this, and leave me to get married, no doubt.

Will ye help me with the garden?

Now there's a thought.

I'll put on some stew.

Is it your father who doesn't send the money?

My Da.

Aye.

I call him Da, but... my own father left when I was wee.

I dinna remember him.

Do you ever put flowers in your hair?

(LAUGHING) No, not this time o' year.

Here. I'll do it for you.

Such a beautiful color.

Like yours.

I'm told it's like my father's, but I've never met him.

Ma says that men are louts.

- Do ye ken if he's a lout?
- (CHUCKLES)

I-I don't know.

I don't think he is.

I hope to find out for myself one day.

Is it your Da she thinks is a lout?

He was good and kind to me always, but he broke Ma's heart.

He didna love her as she loved him.

I could say the same about the man who raised me.

My mother didn't love him the way same way in return.

(FIRM KNOCKING)

- (KNOCKING CONTINUES)
- Uh, it's open.

Why aren't you answering the phone?

Are you gonna stay at the office all night?

What is going on with you?

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

What's this?

That is research from a colleague in Scotland.

Who d*ed?

FRANK: Um... it's complicated.

Well, do you wanna talk about it?

I mean, "complicated" is a relative term, Daddy.

It all depends on your perspective.

My daughter, the psychiatrist.

(IN ENGLISH ACCENT) So, Professor Randall...

(SOFT LAUGH)

BRIANNA: It seems you've been working very hard lately.

You could say that.

BRIANNA: And your research is...

Mm, let me think.

What term would Freud use?

Going nowhere?

(SOLEMN DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

Yep, you could say that too.

(NORMAL VOICE) Well, that doesn't sound like you, Daddy.

What is it?

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

Um...

Daddy, it's me. You can tell me.

♪

Bree...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I can't. I...

Look it, it's obviously important to you.

Yeah.

It was everything to me, aside from you.

And Mama?

You should go home.

She'll be worried about you.

She'll be fine.

Go home, Brianna. Please.

Go home.

FRANK: Brianna?

Someday, I promise, you'll understand.

Maybe someday, I won't care.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

- (KNOCKING)
- BRIANNA: Come in.

(DOOR CREAKS)

Your bed should be warm by now.

My nest here will be empty before too long.

'Course, I hope Joanie will marry in time...

to a good man, if there is such a thing.

She's seen them come and go.

There are good men.

And she's a lovely girl.

I'm sure when the time's right,

she'll find a man who'll do anything for her.

Well, as her ma, I'd do anything for her.

But a husband... hard to be sure.

There was a time when my last husband

would ha' done anythin' for me.

When I was a young lass, he took a b*ating for me.

And he would steal kisses from me whenever he had the chance.

He loved me once...

until he was bewitched by another woman.

(DARK MUSIC)

'Tis her fault his heart hardened against me.

I'm sorry.

Aye, ye've nothin' to be sorry for, lass.

Though I do miss him.

I know the pain of missing someone.

We were a family.

Come nightfall, we would sit together around the fire, Joanie on his knee and Marsali at his side and he and I would tell a tale
or two from the Bible.

There was so much joy then.

Since he left us, I, I canna bring myself to recite them.

It pains Joanie.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

What was Joanie's favorite story?

Ah, she loved the story of Naomi and Ruth.

♪

Would you tell it to me?

In the days when the judges ruled, there was a famine in the land.

And so a man from Bethlehem in Judah, along with his wife and two sons...

♪

Went to live for a while in the country of Moab.

The man's name was Elimelek.

His wife's name was Naomi.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪

He's over there.

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY) Thank you.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Are you the captain of the "Gloriana"?

MAN: Indeed I am.

I'm seeking passage to the Carolinas.

There's no luck here.

I do intend to sail to Wilmington on my way to Philadelphia, but I'm taking no one else aboard.

Sir... Captain, please.

I'd do anything.

My lass is there and I need to find her.

And you can't find yourself one here?

There's none so handsome as an Irish woman, I grant you.

Still, ye'll have to try.

As I've said... Takin' no one else aboard.

BONNET: Gentleman.

Would you take me on as a member of your crew?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Your hands are better suited to writing letters than sailing.

(GRUNTS)

Captain!

Where do you want this?

(CHUCKLES)

BONNET: You believe in luck?

Heads, you come. Tails, you stay.

What's your name?

Roger MacKenzie.

shillings a month, Mr. MacKenzie.

You're free to leave the ship when it's in port, and you'll be paid once the cargo's unloaded.

Sailors'll show you where to go.

(CHUCKLES)

BONNET: And MacKenzie?

There's four ports before Wilmington.

I hope she's worth it.

♪

Is yer ankle better?

Almost... (BLOWS)

I'll be on my way soon.

Ye've been a blessing, lass.

LAOGHAIRE: That cupboard's been broken since my husband lived here.

I'm happy I could help.

Look at ye!

It's not like you, Joanie, to keep yer braid for another day.

She's taken a liking to ye.

♪ If you're going to San Francisco ♪

♪ Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair ♪

I dinna ken that one.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) It's my mother's favorite.

Some of the girls at Lallybroch would put flowers in their hair in summer.

Lallybroch?

Aye, it's not far from here.

My mother's relatives live there.

I've never met them, but she always spoke of them so fondly.

And who might yer mother be?

I may have kent her, spendin' a bit o' time at Lallybroch myself.

Claire Fraser.

Do you know her?

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪

Ye never said yer name was Fraser.

It's not. It's Randall, after Frank, the man who raised me.

I see.

The husband yer mother didna care for.

I heard ye and Joanie speaking about it in the garden.

She cared for him. She just...

LAOGHAIRE: Didna love him as she loved this other man...

Yer true father.

Must be a good man, this Frank Randall...

To have raised a daughter such as ye.

Yes, he was.

He d*ed.

Some years ago.

LAOGHAIRE: I'm sorry to hear it.

It sounds as though he'd never leave ye by choice, only by God's hand.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

Mm. You're up early.

I decided a cream tea necessary.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

No.

It's you that deserves an apology.

I was not myself last night.

No. I shouldn't have pushed you.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS)

Nothing that a good cup of tea and a scone can't fix.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Mm.

Well? How is it? Mm.

It's perfect.

Do you ever...

Have you ever thought about studying abroad?

I don't know. Why?

There are some excellent universities.

Yeah, I'm sure there are, but I mean, Harvard's here, and you're here.

LAOGHAIRE: Do you believe the story yer mother told ye?

About your true father and why he couldna raise ye?

Of course.

I have no reason to doubt my mother. Why do you ask?

LAOGHAIRE: Well, folks talk... at Lallybroch.

'Course I wouldna want to repeat what they say, it bein' about yer father.

What do they say about him?

Nothing.

Forgive me, lass, for speakin' of it.

Please? Tell me.

(SOFT FOREBODING MUSIC)

Well, I dinna like to repeat such things myself, but there are some folk who say there was no room in his heart for a bairn, and he sent yer mother away
upon findin' she was wi' child.

They were married and in love.
Why wouldn't he want a child?

Why wouldn't he want me?

'Tis but whisperins hereabouts, but I shouldna ha' told ye, but I didna want ye to hear it from folk elsewhere.

People gossip.

- Even after all this time?
- LAOGHAIRE: Oh, aye.

A tale such as that, why...

Think no more of it, lass.

I only hope... he doesna turn ye away for a second time.

I have to find them, even if he is what you say.

What is it that's so pressing?

This will sound strange, but they need my help.

I can prevent their deaths if I go to them now.

There's going to be a fire.

How would ye ken such a thing?

I can't explain it.

If there's something that will prevent mereceiving my alimony, ye'd best speak of it.

Your alimony?

What does this have to do with you?

How dare ye come into my home and treat me...

How dare ye!

Uh... you brought me here.

LAOGHAIRE: Did they send ye here? Is that what's happened?

Did they sent ye here to laugh at me, or did ye bewitch me yourself?

Ye're a witch just like yer ma.

- You know my mother?
- LAOGHAIRE: I ken her well.

Your mother was the thievin' whore who stole my husband and left me destitute.

Your mother is Claire?

Yes, but she never wanted to leave Jamie...

She went home to another man.

And when he d*ed, she came back for my Jamie.

Bewitched him, she did, with a love spell that made me invisible.

She never meant to hurt anyone!

She wouldn't. I'm sorry, I...

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪

I can see I'm no longer welcome.

Claire Fraser should ha' b*rned at the stake in Cranesmuir.

(SOFTLY) Oh, my God.

You're the one who tried to have my mother k*lled.

And she would be dead if she wasna a witch.

I'm sure believing that is easier than facing the truth.

And the truth is that Jamie Fraser has never loved you.

(MUSIC ESCALATING)

LAOGHAIRE: You spawn of a witch...

I'll have you arrested for witchcraft,

BRIANNA: No.

LAOGHAIRE: Just like I did your mother!

- (LOCK CLICKS)
- Open the door!

(GRUNTS) Let me out!

(GRUNTING, PANTING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CAR BEEPS)

That's my dad.

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

Daddy, what are you doing here?

FRANK: Sweetheart, I need to talk to you.

Hop in. (SIGHS)

Is everything okay?

Do you remember when I mentioned going to university abroad?

Yeah.

How would you feel about studying in England?

England?

FRANK: I've been offered a position at Cambridge.

I want you to come with me.

And what about Mama?

Is she all right with this?

Your mother and I are getting a divorce.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

What are you talking about? Don't be silly.

You're too old to get a divorce.

Bree, listen to me.

No, I-I don't wanna listen to you.

- Darling, please.
- So what?

You don't always get along. Who does?

But you don't just get divorced.

You love each other. You can't throw that away.

- We're a family.
- You're my family.

And that... That will never change, but your mother and I...

This cannot be a... A complete surprise to you.

Well, it is.

So, what, just...

Poof, you're over and I have no say?

(GROANS)

Sweetheart, listen to me.

You are at the center of our lives, always.

We both love you very, very much, and that will never change.

But, your mother and I have decided that this is the best way forward for both of us.

And you just decided all of this tonight?

Yes.

It wasn't for want of trying.

(STAMMERS SOFTLY)

I am sorry.

I truly am.

Oh...

Hey.

Come with me.

Will you?

(STAMMERS)

We had a plan.

We were supposed to go to Harvard together, Daddy. I know.

I'm studying history.

We were gonna share your office and...

I know, I know, and a thousand years ago, your mother and I had a plan as well.

But... you know, sometimes, life takes unexpected turns, and when it does...

Do you know what we do?

We soldier on.

How... (SCOFFS)

I...

I can't. I have to go.

Can we speak later? Bree?

I love you.

BRIANNA: I keep thinking...

If I'd have just stayed in the car with you that night, you'd still be here.

If I would've just agreed to go to England with you, then... (INHALES SHAKILY)

Ugh, maybe we'd have gone out to celebrate...

(SOMBER MUSIC)

And you never would've had the accident.

♪

But I'm gonna soldier on...

Like you said.

You're my hero, Daddy.

(WAVES WHOOSHING)

♪ Seven herrings are a salmon's fill ♪

♪ Seven salmon are a seal's fill ♪

♪ Seven seals are a whale's fill ♪

♪ And seven whales the fill of a Cirein-croin ♪

Do you think there are any Cirein-croins in the sea?

No.

Sharks, maybe, but no sea monsters.

I told her as much, but the lass...

She doesna listen.

Come on.

(BOAT CREAKING)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(BABY WHIMPERING)

Thank ye.

(MORAG CHUCKLES)

That's the first smile from him in days.

- MORAG: He must like ye.
- (CHUCKLES)

He's a handsome wee fella.

- (CRYING)
- (SHUSHING)

(BABY WAILING)

(SHUSHING)

(BABY WAILING CONTINUES)

Oh... (CHUCKLES)

Aren't you a fussy thing?

(SHUSHING)

There.

I thank ye, Captain.

(SCRAPING NOISES)

What was that?

Whales.

They scratch themselves against the ship

to rid their skins of barnacles.

- Are we in danger?
- (CREAKING CONTINUES)

Only if they have a mind for mischief.

You don't seem troubled by it.

A wise man leaves the things beyond his power to the gods, and then he prays that Danu will be with him.

(BABY COOS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

No!

(GIRL SHRIEKS)

MARION: No! Please no!

MARION: Stay back.

Ye canna do this! I wilna let ye!

What's happened?

The lass has smallpox.

It spreads quick as lightning.

None of us will live to make landfall if we don't take out the sick.

- Throw her overboard.
- No!

Please, I beg you!

I canna do that. She'll drown. Please!

You said you were willing to do whatever I might need.

- Do as I command.
- MARION: (SOBBING QUIETLY)

MARION: Please, I beg you! No!

No! (SOBBING)

- (SCREAMS)
- No! No!

- Wait, no... no...
- No, please don't...

Captain! Captain, no!

Let her go! (SCREAMING)

Captain! Please don't.

Ma... (SCREAMS)

Christ, have you lost your mind?

I've given five over to the sea already, and I'll do the same for any who show signs of a rash.

♪

How could ye?

She was a child for God's sake!

She was, and of no value.

Aye, no value to you, perhaps.

Oh, you will forgive me for putting my ignorant opinion above your own, Mr. MacKenzie, but, well, I'm the captain here.

Continue to examine each passenger.

Anyone who is ill or show signs of a rash, bring them to me.

MAN: Come here, there, you! Show us your face!

WOMAN: Don't take her!

- MAN: Get... come on.
- Come here.

She's got rash. Take her.

Stop! Unhand me!

It's nae the pox!

WOMAN: No! Please, no!

MAN: Let me see him.

Yeah, you. Come on.

Have ye seen a young mother... Bonny lass with a wee bairn?

- Mm-mm.
- No.

MAN: Take her!

- (BABY CRYING)
- MORAG: Shh, shh.

- There you are.
- Please.

MORAG: I beg you, sir. Ye canna do it.

I ken where they're takin' us... Ye canna send him to his death.

I'm not here to hurt your baby.

- ROGER: Is the child sick?
- It's not but a wee rash.

Jemmy's teeth are comin' in. Ye saw for yerself.

It's not smallpox.

- MAN: You, let's go.
- MAN: Lord, have mercy.

Come with me, I can help keep you hidden...

I'll get you food and drink.

I dinna ken yer name.

Roger.

- Morag MacKenzie.
- (BABY CRYING)

And this is Jemmy.

What will ye swear on?

I'm a MacKenzie as well.

I'll swear on my own woman's life.

This way.

(JEMMY WAILING)

(GRUNTING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪

(KEYS JINGLING)

(CARRIAGE CLATTERING ON ROAD)

We're here... Lallybroch.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

I'm so grateful to you, Joan.

Ye're a kind soul.

It's no yer fault yer mother is a witch.

When ye find our Da,

mebbe ye'll ask him to come home?

- IAN: Joanie?
- Uncle Ian!

What's the traveler doing with ye?

She's Jamie Fraser's daughter.

IAN: I believe you, lass.

You dinna need to prove it to me.

Ye have her eyes, ye ken.

I had given up hope I'd ever look upon a child of Jamie's, and now... here ye are, standing right in front of me.

It's a shame my wife's not here to meet ye.

- Aunt Jenny?
- Aye.

She's away helping birth a grandchild.

I ken she'll have my hide for no keeping ye here, but...

We should have ye on a ship as soon as we can.

I'm sure Jamie had his reasons for not telling us.

But I do ken ye're an unexpected blessing, lass.

This should be enough to buy you safe passage to North Carolina,

as well as room and board once you've arrived.

I can't take your money.

Aye, ye can.

You're family.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Make sure ye ask after yer Auntie Jocasta when ye arrive in Wilmington, at a place called River Run.

She'll ken where to find yer parents.

(TRUNK THUNKS) Thank you, lads.

Mistress.

The clothes inside belonged to yer mother.

I ken she'd want ye to have them.

♪

(BOAT CREAKING)

Thank ye, Roger.

Bairn's looking well.

(BABY FUSSES)What's wrong?

♪

Captain.

Imagine my surprise when a galley hand went lookin' for salt pork, and found a lassie and a babe instead.

I said a wise man doesn't trouble himself with the things beyond his power, but on this ship, everything's in my power.

Mm?

Including the distribution of rations.

- (BABY FUSSES)
- BONNET: Mm?

Now, see, she's hiding down here while others suffer above.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIGHS) (CLICKS TONGUE)

That's not fair, is it?

♪

When I was just , the youngest of a crew of workmen, hired to build a house.

I couldn't say for why they hated me.

They were a whey-faced lot, so maybe it was my manner, or the way the lasses smiled at me, but I knew I was unpopular with them.

Captain, if I may...

They needed a sacrifice for the foundation, lest the earth should tremble and the walls collapse.

But they started arguing about whether

I should be the sacrifice, or if Daft Joey would be a better choice.

One of the men suggested tossing a coin.

"Do ye take heads or tails?"

He asked, laughing.

♪

I was too sick to speak.

So he said by Geordie's head should I live, and by his arse I should die.

And he threw the shilling in the air.

I had no strength to look.

They rolled me on my face and hit me.

When I came to, I found the shilling in my pocket.

They were honest men, to be sure.

(BABY CRIES SOFTLY)

(OMINOUS MUSIC STING)

Would you say you were a gambling man, MacKenzie?

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(SOFTLY) You don't mean to toss that coin for Morag and Jemmy's lives?

(WHISPERS) Oh, not... not theirs.

No, no, no.

See, you supplied the rations.

You should pay.

A gentleman's wager, shall we call it?

Heads you live, tails you die.

(BABY CRYING)

(MUSIC ESCALATES)

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Hmm.

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Seems Danu was with you tonight, sir.

(EXHALES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

IAN: I do have one request if ye dinna mind.

My son, Ian... Your cousin...

Is there wi' yer father.

His mother would be glad if he wrote more often.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I'll tell him.

Now, are ye sure I cannot accompany you inside to buy yer passage?

You've done enough for me already.

Ah, I shall see to it that yer trunk is taken aboard.

Lads? Thank you.

Ye have Jamie's fire, and I dinna just mean his red hair.

Ye're a Fraser through and through.

Yer father's going to be so happy to meet ye.

Thank you, Uncle Ian.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Excuse me, miss?

I'm Joseph Wemyss. Are ye travelin' alone?

No, my uncle is outside.

Should ye be in need of a servant, might ye consider my daughter?

She's a fine cook and a rare hand wi' a needle.

- I have no need of one...
- JOSEPH: I beg of you, please.

There is a man who desires her as a... a concubine.

Then don't let him have her.

JOSEPH: I have no choice.

Her contract... and mine... Have been bought by a broker who plans to sell her to the man unless I find someone else willing to secure her passage.

I'm going to North Carolina.

Better she be... gone from me forever to some wild place, than to be dishonored.

Please, just... just meet her.

This is Elizabeth.

(SOFTLY) Lizzie.

Do your duty to the lady.

Your servant, Mistress.

I'd like to buy passage on the "Phillip Alonzo"...

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For two.

(COINS CLATTERING) CAPTAIN O'BRIAN: Yer name?

Brianna Randall.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

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JOSEPH: Lizzie! Be sure to say your prayers!

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(GENTLE MUSIC)

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