05x08 - Famous Last Words

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Follows the story of Claire Randall, a married combat nurse from 1945 who is mysteriously swept back in time to 1743, where she is immediately thrown into an unknown world where her life is threatened. When she is forced to marry Jamie Fraser, a chivalrous and romantic young Scottish warrior, a passionate relationship is ignited that tears Claire's heart between two vastly different men in two irreconcilable lives.
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05x08 - Famous Last Words

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- CLAIRE: Previously...
- I love ye, Jocasta MacKenzie.

This world may change...

But that will never change.

Must get a message to Murtagh, then.

If he can be warned, maybe he can convince his men to retreat.

I'll deliver the message to Murtagh.

You cannot win. You do not win.

The history has been written.

Then I do fight.

Ye're with the militia, are ye?

I came to warn you about Tryon.

So ye're a traitor.

[g*nsh*t]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

I released ye from yer oath.

I'd never betray yer mother,

no matter who asked.



Murtagh?

Roger?



Bree.

Fear not, it's not life or death.

Just a bit of red pen... or is it, Mr. Jones?

I'm sorry, sir?

Is it life and death, do you think?

I... I don't suppose so, sir.

But I was wondering, what does it mean when you write the term so-and-so "was finally able to bury the hatchet"?

We all know that means to make peace in some way, but can you tell me why anyone would go to the trouble of burying one?

Perhaps you should just go, then.

Unless you have any last words for us before ye leave.

"I came, I saw, I conquered."

[laughter]

Not quite what I'm looking for, Mr. Morgan.

And those were not Caesar's last words.

Although he did meet an unhappy end.

Stay, Mr. Jones.

I wanted to see if you'd agree with me, because I do believe it's a question of life and death.

Your essays on famous last words were forgettable.

I wanted you to really think about why people say what they say and perhaps to consider what your own final words might be, given the chance.

MORGAN: What does it matter, sir?

This is history, not creative writing.

Because people live and die by their words.

They shape our thoughts and deeds.

Often, they define us.

Like b*ll*ts, once fired, well, we can't take 'em back.

They have impact, so choose them wisely.

Make them meaningful.

Live a life worthy of them... especially your last words.

They outlive us.

And what will yours be, sir?

It is my dying wish, O Lord...that my students write structured arguments...

[laughter]

Supported by evidence and legible handwriting, amen.

No, really, sir.

I'd say...

[clears throat]

I'd say let history forget my name...

So long as my words and my deeds are remembered by those I love.

That's all for today.

Until next week.

You're early.

Couldn't resist the chance to see you in action.

And if you wanna make
The Great Train Robbery,we need to get a move on.

Yeah, are you sure you're all right with a silent movie marathon?

You aren't just humoring me?

No, I am.

[chuckles]

But you suffered through an entire lecture about suspension bridges.

So fair is fair.

Would those really be your last words?

CHOIR: ♪ 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 ♪

[projector whirring]

[projector stops]

CLAIRE: Everything looks good.

Your throat's healing nicely. Scar's faded.

How do you feel?

You really should try to speak, Roger.

It'll sound croaky at first, but it's perfectly normal.

BRIANNA: Maybe just try to whisper.

All right, well... just know that I'll be teaching Jem to say

"sweater" and "aluminum."

It's not gonna be "jumper" or "aluminium."

% of communication is nonverbal.

Who needs words anyway?

We can pretend we're in one of those silent movies we used to go and see in Oxford or Kenmore Square.

CLAIRE: Lord John has brought a-a whole trunk of books and gifts.

Would you like to come up to the house to see him?

BRIANNA: All right, well...

I'll go with you.

[door clicks shut]

[footsteps departing]

[clearing throat]

[ominous music]



BUCK: Coward, whichever way you look at it.

[squeaks]

[exhales sharply]

[projector whirring]

[exhales sharply]

[soft dramatic music]



[sighs]



BRIANNA: My roommate from MIT, Gayle... she had this boyfriend who went to Vietnam.

I didn't really know him all that well, but... she asked me to go with her to see him a few times after he got back.

He'd been back almost a year when I first went.

I don't really know what I was expecting, but...

He was like a zombie...

[somber music]

Just no life in his eyes at all.



Gayle called it his "thousand-yard stare."



He was hit by some shrapnel, but he wasn't seriously injured.



Yeah, we would call that "w*r neurosis."

Shell shock.



It's been months now, and you said that Roger is physically fine.

So maybe it is w*r neurosis.

I mean, it must be mental... psychological...

It's like he's drowning in silence.



And he has that same thousand-yard stare in his eyes.



I'm afraid he's lost.



No matter how lost he is...you just have to have faith that you find him.



JOCASTA:
♪ There'll be nae more liltin' ♪

♪ Nae laughin' or kissin' ♪

♪ Go in peace and ♪

♪ Leave us to grieve ♪

♪ Sighin' and moanin' ♪

♪ On ilka green loanin' ♪

♪ The flowers of the forest ♪

♪ Are all wede away ♪

[footsteps approaching]

I thought perhaps I could have had a headstone made for him.

I ken 'tis no' my place.

Murtagh and I were not husband and wife.

Neither were we father and son, but...it doesna make the pain any less...

Or easier to bear.

He was as stubborn as yer father.

If only he'd stayed by your side.

He did.

He kept his vow to me... to my mother.

He was loyal above all.

We canna fault him for that.

Your carriage awaits, Mistress.

[solemn string music]



Ye'll give my thanks to Claire once more.

Aye.



Well...

Good-bye, Auntie.



How careful we'd be if we kent which good-byes were our last.



[birds chirping]



[sighs]



"I offer my apologies for the injury done to your son-in-law.

It was a most regrettable error."

Governor Tryon has granted Roger

, acres in the backcountry.

What? Why?

Compensation.

Or perhaps he thinks he can buy your forgiveness.

And what will we do with , acres?

It won't undo what's happened to Roger... but it's a valuable tract of land.

Tryon can keep his land.
I don't need land.

I need my husband back.

[clears throat]

[sniffles]

[foreboding music]



[breathing shakily]

[projector whirring]

[exhales sharply]

[sharp bang]

[muffled voices, sharp bang]

[breathing heavily]

I brought something... something that always made me feel as though I had the wisdom of the heavens in the palm of my hand.

The astrolabe is, in many ways, a model of the universe, an instrument you can use to find your position, whether on land or at sea.

You can even use it to tell the time.

To find our place in the world?

Perhaps we should start with something small.

How 'bout telling the time?

[soft string music]

So...



If the sun was there...that would mean...



: .



: .

[sighs]

Well, I guess we don't have all the answers.

No.

Sometimes we must have patience.



Thank you, John.



[grunts softly]

Glad to see you've found a way to distract yourself.

[exhales sharply]

Been a difficult few months.

[dramatic music]

Is there a medicine for grief in your time?



Some of yer wee invisible beasties to gnaw away at it?



Unfortunately not.



I don't think there'll ever be a cure for that.



Except maybe time.

[scoffs]

Well, they say time heals all wounds.



[uplifting orchestral music]



[chickens clucking]

[pounding]

Hello?

[pounding]

- Hey.
- [pounding]

What on earth is Roger doing?

He is working on the stairs for the loft.

D'ye think he might stop for a wee while?

[laughs] We brought you some leftovers.

See if I can pry him away from his newfound passion for woodwork.

[pounding]

[utensils clinking]

[tapping]

Careful now, [speaking Gaelic].

[tapping]

[speaking Gaelic]

That's a new one.

Aye, it means "my blood."

CLAIRE: Thought that was... [speaking Gaelic]

Aye, it is, but that's blood that comes out when ye wound yerself.

[speaking Gaelic] is something you say to a bairn, mostly...

One ye're related to, of course.

It's lovely.

[kettle whistling]

Tea's ready.

Stop!

[Jemmy crying]

It's okay.

[crying]

Oh, darling. Jamie.

[crying continues]

Roger.

Roger, you spoke.

Can you ge-can you say something else?

Does it hurt?

Can you just try?

[whispering] Try for me.

[tense music]



[saw buzzing]

BRIANNA: ♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You were lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪

♪ Excavating for a mine ♪

♪ Dwelt a miner forty-niner ♪

♪ And his daughter, Clementine ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You were lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

♪ She was light and like a fairy ♪

♪ And her shoes were number nine ♪

♪ Herring boxes without topses ♪

♪ Sandals were for Clementine ♪

- [pounding]
- BRIANNA: ♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You were lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

[crying]

JEMMY: One, two, three, four, five, six...

BOTH: Seven, eight, nine, ten.

[gasps] Let's find Grand-da.

- Find Grand-da.
- [Jemmy cooing]

- Ah! Yeah, ye found me!
- [Claire laughs]

Yay! Should we do it one more time?

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

[animal growling]

Claire, take Jemmy and go to the cabin.

- [growling continues]
- Now.

[suspenseful music]

[snarling]

[squeals, body thuds]



[panting]



[dog barks]



[dog barks]

Christ. It's Ian.

[emotional music]

CLAIRE: Ian!

We thought we'd never see you again.



Will anyone be coming after ye, lad?

Not unless he has any vengeful kin.

Oh, we'll eat well tonight...

[Claire chuckles]

In celebration.

[chuckles]



Bree, Roger!

- [Jemmy giggles]
- [door clatters open]

[sentimental music]



[sighs]



It is really good to see you.

Aye.



[insects chirping]



JAMIE: Well, lad, what d'ye think?

It's... big.

[chuckles]

JAMIE: A lot of work went into it.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

Thankfully, all the settlers helped.

I can butcher the boar for us, if ye'd like.

Ian, you just got here.

Don't you want to settle in?

Ye must be hungry.
I'll have one of the men do it.

Or Marsali.

You should see her wi' a Kn*fe.

I k*lled him. I'll do the butchering.

Of course, whatever you like.

Come.

[solemn music]

D'ye mind if I stay outside a bit longer?



Make yerself at home, lad.



[cards flipping]

MARSALI: What does my future hold?

[laughs]

That one's called the lover.

How many bairns is too many, Fergus Fraser?

[sighs]

For Roger MacKenzie now.

[eerie music]

The hanged man.

[gasps]

[laughs uncomfortably]



[softly] Uh...



Um... it was my mistake.



We'll try again.

Let's-let's try again, Roger.

[clears throat]



[projector whirring]

[sharp bang]

[grunts softly]

[door clicks open]

What's the matter?

[somber music]

What's this?

Nothing.

Just a bit of harmless fun.



[sighs]



They are just cards, you know.



Talk to me, Roger.



It doesn't matter to me how you sound.

I know this is hard.

Your voice, it's...

your gift.



But you're still you.

You're still the man I married, and I want him back.

Please.



It's not even that you won't talk.

You won't engage.

I know how badly you were hurt...

- [Roger sniffles]
- And how scared you must have been.

But I went through something awful too, something dark and ugly.

And believe me, all I wanted to do was to crawl into a hole and die, and sometimes I still do.



But I didn't, and I don't, because I have a husband and a son who need me!

I fought for us!

And now I need...

I need you.



Jemmy needs you.



I have been... patient.



But I need to know...



I need to know that you are not lost and gone forever.

Are you coming back?



Are you going to fight for us?



I made you some special almond hog's pudding.

I remember it's one of yer favorites.

It is.

[dishes clink]

I thank ye, Lizzie.

Lord...

We thank ye for this meal... but above all,

We thank ye for bringing Young Ian home to us.

CLAIRE: Amen.

BRIANNA: Amen.

JAMIE: Amen.

What a tale you must have to tell.

Start at the beginning, and don't leave anything out.

Ye already ken the beginning... and we're eating the ending for supper.

MARSALI: What about the-the in-between?

Were the Mohawk good to ye?

What were they like?

They were...good people.

Hmm.

[Kn*fe scraping]

[clears throat]

Do you have plans to return north?

Back to the Mohawk?

No.

Bree, have ye, uh, discussed the new land deed from Governor Tryon?

We're, um, thinking about it.

If we're to hold on to this land... we need to have it properly surveyed and registered.

I'm not sure Roger is able to take on something like that just yet.

Maybe we can send one of the men.

If Myers wasn't away trading...

Maybe Ian will be willing to go wi' him.

Ye ken how it's done, lad?

Ye helped us mark out our boundaries at the Ridge when we first came.

Will ye do this for yer cousin?

It'd... be a great help to Roger and to us.

Let's give him some time to think about it.

- Aye.
- CLAIRE: Unfortunately, our guest chambers aren't ready upstairs yet, but you're welcome to the bed in the kitchen.

Thank ye.

[insects chirping]

[soft guitar music playing]



[music stops]

[ominous music]

[projector whirs]

[gulps]

[whispering] ♪ In a cavern, a canyon ♪

♪ Excavating for a mine ♪

♪ Dwelt a miner forty-niner ♪

[sharp bang]



[sharp bang]

[solemn music]



[Jamie coughs]

[door clicks shut]

Ian.

Lad... what are ye doing out here?

I couldna sleep.

Is the bed not to your liking?

I've not been used to having a bed in a house this grand, Uncle.

Aye.

We, uh... we're overjoyed to have ye back.

But ye seem out of sorts.

Ye're not yerself.

What happened with the Mohawk, lad?

Ye can talk to me about it if ye like.

I canna give ye the truth of it now.

I dinna have the words.

But there are things ye keep hidden from others...

ye and Claire both.

[dramatic music]



Aye.



I understand.



It makes me heartsick to see ye troubled so.

Ye need no' worry for me.



Well, then, um...

I'll just sit here a wee while, if ye dinna mind.



I dinna mind.



[chickens clucking]




[birds chirping]

Do they hurt?

Mine hurt from playing.

They're no' bruises, lad.

I chose them.

Germain Fraser, what are ye up to?

I'm so sorry.

Dinna mind.

Sometimes it feels as though I'm herding cats.

Two bairns is trouble enough, but wi' another one on the way... then keeping up wi' the gardening and the sewing and helping Claire in the surgery,

I'm at my wits' end before noon.

[sighs] Of course, I wouldna have it any other way.

Bairns are only lent to us for a short time by the Creator...if we're lucky.

[birds chirping]

I suppose...

[exhales deeply]

Mine are lucky to have wee brothers and sisters... like the Murrays.

I only have a wee sister, Joanie.

She wasna as strong-willed as yer Janet,

I recall.

My sister always had a mind of her own.

[laughs] Aye.

She was a mischief-maker.

Tell the truth, I was always a wee bit jealous...

Wi' only my ma and sister for company at Balriggan.

Ye must miss yer family.

I do miss Ma and Joanie.

Only... sometimes I feel guilty about how happy I am here...

And how I've... come to be at home in this family.

I feel I belong.

Is that terrible?

No.

'Tis a good thing.

[laughs]

[inhales sharply]

[laughs]

Bairn's kicking. [laughs]

He'll be joining us before too long.

[sighs]

I'm glad ye'll be here to welcome him... or her.

[melancholy music]

[exhales deeply]



[Marsali laughs]

BRIANNA: I'm so glad Ian is going with you on the survey.

Before you leave, I wanted to give you something.

You told me that you had a toy airplane when you were a boy.

I didn't get to finish my degree, but I do know a little something about aerodynamics.

I know that a sheet of paper is not made to fly, but sometimes we have to... adjust our expectations to bend and reshape ourselves.

There's a reason that the first wedding anniversary gift is supposed to be paper.

And after the pressures of years, it's diamond, the hardest substance on Earth.

I want our marriage to grow into something that strong.

I love you... Roger Mac.

[door clicks shut]

[solemn music]



[upbeat music]



[Rollo barks]



YOUNG IAN: .



Ye dinna need to thank me.

I came on my own.



Did Brianna no' give this to ye?

[soft music]



Ye trust me not to break it?



CLAIRE: Marsali.



Have you prescribed anyone some water hemlock?

No. Why?

It's just, there's some missing.

There's only one root left.

I thought maybe you prescribed it to someone for a migraine or...

I wouldna touch the stuff, being wi' child.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

It's just, it's so dangerous.

I could have sworn we had at least four or five pieces of the root left.



What's that?

A paper bird?

[Rollo whines]

[Rollo growls]

It flies but doesna sing.

[somber music]

Couldna always understand the Mohawk.



Sometimes I'd talk to the birds instead... so I didna feel so alone.



Do ye ever wonder how they ken which way to go when winter comes?

And they always seem to... they always seem to go together.



Wish it was as easy for us as well.



[bird calling]

[whistling]



[birds calling]



[projector whirring]

[ominous music]

[sharp bang]

[breathing heavily]

[clears throat]

Were ye dreaming?

[astrolabe jingles]

Wherever you thought you were, we're both still here.

[cat meows]

Jamie.

Do you think there's a chance that Roger might not want to come home?

Why?

There are some herbs missing from my surgery that are incredibly poisonous unless administered correctly by a physician.

I worry that he might...

Well... when you were suffering all those years ago...

I didna want to go on living.

[desolate music]



[inhales sharply]

[projector whirring]

Hang them and leave them as an example to all.

[sinister music]



CHADWICK: For your treasonous crimes, you'll be hanged by the neck until dead.

May the Lord have mercy on your souls.

[man grunts]

[heartbeat thumping]

[sharp bang]

[Roger gagging]

[heartbeat thumping]

[gurgling]

[rope squeaking]

[heartbeat thumping]

[gasps]

[serene music]

[exhales sharply]



[Rollo whining]



[whining continues]

[Roger grunts softly]

[whining continues]

[suspenseful music]



[dramatic music]



[sniffles]

[speaking Mohawk]

[ominous drum and flute music]

[sniffles]



- [grunts]
- Why?

Of all people, why would ye stop me?

I saw ye looking down at the cliff.

I ken what ye were thinking.

Ye have everything:

a wife that loves ye...

a bairn... and still, ye dinna wanna be wi' them.

When that rope was around yer neck and ye were dying...

what did ye see?

[grunts]

What did ye see in the darkness?

[grunts]

What did ye see?

Tell me, what did ye see? [grunts]

[groans softly, croaks]

I saw my wife's face.

Then there's no escape?

Even in death, I would see her face?

[melancholy music]

What...



What was her name?



It doesna matter now.



Is she dead?



No.



But she's lost to me.



I only wanted the pain to end.



Just to be at peace.



[wheezes]

Who can say where your soul might go if you...

If you could be parted forever... not only from her but from all who love you.

So what now?

Go home?

Ye're a fine one to talk.

Ye buried yer w*apon, yer voice.

Now ye dare to use it against me.

Ye're right.

I did.

But now I have to pick it up again and fight.

Can you?

I dinna ken.

Then dig up your w*apon...

And come home with me until you do.



[Rollo barking]

[uplifting music]



[door clicks open]



Brianna.

Don't tell me you're at a loss for words now.

No.

No, it's just...

I have been so scared.

Me too.

Because even though I was saved...

Part of me d*ed that day.

[whispering] I know how that feels.

Trust me, I know.

Everybody wants the old Roger back.

But I'll never be that man again.

I studied history.

I taught it.

Now I'm living it.

When I saw that tarot card, I thought,

"This is who I am now..."

"The hanged man."

Maybe this was my fate.

My own ancestor tried to k*ll me.

Maybe I wasn't meant to exist.

That is not true.

Perhaps not.

But I have changed.

Remember when you asked me about my last words?

[softly] Yeah.

I thought I knew what they'd be.

What mattered was the last face I saw.

[sniffles] That face was yours.

[warm music]

[sighs]

Roger.



I'll always sing for you.

No matter what, no matter where...



Whether you're there to hear or even if my voice isn't able...

I will always sing for you.



ROGER: ♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪

♪ Excavating for a mine ♪

BRIANNA AND ROGER:
♪ Dwelt a miner forty-niner ♪

♪ And his daughter, Clementine ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You were lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

♪ Light she was and like a fairy ♪

♪ And her shoes were number nine ♪

♪ Herring boxes without topses ♪

♪ Sandals were for Clementine ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You were lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪

♪ Oh, my darling, oh, my darling ♪

♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪

♪ You were lost and gone forever ♪

♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
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