07x09 - Unfinished Business

[bunniefuu]

[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!

[g*nsh*t blasting]

[Jamie] I swore to myself

I would never face my son
across the barrel of a g*n.

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 bhràthair.

[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 w*r.

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

Yes. The Revolution.

[Michael] Aye.

And, of course,

Britain declared w*r 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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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
k*lled 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]