06x01 - Echoes

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[WOMAN] ♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

[CLAIRE] Time is marked and
measured in different ways.

[JAMIE] Ye dinna see
any changes, do ye, Sassenach?

No.

You're still you.

The colors of our lives were changing.

You're just...

I love you too.

We're going to call her Felicity.

Oh.

[JAMIE] Josiah, a hunter.

[JOSIAH] That's Keziah, my brother.

- Sure I'm boring you, Miss...
- Lizzie.

[CLAIRE] Is time God's eternal web...

- Huh.
- [GASPS] It's broken.

He can travel.

[CLAIRE] ...the mildest
touch setting off vibrations

that echo through the eons...

- What are you?
- I come from another time.

Willing events to
happen, bringing the future forward?

I change the future every time
I save a person's life here.

So time, space,

history be damned.

There are things that someone
might be able to change,

something between a man and his wife.

[CLAIRE] Wherever you are,
you make choices...

It is evident that the mood
in the American colonies

grows darker by the day.

I feel a storm coming.

You are blood of my blood,
bone of my bone.

[CLAIRE] ...foolish ones...

[MURTAGH] In another lifetime,

you and I might've had more time.

[CLAIRE] ...or ones that save
yourself or someone else.

[g*nsh*t]

- [MURTAGH] Dinna be afraid...
- [SPEAKING GAELIC]

Doesna hurt a bit to die.

I've paid my debt, and I'm finished

with my obligation
to you and to the Crown.

You may have your coat back, sir.

[CLAIRE] All you can hope for...

[RICHARD] Now,
we have taken it upon ourselves

to form a committee of safety.

[CLAIRE] ...is that the good
will outweigh the harm

that may come of it.

What's the meaning of this?

[SHOUTS]

[SCREAMS]

[GERMAIN] Mama won't wake up.

- S-she's breathing.
- Claire!

At the still, that was you.

Aren't you the clever one, Dr. Rawlings?

Who's next for a go
with the hedge whore?

[MUFFLED SOBBING]

You are alive. You are whole.

k*ll them all.

[CLAIRE] Give anything enough time,

and everything is taken care of...

I will watch you burn in hell

before I let you harm
another soul in this house.

[CLAIRE] ...all pain encompassed,

all hardship erased, all loss subsumed.

[JAMIE] I brought you your brother.

[RICHARD] Lionel,
he reaped what he sowed,

and you did what you must,
as will I, when the time comes.

[CLAIRE] And if time
is anything akin to God,

I suppose that memory...
must be the devil.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[GRUNTS]

[PEOPLE COUGHING, BREATHING HEAVILY]

[TOM] Here we are!

My Protestant friends,
we shall feast and be merry tonight!

[LAUGHTER]

If the Lord provides
for the lowliest sparrow...

what will He not do for us?

[LAUGHTER]

[RABBITS THUD]

See? I warned
you about that sermonizing bastard.

Aye.

Now that you're here wi' us,

perhaps you can reason wi' him.

Why would he listen to me?

'Cause ye're Mac Dubh.

If anyone can put him
in his place, it's you.

♪ ♪

Carry on.

[RONNIE] But, Mac Dubh,
you canna let him away wi' it.

[OLD CHARLIE] My faithful subjects,

how can we bear this injustice?

We must have
provisions if we are to travel on

to Culloden to face the British army.

Got to keep our strength up!

[HAYES] Will
someone shut that old fool up?

[JAMES] Leave him alone. He's harmless.

Dinna fear, Your Royal Highness.

I'll fetch one for ye.

[OLD CHARLIE] Thank you,
young James, most gracious.

Of course, Sire.

[LAUGHTER]

Rise at once!

[OLD CHARLIE] A true and loyal soldier

bows to his future king,

his Bonnie Prince.

- You old fool! Get up, James.
- Hear, hear!

You're a soldier in
the army of the Lord,

- even if you are a damn papist.
- [LAUGHTER AND SHOUTING]

We're all prisoners here,
but you Catholics...

There you go.

Accept that Scotland's fate

lies in the hands of a Protestant king!

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Bunch of heathens!

[TOM] Stop!

Stop it!

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Back!

Get back! No!

[ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY] - Back!

[HARRY] What is keeping you
from eating, Mr. Christie?

I'm certain it isn't a lack of appetite.

Perhaps you think it impertinent of me

not to have asked
our fellow here to dine with us.

[TOM] Of course not, sir.

He's no different from the rest of them.

[JAMIE] I've done nothing.

I have no wish to be here, sir.

Good. With respect,
I don't want to have to see

or hear of you more
than is strictly necessary.

The feeling is mutual, Governor.

Hmm.

But when I hear reports of
a James bowing in homage to...

Not this James, sir.

'Twas the young lad, James McCready.

Huh.

Yes, I shouldn't have
thought the infamous Red Jamie

would do such a thing.

But you must be
wondering why I requested

your presence here, Mr. Fraser.

Please, sit.

As I said, I've done nothing.

[CHAINS CLINKING]

[HARRY] I wanted to introduce myself

and to remind you both...

of the civility that I expect,

that which is preventing Mr.
Christie here

from taking the first bite...

The knowledge that I am your superior.

I cannot have prisoners rioting

or bowing to one another like lairds.

It's a flagrant
disrespect for rank and order,

an insult to His
Majesty's army and to me.

If I may, Governor.

Old Charlie is not of sound mind.

And I believe myself to be
above consorting with madmen

or degenerate prisoners!

There is nothing
stopping me from doing as I wish,

not even the thin veil
of courtesy between us.

You are educated, Mr. Christie,
a man I can reason with.

I know the men respect you as a soldier.

We were both on Culloden moor that day.

And now we're here, hmm,
making the best of things.

But my captain tells
me your arrival here

has, uh, excited the men.

Do nothing to further aggravate them.

Well, then...

how shall the men be
punished for their behavior, hmm?

I believe they must be
taught a lesson, Governor.

[DARK MUSIC PLAYS]

[HARRY] Another day
of hard labor tomorrow...

for all but the two of you.

Consider it a welcome, Mr. Fraser.

♪ ♪

The guards will escort you back.

[CHAINS CLINKING]

♪ ♪

[GUARD] Go.

Go.

[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

S-sorry. S-sorry. I-I didn't mean to.

I've slowly been losing my sight.

What are you doing?

[JAMES] I'm looking for a lock of hair.

It fell out when the guards found this.

My...

my Rebecca gave it to me.

Probably long gone, lad.

I'm...

I'm forgetting her face.

Is... is that what you did?

I heard the men say
your wife was gone and...

♪ ♪

Mr. Christie tells me to
put my mind on God instead.

♪ ♪

Do you think it's all been for nothing,

what we've been through?

If there's a chance
she's waiting for you...

then no.

[KEYS JINGLING, LOCK CLANKS]

[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

What we have known...

some never will.

'Tisna just nor fair,

but it's eternal.

And it's ours.

♪ ♪

If she loves you as you love her...

she's always wi' ye, lad.

♪ ♪

Bring her to mind.

She'll come.

♪ ♪

[ROCKS CLATTERING]

This wall, it will
shelter us from the traitors

when we face them on the b*ttlefield.

Ah, it depends who you think
the traitors are, Charlie.

What's wrong with you?
Why are you helping?

You heard what the governor said.

Doing what I can to get us out of here

so I can serve my time in peace.

And if you had a soul worth a damn,

since you keep preaching to
us about them, you'd do the same.

Him,
lend a hand to help a lowly Jacobite?

He'd rather see you fall at his feet

and spit at you while you're down there.

- Don't tempt me.
- [LESLEY] Doesna matter.

You willna break our spirits, Christie!

Once a Jacobite, forever a Jacobite!

Eh, Mac Dubh?

♪ Cope sent A challenge frae Dunbar ♪

♪ Said, "Charlie, meet me An' ye daur ♪

♪ "I'll learn ye The airt o' w*r ♪

♪ If ye'll meet me I' the mornin'" ♪

[ALL] ♪ Hey,
Johnnie Cope Are ye wauking yet? ♪

[RONNIE] I bet ye dinna ken
the words to this one, Christie!

You'll all be damned!

[ALL] ♪ The g*ng
the coals I' the mornin' ♪

Get these men in line, Christie!

- [CONTINUES SINGING]
- Silence! For the love of God!

♪ My merry men ♪

♪ And we'll meet
Johnnie Cope In the mornin' ♪

The Lord is my strength and my sword!

He has become my salvation!

And I will exalt him!

Come on!

[ALL YELLING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

For the love of God, stop!

Stop!

♪ ♪

[SHOUTS IN GAELIC]

[SHOUTS IN GAELIC] Enough!

He's dead.

A wee bit of tartan
for your journey onwards,

my dear boy.

And where did this come from,
you riotous scum?

You know it's forbidden, outlawed!

If my superiors caught wind of this...

Was it the boy's?

I can't punish him, can I?

He's already dead.

One of you had better speak up,

or I'll flog the lot of you myself!

[JAMIE] It's mine.

♪ ♪

It's my tartan.

♪ ♪

[ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

That wasn't justice.

Was it not?

- [BANGING ON BARS]
- Get up!

Time to go!

[DOOR CLANKS OPEN]

[GRUNTS]

James McCready has d*ed.

[GRUNTING]

[CHAINS CLINKING]

♪ ♪

No one will be working today.

♪ ♪

[HARRY] Christie said
you'd be a troublemaker,

and here we are.

[JAMIE] I have no quarrel with him,

though he appears to have one with me.

[HARRY] Naturally,

you being a Jacobite and him being a...

a more decent sort.

All I want is to be left alone...

to serve my time.

Then why do you defy my orders?

[JAMIE] A life was lost.

The men here are divided.

All of Scotland's been
torn apart by this rebellion.

Some here follow Christie

'cause he told them if
they changed their beliefs,

they willna feel afraid.

Hmm.

[JAMIE] But the fear is still there.

They need food and medicine.

And they also need some peace.

♪ ♪

[CHAINS CLINKING]

I think you want the same thing as me...

to fulfill your duty...

move on to greener pastures.

I saw you and Christie...

yer greetin'.

Make me a Freemason.

♪ ♪

Why?

Have you no regard for your Pope?

You'd be excommunicated.

The Pope isna here with me and my men.

Any man can be a Mason,

so long as he believes
in a supreme being,

as I do.

♪ ♪

But why do you want this?

♪ ♪

The men...

they will listen to me.

♪ ♪

We'll have no more
of this senseless fighting.

Catholics versus Protestants.

We may not be stone masons,

but we are, all of us, Scots.

From now on,
this prison will be a lodge,

and we will be Freemasons,

united by our belief

in the Great Architect of the Universe.

But any talk of
politics or religion is forbidden.

Who will join me?

[HUGHES] Fraser!

The governor will
see you for luncheon, now.

Go on, Mac Dubh.

Mebbe we'll have things a bit better.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[SIGHS]

[MAN] ♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lad ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ He sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

[WOMAN] ♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

- [MAN] ♪ All that was good ♪
- [WOMAN] ♪ All that was good ♪

[MAN] ♪ All that was fair ♪

[BOTH] ♪ 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 ♪

[MAN SINGING IN GAELIC]

♪ ♪

[LIGHT MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[GOATS BLEATING]

[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]

[JAMIE] Claire?

Claire?

♪ ♪

Claire!

Claire, wake up! Claire!

[GASPS, BREATHING HEAVILY]

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, Jamie.

[CLAIRE SIGHS]

You scared me.

[JAMIE] I find you
here barely breathing,

thinking you've gone
to meet Christ Himself,

and I'm the one scaring you?

Oh.

I'm all right.

[CHUCKLES]

Better than all right, actually.

[CHUCKLES, BREATHING HEAVILY]

[CHUCKLES]

It worked.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I was only out for
three to four minutes.

What the devil are you talking about?

We don't have to rely on
Whisky or laudanum anymore.

Something to confess, Sassenach?

Yes.

I've re-created anesthetic.

It's called Ether.

And it sent you to sleep?

Something deeper than sleep.

What does that feel like?

Well, that's the beauty of it.

You don't feel a thing.

Is it safe?

Well, it's safer than dying in agony

of a ruptured appendix.

No, w-with Ether,
now I could operate on a patient,

and, well, they wouldn't
feel a thing, well, not until...

Until they wake up, hmm.

Well, that doesn't sound
very good to me, Sassenach.

No?

[CHUCKLES] It's bloody marvelous.

[CHUCKLES]

It would be a shame
not to feel anything.

This isn't standard
treatment for all my patients.

- Well, I hope not.
- [CHUCKLES]

Shame we can't put
everyone to sleep for years

but the two of us.

And stop time.

- Wouldn't that be lovely?
- Mm.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYS]

Wait for this w*r to be over.

Forget about the Browns,
their committee of safety.

Keep to ourselves.

♪ ♪

- Ah, could we do that?
- Hmm.

Major MacDonald has
asked me to be an Indian agent,

to act as a representative for the Crown

with the Cherokee hereabouts

and to improve
relations with our Indian neighbors.

Oh, they want you to convince them

to keep fighting for the king.

Hmm.

New governor, same thumb.

I'll tell him no.

Good.
I'd best go and look in on Marsali.

♪ ♪

I am all right, you know.

Aye, I ken.

It's...

I take pleasure in
the sight of you is all.

♪ ♪

You've been like my shadow ever since...

♪ ♪

Are you going to accompany me

on every home visit
from now to kingdom come?

[JAMIE CHUCKLES]

And long after that, Sassenach.

♪ ♪

I swear Mrs. Bug has
a knack for hiding parcels.

Right, then, tea or coffee?

[CHUCKLES] Whatever you can find,
I guess.

Ah.

Imagine how many good cuppas

are gonna be tossed
into that bloody harbor.

Hey, whose side are you on?

Oh, don't forget your mother
and I were both on the losing side.

Oh, you know, I haven't forgotten.

But now that you're here,

I mean,
you're obviously a patriot, right?

Well, of course.

If America doesn't become America,

who knows what that world'll look like?

Hmm.

World w*r I, World w*r II,
how might they play out?

Oh...

it's really starting to hit me.

The clock is ticking.

I know.

What can we do?

♪ ♪

[JAMIE] Here we go,
up and away with Granddad.

♪ ♪

Are we explorers?

Are you ready to go
wherever the wind takes us?

Germain, hold on to your sister.

♪ ♪

- Fergus away at the still?
- Aye.

Canna seem to keep him away.

He wants it back as it was.

Well, they'll have to be patient.

Like all things, good Whisky takes time.

So has the baby been
moving much these last few days?

No, not as much as he was.

But they don't really, do they?

Not when they're nearly ready.

I mean, Joanie lay there like the dea...

Like a millstone, I mean...

The night before the waters broke.

They often do that...

Rest up before their grand entrance.

I've just...

I've been clumsy of late.

Wee bit tired is all.

Well, have you been
having any pain in your belly

- or any bleeding at all?
- No.

Right, well...

we'd best keep a careful
eye on you at this late stage.

Make sure Fergus looks
after you when he's at home.

You shouldn't be
running around after the little ones

and doing all the housework as well.

♪ ♪

Can I help you?

[TOM] Ah.

Good day.

And who might you be?

I might ask you the same thing

since you knocked the door.

I was given to understand

that this is Fraser's Ridge, so...

I'm Roger MacKenzie.
I'm Mr. Fraser's son-in-law.

[TOM] Mm, might
I speak with Mr. Fraser, then?

[ROGER] I'm afraid
he and his wife are out at present.

Please, come in.

[DOOR CLATTERS SHUT]

Perhaps I can be of service to you,
Mr...

Thomas Christie.

Yes, perhaps you may, Mr. MacKenzie.

I was told that Mr. Fraser
might be in a position

to put something suitable my way.

[BRIANNA] Found it in the back...

Uh, this is Brianna MacKenzie, my wife.

Brianna, this is Mr. Christie.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, my son and
daughter have come with me, too,

and a-and a few others...

Fisherfolk from the old country.

I've left them a few miles up the river

so that I could
speak with Mr. Fraser first.

They, uh...

they had nowhere to go, but, uh, well...

I did.

Oh, you know my father from Ardsmuir?

I do.

Well, there are some
faces I'm sure you'll recognize...

Ronnie Sinclair, the Lindsay brothers.

Be a while since
you've seen them, I imagine.

[TOM] Mm.

I hope it isn't an inconvenience.

Nonsense.

No, delighted to
have you and glad to help.

Any friend of Mr. Fraser's is welcome.

Welcome to the Ridge.

- Thank you.
- [BRIANNA] You must be hungry.

I'll make you some food
while we wait for my parents.

Please.

Thank you.

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

[LIQUID POURING]

So you'll have been indentured

after prison, I take it?

As a schoolmaster. My, uh...

my employer d*ed.

Oh, sorry.

No. [CHUCKLES]

It's not pity I want, sir.

No, of course not.

I'm something of a schoolmaster myself.

Or was... once upon a time.

[TOM] Is there
a schoolhouse on the Ridge?

No, not yet,
but we do intend to build one.

For now, I've been teaching
my wee lad his letters.

As long as there's a church.

A man must surely build a house for God

before building a home for himself.

Aye, well, we don't
have a church yet either.

But that sounds like
something my father would've said.

He was a minister.
Of course, he was Presbyterian.

My side of the family is Protestant.

I am not Catholic.

There were some of us at Ardsmuir

who merely wanted
Scotland's interest best served

rather than the Pope's.

[JAMIE] The wee ones
were asking all sorts of questions.

I have to say, Sassenach,
I wasna sure how to explain

that isn't a stork who'll
be bringing the new bairn.

[CLAIRE LAUGHS]

[JAMIE] We're back.

We saw Marsali.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

There's a face
I never thought I'd see again.

Tom Christie.

James Fraser.

I stand before you in humble gratitude.

♪ ♪

Uh, with Mr. Christie
being an Ardsmuir man,

I assumed that, uh...

Well, I welcomed him right away.

♪ ♪

Of course.

Good to see you, Tom.

To stay, that is.

To settle here.

♪ ♪

Your daughter was kind
enough to offer me a bite to eat.

Good.

This is my wife, Claire Fraser.

♪ ♪

[BRIANNA] Do you have enough
supplies for all the newcomers?

Ah, well, I hope so.

- [BRIANNA] Opening a bar?
- [CLAIRE] Ha.

I am distilling Ether for anesthetic.

Hmm, pretty radical.

I prefer the term "revolutionary."

Well, a lot of folk'll be
using that term soon enough.

Revolution of hearts and minds.

Hmm. Isn't that true?

I'm so glad you
didn't lose your heart...

and your spirit.

And I hope
that you are taking care of yourself.

I'm fine, darling.

You know, there was a time,
when someone asked me,

I'd say, "I'm fine," too.

Well, what have you been doing lately?

Have you been working on anything new?

Not really. I have some designs, but...

What?

Designs on paper are well and good

but not if they remain there.

- I mean...
- What?

It's just...

Mama, with what happened to you...

Bree, you can't live your life

afraid of being who you are.

I know, but I don't want
the folk on the Ridge

to be afraid of my ideas.

[CLAIRE] Well, they might be,

but you can't worry about that.

We're just trying to
make their lives better

using our knowledge as a gift.

And some will
appreciate your inventions.

Some won't.

I'll tell you what...
If anyone makes a fuss,

we'll just remind them that the Romans

used to have
plumbing and underfloor heating.

[CHUCKLES] Underfloor heating?

Well, I'm still at
the waterwheel stage, so...

Come on.

Let's go see if
we can help these Fisherfolk.

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[MALVA] We were starting to worry,
Father.

Aye. [GRUNTS]
This is my daughter, Malva,

and my son, Allan.

We need no introduction to you,
Mr. Fraser,

- having heard so much.
- A pleasure, sir...

to meet such an old
friend of my father's.

Thank you. The pleasure's mine.

This is my wife, Claire Fraser.

Delighted to meet you both.

- We brought you some food.
- Aye.

Perhaps you might help unload

the wagon there for Mr. Fraser, Allan.

Yes, Father.

Miss Christie,
could you take me to anyone

who's injured or unwell?

I'm a healer.

Yes, mistress.

Aye. [CHUCKLES]

All this land... impressive.

Hmm. Aye.

We're fortunate,

although we've faced
our share of hardships.

Oh.

More than fortune, I think.

Seems the Great
Architect of the Universe

has seen fit to put
some blessings your way.

Perhaps you can have my
share of the blessings, Tom,

and I can have some peace and quiet.

My wife would
certainly thank you for it.

♪ ♪

[CLAIRE] Given everything that passed

between you and Tom at Ardsmuir,

do you really think
the Ridge is the best place

for him to settle?

[SCOFFS]

No, when I sent out
word to all Ardsmuir men,

couldn't very well
say all of them but one.

Well, we'll need more
food to keep them going,

some spare clothes,
anything else we have, really.

A lot of mend and make do,

but we're good at that.

Aye.

[JAMIE SIGHS]

I think Tom received
word his wife had d*ed

while we were at Ardsmuir.

But you...

you were there with me in the present.

I saw you.

♪ ♪

It's what got me through it.

You were always with me.

♪ ♪

Sometimes, uh...

I think you're an angel, Claire.

♪ ♪

Would an angel...

do this?

♪ ♪

[JAMIE EXHALES SHARPLY]

[CLAIRE] Or this?

[JAMIE CHUCKLES]

♪ ♪

How about...

this?

♪ ♪

Maybe I've d*ed...

gone to heaven.

♪ ♪

[BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY]

♪ ♪

[BOTH MOANING]

♪ ♪

[FOOTSTEPS TAPPING]

Morning, darling.

How did you get on with
the phosphorous Lord John sent?

I might have to steal some.

[CLEARS THROAT] Mistress Fraser?

Malva. I was expecting Brianna.

Lucifer.

Phosphorus, Greek for "light bringer"

or Lucifer in Latin.

Dad taught me what he knows.

He knows a lot about the devil too.

[CHUCKLES]

We're lucky to have such educated people

joining us on the Ridge.

You know, Mr. Fraser knows
Greek and Latin too.

But what did you mean by it?
What's it for?

It's an ingredient of sorts.

But your, um...
your father was a schoolmaster.

Did he ever teach you any science?

[CHUCKLES] He prefers theology, history,

some natural history, grammar.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

The name Lucifer brings
to mind the burning fires of hell.

Are you going to use
the phosphorus to light a fire?

[CHUCKLES]

We'll see.

But I shouldn't keep you.
Do you need something?

Oh, yes.

Do you have a loaf of bread?

My father wants it for the congregation.

If it's bread ye're after,
Miss Christie,

I have some right here, freshly baked.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bug.
- Thank you, Mistress Fraser.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[JAMIE] You have my answer,
Major MacDonald.

[MACDONALD]
And you're certain it's the one

I should convey to Governor Martin, hmm?

"I regret to inform Your Excellency

that Colonel Fraser of
Rowan County has refused"...

Has respectfully declined,
and I'm no longer colonel.

"Has refused to accept a position

"as Indian agent in
the service of the Crown

"and therefore to
maintain peace and prosperity

"in the province by entering into talks

and trading with the Indians."

Oh, as for peace,
it's the only thing I want.

Then I hope you'll change your mind,

for the sake of peace.

My mind is made up, Major.

w*r is an expensive business.

Governor Tryon said

he'd defer payment
of the tax on your land.

Governor Martin owes
you no such courtesy.

If the governor requires taxes,

we'll pay our fair share.

Our settlers have worked hard.

We have new settlers, arrived this week.

Today we begin building their cabins.

But you're welcome to stay
the night in our guest chamber.

Your men may quarter in the stables.

That's kind,
but I must take my leave of you.

I have business in Brownsville.

Ah, don't look too relieved.

I'll stop by again on my way back,

in case you have a change of heart.

[SIGHS]

[FISHERFOLK] Praise be to God.

[TOM] Let us pray.

Jesus fed the ,
with fishes and loaves,

but our own miracle is in coming here...

finding a home,

doing what we can to help.

In return, we will build them a school,

build them a church,

show them

what pious men and
women of faith can do.

A church, you say?

♪ ♪

Sorry we missed your sermon.

[TOM] I was only giving a word of thanks

before we begin our day.

It's what we do.

There's much to do.

Has anyone here built a cabin before?

♪ ♪

Well, then, Mr. Christie,

mebbe I should
explain how we do things here.

♪ ♪

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Right.
- [HORSE CHUFFS]

[BRIANNA] I'll catch up with you.

Um, shouldn't you be at home resting?

[MARSALI SIGHS]

Where are the little ones?

Lizzie took them for
a walk to tire them out,

and I didn't want to be by myself.

Are you a widow as well?

No.

Uh, no... uh, my husband,
he looks after the still.

Uh, it burnt down, and we rebuilt it,

and then he obviously
has been trying to fix it.

Forgive me.

It's been so hard with the bairns,

and when I heard you
say you were alone...

Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

[BABY FUSSING]

Oh.

It's bloody awful, that one.

Her husband d*ed
a month ago on the ship over.

Left with two young bairns.

Keep thinking about you in her place.

[BRIANNA] I wish there
was something we could do.

[BABY COOS]

I could see if any of Jem's
old clothes might fit the kids.

It's not much, but it's a start.

Oh, that's a good idea.

Let's have a think.

There may be
something more we can do as well.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Fergus.

[FERGUS] Better to be late than never.

You, uh, seem cheerful.

You trying the new Whisky?

Working at the still.

Hmm. Well, dinna work too hard.

Mebbe spend a bit
more time at home, eh, lad?

Aye.

♪ ♪

[BIRD CHIRPING]

[BIRD SQUAWKS]

[ALLAN] You're
a good sh*t with that thing.

But I'd prefer to
stick with my trusty r*fle.

The Mohawk taught you?

Aye. Dinna have to worry
about running out of gunpowder.

I don't have to worry
too much about that.

I have this.

The carvings. Where did ye get it?

I made it myself.

Did yer father teach ye how to sh**t?

No.

No, he'd say,

"Son, lay down thy weapons...

"and take up the shield of faith,

"wherewith you shall be able to quench

all the fiery darts of the wicked."

[CHUCKLES]

Is this one of the fiery darts?

[SCOFFS] I imagine he wouldna
approve of some of my customs.

[g*nsh*t]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[TENSE MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[RICHARD] You ought to be careful, son!

Almost mistook you for an Indian,

one who's hunting on
the wrong side of the treaty line.

- You ken very well who I am!
- [RICHARD] Oh, I do.

You're kin of the Frasers.

Perhaps you should take care to dress

in a more civilized fashion.

I've heard there's
real Indians still a-roaming,

setting cabins on fire.

You have no proof
Indians set any of those fires.

If my Uncle heard you...

We're representing the law.

♪ ♪

This is my committee of safety.

♪ ♪

We're seeking justice.

I'm sure your Uncle wouldn't disapprove.

♪ ♪

[CLAIRE] What happened?

[SIGHS] My hand slipped cutting rushes.

See? Look at all this, Da.

Told you she could help.

Perhaps, Malva,
you could see how Allan is faring.

You'll need to cook whatever he's sh*t.

But...

- Yes, Da.
- Ah.

These things usually
look a lot worse than they are.

[MOANS]

Ooh. [GRUNTS]

- Jamie.
- Claire.

[CLAIRE GRUNTS]

Tom. Tom.

[TOM MOANS]

[JAMIE] Is it bad?

[CLAIRE] No, but he just fainted.

Do you need to lie down?

[TOM GRUNTS]

[SIGHS, GRUNTS]

I only felt lightheaded for a moment.

Aye, shall I, uh, fetch you a dram, Tom?

I ken you dinna hold a strong drink,

but, uh, there's a time for it, surely.

Aye, no, 'tis the devil's juice.

"Take a little wine
for thy stomach's sake."

Timothy : .

Take heart, man.

I'll fetch it.

Some of us Catholics can read...
In English too.

I hope so, seeing as there
aren't many priests

in the province.

Now, keep that upright.

Oh.

I'm not surprised the Kn*fe slipped.

I'm surprised you could hold it at all.

You know, I can correct this.

[TOM GRUNTS]

I do not want... desire...

[CLAIRE] Well,
if you don't let me fix it,

that hand will be useless in six months.

I'll manage.

Best listen to her.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

I need you to keep your hand still.

Rest it on the table.

[TOM GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[TOM WINCES]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[TOM GROANS]

[OBJECT CLATTERS]

Now, you need to keep this wound clean.

I'll make up an ointment for it.

You can send Malva round for it later.

And I'll check it again
when you bring your family

to the hog roast tomorrow.

And while I'm at it...

why don't I fix that other hand?

[TOM GRUNTS]

[JAMIE] On you go, then, Tom.

It's naught but a nick.

I've had worse.

♪ ♪

There.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

At least it will be an honorable scar,

won't it, Mac Dubh?

♪ ♪

By God, he's a stiff-necked bastard.

Why on earth would he say that?

Those are honorable scars.

The flogging at Ardsmuir,
he saw my back. Hmm.

Must've thought I'd done
something to deserve them.

And he didn't like me
watching him sweat, I expect.

Then why did you stay?

Because I kent he wouldna whimper

or faint again if I did.

[CHUCKLES]

He'd let you thrust red-hot
needles through his eyeballs

before he'd squeal in front of me.

My God, you're like wild rams,

butting heads to see who's strongest.

[JAMIE] Years he lived
with men who had the Gaelic

and wouldna lower himself

to let a word of such a barbarous tongue

pass his lips.

But a man stubborn enough

to speak English to Highland men

is a man stubborn enough to fight...

and beside me, should it come to it.

♪ ♪

[LIGHT MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

- Sláinte.
- Sláinte.

Enjoy that, because I haven't
much left of the older stock.

Must've heard about the fire,
destroyed my Whisky still.

Aye.

Richard Brown thinks
it was the Indians, you know.

Ah, he's brought some
information to my attention

about the fires.

And impressed the governor
with his committee of safety,

which is why I'm offering him
the position as Indian agent.

Surely you dinna believe him.

It wasn't the Indians.
It was them, the Browns.

- His brother...
- Don't do this to me.

You're both respected in the province.

It's one man's word against another's.

[TOM] Ah.

Oh, my, uh, apologies.

We're, uh...

we're a little early
for the festivities.

- [GLASS THUDS]
- Mr. Christie.

May I present Major MacDonald,
who'll be joining us?

This is Mr. Tom Christie
and his son and daughter,

Allan and Malva Christie.

Well, never too
early for a celebratory drink

before we eat.

So generous of Mr.
And Mistress Fraser to host us.

Ah, no Whisky, thank you.

But yes, indeed,
they have been more than gracious.

[MALVA] Will Mistress Fraser
be joining us?

She's been so kind,
I'm eager to thank her.

Aye.

I believe she's tending
to some final preparations...

A wee surprise for some of the children.

You live like a king, Mr. Fraser.

Yes, you've certainly
come a long way from Ardsmuir.

Aye.

And yet somehow there always seems to be

such a long way to go, Mr. Christie.

[TOM] Hmm.

[JAMIE] More Whisky, Major?

[MACDONALD] Mm.

Never say no.

[WHISKY POURING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[FERGUS] Ho-ho.

Looks like the first lot
of trouble have arrived.

The rest... sit...
won't be far behind us.

[MRS. BUG] Hungry, I'm hoping.

Ready for a fine feast.

♪ ♪

Why'd you bring me here?

You have been working hard

all day, my love.

Why don't we get some food

inside that stomach of yours, hmm?

But everyone else will be
eating, uh, in the other room.

- There's more?
- Oh. [CHUCKLES] Aye.

Uh, where's your brother gotten to?

[JOSIAH] Uh, why?

Uh, I thought ye only had eyes for me.

Two hands would be more useful.

To, uh, carry these plates
to the dining table.

[LIZZIE AND JOSIAH CHUCKLE]

Only one Fergus Fraser
with only one hand.

But two's better than one, eh, Lizzie?

Oh, uh...

I-I'm sure I dinna ken what ye mean.

[CHUCKLES]

♪ ♪

- Please help yourselves.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

- [AIDAN] Can we go? Can we go?
- [AMY] No.

I dinna ken where
your next meal is coming from,

- sweetheart, so...
- I'm not hungry!

Da would've taken me back.

Aidan.

Come take a look at this powder horn.

When you're a wee bit older,
I can teach you to, uh...

My dad was a fisherman, not a hunter.

I want to go.

[AMY SIGHS]

Aidan McCallum!

You come back down here this instant

before anyone sees you!

- Did you...
- Yeah.

Yeah, I thought of something.

- Do you mind if I, uh...
- No, no. Go.

- [BABY CRYING]
- Here, let me.

Do you mind if I sit?

[BABY FUSSING]

♪ ♪

Why won't you have a wee bite to eat,
lad?

Hmm?

You'll need all your strength
if you want to help me

build your new home, a cabin.

You're the man of the house now.

- I can build it with you?
- Mm-hmm.

[CHUCKLES]

My wife and I would like to make sure

that you're comfortable.

I'd like to supervise
work on a cabin for you.

Everyone will help, of course.

But since I'm not
building one for my own family...

Cabin of my own?

I-I never expected...

I could never repay ye.

You won't have to.

[HOOFBEATS CLOPPING FAINTLY]

[BOTTLES THUDDING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

♪ ♪

[RICHARD] Mr. Fraser.

♪ ♪

Mistress Fraser.

♪ ♪

I take it this isn't a social call.

No, it isn't.

There's a dark-haired boy

was out hunting with your Indian.

Where is he?

There he is.

He's a thief,
and we've come to arrest him.

He stole a powder horn.

Cheeky bastard's still wearing it.

And what proof do you have it isn't his?

Carved his initials on it...

For Phineas Brown, there.

My man says he took it.

You do this, son?

[GRUNTS]

Where did you get that powder horn?

Hmm?

Do you want to end up like your mother?

No.

Good...

'cause she's burning
in the fires of hell.

Remember, a thief hateth his own soul.

Swear to me,

before God and these men,

that you did not do this.

I...

I can't.

Apologize to Mr. Brown at once.

Mr. Brown, please...

this is my son.

Do not take him with you.

We will punish him
here and now for his sin.

You have my word.

Ten lashes.

Then it's settled.

You have the powder horn back.

No harm was done.

I'll remind you all this is my land.

I'll see to it the lad
learns his lesson.

My son will be punished, Mr. Fraser!

We'll see to that together,
Mr. Christie.

Thank you for bringing this matter

to my attention, Mr. Brown.

Funny how it's
gunpowder he stole, eh, Mr. Fraser?

Got me wondering.

That's a dangerous
commodity in these dark times.

Damn contentious one too.

You're not harboring
one of those rebels,

are you, Mr. Fraser?

Maybe that's why
you want to go so easy on him?

What do you think, Major MacDonald?

[TOM] If my son had
a bone of treachery in his body,

I'd b*at it out of him myself.

We're loyal to our king.

Mr. Fraser should give the punishment.

And we should set a good example...

to the loyal residents
of Fraser's Ridge.

My land...

my means.

♪ ♪

Come on, lad.

♪ ♪

Take off your jacket.

♪ ♪

[BELT SNAPS]

♪ ♪

[YELPS]

[YELLS]

[BELT SNAPPING]

[ALLAN YELLS]

- [BELT SNAPS]
- [ALLEN SHOUTS]

[ALLAN WHIMPERS]

[SHOUTS]

♪ ♪

[SHOUTS]

♪ ♪

[CRYING]

[SNIFFLING, WHIMPERING]

♪ ♪

Now take yer men off my land.

Colonel.

♪ ♪

I'll do it.

If it's between me and him,

I canna let him do it.

I'll be your Indian agent.

♪ ♪

Mr. Christie?

A word, if I may.

What happened with
Allan and Richard Brown...

Yes.

Not how I imagined
the beginning of our time

at the Ridge, I must confess.

And not how I imagined it either.

You invited me here.

And I'm grateful to have come.

I did.

At Ardsmuir, we got by...

lived under someone else's command.

That was then.

This is now.

If you're to stay, then my
word at Fraser's Ridge is law.

God's word is law.

We put Him first, do we not, Mr. Fraser?

"Thou shalt have
no other gods before Me."

You should see to your son.

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

There it is...

that look...

the same look
you gave me at the gathering.

Your drunkenness
embarrassed me in front of everyone.

A man needs a drink now and then.

Your drink is
keeping you from your family...

from being a husband.

Is your husband not sitting here

in front of you this very moment?

Is he?

♪ ♪

I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.

♪ ♪

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN AND SHUT]

[LIONEL] Aren't you
the clever one, Dr. Rawlings?

Now you're gonna repent for your sins.

[WYLIE] A vile succubus!

[WOMAN] You can come out now, Claire.

[LIONEL] Bitch!

[WOMAN] You say I'm a witch.

[BLACK JACK] I will slit her throat.

Pleasure to see you.

[MAN] I suspect you may be
an English spy.

[LIONEL] Aren't you the clever one?

[GASPS, BREATHING HEAVILY]

Sassenach, what is it?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

It's fine.

Go back to sleep.

Is it the Browns? Did they...

unsettle ye?

I just want a cup of tea...
[EXHALES DEEPLY]

if I can find any.

Bloody taxes.

♪ ♪

I've never been afraid of ghosts.

I live with them daily.

When I look into a mirror,

my mother's eyes look back at me.

My mouth curls with the smile

that lured my great-grandfather

to the fate that was me.

♪ ♪

Of course, it isn't these homely ghosts

that trouble sleep and
curdle wakefulness.

Look back.

Hold a torch to light
the recesses of the dark.

Listen to the footsteps

that echo behind when you walk alone.

♪ ♪

All the time, ghosts
flit past and through us,

hiding in the future.

Each ghost comes unbidden

from the misty
grounds of dreams and silence.

♪ ♪

Our rational minds say, "No, it isn't."

But another part, an older part,

echoes always softly in the dark,

"Yes, but it could be."

♪ ♪

By blood and by choice,

we make our ghosts.

We haunt ourselves.