06x03 - Temperance

[bunniefuu]

[Claire] Previously...

Been drinking
more than usual lately.

He's taken a notion

that he should have been there
to defend us.

That bastard.

I'm fine.

[gasps]

[tense music plays]

[sighs]

Lift your skirts.

Damn hand!

[grunts]

I have considered the matter,

and I will undergo
your... operation.

What am I gonna do without you,

with another bairn coming?

[groaning]

- Un nain.
- What did he say?

Means he's a dwarf.

He's beautiful.

[Jamie] Amy McCallum's husband
d*ed a month ago,

and she was left
with two young bairns.

So you decided to pass along

Chief Byrd's
request for weapons.

I'm recommending
we do as they ask.

The Cherokee
will have their g*ns.

[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 ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[man singing in Gaelic]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

- [baby crying]
- [boy ] There he goes!

- Hurry up!
- [boy ] He's floating.

- [boy ] He's floating!
- [boy ] Come on!

He's headed for the rapids!

[boy ] There he goes!

♪ ♪

[baby crying]

♪ ♪

Oh! It's Mr. MacKenzie!

♪ ♪

[boy ] There they are!

Come on!
We'll catch them this way!

[boy ] Oh, no!

♪ ♪

Wait for me!

♪ ♪

The basket!

[boy ] Look!
There's the basket!

♪ ♪

[boy ] Oh, no! The waterfall!

♪ ♪

[Roger panting]

Right, ye wee bastards!

Whose idea was this?

[baby crying]

Don't you dare run!

You shouldna touch him, sir.
You'll burn yourself.

Yeah.

They wanted to see
if he'd float.

And he did; that must mean
he's the devil's seed.

Ma and Da said so.

He floated
because he was in a basket.

♪ ♪

I baptize thee Henri-Christian.

[baby crying]

In the name of the Father
and the Son

and the Holy Ghost.

You hear that?

His name's Christian.

He belongs to the Lord.

You trouble him again,
and Satan'll pop up

and drag you straight down
screaming to hell!

[solemn music plays]

Germain!

♪ ♪

Well, he's safe and dry
and sleeping.

He wasn't hurt.

All is well, then.

"Well?"

I should drown
the lot of them in a well.

If they'd harmed a hair
on his wee head...

And you.

I turn my back for one moment.

I thought he was safe,
sleeping in his basket,

- and you were just--
- It was a test.

Seems their parents
told them that children

like Henri-Christian are...

a demon-born,

that the water rejects
their wickedness.

Thank God they didn't try

to take him
out of his basket, then.

They were afraid to touch him.

They thought he'd burn them.

And you believed this?

You think your brother
is a demon?

I thought they'd
leave us alone.

Oh, you know better than that!

- [baby crying]
- Oh, just...

[door slams]

I'll talk to them.

Fergus,
don't let it bother you.

[door slams]

Find your associates.

Tell them they're expected
in my parlor before supper

to receive a punishment.

I'll go with you, lad.

Fergus.

In the mountain villages
of France,

a dwarf child would be left
for the wolves.

We wouldn't let that happen
here.

We'll surround Henri-Christian
with love,

protect him,

and make sure he gets treated
like everyone else

so he'll grow up happy and--

And after he's grown?

Will he have a happy life?

Marry?

Provide for a family?

I don't see why he couldn't...

or why he can't be educated

or learn a trade,

be able to work at something.

Ah.

Something.

[sighs]

With respect, milady,

you have never seen
the life of a dwarf.

And you have?

Oui...

à Paris.

The house itself had girls,
of course, and even children.

They were the bread and butter
of the establishment.

But there are always those
who desire the exotic...

and who will pay.

So every now and then,
the Madame

would send for those
who dealt in such things,

Le Maître des Champignons.

The Master of Mushrooms?

The Dwarf Master.

[chuckles]

Les chanterelles,
we called them, the females.

The male,
they were les morilles...

exotic delicacies
valued for the rarity

of their twisted shapes...

...the strange savor
of their flesh.

But they were not
badly treated, les champignons.

They were of value.

The master would buy
such infants from their parents

or collect them
from the streets.

I knew one of them quite well.

Luc, he was called.

We'd sometimes work together,

pickpocketing
wealthy customers.

I found him one day
in the alley...

with his throat cut.

So the Madame sent the doorkeep
to fetch the body

and sold it to a physician...

[somber music plays]

...to cut them up, to sell
their parts for divination.

♪ ♪

I'm so sorry, Fergus.

When I met you and milord,

I found a world
beyond a brothel

and vowed never to return
to such a place.

♪ ♪

That my son might find himself
in such a life...

You can't think
that Jamie or I,

that-that we would allow
such a thing to happen.

No, you will not, milady,
but you will not live forever,

nor will milord nor I.

But the child
will be a dwarf forever,

and that's my fault.

I wasn't there
to protect my wife,

and he was beaten in the womb.

His condition has nothing
to do with what happened.

You have to believe me,
Fergus.

It wasn't your fault.

I'm a physician. I know.

♪ ♪

Fergus! Fergus!

♪ ♪

Mr. Christie.

I've been waiting
for some time.

Wasn't sure how long you'd be.

Some of the youngsters
put my grandson in the river

to see if he would float.

You know,
I hope you've not been

encouraging
this kind of nonsense.

Mistress Fraser,
I assure you I have not.

I am an educated man.

I'm sorry
that such a thing occurred.

Is the child well?

For now.

Well...

I'll speak to the boys
and their parents.

They know I disapprove
of superstitions.

It's all right.

My husband's handling
the matter.

[sighs] How can I help you?

It's been long enough.

My other hand is healed.

It is time.

Well, good.

Well, come inside.

I'll prepare the surgery
and the ether.

Ether?

I have agreed to the operation,

but I will not allow you
to employ your potions upon me.

Well, why not?

It is the devil's work
to use such--

I thought just Highlanders
were stubborn as rocks.

Stubborn as rocks?

- Mr. Christie is refusing to--
- Mistress Fraser insists--

God wants him
to have the surgery,

but the masochist
is refusing the ether.

"Masochist"?

Well, it's a word for...

...people who prefer
to suffer pain.

You always were
an awkward bugger, Tom.

Ye must do as you please.

I can tell you from experience,
it does hurt a great deal.

She means to cut
into your hand.

- I know that.
- Aye.

But you have no notion
what that's like.

I have.

Claire healed my hand
years ago.

Hurt like the devil.

Hardly shows now.

You don't want to suffer
like that

if there's a choice about it,
and there is.

And I have made my choice.

Please dinna tell my ma.

I'm not here to speak
to your mother, Aiden.

My business is with you.

Mr. Fraser wants you and your
friends from this morning

to come to see him
before supper.

Otherwise, he'll come round.

He will talk to your mother.

[Amy screams]

- Stay with Aiden.
- [Amy screams]

Mistress McCallum!

Oh, thank you, dear Lord.
You sent the minister.

What?

I'm not exactly that, you know.

Aye.
Well, maybe not exactly, sir,

but we enjoyed your sermon
this past week, and...

please, can you help?

Lizzie Wemyss
brought me some milk.

I went to dip a bit out
for Aiden, but...

well, if it's no' a devil
that's got into it,

it's something else.

It's haunted, sir,
I'm sure of it.

[Roger clears throat]

- [low croak]
- [gasps]

Oh!

[breathing shakily]

[chuckles]

- It's just a wee bullfrog.
- [croaks]

Well, not exactly wee.

But he's friendly.

[bullfrog croaks]

Miss Wemyss watches over
a number of lads on the ridge.

My guess is, one of them
was playing a trick.

[cries, sniffles]

Why?

Why has God brought me here?

Well, we must trust...

[solemn music plays]

...that He has a plan
of some sort...

♪ ♪

...even if we don't know
what it is.

[scoffs]

To bring us all
to this terrible place...

♪ ♪

...take my husband from me,
and leave me to starve?

It's not such a terrible place.

And it doesn't rain
as much as it does in Scotland.

[laughs, sniffs]

♪ ♪

I'll never see it again...

Scotland...

will I?

I can't say.

But I won't let you starve.

That's all I can promise you,
but I do promise it.

♪ ♪

[exhales shakily]

[wheel rattling]

Oh, this is wonderful!

It's a muckle wheel.

I'll be better
with some practice.

You made this?

Evan Lindsay helped.

He knows which wood
works best.

I'll work twice as fast.

Then I'll have more time
for the bairns.

[children clamoring]

- [boy] No more!
- [toy thuds]

Hey. Hey.

No more fighting,

or no more vroom
until tomorrow.

Yes?

Good boy. Go on.

Why do you call them "vrooms"?

Uh, it's a sound

that Jem makes
when he's playing with them.

I wonder if Roger's
having any luck

rounding up the boys
from this morning.

I'm not sure
what good it'll do.

It's the parents
who need thrashing.

I did expect them home by now.
Fergus too.

I told Da we'd come round
with the bairn and Germain

for whatever punishment
he'd thought up.

And...

Fergus promised me
he'd stop drinking.

Good.

[sighs]

[solemn music plays]

I'm sure Fergus
will be here soon.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

It will get better.

You'll see.

♪ ♪

[light suspenseful music plays]

♪ ♪

Thank you.

♪ ♪

Here.

You might want to bite down
on this, for the pain.

I'd rather say my prayers.

♪ ♪

[Tom clears throat]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

At your convenience then,
Mistress Fraser.

[dramatic music plays]

[screaming]

- Hold still, man.
- Oh, God!

Jamie, the bucket.

[groaning]

You may experience
some nausea, Mr. Christie,

and if you do,
you can vomit there.

[groaning]

Shall I stop?

No.

A shame to waste
that much whisky.

♪ ♪

[groans]

"The right hand
of the Lord is exalted."

[Tom] Aye.

"The right hand of the Lord
doeth valiantly."

That's appropriate, no?

Go on.

"You shall not die, but live,

"and declare
the works of the Lord.

"The Lord
hath chastened me so,

"but He hath not
given me over unto death.

Open to me the gates..."

[both] "Of righteousness.

"I will praise thee.

For thou hast heard me."

- [Jamie] "God is the Lord..."
- [Tom] The Lord!

"...which hath
showed us light."

- Aye!
- "Bind the sacrifice with cords

even unto the horns
of the altar."

- [screams]
- You must not move.

I need both my hands.
I can't hold yours.

[Tom panting]

♪ ♪

[horse neighs]

[Tom grunting]

[clears throat]

I was only coming to ask
Mistress Fraser something.

Seeing as my father's in there.

Well, all the more reason
to go in.

Ye're Auntie Claire's
apprentice.

She called me her apprentice?

[laughs softly]

Well, that's why you've
been hovering about here

all the time, is it no'?

To learn the ways of a healer?

Yes.

- [Tom screams]
- Don't let my father hear you.

He doesn't like me
to see him suffer

or to offend my delicate
female sensibilities.

You seem strong enough

to stand the sight
of a wee bit of blood.

And you'd be helping
to make him well.

He's more worried about
the health of my eternal soul.

Prefers that I keep
my mind on that.

Well, rather
than lingering out here

like two souls in limbo...

...I'll walk with you home?

I'm not Catholic,
so my soul won't be in limbo.

But yes, you may walk me home.

[both]
"The Lord is my shepherd.

"I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

"He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

"Yea, though I walk

"through the valley
of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,
for thou art with me."

"Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me

all the days of my life."

[softly] Aye.

Ah. Ooh.

[Tom grunts softly]

It worked.

You'll have more motion
once the wound has healed

and I've taken out the sutures,

but yes, it worked.

I would like you to stay here
overnight in the surgery

so I can keep an eye on you.

Aye.

[dog barking]

Why would your father
ever be worried

about your eternal fate?

I'm flattered
you don't think he should be.

But why not?

Are we not all sinners,
Mister...

It is Fraser, isn't it?

It's Murray.

My ma's a Fraser.

And aye, we are all sinners,
but...

a young lass like yourself?

Surely ye've done no wrong.

- Looks can be deceiving.
- Mm.

I suppose,
if my ma could see me,

she'd be worried about
my eternal fate as well.

[Malva] My mother was not
so spiritually inclined.

[soft music plays]

[Young Ian] What do you mean?

♪ ♪

She was hanged as a witch.

Hanged?

When?

I was very young.

I hardly remember.

[child shouting]

[somber music plays]

I'm almost home now.

My brother
will be home as well,

and he'd not be pleased to see
me walking with a young man.

Aye.

Of course.

♪ ♪

'Tis my understanding...

you wicked wee scoundrels

were eager to play
with fire this morning.

There, nice and hot.

I've half a mind
to burn ye myself.

Since you're growing men
who mean to learn by doing,

there's a choice:

touch the bairn...

or the poker.

Go on. Make yer choice.

You go first.

I dinna want to.

[soft music plays]

[Jamie]
He's a sweet lad, is he no'?

Ye can see that he is.

♪ ♪

[baby laughs]

See there, ye made him laugh.

He likes you.

♪ ♪

[baby fussing]

Good.

♪ ♪

See?
I told you he wasn't a demon.

Is it true,
what Mr. MacKenzie said

about the bairn
belonging to the Lord?

I certainly wouldn't argue

with what Mr. MacKenzie
said about that.

But whoever else he belongs to,

Henri-Christian belongs to me.

Best you all remember it.

[all] Aye, Mr. Fraser, sir.

Now, help yourself to bread
and honey and be on yer way.

♪ ♪

Henri-Christian
also belongs to you, Germain.

♪ ♪

He's your wee brother.

He needs your protection.

You understand?

Yes, Grandpère.

[soft music plays]

Go on.

♪ ♪

[baby cooing]

♪ ♪

[child] Papa, I'm so hungry.

[indistinct chatter]

Papa!

- [baby coos]
- I'm really hungry.

[Marsali] Shh, shh, shh.

Dinna fash.
Your ma's here now.

[child crying]

Have ye been
neglecting the bairns?

How much drink have ye had?

If I'm still talking,
then not enough.

Maybe I need another.

You promised me ye wouldna.

You're so much better
than this, my love.

I've seen what drink'll do
to a man.

I watched my mother
put up with it.

Me and Joanie suffered
because of it.

And so help me God,
I willna put up wi' it again.

So please, Fergus...

...tell me how to help ye,
please.

You can't.

I'm the one
who's supposed to help you,

to provide for you
and the children,

to protect you
and the children.

Then thank God Henri-Christian
was wi' me this evening

and that he drinks
his mother's milk.

What does that mean?

You think I'd let any harm
come to him?

Well, it's fine job
ye'd do in that state.

You can't protect anyone
when you're drunk!

You're right.

Only I wasn't drunk
when I failed you before.

I can fight for us too.

The burden is not only on you.

I can protect us as well.

Not against men
like Lionel Brown.

Aye, I can.

And I did.

[tense music plays]

Let this be a comfort to ye,
Fergus, for I mean it to be.

♪ ♪

Lionel didn't die.

♪ ♪

I k*lled him.

What?

What did you say?

He threatened me.

He threatened all of us.

He said he'd burn the house
down over our heads.

[chair clatters]

So I filled a syringe
with water hemlock,

and I stabbed him in the neck.

♪ ♪

You k*lled him?

I was worried
it would haunt me.

But it doesna.

An evil man is gone,
and no harm will come to us.

I don't need a woman
to protect me!

♪ ♪

But I do need a drink.

[somber music plays]

♪ ♪

Thirsty, are you?

[pitcher clatters]

I hope that's quenched it.

[breathing heavily]

Now leave!

♪ ♪

I said leave!

- I am the man of this house!
- [baby crying]

Well, then you can come back
when you're acting like one.

♪ ♪

[crying continues]

You promised me, Fergus Fraser!

♪ ♪

And I will have a whole man

or none at all.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

♪ ♪

What would you have done
if they'd chosen the poker?

I would let them
have their punishment.

I hope they go home
and tell their parents.

Aye.

On the other hand,
if their parents

think he's demon-born,

I'm his grandsire,
and ye're his granny,

what does that say about us?

[chuckles]

[Lionel] It says you're
of the devil yourself.

[eerie music plays]

[Claire gasping]

What's wrong, Sassenach?

Nothing.

♪ ♪

I, um...

♪ ♪

...I'm going to go downstairs,

look in on Tom.

♪ ♪

[Tom] Mistress Fraser.

[Claire] Mr. Christie.

You're slightly feverish.

Here.

[Tom groaning]

Easy.

Just want to see how
your hand's doing, that's all.

Throbbing a bit.

Keeping me from sleep.

Why do you never wear
a proper kerch or cap?

Why should I?

'Cause every pious
married woman should.

"And every woman
who prayeth or prophesieth

"with her head uncovered
dishonoreth her head.

For that is just
as if she were shaven."

Are we back
to Saint Paul again?

Ever occur to you that man had

quite the bee in his bonnet
about women?

Besides, I'm not praying
right now.

I want to see
how this does overnight

before I risk
prophesying about it.

- It looks like it's doing--
- Your hair.

There's a great deal of it.

There is a great deal of it.

Eh.

You should, um,
move your fingers regularly

to prevent the muscles from
contracting while it's healing.

It will hurt at first,

but you must do it.

Here, let me show you.

If you take your other hand
and you...

[Tom groans]

[Claire]
...stretch out that joint,

you should feel the pull
go down the palm.

That's what's needed.

Here. Try it.

Mr. Christie, are you hungry?

A little, I suppose. Aye.

I'll fetch you something.

You should, uh, keep trying
those exercises for a bit.

Aye.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

Oh, hello, cat.

[cat meows]

Don't you be thinking
any of this ham is for you.

[cat purring]

I might be able to rustle up
some milk for you, though.

Here. [smooches]

♪ ♪

You were thirsty.

You should let that rest now.

Don't want the wound
to start bleeding again.

Is there someone else
in the kitchen?

I heard you speaking
to someone.

[laughs] No, it was just the
cat.

And no, he's not my familiar.

It's just a cat.

It's only slightly
less ridiculous talking to him

than talking to myself, is all.

Mm, I told you,
I am an educated man.

I do not think you are a witch.

Oh, you don't?

So don't you believe
in witches?

There are witches
in the Bible, you know.

I did not say that
I do not believe in witches.

I do.

I said I don't think
you are one.

I'm very pleased
to hear that.

I want to apologize to you...

...for my behavior
this morning.

It's quite all right.

I can see how the idea
of being put to sleep

might seem peculiar.

I don't mean that.

I meant that... I could not
keep myself still.

I wouldn't expect anyone
to keep still

while I cut into their hand.

Not even your husband?

He said you'd healed
his hand for him.

He didn't squirm when you
did it, though, did he?

Everyone's different.

You wouldn't expect any man
to do as well as him.

I know that.

That's not what I meant.

Yeah, I've stitched wounds
and set bones

for many men.

Nearly all the Highlanders.

They were terribly brave
about it.

You know your husband bears
the stripes of flogging.

Yes, of course.

Oh, but do you know why?

Yes, I do.

But you don't.

Not all of them, it's true.

He arrived at Ardsmuir
with a great many stripes.

But-but I know he earned more

while we were
in prison together.

He claimed a bit of tartan.

It was forbidden.

Do you know why?

It wasn't his.

An old man's.

It was an act
of extraordinary courage.

Incomprehensible.

How he could do it, you mean?

Not how. Why.

Well, he would do anything
to protect one of his men.

Is that why today--
his presence here...

does he think
I'm one of his men?

'Cause I assure you, I am not.

I'm sure he doesn't.

I'm sure it was simply
an act of kindness.

And he would do the same
for any stranger,

as you would yourself,
wouldn't you?

Mm.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[Claire]
Good night, Mr. Christie.

Mm.

How was Tom?

He-he seems to be doing
quite well, actually.

Is Tom afraid of women?

Or...

was he just afraid
of sinning, I suppose?

He seemed so uncomfortable
with me touching his hand

or-or touching him
at all, really.

I was like that, too,
after Ardsmuir.

It was shocking to be touched,
especially by a woman.

[solemn music plays]

It would be weeks, ye ken,

we wouldn't think of it.

♪ ♪

We were always starved, cold,

worn to the bone.

Every now and then,
something would change.

The fog of exhaustion
would lift.

A story someone told, maybe,

a letter from someone's wife
or sister.

♪ ♪

Sometimes it came from nowhere.

But you'd wake to it
in the night,

in the dark,

like the smell of a woman
lying next to you.

Memory...

longing...

need.

♪ ♪

Some men would
reach out to another,

sometimes to be rebuffed
by shouts or blows,

sometimes not.

♪ ♪

And Tom?

No. Hmm. Tom turned inward.

♪ ♪

I was lucky.

You helped pull me back
from the darkness.

♪ ♪

He was already at Ardsmuir

when you arrived, wasn't he?

And then you both left
at the same time.

♪ ♪

When the prison
was closed, aye.

Tom was transported
to the colonies

to serve his indenture.

Why?

Malva...

she would be , wouldn't she?

♪ ♪

Wouldn't Tom
have still been at Ardsmuir

when she was conceived?

Maybe he remarried when he
arrived in the colonies.

[Claire] Hmm.

♪ ♪

Did any of the men
ever touch you?

No.

No one would ever think
to touch me.

I was their chief.

They loved me.

None would think
ever to touch me.

♪ ♪

Did you ever want them to?

No.

I hungered
for the touch of a hand.

Only that.

I longed for it.

More than food,
more than sleep.

♪ ♪

Though I longed
most desperately for sleep,

for-not only for the sake
of tiredness,

but when I slept...
I dreamt of you.

♪ ♪

My brother tells me
you're a fearsome hunter.

[soft music plays]

Aye. I suppose.

Keeps me well fed.

[Malva chuckles]

As I used to say
when my father would ask me

what I must do to avoid
the fiery pits of hell,

"Be sure to eat well,
and take good care not to die."

[laughs]

Well, your father is, uh...

Must be difficult
to live with the burden

of such high expectations.

Hmm.

And sometimes I think
people make mistakes

and do the wrong thing,

but perhaps
for the right reasons.

I suppose your uncle
doesn't mind much what you do.

That you've markings
on your face

or that you're not...
a Christian, I suppose?

Hmm.

No, I dinna ken what I am
or what I believe.

But I'll always have a home
with Uncle Jamie.

And he'd give me the coat
off his back if I asked him.

- Or wi'out askin', either.
- [Malva] Hmm.

He loves you
as his own son, then.

Aye.

He's given me some land
of my own to farm.

Must you pay him rent
for Quarter Day?

No, not yet.
Havena been farmin'.

You know, I dinna ken
if my place is here,

with them, or for how long.

Where else would it be?

He must think you
very worthy and capable.

Aye.

Man o' worth.

[Malva chuckles]

[soft music plays]

Do they mean something?

♪ ♪

That I've done much
that I'm proud of

and much that I regret.

♪ ♪

- You've lived, then.
- I have.

♪ ♪

There's no sin in that,
I suppose.

No.

♪ ♪

None at all.

♪ ♪

[Claire] What has it been,
a week now?

Oh, that's healing nicely.

Good.

You've been doing
your exercises.

Yes.

Yes.

I look forward to having
its use returned to me.

[Claire] Hmm.

I've been having
trouble sleeping,

so I come down
and read for a bit.

- I find it helps.
- Mm.

Do you read novels?

Uh, yes.

Have you read Tom Jonesbefore?

No.

My wife, she read novels.

But I did not approve of it.

Then.

I threw them all away.

Can't imagine she was
very pleased about that.

She was not.

So what changed your mind?

Ardsmuir.

You know, we had no books there,

but Mr. Fraser was accustomed

to recount the stories
he had read

to the other prisoners.

Not Tom Jonesbut others.

And I saw that fiction
was perhaps not,

as I had thought,

merely an inducement
of idleness

and wicked fancy,
a confection of lies.

Surely there's a difference
between lying

and telling a distracting tale.

[Tom] Oh, it was distraction,
to be sure.

In such conditions,
distraction is, uh, not evil,

while it is, of course,
more desirable

to escape into prayer.

Of course.

But...
it drew the men together.

You would not think
that such men--

crofters, Highlanders--
would find themselves

in sympathy
with such situations.

They were...

they were starved, cold,

covered in sores,
separated from their families,

yet they could take comfort

in never having suffered
such vicissitudes

as had befallen
these imaginary beings.

Would you like to borrow it?

Oh, no, no, I couldn't.

Please. I insist.

It will be
a good distraction for you.

And I will come
and retrieve it in a few days

when I come
to check on your hand.

Well, then, uh,
I must thank you.

I... meant to say

that Richard Brown

came by our settlement
this morning.

He offered us the protection
of his committee of safety,

should we have the need of it.

I hope you refused him.

That man is...

he's not to be trusted.

- [tense music plays]
- [knock at door]

♪ ♪

Please, come in.

♪ ♪

Good day, lass.

Oh, Mr. Fraser,
you startled me.

My father is fond of mushrooms,

so I was looking for wood ears.

[Jamie] What will yer father
do when ye've wed

and left his house?

He'll need someone
to do for him, I expect.

I dinna mean to be wed
anytime soon, sir.

We'll manage well enough.

No?

Surely ye've suitors.

The lads swoon after you
in droves; I've seen them.

Please, sir, ye'll say
no such thing to my father.

I willna.

I was only teasing, lass.

[both chuckle softly]

Is your father so fierce, then?

- I thought you knew him, sir.
- I did.

I'm getting acquainted
with him again.

Have ye enough wood ears there?

I saw a great many yesterday
up near the green spring.

I'm going that way.
I could show ye.

You're very kind.

Thank you.

Your brother, Allan, will
leave home, too, I suppose.

Maybe go down the coast.

I ken he's not
a farmer at heart, is he?

No, he's not.
He grew up in Edinburgh.

You have the same mother,
your brother and you?

Of course.

Born in Scotland? Or here?

Am I such a curiosity
to you, sir?

'Twas Scotland.

But I dinna much remember it.

Some say this place
is like it, though.

Do you think so?

Something like it.

Some parts.

The Great Glen, the forest.

- Mm.
- Aye.

It's very much like this.

♪ ♪

But there is no peat,
o' course.

♪ ♪

- No heather.
- Mm.

That's the biggest difference.

♪ ♪

The mountains...
[continues indistinctly]

♪ ♪

[haunting music plays]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[lively music plays]

[Lizzie] Here we are again,
Quarter Day.

Thank you, Miss Wemyss.

I must drink this
before Mr. Christie sees

and chastens me.

What auld Tom doesna ken
willna hurt him.

Lang may yer lum reek.
Slàinte mhath.

Slàinte mhath.

You sure you dinna need
any help, Miss Wemyss?

Kezzie and I could pass
some of that ale round.

Oh, aye, as though
every cup I give ye

wouldna go straight
down yer own two gullets.

[chuckles]

I'm no fool, Josiah Beardsley.

We'll keep watch, then.

Make sure no one
steals a sip uninvited.

If you want to be helpful,

go and fetch me
another barrel of ale.

♪ ♪

Good health.

It's good to get a rest
from the children.

Mm, Mrs. Bug was happy
to watch 'em.

♪ ♪

[whispering] The state of him.

Come. Come.

♪ ♪

[Roger] Padraic MacNeill.

Ah. Well done, sir.

Keep this up,
and ye'll have enough

to feed a family of five.

Now, where are yer
two wee scamps?

They'll be off
making mischief somewhere.

Gone lookin' for sweetmeats,
no doubt.

Evan Lindsay.
Ye've had a good year.

Aye, Mac Dubh.
My crops have been blessed.

Time the good Lord
blessed ye with a wife

to spend all that money on.

Perhaps He'll introduce me
to yer sister,

since ye're spoken for.

Careful now.

She's far too young
for the likes of ye.

And she's in Scotland, forbye.

- [Evan] Oh, yeah.
- [Marsali chuckles]

[Evan] You look nice.

♪ ♪

I think we should set Evan up
with Lizzie.

What do you think?

[Roger chuckles]

If he can get past Josiah
and Kezzie Beardsley, that is.

What do you mean?

You haven't noticed?

They're very protective.

Your mother says that
they follow Lizzie around

like two puppies.

More like two wolves.

There you go.

They've just gone
to get some more.

[Claire] I'll send over
a recipe if you'd like.

I'll get Mrs.-Mrs. Crombie
to have a look at that.

[Lizzie] There's a wee bit
left for you.

[indistinct chatter]

Whatever you want to say to me,

you might as well say it.

You've been staring at me
all morning.

Staring at me
like you stare at my son.

[tense music plays]

Have you never seen a man
with one hand before?

Or a dwarf?

♪ ♪

Are we so hideous?

Hideously drunk.

But as to your son,

I think "grotesque"
may be the word.

♪ ♪

But you tell us...

if you can bear to look at him
yourself.

- Oh!
- Hey!

- [blows landing]
- [grunting]

- Fergus!
- Fergus!

♪ ♪

This madman att*cked me!

[Claire] Did you see
what happened?

It was her fault, mostly.

She shouldna ha' said
what she did about the bairn.

I saw him throw whisky
in her face.

Oh, surely
it's a curse from God

for a child to look that way!

How dare you?

Drink is the devil's juice.

Isn't that what you
always say, Mr. Christie?

Well, the lad's father's
barely seen without a cup.

The Frasers have opened
their doors to us.

We will respect them
in the eyes of the Lord,

with pity...

and kindness.

♪ ♪

[Fergus speaking French]

Mr. MacGregor.

[dramatic music plays]

What's happened?

♪ ♪

[Roger] As we all settle
in this new land,

so far from the soil
in which many of us were born,

I want to reflect on the words

"thou shalt love
they neighbor as thyself."

I feel compelled to tell
a story about a helpless child

who was floated down a river
in a basket.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

His name was Moses.

♪ ♪

Pharaoh ordered
that all Hebrew boys

be thrown into the Nile
and drowned,

an edict
that nearly k*lled the child

that would later lead
God's people to freedom.

♪ ♪

[sharp slap]

It was fear
that made him do it.

♪ ♪

For months,
Moses' mother kept him hidden,

risking her own life,

until he was too big to hide.

She placed him in a basket

in the River Nile and prayed.

She entrusted him to God,

in spite of her fear.

♪ ♪

Many of you are parents.

To what lengths would you go

to protect
your innocent children?

♪ ♪

You never know what you'll
be willing to do until--

♪ ♪

Fergus!

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪

No, milord. Let me be.

♪ ♪

No!

♪ ♪

Let me die.
This is the only way.

Marsali and the children
need you.

This is for them.

Marsali can marry again,

find a man who can provide
for her and the children,

protect Henri-Christian.

I cannot.

You can.

[Fergus] You know damn well
I can't.

Roger saved him.

You protect him.

I'm nothing.

I'm useless.

Useless?

♪ ♪

You kept this family together
while I was at Ardsmuir.

♪ ♪

You helped me at my print shop

when I was grieving for Claire.

♪ ♪

With this one hand,

you made some of the finest
whisky ever passed my lips.

You will do so again.

♪ ♪

Ye're the only one
who can show yer son

what a "useless" man
like ye can achieve

and how proud
he can make his father.

♪ ♪

Ye dinna ken.

But it's you, not what you do

or... give or provide.

♪ ♪

It's you we need...

♪ ♪

...to come home.

[speaking French]

♪ ♪

I'm not who I once was, milord.

I don't know
if I can be that man again.

You can.

You will.

[warm music]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[Fergus]
I'm sorry. Never again.

♪ ♪

[baby cooing]

♪ ♪

Major MacDonald.

[McDonald]
Mr. Fraser, Mistress Fraser.

I come bearing gifts.

Your letter requesting g*ns
was well-received.

And it appears
the loyalty and readiness

of the Snowbird Cherokee

couldn't have come
at a better time.

[Claire] The Boston Tea Party.

[McDonald] Oh, so you've heard.

An inconvenience, certainly.

Imagine the King will view it

as an act
of outright aggression.

Where would you like them?

We'll, uh, store them
in the corncrib for now.

[tense music plays]

♪ ♪

What does it mean, Sassenach?

It's starting.

The storm, the w*r...

it's almost here.

[dramatic music plays]

♪ ♪