Outlander

Ripped By mstoll

No. No.

Jamie! - (SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Wake up!

Enough, damn it.

Come on, you lazy dog!

Has my knock grown so feeble,

or have yer marriage duties

- made ye sluggish? - (DOOR CLOSING)

Mistress.

There must be good reason for this visit.

Aye, lad, there is.

The Duke of Sandringham has arrived to take counsel with the laird.

He's taken up residence in Merlewood House.

This is my chance, then.

Hell, the Duke has always been partial to me.

Some would say too much so.

I'm not about to offer up my hindquarters.

But His Grace wields a fair amount of power in court,

and if so inclined, he could lift the price on my head.

Aye, it's worth the asking.

Though he's not a man to grant a favor lightly.

It's not a favor I'm asking.

I'm an innocent man seeking justice.

Justice, from the Duke of Sandringham?

The name's familiar to ye?

I've heard it before.

Jamie, if I tell you something, do you promise not to ask how I know?

I told ye I'd never ask you for anything ye dinna wish to tell me.

Yes, I promise.

The Duke, you mustn't trust him.

You mean his fondness for other men? I ken all about that.

He visited here when I was 16 or so.

Very attentive to me he was, but that's as far as it went.

I wasn't aware. That's not it.

The Duke is a close ally of Black Jack Randall.

Did Randall tell ye that?

- You promised. - I made no such pledge.

We'll both be respecting yer wishes on that account.

A friend of Jack Randall's can be no friend of yours.

Perhaps, before you approach the Duke,

it might be worth having a word with Ned Gowan.

Get his advice in light of this information.

Aye.

I'll talk to the lawyer.

But, Claire,

ye must realize what this means.

This is my first real opportunity to gain a pardon.

I can finally return home to Lallybroch.

Take my rightful place as laird of Broch Tuarach.

And you can be my lady.

We'd be happy there, I know we would.

As do I.

Look, laddie, as it stands now, ye're wanted for murder.

Ye can deny this from now till Judgment Day,

but it's yer word against Captain Randall.

And even with the Duke's backing,

I fear that there is no way that a British judge

will take yer word over that of one of His Majesty's officers.

Even if my words speak the truth?

Truth or lies have very little to do with the law.

Hmm.

Then there's nothing to be done.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't be so quick to surrender yer position.

You tell me the Duke has close ties to Black Jack?

Well, if that's true, we may be able to prove to the Duke

that friendship with such a villain is more dangerous than it's worth.

If ye have something on yer mind, Ned Gowan, then speak it.

I can draw up a petition of complaint,

accusing Randall of crimes against the Scottish people,

yer wife included,

and of transgressing His Majesty's laws.

If you can convince the Duke of Sandringham

to deliver that document

to the Lord President of the Court of Session,

that could lead to a court martial for Black Jack.

Or at the very least, a reassignment far from Scottish soil.

Court martial? Reassignment?

Can they not just hang the bastard?

Sweating out the rest of his military career in some West Indies hellhole

would be a far greater punishment.

With Randall in disgrace, I believe I can take Jamie's case to court

and win him a general pardon.

I just feel like a complete...

Here, let me help ye put it on.

It's so lovely. I hate to dirty it.

Claire, do you see

what my darling granddaughter here has stitched for me?

Is it not the most beautiful thing ye ever laid eyes on?

Mrs. Fitz, would you mind giving us a few moments?

Laoghaire and I have something to discuss.

Aye.

Well, I can see by your face it's a serious matter.

Can I be of some help?

No, thank you. This is between Laoghaire and myself.

All right, then.

I'll be just outside if ye need me.

Come on, girls.

Shoo.Shoo.

If ye have something to say, say it. I have chores to tend to.

Look familiar?

Why should it?

Because you placed it under my bed.

What cause would I have to do such a thing?

Look, I know you have deep feelings for Jamie,

and that when tender regard is denied, it can be very hurtful,

especially in one so young as yourself.

I even understand why your jealousy would be directed at me,

even though I never conspired to take Jamie from you.

The truth is he was never yours to begin with.

That's a lie.

Jamie Fraser was and is mine.

And you did us both a wrong past bearing when you stole him away.

You're mistaken, child.

My poor Jamie, trapped in a loveless marriage,

forced to share his bed with a cold English bitch.

He must have to get himself swine drunk every night

before he can stand to plow your field.

I shouldn't have done that.

Sorry.

Aye, I did put that ill-wish 'neath yer bed

in the hope it would make Jamie hate ye as much as I do.

He belongs with me, and one day, it will be so.

Well, I hope the price you paid wasn't too dear,

because that will never happen.

Ye're wrong.

Ye're wrong about Jamie just as ye're wrong about yer friend Geillis.

It was she who sold me the ill-wish.

That surprises ye, doesn't it?

Good.

Just stay away from me and my husband.

If you're looking for my wife, she's not here.

Wench never is when I need her.

Raw turnips never agree with me. I could use some of my wife's tonic.

Oh! Stuff and nonsense!

My sweet lamb, where are you?

Here, fennel should give him some temporary relief.

Damn it all, Jeanie, bring me my chamber pot.

Go on, on you go!

- I should be going. - By Christ's heaven, you should!

- It be a full moon tonight. - (ARTHUR GROANS)

Seek Mistress Duncan in the woods,

north of the foothills in the hours before dawn.

Jeanie!

The chamber pot, damn you!

Release.

Goddess...

Earth Mother.

Open the gates.

I praise thee.

Rise from the fires.

You can come out now, Claire.

I thought I heard a rustling in the bushes.

But then again, I always like to imagine someone's watching me.

You could have joined me, you know.

But you English are a prudish people.

It's really quite nice, in spite of the chill.

Yes, you looked like you were enjoying yourself just fine.

'Twas the icy wind whispering over my nipples.

Makes them harden like acorns.

So I can see.

And you're pregnant.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It's been my own special secret for months now.

Not even Arthur knows.

You must be joking, surely.

How's that possible?

I don't recall him ever seeing my unclothed body.

Certainly not in daylight. (CHUCKLES)

I thought you two weren't having intimate relations.

We're not.

I have a lover.

Anyone I know?

Aye.

Well, must I guess?

It's Dougal MacKenzie.

I know what ye're thinking.

I'm married to another man.

A child would certainly be awkward.

The bairn won't be born for months yet.

Plenty of time for the summoning to prove fruitful.

Is that what I witnessed?

A summoning, what, of some pagan spirit?

Mother Nature, of course,

to ask for our freedom, Dougal's and mine.

Claire, I must ask ye to keep my secrets.

Not tell anyone.

Not just about the child, about what you saw tonight.

I understand.

I knew ye would.