Outlander

Previously...

Ye quite well, John?

I have had carnal knowledge of your wife.

I'll no' say I dinna mind this, because I do.

But nothing in this world

can take you from me or me from you.

But General Rolàn!

I promise, I shall keep him here with me

for as long as I wear this uniform.

He passed overnight.

By the next morning, he'd already been buried.

Thank Christ.

-Monsieur Beauchamp. -He's my stepbrother.

Or was.

Do you know a British captain named Richardson?

He's sending your son to a gang of Hessians.

Why are you helping me?

She had a dream about you.

When your hair is like snow,

you will have wisdom beyond time.

War is coming to the backcountry.

There'll be a battle in about a year's time

at a place called Kings Mountain.

And that James Fraser dies in it.

Benjamin Cleveland.

There's a Tory on your land named Cunningham.

Cleveland- then you are the James Fraser in the book.

Mrs. Abbott had a comb like this,

but she never let us touch it.

Fanny, would you like to have it?

Have it?

Yes, to bring home.

To have all for yourself.

Mrs. MacKenzie, I have your post.

You think about it while I go get the post.

That's very pretty.

Yes, sir.

Though it looks a bit out of place in these parts.

As do you.

You're a pretty one too.

How would you like to keep me company on my travels?

I shouldn't like that at all.

Oh, come now.

You seem like quite the adventuress.

And you are a toad-faced foot licker.

Fanny?

Were those men bothering you?

They're officers.

How can you tell?

The way they carry themselves.

Things they said to me, the officers at--

at the brothel

used to speak in the same manner,

thinking they can do as they please,

have anyone they want.

Let me go have a word with them.

No. Let's just go.

Please.

This one's for you.

It's from your former husband.

What does he want with you?

Actually, he wants Brianna.

Apparently, he's in Savannah, and William's with him.

He's invited her to come and paint a portrait

of his nephew's wife and son.

Well, I'll go see if she would like to go.

No, you won't.

Would you care to rephrase that?

No.

This doesn't involve you.

I dinna mean to be involved.

I dinna mean for you to be involved with John Grey at all,

but, uh, it's a wee bit late for that.

You know what happened. You know why it happened.

I-I-I do ken what happened.

He laid you down on the floor, spread your legs,

and swived ye.

You think I ever hear that man's name

and no' think of it? Gonadh air a chlachan!

I thought we were done with that.

Did I once tell you I'm a jealous man?

You did, and I--

And did I tell you I begrudged every hour

you spent in another man's bed?

-You did. - I meant it.

I still mean it.

But you'll do as you damn please.

God knows you always do.

But don't pretend ye dinna ken what I feel about it.

You can't avoid John forever.

If William's involved with him, then so are you.

Damn William.

Pigheaded Scot.

What has William done?

William hasn't done anything.

Then why is Mr. Fraser so angry?

He's Scottish, which means he's stubborn.

But it doesn't have anything to do with William.

You probably shouldn't have told him.

Told him what?

I know what "swived" means.

Men don't like to share a woman.

I really like you and Mr. Fraser.

You've been good to me.

It's a shame I'll have to go.

Why on Earth would you have to go?

William asked Mr. Fraser to take care of me.

If he's angry at William,

he won't want to do what William asked.

And then I'll have to go back to Mrs. Abbott.

I'll have to work.

You'll never have to go back there.

We took you in because we wanted you.

No, you didn't.

William made Mr. Fraser take me.

Speaking as someone who knows both of them rather well,

I can assure you no one could make either of them

do anything against his will.

Mr. Fraser promised to keep you safe.

He keeps his word, and so do I.

Ben's not dead.

That's why his body is not in his grave.

It seems far more likely that Ben

is buried in a grave with that other man's name on it.

Whoever buried them might simply have muddled the bodies.

Or Ben escaped, and they buried another person

in his grave to hide the fact.

Why would anyone go to the trouble?

To cover up the embarrassment of having lost

a prominent prisoner of high rank.

I made a few further inquiries, but...

unfortunately, no one I spoke with had any more information.

Likely because it doesn't exist.

I had a tin soldier Ben gave me when we were boys.

General Rolàn.

I gave it back to him when he went to war.

It wasn't among his belongings.

And you think that Ben is alive

because he didn't have this tin soldier that you gave him?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

Uh, you've had a- a difficult few months William,

-and I think perhaps... -It's not about that.

You are looking for a sense of purpose.

No, th-there is something amiss here.

I know it.

You haven't mentioned any of this to Lady Grey, have you?

Of course not.

Not unless I find something substantial to tell her.

While I do not purport to give any credence to your theory,

if Ben escaped, as you assert,

then, he likely would have gotten word to his commander.

Hmm?

Well, as luck would have it, Major General Leslie

is newly assigned to the Southern Campaign,

and General Prévost is holding a luncheon in his honor.

I could procure an invitation for you if you wish.

You are simply trying to get me back out into society.

Well, how fortuitous, then, that an opportunity

should arise in which we both get what we want.

So John wants me to paint a portrait.

Hmm.

Hey, why is he writing to you and not Da?

Well, because your father and Lord John had a falling out.

They're currently not on speaking terms.

Whoa.

What sort of falling out?

When I thought Jamie was dead, I married him.

What?

Well, I was about to be arrested

as a spy for the Continental Army, and, well,

John thought the only way to stop that from happening

was if I was married to a British officer.

Oh.