Outlander

Previously...

I mean, you don't intend to live your life

in order to please other people's expectations.

May I call you by your Christian name?

Why, yes.

It's Elspeth.

And I'm Claire.

All I'm asking is that you contact this Claudel fellow

and encourage him to meet with me.

I'll consider it.

Ye think Frank is torturing you?

I just don't know what's real or not anymore.

Rob Cameron.

He read my guide for time travel by accident.

No one on the Ridge kens of this gold's existence.

Canna let them find out.

Daddy's book warns of a battle coming to the backcountry.

We're gonna need a lot more than just a few hunting rifles,

and Savannah is the place to get them.

Lord John Grey included a letter of safe passage

with his invitation.

You're raising a Loyalist militia on my land.

I am.

You are sorely mistaken

if you think I will allow it!

I've reconsidered your plan to get guns to arm the Ridge.

It'll still be dangerous, but Randall's book says

the battle to end the siege of Savannah

will be on the ninth of October.

Continentals will fail.

The battle will be bloody, but...

it willna reach the center of the city.

So if you wait out the fighting there,

you should be safe enough, as will Fergus, Marsali.

And the children can stay here with us, of course.

Take this to Lieutenant Colonel Francis Marion.

The book says he'll be with the Continental Army

in Savannah.

He has a great deal of experience with militias.

Might be keen to arm men from the backcountry.

So we're starting our own militia?

Oh, it's that, or we join Benjamin Cleveland

and his Overmountain Men.

I'll be damned if I'll report back to that murdering bastard.

You'd think it'd at least have the decency to shine,

like in a film.

Um, what about bandits?

Do you want to make it into musket balls

- like you did the last time? - No.

There's no time.

But I do have an idea.

What is that abominable smell?

It's a wee gift from Jamie and Claire.

It's sauerkraut.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

Magnifique!

The whiskey, eh? Not the stench.

It was Da's idea. Perfect hiding place.

Mm, thank you.

Gold?

It's for muskets. Jamie's forming a militia.

And there's an officer in the Continental camp,

Francis Marion

who's been known to arm backcountry patriots.

We thought it best to leave this minor detail

out of our letter to you.

I don't imagine you intend to traipse into an army camp

with a king's ransom in bullion?

No.

I don't want to invite any trouble,

nor do I expect Marion will have crates

of guns just lying around the camp

that he can readily part with.

Arrangements will have to be made.

- So we were hoping you could... - Aye.

Course you can leave the gold wi' us.

Fergus has got plenty of hiding places.

I wouldn't be surprised if you found the crown jewels.

- It shouldn't be for long. - It's no trouble.

Now, can we please seal these barrels tightly

until I can find some Germans who will eat this?

Let us secrete the gold and drink to our reunion.

It's been too long since I've tasted

Milord's divine elixir.

To be safe,

do you think you should leave for the camp now?

Oh, dinna fash.

There's plenty of time to find Marion

and be back before the battle.

A wee dram will speed me on my way.

Cunningham wasn't exaggerating.

I was collecting rents,

trying to ascertain the loyalties of the settlers

without arousing suspicion.

Most of the families here are loyal to the Crown,

and those who aren't would be reluctant

to join a militia that oppose it.

I canna try to recruit them

without risking it getting back to Cunningham.

Surely the Ardsmuir men will fight when it comes to it.

Ah, of course.

And a few others, but it willna be enough.

I'll need to recruit men from further afield.

I leave today with Ian and Josiah.

They ken the outposts

that have cropped up while we were away.

Well, you can't keep Cunningham waiting forever.

I mean, he's going to realize

that you've no intention of joining him.

Wouldn't it be simpler to just evict him and be done with it?

If I evict him or even kill him,

someone will replace him or come to avenge him.

No, it's better if I have him close

so I can keep an eye on him.

Ah.

He told me his commander

is Major Patrick Ferguson.

Frank wrote of the man.

He's the one that formed the Loyalist militia

that fight at Kings Mountain.

I still am not sure of Frank's motives

in writing that book.

Aye, but what he wrote... it's happening before our eyes.

I met Cleveland,

and now Cunningham speaks of Major Ferguson.

Well, that's not proof that you fight.

He could be lying.

The book says that Major Ferguson is vicious,

ruthless on the battlefield and off,

burning the homes of Rebels without warning,

forcing their allegiance.

I'm not certain I will fight, Claire,

but if Cunningham is forming a militia,

we need to be ready, regardless of the book.

To muskets, liberty, and sauerkraut, mes amis.

Slainte.

Mmm.

Strange for a minister and his wife

to smuggle guns, no?

That was Brianna's idea, actually.

The last people anyone would ever suspect.

And once we get back to the Ridge,

well, our family has a doctor, a soldier, a minister.

Thought we needed an armorer.

Ah, there's me thinking you came all this way

to visit us and paint a wee picture for Lord John.

It happens I recently received a letter from His Lordship.

He suggested I meet with one of his associates...

Percival Beauchamp.

Are either of you familiar with this man?

- No. - Mm-mm.

He claims to have information

that will be of great interest to me.

But Lord John says he can be a slippery fellow.

I must make up my own mind

whether what he says is trustworthy.

You know, our mother's maiden name was Beauchamp?

I mean, obviously, the English pronounce it "bee-cham,"

but that's quite a coincidence.

Merde. Merde!

Cowards!

Merde.

Are you two all right?

I'm-I'm fine. Are you?

Yeah, they didna bother to put a note on it this time.

"This time?"

What, this has happened before?

Aye, we've had some horrible threatening letters.

Filth. Bag full of dead rats.

Another with a serpent.

The bastard escaped.

Wait. What is going on?

These days, when people dinna like the news,

they tend to blame the printer.

Has someone discovered you're Patriots?

Jamie mentioned you'd been printing for the cause.

The culprit is as likely to be a Patriot as not.

While, privately, we print pamphlets for the Rebels,

publicly, we take a more impartial approach.

Yeah, in trying to not anger one side,

you end up angering both sides.

Just the life of a news printer in these troubled times.

Ye have any weapons?

Aye, but, uh...

just the one rifle twixt the three of us.

That willna do, not in war...

...nor hunting,

I wouldna think, but it doesna matter.

I'm expecting a shipment shortly.

When the time comes, you'll each have your own

musket and shot.

We'll ride with you, Mr. Fraser.

Excellent.

Josiah will take down your names.

- What's your surname? - Miller.

Uncle.

What is it, lad?

Maybe it's nothing.

I've recruited three more men.

There's this Scottish fellow over yonder.