Outlander

Previously...

God willing, I'll see you soon.

I love you all.

I'm very sorry to tell you that Ben is dead.

Ben.

There was a massacre.

The Mohawk leader, Joseph Brant,

led a raid on a rebel town.

The Continentals retaliated.

Marched along the Susquehanna River.

Is that not where Shadow Lake lies, with thy former wife?

Wahionhaweh and Swiftest of Lizards...

I need to know what happened to them.

Oggy and I will come with thee.

There's a redcoat officer named Ferguson.

I know about him.

Cunningham means to attack you,

and take you to him.

Will he live?

I think so, but he might not be able to walk.

Aah!

- I didn't think you'd come. - We should talk.

Send for the devil, the devil appears.

Good morning, Captain.

I couldn't tell you what time of day it is,

but "good" it most certainly is not.

Fortunately, for you,

you've lived to see another day.

I never doubted I would.

With or without your help,

it's not my time.

What's that awful smell?

Loss of bowel and bladder control

is to be expected with your type of injury.

I need to get up.

What did you do to me?

I removed the musket ball from your back,

but it had done quite a lot of damage.

I take it you still have no sensation in your legs?

No.

I'll get some clean linen.

My Charlie.

Tell me what must be done.

Have you seen anyone in this condition before?

Yes.

It's extremely unlikely...

that you'll ever walk again.

I...

I'll never walk?

But you'll continue to have the use

of your arms and upper body.

But beyond that...

only time will tell.

It usually does.

And we rode as if there were devils at our backs.

Managed to cut the men from the 96 off

right at the border of the Ridge...

twenty or so of them.

A skirmish broke out...

nothing we couldn't handle, of course.

Was it, Mr. Cleveland?

No. I don't like to brag...

but since dead men tell no tales...

They've all been killed?

You have nothing to fear from them any longer.

Let's put it that way.

Take heart.

A bit of Loyalist blood is good for the soil.

It appears you took no pleasure whatsoever in the fight.

Well, there's sport in it.

I won't lie.

I warned you...

to make an example

out of those gunrunning sons of bitches.

Aye, you did.

We heard you caught Cunningham, brought him here.

He still alive?

For now.

Well, I hope you make the most of it.

Make a show of him.

String him up,

and no one will ever cross you again.

I have it in hand, Mr. Cleveland.

Considering how you spoke to me when last we met,

I had half a mind to sit back

and watch you dangle from the end of a rope.

But here we are.

You owe me, Mr. Fraser.

Aye.

It's your own fault.

You knew his help would come with a price.

You have my word.

Well...

what do you have to say for yourself, then, Captain?

Where are my men?

They're alive, if that's what you're wondering,

waiting on me to decide their fate.

You had your wife save me,

so that you could have the cruel pleasure

of seeing me put to death.

Is that it?

Are you going to kill me?

Not sure I can kill you.

Then you believe what I said...

that I will not go home to the Lord

for five more years?

No.

It's only, my wife won't allow me to harm you

while you're still in her care.

And how long will that be?

Perhaps you should just have your revenge now.

I'm not dead.

But I may as well be.

I'm not sure I can stand it,

knowing the day is coming,

unable to change my stars.

I've always been able-bodied...

a soldier.

I imagined perhaps...

I would be slain in battle.

Aye.

More honor in that.

But you have made your bed, Captain.

So now you must lie in it.

You will remain in my custody here

until I can determine a more appropriate fate for you.

I know this place...

this river.

Well, perhaps it is fairer to say that this place knows thee.

I can envision thee hunting, camping,

and feasting here...

with the other men.

Killed my first wolverine with a bow and arrow

just a stone's throw from here.

I was born at Shadow Lake...

born a second time, I mean.

Died a death there, too.

Thee forgot to say "married."

We'll stay here tonight.

I'll start to prepare the camp.

I know thee loved Emily.

Don't be afraid to speak of her,

especially in these circumstances.

If she's beautiful...

you may say so.

She was beautiful.

Aye.

I think of her now and then...

not often.

Why should thee not think of her?

She was the mother of thy children...

a woman who shared thy bed,

thy body...

and a good bit of thy soul, did she not?

But our souls weren't meant to be one.

I wonder if hers is...

still with us.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

My wee Oggy.

What does that mean?

It's Mohawk for "I love you."

"I'm sorry.

"I didn't mean to be here,

"but I have the strongest feeling

that here is where I'm supposed to be."

"Whom shall I send? Send me"?

Jesus Christ. What is this?

It's hard to explain.

When Francis Marion refused to help with the guns,

I felt...

so defeated.

We'd come all this way.

But when I looked around at the men, I felt...

I was overcome...

with a-with a sense of purpose,

of-of renewed conviction.

You couldn't leave them.

No, not like that...

...desperate and dying in a godforsaken place.

And I-I mean that

in the truest sense of the word.

The gunfire...

the cannons...

it reminded me of going through the stones, actually...

that fear of being torn apart,

of something pulling at you.

You feel your skull will fly to...

Don't, Roger, please.