Outlander

Previously...

We will unite the clans,

and I will lead you all to glory.

Charles has landed in Scotland,

and he's gathering his army.

What will ye do, brother?

Whatever I can to save Lallybroch,

Scotland, and everything that we hold dear.

I need you to bring the men to Kingussie.

As ye say.

I'll meet you there in two weeks.

Colum, is Dougal with ye?

'Twas best for the clan

that my brother remain at his own estate.

To save our clans, our country,

we must band together.

Let's just go to Prince Charles

with the men from Lallybroch.

I canna go to the prince a failure.

It's our duty to stand up for our country, Father.

I will fight, even if you will not.

Don't sit there gaping at me. Go see to your men!

I don't understand.

What will you say about your son fighting for the Jacobites?

He's his own man,

and that will protect me if the British should win.

We left Beaufort Castle 100 strong

and traveled towards Crieff to join forces

with Murtagh and the Lallybroch Frasers.

But our numbers dwindled along the way.

Many who resented being ordered by Lord Lovat

from their families and farms deserted our ranks.

We'd sent Young Simon to persuade them to return

with the promise of land when the war was over.

It gave them something to fight for,

to die for.

If it went according to plan, all would meet up in Perth

to join the prince's army.

Murtagh.

Pardon me if I forego the wee jig

that I had planned in honor of your arrival.

I woulda been gey pleased to foot it out five days ago.

Aye, aye.

It took us longer than foreseen coming through Corrieyairack.

Made me long for the days of raiding cattle.

I didna think ye could talk

that old bastard out of a loaf a bread, let alone men.

Not much to look at, are they?

Apparently Lovat's kept his best men back at Beauly.

So you two have your work cut out for you.

We need to keep a watch.

30-odd tried to desert near Kingussie.

Wee Simon's gone to bring them back into the fold.

Oh, the Younger's with us?

Aye, but no with his father's blessing.

Lord Lovat remains neutral.

Ah, that's the weasel I ken well.

- Wee drink to warm you up. - Thank you.

Aye.

Milady! Milord!

- Ah. - Ah.

- Oh. - Fergus, laddie...

ye look fit.

Murtagh's been looking after you well, then?

No, no, no, no, no, no. It's been horrible.

He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.

Hey, I'm just tryna educate the lad on the finer points

on traveling in the Highlands.

All right, children.

I'll have a word with the ladies...

try and get them to make as many bannocks as possible today.

Aye.

Mistress Claire...

I washed my mouth out with whiskey,

in preparation for a big buss from you, eh?

Angus! Oh!

Good to see some things haven't changed.

- Mwah. - Aw.

It's been ower long, Claire.

Oh. Whoo!

Indeed it has, Rupert.

Hey.

Well, where's Willie?

Something happened?

- Tell them. - The lad...

He went and got himself married...

To an Irish lass.

Sailed off to America with the bride's family.

We'll no mention that traitorous bastard's name again.

You know, marriage could do you all some good.

Have ye no welcome for yer beloved uncle?

Dougal! Ah.

Aye.

- You look well, lad... - Aye.

Despite the misfortunes ye've suffered.

Never felt more fit.

Ah, and the Lady Broch Tuarach...

a vision of true loveliness.

Well, it wouldn't be Scotland without you, Dougal.

Colum change his mind, then?

Is the Clan MacKenzie to join the cause?

Colum's mind is his own. It's no concern of mine.

We are here to pledge our hearts

and swords to the glorious cause.

What, just the three of you?

Well, ya didna question the lads' strength in numbers

when they stormed Wentworth Prison,

in the very teeth of over 200 redcoats.

- It was 400, actually. - More likely 500.

Oh, lad...

when I heard you joined the Jacobite cause,

I was so proud.

It was as if my own son was taking his first steps as a man.

Now, I know that you and I have had our differences in the past,

but I have been waiting for the day

when we would fight together on the same side.

It is our time.

For glory...

for Scotland.

Then I welcome yer heart.

- Aye. - And yer sword.

All of you... Sorely needed.

You can aid me in training the other men.

Aye, it should be a simple enough matter.

They've showed their worth just by joining.

Their hearts are larger and stronger than ten redcoats.

Maybe so, but they're no ready for combat as they stand.

Have plenty of time to teach that on the march.

Well, they dinna march.

They walk, they stroll, they caper about,

but they dinna march.

They'll need to learn

before they join the prince's army.

They're still just cotters,

tacksmen, smiths.

Most havena even held a weapon, let alone used one in a fight.

Now, this is good ground to train upon.

So...

I've decided to stay here for a time.

Yer mind's set, then?

Aye.

'Tis.

Good to see you looking so braw, Dougal.

All right.

We'll make a fine group of Highland soldiers.

No time to waste.

James Fraser taught me these drills himself.

And believe me,

I am going to teach them to you,

and you are going to learn them.

Now, form lines...

two.

When you hear this...

Two lines,

one directly next to the other.

Here.

Put yer toes there. Line.

Get in line. Get in line!

Kincaid, move yer arse.

Do ye think the enemy's gonna fouter away

waiting for ye to gather?

And when do we get proper weapons, huh?

First, you learn where to stand.

Then you'll learn how to move.

And if you can manage the particulars of that,

we'll put a sword in your hand and teach ye to kill redcoats.

But until then, form up!

What are you laughing at, bastard?

When you hear this...

You will face left.

Face left.

Yer own left! What is the matter with you?

Have ye got shite in your ears?

Attention!

Pay attention to me.

File left.

Quick, march.

Ya, wee Fergus, get the ball!

Okay, Fergus, show us what you got.

- Oh! Oh, oh! - Oh...

Kincaid, ye swing like a big lass

and not a very bonnie one.

Coming for you, corporal.

All right.

- Give that a swing. - There you go.

Right, yeah, yeah. You just want to knock it out of the park.

- All right? - Okay.

Mine!

Fergus. Fergus.

No need to get riled, Mistress Claire.

We were just playing.

I asked you to get water for Milord, did I not?

- Yes, but I was just... - I don't care.

Just come with me.

Keep your distance.

Remember, these are well-trained,

disciplined soldiers.

Come here, come here.

Scottish broadsword.

Ye aim for the shoulders