Outlander

Previously...

You have a sister.

Wouldn't you rather she hear your words than mine?

How could you possibly know that song?

My mother taught it to me.

Contact this Claudel fellow

and encourage him to meet with me.

I have a favor to ask of you, my stepbrother.

Have you heard of a man by the name of

le Comte St. Germain?

You are his son.

If you are truly his heir,

then you can use what he has left you for good.

Monsieur Beauchamp told me that I'm the son of a great man,

I'm already the son of a great man.

Didna bother to put a note on it this time.

This letter is from Francis Marion.

He'll get us the guns we need.

What about your wife?

It was her idea I pretend I was dead.

Ye ken the book written by her other father?

Frank Randall?

There's mention of a battle

in the backcountry at a place called King's Mountain.

Who will hold her once you're gone?

In the autumn of 1779,

King's Mountain presented a serene vista,

reminiscent of Scotland's Culloden Moor

before its historic bloodshed.

Yet, as history would record,

this tranquility was merely the calm

before a storm of iron and fire.

Major Patrick Ferguson and his Loyalist militia

established their stronghold at the summit,

commanding the high ground with strategic superiority.

Below, Sevier, Cleveland, Fraser,

and their Overmountain troops gathered,

their resolve as firm as the earth beneath their feet.

The initial ascent was perilous,

with many a rebel picked off

as they clawed their way up the mountainside.

The battle was swift and fierce.

Like penned ducks,

290 Loyalist militiamen,

including Ferguson himself, were slain.

The Rebels suffered minimal losses.

Only twenty-eight fell.

Including me.

I thought if I stood there...

saw the place with mine own eyes,

then maybe I could find proof that Frank was wrong.

But every detail...

high ground...

steep approach...

the way the fighting will unfold...

everything he wrote makes sense.

I thought maybe he was tormenting me,

because I left him

or that maybe he wrote the book

to torment you for taking me from him.

What if it's neither?

Aye.

Because there...

on that mountain...

...it felt like the truth.

Come over here, boys.

The pressman inks the letters.

Yeah.

We place the paper in the frisket...

fold it over the frame.

Then we bring this down.

Bop.

Pull the lever...

et voilà, we'll have a printed page.

Is there anything better?

- May I try? - Of course.

I made this just for you.

What is it?

I don't want to disappoint you, Papa.

I'm... different.

You could never disappoint me.

And there is no shame in being different.

You may be small, but you're capable of great things.

Now...

pull the devil's tail.

Yah!

Well done.

Germain.

Alors...

Oh...

...magnifique.

No smudges, eh?

You're a natural.

"Fergus Fraser and Sons."

This will be yours one day, mes fils.

La plume est notre épée.

"The pen is our sword."

And we can never lay it down.

Aye?

William!

We were becoming quite anxious without any word from you.

I found Ben.

What do you mean?

His grave?

He's definitely not in a grave.

But you've known that all along.

He's risen to the rank of general-

General Rafe Bleeker.

Did you know that?

No.

Though it doesn't surprise me.

He claims it was at your behest...

that he feigned his death.

I- I couldn't dissuade him from joining the rebellion.

I- I pleaded with him, begged him!

But you Greys...

once your minds are set, nothing else matters.

Nothing.

Nobody.

I wouldn't say that.

We have our convictions.

Ben held his deeply.

He cared for you.

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

It was only by impressing upon him the horrors

of betrayal for Trevor,

having-having a traitor for a father,

that he-that he finally consented to disappear quietly,

rather than igniting public scandal!

I wanted a coward, William...

a man who would avoid conflict and peril.

And you thought that might be me?

At first.

Uncle John had mentioned you'd resigned your commission.

But it wasn't long before I saw the truth of you...

what you truly are.

Your-your face, what happened?

What do you think happened?

He did that?

I must inform Papa and Uncle Hal.

They must learn of Ben's survival, his alias.

Perhaps they needn't know that you knew of it.

- They'll hang him. - No, they won't.

Yes, they will.

I've heard the officers at their gatherings...

eager for the news for Washington and his commanders.

You still love him?

- You agreed to marry me. - Nothing has to change.

We-we still can.

Um, William...

you've returned.

Excellent.

Although looking a little worse for wear.

Hal is en route from London.

Parliament is eager for news

regarding the success of our military endeavors.

It's a blessing that Amaranthus and Trevor are here,

a silver lining in the terrible news we must deliver.

Papa...

Ben is alive.

Now a military leader among the Patriots,

under an assumed name.

My God, are you certain?

I saw him with my own eyes at the Continental camp.

I suppose we must, um...

thank the Lord for the small mercies.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Oh, you've had quite the shock.

Come, sit.

We'll fetch some tea and, uh, something to eat.

You'll feel better with something in your stomach.

I dreaded telling my brother that his son was dead,

but this is...

I know, um...

but, Uncle John, there...

there's something I should tell you.

There's no need to speak any further.

Rest now.

We've all been shaken by these revelations.

No.

It's important for Uncle John to hear this.

Very well.

Never mind the tea.

I'll fetch the brandy.

Fergus said Beauchamp was a popinjay.

His story was so incredulous that even if it was a novel,

no self-respecting publisher would even touch it.

But still, heir to Comte St. Germain?

Oh.

Two, please.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Fergus doesna want anything to do with any of it.

Doesna mean to be a pawn for someone else's interests.

Thinks it might be a ploy to harm the Patriot cause.

I mean, if the French do take the Old Northwest...

Well, Lord John did say Percy is a slippery fellow.

Two onions, please.

Oh, but imagine inheriting a fortune like that.

Thank you.