Outlander

- Mrs. Bug? - I dinna ken it was you.

When you've something worth taking,

you'll see me again.

My brother wished to lend his support to the army.

I suppose I'll be seein' more of ye.

I suppose so.

I was gonna take Bobby to the pictures tomorrow night.

I don't know if Jemmy would like to join us?

Jemmy is gone!

That bad man took him.

Simon Fraser's one of Burgoyne's brigadiers.

Simon Fraser?

A second cousin.

I canna fault you your courage.

You'll be needing it if ye're to stay and fight,

if that's what you really want.

Get up.

You're a different man now.

Come back to me.

And if you don't, I'll come looking for you.

I got his hat, Mum. I'm keepin' it.

He's still alive, Mum.

Cut his throat, the treasoner.

Or I will choke him to death, I swear.

You can have your pick of the others.

My pick? Do you think I'm a--

I've got mouths to feed. I'm takin' this one.

"This one" is my husband.

Hold her off, Mum.

- I'll take care of him. - Don't!

I will kill you.

Just fucking try me!

That tickles, Sassenach.

Lie still.

There's blood on your shirt. I'm checking for wounds.

I think it's from your hand.

Think yer right.

What took ye so long?

Been looking for you all night, if you must know.

What happened anyway?

Why are you asking me? How should I know?

You went and got yourself butchered

like a sodding hog.

Trying to be a hero again is what it looks like.

No, what happened in the battle, I mean.

I ken what happened to me, roughly.

Why did you enter the fray?

You're a rifleman.

You're supposed to be fighting from a distance,

not hand-to-hand bloody--

Oh, you vainglorious, pigheaded, grandstanding Scot.

"Grandstanding"?

Yes. You could have been killed.

Thought I was,

when the dragoon came down on me wi' his sword.

I scairt his horse,

and it reared up, got me in the head and...

Stop trying to change the subject.

Is not the subject I'm not killed?

The subject is your stupid hero complex.

You think I have nothing better to do

than to trot around after you, sticking pieces back on?

Here.

We were supposed to be in Scotland.

I'm sorry.

I know you couldn't say no, but you scared me, Jamie.

For now, mo nighean donn,

I thank you for my life.

Ah, ye've the tongue of a venomous shrew, Sassenach.

Ye're a bonnie wee swordsman.

Ian?

Came back unharmed.

At least he came back.

You must have caught it near the hilt.

Otherwise it would have split your hand in two.

Shame I didn't have a targe.

This'll have to do for now.

You won't die. I promise.

But I do have other patients that might.

Who won?

British are claiming they did.

But only because they held the field

and we retreated back to the camp.

That's only because night fell, or so I'm told.

Sensible plan.

Reports are they suffered

nearly twice the casualties we did.

Just because William was at Ticonderoga

doesn't mean he's here.

The garrison's a fort. He might have stayed.

Aye.

I ken.

Go to yer patients, Claire. I'll--I'll sleep if I can.

In all my life, I have lost four patients on my table.

And now in one day,

that number has increased tenfold.

Thee has done this before, thee said.

How does thee go on?

By knowing that without me,

the number would be even greater.

Think of those that you've saved.

That number has increased today as well.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps I should have chosen a more peaceable profession.

All this violence is difficult for a man like me.

A human being?

I-I meant a Quaker.

Forgive me, Claire.

- For what? - For...

presuming that this is harder for me than for thee.

How is Rachel coping?

She is a great help to me.

And she bears it remarkably well.

But the suffering of others cannot help but take its toll.

Can it be worth it, all this death?

I-I do not doubt our cause, but I--

I've asked myself that question many times.

And I've not always been confident of the answer...

but, yes...

I believe it will be.

Excuse me, I...

must go tend to my husband.

Of course.

Feel better, Colonel.

Hmm.

Will you have to cut anything off?

I'll allow it, if you do.

Oh, you will, will you?

Mm.

Laudanum.

Sip it and drink every drop.

It's all I have left.

Whatever happens, I'll try my best

to leave you with a working hand,

no infection

and, once it heals,

no pain.

You're not sipping.

It'll make me sick.

It'll help mask the pain.

Gives me terrible dreams.

Well, as long as you're not twitching

like Rollo dreaming of chasing rabbits,

I think we'll be all right.

- I did tell you to sip it. - Hmm.

Now, let's leave that for a minute

while we wait for the laudanum to take effect.

Who was your visitor earlier?

A colonel--Johnson.

Micah Johnson, his name was.

I saw him leave. What did he want?

Well, it seems when I'd--

and a few others of Morgan's company, mind--

when we entered the fray, we broke the British charge.

Scattered 'em, it seems.

And Johnson's company was behind us in the fight.

If the charge had gone through,

he'd have surely lost the company, he said.

So you saved them.

Not me alone.

That's 50 men in a company.

And not all of them would've been killed, of course.

No, not all of them.

Eh, it's like the Bible.

That bit where the--Abraham bargains with the Lord

for the cities of the plain.

"Wilt Thou not destroy the city

for the sake of 50 just men?"

And did He...

spare the city for the sake of 50 just men?

Aye. And Abraham kens...

he won't find 50,

so he argues the Lord down from 50 to 40

and then 30 and 20...

and ten.

Ten good men...

...would be worth a finger, Sassenach.

Hmm. Or five.

Or...

...even one.

You bloody man.

I knew you'd make me cry.

Sweet dreams, my love.

You may chase those rabbits now.

He did it.

Rob took Jem through the stones.

We found this.

Oh, my God.