Outlander

Previously...

We've come to arrest her

for the murder of Malva Christie.

Let them both be taken, if you will.

I will travel with them.

Hang her!

This isn't justice!

I want to spend my time with you and Jemmy,

just the three of us.

Well, the four of us.

Really?

- Jamie! - Claire!

Where are you taking Jamie?

That's none of your concern.

What if I want to make the preaching official?

I heard there's a Presbytery in Edenton.

We'll start packing tomorrow and leave as soon as we can.

Your husband is alive.

Trust in God.

He will deliver the righteous out of danger.

You think I'm righteous?

I will not leave town.

Uncle Jamie?

Uncle Jamie?

I canna let my darkest fears cripple me.

Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,

I gave ye my spirit till our life shall be done.

And that's why I ken ye're alive still.

I'd feel it if you were gone.

You live.

I ken it in my bones, and I will find you.

Horses are watered, Uncle Jamie.

John Quincy and the Cherokee are away back to the Ridge

to see that all is well, just as ye asked.

And ye're right.

We'll attract less attention in town this way.

Uncle Jamie?

Let's go get my wife.

Sorry. I-I didn't mean to disturb you.

Think nothing of it.

Did he give you money?

Yes, a bit.

Well, call the old bizzom

and send for some Holland, why don't you?

Who?

Mrs. Tolliver?

Mrs. Tolliver!

Really, Mrs. Ferguson,

you are the most dreadful nuisance.

I was just coming to pay my respects

to Mrs. Fraser in any case.

Mrs. Fraser, I am Mrs. Tolliver.

- Mrs. Tolliver. - I'm to see to your welfare

and acquaint you with our custom.

You will receive one meal each day,

unless you wish to send to the ordinary for more,

at your own expense.

I will bring a basin for washing once a day,

and you will carry your own slops.

Stuff your custom, Maisie. She has some money.

Fetch us a bottle of Geneva. There's a good girl.

Then if you must, you can tell her what's what.

A shilling, then.

You've missed supper, but as you've just come,

I'll make an allowance and bring you something.

Thank you. I'm famished.

None for me, thanks.

Just the gin.

Please, could you get a word to my family?

That I cannot do. I'm sorry.

Fraser, she said.

You aren't the, uh...

murderess?

I don't want to talk about it.

As you like.

Welcome to your new home, then.

Used to be a slaughterhouse, they say.

Seems about right.

It's grand here, it is.

Sit, sit.

You must be bone tired.

I'm Sadie, by the bye.

- Claire. - You, uh...

any good at cards, Claire?

Know a game called Brag?

Let me guess.

You're in here for cheating at cards.

Cheat?

Sadie Ferguson?

Not a bit of it.

Forgery.

All right then, but not for money.

Hmm.

We'll play for beans then, shall we?

How long have you been in here?

A month, almost.

29 days, by last count.

You haven't had a trial yet?

No, praise God.

Hasn't been anybody tried in the last two months.

Maisie says the court's shut down,

all the justices gone into hiding.

So here too, then?

Well, I wouldn't be in a hurry, dearie.

If they've not tried you, they can't hang you.

- I am innocent. - 'Course you are.

You stick to it.

Don't let 'em bully-whack you into admitting

the least little thing.

I won't.

But I don't want to languish here in jail either.

If the courts aren't open now...

One who should worry about hanging's the sheriff.

What I hear, a mob's liable to come here

and string him up if he don't look sharp.

There's unrest in the streets,

if you hadn't noticed.

The rebels have made it hell

for any loyal subject.

What ails you, Mistress?

I could not tell her what it was.

Could not say that I knew

just how long this war would last,

that the courts would likely remain closed

for years to come,

and we would languish here without rescue.

It feels like I'm throwing you to the wolves.

I think they're more commonly known as wives.

Same difference.

Are you gonna be okay with Reverend McMillan?

Surely I can handle ministering to a few soldiers.

I'm a veteran myself now, sort of.

And I'm tough.

I had my wayward youth.

Smoking, drinking beer.

Wow.

Stealing sweeties from the post office.

Quite the wee criminal for a while.

The terror of Inverness.

Son of a preacher man.

Still, I think Reverend McMillan wants

to test my mettle,

make sure I'm not too focused

on the lofty, intellectual parts of my studies.

What is it?

There's something written all over your face.

What do you even say to a preacher?

"Break a leg" doesn't seem right.

"God luck"?

Good day to you both.

Thank you, Mistress MacKenzie,

for your willingness to assist with the almsgiving,

especially since you'll only be with us for a few weeks.

Of course.

Are you ready, Mr. MacKenzie?

The soldiers we'll encounter today

are mustering to go north.

Now, it's not for us to judge

which side they have chosen to fight for,

but know that they'll be in need of much prayer

and supplication.

Good day, young one.

Could we offer you some comfort

through the word of God?

The future Reverend MacKenzie was at the Battle of Alamance.

Doin' what, exactly?

Carryin' the white flag of surrender?

Bible verse ain't gonna help us.

Knowin' how to wield a knife, use our fists, maybe.

There's nothin' in your holy book about that.

What advice can these devil-dodgers give us, eh?

"Float like a butterfly.

Sting like a bee."

And God will surely go with thee.

Ali.

What did you just say?

Muhammad Ali.

You're a traveler, aren't you, like me?

You gotta help me.

Who are you?

Wendigo Donner.

You were one of Lionel Brown's men.

Claire Fraser told me...

I didn't do nothing to her, okay?

I swear.

I was gonna help her get away.

Didn't she tell you?

Why would I hurt her?