Outlander

Previously...

Thought if I stood there, saw the place with mine own eyes,

maybe I could find proof that Frank was wrong.

On that mountain, it felt like the truth.

The boy is my son!

His blood is my blood.

A letter from Ian.

Says he spoke to a lass at the brothel, a friend of Jane's.

She gave him this pamphlet.

We believe we are your grandparents.

I don't have a father!

This letter is from Francis Marion.

He'll get us the guns we need.

But if a legitimate heir were to appear...

My associates would pay said heir a significant sum.

This is for Fergus. Maybe you'll find him here.

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

Yeah.

I'm glad it isna rainin'.

He said it made his missing hand ache.

He used to tell the bairns that the rain meant

God was sneezing.

And best be sure to wipe the Lord's snot off their clothes

before they came in the house.

They loved it, of course,

running around, wiping the snot

of the Almighty on each other with glee.

He had the devil's own sense of humor.

Got that from you.

Canna take credit for that.

His pigheadedness, maybe.

I'm thinking of taking Percy Beauchamp up on his offer,

using the money from the sale of the land up north

to rebuild the print shop.

What made you change your mind?

I want to keep up the work of fighting the war, with words.

Not only for Fergus and the bairns,

though they have a passion for it,

especially Henri-Christian,

but for myself.

Because I believe in the cause.

You know, when I left Scotland, it wasn't only for love.

It was because I wanted to make my own way,

living by my own rules,

determinin' my own fate.

I wanted freedom.

That's what America wants.

Tis dangerous work.

If I'm gonna risk my life,

I want it to be for something that matters.

I admire that.

And it's wise to take the money.

If you ever need anything, you only have to ask.

What is it, lass?

It does make my heart heavy, though.

Fergus said he was worried it would harm the rebel cause.

But in truth,

he never wanted to acknowledge

that Comte St. Germain as his father.

The very thought tore at him.

Aye.

He knew the Comte to be a villain.

I'm sure he didn't want to believe that he came from

such a unscrupulous man.

You think Fergus would give a damn

about the morals of a man long dead?

Fool you are sometimes.

He never wanted to call anyone but you his father.

Thinking of himself as your son

meant everything to him.

Fergus.

Fergus Fraser was my son.

Son of my name,

of my heart.

Now...

...then, forevermore.

No piece of paper nor anything in this world

can change that.

Very well, then.

It's decided.

Off you go.

I'll have a few words with my husband alone.

You heard him.

A Fraser forevermore.

That being the case,

I'll sign the blasted contract, take the money

for the shop and the bairns.

And the bairn yet to come.

You couldn't resist leaving me with a parting gift, could you?

Could curse you for it.

But I'm so happy to have more of you.

Just a moment, we'll have these out.

Clever.

Better than the sauerkraut you set out with.

They're a little old, but they're in good shape.

Aye.

Something wrong?

I read in Frank's book that

Patrick Ferguson designed a new rifle,

a "breech-loader."

Allows a man to load both ball and powder directly,

here.

Dinna ken if Ferguson's men will have such rifles

at Kings Mountain, but if they do...

Quite the advantage.

Mm.

I know the design of the Ferguson rifle.

My father showed it to me once.

He was right to.

It's ingenious,

but difficult to replicate in quantity.

There was a simpler design the American army adopted

in the early 19th century, called a "Hall rifle."

Never ceases to amaze me,

a lassie who kens so much about firearms.

And I thank God for it.

And she has perfect aim.

Ah, she get that from you, did she?

Huh.

Oh, who knows if it's nature or nurture?

Likely a bit of both.

But there's a reason why she was nicknamed "Deadeye"

practically by the time she could walk.

Frank called you that?

Yes.

"For My Dearest Deadeye."

It was Brianna.

Dedication is for her.

He did it all for her.

Everything.

Teaching her to shoot, to ride horses,

learning about the past,

looking for me, writing the book,

knowing that one day she might try to find me.

He armed her with the knowledge of how to survive in this time.

The book isna for me or you.

Isna taunt from the future about my death.

It's a warning.

He was trying to save you for Bree,

because he knew that you would...

Continue to protect her.

Used to pray for him, you know.

- For Frank? - Aye.

I'd sent you back to him

so that you and Bree could be safe.

I needed him to protect you,

so I needed God to protect him.

Maybe this is Frank's way of praying for us.

When I found out,

he knew that you survived Culloden and hid it from me,

I was so angry.

But now, maybe...

maybe what he did was a kindness, a gift.

What do you mean?

By staying in the 20th century, I became a surgeon.

So if you do fall at Kings Mountain,

I have the medical skills to save your life.

We canna change the course of history.

Lord knows we've tried.

Maybe not the course of history exactly.

But we have changed small things,

things that may seem insignificant

in the flow of time.

You trying to say I'm another one of those

insignificant things?

Perhaps,

even if you are very significant

to certain other people, whoever they may be.

Whoever they may be.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Come in.

I have been asking after William,

and no one has seen him in town for days.

He likely went up to Mount Josiah.

I've just sent a letter to the staff there

inquiring about him.

I'm sure all is well.

It's my fault.

Drove him away.

I suspect there is more to his sudden disappearance

than that, my dear.

He and I had words.

Over what?

It was a matter of a private nature.

Let us simply say it was a...

rather difficult moment between father and son.

But I deceived him.

I lied to his face.

I fear William is a man whose personal probity and rectitude

prevents him from forgiving deception in others.

William has grown to be a man of honor and integrity.

He is also a man of compassion...

...and, I hope, forgiveness.

You have a few months yet to prepare, Fraser.

Don't waste it.

Out.

Strong hold.

Let him have it,

and turn him, right? Okay.