Outlander

Previously...

You are the nephew of the widow Cameron of River Run.

Are you familiar with her estate?

I believe it's situated on the Cape Fear River.

Isn't he a handsome dog, Uncle? I named him Rollo.

Claire and I have decided to try and make a life here.

In America?

That's a fine idea.

- Where will you settle? - We don't know yet.

We thought we would work that out when we're visiting River Run.

North Carolina offers wealth and prosperity

for those willing to persevere.

There is a system of land grants.

Do consider my offer.

Mr. Bonnet, how many men have you killed?

None that were not tryin' to kill me first.

You can go.

Be wary. Travelers in these woods,

they're often set upon by thieves and outlaws.

Pleasure to see you again.

Lesley deserved a decent burial,

not a shallow grave on a riverbank.

You can't blame yourself for what happened.

Who else, then?

Did I not aid Bonnet in his escape from the noose?

I was a fool to trust him.

We both trusted him.

He played on our sympathies.

Couldna defeat him when it mattered most.

Wasna able to protect you from him.

You were outnumbered, and they were armed to the teeth.

Now, that may be the truth of it.

And now that murderous bastard's free to prey upon others,

and that's my cross to bear.

There she is, folks.

River Run.

Christ.

Uncle Jamie!

You didna tell us Great-Aunt Jocasta has a home befittin' a king.

Help us ashore, lad. Rollo, come.

When we had coin and the gemstones,

I was a man with means of providin', but...

now we're penniless.

Wouldn't be the first time.

You hadn't a shilling to your name when we were first married.

And I thought you only married me for my wealth, Sassenach.

Jocasta's family,

and we're lucky we have relatives we can turn to.

Auntie.

Jamie.

Give us a hand with these, will ya?

Welcome to River Run.

Auntie Jocasta.

Blessed Bride. Ye've grown to be a giant.

That'll be the MacKenzie blood flowing through ye.

I was no more than a bairn when last you saw me.

Had nowhere to go but up.

I recall ye had a most gorgeous heid of red hair.

How yer mother adored you.

She adored you as well.

Always spoke of you wi' love.

I miss her, still.

As do I.

Auntie, uh, may I present my wife, Claire?

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mistress Cameron.

Oh, I hope you'll call me Auntie, dear.

We are kin, after all.

Of course.

Auntie it is, then.

It is lovely to meet you, Claire.

Oh.

And this is your great-nephew, Ian Murray, Jenny's youngest son.

I'm very pleased to meet ye, Great-Aunt Jocasta.

Ye're welcome, lad.

Your great-nephew has brought a posy of flowers for you, mistress.

Oh.

Thank ye kindly, Ian. Forgive me.

It is a long time since my sight has left me,

though I still see shapes and shadows.

I'm sorry to hear it, Great-Auntie.

Oh, fear not, lad. It has been a blessing.

I am now gifted with hearing that would be the envy of many a gossip,

and the ability to scent truth from lies, if you catch my meanin'.

Oh, goodness. Who have we there?

Another acquaintance to be made?

Young Ian's mongrel, Rollo.

Take hold of yer beast, lad.

Come back, Rollo!

Do come in, my dears,

and we will show you some River Run hospitality.

Ulysses, will you lead the way to the parlor?

Yes, mistress.

The thieves stole our coin and gemstones.

Left us with little more but the clothes on our backs.

Wicked! Just wicked.

To repay your kindness in such fashion.

Bonnet and his men should be hangit.

He woulda been, were it not for me.

You sought the goodness in him, and there was none to be found.

Pray, think on it no more.

Ye're welcome to stay here as long as ye need.

I'll not be a burden to you.

No, we don't intend to stay that long.

Bless ye, dears, ye're kin.

'Twill not be a burden to have a man of such

strength and mind for business at my disposal.

Why, the good men and women of Cape Fear will be clamorin' to engage with ye,

especially once they've had the pleasure of making yer acquaintance

at a wee gatherin' I intend to hold in yer honor.

Ye're familiar wi' my business dealings.

I may not have my sight, dear, but I have been keepin' an eye on ye.

Between yer experience in Paris with Jared

and the trade ye mastered in Edinburgh,

ye're capable of whatever endeavor you take on.

'Twill not be long before your fortunes are reversed.

You flatter me, Auntie.

Ye're no' fond of flattery.

Well, 'tis my right to do so.

Who else am I to lavish my attentions upon?

Ugh.

Christ!

Oh, Ian, what happened to ye?

Rollo, he chased a creature I've never seen before.

Something akin to a badger, black, though streaked with white.

It lifted its tail and sprayed a foul liquid from its arse.

Ah! The stench, it burns my eyes!

You encountered a skunk, lad.

- A skunk? Is that venomous? - No, just malodorous.

As luck would have it, my friend John Quincy Myers is visiting.

He's a man of the wild who can rid your mongrel of the stench.

Thank you, Great-Aunt.

Ulysses, will you ask Myers to meet Ian at the front of the house, near the jetty?

Yes, mistress.

But first, Ulysses, show my nephew and his bride

to their bedchamber, where the air will be fresh.

As you wish, mistress.

After your travels, you'll desire a bit of rest, will ye no'?

Aye. Thank ye, Auntie.

- It's remarkable, Sassenach. - What is?

The similarities between Aunt Jocasta and my mother.

Same smile, same manner, their voices.

Always wished ye'd kent my mother, but having ye meet my aunt is just fine.

This will be your chamber, sir.

Mistress.

I, uh, trust all is well?

If a need arises, you may call upon me.

Thank you, Ulysses.

Sir. Mistress.

Please, call me Claire.

Mistress Claire.

What are your names?

I'm Phaedre. That's Mary.

Mistress... Claire.

- Is there anything else you'll be needing? - No, thank you.

Sassenach, you haven't had much to say since our arrival.

Claire...

As ye say,

one day, it will all be different.

Is that a wolf masquerading as a dog?

I sincerely hope he isn't partial to human flesh.

Only if ye're thickly bearded.

Well, I shall take my chances.

John Quincy Myers.

Ian Murray.

Pleased to meet you, Ian.

A dalliance with a skunk is no laughing matter, boy.

Aye.

But Mother Nature, in all her bounty and wisdom,

offers us a chance to wash the odor away,

bathing in vinegar.

Ah. Well, I'll do whatever it takes.

I dinna wish him to go on reekin' like the devil's arse.

I've been allowing my beard to grow.

Seems the men of the mountains hereabouts have hearty ones.

Ah. You've a long wait on yer hands.

But me, I take after my daddy.

My momma does admire a hairy man.

Believes them to be a rare comfort on a cold winter's night,

and she's not the only one.

The Indian ladies enjoy my hairs well enough.

Indian lassies like their men hairy?

Well, those I've come across certainly do.

It is, perhaps, naught but the novelty of my whiskers, come to think of it.

Well, their own men scarcely have bristles on their bollocks,

let alone their backsides.

But you take one look at my buttocks, and you'd think my daddy was a buffalo.

What are they like?

The Indians?

That all depends on the tribe.

Some can be friendly, some you'd do well to steer clear of.

I've heard there are Indians that will cut yer heart from yer chest

and devour it whole.