Outlander

Previously... I've come home.

Turn in my own brother?

Canna let ye risk yer lives for me any longer.

Have ye not seen the inside of enough prisons for one lifetime?

Tell him ye heard from me.

He'll now know once and for all you have no allegiance

to Red Jamie.

John Grey is my brother.

He owed you a debt of honour.

Can't even shoot the bastard.

If ye believe yer wife to be a witch,

then who am I to contradict ye?

It's another vision.

Madame Blanche, the white lady.

We'll raise the child as our own, with a father.

A living, breathing man.

Where'd she get the red hair?

Claire, when I'm with you, I'm with you,

but you're with him.

I threw myself into my new role as best I could,

but there was still something missing.

I knew eventually I would need to do something more.

Is that what I think it is?

It is.

A full English breakfast.

- Black pudding? - Ah, fingers off.

Mmm. And bread fried in bacon fat?

- Of course. - What's the occasion?

Well, Brianna came home from school the other day

and asked for Eggo toaster waffles,

so I've decided she needs more Englishness in her life.

And your plan is what? Are you going to feed

the Americanness out of her?

Well, it's either that

or I replace her beloved Dr. Seuss with Dickens.

- Mm. - Brianna, breakfast is ready.

Oh, that's delicious. I've missed that.

Good. Perhaps I'm onto something.

You know, I don't have class tonight,

and I've read about as much as I can about gallbladders.

Maybe we could go see a film later.

Joe said "The Searchers" is fantastic.

- Um... - Or, you know,

if you're not in the mood for a western,

we could go see "Carousel."

No, that sounds... that sounds lovely.

I've seen them both.

Oh, both, really?

Yes.

Oh, um...

- Uh, we... - No, no, I'm... I'm sorry.

- We agreed we were free to... - No, of course.

I'm... I'm being discreet, Claire.

Yes, you are. Thank you.

- There she is. - For you.

Oh. Oh, that's wonderful, darling.

Really lovely.

Is it always so gloomy?

Chin up, My Lord.

The drink here is fine compensation.

I left you a list of booze-merchants.

Paperwork's the worst of the duty.

After that there's not a great deal to do, really,

save to hunt for grouse

and Frenchman's Gold.

The fortune in bullion that Louis of France

sent to Charles Stuart?

They say the Highland army

hid it somewhere on the moor.

I was captivated by it my first year,

determined to find it.

But after a few years I finally yielded to my better senses.

However, the man that does deliver a treasure such as that

to London

would certainly have the attention of the Crown.

I understand the prisoners to be mostly Jacobite Highlanders.

Yes, and docile as sheep.

No heart in them after Culloden.

God, I'll be glad to get back to civilization.

Not much in the way of local society, I gather?

My dear fellow.

"Society" will consist solely

of conversation with your officers...

and one prisoner.

A prisoner?

You'll not have heard of Red Jamie Fraser?

Of course. The man was notorious during the Rising.

Well, we have him.

He's the only Jacobite officer here

and the only man we keep chained.

Lasted as a fugitive for six years after Culloden.

Prisoners treat him as their chief.

They call him Mac Dubh.

I don't know what it means, a sign of respect of some sort.

If matters arise, he acts as their spokesman.

Guards are all afraid of him.

Those that fought at Prestonpans say he's the Devil himself.

Poor Devil now.

You'll need Fraser's good will and cooperation.

I had him take supper with me once a week.

You might try a similar arrangement.

I'll not dine with that...

prisoner.

As you wish.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Good luck, Major.

Have ye seen ye're new governor yet?

I had a look at him in the yard.

We havena spoken.

Well, better the Devil ye ken, than the Devil ye don't.

Mac Dubh, am I wrong?

No, Hayes, ye're no' wrong.

I canna say if ye're right yet.

For you, Mac Dubh.

So ye've seen the new governor, then?

Is that what the neep-heids were blathering about?

Aye. I've seen him.

Seems familiar.

I canna place him.

Name is Grey.

Matters not.

All the mollies look alike.

Take God's own eye to tell one from another.

They say the same about us.

They could tell well enough

if they allowed us to wear our tartans.

Best tuck that away.

Ye know the punishment for having it.

Aye.

So ye took no measure of the man?

He's gey young.

Looks scarce more than a bairn.

Carries himself well.

Shoulders square...

and a ramrod up his arse.

The ramrod is standard issue in the British army.

Ye've been bitten again.

Aye.

The rats are growing uncommon bold.

This'll help with the festering.

And la grippe as well.

Och, not more of yer damn thistles.

Do ye think me a pig?

Stubborn as one.

It's only milk thistle.

Take the heads off,

mash the leaves, stems.

I learnt the trick from...

a lass...

who knew a fair amount

about healing.

The prisoner, sir, as commanded.

James Fraser.

Aye.

I am Major John William Grey,

the governor of this prison.

I believe you and Colonel Quarry had an understanding.

We did.

I would like to continue that.

You acting as spokesman for the prisoners.

Fine.

Where would you like your supper served, sir?

In here, prisoner, if you please.

Damn my eyes! It's after my supper.

Has the prison got a cat?

There're cats in the storerooms.

Well, fetch one up here at once.

Are there many rats in the cells?

Great many.

They sometimes scurry across my chest

whilst I'm sleeping, sir.

If you will, MacKay, please ensure that each prison cell

is provided with its own cat.

Something the matter, MacKay?

With respect, sir,

I dinna think the men would care to have a cat

takin' all their rats.

Surely, the prisoners don't eat them?

Only when they're lucky enough to catch one.

God knows what you did to be sent here,

but for your own sake,

I hope you deserved it.

Will that be all then, sir?

Yes.

For now.

Mama,

hold your diploma up a bit higher.

Three, two, one, cheese.

Very good. All right, who's next, maestro?

Just you and Mommy now.

Okay. Me and Mommy.

Mm, all right, all right.

Darling, shouldn't you be leaving for Fontaine's?

I don't want you to miss your reservation.

- There's plenty of time. - Really?

It's for seven.

You're coming with us, aren't you, Daddy?

Uh, I wish I could, my angel,

but, um, I have some work I need to finish.

If you're not going, I'm not going.