Outlander

Previously...

You found your penicillin.

No woman speaks to me like that.

What have you done?

Don't!

Roger, you spoke.

Whether ye're there to hear

or even if my voice isn't able,

I'll always sing for you.

My husband's whiskey venture...

Well, it's barely breaking even.

But a partner with the right connections...

Mr. Bonnet will be personally meeting Mr. Alexander Malcolm,

purveyor of the finest whiskey in the Carolinas.

Your men left because you betrayed their trust.

I made you a captain without time to prepare you

or teach you what the word meant.

He doesn't have any faith in me.

Well, the heartbeat sounds strong.

And baby's in a perfect position.

Any day now.

You know, after two,

you could probably deliver this baby all by yourself.

Maybe.

It does make me feel better that ye'll be here.

Not so much as my physician, but to share it with me...

as a...

As my ma.

Time is marked and measured in different ways.

The colors of our lives were changing.

The vibrant greens of summer faded

beneath the ever-varied canvas of sky,

replaced by the russet tones of autumn,

brown hues of harvest,

and blue-violet shades of indigo dye.

Dada.

Shit.

What? What is it?

Oh, something stung me.

Mm, nasty sting you got there.

Want me to blow on it?

Ye are a sadist.

You must get it from your father.

Shit.

Hmm.

What's this new word?

Must have got that from his father.

Breakfast?

Mm, yes, please.

Eggs, please.

And then I think Jemmy

should go and see Lizzie after breakfast.

- Mm. - Bree!

Roger Mac, ye there?

- Mm. - Where else would we be?

Coming!

Move yourselves.

No.

- Come in. - No time to be lazin' about.

Josiah's seen signs of game west of the...

Ridge.

Uh, meat is meat, see us through the winter.

Could do with a good marksman.

Um, I'm supposed to be helping dye the cloth today,

and I have been really looking forward to it.

Roger will go with you.

If ye're willing, Roger Mac,

I need able-bodied men, and...

able-bodied ye are.

I'll wait outside.

There.

Yeah, very good, lad.

'Tis no elk.

They have very tall antlers.

How will it be, Colonel?

Well, the wind's blowing from the west.

We'll make our way down to the bottom of the slope

so they willna catch our scent.

Spread out.

Roger Mac and I will come from behind and drive them toward ye.

We'll take what we can.

Bring the horses. Do what ye must.

We'll meet back at the Ridge at the end of the day.

Very good.

I'm no great tracker,

but I've stepped in enough of these

to know a cow pat when I see one.

I hope we're not hunting cows.

I'll be damned.

Only three cows on the Ridge. It's not one of them.

It's still warm.

Oh, my God.

Go. I must reload.

Ah!

A snake.

Wee bugger bit me on the leg.

Come and sit down. Let's have a look.

Where is it?

I think it's venomous.

I'll have to cut it, drain the poison

by sucking it out.

Wait.

Claire does this

before she sets herself to cut someone.

All right, go on, then.

Again. Quick, for God's sake.

Aah!

Enough!

Ye'll drain me dry.

I've made more of a mess than the snake did.

Oh, there's no sign of anyone.

Can ye walk?

Go find the others.

'Tis a good day for dyeing.

I hope you mean the cloth, Lizzie.

- It sounds so ominous. - Aye.

Did you always know you wanted to be a doctor?

No.

Never really allowed myself to dream of such a career.

It wasn't easily available to women when I was your age.

And then being a nurse,

that was about as much as I could have hoped for.

You seemed pretty single-minded about it later on, though.

Well, I had to be determined.

No one was going to open the door for me.

But if you're lucky enough

to know what it is that you're meant to be...

What if you don't know?

Or if you do know, but you just can't do it?

Well, for most people...

life as they find it is often the life they lead.

Now, is this about Roger...

or you?

Both.

We talked about maybe teaching here at the Ridge.

It just made me think

about how I can't apply my calling here.

Oh, sometimes it's doctor, healer, a witch...

But I'm not afraid of what they call me,

'cause that's what I was born to be

and will be till I die.

Uh, if I were to lose you...

or Jamie, I would never be quite whole.

But I would always have that left.

You're an engineer, Bree.

And whatever it is they call that here...

you just have to find a way to be that.

And what about Da? Does he know what he is?

Oh, he knows.

A laird? Is that what you call him?

Is he content with that?

A laird, a husband, father...

Those are no small things to be.

Be patient.

If going back to our time isn't a possibility,

Roger will find his purpose...

And so will you.

They're back.

- How did you do? - No luck.

Nothing at all?

We followed a small herd of buffalo,

but they moved off more quickly than we thought they might.

Did Uncle Jamie manage to find anything on his way back?

No, they haven't returned yet.

We thought they were with you.

How far did you go?

To the other side of the Ridge, near the boundary of your land.

We got separated in the hunt.

We said we'd meet here come dusk.

Maybe milord decided to make camp.

Fair is fair.

No sign of the men, then?

No.

But perhaps they'll see the smoke from our fire.

How are ye?

Well.

Well enough.

Are ye sure?

I have pins and needles in my fingers,

and my lips are numb.

Is it usual, d'ye ken?

Have you been drinking too much whiskey?

No, I thought I might need that more later.

And what would they do in yer time for a snakebite?

They'd inject you with something called antivenom.