Outlander

Previously...

This is Mrs. MacKenzie. Your new plant inspector.

Rob Cameron.

She saw someone outside and was scared. It was the Nuckelavee.

Deliver these letters with the utmost discretion.

You're lucky I found you.

My name is Ian Murray. This is William Ransom. He's been injured.

Claire Fraser is thy aunt? We've been working closely with her.

- Suppose I'll be seeing more of you. - Suppose so.

She grabbed me and said, "In this classroom, we speak English."

- Why is it bad to speak Gaelic? - It's not.

We have to evacuate.

I think I can walk with a little support.

I'm so sorry, but it's too soon. The sutures won't hold.

British are short on food.

They dinna have supplies to wait for a surrender.

They'll need to take the fort by force.

Private, where might I find General Simon Fraser?

The brigadier? I believe he's up in the battlements,

surveying the spoils of victory.

I encountered difficulties while undertaking duties for Captain Richardson.

But I reached General Burgoyne at Fort Crown Point,

and he ordered me to report to your command.

The captain will be with us shortly, I believe.

Very good, sir. I wish I'd arrived in time to assist you in the battle for the fort.

Hardly a battle.

Not a single shot was fired. In fact, the Rebels were so eager

to rid themselves of the place, they left us their cannon as a parting gift.

But if it's a battle you're after, Lieutenant, you've no' long to wait.

Burgoyne has ordered us to garrison the fort

and then pursue the Rebels south,

meet up with General Howe's men.

Howe is in the city of New York.

If he marches north...

We plan to cut off their Northern Army, isolate New England from the colonies.

Very perceptive.

But then I'd expect no less from the son of Lord John Grey.

Eh?

Jamie, I don't think many of these people will be able to make it far on foot.

No choice. The gunfire is coming from the portage point down the lake.

We can't defend if the British have beaten us there.

It'd be safer if we make our way inland in small groups.

I'll join the troops and march towards Hubbardton.

Shouldn't be more than a day or two away.

Dinna fash, Sassenach.

If anyone's legs willna carry them, I will.

I'll have Ian go ahead and find a path.

Come now. It's time to go.

Here. Take hold of my arm, I'll steady thee.

That Indian, we can't trust him.

He's leading us into a trap to the other savages. He'll kill us all.

Calm thyself. Thee has no cause for alarm.

I won't let him take me alive. He'll skin me while I yet draw breath.

He'll do nothing of the kind.

That is Ian. I know him. He's as gentle as a lamb.

He's trying to help us.

Are you certain?

I trust him completely.

Come now.

Mrs. Raven.

Jamie.

These people need rest. We should find somewhere to camp for the night.

Aye.

Indians! We'll all be killed!

Quiet. They may not have seen us. Not yet.

Everyone off the road.

Come this way. Stay out of sight.

Stick together.

It's just as I suspected.

Redcoats, running alongside the road, pretending to be Indians.

Trying to scare us into revealing our position.

Almost worked.

You and the Hunters, take these folks deeper into the woods.

My men will stay with you. Ian and I will draw the soldiers away.

Rachel, Denzell, let's get everybody this way.

Quiet.

- Have you seen Mrs. Raven? - Not since...

We were walking together when the screaming started.

She was muttering something, not wanting them to take her.

I tried to soothe her, but Tommy started crying...

Where did you last see her?

All right, follow the others.

I was sorry to have to do it, but I hadn't a choice, really.

I've got to support the authority of my teachers,

or the whole place goes to hell.

My son only cursed because that woman damn near tore his ear off.

And for no crime greater than saying a few words in Gaelic.

Did Jeremiah tell you what it was he said?

Not in detail. No.

He called Ms. Glendenning a haggard old goat-breathed daughter of a witch.

I can imagine she wasn't impressed.

He'll have had that one from my father-in-law.

I would never have taught him that particular phrase.

Ah!

But you do have the Gaelic yourself?

Picked it up working on the fishing boats in the Minch when I was younger.

Huh. Well, I have had a wee word with Ms. Glendenning,

but I fear she herself is just a symptom of a larger problem.

And what's that?

People nowadays are eager for their children to speak good English,

get good jobs, be able to leave the Highlands.

Aye, it's a shame.

The language is our history. Our culture.

Highlanders have been fighting and dying for the right to speak Gaelic...

since before the Rising.

I couldn't agree more. You're my man.

You were a teacher once, weren't you? You're passionate about it.

I have been wanting to hold a class for exactly what you're talking about.

I have it right. You were a teacher?

Aye.

I think it's the last one, Uncle. The others fled.

We best be getting back.

Mrs. Raven?

Mrs. Raven?

Mrs. Raven.

Mrs. Raven, you have to come with me. You'll be safe back with the others.

No, I'll never be safe. They're coming.

You have to be quiet.

Oh, God.

Show yourself.

Jamie, it's me. It's Denzell.

What are you doing here? Where are the others?

Camped safely.

But Mrs. Wellman told me Claire went to look for one of her patients.

She never came back. It's been quite a while, so I came looking for her.

Soldiers' boots. Three or four of them, from this way.

Someone was dragged.

Claire.

They're heading north, towards the fort.

Sir, may I have some water?

Sir, we need water.

May I at least go to the well and fetch some for the sick?

Madam, my orders are none of the prisoners are to leave this area.

Then may I suggest that you or one of your men go get it.

Or are your orders to let your prisoners die of thirst?

Walter.

Mrs. Fraser. Just couldn't stay away, could you?

Where's Big Red? He make it out?

He did.

What on earth are you doing out here?

The British needed a hospital for their own, I suppose.

But I told them that I was to be moved with care.

Surgeon's orders.

And they obliged me.

I'm very glad to hear it.

The bandage is dry, which indicates the wound is healing nicely.

How are you feeling?

It's not my leg that's bothering me, ma'am.

It's my chest.

I can't seem to take in enough air.

Let me have a listen.

Take a long, deep breath. Slow and steady, Walter.

When did your symptoms start?

I was feeling good until a few hours ago.

What is it, Mrs. Fraser?

Could just be mucus in your lungs from the damp in the air.

Then why do you look more worried now than when we thought

the British might be firing?

I'm sorry.

It could also be an embolism.

That's where your blood starts clotting in your lungs.

It can be a complication after a surgery like your amputation.

That doesn't sound good.

It's not.

That's why I'm going to keep a close eye on you.

There'll be water here soon, and I'll try and fetch some herbs that might help.

Seeing as though I don't have much to do this afternoon,

I suppose that'll be just fine.

Enter.

Captain Richardson. Sir.

Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.

I came as soon as I heard you'd arrived.

I had begun to despair of ever seeing you again.

Apologies for my tardiness, sir.

Fate conspired to keep me in Virginia longer than intended.

Then I take it you had ample time to deliver my message.

Have you any for me in return?

Unfortunately, sir, the Great Dismal Swamp

deprived me of my horse, and with it, your correspondence.

And did you have occasion to look at the message before it was lost?

Perhaps you attempted to break the cipher and commit its contents to memory?

I did not read the message, sir, as you expressly gave me orders not to.

However,

I did learn something about its intended recipients.

And what, pray tell, is that?

I've been told that Samuel Cartwright is a Rebel.

I've since learned that Henry Carver and Joshua Harrington are as well.

How do you think wars are won, Lieutenant?