Outlander

- Previously... - Where is the gold?

The Silkie from the sea.

Are you sure the patrol caught sight of him here?

Yes, sir.

Thought they saw him swimming out to the islands.

Did you ever fall in love

with anyone else after I left?

No, Sassenach. I never loved anyone but you.

So good to see you.

Jenny and I, we grieved of you for years.

It's Young Ian. He's run off again.

- Have you seen him? - No.

Since when do you lie to your family?

I'm the only one teaching him the ways of the world.

Who the hell are you?

Ah!

Your uncle's been a busy man.

But inciting sedition?

Leave! Now!

Please bring Young Ian home.

I'll take the lad home to Lallybroch.

Here I was,

at the place that had been imprinted forever

in my head and on my heart.

It was home once.

It didn't appear that anything had changed,

but somehow, nothing felt the same.

Never thought I'd see ye grace my front step again.

Me neither.

When Ian said ye were still alive,

ye might have knocked me down with a feather.

I-I know it... It must be quite a shock.

But here I am.

Here ye are.

Well, you look well.

How are the children?

Grown now.

Some wi' bairns of their own.

Ye had me worried half to death.

I dinna mean to worry ye, but...

Better get inside, lad,

before your tongue gets ye in more trouble.

Jamie, why did ye not just tell me he was wi' you?

Your sister was worried sick!

Because if he had, ye'd have brought me back home.

Aye, he'd have brought ye home where ye belong.

Feeding chickens, when I could be in the city earning a wage?

So that's what ye were doing?

Earning a wage, eh?

Aye, and I was good at it too!

Fergus said so.

Said I was a natural.

I sold 20 cask of brandy

before we were forced to flee after the fire.

What fire? And why did you have to flee?

You had my son sellin' liquor and consortin' with criminals?

I told you I would look out

for the boy, and I did.

Then there was a wee fire at the print shop.

Wee?

Ye wouldna be standing here if it was wee.

There's nothing left then?

So that's why ye're home, tail dragging.

And wi' a stray.

Who's drop back into our lives after 20 years

as though nothing's changed.

Everything was fine in Edinburgh, Janet.

Then an agent of the Crown started extorting me.

Sent his ruffian after Claire.

Auntie Claire killed him. Killed him good.

Outside. Now.

And you better be where I can find you

when it's time for your thrashin'.

You killed a man in front of my boy?

He wasn't there when it happened.

I had no choice.

Th-the man attacked me.

I was defending myself.

But there's more to it than just...

Oh, well, then,

mebbe we should all gather around the fire.

I mean, if we're to listen to a tall tale.

Ye do not complain when I send you money every month,

and you know fine well it doesn't come

from printing copies o' the Psalms.

Aye, I ken how you make your money,

but that's you, brother.

You could have taught young Ian the printing trade,

not how to be a criminal.

I promise ye,

I treated him as if he was my own son.

Aye.

Then ye can punish him as yer own.

Mebbe there's another way he can make it up to ye.

Och. I hate this.

Stinks like the devil's arse.

If Ma hears yer cursin'...

No one likes a wee clype, Janet.

You're getting covered with muck.

Well, you're covered with foxtails, so there.

'Tis no fair.

Ye run away, and ye don't even get yer thrashin'.

This is a boy's task.

Matthew should be doing this.

I'd rather get a thrashin'.

You've even got muck 'round yer mouth.

Oh, it isna muck. It's whiskers.

Whiskers? You?

- Aye. - Ha!

Ye may have been right.

As were you.

I shoulda sent word,

told ye he was with me,

and I didn't.

I'm sorry.

It's only that the lad loves ye so, Jamie.

He follows ye around like a pup,

hanging on yer every word.

Henry!

Hey!

Give it back!

Henry!

Och! Ye wee devils!

That'll be your supper then.

You certainly have a full house.

Hello.

I'm Claire.

This is Angus and Anthony.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet both of you

fine young gentlemen.

Go on.

They're Maggie's.

Ye remember holding Maggie in this very room?

Of course.

You were so certain she was going to be a boy.

Strange to think she's old enough

to have children of her own now.

Eh, well, that's what happens when 20 years go by.

I heard we had visitors.

I'm James Murray.

Wee Jamie.

Well, you're certainly not so "wee" anymore.

The last time I saw you, you were barely tall enough

to see over the top of a washtub.

Claire used to live in Lallybroch

when you were about Matthew's age.

Our Jamie here is now husband to Joan

and father to Henry, Matthew, Caroline, and new wee Benjamin.

I'll away out and see my uncle then.

Och, he's wet himself.

Can I help?

Dinna want to bewilder the bairn wi' a strange face, now.

Young Ian's made enough dall for a month's supply of fuel.

The lad's paying for his crimes.

Our father woulda had ye over the gate.

Aye, but a thrashing's not the only way to teach a lesson.

Ye're an authority on raising bairns now?

No.

No, but I am an authority

on being a 16-year-old lad that lives on a farm.

Ye treat him as a child, but he's a man now.

Ye ought to give him a taste of freedom,

while he still thinks it's yours to give.

Listen to you, telling me what I should do.

Ye must ken it's a mortal sin to take another wife

while the first still walks the earth.

I would never have taken a bride

if I thought Claire was still alive.

Since ye believed her to be dead,

why didn't ye share yer grief wi' me?

I barely wanted to breathe, let alone speak of it.

I ken.

But ye must speak of it now.

I need to know what happened.

I was prepared to die on the battlefield at Culloden.

With me dead,

it would've been dangerous for Claire to stay, so...

So I arranged for her to hide at an inn.

Gave her money for safe passage to the Colonies

after things had settled down.

Later, I heard the British went through the village,

killing everyone... Man, woman, and child.

But she got away?

Aye.

She thought I'd died in battle.

So she boarded a ship to the Colonies.

I didna ken it at the time.

I sat on these very steps

watchin' this very road with Claire

when you were taken by the redcoats.

When you didna come home,

we rode together to find you.

The Claire I kent would never have stopped looking for you.

We could build a cottage,

on the western edge of the land.

We could make a life here, Claire.

Except that Jenny can barely stand the sight of me.

Yet, perhaps...

perhaps we should tell her the truth.

We say ye traveled