Outlander

Previously...

You're not planning to eat all of that, are you?

No.

I'm going to let it go moldy.

I'm making penicillin,

or at least I'm going to try to.

The time has come for you to fulfill your oath.

Gather your men.

I want Murtagh Fitzgibbons and his insurgents

brought to justice.

Do not disappoint me, Colonel.

Roger.

If I call up a militia,

he'll be expected to fight.

He's not ready for that.

- Captain Roger MacKenzie. - Captain?

Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

Ooh!

You executed a man without trial!

Josiah, the hunter.

Abscessed tonsils.

I can remove them.

If Claire does this for ye, lad,

you'll settle at the Ridge?

Do the hunting when I'm away?

Thank ye.

How d'ye ken what to look for?

That is a very good question...

just the sort of question you should be asking.

Well?

Well, what sort of teacher would I be

if I simply gave you all the answers?

Now, how do you think I know what to look for?

From an experiment?

From a book...

in Boston, perhaps?

They seem to have all sorts of newfangled ideas and things there.

Yes, they do.

So?

So... the mold is gray or white,

ye said.

Or...

Light blue, sometimes green.

Aye, and we're trying to avoid

dark green and black.

Those are the harmful molds.

And the more food we have, the more likely we are

to find the kind of mold that's useful as medicine.

Very good.

And soon we'll start looking at it

under a microscope.

And what then?

Well, then... the real work begins.

Jamie and I had tried in the past and failed

to stop history from happening.

What I was doing now was different.

I was literally tempting fate,

willing events to happen, bringing the future forward.

Penicillin was one of those newfangled things

I hoped would have a place in the past,

and I was daring history to try and stop me.

Damn.

Deo gratias.

Jamie.

What are you thanking the Lord for?

For the sight of you, Sassenach.

- Oh. - Hmm.

You liked Lieutenant Knox.

I did.

Even though Ethan provoked him, I...

I didna think he'd act so vengefully, so recklessly.

You can't feel responsible for the choices others make.

You made yours by freeing those men,

and hopefully it'll make a difference.

That's what I fear.

It willna.

Those men told me they have an army now.

I saw it with my own eyes.

They're not afraid to face death.

Right now... Murtagh's safe,

and you're home.

I've missed you.

Everyone will be so happy to have you back.

I doubt our tenants would share your sentiments,

at least not those who swore an oath to me.

I, uh...

I must gather a militia,

as many men as I can muster,

return to Hillsborough with all due speed.

To fight?

I hope not.

Knox sent word, asked Tryon for reinforcements.

If I can gather enough men...

A show of force to prevent war.

Whatever happens with the Regulators,

there isn't anything written about it, as far as I know.

So it can't amount to much.

Well, the man Knox killed might disagree with the historians

about what it amounts to.

I'm coming with you.

Uh...

if there is a war with the Regulators...

Then you'll need a physician.

You know, Murtagh, Knox, Tryon,

they've all made their choices.

And I've made mine.

You need my help.

I always have.

And I always will.

Grand-pére!

Germain.

Yer friend Thomas is here.

Take this and share it wi' him.

- Dinna tell yer ma. - Oh.

I saw Ronnie at the still.

He said you were gathering the militia.

Aye.

I'm glad ye're here.

Perhaps ye could deliver a advertisement

to the printer in Woolam's Creek.

Let me fetch a pen and some paper.

Commencez.

"Colonel James Fraser,

"in command of a militia company

"for Rowan County,

"raised against the Regulators,

"to all good and able men

"between the age of 16 and 60."

"I'll be passing through the county"

"commencing on the 21st of this month"

"to recruit men."

- So soon? - Aye.

Have them print a dozen broadsheets.

We'll post them out to the settlements hereabouts.

I sent Roger Mac to tell the men o' the Ridge

we'll be leaving in a week.

Ye'll be back in time to join us.

We'll be taking yer whisky wi' us,

share it wi' the men who enlist.

It's the finest I've tasted since leaving Scotland.

I'm grateful, milord.

As am I. Go now.

And hurry home.

We'll gather more men along the way,

stop in Brownsville first.

- Aye, Colonel. - Aye, Colonel.

I'm hoping ye willna need use of it.

Milord.

A letter for you has arrived from...

Ah, I, uh... I ken who sent it.

Thank ye, lad.

Thank you, Mistress Bug.

And where's Mr. Trouble?

You behave yourself while we're away.

Have a safe journey.

Keep up your studies.

You may have to sew up a wound at some point.

So keep practicing your stitching.

Mm-hmm.

Remember?

Pig flesh is a good substitute for human tissue.

Exactly.

And I've left you some drawings

of penicillium mold.

So look in the microscope like I showed you.

- I will. - Hmm.

Bree, will you help Marsali with her reading?

Of course.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll write from Hillsborough

if it looks like we have to stay long.

Bye, Mama. Take care of yourself.

Reminds me of the time I was

saying good-bye to your father on the station platform

when I was going off to war.

Mama, this is not gonna be a war.

I love you.

I love you.

I feel like Scarlett O'Hara,

all the men leaving the plantations.

You should be honored.

Jamie left you in charge of the place.

What does that even mean?

Welcome to my world, where no amount of studying

can prepare you for what's to come.

Well, I guess that applies to life in any time.

Oh, there we are.

There's that pioneering spirit we're looking for.

Push, lads! Push!

One, two, three.

Push!

Well done, lads.

Ronnie, take Evan and fetch more wood for the fire.

Looks to be a cold night.

Aye, Colonel.

There's, uh, something I must tell you, Sassenach.

I, uh... couldna tell ye at the wedding.

Then I left wi' Knox, and...

I wanted to be certain.

Stephen Bonnet is alive.