Outlander

Previously...

You're to be congratulated.

Your son is now the proud owner of River Run.

I can procure you whatever you wish.

I know an Irish seafaring gentlemen

who does business in Wilmington.

My husband's whiskey venture...

Mr. Bonnet doesn't do business with people he doesn't know.

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

You must kill Stephen Bonnet.

I don't know if I can take another man's life.

A plan has been put in motion

to find and kill Stephen Bonnet.

Bonnet could have the right to take Jemmy away from us.

He attacked me.

Well, people of this time see

the child as proof that you were a willing participant.

I could have been brave. I could have fought.

I hate myself for what happened.

- You couldn't have stopped it. - I could have tried harder.

It took courage not to fight.

If ye did, he would have killed ye.

The time has come to approach the magistrate

with our request.

Obviously, your occupation...

makes matters a-a-a bit more difficult.

A gentleman has no occupation.

Precisely, and that is why, as your lawyer,

I advise you to be more discreet with your dealings.

You have allies among the wealthy.

You've been exonerated for your crimes.

But for now, I recommend that you lie low.

I'd like to lay low under my regular mare there.

People might turn a-a blind eye

to smuggling tobacco or whiskey,

but there have been rumblings that you're trading commodities

of a female nature.

My business is none of their business.

Do you want custody of your son or not, Mr. Bonnet?

I've made allies due to those very dealings, Mr. Forbes.

They owe their wealth and influence in part to me,

as do you.

So I suggest you start to behave more as my lawyer

and less as my priest.

Oh, you have a priest?

I need you to consult with the magistrate.

When will we have his signature, sir?

I've provided him with the names of the witnesses

from the tavern,

and I've confirmed that they will attest

to the circumstances on said evening.

We should have a signature by the end of the week,

and young Jeremiah will be with his father.

Huh.

From your lips to God's ears, Mr. Forbes.

If we might discuss the matter of my compensation.

I'm no fortune teller...

but once I claim my son, I foresee an unlucky accident

for Jocasta Innes and her new bridegroom.

Such a shame, them being married for so short a time.

How she chose that old buffoon I'll never know.

And she humiliated me during my courtship with her niece.

When River Run's mine...

you'll get your money.

The agreed upon 20%.

We'll have a dram on the front porch

in celebration.

I look forward to it.

In the meantime,

Mistress Innes has asked to see me.

I'm intending to sail up on the Sally Ann

to Cross Creek tomorrow.

Not a word of this to anyone.

Confidentiality is my livelihood.

I have a really bad feeling about this.

I want Bonnet out of our lives for good...

and nowhere near you or our son.

Getting rid of Bonnet is for the greater good.

Yes.

Though I still don't trust Philip Wylie...

even though he stands to make a lot of money from this deal.

I think he'll keep his word.

But what if he doesn't?

Well, if he doesn't, I'll likely be dead.

So if ye could find the time,

I'll appreciate it if ye'll make him suffer for it.

Ah, here comes our go-between now...

Mr. Alexander Malcolm.

Glad you could join us.

Well, Uncle, is this what ye had in mind?

Even better.

What about my markings?

I'll help you find some clay to cover them up.

Though we don't have to fool them for very long.

We must get to Wylie's Landing before the parley.

We'll leave at dawn.

If we've no' return to Wilmington in two days,

go back to the Ridge.

If you don't return, we're coming to find you.

I thought ye might say that.

Dinna fash.

Bonnet's only a man.

And nothing more.

It is rather small, isn't it?

Well, sometimes the smallest things in life

are the most useful.

What use do you have for it?

Well, it will be an instrument, uh, for a physician.

It will hold medicinal liquid.

But it has a hole on both sides.

It's not finished yet.

The smith is going to make something for the bottom

and a needle to put in the top.

It's a syringe.

Ah, I've heard of those,

usually a tube fitted with a piston.

Aren't syringes made of brass?

Well, usually, yes.

But I prefer when they're made of glass.

It's easier to sterilize...

Clean...

to use before you heal.

Well, I did blow a glass tube for a thermometer last spring.

I suppose a glass tube is a glass tube.

Come back again in a few days' time.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Well, that's one down.

Let's hope the smith doesn't think

we're practicing witchcraft asking for a hollow needle.

No kidding.

When was the hypodermic needle invented, again?

Not for a while yet.

I really need one.

You've seen your father.

He has a knack for almost getting himself killed

every time he gets out of bed.

I swear that man is like a cat. Got nine lives, if not more.

What if he doesn't come alone?

I'm sure he won't.

He'll bring his sailors wi' him.

What do ye ken about them from yer voyage?

They sail with him like they eat scorpion fish,

only when they're hungry and have no other options.

His sailors follow his commands out of fear, not love.

So long as we take care not to give them reason to think we're a threat,

I don't think they'll be much trouble

about Bonnet's fate.

Hmm. Except they'll be in need of new employment.

Keep yer wits about ye.

This is our one chance.

There may not be another.

So we've got the kelp for the iodine.

And what else are we looking for?

Well, certain shells...

I can grind them down to use their calcium...

And maybe some sponges to use in surgery.

I can do shells.

- I'll save some for Jem. - Hmm.

Maybe I'll make him a mobile, might make him sleep better.

When he comes, I want to be the one to kill him.

Now ye're telling me.

You said it yourself... He's just a man.

I ken what I said.

I know what you're thinking.

I've never killed a man or fought in battle.

I'm no marksman and only a half-decent swordsman,

but he's mine.

I will take him.

Brianna's yer daughter, but she's my wife.

So...

don't hesitate.

Dinna challenge him. Kill him the moment you have the chance.

If you fall, Roger Mac, know I will avenge ye.

And if you fall, I will avenge you.

A bargain, is it?

A rare bargain indeed.

Wait. Is that what I think it is?

Wow.

We didn't often get to see sights like that in our time.

There's so much here that's unspoiled.

There's so many of them now.

And to think by the end of the 19th century,

whalers had all but wiped them out.

I can see why Melville was inspired to write about them.