Outlander

Previously...

You are not allowed to die. I can't be without you.

Neither can your new grandchild.

- Who are you? - My name's Wendigo Donner.

I need gemstones. I need to get home.

I have gemstones.

I don't want to hurt anybody.

I just needed a gemstone to get back to my own time.

And the gold, Mr. Fraser?

King Louis never sent gold to the Stuarts.

All I found was an empty box save for one jewel.

I saved it thinking it might be useful.

He is the ninth Earl of Ellesmere. He doesna ken I'm his father, never will.

If the truth were ever found out, his life would be ruined.

- News of our death. - We die in a fire?

Please stand before we go outside to lay

Malva's body and that of her baby boy to rest.

They're dead because of you. And yet, you still get to live your happy little lives.

What do we learn from the dead, if not the lessons of life?

What had Tom Christie taught me,

since he surely was gone by now?

His sacrifice reminded me that we should make an effort to truly live.

To count our lives in thoughts, feelings,

breaths and heartbeats.

Not the number of days, months or years.

Because tomorrow is not promised.

Mr. Christie.

I looked for you after I came back from Wilmington.

I was told you'd left the Ridge.

I've been staying in the woods

so I can be near her.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Both your sister and your father.

My loss.

I know you loved your sister very much.

Your father, he loved you both.

Not as I loved her.

I loved her with all my heart,

from the time she was born and she was given to me to hold.

There were no other,

for either of us.

Father was gone to prison.

And mother...

Ah, mother.

I know about your mother.

Your father told me.

Did he?

Did he tell you that my aunt took me and Malva to her execution?

No.

We stayed with Auntie Darla after that.

The old besom barely fed us.

It was me

who looked after Malva.

She was perfect.

So perfect.

Her skin was so fresh

and soft.

Her wee privates

like a flower bud.

She was mine.

She was mine!

The old man never knew, never guessed what we were to each other.

You killed her.

It wasn't her fault, none of it.

But then I found out that she lay with Ian.

And then again with that filthy Henderson. And I beat her for it.

But she cried out that she'd had to...

...because she was with child.

Yours.

She said she'd had to marry,

and the reason for the husband to think that the child was his,

whoever she wed.

And I said I wouldn't have it.

So you put her up to saying it was Jamie's.

It'd explain the child, see.

That way she wouldn't have to marry anyone.

I thought your husband would give her money and tell her to go away.

And then I could go away with her.

But why did you kill her then?

She said she couldn't go through with it.

She said she couldn't bear to hurt you,

so, no matter what I said, she kept saying that she loved you.

And she'd tell the truth.

I followed her to your house

and I stopped her in the gardens and I tried to change her mind,

but I couldn't.

We're leaving today.

You, me, and our child.

Allan, please, it isn't right. I've changed my mind.

But I love you.

I don't love you.

You shouldn't have loved anyone but me!

- No. No! - No!

- Give it back! - I won't let you do it.

You can't kill yourself.

Your father sacrificed himself for me,

and for you, whether you deserved it or not.

Leave, Allan, and never come back.

I cannot live.

- I cannot... -

He's right, Auntie.

He can't.

All this time, I thought maybe the bairn was mine.

But it was his. Still,

it deserved to live.

Sweet Malva.

I failed her,

Tom...

now Allan.

The whole family gone.

The terrible waste of it all.

- -

I knew the Devil had his hands on Allan Christie

the first time I laid eyes on him.

Proved himself a liar and a thief,

and God only knows what else.

I don't know what he did, but I do know both of you well enough.

He must have deserved it.

Now,

best we hurry before someone else comes along.

Boring part is definitely over now.

One more push, darling. That's it.

- -

Oh, she's beautiful.

She?

My wee granddaughter.

She looks like you.

Does she?

Oh.

Hello there.

Little Otto.

What do you think? Is she a Marjorie? After your mother?

I think her name's Amanda. It's Latin.

"She who is loved."

Hm?

Yeah.

"Born to Captain Roger MacKenzie

"of Fraser's Ridge

"and his lady, Mistress Brianna MacKenzie,

"a girl.

"Mother and child are in good health.

"The child's name given as

Amanda Claire Hope MacKenzie."

I suppose that makes it official then.

I do like the way it looks in print.

- Well done, cousin. - Thanks.

How thoughtful of Fergus to publish a notice.

Our little Mandy, already famous.

And Amy McCallum sent over this quilt she made for her.

That's lovely.

Speaking of our famous daughter, where is she?

Oh, with her grandda.

What do you think?

A fine bay, he is. Same as Grannie's horse.

- And he's all yours, a leannan. -

Foals can stand and walk as soon as they're born.

And gallop a day after.

It'll take you a wee bit longer to run through these fields,

but someday, you'll ride him.

Grandda will teach you.

And you will be a braw equestrian.

What do we think of all this then?

That's Grannie's microscope.

Yes. And all her herbs and medicines.

And one day, she's going to teach you all about them.

Yes. And if you'd like,

you can become a surgeon just like her.

- -

Yeah.

One second, darling.

Yes.

- -

Just lie still for Grannie.

One second.

Oh, bloody hell.