Outlander

Previously...

We've lost so much.

Nothing is guaranteed.

I keep thinking about Lallybroch.

You want to go back to Scotland?

May I present my son?

William Ransom.

We must sever all connection between us.

I shall remain your most humble friend.

I wish I could've seen it in its heyday.

We found the Nuckelavee, Da.

And you're related!

I swore to myself

I would never face my son across the barrel of a gun.

Rob Cameron.

Yeah, I know who you are.

He did it.

Rob took Jem through the stones.

I'm going after him.

I want to help.

I will find him, Bree.

I'll bring him home.

Will you watch over Rollo for me?

Of course I will,

because it means thee will return.

We're getting our wish, Sassenach.

We're going to Scotland.

Dear Bree, your mother, Ian, and I

have now accomplished what was asked of us

and have brought Simon Fraser back to his brother, Hugh,

and to his eternal resting place.

His body came home to Scotland

so that his soul could go home to the Lord,

but I hadna thought how my own soul might feel

out on the wild moorland wi' bagpipes playing.

I stood on my native soil,

felt the wind's keen embrace,

thought I saw the heavens darken.

It seemed to me that a storm was coming...

and not one of this Earth, but one of my own making,

and one I knew I must face

as we made onwards to Lallybroch.

I realize now that places hold tight

to the things that happen in them,

and to come again to a place you've once lived

is to be brought face-to-face with what you've done there

and who you've been.

I pray that all is well with you

and take solace in the fact that

whatever storms you may face,

you have Roger and the bairns by your side.

I'm dead.

Are there beetles in heaven?

Of course there are.

God loves all creatures,

even the creepy crawlies.

But splitting headaches?

I think not.

Christ. Are you hurt?

My... chest.

Jesus.

Ye're not having a bloody heart attack, are ye?

How would I know?

What happens if ye die out of your time?

D'ye disappear as if ye never were?

Maybe ye explode into tiny bits,

but I don't intend to find out.

Just keep breathing.

It's passing, I think.

- Aye? - Aye.

Aye.

It worked, then.

It's different, is it not?

Aye.

See? No road.

No car. No Brianna.

So don't die on me now, you bugger.

If Buck dies, would I exist?

Would Jemmy exist?

That way's Inverness, then.

If Cameron means to take Jerimiah to America,

that's where he'd look for a ship.

If we separate, we'll cover more ground.

Jemmy knows this place.

I brought him here to make sure

he'd never run across the stones unawares.

So he knows how to get home from here,

to Lallybroch.

If he got away from Cameron--

and God, I hope he did--

he'd run for home.

Aye.

I'll go to Inverness, then,

and send word to Lallybroch in a few days' time.

We'll find him.

Thanks, Buck.

Ian.

Ma.

Oh, God, Ian.

My wee lad.

Oh...

Say what ye will, sister.

Ye've got every right.

Jenny.

Jamie.

Michael?

Ye're not in France, then?

I didna think I'd find you here.

Didna expect to find you here, either,

all the way from the New World.

You've brought yer wife, I hope?

No.

My Lillie was...

she was gravely ill with influenza.

She died two weeks ago.

I would have come sooner.

Well, thank the Lord ye've both come in time.

Where's Da?

Because they find

they keep faith both better and stronger.

It was there I met...

They've come, Ian.

Your youngest son's come home.

Da.

Dinna fash.

It's still me.

Ian.

Good to see you, a charaid.

Jamie...

...a bhràthair.

Ian.

Uncle Jamie, Auntie Claire,

my wee brother.

I'm so pleased ye've come.

How long has he been like this?

He's a warrior, Ian, like his father.

Ye ken when he had a cough

after he came back from the Tolbooth?

After we had all that debt after Culloden,

years ago.

The cough never left.

It's worsened over the last few months.

Have some water.

Consumption.

- You should have written. - We did.

A long while ago.

Maybe we'd already left the Ridge

before yer letter arrived.

Look...

I could be dead tomorrow or not for a year.

If anyone fancies a wager, I'm betting three months.

How will ye collect the winnings, ye old fool?

The Laird's chamber hasna been in use.

Ian doesn't much like the stairs.

I'll prepare it for ye.

I'm so sorry, Jamie.

I saw this disease many times in the '30s and '40s.

I feel...

how you told me you felt

when ye came through the stones.

As if your world was still there,

but it's not the world ye had.

This is my home, and yet...

Home is where the heart is,

but it's also the place where it can be broken.

Aye.

These walls have witnessed all our family's woes.

And countless blessings.

The first time we ever said "I love you" was in this room.

Some things dinna change.

I'll do what I can.

We just have to try and make Ian

as comfortable as we can.

Make sure he's surrounded by love

in his final days.

Aye.

Uncle Ian, tell us all about the Indians.

What did Indian lasses wear, dresses or breeches?

How'd you get those marks on yer face?

Hush now.

Ye'd talk the hind legs off a donkey.

Leave your uncle in peace.

Away wi' the lot o' ye.

Manners.

I dinna think ye've gotten out of it yet, lad.

They'll be back soon enough.

They'll be disappointed.

I havena lived with the Mohawk in some years.