Outlander

Previously. ..

Well, you can't just kidnap me like this.

You may be our only chance. I must take it.

They've taken Claire!

Captain Leonard has promised to deliver her safely to us

- in Jamaica. - Someone on this ship

had recognized Jamie.

I know who you are, mistress.

They have your husband on warrants

for murder and high treason.

- Murder? - Guess what we found

in a cask of crème de menthe?

I do not relish the task, but I am duty bound to

to report your husband's crimes to

the authorities in Jamaica.

You have my blessing.

You can be married in Jamaica.

My husband, he's going to be in trouble.

I think they're going to try and use me as bait.

Water take you Co-Burn.

Jump.

Jump?

Now's the only chance.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

I was relieved to find land.

But as to what land I'd found, I had no clue.

It wasn't Grand Turk, that much was certain.

It was far too big, and I had floated far too long.

And worse, I had no idea

where or how I would find Jamie.

I remembered the rule of threes.

Humans can survive three minutes without air,

three days without water,

and three weeks without food.

Right now, my most urgent need was water.

Ah.

Oh.

I continued further inland,

hoping to find a road.

A road meant civilization and a town at the end of it.

Perhaps there was a port on the other side

of the island where I could buy passage to Jamaica.

Ah.

Oh.

Ahh! Oh!

Ah.

Oh.

...Serve ye the Lord with gladness.

Enter into His presence with exceedingly great joy.

Know ye that the Lord is God.

Ohh.

Mm.

Wa... water.

Ah, ah.

Mm. Ohh.

Please...

untie me.

Oh, splendid.

Ludo, she is awake.

Ludo found you on the path the other day.

He was gravely concerned for your well-being.

Where am I?

An Englishwoman.

What good fortune.

I'm Father Fogden.

Your most obedient servant, Madam.

Welcome to Hacienda de la Fuente.

Please untie me.

Of course.

Mamacita thought it best to keep you restrained

to keep you from scratching yourself raw.

Allow me, my dear.

- Up. - Mm.

I thought you might benefit from some nourishment.

Thank you.

Take care not to drink too quickly.

I know. I'm a doctor.

A woman?

From the American colonies.

It's more common there.

Healer of the sick.

Like Saint Brigid.

Oh, I'm no saint.

Well, pardon me if I don't believe you.

It seems your powers have bestowed us

with our new arrival.

Just this morning, one of my she-goats

gave birth successfully.

First newborn we've had in a long while.

How did you come to be here?

Where exactly is here?

The Island of Saint-Domingue.

It's just to the east.

My husband's traveling to Jamaica and...

I need to find him.

There is a village.

St. Luis du Nord, where there are fishing boats

that might carry you to Cap-Haitien, 30 miles distant.

How long does it take to get there?

The village is a day's walk from here

and to travel from there to Jamaica...

no more than two days, with a favorable wind.

I might make it to Kingston in time,

if I leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

No, no, no, my dear.

Coco says it is far too dangerous.

Even for a lady as gifted as yourself.

Thankfully, Coco just reminded me that if you were

to go overland, you might encounter Maroons.

- Maroons? - Escaped slaves.

Having fled their masters,

they take refuge in the remote hills.

They can be a rather unpredictable lot.

Did you encounter any on your way here?

No.

And, what of pirates?

I-I didn't see any.

Those unscrupulous ruffians

are a blight upon our isle,

ransacking and plundering whomsoever they might...

Ah, ah, ah! Coco, mustn't stare!

It's rude!

My sincere apologies.

Yes, she is a pretty lady.

Not like my Ermenegilda.

But... but pretty nonetheless.

Mamacita?

You will, no doubt, require clean garments, will you not?

Suppose I will.

Ermenegilda's dress, perhaps?

No. Too small for that cow.

You stink.

Fried plantain mixed with manioc and red beans.

One of Mamacita's special dishes.

It's very good.

So, how was it that you came to Saint-Domingue?

15 years ago, I traveled to the island of Cuba

to do the work of God,

tending to the needs of the poor

and of those whose souls were in peril.

Until I met her.

Ermenegilda Ruiz Alcantara y Meroz.

To my surprise, she longed for me

as I yearned to be with her.

Our love could not be subdued.

Must've been very complicated.

You being a priest, falling in love.

Quite right. Which is why we ran away.

Far from the reach of Don Armando,

cruel husband... a man of great wealth and influence.

It was God's will that we escaped

Don Armando's grasp unscathed.

How so?

The English invaded Cuba the very day we fled.

It was impossible for Don Armando to locate us

amidst the chaos which ensued.

I would like to think it was my loyalty to the Crown

which allowed for that stroke of fortune.

We rode to Bayamo and paid passage

for a boat which brought us safely here.

But soon after our arrival,

my Ermenegilda became unwell and...

May her soul rest in peace.

I'm so sorry.

May I offer you...

some yupa?

It can make one feel quite, uh, euphoric.

Quite all right, thank you.

The village that you mentioned earlier,

how do I get there?

I would like to leave tomorrow morning.

Allow you to journey alone? Good heavens.

Coco and I could never forgive ourselves

if you were to do that.

No, I shall accompany you.

That's very kind.

- Next week. - Next week?

I'm afraid I can't wait that long.

You need your rest.

What I need is to reach Jamaica.

Although your spirits seem much improved,

you are not yet well enough to undertake such a journey.

Perhaps in two weeks' time...

I am a doctor, for Christ's sake.

I think that I know when I am fit to travel.

Madam Physician, blasphemous language

is not permissible in my home.

I fear that your irritability

is due to your fatigue.

Traveling would only exacerbate

your already delicate condition.

That whore must go.

What...

Mamacita?

I was determined to get to St. Luis du Nord...

with or without Father Fogden's help.

I see...

you're struck by the sight of this.

A most eye-catching garment.