Outlander

Previously...

Come with me through the stones.

No, I can't. My destiny lies on Culloden moor.

So if our first theory is correct,

Jamie's alive 20 years after Culloden,

so 1766.

I found him.

"Freedom and whisky gang thegither."

Only someone with knowledge of the future

could have quoted lines that hadn't been written yet.

Have a look at the printer's name...

Alexander Malcolm.

Alexander Malcolm?

This is Jamie.

You can go back.

We all have our secrets.

Anyone with half an eye can see it.

It won't be long before Young Willie sees it himself.

If I go, we may never see each other again.

Can you live with that?

'Cause I don't know if I can.

You gave Jamie up for me.

Now I have to give him back to you.

There.

Cannot have you strolling along High Street

with your stock half done.

Well...

ye have the advantage of peering directly at it.

Or perhaps it takes a woman's touch

to do things properly.

I'll no argue that matter.

A wise man.

Morning.

He's coming.

Ye can come out.

The stench of seaweed and whisky betrayed ye.

Not to worry, Mac Dubh.

It's just us.

Young Ian said we could sleep here last night.

We lost our beds at the boarding house.

Been sleeping in a cosh down near the docks.

Ye didn't come in the front door, did ye?

I told ye he'd be upset wi' us.

I told ye not to be seen here in daylight.

This business can't afford to be associated

with the likes of you.

Dinna fash, Mac Dubh.

We come when it was pitch black ootside.

None save an owl coulda recognized us.

Well, since ye're here,

ye can make yerselves useful.

These...

are to go to Arbroath.

The owner of The Three Thistles is a papist.

Deliver these to him.

Once you've handed them over,

dinna linger about to judge

the quality of the local women or drink.

- Eh, we didna plan to. - Ye did plan to.

That's why I told ye not to do it.

- Ye dinna trust us, Mac Dubh? - Ah.

I trust ye wi' my life.

Trouble is, I dinna trust you wi' yer own.

Be mindful.

These are naught but treason.

Caught, and your necks are in ropes.

I see the riffraff's here...

again.

A pleasant morning to ye, Geordie.

That boil on your neck's getting larger.

Ye might want to have that lanced

before ye ignite the next plague.

It's a goiter,

and it's not infectious.

Ooh! Appears you have a small child hanging

on yer evvera word.

Since I am in yer service, I must come here,

but must I also be subjected to yer cohorts' ridicule?

No.

No, yer right.

We mean ne harm by it.

Aye.

Just means we're fond of ye, is all.

Oh, well, pardon me

if I don't welcome that sort of amity.

Out the back.

Be quick about it.

Before any customers arrive.

Aye, Mac Dubh.

Before ye start yer day, Geordie,

need more soda ash for the presses.

Of course.

Perhaps this evening, before I leave for the day,

you might share any chores or errands

ye care to have done

so I can carry them out on my way into the shop.

So I'm no retraveling my steps.

That you, Geordie?

Took ye long enough.

Where'd you go to get the ash? All the way to Glasgow?

It isn't Geordie.

It's me...

Claire.

You're real.

So are you.

I thought you were dead.

Claire...

Oh.

Uh, what is it?

I thought I'd lost hold altogether and pissed myself,

but it's all right.

Just spilled the alepot again.

Do you mind?

Uh...

It's all right.

We are married.

At least, I-I suppose we are.

Aye.

We are.

I never took it off.

I want...

I would very much like to kiss you.

May I?

Yes.

I havena done this in a very long time.

I saw you so many times.

Ye came to me so often...

When I dream sometimes...

When I was in a fever.

I was so afraid and so lonely, I knew I must die.

Whenever I needed you, I would see you...

smiling...

your hair curled around your face.

You never touched...

I can touch you now.

Do not be afraid.

There's the two of us now.

I quit!

I'm Free Church.

Working for a papist is one thing,

but working for an immoral papist is another.

Geordie...

Do as you like wi' yer own soul, man,

but if it's come to orgies in the shop,

it's come too far.

Oh, God's tooth.

It's not even noon.

I hope I haven't caused you trouble.

Oh, he'll come back.

He lives across the way. I'll explain it to him.

God knows how.

Do you have another pair of trousers?

Oh.

Aye.

In the back.

Come wi' me?

If ye dinna think it immoral.

It's, uh...

It's very fine to see you again, Claire.

I never thought that...

Our child.

Here...

I thought you'd like...

to see our daughter.

"Daughter"?

Our daughter?

She...

She... she knows?

She does.

What the devil?

They're photographs.

They're made with something called a camera.

It captures a person's likeness,

like painting...

but with light.

I'm afraid if I'm to see,

I'll need these.

Hmm.

Only for reading and such.

For years, I had the eyes of a hawk,

but my sight is no what it once was.

Hmm.

You look as dashing as ever.

I don't look like an old man?

Of course not.

I know we've both...

seen a few years

and all that goes with it.

My hair has some gray.

I dyed it.

I wanted to look...

well, the same as when you last saw me.

Time doesna matter, Sassenach.

Ye will always be beautiful to me.

Now...

show me my daughter.

Her name.

What did you name her?

Brianna.

Brianna.