Outlander

It is worth more than my life.

Ye're a soldier now.

I will not fail you, milord.

A wife who won't let me touch her.

Admit it. You are using this pregnancy

to keep me at a distance.

- Name? - James...

Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.

This man spared my youngest brother's life,

incurring a bloody great debt of honor.

I doubt he'll live through the journey.

Claire, she's here.

Maybe this really...

Really can be a new beginning.

- Yes. - For all of us.

Yes.

Jamie, can ye hear me?

Ye've come home

to Lallybroch.

Lallybroch...

_

You're sure it's in the dovecote?

Aye. I saw it with my own eyes.

Followed him here as he was hiding it.

- Put it in one of the nests. - What if father catches us?

He won't. He's round the back milkin'.

Now shut yer gab.

It's here. I swear.

I swear, you're lyin'.

Ha. Told ye.

It's my father's, so I get to hold it.

No, you're too young,

and you don't know how it works.

You don't either.

Hey, I've been to war.

I was at Prestonpans.

I killed a filthy redcoat officer.

But ye killed him with a knife, aye?

And it was bloody.

Aye, bloody.

It's much braver to kill a man with a knife.

Nothing but flesh and metal between you.

I only wish milord didn't send me home.

I could've fought at Culloden too.

Redcoats. Hide.

Move, cripple.

- Father! - It's okay, Jamie.

Treat me as you will, but leave the lad be.

If you trained your mongrels better,

I wouldna need to kick them to keep them in line.

Keep moving!

Move!

I'm Captain Samuel Lewis,

of His Majesty's Tenth Dragoons.

I'm here for the Dunbonnet.

The Dunbonnet?

Uh, no one here goes by that name.

I should think not, openly.

I have it on good authority that the notorious traitor

known as Red Jamie is in concealment nearabouts,

and there's gossip in these parts

about another man called the Dunbonnet.

We dinna get to the village much.

I canna say I've heard that.

No? He's an outlaw

that wears a brown hat

to cover his distinctive red hair.

I surmise that the Dunbonnet and Red Jamie

are one and the same.

Ye tell a braw tale there, Captain.

James Fraser is your brother-in-law, is he not?

And this is his clan land?

Oh, it was.

These lands belong to my son now.

We've not seen nor heard from Jamie Fraser

since he left to fight in the Rebellion six years ago.

Pardon me, sir, if I don't take you or your wife's word for it.

I remind you that anyone who harbors or renders aid

to a Jacobite fugitive commits high treason

and will be hanged under law.

Man, woman...

or child.

Ye're welcome to search the house and the grounds

if you please, but I'll tell you the same

as I told Lieutenant Harding, Captain Abbot, Major Mercer,

and every other government officer

who comes to command these parts,

ye'll find no sign of my traitorous brother here.

Nor any follower of the Stuarts.

There is a substantial reward for information

leading to the capture of Red Jamie,

so if you know of his whereabouts,

you would be wise to turn him over now.

W-w-we canna give you what we dinna have, Captain.

Very well.

Corporal MacGregor, arrest Mr. Murray.

Perhaps some time in the garrison's cells

will help him change his mind.

A Scot in a redcoat.

You're the traitor.

You filthy frog-eater.

Mind yer tongue or I'll cut it out.

Fergus, Rabbie, finish milkin' and mind your chores.

He'll be fine, Mistress.

Court's released him each time they've seen fit to take him.

There's no reason to think this time's any different.

That's a damnable shame. Corporal MacGregor.

Aye, a Lowlander.

Many a MacGregor fought for the Jacobites,

but a few fought for the government during the '45.

And now they think they're better than us,

but what the daft loons don't realize is,

the British hate them just the same.

Ye... ye scairt the bowels out of me.

They've taken Ian again.

I foolishly hoped they were through

when two years passed with no redcoats bedeviling us.

We could go after them, milord.

We could slit their throats in the night

and free Monsieur Murray.

Oh, aye. That's a fine idea.

A deed like that would bring the whole garrison to Lallybroch

to kill us all, yerself included.

I reckon every new commander

needs to make a name for himself.

Captain Lewis was talking about the "Dunbonnet."

That's what they've taken to calling ye now.

Soon enough you'll have ballads sung in yer honor.

'Tis time to tally the rents.

Ian was just about to start on the books.

Dinna suppose you could do that for me.

Brother...

Brother!

You ken why I can lie to the British and feel at peace?

It's because I'm not lyin'.

James Fraser hasna been here for a long, long time.

Here you go.

Ooh, whee.

There you go.

Now, here's Bunny.

Okay.

Shall we see what "The Globe" has to say today?

"Ireland Joins the Roster of Free Nations.

"To the roar of guns

"and the flash of fireworks in the sky,

The Republic of Ireland was born today."

Oh, shh, sweetheart. This is history in the making.

You'll want to hear this.

"The Republic, free of British rule, have to..."

Aww, you turned over!

Oh, all by yourself.

- Oh, you turned... - Hot water cut out

in the middle of my shower.

The boiler must be out again.

What a clever girl you are.

Why? What happened?

She turned over, all by herself.

Oh, isn't it early for her to be doing that?

Well, Dr. Spock says she shouldn't be doing it

for at least another month.

Well, what does Dr. Spock know?

Come here, come to Daddy.

Give me a kiss. Oh, you're so clever. Yeah.

Aww.

- Oh, well... - Yeah, I should,

uh, go check the boiler.

Mm.

I was careful. Wasn't followed.

Cut back on myself, just like you taught me.

I want to learn to shoot, milord.

Where'd you get this?

It was hidden in the dovecote.

I want to defend our home.

I need to be ready.

For what?

Uh, our next rebellion.

There will be no next rebellion.

But, milord...

No more fighting.

Just because you're a coward now

doesn't mean I am.

Weapons are outlawed.

Put it back where you found it.

Don't touch it again.

Sir.

Dinna ken ye were expected today.

Came to look at the ledgers.

Oh...

Where's my sister?

Dinna fash.

The bairn had a mind to come early.

Ye'll soon have a new niece or nephew.

The bairn is on the way.

Aye.

A raven!

My granny says that ravens are messengers of death.

Canna be near the house.

The bairn will die!

Bullet.

Hand me the cloth.