Outlander

Previously...

Roger, I'm Claire Randall.

I was an old friend of your father's.

- Brianna. - A pleasure, Ms. Randall.

And I need to tell you about your real father,

Jamie Fraser.

This Jacobite scum is "Red Jamie."

Can't even shoot the bastard,

not without discrediting my brother's sworn word.

I lost a particular friend at Culloden.

He inspired me.

My wife, her name was Claire.

I am sorry for your loss.

It belonged to my mother. Very precious to me.

As are you, Claire.

I don't understand it,

but I believe you.

I shall visit you once each quarter.

It's called Helwater. You'll serve Lord Dunsany.

Why? I didna let ye have yer way.

You gave me my life all those years ago.

Now I give you yours.

So if our theory is correct,

that Claire spent three years in the past

and when she returned, three years had gone by here,

it follows that time passes at the same rate

in both centuries.

Since you've been home for 20 years,

we have to establish that Jamie's alive

20 years after Culloden.

So 1766.

There's no record of him at the Tolbooth.

Nothing in Stirling either.

Or Arbroath or Blackness.

You're sure they recorded the names

of every single prisoner?

If Red Jamie was also the Dunbonnet

from Grannie's tales,

he'd have been a very well-known outlaw.

I always loved your grandmother's stories.

She was a very special friend to me.

Will you have some cream on your scone, Roger?

You're much too thin.

The Dunbonnet is only a legend.

Even if such a person existed,

he was an outlaw.

What's to say that Jamie was...

I found him.

Ardsmuir Prison.

There he is, James Fraser.

1753.

'54.

1755.

His name appears on each of these annual rolls.

But the prison closed in 1756.

What happened to the prisoners?

I don't know, but this is cause for celebration, no?

And it's never too early for a whisky.

Welcome home, My Lord. Lady Dunsany.

Uh, we pray that you're all in good health.

Uh, Lady Geneva, Lady Isobel,

so good to see you home again.

Good to be home, Mr. Evans.

Italy was far too warm for my taste.

I dare say, My Lady.

I trust that all's been well

whilst we've been abroad, Mr. Evans?

Indeed, My Lord.

I see that the new groomsman is amongst us.

Yes, My Lord.

I must have a word with him.

Send him to the house, will you?

Tell MacKenzie His Lordship would like a word with him.

Mr. Evans says the Master wishes to speak with you.

So you're the Scottish prisoner?

Alexander MacKenzie.

Your servant, My Lord.

Major Grey disclosed to me that you were a soldier

and fought in the Rising of '45.

I did, My Lord.

But he also told me that you were an honourable man

who spared his life before Prestonpans.

I lost my only son there.

Gordon was a young captain in Bolton's regiment.

Many good men were lost to their families

in the rebellion.

On both sides.

I respect a man who fights for his cause.

Gordon gave his life for what he believed...

I take heart from this.

You were defeated.

Our quarrels are bygone.

I cannot say that Lady Dunsany feels the same.

She carries a great hatred

for any Jacobite.

She's never overcome Gordon's passing.

Pain of losing a child never leaves you.

I've lost... two children myself, My Lord.

Well then.

I'll simply tell Lady Dunsany that you're a groom

heartily recommended by Major Grey,

not a prisoner.

You'll receive a small stipend for your services.

But you are a prisoner, MacKenzie.

Mind you don't forget it.

"Will you have some cream on your scone, Roger?"

You know she has a crush on you.

Fiona?

Och, no. She just likes being helpful.

You know, at first I thought

maybe Fiona was your girlfriend.

Girlfri...

Girlfriend?

Fiona?

No.

I mean, I have girls who are friends,

but not one I'd call a...

and I don't... there's no... I don't have a girlfriend.

Move aside.

All right. Try it now.

Okay.

What did you do?

Distributor cap was loose.

What do I owe you?

I'll think of somethin'.

MacKenzie.

Time to draw straws.

For?

You'll see.

Thanks, lads.

I'm ready for my ride.

I shall accompany you, My Lady.

Fetch my palfrey.

At once.

Right away, My Lady.

Hurry up, you useless Scotchman.

A boot on the hindquarters is what that one needs.

The horse? Or my sister?

Pardon, My Lady. I... I meant...

I know exactly what you meant.

But I doubt it would do her any good.

May I saddle yer horse, My Lady?

I only come down to look at the horses,

admire their beauty.

Aye.

They are magnificent.

It pains me that my father confines

such splendid creatures.

I've seen a great many stables.

But Helwater's are by far the finest.

A cage is still a cage.

How long were you in the employ of Lord John?

I was under his... charge

a wee bit over a year.

I've known the Major since we were youngsters.

I find him to be

a rare and... interesting person.

I imagine he'll make someone a good husband.

Uh, forgive me, My Lady, but...

military and marriage are no easy bedfellows.

The Major's passion

lies in soldiering.

His dedication to king and country

is one of the things I admire most about him.

Wakefield Residence.

One moment please.

It's the hospital in Boston.

Hello. This is Dr. Randall.

Lady Jane.

Joe.

Well, it is lovely to hear your voice.

Guess what I'm eating.

Well, let's see, it's Tuesday,

so it could only be chicken cacciatore.

You may not miss me,

but I know you miss Jeveli's.

I miss both.

So I'll make a reservation for two.

When should I say?

Oh, soon.

What month is soon in?

I can't say yet.

Italian food aside,

the reason I called,

I saw Harry Greenbaum today for abdominal pain.

Harry?

What did you find?

Positive Murphy's sign and calcifications on the X-ray.

I scheduled the surgery for next week.

You can handle it, Joe.

Of course I can.

But I'm just surprised you aren't insisting

on doing it yourself.

Let me know how it goes.

Good-bye, Joe.

I can't tell you how pleased I am with this arrangement.

Geneva will be a fitting bride, Your Lordship.

We're certain this match

will bring good fortune to both our families.

My sister advised me to seek in marriage