Outlander

Previously...

I cannot admit there is anything to do

but go on.

That will be where the new house will stand.

We will make it back here one day, won't we?

Aye.

We will.

Allow me to introduce William Buccleigh MacKenzie.

Your servant, madam. 'Twas at Craigh na Dun.

And here I am.

Rob Cameron.

He did it. Rob took Jem.

- Bree! - It's Rob!

Callahan!

Brianna!

So where do we belong now?

So it's not a question

of where we belong, it's when.

Your son is due home shortly.

Son?

What we really want

is your protection.

Where's Jane?

Major Jenkins. Said that she killed Captain Harkness

and dragged her away.

We need to go.

You can come and live with us on the Ridge. You'll be safe.

Who was thy wife?

Her name is Wahionhaweh.

Emily chose me.

But, Rachel, with my whole soul, I choose you.

A place where we could raise our family.

You mean...

I have had carnal knowledge of your wife.

Henry and Ben will be fighting across the sea.

Do you want to have to tell your wife that your sons have died in a war

that could have been stopped?

I will do my best by thee.

Can we go home?

You're not going back to the army?

No.

I came to ask...

forgiveness.

How could you possibly know that song?

My mother taught it to me.

I think Faith lived.

I think our daughter lived.

Where the bloody hell is he?

He'll come.

No smuggler worth his salt would miss the chance

to sell 30 barrels of good whiskey.

Well, I just hope he doesn't get close enough to smell the herring.

I willna allow it.

Much as I love the sound of your voice, Sassenach,

try not to speak unless spoken to.

You have exquisite taste, Mr. Roy.

You'll not have trouble finding buyers in the north.

Armies there will be thirsty.

You'll easily double your investment.

Who gave you my name?

Mrs. Abbott. In Philadelphia.

Do you often take business advice from whores?

Mrs. Abbott tells me you're a man to be trusted.

Recalls you didn't have the money to pay your debts.

Aye, it took you a wee while,

but you returned with something much better than coin.

Two lassies, to settle your score.

Yes. That's how it is.

Whiskey wasn't the only reason I wanted to meet, Mr. Vasquez.

I wish to expand my business.

Tell me, where do you find the girls?

It so happens I found them at sea.

My men and I were looking for a ship heavy with goods.

But the captain, Pocock was his name,

was foolish enough to bring his family.

A wife...

and two daughters.

With my knife as encouragement,

he was willing to part with the cargo,

but not so willing to part with the girls.

So I was forced to slit his throat.

One of the daughters was still too young to earn.

Even the smallest man would tear her to pieces.

But with that face and those golden curls,

I knew she would soon command a premium, an assurance for the future.

But her sister was ripe and ready.

I don't think she had ever seen a cock before I stuck her with mine.

That one will have paid my debts 100 times over by now.

- But the captain's wife, ooh... -

...she would have brought a pretty penny herself.

- Beautiful, wild hair, skin like velvet. -

It's a shame I never had a chance to fuck her.

She turned into a rabid dog when I touched her daughter,

scratching, biting, screaming.

Too much trouble.

I threw her overboard.

Only death would shut her up.

We need to leave, Sassenach.

I killed him too quickly.

Should have let that bastard suffer.

Should have made him feel every ounce of agony the body can feel,

and even then... Even then, it wouldn't be punishment enough.

Aye. Well, the devil will give him his proper due

for what he did to Jane and Frances.

- And Faith. - She was alive.

We could have had a life with her, and he robbed us of that chance.

He wasn't the only one.

You told me you held our babe in your hands all those years ago.

That she was stillborn, already lost to us.

So how did she come to be married to a sea captain

- with two daughters of her own? - I don't know.

I don't know.

Mother Hildegarde, she must have done something, or...

Master Raymond.

He asked for my forgiveness. But for what?

Somebody lied.

But why?

Why would they steal our child from us?

I always imagined our daughter in heaven.

I mourned an innocent soul who hadna had a chance at life.

And to find out she lived,

but that her life was cut short...

My God.

She was out there, Jamie.

What did her laugh sound like?

Or did she...

Did she smile in her sleep, like you and Bree?

Who held her when she cried?

Oh, God...

What if nobody did?

What if she went through her whole life thinking that nobody wanted her when...

when all we wanted, more than anything in the world, was her?

- -

You lost your parents at a young age, mo nighean donn.

Wandered the world, rootless.

But then, we found each other.

I am the true home of your heart.

Maybe it was the same for our daughter.

Maybe she wandered, too,

then found her home,

made a family.

She was loved, Claire.

I have to believe that.

Have you managed to sleep at all?

No.

No, I was thinking about our Faith.

And all that we still did not ken.

- I wish Fanny remembered more. - Aye.

She couldna have been more than five years old

when she was sold to the brothel.

We shouldn't press her.

She's already suffered more than any child should.

First, her parents.

Jane...

Do you think we should tell her?

That she's our granddaughter?

How can we explain it to her

when we don't know how it's possible ourselves?

She might not believe us.

And then, we'll have broken whatever trust she started having in us.

It's no small miracle that a...

piece of Faith came to be in our lives.

Her daughter.

Despite all we've lost,

we can thank the Lord for that blessing.

- -

- - Ah!

- Good morning, Grand-père, Grand-mère. - Come down for breakfast.

Did I, or did I not tell you wee heathens

to let your grandparents sleep?