Outlander

Previously...

If it wasna for Mac Dubh,

I would no be setting foot on that bucket of shite.

Jamie.

Ian!

What do you do with the boys?

Oh, I have my way with them.

Virgins have such power inside.

We have a responsibility to change history.

No!

This is God's will!

We must return to the ship. Make ready to sail.

Claire!

You must be from the ship, or what's left of it.

Any survivors?

Aye, four miles south of here.

You're on the mainland.

America.

For centuries, humans have held an endless fascination with circles,

attributing meaning where they are found.

From the eternal rotation of the planets around the sun,

to the movement of clock hands,

to a simple wedding band.

And I, more than most, know full well just how a circle can affect one's life.

Or death.

Ripley!

Would you allow me a moment to bid farewell to my friend?

Hayes.

When they set you free near the gallows, Fergus will create a stramash.

Lesley and I will see to the watchmen,

and then you run as though the devil himself is chasing you.

Ye're aff yer heid, Mac Dubh. Do you intend to be hanged as well?

I canna let ye die.

You came on this journey to aid us.

Aye.

And I dinna regret it.

I shoulda listened to you, Mac Dubh. I shouldna lain with that woman.

Men do things drunk they wouldna when clear-headed.

I didna ken she was married

till the husband came upon me with a pitchfork.

Kicked him down the stairs only to save my own neck.

Now it's with my neck that I'll pay.

There's two things you might grant me.

Anything.

First, whisky.

With any luck,

I'll hardly notice when the rope tightens.

A whisky's hard to come by hereabouts,

but I do have a wee bit of rum.

I can always count on ye.

To my soul.

How about a drop for my soul as well?

To all our souls.

Slàinte.

Slàinte.

What was your second request?

I'd like the last face I look upon to be that of a friend.

Smiling at me.

You have my word.

When they release Hayes, do nothing.

You have another plan, Milord?

No.

This is the way Hayes wants it.

It had been four months since we arrived in America.

We'd been making our way up the coast when our friend, Gavin Hayes,

killed a man and was sentenced to death.

Jamie tried everything he could to save Hayes,

but the magistrate wouldn't listen.

Stop.

Keep it going.

Move.

The said, Gavin Hayes, feloniously and wilfully

did kill and murder against His Majesty's peace,

his crown, and dignity.

Next.

No, no! Stupid guards!

You let him die! Hayes!

It's not... It's not right!

They canna take him from me!

I'm sorry! Hayes!

Move it, boy. Out of the way.

He's getting away!

Halt or I'll fire!

Quickly, after him!

Sing me a song.

Of a lass that is gone.

Say, could that lass.

Be I?

Merry of soul.

She sailed on a day.

Over the sea.

To Skye.

Billow and breeze.

Islands and seas.

Mountains of rain and sun.

All that was good.

All that was fair.

All that was me.

Is gone.

Sing me a song.

Of a lass that is gone.

Say, could that lass.

Be I?

Merry of soul.

She sailed on a day.

Over the sea.

To Skye.

I spoke with the harbourmaster.

The Campagnia sets sail for home in three weeks,

allowing us time to visit my Aunt Jocasta at River Run.

Fergus?

Did you speak with the minister?

Thieving wretch.

He will not have a convicted felon in his graveyard.

Not without a good deal of recompense for his sins.

An immoral wretch as well. He's willing to take a bribe.

Did you bring Hayes?

Aye. He's in our wagon.

We could bury him in the wood.

No.

No, Gavin wouldna care for being alone in the woods.

He was mortally scairt of spirits.

D'ye recall, Mac Dubh, at Ardsmuir,

how he told us of the tannasg he encountered?

We'll not lay him in unconsecrated ground.

We'll lay him to rest tonight in the company of other souls.

It's a good idea.

I'm very tired.

Might I take her up to her room to rest?

Aye. Aye, we'll manage without ye.

A man such as Hayes should ne'er have met wi' such an end.

Without so much as a proper lament sung for him.

Well, he shall have a caithris.

And so, we were off to bury our friend.

Sadly, Hayes would never return home to Scotland.

And the only way the rest of us would make it back

was to sell a gemstone we salvaged from the wreck of the Artemis.

Lillington's dinner certainly seems promising.

And perhaps, we'll be able to find a buyer for the gemstones there.

Aye, the gems will fetch a bonny price.

Here'll do, lads.

Lesley, stay here with Claire.

Watch over Hayes.

Ian and I will find a good place.

Won't you need a headstone?

Surely they'll notice a newly-dug grave.

Aye, they might.

I shouldn't think the minister would trouble himself

to dig him up for nothing.

What do you do with the boys?

I have my way with them.

All right, lad?

I have my way with them.

Ian.

What's the matter?

And after that...

The Bakra.

I've no use for them.

Ian, Ian!

Ian. Ian, what is it?

I didna want to summon the memories.

But the grave...

It reminds me.

Some ghosts can only be banished

by speaking their name and foul deeds aloud.

I, too, had a festering pain inside.

Until I shared it with your Aunt Claire.

When I was taken to the woman you called Geillis...

she was naked...

in a basin of blood.

She talked about bedding virgins,

as plain as though she asked me whether I had parritch for breakfast.

I spoke true and I told her I wasna chaste.

That answer was not to her liking.

She needed someone chaste for her purposes.

She took my hand, and upon my life,

she made me come to bed and lie down.

She made me do things.

Unspeakable things.

Have you ever lain wi' someone when ye didna want to do it?

I have.

Then ye understand how it can be?

How you can do it

without wishing to,

detesting it.

And all the while, it feels...

Pleasing?

Well, lad...

What it comes down to...

What it comes down to is that your cock

doesn't have a conscience, but you have.

It's not your fault, lad.

Ye did what ye must and survived.

That's all that matters.

Well, that hole is deep enough.

So...

Let's bring Hayes along then, huh?

Lesley, let's get on with it.

Gathering I ken what another fellow needs.

Life without him doesna seem right.