Outlander

Claire: Previously...

I can draw up a petition of complaint,

Accusing randall of crimes against the scottish people.

If you can convince the duke of sandringham

To deliver that document

It could lead to a court martial for black jack.

It's quite simple.

Make free of your body, and there will be no second flogging.

I couldn't do it.

Are we raiding the chisolms today?

I could do with a tall, strong scotsman.

I'll ride with you.

Where is jamie?

Macquarrie was wounded. Jamie wouldn't leave him behind.

Claire: I knew full well if I had any hope of finding jamie I'd need help.

I've news of jamie.

He's in wentworth prison, condemned to hang.

We have to hurry. I'll not force any of my men

To go to their deaths.

But I'll not stand in the way of any that choose to go.

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Macquarrie: I have to look on the bright side, fraser.

Nothing like being hung to make your tossel

Stand up solid as an oak.

Jamie: Seems it's a little late to be brandishing iron, does it not?

Macquarrie: Ah, it takes the edge off of dying,

Knowing that when my neck snaps

I'll be discharging my juice like a cannon blast.

I heard tell, all that happens is ye shit yerself.

Well, so much for me trying to cheer up a condemned man.

Ye've got an awful dark view of the world, fraser.

Lachlan fife.

Jamie: When they come to get ye,

I'll wrap my chain around their necks.

Ye grab his musket.

They'll shoot us down like dogs.

Not dogs. Men.

Is it the rope ye're afraid of?

No.

What grieves me is to think my wife will never forgive me

For foolishly getting myself hung.

Aye.

Nothing like a wife to make a man feel disquieted at his own death.

For me, I always knew I was fated to dangle from the end of a rope,

So I made sure to leave none behind to mourn for me.

Truth be told, I'm not looking forward to it much myself.

Lieutenant: Taran macquarrie.

I'm not gonna let these bastards see it.

I've got one regret, fraser. What would that be, mr. Macquarrie?

Well, that I'll be climbing those stairs before you.

Other way around, you could've put in a good word for me with st. Peter.

To think my last view of the world

Will be a bunch of ill-faured, pasty-face englishmen.

My only regret is that I wasted my life as a common thief,

Rather than a patriot serving my country fighting against you lot.

To the devil with England and god bless king...

James fraser.

Randall: Stop!

Stop the executions!

I'm on the king's business.

Take that man down and put him in a cell.

Remove the rope!

Prison officer: Escort the prisoner to one of the dungeon cells.

Lieutenant: Rory macneil.

Jailor: You must suffer from dodgy eyesight, mate.

That wall is solid stone.

In 20 years, you might get that bolt loose

Except you ain't got 20 years.

Compliments of captain jonathan randall, esquire.

Must be good to have a friend of means. (scoffs)

If you're smart, you'll eat a hearty meal, have a wash

And your luck can change at any minute, boyo.

Sir fletcher: Fraser, james.

And you say you know the prisoner?

Yes, that's right.

Close relation? Not particularly.

A family connection.

I hardly know the man, really. I should think not.

An englishwoman of fine breeding and a common scottish criminal.

Ah.

Here we are.

It appears he's been granted a temporary stay of execution.

At least for a little while. Stroke of luck, I suppose.

When was the last time

You were in contact with this individual?

Many years.

Old as the connection may be,

I felt it a kind gesture to come visit.

My christian duty. I'm sure you can understand.

I could tell you're a christian woman the moment you entered.

May I see him, sir fletcher?

I should like nothing better than to help you, mrs. Beauchamp.

Unfortunately, I cannot allow it.

If something were to happen, I would never forgive myself.

I understand your position, sir fletcher. I do.

But this man comes from good people.

How sad that a young man in this situation

Would be estranged from his family.

If he wished to write a letter to them of reconciliation,

I would be pleased to deliver it to his mother.

You are thoughtfulness itself, my dear.

One moment, madam.

I don't believe a letter

Directly from the convict would be appropriate.

However, this may give the family solace.

The prisoner's personal effects.

Customarily, we send them on to whomever the prisoner designates

As next of kin after execution.

Perhaps, you could take it to them.

I'd be happy to.

Well, then, I believe the lord

Will smile upon you for this good deed.

Up you get, lass. Up you get.

Ooh...

Bastard! Bastard!

Five in a row?

Man: Come on. It's me now. You rigging this? Put your money in.

Angus: Aye, you've got the luck of the devil, you bastard!

I've a few coins left.

Would you listen to those two donkeys?

Jamie's facing a neck stretching

And all they care about is rolling double sixes.

I didn't realize jamie's fate meant so little to them.

Don't despair, mistress.

The boys here prised you out of fort william right under

Black jack randall's very nose.

And that was no easy task. Easier than this.

A fort's only there to keep people out.

A prison's there to keep people in. And what of it?

I was only stating a fact, mistress.

All: Cheers!

Murtagh: The next round is on the two of you.

And the one after that.

Think again. We're skint.

You seem awfully cheery about it.

Well, it's who we lost to that has us grinning.

They need to know.

By all means, tell them.

What, me?

No, I think it should be you. You lost more.

Aye, but you...

Aye, but you kept ordering more ale.

Kept their throats well lubricated, you did.

Sober up and speak yer piece.

Oh, ho.

While you three were sitting here looking glum,

We were losing our coin to two...

Not one, but two

Wentworth jailers.

Those men work at the prison?

What did you learn? Anything useful? Aye, I believe so.

The warden... What's his name? Sir fletcher.

The very man. Aye.

He insists on having his evening meal in private.

After which, he reads his bible.

Every day, 25 minutes of quiet reflection.

Introspection.

Self-examination. And?

Dinna be glaikit.

The man's away from his office for a full hour.

Go on.

Isn't that enough? Hmm?

Yes.

I believe it is.

"who so pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil

"is right-wise king born of all britain."

I wondered when ye'd show yerself.