- Mrs. Bug? - I dinna ken it was you.
When you've something worth taking,
you'll see me again.
My brother wished to lend his support to the army.
I suppose I'll be seein' more of ye.
I suppose so.
I was gonna take Bobby to the pictures tomorrow night.
I don't know if Jemmy would like to join us?
Jemmy is gone!
That bad man took him.
Simon Fraser's one of Burgoyne's brigadiers.
Simon Fraser?
A second cousin.
I canna fault you your courage.
You'll be needing it if ye're to stay and fight,
if that's what you really want.
Get up.
You're a different man now.
Come back to me.
And if you don't, I'll come looking for you.
I got his hat, Mum. I'm keepin' it.
He's still alive, Mum.
Cut his throat, the treasoner.
Or I will choke him to death, I swear.
You can have your pick of the others.
My pick? Do you think I'm a--
I've got mouths to feed. I'm takin' this one.
"This one" is my husband.
Hold her off, Mum.
- I'll take care of him. - Don't!
I will kill you.
Just fucking try me!
That tickles, Sassenach.
Lie still.
There's blood on your shirt. I'm checking for wounds.
I think it's from your hand.
Think yer right.
What took ye so long?
Been looking for you all night, if you must know.
What happened anyway?
Why are you asking me? How should I know?
You went and got yourself butchered
like a sodding hog.
Trying to be a hero again is what it looks like.
No, what happened in the battle, I mean.
I ken what happened to me, roughly.
Why did you enter the fray?
You're a rifleman.
You're supposed to be fighting from a distance,
not hand-to-hand bloody--
Oh, you vainglorious, pigheaded, grandstanding Scot.
"Grandstanding"?
Yes. You could have been killed.
Thought I was,
when the dragoon came down on me wi' his sword.
I scairt his horse,
and it reared up, got me in the head and...
Stop trying to change the subject.
Is not the subject I'm not killed?
The subject is your stupid hero complex.
You think I have nothing better to do
than to trot around after you, sticking pieces back on?
Here.
We were supposed to be in Scotland.
I'm sorry.
I know you couldn't say no, but you scared me, Jamie.
For now, mo nighean donn,
I thank you for my life.
Ah, ye've the tongue of a venomous shrew, Sassenach.
Ye're a bonnie wee swordsman.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪
♪ Say, could that lass ♪
♪ Be I? ♪
Ian?
Came back unharmed.
At least he came back.
You must have caught it near the hilt.
Otherwise it would have split your hand in two.
Shame I didn't have a targe.
This'll have to do for now.
You won't die. I promise.
But I do have other patients that might.
Who won?
British are claiming they did.
But only because they held the field
and we retreated back to the camp.
That's only because night fell, or so I'm told.
Sensible plan.
Reports are they suffered
nearly twice the casualties we did.
Just because William was at Ticonderoga
doesn't mean he's here.
The garrison's a fort. He might have stayed.
Aye.
I ken.
Go to yer patients, Claire. I'll--I'll sleep if I can.
In all my life, I have lost four patients on my table.
And now in one day,
that number has increased tenfold.
Thee has done this before, thee said.
How does thee go on?
By knowing that without me,
the number would be even greater.
Think of those that you've saved.
That number has increased today as well.
Perhaps.
Or perhaps I should have chosen a more peaceable profession.
All this violence is difficult for a man like me.
A human being?
I-I meant a Quaker.
Forgive me, Claire.
- For what? - For...
presuming that this is harder for me than for thee.
How is Rachel coping?
She is a great help to me.
And she bears it remarkably well.
But the suffering of others cannot help but take its toll.
Can it be worth it, all this death?
I-I do not doubt our cause, but I--
I've asked myself that question many times.
And I've not always been confident of the answer...
but, yes...
I believe it will be.
Excuse me, I...
must go tend to my husband.
Of course.
Feel better, Colonel.
Hmm.
Will you have to cut anything off?
I'll allow it, if you do.
Oh, you will, will you?
Mm.
Laudanum.
Sip it and drink every drop.
It's all I have left.
Whatever happens, I'll try my best
to leave you with a working hand,
no infection
and, once it heals,
no pain.
You're not sipping.
It'll make me sick.
It'll help mask the pain.
Gives me terrible dreams.
Well, as long as you're not twitching
like Rollo dreaming of chasing rabbits,
I think we'll be all right.
- I did tell you to sip it. - Hmm.
Now, let's leave that for a minute
while we wait for the laudanum to take effect.
Who was your visitor earlier?
A colonel--Johnson.
Micah Johnson, his name was.
I saw him leave. What did he want?
Well, it seems when I'd--
and a few others of Morgan's company, mind--
when we entered the fray, we broke the British charge.
Scattered 'em, it seems.
And Johnson's company was behind us in the fight.
If the charge had gone through,
he'd have surely lost the company, he said.
So you saved them.
Not me alone.
That's 50 men in a company.
And not all of them would've been killed, of course.
No, not all of them.
Eh, it's like the Bible.
That bit where the--Abraham bargains with the Lord
for the cities of the plain.
"Wilt Thou not destroy the city
for the sake of 50 just men?"
And did He...
spare the city for the sake of 50 just men?
Aye. And Abraham kens...
he won't find 50,
so he argues the Lord down from 50 to 40
and then 30 and 20...
and ten.
Ten good men...
...would be worth a finger, Sassenach.
Hmm. Or five.
Or...
...even one.
You bloody man.
I knew you'd make me cry.
Sweet dreams, my love.
You may chase those rabbits now.
He did it.
Rob took Jem through the stones.
We found this.
Oh, my God.
I can't work out why. Why--why would he do this?
It's the gold.
You said someone got into the letters, so I looked,
and the musket ball is missing from the box,
and so is one of the letters.
It's the one about the Spaniard's gold.
God damn him!
Roger... What do we do?
We can't call the police.
Roger.
- What are you doing? - I'm goin' after him.
Through the stones?
I have to, Bree.
If you're right, Rob'll be headed to Inverness
for a ship to America.
I have to go tonight, now.
You stay with Mandy.
What're ye sayin'?
This bastards goin' after Spanish gold?
No. French gold.
King Louis' gold that was meant for the Jacobites.
Some of it ended up in North Carolina.
And Jemmy knows the spot where it's hidden.
And Cameron wants Jem to take him there?
He won't hurt Jem. He needs him.
I'm comin' wi' ye.
It's my time we'll be goin' to, is it no'?
And...
you were gonna send me there anyway.
Only if you wanted to.
I want to help.
You're kin.
Do you still have your old clothes?
Aye.
You'll need this, too.
Where'd this come from?
An antique store in town.
I figured we might need it someday.
Well, it is looking very good for just two weeks,
- even if I say so myself. - Hmm.
Any pain?
Well, I'll not be gettin' in any fisticuffs soon,
but, uh, no.
I think I will go take a pish.
Are ye no' happy with Uncle Jamie's progress?
It means he will fight again.
Mm.
There's going to be another battle, isn't there?
I think so.
There has to be something decisive enough
to draw the French into the war--
another battle that changes everything.
I'd hoped that Jamie would stay away from it.
But maybe he's supposed to be there.
Maybe he always was.
I don't--I don't know.
You don't know... when?
Did you hear anything while you were on your scout?
Um, Burgoyne is waiting for Clinton to send aid
or divide us by attacking elsewhere.
But he canna wait forever.
Neither can we.
Some of our generals want to attack,
but Granny Gates says no.
Oh, that's what they call him--
commander--
because he's...
Old. I gathered that.
Though he is
younger than I am, if anyone's counting.
Oh, Rollo, for goodness' sake, my goose grease.
I was supposed to give it to Denzell.
He has a patient with an injured rectum,
and he's having trouble with his movements.
I'll get ye some goose grease, Auntie.
Some Oneida have arrived. They'll have some, I wager.
Great.
Uh, could you take it to Denzell after?
Or, um, to his sister?
I'd be happy to.
Thank you.
Rollo.
And I see thee has brought thy friend along, too.
Miss Hunter.
It's nice to see thee again, Ian Murray.
I brought some goose grease.
My aunt said your brother needed it for someone's...
arsehole, I-I think.
Oh. He'll be pleased.
I thank thee.
He's been so busy with the sick and injured.
Sorry, it's slippery.
Uh, the man I got it from said it was greasier than grease.
Thee must know better.
What does thee say?
I'm sorry.
Yes.
I... we...
Thee must not.
We must not.
No. Of course.
Of course we mustn't.
It's no' safe.
Does thee know...
how I feel?
I'm not worried about whether you love me.
I'm worried about whether you might die because of it.
"Die because of it"?
Thee has cheek.
I didn't say I loved thee.
It's a great deal better you dinna.
I think it's best if ye... dinna touch me.
Because if you do, then I'll--
I'll take ye here and now.
And then it's too late for us both.
Are you Mrs. Fraser?
I am.
May I help you?
Uh, yes, I was in hopes
we might transact a little business.
I'm told you possess a stock of cinchona bark.
Is that so?
Yes. Do you suffer from malaria?
No, not I, but I have a gentleman
in my command who does, very badly.
I'd hoped you might be induced to make a trade.
I used to run a store, you see--
a great deal of apothecary stuff
and luxury dry goods in general.
Laudanum?
I was not sure what might best suit you.
I learned it's best to always give a lady a choice.
- Do you have more of this? - Indeed. Back at my camp.
Do you require it regularly?
W--I don't use it myself, if that's what you mean.
Though I have.
I took a musket ball in my left leg some time ago.
Shattered the bone. Great deal of pain.
But I have since weaned myself.
Do you, um, require it regularly?
The relief of pain is
one of the more important things I can give people
who come to see me.
Lord knows that I can't offer many a cure.
Well, that's a rather remarkable statement.
Most in your profession seem to promise cure
to nearly everyone.
Well, I mightn't admit it to my patient,
but it's as well to know one's limits.
Do you think so?
Do you not think that the admission of such limits
might, in fact, prevent one from accomplishing
all that is possible
because one assumes something is not possible?
You know, it might.
I supposed if we didn't believe
that we could accomplish things beyond reasonable expectation,
well, then...
...I'm not sure any of us would be here.
Sassenach.
- Sir. - Colonel.
Your wife and I have just been discussing
the philosophy of endeavor.
What do you say?
Does a wise man know his limits
or a bold one deny them?
Well, I've heard it said that a man's reach
must exceed his grasp,
or what's a heaven for?
Well, that is splendid.
Do you recall where you heard it?
Eh... a poet...
...I believe.
That's right.
Though, um, I can't seem to recall his name.
It is a perfectly expressed sentiment.
Well, in any event... cinchona bark.
Thank you for the trade, Mr.--
I'm sorry, I-I don't know your rank.
Oh, no, my apologies, Mrs. Fraser.
What must you think of a man who bursts into your presence
and fails to introduce himself?
Major General Benedict Arnold.
Your servant, ma'am.
Sir.
I ken I shouldn't have quoted a poem
that's not yet been written.
Are ye well, Claire?
You look like yer about to fall over.
I might.
Will thee pray for me, brother?
I fear I'm in great danger.
Indeed thee is.
Though I am in doubt that prayer will aid thee much.
What, does thee have no faith left in God?
Oh, endless faith in God.
In thee? Not quite so much.
Even less in Ian Murray.
How did thee know?
I saw him leave earlier.
And he saw me, though pretended not to.
What did he say to thee?
Nothing.
Not much.
He said...
he said that I was in love with him.
And is thee?
How could I be in love with such a man?
If thee were not...
I do not think thee would be asking me to pray.
I will tell him never to speak to thee again
if thee wishes it.
Or if thee prefers,
I can assure him thy affection is only that of a friend.
Are those the only alternatives thee sees?
I have been put out of meeting, sissy, thee has not.
But to marry such a man as Ian Murray...
...no meeting would accept it.
He's an American through and through
and a brilliant soldier.
Well, everyone likes him, save Granny Gates.
There's bad blood between them.
Over what, I dinna ken,
but the men would follow him anywhere.
At some point, he'll become disillusioned
and decide to switch sides.
He'll start making overtures to the British.
For an American general to turn his coat,
it's unthinkable.
His name will become synonymous with being a traitor.
Two hundred years from now, if somebody betrays you,
you call them a Benedict Arnold.
It's all he'll ever be remembered for.
We must let it happen?
All I know is he does this...
and we win.
And if he doesn't...
When?
When will he do it?
That's the problem. I have no idea.
Tonight we have good news.
"Well, what news, Daniel Morgan?"
Well, I will tell you.
From Major General Gates...
"Today we have learned
"of a great righting of wrongs.
Colonel John Brown has retaken Sugar Loaf"...
..."which... the British
now call Mount Defiance."
"A poor choice of name,
as they were unable to defy our advances."
"Though he did not recapture Ticonderoga itself,
"Colonel Brown apprehended a dozen British officers
"and 140 British infantry.
"And freed...
119 of our own from captivity."
And why,
oh, why do we hate
the British, friends?
I can guess what's comin'.
I heard it a week ago. Saw it, too.
Saw what?
The British army did that.
To one of their own, mind you.
My crime?
An officer struck me...
and I fought back!
See, they don't like that...
fighting back.
Gave me 499 lashes.
I counted.
Supposed to give me 500, but he missed one.
I didn't inform him of it.
Does he know?
I think he can sense in me a kindred spirit.
But, no.
No, he doesna ken we're kindred of flesh as well.
Halt!
That's it!
Make 'em fear for their skulls.
Shoot the generals, boys.
Don't you see who that is? It's Simon Fraser.
Shoot him!
God's blood. Cousin.
For King and country!
King and country!
General Arnold is right.
I admire and respect General Fraser,
but it is necessary that he should die.
Damn your eyes for a crew of blind men!
Colonel!
Shoot him, why don't you?
Fire!
Fire.
I got him!
Follow me, boys! To the redoubt!
Pull back!
Follow that goddamn fool.
He'll win us this battle, if he survives it.
To the redoubt! To the redoubt!
With me!
William!
Colonel!
Aah!
I've set your leg as best I can.
The carriage will take you
to the general hospital in Albany.
It's the same leg where I was hit before.
I wish it had been my heart.
Here, take some more laudanum.
I'd be a martyr, then.
I'd be remembered.
You will be remembered.
As it is...
Gates will tell the story of the battle,
and he will leave me out of it as he has always done.
It's a conscious omission
of merit, of fact.
He robs me
of honor and promotion.
Can I be blamed for hating the man?
Mistress Fraser...
I do not know you well,
but I ask you...
am I wrong to begrudge him this offense?
No.
No, you're not wrong.
You answered him true.
He's as brave a leader as any I've seen.
I hope it wasn't a huge mistake.
Jamie.
I saw him, Claire.
I saw my son.
And?
I nearly shot him.
He was unharmed
when last I laid eyes upon him.
Well, the fighting's over now.
How long till the British surrender is finalized?
Days...
certainly.
The terms must be negotiated.
And I will sleep and not get up until they are.
Colonel Fraser, may I enter?
Aye. Enter.
I am here under a flag of truce.
Speak freely.
You are requested in the British camp, sir.
General Simon Fraser has learned of your presence
and wishes to see you...
...before it is too late.
Will you come?
Aye.
My wife and I will come.
Thank you.
I will accompany you.
Your kinsman has arrived, sir.
He hasn't long.
I'm so sorry, Jamie.
I must have eaten something that disagreed with me.
'Tis gladness to see you once more
on this earth.
Ah...
When last I saw you,
we were lads...
...running after the older boys
with shinty sticks taller than ourselves.
Ah.
Aye.
Sorry it must come to this...
...away from kin...
...away from Scotland.
I have kin with me now.
And I am content...
to die...
...among my comrades.
Mistress Fraser.
William.
Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.
I'm glad to find you well.
And you.
Are you going in?
I have said my goodbyes.
Your husband is here, I presume,
the brigadier's cousin?
To see him before...
Yes.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
Or did you mean the battle?
War is a terrible business, William...
no matter who wins.
That's the part no one tells you about.
I am beginning to see that.
I gather you've seen a great deal of war, then,
Mistress Fraser.
More than might seem possible.
He's gone.
William's here.
Where is your hat, Ellesmere?
Apologies, sir.
Some rebel whoreson shot if off my head.
Good God, man. Lucky you weren't killed.
I, uh...
...believe I owe you a hat...
...sir.
Evidently that was the rebel whoreson
who deprived you of your hat.
Very decent of him.
Why did you do that?
Because, Claire...
for the second time in his life,
I've come within an inch of shooting my son.
The first was the night of his birth.
And I thought all at once,
"What if I dinna miss a third time?"
I thought I must at least...
try to speak to him once...
as a man...
...in case it was my only chance.
Well, put it on, then, Captain.
We must show a good example to the men, you know?
Captain?
General Fraser wanted you made captain after the first battle.
Should have been done then, but--
Well, General Burgoyne signed the order this evening.
Did he know?
That it'd been done?
Yes, I told him.
God, it's cold.
No, don't.
The donor of your hat, James Fraser,
said we must leave it open--
some Highland fancy about the soul requiring an exit.
Impressive gentleman, the brigadier's kinsman.
Indeed.
Burgoyne's men are to ground their weapons
on the banks of the Hudson, sail for England.
The only condition of the surrender
is that they must never fight in this war again.
So William's safe.
Aye.
Colonel Fraser.
General Gates, sir.
A word with you, Colonel.
Of course.
I require a favor of you.
With pleasure, sir.
I gather you've heard
that terms of surrender have been reached--
generous terms, I think you will agree.
Very generous indeed, sir.
There is one additional request from Burgoyne
before he will agree to sign the capitulation.
They tell me you are a cousin to General Simon Fraser.
Aye.
The general had at one time expressed
that should he die abroad
that he wished to be taken back to Scotland,
that he might lie at peace there.
You want me to take Simon's body to Scotland?
Yes.
It is Burgoyne's last stipulation.
He says the general was much beloved by his men,
and knowing his wish is fulfilled
will reconcile them to leaving the war,
as they will not feel they are abandoning him.
Has any provision been made
for my returning to Scotland, sir?
There is a blockade.
You will be transported...
with your wife on one of His Majesty's ships.
Have I your agreement, Colonel Fraser?
We're leavin' the war.
It's only a year later than we hoped, but...
we're getting our wish, Sassenach.
We're going to Scotland.
Scotland?
Aye.
It's so far away.
The voyage will be long and difficult, I imagine.
Aye.
But go I must...
to honor a promise I made long ago.
We must indeed honor our promises.
I've one to ask of you as well.
Will you watch over Rollo for me?
Of course I will.
Not only because I adore him...
but because it means thee will return.
The army is marching south.
Thee may find me at Valley Forge, I am told.
Take this.
He'll be cold.
I love you.
I will find him, Bree.
I'll bring him home.
Go.
Bye, Daddy.
Good day to thee.
Ye have a handsome hound.
I thank thee, but he's not mine.
His master has gone abroad.
I'm only looking after him until he returns.
He likes thee.
He doesn't do that with everyone.
Yer friend must love you very much
to entrust you with his dog.
I hope he'll return to you soon.
I miss my dog.
I'm sure he's much happier on dry land with Rachel.
Hmm. I'd sell my soul to be on dry land.
Do you want to try the needles again?
We are the representation of the dignity...
...of the American cause
on this ship.
I'll not walk around lookin' like a porcupine.
Was it the dignity of the American cause
I saw earlier puking his hardtack
into the Irish Sea?
It was, aye.
Is that what I think it is?
Land ho!
Scotland.