- CLAIRE: Previously... - Where will ye go, Nephew?
We'll travel west.
Claire can practice her healing. I can find work as a printer.
Marsali would not be well-suited to a long journey.
- (CHUCKLES) - She is with child.
CLAIRE: I don't want you to live a half-life.
I would lay the world at your feet, Claire...
but I have nothing to give you.
I've heard there are Indians that will cut yer heart from yer chest.
Some can be friendly, and some you'd do well to steer clear of.
(THUNDER CRACKING)
It's a silver filling. He has to be someone like me.
- Will you marry me? - I'm not ready for this.
If you don't care enough to marry me,
then I don't care enough to have ye in my bed.
JAMIE: This must be the most beautiful land I've ever seen.
We'd have to accept Governor Tryon's offer.
- Do ye trust me, Claire? - Always.
WOMAN: (SINGING) 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
(FIRE CRACKLING)
Commendable decision on your part, Mr Fraser.
One I dinna make lightly, Your Excellency.
Of course, what with 10,000 acres of His Majesty's land at your disposal,
a Herculean task lies before you.
A task I welcome, sir.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
A chart of your land.
And my secretary can make arrangements
for Mistress Fraser to be accommodated here at Wilmington
while she awaits establishment of your new home.
JAMIE: It's generous of you to consider her, Your Excellency,
but, uh, she intends to accompany me to help build Fraser's Ridge.
Well then, as you wish.
May God grant you the fortitude to overcome the hardships
you will undoubtedly face in the backcountry.
I assure you, sir,
she has a great deal of fortitude.
She's a healer.
She's seen war and plague.
Couldn't do it without her.
Hmm.
You've found good men willing to settle there also?
I have my best man in Wilmington putting out the word.
Well, I would encourage you to, uh, take your time choosing settlers.
It's very difficult to distinguish friend from foe.
So-called "Regulators" are stirring up trouble in the Piedmont,
pitching themselves against my tax collectors.
Brandy?
Aye.
Hmm.
- Aye, there was talk in the taverns. - Hmm.
Men of shallow understanding,
who believe themselves the sovereign arbiters of right and wrong.
What is wrong is their disorderly conduct
and their continued failure to pay their taxes.
Can your sheriffs not discourage them
from taking matters into their own hands?
Well, I believe that they too are exacerbating matters.
Some have proven to be dishonest.
Taxes are not reaching the treasurers.
I see. I'm sorry to hear it.
It's not your sympathy I want, Mr Fraser.
I meant no... I'm simply grateful.
I gather you have supped with princes and paupers.
I have, Your Excellency.
It's said that the Highlander has much in common with the Indian savage.
Do you think it so?
Savagery can exist in many forms, Your Excellency.
I've witnessed it in both prince and pauper.
Given your own worldly wisdom, I'm sure you'll agree that
those that live in defiance of His Majesty
are no better than barbarians.
And often, the law is not efficient in containing them.
Aye.
Well, there is the law, and there is what is done.
Pleased we understand each other, Mr Fraser.
An agreement with a gentleman is worth its weight in gold,
especially one who knows the world and all of its troubles.
Let's hope the world keeps its troubles to itself, Your Excellency.
I admire your spirit, Mr Fraser.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You're just the type of settler North Carolina needs.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
That's the last of it.
- I'll take those, Auntie. - Oh, thank you, Ian.
(SIGHS) Could I buy some bread, cheese, salt pork to take with us, please?
Aye.
I had a mind to prepare ye a basket of provisions,
only the thought of it...
I can barely speak of a supper
without feeling as queasy as our sail on the Artemis.
You'll have me singing, "Heave away, my Johnny, heave away."
(CHUCKLES)
You should chew peppermint if you can find some.
And eat small meals often, even if you're not hungry.
Hmm.
And what's the matter?
(EXHALES)
I miss my mother.
I ken ye don't care for her and that there's bad blood betwixt ye,
but with a bairn coming...
I wish she was here with me.
It's not unusual to want your mother now.
If there's anything I can do...
That's very kind of ye.
And there is no other healer I'd want by my side if things were to go wrong.
Only there's delivering a bairn, and then there's raising one.
Your mother did a fine job raising you.
And I'm sure you'll do just as well.
JAMIE: Hey, I dinna want any settlers who may cause trouble.
I'll be careful in my selection.
Find Highlanders, if you're able, and the men from Ardsmuir Prison.
They'll be hereabouts. Bring as many as are willing.
I'll look for them, Milord.
I, uh...
I trust things are well for you here.
- You have enough money? - Aye.
You must not worry yourself, Milord.
I've managed some work and with Marsali's sewing,
we've enough for now.
Well, then, the wagon is loaded.
We will write to you the moment our bairn arrives.
YOUNG IAN: And we'll have a fine cabin waiting for you.
Hmm. The three of you can join us.
You have that faraway look in your eye, Sassenach.
Ah, it's nothing. I just--
Marsali...
She's so radiant with child.
She's almost the same age as Brianna.
Sometimes, I...
Well, I worry that I was wrong to leave her.
You know, I don't remember much about my mother.
But I know I missed her dearly when I had Bree.
And now I won't be there for her.
Or a grandchild.
When I...
When I was without you,
I held onto thoughts of your face, your words, your heart.
I clung to those memories when I didn't want to stand
and I was thankful for them when I could.
Our daughter will do the same.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(JAMIE SIGHS)
You go on, Uncle Jamie. I'll be fine.
Aye.
Dinna like heights that much, eh?
CLAIRE: I'll never tire of this view.
If this were a painting,
(SIGHS) people would say it wasn't real, that the artist had imagined it.
JAMIE: Well, we're near enough ye might speak with God himself,
(JAMIE CHUCKLES)
and compliment him on his brush strokes.
He has a certain touch.
YOUNG IAN: Where now, Auntie?
CLAIRE: It's another 100 yards that way.
And then...
Then we have to turn to the south again.
We must have placed 100 posts!
Well, this is ours.
Wondrous, is it not?
"My country, 'tis of thee,
"sweet land of liberty,
"of thee I sing."
Poem from your time?
It's a song called (SIGHS) "America."
It has the same melody as God Save Great George Our King.
(CHUCKLES) You're telling me the Americans
stole it from King George and made it their own?
- (LAUGHS) We did. - Ah.
Heartily applauded, then.
(GRUNTS)
Sing it for me, Sassenach.
(CHUCKLES) No.
When you sing,
all proper and polite like you're in church,
I must confess it makes me wanna do indecent things.
- Like what? - Where to begin?
- Well, the beginning is always nice. - Huh.
Well, maybe I'll press ye up against my--
YOUNG IAN: Uncle Jamie, come here!
(BOTH EXHALE)
JAMIE: They're witness trees. Governor Tryon spoke of them.
They mark the farthest boundary of our land.
This will be a sign to all who pass that they're entering Fraser's Ridge.
CLAIRE: Here.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, Christ.
YOUNG IAN: I wonder what animal left that.
Maybe a raccoon?
Myers told me of such creatures.
It'd take a whole family of raccoons to produce that amount.
No, there are much more dangerous animals
in North Carolina that could claim it.
Wolves?
Certainly none as friendly as Rollo.
(SOFT GROWL)
Lions?
(CHUCKLES) Try not to look so excited.
But, yes, there are mountain lions,
though they call them panthers in these parts.
And there are other wild animals... Bears.
Though it might be a bit late in the year for them.
They hibernate.
They bed down for winter and sleep until spring.
Oh.
(BARKING)
What's got your hackles up?
Is there something behind us?
(GROWLS)
Claire, put the knife in my hand and get behind me.
What do they want, Uncle Jamie?
Suppose we'll find out.
YOUNG IAN: They look like Cherokee.
The ones Myers dealt with seemed friendly.
- I'll go with you. - Dinna move a hair.
Both of you, stay by the rifles.
James Fraser.
I am James Fraser.
PETER: Why is it that grandmothers seem to be
in the habit of dying just when my students have an essay
on the poetry of the First World War to hand in?
(CHUCKLES) Roger?
Hmm?
(EXHALES)
Sorry, Peter. I'm a bit distracted and busy.
Well, old chap, if you foresee an opening
in that chaotic diary of yours,
then join us for a scotch and a smoke.
- Mmm. - Be like old times.
(DOOR CLOSES)
ROGER: "Mount Helicon, now known as Grandfather Mountain,
"settled in the 1770s by Highland Scots.
(GRUNTING)
"One nearby settlement called Fraser's Ridge
"provides yet another example
"of a Scottish name in the surrounding area."
(TREE CREAKING)
Good boy.
"Fraser's Ridge"?
Is that a cabin I see before me?
It will be, aye.
Unless you want to live under moss and grass for the rest of your days.
The front door, I presume?
Aye, facing south.
- Catch the winter sun. - (SIGHS)
- What will that be there? - Hmm.
That will be a shed for meat.
We'll dig a shallow pit at the back,
fill it with embers to smoke what we can.
Then we'll make a rack for drying.
Myers calls it "jerked" meat.
We called it "jerky" in Boston
- and it's damn delicious. - (CHUCKLES)
Ian tied our stores up.
What meat we have will be kept there,
away from animals, till the shed's built.
What will this be?
Well, this...
This will be your wee shed, Sassenach, for your herbs
and physician's knives and such.
And when we have settlers, you can bring patients here,
if you wish.
- You've thought of everything. - Hmm.
Christ, the pole's crooked.
The shed will be too. I canna have a crooked shed.
I hardly think the deer carcasses will mind.
(HAMMERING)
- YOUNG IAN: Uncle Jamie! - (ROLLO BARKING)
Uncle Jamie!
They've returned.
- Get behind me. - (HORSE NEIGHS)
(MEN GRUNTING)
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
Oh, my God.
(BREATH TREMBLES)
(PHONE RINGING)
- Hello? - ROGER: Brianna?
- Roger? - GAYLE: Who is it?
- ROGER: Is it too early? Did I wake you? - No, no, not at all. I'm up.
Gayle and I were just gonna head to a rally in the Common.
(MOUTHING)
(WHISPERS) Roger?
(GASPS)
Oh, my...
How, uh, how are you?
Is everything okay?
Aye, aye. I'm well. And you?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Just busy with school and all.
I was just thinking about you.
You were?
Yeah.
Just... wondering if you had a nice holiday.
Actually, it's next week, but it's not really a holiday.
I'm just heading up to Inverness to get the last of the boxes from the house.
Fiona was kind enough to store them for me.
I, uh...
Brianna...
I have some news about your mother.
- My mother? - Aye.
Remember the wee book you gave me at the festival?
Well, I was flipping through it, and I saw a line...
A single mention, really, about a place called Fraser's Ridge.
So I wrote to the author to find out more.
And?
Claire found Jamie.
They were reunited.
They lived in North Carolina
from about 1768 at a settlement called Fraser's Ridge.
It's not far from Mount Helicon,
which is now called Grandfather Mountain.
The place where the festival was held?
Aye, the same mountain range.
- So they were early Americans? - Aye.
I have here in front of me a land grant showing
Jamie received 10,000 acres from the Governor of North Carolina.
You're kidding.
And a letter from a woman to her family in England
which mentions a James Fraser, and quote, "his wife Claire, a healer."
Bree? Are you... Are you there?
I'm here. I just...
Roger, I cannot tell you what this means to me.
Thank you for looking,
despite everything that happened.
Of course.
Well, I have essays to mark.
Yeah.
Goodbye, Brianna.
Goodbye.
(HORSE NICKERS)
CLAIRE: We could build somewhere else.
We do have 10,000 acres.
(SCOFFS) No.
This is the place.
Close to the stream where the earth is tillable
and we're sheltered from the east wind.
Perhaps we should
move further away from the shared border, then.
Something as small as a wee line on a map didn't stop them today.
If they mean to be rid of us, they'll come,
no matter where we settle on this ridge.
And from what you've told me, there are Indians all over these lands.
So, no matter where we settle, we'll have the same problem.
You remember the skull I showed you, the Indian I saw?
I had thought that perhaps he was the one who led us back to each other,
guided us to this place.
What if it was a warning?
He's someone like me, someone from the future.
What if he knows that something bad happens here?
Ghost or not, Sassenach,
I canna tell you what it is for me to feel the rightness of this place.
Wasn't just your ghost that brought us here.
The mountain spoke to me.
Trouble is,
I canna speak with this tribe, to tell them I mean to honour
the boundary lines, and be a considerate neighbour.
CLAIRE: Mmm-hmm.
Perhaps we should make a gesture of goodwill.
Aye.
I'll speak with John Quincy Myers in the morning.
(ROLLO BARKING)
Shh.
Rollo.
(BARKING CONTINUES)
The Cherokee.
(BREATHES SHAKILY)
Where are they?
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
YOUNG IAN: They took our meat!
They mean for us to starve.
(TWIG SNAPS)
Here.
(RUSTLING)
It's Finley.
(WHIMPERING)
(SHUSHING)
YOUNG IAN: It's all right.
Uncle, look.
This isn't the Cherokee.
This is a bear.
MYERS: A bear a-roaming, eh?
A fearful sight to behold if ever I saw one.
Doing more than roaming. It nearly cost me a horse.
Come to think of it, the Cherokee did tell me
they'd been visited by a Tskili Yona.
- A what? - Tskili Yona.
"Yona" is their word for bear, but "tskili" I'm less familiar with.
I gather it conjures a notion of "wickedness" or "evil."
An evil spirit in the form of a bear, by my reckoning.
They believe it's a, a monster?
They certainly believe it's something more than a mere bear.
You'll take that meat since you lost your provisions.
I didn't come for charity. I came for counsel.
And I'll give you some.
Without food in your bellies, your minds will be empty too.
Huh. Claire tells me it's very tasty.
You'll come by food again soon enough.
Threats from Cherokee, however...
Well, that's a matter that requires more thought.
By returning your boundary posts to you yesterday, they've given you a message.
Hmm.
They didn't get all of them, at least.
I was hoping to make them an offer, but I dinna ken what exactly.
Tobacco is always welcomed.
And you're in luck.
I obtained a goodly amount from your aunt.
I'll be happy to oblige you a portion of it.
I'll only take it if you allow me to repay you.
And I shall take it to them at once, but I dinna ken their customs.
How do you approach them?
When you enter, if you want to greet them with respect,
say, "Siyo ginali."
Siyo ginali.
Though the Cherokee are restless just now, I'm known to them.
Perhaps it's best I take the tobacco to them on your behalf.
Maybe you're right. Thank you, John.
Truth be told, that bear may have been a stroke of fortune.
Put off building your cabin until this matter is resolved.
The Cherokee gave you a warning.
Next time, they might not be so courteous.
YOUNG IAN: Uncle Jamie will be pleased.
It's a good catch, apart from the leviathan that tore through the net.
CLAIRE: Have you mended it yet?
YOUNG IAN: Aye, almost.
- (YOUNG IAN GRUNTS) - CLAIRE: Oh.
Good hand for it.
Well, it's akin to knitting. Ma taught me well.
You have to be wary of your stitches.
Too close together, and you'll soon run out of yarn.
Too far apart,
and you'll be walking around with holes where you dinna want them.
(CHUCKLES) I never learned how to knit.
That canna be. Everyone kens how to click it.
Ah, I can sew a dress or a wound,
but knitting is not something I was ever taught.
What'd you do for winter stockings in Boston, then?
I bought them.
Everyone at Lallybroch knits, from the time they can hold a needle.
- Even Jamie? - Aye.
Uncle Jamie knitted me a fine pair of stockings for my baptism.
I'd be happy to teach you.
When I get my hands on a skein of wool,
I'll have you knitting in no time at all.
For the moment, I'd better get these ready to cook.
Aye.
I'll look in on Finley.
Do you suppose the bear might still be roaming about?
With any luck, he's gone back to sleep,
- though be careful all the same. - Aye. You too.
Come, Rollo. (CLAPS)
A shame we canna eat wood or we'd have our supper.
Well, fortunately, we've plenty of trout.
(JAMIE CHUCKLES)
You ken there are easier ways of catching fish.
With that bear around, I thought I'd see if I remembered how to shoot.
Seems you haven't forgotten much.
I dinna think you packed your powder well enough.
I've always marvelled how soldiers could do that in the heat of battle.
Aye, it's one thing when you've all the time in the world,
but when your enemy's charging at you, it's a different matter entirely.
(WIND BLOWING)
(HEAVY BREATHING)
(ROLLO WHIMPERING)
(BEAR GRUNTS)
Uncle Jamie?
(ROLLO BARKING)
- I don't see it. - Aye.
Maybe we scared it off.
(ROLLO BARKING)
(ROLLO WHIMPERS)
YOUNG IAN: Rollo?
What have you got?
That's human.
(MAN MOANING)
Here!
- Myers. - What's he doing here?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
YOUNG IAN: The bear.
He's been mauled.
Tskili Yona...
WOMAN: Tskili Yona...
(WOMAN SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Tskili Yona.
YOUNG IAN: He looks so pale. CLAIRE: I need my medical kit.
We have to get him back to the shelter now!
Tskili Yona.
Tskili Yona...
(SPEAKS NATIVE LANGUAGE)
He has severe muscle damage. Ian, hold this. Apply pressure.
(PANTING)
(BEAR GRUNTS)
- Where are you going? - It's still close.
You'll get yourself killed.
Well, if I don't go after it, it'll come back.
- I'll go with you. - No.
Stay here and help your auntie. You understand?
Aye.
(RATTLING)
(LOW GROWL)
(BUSHES RUSTLING)
(RATTLING)
(GROWLING CONTINUES)
(BEAR GRUNTS)
CLAIRE: I'm going to have to tie off his blood vessels.
He's been bitten.
Well, what is it?
It wasn't a bear.
- (ROARING) - (GRUNTS)
(YELLS)
(DRUMS BEATING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- (JAMIE GROANS) - (SNARLS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
(GROANS)
(JAMIE YELLS)
(PANTING)
(GROANS)
(JAMIE GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
(GRUNTS)
Siyo ginali.
You killed him?
I did.
Tskili Yona. Tskili Yona.
He's only a man...
not a monster.
Oftentimes, man is monster.
- You knew he was a man? - Yes.
He lived among us. He was once a great warrior.
But no more?
He harmed his woman one year ago.
He laid with her against her wishes.
That is not our way, so he was banished
to live alone in the woods. No Cherokee.
He did not accept this.
He returned to us again and again, but we would not see him.
So he went deep into the woods, and his mind was lost forever.
Took the form of a bear. He became Tskili.
He came to us again this year, destroying shelters, stealing food,
but we could not kill what was already dead to us.
Now there will be no more trouble from him.
And from you?
Will there be trouble for me and my family?
Death follows white men like the Great Spirit follows Aniyunwiya.
I'm not Tskili.
My family and I wish to live peacefully.
I give you my word.
Try to walk a bit every day. It'll help keep your strength up.
I'll do whatever you say, Mistress. I owe you my life.
We all do.
I didn't wish for you to be digging a burying ground
before building your cabin.
You're welcome to remain with us until you're well.
Our chief, Nawohali.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
He prays that no more blood is spilled between us.
That is our wish as well.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
Yona dihi.
"Yona dihi"?
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
It means "bear killer."
That is how you will be known to our people.
"Bear killer"? (CHUCKLES)
Join us.
- Please. - I'm Giduhwa.
This is my husband's grandmother, Adawehi.
I'm Claire.
She had a dream about you.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
The moon was in the water, and you became a white raven.
You flew over the water and swallowed the moon.
The white raven flew back, and laid an egg in the palm of her hand.
The egg split open, and there was a shining stone inside.
She knew this was great magic, that the stone could heal sickness.
She's a healer.
A very powerful healer.
My husband's grandmother says that you have medicine now,
but you will have more.
When your hair is white like snow, you will have wisdom beyond time.
(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)
You must not be troubled. Death is sent from the gods.
It will not be your fault.
I'm not sure I understand.
Come.
ROGER: I think this is the last of them.
Thanks for storing them for me.
What do you think? (GIGGLES)
It's very...
Aye.
So, have you spoken to her?
For all of five minutes a week ago.
- FIONA: It's a start. - (CHUCKLES SHEEPISHLY)
First time since...
Since my proposal, aye.
And? How did it go?
Fine, though I'm not sure if she was happy to hear from me
or if it was the news I'd found that her mother...
Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
Took a trip and found a lost love of hers.
You mean when she went back in time to find Jamie Fraser?
Back in...
(EXHALES) What do you mean?
These walls are not as thick as you think.
I heard you in the study with Claire and Brianna
speaking of the legendary Highlander.
Granny was a caller at the stones. She led the dances.
I ken all the stories of people disappearing.
So you knew? All this time?
Aye.
I suspected that it would take its toll on Brianna...
Parting from her mother.
Aye, she couldn't stop worrying about whether Claire found him,
so I kept looking until I found some proof she had.
Brianna must have been thrilled.
Aye, she was.
I thought it might be a new beginning, or something, but then...
You haven't heard from her.
At least she knows.
What?
I wasn't sure if I should show you.
Granny used to help the Reverend with his research.
I have some of her papers
that I came across when Ernie and I were unpacking.
- ROGER: An obituary? - Aye.
This...
ROGER: "It is with grief that the news is received
"of the deaths by fire of James MacKenzie Fraser
"and his wife in a conflagration that destroyed the home
"on the settlement of Fraser's Ridge."
The date's smudged. 21st of January, 1770-something.
They received the land in 1768.
So that means some time in the next 12 years, they die.
For all we know, they died two years after receiving their land.
They might not have lived to see it become America.
Brianna will be devastated.
I can't tell her.
But shouldn't she know the truth?
Her mother's dead...
She's been dead, Fi, for over 200 years.
Brianna knows that much.
This...
This will just break her heart all over again.
Aye.
I suppose you're right.
(YELPS) What are you doing?
Carrying my wife over the threshold.
And this'll be the door, lined with hides to keep out the cold.
And over here,
we'll have a wee pantry and a hearth, where I'll perform a hearth blessing.
Perhaps you should start sooner rather than later.
- We need all the help we can get. - Hmm.
We'll build shelves for our books, have candles so we can read at night.
We can put a fine table in the middle for our dinners.
And over there will be our bed.
Facing east so we can watch every sunrise.
It's perfect.
(JAMIE SIGHS)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
Hello, this is Roger Wakefield. May I speak with Brianna Randall?
This is Gayle, her roommate.
Is this the Roger?
Uh, it is, aye. Is she at home?
No, no, she's not.
She didn't tell you?
Tell me what?
She went to Scotland.
To Scotland? Why?
To visit her mother.
How long ago?
A couple of weeks ago.
Thought you two would have seen each other by now.
Roger?
Hello?
Um...
Thanks, Gayle. I'll try her again.