Outlander (2014) s03e06 Episode Script

A. Malcolm

1 - CLAIRE: Previously - Come with me through the stones.
No, I can't.
My destiny lies on Culloden Moor.
So if our first theory is correct, Jamie's alive 20 years after Culloden, so 1766.
I found him.
"Freedom and whisky gang thegither.
" Only someone with knowledge of the future could have quoted lines that hadn't been written yet.
Have a look at the printer's name Alexander Malcolm.
Alexander Malcolm? This is Jamie.
You can go back.
We all have our secrets.
Anyone with half an eye can see it.
It won't be long before Young Willie sees it himself.
If I go, we may never see each other again.
Can you live with that? 'Cause I don't know if I can.
BRIANNA: You gave Jamie up for me.
Now I have to give him back to you.
There.
Cannot have you strolling along High Street with your stock half done.
Well ye have the advantage of peering directly at it.
Or perhaps it takes a woman's touch to do things properly.
I'll no argue that matter.
A wise man.
(LIGHT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) Morning.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (BELLS TINKLING) (CLATTER IN THE DISTANCE) (MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - MAN: He's coming.
- (MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) Ye can come out.
The stench of seaweed and whisky betrayed ye.
Not to worry, Mac Dubh.
It's just us.
HAYES: Young Ian said we could sleep here last night.
We lost our beds at the boarding house.
Been sleeping in a cosh down near the docks.
Ye didn't come in the front door, did ye? HAYES: I told ye he'd be upset wi' us.
I told ye not to be seen here in daylight.
This business can't afford to be associated - with the likes of you.
- Dinna fash, Mac Dubh.
We come when it was pitch black ootside.
None save an owl coulda recognized us.
Well, since ye're here, ye can make yerselves useful.
These are to go to Arbroath.
(GRUNTS) The owner of The Three Thistles is a papist.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) Deliver these to him.
JAMIE: Once you've handed them over, dinna linger about to judge the quality of the local women or drink.
- Eh, we didna plan to.
- Ye did plan to.
That's why I told ye not to do it.
- Ye dinna trust us, Mac Dubh? - Ah.
I trust ye wi' my life.
Trouble is, I dinna trust you wi' yer own.
Be mindful.
These are naught but treason.
Caught, and your necks are in ropes.
GEORDIE: I see the riffraff's here again.
A pleasant morning to ye, Geordie.
That boil on your neck's getting larger.
Ye might want to have that lanced before ye ignite the next plague.
- (LAUGHTER) - It's a goiter, and it's not infectious.
Ooh! Appears you have a small child hanging - on yer evvera word.
- (LAUGHTER) Since I am in yer service, I must come here, but must I also be subjected to yer cohorts' ridicule? No.
No, yer right.
- We mean ne harm by it.
- Aye.
- Just means we're fond of ye, is all.
- Oh, well, pardon me if I don't welcome that sort of amity.
JAMIE: Out the back.
Be quick about it.
- Before any customers arrive.
- Aye, Mac Dubh.
(DOOR OPENS) Before ye start yer day, Geordie, need more soda ash for the presses.
Of course.
Perhaps this evening, before I leave for the day, you might share any chores or errands ye care to have done so I can carry them out on my way into the shop.
So I'm no retraveling my steps.
(CREAKING) (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (DOOR OPENS, BELLS TINKLING) That you, Geordie? - Took ye long enough.
- (DOOR CLOSES) Where'd you go to get the ash? All the way to Glasgow? CLAIRE: It isn't Geordie.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) It's me Claire.
(INSTRUMENTAL CRESCENDO) (INSTRUMENTAL SWELL) WOMAN: 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 (INSTRUMENTAL THEME) (SPEAKING GAELIC) You're real.
So are you.
(GASPS) I thought you were dead.
Claire (CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLES) (GRUNTS) Oh.
Uh, what is it? I thought I'd lost hold altogether and pissed myself, but it's all right.
Just spilled the alepot again.
(GRUNTS, SIGHS) Do you mind? Uh It's all right.
We are married.
At least, I-I suppose we are.
Aye.
We are.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) I never took it off.
(BREATHING SHAKILY) I want I would very much like to kiss you.
May I? Yes.
I havena done this in a very long time.
(INSTRUMENTAL CRESCENDO) I saw you so many times.
Ye came to me so often When I dream sometimes When I was in a fever.
I was so afraid and so lonely, I knew I must die.
Whenever I needed you, I would see you smiling your hair curled around your face.
You never touched (EXHALES SOFTLY) I can touch you now.
Do not be afraid.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) (SNIFFLES) There's the two of us now.
GEORDIE: I quit! I'm Free Church.
Working for a papist is one thing, but working for an immoral papist is another.
Geordie Do as you like wi' yer own soul, man, but if it's come to orgies in the shop, it's come too far.
(BELL TOLLING IN THE DISTANCE) Oh, God's tooth.
It's not even noon.
(TOLLING CONTINUES) (DOOR OPENS, BELLS TINKLING) (CHUCKLES) I hope I haven't caused you trouble.
Oh, he'll come back.
He lives across the way.
I'll explain it to him.
(SIGHS) God knows how.
(CHUCKLES) Do you have another pair of trousers? Oh.
(CHUCKLES) Aye.
In the back.
Come wi' me? If ye dinna think it immoral.
(CHUCKLES) (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) It's, uh (TROUSERS RUSTLING) It's very fine to see you again, Claire.
I never thought that Our child.
Here I thought you'd like to see our daughter.
"Daughter"? (CHUCKLES) Our daughter? She (EXHALES SOFTLY) She she knows? She does.
What the devil? (CHUCKLES) They're photographs.
They're made with something called a camera.
It captures a person's likeness, like painting but with light.
I'm afraid if I'm to see, I'll need these.
Hmm.
Only for reading and such.
For years, I had the eyes of a hawk, but my sight is no what it once was.
Hmm.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) You look as dashing as ever.
I don't look like an old man? Of course not.
I know we've both seen a few years and all that goes with it.
My hair has some gray.
I dyed it.
I wanted to look well, the same as when you last saw me.
Time doesna matter, Sassenach.
Ye will always be beautiful to me.
Now show me my daughter.
(INSTRUMENTAL CRESCENDO) Her name.
(EXHALES SOFTLY) What did you name her? Brianna.
Brianna.
(CHUCKLES) What an awful name for a wee lass.
(CHUCKLES) It's not an awful name.
- It's beautiful.
- Hmm.
I promised you I would name our child after your father, Brian.
Brianna.
(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) Beautiful.
Tell me about her.
What was she like as a wee lass? What did she first say when she learned to speak? "Dog.
" That was her first word.
And "no" was her second one.
Aye.
They learn that one fast.
(BOTH CHUCKLE) CLAIRE: She was such a tiny thing.
She was such a good sleeper.
She used to smile in her sleep just like you.
She has your red hair.
Like her sister Faith.
Yes.
Oh.
(CHUCKLES) CLAIRE: She was seven there.
It was at the graduation My graduation from medical school.
Oh, you're a doctor now? Surgeon.
Oh, you always were one.
Now you have the title to go wi' it.
CLAIRE: This is her at home.
- (JAMIE CHUCKLES) - CLAIRE: And That's her with Smoky, our dog.
- Dog? - JAMIE: What sort of dog is that? - CLAIRE: Newfoundland.
- JAMIE: Ah.
Ah.
JAMIE: Splits wood, does she? - (CHUCKLES) - Well, winters in Boston can be as cold as Scotland, but when it's warm, she likes to swim.
This is one from when we were at the coast during the summer with her friends.
Christ.
Don't tell me she goes swimming in that That rigging and wi Wi' a lad? (CHUCKLES) It's a bikini.
All the girls wear them in 1968.
If it's the bikini, I can assure you It's actually quite modest for the time.
There's something I need to tell you, Claire.
I have a son Willie.
I havena told anyone about him, not even Jenny.
It's It's when I was in England in the service of the Dunsany family.
He I couldna say he was mine.
He's a bastard.
Havena seen him since he was a wee lad.
I never will see him again except perhaps in a portrait like this.
(SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) Did you love his mother? No.
She died in childbirth.
I am guilty of her death Before God.
Perhaps more than that because I did not love her.
What's he like? Your son? Spoiled Stubborn Ill-mannered loud, wi' a wicked temper.
And braw bonny canty and strong.
And yours.
Mine.
I knew when I decided to come back you would have had a life.
Claire did you leave Frank to come here? No.
He died a few years ago.
But when you returned, he took you back? He still loved you? Yes.
What did you tell him about me? Everything.
Then we never spoke about it again.
It was hard for him.
But he loved Brianna, so we made it work.
So you were happy wi' him? I was happy raising Brianna with him.
He was a very good father to her.
(BELL TOLLING IN THE DISTANCE) Christ.
The tavern I forgot.
Forgot what? I meant to be there at 1:00.
Clean went out o' my head.
(GRUNTS) You'll You'll come wi' me? (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) Wild horses couldn't keep me away.
CLAIRE: So after Culloden, Prince Charles spent many years a hunted man.
He actually disguised himself as a woman and escaped to the Isle of Skye until his brother came and rescued him.
So he's all right, then? For present day, yes.
He's alive.
But he won't live a very happy life.
(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION) Claire.
Milady? - CLAIRE: Fergus? - You've returned? Fergus.
It's a miracle.
God has restored you.
Oh, let me look at you.
Oh! Oh, you've grown into such a handsome young man.
Aye.
- I have.
- (CHUCKLING) I thought I was seeing a ghost.
It is really you, then? 'Tis.
What happened? Lost it fighting the redcoats, milady.
Aye, bravely.
Where have you been all these years? We thought you dead.
(CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY) After Culloden, I, um, Well, I thought you were all dead.
And I-I didn't want to bring harm to Lallybroch, being the wife of a traitor, so I left for America.
(CHATTER CONTINUES) (CHUCKLES) I need to speak with you about our friend, Mr.
Willoughby.
Pardon us, milady.
Is milady staying? - With you? - Oh, I dinna ken yet.
Hope so.
What about? Aye.
Aye, I havena had time to think it through.
With Claire back, I'm I'm not sure it's even a concern.
I need to consult Ned Gowan, have him advise me on the law.
Aye.
Now, what's to do with Willoughby? FERGUS: I'm afraid he's been drinking again.
(CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY) MAN: Can I interest you in a pie? Thank you.
Is everything all right? Aye.
It's fine.
An associate of ours has got himself into some trouble.
I'm late to meet someone.
Ah, because of me? No.
Because of me.
I hope Fergus wasn't too shocked by my reappearance.
I didn't know what to say.
Well, you, uh, told the truth of it.
You did go to America.
I thought it might be wise to leave out the whole "200 years in the future" part.
Wee transgression.
(CHUCKLES) Where are we going now? The World's End.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) - WOMAN: Give it to me! - (SPEAKING CHINESE) - Give it - (SPEAKING CHINESE) (GRUNTS) Please tell me that is not Mr.
Willoughby? I would, Sassenach, but I would have to lie to ye.
- Willoughby? - (GRUNTS) What have you got yourself into? (SPEAKING CHINESE) He licked my elbow! He said he just wanted to rub it.
I told him it'd cost a penny a minute.
Then he just up an' licked it! An' without paying additionally.
JAMIE: Your payment In full.
(COINS JINGLE) (UPBEAT FIDDLE MUSIC) - Hello, I'm Claire Ran - Malcolm.
My wife.
Wife? This is Mr.
Willoughby, my, uh associate.
A pleasure, Madame Malcolm.
JAMIE: Would ye mind waiting here? Must attend to that business I spoke of.
I'll be in the back just there.
- Course.
- I'll no be long.
JAMIE: Sit and behave.
Look after my wife.
Of course.
(CHATTER CONTINUES) I assume Mr.
Willoughby is not your real name.
No.
Yi Tien Cho.
It means "leans against heaven.
" That's lovely.
Why don't you use that name? Yi Tien Cho sounds very much like a coarse Gaelic word, so your husband thought Willoughby would do better.
I see.
(MUSIC FADES) Do you suppose I enjoy idling in dank rooms in unsavory establishments? I canna say what you enjoy.
I should say not, being unsavory yourself.
(COINS JINGLE) Seems a trifle light, Mr.
Malcolm.
'Tis the amount we settled upon.
At the outset, perhaps, but there is word you have branched out from the High Street, as far as Arbroath and Dundee.
With that comes further tax.
I can assure you I only sell the agreed amount.
Forgive my impertinence, Mr.
Malcolm, if I cannot rely on your word.
I will expect a 25% increase at our next meeting.
And ye'll be disappointed.
I only sell on the High Street.
We shall see, Mr.
Malcolm.
(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) WILLOUGHBY: After that, he gave me food and work.
If not for him, I could've died.
Jamie is true friend.
I owe him my life.
We should go, Sassenach.
Mr.
Willoughby was just telling me how he stowed away on a ship from China, and that when he got here, he he was starving and almost died until you saved him.
(CHATTER CONTINUES) Aye.
He was a very interesting man.
Well, I hope to see you again.
Uh, I would like that, uh, very much.
(SPEAKING CHINESE) - What does that mean? - Honorable wife.
You speak Chinese? I manage to understand a wee bit.
(UPLIFTING MUSIC) My pleasure, Yi Tien Cho.
(SPEAKING CHINESE) (SOFT MUSIC) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (MOANING AND LAUGHTER) Monsieur Malcolm.
Madame Jeanne.
Monsieur Malcolm, if I might have a word in private with you.
Of course, but first, allow me to introduce my wife.
Madame Malcolm.
Your wife? Monsieur Malcolm, you bring her here? I thought a woman Well enough, but to insult our own jeunes filles is not good, but then a wife? Bonsoir, Madame.
- De même, enchantée.
- Hmm.
Is my room ready, Madame? We shall be spending the night.
Of course.
Pauline? Would you fetch up hot water and fresh linens for Monsieur Malcolm and his, um Wife.
PAULINE: Right away, Madame.
Merci, Madame.
Bonsoir.
Bonsoir.
(INSTRUMENTAL CRESCENDO) JAMIE: I, uh It's no much, but it's convenient.
(MUFFLED MOANING) Take your cloak off, Sassenach.
(MOANING CONTINUES) So, uh (MOANING CONTINUES) You live in a brothel? Aye.
I'm sorry, I knew it wasn't right to bring you here, but we are in need of a hot supper, and it's a good deal more comfortable than my cot at the print shop.
(MOANING CONTINUES) Perhaps it was a poor idea.
We can leave if Why do you have a room in a brothel? Is it because you're such a good customer? Oh, no.
No, I'm not a customer of Madame Jeanne.
She's a customer of mine and a good one.
(FIRE CRACKLING) She keeps a-a room for me because I'm often abroad late, tending to business.
I'd soon have a place I can come to for food and a bed at any hour.
(FIRE CRACKLING) Privacy.
(SCOFFS) Sounds reasonable enough.
Sassenach Why have you come back? Why do you think I've come back? I dinna ken.
You're the mother of my child, and For that alone, I owe you my soul.
But have you come back to be my wife again or only to bring me word of my daughter? I came back now because Before, I I thought you were dead.
I meant to die.
Tried hard enough.
How did you find out I hadna died or where I was? I had some help.
A young historian He tracked you down to Edinburgh, and when I saw "A.
Malcolm," I I thought it might be you.
So I took a chance.
And then ye came back? But still Why? Are you trying to tell me something? Because if so, I I know you have a life now, and perhaps there are other ties or I have burned for you for so long, do ye not know that? But I am no longer the man you once knew.
You and I, we We know each other less than we did when we were first wed.
Do you want me to go? (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) No, I don't want you to go.
But I must know Do you want me? (CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLES) Whoever you are, James Fraser Yes I do want you.
(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) What about you? How do you know what I'm like now? I could be a horrible person for all you know.
Suppose ye might be, at that.
But, d'ye know, Sassenach I dinna think I care.
(INSTRUMENTAL CRESCENDO) Neither do I.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) - PAULINE: Dinner, Mr.
Malcolm.
- (DOOR OPENS) Good evenin' to ye.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Thank you kindly, Pauline.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) - (GLASSES CLINK) - Slangevar.
CLAIRE: We ate slowly, savoring each other as much as the meal before us.
We began reminiscing about our life together those many years ago, then carefully filling in details of our time apart.
We began to know each other again and discover whether we were, in fact, the same two who had once existed as one and whether we might be one again.
After we finished, the same thought was uppermost in both our minds.
It could scarcely be otherwise.
Will ye Will ye come to bed wi' me, then? (CHUCKLES) Yes.
(EXHALES SOFTLY) (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) (BOTH CHUCKLE LIGHTLY) (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) - Where are the laces? - It's a zipper.
You just pull the tab straight down.
(SHUDDERS SOFTLY) (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) You bloody well say something? Christ.
Claire you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
(CHUCKLES) You must really be losing your eyesight.
(CHUCKLES) I want to see you.
Are you as scared as I am? I suppose I must be afraid, aye? Do you remember on our wedding night We were both scared.
- You held my hands.
- (GASPS) Told me it would be easier if we touched.
Aye, when we were wed, I saw ye standing there So bonny in your white shift.
I couldna think of anything but when I could have you alone, naked, next to me.
Do you want me now? Oh, God, yes.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY) (GRUNTS) (BOTH GROAN) Ah.
- Ow! - I'm sorry, have I hurt ye, Claire? I think I've broken my nose.
(GRUNTS) No, ye haven't.
When ye break your nose, it makes a nasty crunching sound and you bleed like a pig.
(BOTH CHUCKLE) It's all right.
(CHUCKLES) (INSTRUMENTAL CRESCENDO) - (GRUNTS) - (GROANS) Sorry.
(LAUGHS) (SIGHS) (EXHALES DEEPLY) (BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY) Do it now.
And don't be gentle.
(MOANS) (GRUNTING) (BOTH MOANING) (MOANING) (GRUNTS) (BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY) Give me your mouth, Sassenach.
(MOANING) (PANTING) Oh, God.
Oh, Claire.
- Oh, Claire.
- (MOANS) (BOTH EXHALING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (BOTH EXHALE DEEPLY) Your breasts are like ivory.
Christ (SIGHS) To touch you, Sassenach You with your skin like White velvet and the sweet long lines of your body.
God.
I couldna look at ye and keep my hands from you nor be near you and not want ye.
Is that how you felt first time we lay together? It's always been forever for me, Sassenach.
Mmm.
It's like riding a bicycle, I suppose.
(CHUCKLES) (CHUCKLES) Did you know that you have more hairs on your chest than you used to? No.
No, I dinna usually count them.
What is a bicycle? I just mean Well, we seemed to remember what to do all right.
Huh.
Did you think we could forget, Sassenach? I may be lacking in practice, but I havena lost all my faculties yet.
(MAN GRUNTS IN THE DISTANCE) (DISTANT LAUGHTER) I should have taken ye to a tavern.
It's all right.
Although I must say, of all the places I imagined being with you again, I never thought of a brothel.
Hmm.
I'm not a saint, Sassenach, but I'm not a pimp either.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE) - Good to hear.
So do you want to tell me what it is that you do, or shall I just run down the list of disreputable possibilities until I come close? Hmm.
What's your best guess? Well You're not just a printer.
Why not? Because you're far too fit.
And most men in their 40s have started to go soft - around the middle - Hmm.
You haven't a spare ounce on you.
Well, that's mostly because I don't have anyone to cook for me.
If you ate in taverns all the time, you wouldna be fat either.
(CHUCKLES) Luckily, it looks like you eat regularly.
(BOTH LAUGHING) Don't try and distract me.
CLAIRE: You don't get muscles like that slaving over a printing press.
You ever worked one, Sassenach? CLAIRE: No.
(BREATHES DEEPLY) I don't suppose you've taken up highway robbery? Hmm.
Guess again.
(CHUCKLES) Kidnapping for ransom.
- Oh.
- Petty thievery? Can't be piracy, and not unless you've gotten over being seasick.
Hmm.
And you were a traitor the last time I knew you, but that doesn't seem like a very profitable way to make a living.
I'm still a traitor (INHALES DEEPLY) Though, uh, havena been convicted.
- Lately.
- "Lately"? I spent several years in prison for treason for The Rising.
Uh, but that was some time back.
I knew that.
And a bit more.
So what is it that you do for a living these days? I am - A printer.
- (LAUGHS) - Uh, and a traitor? - Hmm.
I have fought wi' sword and dirk many times.
The English took them away.
No, the press was a-a weapon into my hands again.
I've been arrested for sedition six times in the past two years (CHUCKLES) And had my premises seized twice though the court wasna able to prove anything.
So what happens to you when they do prove it one of these days? - A likely hanging.
- Oh.
(CHUCKLES) Well, that's a relief.
I did warn ye.
You did.
Do ye want to leave now? I did not come here to make love to you once.
I came back to be with you.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) I canna tell ye What it felt like when I touched ye today And knew you to be real.
To find you again And to lose you You won't lose me Not unless you do something immoral.
What is it? It's just Is there something else you haven't told me? (SIGHS) Well printing seditious pamphlets isn't all that profitable.
(BOTH CHUCKLE) I wouldn't think so.
So what else have you been doing? Wee bit of smuggling on the side.
Smuggling what? Whisky mostly and cognac, brandy some rum now and then, and a wee bit of French wine.
So that's what you meant By Madame Jeanne being a customer? Aye, it works very well.
We store the liquor in a cellar below when it comes in from France.
Some we sell to Madame Jeanne directly and some she keeps for us until we can ship it on.
And and as part of those arrangements, you (GRUNTS SOFTLY) Uh, the answer to what you're thinking, Sassenach is no.
Mind reader, are you? You're thinking do I take out my price in trade, aye? Not that that's any of my business.
Isn't it, then? Is it? Aye.
And you don't With Madame Jeanne? (EXHALES DEEPLY) I don't.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY) (FIRE CRACKLING) CLAIRE: How? Culloden.
(EXHALES SHARPLY) I will never leave you again.
Ye were right to leave.
Ye did it for Brianna.
Ye were a wonderful mother, Claire.
I know it.
Ye gave me a child, Claire.
She is alive safe.
Because of her We will live forever You and I.
(INHALES DEEPLY) (EXHALES DEEPLY) (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (BREATHES DEEPLY) I wanted to see if you were really here.
Maybe I'm a ghost.
(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) I could watch you for hours, Sassenach see how you've changed how you're the same.
Your hair Mo nighean donn.
Ye recall? My brown-haired lass.
Well, yes.
(CHUCKLES) A long time ago, you asked me what it was between us.
I remember.
What it is when I touch you and you lie with me.
I said I didn't know.
I dinna ken either.
I still don't.
Well, it's still there.
Aye? Hmm.
I never thought I'd laugh in a woman's bed again, Sassenach, or even come to one, save as a brute blind with need.
Is that what you'd do when you had the need? (GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) Claire, I I We don't have to rush it.
Are you sure? I only have one question.
(EXHALES SOFTLY) Did you ever fall in love with anyone else - After I left? - No.
No, Sassenach.
I never loved anyone but you.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) PAULINE: Breakfast, Mr.
Malcolm.
Come back later, if you will.
Don't you want to eat? Aye.
(SIGHS) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (LACES GRINDING) (EXHALES) (LACES GRINDING) Where are you going? Go back to sleep, Sassenach.
I have to take care of some business.
I dinna want to leave ye, but I must.
Just to remind ye You're Mrs.
Malcolm here in Edinburgh.
(GRUNTS) Not Fraser.
Understood.
You'll stay here till I return? I'm not likely to go anywhere.
My legs are like Jell-O.
- Jell-O? - Hmm.
Hurry back, soldier.
(GENTLE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) Mmm.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (KNOCK AT DOOR) Jamie? Sorry, mistress.
Are you Mr.
Malcolm's woman? I suppose I am.
Uh, who are you? Ian Murray, mistress.
I'm looking for Mr.
Malcolm.
- But I best be on my way.
- Wait, hold on.
Come in.
Did you say Murray? Are you Jenny and Ian Murray's son? Aye.
- How'd you know? - (CHUCKLES) I knew your parents a very long time ago.
Your uncle and I, we How old are you? I'm 16.
And dinnae worry, I'm old enough to know what sort of a place this is Meaning no offense to you, of course, mistress.
(CHUCKLES) There's none taken.
Very nice to meet you, Ian.
I am, well I'm your aunt, Claire.
But - You're dead.
- (CHUCKLES) Well, not yet.
You know, some of the auld women at Lallybroch used to say you were a wise woman, a white lady.
- Oh.
- Or maybe even a fairy.
They say as how, when Uncle Jamie came home from Culloden without you, that maybe ye'd gone back to where ye came from Back to the fairies.
Is that true? - D'ye live in a dun? - (CHUCKLES) No.
I was in the Colonies.
I went there after I thought Jamie had died at Culloden.
Huh.
So you've come back to him? I have.
Well, very pleased to meet you, Uncle Jamie's wife.
When ye see him, will ye tell him I'm looking for him? I will.
(DOOR CLOSES) (CHUCKLES LIGHTLY) (LIGHT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION AND LAUGHTER) Dinna be shy.
Sit and join us.
Thank you.
You're the new lass, eh? Wee bit older than Madame usually takes on.
She likes them no more than 5 and 20, but I'm sure you'll do fine.
Oh, she's got good skin and nice bubbies.
Here's us going on.
What's your name, dearie? - Claire.
- Well, I'm Dorcas.
And that's Peggy and Mollie.
- Hello.
- Hmm.
Ye ye look famished.
Eat something, then we can get to know ye.
CLAIRE: Thank you.
Had a rough one for yer first, aye? - I'm not - Your neck.
It's red.
An' by the manner ye walked in here, a bit sore between the legs as well? - (ALL CHUCKLING) - Oh, look, she's blushing.
You are a fresh one, aren't you? DORCAS: Never mind.
After breakfast, I'll show you were the tubs are, and you can soak your parts in warm water.
Be good as new for tonight.
Make sure ye show her the jars of sweet herbs.
Put them in the water.
Madame Jeanne likes us to smell sweet.
And a warm bath after helps stop a bairn from coming.
Well, actually, mugwort is very effective - in stopping pregnancy.
- (ALL LAUGHING) If there's one thing we ken, dearie, it's how to steer clear of a kitling.
The girls use a bit of sponge dipped in vinegar or a wee bit o' wine in a pinch.
You stick that way up ye nether mouth, ye'll no get a squeaker.
- Hmm.
- (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES) - (MUFFLED CHATTER) - (SIGHS) An early customer.
I hate it when they come during breakfast.
Ye canna digest yer food properly.
Well, ye needne worry, Mollie.
Claire'll have to take him.
Newest girl takes the ones no one wants.
(LIGHT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) Ye put your finger up his bum.
That'll get him off faster than anything.
I'll save a bannock for ye.
Thank you.
Madame, and what are you doing here? Eating.
Did no one bring you food this morning? Well, um, no Merde.
I'm so sorry.
I will have that worthless maid flayed for this.
Oh, it's quite all right.
I was actually having a lovely chat with the ladies.
If you please.
I will have the rest of your meal sent up to you.
Hmm.
It's all right.
I've had enough.
Mmm.
It's nice to meet you all.
And thanks for the tip.
(SNAPS FINGERS) (DOOR OPENS) (FIRE CRACKLING) (RUSTLING) (GASPS) Who the hell are you? None of your concern.
You need to leave.
No whore tells me what to do.
Now, when I'm finished looking for what I'm looking for, you can earn some coin.
Wait on the bed.
I think you're mistaken.
I don't work here.
This is my husband's room.
(SCOFFS) Husband? Is that so? Then you can tell me where he keeps his ledgers.
(TENSE INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC) I have no idea.
Maybe if I fuck you, it'll jar your memory.
(TENSE CRESCENDO) Just get out! (GASPING)