Outlander (2014) s03e13 Episode Script

1 CLAIRE: Previously We won't set foot on our shores again without Young Ian.
You canna take me away from my home! ERASMO: He was holding the box.
What should we do with him? DIOGO: Keep him.
The Bakra likes young boys.
GEILLIS: That box once contained three sapphires, and now there are only two.
Then mebbe my uncle took the jewel.
You didn't mean to share that with me, did you? 'Tis the tea you're drinking.
JAMIE: I've accepted Maclver's invitation - to the governor's reception.
- Mr.
Campbell? - And your sister, she's here? - She is.
Wherever did you get that lovely gemstone? I need your sister to do readings for the crowd.
GEILLIS: What do the words mean? A new king will rise in Scotland upon the death of a child that is 200 years old.
FERGUS: Captain Leonard is on the premises.
You are charged with the willful murder of John Barton.
Find Young Ian! 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 CLAIRE: I was dead.
Everything around me was a blinding white, and there was a soft rushing sound, like the wings of angels.
I felt peaceful and bodiless Free of terror, free of rage, filled with a quiet happiness.
[SOFT RINGING.]
[CARRIAGE RATTLING.]
[LOW GRIPPING MUSIC.]
CLAIRE: Hurry! [LOW HUMMING.]
Why are we stopping? [SLAVES HUMMING CONTINUOUSLY.]
[BUILDING PERCUSSIVE MUSIC.]
Which way to the slaves' quarters? Along the path.
Wait for me at the bottom of the road, but if I'm not back by daybreak, inquire after me at the main house.
Yes, Mistress.
Claire's been here.
FERGUS: I had hoped Mr.
Willoughby would be here.
- Harm may have befallen him.
- He's a clever man.
He'll ken how to avoid harm.
There's naught we can do for him.
We dinna ken this island.
It's from Milady.
Milord has been arrested by Captain Leonard.
We must make haste to the Artemis, then.
We'll need help.
No.
There's another way.
I must go now.
Wait here for me.
Fergus Fraser.
I'm yer wife.
I'm coming with you.
[WHISPERING.]
Ian? Ian? Ian? - Ian? - [DOG WHINES.]
Shoo! Shoo! [CHILLING MUSIC.]
[SHOUTING MUTEDLY.]
GEILLIS: Through all your blethering, ye failed to tell me about yer Auntie Claire.
What has she to do with this? It was she who was after the treasure.
- Why? - Perhaps you canna hear properly.
[FORCEFULLY.]
'Twas to pay a debt.
Ye're lying.
She wanted the sapphire.
She learned about the prophecy.
I'm tired of yer blathering.
So leave me be, or get on with it, ye bitch! - [GRUNTS.]
- I swear, I'll gut you! [MUFFLED SCREAMING.]
[WHISPERING.]
Hercules just found someone.
Take him away quickly.
[IAN STRUGGLING.]
CLAIRE: Let go of me! - [GRUNTS.]
- GEILLIS: Hercules! Geillis.
Sorry.
It's late.
My coachman left me at the end of the road, and I got lost trying to find the house.
[SINISTER DISCORDANT MUSIC.]
Ye're welcome any time.
We're friends.
[DARK MUSIC.]
I apologize for my manservant's roughness.
GEILLIS: He must have thought you an intruder.
What brings ye here? Jamie's been arrested.
For what crime? Someone's accused Jamie of murder.
Of course, he's innocent.
Now they're after me as well.
You must be exhausted.
Come sit.
Shame you couldn't have lost your way and found Havana instead.
You are quite droll for a man in irons, Mr.
Fraser.
We did have difficulties making our way here, being quite shorthanded.
But we're here now.
However, that will not be for long.
Once we have provisioned and found proper crew, we will transport you home to face trial.
Halt there, Lieutenant.
[APPREHENSIVE STRING MUSIC.]
We'll be taking Mr.
Fraser into our charge.
By what authority? CAPTAIN LEONAR: Your Excellency, I must respectfully request that you return this man to my custody.
He stands accused of murder and high treason.
A warrant has been issued for him in Scotland, and I am duty-bound to ensure his return there to face trial.
Of course.
May I see the warrant? I don't have it in my possession, your Excellency.
You don't have the warrant? JOHN: Then what do you have, Lieutenant Leonard? [SIGHS.]
Forgive me Captain Leonard.
JOHN: You must excuse my unfamiliarity with the somewhat liberal practices of the naval service, insofar as conferring rank is concerned.
I'm afraid the army takes a somewhat more traditional stance in these matters, preferring to grant a title of command only when it has been earned.
JOHN: Now, as to your request If you are unable to produce the warrant, then what have you to support your claim against this man? Well, surely you must have some evidence to put forward before you dispossess him of his freedom.
A member of my crew encountered this man in Edinburgh while in the service of the Crown and can attest to the incriminating activities he saw there.
JOHN: I see.
Then I presume your witness has made an affidavit and sworn its veracity before a magistrate.
May I see the affidavit? Having only just arrived, I've not yet - had the opportunity - Lieutenant Captain! JOHN: Do you mean to say you have neither warrant nor affidavit to support your claim? Surely you do not mean to arrest a British subject on nothing more than the scurrilous gossip of the lower deck? Your Excellency I am satisfied as to both the validity of the charge and the identity of this man.
And as a senior naval officer on the Porpoise, I am justified under the Articles of War in my desire to take him into custody.
Indeed, Captain were he captured at sea.
However, your authority ends at the water's edge, which is precisely where my authority begins.
And until such time as I am satisfied as to the validity of this alleged warrant, this man will retain his liberty.
- Your Excellency - [SHOUTING.]
Thank you Lieutenant Leonard.
[SIGHS SHARPLY.]
Seems I'm indebted to you yet again For saving my life.
Seems we've been indebted to each other so many times I lost count.
[SOFT VIOLIN MUSIC.]
Until the next time, then.
Good-bye, John.
Good-bye, Jamie.
And Good luck.
CLAIRE: Then Jamie and I arrived here Jamaica.
That's a braw tale.
But ye seem to have omitted one detail.
Why are you here? I just told you.
25 years ago, you dropped out of the sky into my life and now, again, you appear on my doorstep.
Strange how fate keeps bringing us together.
I never met another traveler.
Only you.
[NOSTALGIC WOODWIND MELODY.]
We share a bond something even you and Jamie can't share.
Suppose we do.
I befriended you, and because of that, I let my guard down.
I sacrificed all for you, and still you come into my home and lie to me.
You've been lying since we met.
I'm not lying to you, Geillis.
I now see it was you who poisoned Colum's mind.
Ye turned him against Dougal and against the rising.
Just didn't know how far you'd come to stop me.
Stop you from what? From fighting for a Scot to sit on the throne.
I've done no such thing.
Charles Stuart had his chance.
He's water under the bridge, but I'm not talking about the Bonnie Prince.
I'm talking about the new king.
Geillis [SIGHS.]
I have no idea what you're getting at.
I was just as shocked to see you at the reception Don't play the fool with me, Claire.
You knew full well about the Brahan Seer, and the sapphires, and that I was getting close to freeing my people from the tyrannical rule of the English, and returning my homeland to its former glory, as God meant it! [OMINOUS STRING MUSIC.]
I think I had better leave.
Stop her! Get your hands off me! This isn't Cranesmuir, Claire.
There's no one here to defend you, save the truth.
What is it that you want to hear? Why have you been after me all these years? I haven't even been in this time for the last 20 years.
More lies.
Right before Culloden, I went back to my own time, in 1948.
You'd never leave your beloved Jamie.
Well, I didn't want to.
But he made me leave, because we knew what would happen.
I don't believe you.
Not even war could part the two of ye.
I was pregnant! Pregnant? And ye left your husband? [SCOFFS.]
I had to for the safety of my child.
You know how it was after the '45 The bloodshed, the clearances.
Well, I went back to raise her in my own time, in Boston.
And then, when she was old enough, I returned to find Jamie, but that was a few months ago! So you're claiming you traveled through the stones three times and survived it? I've read better stories in Mills & Boon.
You can have her.
Do what ye will.
Look, I have proof! CLAIRE: Here.
Look.
This is my daughter.
How could I be in these photos if I wasn't telling you the truth? [TENSE STRING MUSIC.]
She looks familiar.
What's her name? Brianna.
You actually met her at the university in Inverness in 1968.
Aye.
I did meet her.
She was at the White Roses rally, later, at the pub.
That was your daughter? And we were there the night that you went through the stones.
That was you shouting my name? I wanted to tell you about what would happen at the witch trial.
I tried to warn you.
- Then you must have seen - Your husband.
Yes.
Well, what was left of him.
He was one of my favorites.
Handsome such a lovely cock.
But a sacrifice is required, Claire, - for the sake of the cause.
- I never needed a sacrifice any time I went through.
Then how did you do it? I don't know.
I think it has something to do with who's on the other side Drawing you to them.
That might be so.
But I'd just as soon have blood.
A girl can't be too careful.
A 200-year-old baby Imagine that.
[SOFT, FOREBODING MUSIC.]
My dear friend, I've acted monstrously.
But you can understand.
Our paths keep crossing so ominously, and well, it frightens me.
Things haven't been easy for me.
It's hard to distinguish friend from foe.
But I now see that we've been brought together by forces more powerful than ourselves.
I shall retire now.
I'll have a servant show you to a guest room, where you can stay as long as you need.
[FAINT DRUMMING MUSIC.]
[GRIPPING VIOLIN MUSIC.]
[DOOR RATTLES.]
[SHARP MUSICAL STING.]
[MUFFLED SHOUTING.]
CLAIRE: Ian? [DOOR THUDDING.]
[METAL CLICKING, DOOR SQUEAKING OPEN.]
- [SHOUTS.]
- JAMIE: Claire! Oh, Christ, how did you Fergus got word to John Grey.
[PANTING.]
Ye all right, Sassenach? Yes, I'm fine.
Geillis has Young Ian! Come on.
[LIVELY DRUMMING MUSIC.]
Which way now, Sassenach? This way towards the drumming.
[BIRDS TWEETING.]
[MAN SHOUTING GUTTURALLY.]
[DRUM MUSIC AND SHOUTING.]
[SHOUTING.]
[MAN CHANTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SLAVES SHOUTING.]
[SHOUTS.]
[MAN SPEAKING RAPIDLY IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
[SHOUTS.]
[FIRE ROARS.]
[BUILDING STRING MUSIC.]
[VIVID ORCHESTRAL MUSIC.]
JAMIE: Claire! [DRUMMING SLOWS, STOPS.]
[RAPID, TENSE MUSIC.]
WILLOUGHBY: Jamie! Willoughby? JAMIE: Willoughby.
They are with me.
[SHOUTS COMMAND IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
What are you doing here? I am with Miss Campbell.
These kind people heard of her gifts, and they asked her to come.
Thank you.
[LIVELY DRUM MUSIC RESTARTS.]
Margaret? She is the first woman to truly see me the man that I am, and I see her.
[SIGHS HAPPILY.]
We wish to be together.
After tonight, we will go to Martinique make a home there.
Have you seen Ian? I have not.
CLAIRE: Well, perhaps Margaret has.
He's with Mrs.
Abernathy.
[SLAVES SHOUTING.]
Margaret.
Mistress.
I was so pleased to see you at the governor's reception.
I'm pleased to see you too.
You seem happier.
Margaret, can you tell us where Mistress Abernathy may be? [DIRE MUSICAL STING.]
I see you in an orchard of death sown with blood.
I see the rabbit.
[EERIE MUSIC.]
Christ.
I see a bird on a windowsill.
He sings to you when you are sorrowful, but you hear him.
[EMOTIONAL MUSIC.]
I knew it was you.
[IN AMERICAN ACCENT.]
My father I've been dreaming about you.
I love you.
You too, Mama! Oh, no the monster Don't let it take me! Help me! Help me! Margaret, Margaret What are you talking about? Abandawe.
You've said that to me before once.
The cave, right? The monster is coming.
Margaret! What have you done to her, you wicked heathen? - You are not welcome here.
- Fine.
We'll be going.
Come, sister.
- [MARGARET SCREAMS.]
- CLAIRE: Mr.
Campbell, please! [CHICKEN CLUCKING.]
[RAPID DRUMMING MUSIC.]
Have you forgotten about our patron, Mistress Abernathy? JAMIE: What have you to do with Mistress Abernathy? This does not concern you! Your patron has taken my nephew.
I know naught of your nephew.
My only interest is the Brahan Seer prophecy and the 200-year-old baby that Mistress Abernathy's pursuing.
- Tell us! - The prophecy states that a new king of Scotland will arise upon the death of a child that's 200 years old on the day it's born.
200-year-old baby - He's not making sense.
- CLAIRE: Bree.
[DRUMMING MUSIC, SLAVES SHOUTING.]
[CHICKEN CLUCKING.]
Jamie! Margaret, we're leaving.
Do you have the other photo? The one with the dog? No.
You are not leaving with her.
I dinna answer to the likes of you.
Margaret, Mistress Abernathy is expecting our services to be rendered.
Do not touch me, Chinaman! I'm Yi Tien Cho.
I know what you've done to her! You are not worthy of this woman.
[SHOUTING.]
[CHICKEN CLUCKING.]
[GASPING THROATILY.]
Geillis must have taken it.
Why would she take it? I told her th-that I had a child in the future Th-that Brianna was yours.
She met her right before Geillis came back through the stones.
She thinks Brianna's the 200-year-old baby.
You'll come with me now.
- Or must I use the stick? - MARGARET: No.
You made me tell fortunes with riddles.
I won't do it anymore! - MARGARET: [SCREAMS.]
- WILLOUGHBY: [SHOUTS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING AND SHOUTING.]
She's going to go back there to Kill her.
We need to find Geillis now.
Oh, there's a place on the island Like Craigh na Dun.
Father Fogden told me about it.
People disappear there.
Abandawe.
Abandawe.
[SLAVES SHOUTING.]
[BOTH SHOUTING.]
[SHOUTS TRIUMPHANTLY.]
[SHOUTS.]
[DRUMMING QUICKENING.]
[EXHALES, SHOUTS.]
Abandawe! Abandawe! Abandawe.
Where? It bad place.
Take us there.
The boy there, he die.
You follow you die.
[SLAVES SHOUTING AND WHISTLING SHARPLY.]
[SHOUTING.]
[FOREBODING STRING MUSIC.]
CLAIRE: That's it.
She's in there.
[DISTANT HUMMING.]
I can hear the hum.
Jamie the portal must be nearby.
If it takes me I may not be able to come back through again.
You ken that if anything should happen to me, you must still follow her.
You must go.
We lost Faith.
We will not lose Brianna.
[STIRRING WOODWIND MUSIC.]
[OMINOUS DRUMMING MUSIC.]
[CRYING OUT SOFTLY.]
Don't worry.
You'll be sacrificed for a great cause.
[SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY.]
So you came, did you? - Ian! - Don't come any closer, fox.
[INTENSE MUSIC.]
Persist, and Hercules will put a bullet in your head.
I only spare ye because Claire is fond of you.
[KNIFE CLANKING.]
- [IAN SCREAMING.]
- CLAIRE: Geillis, don't! [IAN CRYING.]
Geillis! [BOTH GRUNTING.]
Geillis.
A life for a life, sweet Claire.
I saved you from the pyre after the witch trial.
Ye owe me a life.
[PANTING FEARFULLY.]
[CHOKES, SHOUTS.]
He's just a boy.
He's just fodder for my passage.
[CRIES OUT.]
It's your daughter's life ye owe me.
- Geillis.
- I have to, Claire for the greater good.
CLAIRE: It was then I realized that the pool was the portal.
[BOTH GRUNTING, SHOUTING.]
We are the chosen, you and I.
We have a responsibility to change history.
[DETERMINED STRING MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS, CHOKES.]
[CHOKING.]
GEILLIS: I gave up my child for the cause.
You must do the same.
No! [SHOUTS.]
[GRUNTS.]
This is God's will! - No! - [SKIN SQUELCHING.]
[LOW TONAL MUSIC.]
Go.
Go.
You're free.
Uncle Jamie.
[GRUNTING.]
- Come to me.
- IAN: [SOBS SOFTLY.]
JAMIE: There's no reason to be afraid, lad.
[GRIM VIOLIN MUSIC.]
[PORTAL HUMMING LOUDLY.]
JAMIE: Claire? Claire! JAMIE: Claire.
[GASPS SOFTLY.]
- [PANTS.]
- Let's get out of this place.
[HOPEFUL MUSIC.]
[PANTING.]
I knew you'd come, Uncle Jamie.
But ye left it a bit late, aye? I did, then.
I'm sorry, Ian.
[MUSIC SWELLING.]
We're all right now.
Sassenach.
[PANTING SHAKILY.]
JOE: She's from a cave in the Caribbean.
Full grown, maybe late 40s.
CLAIRE: Broken neck.
JOE: More than that.
Somebody tried to cut this lady's head clean off.
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY.]
It's all right.
[SPEAKING GAELIC.]
[SOBBING.]
[EXHALES.]
It's all right.
[SOBBING.]
[SOFT WOODWIND MUSIC.]
We'll rest now.
We must return to the ship.
I told Fergus to gather our belongings, have Lesley and Hayes make ready to sail.
But first, I must hold you both.
[JOYFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC.]
[WIND BLOWING GENTLY.]
CLAIRE: It was very generous of Lord John to use his influence to withdraw the warrant.
Aye it'll be good to return to Scotland, Sassenach.
Mm Be nice to be home.
Aye.
Ah we'll, uh we'll return Ian straight to Jenny.
He might not want to go back, - after all this adventure.
- [CHUCKLES.]
I dinna care if he wants to or not.
I'll deliver him to Lallybroch if I must stuff him into a hogshead.
Don't shave your beard.
Four days' growth since we left Kingston.
Funny.
You have some new white hairs here.
Hm.
Well, it's little wonder if I have.
Surprised I dinna have a full head of white hair, after all I've suffered these past few months.
I like this.
It's different.
- Aye? - Mm-hmm.
How different? When you kiss me against my skin.
[SOFT MUSIC.]
Well, you have very fine skin, Sassenach.
Like pearl.
Indeed, you have a lot of very fine skin, if that's what you had in mind.
That's, uh more or less what I had in mind, yes.
I have given much thought About what I want to do to you when we arrive on dry land.
And what's that? I've considered in great detail what I want to do to you, should I have you naked and willing and no one hearing.
With enough room to serve you suitably.
Well I'm willing.
And there's certainly enough room.
And as for being naked, well Oh.
I'll see to that.
It's all part of the plan.
What's the plan? - Hmm.
- [CLAIRE CHUCKLES.]
I shall take you to some private spot in a heather of some rolling hill, and begin by sitting - beside ye.
- [LAUGHS.]
I suppose that is a beginning.
- Mm-hmm.
- And what then? As for what's next I shall take you on my knee And kiss ye [INHALES DEEPLY, EXHALES.]
So much for step one.
And after that? Then I shall lay you down twist your hair up in my hand taste your mouth throat and bosom with my lips.
[MOANS SOFTLY.]
I shall do that until you start making squeaking noises.
[LAUGHS.]
I do not make "squeaking noises.
" Oh, aye, you do.
Hand me that towel, huh? [GENTLE WOODWIND MUSIC.]
And then Then what? And then [GASPS SOFTLY.]
I shall lay you on your back.
[SIGHS HAPPILY.]
And you might you might moan a bit - if ye like, to encourage me.
- [MOANING.]
Otherwise, you just lay still.
- [EXHALES.]
- Next I shall lie upon my back and have you stretched out at length upon me.
[CHUCKLES.]
So that I can take hold of your buttocks and - fondle them properly.
- [PANTING.]
My God.
You have the roundest ass I've ever seen.
If you wish to kick your legs a bit, or make lewd motions with your hips, and pant in my ear and make those wee noises at any point in the proceedings, I won't have any great objection.
I do not pant - or make "wee noises.
" - [SIGHS.]
Do you not? - Uh-uh.
- Well, then I shall spread open your thighs - [PANTS.]
- Take down my breeks, and [MOANS, PANTS.]
And what? And then we shall see what sort of noises ye dinna make then, Sassenach.
[BOTH PANTING SOFTLY.]
[EXHALES.]
[MOANS.]
[INHALES DEEPLY.]
Cool air will be a blessing after the heat of the island.
Mm-hmm.
[THUNDER RUMBLING.]
- JAMIE: Huh - Hmm? Skies are turning.
[GRUNTING.]
- [GROANING.]
- [MAN SHOUTING.]
[GROANING.]
Steer into the wind! Come on, lad! [WIND WHISTLING, BOAT CREAKING.]
[MAN SHOUTING.]
MAN: We have to hold it steady! [THUNDER CRACKING.]
[ALL SHOUTING.]
- FERGUS: We must help Milord! - MARSALI: Ye'll do as ye're ordered this time! He needs all hands on deck.
Mac Dubh kens what's best! CLAIRE: Yes, he does.
And he wants you all to stay down here! CLAIRE: It's best to let the experienced sailors do their duty.
I don't want to stay below, where I'll be tossed about with no notion of what's happening overhead! You have no choice in the matter, young man.
Stay down here! Well, where are you going, Auntie? I'm still the ship's surgeon! [SHIP CREAKING.]
[WIND WHISTLING.]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
Secure the cargo and get inside! Go, go! [WATER CRASHES.]
[ALL SHOUTING.]
[DEBRIS CLATTERING, WIND WHISTLING.]
[SHIP CREAKING.]
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY.]
JAMIE: Claire! Claire! Jamie! It's too dangerous! Get back below.
I can't hold it! [GROANING.]
MAN: Help me! Let me help you! [GRUNTING.]
[SHOUTING.]
I think it's broken.
Come on, help me get him below.
[MAN SHOUTING.]
[WIND ROARING.]
[WAVES CRASHING.]
[ALL SHOUTING.]
[WOOD CRACKING.]
Claire! [ALL SHOUTING.]
[YELPING.]
- Hold on! - [WOOD SNAPPING.]
[SHOUTING.]
[BOOMING.]
MAN: We're losing her! [SHIP CREAKING LOUDLY.]
It's no use! She's gone broadside! Secure the wheel and help me get the men below! Get below! JAMIE: Everyone, get below deck! - MAN: Everyone, below deck! - Jamie! BAXLEY: Get in, Fraser! JAMIE: I need to get my wife! CLAIRE: Jamie! Claire! [WIND ROARING.]
[SHOUTS.]
Claire! [SHOUTS.]
[WATER CRASHING, WIND ROARING.]
Claire! [WATER BUBBLING.]
CLAIRE: I was dead.
Everything around me was a blinding white.
And there was a soft rushing sound, like the wings of angels.
[TRANQUIL STRING MUSIC.]
I felt peaceful And bodiless free of terror, free of rage filled with a quiet happiness.
[SWELLING MUSIC.]
[HOPEFUL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC.]
[SOFT MUSIC.]
[GASPING.]
Claire Claire! [PANTS, GRUNTS.]
God.
[PANTING.]
Claire! God damn you, Sassenach! If you die here now, I swear I'll kill you.
[GENTLE WOODWIND MUSIC.]
[MUSIC SWELLING.]
[EMOTIONAL ORCHESTRAL MUSIC.]
[WAVES LAPPING GENTLY.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Sassenach - CLAIRE: [COUGHS.]
- JAMIE: [GASPS.]
- [COUGHING.]
- Oh, thank Christ.
[EXHALING.]
Oh oh, I thought you were dead.
I told you I'd never leave you again.
[CHUCKLES.]
Scared me half to death.
Where are we? I dinna ken.
The Artemis? Are you all right, man? [PANTING.]
Aye we we have all our limbs.
You must be from the ship, or what's left of it.
She's run aground on the mud flats four miles south of here.
Are there, uh any survivors? Aye, the folks have gone down to care for them.
What a mercy it is that you were saved.
I've never seen such a dreadful blow this time of year.
I'm Joseph Olivier.
This is my wife Patsy and our daughter.
[PANTS.]
James Fraser and and my, uh my wife Claire.
This, um this may seem strange, but, uh Where are we? We call it Les Perles.
CLAIRE: What we mean to ask is What island is this? You're not on an island at all.
You're on the mainland, on the colony of Georgia.
[JOYFUL STRING MUSIC.]
Georgia? America.
[EXULTANT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC.]