Outlander (2014) s07e06 Episode Script

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[CLAIRE] Previously…
This is Mrs. MacKenzie.
Your new plant inspector.
Rob Cameron.
[MUFFLED WHOOSHING]
[PANTS]
She saw someone outside and was scared.
It was the Nuckelavee.
Deliver these letters
with the utmost discretion.
You're lucky I found you when I did.
My name is Ian Murray.
This is William Ransom.
He's been injured.
Claire Fraser is thy aunt?
We've been working closely with her.
- Suppose I'll be seeing more of you.
- Suppose so.
She grabbed me by the ear and said,
"In this classroom, we speak English."
- Why is it bad to speak Gaelic?
- It's not.
We have to evacuate.
I think I can walk
with a little support.
I'm so sorry, but it's too soon.
The sutures won't hold.
[JAMIE] British are short on food.
They dinna have supplies
to wait for a surrender.
They'll need to take the fort by force.
[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 ♪
Sing me a song ♪
Of a lass that is gone ♪
Say, could that lass ♪
Be I? ♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Private, where might I find
General Simon Fraser?
The brigadier? I believe
he's up in the battlements,
surveying the spoils of victory.
[RANSOM] I encountered difficulties
while undertaking duties
for Captain Richardson.
But I reached General Burgoyne
at Fort Crown Point,
and he ordered me to report
to your fort command, sir.
The captain will be
with us shortly, I believe.
Very good, sir.
I only wish I'd arrived in time
to assist you in the battle
for the fort.
Hardly a battle.
Not a single shot was fired.
In fact, the Rebels were so eager
to rid themselves of the place,
they left us their cannon
as a parting gift.
But if it's a battle you're after,
Lieutenant,
you've no' long to wait.
Burgoyne has ordered us
to garrison the fort
and then pursue the Rebels south,
meet up with General Howe's men.
Howe is in the city of New York.
If he marches north…
We plan to cut off their Northern Army,
isolate New England from the colonies.
Very perceptive.
But then I'd expect no less
from the son of Lord John Grey.
Eh?
[CANNONS FIRING IN DISTANCE]
[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]
Jamie, I don't think
many of these people
will be able to make it far on foot.
No choice.
The gunfire is coming
from the portage point down the lake.
We can't defend
if the British have beaten us there.
It'd be safer if we make our way inland
in small groups.
I'll join the troops
and march towards Hubbardton.
Shouldn't be more
than a day or two away.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Dinna fash, Sassenach.
If anyone's legs willna carry them,
I will.
I'll have Ian go ahead and find a path.
Come now. It's time to go.
Here. Take hold of my arm,
I'll steady thee.
That Indian, we can't trust him.
He's leading us into a trap
to the other savages.
He'll kill us all.
Calm thyself.
Thee has no cause for alarm.
I won't let him take me alive.
He'll skin me while I yet draw breath.
He'll do nothing of the kind.
That is Ian. I know him.
He's as gentle as a lamb.
He's trying to help us.
Are you certain?
I trust him completely.
Come now.
Mrs. Raven.
Jamie.
These people need rest.
We should find somewhere
to camp for the night.
Aye.
[INDIANS ULULATING]
Indians! We'll all be killed!
Quiet.
They may not have seen us. Not yet.
Everyone off the road.
[CLAIRE] Come this way.
Stay out of sight.
Stick together.
[ULULATING CONTINUES]
It's just as I suspected.
Redcoats, running alongside the road,
pretending to be Indians.
Trying to scare us
into revealing our position.
Almost worked.
You and the Hunters, take these folks
deeper into the woods.
My men will stay with you.
Ian and I will draw the soldiers away.
Rachel, Denzell,
let's get everybody this way.
Quiet.
- Have you seen Mrs. Raven?
- Not since…
We were walking together
when the screaming started.
She was muttering something,
not wanting them to take her.
I tried to soothe her,
but Tommy started crying…
Where did you last see her?
All right, follow the others.
I was sorry to have to do it,
but I hadn't a choice, really.
I've got to support
the authority of my teachers,
or the whole place goes to hell.
My son only cursed because
that woman damn near tore his ear off.
And for no crime greater than
saying a few words in Gaelic.
Did Jeremiah tell you
what it was he said?
Not in detail. No.
He called Ms. Glendenning
a haggard old goat-breathed
daughter of a witch.
I can imagine she wasn't impressed.
He'll have had that one
from my father-in-law.
I would never have taught him
that particular phrase.
Ah!
But you do have the Gaelic yourself?
Picked it up working
on the fishing boats
in the Minch when I was younger.
Well, I have had a wee word
with Ms. Glendenning,
but I fear she herself
is just a symptom of a larger problem.
And what's that?
People nowadays are eager
for their children
to speak good English,
get good jobs,
be able to leave the Highlands.
Aye, it's a shame.
The language is our history.
Our culture.
Highlanders have been fighting and dying
for the right to speak Gaelic
since before…
Since before the Rising.
I couldn't agree more.
You're my man.
You were a teacher once, weren't you?
You're passionate about it.
I have been wanting to hold a class
for exactly what you're talking about.
I do have it right. You were a teacher?
Aye.
[RUSTLING]
[GROANS]
I think it's the last one, Uncle.
The others fled.
We best be getting back.
[CLAIRE] Mrs. Raven?
Mrs. Raven?
Mrs. Raven.
[MRS. RAVEN WHIMPERING]
Mrs. Raven, you have to come with me.
You'll be safe back with the others.
No, I'll never be safe.
- They're coming.
- [SHUSHES]
- You have to be quiet. [GASPS]
- [GUNSHOT]
[GASPS] Oh, God.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[MUFFLED SCREAM]
[GUN COCKS]
[JAMIE] Show yourself.
Jamie, it's me. It's Denzell.
What are you doing here?
Where are the others?
Camped safely.
But Mrs. Wellman told me
Claire went to look
for one of her patients.
She never came back.
It's been quite a while,
so I came looking for her.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
Soldiers' boots.
Three or four of them, from this way.
Someone was dragged.
Claire.
They're heading north, towards the fort.
[PRISONERS COUGHING]
[COUGHS]
Sir, may I have some water?
Sir, we need water.
[PRISONERS COUGHING]
May I at least go to the well
and fetch some for the sick?
Madam, my orders
are none of the prisoners
are to leave this area.
Then may I suggest that you
or one of your men go get it.
Or are your orders
to let your prisoners die of thirst?
Walter.
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
Mrs. Fraser. Just couldn't
stay away, could you?
[CHUCKLES]
Where's Big Red? He make it out?
He did.
What on earth are you doing out here?
The British needed a hospital
for their own, I suppose.
But I told them that I was
to be moved with care.
Surgeon's orders.
And they obliged me.
I'm very glad to hear it.
The bandage is dry, which indicates
the wound is healing nicely.
How are you feeling?
[EXHALES HEAVILY] It's not my leg
that's bothering me, ma'am.
It's my chest.
I can't seem to take in enough air.
Let me have a listen.
Take a long, deep breath.
Slow and steady, Walter.
[GRUNTS, COUGHS]
[EXHALES HEAVILY]
When did your symptoms start?
I was feeling good
until a few hours ago.
What is it, Mrs. Fraser?
Could just be mucus in your lungs
from the damp in the air.
Then why do you look more worried now
than when we thought
the British might be firing?
I'm sorry.
It could also be an embolism.
That's where your blood
starts clotting in your lungs.
It can be a complication
after a surgery like your amputation.
[SCOFFS]
That doesn't sound good.
It's not.
That's why I'm going
to keep a close eye on you.
There'll be water here soon,
and I'll try and fetch some herbs
that might help.
Seeing as though I don't have much
to do this afternoon,
I suppose that'll be just fine.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
[CAPTAIN RICHARDSON] Enter.
Captain Richardson. Sir.
Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.
I came as soon as I heard you'd arrived.
I had begun to despair
of ever seeing you again.
Apologies for my tardiness, sir.
Fate conspired to keep me
in Virginia longer than intended.
Then I take it you had ample time
to deliver my message.
Have you any for me in return?
Unfortunately, sir,
the Great Dismal Swamp
deprived me of my horse,
and with it, your correspondence.
And did you have occasion
to look at the message
before it was lost?
Perhaps you attempted
to break the cipher
and commit its contents to memory?
I did not read the message, sir,
as you expressly gave me orders not to.
However,
I did learn something
about its intended recipients.
And what, pray tell, is that?
I've been told that
Samuel Cartwright is a Rebel.
I've since learned
that Henry Carver
and Joshua Harrington are as well.
How do you think
wars are won, Lieutenant?
- With victory on the battlefield, sir.
- Without a doubt.
But how do commanders know
where that battlefield will be?
How do they know the size
and strength of their opponent?
What their opponent's weaknesses are,
how to exploit those weaknesses.
Intelligence.
And my many years
of experience have taught me
that the best intelligence
comes from men the enemy trusts.
So those men are spies.
Eyes and ears for the British cause.
The information in that message
was vitally important for their work.
And because of your misfortunes,
that information did not reach them.
Forgive me, Captain Richardson.
I cannot tell you how sorry I am
to have failed at this mission.
Do you know what else my years
of experience have taught me,
Lieutenant?
No, sir.
War is long.
No doubt an opportunity
for redemption will present itself.
I will be ready when it does, sir.
You have my word.
Very well.
Now, I suggest you reacquaint yourself
with your uniform, Lieutenant.
Your trunk traveled north with my own.
You'll find it in the
officers' quarters.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
[BABY CRYING]
She's hungry.
But my milk, well,
it's not coming as it usually does.
Well, I'm not surprised.
You've hardly had anything
to eat or drink.
That slows your milk.
I need you to drink
as much water as you can.
I'll try and find you some food.
- Here.
- Thank you, ma'am.
Walter.
- [BREATHING HEAVILY]
- This should help.
Thank you, Mrs. Fraser.
[COUGHING]
Sir. Excuse me, sir. Sir!
I must insist,
at the very least that you provide
the basic necessities of care
for your prisoners.
Sir, are you hearing me?
I…
I beg your pardon, madam,
but I believe I know you.
- You're Mistress Fraser, are you not?
- I am.
I am Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.
William Ransom.
I visited your home on Fraser's Ridge
when I was a boy.
You saved my father's life.
William?
You're a Rebel?
Yes.
My husband is a colonel in the militia.
We were separated and I was captured.
Now I wonder if I might ask
for some supplies.
Linens for bandages.
I'll request our regimental surgeon
send some bandages.
And food.
We have a starving baby,
and I fear we're going
to lose some of the sick
if we don't get some food soon.
That may be difficult.
Our supplies are still
two days behind us.
Your compatriots burned
whatever was left in the storehouses.
I'll see what can be done.
Thank you.
If you speak with
your regimental surgeon,
perhaps he could spare
some herbs and medicines.
It would do the world of good.
Your servant, madam.
[BRIANNA] You know the buzzing sound,
that feeling it gives you in your bones.
That's what I felt in the tunnel
before I found my way out.
And I saw something, too.
Not stones, but energy. It was like
Wait. Hold on, hold on, Bree.
Okay.
It looked like the way
heat shimmers off of asphalt.
Or water?
Oh, I don't know, it's hard to describe,
but, Roger,
there's something down there.
I wonder.
- The dam's right on the loch, isn't it?
- Yes.
On the east side, toward Pitlochry.
Do you have any sense
of the bearing of the tunnel to the dam?
The blueprints are at the office,
I could check.
But if I remember correctly,
the tunnel runs this way.
We think there's a ley line
from the Achavanich Standing Stones
to the standing stones
at Craigh na Dun, don't we? What if
The same line continues down
toward the Errochty Dam site. Yes.
Maybe the stone circles somehow
interact with ley lines
at certain locations
to create a kind of portal.
That's as good a guess as any.
Well, engineers prefer
the term "working hypothesis."
It's as good
a working hypothesis as any.
I need this in my
Hitchhiker's Guide to Time Travel.
Wait a minute.
That's what you're calling it?
Like the BBC Radio comedy?
Not officially,
but sometimes to myself, for fun.
Uh, Roger, aren't you supposed
to be doing your Gaelic class
in the school at four o'clock?
Oh.
Fucking bollocks.
- Uh, trousers or kilt?
- Uh, kilt.
- Can you help pack my bag?
- Sure.
Uh, under the map.
[BOTH PANTING]
Do you think the British Army
will hang their prisoners?
Aye. They dinna see them
as prisoners of war.
That would mean acknowledging
the sovereignty of America.
Instead, they see us
as traitors to the crown.
Soon as night falls,
I'll find a way into their fort.
Fetch your auntie.
It has to be me, Uncle.
If you get caught, they will hang you.
I willna get caught.
The Mohawk have aligned
with the British.
The guards will think me an ally.
Mohawk or no,
they willna take kindly
if they see you leaving wi' a prisoner.
Uncle, I can do this.
Fine. Agreed.
But maybe there's something I can do
to help draw their eyes away.
I'll be needing to borrow that bow.
We need to collect sticks
to light fires for boiling water,
sterilize the linens.
Now, try up that way.
[MAN] Mistress Fraser,
the bandages you requested,
along with some other supplies.
And I'm told this contains
various and sundry botanicals
that are necessary.
Thank you.
Lieutenant Sandy Hammond, ma'am,
at your service.
The supplies are compliments
of Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.
Duty prevented him
from bringing them himself.
Please relay my utmost gratitude to him.
Do you think we may be able
to get some food?
I doubt it, ma'am.
The lieutenant sent word
to the bakehouse,
but the troops are living off
what they've been carrying.
I'm afraid there's naught to spare
until the supply train arrives.
I'm sorry.
Oh.
Lord Ellesmere said
I was to give you this as well.
He said you looked parched.
Please thank the lieutenant
for the libations.
May I ask,
how did you know who I was?
He said you'd be the curly-wig
giving orders like a sergeant major.
Good luck, ma'am.
[ROGER IN GAELIC] Feasgar math.
Feasgar math.
Jeremiah's da'.
I was born here in the Highlands,
and I'm excited to talk to you today
about the Gaelic.
I know some of you
have heard your older relatives speak it
and may even know
a few words yourselves.
How many of you would like
to learn to curse in Gaelic?
[ALL CHUCKLING]
We don't have bad words in the Gaelic
like there are in the English.
Gaelic cursing is a matter of art.
I once heard a farmer say to a pig
who'd gotten into the mash,
[IN GAELIC] "Gun spreadhadh do mhionnach
tro do bhru's gun
itheadh na feannagan e."
May your intestines
burst through your belly
and be eaten by crows!
[ALL LAUGHING]
Now,
our people
have been speaking Gaelic
since the fourth century.
The fourth century.
That's over 1,500 years ago.
[EXHALES]
How many of you know
what waulking songs are?
It's what the women would sing,
all working together,
kneading the wet wool
to make it waterproof.
Exactly.
That kind of thing shouldn't be lost,
should it?
No.
Then there's the line singing.
And it goes back to
when folks hadn't many books.
You'd have a gathering
or a congregation,
someone would lead a song
and the others would sing it back.
Jemmy, Bobby.
These are hymnals
and folk songs from the 19th century
that my late father,
the Reverend Wakefield, collected.
Give them a wee look
while we try our hand
at some line singing.
When I prompt you,
you do the swan calls.
They sound like this…
Guile gi, guile gi,
guile go, guile go ♪
- Shall we give it a go?
- [ALL] Yes.
[SINGING IN GAELIC]
[ALL] Guile gi, guile gi
Guile go, guile go ♪
[ALL] Guile gi, guile gi
Guile go, guile go ♪
[ALL] Guile gi, guile gi
Guile go, guile go ♪
[WALTER BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
Walter, I need you to drink
as much of this as you can.
[CHOKES]
[SIGHS] What in God's name is that?
It's a tea.
Ginger, garlic and cayenne pepper.
Now, I know it's unpleasant,
but it's the best I can do.
I need to thin your blood
so we can dissolve
the clot in your lungs. Here.
[BREATHING RAGGEDLY]
What I wouldn't give for something
a little stronger.
Well…
[WALTER COUGHING]
Whatever I drink,
it won't likely change
what's going to happen,
will it?
No.
But brandy will help it go down easier.
[COUGHING]
Walter, you told me
you liked to dance, didn't you?
That's how you met your wife.
Think of her.
Now, you think of that
first time you held her in your arms
and you danced together.
[WOMAN] That just warmed my heart.
Ah, it was my pleasure. Thank you.
Ah!
It was wonderful, Roger.
I hope you'll consider
coming back in again for us.
Again?
- Really?
- Mm.
Do you know, if I'm honest,
I have been feeling a bit,
uh, adrift lately.
Teaching today gave me
a nice, um, grounded feeling.
- Is that a yes then?
- You know, I think it is.
Aye.
I'll give you a ring
with some dates and times.
That was great.
Rob Cameron.
Yeah, I know who you are.
You work with my wife at the hydro.
Best inspector we've had in years.
Doesn't take shite from anyone.
No, she doesn't.
I brought my nephew, Bobby,
that wee hooligan over there.
My sister's a widow,
so I pick up the slack wherever I can.
- Well, I'm glad you enjoyed the class.
- Oh, I loved it.
Was really looking forward to reading
the Reverend's old hymnal.
- Did you not get a chance?
- No.
No. I got to read something with
a bit more action instead.
This was with the books
you were handing around.
It looked like it was in there
by mistake, though,
so I took it out.
Writing a novel?
- Fiddling with the idea.
- Aye.
[LAUGHS] I don't know
how that got in the stack.
Well, maybe you'll let me read it
when it's finished.
I'm a great one for the science fiction.
- Well, I have to finish it first.
- Yeah.
Well, I should, uh,
probably grab Jem
and get home to make the dinner.
[CHUCKLING] Wow.
How's that working for you?
[SCOFFS]
Trust me,
what I've got going on in the kitchen
puts Bree to shame.
Fighting words.
Well, I'd love to try a dish sometime.
Never turned down a home-cooked meal.
Well, we should, uh, find a time.
I'm free next week, if that works.
I'll bring the wine.
[CHUCKLING]
- Aye.
- Aye?
- Aye. Sure.
- Perfect.
Well, uh, great. I'll see you soon.
[SIGHS SOFTLY]
Godspeed, Walter.
Line them up on this side.
Mistress Fraser.
Just one moment.
Ian.
Uncle Jamie sent me. We're going
to wait here, and as soon as
Go.
[RANSOM] Mr. Murray!
What in God's name are you doing here?
I'm a scout.
Come from Thayendanegea.
The Mohawk leader you call Joseph Brant.
- Of course. Your people.
- Mm.
It is a fortunate alliance.
- Beneficial for all parties involved.
- Aye. Very fortunate.
As is our meeting like this.
I didn't have the chance to…
[CLEARS THROAT]
I wish to thank you,
both for the money
and for entrusting me to the care
of the exceedingly capable Hunters.
I owe you a great debt, sir,
for saving my life.
Well, I better return to my duties.
Farewell, Mr. Murray.
Mr. Murray.
Did you not mention, when last we met,
that our first encounter
was at Fraser's Ridge?
Aye.
And that you're the nephew
of one James Fraser?
It is a strange coincidence
that we have a Mistress Fraser
in our camp, also of Fraser's Ridge.
- Now I believe that would make her
- His aunt.
You are no scout.
You're a damned liar.
- Are there others?
- It's only me. Come for my aunt.
Mr. Murray, in spite of the fact
that I have caught you
attempting to commit treason,
on my honor, I shall let you go.
- I'm not going without her.
- The lady stays.
She's a prisoner of the King.
William, please.
- [ARROWS THUDDING]
- [MEN SHOUTING, CLAMORING]
- Let my auntie go.
- I cannot.
- I am duty-bound to
- Do you owe me a life or not?
Aye, then. It's hers.
Hardly a question of her life.
You don't suppose we kill women?
I ken very well
what your army is capable of.
General Burgoyne is a gentleman.
As am I.
I won't always remain
in your custody, will I?
What happens when you march out of here?
Where will I be sent? To a prison ship.
Christ, man.
Turn your back for a moment
and we'll trouble you no more.
[SIGHS]
For saving my father's life.
There's a gap in the fence
where they're digging latrine trenches.
- No one will see you go.
- Thank you.
A life for a life, Mr. Murray.
We're quits.
Don't let me see you again.
I may not have a choice.
This way.
[RUSTLING]
Auntie.
[RUSTLING]
Sassenach.
Jamie.
Is it well with you?
- You?
- Well enough now.
Jamie, all those people.
Women and children, I just left them.
I know you, Sassenach.
I ken you did all you could.
Dinna think on it anymore.
- Mrs. Raven, she, uh…
- Aye.
I ken.
Walter Woodcock.
There wasn't anything I could do.
I just sat there and held his hand.
Saved his life only to watch him die.
Sometimes a hand in the dark
is the comfort a man needs
before his soul takes its final journey.
Is that brandy?
Where'd you get it?
Your son.
He gave it to me.
Tell me of him.
Later. When there's time.
- Where are we going?
- South.
[CLAIRE] After a few days' journey,
we rejoined the refugees from the fort
who'd found their way
back to the Continental Army.
Jamie's term of service was almost over,
and we'd be leaving soon for Scotland.
I was told I'd find you here.
Thee has arrived.
How is thy aunt?
Does she need Denzell's assistance?
I believe he's in the infirmary.
I can take you to him.
No. My aunt is well, Bride be thanked.
I dinna need your brother.
I need…
Thee needn't be embarrassed.
I know the reason thee has come.
You do?
Of course.
Thee had hoped to see
thy dearest companion, thy dog.
[WHIMPERS SOFTLY]
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
Aye.
Has he been a good lad?
I've been letting him sleep in with us,
but during the day, he's taken
to following the Wellman boy,
hoping he'll drop his supper.
Well, better keep him close then.
Dinna want him getting us
put out of camp for stealing rations.
That would be most unfortunate.
Dinna fash.
Uncle Jamie's gone out hunting.
I'm sure there'll be enough food
for us, and Rollo.
I hope he wasn't any trouble
to you on the journey.
No. He was quite a comfort
in the woods at night.
Well, if you ever find yourself
unable to sleep at night,
I'll let you take Rollo.
I'm sure he willna mind
keeping you company.
Aren't I the lucky one?
[YOUNG IAN CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
[WHISTLES]
You do that a-purpose?
[JAMIE] Aye. I always shoot 'em
through the eye.
Best place if you dinna want
to spoil the meat.
- And you are?
- James Fraser.
Colonel of Fraser's Irregulars.
I'm Colonel Daniel Morgan.
Commander, Morgan's Rifles.
I'd like you to come with me.
Forgive me. I must speak with
the quartermaster about my tent.
My wife and I have only recently arrived
and have nowhere to lay our heads.
Never mind the quartermaster.
Come with me, I'll be sure
you're well taken care of.
Oh.
And, uh, bring your rifle.
[CLAIRE] Daniel Morgan?
- I recognize that name.
- Yeah.
The skill of his riflemen
is talked of from here to Virginia.
He wants you to become one of them?
But your enlistment's almost finished.
Aye. [BLOWS]
I said yes, Claire.
I ken that means Scotland
will have to wait a while longer.
Canna leave the fight now.
General Gates has taken over
our Northern Army,
gathering troops on the Hudson,
just outside a village called Saratoga.
The British are moving south.
A battle is coming.
The Battle of Saratoga.
Jamie, I don't remember
much of the details,
but this is a turning point
for the American cause.
The battle that draws
the French into the war.
Then you ken why I can't walk away.
I knew you wouldn't.
But if you're going to fight,
then I'm glad that
you've accepted Colonel Morgan's offer.
Aye? Why is that?
By their nature, snipers,
that's what we call riflemen
in the future,
they fight from a distance.
No soldier is safe,
but the further you are
from combat, the better.
I wonder,
why is it that women don't make wars?
You're not made for it, Sassenach.
You don't think women
are just as capable as men
at fighting for what they believe in?
[EXHALES]
No. No, that's not what I mean.
You've proven to me
that they are, Sassenach, many times.
It's just that women
take so much more wi' 'em when you go.
When a man dies, it's only him.
And one is much like another.
Aye, a family needs a man
to feed them, protect them.
Any decent man can do it.
A woman takes a life wi' her
when she goes.
A woman is
possibility.
If you think one man
is just like another,
then I can't agree with you.
Perhaps there is some truth
in what you say.
Maybe it's
the ability to create life
that would make it
that much harder to end it.
Canna say I'm so very much
afraid of dying as I used to be.
I shouldna like it, of course.
But there'd maybe
be less regret about it.
Children are grown.
And grandchildren are thriving.
On the other hand,
while I may be less afraid for myself,
I'm more reluctant to kill young men
who havena yet lived their lives.
Surely you're not going
to assess the ages
of those shooting at you.
Difficult.
I sincerely hope
you don't intend
to let some whippersnapper kill you
just because he hasn't lived a life
as full as yours yet.
No.
I'll kill them.
I'll just mind it more.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
Now,
tell me about William.
Tell me about my son.
He's handsome.
He always has been.
He is thoughtful
and observant,
and he's stubborn.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
But clearly a man of honor.
When he looked at me,
I saw the same kindness in his eyes.
But there was also a fire there.
Fierceness of a Highlander
under all those courtly manners.
[SCOTTISH FOLK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER STEREO]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS]
What do you think you're doing?
[MAN GRUNTS]
[GASPS]
Christ.