[Claire] Previously...
[Brianna] Where's The Sin Eater? No one's seen him in a while.
Mama!
[Malva] I came and touched him. And then... he took me.
She's with child by someone and no' by me.
[Malva] I've seen the scars on your naked body.
I suppose you could take the bastard for your wife to rear.
Get out.
Do you believe me about Malva?
Yes.
We should set Evan up with Lizzie.
[Roger] If he can get past Josiah and Kezzie Beardsley that is.
[Lionel] Lonely, are you? I'm here.
[knock on door]
[Claire] You come near me or my husband again,
and I will fucking kill you.
[gasps] Oh, no.
I'm standing before you today
to tell you that the devil is real.
They say he comes in the guise of an angel,
but he spoke to me in the guise of a man.
Seduced me.
I lost my innocence.
It was stolen.
Taken by someone I trusted.
Who made promises.
[sobs]
Who was supposed to be kind to me.
My baby will be a bastard in your eyes,
but I hope you can see it in your hearts to treat us kindly.
[theme music playing]
[man singing] ♪ Sing me a song ♪
♪ Of a lad that is gone ♪
♪ Say, could that lad ♪
♪ Be I? ♪
♪ Merry of soul ♪
♪ He sailed on a day ♪
♪ Over the sea ♪
♪ To Skye ♪
[woman singing] ♪ Billow and breeze ♪
♪ Islands and seas ♪
♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪
[both singing] ♪ 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 ♪
[man singing theme song in Gaelic]
[somber music playing]
You didn't see anyone at all?
No.
It doesn't make sense.
You must have seen something or someone.
I was busy in the surgery.
I thought I saw Malva coming towards the house.
She may have knocked, but...
And you didn't answer the door?
Why did you go outside then? With a knife?
It's a pruning knife, for God's sake. I was going to the garden.
What are you implying, lad?
Your wife stands before us, up to her elbows in blood.
I don't think we're implying anything.
I told you.
By the time I found Malva, whoever did this, they were gone.
She was already dead, but I had to try and save the baby.
You believe me, don't you?
Was it swift?
I want to hear it from a healer's lips.
How long would it have taken for her to die?
If you're asking me if she suffered, then...
Tell me. How long?
With the cut to her throat...
it would have been quick.
No time to pray for forgiveness then?
A short prayer that would have made her right with God?
We'll bury them out in the woods.
We will not.
Can't bury a whore and an illegitimate child
beside Godfearing men and women.
- She was your daughter. - He was your bastard son.
He is not.
Whoever he belongs to,
we'll see Malva and your wee grandson laid to rest properly.
Please, Mr. Christie.
What? Have the angels weeping and demons rejoicing
that a sinner has been buried in holy ground?
Over my dead body.
No, over mine.
If Malva and the bairn are to be buried on my ground, at the Ridge,
it'll be after her funeral, in a consecrated grave.
Have I made myself clear?
What are we gonna stand up and say about her, eh?
That Malva Christie
was full of life and light.
That there was a fire in her eyes.
And when I held her tiny baby,
I felt that same light in him.
But...
the state of the body.
I'll take care of her.
We'll gather at the meeting house in a few days.
My son-in-law will lead the service.
[somber music playing]
[inhales]
[breathing heavily]
[Malva] You said it was medicine, but it's not.
It's of the devil.
You're of the devil.
[breathing shakily]
[dramatic music playing]
[knocking at door]
[knocking continues]
[Lionel] Plucked up the courage to kill this one yourself, did you?
You'd best pull yourself together.
We don't want Jamie coming rushing in here to save you.
Because you know something?
He can't save you from yourself.
[breathing heavily]
[cap rattling]
I wouldn't blame you if there's none left.
I think I'll have one as well.
Did you find anything?
No.
Ian's still out searching.
He'll warn Roger, Bree, the settlers,
and Beardsleys should be with him by now too.
I pray to God he finds something.
Who would do something like this?
[footsteps approaching]
Where's that Lizzie to answer the door?
Mr. Crombie's out on the back porch to see you.
He's been poking about the garden. What shall I tell him?
Must have spoken with Tom.
Well, I hope you have an answer for me.
There'll be others asking what's happened as well.
I told him to come back later,
but he was muttering about wanting to see the dead lass for himself.
No.
There's no need. Malva has suffered enough indignity.
What about the rest of us?
To live with such a scandal. Blessed Mary!
I knew she was trouble from the first moment I laid eyes on her.
You must have seen it too, Mistress?
No. I never thought anything.
[Murdina] After that dreadful accusation,
and her confessing to all and sundry at the Meeting Place
that it was Mr. Fraser's bairn she was carrying?
You must have hated her guts.
That's enough. The dead canna speak for themselves.
It's the living we must watch.
Shall I show Mr. Crombie in then?
Tell him to wait for us outside.
I don't want anyone else to see me like this.
Dinna fash, mo nighean.
I'll speak with Hiram, find out why he's come.
[Jamie] Thank you again for coming by with it, Hiram.
I'll be sure to ask Roger to read from Mr. Christie's Bible during the service.
[Hiram] I'll never forget Mr. Christie's face when he told me.
And Allan. Poor lad.
Aye.
It's a terrible shock for us all.
Was it, then?
Speak plainly.
If you're to make unfounded accusations on my doorstep,
you'll do it in no uncertain terms.
You sinned in the eyes of the Lord.
Did your wife forgive you for lying with a flower-faced Scottish lass?
Now, Mr. Fraser, let every man be swift to hear and slow to anger.
Are we all to suffer on the Ridge
because you regret marrying a jealous English woman
with a sharp tongue and even sharper knives?
Did your wife forgive Malva?
If you value your life,
choose your next words wisely, Mr. Crombie.
[eerie sound]
[Lionel] So what?
You thought Hiram Crombie'd come looking to beg for a cup of sugar?
He just about has the measure of you,
and he won't be shy about telling his friends.
You're selfish, that's what you are.
You took the life of an innocent young girl
to protect that husband of yours, didn't you?
When you swore to do no harm.
Not as if you haven't done that before, though, is it?
The lying. The loveless marriage,
leaving when you should have stayed,
staying when you should have gone.
We should go see Tom and Allan soon.
I feel I should be comforting them in their hour of need.
Don't worry.
They probably need some time alone with their grief.
And I doubt they'll be expecting you. They know you're not the minister.
Da. Is there anything we can do?
[Jamie] I think it's your turn to pacify Mrs. Bug.
What is it now, lass?
Uh, Obadiah Henderson at the door, asking about Mr. Murray.
I did say he wasna here, but...
What have you been up to, Lizzie?
Mrs. Bug was looking for you earlier. We were worried about you.
I was just out feeding the horses.
But I came back to the house as soon as I heard the terrible news.
I don't want you going out alone. Dinna ken who's about.
I'll go with you.
[Jamie] Come on then, Roger Mac.
Mr. Henderson.
Why is Murray roaming around like the damned Spanish Inquisition?
What right does he have, eh? You know he hit me a few months ago?
Gave me a black eye because of Malva.
[Roger] I understand how upset you must be.
My condolences, Mr. Henderson.
It's a terrible time for everyone who knew Miss Christie.
I offer my deepest sympathies to her family.
You don't need to offer me your condolences.
I only mean that I know that you were friends.
Perhaps more.
Now, what are you suggesting?
You think I had something to do with this? Is that what you told Murray?
And you have the gall to say that to me in front of him?
Mr. MacKenzie's not suggesting. Asking is all.
Everyone on the Ridge has questions.
About you and your wife.
Is it true she cut the baby out of Malva's belly
before she slit her throat? Or was it the other way around?
We're glad to have you on the Ridge, Mr. Henderson, but...
But what, Mr. Fraser?
Are you going to threaten me? Same way you threatened Mr. Crombie?
I saw you with Malva, as you know.
I hadn't seen her. Not for some time.
I told your nephew the same thing.
And he'd better not forget it, unless he wants a black eye in return.
We'll keep that in mind. Good day to you, Mr. Henderson.
[Obadiah] Maybe Murray oughta start asking questions a little closer to home.
[eerie music playing]
[Rollo barking]
[Lizzie] I'm sorry I lied about feeding you earlier, Gideon.
Do you forgive me?
Lizzie. Have you seen the Beardsleys anywhere?
Uncle Jamie wanted them to come help me search the Ridge, but I couldna find them.
[Lizzie] Well, not really.
But they should be home by now, I think.
Is there something you're no' telling me?
Surely, you couldna think that they...
'Tis only that I dinna want them to be in any trouble.
What trouble could they be in?
I dinna ken what you're hiding, but you have to tell me the truth.
Uncle Jamie's gonna be asking why they weren't with me.
Lizzie, if you know something or saw something...
[Roger] It's hard to imagine anyone on the Ridge doing such a terrible thing.
[Lizzie] Some cold potatoes and butter.
Uh, shall I set a plate for Mistress Fraser?
Thank you, Lizzie. She's upstairs, resting.
Canna rule out anyone.
Except, Obadiah already knew that I knew about them, so...
Unless someone else disapproved of their relations...
Well, I think we know it wasn't The Sin Eater.
Not a pretty sight when I found him.
Poor man. Must have died all alone in his hut.
Sorry to hear that.
I hope the Beardsleys helped you bury him decently.
No. But they thought it best to conduct a search of their own.
In another part of the woods.
[Jamie] That's prudent. Cover more ground that way.
[Brianna] I wonder what The Sin Eater died of.
Looked as if he must have passed away in his sleep.
But the strange thing was that
his finger bones were missing on one of his hands.
- His finger bones? You sure? - Aye.
I wonder if it has anything to do with that love charm we found.
You think it was a jealous woman who made it and killed Malva?
Circumstantial evidence might point towards it,
but proving it beyond a reasonable doubt?
[Brianna] Where's Perry Mason when you need him?
[Roger] Aye, I know. Where do we start?
It's not as if we can report it to the police
or report this murder to anyone.
Who's Perry Mason?
He's a lawyer from our time. He defends the falsely accused.
I think the question he'd be asking is,
who would have had the means, motive, and the opportunity?
[Claire] Me.
[somber music playing]
[Jamie] But you didna do it.
Why do you even suggest such a thing, Sassenach?
I have this feeling.
You know, when you leave the house, and you think you've left the oven on.
I mean, a candle burning.
You know you probably haven't. You've never done it before, but...
what if this is the time that you did?
And this is the time the house burns down, and...
You just can't shake the thought.
What are you saying?
I saw Malva coming towards the house...
so I took some ether and then I had a lie down.
Christ, Sassenach. You put yourself to sleep?
[Claire] Just a little bit. I didn't want to talk to her.
But I have this half-remembered dream.
It's a nightmare, really.
Malva was banging at the door,
and all of a sudden, she was inside the surgery.
She shook me awake, and then I lost my temper and...
I threatened her.
What if it wasn't a dream?
What if I did do it?
Your mind is playing tricks on you.
You didna harm her. You're not capable.
But you heard what Roger said.
It's about who had the means and the motive and the opportunity.
If you look at it from the outside, well, I had all three,
and everyone thinks it's me.
So what if they do? Doesna matter what they think.
Whoever it was, we'll find them. We'll keep looking.
[clock ticking]
[ticking grows louder]
[exhales deeply]
[Claire] Funny, we never say that we're only human
when we've done something good or worthy of praise.
Instead, it's what we tell ourselves to excuse our mistakes.
An effort, perhaps,
to convince ourselves that the person we see looking back at us in the mirror
really isn't so bad.
[somber music playing]
But who was I now? What was I now?
Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp,
Doctor Randall, Mistress Fraser,
wife, mother, grandmother,
witch, murderer?
[Lionel] "Murderess" suits best.
[Young Ian] Auntie Claire, Uncle Jamie,
there's something I must tell you.
[Jamie] Is it to do with Malva?
It's Lizzie.
She's...
with child.
Is it yours?
No, Uncle, but...
Then who? Who debauched her? Give me his name.
Beardsley.
Beardsley?
Which of them was it?
She doesn't know which one is the father.
[sighs] You mean, both of them?
We'll have the two of them in.
Find out the truth of it. Christ.
If word of this spreads...
I'm sorry, Uncle.
I couldna say anything at dinner, I didn't want to embarrass Lizzie.
But with folks speculating about Malva being killed
because she was unwed and with child, I thought you should know.
I'll speak to her.
I'll see one of them wed to Lizzie, or both Beardsleys dead at her feet.
How's the sermon coming?
It's coming.
You've done more work than me. I just don't feel up to it.
With everything that's happened, and now...
What?
Jemmy just told me he heard Mr. Bug telling Mrs. Bug
that all murdered people turn into ghosts.
It's really frightened him.
[Roger] The old fool.
But does Jemmy even really know what that means?
We'll just tell him there's nothing to be afraid of,
and to say a prayer if he thinks he's seen a ghost.
I did. And then he asked me
if that would stop his granny turning him into a ghost too.
Who told him that? Who said it was Claire?
The fisherfolk, apparently.
How far along are you?
Few months or so, maybe.
And is he right? Both the Beardsleys?
Well...
I swear I hadna done it before, Mistress.
- I mean, I'd maybe come close a time... - Lizzie.
You see, it all started
when you and Mr. Fraser were away.
The malaria came back,
and I could feel the fever coming for me.
My blood running hot and cold.
My teeth were clacking so hard together, I thought they'd break.
And then the Beardsley lads arrived with my gallberry ointment,
and I said that they must rub it all over.
And then one of the lads said
that he might spoil his shirt.
Uh, so I said, "Perhaps, better to take it off."
I see.
But then, well...
[Claire] One thing led to another?
Both of them, at once?
I didn't mean to. I mean, I did, but...
Elizabeth Wemyss,
I'm not sure it's possible to engage in sexual relations
with two men without meaning to.
Or do you mean, you thought it was one twin,
and then they fooled you?
No, Mistress.
Why, you mustn't think that Jo or Kezzie could do such a thing.
It was my choice. I swear.
That's a relief, I suppose. But I had to ask.
I felt... safe wi' arms around me.
I remember opening my eyes and seeing a chest before my face,
the dark curlies all around his paps,
wee and brown and wrinkled, like raisins.
They're identical everywhere, if you take my meaning.
I ken well enough what I was doing,
but we were slippery with the ointment
and naked under the quilts,
and it happened.
And kept on happening.
Aye. More than once with each of them since then.
It feels so nice, Mistress.
That may be, and I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but...
I ken, it seems... strange.
And I suppose I ought to have said something or done something,
but I couldna think what.
And, really, it didna seem wrong at all.
Lizzie, you're risking a huge scandal.
If Hiram Crombie, for one, if he found out,
he'd stone you for fornication.
Why?
It's not harming anyone. And it's no one's business but ours.
Everything that happens here is everyone's business.
You know that.
And now you're with child.
Aye. 'Tis a miracle, is it not?
Have the three of you worked out a plan, at least?
There's only going to be one thing to do in Mr. Fraser's books,
and that's to marry.
You can't have both. It doesn't work that way.
But we've been so happy.
Well, if both the Beardsleys are still alive after Mr. Fraser finds them,
he may take matters into his own hands and solve that problem for you.
- Has Ian returned yet? - [Brianna] No.
Mr. Bug. A moment, if you please.
Somehow or other, Jemmy has got it into his head
that there are some souls
with a lot of unfinished business here on the Ridge.
- Oh, the wee scamp heard that, did he? - Aye.
And he's terrified. If you could be a bit more careful around him, please?
Well, that's life for you.
You canna shelter the lad from such things forever.
In fact, there's a sow to be slaughtered
if you need bacon before Mrs. Bug and I take the whisky up to River Run.
I'd ask you to help,
but, but I dinna want to spoil your lunch.
[Jamie] Carry on, Mr. Bug.
Roger Mac, come with me.
Haven't seen the Beardsleys, have you?
[Roger] No, why?
Never mind.
I noticed you didn't want your sandwiches, either. You're not hungry?
Probably sound ridiculous to you, but in the future,
there are some who are opposed to eating animals altogether.
[chuckles] Aye, Claire told me. Vegetarians.
Are you gonna tell me you've joined their ranks?
No.
But I don't know why I struggle so much
with the thought of all that sort of thing when we both know that I've...
Killed a man?
God alone is your judge, Roger Mac.
What I did to that Brownsville man,
isn't it the same as what happened to Malva?
- No. - But, "Thou shalt not kill..."
'Tis no good to quote, "Thou shalt not kill."
In Greek and Hebrew scriptures, the word "murder" is used.
Malva was murdered.
Just makes me wonder where God is in all of this.
And where I stand. How can I preach to others when...
I can see that you want to take care of them, the folk here.
It's the last thing I thought of, growing up in a minister's house.
It's the burying and christening and maybe just being able to help,
even by listening and praying.
I don't think there's a minister coming.
Someone has to do it.
I'm thinking it's me.
I have eyes to see it, lad.
But I have to see about getting ordained.
There might be a way to do it quickly,
but you know what's coming. The war.
It's already here, in fact.
As a wise man once told me, "There's always a war coming."
Which is why I haven't told Brianna yet.
I don't want her to think me a coward.
Do you think she would?
I've fought alongside a priest before.
Aye, granted, he wasna much of a swordsman.
I couldn't fight with an army, I don't think.
But I could take up arms to defend those in need.
And that is enough for me, and your wife.
She has eyes too.
[Lionel] You led Malva astray with your meddling.
Always meddling.
You bring pain to everyone around you.
Your daughter, she got a good taste of it when she came back here.
To save you.
Stop it. Just stop it.
[Lionel] Finding herself in a dark room in the back of a tavern,
with a baby in her belly that she never planned to have.
[intense music playing]
[Lionel] And look at Lizzie.
She can't even tell you who the father of her child is.
How are you gonna make that right, Claire?
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
[overlapping voices]
Aren't you the clever one, Dr. Rawlings?
Mrs. Beauchamp. Madam Fraser. Claire.
Beautiful lies.
I believe that you have secrets, Claire.
Now, you're gonna repent...
I smell the vapors of Hell...
I dwell in darkness, Madam, darkness is where I belong.
You've seen this. You've seen men die before.
You can come out now, Claire.
- They say I'm a witch. - Witch.
You know what happens to witches, Malva?
If I allowed the lady to sleep out with the militia...
My cold, dark feelings.
- Serious consequences... - More lies.
I will slit her throat.
You haven't been told the truth about her...
Her beautiful lies.
Trespass...
You only have yourself to blame for this.
[Jamie] We're going to a funeral, Sassenach, not to stand trial.
[Claire] You really believe that?
We're going to meet my prospective jurors,
to stand trial in the court of public opinion.
But that's what it is, opinion.
We'll not dignify any rumors with our response.
Now, what is it you say to the bairns?
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me."
Hm.
I never did care much for what people thought, but this...
If anyone wants to say anything to you, they'll have to say it to me first.
[thunder rumbling]
[footsteps approaching]
Who among us is not a sinner?
Malva was a daughter, a sister, and a friend.
She might never have been called mother or wife,
but those are not the things by which to judge someone's worth.
God most certainly does not.
It doesn't matter who we are, and what we've done,
or what has been done to us.
God forgives.
Lord, you alone are our judge.
We commend Malva's soul to your care.
Please stand before we go outside
to lay Malva's body and that of her baby boy to rest.
[Allan] No.
Not him.
[somber music playing]
You put that down.
They're dead because of you.
Allan.
May I remind you that we stand before God?
You bastards.
You took my sister from me,
and yet you still get to live your perfect happy little lives,
as if nothing's happened.
[breath trembling]
[somber music playing]
[shoveling]
You'll need to be wed. The sooner, the better.
Which one of them is it to be then, lass?
[hesitates] I cannot... I do not want to choose. I love them both.
It's not a matter of who you love now. You have a child in your belly.
Nothing matters but doing right by it
and doesna mean painting his mother a whore.
I'm not a whore.
I didna say you were.
But others will, when word gets around what you have been up to, lass.
Spreading your legs for two men and wed to neither?
Now, with a bairn, and you canna name its father?
I can name him.
His name will be Beardsley.
You do not understand, they're one soul in two bodies.
If you care about the fate of that soul,
you'll have those two bodies standing before me. Imminently.
[softly] Now, where are they?
Please, Mr. Fraser. Are we going to do it here in the stables?
Christ was born in a manger. It was good enough for him.
Now, since you canna choose amongst yourselves,
short straw weds her.
- Mr. Fraser, sir... - What? But...
[Jamie] Go on.
[sighs] Take her hand.
Now, do you swear before these witnesses
you'll take Elizabeth Wemyss to be your wife?
I do.
And, do you, ye wee bosom, accept Keziah Beardsley...
You are Keziah?
You'll take him to be your husband?
Aye. I will.
You're handfast. When we find a priest, it will be properly blessed.
Until then, you'll speak to no one of this.
No one must know. You understand me?
[sighs] That's it?
[Jamie] Aye.
And you, better you leave tomorrow,
and do not come back until the child is born.
[Brianna] Makes me so sad some won't believe Malva's baby is in heaven
because he wasn't baptized.
Do you think he is?
As a father, I'd say I want to believe it with all my heart.
As a minister, I'm not certain.
But I want to find out.
I'm glad you're more husband than minister then.
But what if it's my calling here, Bree?
What if I want to make the preaching official?
I get the same thrill as I do when I teach.
Only, I feel it stirring something in my soul.
And you're so good at it. I get it. I do.
But what would that mean for our family?
I suppose that's why I'm asking.
I could at least find out what it would take to be ordained.
Roger, you were raised by a minister.
We both know what it's like to have parents constantly on duty.
Called away at all hours.
Mama would leave at the drop of a hat when her patients needed her,
and we really suffered because of it.
Looks like things turned out all right from where I'm sitting.
I swear to you, Bree,
whatever I'm called to,
I was called to be your husband and a father first.
Whatever I do will not be at the price of my family.
You really want this, don't you?
Just think how amazing it would be if I could baptize our child myself.
I heard there's a presbytery in Edenton.
[laughs]
Well...
I suppose we have some time until the baby comes.
[chuckles] Is that a yes?
People crying at our kitchen table day and night?
What would I even serve them? I'm not that good at baking.
- Oh, and I'm Catholic. - [laughs] Hmm.
That last one throws a spanner in things.
If only my father-in-law had reminded me at some point.
I knew about the baking.
But you don't think your flock would mind? You wouldn't need me to convert?
If they have a problem with it, they can go to hell.
Sure.
Let's just hope you have a more diplomatic line ready
when the time comes.
We'll start packing tomorrow and leave as soon as we can.
I'm going to, uh, go get a cup of tea.
What?
A cup of tea makes everything right with the world.
Truth acknowledged by every English person that's ever lived.
Then thank the Lord I'm Scottish.
Good morning.
Why do I get the feeling that you're avoiding me, Mrs. Beardsley?
Does Josiah really have to go away?
Mr. Fraser has made his decision.
What with everything that's going on in the Ridge...
Sorry. I was going to tell you.
The day Malva died,
I knocked at the door, but it was locked.
You knocked at the door?
Banged and banged.
And you're sure it was that morning?
Aye.
Did I do something wrong, Mistress?
No. I'm very glad you told me.
[somber music playing]
[eerie music playing]
No.
No, I didn't do it.
That doesn't change a damn thing. You think you can get rid of me?
- This is not over, Claire. - No.
The girl may not have died by your hand, but you led her to her grave.
Sure as the sun rises.
[Claire] I didn't do it.
[Lionel] "I didn't do it." That doesn't absolve you of your guilt.
Not for this. Not for any of it.
[sobs]
[door bangs shut]
[Jamie] Sassenach?
What is it?
No, don't.
You won't believe me.
It feels like I'm going crazy.
For the first time in my life, I, I don't recognize myself.
There's a...
There's a part of me...
a darkness.
I can't bear for you to see me like this.
I didn't kill Malva.
But what if...
What if I would have had, for us?
But you didna.
No.
But what if a part of me wanted to?
We all have a darkness inside us, Sassenach.
I feel like...
this is possessing me.
[breath trembling] It's eating away at me.
I hear voices.
Lionel Brown. And I see him.
And he's, he's taunting me. [sobs]
And the only thing that drowns him out is...
taking ether.
I've tried for so long just to compartmentalize everything.
It's been the only way that I've ever known how to cope.
And you just... You put things in, in neat little boxes.
You know, there's Frank, and my patients, and, and,
and grief, and the past, the present, you.
Now, it's like the floodgates have just opened. And...
And it's not just Malva, it's, it's all of it. [sniffles]
It's my fault.
Because... I changed things.
Brianna's attack, and,
and Roger being sold into slavery.
Everything since, since I first came to this time.
And it's all because of my selfishness.
[sobs]
'Cause I desperately wanted to be with you.
Do you think Bree feels that way? She wouldn't have been born.
What about Roger?
Your selfishness has given him a wife and a son.
If we hadna gone to France, found Fergus, he wouldna have Marsali.
So, although there is pain,
your selfishness has brought so much to so many.
Without you, our whole world crumbles into dust.
But what if I, what if I can't make this voice stop?
Not without the ether.
What if there's no magic words that are gonna make it right?
Then I feel like I'll never get better. [sniffles]
After Wentworth, you found me in the dark.
I let you into my mind. To my soul.
Let me do the same. Dinna lock me out.
Let me join you.
I canna do that when you put yourself to sleep.
We have to face this together.
Claire,
dinna sentence yourself to crimes no one is charging you with.
If you're selfish, let me be accused of the same crime.
I dinna care what the right or wrong of it may be,
so long as you are here with me.
If it's a sin that you chose me, then I will go to the Devil himself
and bless him for tempting you to it.
I would...
I'd do it all again
and more to be with you.
[Claire sobbing]
[gentle music playing]
[Roger] You want me to do what?
You want me to marry you?
You want me to marry you now?
Um... To who?
It's me and Jo, if you'd be so kind. Kezzie's come to be witness.
You don't want a priest to do it?
Lizzie, are you in trouble?
I'm with child, aye.
We want to be married before the babe comes.
But it may be a while before we find a priest.
Oh, my God. Lizzie, are you happy?
We love each other so very much.
Please. We want to do right by each other.
The Frasers told us you are leaving for Edenton in the morning.
Go on. Do it for them. Please.
It won't be a marriage, exactly.
But you can be handfast, I suppose.
- Thank you, Mr. MacKenzie. - Thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Just let me put my breeches on.
I'm not conducting my first wedding bare-arsed.
Lizzie.
Here, Jemmy.
I wanted to give this to Lizzie when she and Josiah were handfast.
Can you give it to her for me? Just a little something as a wedding gift.
Josiah? What do you mean?
Roger married them last night. Wait, she didn't tell you?
What?
Jamie handfasted Lizzie and Kezzie the other day. Did you really?
God help me, I did.
But if she's handfast with Kezzie too, I suppose it isn't exactly valid as such.
[Brianna] Ready?
It's certainly as valid as the handfasting I did.
We'll have a word with them. All three of them, I swear.
God help them.
It's an unholy trinity, certainly.
What can I say? The Lord works in mysterious ways.
[Roger clicks tongue]
[Jamie] I'll tell them that marriage is a serious undertaking.
It requires patience, sacrifice.
Monogamy. Maybe they should have started with that.
Hm. Aye.
It was Kezzie first and Kezzie she'll stay wed to.
That's all that anyone on the Ridge needs to know.
[running hoofbeats in distance]
[horse whinnies]
Mr. Fraser. We've come for your wife.
Well, you can be on your way, then.
Now, see, there you're wrong.
We've come to arrest her for the murder of Malva Christie.
[horse whinnies]
[dramatic music playing]