[Claire] Previously...
Please, Isaiah, say you'll do right by me!
Morton's dishonored my daughter.
They can't stay here.
We leave at dawn.
- The lass has smallpox. - Throw her overboard.
- Please don't. - [girl screaming]
Have you lost your mind?
And I'll do the same for any who show signs of a rash.
I can help keep you hidden.
- I dinna ken your name. - Roger.
Morag MacKenzie.
I'm a MacKenzie as well.
I must admit I have grown quite fond of North Carolina.
Timely delivering chaos.
And farmers though we be, we beat our ploughshares into swords,
and are training for battle. How many men do you have?
Go to it, lads.
The Regulators are disorganized,
then we prepare for war against the Crown.
I had hoped it wouldn't come to this,
but seems we're gonna have our war after all.
[theme music playing]
♪ 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? ♪
[Claire] We went to Hillsborough ready for what outcome we couldn't know.
But a good soldier is taught to be prepared,
ready to fight and ready to die, if need be.
But what no one can prepare for is to face family in a time of war.
[Roger singing "Oh My Darling Clementine"]
♪ Drove she ducklings To the water ♪
♪ Every morning just at 9:00 ♪
♪ Hit her foot Against a splinter ♪
♪ Fell into the foaming brine ♪
♪ Oh, my darling, Oh, my darling ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost And gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
[baby cooing]
That's all for today, laddie. Your da has to go.
But I promise I will be back to sing it again for you.
He never gets tired of that one.
I still wish you'd stayed at the Ridge.
I wanted to be as close to you as I could, for as long as possible.
Lizzie, Jemmy and I will be safe here in Hillsborough with the Sherstons.
I'd better get on the road, the colonel will be expecting me.
- Come now, we'll get breakfast. - [baby cooing]
You know, if we were back in Oxford in our own time,
we'd be making our lunchboxes and seeing each other off to work.
Now here I am seeing you off to war.
Come here.
I barely knew my father before he was killed in World War II,
and Jemmy is much younger than I was.
If I don't make it back...
Hey, that is not going to happen.
While you are gone, I will tell him how brave his father is.
Maybe we'll be lucky.
Maybe Billy Tryon will come to his senses
and work things out peacefully with these Regulators.
But just in case, you know all the words to "Clementine"?
Yes. But I'm no singer,
so you had better keep your promise to your son.
Goodbye, Roger Mac.
Goodbye, Mrs. Mac.
[door closes]
Hmm.
Happy birthday, Colonel.
[Jamie] Mmm.
You taking stock?
[both chuckle]
Hmm.
Hmm. Something of the sort.
I suppose I have a few hours left.
I was born at half-six.
I will have lived a half-century until supper time.
And do you expect to disintegrate much before then?
Do you need me to fetch you a cane?
Hmm.
Or a hearing trumpet?
What?
[chuckles]
I don't suppose anything is likely to fall off before then.
As for the workings...
- [sighs] - Hmm.
- It all seems to be in perfect working order. -Mmm.
There's nothing loose at all.
Good.
How did you ken what I was doing?
Taking stock, as you say.
I do it, too, before every... birthday.
I like to reflect on the year passed.
I think everybody does.
It's making sure that you're the same person
as you were the day before.
You don't see any marked changes, do you, Sassenach?
[chuckles]
No.
You're still you.
[inhales]
It's struck me
that I've now lived longer than my father did.
That this is a morning he never saw.
He died when he was forty-nine.
I'm sure he'd be happy to know you're alive,
with children and grandchildren that love you.
Aye, mo chridhe.
The world and each day in it is a gift.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'm grateful to see it.
As for taking stock, I've all my teeth.
- Mmm-hmm. - None of my parts are missing,
and my cock still stands up by itself in the morning.
Could be worse.
Hmm.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday ♪
♪ To you ♪
♪ Happy birthday Dear Colonel ♪
♪ Happy ♪
♪ Birthday to you ♪
[Tryon] General Gage was good enough to send two field pieces
and six swivel guns from New York.
These insurgents wanted a fight, and they shall have one.
How many men do we have, Your Excellency?
Counting your company, Colonel Fraser, one thousand and sixty-eight.
Colonel Moore will command the artillery, Colonel Leech the infantry.
Captain Bullock's here with the cavalry. They're camped around the river bend.
That's not accounting for General Waddell's brigade.
He's at Salisbury
awaiting the arrival of two wagon loads of gunpowder from Charleston.
Sir...
the Regulators will not have artillery and munitions of this caliber.
They're mostly farmers with no military training.
Something they should have been mindful to consider before provoking the Crown.
I trust your men are all in order, Colonel Fraser?
Aye. They're ready, sir.
[horse whinnies]
Well done, Colonel.
Captain MacKenzie.
Reporting for duty, sir.
Fall in.
[indistinct conversation]
[Jamie] Everyone, take one, pass them around.
To be fastened to your coat or hat.
Other companies will have cockades as well.
It's the only way to tell militia from Regulator,
so it's important you wear it.
I'll have one of those.
Isaiah?
Where's my Alicia? Is she with you?
No, she's at home.
Her home is in Brownsville.
Not living in sin with you, you bastard.
Easy now, everyone.
Alicia made her decision.
It's her choice.
Why don't you stay out of this?
Aye, it's a good life. And we're happy together.
What was good for her was to be with her family.
I should have killed you there and then.
Nailed your hide to the tavern door.
Enough!
You should not be here.
You helped me once.
When I heard the troops were mustering, I wished to repay you.
I see love hasn't softened your hard head.
This man is willing to lay down his life.
I'll not turn him away.
If you cannot find it in yourselves to fight alongside him, you may go.
There's a battle to fight.
This unpleasantness between us...
should be forgotten.
Attach this to your coat.
All right.
I've gone shooting every day since we heard there might be a war.
Shooting wood blocks off a rail.
I shot eight possums last week.
[pours drink]
A war's not like hunting.
The deer and the possums are not trying to kill you.
But Ma says the point of hunting is to kill something,
and the point of going to war is to come back alive.
War is killing, that's it.
[sighs] Think of anything less, think of your own skin,
you'll be dead by nightfall.
You cannot waver.
Your Excellency, a verbal message from General Waddell.
Two wagonloads of munitions have been ambushed and destroyed.
And the General's troops forced to retreat
by a large force of rebels led by Murtagh Fitzgibbons,
and the scouts report that the Regulators are across the creek.
Prepare the men. We'll engage the enemy here.
I'll have my men ready themselves.
Did you see anything across the creek? Any sign of Murtagh?
No.
No, but I did see Bryan Cranna and Lee Withers.
They were with Murtagh in Hillsborough during the riots.
Colonel, a minister come from the other side
with a petition for the Governor.
A minister?
The Reverend Caldwell.
Reverend Caldwell, I regret we meet again under such circumstances.
Your Excellency.
Colonel Fraser.
Aye, a wedding is a more enjoyable occasion by far.
I come in hopes that we can settle this matter without bloodshed.
[scoffs]
Pardon me, Reverend, if I disagree with the assertion
that I have not "lent a kind ear to the just complaints of the people."
And I certainly do not consider
His Majesty's subjects to be mere "toys,"
and their lives "matters to be trifled with."
Still, nevertheless, we'll do as they ask,
and we'll consider their grievances
and convey my "candid and speedy response" by, um, noon tomorrow.
Thank you, sir.
I will convey your answer and we'll await your final response.
Order the men to remain under arms through the night.
The cavalry shall keep their mounts bridled and saddled.
Your Excellency.
I'll draft a proclamation demanding their surrender.
Your Excellency, why not pursue a parley as they ask?
Their petition for peace, Colonel Fraser, was nothing but demands.
It is I who will not be trifled with.
Perhaps, at least, we wait for reinforcements.
No. A bold stroke is needed.
To hesitate could mean defeat. I am governor of this province.
I cannot tolerate such a blatant disregard
for the law to be allowed to go unpunished.
I will not.
Their course is set, so is mine.
Jemmy's asleep.
Thanks, Lizzie.
We're just so grateful for your hospitality.
Anything Mr. Sherston and I can do for your Aunt Jocasta.
[door opens]
There's talk at the tavern. The militia is preparing for battle.
The Regulators are across the Alamance Creek.
Where is that?
I can show you on a map.
Southwest of Hillsborough is the Great Alamance Creek.
Wait. Alamance...
something happened there.
I seem to remember.
Have you ever been there?
No, just the name sounds familiar.
They say the Indians named it, and that it means "All man's land."
Something definitely happened there.
Alamance...
[speaking Gaelic]
So, does God have an answer?
I was not calling on God.
I was calling on Dougal MacKenzie.
Dougal?
Considering how things ended with us at Culloden...
why?
He was a war chief.
He taught me everything I know.
I made my peace with my uncle a long time ago.
Dougal will ken I did what I had to do...
for my men, for you.
And I'll do it all again now.
I know you will.
Tryon's determined to fight.
I've seen that look before in men's eyes,
when they're beyond reason or compromise.
And will Dougal help, do you think?
If he can.
We fought many times together, Dougal and I.
Hand to hand, and back to back.
After all, blood is blood.
Yes...
but there's someone else that you share blood with.
Aye.
Murtagh and I have fought back to back as well.
This time, we'll fight face to face.
No amount of prayer will help.
- [Claire] Bree? - [Jamie] Aye.
I've come to warn you.
The fight happens here at the creek
and the militia will win.
How many lives are lost?
I don't know numbers or details.
My professor said that some people consider
this to be the spark of the American Revolution.
But the Regulators aren't trying to overthrow the Crown.
They aren't fighting for independence.
No, but they are rebelling against corruption and unfair taxes.
You're certain Tryon wins?
Yes.
[sighs]
Must get a message to Murtagh, then.
If he can be warned the Regulators are doomed to fail,
then maybe he can convince his men to retreat,
and lives will be spared on both sides.
Wait.
If we do stop this fight now, what if...
Doesn't that mean the Revolutionary War won't happen?
And America will never become America?
You say some people believe this is the spark.
Couldn't the spark alight from somewhere else?
Yes, it could.
What matters are the men in my charge,
the Regulators fighting for what they believe, and my godfather.
[Roger] I agree.
I'll deliver the message to Murtagh.
It's too dangerous.
I know, but I'm the only one that can do it.
He knows me. He knows I'm from the future. He'll believe it.
Aye, all right.
You'll leave at night fall.
Keep this in your pocket.
Then they will not see you come from the other side.
And if you're threatened...
wave this, cry "truce,"
and tell them to fetch me. Don't say more until I come.
Aye.
Belladonna, laudanum,
oil of juniper, pennyroyal,
alcohol, and my secret weapon...
The penicillin.
If I'd had it at Prestonpans, imagine the lives I could have saved.
Maybe you'll save some today.
And I'll stay and help. It'll keep me from worrying.
Jamie assured us. Under the flag of truce, no one will trouble Roger.
Will a flag of truce really help him
if he's still over there when the shooting starts?
If the shooting starts.
Let's just hope he manages to convince Murtagh.
[Murtagh] Tryon has left us no choice!
He's lied to us in the past.
[murmuring]
[Murtagh] We cannot submit to tyranny!
[crowd] Yeah!
[Murtagh] We're not resisting law and order, we are fighting injustice!
[crowd cheering]
Tryon will regret the day that he chose to ignore our demands.
His blood will soak this ground!
[crowd cheering]
Now, go. Be ready for the morrow.
- What the devil are you doing here? - I need to talk to you.
Murtagh, you're going to lose this battle.
Brianna saw the name Alamance on a map and she remembered, the Regulators lose.
- What? - Aye.
Jamie wanted you to know that the best thing
that you can do is leave now, convince your men to disperse.
Christ, MacKenzie, you saw the men.
[scoffs]
You think they'll yield in this fight?
I believe that they might, if you tell them to.
If you don't, they'll be slaughtered.
How many men does Tryon have?
- More than a thousand. - We have twice that number.
But Tryon has a trained militia.
You... You have farmers with knives and pitchforks.
And they're brave as lions.
They'll fight when the time comes.
Tryon has cannons, for Christ's sakes!
Murtagh, most of your men have never even seen a cannon.
You have no officers, you have no cavalry, you have no artillery.
Listen to me, man, you cannot win. You do not win.
The history has been written.
Then I do fight.
How can I tell them to cast aside everything they've fought for?
Just give up?
They'll not be giving up, they'll be living to fight another day.
And If they wait, if you wait,
in a few years, we'll all be fighting on the same side.
Do you ken how long a few years is to men who've lost everything?
To those who style themselves "Regulators",
in reply to your petition...
"I have been ever attentive to the interests of your county,
and to every individual residing therein."
- "I lament..." - I lament...
[Tryon] The fatal necessity to which you have now reduced me.
By withdrawing yourselves from the mercy of the Crown...
- And the laws of your country. - "The laws of your country."
"I require you who are now assembled..."
[Tryon] To lay down your arms,
surrender up your leaders and submit yourselves
to the leniency of the government.
"By accepting these terms within one hour,
you will prevent an effusion of blood.
You are, at this time, in a state of war and rebellion..."
Against your king, your country...
"And your laws."
Signed William Tryon.
[crowd murmuring]
I spoke with the men.
I tried to convince them,
but they will not turn back now.
This battle will happen.
You've done your best here,
but it's time for you to return to your own camp.
Leave now,
before it begins.
If your men won't, then I urge you...
No, Murtagh, I beg you.
Time is running out, leave and save yourself.
Please.
For the love your godson bears you.
[children laughing]
Morag. Mistress MacKenzie.
[Morag] Mr. MacKenzie.
It's good to see you again.
Are you in good health? And your child, Jemmy?
We're well, both of us.
Pleased to hear it. I've my own son now.
His name is Jemmy, Jeremiah as well.
It was my father's name.
It's a fine, strong name.
I've thought of you now and then...
Oh, Aye? I do thank you, Mr. MacKenzie.
I'll not forget how you saved us from that heartless sea captain.
Mistress MacKenzie, wait.
I've something I need to tell you.
I'm sorry. Your laundry, here.
Oh! Mary and bride!
- Did I hurt you? I'm sorry. - Nay.
I've a thick skull, my ma always said.
I've a thick skull, too. It runs in my family.
Your husband, is he one of the Regulators?
Aye, of course.
I'm with the militia.
The thing I wanted to tell you, to warn you,
the governor, he's serious. He's brought troops, he's brought cannon.
He means to put down this rebellion, do you understand?
You must tell your husband. Leave before anything happens.
Leave and go where?
We have no home to go back to.
You're with child.
Look, I have to go, but Mistress MacKenzie, hear me.
If anything should happen, come to me, I'll take care of you.
Your family is welcome on Fraser's Ridge.
[footsteps approaching]
[William] Get away from my wife.
Captain MacKenzie!
Any one seen Roger Mac?
No, I have not, Colonel.
Not hide nor hair of him, I'm afraid.
Been hours since I laid eyes on the captain.
Christ, where is he?
[Tryon] Colonel Fraser.
Governor.
Thought you'd cut a striking figure in this.
Sir?
You're one of my best officers.
I'm not going to have you mistaken for an insurgent.
I appreciate the gesture, Your Excellency,
but I don't think it proper for me to wear such a... garment.
Much too humble, Colonel.
I know that you, more than most who will take this battlefield,
are deserving of the privilege, so...
please, do me the honor.
Ah.
Yes.
Yes, a striking figure indeed.
Colonel Chadwick.
[Chadwick shouting] Company, all in!
My apologies. I swear, I meant no disrespect.
No? Then what the hell do you think you were doing then, eh?
I met Mistress MacKenzie aboard the Gloriana, a year or two ago.
When I recognized her here,
I thought to inquire as to the family's welfare. That's all.
He meant no harm, William.
It was him who found me and Jemmy in the hold when we hid there.
He brought us food and water.
He cared for us that night
when the sailors threw the sick ones into the sea.
Oh, aye?
Who's this, Buck?
That's what I mean to find out.
You go back with the women, Morag. I'm gonna settle with this fellow.
But he hasn't done anything!
Listen to me!
You think it's nothing when a man coories into you in public, like a common radge?
[groaning] No...
Now I told you to get back.
So, go now!
[gasps]
[grunting]
[Morag] William!
Get away from me, woman!
[grunting]
Get him up.
[gasping] She's a MacKenzie, I'm a MacKenzie.
We're blood, that's why I was trying to help her.
What's this?
You're with the militia, aren't you?
I came to warn you about Tryon.
So, you're a wife-stealer and a traitor all tied up in a wee bundle, is that it?
Ah, slit his throat, I say, and good riddance.
A man who's sure of his wife
needn't worry that someone else might try to steal her.
I'm sure of my own wife, and have no need of yours.
Married, are you?
Your wife must be ill-favored, surely, for you to be sniffing around mine.
Or perhaps she put you out of her bed because you couldn't serve her decently?
[grunts]
You let me go, sir,
and I'll not speak against you, for your wife's sake.
Aye. No.
- No, I don't think you will. - [Roger breathing heavily]
[Roger grunts]
Speak against me, that is.
Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
Tryon...
insisted.
I imagine you weren't in a position to refuse.
There's no sign of Roger.
We don't ken if he succeeded or...
We haven't heard, but the battle is upon us.
Will you wish me luck, then?
I can't let you go without saying something.
I suppose "good luck" will do.
I love you, soldier.
"Good luck" will do.
"I love you" does so much better.
That obituary Bree brought us,
I don't ken if it's true, but what I do ken is this.
There may come a day when you and I shall part again, but...
it will not be today.
We go in hard, protect ourselves.
We're not here to kill our brothers...
we're here to end this.
Put the fear of God in them, they'll retreat.
This doesn't have to be a massacre. Take prisoners,
save souls.
Watch... for MacKenzie.
Cannons,
fire!
First line, fire!
Fire!
Fire, goddamn you! Fire on them or fire on me!
Fire!
Forward!
Second rank, fire!
Forward!
[all shouting]
[grunting]
[Jamie] Find cover!
Fight as they do. Myers, with me.
[grunting]
Come, take his coat off and his waistcoat, and I'll come and reassess the wound.
Don't worry.
He was probably just on his way back, and then joined the fight.
I just don't know which is worse, that he's missing or getting shot at.
Mistress Fraser. Mistress Fraser.
Isaiah. Here. Get him up here.
Easy. Easy.
He's been shot through the lung from behind.
Here. Isaiah, can you hear me?
[choking] Tell Ally I love her.
You're not going to die on me, you hear?
Baby comes next month...
And you'll be there. Bree, get me the alcohol.
Get off him. Come on, let's go!
Come on, let's get him. Come on, help me. Let's go.
Ahhh!
What's that you're giving him?
It'll help him heal.
Morton.
I hope you didn't waste any good medicine on that coward.
He was running away like a scared rabbit when he was felled.
[straining] I wasn't running away.
You saw what happened.
Powder burns were on his back,
so whoever shot him, shot him at close range.
No woman speaks to me like that.
[gasps] What have you done?
No...
Withers! Lee Withers!
For God's sake, man, do you not recognize me?
I mean you no harm.
You mean me no harm, but you wear the coat of my enemy.
And your fellows, they kill without mercy.
Withers, listen, I don't want to shoot you.
Bryan Cranna is dead.
[gunshot]
I did what you said, Colonel. I did not waver.
[breathing rapidly]
I released you from your oath. You had no cause to save me.
You should've done as I asked.
I'd never betray your mother,
no matter who asked.
[breathing slows]
Ghoistidh.
Don't be afraid, a bhalaich.
It doesn't hurt a bit to die.
Murtagh.
Help me.
Help me!
Colonel, I think he's...
Help me now!
[panting]
Don't fash, Ghoistidh.
We'll take you to Claire. She'll ken what to do.
This way.
All will be well.
Claire!
Save him!
What do you need?
What is it?
Do what you must. Heal him.
I'm sorry.
He's gone.
He cannot be. He cannot.
Do something.
Save him!
I take it back.
I do not release you from your oath.
You cannot leave me.
Ghoistidh.
Jamie...
Murtagh.
My friend.
Colonel Fraser.
Victory tastes sweet, does it not?
They are finished. We must celebrate this glorious day.
Is the slaughter of innocent men cause to celebrate?
I'm not sure I take your meaning, Colonel.
I meant exactly what I said.
[clicks tongue] Now, I understand
how difficult it must have been to engage your own countrymen,
but what we have accomplished here today will be written about in history.
Will it be written in history, sir,
that you killed and maimed and paid no heed to the destruction you left?
That you brought cannon upon your own citizens.
No.
It'll say that you put down rebellion.
Preserved order.
Punished wickedness.
Did justice in the King's name,
but you and I both know what happened here.
There is the law, and there is what is done.
Now, what you have done
is kindle a war for the sake of your own glory.
I had no personal stake in this.
No need to glorify my own exploits, as you put it.
None?
Save the governorship of New York.
I told you.
I told you
I would not leave North Carolina in a state of disorder and rebellion.
Now, I have done what I have done as a matter of duty.
And because you have done your duty, as promised,
I am going to overlook your... insolence.
Aye.
I've paid my debt.
And I'm finished with my obligation to you and to the Crown.
You may have your coat back, sir.
[stifled sobs]
Roger?
[screaming in pain]
[woman] Have you seen Captain MacKenzie?
It's been awhile since he left. Are you sure?
[man] Captain MacKenzie?
[Jamie] Colonel.
What happened here?
Why did you hang these men?
Regulator prisoners. Tryon ordered their execution.
Have you seen a Captain MacKenzie of Fraser's Ridge?
No, Colonel, I have not.
Captain MacKenzie?
- Have you seen Captain MacKenzie? - No.
- Have you seen a Captain MacKenzie? - No.
Roger?
[voice shaking] Bree...
[speaking Gaelic]