A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[Claire] Previously...
I love you, Jocasta MacKenzie.
This world may change...
but that will never change.
Must get a message to Murtagh, then.
If he can be warned, maybe he can convince his men to retreat.
I'll deliver the message to Murtagh.
You cannot win. You do not win.
The history has been written.
Then I do fight.
You're with the militia, aren't you?
I came to warn you about Tryon.
So, you're the traitor.
[gun fires]
I released you from your oath.
I'd never betray your mother,
no matter who asked. [retching]
Murtagh.
Roger?
Bree...
Fear not, it's not life or death.
Just a bit of red pen.
Or is it, Mr. Jones?
Uh... Sorry, sir?
Is it life and death, do you think?
I...
I don't suppose so, sir.
But I was wondering,
what does it mean when you write that,
so-and-so was "finally able to bury the hatchet"?
We all know that means to "make peace" in some way,
but can you tell me why
anyone would go to the trouble of burying one?
Perhaps you should just go, then.
Unless you have any last words for us before you leave?
"I came, I saw, I conquered."
[all chuckling]
Not quite what I'm looking for, Mr. Morgan.
And those were not Caesar's last words,
though he did meet an unhappy end.
Stay, Mr. Jones.
I wanted to see if you'd agree with me.
Because I do believe it's a question of life and death.
Your essays on "famous last words" were forgettable.
I wanted you to really think about why people say what they say.
And perhaps,
to consider what your own final words might be, given the chance.
[Morgan] What does it matter, sir?
I mean, this is history, not creative writing.
Because people live and die by their words.
They shape our thoughts and deeds.
Often, they define us.
Like bullets, once fired, we can't take them back.
They have impact, so choose them wisely.
Make them meaningful.
Live a life worthy of them.
Especially your last words, they outlive us.
And what will yours be, sir?
"It is my dying wish, oh, Lord,
that my students write structured arguments...
[all laughing]
supported by evidence, in legible handwriting. Amen."
No. Really, sir.
I'd say...
[clears throat]
I'd say, "Let history forget my name
so long as my words and my deeds
are remembered by those I love."
That's all for today.
Until next week.
You're early.
Couldn't resist the chance to see you in action.
And if you wanna make The Great Train Robbery,
we need to get a move on.
Yeah, are you sure you're all right with a silent movie marathon?
- You're not just humoring me? - No, I am.
[laughs]
But you suffered through an entire lecture about suspension bridges,
so, fair is fair.
Would those really be your last words?
[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 ♪
[projector whirring]
[inaudible]
[projector stops whirring]
[Claire] Well, everything looks good. Your throat's healing nicely.
Scar's faded.
How do you feel?
You really should try to speak, Roger.
It'll sound croaky at first, but that's perfectly normal.
[Brianna] Maybe just try to whisper?
All right, well,
just know that I'll be teaching Jem to say "sweater" and "aluminum."
It's not gonna be "jumper" or "aluminium."
[objects clatter]
70% of communication is non-verbal.
So, who needs words anyway?
We can pretend we're in one of those silent movies
we used to go and see in Oxford or Kenmore Square. [chuckles]
[Claire] Lord John has brought a whole trunk of books and gifts.
Would you like to come up to the house to see him?
[Brianna] All right, well, I'll go with you.
[footsteps disappearing]
[door closes]
[clearing throat]
[gulps]
[man] Coward, whichever way you look at it.
[projector whirring]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[projector whirring]
[inaudible]
[breathing heavily]
[Brianna] My roommate from MIT, Gayle,
she had this boyfriend who went to Vietnam.
I didn't really know him all that well, but,
she asked me to go with her to see him a few times after he got back.
He'd been back almost a year when I first went.
I don't really know what I was expecting,
but he was like a zombie.
Just no life in his eyes at all.
Gayle called it his "thousand-yard stare."
He was hit by some shrapnel, but he wasn't seriously injured.
Yeah, we would call that war neurosis.
Shell-shock.
It's been months now,
and you said that Roger is physically fine.
So, maybe it is war neurosis.
I mean, it must be mental, psychological.
It's like he's drowning in silence.
And he has that same thousand-yard stare in his eyes.
I'm afraid he's lost.
No matter how lost he is,
you just have to have faith that you find him.
[Jocasta singing] ♪ There'll be nae more lilting ♪
♪ Nae laughing or kissing ♪
♪ Go in peace ♪
♪ And leave us to grieve ♪
♪ Sighing and moaning ♪
♪ On ilka green loaning ♪
♪ The flowers of the forest ♪
♪ Are all wede away ♪
[footsteps approaching]
I thought perhaps I could have had a headstone made for him.
I ken 'tis not my place.
Murtagh and I were not husband and wife.
Neither were we father and son,
but doesn't make the pain any less...
or easier to bear.
He was as stubborn as your father.
If only he'd stayed by your side.
He did.
He kept his vow to me, to my mother.
He was loyal above all.
We cannae fault him for that.
Your carriage awaits, mistress.
[slow violin music playing]
You'll give my thanks to Claire once more?
Aye.
Well, goodbye, Auntie.
How careful we'd be if we kent which goodbyes were our last.
[breathes heavily]
"I offer my apologies for the injury done to your son-in-law.
It was a most regrettable error."
Governor Tryon has granted Roger 5,000 acres in the backcountry.
What? Why?
Compensation.
Or perhaps he thinks he can buy your forgiveness.
And what will we do with 5,000 acres?
It won't undo what's happened to Roger, but it's a valuable tract of land.
Tryon can keep his land. I don't need land, I need my husband back.
[clears throat]
[inhales]
[sniffs]
[intense music playing]
[breathing heavily]
[projector whirring]
[sighs]
[music intensifies]
[breathing heavily]
I brought something.
Something that always made me feel as though I had
the wisdom of the heavens in the palm of my hand.
The astrolabe is, in many ways, a model of the universe.
An instrument you can use to find your position,
whether on land or at sea.
You can even use it to tell the time.
To find our place in the world.
[chuckles] Perhaps we should start with something small.
How about telling the time?
So, if the sun was there,
that would mean...
5:30.
5:35.
[chuckles]
Well, I guess we don't have all the answers.
[John] No.
Sometimes we must have patience.
Thank you, John.
[rain pattering]
[sighs deeply]
Glad to see you found a way to distract yourself.
[scoffs]
Been a difficult few months.
Is there a medicine for grief in your time?
Some of your wee invisible beasties to gnaw away at it?
Unfortunately not.
I don't think there'll ever be a cure for that.
[exhales]
Except maybe time.
[scoffs]
Well, they say "time heals all wounds."
[Jaime] Aye.
[chickens clucking]
[thumping]
Hello?
- Hey. - What on earth is Roger doing?
He is working on the stairs for the loft.
Do you think he might stop for a wee while?
[thumping]
We brought you some leftovers.
I'll see if I can pry him away from his newfound passion for woodwork.
Careful, now, a chuisle.
A chuisle?
- Well, that's a new one. - Aye, it means "my blood."
I thought that was m'fhuil.
Aye, it is, but that's blood that comes out when you wound yourself.
A chuisle is something you say to a bairn, mostly. [chuckles]
One you're related to, of course.
It's lovely.
Tea's ready.
Stop!
- Jemmy. - [crying]
Oh, darling. Jaime.
Roger.
Roger, you spoke.
Can you say something else?
Does it hurt? Can you just try?
Try for me.
[Brianna singing] ♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling ♪
♪ Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost And gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪
♪ Excavating for a mine ♪
♪ Dwelt a miner, forty-niner And his daughter Clementine ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost And gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
♪ She was light And like a fairy ♪
♪ And her shoes Are number nine ♪
♪ Herring boxes Without topses ♪
♪ Sandals were for Clementine ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost and gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
[sobbing]
- [water flowing] -One, two, three, four, five, six...
[both] Seven, eight, nine, ten.
[gasps] Let's find Grand-da. Find Grand-da.
- [laughs] Hey! - [grunts] You found me!
- Shall we do it one more time? - Aye.
One, two, three, four, five,
- six, seven, eight, nine, ten. - [wild boar grunting]
Claire, take Jemmy and go to the cabin.
Now.
[boar grunting]
- [swishes] - [boar squeals]
[panting]
[barks]
Christ, it's Ian.
[Claire] Ian!
We thought we'd never see you again.
Will anyone be coming after you, lad?
Not unless he has any vengeful kin.
We'll eat well tonight.
[chuckling] In celebration.
Bree. Roger.
[sighs]
It is really good to see you.
Aye.
[Jamie] Well, lad, what do you think?
It's big.
- [Claire chuckles] -[Jamie] A lot of work went into it.
Blood, sweat and tears. Thankfully, all the settlers helped.
I can butcher the boar for us,
if you'd like.
Ian, you just got here.
Don't you want to settle in?
You must be hungry.
I'll have one of the men do it, or Marsali.
You should see her with a knife.
I killed him, I'll do the butchering.
Of course. Whatever you like.
Come.
Do you mind if I stay outside a bit longer?
Make yourself at home, lad.
[Marsali] What does my future hold?
[inhales]
[laughing]
That one's called The Lover.
But how many bairns is too many, Fergus Fraser?
[sighs]
For Roger MacKenzie, now.
The hanged man.
- [suspenseful music playing] - [laughs nervously]
It's my mistake.
We'll try again.
Let's... Let's try again.
- [clears throat] - [panting]
[grunts]
- [grunts] - [Brianna] What's the matter?
What's this?
Nothing.
Just a bit of harmless fun.
They are just cards you know.
Talk to me, Roger.
It doesn't matter to me how you sound.
I know this is hard.
Your voice, it's...
your gift.
But you're still you.
You're still the man I married and I want him back.
Please.
It's not even that you won't talk, you won't engage.
I know how badly you were hurt
and how scared you must have been.
[breath trembling] But I went through something awful too,
something dark and ugly.
And believe me, all I wanted to do was to crawl into a hole and die.
And sometimes, I still do.
But I didn't, and I don't,
because I have a husband and a son who need me.
I fought for us!
[tearfully] And now I need...
I need you.
Jemmy needs you.
I have been patient.
But I need to know.
I need to know that you are not lost and gone forever.
Are you coming back?
[tearfully] Are you going to fight for us?
I made you some special Almond Hog's pudding.
I remember it was one of your favorites.
It is.
Hey, thank you, Lizzie.
Lord, we thank you for this meal.
But above all, we thank you for bringing Young Ian home to us.
- [Claire] Amen. - [Brianna] Amen.
[Jamie] Amen.
What a tale you must have to tell.
Start at the beginning and don't leave anything out.
You already ken the beginning,
and we're eating the ending for supper.
What about the... The in-between?
Were the Mohawk good to you?
Well, what were they like?
[Young Ian] They were
good people.
Hmm.
Do you have plans to return north?
Back to the Mohawk?
No.
Bree, have you discussed the new land deed from Governor Tryon?
We're thinking about it.
If we're to hold onto this land,
we need to have it properly surveyed and registered.
I'm not sure Roger is able to take on something like that just yet.
Maybe we can send one of the men.
If Myers wasn't away trading...
Maybe Ian will be willing to go with him.
You ken how it's done, lad.
You helped us mark out our boundaries at the Ridge when we first came.
Will you do this for your cousin?
It'd be a great help to Roger, and to us.
Let's give him some time to think about it.
Aye.
Unfortunately our guest chambers aren't ready upstairs yet,
but you're welcome to the bed in the kitchen.
Thank you.
- [crickets chirping] - [strumming guitar]
[singing softly] ♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪
♪ Excavating for a mine ♪
♪ Dwelt a miner, forty-niner And his... ♪
[breath trembling]
[inhales]
[coughing]
[knocking at door]
Ian.
Lad, what are you doing out here?
I couldn't sleep.
Was the bed not to your liking?
I've not been used to having a bed in a house this grand, Uncle.
[chuckles softly] Aye.
We're, uh... We're overjoyed to have you back.
But you seem out of sorts.
You're not yourself.
What happened with the Mohawk, lad?
You can talk to me about it if you like.
I cannae give you the truth of it now.
I dinnae have the words.
But there are things you keep hidden from others.
You and Claire both.
Aye.
I understand.
Makes me heartsick to see you troubled so.
You need not worry for me.
Well, then...
I'll just sit here a wee while, if you dinnae mind.
I dinnae mind.
Does it hurts?
Mine hurts from playing.
They are not bruises, lad.
I chose them.
Germain Fraser, what are you up to?
I'm so sorry.
I dinnae mind.
Sometimes it feels as though I'm herding cats.
Two bairns is trouble enough but we have another one on the way.
I'm keeping up with the gardening [sighs]
and the sowing, and helping Claire in the surgery.
I'm at my wits' end before noon.
Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Bairns are only lent to us for a short time by the Creator.
If we're lucky.
I suppose.
Mine are lucky to have big brothers and sisters.
Like the Murrays.
I only have my wee sister Joanie.
She was not as
strong willed as your Janet...
My sister always had a mind of her own.
[chuckling] Aye.
She was a mischief maker.
To tell the truth, I was always a wee bit jealous.
Only Mama and sister for company at Balriggan.
You must miss your family.
I do miss my Joanie.
Only,
sometimes I feel guilty about how happy I am here.
I have... [sighs] come to be a home in this family.
I feel I belong.
Is that terrible?
No.
It is a good thing.
[chuckles]
Bairn's kicking.
Have you joined us before too long?
Oh. [inhales]
I'm glad you'll be here to welcome him or her.
[sighs]
Come on.
[chuckles]
[Brianna] I'm so glad Ian is going with you on the survey.
Before you leave, I wanted to give you something.
You told me that you had a toy airplane when you were a boy.
I didn't get to finish my degree,
but I do know a little something about aerodynamics.
I know that a sheet of paper is not made to fly,
but sometimes we have to adjust our expectations,
to bend and reshape ourselves.
There's a reason that the first wedding anniversary gift
is supposed to be paper.
And, after the pressures of 60 years, it's diamond,
the hardest substance on Earth.
I want our marriage to grow into something that strong.
I love you, Roger Mac.
[door closes]
[somber instrumental music playing]
[dog barking]
[Young Ian] Twenty-four.
You dinnae need to thank me.
I came on my own.
Did Brianna not give this to you?
You trust me not to break it?
[Claire] Marsali?
Have you prescribed anyone some water hemlock?
No. Why?
Well, it's just there's some missing. There's only one root left.
I thought maybe you prescribed it to someone for a migraine or...
I would not touch the stuff, being with child.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
It's just it's so dangerous.
I could've sworn we had at least four or five pieces of the root left.
What's that?
A paper bird?
It flies, but does nae sing.
I couldn't always understand the Mohawk,
so sometimes I'd talk to the birds instead,
so I did not feel so alone.
Do you ever wonder how they ken which way to go,
when winter comes?
They always seem to...
They always seem to go together.
Wish it was as easy for us as well.
[bird chirping]
[mimics chirping]
[projector whirring]
[breathing heavily]
[clears throat]
Were you dreaming?
Wherever you thought you were, we're both still here.
[cat meows]
Jamie, do you think there's a chance that Roger might not want to come home?
Why?
There's some herbs missing from my surgery
that are incredibly poisonous
unless administered correctly by a physician.
And I worry that he might...
Well,
when you were suffering, all those years ago...
I didn't want to go on living.
[breathes deeply]
Hang them and leave them as an example to all.
[heart beating]
For your treasonous crimes, you will be hanged by the neck until dead.
May the Lord have mercy on your souls.
[ropes creaking]
[prisoner grunting]
[grunting]
[gasps]
[exhales]
[somber violin music playing]
[dog whimpering]
[grunts]
[dog continues whimpering]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music playing]
[water tricking]
[somber instrumental music playing]
[speaking foreign language]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts] Why? Of all people, why would you stop me?
I saw you looking down at the cliff. I ken what you were thinking.
You have everything.
A wife that loves you, a bairn.
And still you dinnae wanna be with them.
When that rope was around your neck and you were dying,
what did you see?
[grunts]
What did you see in the darkness?
What did you see?
Tell me, what did you see?
[grunts]
[clears throat]
[voice shaking] I saw my wife's face.
Then there's no escape.
Even in death, I would see her face.
What...
What was her name?
It doesn't matter now.
Is she dead?
No.
But she's lost to me.
I only wanted the pain to end.
Just to be at peace.
Who can say where your soul might go if you...
You could be parted forever.
Not only from her, but from all who love you.
So, what now? Go home?
You're a fine one to talk.
You buried your weapon, your voice.
And now you dare to use it against me?
You're right,
I did.
But now I have to pick it up again and fight.
Can you?
I dinnae ken.
Then dig up your weapon
and come home with me until you do.
[dog barking]
[door opens]
Brianna.
Now, don't tell me you're at loss for words now.
No.
[sighs in relief] No, it's just...
I have been so scared.
Me, too.
Because even although I was saved,
a part of me died that day.
I know how that feels.
Trust me, I know.
Everybody wants the old Roger back.
But I'll never be that man again.
I studied history, I taught it.
Now I'm living it.
When I saw that tarot card, I thought,
"This is who I am now.
The Hanged Man."
Maybe this was my fate.
My own ancestor tried to kill me.
Maybe I wasn't meant to exist.
That is not true.
[Roger] Perhaps not.
But I have changed.
Remember when you asked me about my last words?
[softly] Yeah.
I thought I knew what they'd be.
But what mattered was the last face I saw.
[chuckles] And that face was yours.
Oh, Roger. [inhales]
I'll always sing for you.
No matter what, no matter where.
Whether you are there to hear or even if my voice isn't able,
I will always sing for you.
[Roger singing] ♪ In a cavern, in a canyon ♪
♪ Excavating for a mine ♪
[Roger and Brianna singing] ♪ Dwelt a miner forty-niner ♪
♪ And his daughter Clementine ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost And gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
♪ Light she was And like a fairy ♪
♪ And her shoes Were number nine ♪
♪ Herring boxes Without topses ♪
♪ Sandals were for Clementine ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost And gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪
♪ Oh, my darling Oh, my darling Oh, my darling, Clementine ♪
♪ You are lost And gone forever ♪
♪ Dreadful sorry, Clementine ♪