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#101 : Sassenach

Pendant leur seconde lune de miel avec son mari Frank, Claire Randall, qui était infirmière pendant la Seconde Guerre Mondiale, est mystérieusement transportée en Ecosse de l'an 1743 où elle est enlevée par un groupe d'Highlanders. Elle y rencontre un jeune guerrier appelé Jamie.

Titre VO
Sassenach

Titre VF
Sassenach

Première diffusion
09.08.2014

Première diffusion en France
03.04.2016

First Look Saison 1 (VO)
First Look Saison 1 (VO)

  

Disappearance Trailer (VO)
Disappearance Trailer (VO)

  

Trailer Saison 1 (VO)

  

Sneak Peek 1 (VO)

  

Résumer par Paste Magazine (VO)
Résumer par Paste Magazine (VO)

  

Sneak Peek 2 - (VO)

  

Sneak Peek 3 - (VO)

  

Trailer Saison 1 VOSTFR (Netflix)
Trailer Saison 1 VOSTFR (Netflix)

  

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Ecrit par : Ronald D. Moore.
Réalisé par : John Dahl.

"Des gens disparaissent tous les jours. Des jeunes filles s'enfuient de chez elles, des enfants s'éloignent de leurs parents et on ne les revoit jamais. Des femmes au foyer prennent l'argent des courses et un taxi pour la gare. La plupart de ses disparus finissent par être retrouvés. Après tout, chaque disparition a son explication. Du moins, en général."

L'histoire débute six mois après la fin de la Seconde Guerre Mondiale. Dans un village écossais, Claire Randall s'arrête devant une boutique, observant un vase et prenant conscience qu'elle n'en possède aucun, qu'elle n'a jamais vécu suffisament longtemps quelque part pour que ça soit le cas...

Flashback. Claire, infirmière, s'occupe de la jambe grièvement blessée d'un soldat. La guerre est l'enfer, et sans la médecine moderne, les choses ne seraient que pires. Un médecin arrive et prend le relais de Claire, qui s'éloigne. Plus loin, elle entend des cris de joie : la guerre est finie. Toujours ensanglantée, elle observe les soldats qui sont d'humeur festive.

Claire et Frank Randall sont en Ecosse pour leur seconde lune de miel, afin de prendre un nouveau départ. Mais c'était aussi plus que ça, il leur fallait des vacances pour retrouver les personnes qu'ils étaient après leur séparation dûe à la guerre.

Ils arrivent à Inverness, un petit village qui est en période sacrificielle en l'honneur de Saint Odhran. Dans le Bed & Breakfast où ils vont loger, ils rencontrent Mme Bairds avec qui ils parlent de l'évènement qui va bientôt arriver : Samhain. Dans leur chambre, ils parlent de fonder une famille avant de se raconter des anecdotes de lorsqu'ils étaient en guerre, essayant de se souvenir l'un de l'autre quand ils étaient séparés.

Alors qu'ils se baladent en voiture, Claire se souvient de quand elle était enfant : à la mort de ses parents, elle a été élevé par son oncle qui était archéologue et l'avait suivi lors de ses fouilles. De ce fait, elle est déjà accoutumé aux habitudes de son mari, qui est historien. Alors que Claire s'intéressent aux plantes médicinales, Frank a actuellement comme passion son arbre généalogique, raison qui les ont amenés aux ruines de Castle Leoch, sur les traces d'un de ses ancêtres. Ils arpentent les couloirs et les salles de du château, avant de trouver une salle dont l'entrée était fermée, qui aurait pu être la salle de "l'ermite" du château. Les deux époux profitent alors du calme pour se faire plaisir.

Plus tard, ils se rendent chez un religieux, afin de continuer les recherches sur l'ancêtre de Frank : le capitaine Jack Randall, un anglais qui dirigeait une garnison dans les Highland, et ces derniers n'étaient pas populaires. Claire en vient à se rappeler avoir été appelée "Sassenach" en ville, ce que le révérand lui traduit par "anglais" ou "outlander" (soit, un étranger). Pendant que les deux hommes parlent de leurs infos, Claire discute avec la gouvernante qui lui lit son avenir dans des feuilles de thé : les signes sont contradictoires, mais elle lui annonce un voyage prochain, sans pour autant qu'elle ne bouge ainsi que la rencontre avec un inconnu, et tout un groupe d'inconnus, dont l'un serait son mari. Mme Graham demande ensuite à voir la main de la jeune femme, sa main n'ayant pas un type de main habituel : sa ligne de vie s'interrompt plusieurs fois, et sa ligne de mariage est divisée ce qui signifie deux mariages, or la plupart de ces lignes divisées sont brisées mais la sienne est fourchue. Elles sont alors interrompues par les deux hommes qui parlent du protecteur de l'ancêtre de Frank, un duc de Sandringham. Claire annonce alors qu'elle rentre et prend congés de ses hôtes. Sur la route, elle s'arrête devant la boutique où elle observe un vase, réfléchissant sur les paroles de Mme Graham.

Alors qu'elle se coiffe prêt de la fenêtre de sa chambre, Claire est observée par un homme. Elle ne le voit pas, mais Frank, qui rentre, l'aperçoit : l'homme porte une tenue particulière, avec un kilt. Frank s'approche de lui et tente de lui adressé la parole, mais l'homme s'éloigne, et quand le mari de Claire se retourne pour le suivre, l'inconnu a disparu tel un fantôme... 

Dans la chambre, Frank raconte à sa femme son aventure arrivée plus tôt, persuadé d'avoir vraiment eu affaire à un fantôme. Il interroge alors Claire sur ses patients écossais pendant la guerre, en venant à lui demander si quelqu'un aurait pu vouloir la recontacter, insinuant une possible aventure, ajoutant également que si elle lui avait été infidèle dans ces circonstances, il ne lui en voudrait pas. Ils font alors l'amour, qui est pour Claire le meilleur moyen de toujours se retrouver avec Frank.

Au réveil, Frank annonce à Claire qu'il voudrait voir un rassemblemant de sorcières, ou plutôt de druidesses, qui se déroulerait dans un lieu appelé Craigh Na Dun. Ils s'y dirigent alors ensemble, dans la nuit, et assistent, cachés, à la cérémonie, observant des femmes se rassembler, chantant et dansant de façon mystique accomplissant un ancien rite. Le soleil se lève alors, le rituel se termine, et les femmes s'éloignent, laissant le couple à présent seuls en compagnie des menhirs.

Claire retourne à Craigh Na Dun pour reccueillir des fleurs de myosotis qu'elle y a vu, pendant que Frank retrouve le révérand Wakefield continuer ses recherches. Alors qu'elle cueille la fleur, Claire entend un bruit étrange qui la mène jusqu'au menhir central. Elle touche la pierre et ressent quelque chose de pire que lorsqu'elle avait eu un accident de voiture.

Elle reprend conscience peu après, au même endroit, avant de s'enfuir. Mais elle ne retrouve pas sa voiture où elle l'avait laissée et s'aventure à pieds pour retourner à Inverness. Au milieu des arbres, elle entend alors un coup de feu, avant d'apercevoir des hommes en tunique rouge ainsi que d'autres habillés en highlanders. Mais ce qui la surprend le plus est que les balles soient réelles. Repérée et poursuivie par des Tuniques Rouges, elle fuit jusqu'à tomber sur Frank, agenouillé au bord de la rivière. Mais elle se rend compte qu'il ne s'agit pas de son mari mais du capitaine Frank Randall, l'ancêtre de Frank. Elle fuit alors de nouveau mais l'homme la rattrape et lui demande qui elle est. Le capitaine, furieux contre elle et la prenant pour une catin tente alors de la violenter, mais un autre homme arrive et vient l'aider, avant de l'enlever.

L'homme l'amène alors dans une petite maison où se trouvent plusieurs higlanders. Lorsque celui qui semble être le chef lui demande son nom : elle se fait alors appeler Claire Beauchamp, comprenant que le nom de Randall n'est pas à son avantage. Les hommes prévoient de repartir, mais l'un des leurs est blessés, et voyant la façon dont ils s'apprêtent à le soigner, elle intervient et propose de s'en charger. L'épaule de l'homme remise en place, tout le monde reprend la route et Claire se rend compte que l'on ne voit plus les lumières d'Inverness, comprenant qu'elle n'est plus dans son époque d'origine, elle est forcé de suivre les hommes, montant à cheval avec l'homme qu'elle a soigné et qui partage avec elle son plaid pour la protéger du froid.

Ils voyagent toute la nuit. En début de journée, Claire reconnaît l'un des endroits qu'elle avait vu avec Frank, se souvenant de l'histoire qu'il lui avait raconté sur le fait que les anglais se servait de cet endroit pour des embuscades. Le chef informé de ce fait, ils balancent Claire à terre avant de s'élancer vers l'avant. L'embuscade était belle et bien préparée. La jeune femme en profite pour tenter de fuir, mais finie par être retrouvée par le jeune highlander qu'elle a soigné. Elle refuse de le suivre, mais il menace de la porter sur son épaule - qui saigne à présent - s'il doit l'amener de force et elle finit par le suivre. Ils rejoignent alors le reste du groupe et reprennent la route. Mais dans la nuit, l'homme s'éffondre et Claire aperçoit le trou dû à une balle et se prépare à le soigner une fois de plus, mais à chaque ordre qu'elle donne pour avoir du matériel, aucun de ses nouveaux compagnons ne semble comprendre de quoi elle parle. Cependant, ils sont également surpris par son language, surtout les injures qu'elle sort, chose qui pour eux est étonnant de la part d'une femme. A peine l'a-t-elle pansé qu'ils doivent à nouveau reprendre la route, bien qu'elle ne pense pas que ça soit judicieux. Cependant, l'homme l'informe que s'ils ne repartent pas, le capitaine Randall les retrouvera et s'ils ne peuvent partir avec lui, il devra rester sur place seul.

A l'aube du deuxième jour de voyage, ils arrivent à leur destination, à Castle Leoch. Claire sent que son voyage ne fait que commencer...

 

Ecrit par Makkura.

CLAIRE VOICE: People disappear all the time. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives take the grocery money, and a taxi to the train station. Most are found eventually. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. Usually.

SCOTLAND

Claire Randall looks vases in a shop window.

CLAIRE VOICE:  Strange, the things you remember. Single images and feelings that stay with you down through the years. Like the moment I realized I'd never owned a vase. That I'd never lived any place long enough to justify having such a simple thing. And how at that moment, I wanted nothing so much in all the world as to have a vase of my very own. It was a Tuesday afternoon. Six months after the end of the war.

BATTLEFIELD

Six months earlier, in what used infirmary. A wounded soldier's leg, screams of pain.

MEN:  Oh, God! Oh, God !
CLAIRE: Hold him ! Hold him right now !... You hear me ?
MEN:  Jesus !
CLAIRE: I'll have to clamp the femoral artery before he bleeds out.
MEN 2: It's all right, Jackie boy. You're going home, mate. You're going home.
MEN: Oh, my God ! Oh, Jesus.

A doctor arrives.

DOCTOR: Move !... We've got him now, Nurse… Scalpel.

Claire walks away. People laughing, cheering in distance.

NURSE:  Claire! Did you hear ? It's over ! It's really finally over !

The nurse gives her a bottle and hand celebrated the victory.

CLAIRE VOICE:  Somehow in my mind, V.E. day, the end of the bloodiest and most terrible war in human history, grows fainter with each passing day.

Back in Scotland, six months later.

CLAIRE VOICE:  But I can still recall every detail of the day when I saw the life I wanted sitting in a window. Sometimes wonder what would've happened if I'd bought that vase and made a home for it. Would that have changed things ? Would I have been happy ? Who can say ? I do know this: Even now, after all the pain and death and heartbreak that followed, I still would make the same choice.

OPENING CREDITS

SCOTLAND

Claire Randall and Frank are in their car.

CLAIRE VOICE:  We were in Scotland on our second honeymoon. Or at least that's what Frank called it. A way to celebrate the end of the war years and begin our lives anew. But it was more than that. I think we both felt a holiday would be a convenient masquerade for the real business of getting to know the people we'd become after five years apart.

They arrived in the city.

FRANK:  What do you suppose that is ?
CLAIRE: Huh ? Oh, good Lord. Blood.
FRANK: You sure ?
CLAIRE: Think I should know the look of blood by now.
FRANK: There's a stain just like it on the house next door.
CLAIRE: There's two more over there.
FRANK: We seem to be surrounded by homes marked with blood.
CLAIRE: Perhaps pharaoh has refused Moses, and the spirit of death will travel the streets of Inverness tonight, sparing only those who mark their doors with lamb's blood.
FRANK: Well, you may be closer than you think. Could well be some sort of sacrificial ritual, but I suspect Pagan rather than Hebrew.
CLAIRE: I had no idea Inverness was a hotbed of contemporary paganism.
FRANK: Oh, my dear, there's no place on earth with more magic and superstition mixed into its daily life than the Scottish islands.
CLAIRE: Hm. Shall we ?
FRANK: Lead on.

He enters a small hotel.

MRS BAIRD: The blood you saw is that of a black cockerel. It's an old custom at this time of year to make such a sacrifice to honor Saint Odhran.
FRANK: Ah, Odhran. He was sainted in the... The eighth century ?
MRS BAIRD: You know your history.
CLAIRE: I'm afraid my husband is a historian, Mrs. Baird. He'd quite happily stand here holding forth for hours if you encourage him.
FRANK: Hardly. Highland folklore is far from my speciality, but am I right in thinking there's... Isn't there an old saying associated with Saint Odhran ?

Mrs Baird speaks gaelic.

FRANK: Yes. "The earth went over Odhrain's eyes." He, um... he was buried alive, voluntarily.
CLAIRE: Charming.
MRS BAIRD: Are you a professor, then, Mr. Randall ?
FRANK: I will be soon.
CLAIRE: He's accepted a post at Oxford beginning in two weeks.
MRS BAIRD: Ah, then this is a last holiday before settling down to workaday life again, is it ? Well, you've picked a Bonnie time to be here. Just nigh on Samhain.
CLAIRE: I take it that's Gaelic for "Halloween" ?
FRANK: Well, Halloween is derived from Samhain. The church often took Pagan holidays, renamed them for their own purposes. Samhain became Halloween, Yule became Christmas, so on.
MRS BAIRD: Well, you're both welcome at the festival, of course. Mind you, ghosts are freed on the feast days. They'll be wandering about, free to do good or ill as they please.
CLAIRE: Of course, what would Halloween, Samhain, be without a good ghost story ?
MRS BAIRD: Oh, and we have those, for sure. I'll show you to your room.

Frank and Claire arrive in the room.

CLAIRE VOICE: Before the war we were inseparable. But for the next five years, we saw each other a grand total of ten days.

FRANK: It's not without its charms.
CLAIRE: Beats an army tent and a cot in the mud.
FRANK: Indeed.

CLAIRE VOICE: When the war ended, we both thought things would return to the way they once were, but they hadn't.

Frank sits down on the bed squeaking.

FRANK: Gosh. So much for marital privacy.
CLAIRE: Do you think the sound carries ?
FRANK: Um... I think it's fair to say Mrs. Baird will be kept appraised of any renewed attempt to start a family.
CLAIRE: Lazybones.
FRANK: Hmm ?
CLAIRE: You'll never manage the next branch in your family tree if you don't show more industry than that.
FRANK: Oh, really ?

Claire stands up on the bed and jumps.

FRANK: What are you doing ?
CLAIRE: Come on.
FRANK: Mrs. Randall, what am I to do with you ? Right.

He climbs and jumps with her.

FRANK: What are you doing ? You're gonna break the bed.

Both laughing. Mrs Baird hear the squeaking.

CLAIRE: You know, one of those things I used to try and remember, lying in my cot was the sound of my husband's laugh. I couldn't conjure it no matter what I did. Couldn't hear it, even though I'd heard it a million times before. It's the strangest thing.
FRANK: I know. I used to, um... I used to sketch this.
CLAIRE: My hand ?
FRANK: Mm-hmm. Well, the lines, really. Why, exactly, I'm not sure, but I had a very clear memory of this... this pattern. Made little doodles everywhere. There was, um... A brigadier once dressed me down because I drew it in the margin of a report for the minister. Yeah.

They are kissing.

FRANK: Claire.
CLAIRE: Shh.

They kiss again and begins to undress. We see Mrs Baird work when she hears the bed squeaking. She smiles.
The next day. Frank and Claire are on the road.

FRANK: Happy ?
CLAIRE: Yes.

CLAIRE VOICE: Frank's passion for History was another reason for choosing the Highlands.

FRANK: You see up there ? Up on top there, that's Cocknammon rock. And in the 17th and 18th centuries, you would have often found British army patrol up there lying in wait for Scottish rebels and brigands. Can you see how it commands the high ground in every direction ? It was a perfect position for an ambush.

CLAIRE VOICE: Not that I minded. I was raised by my Uncle after the death of my parents.

Flashback to the time when Claire was a child.

CLAIRE VOICE: Uncle Lamb was an archaeologist. So I'd spent the balance of my formative years traipsing through dusty ruins, and various excavations throughout the world. I had learned to dig latrines and boil water, and do a number of other things not suitable for a young lady of gentle birth.

YOUNG CLAIRE: Uncle.
LAMB: Oh, yes. The very thought.

End of Flashback.
Frank and Claire are arriving in front of a ruined castle.

CLAIRE VOICE: Frank's newfound passion was genealogy. His personal genealogy, that is. Mine was botany. I'd developed a keen interest in the use of plants and herbs for medicinal purposes.

FRANK: So what I can gather, Castle Leoch was the ancestral home of the laird of the MacKenzie clan until midway through the nineteenth century.
CLAIRE: Hmm.
FRANK: Here, take a look.

They goes inside.

CLAIRE VOICE: In a way, burying himself in the distant past gave Frank an ability to escape the recent. While I was in the army, Frank had served in London in Intelligence, overseeing spies and running covert operations.

FRANK: See, I think this might've been the kitchen.
CLAIRE: Really ?
FRANK: Mm. I would tell that's probably a hearth. Yeah. Strange. I have no evidence that my ancestor visited this castle, but it was within his operational sphere, so... It's just possible that he walked these very halls.

CLAIRE VOICE: He'd sent dozens of men behind the lines on secret missions. And most never came back. He didn't talk about it very often, but I knew it preyed on him.

They move in the corridors.

FRANK: It won't open.
CLAIRE: Oh, come on. Three, two, one.

They open the door.

FRANK: What do you think this was used for ?
CLAIRE: From the lack of proper lighting and ventilation, I would say... Province of the castle hermit ? Perhaps a troll or two.
FRANK: I don't think trolls live in pairs. Solitary creatures, they.
CLAIRE: More's the pity.

She sits on the table.

CLAIRE: All this... And no one to share it with.
FRANK: You'll get dirty.
CLAIRE: You can give me a bath.
FRANK: Why, Mrs. Randall, I do believe you've left your undergarments at home.

Frank made a cunnilingus to Claire.

REVEREND WAKEFIELD HOUSE

FRANK: Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I found hir.
WAKEFIELD: Oh, indeed. Let's have a look.
CLAIRE: "Him"? Is it... is it Walter ?
FRANK: No, darling, Jonathan. Jonathan Wolverton Randall.
CLAIRE: Finally. Captain of dragoons in the British army and your direct ancestor.
FRANK: Exactly. Otherwise known as "Black Jack," a rather dashing nickname that he probably acquired while he was stationed here in the 1740s. The reverend has found a series of army dispatches that mention the captain by name.
CLAIRE: Oh, how exciting.
FRANK: Mm. It is.
CLAIRE: Good to see all your sleuthing over the past week has paid off.
FRANK: Hmm. Yes, I was beginning to wonder.
WAKEFIELD: It appears black Jack commanded the Garrison at fort William for four years or so. Seems to have spent quite a bit of his time harassing the Scottish countryside on behalf of the crown.
FRANK: Well, he was hardly alone in that endeavor. The English were deeply unpopular throughout the Highlands in the 18th century.
CLAIRE: Well into the 20th, it would seem. I distinctly heard the barman in the pub last night refer to us as "Sassenachs."
WAKEFIELD: Well, I hope you didn't take offense. It only means "englishman," after all. Or at worst, "outlander."
CLAIRE: Mm.

Mrs Graham arrives.

MRS GRAHAM: I've brought you a wee bit of refreshment, gentlemen. I brought but the two cups, for I thought perhaps Mrs. Randall might care to join me in the kitchen...
CLAIRE: Yes. Yes, absolutely. Thank you.
FRANK: See you later.

They goes.

CLAIRE: Mm. Ah, it's been so long since I've had a good cup of oolong.
MRS GRAHAM: Aye. I couldn't get it during the war. It's best for the readings, though. Oh, I had a terrible time with that Earl grey. The leaves fall apart so fast it's hard to tell anything at all.
CLAIRE: So you read tea leaves, then ?
MRS GRAHAM: Like my grandmother taught me. And her grandmother before that. Drink up your cup. Let's see what we've got there.

Claire finished her cup and gives her.

CLAIRE: Well ? Am I going to meet a tall, dark stranger and take a trip across the sea ?
MRS GRAHAM: Could be. Or could not. Everything in it's contradictory. There's a curved leaf, which indicates a journey, but it's crossed by a broken one, which means staying put. Hmm. And there are strangers there, to be sure. Several of them. And one of them's your husband, if I read the leaves aright. Show me your hand, Dear.

She gives her hand.

MRS GRAHAM: Odd. Most hands have a likeness to them. There are patterns, you know? But... This is a pattern I've not seen before. Oh. The large thumb, now, means that you're strong-minded and you've a will not easily crossed. And this is your mount of Venus. In a man, it means he likes the Lasses. But it is a bit different for a woman. To be polite about it, your husband isna likely to stray far from your bed…The lifeline's interrupted, all bits and pieces. The marriage line's divided. Means two marriages. But... Most divided lines are broken. Yours is... Forked.

Frank and Wakefield arrives.

WAKEFIELD: I suspect your ancestor had a patron. A prominent and powerful man who could protect him from the censure of his superiors.
FRANK: Possibly, but it would have to have been someone very high up in the hierarchy of the day to exert that kind of influence. The Duke of Sandringham.
WAKEFIELD: The Duke of Sandringham.
FRANK: No, no, no. Hold on, wasn't sandringham a suspected jacobite himself ?
WAKEFIELD: Aye, you know, I believe you're right. And the Duke died under very suspicious circumstances just before the battle of...
MRS GRAHAM: None of that, none of that. Stand away before you do some permanent damage.
FRANK: We're getting somewhere at last.
CLAIRE: I'm really glad to hear it, but I think I shall take my leave.
WAKEFIELD: Oh, so soon ?
CLAIRE: Yes, I, uh... feel a bath is in order.
WAKEFIELD: Aye, of course. Well, I hope you'll join us for Samhain tomorrow night.
CLAIRE: What, the pagan festival ? Reverend Wakefield, you do astonish me.
WAKEFIELD: Well, I love a good ghost story as much as the next fellow.
CLAIRE: Right. Take your time, darling. But do try to get home before the storm breaks.
FRANK: I will.

She goes.
This is the scene that you see at the beginning of the episode with the vases.

CLAIRE VOICE: I'd never put any stock in superstition. And my catholicism was nominal at best. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mrs. Graham's words had the ring of prophecy. The war had taught me to cherish the present because tomorrow might not ever come to pass. What I didn't know at the time was that tomorrow would prove less important than yesterday.

Later, in the hotel room. Claire brushes his hair.

CLAIRE: Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.

Franck walking in the rain on the way. He sees an Highlanders who look to their room.

FRANK: Excuse me. Can I help you with something ?

The Highlander disappears.
Frank enters the room and goes to the window.

CLAIRE: Frank, I was hoping to have the whole place lit up by the time you got back. Darling ? What's the matter ? Frank.
FRANK: Hmm ?
CLAIRE: You look like you've seen a ghost.
FRANK: I'm not at all sure that I haven't.

A few minutes later...

FRANK: When he pushed past me, he was close enough that I should have felt him brush my sleeve as he passed, but I... I didn't. And then I turned around to say something, and he'd gone. He just vanished. That's when I felt a chill down my spine.
CLAIRE: Hmm.
FRANK: Did you have many scots in your charge during the war ?
CLAIRE: Yes. Was quite a few. There was one in particular. He was a Piper in the third seaforths. He couldn't stand being stuck with a needle. Was...
FRANK: Right.
CLAIRE: What is it, exactly, that you're asking me, Frank ?
FRANK: When I saw that chap staring up at you, I thought he might be someone you'd nursed. Someone who might be looking for you now. To reconnect.
CLAIRE: To "reconnect ?"
FRANK: It wouldn't be unusual. It wouldn't be surprising if you'd... Sought some comfort.
CLAIRE: Are you asking me... If I've been unfaithful ?
FRANK: Claire...
CLAIRE: Is that what you think of me, Frank ?
FRANK: No, darling, no. No. All I meant was that even if you had, it would make no difference to me. I love you, and nothing you could ever do could stop my loving you… Forgive me. I... Forgive me ?
CLAIRE: Of course.

He takes her in his arms. Within minutes, they undress and have sex.

CLAIRE VOICE: Sex was our bridge back to one another. The one place where we always met. Whatever obstacles presented themselves during the day or night, we could seek out and find each other again in bed. As long as we had that, I had faith that everything would work out.

After Claire and Frank are lying against each other in bed

FRANK: That reminds me, I, um... I want to set an alarm.
CLAIRE: Mm-mm, no.
FRANK: Mm ?
CLAIRE: I thought we weren't setting alarms on this trip.
FRANK: I want to see the witches.
CLAIRE: Must I ask ?
FRANK: Apparently there's a circle of standing stones on a hill just outside the village, and there's a local group who still observe rituals there. Well, they're not actually witches. This lot are meant to be druids. Sadly I don't think they'll be a coven of devil worshippers.
CLAIRE: Well, it's a pity. Can't imagine anything I'd rather do.
FRANK: Liar.
CLAIRE: Where will we be watching this spectacle ?
FRANK: A place called Craigh na Dun.
CLAIRE: Mm-hmm.

CRAIGH NA DUN

In the middle of the night, Claire and Frank arrive around the menhirs.

FRANK: So according to local folklore, these stones were carried here from Africa by a race of Celtic giants.
CLAIRE: I wasn't aware that the celts made a lot of trips to Africa.
FRANK: Only the giant ones.

They see the lights of a village in the distance.

CLAIRE: Is that Inverness ?
FRANK: Yes, it must be.

They hear noise.

FRANK: Someone's coming.

They hide and see women arrived near the menhirs.
They perform a dance accompanied by a Gaelic song.

CLAIRE: Is that Mrs. Graham ?
FRANK: I think it is. The reverend's housekeeper's a witch.
CLAIRE: Not a witch. A druid, remember ?

They watch the ceremony.

CLAIRE VOICE: They should have been ridiculous. And perhaps they were. Parading in circles on top of a hill. But the hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sight. And some small voice inside warned me, I wasn't supposed to be here. That I was an unwelcome voyeur to something ancient and powerful.

One of druidesses recites someone else. The sun begins to rise. The dance stops when the sun completely up. The druids gathered in a circle in the highest menhir. They are leaving.
Once alone. Claire and Frank approach the menhirs. Frank takes notes and Claire look at the plants.
Frank hears a woman's voice.

WOMAN: Wait for me. I'm caught on something. I'll be there in a minute.

Frank goes to Claire.

FRANK: Claire. Someone's coming.

They hide behind one of the menhirs. One of druidesses arrives.

CLAIRE: Come on.

The young woman seeks an object she had forgotten and then sits on a tree tron.

FRANK: We should go.

They goes.

HOTEL ROOM

Claire reads a book.

FRANK: What have you got there ?
CLAIRE: Mm, I'm looking for that plant. I think it's a Forget Me Not, but I'm not sure.
FRANK: Why don't you pop back and get it ?
CLAIRE: I was considering it. Would you care to go with me ?
FRANK: Oh, darling, I'd love to, but I've got an appointment with the reverend. He found a box of materials last night. Bills of sale from Black Jack's quartermaster.
CLAIRE: That sounds terribly exciting.
FRANK: You're laughing at me.
CLAIRE: Never. Shall I meet you for dinner later ?
FRANK: Yes. Love you.
CLAIRE: Love you. Come here.

They kiss and Frank goes.

CRAIGH NA DUN

Claire returns to the menhirs to search the plant. She then picks up a wind lifts the. A thud from a more menhir which is in the middle of others. Claire approaches and key.

Flashback to a car accident…

CLAIRE VOICE: Once, traveling at night, I fell asleep in the passenger seat of a moving car. Lulled by the noise and the motion into an illusion of serene weightlessness. Then the driver took a bridge too fast. And I woke to see the world spinning outside the car windows, and the sickening sensation of falling at high speed. That is as close as I can come to describing what I experienced. But it falls woefully short.

End of flashback.
Claire wakes up in the middle of the menhirs. She goes to the place where his car but she was no longer there and there is no road.

CLAIRE: What ?

Claire begins to walk when she is surprised by a gunshot. She looks around and sees the red-coated soldiers.

CLAIRE VOICE: When confronted with the impossible, the rational mind will grope for the logical.

A second gunshot, startling her. She starts to run.

CLAIRE VOICE: Perhaps I had stumbled onto the set of a cinema company filming a costume drama of some sort.

She stumbles and falls. Getting up, she sees the Highlanders run to escape the redcoats. One of them pulls his enemies.

CLAIRE VOICE: But there was no logical reason for actors to fire live ammunition.

A redcoats see Claire and shoot at him. She runs to a river or she sees a redcoats who looks exactly like Frank.

CLAIRE: Frank ?... What the devil are you doing ?... You're not Frank.
RANDALL: No, madam, I'm not.
CLAIRE: Who the bloody hell are you ?
RANDALL: I'm Jonathan Randall, esquire. Captain of his majesty's eighth dragoons. At your service.

Claire flees but Randall catches her against the rocks.

RANDALL: Who are you ?
CLAIRE: My husband's expecting me. He'll come looking for me if I'm not back in ten minutes.
RANDALL: Your husband. What's his name ?
CLAIRE: Ah !
RANDALL: What is his name ?
CLAIRE: Frank.
RANDALL: Frank what ?
CLAIRE: Frank Beauchamp. He's a teacher.
RANDALL: Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Beauchamp, a teacher's wife. You must think me the fool. You'll be well advised to tell me exactly who you are and why you are here… Madam, you will find my patience is not infinite.
CLAIRE: Get off me, you bastard.

She spits in his face.

RANDALL: Ah, the speech of a lady. The language of a whore. I choose the whore.

He returns her against the rock and lifts her dress. A highlander happens and hits Randall.

HIGHLANDER: Druid !
CLAIRE: What ?
HIGHLANDER: Druid !

She follows him.

CLAIRE: Who are you ? Where are we going ? Where are we go

Redcoats coming toward them. They hide against a tree.

CLAIRE: He...

The Highlander prevents her from speaking. He knocks her.

CLAIRE VOICE: I wanted it to be a dream, but I knew it wasn't.

Claire begins to wake up. They are on a horse and comes to a home.

CLAIRE VOICE: If nothing else, my erstwhile savior fairly reeked of Odors too foul to be part of any dream I was likely to conjure up.

He brings her. Other Highlanders are there.They speak gaelic. The oldest approaches her.

HIGHLANDER: Let's have a look at you, then, lass.
CLAIRE: I trust you're able to see me now.
HIGHLANDER: What's your name ?

CLAIRE VOICE: I decided to continue using my maiden name. If they intended to ransom me, I didn't want to lead them back to Frank.

CLAIRE: Claire. Claire Beauchamp.
HIGHLANDER:  Claire Beauchamp.
CLAIRE: That's right. And just what the hell do you think you're
HIGHLANDER: You said you found her ?
HIGHLANDER 2:  Aye. She was having words with a certain Captain of dragoons with whom we are acquaint'. There seemed to be some question as to whether the lady was or was not a whore.
HIGHLANDER: And what was the lady's position in this discussion ?
CLAIRE: I am not.
HIGHLANDER 3:  We could put it to the test.
HIGHLANDER: I don't hold with rape. And we've not the time for it, anyway.
HIGHLANDER 2:  Dougal, I've no idea what she might be or who, but I'll stake my best shot she's no a whore.
DOUGAL: We'll puzzle it out later. We've got a good distance to go tonight. And we must do something about Jamie first.

CLAIRE VOICE: Escape was my chief concern. But I had no idea where I was. And trying to find the road back to Inverness in the gathering darkness felt like a fool's errand.

Dougal is ready to Jamie, the Highlanders hurt.

DOUGAL: Out o' joint, poor bugger. You can't ride with it like that, can you, lad ?
JAMIE: Hurts bad enough sitting still. I couldna manage a horse.
DOUGAL: I don't mean to be leaving him behind.
JAMIE: There's no help for it, then.
HIGHLANDER: I'll have to force the joint back.
JAMIE: Aye.

CLAIRE VOICE: The wisest course of action would have been to keep my head down, my mouth shut, and wait for the search parties Frank must have called out by now.

HIGHLANDER:  Here, lad.

Jamie takes a bottle and drinks. The Highlanders speak Gaelic. They approached Jamie.

HIGHLANDER: Hold him.
CLAIRE: Don't you dare !

She approaches and the Highlanders out their knives.

CLAIRE: Stand aside at once. You'll break his arm if you do it like that. You have to get the bone of the upper arm in the correct position before it slips back into joint.

Dougal let her pass.

CLAIRE: Hold him steady.
JAMIE: Ah...
CLAIRE: This is the worst part.
JAMIE: Gah !

Claire puts the arm in place Jaimie. Jaimie speak Gaelic.

JAMIE: It doesn't hurt anymore.
CLAIRE: It will. It will be tender for about a week. You'll need a sling… You. Fetch me a long piece of cloth or a belt.
HIGHLANDER: "Fetch me," she says. Do you hear that, lads ?
DOUGAL: Give her your belt.
JAMIE: Taking a guess you've done this before.
CLAIRE: I'm a nurse.
JAMIE: Aye.
CLAIRE: Not a wet nurse… He mustn't move the joint for two or three days. When you begin to use it again, go very slowly at first. Stop at once if it hurts. And use warm compresses on it daily. All right. How does that feel ?
JAMIE: Better. Thank you.
DOUGAL: Can you ride ?
JAMIE: Aye.
DOUGAL: Good. We're leaving.

They go out.

CLAIRE: Where is it ? Where's the city ? Should be visible from here.
JAMIE: Inverness ? You're looking straight at it.

CLAIRE VOICE: There were no electric lights as far as the eye could see, so as much as my rational mind rebelled against the idea, I knew in my heart I was no longer in the 20th century.

DOUGAL: Get yourself up. You be sure to stay close to the rest of us. And should you try anything else, I shall slit your throat for you. Do you understand me ? Gimme your foot. Give it to me.

He made jump her on the horse in front of Jamie. Other Highlanders get on their horses.

CLAIRE: Careful. What are you trying to do ?
JAMIE: I'll get my plaid loose to cover you. You're shivering.
CLAIRE: Thank you, but I'm fine, really.
JAMIE: You're shaking so hard it's making my teeth rattle. The plaid'll keep us both warm, but I canna do it one-handed. Can you reach ?

She covers.

JAMIE: Don't want you to freeze before sunup.
CLAIRE: Sunup ? You mean we'll be riding all night ?
JAMIE: All night. And the next one too, I reckon. A fine time of year for a ride, though.
DOUGAL: Druid.

They leave. They ride all night and day. Claire recognize the place.
She remembers what Frank told her “
You see up there ?”

CLAIRE: I know this place.
JAMIE: Been through here before, have you ?
CLAIRE: Yes.

FRANK (in flashback): The 17th and 18th centuries, you'd have often found a British army patrol up there.

CLAIRE: I recognize that rock. The one that looks like a cock's tail. It has a name. [
JAMIE: Cocknammon rock.
CLAIRE: The English, they... they used it for ambushes. They could be lying in wait right now.
JAMIE: It's a Bonnie place for an ambush, right enough… Dougal.

They catches up Dougal.

JAMIE: Dougal. Dougal.

They speaks Gaelic.

DOUGAL: Now, you'll be telling me exactly how and why you come to know there's an ambush up ahead.
CLAIRE: I don't know, but I heard the redcoats use Cocknammon rock...
DOUGAL: Where did you hear ?
CLAIRE: In the village.

Dougal looks around and motioned to the others. Jamie pushes Claire on the ground.

JAMIE: Hide yourself !

The redcoats appear. They are fighting. Claire flees.
Jamie catches up her.

JAMIE: Lost your way ?

He approaches her.

CLAIRE: I hope you haven't been misusing that shoulder. You're hurt.
JAMIE: This lot isna my blood. Not much of it, anyway… Dougal and the others will be waiting further up the stream. We should go.
CLAIRE: I'm not going with you.
JAMIE: Yes, you are.
CLAIRE: What, are you going to cut my throat if I don't ?
JAMIE: Why no ? But... You don't look that heavy. Now if you won't walk, I shall pick you up and throw you over my shoulder… Do you want me to do that ?
CLAIRE: No.
JAMIE: Well, then... I suppose that means your coming with me.

They go join the others.

CLAIRE: Serves you right. Probably torn your muscles as well as bruising.
JAMIE: Well, wasna much of a choice. If I dinna move my shoulder, I'd never have moved anything else ever again. I can handle a single redcoat with one hand. Maybe even two. Not three. Besides, you can fix it for me again when we get to where we're going.
CLAIRE: That's what you think.
HIGHLANDER: Here's to you, lass. For tipping us to the villains in the rocks and giving us a wee bit o' fun !

They drink to his health. Jamie takes the bottle and drinks then give to Claire.

JAMIE: Have a wee nip. It willna fill your belly, but will make you forget you're hungry.

She drink. They resume their journey. In the middle of the night, Jamie make discomfort.

CLAIRE: Stop ! Help ! He's going over !

Jamie fall.

CLAIRE: Help me get him up. Come on.
HIGHLANDER: Take it easy.

They move him to the side.

CLAIRE: Gunshot wound. The idiot could have said something. It's a clean exit. I think the round's gone straight through the muscle. I don't think it's serious, but he's lost a lot of blood. It'll need to be disinfected before I can dress it properly.
HIGHLANDER: Disinfect ?
CLAIRE: Yes, it must be cleaned of dirt to protect it from germs.
HIGHLANDER: Germs ?
CLAIRE: Just get me some iodine. Merthiolate ? Alcohol ?
HIGHLANDERS: Oh. Oh, yes. Yes. Here you go.

Claire puts the alcohol on the wound. Jamie wakes up.

CLAIRE: Welcome back.
JAMIE: I'm all right, just a wee bit dizzy.
CLAIRE: You're not all right. Can you tell how bad you were bleeding ? You're lucky you're not dead. Brawling and fighting and throwing yourself off horses. Right, I need a sterile bandage and some clean cloth... Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

She snatches a piece of her dress.

CLAIRE: Hold still… Easy... All right. Lift him up.

She tries to make him a bandage.

CLAIRE: Come on, you goddamn bloody bastard.
DOUGAL: I've never heard a woman use such language in my life. Hm.
HIGHLANDER: Your husband should tan your hide for you, woman.
HIGHLANDER 2:  St. Paul says, "let a woman be silent..."
CLAIRE: You can mind your own bloody business, and so can St. Paul… And if you move so much as a single muscle while I'm tying this bandage, I will bloody throttle you.
JAMIE: Ah. Threats, is it ? And after I shared my drink with you.
DOUGAL: We've 15 miles to go yet. Five hours at least, if not seven. We'll stay long enough for you to stem the bleeding and dress his wound, no more than that.
CLAIRE: He needs rest. Did you hear me ?
JAMIE: Randall… The officer you... you encountered. He won't give up so easily. He commands the redcoats hereabouts. He'll have sent patrols out in every direction by now. I canna stay here long.
CLAIRE: You know Randall ? Black Jack Randall, that is ?
JAMIE: Aye. I won't risk you or anyone else being taken prisoner by that man. If ye canna fix me up well enough to ride, you'll be leaving me here with a loaded pistol, so I may determine my own fate.
CLAIRE: Might've well told me you were shot before you fell off the horse.
JAMIE: Didn't hurt much at the time.
CLAIRE: Does it hurt now ?
JAMIE: Aye.
CLAIRE: Good.

Jamie chuckles.

CLAIRE: That's about all I can do. The rest is up to you.
JAMIE: Thank you, Sassenach. Truly.
CLAIRE:  All right, well, on your horse, soldier.

They hit the road to their destination.

CLAIRE VOICE: Castle Leoch. I'd been here with Frank two days ago. Or was that in the future ? How could I remember something that hadn't happened yet ? So far I'd been assaulted, threatened, kidnapped, and nearly raped. And somehow, I knew that my journey had only just begun.

 

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