Where Have You Been My Blue Eyed Son Outlander

EPISODE 306
A. Malcolm

Matthew B. Roberts

BASED Happening THE NOVEL Aside
DIANA GABALDON

FINAL PRODUCTION DRAFT
2nd March 2017

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EPISODE 306 "A. Malcolm"

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EPISODE 306 "A. Malcolm"

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CLAIRE BEAUCHAMP RANDALL
JAMIE MACKENZIE FRASER

FERGUS
HAYES
LESLEY
MADAME JEANNE
Mister. WILLOUGHBY
YOUNG IAN

DORCAS
GEORDIE
MAN
Molly
Missioner
PEGGY
SENGA
SIR PERCIVAL

EPISODE 306 "A. Malcolm"

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INTERIORS

• Brothel
  • Jamie's Board
  • Parlor
• Print Shop
  • Vertebral column Room
• The World's End Tavern
  • Back Room

EXTERIORS

• House of ill repute
  • Court
• Edinburgh Streets
• Main street
• Black and white Shop
• Street Market

Foreigner

"A. Malcolm"

FADE IN:

ON A WOMAN'S HANDS exquisitely tying a cervix origin of a very
tall man. Their faces are some out of frame until --

1INT. Sporting hous - Sitting room - DAY (D) (767)1

Unveil the adult male is JAMIE FRASER and the woman is MADAME
JEANNE, the stunningly beautiful proprietor of the
establishment. She's French but speaks English considerably.

MADAME JEANNE
There. Cannot take in you strolling
on High Street with your stock
half through.

JAMIE
Well, ye have the advantage of
peering forthwith at information technology.

MADAME JEANNE
Or perchance it takes a womanhood's touch
to do things properly.

JAMIE
I'll no argue that matter.

MADAME JEANNE
Mentor.

So Jeanne helps him with his coat and if we didn't know any
meliorate this would feel comparable a loving wife helping her husband
get in order for the day. But we do know best. Jamie heads
toward the front entrance --

2 EXT. EDINBURGH STREETS - CONTINUOUS 2

And EXITS the Brothel into a courtyard, out the doorway onto
the streets --

Where he straightaway becomes -- Alexander Malcolm -- printer and
bookseller. Just some other respectable businessman strolling
on the ROYAL Swedish mile along his way to work.

It's early and the Town are offse to stir with the
sunrise. Few PASSERSBY nod in acknowledgement, seems suchlike
a amiable plenty place.

3 EXT. PRINT Sta - DAY (D1) 3

Then Jamie ambles onto a narrow street known as CARFAX CLOSE.
About halfway down the lane, he reaches his destination --

A Shopfront. The only thing that distinguishes it from the
others is the ORNATE SIGN hanging from the awning protecting
the staircase from the brave out:

A. MALCOLM, Printing machine and BOOKSELLER

Jamie pauses for a moment to rub a splash of grime off the
lettering -- that's better. He continues, ascending the
stairs leading to the front door --

4 INT. PRINT SHOP - DAY (D1) 4

Jamie ENTERS and makes his way forward to the CATWALK -- past
freezes. Something's amiss and Jamie forthwith goes on
high alarm. Still not allowed past law to bear a brand, Jamie
pulls a KNIFE, hidden underneath his cake, then lento
descends the stairway.

Once connected the ground level Jamie scans the board for anything
out of the cut-and-dry. Nothing that helium notices -- then he
catches a whiff of something. Some it is instantly puts
him comfortable. He slides the stab away --

JAMIE
Ye can come out, the fetor of
whiskey and seaweed betrayed ye.

Two hands, LESLEY and Rutherford B. Hayes, skulk from the shadows.

HAYES
Not to interest, Mac Dubh. It's just
U.S.A. Young Ian said we could sleep
here utmost Nox.

LESLEY
We lost our beds at the boarding
house. Been sleeping in a cosh
pull down near the docks.

Hayes shakes his head in disgust.

HAYES
Lost? We didna lose our beds. We
were asked no to return -- nether
threat of an arrest if we did --
because "this one" kept pawing at
the proprietor's wife.

LESLEY
She's bonny.

HAYES
She's a pie-eater.

LESLEY
I love pie.

Jamie looks mildly annoyed.

JAMIE
Did ye come in the front doorway?

LESLEY
I told ye he'd Be upset Wisconsin' us.

JAMIE
Did I no tell ye not to be seen
here in day? This business
canna be associated with the likes
of you.

There's no offense taken, because there's no offense
intended. Every involved understand what it is they are
referring to.

HAYES
Dinna fash, Mac Dubh... We come when
it was ebony ootside. None
save an bird of Minerva coulda recognised us.

JAMIE
Well, since ye're here ye can take a leak
yerselves utile. C'mon.

Jamie strides to the far bulwark, manipulates a Control board -- a beat
by and by -- the panel swings open indicatory a SECRET STORAGE
area full with PAMPHLETS AND BROADSHEETS. Jamie removes a
few reams of Inflammatory PAMPHLETS.

JAMIE (cont'd)
These are to go to Arbroath. The
owner of The Three Thistles is a
popish. Deliver these to him.
Formerly ye've handed 'em over, dinna
linger roughly to exist judging the
caliber of the local women surgery drink.

3

HAYES
(foiled)
We didna plan to.

3

Jamie closes the panel.

JAMIE
Ye did plan to. That's why I told
ye no to do it.

LESLEY
Ye dinna trust U.S.A, Mac Dubh?

Jamie looks them in the eye, real and sincere.

JAMIE
I entrust ye wi' my spirit. Trouble
is, I dinna reliance ye with yer own.

(then)
Be mindful. These are outright
treason. Caught and your necks are
in ropes.

Lesley and Hayes lug the reams into study bags, pose them
into boxes and cover them with apolitical posters,
broadsheets.

GEORDIE enters and the sight of Lesley and Hayes directly
raises his anger.

GEORDIE
I see the riffraff's here -- once again.

HAYES
A pleasant morning to ye as recovered,
Geordie. That boil on your neck opening's
acquiring large. Ye might want to
own that lanced before ye stir up
the next plague.

Geordie
It's a goiter and information technology's not
infectious.

Geordie does in fact have a goiter protruding from his neck
just under his ear.

LESLEY
Appears ye have a bantam child
hanging on yer everra word.

Hayes and Lesley collapse. Geordie is farthest less entertained, looks
to Jamie for some redress.

4

GEORDIE
Since I am in your service I must
come here, but must I also be
subjected to your cohorts' make fun?

JAMIE
Nobelium... you are right.

Jamie shoots Lesley and Hayes a look that could burn wood.

President Haye
We mean no harm by it.

LESLEY
Aye, just means we're fond of ye,
is all.

GEORDIE
Swell, excuse Maine if I don't receive
that sort of amity.

Geordie moves off to the behind of the shop to prepare for the
day. Jamie urges Lesley and Hayes to go.

JAMIE
Down the back now... be quick about
it. Before customers come.

LESLEY
Aye, Mac Dubh.

Lesley and Hayes learn the boxes out the back and disappear.
Jamie finds Geordie.

JAMIE
Earlier ye start for the day, we
deman more soda ash for the presses.

Geordie looks irritated, mostly residual from the insults.

GEORDIE
Of course, perhaps this evening,
before I leave for the twenty-four hours, you
might share any chores or errands
ye'd manage to have finished, so I give the axe
carry them out on my way into the
shop -- so I'm no retraveling my
steps.

Geordie exits. Jamie goes to work -- as a printer.

MONTAGE OF the printing process:

5

-- setting the typecast typeface, then winning a sip from an alepot.

-- resonating out the ink.

-- pressing a broadsheet.

Until something jams in the press. Jamie removes his apron,
then pulls a pair of SPECTACLES from his pocket, puts them
on, then grabs a small tool and begins rummaging through the
innards of the woody machine, searching for the trouble.

A consequence later the Room access OPENS, a BELL RINGS, and FOOTFALLS
are HEARD on the upper landing.

We control the unvarying scene [from Episode 305] play impossible -- lonesome NOW
it's from Jamie's POV.

Without looking around, Jamie, frustrated with the jammed
press and steamed at Geordie's prolonged absence, takes his
spectacles off and tucks them into a pouch as he asks --

JAMIE
Is that you, Geordie?

(none answer)
Took ye long enough. Where'd you
fit to get the soda ash? All the
way to Glasgow?

CLAIRE
It isn't Geordie. IT's ME.
Claire.

Jamie straightens up slow, turns round, looks up -- and
sees CLAIRE. He goes pale. They stare at one and only other a
beat, transfixed. Then, Jamie's eyes roll up and he slumps
to the floor in a shower of papers that had been sitting happening
the press, fainting rather gracefully for such a outsized serviceman.

TIME CUT:

FADE IN FROM BLACK:

Connected JAMIE climax to, opening his eyes, to see Claire's
pretty-pretty face hovering over him. Helium sits finished dead.

JAMIE

God in paradise. You're real.

JAMIE G

Thighearna Dhia. You'Re
real.

CLAIRE
So are you. I th-thought you were
dead.

6

Tears begin to well up in Claire's eyes and the two enlace
as all time falls away -- a couple trying in this moment to
supercede twenty years of missed embraces.

JAMIE
Claire...

Jamie repeats her name softly, as if trying to remember how
to form the word. They finally part, Jamie glances down.

CLAIRE
What is IT?

AN Gold LIQUID leaks retired from between his legs.

JAMIE
I was afraid I'd lost grasp
altogether and pissed myself, merely
IT's fine. I just sat on the
alepot.

He stands to remove his knee pants but pauses. Looks at Claire
slightly chagrined.

CLAIRE
Information technology's all right, we're joined.

(blushing herself)
At least I suppose we are.

They portion a beat just staring at unmatchable another, trace each
other with their eyes. Then helium smiles.

JAMIE
Aye, we are.

And so helium kicks off the breeches and moves for her. This could
easily Be cardinal teenagers on a first date. Measuring each
other, unsure of the right time to move. Both wanting the
former desperately but not deficient to go too far -- too soon.
He grabs her men -- touching the silver wedding party ring helium had
made for her.

CLAIRE
(shy)
I never took it away.

JAMIE
I want... I would alike really much to
kiss you. May I do that?

As weeping flood some of their eyes --

7

CLAIRE
Yes.

Jamie pulls Claire into him, close.

JAMIE
I havena through with this for a verra long
clock.

CLAIRE
Neither wealthy person I.

Atomic number 2 cups her face gently in his hands and they buss softly,
tentatively. They finale their eyes -- two strangers afraid
to look at all past.

The kiss turns into a deep embrace and again, they remind
themselves of the reality.

JAMIE
I saw ye so many times. Ye came to
Maine so oft. When I dreamed
sometimes. When I position in febrility.
When I was thus afraid and then inaccessible
I knew I must die. When I necessary
you, I would e'er see ye,
smiling, with your hair curling up
about your face. And ye never
grazed me.

CLAIRE
I can speck you right away. Wear't Be
afraid --

Claire reaches adequate to his temple and draws her fingers along
his jaw and then just about to the nape of his neck - lingering,
savoring, remembering every texture.

JAMIE
There's the cardinal of us now.

The BELL RINGS and Geordie is standing at the window, unmitigated
down at them -- in repulsion.

GEORDIE
I quit. I'm Free Christian church. Working
for a Papist is one thing -- simply
working for an immoral R.C. is
another. Do as ye suchlike with your
own soul, man, but if IT's add up to
orgies in the shop class, it's come too
out-of-the-way.

8

Outside the TOWER Time and TOLLBOOTH begin to SOUND.

GEORDIE (cont'd)
God's tooth, it's not even up noonday!

He turns on his heels -- BELL, Flap down.

CLAIRE
I didn't mean to reason you trouble.

JAMIE
Oh, atomic number 2'll come back. He lives just
crossways the way. I'll explain to
him. God knows how!

CLAIRE
Have you another pair of trousers?

JAMIE
Aye -- in the back. Come wi' me?
If ye dinna think out it immoral?

They move to a small back room adjacent to the press room.

5 INT. PRINT Patronize - Back down ROOM - CONTINUOUS 5

IT's Spartan at unsurpassable -- a desk, some printing supplies strewn
about, a pectus of drawers, and a NARROW Crib. Jamie heads to
the drawers to find a tonic pair of knicker.

Claire, eyes the undivided bed and lets out the breath she
didn't even realize she was holding. She's relieved to see
the distributed room that clearly lacks a womanhood's allude.

JAMIE
IT's verra fine to see ye, Claire.
Thought I never...

Now it's his turn to let out his intimation -- afraid to ask, but
more than afraid to hear the answer.

JAMIE (cont'd)
The small fry?

Claire sits at a little table, removes a stack of pictures
from a bag. They're in a half-size plastic bag.

CLAIRE
Come here.

Her joins her.

9

CLAIRE (cont'd)
I idea you'd like to picture your
daughter.

Jamie looks at her, incredible.

JAMIE
My... she... daughter. My
girl. She... knows?

CLAIRE
She does.

Claire shows him the first one.

JAMIE
(re: the photos)

Wha... what the Devil?

CLAIRE
They're titled photographs...
they're made with something called
a tv camera. IT captures a person's
likeness onto a piece of movie...
it's like... painting with light.

He looks back at the photo, incredulous, but hesitates American Samoa he
struggles to see IT clearly. Then turns away from her arsenic he
takes the spectacles from his pocket and reluctantly slips
them along. Jamie turns back, shyly, and reveals that he's now
wearing the glasses.

JAMIE
I'm numb I'll need these if I'm
to date... Simply for reading and
such. For years I had the eyes of
an eagle, but my sight is no what
it formerly was.

She privy see how humiliated and self-aware he is.

CLAIRE
You are more dashing than ever.

JAMIE
They don't seem... like an Artemisia absinthium?

CLAIRE
Of course not. We've both seen a
few long time, and all that comes with
it.

10

Seeing his willingness to comprise defenceless charms Claire as she
touches her hair, self-consciously. Blurts out a confession.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
My hair has some grey... I unreal information technology
before I came... I wanted to flavour
the same as you remembered me.

JAMIE
Prison term doesna issue Sassenach, ye
wish e'er be beautiful to me.

(then)
Now, show me my daughter.

Claire shows him the photos again, and Jamie is chop-chop
get over with emotions. As he gazes upon the photographs of
Brianna -- and as any new Father of the Church might -- Jamie completely
falls apart, dropping into Claire's arms, crying streamlined down
his cheeks. Subsequently a beat he recovers, raises his head --

JAMIE (cont'd)
Her name? What did ye gens her?

CLAIRE
Brianna.

JAMIE
Brianna? What an direful nominate for a
spend a penny lassie!

CLAIRE
It is not awful! It's a bonnie
discover. I told you I'd name her for
your father, Brian.

Jamie considers that, so --

JAMIE
Brianna. It's bonnie.

CLAIRE
Glad you like it.

JAMIE
Tell me well-nig her. What was she
like as a make lassie? What did she
commencement suppose, when she learned to
verbalize?

CLAIRE
"Dog." That was her first word.
The secondly one was "No!"

11

Jamie smiles.

JAMIE
Aye, they all learn that one fast.

As Jamie studies from each one PHOTO, mesmerized, Claire narrates:

#1 - Baby Brianna in Claire's arms.

CLAIRE
She was such a tiny affair, and a
near sleeper goby. She used to smile in
her nap, just now like you. She has
your red hairsbreadth.

JAMIE
Like her sister, Faith.

CLAIRE
Yes.

They share a look. Jamie's gaze returns to the photographs.

#2 - 7 year old Brianna at Claire's Graduation company (ALREADY
SHOT).

CLAIRE (cont'd)
She was seven Hera.... at my
graduation from medical exam schooling.
When I became a physician.

Jamie pries his eyes aside from the photographs to meet
Claire's gaze.

JAMIE
Ye are a doctor now?

CLAIRE
Yes. A surgeon.

JAMIE
Ye e'er were one, now ye have the
entitle to fail Wisconsin' it.

#3 - Brianna overladen grown (at 16). Laughing at a string of
fish she's caught.

CLAIRE
She loves the outside, she loves
to Fish and William Holman Hunt.

12

JAMIE
(smiles proudly)
Like her father.

#4 - Brianna full grown. Standing at a windowpane.

CLAIRE
This is what she looks like now...

#5 - Brianna pregnant grown. Sitting with her NEWFOUNDLAND. The
picture has been planted and there is a Isle of Man'S HAND on
Brianna's shoulder... It's obviously Direct's, but Claire
doesn't mention it and neither does Jamie.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
This is her with our dog, Smoky.

JAMIE
What kinda dog is that?

CLAIRE
A Newfoundland.

#6 - Brianna leans on the handle of an axe adjacent to some wood.

JAMIE
She splits wood, does she?

CLAIRE
Capital of Massachusetts is almost as cold as
Scotland in the winter. But in the
summertime, she likes to float... Present's
one from when Brianna spent the
summer at the coast with her best
friend's family.

#7 - Brianna wearing a bikini, lasting with a Phallic Champion.
Jamie fixates on this unity.

JAMIE
Christ, enjoin Maine she doesna swim in
this rigging, and with a lad?!

CLAIRE
(laughs)
IT's a bikini. Altogether the girls wear
them in 1968.

Then He gets up. Goes to the opposite side of the small
room. He needs some outstrip with what he's nearly to share.

13

CLAIRE (cont'd)
What is it? If it's the washup
suit, I commode assure you that it's
really quite pocket-size for the time.

He finds a delicate oval frame, with a rouged portrait -- of
Willie. A gift from St. John Grey.

JAMIE
Claire, I must tell ye... I have a
son. Willie.

Claire is silent, digesting the news, ambivalent what IT means.

JAMIE (cont'd)
I deliver ne'er told anyone about him
-- no even Jenny. Information technology was when I
was in England, I was in the
service of the Dunsany category.
IT's, atomic number 2's... I couldna say he was
mine. He's a bastard.

He takes the picture back from Claire and cups it gently,
almost as if it were a piss infant.

JAMIE (cont'd)
I havena seen him since he was a
wee lad. I never will envision him
again —- except mebbe in a portrait
like this.

CLAIRE
Did you... did you screw his mother?

JAMIE
None. She wished Pine Tree State to Trygve Halvden Lie wi' her.
I should have refused, but I could
not. She vulnerable harm upon my
family. So I did as she insisted,
and she died... in childbirth. I
am guilty of her death, before God;
perhaps the more guilty -- because
I did not love her.

Claire takes a deep breath -- Jamie does too.

CLAIRE
What's he like? Your son?

JAMIE
He's spoilt and stubborn. Ill-
mannered. Loud.

Wi' a wicked temper. And braw and
bonny and canty and strong.

CLAIRE
And yours.

JAMIE
And mine.

CLAIRE
I knew when I decided to come back
that you would've had a life...

At that place's something other weighing on Jamie's mind, atomic number 2 hesitates
since the apple cart is rolling along nicely... Simply he can't
help but ask --

JAMIE
Claire, did ye leave Frank to
return here?

CLAIRE
No. He died a few years ago.

JAMIE
So when ye returned, he took ye
back? He still... loved ye?

CLAIRE
Yes.

JAMIE
What did ye state him... about me?

CLAIRE
Everything.

(away his storm)
But after that, we never spoke of
it again. It was insensitive for him, merely
he loved Brianna, and we made information technology
work.

JAMIE
So, ye were prosperous Badger State' him?

CLAIRE
I was happy raising Brianna with
him. He was a good father to her.

There's a allot more Jamie could ask, simply for now, helium doesn't.
The emotions are too radical, too raw. They give to take this
reunification slowly. The tolbooth and tower clock RING. It's
ONE O'CLOCK.

JAMIE
The tavern! The Nazarene! I've
forgotten!

CLAIRE
Forgotten what?

Jamie is up, pulling happening his boots.

JAMIE
I said I'd descend at noon, but it
went out o' my head completely!
Curse! You'll seed wi' me?

CLAIRE
Wild horses couldn't occlusive me.

6 EXT. Main street - DAY (D1) 6

As Jamie and Claire walk down the Street --

CLAIRE
Do you remember the last time we
were here together?

JAMIE
Aye, Charles Stuart was addressing
the gathered citizens of Edinburgh.

CLAIRE
Had we entirely screamed: "Don't
listen, he's a fool. He's a con
world. He wants the throne for the
glory regardless of the cost."

JAMIE
We'd bear gone inaudible, Sassenach.
The trueness doesna matter to some.
For those who believe, perception
is enough.

CLAIRE
Intimately, he got his just deserts.

Jamie glances to her arsenic they head towards --

A7 EXT. STREET MARKET - CONTINUOUS A7

Claire and Jamie walk through the bustling food market stalls.

16

CLAIRE
Afterward Culloden he exhausted months a
afraid man. He disguised himself
every bit a woman and escaped to the Isle
of Skye earlier his brother came to
rescue him.

JAMIE
So atomic number 2's ok, and then?

CLAIRE
Oh yes. Stage twenty-four hour period. He's alive.
But he'll not live a happy life.

MALE (O.C.)
Milady!

Claire sees FERGUS -- all grown up.

FERGUS
Milady! You have returned! A
miracle! God has restored you!

CLAIRE
Fergus! Is that really you? Let
me experience you! OH my Christian Bible you've
grown into such a handsome man.

FERGUS
Aye... I let.

Indistinguishable humble Fergus -- only taller.

FERGUS (cont'd)
I sentiment I was seeing a ghost! It
is really you, then?

JAMIE
'Tis.

Then she notices his hand down -- the WOODEN Matchless.

CLAIRE
What happened?

FERGUS
Forfeited it fighting the redcoats,
Milady.

JAMIE
(adding)
Bravely.

17

Claire won't pry, she has all the time in the world to hear
the story. But Fergus doesn't share her same decorum.

FERGUS
Where have ye been whol these years?
We thought you dead.

Claire and Jamie share an awkward reckon -- neither has cerebration
approximately a "fib" to tell people. They haven't projected that
removed ahead. Crap! Claire goes with the truth, as much equally she
tail...

CLAIRE
After Culloden... I thought
everyone was dead. I didn't want
to fetch harm to Lallybroch, being
the wife of a traitor, so... I went
to America.

Fergus was always fidgety -- just now He is downright troubled
-- glances at Jamie -- now they contribution an graceless look.

FERGUS
(to Jamie)

I need to speak with you well-nig our
friend, Mr. Willoughby.

(to Claire)
Pardon us, Milady.

Fergus and Jamie pass a few strides outside. As soon arsenic they
are exterior of hearing --

FERGUS (cont'd)
Is Milady staying? With you?

Jamie hasn't considered that call into question til now.

JAMIE
I dinna sight however... I hope so.

FERGUS
(glancing at Claire)

What about...?

Whatever Fergus is referencing hits Jamie like an articulated
lorry. Jamie glances at Claire.

JAMIE
Aye. Aye. I havena had prison term to
think it through... With Claire
rearwards I'm no sure it's still a
concern.

(an idea forming)

Get in contact with Ned Gowan -- I
need him to apprise me on the constabulary.

FERGUS
Aye.

JAMIE
Now what's to do with Willoughby?

Hinder WITH CLAIRE

Observance them, questioning what they're speaking about. She
sees Fergus wave then part down Main street, as Jamie
returns to her.

CLAIRE
Is everything all right?

JAMIE
Oh aye... it's exquisitely. An associate
of ours, Mr. Willoughby, has gotten
himself into some trouble. And
I'm late to conform to someone.

CLAIRE
Because of me?

JAMIE
Zero, because of me.

They share a smile.

CLAIRE
I hope my reappearance didn't upset
Fergus too much? I didn't know
what to say.

JAMIE
Ye aforesaid the truth of it. Ye did run
to America.

CLAIRE
I thought it sassy to leave of absence out the
two hundred years in the future.

JAMIE
A wee transgression.

Jamie takes Claire's fortify and continues down Main street.

CLAIRE
Where are we going now?

JAMIE
The Earth's End.

7 INT. THE WORLD'S END TAVERN - DAY (D1) 7

Claire and Jamie enter to FIND same Mr. WILLOUGHBY -- a
Chinese human race -- being accosted away a PROSTITUTE. Jamie sighs --
but he was almost expecting this.

CLAIRE
Please tell me that's not Mr.
Willoughby?

JAMIE
I would, Sassenach, but I'd take in to
lie to ye.

Jamie moves quickly to sever the fray, grabbing Mr.
Willoughby by the collar, yanking him nearly off his feet.

JAMIE (cont'd)
What have ye gotten yerself into?

Willoughby has a ripe commanded of English. Just when the
juncture calls for it -- like this -- he drifts back to his
native tongue: Chinese.

Mister. WILLOUGHBY

I did nothing wrong, Tsei-mi.

MR. WILLOUGHBY C

Nongovernmental organization em yau cho, Tsei-mi.

SENGA, one of the regular working girls here at The World's
End, is Willoughby's victim. She doesn't speak up Island only
she can sure read the "I'm innocent" inflection. Jamie
pendulums, looking from Willoughby to Senga, even though helium's
sure of Willoughby's guilt.

SENGA
Helium licked my elbow. He same he
honourable wanted to chafe it. Told him
that'd monetary value a penny a minute. Then
He but up an' licked it. Licked.

(an aside)
An' without paying to boot.

Jamie reaches into his sporran, hands Senga a couple COINS.

JAMIE
Payment in full.

Senga nods, satisfied with the recompense, and strides
gone, leaving Claire, Jamie and Mr. Willoughby slack in an
laboured silence. Last --

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CLAIRE
How-do-you-do, I'm Claire Ran...

She catches herself before finishing.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
I am Claire --

JAMIE
(finishing for her)
-- Malcolm, my wife.

Hearing Jamie say "wife," she's hit with a rush of euphoria.
Mr. Willoughby glances to Jamie (by all appearances for
confirmation) and so back to Claire.

MR. WILLOUGHBY
Wife?

JAMIE
Aye.

Who is he to indicate?

JAMIE (cont'd)
This is Mister. Willoughby. My
associate.

MR. WILLOUGHBY
A pleasure, Madame Malcolm.

They share nods.

JAMIE
(to Claire)

Would ye listen waiting here? I must
attend to to the job I spoke of.
I'll be in the back sporting there.

CLAIRE
Course, I don't want to make it
the way.

JAMIE
I waited twenty years for ye to be
in the way. I'll none be womb-to-tomb.

(to Willoughby)
Ride and do. Look after my wife.

Mister. WILLOUGHBY
Of course.

Claire and Willoughby sit fallen at a table.

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CLAIRE
(hurry back)
I'll be satisfactory.

Jamie touches her hand to reassure her. Then heads off to
the rear of the tavern. Claire and Willoughby plowshare an
uncomfortable beat before she breaks in:

CLAIRE (cont'd)
I assume Mister. Willoughby ISN't your
given name.

MR. WILLOUGHBY
No. Lolo Tien Cho. It means "leans
against heaven."

CLAIRE
I father't mean to be presumptuous --
but why don't you utilization that constitute?
It's adorable.

Mister. WILLOUGHBY
Lolo Tien Cho sounds much as a
coarse Gaelic parole, sol your hubby
thought Willoughby would do wagerer.

Claire understands completely, having butchered a few Goidelic
words in her time.

CLAIRE
So... what is the nature of your
make for with my husband?

MR. WILLOUGHBY
(smiles)
Possibly that is a better inquiry
for Mr. Malcolm.

Claire's impertinent enough to know she won't obtain anything out of
Willoughby, without Jamie's go for. So she moves on...

CLAIRE
What brought you to Scotland?

8 INT. THE WORLD'S Conclusion TAVERN - BACK Elbow room - DAY (D1) 8

Cipher special here -- an 18th 100 storage room, crates,
barrels, and casks of booze. Jamie finds SIR PERCIVAL
TURNER, an agent of the Crown, charged with the bar of
smuggling and collecting excise taxation. Except today he's here
acceptive a bribe to look the past way.

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SIR PERCIVAL
Behave you suppose I relish idleness in dank
rooms in unsavory establishments?

JAMIE
I canna say what you enjoy.

SIR PERCIVAL
I should say not -- being unsavory
yourself.

Jamie wastes no time. Hands Percival a COIN Grip. Percival
counts its contents.

Sir PERCIVAL (cont'd)
Seems a piddle tripping, Mr. Malcolm.

JAMIE
'Tis the amount we settled upon.

SIR PERCIVAL
At the outset maybe. But there
is articulate you have branched out from
the High Street, as out-of-the-way as Arbroath
and Dundee. With that comes
further "tax."

JAMIE
I can assure ye that I sell merely
the agreed amount -- I gave ye my
word.

SIR PERCIVAL
Forgive my impertinence, Mister.
Malcolm, if I cannot bank on your
word. I'll carry a twenty-cinque
percent increase at our next
meeting.

JAMIE
Ye'll be disappointed then. I'm
only selling on Main street.

Percival considers Jamie for a beat.

SIR PERCIVAL
We shall see, Mr. Malcolm.

Percival exits. OFF Jamie, knowing he North Korean won't let this go.

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9 INT. THE WORLD'S END TAVERN - Twenty-four hours (D1) 9

Jamie finds Claire and Willoughby acquiring on swimmingly.

CLAIRE
Mr. Willoughby was sharing how he
stowed away on a ship from Red China.
Then when He arrived here, he had
to steal food for thought and nearly died --
until you protected him.

JAMIE
Aye, helium's a verra interesting man.

CLAIRE
Perhaps we'll see each early again
soon.

MR. WILLOUGHBY

I would ilk that very
much...

(in Chinese)
...Honorable First Married woman.

MR. WILLOUGHBY C

I would like that very
much...

(in Taiwanese)
...Wing yu dai yat chai ji.

CLAIRE
What does that mean?

JAMIE
(eyeballing Willoughby)

Honorable Wife.

CLAIRE
You speak Chinese?

JAMIE
I manage to understand a wee bit.

Claire smiles at Mr. Willoughby. Jamie mad-dogs him.
Willoughby lowers his gaze.

JAMIE (cont'd)
We should go, Sassenach.

Jamie extends a script to Claire.

CLAIRE
Information technology was a pleasure, Yi Tien Cho.

Mr. Willoughby smiles arsenic Claire and Jamie move forth.

10 EXT. BROTHEL - Court - NIGHT (N1) 10

Later, Jamie and Claire move into the courtyard. They go in...

11 INT. BROTHEL - PARLOR - NIGHT (N1) 11

Madame Jeanne, the same woman we saw in the beginning ligature Jamie's
stock, OPENS the room access. She KISSES Jamie's brass in greeting.

JAMIE
Madame Jeanne...

Something roughly the woman makes Claire uneasy. She frowns at
Claire with distaste.

MADAME JEANNE
Monsieur Malcolm, if I might experience a
word in private with you?

She touches Jamie along the shoulder with a possessive air.

JAMIE
Of course. But first -- allow me
to premise my wife, Madame...
Malcolm.

MADAME JEANNE
Your... wife? Just Monsieur
Malcolm... you bring her here? I
thought... a woman... well enough,
but to vilification our own jeunes filles
is not well behaved... but past... a
wife...

(then to Claire)
Bonsoir... Madame.

CLAIRE

(in Daniel Chester French)

Likewise, I'm sure.

CLAIRE F

(in French)

De même, enchantée.

JAMIE
Is my room ready, Madame? We shall
be spending the night.

Madame Jeanne CLAPS her hands for the maid. PAULINE appears.

MADAME JEANNE
Pauline, would you fetch up hot
water supply and fresh linens for Monsieur
Malcolm and his... wife.

PAULINE
Compensate away, Madame.

JAMIE
Give thanks you, Madame Jeanne. Bonsoir!

As Claire and Jamie head upstairs to his room --

12 INT. Bagnio - JAMIE'S ROOM - NIGHT (N1) 12

The elbow room is ordinary, unsullied, with simple piece of furniture. Arsenic Jamie
doffs his wool wrap --

JAMIE
I hope the falsify's not even so gone to
bed. I'm starving.

(to Claire)
Drive off your cloak, Sassenach.

Claire instead comes out with the dubiousness on her mind.

CLAIRE
So you... bouncy in a brothel?

JAMIE
I'm sorry. I know it wasna right
to bring ye here, but we were in
need of a hot supper. And well --
it's much more than comfortable
than my cot at the print shop. But
perhaps it was a poor idea. We can
leave, if ye feel information technology's not --

CLAIRE
Why have you got a room in a
brothel? Are you such a white
client that --

JAMIE
I'm not a customer of Jeanne's --
she's a customer of mine -- and a
bang-up one. She keeps a room for ME
because I'm often overseas late,
attending to business, and I'd atomic number 3
before long have a place I can relate
where I can have food for thought and a eff at
any 60 minutes, and privacy.

CLAIRE
That sounds reasonable enough.

Claire removes her cloak arsenic Jamie stares at her --

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JAMIE
Sassenach -- why have ye rejoin?

Claire reacts -- that's a helluva question.

CLAIRE
Why do you think I came back?

JAMIE
I dinna ken. You are the mother of
my tyke -- for that alone, I owe
you my someone, but did ye pertain be
my wife again? Or only to bring on me
word of my girl?

CLAIRE
I came in real time because before... I
thought you were dead.

JAMIE
I meant to die. I tried hard
enough. How did ye get wind I
hadna died? Operating room where I was?

CLAIRE
I had help. A young historiographer
found the records and tracked you
to Edinburgh. When I saw "A.
Malcolm," I thought... it might be
you. I took a chance.

JAMIE
Aye, I see. And then ye came. Merely
still... why?

CLAIRE
Are you trying to tell ME
something? Because if and so... I know
you'll have a life now... maybe you
have... other ties...

Jamie turns hindmost from the window to stare at Claire.

JAMIE
I have toughened for you for so long,
Sassenach. Do ye not know that?
But I'm no thirster the man ye knew,
am I? We recognise each other now less
than we did when we were wed.

CLAIRE
Do you want me to go?

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JAMIE
Nobelium! No, I dinna deprivation ye to go.
But... I must get it on. Practise ye lack me?

Jamie's face is alive with the turbulent question.

CLAIRE
Whoever you are now, Jamie Fraser --
yes. I doh want you.

Claire reaches out and touches his cheek. Jamie holds out
his work force and she steps into his sweep up.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
What virtually you? How fare you bed
what I'm like? You don't know what
I've been doing for the survive twenty
old age, either. I power be a
horrible soul, for all you know!

JAMIE
(smiling)
I speculate ye might, at that. But,
d'ye know, Sassenach -- I dinna
think I care.

CLAIRE
Neither make out I.

Claire's surprised to find herself shy with him. The twenty
unshared years gape between them, and the undiagnosed future
which once lay on the far side. A KNOCK at the door breaks the
tension.

Pauline, the maid, enters.

PAULINE
Good evenin' to ye.

She sets out trays for their dinner. Meat, stock, warm
oatbread with butter.

JAMIE
Give thanks ye, benign, Pauline.

Pauline leaves. VARIOUS DISSOLVES as Claire and Jamie eat
their dinner: she becomes progressively conscious of his body,
watching his strong manpower as he pours wine-colored and cuts the meat;
watching the convolute of his regnant chest nether his shirt and
the graceful line of his neck and shoulders.

Atomic number 3 they end up eating... Jamie drains his wineglass, then
meets Claire's eyes. He reaches out and takes her hand.

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JAMIE (cont'd)
Will ye... will ye come to bed wi' me,
then?

Claire glances at the Layer, her breathing place coming short.

CLAIRE
Yes.

Claire gets to her feet. Jamie does arsenic well, moving to her.

She reaches out and tentatively begins to unbutton his
waistcoat, starting a MONTAGE where they shed for each one others
clothes: It's nerve-wracking, a trifle awkward, but builds
anticipation in both of them as they try to remember how to
discase one another down to their undergarments. CLOSE ON:

-- Jamie's hands clumsily unbuttoning Claire's waistcoat.

-- Their neural/excited smiles.

-- Claire's custody fumbling with Jamie's breeches buttons.

-- Claire's script pull a coin wrinkle, bandages and tongue
from her dress pockets.

-- Jamie serving Claire stair exterior of her skirt, she stumbles,
he catches her. They express joy.

-- Jamie's hand pulling down one of Claire's stockings.

-- Jamie hopping happening one foot as he pulls off his bang.

-- Claire unpins her hair.

-- We see Thomas More of their bodies as each layer is shed UNTIL --

Jamie stands in his SHIRT and Claire stands in front of him
wearing her CHEMISE and ZIPPERED CORSET. Jamie takes her in,
she's a vision, then --

JAMIE
I'm sorry, Sassenach, I should have
thought ye'd need help wi' your laces.

CLAIRE
Asymptomatic, it's non laces, but if you'd
give me a pass on with this...

Claire indicates the Slide fastener on the front of her girdle.
Jamie slides a finger down the groove on her sternum.

29

JAMIE
What's that?

CLAIRE
It's named a zipper. Picture the
little tab at the top? Take hold
of that, and pull it straight down.

Jamie slowly unzips the zipper, then lets the corset fall
away. Claire stands in null but her gauzy chemise. Jamie
gently lifts her chemise over her manoeuver, savoring the moment.
Claire's spunk races. She hasn't bared herself like this in
years. He stares at her, awed.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
Will you bloody say something?

He whispers finally --

JAMIE
Jesus. Claire... you are the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen.

CLAIRE
You... are losing your eyesight.

He traces the curved shape of her belly. Claire's a bit self-
conscious of her stretch First Baron Marks of Broughton.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
You... really wear't mind? I've had
them since I gave nascence to Bree.

JAMIE
Aye, well. Ye bear the scars of
your own battles, Sassenach, they
dinna unhinge me.

Jamie gestures to an 8-edge twist of white scrape tissue on
his left thigh.

JAMIE (cont'd)
(re: his scar)

It doesna fear ye, nor sicken ye?

CLAIRE
Of course not.

(then)
I privation to see you.

Arsenic Claire pulls his shirt over his forefront, a charge of
electrical energy fills the room. The sight of his bare body
takes her breathing place away.

30

He glows in the candlelight as if light comes from within
him. He has exchanged -- darker pelt and more tightly knit
muscles.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
Are you as scared as I am?

JAMIE
I suppose I must be afraid, aye?

CLAIRE
When we were dismayed of apiece other
in front, on our wedding Nox -- you
held my hands. And how would
represent easier if we touched.

She touches his chest -- they both throb with anticipation.

JAMIE
Aye. When we marry, and I saw ye
there, so bonny in your white shift
-- I couldna think of anything just
when we'd be alone, and I could
have ye naked, next to Maine.

CLAIRE
Do you want Maine now?

JAMIE
God, yes.

He gently lays her back on the bed -- she turns her brass
upward to beryllium kissed -- at the same consequence he abruptly bends
to kiss her, when -- CRUNCH. Her nose hits his forehead.

CLAIRE
Ow!

JAMIE
Jesus, consume I hurt ye, Claire?

CLAIRE
My nose is humiliated, I think.

Atomic number 2 softly feels the bridge of her poke.

JAMIE
No, it ISN't. When ye break your
nose, it makes a nasty crunching
sound, and ye hemorrhage like a pig.
It's all right-wing.

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He kisses her softly, connected the lips, reigniting their
interpersonal chemistry. But every bit he moves her second on the bed, Claire's
tomentum gets caught under his arm -- they laugh a bit, and then
readapt -- it's been awhile since they've done this.

Jamie kisses Claire, she pulls him to her, but Jamie PINS HER
Weaponry ABOVE HER HEAD, and so caresses her consistence, they kiss when --

CLAIRE
(susurration desperately)
Do IT and don't be light.

Claire arches her body towards him, desperate to have him
inner her, and within moments, Jamie plunges into her --
there's a primal importunity to their love making -- a hope to
dwell one another.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
Jamie. Don't stay! For Graven image's
saki, don't stop!

Claire CLIMAXES, then shudders, waves of pleasure continuing
to course through her.

JAMIE
Give me your mouth, Sassenach.

Claire obliges, kissing him, then biting his lip. Jamie
groans with delight. Her warm, writhing body brings him to
CLIMAX as intimately -- his whole body trembling as he RELEASES.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Oh, Claire. Oh, God, Claire.

He looks down at her with unutterable tenderness. He's smashed
with sweat and tears, holding himself tranquillize As a lapidate when
IT's all over, and lays down upon her arsenic if dead.

TIME CUT:

ON CLAIRE

Lying in Jamie's arms. She stirs from a calm stupefaction.
They fit well together, her head curled in the holler of his
shoulder, in the moments after they've made love. As Jamie's
pass idly caresses Claire's trunk --

JAMIE (cont'd)
Your breasts are like ivory.
Christ, to stir ye, my Sassenach...
You with your skin the likes of Stanford White
velvet, and the honeyed long lines of
your body...

Immortal, I couldna look at ye, and keep
my custody from you, nor have ye near
me, and not want ye...

Claire smiles remembering their marriage night.

CLAIRE
Is that what you view the first
time we lay in concert?

JAMIE
It has forever been eternally, for me,
Sassenach.

He kisses her, and then --

CLAIRE
It's wish bicycle riding, I expect.
Did you know you've got lots more
hairs on your chest than you used to?

JAMIE
Atomic number 102. I dinna usually count them.
What's a bicycle?

Claire laughs quietly.

CLAIRE
I just meant that we seemed to
think back what to do all right.

JAMIE
Did you think that we could leave,
Sassenach? I may be lacking in
practice, only I havena lost all my
faculties nevertheless.

SOUNDS of feet and voices intrude now. Masculine laughs,
flirtations by females, coming from the brothel rooms.

JAMIE (cont'd)
I should have usurped ye to a tavern.

CLAIRE
It's all right. Though I must enjoin,
of every the places I'd imagined
being with you once again, I someway
ne'er thought of a brothel.

JAMIE
I'm no a holy man, Sassenach. Merely I'm
no a pimp, either.

CLAIRE
Gladiolus to hear it. Do you tight to
tell ME what you actually are, or
shall I come about running go through the
disreputable possibilities until I
arrive close?

Jamie grins, pleased away the suggestion.

JAMIE
What's your best guess?

CLAIRE
Well, you'Re not a printer.

JAMIE
Why not?

Admiring his lean physical structure --

CLAIRE
You're overmuch besides fit. Most manpower in
their forties have begun to go soft
round the in-between, and you haven't a
spare ounce on you.

JAMIE
That's mostly because I havena got
anyone to cook for me. If you ate
in taverns all the time, ye wouldna
equal chubby, either. As luck would have it, it looks
as though ye deplete on a regular basis.

He pats her bottom, then ducks as she swats his hand. Jamie
gets out of bed and goes to pour glasses of vino.

CLAIRE
Don't try to distract ME. At any
rate, you didn't get muscles alike
that slaving over a press.

JAMIE
Ever tested to work one, Sassenach?

CLAIRE
No. I don't suppose you've taken
heavenward highway robbery?

JAMIE
Guess again.

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CLAIRE
Well, likely not kidnapping for
ransom. Petty larceny? Piracy?
No, you couldn't potentially, unless
you've got over being seasick. You
were a treasonist when I last knew
you, but that scarcely seems a advantageous
way to make a living.

JAMIE
(grin)
I'm still a traitor. I just havena
been condemned lately.

CLAIRE
Latterly?

JAMIE
I fagged several years in prison for
treason. For the Rise. But that
was some meter rearward.

CLAIRE
I knew that.

(bump off his look)
That and a trifle more. I'll tell you
late. Just what coiffe you come for a
living these years?

JAMIE
I'm a printer.

CLAIRE
And a traitor?

JAMIE
I hold fought wi' sword and dirk
many times. The English took them
away. Just the wardrobe was a weapon
into my men once again. I've been
arrested for sedition six times in
the last two years, and had my
premises seized twice, but the
court wasna able to prove anything.

CLAIRE
And what happens to you if they do
prove it, one of these times?

JAMIE
Likely hanging.

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CLAIRE
Oh well, what a relief.

JAMIE
I did admonish ye.

CLAIRE
You did.

Jamie is suddenly serious once more.

JAMIE
Do ye neediness to allow for now?

CLAIRE
No. I didn't ejaculate back just to
hump with you once. I came to
be with you.

He sits up and takes both her custody.

JAMIE
I -- canna even say what I felt
when I touched you now, and knew
ye to be real. To regain you again --
so to lose ye...

Claire touches his nerve.

CLAIRE
You South Korean won't lose me. Unless I find
out you've been immoral.

Claire's jocose, they are in a brothel, but Jamie jerks
aggressively at that.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
What is it?

JAMIE
It's reasonable --

CLAIRE
Just what? Is there something other
you haven't told me?

JAMIE
Well, impression seditious pamphlets
isna all that profitable.

CLAIRE
I don't suppose so. What else have
you been doing?

36

JAMIE
(apologetically)
I do a wee bit of smuggling. On
the side.

CLAIRE
Smuggling what?

JAMIE
Whisky mostly, Cognac, brandy, but
rum now and again, and a morsel of
French wine.

CLAIRE
Then that's what you meant past saying
Madame Jeanne is a customer?

JAMIE
It works verra well. We store the
liquor in one of the cellars below
when it comes in from French Republic. Some
of it we sell like a shot to Jeanne;
some she keeps for us until we can
ship it on.

CLAIRE
And as set out of the arrangements...
you...

JAMIE
The result to what you're thinking,
Sassenach, is no.

CLAIRE
Mind reader, are you?

JAMIE
You were wondering do I take out my
toll in switch sometimes, aye?

CLAIRE
Not that it's any of my business.

JAMIE
Oh, ISN't it, past?

CLAIRE
Is it?

JAMIE
Yes.

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CLAIRE
And you don't -- with Madame
Jeanne...?

JAMIE
I don't.

(then)
Come here.

Jamie pulls Claire to him.

TIME CUT:

Jamie and Claire LOCK EYES as they make honey, facing one
another. This time there's a someone-connected rhythm to their
lovemaking. Lease their bodies talk in their own spoken language.

Clip CUT:

ON CLAIRE AND JAMIE

Intertwined in the molten estrus of stake-love devising. They lay
together, half-dozing for a moment. Then she traces his scar
with her finger's breadth.

CLAIRE
How?

JAMIE
Culloden.

The nonpareil whispered word evoking catastrophe, death, futility and
the terrible leave-taking that had taken them from each other.

CLAIRE
I'll never leave you. Nevermore.

JAMIE
Ye were right to leave. Ye did it
for Brianna. Ye were a marvelous
mother, I know IT.

Jamie holds her and strokes her reassuringly.

JAMIE (cont'd)
Ye gave me a tiddler, Claire. She is
alive and safe. And because of
her, we will live forever, you and
I.

(kissing her lightly)
Brianna.

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And in conclusion, they tumble deeply asleep.

TIME CUT:

13 INT. BROTHEL - JAMIE'S ROOM - MORNING (D2) 13

Claire and Jamie wake now. Lockup eyes across the pillow.
Information technology hasn't been a dream. She touches him --

CLAIRE
Just making sure you are really
present.

JAMIE
Maybe I'm a ghost.

He smiles, teasing her.

CLAIRE
A years ago, you asked me if I
knew what it was between us.

JAMIE
I remember. What IT is -- when I
touch you; when ye rest wi' me.

CLAIRE
I aforementioned I didn't know.

JAMIE
I didna ken either.

CLAIRE
I inactive don't. But --

JAMIE
But it's still there. Aye?

CLAIRE
Yes. IT is.

JAMIE
I could watch ye for hours,
Sassenach, to see how you experience
exchanged, OR how ye'ray the same.
Your hair -- mo nighean donn, d'ye
recall? My brown one.

Claire looks up at him. Of naturally, how could she forget?
She wraps Jamie's blazonry around her, nestling into him as atomic number 2
spoons her. She holds his left hand, massaging it mildly,
like she did many another years ago.

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JAMIE (cont'd)
D'ye remember the night when ye set
my hand?

CLAIRE
Sometimes, in my more horrible
moments. My first orthopaedic
surgery, that was.

JAMIE
Ingest ye cooked a great many things
look-alike that since?

CLAIRE
Yes, a couple of. I'm a surgeon -- only
information technology doesn't mean past what it means
now. Surgeons in my time get into't
pull teeth and let stoc. They're
Sir Thomas More suchlike what's meant by the word
"physician" -- a doctor with
training in totally the fields of
medicine, but with a specialisation.

JAMIE
What is it a surgeon does that's
special, then?

CLAIRE
As best I can put it -- a surgeon
tries to effect healing... aside means
of a knife.

JAMIE
A nice contradiction, that; but information technology
suits ye, Sassenach. A knife is
verra much what you are, now I
think of it. A clever-worked
scabbard, and most gorgeous to see.
But tempered steel for a core...
and a wicked sharp edge.

CLAIRE
Wicked?

JAMIE
Non heartless, but you can be
ruthless, strong, when the need is
connected ye.

CLAIRE
I suppose I can.

They laughter.

40

JAMIE
I didna think I should ever laugh
again in a woman's bed, Sassenach.
Or fifty-fifty come to a woman, preserve as a
beast, blind with need.

CLAIRE
Is that what you did? When you
had... a need?

Jamie takes a deep breath. It feels like there's something
He wants, OR inevitably, to severalise her.

JAMIE
Claire... I...

She turns to take him, recognizing the anguish on his face
and stern't bear it. Non missing to spoil their fragile
reconnection, operating theater perhaps afraid in the back of her mind of
what he might say, she rescinds her interrogate.

CLAIRE
Shh... IT's all far-right. We don't
have to rush it.

JAMIE
Are ye sure?

CLAIRE
I have only one dubiousness...

He waits.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
Did you ever fall in love with
anyone else, after I left?

JAMIE
No, Sassenach. I've never loved
anyone only you.

They kiss and things start to estrus up again. Jamie starts
kissing Claire's outer second joint, making his way between her
legs, offse to make lazy morning love, when --

There's a KNOCK on the door. Information technology's Pauline.

PAULINE (O.C.)
(through the doorway)

Breakfast, Mr. Malcolm.

JAMIE
Come back later, if you leave.

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CLAIRE
Don't you lack to use up?

As he slides his head consume between Claire's legs...

JAMIE
Aye.

TIME CUT:

Post love-making. Claire's rousing from sleep as Jamie is
finish getting dressed.

CLAIRE
Where're you going...?

JAMIE
Date back to sleep, Sassenach. I've
got to take care of some business.
I dinna want to leave ye. But I
must. Just to remind ye Sassenach,
ye're Mrs. Malcolm here in
Edinburgh -- no Fraser.

CLAIRE
Understood.

JAMIE
You'll stop here until I return?

CLAIRE
I'm not prospective to go anywhere. My
legs are like Jell-O.

JAMIE
Jell-O?

Claire laughs.

CLAIRE
Hurry book binding, soldier.

He kisses her and he's gone. Claire stretches, yawns. She
smells the sheets, pickings in the scent of Jamie and sexuality, then
drifts back to sleep.

TIME CUT:

Claire wakes up later. The bed next to her still vacate.
Jamie hasn't returned. The threshold opens.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
Jamie...?

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But it's a Preteen MAN'S head that pops in. It's YOUNG IAN
MURRAY, 16.

YOUNG IAN
Grim, mistress. Are you Mister.
Malcolm's... adult female?

Claire stares at the young male child, long-legged and gangly as a
freshman stork.

CLAIRE
I suppose you could say so. And
who are you?

YOUNG IAN
Ian Sir James Augustus Murray, schoolmistress. I was
looking Mr. Malcolm, but I uncomparable
be connected my way.

He starts to go.

CLAIRE
Wait! Come Here. Murray, you say?
Are you Jenny and Ian Murray's son?

YOUNG IAN
Aye. How did you know?

CLAIRE
I've known them for quite an long
time. Your uncle and I, I mean --
wait a minute. How old are you?

YOUNG IAN
I'm cardinal. Dinna worry, I'm old
enough to get it on -- what kinda
place this is. Meaning no infraction
to ye, schoolma'am.

CLAIRE
None taken. I'm pleased to fulfil
you Ian, I'm... well... your Auntie
Claire.

Young Ian looks shocked.

YOUNG IAN
But... you're barren.

CLAIRE
Non yet.

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YOUNG IAN
Some of the auld women at Lallybroch
say ye were a wisewoman -- a white
lady, or maybe eve a fairy. When
Uncle Jamie came location from Culloden
without ye, they said as how ye'd
maybe away back to the fairies,
where ye maybe came from. Is that
true? D'ye sleep in a dun?

CLAIRE
No. I... I was in the Colonies. I
went there after I thought he'd
died in Culloden.

YOUNG IAN
So ye've... ejaculate back to him?

Claire laughs.

CLAIRE
I have.

YOUNG IAN
Well, verra bucked up to meet you...
Uncle Jamie's married woman. When ye see
him, will ye tell him I'm looking
for him?

CLAIRE
I will.

Young Ian gives her one last inquisitive smiling, then darts off.
With that Claire, hungry again, decides to venture call at her
change, grabbing a shawl Pauline brought her...

14 INT. BROTHEL - PARLOR - DAY (D2) 14

Coming ground-floor Claire sees that the room has been
transformed into a makeshift dining room. Tables have been
readiness up where cardinal WORKING GIRLS -- including DORCAS, PEGGY
and MOLLIE -- are sitting around feeding.

DORCAS
Dinna be insufficient. Model and join us.

Claire does -- taking the open seat at Dorcas' table as
everyone takes glances at her; but most fall behind interest just every bit
quickly and continue eating.

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PEGGY
You'ray the new lass, aye? A wee
bit older than Madame normally takes
along, she likes 'em no more five
and twenty. But I'm sure you'll serve
fine.

DORCAS
She's discriminating skin and nice bubbies.

PEGGY
Hera we are going connected... what's your
name, dearie?

CLAIRE
I'm Claire.

DORCAS
Well, I'm Dorcas

(pointing)
That's Peggy and Mollie.

CLAIRE
I'm not --

Dorcas cuts Claire murder, offers her a plate of food.

DORCAS
Ye looked hungry. Eat something.
Then we can get to know ye.

What the hell? She'll explain afterward she chuck. Claire takes
her up on the offer and digs right in.

MOLLIE
Had a rimose one for yer offse, aye?

Skeptical, Claire glances at herself trying to figure out
what she's referring to.

PEGGY
Yer neck opening... Information technology's red.

DORCAS
An' away the manner ye walked in
Hera, a bit sore between the legs,
as well?

They laugh. Claire becomes conscious, still embarrassed.

MOLLIE
Aah look, she's blushful. You are
a invigorating single aren't ye?

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DORCAS
Never take care. Later breakfast I'll
show you where the tubs are and ye
can soak yer parts in warm H2O,
they'll be good as new for tonight.

PEGGY
Make a point ye show the jars of sweet
herbs. Put them in the water. Madame
Jeanne likes us to smell pleasing.

MOLLIE
And a warm bath later on helps stop a
bairn from coming.

Claire sees an opportunity to propose any to a greater extent practical birth
insure advice.

CLAIRE
Actually, mugwort is quite
effective for stopping pregnancy.
You drive it as a warm extract --

PEGGY
(laughs)
If at that place's unrivalled thing we ken,
dearie, it's how to steer discharge of
a kitling. The girls exercise a bit of
parasite dipped in vinegar or even a
bit 'o wine in a pinch. Ye stand by
that way skyward in yer low mouth,
ye'll nae get a narrow escape.

Madame Jeanne enters at the farthermost end of the room, clears her
throat to get the ladies care. Molly spots her first.

MOLLIE
Tsk. An early customer. I hate it
when they come during breakfast.
Canna stomach yer food properly.

PEGGY
Ye needn't worry Molly, it's
Claire'll undergo to take him. Newest
girl takes the ones no one wants.

DORCAS
(to Claire)

Put up your finger up his bum.
That'll bring him off quicker than
anything. I'll save a bannock for
ye.

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CLAIRE
Thanks.

Just past Madame Jeanne spies Claire sitting with her
"employees" and is horrified.

MADAME JEANNE
Madame, what are you doing here?

She rushes over and seizes Claire's arm; Claire yanks her arm
away just as fast, in nary mood to be grabbed at.

CLAIRE
Eating.

MADAME JEANNE
Did no indefinite bring you nutrient this
morning?

CLAIRE
(feeling guilty)
No. Fountainhead...

MADAME JEANNE
I am thusly sorry. I will have that
worthless maid flayed for this.

CLAIRE
That's quite all right. I've had a
rattling meal and enjoyed talking
with the ladies.

Madame Jeanne swings her psyche roughly and throws an accusive
gaze on Dorcas, Peggy, and Molly, who are conscionable as shocked
and confused as she is.

MADAME JEANNE
If you please. I bequeath induce the
breathe of your meal sent improving to you.

Claire rises, clearly conscious her mien Hera is upsetting
the proprietor.

CLAIRE
Nobelium give thanks you. I'm finished.

(to the ladies)
Nice to have met you completely.

Claire heads off back to Jamie's room.

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15 INT. BROTHEL - JAMIE'S ROOM - DAY (D2) 15

When she OPENS the door and enters the room, Claire sees information technology's
in disarray. She is SHOCKED to FIND a Alarming MAN
already inwardly, rifling direct Jamie's things.

CLAIRE
Who the hell are you?

The human beings turns, startled, only doesn't answer.

MAN
None of your concern.

CLAIRE
You need to farewell. Right now.

MAN
No whore tells me what to do. When
I'm painted looking what I'm
looking for... you can earn some
coin. Sensible attend the roll in the hay.

CLAIRE
I think you're mistaken. I don't
work Hera. This is my husband's
room.

MAN
Ha! Husband? Is that so? Then
you can tell off Maine where He keeps his
ledgers.

CLAIRE
I have no estimation.

MAN
Perchance if I fuck you, IT'll jar your
memory.

CLAIRE
Get out.

The man, smelling of tobacco and whiskey SLAPS Claire across
the face. She's momentarily stunned as he presses forward,
stalking, and when atomic number 2 GRABS her by the THROAT -- Claire knows
she's in a fight for her life.

He throws her down on the bed, leers at her body through with the
shift as He starts to undo his trousers. Claire grabs her
KNIFE from the near shelve.

CLAIRE (cont'd)
If you follow any closer, I'll...

He laughs.

World
You'll what?

(re: the knife)
Oh, I'm going to stick ye therewith
right after I stick ye with this.

He grabs his cock, then removes his pistol, departure it on a
moderate. And so he LUNGES at Claire as she deftly moves forth the
bed to the deck and blindly thrashes at the man, nicking his
leg -- drawing blood. This only riles him up.

MAN (cont'd)
Instantly I'm not even going to bed ye,
I'm just departure to shoot down ye.

He comes at her -- she FENDS him off with the knife, swiping
IT through the air, trying to keep him at a distance. The
Man quickly backs away, in attempt to avoid being cut once more,
slightly amused by Claire's excited slashes, merely as he moves
backwards, he trips, loses his balance, falls and --

Smashes the Left hand SIDE of his head happening the stone hearth with a
nauseous THUD.

He lies on the floor –- motionless.

Right then the DOOR OPENS -- it's Jamie. He scans the elbow room --
astonished to find a blinking Claire, property a knife.

JAMIE
Sassenach! Are ye all right!?

CLAIRE
Information technology's not my blood.

Jamie stares at the man lying connected the floor.

JAMIE
What in the Irritate happened?

What happened so. Claire's been back less than 24 hours
and already their sweet reunion has upturned into a crisis to
exist dealt with -- just like gaga times for Claire and Jamie.

OFF this troubling tableau --

Fade away.

Goal OF Installment

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Where Have You Been My Blue Eyed Son Outlander

Source: https://www.starz.com/extras/outlander/scripts/306-a-malcolm/

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