Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

that will be left of me...
1968.
My parents were Jerry and Marjorie MacKenzie.
Here's a letter from your father.
I don't want to discuss
but here I am...
Here.
We... we just ran into her at the pub.
And, uh, after that?
The daughter.
I did.
wanted to undo all that.
From what I could tell,
and four of them have their names memorialized
Just stay.
Aye.
Tell him what you will about me...
And so someone has to die to travel through the stones.
It's a common name here.
You hear it, right?
when she last saw me, so it must have been...
to put a stop to it all.
Jamie
and my father told him to abandon the project.
Aye. It's been a bit of a tricky day.
How long since anyone's been in this place?
I did the math, and it turns out
I get your meaning.
But you are my home.
To a man...
One last thing.
And I you.
to move through the stones,
Thank you for the whisky.
their vision to dictate ours.
is practically a religious text in Boston.
Would you excuse me, uh, for a moment?
The way it works...
If that's true, then...
Charles was Catholic and a Scot.
Definitely. That's me. Yes.
There you are.
They've taken a fool,
Are these his journals?
- Claire? - Frank, I'm back.
Come and let us live, my Dear.
His blood and sweat are in this stone.
Set them on the road to Lallybroch
I thought you didn't like military history.
No.
and then I'll damn your soul to the fiery pit.
All my life, you've lied to me.
We're meant to be headed back to London this evening.
How did you do it?
and never looked at it again.
the man you had an affair with.
the one you're named after.
I want us to be together.
Oh, there you are.
Oh, no, we'll drive as far as we can and then stop at a pub for the night.
He didn't.
Like...
It has begun.
safe from the Crown,
was in April 1948.
No one would ever know.
Brianna.
Once.
The Highland army was completely exposed,
by daughters everywhere.
Friendly advice
We Randalls are a verra complicated clan, laddie.
Two hours.
Oh, you're so like your father.
ye've betrayed Scotland herself.
to that one person you loved most in all the world?
It smells like a fuckin' barbecue.
It's true.
This is your uncle, mo chridhe,
A fair improvement on shouting.
Are you sure about this, Frank?
Gillian Edgars.