The day we’re all dreading has arrived. No not election day in America, but rather the Outlander Season 2 finale where Jamie and Claire are finally parted and I’m not one bit happy about it. Luckily, and I’ll say this now to get it out of the way, I LOVED this episode. In no particular order, I loved Brianna’s hair, eye color and height, Roger’s beard, tweed jacket and bookish hunkiness, Jamie’s tragic warrior, stoic husband-father persona, Claire’s 1960’s JackieO glam, eye shadow and grey streaks in her hair. In a related story, as a child I knew a lady with grey streaks in her hair EXACTLY LIKE THAT and I called that poor woman ‘the skunk lady’ behind her back. I certainly hope I was sent to my room without any porridge for my thoughtless comment!
1968. Poor Roger would rather be anywhere but with the guests at the Reverend’s wake, so he’s hiding out in the library watching Emma Peel with the pre-teens. His lovelorn housekeeper, Fiona, fetches him back to his guests and Roger emerges and gives a toast. Roger is deeply in mourning but not so deep that he doesn’t notice a gorgeous red-heided stranger lurking around the edges of his home. Claire and Brianna introduce themselves and after a brief moment, Claire excuses herself to go snoop around his home leaving Roger and Brianna to make awkward conversation. Later, Claire and Brianna say goodby to Roger and upon finding that they’re heading back to London, he invites them to spend the night at his home.
1746 It’s the morning of Culloden and Jamie makes one last attempt to tell Charles that his plan will not work, but Bonnie Prince Plaid Pants is such an inbred moron, he won’t listen. Murtagh tells Jamie the British are four miles away and on the march, Claire says she has one last plan and they go inside the building to talk.
1968 Roger takes Brianna on a historical tour of Scotland starting with Ft. William. He then attributes a Nathan Hale quote to Ethan Allen almost causing me to spit up my whisky but I forgive him cuz Roger’s a cutie-pie. Brianna looks up at the scaffold and says it gives her the chills. You have no idea Brianna, but you will. Claire takes her snazzy rental car and visits Lallybroch which is in ruins. It’s very sad to see it looking like that and I notice a For Sale sign and wonder how much her house in Boston is worth cuz it’s gonna take a million or so 1960’s dollars to fix up the joint.
1746 Claire takes Jamie inside and tells him about the yellow jasmine Colum took to kill himself and suggests they kill Charles the same way. Unfortunately, Dougal is listening at the door and completely loses his shite and tells Jamie he’s betrayed his family, his Clan and Scotland and Claire is a lying slut-witch and reaches for a sword and says he’ll kill Jamie quickly for his mother’s sake. Jamie points out that Dougal is tired, cold and hungry and I think dude might need a Snickers bar, but sadly that’s not an option. I dunno about you but it seems odd that the MacKenzie War Chief resorts to dirty fighting that includes biting Jamie. Jamie has no choice but to kill him to save his own life.
1960s Claire heads to the Town Hall and finds the Deed of Sasine with her signature on it. The monochromatically dressed, efficient clerk, whose outfit I’m going to steal when it finally cools the F down in Texas this fall, gives her a copy of the deed without charging her or checking her ID, and it makes me long for the days before HIPPA, Homeland Security and all the other crap we have to deal with nowadays where you have to provide the blood of a virgin before you’re allowed access to official papers. The clerk also does a quick genealogical search on Roger.
Roger and Bree head over to the University, and he goes to meet with some random dude leaving Bree to mosey around looking like a Ralph Lauren model. She stumbles upon pre-barbecue Gellis Duncan giving an impassioned speech in support of Prince Charles and Roger returns from his meeting just in time to meet his seven times great granny.
Back at the manse, Roger and Bree look through the storage room for intel on her parents and are startled by a rat so Roger has no choice but to sing a ‘cheesy’ rat satire thus winning Bree’s heart. They discover a box labeled Randall and take it downstairs to peruse in a rodent-free environment.
Claire visits the Clan Fraser Headstone at Culloden Field and she says her final, incredibly sad goodbye to Jamie and my heart can’t take much more of this.
Brianna finds the dusty old newspaper article about Claire ‘coming back from the fairies’ and confronts her mother. She seems to have brought the same ‘Jump to Conclusion Mat’ that her father Jamie carries with him from time to time, and begins shouting at her and accusing Claire of all sorts of inaccuracies. Claire, Brianna and a very awkward Roger sit down and Claire finally spills the very sad time-traveling beans. Brianna’s reaction is what you might expect, she thinks her mother’s nuts and it’s a good thing she’s gorgeous or Roger might have shoved them out the front door at this point.
1746 We’re back at Culloden and Jamie pulls the Deed of Sasine out of his sporran (which is sort of like Mary Poppins’ carpet bag minus the floor lamp) and tells wee Fergus he must take it to Jenny at Lallybroch. Jamie and Claire tell Fergus they love him like a son and Murtagh bows to Fergus and I wonder why the writers of this episode are determined to make me sob until I run out of tears.
1968 Claire sees the flyer with Geillis Duncan’s photo and heads over to her house but she’s not home. Her sad, drunk husband Greg is though and he invites Claire in for a drink. Greg says he hasn’t seen her in weeks but he still loves her. I can see why Geillis would want to poison the flatulent Arthur Duncan, but Greg’s a dreamboat so she should’ve kept him. Greg falls asleep before Claire leaves, so she nabs Geillis’s notebooks with all her hocus pocus theories to peruse later.
At the bar, ‘Broger’ runs into Geillis who says she’s leaving town and she seems awfully chipper for someone who’s about to murder her husband and burn him in a ritualistic sacrifice.
1746 Jamie tells Murtagh to gather the Lallybroch men and get them the F out of there. Jamie’s going to take Claire to ‘safety’ and he’ll be back. Murtagh says he’ll start the men home but he won’t go to Lallybroch with them, he’ll come back to die with Jamie at Culloden. He says it so cheerfully, it’s like he’s going to meet him for pizza instead of death, but that might just be my interpretation.
1968 Bree returns to their room at the manse and says they can agree to disagree about the time travel, but she wants to talk about Jamie. #GetInLine Claire comes downstairs to get Geillis’s flyer and Roger tells her they’ve not only met Geillis, but she’s leaving town that night. Claire wants to go stop her from leaving so she’s not burned at the stake but she tells Roger she can’t do that because if Geillis doesn’t go back, he won’t be born. Bree starts having another conniption, but Roger convinces her to go to the stones so they can at least warn her.
1746 Jamie rushes Claire away from the action, forces her on a horse and back to Craigh na dun by telling her he knows she’s pregnant although I doubt he has a little calendar in his sporran although with Jamie you never know.
Jamie and Claire arrive at the stones and Jamie says to tell Frank he’s grateful, he trusts him and he hates him. And although they are bereft at the idea of losing one another, Jamie has a weird smile on his face which I don’t get unless he’s one of those people, like me, who smiles at really sad times, like funerals, because their emotional wires get crossed. They have only a brief moment left for a very hurried somethin-somethin on the ground, Jamie gives her his father’s ring and half walks/half dances her to the stones and due to sisterhood/girl power I can practically hear the sobbing of my fellow Outlander fans except those in Canada, Australia and New Zealand who have to wait another day.
1968 Claire, Brianna and Roger arrive at Craigh na dun in time to catch Geillis setting her husband on fire and running through the stones.
Brianna and Roger hear the stones buzzing #Foreshadow and Brianna finally believes her mother. Roger leaves to call the Police and when he returns he shows Claire proof that Jamie didn’t die at Culloden. She’s in shock, but as the shock wears off, she says “I have to go back” and appears to run towards the stones. Fade To Black, Roll Credits, Cue the Chambers Brothers with ‘Time Has Come Today.’ The End.
O. M. G. ladies and gentleman, you know the drill. We are back to Droughtlander. It’s tragic, I know, but together we will survive this because we have each other!! PS I’ll write some witty shizzle during the Drought, and we can virtually hold hands and hum Bear McCreary’s tunes in solidarity. That and whisky. Whisky shall get us through.
The Highlanders drag their sorry arses into the encampment outside of Inverness. They haven’t eaten, slept or bathed much in weeks and as Claire says, ‘their worst nightmare was coming true.’ Rupert is in a foul mood and still missing Angus although he’s now hanging out with NotKincaid, his new BFF, a handsome, sweet guy with front teeth. Jamie immediately sends Dougal out on patrol to locate the British, he sends Murtagh out to locate the Prince and I wish he had time to locate something of Claire’s, but there’s so much we still need to cover from the book, so that’s not to be. Murtagh chimes in and updates us they’re a few miles from Culloden and the battle will be in 3 days. Jamie tries to be optimistic and prop up Claire, but she’s down in the dumps and why shouldn’t she be? There’s a good chance in a couple of days, she’s going to have to leave the hottest guy God ever created and spend the next twenty years with boring, boring Frank, I’d be sad too. Before she gets any rest, she hightails it into town to refill her medical supplies.
At the Inverness Walgreens, Claire stumbles upon Mary Hawkins who’s now speaking with a PBS/Masterpiece Theatre accent and loading up on drugs for Alex. She’s a wee bit cold to Claire since she learned of her plot to put the kibosh on their relationship. Claire apologizes and offers to come help Alex.
The Generals, Jamie, various military officers in shiny uniforms and the frickin, clueless Prince are meeting to discuss strategy. Jamie’s a broken record trying to explain why their plans won’t work and even tries to appeal to the Prince’s intellect. I long to tell him this won’t work because the Prince is a twit, but Jamie can’t hear me since apparently this is a TV show! Clueless Charlie decides to take a stand and does it while proclaiming his manliness and Me thinks he doth protest too much.
Claire goes to see Alex who is looking very ‘Randall-ish’ and it’s obvious even to those of us who received our MD by watching Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman that Alex will not recover. Despite knowing she tried to break them up, he’s still so sweet and polite to Claire. ‘Johnny Randall’, arrives to check on his brother and Claire tries to hightail it and Mary stops her to say BJR has been paying all their bills. Claire tells Mary that Alex won’t be going back to work like…ever. Mary says she’s preggo and the Randall brothers both know. Claire skedaddles outside with BJR fast on her heels, he asks her to help his brother and she quickly says alrighty, but only if he tells her the location of Cumberland’s army. He’s indignant but Claire’s got him between a rock and a hard place, so to speak.
Claire has to tell Jamie that Randall’s in town so Jamie flips over some furniture, as one does, until he realizes the info is useful to him and their cause. Suddenly Colum MacKenzie arrives and let’s just say he’s not going to have to worry about buying Christmas gifts this year. He gives his condolences to Rupert for the loss of his domestic partner Angus then commands they bring Jamie and Dougal to him.
Claire examines Colum with Jamie by her side and gives him the inevitable bad news about his health. He asks to speak to Claire alone and admits he was wrong about Jamie and Claire’s marriage, he thinks they’re a good match. After he’s softened her up, he then asks her to put him out of his misery like Jack Kervorkian and she says she’ll do it. He also tells her that Geillis Duncan was kept alive long enough to give birth to a son who was placed with a childless couple, William and Sarah MacKenzie. #Foreshadow
Claire visits puir dying Alex Randall, sets up a portable Hookah Lounge and shoots him a combo of primo Thornapple with a half cup of ground Lucky Charms cereal for good measure and suddenly he can breathe. Alex asks evil Black Jack to marry Mary and give her the Randall name but nobody is merry about him marrying Mary, least of all Mary. Alex, bless his heart, thinks Johnny Be Goode, but since his good side is an urban myth, BJR says no.
Sweet, darling Murtagh volunteers to marry Mary and I’d give a lot to see Murtagh’s bushy eyebrows wiggling over Modern Bride Magazine while choosing china patterns and wedding venues, but alas it’s not to be. Claire goes to see sicko BJR who’s getting plastered in a local bar. Man’s a complete A-hole, but he’s not lacking in intelligence and he speaks like a poet, damn his soul. BJR returns to the Inn and he and Mary complete their unholy union under the watchful eye of dying Alex and it’s so sad!
Colum meets with Jamie and Dougal and says he wants Jamie to be his son Hamish’s guardian and lead the clan until his son’s of age. Jamie meets with the Generals and suggests a surprise attack during Butcher Billy’s Birthday Bash and clueless Chuck thinks it’s ungentlemanly but he’s finally convinced that’s it’s, you know, A WAR and soldiers need to conduct surprise attacks to win. Sadly, Chuck wants to lead a column with the moronic General and we all know that can’t possibly end well.
Dougal comes to Colum’s room and at first I think they’ll reminisce about the bygone days when they watched cartoons from their bunk beds in Castle Leoch, but instead, Dougal delivers a Shakespearean level speech about his relationship with his brother. I’m familiar with family dysfunction, but these guys take it to a whole new level. Dougal blathers on and on blaming Colum for all his problems and since Colum knows he can’t shut him up, he swallows Claire’s poison, killing himself rather than having to listening to his brother’s rambling accusations.
Meanwhile Alex dies right after the World’s Saddest Wedding, and Jack Randall, loon that he is, punches the hell out of his brother’s corpse. Why? I don’t know. When Jamie hears that Claire encouraged the marriage he has a mild conniption, until she reminds him she encouraged Mary to become his widow not his wife. Claire says if BJR doesn’t die at Culloden, she will help Jamie kill him and his eyes light up.
Jamie and Lord Murray lead their column of men through the dark where they’re to attack the English, but Charles and General Doofus O’Sullivan never show up because they lost the signal on their GPS and also they’re morons. Jamie wants to attack, but the Lord Murray insists they turn back. The exhausted, starving soldiers are then forced to march 12 miles back to their Camp. Tomorrow, they’ll have to fight at Culloden in a weakened state and unless you were sleeping in history class, I’m pretty sure you don’t need a Spoiler Alert to tell you what happens next.
So, two weeks until the season finale and sadly for me, I’ll be at a family reunion in the middle of Nowheresville Texas without cable or Wifi signal. Why is God punishing me?!?
Immediately after watching Outlander, Episode 212, I tweeted how much I loved it, it was fabulous, and expressed my heartfelt love and admiration in as much as 140 measly characters will allow. Sort of as a jokey aside, I also said I was sure the kvetchers would probably come up with something to dislike, but truthfully I didn’t think they would.
Imagine my surprise when almost immediately, women began listing their complaints about the episode, the top one being there wasn’t any sex between Jamie and Claire. I jokingly said something about if they want to see sex, they should rent a costume-drama porno. (Note: I actually saw one of those in a hotel once and it was HOT! That and ‘Naughty Catholic Schoolgirls’ are the sum total of my porn watching, neither one very pornish now that I think about it.) Then someone else did a ‘twit-longer’ on the subject and all hell seemed to break loose with someone saying I had ridiculed the long-time fans. Someone else said they feel bad for the partners of women like me if we equate sex with porn. Normally when something like this happens, I shake my head and ignore it, however…. this time I don’t feel like it.
So here goes. Although I’m no expert, I know the difference between sex and porn. Like Jamie and Claire, I’ve been married for a long time, we just celebrated our 30th anniversary. Maybe the best kept secret of a happy marriage is the wild, burn down the walls, monkey sex, that nobody talks about. Well, I just did and for once I’m grateful that my children have zero interest in reading my blog!!! So although I haven’t gone door-to-door with a clipboard, I’m pretty sure nobody needs to feel bad for the partners of other women who love the show as it is.
Yes, Jamie and Claire love each other and make passionate bow-chicka-bow-wow on a regular basis. In the books, there’s endless time to read about it, grip the book till it bends, drool and re-read. But in the TV series, there is only so much time to cram in everything that happens in a cohesive manner. And if I have a choice between watching Jamie and Claire get down with their bad selves while Barry White croons in the background or watching the story play out, I choose the story every time. If I get a hankering to see Jamie and Claire get it on, I can always watch ‘The Wedding’, the ‘make-up sex with the knife’, the Paris sex, the whatever sex. I know they adore each other, were made for each other and do IT whenever possible, but I’d rather see the story because there are only 13 episodes to cram it all in, I’ve been visualizing it in my head for 20 years and I want to see it.
This is my first and only Fandom experience and it seems like there is always kvetching about something so I’ll go back to averting my eyes and keeping my mouth shut, but judging from the response that I get when I tweet out my admiration for the series, there are way more people who love the show than have problems with it. I, for one, can think of no television program that comes close to capturing the hearts of millions of women of a certain age like Outlander does, so I really wish we could all appreciate what we have. And no, I’m not an obedient Pollyanna zombie who loves everything, but I do know how to recognize a top notch television show when I see one and Outlander is it.
We find via Claire’s posh voice-over, that the Highlanders are camped in Northern England, no other soldiers have joined up #Chickens and they’re awaiting orders from Prince Charles. Because Claire can’t sit still for five minutes without pestering somebody, she’s pulling teeth from the mouths of innocent citizens as Rupert looks on cringing.
The fancifully dressed military poobas are urging the clueless Prince to turn back, but he won’t listen because he thinks the voice in his head is God rather than just his inbred ravings. Jamie is the only one who backs him up and Charlie storms out of their meeting. Jamie gives Claire the bad news, they won’t take London and change history because the Officers refused. Jamie tells his men, they’re heading back to Lallybroch for winter.
That night Claire is sleeping and Jamie is whispering Gaidhlig sweet nothings in her ear and my Grinch heart grows two sizes more. She wakes and asks what he said, he tells her he can say things to her while she sleeps that he can’t say when she’s awake. Oh my…
Next morning, Dougal bursts into their room and gives Jamie a note from the Prince telling him to take his men to Inverness and resupply for winter. #Foreshadow The officers banished Jamie cuz they want him out of the Prince’s posse due to his influence. The cherry on top of this ice cream sundae, is the Prince also took Jamie’s horse.
The Highlanders have made camp by a river, when suddenly they’re under attack by the English. The MacKenzie-Frasers mount up and gallop off leading the English away from the Highlanders who’re on foot. Suddenly the English come up behind them and shoot Rupert in the eye and Dougal does a fancy ‘Three Musketeers’ move and jumps to Rupert’s horse saving him. Jamie yells ‘Bradshaw’ or similar which is Gaidhlig for ‘turn off the road and quietly hide from the English cuz they can’t track us!’ and I need to remember that phrase.
They take refuge in a church and Claire shoves Rupert down on the alter and digs the bullet out of his eye with a knife and I consider keeping a bucket nearby cuz if she’s gonna keep pulling this random shizzle, I’m gonna need a place to puke. Claire gives Rupert an eye patch and says they’ll get him a peg leg and a parrot to complete his pirate costume, and I’m SO happy that Diana G wrote this episode and added her humorous comments that I bellow Tulach Ard Y’all, do a couple of fist pumps and startle my little dog.
It’s night time and the church is surrounded by the English, Jamie wants to surrender because of the price on his head, but Claire yells ‘Help’ and pretends to be a captive. The redcoats fall for it and take Claire and let the rest go free and I’m so glad they didn’t have social media back then because there’s only so many times you can pull that one and get away with it. Due to Claire’s glass face, wee Fergus tells her to faint, that way she won’t have to explain her guilty expression.
The English arrive in a small town and Claire is spotted by Hugh Munro outside a tavern where they’re to spend the night. Next morning Claire wakes up and is told she’s being taken to Belmont House to stay with a rich Englishman. As they leave, she sees Munro and manages to not so subtly relay a message to him.
Turns out the Englishman is the Duke of Sandringham who pretends not to recognize Claire so the English leave her there. They settle in to dinner and the Duke says he’s suffering as he has to make do with only a butler, valet and a 3-day a week cook. He was once in the Tower of London for being a suspected Jacobite and the house is being watched. Meanwhile, Murtagh and Jamie steal two horses and are galloping in the direction they think they’ll find Claire. The Duke didn’t reveal Claire’s identity because he too wants to be rescued by Jamie. #GetInLine It seems the Duke ‘knows a guy.’ Dis guy can get a note past da soldiers if she’s gives her word that he’ll be rescued too.
She writes a note in Gaidhlig and Sandy says he’ll have it delivered to Hugh Munro who’ll take it to Jamie. Just then wee Mary Hawkins comes in. Seems the Duke is her godfather and she’s staying in the house. He’s found another wealthy, older man to marry her off to and she’s trying to find a way out of it. Claire clutches Mary to her pert bosom which puts the CBCC or Claire Bosom Clutching Count at approximately 30 so far this season.
The Duke sends his guy, galloping off into the night in a sort of Paul Revere/UPS style scenario and he finds Munro and delivers the note. Claire spots the Duke’s valet’s birthmark and realizes he’s the asshat who raped Mary. Le Comte wanted to have Claire killed but Sandy bargained it down to a rape and then Mary got caught in the crossfire. Oh and by the way, the redcoats are hiding in the woods waiting to capture Jamie, so there’s that to worry about. Munro meets up with Jamie & Murtagh and delivers the note.
Claire’s locked in her room and Mary opens the door, they’re going to escape together but Mary doesn’t want to sneak down and warn Hugh Munro that Jamie’s walking into a trap because she’s gone all Kardashian for a moment and won’t lower herself to talk to a hobo. Claire opens the door hidden behind a giant portrait and my 8 year old self flips out because it’s Batgirl and her Secret Room all over again! Claire makes it to the kitchen but the damn Duke is down there carb loading. Mary interrupts them and is ordered back to bed. Instead, she grows a pair, opens the door and tells Hugh it’s a trap. The damn valet catches her, shuts the door and brings her back to the kitchen.
Jamie suddenly bursts in, the Duke slams his wig on his head (he must be hawt for Jamie too), the valet jams a knife to Claire’s throat and Jamie drops his knife. Murtagh comes in, Jamie disarms the valet, Claire shouts the valet is the bad guy from Paris, the Duke wants to make nice, the valet gives up the Duke as the one who made him attack Claire and Mary, Jamie punches the valet who lands on the floor. Mary must have grown a GIANT pair, cuz she picks up the knife and stabs the valet to death. As if that’s not bad enough, Murtagh goes all Lizzie Borden and chops off the Duke’s head and gives it to Mary. Roll credits, The End!
Man oh man, they sure packed a lot into this week’s episode and not for nuthin, unless you were vacationing on the moon, you know, Herself, Diana Gabaldon wrote this episode. I totally LOVED all the humorous little one liners or bon mots, as the Comte would say, that she threw in. Adventure, hilarity, terror and all the good stuff rolled up into one Gabaldonian enchilada. I know she’s a busy woman, but I hope she can write another episode next year, cuz she is SO good! See you next week and till then, Tulach Ard Y’all!
Jamie is meeting with the generals, some high falutin military officers and Bonnie Prince Fancy Pants who, much to everyone’s dismay, is demonstrating all the leadership skills of Colonel Sanders and Captain Crunch. Jamie is the voice of reason stating that there’s a field of deep muck they must cross otherwise they’re on a suicide mission. Charles is so incompetent he wants to try to negotiate a surrender from the British. I’m pretty sure any minute now, he’ll order them all to join hands and sing ‘We Are The World’.
Post meeting Charlie says Jamie should tell Claire to take care of the enemy British soldiers FIRST, then the Scottish who are laying down their lives for him. Jamie points out the ridiculousness of that plan and says his wife wouldn’t do it. Charles says she would if her ‘lord and master’ told her to proving he knows even less about women than warfare. He casually puts out his hand to be kissed and I’m gonna start doing that after every transaction including ones at Target and with the kid who mows my lawn. I’ll let you know how that works out.
Rupert, Angus, Murtagh and the rest of the men are getting edgy waiting for the battle to start, and accidentally wake up Papa Bear/Dougal. Jamie appears and convinces Dougal to cross the swampy marshland to measure the muck and find out if the men can make it across. Dougal decides to do it cuz he wants to impress Charles so he can sit at his lunch table. He rides across the open land and the redcoats use him for target practice, a bullet goes through his snazzy golf cap and grazes his little bald heid. He gallops back and is embraced by Charles thereby assuring his place among the popular kids.
Nurse Claire gives a pep talk to the ladies who’ll be running the Triage Unit as Fergus runs around knocking stuff over and generally being an adorable nuisance. Speaking of the wee lad, he brings in a young man whose father owns the land they’re on and he knows a shortcut around the swamp. If the Highlanders take that path, they can surprise the British. The General’s not sure if they should trust him, but Jamie uses his Spidey Senses and gives him two thumbs up.
The Highlanders have gathered round the campfires and they’re spit swearing and promising to take care of each others’ families and/or give their belongings to their friends if they should die in battle. Angus tells Rupert he can have his sword, dirk, sporran, and Scarlet his part-time hoor. Rupert calls him a daft bastard and points out you can’t give away a woman, which is a relief to hear cuz you never know back then. Jamie comes upon Murtagh who’s obsessively sharpening his blade. Murtagh is philosophizing about whether their part in the battle will have meaning and he thinks it won’t. Jamie is down on himself for failing to stop the battle and Murtagh says they both failed. Murtagh keeps sharpening his sword and spits on it. I didn’t realize until now how integral spitting is to battle but then I’ve never been in the military.
Jamie goes to the Field Hospital and tells Claire to get some sleep which is wishful thinking. Fergus interrupts smoochie time and again pleads his case to be able to go into battle. Jamie explains he must stay behind to take care of the women. Murtagh, Rupert and Angus come in to say goodbye and Angus guilts Claire into giving him a sympathy kiss. Murtagh tells her he will watch over Jamie and they will win the day. Jamie gives Claire the sweetest kiss goodbye, bows to her and leaves.
As the men are lead through the swamp path, we discover Fergus has disobeyed and followed the men into battle. They’ve arrived at their destination and Prince Charles argues, rather too loudly for my comfort, that he wants to go into battle with them. What the hell’s he gonna do, hit them with the flowers on his hat cuz I think his sword is for ‘decorative purposes only’ and not ‘microwave safe’ either now that I think about it. Jamie points out that Charles’ father would be disappointed if he died but Charles counters that they’re not close and his dad might not love him. This might not be the right time for this discussion, Chuck.
Back in the tent, the women are getting ready and can hear the battle has begun. On the field there’s blood, guts and gore. British patients are brought into the Field Hospital (that part is SUPER strange to me cuz five minutes earlier they’re killing each other, but whatever) Angus carries in his BFF Rupert who has a giant slice in his side and my heart starts breaking cuz I’ve read the book. During all their Wayne’s World style shenanigans, they’ve formed a strong bond and really do love each other. Jamie comes into the hospital all riled up and kisses Claire. Fergus shows up in shock and tells Claire he killed an English soldier. Dougal is still at the battlefield, shoving his sword into bodies assuring himself they’re dead. He encounters Lt. Jeremy Foster, the handsome, moral and all around stand-up British solder who explains that the British are the superior army and will never be defeated so, naturally Dougal murders him.
At the hospital Claire sees a horse shoe print on the back of Jamie’s shirt and makes him pee in a jar so she can check for blood. Jamie’s literally having a pissing contest with an English soldier when he’s interrupted by the clueless Prince who brings him ‘the blessings of my father’. How? Does he have a cell phone? He is a politician though and gives a rousing speech as he tries to unite the English and Scots when Dougal storms in and begins Angloshaming the British soldiers. This annoys the Prince so much he bans him from the army, but Jamie comes up with a plan to keep him on the muster roles by promoting him to Captain of Highlander Dragoons. That way he can use his abilities and get rid of him. Dougal says Jamie’s plan is worthy of his brother Colum which is a backhanded compliment if I’ve ever heard one.
Angus appears to be sleeping, sitting up but instead he’s been bleeding internally and dies a horrible death surrounded by his friends. Rupert heaves himself up from his hospital bed and wobbles to Angus’s side, takes his sword, wobbles back to his bed and cradles it in his arms. All this time, we thought Rupert would be the one to die and I’m totally shocked. I don’t want either of them to go as I love their friendship and hilarious shenanigans.
Later that night, the men are drunk and celebrating their victory when Rupert and Ross (who lost his best friend, Kincaid) stagger drunkenly out of the tent singing the very depressing ‘Down Among The Dead Men.’
Next week isn’t gonna be a fancy garden party either and although I look forward to each and every episode, I don’t want what’s going to happen to actually happen.
Many people hide their real identities on Twitter, but I wish at least their ages were up there because I’m ‘Margaret Mead interested’ in discovering more about the psyche of people who spend time worrying, discussing, gossiping about and criticizing actors personal lives on-line. I’m talking about actors they’ve never met as if they’re owed more information and deserve to get it immediately. During the last month or so, I’ve been watching in dazed bewilderment, hand over my open mouth, the Twitter wars that have been going on.
Full disclosure. I worked in television and professional theatre during my ‘career years’ prior to becoming a stay-at-home mom. So I really like TV and theatre. I like watching shows, working behind the scenes, the entire process. I’ve met and known many actors, some midling famous, some on their way up and some in the stratosphere. One thing that never occurred to me was to wonder about their personal lives and relationships. Never, ever, ever did I care about, ask a co-worker about or even ask the actor about their personal life even if I was sitting in a room with them for two hours. I did sometimes wonder about their performance. If it was bad, I wondered how the heck they got the job. If it was good, I wondered if they took classes or went to University, then classes, what other plays or shows they’d been in, etc. But, it never occurred to me to ask or want to know more. Mostly because I wasn’t interested and I’m still not.
You know what an actor owes me? Nothing. What I hope to get from them is a good performance that takes me along on a journey for 30 to 120 minutes. If they do it right, their job is to tell a story in a way that makes me forget who and where I am for the amount of time they’re performing. Maybe they’ll change the way I think about something, open my mind to new ideas, or issues in the world. Maybe their performance will be so good that it’ll help me resolve issues that I’ve been battling for some time like PTSD or the loss of a loved one.
I know for sure they don’t owe me one single bit of personal information about their lives that they don’t want to share. You know why? It’s. not. my. business. Just as people are not allowed to knock on your door and ask what you’re doing, why you’re doing it and who you’re doing it with, you should not be allowed to do the same to them. I know the argument. This is what they signed up for. Well, guess what? Nobody, other than reality show participants, and maybe not even them, signs up for that kind of intense scrutiny or deserves it. Real actors become actors because they have a passion to tell a story and they want it so much they’re willing to practically starve for years to do it. And that’s the truth of the matter.
What is going on in fandoms? Are people so isolated from the real world and locked away in their own homes that they think the personal lives of actors are something that are owed to them? I don’t even ask my adult children, whom I gave actual birth to directly from my own body, the kinds of questions being asked of actors on line. If you really believe more is owed to you, than I suggest you start examining the reasons why because there’s something deeper going on and it needs to be addressed. And in the meantime, I’m going to do some research and see if an actual study has been done on the subject and I’ll report back because now I’m a little more than slightly fascinated in this odd phenomenon.
Jamie and Claire meet up with Murtagh and wee Fergus at the encampment. Good ‘ol boys Rupert and Angus arrive and are greeted with hugs and kisses from Claire, then share the tragic news that Willie is no longer with us and by that they mean he’s married an Irish girl and moved to America. I, for one, am hopeful we might meet him again. #Foreshadow Dougal’s also arrived but hasn’t brought any men cuz Colum is the boss of him and said no.
Dougal, always the politician, wants to hit the road and meet up with the Prince so he can begin his Arse Kissing Offensive. But Jamie points out the obvious, these Scottish Gomer Pyles need LOTS of Basic Training before they can show their faces in public. Claire watches Murtagh attempt to train the men to march while Jamie and Dougal teach them hand-to-hand combat. Over-eager Dougal pleads to push on and join Charles and Claire becomes quieter as she deals with PTSD flashbacks from her WWII experiences. During the war, Claire met two young American soldiers, one of them is Corporal ‘Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.’ Jamie tries to discover what’s bothering Claire, but like most wives, she blows him off and says everything is fine.
The young Highlanders are not taking their training seriously so Jamie gives them a Churchillian-worthy speech which inspires them. I feel it too and jump from my plaid La-Z-Boy and attempt to enroll on-line in the Scottish army. Jamie’s speech is suddenly interrupted when ADHD pre-schooler Dougal and a few men charge in and quash his efforts. I wonder what the Casting Call looked like for this scene because I’m pretty sure I could beat the daylights out of most of these dudes.
Jamie suppresses his anger and explains to overgrown toddler Dougal MacKenzie that these are his men, his Clan and he’s the boss. Dougal ‘pretend agrees’ then goes straight to Claire who’s either cooking a bizarre dinner or making medicine, either way I’m not eating it, and tries to manipulate her into manipulating Jamie. Claire’s not having it, however, and rips him a new one using all the psychological theories available in the 1940’s along with a dollop of Greek mythology.
Basic Training continues as the Highlanders work to turn the accountants and blacksmiths into fighters while Claire continues to experience PTSD. She examines Angus’s filthy feet and tries to explain trench foot to him, but he won’t listen. Other people’s feet gross me out and I think Caitriona Balfe should’ve gotten hazard pay for that scene but that’s just me. Claire flashes to WWII when she gave the same speech to soldiers and they didn’t listen either.
Dougal waltzes into Jamie’s field office with a few wimpy guys he’s strong-armed into joining up. Jamie asks how they made it into camp without being stopped and orders that the guards be brought to him. Jamie then tells the men if they don’t want to be there, they can leave and they all scram. Dougal or ‘Douglas’ as my auto-correct refers to him, is so petulant and impatient I long to slap him sideways but I can’t reach him through my TV.
Next day everyone gathers in the courtyard as Murtagh whips the pasty, white back of the poor, clueless guard who let them enter the camp. Afterwards, Jamie practices shooting with the men and with every shot Claire jumps out of her skin until she finally collapses behind a wagon and we see the source of her PTSD. During WWII, she was the lone survivor of a horrible jeep explosion where three young soldiers were killed including the sweet Corporal JHRC. She couldn’t help them because the Germans were close by, instead she had to lay helplessly and listen to their dying screams. When Jamie finds her, she finally tells him what happened. He wants to send her back to Lallybroch so she doesn’t have to go through war again but, Claire is the bravest woman in literature, so she says no. She won’t be helpless and alone, she’ll stay with the people she loves and also Jamie = Hotness, so she won’t leave and none of us would either, let’s just admit it.
Later that evening, Jamie’s taking a well deserved pee when he’s attacked by a young English boy who then lands in his pee puddle which is disgusting. The boy says he recognized our hero as ‘Red Jamie’. He won’t give up any intel even when Jamie threatens him with a hot knife. Quick-thinking Claire emerges from the shadows, pretends she’s a captive and says she’ll no longer resist Jamie’s advances if the boy is set free. Jamie pretends to ravish her while Murtagh’s all Smirky McSmirksalot. (The following meme is for the book readers!)
The boy, William Grey, spills his guts and tells Jamie everything except the General’s shoe size. As thanks, Jamie tells his men to take the boy to the camp, if the info is correct, tie him to a tree. If he lied, kill him. Jamie says, ‘I give you your life. I hope you use it well.’ Grey says ‘I owe you my life and I regard it as a debt of honor.’ THIS IS IMPORTANT STUFF FOLKS, commit it to memory!
Jamie gathers the men to find out how Grey got through the lines. Dougal’s men were the culprits and it looks like Dougal’s gonna finally be at the bidness end of Murtagh’s belt. Instead, Jamie strips off his shirt and asks for 18 lashes for his uncovered fire. I get that he’s all noble and everything, but hasn’t his back been through enough? Also, this meme is un-necessary, but I can’t seem to help myself.
Jamie and some of his men head into the British camp, and he orders Dougal to stay behind and guard the camp. Jamie and his men steal the cotterrrrr pins out of the cannon and take the wheels and burn them in a bonfire minus marshmallows. He gets home in the morning, looking like a reject from a Beetlejuice retrospective, wakes up Claire and tells her about the Cotterrrr pin Caper He also says their success was due to her selflessness and getting info out of ‘William’ Grey.
The troops travel to the gathering area and since Jamie doesn’t give a fig about politics, he graciously lets Dougal strut ahead on his horse and announce their arrival to Prince Charles. Next week it’s Prestonpans folks and Je Suis not the least bit pret. Not one bit. Until then, Tulach Ard Y’all!
PTSD and Me and Why I Continue to Admire the Acting Skills of Caitriona Balfe
A word about PTSD. I’ve had it and still do. Twenty years ago an F3 tornado bore down on our home which is set on a small rise and backs up to open flat Texas parkland. It’s normally a wonderful place to live, however, when you can see a tornado approaching for three-full hours and you have 3 small children in the house (2 of my own and one borrowed) and no cellar, it’s a nightmare. So, for THREE hours, as the children played near me in the kitchen and the electricity went out (no cell phones), I stood near the back door and watched the funnel cloud rise and fall and rise and fall. It rarely veered off course, just headed towards us. Later, I described it to my husband as someone pointing a rifle at my children, then laughing and pointing it away. After the tornado killed 30 people in a nearby town and demolished countless buildings and cars along the way, it headed straight for us taking out 25 homes in our old neighborhood less than 2 miles away. By then the kids were wearing their bike helmets and in the kitchen closet, my son feeding Cheerios one-by-one to his 2 year old sister, to entice her to stay in there and we were all praying. When the house began to shake and I saw large ‘things’ shooting out of the funnel (doors, sides of houses, etc.), it descended one last time and hit an over-filled retention pond near our house, shot up into the sky, went over our house and landed in an empty field a half a mile away. The electricity finally came back on and the TV stations were reporting the death toll numbers but no names were released as they hadn’t notified families yet. My husband finally made it home around 8:00pm and it was then that I knew he was alive.
I did therapy but bio-feedback saved me. Still, during rainy season, or when I see an odd-shaped cloud or there’s a tornado watch, I begin to shake and fall apart inside. Even though twenty years have passed, it never really leaves me. So kudos to Caitriona Balfe for once again, accurately portraying a traumatic experience to perfection.
Many years ago, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, I was working at a TV Station in Austin when a co-worker alerted me that Austin City Limits had just hired a reeeeeally cute Graphic Artist. Having just gotten out of a relationship, I was completely uninterested, but then one day I saw said Graphic Artist leaning over a drafting table, and there was the cutest manbutt I’d ever seen.
One day the guy with the cute butt, let’s call him Richard, approached me in the hall and was very charming, hilarious and complimentary of my tv work and as I’m a sucker for smart, funny, cute men, that’s all it took.
Soon, I married the man I wasn’t interested in meeting and oops, our son was born 13 months later. We moved to Connecticut, we moved back to Texas, we had another child, we bought a house, we bought a bigger house and every year we used our time and money to travel to visit family so we never had the chance to go anywhere exciting…even our honeymoon was spent with family. Every time we’d save up enough money, something would break like a car or air conditioning which is essential in Texas.
Fast forward 30 years and Richard or @OutmanderArtist, just surprised me by planning a trip to Scotland so I can finally see the place I’ve dreamed of visiting for the last 25 years! My Scotland love affair began with the novels of Rosamunde Pilcher and increased 1,000 times over when I discovered the books by Diana Gabaldon. I’ve known all my life that I’m related to Robert Burns via my many times great grannie, Elizabeth Burns which might explain my genetic love of words. As you can imagine, as an Outlander blogger, I’ve got emotions and feelings and yes more words and I need to write them down and share my experience with everyone cuz that’s how I do it.
I recently heard about Scotcon and we decided to have our trip coincide with the Scotcon Weekend. I’ve been devouring the Scotcon website and plotting our journey! Scotcon is September 3 and 4th only a mere three months away! According to their website, it’s the first and only Con in Scotland. It’s dedicated to our show, Outlander, and it will be astounding and gargantuan. I love things that are astounding and gargantuan, so this is a natural fit!
So, here’s the thing. I know what it’s like to stay at home and read random tweets about different Outlander events and wonder what’s going on and what I’m missing. So I want to take you all along with me, not in my suitcase, but in my blog. I’m hoping to have some contests too, so I can bring back a few prizes for those of you who won’t be able to attend.
Here’s what we know so far: At Scotcon there will be: Battle Re-Enactments, Weaponry Displays, Highland Games, Highland Dancing Competitions, Battle of the Clans Musical (say what?), Talent Skirmish (say what again?), Sports Village, Interactive displays, Food, Beverages, Arts, Crafts, Whisky, Outlander filming tours, DNA Analysis (I just did that!), Regression and Holistic Therapies (oogady boogady!) and much more! Here’s their website: Scotcon.con
Outlander Stars will be there for:
A formal gala dinner (I need a new dress!)
Cocktail mingle (I REALLY need a new dress!)
Autograph and Selfie Session
Meet and Greet
So far the Outlander Folks who are confirmed are:
Duncan Lacroix (Murtagh), Stephen Walters (Angus) & Grant O’Rourke (Rupert) who will judge Battle of the Clans Musical Skirmish
Graham McTavish will be Master of Ceremonies for the Highland Games
Steven Cree with two legs!
Adhamh OBroin, I’ll impress him with my terrible Gaidhlig!
Ronnie B. Goodwin (The Outlander Horseman and semi-mysterious hunk)
Robert Cavanah, Jamie’s Dad, #HesAlive!
Tonight, we filled out the passport forms and Monday we go in to apply. I had my photo taken and it’s terrible! Did you know you have to put your hair behind your ears and not smile for your passport. Hopefully nobody in Customs will judge me by my horrible picture. I think my ears stick out a bit, but you be the judge.
So that’s it for now. We’re planning, deciding and scratching our heads so we can get the very most out of this trip and I can’t wait to share it all with you. What would you most like to see or hear about? Let me know and I’ll try to cover it for you!