Outlander Page #9

Season #1 Episode #1 - 'Sassenach'

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DOUGAL:

Out o’ joint, poor bugger.

JAMIE:

Fell wi’ my hand out when the

musket ball knocked me off my

saddle. I landed with all my

weight on the hand, and crunch!

There it went.

CLAIRE:

Still trying to think in the shadows.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

I tried to comfort myself with the

thought that Frank would have the

entire constabulary of Inverness

turned out looking for me by now.

BY THE FIRE:

Rupert peers at the wound.

RUPERT:

The wound’s no trouble. The ball

went right through, and it’s clean

-the blood’s runnin’ free enough.

I don’t know quite what to do about

the disjointure, though. You canna

ride with it that way, can you,

Jamie lad?

(CONTINUED)

40.

CONTINUED:
(4)

JAMIE:

Hurts bad enough sitting still. I

couldna manage a horse.

Dougal ponders that for a moment and the men all fall quiet,

waiting for his decision. Claire watches them.

CLAIRE (V.O.)

I recognized the faces in the room.

They were hard men. Not “tough”

men whose pose is often more

pretense than reality, but hard.

I’d seen faces like these in the

war. Faces inured to living with

brutality and death every day.

Eyes that looked out at the world

from inside deep shadows where

daylight never reached.

(beat)

The wisest course of action was to

keep my head down, my mouth shut,

and wait for the search parties.

DOUGAL:

Dinna worrit yourself. I don’t

mean to be leaving him behind.

RUPERT:

No help for it, then. We’ll have

to try and force the joint back.

Here, lad.

He uncorks a leather flask and Jamie takes a drink, coughing

and gagging at the raw spirit.

RUPERT (cont’d)

Murtagh, you and Charlie hold him;

I’ll give it a try.

Rupert grabs hold of Jamie’s wrist as the other two get a

firm grip on the young man. Jamie braces himself as Rupert

gets ready to yank on the arm with all his might -- but

suddenly Claire’s voice cuts through the room like a clang of

steel.

CLAIRE (O.S.)

DON’T YOU DARE!

The men are slightly taken aback as Claire forces her way

through them to get to the wounded man.

(CONTINUED)

41.

CONTINUED:
(5)

CLAIRE (cont’d)

You’ll break his arm if you do it

like that. Out of the way, please.

Surprisingly, they do as they’re told and step back. Claire

examines the shoulder professionally for a moment.

CLAIRE (cont’d)

You have to get the bone of the

upper arm at the proper angle

before it will slip back into its

joint.

She takes Jamie’s wrist and pulls it up, while turning the

elbow in.

CLAIRE (cont’d)

(to Jamie)

This is the worst part.

JAMIE:

It canna hurt much worse than it

does. Get on wi’ it.

Claire cups his elbow, then has to use all her strength to

force the limb up, feeling for the moment it will pop back

into the socket. Sweat breaks out on her forehead, and Jamie

grimaces, but there’s no sound in the room except the soft

muttering of the fire. Finally, there’s a soft CRUNCHING POP

and the arm is back in the socket. The relief on Jamie’s

face is immediate and obvious.

JAMIE (cont’d)

It doesna hurt anymore!

The men are amazed and look at each other in wonder. Claire

carefully bends the arm across Jamie’s torso.

CLAIRE:

It will. It will be tender for

several days. You musn’t extend

the joint at all for two or three

days; when you do use it again, go

very slowly at first. Stop at once

if it begins to hurt, and use warm

compresses on it daily.

Another man -- NEDDIE (20’s) -- ENTERS the cottage in the

b.g. and motions to Dougal.

NEDDIE:

Dougal?

(CONTINUED)

42.

CONTINUED:
(6)

Dougal goes to speak with him near the door.

JAMIE:

I’m taking a guess you’ve dun this

before.

CLAIRE:

I’m a nurse.

His eyes drop to her breasts.

CLAIRE (cont’d)

Not that kind of nurse.

NEAR THE WINDOW:

Dougal and Neddie speaking in low tones.

NEDDIE:

Two patrols moving this way from

the south. Taking they time about

it, but leaving no stone unturned.

DOUGAL:

Can’t stay here much longer, then.

NEDDIE:

Continue on, ye thinking?

DOUGAL:

Not with redcoats on our scent.

NEDDIE:

We dinna made many gains in our

task to be headin’ back so soon.

DOUGAL:

Time enough later. I weel explain

to Colum. Bragh Stuart.

NEDDIE:

Bragh Stuart.

AT THE FIRE:

CLAIRE (CONT’D)

The wound needs to be disinfected

before it can be dressed.

MURTAGH:

Dis-in-fect..?

(CONTINUED)

43.

CONTINUED:
(7)

CLAIRE:

(impatient)

The dirt must be removed from the

wound and it must be treated with a

compound to discourage germs and

promote healing.

MURTAGH:

Germs...?

CLAIRE:

Just get me some iodine.

(off his blank look)

Merthiolate?

(again)

Dilute carbolic?

(not a chance)

Alcohol?

Relieved at hearing a word he recognizes, Murtagh pushes a

flask into her hands. She rolls her eyes a bit, but decides

it’s better than nothing.

CLAIRE (cont’d)

This’ll hurt.

JAMIE:

It all hurts.

She pours the alcohol over the open wound, then looks about

for something to dress it with.

CLAIRE:

Now I need a sterile bandage or

piece of clean cloth.

The men look at each other blankly.

CLAIRE (cont’d)

Surely there must be a single piece

of clean cloth among you?

The men look at one another in a mixture of shame and

confusion.

CLAIRE (cont’d)

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

Without other options, she seizes the hem of her dress and

TEARS off a few wide strips. In quick order, she makes a

dressing for the wound, just as Dougal pushes his way back to

them.

(CONTINUED)

44.

CONTINUED:
(8)

DOUGAL:

Can you ride, lad?

JAMIE:

Aye.

DOUGAL:

Good. We’re leaving.

At that, the men start to head to the door.

CLAIRE:

Not so fast -- you’ll need a sling

to keep that arm still.

She and Jamie both glance down at her torn hem.

JAMIE:

Use much more o’ that and ye won’t

be leaving much to the imagination.

She shoots him a look, then begins to tear off strips from

his own tattered shirt.

AT THE DOOR:

Rupert pauses with Dougal.

RUPERT:

What of the lass?

DOUGAL:

She’ll come with us.

RUPERT:

Why do ye no just leave her here?

DOUGAL:

If she’s an English spy, we canna

risk leaving her here to tell them

which way we’ve gone. And if she’s

no spy, well, I’ll not leave a

defenseless woman here in her

nightshift.

RUPERT:

Colum may no appreciate ye bringing

a “guest” home at this delicate

time.

DOUGAL:

Leave Colum to me.

(CONTINUED)

45.

CONTINUED:
(9)

RUPERT:

She’s English, and ye know how

Colum feels about having sassenach

eyes on his lands, much less in his

home -

DOUGAL:

(sharp)

Tha’s ‘tween my brother and me.

I’ll thank ye to stay out of it.

If Colum wants to bury her in the

woods, then I’ll no lift a finger

to stop him, ye can be sure of

that.

Dougal storms out.

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