Recently I re-watched 01x06 “The Garrison Commander,” for the first time in a long time.
I was struck anew with the same feelings I had, back when it first aired in September 2014. At that time, I - and everyone else - eagerly anticipated 01x07 “The Wedding.” And I didn’t know what to expect from an episode that focused almost solely on Claire and Black Jack Randall, drawing out into an entire episode what took only a few paragraphs in the book.
But upon re-watching it, I was reminded at how brilliant of an episode it is.
First: to hear all those English voices, after nothing but Scottish accents for the past 4.5 episodes, was jarring. As it must have been to Claire.
Second: to see the soldiers’ true distaste for the Scots - and their contempt for the Highland culture, which they saw as rude, backward, heathen. A perfect backdrop for all future encounters with the redcoats in subsequent episodes.
If I stay here long enough, I could become a laird. Laird Thomas. What do you think, all? Only then I supposed I'd have to wear one of those woolen skirts.
Third: Claire’s almost stupid bravery in speaking out against these terrible attitudes. Every time she opens her mouth, trouble ensues. She doesn’t yet fully appreciate just how dangerous that is for her.
It is *their* land, and we are occupying it!
Fourth: actually seeing Randall flog Jamie - and with Dougal and Brian Fraser in attendance - made my heart stop. Not just at the brutality - but because I realized that if the production team wouldn’t hesitate at showing something as violent as Jamie’s flogging, that meant that there would be no holding back with the Wentworth scenes.
A hundred lashes is fatiguing to the arm.
Fifth: only here, only now - only when Randall abuses Claire, reveals his ugly self to her - Claire realizes just how dangerous of a time this is. How it’s become impossible for her to continue to be on her own. How crucial it is for someone to protect her. How - like it or not - she needs Jamie to survive.