We finally see what Black Jack is made of, and it's ugly indeed. I don't like half-hearted villains. One of the things that made Alfred Hitchcock's movies so memorable is that his villains were bad through and through, like Bruno Anthony in Strangers on a Train, who, dying, still points his finger to frame an innocent man. Black Jack appears to be just as bad - he nearly whipped Jamie to death and came to enjoy it as art, and he's likely to do the same to Claire if she doesn't tell him what he wants and he can get away with it.
Meanwhile, Dougal's plan that Claire marry Jamie as the only way she can be legally protected from Black Jack and the redcoats is a good one, both for the logic of the story and because Jamie and Claire go so well together. But if they have children, what role will their descendants play in the 20th century, where Claire is also alive? At very least, it avoids the possibly incestuous consequences of Claire sleeping with Black Jack out of love for Frank.
Ah, but this goes back to the paradoxes of time travel, which so far Outlander has been little about.
What it is excelling at beautifully is a story of how a woman with future sensibilities and literal experience can fare in a wilder time two centuries before her. I'm looking forward to the two final episodes of this inaugural season, and Season 2 and beyond.
See also Outlander 1.1-3: The Hope of Time Travel
podcast review of the first half season
Sierra Waters series, #1, time travel
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