Outlander Season 4 Episode 2 Recap: Do No Harm
Want to relive Outlander Season 4 Episode 2? We do a minute-by-minute reaction to “Do No Harm.”
Do you find yourself gabbing obsessively about Outlander to your friends and family? Wishing your Sunday nights included a living room full of people with whom to watch, discuss, comment, cheers and ogle over your favorite show with you? Dinna fash, Obsessenach—you are not alone.
Good news—we can
get new family and friends pour ourselves a dram and, through the magic of technology, enjoy it together! As we brought to you during Seasons 2 and 3, we’ll be LIVE blogging all the episodes in Season 4. Like the Outlander Cast podcast, it will be SPOILER FREE for non-book readers.
Not into distractions during your weekly visit to the World of Outlander? That’s okay! Our live posts double as episodic minute-by-minute recaps to serve as a trusty viewing companion on your second, third and umpteenth re-watches (hey, we get it).
So get all your post-18th Century gadgets ready and settle in, because the best things in life should be shared with a buddy. Hi, buddy. Now let the show begin…
[8:08 p.m.] This whole scene is an emotional doozy – the wee bairn all grown up and meeting his aunt after decades apart, introducing his wife to, in some ways, his mother… and doing it all while wearing his father’s beloved coat. Not that we haven’t seen proof enough and then some of the man Jamie’s become, but it’s wonderful to see it in this scene from a new perspective.[8:09 p.m.] John Bell, I’d really just like to put your little honey bear self in my pocket for safe keeping. And beware, I’m mentally pinching your cheeks every time you pop up on my screen. [8:10 p.m.] If her auntie hospitality is anything like my favorite aunt’s, the Frasers Three are in for an open-ended stay (with a not-so-subtle campaign to get you to stay longer), a smorgasbord of food (whether you’re hungry or not), a recliner with a blanket (whether you’re cold or not), late nights gabbing (about nothing and everything) and plenty of warm hugs (peppered with her signature scent). Oh god I love her. I should call her……….. Be right back……… [8:11 p.m.] And there’s the other piece of the trademark aunt behavior – lavishing an endless supply of praise and attention onto your humble, blushing self. I’m loving this woman. [8:12 p.m.] Aside from the highly suspect vibe Ulysses is doling out, this is one hell of a bed and breakfast. I’m guessing, however, that Marie from Breaking Bad decorated this particular room? So_much_purple. [8:13 p.m.] Claire’s pained stare through the window reminds me that, as intriguing as traveling back in time throughout various points in history might be, some egregious injustices would be tougher than others to see with your own eyes. [8:14 p.m.] John Quincy Myers = Hugh Munro 2.0. [8:15 p.m.] “Well you take one look at my buttocks…” You know what, no need to finish. We’ll take your word for it. Also, I’d totally subscribe to a spin-off where JQ Myers and Ian pal around and discuss the heartier – and hairier – matters of life. It’s making me nostalgic for the long-ago days of Murtagh and tween Fergus. [8:16 p.m.] This bed and breakfast comes complete with a paw spa – how fabulous! Given how inseparable Ian has become with his beastie, might I suggest he hop in the tub for a de-skunk treatment too? [8:17 p.m.] Claire’s all, “step aside, Jamie. Tagging IN.” Auntie J may not be able to see Claire’s look, but she can hear it. It’s that loud. [8:18 p.m.] Her justification that her slaves are happy because “only a few have ever tried to run away” is about as asinine as anyone who swears they’re not homophobic because, “I have a gay friend.” [8:19 p.m.] I legitimately love when Jamie’s left to contend with the aftermath of Hurricane Claire. There’s a noticeable calm, then her verbal winds start swirling slowly. They encounter a jet stream midway and quickly escalate to a category 3, maybe even a 4. Landfall, take cover and God help anything in her wake. Then she blows away leaving Jamie to uncomfortably smile and assess the damage. #DoNoHarm, my arse. The woman has a gift. [8:20 p.m.] The Southern transplant in me does so enjoy quantifying life’s regrets by the same measure used for ripe tomatoes and peaches.
[8:21 p.m.] This bed and breakfast also has an in-house Rent the Runway! Seriously, can I make reservations online?[8:22 p.m.] “Ummm, hello. Y’all know I’m right here, right?
…Wait, what was that about my bosom? Go on…” [8:23 p.m.] “I’ve never stayed anywhere quite like it” is as well-calculated a punt as answering your friend’s question about the attractiveness of a blind date you’ve set her up on with, “he’s got a great personality.” Nice try, Claire. Auntie J ain’t buying it. [8:24 p.m.] Claire harbors more disapproval about Jocasta owning slaves than the Wilmington one does boats. Also, Phaedra, right about now. [8:25 p.m.] This scene is here to prep you for your upcoming Thanksgiving with family and friends where you, too, will get the joy of passive aggressively chit chatting about opposing political views while nibbling on light bites. As you were… [8:26 p.m.] Ahhh, a gift on a string. Gotta love those. How very Mackenzie of her. Side note, is Lieutenant Wolff eating gummy slices? Fruit gushers? [8:27 p.m.] I admire Jamie’s drive to be the change they want to see in the world. It’s not the first we’ve seen of this from him, but, sadly, it usually ends in anguished defeat and disappointment. And yet, it never stops him from trying it on again. [8:28 p.m.] The moment when Auntie J needles her way into the collective Outlander knitting fandom’s hearts – my esteemed editor pal, Janet, and her love of all things yarn porn, included. [8:29 p.m.] Mr. Campbell has no idea that Jamie is our resident cat, having risked and suffered near-death at least nine times and lived to tell about it. Harm is his middle name. Well actually, it’s Alexander. And Malcolm. Eh, what’s one more to throw in there? [8:30 p.m.] Imagine that front porch decorated for Christmas. Find me a blanket, a book and some tea to accompany that rocker and best of luck moving me before next year. [8:31 p.m.] Unrelated to the scene, but I’ve been thinking it all night – I’m having so much autumnal lust over Ulysses’ attire. Gorgeous coppery color scheme! [8:32 p.m.] Let’s add “if we hurry, I can reattach it” to the Outlander drinking game. STAT. [8:34 p.m.] If history serves as example, thou should not mess with a pissed-off, double-pistol pointing Jamie Fraser coming to the aid of someone unfairly headed to their execution. I’m just sayin’.
[8:35 p.m.] And now the Frasers have arrived… officially. I LIVE for these Claire’s Anatomy scenes. However, my stain-fighting anxiety kicked into overdrive, screaming for them to remove that stark white tablecloth before doing major surgery. Please. Five extra seconds is all it would take.[8:36 p.m.] For what’s worth, I feel just as boss when I pull out my stash of essential oils to treat everyday ailments. It’s just like this, y’all. [8:37 p.m.] Phaedra and Mary’s disbelief at what’s transpiring here is not just that the dining room normally full of haughty dignitaries has been transformed into a makeshift hospital; it’s that Claire has put forward her skills to exhaust all measures to save a black man. I can only imagine the emotions racing through their confused-yet-hopeful brains. [8:38 p.m.] Rufus’ life has never been deemed worthy enough by society to be welcomed at the dining room table. And yet, without hesitation, Claire’s declared his life worthy enough to save on the dining room table. [8:39 p.m.] “Your error in judgment is grave, Sir.” Hello Kettle, I’m Pot. Lieutenant Pot to you. [8:40 p.m.] And the Oscar goes to… oh, sorry. I was convinced Aunt Jocasta was hosting a premier awards show given the many delicious wardrobe changes she’s gone through in this single day. All’s that missing for me is Mrs. Fitz getting her all laced up, trading barbs and whatnot in the process. [8:41 p.m.] Our seasonal quota has been met – the one in which someone expresses shock and awe over Claire’s unfiltered vocabulary. Dougal, Murtagh and Angus in the first episode still hold the crown for me of these moments. [8:42 p.m.] Ian makes one mighty fine surgical intern. And who better to learn clinical skills and tender bedside care from than Dr. Claire Fraser. If I were to come through emergency surgery confused as all get-out about my whereabouts and prognosis, I’d want to see these kind, caring faces staring back. [8:44 p.m.] Good on Ulysses for his courage to speak up to clue Claire in to the chaos she may have inadvertently put into motion by trying to do the right thing and stay true to her Hippocratic oath. [8:45 p.m.] The more she says the names Farquard and Wolff together, the more I keep picturing Ace Ventura realizing that Finkle is Einhorn, Einhorn is Finkle.
[8:46 p.m.] “You have until midnight…” – every Starz subscriber patiently-not-so-patiently waiting for a new episode of Outlander to drop. But seriously, you can just sense the angst Jamie felt in having to enter the room and mutter those loaded words to Claire.[8:48 p.m.] Aunt Jocasta’s measured delivery to this angry mob and unflappable nature in facing them are actually frightening me more than the mob itself.
[8:51 p.m.] I’m relieved that Rufus will exit this world on more peaceful, humane terms than the noose intended for him. But with the death toll now at three easy-to-love people less than two episodes into Season 4, brace for impact, Outlander friends – this season is poised to be a rough one.[8:53 p.m.] The sounds of the clock striking midnight are, much like “God Bless America” closing last week’s episode, tonight’s reminder to Jamie and Claire that the fairytale of starting anew in America might not shape up to be one after all. [8:55 p.m.] JHRC, I hate people. Not all people, mind you, but most all people in this scene… save for the ones we keep coming back for week after week. These others are a fictional reminder of a very real and truly barbaric and shameful period in history that we cannot forget lest we run the risk of enabling it to repeat itself – for any individual or group of people. [8:56 p.m.] Another week, another jarring ending that leaves you mouth agape, tears stinging the back of your eyes with no words to offer.
I’ve changed my mind about booking a reservation at the River Run BnB. In fact, the Frasers can’t river run themselves out there quick enough for my liking. It’s time for them to strike out on their own and make a home for themselves and those they love in the way that speaks to who they are and what they believe, at their core.
Overall, this episode was a difficult pill to swallow. Because as much as I poked ornery holes here and there to provide a little levity, this was a moment to pay reverence to the atrocities of the past and there’s no spoonful of honey that can make slavery and lynching more easier on the way down. We don’t deserve that either, really. So kudos to the Outlander team who has never kid-gloved us on difficult matters before, and certainly didn’t here either.
I’ll end by saying that, overall, Season 4, you do not disappoint! I’m so very ready for next week, and to seeing furry, adorable Roger woo his way further into Bree’s heart, and ours. Until then, friends…
If you’ve missed any of our episode recaps, you can catch up with them here:
Episode 4.01: “God Bless America”
Complete library of recaps from Seasons 2-3 are also available here.