All language subtitles for Outlander - 1x04 - The Gathering.HDTV.Version KILLERS.en

Previously...

We were in Scotland on
our second honeymoon.

I wanted it to be a dream,
but I knew it wasn't.

I'd seemed to have fallen through time.

Seems that the feral cat
we picked up on the road

is trying to pull in her claws.

Colum's taking credit for bringing you on

as healer to the Mackenzies.

I doubt he'll want to see
you leave any time soon.

I sent Jamie to the stables to
help old Alec with the horses.

Best place for him under the circumstances.

Dinna want him inside the walls.

Jamie needs a woman, not a lassie.

And Laoghaire will be
a lassie until she's 50.

Mistress Beauchamp was
just about to tell me

of her unusual upbringing.

I'm sure it's a good story.

She came back through the stones.

Aye, she did. They always do.

I must escape Castle Leoch on my own

and get back to the
stones as soon as possible,

or die trying.

♪ Sing me a song of
a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass be I ♪

♪ Merry of soul she sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea to skye ♪

♪ Billow and bree islands and seas, ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good,
all that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song of
a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass be I ♪

♪ Merry of soul she sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To skye... ♪

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[panting]

[panting]

[rifle safety cocks]

[shrieks]

[shrieks, laughs]

[laughing, panting]

Gah! Tonight we feast!

And eat like kings!

You won't make a meal of me yet!

The beast is getting away!

[thumps]

[children cheering]

Something catch your eye there, lassie?

Yes, something I'm not
likely to forget in a hurry.

Mistress Claire. You've lost your fichu.

And ye lost yer hair ribbon yesterday.

So I have.

I was so concentrated on escaping you,

I didn't even notice.

Are you done with yer game, Lass?

Soon.

The Mackenzie dinna say

ye could waste the whole day out here.

[children groan]

Well, who says we're done yet?

There's still lots more to explore.

You were right, mistress.

This part of the woods is
much better than the courtyard

or the other side of the castle.

Can I be the boar this time?

I don't see why not.

- All right. To the hunt!
- [roars]

Mistress Beauchamp!

We're missing the festivities.

It's nae since I was a bairn
we've had a gathering at Leoch.

All right.

Shall we let these men
get to their festivities?

- Come on.
- We can play again tomorrow.

Of course.

All right. Shall we?

The hunting game was more
than a pleasant diversion.

It allowed me to reconnoiter

the terrain around the
castle without suspicion.

So far I had found at least
two possible escape routes,

and left breadcrumbs to
mark my way to freedom.

[upbeat violin music]

- [chuckles]
- Eh?

♪

Doubt ye've ever seen anything

as braw as this where yer from, eh?

- [chuckles]
- No.

The victory day celebrations
in London and Paris

far exceeded the gathering
of the Mackenzie clan

in terms of sheer size,

but this was something different...

simple joy,

unencumbered by the trauma of war

or the exhaustion of its end.

The Mackenzies were simply
glad to see one another.

Despite my eagerness to leave,

my heart lifted whenever I
walked through the encampment

and a small part of me
regretted my imminent escape.

I had the entire route
mapped out in my head.

At night, both windows
would be lighted by torch,

beacons to guide me to the
breaches in the sentry posts.

But I still needed to find dictions

for my ever-present shadows.

[sighs]

Gentlemen, please do not look,

but that woman stirring the bowl over there

seems to fancy one of you.

I said don't look.

Oh, aye.

- She's a pie-eater, that one.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I 'll just be settling my
cock to roost in that tonight.

Not so fast.

We said everra man for
himself during the gathering.

Aye, we did.

But ye ken how much I fancy
a hen with a bit of meat.

Who doesn't?

I may be of some assistance.

I realize I'm a captive audience of sorts.

But I'd rather not be subjected

to another one of your inane debates.

So if you please, pull sticks?

- Either one?
- Aye.

Right. Choose.

- Ach.
- [laughs]

'Tis all yer wanking gives
ye that much speed of hand.

[laughs]

I'll save some pie for ye, hmm?

I now needed to tend to the
other elements of my plan.

I'll need to pick a horse
for the hunt tomorrow.

The lad wants a healer
to go along just in case.

- Ah.
- Come along.

[speaking Gaelic]

Uncle Lamb had taught me to ride

during the years we lived in Ireland.

But that was a long time ago,

and I needed to pick a gentle, easy horse.

Mistress. There's no one
in need of healing here.

I was told I would be
needed for the hunt tomorrow.

She'll be wanting a horse, then.

I suppose, yes, if I mean to keep up.

Most of the horses have been spoken for.

I don't want to be of any trouble.

Perhaps Mr. Mactavish can help me.

Lad's no here.

Best to leave Jamie to his
own thoughts today, Lass.

I didn't know I was a bother to him.

I dinna ken if yer a bother or no.

That's for the lad to judge.

I'm just saying it's best for all concerned

if young Jamie is left to his
self while the gathering's on.

[soft big band music]

♪

[horse whinnies]

'Tis Brimstone.

I'm sure she'll be all right for yer needs.

Brimstone.

- Sounds ominous.
- Nah.

'Tis like calling a tall man "wee."

She's no fast, but she's
sweet and can go for days.

Only thing is if yer not
minding her every moment,

she'll turn for home first chance she gets.

I'll leave you two to get acquainted.

[horse whinnies]

There would be no turning for home,

not if I had anything to say about it.

♪ The smile in your eyes ♪

♪ Like the sun after rain ♪

♪ To mark the occasion ♪

♪ We went out to dine ♪

♪ Remember the last ♪

Brought the port ye asked for.

Christ, Geillis.

Mrs. Fitz told me I
might find you down here.

Hope I'm not disturbing ye.

No, of course not. I-I was elsewhere.

Thank you.

I hope it wasn't too much trouble.

No trouble. We have plenty collecting dust.

[chuckles]

Something in port makes
my husband fart like an ox.

Claire.

Are you with bairn, then?

Pardon me?

Ye've quite a stock of food here.

Are ye eating for two?

Do you think that's simply
because I have a store here

rather than trudging back
and forth to the kitchen?

Perhaps that's why you're
desperate to get to France?

An illegitimate pregnancy?

I can assure you I've never
been unfaithful to my husband.

It's not unfaithful if he's dead.

Is he?

He's not alive.

So he's...

dead, then.

He's dead.

And the two of you never conceived?

No. We never had children.

- We tried.
- Mm.

Maybe you're barren.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

See ye have trouble sleeping as well.

Valerian root. Hm.

I have trouble sleeping too.

But I don't mash my valerian like that.

I boil it whole first.

I was wondering about the proper dosage.

How much do you take?

It's not for me.

Put it in Arthur's evening tea.
Then I sleep like a newborn.

Hm.

Careful, though.

Ye have enough there to
put a whole army to sleep

till the next moon.

Thank you.

I'll boil it in the future.

When I first came to Cranesmuir,

all I had was my wits, ye ken?

I had a fairish knowledge of the plants

and their good uses.

I found a man with a respectable position.

Decent house. Some money put away.

I know he's not much to
look at, as ye well ken.

But that doesn't trouble me much.

I'm free. Can do whatever I please.

You seem to have built

quite the comfortable life for yourself.

Hmm.

Sometimes ye find yerself
on a path you never expected.

Doesn't mean it can't
lead you to a bonny place.

I'd love to stay and chat, Geillis,

but I still have so much to
do and prepare for the hunt.

Oh, the hunt.

That must be what yer preparing for.

Of course.

The Highlands are no place
for a woman to be alone.

You'd do well to remember that.

See you later at the oath-taking?

Are ye sure?

Promise.

Careful.

Promise is a serious thing in this country.

Mine too.

Later tonight, all the fighting
men of the Mackenzie clan

would gather in the hall

and make their oaths
of allegiance to Colum.

No one would be watching the stables.

I was almost ready.

[people chattering]

Tonight would be my one and only chance

to escape Leoch and
return to Craigh Na Dun.

I knew how I might dodge my shadows.

I had my mount and my provisions.

Now all I lacked was a
weapon, should I need it.

Claire.

Yer no wearing that to
the ceremony, are ye, lass?

The ceremony?

I assumed a Sassenach wouldn't be welcome

at such an important event.

Don't be silly.

Yer Colum's personal
guest. Ye must attend.

I'm not dressed for the occasion.

Oh, we'll see to that straight away.

- I'd hate to put you out.
- [speaking Gaelic]

We'd better hurry now.

The beginning of the
oath-taking is the best part.

- How do I look?
- Lovely.

At first I thought Mrs. Fitz's intervention

would disrupt my plans, but then I realized

that with her at my
side as a proper escort,

my shadows would be less vigilant

as I moved through the castle.

I needed them to relax,

to let down their guard
and enjoy the festivities

if I was to distract them later.

- Glenna.
- Iona.

I see you have the place
looking bright as a new pin.

Oh, that lovely dress again.

Ye wore it so well to the last gathering.

Murtagh.

[bagpipe music]

♪

[speaking Gaelic]

[shouts in Gaelic]

[all shouting in Gaelic]

[speaking Gaelic]

The Mackenzie's welcoming the men to Leoch.

- He hopes they had easy journeys.
- Shh.

Also hopes that never a day will come

when the clan's fighting
men will have to draw iron,

but if they do...

All: Aye!

He couldn't hope for a better lot

than stands before him today
to defend the clan's honor.

It is a right daft soul that
would challenge the Mackenzies,

weapons or no.

And he's proud to be called their Laird.

I swear, by the cross
of our lord Jesus Christ,

and by the holy iron that I hold,

to give ye my fealty

and to pledge ye my loyalty

to the name of clan Mackenzie.

And if ever I shall
raise my hand against ye

in rebellion, I ask that this holy iron

shall pierce my heart.

[plays bagpipe]

♪

[people chattering]

I swear by the cross of
our lord Jesus Christ,

and by the holy iron that I hold,

to give ye my fealty

and pledge ye my loyalty.

Are they all the same, the oaths?

Aye.

Oh, well.

If you've seen one, then.

[applause]

[laughs, speaking Gaelic]

[laughs]

Congratulations.

Interesting ceremony.

But I've seen enough. Shall we go?

No. Whoa. Where are we going?

Back to the surgery.

I have to prepare the
supplies for the hunt tomorrow.

Dedicated, are ye, now?

Well, I dinna ken how ye
celebrate in Oxfordshire,

or wherever it is ye cry home,

but I'm not missing the gathering,

biding with ye down in yer hole.

Suit yourself, but I'm going.

Well, Dougal's standing
orders are to stay with ye.

Mistress.

Can ye see fit to stay?

At least until I bag
a lass for the evening?

[applause]

- Fine.
- [sighs]

If I must.

May as well join in.

[laughs]

Now, that's more in the spirit.

Hm?

Eh...

That's not rhenish.

Mm. It's port.

Very expensive.

Port.

[both chuckle]

'Tis very strong.

- [chuckles]
- 'Tis.

[chuckles]

I canna seem to keep my legs.

It's a sedative.

Is that Spanish?

Go. Don't let me keep you.

Some lucky lady awaits.

Take the wine. Share
it with I your friends.

- [gargles]
- [chuckles]

The more unconscious
clansmen tonight, the better.

Ooh! Ye rascals! I'll have yer hand!

[bagpipe music]

♪

[gasps]

Laoghaire, you startled me.

I'm sorry, mistress Beauchamp.

It's Claire.

Aye.

Is there something I can do to help you?

Oh, aye, um...

If... if I can trouble ye for a wee favor?

You're not injured, are you?

No, no, I'm braw.

Um...

well, I was wondering if...

you had a potion

that might open a lad's heart to a lassie.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Ye ken, a potion,

or maybe a brew of some kind

that would help a lad...

A love potion?

Oh, no, I dinna mean
to offend ye, mistress.

I just had it in mind that, well,

ye aid so many with your healing

that maybe ye have something
in yer keen knowledge

that could help a lass
hold a lad's attention.

Mr. Mactavish?

Well, you didn't appear
to need much assistance

the last time I saw you two together.

Well, no for that.

It's for moving his heart forward.

Wait there.

Dried horse dung.

Harmless if a bit pungent.

Jamie would never know the difference.

Perfect.

Here.

Sprinkle the contents
of this at his threshold.

Stand outside the door,

tap your heels together three times,

and recite, "there's no place like love,

there's no place like love."

Thanks to ye...

Claire.

Good luck.

Past the storeroom on the right.

Avoid the kitchen.

Through the east wing,

then make for the north stairs.

[men speaking Gaelic]

[whimpers]

[groans]

What the devil?

[men speaking Gaelic]

Thank you.

I should go. I shouldn't be here.

Aye.

Ye shouldna be here.

But since ye are,

there's a penalty to pay for that.

[moaning]

[gasps]

Get ye gone, lass.

Before ye pay a greater price.

I had to focus

and forget about the incident with Dougal.

Fifteen paces towards the well.

Keep to the northwest to avoid the sentry,

who usually faces south.

[giggling]

Brimstone is on the right,

fourth stall from the doorway.

[groans]

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

No, Sassenach. Jes me.

How far did ye think ye'd get, lass,

on a dark night with a strange horse,

with half the Mackenzie
clan after ye by morning?

Won't be after me.

They're all up at the hall.

And if one in five of them

is sober enough to stand in the morning,

let alone ride a horse,
then I 'll be most surprised.

Running away on a whim just
because the men are drunk?

On a whim?

You know I've wanted
to leave here for weeks.

And I know exactly how many sentry posts

surround the castle.

And I know how to make
my way through the forest

and find the road back to Inverness.

Well, that's a very sound plan, Sassenach.

Or would be, did Colum
not post extra guards

through the woods tonight.

He'd hardly leave the castle undefended,

and the fighting men of the clan inside it.

I'm going anyway.

The best trackers in the clan are here.

They'll catch ye.

Colum will not be calling
ye a guest after that.

I don't care.

I need to leave this place.

As you so plainly stated,

I'm an outlander, just a Sassenach.

If I offended ye, I'm sorry, Claire.

I know you didn't mean it like that.

It's just...

I've been planning this
escape for sometime,

and to have all my hopes
shot to hell just in a moment,

It's...

Come along.

I'll take you back up to the castle.

I don't think that's a very good idea.

I had an encounter with
some drunken clansmen

in the corridor.

They dinna touch ye now?

I can't go back.

Dougal and I were in the corridor

near the kitchen and...

he was being forward with me,

and I may have walloped him over the head

with a chair or something,

and I think he's unconscious.

Was he drunk?

Very.

[laughs]

Well...

I doubt verra much he'll remember that.

And even if he does,

I doubt he'll be in a rush to bruit

that a lass got the better of him.

Knocked him out cold, huh?

I didn't exactly stick arod to examine him.

[chuckles]

Well, I hope ye left a good mark

so he remembers his error in judgment.

'Tis fine, Sassenach.

Come.

This isn't the way back
in. Where are we going?

There's an opening to a hidden tunnel.

Found it playing as a bairn.

Here, careful.

Brings us out under the cellar.

Thank you.

For seeing me back safely.

No, lass, it's me that
should be thanking you

for all yer healing of my scratches.

[muffled scream]

[speaking Gaelic]

God's eyes.

If it's not the young lad,

Colum's nephew.

Come late to the oath-taking, are ye not?

Ye don't want to miss your
turn in front of himself.

Na, let me go and change
first at the cottage.

I'm not decent going to
the oath-taking like this.

Don't worry yourself about that, laddie.

We will outfit you proper inside.

Can I keep the lassie for myself?

Let the lady go!

- Are ye all right?
- Watch out!

Ye dinna have to hit me so hard.

I was willing to come.

Aye, but I dinna want
ye maiming half the clan

while ye were mang up yer mind.

Got the rest of yer clothes, Jamie.

[speaking Gaelic]

Well, that should be suitable

for the Laird's nephew.

You'll be needing this.

"Luceo non uro."

"I shine, not burn."

Aye, the Mackenzie motto.

[speaking Gaelic]

[laughter]

I'm sorry.

Didn't mean for you to
have to stand up for me.

Don't fuss yourself on my account.

How's your head?

Fine.

My sister Jenny says it's
harder than an iron pot.

- [sighs]
- I canna wear this.

I'm not a Mackenzie.

Do ye know my motto, lass?

My clan's, I mean?

No. I don't even know
what clan you're from.

Je suis pret.

Find a place in the hall.

Je suis pret.

"I am ready."

but ready for what?

[bagpipe music]

♪

[snoring]

[indistinct chatter]

[announcement in background]

Jamie's here.

[announcement continues]

Why is everyone so tense?

Shh.

- What's going on?
- Shh.

- Why?
- I'll tell ye.

If Jamie pledges fealty
to his uncle, Colum,

then he'd be in line to succeed as Laird.

He'd be part of clan Mackenzie, ye see?

Why wouldn't Hamish become Laird?

If he's too young, then Dougal?

That may be the way the English do things.

But clans are tanist.

Jamie has Mackenzie blood.

[instinct chatter]

If enough clansmen want Jamie to be Laird,

then there it would be,

and a terrible thing at that.

Mr. Mactavish seems like
a good choice to be laird.

His other uncle, Dougal,

might disagree with ye on that point, lass.

He's been holding the honor
for himself when Colum dies.

If Jamie takes the oath,

Dougal wouldna let him
breathe Mackenzie air for long.

So why doesn't he just
decline to take the oath?

Not while he abides at Leoch.

As the Laird's nephew

and as a healthy man at
arms, he has no choice.

If before all Jamie refuses,

the maids would likely be scrubbing

the lad's blood from the
floor at Colum's feet.

So no matter what he
decides, he winds up dead?

Why stay at the castle?

Why didn't he just leave if both his uncles

would have his head on a pike?

The lad's got a price on his head.

Would not be long before captain Randall

or the watch had him in irons.

The only safe place in
Scotland is here at Leoch.

Until now.

If Jamie had just stayed hidden

till the gathering was over,

Colum and Dougal wouldna
pressed the matter any further.

So leaving the stables to escort me back.

Oh, god, this is all my fault.

Aye, it is.

Colum Mackenzie,

I come to you as kinsman

and as ally.

But I give ye no vow.

[crowd murmurs]

For my oath is pledged
to the name that I bear.

I give you my obedience as kinsman...

and as Laird.

And I hold myself bound to yer word,

so long as my feet rest on the lands

of the clan Mackenzie.

[cheers and applause]

Whoo!

[shouts in Gaelic]

[upbeat music]

♪

I'm getting too old for this.

[gentle music]

♪

'Tis a braw day for a
boar tynchal, is it not?

It's quite the show of
force for a pig hunt.

It's a boar.

Oh, of course.

20 men armed with spears and muskets.

Seems about right to kill one hairy pig.

You've plainly never seen one then.

Get yer mount.

Time to go.

[sighs]

[men cheering and drumming]

[boars grunting]

- [men cheering and drumming]
- [boars continue grunting]

- [horse whinnies]
- Ahh!

Mistress Claire!

[groans]

Serves you right.

What'd you expect the poor animal to do

with you barbarians chasing it?

Did you forget their tusks could be lethal?

Bring him back up to the castle,

and tell Mrs. Fitz to
give him some hot broth

and some blankets.

It'll need to be stitched,

but I don't have any sterile tools here.

So he'll be all right then?

Yes, you'll have a limp.

Score one for the pig.

Maybe next time you'll
think about going fishing.

[man screams in the distance]

All right, take him back now.

[gunshot]

- Lass.
- [gunshots]

Wait for me. Wait!

- [boar grunts]
- [man screams]

Where are you?

- [boar growls]
- [gasps]

[boar snarling]

- [screams]
- [gunshot]

[screams]

[panting]

[groans]

Now then, now then, Geordie, now then.

You're gonna be all right.

I've got you, man, okay?

You'll be all right.

Dougal, is it bad?

You'll be fine.

You're gonna be fine.

It wasn't spurting, which meant

the femoral artery wasn't cut.

So there was a good chance

I could stop the bleeding at the thigh.

Will I lose my leg?

No. No, you won't.

But that would only allow him

to linger in increasing agony.

The wound to
his abdomen...

was fatal.

[speaking Gaelic]

[groans]

Here.

[speaking Gaelic]

A better death, perhaps,

was what Dougal was giving him...

to die cleanly under this sky,

his heart's blood staining the same leaves

dyed by the blood of the
beast that killed him.

- Dougal, man.
- Aye, I'm here.

I need to know,

after we raided the clan MacDonald

and stole the 20 kine
from under their noses...

Aye, I remember.

We held up at florrach for days.

But we ate well, no?

Aye. Aye, we did for sure.

Tell me here now, man,

did you bed my sister, Doreen?

Aye.

I did bed her.

But, you know, she was a bonnie lass.

I ken it.

You always could charm the lasses.

Shh.

[groans]

It will be better soon.

The pain will be gone soon.

It feels better now.

I canna feel my leg anymore, Dougal.

My hands neither.

Dougal, are you there, man?

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

I've got you.

Geordie...

tell me about your home.

It's near a wide glen,

not far from Loch Fannich.

What's it like there?

I'll wager it's beautiful.

Ah, 'tis.

In the spring...

Yes?

The heather's so thick,

ye can walk across the tops
without touching the ground.

That sounds lovely.

Wish I could be there now.

Oh, you'll be there soon, lad.

Aye.

Will ye stay with me?

Aye.

Yes.

There you are. There.

[speaking Gaelic]

[indistinct shouting]

Get the ball!

Pass it! Pass it!

[overlapping shouting]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[exciting music]

[grunting]

♪

I taught you this game, lad.

That ye did.

[grunting]

Murtagh!

[grunts]

[grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

Didn't look very fair.

That's twice ye caught me napping.

[yells]

Yield!

What would you think of me if I did?

Not much.

[grunting]

Play fair now.

[groans]

Ah!

[grunting]

[chuckles]

Ye taught me well.

Aye. Too well.

Did we win?

- My escape attempt thwarted...
- [door opens]

I was faced with the terrifying possibility

that I was destined to
stay in this dungeon forever.

I wasn't ready to give up,

but I needed time to
come up with another plan.

You've seen men die before

and by violence.

Yes. Many of them.

Ye've done a fine job here as healer.

Mrs. Fitz would have ye sit for a portrait

if it was up to her.

And, uh, I wanted to thank you personally

for what you did for poor
Geordie up there on the hunt.

In truth, I did nothing.

I wish I could have helped him.

Ye did.

Ye took him to a peaceful place,

and that's all any of
us can ask when we pass.

So thank you.

You're welcome.

If there's nothing else,
you'll have to excuse me.

I've a lot to do here in my dungeon.

Well, that's why I'm here, lass,

to set ye free from this dank room.

What do you mean?

You're coming on the road.

On the road?

I'm leaving tomorrow,

and I'm taking you with me.

Taking me where?

Traveling through Mackenzie
lands, collecting rents.

Colum doesna travel, so...

visiting the Tenants and Tacksmen

that can't come to the
gathering, that falls to me,

and attending to a wee bit
of business here and there.

But why me?

I think it would be wise

to have a healer along,

especially one that does well under strain.

And there's a lot of that on the road.

So that's the business settled.

Mrs. Fitz will have supper ready,

and ye don't want to incur
her wrath by coming late.

We leave at first light.

[gentle music]

♪

As the confines of the castle walls

faded behind me like a bad dream,

I took my first full breath in weeks.

I had no idea where this
journey would lead me,

what opportunity might present itself.

I could only hope it would bring me closer

to the standing stones of Craigh Na Dun.

If so, I was determined to reach them,

knowing this time I must not fail.

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