All language subtitles for Outlander.S05E10.NF.WEB-DL.English.US.ENG

Previously...

You're to be congratulated.

Your son is now the
proud owner of River Run.

I can procure you
whatever you wish.

I know an Irish
sea-faring gentleman

who does business
in Wilmington.

My husband's whiskey venture...

Mr. Bonnet doesn't do business
with people he doesn't know.

Mr. Bonnet'll be personally
meeting Mr. Alexander Malcolm.

You must kill Stephen Bonnet.

I don't know if I could take
another man's life.

A plan has been
put into motion

to find and kill
Stephen Bonnet.

Bonnet could have the right
to take Jemmy away from us.

He attacked me.

People of this time
see the child as proof

that you were
a willing participant.

I could've been brave.
I could've fought.

I hate myself
for what happened.

- You couldna have stopped him.
- I could've tried harder!

It took courage not to fight.
If ye did, he woulda killed ye.

♪ 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 breeze ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

The time has come

to approach the magistrate
with our request.

Obviously, your occupation...

makes matters, uh,
a bit more difficult.

- A gentleman has no occupation.
- Precisely.

And that is why,
as your lawyer,

I advise you to be more
discreet with your dealings.

You have allies
among the wealthy,

you've been exonerated
for your crimes,

but for now, I recommend
that you lie low.

I'd like to lie low underneath
my regular mare there.

People might turn a blind eye

to smuggling
tobacco or whiskey.

But there have been rumblings

that you're trading commodities
of a female nature.

My business is
none of their business.

Do you want custody of your son
or not, Mr. Bonnet?

I've made allies due to those
very dealings, Mr. Forbes.

They owe their wealth and
influence in part to me. As do you.

So, I suggest
you start to behave

more as my lawyer

- and less as my priest.
- Oh, you have a priest?

I need you to consult
with the magistrate.

When will we have
his signature, sir?

I've provided him
with the names

of the witnesses
from the tavern.

And I've confirmed
that they will attest

to the circumstances
on said evening.

We should have a signature
by the end of the week,

and young Jeremiah
will be with his father.

From your lips to God's ears,
Mr. Forbes.

If we might discuss
the matter of my compensation.

I'm no fortune teller,

but once I claim my son,
I foresee an unlucky accident

for Jocasta Innes
and her new bridegroom.

Such a shame,
them being married for so short a time.

How she chose that old buffoon
I'll never know.

And she humiliated me

during my courtship
with her niece.

When River Run's mine,
you'll get your money.

The agreed upon 20%.

We'll have a dram on the
front porch in celebration.

I look forward to it.

In the meantime, Mistress Innes
has asked to see me.

I'm intending to sail up on the
Sally Ann to Cross Creek tomorrow.

Not a word of this to anyone.

Confidentiality
is my livelihood.

I have a really bad feeling
about this.

I want Bonnet out
of our lives for good.

And nowhere near you
or our son.

Getting rid of Bonnet
is for the greater good.

Yes. Though I still
don't trust Philip Wylie...

even though he stands to make
a lot of money from this deal.

I think he'll keep
his word.

But what if he doesn't?

Well, if he doesn't,
I'll likely be dead.

So, if you could
find the time,

I'd appreciate it

if you'd make him
suffer for it.

Ah, here comes
our go-between now.

Mr. Alexander Malcolm.

Glad you could join us.

Well, Uncle, is this
what you had in mind?

Even better.

What about my markings?

I'll help you find
some clay to cover them up.

We don't have to
fool him for very long.

We must get to Wylie's Landing

before the parley.
We'll leave at dawn.

If we've not returned to Wilmington
in two days, go back to the Ridge.

If you don't return,
we're coming to find you.

I thought you might say that.

Dinna fash.
Bonnet's only a man.

And nothing more.

It is rather small, isn't it?

Well, sometimes, the smallest
things in life are the most useful.

What use do you have for it?

Well, it will be an instrument
for a physician.

It will hold medicinal liquid.

But it has
a hole on both sides.

It's not finished yet.

The smith is going to make
something for the bottom

and a needle to put in the top.
It's a syringe.

Ah, I've heard of those.

Usually a tube,
fitted with a piston.

Aren't syringes made of brass?

Well, usually, yes.

But I prefer
when they're made of glass.

It's easier to sterilize.
Clean.

To use before you heal.

Well, I did blow a glass tube
for a thermometer last spring.

I suppose a glass tube
is a glass tube.

Come back again
in a few days' time.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

- That's one down.
- Yeah.

Let's hope the smith doesn't
think we're practicing witchcraft

- asking for a hollow needle.
- No kidding.

When was the hypodermic needle
invented, again?

Not for a while yet.
I really need one.

You've seen your father.

He has a knack for almost
getting himself killed

every time he gets out of bed.

I swear that man is like a cat.
Nine lives. Not more.

What if he doesn't come alone?

I'm sure he won't. He'll bring
his sailors with him.

What do you ken about them
from your voyage?

They sail with him
like they eat scorpion fish,

only when they're hungry
and have no other options.

His sailors follow his commands
out of fear, not love.

So long as we take care not to give
them reason to think we're a threat,

I don't think they'll be much
troubled about Bonnet's fate.

Except they'll be in need
of new employment.

Keep your wits about you.
This is our one chance.

There may not be another.

So, we've got
the kelp for the iodine.

And what else
are we looking for?

Well, certain shells.

I can grind them down
to use their calcium.

And maybe some sponges
to use in surgery.

I can do shells.
I'll save some for Jem.

- Hmm.
- Maybe I'll make him a mobile.

Might make him sleep better.

When he comes, I want to be
the one to kill him.

Now you're telling me.

You said it yourself,
he's just a man.

- I ken what I said.
- I know what you're thinking.

I've never killed a man
or fought in battle.

I'm no marksman and only
a half-decent swordsman.

But he's mine.
I will take him.

Brianna's your daughter,
but she's my wife.

So, don't hesitate.
Dinna challenge him.

Kill him the moment
you have the chance.

If you fall, Roger Mac,
know I will avenge you.

And if you fall,
I will avenge you.

A bargain, is it?

A rare bargain indeed.

Hey, is that
what I think it is?

Wow!

We didn't often get to see
sights like that in our time.

There's so much
here that's unspoiled.

So many of them now.

And to think by the end
of the 19th century,

whalers have all but
wiped them out.

I can see why Melville was
inspired to write about them.

God, I love Moby Dick.

Yeah, me, too.

I remember seeing a whale fluke
off of Cape Cod once.

Remember we used to race there,

on the beach
when I was little?

Man, that is not as easy
in a corset.

I think I'm getting old.

All right, I'm gonna
live dangerously.

Dip my toes in the water.

You're braver than I am.

I think I might go search
for some more shells.

Are you Malcolm?

Aye. You must be
Captain Bonnet.

Pleased to finally
make your acquaintance.

No. Captain's not coming.

He sent us
to inspect the goods.

But that
wasn't the arrangement.

Arrangement's changed.

- Why?
- He had business elsewhere.

You want the whiskey
put on the ship, or not?

Where are the barrels?

Where are the goods?

Do you know
whose time you're wasting?

The barrels are in the shed.

What took you so long?

You were doing so well,
I didna think you needed the help.

Where's Stephen Bonnet?

- Who wants to know?
- Where is he?

Answer the question.

Where's Stephen Bonnet?

They say the sea
lives inside every shell.

Can you hear it?

The sea calling?

What are you doing here?

I was walking down
the thoroughfare in Wilmington

and I saw you from afar.

I thought to myself,
"Doesn't she look familiar?"

You see, I never forget a face.

Neither yours,
nor your lovely daughter's.

She seems to have
inherited your beauty.

How's my son? Does he resemble
his handsome father?

You don't have a son!

You're misinformed.

Your daughter told me
as much, to my face.

I think I found...

Bree, run!

- No.
- Go!

- Go!
- I am not leaving you.

- Let her go.
- Shoot him!

Let her go!

Put that down,

or I'll cut her throat
on the count of three.

One, two...

Wait! Wait!

I'll let your mother go...

as long as you
come along with me.

It's my son
and you I'm wanting.

Bree!

Brianna!

Would you like some tea?

- Where are we?
- You're safe on my island.

Where the hell is my mother?

I left her on the beach.
I've no quarrel with her.

- We have a quarrel with you.
- Still?

It's not because I couldn't remember
your name in the jail, is it?

Can't we just let
bygones be bygones?

I have something for you.

For our son.

He's not our son.

His father is my husband,
Roger MacKenzie.

I know you had to tell him
that the boy was his.

But you and I know the truth.
That we made him.

And there's no denying that.

I wanna do right
by you and him.

To be a real father.

have something for you, too.

- It's Brianna.
- Where is she?

Bonnet has her.

Go. Go.

You look
so beautiful in your gift.

Please, come in.

- -Am I supposed
to pull out the chair for you?

Please, sit down.

Please.

When we're at River Run,

we'll have better servants
to do this for us.

You mean slaves.

Is it the master of the house
who's supposed to do it?

Should I pass this
with both hands?

You'll teach me?

I don't think anyone
can teach you a damn thing.

"A damn thing."

I'm surprised to hear language
like that from a lady.

You think someone lowly like me
can't better himself?

What I need is something
I can't buy.

A moral compass?

To make sure
our son knows what to do,

how to get on in the world.

You can show me how to be
in your world and in his. Hmm?

Show me what to do. Hmm?

How to be a worthy gentleman.
And no harm will come to you.

Why do you want to be
a gentleman?

You saw something in me.

You're drawn to me.
We're drawn to each other.

That's why fate has brought us
together again... and again.

To be parents to Jeremiah.

- You know his name.
- Of course I do.

Let's eat.

Elbows off the table
in polite society.

And don't bend down
to your food.

You bring your fork
up to your mouth.

It's improper for a lady and
gentleman to be alone like this.

I can have some of my men come
and join us if you'd prefer.

No. Thank you.

What now, then?

How do men and women
of our standing...

pass the time?

You could read to me.

That is something
a gentleman would do.

Or, if you don't know how,
then maybe I could read to you.

Here.

Is that something you do for our son?
Does he like that?

I love reading.

Putting yourself in
other people's shoes...

living with characters,
learning what drives them.

Usually it's love,
money... revenge.

Which do you think drives me?

Money. That's why I'm here,
isn't it?

Because you want River Run.

It isn't lady-like
to hurt a man's pride, surely.

Thinking me no better
than a common thief.

Well, it isn't love, is it?

Prove me wrong. You don't hurt
the people you love.

And if it's revenge,
I have done nothing to you.

There are two sides
to every story.

You don't know mine.

If I were to tell Jeremiah
my story, our story...

would he... feel for me?

You can't make
someone love you.

Well, I've heard the
expression "learn to love."

Perhaps you could
learn to love me

for the sake of our son.

I think I could learn
to love you.

When you came to me
in the jail...

and told me that there'd be

something left of me
on this earth...

I couldn't forget
how that made me feel.

It wasn't for revenge, or...

for money.

So will you teach me
how to love?

I'll read for you.
Like I read to Jeremiah.

This book is a good one.
I think you'll like it.

"The mysterious sea captain of
the Pequod was a man named Ahab.

He stood on two legs,
one of flesh and bone.

The other one was made
out of the bones of a whale.

His leg had been taken

during a voyage by another
monstrous white whale,

known as Moby Dick."

This is one of
Jeremiah's favorites.

So my son likes
tales of the sea?

"Captain Ahab nailed a doubloon
to the mast of his ship

and swore that
there would be a great prize

for the first man
to sight the whale.

He said they would stop
at nothing

until they found him...

and killed him."

Huh.

Please. Please keep reading.

"The beast was
unpredictable. As was the sea.

But every day, they arose

thinking that
today would be the day

that they would look
the monster in the eye."

What happens in the end?
Does he get the whale?

Well... You don't want me
to tell you now, do you?

There's so much more to come.

Well, you must be tired.
And I wanna know how this ends.

I really hope that Ahab

slaughters the whale
and gets his revenge.

Moby Dick capsizes Ahab's boat,

destroys the ship and Ahab
is dragged under the sea.

The monster prevails?

And Ahab is drowned then?

Well, that depends on which one
you think is the monster.

The man hell-bent on revenge
or the whale who's hunted.

The sea is a treacherous place,

where creatures
prey upon one another.

And the sea herself is...

hungry for souls.

What does that mean?

A nightmare.

The sea...

It comes for me.

Darkness closes in.

I cannot move.

No one comes.

No one ever comes.

It's only a dream.

So, you don't think
any less of me for telling you?

No. I could never think
any less of you.

Does Jeremiah get scared?
Have nightmares and the like?

Sometimes.

He's only a little boy.

He needs his mother.

I never had a mother.

Or a father.

Or a... I was an orphan.

What do you do to comfort him?

How could I comfort him?

Please. Please tell me.

I would go to him...
and take him in my arms.

And I would hold him there
until he feels safe.

Will you show me?

A lady would say good night now,
and she would go to her bed.

Alone.

Then I look forward
to bidding you good morning.

Me, too.

Good morning, my lady.

Breakfast is served.

Tea?

So, would we live here?

We could live
anywhere you'd like.

A place in town,
if it pleases you.

I was thinking I should go
and fetch Jeremiah.

I can't be away
from him too long.

Hmm. I'll come with you.

Perhaps it would be better
if I tell him

that you're going to be
in his life.

We don't want to upset him.
He is only young.

We don't know how my family
are going to react.

My father and Roger are...

Well,
they're not like you.

It would be more prudent
if I were to go.

Then I'll come back to you.

Fate will bring me back to you...
like it has before.

Is that what you want?

Well, it's what
we both want, isn't it?

When would you go?

Should we not spend more time
together here first? To bond.

I miss Jemmy so much.

And I know that
you want to meet him.

The sooner I can leave,
the sooner I will return to you.

Yes.

And while you're gone, I'll go to
Wilmington and find us a place.

With a parlor and
a bedchamber for us.

And for our son.

And we'll seal our promise
to one another with a kiss.

If there's one thing
I don't need to be taught...

it's what a kiss is.

- That was just our first time...
- Don't.

Stephen, we should...

I'm not good enough
for you, eh?

No. No. That is not...

I'll give you a reason
to despise me.

I hoped, I hoped
you were being truthful.

I was.

I let my feelings
cloud my judgement.

And the last time I did that,
I was a young workman.

And I was fooled into thinking
the other men liked me,

and they got me drunk
and they left me for dead

in the foundations of a cellar
I'd helped them dig.

I don't need you to get Jemmy.

I'll show you
what you're missing.

For a few pennies more,
you could watch me and her.

That one won't be
enjoying herself today.

Then I'll collect my money.

But send for me again
when it suits you.

I'll fetch your coin.

But don't let her
out of your sight.

Do you know where we are?

This place? Ocracoke.

- Do you know Mr. Bonnet well?
- Yes.

He sends for me
when the fancy takes him,

or he brings me out
on a boat with him.

He's fond of breakfast in bed,
if you take my meaning.

But I've never known him
to have two girls together,

or to be wanting someone watch
while he's at his pleasure.

Was it to your liking?

You don't understand.

He's holding me here
against my will.

Whoever you are,
he takes what he wants.

And you're better
not to cross him.

What's your name?

They call me Eppie.

Eppie, I have to
get away from here.

Chances are he'll tire of you
in a few days.

No, you don't... That's
not what he wants from me.

- Is it money then?
- No, it...

He means to ransom you?

I've never known scruples to
interfere with the man's appetite.

Here. If I give you this,
will you help me?

- Help you do what?
- Get word to my husband.

His name is Roger MacKenzie
and he's in Wilmington.

As is my father, James Fraser.

You need to tell them
where I am.

Rich, your family then,
are they?

Very.

I'd like to help you
but Bonnet is a fair man.

As long as your interests
run with his.

If it doesn't,
there won't be no warning.

- Please...
- One moment, whiskey and song,

the next, you're
breathing blood.

If you're still
breathing at all.

Mind your tongue
and all will be well.

- I am begging you,
woman to woman... -

Fuck.

Mr. Wylie.

Yet.

What is the meaning of this?

Why are you accosting me
in the street?

Tell us where Bonnet is.

You said
he'd come to us but he didn't.

Did you give us up?
Did you tell him it was me?

No. I swear.
I don't know where he is.

He keeps his goods
at my landing,

and all I did was arrange
for him to meet you there.

He has my wife!

Where is his ship?
Where does he make berth?

I don't know. If I did,
I'd tell you.

He's made my life a misery,

threatening me with blackmail

over business
he draws profit from.

Please...

There's a brothel he frequents.
Mistress Sylvie's.

He and I have had
meetings there in the past.

I'm sure you will find
someone there who knows Bonnet.

He, he, he is a creature
of habit.

Then make yourself
scarce, Mr. Wylie.

Without the shadow
of a doubt.

You two, stay in the tavern,

in case Bonnet and his men
come looking for us.

Dinna ken what he might do.

Claire and I'll pay
Mistress Sylvie a visit.

Will you have Mary fetch
some of her wee cakes, Ulysses?

Of course, sir.

There's no need, Ulysses.

This is business, not pleasure.
We can eat afterwards.

Very good, Mistress.

There.

I'm not an invalid.

But you've been suffering
with your headaches of late.

I have been
looking forward to this.

You have my blessing
to do as you wish, my dear.

Mr. Forbes, Mistress.

I'll leave you to it.

I'll see you're not disturbed.

A pleasure, as always,
Mistress Innes.

What can I do for you?

My nephew, Jamie,
visited us not so long ago

with happy news from the Ridge.

My great nephew, Ian,
has returned from the Mohawk.

Oh, really? How interesting.

And Marsali's had
another bairn. A wee girl.

Oh, yeah, that's lovely.

So, I was thinking,

we're very comfortable,
Mr. Innes and I,

and we will be
for the rest of our days.

We dinna want for much.

We canna take it
with us when we...

You can't take what with you?

Our earthly belongings,
Mr. Forbes.

I want you to help me bestow
some gifts upon my family.

Gifts? What kind of gifts?

My fortune.

- Can I help you?
- Good afternoon.

Unusual to have
husband and wife, is it?

But not unheard of. Mabel wouldn't
mind, being partial to women.

No, we're not here for that.

We would like to speak
to your ladies urgently.

That'll be ten shillings
for the inconvenience.

And what price would you put
on a girl's life?

- Are you threatening me?
- No.

We're looking for someone.

And we have reason
to believe that you

or some of your ladies
might know where he is.

We're looking for a man
named Stephen Bonnet.

You'll find paper

and writing implements
on the table.

Wonderful.

Now, Marsali and Fergus,
I'd like to give them £100.

Generous. And you're certain

that Mr. Innes
is amenable to this?

He is indeed amenable.

You're fortunate to have found
such a good match.

And £50 for their son, Germain,

and of course for Joanie.

Twenty for the wee one, and
perhaps twenty more for luck.

Are you recording this?

Of course. Every word.

- Do stop me if I go too quickly.
- Not at all.

Young Ian, bless him,
something to get him on his feet.

One... No. 200 pounds.

Well, that is
astonishingly kind.

You hardly know the lad.

And he's been living
with the Indians.

Nevertheless, he is kin.

Was it not enough
to bequeath your property

to young Jeremiah MacKenzie?

You're diminishing
from his inheritance.

'Tis is better to give
than to receive.

Brianna and Roger, I'm hoping
to give them a sizable sum.

Perhaps £1,000.

Well, there we are.

Miss Brianna and her husband

will be quite
comfortable as well.

Gerald, I had hoped
it would be you she chose.

But 'tis all water
under the bridge by now.

Aye.

Oh, we mustn't forget
young Lizzie.

- The servant?
- She's a poor sweet thing.

- Twenty-five pounds?
- No.

"No"? Whatever
is the matter, Mr. Forbes?

You can't give away my money.

Your money?

You've left me no choice.

You robbed me of my dignity.

I would have been a good
husband to you or Brianna.

You won't rob me
of my share in your fortune!

Mistress! Mistress.

Mistress.

Jocasta.

Never heard of him.

Your hip. Anisomelia.

What did you call me?

I didn't call you anything.

I merely identified

what's causing the pain
in your hip. And your back.

And the pain that shoots down
your leg from time to time.

How did...

- Are you a conjure woman?
- No.

I'm a healer.

And I can tell that
you're in a great deal of pain.

Let me help you. Please.

Turn around. Give me your gown.

Here. Hold on to the chair.

Ah!

Did you know that
your legs are uneven?

Your left leg, well,
it's longer than your right.

And lift your right heel
as I adjust it.

Lift up.

There.

Any half-decent cobbler

should be able to make a lift
about this thickness.

It should greatly
reduce your pain.

Perhaps even in time
it'll completely disappear.

I'm not so popular as to have
spare money going for fancy shoes.

I'll be happy
to make a contribution.

Why?

Because when someone is in need

and you can help,
then you help.

Please. Stephen Bonnet
took my daughter.

She has a husband
and a small child.

And I need to bring her home.

If he ever learned it was me,
he'd slit my throat.

He will never find out.

You'll need a boat.

I found a boat
from a fisherman.

Very good. Let's go.

What did you pay him with?

Didna need money, auntie.

He gladly took Mr. Malcolm's
new clothes in return.

Come and greet
Captain Howard, sweetheart.

Please. Sir, I am being held
against my will.

My husband and my...

Of course you are.

I wouldn't be here
to make a purchase

if you were here
voluntarily.

Very lovely indeed.

But the red hair?
I do prefer a flaxen mane.

She's very fine.
She's in good health.

The teeth? Ah...

The teeth?

Aha...

Very nice. Has she...

Wild bitch!

Captain,

she's not yours yet, is she?

Mine or not, someone should
teach her some manners.

I admit, I don't often shy away
from a challenge...

breaking a wild mare.

Six pounds.

We're old friends.
You can take her for six.

She's nothing but property.
She's not worth more than that.

- We're agreed, then?
- Yes.

She's yours as soon
as I see the money.

Follow me to the boat.
Manny holds the purse.

Very well. First,
let's have another drink.

For you, sweetheart? Brandy.
I mean, you've earned it.

Please. Please don't do this.

Please. I am begging you.
I can't be parted from Jemmy.

Please don't do this.

Don't worry.
I'll take care of him.

Manny. My purse.

Bree!

Manny!

Brianna!

- Are you safe?
- I'm fine.

We'll take our leave.
To the boat, lad.

Come on.

Do you think his men
will come for him?

Not if they have any sense.

They'll be rid of him
soon enough.

They'll have a ship
and their freedom.

And we saved them
the bother of a mutiny.

Have a drop for your soul.

Know that whatever happens,

the last face you'll see
on this earth

willna be that of a friend.

I wanna take him to Wilmington.

I want him to be judged
according to the law.

Can you trust them?

His dealings have bought a lot
of influence in Wilmington.

Tryon.

This bastard may have influence
with businessmen and landowners,

but surely Governor Tryon
outdoes them all,

even from New York.

Aye. Tryon still owes us
for his mistake at Alamance.

He'll see him condemned.
That I'm sure of.

"Stephen Bonnet,
known pirate and smuggler,

was tried this morning before the
Wilmington Committee of Safety.

And upon testimony
of his crimes,

having been presented
by a number of persons,

was convicted of them and
sentenced to death by drowning."

Brianna.

Was that mercy?

Or was it to make sure
he's dead?