All language subtitles for Outlander - 08x06 - Blessed Are the Merciful.AMZN.NTb.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Previously...

God willing, I'll see you soon.

I love you all.

I'm very sorry to tell you
that Ben is dead.

Ben.

There was a massacre.

The Mohawk leader, Joseph Brant,

led a raid on a rebel town.

The Continentals retaliated.

Marched along the Susquehanna River.

Is that not where Shadow Lake
lies, with thy former wife?

Wahionhaweh and Swiftest of Lizards...

I need to know what happened to them.

Oggy and I will come with thee.

There's a redcoat officer
named Ferguson.

I know about him.

Cunningham means to attack you,

and take you to him.

Will he live?

I think so, but he might not
be able to walk.

Aah!

- I didn't think you'd come.
- We should talk.

Send for the devil, the devil appears.

Good morning, Captain.

I couldn't tell you
what time of day it is,

but "good" it most certainly is not.

Fortunately, for you,

you've lived to see another day.

I never doubted I would.

With or without your help,

it's not my time.

What's that awful smell?

Loss of bowel and bladder control

is to be expected
with your type of injury.

I need to get up.

What did you do to me?

I removed the musket ball
from your back,

but it had done quite a lot of damage.

I take it you still have
no sensation in your legs?

No.

I'll get some clean linen.

My Charlie.

Tell me what must be done.

Have you seen anyone
in this condition before?

Yes.

It's extremely unlikely...

that you'll ever walk again.

I...

I'll never walk?

But you'll continue to have the use

of your arms and upper body.

But beyond that...

only time will tell.

It usually does.

And we rode as if
there were devils at our backs.

Managed to cut the men from the 96 off

right at the border of the Ridge...

twenty or so of them.

A skirmish broke out...

nothing we couldn't handle, of course.

Was it, Mr. Cleveland?

No. I don't like to brag...

but since dead men tell no tales...

They've all been killed?

You have nothing to fear
from them any longer.

Let's put it that way.

Take heart.

A bit of Loyalist blood
is good for the soil.

It appears you took no pleasure
whatsoever in the fight.

Well, there's sport in it.

I won't lie.

I warned you...

to make an example

out of those gunrunning sons of bitches.

Aye, you did.

We heard you caught Cunningham,
brought him here.

He still alive?

For now.

Well, I hope you make the most of it.

Make a show of him.

String him up,

and no one will ever cross you again.

I have it in hand, Mr. Cleveland.

Considering how you spoke
to me when last we met,

I had half a mind to sit back

and watch you dangle
from the end of a rope.

But here we are.

You owe me, Mr. Fraser.

Aye.

It's your own fault.

You knew his help would come
with a price.

You have my word.

Well...

what do you have to say
for yourself, then, Captain?

Where are my men?

They're alive, if that's
what you're wondering,

waiting on me to decide their fate.

You had your wife save me,

so that you could have
the cruel pleasure

of seeing me put to death.

Is that it?

Are you going to kill me?

Not sure I can kill you.

Then you believe what I said...

that I will not go home to the Lord

for five more years?

No.

It's only, my wife won't allow
me to harm you

while you're still in her care.

And how long will that be?

Perhaps you should just have
your revenge now.

I'm not dead.

But I may as well be.

I'm not sure I can stand it,

knowing the day is coming,

unable to change my stars.

I've always been able-bodied...

a soldier.

I imagined perhaps...

I would be slain in battle.

Aye.

More honor in that.

But you have made your bed, Captain.

So now you must lie in it.

You will remain in my custody here

until I can determine a more
appropriate fate for you.

* 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 *

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I know this place...

this river.

Well, perhaps it is fairer to
say that this place knows thee.

I can envision thee hunting, camping,

and feasting here...

with the other men.

Killed my first wolverine
with a bow and arrow

just a stone's throw from here.

I was born at Shadow Lake...

born a second time, I mean.

Died a death there, too.

Thee forgot to say "married."

We'll stay here tonight.

I'll start to prepare the camp.

I know thee loved Emily.

Don't be afraid to speak of her,

especially in these circumstances.

If she's beautiful...

you may say so.

She was beautiful.

Aye.

I think of her now and then...

not often.

Why should thee not think of her?

She was the mother of thy children...

a woman who shared thy bed,

thy body...

and a good bit of thy soul, did she not?

But our souls weren't meant to be one.

I wonder if hers is...

still with us.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

My wee Oggy.

What does that mean?

It's Mohawk for "I love you."

"I'm sorry.

"I didn't mean to be here,

"but I have the strongest feeling

that here is where I'm supposed to be."

"Whom shall I send? Send me"?

Jesus Christ. What is this?

It's hard to explain.

When Francis Marion refused
to help with the guns,

I felt...

so defeated.

We'd come all this way.

But when I looked around
at the men, I felt...

I was overcome...

with a-with a sense of purpose,

of-of renewed conviction.

You couldn't leave them.

No, not like that...

...desperate and dying
in a godforsaken place.

And I-I mean that

in the truest sense of the word.

The gunfire...

the cannons...

it reminded me of going
through the stones, actually...

that fear of being torn apart,

of something pulling at you.

You feel your skull will fly to...

Don't, Roger, please.

I- I don't want to know
how close you came to death.

My heart can't take it.

It's all right.

I promise.

But I need to tell you,
if that's okay...

...because it made me realize something.

I want to be ordained.

But you had so many doubts.

Aye, I know.

There was a loud blast

near the end of the battle...

close to me, a cannon blast.

Sent me flying.

But I remembered
the sensation of falling

just for a split second as a boy...

...and being caught by my father.

It was the night my mother died.

I never understood how I got out alive.

We'd gone to shelter
in the London Underground,

and it was bombed.

But...

she tossed me from the stairs
as they collapsed, and...

he-he caught me.

I don't know how, but he was there.

I think...

Think I saved my father

when I sent him through the stones,

and he saved me.

We were always
a part of history, Bree...

even if we didn't know it yet.

We didn't change God's plan.

We were always part of it.

So I know now.

I know that I've been called
to do the Lord's work...

...called to be here.

Well, if you're certain,

and I think you are,

it sounds like a good plan to me.

Come here.

You know I worship you.

If you're wondering, Lord...

who to send for Roger's sake...

...send me.

I deserved that, I suppose.

Bleeker.

Ralph Bleeker.

It's pronounced "Rafe."

And it's "General Bleeker" to you, sir.

You're a damned coward.

You couldn't just change your
coat and be straight about it.

No, you had to pretend to be dead,

kill your whole family with grief.

Think about it, Willie.

Which would my father prefer...

that I was dead

or that I'd joined the Continental Army?

That would bloody kill him.

Or he'd kill you.

So...

what was it?

Rank, General Bleeker?

Can't have been money.

Heard of a man called Thomas Paine?

He's a writer, was employed by
His Majesty's Board of Excise

but was dismissed and started
thinking about politics.

As one does when unemployed, I suppose.

I met him in a tavern in Philadelphia.

I thought he was interesting...

intense, I suppose you'd say.

Then when I was taken prisoner,

I had occasion to read his pamphlet.

It's called Common Sense.

And it is common sense, damn it.

I became convinced that the
Americans were in the right,

and I couldn't in conscience fight

on the side of tyranny any longer.

You arrogant prick.

You've smeared your whole
family with excrement.

That's why I changed my name
and had word sent that I died,

for God's sake.

Even went so far as to have
a grave marked with my name,

- should anyone come looking.
- Well, someone did.

I did, you bloody fool.

I dug up that grave
in the middle of the night.

And you weren't in it...

though now I wish to God you had been.

You're proving my point
remarkably well, William.

But what about your wife,
when she finds out?

You know, then?

So Uncle John did let her stay with him.

Well, look, it's...

it's actually on account of her
that I, uh...

What?

Tell me.

It was her idea I pretend I was dead.

I don't believe you.

She wanted me to do it,

not just for her or my father's sake...

but for Trevor's.

Your beautiful wife.

How in God's name
could you leave Amaranthus?

That's not your damn business.

Why are you so concerned
with my wife anyway?

What in the hell have you
to do with her?

You want to know
what I've had to do with her?

Who do you think has been consoling her,

comforting her in her grief?

An invader, a traitor in our midst.

Take him to the guardhouse.

Ahroniawonrateh.

My friend.

You heard what happened?

It's why I've come...

to go to the village,

to learn the fate
of Wahionhaweh and our...

and her children.

Do not go there.

Nothing left but ashes.

I'm sorry.

My own village burned
to the ground as well.

And the people? Were they able to flee?

Some.

Our scouts learned
of the impending attack.

Kaheroton, among others,

rode out to meet the Continentals.

They perished.

But their brave sacrifice allowed time

for others in the villages to escape,

though not all.

And Wahionhaweh and her children?

I do not know,

but there is someone
who may be able to tell you.

Can you think of anything I've left out?

No, uh, think that's enough.

Would you really shoot them
if they came back?

These men betrayed me,

hunted me like a wild animal
across my own land,

all for the sake of what
they call, king's justice.

If they come within my sight
or my land again,

aye, I will kill them.

Well, I don't think
they'd be foolish enough

- to try anything again.
- Mm.

Many of our tenants are still
deciding which way they'll go.

And they'll be watching me
to see, am I weak?

Will I fall?

What about the women and their children?

They shouldn't be punished for
their husbands' transgressions.

What will they do without their homes

and their land?

Where will they go?

A good husband would've thought of that,

and a wise one
would've listened to his wife.

Well, you can't be sure
that they did know about it...

just because you consult with your wife.

Bell, book, and candle.

Ring the bell, close the book,

quench the candle.

The right of excommunication
and anathema, Sassenach...

that is what I've done.

"As you have each and all conspired

"and acted to attack and arrest me

"with the desired end
of causing my death,

"the contract of tenancy
signed between us

"is, as of this date,
rendered null and void

in its entirety."

"By such actions as you have undertaken,

"you have broken my trust
and betrayed your sworn word.

"Therefore, you are each and all

"hereby evicted from the land
you presently occupy,

"dispossessed of your title
to said land,

"and are required
to depart with your families

from Fraser's Ridge
within the space of ten days."

"If you seek to return
to Fraser's Ridge,

you'll be shot on sight."

Where's Mr. Crombie?

Something for him.

A letter? Is that all, sir?

I can it to get him if you'd like.

He isnae here.

Hiram!

I, uh...

I regret what happened at Lodge.

Is that supposed to be
an apology, Mr. Crombie?

I did what I thought I had to.

I didn't act against you personally.

Oh, aye.

Captain Cunningham had convinced me

it's impossible to fight
the King's army and prevail.

'Tis folly to side
with the Continentals,

and I'm not the only one to think so.

Does the opinion of your
settlers mean so little to you?

It does if they try to stab me
in the back.

I was only trying to protect my family.

As am I, Mr. Crombie.

So, I'm sure you'll understand
when I tell you

you are no longer welcome here.

The Beardsleys will be
taking over the trading post.

As stipulated,

you have ten days
to gather your things and go.

If you'll kindly wait here,

the master will be with you shortly.

I thank thee.

A beautiful home.

He was right, he must have
a foot in both worlds.

More than a foot, I think.

Joseph Brant has been to London

had an audience with King George.

Thank you for receiving us.

I thank thee also, Friend Thayendanegea.

We are grateful for thy time.

- You are a Quaker?
- I am.

Oh, and therefore a peace-talker?

No, but we do come in peace.

This is my wife, Catherine.

Be welcome.

Not a Friend yourself, then, Mr. Murray?

Friendly.

When last we met,

you were with the Continentals.

Is that still the case?

Aye.

Tea... thank goodness.

A rare treat after a long journey.

When I read of the attack
on Shadow Lake, I had to come.

I need to know what happened
to the people of my clan.

You forfeited the right
to that knowledge

when you left and joined the enemy.

I didna leave the Mohawk
to join the rebel cause.

I was told to leave.

I didna want to go at all.

But that doesna matter.

I cannae go on

without knowing whether Wahionhaweh

and her children live.

And what does your current wife

have to say about that?

The Spirit has moved him
to look for them.

If they are dead,

then tell me...

so that I may mourn.

Need I remind you that it was
in fact the Continental Army

who burned the village?

Aye, in retaliation
for the brutal massacre

at Cherry Valley,
which you participated in.

If the Continentals
hadn't launched an assault

on the Iroquois village of
Onaquaga in the first place,

I would never have had to...

All who take the sword
shall perish by it.

War is an endless perpetuation
of violence.

How different things might be
if we women were at the helm.

It is a wise man indeed
who listens to his wife.

Particularly when he has had
two of them.

And both are still living.

Where is she?

I must see her.

You are a guest here

and in no position to make demands.

Perhaps Mr. Murray ought to consider

how his wives might feel about this.

Wahionhaweh is here.

She's-she's here?

Her children, too.

Many of the dispossessed

are sheltering with us
before we journey north.

It is a shame
that you will not see them.

I respectfully ask that you leave.

Mrs. Crombie.

Might I speak with you, Mr. Fraser?

It appears I have little choice
in the matter.

We have come to beg thy mercy, Laird...

not for ourselves but for our bairns.

Please.

Get up, for God's sake.

Your husbands put you up to this?

Our husbands forbade us to come,

said they'd beat us if
we stepped a foot out of doors.

But we willna stand for it.

They'd sacrifice us and their bairns

for the sake of their stubborn pride.

So we came anyway.

Your husbands are fools and cowards.

And they'll pay the price
for their foolishness.

They ken what they were risking
when they cast their lots

with Cunningham.

And that's a-a risk
they should never have taken.

I put them out for good cause.

We understand why you banished them.

And we ken even better the kindness

ye've always shown our families.

You repaid my kindness by betraying me.

Our husbands acted
without our knowledge...

betrayed us as well.

I'm sorry for ye.

Please...

dinna send us away.

We'll do anything,

whatever you ask of us.

We'll swear an oath

that our husbands will never
raise hand nor voice

against you in any matter.

And how exactly do you mean to guarantee

this good behavior?

I suppose your wife could answer that

for you, Mr. Fraser.

We have our ways.

If they refuse to conduct themselves

in a manner befitting honorable men...

surely you can imagine what
a wife might do to a husband

who's taken the roof from over
her and her children's heads.

I said what I said,
and I willna go back.

I cannae honor a tenancy contract

made with the men
who would've seen me hanged.

Then it is with heavy hearts
and deep sorrow

that we will go.

May God bless ye and yer family, sir.

Sorry, Rachel.

I can see now that all of this
has brought you pain.

It was too much to ask.

No.

No, all is well.

It isnae.

Can see it on your face.

I didn't think I'd feel this way.

Heaven knows I tried
to put aside my feelings.

I'm a godly woman, after all.

Although thee often puts me
on a pedestal...

I am in fact still an ordinary woman...

flesh and blood.

I would never hurt you.

But would thee have left her?

What do you mean?

I have you.

You are everything to me.

But would thee have left her

all those years ago if thee had

had any choice in the matter?

Then it is as I thought...

that thee would be with her still.

Rachel...

I know it is irrational...

but when has love ever been rational?

I prayed that Wahionhaweh
would be alive...

not only because I wish her no harm,

but selfishly...

because ghosts have a way
of inserting themselves

where they are not wanted.

And a living, breathing wife
who has reappeared

would surely take up
much more room than any ghost.

I dinna need to see them.

'Tis enough for me to know
that they are alive.

We'll go home.

Physician to see you.

How does thee do this morning?

I've done better.

Well, I'm afraid to say

that thy condition
is somewhat alarming to me.

Take off thy britches

and bend over the bench, please.

I beg your pardon?

I mean to begin by giving thee a clyster

to settle thy humors.

Must you?

My ass is the only uninjured part of me.

Trust me.

Ah, no, uh, cold water
is not the best medium

for the purpose.

Private Chesley,

will you fetch me a bucket
of warm water, please?

Very well, sir.

I suppose you're safe in here
with him, sir?

Maybe it best you step out here
while I fetch the water, sir.

No, there is no danger.

His injuries have weakened him.

However, I'm particularly concerned

about some of his symptoms.

The sooner I can perform this noble act

to purge his backside
and cleanse his bowels,

- then I...
- I-I see.

Very good, sir.

He didn't bolt the door.

Should I make a run for it?

No, thee wouldn't get far.

Fear not.

I will insist that
thee has signs of smallpox

and will subsequently
escort thee to the quarantine

at the edge of camp,

where I think thee might die

as a result of thine illness, sadly.

And I'll be sorry to see thee go.

A fine physician you are.

Oh, well, one less mouth to feed.

I do hope I'll see you again
on the other side of all this.

So do I...

God willing.

Henri-Christian.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

Ah, who's your wee friend?

My petite grenouille, Pierre.

Papa says there's only room
for one frog in the house.

So I'm building him a new home
fit for a king.

Though Papa says
we don't like those either.

And is your papa home?

He is indeed.

And I have something for you.

It seems to have made its way here

from your comrades in arms.

Oh.

This letter is from Francis Marion.

He still has reservations about Jamie.

But after your actions in battle,

none whatsoever about you.

Then he'll help you?

Says he still needs a few days
to arrange it, but...

he'll get us the guns we need.

All right, sweetheart.

Bold of you to return, I must admit.

I do not feel bold.

I feel afraid.

Why?

Because I must beg that thee
allow Ian to see Wahionhaweh.

He must.

And you are afraid of this because...

you do not trust him.

I cannot say whether it is him
I do not trust or myself.

But that is what I shall find out.

I have burned with a jealousy

I did not know I was capable of.

But I do not wish to be consumed by it.

I'll admit...

I fear Ian's love for Wahionhaweh

and hers for him.

If we were both standing before him now

and each of us in peril...

whose aid would he come to first?

But I cannot prevent him
from seeing her...

and, more importantly...

his son by her.

They have a son together?

No one else knows.

And I know Ian wishes
to keep it that way

for Wahionhaweh's sake.

Now thee can see why
we have traveled so very far.

How can I stand
between him and his child?

I risk losing Ian perhaps...

but it is a risk I must take

if I am to stay true to myself

and the woman he fell in love with.

I will revoke the letter of banishment.

But the contracts
I made with you, gentlemen,

- as tenants remain void.
- What?

From here on, I will address your wives.

Kindly step forward, please, ladies.

Your husbands

will swear their fealty to me

and turn in their weapons, all of them.

How will we hunt?

Where will we get our meat?

As I told you, Mr. Crombie,

the Beardsleys will take charge
of the trading post.

Your wives can purchase meat from them.

But...

No one is forcing you to stay here.

'Tis true.

Please, Mr. Fraser,

continue with what you were saying.

I willna have men on my land
that may plot against me.

But I will write new contracts
between myself

and each of you ladies

for the tenancy of the land.

Mind, this means each of you
are responsible for the rents

and other terms of the contract.

And if you want to accept

your husbands' advice and help,

all well and good.

But the land is yours, not his.

And if he proves false
either to you or to me,

he will answer for it to me,

even unto death.

We agree, Mr. Fraser,

and accept your terms.

Thank ye.

For yer kind forbearance,
we are so very grateful.

Thank ye.

You did the right thing.

Hope so.

I'm likely nurturing a brood o' vipers,

but it does lighten
the weight on my heart.

Good.

And now you know
that the women will be watching

their husbands like hawks.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they shall obtain mercy.

- So they say.
- Mm.

I'm glad to hear
you're so filled with charity.

I hope you have not exhausted
your store for the day.

Evidently, I have
an endless store of it.

So...

what is it you want?

Charles can no longer remain here

without supporters

and at your mercy.

I must ask that you let me
take him home.

He's my prisoner.

And he is my son.

Forgive me, Mrs. Cunningham,
but you're an old woman.

What if something should happen?

What if you should die on the way to...

wherever it is you want to take him?

I will leave that to God.

My trust in Him is considerable.

Where is it you plan on taking him?

I want to take him home to England.

Charles is all I have left.

And if I am to spend
the final years of his life,

my life,

wiping his bottom
and changing his sheets,

then I'd like to do it
in a place that...

well...

that is at least known to me.

Please...

don't make me beg.

But if I have to, I will.

I would do anything for my child.

Wouldn't you?

White flowers.

For peace.

Thank you for this.

That must be her.

Is thee sure thee would
not prefer a moment alone

with Emily first?

I want you and the wee man both with me.

If you have everything you need,

we'll leave you to it.

Perhaps you do not know me anymore.

Am I a stranger to you?

A stranger I think I know.

This is?

Rachel, my wife,

and my wee son.

I am pleased to meet thee.

Ian has told me many
good things about thee,

thy daughter, and, of course...

thy beautiful son.

Health and happiness to you.

Do you still know me?

I am changed...

by sorrows.

Wahionhaweh, I'm so glad ye're alive.

And...

I'm sorry about Kaheroton.

He was a good man.

I wish there was something I could do.

There is something.

Anything.

Thayendanegea says the war
will be over soon,

but his wife's eyes say
he does not believe it.

And I had a terrible dream about it

more than once.

But I prayed.

I prayed, and now you are here.

In my dream...

our son is captured by soldiers.

They are cruel.

They beat him.

And they force him to fight
in battle, and he is killed.

Will you take him to live with you?

He will be safe by your side.

You can protect him from harm.

Take him home with us?

If your wife will have him at her fire.

Of course we'll take him
if thee is certain.

Where's the baby?

What is your name?

He hasna got a real name.

Call him Oggy
till his proper name comes.

This dog is yours, my brother.

One of the many grandsons of your wolf.

This is Rollo's grandson?

Do ye remember me?

I'm very glad to see ye.

Are you safe, lass?

- Yer wee girl?
- Yes.

It is only my precious boy
in this dream.

He will always be thy son,

but I'm honored that
he will be mine as well.

I'll certainly feed him
at my hearth all he wants ever.

I will love him as my own.

So...

you named my son for me.

Let me do the same for yours.

His name is Hunter.

You must be led by the Spirit.

That name is meaningful to me
in more ways than one.

I love you, always.

I love thee, too, forever.

In spite of everything?

If I'm going to spend
the rest of my life with thee,

I have to believe that thee loves me

as much as I love thee and our children.

In another lifetime, perhaps,

you and I might have been great friends.

But as it is, I must say farewell.

Keep your friends close
and your enemies closer.

How very wise.

I can't help but ask...

which was I?

I counted you as a friend, Elspeth.

Goodbye, Claire.

Doesna mean our troubles
have gone away, Sassenach.

Cunningham may be gone,
but Major Ferguson is not.

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