All language subtitles for Outlander.S04E01.WEB.H264-MEMENTO

Previously...

If it wasn't for Mac Dubh,

I wouldn't be setting foot
in that bucket of shite.

Jamie.

Ian!

What do you do with the boys?

Oh, I have my way with them.

Virgins have
such power inside.

We have a responsibility
to change history.

No!

It's God's will.

We must return to the ship now.
Make ready to sail.

Claire!

You must be from the ship,
or what's left of it.

Any survivors?

Aye, four miles south of here.

You're on the mainland.

America.

For centuries humans
have held an endless

fascination with circles,
attributing meaning

where they are found.

From the eternal
rotation of the planets

around the sun to the movement
of clock hands,

to a simple wedding band.

And I more than most
know full well just how

a circle can affect
one's life.

Or death.

Ripley!

Would you allow me a moment
to bid farewell to my friend?

Hayes.

When they set you free
near the gallows,

Fergus will create a stramash.

Lesley and I will
see to the watchmen,

and then you run as though the
devil himself is chasing you.

Ye're aff yer heid, Mac Dubh.

Do you intend
to be hanged as well?

I canna let ye die.

You came on this
journey to aid us.

Aye.

And I dinna regret it.

I shoulda listened to ye,
Mac Dubh.

I shouldna lain
with that woman.

Men do things drunk they
wouldna when clear-headed.

I didna ken she was marrit
till the husband came upon me

with a pitchfork.

Kicked him down the stairs
only to save my own neck.

Now it's with my neck
that I'll pay.

There's two things
ye might grant me.

Anything.

First, whisky.

With any luck...

I'll hardly notice
when the rope tightens.

A whisky's hard to
come by hearabouts,

but I do have a wee bit
of rum.

I can always
count on ye.

To my soul.

How about a drop
for my soul as well?

To all our souls.

Sláinte.

Sláinte.

What was your second request?

I'd like the last face I look
upon to be that of a friend.

Smiling at me.

You have my word.

When they release Hayes,
do nothing.

You have another plan, Milord?

No.

This is the way
Hayes wants it.

It had been four
months since we arrived

in America.

We'd been making our way up
the coast when our friend,

Gavin Hayes, killed a man
and was sentenced to death.

Jamie tried everything
he could to save Hayes,

but the magistrate
wouldn't listen.

Stop.

Keep it going.

Move.

The said Gavin Hayes
feloniously and willfully

did kill and murder against
his Majesty's peace,

his crown, and dignity.

Next.

No, no!
Stupid guards!

You let him die!
Hayes!

It's... It's no right!
They canna take him from me!

I'm sorry! Hayes!

Move it, boy.
Out of the way.

He's getting away!

Halt or I'll fire!

Quickly, after him!

I spoke with
the harbormaster.

The Campagniasets sail
for home in three weeks,

allowing us time to visit
my Aunt Jocasta at River Run.

Fergus?

Did you speak
with a minister?

Thieving wretch.

He will not have
a convicted felon

in his graveyard.

Not without a good deal
of recompense for his sins.

An immoral wretch as well.
He's willing to take a bribe.

Did ye bring Hayes?

Aye.
He's in our wagon.

We could bury him in the wood.

No.

No, Gavin wouldna care
for being alone in the woods.

He was mortally
scairt of spirits.

D'ye recall, Mac Dubh,
at Ardsmuir,

how he told us of the
tannasghe encountered?

We'll not lay him
in unconsecrated ground.

We'll lay him to rest tonight
in the company of other souls.

It's a good idea.

I'm very tired.

Might I take her up
to her room to rest?

Aye.

Aye, we'll manage without ye.

A man such as Hayes should
ne'er have met wi' such an end.

Without so much as
a proper lament sung for him.

Well, he shall have a caithris.

And so we were off
to bury our friend.

Sadly Hayes would never
return home to Scotland.

And the only way the rest
of us would make it back

was to sell a gem stone
we salvaged from the wreck

of theArtemis.

The Lillington's dinner
certainly seems promising.

And perhaps we'll be able to find
a buyer for the gem stones there.

Aye, the gems will
fetch a bonny price.

Here'll do, lads.

Lesley,
stay here with Claire.

Watch over Hayes.

Ian and I will find
a good place.

Won't you need a headstone?

Surely they'll notice
a newly-dug grave.

Aye, they might.

I shouldna think the minister
would trouble himself

to dig him up for nothing.

What do you do
with the boys?

I have my
way with them.

All right, lad?

I have my way
with them.

Ian.

What's the matter?

And after that...

The Bakra.

I've no use for them.

Ian, Ian!

Ian.

Ian, what is it?

I didna want
to summon the memories.

But the grave...

It reminds me.

Some ghosts can only be
banished by speaking their name

and foul deeds aloud.

I... I, too, had a festering
pain inside.

Until I shared it
with your Aunt Claire.

When I was taken to the woman
ye called Geillis...

She was naked...

In a basin of blood.

She talked about
bedding virgins.

As plain as though she asked
me whether I had parritch

for breakfast.

I spoke true and I told
her I wasna chaste.

That answer was not
to her liking.

She needed someone chaste
for her purposes.

She took my hand,
and upon my life,

she made me come
to bed and lie down.

She made me do things.

Unspeakable things.

Have you ever lain wi' someone
when ye didna want to do it?

I have.

Then ye understand
how it can be?

How you can do it
without wishing to,

detesting it.

And all the while it feels...

Pleasing?

Well, lad...

What it comes down to...

What it comes down to is that
your cock doesn't have

a conscience, but you have.

It's not your fault, lad.

Ye did what ye must
and survived.

That's all that matters.

Well, that hole
is deep enough.

So...

Let's bring Hayes
along then, huh?

Lesley,
let's get on with it.

Gathering, I can't,
what another fellow needs.

Life without him
doesna seem right.

Ifrinn an Diabhail!
A Dhia, thoir cobhair!

Christ alive!
Where did it come from?

From Hell.
May it return there at once!

Not from Hell.
From the gallows.

My apologies
for frightening ye.

Come.

All right, all right.

How long were you in the wagon?

Since... Since midovernoon.

I crawled up there
once the frog loaded up

poor old Hayes.

I was keeping him company,
hopin' that you'd be leaving

town and takin' me with you.

Stephen Bonnet, sir.

Mr. Bonnet.

Mmm.

For what crime
were you condemned?

Thieving, smuggling,
piracy.

And how many men have you killed
in commission of your crimes,

Mr. Bonnet?

None that were not tryin'
to kill me first.

Same as your friend.

All right.

You can go.

I'll not hinder ye.

Might I trouble you
for conveyance?

There'll be watchmen
and soldiers out on the road

tonight hunting me.

You could take me safely past
them to a creek with an outlet

down to the sea.

From there you'll
be on your way,

free of the taint
of my company.

I won't
bother you again.

You have my word.

I'm begging you, sir.

In the name of Gavin Hayes.

He said you'd never turn
your back on a friend.

For a friend of Gavin?

All right.

We'll take ye.

Great.

I'll go with you.

Husband and wife will
seem less suspicious.

Fine.

First, we lay Hayes to rest.

After we're done, you two
take the horses

return to the tavern.

We'll deliver Mr. Bonnet
to safety.

Thank you.

I'd only ask one more thing.

Well, that you allow me
to help bury a friend.

Halt.
Make yourselves known.

James Fraser and my wife,
Claire Fraser.

What is it that brings you
out so perilously late?

A family matter.

What have you in the wagon?

Nothing of worth.

What little we have
for our own provision.

A cut of venison,
sack of oats.

And a body.

A what?

A corpse.

One of the men what was
hanged this afternoon.

We're taking him for a proper
burial with his kinsman.

Have a look, Griswold.

Yes, sir.
It's a body.

Wrapped in a shroud.

Take your bayonet
and make sure it's good

and dead inside there.

That's sacrilegious,
Sergeant.

Would you defile a body, sir?

Get on with it.

Stab it in the leg, Griswold,
to be sure.

Yeah, not a twitch.
Dead as a doornail.

Be on your way, then,
Mr. Fraser.

Whoa.

Are you wounded, Mr. Bonnet?

Um...

Danu the luck giver
was with me.

I think the venison bore
the brunt of it.

Huh.

They pinked me in the thigh
a bit, though.

Well, let my wife tend
to your leg.

She's a healer.

Here, let me look.

It's not bad.

Two wedding bands
you wear.

I've been married twice.

Oh, two lucky men, then.

And you've never parted with
the ring from the first?

No.

I never married.

But I've always been
partial to rings.

The watchmen dispossessed
me of mine.

There's something about the
notion of an infinite circle

that fascinates me.

Ah.

The hangman's noose
is a circle

you'd do well to avoid
in the future.

It's not the noose
I fear, madam.

No?

Since I was a lad,
I've been plagued by...

nightmares

of drowning
over and over again.

You'd think I'd foresee it
and waken.

But I never do.

Not till the water's
over my head.

I know it'll be
the death of me.

Gray waters,
dark with mud,

things swimmin' blindly in it.

Waiting for the sea
to have her way with me.

That they might do the same
when she's done.

Well, nightmares
can't harm you.

Ah, no.

It's the sea
herself pullin' at me.

Have you ever felt
the sea pullin' at you?

I almost drowned once.

In a storm at sea.

Then you know what I speak of.

Where will you go from here,
Mr. Bonnet?

Oh, some of my associates
intended to weigh anchor

in a nearby tributary
before the weather turns.

I pray I'm not too late.

Aye, why is it I get a feeling
'tis pirates that ye speak of?

Ah...

Well certainly the governors of
the Carolinas would call them so.

The merchants of Wilmington
would regard them otherwise.

No doubt you'll be, uh,
seeking some reward

for your assistance?

That can be settled.

I saved ye for Hayes' sake.

I'll no seek reward
for such service.

Well, thank you, sir.

You truly are
a rare gentleman indeed.

I might advise you to be wary.

Travelers in these woods,
they're... they're often set upon

by thieves and outlaws.

We will.

Thank you.

I must bid you now adieu.

I hope your good luck
continues, Mr. Bonnet.

Oh,

I found that a man most
often makes his own luck.

I fear we may rouse
suspicion if we pass by

the redcoats so soon.

Hate to deprive you
of a warm bed,

but we'll have to stay
in the woods tonight.

I don't mind.

Nor do I.

Let's find a safe
place to camp.

It's been such
a terrible day.

I feel so lucky
to be here with you.

It isn't wrong to be alive,
Sassenach.

You're right.

We have to treasure
these moments.

Aye.

You and I ken better than most

how fleeting life can be.

Hmm.

Still,

can't help but feel sometimes
that all of this

could be ripped away
at any moment.

It doesn't matter, Sassenach.
Hmm?

Don't you see how small a thing
death is between is?

After you left me,

after Culloden,

I was dead.

Yet all that time I loved you.

I loved you too.

I never stopped.

When my body dies,
my soul will still be yours.

Nothing is lost, Sassenach.

Only changed.

That's the first law
of thermodynamics.

No.

No.

That's faith.

I don't care what it is.

I want to feel alive
with you right now.

Do you know what lies
beyond those trees?

Aye.

More trees.

Yes, a lot more.

They stretch all the way
past a mighty river

named the Mississippi.

The Great Plains.

This is just the start of what
America will become.

Eventually it will reach all
the way to the Pacific Ocean.

North Carolina will just
be one of 50 states.

Hmm.

All filled with Scots.

Oh, there will be lots
of different people here

from countries
all over the world.

And all hoping to live what will
be called the American Dream.

Is that the same as our dream?

I suppose it is.

Hmm.

A chance to live in a place
where the only limitations

are a person's own abilities.

And the will to succeed.

That's the dream.

Oh, they'll come here
in their thousands.

And then millions.

What about those already here?

The natives.

What becomes of them?

Well...

They are driven from
their ancestral lands.

Killed.

Or forced to live
in reservations.

It's not unlike what the
English did to the Highlanders.

A dream for some

can be a nightmare
for others.

I suggested to Jamie
we try and sell the ruby.

As we got ready for the
Lillington dinner that night,

our hopes were high
that we'd find a buyer.

It's not too much mutton
dressed as lamb, is it?

Never.

Only thing missing...

is a wee bit of jewelry.

Took it to the goldsmith.

Used some of our coin
to fashion this mount.

Only had time for any
but the simplest design.

- No, simple is best.
- Mmm.

Heard Governor Tryon
will be in attendance,

along with a Baron Penzler.

It's said the Baron's love of
money is accompanied by a love

of the fine objects
that come with it.

Hmm, well, let's hope
he's a fondness for rubies.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Might I request the pleasure
of your company for dinner?

Madam?

You may.

Governor,

Mrs. Lillington and I
are so pleased...

Four shillings
poll tax...

And four pence per
gallon rum duty.

Will it never end?

That's the very
least of it, Stanhope.

It's the never-ending expenses
incurred in dividing our land

from that of the Cherokee
savages which worries me.

- Yes, that's a good question.
- All from our taxes.

It beggars belief,
does it not, Mistress Fraser?

Mmm, though I doubt many women
will be familiar with

such provincial matters.

Well, on the contrary,
Lord Penzler.

I'm sure the very thought
of inequitable taxes

brings out the savage
in all of us.

I'm particularly savage when
it comes to taxes that bear

disproportionately on the poor.

Yes, that's very good.
The savage in all of us.

Yes, indeed.

You must try not to be
so amusing, Mistress Fraser.

It may be the death
of poor Stanhope.

Is... Is this the... the style
in Edinburgh, Mistress Fraser?

How... How charming.

Such a beautiful stone.

You will permit me
to look more closely?

Certainly.

It's a good question.

Thank you.

Beautiful.

Sehr, sehr schon.

And without flaw.

The Governor and I have heard
that you are the nephew

of the widow Cameron
of River Run.

Have we been informed
correctly, Mr. Fraser?

Aye, uh, Jocasta Cameron
is my late mother's sister.

Either of you acquainted
with her?

Yes, um, I've been acquainted
with Mistress Cameron

for many years.
A most charming woman.

Are you familiar with her
estate, Your Excellency?

Mmm, my wife and I passed
several days at Cross Creek

last year during our tour
of North Carolina.

River Run, I believe, is
situated on the Cape Fear River

at the foot of the mountains.

Aye.

You know, my family
are Highlanders.

Mountains are like home to us.

Well, the Blue Ridge mountains
are some of the most majestic

you'll see anywhere,
Mr. Fraser.

Hmm, I intend on seeing them
when I visit my aunt

before returning to Scotland.

Hmm.

Would you, um, join me
after dinner for a pipe

and some brandy?

I have a case
imported from France.

There's a matter I wish
to put before you.

Mr. Lillington tells me
you've been both a farmer

and a soldier and are newly
arrived to the Colonies.

Are you familiar with
conditions here?

To which conditions
might you refer, sir?

North Carolina... though not as
prosperous as its neighbors...

still offers wealth
and prosperity for those

willing to persevere
and work the land.

The Crown encourages settlement
by industrious,

God-fearing families.

His Majesty is wise to
encourage settlement of lands

so rich in opportunity,
Your Excellency.

To this end, there is established
a system of land grants

whereby large acreage
may be given to men who would

undertake to persuade numbers
of emigrants to come and settle

on part of it
under their sponsorship.

I did hear mention
of such grants, yet...

Yet is it not true they come
here steep quitrent per acre

that must be paid in coin?

That is true.

But in frankness, Mr. Fraser,

there is the law,

and there is what is done.

It may be possible to dispense
with the requirements

of quitrents
while one acquires settlers.

Provided, of course,
one swears an oath of loyalty

to his Majesty the King,
if not already done so.

And so not wishing to remind
you of any past indignity,

- it is my duty to ask...
- And mine to answer.

I'm a pardoned Jacobite.

I've sworn the oath.

Like so many others
that paid that price

to keep their lives.

It's late, Your Excellency.

I must beg to take
my leave of you.

Well, good night, Mr. Fraser.

Um, do consider my offer.

Mmm.

100 pounds sterling.

For a single ruby,
all thanks to you.

The Baron nearly dropped his
eyeballs into your bosom,

the filthy lecher.

Had a right mind
to challenge him over it.

Discretion is the better
part of valor.

I've yet to meet a Scot
who seemed to think so.

Hmm.

Eh, be that as it may,
the Baron's eye for fine

gemstones means we've enough
money to secure passage

to Scotland many times over.

With what's left over,
I can... I can purchase

a printing press.

You can practice
your healing.

Ah, do not fuss, Sassenach.

It'll be fine.

John Grey used his influence
to withdraw the warrant.

I'm no longer a wanted man.

- It's not that.
- You're a terrible liar.

No, it's nothing.

Ah, thinking so loudly,
I can hear ye from here.

Well, I was thinking about the
offer the Governor made to you.

Ah.

I was thinking
on the matter myself.

And?

Eh.

Oh, he's... he's no offering
me land

for the sake
of my bonny blue eyes.

Bees that have honey in their
mouth have a sting

in their tail.

Ask yourself this.

Why me?

An outsider
with few ties

and no known loyalties.

Except to the man
that's offering you a large

- tract of land.
- Hmm.

The man's a soldier.
A man of strategy.

He kens me as one.

And I understand he's had
trouble with the Regulators

a year past.

Who are the Regulators?

They're men from
the wilderness.

They've taken offense at what
they believe is illegal

behavior on the part
of Tryon's tax collectors.

So they've taken matters
into their own hands.

They called meetings,
drawn up petitions,

stirred up a spirit
of resistance.

The Governor's clearly worried.

So if things heat up,
he wants to buy the loyalty

and obligation
of an experienced soldier

for the cost of a few acres
of the King's land.

Hmm, he's much sneakier
than I thought.

He's practically Scottish.

No.

Oh, Jamie, you have to remember

there's going to be another war

in eight years.

The American Revolution.

If you accepted the Governor's
offer of the land,

he'd expect you to fight
for the Crown

against the revolutionaries.

You know, I've fought in wars
before, Sassenach.

Yes, but unlike Culloden,
this one the British will lose.

We would be on the wrong
side of history again.

We would be
branded as loyalists,

and the land the Governor
has offered you

would be taken from us.

Hm.

This... This becomes Brianna's
country, does it not?

Yes, she was born here.

I dinna wish to fight in
wars again or... or have you

in danger, Sassenach,
but...

If there's a bit I can do
to make this a good land

for Brianna,
if my presence here now

can be felt by her later,
then...

Then that would be something.

Yes, it would.

Ian?
Ian, where have you been?

And what's this beast
you have with you?

Isn't he a handsome dog, Uncle?

Don't think that's a dog, Ian.

More like
a bloody wolf.

Broader through the head
and chest than a wolf.

He's a fine creature.
Where'd you get him?

I won him.

Lucky roll of the dice.

So I called him Rollo.

Ye were dicin'?

Aye, with sailors.

But he's not
the only thing I won.

Christ, ya shouldna stake yer
life gambling with sailors.

But you're always at it,
Uncle.

Every tavern we've
seen fit to rest,

you've wagered our coin.

That's cards, not dice.

And I ken what I'm doing.

Well, I won, did I no?

We have need of the money
for the journey home.

Aye, well, if your mother
hears of this...

I won't do it again.
Promise.

You're right,
you won't.

And you won't need to.

We've plenty of money now.

We found a buyer
for the ruby last night.

Well, that's some good news,
Auntie.

Aye, well, bring your mongrel
and we'll go inside.

We'll have some food.

Then there's some things
we need to talk about.

Come on, Rollo.

S-Staying in America?

Aye.

Aye, Claire and I have decided
to try and make a life here.

That's a fine idea.

- We could stay...
- Not we, lad.

Ye'll still be on
a ship bound for Scotland.

Oh, please, Uncle.

I'll no be a worry to ye.

Truly, I swear it.

I'll work
to earn my bread.

I've a talent for selling.

Fergus will tell ye.

Ye ken I would like nothing
more than to have ye with me,

but in what God's name
would your mother say?

I dinna ken.

But she'll be saying it
in Scotland, won't she?

She kens I'm safe with ye.

Ye wrote to her
back in Georgia.

I canna say that particular bit
of knowledge will be

over-comforting to her, Ian.

Your parents dinna want
a vagrant's life for you, lad.

They want you to grow to be a
man of learning and influence.

A man of worth.

You'll amount to something
for yer mother's sake.

If it kills us both.

Yer life's no meant
to be wasted.

Where will you settle?

We don't know yet.

We thought we would work that
out when we're visiting

- River Run.
- Mmm.

Fergus, I want ye to have
a portion of the profit

from the ruby.

It will pay for ye and Marsali
to return to Scotland,

if that's what you choose.

And there's a bit
for Marsali to take

home to her mother.

For the alimony
I promised.

There's enough for you
as well, Lesley.

I appreciate it, Mac Dubh.

But I'd have ye keep your coin
if I may travel with ye

a bit longer.

This is a wild country, and...

my place is at your side.

Aye, ye may.

We would like to stay
in North Carolina

as well, Milord.

Marsali would not be
well-suited to a long journey.

She is with child.

What?

Well, it certainly
is a happy surprise.

Aye, was a surprise
to us as well.

Of course we are delighted.

May God bless you both.

For now Marsali and I
will stay in Wilmington.

It's a wee bit bigger
than Broch Mordha.

I hope to find work
as a seamstress,

while Fergus seeks
employment himself.

Aye, he'll
do fine, Marsali.

And you... you'll make
a fine father.

Thank you, Milord.

Uh, Campagnialeaves
in under a fortnight.

You two will accompany us
to River Run until then.

Oh, congratulations.
Great news.

Thanks.

So what is your
Aunt Jocasta like?

She's a MacKenzie.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

She's my
mother's sister.

And I haven't seen her
since I was a wee lad.

She wed a John Cameron
and left Leoch

before my parents married.

She's never visited Lallybroch?

Aye, once or twice.

Then John died of a flux so she
wed his cousin, Hugh Cameron.

Well, he was killed hunting.

So, then she wed
Hector Cameron.

Well, she seems to have quite
the taste for Camerons.

Is there something special
about them as a clan?

Outside from being
accident-prone.

Ah, well, they have a way
wi' words.

Camerons are poets
and jesters.

So which is Hector?
A poet or a jester?

Neither.

He's dead now too.

So how did they come
to be in North Carolina?

Well, after the Rising,
he and Jocasta fled Scotland

and came here.

He was granted land,
built a house and a saw mill,

planted tobacco.

And then he died of a morbid
sore throat a year past.

Well, I hope the messenger
arrives with your letter

before we do.

He'd arrive before we do
if he crawled on his

hands and knees.

Well, keep going, lad.

I expect ye'll have us
in River Run before nightfall.

Poor man deserves a rest.

Shouldn't have elderly slaves
on their feet all day.

Needn't worry
yourself, madam.

He earns a fair wage
for his work.

Isn't that right, Eutroclus?

Yes, I do, captain.

You mean to say
that you're free?

Yes, madam.

He used
to be my slave.

Till one day I fell asleep
with the lamp still burning.

The cabin caught fire

and Troklus
pulled me out in time.

After that, petitioned a court
for his release on the grounds

of meritorious service and offered
a surety for his freedom.

Been working
for me ever since.

Best waterman on the river.

You must be grateful
every day

for what he's done for you.

Keep your eye
up river.

You'll want to steer
around any logs.

All right, lad.
It's your turn at the pole.

This is harder
than it looks.

The current is
stronger than I imagined.

Will you join me,
Sassenach?

Of course.

Well, what's this?

A present.

Open it.

Do ye like it?

Oh, Jamie.

It's wonderful.

Where did you find it?

I saw the box when I...

when I went to the goldsmith
to have the ruby set.

Oh, my God.

It's a microscope.

Aye.

And perhaps one day I'll
deck ye in laces and jewels.

I havena been able
to give ye much ever,

save for this wee ring.

And my mother's pearls.

You've given me so much more.

Brianna, for one.

I gave the pearls to her.

They're an heirloom,
after all.

And this ring is all I need.

24 years ago I married ye,
Sassenach.

I hope I haven't ever given
you cause to regret it.

Not for a single day.

Mr. and Mrs. Fraser,
pleasure to see you again.

Stephen.

We've got to go.
Come on.

Ian!

Get out of here!

And you know when I was
in school we used to sing

it something like this.
Listen here.