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Previously...

I've been
agonizing over to whom

I shall leave
my beloved River Run.

I've decided to name
my nephew Jamie

as my heir.

I can't own slaves, Jamie.

There is another way
to become a landowner.

We could reconsider
Governor Tryon's offer.

We wouldna have to own slaves.

Live on our own terms.

My friend
John Quincy Myers is visiting.

What are they like...
The Indians?

Some can be friendly.

Some you'd do well
to steer clear of.

Roger,
what are you doing in town?

I found him.
You can go to Jamie.

Brianna needs someone
to talk to,

and you're the only one
who understands.

- He's a good one.
- I know.

♪ 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 ♪

*OUTLANDER*
Season 04 Episode 03

*OUTLANDER*
Episode Title: "The False Bride"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

- Well, ho.
- Hey.

Since when do ye stop playing
when ye see me?

Ah, just messing around.

- It was lovely.
- Thank you.

Well...

congratulations
on your new home.

Salt, for life's tears.
May they always be happy ones.

May ye have
flavor in your life.

You'll need a toast,
of course.

Let's crack it open.

Uh, hey, it'll do
among friends, eh?

Mmm.

May the roof above
never fall in,

and may we below
never fall out.

Here's to honest men
and bonnie lasses.

Well...

I better get going.

Roger's headed to America
for a Scottish festival.

Ye're leaving Scotland to go
to a Scottish festival?

I was invited to play.

- And?
- And...

Roger's courting a lass
in America.

She's studying engineering

at MIT in Boston.

Ernie, be a dear

and... let the removal men know
where to place the furniture.

- I'll see Roger off.
- Good-bye, Roger.

- Bye.
- Good luck.

Thank you.

Well...

When is the last time
you saw Brianna?

She visited me at Oxford
during our summer break,

and we spent Christmas
together again in Boston,

but... it's been a while.

We write and have
the occasional telephone call,

but, uh...

well, with my teaching
and her studies...

Ye have to tell her.

Tell her what?

I may not read tea leaves
like my grannie...

But I can see
ye're in love with her.

- Uh...
- Now go get her.

Thanks, Fi.
I'll see you.

I suppose
there's no changing yer mind.

Aye.

We must leave.

I wanted so badly
for ye to stay.

I thought perhaps,
in time,

ye would begin
to love River Run as I do

and accept the ways
that are different here.

I'm sorry, Auntie.

I'll only be master
to my own soul.

Where will ye go, Nephew?

Well, we'll keep to the plan we had.
Before we arrived...

Take Ian back to Wilmington.

He'll board
a ship home, and...

and we'll travel west
toward the mountains.

I heard there's a-a town

with a great number
of Scottish settlers there.

Aye.
Woolam's Creek.

Claire can practice
her healing.

I can find work as a printer.

Printer.

Now...

And I'll return this.

- Ye may keep it.
- No.

I insist.

I'll no accept
what I didna earn.

Dinna let yer pride
stand in the way

of your family's security.

Ulysses will ready
some horses for you

and a wagon
to carry provisions.

That will get ye
where ye're going.

And he will provide ye
with a rifle

and some pistols as well.

I'm grateful.

And one last thing...

These were yer mother's.

I ken she would
want ye to have them.

I'll treasure them.

No good comes grieving over
what is already lost,

but... what I wouldna give
to look upon yer face

just once.

I already told ye no.

I made a promise to yer parents
to see you home safe.

Ye belong wi' them.

'Twas a promise you
shouldna have made.

I didna belong to anyone.

Ye're too young
to be on yer own.

I'll not be on my own.

I'll be with you
and Auntie Claire.

Ye're going home.

Do you not recall that
ye sailed to France

when ye were younger
than I am now?

By the time ye were my age,
ye were fighting a war.

It... may have been a war,

but the country was civilized.

There are savages here
and dangers we dinna yet ken.

"Dangers we dinna yet ken"?
And what of those I do ken...

The dangers
I've already faced?

I've been set upon
by pirates twice,

kidnapped,
thrown into a pit,

sailed through a hurricane.

Before we came here,

I saw things
through the eyes of a boy.

But the things I've seen
have changed me.

I'm no the same lad
ye kent in Scotland.

I'm a man,

free to call the place
I choose home.

I'll not stand in yer way
any longer.

I'll write yer
mother and father.

Hey, a man writes
his own letter.

Word of my decision to stay
in America will come from me.

Go write yer letter, then.

We leave today.

I've come to say good-bye.

What happened
last night...

I wish it had been different.

So do I.

I ken we're not of like mind,

but... I admire
a woman of conviction.

My blindness
doesna prevent me

from seeing how much
you love my nephew.

It doesn't prevent you
from much,

as far as I can tell.

Good-bye.

You're doing him
a great disservice, ye ken.

I beg your pardon?

You're his reason
he wouldna accept my offer.

You've a good deal
of influence on him,

and he's blinded
by his passion for you.

If you truly loved Jamie
as much as ye say ye do,

you'd want him to be
the man he was born to be,

to have the things
he lost in Scotland,

the chance to be a laird.

You haven't seen Jamie
since he was a boy,

and you've known us together
all of a few days.

You know nothing
about me or my husband.

I ken that my nephew's
no ordinary man.

To allow him
to squander his talents

behind a printer's counter...

It would be a dreadful shame.

Thank you again
for your hospitality.

Clarence is as strong
and friendly and...

And loud a mule
as ever God made.

I appreciate it, Ulysses.
He'll serve us well.

Ye'll find some oatcakes and
salted meat for the journey

among yer belongings,
Mistress Claire.

Thank you, Phaedre.

Uncle Jamie,
Auntie Claire,

this is John Quincy Myers.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm told it's thanks to you
we'll not be traveling

with a foul-smelling hound
amongst us.

- Indeed.
- What are you doing here?

Your Auntie Jocasta tells me

you're traveling west
to Woolam's Creek.

As it so happens,
I'm going that way myself.

I'd be happy to guide you
into the Blue Ridge.

That would be most useful.
Thank you, Mr. Myers.

Your nephew bids you
farewell, Mistress.

Hi.

Hi.

Uh...

- It's good to see you.
- You too.

- How was your flight?
- Ah.

Bumpy.

I mean,
hopefully your car

handles turbulence
better than that airplane.

I guess we'll find out.
North Carolina, here we come.

♪ Friends,
inquisitive friends ♪

♪ Are asking me,
what's come over me? ♪

♪ A change ♪

♪ There's been a change ♪

♪ And it's,
oh, so plain to see ♪

These are
the best chips I've ever had.

Um, you're in America.
Call them French fries.

Of course, aye,

'cause that makes
perfect sense.

I can take another shift
if you want.

Oh, I don't mind.

I will have more of that
chocolate malt, though.

Mm.

Mm.

Mmm.

♪ What your love
has done for me ♪

All right, your turn.

A.

The minister's cat
is an androgynous cat.

The minister's cat is

an alagrugous cat.

Alagrugous...
Grim or woebegone.

All right.

The minister's cat
is a brindled cat.

The minister's cat
is a bonnie cat.

All right, that's a draw.

The minister's cat
is a coccydynious cat.

- A cat with a wide backside?
- No.

A cat that's
a pain in the ass.

All right, then...

The minister's cat
is a camstairy cat.

What?

You're pretty.

Even though you have
ketchup on your cheek.

"Pretty"?

You missed it.

- Here.
- I mean...

"dashing cat" would've made
sense for our game.

"Devilishly handsome cat"
would be a worthy term.

Shut up and kiss me.

Christ! You could've run me
right off the road, lass.

That mountain there...

the Scots of the region
gather there in the autumn

to trade
after the harvest's in.

I-I'm sure you'd find
yourselves at home there.

This area once belonged
to the Tuscarora,

but you won't see them anymore.

The land mostly belongs
to Cherokee now.

Cherokee are
great warriors, no?

They fight well
and fight with honor.

And they do what they must
to guard their lands

from whoever has a mind
to take 'em.

Dinna blame 'em.

It's justice for them.

Their way
of maintaining nvwadohiyadv,

harmony on Earth.

Ye speak Cherokee yourself,
Mr. Myers?

Oh, a bit.

Mr. Myers has spent time
with many an Indian woman.

Oh, I don't recall
as I put a number on it.

Cherokee women
choose who they marry

and, before that,
who they bed with.

I love this land.

I must part with you tomorrow
and make my way

to a trading house
some ways north of here.

I have tobacco
for the Indians,

and they'll have
deerskins for me.

Mr. Myers has been kind enough
to ask me to go with him.

Well, you have
nothing to fear.

The Indians
who come to trade

with the settlers
are very civil.

We'll take the wagon

and meet you
at Woolam's Creek.

How long have you lived
in these mountains, Mr. Myers?

You seem to know them well.

These mountains are
old friends to me.

And those who dwell around them
near enough so, too.

Not to worry, mistress,
the lad will be safe.

I promise you both.

Aye.

All right, just dinna
get yer heids scalped.

Uncle Jamie, thank you.

Go help him
with the horses, lad.

Come, Rollo.

And we'll be
at Woolam's Creek soon enough.

It's all right.

I rather enjoy being
under the stars.

Aye.

Are ye sure ye wouldna rather
go to a place ye're more...

familiar with?

Boston, say, or...

someplace
we can start anew?

Boston?

That would hardly
be starting anew...

Not for me at least.

I've already had
a life there.

And besides, it...

it'll be dangerous
there soon.

The tensions will be rising.

That's where
the Revolution starts.

I want us...

to make a home together...

a place that's ours.

Aye.

So she could have
her own choice of work?

Well, yes.

In my time, women had
more choices than ever.

Huh. And what was
Brianna's choice?

Before I left,
she hadn't made one yet.

You know, it's funny.

I've always known
what I wanted to be.

It was clear as far back
as I can remember.

Ye were born to be
a healer, then.

I suppose I was.

To be honest, I...

I worried that Brianna
couldn't find something

she was passionate about.

You know,
she'd try something and...

get bored and move on.

In this time,
you're more likely

to take up your family's work
and be thankful for that.

Well, she tried
studying history like Frank,

but then she gave that up.

She never wanted to be
a-a doctor like you?

No.

No, Frank and Brianna,
they...

well, they spent
more time together.

I suppose they had
a stronger bond.

I think that's why she chose
history in the first place.

She wanted to please him.

Dinna fash.
She'll find her way.

Ye're always telling me
how sharp-witted she is.

Yes, she is.

But there'll never be a day
I don't worry about her.

There's a storm coming.

We'll abide in a tavern
when we reach the town

until we have enough coin
to put a roof over our heads.

Or perhaps a quaint brothel.

Will ye hold that over me
forever, Sassenach?

Not forever.

Huh?

Huh.

- You love working with horses.
- Ye asking...

or purely making
an observation?

An observation.

And printing?

Canna say I loved it.

Was good at it.

Kept my mind agile and
my body in good strength, too.

Will it be enough
for you now?

I mean, you were
also a smuggler

and a seditionist.

A man should be settled
at my age, you know?

Besides...

I thought you said
ye wanted to live

in a town in the backcountry?

- Ye said we'd be safer.
- I did.

I just don't want you
making this decision

because you think
it's what I want.

There's a-a phrase

that becomes important
in America...

The "pursuit of happiness."

Ah.

Ye dinna think I can be happy
unless I'm a criminal?

I was an outlaw
when first we met...

and an outlaw
when you returned.

If it was only me,

I would live as one again.

And when I was auld,
I would lie under a tree

and let the wolves
gnaw at my bones,

but it's not just me.

It's you...

And Ian...

Fergus, Marsali.

You understand?

I would lay the world
at your feet, Claire...

but I have nothing to give you.

The storm's upon us.
We'll make camp here.

Shh, shh, shh.

Christ.

- Stupid mule.
- I'll go get him.

Claire, he'll no go far.

In that case,
he'll be easy to find.

Claire.

Registration
for the Calling of the Clans

can be found at booth five.

Daily dancing
lessons will take place

from noon till 3:00.

My mother always said

men in kilts
were irresistible.

She was right.

Well, you look lovely
yourself.

Smile for the camera.

Hey, look, cotton candy!

Don't forget
that the burning of the stag

will take place
tomorrow night.

I had no idea there were so
many Scots in North Carolina.

They said it was
settled by them

in the 18th century.

I hope it's not upsetting
for you being here.

No, no.

I just... it does make me think
of my mother.

I wonder if she ever
made it back,

found Jamie,
if she's happy.

I like to believe she did.

Scottish
shortbread is now available

for purchase
at the marketplace.

Hey, I've always wanted
to have my portrait done.

Ooh, that makes one of us.

So what clan?

I don't have a clan...
I mean, I guess I'm a Fraser.

But my boyfriend's a MacKenzie.

So then how about
a drawing of the two of you?

We've got a MacKenzie tartan
you can wear.

Yeah, sounds great.
Two MacKenzie tartans.

Come on, we don't have
a single picture

of us together.

Well, you better focus
on my good side.

The haggis-eating
contest will begin in 15 minutes...

In tent one.

Well, that looks like fun.

The cèilidh dance?
Aye, it's good fun.

It's a bit tricky, though.

"Try your hand and feet
at cèilidh dancing.

Live a long and happy life."

Or die trying.

- Let's do it.
- Aye.

Go.

You want to be next?

- Uh, sure.
- Well, you done it before?

Never, but he has.

He'll be
a good partner, then.

Grab his hand
and spin for 16 beats.

Like this.

- And...
- Like this.

Go.

Claire!

Claire!

Clarence!

Where are you?

Easy, boy, easy.

Damn it.

Where am I?

Now for something
a little different.

♪ I once loved a lass ♪

♪ I loved her sae weel ♪

♪ I hated all others ♪

♪ That spoke of her ill ♪

♪ But now
she's rewarded me well ♪

♪ For my love ♪

♪ For she's gone to be
wed to another ♪

♪ I saw my love ♪

♪ Sit down to dine ♪

♪ As I sat down beside her ♪

♪ I poured out her wine ♪

♪ And I drank to the lassie ♪

♪ That should have been mine ♪

♪ For now ♪

♪ She is wed to another ♪

♪ The men o' the forest ♪

♪ Ask it o' me ♪

♪ How many strawberries ♪

♪ Grow in the south sea? ♪

♪ And I answer them a' ♪

♪ With a tear in my e'e ♪

♪ How many ships sail ♪

♪ In the forest? ♪

♪ Mmm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Mmm-mm-mmm ♪

♪ Mmm, mmm ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

I still can't believe
what a great musician you are.

- Ah.
- What other talents

have you
been keeping from me?

I'll never tell.

Well...

Well, good night, Brianna.

Remember,
if you need anything,

my cabin's, like...
It's right here,

so...

Wait, I...
I bought you something

while you were
getting ready to perform.

"A Home from Home:

Scottish Settlers
in Colonial America."

Thank you.

I figured you already know
about the Scots in Scotland...

And your favorite beverage,

Mountain Moonshine.

How did you get that?
It's a dry county.

I asked around.

Shall we?

Maybe just a wee dram.

His eyes are following me.

I know.
It's creepy.

I'll have to put something over
his face before I go to bed.

He's pretty canty-looking

for a deer on the worst day
of his life.

You're half the deer
you used to be...

Christ.

Well, you're a sneaky one.

Wait.

What?
What's the matter?

I want this to be perfect.

It is perfect.

Come here.

- What's this?
- Open it.

"Je t'aime un peu,
beaucoup,

passionnément,
pas du tout."

"I love you a little,
a lot,

passionately, not at all"?

Ah, it's from
a French children's rhyme.

They recite it when
they're picking the petals

from a flower.

I mean, it was...
It was, uh...

It was just supposed to be
a present, but you're right.

This... this is perfect.

This whole weekend's
been perfect.

I want you, Brianna.

I cannot say it
more plainly than that.

I love you.

Will you marry me?

Roger, this is very fast.

Aye...

Aye, I mean, we can have

as long an engagement
as ye'd like.

I just... just I want...
I want you to say yes.

I want to give ye my name.

I want...
When the MacKenzies stand

at the Calling of the Clans
tomorrow...

For you to stand by my side,
knowing one day...

you'll be my wife.

I want to have
a home with you.

I want to have a home
big enough

for four or five
wee MacKenzies,

a couple of dogs...

Roger, Roger, stop.

I'm not ready for this.

All right, well...

Nae bother.

Roger...

What in God's name
are you playing at?

You said you wanted me.

I want you, too.
Don't you know that?

Oh, ye don't want to marry me,
but you'll fuck me?

You don't have to use
that language.

Oh, you can
suggest such a thing,

but I cannot say the word?

If all I wanted was
to have my way with you,

I would have had ye on your
back a dozen times last summer.

If you don't care enough
to marry me...

Then I don't care enough
to have ye in my bed.

- That makes no sense.
- Well, neither do you!

Roger, you can't
just spring a proposal on me.

I have school, an apartment.

I haven't even thought
about kids.

Well, then what d'ye mean
by making me such an offer...

A nice Catholic girl?

- I thought you were a virgin.
- I am.

What the hell does that
have to do with it?

Don't tell me
you haven't had girls.

- I know you have.
- Aye, I have.

Then you're a hypocrite.

What, because I didn't
want to marry them?

No, because you'll have sex
with a woman,

but you'll only marry a virgin?

It's 1970.

No one I know is saving
themselves for marriage.

So I'm old-fashioned!
You're missing the point!

The point is...

The point is,
I didn't love them.

I love you, damn it.

But you don't love me.

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Jamie!

Claire?

Claire!

Claire?

Easy.

Easy now.

Claire!

Did this belong to you?

Jamie?

Jamie.

Jamie, thank Go...

Who are you?

What do you want?

Mind if I join you?

- Yeah, I didn't mean to...
- Look, I'm really...

I really hate
the way we left things.

Me too.

Have you changed your mind?

No.

I can't do this...

pretend everything's...

I don't even know what.

Look, I never said marriage
was out of the question.

That's enthusiastic.

My mother married
the man she loved,

but later found
her true soul mate.

So, what, you're waiting for
someone better to come along?

- Is that it?
- No.

- That is not what I'm saying.
- What are you saying?

That maybe I don't believe
in marriage at all.

Let the
Calling of the Clans begin.

Clan Stewart.

The Stewarts are here!

Clan Gordon.

The Gordons are here!

Clan Macdonald.

- Roger?
- Macdonalds are here.

Clan Craig.

Brianna,
I'll have you all...

or not at all.

The Craigs are here!

Clan Sutherland.

Here...

you should have this back.

The Sutherlands are here.

No, keep it.
It was a gift.

And Clan MacKenzie.

The MacKenzies are here!

Let's burn the stag!

Tulach Ard!

Claire?

Oh, Christ.

- Are you hurt?
- No.

I'm just so glad I found you.

Oh, ye're the one
that was lost, Sassenach.

I'm just glad you had
your wits to come back here.

Back here?

What do you mean?
I've never been here before.

What about those?

How did you get those?

They were here by the stream,
side by side.

I wondered
why you'd just gone off

in your stocking feet.

Did you see
anybody nearby...

or... or anything?

No.
No, just your horse.

And I had
a devil of a time

tracking you through
the woods in the storm.

And once it abated, I...

I followed
yer footprints here.

Me too.

I've never seen
this stream before.

And those are my boots,
but I...

I didn't walk here in them.

Then who did?

I saw an Indian...

or... well, a ghost
of an Indian.

A ghost?

I found this skull.
I think it's his.

I think he used my boots

to lead me...

Us... here.

Aye.

I suppose we should
be grateful

to whatever spirit
brought us back together.

Jamie, those things
you said yesterday

about having
nothing to give me...

Oh, dinna fash, Sassenach.

Ye had a harrowing night.
You should wash.

Get some rest, mm?

Oh, my God.

Jamie.

- What is it?
- Do you see this?

It's a silver filling...

Something that won't be
invented for another 100 years.

So he was...

He has to be someone like me,

someone who's traveled
through time.

Who were you?

- Jamie, look.
- Aye?

Strawberries.

I havena seen any
for a long time.

- Mmm.
- The emblem of the Fraser clan.

Mmm.

Harking back to
Monsieur Freselière.

- Hmm.
- Came across from France...

took hold of land
in the Scottish highlands.

Freselière?
Mister Strawberry?

Well, he grew them, did he?

Or was he just fond
of eating them?

This might be the most...

beautiful land I've ever seen.

It's hard
to take your eyes off it.

It's good land,
no doubt about it.

Now that,
meadow below would do

for a few animals, and...

and the land near the river
could be cleared for crops.

I know that look on your face,
Jamie Fraser.

You're in love.

A good man would choose
a safer path.

And we intended
to live in the town,

not here in the wilderness
wi' nothing.

But what it is

to feel the need of a place.

But we'd have to accept
Governor Tryon's offer

and deal with the Devil.

We both ken it.

For so long, I've...

I've dreamt
of you and I...

having a home together,
a place of our own.

Do ye trust me, Claire?

With my life.

And with your heart?

Always.

Then this
will be our home.

And we'll call it...

Fraser's Ridge.

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