All language subtitles for Outlander.S04E07.uk

CLAIRE: Previously...

ROGER: "It is with grief
that the news is received

of the deaths by fire of James
MacKenzie Fraser and his wife."

They received the land
in 1768.

So that means sometime in the
next 12 years, they die.

Hello, this is Roger Wakefield.

Um, may I speak
with Brianna Randall?

- GAYLE: She went to Scotland.
- To Scotland? Why?

- To visit her mother.
- How long ago?

GAYLE: Couple of weeks ago.

Thought you two would've
seen each other by now.

She asked me to wait a year
before sending it to you.

BRIANNA: Roger,
I found out something terrible

is going to happen
to my mother and Jamie.

If I didn't try
to go and help them,

I would never have
forgiven myself.

Good-bye, Roger.

WOMAN: ♪ 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

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

[ wind blowing ]

♪

♪

Oh.

[ grunts ]

[ wincing ]

♪

[ grunting ]

[ panting ]

[ yelps ]

♪

[ wincing ]

♪

♪

"Time is not a reality,

but a concept or a measure."

[ sighs ] So says
the Greek orator, Antiphon.

Well, for yer sake,

I hope that time travel
is a reality,

otherwise you'll have shaved
your beard for nothing.

D'ye have everything?

Aye.

Money, map, compass, knife...

Gemstone.

[ birds chirping softly ]

♪

[ wind whooshing ]

[ low buzzing ]

Do you hear that?

The stones dinna call to me.

♪

[ music escalates ]

♪♪

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

[ sighs ]

[ grunts ]

[ winces ]

♪

[ owl hooting ]

[ low bubbling ]

♪

[ grunts, panting ]

♪

[ panting, gasping ]

♪

[ door creaking ]

♪

[ whimpers ]

[ whispering ] Shh,
it's all right, sweetheart.

We are home now.

There we go.

♪

LAOGHAIRE: Lass?

Where am I?

Ye're in my home.

Ye were lying in the moss,
cold as ice.

We had no choice
but to bring ye home wi' us.

Here.

I've, uh, brought ye
some morsels to eat.

Thank you.

This is the best chicken
I've ever tasted.

[ laughs ]
If only.

Thank ye.
'Tis roasted pigeon.

It's not prepared this way
in...England.

Oh, ye've come from England?

You've an unusual accent.

And ye're all alone?

I'm, um,

I'm trying to reach Ayr Harbor.

My parents are in the Americas.

I'm going to meet them there.

Marsali's in North Carolina.

My eldest daughter.

She's marrit now.

- To a frog!
- [ laughs ]

Aye, he is at that,

but he's also the
father of my grandchild.

Ye're a fair way from
any harbor I know of, lass.

Were ye truly of a mind
to walk by yerself?

I, uh, was hoping to catch a
ride with someone on the road.

♪

I'm Laoghaire,

and this is
my daughter, Joanie.

[ soft laugh ]
Uh, Brianna.

Dinna fash, Brianna.

Ye may stay as long as ye need.

Have some rest now.

♪

IAN: A good evening
to you, Mistress.

I was expecting ye earlier.

Aye, I was detained.

Ye best have good news for me
tonight, Ian Murray.

I canna take much more of this.

I ken it's no what
you're expecting.

[ coins jingling ]

It's not half of what
he owes me.

IAN: I beg you to be
reasonable, Mistress.

You'll have your money as soon
as he's able to send it.

- He's an honorable man.
- LAOGHAIRE: Honorable?

Is it honorable
to commit bigamy, then?

Desert his wife and children?
[ overlapping speech ]

CLAIRE: It's my graduation
for God's sake, Frank.

You humiliated me in front
of my new colleagues.

FRANK:
Well, welcome to the club.

CLAIRE:
What the hell does that mean?

FRANK: Keep your voice down.
You'll wake Brianna.

CLAIRE: What does that mean?

FRANK: It means you're
not as good an actress

as you think you are, Claire.

CLAIRE: You knew how
important today was to me.

[ overlapping speech ]

LAOGHAIRE:
I've been living in drag,

eating nothing but scraps.

It's not right.
He promised more than this.

IAN: Mistress, he's doing
the best that he can.

If you'd only give him
a bit more time--

LAOGHAIRE:
I married him in good faith,

and he promised me payment
for the wrong he did to me--

running away with
that heathen

and leaving me here to rot.

IAN: Laoghaire,
you ken he's a man of his word.

If he had more,
he'd send more.

I'm tired of his excuses.
We canna eat excuses.

We're in need of the money.

[ floorboard creaks ]

Who's the lass?

[ sighs ]
A traveler I took in.

Pitiful sight she was--
cold and weary,

could barely stand
on her feet.

A-Apologies, lass.
I didna mean to awaken ye.

No, I'm sorry to interrupt.

An outlander?

Look, it's nae bother.

Ye need rest.
Have another lie down.

♪

[ floorboards creaking ]

[ sighs ] We dinna want
to see ye goin' without.

Take this for now.

Oh, no, no.
I'll no take a penny from you.

I want his money.

I still have my pride.

♪

[ door clicks, thuds ]

♪

Good morning.

LAOGHAIRE:
Oh, good morning to you, lass.

[ soft laugh ]
Keeps the garden lookin' neat.

Though if I'd kent I was
to have a visitor, I'd have...

I hope you'll forgive
the intrusion yesterday.

What?
No, it's me who's intruding.

BRIANNA:
You've been so kind.

You must have
thought me uncouth--

to be in my parlor,
arguin' with a man.

Is he your husband?

Oh, no.

No, a--a messenger only.

Comes bearin'
ill tidings each month...

[ sighs ]
Kin of my former husband.

Comes to remind that the money
I am owed wilna be paid.

Sorry.
That must be difficult.

Times are hard.
I wilna lie.

The dress fits you well.

Ye're nearly the same size
as my Marsali.

Och, wi' yer own garment
all in tatters

and not fit to keep ye warm--

something woolen'll
serve you much better

for yer voyage at sea.

Thank you.

I hope someone would
do the same fer my girls.

'Tis flattering indeed.
Is it no, Joanie?

Soon ye'll be grown enough
fer a dress such as this,

and leave me to get married,
no doubt.

Will ye help me
with the garden?

Now there's a thought.

I'll put on some stew.

Is it your father who
doesn't send the money?

My Da.

Aye.

I call him Da, but...

my own father left
when I was wee.

I dinna remember him.

Do you ever put flowers
in your hair?

[ laughing ]
No, not this time o' year.

Here.
I'll do it for you.

Such a beautiful color.

Like yours.

I'm told it's like my father's,

but I've never met him.

Ma says that men are louts.

- Do ye ken if he's a lout?
- [ chuckles ]

I-I don't know.

I don't think he is.

I hope to find out
for myself one day.

Is it your Da
she thinks is a lout?

He was good and kind
to me always,

but he broke Ma's heart.

He didna love her
as she loved him.

I could say the same about
the man who raised me.

My mother didn't love him
the way same way in return.

[ firm knocking ]

- [ knocking continues ]
- Uh, it's open.

Why aren't you
answering the phone?

Are you gonna stay
at the office all night?

What is going on with you?

[ sighs softly ]

What's this?

That is research from
a colleague in Scotland.

Who died?

FRANK: Um...

it's complicated.

Well, do you wanna
talk about it?

I mean, "complicated" is
a relative term, Daddy.

It all depends
on your perspective.

My daughter, the psychiatrist.

[ in English accent ]
So, Professor Randall...

[ soft laugh ]

BRIANNA: It seems you've been
working very hard lately.

You could say that.

BRIANNA:
And your research is--

mm, let me think.

What term would Freud use?

Going nowhere?

[ solemn dramatic music ]

♪

Yep, you could say that too.

[ normal voice ] Well, that
doesn't sound like you, Daddy.

What is it?

[ inhales deeply ]

[ sighs ]

Um...

Daddy, it's me.
You can tell me.

♪

Bree...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I can't. I--

Look it, it's obviously
important to you.

Yeah.

It was everything to me,
aside from you.

And Mama?

You should go home.

She'll be worried about you.

She'll be fine.

Go home, Brianna.
Please.

Go home.

FRANK: Brianna?

Someday, I promise,
you'll understand.

Maybe someday, I won't care.

[ door slams ]

[ insects chirping ]

- [ knocking ]
- BRIANNA: Come in.

[ door creaks ]

Your bed should be warm by now.

My nest here will be empty
before too long.

'Course, I hope Joanie
will marry in time...

to a good man,
if there is such a thing.

She's seen them come and go.

There are good men.

And she's a lovely girl.

I'm sure when the time's right,

she'll find a man
who'll do anything for her.

Well, as her ma,
I'd do anything for her.

But a husband--hard to be sure.

There was a time
when my last husband

would ha' done
anythin' for me.

When I was a young lass,
he took a beating for me.

And he would steal kisses from
me whenever he had the chance.

He loved me once...

until he was bewitched
by another woman.

[ dark music ]

'Tis her fault his heart
hardened against me.

I'm sorry.

Aye, ye've nothin'
to be sorry for, lass.

Though I do miss him.

I know the pain
of missing someone.

We were a family.

Come nightfall,

we would sit together
around the fire,

Joanie on his knee and
Marsali at his side and

he and I would tell a tale
or two from the Bible.

There was so much joy then.

Since he left us, I, I canna
bring myself to recite them.

It pains Joanie.

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

What was Joanie's
favorite story?

Ah, she loved the story
of Naomi and Ruth.

♪

Would you tell it to me?

In the days
when the judges ruled,

there was a famine
in the land.

And so
a man from Bethlehem

in Judah,

along with his wife
and two sons...

♪

Went to live for a while
in the country of Moab.

The man's name was Elimelek.

His wife's name was Naomi.

[ seagulls cawing ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

♪

He's over there.

[ men chattering indistinctly ]Thank you.

Excuse me.
Pardon me.

Are you the captain
of the "Gloriana"?

MAN:
Indeed I am.

I'm seeking passage
to the Carolinas.

There's no luck here.

I do intend to sail
to Wilmington

on my way to Philadelphia,

but I'm taking
no one else aboard.

Sir--Captain, please.

I'd do anything.

My lass is there and
I need to find her.

And you can't
find yourself one here?

There's none so handsome as
an Irish woman, I grant you.

Still, ye'll have to try.

As I've said--
takin' no one else aboard.

BONNET: Gentleman.

Would you take me on
as a member of your crew?

[ indistinct chatter ]

Your hands are better suited to
writing letters than sailing.

[ grunts ]

Captain!

Where do you want this?

[ chuckles ]

BONNET:
You believe in luck?

Heads, you come.
Tails, you stay.

What's your name?

Roger MacKenzie.

20 shillings a month,
Mr. MacKenzie.

You're free to leave the ship
when it's in port,

and you'll be paid
once the cargo's unloaded.

Sailors'll show you
where to go.

[ chuckles ]

BONNET: And MacKenzie?

There's four ports
before Wilmington.

I hope she's worth it.

♪

Is yer ankle better?

Almost...
[ blows ]

I'll be on my way soon.

Ye've been a blessing, lass.

LAOGHAIRE:
That cupboard's been broken

since my husband lived here.

I'm happy I could help.

Look at ye!

It's not like you, Joanie, to
keep yer braid for another day.

She's taken a liking to ye.

♪ If you're going
to San Francisco ♪

♪ Be sure to wear some
flowers in your hair ♪

I dinna ken that one.

[ laughs softly ]
It's my mother's favorite.

Some of the girls at Lallybroch

would put flowers
in their hair in summer.

Lallybroch?

Aye, it's not far from here.

My mother's relatives
live there.

I've never met them, but

she always spoke of them
so fondly.

And who might yer mother be?

I may have kent her,

spendin' a bit o' time
at Lallybroch myself.

Claire Fraser.

Do you know her?

[ tense music ]

♪

Ye never said
yer name was Fraser.

It's not.
It's Randall,

after Frank,
the man who raised me.

I see.

The husband yer mother
didna care for.

I heard ye and Joanie speaking
about it in the garden.

She cared for him.
She just...

LAOGHAIRE: Didna love him as
she loved this other man--

yer true father.

Must be a good man,
this Frank Randall--

to have raised a daughter
such as ye.

Yes, he was.

He died.

Some years ago.

LAOGHAIRE:
I'm sorry to hear it.

It sounds as though
he'd never leave ye by choice,

only by God's hand.

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

Mm.
You're up early.

I decided a cream tea
necessary.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

No.

It's you that deserves
an apology.

I was not myself last night.

No.
I shouldn't have pushed you.

[ inhales deeply ]

[ grunts ]

Nothing that a good cup of tea
and a scone can't fix.

[ laughs softly ]

Mm.

Well? How is it?
Mm.

It's perfect.

Do you ever--

have you ever thought
about studying abroad?

I don't know.
Why?

There are some
excellent universities.

Yeah, I'm sure there are,

but I mean, Harvard's here,

and you're here.

LAOGHAIRE: Do you believe
the story yer mother told ye?

About your true father and
why he couldna raise ye?

Of course.

I have no reason to doubt
my mother. Why do you ask?

LAOGHAIRE: Well, folks talk...

at Lallybroch.

'Course I wouldna want to
repeat what they say,

it bein' about yer father.

What do they say about him?

Nothing.

Forgive me, lass,
for speakin' of it.

Please?
Tell me.

[ soft foreboding music ]

Well,

I dinna like to repeat
such things myself,

but there are some folk
who say

there was no room in his heart
for a bairn,

and he sent yer mother away
upon findin' she was wi' child.

They were married and in love.
Why wouldn't he want a child?

Why wouldn't he want me?

'Tis but whisperins
hereabouts,

but I shouldna ha' told ye, but

I didna want ye to hear it
from folk elsewhere.

People gossip.

- Even after all this time?
- LAOGHAIRE: Oh, aye.

A tale such as that, why--

Think no more of it, lass.

I only hope...he doesna
turn ye away for a second time.

I have to find them,

even if he is what you say.

What is it that's so pressing?

This will sound strange,

but they need my help.

I can prevent their deaths
if I go to them now.

There's going to be a fire.

How would ye ken such a thing?

I can't explain it.

If there's something

that will prevent me
receiving my alimony,

ye'd best speak of it.

Your alimony?

What does this
have to do with you?

How dare ye come into
my home and treat me--

how dare ye!

Uh--you brought me here.

LAOGHAIRE:
Did they send ye here?
Is that what's happened?

Did they sent ye here
to laugh at me,

or did ye bewitch me yourself?

Ye're a witch just like yer ma.

- You know my mother?
- LAOGHAIRE: I ken her well.

Your mother was
the thievin' whore

who stole my husband
and left me destitute.

Your mother is Claire?

Yes, but she never
wanted to leave Jamie--

She went home to another man.

And when he died,

she came back for my Jamie.

Bewitched him, she did,

with a love spell that
made me invisible.

She never meant
to hurt anyone!

She wouldn't.
I'm sorry, I--

[ tense music ]

♪

I can see
I'm no longer welcome.

Claire Fraser should ha' burned
at the stake in Cranesmuir.

[ softly ]
Oh, my God.

You're the one who tried
to have my mother killed.

And she would be dead
if she wasna a witch.

I'm sure believing that is
easier than facing the truth.

And the truth is that Jamie
Fraser has never loved you.

[ music escalating ]

LAOGHAIRE:
You spawn of a witch--

I'll have you arrested
for witchcraft,

BRIANNA: No.

LAOGHAIRE:
Just like I did your mother!

- [ lock clicks ]
- Open the door!

[ grunts ]
Let me out!

[ grunting, panting ]

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ grunts ]

[ laughter ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ car beeps ]

That's my dad.

[ distant sirens wailing ]

Daddy, what are you doing here?

FRANK: Sweetheart,
I need to talk to you.

Hop in. [ sighs ]

Is everything okay?

Do you remember
when I mentioned

going to university abroad?

Yeah.

How would you feel about
studying in England?

England?

FRANK: I've been offered
a position at Cambridge.

I want you to come with me.

And what about Mama?

Is she all right with this?

Your mother and I
are getting a divorce.

[ laughs softly ]

What are you talking about?
Don't be silly.

You're too old
to get a divorce.

Bree, listen to me.

No, I-I don't wanna
listen to you.

Darling, please.So what?

You don't always get along.
Who does?

But you don't just
get divorced.

You love each other.
You can't throw that away.

- We're a family.
- You're my family.

And that--
that will never change,

but your mother and I...

This cannot be a--
a complete surprise to you.

Well, it is.

So, what, just--

poof, you're over
and I have no say?

[ groans ]

Sweetheart,
listen to me.

You are at the center
of our lives, always.

We both love you
very, very much,

and that will never change.

But, your mother and I
have decided that

this is the best way forward
for both of us.

And you just decided
all of this tonight?

Yes.

It wasn't for want of trying.

[ stammers softly ]

I am sorry.

I truly am.

Oh...

Hey.

Come with me.

Will you?

[ stammers ]

We had a plan.

We were supposed to go
to Harvard together, Daddy.I know.

I'm studying history.

We were gonna share
your office and--

I know, I know,
and a thousand years ago,

your mother and I
had a plan as well.

But...you know, sometimes,

life takes unexpected turns,

and when it does...

Do you know what we do?

We soldier on.

How--
[ scoffs ]

I--

I can't.
I have to go.

Can we speak later?
Bree?

I love you.

BRIANNA: I keep thinking--

if I'd have just stayed in
the car with you that night,

you'd still be here.

If I would've just

agreed to go
to England with you,

then...
[ inhales shakily ]

Ugh, maybe we'd have
gone out to celebrate...

[ somber music ]

And you never would've
had the accident.

♪

But I'm gonna soldier on--

like you said.

You're my hero, Daddy.

[ waves whooshing ]

♪ Seven herrings are
a salmon's fill ♪

♪ Seven salmon are
a seal's fill ♪

♪ Seven seals are
a whale's fill ♪

♪ And seven whales the
fill of a Cirein-croin ♪

Do you think there are any
Cirein-croins in the sea?

No.

Sharks, maybe,
but no sea monsters.

I told her as much,
but the lass--

she doesna listen.

Come on.

[ boat creaking ]

[ indistinct whispering ]

[ baby whimpering ]

Thank ye.

[ Morag chuckles ]

That's the first smile
from him in days.

- MORAG: He must like ye.
- [ chuckles ]

He's a handsome wee fella.

- [ crying ]
- [ shushing ]

[ baby wailing ]

[ shushing ]

[ baby wailing continues ]

Oh...
[ chuckles ]

Aren't you a fussy thing?

[ shushing ]

There.

I thank ye, Captain.

[ scraping noises ]

What was that?

Whales.

They scratch themselves
against the ship

to rid their skins
of barnacles.

Are we in danger?
[ creaking continues ]

Only if they have a mind
for mischief.

You don't seem troubled by it.

A wise man leaves the things
beyond his power to the gods,

and then he prays that Danu
will be with him.

[ baby coos ]

[ woman screams ]

No!

[ girl shrieks ]

MARION: No! Please no!

MARION: Stay back.

Ye canna do this!
I wilna let ye!

What's happened?

The lass has smallpox.

It spreads quick as lightning.

None of us will live
to make landfall

if we don't take out the sick.

- Throw her overboard.
- No!

Please, I beg you!

I canna do that.
She'll drown.
Please!

You said you were willing
to do whatever I might need.

- Do as I command.
- MARION: [ sobbing quietly ]

MARION: Please, I beg you!
No!

No!
[ sobbing ]

- [ screams ]
- No! No!

- Wait, no--no--
- No, please don't--

Captain!
Captain, no!

Let her go![ screaming ]

Captain!
Please don't.

Ma...
[ screams ]

Christ,
have you lost your mind?[ water splashing ]

I've given five over
to the sea already,

and I'll do the same for any
who show signs of a rash.

♪

How could ye?

She was a child for God's sake!

She was, and of no value.

Aye, no value to you, perhaps.

Oh, you will forgive me for
putting my ignorant opinion

above your own,
Mr. MacKenzie, but,

well, I'm the captain here.

Continue to examine
each passenger.

Anyone who is ill
or show signs of a rash,

bring them to me.

MAN: Come here, there, you!
Show us your face!

WOMAN: Don't take her!

- MAN: Get--come on.
- Come here.

She's got rash.
Take her.

Stop!
Unhand me!

It's nae the pox!

WOMAN: No! Please, no!

MAN: Let me see him.

Yeah, you. Come on.

Have ye seen a young mother--
bonny lass with a wee bairn?

Mm-mm. No.

MAN: Take her!

- [ baby crying ]
- MORAG: Shh, shh.

- There you are.
- Please.

MORAG: I beg you, sir.
Ye canna do it.

I ken where they're takin' us--
ye canna send him to his death.

I'm not here to hurt your baby.

- ROGER: Is the child sick?
- It's not but a wee rash.

Jemmy's teeth are comin' in.
Ye saw for yerself.

It's not smallpox.

- MAN: You, let's go.
- MAN: Lord, have mercy.

come with me,
I can help keep you hidden--

I'll get you food and drink.

I dinna ken yer name.

Roger.

- Morag MacKenzie.
- [ baby crying ]

And this is Jemmy.

What will ye swear on?

I'm a MacKenzie as well.

I'll swear on
my own woman's life.

This way.

[ Jemmy wailing ]

[ grunting ]

[ tense music ]

♪

[ keys jingling ]

[ carriage clattering
on road ]

We're here--Lallybroch.

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

I'm so grateful to you, Joan.

Ye're a kind soul.

It's no yer fault
yer mother is a witch.

When ye find our Da,

mebbe ye'll ask him
to come home?

- IAN: Joanie?
- Uncle Ian!

What's the traveler
doing with ye?

She's Jamie Fraser's daughter.

IAN: I believe you, lass.

You dinna need
to prove it to me.

Ye have her eyes, ye ken.

I had given up hope I'd ever
look upon a child of Jamie's,

and now...here ye are,

standing right in front of me.

It's a shame my wife's
not here to meet ye.

Aunt Jenny?
Aye.

She's away helping
birth a grandchild.

I ken she'll have my hide
for no keeping ye here,

but...

We should have ye on a ship
as soon as we can.

I'm sure Jamie had his reasons
for not telling us.

But I do ken ye're an
unexpected blessing, lass.

This should be enough
to buy you safe passage

to North Carolina,

as well as room and board
once you've arrived.

I can't take your money.

Aye, ye can.

You're family.

[ gentle music ]

Make sure ye ask after
yer Auntie Jocasta

when ye arrive in Wilmington,
at a place called River Run.

She'll ken where
to find yer parents.

[ trunk thunks ]Thank you, lads.

Mistress.

The clothes inside
belonged to yer mother.

I ken she'd want ye
to have them.

♪

[ boat creaking ]

Thank ye, Roger.

Bairn's looking well.

[ baby fusses ]What's wrong?

♪

Captain.

Imagine my surprise

when a galley hand went
lookin' for salt pork,

and found a lassie
and a babe instead.

I said a wise man
doesn't trouble himself

with the things
beyond his power,

but on this ship,

everything's in my power.

Mm?

Including the
distribution of rations.

[ baby fusses ] BONNET: Mm?

Now, see,
she's hiding down here

while others suffer above.

[ tense music ]

[ sighs ]
[ clicks tongue ]

That's not fair, is it?

♪

When I was just 17,

the youngest of
a crew of workmen,

hired to build a house.

I couldn't say for
why they hated me.

They were a whey-faced lot,
so maybe it was my manner,

or the way the lasses
smiled at me,

but I knew I was
unpopular with them.

Captain, if I may--

They needed a sacrifice
for the foundation,

lest the earth should tremble
and the walls collapse.

But they started
arguing about whether

I should be the sacrifice,

or if Daft Joey
would be a better choice.

One of the men suggested
tossing a coin.

"Do ye take heads or tails?"

He asked, laughing.

♪

I was too sick to speak.

So he said by Geordie's head
should I live,

and by his arse I should die.

And he threw the
shilling in the air.

I had no strength to look.

They rolled me on my face
and hit me.

When I came to,

I found the shilling
in my pocket.

They were honest men,
to be sure.

[ baby cries softly ]

[ ominous music sting ]

Would you say you were
a gambling man, MacKenzie?

♪

[ softly ] You don't
mean to toss that coin

for Morag and Jemmy's lives?

[ whispers ]
Oh, not--not theirs.

No, no, no.

See, you supplied the rations.

You should pay.

A gentleman's wager,
shall we call it?

Heads you live, tails you die.

[ baby crying ]

[ music escalates ]

♪

Hmm.

♪

Seems Danu was
with you tonight, sir.

[ exhales ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

IAN: I do have one request
if ye dinna mind.

My son, Ian--
your cousin--

is there wi' yer father.

His mother would be glad
if he wrote more often.

[ indistinct chatter ]

I'll tell him.

Now, are ye sure
I cannot accompany you inside

to buy yer passage?

You've done enough
for me already.

Ah, I shall see to it that
yer trunk is taken aboard.

Lads?
Thank you.

Ye have Jamie's fire,

and I dinna just mean
his red hair.

Ye're a Fraser
through and through.

Yer father's going to be
so happy to meet ye.

Thank you, Uncle Ian.

[ indistinct chatter ]

Excuse me, miss?

I'm Joseph Wemyss.
Are ye travelin' alone?

No, my uncle is outside.

Should ye be
in need of a servant,

might ye consider my daughter?

She's a fine cook and
a rare hand wi' a needle.

- I have no need of one--
- JOSEPH: I beg of you, please.

There is a man

who desires her as a...

a concubine.

Then don't let him have her.

JOSEPH:
I have no choice.

Her contract--and mine--
have been bought

by a broker who plans
to sell her to the man

unless I find someone else
willing to secure her passage.

I'm going to North Carolina.

Better she be...gone from me
forever to some wild place,

than to be dishonored.

Please, just--just meet her.

This is Elizabeth.

[ softly ]
Lizzie.

Do your duty to the lady.

Your servant, Mistress.

I'd like to buy passage
on the "Phillip Alonzo"...

♪

For two.

[ coins clattering ] CAPTAIN O'BRIAN: Yer name?

Brianna Randall.

[ soft dramatic music ]

♪

JOSEPH: Lizzie!
Be sure to say your prayers!

♪

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[ gentle music ]

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