All language subtitles for Outlander.S04E12.WEBRip.x264-PBS[ettv]

- Previously...
- They believe

it's from a Mohawk village
called Shadow Lake.

There's a good chance
Roger's been taken there.

You never stop worrying about them.

We're going to make this right.

Allow me to introduce my niece.

Miss Fraser, I'm an
acquaintance of your parents.

Have you news of Bonnet?

Aye, good news.

Hello.

Think you've got the wrong room.

Will you marry me?

I'm not sure this is what
your father had in mind.

What is this?

Unhand him!

Return to yer wife and child.

Think you'll find there's something

very familiar about my
companion, Stephen Bonnet.

I have seen you before,

on a broadsheet.

Take him.

What's going on?

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

Sync and corrections by btsix
www.addic7ed.com

You...

remain captive.

Ehhaokonsah.

Ehhaokonsah.

Murtagh has been arrested.

- Christ!
- On what grounds?

We captured a murderous
bastard called Bonnet,

and the militiamen got in the way.

They recognized Murtagh
from the broadsheets.

Arrested both of them.

Murtagh won't be granted a fair trial.

Tryon'll make sure of it.

They'll hang him.

That thievin' bastard'll
do whatever he must

to send a message to all Regulators.

I was with Murtagh when it happened.

He took responsibility.

I won't let him hang.

What's taken from one of us

is taken from all of us.

We'll get him back, lads.

They have captured Stephen Bonnet.

Are you quite well?

Perhaps you should sit down.

Oh, n-n-no.

No, if I sit down, I won't
be able to get back up.

Uh, where? How?

He was apprehended in Wilmington.

As to how, I could not say,

but I have been apprised of
the charges against him.

Smuggling, piracy, and murder.

I suppose it's too late to add
what he did to me to that list.

It would only bring shame upon you...

and be of no consequence.

He has already been sentenced
for his previous crimes.

No consequence?

He will soon pay for all his crimes.

He is condemned

and will hang next week.

I thought you would want to know.

Yes.

Thank you.

I want to see him.

No, you cannot go.

Even if your condition allowed
for your travel to Wilmington,

which it assuredly does not,
attendance at an execution

could not but have the worst
effects on the child.

Now, I am completely sympathetic

- to your feelings, but...
- No.

You don't know what my feelings are.

I don't want to watch him die.

- Thank God for that.
- I want to talk to him.

Your father entrusted me the
task of looking after you.

I'm not sure that involves taking
afternoon tea with a murderer.

"Daughter,

I canna say if I shall see you again.

My hope is that it shall be so

and that all will be mended between us.

I've been thinking about your question

of whether revenge would
heal the wrong done to you.

I advise you now that
you must not seek it."

"For the sake of your soul,

for the sake of your own life,

you must find the grace

to forgive.

Freedom is hard-won,

but it is not the fruit of murder.

Do not fear that he
will escape vengeance."

"Such a man carries with him

the seeds of his own destruction.

If he does not die by my hand,

it'll be by another,

but it must not be by your hand.

Hear me, for the sake
of the love I bear you.

Your loving father,

James Fraser."

I never said good-bye to him...

To Jamie.

But he's right.

Forgiveness won't change
what has happened...

but it can change what will be,

whether Roger comes back or not.

Whatever happens.

You are sure you must see Bonnet?

Yes.

If I can say my piece, then...

maybe I can find a way
to be free of him,

but I have to try,

for my baby's sake.

Very well.

You'll help me?

God knows how,

but I'll help you.

May I?

My God.

He's real.

Yes.

I know.

Ehhaokonsah.

Carry wood to Tehwahsehwkwe's longhouse.

That way.

Ehhaokonsah.

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

No.

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

_

Are you all right?

Yeah.

It's just all so awkward is all.

I thought I'd get used to being
this size, but I haven't.

I just get more and more uncomfortable.

Being here's harder than
I thought it would be.

A baby is expected.

Memories are not.

They... simply come.

I miss my mother.

I daresay I find myself
missing her at times as well,

particularly when I'm ill.

In spite of her unwaveringly
direct manner, she is...

a rather remarkable woman.

I hope she returns
before the baby arrives.

Knowing your parents,

they will do everything in their
power to return Roger to you.

Take my arm.

You are impossible not to like.

Would you like some more
wood for your fire?

Put the logs over there, by the fire.

And go down to the river,
fetch us some w...

Yes? You want this here?

_

_

_

_

Get up.

Get up, Ehhaokonsah.

_

Please. I'm hurt.

_

_

_

Aah!

Where do your loyalties lie?

How did you come to be an outcast?

It was a mistake.

Have you no honor?

Did you break your word of honor?

My loyalties were to a woman.

Then you should not smile upon Johiehon.

_

_

_

You are British?

Yes.

Scottish.

Roger MacKenzie.

You're the man they have
christened Dogface.

So...

so that's what "Ehhaokonsah" means.

Flattering.

Hmm. Rather appropriate nickname,

since the Mohawk do not
keep their whiskers

and they're rather fond of dogs.

Oh, they are?

Oh, I wouldn't have known it.

But, then, I don't even know where I am.

You're in the village
they call Shadow Lake.

And where is that, exactly?

The province of New York.

Oh, New York.

How did you come to be here?

I suppose you could say I walked here.

And you? What about...

Why are you here?

I... fell in love.

What are ye doing?

Well, you know Germain likes to
play with cups and spoons...

Aye.

So what's yer excuse, seein'
as our bairn's in his crib?

I ken what this is.

- Ye're going to...
- Rescue Murtagh from jail,

yes.

Good.

He shouldna been in there to begin with.

What, you're not angry with me?

Not unless ye're not goin' to try.

We canna allow the man to be hanged.

What's this, then?

Does this represent a man?

Regulator?

- Yes.
- Mm.

Bryan and Malachi have
found men willing to help.

But even so,

it's a dangerous endeavor,
and I'm not sure...

You can do this.

If only Milord were here...

Claire too.

I ken she risked her life to save his

when he was imprisoned at Wentworth.

If they were here, uh,
what would they do?

They'd find a way.

And we will too.

We?

Aye, we.

I'll not be cast aside.

"For better or worse,"

Fergus Fraser.

Have faith in yer plan.

'Twill work.

And we have the Regulators
to aid us as well.

You're right, mon amour.

Murtagh will be freed.

Perhaps it's time to leave Wilmington

and to take up Milord and Milady's offer

to live at Fraser's Ridge.

I'll find us a wagon and start
packing our belongings.

You are an exceptional woman.

Ye ken well, I'd join you
to face the devil himself.

I came here some years ago
to spread the word of God.

Chief Tehwahsehkwe heard me preach

and, being moved of the Holy Spirit,

invited me to return
with him to his village.

I started converting some
members of the tribe,

and... for a time, I lived
with them peacefully.

But a year after I
arrived at the village,

I was struck with fever.

I was prepared to allow
God to take me...

Until I felt a woman's hands upon me.

Soft, cooling hands.

She cared for me with the
gentle touch of an angel.

Then, after I had recovered,

there was...

sin.

You see, my son, her touch had awakened

a desire I had long fought to suppress,

an impure, unholy desire.

I thought I had conquered the feeling,

thought I was immune to temptation,

only to discover how
weak was my resolve.

A woman stole your heart.

A very old story, Father, perhaps one

of the oldest stories in the world.

Our union created a child.

And that offended the Mohawk.

No, they welcomed both
our union and the child

with open arms.

I don't understand.

They expected me to baptize the child,

save its soul, but... I could not.

Well, why not?

I am not in a state of grace.

I have broken my vows,

and so, by the edicts of the church,

I cannot perform the
sacrament of baptism.

Yeah, I doubt very much that
the Mohawk are perturbed

by the niceties of the church, Father.

No, but you see, Roger, I am.

I have broken faith with
my God and my calling.

I know that I am damned.

I will not also damn this child

with the false blessing
of a fallen priest.

I will not.

The child's mother

is the healer?

Johiehon.

Do you still love her?

I have prayed that my
love for her would abate,

that I would stop seeing
her face in my dreams,

that I would stop feeling
the touch of her hand,

stop smelling the rainwater
perfuming her hair...

stop hearing the gentle
lilt of her laugh

floating on the wind.

But my prayers have gone unanswered.

I cannot hope that you would understand.

No, actually, Father...

I know exactly what you mean.

Satehoronies, Kahnontiio...

You are hidden here
because of your dishonor.

You will go naked before
the Lord, your God.

Stop.

Pray for me, Roger.

Father.

Bloody hell.

Father...

I need to clean this.

So sorry.

Please, let me finish.

Christ.

O Father of mercies and
God of all comfort,

we humbly beseech thee

to visit and relieve the sick servant

for whom our prayers are desired.

Look upon him with the
eyes of thy mercy.

Comfort him... with a
sense of thy goodness.

Father, here.

Here, let me help you.

Christ.

Here.

Here, drink.

Here.

What happened?

I was offered another
chance to baptize my child.

My refusal offended them.

They have given me until
morning to change my mind.

And if you don't?

Then they'll bind me and
put my feet in flames

until the pain consumes
me and my body fails.

I have seen this punishment
inflicted on another poor soul.

He lingered for three days
before finally dying.

My God.

Please,

- no more blasphemy.
- Just... just...

listen to me.

These people,

they don't know anything about
the rituals of the church

or the vows you took or why
you hold them so sacred.

All they want is to see you

pour a little water on the baby's head

and say a few words in Latin.

- I can't.
- Why not?

- I...
- Ye don't have to perform

the sacrament.

Just... say the Lord's Prayer

or... or a Hail Mary
and be done with it.

They'll never know the difference.

But I will.

No, my son, I know
you're trying to help,

but this...

this is the Lord's punishment
for my great and foul sins.

Ah, so you fell in love.

That's your sin?

You're human, for God's sake.

Ah, yes, forgive me,
Lord, oh, my blasphemy.

I will not mock the sacrament,

even to save my own life.

You're being an idiot.

And yes, I'm saying
that to you right here,

in the sight of God Almighty.

Do ye know why I can
say you're an idiot?

Because I've been an idiot myself.

I fell in love with a girl.

Beautiful girl.

I asked her to marry me,

and she said no.

So what did I do?

Instead of walking away,

I actually followed her across an ocean.

Like an idiot, I pursued her
through time and space,

determined to prove to
myself and the universe

that I did love this woman,

just like all those great love stories

written by all those great idiots.

I pursued her and chased her

and finally tracked her down

and convinced her to marry me.

And on the very night when
we were handfast, wed...

in the eyes of man and the Almighty,

we started fighting,

and we said

angry words to each other...

Words to regret

but which can never be taken back.

So I left her.

I intended to go home,

but then I changed my
mind and went back,

like an idiot,

and instead of finding her,

I found a man who...

I now believe was her father,

who beat me near unto death

and sold me to the Mohawk.

And even then,

even then, I had yet another chance

to walk away,

to go home.

Against all odds, I broke free

from my captors.

I found a way home.

All I had to do was
reach out and touch it.

But did I?

No, I...

just stood there

with freedom within my reach,

and I hesitated,

like an idiot,

because after all that,

I still loved her.

Then you do indeed
understand the pain I've...

Agh, that's what I'm telling you, man.

That's what I'm trying to tell you, man.

I understand.

But the difference is,

I've learned something from my pain.

I've changed.

There's a saying where I come from:

"Look out for number one."

From now on, that's me,

and if you're smart, you'll do the same.

Turn your back on love

and take your freedom.

Save yourself,

because if you don't...

No one ever will.

While you were gone, I've been digging.

Help me.

There's a spot on the
south side of the hut

where we can escape
without being noticed.

Come with me,

and we'll both get out of here.

You still do not understand...

No, I understand that you still
have choices in front of you.

Find a priest,

confess your sin, let God absolve you,

and you can continue His work,

or...

we can find Johiehon

and take her and the baby with us.

You can make a new life as
a husband and a father.

I don't care what you choose,

but both are better

than staying here and
dying a horrible death.

It's hopeless.

With another hour's work, it will serve.

We don't have another hour,

and that hole is nae
big enough for a cat,

much less a man.

You will have time to complete
the work when I'm gone.

What are you talking about?

I'm staying.

Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

- You need not blaspheme.
- Aye, I do...

If you're still determined to stay
here and be tortured to death

out of some misplaced sense of loyalty.

Did ye not hear a word I said?

I heard every word you said.

Well?

And I understand your feelings on love

and its concomitant idiocy very well.

However, I do not share
those feelings, Roger,

and I must do that which
my conscience dictates.

Then you're a bigger bloody
fool than I thought possible.

That is most assuredly the case.

They're coming for me.

We must hide our work.

Have you decided?

Yes.

I cannot baptize the child.

I'll put myself in the
hands of the Lord.

God be with you... my friend.

Bloody fool.

If you ask me one more time

if I'm sure I want to
do this, I'll scream.

Well, your mind is clearly made up.

Couldn't help but notice

that the rest of you seems
rather apprehensive.

I've been thinking about this moment,

and now it's finally here, I guess...

I'm nervous.

Perhaps we should take a moment...

allow you to prepare yourself.

I'm ready.

Good day, gentlemen.
I am Lord John Grey.

This is my betrothed,
Miss Brianna Fraser.

Governor Tryon has arranged for us

to have an audience with
one of your prisoners,

Stephen Bonnet.

His Excellency's secretary

sent word apprising us of your arrival.

I've moved Bonnet to the cell
at the end of the corridor,

chained him to the wall
for your protection.

- I'll see him alone.
- You will not.

- If anything were to happen...
- He's in chains.

He can't hurt me.

I'll be waiting right here,
if you should need me.

Go on, then.

The sooner ye retrieve the auld coot,

the sooner we can be on our way.

Walk on.

Do you know who I am?

The Queen of Sheba?

I don't think you were after
telling me your name, sweetheart.

Don't call me that.

I remember your face...

And a few other things...

But not your name.

My name is Brianna Fraser.

Oh.

Brianna Fraser. That's a lovely name.

My parents are James and Claire Fraser.

They saved your life,

and you robbed them.

Yes.

Oh, if you've come in the hopes of
retrieving your father's jewels,

then I'm... I'm afraid
you left it too late.

See, I... sold them to buy a ship.

There was a...

Was a trinket

you were after when we first met.

A ring?

Oh, but you got that back.

Good sirs, we are here to
visit a prisoner of yours.

No visits without prior permission.

I do not think permission
will be necessary.

I'm told you're going to hang.

Mm. I'm told the same thing.

You'll not have come from pity,
though, I shouldn't think.

No.

I'll rest easier once you're dead.

Well, what is it you want from me, then?

Nothing.

I came here to give you something.

I came here to forgive you.

Mm, oh, I've had whores

try to foist their spawn on me before.

I have no reason to lie.

You're going to die,

to hang by the neck until you're dead,

and if it makes dying easier for you

to know there's something
of you left on this Earth,

then you're welcome to the knowledge.

So I'll soon be gone...

but not forgotten.

I have no choice but to live
with what you've done to me,

but you will be forgotten.

My baby will never know your name,

will never even know that you existed.

While you rot in the ground,

I will raise my child
to be a good person,

to be nothing like you.

Wait.

For his maintenance.

I don't want anything from you.

Dying man's last wish, then.

Take care of him.

Stand down. Halt! Halt!

Oof!

Unhand him at once.

Lord John?

Fergus.

What is the purpose of this attack?

We're here to free a friend.

I have the keys.

Do not harm him,

but do not allow him to leave.

His allegiance is to Governor Tryon.

I'm very sorry.

Murtagh!

Murtagh! Where are you?

Here, lad.

Murtagh.

What are ye doing here, lass?

You were arrested?

Why on Earth would ye come here?

There was someone I needed to see.

We must hurry.

Mr. Fitzgibbons.

Well, I'm not entirely
surprised to find you here.

I suppose this is the devil

that brought ye here to see the villain?

He's not to blame. I insisted.

Come with me, lass.

I'll deliver ye to River Run.

You? Whilst every militiaman

and redcoat in Wilmington
hunts you down?

I will escort Miss Fraser to River Run.

Over my dead body.

Which you would assuredly
be if you are caught.

She will be under my protection.

Tryon's protection.

If she's seen with you...
Her neck'll be in ropes.

I'll trust ye to Lord John, then, lass.

Be careful.

Hurry, lads. We haven't much time.

The powder's been lit!

You intend to blow up the jail?

A diversion to cover our retreat.

We haven't a moment to waste.

Wait. What about him?

We can't just leave him here to die.

Get him out of here, lads. Now.

Come. Marsali's waiting.

Hurry! Get in!

Walk on, boy! Go on!

Your Lordship.

Yes?

You are unharmed?

I am.

- And you, Mistress?
- I'm fine.

I'm glad to hear it.

We're uncertain how many
perished in the blast.

I am told you were visiting

a prisoner in the jail
prior to the explosion.

Did you apprehend any of the insurgents?

No. They were more prepared
than we could have anticipated.

It appears these Regulators

were intent on releasing their leader,

Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Did they mention where
they were taking him?

Unfortunately, the event
transpired with stunning rapidity.

I heard nothing that
would aid your search,

though I trust you will find them.

We will, my lord.

Governor Tryon will not allow
this to go unpunished.

Don't go soft now.

He chose his fate.

He wanted this.

There's nothing you can do.

Don't be an idiot.

Be smart for once in your
stupid, idiotic life.

Be smart.

Aah!

Damn you, you stupid,

stupid fool!

Ah, fucking hell.

That's it, lads. Take me
back to the idiot hut.

Sync and corrections by btsix
www.addic7ed.com

Support us and become VIP member
to remove all ads from www.OpenSubtitles.org