All language subtitles for Outlander.S02E07.BDRip.x265-ION265

Claire: Previously...

Someone tried to poison me.

For you, Madonna.

It will change colour
in the presence of poison.

Jamie: If st germain is behind this,

we need to connect him
to the gang, les disciples.

Claire: There's nothing in here.

Look again, Madonna.

How did you do that?

A little sleight of hand.

Apostle spoons.
Christening gift for the bairn.

Monsieur forez confided to me that
he's preparing for multiple executions.

You're in danger, master Raymond.

Claire: You can't kill Randall.

It would be as if
you're killing frank, too.

A year, not one day more.

Milord got into a fight
with an English officer.

You promised.

Jamie!

Claire!

Sing me a song

of a lass that is gone

say, could that lass

bel?

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

ls gone

Over the sea

to Skye

Brianna: Look, mama.
What a pretty bird.

Let me see.

That is a pretty bird, isn't it?

What kind of bird is this?

That is a heron.

Have you ever seen one in real life?

Yes, I have.

- Where?
- In Scotland.

When were you in Scotland, mama?

It was a very long time ago.

Tell me more. I want to hear everything.

You want to hear everything?

Someday.

Hildegarde: Claire?

Hildegarde: Be still, my child.

My baby.

I am here.

We will take care of you.

Jamie.

Hildegarde: Monsieur forez is working.

- My baby...
- Hildegarde: You must stay quiet.

You must.

I am here.

Where's my baby?

Where is my baby?

Chere madame, do not trouble yourself.

You must save your strength.

Where's my baby?

I don't want any water. I...

I want my baby.

I am sorry, madame.

She has joined the angels.

She was...

Born dead.

No. No.

It's not possible.

The virgin will comfort you, madame.

She, too, lost a child.

I want my baby.

My... bring me my baby.

Bring me my baby.

Bring me my baby!

I want my baby! Baby!

Where is she now?

I baptised her.

And gave her a name.

Faith.

You must understand,

it is illegal unless the child is living.

But I wanted her to be buried
in hallowed ground.

This, ma chere, will stay
between you, me, and god.

Mother hildegarde...

I came as quickly as I could.

Thank you, father.

This is father laurentin.

It is customary to perform
an unction of the sick, my child.

It has been several days now.

Your fever is very high.

It is wise to prepare the soul.

I need my husband.

I'm sorry, ma chere,

there has been no word.

Would you like to make a last confession...

So that you may unburden
yourself of any sins?

My sins are all I have left.

Amen.

Amen.

Bouton...

Stay close to her.

Come down now, little dog.

Be still now.

Jamie...

Hush, Madonna.

If they find me here, I'm finished.

Master Raymond.

Tell me what you see, Madonna.

Claire: Oh, wings.

Blue wings.

Mmm, blue with the colour of healing.

The wings will carry your pain away,
if you let them.

Claire: A white hotness
burned deep in my bones.

I knew what it was.

Puerperal fever.

The baby had come,

but part of the placenta had not.

It festered inside my womb...

But as Raymond's hands
moved over the meridians of my body,

I could feel the tiny deaths
of the bacteria that inhabited my blood.

Small explosions as each scintilla
of infection disappeared.

The fever drained from my bones,

and my tortured body relaxed gratefully
into the frame of his hands,

melting and reforming like moulded wax.

Call him.

Call to him.

Jamie!

Claire: I don't know what he did
or how he did it...

But he healed me.

Once more, he saved my life.

Madame?

What is happening?

I'm all right.

Tell mother superior.

God be praised!

I must go now. Be well, Madonna.

I am no Madonna.

I have no child.

I didn't call you Madonna because
you were with child, my dear.

Everyone has a colour about them,

all around them like a cloud.

Yours is blue.

Like the virgin's cloak. Like my own.

You shouldn't have come.

It's too dangerous.

You were right about the king.

He wants blood now.

Not only hail Marys!

But these are things
you do for your friends.

Will I ever see you again?

As I told you before,
we will see each other again.

Have faith.

Come, little dog!

Back here, quickly!

Yes.

The fever has passed.

How can it be?

It is a miracle.

A miracle indeed.

God be praised.

Would you bring some broth, sister?

Mere, has there been any word
from monsieur Fraser?

He is unable to come, madame.

He was arrested for duelling
with the English captain,

and is being detained
in the bastille Saint-Antoine.

For how long?

Duelling is a serious offence.

I'm afraid your husband will remain
in prison at the king's pleasure.

If your husband had killed his opponent,

the penalty would have been much worse.

He's not dead?

The English captain?

He is badly wounded,

and the British ambassador
begged for him to be allowed

to recover from his injuries in england.

Claire: So, Jack Randall was still alive.

The cat with nine lives.

And thus, so was frank.

But at what cost?

That is fortunate, no?

Yes.

Fortunate.

But my husband betrayed me, mother.

Revenge mattered more to him than me

or his child.

How so?

One year of grace

is all I asked,

to which he agreed.

One year.

He may as well have run
his sword through me.

God says we must revel in mercy.

Tread sins underfoot

and hurl iniquities into the sea.

I'm not sure there's a sea deep enough.

Claire: / laid in that bed for weeks.

My body had healed. My soul had not.

One day Fergus came.

He brought flowers
and asked me to come home.

I 'd lost my husband and my child.

Where else could I go?

Welcome home...

Milady.

Thank you, Magnus.

Fergus: Um, I, uh...

I went to the warehouse, milady.

And I spoke with the foreman.

The shipment of muscadet has arrived.

Very well.

And, uh...

Well, um...

Go on.

The grey mare, milady, she's limping.

She's in need of new shoes.

Thank you.

Is there anything else, Fergus?

No, milady.

Perhaps after dinner
you could brush my hair.

Thank you, Fergus.

That was nice.

What is it?

Nothing, milady.

Fergus: No!

What is he doing?

Stop!

Fergus?

Wake up. It's just a bad dream.

Do you want to tell me about it?

No. No, milady.

Might make you feel better.

It's... it... it's not just a dream.

What is it?

The englishman, milady.

What englishman?

Fergus, tell me.

I... iwent with milord to Maison Elise.

Prince Charles owed money.

Fergus: He told me to wait.

Milord told me to stay put,

but I have a talent for stealing
and I couldn't resist.

One of the rooms was open

and I saw a bottle of perfume there.

I wanted to
bring it to milady as a gift.

It smelt so nice.

I put it in my pocket.

I kept the bottle,

but I was too afraid to give it to you
after what happened.

It's lavender, milady.

When I turned around,

he was there. The englishman.

You're not what I ordered.

But, um...

No, you'll do.

Jesus Christ.

I... ltried to get away, iswear I did.

I told him milord was there, but he...
He wouldn't listen.

He said that...

He wanted me to...

I can't say it in front of a lady.

Ouch! Ouch! Stop! Stop!

Why didn't you tell me this sooner?

I... I wanted to,

but I was ashamed.

It's all right, Fergus.

No! No, it's not.

It's all my fault.

I should have kept quiet.

I didn't cry or scream at first,

but I couldn't help it.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Milord!

Milord heard it

and he came running.

Milord!

I hid under the dressing table.

Get off!

Fergus: Then the fight was broken up.

As soon as milord was taken away,

I heard him challenge
the englishman to a duel.

You sick bastard!

A duel! I demand a duel!

No!

Fergus: And then he was taken away.

It's not your fault, Fergus.

I... I didn't know.

I didn't know he would go
to fight the englishman.

I didn't know.

And now milord is gone.

He will never come back.

Come here.

Oh, it's all right.

A private audience with the king?

You have mentioned you are
the goddaughter of the old sun king.

Surely you have an entree
or know someone who does.

It is possible.

I wish to petition for my husband's release
from the bastille.

So, ma chere,
you have found a deep enough sea.

I learnt the reason he broke his promise.

I was angry at him.

Still am.

But he is the father of my child.

His majesty is a mercurial man.

There is a price to such requests.

Which is?

The king may expect to lie with you.

If it comes to sacrificing
my virtue, mother,

I'll add it to the list of things
I have already lost in Paris.

Madame Claire Fraser, lady broch tuarach.

Do not be afraid of me, my dear madame.

I don't bite.

No.

Of course not.

Sit, please.

Will you have a sip of warm chocolate?

It's from new Spain.

Thank you.

Your majesty.

And perhaps an orange...

From my orangerie?

I have over a thousand trees.

With pleasure.

Mmm.

Now, tell me what it is
that I may do for you.

My husband is in the bastille.

Forduemng.

Your husband has broken a royal decree.

I understand that.

But he was provoked.

As you know, he is a scot.

They are most fierce where questions

of their honour are concerned.

Quite so.

Quite so, madame.

However...

I would be most grateful...

Your majesty.

Is this his ring?

Yes, sire.

And this other one?

I was married once before.

And yet you still wear his ring.

Your loyalty is most noteworthy.

I am inclined towards mercy,

ma chere madame,

but...

Claire: He was called
Louis the well-beloved.

His rule was absolute.

He could free Jamie
with a word or kill him.

He could do with me as he liked.

I waited to see
what his majesty's pleasure might be.

Tell me, if I was
to Grant your request to free your husband,

would you be inclined
to Grant me a small favour in return?

I am at your majesty's complete disposal.

Tres bien.

Tres bien, ma chere.

Come.

So pale.

So fine.

I can see why they call
you la dame blanche.

The king asks that you give us
the benefit of your skills.

Claire: When I saw monsieur forez,
the king's executioner,

I knew his presence
could mean only one thing...

There would be death here today.

I'm not sure what you mean, sire.

Observe.

Read the indictment, if you will.

Maitre Raymond et comte st germain...

You are hereby charged with sorcery...

And the perversion
of the search for knowledge...

Into an exploration of arcane arts.

You stand accused of...

Plundering the teaching...

Of ancient alchemists...

And employing the dark arts...

For your own...

._agenda.

We have no quarrel
with the proper search for wisdom.

But while much good may be found,

so, too, may evil be discovered.

And the search for wisdom be perverted into

the desire for power and wealth

for one's own depraved
and immoral purpose.

We must also...

Consider the evidence...

Which has been collected...

Both from the apothecary
of master Raymond...

And the residence of
le comte st germain.

We have brought here a witness.

An infallible judge of truth.

The white lady.

A pure heart that cannot lie...

She can see into the soul of a
man and sense whether evil lies within.

Jesus h. Roosevelt Christ.

I beseech you to use your talents,

look into their souls

and if there is darkness within,

they will be handed over
to monsieur forez and put to death.

It will be an honour

to assist your majesty in this task.

Very well.

Let us commence.

Comte.

What do you have to say
as to these charges?

You will speak English
when addressing my guest.

It is true that there are practitioners of
the dark arts who walk among us,

but such wickedness does not dwell in this,

his majesty's most loyal subject.

I am a courtier of his royal highness
with a respect for all his decrees.

For the perversion of knowledge
and the use of forbidden arts,

you must look beyond your own court, sire.

Do you wish to speak?

I am but a humble servant
of the people of Paris.

I practice medicine, nothing more.

I use knowledge of herbs
and gifts of nature

to benefit the afflicted of our fair city.

I see a shadow

behind your eyes, comte.

I see an image.

A gang of men in the street

dressed as aristocrats,

but wearing masks.

There is a name in your mind, monsieur...

Les disciples.

What do you know of
les disciples, monsieur?

I know nothing of these "disciples"
of which you speak.

You are lying, sir.

I am not lying.

I am not lying! I am not lying, sire!

This woman is a liar and a witch.

This woman has also been known
to drink poison and survive.

And how do you come to this knowledge?

Because I gave her the poison myself.

She tried to ruin my livelihood.

She had my ship destroyed
with her false condemnations.

She is a witch.

And she doesn't deny it.

I don't deny it.

La dame blanche is a white witch,

and I practise

white magic, sire.

Madame Fraser

is not on trial here.

Claire: Even knowing
st germain tried to poison me,

I found it hard to condemn him
cold-bloodedly to death.

I see darkness in his soul.

Also in his.

But only the normal darkness

that lives in the souls of

all men.

Even a king's.

For without darkness

there can be no light.

Nevertheless, if I am to cleanse this city,
I must make an example.

Perhaps we can aid your decision.

Bring out the serpent!

The Bible claims that a true believer

can handle serpents
and they will not harm him,

for they are the servants of god.

Perhaps, your majesty,

I may suggest another test.

It is true I drank the comte's poison
and it did not kill me.

Let him drink mine and see what happens.

Let them both drink it.

With your permission?

Very well.

Claire: / decided to take a page

out of master Raymond's book, so to speak.

I looked through the evidence,
the remnants from his shop

and found the herb I was looking for.

Bitter cascara.

I knew the cascara would make both men ill,

but wouldn't kill them.

And perhaps Louis, having had his show,

would be appeased and set them free.

This potion will give
you your answers, sire.

We may have a death

or two.

But I ask one thing...

If both these men survive,

you will set them free.

We shall see if it pleases the king.

Claire: I never saw Raymond
add anything to it, no one had.

It was another amazing feat,

a sleight of hand like the one
he'd shown me in his shop.

Give him the cup.

Hand it to him.

Claire: All I knew was that this time,

inside the cup, was death.

St germain knew it too.

Oh, well...

Drink.

I salute you,

master Raymond...

You evil bastard.

And you...

Witch who sucks the cock of the devil.

I'll see you...

In hell.

Count yourself fortunate...

But leave today and never...

Set foot in France again.

Claire: Perhaps it was the shock
of what I'd been through,

but as master Raymond was led away,

what ran through my brain
was a line from a film.

You know the one.

"I'm going to miss you most of all."

Your majesty will honour my request?

First, there's still a
matter of the payment.

Claire: / closed my eyes

and thought of england.

I will issue a pardon for your husband

and arrange one with the English crown

should you wish to return to Scotland.

I don't deserve your mercy
so I'll not ask for it.

But will you at least let
me give you comfort?

Can you give me my child back?

It was my child too.

I don't even know if it was a boy

or a girl.

Claire?

Will ye make me beg?

It was a girl.

Mother hildegarde baptised her.

Gave her a name.

Faith.

Mother hildegarde has
a very odd sense of humour.

She's buried in the cemetery,

next to the convent.

I did try to keep my promise.

Fergus told me what happened.

Then ye see how I couldna
let Randall go unpunished

for what he did to the wee lad?

Do ye hate me for it, Claire?

I did hate you.

Claire: Bring me my baby!

I want my baby!

I want my baby! Baby!

Claire. Claire, lie back!

Mother hildegarde let me see her,

so I wouldn't have to imagine.

Claire: She was beautiful.

So small.

Could cup her head in the palm of my hand.

The ears stuck out just a little.

You could see the light through them.

And the light through her skin as well.

Like the light on a Pearl

that's still wet from the sea.

Her eyes were closed.

No lashes yet.

They were slanted a bit, like yours.

She had wisps of the most

beautiful copper hair.

Oh, I do like to be

beside the seaside

oh, I do like to be

beside the sea

I like to walk along

prom, prom, prom

so just let me be beside the sea

I didn't just lose a baby.

I lost a lifetime

with someone I loved
before I ever met them.

How long has it been?

Since this morning.

Holy mother of god.

Ma chere Claire.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Oui.

Ten fingers.

And ten toes.

She's an angel.

May I hold her?

It is time, my dear.

So, yes...

I hated you.

Aye.

You should've left me there in prison.

Before Fergus told me what happened,

even after,

I couldn't stop being angry
and blaming you.

But...

It was me

who asked the impossible of you.

It was me that put frank before our family.

It was me

who followed you to the woods.

Frank is your family too.

But he's not here.

And now, neither is our daughter.

It's not your fault.

It's not even Randall's
fault, not this time.

It's my fault.

I asked your forgiveness once.

You said there's nothing to forgive.

Truth is,

I already forgave you,

long before today.

For this and anything
else you could ever do.

There is something else.

I slept with the king.

To buy your freedom.

You did it to save my life.

Just like I gave myself
to Randall to save you.

How can we ever be the same?

No, we can't be.

After all the floggings,
what happened in wentworth,

I didn't think anything
could ever hurt as bad.

But this does.

Losing our child

is worse than the brand on my ribs
or the scars on my back.

I'll carry it as long as I live.

Same as I carry these scars.

The weight of what has happened here is

too much for any one of us to bear alone.

We are the only two people in the world
that share this pain.

This

pain

of losing faith.

The only way we can
live with it is to carry it

together.

Are you sure you want to do that?

The blood of my blood
and bone of my bone, remember?

I gave you my body and soul

till our life shall be done.

It is not done.

We lost our child.

But by the grace of god,
we may be given another.

Then bring me home.

To Scotland.

Aye.

Scotland.

But there's something I'd like to do first.

St Andrew.

If we must Bury you here in France,

let's leave a bit of Scotland wi' ye.

Claire: We returned to heal
in the peace of the Scottish highlands.

Jamie's sister Jenny, and her husband Ian,
had had another baby while we were in Paris.

Their welcome
and the daily routines of lallybroch

worked like a tonic on our battered souls.

We hoped we had done enough
to stop the war.

We began planning our future.

But as a very prescient scot once observed,

"the best laid schemes of mice and men."

Rabbie: Claire! Claire!

They're ready! Look how big they are!

They're giant!

Oh, my goodness, rabbie. So they are.

Can we eat them tonight?

I don't see why not.

Come on, let's go ask mrs crook.

A grand potato, if ever I saw one.

Ye've never seen one. Not in Fraser land.
Not till now.

Ye were right telling us to
plant them, Claire. 'Tis a fine crop.

I dinna see how
ye'd ever grind them for parritch.

I dinna believe ye grind them, mrs crook.

Och, aye? What do ye do with 'em, then?

Fergus: You boil them.

- Eat them with salt.
- Aye.

- Butter is good, too.
- Claire: Or roast them.

Or you can mash them with milk.

I dinna Ken you could cook, sassenach.

I'm not sure I can cook,
but I can certainly boil a potato.

Then we shall have a feast.

Wipe yer feet and take off yer filthy boots
before ye tramp all over this rug.

Come along, lads.
You can help me scrub them clean.

I ran into Hector on the way up.
Got the post from him, eh?

Oh, Jamie, here's one for you.

- Louise.
- It's the bill for the seed.

And one from aunt jocasta.
Good, we haven't heard from her in months.

Ian: Now, did ye get the ploughshare fixed?

Smithy says it's broken straight through.
Canna be re-forged.

We'll have to hand-till
until we can get a new one.

I canna believe I've become a farmer.

Oh! Three French novels
and a book of poetry from Paris.

Which one shall we read tonight?

What is it?

"Dear cousin, so pleased.

"Words cannot express my admiration
for your boldness and courage.

"My prayers are with you."

- Stuart crest.
- Aye.

It declares a Stuart's divine right
to the throne of britain,

supported by the chieftains
of the highland clans,

signed by those
pledging loyalty to Charles Stuart.

"Mackinnon, oliphant,
MacDonald of glencoe.

"James Alexander
Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser."

Jesus bloody Christ,
he's forged your signature.

Aye, he has.

Charles has landed in Scotland
and is gathering his army.

Jenny: This was published, distributed.

The names on this are
traitors to the crown.

Jamie.

I'll not run.

Not ever again.

Then what will you do, brother?

I'll fight.

I'll help Charles Stuart win this war.

I have to.