All language subtitles for Outlander.S07E15

Previously...

It appears the battle
is close upon us.

General.

Ten companies of militia

all under my command.

I will find him, Bree.

I'll bring him home.

Brian Fraser,
laird of Lallybroch.

Your servant, sir.

What we really want
is your protection.

I willna kill anyone.

But things happen.

My ancestors are actually

the war chief and the witch.

We didn't think
the children were safe.

We thought you might not
be safe either.

I think it's time for me
and the kids to go to Roger.

You're saying that Richardson
is a turncoat and a spy?

And he's at it again.

I have a correspondence
for Oberst Von Schnell.

William will be
carrying a cipher

that will instruct these
Hessians to hold him captive.

Go. Save our son.

Even people who want
to go to heaven

don't want to die to get there.

A life can be snatched away;

frittered or thrown away;

ended peacefully in one's bed,

or in horrific pain
on the battlefield.

Lives lost in conflict.

Needless bloodshed.

How many people
had died that way?

How many more still would?

It doesn't stop.

It doesn't get better.

As Murtagh once said,

"There's always a war coming."

War is inevitable,

and death is too.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

You all right?

Aye.

Go back to sleep.

I'll wake you when it's time.

You need your rest too.

'Tis hard to sleep
so close to battle.

D'ye ken the only time
I'm without pain

is in yer bed?

When I lay in your arms,
my wounds are healed,

scars forgotten.

Mine too.

I've been thinkin'
of my mother.

For ye need the strength
of yer dead in battle.

I remember seeing her
in her coffin.

The women had braided her hair
to be seemly,

but my father wouldna have it.

He'd have his last sight of her
as she was to him.

He was crazed wi' grief.

He went to the coffin,

undid her braids,

spread her hair out
across the pillow.

You saw all this
when you were little?

I was keepin' quiet
in the corner.

When they all went out
to meet the priest,

I crept up close.

Never seen
a dead person before.

Was it her?

The face had the look of her,
but no more.

As if someone set out
to carve her from birch wood.

But her hair...

that was still alive.

That was still her.

It, uh...

covered the child
who lay wi' her.

I thought he wouldna like
to be smothered so.

I lifted it up
to let him out...

...my wee brother,

curled up in her arms,

his head on her breast.

And then I thought
he'd be happier

if I left him snug
under those locks of red.

She hadna one white hair.

Not a one.

She was 38, wasn't she?

I've had the richness

of all those years and more.

To see those years touch you
gives me joy.

For it means that you live.

Come to me.

Shelter me.

Heal me.

Did I fashion you?

I want only to lie here
wi' you in my arms,

keep ye safe,
and watch ye sleep.

I can rise, then,
wi' a clear mind,

and go to do what must be done.

I won't say goodbye

or good luck
or anything like that.

No need.

"I love you" will do.

Christ.

The last words I spoke
with my son were in anger.

What if I never speak with him?

What if I never tell him
I love him?

I love you.

It willna be today, Sassenach.

Promise me.

I promise.

This war, these battles...

We pay such a heavy price
for freedom.

Surely it'll all be worth it.

I want to believe
it will be, but...

What is it mo nighean donn ?

Do you ever feel a kind of...

an emptiness?

This sort of void
gnawing at you?

For most of my life,
I've been able to ignore it.

In medicine, you have to.

But ye canna now,
because of the battle?

Something feels different
this time.

Ye canna mean death.

Somethin' I've been wonderin'.

If yer father was
a time-traveler,

and yer son is one as well,

and I'm yer great-grandfather

and I'm a traveler too,

d'ye think my father was one?

Oh, what is it now?

Whatever it is,
it canna be worse

than telling someone
the year of their death.

I don't think your father was
a time-traveler...

...but your mother was.

Is.

My mother?

Geillis Duncan.

The murderous witch
that killed her husbands

is my mother?

Why didna you think to tell me
when we were with her?

You made a mockery of me,

watching me talking to her
like an ignorant fool.

I'm sorry.

If it's true,
then who sired me?

The man that arrived at
our door, Dougal MacKenzie,

war chieftain
of Clan MacKenzie.

My mother-in-law knew them

and, well, the whole story.

Why in the name
of all that's holy

would ye no' tell me?

What if you did something

that changed
the course of time?

Something that meant
you and I would never exist?

Then perhaps
we should have left

yer own father to his fate.

Wherever he's gone,

ye said what ye needed
to say to him.

I never got that chance.

It isna right
ye should know more

about a man
than he kens himself.

Buck.

Buck, wait.

Where are you going?

Mebbe I should pay a visit
to my mother and father.

No.

I can't let you do that.

How do you intend to stop me?

You deserve to know the truth,

but I didn't think you'd embark
on some kamikaze mission.

Kami-what now?

We've come to a dead end
in our search.

I may as well do somethin'.

I should never have let you
come with me.

Laying the blame at my door?

Mebbe I'll take it,

because when Dougal MacKenzie
came calling for you

at my mother's house,

he hadna met her yet.

If we hadna come here
to find yer wee lad,

they may never have met,

and I'd never have been born.

Nor you.

Buck, please.

I'm sorry.

I still need your help.

There's one more thing
I need to try.

I can help.

Men will be cut to pieces
out there,

and I have
an obligation to them.

I walked alongside
your colleagues at Saratoga.

And saved countless lives.

Not in here.

And not on my watch.

Dr. Leckie, I implore thee.

I have benefited immeasurably

from implementing
Claire's techniques.

Our colleagues would too,
I'm sure of it.

You have rightly observed,

but there are countless lives
at stake.

I will not put those lives in
the hands of a cunning woman.

Let me guess--
a woman couldn't possibly

have the skill or the knowledge
to become a physician,

nor do you know
of any medical college

that admits the fairer sex.

For good reason, I'm sure.

Claire Fraser is
the most skillful surgeon

I have seen operate.

It does thy patients
great harm, sir,

by not allowing her
to assist us.

And where did you obtain
your training,

Dr. Hunter, that you are so
confident of your own opinion?

In Edinburgh in London,

where I was trained
by my cousin,

John Hunter.

And John Hunter's brother,
accoucheur to the queen.

Very good, sir.

But since I doubt the army
requires a man midwife,

perhaps you should assist
your colleague

with her herbs and potions
rather than--

Dr. Hunter is
a duly appointed surgeon

in the Continental Army.

You cannot keep him out.

Look, there's no time to argue.

Your duty is to the men
who need your help in here.

I'll do triage outside,
deal with whatever I can.

Come on, Rachel.

Something feels
different this time.

Ye canna mean death.

You're right.

It's not death, but...

...maybe it's a fear
of what comes after.

That--that nothing you did
matters.

Somehow it all gets swallowed
into a sort of abyss.

There's so much futility,

entropy.

That's why a warrior
doesna fear it so much.

Because he has a hope

that his death will matter.

Anyone with acute bleeding
will be given first priority.

We'll send them straight
into the church.

As we know,
every minute is valuable.

But our golden hour may
end up becoming

a golden 15 minutes.

We had a system that worked
quite well before, at Saratoga.

Broken bones can wait.

We'll set them here.

And head injuries,
we can put them over there.

And I'll do whatever I can

to try and tip the scales
in our favor.

Rachel?

The Lord says,

"I will give thee
the treasures of darkness."

Thee has helped me to see that
courage in the face of death

is one such treasure.

'Tis one thing
for a soldier to shoot a man

who has his sights set on him,

but another thing for us

to look the angel of death
in the eye

and try to steal
a man's life back from him.

I'm not afraid of death,
Rachel.

What scares me is knowing that

Jamie will go beyond
the call of duty

and may lose his life
because of it.

And thee would be stabbed
through the heart,

but still alive.

I'm afraid Ian would hesitate
to do what must be done

and be killed because of me.

It would be my fault
he was gone,

and I would be left alone
with my principles.

That's the trouble
with all of us.

We're all just doing

what we believe in our hearts
must be done.

Now come on.

Ready?

Who goes there?

I'm a Mohawk scout
allied with the British army.

I bring word directly from
Captain Ezekiel Richardson.

He asks that the English
captain in your custody

be turned over to us.

But why would he do that?

Those were the instructions
that I've been given.

Mm.

Did Richardson send
the agreed payment?

I'm sure you'll be
more than compensated

for your part in this.

Hand it over then.

Bring us the captain first.

Bring the prisoner.

Unchain him.

The payment.

Give me the key
so that I can unchain him.

Oh, I have to find it.

One key is very much
like another,

as are English captains.

He killed two of my men.

Richardson didn't send you.

Let the bastard perish.

No!

My dear boy, thank goodness.

There has been enough bloodshed
for today.

I'll give you your life.

Now go.

You'll regret that one day,
Mohawk.

We have some things
to talk about, you and I.

But let it wait.

As long as you're alive,
everything's all right.

I'm not sure that it is...

...but I'm very glad
to see you.

Your eye.

It's a tale for another time.

The Hessians,
I think they were deserters.

I didn't know.

I fought as hard as I could.

I know you did.

Captain Richardson was
behind everything.

He's using you
as a political pawn

because of who you are,

because of who your family is.

Thank you, truly.

For everything.

I suppose you'll be
wanting to get back

to your new bride now.

She'll be anxious
for your return.

Aye.

Farewell then, Lord John.

And farewell, cousin.

Thank you.

Farewell.

Rachel, here, take him.

Let me see.

You're all right.

You're going to have to go
into the church.

Here, take this man.

Someone here,
help me get this man inside.

I need to get this man
on the table now.

Madam, if you've come inside
to help nurse the men,

you will do so
under my supervision.

He has a sucking chest wound.

If I don't deal with it
immediately, he will die.

Oh, there's no need
for hysterics.

Something's obviously
exploded near him.

Eardrums likely burst,
that's all.

Inhaled a bit of smoke
and his nerves have gone.

His chest is filling with air.

It'll crush his lungs.

What are you doing?

Just let--madam.

No, don't--what--

Dr. Hunter, soak a cloth
in saline for me, please.

Once he's more comfortable,

I'll clean his face
of the soot.

I hope you have some lard
to apply to the burn.

I have a jar of sweet oil.

Very well.

But the wound itself should be
left to the elements.

Under normal circumstances,
I would agree with you.

But a burn of that severity

needs to be dressed
to prevent infection.

Thank you.

You're contradicting me.

Yes. You're wrong.

I, madam, am a diplomate

of the Medical College
of Philadelphia.

I congratulate you,
but you're still wrong.

Would you like me
to explain the procedure?

No.

Thank you.

I have work to do.

Ye're right.

I would have regretted it.

No need for airs and graces
any longer.

I think Mac the groom
would approve of me

carrying my own tack,
don't you?

Careful.

Not so fast.

You'll be sick.

Must you really
speak to me like that?

My regard is only
for your well-being.

And keeping that
dreadful secret from me,

I suppose that was
for my well-being too?

Keeping all of this
from you was a burden

that weighed heavily upon me.

But I sincerely believe
that I am always--

was always doing
what is best for you.

Funny.

I was raised to believe
that honesty is at the heart

of all that's decent in a man.

If you allow me to explain--

You had time enough to do that.

If I hadn't come face to face
with the damn fellow

in Philadelphia,
you'd never have told me.

- William!
- William who?

Ransom?

Ellesmere?

Fraser?

It is certainly not Grey.

You taught me to bear my name

in its entirety with pride.

"A reputation is all
a man ever really has."

That's what you told me.

Who in God's name am I?

You are my son.

You are my son.

And you could have done
a lot worse--

in terms of sires, I mean.

Oh, he was a groom,
for heaven's sake.

James Fraser is an honorable
and courageous man.

Granted, he is a Scot
and a rebel.

He's a damn fine swordsman.

He knows his horses.

And you and he,

you're very much alike.

He's one of the best men
I've ever met.

A traitor?

I would never betray
my king or my country.

"Never" is not a word
to be trifled with, William.

Be careful with it.

Things are not always
so straightforward.

Hello the house.

Welcome back.

"Dear Bree,
something went wrong.

I didn't make it to where
I was supposed to go."

Not exactly how you want
to begin a letter, is it?

I hope I can honor
the last part.

"I'll do whatever it takes

to get our family
back together."

Mm.

What's that?

When Mr. Fraser insists
on helping ye

send yer letter--
and I ken he will--

what are you goin' to give him?

A simple word of thanks
to my mother

for her help when I was unwell.

If I never see her again,

I want to leave her
with somethin',

however small, of me.

Well, here's hoping.

Oh, my God.

"Dear Bree,
something went wrong.

I didn't make it to where
I was supposed to go."

What the hell?

William!

Where have you been?

I'm sorry, I--I didn't mean--

You said you'd protect us!

What is it, Frances?

Where's Jane?

Frances! Frances. Frances.

Tell me what's happened
so that I can help you.

You can't.

Nobody can!

Tell me what's happened.

A cully.

From the brothel?

He was here at the camp,
and he saw Jane.

Major Jenkins.

He was there
when Harkness died,

and he recognized her.

Frances, what did he do?

He said that she killed
Captain Harkness,

called her a depraved whore.

He arrested her
and dragged her away.

Will they hang her?

No.

No, no, no.

No, they can't.

Stay here.

Thanks for coming back with me.

Not just to Lallybroch...

...but to this time.

You have a good heart, Buck.

I'm not a good person.

Why would you say that?

Because of what I did
to my wife.

What did you do to her?

Fell in love wi' her.

I was young, fairly handsome,

and I had a--a way about me
that women liked.

And Morag did like me.

But she was in love
wi' Donald McAlister.

I'd ride out to visit her
family for a cèilidh or two,

and Donald would have
a dram or three too many,

and on one occasion
was found wi' his hand

down Mary Finlay's bodice.

God, the stramash there was.

Mary's brothers laid Donald
out flat.

I found poor wee Morag Gunn

sobbin' behind the cowshed.

So what,
you, uh, comforted her?

More than that.

She was the worst for drink
herself and upset,

and I thought mebbe
she did like me after all.

Two months later,

her father and her brothers
came for me,

and soon, I was a married man.

Oh, I was mad wi' love for her.

But I knew well enough

that it was Donald
she really wanted.

So what then?

Did she forget him?

No.

And I punished her for it.

I took her away from everyone

and everything she loved

to North Carolina.

It brought us nothing
but more unhappiness.

So after all of the um...

trouble at Alamance...

...I brought her home
to Scotland.

I think she'd be best served
if I didna go back.

She'll either have given me
up for dead and married Donald

or gone wi' the bairns
to her father.

So I'll go and tell your wife
what's happened

in case she doesn't get
your letter,

and wi' a bit of luck,
come back to you.

I can't ask you to do that.

It's mebbe the one thing
I can do for my family.

But your Jem,

you know where or when he is,
at least?

Ye're all mine, are ye no'?

My blood.

My sons.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Remember what I told you?

We're gonna have to leave
Esmeralda behind.

No, Mum. She'll be scared.

Don't be silly, Mandy.

It's much scarier
to go through the stones.

But you're not afraid,
are you, Mama?

Oh, not with you two
by my side.

We've done it before,
and we'll do it again.

Daddy isn't
where I thought he was,

but we're gonna find him.

And you're gonna help.

You're gonna feel
for Daddy up here,

the way you feel
each other, okay?

Mandy, here's yours, baby.

Remember, think of Daddy.

Daddy.

No, Mandy, wait!

Wait!

Mandy!

The Redcoats!
The Redcoats are coming!

Get the wounded
to the main camp.

We must leave.

Move! Move!

Come on, lad!

"Do not be afraid,

for I am with thee,"
says the Lord.

You must both leave this place
or come inside.

There are men here
that can't be moved.

The enemy appears
to be coming this way.

This site is being evacuated.

We've received orders
to that effect.

I've commanded
all those who are able,

including Dr. Hunter, to leave
and go back to the main camp.

I'll remain in the church
with my own patients

who are unfit to be moved
for now.

Claire, do not say
that thee will stay.

Rachel, Claire! We must go!

Thee cannot expect us
to leave without thee.

Go with your brother.
He needs you.

He can't leave his patients.

Go.

May the Lord keep thee safe.

Infernal woman,
we are in harm's way.

I too will be leaving
as soon as I'm able,

before the Redcoats reach us,
God willing.

Thank you
for your concern, but--

Must I beg?

I'm doing my best
to ensure your safety.

If you won't go with them,
then at least come inside.

You're a bloody good surgeon.

I can see that.

Thank you for saying that,

but like you, I have
an obligation to these men,

and I will not
leave them here to die.

Well, then, good luck to you,

Dr. Fraser.

General Fraser, more Redcoats
up ahead of us, sir.

How many?

A platoon, sir, I think.

They're near Tennent church.

Wicked devils.

Though surely
they won't fire in a church,

never mind one serving
as a hospital.

Those who are able, follow me.

Everyone else,
mind you compatriots.

Join us as quick as you can.

Go, warn the other officers.

Yes, sir.

Let's move!

Long live the king!

Mistress Fraser.

Lieutenant Bixby.

Shouldn't you be
sheltering inside?

Here.

I couldn't leave these men.

Besides, they shouldn't
bother the wounded,

especially not
in a field hospital.

Here.

General Fraser--
have you heard anything?

I'm sure he'll be close, ma'am.

Don't worry.

The main group is
just behind me.

Surely the worst
should be over by now.

I hope so.

Goin' better since General Lee
was relieved of command

after telling the men
to retreat.

General Washington was furious.

He came up on his horse

and cursed and swore
like the dickens.

Saving your presence, ma'am.

General Fraser, he was there?

Oh, yes.

General Washington turned
to him,

a blazing grin on his face,
and shouted,

"Mr. Fraser, follow me!"

They rode up
along the ridgeline,

gave the command,
and we threw ourselves

at the damned Redcoats.

That's why the bastards
are on the run now.

So then we're winning?

If we carry on
the way we were going,

then yes, I suppose we are.

That should help ease the pain.

Let them go.

They're retreating.

Hopefully that's the last
of them for now.

Thank the Lord.

Sassenach.

Jamie.

...you goddamn monster! Back!

Yankee scum!

On your way,
you bloody bastards!

Stand down!

Long live the king!

Hold your fire!

Hold!

Claire.

Sassenach.

Oh, God.

It hurts.

General?

General!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Hurry!

God, please not her.

Don't tell me she's been shot.

I'm so sorry, sir.

She's not dying.

Can I help, sir?

No, I--he--let him work.

Uh, can you get me
some, uh, lint?

A wad of bandage--anything.

Press hard on that.

I'm very sorry.

There's, uh, little else
I can do for her.

What?

I'm sorry, but the truth is,

there is nothing to be done.

This wound, the ball has
penetrated too deeply.

I'm very sorry, General.

But there will be men
whose lives I can save

- back at the main camp.
- No.

No, you cannot leave.

Again, I'm very sorry.

Good luck to you, ma'am.

May the devil eat your soul
and salt it well first,

you whore!

You called him a whore.

Sassenach.

Water. You need water.

If the wound has--has
perforated the bowel, then...

...intestinal shock

will kill me.

I've seen men die of gut-shot.
It's long and foul.

I willna have ye die
like that, Claire.

I will not.

Please, God,
don't let it be now.

General Fraser,
I have a message.

Go away.

Sir, General Lee sent me
to find you.

He requires that
you attend him at once.

I will not leave.

Bugger Lee.

You must come, sir.

I said I will not leave.
D'ye hear me?

General, you're
needed immediately at the--

- No.
- Those are your--

You see the sky?

Of course.

It's hard to miss.

Aye.

That's a kind of abyss,
is it no'?

And yet were not afraid
to look at it.

True.

There are stars there.

Makes a difference.

But the stars are burning out,

according to the second law
of thermodynamics.

I suppose men can make
all the laws they like...

...but God made hope.

The stars willna burn out...

...and nor will we.

You could be shot for treason!

It's desertion, sir!

Then they'll shoot me
where I stand,

because I will not leave
her side.

Take off your coat.

Sorry, sir?

Take it all off.

Bixby?

Yes, sir.

And the shirt.

Hurry!

Turn around.

Show that to General Lee.

He's in a horrible temper, sir.

I daren't show him--

Go and show that
to General Lee.

Yes, sir.

D-D-Denny.

I need Denny.

Go.

Find Denzell Hunter.

I love you, Sassenach.

The stars willna burn out...

...and nor will we.

Lord, I ken this is your house.

But your angels have
no dominion here.

Do not send them for her.

If you do,
I will not let them take her.

I will not.

Found him, General!

Save her.

The ball could be in the liver.

There's so much blood.

I'm sure thee is right.

I'm gonna find the ball
and remove it.

That was
General Lafayette's aide.

The general was most concerned

to hear that
Claire had been hurt.

He bought some delicacies
to aid in her recovery.

Cheese.

Is that cheese?

Yes, some
terrible-smelling cheese.

Claire.

Roquefort?

Yes, I think
that's what he said.

Denny...

the mold is penicillium.

Make a poultice for after.

I will.

We must begin.

I will do my best by thee.

Do not leave me, Claire.

This time I will beg.

Do not go from me.

Mm...

I won't.

Jamie...

...pray.