All language subtitles for Outlander.S07E16

Previously...

James Fraser is an honorable,
courageous man.

A traitor.

I would never betray
my king or my country.

Things are not always
so straightforward.

Where's Jane?

Major Jenkins, he said that
she killed Captain Harkness.

He arrested her
and dragged her away.

Dear Bree,

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

What the hell?

- Daddy.
- Mandy, wait!

Mandy!

Claire?

Open the door! Open the door!

Save her.

Jamie, pray.

Twenty-six stabs.
Why twenty-six?

Is there a particular reason?

There are fifty-two cards
in a deck.

Twenty-six red,
twenty-six black.

Perhaps you were
overtaken by rage

or possessed of religious zeal?

My-my readers
will want to know.

Or perhaps the devil
was whispering in my ear.

Did something in your past
lead you to commit

this abominable offense?

You call it abominable.

I call it glorious.

D--you-you understand
you're damned

to hell for all eternity?

Then hell it is.

Do-do you feel no shame?

No regret?

Is that what whoring
has done to you?

Is that why you
stabbed a man to death,

cut his throat as if
he were a hog to slaughter?

My only regret is that
he isn't alive...

...so I could do it again.

You're mocking me, aren't you?

If you are not amenable
to contrition for your crime...

make wise use

of the hours you have left.

Let me put down your story.

Let us know you.

I know you, sir.

I know you want
the sordid details

to sell your broadsheets,

to profit from the misery
of others.

If I had anything to say,
you would be the last person

I would speak to.

I will not give any more
of myself

to any man.

That's a pity.

Because I may well be
the last person

you ever speak to.

I understand you have a sister.

She'll likely read this.

A word of it
will reach her, I'm sure.

Wouldn't you rather
she hear your words...

...than mine?

Eight pints.

That's how much
ye told me the body has.

I wish I could give ye
some of mine.

I've plenty.

You said it was possible,
but...

not in this time.

Somethin' to do with things
in the blood

that might not match.

But surely our blood
would flow...

one into the other.

My blood kens yours
like its own.

Blood of my blood, Sassenach.

That's what we said.

And it is the truth.

I've decided...

...not to die.

Good.

I could, though.

Well, I want to.

This is bloody terrible.

But I know what it...

felt like...

when I thought you were dead.

Co--

I wouldn't do that to you.

Thank you.

I recall ye gave me quite
a tongue-lashing at Saratoga.

Ye called me a vainglorious,

pigheaded, grandstanding Scot.

I suppose I could
do the same now.

Go on.

Do your worst.

I'll have mercy on ye,
Sassenach...

...this time.

Yes, I'll see to it myself, milord.

Very well.

What is it? What's wrong?

I have desperate need
of your help,

a most urgent matter.

There's something
I must ask of you.

Anything.

It concerns a young woman
who's been arrested

under the suspicion of...

murder.

And who is this young woman?

Her name is Jane Pocock.

She was under my protection.

And how did the two
of you become acquainted?

She's a whore.

- But she--
- It doesn't matter.

Did she do it?

Yes.

But there are circumstances.

I wish to go and speak
on her behalf.

I've asked
where she's being held,

but either they don't know
or they won't tell me.

All right.

I'll do what I can.

Wait for me here.

Ian.

Lord John and I found William.

He's safe, Uncle.

- Thank God.
- Ian.

Praise God
thee's returned safely.

Are ye well, mo chridhe?

I am.

But thy aunt--

Claire is wounded.

But Denzell says
she's doing well.

Her fever's lessened,
and she's drinking water.

That's a good sign.

She can walk in a day or two.

She'll be slow and sore,
he said,

but barring any infection,
we've seen the worst of it.

We sent Bixby
to inform my captains

and confided care of my troops
to General Lafayette.

You're not going back
to the army?

No.

Will they accept that?

They're gonna have to.

Apparently, the girl,

Miss Jane Eleanora Pocock,

has signed a confession.

Her only objection
was to the statement

that she stabbed
Captain Harkness 26 times

and then cut his throat--

Twenty-six?

That's not true.
She only stabbed him once.

I'm sorry to say
but once is enough.

She was trying
to save her sister

from being defiled by the man.

Harkness was a depraved sod
who used her--

J-Jane, I mean--

he used her abominably.

I heard him talk of it.

It would have
turned your stomach.

I daresay.

Dangerous clients are a hazard
of that profession.

The madam sold her sister
to the bloody bastard.

He paid for her maidenhead.

Do you love
the young woman, William?

There is something about her.

I can't explain it.

I tried to protect her,
to save her from him.

I bought her for the night.

I-I-I didn't stop to think
that he'd come back.

I-I likely
made things worse for her.

There wouldn't have been a way
of making things any better,

save marrying the girl
or killing Harkness.

And I don't recommend murder

as a way of settling
difficult situations.

It tends to lead
to complications--

though not nearly as many
as marriage.

Where is she?

She's being held
in a meetinghouse

near Colt's Neck.

We're under martial law,
so there will be no trial.

The army will do
as it sees fit.

She will be executed, William.

I'm sorry.

It won't have been
entirely in vain.

She did save her sister.

You think you bloody
know me, don't you?

Yes.

I think I do, William.

Need more water, Sassenach?

Ah, no. Just the opposite.

Oh.

Oh, d'ye need help?

And quickly.

Aye.

Now can you leave the room?

Oh, you've done a great many
worse things for me.

Yes, it's true.

But it's not exactly
helping the matter.

All right. You can let go now.

Aye, aye, and if I do,
ye'll fall on yer face.

Ye ken that very well,
so stop talking

and get on with yer business
now, eh?

No, don't take it away.

I-I want to check
when there's more light

if there's blood in it.

My right kidney is very sore,

and I need to make sure
it's not damaged.

Ah, ye better see it now then.

Or ye'll just fret about it
all night.

Is it bad?

No, it's fine.

It's just...

...I love you.

Then ye're feeling better than.

Don't leave.

Come lie down beside me.

I'm so cold.

Do you know that...

when a female elephant
is dying,

sometimes the male elephant
will try to mate with her?

Either ye're fevered again...

or ye have
some very perverse fancies.

Ye dinna really want me to...?

No, not this minute.

And I'm not dying, either.

Hmm.

The thought just
occurred to me.

Mm.

Since ye're not dying,
maybe that'll do.

Jamie...

can we go home?

Please?

Aye.

I promise.

Soon as ye're feeling
well enough,

I'll take ye home.

Madonna.

Master Raymond.

Were you trying
to leave us again?

I didn't mean to.

I was shot.

It is not time, Madonna.

What are you doing here?

I came to ask... forgiveness.

For what?

Someday you will know.

Jamie?

Have you been here all night?

Where else would I be?

Did you see anyone?

A-a man in-in a hooded cloak?

No.

Are you certain?

There was no one here.

I thought I saw--

I thought I saw Master Raymond.

The apothecary,
the one ye knew in Paris?

When I lost Faith...

when I almost died...

...he was with me.

Maybe that's why
ye dreamt of him.

He said once that
he would see me again...

that we would all
see each other again.

I doubt that day will be today.

Do you think--

when I die...

...do you think I'll see her?

Do you think
I'll see our daughter?

I ken ye will.

It's what makes death
easier to bear.

It's what Murtagh
meant when he said,

"It doesna hurt a bit to die."

What the devil?

Da!

I'm here, son.

Ah!

Ah! Are ye all right?

Are ye hot?

Where the hell have you been?

I've been with Mandy.

Mandy?

What do--what do--
what do you mean?

Brianna!

Ye're here.

- Daddy!
- Come here, baby.

Hi.

Buck, tell me this is real.

Aye, it's real.

I came as soon as I heard.

How are you?

I've been better.

How are you?

And how is your eye?

Let me have a look.

The doctor does not make
a good patient, I see.

The eye is quite good.

You should be resting, my dear.

Dinna be calling her that.

You should be resting,
Mrs. Fraser.

Ian told me ye found William.

I am grateful for it.

There's no need to thank me.

I have a vested interest in
his welfare myself, you know.

How is he faring?

He's on a bit of a fool's
errand at the moment.

Is he in danger?

Only of having
his heart broken,

and I cannot save him
from that.

What brings ye here?

I suppose you think
I've come here to fight you

for the favors of this lady.

I don't.

I doubt you've come here
to continue our discussion

about what transpired
in Philadelphia, either.

Does anything remain
to be said

regarding that
particular discussion?

No.

Good.

Well, that's settled then.

John?

I don't think I ever
properly thanked you

for everything you did for me.

You saved my life.

We saved each other's.

Goodbye, Mrs. Fraser.

I never want to do that again.

It's different on patients
thee does not know.

But surgery on someone
who's family...

...someone thee loves...

...has thee ever
had to do that?

Not surgery, no.

I've had to heal them at times,

but never surgery.

But if I had to...

I hope that I do
as well as you did.

Mr. Fraser.

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

If I didna know any better,
I'd tell you I had.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Just--all the children
are finally safe.

I thought I'd take a moment
to enjoy being here.

Pleased to have you all.

Certainly brings a bit more
life to the old place.

I think it's one
of the most beautiful houses

I've ever seen.

There's something
very special about it.

Built it with my own
hands, stone by stone.

But 'twas the woman
I built it for

who was special.

My late wife, Ellen.

I noticed a portrait
in the hall.

You must miss her very much.

Every day.

And with my son away
at university,

I'm grateful for the company.

Well, my husband and I
truly appreciate

how you've opened up your house
for us, this strangers.

Be not forgetful
to entertain strangers,

for thereby some have
entertained angels unawares.

You--you are only a MacKenzie
by marriage?

Yes.

My Ellen
was a MacKenzie as a maiden.

You remind me of her.

It struck me
the moment I saw you

when you first arrived.

The resemblance is-is striking.

You think so?

I... guess my eyes
are quite like hers.

Aye. But 'tis more than that.

It's-it's is something
I cannae put my finger on.

Coincidence, I'm sure.

I know exactly
what you mean, though.

Sometimes when I feel...
inexplicably close to someone,

I look to find connections
or similarities.

Brian, Brianna.

Or the way my father is equally
as devoted to my mother

as you are to your wife.

You remind me of him--

his good-heartedness,
his strength.

Aye.
I believe you're right, lass.

When Ellen died,
I never changed the locks.

In grief, some folk find a way

to close the door
to their hearts,

but mine is still wide open.

And memories come unbidden,

even after all this time.

So I've--I find myself
hoping to catch

a glimpse of her... somewhere.

Today, I have seen her...
in you.

I'd swear you could have been
a daughter of ours.

And yet it seems
ye're of no relation.

Ah, I guess one thing
we all have in common is,

we're all somebody's daughter
or somebody's son.

True.

Thank you again for everything.

I'm sure the story
of how you helped us

will be told in my family
for a very long time.

Ye're a bragh lass.

Can't get
this bloody thing loose.

Hmm.

Maybe I tied it too tight?

Come here.

Ah.

Ah, maybe I should use my dirk.

Dinna fash.
My aim's not that bad.

I'd only risk stabbing ye
in the arse.

Try it
and I'll scream for Rachel.

Hmm.

William.

Sir?

I need your help.

Tell me then.

I gather
it's a dangerous matter.

Life and death.

If you don't want to,
I'll do it myself.

If you could, lad,
you'd never have come to me.

Wait here.

It's William.

He needs me.

How?

My son has never
asked anything of me.

Go.

Only one guard.

I don't suppose they thought
a whore would have any friends.

What are you doing?

Wee trick my daughter
taught me.

She read in a book.

Girl I met in Wilmington,
Brianna?

My sister?

Aye.

Halt!

Jane!

Jane, it's William.

Get up, Jane.

Jane.

Jane.

A Dhia.

I'm sorry, a bhalaich.

I can't--

I can't leave her like this.

We dinna have much time.

I know.

For her sister.

I wanted to save you, Jane.

Forgive me.

We need to go.

Now!

How is William?

The lassie he went to save

slit her wrists.

God rest her soul.

She has a sister.

William.

This is Frances, Jane's sister.

And this is
Mr. and Mistress Fraser.

Would you like to take
a seat, sweetheart?

Here, a nighean.

This...

...is for you.

Ye can come and live
with us on the Ridge, lass.

I'll take care of ye.

I promise ye'll be safe.

No man'll ever take you
against your will

long as I live.

She--uh... Jane...

I wish to bury her decently.

They won't allow me
to claim her.

I'm not family.

I'm not leaving
until I've seen my sister.

Dinna fash.

I'll take care of it.

The British owe me a favor for
what I did for Simon Fraser.

Thank you.

There is one further favor
that I wish to ask of you.

Aye, of course.

Darling,
would you like to come outside

and get some porridge?

Tell me how I came to be.

I want to know what happened
when you lay with my mother,

what happened that night.

A decent man doesna speak
of such things--

Being who I am, I think
I have a right to know.

No.

No, ye haven't.

But that's not what
ye want to know.

Ye want to know,
did I force yer mother?

I did not.

Ye want to know,
did I love yer mother?

I did not.

Did she love you?

She was very young.

And it was my fault.

I've seen the portraits of my--

...of the Eighth Earl,
her husband.

He was much older
than she was.

I'm not stupid, you know.

Didn't think ye were.

You lay with her
just before her wedding.

Or was it just after?

I would never deceive
another man in his marriage.

Believe that of me, at least.

Everyone said
she was beautiful...

but arrogant,

impulsive, heedless--

She was courageous.

Did they tell ye that at least?

Her family...

...folk that kent her.

She was bold,

curious, confident.

Are you sorry for it?

Are you sorry for it, damn you?

She died because of it.

And I shall feel sorrow
for her death

and do penance for my part
in it until my dying day.

But no.

No.

I am not sorry.

I will never call you father.

The colonel I spoke to said

yer sister's buried here.

Which one is she?

Afraid we don't know, sweetheart.

Jane!

Janey!

Jane!

Where is she?

I'll go.

Will she go to hell
for what she did?

It's a sin.

I think in this case,

God will understand
the circumstances.

She killed that man for me.

Now she's gone.

It's my fault.

You would have done anything
for your sister, wouldn't you?

And she would have done
anything for you.

And she did.

It wasn't your fault.

I can't leave her.

Tell me something, something
you remember about Jane.

You know, memories...

they're the things
that keep people alive.

Our mother used to take us
to see the dragonflies.

Janey used to hold them
on her finger.

I'm quite fond
of dragonflies myself.

She used to let me
touch their wings.

Tell me something else.

She loved the dancing lights...

blue and green in the sky.

Our mother used to say that was

a hundred thousand angels
dancing.

And if you waved at them,

they'd reach down
and carry you up to heaven.

That's beautiful.

You see?

You're not leaving her.

You carry her with you
in your heart...

...wherever you go.

Jamie...

...got these for you.

It's Jane's belongings.

Is that a picture of her?

It's our mother.

May I see it?

Faith.

That's a beautiful name.

Shall we go?

Uncle Jamie and Auntie Claire
are leaving tomorrow

for the Ridge.

Does thee wish to go with them?

I wanted to talk
to you about it.

We're man and wife now.

It's no' only my decision.

I own some land there.

Roger Mac gave it to me
a few years back.

'Twould be hard work--

clearin' fields,
plantin', plowin'.

But farming is-is
mostly peaceful,

bar things like bears
and wild pigs and--

and fire and hailstorms,
I mean.

Ye'd miss your brother.

We can join him with the army.

I could continue as a scout.

I would miss Denzell.

But thee has told me many times

how beautiful it is
in North Carolina.

Is it a place
where we could be happy,

a place where we could
raise our family?

You mean...?

Rollo, come on, old boy.

I promised Auntie Claire
we'd forage for her today.

A Dhia?

Oh, no.

No.

No.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

A charaid.

Oh, Ian.

Beannachd leat, a charaid.

He waited, I think...

until he ken you were here
for me.

I'll need to bury him.
I ken a place.

- I'll be back by mid-afternoon.
- I'll come with thee.

No, you needn't.
It's a long way.

Then we best get started.

I married him as well as thee.

Oh, God.

I thought I might
never see you again.

Aye, me too.

I'm gonna kill Rob Cameron.

It's okay.

We're all right, all of us.

And we're here.

Aye, in 1739.

No, we won't stay,

unless you've taken
a liking to it?

It was cool the kids got to
meet their great-grandfather,

even if he didn't know it.

And Jenny--my auntie
is younger than me.

You know, when I got your note,
I thought for a minute,

if you'd met your father here,
would I meet mine?

Well, that's true.

And Jamie is in this time.

He's away at university,

but he's here.

We could wait for him.

Not so sure that'd be smart.

Mm-hmm.

I wish I'd been able to spend
more time with my father...

...to really talk to him.

I worry that
he didn't make it back,

that he's dead or stuck

in yet another strange time.

I'll probably never know,
will I?

No.

So where do we belong now?

I mean, we have a home,
a life in 1980.

Mm-hmm.

But Mandy's well now.

And I really miss my parents.

So it's not a question
of where we belong...

...it's when.

Doesna seem right to see ye
without your hound, lad.

Rollo was part of the family.

The Ridge won't feel
the same without him.

Aye.

How?

How could you possibly
know that song?

My mother taught it to me.

Packed and ready.

We will see each other again.

Have faith.

What is it, Sassenach?

I think Faith lived.

I think our daughter lived.