All language subtitles for Outlander S01E03 The Way Out.eng

Claire: Previously...

We were in scotland
on our second honeymoon.

I wanted it to be a dream,
but I knew it wasn't.

I was no longer
in the 20th century.

It was like landing
on an alien world

You'd only glimpsed
through a telescope.

Are you following me?

I am but dougal's eyes,
no his heid.

I suspect
you may be an
english spy.

My name is
geillis duncan.

I hope I'll see you tonight
at the hall.

(speaking other language)

He's offering to take
the girl's punishment.

(grunts)

You need not be
scared of me
nor anyone else here

As long as I'm with ye.

You will remain here
as my guest.

You mean as your prisoner,
don't you?

Only if you try to leave.

(door thuds)
(latch clicks)

(folk music playing)

(steam whistle blows)

I contacted
colonel halligan.

He said it might be a week
before he can issue
a new set of orders.

Frank, I don't feel
it's right to use
your connections.

What of these men,
they've no one to
change their orders.

I don't understand
why you would
want to even...

What I want is my husband
at home with me.

But I can't have that
right now.

And if people use
the system to
their own benefit,

Then we might as well
just give up the ship

And start speaking german.

Please, listen to reason,
if not your husband.

Darling,

It will be all right.

I'll be all right.
I'm sure of it.

You have to
trust me on this.

Woe betide the man
that stands between you

And what you set
your mind upon.

And damned if
that stubbornness

Isn't what
I find so attractive
about you.

(whistle blows)

Conductor: All aboard!

(conductor continues
indistinctly)

All aboard!

As they say,
that's my cue.

This is backwards.

I should be
the one leaving
for the front lines.

Welcome to
the 20th century.

Please, don't take
any unnecessary risks

I won't.
I love you.

(steam hisses)

Claire beauchamp randall,

Promise that
you'll return to me.

I will, frank randall.

I promise.

(train whistle blows)

(gasps)

Mrs. Fitz: Bloody hell.

Aye, a bit brisk?

Keeps you clearheaded
and strong though.

I really can wash
and dress myself,
you know.

Oh, I don't mind
helping you.

Such beautiful skin
you have.

I've never seen a woman
past eight or nine

With skin so unmarked
by injury or illness.

Your next husband
will be a lucky man.

What's wrong?
(speaking other language)

Mrs. Fitz,

Can I tell you
something?

Of course you can.

It's about my husband.

He's not dead.

Have you run away
from him?

Was he no
a good man?

No, he's wonderful.

It's just, well...

He hasn't been
born yet.

I don't understand
your meaning.

Mrs. Fitz, I seem to have

Fallen through time.

I was on my
honeymoon in 1945,

200 years from now.

It was samhain,
and I went to
the stone circle

At craigh na dun.

Do you know it?

Aye.

I've heard strange tales.

I touched the stone,
and it...

The world just spun
out of control,

And the next thing
I knew, I was here

In 1743.

I'm not an english spy.

I'm from the future.

It's a lot to
take to mind.

I can hardly
believe it myself.

I don't even know
if I can travel forward
to my own time.

I have to get back
to the stones.

Is it my help
you're asking?

Do you think
the mackenzies
would believe me

If I told them the truth?

Perhaps.

You're fair of eye
and honeyed of tongue,

But I see you now
for what you are.

What?

Be gone, evil demon.

I abjure thee!

No, mrs. Fitz...
I'm a good
christian woman!

I'll not let you
spell me.

Mrs. Fitz, no!
Witch! Witch!

(gasps)

Mrs. Fitz: Oh, aye.

Hundred of mackenzies
will be turning up

In the next few days
for the gathering.

Are you listening to me,
child?

Sorry, what?

Gathering?

I'm not familiar
with that term.

This where
all the mackenzie men

Throughout the highlands
come and plight their oath

To the clan and himself.

Last one was decades ago
when colum was made laird.

I'm fair glad
you're here to handle
the physicking.

I have enough to manage
without dealing
with folks' ailments.

You do well with that.

Dougal and himself
will not forget it.

You'll be in their
good graces,
make no mistake.

Claire: If I could get in
colum and dougal's
good graces,

Perhaps I could win
my release

And begin to make
my way back to frank.

"for headache,

"take ye one ball
of horse dung.

"it is to be
carefully dried."

Medicine and caring
for the people

Of the clan mackenzie
seemed the most logical way

For me to earn their trust,

But in order to do that
without raising suspicion,

I would have to
find a way to apply
20th century medicine

Using only the methods
and equipment available
in the 18th.

"slaters."

(yelps)
(cup clatters)

Woodlice!
Jesus h. Roosevelt christ!

Claire: Alongside the jars
of pigeons' blood, ant eggs,

And powdered human skull...

Whose, I wondered...

There were a number
of herbs and extractions

In beaton's collection
that might actually
be helpful.

(coughs)

(softly) it's okay.

Now, wasn't so bad,
was it?

(laughing)

Claire: My guards began
to spend their time
in the kitchen

While I was
seeing patients.

I told myself this was
a good sign,
a sign of trust,

A feeling they hopefully
would share with dougal.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I could use some help
in the surgery.

The discarded medicines
need to be disposed of.

What are you
two drunkards
still doing

Taking up space
in my kitchen?

If you're not
working here,
be gone with ye.

We're just
following orders

Keeping an eye
on this one.

Oh, and has she been
hiding at the bottom
of your mug

For the past two hours?

(dish shatters)
(gasps)

Oh, shona.

Dinna fash yourself
over this.

Go on home now.

Be with your
other wee bairns.

Carry on working.

Who was that?

Colum's chambermaid.

Is she going
to be all right?

Aye, in time.

Her boy died last night,
wee lindsay macneill.

What happened?

Why did nobody come
and get me?

Oh, miss, what ailed
wee lindsay has
no mortal cure.

He went up
to an eaghais dhubh,
he did.

Where?

The old ruins
of the benedictine
monastery.

Folk hereabout call it
the black kirk.

You think somehow
the ruins killed him?

It was not the ruins,
you daft woman.

It was the demons who roam
free inside the ruins.

Poor wee soul.

Sickly boy on
his best day.

No match for old nick.

The mackenzie requests
your presence
in his chambers,

Mistress beauchamp.

Have you never heard
of a comb, you wee gomeril?

Aw, leave off, auntie.

My nephew,
tammas baxter.

Lindsay macneill was
like a brother to him.

Mackenzie's waiting.

Right.

The medicines
are on the step.
You can't miss them.

Claire: I wished
I had the ability
to treat colum.

It would alleviate
what I knew was
a great deal of pain,

And it would certainly
make colum see me

In a more favorable light.

It'll be a trifle longer
than your standard
frock coat.

Well, you're
hardly standard, now,
are you, my laird?

A one-of-a-kind coat
for a one-of-a-kind man.

I was told
that you're the finest

Tailor in the highlands,

Come fresh from edinburgh.

Well, I thank you,
my laird.

My wife's people
are mackenzies,

And I'm always happy
for a chance to
bring her home.

And did your wife's people
encourage you

To mock your laird?

Mock?

Does not a man's coat

Usually fall just
to the knee?

Yes.
And did

I ask you
for anything different
than that?

Well, no, not explicitly,
but, um, I just thought...

That my legs
should be hidden?

That I have something
to be ashamed of?

I would never presume.

My laird...

Please.

You make me
a standard frock coat

And have it back to me
by tomorrow.

Of course, my laird.

Thank you, my laird.

Thank you.

(door closes)

Do you sew
as well as physick,
mistress beauchamp?

Only flesh, which makes
a rather poor garment,
I'm afraid.

(chuckles)

Just as well,
I called you here
on another matter.

Davy beaton...

He used to massage me.

It made movement easier.

I hoped you would
do the same.

Of course.

(groans)

What's wrong?

Do you find my legs
as repellent

As the tailor does?

No, it's just...

Well, I believe
it'd be more beneficial

If rather than
your legs, I massaged
the base of your spine.

Mmm.

Don't tell me my arse
offends you too.

Moist heat is usually
quite soothing
after a massage.

Is there any
water for boiling
or some clean cloth?

No.

Mrs. Macneill,
my chambermaid,

She lost her son
last night.

She hasn't been in
this morning.

I was very sorry
to hear about her boy.

Aye.

It's satan's work.

The foolish child...

He went up
to the black kirk.

Sometimes I wonder

What I did to
make the devil

Punish me like this.

What, you don't have
demons in oxfordshire,
mistress?

We do,

But we call them scots.

(chuckles)

(grunts)

Sorry, did I hurt you?

(softly) no, no.

On the contrary.

You're easing
the pain considerably.

Gwyllyn the bard,

He'll be singing
in the hall tonight

Before the gathering.

I'd like you to come along
as my guest.

Thank you.

(speaking other language)

(speaking other language)

My brother looks
very well tonight.

He says it's down to you
and your healing touch.

I'm glad I could be
of service.

Aye. Seems that
the feral cat we
picked up on the road

Is trying to pull in
her claws.

What a charming
description.

Hmm.
If you'll excuse me,

I believe I'll have
a better view
from over there.

Hello.

We've not been
properly introduced.
I'm claire beauchamp.

Laoghaire mackenzie.

Cuts quite
the fine figure,
mr. Mactavish.

Aye.

But it's not me
he fancies.

Well, men rarely know
what's best for them.

That's what us
women are for.

Laoghaire.

Mrs. Beauchamp.

Mr. Mactavish.

I was just telling
miss mackenzie

How beautiful
she looked tonight.

Aye.
Aye, she's bonny.

(harp music playing)

(singing in other language)

I don't understand a word,

But it's so beautiful.

Has gwyllyn been
at the castle long?

Aye.

Many years.

I spent a year at leoch
when I was 16 or so.

Gwyllyn was here then.

Colum pays him well.
Has to.

The welshman would be
welcome at any
laird's hearth.

I remember
when you were
here before.

Mmm, do you?

You canna been
much more than
seven or eight yourself.

I doubt I was much
to see then so as to
be remembered.

Well, I do remember,
though.

You were so, I mean,
do you not remember
me from then?

No. No,
I dinna think so.

Still, I wouldna even
be likely to.

A young birkie of 16's
too taken up

With his own grand self
to pay much heed

To what he thinks
are naught

But a rabble
of snot-nosed bairns.

(light whack)

(singing different song)

Mmm.

Colum's rhenish, is it?

It's very good.
Hmm.

I've had two...
Three glasses.

You can have the rest
if you like.

Most folks who drink
with colum

Are under the table
after the second glass.

Are you implying
that I'm intoxicated?

I'd be impressed
if you weren't.

(applause)

This dressing's
been chafing me for days.

Would you mind
helping me with it?
Now?

Well...

(clears throat)
yes, of course.

Take that back,
will you, lass?

(flute music playing)

All right, so let's have
a look at that shoulder.

Uh, I dinna need
your help.

Hmm?

I just thought I should
see you back to surgery

While you could
still walk upright.

(giggles)
oh.

Thank you.

I suppose I did
overindulge slightly.

I should have
known, though.

If it was
really uncomfortable,
I imagine

You would have
just ripped off the
bandages yourself.

Oh, I was afraid to.

Thought I'd get my arse
skelped if I touched it.

Too right.

I am the healer,
after all.
I'm in charge.

Never doubted it.

(chuckles)

Really, though,
if it was bothering you,

You should have told me.

I would have taken it
off for you the other day
at the stables.

No.
I couldna do that
before alec.

Scars.

You don't want alec to know
you've been flogged?

No. No.

Old alec knows
I've been flogged,

But he's not seen it.

To know something
like that is...

Well, it's not the same
as seeing it with
your own eyes.

It's a bit personal,
maybe, is what I mean.

I think if alec were
to see the scars,

He couldna see me anymore
without thinking
of my back.

You don't mind me
seeing your back?

I don't.

You seem to have a knack
for letting me know

You feel sorry for it

Without making me
feel pitiful about it.

Anyway...

I should go.

Wait.

Let me have
a look at that.

It's scabbed
over nicely.

There's no drainage.

Take those bandages off
in a few days.

As you say.

Good night,
mr. Mactavish.

Good night,
mistress beauchamp.

(sighs)

(birds chirping)

Do you never
sit down, woman?

My breakfast's barely
past my gullet.

Walking is good
for digestion.

(sighs)

Claire.

Ah, I'm so glad
you could join me.

Wouldn't have
missed it.

This just keeps
getting worse.

Got stuck walking
with that pompous
windbag father bain.

He plans to
perform an exorcism
on the baxter boy.

(gasps)
hawthorn berries.

You rarely see these
so late in season.

Did you just
say "exorcism?"

Apparently tammas baxter
went to the black kirk

With wee lindsay macneill.

Now the young fool
is seized with
the same evil.

Do you want some?

No.

What is it?

What's wrong with you?

Well, the boy, tammas,
he's mrs. Fitz's nephew.

When you say
"seized with evil,"
what exactly do you mean?

Is he ill?

He's not ill.
He's possessed.

Do you not believe
in demonic possession,
claire?

Do you?

I believe
there are powers
beyond our ken...

Beyond what we can see
and hear and touch.

Demon, fairy, devil,
doesn't matter what name
we put on them.

But you believe
in the powers of magic,

Do you not?

Haven't really
thought much
about it.

Have you never
found yourself
in a situation

That has
no earthly explanation?

You have to admit
it's certainly possible

The boy's actually sick
and not possessed.

And if that's the case,
then perhaps
there's something

You and I can do
to help.

People believe the boy
is possessed, claire.

You challenge that
at your peril.

I'll not go near him,
and neither should you.

Angus: Where are we goin'?

Hey!

Hey, where you goin'?

Colum will not like you
interfering

With the workings
of the spirits.

It's not your place.

I thought that might
change your mind.

A priest once told me
my healing skills

Were a gift from god.

(groans)

My sister has gone
to fetch father bain.

Why is he tied?

In case he gets violent.

(gasping)
the demons, you ken.

Shh.

Tammas, tammas,
I'm here to help.

Are his symptoms similar
to that of the other boy?

Mrs. Fitz:
Aye, much the same.

Wee lindsay was weak
to begin with,

So the devil took him
much faster.

Claire: No fever,

Which meant it probably
wasn't an infection.

Are any of the others ill?

No, all right as rain.

His heart rate was slow
and pupils pinpoints,

A sign of poisoning.

Tammas? Tammas?

What have you
eaten recently?

(groans)
mrs. Fitz:
He's taken nothing

But a bit
of broth in the last day,

And most of that
he brought back up again.

(weakly) nay,
don't come near me.

He sees
the demons even now.

It's all right.
He's just hallucinating.

It's another symptom.

Give me something
to cut these ropes.

No, miss.
I wouldna do that.
(door opens)

I should say not.

What are you doing,
glenna?

Letting a stranger in
at a time like this?

Mistress beauchamp
is a healer
and a good one.

She may be
able to help.

(speaking other language)

Mrs. Baxter,
he needs to be unbound
and fresh air let in.

(speaking other language)

I believe I can ease
his suffering.

Just give me a chance.

(speaking other language)

Best make way now, lass.

Let the father
do his work.

(speaking other language)

(all repeating)

(speaking other language)

(all repeating)

Angus: Did you feel a chill
when you got near him?

A chill?
Well, they say

You can feel
old nick's presence

By the chill in the air.

Sorry to disappoint, no.

He must have been
speaking in tongues, eh?

I'm afraid not.

Well, I heard tell

That wee lindsay
howled in five...

Lazy, fat bastard.

Wait right here.

Claire: I felt sure
mrs. Fitz would let me
examine the boy

After the good father
finished his incantation.

But even if I could
figure out what was
wrong with him,

I might not be able
to do anything about it

With the limited
resources at hand.

(girl giggling)

Good, very good.

You ken how to obey
a man's orders for once.

Move.

(indistinct conversations)

Your lip looks
a little swollen, jamie.

Did you get thumped
by a horse?

Aye.

Swung his head
when I wasn't looking.

That's too bad.

Those fillies
can be dangerous.

Angus: Fillies?

Alec has you working
the fillies now?

Angus: Hey!

What's wrong
with you?
Bit my tongue.

Clumsy dolt.

I best go see
if alec wants
anything else.

Hey, if you're teasing
the lad about laoghaire...

If her father
or colum comes to
know about it,

Young jamie could get
more than a bloodied nose.

Like a wife?

Maybe.

That's not the wife
he should have.

No?

No.

He needs a woman,
not a lassie.

And laoghaire
will be a girl
until she's 50.

I've been around long enough
to ken the difference
very well,

And so do you, mistress.

Claire: I felt
ashamed of the way
I'd teased jamie,

And if I was being
perfectly honest,

I did it because
I was jealous...

Not jealous of laoghaire...

Jealous of their intimacy.

I missed my husband.

(sniffles)

Dougal: Mistress beauchamp.
(sniffling)

Mistress beauchamp,

Are you all right?

(sniffles)
yes, I'm fine.

Thank you.

What can I do for you,
mr. Mackenzie?

I thought you might like
to visit geillis duncan,

The fiscal's wife,

To restock yer shelves
before the gathering.

Yes.
Yes, I would.

I'm going into the village
tomorrow morning.

I'll take you with me
to mistress duncan's.

Geillis: I'd say
you need to lay in

A goodly amount
of white willow bark.

Eases a whiskey headache.

(chuckles)

So is this your doing,

My sudden but
very welcome visit here?

As I told you,

There's many things
in this world

We can't explain.

I heard you made
a visit to the
baxters' after all.

Yes, I got to see

The delightful
father bain
at work.

What a sight that was.

Was the exorcism
successful?

I don't know.

I left before
it was over.

I do know if tammas
were my child,

I wouldn't leave him
to the tender mercies
of that man.

Steer well
clear of him, claire.

There's no mercy
in his bible
or his heart.

He takes the view
that every woman
since eve

Is a born temptress
who should be beaten daily

By her husband
to keep evil at bay.

(sighs)

Sometimes I feel
very much the stranger
in a strange land.

It can't be easy...

Being a sassenach
in the highlands...

Assuming that's
what you mean.

(mob yelling)

What on earth
is going on down there?

Geillis: Huh.

Lad was caught stealing,
most like...

Usually is
with the tanner's lads.

They've brought him
to arthur

To dispense justice.

If his breakfast had agreed
with him this morning,

Lad might have got off
with a whipping.

But since he's most likely
costive or flatulent,

The lad will probably
lose his hand.

For stealing?

That's appalling.
(footsteps approach)

(man grunts)

(moaning)

I need some peppermint,
my dearest.

(moans)

I canna render judgment
with a roiling gut.

Ow.

So you haven't decided
the fate of the boy yet?

Huh? Eh?

This is claire beauchamp
from up at the castle.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

Ah, thank you, my darling.

Ah.

(stomach gurgling)

(farting) ah!

Oh, I believe
it's working already.

(farting continues)
ah, ah...

I don't know what evidence
there is against the boy,
but surely...

He's confessed, actually.

Stole two bannocks
from his employer.

Father bain is arguing
for taking his hand.

Says it's the only way
to save his immortal soul.

But he's just a child.

Surely you're not going
to mutilate him

Just for stealing
a loaf of bread.

Oh, oh, away.

Arthur...

Imagine...

If our own union
had been blessed,

Then how would you feel

If your son
were taken so?

Arthur: Oh.

Surely it was but hunger

That made the lad
take to thievery.

Aye.

Aye.

Can you not find it
in your heart...

...To be merciful,

And you the
soul of justice?

Oh, my sweet,
tender heart.

(chuckles)

Since he's confessed,
I canna let him go,

But perhaps

One hour in the pillory

And one ear nailed.

Uh-huh?

It is you
who are tenderhearted.

(farts)
oh!

I've reached a decision,
father bain.

We seek only justice.

There.

Easily done.

The man has
no notion of guile.

(chuckles)

What does that mean,
one ear nailed?

Nailed to what?

(chuckles)

To the pillory, of course.

(mob yelling)

Better than losing a hand.

(yelling continues)

(screaming)

Father bain:
Now you'll be absolved.

Let's get these herbs
pounded and put them
on to steep.

Then we can
go downstairs

And have
a nice glass of port

And tell each other
all our secrets.

(crowd laughing)

Geillis: You do puzzle me,
claire.

One would think you
don't have pillories
or punishment

Where you come from.

It's different there.

Where,

Oxfordshire?

Wouldn't think things
were so different.

It's not just
oxfordshire.

I had an
unusual childhood.

I was brought up
in lots of places.

Really?

Do tell.

Fascinated to hear
all about it.

(knock at door)

What is it?

In here.

Mistress duncan.

Mistress beauchamp.

Mr. Mactavish.

Dougal was called back
to leoch.

I'm sent to fetch ye.

Brought your cloak
to keep you warm.

Mistress beauchamp
was just about to tell me

Of her unusual upbringing.

I'm sure it's a good story.

Why don't you have a glass
of port and listen in?

More time, I would,
but we should leave,

Or we'll get naught
but scraps for our dinner.

Thank you
for your hospitality,
geillis,

And for these.

We must do it again.

Of course.

Soon.

How much longer
do you think
he'll have to stay there?

He can leave
anytime he wants.

His hour is done.

It's just the lad's
not got up the courage

To tear his ear
from the nail.

You mean he has
to tear himself loose?

Aye.

He's still a bit nervous,

But he'll set his mind
to it soon enough.

Mr. Mactavish,
your fingers,

They're quite strong,
I suppose.

Aye.

Now then, novelli,

Got yourself
in a right swivet,
have you no?

(chuckles)

Yon's no job to be making
heavy weather of.

A wee jouk of the head,
and it's over.

Here, shall I help you?

No, no.

(moaning)

Ah!

(grunts)

Away home.

She'll be all right,

Just doesn't like
the sight of blood.

Thank you.
I know
that was a risk.

You wouldn't expect me
to be less bold

Than a wee sassenach lassie,
now, would you?

Would you be willing
to risk helping me again?

Do you know
the black kirk?

It's so peaceful.

It's not at all
what I expected.

Well, they say
satan's clever.

He'd hardly catch
many unsuspecting souls

If he laid his traps
in bogs and tunnels.

Do you actually
believe demons live
in this place?

Hmm.

Well, I know
wee lindsay and tammas

Are not the first boys
to sicken or die
after a visit up here.

To tell the truth,
visiting the black kirk

And living to tell the tale
is a way to prove
your manhood.

Did it myself,

When I was a lad
with no harm done,

But my own cousin
fell under the spell

And was sick near a week.

You think demons
were responsible?

I'm an educated man,
mistress,

If I may be so bold.

Maybe not as
educated as you,

But I had a tutor,

A good one.

He taught me latin
and greek and such,

Not childhood stories
of fairies, devils,

Waterhorses in lochs.

(both chuckle)

But I am also a highlander,
born and bred,

And I dinna believe
in tempting fate

By making light of
old nick in his
very own kirkyard.

So when you would
come here as a boy to
prove your manhood,

What exactly would you do?

Not much.

Caper about, mostly.

Climb the walls.
(claire chuckles)

Maybe defy
the devil by pissing on
the stones.

You might be lucky
and find some berries

Or wood garlic to eat.

Wood garlic?

And you'd eat it?
Aye.

Can you show me?

Jamie: Oh, I didn't like
the taste of it,

But some folks
find it a treat.

This isn't wood garlic.

It's convallaria majalis,
lily of the valley.

Lily of the valley?

Huh.
I never heard of it.

That's because
it's not native
to scotland.

(sighs)

The monks
that built this place,

Were they from germany
by chance?

Germany?

Prussia, I mean.

Aye.

Of course.

(father bain speaking
other language)

Mrs. Fitz: Mistress,

The poor bairn
is nearly gone.

Satan has
claimed his body.

Father bain can
only hope to save
his immortal soul.

I think I can
save his life.

I think lindsay
and tammas ate this.

This is
lily of the valley,
but it looks

Exactly the same
as wood garlic...

But this is poisonous.

I can give tammas something
to counteract the poison,

But we have to
move quickly.

What blasphemy is this?

Father,
I mean no blasphemy.

I simply...
I am the lord's disciple!

You are not ordained
to drive away the demon.

Now, leave this house
this instant.

The boy's problem
is poison, not a demon.

And if you don't let me
tend to him, he will die.

Let her pass, father.

I will not be ordered
about by a woman.

This boy is
a slave to satan

And must be purged

Or have his soul doomed
to eternal damnation.

This

Is my sister's house,

And my father's
before that,

And we'll decide
what is done
under its roof.

Tend to the boy.

I smell the vapors
of hell on you.

It's a decoction
of belladonna.

Claire: If the
decoction worked,

It would normalize
his heart rate,

Lower his blood pressure,

And bring him back
to consciousness
within moments.

If I was wrong
about the dosage
or the original poison,

It would cause convulsions

And kill the boy
almost as quickly.

(groaning)

(crying)

Tammas.

Ma.

Oh, my boy!

Oh, he's come back to me.
It's a miracle.

It's a miracle, father.

God bless you, mistress.

Satan may like to make
a fool of god,

But god will have
the last word.

I promise you that.

I truly believe father bain
would have preferred

That boy die than
me save him.

Aye.

I don't doubt that.

A man's beliefs
are how he makes
sense of life,

And if you take that away,
what do you have left?

Is it so different
where you come from?

In that regard,
I suppose not.

Well, if it makes you
feel better,

Mrs. Fitz
now calls you...

(speaking other language)

The miracle worker.

(scoffs)
good lord.

(sighs)
at the very least,

I hope I've earned
a measure of trust
from colum.

Aye.

He's taking credit
for bringing you
on as healer

To the mackenzies.

I doubt he'll want
to see you leave
anytime soon.

(sighs)

I'll never get
out of here.

Claire: I almost stayed
in my room.

I had no desire to see
that mixture

Of awe and suspicion
that seemed to follow me
everywhere now.

It only heightened
the feeling of hopelessness

About my situation
that had come
crashing down on me.

I had performed
what has been
called a miracle,

But instead of buying me
my release,

It had tightened my bonds
to this place.

And even if I did get away,
get back to the stones,

I had no guarantee
it would work again,

Whatever it was.

And if it did work,

There was no guarantee
that I would get back home.

Couldn't I just as easily
be hurtled back in time

Yet again to the
middle ages or even
the roman occupation?

What finally brought me
out of my room

Was the oblivion promised
by colum's rhenish.

Over here.
You dinna see
me waving?

Nearly reinjured
my arm.

Stay low and quiet,
or they're likely
to stone us.

(audience muttering)

(singing in other language)

Now this one
is about a man out late

On a fairy hill

On the eve of samhain

Who hears the sound
of a woman singing sad
and plaintive

From the very rocks
of the hill.

"I am a woman of balnain.

"the folk have stolen me
over again,

"the stones seemed to say.

"I stood upon the hill,
and wind did rise,

"and the sound of thunder
rolled across the land.

"I placed my hands
upon the tallest stone

"and traveled
to a far, distant land

"where I lived for a time
among strangers

"who became lovers
and friends.

"but one day,
I saw the moon came out

"and the wind rose
once more.

"so I touched the stones

"and traveled back
to my own land

"and took up again
with the man

"I had left behind."

(applause)

She came back
through the stones?

Aye, she did.

They always do.

Claire: It was a folktale,

Madness to take as fact,

And yet half of what
gwyllyn had described

Had actually happened to me.

Why not the other half,

The part where the woman
returned home?

What had geillis said?

As I told you,

There's many things
in this world
we can't explain.

Claire: My heart
suddenly lightened,

And I knew in that moment

I could no longer wait
for permission
or assistance.

I must escape castle leoch

And get back to the stones
as soon as possible

Or die trying.