All language subtitles for Outlander S01E13 The Watch.eng

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It's the watchmen ye pay
to protect your cattle.

Otherwise they'll steal them themselves.

- Where's Jamie?
- The watch would turn him over

in a minute if they thought
there was profit involved.

There's a chance I... I can get
the price lifted from my head.

As a witness, you can prove my innocence.

- A Redcoat deserter.
- Horrocks?

The man who shot the sergeant

is Captain Jonathan Randall himself.

I canna use Randall's name to clear my own.

Ye bargained for a name,
a name is what ye received.

Word filtered out that
the laird of Lallybroch

had returned with his new bride.

Since the laird's staying, he
should have the main bedchamber.

I wouldn't dream of putting
you out of your room.

Seeing as it's the laird's room after all.

Oh, you stay silent as a lamb, my friend,

or this lovely lass is going to be
scrubbing yer brains off the floor.

♪ 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 ♪

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I hope you kept yer powder dry.

Misfire...

And I’ll ram my pistol down yer gullet.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Taran, put your gun down.

I've found a scoundrel in here, Jenny.

He's lucky I’ve got a steady hand,

or he'd have a ball in his brain by now.

That's no scoundrel, ye fool.

It's my cousin Jamie.

Jamie MacTavish.

Cousin, ye say?

My pardon to you.

You'll understand my caution.

I've never laid eyes on you, MacTavish.

Jamie came for a visit.

Walked in one fine day without warning

and with a wife on his arm.

Jenny and Ian didn't know we were married.

We surprised them.

A sassenach?

For a bride?

Nearly put a gun to his
head myself when I heard.

But we've come to know Claire.

She's a decent woman.

We don't mind her English-ness so much.

Pleased to make yer acquaintance, mistress.

I'm Taran MacQuarrie.

You'll excuse my confusion.

I thought yer husband was
intending to rob the place.

No, Taran, we like to
leave the robbing to you.

MacQuarrie.

We dinna expect ye till next month.

Aye, that was the plan.

But I was pining for Jenny's rabbit stew.

I, uh... I took that sword
of yours to the smithy.

Had the nicks ground off the blade

and polished off the rust
with a bit of whale oil.

Ye needn't have troubled yerself.

It was no trouble.

It's better than new.

Aye.

You're welcome.

So...

My stomach's rumbling like thunder.

Jenny, how about ye put
some supper on the fire?

Ye know yer way to the dining room, lads.

I do indeed.

- MacQuarrie's come.
- Let's get supper ready.

Are you daft, sister?

Welcoming the watch into our home.

Agh, hold yer tongue.

It's not like we had a choice, now, is it?

It's only for a couple of days.

MacQuarrie's a decent fellow.

Oh, and ye fixed his sword for him.

Maybe you'd like to
polish his boots as well.

I did the man a favor, that's all.

They're criminals, out
to line their own pockets.

The money we pay is for protection

from the Redcoats and other raiding clans.

They look out for us,
Jamie, and our tenants.

And what about the price on my head?

If the watch knew, they'd turn me over

to the Redcoats in a heartbeat.

That's why we're going
to fill their bellies,

give them a place to
sleep, and you, cousin,

are going to keep yer wits about ye

until they've moved on.

How often do these men come around?

Every few months, for
nigh on two years now.

I never would have agreed to this.

But you weren't here, now,
were you, Jamie MacTavish?

Keep your voices down.

Do you want them to hear you?

Jamie...

You think it hasn't taken
its toll on Jenny and me?

Well, it has.

But it was our burden to bear.

If you've got a better idea, let's hear it.

- Ah!
- Jenny?

- Breathe, relax.
- Here, let's get you a seat.

- Is it the bairn?
- Aye.

Kicks like a mule on fire.

Just listen to your sister.

Tread lightly and don't provoke them.

Oh, burns like a torch going down, aye?

As long as it wets my thrapple.

Aye, Jenny hides the good
stuff away when we come.

Along with Ian's fine tobacco.

Do ye blame me?

You're a quiet one. Where
are you from, MacTavish?

Na h-innse gall.

Aye, ye don't sound like an islander.

Well, Jamie spent time in France

fighting with the french army with Ian.

Perhaps that's what's
influenced his accent.

Did ye, now?

I did some soldiering myself
with the french in Austria.

Were ye posted in Spain with Ian?

Aye.

Aye, the border mostly.

We got separated during a battle.

I thought he'd died on the field.

- Hmm.
- That was Silesia in '40.

He spent the next three weeks
convalescing in a brothel.

In a hospital. Thank ye, Mr. MacTavish.

Now, I was in Silesia in
'42 when they stormed Prague.

We took that fortress
before Francis Stephen

knew what hit him.

"Never be taken alive."

How daring.

There's nothing like charging into the guns

after that first volley before the enemies

- get a chance to reload.
- Aye.

And a sword to the head puts
a good end to the second.

So you're an old colleague.

Curious...

'Cause I’ve traded a
lot of army tales with Ian,

and he's never mentioned you.

- I'm sure I must have.
- No, I’m sure you didn't.

If you two weren't so deep into the drink,

I’m sure you'd remember.

Here's to a long life and a merry one,

a quick death and an easy one,

a pretty girl and an honest one,

a stiff whiskey and another one.

Aye.

- How long are you staying?
- A few days.

I have a few more men arriving tomorrow.

We are planning something big.

I'll tell you about it
after if you're interested.

In the meantime, one of my
horses has turned up lame.

Needs shoeing.

I'll need to see the smithy in the morning.

I'll take a look at him for ye.

- I'm good with horses.
- Aye.

And we wouldn't want anything
to keep ye from yer travels.

I'll take ye up on yer offer.

Our compliments to the cook.

But if I take another bite,
I’ll be sleeping in the mud pen

with the swine.

There are extra blankets
for ye in the south cottage

and fresh hay.

I see ye helped yerself to Ian's tobacco.

Fine tobacco it is...

Too fine for the likes of you.

Yeah, shh.

Rabbie.

Fetch me the pincers, a bhalaich.

Gun dail.

An abscess.

No wonder he turned up lame.

When was the last time you had him shod?

Just get it mended.

Fire!

Fire!

I'll pish on it for ye.

Fire!

Fire!

Aye. More.

Fire!

This family's taken ye in,

given ye food, shelter.

You might want to show some gratitude.

And you might want to remember
who has the pistol here.

Stand down!

Stand down!

All of ye.

Go on, get out of here. Go on!

My apologies for the stramash.

They're good lads. They're
just a wee bit coarse.

And they didna have the
army like we did, aye.

I'm trying to school them.

Good luck to ye.

You know, I could use a man like you,

not just a Bonnie fighter...

A warrior.

I've done enough fighting in my life.

I'm settled now.

You let me know if ye change yer mind.

Bhrain! Lucais!

It's about time.

Beginning to think ye
weren't gonna grace us

with your presence, Mr. Horrocks.

You two lads know each other?

I thought so.

But you tom-faced Scots
all look the same to me.

Let's get a drink.

But he knows there's a price on your head.

Aye.

Traitor to the British.

He's got no problem
robbing and killing Scots.

He won't stay quiet for long.

Why would he stay quiet at all?

Surely there must be something he wants.

Lallybroch was the one
place I thought we'd be safe.

I should never have come home.

Don't say that.

Whatever happens, we'll handle it...

No matter the cost.

Now, you see here?

The Chisholm land borders
the Fraser's land to the west,

and the Chisholm rent
party will be traveling

through this pass tomorrow.

Our best shot's Lochaber
Bridge, a day's ride.

We take 'em just after
they cross under the bridge.

That's a fine spot for an ambush.

And they'll be flush, ye say?

- Aye.
- Ah, their sacks will be

the fullest with coin and goods.

After this, we've got the mending.

Ye any good with a needle?

Well, I’ve stitched
more wounds than clothes,

but I’ll give it a whirl.

Oh!

Jamie, have ye no sense?

Look what you've done
to your auntie's skirt.

- It's all right.
- I don't mind.

Well, I mind. Mrs. Crook.

I'll take him back to the house

for a bit of bread and honey.

Be nice to get some chores done

without a bairn under my feet.

Some days I can scarce
go to the privy alone.

But soon he'll have a
wee brother to play with.

How do you know it's not a sister?

Well, I’ve had no morning sickness

and a taste for salty food,
and I’m carrying low,

same as wee Jamie.

It's a boy, all right.

You have siblings?

No, I’m an only child.

Well, it's good for a
man to have a brother.

Jamie was only eight when
we lost Willie to smallpox.

He said Ian's been like a brother to him.

Aye, he is.

The two of them were like
one after Willie died,

especially in a fight.

Auld John, Ian's father, used to tell Ian

his job was to guard
his chief's weaker side.

And he did.

When Jamie and Ian stood
shoulder to shoulder,

there was no one who could
take the pair of them down.

Jenny...

What's wrong?

My waters have broken.

Looks like this laddie's on his way.

- All right.
- Let's get you inside.

Jenny...

It feels to me that this baby is breech.

Well...

He's in the wrong position.

The head should be down
here, but it's still up here.

He's a footling, then?

Yes, I suppose.

We're going to have to turn him.

I'm going to need you to lie on your side,

and then I’ll have to palpate the belly.

Here.

You know about babies and such, then?

I've seen childbirth.

You've not yet been with
child yourself, then?

No, I haven't.

Grannie MacNab says ye should drink a tea

of raspberry leaves and
rosehips when the moon is waxing.

That and a bit of lady's mantle

wi' a raw egg beaten up in it.

It's not working, is it?

No, it isn't.

He's determined to land on his feet.

- He's a stubborn one.
- Definitely has Fraser in him.

We should go get Ian. He
should know what's going on.

I'll not tell him anything
and neither will you.

No point in worrying the man.

Tell him the bairn's
coming... Nothing else.

Making yourself comfortable?

I was wondering when you'd seek me out?

We have a lot to talk about.

Then let's talk.

This...

This is all yours.

Isn't it?

Yeah, I saw the name
Fraser carved in the lintel.

Who's Jenny to ye?

Very well. Don't tell me.

She's bonny.

So's your bride.

Yeah.

They speak about the luck o' the Irish.

But you, Jamie Fraser,

- you're the lucky man.
- What do you want, Horrocks?

To sail to the colonies.

Boston, I fancy.

Then go.

Scotland won't miss you.

I'm gonna need money for my venture.

You'll have plenty in
your pockets after the raid

on the rent party.

Ah, it's a start, but not much of one,

not after I divvy the pot with the others.

My thinking was...

Maybe you'd be willing to help a fellow...

Same way as I’m helping
you by keeping my mouth shut.

- For a price, I’m sure.
- You're a canny lad.

But you put up some money now, and I swear,

you'll not see my face again.

How much?

- He's dropped now.
- I can feel it.

- All right.
- We just have to wait.

Tell me what it's like, being pregnant.

Well, it's no romp in the heather.

- Can't you see my face?
- I know. Come on.

Tell me.

Well, uh, in the early days,

it's just a bit like wind in your belly.

Later, you start to feel the child move.

And it's like a fish on
a line, just a quick tug,

and then gone so soon,
you're not sure you felt it.

They sleep for hours at a time.

Sometimes when there's been no movement,

you fear they've died.

And then you try to wake
them, and when they kick again,

well...

You get down on yer knees and
promise god anything he asks

if he'll just keep them safe.

Ooh.

Just breathe.

And towards the end,

when the child moves a lot,

it's a feeling like

when yer man's inside ye.

When he comes to ye deep
and pours himself inside ye

and that throbbing begins...

Feels like that,

only much bigger, like...

Like it's him you've
taken into you instead.

That's what they want sometimes, ye know.

They want to come back.

Mistress?

There's word from the village.

The midwife was called
away to tend to a relative

who's taken ill.

It's all right.

It is possible to deliver a breech baby.

I'm going to have to reach
inside and guide it out.

All right, but you'll be fetching me

a good stiff dram before we start.

In that case, the baby
will likely be drunk too.

Then he'll come into the world a true Scot.

All right.

Ever since they got here,

ye have the look on your
face like you've got a thistle

stuck up your ass. You're provoking them.

They burnt hay we need for winter.

You'd have me turn the other cheek?

That's why you've got
two cheeks, ye limmer.

Jenny hates the very bones of them.

I canna understand why you don't.

MacQuarrie could take more
from the estate than he does.

Just ask the MacIntoshes.
He's been easy on us.

So you're boon companions with him.

Aye, so I am.

And if you want to ken the truth of it,

I look forward to his visits...

To drink whiskey with a man
who doesna look on me with pity,

as if I’m some lame cur.

Maybe I favor him because he's a soldier

or because...

Because he reminds me of you.

And because he protects
us from the Redcoats.

He pays them to stay
away, and when they don't,

he fights them.

Ye pay one devil to
protect ye from another.

I'm not proud of it, but there it is.

What happened here with
Jenny never will again.

But no man can stand up to
that monster Randall alone,

not you, not me.

It takes an army.

The watch is our army now.

What's the matter?

That new man, Horrocks...

I've met him before.

He knows about the price on my head.

He wants money to keep quiet.

What are you going to do?

I dinna ken.

Jenny told me about a
small sum your father left.

It's ferreted away in a nook in the Broch.

- I canna use that money.
- Half of it's yours by right.

If Jenny knew about this, she'd want...

She doesn't know about it.

And I want it kept that way.

I won't be taking that money.

Yes, ye will.

It's what she would want.

It's what I want.

That money was meant for you,

for our sons and daughters.

I wanted to fill this
house with our children,

hand down the good Fraser name.

I've let ye down, Claire.

It's me that's let you down.

Truth is, I may never give you a son

as beautiful as little Jamie.

I don't think I can have children.

I tried before I met you.

With Frank.

I should have told you
before we were married,

but...

I never counted on loving you...

Much less having children with you.

I'm so sorry.

Perhaps it's for the best.

There's... there's so many
things that can go wrong.

I wouldn't want anything to happen to ye...

Or for ye to suffer.

- I wouldn't mind the pain.
- I would.

I can bear pain myself, but...

I couldna bear yours.

That would take more strength than I have.

I shouldna keep you from Jenny.

Of course.

Don't worry. She'll be fine.

I'll make sure of it.

Oh. Ho-ho.

I must thank ye.

You've been generous.

- Then we're done here.
- Yeah.

There's just one small concern.

- I thought there might be.
- This is enough

for safe passage to the colonies.

But then there's the matter of
making a living when I’m there...

I'll buy a small shop, start a business.

I hear Boston's an expensive city.

That's everything I have.

But you're the laird.

Surely you can raise the
rents of your tenants, huh?

Sell off livestock or land?

This is clan land.

Belonged to my family
for hundreds of years.

More's the pity if you lost it, then.

You must be deep in the
drink to say such a thing.

Ah, an Irishman’s never drunk

as long as he can hold
on to one blade of grass

and not fall off the face of the earth.

I do partake from time to
time, and my tongue gets loose.

Who knows what I might say?

I'm a danger to myself...

And others...

Like your kith and kin.

You leave my kin out of this.

The British army don't take kindly

to those who harbor outlaws.

Prison's no place for decent folk.

I'm sure you'd agree.

I thought I killed my last man in the war.

I'm grateful.

Well if ye hadn't done it,
I would've done it myself.

The man was an absconder,
a traitor, and a thief.

He wasna worthy of the watch

nor even a Redcoat.

Let's bury the bastard,

which is more than he deserves.

Wipe the blood off first.

Ian.

Remember...

We used to argue which
was the bigger sin...

Fornication or killing...

And worry whether we would go to hell.

Well, if you're going to hell,

I might as well go too.

God knows you'll never manage alone.

Go get the shovel.

Take this.

My fingers are swelling up like sausages.

Ye can put it in the jewelry box

I keep it hidden in the drawer
when the watch is around.

Our brother Willie carved that for Jamie

for his fifth birthday.

Found it recently. I
meant to give it to him.

"Sawny."

It's a pet name.

It's a play on the Gaelic
for his second name...

Alexander.

It's what Willie used to call Jamie.

I know he'd want him to have it.

Willie's buried out there...

Next to my mother.

She died two years after he did,

in childbirth.

Give it to Jamie for me.

You give it to him yourself.

- Woman!
- Quit yer scriechin'!

Yer wife's howling like she's
giving birth to a harpsichord.

I think we've used a bit
more of your hay than usual.

Buy some extra, in case
ye run short in the winter.

Ye know, we haven't seen
Horrocks since supper.

No.

Neither have I.

Ah, he'll turn up...

Irish pogue.

He'd better...

'Cause we leave for Lochaber tomorrow.

- Ah!
- Hey, lads.

Tomorrow, aye.

How's Jenny?

The babbie's taking its own sweet time.

But she's coming along.

Well, there's still no sign
of our friend Mr. Horrocks...

Which is a wee bit of a puzzle.

It is a puzzle.

Well, his horse is just outside,

so he can't have gone far,

given that the man would
barely walk ten steps to pish,

much less wander away.

Now...

I have a fair knowledge of mathematics.

Three men go out,

two men come in.

If I add to that the fact
that you two knew each other

and you hid it from me...

That doesn't tally up.

I don't get yer meaning.

Why'd you kill him?

- Let me explain.
- I'm a wanted man.

There's a price on my head...

Ten pounds sterling...

Likely twice that now.

Horrocks knew it.

He threatened me and my family.

So...

I ran him through.

Good.

I never liked the Irish bastard.

If ever a man needed killing, it was him.

We're raiding the Chisholms today,

and now I’m a man short.

And I could do with a tall, strong Scotsman

who's swift with a sword.

So, unless you're prepared
to dig seven graves,

including your own...

I'll ride with ye...

This once.

- I'm coming too.
- No, you're not.

Oh, if he wants to come, let him come.

He's got two hands. He can hold a gun.

I'll have you both.

Watch your back.

He could still turn you in for the reward

after you've served his purpose.

I don't think he will,
but I’m going with him.

You should stay.

Jenny needs her husband here with her.

What I need is my brother home safe.

I lost him once already.

And Claire's here, so
off with the both of ye.

But haste ye back, Ian Murray.

Your newborn son will
be waiting to meet ye.

Jenny found this, asked
me to give it to you.

Sawny.

I haven't seen him for a long time.

You heard your sister.

Haste ye back or else.

Or else what?

Or else...

I will follow you.

I will drag you back by
your thick, red curls,

and you won't like it one bit.

No...

Sassenach...

I'm sure I wouldn't.

Good being out on the road again, eh?

In the pishing rain.

The road's a dangerous place to live.

Why do ye do it?

Robbing's not an entirely
honorable profession.

I'm a fighter.

I'm good at it.

I grew tired of fighting
for rich dukes and monarchs.

I realized the world was mine.

And money taken is twice
as sweet as money earned.

Here...

That's a souvenir for our last raid.

Open.

"Pale death

"visits with impartial foot

"the cottages of the poor

and the castles of the rich."

These were made for Mary Stuart...

Real barrel of laughs, that one.

You know, I don't mind death

as long as it comes under an open sky.

Myself as well.

This doesn't have to
end after today, ye ken.

We could branch out,

raid the royal tax
wagons, English landowners.

We could go places...

Prussia, Flanders, Saxony.

- Aye.
- Make a name for ourselves.

They'd write songs about us.

You paint a bonny picture, MacQuarrie.

If it wasn't for Claire,

maybe I’d take you up on it.

Ah, we'll talk again
later, when your blood's up

and ye got gold in your pocket.

- Or what?
- You'll turn me over?

To the British?

Never.

I've seen the inside of a jail myself...

The tollbooth.

I wouldn't wish it on a dog.

I'd shoot you first.

Bridge, just up ahead.

- Come on.
- Tell me you'll look after Ian.

There'll be no need to look after anybody.

Ah, just do as I say, Claire.

Listen, you will get through this.

- Ah, damn you, Claire.
- That's right, damn me.

I can't do this.

- I can't do this.
- Yes... yes, you can.

You've done it before, and
you're going to do it again.

- Oh, get behind me.
- Get behind me.

Oh, Christ almighty.

Oh, bloody hell.

- All right, he's coming.
- He's coming.

All right, here we go.

- Hold up.
- Hold it right there.

Aye.

When are the Chisholms due to pass?

Just shy of sundown.

Horrocks said they're going
to be coming from the east.

I'll go up there and stop them,

just as they're crossing the bridge.

Aye.

You say what you like about Horrocks.

Scunner knew how to pick the
perfect spot for an ambush.

- Let's get in yer positions.
- Horrocks was right.

With the high walls and the dense cover...

There's no way out.

Jamie!

Fire!

Back!

Fire!

Oh.

Congratulations. Mm.

Your bonny little lass
just landed on her feet.

A lass, ye say?

Crivvens.

Three days,

and still no sign of Jamie or Ian.

Every day I sat on the
steps and stared at the road,

as if I could will them to appear.

She had us well fooled, didn't she?

Little Margaret Ellen Murray.

She certainly did.

'Twas my grandmother's name.

Maggie...

It suits her.

Wee Jamie may favor Ian,

but this little one,

mm, she's got the Fraser eyes.

Here, Mrs. Crook will
put her down for a nap.

- Mrs. Crook.
- Yes, mistress?

Shh, shh, shh.

Ye look good with a wee-yin in yer arms.

You'll be holding yer own soon enough.

Don't know that I will.

Listen to me, Claire Fraser.

Every day for four years,
I stared at that very road.

He will come home. He always does.

These...

Belonged to my mother.

You're tall and queenly, like she was.

The lady of Lallybroch should have them.

They're gorgeous.

Really, they are.

So very...

Unique.

Someone gave them to her as a wedding gift.

She never would say who.

My father used to tease
her about her admirer,

but she just smiled like a cat
that's had cream for its supper.

Ian, you're hurt.

I'm all right.

I lost my horse and my leg in the fight.

- Where's Jamie?
- Ah.

We were ambushed.

The Redcoats were waiting.
They knew we were coming.

Horrocks... that dirty bastard
must've cut a deal with them.

I don't understand.

Delivering the watch to buy his freedom.

The other lads were killed outright.

I fetched Murray home.

'Twas the least I could do.

Where is Jamie?

MacQuarrie was wounded.

Jamie wouldn't leave him behind.

- Was Jamie hurt?
- Not that I saw.

But they took him.

The Redcoats have him.

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