All language subtitles for EN_Outlander S01E12 Lallybroch

CLAIRE: Previously...

Yer ring. The key to Lallybroch.

So ye'd know the place
was as much yours as mine.

JAMIE: It was
one day in October,

Captain Randall came
along to our place.

Now, let my sister be.

Your sister?

- (FABRIC RIPS)
- No!

The Duke of
Sandringham has arrived.

I look forward to
helping your husband

to restore his good name.

JAMIE: This is my first real
opportunity to gain a pardon.

Take my rightful place
as Laird of Broch Tuarach.

I was born on October
the 20th in the year 1918.

That's 200 years from now.

I'm from the future.

It's what you
wanted. To go home.

Take me home to Lallybroch.

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

And they just stay
aloft, like birds?

(SNICKERS) Well, no.
Airplane wings are stationary.

They don't flap.

And you've ridden in one.

Yes, several times.

I love flying.

JAMIE: How high can ye fly?

CLAIRE: Well, I
don't know exactly.

Thousands of feet
in the air, certainly.

What? Thousands of feet?

Must have God's own view
of the world from that height.

It's amazing.

Especially the
first time you go up.

I mean, everything you
can see on the ground,

it just falls away,
until it disappears.

How old are you, Sassenach?

I never thought to ask.

- I'm 27.
- Oh.

I always thought you were
about my age or younger.

- Are you disappointed?
- No.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Ah, it's just that when I'm 40,

you'll be 245.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

I think your calculations
are a little off.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

There it is.

Lallybroch.

It's like you
always said it was.

Aye.

- (GROANING)
- (SOBS)

Come.

Come. (CLICKS TONGUE)

CLAIRE: It's behind
you now, Jamie.

It's in the past.

There were rumors.

Dougal told me afterward

that Randall had got
Jenny with a bastard child.

It's rumors.

Aye.

(CRACKS)

RANDALL: You care to see more?

Or would you rather go into the house
and offer me better entertainment?

CLAIRE: Hello.

Hi, my name's Claire.

(CHUCKLES)

Are you playing with the apples?

(GIGGLES)

- What's your name?
- Jamie?

Jenny.

(GASPS EXCITEDLY)

(BOY MURMURS IN BACKGROUND)

Four years and no word?

This is my wee Jamie.

This is your uncle, mo chridhe,
the one you're named after.

Why?

Why would you name him after me?

What's wrong,
a-graidh? Are you ill?

Do you not think I've suffered
enough for what I let happen that

ye must name Randall's
bastard after me,

to be a reproach
as long as I live?

Randall's bastard?

Jack Randall, ye mean?
The Redcoat captain?

Go find Mrs. Crook, my wee lamb.

Correct me,
brother, if I'm wrong,

but I have a strong
impression you're saying that

I played the whore
to Captain Randall?

I'd rather I was
dead in my grave

than see my sister
brought to such...

And whose is this one?

To have you ruin yourself for
me was shame enough, but...

Another one with no
father to give him a name?

We shouldn't have come.

Jamie, perhaps we
should all go inside...

Tell that trollop to keep
her neb out of my business.

She's my wife and you'll
speak of her with respect.

Jamie, please.

Do I have to do what I
did when we were bairns?

Grab ye by the bollocks to make
ye stand still and listen to me?

Are you now trying to shame
me in front of my own wife?

Well, if she's your wife,

I imagine she's more familiar
with your balls than I am.

Don't test me, brother.

Last I saw you,

bloodied and broken,

strung up by yer
wrists in that archway

and then leaving
me to think ye're dead

or certain never
to return again.

And this is how ye come home.

Whose child is the boy?

Mine.

And that one, too.

Ian?

Your brother-in-law.

IAN: It's good to see ye, Jamie.

Ye always knew how
to make an entrance.

We thought you were dead

until we received your
chest from Castle Leoch.

And this would be...

The trollop.

Otherwise known
as Claire Fraser.

- Jenny, I'm...
- A damned fool,

and not a day
wiser in four years.

IAN: Ye drink whiskey?

CLAIRE: I've been known
to have a glass or two.

Today, I'm thinking we'll be
taking more than that, Claire.

Thank you, Ian. Cheers.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTS)

What happened with Randall?

I want to know.

I need to know.

Then I'll tell ye.

Once.

And never again.

Uhh!

After he felled you...

Take my hand.

Take my hand.

JENNY: I went with
him into the house.

He took me up the stairs.

He was talking the whole way
up. I didn't hear a word he said.

My mind was racing
with what to do.

I was just trying
to keep my wits.

He led me into the bedroom.

(SNIFFS)

(EXHALES)

(GAGS)

Shh.

Um.

Look at me.

Ugh!

(GROANS)

(CRYING)

JENNY: He threw me on the bed

and then he stood
there for a minute,

rubbing himself.

I hadn't been with a man then,

but I ken now that
he was trying to...

Make himself ready.

(LAUGHING)

Turn around.

(LAUGHING)

I don't know why.

It was the only thing that
came to my mind to do.

But he didn't like it

when I laughed
and I could see that,

so I laughed some more.

(LAUGHING)

I said turn around,
you Scottish cunt.

(THUD)

JENNY: When I
woke up, he was gone.

And that's the last I
saw of Captain Randall.

Ye satisfied?

Ye see, you were wrong
and I'm expecting an apology.

Well, have I not said as much?

No, you haven't.

She's right. She
deserves an apology.

This is between
my brother and me.

I was just suggesting that he...

Can I see you in
private for a moment?

Excuse us.

I'm your husband.

You mustn't embarrass me in
front of my family and the servants.

You're doing a fine
enough job of that yourself.

And you've a sharp
tongue, Claire.

But there's a time
and a place for it.

And I suppose you'll
be the judge of that?

I need you to trust me here.

This is my family, my land...

My time.

I'm Laird. And you are my Lady.

We should both conduct
ourselves as such.

I'm not the meek
and obedient type.

I don't think anyone would ever
make that mistake, Sassenach.

But then, I don't think anyone would
ever say the same of Colum's wife, either.

- Letitia?
- Aye.

Strong woman. Respected.

Feared even.

But she never crossed her
husband's word in public.

Now, behind closed doors...

Well, let's just say

my uncle dodged his
share of crockery in his time.

Be careful, My Laird.

I have a much better throwing
arm than the fair Letitia.

So, whereabouts
are ye from, Claire?

Oxfordshire, originally.

But I suppose this
is now my home.

Ye're planning on staying, then?

Aye.

Aye, we are.

What about the
price on yer head?

I'm expecting a pardon with the
aid of the Duke of Sandringham.

It hasn't come through yet,
but we're hoping it will soon.

Never thought you'd be
so trusting of the English.

Perhaps I could trouble you
for some warm water to wash?

Been a difficult few days.

- And you mentioned a chest from Leoch?
- IAN: Aye.

It came from a woman
called Mrs. Fitzgibbons.

It's upstairs in the spare room.

Well, since the Laird's staying, he
should have the main bedchamber.

Move our things
to the north room.

No, I wouldn't dream of
putting you out of your room.

Well...

Seeing as it's the
Laird's room, after all,

I'll get the keys.

(JAMIE GRUNTING)

(THUDS)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

You missed the whirlwind.

The what?

The servants.

They tore through
here like dervishes.

I'd barely turned my back,

and they'd cleared away
all of Jenny and Ian's things.

It's almost exactly
how I remember it.

My father always
had a book over there

open at the page he was reading.

Hmm.

And he used to
put his boots here.

Hmm.

And he used to
keep his... Keep his...

- (CLUNK)
- Ah...

His blade.

Oh, it's beautiful.

It's Viking, I think.

Aye. Five-lobed pommel.

Tenth century.

I told you, I was raised
by an archeologist.

I recognize the
patterns on the hilt.

It's a fine example.

I'd hardly tiptoe
in here as a boy,

so sacred was the Laird's room.

But I'd slip in when
he was out at the fields

just to hold it for
a few moments.

Dream of the day
it would be mine.

It is yours now, Jamie.

Ours.

Ours.

And my father,

he built this place, ye ken.

His blood and sweat
are in this stone.

This land.

And now his bones are as well.

They buried him
out in the graveyard

next to my mother
and my brother, Willie.

When was the last time
you saw your father?

It was at Fort William, a week
after I'd been flogged the first time.

- Jamie.
- Father. What are you doing here?

Having a word with
Captain Randall.

Trying to see if
we can get ye out.

I'm sorry for the
whole damn mess.

You left me in charge,
and now Jenny's...

What has happened
is not yer fault.

I know you were flogged.

- I'll be all right.
- Captain Randall is waiting.

No.

This is my son.

Have ye no compassion?

Remember to pray.

And I'll stand by ye,
no matter what happens.

Ye're a braw lad, son.

(GRUNTS)

I just met your father.

He's worried about you.

I'm afraid he was
disappointed when I told him

your charges are of
such a serious nature

that you cannot
be bonded without

a written clearance
from the Duke of Argyll.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The thing is...

Even if he does succeed
in getting such a clearance,

which I doubt,

it would be impossible for
him to make it back in time.

So...

It's a shame that you and I
have got off to such a poor start.

Only a week before,

he'd had me
flogged near to death.

Didn't understand, I couldna
imagine what he was talking about now.

And he bandied words
around for a while.

He likes to do that.

Likes to play with his toys.

But in the end, he was quite
blunt about what he really wanted.

Which was what?

Me.

It's quite simple.

Give over to me,

make free of your body,

and there will be
no second flogging.

And if not...

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well...

(GASPS)

The first stripes were
still raw on my back.

I could scarce bear my shirt

and I felt dizzy
every time I stood up.

The thought of...

Of going through it all again...

Being bound, helpless,

waiting for the next lash...

I had no real idea,
of course, but...

I thought being buggered
would be less painful.

And be over
quicker, most likely.

And he said I'd be set
free the same day, so...

So...

I considered it.

But...

I could still feel my
father's kiss on my cheek.

And thought what
he would think of me...

Not the buggery, he'd not
give that a thought or care, but...

For giving in.

For letting that man break me.

So, I couldn't do it.

(GROANS)

Dougal was there,
at the flogging.

My father, too, though I
didn't know it at the time.

I fell halfway through.

He thought I was dead.

Dougal said he let
out a small sound,

- and dropped liked a rock.
- (GAGS)

And didn't get up again.

I didn't see it.

Didn't see him die.

Didn't see him taken away.

Didn't see him buried.

Never even seen his grave.

Even if you had
given in to Randall,

do you really think it would
have made any difference?

And don't you
think he would have

still had you dragged out
into that yard and flogged you

just for the sick
pleasure it gave him?

I'll never know.

(KNOCKING)

JENNY: How long does
it take a person to dress?

Supper's not going to keep.

(SIGHS)

We should get cleaned up.

Have you ever
run a house before?

No.

IAN: Very good. JAMIE: Aye.

Then ye'll have a lot to learn
about keeping up a place like this.

I would imagine. It
sounds quite challenging.

But I'm a quick study.

Ye'll get your chance.
Quarter day is tomorrow. Aye.

- What is that?
- Ah, well...

It's, like, when we collected
the rents for the MacKenzies.

But here, the tenants
come to us to pay.

And sorely needed, this quarter.

We've had poor harvests
two years running.

We're piling debt upon debt.

Ah, we can talk
about finances later.

Tomorrow will be a time for
celebrating the Laird's return.

Sounds very public.

Isn't that risky?

At least until your
pardon comes through?

- No.
- Our tenants are like family.

Not a man, woman or child

would think about betraying
Jamie to the Redcoats.

At any price.

Of course. That's good to hear.

I'll take a look at the ledgers

- after we've eaten.
- Aye.

Thought you'd want
to visit Father's grave.

Aye.

Tomorrow.

If he were alive, he'd
expect a visit this evening.

If he were alive,

he'd expect me to go over the
ledgers and prepare for quarter day.

Suit yerself then.

Stuffed cabbage, Claire?

- No, thank you.
- Fine.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

Hello.

We're right pleased to
have ye back, my Laird.

We hope you both bide at
home for a good long while now.

As do we, Robert. Thank you.

I brought this small
gift for you, milady.

How lovely, thank you.

It looks delicious.

WOMAN: I brought
these for you, milady.

- Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.

They're beautiful.

How are ye? Good to see ye.

IAN: Jamie?

Should we get started?

Aye.

- Hello.
- (INDISTINCT)

I think it's a boy.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(JAMIE LAUGHING)

- Make yourself at home.
- Aye.

Good to see ye.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

- WOMAN: So, you think it's a boy?
- Yeah, I think so.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Duncan.

- Married now?
- Aye, My Laird.

Duncan, this is but
half of what ye owe.

Apologies, but we lost one of our
cows to sickness two months ago.

Well, ye can settle
up next quarter,

when I'm certain
things will be better.

I appreciate yer
understanding and mercy.

Not mercy at all.

Yer father was a good man,

farmed this land
when I was but a bairn.

Give me that.

I'll not squeeze the last penny
from you when times are hard.

That was my father's
view, mine as well.

(SHOUTING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

Thank ye, My Laird.

Thank ye kindly.

All right, who's next?

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

It's so pretty.

The lavender's great. I'd
like to make an oil from it.

You put it on your
wrists at night, like this.

(INDISTINCT TALKING CONTINUES)

Cheers, boys.

- Ugh!
- Oi.

You put that back, you
cheeky wee bastard!

Excuse me.

I don't believe we've met.

Claire Fraser.
Lady Broch Tuarach.

I ken fine who ye are.

I told ye there'd
be none for you.

There are plenty of bannocks.

They said he'd gone
and married a Sassenach.

That's correct.

Can I be of some assistance?

Boy's just got to learn
to do what he's told.

Maybe I can take him off
your hands for a few minutes.

What for?

So you can enjoy yourself
without having to watch him.

Join your friends.

Just don't be filling his head
with any of that English claptrap.

And you, behave.

It's all right.

Maybe we should
go into the kitchen.

Find you something to eat, okay?

- Ooh.
- Ah.

We can find you something
tastier than bannocks.

What have we here, then?

Jenny...

His father was being
very rough with him.

Is your back sore?

We should get him cleaned
up and something tasty to eat.

Who did that?

Not for you to worry about.

Mrs. Crook will
get you a wee bite.

It was his father. I saw
him beat him outside.

MacNab?

- I remember him.
- Excuse me, Mistress.

M'Laird, will ye
take a drink with me?

- Aye.
- Shouldn't we do something about it?

Jamie?

MAN: Goodnight, My Laird.
Don't ye worry about me.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS)

I've seen elephants sit
down with less impact.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

English, please.

Sassenach.

Now ye're a Scot, ye
should work on yer Gaelic.

Where have you been?

Out with MacNab.

(GRUNTS)

I tried to reason with
him, but in the end,

I had to show him the difference
between abuse and discipline.

With these. Then I said to him,

"Ronald, if I ever see any evidence
of you harming your wee laddie,

"you'll have to answer
to Laird Broch Tuarach."

That's me.

Yes, I know.

Jamie, you reek.

You've actually
seen an elephant?

Yes.

Rode one, too.

Oh. (CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

Ye'll have to tell
me all about it.

(SNORES FAINTLY)

Mmm.

Hair of the dog?

I think I may need
the whole hound.

(DOOR OPENS)

Ian tells me ye didna
collect the rents yesterday.

It's been a hard year,
as ye said yerself.

As Laird, I decided to
give my tenants some ease.

And how easy do ye
suppose yer tenants will be

when the whole estate goes under
because we canna make ends meet?

Perhaps we should postpone
this until he's feeling a little...

And ye've saddled us
with another mouth to feed.

What're ye on about, Jenny?

Rabbie MacNab's father
threw him out thanks to you.

He said if Jamie Fraser
thinks he can be a better father,

he can damn well
pay for his upkeep.

Jenny, he was only
trying to help the boy out.

Clean clothes and bannocks

aren't going to stop the
boy from being beaten.

Do you think life just started

when the two of you
walked through that door?

Rabbie's granny and I were working
on Ronald's sister to take the boy.

Did ye not even consider talkin' to
me before ye pulled our yer fists?

Do ye think that's how Father
would've handled things?

I am the Laird of
this estate now.

And I do not need to discuss
the running of it with my sister.

(SCOFFS)

Begging yer pardon,
Laird Broch Tuarach.

Mrs. Crook.

Yes, My Laird?

This bread tastes like it
was made with pebbles.

The mill's not working properly.

We had to grind
the flour by hand.

What's being done about it?

The Mistress, or Mrs. Murray,

had me send for Davy McAndrews

to fix the mill.

I'll deal with it myself.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

How's it looking?

It'd be a damn sight better
if the wheel were turning.

There must be something
stuck under the sluice.

I'm gonna have to go down,

- see if I can pry it loose.
- What?

But, Jamie...

You'll freeze to death.

Most likely.

At least ye'll be able to serve
decent bannocks at my wake.

Oh! Cack!

Mrs. Crook told me the
stupid fool had come up here.

Jenny, you shouldn't be
chasing around in your condition.

There was no need
for you to come after us.

Aye, there was.

Keep silent. We don't want
them to know you're English.

- Good morrow, ladies.
- Good morrow.

If ye're stopping for a bag of
meal, I'm afraid ye'll be disappointed.

The mill wheel's
not working just now.

Perhaps next time
ye come this way?

Well...

What's amiss, then?

Ye should call yer master back.

He shouldna meddle in
things he doesna understand.

You've no cause
for worry, missus.

The Corporal's father has
a wheat mill in Hampshire.

What he doesn't know about
waterwheels would fit in a shoe.

(MUFFLED) No help for it.

I'll have to go under
and see what's holding it.

Look at that.

I wonder what was stuck in it.

Hey.

A perfectly good shirt.

How on the earth did
that get stuck into the mill?

It's Scotland, sir.

- Ladies.
- Thank ye kindly, sir.

Hiyah!

Jamie!

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

Blessed Michael, defend us!

What the hell were you doing?

Have you not grown up a bit?

Jenny, will ye please turn
around while I try to get out?

Before my cock snaps off.

What the hell was
she doing here?

Heard about the Redcoat patrol.

She was just trying to warn you.

IAN: So you're a
night owl, are ye?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Jenny's up with the lark,

but I've always
been an owl myself.

Is this Jenny?

Aye. Those were her birds.

Any time one was found with
a lame leg or a broken wing,

she'd have it healed
and eating from her hand.

Surprised she has a gentle side?

No, of course not.

Perhaps a little.

She's a Fraser.

Their hearts are as big and soft
as their heads are thick and strong.

It was Jenny who took care of me

after I returned from
France with a stump of wood.

Jamie told me you lost it

while the both of you
were fighting in France.

It doesn't slow me down much.

It aches a wee bit
towards the end of the day.

Have you tried guelder
rose or water pepper?

I've not tried the
water pepper, no.

Well, I'd be happy
to make some for you.

Thank you.

Jamie said you were a healer.

You've seen mangled men before?

Yes, many, unfortunately.

Jamie hadn't.

It shocked him to
see me like this at first.

He tried to hide it, but I knew.

No matter.

He brought me back to Scotland.

And Jenny made me whole again.

- Is that why you married her?
- (CHUCKLES)

Ye think I had any
choice in the matter?

She came up to me
out in the field one day,

while I was mending a fence.

I was covered with muck,

and her, standing there like a
bush covered with butterflies.

She says, well, I dinna ken
exactly what she said, but...

It ended with her
kissing me, and saying,

"Fine, we'll be married
on St. Martin's Day."

And I was still explaining to her
why we couldna do any such thing

when I found myself in
front of a priest saying,

"I take thee, Janet."

(CHUCKLES)

She's an extraordinary
woman, isn't she?

Aye. When she's not being an outright
stubborn-headed, pain-in-the-arse mule.

Frasers.

Once they've dug their heels
in, there's no budging them,

and ye don't want to get between
them when their danders are up.

- How do you manage?
- Well,

ye can tug on their rope

or give them a wee
kick in their backside.

And they might move,

or ye might get
bit for yer trouble.

And then what?

Kick them harder.

(GROANS)

Good. Now I have your attention.

And you're going
to listen to me.

I did not marry the
Laird of Lallybroch.

I married Jamie, but I
haven't seen much of him

since we walked through
the gates of this place.

- That's who I am, now that...
- I am speaking,

and you can talk
when I'm finished.

Your father's dead, Jamie.

But if he were here,

I wager he'd give you a thrashing
for the way you've been acting.

You're trying to be
someone you're not.

And in the process,

you're wrecking the
family that you do have left.

And if you're not careful,
you're going to lose them, too.

(EXHALES)

Jenny.

You gave me a start.

Thought it was a ghost
for a minute, did ye?

- Jamie, I...
- Jenny, I...

Let me speak first, please.

That's the rent
from the tenants.

And I thought perhaps

I could speak to
Rabbie's aunt, so...

Even if she had taken him in,

I don't think it
would have lasted.

She's a frachety woman
with too many bairns as it is.

This is a better place for him.

Father would have
thought so, too.

Aye.

I was wrong not to consult
ye, and I'm sorry for it.

Truly.

I hope to do it
different in future.

I'm the one who's wronged
you and I'm so ashamed.

Of what?

Ever since Father died,

a small, dark part of me
has blamed you for his death.

When they told me what
happened at Fort William,

that Randall flogged ye himself

and that seeing that
is what killed Father,

I thought ye must have done
something to bring it upon yerself.

Shot yer mouth off

or acted without thinking
of the consequences,

as ye have done all yer life.

But then out at the mill pond,

when I saw the
scars on yer back,

scars made by a lash
laid down with such fury...

Dinna fash yerself
about it anymore.

It was me. It's my fault
that Randall beat you so.

- You dinna ken what you're saying.
- But I do.

That day... That day
when Randall came here,

when he took me upstairs,

if I hadn't mocked him that way,

if I'd given him what he wanted,

he wouldn't have
treated you like he did.

- And then Father...
- Cry not.

Don't.

(SOBBING)

I did anger Randall
at Fort William,

and I've spent the past four
years of my life blaming myself

for Father's death
because of it.

- But now ye know better?
- Aye.

(CHUCKLES)

Aye. I do.

I know it's not yer fault.

Nor mine either.

There's a devil in that man
that no one can influence.

The only one responsible
for putting Father in his grave

is Jack Randall.

Aye?

It does trouble me, though,

knowing ye went
with him to save me,

knowing he might harm ye.

I would have gladly
died to spare you.

And if yer life is a suitable
exchange for my honor,

tell me why my honor is not a
suitable exchange for yer life.

Or are ye telling me that I may
not love ye as much as you love me?

Because if ye are, Jamie Fraser,
I'll tell you right now it's not true.

No.

Welcome home,

Laird Broch Tuarach.

Come.

You said "Broch Tuarach"
means "north-facing tower."

Aye.

Well, it's round, it
doesn't have a face.

Well...

The door faces north.

(CHUCKLES)

Frasers.

I'm beginning to feel like...

Like I...

Like I actually belong here.

I knew ye belonged
here, with me,

almost since the first
time I laid eyes on ye.

That's one of the reasons
I agreed to marry you.

Though not the main one.

- Then what was the main one?
- (CHUCKLES)

Because I wanted you more than
I ever wanted anything in my life.

Right from that moment
I fell off the horse

and woke up in the dark
looking up at your face.

Then there was that
long ride together with that

lovely round arse wedged
tight between my thighs,

and that rock-solid head
thumping me in the chest.

That's why you
agreed to marry me,

because of my round arse
and my rock-solid head?

Mm.

I wanted ye from the
first moment I saw ye.

But...

I loved ye

when ye wept in my arms
that first night at Leoch.

But now I...

I wake up every
day, and I find that

I love you more than
I did the day before.

I love you.

MAN: Keep calm now, lad.

With what right did you
come to this house without...

- (TRIGGER COCKS)
- I've heard enough from the likes of you.

Now you stay silent
as a lamb, my friend...

Or this lovely lass is gonna be
scrubbing yer brains off the floor.