All language subtitles for EN_Outlander.S01E13.The.Watch

Previously...

It's the watch.

Men you 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 to get
the price lifted from my head.

There's a witness who
can prove my innocence.

A Redcoat deserter.

Horrocks?

The man who shot the Sergeant
was Captain Jonathan Randall himself.

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

You bargained for a name.
A name is what you received.

Word filtered out that
the Laird of Lallybroch

had returned with his new bride.

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

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

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

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

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

I hope you kept yer powder dry.

Misfire,

and I'll ram that
pistol down yer gullet.

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

Taran, put yer 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,
you fool. That's my cousin.

Jamie.

Jamie MacTavish.

Cousin, you 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 you till next month.

Aye, that was the plan.

But I was pining for
Jenny's rabbit stew.

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.

You needn't have
troubled yerself.

It was no trouble.

- Looks better than new.
- Aye.

You're welcome.

So, my stomach's
rumbling like thunder.

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

You 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.

And you 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 you

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.

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 you blame me?

You're a quiet one.

Where are you from, MacTavish?

Na h-Innse Gall.

Aye, you 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 you, now?

I did some soldiering myself
with the French in Austria.

Were you 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
you, 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
afterward 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.
- Aye.

I'll take a look at him for you.

- I'm good with horses.
- Aye.

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

I'll take you 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 you in the south cottage,

and fresh hay.

I see you helped
yerself to Ian's tobacco.

Fine tobacco it is.

Too fine for the likes of you.

Yeah, shh.

Rabbie, pass me the
pincers, a bhalaich.

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 you.

Fire!

Fire!

Aye. More.

Fire!

This family's taken you in,

given you 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 you.

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 dinna have
the army like we did, aye.

I'm trying to school them.

Good luck to you.

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
you change yer mind.

Bhrain! Lucais!

It's about time.

I was beginning to think
you 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 them just after
they cross under the bridge.

That's a fine spot
for an ambush.

And they'll be flush, you say?

Aye.

Their sacks will be the
fullest with coin and goods.

After this, we've
got the mending.

You any good with a needle?

Well, I've stitched more
wounds than clothes,

but I'll give it a whirl.

Oh.

Jamie, have you 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.

Old 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
with 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 yerself 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 you?

Very well. Don't tell me.

She's bonny.

So's your bride.

Yeah. They speak
about the luck of 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.

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 yer 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...

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 you.

When he comes to you deep

and pours himself inside
you 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, you 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,
you have the look on your face

like you've got a thistle
stuck up your arse.

You're provoking them.

They burned hay
we need for winter.

You'd have me
turn the other cheek?

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

You pay one devil to
protect you 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 doesn't know about it.

And I want it kept that way.

- I won't be taking that money.
- Yes, you 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 you down, Claire.

It's me that's let you down.

The 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 you.

Or for you 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 you.

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.

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.

It's 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,

he'll 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.

Although if you 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.

You 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.

I 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 screeching!

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

Oh, ho!

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

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

You 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 10 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 you.

This once.

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

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 you.

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.

And I'm good at it.

I grew tired of fighting for
rich dukes and monarchs.

I realized the world is mine.

And money taken is twice
as sweet as money earned.

Here, that's a souvenir
from our last raid.

Open it.

"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.

We'll talk again later,

when your blood's up and
you've 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 Tolbooth.

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.

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.

Get behind me. Get behind me.

Christ almighty.

Oh, bloody hell.

All right, he's coming.

He's coming.

All right, here we go.

Hold up. Hold up 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 can 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!

Fire!

Fire!

Congratulations.

Hmm.

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,

she's got the Fraser eyes.

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

- Mrs. Crook.
- Yes, mistress?

Shh.

You look good with
a wee yin in yer arms.

You'll be holding
yer own soon enough.

I 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?

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.