All language subtitles for Outlander - 3x02 - Surrender.WEB.STRiFE.en

It is worth more than my life.

Ye're a soldier now.

I will not fail you, milord.

A wife who won't let me touch her.

Admit it. You are using this pregnancy

to keep me at a distance.

- Name?
- James...

Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser.

This man spared my
youngest brother's life,

incurring a bloody great debt of honor.

I doubt he'll live through the journey.

Claire, she's here.

Maybe this really...

Really can be a new beginning.

- Yes.
- For all of us.

Yes.

Jamie, can ye hear me?

Ye've come home

to Lallybroch.

Lallybroch...

- sync and corrections by Mr. C -
- www.addic7ed.com -

_

You're sure it's in the dovecote?

Aye. I saw it with my own eyes.

Followed him here as he was hiding it.

- Put it in one of the nests.
- What if father catches us?

He won't. He's round the back milkin'.

Now shut yer gab.

It's here. I swear.

I swear, you're lyin'.

Ha. Told ye.

It's my father's,
so I get to hold it.

No, you're too young,

and you don't know how it works.

You don't either.

Hey, I've been to war.

I was at Prestonpans.

I killed a filthy redcoat officer.

But ye killed
him with a knife, aye?

And it was bloody.

Aye, bloody.

It's much braver to kill
a man with a knife.

Nothing but flesh and metal between you.

I only wish milord didn't send me home.

I could've fought at Culloden too.

Redcoats. Hide.

Move, cripple.

- Father!
- It's okay, Jamie.

Treat me as you will,
but leave the lad be.

If you trained your mongrels better,

I wouldna need to kick
them to keep them in line.

Keep moving!

Move!

I'm Captain Samuel Lewis,

of His Majesty's Tenth Dragoons.

I'm here for the Dunbonnet.

The Dunbonnet?

Uh, no one here goes by that name.

I should think not, openly.

I have it on good authority
that the notorious traitor

known as Red Jamie is in
concealment nearabouts,

and there's gossip in these parts

about another man called the Dunbonnet.

We dinna get to the village much.

I canna say I've heard that.

No? He's an outlaw

that wears a brown hat

to cover his distinctive red hair.

I surmise that the
Dunbonnet and Red Jamie

are one and the same.

Ye tell a braw tale there, Captain.

James Fraser is your
brother-in-law, is he not?

And this is his clan land?

Oh, it was.

These lands belong to my son now.

We've not seen nor
heard from Jamie Fraser

since he left to fight in the
Rebellion six years ago.

Pardon me, sir, if I don't take
you or your wife's word for it.

I remind you that anyone
who harbors or renders aid

to a Jacobite fugitive
commits high treason

and will be hanged under law.

Man, woman...

or child.

Ye're welcome to search
the house and the grounds

if you please, but
I'll tell you the same

as I told Lieutenant Harding,
Captain Abbot, Major Mercer,

and every other government officer

who comes to command these parts,

ye'll find no sign of my
traitorous brother here.

Nor any follower of the Stuarts.

There is a substantial
reward for information

leading to the capture of Red Jamie,

so if you know of his whereabouts,

you would be wise to turn him over now.

W-w-we canna give you what
we dinna have, Captain.

Very well.

Corporal MacGregor, arrest Mr. Murray.

Perhaps some time in
the garrison's cells

will help him change his mind.

A Scot in a redcoat.

You're the traitor.

You filthy frog-eater.

Mind yer tongue or I'll cut it out.

Fergus, Rabbie, finish milkin'
and mind your chores.

He'll be fine, Mistress.

Court's released him each time
they've seen fit to take him.

There's no reason to think
this time's any different.

That's a damnable shame.
Corporal MacGregor.

Aye, a Lowlander.

Many a MacGregor fought
for the Jacobites,

but a few fought for the
government during the '45.

And now they think
they're better than us,

but what the daft loons
don't realize is,

the British hate them just the same.

Ye... ye scairt
the bowels out of me.

They've taken Ian again.

I foolishly hoped they were through

when two years passed with
no redcoats bedeviling us.

We could go after them, milord.

We could slit their throats in the night

and free Monsieur Murray.

Oh, aye. That's a fine idea.

A deed like that would bring the
whole garrison to Lallybroch

to kill us all, yerself included.

I reckon every new commander

needs to make a name for himself.

Captain Lewis was talking
about the "Dunbonnet."

That's what they've taken
to calling ye now.

Soon enough you'll have
ballads sung in yer honor.

'Tis time to tally the rents.

Ian was just about to
start on the books.

Dinna suppose you could do that for me.

Brother...

Brother!

You ken why I can lie to the
British and feel at peace?

It's because I'm not lyin'.

James Fraser hasna been
here for a long, long time.

Here you go.

Ooh, whee.

There you go.

Now, here's Bunny.

Okay.

Shall we see what "The
Globe" has to say today?

"Ireland Joins the
Roster of Free Nations.

"To the roar of guns

"and the flash of fireworks in the sky,

The Republic of Ireland was born today."

Oh, shh, sweetheart. This
is history in the making.

You'll want to hear this.

"The Republic, free of
British rule, have to..."

Aww, you turned over!

Oh, all by yourself.

- Oh, you turned...
- Hot water cut out

in the middle of my shower.

The boiler must be out again.

What a clever girl you are.

Why? What happened?

She turned over, all by herself.

Oh, isn't it early for
her to be doing that?

Well, Dr. Spock says she
shouldn't be doing it

for at least another month.

Well, what does Dr. Spock know?

Come here, come to Daddy.

Give me a kiss. Oh,
you're so clever. Yeah.

Aww.

- Oh, well...
- Yeah, I should,

uh, go check the boiler.

Mm.

I was careful. Wasn't followed.

Cut back on myself, just
like you taught me.

I want to learn to shoot, milord.

Where'd you get this?

It was hidden in the dovecote.

I want to defend our home.

I need to be ready.

For what?

Uh, our next rebellion.

There will be no next rebellion.

But, milord...

No more fighting.

Just because you're a coward now

doesn't mean I am.

Weapons are outlawed.

Put it back where you found it.

Don't touch it again.

Sir.

Dinna ken ye were expected today.

Came to look at the ledgers.

Oh...

Where's my sister?

Dinna fash.

The bairn had a mind to come early.

Ye'll soon have a new niece or nephew.

The bairn is on the way.

Aye.

A raven!

My granny says that
ravens are messengers of death.

Canna be near the house.

The bairn will die!

Bullet.

Hand me the cloth.

Ye sure that's how it works?

Yes, I watched Murtagh
instructing the soldiers.

I told you never to touch this again.

There was a raven.

We were protecting the bairn.

Sir, ye have a wee nephew.

He's fine and healthy.

What were ye thinkin', Rabbie?

Dinna be causing any more trouble.

I thought I'd call him Ian.

Time we named one after the
man that sired them, eh?

Ye always look braw with
a wee bairn in yer arms.

How long's it been since you've
lain with a woman, Jamie?

Don't...

Janet.

"She's dead."

That's all you ever told me.

I dinna ken how or why.

It's been six years now.

Mary MacNab's still young
enough for bairns.

I couldna run the household without her,

after Mrs. Crook died,

and she's a fine mother to Rabbie.

I won't marry.

Ever again.

It's God's sorrow

ye never had the chance to
bring a child into this...

Maybe the bairn should meet his brother.

There's still time.

Do ye hear me, brother? I just...

I just want you to have some happiness!

Find the weapon.

Yes, Captain.

Jenkins, move!

Where's your mistress?

You three, search
the rooms downstairs.

MacGregor, come with me.

Get that pistol!

- Where's the weapon?
- Weapon?

We... we have no weapons here, Captain.

My scouts heard a shot from
the vicinity of this estate,

so I ask again.

Where are you hiding the weapon?

I canna answer

for what yer scouts heard,

but I'll tell you again,

I dinna know of any weapons here.

We'd never risk such a thing.

I remind you, Madam, that as an officer

in His Majesty's army,

I am obliged to search this house

should I have the slightest suspicion

that the Act of Proscription
has been breached,

and we will continue to do so

until you comply with my request.

Captain, I have cooperated
with every request...

Made by His Majesty's soldiers.

Have you delivered a child, Madam?

Aye.

Where is it?

Should it not be at your breast?

It was a fearsome birth,

and the bairn wasna
breathing when he came.

Ye see...

he was already gone.

Good.

It's one less teutcher
we'll have to deal with.

Hold your tongue, Corporal.

Where's the body?

The midwife took it away
to clean it for burial.

Find the midwife and
have her bring the body.

Sir.

Captain, please, I canna bear it.

Here's the pistol, Captain.

'Tis mine.

Yours?

It belonged to my late husband, Ronald.

It was the only
thing I had left of him,

so I kept it. It gave me comfort.

Mistress Murray knew nothing of it.

And what occasion did
you have to fire it?

I saw a raven land near the house

while milady was delivering her child.

So I shot it dead.

Just one of the foolish

Highland superstitions, sir.

Believing a common bird
can bring ill luck.

But it was too late.

As I told you, the bairn was born dead.

Aye.

I-I'm heart sorry, Mistress.

Should I take her into custody, Captain?

We have the weapon. She's no threat.

But I warn you once more, Madam...

If another violation occurs,

there will be no mercy.

Corporal, if you please!

Thank ye, Mary. Ye did well.

They're gone.

This new captain,

I've seen the look of his eyes.

He's no one to give up.

He'll no stop till ye're hanging
from the end of a rope.

Take a shovel.

Dig a grave in the cemetery,
in case they look.

Claire?

What is it?

I miss my husband.

Go and rot, peg leg.

Half the garrison are
searching to the north,

and the other half are
searching to the south.

It's only a matter of time
until we find Red Jamie.

Then we'll be back for you

and yer whole family.

Aye, well,

it's been a lovely visit, gentlemen.

The brat is
leading us in circles.

I believe is he, sir.

You think you're smart? I
knew you were following me.

But y-you can't trick me, you imbeciles.

Tell us where Red Jamie is.

I know that you know,
you filthy frog-eater.

There's no Red Jamie here.
Leave us alone!

I'll get it out of you,
one way or another.

You're harassing us. We
don't want you around here!

You're all pieces of shit.

Go to hell!

Dirty Scotsman. You
betray your own people.

And the Scots hate you for it.

You'll never be one of them.

Ye brazen wee bastard.

Your face is
as red as your coat!

You fancies!

I'll rip your tongue out!

Filthy redcoats!

You'll pay for those words!

That tongue will
get my boot up your ass!

You morons!

Don't taunt them.

- No women will have you!
- You'll be sorry.

Get back here,
ye filthy urchin!

Run, you fool.

French scum,
we'll string you up.

Canna run from me!

Hold him down!

Go to hell!

No!
Wait, he's just a lad.

Come on, leave him.

If we do nothing, he'll die!

That's an order, Private.

Hold.

Dinna be feart. Fergus, laddie.

I watched milady do this many times.

Yer quick actions saved him, brother.

I should have stopped them.

Then ye'd be dead and so would he.

We'd all be dead.

Oh.

Brother, oh...

Ye all right, ye wee fool?

I'm sorry, milord.

I tried to lead them away from the cave.

Ye did well.

I'm the one who should be sorry.

You remind me...

I have something to fight for.

There you are, milord.

Ah, here.

Does it hurt much?

A bit.

Sometimes it feels warm or scratchy

or hurts like it's still there.

But...

Madame has been most
generous with the whiskey.

Although, you know that I prefer
the taste of French wine.

Do not trouble yourself, milord.

I have been fortunate.

Do you recall the agreement
we made in Paris?

When you hired me to
steal letters for you?

Aye.

You said, should I be arrested

or executed,

you would have Masses
said for me for a year.

And should I lose an ear...

or a hand while doing your service...

That I would support you

for the rest of your life.

You can trust me

to keep that bargain.

I have always trusted you, milord.

I think I'm most lucky.

In one stroke,

I have become a man of leisure, no?

What do you call this again?

It's called Eton mess.

Well, a cheerful
term for a failed pavlova.

Well, it's damn delicious,
whatever you call it.

Maybe you could give Millie the recipe.

I'd be happy to.

Now, Jerry, when was the last time

you saw me bake anything?

If I can't find it in the
frozen section at the A&P,

- we're not having dessert.
- Uh, true.

You know, I knew she
was no Betty Crocker

when I married her, but her talents...

lie elsewhere.

Stop.

Uh, would anyone like more?

- Heck, yeah.
- Twist my arm.

You mind if we kill the bottle?

Uh, it's all yours.

Uh, well, cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Nightcap?

Please.

So which of Millie's
talents do you think

Jerry was referring to?

Well, it's obviously

her encyclopedic knowledge

of the complete works of Shakespeare.

You... are a snob.

You asked the question.

Claire, look at me.

Baby...

Claire, open your eyes.

Why have you stopped?

Y-you... you never used
to close your eyes

when we made love. I don't...

It doesn't mean anything.

I'm enjoying this.

Are you? I...

Of course.

Then why can't you look at me?

Christ, Frank.

If you're not in the mood,
you just had to say.

Claire, when I'm with you,

I'm with you...

But you're with him.

My leg,

it's not there...

As anyone can plainly see,

and yet, it pains me terrible sometimes.

Even wakes me up at night.

Fergus, the lad,

he'll likely feel the same wi' his hand.

Feeling a pain in a part
of ye that's lost...

And that's just a hand.

Claire was yer heart.

I thought perhaps the lad
could use another blanket.

Who did this?

The soldiers,

when they were searching the house.

The redcoats...

They're never gonna stop until
they find the Dunbonnet.

Turn in my own brother?

That way, ye'll
get the reward money.

And they'll not come after ye,

'cause of yer loyalty to the Crown.

To hell with the Crown.

Send word to Captain Lewis.

Tell him...

Tell him you heard from me.

You know when I'll be coming,

and when I do,

they'll be here to arrest me.

They'll know, once and for
all, you owe no allegiance

to Red Jamie.

Christ, man, you'll be hangit!

I'll no risk your lives
for me any longer.

The British are no hanging
Jacobites anymore.

It's likely he'll only be imprisoned.

Only?

Jamie, have ye not seen the
inside of enough prisons

for one lifetime?

Little difference to the
prison I live in now.

Mistress Jenny has sent food.

Do you mind the company?

It would be welcome.

What you did that day,

turning the pistol over
to the redcoats...

It was very brave.

'Twas the only thing I could do.

Thank you for the barbering.

'Twas no bother.

I leave tomorrow.

Take the books back to Lallybroch.

Bury the rest. Stay out of sight.

I'm gonna wash up in the river.

Whose idea was this?

Yours or my sister's?

Did she think I'd change my mind?

- Does it matter?
- No.

It doesn't matter because
it's not gonna happen.

If you won't leave, then I'll have to.

Sir.

Your sister didna ask me
to do what I'm doin'.

I ken well enough what ye're thinking,

for I saw your lady

and how it was between the two of ye.

And it's not my mind

to make ye feel ye've betrayed that.

What I want is to share
something different.

Something less, mayhap...

But something we both need.

Something to keep us whole,

as we move forward in this life.

I've no done this in a very long time.

Neither have I.

You can look at me if you'd like.

Ye're a bonny lass.

It's just something I always do.

Shh-shh-shh...

I threw myself into
my new role as best I could.

But there was still something
missing in my life.

Once, I had thought I was whole.

I'd been able to love a man,

to bear a child,

to heal the sick,

and all these things were
natural parts of me.

But the man I had loved was Jamie,

and for a time,

I had been part of something

greater than myself.

I wanted that again.

That's why I knew, eventually,

I would need to do something more.

Can I help you, miss?

Isn't this the anatomy classroom?

It is. Are you looking for someone?

I have a class about to start.

You must be Dr. Simms.

I am. And you are...

Claire Randall. First year.

Oh, yes,

the Dean informed me there was a woman

in this year's incoming class.

A woman and a negro.

How very... modern of us.

Is this spot taken?

No, it's all yours.

Thanks.

Joe Abernathy.

Claire Randall. Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's begin.

Bunny was wedged behind the bed again.

I think Bree might be trying
to tell us something.

Good night.

Good night.

Jenny.

It's me.

I've come home!

No, Jenny, no!

James Alexander
Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser,

otherwise known as Red Jamie,

you are hereby under
arrest for high treason

against His Majesty King George.

Not my own sister.

- Put him in the irons!
- How could you?

This is yer own fault!

Ye brought this on yerself!

Well done, Madam.

You've done a service to the Crown.

This is blood money!

Ye gave me no choice, brothe!

And I'll never forgive you! Never!

- sync and corrections by Mr. C -
- www.addic7ed.com -