All language subtitles for Outlander - 3x07 - Crème de Menthe.WEB.STRiFE.en

Previously...

You live in a brothel?

Is it because you're
such a good customer?

- Monsieur Malcolm.
- Madame Jeanne.

She keeps a... a room for me

'cause I'm often abroad,
attending to business.

Ian Murray, Mistress.

Are you Jenny and Ian Murray's son?

Aye.

I'm your aunt... Claire.

What exactly is the nature

of your work with my husband?

That would be a better
question for Mr. Malcolm.

Do you want to tell me
what it is that you do?

I am a printer.

Printing seditious pamphlets
is no that profitable.

What else have you been doing?

A wee bit of smuggling on the side.

- Smuggling what?
- Whisky.

Seems a trifle light, Mr. Malcolm.

Who the hell are you?

Get out now...

- You come any closer, I'll...
- What? You'll what?

Now I'm not even gonna bed you.

I'm just gonna kill you.

Oh!

Sassenach.

What the devil happened?

Sassenach.

I was downstairs, and I came back.

I found him rummaging
through your things.

He grabbed me,

and I fought him off, but...

It all happened so quickly.

He's breathing!

Sassenach.

Sassenach, what are you thinking?

I can't let him suffer.
I have to do something.

Why? He attacked you.

Because I'm a doctor.

An epidural hematoma.

I'm going to have to
relieve the swelling.

Aye?

- Who is it?
- Me, Milord.

I'm with Madame Jeanne.

Some of the ladies said they heard
a struggle in your bed chamber.

She was defending herself.

Please, help me get him on the bed.

- Who is he?
- I don't know.

Sassenach...

let God take him.

I have to try and save him, Jamie.

You understand?

Please.

- You have some whisky?
- Aye.

Over there.

Ye said he was searching
for something in the room.

Yes, your ledgers.

John Barton.

An exciseman.

This is very bad, Milord.

Aye.

It seems Sir Percival is of the mind

I'm not keeping to our agreement.

What agreement?

He turns a blind eye to the
sale of my illegal liquor

in exchange for a large
portion of the profit.

But our business pursuits have expanded

beyond Edinburgh,

and I havena apprised him of the matter.

You think he has word we've been trading

as far as Dundee and Arbroath?

Aye. Yeah, maybe.

Just yesterday, he attempted
to extort more money from me.

He must have employed this man

to find out where I've
stowed my hidden casks.

So he's a crooked agent
of the Crown, then.

Aye. When this man doesna return,

Sir Percival will come
round looking for him.

That is quite a problem,
Monsieur Malcolm,

considering the casks Sir
Percival is searching for

are hidden in my basement.

Well, not for long.

No harm will befall you on my account.

You have my word.

Allow me to send one of
my more discreet girls

to put, um, everything
in order right away.

- Merci, Madame.
- Please.

Ask her for some hot water and a basin,

and I'll need some surgical implements.

A trephine.

Send her to the barber
surgeon. He'll have one.

- A what?
- Whatever for?

A drill to bore a hole in his skull.

I will see what I can do...

Madame Malcolm.

Thank you.

Gather the lads. I'll inform
them of events shortly.

Aye.

I still have some time.

I'll need to go to the apothecary,

get some laudanum and things.

Will you stay with him until I
come back, in case he wakes?

He doesn't deserve your mercy.

Maybe not.

Once he's recovered, you can turn
him over to the authorities.

I ken ye've jes returned,

so mebbe ye dinna recall

the workings of the law in this time.

But all they'll see is that
you were alone wi' a man

that's not yer husband, in a brothel.

- I'm not a whore.
- Doesna matter.

The City Guard come here,
they'll arrest you

for having assaulted him.

I'll have to hurry.

Stubborn as always.

Well, do as you must.

I've casks to rid myself of.

I'll send a man up to watch over him

while we're gone.

I admire a woman who values
the sanctity of human life.

Then you can be the one to go
up and keep an eye on him.

'Tis weak-minded if ye ask me.

Try kill a man, then heal him.

Only wish that we could kill him.

I've been wantin' to gut a
filthy exciseman for years.

Well, Milady's always
been a unique woman.

Aye.

What about the print shop, Uncle Jamie?

If Sir Percival sent men here,
he may look there as well.

Eh, let him look. I dinna
keep casks at the shop.

Ah, but you do keep other items there.

Sir Percival doesna ken
that, and he never will.

And no one will find a
trace of the pamphlets.

They're well hidden.

Besides, movin' them now would be
more dangerous than leavin' 'em be.

Particularly now that ye're under
Sir Percival's watchful gaze.

Which is why I'm entrusting you
with the selling of the casks,

wi'out delay, even if
it means takin' a loss.

We canna risk them being discovered.

I wilna disappoint ye, Uncle Jamie.

That's why I tasked ye wi' it.

Do ye have anything
that might calm nerves?

An auld wise woman said
that mandrake root

would do the trick.

Nae, I-I dinna keep that root.

Cause frightful symptoms, I'm afraid.

I'm so sorry... I don't mean to be rude,

but I have a situation that
requires immediate attention.

- Please wait your turn, madam.
- Uh, but it's urgent.

So, too, is the health
of my dear sister.

And what of hemlock?

'Tis said that it aids
symptoms such as hers.

I'm an experienced healer.

I would be happy to treat your sister

if you just allow me to go ahead of you.

Free of charge? In recognition
of my generosity?

Of course.

Thank you.

Uh, I'll need a bottle of laudanum,

some ground yarrow root, and tormentil.

And please hurry, a
man's life is at stake.

You seem to ken yer remedies.

What ails the poor man?

Uh, it's a severe head wound.

Aye.

My sister's condition relates
to her head as well.

But 'tis more of a nervous
complaint of sorts.

- That'll be 2 shillings, madam.
- Yes.

Thank you.

I have to go, but I can pay
your sister a visit later.

Uh, I'd be grateful.

Uh, you can call on us

at Henderson's in Carrubber's Close.

Uh... uh, Campbell is the name.

Archibald and Margaret Campbell.

Thank you.

50 for the lot of 'em.

Och, McDaniel,

ye're lookin' at 100 pounds' worth

of fine brandy here.

French brandy, imported
from Cognac itself.

It is a truly superior brandy.

You can charge more for that

and make a braw profit.

50.

I like ye, McDaniel,

so I'll no be put off
by yer paltry offering.

75.

70.

I'll no go higher.

Without the Crown's seal, I'm
the one taking all the risk

possessing your contraband.

75 pounds, and you'll get three cask

of the crème de menthe as well.

What do ye say?

I'm no a man to refuse
liquors at no charge.

Ye have a bargain.

Ye're a good man. Thank you.

I'll send up a few lads
to give you a hand.

Quelle performance!

You even managed to rid us of
some of that crème de menthe.

Do you remember Auntie
Claire all those years ago?

I was no more than a boy,
but I remember her well.

Well, what was she like?

Spirited and incredibly brave.

Milady was fearless

in the battles prior to Culloden.

She would heal men who'd
been cut in half by swords,

blown to pieces by cannon fire...

without flinching.

She saved many lives,

though there were rumors.

What kind of rumors?

That Milady took a few lives as well.

She's not a woman you
want to cross, mon ami.

If Auntie Claire was forced to kill men,

likely they deserved it.

Even so, she has created a
bit of a catastrophe, no?

Aye.

Hold his legs.

What are you doing?

Well, the bastard woke

and started making considerable noise.

He's having a lucid interval.

It happens with a brain injury.

You can't be rough with
his head like that!

Well, you ken a better
way to keep him quiet?

Yes.

Remove the stock.

Remove it.

Left pupil's dilated.

The pressure's building
up inside the skull.

I'm going to have to
operate immediately.

- Yi Tien Cho, untie him.
- Of course, Honorable Wife.

Aye?

- Monsieur Malcolm?
- What is it?

Sir Percival is here to see you.

I'll be down straightaway.

Sir Percival.

Here for a midday romp?

I can assure you, Mr. Malcolm,

my interests today
relate only to business.

Perhaps a quick taste after
our business is concluded?

Don't make me regret hiring you.

I'm here to search these
premises at once.

And what cause have ye to do that?

You are withholding
from me, Mr. Malcolm.

I assure you, Sir Percival,

there is nothing hidden
in my establishment.

But don't take our word for it.

Ye're welcome to see for yourself.

Of course I am.

I certainly don't need your permission.

Mm!

Won't this kill him?

No.

But the pressure on his brain
will if I don't release it.

There...

The clot's released.

Well, don't just stand
there! Search with me!

Get over here.

Is that brandy?

No, Sir Percival. It's...
it's just water.

Oh, we have a leak.

It is why I cannot store
anything of value down here.

There's nothing 'ere!

How can we be sure?

We've searched the whole basement.

I know you're up to
something, Mr. Malcolm.

I'll be watching you!

Christ.

I barely got rid of Sir Percival.

This ends now.

Sassenach.

Well, he's dead...

so you've got your wish.

Honorable Wife fought hard for his life.

Put best foot forward.

Aye. Well...

I'll no grieve for the man
that tried to kill my wife.

Fetch Lesley and Hayes. I'll
need help moving the body.

'Tis better this way, Sassenach.

Ye tried, but God took him.

God has nothing to do with this.

I failed him.

If I'd been in a proper hospital

or in Boston, I...

But ye're not in Boston.

I don't expect you to understand, but...

I've dedicated the last 14 years

to respecting human life,

to healing people without judgment.

I work hard.

I don't often lose a patient.

There'll be other chances
to put your knowledge

and skills to use.

Others to save.

Like ye did last time you came.

Suppose you're right.

I've caused you so much trouble.

Just dropped in out of
the clear blue sky.

Put your livelihood,
your life, in jeopardy.

Sassenach.

You came thousands of miles

and 200 years to find me.

I'm grateful that you are here,

no matter the cost.

I would give up everything I have

for us to be together again.

Don't ye see, uh...

Since you left, I...

I've been living in the shadows.

And then you walked into
the print shop, and...

It was as if the sun returned

and cast out the darkness.

I have another patient to see.

I won't be long.

Patient?

And who might that be?

Margaret Campbell.

I met her brother at Haugh's,

and I offered to examine her.

Ye dinna ken who these people are.

Ye canna go alone.

Fergus will escort you.

As you said, I've traveled
thousands of miles

and 200 years.

I can certainly manage to
get across town alone.

Aye, but Sir Percival...

Sir Percival doesn't know who I am...

or...

Or what I've done to the
man who worked for him.

You will...

return...

afterward?

Of course.

To a master salesman!

Thanks to you, we made a
handsome profit today.

- Ye think so?
- Aye.

You have a natural gift
when it comes to business,

just like Milord.

I've been meaning to ask ye.

Does French brandy really
increase the firmness

of a cock-stand?

Well, in my experience,

the result is quite the opposite,

but all that matters is
that I convinced the buyer

that it does, non?

Aye. Ye had me convinced.

We make a good pair.

Perhaps we should venture
to open a business

of our own one day.

There's money to be made
in this city, and...

Ah. Mademoiselle Brighid.

I see you watching her
every time we're here.

She's enchanting, no?

Bonny.

What are you doing?

Tonight is the night you
do more than just look.

Well, I've never...
bedded a lass before.

Then this is your opportunity, brother.

Well, how old were you when...

Fifteen. A ménage à trois.

- A what?
- Two women and one moi.

Christ.

It was a rather religious experience.

I dinna ken what to do.

The art of seduction
can be mastered thus.

First, you must look into her eyes

and tell her how beautiful she is.

Second, offer her a drink,
whatever her heart desires.

Simple enough.

And the pièce de résistance

is perhaps the most important part.

What is it?

Repeat one and two.

What can I fetch ye?

Nothin'.

Nothing?

Are ye sure?

Yer friend jes beckoned me over.

Ye're the bonniest lass
I've ever set eyes on.

Can I offer ye a drink?

Whatever yer heart desires.

Whisky.

Margaret.

I've brought someone to see you.

Will ye no look alive?

We have a guest.

Can they come back later, Archie?

I'm very tired.

It's no a client, Margaret.

It's a healer.

What have you given her?

A few drops of laudanum,

to keep her calm.

Gleep, gleep! Gleep, gleep!

D'ye hear 'em?

D'ye hear the tree toads' lullaby?

And the moon.

The moon be chokin' wi' blood.

Ye best be careful.

Abandawe will devour ye!

Abandawe! Abandawe!

- Abandawe!
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Her pulse is strong.

But you shouldn't give
her any more laudanum.

It's far too potent for daily use.

D'ye ken the meaning of what she said?

No.

I'd be happy to translate her vision...

for a modest fee.

So you're fortune tellers.

Aye.

Margaret's a seer

but isn't able to
articulate what she sees.

Without me to decipher the message,

her visions are no more
than raving gibberish.

Does she have trouble sleeping?

Aye.

Some nights she canna rest at all.

Nightmares plague her fiercely.

Does she ever sit still, unresponsive,

- for long periods of time?
- Oh, aye.

Starin' at the walls.

When she's in such a state,

I canna get her to talk, let alone move.

Mr. Campbell, from what I can discern,

your sister isn't a seer.

She's suffering from
a... a mental disorder.

Aye.

As I told ye earlier,

Margaret's been soft in the
head since she was a bairn.

Do you have any writing implements?

Aye. On the desk.

These are instructions
for mistletoe tea.

Whenever Margaret is agitated,

you can give her the tea with
a few drops of tansy oil.

And, uh...

you can make a tea with
valerian to help her sleep.

Are you sure simple teas are
enough to keep her subdued?

Well, why would you want to subdue her?

Margaret has a great deal of curiosity

when she has her wits about her.

She marches up to strangers.

She touches them and tells them things

they didn't ask to hear.

It scares them something
awful sometimes,

putting me in a very difficult position.

Course, it's different when
they come seeking her talents,

because I can charge them then, you see.

And Margaret enjoys this work?

Oh, aye.

It's the only way she
can engage with people

that doesna give them a fright.

I'd like to come see
Margaret again tomorrow,

if that would be all right.

That's very kind of ye,

but we are departing
for the West Indies.

West Indies?

That would be an arduous
journey for her.

That's why I need tonics.

I dinna want her carrying
on during our long journey.

Sailors are a superstitious lot.

I canna risk them pitchin'
my sister overboard,

no when we have a wealthy
client to administer to.

Well, when you get to the West Indies,

make sure she eats
plenty of fresh fruit.

And, please, no more laudanum.

No more laudanum.

Thank you for your help.

You're welcome.

And, uh, safe travels.

♪ I pass the day in pain ♪

♪ When night returns ♪

♪ I feel the smart ♪

♪ And wish for thee in vain ♪

Ian, you're a terrible singer.

♪ I'm starving cold ♪

♪ While thou art warm ♪

♪ Have pity, and incline ♪

I dinna think it could get any worse.

♪ And grant me for a hap ♪

♪ That charming petticoat ♪

♪ Of thine ♪

Uh, what are ye doin'?

Is this no how it's done?

I thought ye worked out
of a kittle-hoosie?

Aye. I've seen some of the
whores do it like this.

Aye, but I'm no a whore tonight, am I?

No.

You're, wi'out a doubt,

the finest lass I've e'er set eyes on.

Tell me how you like it.

I'll do whatever ye want.

Lie down, and I'll show ye.

Mm.

What have you done with the body?

The lads hid it in a cask
of crème de menthe...

stored along with the
others at my warehouse.

Uh, there are worse places for
one's eternal rest, Claire.

Won't someone look inside
the cask sooner or later?

Not for a long while.

Alcohol slows the decay.

Besides, it's not likely to be broached.

I've never seen a Scotsman
drink crème de menthe.

Dinna fash, Sassenach.

'Twas no more than a wee bit of chaos.

Nothin' we haven't seen before.

Jamie...

Maybe we could find a place of our own.

And leave the brothel?

Surely you don't expect
us to make a home here.

Well, not forever, perhaps,

but for now, we have everything we need,

and there's no rent to pay.

Nearly every shilling I
earn, I send to Lallybroch.

Well, I was thinking...

maybe I could make some money...

as a healer.

It felt good today to have a patient.

Perhaps I could work from
the back of the print shop

or open an establishment of my own.

We could build a happy
life here in Edinburgh.

Monsieur Malcolm?

A gentleman named Ian
Murray is here for you.

- I'll be down at once.
- Ian?

Well, what's he doing here?

Likely looking for Young Ian.

Dinna mention that you've seen him.

I'll explain later.

Ian?

Ian.

Claire?

It's so good to see you.

It is you, lass.

- We thought you were...
- I know.

I know what Jamie told you.

He thought I'd died in the
aftermath of Culloden.

Jenny and I...

we grieved over ye for years.

Claire believed me to be dead as well.

It was a terrible misunderstanding
that kept us apart.

Where on earth have ye
been all this time?

Boston.

I sailed there

when I thought that Jamie had died.

I would have returned sooner,

but I just recently
discovered he was alive.

That's when she came back to find me.

And I'm more than happy she did.

What brings you here?

Uh, it's Young Ian.

He's run off again.

Have ye seen him?

No. He isna here.

- How long has the lad been gone?
- Weeks.

And the last time my son ran away,

he came to see you.

Are ye sure?

I havena seen him.

Not since I sent him home
with Fergus months ago.

Christ, Jamie.

Well, where else could he be?

Jenny is woefully distressed.

What if he's been taken by a press gang?

You know, if that were to happen,

we'd never see him again.

Dinna fash.

The press gangs wilna be
able to thole the lad.

They'll throw him off
before they leave port.

I'm sure he'll appear.

Promise me, if he should turn up here,

ye'll bring him straight home.

Yeah. I will.

Let's not delay yer search any longer.

I'll see you out.

Good-bye for now, Claire.

I hope to see you and Jenny very soon.

Aye.

Claire must ha' taken yer news well.

I havena told her yet.

That's no somethin' ye want
to hold on to for very long.

I'm waitin' for the proper
time. She's only jes arrived.

Ye might be waitin' forever, then.

All will be well.

Ye'll see.

Oh, don't stop. Don't stop.

Did you no hear that?

No.

That I heard.

Ye'd better go now.

- Well, what about you?
- I'll be fine.

Run out the alley door
and dinna turn back.

Okay.

Go. Now.

What are ye doing trespassing
in my uncle's shop?

You know very well what
I'm doing here, boy.

Where are the casks?

There are no casks, as you can see

wi' your own eyes.

There's nothin' here. Now get out!

Hey, I know that you're party
to your uncle's smugglin'.

Tell me, where is he hiding the liquor?

Aah!

Oh, what have we here?

Get away from there!

Hey.

Your uncle's been a busy man.

Betraying Sir Percival is one thing.

Inciting sedition...

Leave! Now!

Stand down!

Oh!

Bloody hell.

Aah! Aah!

The years apart couldna erase
the meaning behind that look.

Since when do you lie to your family?

Couldna very well tell him
the lad's been helpin' me

wi' my smugglin', could I?

You could have at least told
him you've seen his son.

Ian and Jenny must be in agony.

Aye, but the lad's safe.

Safe?

Uh, risking his neck,

working for you without
his parents' permission?

I've tried to send him home twice,

but he keeps coming back.

Uh, better he runs off
to be wi' his uncle

than to some godforsaken place
surrounded by strangers.

On the streets of Aberdeen or Dundee.

But you could have told him.

Trust me, Claire.

Jenny and Ian dinna ken
what's best for the lad.

I'm the only one teaching
him the ways of the world.

This isn't about the ways of the world.

Young Ian ran away from home.

Of course Ian and Jenny
want to know where he is.

And you just lied.

Aye.

And you shouldna judge me for it.

Have you forgotten about
all the deceptions

we've colluded in?

Yeah, we lied our way
through Paris, did we not?

Did we no just lie to Ian
about where ye've been

for the past 20 years?

A white lie to conceal something

that Ian can't possibly understand...

Oh, I didna realize lies had shades.

You have no idea what it's
like to be a worried parent.

You're not the boy's father, Jamie.

No.

I'm Brianna's father.

But I didna get to raise her, did I?

I didna have a say

in how you and Frank brought her up,

wearin' that... That wretched thing

ye call a bikini.

Even whores have the decency

not to go paradin' about in the like.

Christ.

I've forgotten how bloody
rigid this century is.

Uh, a woman is either
a Madonna or a whore.

So, if Frank and I had raised
Brianna to be a criminal,

taught her how to smuggle
and... and be a traitor,

then you'd approve?

At least her virtue wouldn't
have been endangered.

Says the man living in a brothel.

I'll have you know that Frank

was a wonderful father to Brianna.

Oh, was he, now?

And was he a wonderful
husband to you as well?

What is that supposed to mean?

You asked me...

did I fall in love with anyone else?

Did you fall in love with
him when you went back?

No.

I cared for Frank very much,

and I loved him, but
that was before you.

Monsieur Malcolm!

There is a fire in Carfax Close.

Fire?

The print shop.

Christ.

Ian.

What are you doing?

Young Ian... sleeps in the back!

- Jamie!
- Make way! Make way!

Move back!

Ian. Ian.

I've got you.

- Uncle Jamie.
- It's all right, lad.

More hose! More hose!

Milady!

We came as soon as we heard.

Where's Milord?

He went inside to get Young Ian.

Keep back, folks!

Keep back! We're doing our best!

Move back there!

- There they are, there!
- Jamie!

Oh, thank God.

Quick!

Clear the way!

And get him on the ground.

Stay back! We're doing our best!

Are you all right?

I think so.

But it isna me ye need to worry about.

A man with a blind eye

broke into your print shop, Uncle.

What?

He found yer pamphlets.

How?

We started fighting.

He threw me against the panels,

and they opened.

All right, lad.

- Calm down.
- But he works for Sir Percival.

Milord, if he gives the
material to Sir Percival,

he'll be able to arrest you
for more than smuggling.

Aye.

Sedition is far worse.

High treason is a capital crime.

Sir Percival arrests me,

he'll be awarded a king's ransom.

I'm sorry, Uncle Jamie.

I tried to stop him.

Dinna fash, lad. It wasna yer fault.

What will you do, Milord?

I'll leave with these two
for Berwick tonight.

Jamie, you have to bring Young Ian home,

to his parents...

where he'll be safe.

Aye, all right.

I'll take the lad home to Lallybroch.

Sir Percival will no be
able to trace me there.

He only kens me as Alexander
Malcolm of Edinburgh.

But first, I have some
business to settle.

Yer profits from the sale of the casks,

as well as what is owed
to Lesley and Hayes.

Get it to them for me, will ye?

- I will.
- And stay out of sight.

Likely there's a target on
your back as well as mine.

Aye.

Mon fils.

Here's yer share as well.

See if ye can intercept
the man wi' the blind eye

before he gets to Sir Percival.

Of course, Milord.

And tell Ned Gowan

to bring news to Lallybroch

in regardin' the...

That's it. Easy.

Matter I inquired after.

Perhaps there's a better place
for you to take Milady.

Nae, dinna fash, lad.

Balriggan is miles away
from Broch Mordha.

Milady does not yet know
about your other wife?

No.

Not yet.

I'll explain everything once
Claire and Young Ian are safe.

Send word when ye can.

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