All language subtitles for Outlander - 3x10 - Heaven & Earth.WEB.CONVOY.en

- Previously...
- Ian!

I won't set foot on our shores
again wi'out Young Ian.

We will find him.

- Fergus.
- Marsali?

What the hell are ye doing here?

- Fergus and I are married.
- I am sending you home.

I'll tell everyone Fergus
has already bedded me.

He hasn't, but I'll say it anyway.

I know that you're party
to yer uncle's smuggling.

Where is he hiding the liquor?

They're firing at us.

No, signaling. They mean to board us.

We suffered an outbreak
of infectious plague.

I know what it might be.
It's called typhoid.

I can't catch it. I've been inoculated.

I won't take my eyes off
that ship until you return.

But why are we moving?

Well, you can't just
kidnap me like this.

You may be our only
chance. I must take it.

What dealings have you with the cook?

Rose hips, cloves,
lavender and orange peel.

It's a potpourri for Marsali.

May surprise you, Milord, but our cabin

is beginning to smell
like the ship's bilge.

I thought it might impress her.

Why do I get the feeling it's
me you're trying to impress?

Milord?

Oy! What...

The Porpoise, she's moving away.

Aye. They have hell's own
journey ahead of 'em.

They have my wife.

Do we not follow?

Topmen! Away aloft!

Make sail!

Belay that order!

They've taken Claire.

Set main sail only. Helm a-lee

- and aim sou'-sou'west.
- Aye, Captain. Sou'-sou'west.

- That's not enough sail.
- It's all the sail

we can safely carry in this wind.

They're getting away, damn you!

The Porpoise is carrying 100
sick, and more dying every day.

Captain Leonard requires a
surgeon for the duration

and is making headway
at full sail to ensure

the shortest possible journey.

He has promised to deliver
her safely to us in Jamaica.

And you agreed to this?

He conveyed a message to me.

When the captain of a seventy-four

asks you for a surgeon,
you give him a surgeon.

I have more than your wife
to think about, Mr. Fraser.

My wife...

My wife!

Tell your men to scabbard their blades.

Do as he says, lads.

Just keep me in sight of her, man.

We'll sail at our own pace, Mr. Fraser,

and no faster than is safe.

Mr. Warren, restrain Mr. Fraser

and take him below.

I need more room to
house the infected men.

Once this deck is clean, the
sick can convalesce here.

Where will the rest of us sleep, then?

Everywhere else.

We need to make use of
every inch of space

so that no man sleeps
touching another one...

Sick or well.

Every surface must be cleaned.

Typhoid fever is spread by hands

or... or food contaminated
by infected urine or feces.

Then we'll all die, if
you hadn't noticed.

There's shite everywhere.

Thankfully, Mr. Jones,
most of this is vomit.

Now let's get to work.

Lady doctor giving me orders.

What was that?

Nothing, sir.

It's Captain's orders, Jones.

You're to do as the doctor says
and pay her every respect.

Yes, sir.

We need to get more air down here.

It's foul.

Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

You mustn't let any man pass in or out

without first dipping his hands.

Why do we dip our hands in grog?

Because we don't have any pure alcohol.

What did you just do?

Just a taste of grog, madam.

I couldn't see it going to waste.

The alcohol kills contaminants

that spread the fever, Mr. Pound.

By dipping your hands in
the grog, you clean them.

But by putting them in your
mouth, you've fouled them again.

Look, if you had the disease,

you could easily spread
it to another man

by touching his food or...
or simply touching his hand.

Look, please, dip them again.

I had been on the Porpoise
for less than a day.

Surely no more than 50 miles
separated me from Jamie.

And yet, it felt nearly
as far as the 200 years.

Still, I was glad he was not here,

knowing he would not have been safe

from the typhoid raging
through the ship.

I've managed to secure you a hat, madam.

The sun can be very unforgiving.

- Thank you.
- Would it be helpful, madam,

if we had someone as knew how to

distill pure alcohol from rum?

You catch on very quickly, Mr. Pound.

We have two men pressed into service

out of the Old Tolbooth in Edinburgh...

Jailed for distilling illicit whisky.

Shall I put them to work
in building a still?

Well, I think you shall.

Though it won't be a popular decision.

I'll speak with the purser
about putting the men

on half rations of grog.

The men won't like it.

Well, would they prefer to die?

That pomander of herbs won't stave
off the fever, Mr. Overholt.

But the alcohol just might.

And what's to keep these two slags
from drinking their production?

We can set a private of
marines to guard them.

It's the Captain's orders.

The doctor must get whatever she wants.

But I suppose, as we're only
250 leagues from Jamaica now,

it can be done.

How many casks will you require?

How many men would you like me to save?

Now, about the food...

Should be able to keep this down.

It's a pap of scalded goat's
milk and pounded biscuit.

Feel better, Mr. Owens.

You can touch the sick
if necessary, Mr. Pound.

But when you're down here,

you must never touch
your face or your hair,

even your clothes, not until
you've washed your hands again.

Yes, madam.

How old are you, Mr. Pound?

14, madam.

What's your first name, if I may ask?

- Elias.
- May I call you that?

The Captain mightn't like it.

'Tisn't said in the navy, you know?

Well, I shall be very navy in public.

But if we're going to work together,

then it's easier for me
to call you by your name.

How long have you been at sea, Elias?

Uh, since I was seven, madam.

My uncle's a commander on Triton,

which allowed me a berth in her.

I joined the Porpoise just
for this voyage alone.

You are a very impressive young man.

That's Jim Quigley, madam.

He's a friend.

We're from the same town.

Three more have come
down with it, madam.

Can you put them over there?

And if you can stay and help...

Yes, madam.

Give these men some water.

The surgeon's journal? Yes.

Had it transferred when he died.

- It's just here.
- I need to know

the first reported case of the disease.

It would've been four weeks ago.

Here, Ben Cole.

Cole. "Reported sick this morning.

Headache, bellyache, dry
cough, persistent fever."

Steven Cory, same.

Two the next day...

MacMorrow, Enthwhistle,
same symptoms, same...

This notation beside the names,

- C-A-R-P, that's...?
- Carpenter's crew.

Did they mess in the same room?

Captain, as I've explained,

the disease is passed by hands and food.

- Where did they mess?
- The carpenter's store on the orlop.

Well, I need to speak to the
surviving men who messed there.

Aye. Their names will be here.

And what is this? DD?

Discharged dead, madam.

- All of them?
- Yes.

All but one. Joe Howard.

Well, he's... he's sick now?

No, he was never ill.

He was reassigned, on
account of the deaths.

He works in the galley now
with Mr. Cosworth, our cook.

I'm fine and dandy.

As you can plainly see, Howard
has not been taken ill.

How can he be the source of the disease?

A man can still have the disease

without showing any signs and
still pass it to other men.

She's speaking gibberish.

She already has me dedicating
all my pots to boiling water.

We're on half rations of grog

because we have to wash
our hands in alcohol.

And for what? Men are still dying.

Well, they're dying because
the source of the disease

is serving the food.

Captain, I'll not give up my
one remaining galley hand

on account of a cursed
woman's foolish notion.

It's not foolish.

Captain, really?

A man is either sick or
well, as anyone can see.

Just because it's beyond our
comprehension, Cosworth,

doesn't make it less voracious.

We must believe her.

Master-at-arms? Take
this man into custody.

What have I done?

It's not to punish you, Howard,
only to keep the men safe.

You'd better be right about
this, Mistress Fraser.

Five minutes.

How are you, Milord?

It's very close in there, no?

I'm well acquainted with the
inside of a cell, Fergus.

Though...

not a floating one.

Milady will be safe,
Milord. I'm sure of it.

You told me it's impossible for
her to get the disease, no?

There's more than disease
aboard that ship, lad.

There are 300 men.

I lost her once, Fergus.

Canna lose her again.

Get me the keys.

The keys, Milord?

Have you forgotten you're a pickpocket?

Get the keys from Raines, set me free.

We'll take the ship.

Make all sail.

Mutiny?

It can't work, Milord.

The crew... they're not yours.
They will not follow you.

Some will.

Dumez and Girard have long
been in Jared's service.

We'll have Willoughby,
and Lesley, Hayes.

Seven against 20... We'll lose.

Convince more.

Manzetti will come our way.

Others, too.

But the Porpoise is a day ahead of us.

We cannot catch them.

Then we'll abandon Jared's wine.

An empty ship runs faster.

- We'll catch the Porpoise...
- And then what?

I dinna ken... yet.

I'll get to that matter
when we catch them.

No.

I love her, too, Milord, but...

What good are you, you damn fool?

I see I was right to withhold
my blessing from you.

Proves ye dinna ken what love is.

You do not mean that, Milord.

How could you say that?

Because if ye did,

ye would move Heaven and Earth.

You would risk arrest and death.

Even hell.

You would do it as easily
as... prick of a pin.

Ye'd set me free from this cell

to help me rescue the woman
I love from her kidnappers.

Until ye risk all, ye
canna speak of love.

Get me those keys.

Help me break free, and I will give you

my blessing to marry Marsali.

The last stitch must go
through his nose, madam,

to be sure he's dead.

'Tis always done by a friend.

Ship's company, off hats.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor,

but of thee, O Lord,

whom for our sins art justly displeased?

Thou knowest, Lord, the
secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful
ears to our prayer,

but spare us, Lord, most holy,

O God most mighty.

Suffer us not, at our last hour,

for any pains of death,
to fall from thee.

Therefore, in the sure and certain hope

of resurrection to eternal life,

we commend to Almighty
God our shipmates,

and we commit their bodies to the deep.

Present arms!

Ready.

Fire!

Our Father, which art in Heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

They will be done.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil,

for Thine is the kingdom and
the power and the glory

forever and ever.

Amen.

Amen.

11 dead.

That's more than yesterday.

More than the day before that.

What are you doing about it?

Boiling water

and washing hands.

There'd better be fewer
in the days to come

is what I say... Doctor.

As you were, Mr. Cosworth.

The cook's always been
a disagreeable man.

Is there a secret to it?

Secret?

Remaining so calm in the
face of so much death.

There is, actually.

In fact, there's a word for it...

"compartmentalizing."

It means...

separating certain areas
of your life so...

So you can do your work.

If you let yourself be
affected by every death,

you'd never save a life.

Then again, Jim Quigley
was not my friend.

I think I see.

This won't be the last burial
at sea for the Porpoise, Elias.

But with any luck, we'll get through it.

Begging your pardon, madam,

but after three days of
watching you at your work,

I do not think much of it
will come down to luck.

But if it is to be luck,
then you should have this.

My own mother gave it to me as a boy

before I left on Triton.

"Luck and health," she said.

Well, that is what we need.

Thank you, Elias.

When was the last time
you saw your mother?

Oh, she's dead, madam.

May God rest her spirit.

Begging your pardon, madam.

Another man's been taken ill.

It's Mistress Johansen's husband.

- Mistress Johansen?
- The lady that tends

to the goats and provides
milk for the men.

Right. Take me to him.

No breathing.

Yeah, he is. It's just very slow.

He's as cold as ice. It's not fever.

When did the symptom...

- Of all the stupid, foolish...
- Madam?

Half the men on this fucking
ship are dying of typhoid,

and this bloody fool has
almost drank himself to death

on the alcohol I need to
stop the goddamn fever

from spreading.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pound.

Didn't mean to offend your tender ears.

Oh, I've heard many such
things before, madam,

but not from a gentlewoman.

I'm not a gentlewoman, Mr. Pound.

Mistress Johansen, do you speak English?

Little.

Your husband has alcohol poisoning.

He will be fine. He will wake up, yes?

Ah.

Mr. Pound, stay with Corporal Johansen.

Keep him on his side.

Make sure he doesn't
choke on his own vomit.

Yes, madam.

- Mistress Johansen...
- Annekje. My name.

Annekje...

thank you for all the work you're
doing with the goat's milk.

It's keeping the men alive.

I keep do?

Yes. Please. Keep do.

Godsokers, Mistress Fraser.

Seamen will drink almost anything...

Spoiled plum brandy, peaches mashed

in an empty boot left to ferment.

Well, I've even known a seaman,

slept with his head in an empty rum...

The harbormaster had record of only one

three-masted frigate sailing
under a Portuguese flag...

The Bruja.

Mr. Jones?

Is that a Portuguese flag?

Aye.

Where did that come from?

Well, two weeks ago,

we boarded a Portuguese frigate
in search of a surgeon.

What was the name of the ship?

Was it the Bruja?

I wouldn't know.

Uh, Captain would remember,
though, I wager.

Captain Leonard?

Captain?

Portuguese frigate...

The Caçador.

Damn it.

Jamie.

"Harry Tompkins, able seaman,
tells me Alexander Malcolm,

wanted seditioner, was
seen on board the Artemis.

I've deduced that he
means the man I met,

Jamie Fraser, obviously
going by an alias."

Captain Leonard...

Mr. Cosworth, I was
looking for the captain.

And not finding him,
entered notwithstanding.

Yes. Pardon me.

You trespass, madam.

By all appearances, so do you.

No. I've come to fetch
Captain Leonard's pipe...

at his request.

Well, then he'll be expecting you.

I don't like you, madam.

And I don't trust you either.

I have the captain's best interests.

And I'll know why you're here.

Well, you may have his interest,
but I have his trust.

And what do you think will happen

if I tell him you tried to violate me

on his dining table?

I did no such thing.

And who do you think he'll believe?

Oh, he'll have you arrested
so quick, your head'll spin.

Now get out of my way...

or I will scream.

The cook and his suspicions
were the least of my worries.

Someone on this ship
had recognized Jamie.

I had to find this Harry Tompkins.

He'll allow us to marry?

If I break him loose and
help him take the ship,

then, yes.

And if ye fail?

Then I will join Milord in chains.

It's a risk, mon coeur.

But one I'm willing to
take to be with you.

Ye risk not being wi' me at all.

I'll be left alone on this vessel,

wi' no one to protect me.

No, no. No, I'm sorry.
We ca... we can't.

Daddy's locked up belowdecks,

and that woman of his
is on some other ship.

No one is keeping an eye on
us, if ye hadn't noticed.

And with you about to risk yer life,

now may be...

our only chance.

Mm. We must wait until we're married.

I've promised Milord.

There's true hope for us now.

Ye're just like him, you know?

Stubborn.

Once ye give yer word,
ye'll never break it.

Mistress Johansen's
husband is improving.

Good. Have you slept yet?

You know, you can sit
down. It is all right.

Elias...

do you know a sailor on
board named Harry Tompkins?

No. But then I wouldn't know every name.

We were 400 strong when we began.

I see.

Thank you.

Four new cases today.

I should've thought finding a
carrier would've ended it.

Well, there is the incubation
period to consider...

Madam?

The reason I asked about Tompkins...

he may be a second carrier.

- Should I inform the captain?
- No.

I don't want to stir up trouble

like we had with Howard in the galley.

But if you could get
word out to the crew

that I need to see this
Tompkins right away.

Just don't tell them what for just yet.

Of course.

Thank you.

And then get some sleep.

I don't trust him,
Captain, even locked up.

Don't forget, his men were the cause

- of all that bad luck we had.
- That's the truth.

Where is he now?

In the galley store.

- Will you set him free?
- I will not.

The supercargo is cargo himself now.

He's lucky we didn't

toss him overboard.

The Frenchie still wanders free.

Who? The cripple? He's no trouble.

No trouble, no. I wouldn't mind
a taste of his wee lassie.

And I bet she's no virgin.

Not by the time I'm done with her.

Lassies is bad luck on ships.

That's enough of that. Back to work.

Please, McGregor, I've
told you... told you!

- Get him in!
- Ah!

Down there.

Your Harry Tompkins, madam.

I ordered them not to beat
him, Mistress Fraser,

but he tried to hide.

As I've naught to do
with this bloody fever.

Thank you, gentlemen. You can go.

Madam.

You too, Pound. You're
asleep on your feet.

Go get some rest.

Right, Mr. Tompkins.

I know who you are, Mistress.

I saw Mr. Malcolm from the boat
when I rowed the captain over.

You're his wife.

Yes. I am.

Now you're going to tell
me exactly what you know

about my husband.

Or what?

You'll cut off me arm? Go on, then.

In fact, kill me.

I'll thank you for it.

After the month I've had,
I'll be more than glad

to see the inside of a casket.

Three months ago, I had
both feet on land,

working for His Majesty's
Excise for Sir Percival Turner.

I followed a lad to Mr.
Malcolm's print shop,

and I uncover a
treasonous plot, don't I?

Only the little shite
throws hot lead in me face,

and I'm nearly burned alive.

I make it out of there...

scarred for life.

And I inform Sir Percival o' the matter.

I reckon I'm fit to be promoted.

Instead, I'm pressed into service

on a ship full o' disease.

So go ahead, yeah? Here's me neck.

Put me out of me misery!

Well, maybe I will.

My husband can't get arrested
on the captain's words alone...

nor Sir Percival's.

Oh.

They have your husband now, madam,

and warrants for his arrest
for murder and high treason.

"Murder"?

Guess what we found the day

before the press gang got me?

In a cask of crème de menthe it were.

My husband did not kill that man.

The warrants say otherwise.

I've told the captain.

He'll write a report as
soon as we land in Jamaica.

Well, I'll talk him out of it.

Captain Leonard's an ambitious man.

He wants the admiral to give him

command of his own ship, you see.

Little chance, o' course.

But if he brings in a wanted seditioner,

mm, it just might.

I'll wager he'll not
be talked out of that.

The authorities'll be
waitin' for your husband

when he comes to fetch you in Kingston.

And then he'll be hanged.

Ahh!

He's the second source of the fever.

Ah!

You know, I wouldn't get too
close to Howard if I were you,

not unless you want
to catch the disease.

He actually is the source.

I hear your husband
is doing much better.

Ja. Thank you.

Cheese. Goat.

Thank you.

Smells delicious.

Oh. Oh, what sad you?

No, I'm... I'm all right. It's just...

It's my husband.

I'm afraid he's going to be in trouble

when he arrives in Jamaica, and I've...

no way to warn him.

In fact, I think they're going
to try and use me as bait.

I don't know what to do.

Oh, I help.

That's very kind, but I'm
not sure how you could.

My goats needs grass.

Not sure I know what you mean.

My goats needs grass, so...

Well, thank you.

Fergus.

Ah, did you bring the keys?

I do not have them.

You could not get them.

I didn't try.

What in the name of
Holy God do you mean?

You haven't been on deck, Milord.

You haven't seen the looks or
heard the talk of the men.

If I free you and we don't succeed...

they'll throw us both into the sea.

We will succeed.

We will not.

They will kill us, and
Marsali will be alone.

I will not leave her alone.

And I won't send you to your death.

I know you won't give us
your blessing now, but...

You asked me if I would
move Heaven and Earth

for the woman I love, and I will...

even if it means I cannot marry her.

I do this for you as well, Milord.

Fergus. Fergus.

Perhaps I love too much.

Fergus!

Fergus!

Pleasant sound, isn't it?

- It's silent.
- Aye.

No moans nor groans for three days now.

No one begging Christ's
mercy for a quick death,

just sleeping men.

We're over the worst of it now.

♪ Of all the girls in the town ♪

♪ The red, the black,
the fair, the brown ♪

♪ That dance and prance it up and down ♪

♪ There's none like Nancy Dawson ♪

♪ Her easy mien, her shape so neat ♪

♪ She foots, she trips,
she looks so sweet ♪

♪ Her every motion's so complete ♪

♪ I die for Nancy Dawson ♪

♪ Look how she comes to give surprise ♪

♪ With joy and pleasure in her eyes ♪

♪ To give delight, she always tries ♪

♪ So means my Nancy Dawson

♪ For there no task
to obstruct the way ♪

♪ No shutter old, no house so gay ♪

Elias?

Mother?

Yes, Elias.

It's Mother.

It's time for you to come home now.

Shh.

Your mother would be so proud.

It should be done by a friend.

I missed the signs. I...

Thought he was simply tired.

Your efforts have been heroic.

There has been only one death today,

sad as it may be...

and not one new case.

We had three of each yesterday.

- More the day before.
- Doesn't matter.

Purser tells me we're almost
out of drinking water.

The sick simply can't survive
without constant liquids...

Saying nothing of the healthy.

You will do your best.

And so shall I.

And together, we'll
reach Jamaica safely.

I'm sorry for your
loss, Mistress Fraser.

And I am grateful.

Mistress Fraser?

- Mistress Fraser.
- What is it?

They've caught a whiff.

Land. You can always smell
it before you see it.

- Jamaica?
- No, madam.

But we'll reach the Grand Turk
in the forenoon tomorrow.

We'll have water for the men.

And grass for mine goats.

I realized in that moment
what Annekje had meant.

Come on.

She could indeed help me
escape and find Jamie.

And now I understood how.

We were under quarantine
and would therefore anchor

on the unpopulated side
of Grand Turk Island.

Annekje had a plan.

Her goats needed grass.

As their milk was the only
food keeping the men alive...

Hup, hup, hup.

She would be let off to feed them,

along with the watering party.

Come on.

And I would go with her.

Stay close. Captain's orders.

Captain's orders to stay by the beach!

Go, now.

Warn husband.

I take care of men. I feed sick.

- Hmm?
- Okay.

Thank you, my friend.

Captain Leonard.

Mistress Fraser.

The goats are supping well, I trust.

Yes, of course.

- What are you...
- Making rounds.

I had thought that some
of the men might find

their proximity to a brothel
too appealing to resist.

I had not thought that you, our doctor,

would disobey my orders to not wander.

No, I-I was looking for herbs.

In the direction of the port?

Am I?

This landfall is as much
your victory as mine, madam.

And I do not lie when I
insist I'm in your debt.

But I cannot let you warn your husband.

I know what you saw in my logbook.

I do not relish the task,

but I am duty bound to
report your husband's crimes

to the authorities in Jamaica.

And to use me as bait.

It would be breaking the
law if I did not do it.

Perhaps more importantly, I
would break a solemn oath.

Just please, can't you
look the other way?

Marines, kindly escort
the doctor to the ship.

She seems to have lost her way.

I expect to be in sight of land by dawn.

What's that to do with me?

Passage between the islands is hazardous

all year through, but
much more so in winter.

I need all good and able men
if I'm to navigate the shoals.

So I'm good and able now, am I?

What's she doing here?

She's persuaded me you'll not rebel.

Aye.

Ask him to give you his word.

Once he gives it, he'll never break it.

What you doing, lass?

Just give him your word,

and he'll set you free.

You canna see what he's
done for you, can ye?

Raines?

No, Fergus.

What Fergus did, he did for you.

If you believe that, you dinna deserve

to be let out of here.

You may have a moment.

But as I said, I need all hands.

By the mark. Seven fathoms.

Steady now.

You have my blessing.

You can be married in Jamaica.

By a priest.

You'll need to prove yourself to her...

as much as to me.

- And then...
- First, let us get to Jamaica.

Thank you, mon fils.

Fraser!

By the deep. Six and a half fathoms.

Go! Now!

What?

Co-Burn.

You jump.

Jump?

I can't jump in the ocean
in the middle of the night.

I'll drown.

No, no, no. Not... not drown.

Not drown.

I know water. Water, it'll move you.

Huh? Take you Co-Burn. Take you Co-Burn.

The ship's not far, come.

Go now. Go.

A raft?

I'm sorry.

That's crazy. I-I can't.

Eight bells, and all's well.

I hear things. Your husband will hang.

Now's only chance. Please!

Get yourself organized, Jack.

You'll get a hot meal inside.

Money. You pay, uh, ship.

Okay, okay.

Off.

Oh.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.