All language subtitles for Outlander - 3x11 - Uncharted.WEB.STRiFE.en

Previously...

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

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

They've taken Claire!

Captain Leonard has promised to
deliver her safely to us

- in Jamaica.
- Someone on this ship

had recognized Jamie.

I know who you are, mistress.

They have your husband
on warrants

for murder
and high treason.

- Murder?
- Guess what we found

in a cask
of crème de menthe?

to report your husband's
crimes to

the authorities in Jamaica.

You have my blessing.

You can be married in Jamaica.

My husband, he's going
to be in trouble.

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

Water take you Co-Burn.

Jump.

Jump?

Now's the only chance.

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.

I was relieved to find land.

But as to what land I'd found,
I had no clue.

It wasn't Grand Turk,
that much was certain.

It was far too big, and I had
floated far too long.

And worse, I had no idea

where or how
I would find Jamie.

I remembered
the rule of threes.

Humans can survive
three minutes without air,

three days without water,

and three weeks without food.

Right now, my most
urgent need was water.

Ah.

Oh.

I continued further inland,

hoping to find a road.

A road meant civilization
and a town at the end of it.

Perhaps there was a port
on the other side

of the island where I could
buy passage to Jamaica.

Ah.

Oh.

Ahh! Oh!

Ah.

Oh.

...Serve ye the Lord
with gladness.

Enter into His presence
with exceedingly great joy.

Know ye that the Lord is God.

Ohh.

Mm.

Wa... water.

Ah, ah.

Mm. Ohh.

Please...

untie me.

Oh, splendid.

Ludo, she is awake.

Ludo found you on the path
the other day.

He was gravely concerned
for your well-being.

Where am I?

An Englishwoman.

What good fortune.

I'm Father Fogden.

Your most obedient servant,
madam.

Welcome to
Hacienda de la Fuente.

Please untie me.

Of course.

Mamacita thought it best to
keep you restrained

to keep you from
scratching yourself raw.

Allow me, my dear.

- Up.
- Mm.

I thought you might benefit
from some nourishment.

Thank you.

Take care not to
drink too quickly.

I know.
I'm a doctor.

A woman?

From the American colonies.

It's more common there.

Healer of the sick.

Like Saint Brigid.

Oh, I'm no saint.

Well, pardon me if
I don't believe you.

It seems your powers
have bestowed us

with our new arrival.

Just this morning,
one of my she-goats

gave birth successfully.

First newborn we've had
in a long while.

How did you come to be here?

Where exactly is here?

The Island of Saint-Domingue.

It's just to the east.

My husband's traveling
to Jamaica and...

I need to find him.

There is a village.

St. Luis du Nord, where there
are fishing boats

that might carry you to
Cap-Haitien, 30 miles distant.

How long does it take
to get there?

The village is a day's walk
from here

and to travel from there
to Jamaica...

no more than two days,
with a favorable wind.

I might make it
to Kingston in time,

if I leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

No, no, no, my dear.

Coco says it is
far too dangerous.

Even for a lady
as gifted as yourself.

Thankfully, Coco just reminded
me that if you were

to go overland,
you might encounter Maroons.

- Maroons?
- Escaped slaves.

Having fled their masters,

they take refuge
in the remote hills.

They can be a rather
unpredictable lot.

Did you encounter any
on your way here?

No.

And, what of pirates?

I-I didn't see any.

Those unscrupulous ruffians

are a blight upon our isle,

ransacking and plundering
whomsoever they might...

Ah, ah, ah!
Coco, mustn't stare!

It's rude!

My sincere apologies.

Yes, she is a pretty lady.

Not like my Ermenegilda.

But... but pretty nonetheless.

Mamacita?

You will, no doubt, require
clean garments, will you not?

Suppose I will.

Ermenegilda's dress, perhaps?

No. Too small for that cow.

You stink.

Fried plantain mixed with
manioc and red beans.

One of Mamacita's
special dishes.

It's very good.

So, how was it that
you came to Saint-Domingue?

15 years ago, I traveled
to the island of Cuba

to do the work of God,

tending to the needs
of the poor

and of those whose souls
were in peril.

Until I met her.

Ermenegilda Ruiz Alcantara
y Meroz.

To my surprise,
she longed for me

as I yearned to be with her.

Our love could not be subdued.

Must've been very complicated.

You being a priest,
falling in love.

Quite right.
Which is why we ran away.

Far from the reach
of Don Armando,

cruel husband... a man
of great wealth and influence.

It was God's will
that we escaped

Don Armando's
grasp unscathed.

How so?

The English invaded Cuba
the very day we fled.

It was impossible for
Don Armando to locate us

amidst the chaos which ensued.

I would like to think
it was my loyalty to the Crown

which allowed for that
stroke of fortune.

We rode to Bayamo
and paid passage

for a boat which
brought us safely here.

But soon after our arrival,

my Ermenegilda
became unwell and...

May her soul rest in peace.

I'm so sorry.

May I offer you...

some yupa?

It can make one feel quite,
uh, euphoric.

Quite all right, thank you.

The village that
you mentioned earlier,

how do I get there?

I would like to leave
tomorrow morning.

Allow you to journey alone?
Good heavens.

Coco and I could never
forgive ourselves

if you were to do that.

No, I shall accompany you.

That's very kind.

- Next week.
- Next week?

I'm afraid I can't
wait that long.

You need your rest.

What I need is
to reach Jamaica.

Although your spirits
seem much improved,

you are not yet well enough
to undertake such a journey.

Perhaps in two weeks' time...

I am a doctor,
for Christ's sake.

I think that I know
when I am fit to travel.

Madam Physician,
blasphemous language

is not permissible
in my home.

I fear that your irritability

is due to your fatigue.

Traveling would only exacerbate

your already
delicate condition.

That whore must go.

What...

Mamacita?

I was determined to
get to St. Luis du Nord...

with or without
Father Fogden's help.

I see...

you're struck
by the sight of this.

A most eye-catching garment.

It was Ermenegilda's.

It's a very beautiful dress.

My apologies for
the quarrel you witnessed.

You see, Ermenegilda was...

Mamacita's only child.

The agony of losing a daughter
haunts her still.

I understand.

So a visitor... especially one

of the fairer sex...

Mamacita fears that
I will forget her daughter.

Which, of course,
I could never do.

When you love someone
as much as I loved Ermenegilda,

it never leaves you.

No.

It doesn't.

You have loved someone
so much

that you would risk
everything for them.

My husband.

And if I don't make it
to Jamaica...

I could lose him forever.

Then you must be
reunited with him.

Then perhaps we could leave

for St. Luis du Nord
tomorrow morning?

What a wonderful notion.

I will consult with Coco
in the morning.

He will know
if the time is right.

My clothes had been
washed and mended.

Clearly, Mamacita
wanted me to go.

But I still needed
to convince Father Fogden.

Yes, I'm feeling much better.
Thank you for asking.

Well, I will be very careful

And Father Fogden will take
very good care of me, as well.

Oh.

Good morning.

Coco was just telling me

that today's a good day
to go to the village.

Arabella.

My poor Arabella.

If our Lord cares
even for the tiny sparrow,

how can he fail
to care for my Arabella?

Voracious little fellows.

From a sacred cave
called Abandawe.

Abandawe will devour ye!

Abandawe! Abandawe.

Abandawe?

It is hallowed to the natives
of Jamaica,

a place of great power.

It is said that
folk disappear there.

How could those wretched
sailors do this

to my beloved Arabella?

Kill her, roast her on a spit

as though she were some sort
of feral animal.

To think of her...

a feast for a Chinaman.

- A Chinaman?
- Yes.

He murdered my Arabella.

Mamacita saw him.

The ship he was on,
was it nearby?

What else did she see?

Many sailors and broken sails

scattered on the sand.

Where is the ship now?

What does that matter?

Those heathens ate my Arabella.

And I am sorry for that

but I need to know
how to get there.

Devils, the whole lot of them.

How do I get to the ship?

The sea holds untold dangers.

Aye, milord.

Those seen and unseen.

Even knowledgeable mariners
must be wary

- of uncharted shoals.
- Hm.

And those gales
didn't help matters.

'Tis lucky only
the foremast fell

and the hull remains intact.

There's naught to be done
for the men we lost, but...

no shame in grieving for them.

I do not grieve for them,
Milord.

There were times
during our journey

I wished Captain Raines dead.

Warren, too.

Now they lie at the bottom of
the sea with Mr. Murphy.

I fear the Lord's wrath
for my unholy thoughts.

The Lord is merciful.

Ye may have
impure thoughts, but...

Wi' a pure heart,

ye will have His forgiveness.

'Tis hotter than
the Devil's arse.

Aye. Must be what it's like
burning in hell.

Dinna fash, lads. The foremast
will soon be mended.

With luck on our side,
we'll be on our way to Jamaica.

- Ohh.
- Plenty of rum and rations.

And lasses.

What lass would lie wi' ye?

Ye're like a tatterdemalion

and smell of fartleberries.

Ye dinna look...

Or smell any better.

If ye worked as hard
as ye gabbed,

we would have been
long under way.

The men
are growing restless.

I dinna blame them.

Lesley.

I'm eager to get
to Kingston myself.

Be reunited with my wife.

With Captain Raines dead,
I can man the helm.

But I shall leave charge
of the men

and the captain's quarters
to you.

I'll no argue
that matter with you.

- Oh, look at...
- That's a tighter...

The next tide could serve us
if we had more hands.

I ken someone who's a fine
hand wi' a needle

who can help us
with the mainsail.

Marsali.

Aye, just over there.

Two, one.

That's it. Ye boat.

- Get those crates loaded.
- Lesley, over there.

Ah!

- Get that box for me.
- Hurry up and

take down those tents.

Heave.

That's it. Keep going.

How long until we can depart?

If we have her rigging
in place,

we make sail tonight
when it's cooler,

that the tar on
the foremast might harden.

Jamie!

Jamie!

Check the yardarm.

Baxley, hand me yer spyglass.

Sassenach.

Claire!

Claire!

Jamie!

Claire!

Ohh, oh.

Thank Christ.

I feared I'd lost ye again.

Oh.

What happened to ye?

Mac Dubh's wife turns up in the
most unlikely of places,

- does she no?
- Aye.

She just drops in
out of nowhere.

Ohh. Oh.

Strange as that priest
may have been, Sassenach,

I'm grateful he took ye in.

- Mm.
- Still canna believe

ye jumped from a ship
into the ocean.

Well, I had to tell you
about the warrants.

Sir Percival found the body
in a cask of crème de menthe.

We should've cut that body up,

left nothing to find.

Jamie, Captain Leonard
is an ambitious young man.

He won't stop looking for you.

And I won't stop searching
for young Ian.

Leonard canna arrest a man
he canna find.

Dinna fash, Sassenach.

I was a wanted man
when first we met.

Yes, well, I didn't like it
much then either.

Ohh.

We best get to Jamaica
before Leonard does.

All...

finished, Honorable Wife.

Thank you, Yi Tien Cho.

I couldn't have done it
better myself.

I, uh...

I gave my blessing
to Fergus and Marsali.

You did?

He loves her.

As I do you, Sassenach.

Oh.

So much death and suffering.

The crew we lost
on the Artemis,

Captain Raines, Warren, Murphy.

We have time to spare,
waiting for

the foremast tar to harden.

It would be a blessing to find
a wee bit of joy, would it not?

Yes, it would.

And what did you have in mind?

- A wedding.
- A wedding?

I think I know someone
who can help us with that.

I am...

deeply sorry
for the pain I've caused you,

Father Fogden.

I did not know of

Arabella's
importance to you.

Where I come from,

goats are not revered,

as they are here

and as they should be.

Please, forgive my ignorance.

There was a time when I was
a stranger in a strange land,

much like you are now.

I forgive you, Mr. Willoughby.

May I offer you some yupa?

Here, let me help.

Any nerves?

No. Why would I have nerves?

Well, I was nervous
on my wedding day.

There was so much
I didn't know.

There's one thing I dinna ken.

When Fergus and I lie together,

how do I not have a bairn?

You don't want a child?

It just seems
most young women do.

I would like one, someday.

But for now, with Fergus,
I just...

want to enjoy it.

Fergus says he kens what to do

and I'll like it fine,
once we're past the first time.

I... I'm just not sure
that's true.

Well, why wouldn't it be?

After Jamie marrit my mother,

I saw how 'twas between them.

When he drew her close,
she'd shrink away.

But when I saw you
wi' Daddy on the ship,

I think ye enjoy
being together.

Yes.

We do.

I want to be happy wi' Fergus

the way you are wi' Daddy,

without having to worry
about a bairn.

You being a wisewoman, I
thought you'd be worth asking.

When we get back to the ship,

I'll explain to you
how it's done, hm?

So there is a way.

Maybe you're no
the devil after all.

I bid thee welcome.

Dearly beloved, I bless you
in the name of the Lord.

Wilt thou have this woman...

Uhh, not me, sir, no.
Uh, him, please.

- Him? Are you sure?
- He's missing a hand.

- Will the bride mind?
- I will not.

I don't suppose
it's an impediment.

Not as though he's
lost his cock.

- Uh, he hasn't has he?
- If ye'd hurry up

and get on wi' it,
I could find out.

- Marsali.
- Ye know I've been

waiting to bed you for months.

I'm sorry, Father.
She... she speaks her mind.

One of the many things
I love about her.

Your name, in its entirety,
my dear?

I cannot marry you without it.

Marsali Jane MacKimmie.

Marsali.

Marsali.

Marsali. Lovely.

For the love of God, Father,
are we to stand here

havering about my name?

Or d'ye intend to marry me?

Will thou,
Marsali Jane MacKimmie

have this man
for thy wedded husband?

To have and to hold,

from this day forward...

- forsaking all others...
- I will.

And you have a name, too?

And a cock?

I cannot marry you without it,
it's not allowed.

Yes. Fergus.

In its entirety, if you please.

It's just Fergus.

Surely, you have a surname,
do you not?

I cannot marry you properly
without one.

Um...

Fraser.

His name
is Fergus Claudel Fraser.

Well, Fergus Claudel Fraser.

Wonderful.

Wilt thou,
Fergus Claudel Fraser,

have this woman
for thy wedded wife?

I will.

The ring.

And now, I unite you in wedlock

in the name of the Father and
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

- Je t'aime, ma femme.
- I love you, too.

May God bless your union.

And may God bless your union,
as well.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Father.

Ye, uh... ye didna
take this wi' you

- to the Porpoise.
- Mm.

It wasn't enough to treat
the hundreds of men.

Besides, that antibiotic
wouldn't work against typhoid.

Mm.

This soup is delicious.

Willoughby shall be pleased.

He made ye the wee broth,
special.

Mm.

Christ. You're burning up.

Oh. I know.

Ah. That's why I need this.

Ah.

Ha.

- Here.
- Mm.

I am the doctor.

Mm... bugger.

Hm.

Let me help you.

Just push it through.

Yes.

And then pull up the plunger.

Slowly.

A little bit more.

Now pull it out.

Turn it upright.

And just push
the plunger a little.

Oh!

All right, well,

this is your chance
for revenge if you want it.

Ye want me to stab ye
in the arse with this?

Yes.

I've done it to you before.

You know what it feels like.

It's not too bad, is it?

Dinna think I ken do it.

Oh, for God's sake.

Give it to me. Mm.

Ahh.

Now, just push
the plunger down.

Mm!

Ahh.

Ohh.

Mm. Mm. Hm.

- You...
- Mm.

Should keep yer strength up.

Mm.

What kind of soup is this?

Oh, turtle.

Manzetti took a large
hawksbill last night.

Willoughby wasted no time
putting it in a pot.

I've never had turtle before.

Mm, you know,

turtle is supposed to
be an aphrodisiac.

Mm.

That is very bawdy for a
respectable married woman.

What do you mean?
I'm respectable.

Are ye now?

Sitting there,
wi' your hair loose

and your nipples staring me
in the eye,

the size of cherries.

Well, it's nothing
you haven't seen before.

Bolt the door.

Bolt the door?

Mm-hmm.

Why would I do that?

Do I look like the sort of man
that would take advantage

of a woman that's not only
wounded and boiling with fever,

but drunk as well?

I'm not drunk.

You can't get drunk
on turtle soup.

You can if it's Willoughby's
turtle soup.

By the smell of it,

there's a whole bottle
of Sherry in it.

Besides, you once told me that
you can't be drunk

- if you're standing up.
- Aye.

- Ooh, now...
- Aye, but you

are hardly standing up.

Stop trying to
change the subject.

And ye will stop
talking about it.

Because I wouldna
use force on a woman.

But you do have
a very healthy grip,

for someone with a fever.

Oh, ah...

No, it would hurt your arm.

- Let me worry about my arm.
- Ahh.

Ohh. Oh, oh.

This must be what it's like
making love in hell. Mm!

- Ohh!
- With a burning she-devil.

Mmm.

Shh.

Honorable Wife,

she enjoyed
the turtle soup?

Ye... yes, yes.
Very much.

It was a fine,
hawksbill turtle.

A most elegant beast.

Does she wish for more?

I have made a fresh pot.

No, no, no.

No, she's had
more than enough.

No, she hasn't!

Good night, Willoughby.

Good night.