All language subtitles for Outlander S8E3 Abies Fraseri

Previously. You did quite well, John. I
have had carnal knowledge of your wife.

I'll no say I'm going to mind this
because I'll do her. But nothing in this

world can take you from me or me from
you. But General Romain.

I promised I shall keep him here with me
for as long as I wear this uniform.

We passed overnight.

By the next morning, he's already been
buried.

I cried.

Monsieur Bichon. He's my stepbrother. Or
was.

Do you know a British captain named
Richardson?

He's sending your son to a gang of
Hessians. Why are you helping me? Oh,

you. She had a dream about you. When
your hair is like snow, you will have

wisdom beyond time.

War is coming to the back country.
There'll be a battle in about a year's

at a place called King's Mountain, and
the James Fraser dies in it. Imagine

we're in Cleveland. There's a Tory on
your lap named Cunningham.

Cleveland? Then you are the James Fraser
in the book.

Sing me a song of a life that is gone.

Sing me a song of a life that is gone.

At last be I.

Mary of thought, she sailed on a day

over the sea to sky.

Mrs. Abbott had a camera like this.

She never let us touch it.

Penny, would you like to have it?

Have it?

Yes, to bring home.

Have it all for yourself.

Mrs. McKenzie, I have your post.

Think about it while I go get the post.

That's very pretty.

Yes, sir.

Though it looks a bit out of place in
these parts.

As do you.

You're a pretty one, too.

How would you like to keep me company on
my travels?

I shouldn't like this at all.

Well, come now.

You seem like quite the adventurous.

And you.

Or toad -faced foot licker.

Benny?

Are those men bothering you?

They're officers.

How can you tell?

The way they carry themselves.

I think they said to me they're officers
at... at the brothel.

to speak in this thing, man. I think
they can do as they please. If anyone

want to, they'll have a word with them.

No.

Let's just go.

See you.

That one's for you.

That's from your former husband.

What does he want with you?

Actually, he wants Brianna.

Apparently, he's in Savannah and
Williams with him.

He's invited her to come and paint a
portrait of his nephew's wife and son.

I'll go see if she would like to go.

No, you won't.

Would you care to rephrase that?

No.

This doesn't involve you. I don't mean
to be involved.

I don't mean for you to be involved with
Joan Grey at all.

But it's a wee bit late for that.

You know what happened. You know why. I
do, Ken.

What happened, he laid you down on the
floor, spread your legs and swived you.

You think I'll ever hear that man's name
or not think about it? I thought we

were done with that.

Did I once tell you I'm a jealous man?

You did. And did I tell you?

I begrudged every hour you spent in
another man's bed.

You did. I meant it.

I still mean it.

But you'll do as you damn please. God
knows you always do, but don't pretend

didn't care what I feel about it.

You can't avoid John forever. If
William's involved with him, then so are

Damn William.

The pig -headed Scot.

What has William done?

William hasn't done anything.

Then why is Mr Fraser so angry?

He's Scottish, which means he's
stubborn.

But it doesn't have anything to do with
William.

You probably shouldn't have told him.

Told him what?

I know what swived means.

Men don't like to share a woman.

I really like you and Mr. Fraser.

You've been good to me.

It's a shame I'll have to go.

Why on earth would you have to go?

William asked Mr. Fraser to take care of
me. If he's angry at William, he won't

want to do what William asked.

And then I'll have to go back to Mrs.
Abbott.

I'll have to work.

You'll never.

I have to go back there.

We took you in because we wanted you.

No, you didn't.

William made Mr Fraser take me.

Speaking as someone who knows both of
them rather well, I can assure you no

could make either of them do anything
against his will.

Mr Fraser promised to keep you safe.

He keeps his word.

And so do I.

Ben's not dead.

That's why his body is not in his grave.

It seems far more likely that Ben is
buried in a grave with that other man's

name on it.

Whoever buried them might simply have
muddled the bodies.

Or Ben escaped and they buried another
person in his grave to hide the fact.

Why would anyone go to the trouble? To
cover up the embarrassment of having

a prominent prisoner of high rank.

I made a few further inquiries, but
unfortunately no one I spoke with had

more information.

Likely because it doesn't exist.

I had a tin soldier.

Ben gave me when we were boys.

General Roland.

I gave it back to him when he went to
war. It wasn't among his belongings.

And you think that Ben is alive because
he didn't have this tin soldier that you

gave him?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

You've had a difficult few months,
William, and I think perhaps you were

looking... It's not about that. You were
looking for a sense of purpose.

No, there is something amiss here.

I know it.

You haven't mentioned any of this to
Lady Grey, have you? Of course not.

Unless I find something substantial to
tell her.

Well, I do not purport to give any
credence to your theory.

If Ben escaped, as you assert, then he
likely would have gotten word to his

commander. Hmm?

Well, as luck would have it, Major
General Leslie is newly assigned to the

Southern Campaign, and General Prevost
is holding a luncheon in his honor.

I could procure an invitation for you,
if you wish.

You're simply trying to get me back out
into society.

Well, for Judas, then, that an
opportunity should arise in which we

what we want.

So John wants me to paint a portrait.

Hmm.

Why is he writing to you and not Da?

Well, because your father and Lord John
had a falling out.

Currently not on speaking terms.

Oh.

What sort of falling out?

When I thought Jamie was dead, I married
him.

What?

About to be arrested as a spy for the
Continental Army. And, well, John

the only way to stop that from happening
was... I was married to a British

officer.

Oh.

So why is John mad? Sounds like John was
protecting you.

It's like you slept together.

Mama!

It only happened once.

We were both drowning in grief and
alcohol.

I can't really explain it.

Wow.

How in the hell will I look John in the
eye when I see him?

Wait, I don't have to calm down now, do
I?

Do not joke about that in front of your
father.

Oh, I won't. I won't.

I apologize.

I was shot and got shot.

But if there's something you need, I can
leave word for Mr. Crombie. I haven't

come to make a purchase.

Oh. Then how can I help you, Mr. Fraser?

My daughter tells me the two men came to
visit you today.

Officers, it seems.

Yes. I was visited by two of my son's
comrades.

They're conventioners waiting to be
exchanged.

They took the opportunity to return some
of my son's belongings.

Fraser's Ridge is a long way from any
army, Captain.

It's where I like it.

It's what you claim to like about it,
too.

Indeed.

Very generous of them, then, to travel
so far for a social call.

Yes, it was.

I can only hope.

I properly conveyed my gratitude.

Can we do nothing eye to eye in terms of
politics?

No, I'm not in favor of holding a man's
opinions against him.

I will not tolerate any actions that
will threaten the Ridge or its settlers.

I can assure you that those men meant no
one any harm.

I don't care what was said.

One of them spoke with Francis, a young
lassie.

And my charge, greatly upset her.

I apologize for their behavior.

I shall have words with them should they
return.

Though I think it unlikely you will see
them again.

Very well, Captain.

Forgive my intrusion. I was told you
were out. I never would have...

It's fine.

Did you need something?

I thought this waistcoat might go nicely
with the suit Uncle John got for you.

You made this?

I embroidered it then.

You're similar in size.

I'd be happy for you to get some use out
of it.

Thank you.

It's the most fanciful waistcoat I've
ever owned.

It's not fanciful at all.

Every single one of these beetles can be
found in the colonies.

And they're all the anatomically correct
colours and shapes.

Well, I will admit, the red eyes really
were a touch of fancy on my part. I just

thought the pattern required more red
than a single ladybird beetle would

provide.

They're entirely appropriate.

Thank you.

Now, let's see if it fits.

If you don't mind, of course.

Yes.

Just right.

Why beetles?

I know it's likely a disappointment to
your family, but... My father is not

of nobility.

He's a naturalist.

When he can afford to be.

And when he cannot afford to be.

He's a bookseller in Philadelphia.

And my grandfather is a botanist.

Hence my name.

Amaranthus. It's a plant.

Amaranthus retroflexus.

Commonly known as pigweed.

It's a beautiful name.

And a lovely waistcoat.

No, absolutely not. You told Roger that
Daddy's book warns of a battle coming to

the backcountry.

We're going to need a lot more than just
a few hunting rifles, and Savannah is

the place to get them.

The British hold the city, but the
Continental Army is stationed nearby,

to take it back.

And where there are armies, there are
guns.

Too dangerous.

The city's under siege. They won't allow
people to just come and go as they

please. Well, they will, I didn't guess,
of Lord John Grey.

And John included a letter of safe
passage with his invitation.

And how are you going to pay for these
guns?

Historically, we know the armies are
short of coins, so we were thinking some

the Frenchmen's gold.

We were almost killed for it. We may as
well use it to protect ourselves.

If you make it into the city, bandits
don't rob you of it all and leave you

dead. Jamie... No!

No, I wouldn't allow it.

Jamie, don't punish Brianna and Roger
because you're angry about John.

Now, I don't like it either, but they've
obviously thought it through.

They're not going.

They don't need your permission.

They asked for it, did they not?

They asked for your blessing and your
help.

They don't need my help.

John Grey has taken care of everything.

I could have lied, you know.

No, you couldn't.

You can't lie to anyone, Sensenach, let
alone me.

Given his lordship, it already told me
the truth.

You can't have been sure it was the
truth.

I could have told you that he was
talking out his backside because he

annoy you and you would have believed
me.

Don't you hear anything about his
lordship's backside?

Why didn't you lie then?

Because I promised you honesty.

If honesty turns out to be a double
-edged sword, well, I think the wounds

to be worth it.

Did Frank think that?

I should have to ask him.

This is about you and me.

What do you want me to say?

But I wish I hadn't slept with John.

Do you?

As I know, Sassenach, I may do something
I regret.

You forgave me.

You said so. I didn't.

I said I will love you forever, and I
will, but... You can't love someone if

won't forgive them.

I forgive you. How dare you?

First you're angry with me because I
didn't forgive you, and now you're

at me because I did. I didn't do
anything wrong in the first place, and

it. You did.

You did do it. Do you think I was
unfaithful to you?

And I wasn't.

Do you want to care what's wrong with
me?

Yes.

It's a thing out of my head.

And hopefully I'm on it.

And then he sends you a letter and it
all comes back again.

When I think of it, I see you.

I need to have you then and there.

Heath is there in my head.

How do you think I can stand to think
that you and I are sharing a bed with

in it?

We're not.

I have never, not for one second,
thought of anyone else but you when I'm

your bed.

I ought to be offended that you think I
do. I ought to.

You think very highly of yourself,
doesn't he?

I think we've caught the muscles.

Did I break the skin?

You do that every time you touch me.

I go to bed fighting about your third
husband, and I wait to find you gazing

a book written by your first.

Well, lucky for you, I'm only in love
with my second.

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

About Frank?

Maybe he intended for me to read this
book while he was alive.

Find out what happened to you.

That you survived Culloden.

And that the life that I envisioned with
you, dreamt of, had been within reach.

Then he stole it from me.

Can he be that cunning?

Hold that much hate?

Do you?

Can't forgive John and we were only
married for a few weeks.

If you were Frank.

I would hate me for taking your heart
fully forever.

But what if he thought you did come back
to me?

Perhaps it's punishment.

At Wentworth, I whispered him in Black
Jack's ear the date of his death.

I'd read it in Frank's research papers.

But in that moment, it was the only
weapon I had.

Because I wanted to torture him.

You think Frank is torturing you?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Not forgetting about you.

Not letting you go.

No one can be tortured with the truth as
well as a lie.

Now, what you told Black Jack was real,
Claire.

I just don't know what's real or not
anymore.

That's what's worrying me.

You know it's real.

In your heart, you know what's written
is the truth.

General Leslie.

Good afternoon.

William Ransom, sir. Your servant.

I believe you know my father, Lord John
Grey.

Oh, of course.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

What a charming waistcoat. Thank you. My
cousin embroidered it for me.

That is my cousin Benjamin Grey's widow.

I believe he fought under your command,
General.

It's a very great loss.

My... Deepest sympathies to you and your
family.

Thank you.

I recently visited Middlebrook
Encampment to pay my respects at his

He possessed such incredible strength
and spirit.

I find it very difficult to believe he
perished there.

When was the last time you heard from
him? When he left with the raiding

I'm afraid.

I received one letter after they were
captured and nothing more.

He was a fine soldier and an even better
man.

I suppose lunch is served.

I wonder if I may beg a favour of you,
my lord.

The colonial office is keen to learn
more about the conditions under which

prisoners are being held. As you've
recently visited Middlebrook, Perhaps

be willing to speak with my adjutant and
tell him what you witnessed there.

I would be glad to.

He spoke with your father earlier.

His experience with prisoners was, of
course, some time ago.

Prisoners? My father?

Lord John was the governor of a prison
in Scotland, was he not?

Twenty, perhaps twenty -five years ago?

Twenty -five years ago?

Ardmere, I believe it was called.

Are you the healer?

I am.

I'm Claire.

And you are?

I'm Agnes.

Agnes Whitaker.

Were you hurt, Agnes?

No. It's my mother.

She's with a child and she needs help.

And where is your mother now?

I'm Binta.

This is Susanna.

Something's wrong.

Susanna, I'm Claire.

I'm going to help.

Help.

Dozens of babies coming to the world, ma
'am. This one will come.

A thing from stock.

What is it?

Twins.

Twins.

You sure?

Can you feel that?

That's the baby's head.

And the other one.

Here.

The baby's back. It's head's down.

Drink some honey water.

It appears the babies are caught on each
other.

And one is stopping the other one making
its way through.

Now, I know this may sound impossible,
but we're going to help you get up and

get you walking.

Sometimes a change of position can help
them move.

What the devil are you doing here?

Lovely to see you again, John.

I might assume that your presence here
indicates that you are no longer working

for the Marquis.

I could still be true to La Belle
France.

No, I could not.

You wouldn't know if I was telling you
the truth or a lie, would you?

What do you want, President?

Oh, quite a lot of things.

But principally, I'm seeking a meeting
with a Claudel Fraser.

He runs a print shop here in town.

I have information that might be a boon
to the man.

I've written him several letters, but he
won't respond to my invitation.

What makes you think I can help?

He was born in Paris, in a brothel. I'm
mistaken from said brothel by a tall,

red -headed Scotsman named Fraser.

If I'm not mistaken, you spent a good
deal of time in the presence of a...

red -headed Scotsman named Fraser.

I believe the two of them to be
acquainted, if not related.

It's a very common surname.

I'm not asking you to betray your
friend.

All I'm asking is that you contact this
Claudel fellow and encourage him to meet

with me.

I'm working out of a solicitor's office
here in town.

Because you helped before with William,
I'll consider it.

In turn.

I have a favor to ask of you.

I need you to locate Captain Richardson.

After his little trick with the Hessians
last year, he seems to have vanished

into thin air.

The room was about, but he's proven very
difficult to find.

Consider it done.

I'm Aaron Whitaker.

I'm told my wife came this way.

Please.

I

need

to go.

Now. Papa, no.

She needs help. You've put all of us in
danger. Mr. Whitaker.

I'm James Frader. This is my wife,
Claire. She is a midwife and healer.

And your wife is in need of one.

With respect, Mr. Fraser, I've little
trust in white men.

I'm a free man. My wife is a free woman.
And I intend to raise our children

free.

I will not risk that for a white healer.
We mean no harm to you and your family.

I will not ask where you live. I will
not tell anyone you are here.

You are my what?

Please.

Allow my wife to help yours.

Please, Aaron.

No!

I

suppose

I've lost my choice in a matter, haven't
I?

I'll fetch you a dram of whisky.

What do you

have

there?

It's for you.

It's not a present.

Not like that.

I stopped by Middlebrook after Henry's
wedding to collect what they had of

belongings.

I didn't ask you to do this.

I wanted to find out what I could about
the circumstances of his death.

I thought he might have liked Trevor to
have his uniform.

He would have.

Thank you.

I'll put it with the rest of his
belongings.

I see that.

Before Ben left the last time, before
the raid, he... He asked me to give that

to the baby when he was born.

Come.

Take a walk.

Lovely outside.

You know, my father says there's a kind
of finch that learns its songs from its

parents. Take an egg and put it from one
nest into another some miles away, and

the nestling will learn the songs of its
new parents.

You and your father are quite
knowledgeable.

Which reminds me, thank you again for
the waistcoat.

It was very popular among the upper
ranks of the British military.

I'm glad to hear it.

I regret I was unable to expound upon it
properly.

See, my father's but a lowly lord,
woefully uninformed on the complexities

our natural world.

Let me help you.

This is a dogbane leaf beetle, Chrysocus
auratus.

This one, with the long nose, is a
billbug.

He eats cattails and young corn. Quite a
fairy diet.

Hmm.

Dinosaur Titius.

The eastern Hercules beetle.

Dinosaur Titius means Titius the
Wanderer, if I'm not mistaken.

What does that have to do with Hercules?

Are they not both large and possessed of
extraordinary strength?

I suppose.

Though the stories seem hardly
interchangeable. A giant who is a vile

and a heroic demigod.

Perhaps he simply has two sides to him.

Seem known to be contrary, Miss Dunner.

As for the beetle, I couldn't say.

But you are, aren't you?

Me?

How do you mean?

I mean, you don't intend to live your
life in order to please other people's

expectations, do you?

No.

I suppose not.

All right, Susanna.

That's it.

Push. That's it. Push.

One more. One more.

You're done.

You have a boy, Susanna.

I'm just going to feel.

This next baby is upside down.

You can do this. No.

Yes. Yes, you can.

But on my count, you're going to push.

All right?

Three, two, one.

And push.

Susanna. What's wrong with the baby?

Let her take care of the baby, Susanna.

Come on.

Why can't I get the baby? Come on.

Come on.

No. Cleo.

Let me take our suspect.

Michael.

I'd lost my child.

and that Berne shouldn't be alive,
Claire.

You didn't think you could save her?

I've seen that look on your face before.

The moment you realise there isn't
anything more you can do.

I don't have any good explanation for
how she lived.

At least not one that makes any sense.

Then tell me one that doesn't make
sense.

I felt something.

Something I've felt before.

In Paris, after Faith was born.

After she died.

I was so ill.

I was dying, and I knew it.

But in that moment, well, I wanted to
die.

Then Master Raymond came.

I was lying in the hospital burning with
fever.

And he... He put his hands on me.

And I felt... Light.

A pale blue light.

I felt it spread outward from my bones,
washing through me.

It was as if he... Burned the infection
out of me with a giant hand.

And her body.

And I felt her heart beat again.

You are a brilliant healer, Claire.

I've witnessed it myself.

I've seen you bring people back from the
brink of death before.

Is it different?

Do you see any... Anything blue?

No.

But I did see you try to save that wee
bell.

I forget you were thinking of our faith.

I was too.

I must see any light.

If Master Raymond was able to do that
for me,

maybe that's how he was able to bring
Faith back.

Maybe that's what he wants forgiveness
for.

For taking our daughter from us. Then
why did he not tell you?

Why did he not return her to you after?

Probably couldn't.

I mean, the gendarmes were after him.

Well, then he was erected and the king
banished him from France.

Can I say it's an easy thing to
understand?

It never is with you, Sassenach.

Jamie, what color is my head?

All the colors of the earth.

Right.

Right here.

All around your face.

colour of moonlight.

Agree?

So, what's with the cairn?

In Scotland, we make cairns in memory of
those we've lost.

To honour them.

I made one here for a man I loved very
much.

My godfather.

I go there whenever I feel the need to
speak with him.

I know Jane is buried far from here, but
this cairn is hers now.

I wish I'd known her.

It would have been welcome to live with
her here.

Whenever you're missing her, you can
come and make a stone on top.

Speak to her, if you like.

Let her know you're thinking of her.

Honey, I love you, but...

This

is your home.

And Jane's home.

Thank you, Mr. Fraser.

Yes, yes.

Can I move?

Stephen?

What have you done?

I caught these two smuggling guns onto
your property.

You're just in time to help me string
them up.

As a warning to others, you will do no
such thing.

You are a man.

Warming up right under your nose for too
long. I get to make an example out of

it.

Well, I'm not.

Now, if you're not going to help, you
can step aside.

Your eagerness to make an example of
them has clouded your reason.

If you had any to begin with, you sent
any knowledge of their purpose to

perdition, William.

I know these men.

Francis.

Would you just stay back?

This one is the horrible man from the
trading post.

Oh.

Horrible man.

What have you got there?

I told you once before to let me handle
my business myself.

I will not tell you again now.

Finally, find your way to the other side
of the property line.

Do what you want.

But I'm keeping these guns.

Good day to you, Mr. Fraser.

Who's the captain?

Well, if you'll kindly wait a moment,
I'll take you to him.

Mr. Fraser, to what do I owe the
pleasure? It seems your son's friends

returned after all.

They were smuggling two crates of
muskets onto the ridge.

I'm sure you are mistaken.

I'm not.

It's my guess they were on their way to
see you.

Where are they now?

Buried in the woods with bullets in
their chests.

Not by my hand. Just a bloodthirsty over
-mountain bugger.

He was willing to part with their
bodies, but not the muskets, those he

with him.

Oh, those poor boys.

They will have to write to their
families.

This was on one of them.

A letter from your uncle, Eldon in
Salisbury.

He told me you had acquaintances there,
but no kin.

A .B.

Fraser, I, a subspecies of balsam fir
which you may find on high ridges

throughout the backcountry, will give
you good timber for building.

It is rather a dull letter, though some
words stood out.

He speaks of his arms three times and
mentions a new recruit to his firm.

Mr. Fraser. You see, I don't think this
letter is about trees anymore. It is

about a man's arms.

This pistol is rather late.

Wide update on Fraser's Ridge.

Additional arms coming soon.

Progress is slow in Rowan County.

In need of new recruits.

Very impressive, Mr. Fraser.

And you are right.

That letter is not about trees.

I assume it is from my Commander Major
Patrick Ferguson.

The commander.

I had indeed intended to retire, but God
and his sovereign had other plans for

me.

Major Patrick Ferguson has been ordered
by General Lord Cornwallis to exploit

the greatest untapped resource in this
war.

The loyal Southerner.

He has put me in charge of finding such
men in this stretch of the backcountry.

You are raising a loyalist militia on my
land.

I am. You are surely mistaken. If you
think I will allow it... You have been

gone a long time, Mr. Fraser.

You might be surprised to learn that
most of your settlers' loyalty to their

king is stronger than that of their
landlord.

I regret that I was dishonest with you,
but given your history with the rebel

army, surely you can understand why.

Still...

Having got to know you a little, I do
wonder if our politics are as different

you say they are.

Speak plainly.

Sir,

I can't guess your meaning.

We both wish to put this war behind us.

The quickest way for that to happen is
the hate and the king's victory.

You're asking me to fight with you?

For the crew? If you wish to protect
your land and all those who live on it.

If you wish to keep Fraser's Ridge,
Fraser's Ridge, when this war is over,

it is perhaps the only choice to make.

Think about it, anyway.

I told you, Fraser.

It's coming.

The pieces are falling into place.

Just as I wrote, each day brings you
closer to King's Mountain and closer to

your history.