All language subtitles for Outlander.S05E01.NF.WEB-DL.English.US.ENG

Previously...

North Carolina offers
wealth and prosperity

for those willing
to persevere.

10,000 acres of His Majesty's
land at your disposal.

- You'll marry me?
- Yes.

How much money
do you want for it?

Well, perhaps
you could earn it.

Please! No, no!

I have no choice but to live
with what you've done to me.

While you rot in the ground, I will
raise my child to be nothing like you.

Brianna was attacked.

It might be Bonnet's child
that she bears.

Can ye go back to her?

You're here.

I love you.

The corruption of the governor's
sheriffs and tax collectors must end.

My first mission is to hunt
down and kill the fugitive...

Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

She's gone.

I swore an oath,
Jamie Fraser,

when you were
no more than a week old

and a bonny lad
at your mother's breast.

I knelt at Ellen's feet,
as I now kneel by yours.

And I swore to her,

by the name
of the threefold god,

I'd follow you always,

to do your bidding and guard your
back when you became a man grown

and was needing such service.

She's gone now,

but I'll always be with ye.

Always.

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ Is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Careful,
or you'll lose your head.

Here.

It's not called a cutthroat
razor for nothing.

Cannae have you looking like
you've been to the war and back.

Not today anyway.

Aye.

Nervous?

About what the day has in store for me
or that you have a blade to my throat?

But for you
a day off from...

working on the house,
at least?

Yeah, first in a wee while.

But we have a floor under our feet
now and a roof above our heads.

Couldn't have done it without
the help of some of the men.

Bree and I cannot thank you
enough for the gift of this cabin.

Couldn't have my wee grandson
sleeping in the woods now, could we?

I was thinking
of adding a loft.

Bree said she'd draw up some...
plans for me to follow.

So...

Yeah.

Have you the right tools?

Well, they say it's a bad tradesman
who blames his tools for his lack of...

skills.

I don't suppose
I've done much building.

Or farming,
for that matter.

Nor do I know
how to drive a horse,

or gut a deer
or wield a sword.

But I'm sure I'll find a suitable
trade to provide for my family.

And until that time, you'll have to
rely on the skills and trades of others.

Here.

The ring you asked Murtagh
to make for Bree.

Thank you.

I thought perhaps...

I only expected
copper and brass.

Well, this one is certainly fit
for my daughter.

Home is the place,
a site in which we live.

But Fraser's Ridge
is much more than that.

A community built by the
people who live there.

Once Jamie and I had chosen
the spot for our new home,

with the help of the settlers,
construction began.

Men and women who made us feel at
home before the walls of our new house

had even gone up, who stood by
us as the seasons came and went.

Who looked forward to reaping
the first harvest with us,

and to sharing in our
daughter's wedding.

Even if we hadn't quite
finished the house in time,

we were making
our mark on the land,

laying the foundations
for the rest of our lives.

It's not quite the white satin
and orange blossom I imagined.

No.

It's even more beautiful.

Now, I didn't have my mother
at either of my weddings.

I've dreamt of this day
for so long.

Helping you into your dress.

Doing your hair.

Mama, I'm here with you

and with the man I love.

It couldn't be more perfect.

Right.

I better go see
where your father's gone to.

It's almost time.

Yeah.

My baby.

Old.

New.

Borrowed.

And blue.

And blue enough?

Jamie.

In here.

Wait till you see her.

You've been busy.

Aye. I must do what I can for
her, while I have the chance.

We've not had
enough time together.

It was going
to happen one day.

And we're giving her away
to a man who loves her.

What?

You doubt his love?

Did he not
doubt it himself?

Well, he's here now
and he loves her.

Well, maybe
that's what I fear.

I ken what love
can make a man do.

Gives you courage,

but not the sense
to go along with it.

And no good love will do either
of them if he gets hisself killed.

He's a scholar.

I'm not sure
his area of expertise

covers the dangers
of the Carolina wilderness.

I suppose no amount of
time will prepare him.

Perhaps not,

but he has you
to teach him.

It's time?

You remembered.

"Something old,
something new,

something borrowed,
something blue.

And a silver sixpence...

for your shoe."

From Murtagh.

I am sorry
he can't be here today.

As is he.

I'm glad you brought
these back with ye.

I hoped that...

maybe you might
wear them one day.

Bonnie.

I don't imagine
it's quite the wedding

you maybe dreamt of
when you were a wee lass.

Not quite.

But the best thing,

I don't have
to imagine you.

It is a blessing
you came to me.

But having just gotten ye back,
must I give ye away so soon?

Da, no matter where I am...

I will always
be your wee girl.

You ready, mo leannan?

Je suis pret.

You look radiant.

The Frasers of the Ridge
are here!

It'll all be fine.

Remember, the two of you
together can conquer the world.

You are...

I love you, too.

Dearly beloved,

we have assembled here today
in the presence of God.

Let us therefore
reverently remember that God

has established and sanctified marriage
for the welfare and happiness of mankind.

I charge you both,
before God,

that if either of you
know of any reason

why you may lawfully not be
joined together in marriage,

you do confess it now.

Roger Jeremiah, wilt thou have
this woman to be thy wife,

and wilt thou pledge thy troth to
her, in all love and honor,

in all duty and service,
in all faith and tenderness,

to live with her
and cherish her,

according to the ordinance of
God in the holy bond of marriage?

I will.

Brianna Ellen...

Will you be well-assured...

Brave face, darling.

'Tis brave as I can muster

given that 'tis not in Latin
conducted by a Catholic priest.

...duty and service,
in all faith and tenderness,

to live with him
and cherish him,

according to
the ordinance of God

in the holy bond
of marriage?

I will.

Who giveth this woman
to be married to this man?

I do.

I, Roger Jeremiah, take thee,
Brianna Ellen, to be my wedded wife,

to have and to hold
from this day forward,

in plenty and want,
in joy and in sorrow,

in sickness and in health,
as long as we both shall live.

I, Brianna Ellen,
take thee,

Roger Jeremiah,
to be my wedded husband,

to have and to hold,
from this day forward...

...to have and to hold,
from this day forth,

for better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer...

...in sickness and in health.

...in sickness and in health,

as long as we both shall live.

- As long as we both shall live.
- As long as we both shall live.

Thank you.

Your Excellency.

Heartfelt congratulations
to you.

I'd kent you're coming, we might've
been better prepared to accommodate you,

offered you
a chamber in the house.

No. Attentions are where
they should be today.

When, in fact,
His Majesty has equipped me

with pavilion tents to rival some
of the best houses in the province.

And with my house unfinished,
I'm relieved to hear it.

Come.

Ceremony fit for a prince
in the days of yore.

I expect you'll be planning
a hunt in celebration?

The groom's
not much for hunting.

He sings like a bird
but not one for shooting them.

I have a man with me,
Lieutenant Knox.

Well, it's a platoon
to be precise.

Hope your men
enjoy themselves.

Well, it's business that brings them
here, not pleasure, unfortunately.

Here? To the backcountry,
you mean?

All manner of things
can grow from fallow soil,

as you've intimated
in your letters,

and there certainly seems to be
an abundance of that out here.

Enough to keep a good number
of men busy, including myself.

Well, I ask you, is the man
who delays paying his landlord

more or less
of a thief than, say,

the letter writer who is
parsimonious with his words?

When I write, Your Excellency,
I aim to provide simple facts.

But I can't help but feel myself
robbed of the satisfaction

of seeing one particular story
being brought to its conclusion.

Your dispatches have kept me
enthralled these past few months,

but a few too many twists and
turns of plot for my taste.

You know, I like to see a
villain get his comeuppance.

But I'm keeping you
from your guests.

Congratulations, Uncle Roger.

Oh.

Look at you.

Don't touch my hair.

Germain, ye daft thing.
Why not?

Grand-père says
you have ticks.

Ticks?

Oui.

Says all Presbyterians
have hair ticks.

Right.

Off you go, go play.

The bride and groom.

Slàinte mhath!

Slàinte mhath!

So, your father
thinks I'm a heretic.

It's not just you,

he thinks
all Presbyterians are.

He just cannot forgive me for not
coming back to you right away.

No, some of us like to
think before we act.

But you did come back,
and that's all that matters.

Go tell him that.

You know, in my America,
it's traditional for the bride and groom

to feed one another
a little bit of wedding cake.

Good.

I wish you told me first.
There was me thinking

that you were just trying
to shut me up for a minute.

But a wife should never dare
contradict her husband.

It's my turn.

Thank you.

And here we are, mistress.

The happy couple,
Mister and Mistress MacKenzie.

Congratulations.

Wed at last.

Thank you.

I wondered if your
husband would be so good

as to speak with me in my
pavilion before I leave?

Of course.

I'll look forward to it.
Enjoy the dancing.

Hmm.

At least
your aunt likes me.

Well, you do look dashing.

As I'm sure
you've told her.

She, for one, can't see that
I have cake all over my face.

Maybe, when we go back,
we can do all this again.

And I'll be
a little more prepared.

My throat is drying out.
Who's next?

Laurie. Come on.

I slit a sheet,
I sheet, I shit.

Who's next?

Whoa...

Come on, Morton,
time waits for no man.

Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers.

Slàinte!

Whoa...

Peter Pecker
plucked a pluck of...

Forfeit.

Forfeit. Come on.

You would have more luck in
French, my love.

Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers.

Quickly, think of another,
Mistress Fraser.

Else you'll face a forfeit.

No, my mind is blank.

Come on.

- Whoa...
- I know...

'Tis maybe a wee bit
vulgar for a lady.

May the Lord forgive me.

There was an old pheasant
and he's not too pleasant.

And though
I'm not a pheasant plucker,

I'll be plucking pheasants till
the pheasant plucking's done.

Some Shakespeare, anyone?

No. No. Forfeit, please.

Up we go.

Exhausting, no matter
what century you're in.

A wise man once said, "No one
dances sober unless he's insane."

Let's grab a drink.

Mistress, might I?

- Of course, Lizzie.
- Might you what? Come on.

Shall we teach Jem how to
do the "mashed potato"?

Or the "twist?"

Anyone watching you, they'll think
you've gone stark raving mad.

Brides are allowed to be
crazy on their wedding day.

You know,
it's not very easy with this music,

but you know who I'd love
to see it giving it a go?

I don't think you'd get a "mashed
potato" out of your father.

Well, we'll see about that.

Good luck.

Willie's well, then?

He'd be dancing with joy
unconfined if he were here.

There's never a dull moment,

nor any rest, where youth
and pleasure meet.

And both fair youth
and pleasure

are to be found
in England at the moment.

Ah.

I'm always glad
to hear your news, John.

And I endeavor to bring you
only glad tidings.

But in your letters, you asked me
to undertake something for you.

Do you want one?

Do I need one?

I'm afraid
I have some shocking news.

There have been sightings
of Bonnet in the province.

Bonnet.

I should have made certain.
I don't know why I didn't.

I assumed he had
perished in the rubble.

That bastard has an ungodly
way of escaping death.

Or maybe Hell is too good
for Stephen Bonnet

and the Devil
wouldn't let him in.

Well, did he put
Elvis to shame?

Oh. Couldn't find him.

You all right, darling?

Yeah.

Yeah, was just thinking it's a
shame cameras don't exist yet.

It has been a day to remember, Mrs.
MacKenzie,

even if we don't
have any photographs.

You know,
Daddy wouldn't have been in them,

even if we were
in our own time.

But Frank would have been
so proud of you.

And he would be delighted that
you are marrying an Oxford man.

Well...

We used to joke,
living in Boston,

that you'd end up
with a Chad or a Chip.

Well, I have a Roger
and a MacKenzie to boot.

Now, which one of you lovely
ladies would like to cut a rug?

Ah, don't mind if I do.

You missed
a beautiful ceremony.

Aye.

But I did catch
a glimpse from afar.

Though... was that
a redcoat I saw?

Governor Tryon.

Then... what took you so long?

Well, I'm not in the habit

of traipsing out to a shed
to meet my... acquaintances.

Who said it's a shed?

Perhaps I've made a hasty
judgement, being too generous.

The sound of twigs snapping
and mud squelching underfoot,

well, it would suggest
something a wee bit... rustic.

Well, think of it as an
enchanting woodland palace

built by the kindly wood-nymphs
that live hereabouts.

What would that make you?
The Fairy King?

Your dispatches aren't
satisfactory any longer?

Tryon certainly
isn't subtle for a politician.

Aye.

When it comes
to politics, Sassenach,

there's not much difference
between making the right friends

and the right enemies.

I'd rather keep
Tryon as a friend.

There's nothing we can do about
it tonight. Let's get some sleep.

It won't be long before we're woken by
the loud wailing of a certain baby boy.

Hmm.

Loud wailings, huh?

Like father, like son.

Jamie. Here.

Hush now, wee laddie.

Sit down.

♪ L is for the way
you look at me ♪

♪ O is for the only one I see ♪

♪ V is very, very
extraordinary ♪

♪ E is even more than
anyone that you adore can ♪

♪ Love is all that
I can give to you ♪

♪ Love is more than
just a game for two ♪

♪ Two in love can make it ♪

♪ Take my heart and please
don't break it ♪

♪ Love was meant
for me and you ♪

Where are we now,
in the cold light of day?

Yer mind's not here in this
enchanted woodland palace.

Aye.

In another lifetime,
you and I might have had more time.

Perhaps if...
I was a different man.

But it's because
I ken what life is.

Ye cannot change a man.

Ye can only change
his circumstance.

My circumstances
may soon be about to change.

Duncan Innes
has proposed marriage.

- Innes?
- Aye.

Jamie and I kent him
from Ardsmuir.

I'd heard he'd settled
in North Carolina.

What did you say to him?

I have yet
to give him my answer.

I'll no' stand
in the way of yer happiness.

What kind of creatures
do ye hunt?

Whatever I can find.

Bear, beaver and fox, hare.

If ye can catch 'em.
You won't get much for them, though.

Stag, buck and doe.

Sure I'm boring you.

Miss...

Lizzie.

Wemyss.

Josiah, the hunter.

Mr. Fraser, sir.

We was only talking of skin.

Of skins and pelts,
I mean.

Next patient.

I hear ye've a talent for hunting.
Couldn't do better myself.

I...

I was hoping you'd consider
settling here, at the Ridge.

Though perhaps
I'd be unwise

to leave such a charming lad
among the women folk.

I've got more of a mind than kissing
and what have ye, Mr. Fraser, sir.

My throat hurts bad.

These look healthy, mistress.

Mr. MacKenzie.

Choosing your breakfast,
Mistress Cameron?

Aye. It is the cock that crows
but the hens that lay the eggs.

A married man you are now,
come home to roost.

Will ye join me,
Mr. MacKenzie?

Did my niece tell ye that I meant
to make her heiress to my property?

Aye, she did.
I'm sure, but...

my wife is most conscious of the
honor, Mistress Cameron. But...

Is she? I shouldn't have
thought so to hear her talk.

Well, you ken her mind
better than I do.

Be that as it may, I mean to tell
her that I have changed my own mind.

- Well, I'm sure she'll...
- I've told Gerald Forbes

to draw up a will leaving River Run
and all its contents to Jeremiah.

What? To wee Jemmy?

You'll doubtless ken
that a woman's property

becomes her husband's
once she's wed.

And I ken also that Protestants
are partial to divorce.

I thought, if you couldna
love the lad for himself,

you might treat him well
for the sake of his prospects.

Wait, are you saying that ye think
I don't believe that he's my son?

I didna say as much.

You said a great deal.

And what you've not said speaks
louder than what you have.

How dare you imply
such things to me?

I offer you
my apology, Mr. MacKenzie.

But it is only to be understood
that a man might not feel so kindly

towards a bairn his wife
has borne to another.

- But if I...
- That's enough.

I may not have any property or
money, but I have time.

And I will give it all
to Brianna and to Jeremiah.

Let me put this very plainly,
I do not want your money.

My wife does not want your money,
and my son will not have it.

Cram it up yer hole, aye?

As you hoped, mistress?

Even better.

All right, head back,
open your mouth wide,

stick out your tongue.
Say, "Ah."

Ah.

Hmm. Abscessed tonsils.
I can remove them.

It'll hurt,
but it'll be better in the long run.

You can do that?

Yes. Though, I wish I had
different medicine and equipment.

That's not it, is it?

Because if it is,
I'm feeling better already.

No, don't worry.
And we don't have to take them out now.

If Claire does this for ye,
lad, you'll settle at the Ridge?

Do the hunting
when I'm away?

We would be happy
to help you.

Thank you.

See that brand mark
on his hand?

I'm guessing that "T"
stands for "thief"?

Well, who's not stolen
something in his time?

The lad's brought in a great
many deer and beaver skins.

He certainly doesn't sing
for his supper.

I'll, uh... I'll leave ye
to yer patients

and to wage war with
yer wee invisible beasties.

Bacteria.

Certainly does feel
like a war.

Then you must
find yourself a lieutenant.

Right. Next patient.

Your Excellency.

Glad to see you're up
early, Colonel Fraser.

Early bird and all that.

Still, I suppose it is a kind
of worm you will be catching.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Well, out of respect
for your daughter's wedding,

I deferred speaking
of this until today.

Your endeavors to cultivate the
King's land have been admirable,

but the time has come
for you to fulfill your oath,

both to the Crown and to me,

your benefactor.

Time for that hunt,
Colonel Fraser.

Gather your men.

I want Murtagh Fitzgibbons and
his insurgents brought to justice.

Be it by rope or by ball,
it matters not one bit to me.

But I want his body hanging in
New Bern as a warning to all.

This matter is beyond the province now.
The people are mindful of the outcome.

Aye.

Lieutenant Knox and his men
will remain to assist you.

I must show my face
to the local sheriffs.

Reassure them that their governor
is taking appropriate measures

to eradicate
this Regulator pestilence.

The indignities and insults to
His Majesty's government must end.

I chose you for this task
because you know these Scots,

because you are one.

Do not disappoint me, Colonel.

We should prepare
to leave within a week.

Will that give you enough time
to put your affairs in order?

Aye.

Yesterday was a celebration
of our love for one another.

But today, and every day
from now on, it's us.

The three of us.

Aye.

Roger, what are you doing?

Something I should have
done a long time ago.

Jeremiah Alexander
Ian Fraser MacKenzie,

ye are blood of my blood,

bone of my bone.

I claim thee as my son before
all men from this day forever.

Well, where have you been?

What's the matter?

Tryon is leaving a troop
to aid me in the hunt.

We leave in a week.

And if you refuse to hunt Murtagh,
then Tryon takes back our land?

He'll brand me a traitor.

- I signed an oath to the Crown.
- Please.

Tryon would renege on his oath
to you the moment it suited him.

- Or if he could profit from it.
- Aye.

And when this war you tell
me about eventually comes...

well, then I'll reconsider
my vow,

but I don't have
the luxury of that now.

Because of our family,
our tenants.

If there is a war, I need to ensure
the men of the Ridge are loyal to me,

not to Tryon.

The men of the Ridge
would do anything for you.

Roger.

If I call up a militia,
he'll be expected to fight.

- Being fit and of age.
- He's not ready for that.

Can't you keep him out of it?

Where are you going?

Tryon wants his Scot.

I'll give him a Scot.

In the Highlands,

when a chieftain
sets himself to war,

he'll burn the fiery cross,

sending a sign throughout
the lands of his clan.

Now, it's a call for his men to
gather their weapons and come

prepared for battle.

We are friends, neighbors,

countrymen.

No, we're not a clan.

I'm not yer chief.

But I hope that, if the time comes,
you will all stand by my side.

We cannae say
what might befall us.

But we must not only be willing to
make oaths to our wives and loved ones,

but to our brothers in arms
in this new country.

Stand by my hand.

I will promise to stand by your
side, Colonel Fraser, sir.

I swear by the cross
of our Lord Jesus Christ

and by the holy iron
that I hold...

What's happened? Why are they
giving their oaths to Da now?

Since all the men are here,

your father thought it would be
wise to prepare for the future.

...my hand turn
against you in rebellion,

I ask that this holy
iron pierce my heart.

Roger MacKenzie, be a shield
for your family and for mine,

son of my house.

Captain Roger MacKenzie.

Captain?

Aye. You'll be safe
by my side.

Repeat what I say.

I swear by the cross
of our Lord Jesus Christ

and by the holy iron that I
hold to give you my fealty

and I pledge ye my loyalty.

If ever my hand be raised
against ye in rebellion,

I ask that this holy iron
pierce my heart.

I want you to ken that this act we're
undertaking forms a bond between us,

the founding of a kinship
in this new world.

Just as you give me your word,
I give you mine, that I will serve you,

as you are swearing
to serve me.

And I will not light
the cross again

until the time has come
for us to do battle.

Stand by my hand, Fergus,

son of my name
and of my heart.

I swear by the cross
of our Lord Jesus Christ

and by this holy iron...

One last thing.

It's time.

I suppose I should
take it as a compliment

that he wants to display me so
prominently at his palace in New Bern.

You've gotten under
his skin a wee bit.

You keep telling me
ye ken how this will end.

This... This war
ye say is coming.

But you can tell me
nothing of the Regulators,

how they fared
in all of this?

No.

No, but if you wait,

we'll be fighting
on the same side.

The war will change
the face of this land.

There's always a war coming.

But it's for us to decide...

which ones we fight.

What are you doing?

Fashioning a circle.

Perhaps you can ask those
that can travel to and fro

to go back
and change things.

Make things here different.

Claire, Brianna, Roger, they all
came to this time from another.

Because they did...

ye have everything
ye've ever wanted.

I don't resent ye for it.

But I must do what I must.

And ye cannae
resent me for that either.

Nothing could ever
make me resent ye.

Or accost ye.

It is no longer safe
for you to remain here.

I know you stay because of
the vow you made to my mother.

And to me.

Now...

I release you from it.

Go.

Go.

Please.

Be hard to find.