All language subtitles for Outlander.S05E02.NF.WEB-DL.English.US.ENG

Previously...

There have been sightings
of Bonnet in the province.

His name
was Otter Tooth.

He talked of war,
warning us of our future...

They began to believe
he was possessed.

Any man choosing to settle
with me will receive 100 acres.

Good luck to you, Mr. Fraser.

Do ye not want 100 acres
for yerself and yer family?

I thank ye, but no.

The time has come for you
to fulfill your oath

both to the Crown and to me.

Lieutenant Knox and his men
will remain to assist you.

Tryon wants his Scot.

I'll give him his Scot.

Stand by my hand.

Roger, captain.

Captain?

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

I release you from it.

Be hard to find.

Unhand me!

Get off of me!

Show mercy!

I'm begging you, please!

Where was the mercy

when the good folks
here abouts begged for it?

And you are justice of the peace.

Where was it, eh?

When you painted them
as criminals?

When they couldn't
pay their taxes?

Go to it, lads.

♪ 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 ♪

Help!

Whoa.

Help us, please!

Mistress Farrish,
what has happened?

He cannae breathe!

Please, he cannae breathe!

He's at death's door.

Quickly.

Mama, something's
wrong with Mr. Farrish.

Here, Marsali.
Clear this off.

Lay him down on the table.

Brianna, get me a pillow.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, my Lord.

I canna believe
that 'tis come to this.

I've been letting his blood.

I've given him purgatives.
What more could I have done?

Mrs. Bug, get me a bowl
of cold water, please.

Need to cool him down.

Mr. Farrish, is it your stomach?

Like a knife to my gut.

- Shh. Lie still. Lie still. -

You gave him purgatives?

How long ago,
and what, exactly?

Uh, two days ago, his belly was
swollen and he couldn't eat,

so I gave him some calomel powder
to rid him of noxious matter.

But he got worse,
so you tried blood-letting.

Aye, and some
blue mass pills.

Mercury.

Does he need more blood let?

No.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing more
I can do, Mrs. Farrish.

You can't help him?

Come, let us leave them.

I'm so sorry.

No!

No!

The Governor shared
your dispatches with me.

You'll not
take offense, I hope.

He merely wanted me
to know the lay of the land.

The ground you've trodden
in your search for Fitzgibbons.

He merely wanted you

to get the measure
of the sort of man I am.

Well...

Did you arrive at an opinion?

A man I am pleased
to break bread with.

An industrious man, certainly.

Your efforts to cultivate
the land Tryon granted you

are confirmation of your
loyalty to King and country.

You've brought
men and women together.

And your gathering
was proof of that.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I'll be sure to mention the affable
Lieutenant in my next dispatch.

I can only hope one day
to be granted

a parcel of land that's
half as prosperous as yours.

Perhaps when we catch
Fitzgibbons and see him hanged.

Perhaps then the Governor
would be so kind.

Charming.

These backcountry folk are not
much for manners, are they?

It's only civility that keeps
us all from killing one another.

No time for manners when
you've a family to feed.

Maybe you should be glad
he only spat at us.

I have to disagree.

There's always a need
to respect His Majesty's army.

Life's under no obligation
to give us what we expect.

We should take what is offered and
be thankful it's no worse than it is.

Men like you and me offer protection
to ensure that it isn't any worse.

Appears he doesna share
your beliefs in the matter.

Hmm.

And what are your beliefs
in the matter?

Why?

Are you taking notes
for your own dispatches?

Recording my words
for posterity?

No, but if I were?

Then I would have
to agree with you.

Hmm.

You and I united in our aim

of offering protection
to those we've sworn to defend.

I admire a man who puts duty
and honor above all else.

Then you admire a man
who'd rather starve

than dishonor
his own conscience?

Do I detect some sympathy there
for the Regulators, Colonel Fraser?

I have sympathy for any man who
canna afford to eat, Lieutenant,

and your generosity of coin
tells me you have some as well.

I do believe it is right
to give to those in need.

Well, I suppose
it is reasonably true

that there is never a convenient
time for death or taxes.

Now, do I detect some sympathy
with the Regulators, Lieutenant?

The Regulators have been
rioting in Hillsborough.

Are there any wounded?

Aye, a few, but thankfully
captured three of the bastards.

We should make haste.

Our presence there
will reassure the townsfolk.

Mama?

Came to see
if you needed any help.

Oh, my God.

I know it's difficult
to see someone like this,

but I had to do it.

I had to confirm what
the cause of death was.

Practically,
intellectually, yes.

That makes perfect sense,
in 1969.

Mama, what if
someone finds out?

They won't. Now,
I'll make sure of it.

You know the worst of it all?

His wife accelerated his death.

His appendix burst,
he was in septic shock,

and bacteria in his abdomen
created a serious infection.

Blood-letting
and mercury pills

weren't going to do
a damn thing except...

Kill him faster.

But no one will understand.

Maybe not,

but if I am
to keep people safe here,

then I need to know what's
causing their illnesses.

I can't watch someone
die like this,

knowing that if he'd just
come to me sooner,

then I could have
saved his life.

An appendectomy is...

It's one of the most straightforward
procedures you can do.

I know how difficult it was
for you to lose him,

but, Mama, there is nothing
you could have done.

It's bad enough
I'm fighting the disease...

But I'm also fighting the cure.

I know.

Mom, I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.
I have to get some air.

This is what a world
without civility looks like.

I ken that man.

He's a friend
of the Governor's.

Mr. Fanning!

Sinclair, Mort.

- Tend the horses.
- Aye, Colonel.

Mr. Fraser.

It's good to see
a familiar face.

Mr. Fanning, may I acquaint you
with Lieutenant Hamilton Knox.

Mr. Edmund Fanning.

I'm sorry to make your acquaintance
under such circumstances.

Let's hope they'll improve now that
we have men stationed in the town.

Thank goodness you're here.

It's getting worse and worse.

This country is going
to the dogs.

What did they
do to you, Fanning?

Come with me. I'll show you.

They seized control
of the courthouse.

The Honorable Judge Henderson was forced
to hear their complaint under duress,

then fled for his life.

They meant to kill him?

He certainly had
reason to believe so.

Mr. Evans.

When they did not receive

their own particular brand of
justice from the court,

they did this.

My God.

Paraded through town
like a boiled goose

for enforcing a tax
they do not want to pay.

In time, you will wear
your scars with honor,

knowing you received them
doing your duty.

I pray you're right.

William Hooper
suffered the same fate.

He lies abed as we speak,

unable to move and may yet
succumb to his wounds.

Cowardly dogs.

I was beaten
and forced to watch.

Well, they may as well have blinded
me, for I can face seeing no more.

They tore apart my house
by the timbers.

I only wish your wife
was with you.

We could surely employ
a surgeon of her skill.

Still feeling that
sympathy, Colonel?

I didna think them
capable of this.

We're told you captured
three of them.

We did.

And they ought to hang!

They will, John.

Providence has brought us
Lieutenant Knox and Colonel Fraser.

As it happens, we seek one
of the insurgents ourselves.

A leader.

One Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Do you ken if he's among
the men you arrested?

No, but I can
take you to them.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant.

Do you, uh...
Do you need time to compose yourself?

I could speak with them alone.

No.

Sickened as I am by their
actions, I will face them.

Maybe let me
have the first word.

Highlander to Highlander.

It may loosen their tongues.

Bring them out.

Thank you, Mr. Fanning.

I'm Colonel James Fraser.

This is
Lieutenant Hamilton Knox.

We're looking for
Murtagh Fitzgibbons,

this leader of yours that
we've heard so much about.

Was he the one who
put you up to this?

I ken how persuasive
a Highlander can be.

I'm grown out
of the same ground.

And given
where you're standing,

I'll bet you have got a few
thousand acres of new ground now.

I have settlers.

Highland folk and others.

Men and women
who depend upon me.

Spoken as a true Laird.

Look at you
on your high horses.

You're no better than us.

How dare you.

Look me in the eye and tell
me what you did was justified.

Oh. It was more
than justified.

Crooked thieves and
extortionists, all of 'em.

I'm only sorry we didn't

bathe the whole stinkin'
lot of 'em in tar.

You cannae mean that.

We'll wage war on you
if we must.

Bring towns down
around your ears.

Nothing but
white-livered miscreants,

as evidenced by
their repulsive crimes.

Try sayin' that to me again
when my hands are untied.

Where are the rest
of you hiding?

Hmm?

Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

I'd rather bite my own
tongue off than tell you.

I will remind you that I am a
Lieutenant in His Majesty's army.

Knox.

He cannae help himself.

Blood-red coat, the color
of the devil himself.

If you are truly so brave,
I will ask you one last time.

Where is Murtagh Fitzgibbons?

I am Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Is that so?

No!

Lieutenant!

What have you done?

Hey! Hey, come on!

Hey, come on!
Come on, look at me!

He's dead.

You executed a man
without trial!

Gentlemen?

What happened here?

Sometimes a man
must put aside his honor

to defend himself.

Take these men
back to their cells.

Captain Roger MacKenzie,
at your service.

They're quick.

The whole
thing's ridiculous.

The very fact that somehow I'm a
militia captain that can't shoot,

the fact that I'm aiming at a
squirrel in the first place,

the whole thing
goes against nature, Bree.

It's like shooting
at Tufty Fluffytail.

Um... At what?

You've never heard
of Tufty Fluffytail?

Should have known
that reference

would be lost
on my American wife.

Tufty is a squirrel who teaches
children about road safety.

Sort of like
your, uh, Smokey the Bear.

Sort of, but there are clubs.

Wow, sounds exciting.

I think I'd rather be
in the militia.

Ah, I'll confess
that in my time at Oxford,

I hadn't read about brigades
of squirrels on battlefields.

You're keeping me occupied
hunting wee rodents

while the real men are away.

What are you talking about?

Da left you here to protect
the ridge while he's gone.

We're practicing.

Protect it from what? Rabies?

The Regulators pose
no threat to us here.

You know that.

He doesn't respect me, Bree.

It doesn't help matters
that we had Jemmy baptized

by a Presbyterian.

Well, we already had one
heretic in the family,

and two are better than one.

Come on.

Let's try something
that doesn't move.

Aim at that tree.

Are you serious?

Would you just...

A tree.

- What's the...
- Here.

Elbow.

Steady.

Breathe.

Now it's you
who's driving me nuts.

You want to go back, don't you?

You're ready.

Who knows?

Maybe I want Jemmy
to be part of the Tufty Club.

There are plenty
of squirrels here.

We could pick one,
name him Tufty.

Done. Welcome to the club.

Look, maybe we should be glad.

Jem doesn't need
road safety here.

At least we know he'll never
be hurt in a car accident.

Brianna.

Our family is here.

You and Jemmy are my family.

James Fraser is my Colonel.

And what about Mama?

You don't want to leave them.

What have I done?

I've become the very thing
I despise.

I'm a hypocrite.

What's done is done.

You must try
to make amends, perhaps.

Ensure a fair trial
for the others.

They will be found guilty
and hanged.

I gave him a soldier's death.

The other two
will not be so lucky.

Tomorrow they will go
to New Bern

to be hanged as proof
of the work we're doing here

to staunch the uprising.

Is that what they deserve?

I gave that man
better than he deserved.

Is there no cause you would
die for, Lieutenant?

We're here, aren't we?

To die for King and country?

For that is an oath
we both have sworn.

Aye.

We have.

♪ Swift to its close ♪

♪ Ebbs out life's little day ♪

♪ Earth's joys grow dim ♪

♪ Its glories pass away ♪

♪ Change and decay ♪

♪ In all around I see ♪

♪ O Thou who changest not ♪

♪ Abide with me ♪

If you need any more help...

Thank you.

Fergus, would you mind

looking after the children
for a little while?

I need to speak with Marsali.

Of course.

Thank you.

There's something
I want to show you.

But, Marsali, do you trust me?

Aye.

Now, you promised
you'd let me explain.

- Lord, have mercy!
- Stop shouting!

- Marsali, please.
- Deliver us from evil.

Dinna make me say it, Claire.

Dinna make me say it.

Was she right, my ma? Was she?

I'm not a witch.

Marsali, you have
more sense than that.

That is why I brought you here.

Now, knowing me as you do
for as long as you have,

why do you think Mr. Farrish
is on this table?

Who did we bury?

No one.

Roger and I filled
the coffin with rocks.

Should a physician not be more
concerned with the living?

The curse of the living
is that they can't tell you

the secrets of the dead.

And what secrets
might those be?

How to save those
who are still here with us.

How to perform
life-saving surgeries.

You know, we physicians,

we learn by practicing
on the dead,

and I think you'd be
a good apprentice.

Now, I've seen you butchering.

You know how to use a knife.

You understand the parts of an
animal and what they're for.

People are similar
in many ways.

See for yourself.

God help us.

Well, I believe he does.

It's a miraculous thing,
the human body,

and I want to use
this body to teach you

so that we can
protect God's miracle.

Marsali, you are
kind and caring,

and you have
the right instincts,

and I need help.

But you've...

I could never defile a body.

I didn't defile him.

I did what's called an autopsy
to learn why he died.

So you can find out what killed
a man by cutting him open?

Yes.

Now, I couldn't
save Mr. Farrish,

but this way, his death
will mean something.

Help save others.

And after I finish
teaching you,

we'll stitch him up and
give him a proper burial.

I promise.

Roger even said he would help.

Stitch him up?

Like a seamstress?

You are bold coming
back here, Mr. Fraser.

Or is it Colonel Fraser?

You've come to
finish us off, have you?

If Murtagh had seen you
standing there...

No. No, Knox shouldn't
have done what he did,

but you shouldn't have
tormented those men.

I'm sorry for what
happened to Ethan,

and for my part in this.

What part is that, exactly?

Money, is it?

Tryon's coin?

The Governor
has bound me to him.

- I'm trying to save all our lives.
- How very noble.

You're not doin'
so well thus far.

Dinna speak to me
of what is noble.

There's a war being waged.

We believe in our cause.

And I believe in mine,
preserving as many lives as possible.

We dinna have much time.

Redcoats guard the town.

I told Murtagh be hard to find.

I didna count on his friends
laying a trail

of tar and feathers
to his doorstep.

Murtagh was here with us.

Then tell him not to return.

Knox has an army
at his command.

Across the water, maybe,

but we have
an army of men here.

Men with nothing left to lose,

and farmers though we be,

we've beat our
plowshares into swords

and are training for battle.

How many men do you have?

I'll be lighting a candle
for poor Mistress Farrish.

Terrible, is it not?

He was so young.

Aye, we say bad things come in
threes, and did you hear?

My lad Thomas burnt his hand
badly last week at the kiln,

so I'll be sayin'
my prayers tonight.

Put some honey on it, he ought.

Well, that should help.

It can prevent infection.

Do you think?

The physician at Cross Creek

told me honey
was for old wives.

Bartered for some of that
St. James Fever Powder instead.

They say King George
himself uses it.

Oh.

To ingest for a burn?

But the wound
is on his hand.

Why risk it?

Well, exactly.

He may as well take it,
if it will help.

It's good enough for the King,
then it's good enough for my boy.

Mistress Chisolm,
has Thomas been vomiting at all?

Aye.

St. James Powder
contains antimony.

It's a poison.

It makes you vomit,

which in certain circumstances
can make you feel better, but...

I mean, if you take
too much of it...

You're a fine Healer, Mistress,
and we are blessed to have you,

but Dr. Wilson
is a learned physician.

Here.

Can you imagine if it was
discovered that the King

was being poisoned
by his own physician?

What are you doing?

Just making a list.

Tips for preventative
healthcare.

Hmm. Telling people
what to do?

More importantly,
what not to do.

I'm gonna make
as many copies as I can

and hand them out
to all the settlers.

And how are you gonna explain
how you know these things?

Sort of like Otter Tooth,
isn't it?

People even
gonna listen to you?

Hmm. No,
I very much doubt it,

but they will listen
to Dr. Rawlings.

Dr. Rawlings recommends.

And who is Dr. Rawlings?

The man who used to own my
medical kit and my microscope,

and now the good doctor
behind these radical new ideas.

Clever.

All right, do you
have a spare pen?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Broken free
from without.

Then there may be yet more
traitors in town.

Mr. Fanning,
perhaps you could make some enquiries?

Of course.

Maybe this works in our favor.

No doubt those men
will tell Fitzgibbons

what you're willing to do to
bring an end to this uprising.

We sought but one man.

I fear now
that war is inevitable.

After all, one man fighting
for his home is worth 100...

One hundred fighting for pay.

You need more men.

I saw those you called
at your daughter's wedding.

Not enough.

I'll leave tomorrow.

Gather a militia.

Meet me here
as soon as you're able.

Come prepared for war.

T, L, M, S, G, B, K, V?

Hmm.

Oh, I forgot to ask.

Did Marsali pass the test?

Oh.

Well, I have a new apprentice.

Thank you for
helping me hide the body.

The Apprentice
Under the Root Cellar.

Surely that's a Nancy Drew
novel begging to be written.

We have another lesson tonight.

Now, look down,

look into the light,
and follow my finger.

Your father,

he was a Spitfire pilot
during the war?

Aye.

Jerry MacKenzie.

So, he didn't wear glasses?

No.

No, I suppose, as a pilot,
he must have had perfect vision.

That makes the chances

of a hereditary vision
problem a little less likely.

So what's the verdict?

You're slightly short-sighted
in your left eye,

but nothing that would cause
any real difficulties.

So I'm just a terrible shot?

Maybe it's psychological.

Hmm.

My father may have
been in the RAF,

but I was raised
by a minister.

I don't want to shoot anyone.

Brianna, on
the other hand, she, um...

Have you
seen her hold a rifle?

Well,
she seems to be making do.

She's happy here.

I think she wants to stay.

And why wouldn't you?

Want to stay, that is,

if you have all
of your family around you?

The Reverend
was the last of mine.

Didn't you tell me you had some
many times great grandparents

- roaming around here somewhere
in America? -

Aye. Aye, I suppose I do.

Though, if we ever
cross paths again,

trying to explain to
Morag MacKenzie

that we're kin may be tricky.

Well, either way,
we're your family, Roger.

As much as I love
all of you being here...

I hope you don't stay.

I would miss you all.

Terribly.

But it's safer in the future
for all three of you,

and I know
you feel the same way.

I'm doing everything I can
to make this a safer time,

but it's not.

It's my fault
that you're all here.

And Jemmy, he could scrape
his knee and get an infection,

and I don't know
that I could save him

because I don't have something
as simple as an antibiotic.

Well, it's a moot point,
isn't it?

Brianna and I can't go back

until we know whether
Jemmy can hear those Stones.

That could be tomorrow...

Or a year from now.

Or never.

What're your names?

Bryan Cranna and Lee Withers.

And the watchword?

If it hasna changed
since we've been imprisoned,

caisteal dhuni.

No, it hasna changed.

Friend Bryan. Friend Lee.

'Tis good to see you returned.

Mr. Husband. Mr. Hunter.

Have you news for us
from Hillsborough?

How is it that you are free?

Where's Ethan?

A sorry tale, but I'll tell it.

Come.

Though we mourn the loss of
Ethan and long to avenge him,

my godson's right.

We need to bide our time.

If he's told us that we cannot
return to Hillsborough...

There's good reason.

I ken you trust him, Murtagh,

but I cannae say
he takes our side.

He's walking between two fires.

And you?

Wavering between two fires.

Our cause on the one hand,
and your godson on the other.

Where will your allegiance lie
when the time comes to fight?

We pray it does not
come to that.

If it does, we'll be ready.

I have no say over my godson,

and he has no say over me.

But he stands with the Crown.

No, he stands with his people.

And I stand with mine.

He'll fight beside you
when the time comes, Bryan.

You have my word.

She's gone mad, she has.

Up all night baking.

More bread than the Lord
when he fed the multitudes

with the loaves and fishes.

Whoa.

You're not planning
to eat all of that, are you?

No, I'm going to
let it go moldy.

What a terrible waste.

Please tell me
you're being sarcastic.

What, me?

Never.

I'm making penicillin,
or at least I'm going to try to.

Okay, Mrs. Bug's right.
You have lost your mind.

- You can't do that.
- Yes, I can, I think.

And not just with the bread,
I've sent Marsali out

to gather food scraps
from the neighbors,

things destined
for the pig trough.

With any luck,
I'll find the right strain.

No, Mama,

penicillin isn't invented
for another 100 years.

One hundred and fifty-seven,
to be precise.

Look, pretending to be
someone else and writing lists

that go against the accepted
wisdom of the day is one thing,

but this, it's dangerous.

What if it messes
with some cosmic balance,

or breaks some rule
of space and time?

Isn't this playing God?

You know, Bree,
you played God

when you came back
to save our lives,

and I'm so glad that you did.

Now, I change the future every
time I save a person's life here,

and Jamie, even though
he's not a time-traveler,

his very presence here
has affected the future

of a lot of people who
aren't breathing anymore,

and a few who are, like you...

And Jemmy.

So time, space,
history be damned.

- -
♪ Jeremiah was a bullfrog ♪

♪ Was a good friend of mine ♪

♪ I never understood
a single word he said ♪

♪ But I helped him
drink his wine ♪

♪ And he always
had a mighty fine wine ♪

♪ Singing joy to the world ♪

♪ All the boys and girls ♪

♪ Joy to the fishes
in the deep blue sea ♪

♪ Joy to you and me ♪

You're not a bullfrog,
are you, Jeremiah?

But it's true.

I can't understand
a single word you're saying.

I love that song.

You're a good dad.
You know that?

Here, I'll take that.

You can sit with Jemmy.

Thanks.

Mmm.

Oh.

Hi, where you going?

Hey, Jem.

Mmm-mmm.

I know.

Roger! Roger,
get out here quick!

You missed it, he's walking!

He's walking!
Can you believe it?

Look at our baby! He's walking!

Here. Take my hand.

Hey.

Hey!

I know!

Come on! Come on!

One of these
on the larger girl.

Thank you very much.

That's it.

Put some strength into it!

Mr. Forbes!
Fancy seeing you here.

I'd like to introduce you
to an associate of mine.

May I present
Mr. Stephen Bonnet.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

A gambling man,
are you, Mr. Bonnet?

I've been known
to bet on the cocks,

but truth be told,

I find the sight of two women

engaged in such
violent combat vulgar.

One claims the other
cost her 20 shillings.

Stole her fancy man
two nights in a row.

Oh!

Far from bein'
the gentler sex today.

Then again, I'm not one
to pass up a good wager.

My money is on
the stocky damsel.

I put a stake
on the vicious little harlot.

So how is it
you know Mr. Turnbull?

Oh, Mr. Bonnet has
facilitated the transport

of various proprietary goods
for me and many others

who wish to avoid
the King's levies.

He's very discreet
in his dealings.

One good turn.

Indeed.

I'm glad we have,
how shall I put it,

untethered you
from your past, Mr. Bonnet.

It will be a pleasure doing
business with you, Mr. Forbes,

should the need arise.

I'll surely keep that in mind.

Come on!

Yes!

Yes!

What did I tell you?

I know a winner
when I see one.

And I know
a cheater when I see one.

Clearly you know that woman.

What are you implying?

You're in league
with the woman.

You knew when she'd go down.

I know who
you are, Mr. Bonnet.

I assure you,
you're quite mistaken.

Damn your eyes, sir.

I prefer to lose with honor
rather than win by trickery.

I think it's you that's
insulted my honor, sir.

Let us settle this
like gentlemen.

Come on, Bonnet!

Come on!

Again! Parry!

Get him, my lad!

Parry!

Yield.

'Tis not my eyes
that will be damned, sir.

'Tis unlike you, Bonnet.

Why not kill the man outright?

I considered it, but
I must set a better example.

I'm a father now.