All language subtitles for Outlander.S05E04.NF.WEB-DL.English.US.ENG

Previously...

- You need more men.
- I'll leave tomorrow.

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

Confirmed sightings
of Bonnet in Wilmington.

- Bree doesn't know, does she?
- No.

Kezzie and I are indentured to a
man who lives not far from here.

Take these lads
and the rest of the company

and continue to Brownsville.

Claire and I will go see
this Mr. Beardsley.

I must speak
with your husband.

Husband's dead.

I would like to purchase
your two bond servants.

Keep 'em.
I got no use for 'em.

You said he was dead.

He struck me. And then he
fell and I couldn't move him.

The baby father's is black.

You hear that?

She isn't yours.

Fanny?

She's not coming back.

She left a deed
with the baby.

And indenture papers.

♪ 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 ♪

Halloo the house!

Do not move.

I'm Captain Roger MacKenzie...

in command of a militia serving under
Colonel James Fraser of Fraser's Ridge.

We saw you up the
road, Morton, you bastard!

You'll pay for what you did!

What do you want with Morton?

None of your concern.
Hand him over!

Do you think
they're Regulators?

Not unless Morton's secretly a
corrupt tax-collector in disguise.

Isaiah!
I'm sorry, I had to tell!

I couldn't marry Elijah Ford!

Please, Isaiah,
say you'll do right by me!

Don't hurt him!

Alicia.

I'd rather die than
be without him!

Have a shred of dignity!

Shouting for all the world
to hear of your shame.

Isaiah!

God, what can we do?
What can we do?

Oh, Lord, give me courage.

I suppose we'd better do
as they ask.

What?

- Turn Morton over to them?
- Aye.

We're gonna need
some of that whiskey, Fergus.

Are you sure?

Aye.
And get a full barrel, please.

A bit of Dutch courage
is all we need.

Aye, Captain.

Stand down!

Stand down.

- How was town, mistress?
- Good. Busy.

We got paper and books,
fabrics, linen, cotton.

Oh! Cannae wait to see them.

And something
a little special for you.

- For me?
- Mmm-hmm.

They smell like
orange blossom.

Thank you, mistress.

Now, let's go inside.
And, uh, make stew and dumplings.

What do you think, Mr. Bug?

All that way to town for sugar
and savory dumplings again?

Well, we all know
you're sweet enough.

- Och, Stop your nonsense.
- Mrs. Bug?

Where did Jemmy get this?

While you were
collecting the post,

a man ruffled Jemmy's hair
and gave him a coin.

Did he say anything?

He said,
"What a handsome lad."

And did he take after
his mother or his father.

And then just gave him a coin?
Did he say anything else?

He was Irish, you see, so,

'cause once they get talking about
this and that, it can take all day...

What did he look like?

A gentleman he was.
Fair and strong.

Did he have a scar here?

I'm sorry, I dinna recall.

I hope you don't think I would ever
let the bairn come in harm's way.

No, no, I know.

I just know all about the
Irish gift of the gab, that's all.

Don't want Jemmy's mind filled with
superstitious nonsense about luck.

- Let's forget about it.
- Aye.

I'll call you when
the stew's ready.

Here.

Um, with so many
away from the Ridge,

I think maybe we should move
into the Big House with everyone.

Aye, mistress.

It is nice to have company.

Isaiah.

How much for a cask?

We'll buy some,
and you can be on your way.

Will you oblige me
and have a little more?

What are you, whisky merchants?

No.

No, no,
as I was saying earlier,

we are militiamen
charged by Governor Tryon

to march against
the Regulators.

It's tolerable, I'll admit.

Then perhaps
I can propose a toast.

To the men of Brownsville...
and to the men of the Fraser's Company.

- -...and to the
men of the Fraser's Company.

Bon courage!

We've come to notify you of
your obligation to provide men.

"Obligation"?

Or opportunity,
I should say.

Forty shillings and two shillings
every day thereafter for each man.

The only pressing obligation
I have is to my daughter.

And these men here,
who'll break that boy's neck

without hesitation
if I give the word.

What could a young lad like
Morton possibly have done

that can't be resolved
over a drink?

That bastard's
cost me a fortune.

I had a match arranged
for my daughter.

Elijah Ford.

Brought with him almost ten acres
and a decent trade in tobacco.

I tell her the news
and she weeps...

refusing to be wed because
Morton got to her first.

Ford won't marry a harlot.

Maybe Morton isn't as fine a match,
but would you consider him a suitor?

He's dishonored
my daughter.

You know, I told her
I'd see him dead at her feet

if ever he dared show
his wretched countenance

within ten miles
of Brownsville.

And damn my eyes if that
grass-livered spittle-snake

hasn't the face to ride
right up to my door.

Now, you and your men
can stay the night.

But when you go
on your way tomorrow...

Morton won't be joining you.

She's a bonnie wee thing.

She is.

To see you with a bairn,
Sassenach.

I could watch you
hold her all day.

I hope we're not too far
from Brownsville.

She won't do well
on goat's milk alone.

We should be there
before dusk.

Dinna fash, we'll find
someone to nurse wee Bonnie.

And what then?

Do we bring a newborn
all the way to Hillsborough?

I'm not sure it's the best way to put
the fear of God into the Regulators,

unless they're afraid
of a few dirty diapers.

And the surest way to send
any man scurrying for cover.

Some of the men, Robertson and
Morrison, and a few others,

they're... they're gone.

Gone? What do you mean, "gone"?
Gone where?

They don't respect
what you did.

What I did?

- I had to do something.
- I know.

I agree, but they didn't.

- I'm sorry. I tried.
- Oh, Christ.

Sounds like
Roger's won them over.

♪ Where ha' you been
A' the day? ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Saw you him that' far away ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ On his head a bonnet blue ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Tartan plaid
And Hielan' trews ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ When he drew
His gude braid-sword ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Then he gave
His royal word ♪

Josiah...

I have secured you and your
brother's indenture papers.

You willna see
Mr. Beardsley again.

What about the mistress?

Oh, she's gone for good.
She left her baby with us.

Didn't know
she was with child.

Kezzie told me the mistress
may have lain with...

There was a man,
a former slave,

he came looking for work
once or twice.

Then, all of us...

We are free?

Aye, lad.

Does that mean we can ride on to
Hillsborough with your militia?

How old are you?

You cannae be more than 14.

I must be older than that.

I'm tellin' you. You're 14.
Too young to fight.

Aye, Colonel.

And you've fought hard
to earn your freedom.

I willna let you lose it in death
on the battlefield. Go home.

Hunt. Provide for the Ridge.

♪ Charlie yet shall
Mount the throne ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

♪ Weel you ken it is his own ♪

♪ Bonnie laddie
Hielan' laddie ♪

Fergus.

Is that our whisky?

Oui, milord.
There was a small difficulty.

Before you explain,
I also have a small difficulty.

Congratulations.
You work fast, my Lord.

The baby needs milk urgently.
Are there any nursing mothers around?

Mothers, no. But the lady of the
house will surely be able to help.

I'm sorry to bother you.

This is Mistress Claire Fraser
of Fraser's Ridge.

The Colonel's wife.

My daughter-in-law, Lucinda,
just gave birth.

She'll have the milk
for the babe.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

This little one was born a few
days ago. She's not mine.

I fed her goat's milk
on the road here, but...

She needs to be fed properly.

Such a strong
and healthy babe!

Beautiful.

- A girl?
- Yes.

- Does she have a name?
- No.

She lost both her parents
before they could christen her.

Is she a slave's babe?

Not quite.

How'd you
come by her, then?

What's this difficulty
Fergus told me about?

A wee bit of a
misunderstanding on our arrival.

And you cleared it up
with our whisky?

When in Rome,
do as the Romans do.

When I was a professor
at Oxford,

I loved telling my students
about words and phrases.

Their origins,
their meanings.

Do you know where the expression
"Dutch courage" comes from?

Sure you're about to tell me.
What's it got to do with Rome?

Some say it dates back
a century ago,

to when English troops would
drink to calm themselves

before heading into battle.

Others say the English witnessed the
incredible courage gin gave the Dutch.

A number of times
in history,

an advance of soldiers was stopped
by an exchange of alcohol or goods.

Take the First World War,
for example.

There was a daily rum ration
on the Western Front.

Where are
Morrison and Scott?

Piss drunk already?

No. They left.

And with them, three more.

Left? Why?

You allowed Lionel Brown
to do this to one of your men?

They wanted to blow Morton
to smithereens. I had to...

I had to agree to some kind
of temporary confinement.

And what were you gonna do
once the whisky ran out?

I was hoping you would arrive
before that happened. And, you did.

I avoided confrontation,
I kept the peace.

You ken the meaning of the word,
"Captain," Professor MacKenzie?

Is that one
you can explain to me?

Yer men left because you
betrayed their trust.

Those who remain willna
have much faith left.

They swore to follow us into
battle, to risk their lives.

As Captain, you must honor
their loyalty above all else.

And what good is loyalty
if men are hurt or worse?

I was responsible
for that, too.

Now...

what disarray have you and your
cock brought upon our endeavor?

If you have dishonored
the Browns' daughter,

you must marry her
and put matters to rights.

You dinna have
much choice, Isaiah.

I would, Colonel,
but I cannae.

Regretfully...

I already have a wife.

I can understand the Browns wanting
to see you drawn and quartered.

How is it you have a wife?

My marriage was arranged
between her parents and mine.

Ally... Miss Brown, she...

She took a liking to me on my
travels through Brownsville.

And I took a liking to her.

My, um, heart had
a mind of its own.

It was as if I had no say
in the matter.

Still, you made a vow to
your wife and broke it.

And you swore an oath to me.

How can I be certain you willna
break it before the day's end?

- My vow to you was my own will.
- Aye, as was your infidelity.

I think we should
consider clemency for the man.

After all,
love makes fools of us all.

You must leave.

Dinna show your face
here again.

I meant no trouble for you.

As your Colonel,
I'll take care of your trouble.

- What's stopping you?
- I'll never see Ally again?

Go. It will be better
for both of you.

They'll come looking for him.

And they willna find him.

So, Mistress Beardsley
disappeared

and left us with the child.

When we went outside,
we found Mr. Beardsley's grave.

She probably killed
the bastard.

Ma, you always think
the worst of people.

I'm just sayin',
is all.

Beardsleys were strange. Came
through here once on their way home.

Didn't say a word.

So, the babe's dark.

Aaron Beardsley wasn't
the father?

No.

Fanny Beardsley
may be strange,

but she isn't the first woman
to find herself in...

an unsuitable situation,
and she certainly won't be the last.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Oh, don't worry.

Funny you should spill
cider on it, in fact.

I don't know who these physicians
think they are these days,

writing to the broadsheets
with their wisdom.

It speaks of means to
prevent becoming with child.

"A woman is most fertile
between the 11th... "

Alicia... it isn't proper to
speak of such things in company.

May I see that?

Trust you to draw our attention
to that vulgar nonsense.

Have you no compassion
for your cousin?

Oh! There now, my little lady.
You'll do well here with us.

The babe's a beauty. We're not here
to judge her for her parents' sins.

If you like, Mistress Fraser,
I'll take the babe tonight.

It won't do you much good to be
woken up by a screaming child,

when I can feed her here.

Won't your husband mind you
having to feed two hungry mouths?

No bother at all.

My husband is a fair man.

A fair man who fired
at my Isaiah!

Aye, he did,
and very fairly at that.

No one to blame but yourself.

If your poor mother could see
how lowly you'd fallen...

Would it be all right
if I, uh, take this?

I, um...

I could use it
to light a fire.

That's all
it's good for.

Thank you for your kindness.

♪ There was two recruitin' Sergeants
came frae The black watch ♪

♪ To markets and fairs
Some recruits for to catch ♪

Well, you've only lost
a few men.

Men are what I need
for this show of force.

And what should Roger
have done?

He had command
of near two dozen men.

And one word from him,
the Browns would've been outnumbered.

Instead, he had them stand down
and gave up one of his own.

Actions have consequences,
Sassenach.

Yes, I know they do.
But everyone can make a mistake.

Here, look at this.

Who's Dr. Rawlings?

Me.

You?

Beauchamp, Randall, Fraser...
Now, Rawlings?

You have another husband
I should ken about?

It's a pseudonym.

That was the doctor's name,
the medical equipment you gave me.

- You wrote to the broadsheets?
- No.

No, I wrote out
some medical advice,

for the Ridge, to dispel
certain superstitions.

I never intended for it
to go any further.

Who would've submitted it to
the printer without me knowing?

Matured in oak casks,
you say, huh?

Aye, the Scottish way.

Of course, it doesn't compare to
the wine from Champagne en France.

That's a damsel's drink if
ever I heard of one.

Fergus.

That advertisement
you took to the printer,

you remember the paper you wrote on,
did it have a writing on the other side?

There was.

Why?

The printer must have
decided to use it.

A very respectable name,
after all... Dr. Rawlings.

Do you think it will cause us
any trouble?

I mean, will anyone associate
it with Fergus or the Ridge?

Well, not unless someone tries
to find the author.

Invite him to speak on how
blood-letting is a harmful practice.

He's gone!
He's gone! He's gone!

Morton's gone! He's gone!

Morton's gone!

What're you telling me, boy?
Was no one guarding him?

No, they were drinking!

Find him. And when you do,
you don't wait for me.

No. Morton is a militiaman
under my protection!

Oh, we're as protective as
you, Colonel.

Only, I protect my own.

Halt! Halt there.

What in God's name's going on?

I had Isaiah Morton.
He was here.

Can't have gone far.

Did you have any luck with
Elijah Ford?

He could not be persuaded.

Well, we can still catch Morton...
if the militia will step out of my way.

I'm Colonel James Fraser.

Any harm done to Morton will be considered
an act of aggression against my militia,

formed by His Excellency,
Governor Tryon.

I'll have no choice

but to consider you traitors
to the Crown...

no better than the Regulators
we were sent to disperse.

Who're you calling' a traitor?

Stop, brother.

You sound foolish...

and a drunken fool at that.

Now, I want Morton
as much as you do.

I'm gonna talk
to Colonel Fraser.

Come to an understanding.

Is that clear?

You keep strange company,
Colonel Fraser.

Isaiah Morton.

Not of the God-fearing kind.

Little I can do about
a man's character.

There's enough sin and lawlessness each
day without counting those Regulators

causing disorder on
an already crumbling society.

And we don't want no trouble
with the governor.

So, if you have
come recruiting...

you could not have found any
better men in all the Carolinas.

We'll ride to Hillsborough
with you.

But they'll all be answering
to me.

Long as we are in agreement...

you will answer to me.

You'll stay the night with us?

If it's no trouble.

What sort of man would I be
if I allowed a lady

to sleep out with the militia
on a cold, dark night?

Jemmy?

Jemmy?

Where is Jemmy?
Where did he go?

Germain, look at me.
Did you see a man?

Jemmy.

Jem... Jemmy!

Jemmy? Jemmy?

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

- He took him.
- What, who?

Jemmy!

Jemmy!

I stepped outside for a minute.
I shouldn't have...

He can't have gone far,
Mistress. We'll find him.

Germain, where's Jemmy?

Ball.

Jemmy! Jemmy!

Intent on finding his precious
trinket, that's all.

There you are.
Safe and sound.

Off to bed, everyone.

You're okay.
You're okay.

Meet me in the kitchen.

I ken an honest cure
for waking nightmares.

Okay.

Conner Brown.

Hiram Brown.

Phineas Brown.

- Abner...
- Brown?

Will this do for
you and your husband?

It's perfect, thank you.

I hope you don't think we're a family
of ill repute with all that's happened.

Perhaps God sent you to bring
us the babe for a reason.

If you're looking for a home
for her...

we would care for her
as if she's ours.

That's very kind.

You see...

Lucinda's own
was born too little.

She passed.

I'm so sorry.

Alicia will help you
with the bedding.

Come and join us
when you're ready.

Here.

Mistress Fraser...

I heard.

Is Isaiah truly gone?

Better he stay gone...

considering your father's
feelings about him.

I know.

But...

But what?

He's my first thought in the morning
and my last thought at night.

He never spoke of marriage...

but I wouldn't have lain
with him if I thought...

Will you ask your husband,

if he sees Isaiah again, to tell
him that I'll follow him wherever?

I'll do whatever I must.

Oh, Alicia.

Isaiah Morton...

is not worth
leaving your family for.

I'm sorry to have to be
the one to tell you this...

but he's already married.

What do you mean?

To whom?

I don't know.

He told my husband.

He also not worth your tears.

What will I do?

I'll never want
anyone else.

And no one else
will ever want me.

Alicia...

are you with child?

I think so. I don't know.

Your family will take care
of you.

Not when
I've disappointed them.

I've ruined my...
Our reputation.

- I wish I was dead.
- No.

That's the last thing
you should wish for.

You gonna tell me what kind
of devil you conjured?

I did, didn't I?

I conjured
everything up somehow.

I cannae help you if I dinna
ken what you're thinking.

It's nothing.

I mean,
I hope it's nothing.

Then we'll sit here...

and drink
in sacred silence.

It's my own fault. I shouldn't
have let Jemmy out of my sight.

Nothing happened.

I never told you this...

but I killed my father.

He'd beat us.

Hand, belt, pot.

Whatever was close,
whenever he felt the urge...

which was often.

He once broke my lip.
Couldn't speak for a month.

I prayed every night
that he would stop.

I wished him dead.

And then, one day...

he was arrested
as a Jacobite.

Though, I prayed every night
for God to take him...

I let my mind be consumed

by thoughts of all the terrible
things that could happen to him.

He died in prison.

I killed him.

You didn't kill him.

You see, thinking...

no matter how hard or long...

doesn't make something
come true.

Or else, I'd be queen of some castle
filled with jewels and the fine wines.

Thank you.

Our men are putting up the
tents for the night, mistress.

- Up the road.
They need a hand. -Good.

Wait. Come here.

Open your mouth.

Stick out your tongue. "Ah."

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!

Must you two be alike
in every way?

Is all well with him?

Does your throat hurt from time to
time, like your brother's?

Aye, it comes and goes.

There's nothing I can do
about it tonight.

But make sure to drink plenty.
Water or ale.

And pitch your tent
at fair distance.

Aye, mistress.

Plenty of miles.

It's about...

What is it, Sassenach?

Kezzie, his tonsils are as
infected as his brother's.

Must have contracted it
from Josiah somehow.

His fever's very high.

Josiah's strong enough to wait for
surgery, but I don't think Kezzie is.

Can you perform it here?

I need penicillin
for this kind of surgery.

And you don't
have that yet?

I feel I was close to finding
the right strain before we left.

Then you must return with them to the
Ridge. Josiah's no use to me here.

The Ridge needs a hunter,
and Keziah's no good to anyone dead.

What if you encounter
the Regulators?

Won't you need me?

You said you didna ken
of any battles.

No.

And nor to Brianna.

I don't want to leave you
so soon.

We didna spend a day in hell to
secure the safety of those lads...

to see them suffer now.

Cure them both.

Then return to me.

Roger Mac?

Coming.

Come dawn,
you will escort Claire home.

What? Why?

I need to take the twins
back to my surgery.

What about the militia?
And Hillsborough?

I made you a captain
without time to prepare you,

or teach you
what the word meant.

From the old French capitaine
via the Latin...

Lead my wife home.

Don't worry.

We'll be back with them
before you know it.

It's not that
that concerns me.

He doesn't have any faith
in me.

He just entrusted you with
the one thing he loves most.

Aye.

Go.
Go and dance.

I hope my mother-in-law told you that
if you are looking for a good home...

We don't mind keeping her.

Are you quite sure?

It's not her fault how
she came into this world.

And we have plenty of room
to spare now.

She wouldn't lack
for anything.

If you'll allow us.

Well, I'd have to speak
with my husband.

Of course.

Here,
would you like to take her?

Go on, Mac Dubh.

Didn't know you could
dance like that?

Where are you taking me?

Away from prying eyes.

Well,
I should warn you.

My husband's as jealous
as he is handsome.

- Mmm.
- And you should know...

I can knock you off your feet, sir.

You cannae even
walk in a straight line!

Can you recite
the alphabet backwards?

I expect so.
English or Greek?

Never mind.

If you can recite
either of those forwards,

then you're in a better
condition than I.

Mmm.

There's a...

A question
I wanna ask you.

What?

Do you want wee Bonnie?

Do you wanna keep her?

We have a big house.

I've seen you with her,
Sassenach.

I've seen how you
would've looked with Bree.

And I thought maybe this might be the last
chance for us to raise a bairn together.

What would you think
if she stayed?

Here? In Brownsville?

It's been suggested.

Lucinda's taken
a liking to her.

I think she needs our wee
Bonnie more than anyone.

She'd be in good hands.

Bonnie comes with the deed
to the Beardsley property.

After the trouble of Alicia...

it'll be a welcome addition
to the Browns' estate.

I have no life
but you, Claire.

But if you wanted
another child...

I thought that perhaps,
I might give you one.

One that you wouldn't
have to suffer carrying.

Please know...

that if it's
all possible...

I love you even more
for wanting to take the chance.

I also regret that we were
never parents together.

But regret...

isn't reason enough.

I love our life.
I love our home together.

Would we even be
the best home for her?

There's our obituary.

I am grateful...

for every day we have.

As am I.

And Marsali and Fergus.

I'm sure they will keep the
Ridge sufficiently populated,

if that's what
you're worried about.

And that lass
is with child.

Everything Fergus lays eyes upon are.

And he dares to joke
about my virility.

That was a gunshot.

Alicia!

Alicia!

I meant the bullet
for my heart.

Please leave me,
so I can try again!

She's wounded.

We must get her home. Come.

Shh, come.

Here.

It's all right,
darling.

I'm all alone.

I can't live
with what I've done.

I can't live without Isaiah.

You are not alone.

And your baby
is worth living for.

Jamie, could you find
some whisky?

- Settle her nerves.
- Aye.

Morton! What in God's name
are you doing here?

I couldn't leave, sir,
not without seeing Ally.

Do you know where
I can find 'er?

The lass kens
you've a wife already.

If her father sees you,
he'll shoot you on sight,

she may stab you to the heart,
bigamist that you are.

And if neither of 'em succeed,
I might do the job myself.

What sort of man gets a lass with child
with no right to give it his name?

With child?

Aye. She is.

- Now, you best leave.
- I'm sorry, sir.

I dinna wish to do you harm,
but I must see Ally.

Put it down. You ken fine
you willna shoot me.

So do I.

I cannae speak ill of my wife,
but neither one of us was happy.

We have na shared a home
nor a bed for two years now.

We've no children.

But Ally...

Miss Brown
is my heart and soul.

Please, help me see her.

Nothing in this world
is worth taking your life for.

- I thought you were gone.
- I should be gone.

Is it true?
You're with child?

Is it true you're married?

Yes.

And you love her?

I love only you.

I have the muster roll here,
Colonel, I just wanted to...

Morton?

What are you thinking
coming back?

I'm a fool, as you said.

As are you.
And... as is the Colonel.

Are you both telling me that
if someone told you to leave,

told you that you could never
see Mistress MacKenzie

or Mistress Fraser again,
you'd stand for it?

That you'd obey
without a fight?

If either of you would go
and leave the women you love

with all your hearts,
say it now.

Say ye'd go and I'll walk out
of here without another word.

So, I was biding my time.

I had to wait for nightfall
to prove it to you.

Will you have me?

It may be bold, and reckless, and
foolish, but how can I live without you?

Nor I without you.

They can't stay here.

No, they cannae.

Go!

- Those are our horses!
- Get after them!

This wee devil
roaming about...

...must've startled
the horses.

They dinna take kindly
to our cloven-hoofed friends.

Adultery.
Betrayal. Dishonor.

Excuses could be made,
of course.

I know I made my own

when I was separated from Frank
by a power I didn't understand.

And yet, wherever you are,
you make choices.

Foolish ones, or ones that
save yourself or someone else.

All you can hope for,

is that the good will outweigh
the harm that may come of it.