All language subtitles for Outlander.S04E06.WEB.H264-MEMENTO

Previously...

We've chosen a name.
Baby Klara.

They are dead.

They got the measle and...

Measles traveled with you
from Cross Creek.

It spreads
from person to person.

- Murtagh.
- Ah!

I have my forge here.

Will you return
to Fraser's Ridge with us?

We'll work together.

I am Major John William Grey,
the governor of this prison.

I couldn't give
you freedom.

This is the next best
I could manage.

It's called Helwater.

Well, my wedding is
in three days.

I want my first time to be
with someone like you.

My sister's dead.

Ellesmere knew
the child wasn't his.

We named him William.

Would you look out
for Willie as his father?

Jamie.

What the devil?

Well, what are you doing
in the backcountry?

Well, your letter painted
such a beautiful picture

of your land,
I was determined to see it

with my own eyes.

And I have business
in Virginia.

Virginia's some way north,
John.

True.

Which is why I sent the men
who accompanied us ahead

to Woolam's Creek
to make preparations

for the onward journey.

He's here with me.

He's waiting by the stream.

I thought I might have a word
with you alone first

before retrieving him,
if possible.

Come on.

- Oh.
- Here.

- Oh.
- Christ.

Pride goeth before a fall.

And a broken back.

Be thankful for the help
while you have it.

Perhaps you should stay.

You've barely had time
to complain at all.

And Jamie's quite fond of you,
I suppose.

Well, it's a blessing to see
ye as well, Claire.

Having you here has
really made Fraser's Ridge

feel like home.

Are you sure you can't stay?

Ah, I have the forge to run.

If I'm to stay
in North Carolina at all,

I'll need to pay my taxes.

And ye ken what that means.

I do, unfortunately.

As we speak,
two of our best men

are presenting the governor
with our petition

for fewer taxes.

Your regulator friends?

Help!

Get them off me! Ah.

What is it, lad?

Oh, they're just leeches.
They won't hurt you.

Please, c-can you remove them
at once?

They're vile creatures.

Oh, they're not
so terribly vile.

They have their uses.

And if you can stand it,
it's better to wait

until they drop off
by themselves.

I hate them,
and I'd rather not wait.

If you please.

Very well, then.

Murtagh, can you pass
me a bucket?

Don't want to waste them.

They're very effective...

in reducing the swelling
of bruises.

I want my father.

Where is he?

I don't know
if he'll remember you.

He was barely six
when I left Helwater.

A lifetime ago.

Best he doesn't remember.
For his own sake.

Indeed.

By the by, he insists
we call him William now.

We would be honored if you
were to stay a while.

As guests.

That would be delightful.

Is, uh, Isobel with you?

No.

Isobel has died.

On the ship between England
and Jamaica.

She and William were coming
to join me there,

and she took ill.

John, I...

I'm sorry to hear it.

How are you bearing up?

As you'd expect.

It has been a trial.

For William, especially.
He's grief-stricken.

But I...

must keep my chin up for him.

She was such a kind soul.

And a wonderful
mother to Willie.

William.

- Yes, she was.
- Come along.

We'll see what we can do.

Lord John.

Mistress Fraser.

Tis a pleasure
to see you again.

You know my father?

I do.

The pleasure is mine.

A reunion indeed.

Mr. Fitzgibbons.

Well, you appear well
after all this time.

Tis the mountain air,
I expect.

I see you've made
the acquaintance

of our gracious hostess.

Will you not also pay your
compliments to our host?

I don't believe I've been
given your name, sir.

How impertinent of me.

May I present Mr. James Fraser.

Mr. Fraser, it is a pleasure
to make your acquaintance.

Yours as well, Master William.

The young master
encountered some leeches

down at the stream.

With your permission,
I'd like to take him out

to clean the wounds.

Yes, of course.

Come along.

William is unaware
of the circumstances

of how we three met.

I'd be grateful for your
discretion in the matter.

Aye.

Wouldn't want him to think you
keep dishonorable company.

The past is the past.

Lord John is a trusted friend.

His kindness helped
to preserve your life.

Aye.

That it did.

I'll say nothing
of Ardsmuir to the lad.

Thank you, Mr. Fitzgibbons.

Did you sail into Wilmington?

New Bern, sir.

Governor Tryon was kind
enough to offer us respite

at his new palace.

Ye ken the Governor, then?

Yes, we met some years
ago in London.

We're both members of the
Society for the Appreciation

of the English Beefsteak.

It's a gentleman's club
in London.

Hmm.

Ian would love to hear
of such a club.

- Your nephew?
- Aye.

He's out hunting with some
of our Cherokee neighbors

as we speak.

He lives with you here, then?

I'm very sorry
to find him absent.

The young man for whom
you crossed an ocean.

Aye.

The Governor's built himself
a palace, then?

Yes, when it is complete,
it will stand as a symbol

to stability in the Province.

A true monument to elegance.

Hmm.

Elegance?

Where's the money coming from?

A rather untimely
investment, perhaps.

Well, given the debts
of the Province

due to the recent war.

I believe the Governor
has asked the Assembly

to allocate funds.

Though it appears some here
in the backcountry

are rallying against the taxes
levied to build it.

Because the taxes
are excessive.

And rising.

No doubt they feel a palace
or a monument is not

the best use of their
hard-earned coin.

They?

By they I suppose
you mean the mob,

for that is what they
inevitably turn out to be.

And take these
"Regulators" for instance.

By all accounts, they're
unreasonable and dangerous.

A menace to the backcountry
and given to causing disruption

by means of riot.

Have you encountered anything
of the kind here?

There is the backcountry,
John,

and there is the wilderness.

Not likely to have that
sort of trouble here

at Fraser's Ridge.

By all accounts,
it's the Governor himself

who's unreasonable
and dangerous.

Those Regulators tied a sheriff
to his horse and marched

with his beaten body through
the streets of Hillsborough.

There were women
and children present.

Would you call that reasonable?

Exaggeration and falsehood.

I'm told there were
many witnesses.

Have you not faired well
in the New World?

Oh, aye.

I have more than rats
to eat now, my Lord.

You've eaten rats, sir?

Mr. Fitzgibbons has a very
peculiar sense of humor.

Aye.

Aye.

Thank ye for dinner.

A pleasant evening indeed.

Mmm.

Can I interest you
in a game of chess?

I'm afraid I dinna have
a chess set.

Fortunately for you,
I brought mine.

I'd never travel without it.

May I be excused?

Well, there's a privy
just behind the cabin,

Master William.

Outside?

Won't someone fetch
a chamber pot?

You must become
accustomed to using the privy

while we're guests here
at Fraser's Ridge.

Yes, Papa.

I'll show ye where it is.

Mac?

Is your name
not MacKenzie?

Aye.

MacKenzie's one
of my given names.

Then you are the groom
at this estate?

No.

No, Fraser's Ridge is my land.

But I tend to the horses,
along with everything else.

Do you remember me?

Fondly.

Then why did you not remind me
of our acquaintanceship

when we were introduced?

I dinna ken.

Do you still have the wooden
snake I carved for ye?

I-I'm too old for toys, sir.

Where is Isobel's estate?

Lynchburg.

That's, uh, Virginia,
isn't it?

Indeed it is.

However, after I received
a letter from Jamie with news

of the land grant
in North Carolina,

I thought it wise to seek
a trusted friend's counsel

on the particulars of life
in the Colonies.

Counsel for you,
or for the Governor?

Beg your pardon?

The Governor has sent you
to ensure Jamie's loyalty.

Well, he's already given
Tryon his word.

Perhaps I've had too much wine,
but it, uh...

Well, it sounded as though
you're suggesting I'm here

to spy upon him?

Are you?

If our stay here
is proving burdensome,

you've only to say the word.

No, it's no burden at all.

I just wish I had time
to make appropriate

sleeping arrangements for you
and the young master.

It's hardly surprising
he remembers you.

When the lad said my name...

My heart raced.

I wanted to swing him through
the air as I did

when he was a wee lad.

Not so wee anymore.

Lad's sprouted, but he's still
got that same cock to his head.

Familiar fire in his eyes.

He is very handsome.

Aye.

When the lad was near three,
Lord Dunsany brought him

to the stables
for his first ride.

He was terrified.

Kept screaming his favorite
word at the time... mo.

Mo.

Mo?

Otherwise known as no.

Ah.

But after I put the lad
on my shoulders

and let him speak with
the horse eye to eye,

Willie embraced him.

We couldn't keep him away
after that.

Even had his own way
of brushing the horses

with short wee flicks.

He obviously learned that
from watching you.

Aye.

His voice.

When he asked
if I was the groom...

It was the memory
of a stranger.

He just needs to get
to know you again.

Aye.

Come here.

You know, I've been dreaming of a
moment alone with you for weeks.

Mmm.

Isn't our guest
waiting for you?

Hmm.

Suppose he is.

Go.

Enjoy your game.

Hmm.

But as soon
as our guests leave,

I'll be expecting
your full attention.

Save some for the rest
of us, will ye?

So ye continued yer
acquaintanceship

with the warden
after Ardsmuir, then?

Aye.

He saw to my parole.

Grey's sympathies
lie with Tryon.

And with his dishonest sheriffs
and tax collectors.

Yet my sympathies lie with
the rats ye'll be dining on

once again when ye're
imprisoned for taking the law

into your own hands
if ye're not careful.

And we're to stand by
and watch a man build a palace

while others are left wanting?

I spoke with the Governor.

He wishes to address the matter
and put an end

to these complaints.

So he can carry on building
his monument to elegance.

And your guest keeps company
with men like Tryon.

The Governor has no reason
to keep secrets from Grey.

Talk to him.

Find out what he knows.

I'll no take advantage
of my friendship.

Friendship?

With an English redcoat?

Redcoat or not...

Willie needs him.

And what is it
that concerns you so

about a lad you barely ken?

Willie has lost two mothers.

John Grey is all he has left.

And how does that make the lad
your responsibility?

He...

He's yours,
isn't he?

Ye must keep this
to yerself.

Ye ken that the reputation
of Lord William Ransom,

ninth Earl of Ellesmere
would be ruined.

He'd lose all he has
if anyone were to find out.

Don't worry about me
keeping yer secrets.

I've kept them,
each and every one.

Does Claire know?

Aye.

When ye find the time,
perhaps ye can tell me

about his mother.

Unless that's a secret
as well.

You sure you want
to make that move?

Yes.

Damn.

Damn.

Try a wee drop of this.

You're meant to drink it,
John,

not savor the scent.

Let me guess.
It's meant to be whisky?

After it ages a bit,
it might be.

Well, will you redeem your
honor with another game?

Ah, aye.

You can hardly expect the same
trick to work twice, after all.

Do you feel yourself content?

I have all that
a man could want.

Home.
Honorable work.

My wife by my side.

Good friends.

And the knowledge that my son
is safe and well cared for.

I want no more.

Mistress Fraser,
your hospitality these past

few days has been
greatly appreciated.

I'll, uh, escort you
to the road that'll have you

on your way to Virginia.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

You're burning up.

There's a measles epidemic
in Cross Creek.

Did you travel through there?

Yes.

Have I got the measles?

If so, you must
keep William away.

Open your mouth.

How long have you
been feeling ill?

I felt somewhat lightheaded
when I retired last night.

I awoke with a bad headache,
but I thought it a consequence

- of Jamie's so-called whisky.
- Yeah.

Well, I'll put some
willow bark to steep.

That will help
with the headache.

- Aye.
- But you need to rest.

He's very infectious.

Thank God you had measles
as a child.

Murtagh, as well.
It willna infect us?

No, nor me, either.

I've been inoculated.

But William may have been
exposed to the same source

as Lord John and just not shown
signs of it yet.

Pass me the pot.

I'll have Murtagh
stay here with me.

But you'd better sleep
outside with William.

You'd better stay away
for at least six days.

Hopefully by then,
John will be well on his way

to recovery.

Or...

I'll take the lad for a tour.
Show him Fraser's Ridge.

I'll look after him.

Master William.

William, mount up?

I'm not leaving.

Come on.

Here, no, no.
Come... Don't kick.

It's ill-mannered.

Now get up.

Ah!

It's very loyal of ye to want
to stay with your father,

but ye canna help him.

You may do yourself harm
by staying.

And don't try it.

I dinna want to tie your feet
to the stirrups, but I will.

Make no mistake.

You, sir, are a lout.

Ye still have a way
with horses.

Ye see these initials?

You'll find similar markings
all along this area.

They serve as a Treaty Line
between Indian land

and the King's land.

Ye must always stay on this
side of the marked trees.

Why are the savages
permitted to remain on the land?

Well, they were here first.

The Crown has already taken
most of it from them.

The Indians respect
the King's land,

and we must respect theirs.

These Indians,
they are agreeable?

Ah, some.

But they can be fierce
when provoked.

Have you ever seen such
a glorious thing before, sir?

Never.

Get you some tea.

I'm most grateful
mistress Fraser.

Claire.

Isobel truly believed a cup
of tea could cure any ill.

I'm sorry.

I had meant to offer you
my condolences on the loss

of your wife.

Thank you.

Yeah, we had known each other
all our lives.

She might as
well have been my sister.

She satisfied with that?

To be your sister?

You cannot be at all a
comfortable woman to live with.

I believe she was satisfied
with the life she lived.

She never said
that she was not.

I was an adequate
husband to her.

In all ways.

That's not for me to judge.

But you don't approve,
because if you did,

you could not keep thinking
of me as you choose to.

You shouldn't presume
to know what I think.

You're envious of the time
Jamie and I shared together

and with William.

You're envious of the fact
that I'm raising Jamie's son.

Are you not?

We have a daughter.

Her name is Brianna.

She's grown up now.

She lives in Boston.

But we were robbed
of the opportunity to raise her

together because of Culloden.

I meant no offense.

No, but you did mean to imply
that you and Jamie

have something together
that we did not.

Perhaps you're right
about that.

Let me ask you,
what if your son

takes a good look at Jamie's
face and sees his own?

If he did learn that he'd been
lied to his entire life,

he'd be devastated.

So I can't for the life of
me understand your motivation

for coming here.

The obvious.

To allow Jamie to see the boy.

Or the other obvious.

To allow you to see Jamie.

You are a rather
remarkable woman.

In what way?

You are neither circumspect
nor circuitous.

I don't believe I've ever met
anyone so devastatingly

straightforward,
male or female.

Well, it's not by choice.

I was born that way.

So was I.

I don't understand why
they're not taking the bait.

Because that's a fly.

Yes, one of the very best.

Aye.

But it's the wrong
time of year.

The fish are wise enough
to ken flies are no here.

Try a worm.

I don't use worms, sir.

Ye did when ye were younger.

D'ye not recall?

After heavy rains at Helwater,
we'd gather the wee beasties.

I do remember some such thing.

But I prefer fishing
with a fly.

The Indians dinna bother
with line and hook.

Sometimes they... they place
branches to stop the fish

from crossing.

Then they stand with sharp
sticks, spearing them.

What are you doing?

Catching our dinner.

Highlanders can catch fish

with bare hands
and a tickle.

A tickle?

Please, sir,
I'm not a child.

There.

Ah, yeah.

Now, we'll have to make camp
for the night.

Rise before dawn to find
the best deer.

Oh!

Are we to hunt deer?

Stand down, William.

It was clearly a stag.

Now you've let it get away.

The distance was too great
for a rifle.

I could have injured it.

Aye, and made it suffer.

Ye shoot to kill.

Ye ken how to deliver
a fatal shot?

Yes, sir.

A-Aim for the heart.

There.

Easy.

Easy.

Take aim.

Well done, lad.

Tha-thank you, sir.

Where are you going?

I-I'm allowing you time
to dress the deer.

Yer servants may have dressed
the game at home,

but here in the New World,
we're no hunting for sport.

Ye dinna prepare the gralloch,
ye dinna eat.

Come here.

You begin here.

Angle your knife up like this,
then cut down the middle.

And be sure to pull the meat
away from the offal

as ye cut it.

Mistress Fraser will be upset
if you damage the intestines.

She uses them for healing.

And I need a new bow string.

That's it.

Mebbe ye're not
quite old enough.

That's it.

Good lad.

How's the liver?

Delicious, sir.

Aye.

Yeah, my dad always said
it tastes better

when you've earned every bite.

Willie?

Master William?

Yes?

Do you feel unwell?

Are ye warm or feverish?

I'm quite well, sir.

Those dried apples no sit well?

I have a potion that will
cure ills of the stomach.

It'll no take long to brew.

Claire made it.

She's a fine healer.

She said Papa would live.

She... She gave me her word.

Then you may depend upon it.

I've had enough of sleeping
under the stars as savages do.

I want to go home.

Dinna fash, my Lord.

We'll begin our journey home
in the morning.

I... I want to see my papa now.

It's too dark.

This is all your fault.

If my papa hadn't
come to visit you,

he never would have fallen ill.

And...

Now he's going to die.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.
My head will surely split.

Here, let me try
some acupressure.

Ah!

See if it won't
ease the pain.

That's it.

Am I to die today?

Your temperature's very high.

We need to bring it down.

I need to make a confession.

When I heard that
Isobel had died...

I felt nothing.

We shared a life.

I should have felt something.

But I didn't.

Just relax.

You asked me
why I came here.

I came to see whether
I can still feel.

Whether it is my feelings
that have died...

Or only Isobel.

And?

I can still feel shame,
at least.

Oh, it's hard.

It's hard watching
you with him.

Oh...

Why torture yourself?

Surely you knew coming here
that you could never have him.

Oh, I could have had him.

What?

In exchange for my commitment
to serve as William's father...

Jamie offered himself to me.

Of course I refused.

I would never take him
on those terms.

You should stop talking.

You need your rest.

Willie?

William!

William?

Look what I found.

You shouldn't be here.

It's to break our fast.

I thought I told you...

Savages.

Stay calm.

The boy took fish from
the place of the Cherokee.

He must pay with his blood.

No, no, no!

The boy is my son!
His blood is my blood.

Take mine instead.

I won't go without you.

Yes, you will.

Follow the stream back
to Fraser's Ridge.

May the Lord protect her,
her and the children.

No, no, he's not my father!

He's not my father!

He showed me the boundaries,
but I did not respect them.

I alone stole your fish.

Stand down, Willie.

No. No, no!
Willie, no!

No!

I dinna ken the meaning
of all they're saying, but...

I believe their mercy
was due to you.

Your courage.

I must beg your forgiveness.

My...
lack of discretion,

it...

pierces my very core.

You were very ill.

It's no excuse.

But you were wrong.

Knowing you have Jamie
and I never will

is not that which grieves me.

It's a truth to which
I am reconciled.

It's witnessing
the satisfaction on your face

that wounds me.

Something I could
never give Isobel.

Do you know what it's like
to love someone

and never be able
to give them happiness?

Not through any fault
of yours or theirs,

but simply because you were not
born the right person for them?

I understand.

All too well.

When I thought

Jamie was dead, I...

I was married to another man.

Oh, a good man.

But...

I must ask for
your forgiveness, too.

You were right.

I suppose I am envious

of the time
you spent with Jamie.

We were deprived
of 20 years together.

Now that you've come here...

And seen him...

Do you still have feelings?

I do.

Yes.

God help me.

When you said
you have nothing of Jamie,

you're wrong.

You have William.

Do you remember
the day you left Helwater?

Aye.

I ran to you.

But you did not
look back at me.

Why did you not
look back at me?

I wanted to.

I didn't look because...

I didn't want to give
ye false hope.

I never expected
to see you again.

William.

Here.

He's well.

And no longer contagious.

All right, lad.

Papa.

I trust he was well-behaved
for you.

William was a very brave
travel companion.

You've raised him well.

You're a good father.

You're fortunate
to have each other.

How can I repay
your kindness?

You can get plenty of rest.

And eat well.

Lots of carrots
and squash and liver.

And...

Don't lose hope.

You, too, deserve to have
the look of satisfaction

on your face.

Ye sure ye remember the way?

Yes, sir.

I'd be delighted
if you accept this.

Your chess set?

- No, John, I canna...
- Please.

It will give me great pleasure
to think of you

having a game now and then.

Perhaps you'll
teach your nephew.

I look forward to it.

I'm afraid the time has come
to bid you all farewell.

A pleasure,
Mistress Fraser.

The pleasure is all mine.

Good luck to you both.

Well, I hope Murtagh
comes to see us again soon.

He'll no stay away
now he's had a taste

of your fine cooking.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

So often I've burned for ye.

But this water
on your skin...

Caressing you.

Hmm.

Makes me jealous
of the rain itself.

Hmm.

Mmm.

Your kisses raining
down on me...

Mmm.

Is it a drizzle
or a torrent?

I'll bathe you in them.

Then I...
should hurry up.

Ye have no need of cloth
tonight, Sassenach.

Well, that's not fair.
You're still fully clothed.

Ah.

There are times when
a husband kens best.

And I am your husband.

Though ye'd never ken it.

I don't need a ring

to know how much
you love me.

No.

But it helps.

Jamie.

It's so beautiful.

Where is it from?

I had Murtagh make it.

From one of the silver
candlesticks.

I ken my mother

would give her blessing
to fashion part of it

into a ring for ye.

She would be proud

to know that she raised
such a thoughtful son.

Oh, there's an inscription.

Give me 1,000 kisses.

And I'll give you 1,000 more.

Mmm.

Hmm.

One.

Oh.

Two.

Three.

Five.

Five?