All language subtitles for Outlander.S07E03.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

Previously...

It's her heart.

- Can you fix it?
- No, I can't.

But I know somebody who can.

I went through the stones once
to save my baby.

We took an instant liking
to each other

did we no, Adso?

Hello, cat.

Hector had stolen
a case of gold.

The king of France's mark on it.

Must be intended
for Charles Stuart.

Hector.

- News of our death.
- January.

We die in a fire.

Search the house.
You find anything?

Give that gold back.

It's gemstones I'm after.

Maybe she hid them in there.

What's that smell?

Ether.
Don't breathe in the fumes.

It's too damn dark.

No! No, don't do that!

We've been keeping it safe,

but I've been dying to know
what's inside.

The bank said
it's been in their vault

for 200 years.

Uh, maybe I should check
on the kids.

They're outside in the garden
with Ernie and the girls.

I'll check on them for you.

Thank you.

I'm glad Mandy's doing so well.

And so glad you've come back.

Huh. A musket ball?

Hmm.

"My dear daughter,
as you will see

"if you ever receive this,

we are alive."

No! The ether!

Wendigo, blow that out.

Arch! Murdina! Get out!

Claire!

"Both your mother and I
are safe and well.

"And we will always have a home

as long as we have
each other."

- Uncle!
- Mistress!

What's happened?

Run for help. We need water!

Come on, men, come on!

Let me. Argh!

- Here.
- Move back!

Enough.

Enough!

It canna be saved.

Thank you all, but...

there's nothing more we can do.

Well, it's not January.

Aye.

And we're no' dead.

So much for our obituary.

Bloody newspapers.

Never get anything right.

You and your bloody matches.

You burned the house down.

What?

No, it was Mama's ether.

Come on, any kind of spark

could have caused
that explosion.

But it wasn't any kind of spark.

It...

Wendigo lit one of your matches.

You and your mother...

the 18th century's lucky
to have survived you.

Me? Why are you saying that?

'Cause, Brianna, it was you.

You caused a fire
that they survived.

A different fire.
Look at the date.

The fire from the obituary
didn't happen.

It couldn't happen.

There was nothing left to burn.

So we actually did it.
We saved them.

We changed history.

Your hair smells
of smoke, Sassenach.

Everything smells of smoke.

When ye're called to the aid

of a dying man...

...why is it that
you never say no?

Ever?

Though you ken
the case is hopeless?

Because I can't...

Because I...

I cannot admit
there is anything to do

but go on.

Nor will I.

I'm going to go and wash
the soot out of these.

I found this.

Thought you might like it back.

'Tis Willie.
Lord John's lad, no?

Aye.

I recognize his face

from when he was here
at the Ridge.

Glad to have it back. Thank ye.

It's a shame
they never returned.

Aye.

But I did see him again.

In Wilmington.

Just before we saw
your cousins away.

He's grown.

A soldier.

Goes by William now.

You must be proud.

How did you ken?

When he was here,
I saw you lookin' at him

the same way you were lookin'
at that portrait.

That and from what I remember,
he was a stubborn lad.

Wasna afraid to speak
his mind, either.

Reminded me of my mother.

And you.

He's a Fraser sure enough.

Does he ken?

He can never know he's my son.

Dinna fash, Uncle.

Ye need Fraser blood
to see it in him.

I will never speak of it
to a soul.

We've brought you
some parsnip soup, mistress.

The fisherfolk have sent
blankets for ye.

And....I-I thought
you might be needin'

a spare blouse
and a shawl maybe?

Lizzie...

Please.
'Tis the least I can do.

And if you'd like to change now,

I can help you to wash the soot
from the one you're wearin'.

Thank you.

Is there anything
we can help you with, mistress?

Me and Kezzie could carry
what you've salvaged

up to Roger and Brianna's
old cabin.

That would be nice.

Is there something else?

Adso.

We looked everywhere
for your wee cheetie...

in the woods, near the river,

but we havena found him.

I'm sure
he'll turn up somewhere.

Of course he will.

I guess you'll be wantin'
to explain this, Mr. Bug.

I dinna owe ye an explanation
about anything.

There's a mark
of the fleur-de-lis.

'Twas meant for Charles Stuart
was it no'?

Aye, 'twas.

And do you ken how it came to be

in your wife's possession?

Thieves burnt down my house.

I willna have any more
on the Ridge.

I'm no thief.

Neither is my wife.

It's your own blood
that's done the taking.

Jocasta Cameron

and that bastard
of a husband of hers, Hector,

they're the thieves
you speak of.

How so?

There were three of us

when the gold came ashore
from France.

Dougal MacKenzie took one-third
and Hector Cameron another.

I was the third man,
tacksman to Malcolm Grant,

who sent me.

The French gold...

the lost Jacobite gold...

it's here in America?

Aye. It is.

But it came too late to make
a difference to the cause.

So Grant used it
for the good of the clan.

I dinna know
what Dougal did with his,

but Hector Cameron, he fled.
He was a traitor.

And his wife wi' him.

I only had to set eyes
on River Run

to see where the gold
had been spent.

But not all of it.

What I'm wondering...

is how the devil
you found what was left of it

and got it away?

Each time I went to River Run,

I searched
every cupboard, every closet.

Then it came to me.

Hector Cameron was no' a man
to part wi' anything

only for reason of bein' dead.

'Twas in his crypt with him.

So whenever I went to River Run,

piece by piece, I took back

what the coward stole
from Scotland.

A man who takes from a thief
is made a thief himself.

I only wished to take it back

from the Camerons.

I am a man of my word,

Seaumais mac Brian.

I swore an oath to my chief.

And I kept it till he died.

I swore an oath
to the king across the water.

And I kept that too.

I swore loyalty
to George of England

when I came upon this shore.

So tell me now,
where does my duty lie?

You swore an oath to me too.

I am thinking now

that the oath that matters most

is the one I made to my wife.

Where is the rest of it?

Somewhere you'll never find it.

You are free of your oath to me.

Take your life from my hand.
Take this.

Take your wife and go.
Do not return.

It's all been for nothing,
Murdina.

He's sending us away.

What?

I was chief tacksman once.
A man of worth.

And in my eyes,
that's what you'll always be.

There's no shame
in what we've done.

I'm no' beggin' him
to let us stay here.

No, sir.

We've spent years on our knees

scrubbin' their floors,
washin' their clothes...

we've slaughtered their pigs.

We've served them their meals.

We've seen things

and yet we look the other way.

We've earned this, Archie.

This is our time.

Aye, it's him.

You think he hid the gold there?

He's hid it somewhere
we'd never find it

right under our noses.

Let him find
what he's lookin' for first.

Ye go behind him.
If he runs, stop him.

Mr. Bug?

Arch Bug. Come outta there.

I would speak with you.

Mrs. Bug?

I need Arch.

Archie.

No.

I th... thought she was...

The... the coat.

The hat...

I... didna ken.

I d... I didna ken it was you.

She was always kind to me.

She took care of me.

Of all of us.

And I...

And you were protecting Jamie.

Aye.

But she protected me.

She kept our secret, Auntie.

Why did I do it?

The shot only grazed
Uncle Jamie.

She's lyin' in there.

And I canna take it back
or undo it.

And yet...

...I keep lookin'
for some way that I can.

Somethin' I can do
to make it right.

Are you breathing, Ian?

Aye.

I think so.

That's all you have to do
for now.

After talking to Ian,
I had to take my own advice...

put on a brave face, be strong,

and keep breathing.

Any sign of Arch?

No. I called out for him after.
There was no answer.

I looked around too.

Why would he hide the gold
under our home?

Didn't he worry
that we'd find it?

We never did.

Why did I not let her take it?

What did it matter?

Murdina,

wife of Archibald,

you'll be missed.

Amen.

I hate that she's going
to her grave

and things weren't right
between us.

Mrs. Bug will be
the guardian now,

will she no', Mistress Fraser?

It suits her.

- The guardian?
- Aye.

The last person
to lie in a graveyard

becomes its guardian.

Must stand and guard

until the next person dies
and comes to take their place.

Only then can they rest.

What is a guardian
of the graveyard guarding?

And from whom?

Vandals.

Desecraters, charmers.

Even the dead
may need defending.

Who better to do that
than a ghost?

I wonder
who the guardian was before.

Well, if it was the last person
to be buried here...

...that would be
Malva Christie.

Well, Mrs. Bug
is in charge now.

Malva can go home to heaven.

Mr. Bug?

I trust you wouldna
turn an old man away

from his wife's funeral.

Of course not.

I'd have her taken to her rest

with the proper observances.

Will you sing, Mistress Fraser?

I, uh...

Yes, Arch.

"Death, be not proud...

"...Though some have called
thee mighty and dreadful,

"For thou art not so.

"Poor Death,

"one short sleep past,

"we wake eternally,

"and Death shall be no more.

Death, thou shalt die."

Mr. Bug?

It was by my hand

that this woman of great worth
has died.

I didna take her life by malice

or-or of a purpose.

And it is a sorrow to me.

I swear by my iron,
a life for a life.

Too easy, lad.

Will you give me your hound
to kill?

No.

It was my crime, not his.

Aye.

You see then?

He's naught
but a flea-ridden beast.

Not a wife.

When you've something
worth taking,

you'll see me again.

That I promise ye.

In the days that followed,

we tried to lay
our sorrows to rest.

Arch Bug did not return,

and so we looked towards
the future.

This place never ceases
to amaze.

Hmm.

So, uh, I was thinking, maybe...

you see that clearing there?

What, right over there?

Aye.

I was thinking
maybe that will be

where the new house will stand.

If you think it's suitable.

I didn't realize you'd
already thought of a spot.

Started thinkin' about it
last year.

Kent that if anythin'
should happen,

I'd be happier having considered

what might become of us.

It's good to plan ahead,
I suppose.

This is our home no matter what.

I sincerely hope

I'm not the one
that has to do it.

But should the question
ever arise,

would you like to be buried here

or taken back to Scotland?

I should be lucky
to be buried at all, Sassenach.

Much more likely
I'll be drowned, burnt,

or left to rot
on some battlefield.

Dinna fash.

If you have to dispose
of my carcass,

leave it out for the crows.

- I'll bear that in mind.
- Hmm.

You haven't asked
what I want done with my body.

No. And I never will.

No, I canna think
of you dead, Claire.

Anything else, but not that.

When do you think
we should start building?

Well, that's something

I've been meanin'
to speak with you about.

Keep thinkin'...

about Lallybroch.

You want to go back to Scotland?

Aye.

Something I must do.

I made a promise
to my sister long ago.

I swore I'd bring
Young Ian back to her.

This I mean to do.

Although the man
I bring back to her

is not the lad who left.

God alone knows what
they'll make of each other.

Ian and Lallybroch?

God has a most peculiar
sense of humor, but...

With the war,

if he is to go back,

it must be now.

I think that's a great idea.

That's settled then.

We'll leave
in a few months' time,

once our affairs are in order.

I'll speak with Ian
and write to Jenny.

There is another reason to go,
a...

another promise, ye might say.

What's that?

Made a promise to myself

I would never face my son

across the barrel of a gun.

God, guide me with thy wisdom.

God, chastise me
with thy justice.

God, help me with thy mercy.

God, protect me
with thy strength.

And, God, please...

Let me be enough.

Amen.

Did you manage
to get some sleep?

Aye. I did.

Finally.

I had another dream
of your time.

Mm-hmm? Was I in it?

No. 'Twas our lassie
and the bairns.

Tell me what happened.

I saw them walk up
to the front door of a house.

Your Roger Mac was wi' them.

And they knocked and...

a wee brown-haired woman
opened it.

She laughed with joy to see them

and brought them in.

They went down the hallway.

And Mandy was a wee bit older.

She was well.

Did any of them call
this woman by name?

Aye.

They did.

Roger Mac called her Fiona.

Were they happy?

Aye.

Oh, just at the last,

just before I woke,

wee Jem was messin' about,

pickin' things up and puttin'
them down as he does.

There was a thing
on-on the table.

Didna ken what it was.
I'd never seen the like.

It was about this wide
and just a bit longer.

Something like a box, maybe,
only humped.

- Humped?
- Aye.

It-it had a-a thing on top

like a-a wee club.

Only wi' a-a knob on each end.

And it was tied to the box
wi' a cord

curled up on itself
like a piglet's tail.

Uh, Jem reached out
to pick it up...

and said,
"I wanna speak to Grandda."

It's a telephone.

Telephone.

You can talk to other people
through it

across long distances.

I wish we could call them.

But...

...our letters will have to do
for now.

This is the last
of the gold I'm gonna melt.

We'll hide the rest.

Now...

...you willna forget
which bag to load from, aye?

Dinna fash, Uncle,

I promise not to use solid gold
when we're huntin'.

Thinkin' what you'll say
to your ma when you see her?

Aye.

Tryin' not to think too much.

Get a queer feeling in my wame
when I think of Lallybroch.

Why is that?

Brianna told me about this book
she read in school

that said once ye'd left home,
canna go back again.

I think maybe 'tis true.

I think you'll find your parents

much as you left them.

You may come
as a greater shock to them.

I'm not that much taller, am I?

Personally,
I prefer Robert Frost.

"Home is the place where
when you have to go there,

they have to take you in."

No wonder you're fond
of her, Uncle.

She must be
a rare comfort to you.

Yeah. She keeps takin' me in.

So...

I suppose you must be home.

No one on the Ridge
kens of this gold's existence.

We canna let them find out.

If there's even a rumor of it,

everyone here will be in danger.

How did you find this place?

Uh, Jem and I came upon it
when we were huntin' one day.

'Twas a secret between us.

We agreed to tell no one,
not even his parents.

What, nor me?

A wee lad and his grandda
need at least one secret.

So why do you call it
the Spaniard's Cave?

On account
of the current occupant.

Oh.

We found nothin'
wi' him save his armor.

And this.

"Nuestra Señora
de los Angeles."

- Certainly Spanish.
- Aye.

Was Jem scared?

No.

I was.

We had no lantern wi' us.

I almost stepped on this fellow.

Thought he was alive.

The shock of it was like
to stop my heart.

The wee lad had a good laugh.

Wonder how he came to be here.

Hmm. Murdered most likely.

There's a...

another wee cave over here.

Perfect place
for hiding treasure.

Ah.

You and Jem weren't worried

about being haunted by him?

No... we said the proper prayer

for the repose of his soul
when I sealed the cave.

You really do know
the proper prayer

for every occasion, don't you?

There's always a prayer,
a nighean,

even if it's only,

"A Dhia, cuidich mi."

Oh, God, help me.

"Dear Bree, we've decided

"to leave the Ridge
and go to Scotland.

"Your father would like
to keep his word to his sister

"and bring Ian home.

"He fears the forces of history

"may deprive him
of a later opportunity.

"But he trusts his Ardsmuir
men will take good care

"of the settlers till we return.

"We've asked the Beardsleys

"to look after the site
of the new house.

"And I am teaching Lizzie
how to treat ailments

"with herbs and medicines
in my absence.

- Yes.
- Chamomile.

"Your father has insinuated
that I've selfishly

"kept you all to myself,

"so I will reluctantly allow him

"the honor of closing
this letter.

Until the next time, my love."

"My dearest daughter,
it seems strange to ask you

"to pray for the safety
of a voyage

"which will have been
long completed

"by the time that you
learn of it,

"but I ask it nonetheless.

I think God takes
no account of time."

"I wish to tell you
of the disposition

"of some property

"that was once held in trust
by the Camerons

for an Italian gentlemen."

"It is unwise to carry
all of it with us...

"And therefore I've left it
in a place of safety.

"Jem knows the place.

"If you should at some time
have need of this property,

"tell him,
'The Spaniard guards it.'

He will know what it means."

"If you retrieve it,

"be sure to have it blessed
by a priest.

There is blood upon it."

So an Italian gentlemen
and the Camerons.

He must mean
my Aunt Jocasta, right?

And Charles Stuart maybe.

He was born and raised in Italy.

Ended up dyin' in Rome.

If he does mean
the Bonnie Prince,

then the property...

There are stories in Scotland.

My people talk about
the lost Jacobite gold.

Some say it was divvied up
between clans.

Others say that it was buried.

And if Hector Cameron took some

and took it to America,

I guess that would explain
how they managed

to build their plantation.

And Jem knows where it's hidden?

No, that's not exactly
what Da said.

Yeah, you're right.

Jamie would never burden anyone
with dangerous information,

let alone his grandson.

No, Jem likely doesn't know
anything about the gold,

just about this Spaniard,
whoever that might be.

He's never mentioned
anything like this to you?

Mm-mm. No.

We won't ask him, will we?

No.

But I... the-the letter says,
"If you should have need."

Right.

There's no need.

- I am a little curious, though.
- Aye. Me too.

This is the stuff of legend
in Scotland.

But no. Our family's safe.

This Spaniard, whoever he was,

can keep his Jacobite gold.

I mean, you know
it's supposed to be cursed.

Well, then he can keep
the curse too.

Wait, wait, wait.

I-I don't want to read them
all at once.

It's like once we've read them,

Mama and Da will be really gone.

We'll ration 'em out
when we get back to Boston.

We'll read each letter

when you feel the time is right.

Before we leave,

there's a place
I'd like you to see.

Have you, uh,
got a penny, a nighean?

Well, any sort of coin will do.

Uh...

Ah.

You must always give money
for a new blade

so it kens you for its owner.

- Its owner?
- And it willna turn on you.

Hmm. Thank you.

The last one I gave you
was lost in the fire.

You'll need one for the journey.

And you'll feel safer
if you have it by you.

It's beautiful.

Dai Jones has a-a wee smithy

down near
the fisherfolk village.

I had him forge
and hone the blade.

Fashioned the handle myself.

Fits my hand.

Oh, one more thing.

You must always blood a blade
so it kens its purpose.

Blood of my blood.

Roger, what are you doing?

Just havin' a wee look.

Oh, Jesus.

Are you okay?

I wish I could have
seen it in its heyday.

You would have loved it.

There we go.

Oh, he's doin' it.

Oh, boy.

This morning
he grabbed hold of my skirts

and pulled himself to standin'.

He's a braw wee lad.

Just like his parents.

Oh, I'm sure he'll be thrilled

to have a new playmate
in the next few months.

I'm sorry, mistress.

First Mr. and Mrs. MacKenzie,

and now you and Mr. Fraser.

That is too many goodbyes.

We will come back, Lizzie.

I, uh, dinna ken when exactly,

but we will.

Now, you all look after
each other.

Especially you.

Aye, mistress.

Lizzie and the bairns
will want for nothin'.

And we'll be sure
there's skins and meat enough

for anyone in the Ridge
who may find themself in need.

Thank you, Josiah.

We best get going, Sassenach.

Young Ian's waitin'
with the horses.

Bye, Lizzie.

Maybe if the bairn's a girl
I'll name her Claire

to keep me from missing
you too much.

Looking for someone?

Yeah.

You were hoping you'd see them.

I know it's silly.

Definitely not silly

to long for the company
of ghosts.

I'm really happy we're here

and that Mandy's healthy,

but I can't help missing them.

I want to see them too.

All right, well,
I could stay here all day,

but we should probably
relieve Fiona.

It's almost Mandy's
witching hour.

Ooh, definitely time to go.

Afternoon.

We were just, um...

Apologies. We'll be on our way.

Are you interested?

Excuse me?

Bloody wind.

Must have knocked it down.

Stop! Wait!

What is it, Sassenach?

There you are.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Adso.

Oh, you're all right.

There's lots of birds
and squirrels

here for you in the woods.

And Lizzie'll see you
right with milk...

...and a warm spot by the fire.

Go now.

Go home.

I'm sorry, Claire.

I'm not...

Don't worry, I'm...

- It's just a cat.
- Aye.

Aye, I know.

Now this will be a sign
to all who pass

that they're entering
Fraser's Ridge.

We will make it
back here one day, won't we?

I never thought I'd see
bonny Scotland again.

'Tis where we're bound.

So... aye.

We will.

Jamie...

...you will always be enough.