All language subtitles for Outlander.S04E08.WEB.H264-MEMENTO

- Previously...
- Give me the mater rings!

I have some news.
Claire found Jamie.

We'll pay
what we owe in taxes.

The corruption
of the governor's sheriffs

and tax collectors must end!

I love you.
Will you marry me?

I'm not ready for this.

Her mother
found a lost love.

You mean when she went back
in time to find Jamie Fraser?

I wasna sure if
I should show you.

An obituary?

"Of the deaths by fire

"of James MacKenzie Fraser...

and his wife."

Roger,
I found out something terrible

is going to happen
to my mother and Jamie.

If I didn't try
to go and help them,

I would never
have forgiven myself.

Please don't try to follow me,
Roger.

Pardon me, ladies.
I'm looking for this woman.

No.

All right.
Thank you.

No, sorry.
I don't.

Thank you.

My establishment offend you
in some way, sir?

No, no.

It's only that...

I'm looking for this lady.

She recently arrived
on the Philip Alonzo.

I-I've made inquiries,
but no one's seen her.

I haven't either.

Have you completed
your inventory?

Yes, sir. We'll need 12 more
composing sticks come Thursday.

All right.

Sir, have you seen this lady?

I'm sorry, I haven't.

Where's the bairn?

Go see for yerself.

Milady.
Milord.

I'm so glad
you could come for a visit.

Please...

- Is Ian not with you?
- Uh, he'll be along tomorrow.

He's gone to Brunswick
to fetch casks for our whisky.

The governor has invited us

to join him and his wife
at the theater.

Summoned us to join him.

You came all this way
for a play?

No, we came all this way
to see you.

- And Germain.
- Shall I put him down?

Mm.

The governor's eager
to introduce me

to one of his right-hand men,
Mr. Edmund Fanning.

A right-hand man
with both his hands

dipped in the treasury...
or so Murtagh would tell us.

Marsali, shall I help you
get the rest of lunch?

Yes.

So, how are you all coping...

you and Fergus with the baby?

Bein' a mother to a wee bairn...

my heart is so full o' love
it's fit to burst...

But...

Is something the matter?

No, 'tis only...

wi' Germain bein' so precious,

I look at him and I ken

I'd have a knife through my gut

before seein' him
hurt or in sorrow.

If anything should
ever happen to him...

That's the hardest
thing about being a parent...

I'm sure.

Though you know
you would die trying,

you can't protect them
from everyone and everything.

Ah, for Christ's sake.

- Excuse me.
- Yes, lass?

Do you know
where I might be able

to buy passage to Cross Creek?

I'd like to leave tomorrow.

The Sally Ann is in port.

It makes the journey
every week or so.

You can ask Captain Freeman.

Thank you.

Brianna?

It's you.

Oh, thank God.

Thank God I found you.

Hi.

Oh, my God.
What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

At no small risk to life
and limb, I might add.

You weren't supposed
to come here.

That wasn't the plan.

What, and you call tearing off
into bloody nowhere a plan?

No, I would've told you.
I just...

I didn't know where we stood
after the last time we talked.

What do you mean,
you didn't know where we stood?

You didn't know
how I felt about you?

Let's go outside.

Roger, wait.

How did you even know
where I was?

I spoke to Gayle.

She told me you were going
to visit your mum.

So I went to find you
in Inverness...

- You read my letter.
- Of course I read your letter.

And that's all I got?
A letter?

- You could have called me.
- I wanted to call you,

but I didn't know how
to tell you that I love you,

and I thought that if
I told you I was coming here,

you'd try to stop me.

Did you just say you love me?

Come with me.

Close the door.

Mm... wait.
Stop.

- What?
- Stop.

Are you sure?

Do you not know
how badly I want you?

But...

we're not engaged.

That seemed to be
very important to you.

At the festival, you said...

I said...

I said I would have
all of you or none at all.

Have you changed your mind?

No.

Well, then...

You have all of me.

You'll marry me?

How could I say no to a man
who pursued me for 200 years?

Oh...

I don't have a ring.

I still have the bracelet
you gave me.

It's the gemstone you used
to come through the stones.

I have an idea.

D'ye know what handfasting is?

It's, um...

it's sort of
a temporary marriage.

In the Highlands,
where, uh...

where folk are a long way
from the nearest minister,

a man and a woman in this time

can be promised to one another
for a year and a day.

- At the end of that time...
- Let's do it.

Really?

Yes.

Very pleased you could join us,
Mister and Mistress Fraser.

This play is said to be
quite exceptional.

Indeed, it was written
by a native son of Wilmington.

Ah, Fanning!

Come, come.
Come.

I must introduce you
to a friend.

Mr. Fanning, may I present

Mr. James Fraser
of Fraser's Ridge.

Mr. Edmund Fanning,
my dear friend and colleague.

A pleasure, sir.
My wife, Claire Fraser.

Mr. Fanning sits on the Assembly and
is my public register of deeds.

He's also, I might add, leader
of the Orange County militia

and judge of the superior court
in Salisbury, in your county.

A man with many strings
to his bow.

His Excellency speaks highly
of you as well, Mr. Fraser,

especially in the light
of our current grievances

in the western counties.

The Regulators?

Do not dignify those insurgents
with that name.

I would be ashamed to declare
anyone save the Lord above

a "regulator" of all things.

Are you in pain, Mr. Fanning?

Oh, I am afraid I injured
myself standing against the mob

which assembled
in Hillsborough last May.

Quite literally standing,
mind you.

I am an object of jest.

In an attempt to appease
the insurgents,

I carried rum to the river
where they were encamped,

meaning to persuade them
against their lawlessness.

A noble deed...

one which preserved the lives
of many, I'm sure.

As I turned to leave,
my boot stayed in the mud,

and I must have wounded myself.

I've a strange protrusion.

The least movement now sends
me into paroxysms of pain.

My physician assures me
it will go away in time.

Not if it is
what I think it might be.

If I were to examine it,
I could know for sure.

My wife is a healer,
Mr. Fanning.

Ah.

Well, let us defer

to Mr. Fanning's physician,
shall we?

Well, if the pain gets worse,

you may need to see a surgeon.

Mr. Fraser, uh, allow me

to introduce you
to some of my acquaintances.

My wife will present
Mistress Fraser to the wives.

Please.

Ah...

the society of the wives.

Indeed.

But fear not... I will help you
navigate these waters.

Ah, there.

You've heard of the face
that launched a thousand ships.

Well, here's a lady who could
fill as many with tobacco

if she so chose.

Wit and wealth aplenty.

Her husband seems to
have captured the attention

of the crowd as well.

That's Colonel Washington.

I'm sorry, who?

Colonel George Washington.

He's a former soldier
with the Virginia Regiment.

Well, I should love
to meet them both.

Mister and Mistress Fraser

recently settled
their own estate...

10,000 acres
in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

The parcel that Mr. Washington
surveyed for me last year.

Yes, I remember.

A magnificent stretch
of wilderness.

Aye, good land...

so generously granted to us
by His Excellency.

Hitherto
unprecedented generosity.

10,000 acres...

the governor must be
quite fond of you.

Of course I'm fond of him.

Mr. Fraser is a loyal man...
a former soldier, you know.

Oh?

Were you with us
against the French?

No...

but I've heard tales
of your husband's exploits

in those wars.

I fought at Culloden in '46.

I do not recall that battle.

I spent my youth in Virginia.

Chopping down cherry trees...

Is what a-a young boy would do.

Figure of speech.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the play will soon begin.

- Ah.
- Let us be seated.

George Washington...

he will be perhaps the most
famous American to ever live.

What does he do
to gain such notoriety?

Well, he's the man who wins
the war against the British,

and he'll be the first leader
of this country.

But he won't be a king.

He'll be called a "president,"

elected by the people.

Oh, if Brianna were here,

she'd have a hundred questions
to ask him.

Uh, yeah...

I think
we're supposed to kneel.

I, Roger Jeremiah...

Do take thee, Brianna Ellen,

to be my lawful wedded wife.

With my goods I thee endow,

with my body I thee worship,

in sickness and in health,

in richness and in poverty,

so long as we both shall live,

I plight thee my troth.

I, Brianna Ellen,

take thee, Roger Jeremiah,

to be my lawful wedded husband.

With my... goods I thee endow,

not that there's much of that.

With my body I thee worship,

in sickness and in health,

in richness and in poverty,

so long as we both shall live.

- The plight.
- Right.

I plight thee my troth.

By the power vested in...

this unusual
Scottish tradition, I...

I now pronounce us...

Man and wife.

Has my mistress returned?

No, still off with that man.

The man of wanton morals?

The Regulators
mean to deprive me of my home.

They refuse to see
their taxes apportioned

for the construction
of my palace.

Well, let's hope my men
put on a good show tonight.

I'm sorry?

"All the world's a stage,

"and all the men and women
merely players.

They have their exits
and their entrances."

Shakespeare, you know.
Never goes out of fashion.

Aye, but it's not Shakespeare

we're seeing tonight,
Your Excellency.

Indeed not,
but we are at a theater

of His Majesty the King
in all its glory,

made possible through taxes,

not something those insurgents
would ever comprehend.

A night to remember.

But what has this to do
with yer men?

The insurgents...

I have a spy in their camp.

They mean to rob a carriage
carrying tax monies

to the treasury at New Bern...

tonight,
as it leaves Wilmington.

They're here, gentlemen,

encamped upon the road
to New Bern.

My redcoats
are going to arrest them.

Do ye, uh,
ken who these men are?

Oh, yes,

and they have
a leader among them,

Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

Hmm.

If ye'd like,

I could ride out
and join yer men.

Oh, I appreciate your offer,
but I have it in hand.

Enjoy the performance.
Aye.

He comes...

Your skin is so soft.

You're the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen.

I've wanted this for so long.

If I take you now,
it's for always.

Yes...

Yes, please.

Feel my heart.

Tell me if it stops.

- What?
- Just...

I want to make this last.

I've been wondering
for a while...

what color your hair is
down here.

- It's...
- Shh, shh.

I'm gonna find out
for myself.

- And what's that name...
- What splendid robes.

Thank you, sir.

Ambient air,
and weary gracious heaven

with ceaseless bellows?

Your ceaseless bellowings.

Vardanes sounds
with equal harmony,

and suits as well
the loud repeated shouts

of noisy joy.

Can he bid Chaos
Nature's rule dissolve?

I know what's going to happen.

Can he deprive mankind

of light and day,

and turn the seasons
from their destined course?

- Such poetry.
- What poetry?

Say, can he do all this
and be a god?

Patience, lads.

Can I ask you something?

Anything.

Was it all right?
Did I do it right?

Oh, God...

- It was all right, then?
- Christ, yes.

What could possibly
make you think otherwise?

Well, you didn't say anything.

You just lay there like someone
had hit you over the head.

I thought maybe
you were disappointed.

No.
No.

God, no.

Behaving as though you've had
your spinal column removed

is... a fair indication
of male satisfaction.

Can I ask you something?

Of course...

husband.

Did it hurt?
The first time?

Yes...

but I liked it.

Hm.

Oh, when I thought
of our wedding night,

I always pictured...

clean sheets, champagne,

a bed.

I have those things.

Not this.

I don't think
I've ever been so happy.

Bree...

What dares he,
Vardanes dares not?

Blush not, noble prince.

Have pity.

I'd loud proclaim
the merit of Vardanes.

Brother, my soul endures him not,

and he's the bane
of all my hopes of greatness.

Artless verse.

No rhyme intended.

Like the sun,
he rules the day,

and like the night's
pale queen...

My fainter beams are lost

when he appears.

And this because
he came into the world

a moon or two before me.

What's the difference?

Christ, forgive me.

This man needs a surgeon!

Colonel, please help me.

Apologies,
ladies and gentlemen.

Uh, players, I'm sorry.
This... this man is in distress.

This man is dying!
Is there a surgeon present?

- Here.
- Well, my wife is a surgeon, Your Excellency.

You said she was a healer. I mean, herbs
and potions are one thing, but this...

Bring him into the lobby.
Lay him flat on his back.

- Now, please.
- Yes, mistress.

- Now! Now!
- I'm sorry.

What on Earth is going on?

I havena killed the man,
have I?

No, if he's suffering
from what I think he is,

you may have just saved his
life by forcing me to operate.

Governor Tryon
is gonna arrest

a gang of Regulators tonight,
here in Wilmington.

- Murtagh's among them.
- Arrest them for what?

Robbery... a hanging offense.

I must go warn Murtagh,
but Tryon canna ken I've gone.

Will ye keep him occupied?

I'll buy you as much time
as I can,

but be careful.

Inguinal hernia.

His intestines have moved and
the blood flow may be cut off.

I need to operate immediately.

You, go behind the stage and
find me a needle and thread.

And you, sir, go next door and
fetch me a small, sharp knife,

some liquor, and some linens...
lots of linens.

Frohock, for God's sake,
find us a surgeon.

I am a surgeon,
Your Excellency,

and it cannot wait.

Now, if you would be so kind
as to assist me...

Should we not undertake this
somewhere more private?

We'll have him
carried to the inn.

If I don't act quickly,
this man will die.

Mr. Fanning, I need you
to take a long drink

and hope that
it knocks you unconscious.

How is the patient?

Uh, my wife will
do her best to help him.

- She's very skilled.
- Excellent news.

- Ye're leaving?
- We are indeed.

What a lugubrious performance.

You are leaving as well?

Well, I must...
fetch my wife's surgical tools

from our residence.

May we offer you transport?

Aye.

Here you are, mistress.
I brought you this as well.

Thank you.
Put them down.

No, we don't need more rum.
It's already taken effect.

- He looks so pale.
- He's at death's door.

Where is the needle and thread?

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm cleaning the area

where I'm going to make
an incision.

I need four men
to hold down his arms and legs

and keep him still
while I work.

The rum can only do so much.

He's likely to come in and out
of consciousness with pain.

I can't do this
without your help.

Please.

You're his colleague,
Your Excellency.

If he wakes,
it would do him good

to see a friendly face
to keep him calm.

You have a kerchief?

Um, yes.

Well, if he wakes,
let him bite down on it.

Whoa there, now.

I, uh, I'll borrow a horse
onwards from here.

Thank ye for aiding
a fellow soldier.

Is there a war
I'm not aware of?

Aye.
Aye, there is, sir.

Hold him steady.

Oh, my.

There.

You must keep calm,
Mr. Fanning.

Governor Tryon, talk to him.
Distract him from the pain.

Now, if you lie still, Fanning,

when all this is over,

I'll dip my hands
into the treasury

and have a house built for you

with the finest brick exterior

you've ever
laid your eyes upon.

Impenetrable as a fortress,

- safe from those insurgent mobs.
- All right.

Hold him.

Well done, Governor.

I must admit that was
all rather exciting.

He, uh,

he won't remember
what I said, will he?

Make way.
Let me through.

What hath hell wrought?

I've just begun
to close the opening.

You've butchered him, madam.

All he needed was tobacco smoke
up through the rear.

No need of you.

The lady has it in hand.

Stop!
Will you stop?

Let's take our money back.

Finished, madam?

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'll see him home.

Believe you may have
saved his life.

I see now why
your husband claims

he cannot live without you
in the wilderness.

You certainly
left that to the last moment.

He didna seem to notice.

I think he's going to be
all right.

Did you manage to reach Murtagh
in time?

I hope so.

Good evening.

Oh, it's cold out.

- What the...
- It's me, Fergus.

The governor
knows of your plan

and intends
to have you arrested.

Fergus?

Is that you?

Milord sent me to warn you...

do not rob the coach.

May I help you?

Apologies, sir.

We've had a bottle or two
this evening.

I thought you might tell us if
this is the road to Wilmington.

Aye, it is.

You must be on your way.

It's not wise to linger
on these roads at night.

Ah, we'll...
we'll be doing just that.

Be well, sir. Thanks.

Appreciate it.
Come on, come on.

Up here.

Have a good night.

We've been found out.

Come on.
Clear out.

You have a spy in your camp.

I suppose I must.

My godson couldn't
be troubled to come here

and tell me himself, eh?

He is at the theater.

The theater?

Just as well.

There's no other man
I'd rather see.

We should start
looking for gems

to get back through the stones
after we help your parents.

Yeah.

It's just so frustrating
not knowing

the exact date of the fire.

I know I have time.
I just don't know how much.

I could kill that printer.

When I met him, I was tempted
to tell him off, but...

Who?

The printer
who smudged the date.

How did you know?

Hmm?

I just told you
about the obituary today.

How could you have known
about the smudged date

or who the printer was?

Unless y...

Unless you already knew.

Don't be angry,

but I did know.

I found the same obituary.

After I left?

No.
Before.

- And you didn't tell me?
- I almost did.

But...

You were so happy when I told you
that your parents found each other.

I couldn't bear
making you sad again.

You found out my mother died,

and you didn't think
that I should know that?

At first, I did.

I wanted to tell ye.

Brianna...

there was no point
breaking your heart.

Even Fiona agreed...

Fiona?

You talked to Fiona
about this?

About my mother
and time travel?

That's how
I found the obituary.

Fiona had it,
or her granny did.

She was a caller for
the dancers at Craigh na Dun.

Fiona already knew
about time travel,

and she agreed that
if I told you about the fire,

it would do more harm
than good.

Oh, she did, did she?

She's the one you consulted
about this and not me?

And then
the two of you decided

that I shouldn't know
that my own mother was dead?

She was already dead.

You knew she was dead.
She's been dead for 200 years.

What could you do?

This.

Roger, I could do this.

But you didn't want me to.

Brianna,
we have this gift,

but we cannot be the arbiters
of who lives and who dies,

or we'd save
all our loved ones.

That was my decision to make.

I would never have done that
to you, Roger.

How dare you
take that choice away from me?

I didn't want to
break your heart!

No, you wanted me
to be happy so I'd marry you.

Yes!
Yes.

Pardon me for wanting you
to be my wife,

which, by the way, you are now,

so maybe it's time
you listened to me.

What?

I'm your wife, so now
I have to do what you say?

Is that how it's gonna be?

You make all
of my decisions for me

so I don't have to worry
my pretty little head?

You're twisting my words.

I nearly died coming after you!

Well, I didn't ask you to come.

Oh, that's right.
You just left.

You left without
saying a word...

just a note I was supposed
to receive a year later,

after ye'd died or got stuck.

- Maybe I should just go back.
- Maybe you should.

Is that what you want?

For me to leave
and return through the stones?

Turns out Lizzie and I
do pretty well on our own.

Brianna,

you told me about
your last words to your father

and how you've never forgiven
yourself for leaving him like that...

Don't you dare
bring my father into this.

It's the same thing.
Can't you see that?

Right when it matters,
you're pushing me away.

Screw you!
I was just a kid.

Well, you know what?
You still are.

You're acting like a child.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Fine.

If you really believe that,
then you should go.

Look me in the eye and tell me,

because if that's
what you really want...

I will go.

No one's stopping you.

The insurgents must have
received word of my plan.

- Someone alerted them?
- Obviously.

I told both of you about it,
as well as Fanning

and Colonel Washington, but...

you were all in my company.

No.
I saw him leave the play.

Who?

Colonel Washington,
Your Excellency.

I saw him and his wife
putting on their coats

as I ran to fetch the surgeon.

- The two of them?
- Yes.

The two of them together.

Never trust a Virginian.

Washington's day will come.

Losing your courage, man?

I may have lost 20 shillings,
but I still have my soul.

A soul is as rare
as hen's teeth around here.

How about something
with a little more

earthly value, then?

You'll need a lot of luck
to pull this one off, Bonnet.

Yes, I will.

Blow on it, will ye, darlin'?

Perhaps ye'll change my luck.

Where did you get this?

Why do you ask?

It looks like one
my mother had.

Does it now?

Is she alive?

It's bad luck to wear
the jewelry of the dead.

I cannot say I've noticed
that effect myself,

but I can assure you, your mother was
both alive and well when I left her.

Where is she?

Afraid I don't know.

My time with the lady
was some while ago,

though pleasant.

But if you'd like to
return it to her...

perhaps an agreement
could be reached.

Fold.

- You'll sell it to me?
- Come now.

I never haggle in public.

This lot will learn my tricks.

How much money
do you want for it?

I've enough money.

Well, perhaps
you could earn it.

I think you've mistaken me.
I...

Oh, no,
I think you've mistaken me.

No!
Please, just let me go.

Please...

- You want to play games, do you?
- No! No!

Somebody!

Somebody, please!

- Two pairs.
- Fold.

Get off of me!

Queen high.

Somebody help me!

Please, somebody help me!

Pair.

I've had livelier rides.

You know...

I thought ye might've
been a virgin...

But that wasn't
your first time, was it?

Forgot something, didn't you?

I pay for my pleasures.

I'm an honest man
for a pirate.

If you find your mother,

give her my regards.