All language subtitles for Outlander S04E10

- Previously...
- You weren't supposed to come here.

- Roger, wait.
- You could have called me.

- I wanted to call you.
- Come with me.

- I love you.
- You have all of me.

How much money do you want for it?

No! No!

Mistress, ye're bleeding.

You're Jamie Fraser. My name is Brianna.

I'm your daughter.

Bree.

But I wondered if I may have
one or two of those gems.

The smaller ones, perhaps.

- How far along are you?
- About two months.

Why the hell didn't I fight him?

I'm so sorry this happened to you.

It's him.

She saw a man that put
a fright into her.

Are ye sure this is the
same man who attacked her?

I'm sure of it.

Could you tell me if
Fraser's Ridge is near...

What d'ye want me to do wi' him?

Get him out of my sight.

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What happened?

Oh.

Wee accident near the still.

Yer mother told me what happened.

Did ye ken the man?

No.

Need to check on the snares.

Will ye walk with me?

Do you hate me, Da?

Hate ye?

An unwed pregnant daughter
can't be what you hoped for.

Why would I think less of ye
for something ye didna do,

but was done to ye?

Dinna fash.

I'll see ye marrit.

I don't want to be married.

With a bairn coming, ye must.

I can't.

I love someone else. Back in my time.

Yeah.

The historian, huh?

Yeah, not that he'll want me now,

after what's happened.

If he's an honorable,
decent man, he'll want ye.

If he doesn't, he doesn't deserve ye.

And I will travel through
time myself to tell him.

I feel so stupid.

I could've avoided it.

I followed him into a
dark room by myself.

It's not your fault, Brianna.

Never think that.

- You weren't there.
- I didna have to be.

- I was scared.
- Wi' good reason.

But I could've been
brave. I could've fought.

Brianna...

I hate myself for what happened.

You couldna have stopped him.

I could've tried harder!

Ye're right.

Ye're right. Ye could have.

Unless, of course, ye wanted it.

What?

I'm thinkin'...

I'm thinkin' are ye mebbe...

playin' wi' the truth a bit, lass?

Mebbe it wasn't rape at all.

Mebbe ye took a dislike to the lad

and made up the story after.

You think I'm lying?

Ye wouldn't be the first
lass to make a mistake

and try to hide it.

Mebbe...

Mebbe you enjoyed it.

Huh?

Is that all ye've got for me lass, huh?

Get off of me.

I could break your neck.

I could end your life here and now.

Could ye stop me?

Answer me.

- Answer me!
- No!

- No.
- No.

No, and you couldna have
stopped him either.

Bree...

would ye think yourself a coward

because ye couldna fight off
a wolf with yer bare hands?

It took courage not to fight.

If ye did, he woulda killed ye.

Did you fight back against Jack Randall?

Mama told me about him,

about what happened at Wentworth.

Did you fight him?

I gave him my word not to fight.

For yer mother's life,

I would do the same again.

Did you kill him finally?

Why are ye asking, lass?

I've been wondering if it would help

if I killed the man who did this to me.

And ye'll have killed a man before?

Think I can't, don't you?

And what will ye get back?

Mama told me you tried
to kill Jack Randall

in Paris in a duel.

What did you try to get back?

My honor.

You don't think my honor is
worth trying to get back?

I think ye would get yerself killed

if ye tried to do something
foolish like that.

At least I'd take him with me.

I did kill Randall,

finally,

at Culloden.

I awoke on the moor wi'
his corpse on top of me.

Did it help?

Vengeance didna seem so important then.

There were hundreds dead upon the moor

and I thought I'd be one of them.

But he was.

So...

I left him to God.

I keep thinking,

if he was dead, maybe I could forget.

Ye wilna forget,

but time will let you heal.

Hey, stop!

Hey, stop! Stop!

Stop!

- Are ye all right, man?
- No...

Come on, we need to
get you on your feet.

No more. No more.

- Come on.
- No more.

He needs water.

But he's hurt...

You do not speak.

No, get up.

Come on, get up. Get up, come on.

Don't do this. Get up.

Come on, get up!

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What are you doing?

Keeping track of every passing day.

A week since I was sold
to these bastards.

It's Tuesday, if you were wondering.

You want to know what day it is?

To what purpose?

I want to know how long
it takes to arrive

wherever we're going.

I estimate that though
we're walking slowly,

we are walking all day, so perhaps...

ten miles each day.

And we're going almost due north.

I've been observing landmarks too

so I can find them later on my return.

You think you'll survive?

I have to.

I can't die like this.

Not here, not now.

I'm going to escape.

I'm going to get back to my wife.

What?

You're gonna need a longer string...

Bree, it wouldn't be easy.

It would be dangerous,
and it would hurt.

I don't have anything for the pain,

only whisky.

But if you want me to,

I could do it.

It would have to be surgical.

I don't have the right herbs, and...

well, not only are they unreliable,

but they're risky.

At least, with surgery,

well, it's more certain.

It would have to be soon...

While the fetus is still small.

I know this is an impossible decision...

But I want you to know,

it is an option.

What would you do?

I mean, did you ever consider it?

What? No.

What, with you?

No, I never.

Bree,

it was a different situation.

I wanted you.

I loved your father, and he wanted you.

Darling, what is it?

The withdrawal method isn't foolproof.

It is possible that the baby
could be Roger's, right?

Yes.

It's possible.

Bree, if you want to keep this baby

and go back to your life,

to Roger...

Then you would have to go now.

Now? Why?

Well, you can go through pregnant.

We know this because I
went through with you.

To go through with a
baby in your arms...

I don't know what would happen.

It might not make it.

It might stay while you go...

Or go somewhere else.

So in other words...

no matter what I choose,

I have to choose now.

Oh, Bree...

Here, cousin. Let me help ye with that.

- Are you sure?
- Aye, 'tis nae bother.

I'll take it over the way for you.

Thank you.

Come, Rollo.

He's smitten wi' ye, lass.

He's my cousin.

Can ye no be smitten with
cousins in yer time?

It's, uh, not encouraged.

Ah.

He's sweet, though. It's
nice to have a cousin.

I never did before.

She seems at peace here, doesn't she?

Aye.

She'd grow roots there if she could...

In her wee garden.

My father used to say the same thing.

He used to joke that she
would leave us someday

and go and live alone in the woods.

I guess she kind of did...

only she's not alone.

Ye must think it's my fault she left ye.

After all that happened to you,
coming here to find her...

No, I'm glad she did.

And I came here to find you too.

Here.

Hamburgers.

Messy cheeseburgers,

with all the fixings from Carmi's.

Mm.

Ah, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

Oh...

Aspirin.

Seriously? Aspirin?

- Leave it to the doctor.
- Oh.

You tell me that the next
time you have a headache.

- Led Zeppelin.
- Led Zeppelin?

Mm-hmm. It's a band.

- You wouldn't like 'em.
- Hmm. Maybe I would.

I doubt it.

Oh, music.

To be able to listen to
it anytime you want,

just to be able to put a record on...

Some good jazz.

Toilets.

That flush.

It's good to have you here, Bree.

Roger?

Oh, my God.

I knew you'd come back for me.

Of course I did.

What's wrong?

I'm pregnant,

and I don't know if it's yours.

I hope it is.

I've always wanted to be a father.

Perhaps it'll have my eyes.

No, no, no.

No! No!

- Get off of me! No!
- That's it, darling.

That's the lively ride
I was looking for.

No! Lizzie, help me!

Lizzie! Lizzie! Help me!

Miss... Mistress.

Shh.

It's another nightmare is all.

It was him, wasn't it?

The man who...

Here.

Drink.

You know, then?

He canna hurt ye now, Mistress.

I know.

- But still...
- No.

He wilna.

I can promise that.

How?

I ken it, is all, Mistress.

You know something.

Something you're not telling me.

I swore I wouldn't,

but ye need to ken, Mistress,

if only to rid you of these nightmares.

He was here.

What are you talking about?

I s-saw him on the road,

and I told yer da.

I told him who it was

and what he'd done,

and yer da beat him.

Nearly beat him to death, he did.

And he had Ian send him away.

So ye see?

He canna hurt ye again.

He was here?

Wait, how do you know
what he looked like?

I saw him with my own eyes.

When?

Did I not see him come
after ye and grab you

outside of the tavern?

Lizzie,

who is it you think did this to me?

The mash will be ready for
distilling within the month.

Aye, good.

The... the next batch is
almost ready for a taste.

Oh, and, uh,

Tom Burley's already
requested two casks.

Where is Roger?

Lizzie told me Roger was
here, and Jamie beat him.

I thought Roger went back.

Yeah, I thought so too,
but he didn't, did he?

What did you do to him?

Your hand...

It's true, isn't it?

I think I'll, uh, wait outside.

- Come, lad.
- Aye.

No, he stays.

He was involved in this too.

Weren't you, cousin?

Jamie, what have you done?

Aye, I gave a man a beating.

But if it was yer historian,
then I didna ken it.

And you said he'd already left here.

Even so,

if he did ravish ye as Lizzie said...

Ugh, Lizzie was wrong. He didn't.

- What, he didna bed ye?
- No!

Well, yes, he did, but...

I wanted him to.

We were handfast, and then
we got in this huge fight,

- and he left, and that was...
- You bedded him from lust?

Ye said he'd raped ye of yer
virtue. I nearly killed the man.

To think I was defending your honor,

and now I come to find ye
claim yourself violated

upon findin' yerself wi' child...

I was violated, you
self-righteous bastard...

By someone else!

You beat up the wrong man.

Is it true?

- I'm sorry, lass, I...
- Go to hell.

I'll make it right.

You have my word as your father.

My father would never have said
the things you said to me.

He was a good man.

You're nothing but a savage.

Bree...

Then who was it?

Who attacked you, cousin?

If it wasna Roger, then who?

It was him.

Bonnet?

Yes.

Now where the hell is Roger?

Wi' the Mohawk.

I sold him to the Mohawk.

You sold him?

Bree!

I thought he'd violated you, cousin!

Yeah, I understand. Thanks.

I'm so sorry, Mistress.

You should be.

No! No.

You do not get to be more angry than me.

Now, how do we get Roger back?

Where do the Mohawk live?

They were... they were
only passing through,

trading with the Cherokee.

So we go after him.

Bree...

The Mohawk live in upstate New York.

That's at least 700 miles from here.

Today we ride faster than yesterday.

Will they kill him?

I don't think so.

The Cherokee say the Mohawks
are fierce but honorable,

and the ones I met seemed so.

They won't kill him if
he's of use to them.

It's said that they adopt folk

into their tribe...

In order to replace those as
are killed or die of sickness.

When I gave him to them,

they gave me this, and...

So that was your price?

Aye,

it was, I suppose.

But now, this will help
us find their village.

Aye.

Aye, your cousin and I will find him.

We'll trade all we have...
Whisky, cloth, coin...

You think I'm letting the two
of you go and find him alone?

You're insane. You've
done enough damage.

We're all going.

They're more than a week ahead of us.

If they dinna stop,

we'll be lagging behind for months.

So we'll go faster.

Not wi' a lass wi' child among us.

If we must go all the way to New York,

there and back it is four
months' time or more.

Brianna?

You haven't even decided yet about...

I have.

I'm keeping it.

Are you sure?

It could be Roger's, right?

It could be.

If there's even the slightest
chance it's his, then...

I'm gonna keep it.

And not just for him, but...

for me too.

And if it's not his, then
I'll love it anyway.

I know I will.

I will help you through everything.

You're not gonna be here to help me.

- Of course I'll be here.
- No.

He's right. I'll only slow them down.

- But you won't.
- No.

After everything those two have done,

can you look me in the eye and tell me

you trust their judgment?

You have to go.

The last time Roger saw them,

they beat him and sold
him to the Mohawk.

He won't see them as
rescuers. He'll run.

He needs to see the face of someone

he knows and trusts, and
if it can't be me...

No. Absolutely not.

Mama, he's gonna need a doctor.

I am not leaving you alone here,

not in a million years.

I'll have Lizzie. I'll be fine.

I am not leaving you
and Lizzie here alone.

Well, then...

Think of something else.

Aunt Jocasta.

It's the safest place.

But River Run's in the wrong direction.

We'd never catch up with the Mohawk.

I'll take her.

I remember Jocasta from Leoch.

It's been an age, but I remember.

Aye.

Aye, I'll write her a letter
explaining everything.

Lizzie can go wi' ye.

I'll ask Tom Burley to
look out for the...

The crops and the animals.

Good. It's settled, then.

- Brianna...
- Mama, you're going.

All of you are.

And you're going to
bring him back to me.

Ye told me he'd gone back.

How was I to know?

Ye knew it was Stephen Bonnet
yet said naught to me.

- You told me you hit a tree.
- No.

You said that. I-I just
let you believe it.

I didna want ye thinkin'...

Claire!

I must ask one more favor of ye.

When ye've delivered my
daughter to River Run,

head to Wilmington.

Find Stephen Bonnet.

- The man who...
- Aye.

Bring him to me in secret.

I'm gonna kill him.

Let me guess...

My carriage awaits.

Bree,

I might not be back
before the baby's born.

I know.

There will be midwives at River Run.

And Jocasta will make sure that
you're well taken care of.

Oh, here, I, uh...

I made this. I thought... I don't know.

I thought maybe it would
help you find him.

It will.

It's a good likeness.

Brianna, have you thought about...

wh-what do you want me to say to Roger?

Tell him everything.

I thought he left me, Mama.

But he didn't. He came back for me.

Yes, he did.

But this baby might not be his,

and he deserves to know that.

Auntie Claire, we're ready.

And we're ready as well.

You have to bring him back to me.

Cousin?

For my part in this calamity,
I want ye to know,

if we dinna find him...

It would be my honor

to take yer hand in the holy
sacrament of marriage...

Get off yer knee, ye idjit.

I will find him, lass.

I wilna rest until I do.

Ye have my word.

I'll hold you to that vow.

You take good care of
my daughter, Lizzie.

Aye, Mistress. I will.

I'm so sorry, Mama.

For what?

For making you leave me.

Oh, Bree.

Walk on.

May I help you, sir?

Here to see Mistress Cameron.

Mm.

May I inquire as to who
is asking for her?

Ah.

Will you follow me?

What is it, Ulysses?

A letter, Mistress, from your nephew,

written in his own hand.

Well, read it, please.

Mistress.

It says, "This letter
is carried to you

"by my godfather,

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser."

Murtagh?

- Is it you?
- 'Tis.

Blessed Bride. Come closer.

Oh.

Oh, aye.

I'd know those hands anywhere.

They told ye, no doubt,

that my eyes have long failed me?

Mm, aye.

You must have taken
careful note of my hands

to recall them after
30 years have passed.

How could I not?

Ye could hardly keep them from my sister

every day of her young life.

Every time I looked at her,

there ye were wi' a hand
held out to help her,

or wi' flowers in them for her.

Little good it did me in the end.

You gained a godson, as I recall.

That I did.

Who else is here?

Brianna,

Jamie and Claire's daughter from Boston.

Daughter?

It's a long story.

And what else does this
letter convey, Ulysses?

It says that I am with
child and unmarried.

It asks that you look after me,

despite the mark it might
bring to your good name,

while my mother and Jamie
search for the man

to whom I have been handfast,

who may or may not be dead...

more or less.

That is about the
extent of it, Mistress.

Oh, my sweet girl.

Come here close to me.

Of course you may stay with us.

My dear, sweet girl.

Oh, my God.

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