All language subtitles for Outlander.S07E08.1080p.WEB-DL.RGzsRutracker_track6_[eng]

- Mrs. Bug?
- I dinna ken it was you.

When you've
something worth taking,

you'll see me again.

My brother wished to lend
his support to the army.

I suppose I'll be seein'
more of ye.

I suppose so.

I was gonna take Bobby
to the pictures tomorrow night.

I don't know if Jemmy
would like to join us?

Jemmy is gone!

That bad man took him.

Simon Fraser's one
of Burgoyne's brigadiers.

Simon Fraser?

A second cousin.

I canna fault you your courage.

You'll be needing it
if ye're to stay and fight,

if that's what
you really want.

Get up.

You're a different man now.

Come back to me.

And if you don't,
I'll come looking for you.

I got his hat, Mum.
I'm keepin' it.

He's still alive, Mum.

Cut his throat, the treasoner.

Or I will choke him to death,
I swear.

You can have your pick
of the others.

My pick?
Do you think I'm a--

I've got mouths to feed.
I'm takin' this one.

"This one" is my husband.

Hold her off, Mum.

- I'll take care of him.
- Don't!

I will kill you.

Just fucking try me!

That tickles, Sassenach.

Lie still.

There's blood on your shirt.
I'm checking for wounds.

I think it's from your hand.

Think yer right.

What took ye so long?

Been looking for you all night,
if you must know.

What happened anyway?

Why are you asking me?
How should I know?

You went
and got yourself butchered

like a sodding hog.

Trying to be a hero again
is what it looks like.

No, what happened
in the battle, I mean.

I ken
what happened to me, roughly.

Why did you enter the fray?

You're a rifleman.

You're supposed to be fighting
from a distance,

not hand-to-hand bloody--

Oh, you vainglorious,
pigheaded, grandstanding Scot.

"Grandstanding"?

Yes.
You could have been killed.

Thought I was,

when the dragoon came down
on me wi' his sword.

I scairt his horse,

and it reared up,
got me in the head and...

Stop trying to change
the subject.

Is not the subject
I'm not killed?

The subject
is your stupid hero complex.

You think I have
nothing better to do

than to trot around after you,
sticking pieces back on?

Here.

We were supposed to be
in Scotland.

I'm sorry.

I know you couldn't say no,
but you scared me, Jamie.

For now, mo nighean donn,

I thank you for my life.

Ah, ye've the tongue
of a venomous shrew, Sassenach.

Ye're a bonnie wee swordsman.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

Ian?

Came back unharmed.

At least he came back.

You must have caught
it near the hilt.

Otherwise it would have split
your hand in two.

Shame I didn't have a targe.

This'll have to do for now.

You won't die. I promise.

But I do have other patients
that might.

Who won?

British are claiming
they did.

But only because
they held the field

and we retreated
back to the camp.

That's only because night fell,
or so I'm told.

Sensible plan.

Reports are they suffered

nearly twice the casualties
we did.

Just because William
was at Ticonderoga

doesn't mean he's here.

The garrison's a fort.
He might have stayed.

Aye.

I ken.

Go to yer patients, Claire.
I'll--I'll sleep if I can.

In all my life, I have lost
four patients on my table.

And now in one day,

that number
has increased tenfold.

Thee has done this before,
thee said.

How does thee go on?

By knowing that without me,

the number would be
even greater.

Think of those
that you've saved.

That number
has increased today as well.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps I should have chosen
a more peaceable profession.

All this violence is difficult
for a man like me.

A human being?

I-I meant a Quaker.

Forgive me, Claire.

- For what?
- For...

presuming that this is harder
for me than for thee.

How is Rachel coping?

She is a great help to me.

And she bears it
remarkably well.

But the suffering of others
cannot help but take its toll.

Can it be worth it,
all this death?

I-I do not doubt our cause,
but I--

I've asked myself
that question many times.

And I've not always been
confident of the answer...

but, yes...

I believe it will be.

Excuse me, I...

must go tend to my husband.

Of course.

Feel better, Colonel.

Hmm.

Will you have to cut
anything off?

I'll allow it, if you do.

Oh, you will, will you?

Mm.

Laudanum.

Sip it and drink every drop.

It's all I have left.

Whatever happens,
I'll try my best

to leave you
with a working hand,

no infection

and, once it heals,

no pain.

You're not sipping.

It'll make me sick.

It'll help mask the pain.

Gives me terrible dreams.

Well, as long
as you're not twitching

like Rollo dreaming
of chasing rabbits,

I think we'll be all right.

- I did tell you to sip it.
- Hmm.

Now, let's leave
that for a minute

while we wait for the laudanum
to take effect.

Who was your visitor earlier?

A colonel--Johnson.

Micah Johnson, his name was.

I saw him leave.
What did he want?

Well, it seems when I'd--

and a few others
of Morgan's company, mind--

when we entered the fray,
we broke the British charge.

Scattered 'em, it seems.

And Johnson's company
was behind us in the fight.

If the charge had gone through,

he'd have surely lost
the company, he said.

So you saved them.

Not me alone.

That's 50 men in a company.

And not all of them would've
been killed, of course.

No, not all of them.

Eh, it's like the Bible.

That bit where the--Abraham
bargains with the Lord

for the cities of the plain.

"Wilt Thou not destroy the city

for the sake of 50 just men?"

And did He...

spare the city
for the sake of 50 just men?

Aye. And Abraham kens...

he won't find 50,

so he argues the Lord
down from 50 to 40

and then 30 and 20...

and ten.

Ten good men...

...would be worth a finger, Sassenach.

Hmm. Or five.

Or...

...even one.

You bloody man.

I knew you'd make me cry.

Sweet dreams, my love.

You may chase
those rabbits now.

He did it.

Rob took Jem
through the stones.

We found this.

Oh, my God.

I can't work out why.
Why--why would he do this?

It's the gold.

You said someone got
into the letters, so I looked,

and the musket ball is missing
from the box,

and so is one of the letters.

It's the one
about the Spaniard's gold.

God damn him!

Roger...
What do we do?

What do we do?
We can't call the police.

Roger.

- What are you doing?
- I'm goin' after him.

Through the stones?

I have to, Bree.

If you're right,
Rob'll be headed to Inverness

for a ship to America.

I have to go tonight, now.

You stay with Mandy.

What're ye sayin'?

This bastards goin'
after Spanish gold?

No. French gold.

King Louis' gold that was meant
for the Jacobites.

Some of it ended up
in North Carolina.

And Jemmy knows the spot
where it's hidden.

And Cameron wants Jem
to take him there?

He won't hurt Jem.
He needs him.

I'm comin' wi' ye.

It's my time
we'll be goin' to, is it no'?

And...

you were gonna send
me there anyway.

Only if you wanted to.

I want to help.

You're kin.

Do you still have
your old clothes?

Aye.

You'll need this, too.

Where'd this come from?

An antique store in town.

I figured we might need it someday.

Well, it is looking
very good for just two weeks,

- even if I say so myself.
- Hmm.

Any pain?

Well, I'll not be gettin'
in any fisticuffs soon,

but, uh, no.

I think I will go take a pish.

Are ye no' happy
with Uncle Jamie's progress?

It means he will fight again.

Mm.

There's going to be
another battle, isn't there?

I think so.

There has to be
something decisive enough

to draw the French
into the war--

another battle
that changes everything.

I'd hoped that Jamie
would stay away from it.

But maybe
he's supposed to be there.

Maybe he always was.

I don't--I don't know.

You don't know... when?

Did you hear anything
while you were on your scout?

Um, Burgoyne is waiting
for Clinton to send aid

or divide us
by attacking elsewhere.

But he canna wait forever.

Neither can we.

Some of our generals
want to attack,

but Granny Gates says no.

Oh, that's what they call him--

commander--

because he's...

Old. I gathered that.

Though he is

younger than I am,
if anyone's counting.

Oh, Rollo, for goodness' sake,
my goose grease.

I was supposed to give it
to Denzell.

He has a patient
with an injured rectum,

and he's having trouble
with his movements.

I'll get ye
some goose grease, Auntie.

Some Oneida have arrived.
They'll have some, I wager.

Great.

Uh, could you take it
to Denzell after?

Or, um, to his sister?

I'd be happy to.

Thank you.

Rollo.

And I see thee has brought
thy friend along, too.

Miss Hunter.

It's nice to see
thee again, Ian Murray.

I brought some goose grease.

My aunt said your brother
needed it for someone's...

arsehole, I-I think.

Oh. He'll be pleased.

I thank thee.

He's been so busy
with the sick and injured.

Sorry, it's slippery.

Uh, the man I got it from said
it was greasier than grease.

Thee must know better.

What does thee say?

I'm sorry.

Yes.

I... we...

Thee must not.

We must not.

No. Of course.

Of course we mustn't.

It's no' safe.

Does thee know...

how I feel?

I'm not worried
about whether you love me.

I'm worried about whether
you might die because of it.

"Die because of it"?

Thee has cheek.

I didn't say I loved thee.

It's a great deal better
you dinna.

I think it's best if ye...
dinna touch me.

Because if you do, then I'll--

I'll take ye here and now.

And then it's too late
for us both.

Are you Mrs. Fraser?

I am.

May I help you?

Uh, yes, I was in hopes

we might transact
a little business.

I'm told you possess
a stock of cinchona bark.

Is that so?

Yes. Do you suffer
from malaria?

No, not I,
but I have a gentleman

in my command who does,
very badly.

I'd hoped you might be induced
to make a trade.

I used to run a store,
you see--

a great deal
of apothecary stuff

and luxury dry goods
in general.

Laudanum?

I was not sure
what might best suit you.

I learned it's best to always
give a lady a choice.

- Do you have more of this?
- Indeed. Back at my camp.

Do you require it regularly?

W--I don't use it myself,
if that's what you mean.

Though I have.

I took a musket ball
in my left leg some time ago.

Shattered the bone.
Great deal of pain.

But I have since weaned myself.

Do you, um, require it
regularly?

The relief of pain is

one of the more important
things I can give people

who come to see me.

Lord knows
that I can't offer many a cure.

Well, that's
a rather remarkable statement.

Most in your profession
seem to promise cure

to nearly everyone.

Well, I mightn't admit it
to my patient,

but it's as well
to know one's limits.

Do you think so?

Do you not think that
the admission of such limits

might, in fact, prevent one
from accomplishing

all that is possible

because one assumes
something is not possible?

You know, it might.

I supposed
if we didn't believe

that we could accomplish things
beyond reasonable expectation,

well, then...

...I'm not sure
any of us would be here.

Sassenach.

- Sir.
- Colonel.

Your wife and I
have just been discussing

the philosophy of endeavor.

What do you say?

Does a wise man know his limits

or a bold one deny them?

Well, I've heard it said
that a man's reach

must exceed his grasp,

or what's a heaven for?

Well, that is splendid.

Do you recall
where you heard it?

Eh... a poet...

...I believe.

That's right.

Though, um, I can't seem
to recall his name.

It is a perfectly
expressed sentiment.

Well, in any event...
cinchona bark.

Thank you for the trade, Mr.--

I'm sorry,
I-I don't know your rank.

Oh, no,
my apologies, Mrs. Fraser.

What must you think of a man
who bursts into your presence

and fails to introduce himself?

Major General Benedict Arnold.

Your servant, ma'am.

Sir.

I ken I shouldn't
have quoted a poem

that's not yet been written.

Are ye well, Claire?

You look
like yer about to fall over.

I might.

Will thee pray
for me, brother?

I fear I'm in great danger.

Indeed thee is.

Though I am in doubt
that prayer will aid thee much.

What, does thee have no faith
left in God?

Oh, endless faith in God.

In thee? Not quite so much.

Even less in Ian Murray.

How did thee know?

I saw him leave earlier.

And he saw me,
though pretended not to.

What did he say to thee?

Nothing.

Not much.

He said...

he said
that I was in love with him.

And is thee?

How could I be in love
with such a man?

If thee were not...

I do not think thee would be
asking me to pray.

I will tell him
never to speak to thee again

if thee wishes it.

Or if thee prefers,

I can assure him thy affection
is only that of a friend.

Are those the only alternatives
thee sees?

I have been put out of meeting,
sissy, thee has not.

But to marry such a man
as Ian Murray...

...no meeting would accept it.

He's an American
through and through

and a brilliant soldier.

Well, everyone
likes him, save Granny Gates.

There's bad blood
between them.

Over what, I dinna ken,

but the men
would follow him anywhere.

At some point,
he'll become disillusioned

and decide to switch sides.

He'll start making overtures
to the British.

For an American general
to turn his coat,

it's unthinkable.

His name will become synonymous
with being a traitor.

Two hundred years from now,
if somebody betrays you,

you call them
a Benedict Arnold.

It's all
he'll ever be remembered for.

We must let it happen?

All I know is he does this...

and we win.

And if he doesn't...

When?

When will he do it?

That's the problem.
I have no idea.

Tonight we have good news.

"Well, what news,
Daniel Morgan?"

Well, I will tell you.

From Major General Gates...

"Today we have learned

"of a great righting of wrongs.

Colonel John Brown
has retaken Sugar Loaf"...

..."which... the British

now call Mount Defiance."

"A poor choice of name,

as they were unable to defy
our advances."

"Though he did not recapture
Ticonderoga itself,

"Colonel Brown apprehended
a dozen British officers

"and 140 British infantry.

"And freed...

119 of our own from captivity."

And why,

oh, why do we hate

the British, friends?

I can guess what's comin'.

I heard it a week ago.
Saw it, too.

Saw what?

The British army did that.

To one of their own, mind you.

My crime?

An officer struck me...

and I fought back!

See, they don't like that...

fighting back.

Gave me 499 lashes.

I counted.

Supposed to give me 500,
but he missed one.

I didn't inform him of it.

Does he know?

I think he can sense
in me a kindred spirit.

But, no.

No, he doesna ken
we're kindred of flesh as well.

Halt!

That's it!

Make 'em fear for their skulls.

Shoot the generals, boys.

Don't you see who that is?
It's Simon Fraser.

Shoot him!

God's blood. Cousin.

For King and country!

King and country!

General Arnold is right.

I admire and respect
General Fraser,

but it is necessary
that he should die.

Damn your eyes
for a crew of blind men!

Colonel!

Shoot him, why don't you?

Fire!

Fire.

I got him!

Follow me, boys!
To the redoubt!

Pull back!

Pull back!

Follow that goddamn fool.

He'll win us this battle,
if he survives it.

To the redoubt!
To the redoubt!

With me!

William!

Colonel!

Aah!

I've set your leg
as best I can.

The carriage will take you

to the general hospital
in Albany.

It's the same leg
where I was hit before.

I wish it had been my heart.

Here, take some more laudanum.

I'd be a martyr, then.

I'd be remembered.

You will be remembered.

As it is...

Gates will tell the story
of the battle,

and he will leave me out of it
as he has always done.

It's a conscious omission

of merit, of fact.

He robs me

of honor and promotion.

Can I be blamed
for hating the man?

Mistress Fraser...

I do not know you well,

but I ask you...

am I wrong to begrudge him
this offense?

No.

No, you're not wrong.

You answered him true.

He's as brave a leader
as any I've seen.

I hope
it wasn't a huge mistake.

Jamie.

I saw him, Claire.

I saw my son.

And?

I nearly shot him.

He was unharmed

when last I laid eyes upon him.

Well, the fighting's over now.

How long till the British
surrender is finalized?

Days...

certainly.

The terms must be negotiated.

And I will sleep
and not get up until they are.

Colonel Fraser, may I enter?

Aye. Enter.

I am here
under a flag of truce.

Speak freely.

You are requested
in the British camp, sir.

General Simon Fraser
has learned of your presence

and wishes to see you...

...before it is too late.

Will you come?

Aye.

My wife and I will come.

Thank you.

I will accompany you.

Your kinsman has arrived, sir.

He hasn't long.

I'm so sorry, Jamie.

I must have eaten something
that disagreed with me.

'Tis gladness
to see you once more

on this earth.

Ah...

When last I saw you,

we were lads...

...running after the older boys

with shinty sticks
taller than ourselves.

Ah.

Aye.

Sorry it must come to this...

...away from kin...

...away from Scotland.

I have kin with me now.

And I am content...

to die...

...among my comrades.

Mistress Fraser.

William.

Lieutenant Lord Ellesmere.

I'm glad to find you well.

And you.

Are you going in?

I have said my goodbyes.

Your husband is here,
I presume,

the brigadier's cousin?

To see him before...

Yes.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Or did you mean the battle?

War is a terrible business, William...

no matter who wins.

That's the part
no one tells you about.

I am beginning to see that.

I gather you've seen
a great deal of war, then,

Mistress Fraser.

More than might seem possible.

He's gone.

William's here.

Where is your hat, Ellesmere?

Apologies, sir.

Some rebel whoreson
shot if off my head.

Good God, man.
Lucky you weren't killed.

I, uh...

...believe I owe you a hat...

...sir.

Evidently that was
the rebel whoreson

who deprived you of your hat.

Very decent of him.

Why did you do that?

Because, Claire...

for the second time
in his life,

I've come within an inch
of shooting my son.

The first was the night
of his birth.

And I thought all at once,

"What if I dinna miss
a third time?"

I thought I must at least...

try to speak to him once...

as a man...

...in case it was
my only chance.

Well, put it on, then, Captain.

We must show a good example
to the men, you know?

Captain?

General Fraser wanted you made
captain after the first battle.

Should have been done
then, but--

Well, General Burgoyne
signed the order this evening.

Did he know?

That it'd been done?

Yes, I told him.

God, it's cold.

No, don't.

The donor of your hat,
James Fraser,

said we must leave it open--

some Highland fancy about
the soul requiring an exit.

Impressive gentleman,
the brigadier's kinsman.

Indeed.

Burgoyne's men
are to ground their weapons

on the banks of the Hudson,
sail for England.

The only condition
of the surrender

is that they must never fight
in this war again.

So William's safe.

Aye.

Colonel Fraser.

General Gates, sir.

A word with you, Colonel.

Of course.

I require a favor of you.

With pleasure, sir.

I gather you've heard

that terms of surrender
have been reached--

generous terms,
I think you will agree.

Very generous indeed, sir.

There is one additional
request from Burgoyne

before he will agree
to sign the capitulation.

They tell me you are a cousin
to General Simon Fraser.

Aye.

The general had
at one time expressed

that should he die abroad

that he wished
to be taken back to Scotland,

that he might lie
at peace there.

You want me to take
Simon's body to Scotland?

Yes.

It is Burgoyne's
last stipulation.

He says the general
was much beloved by his men,

and knowing his wish
is fulfilled

will reconcile them
to leaving the war,

as they will not feel
they are abandoning him.

Has any provision been made

for my returning
to Scotland, sir?

There is a blockade.

You will be transported...

with your wife
on one of His Majesty's ships.

Have I your agreement,
Colonel Fraser?

We're leavin' the war.

It's only a year
later than we hoped, but...

we're getting our wish, Sassenach.

We're going to Scotland.

Scotland?

Aye.

It's so far away.

The voyage will be long
and difficult, I imagine.

Aye.

But go I must...

to honor a promise I made
long ago.

We must indeed honor
our promises.

I've one to ask of you as well.

Will you watch over Rollo
for me?

Of course I will.

Not only because I adore him...

but because it means
thee will return.

The army is marching south.

Thee may find me
at Valley Forge, I am told.

Take this.

He'll be cold.

I love you.

I will find him, Bree.

I'll bring him home.

Go.

Bye, Daddy.

Good day to thee.

Ye have a handsome hound.

I thank thee,
but he's not mine.

His master has gone abroad.

I'm only looking after him
until he returns.

He likes thee.

He doesn't do that
with everyone.

Yer friend
must love you very much

to entrust you with his dog.

I hope
he'll return to you soon.

I miss my dog.

I'm sure he's much happier
on dry land with Rachel.

Hmm. I'd sell my soul
to be on dry land.

Do you want to try
the needles again?

We are the representation
of the dignity...

...of the American cause

on this ship.

I'll not walk around
lookin' like a porcupine.

Was it the dignity
of the American cause

I saw earlier
puking his hardtack

into the Irish Sea?

It was, aye.

Is that what I think it is?

Land ho!

Scotland.