All language subtitles for Outlander.S07E13.1080p

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- Tell me what happened.
- Go ahead and kill me.

It was triage.

You stop the bleeding,
or-or the patient dies.

He stopped it by placing
his grief over mine.

What the hell did you do
to him, Jamie?

I'm impressed
with your cunning

in securing these documents.

You're appointed
brigadier general.

Thank you, sir.

Rachel, I choose you.

I hope you will choose me.

I do love thee.

Jeremiah MacKenzie disappeared
without a trace.

What's any of it got
to do

with your wee lad, though?

Find the tinker,
find my father,

and maybe if we do,
we find Jemmy too.

Where is my son?

He isn't in the past.

You're gonna convince that lad
to show me where the gold is.

Well, I say
we make our way back

to Port na Craig
following the stream.

Someone's bound
to have seen yer da,

and hopefully
wee Jem wi' him.

I was right...

What I said to yer wife.

Hasna changed at all.

Those mountains,
they havena aged a day.

Those mountains?

By God, you're right.

Port na Craig.

That's by Pitlochry in my time.

This isn't the River Garry
or the Tummel.

It's too small, but...

it could be the Errochty Water.

If Pitlochry is that way,

then the Errochty dam
is down there, or it will be.

We'd be under water
in yer time, standing here.

Well, Brianna said
she felt a time portal

in the tunnel under the dam.

But the dam doesn't even exist
until the 1950s,

years after
my father disappeared.

If there were stones there
before they built the dam...

Then there are probably
stones here now.

That must be where
my father came through.

Maybe we can retrace his steps.

You fucking bitch.

Where is my son?

Tell me, you piece of shit.

Answer me.

Or I swear to God,
I will fucking kill you.

You kill me, you'll never see
your boy again.

Think about it.

He's all alone, scared, hungry.

And the longer he's in there,
the worse it'll be for him.

You better be lying...

...for your own sake.

Where's Jemmy?

Come here, baby.

Come here.

All right, sweetheart,

if we can't call the police,
we'll go to 'em.

Vroom, vroom!

Mandy, can you feel Jem now?

No.

That's all right.
Let's go.

Mama?

Da?

Anybody?

Help!

Help!

No' sae young as ye used
to be, are ye, a choin?

None of us are,
A Mhic mo pheathar.

Ye ken I built
a cairn for ye.

Aye.

All that hard work for nothin'.

But, canna think
of a better reason

to rise
from the depths of the sea

than to attend
my nephew's wedding.

I'm glad ye're here, Uncle,

since... Ma and Da canna be.

Yer da wanted this for you.

And yer ma was glad to hear
how happy you are with Rachel.

I hope Denzell
receives yer letter.

It would mean a great deal
to Rachel to have him here.

It was her wish to be
married among Friends.

The Bartrams will be here,
but,

her brother is her only family.

Denzell will be here.

But, ye nervous?

No, not about the wedding.

But mebbe what comes after.

I've lain wi' women before,

but it'll be
Rachel's first time.

Yer Auntie Claire had been
married before when I wed her.

So, I was the virgin
on our wedding night.

And I was given
a great deal of advice

beforehand
from my Uncle Dougal,

and Rupert,

and Angus.

Any of it good?

God, no.

I think ye already ken
ye should be gentle about it.

The only useful thing
was what my wife told me

on the night.

"Go slowly. Pay attention."

I'm sure you canna go
far wrong wi' that.

Was she gentle with you?

God, no.

You both must think me
very plain

to insist on no flowers
or ornament.

You look beautiful.

That dress may be borrowed,

but you wear it
like it was your own.

The most important thing
is that it's what you want.

It's perfect.

I thank thee
for thy alterations.

And thee, for offering to host
my wedding at thy home.

It's my pleasure, dear.

I only wish you weren't
leaving so soon after.

Can't you stay awhile longer?

I wish we could,

but Jamie and Ian,
they have their orders.

We've a few days, at least.

Does it ever get easier?

Watching the man thee loves
march on to the battlefield?

No, but you do learn
to live with it.

And it reminds you to cherish
the time you have together.

Your love becomes a shield,

your armor.

And you wake up every day,
you put it on,

and then you fight, too.

Now...

...wait till Ian sees you.

I hope I know what to say
when the time comes,

that the Spirit will move me
to say the right thing.

A marriage is made
not in ritual,

nor in words,

but in the living of it
every day,

whether you're together
or apart.

Now...

Is thee putting the chairs
in place or taking them away?

Denzell, made it
by the skin of yer teeth.

Thank the Lord.

I was certain I'd missed it.

Wasn't easy to leave,

but my sister
would never have forgiven me.

That she wouldn't.

Henry!

I'm pleased to see
thee doing well.

But should thee be carrying

something so heavy
in thy condition?

My condition is much improved.

But Mistress Fraser says
I will only regain

my strength if I use my body.

Well, I would
not argue with her.

No, no.

I'm no longer staying here,

but I have been
very well taken care of.

Mercy has been
a wonderful help.

And we walk together
almost every day,

only in the garden, of course.

I shall let your sister
know that you are here.

She will be overjoyed.

I'm eager to see John Grey,
as well.

Is he returned?

No.

I assume he went north

once the Continentals
took the city.

How did ye ken he left?

Ye'd gone back
to Valley Forge when I...

Ye've seen him.

Yes.

I was at Colonel Smith's camp

when I was asked to treat
a prisoner of war.

I couldn't believe my eyes
when I saw that it was John.

He was... badly injured.

To be honest,
he- he was in quite a state:

bloodied and bruised,
with a broken eye socket.

The last I saw him,
we had words.

He- he told me.

But I know the deep friendship
thee shares with him.

So I must tell thee.

I was asked to heal him
because they wanted him

to be well enough
to stand at the gallows.

They mean to hang him?

They meant to, yes.

But I could not have lived
with myself.

So I... I passed him a knife
with his supper,

and he escaped in the night.

I thought perhaps
he would send word to thee.

No.

No, he has not.

But John can take care
of himself.

Thank you, Denzell,
for telling me and

for helping him
when he needed you.

The bride says
that she will greet you now.

The Spirit has apparently
told her it is time.

I thank thee, all,
for thy presence.

For Christ said,

"Wherever two or more of you
are gathered,

there I am."

So we gather, and we listen,

both to one another
and to the light within us.

How will they know when

it's the right moment to speak?

They, um, wait to be moved
by the Spirit.

Well, I know that much.

But what if the Spirit
doesn't move them?

Then we may be sitting here
for a very long time.

Jamie,
there's no need to whisper.

I see the Spirit
has moved thee.

Please, speak thy heart.

Yes, yes.

Well...

um, when Ian was a bairn,

I held him in the crook
of my arm.

I looked down at my wee nephew,
and I felt I knew him.

I knew exactly
what he would become.

But I couldn't have known,
couldn't have foreseen the...

the man he is today
and what he is still becoming.

I'm proud to be yer uncle.

And Rachel will be lucky
to call ye husband

if the Spirit moves her
to do so.

Thank you, Uncle.

Dinna ken quite what to say.

I-I think I do.

I was put out of Meeting

for wanting to join
the Continental Army.

My dear sister felt
it was her duty to follow me.

To be put out of Meeting is
a grievous thing to a Friend,

for that is where our lives
and souls abide.

I have deprived my sister
of this approval and support.

Thee followed thy conscience.

And if I had not
put thee right,

I would not have followed thee.

It was my responsibility

to take care of thee.

And I fear I did not
do so adequately.

Thee has taken care of me.

Do I look malnourished?

Am I naked?

I obliged thee
to follow me into violence,

into an army
full of violent men.

That would be me, I expect?

No, I...

t-that is not what I meant.

D'ye think I should say
it's all my fault

for being a bad influence
for Ian?

Forgive me, Ian.

If the Spirit moves you to.

But personally,
I'd advise you and the Spirit

to stay out of it.

I-I-I meant only to say that

these regrets
have plagued my heart.

But now that I see thee
with Ian, Rachel,

I realize my fears
were for naught,

for only the Spirit could lead
the way to such a path.

With Ian by thy side,

thee has found love,

and, therefore, a home.

'Tis true
that I've kent darkness.

But, Rachel...

...you've given me light.

You've shown me joy I feared
I might never feel again.

I stand here today
a free man.

My heart's once more
mine to give.

I hope to give it
to you forever.

In the presence of the Lord,

and before these,
our friends...

...I take thee, Ian,
to be my husband,

promising
with divine assistance

to be unto thee
a loving and faithful wife

so long as we both shall live.

Help?

"On your feet, soldier,"

as Granny would say.

Help!

Help!

Well, it was pitch black,

and I couldn't see anything.

But then
I found a breaker box,

and I flipped on
all the switches.

Jemmy!

- Jemmy?
- Can you feel him, sweetheart?

I feel him, Mummy!

Mandy.

Let's play hot or cold.

Yes.

Are we close to Jemmy now?
Hot or cold?

Warmer.

Colder.

Warm, warmer.

But then the tunnel
split in two directions.

Luckily, I had studied
the tunnel schematics,

so I knew where to go.

I went right.

Warmer, warmer.

Christ.

We found them.

There's something hidden here.

It's a survival kit.

Jerry!

Jeremiah!

Jeremiah MacKenzie!

Jeremiah MacKenzie!

Jeremiah!

Jeremiah!

Jeremiah! Jeremiah!

Da?

- Jeremiah MacKenzie!
- Hello?

Da!

Da!

He's gone.

Is that a boy?

You don't feel him?

No.

What is going on?

Rob, you bloody bastard.

Hot, Mummy, really hot.

- Are you sure?
- Hot, Mummy, really hot.

Hot, Mummy! Stop! Stop!

Wait!

Wait!

Jemmy! Are you hurt?

I'm fine, Mama.

My God.

God, I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry, baby.

- I'm here now.
- They put me in the tunnels.

I got out 'cause I remember
how you said you did it.

You're such a smart boy.

Hey.

God.

You're safe now, baby.
It's okay. You're safe.

Wait!

We mean you no harm.

Wait!

Let go of me!

Let go of me!

I havena done anything.

Why ye running then?

Because you're chasing me.

This is my father's helmet.

No, it's mine.

Did you find it,

or did you take it
from somebody?

A strangely dressed man, maybe?

Why would I tell ye?
Ye're strange too.

Aye.
And we're bigger than ye.

I'll make a bargain with ye.

Tell us what ye know,

and I'll not break yer neck,
ye wee gomerel.

I saw a queer-lookin' man
wandering around those stones.

I followed him.

He asked me the way
to the village.

Gave me that in return.

Told folk about him,

and they scairt him
out o' the village.

Is that it?

He came back last night

and stole a lamb
from the MacBirneys,

ran off wi' it.

I was on watch.

So I kent
I'd be in trouble for it.

Ye told on him, then?

Well, it was my hide or his.

Mr. MacBirney's still trying
to think what to do

wi' him when he finds him.

What might he do with him?

Might chop his hand off,
or even his head.

Mr. MacBirney doesn't hold
with sheep stealin'.

And this man,

where did he run to?

Into those woods.

That better be the truth.

Unlace me, will thee, husband?

Christ, ye've got
a sweet, round, wee bum.

Blasphemy,
on our wedding night?

It's not blasphemy.

It's a prayer of thanks.

Thine is neither
wee nor round,

but no less sweet, I think.

Can I help with thy fastenings?

Thy skin is so soft there,
like velvet.

I like it when thee moans.

I'm not moaning.

Yes, thee is.

I like it when thee moans,
Rachel.

Let me.

Harder.

Teeth.

Thee said teeth.

I'm sorry, Ian.

I didn't mean to hurt thee.

I didn't mean to be too bold.

Ye canna be too bold
wi' me, lass.

Here I am, tryin' to be gentle.

Thought ye'd be scared
your first time, but...

ye're no' scared a bit,
are ye?

Terrified.

Well, not terrified, exactly.

I mean, this is so nice,

but I have heard
it does hurt the first time.

I'd quite like
to get that part done with

so I needn't worry about it.

Well, then...

As you wish, mo chridhe.

I'll be gentle about it.

You thinking about John?

Aye.

And what's become of him.

And what ye did wi' him
in this room.

Jamie.

I'll not hold it against ye,
but...

it's hard for me to sleep here.

If you don't hold it
against me,

you can't hold it against him.

I do hold it against him,
Claire.

But I dinna wish him dead.

He was almost hanged
on my account.

And William...

God knows where he is.

I kent I could never
be a father to him,

but I vowed
I'd do right by him.

I failed.

You haven't failed.

He is a brave
and honorable young man.

He learned he is not
an earl by blood,

but the bastard son
of a Scottish Highlander.

There'll be nothing honorable

about having to live a lie.

William may be angry
for a while,

but eventually,
he'll come to understand that

the reason that you and John
kept this from him

is because of how much
you both love him.

How can you be so sure?

Because I see
so much of you in him.

And you would come
to understand,

I think.

Christ, Sassenach.

It's good to be near you again.

And this room be damned.

Thank you.

Thank you for missing
that ship.

Come out of there.

Where'd you escape from?

I was...

I was, put in irons
by a British officer

who took me for a spy.

And what might
your name be, sir?

Bertram Armstrong.

And--and may I have
the pleasure

of knowing your own name, sir?

I am the Reverend
Peleg Woodsworth

of the 16th Pennsylvania.

And your company?

I haven't yet joined one.

I was on my way to do so,
in fact, sir,

when I ran afoul
of a British patrol

and, shortly thereafter,

found myself in the straits
that you see.

Well, Mr. Armstrong,

I think we can relieve
your straits.

If I'd got away sooner,

Da wouldn't have had
to go through the stones.

I should have been braver.

This is not your fault, Jem.

You were very brave.

And your da is brave, too.
We'll get him back.

I'm gonna go inside

and hand Mr. Cameron
over to the police.

You and your sister
are gonna go

with Mrs. Shaw to the trailer.

Who's she?

She is
a special police officer

who works with children.

She's gonna make sure you
and Mandy are all right.

Are you all right?

I'll be just inside.

Come now, sweetie.

- Mr. Cameron?
- I'm Constable Kinley.

I'm gonna open this door now.

So I need you to be standing
with your hands in plain sight.

Do you understand?

Mr. Cameron?

He was in there, I swear.

Look, someone obviously
broke him out,

which means
someone's helping him.

We've searched
the perimeter twice.

There was no sign
of forced entry.

Every door and window
was locked.

He must have
a copy of my key.

Did you give him
a copy of your key?

No. No, of course not.

Did he do that, your hand?

No, I--that...

I slammed my fingers
in a drawer.

I was angry and scared.

My son had just been kidnapped.

You worked with Mr. Cameron
at the--

At the dam, yes.

Is there anything else about
your relationship with him

you'd like to tell us?

Not really, no.

I'm his boss.

He came over for dinner once

with me and my husband.

Did Mr. Cameron say what
he wanted from you or your son?

No, he...

no, he didn't say anything.

And where was your husband
during all of this?

My husband is in Boston
on a business trip.

Perhaps
he'd be able to help us

work out why Mr. Cameron might
have targeted your family.

Is there a number
we can reach him at?

Yes. Yeah. I,
I wrote it down somewhere.

I'd have to look for it.

I-I usually just wait
for him to call me.

Mrs. MacKenzie,

I think you
might be leaving out

some important details.

Perhaps Mr. Cameron came over
while your husband was away.

You two were enjoying
a nice bottle of wine

when something went wrong.

How dare you insinuate...

My son was kidnapped.

Then help us
make sense of it.

- I--
- Let's talk to your husband.

I--
Rob cut my damn phone lines.

Look, I think you should talk
to Rob's sister, Bobby's mom.

I'm-I'm not saying
that she was in on it,

but she might know something.

I shouldn't have to tell
you guys how to do your job.

No need to be hysterical,
Mrs. MacKenzie.

You haven't
seen hysterical.

This guy has keys to my house.

I have told you
everything I know.

You should be out there
looking for him.

God knows what he might
be planning next.

Right, well, as a precaution,

is there anywhere else
you can stay

until your husband returns?

Jerry MacKenzie!

Jerry MacKenzie!

Have you thought about
what ye're gonna say to him

if ye see him?

I don't know.

I was so young
when he disappeared.

He was more of a myth
than a man, you know?

The hero of all the stories
I was told about him.

And even now, it's hard
to imagine he's a real person.

I wonder what I'd say
to my father.

I never knew him,
the man who sired me.

Or my ma.

I wasna born
to the house I grew up in.

Is that right?

Yer mother died young as well,
did she no'?

Aye, she was killed
in an air raid

in the London Underground.

I dinna ken
what any of that is.

No, no, no.
Don't-don't-don't run.

Jerry?

You're Jerry, right?

We're here to help.

Who are you?

It's all right.
We're here to help.

You're J.W. MacKenzie,
aren't you?

I believe this belongs to you.

Who are you?

I'm like you.

I'm from a different time.

It's true.

Haven't lost my mind.

In your time,

Winston Churchill
is prime minister.

In mine, it's a woman
named Margaret Thatcher.

A woman?

She serves Queen Elizabeth II,

King George's daughter.

You're from my future--
the future.

What year is it now?

1739.

This is madness.

It can feel a bit
that way, aye.

You're hurt.

Aye.
The people in the village

weren't very receptive.

Can I take a look?

I have some alcohol
to disinfect it.

If you've got alcohol,
I'd rather drink it.

Well, we can do both.

But we have to hurry.

There are people
looking for you.

I've been looking for my son.

He's only nine years old.

That's--that's
why I'm here, actually.

- Have you seen him?
- I met a shepherd boy.

No.

No, that's not him.

He's got blonde hair.

His name is Jeremiah,
like yours.

We call him Jem.

I was hoping
he might be with you.

No, I haven't seen him.

I'm sorry you've lost your boy.

I have a son myself.

God, I need to get back to him.

He's just a baby.
Um...

It's all right.

He'll be all right.

I'm sure of it.

How did you get here?

I don't know.

My plane went down
on the moors,

and I walked east,
hoping to find a town.

Came across the river,
stopped for a drink.

There was a stone circle
on the banks.

I leant against one of them
and must've fallen asleep.

And when I woke up, I was here.

You didna fall asleep.

That's how it works.

The standing stones,

they're a portal
from one time to another.

You touch them, and poof,

you're somewhere else,
more or less.

You're a Spitfire pilot.

How did you end up...
crashing in the Highlands?

My bloody engine failed
during a camera test flight.

Didn't know Spitfires
had cameras.

We don't, usually.

We were testing them
for a mission.

It's classified.

Well, it's not as if
I can tell anyone.

I was supposed to fly over

Nazi labor camps in Poland.

MI6 wanted me to take
aerial pictures of the camps.

They said it would help
the war effort,

but now I am...

I don't know
what will happen...

to me, or...

...to anyone.

Why are you helping me?

Dogs.

- Aye, we need to go.
- Come on!

- Mr. MacBirney!
- They're here!

Come on!

Christ!

Can you put weight on it?

It'll do. It'll do.

Go.

What are we doing here?

We're sending you back
through the stones

to your own time.

Here.

Take this.

When you go through,
think of your wife,

about Marjorie, okay?

Keep her in your mind's eye
and touch that central stone.

How in the bloody hell
do ye know my wife's name?

- It doesn't matter.
- It does matter.

You've got to tell me
something.

Please.

We win the war.

We... we win?

Aye.

We lose a hell of a lot,
but we win...

...because of men like you.

- Ye need to hurry.
- They're coming.

Over there!

You need to go.

Remember,
think only of your wife.

I love you.

He heard ye, man.

He heard ye.

Let's go.

Good morning, husband.

Good morning, wife.

Was last night
not enough for thee?

Never.

Then why does thee stop?

I was thinking
about what Denzell said.

Thee mustn't worry about that.

He only wants to protect me.

No, he's right.

You've been pulled
into this violence.

Ian.

I ken it was your decision
and that ye'd never do

a thing that wasna
in your mind to do.

But I also ken the... the toll
this violence takes on you.

I willna kill anyone

unless I have to, Rachel.

And I'm signed on as a scout.

And so I shouldn't have to.

But things happen.
I know.

Thy life's journey lies
along its own path, Ian.

And I cannot share
thy journey.

But I can walk beside thee.

And I will.

And I vow to do my best

to return to you every night.

In one piece?

I willna promise that.

I think I'd like
to watch you patch me up.

Well, if thee promises
to always be careful,

I promise
to always patch thee up.

Like it?

I'd be lying
if I said I didn't.

Ye understand
why I have to do this?

All I've wanted since
I found out you were alive

was to take you home.

But yes, I understand.

Ye've seen enough war
for two lifetimes.

I'm sorry to drag you
back into this.

Bloody men,
you and Denzell both.

When will you realize you're
not dragging us anywhere?

Ye think we don't have
a right to worry about ye?

If given the choice to sleep
next to you on an army cot

every night
for the rest of my life

or in a real bed without you,

I'd choose you always.

And that is my decision,
General.

At least this time,
it's the right color.

All right, that's them.

Uncle Ernie and Auntie Fiona
will take care of you, okay?

Thank you so much for coming.
I didn't know who else to call.

I'd have been offended
if ye'd called anyone else.

He cut yer phone lines?
The bastard.

Yeah,
and the damn phone company

can't get out till Monday.

Our girls
are with their grandma,

so we've got
all the room in the world.

I told him Roger
was in Boston, like ye said.

Thank you-.

Come on.

Will you take this, too,
for safekeeping?

Aye, of course.

Did ye get hold
of the locksmith, at least?

Yeah, I'm gonna go back
and meet him there now.

Are ye sure that's safe?

No, but I have a gun.

Bree.

What else can I do, Fi?

The police are no help.

I have to protect my family.

Surely Roger will come back

when he realizes
Jemmy isn't there.

That's what I'm afraid of,
that he won't realize it.

And I know Roger.

He will never come home
without our son.

Never.

Dia eadarainn's an t-olc.

I sort of hoped I'd be flooded

with memories of my father,

like suddenly he would
have been part of my life.

But he isn't there, Buck.

I don't think he made it back.

But I did see something.

I don't know, it was just a...

...an image.

I think he was holding me
in his arms.

I don't know
if it's a memory,

or, if it is,
if it's old or new.

Does it matter?

All of this,

you and me here,

it's already happened,

before either of us was born.

And I don't have
a memory of it,

nor do you.

So I wouldna put
much stock in memory

for ones such as us.

Well...

I mean,
he clearly went somewhere.

But...

I can only believe that
somewhere was better than here.

I had to give him a chance.

Aye, and ye did.

He's in God's hands now.

That day in Craigh na Dun
when we came back,

I was so focused on Jem,

how scared and alone he must
have been without his da.

And just as I touched
the stone,

I thought of my own father,

how scared and alone
I'd felt without him.

That's understandable.

I think the stones brought us
here so I could save his life.

It's always 200 years,
give or take.

But if you think of someone,
you can go further.

There's a choice
in how far you can go.

But sometimes
I think the stones

make the choice for you.

And now I'm thinking,
if that's why we are here...

...then maybe Jem isn't.