Outlander: Blood of My Blood (2025) s01e07 Episode Script

1
[Julia] Previously
My waters have broken.
Ye must ready yourself
for yer confinement.
With Isaac's blessing,
some midwives can be sent for.
Have you come across an
Englishwoman with child?
She died in childbirth.
You willna say another
word about any of this.
Aye.
Child of mine will be born in wedlock!
The lady is in absolutely no
condition to say her vows.
We cannot proceed!
- [baby crying]
- [Davina] A bonnie baby boy.
Luceo non uro.
I shine, not burn.
- [Murtagh] I'm coming with you.
- [Brian] Ye sure?
Still heartsick over Miss MacKenzie.
That's why I need to go.
She's going to be there.
Can you get away somehow?
[Ellen] Meet me by
that old castle tower.
I haven't been given
much choice in this life.
Our handfast, I
choose for myself.
If I'm only allowed one choice
for the rest of my life,
I would choose you.
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music plays]
A raid! There's been a raid!
Our cattle have been raided!
We've been raided!
- [bell ringing]
- A raid!
Who was it?
[Arch Bug] Did not one of you see?
Did no one give chase?
Curse you, you useless buggers!
Who would dare do this?
The MacKenzies.
Tryin' to steal our kine
from right under our noses,
to pay the dowry they owe us.
[Henry scoffs] Surely not.
They'd be fools.
Worse than fools.
And Mr. Gowan would never allow it.
[Malcolm] I agree.
But Dougal's conduct is impulsive,
unpredictable, as we've seen.
Let's not run away with ourselves
before giving proper consideration.
I should fetch the Laird.
Dinna disturb my father.
He requires rest.
He hasna been feelin' himself.
I will handle this matter in his stead.
[tense music plays]
That Fitzgibbons-Fraser fellow
Murtagh, is it
was causin' trouble at Beltane?
Aye.
Find out who stole our kine.
Whoever it was, they'll pay.
No one steals from us
and gets away with it.
Come with me, ye useless bastards.
[tense music plays]
[door creaks]
[door closes]
[dramatic music plays]
Long the way ♪
O'er the bridge I crossed ♪
For my love ♪
For my love that's lost ♪
By the brae ♪
In the verdant moss ♪
Where I watch Where I wait ♪
For my love that's lost ♪
Hi a bho ♪
Hoireann eile o ♪
Hi a bho ♪
Fair a leo fair a lè ♪
Hi a bho ♪
Hoireann eile o ♪
'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghràdh ♪
Agus m' eudail o ♪
[light music plays]
[Mrs. Fritz] These will
do for wedding sheets,
will they no'?
Aye, I s'pose.
We'll embroider the edges
wi' a flower or two,
snip a wee hole here
for yer privy parts.
Or maybe not such a wee hole. [laughs]
I pray Mr. Grant is,
shall we say, blessed.
Och, come now, lass.
Thought ye'd come round
to the notion of marryin'.
I ken the prospect of
consummating the marriage
can be dauntin'.
But it may not be too bad.
You may ask me anything at all,
ye ken that.
And you needn't be
embarrassed about it, either.
I know.
I'm grateful.
What is it? What's ailing ye?
[door clicks]
[Colum] Well, how is your
trousseau coming along?
Well enough.
What have ye left to do?
We've to embroider the edges
of the wedding sheets.
And then there's the childbed gown
and the linens to do.
You can use our mother's.
Ma was married in haste.
As well ye ken, she had no trousseau.
If she'd had wedding sheets,
she'd be wearing them as a shroud.
[Colum] We canna dillydally.
The Grants will view it as a weakness.
Maybe you'll have to
follow in Ma's footsteps
and go without.
They'll think us cheap
and not respectable.
You may have until the
Sabbath to finish.
And I'll write to the Grants
to confirm the wedding day itself.
Come and see me at the end of the day.
I'd like to hear how much
progress you've made.
[tense music plays]
[bell ringing]
[Brian] We dinna have long.
But a true Scotsman should be
christened the Highlan' way.
Your father has taken
my dignity and liberty,
among other things.
I won't let him take my
child's name from me as well.
[sword thuds]
On this holy ground,
and with this holy iron,
I christen thee William Henry Beauchamp
and bless thee before the Lord our God.
[breathes deeply]
Thank you for doing this, Brian.
[soft music plays]
[baby cooing]
[bell ringing]
How nice to see you again so soon.
May I offer my congratulations
to the household,
to the Laird, and his
lovely wife once more.
And my blessings to the bairn.
[Mrs. Mitchell] Aye.
Nothing better than a bonnie wee babe
received into Christ's flock.
Congratulations to His Lordship
and Mistress Fraser of Lovat.
Thank you.
[Lovat] Mistress Porter.
What were the gossips saying to you?
[creaking]
[sighs]
Shall we begin, sir?
Well, I'm expecting a full house.
Where's Julia and that son of yours?
Huh? Well, go and fetch them.
Aye, M'laird.
[baby fussing]
You should go inside before
your father loses his temper.
- Aye.
- [baby crying]
Ready?
I can't.
I think he's hungry,
but I don't seem to be able
to persuade him to eat.
Oh, I do like to be
Beside the seaside ♪
Oh, I do like to be Beside the sea ♪
[baby crying]
It's funny.
That always worked with your sister.
[sighs]
Go inside, Brian.
Calm yerself.
The wee'un can tell ye're worrit.
Then he'll starve to death,
because I can't help it.
[baby crying]
Oh, I don't want to do this.
It feels so wrong, so-so public.
There are worse fates, lass.
This is what you wanted,
the protection of Lovat's name.
I suppose you're right.
[Davina] Mrs. Baird
spoke to me in the kirk,
offered her congratulations
to the Laird and his lovely wife.
Mrs. Mitchell said something similar.
Perhaps that will be
enough to satisfy him.
And you'll be spared
the fate of a bigamist,
if 'tis true that your husband lives.
I've been afraid Lovat would try
and ambush me with a wedding,
since we're already here at the church.
No, I dinna think so.
How could he do it now,
in front of folk?
It's already done.
You're man and wife in
the eyes of the world.
He'll want to lie with
me often as his wife.
Ye've just had a babe, lass.
You're still bleedin' every day,
still healin'.
I doubt he'll bother ye
for a good while yet.
He'll be looking for the
next best thing soon enough.
Something fresher.
But we'll cross that
bridge when we come to it.
'Tis time to go.
Your wee son's filled his belly,
by the look of it.
Ye've much to be thankful for.
The bairn is safe and well and with ye.
[soft music plays]
I ask you, as directed in this book,
hath this child been
already baptized or no?
No, he has not.
[minister] Very well.
Dearly beloved,
all men are conceived and born in sin.
And our Savior Christ
saith that none can enter
into the Kingdom of God,
except he be born anew
of water and of the Holy Spirit.
Grant, O Lord God,
to all who have been baptized
into the death and resurrection
of thy son, Jesus Christ,
that, as we have put
away the old life of sin,
so we may be renewed.
The Grants believe Dougal
may have reived their kine?
Christ Almighty!
Did you assure their messenger
we had nothing to do with it?
- I tried.
- [Colum] Oh, God.
There's no chance that Dougal
was involved, is there?
He was driving cattle
to market in Crieff.
It would have been difficult
for him to have raided
the Grants' cattle.
I wouldna put it past him.
He has the devil in him sometimes.
When is he to return?
A-Alec and the others have,
in fact, returned,
but yer-yer brother was not with them.
What?
What in God's name? Why?
I have been told that
he has traveled onwards
to a cattle auction at
the House of Nairne.
Surely not.
They don't keep cattle
at the House of Nairne.
Then what gave Dougal reason to go?
Lord and Lady Nairne
are devoted Jacobites.
How do ye ken this?
[Ellen] Lady Nairne has a
penchant for making matches.
She corresponds with me on occasion.
Damn Dougal to hell!
He'll have us all accused of treason!
The Grants are still Loyalists.
I- I will I will meet
with their bladier at once,
try and limit any adverse consequences,
and convince them that we are
innocent of any wrongdoing
and that we will pay the dowry
the very instant Dougal returns.
Aye.
We risk disrupting Ellen's
nuptials if we canna pay.
We'll be indebted to them.
They'll have cause to
seize MacKenzie lands.
Perhaps aligning ourselves
with the Grants was
misguided.
If Dougal pledges any MacKenzie coin
to the Jacobite cause,
we'll be finished.
I'll visit the House of Nairne at once,
intercept Dougal, seize the money.
[Ellen] The Laird of Clan MacKenzie?
Do you wish to raise more suspicion?
[Ned] Perhaps you could send Alec.
Alec? He canna rein Dougal in!
I'll go.
Bring our brother and your money back.
[Colum] You?
- You've no authority.
- [Ned] Under what pretense?
A social call upon Lady Margaret,
to personally invite her to my wedding.
If Dougal is there,
she'll bring me to him.
And I'll dissuade him of
further Jacobite dealings.
How exactly do ye think
ye'll avoid suspicion?
[Ellen] You said it yourself.
I've no authority.
In this circumstance, I am best suited
to protect our interests.
Luceo non uro.
[tense music plays]
Very well.
Go.
Christ.
Our fate's in Ellen's hands.
Hmm.
She always had yer da's trust.
Aye.
A man with a plan within a plan.
I fear she's just like him.
[minister] I baptize thee
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
Amen.
Thank you, Reverend.
I pray that this child,
my son and namesake,
Simon Fraser of Lovat,
may live the rest of his life
according to this most
excellent beginning.
[minister] Indeed.
I invite you all to offer your blessings
to the newest member
of our congregation.
Christ.
Look at you.
I must find you a wet nurse.
I'd rather not.
[baby fussing]
Excuse me. I must feed our son.
No congratulations to offer?
I must speak with Murtagh.
It's a meager congregation.
Where is everyone?
What did ye expect,
an audience fit for a king?
It doesna matter.
'Tis all a sham.
Ye're no' married.
I thought you, as pious as you are,
would approve.
Little more important
than an innocent child's immortal soul.
Oh, is that what we're doing, ah?
We're saving his soul,
at a Protestant kirk?
Well, I thought we were
taking a political stance,
a public one, at that.
Parliament has declared
that no future monarch
can be Catholic or
married to a Catholic.
I'm doing what I must.
They'll all regret their absence
when my son becomes king.
He may have a fierce Highland war cry,
but he'll have no throne
without an uprising.
Je suis prest.
Whatever comes our way, I'll be ready.
And you'll follow my lead, boy.
You have no scruples, do you?
Scruples are for the weak.
The strong have instincts for survival.
You wish to speak to Murtagh?
So do I.
Well, go and fetch him.
May I offer my blessings to the laird?
Such a precious bairn.
Murtagh!
Good day to ye.
Murtagh, stop!
My father wishes to
speak to ye, as do I.
I've no' heard or seen
from you since Beltane.
Where ye been, man?
[grunts]
[ominous music plays]
Ellen MacKenzie.
Murtagh, I swear to ye,
when I met her, I didna ken who she was.
And by the time I did, it was too late.
I'd fallen in love wi' her.
I didna ken how to tell you.
It doesna surprise me
that you fell for her,
nor does it surprise me
that she fell for you.
But you kept me in the dark.
I kent it would wound you,
and I didna wish to.
'Tis bad enough to lose
the lass to another man.
But to lose her to one I
considered my brother?
[Brian] Murtagh,
I never intended to betray ye.
It doesna matter!
Ye did.
[Balloch whistles]
I canna refuse yer da.
But I can refuse you.
[somber music plays]
We'll, uh, complete the register later,
in private, at Leathers,
when we have all the details in place.
Our dear Reverend will be joining us
for luncheon tomorrow.
Make the appropriate arrangements.
[coins jingling]
Have ye made any progress
with the Jacobites, Murtagh?
I have a sense of which way
most clans are leaning, aye.
And which way are we leaning?
That'll depend on the meeting
that's being held soon.
I intend to go.
Reserving my judgment till then.
Ah.
Well, take Brian with you.
If a rebellion is near and
you have to join the fight,
you might as well understand
for what and for whom
we'll be fighting for.
Is the coin for the Jacobites?
The price of my admission?
No, it is for my own purposes.
No one will question your presence
if you are with Murtagh.
Was it a woman or a wager?
[chuckles]
Never mind.
I know when it's better
to mind my own business.
But you will go to the meeting.
If I refuse?
Well then-then your mother
will suffer the consequences.
She's raised you to be unruly,
disobedient.
If you lay a hand on her
Do as I say, and I'll have no need
to punish her for your mistakes.
Hmm.
Better the lads settle
the quarrel on the road.
It's a shame they'll miss the wedding,
but I'd prefer to keep
it a private affair.
There should be enough there
to convince the minister
to do whatever I ask.
And make sure he brings the
register to Leathers, aye?
[birds chirping]
[indistinct chatter]
The MacKenzies had nothing whatsoever
to do with the reivin' of Grant cattle.
Just let me stop you there.
I was here barely a few minutes
before the truth revealed itself.
The place is alive with the rumors
rumors that were swiftly confirmed
by our friends in uniform here.
They're looking for the perpetrator.
Who?
Rob Roy MacGregor.
According to some of the patrons,
we're either to take it as
a grave insult as Loyalists
or as a mark of honor to be targeted,
an invitation to take up
the Jacobite cause alongside him.
Yes, well, Rob Roy is,
of course, a known Jacobite
and traitor to the crown.
But the, eh the Grants have avoided
any Jacobite associations until now.
I've urged Isaac to
stay loyal to the crown,
not just because I'm an Englishman,
but because it is the
wiser course of action.
Ned, I am absolutely sure of that.
Hm.
The MacKenzies would
be wise to follow suit.
Yes, so we shall.
[chuckles]
Good.
[Ned chuckles]
Well
[laughs]
it seems our immediate business
is concluded, thankfully.
I leave you feeling much
better than when I arrived.
I hope you're feeling
similarly, Mr. Grant?
I am hoping that our
business will be concluded
for a very, very long time.
I have come to think of you as a friend,
so I do hope you won't
take offense to that.
I wanted to thank you for
trying to help me find Julia.
My search has come to an end.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
I thought about what you said
at Beltane.
"Lingering in torment."
If I stay in the Grants' service,
then that is exactly what I will do.
Leave the Grants?
That's nearly impossible.
They will hunt you till
the end of the Earth.
You'd have to well and truly disappear.
I think I can manage that.
Well, I bid you safe passage.
[Bug] It sounds as if the Redcoats ken
where to find Rob Roy and
will be paying him a visit.
We should join them,
thank him for his compliment in person.
No, I must catch you up.
There's something of great importance
I must retrieve first.
Left yer manhood at
the brothel, have ye?
Word of warning to ye.
Tarry there too long,
and your cock will fall off!
[laughter]
[tense music plays]
Take the carriage where
it will not be seen.
I'll send for you later.
I hope you'll forgive me for
coming here unannounced.
Do come in. Please sit.
Always a pleasure to see you,
Miss MacKenzie,
albeit rather infrequently
since your father's passing.
Thank you.
I wanted to come in person
to invite you and Lord Nairne
to my wedding to Malcolm Grant.
A great honor.
I have no doubt we will
come if we're able.
And what am I to make of this?
The family of your husband-to-be
is decidedly loyal to the crown.
Aye.
[Lady Nairne] I suspect
you saw some of my guests
upon your arrival.
It's dangerous for you
to come here, is it not?
What is the true nature of this visit?
I have reason to believe
that my brother is here.
And I fear word of his
association with your cause
will disrupt my betrothal.
Then we must make haste.
The meeting has not yet begun.
[man] Kings are kittle
cattle to shoe behind,
as my auld granny used to say.
[laughter]
Who do we have here?
Good day.
Brian Fraser.
[Dougal] This is your cousin?
Simon Fraser's bastard son?
A relation, but not a close one.
Raibeart Ruadh MacGriogair.
It seems that we are both
of us outsiders, Mr. Fraser.
The notorious Rob Roy.
An honor.
Who wants to buy a cow?
[laughter]
[door opens]
Can I ask a favor of you?
You're my mistress now, are ye no'?
Not yet, though I fear that's why
the minister is coming.
What's all this for?
A gorgeous violet when in bloom.
But as summer fades,
these berries appear.
Aye, monk's pepper.
Otherwise known as chaste berry.
When ingested, it's said
that it can lessen your desire
and capability in the bedchamber.
For the Laird?
Precisely.
We could use this to season his food.
And then
[both laughing]
[lively music plays]
[indistinct chatter]
Forgive my not staying by your side.
There are other matters
I must attend to.
I trust you can handle
your affairs from here.
Aye.
Thank you.
[Dougal] She's good friends
with the MacKenzies.
Dougal.
Ellen, what in God's
name are ye doing here?
You shouldn't be seen here.
This is no' your business.
Colum made it my business.
Let us go now,
before this meeting begins.
[hammer pounding]
[Rob Roy] Reive from the rich
to restore a Stuart
monarch to the throne.
That's my motto!
[laughter]
I jest, of course, but
the time is comin' to decide
if we should rally behind our cause now
and rise up against Hanoverian rule
to restore our true King.
[all] Aye!
I say the time has come.
Guma fada beo an Stiubhart!
[all] Aye!
I've been called a brigand,
a thief, and a freebooter,
among other things.
And those are the polite versions.
[laughter]
But I am proud to add
Jacobite to that list.
[all] Aye.
[Rob Roy] I've been a hunted man
- [Ellen] Dougal.
- Be quiet.
[Rob Roy]an outlaw,
accused of the honorable
Highland practice of raiding cattle!
Ways and traditions are
being lost forever
[all] Aye.
[Rob Roy]trodden like muck
under the feet of the kine
that I drive from place to place
to earn an honest living.
[all] Aye.
But
if you've come here today,
then, like me, I'll wager
ye either have everything to lose
or nothing at all.
- [crowd mutters]
- Aye.
[Rob Roy] And if that's the case,
then join us.
Change yer fate.
Let us ignite a fire within ye
that'll keep Scottish
hearts burnin' bright
for centuries to come.
[all] Aye!
Do we have what we need to support him?
[crowd mutters]
[MacRannoch] A rebellion will be costly.
Clan MacKenzie's prepared to provide.
[crowd mutters]
As War Chieftain,
I pledge the strength
of our fighting men,
and the coin to help arm
anyone who will join us!
[crowd mutters]
Dougal, you can't promise that money
without Colum's blessing.
Can you no' see that
I'm doing us a favor?
Persuade Malcolm Grant
to take up the cause,
and ye will finally have done
something useful with yer life.
You stubborn fool.
[tense music plays]
- You'll be the death of us.
- Och.
[MacRannoch] A generous pledge,
to be sure.
And more may be on the way.
'Tis rumored that the Earl of Mar
has grown disillusioned in Parliament.
It's said he'll make his way to Scotland
to garner support.
An encouraging sign.
- I think we're ready!
- [all] Aye!
[MacRannoch] I hope you'll agree.
- Much to ponder.
- [all] Aye.
Let's do it o'er a drink.
[all] Yeah!
To the glory of Caledonia.
[all] To the glory of Caledonia!
[uplifting music plays]
Seema?
Darling, there you are!
I was worried when you didn't come home.
Please, please, stop.
I don't want you to be her.
But I thought after we lay together
as a husband and wife would,
you felt better.
God, that was a terrible mistake.
I wasn't in my right
mind last time I saw you.
I was-I was in grief.
I think I might have left
something very precious to me here.
It was a necklace that Julia gave me.
Please, if you have it, I will give you
everything that I have to get it back.
Thank you.
Thank you. [crying softly]
I thought this would have
been lost to me forever.
You know I can be whoever you want.
Whatever you want.
I want to make your life better,
the way you've made mine.
Your warmth, your kindness
has made it all bearable now.
I am sorry.
I can't stay.
Perhaps this will help make things
a little more bearable for you.
[somber music plays]
Help you start afresh.
Why must you leave?
Because this time has stolen from me.
It has taken my wife.
It's taken my child.
The life that I fought for is gone.
There is still someone who needs me.
And I must return to her.
I must-I must get back to the stones.
Must get back to Craigh na Dun.
I don't know where you've come from.
And I don't care.
Take me with you.
I can't.
I don't even know how I
can get there myself,
but I must try.
[Ellen] We do need to
get the money back.
I know what I'm doing, all right?
- Just trust me.
- [Ellen] Listen to me.
You understand nothing of this world.
Dougal?
Murtagh, do me a favor, would you?
Aye.
Keep an eye on my sister.
Miss MacKenzie, I hope you dinna
put yourself at risk by being here.
Well, it's not just me.
Does Mistress Fitzgibbons
know you're here?
[chuckles]
No, but you're a lady.
Some of these men are no' to be trusted.
[Ellen] I didn't know
you were a Jacobite.
I've no' decided one way or another
where to pledge my trust.
[Malcolm] Lady Ellen?
I told ye the MacKenzies
were up to no good.
No one listens to me.
Quiet!
What are ye doing in such a place?
Mr. Grant,
what an awful circumstance
I've found myself in.
I came to invite my friend,
Lady Nairne, to our wedding,
and discovered that my
brother Dougal is here
under the sway of the Jacobite cause.
You know how rash Dougal
can be in judgment.
I do indeed.
But as Loyalists, our families should be
aligned on the matter.
And I thought I could dissuade
Dougal from his recklessness
without disrupting our nuptials.
I prayed the extent of his affiliation
wouldn't be discovered.
Now I worry that my presence here
will be the ruin of our engagement.
When your father hears of this
My father doesna need to know.
But you must leave at once.
I havena come alone.
- [Capt. Fleming] Halt!
- [crowd muttering]
Stay where you are!
[crowd muttering]
Which one of you is Rob Roy MacGregor?
That would be me.
You're under arrest
for stealing cattle from Clan Grant.
Have you anything to
say for yourself, Sir?
Aye.
This is an auction.
So tell your men not to
make any sudden movements,
or I'll have sold more
kine today than I hoped.
[laughter]
Captain Fleming, I'm satisfied
you found the outlaw
and wish to handle
this matter internally.
Are you mad?
[Capt. Fleming] You no longer
wish for our assistance
in returning your property
to you, Mr. Grant?
Clan Grant will see that our
property is restored to us.
Call off your men.
Very good, sir.
Though, unfortunately,
robbery is not the only crime
in question here today.
And as agents of the crown,
we are forced to make a great
many additional arrests.
- [crowd muttering]
- [Malcolm] On what charge?
[Capt. Fleming] Suspicion of Jacobitism.
[Malcolm] Without proof?
[Capt. Fleming] Being in
the company of Rob Roy,
a known Jacobite,
well, that's reason enough.
- Round them up!
- [gunshot]
[crowd shouting]
[chaotic music plays]
Lady Ellen!
Take the money, lads, now!
[officer] Halt!
I canna let ye go this time.
I canna refuse Malcolm's hand.
But his da can refuse me.
Isaac Grant will surely
deem me unsuitable to marry
when he hears of this.
Aye, get yer hands off my sister!
- [both grunting]
- [Ellen] Dougal!
Ellen, a Fraser? Seriously?
The bastard of Da's sworn enemy?
You canna tell Colum!
Ye're a fool if ye think
I'll keep yer secret.
Speak of this to Colum,
and I'll tell him
of your exploits here.
MacKenzie money isna Colum's alone.
A war chieftain needs a war chest.
Well, if you think our
brother, the Laird,
will make that distinction
when he learns that you tried
to donate my dowry to
the Jacobite cause,
you're a bigger fool than I.
He'll turn you over for treason himself.
Ye're too clever for yer own good.
My horse!
Murtagh, jump on.
Murtagh, let's go!
My English rose, you look ravishing.
Except for one detail.
Mistress Veal will nurse
the child from now on.
I see.
[whispering] Please be careful with him.
[somber music plays]
Shall we, Reverend?
[minister] Let us begin.
[energetic music plays]
Hyah!
[horse neighs]
Where are you going?
Can't a man be left alone
to-to mourn in peace?
[tense music plays]
A legitimate birth in the eyes of man
and God.
Tonight, my dear,
we consummate our union
as husband and wife.
I was just trying to clear my head.
[Arch Bug] Out yer head with grief, eh?
Well, if ye're hoping the fairies
will take you away at Craigh na Dun,
you're more hopeless than I thought.
Ah, yer whore told us where to find ye.
I told you you'd no' find
a good woman in there.
So what happens to me now?
Well, lucky for you, ye're still needed
as the Grants' bladier.
We have a pressing matter at hand.
[clicks tongue]
The Laird has a job for you.
Did cook do something to this?
Mmm.
It's very good.
It's very good indeed. [chuckles]
Don't you think so?
Mmm. Yes, it's delicious.
Hmm.
Mmm!
It's well seasoned.
I'll tell cook you like it.
A bit more spice than usual, perhaps.
But it's very good.
[light music playing]
This is Fraser tartan.
Why do ye have this, lass?
Were ye handfast?
Lord in heaven.
To a Fraser?
Not my dear nephew,
Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser?
He's always had eyes for ye,
but ye never seemed to notice.
I- I thought ye were blind to it!
Oh, you canna keep it.
No, you willna burn it!
[somber music plays]
'Tis mine.
Then hide it well.
And we willna speak of it again,
for all our sakes.
[Mrs. Fritz] Some fresh air will do ye
the world of good, lass.
Aye.
[knock at door]
[Mrs. Fritz] What is it?
The Laird requires Lady Ellen's presence
in the Great Hall.
[Mrs. Fritz] Now?
She wants to go for a wee
ride before nightfall.
[servant] He wants to see her at once.
[indistinct whispering]
[Dougal] The world is
changing beneath you, brother.
That was rash.
[Dougal] Our alliances
are no concern of yours.
The Grants are still loyalists.
[Dougal] You should be continuing
what da tried to set up for us.
[Colum] You are a filthy, squandering
Whatever Dougal has told you,
it's not true.
'Tis not news from Dougal that
is of grave concern to me.
We've received word from the Grants.
Mr. Gowan. Mr. Grant.
The Grant's bladier has come,
with regrets,
to deliver a request.
Not a request.
A demand, of you, Ellen.
A demand?
Of what nature?
The Grants received a letter
regarding your character.
It has given Isaac Grant a reason
to call your purity into question.
This particular correspondence
has raised some concern.
We cannot be certain
the accusation is true.
Which is why a test must be performed
to ascertain whether or
not your virtue is intact.
[somber music plays]
I am sorry.
Leave us.
By God, you'd better pray you pass.
Not as clever as you
thought you were, sister.
Ye have made yer bed.
Let us hope ye dinna die in it.
[horse neighs]
[Lovat] Ah, Brian.
Cook made the most exquisite meal
in celebration of my recent nuptials.
I'm sure she has more
if you're hungry after your journey.
- You've been married?
- Aye.
I'm sorry you weren't with us,
as was my new bride.
Is that why you sent me
on a fool's errand?
To spy on the Jacobites
so you could proceed unhindered here?
Redcoats came.
I was almost arrested,
accused of treason.
Well, thank God you're home safely, lad.
I'd never want any harm to befall you.
You're far too useful to me now.
I've done nothing to help you.
Oh, on the contrary.
You've helped me greatly by
ensnaring the MacKenzie lass.
Balloch told me.
[ominous music plays]
I'm proud of you.
[Lovat chuckles]
It appears you finally
followed my advice
and took what you wanted.
It's not what you think.
[Lovat] It doesn't matter.
A seed of doubt has been planted
regarding Lady MacKenzie's virtue.
And doubts have a very
nasty way of growing.
Let's see if our sworn enemies
can survive a ruinous scandal.
[bed creaking]
[Lovat] Come on now, boy!
[grunting]
Come on now!
Come on!
[grunting]
Damn it.
It's no good.
Is-is all well?
[Lovat] What's the matter with him?
Your heir is proof that
we've done our duty.
Rest now, knowing that your
line has been extended.
I shall return to my quarters.
[Lovat] No.
Fetch some more food.
Maybe some more spice will
wake the Old Fox from his hole.
Of course.
Excuse me. I won't be long.
[cheerful music plays]
[sighs]
[indistinct chatter]
[minister] That was quick.
[chuckles]
Thank you for the wee dram
to keep me warm on the ride home.
And I-I'm grateful for the hospitality.
And the kirk is grateful
for Lord Lovat's charitable donation.
[laughs]
Oh, I canna
canna seem to steady myself.
- Whoa!
- [horse neighs]
[ominous music plays]
[Lovat snoring]
[soft music plays]
[whispering] Henry.
Oh, my darling.
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