Outlander: Blood of My Blood (2025) s02e01 Episode Script
Remembrance Day
1
[Julia] Previously
[Brian] I never asked yer name.
- Ellen MacKenzie.
- I'm Brian.
[Mrs. Fitz] Jacob swore to her
that she doesna have to take a husband,
and 'tis no secret that she doesna wish to.
Lady Ellen's to be
married to Malcolm Grant.
[Colum] Did you promise
coin to the cause?
What the devil were you thinking?
This is Grant money
you're gambling with!
You bring an offer of a
betrothal to the Grants,
and perhaps we could help each other.
[Julia] I came to the Highlands
with my husband on holiday.
- Julia!
- You've been sold to us.
And here you'll stay.
[Arch Bug] The Laird is losing his patience
with this search nonsense, as am I.
- Do you want me to kill him?
- Not yet.
But watch him more closely.
I'll find a way out of my betrothal.
- I swear it.
- We will.
[Lovat] Did you hear that,
Mistress Porter?
Julia is carrying my child.
This is mine and Henry's baby.
[Maisri] When the fate of our nation
is in peril, he'll have his part to play.
Then it is as the prophecy foretold.
You're carrying a future king.
Am I not the laird of our clan?
No, I'm the war chieftain, not a bairn.
This is Fraser Tartan. Were ye handfast?
You are the son of Simon Fraser,
sworn enemy of Red Jacob.
They'll kill you.
[Julia] I named him William.
After my grandfather.
You have my heart and my soul.
[Colum] Ellen is gone.
Find my brother. His skills are crucial.
Ye've jilted me?
[flesh squelches]
[grunts]
[grunts]
Did you not see which direction
that wretched admirer took them?
[Ellen] The Jacobite rebellion?
To ignore the call is
to face certain death.
- I will stand with you.
- Henry, you must go.
My heart is with you,
William, and Claire.
[buzzing]
[Henry groaning, grunting softly]
[grunts]
[lights buzzing]
Where am I?
The Inverness Lunatic Asylum.
I'm Dr. Perryman.
Can you confirm your name?
[groaning softly]
Henry Grant. Henry Grant.
Where's my wife?
Where's my son?
No one else was with you
when you were found.
I oh.
No, no. No, I need to go.
No, I I have to help them.
The straightjacket's just a precaution.
The police sergeant that brought you
here was worried you might pose a danger
to yourself or to others,
but we'll see about that.
[eerie music plays]
[Henry panting]
Do you remember how you
got here, Mr. Grant?
No.
I can't stay here.
[grunts] I can't stay here.
You suffered a serious blow to the head
- and a wound to the shoulder.
- Huh?
You were stitched up in the infirmary,
but we'll need to keep
a close eye on you.
You're likely concussed.
Why am I here?
You were found out on the moors,
by all accounts,
looking like you just fought
at the Battle of Bannockburn
and with the attitude of a
Highland warrior as well.
You tried to force your
way out of the infirmary.
You said some worrisome things.
They had to sedate you.
That light, it's electric.
Yes.
I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm not supposed to be here.
- So you keep saying.
[Henry] What?
- Do you know what day it is?
- Um
[Perryman] Or what year it is perhaps?
[gasps softly] It's, uh
19-19-1915.
Can you tell me the name of
the current prime minister?
Stanley Baldwin. Bonar Law.
I-I don't know. I
It's 1924
and Ramsay MacDonald's
the prime minister.
I need to find Julia. She's in danger.
Who is Julia?
My wife.
[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 lèèè ♪
Hi a bho ♪
Hoireann eile o ♪
'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghràààdh ♪
Agus m' eudail o ♪
[gentle music playing]
[Henry and Julia both panting]
[Julia] I don't understand.
Why isn't it working?
[tense music playing]
[horse neighs]
[Arch Bug] Hurry!
Come on!
Go. Henry, go!
I won't leave you.
Okay.
Stay back! Don't come any closer!
Or else what?
Ye'll harm this woman and her child?
Just let us go, please!
I won't hurt her, I swear!
An ironclad oath ye've
sworn to us Grants.
'Tis your duty to come
back and mine to make ye.
Death is the only way out.
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[baby crying]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[tense music playing]
[grunting]
[baby crying]
[grunts]
[groans, gasps]
[buzzing]
[baby crying]
[Henry grunts]
[Julia] Henry.
[Henry mumbles]
[whooshing]
[baby crying]
Where is he?
- Damned coward!
[sobs]
[Arch Bug] We'll find him.
[sobbing]
[Arch Bug] So ye're Lovat's wife, then?
[gasps] Yeah. Yes.
[gasping]
[Arch Bug] Bloody mad bladier's convinced
himself ye're his Julia Beauchamp.
Thinks the bairn's his too.
Well, thank God you
were able to help us.
[somber music playing]
Dinna fash.
We'll take you back to your husband.
Thank you.
Come.
[gentle folk music playing]
If the lairds decide
you must go to fight
you will come back to me.
Never doubt it.
You are mine
as I am yours.
Where else would I belong but with ye?
And one day, when all this has passed
we'll have a bit o' land
and a house
filled with the life we
mean to make together.
I'd rather die than doubt your word
but war is brutal and unfair.
If war takes me from ye,
I will not let it take all of me.
If God wills it,
I'll give you a piece of me to carry.
[both breathing deeply]
[gasping]
[both moaning]
[tense music playing]
[dogs barking distantly]
[dogs barking]
A life with you.
The Lord.
A bit o' ground to work.
[chuckles softly] Some noisy weans.
[chuckles softly]
That'll do me well.
That's all I want.
You coming in from the fields,
and me chiding the bairns
to dust themselves off,
quieten down before dinner.
[tender music playing]
Some might call that a small life.
Let them.
It'd be ours.
There's a poetry about you, Ellen,
but I don't think it's my words
that made ye fall in love with me.
[chuckles] No.
'Tis your soul
that speaks to mine
in a language I think
only angels understand.
[Murtagh] Brian, Ellen.
There are MacKenzie
men out in the woods.
- We have to go.
[Murtagh] Aye.
[Murtagh] And better be quick about it.
[apprehensive music playing]
They're looking for me, not you.
- I'll die before I let them take ye.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
This is the path we chose,
the only life that's ours.
That was before the crosses were lit.
You've sworn an oath to your laird.
- You must go to him.
- To hell with my oath to him.
My oath to you is the
only oath in matters.
We must hurry.
They will kill both of
you if they find you,
but they willna harm me,
not MacKenzie men.
They'll take me back to Leoch.
My brothers will be angry, but
They'll beat you, Ellen.
They might, but you will be sleeping
with a sword and a musket
by your side no matter what.
Would you rather face
the enemy as a soldier
or run from them as a fugitive?
You're a man of honor, Brian Fraser,
an honorable soul,
and, deep down, you ken that above all,
that is why I love you.
Our handfast.
Less than a year and a
day before we must marry.
You will be my wife before God.
[gentle folk music playing]
Aye.
But you have a war to fight.
So do I.
After
we will be together without hindrance.
'Tis for the best, man.
I canna believe he's gone.
The worst of days.
You have our sincere condolences.
- God rest his soul.
[Ned] Aye.
[Uncle Mac] Someone must pay for this.
That's what my clan will be saying.
And I think that we all
know who's to blame.
And who is that,
pray tell?
A certain fickle and
stone-hearted sister of yours.
You're in grief, Mr. Grant,
as all of us are.
Let us not say anything
that we might regret.
How could Ellen have had anything to do
with your nephew's death?
She wasna here, as well you ken.
My men are out searching
for her as we speak.
'Tis no secret that young Mr. Grant's
heart was broken at being jilted.
I'm sure we can all attest to the fact
that he was deep in his cups
after his sister's wedding.
Perhaps he fell.
What, on his own dirk?
A Grant laird would never
compromise his dignity
in that way over a mere lassie.
What, he's so drunk that he loses
his wits entirely, while in this castle?
Ye think I'm a fool.
What are you accusing us of, eh?
Others have done more foolish
things in the name of love.
Aye.
Who will be laird now?
[Dougal] Aye, my brother is right.
You have much to gain from
Young Malcolm's death.
What are you accusing me of?
You spare us this false outrage.
How dare you insult my honor!
You want to talk about honor?
The crosses are lit. War is coming.
At Braemar, ye declared
yerself for the Jacobites.
Our families are united
whether we like it or not,
and we must put our differences aside.
The Grants' declaration,
though from my lips,
was made under my nephew's lairdship.
It was a test to see if
he would stand up to me.
A new laird would be within his rights
to declare for the loyalists.
For the time being, until a new
laird is chosen, that will be you.
Aye, I suppose it will.
Then I will see you on the battlefield.
If we decide to fight.
Perhaps ye'll be standing
by his lairdship's side.
[exhales sharply]
Well, for the sake of both our clans,
I hope so.
[Ned] For the sake of both our clans,
I think we should draw this
conversation to an end.
Aye.
And in conclusion, I think we can
all agree that your nephew's
death was a terrible tragedy.
[ominous music playing]
Mistress MacKenzie,
please come back to your chamber.
Ye've had a horrible shock.
I want to see my brother.
[trembles] They canna keep him from me.
God in heaven.
My poor Malcolm.
[Uncle Mac] Maura.
Have ye no' seen?
None of the windows have been opened.
The clocks havena been stopped.
Why are the proper
respects no' being paid?
I'm gonna ensure that they are, lass.
I'm gonna take him home.
Now, I'm sorry I have to leave you so soon,
but I must.
I'll be stuck here with the women then.
The MacKenzies will
get what they deserve,
but ye must be patient.
First, I must bury yer brother.
Promise me.
When the war is over,
he will have the funeral he deserves.
Aye.
And until then, we must pray that
Mr. Bug finds that damn bladier,
so that I may have the legal protections
I require to lead the clan and
ensure that I'm formally
installed as laird.
Keep me abreast of the goings-on here.
[dogs barking]
[MacKenzie man] Here! She's over here!
[MacKenzie man] Caleb! Up here!
[MacKenzie man] Take her now!
[MacKenzie man] Do it!
[energetic music playing]
Lady Ellen.
You need look no further, Caleb.
You may take me back to Leoch.
You've repeatedly said that your wife
and son are in danger.
Let's try and provide the police
with as much information as possible
so they can find them. All right?
I told you, it has to be me.
The police won't be able to find them.
Why not?
Did you do something to harm them?
[Henry] No, of course I didn't.
I know you think I'm mad, but
I don't think you're
a lunatic, Mr. Grant.
I think you're a man who
has suffered immensely
and deserves every chance at recovery.
The police
very kindly
let me hold on to this
for now
to try and convey to you the
severity of what's happened,
how badly you need help.
This was in your shoulder.
Luckily, the wound wasn't grave.
How did it get there?
What exactly do you want me to say?
I want you to admit
you need help.
If I had to guess,
I'd say you have some
lingering shell shock,
neurosis.
It can cause delusions,
be extremely debilitating.
Nightmares. Waking nightmares.
[sobs]
I think you're living in a fantasy
of your mind's own making.
But you weren't clashing
with the Jacobites
at the Battle of Sheriffmuir.
You were on the Western Front,
1915 or thereabouts.
Just, none of it makes any sense.
Sometimes, we have to
tell ourselves stories
to make it all seem a
bit more palatable
But now
we need to separate fact from fiction.
[soft dramatic music playing]
Thank you.
It wasn't your fault, Balloch.
What an ordeal ye must have had, lass.
I'm sorry for ye, truly.
I willna lie.
Selfish though it may be, 'tis a joy
to see this wee mite's face again.
And yours.
I hope you didn't suffer
too greatly on our account,
especially since it's all been in vain.
Dinna fash, lass.
Forgive the haste.
When he saw the horses outside,
Lovat bid me to
bring ye both to him at once.
[baby babbles]
[knocking]
[sighs]
My Lord, we are returned to you.
[cup clatters, shatters]
- Let me see my son.
- Are you well?
And poor dear Balloch.
I hope you weren't too hard on him.
He was no match for
that depraved Grant man.
- Give him to me.
- Please forgive me.
I'm-I'm shaken.
He is unharmed then?
Yes, yes, but he needs his rest.
- So if you will excuse us
- I am his father.
Davina,
mind Simon.
[baby babbles]
[Davina shushes]
[exhales, sniffles]
Did that disgusting bladier
interfere with you?
Dry your tears, my pet.
I will deign to reclaim you as my wife.
Oh. No, I am untouched.
Oh, I'm just happy to be home.
[Lovat] My sweet rose.
I'm glad your delicate pink petals
have not been plucked by anyone else.
I need your fragrant bloom.
I need your warmth against me.
My lord, you have been drinking.
What did you expect?
Cursed crosses lit for war!
Wife and-and heir abducted!
Bastarding bastard of a
son nowhere to be found!
Where is that bull-pizzle, Brian?
You ought to rejoice, my lord.
The seer spoke of times such as these,
said you would emerge victorious.
Well, surely you will go and fight.
I will need men,
although convincing them to
follow me will be a trial,
given my
present situation.
But that is my intention, yes.
Oh, my heart skips to
think of you as a soldier,
so dashing in a bright new coat.
Let me be a dutiful wife
and help you prepare.
First, I will make you a sobering,
warm cup of tea
to cleanse your spirit
and ease your soul.
Very well.
[tense music plays]
Welcome home.
[sobbing]
Oh, lass.
Did the Grants kill your Henry?
Oh, thank the Lord for his mercy.
[gasps, sobs]
They chased us all the
way up to Craigh na Dun.
- To the stone circle?
- Mm.
By God's bodikins.
What?
I dare no' speak my assumption aloud
for fear you might curse
me or take away my sight.
Davina.
You think me simple, lass,
but I've always kent it
from the moment I saw ye.
Yer hair, unnaturally short.
Strange garb, an odd manner of speaking,
even for a Sassenach.
Your hands as smooth as silk.
A-a servant who can read.
You ken things that no woman should.
Ye're one of the faerie folk.
[chuckles]
Open your eyes, Davina.
[soft music plays]
Please.
I am not a faerie.
A cunning woman
or a witch of some kind then.
You canna deny it.
There is something rare
and remarkable about ye.
I come from another time
A time many years from now.
So does Henry.
[sighs]
King George V?
Yes, yes.
[chuckles, sniffles]
He is king, in the time I come from,
'Twas such a peculiar thing
to say when first we met.
- Yeah.
- I've wondered about it often.
We came by accident through the stones.
And we've been trying
to get back ever since
to our beautiful daughter, Claire.
Arch Bug caught up to
us when we were trying
to pass through the stones, and
Henry somehow went through
without me and the baby.
I don't know how,
and I don't know why.
Davina,
she is only five years old,
and on the 20th of October,
she will turn six,
and I'm going to miss her birthday.
How will I bear it?
How will she bear it?
I love her more than life itself.
A part of my heart
part of my heart is missing,
and I'm afraid it always will be.
If I can't-
if I can't get back to her, Davina
God, please, God.
Oh, please, God, let Henry be with her.
[grunts]
Your comfort is my priority, Mr. Grant.
You must relax if this
is to be successful.
[Henry] If what is to be successful?
No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What-what are these for?
Electricity is a powerful
therapeutic agent.
This is a unique opportunity.
Oh, uh
to do-to do what, exactly?
Don't.
- You'll bite your tongue.
- Huh?
I want you to go back in your mind
to your time as a soldier, hmm?
Think of the war.
[gunfire]
[grunting]
[soldier] Keep moving!
[gunfire, wind whooshing]
[gagging]
[soldier] Come on!
[explosions, gunfire]
[gags, retches]
[Dr. Perryman] The
human mind is complex.
We'll have to assess things as we go.
[somber music plays]
[Julia] Oh, I'm so sorry, Henry.
I tried.
It's a triumph.
Look at this. I
I can't take this to the service.
It's not about poppies and wire.
Remembrance Day is about remembering.
When we do that, we bring the boys
that we left over there back home.
Every year, I watch you put this on,
and I wonder.
What?
I wonder if it takes you back there
to those memories,
if it still hurts as much.
Of course it does.
But then I see you,
and I hear Claire laughing,
and that brings me back home.
Both of you do.
You see,
when I'm with you
everything else
goes quiet.
[tender music playing]
Henry.
[Henry] Come on.
They'll have started without us.
Claire, sweetheart. Time to go.
Can you run and fetch
your coat and hat, please?
- Mm-mm.
- What's the matter?
Floppy's lost.
Oh, Christ.
Bit of a situation.
- Floppy's gone AWOL.
- Ah. Right.
Well, is she on the
chair or by her books?
Oh, just
you see, the next F-L-O-P-P-Y we get,
we buy ten of the bloody things.
She'll never let us leave without her.
[Henry] We're quite
late enough as it is.
Where's Floppy?
Oh, don't worry, my darling.
- She'll be somewhere.
- Ah.
Taking a little nap in
Mummy and Daddy's bed.
[gasps]
[Henry] Right.
Everyone present and correct?
Second time's the charm.
Run and get your coat, my little love.
[Claire giggling]
- It's time to go.
Claire?
[eerie music playing]
Time for your next treatment, Mr. Grant.
[electricity crackling, bed rattling]
Claire?
[Claire] Daddy!
Daddy!
[Claire giggling]
[whimpering]
[Perryman] On the war.
[device clicking, electricity crackling]
[Henry screams] Julia!
Claire?
[screams]
[objects rattling]
[screams] Claire!
[Perryman, distorted] Let's keep going.
[intense crackling distortion]
Ready?
Let's go.
[Henry] Something's wrong.
Something's missing.
What were you thinking about?
I don't know.
Julia. Julia.
You're using her as a shield
for your inability to cope.
You need to think of
the men in your unit
- Julia.
- of the horrors you saw.
[groans]
Nurse Wilson, if you'd be so kind.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Please, please!
[screams]
- Let's increase the voltage.
[Henry, muffled] No!
- It's for your own good.
[screaming]
No! No!
[buzzing, crackling]
[buzzing]
[buzzing]
[bed rattling]
Oh,
God be praised.
You're home.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I should think so.
I've been sick with worry.
All's forgiven when I see yer faces.
Yer father will want to see ye.
Good luck with that.
Come.
Where in the name of all
that's holy have you been?
I'm here now, am I no'?
You'll start gathering men at
once for our military campaign.
For the Jacobites?
No, for the red-coated dogs
who gloated when my lands
and titles were taken from me.
Well, who else, lad?
Have you something to say?
Will anyone follow you
after yer scandals?
I'll make them.
I'll persuade every Fraser man,
woman, and child
that I'm their true laird,
the only one who can
reverse our clan's fortunes
and restore prosperity.
You care only about your own prosperity.
I'll fight for ye and for the clan
because I'm a Fraser,
and I swore an oath.
But know that's because of the
oath I swore to you as my laird,
not out of any love I
bear for ye as a father.
[soft tense music playing]
Ye think your motives matter to me?
You're starting to think an
awful lot of yourself, boy.
Hold on to that attitude.
You'll need it to recruit men.
Fail me, and you'll bring
dishonor to your name,
whether you love me or not.
How could he have come from my loins?
You are a born leader.
Not everyone is blessed with the gifts
that God has given you.
Though I-I do wonder, my lord
[sighs]
if Brian knows best
how to recruit your men,
it is such a momentous opportunity.
It would be a shame if
the clan was weakened
by Brian's
inexperience.
Aye.
Aye, 'tis a worry indeed.
Though I am loath to
even suggest it, my lord,
given that I have been
parted from you so recently,
you may be forced to accompany him
to show him how a Fraser of Lovat
should properly conduct himself.
[electricity crackles]
[bell tolling]
Oh, our letters.
Hmm.
Hmm, what's this one?
A letter to an old girlfriend?
No.
No, it's worse than that.
Remember that young boy I tried
to save in Passchendaele?
- Private Charlton?
- Yes.
When he died, I, uh
I thought perhaps I should
write to his mother myself,
tell her about his last moments,
that he was thinking of her.
But you never sent this.
[Henry] Couldn't bring myself to.
Didn't know if it would
ease her suffering
or simply add to it.
Well,
we could send it to her now.
- After all these years?
- Yes.
It'll be like the poppies
that grew in Flanders Fields.
This
captures a moment in time.
We don't know how many we'll have,
so we make the best of each one,
because in each moment,
we're different than the moment before,
hopefully for the better. [chuckles]
[tender music playing]
I love you.
And I want to capture
you in this moment.
Then be with me in this moment.
[thunder rumbles]
Julia?
Julia, where have you gone?
[Nurse Wilson] Enough
of that talk, Mr. Grant.
There's no one here but us.
I- I was-I was looking for you.
My uncle has taken Malcolm home.
He deserved better than this.
Aye, maybe he did.
I ken ye didn't want this
marriage any more than I did.
[Dougal] No.
But
but here we are.
I only came to see if
you were well enough.
[pensive music playing]
I will be,
in time.
Then I will stay here
a while all the same.
[Nurse Wilson] Chaplain's here if
you'd like to talk to him, Mr. Grant.
C.
C.
C.
C.
C.
C.
That letter keeps coming to me.
And the date, the 20th of October
is it my wedding day, perhaps?
And the letter C.
C for cake then,
or, um, Craigh na Dun?
I heard you were found up near there.
The nurses told me they
found a St. Anthony necklace
amongst your things.
I wondered if, uh, it might
help you to have a wee chat.
[mumbles] The letter C.
I'm Reverend Wakefield.
[Henry] C.
Do you believe in God, Mr. Grant?
[Henry] If you think
God can help me now,
perhaps you belong in here.
[soft music playing]
Julia gave this to me.
[Wakefield] Is that your wife?
Do you know, I loved her
before I ever saw her face?
Can you believe that, Reverend?
And that sounds mad, doesn't it?
We exchanged letters in the war.
Now, surely, that's fate.
That must be destiny or-or God,
that two people could
find one another and-
and fall in love.
But the Lord, He giveth
and He taketh away.
Well, isn't that fortuitous
or providential even?
The doctor said I could
take down a letter for her,
if you like.
Yes, yes. Right.
You mustn't-you mustn't forget S-W-A-K.
Ah, yes, sealed with a kiss.
[Henry] Yes.
- How charming.
We'll pop that on the back of
the envelope when we finish
[Henry] No, no, no, no,
no, no, write that down.
Write that down there.
That's-that's something
I need to remember.
And, uh, and put-put-put
the letter C and the date,
the date, the 20th of October.
Put that down.
- That's not today's date.
- No, it-it doesn't matter.
It's, uh it will all help remind me.
Um, and put the letter-
put the name-the name Julia.
Now, that's-that's-that-
underline that- and-and the name Fraser.
Leathers, Leathers, and, um, something.
[snaps] Something about an insect.
What is it? Bug. Write Bug.
That's important. I don't know why.
Um, and-and the prophecy
about the king-that's-
well, that's the reason we're
all in this mess, isn't it?
Uh, put-put that down,
he thinks my son is next in line.
[ominous music playing]
Yes. Yes.
Oh, God.
Did you get all that?
What is your wife's address?
It doesn't matter.
It would never reach her.
She's not there.
I see.
You know, they don't let me
write anything down myself,
but there are some things
that I must not forget
if I'm to get back to her.
All right.
Why don't you hold on
to this for now, then?
And we'll start fresh.
Perhaps a-a wee note to
another relative, um, or-or a friend.
There's-there's no one else to write to.
C. C.
The 20th of October.
Time for your rest, Mr. Grant.
[Henry] C. C.
[Wakefield] Oh, Mrs. Graham,
thank heavens.
Just what I needed.
I'll let you do it the way you like it,
though you know I disapprove.
Aye. Cream first
and jam on top.
[Mrs. Graham] What a mess.
I wish you'd admit that
jam first is far superior.
If you say so, Mrs. Graham.
It's bloody delicious either way.
You know, I'm glad we disagree.
It's a reminder that we are
both of sound enough mind
to make a choice and blessed
with the freedom to choose.
Can't take that for granted.
Never seen you so
sentimental over a scone.
Oh, I shouldn't talk about it,
really, but
some of these wounded
souls in the asylum-
it's enough to break
your heart in pieces.
They're completely away with the faeries.
And when I say that, I mean it.
There's this one chap
they found him up near Craigh na Dun-
believes he's come from the past.
Poor sod.
And he's desperate to go back
because he thinks his wife's there.
[soft music playing]
To hear him talk about her,
his love for her was moving,
the stuff of fairy tales.
[Mrs. Graham] Well
- Don't say it.
Well, we have all heard the stories
folk disappearing,
men finding faerie wives.
Stories, aye.
They come from somewhere, Reverend.
Hmm.
You'd have any man who didn't believe
in our folklore locked up, wouldn't you?
Faeries, spirits, demons,
angels, the same thing.
We're part of the same world, perhaps.
There are things that go beyond
our understanding, as you well know.
Nothing wrong with
respecting the old ways.
Well, another case of
jam first, perhaps.
I just wish there was
something I could do to help.
They're in a prison twice over,
mentally and physically.
Most of them will be in there
the rest of their lives.
[tense music playing]
[door clacks open]
Did you miss me, brother?
[slaps]
How dare ye
after what you have done?
Why?
Why did ye run?
Why did you leave when you swore to me
that you would marry Malcolm?
And now he's dead.
I'm sick at the sight of her.
Take her away.
The question that you
should be asking me
is why I've come back.
You'll want to hear what I have to say.
Lock her up in the chapel.
[Julia] My darling.
[baby coos]
- Do you like the flowers?
[baby babbles]
[chuckles]
[Davina] I think that's an aye.
And so he should.
Delphiniums are his birth flower.
And your Zodiac sign is Leo.
Horoscopes are going to be all
the rage one day, my darling.
Horoscopes?
I'm a Virgo. Daddy is
a Taurus, of course.
And your sister is a Libra.
It's a way of, uh, trying to tell
the future by looking at the stars.
Oh.
Some things dinna change.
The seer.
Do you think she might know
anything about the stones?
[pensive music playing]
More than likely, aye.
And
if I was able to speak to her,
do you think that I could trust
that she'd be willing to help me?
We'd have to be careful,
but aye.
Maisri's seen beyond the veil.
She has talent.
Maisri's paid for her
services and for good reason.
- She's rarely wrong.
- Hmm.
She did mention a lass with
dark curls and clear blue eyes.
Your wee Claire?
[Julia] She said her
time is still to come,
but-but she was wrong
about the prophecy.
[Davina] There'll be some truth to it,
one way or another, you mark my words.
There are things beyond
our understanding,
do ye not think?
I'll believe anything if
there's enough evidence for it.
[baby babbles]
I must find a way to summon Maisri
without Lovat finding out.
[sighs] My darling.
We will move heaven and
Earth to be reunited
with Daddy and Claire.
[Nurse Wilson] Visitor
for you, Mr. Grant.
I don't know you.
Should I?
I'm Reverend Wakefield's
housekeeper, Mrs. Graham.
I often bring treats to share
with folk here on his behalf.
Would you like a biscuit?
I want to talk to you
about where you've been.
Why?
I don't need another person
to tell me I've lost my mind.
And what about your wife, Mr. Grant?
Have you lost her too?
[somber music playing]
I'm afraid that I'm starting to.
I don't remember the color of her eyes
or the sound of her laugh.
Sometimes, I worry that
she isn't even real.
But
I don't think I could have
imagined a love like that.
Hold that in your heart, Mr. Grant.
[whispers] I believe you.
I believe you came through time.
Then you'll help me?
Sub extracted from file & improved
[gulls squawking]
[kids] Nailed it.
[Julia] Previously
[Brian] I never asked yer name.
- Ellen MacKenzie.
- I'm Brian.
[Mrs. Fitz] Jacob swore to her
that she doesna have to take a husband,
and 'tis no secret that she doesna wish to.
Lady Ellen's to be
married to Malcolm Grant.
[Colum] Did you promise
coin to the cause?
What the devil were you thinking?
This is Grant money
you're gambling with!
You bring an offer of a
betrothal to the Grants,
and perhaps we could help each other.
[Julia] I came to the Highlands
with my husband on holiday.
- Julia!
- You've been sold to us.
And here you'll stay.
[Arch Bug] The Laird is losing his patience
with this search nonsense, as am I.
- Do you want me to kill him?
- Not yet.
But watch him more closely.
I'll find a way out of my betrothal.
- I swear it.
- We will.
[Lovat] Did you hear that,
Mistress Porter?
Julia is carrying my child.
This is mine and Henry's baby.
[Maisri] When the fate of our nation
is in peril, he'll have his part to play.
Then it is as the prophecy foretold.
You're carrying a future king.
Am I not the laird of our clan?
No, I'm the war chieftain, not a bairn.
This is Fraser Tartan. Were ye handfast?
You are the son of Simon Fraser,
sworn enemy of Red Jacob.
They'll kill you.
[Julia] I named him William.
After my grandfather.
You have my heart and my soul.
[Colum] Ellen is gone.
Find my brother. His skills are crucial.
Ye've jilted me?
[flesh squelches]
[grunts]
[grunts]
Did you not see which direction
that wretched admirer took them?
[Ellen] The Jacobite rebellion?
To ignore the call is
to face certain death.
- I will stand with you.
- Henry, you must go.
My heart is with you,
William, and Claire.
[buzzing]
[Henry groaning, grunting softly]
[grunts]
[lights buzzing]
Where am I?
The Inverness Lunatic Asylum.
I'm Dr. Perryman.
Can you confirm your name?
[groaning softly]
Henry Grant. Henry Grant.
Where's my wife?
Where's my son?
No one else was with you
when you were found.
I oh.
No, no. No, I need to go.
No, I I have to help them.
The straightjacket's just a precaution.
The police sergeant that brought you
here was worried you might pose a danger
to yourself or to others,
but we'll see about that.
[eerie music plays]
[Henry panting]
Do you remember how you
got here, Mr. Grant?
No.
I can't stay here.
[grunts] I can't stay here.
You suffered a serious blow to the head
- and a wound to the shoulder.
- Huh?
You were stitched up in the infirmary,
but we'll need to keep
a close eye on you.
You're likely concussed.
Why am I here?
You were found out on the moors,
by all accounts,
looking like you just fought
at the Battle of Bannockburn
and with the attitude of a
Highland warrior as well.
You tried to force your
way out of the infirmary.
You said some worrisome things.
They had to sedate you.
That light, it's electric.
Yes.
I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm not supposed to be here.
- So you keep saying.
[Henry] What?
- Do you know what day it is?
- Um
[Perryman] Or what year it is perhaps?
[gasps softly] It's, uh
19-19-1915.
Can you tell me the name of
the current prime minister?
Stanley Baldwin. Bonar Law.
I-I don't know. I
It's 1924
and Ramsay MacDonald's
the prime minister.
I need to find Julia. She's in danger.
Who is Julia?
My wife.
[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 lèèè ♪
Hi a bho ♪
Hoireann eile o ♪
'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghràààdh ♪
Agus m' eudail o ♪
[gentle music playing]
[Henry and Julia both panting]
[Julia] I don't understand.
Why isn't it working?
[tense music playing]
[horse neighs]
[Arch Bug] Hurry!
Come on!
Go. Henry, go!
I won't leave you.
Okay.
Stay back! Don't come any closer!
Or else what?
Ye'll harm this woman and her child?
Just let us go, please!
I won't hurt her, I swear!
An ironclad oath ye've
sworn to us Grants.
'Tis your duty to come
back and mine to make ye.
Death is the only way out.
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[baby crying]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[tense music playing]
[grunting]
[baby crying]
[grunts]
[groans, gasps]
[buzzing]
[baby crying]
[Henry grunts]
[Julia] Henry.
[Henry mumbles]
[whooshing]
[baby crying]
Where is he?
- Damned coward!
[sobs]
[Arch Bug] We'll find him.
[sobbing]
[Arch Bug] So ye're Lovat's wife, then?
[gasps] Yeah. Yes.
[gasping]
[Arch Bug] Bloody mad bladier's convinced
himself ye're his Julia Beauchamp.
Thinks the bairn's his too.
Well, thank God you
were able to help us.
[somber music playing]
Dinna fash.
We'll take you back to your husband.
Thank you.
Come.
[gentle folk music playing]
If the lairds decide
you must go to fight
you will come back to me.
Never doubt it.
You are mine
as I am yours.
Where else would I belong but with ye?
And one day, when all this has passed
we'll have a bit o' land
and a house
filled with the life we
mean to make together.
I'd rather die than doubt your word
but war is brutal and unfair.
If war takes me from ye,
I will not let it take all of me.
If God wills it,
I'll give you a piece of me to carry.
[both breathing deeply]
[gasping]
[both moaning]
[tense music playing]
[dogs barking distantly]
[dogs barking]
A life with you.
The Lord.
A bit o' ground to work.
[chuckles softly] Some noisy weans.
[chuckles softly]
That'll do me well.
That's all I want.
You coming in from the fields,
and me chiding the bairns
to dust themselves off,
quieten down before dinner.
[tender music playing]
Some might call that a small life.
Let them.
It'd be ours.
There's a poetry about you, Ellen,
but I don't think it's my words
that made ye fall in love with me.
[chuckles] No.
'Tis your soul
that speaks to mine
in a language I think
only angels understand.
[Murtagh] Brian, Ellen.
There are MacKenzie
men out in the woods.
- We have to go.
[Murtagh] Aye.
[Murtagh] And better be quick about it.
[apprehensive music playing]
They're looking for me, not you.
- I'll die before I let them take ye.
- That's what I'm afraid of.
This is the path we chose,
the only life that's ours.
That was before the crosses were lit.
You've sworn an oath to your laird.
- You must go to him.
- To hell with my oath to him.
My oath to you is the
only oath in matters.
We must hurry.
They will kill both of
you if they find you,
but they willna harm me,
not MacKenzie men.
They'll take me back to Leoch.
My brothers will be angry, but
They'll beat you, Ellen.
They might, but you will be sleeping
with a sword and a musket
by your side no matter what.
Would you rather face
the enemy as a soldier
or run from them as a fugitive?
You're a man of honor, Brian Fraser,
an honorable soul,
and, deep down, you ken that above all,
that is why I love you.
Our handfast.
Less than a year and a
day before we must marry.
You will be my wife before God.
[gentle folk music playing]
Aye.
But you have a war to fight.
So do I.
After
we will be together without hindrance.
'Tis for the best, man.
I canna believe he's gone.
The worst of days.
You have our sincere condolences.
- God rest his soul.
[Ned] Aye.
[Uncle Mac] Someone must pay for this.
That's what my clan will be saying.
And I think that we all
know who's to blame.
And who is that,
pray tell?
A certain fickle and
stone-hearted sister of yours.
You're in grief, Mr. Grant,
as all of us are.
Let us not say anything
that we might regret.
How could Ellen have had anything to do
with your nephew's death?
She wasna here, as well you ken.
My men are out searching
for her as we speak.
'Tis no secret that young Mr. Grant's
heart was broken at being jilted.
I'm sure we can all attest to the fact
that he was deep in his cups
after his sister's wedding.
Perhaps he fell.
What, on his own dirk?
A Grant laird would never
compromise his dignity
in that way over a mere lassie.
What, he's so drunk that he loses
his wits entirely, while in this castle?
Ye think I'm a fool.
What are you accusing us of, eh?
Others have done more foolish
things in the name of love.
Aye.
Who will be laird now?
[Dougal] Aye, my brother is right.
You have much to gain from
Young Malcolm's death.
What are you accusing me of?
You spare us this false outrage.
How dare you insult my honor!
You want to talk about honor?
The crosses are lit. War is coming.
At Braemar, ye declared
yerself for the Jacobites.
Our families are united
whether we like it or not,
and we must put our differences aside.
The Grants' declaration,
though from my lips,
was made under my nephew's lairdship.
It was a test to see if
he would stand up to me.
A new laird would be within his rights
to declare for the loyalists.
For the time being, until a new
laird is chosen, that will be you.
Aye, I suppose it will.
Then I will see you on the battlefield.
If we decide to fight.
Perhaps ye'll be standing
by his lairdship's side.
[exhales sharply]
Well, for the sake of both our clans,
I hope so.
[Ned] For the sake of both our clans,
I think we should draw this
conversation to an end.
Aye.
And in conclusion, I think we can
all agree that your nephew's
death was a terrible tragedy.
[ominous music playing]
Mistress MacKenzie,
please come back to your chamber.
Ye've had a horrible shock.
I want to see my brother.
[trembles] They canna keep him from me.
God in heaven.
My poor Malcolm.
[Uncle Mac] Maura.
Have ye no' seen?
None of the windows have been opened.
The clocks havena been stopped.
Why are the proper
respects no' being paid?
I'm gonna ensure that they are, lass.
I'm gonna take him home.
Now, I'm sorry I have to leave you so soon,
but I must.
I'll be stuck here with the women then.
The MacKenzies will
get what they deserve,
but ye must be patient.
First, I must bury yer brother.
Promise me.
When the war is over,
he will have the funeral he deserves.
Aye.
And until then, we must pray that
Mr. Bug finds that damn bladier,
so that I may have the legal protections
I require to lead the clan and
ensure that I'm formally
installed as laird.
Keep me abreast of the goings-on here.
[dogs barking]
[MacKenzie man] Here! She's over here!
[MacKenzie man] Caleb! Up here!
[MacKenzie man] Take her now!
[MacKenzie man] Do it!
[energetic music playing]
Lady Ellen.
You need look no further, Caleb.
You may take me back to Leoch.
You've repeatedly said that your wife
and son are in danger.
Let's try and provide the police
with as much information as possible
so they can find them. All right?
I told you, it has to be me.
The police won't be able to find them.
Why not?
Did you do something to harm them?
[Henry] No, of course I didn't.
I know you think I'm mad, but
I don't think you're
a lunatic, Mr. Grant.
I think you're a man who
has suffered immensely
and deserves every chance at recovery.
The police
very kindly
let me hold on to this
for now
to try and convey to you the
severity of what's happened,
how badly you need help.
This was in your shoulder.
Luckily, the wound wasn't grave.
How did it get there?
What exactly do you want me to say?
I want you to admit
you need help.
If I had to guess,
I'd say you have some
lingering shell shock,
neurosis.
It can cause delusions,
be extremely debilitating.
Nightmares. Waking nightmares.
[sobs]
I think you're living in a fantasy
of your mind's own making.
But you weren't clashing
with the Jacobites
at the Battle of Sheriffmuir.
You were on the Western Front,
1915 or thereabouts.
Just, none of it makes any sense.
Sometimes, we have to
tell ourselves stories
to make it all seem a
bit more palatable
But now
we need to separate fact from fiction.
[soft dramatic music playing]
Thank you.
It wasn't your fault, Balloch.
What an ordeal ye must have had, lass.
I'm sorry for ye, truly.
I willna lie.
Selfish though it may be, 'tis a joy
to see this wee mite's face again.
And yours.
I hope you didn't suffer
too greatly on our account,
especially since it's all been in vain.
Dinna fash, lass.
Forgive the haste.
When he saw the horses outside,
Lovat bid me to
bring ye both to him at once.
[baby babbles]
[knocking]
[sighs]
My Lord, we are returned to you.
[cup clatters, shatters]
- Let me see my son.
- Are you well?
And poor dear Balloch.
I hope you weren't too hard on him.
He was no match for
that depraved Grant man.
- Give him to me.
- Please forgive me.
I'm-I'm shaken.
He is unharmed then?
Yes, yes, but he needs his rest.
- So if you will excuse us
- I am his father.
Davina,
mind Simon.
[baby babbles]
[Davina shushes]
[exhales, sniffles]
Did that disgusting bladier
interfere with you?
Dry your tears, my pet.
I will deign to reclaim you as my wife.
Oh. No, I am untouched.
Oh, I'm just happy to be home.
[Lovat] My sweet rose.
I'm glad your delicate pink petals
have not been plucked by anyone else.
I need your fragrant bloom.
I need your warmth against me.
My lord, you have been drinking.
What did you expect?
Cursed crosses lit for war!
Wife and-and heir abducted!
Bastarding bastard of a
son nowhere to be found!
Where is that bull-pizzle, Brian?
You ought to rejoice, my lord.
The seer spoke of times such as these,
said you would emerge victorious.
Well, surely you will go and fight.
I will need men,
although convincing them to
follow me will be a trial,
given my
present situation.
But that is my intention, yes.
Oh, my heart skips to
think of you as a soldier,
so dashing in a bright new coat.
Let me be a dutiful wife
and help you prepare.
First, I will make you a sobering,
warm cup of tea
to cleanse your spirit
and ease your soul.
Very well.
[tense music plays]
Welcome home.
[sobbing]
Oh, lass.
Did the Grants kill your Henry?
Oh, thank the Lord for his mercy.
[gasps, sobs]
They chased us all the
way up to Craigh na Dun.
- To the stone circle?
- Mm.
By God's bodikins.
What?
I dare no' speak my assumption aloud
for fear you might curse
me or take away my sight.
Davina.
You think me simple, lass,
but I've always kent it
from the moment I saw ye.
Yer hair, unnaturally short.
Strange garb, an odd manner of speaking,
even for a Sassenach.
Your hands as smooth as silk.
A-a servant who can read.
You ken things that no woman should.
Ye're one of the faerie folk.
[chuckles]
Open your eyes, Davina.
[soft music plays]
Please.
I am not a faerie.
A cunning woman
or a witch of some kind then.
You canna deny it.
There is something rare
and remarkable about ye.
I come from another time
A time many years from now.
So does Henry.
[sighs]
King George V?
Yes, yes.
[chuckles, sniffles]
He is king, in the time I come from,
'Twas such a peculiar thing
to say when first we met.
- Yeah.
- I've wondered about it often.
We came by accident through the stones.
And we've been trying
to get back ever since
to our beautiful daughter, Claire.
Arch Bug caught up to
us when we were trying
to pass through the stones, and
Henry somehow went through
without me and the baby.
I don't know how,
and I don't know why.
Davina,
she is only five years old,
and on the 20th of October,
she will turn six,
and I'm going to miss her birthday.
How will I bear it?
How will she bear it?
I love her more than life itself.
A part of my heart
part of my heart is missing,
and I'm afraid it always will be.
If I can't-
if I can't get back to her, Davina
God, please, God.
Oh, please, God, let Henry be with her.
[grunts]
Your comfort is my priority, Mr. Grant.
You must relax if this
is to be successful.
[Henry] If what is to be successful?
No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
What-what are these for?
Electricity is a powerful
therapeutic agent.
This is a unique opportunity.
Oh, uh
to do-to do what, exactly?
Don't.
- You'll bite your tongue.
- Huh?
I want you to go back in your mind
to your time as a soldier, hmm?
Think of the war.
[gunfire]
[grunting]
[soldier] Keep moving!
[gunfire, wind whooshing]
[gagging]
[soldier] Come on!
[explosions, gunfire]
[gags, retches]
[Dr. Perryman] The
human mind is complex.
We'll have to assess things as we go.
[somber music plays]
[Julia] Oh, I'm so sorry, Henry.
I tried.
It's a triumph.
Look at this. I
I can't take this to the service.
It's not about poppies and wire.
Remembrance Day is about remembering.
When we do that, we bring the boys
that we left over there back home.
Every year, I watch you put this on,
and I wonder.
What?
I wonder if it takes you back there
to those memories,
if it still hurts as much.
Of course it does.
But then I see you,
and I hear Claire laughing,
and that brings me back home.
Both of you do.
You see,
when I'm with you
everything else
goes quiet.
[tender music playing]
Henry.
[Henry] Come on.
They'll have started without us.
Claire, sweetheart. Time to go.
Can you run and fetch
your coat and hat, please?
- Mm-mm.
- What's the matter?
Floppy's lost.
Oh, Christ.
Bit of a situation.
- Floppy's gone AWOL.
- Ah. Right.
Well, is she on the
chair or by her books?
Oh, just
you see, the next F-L-O-P-P-Y we get,
we buy ten of the bloody things.
She'll never let us leave without her.
[Henry] We're quite
late enough as it is.
Where's Floppy?
Oh, don't worry, my darling.
- She'll be somewhere.
- Ah.
Taking a little nap in
Mummy and Daddy's bed.
[gasps]
[Henry] Right.
Everyone present and correct?
Second time's the charm.
Run and get your coat, my little love.
[Claire giggling]
- It's time to go.
Claire?
[eerie music playing]
Time for your next treatment, Mr. Grant.
[electricity crackling, bed rattling]
Claire?
[Claire] Daddy!
Daddy!
[Claire giggling]
[whimpering]
[Perryman] On the war.
[device clicking, electricity crackling]
[Henry screams] Julia!
Claire?
[screams]
[objects rattling]
[screams] Claire!
[Perryman, distorted] Let's keep going.
[intense crackling distortion]
Ready?
Let's go.
[Henry] Something's wrong.
Something's missing.
What were you thinking about?
I don't know.
Julia. Julia.
You're using her as a shield
for your inability to cope.
You need to think of
the men in your unit
- Julia.
- of the horrors you saw.
[groans]
Nurse Wilson, if you'd be so kind.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Please, please!
[screams]
- Let's increase the voltage.
[Henry, muffled] No!
- It's for your own good.
[screaming]
No! No!
[buzzing, crackling]
[buzzing]
[buzzing]
[bed rattling]
Oh,
God be praised.
You're home.
I'm sorry, Ma.
I should think so.
I've been sick with worry.
All's forgiven when I see yer faces.
Yer father will want to see ye.
Good luck with that.
Come.
Where in the name of all
that's holy have you been?
I'm here now, am I no'?
You'll start gathering men at
once for our military campaign.
For the Jacobites?
No, for the red-coated dogs
who gloated when my lands
and titles were taken from me.
Well, who else, lad?
Have you something to say?
Will anyone follow you
after yer scandals?
I'll make them.
I'll persuade every Fraser man,
woman, and child
that I'm their true laird,
the only one who can
reverse our clan's fortunes
and restore prosperity.
You care only about your own prosperity.
I'll fight for ye and for the clan
because I'm a Fraser,
and I swore an oath.
But know that's because of the
oath I swore to you as my laird,
not out of any love I
bear for ye as a father.
[soft tense music playing]
Ye think your motives matter to me?
You're starting to think an
awful lot of yourself, boy.
Hold on to that attitude.
You'll need it to recruit men.
Fail me, and you'll bring
dishonor to your name,
whether you love me or not.
How could he have come from my loins?
You are a born leader.
Not everyone is blessed with the gifts
that God has given you.
Though I-I do wonder, my lord
[sighs]
if Brian knows best
how to recruit your men,
it is such a momentous opportunity.
It would be a shame if
the clan was weakened
by Brian's
inexperience.
Aye.
Aye, 'tis a worry indeed.
Though I am loath to
even suggest it, my lord,
given that I have been
parted from you so recently,
you may be forced to accompany him
to show him how a Fraser of Lovat
should properly conduct himself.
[electricity crackles]
[bell tolling]
Oh, our letters.
Hmm.
Hmm, what's this one?
A letter to an old girlfriend?
No.
No, it's worse than that.
Remember that young boy I tried
to save in Passchendaele?
- Private Charlton?
- Yes.
When he died, I, uh
I thought perhaps I should
write to his mother myself,
tell her about his last moments,
that he was thinking of her.
But you never sent this.
[Henry] Couldn't bring myself to.
Didn't know if it would
ease her suffering
or simply add to it.
Well,
we could send it to her now.
- After all these years?
- Yes.
It'll be like the poppies
that grew in Flanders Fields.
This
captures a moment in time.
We don't know how many we'll have,
so we make the best of each one,
because in each moment,
we're different than the moment before,
hopefully for the better. [chuckles]
[tender music playing]
I love you.
And I want to capture
you in this moment.
Then be with me in this moment.
[thunder rumbles]
Julia?
Julia, where have you gone?
[Nurse Wilson] Enough
of that talk, Mr. Grant.
There's no one here but us.
I- I was-I was looking for you.
My uncle has taken Malcolm home.
He deserved better than this.
Aye, maybe he did.
I ken ye didn't want this
marriage any more than I did.
[Dougal] No.
But
but here we are.
I only came to see if
you were well enough.
[pensive music playing]
I will be,
in time.
Then I will stay here
a while all the same.
[Nurse Wilson] Chaplain's here if
you'd like to talk to him, Mr. Grant.
C.
C.
C.
C.
C.
C.
That letter keeps coming to me.
And the date, the 20th of October
is it my wedding day, perhaps?
And the letter C.
C for cake then,
or, um, Craigh na Dun?
I heard you were found up near there.
The nurses told me they
found a St. Anthony necklace
amongst your things.
I wondered if, uh, it might
help you to have a wee chat.
[mumbles] The letter C.
I'm Reverend Wakefield.
[Henry] C.
Do you believe in God, Mr. Grant?
[Henry] If you think
God can help me now,
perhaps you belong in here.
[soft music playing]
Julia gave this to me.
[Wakefield] Is that your wife?
Do you know, I loved her
before I ever saw her face?
Can you believe that, Reverend?
And that sounds mad, doesn't it?
We exchanged letters in the war.
Now, surely, that's fate.
That must be destiny or-or God,
that two people could
find one another and-
and fall in love.
But the Lord, He giveth
and He taketh away.
Well, isn't that fortuitous
or providential even?
The doctor said I could
take down a letter for her,
if you like.
Yes, yes. Right.
You mustn't-you mustn't forget S-W-A-K.
Ah, yes, sealed with a kiss.
[Henry] Yes.
- How charming.
We'll pop that on the back of
the envelope when we finish
[Henry] No, no, no, no,
no, no, write that down.
Write that down there.
That's-that's something
I need to remember.
And, uh, and put-put-put
the letter C and the date,
the date, the 20th of October.
Put that down.
- That's not today's date.
- No, it-it doesn't matter.
It's, uh it will all help remind me.
Um, and put the letter-
put the name-the name Julia.
Now, that's-that's-that-
underline that- and-and the name Fraser.
Leathers, Leathers, and, um, something.
[snaps] Something about an insect.
What is it? Bug. Write Bug.
That's important. I don't know why.
Um, and-and the prophecy
about the king-that's-
well, that's the reason we're
all in this mess, isn't it?
Uh, put-put that down,
he thinks my son is next in line.
[ominous music playing]
Yes. Yes.
Oh, God.
Did you get all that?
What is your wife's address?
It doesn't matter.
It would never reach her.
She's not there.
I see.
You know, they don't let me
write anything down myself,
but there are some things
that I must not forget
if I'm to get back to her.
All right.
Why don't you hold on
to this for now, then?
And we'll start fresh.
Perhaps a-a wee note to
another relative, um, or-or a friend.
There's-there's no one else to write to.
C. C.
The 20th of October.
Time for your rest, Mr. Grant.
[Henry] C. C.
[Wakefield] Oh, Mrs. Graham,
thank heavens.
Just what I needed.
I'll let you do it the way you like it,
though you know I disapprove.
Aye. Cream first
and jam on top.
[Mrs. Graham] What a mess.
I wish you'd admit that
jam first is far superior.
If you say so, Mrs. Graham.
It's bloody delicious either way.
You know, I'm glad we disagree.
It's a reminder that we are
both of sound enough mind
to make a choice and blessed
with the freedom to choose.
Can't take that for granted.
Never seen you so
sentimental over a scone.
Oh, I shouldn't talk about it,
really, but
some of these wounded
souls in the asylum-
it's enough to break
your heart in pieces.
They're completely away with the faeries.
And when I say that, I mean it.
There's this one chap
they found him up near Craigh na Dun-
believes he's come from the past.
Poor sod.
And he's desperate to go back
because he thinks his wife's there.
[soft music playing]
To hear him talk about her,
his love for her was moving,
the stuff of fairy tales.
[Mrs. Graham] Well
- Don't say it.
Well, we have all heard the stories
folk disappearing,
men finding faerie wives.
Stories, aye.
They come from somewhere, Reverend.
Hmm.
You'd have any man who didn't believe
in our folklore locked up, wouldn't you?
Faeries, spirits, demons,
angels, the same thing.
We're part of the same world, perhaps.
There are things that go beyond
our understanding, as you well know.
Nothing wrong with
respecting the old ways.
Well, another case of
jam first, perhaps.
I just wish there was
something I could do to help.
They're in a prison twice over,
mentally and physically.
Most of them will be in there
the rest of their lives.
[tense music playing]
[door clacks open]
Did you miss me, brother?
[slaps]
How dare ye
after what you have done?
Why?
Why did ye run?
Why did you leave when you swore to me
that you would marry Malcolm?
And now he's dead.
I'm sick at the sight of her.
Take her away.
The question that you
should be asking me
is why I've come back.
You'll want to hear what I have to say.
Lock her up in the chapel.
[Julia] My darling.
[baby coos]
- Do you like the flowers?
[baby babbles]
[chuckles]
[Davina] I think that's an aye.
And so he should.
Delphiniums are his birth flower.
And your Zodiac sign is Leo.
Horoscopes are going to be all
the rage one day, my darling.
Horoscopes?
I'm a Virgo. Daddy is
a Taurus, of course.
And your sister is a Libra.
It's a way of, uh, trying to tell
the future by looking at the stars.
Oh.
Some things dinna change.
The seer.
Do you think she might know
anything about the stones?
[pensive music playing]
More than likely, aye.
And
if I was able to speak to her,
do you think that I could trust
that she'd be willing to help me?
We'd have to be careful,
but aye.
Maisri's seen beyond the veil.
She has talent.
Maisri's paid for her
services and for good reason.
- She's rarely wrong.
- Hmm.
She did mention a lass with
dark curls and clear blue eyes.
Your wee Claire?
[Julia] She said her
time is still to come,
but-but she was wrong
about the prophecy.
[Davina] There'll be some truth to it,
one way or another, you mark my words.
There are things beyond
our understanding,
do ye not think?
I'll believe anything if
there's enough evidence for it.
[baby babbles]
I must find a way to summon Maisri
without Lovat finding out.
[sighs] My darling.
We will move heaven and
Earth to be reunited
with Daddy and Claire.
[Nurse Wilson] Visitor
for you, Mr. Grant.
I don't know you.
Should I?
I'm Reverend Wakefield's
housekeeper, Mrs. Graham.
I often bring treats to share
with folk here on his behalf.
Would you like a biscuit?
I want to talk to you
about where you've been.
Why?
I don't need another person
to tell me I've lost my mind.
And what about your wife, Mr. Grant?
Have you lost her too?
[somber music playing]
I'm afraid that I'm starting to.
I don't remember the color of her eyes
or the sound of her laugh.
Sometimes, I worry that
she isn't even real.
But
I don't think I could have
imagined a love like that.
Hold that in your heart, Mr. Grant.
[whispers] I believe you.
I believe you came through time.
Then you'll help me?
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[gulls squawking]
[kids] Nailed it.