Outlander: Blood of My Blood (2025) s02e06 Episode Script

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- [Julia] Previously
- Pardon the intrusion.
Captain Lord Gerard Grey,
Earl of Melton.
He came to me when he believed you were
dead, and he will come to me again.
Where's Seema?
[Julia] Gone.
We struck for Argyll's supply train.
Only Dougal and Old
Angus were taken alive.
Ye reckon they'll haul
them to Fort William?
Saves us chasin' them
across half of Scotland.
You didna run when the
chance was in your hand?
[Henry] I wanted to go back to Julia,
but how could I have
looked them in the eye
knowing that I'd abandoned
my brothers in the field?
[dramatic music playing]
- A child.
- Our child.
[Lovat] Love. It'll be his ruin.
- [grunts]
- [gasps]
I won't have it be mine!
Put me down! Put me down! [screams]
Lady Ellen!
[mud squelching]
[grunting]
Where did you take William?
To the faeries' well.
There was an ill-wish in his
cradle twisted in the blanket.
Oh, yes, I saw it.
I didna ken what it meant.
And I wouldna wait to find out.
It's better to wash it away
before it could take hold.
You probably saved your life.
Seema might have killed you,
but I don't think she
would have harmed William.
So why an ill-wish?
A curse could do more than kill.
Harden a heart, turn a soul,
steal what's yours
without liftin' a blade.
Whatever she meant,
I'd not leave him to it.
[breathing heavily]
Back in London
during the war
[somber music playing]
I would read lists.
Page after page,
names of men who died
and those who were missing in action.
Henry's regiment among them once.
I thought I could bear
witness to all of it
and still be whole.
But this
[sobs softly]
this death I will carry forever.
Aye. Ye will.
But the Bible says,
"Thou shalt not murder."
Says naught about no' saving
your own life or your bairn's.
[sighs]
Davina, no one loved her in life
and no one will
mourn her in death.
Aye, and had ye hesitated,
it's you I'd be burying.
Say a prayer if ye must.
Let the Lord mind her soul
and let her be gone.
[groaning]
[dramatic music playing]
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 ♪
[knock at door]
[Colum] I canna make sense of it.
This stranger killed Robert
MacKinney and took Ellen?
Yes, sir.
I blinked, and MacKinney
lay dead before me.
All of this without
so much as a word?
He said nothing?
Nothing, sir.
I thought perhaps he'd come to save us.
And he did save you.
Did he not?
If I may.
Tell them what ye told me, lass.
The way he grabbed hold of Lady Ellen,
he was a big brute of a man.
And his face,
there was no kindness in it.
Well, there we are, then.
That's surely the measure
of a man, his face.
Shame ye didna take notice
of which clan colors
he was wearing instead, eh?
He wasn't a MacKenzie man?
No.
I'm so sorry, m'laird.
As for which of the others,
I couldn't tell.
They all look the same to me.
[chuckles]
A testament to the lassie's honesty.
She did well to return to us quickly.
Time, perhaps, she had some rest.
Very well.
Come with me, my dear.
[somber music playing]
Do have mercy, m'laird.
I beg you.
I wish he had taken me instead.
Thank ye, Grace,
but I think we've heard
all we can bear to.
Christ.
How many times must I have
this conversation with you?
What to do about my sister.
She'll be the death of me.
I ken it.
At least she was able to warn Dougal.
[Colum] Aye.
God knows where he is.
One thing at a time.
Though with Dougal gone,
even if we knew where Ellen was,
we don't have enough
men to send after her.
Then there's nothing we can do.
That was a mere fact, Colum,
not justification for failure to act.
What do you expect me to do, Ned?
If nothing else, you must
pray for her safe return.
Pray? [scoffs]
Of course I will pray.
The land is still hers
while it's in her name.
Is that the only reason?
If she's found to be dead,
the land is mine again
and could be seized by the Crown.
My question still stands.
Have you any concern
for your sister's life?
If you do, perhaps you should show it.
It's not for you to
advise me on my feelings.
I ken you love her.
Sometimes I wonder if you do.
The toll this has taken on you,
and putting the clan above her,
that is what drove her away.
Of course I worry for her.
It's what keeps me up at night.
There is a price to be paid
for the love I bear for my sister.
But I can no longer afford it.
My bonnie housekeepers return.
Out in the early morning air, were we?
Seema, she she fled.
We-we thought we'd find her.
Your face.
[tense music playing]
Yes, a unfortunate brush
with some brambles.
Was she slipped away,
or was she driven from us?
Well, you pressed me to
send her back to the Grants.
Yes, because she called
the Grant bladier to mind.
I thought it better for all
of us if she were gone.
[Davina] She was ne'er settled, m'lord.
Always lookin' o'er her shoulder
as though she didna belong.
Ne'er settled?
She was content enough in my bed.
Well, perhaps she wanted
even more than your bed could give.
[chuckles]
And here I bring tidings
of battles and crowns,
and neither of ye think to ask after me.
Where's Brian?
Why do you not rush to comfort me, hmm?
Ease my weary bones?
Well, my lord, you do not appear
to be in need of comfort.
Do ye know why I sit here unscathed?
Because when John MacKenzie of Coul
opened the gates of Inverness,
I claimed it in the king's name.
MacKenzie bent the knee
with barely a drop of blood spilled.
Then why has Brian not come home?
'Cause the fool would not fight for me.
He would not break faith
with the Jacobites.
Faith?
Honor?
And what has that brought
him but the chance
to rot in some ditch
while I hold Inverness?
He may be dead for it,
ye ignorant woman.
If Seema's gone,
find me another to take
up what she left behind.
A man's bed shouldn't
grow cold for too long.
And prepare the house.
I'm expecting a guest.
[fire crackling]
Are ye done?
Just making sure it's cooked.
Don't want it to fly away.
Ye ken that's not what I meant.
[sighs]
Will ye ever stop trying to leave us?
I don't know what you want me to say.
Do you love your wife?
[Arch Bug sighs]
Then you have my answer.
But you can never be with yours.
- She belongs to Lovat.
- No, she doesn't.
- Not really.
- Well, she's a bigamist.
Lovat forced her into marriage
before I could find her.
Have ye any proof?
We could put it before the laird.
Malcolm would crush Lovat.
You know that I don't.
So forget it.
I would,
if you'd give me a damn moment's rest.
But I ken you willna forget about it.
I see you eyein' every deer path.
Then turn a blind eye as a favor to me.
- That's all I'm asking.
- That's all, is it?
I ken that lightnin' the Fair Folk put in
yer head must ha' done some damage,
but surely ye've more sense than that.
Ye ken I'd be forced to come after ye,
and if not me, then
someone else.
Please.
Ye should have run when
you had the chance.
We'd ha' thought you dead.
Yes, and you actually would have been.
Ken that.
But ye're here,
with all these men who
ken that ye lived.
So here ye must stay.
Or else ye may as well have
left me to die at Sheriffmuir.
Oh, Christ, I mean, you're starting to
make me feel like I should have done.
[gentle music playing]
If I can help ye somehow
I will.
You and yer faerie wife.
Perhaps I could take a message to her.
There's only one message she'll accept.
[knock at door]
Come.
So she's finally here.
Ensure I have a private moment with her
before my wife is introduced.
[tense music playing]
Maisri.
What a pleasant surprise.
Nice seein' ye again.
I'm here to do a readin'.
Is there anything in particular
we can help you find?
Och, no. Thank ye.
I'm helpin' to make a spiced
wine for the occasion.
The laird's victory has given
him much to celebrate
[sniffs]
and to contemplate.
Well that sounds lovely. Thank you.
Welcome to Leathers, Miss MacKenzie.
Please, make yourself at home.
Where's Brian?
He's not returned from battle.
Though I hope for the best,
I can't help but fear the worst.
Some of the decisions he's made recently
have been more than unwise,
but we must have faith
and find comfort in
one another's presence
until we know more.
You expect me to make polite chitchat
after all you've done to me,
when Brian could be
lying dead in a field?
With my son's betrothed,
my future daughter-in-law?
Yes, I hope we could.
I have men looking for him now.
Your man threw me over his shoulder.
He brought me here against my will.
Was it your will to be bound
and almost killed by MacKinney?
Balloch freed you, did he not?
Where else would he bring you?
To Leoch.
Well, he's not your servant.
He, uh, well, he does what he's told.
Do you want the truth?
I saw you and Brian together
at the Jacobite camp.
I, um, I know how much my son loves you,
though God knows why he's letting you
gallivant around in such
dangerous places in times of war.
So I had my man watch you,
and thank heavens I did.
I'm only glad he found you in time.
And saved your life.
You may have had a reason,
but you had no right.
My, my.
You are audacious.
I can see why he loves you.
Some small amount of gratitude
would be appreciated, my dear.
This spirit
Brian didn't stand a chance.
You are
you are unrelenting.
And you, sir,
are a traitor.
[Lovat] A traitor?
Well, to whom exactly?
The Crown?
Well, quite the opposite,
in fact, but you would-
well, you would paint
me as a devil, it seems.
Aye.
A devil in a red coat.
Well, coming from you,
a daughter of Red Jacob.
Well, your-your father
was not only called out
for his hair, my dear.
He spilled the blood of
his enemies, 'tis true.
And he may have been
sympathetic to the Rebellion.
But yer reputation speaks for itself.
And you tried to ruin mine.
[tense music playing]
I was wrong.
I apologize.
Forgive me.
Come.
You're here.
Let's, uh, let's have something to eat,
and I'll get you home safe and sound.
Let's make the best of it,
for Brian's sake.
[distant wailing]
[somber music playing]
[wailing]
[wailing]
So few have returned.
Perhaps there are more
men on their way
- Where is Dougal?
- coming behind them.
[Colum] Davey.
Any word of Dougal?
No.
[Rupert's wife] Rupert, no!
[Colum] Check the ledger again, please.
[Wee Rupert] Da!
[sobbing]
Very well.
His poor wife,
and that poor, poor boy.
Where is my da?
Where is my da?
Where is my da?
[person] I will be here
[Colum] Dougal,
will he drag us into folly?
[MacKinney] Yer brother is already dead.
[Colum] What would my father have done?
[sobbing]
Ah, there you are.
I have the honor of presenting
Miss Ellen MacKenzie of Leoch.
[gentle music playing]
Oh, we-we met at Braemer.
Aye.
Where you told me how much
you admired your husband.
Ah.
Of course.
It's nice to see you again.
Thank you, my heart-root.
Brian seems to have imparted
a rather regrettable picture
of his old man to our fair guest,
but it is often that way
between fathers and sons.
I'm sure your own brothers would attest
to that fact, Miss MacKenzie.
They might.
You've no bairns of your own yet,
but once you do, well
well, how to explain it?
Everything I do,
I do for Brian's sake.
The lengths to which we must
go to protect our children.
Is that not so, my darling wife?
One should always have their child's
best interests at heart.
Aye.
You'll have heard that
Brian has a wee brother.
Mm.
Since he's not a bastard,
he's to inherit, I imagine.
[Lovat] A veritable feast.
Thank you, Cook, Mistress Porter.
Our guest, Lady Ellen MacKenzie.
There's more where this came from,
so dinna be shy.
[Lovat] I hope it's to your liking,
Miss MacKenzie.
Aye.
Thank you.
A toast, please.
May the word "foe" be replaced by
"friend" in this house.
Montague and Capulet.
"Two households, both alike in dignity."
[chuckles]
Here, Fraser and MacKenzie.
Now we lament the loss of
those who cannot be with us,
and we pray for the safe
return of those who can.
To bonds that bind us
but never break us.
Slàinte.
- Slàinte.
- Slàinte.
[wailing]
Oh, yer arm.
It'll heal.
[Jocasta] Ye were lucky, then.
The luck is in coming
home to you, my dear.
I'm fortunate indeed.
John Cameron.
Where is Dougal?
Why isn't he with you?
Dougal couldna accept
that the battle was over.
Took twenty men to attack
the retreating Redcoats.
Only Alec MacMahon returned.
[tense music playing]
Then he's
[John Cameron] That I couldna say.
Dougal and Angus were
taken alive, but, uh
God help them.
He's perhaps the only one who can.
Did no one try to stop them?
It's too late for that, Colum.
He wouldna listen to his laird.
Do you think he'd listen to me?
We had to bring our wounded home.
But there were two who were
fool enough to go after them,
two Fraser of Lovat men.
They rode for Fort William.
[growling]
[grunting]
[Dougal growling]
What is Mar intending next?
[coughs]
[spits]
[laughs]
[grunting]
[gasping]
I'll ask again.
[tense music playing]
[grunting]
Let me have a go at him, Captain.
Go on.
Go on, let him.
You said I'd have a try.
[Gerard Grey] Sergeant, step aside.
Come on, do yer worst, laddie.
Come on!
[grunts]
[laughing]
Again.
[grunting]
[growls]
Your father,
did he have any sons?
[laughing]
My sisters could do better.
[stomping]
You dare mock me?
I could burn your tongue out for that.
[sizzling]
What is Mar intending?
I dinna give two figs about Mar.
The decision to pursue
you was mine alone.
[grunting]
- That's enough.
- He could be lying, sir.
[groaning]
I can get more out of him.
Randall, I said enough.
Yes, Captain.
Sorry, Captain.
[Gerard Grey] Take him and
his comrade to the vault.
That might make you reconsider.
[Colum] Dougal's left us with fewer men,
less protection,
dwindlin' courage.
And you think me to blame as
John Cameron does, do ye not?
No.
Yes, you do.
I said nothing.
You were thinkin' it.
You are laird.
You must act as such.
Try to think what your
What my father would do?
Dinna insult me.
What would he do?
Beat down the door at Fort William?
To do what?
Give Dougal a fond farewell?
I willna risk drawing the
Redcoats to our door.
As I've told you before,
I must think of the clan.
[Lovat] With all of us
so worried about Brian,
I thought a wee after-dinner
word with the seer
might give us some comfort, perhaps.
Lookin' a wee bit pale, lass.
Some more wine wouldn't
go amiss, Davina.
Give us a wee bit of courage
for what we're to hear next.
Thank you.
[clears throat]
- There we are, lass.
- Thank you.
[mysterious music playing]
Maisri has the sight.
Have you been convinced by her talents,
Mistress Fraser?
There is always much to think about.
Maisri foresaw some
things about our son
Let's not bore Miss MacKenzie with that.
We'll let Maisri speak for herself.
We were hoping you
could tell us something
of Brian's fate at Sheriffmuir.
[gags]
Are you quite well, Miss MacKenzie?
[Ellen clears throat]
A wee bit tired, perhaps.
[Lovat] Aye. Ah.
Your nerves are in tatters, I'm sure.
Well, 'tis moving to see how much love
you bear for my son. It
it makes me a happy father indeed.
She has something of Brian's.
His heart?
Aye, that too.
[tense music playing]
Life's promise holds fast, but
death's call must be answered.
So Brian is alive?
- He lives.
- Oh, thank God.
Thank you.
I must return to Leoch.
Oh!
Too much excitement. Poor thing.
It appears Miss MacKenzie has taken ill.
Davina, perhaps more wine
will ease her suffering
and help her rest.
Then make arrangements to see her
home safe when she's feeling better.
Aye, m'laird.
[water flowing]
Could be worse.
How?
Could've had yer cock burned
off by that Redcoat brat.
I'm glad Rupert isna here.
He'd a terrible fear of drownin'.
Cannon was quick.
[Old Angus] Aye.
Our sons will have each other.
Thank Christ.
At least you had sons.
Do ye think Maura would ha' given ye one?
[sighs]
I think she'd ha' given me a dozen.
Then maybe for her sake,
better we're here.
[both laughing]
[water rushing]
Tide's risin'.
[tense music playing]
[sentry] Make yourself known.
Make yourself known!
[ominous music playing]
[grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
[squelches]
- [flesh squelches]
- [gasping]
Heh.
Well, we should've asked him
where they're being held first.
We can ask the next one.
Oh, oh. Hey, hey, hey. Shh.
The Jacobite prisoners.
Where are they?
They're in the vault.
Are ye happy now?
Aye.
[gasping]
[moaning]
How is she?
You look a wee bit pale yerself, lass.
- I'm all right.
- Wait.
Maisri said death would call.
Has she cursed ye both?
[dark music playing]
Don't drink that.
You need water.
[groans]
[breathing heavily]
[breathing heavily]
[dripping]
[gasps]
Oh.
I'm with child.
Oh, lass.
What did you do?
What?
You poisoned us.
Nonsense.
Poison kills. Wh
why would I poison my own wife?
It cannot be a coincidence
both Ellen and I are ill.
Women are weak, body and mind.
Hysterical creatures,
as you are demonstrating.
The slightest flight of fancy
sends them to their snuff boxes.
No.
Everyone ate the food, Julia.
It was the wine.
[tense music playing]
You barely touched yours.
You had Maisri put something in it.
I protected my family.
What do you mean?
You protected your family by
doing something harmful to me!
There can be no more
bairns in the Lovat line.
Simon, our Simon, must be the last.
If another child is born,
the prophecy will be ruined.
Tell me.
What was in that wine?
Do not take that tone with me, wife,
or I'll take the strap to you.
If you must know,
the potion was intended
to destroy a womb.
Ellen will be barren.
[Julia] How could you do that
to the woman your son loves?
Simon is meant to be King.
Isn't that what you want,
for him to fulfill his destiny?
It was Lovat.
He put something in the wine.
What?
Why?
Why?
He wanted to make you barren.
I'm so sorry.
[sniffling]
[crying]
[somber music playing]
He's succeeded, I'm sure.
I've bled so much.
I fear I've lost the bairn.
- Oh, Ellen.
- [Davina] Oh, lass.
We would never have thought
it would come to this.
[crying]
Take me back to Leoch.
Are you sure?
- Shouldn't you stay here and rest?
- No, I can't stay here.
- We would stay with ye through the night.
- No. No.
You willna change my mind.
[sergeant] It's in your
interest to cooperate with me.
Water's getting higher.
Tell us what Mar's intending,
and I'll pull you out.
I will drown before I tell you!
[sergeant] Very well.
It appears you shall.
[grunts]
[dramatic music playing]
No keys.
Try this.
Quick.
[both grunt]
Christ.
[broken dagger clanking]
Murtaugh.
[creaking]
[both groaning]
[Brian] Push, Dougal!
One, two, three.
[groaning]
Again. One, two, three.
[groaning]
- No.
- Try again!
- [groaning]
- [gasping]
[groaning]
Quick!
- [Brian] Come here.
- [grunting]
[grunting]
Come on.
Come on.
[voices approaching]
We have to go.
Come on. We canna leave him.
He's gone, man.
We canna take him with us.
He died an honorable death.
This is his battlefield.
[energetic music playing]
- Wait.
- [door clatters open]
Someone's coming.
[footsteps approaching]
You.
[grunting]
Yer dirk.
Give it here.
[trickling]
He's only a boy.
[gasping]
[soft dramatic music playing]
- [grunts]
- No!
[solemn music playing]
[door clatters]
Lady Ellen!
What's wrong?
What's ailin' ye, lass?
What's happened?
Lovat did something terrible.
Gave her a bane that made her sick.
I'm Davina Porter of Castle Leathers.
Ye're Brian's mother.
Aye.
She needs rest.
Help me take her to her bedchamber.
[breathing shakily]
Shall we fetch Davie
Beaton to examine her?
In time.
For now, she needs to sleep.
[knock at door]
Will she see me?
She canna.
Canna or willna?
She hasna the strength to refuse,
nor for questions, m'laird.
Is she gravely ill, or was she hurt?
Her body will mend.
Her spirit,
I've never seen it so broken.
[melancholy music playing]
Where was she?
How did this happen?
At Leathers.
What she endured is hers
to tell when she's able.
If you love her as I believe you do,
give her the mercy of
silence and leave her be.
[door clicks]
[sighs]
This isn't gonna work.
Wait, wait, Arch.
[speaking Gaelic]
[tense music playing]
[gentle music playing]
Julia.
Oh, I've missed you.
My darling.
I'm so happy to see you.
Well, you asked.
- Demanded, actually.
- [laughs]
Why is Mr. Bug here?
Last I recall,
he was trying to kill you.
[Henry] He's in my debt now.
I saved his life.
[laughs] Of course you did.
Wait. Your face.
What happened? Is William
Oh, he's coming on beautifully.
As for me, I
I don't really know where to begin.
It's hard to explain everything.
There's so much.
My darling, I only have a few moments.
Lovat is inside the castle.
Then write to me.
Mr. Bug has agreed to send a
message from time to time.
We'll send letters.
We can write to each other
while I try to find the gemstones.
We won't give up.
We just need a a hiding place.
Oh, perhaps a-perhaps a loose stone.
[Henry] Here.
Yes.
It will be our postbox.
We must go.
Wrap your letters in oilcloth.
Keep them dry.
I'll write to you soon. I promise.
Sub extracted from file & improved
[seagull calls, waves crash]
[children] Nailed it.