Outlander: Blood of My Blood (2025) s02e08 Episode Script

1
[Brian] Previously
Put Leoch into my keeping.
I bear no treasonous claim.
She's right.
- Your arm.
- It'll heal.
[Jocasta] You're lucky, then.
[John Cameron] My luck
is in coming home to you.
This is foolish.
[Murtagh] Then I'm a fool.
Captain Lord Gerard Grey.
- Take him and his comrade to the vault.
- [grunting]
[Dougal] Angus! We canna leave him.
He died an honorable death.
Investiture is to be held at
the Duke of Sandringham's.
Everyone of importance will be there.
Ye disgraced yerself with Lady Amelia
Murray and left us all to bear it.
Sister, you need to find a husband.
When we go to Sandringham's,
you'll look for one there.
[Henry] From the heart of the Highlands.
The investiture, we can slip away,
have time to talk more.
Gemstones only protect ye as ye
travel if you're a born traveler.
You were carrying a traveler
within you, your son.
[elegant music playing]
[footman] Hold the coach.
[Duke of Sandringham] His Majesty,
King George I.
The reign of terror wrought upon us
by the loathsome fellows who
call themselves Jacobites
has mercifully been cut short.
And just as they will
receive their punishment,
you will be rewarded, as we gather here
in this wild but magnificent
corner of our sceptered isle
to celebrate in the presence of one
whose reign was ordained by God.
Today we will pay homage
to Simon Fraser of Lovat,
Hero of Inverness.
To His Grace, the Duke of Argyll,
leader of our indomitable army,
we will honor the sacrifice
of Archibald Douglas, Earl of Forfar.
Clan Grant, under Malcolm
Grant's leadership,
was instrumental to our
success at Sheriffmuir.
We commend also Captain
Lord Gerard Grey,
Earl of Melton, who isn't here today.
Let's be done with this, quickly!
[Duke of Sandringham] So dedicated is he
to king and country that he begged
permission to finish what he started,
and a bloody good job he's doing too.
[applause]
I invite Lady Benedicta Grey, Countess
of Melton, to approach the throne.
In recognition of your husband's
distinguished conduct
Line them up.
[Duke of Sandringham]and exceptional
valor at the Battle of Sheriffmuir.
I do hereby elevate your husband
to the dignity and station
of Duke of Pardloe
and yourself to Duchess of Pardloe.
[applause]
Please.
I invite Simon Fraser of
Lovat to approach the throne.
[Gerard] Get up. Get up, I said.
Stand against the wall.
[King George] I do hereby
grant the restoration
of your title and lands.
Rise, Lord Simon Fraser of Lovat,
Governor of Inverness.
[applause]
Make ready!
Present arms!
[sweeping operatic singing]
[Duke of Sandringham]
Ladies and gentlemen,
King George I.
[applause]
Give fire!
[gunshots]
[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 ♪
Whenever I set a fire, I can hear my ma.
"Catch a wee spark of
the sun in your hands."
What I wouldna give to hear
her say it one more time.
Aye.
She's watching on, waiting for you
to teach your wee bairn the same.
Ellen lost the bairn.
I'm sorry, man.
It wasna God's will.
It was my father.
He gave her a potion hid in her wine.
Took the child, maybe more.
I had my dirk to his throat, Murtagh.
I wanted to see him bleed.
Christ.
What stopped you?
Ellen.
The thought of her.
What kind of life would she
have if I swung for murder?
Or if I I ran for
the rest of my days?
[somber music playing]
I'm sorry, Murtagh.
For what?
For no trustin' ye wi'
how I felt for her.
[sighs]
I should ha' told ye.
Ah, man.
If you'd told me any sooner,
I'd have had no cause
to plant a fist on ye.
[chuckles]
Which, I admit, I quite enjoyed.
Too much, by half.
Oh, ye earned it.
Ever since you swapped the
down in my bedding for nettles.
Near drove me mad wi' the itch.
[Brian] Oh, Christ.
Ye've the memory of a cairn stone,
you know that?
- Will ye never let that go?
- No.
[Brian laughs]
I made my father give me
this land for his evil deeds.
Good.
You'll be in need of
a priest soon enough.
Mm, not yet.
Ellen still holds title
to MacKenzie lands.
She swore a promise to her brothers.
How long will you wait?
However long it takes.
If it's forever,
then forever.
Then we'll need to find another bottle.
[Brian] Aye.
And you should go find your lass.
[bright music playing]
[Ellen] The snowdrops
are early this year.
Bonnie wee things.
Hardy too.
Do ye need a rest, lass?
[exhales sharply]
The air is refreshing.
I'll pray for a mild winter,
in all respects.
And perhaps, God willing,
ye'll be wed with a carpet of
snowdrops at your feet one day.
I worry that fortune will
never be in our favor.
Ye've no need of fortune, Lady Ellen.
Not when I have the love
of a man like Brian Fraser.
I meant because of who you are.
[hooves thudding]
[dramatic music playing]
- [festive music playing]
- [indistinct comments]
Ah, congratulations, Lovat.
Thank you, Your Grace.
Thoroughly deserved for your
valiant efforts, I'm sure.
Very much appreciated.
Anything for the king.
[Lovat] What a home you have.
It's quite splendid.
And your hospitality is most gracious.
[indistinct chatter]
Here he comes,
the bloody Hero of Inverness.
[man] Congratulations, Lord Lovat.
Bronze, eh?
Well done.
Same to you, Lovat, same to you.
You must be very proud of him.
Yes, the new Governor of Inverness.
I've never been so proud in all my life.
[Uncle Mac] I must say how
beautiful your wife looks, Lovat.
Oh, exceedingly kind of you, sir.
I hardly ever believe she
used to be a scullery maid.
Well, I'm sure your bladier
would agree with you.
Well, I was given to understand
that we made amends for that, Lovat.
Oh, so was I, until the cursed
maidservant you sent me ran off.
[laughter]
[Margaret] What am I
to make of all this?
Oh, there's clearly more
here than meets the eye.
Never you mind, Margaret.
Shame on you, Malcolm,
for not sharing the gossip.
I wanted his head for what he did.
I'd claim it now if we weren't
in the presence of the king.
- I dare you to try.
- [Margaret] Oh, dear.
[chuckles] Oh, I seem
to have stirred the pot.
But instead I hope you
will accept my apologies.
I'd lost my wife.
I was overwhelmed with grief.
An unfortunate
misunderstanding, it seems.
Aye.
Well, it's a day for celebration.
I'm inclined to let bygones be bygones.
I'm inclined to do the same.
Brother, I persuaded His
Majesty to begin the dancing
with that minuet you're so fond of.
[chuckles]
Oh, how splendid.
A wee dance in your honor.
Aye, I could hardly receive
a higher compliment.
You'll join us, Lovat?
And your wife?
Hmm?
Oh, uh [chuckles]
you have a headache.
Oh, yes, how
how very considerate of you
to recall that, my lord.
[Margaret] Aren't you charming?
- [violin music playing]
- Oh.
You will dance, Malcolm?
I cannot bear to disappoint His Majesty.
We wouldn't want to do that.
Oh, Miss Grant,
with your brother's permission,
perhaps you'll do me the honor instead?
Oh, please.
I have something to tell you.
I'll find you.
I've come for your brother,
Dougal MacKenzie.
Where is he?
I've had no word of him since
he was taken to Fort William.
So you claim.
Yet a man escapes my garrison,
cuts down four of my soldiers,
and the trail leads here,
to his own blood.
If so, 'tis news to me.
I didna fight for the Jacobites.
Nor did I lend any
support to their cause.
Then forgive me if I take no
comfort in your ignorance.
Go to him.
Search the keep.
Bring me the truth if
the laird will not.
You stand here claiming neutrality.
Yet you neither raised
men for His Majesty,
nor warned us when your brother
did so for the Jacobites.
You let sedition grow under your
roof and called it prudence.
[Colum] I tried to keep my
folk from the slaughter.
That was my duty.
I didna send men to die
for a cause not their own.
Nor for their king.
In London, we call it
treason by omission.
My lord, the the laird has
broken no law of the realm.
His hands are clean of rebellion.
You mistake clean hands
for loyalty, sir.
The king demands allegiance,
not silence.
And when silence breeds rebellion,
His Majesty will claim the
lands that harbored it.
Castle Leoch and all
that lies upon it
now belongs to the Crown.
If I may,
his sister holds the title to Leoch.
The deed bears her name,
not her brother's.
Whatever you think of the laird,
the property cannot be
seized without due process.
A woman owns this fortress?
I do, sir.
Ellen MacKenzie,
Mistress of Leoch and its lands.
Then it seems your family
has a talent in concealment.
A talent for survival, my lord.
We shall see which serves you better.
[somber music playing]
[knock at window]
[Grace] Murtagh?
[chuckles]
- [door creaks]
- [items clatter]
[laughs] What are you doing here?
One kiss.
We can't.
Well,
then I'll have to settle
for my name on your lips.
Murtagh.
That's twice in one day.
I'm a lucky man.
You're not like any man I've ever met.
But you'll be a dead
man if we're caught.
- Go.
- No, no.
Sundown, then.
The threshing barn.
I'll wait for you there.
[Jocasta] Grace!
It's Mistress Cameron. Go.
Hey. I love you.
Oh.
What's keeping you?
I thought you were still abed,
Mistress, having a lie-in.
Well, aye.
I canna get dressed without you, can I?
I came hopin' ye were making
some more cold cream for my face.
I was about to make some.
Be sure to put the rose oil in it.
I like that.
Yes, Mistress.
Oh. [clears throat]
It's a special day today.
Mr. Cameron has a surprise for us.
[dramatic music playing]
The Redcoats have come.
[somber music playing]
[Ned] As you can see, Captain,
the estate and its holdings
are bound to Miss MacKenzie.
A woman's name upon laird lands.
Curious choice and a timely one.
A precaution.
Leoch feeds the families
who live upon it.
Politics shouldna decide
whether a bairn starves.
And yet politics governs everything now.
Your brother's rebellion
has made certain of that.
You have no authority
to seize Leoch, sir.
This deed shields the land,
whatever becomes of its laird.
[Gerard] That may be.
But as I've stated,
though this laird did not
ride for the Jacobites,
neither did he warn
the Crown when his own blood
raised steel against it.
And as I've stated, sir,
I could hold no banner,
red or white, when the fate
of my clan was in my hands.
Neutrality is a luxury reserved
for those in power enough to buy it.
You have none left.
By His Majesty's authority, I arrest
you as an accessory to the rebellion.
- Get your hands off of me!
- Please, my lord!
I-I-I am with child.
The land may stand.
The man who ruled it will not.
- Take him out.
- [Colum] What justification
is there for hanging a man
for not taking up arms?
[Dougal] Ah, where is the bastard?
You will not hang my
brother for my sins!
[Gerard] The phantom reveals himself.
You have a sense of timing, MacKenzie.
I was just about to make
an example of your kin.
Well, then make it of me instead.
Those men who followed me
did so of their own will.
Not his.
It's a rare thing,
loyalty among traitors.
And yet you were his laird.
You commanded his loyalty.
Tell me, which of you
bears the greater guilt?
If you're gonna hang us, get on with it.
We'll not dance for your amusement.
Oh, I'll do both.
It'll make a fine report back in London,
two MacKenzie heads
for the price of one.
Please, no!
Please!
- Please.
- Captain Lord Grey,
perhaps you'll allow my brothers a
moment to pray before you pass sentence.
And while you wait,
there's proof worth your seeing.
[soft dramatic music playing]
Proof of what?
Of the price of loyalty.
Do not waste my time.
[Ellen] Mr. Gowan, please show
Captain Lord Grey to the study.
[muffled violin music playing]
Quickly.
What is it? What's wrong?
Julia?
Even with the gems,
I can't go through the stones.
What do you mean? You've done it before.
No.
I traveled because of William.
He can. I can't.
[muffled applause]
You were pregnant.
Yes.
Whatever it is, this trait,
this ability,
it comes from you, not me.
Did this seer tell you that?
Hmm?
I wanted to think she was mad,
but she saw Claire with
your brother, safe.
She was certain,
said the gift wasn't in me.
Henry,
you have to take him.
Take William.
- Go home.
- No.
You'd be with Claire again,
with our son.
- No.
- [Julia] Please.
He'll be safe with you. They both will.
Julia, I will not abandon you.
You'll be freeing me,
my darling, not abandoning me.
Our children would be with their father.
The rest, I can bear.
I won't live knowing that
we are lost to each other.
[somber music playing]
But are we not already,
here, in this time?
All right.
We run. Tonight.
Fetch William, and we
will keep moving until
Until what?
It's William he wants.
Lovat will hunt us forever.
Then we don't run. We fight.
And if we lose?
What becomes of Claire and William?
[Ned] The price of loyalty?
I had to buy time.
I've him settled in the study
with a bottle at his elbow.
It buys you a little time but not much.
It's enough.
You're going to speak to them.
Then be careful, Ellen.
Bargains have a way of
outliving the moment.
Keep Grey where he is.
[Ned] I will.
They chose the clan
over you once before.
[dramatic music playing]
Your father never let a debt stand.
I've wondered when the
account would come due.
He'd approve of this.
[Ellen] Shall I light
one for each of you?
No word of comfort or goodbye?
[sighs]
You brought this clan
to its knees, Dougal.
And, Colum,
you couldn't stop him.
Grey is right.
But I can bargain with something else.
- [Colum] What?
- Your lives.
From this day,
Colum alone, calls the clan to arms,
every decision his.
Dougal, you hold the title
of War Chief in name only.
Never.
Then I'll walk away.
And Grey will see you
shot before supper.
I can sign the land back
into your keeping Colum,
but I'll take a piece for myself,
east of Broch Morda.
It adjoins Fraser land.
- [Ellen] Aye.
- [Dougal scoffs]
[Ellen] Brian Fraser's land.
The land where we'll make our home.
We'll give you no land,
you blackhearted bitch,
nor will I give him power
for all clan decisions.
As you wish.
It makes no difference to me.
I have nothing to lose.
When we die,
this is all yours.
Aye.
Brian Fraser of Leoch and I
will lay you under a
bonnie tree, near Father.
So let us pray.
Our father who art in heaven,
hallowed be
You'd let us be shot
over a parcel of dirt?
You're lucky dirt is all I'm asking for.
[somber music playing]
Do we have an agreement?
You still havena told us how you intend
to persuade the honorable
Captain Lord Grey.
And I'm not going to.
[Dougal scoffs]
You're a devil, sister.
You put Old Nick himself to shame.
[festive music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Would you like to accompany me on a
tour of Sandringham's home, Miss Grant?
He has some wonderful
paintings, I'm told.
Where is your wife, my lord?
I wouldn't want to cause a scandal.
Taking some air in the garden,
most likely.
She's a sickly creature.
Why not give the courtiers
something to talk about?
[applause]
[Henry] Well, one small mercy,
we know William can travel,
and so could you,
when he was inside you.
Don't.
I've had that same thought
and hated myself for it.
We always meant to have more children.
Yes, but not like this.
What if it allowed you to travel,
to go home?
We cannot,
not here.
[muffled music playing]
Is this our song?
[chuckles]
You know, if we were at home
I'd have you on the
dance floor already.
Dance with me.
[Julia chuckles]
[foxtrot playing]
Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.
Slow, quick, quick, slow.
Quick, quick, slow.
Slow, quick, quick, slow.
Slow, quick, quick, slow.
Can't we just do a good
old-fashioned waltz
rather than this foxtrot nonsense?
[Julia] Darling,
don't be so behind the times.
[laughs] God, Henry, do keep up.
[Henry] All right, I'm bloody trying.
It's just I've got two left feet.
[Julia] No, if that is your attitude,
then we're never going to
win the competition, are we?
[Henry] It's not always
about the winning.
Right, well, that is another way
you're gonna get us disqualified.
[clears throat] And
Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.
Beautiful! Wonderful.
[Henry] Slow, slow.
[Julia] Practice makes perfect.
Oh, yes.
That's how we made Claire,
lots and lots of practice.
And she is perfect.
Let's make another.
Another baby?
Really?
I want more of you.
I want more of us.
I want a whole house full of little
Beauchamps, a whole house full!
We're going to make a hundred!
[laughter]
We made William and Claire out of love.
This would be out of love too, Julia.
It always has been,
always will be,
nothing else.
We can't, Henry,
not just to open a door.
Oh, but if that door led to home?
Look,
for now,
you're safe, and I'm safe.
And we have the gems.
That's something.
A start.
[Ellen] You've had a
trying day, I think.
It's no small thing to
bear the king's justice
on your shoulders.
Justice is never small,
Mistress MacKenzie.
But it grows tiresome to see
it so poorly understood.
[sighs]
A burden only the most
capable could manage.
His Majesty is fortunate to have
men of your courage and conviction.
You're very kind.
Most in these parts would
spit rather than speak so.
Spitting has never moved
a man toward reason.
Whisky, perhaps.
To His Majesty's good health
and to those who defend
him with such honor.
Sláinte.
I fear you take me for
a meddlesome woman.
But I wanted to thank you
for allowing me to keep Leoch.
Your mercy is most generous,
given the circumstances.
Mercy?
I'd call it fairness.
You had the wit to keep your name
clear of your brothers' treason.
Aye, though you must think me
a fool to share their blood.
Foolishness and loyalty are
often mistaken for one another.
[Ellen] And loyalty,
too, can ruin good men.
You know this better than most.
Command brings envy as often as praise.
[Gerard] Mm.
You've a sharp tongue for one
who claims no taste in politics.
[Ellen chuckles] I have no
head for politics, my lord.
But I have eyes enough to see when a man's
reputation stands upon a knife's edge.
You mean mine?
Only that you've
accomplished much already.
You needn't let the execution of two
Highland fools cloud your achievements.
You think killing traitors
will tarnish my reputation?
I was honored at Sheriffmuir for
striking the blow that broke the line.
His Majesty knows my name,
trusts my hand.
Why would I tremble
over two doomed Scots?
Because, my lord,
His Majesty rewards victory, not scandal.
The honors you earned at Sheriffmuir
would turn to ash the
moment it reached London
that the rebel Dougal
MacKenzie slipped your chains,
butchered your men, and walked free
long enough to choose his own death.
The tale near writes itself,
a rebel chieftain, tortured and unbowed,
outwits the king's own officer
and then yields himself
up to save his kin.
[pensive music playing]
The broadsheets will take up the
song before the bodies grow cold.
The taverns will echo it.
And every verse will end the same way,
with your name.
I'll hang any man who dares sing it.
By hanging one,
you'll make ten more hum it.
These songs are like seeds, Captain.
They lie quiet at first.
But give them a little water,
a widow's tears,
a drink too many,
and they take root.
Soon enough, the glens are full of them.
And the next rising begins
in time to their tune.
But if they live,
there is no song,
no legend to sow,
only two broken men
fading into obscurity
and a captain whose
name remains burnished
in the king's esteem,
untouched,
unchallenged.
You paint it prettily.
What would you have me do?
Turn loose the lions that bit my head?
[Ellen] Not loose. Caged.
Let London think you've kept them for
questioning or for the king's pleasure.
Delay, not pardon.
Appear judicious,
not merciful.
Men will call it strategy,
not weakness.
You play a dangerous game,
Mistress MacKenzie.
Aye.
But then so do you.
[clears throat]
Perhaps it is true
that anything that can be
demanded of a man has a price.
Even loyalty.
Question is,
precisely who should be made to pay it?
The land is yours regardless.
Why risk it?
Because I gave my word.
Your word?
- To traitors?
- To my blood.
They've sinned in their way,
as have I, perhaps.
But what am I if I break faith
the moment it profits me?
We're not so different, Captain.
You fight for a king you've never met.
I fight for the blood I was born to.
Neither of us can choose our loyalties,
only what we do with them.
Your brothers will live.
For now.
Then we understand one another.
The price of mercy.
A tithe to peace, perhaps.
Then may God reward your generosity,
Mistress MacKenzie.
He already has.
I have acquired a sugarcane
plantation in the West Indies
and must see to its management.
In my absence, I will entrust
care of the estate to my cousin.
Very little will change in your
day-to-day responsibilities,
except for one detail.
Rebecca, you will now serve as
Mistress Cameron's lady's maid,
as Grace will be accompanying
me on my journey.
To mark this occasion, you may each have
a small portion of sugar
to have with some tea.
You're dismissed.
[soft dramatic music playing]
[teacups clattering]
[Jocasta] I'll have a brandy.
Will ye fetch it for me, Grace?
I'm so sorry to lose you.
Perhaps the master will let me stay
since I know all your
particular habits and ways.
Oh, bless you, lass.
Dinna worry about me.
I'll make do with Rebecca.
If it isn't too bold, Mistress,
could she go in my place?
She doesna have the constitution for it.
- Yes, Mistress.
- [Jocasta] Yeah.
When Mr. Cameron has made
up his mind about something,
he'll never change it,
even for my sake.
[breathing heavily, whimpering softly]
[door clicks]
[Margaret giggles and moans]
By God's blood.
[sighs]
- [giggles]
- [door slams]
Oh, dear.
You'll have to excuse my brother.
[laughter]
Well, now, half the courtiers
here have brought their mistresses.
You, uh
well, you said so yourself.
Well, the king does not
go anywhere without
Elephant and Maypole.
You insist on calling them that?
- They're my friends.
- Aye.
Well, there are worse
things to be called.
I'm sure Melusine prefers Maypole.
I would if my name was Melusine.
Ehrengard Melusine von
der Schulenburg
[laughter]
to be precise.
[laughter]
But I'm not an elephant or a maypole.
I am a Grant.
And I expect to be treated as such.
Aye.
Oh, I don't doubt it, my dear.
[gasps] I am not Lady Amelia.
You won't take me by force.
[moans, laughs]
Though I admire a man
who knows what he wants.
Oh, I want you.
And I usually get what I want.
[laughs]
Ah, not today, my lord,
and not without a promise
of marriage.
[lively music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Well, it's nice to meet you.
Thank you so much.
Now you know, Count Konigsmarck's
body was never found.
They say he was murdered
after His Majesty learned
of his affair with his wife.
Long live the king.
[Uncle Mac] Aye.
Or perhaps worse was his wife's fate
divorced, stripped of her title,
imprisoned, mere mention
of her name forbidden,
scandal of its day.
And yet here is our king
enjoying the company
of his mistresses in public.
[Malcolm] Exactly.
See, with the right connections,
there's always a way
to get what you want.
See, Margaret has those connections.
She has good breeding,
will have a sizable dowry.
She'd make a good wife.
Oh, it's a shame that you're already
married to your maidservant.
Well, Henry VIII had six wives.
Well, perhaps one must keep
trying until one gets it right.
[both chuckle]
[pensive music playing]
[Lovat] I, um
I regret the disagreement
we had at Braemar.
I pitied your poor nephew.
I I heard he died of a broken heart.
Indeed.
Deeply unfair of the MacKenzies
to keep the truth from you like that,
finding out that the woman
he intended to marry
had already been
handfast to someone else.
Well, that is enough to
break anyone's heart.
Handfast?
To whom?
My bastard son.
There.
It's yours.
Apart from that wee parcel
you coerced from me.
Is there any world in which you
would ever have given it to me freely?
[Colum] I might have given
it to you as a wedding gift.
I doubt that very much.
As if you'd ever be invited.
[thunder rumbling]
Well, then I shall consider myself free
from any obligation
to pay for your dowry
or any further expenses.
As is his right.
I don't want your coin, Colum.
I'll take the land because
it belonged to Da.
Here is the deed to that parcel.
So ye're free to marry yer bastard.
Congratulations.
Father would be proud.
I have one last condition.
Swear to me
you will honor our boundaries
and never set foot upon our
land so long as we live.
I swear.
You are free to come here.
[chuckles]
[door slams]
[Ned sighs]
[somber music playing]
You may have lost your sister,
but you won your brother back today
and-and with it, the clan's respect.
I- I was half expecting you to
take the Redcoats straight
to Dougal yourself.
[chuckles]
Never.
All will remember what you've done.
You are a good laird, Colum.
The West Indies?
No.
No. No.
No, I canna let him take you.
You can't stop him.
I will I will buy your bond.
[Grace] What with what money?
I'll beg. I'll borrow.
I'll steal if I have to.
We're only beginning.
I canna lose you now.
Murtagh,
I was never yours to lose.
It was madness to think that
I will board the ship. I will find you.
What do you think Mr. Cameron would do?
Welcome you in with a cup of tea?
Do you not feel as I do, then?
What I said earlier
I do love you.
Then marry me. [chuckles]
Mr. Cameron would say no.
[Murtagh] Oh, Mr. Cameron.
Then run away with me!
I belong to him.
If we were caught, he'd have you
he'd have you arrested for
stealing his property.
You'd be hanged.
You said all you wanted was
time when God wasn't looking.
God may not be looking,
but my master is.
[Ned] Brian will still have you, then?
Did you doubt it?
No. No, but
it is still a comfort to me, Ellen,
to hear you confirm it.
Would you have said that
before the Redcoats came?
I am only ever concerned for you.
You must, by rights,
have equal concern for my brothers.
But I do not blame you.
'Tis your job.
I made a promise to protect the clan.
And I knew you would keep it.
And now that you have,
I I am going to miss you.
I'll miss you too.
All those nights by the fireside,
reading, and our plays.
[laughter]
I- I will never forget your Titania.
Oh, well, I I I had
I had a talented scene partner
in you, my dear. [chuckles]
"I am a spirit"
"of no common rate."
"The summer still doth
tend upon my state."
"And I"
"do love thee."
"Therefore go with me.
I'll give thee fairies
to attend on thee."
Thank you, Ned,
for everything.
But if-if you ever have
need of my services-
[Ellen] No, no.
You mean so much more to me than that.
And I do love thee.
Well
Ellen
From your brother.
[lively music playing]
[Lovat] I couldn't believe my eyes.
[Lovat] A man's bed shouldn't
grow cold for too long.
Well, you have an ugly tendency
of inserting yourself
where you're not wanted.
Do not take that tone with me, wife.
She was content enough in my bed.
[dramatic music playing]
[Uncle Mac] Miss Grant,
she used to be a scullery maid.
You have a headache.
Poison kills.
[Margaret] Aren't you charming?
You should see the way they're
looking at each other.
He's going to get rid of me.
Oh, he'd never divorce you.
Imagine the scandal.
Aye. He's embarrassed of me.
I'm a blight on his name.
Well, at least you'd be free of him.
He'd keep William.
[Henry] The next "king."
You know what isn't a scandal?
When your wife dies.
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[seagulls squawking]
[children] Nailed it.