All language subtitles for Outlander Blood of My Blood S01E01 1080p x265-ELiTE[EZTVx.to]

If I had my way,
I'd have put him out to sea

with his sword and sent him
on his way with flames.

We must find comfort
in the fact that Red Jacob

is with the Lord now.

I should have been able
to decide what was done.

What we're doing.

It's what he would have wanted.

I'm the eldest.

Aye, but not the eldest son.

Yer father's untimely death
has shaken us all, lass.

But one thing at a time.

Let's see ye dressed and ready
to face the day before us.

We must do our best
to get through the funeral.

How can we talk of putting
my father in the ground

when Clan MacKenzie
is vulnerable?

No successor was named.

Someone else, not of our name
or of our blood,

could come in and take charge
of the clan, of our home,

of our money, of our reputation,

of everything we have.

Ye ken that Colum and Dougal
are both bidding

for the lairdship.

The Gathering will decide.

Yer brothers may no'
have been named,

but folk will see

that they are MacKenzie
through an' through

an' choose one of them.

And in the meantime?

Our strength is being tested.

What's to come will be
a trial for all of us.

And even worse for you, my dear.

Your father protected ye
for a reason.

This, my bonnie wee lass,

is for you.

Bonnie, perhaps.

Not so wee now.

Nah, maybe not.

May any man who looks at you

with more feelings than he ought

be cursed and have his eyes
burnt out with hot coals.

I know I canna stay here
at Leoch forever.

I have a duty
to marry eventually.

But you've given me
the knowledge

to break free of certain chains

and taught me that true freedom
is the ability to think.

How can I willingly walk
into such a prison?

Ye need say no more, lass.

This is a MacKenzie brooch.

To be worn with MacKenzie plaid.

Man's plaid?

Our clothes tell a story,
m'annsachd.

Yer bodice
and yer skirts tell us

what's expected of ye
as a lassie.

This cloth stands
for something else,

tells a different tale.

Wear it as you would wear armor,

as my promise to you.

A MacKenzie ye are,

and a MacKenzie
you'll always be.

Try not to worry about it
too much, not yet.

How can ye say that
when you ken that Da

sought my opinion
on every matter?

I live and breathe
to protect this family.

I'm sorry.

I only meant that we must wait

to see what will become of us.

Oh, thank God that
both your sisters are married,

taken care of.

Perhaps 'tis time
you considered,

well, doing the same thing.

I'll have no talk of weddings

on the day
of my father's funeral.

He's so pale.

I hate seeing him like that.

'Tis how we'll all look
when we go.

He died in a manner
befitting the way he lived.

Hush, Jocasta.

Not now.

Dying mounted on a maidservant.

'Tis a stain on the family name.

I am only speaking the truth.

And wielding it like a sword.

I'm being sisterly.

Come now.

It's time.

As married women,
surely we should

take precedence
in this procession.

Especially you, Leticia.

You should be beside Colum,
leading the way,

setting an example
for what's to come.

Perhaps.

But Colum is no' yet Laird.

And I wouldna want
to cause my sister-in-law

any further sorrow today.

Aye. Leave her be.

She has a particularly
heavy burden to bear.

Ye ken she loved Da more than...

more than most,
perhaps more than anyone.

And I suppose we have
no burdens of our own?

Are we not grieving as well?

If anything,
ye ought to pity her.

For I doubt she'll ever love
any other man half as much.

And wi' him gone,
she's lost her power.

Aye.

She could do no wrong
in yer Da's eyes.

Her every word was more
precious to him than gold.

He listened to her.

What's troubling ye, lass?

Thinking of me next move, so.

You would normally have me
begging for mercy by now.

Janet's been wed.

Jocasta will be married
before long.

Am I next?

Am I a problem to be solved,

a burden to be rid of,
a pawn in a game?

I had Ned teach you
and your brothers chess

because it forces you to think,
to plan ahead,

to be patient,
to lure, manipulate,

strike without mercy.

It's a lesson about life,
what it is to be a laird.

Well, I'll never be a laird.

A laird's wife, perhaps.

Aye, it's true.

The tanists will never
bend the knee to you

or take a lassie's word as law.

But then lassies are
nothing but trouble,

or so they say.

You're disappointed.

Your mother, she was worried

that she'd disappointed me
as well.

All men want a son, I suppose,

to carry on the family name,
the bloodline.

Aye.
We even had a name for you.

James.

Why Ellen, then?

I ken it's from the Greek.

It means torch.

Torch.

And no just because
of the flaming red hair

that you have on your head,

but because
from that first moment,

I knew that you would always be
what lights my way.

Most blessed day of my life
was the day you were born.

Luceo non uro.

I shine, not burn.

Aye, you do,

the brightest of us all.

♪ 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 ♪

Oi!

Oi!

Give me yer name.

Which clan?

All right, lad.

If ye willna tell me...

Take this message home with ye.

I'm Dougal MacKenzie.

And if you come
to plunder MacKenzie lands,

reive MacKenzie kine,

then you'll leave
with less than you came with.

Could have been Fraser's men.

Surely he can still
manage a raid.

That bastard's been holding
a grudge against us for years.

I'll take a few men
and return their visit.

Doubt he'd be wanting
to pick a fight.

Simon Fraser of Lovat
is not much of a threat

considering his lack of status.

He hated Da,
despises MacKenzies.

Ye just as your father raised
you

to loathe the Frasers in return.

Aye, and with good reason.

The Grants, then.

You're quick
to cast blame, brother.

You hate the Grants
because they have money.

I hate the Grants
because they think

they're better than us.

Mind your tongue.

There are folk hereabouts
who'd relish hearing

that the MacKenzies
and the Grants

are at each other's throats.

They've wanted us
under their thumb for ages.

They see opportunity.

If it was the Grants...

If.

Now that-that your father
has passed,

there are plenty of folk
more than eager

to see the demise
of Clan MacKenzie,

for the abundant
grazing lands alone.

Unfortunately,
there will be many

whose cups will be raised
in celebration

rather than grief
at Red Jacob's passing.

He wasn't a beloved man
in these parts.

And I say that
as his trusted advisor

and someone
with deep respect for him.

God rest his soul.

Have you heard anything, Ned,

about which way
the clan is leaning?

Well?

It's too early
to draw conclusions.

But your father died

without naming someone
to follow in his stead.

And most of the tanists
and-and the chiefs

arriving for the gathering
seem torn

which of you to choose as Laird.

Well, a dirk across the belly
might change a few minds.

Yes, well,
it's that sort of talk

that has them worried, Dougal.

May I remind you
being Red Jacob's sons

doesn't guarantee a thing
in terms of the lairdship.

The Clan will never choose

from outside this family.

They'll vote to ensure they have

a strong leader whose actions
speak louder than words.

Dougal.

I'm not sure what's worse,
your cheap talk

or ill-thought-out deeds.

Not everything can be solved
with a brawl and some beer.

You lack diplomacy, brother.

And you lack the simple ability
to walk straight.

When the time comes,
now that Da is laid to rest

and all the ayes are counted
at the Gathering,

one man will have the most...

me.

You dinna want yers
to be cast out of pity,

now, do you, Colum?

Time to put such matters to bed.

I'm no' going to the MacKenzie
Gathering with ye.

You'll miss a once
in a lifetime occurrence.

And just what
would that be, huh?

Finally seeing you muster
the courage to talk

to this lassie
you've been harping on about?

Brian, come on.

Canna. Too many chores to do.

Chores ye should be
helping me with.

You dinna need me to go wi' you
and hold your hand, Murtagh.

Not hold my hand,

just stand there next to me.

Ask yer Auntie Glenna
to help ye.

She'll be more than glad
to see you there, I'm sure.

And you may come and go
as you please.

Ye ken well enough

I'm no' welcome
in that household.

Well, they've never seen
yer face before, have they?

Exactly.

A hatred for my father
that runs so deep,

they'd spit in the face of
the son they've never even met.

And they say hatred and love,
two sides of the same coin.

Hm.

Well, just as well.
Dinna have any coin to spend.

So no, I willna go,
thank ye very much.

I'd prefer to keep my head
attached to my neck,

if that's all the same to ye.

Think of the feasts
we could have, and the games.

I've attended feasts before

and have nothing to prove
at the games.

You could find a lassie

with my help
and a wee bit of luck.

I kent that would do it.

Now see, there ye're wrong.

I'm no' a fool
like you are, cousin.

I know better.

The love of a beautiful woman is

a balm for all man's troubles.

And you have a lot of those.

Brian! That'll be supper, then.

Murtagh,
you're welcome to join us.

So a lassie can solve
all my troubles, eh?

I'll tell you who's trouble.
You.

Don't keep yer father
waiting, Brian.

Pain in me arse.

Get off me!

I'm the best friend
you ever had.

Or the worst.

I think you mean the only.

'Tis a time for celebration,
is it not?

At long last,
God has answered my prayers.

I wish only that the news
had reached me sooner.

Not knowing
that he died a time ago

kept me from this rapture.

You prayed for a man's death?

Well, I prayed
that justice would be done

and that any man involved
in removing my title

or stealing my lands would
receive fiery judgment in hell.

Ye're sure
Red Jacob betrayed you?

He admitted as much
when last we met.

If the devil has seen fit
to call Seumas Ruadh home,

then who are we to question it?

Father, you hold on
to yer grievances

like a dog holds on to a bone.

Brian, you're not too old
to be lashed

for an insolent tongue.

Ye'd better remember who you are

and who yer not.

Murtagh knows his place
at my table.

He knows to listen and to speak

only when spoken to and-
and not before.

I assume you'll be leaving soon
for the MacKenzie Gathering.

After I finish my meal.

I'll want to know
who's in attendance,

who's talking to whom.

I was going
for the feasting and games

and to see my auntie.

Hmm.

Maybe pay my respects
to the elder Miss MacKenzie

and her sisters.

Didna have it in mind to spy.

Oh, not spy.

Merely open yer eyes and ears
of what ye may learn of value.

Their clan will choose
a successor.

Many will be vying
for the position...

but canna imagine they'll choose

the lame-legged one.

Or his brother, whose cock will
be the death of him one day.

Doesna sound like
ye're in need of a spy.

I've suffered
indignities all these years.

Lost land, wealth, favor.

I've been ostracized
and cast out of good society.

So I'll no' miss this chance
to reverse my position.

Take yer cousin wi' ye.

Two lads on the scent
of lassies,

it's more likely
to go unnoticed.

Murtagh doesn't need
anyone to watch over him.

Och, there'll be
hundreds at the Gathering

to pledge their oath
to the new Laird.

The MacKenzies may know
I have a bastard son.

But they surely dinna ken
what he looks like.

Ah!

At last. I'm famished.

I thought I'd have to fetch
my own supper.

Apologies, milord.

Thought I'd keep it warm for you

until you're ready to eat.

Ah.

Father, she hasna
been here long enough

to ken your habits.

Indeed.

Aye.

My son is right.

Forgive me.

Stay a while, me doll,
and I shall do my best

to acquaint you with them.

Allow me, Father.

I'll spare ye the trouble.

Lass, please come now
to the kitchen.

There's work to be done.

I ken ye've much to learn
about this house

and those who live here,

but I've told ye time and again

not to linger in the Laird's
presence without me.

Master Murtagh
and Master Brian were there.

Aye, but he doesna care
who's witness.

Ye have to be unseen.

'Tis best he think of you
as furniture.

You dinna want the alternative.

Yes, mistress.

Now get along to your work.

If Dougal is chosen...

ye'd have to go?

Kind way of putting it, aye.

I'd be forced out.

Or mebbe I'd be seeing Da again

a wee bit sooner than I thought.

Do you think Dougal
has enough support?

I dinna ken.

Ye have mine.

Oh, my Lord!

What? What is it?

May the devil take my eyes.

Let me see, Rupert.

Och, you've seen enough,
ye wee little rat bag.

'Tis my turn.

Oh, my word!

Told ye.

I canna look away.

What?
What's happening now?

I dinna ken.

'Tis like they were rabbits.

- Rabbits?
- Aye.

Or kine. One or the other.

Well, kine or rabbits?
Which is it?

Angus, Rupert.

We werena doing anything.

Aye, and if we were,
'twas Angus that made me do it.

Just like I said, Rupert,
you are a wee rat.

I willna tell, boys,
if you willna.

- Aye, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Now be gone with ye,

before the devil does
take yer eyes.

Dougal?

When you've completed yer task,

could you please oblige your
brother with your presence?

When I've finished.

Dinna do this.

Dinna ken yer meaning.

I will not so much as beg ye.

But I ask ye as my brother,

blood of my blood,

withdraw any challenge.

Yield.

Do what you ken is right.

I am the eldest,
the wisest of us.

I've been preparing for this
all my life.

Let me be laird.

Let ye?

What are ye,
looking for my permission now,

now that ye canna run
clypin' to Da?

Dinna bring him into this.

Since when have you
ever valued his opinion?

Da always kent I was stronger.

Aye.

And stupid enough
to have forgotten

how he beat you endlessly
to make you so.

You will bring disgrace
to us all.

I will bring glory to this clan.

The men will need a chieftain
to lead them in battle

if there is a rising, a war.

If the war does come,
Clan MacKenzie will need

a laird who can bring order.

Blood of my blood,

we are cut from the same cloth,

forged in the same fire,
and yet ye canna understand

that I'm deaf to your words.

All I hear is fear, excuses,

a desire to talk me
out of challenging ye,

for ye ken you'll lose.

We'll stand before all the septs

and their leaders,

and they'll swear allegiance
to one of us.

If you could hear yourself,

you'd ken you're not ready.

I ken all I need to.

And I ken they willna
bend the knee to a cripple.

If ye can manage it,

bend your knee to me.

Dinna turn your back
on me, Dougal.

I'm talking to ye.

Time for talking is over.

I miss our daily walks
in the garden.

Perhaps we can take them
more often.

- Be good for your legs.
- Mebbe.

But I have a wife
to walk wi' now.

Aye, ye do.

Colum, terrible news
about Seumas Ruadh.

Yer father was a great man,

much loved hereabouts.

Are ye acquainted wi'
my sister, Ellen MacKenzie?

I've not yet had the pleasure.

May I introduce James MacKinney.

Mr. MacKinney.

Lady Ellen, the rumors
about your beauty are true.

Kind compliment. Thank you.

But no' enough to raise a smile.

I'm still in mourning.

You willna always be.

I'll leave you to grieve
in peace, then.

He's not hiding
his intentions very well.

A keen observation.

He's no' here to pay respects.

He's here to ingratiate himself.

He wants control
of Clan MacKenzie.

Murtagh.

Aye.

Go. Pay your respects.

I'd stay to give ye a push,

but I feel like a hare
out in the open,

about to be someone's supper.

Go, then.

See if I can manage
a step or two without ye.

What were ye thinking,
bringing him here?

Not now, Auntie.

Ye ken better.

If the MacKenzies find
that Fraser in their midst,

there'll be no mercy for him.

He will wish he hadna been born.

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser.

I see.

Now you've lost your wits.

She's a lady,
and you are no gentleman.

Not that she's in mind
of marryin'.

Dinna need to be a maidservant
to be privy to that.

Aye.

Jacob swore to her

that she doesna have
to take a husband.

And 'tis no secret
that she doesna wish to.

There are plenty of lassies here

who'd be delighted by attention
from a man such as yerself.

Mebbe.

I can only see her.

Then close yer eyes

or cast them
in another direction.

Mebbe give someone else a go.

Where ye from, man?

What family?

Dinna recognize ye.

Canna recall if I've seen
hair so dark in my life.

I'm gonna go.

My arm's, uh...
it's nearly falling off, see.

And I'd very much like
to lift a tankard later.

Gentlemen, will ye have a throw?

Dinna like the look of him.

If ye're thinking
of bedding down here

for the night,
I can suggest better places.

Ye can speak?

Aye.

Just, uh, dinna expect
to hear a voice hereabouts.

Not many kine or horses speak.

Many?

I didna ken they were endowed
with that power at all.

Aye, of course they are.

They dinna speak to you...

the horses?

I find some to be very wise.

And, eh, much better company

than, say uh, chickens.

Well, no one likes
the company of chickens.

Why are you here,
hiding amongst the beasts?

It's been a long day.

And I'm afraid I have
very little social grace left.

Ah.

Suitors?

Aye.

Unwanted.

I could ask ye the same.

I, too, have, uh...

suitors.

I wager ye do.

Keep looking.

Oh, that'll be the suitors
ye were talking about.

Aye.

And I dinna think
they have courtship in mind.

Ye should probably
make haste, then.

Aye.

I ken this may be forward,
but will you meet me

in a more uh, suitable place?

Aye.

There's a bridge
at the edge of this estate,

as if you're traveling
to Inverness.

Aye. I ken it well.

During the tynchal.

Tomorrow.

He couldna have gone far.

Find the bastard!

Go.

Go.

Welcome to Leoch, Mr. Grant.

Colum, Dougal,

my deepest
and most sincere condolences.

Seumas was a friend.

His loss will be felt
for many years.

Thank you.

He will be missed.

You'll remember my son, Malcolm.

And this is our spokesperson
and bladier, Henry.

Gentlemen.

Where have ye been?

Am I not free
to mourn as I wish?

Lady Ellen.

Ye may no' remember,
but we met long ago.

I'm Malcolm Grant.

We were no more than wee bairns.

My father had business here
wi' your own father,

and we were scolded
for running around

and screaming like banshees
in the courtyard.

I do have a vague recollection,
now that you mention it.

I'm glad to hear it.

Thank you for coming.

Ye're new to the Grants.

That's right.

English?

I'm a Grant by name now.

Ah, thereby hangs a tale.

In spite of appearances
to the contrary,

the mood between us here
is one of unease.

Indeed.

Is there anything I can do
to, say, lighten it?

Well, perhaps you have
something in mind already.

A bond of friendship
between our clans.

A financial bond.

You say financial,
I say friendship.

Makes little difference
in the end, perhaps.

Well, money does have
a way of transforming

an enemy into a friend
almost overnight.

Before we continue,
may I inquire

as to what happened
to your predecessor?

I'm told he left in haste
to the American colonies

in the interests of our laird.

Unaware of the precise details.
Perhaps land.

They say the King is granting
land to all and sundry

in the provinces
of North and South Carolina.

Strange, 'cause he didna
mention it when last we spoke.

We were negotiating toll rates.

Well, I am at your service.

Ah, we can discuss that
at a more suitable time.

Agreed.

And how is it ye came
into the service of the Grants?

Met Malcolm in Inverness.

He was impressed by my uh,
acumen,

ability to conduct myself.

Offered me a position
as advisor and scribe,

asked me to be their bladier.

Isaac must have been
impressed as well.

Nothing happens
amongst the Grants

without his approval.

When next we meet, you can uh,

you can tell me
all about how you came

to be in bonnie Scotland.

Well?

I'm meeting
with their new bladier later.

I don't think the raid was
the Grants' doing.

They could, if they so choose,
take all that we have.

True.

'Twould be my pleasure
to welcome the Grants properly.

Their retribution would
be swift and unmerciful.

The Grants have over 300 men
at their command.

Ah.

Well, three of my men
are worth 300 of theirs.

We need their support, Dougal,

if one of us is to be laird.

Hell will come to Leoch
before I ally with the Grants.

'Tis no' your decision.

You are not laird.

Stop acting like one.

Excuse me.

I didn't mean to startle ye.

Mr. Grant.

Were you leaving?

May I escort ye?

Um, no.

Thank you,
but I'm not feeling well.

I was going to retire
to my chamber.

Well, may I see you there, then,

in case you fall ill
along the way?

No.

Ye canna miss the tynchal
on my account.

I will live.

There's a thousand boars
to hunt.

But the chance to be
in the company as one

so bonnie as yourself
is rare indeed.

It was kind of ye
to see me home safely.

An honor.

Mebbe there's still time.

Ye could return to the hunt.

Lady Ellen...

I hope ye can find some rest.

Until we meet again.

Yer father has departed,
as he intended.

Good.

We're leaving too.

I thought ye wanted to stay.

There's no reason to stay
any longer.

It's not usual for a lady
to meet a strange man

without a chaperone.

And yet, here you are.

Well, I didn't wish to be rude.

I simply came to say farewell
and that I canna stay.

No, please.

Stay,

even if just for a moment.

But I willna have yer honor,
yer virtue questioned.

Mebbe today the bridge
could be our chaperone.

You stay on that side,
and I'll remain here.

Very well.

I'll stay.

But only for a moment.

Well, with what
little time we have,

let me remove an obstacle.

I never asked yer name.

Ellen.

I'm Brian.

Do ye have a surname, Brian?

I do.

Of course I do.

But you havena told me yours.

Ellen MacKenzie of Leoch.

You do not approve?

No, it's...

I'm Brian Fraser...

bastard son of Simon Fraser,

formerly Lord Lovat of Beaufort,

presently of Leathers.

That is unfortunate.

'Tis.

I must admit,
since our encounter,

I've tried to forget ye.

Strange.

I could do nothing
but think of you.

You've haunted my every thought.

I didn't say I succeeded.

Forgive my boldness,
but I had to touch ye.

Nothing more than yer hands.

Am I too bold?

Shall I return to my place
across the bridge?

No.

What can we do?

My father detested yours.

My brothers...

surely will not allow it,

allow us.

I'm sure your father
will be of like mind.

There'll be
more obstacles ahead.

Many, nae doubt.

Where do we go from here?

I dinna care if it's fate

or divine intervention
that brought us together.

If I had to bargain
with the devil himself

to spend a moment more with ye,

I would.

Come on!

Isaac! Look at it!

Thank you!

Thank you.

Yer hands... are ye hurt?

'Tis the boar's, not mine.

A formidable beast.

Ye must have been
afeared for your life.

Nay.

In the eyes of many a hunter,

my sister, Ellen, is the prize.

'Tis she you're looking for,
is it not?

She's likely fending off
her other suitors.

Shall I say
you were looking for her?

No, thank you.

More formidable
than your boar, though.

And I should ken,

for I'm forever walking
in her shadow.

The sun shines upon her,
'tis true.

Though I've never met
a MacKenzie

who dwelled in any shadow.

She's still not returned?

No.

That's a worry,
with all that talk.

I thought Ellen was
intending to dine with us.

Where is she?

Mistress Fitz,
have ye seen Ellen?

Nay, she's no' in her chambers
or anywhere at Leoch.

Was she not at the tynchal
this morning?

Aye.

She was. I saw her there.

But then...

What?

Speak if ye ken something.

Some saw her going off
with... Malcolm Grant.

I told ye.

They must think we are weak

if they think
they can take Ellen from us.

Malcolm could be having
his way with her as we speak.

We can't leap to conclusions
on the basis of mere gossip.

Well, I canna be certain.

That's why I'm so hesitant
in telling ye.

Where else could she be?

I dinna ken.

Dougal, where are you going?

To retrieve our sister.

Wait.

Let us think on the matter.

After all, folk no' blessed
with much sense

are apt to be sent
on fools' errands.

And this is surely
a fool's errand, Dougal.

Better a fool than a knave.

You use your head
to solve the problem.

I'll use my blade.

Dougal.

Dougal.

Dougal!

If Malcolm Grant did take Ellen,

would we have just cause
to demand reparations?

Aye.

And could even be lucrative

if he were to... violate her.

What you're doing is risky,

riling Dougal up.

He could upset the Grants, or-
or he could get himself killed.

Aye.

And in either case,
'tis another problem solved.

Go on. Go 'round.

Halt. I said halt!

What is this?

Why are ye impeding us?

Enough!

Dougal!

Dougal, have ye lost yer way?

Stop!

Relent or I will
slit his throat.

Do you wish to lose a man
for no reason?

Well?

Why in God's name
have you done this?

Where is my sister, Ellen?

Have you not eyes?

She is not here.

She was last seen
in your company,

and now she is missing.

Oh, and you were of the mind
that we'd kidnapped her?

I'm not yer sister's keeper.

If I was, I'd ken where she is.

And rest assured, this incident

will no' be forgotten easily,
Dougal MacKenzie.

Oh, thank heavens
ye're safe and well.

All is well, Mistress Fitz.

Such dramatics.
Worthy of Shakespeare.

Gone without a word to me,
to anyone.

If yer father was here...

Then none of this would be
happening at all.

I'm sorry.

I'm doing my best
to put on a happy face.

I did nothing more than want
to be alone in my grief.

There may be more grief to come.

What do ye mean?

Well, when ye didna come
to dinner

and we couldna find ye,

Dougal thought ye'd been
taken by Malcolm Grant.

And he went to find him and...

I must speak with my brothers.

Where in God's name
have ye been?

What does that matter?

Oh, it matters.

Curse you to hell and back,
Ellen MacKenzie.

Don't speak to Ellen that way!

You... you should be

thanking the Lord
for her safe return.

You are no' my damn father!

Dinna tell me how to speak
to my own sister.

Safe return?

She'd be better off dead.

All of us will be
when the Grants come for us.

Where were ye?

What's happened?

Well, ye vanished
without a trace.

We imagined the worst,

that that villainous Grant
had raped ye.

We fought in yer name,
for yer honor.

We?

You.

You did,

bloody reckless, damnable fool.

What?

Beat Malcolm Grant to dust.

I wasna with Grant.

I would never.

Christ, ye think
we dinna ken that now?

If not wi' Grant, then who?

Where were ye?

You may ask me a hundred times,

and on principle alone,
I will not tell you.

Not now.

I don't owe you anything.

One of us will soon be laird.

Then you'll owe us everything.

A place to rest yer head,

a full belly, your books,
your gowns...

all of it.

Because it will be one of us

that'll be keeping you
in the luxury

to which you've become
accustomed.

If that's true

and that's yer attitude,

let the Grants come.

Let them come

and put us all
out of our misery.

Who will ye name
as yer heir, Da?

One canna walk.

One canna think.

Each one has
what the other lacks,

but neither have the necessary
traits to be a laird.

But...

nota res mala optima.

The evil that you know is best.

And the author?

Plautus.

Slainte.

Ye ken your brothers
and how to influence them.

As for my heir,

'tis a problem
for another day, a leannan,

as I have no intention
of dying any time soon.

Your wit and your tenacity

are a blessing to me,
mo chridhe.

You have more of me in you

than both yer brothers
put together.

If only you had a cock.

Brian.

Ye're not listening
to me, Dougal.

Word from Alec is that
half the chieftains here

already ken what happened.

Soon, everyone
in the Highlands will know.

Colum, have you heard
a word we've been saying?

Colum?

I gave this bird to our father.

I never once saw him look at it

or speak to it

or even deign to give it a name,
for that matter.

Your father had many things
on his mind.

He may have been
a good friend to ye, Ned,

but he was deficient
as a father.

We must make amends
with the Grants without delay.

Oh, ye're making
the decisions now?

I'm merely thinking of the clan.

And your head.

Ye got what you wanted.

I tried to dissuade him.

You heard me.

Come now, Colum,
playing coy doesn't suit you.

You lit the fuse.

Now you'll put out the fire,

proving to all that
you are the rightful laird.

My father kept you close
all these years for a reason.

I'd do the same.

I'll send word to the bladier,

see if there's something
we could offer as recompense.

There is something.

I remind you
the coffers are low.

The-the kine we have
will fetch a good price,

but that is-well,
it's money we don't yet have.

We have something
far more valuable

than money or livestock.

A wife.

Give Ellen to Malcolm Grant.

You saw the way
he looked at her.

Your father promised her
she'd never have to marry

for the sake of the clan.

He gave her his word.

My father is dead.

And so is his word.

Well, that was worth it.

Thank you, Mr. Beauchamp.

You know what I meant.

Coming out here
for a bit of privacy.

That woman who runs the inn,
always lurking about.

Yes, I've pictured her with her
ear pressed against our door.

Well, thank you.

I didn't have that image
until just now.

I'm famished.

So I wasn't enough,

Mrs. Beauchamp?

Claire would love all of this.

Some spectacular hedgerows
back there

full of wild raspberries.

I told her we'd go picking
when I get home.

Promised her we'd make some jam,

maybe even some homemade wine.

Ugh, from raspberries?

Yes.

You just need a bit of water,
some sugar, yeast.

Leave it to ferment.

A wife who can turn
water into wine.

A lovely fringe benefit.

Even better than that,
an infusion of raspberry leaves

has been used for centuries
to help women in childbirth.

What?

I didn't say anything.

Well, no, my darling,
but your face did.

What are you worried about?

You know I really hate it
when you do that.

I believe you used
the wrong verb.

I think you meant "love."

Yeah, that's it.

Well, come on.
Don't keep me in suspense.

I'm just a little concerned
about Claire.

Oh, she's fine, my darling.

A couple of weeks
with dear Uncle Lamb?

Goodness me,
if I'd ever been so lucky.

They're probably in
the British Museum this minute

having a grand old time.

Well, knowing my brother,

he'll have her learning
hieroglyphics,

trying to translate
the Rosetta Stone.

You're worried how
she'll react when we tell her?

Yes.

Well, we've got time.

I won't be showing
for a few more months.

I don't know.
She's been our whole world.

I do hope she'll get used
to having a little baby sister.

Brother.

Sister.

- Don't even start.
- Brother.

- Henry!
- Julia!

- Henry!
- Julia!

Are you hurt?

No. Are you?

No. No.

The motorcar?

Here. Come here.

Come here. Come on.

That's it. Come on.

Goodness me.
We've been walking for hours.

While I know we said we wanted
to get away from it all,

this isn't quite what I imagined

our holiday to be like.

Well, you said
you wanted an adventure.

Goddamn stone in my shoe.

Hang on.

Well, why don't I go up here

and see if I can get
the lay of the land?

Well, hold on.
I'll come with you.

Just let me get
this rock out first.

I'll be back before you know it.

It was a boulder.

Julia?

Julia!

Sweetheart?