All language subtitles for Outlander.Blood.of.My.Blood.S01E04.720p.10bit._.2CH.x265.HEVC-PSA_[eng]

Previously...

Ellen MacKenzie,

there's something
special about you.

Then why are they
marrying me off

to Malcolm Grant?

If I had to bargain
with the devil himself

to spend a moment more
with you, I would.

There will be more
obstacles ahead.

Our laird, Isaac Grant.

How would you like
to be my new bladier?

Very well, then.

I couldn't help but notice that
you've been asking for a woman.

Perhaps we could help
each other.

I'll send word when I find her.

Whatever the cost, I would pay.

Have you anything to confess?

You're with child.

I was foolish to think

I could escape from here, Henry.

But I'm determined that
our baby will live.

So forgive me
for what I'm about to do.

Come and warm yourself,
my English rose.

Oh, goodness me.

Oh, for goodness' sake.

For all that's holy,
what have you done now?

No use crying over spilt milk.

Maybe not.

But always worth giving thanks
to the Gruagach for it,

whether you've milked
the cow yourself or not.

You did remember
to thank the Gruagach?

I thanked the woman
who brought it,

if that's what you mean.

That's not what I mean.

That will be why
you've spilt it.

You've angered the faery-folk.

Oh, I see. I am-I am sorry.

As you should be.

I canna have any mischief
from the faery-folk.

There's far too much work
to be done as it is.

And the Laird's expected home
from his business in Edinburgh.

He's due back to Leathers?

Aye, all being well.

Oh.

I- I was under the impression
that he'd be away longer.

Well, your impression was wrong,

though why you should take
any such notion at all

is beyond me.

The Laird is not obliged
to keep a maidservant

apprised of his
personal affairs.

And at this rate,
there'll be nothing for him

to eat or drink but this milk,

if it hasna soured
by the time he arrives.

Useless as a burnt bannock
you are, sometimes, I swear.

Should I go
and leave an offering

at the old milking stone?

I- Is that the custom?

I saw it when I was
gathering berries.

You can try,
though 'tis likely too late.

We have already incurred
the faeries' wrath.

Go and be quick about it.

If you're not careful,
the faery-folk will fool you,

play tricks,
hide your knickknacks,

knock things over,
take a baby from its bed,

spoil the milk.

I doubt you believe in them.

I didn't used to.

But after all that's happened
to me, I'm not so sure.

My parents taught me to put
my hope and faith in God.

But people here believe
in both ardently.

Do you remember that
bit of modern lore

about them that I loved?

J.M. Barrie wrote "That
when the first baby laughed

"for the first time, its laugh
broke into 1,000 pieces,

"and they all went
skipping about.

And that was the beginning
of faeries."

From that first fluttering of
a faeries wing in my belly,

I used to dream
about our sweet Claire,

how her first laugh
would surely populate

an entire kingdom's worth
of magical creatures.

I don't know how I got here.

I don't know if I can leave.

I don't know.

Henry.

What is it, darling?
Is everything all right?

What do you think about Peter?

Pan?

Beauchamp, if it's a boy.

Peter Beauchamp.
Peter Beauchamp.

Do you think those are
a bit advanced for a newborn?

I know. I know.

But the idea of
sharing the stories I love

with our little one,
I couldn't resist.

Right.

Well, I'm off to meet
Mr. Knowles.

- Oh.
- Mm.

Well, you-you didn't tell me
he'd been in touch.

Well, I didn't want to get
either of our hopes up.

There is a chance he might
offer me my old position

back at the solicitor's firm.

Oh, darling,
that would be wonderful.

Let's just hope a bit
of shrapnel in the back

hasn't affected
my legal abilities.

It hasn't.

You'll make little Peter
very proud.

And I hope to make him
equally proud

by matriculating
at a university.

Aha.

- Oh, my goodness.
- What?

Oh, my goodness.

Oh.

That's incredible.

He's really in there, isn't he?

You're so very sure it's a boy?

Of course I am.

It's my son
and heir to the throne.

Would you be very disappointed

if we ended up
with a little girl?

Mrs. Beauchamp,
all I care about

is that you and the baby
are safe and well.

A little girl would make me
the happiest father alive.

I believe I've been
faithful to you, Henry,

that I had no choice,

that this child
I'm carrying, once born,

would be taken from me-
or worse-

and it's not the faeries
who'd be responsible.

I've done what I can
to keep our baby safe.

But I will never stop trying
to get back to you.

♪ 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 ♪

I found her.
I found your woman.

Julia?

Here we are-an English woman,

brown hair, kind eyes.

Some wine?

Or...

perhaps you'd like to lie down?

No.

Sorry, I can't.

I know I'm not
who you were hoping for,

but tell me
how I can please you.

My mistress doesn't want
to lose your business.

She's instructed me
to do whatever you ask of me.

Well, drop the act for a start,

so I know who I'm talking to.

Oh.

No, that's-
that's not what I meant.

The woman you're looking for-

who is she?

Do you have any idea

how it feels
to hope for something,

but dread it so very much
at the same time?

As someone earning
a living this way, I do.

Then you'll understand
when I say that

she was someone
I was afraid to find here...

in a place like this.

I don't blame you.

I count myself lucky, in a way.

I'm here, passing time
with a gentleman.

I'm not out
in the perishing cold.

I hope your woman is somewhere
safe and warm as well.

This came while ye were away,

from the Grants.

That scoundrel, Isaac,

didn't even have the decency
to write himself.

This is from the hand
of his bladier.

I've been gone for over a month.

There was no other letter
from them?

No.

Did they hear yer concerns?

That bladier fellow says that
"without sufficient evidence,

"the MacKenzie interests do not
align with those of Clan Grant.

There's nothing further
to discuss."

"Without sufficient evidence,"
indeed.

What more do they need?

No better than bum fodder
to wipe one's arse with!

Perhaps they found
no reason to doubt

Miss MacKenzie's virtue.

She's an old maid,
for God's sake.

How did she escape
holy matrimony?

There must be a reason.

Or else why would
her oafish brothers

leap to the conclusion
that she'd run off

with Malcolm Grant
in the first place?

I suspect some moral lapse,

some stain upon her honor.

Is that a fight
you want to fight?

That there's no other way?

Tarnished goods is
what that woman is.

And I'm determined to prove it.

If you want Grant
to remain an ally,

be careful not to bite off
yer nose to spite yer face.

Ah, Julia.

You are a welcome sight.

Your lamb stew, My Lord.

What's this, lass?

Oh, it's a rash.

I get them from time to time
all over.

It's not contagious, is it?

There is a simple remedy.

If only I could visit
the apothecary.

But Mistress Porter
won't allow it.

She says it's a curse
from the faery-folk.

Well, go and do
whatever you must

to get rid of those vile spots.

Thank you, My Lord.

Balloch will escort you
to Beauly.

I'll take her, sir.

Very well.

I'll no' have that in my house.

Yes, My Lord.

Beltane is in two months' time.

Malcolm Grant has requested

that ye accompany him to
the festival near Inverness,

as his betrothed.

Surely, Dougal objects.

As war chieftain,
he's agreed that

your betrothal is not
his concern.

Although once ye're married,

he may have to involve himself.

I'm sure as laird,
you've got better things to do

than waste time on
such frivolities as a festival.

'Tis true.

A wee bit below my station now.

And Dougal?

I canna imagine
he's too happy about that.

Will he be accompanying me?

You sure you can trust him
around the Grants?

He'll attend a festival
closer to home.

Ned will accompany ye.

Ye'll go,

and make merry with the man.

And ye'll do it
with a smile on your face.

I will not.

And I willna marry him.

I've told you.

Ye ken full well the agreement
that was made at the gathering.

Aye, an agreement made
for a very particular reason.

You needed a Grant alliance
to strengthen the MacKenzies

and secure the lairdship.

You've no further need
of that agreement.

So ye'd have me break
my word to Isaac Grant,

tell him to forget it?

Tell him whatever you must.

Tell him
you've changed your mind,

or that I'm sickly
and in ill health.

Or better yet,
tell him how ill-tempered I am,

and that you made
a terrible mistake

in recommending
your sister for a wife,

that ye'd be saving him
from a life of misery.

I don't care what you tell him.

Have you ever heard
of Graham Finley?

No.

He was betrothed to Maura Grant.

It was arranged,

the date agreed upon.

Now, Maura isna the bonniest
lass in the county.

And when Finley laid
his eyes on her,

well before the wedding,

he decided he'd look
elsewhere for a bride-

Mary McLeod.

Canna be.

Mary McLeod married
an Erskine...

Ian, I believe.

Aye.

She did,

because Graham Finley couldna,

seeing as he disappeared
into the heather.

So you're saying, if I don't
go through with this marriage,

Isaac Grant will have me killed?

Do you want to take that chance?

How could you promise me
to such a family

when you kent all that?

Hold a grudge
if you must, Ellen.

But there's another reason you
must honor this arrangement.

I take no pleasure
in telling you,

but you must ken the truth.

What truth?

You think Da was a saint.

He let you do as you pleased,

and you turned a blind eye
to his faults.

I'm perfectly aware
that he was flawed.

Are you aware, then,

that because of his reckless
and self-serving spending,

that he died with a fraction
of the fortune that he assumed

when he took control
of the clan?

That he left this Earth
with the coffers empty

and his family and clan

on the precipice of destitution?

That's impossible.

You'd have told me sooner.

I only just learned it myself,
Ellen.

Let me show you
the ledgers that I inherited.

We've a month or so
before we'll resort

to selling the family silver.

But ye can help us.

Now, the Grants are wealthy.

A bit of favor from them
would go a long, long way.

If I do marry Malcolm,

you'll have to raise a dowry,

a sizable one at that.

Kine rather than coin,
if we're lucky.

And then you can be
our eyes and ears

at Castle Grant.

When you sell a woman
to another clan,

you sell her entirely,

body and soul.

And with that goes her loyalty.

As the wife of a Grant,
my allegiance would be to them.

So if it comes to that,

may God have mercy on your soul.

I can see you've spoken
to Colum then.

You canna bear
the sight of a Grant,

yet ye're content
to marry me off to one?

Ellen, if I had my way,
you'd be marrying MacRannoch.

Okay, but I have pledged

my loyalty to Colum,
and this is his domain.

Surely, alliances are
the domain of a war chieftain.

Ellen, I ken
what you're trying to do.

But you willna come between us.

Accept your role in the clan
as I've accepted mine.

Oh, that's a bonnie speech,
Dougal.

But I ken you'll only
suffer our brother

standing with you for as long
as it takes for him to falter.

Then you'll swoop in
and seize the mantle.

If I were you, I'd show some
respect to your war chieftain.

I would if we were at war.

You asked to see me, sir?

Aye.

How are ye faring
with yer search?

Still ongoing, unfortunately.

I hope my absence has not,
in any way, been a hindrance.

Not as yet.

But mind your frequency
of your visits to Inverness.

Right.

And remember,
your duty to Clan Grant

comes above all else.

As you know,
tomorrow's Quarter Day.

And 'tis your responsibility to
collect rents from my tenants.

You'll be asking each tenant
for a small increase

on what they usually pay...

a shilling more.

And what reason should I give
for this increase?

None.

They should respect
their laird's will,

and by extension,
that of his bladier.

And so they shall.

Mr. Bug will
accompany you on the rounds

to ensure all goes well.

Do not dare to return
with excuses in lieu of coin,

or courtesy is not
what you will be met with.

Do I make myself clear?

Completely, sir.

How often are you plagued
with this condition?

Oh, uh, not often.

And, uh, what brings it about?

Um, uh-I couldn't say exactly.

All over you?

I'd prefer not to talk
about it, if you don't mind.

Very well, then.

Greetings, all.
My name is Henry Grant.

The new bladier for Clan Grant,

here to collect the rents.

Now, you should all know
how this goes by now.

So I hope that we can make this

as painless as possible
for everyone.

Dinna forget the increase.

Thank you.

Your name, sir?

Lachlan Grant.

Yes, I'm afraid
this isn't enough.

'Tis what I paid
last Quarter Day.

Yes, well, there's been
an increase.

You'll need a shilling more.

The rent's increased.

Your name, Miss?

Morven Grant.

My Joseph passed away this year.

I dinna ken how I'll feed
the four bairns

I have at home,
much less the babe in my belly.

But I've brought some honey.

I've little else to give.

I pray it'll be enough.

My eldest helped me gather it
for the first time.

The honey will do.

Thank you.

Next time,
we will need the coin.

Why should I pay more
if she canna?

Trying to defraud us.

He wants to see us starve.

We're all just trying
to do our best here.

The Laird willna be pleased.
It's coin he's wantin'.

Mr. Bug,
I said the honey will do.

Ye canna believe
every tale of woe ye hear.

You must be firm with them.

This is a very simple task.

Well, if they don't have it,

what exactly do you
expect me to do?

Shake it out of them?

Name, sir.

Where's Pádraig Druiminn?

Afraid he's no longer working
in the Grants' service.

And how are we to ken
this increase willna

go directly into your pocket?

I assure you, this came directly

from the Laird himself.

You owe a shilling more...

I willna pay ye, Sassenach.

Why in God's name
didn't you step in?

I thought maybe you were
gonna shake the money

out of him after all.

I'll do my part
when you do yours.

I can't get blood
out of a stone.

That's not my concern.

'Tis yours.

But you must.

No, we must.

We're essentially taxing
these poor people.

What exactly are they
gonna get in return?

They get to live on this land.

If the Laird's bag of coin
isna full when we return,

it'll be your head on a pike.

Not mine.

Oh, God!

Oh, God.
Did you hear that?

Quiet.

You have to be quiet.

Fuck! Fuck.

They're fucking coming.

I need a cigarette.
I have to have a cigarette.

- No.
- I'm sorry, Lieutenant.

For the love of God.

No, you mustn't.
They'll see us.

Why the bloody hell did
you turn on the light?

Now they've gone
and bloody shot him!

They've shot him!

There's nothing to be afraid of.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

It's just me. It's just me.

♪ Take me back ♪

♪ To dear old Blighty ♪

♪ Put me on a train
For London Town ♪

♪ Take me over there ♪

♪ Drop me anywhere ♪

♪ Birmingham, Leeds,
Or Manchester ♪

♪ Well, I don't care ♪

♪ Tidley-idley-iti ♪

♪ Hurry me back to Blighty ♪

♪ Blighty is the place for me ♪

Keep Saint Anthony close,

wherever you go...

and he'll watch over you too.

What's wrong with you, man?

You were screaming the name
"Julia" in your sleep.

I, uh...

I was going for a pish
and kicked over a bucket.

You started screaming
like a banshee.

Nightmare, I suppose.

Hmm.

I'm very sorry to have
disturbed you, Mr. Bug.

Go back to sleep.

♪ Blighty is the place for me ♪

Why do you remain at Leathers?

What?

You're certainly
of an age to leave

and start a family of your own.

Well, my status as a bastard
doesna entice many a lassie.

I dinna have much to offer.

I can't imagine that
would stop every woman.

You're a kind man

and not unpleasant to look at.

But a wife is hardly
a prerequisite

for leaving home.

I did leave. Last year.

But I, uh, decided to return.

Why?

I missed my ma's haggis.

You're a good son.

But in spite of the importance
of a full stomach,

I'm sure Mistress Porter
would want to see you

thrive on your own someday.

It's what any mother would
want for their child.

Ye sound as though ye ken
of what ye speak.

What do they say?

"Mother is the name for God

in the lips and hearts
of little children."

I read that somewhere,
and it stuck with me.

I think many people worship
their children in return,

no matter how old they are.

Ah, ye can read, then?

Yes, a little.

There's more to you
than meets the eye.

You know,
I don't know why I bother

reading this drivel.

A fool of a politician
arguing for a reintroduction

of a national lottery.

To raise money for those
affected by the war, surely.

Yes, or to buy more munitions
for the next bloody onslaught.

I'd buy a ticket.

You would?

What's so surprising about that?

Well, my wife, the suffragette

and advocate for meritocracy,
is supporting a game

that rewards random chance?

It'd be naive to expect
every contest to reward merit.

Some choices are, by design,

a roll of the dice.

Yes, well, I think
they've gambled enough

with our lives.

And what has it brought us?

Loss.

Terrible loss.

And what of
the countless others?

The rows of men, not by
the hundred or the thousand,

but by the hundred thousand,
all marching

towards their senseless death?

How many hundreds
of thousands of pounds

is going to make up for that?

We can't put a price on that.

But in the darkest moments,

we must seize hope
wherever we can find it.

Even in something as small
as a lottery ticket.

And even when
one's chances of winning

are a million to one?

Why not?

I imagine the chances
were even slimmer

that you and I would
find each other.

Yet we did.

Well, all right.

Say that you win.

What about the many
unlucky people

who spent their last penny
on a ticket,

rather than putting food
on the table?

People can't survive
on bread alone.

If I could have
everyone's attention, please.

We're going to proceed
a little differently.

You will pay what you can
to make up your rents.

However,

for each additional tuppence
that you choose to pay,

you'll receive one ticket

and one entry into a lottery.

You may buy as many tickets
as you like.

What the devil are you doin'?

My job, Mr. Bug.

Those who can better afford it
will make up the difference

of those who can't.

What? What do you mean?

Now, the matching ticket

will go into this hat.

And we will draw a winner.

Now, the luckiest one of you
will receive a prize...

freedom from the obligation
to pay next year's rents.

You will live rent-free.

The Laird's instructions
were clear.

Let go so that I can fill
your master's coffers

in my own way.

With this mad scheme?

Money is money.

Listen.

If you don't trust me,
then they won't either.

Do it yer way.

But dinna say I didn't warn you.

Who's first?

What's the loss of
a few scant pennies

when there's the hope
of so much more?

How're you feelin' now, lass?

Why did we leave
the horse and cart so far back?

My feet are aching.

Your feet.

What about your rash?

You seem to have made
a remarkable recovery.

I do feel a bit better,
now that you ask.

Glad to hear it.

Because from here on,
you'll proceed on your own.

What do you mean?

This isn't Beauly.

Your father was explicit.

Maybe you can fool him,
but you canna fool me.

You feigned your illness.

No, I...

Save your breath.

I'm no simpleton.

And I need yer help.

So I've brought you here
to Castle Leoch.

MacKenzie territory.

I don't understand.

I thought the MacKenzies
were your enemies.

A Fraser at Leoch
is an unwelcome sight,

to put it mildly.

I only avoided detection
at their gathering

by the skin of my teeth.

Partly why we left the cart.

I'd be a fool
to tempt fate twice.

I need you to deliver
a message for me

to the Lady of the House,
Ellen MacKenzie.

And how am I to do that?

You're right.

I'm not ill.

But I am with child.

I don't want to put my baby
in any danger.

Why'd ye not tell me sooner?

My husband being gone,

it's complicated.

Dinna fash, lass.

I would never put you
in harm's way.

They willna take much notice
of a servant.

And if anyone gives you trouble,

ask for Mistress Fitzgibbons.

She's Murtagh's auntie
and Ellen's maid.

And why should I
do this for you?

What's to stop me going in there

and never coming back out?

Because with me on your side,
no harm will befall you.

You need a friend, lass.

You'll find one in me.

And if I do this for you,
you'll help me escape?

Help me leave Leathers
permanently?

You have my word.

What's the message?

Halt.

I'm here to see
Mistress Fitzgibbons.

Come this way.

And you are?

My name is Julia.

A Sassenach.

A servant,

familiar with your nephew,
Murtagh.

A servant of what household?

Castle Leathers.

Our housekeeper fell ill,

and I'm the only servant
who knows plants so well.

I told her I'd find something
to put in a tonic as a remedy.

But I'm unfamiliar
with these parts,

and I lost my way.

When I heard Leoch was near,

I recalled Murtagh's stories
of his beloved Aunt Glenna.

And I hoped this would be
a safe place for me to rest,

maybe have a sip of ale.

I canna believe it.

I dinna care how few servants
there are at Leathers.

'Tis a disgrace, sending you
out on your own all this way.

Come with me, you poor dear.

I feel awful
to trouble you like this,

especially given
the state of relations

between our households.

Oh, 'tis no trouble.

Us servant folk must
look after one another.

Oh, goodness.

Oh. Careful, lass.

Oh.

I do hope I'm not keeping you
from your duties.

Murtagh mentioned you look
after the Lady of the House.

Aye, Lady Ellen.

I should go to her.

She's been up in her chambers
since morning,

barely set foot outside of them.

Is she unwell?

She's a wee bit heartsick...

soon to be married.

Oh, I see.

'Tis the thought
of leaving her home and such

that's ailing her, most likely.

Well, I'd regret leaving too.

It's lovely here.

When is the happy day?

I willna bore you
with the details, lass.

Dinna fash.
Have a wee rest.

There's an alcove,
just over there.

And when you're well enough,
find Alec at the stables.

He'll bring ye in sight
of Leathers.

Lady Ellen, yer supper is cold.

I'm not hungry.

But ye havena eaten
all day, lass.

Lady Ellen.

Glenna, please.

Lady Ellen, my name is
Julia Beauchamp.

I've been sent by Brian Fraser
to deliver a message.

I dinna ken who
ye're talking about.

I believe you do.

Can I come in?

I can deliver his message
here in your chambers

or out here in the corridor
for anyone to overhear.

I'm the bridge.

Is he here? At Leoch?

Yes.
He wants you to meet him.

- I canna go.
- Why not?

Because if my brothers hear
the slightest whisper

of a Fraser hereabouts,
they'll hunt him down.

I swear.

They lay eyes on him,
they'll kill him.

They'll have no mercy.

Well,
then we must avoid detection.

They're watching me,
my every move.

I'm a prisoner in my own home
till Beltane.

May Day?

Aye.

I'm to attend the festival
in Inverness

with Malcolm Grant,
then locked in a dance wi' him

for 100 years if the faeries
have their way.

A 100-year dance?

On Beltane,
otherworldly creatures emerge

luring travelers
to their faerie hill.

There's one such hill
near that festival.

'Tis but a night of dancing
for these travelers.

But when they return home,
they discover that

100 years have passed, and all
they've ever kent is gone.

Henry?

100 years have passed,

and all they've ever kent
is gone.

This faerie hill,
is it marked by standing stones?

So you know it?

The hill, yes.

I've heard similar stories
in the past.

Perhaps it would be better
if the faeries did take me.

You may not have a say
in what others do,

but you have a say
in what you do tonight.

I know what it is to be
parted from your true love,

the pain it brings.

I feel it every day.

And I sense it in you.

You love Brian Fraser,
don't you?

With my whole heart.

Then go to him.

Many search their entire lives

for the kind of love
you've found.

Rarely do they succeed.

If you don't go,
it'll haunt you forever.

Trust me.

- Through there?
- Aye.

Unless you want to remain
here with the turnips.

Miss MacKenzie.

We must be careful.

There are MacKenzie men
patrolling the grounds.

Why have you come?

I needed to look into yer eyes
and know for myself.

Do you want to marry
Malcolm Grant?

You risked your life to come
and ask me that in person?

What do my eyes say?

That yer feelings
havena changed.

Have yours, for me?

Never.

I'll find a way out
of my betrothal.

I swear it.

We will.

There's someone coming.

You must go. Now.

When will I see ye again?

Beltane.

Go, please.

What are ye doing out here
at this late hour,

Ellen MacKenzie?

What's it matter to you?
I'm not going anywhere.

I couldna sleep,
so I came outside to pray.

I dinna want any walls
between me and the Lord.

Join me.

Maybe the Lord will
forgive us both our sins.

Thank you, but no.

I'm too fond of my sins
to give them up.

Which sin was it tonight, then?

The lassie with the ruby lips?

Or the one
with the sapphire eyes?

The Lord can hear ye
well enough in yer chambers.

I'm not a caged bird.

Oh, but ye are,

until ye're married
to Malcolm Grant.

Then 'tis his choice
whether to set you free.

- Come on.
- Let go!

Enough.

Or I will take the strap to ye,
and ye willna sit for a week.

I willna give you
the satisfaction.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Is it true what I heard?

That if I win, I willna have
to pay rent for the whole year?

That's right.

How many tickets will I get
for a sixpence?

I think I can manage that.

Sixpence.

One, two, three.

Best of luck to you
and your family.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Patience, everyone.

There are enough tickets
to go around.

Everyone will have their chance.

I'm sorry you didn't get
more time with her.

Least now I have a chance
to see her again at Beltane.

There is a slight complication.

She'll be attending
with Malcolm Grant.

I see.

You'll need someone
to liaise with Ellen

and to distract Grant.

Are you offerin'
to be that person?

I want to help you.

But in return,

I need your help.

I promised I'd help you escape.

Yes.

But you see, my husband and I
were parted near Inverness.

You think he's there?

You never told me
how you were separated.

Well...

it's hard to explain.

If the Beltane festival
is held near Inverness,

and you could take me there,

perhaps I could find Henry.

I hope so.

We have a bargain.

If you're here
to pick a fight...

And what's this?

A list of everybody

who should be invited
to the wedding.

Everybody I could think of.

You can add anybody
I may have missed.

Why the sudden change of heart?

I thought about our
conversation, your warning.

And nothing is worth
this chasm between us.

I've lost Da.

I canna lose you too,
my bràthair.

And nor can I let our clan
fall into ruin.

So if you truly think

that marriage to Malcolm Grant
is for the best...

I do.

Then I'll marry him
without resisting.

And I'll accompany him
to Beltane.

I'll have Ned send word
to the Grants

to confirm the arrangement.

It has come to my attention

that ye didna follow
my instructions.

Explain yerself.

Well, it's not the first
such scheme in history,

and it... it won't be the last.

A lottery is a way
to raise money

in a short period of time.

I explicitly told you
to raise the rent.

For your coffers, Laird.

It's more than double the amount

that you requested
with the increase.

More than double?

Your tenants paid
for their tickets willingly,

and their admiration for you
will only grow

when you announce the prize.

What prize?

A year with no rents paid.

Hear me when I say:

I willna allow anyone
to forgo payin' rent.

But, sir,
we have managed to obtain

the increase that you demanded.

And there is enough left

to cover the rents
for this quarter.

This will be
a gesture of goodwill

that could ease their burdens.

It's not my fault you decided
to play the saint.

Their suffering will be
on your head.

Perhaps.

But you should consider
the longer shadow

that it casts.

If they suffer, in their eyes,
it won't just be my doing.

Yours will be the hand
that refused them aid

in their hour of need.

But of course, you can

deduct the cost from my earnings

if you must.

Are you willing to pay
from your own pocket?

Mm-hm.

You're braver than I thought-

or, perhaps, more foolish.

You'll learn.

Highlanders respect strength
and forsake kindness.

I will allow this,

this time.

Cross me again,

and you might not find yourself
in my good graces.

Ye can see yerself out.

There's somethin' not quite
right about him, I swear.

And the bastard took my hat.

Do you want me to kill him?

Be a pleasure.

Not yet.

Our new bladier has
bought himself some time.

But watch him more closely.

Aye, M'laird.

I'm so sorry.

For what, my darling?

I know I frightened you
last night.

I frightened myself.

We'll work through this
together.

Oh, Julia...

there's something broken in me.

Oh, my darling.

I didn't know the man
you were before the war.

I fell in love with the man
who wrote me

all those letters
from the front,

the man you are now.

A man
who's a burden to his wife.

It breaks my heart
to see you suffer.

But I know that your suffering
is in part because

of how deeply you care.

I don't deserve either of you.

But you do.

Let me and this baby be
your guiding light.

Claire.

What?

If it's a girl, Claire.

It's French for
"clear and bright."

Like our future.

I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

I have nowhere else
to go for a moment's peace.

Did you find your lady

with the kind eyes?

No.

She isn't any lady, is she?

She's my wife.

Been looking for her
for months now.

I've searched far and wide,

and nothing.

I'm sorry.

But you're always welcome here.

How can I please you
tonight, sir?

Stop.

Do you think perhaps...

we could just lie here?

The time is yours, my love,

however you wish to spend it.

Come.

You summoned me?

My English rose.

Your bloom has returned.

I've had a miserable day.

You're the bonniest
of distractions.

Easy, My Laird.

You must be careful with me,

for I'm carrying
something precious.

You mean a child?

Your child.

Such blessed news.

Did you hear that,
Mistress Porter?

Julia's carrying my child.

And if I'm truly blessed,

it'll be a son.

Such joyous tidings, My Laird.

Offer my congratulations
to ye...

and to Julia.

Thank you, Mistress Porter.