All language subtitles for Outlander.Blood.of.my.Blood.S01E05.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

Previously...

Julia's carrying my child.

Such joyous tidings, m'laird.

Thank you, Mistress Porter.

The MacKenzie interests

do not align with
those of Clan Grant.

Perhaps they find no reason

to doubt Miss
MacKenzie's virtue.

Tarnished goods is
what that woman is.

My sister Ellen is the prize.

I'm forever walking
in her shadow.

I've never met a MacKenzie
who dwelled in any shadow.

I need you to deliver
a message for me

to the lady of the house.

He wants you to meet him.

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

May Day?

Otherworldly creatures
emerge to play their music,

luring travelers to
their faerie hill.

Is it marked by standing stones?

So you know it.

I'll find a way out
of my betrothal.

-When will I see you again?
-Beltane.

If you truly think that
marriage to Malcolm Grant

-is for the best...
-I do.

...then I'll marry him.

Well, aren't you a vision?

All are waiting for you, sister.

♪ 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 ♪

Do you have everything, lass?

I believe so.

When you return without
me, will you be punished?

Aye.

But it'll be worth it.

Still, I am sorry.

Oh.

Will this be enough food?

Perhaps we should take
a few more apples.

Not from the pantry.

Then the housekeeper
would have my heid.

Mm, both our heads, I imagine.

There'll be more than
enough at Beltane

and the best cakes
ye've ever tasted.

'Twill be a bonnie sight.

Folk gather from
all over, you see.

'Tis neutral ground,

land that no one
clan lays claim to.

You sure you're well enough
to travel, considering?

Isn't it said that
many women travel

for the fertility blessing?

Ah, usually before the
bairn's in their belly.

I want to do this for you...

and for Lady Ellen too.

Shh. Careful, lass.

The walls have ears.

Of course.

Come.

Where are you two off
to at this early hour?

And without permission?

I rise expecting to see
chamber pots emptied,

fires lit, breakfast begun,
only to find you gone.

Julia's coming
with me to Beltane.

I swear, I did as many chores
as I could this morning

without disturbing
anyone's sleep.

And I'll do twice as
much work when I return.

You'll stay here.

I dinna ken what you're
thinking, either of ye.

If the Laird were to
catch wind of this,

there'll be hell to pay.

Ye ken better than
this, Brian Fraser.

I was taking her to receive
blessings for the bairn.

Surely he can spare
her for a few days.

Not Julia.

Your father willna allow it.

Maisri is on her way to
Leathers as we speak.

-Maisri?
-My father's seer.

She's coming on Beltane...

when the veil between
the worlds is thinnest.

'Twill aid in her divination.

But why does he need Julia?

Lovat holds readings
for his bairns.

He did this for you as well.

'Tis time ye Kent, I suppose.

She's carrying your sibling.

What? You led me to believe...

I'm so sorry you had
to find out like this.

I didn't have a choice.

My father's child?

I ken the position he
must have put you in,

but you should have
told me the truth.

You must stay here, then.

There's no escaping
this reading.

But without me...

'Tis no longer a
concern of yours.

Thinking of the many fine
gowns and Grant carriages

you'll soon have at
yer disposal, no doubt?

More than I have,
that's certain.

It's not a competition, Jocasta.

Oh, could have fooled me.

All of this to-do is for you.

I ken it isna Malcolm
you're thinking about.

If it was a competition,
ye'd be winning,

given that you're
already a married lady.

Perhaps you could offer
me your wise counsel,

help keep Malcolm Grant
satisfied as a wife.

Well...

when I was betrothed, I
wasna such an old maid as ye.

But John's expectations
were clear enough.

I was to be doting
and obedient...

his silent prize,

to be admired and not touched.

If that's what Malcolm
Grant expects from me,

then I'm certain to
be a disappointment.

Then again...

I saw the way he mooned
after ye at the gathering.

Perhaps he intends to
ravish ye after all.

-Don't be obscene, Jocasta.
-What?

Maidens often lose their
innocence at Beltane,

when our sins are burned away,

cleansed by the need fire.

'Tis the perfect time for
Malcolm to steal you away

and plant a bairn,

if you're still
able to carry one.

Oh, it's kind of
ye to be concerned,

considering your own
struggle to conceive.

You're no maiden.

Have you, in fact,
lost your innocence?

How long has John Cameron
been waiting for an heir?

Enough now.

Nearly as bad as your brothers.

Brian.

Canna believe it.

You were gonna leave
for Beltane without me.

I'm coming with you.

Are ye sure?

Maybe ye wouldna want to,

since you have enough
to keep you busy

and so heartsick
over Miss MacKenzie.

What? That's why I need to go.

She's gonna be there.

My auntie says she's
attending with Malcolm Grant.

I see.

Maybe better we
stay out their way.

Or maybe this is my chance.

I can finally have a
moment alone wi' her.

Under Grant's nose?

She's betrothed, Murtagh.

During Beltane, all
vows are forgotten.

I ken ye've never felt
this way about a lassie.

But when ye meet
one such as her...

-There'll be other ones.
-No. Willna be.

And Grant canna keep an
eye on Ellen every moment.

You'd be a fool to try it.

Well, lucky for me,

I have a cousin who's just
as foolish as me to help.

Now come on.

Don't lose yourself
in the revelry, lass.

You must remember your duty.

To charm Malcolm Grant.

No need to remind me.

Colum's words are
ringin' in my ears.

So you ken the consequences,

should you attempt to
upend your betrothal?

My reputation in ruins, a
beating from my brothers...

...and perhaps worse
from the Grants.

You always had the knack
for making matches.

You must admit, Malcolm
is a good one for you.

If he decides he
doesn't want you,

Colum will marry you off to
another less suitable man.

That is the best
possible outcome.

You won't do anything
reckless tonight?

You have my word.

Mind you, that doesn't
mean we can't have any fun.

Shall we?

Would ye like to assist us, sir?

We'll need nine men
to build the need fire

-before the ceremony.
-Oh, I'm sorry, no.

I'm afraid I'd have
no skill at that.

-Lady Ellen.
-Mr. Grant.

'Tis a pleasure to be reunited

My bonnie bride.

She's being modest.

'Tis more than a pleasure.

She talked of nothing
but you all the way here.

I didna ken ye'd be joining
us, Mistress Cameron.

Well, my husband
usually accompanies me,

but he wasna
feeling well enough,

so he sent me along
wi' my sister.

How thoughtful.

Well, I hope you enjoy yourself.

Oh, I will,

though I confess, these
grounds are new to me.

And to me.

We often celebrate
the coming of summer

at a festival closer to Leoch.

Oh.

Well, there's much to see here.

Where to begin?

Well, there's
feastin' and dancin'

and the Beltane ceremony
itself, of course.

But the procession
to the stone circle

for the fertility blessings
isna for a few hours.

Oh.

My sister is more than
eager for a bairn.

You'll certainly want to
receive fertility blessings,

won't you, Jocasta?

Shall we?

Stop.

What's all this
talk I keep hearing

about a stone circle hereabouts?

I assume it might be, uh,
significant in some way?

Aye, Craigh na
Dun. It's not far.

Some of the maidens will
leave around nightfall

and dance about the stones

to appease the faeries
who dwell there,

-prevent folk from being taken.
-Faeries?

Aye, they're known
to appear on Beltane,

snatch those who don't
pay proper respects.

So, you best keep your distance.

I don't suppose you've come all
this way to talk about faeries.

No, I haven't.

So you're still looking
for your woman, then?

Always.

But I am afraid there
is some business

that I must discuss
with you first.

My laird has received word

from Lord Lovat
of Castle Leathers

urging caution about
Malcolm's betrothal.

He has expressed some concern

about Lady Ellen's reputation,

although he offered
no proof of misdeeds.

There is nothing to worry
about in that regard.

Well, it did make me wonder why
Lovat would make such a claim.

Because he hates the MacKenzies,

fears their alliance
with the Grants.

Simon Fraser insists
on using his title,

which he lost, along
with his lairdship,

years ago.

He's convinced
that that Red Jacob

had a hand in his downfall,

but his misfortune
is all his own.

And the audacity of the
man, given what he did.

What did he do?

He stands accused

of the kidnapping and
the rape of a noblewoman.

Now, I don't know
all the details,

but it's clear he is
not to be trusted.

Simon Fraser should
concern himself

with his own reputation.

I- I can assure you,
there are no misdeeds.

Well we replied,
told him as much.

And we haven't said
a word to Malcolm,

but between you and me,

Isaac is a little
uneasy about it.

So I'm just doing
my due diligence,

which I'm sure you understand.

But, Mr. Gowan, you
had better promise me.

Do whatever

and speak to whomever you must.

But you will find
all rumors and gossip

entirely without merit.

See the Caller?

Mm-hmm.

He's the one to impress.

Perhaps I should dance
wi' him instead, then.

Aye, but he's not only
lookin' for the best dancer.

He's also watching
for the bonniest lass.

And he'll have a better
view of ye from here.

Imagine being crowned May
Queen at the fire ceremony.

Quite a spectacle.

If I were still a maiden,

I'd be the first to
join the ceilidh.

Lady Ellen?

Shall we?

I dinna like to have
everyone's eyes upon me.

Go on.

'Tis your last chance to compete

since ye'll be
married next year.

I've not much grace as a dancer.

I dinna wish to disappoint you.

Ye never could, Lady Ellen.

We begin with one
of our favorites!

Brian.

You're here.

I needed a way to speak to you
without arousin' suspicion.

We must pretend to be strangers.

Can you get away somehow?

I'll find an excuse.

Meet me by that
old castle tower?

I ken it well.

Lost ye for a moment.

Why are ye no' dancing?

I could ask you
the same question.

This contest is
for maidens only.

And where's Mr. Cameron?

In bed with the
sweatin' sickness.

Now for our second
dance of this evenin'.

Pretend you're a maiden, then.

All's fair in love
and at Beltane.

It'll be our secret.

Dancing suits ye.

You're glowin'.

What did you say to Ellen?

-What?
-I saw ye exchanging words

when ye were partnered
in the dance.

Did ye put in a
good word for me?

Uh, I couldna.

Barely enough time to breathe.

Ye missed yer chance, man.

What a fine group of dancers.

But there can be
only one May Queen.

The lassie with the most
grace, the most elegance...

It's going to be you.

...the jewel of Beltane is...

Lady Ellen MacKenzie.

Followin' our usual tradition,

our queen will now choose her
king for tonight's ceremony.

Lads, step forward
to be considered.

Your Highness,

which one of these lads
is worthy of your hand?

I choose...

Mr. Grant.

I see...

a field of thorns, men ensnared,

bleedin', wailin', tormented.

Am I among them?

No, Milord.

You-you stand beyond the field,

unscathed, victorious.

You've suffered much,
but your return to power,

to-to the position you
once held is-is imminent.

And what of my bairn?

Can I finally expect a
child worthy of my legacy?

I'll need my bowl.

Mistress Porter.

Take an egg to your belly.

And crack it into the water.

Two?

Am I to have twins?

Two bairns...

one after the other.

I see a lass,

all alone with dark curls

and clear blue eyes.

I've no need of a daughter.

Dinna fash, Milord.

Her time is still to come.

And what of the other child,

the one I planted
in Julia's belly?

A boy...

...of great importance.

Titled, you mean?

Greater.

A higher purpose-

uniting clans for
centuries to come.

His fate is one that
hangs in the balance.

What I mean is, when the fate
of our nation is in peril,

he'll have his part to play.

Tell me...

where does this path end?

Ye have in mind thoughts...

of the stone of destiny.

And ye're right to press.

I see it clearly now...

a throne.

Then it is as the
prophecy foretold.

I've heard variations of
it, of course, everyone has,

but I'm thinking of one version

which specifically points

towards Clan
Fraser's importance.

Think the veil between
worlds is thin enough today

that ye ken what
I'm about to say.

A Scottish ruler,

rising from the
Fraser bloodline-

my bloodline.

You're carrying a future king.

A toast...

to the King and
Queen of Beltane.

I'm honored that you chose
me, Your Royal Highness.

We should celebrate...

perhaps wi' a game, maybe cakes.

Are ye still in
need of more men?

Aye. 'Tis a slow task,

but it must be done by
the time the sun sets.

What better way to
celebrate than by helping

with preparations
for our coronation?

It seems below the station
of a king, does it not?

I admire a king
who's humble enough

to work alongside his subjects.

I was hoping we might
have some time together.

I'd hoped so too, but
we'll have plenty of time

to see one another
after ye've finished.

What will you do
in the meantime?

You can join me for
fertility blessings.

Yes.

To ensure an abundant

and bountiful first
year as yer wife.

Aye, the two of you should go.

I'll find you when
my work here is done.

I was a fool to think
I could compare to him.

There's more to a man
than coin and status.

-Eh...
-Courage, honor, loyalty.

Women dinna care about that.

They want comfort

and a fine roof over their head.

Everything we lack

and Malcolm Grant
has in abundance.

Perhaps ye're right
to make peace wi' it.

Shall we move on, hmm?

Find some lassies to help
lessen your sorrows, huh?

No, I can do that with more ale.

You go ahead.

You don't need to grab me.

Ow. You're hurting me.

Sorry, but I dinna wish
to lose sight of you.

I'm not going to the stones.

Why not?

Because I have no desire
for a bountiful year

with Malcolm Grant,
and ye ken it.

Well, ye've no choice.

This is yer fate
now, Ellen MacKenzie.

Ye'll be a wife and a
mother like the rest of us.

I ken you're in a
joyless marriage,

but that's not my fault.

But it is.

I ken ye had a hand in
matching me with that old coot.

I didn't choose John
Cameron for you.

I merely steered Da
away from worse suitors.

Excuse me if I dinna believe ye.

Well, if it pleases ye...

I understand now how ye feel...

being a pawn in
someone else's game.

But I dinna understand why,
when the choice is ours,

ye'd drag us both to
this dreadful procession.

Oh, what are ye getting at?

You've enjoyed yer time
without Mr. Cameron.

I merely wish to do the same
while Mr. Grant is occupied.

And what's to stop me

from telling yer
betrothed ye've run off?

In exchange for yer
discretion tonight,

ye'll have mine.

If I swear you
received the blessings,

ye'll do the same for me?

And then we can both
do as we please.

I'll also be needing
the necklace Ma left ye.

-Ye ken the one I mean.
-Jocasta.

You're in no position to
offer terms to this deal.

Very well. The necklace.

Go on, then.

How long do we have
before ye're missed?

Till the needfire's lit.

Malcolm will look for me then.

Do you feel that?

Mine's the same...

beatin' out of my chest.

Yet my soul's never
been more at peace.

There's enchantment
in this place.

And in being here...

with you.

Light's fading too quickly.

I can't bear it, Brian.

There are those
who fear darkness.

And they're right to.

There's dangers
that lurk within it.

But I dinna fear it...

for when it falls,

the fire you have lit
within me is bright enough

to put the moon and
the stars to shame,

set this whole place aglow.

I dinna fear the
dark so much either.

It's where I find ye each night.

I pray this is no dream.

If we keep goin', I
willna be able to stop.

I dinna want you to.

Yer name, yer honor, yer virtue.

I couldna live wi' myself.

You'd be ruined, Ellen.

Ruin me.

Wait.

Blood of my blood.

And bone of my bone.

I give ye my body,

that we two might be one.

I give you my spirit

till our life shall be done.

Longer.

My God...

I've never known a man like you-

without guile...

pretense.

I suppose I've spent a fair
amount of time on my own.

So I've no problem sittin'
with my own thoughts.

What about Murtagh?

My cousin.

Like a brother to me.

I wish he could have been
around a wee bit more

to keep the peace
between me and my da.

Is he as bad as they say...

your father?

Worse.

Part of the reason why
I left home last year...

left Scotland altogether.

Where did ye go?

I walked the Way of St. James...

El Camino de Santiago.

A pilgrimage.

I've read about it.

I needed to understand
my place in the world...

my purpose.

Why would God create me,

the unwanted bastard
of such a cruel man?

What did God tell you?

To make peace with my station.

But then I met you.

And I find myself...

wantin' again...

...to be worthy of you...

...to be the kind
of man you'd choose.

I do choose you.

Have you any regrets...

...about decisions ye've made?

None.

I havena been given much
choice in this life.

How to behave...

when to speak...

what to say...

who to marry...

all are things that have
been prescribed for me.

But you...

...our hand fast...

I chose for myself.

If I'm only allowed one choice

for the rest of my life...

I would choose you...

time and again.

Watch where ye're going.

Ye're the one who challenged
Mr. Grant as May King.

Aye. What of it?

Have an eye for
his woman, do ye?

I'm not the only one.

He doesna deserve her.

Watch your tongue, or
it'll be an eye for an eye.

And a Grant doesna
warn ye a second time.

"Second?"

Stay away from
Ellen MacKenzie.

Milord, might I have a
word regarding the reading?

A canny suggestion,
I'll admit,

to have arranged it for today.

Hmm.

My son, a king, fated to
return the Fraser name

to all its glory.

Aye, your son.

I only wonder...

...did ye notice Maisri
never called him yours?

Ah.

Now you're mistaken.

I mean no disrespect.

'Tis only that I
wish to warn ye.

Julia canna be trusted.

And why not?

She's keeping
secrets, lying to us.

When she arrived at Leathers,
she was already with child.

I'm sure of it.

And she told you this?

No, Milord.

But women have a way of
knowing such a thing.

Ah.

The bairn isna yours.

Have you mentioned
this to anyone else?

Not a soul.

Good.

We must do all we can to assure
the bairn's safe arrival.

You'll relieve Julia of
all her duties, of course,

and attend to all her needs.

Aye, Milord.

You're the only one I trust

with such a great
responsibility.

You know how much admiration

I have for you, Mistress Porter,

for all your years of
service and loyalty.

Aye.

But if you ever speak
a word of this again,

the last thing you'll
see is Balloch's dirk

as it slides across your throat.

No luck finding her, then?

A small part of me had hoped...

what, with the stone
circle being so near.

What, that the...

the faeries would
bring her to you?

The stones draw women

from all over the
area, don't they?

This whole festival does.

I suppose I was a fool to hope.

A fool in love.

I know that feeling well.

Years ago, when I was a-a
solicitor in Edinburgh, I...

...I met the love of my life,

the only one who ever
made me feel complete.

But we were tragically
parted, and...

I had the choice to make.

Linger in my torment
or start anew.

I chose the latter, and, uh...

it saved my life.

You mean joining Clan MacKenzie?

Aye.

Aye, Red Jacob took me in,

after taking all my
valuables on the road.

You...

have chosen the former,

and I fear it may
be the death of you.

See, that's where
you're wrong, Ned.

For me, there is no choice.

What if you never find her?

I will.

Surely there's something
else to live for, or someone.

I- I'm not suggesting that
you abandon your search,

only that...

perhaps you decide
when you should.

Did you ever love
again, after Edinburgh?

Mr. Grant.

I hope I'm not intrudin'.

Could we speak?

In private?

I've been meaning to give
ye somethin' all day,

and I doubt we'll have a moment
to ourselves quite like this

until after we're married.

It's not much, a wee something-

a token of my affection.

Did you make this?

Aye.

After we first met at Leoch.

We were only bairns.

So I hope you can excuse
the lack of craftsmanship.

I wasna yet so
skilled with my hands.

I intended to give it to
ye at the gathering...

but I didna have the chance.

Thank you, Malcolm.

I'll treasure it.

I canna believe ye're mine.

Curse those bastard Grants!

Are ye hurt?

Dinna tell me
that's boar's blood.

No...

though the beast I fought
was as ugly as one.

Come and sit before ye
injure yerself any further.

Now leave me alone, woman.

I'm-I'm trying to
help, ye silly fool.

Ah!

Tell me where it hurts.

It isna the sort of pain
ye can soothe with a cloth.

Is there anything I can do?

No.

I just want...

I want...

I want to be wanted...

ye ken?

I do.

Ellen...

"My dearest Henry...

"our marriage was
ratified in the name

of the Father, Son,
and Holy Spirit."

"We made promises
to one another,"

"promises I intended to keep,"

"so certain that I'd be able to.

How could I not be?"

"Holy vows to love,
honor, and cherish you"...

"..." to be faithful,
for better or worse,

in sickness and in health,
until death parts us."

"But what if we are parted
for unimaginable reasons

beyond our control,
by time and space?"

"Fortunately, some
things bind us together

stronger than any promise
made at an altar."

"Our passion, our
memories, our children."

"This, I can promise you.

I will burn for you,
my love, always."