All language subtitles for Outlander.Blood.of.My.Blood.S01E08.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

Previously...

I wanted to thank you for
trying to help me find Julia.

My search has come to an end.

Henry.

Chasteberry.

When ingested, it's said

it can lessen your desire.

It's no good.

This is Fraser tartan.

Were you hand fast?

'Tis mine.

Then hide it well,

and we willna speak of it again.

I canna refuse Malcolm's hand.

Get your
hands off my sister!

A Fraser, the bastard
of Da's sworn enemy.

-You've been married.
-Aye.

You've helped me greatly by
ensnaring the MacKenzie lass.

A seed of doubt has been planted

regarding Lady
MacKenzie's virtue.

The Grants received a letter
regarding your character,

which is why a test
must be performed

to ascertain whether or
not your virtue is intact.

What in God's name
is this contraption?

Speculum.

It's an instrument that's been
used in various incarnations

since Roman times.

-After insertion...
-Remove these implements.

We want the Grants to
believe our examination

will be accurate, not based
upon ancient barbarism.

A manual inspection, then?

Aye, and make a
favorable determination.

I canna marry off a dead sister.

Do you think Ellen could
be hiding anything from us?

Oh, our sister with
her silver tongue?

Aye, of course.

But she hasna had the
opportunity to misbehave,

has she?

Our men patrol the
grounds day and night,

and she canna leave Leoch
without my permission.

Why, thank you for that
kind explanation, brother.

But no, the only times she has
left has been at your command.

Beltane, House of Nairne...

And whose fault is that,

that I was forced to send her
to either of those places?

Brother, if you think
Ellen would go anywhere

she didna want to go, then
you are fooling yourself.

You're not helping, Dougal.

Nothing has happened, has it?

She talks to you, does she not?

It hasna been the same
between us since...

Since her betrothal.

Has she said anything, anything
to raise your suspicions?

No.

But that doesna mean I've
no right to have them.

You were with her at
the House of Nairne.

She was in Ned's
care at Beltane.

Then maybe you should ask him.

Was she ever
out of your sight?

Who?

Ellen? When?

She was under your
supervision at Beltane.

You were her chaperone.

You were watching
her like a hawk.

Mostly,

w-when she wasn't busy charming
Malcolm Grant, of course.

I had to allow them a
moment or two together.

I was never far away.

And then, well, they were
declared May King and Queen.

All eyes were on them.

Well, it isna Malcolm
who touched her,

or we wouldna be in this mess.

I honestly can't
imagine that anyone has.

Who would dare?

And-and Ellen has always been

beyond reproach in this regard.

Other than a few
words with Malcolm,

she was with you every moment.

The only time that I
wasn't truly in her company

was when she joined
the procession of women

receiving fertility blessings.

She was, however,
accompanied by Jocasta,

who swore to me that she
wouldn't leave Ellen's side.

Misery loves
company, as they say.

Jocasta wouldna do
anything to harm

Ellen's chances with Malcolm.

She kens marriage would
make her sister miserable.

There's no love lost between
any of you, is there?

What has love to do
with any of this?

Something to ponder, lad.

Your father might have
asked the same thing.

Well, what would
you have told him?

That it has nothing to
do with any of this.

Or absolutely everything.

Why do any of us do what we do?

There's nothing I can do to
intervene on her behalf, Ned.

Whether or not Ellen
is found to be pure,

this is a grave matter.

Yeah, there's no
need to remind me

of the utter ruin we face,

nor the revenge the Grants
would exact upon Ellen herself.

If she has sinned,

let us hope you'll find
a way to forgive her.

And if she's innocent,

that she'll find it in her heart

to forgive you,

forgive us.

If I find out that anyone

who has pledged an
oath of loyalty to me

has not honored it,
I'll have their head.

Of course, my laird.

Mr. Gowan, i-is it time?

Oh, no, no, no.

Uh, we have a wee while.

The-the Grants
haven't yet arrived.

I-I just came to see if all
was well with Lady Ellen.

But perhaps it would be
more delicate to consult

with yourself instead.

Very wise.

I-I-I trust you have
taken great pains

to prepare Ellen
for her examination.

Aye, she's as clean and pure

as a budding snowdrop in winter.

Oh, I know
she confides in you,

that she trusts you with
all her private matters.

Completely.

Very good.

I-I certainly don't want to pry,

but if Ellen were to
need your assistance

with something, say,
of a personal nature,

she wouldn't hesitate
to ask you, would she?

She hasn't disclosed anything

or asked any favors of
you that would require

particular discretion?

Shame on all of you

for putting her
through such an ordeal.

All will be well once her
good name is restored,

Mistress Fitz.

Dinna fash, lass.

I ken you have your
secrets, but I have faith.

Your virtue will be confirmed.

♪ 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 ♪

You asked for me, my lord?

Ah, I have a wee
surprise for you.

I saw the traveling
physician yesterday.

Are you unwell? Are
we going somewhere?

Well-well, it's all
part of the surprise.

Well, not we, my
sweet bride, me.

I'm going to drink from the
Well of Spa in Aberdeen.

Oh, I-I see.

That-that is a surprise.

Oh, a happy one, I hope.

You're hoping the
waters will heal you.

Forgive me, but of what?

Well, it's not healing
I require, my dear,

but fortitude, rejuvenescence.

Taking the waters will restore
my prowess in our bedchamber.

The physician advised
that I drink them

for a month at least,

well, after-well,
after bathing in them,

of course, hmm.

Is it-is it quite
far to Aberdeen?

Aye, oh, it's a journey
I'm happy to make

for my English rose.

And how long will you be gone?

Oh, don't fret, my sweet.

A night or two.

We'll be taking the cart,

and we'll return with as
many jugs as it will hold.

What a glorious season!

Ellen MacKenzie will
be put to the test.

She will undergo an
examination to see

if she is, in fact, a virgin.

A MacKenzie deflowered
by a Fraser.

There's poetry in that.

Shakespeare himself
couldn't ask for more.

We were hand fast,
so we did no wrong.

Well, then perhaps
you should run along

to Leoch with that revelation

and save everyone some trouble.

Perhaps they'll treat the lass
more kindly because of it,

though I doubt it.

And for the first time,
those MacKenzie blaggards

will take the words and
deeds of a Fraser to heart.

Father, I care for her.

Nonsense.

When I return, we'll revel
in the ruinous outcome.

We'll show these
MacKenzies that we Frasers

are not to be trifled with.

"I shine, not burn,"

isn't that their wee motto?

They'll be set ablaze,
consumed, a blessed bonfire.

And Isaac Grant will be
thanking us as he warms himself

beside us in the heat
of their destruction,

our own bond renewed.

Aye, forged in flame.

Ah.

Where do you think you're going?

To rescue my wife.

You're making me nervous.

Well, sometimes
unexpected conclusions

are drawn from
proceedings such as these.

Even with nothing to fear,

a woman can never
be too careful.

That's all I'll say.

It's possible that a virtuous
woman could be deemed unchaste.

Well, it is not unheard
of, by any means.

But enough of that.

We must keep our courage up.

I ken you wouldna have
done anything foolish,

lass, even if you did
have eyes for another.

Lord, thinking on it,
perhaps all that's needed

to taint your water
is an impure thought.

How is that determined?

You must be
able to hold your water,

just as a God-fearing lassie
endeavors to keep thoughts

of an indecent
nature from her head.

I thought my water was
supposed to run, run clear.

Aye, but you must only
make water when asked

and no' before.

Is it any wonder that a
false conclusion's drawn?

Ah, you mustna try to
be too clever, my dear.

You must follow the
instructions you're given

as best you can.

I'd hoped the how
die would be summoned

to carry out the examination.

She might have looked
kindly upon you,

understood the plight you face
if your reputation's ruined.

Who is it, then?

Davie Beaton.

The physician.

Aye. 'Tis not so bad.

Davie's looked after
you since you were wee.

He's an honest man.

He'll make the
correct determination.

What if he does?

What if he's not wrong?

What if I have lost my virtue?

Murtagh.

What's he done to you?

How could he?

I thought he Kent better.

I dinna ken if I
can forgive him.

He's endangered both of you.

He must never show
his face here again.

I wasn't Murtagh.

Well, if it wasna him...

Oh, God in heaven.

I dinna ken if it's
better or worse.

Who?

I'll take his name to my grave.

I canna lose you, lass.

Is there nothing
that can be done?

All that's left to us is prayer.

I willna be able to live
with myself if I dinna go.

This is madness.

If you do go, you willna
live to have any regrets.

You canna meddle in this.

I'm responsible.

I willna let her suffer
the consequences.

It was foolish enough
to involve yourself

with her at all.

Pledging yourself
to Ellen MacKenzie.

I love her.

She will be the death of you.

You canna charge
through Castle Leoch.

You are the son of Simon Fraser,

sworn enemy of Red Jacob.

-They'll kill you.
-You dinna understand.

Of course I understand.

I'm your mother.

Can you understand that?

Tell him.

You're a mother.

Make my son see sense.

What's happened?

He's intending to
steal Ellen MacKenzie

away from Leoch.

Risk his life to save hers.

She willna pass
the test she faces,

a test to determine
whether she's...

A virgin?

Aye.

The consequences for failing,

they'll kill her.

How can you do anything about it

without getting killed yourself?

Please, Julia, I beg of
you, help him see reason.

She's right.

I can help you.

I dinna ken what you're doing,

but please dinna give him
any more reason to go.

I'll need ground sugar
and the white of an egg.

This is no time to be
baking a cake, lass.

Not a cake, an elixir.

A remedy of sorts to
ensure that Lady Ellen

is deemed innocent.

How can you restore her?

I'll be blunt about it.

I can't restore the hymen,

if that's what
they're looking for.

But what I'm concocting
should be convincing enough

to lead an examiner to believe
that a woman is intact,

and no one has to suffer.

Are you sure this will work?

I can't be certain, but I
have read of such things.

You can read?

I ken you said you
could read, lass, but...

There is a compendium
of medical texts

on the conditions of women.

It's called the Trotula.

It originated
hundreds of years ago.

Women have been dealing
with such dilemmas

for a very long time.

This solution didn't
arise from nowhere.

If you're determined to do this,

then you may as well
let me help you,

give you every chance.

Do you know where cook
keeps the ingredients

for pickling meats?

Over here.

Vinegar. Ah, yes.

Alum.

Uh, Brian, do you have any
gunpowder or saltpeter?

It's a key component
in gunpowder

and used to cure meat.

I need some.

I just hope I can
reach Ellen in time.

Or that we can.
You can't go alone.

No, no.

With my father gone, now's your
chance to leave with William.

What?

Where would she go?

Castle Grant.

I recently learned my husband
is the Grants' bladier.

I promised I'd help you,

but with a more pressing
matter at hand...

How can you breach the castle

without being intercepted
by the guards?

Your presence would put Lady
Ellen in yet more danger.

Leave that to me.

But I refuse to put
you in harm's way.

We'll travel to Leoch together.

I will help Ellen to
apply the mixture.

I know how to get there.

There's a secret passage.

I've slipped through
undetected once before.

Brian, let me do this for you.

Very well.

Brian, please dinna go.

Your son would never stand by

when the woman he
loves is in danger.

If I go with him,

I may be able to keep
him out of harm's way.

I won't let him do anything
reckless, I promise.

Will you look after
William for me?

Aye. Brian is my whole world.

The worry never goes
away with bairns,

you ken, no matter
how old they get.

I know.

That's why I have
to do this for you.

I'll guard your
son with my life,

since you're guarding
mine wi' yours.

Your son is safe with me, lass.

I understand it was
your father who demanded

this test of Lady Ellen.

Aye.

He has his doubts
about my betrothed,

but I have none.

And yet it is you who's
accompanying me now.

It is I who will be
marrying Lady Ellen.

Mm.

The laird wants you to know
the woman you're marrying,

faults and all.

I ken she's a virtuous woman.

Spirited, aye, but
generous and kindhearted.

And I've known that
since we were bairns.

She may not always think or
behave how others expect,

but she surprises me
with her goodwill.

When you find a woman like that,

you don't want to let her go.

I was sorry to hear
the news of your wife.

To be parted with such finality,

that must be awful to bear.

A wound that time
won't heal, I'm afraid.

And Lady Ellen is the one
that you want by your side?

Without a doubt.

My father says a woman
with a mind of her own

is dangerous.

But I trust my judgment
of her character.

I have faith in
the woman I love.

I can only hope that
after putting her

through this ordeal,

she doesna have any
doubts about me.

I know that your father has
your best intentions at heart.

But there will come a time

when you must do
things your own way,

you know, according
to your own beliefs.

Make your own judgments.

I am my own man.

One day, I'll be laird.

And it's Lady Ellen
I want by my side.

Well, I'm employed by Isaac,
but as far as I'm concerned,

I serve your interests as well.

You are the future
of Clan Grant.

I will do everything in my power

to help you secure your bride.

Sir.

Why have we stopped?

I'm sorry I canna accompany you
all the way to Castle Grant.

But if you follow
this thoroughfare,

it will take you to Henry.

I promised your mother.

You needn't make any
sacrifices for my sake, lass.

The last time I
ventured out alone,

I was abducted and
sold into servitude.

But you may not have another
chance to reunite with Henry,

to retrieve wee
William and be free.

I'm the only one who can
reach Ellen undetected.

If you go alone, do it your way,

and you die, well, then what?

I cannot risk
going to my husband

knowing that one of you
may pay the ultimate price.

If you want to save
Ellen from pain,

you won't make her live
through your death.

We'll try it your way first.

But if it doesn't work,

we'll do it my way.

Aye.

These MacKenzies
are slippery.

The lass most of all.

You know, given the delicate
nature of our business here...

Mm.

...perhaps it
might be best if we receive

the MacKenzies first.

Can send for the rest
of our party later.

Aye, that seems sensible.

-Mr. Bug...
-Mm?

...uh, why
don't you wait here

and gather the others
while Henry and I

pay our compliments
to the MacKenzies?

The laird insisted I
accompany you on the journey.

And you have.

You may join us
after our welcome,

once the rest of
the party's arrived.

This should show our
commitment to the Grants.

Aye, we
have every intention

of honoring the
terms of this union,

having gone to great pains

to collect the full
dowry requested.

Oh, every last penny
is accounted for.

And what of the
marriage contract?

It's been carefully
reviewed, and there are

no specific provisions
for what happens

as a result of a
test such as this.

I need no contract to
understand what happens to us

if Ellen is deemed impure.

We'd be rid of loyalist in-laws.

We lose our most
important allies.

And your sister.

Aye.

Let us hope Ellen is vindicated.

Though the lack
of specified terms

provides us with an opening

to negotiate the dowry
anew for the injury caused.

Welcome to Leoch.

-Mr. Grant.
-Mr. Gowan.

The laird sends his apologies.

I see. I hope all
is well with him.

Thank you for making
the journey here

and allowing us the opportunity

to put these baseless
accusations to rest.

As you can see, we have all
we need for your nuptials.

Once we're able to guarantee
our sister's virtue,

we wish to proceed
with the ceremony.

I, too, am eager to put
this unfortunate formality

behind us.

Mr. Gowan, proceed.

We have arranged
for the evaluation

to take place in the great hall.

Davie Beaton, a
trusted physician

in these parts and
neighboring clans,

has been summoned
to oversee matters.

Uh, Mr. Gowan,

Isaac was amenable
to proceedings

taking place at Leoch,

but he does insist
the Grants' physician

perform the examination.

Under the watchful eye
of a man of the cloth.

We werena apprised of this.

Our Beaton not good
enough for you?

Of course.

The Grants must feel assured
of the veracity and reliability

of the outcome today.

Whatever you require,
we are here to oblige.

Perhaps our Beaton

could show you what
he's begun to prepare

and see that you're
adequately accommodated here.

I think that would
be most helpful.

Thank you.

Christ.

The Grants and the
Beaton are here.

We must hurry.

-You must stay down here.
-Dinna ask that of me.

No, I can stay out of
sight, protect you.

I'm disguised as a servant.

Furniture, essentially.

I can go unnoticed up
to Ellen's bedchamber.

-You can't.
-If she's not there?

I'll find her.

What if we're too late?

Have faith.

I'll wait, but I
willna wait long.

If I hear any commotion,
then I'm coming up.

Check her water?

How undignified.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Your father requires it.

I don't want to cause Lady Ellen

any undue
embarrassment, distress.

I was assured she wouldna
suffer during this exam.

Your father demands
we be thorough.

Henry.

I fear that Lady
Ellen will assume

that my presence is indicative
of my displeasure with her.

And she'll think
that I've placed

these obstacles before her.

Um, with your permission,
I could relay that

to the MacKenzies' bladier
on your behalf, hmm?

Ah, thank you.

Mr. Gowan,
may I have a word?

Of course. Uh, I'll
be with you shortly.

Julia?

Mr. Grant?

You look as if
you've seen a ghost.

My mind's playing tricks on me.

The longer I stay here,
the worse it becomes.

We may speak freely
in the study.

Heavens, is it time already?

What are you doing here?

How did you enter?

I've come to see Lady Ellen.

Julia?

I understand you're facing
a trial, and I want to help.

And why would a servant
of Castle Leathers

wish to aid her in
her time of need?

Not all Frasers wish harm.

Some wish to protect.

We must act quickly, though.

It may take time for
the concoction to set

and tighten once applied.

What do you need to apply it?

Cloth to start, to make a
small compress of sorts.

Mistress Fitz, please help her.

I must say, I'm
surprised you remained

in the service of the Grants.

I tried to leave.

I was recaptured.

And Isaac Grant allowed
you to keep your head?

Out of necessity.

He needs me to witness
this examination.

Although once recovered
from his illness,

he might change his mind.

I need to leave, urgently.

And I believe the
only way to do so

is to make another ally.

Who do you have in mind?

Malcolm.

I think I can gain freedom
from Mr. Bug's scrutiny

if Isaac's son demands it.

It appears that we
have both grown tired

of Mr. Bug's company.

Yes, I can see why.

Malcolm he's- he's
not like his father.

He's not as rigid or as cruel.

There is a compassion in him

that I think that
I can appeal to.

I see it in the way that
he cares for Lady Ellen.

Look, if I needed to,

would it be possible
for you to help me

procure a means of escape?

From here, during this visit?

If it came to that, yes.

I think that might
be a little hasty.

Well, I may not
have another chance.

I-I understand your
restlessness, but...

well, consider this.

I-if Lady Ellen is
proven innocent,

the MacKenzies will
want to negotiate

reductions to the dowry.

And if they do, then you will
have reason to return to Leoch,

or you could meet with me
at a place of your choosing.

You can plan your
escape thoroughly

when the conditions
are more favorable.

What's the difference between
a good bladier and a bad one,

do you think?

I couldn't possibly say.

A bad bladier will
allow a matter

to drag on for many
moons for the right fee.

A good bladier kens
how to make the matter

last even longer.

You think of that
all by yourself, hmm?

I'm not alone in my
distrust of your kind.

Our physician is ready to
examine the woman in question.

That'll be them now.

You must try and delay
as long as possible.

I'll occupy them with
compliments and questions.

No, lass, you must not haver on.

Only a loose woman is
free with her speech.

Very well.

I dinna ken how, but
I'll find another way.

Mr. Grant.

Lady Ellen.

I'm sorry to trespass
upon your quarters.

My bladier arranged a moment
to speak wi' you alone.

I hope you'll
forgive my intrusion.

I only wish we were meeting
under better circumstances.

Mm. Aye.

It's most unfortunate.

I must apologize for
the hasty request

that's been made of you.

I ken you're as pure of
virtue as you are of heart.

It's my father who desired
to challenge your integrity.

If I may ask,

who launched this
claim against me?

'Tis Simon Fraser who cast
stones upon your reputation.

That wicked old coot.

Once your honor is confirmed,

retribution shall be sought
for his false accusations.

Please, I only wish

that we could put
this matter behind us.

Soon we shall.

You'll make them look
like the fools they are.

Lady
Ellen MacKenzie,

I will be performing
today's examination.

Remove your dressing gown.

This way.

Have you anything you'd
like to say before we begin?

Very good.

We will begin with a
tonic of boiled sea holly.

Words and fluids flow
freely from a sinful woman,

whereas a virtuous woman
can hold her tongue

as well as her water.

We ken Ellen canna
hold her tongue,

so let us hope she
can hold her water.

Can you not intervene, Ned?

We were informed by our Beaton
that the test would begin

with the examination
of Lady Ellen's water.

Is the administering
of this tonic

and the long wait that follows

required to prove her purity?

The wait may not be long.

I'm satisfied to move
to the next portion

of the examination.

You may make water now.

The water of a virgin
runs crystal clear,

like that of a clean spring,

a sign of her purity and virtue.

We will progress to
the final examination

to see if this woman is intact.

'Tis finished now, lass.

Virgo intact a.

Virgin... Virgo...

virtuoso intacto.

-It worked?
-Virtue intact.

-Oh, I'm so very relieved.
-Thank you.

You protected my lady's honor,

and for that, I canna
thank you enough.

But we must help you leave
before you put yourself

at further risk.

Oh, I'll go out
the way I came in.

How did you get in?

Uh, will you be
crossing the bridge

on your way back to Leathers?

Yes.

Thank you, Julia, for
everything you've done,

the lengths to
which you've gone.

I will be eternally
indebted to you.

Now, please go in haste,

with my gratitude and
love for evermore.

I look
forward to allaying

my father's fears
with this good news.

A date for the wedding
will soon be set.

It will be a joyous day.

Thank you for your
cooperation, sir.

I trust we are all
satisfied with the result?

Indeed.

I shall begin the
necessary arrangements

as soon as I return
to Castle Grant.

I'll await your letter
regarding the details

of our proposed negotiation.

Thank you, Mr. Grant.

Until we meet again.

Henry!

No, no, no, no, no.

No, this isn't real.

It can't be you.

Hope springs eternal.

Uh, the baby?

I named him William.

After my grandfather.

Oh.

-Lass.
-Brian.

-Is all well?
-Yes, yes, all is well.

She was proven innocent.

-Who are you?
-Is that...

Yes, yes. This is
my husband, Henry.

Beauchamp, where are you?

-We must go.
-No. What?

-No. Why?
-Brian's right.

No one can find us here or
know anything was amiss.

Where did you
sneak off to this time?

I'm at Castle Leathers, but you
mustn't come looking for me.

But we've only just found
one another, please.

-Lass!
-It's too dangerous.

We'll find our way back
to each other, I promise.

Beauchamp.

There you are,
you elusive bugger.

What were you doing down here?

I-I thought I saw my wife.

Still haunted
by ghosts, are we?

Come along, now.

Malcolm wishes to
depart at once.

-Such sincerity is rare.
-Hmm?

I'm glad to see that you're
genuinely happy for me,

I must admit.

How could I not be?

I never doubted Lady
Ellen for a moment.

Thank you for all
that you've done.

I feel proud to have brought
you to my father's attention.

I hope to keep you in our
service for many years to come.

Aye.

Such a pleasure to
have you with us.

The pleasure is all mine.

What is it?

Your father has died.

I'm very sorry.

Mistress Fitzgibbons.

Dinna think I'm not grateful

that you saved Lady Ellen today.

But if you truly love her,

you'll stay away from her.