All language subtitles for Outlander.Blood.of.My.Blood.S01E10.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

Previously...

Murtagh.

If anyone's going to kill
you, it's going to be me.

Meet me at Leathers.
I'll leave a mark for you

by the tree near
the broken wall.

I'll find the mark
and meet you there.

You, Fraser, are a liar,

a fantasist, and a scoundrel.

Ye're soon to be wed, lad.

Well, ye'll be charmed by her.

I willna harm him,
or see him harmed.

You have my word.

You must break
wi' him. For good.

You have my word.

Christ, I've missed you.

What is it?

We canna be together, Brian.

I was beguiled by
you for a time,

but my heart has changed.

'Tis over between us.

I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.

Are you gonna share
the cake with bunny?

What's Mommy got?

Oh, look at that.

Yes!

Oh, this is for you, my darling.

Yes.

Big blow.

Make a wish.

Well done.

Well done.

To Claire.

May all your years

on this gloriously
extraordinary Earth

be as joyful and love-filled
as these first two.

And to the grand
adventures awaiting you...

may whichever paths you
take lead you far and wide,

yet always guide you back home.

Travels and adventures for
a two-year-old, Q, really?

Ah.

Just look at those eyes.

Mark my words.

She has the spirit
of an explorer.

And she understands
the importance

of careful excavation.

Can I please keep
my little girl

a bit longer before
you send her off

to excavate Egyptian tombs?

Yes, perhaps we have some
simpler expeditions first...

Hyde Park, perhaps.

Right, big slice for
the birthday girl.

Ready?

Mmm.

Wow!

-There we go.
-Look at this.

-A big slice for Claire.
-Oh.

-Ah.
-Big birthday girl.

♪ 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 ♪

No' a man of substance.

Surely that depends on
the measuring of it.

I've plenty to offer.

Aye, well, ye must have
a wee bit of something

if someone's willing to pay
handsomely to see ye dead.

Ellen doesna want me anymore.

Beggars belief, does it not?

We're fighting for our lives
in the thick of danger,

and yer mind's on Ellen?

Ye're mind's gone soft.

Mind, I'd love to
help put an end

to yer suffering...

and so would the Gallowglasses.

But unlike me, they,
and whoever paid them,

want to see you
buried six foot under.

Her words said one thing,

but her eyes another.

I canna make sense of it.

Take heed, man!

If ye dinna care
for your own life,

have a thought for mine!

I...

Forget what she said.

What did her eyes tell you?

They belied her words.

And what does your
heart tell you?

I'll love her till
my dying breath.

Aye.

I am sorry, Murtagh.

I am.

I ken ye...

ye didna want to hear that.

I used to imagine
a life wi' Ellen,

dream of what could be.

But now I see it's...

it's nothing like the
love she bears for you.

-Not anymore.
-Aye.

She does, I've seen the
way she looks at you.

She loves you.

Yours is the kind of love
ye hear about in legends...

...beyond the reach
of any ordinary man.

She's meant for you,
and you for her.

There's a reason
she broke from me.

There must be.

Ye're free to walk into Leoch.

Aye.

As good as invited
to the wedding,

but the day is nigh.

Will you help me get to her?

So she willna wed Malcolm
Grant after all, then?

Not if I have anything
to do with it.

Ah!

Ah!

That should hold.

Aye.

Ah!

Who hired ye?

I said, who hired ye!

You will regret this silence.

Colum...

Colum MacKenzie.

Christ.

I ken they didna like ye,

but spending coin to murder ye?

Why would Colum wish ye dead?

To keep me from Ellen for good,

assure his union
with the Grants.

Forgive me,

but I canna leave you alive.

How can I leave ye?

Ah, 'tis a scratch, that's all.

Go.

Hold fast, cousin.

I'll return as soon as I can.

It may no' be the dream ye
held in yer heart, my dear,

but a ceremony fit for royalty.

Am I to be queen or captive?

A bit of both, perhaps.

But even if it is a cage,

it's said that
Castle Grant's walls

are lined with silk and gold.

Well, Glenna,

at least we shall explore
its grandeur together.

Lady Ellen.

Mistress Fitzgibbons.

Good day.

Mr. MacRannoch.

I canna claim to be happy.

It's a grievous day for all
unwed men in the Highlands.

'Tis God's design and not mine

that ye're bound to another.

But with all the
sincerity of my soul,

I offer my heartfelt wishes
on your union, Lady Ellen.

Thank you.

What's this?

A gift to commemorate
your wedding.

Oh, that's kind of ye.

Mr. MacRannoch,
ye understand that

Mr. Grant will arrive soon,

and we canna have
him laying eyes upon

Lady Ellen before the wedding.

'Tis bad luck.

Thank you.

Oh!

There you are, Hetty.

Aye, m'lady.

Well, I dinna
mean to interrupt,

but when ye're finished
with yer business here,

I need you in my chamber.

As you wish, m'lady.

And who might you be?

Your soon-to-be sister-in-law.

Maura Grant?

Aye.

Ye've grown.

You've a keen sense of
observation, Dougal MacKenzie.

You've grown as well.

As ye were.

Who will inherit this
chamber, I wonder?

If fortune smiles on
us, it'll be Letitia,

with a bairn on the way.

I suppose ye'll have to
hope that Malcolm is keen

to hear ye read
these books aloud,

since ye'll have little
time to do as ye please.

Not that ye'll be too
keen to bother much

with wifely duties.

Perhaps not, Jocasta.

What's this? No sharp remark?

Ye speak the truth.

I understand the workings
of a household well enough,

but I've neglected some
of the finer points...

things our mother managed.

I've much to learn.

Perhaps you'll guide me.

Me?

Guide you?

You're more practiced than I.

Are ye unwell?

No.

But I am sorry.

An apology?

Whatever for?

For not consulting you

before our father
arranged your match.

Had I known then
what I know now,

I would have sought
your counsel.

What's prompted this
change of heart?

A shift in my perspective.

Recent events didn't
unfold as I expected.

Janet, I owe you
an apology as well.

Dinna fash, Ellen.

Not all matches
are to be mourned.

I find myself quite content.

I'm truly glad to hear it.

To see the three of
you together like this,

'tis a sight to warm the heart.

Save your tears for
tomorrow, Glenna.

We've a lively gathering
of women today.

The hens for Ellen's
weddin' feast

willna pluck themselves.

Insolent fools to
affront me like that.

The gall of Malcolm Grant to
call me out before everyone.

And Erskine...

he'll nurse this grudge
till the end of days.

That bastard can't
let anything go.

Perhaps better to
forget Grant's insults.

They've been troubling you
since we left the tynchal.

But if you dwell on them

and allow such thoughts
to take root...

Hold your tongue, woman.

You've no understanding
of a man's honor

or the weight of his pride.

What do you know about anything?

I know that one day
our son will be king.

And all will bow
to you, My Lord.

Huh.

Indeed.

Aye.

Of all flowers, methinks...

the rose,

the English rose is best.

Simon will be king.

Perhaps some rest
after our journey

will ease your mind.

A clear head would serve
you well in plotting

your next move.

Huh.

Aye, you may be right.

A good night's sleep
will clear my mind

and help me discern the way
to clear Simon's path...

no matter what
stands in the way.

Your strength and wisdom

will guide us through
these challenges.

You will come to my
bedchamber tonight, Julia.

Go on, go on, go on.

'Tis no use asking me.

Go on, Glenna.

'Tis your turn.

Regale us with something
a wee bit filthy.

All in the spirit
of fun, of course,

or pay the price.

What's the sauciest thing

Mr. Fitzgibbons
has ever told ye?

-Go on!
-I canna tell ye that.

Ye can!

I told you what
Mr. Cameron said.

Glenna, go on.

Go on.

-When we were newly married...
-Mm?

He...

he told me that I set
his loins aflame...

...with my luscious lips...

...and my comely hips.

You have earned a drink.

We all need one

after hearing that.

For both your pleasure
and as penance.

And ye'll need to give a
pearl of your finest wisdom

for the bonnie bride.

I canna think.

Em, eh,

never swim with a full stomach.

Aye, or swive.

Ellen, 'tis your
turn to entertain us.

No.

Let someone else go.

Course, ye willna have any
saucy tales yourself just yet.

A sweet, sprightly
spinster wed at Westminster

solemnly swore to survive
her unsightly, simple spouse.

Your turn, Jocasta.

Let's see if you can do better.

A sprightly, sweet minster
wed at Westspinster...

Ye're impossible to
beat, Ellen MacKenzie.

An "unsightly simple spouse"?

I must say, Ellen, you
have quite the knack

for stirring the pot.

Have I caused offense, Maura?

It's only a silly verse.

It's a bit of fun.

In a manner of speaking, aye.

Malcolm's held you in his heart

since he was but a
wee lad of seven,

that summer our families met.

I have a concern
for his well-being,

and thus for the match he makes.

And who asked for your thoughts
on the matter, Maura Grant?

We're here to celebrate,

not to make fun of
your brother's looks.

Indeed, yet as his sister,

it is my duty to speak
and express my hope

that this union is as
cherished by you, Ellen,

as it is anticipated by Malcolm.

Jocasta Cameron.

I never thought
there'd come a day

when you'd leap to my defense.

Well, if anyone's to give you
a bit of grief, it'll be me,

not some boot-mouthed,

hoity-toity Grant
straight off the moor.

No.

Let us not forget,
Ellen, we're sisters,

bound by blood...

and mischief.

Yay!

Your husband is here then?

Yes. I've left a sign for him

by the tree near
the broken wall.

That's where William
and I will meet him.

Well, ye must act quickly, lass.

Go fetch the bairn.

The wet nurse willna
give you any bother.

Once you have him, go
straight to the tree.

I'll distract Balloch,
keep him close.

What is it?

If we are caught, I...

I can't ask you
to risk your life.

After all you've done
to keep Brian from harm,

I'll gladly take that risk.

No, no, no, you won't.

After I'm clear of the
house, alert Balloch.

Tell him that I've
been taken, kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Have
you lost yer mind?

Perhaps.

But at the very least, it'll
protect you from Lovat's wrath.

All right.

Oh, Davina.

I can't thank you enough.

Oh, you've thanked
me enough, lass,

by protecting my son's life.

Now you give your wee
son a kiss for me.

I will tell William
all about you.

Go on now.

Godspeed.

Balloch!

Balloch!

Henry?

Julia!

A man is coming after us.

Hide and follow my lead.

Balloch!

Please!

Help me!

Please!

Thank goodness.

There's a man who tried
to abduct Simon and me.

No! Leave him.

He needs to bear witness

so the woman who helped
me won't be harmed.

Come. My horse is nearby.

Oh, lass.

Oh, such generosity,

and such good wishes.

How lucky ye've been.

Aye.

Save the last stitch
until the last moment,

and your luck will continue.

Are we ready?

Shall I do it now?

This one as well.

Be careful when you're
taking them out.

Yes, ma'am, right away.

Be very careful.

Of course.

You there, lass.

Can ye help me?

Have something for Lady
Ellen from Malcolm Grant.

He wants her to have it now.

Can you tell me
where her chamber is?

I saw you at Beltane,

with Murtagh, in Fraser tartan.

Did you?

No' many men hereabout with
hair as black as yours.

Ye're Ellen's sister.

Jocasta Cameron.

And you are?

Brian Fraser.

And why would a Fraser
disguised as a Grant

want to see my sister on
the day of her wedding?

For what purpose?

Can ye please take me to her?

Do you think I'm a
fool, Brian Fraser?

Why should I trust you when
ye've lied about who ye are?

Ye've no reason to trust me.

But there is something
Ellen must know

before she weds.

I should call to the guards.

You could, Mrs. Cameron.

Ye ken I wouldna be here
without good reason.

If ye promise to take
me to her chamber,

I'll share the reason
for my presence.

Ah. Come in, dear.

Come and see your sister.

Ellen.

Brian?

Why have you come?

It's too dangerous
for you to be here.

Aye, even more so
when you consider

that Colum arranged
to have him killed.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

Hired the Gallowglasses

to do the deed for him.

Tried twice, and
wounded Murtagh.

Murtagh's been hurt?

Colum broke his word.

He promised me that no
harm would befall you.

Ye must go, now.

We've enough to worry about...

The man risked his
life to be here.

Let Ellen hear
what he has to say.

Ye said ye didna love me.

And I canna accept
that as the truth.

Ye may tell me again that
yer heart has changed,

but mine hasnae.

I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.

And I'm yours,

always and forever,

whatever that means to ye.

You have my heart,

my body,

and my soul.

Lady Ellen, no.

Heaven knows what Colum will do.

And ye ken what
the Grants will do

if ye refuse to marry Malcolm.

You gave him your word.

Aye.

And he gave me his.

Colum broke his promise.

And that frees me of mine.

Ellen.

It's not customary
for a bride to be seen

before her wedding,

but I needed to speak to you.

So I've come.

I ken this hasna been easy.

Thank you for
standing strong today,

for the clan.

You can thank me
after the ceremony.

Is there nothing else?

No burden you wish to share?

After today, such
moments may be scarce.

All is well,

thankfully.

The rest can wait

for my letters.

Since ye're here,

allow me to give ye this.

I expect many in return.

Ye're too generous, Colum.

Surely once I'm a Grant,

you'll have little
time for the concerns

of another man's wife.

Ye'll always be
my sister, Ellen.

I hope we continue
to share everything

as we always have.

I mean that.

There is one more thing.

Father's sword.

Aye.

It is tradition.

As the eldest, it's right
that it goes to your groom

as a symbol of our allegiance

and Malcolm's duty
to protect you.

It is our final mark of
respect to the Grants.

We lay down our sword
at their feet...

for our love of you.

Well, then let this be the last
thing you ever do in my name,

or for love of me.

If you'll excuse me,

I need to prepare for my future.

Oh, look at them, Henry.

It's as if Quentin was
born to teach her about

all the wonders of
the natural world.

And I do love that she
calls him Uncle Lamb.

I got it!

Now, look, this. This.

Well, he's the perfect mentor.

This is called
the bivalve shell.

They're perfect.

Oh, speaking of adventure,

Mr. Knowles can't attend
the solicitors' conference

in Edinburgh due to
some family matters,

so he's asked me to go instead.

-To Scotland?
-Mm.

Do you remember
our early letters,

dreaming about the Highlands?

I certainly do.

The heather, lochs,
glens and burns.

So once I've attended
to my business,

I thought maybe we could turn
those dreams into reality.

I've arranged a
little holiday for us.

Should we see if we
can do a sand castle?

Just the two of us?

Yes.

Sort of romantic journey.

We could take the
train up to Inverness,

drive around the lochs,

explore the Highlands,

just me and you.

Our Claire will have
a jolly old time

here with my brother.

Tap for luck.

Oh.

It's perfect.

I thought it could
be our little escape.

No, I wanna do more.

That sounds perfect.

You know, I've been perusing
some travel brochures.

They rather suggest it's
like stepping back in time.

It's quite fitting,
don't you think?

Do you want to try...

-I can't wait.
-Mm.

A-and Henry...

Yes?

...there might be
another little one

joining us on our
adventures soon.

You're not...

Yes, I just found out.

Ellen is gone?

Aye,

vanished into thin air,

on the very day of our wedding.

She has made a mockery of
our agreement, of our clans!

Let us not jump
to conclusions.

There may be reasons
for her disappearance

that we may not
yet understand...

Reasons?

On our wedding day,

there is no reason under the sun

that would be enough to
justify this betrayal!

And you.

You will pay for this dearly.

When Mr. Bug returns
my bladier to me,

I'll be certain he makes
adequate reparations

for this grave offense.

She gave me her word that
she would see this through!

Clan Grant came here under
the promise of a union.

If it is not a wedding
that binds our clans,

then it will be a
price paid in blood.

We're not leaving Castle Leoch
without a head or a hand.

We will find my sister.

She will answer to
us for her actions.

I will see to it that
our alliance holds...

...one way or another.

Where do we go from here?

Find Dougal.

We cannot go to war
with the Grants...

Ned, find my brother.

His skills are crucial
now more than ever.

We need him.

And what shall I tell him?

Tell him that his
clan needs him.

That's all.

Ensure he understands the
urgency, but not the cause.

I trust you to handle
this with discretion, Ned.

Aye, my Laird.

A union blessed by God

brings us together
on this sacred day.

Let the groom step forward
and join his bride.

Dougal MacKenzie,

wilt thou take this woman to
be thy lawfully wedded wife?

Dougal MacKenzie,

wilt thou take this woman...

Aye.

And Lady Maura Grant,
do you take this man

to be thy lawfully
wedded husband?

Aye.

In the presence of God and
before these witnesses,

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

What God hath joined together,
let no man put asunder.

Aye, aye.

I never wanted to leave
you like that, Brian.

Or to wound ye.

But Colum promised me
he wouldna harm you

if I stayed away from you.

Oh, dinna fash.

Ye think if I'd believed
ye, I'd be here now?

I'm no' fond of cramped spaces.

Or the company of
chickens, if memory serves.

All hell broke loose when
they discovered ye gone.

Ye should've seen the
look in Dougal's eyes

when Colum told him he
had to marry a Grant.

I thought he was gonna lose
the contents of his bowels

there and then.

Dougal will be marrying Maura,

so there'll be a
wedding after all.

It'll keep everyone occupied.

My congratulations
to him and Maura.

Since we're not
presently at war,

I'm glad he's found
a way to be useful.

We'll return when
the festivities

are in full swing.

Brian and I can slip
away then, unnoticed.

Ye've finally found yer calling.

I love you too.

Oh, watch it, there.

Here's to cheating,

stealing, fighting,

and drinking.

If ye cheat,

may ye cheat death.

If ye steal,

may ye steal a woman's heart.

If ye fight, may ye
fight for a brother.

And if ye drink,
may ye drink wi' me.

To our bride and groom.

Slàinte Mhath.

Slàinte Mhath.

Shall we?

Shall we what?

Uh, consummate the union.

Now?

I canna see why not.

Take me to your bedchamber.

Very well.

Sorry. Uh, right now?

I've seen ye. Ye ken what to do.

Aye.

This is, uh-this is different.

I'm a lass.

Ye're a laddie.

Aye, I just...

I didna awaken thinking today
would be my wedding day.

'Tis only an ordeal
if ye make it one.

The sooner we're finished,
the sooner we can go down

to the feast.

Or d'ye not enjoy
drinking and dancing?

Of course I do.

We have something
in common then.

Does this suit you?

D'ye not wish to be undressed
by your ladies' maid?

And waste time being
dressed all over again?

It took an age to bind
me into this garment.

I dinna wish to suffer
through it twice in one day.

Would ye prefer that I

dinna see your face
and ye dinna see mine?

'Tis time.

She'll need these.

We owe ye our lives.

Thank you both.

We couldn't have done
this without you.

Just make your
way safely, child.

That will be thanks enough.

I'll never forget ye.

Glenna Fitzgibbons, you
would forget your own name

if I didna call you
by it every day.

Aye, every single day
since ye were a wee lassie.

Goodbye, Lady Ellen.

Thank you.

No one will glance at ye twice
if ye behave as if ye belong.

Go.

And dinna look back.

Your grandfather would say

whiskey will fix
what God cannot.

I should never have
agreed to this.

You werena in any state to
make such decisions, lad.

But good leadership isn't only
about making all the decisions.

It's about knowing when
to let others step in.

Ye're not just following in
your father Isaac's footsteps.

Ye're becoming the man he was.

And it stings now,
but with time...

Dinna talk to me of healing!

Lower your voice.

Remember who ye are-a Grant.

Conduct yourself as the
man ye are, a Laird.

The man I am

was supposed to be with
Lady Ellen by my side.

Oh.

She fled from ye,

ensnared ye with her
charms, deceived ye.

Mind how ye talk of her.

Oh.

Do ye wish to break the
spell she's cast upon you?

I canna see how that's possible.

Revenge, lad.

Revenge can mend a
broken heart, oh aye.

Find out what the
lass cherishes most

in all the world, and
take it away from her.

Wound her as she's wounded you.

'Tis the only way to rid
yourself of this torment.

Nurse your broken
heart tomorrow.

For today, we rejoice
for your sister's sake,

on her wedding day.

Good lad.

Mm.

U-uh, is-is all well?

Aye.

Uh, have I hurt you?

No.

Have you...

Uh, no, no.

Our business is
not concluded then.

Up.

Angus, ye're taking too much.

Leave some for me.

Ye'd drink the whole
lot if I let you.

Ugh.

Lady Ellen.

You've returned to me.

Ye're no Grant man.

What's the meaning of this?

I'm sorry.

You lying,

two-faced Jezebel.

Ye've jilted me?

Thrown me away for this
poor excuse of a man?

Why?

I never made any
promises to you, Malcolm.

It was all arranged.

I hold no ill will towards you.

I'm fond of you, but my
heart belongs to Brian.

I'm sorry.

And what'll he do with it, hm?

What could he give
you, this nobody?

I thought your intentions
were honorable.

Yet, here you are

with this lowlife...

this bastard!

Shh.

Mr. Grant, let us pass.

Not while there's
breath left in my body.

Malcolm, please.

Dinna do this.

-Malcolm, stop.
-Ellen, no!

Brian!

I'll beg ye, if I must. Please.

For Ellen's sake, please.

Please, no.

I'm sorry.

Come.

If ye're here, there are
some angry folk at Leoch...

a murderous MacKenzie
or two, I'll bet.

-Are we safe?
-Aye.

We made our way along
the water's edge.

None but an eagle could
have followed us here.

Your leg, are ye in much pain?

Depends if ye
brought food or no'.

That's a good start.

But by food, I
also mean whiskey.

There-there we are.

Feeling better already.

Good.

There will be trouble.

Malcolm is dead.

I killed him.

He was forced to do it.

Malcolm tried to stop
us and would not relent.

Well,

that's unfortunate.

And he would have hunted us
for the rest of our days.

He forced me, but...

...I'd do it again.

I'd do anything for ye.

Did you not see which direction

that wretched admirer took them?

No, M'Laird...

Worthless woman!

Did you not see anything at all?

I saw my lady struggling
to fight off the man

with wee Simon in her arms.

And then I cried out
for Balloch at once.

Balloch, bested by a
Sassenach-a disgrace!

Allowing my precious
son to be taken from me.

That demented thief of a man
will suffer the consequences

for what he's done here.

When you've finished here,
Davina, get back inside

and tend to Balloch.

Make him well enough to join me!

-Go!
-Aye, M'Laird.

What is your business here?

I'm searching for the
man by the name of

Henry Beauchamp Grant.

The bladier of Clan Grant?

Aye.

I have it on good authority
he's come this way.

A woman told me he spoke
with the lady of this castle

at Braemar.

Then this is the
treacherous bladier?

He's the man who's
taken my wife and son.

He's a Grant man?

It's likely he willna
be a Grant man for long.

Tracks, going north.

Wait, and I'll join you.

Sir, with respect,
you're not my Laird.

I dinna answer to ye.

If I find your wife and
bairn with the man I seek,

I'll do what I can
to return them to ye.

Come!

Curse this Henry
Beauchamp Grant.

Damn him to hell.

There's nothing I
would not do for you,

nothing I would not give you,

if it's in my power to do so.

You've already
given me everything

by leaving everything and
everyone to be with me.

I always believed that
happiness was elusive,

never truly within reach.

A balance of feeling
and duty, perhaps.

But I never imagined it
would feel like this.

Which is why we
must fight for it,

though ye'll be grieving for
what you've left behind...

your family, all
you've ever known.

I'll remember the good,

and close the door on the bad.

With you is where
I'm meant to be.

Your leg.

Doesna hurt a bit.

Where's Brian?

Scouting to ensure that
we're out of harm's way here.

Aye.

I want to thank you, Murtagh,

for all that you've done.

Without your help,

where would we be?

Brian told me that
you saved his life.

You saved his life as well,

gave him a reason to truly live.

Well, that makes
two of us, then.

I'm not sure what comes next,

but I'm so happy, I'm
not certain I care.

I have something for you, Ellen.

There's no need to
give me anything.

You've done so much already.

I can't accept these.

They're so beautiful.

You must keep them
in your family.

I made them only
with you in mind...

...to give you on
your wedding day.

-Murtagh.
-No.

Dinna dare pity my
affection for you,

Ellen MacKenzie.

This will be between us.

And I will cherish them always,

as I will cherish
our friendship.

I'll never ask a thing of ye...

...except that ye let me find

my happiness in
yours and Brian's.

'Tis where I find my peace.

I promise.

Mind yer leg.

Mind yerself.

'Tis good to stand.

Canna sit around any longer.

Aye.

I'm, uh...

I'm going hunting,

and willna return
till the morning,

at the very earliest.

Murtagh's left us
for a wee while.

We've the bothy to
ourselves, then.

Aye.

Off with that
shirt, Brian Fraser.

I need to look at
your wee scratch.

As ye wish.

Can we stay here forever?

Never leave?

Never.

If I have my way.

The rest of the world seems

so very far away.

Yer turn, lass.

Go on.

Perhaps we'll travel
from bothy to bothy

until we find a home.

Some land to call our own.

We have all the riches
we need right here...

time and each other.

My turn?

Aye.

Brian.

I love you.

And I love you.

I'm yours.

Body and soul.

Body and soul.

Whither thou goest, I will go.

And where thou
lodgest, I will lodge.

Thy people shall be my people.

And thy God, my God.

Where thou diest,

I die.

There I will be buried.

This I swear to you in blood.

The blood of my blood,

for you are my own.

And I am yours.

What is it?

Fiery crosses.

A call to the men of the
clans, a Jacobite rebellion.

To seize their arms and
gather to their laird,

ready for battle.

What will you do?

I must go.

That, or leave Scotland
altogether forever.

To ignore the call is
to face certain death.

But to answer it...

I will stand with you,

whatever comes.

I'm your wife.

And we are one.

That buzzing, I heard it before.

Q would call it a faerie circle.

Seems incredible, doesn't it?

Almost beyond belief.

Last time, I felt
compelled to touch it.

-We mustn't, not yet.
-Why not?

What if...

what if he can't go
through, or travel,

or whatever this
is, the way we can?

He's our son.
Perhaps it's genetic.

And if it's not?

Henry, we can't leave him here.

If we go through and he can't,
he'll be left here all alone,

lying on the ground.

We can't risk it.

One of us is gonna have to try

to go through with him first.

And if...

if that doesn't work,
then the other...

Will stay here?

Until the other comes back.

And if that doesn't work...

It will work.

Quick.

Who are they?

The men who want nothing more

than to part my
head from my body.

My God.

Henry, you must go
through the stones

where they can't reach you.

And leave you here with them?

Absolutely not.

They can't hurt me without
suffering grave consequences.

I'm still the wife of a Laird.

And protected in
a way you are not.

I can survive being
parted from you.

But I can't risk
losing you forever.

Please, my darling.

Go now.

Oh, Julia.

My heart is with you forever.

You, William, and Claire.

All right, my darling.

We love you so much.

We'll be back before you know it

with lots of stories
from Scotland.

Now, you're going to be a
brave girl for Uncle Lamb.

We'll think of you every day.

And when we return,
we'll celebrate with...

Ice cream!

Yes.

We'll have a grand old
adventure ourselves,

won't we, Claire?

All right. Take care, Q.

Goodbye, my darling.

-All aboard!
-Good luck.

10:50 to Inverness!

Bye, Mummy.

Thank you, Q.

All aboard.

10:50 to Inverness, leaving now.

I love you.

-I love you.
-Be a good girl!

See you soon!