Original subtitles

[Brian] Previously...

Put Leoch into my keeping.

I bear no treasonous claim.

She's right.

-Your arm. -It'll heal.

[Jocasta] You're lucky, then.

[John Cameron] My luck is in coming home to you.

This is foolish.

[Murtagh] Then I'm a fool.

Captain Lord Gerard Grey.

Take him and his comrade to the vault.

[grunting]

[Dougal] Angus! We canna leave him.

He died an honorable death.

Investiture is to be held at the Duke of Sandringham's.

Everyone of importance will be there.

Ye disgraced yerself with Lady Amelia Murray

and left us all to bear it.

Sister, you need to find a husband.

When we go to Sandringham's, you'll look for one there.

[Henry] From the heart of the Highlands.

The investiture, we can slip away, have time to talk more.

Gemstones only protect ye as ye travel

if you're a born traveler.

You were carrying a traveler within you, your son.

[elegant music playing]

[footman] Hold the coach.

???

[Duke of Sandringham] His Majesty, King George I.

???

The reign of terror wrought upon us

by the loathsome fellows who call themselves Jacobites

has mercifully been cut short.

And just as they will receive their punishment,

you will be rewarded, as we gather here

in this wild but magnificent corner of our sceptered isle

to celebrate in the presence of one

whose reign was ordained by God.

Today we will pay homage

to Simon Fraser of Lovat, Hero of Inverness.

To His Grace, the Duke of Argyll,

leader of our indomitable army,

we will honor the sacrifice

of Archibald Douglas, Earl of Forfar.

Clan Grant,

under Malcolm Grant's leadership,

was instrumental to our success at Sheriffmuir.

We commend also Captain Lord Gerard Grey,

Earl of Melton, who isn't here today.

Let's be done with this, quickly!

[Duke of Sandringham] So dedicated is he

to king and country that he begged permission

to finish what he started,

and a bloody good job he's doing too.

[applause]

I invite Lady Benedicta Grey, Countess of Melton,

to approach the throne.

In recognition of your husband's

distinguished conduct...

Line them up.

[Duke of Sandringham] ...and exceptional valor

at the Battle of Sheriffmuir.

I do hereby elevate your husband

to the dignity and station of Duke of Pardloe

and yourself to Duchess of Pardloe.

[applause]

Please.

I invite Simon Fraser of Lovat to approach the throne.

[Gerard] Get up. Get up, I said.

Stand against the wall.

[King George] I do hereby grant the restoration

of your title and lands.

Rise, Lord Simon Fraser of Lovat,

Governor of Inverness.

[applause]

Make ready!

???

Present arms!

[sweeping operatic singing]

[Duke of Sandringham] Ladies and gentlemen,

King George I.

[applause]

???

Give fire!

[gunshots]

???

[dramatic music playing]

???

? 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 l� ?

? Hi a bho ?

? Hoireann eile o ?

? 'S tu mo run 'S tu mo ghr�dh ?

? Agus m' eudail o ?

???

Whenever I set a fire, I can hear my ma.

"Catch a wee spark of the sun in your hands."

What I wouldna give to hear her say it one more time.

Aye.

She's watching on,

waiting for you to teach your wee bairn the same.

Ellen lost the bairn.

I'm sorry, man.

It wasna God's will.

It was my father.

He gave her a potion

hid in her wine.

Took the child, maybe more.

I had my dirk to his throat, Murtagh.

I wanted to see him bleed.

Christ.

What stopped you?

Ellen.

The thought of her.

What kind of life would she have if I swung for murder?

Or if I- I ran for the rest of my days?

[somber music playing]

???

I'm sorry, Murtagh.

For what?

For no trustin' ye wi' how I felt for her.

[sighs]

I should ha' told ye.

Ah, man.

If you'd told me any sooner,

I'd have had no cause to plant a fist on ye.

[chuckles]

Which, I admit, I quite enjoyed.

Too much, by half.

Oh, ye earned it.

Ever since you swapped the down in my bedding for nettles.

Near drove me mad wi' the itch.

[Brian] Oh, Christ.

Ye've the memory of a cairn stone, you know that?

-Will ye never let that go? -No.

[Brian laughs]

I made my father give me this land for his evil deeds.

Good.

You'll be in need of a priest soon enough.

Mm, not yet.

Ellen still holds title to MacKenzie lands.

She swore a promise to her brothers.

How long will you wait?

However long it takes.

If it's forever,

then forever.

Then we'll need to find another bottle.

[Brian] Aye.

And you should go find your lass.

[bright music playing]

???

[Ellen] The snowdrops are early this year.

Bonnie wee things.

Hardy too.

Do ye need a rest, lass?

[exhales sharply]

The air is refreshing.

I'll pray for a mild winter, in all respects.

And perhaps, God willing,

ye'll be wed with a carpet of snowdrops at your feet one day.

I worry that fortune will never be in our favor.

Ye've no need of fortune, Lady Ellen.

Not when I have the love of a man like Brian Fraser.

I meant

because of who you are.

[hooves thudding]

[dramatic music playing]

???

-[festive music playing] -[indistinct comments]

???

Ah, congratulations, Lovat.

Thank you, Your Grace.

Thoroughly deserved for your valiant efforts, I'm sure.

Very much appreciated.

Anything for the king.

[Lovat] What a home you have.

It's quite splendid.

And your hospitality is most gracious.

[indistinct chatter]

Here he comes, the bloody Hero of Inverness.

???

[man] Congratulations, Lord Lovat.

Bronze, eh?

Well done.

Same to you, Lovat, same to you.

You must be very proud of him.

Yes, the new Governor of Inverness.

I've never been so proud in all my life.

[Uncle Mac] I must say how beautiful

your wife looks, Lovat.

Oh, exceedingly kind of you, sir.

I hardly ever believe she used to be a scullery maid.

Well, I'm sure your bladier would agree with you.

Well, I was given to understand

that we made amends for that, Lovat.

Oh, so was I,

until the cursed maidservant you sent me ran off.

[laughter]

[Margaret] What am I to make of all this?

Oh, there's clearly more here than meets the eye.

Never you mind, Margaret.

Shame on you, Malcolm, for not sharing the gossip.

I wanted his head for what he did.

I'd claim it now if we weren't in the presence of the king.

-I dare you to try. -[Margaret] Oh, dear.

[chuckles] Oh, I seem to have stirred the pot.

But instead I hope you will accept my apologies.

I'd lost my wife.

I was overwhelmed with grief.

An unfortunate misunderstanding, it seems.

Aye.

Well, it's a day for celebration.

I'm inclined to let bygones be bygones.

I'm inclined to do the same.

Brother, I persuaded His Majesty

to begin the dancing

with that minuet you're so fond of.

[chuckles]

Oh, how splendid. A wee dance in your honor.

Aye, I could hardly receive a higher compliment.

You'll join us, Lovat?

And your wife?

Hmm?

Oh, uh... [chuckles]

...you have a headache.

Oh, yes, how-

how very considerate of you to recall that, my lord.

[Margaret] Aren't you charming?

-[violin music playing] -Oh.

You will dance, Malcolm?

I cannot bear to disappoint His Majesty.

We wouldn't want to do that.

Oh, Miss Grant, with your brother's permission,

perhaps you'll do me the honor instead?

Oh, please.

???

I have something to tell you.

I'll find you.

???

I've come for your brother, Dougal MacKenzie.

Where is he?

I've had no word of him since he was taken to Fort William.

So you claim.

Yet a man escapes my garrison,

cuts down four of my soldiers,

and the trail leads here,

to his own blood.

If so, 'tis news to me.

I didna fight for the Jacobites.

Nor did I lend any support to their cause.

Then forgive me if I take no comfort in your ignorance.

Go to him.

Search the keep.

Bring me the truth if the laird will not.

You stand here claiming neutrality.

Yet you neither raised men for His Majesty,

nor warned us when your brother did so for the Jacobites.

You let sedition grow under your roof

and called it prudence.

[Colum] I tried to keep my folk from the slaughter.

That was my duty.

I didna send men to die for a cause not their own.

Nor for their king.

In London, we call it treason by omission.

My lord, the- the laird has

broken no law of the realm.

His hands are clean of rebellion.

You mistake clean hands for loyalty, sir.

The king demands allegiance, not silence.

And when silence breeds rebellion,

His Majesty will claim the lands that harbored it.

Castle Leoch and all that lies upon it...

...now belongs to the Crown.

If I may,

his sister holds the title to Leoch.

The deed bears her name, not her brother's.

Whatever you think of the laird,

the property cannot be seized without due process.

A woman owns this fortress?

I do, sir.

Ellen MacKenzie,

Mistress of Leoch and its lands.

Then it seems your family has a talent in concealment.

A talent for survival, my lord.

We shall see which serves you better.

[somber music playing]

???

[knock at window]

[Grace] Murtagh?

[chuckles]

-[door creaks] -[items clatter]

[laughs] What are you doing here?

One kiss.

We can't.

Well,

then I'll have to settle for my name on your lips.

???

Murtagh.

That's twice in one day.

I'm a lucky man.

You're not like any man I've ever met.

But you'll be a dead man if we're caught.

-Go. -No, no.

Sundown, then.

The threshing barn.

I'll wait for you there.

[Jocasta] Grace!

It's Mistress Cameron. Go.

Hey. I love you.

???

Oh.

What's keeping you?

I thought you were still abed, Mistress,

having a lie-in.

Well, aye.

I canna get dressed without you, can I?

I came hopin' ye were making

some more cold cream for my face.

I was about to make some.

Be sure to put the rose oil in it.

I like that.

Yes, Mistress.

Oh. [clears throat]

It's a special day today.

Mr. Cameron has a surprise for us.

[dramatic music playing]

???

The Redcoats have come.

[somber music playing]

???

[Ned] As you can see, Captain,

the estate and its holdings are bound to Miss MacKenzie.

A woman's name upon laird lands.

Curious choice and a timely one.

A precaution.

Leoch feeds the families who live upon it.

Politics shouldna decide whether a bairn starves.

And yet politics governs everything now.

Your brother's rebellion has made certain of that.

You have no authority to seize Leoch, sir.

This deed shields the land, whatever becomes of its laird.

[Gerard] That may be.

But as I've stated, though this laird did not

ride for the Jacobites, neither did he warn

the Crown when his own blood raised steel against it.

And as I've stated, sir, I could hold no banner,

red or white,

when the fate of my clan was in my hands.

Neutrality is a luxury reserved

for those in power enough to buy it.

You have none left.

By His Majesty's authority, I arrest you

as an accessory to the rebellion.

-Get your hands off of me! -Please, my lord!

I-I-I am with child.

The land may stand. The man who ruled it will not.

-Take him out. -[Colum] What justification

is there for hanging a man for not taking up arms?

[Dougal] Ah, where is the bastard?

You will not hang my brother for my sins!

[Gerard] The phantom reveals himself.

You have a sense of timing, MacKenzie.

I was just about to make an example of your kin.

Well, then make it of me instead.

Those men who followed me did so of their own will.

Not his.

It's a rare thing, loyalty among traitors.

And yet

you were his laird.

You commanded his loyalty.

Tell me, which of you bears the greater guilt?

If you're gonna hang us, get on with it.

We'll not dance for your amusement.

Oh, I'll do both.

It'll make a fine report back in London,

two MacKenzie heads for the price of one.

Please, no!

Please!

-Please. -Captain Lord Grey,

perhaps you'll allow my brothers a moment to pray

before you pass sentence.

And while you wait,

there's proof worth your seeing.

[soft dramatic music playing]

Proof of what?

Of the price of loyalty.

???

Do not waste my time.

???

[Ellen] Mr. Gowan, please show Captain Lord Grey to the study.

[muffled violin music playing]

Quickly.

What is it? What's wrong?

Julia?

Even with the gems, I can't go through the stones.

What do you mean? You've done it before.

No.

I traveled because of William.

He can. I can't.

[muffled applause]

You were pregnant.

Yes.

Whatever it is, this trait, this ability,

it comes from you, not me.

Did this seer tell you that? Hmm?

I wanted to think she was mad,

but she saw Claire with your brother, safe.

She was certain,

said the gift wasn't in me.

Henry,

you have to take him.

Take William.

-Go home. -No.

You'd be with Claire again, with our son.

-No. -[Julia] Please.

He'll be safe with you. They both will.

Julia, I will not abandon you.

You'll be freeing me, my darling,

not abandoning me.

Our children would be with their father.

The rest, I can bear.

I won't live knowing that we are lost to each other.

[somber music playing]

???

But are we not already,

here, in this time?

???

All right.

We run. Tonight.

Fetch William, and we will keep moving until-

Until what?

It's William he wants.

Lovat will hunt us forever.

Then we don't run. We fight.

And if we lose?

What becomes of Claire and William?

???

[Ned] The price of loyalty?

I had to buy time.

I've him settled in the study with a bottle at his elbow.

It buys you a little time but not much.

It's enough.

You're going to speak to them.

Then be careful, Ellen.

Bargains have a way of outliving the moment.

Keep Grey where he is.

[Ned] I will.

They chose the clan over you once before.

[dramatic music playing]

Your father never let a debt stand.

I've wondered when the account would come due.

He'd approve of this.

???

[Ellen] Shall I light one for each of you?

No word of comfort

or goodbye?

[sighs]

You brought this clan to its knees, Dougal.

And, Colum,

you couldn't stop him.

Grey is right.

But I can bargain with something else.

-[Colum] What? -Your lives.

From this day,

Colum alone,

calls the clan to arms,

every decision his.

Dougal, you hold the title of War Chief in name only.

Never.

Then I'll walk away.

And Grey will see you shot before supper.

I can sign the land back into your keeping Colum,

but I'll take a piece for myself,

east of Broch Morda.

It adjoins Fraser land.

-[Ellen] Aye. -[Dougal scoffs]

[Ellen] Brian Fraser's land.

The land where we'll make our home.

We'll give you no land, you blackhearted bitch,

nor will I give him power for all clan decisions.

As you wish.

It makes no difference to me.

I have nothing to lose.

When we die,

this is all yours.

Aye.

Brian Fraser of Leoch and I

will lay you under a bonnie tree, near Father.

So let us pray.

Our father who art in heaven,

hallowed be-

You'd let us be shot over a parcel of dirt?

You're lucky dirt is all I'm asking for.

[somber music playing]

???

Do we have an agreement?

???

You still havena told us how you intend

to persuade the honorable Captain Lord Grey.

And I'm not going to.

[Dougal scoffs]

You're a devil, sister.

You put Old Nick himself to shame.

???

[festive music playing]

???

[indistinct chatter]

Would you like to accompany me

on a tour of Sandringham's home, Miss Grant?

He has some wonderful paintings, I'm told.

Where is your wife, my lord?

I wouldn't want to cause a scandal.

Taking some air in the garden, most likely.

She's a sickly creature.

Why not give the courtiers something to talk about?

???

[applause]

[Henry] Well, one small mercy,

we know William can travel,

and so could you,

when he was inside you.

Don't.

I've had that same thought and hated myself for it.

We always meant to have more children.

Yes, but not like this.

What if it allowed you to travel, to go home?

We cannot,

not here.

[muffled music playing]

???

Is this our song?

[chuckles]

???

You know, if we were at home...

???

...I'd have you on the dance floor already.

???

Dance with me.

[Julia chuckles]

???

[foxtrot playing]

???

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

Slow, quick, quick, slow. Quick, quick, slow.

Slow, quick, quick, slow. Slow, quick, quick, slow.

Can't we just do a good old-fashioned waltz

rather than this foxtrot nonsense?

[Julia] Darling, don't be so behind the times.

[laughs] God, Henry, do keep up.

[Henry] All right, I'm bloody trying.

It's just- I've got two left feet.

[Julia] No, if that is your attitude,

then we're never going to win the competition, are we?

[Henry] It's not always about the winning.

Right, well, that is another way

you're gonna get us disqualified.

[clears throat] And...

Slow, slow, quick, quick, slow.

Beautiful! Wonderful.

[Henry] Slow, slow.

[Julia] Practice makes perfect.

Oh, yes.

That's how we made Claire,

lots and lots of practice.

And she is perfect.

Let's make another.

Another baby?

Really?

I want more of you.

I want more of us.

I want a whole house full of little Beauchamps,

a whole house full!

We're going to make a hundred!

[laughter]

We made William and Claire out of love.

This would be out of love too, Julia.

It always has been,

always will be,

nothing else.

We can't, Henry,

not just to open a door.

Oh, but if that door led to home?

Look,

for now,

you're safe, and I'm safe.

And we have the gems.

That's something.

A start.

[Ellen] You've had a trying day, I think.

It's no small thing to bear the king's justice

on your shoulders.

Justice is never small, Mistress MacKenzie.

But it grows tiresome to see it so poorly understood.

[sighs]

A burden only the most capable could manage.

His Majesty is fortunate to have men of your courage

and conviction.

You're very kind.

Most in these parts would spit rather than speak so.

Spitting has never moved a man toward reason.

Whisky, perhaps.

To His Majesty's good health

and to those who defend him with such honor.

Sl�inte.

I fear you take me for a meddlesome woman.

But I wanted to thank you

for allowing me to keep Leoch.

Your mercy is most generous, given the circumstances.

Mercy?

I'd call it fairness.

You had the wit to keep your name clear

of your brothers' treason.

Aye, though you must think me a fool to share their blood.

Foolishness and loyalty are often mistaken for one another.

[Ellen] And loyalty, too, can ruin good men.

You know this better than most.

Command brings envy as often as praise.

[Gerard] Mm.

You've a sharp tongue for one who claims

no taste in politics.

[Ellen chuckles] I have no head for politics, my lord.

But I have eyes enough to see when a man's reputation

stands upon a knife's edge.

You mean mine?

Only that you've accomplished much already.

You needn't let the execution of two Highland fools

cloud your achievements.

You think killing traitors will tarnish my reputation?

I was honored at Sheriffmuir for striking the blow

that broke the line.

His Majesty knows my name, trusts my hand.

Why would I tremble over two doomed Scots?

Because, my lord, His Majesty rewards victory,

not scandal.

The honors you earned at Sheriffmuir

would turn to ash the moment it reached London

that the rebel Dougal MacKenzie slipped your chains,

butchered your men,

and walked free

long enough to choose his own death.

The tale near writes itself,

a rebel chieftain,

tortured and unbowed,

outwits the king's own officer

and then yields himself up to save his kin.

[pensive music playing]

The broadsheets will take up the song

before the bodies grow cold.

The taverns will echo it.

And every verse will end the same way,

with your name.

I'll hang any man who dares sing it.

By hanging one, you'll make ten more hum it.

These songs are like seeds, Captain.

They lie quiet at first.

But give them a little water,

a widow's tears,

a drink too many,

and they take root.

Soon enough, the glens are full of them.

And the next rising begins in time to their tune.

???

But if they live,

there is no song,

no legend to sow,

only two broken men fading into obscurity

and a captain whose name remains burnished

in the king's esteem,

untouched,

unchallenged.

You paint it prettily.

What would you have me do?

Turn loose the lions that bit my head?

[Ellen] Not loose. Caged.

Let London think you've kept them for questioning

or for the king's pleasure.

Delay, not pardon.

Appear judicious,

not merciful.

Men will call it strategy,

not weakness.

You play a dangerous game, Mistress MacKenzie.

Aye.

But then so do you.

???

[clears throat]

Perhaps it is true

that anything that can be demanded of a man has a price.

???

Even loyalty.

Question is,

precisely who should be made to pay it?

The land is yours regardless.

Why risk it?

Because I gave my word.

Your word?

To traitors?

To my blood.

They've sinned in their way,

as have I, perhaps.

But what am I if I break faith the moment it profits me?

We're not so different, Captain.

You fight for a king you've never met.

I fight for the blood I was born to.

Neither of us can choose our loyalties,

only what we do with them.

Your brothers will live.

For now.

Then we understand one another.

???

The price of mercy.

A tithe to peace, perhaps.

???

Then may God reward your generosity, Mistress MacKenzie.

???

He already has.

I have acquired a sugarcane plantation in the West Indies

and must see to its management.

In my absence, I will entrust

care of the estate to my cousin.

Very little will change

in your day-to-day responsibilities,

except for one detail.

Rebecca, you will now serve as Mistress Cameron's lady's maid,

as Grace will be accompanying me on my journey.

To mark this occasion, you may each have

a small portion of sugar to have with some tea.

You're dismissed.

[soft dramatic music playing]

???

[teacups clattering]

[Jocasta] I'll have a brandy.

Will ye fetch it for me, Grace?

I'm so sorry to lose you.

Perhaps the master will let me stay

since I know all your particular habits and ways.

Oh, bless you, lass. Dinna worry about me.

I'll make do with Rebecca.

If it isn't too bold, Mistress,

could she go in my place?

She doesna have the constitution for it.

-Yes, Mistress. -[Jocasta] Yeah.

When Mr. Cameron has made up his mind about something,

he'll never change it,

even for my sake.

[breathing heavily, whimpering softly]

[door clicks]

[Margaret giggles and moans]

By God's blood.

[sighs]

-[giggles] -[door slams]

Oh, dear.

You'll have to excuse my brother.

[laughter]

Well, now,

half the courtiers here have brought their mistresses.

You, uh-

well, you said so yourself.

Well, the king does not go anywhere without

Elephant and Maypole.

You insist on calling them that?

-They're my friends. -Aye.

Well, there are worse things to be called.

I'm sure Melusine prefers Maypole.

I would if my name was Melusine.

Ehrengard Melusine von der Schulenburg...

[laughter]

...to be precise.

[laughter]

But I'm not an elephant or a maypole.

I am a Grant.

And I expect to be treated as such.

Aye.

Oh, I don't doubt it, my dear.

[gasps] I am not Lady Amelia.

You won't take me by force.

[moans, laughs]

Though I admire a man who knows what he wants.

Oh, I want you.

And I usually get what I want.

[laughs]

Ah, not today, my lord,

and not without a promise...

of marriage.

[lively music playing]

???

[indistinct chatter]

Well, it's nice to meet you. Thank you so much.

Now you know,

Count Konigsmarck's body was never found.

They say he was murdered after His Majesty learned

of his affair with his wife.

Long live the king.

[Uncle Mac] Aye.

Or perhaps worse was his wife's fate-

divorced, stripped of her title,

imprisoned, mere mention of her name forbidden,

scandal of its day.

And yet here is our king enjoying the company

of his mistresses in public.

[Malcolm] Exactly.

See, with the right connections,

there's always a way to get what you want.

See, Margaret has those connections.

She has good breeding, will have a sizable dowry.

She'd make a good wife.

Oh, it's a shame that you're already married

to your maidservant.

Well, Henry VIII had six wives.

Well, perhaps one must keep trying until one gets it right.

???

[both chuckle]

[pensive music playing]

???

[Lovat] I, um-

I regret the disagreement we had at Braemar.

I pitied your poor nephew.

I- I heard he died of a broken heart.

Indeed.

Deeply unfair of the MacKenzies

to keep the truth from you like that,

finding out that the woman he intended to marry

had already been handfast to someone else.

Well,

that is enough to break anyone's heart.

Handfast?

To whom?

My bastard son.

???

There.

It's yours.

Apart from that wee parcel you coerced from me.

Is there any world in which you would ever have given it

to me freely?

[Colum] I might have given it to you as a wedding gift.

I doubt that very much.

As if you'd ever be invited.

[thunder rumbling]

Well, then I shall consider myself free

from any obligation to pay for your dowry

or any further expenses.

As is his right.

I don't want your coin, Colum.

I'll take the land because it belonged to Da.

Here is the deed to that parcel.

So ye're free to marry yer bastard.

Congratulations.

Father would be proud.

I have one last condition.

Swear to me...

you will honor our boundaries

and never set foot upon our land so long as we live.

I swear.

You are free to come here.

[chuckles]

[door slams]

[Ned sighs]

[somber music playing]

???

You may have lost your sister,

but you won your brother back today

and- and with it, the clan's respect.

I- I was half expecting you to...

take the Redcoats straight to Dougal yourself.

[chuckles]

???

Never.

All will remember what you've done.

You are a good laird, Colum.

???

The West Indies?

No.

No. No.

No, I canna let him take you.

You can't stop him.

I will- I will buy your bond.

[Grace] What- with what money?

I'll beg. I'll borrow. I'll steal if I have to.

We're only beginning. I canna lose you now.

Murtagh,

I was never yours to lose.

It was madness to think that-

I will board the ship. I will find you.

What do you think Mr. Cameron would do?

Welcome you in with a cup of tea?

Do you not feel as I do, then?

What I said earlier-

I do love you.

Then marry me. [chuckles]

???

Mr. Cameron would say no.

[Murtagh] Oh, Mr. Cameron.

Then run away with me!

I belong to him.

If we were caught, he'd have you-

he'd have you arrested for stealing his property.

You'd be hanged.

You said all you wanted was time when God wasn't looking.

God may not be looking,

but my master is.

???

[Ned] Brian will still have you, then?

Did you doubt it?

No. No, but...

it is still a comfort to me, Ellen,

to hear you confirm it.

Would you have said that before the Redcoats came?

I am only ever concerned for you.

You must, by rights, have equal concern for my brothers.

But I do not blame you.

'Tis your job.

I made a promise to protect the clan.

And I knew you would keep it.

And now that you have,

I- I am going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

All those nights by the fireside,

reading, and our plays.

[laughter]

I- I will never forget your Titania.

Oh, well, I- I- I had- I had a talented scene partner

in you, my dear. [chuckles]

"I am a spirit

"of no common rate.

"The summer still doth tend upon my state.

"And I...

"do love thee.

"Therefore go with me.

I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee."

Thank you, Ned,

for everything.

???

But if- if you ever have need of my services-

[Ellen] No, no.

You mean so much more to me than that.

And I do love thee.

Well...

Ellen...

???

From your brother.

???

[lively music playing]

[Lovat] I couldn't believe my eyes.

???

[Lovat] A man's bed shouldn't grow cold for too long.

???

Well, you have an ugly tendency

of inserting yourself where you're not wanted.

Do not take that tone with me, wife.

She was content enough in my bed.

[dramatic music playing]

[Uncle Mac] Miss Grant, she used to be a scullery maid.

You have a headache.

Poison kills.

[Margaret] Aren't you charming?

???

You should see the way they're looking at each other.

He's going to get rid of me.

Oh, he'd never divorce you.

Imagine the scandal.

Aye. He's embarrassed of me. I'm a blight on his name.

Well, at least you'd be free of him.

He'd keep William.

???

[Henry] The next "king."

You know what isn't a scandal?

???

When your wife dies.

???

[seagulls squawking]

[children] Nailed it.

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