[Ellen] Previously...
Raibeart Ruadh MacGriogair.
The notorious Rob Roy.
[Ned] Rob Roy is, of course, a known Jacobite
and traitor to the crown.
The Grants have avoided
any Jacobite associations until now.
The MacKenzies would be wise to follow suit.
I love you, Julia.
What's wrong?
Nothing at all.
It can't be you.
[dramatic music plays]
[Julia] We'll find our way back to each other.
-I promise. -You've been married?
Aye.
You've helped me greatly
by ensnaring the MacKenzie lass.
[Ellen] I'll find a way out of my betrothal.
I swear it.
[Brian] We will.
A test must be performed to ascertain
whether or not your virtue is intact.
[clergyman] Virgo intacta.
[Mrs. Fitz] Virtue intact.
Dinna think I'm not grateful
that you saved Lady Ellen today.
But if you truly love her, you'll stay away from her.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[knock at door]
Come in.
What the devil are you waiting for?
[baby fussing]
You sent for us?
Aye, but I didn't send for the bairn.
I was feeding him.
[Lovat] Well, that duty belongs to the wet nurse.
It won't be long until I'm fully restored
and we celebrate our union...
[clinks]
...the way the good Lord intended.
Why did you send for us?
I called for you, Brian, because you'll be joining me
at the Earl of Mar's tynchal at Braemar.
Which clans are to attend this year?
[Lovat] Well, nearly all of them, I imagine.
The Grants?
[Lovat] Well, where else would they be?
Well, except Isaac, of course.
Hmm.
May he rest in peace.
The Grants will undoubtedly bow to me.
Now that the MacKenzie slut has been exposed,
I'll have no trouble
from the rest of the Red Jacob brats.
Make yourself ready, Brian.
We leave today.
Oh, and as for you, my lady,
you are to see to the castle.
If that's your desire, my Lord.
Well, as my wife,
the responsibility falls to you.
Does it not?
Yes...
but I half wondered whether you might be
thinking of taking Simon with you.
A wee bairn?
Why?
[Julia] Because of the prophecy.
Your son will be king one day.
Wouldn't that strengthen your influence
among the clans, perhaps?
Well, he'd be the only babe there.
I know you're a Sassenach, Julia,
and you're not privy to all of our customs,
but you see, the Earl of Mar's tynchal--
Aye, but Father,
now ye have a legitimate son.
[suspenseful music plays]
[Lovat] Aye.
♪ ♪
[Brian] Of course, you'd need to be canny,
and careful who ye tell--
Enough.
You think I can't tell who can be trusted?
Perhaps it was foolish of me to offer.
I was only thinking of your heir's future.
Aye, well, look at him.
He is a braw wee lad.
Aren't you?
He favors his father.
[Lovat] Hmm.
Then the wet nurse will join us.
Might Julia join us as well?
All fine lords in good standin'
will have their wives wi' them.
Very well.
Prepare yourselves for Braemar at once.
[upbeat music plays]
♪ ♪
[Man] Halt the coach!
[horse neighing]
[Malcolm] Uncle, where'd you spring from?
London, where I've been attending to matters
on yer father's behalf.
When I heard of his passing,
I set out to travel to ye at once.
Ye were missed at the funeral.
'Tis a pity of the world, nephew,
losing such a father,
and just as your life as a man has begun.
Thank you.
I've come to further Isaac's work
and protect his legacy,
which is you.
I see ye are wise enough to bring a henchman,
though not quick enough to have been much help
had I posed any danger to you.
Ah, well, you remember father's bodyman,
-Mr. Arch Bug. -Aye.
And uh, this is Mr. Henry Grant, our bladier.
Henry Beauchamp Grant, sir.
-An Englishman. -[Henry] Mm-hmm.
And a gentleman by your speech, sir.
How'd that come about, lad?
Ah, well, Father chose Henry for his skill.
I maintain his services because he's been loyal to me.
That remains to be seen, Master Grant.
M'Laird.
You'll address me according to my station, Mr. Bug.
[chuckling]
Apologies, M'Laird.
Well, join us, Uncle. There's room in the coach.
We're no' far from Leoch, where we'll rendezvous
with my betrothed and her brothers.
Surely ye'd prefer to rest
before you journey on to Braemar.
Ah, I'll meet ye there.
I'm eager to pay a visit to yer intended
as soon as possible.
Put a face to the name of the lass
ye've written to me about.
Ye're soon to be wed, lad.
Aye.
Well, ye'll be charmed by her.
No doubt.
[dramatic music plays]
Ha!
♪ ♪
[Colum] So we are agreed, then?
Aye, Colum. How often must I say it?
Many times as I require.
'Tis the future well-being of the clan that's at stake,
a considerable weight on our shoulders.
Well, mine are braw enough.
Are yers?
You can play the braggart wi' me, Dougal,
but I can sense yer apprehension.
And if I can sense it--
Oh, ye've a nose for apprehension, then, do you?
'Tis the Earl of Mar's annual tynchal.
Ye ken all eyes will be upon us.
[Dougal] Aye.
Auld men who wish us to lick their boots.
Those auld men have power, wealth,
could slice yer bollocks off
and serve them to ye on a platter.
So, ye'd best remember yerself.
We canna afford a misstep.
Ye'll reassure me as many times as I require
before we cast the dice.
[Ellen] Intending to try yer luck with wagers
at Braemar, are you?
We're speakin' of clan matters that dinna concern ye, Ellen.
I suppose not.
I'm merely a pawn to ensure a strong
and fruitful alliance with the Grants.
Oh, Ellen MacKenzie,
ye have finally accepted yer role to play.
Well, we canna all cling to our convictions,
can we, Dougal?
[door opens]
[servant] Apologies, M'Laird.
The gentleman wouldna wait to be announced.
Who might this gentleman be?
Malcolm MacKinnon Grant.
Pleased to meet ye.
Ellen MacKenzie.
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Grant.
Ah, ye may call me Uncle.
We're soon to be family.
As you wish.
Leave us.
[chuckles]
Us leave you?
[Uncle Mac] 'Tis not yourselves
with whom I've come to acquaint myself.
I wish to speak wi' yer sister.
Make sure we're not disturbed.
[door clicks]
Welcome to Leoch... Uncle.
[Uncle Mac chuckles]
Well, then, niece,
let us acquaint ourselves and speak as though
we've kent one another a lifetime.
If that is what pleases ye.
Oh, what pleases me is an unrivaled match
for my nephew.
I've heard of yer beauty and yer sharp mind.
In fact, Malcolm barely writes of much else.
[Ellen chuckles]
I am honored by his good opinion, sir.
[Uncle Mac] Aye, yeah.
Word of other virtues you may or may not possess
have been brought to my attention as well.
If you're speaking of the rumors against me...
I wish for you to tell me
why your virtue was brought into question.
Rumors and gossip from a disreputable man
who wants nothing more than to destroy
my family's good name.
Mm.
My purity was proven.
[Uncle Mac] I'm a man ye'd be wise to be honest wi', lass.
I've a way of gettin' to the truth of matters.
[both chuckling]
I've great regard for your wish to assess me on my own merit.
My own father taught me to look at all the facts
and judge all sides of matters as well.
[laughs]
Oh, there's the keen mind I heard a great deal about.
I ken well enough Malcolm values your cleverness.
But Clan Grant values loyalty above all else.
Now, my nephew believes
the sun rises and sets wi' ye.
Will you be a good
and faithful wife to him?
We MacKenzies may be spirited.
-Curious, indeed. -Mm.
Stubborn, aye, to a fault at times.
But once we are wed, we are faithful forever.
You know, I kent your father.
Ah, a man who could convince ye the sun was shinin'
whilst the rain lashed your face.
Aye.
My da was a persuasive man.
But then you must have kent my mother too.
She served my da well.
Hmm.
Serve Malcolm well,
and there will be no ill will between us.
[dramatic music plays]
Mind, though, Lady Ellen,
if ye break my nephew's heart,
I'll rip your own from your chest.
♪ ♪
[Mrs. Fitz] Take that to the kitchen.
[servant] Yes, ma'am, right away.
[Mrs. Fitz] Away wi' you. On you go.
The Grants have all arrived.
Ye must go.
Ye're cold to the touch.
-Are ye well? -No.
[Mrs. Fitz] What is it? Have you caught Letitia's ague?
No.
[Mrs. Fitz] What's happened, then?
Malcolm's uncle threatened
to rip my heart from my chest
if I broke Malcolm's.
He would, the auld fiend.
See that ye dinna so much as look at another man at Braemar.
And if Brian is there?
For Christ's sweet sake, lass.
Ye came within a hair's breadth wi' that test of yer purity.
Ye'll not be so lucky a second time.
As it is, we'll need to be wily as foxes
to manage your weddin' night,
make certain ye bleed when ye're meant to.
[Ellen] Oh, Christ.
I hadn't considered that.
[Mrs. Fitz] Dinna fash, mo chridhe.
We'll manage that when the time comes.
Women have been puttin' that one over on men
since Eve ate the apple.
But there must not be the slightest glance
betwixt you and anyone but Malcolm Grant,
or at least one of you will be dead.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
[horse neighing]
[indistinct chatter]
[upbeat music playing]
♪ ♪
I really am sorry about your father.
Thank you.
Your family's attendance at his funeral
meant a great deal to me.
You must miss him terribly.
Aye.
I do, just as you miss your own, I imagine.
Aye.
I still expect him to come to breakfast.
My heart breaks when I see his empty chair.
I ken what ye mean.
For me, it's, uh-- it's just the wee things.
Since before I could talk, I'd bring him things to show.
A pretty pebble...
[Ellen laughs]
[Malcolm] ...a stick wi' a fork in it,
uh, the egg of a bird.
He'd always be interested.
Admire what I found and talk to me about it.
I'm glad I got the chance to show him you.
It was the same with me and my da.
Though 'twas more things I'd read in books,
bits o' poetry and the like.
Losing my father has made me think more clear.
Life's not long,
and we must make the best of ourselves.
I don't want to waste any more time.
Now that I'm laird,
I want nothin' more than for you to be my lady.
Shall we?
[upbeat music playing]
♪ ♪
Your presence is always such a blessing.
♪ ♪
That's McMurtry.
[Colum] Christ almighty.
-One o' the Gallowglass? -[Dougal] Aye.
[Colum] Who invited those assassins?
Whoever has the coin to pay them.
It's time you made the tour of the tent,
refresh your memories of the players at hand
before the Earl of Mar greets us.
There will be time for lassies later.
[indistinct chatter]
There's Ellen
wi' Malcolm Grant.
Hurts, doesn't it?
Seein' the lass ye love
enjoyin' the company of another.
-Aye. -Aye.
Well, the lass is lost to ye.
She's better for it, if ye ask me.
I dinna recall asking you anythin'.
Of course not.
Ye're in the habit of takin' what ye wish
wi'out considerin' the consequences.
Oh, aye, I ken about the ordeal
Ellen was forced to go through on yer account.
My auntie told me.
At least she's safe wi' Malcolm.
♪ ♪
-How are you? -[chief] Good day.
-Good to see you. -[chief] Good to see you, sir.
[Lovat] Murtagh.
Come tell me what you've seen, what you've heard.
There's word of a guest in attendance,
a special friend of the Earl's.
He's to be introduced by the Earl himself.
Gatherin' money for the Stuarts?
I dinna ken.
But the wealthiest and most influential
Highland clan chieftains have all arrived.
[Lovat] Aye, and took the finest sites
nearest the castle for themselves,
leavin' the rest of us to camp near the horse pens.
Make the rounds once again and report back.
♪ ♪
[tender music plays]
♪ ♪
Julia.
[Julia] Henry.
[baby fussing]
Is this...
♪ ♪
[baby cooing]
And who might you be?
An admirer of our son.
He's heard of the prophecy, haven't you?
Yes, suppose I have.
Ah, a Sassenach supporter.
The world does have its wee surprises, does it not?
My wife and I will not consider your otherness
a mark against you.
Will we, my dear?
No, we will not.
Your wife?
Aye, a beautiful rose of the English variety,
a gentle temptress who fell into my life
and won me over with her grace and considerable charms.
I blessed her with the bonniest of wee laddies.
Didn't I, my sweet?
-Yes, my Lord. -[Lovat chuckles]
Excuse us.
There are many fine folk here who Mistress Fraser
and my heir must meet.
[somber music plays]
♪ ♪
I told you he has a talent for slippin' away.
He has a weakness for whores, ye ken.
If he does slip away, no doubt you'll find him
skulking near the brothel tent.
I am able to distinguish between a man's
professional countenance and his personal proclivities,
Mr. Bug.
The Earl has called a meeting of the clan chieftains.
You will accompany me and my nephew at once.
♪ ♪
[laughter and chatter]
Those are auld Jacob's lads?
Aye, that's Colum, laird of the MacKenzies,
and his brother, Dougal,
who serves as the clan's war chief.
I heard the strife that struck Clan MacKenzie
after Seumas Ruadh died without naming a successor.
But why split the clan leadership
betwixt a laird and war chieftain?
Ah, Dougal is a fine warrior
who could inspire men to do damn near anything.
He doesna have the temperament needed to be a laird.
Now, we should, ah, consider them
two important halves that make a strong whole.
Dougal is the MacKenzie brawn.
Colum is its sound mind.
And I suppose we're to believe yer nephew,
new to lairdship himself, has talent for both?
Question my laird's might at your peril, MacPherson.
Well, as ye're betrothed to their sister,
I suppose you've reckoned to the matter
of the MacKenzies' cleaved leadership
to your satisfaction.
I have.
[chatter hushes]
Welcome, gentlemen.
Welcome, all.
The tynchal is my favorite event of the year,
and I'm delighted that so many of you are here.
I hope you'll join me in welcoming yet
a rather unique guest.
[crowd murmuring]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
I trust I need no introduction.
I dare say you do not.
[Rob Roy] Thank you to the Earl of Mar.
What is he doing here?
Thank you, fine gentlemen, here today.
Many of you ken me
and ken my purpose too, I think.
Now, the English,
the English have persecuted my family,
my clan, for centuries
wi' no cause, save greed.
[all] Aye.
And a German interloper
who has ruled with tyranny that has oppressed many.
[crowd murmurs]
And many of ye here have less now
than ye had not so many years before.
[crowd murmurs]
And the rest of ye, the rest of ye have been
lulled into complacency
by the English coin.
Aye, the crown may bless ye wi' one hand.
But they will take wi' the other.
'Tis only a matter of time
before the English persecute you as well,
reive your kine, strip yer clan lands from ye,
and brand ye outlaws.
There are those here that think,
"That willna happen to me.
My clan has been loyal to the crown."
Well, lads, there was a time when I,
was fool enough to think the same.
But I see no fools before me now.
[all] Aye.
[dramatic music plays]
I see men wi' desires like mine.
A desire to have a destiny of our own makin'.
-Aye. -Yes.
[Rob Roy] Which is why we canna wait any longer
to restore our true king to his throne.
[all] Aye!
And restore justice to the Kingdom o' Scotland!
I, Rob Roy,
draw my sword on behalf of the Stuart cause.
And I will not hesitate to lay down my life
for our rightful king!
[all] Aye!
A Scottish ruler rising from the Fraser bloodline,
uniting the clans for centuries to come.
[Earl of Mar] A rousin' oration from MacGregor,
able to speak plainly with great candor.
Most refreshing to hear after the months
I've spent mired in hand-wringing
and doublespeak in Parliament.
And now, now I share the true reason
I've called you to hear from MacGregor directly
and thus allow this circle of gentlemen,
if I may include you all,
to decide our allegiance to the cause
and declare it.
[crowd whispering]
Let us all enjoy the games today
and the tynchal tomorrow.
And afterwards, we shall reconvene.
And each chieftain will cast a vote
for or against movement forward.
Be assured you'll no' be hampered
nor hindered in your leaving tomorrow
no matter your vote.
[crowd murmuring]
I am much of your mind, my Lord.
Well, I'm glad to hear of it, Lord...
Lovat.
Lord Simon Lovat.
I shall return tomorrow with my heir
armed with knowledge you will undoubtedly find valuable
to the cause.
Though there are men here plagued by scandal
and not suited to hear it.
[chuckles] Save yourself, of course.
Ah, you, Fraser, are a liar,
a fantasist, and a scoundrel.
[tense music plays]
I did you a good turn,
alerted your family of the MacKenzie slut.
The lass' purity was proven.
No. No, no, that- that can't be.
I- I would have heard about it.
[chuckles] Ye wouldna, Fraser.
D'ye ken why?
Because you make mischief wi'out the slightest cause.
You spread lies to suit your scurrilous agenda
about my nephew's betrothed,
about the false promise of your heir,
as if seed from your putrid loins
could amount to more than a blight
-upon all of us. -[all] Aye.
[Uncle Mac] You are a detestable nodcock, Fraser,
and so is any man who would confuse
your damnable lies wi' truth.
♪ ♪
I'm afraid I must end our conversation here.
♪ ♪
[door clicks]
[indistinct chatter]
God bless the elder Grant.
Another moment of Lovat's lies, and you two might have
spilt his blood on the Earl's floor.
The day isna over.
If the Earl thinks I'll take our clan to war
for their cause, he is mistaken.
Dougal MacKenzie, is it no'?
You ken my name.
[Rob Roy] Oh, aye.
I recall any man willin' to donate
a chest of coin to the cause.
Did ye bring it with ye?
No.
Disappeared durin' the Redcoat raid
on our cattle auction at Nairne's, aye?
[chuckles]
Well, perhaps ye can inform me
as to where I might be able to find it
over a wee dram later.
Aye, perhaps.
[Rob Roy] Gentlemen. How are you?
What coin was MacGregor speakin' of?
'Twas a jest. Ye ken MacGregor.
No, I do not.
I dinna keep company wi' outlaws.
Did ye promise coin to the cause?
A bit of Ellen's dowry money, a wee contribution.
Without so much as a word to me?
What the devil were ye thinkin'?
Am I not the laird of our clan?
Is our sister not betrothed to an ardent Loyalist?
Dinna speak to me that way!
I'm the war chieftain, not a bairn!
[Colum] Well, ye conduct yerself like one!
Let your better selves prevail.
We have been brought here to discuss a matter of war.
[Ned] It is no war yet.
A vote must be had first.
And even if it were--
This is Grant money ye're gambling with!
You care nothing for the greater good of our clan.
Ye're selfish and shortsighted.
You fool me into believing you care only for a chance
to dip your wick wi' the lassies.
But no!
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
Did ye ken the Earl intended to use this tynchal
as a cover for his Jacobite agenda?
He is right to.
You canna be trusted.
[Dougal] My cause is righteous.
You care for our clan, aye.
But the whole of Scotland is my concern.
You bent yer knee to me.
Lie to me again,
and I'll hire the Gallowglass
to cut yer tongue out at the root.
Now tell me,
what in God's name else are you hiding from me?
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[folk music playing]
-[both grunting] -[laughter]
♪ ♪
[all cheering]
♪ ♪
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
[both grunting]
[Brian] I like the one in blue myself.
I was thinkin' the lad in red has him.
[Brian chuckles]
I'm so sorry for what ye went through.
I was sick wi' worry.
You only have power over yer mind,
not outside events.
[indistinct shouting]
[all cheering]
[tender music plays]
♪ ♪
'Tis dangerous for both of us.
We must be careful.
I love you.
♪ ♪
[Ellen] I see Mr. Gowan searching for me.
I'm expected to attend
the Countess of Mar's sewin' circle.
Meet me later
in the old kirk on the castle grounds.
♪ ♪
Arriving late to the Countess's sewing circle
is not looked kindly upon.
The Countess can wait.
What is it, then?
[Colum] Ned.
Dougal.
Leave us.
[Ellen] What have you told him, Dougal?
[Dougal inhales sharply]
Dougal.
The truth about you and the Fraser bastard.
You've betrayed me, then.
I dinna answer to you, Ellen MacKenzie.
Colum is my laird.
What were you thinkin', Ellen?
Brian Fraser.
What would Da say?
How dare you invoke our father.
How dare ye be such a reckless fool!
Da's sworn enemy!
Christ, even Dougal wouldna touch a Fraser.
I dinna expect you to understand.
Then understand this.
I will have the bastard killed
if that's what it takes to keep you from him.
You harm Brian Fraser in any way,
and I'm finished wi' you.
I mean it.
Ye ken I have Malcolm's ear.
As his bride, I'll convince him
to withhold Grant allegiance
and Grant money from Clan MacKenzie.
Where will ye be then, brother?
I need yer word ye'll stay away from the Fraser bastard.
I'll need yours in return.
You have it.
I willna harm him.
-Or see him harmed. -[Colum laughs]
Yeah, I ken your mind, Colum.
If any harm befalls Brian at yer hand,
or at the hand of another at yer behest--
Or see him harmed.
From this moment onwards.
You have my word.
[somber music plays]
I need assurance you'll keep yer half of our bargain.
Ye must break wi' him for good.
♪ ♪
You have my word.
♪ ♪
[Brian] Mr. Grant.
Brian, is it?
I ken yer wife.
Yes.
I'm sorry to have been the reason
to part ye from Julia again.
But ye must ken she never stopped
trying to return to ye.
Her marriage to my father isna what it seems.
So what happened?
[indistinct chatter]
Miss Beauchamp.
It's Mistress Fraser of Lovat now, I'm afraid.
You married Simon Fraser?
A union that was forced upon me.
We didn't get to speak of it the last time I saw you.
There was a more pressing matter at hand.
I wanted to thank you again.
You saved my life, you and Brian.
I owe you a great debt.
I was glad to help.
Brian would do anything for you.
The love you share reminds me of...
[soft music plays]
Of what?
♪ ♪
You ken my secrets,
secrets you could reveal and ruin me.
You can trust me wi' yer own.
You and Brian...
remind me of the love I share with Henry.
Is Henry your lover, then?
He's my husband, my true love.
And yet you were forced to marry Lovat.
[Julia] Out of horrible necessity.
Henry and I were separated,
lost each other for a time.
How can you bear to be with Lovat,
feeling as you do about Henry?
It's dreadful.
I don't have the liberty to move or speak freely,
to let Henry know what I've been through,
how I truly feel.
Tell him that I chose what might be
a unforgivable betrayal
to keep our child safe.
Great sacrifice.
[Julia] It's what we do for the ones we love, isn't it?
In spite of the pain it causes you, you...
you protect them, no matter the cost.
Losing them forever is too great a price to pay.
Yes.
♪ ♪
Christ, I've missed you.
Let's go inside where no one can see us.
No, no.
We can't.
Aye.
Aye. You're right.
We canna be careless after what ye've been through.
What?
What is it?
Ellen, what is it?
We canna be together, Brian.
We can find a way.
No.
I was stubborn and foolish.
You're penniless,
without a foot of land to your name,
and the bastard of the most wretched,
immoral lord in the Highlands.
I was beguiled by you for a time.
But my heart has changed.
We pledged ourselves to one another.
I'm pledged to Malcolm Grant.
♪ ♪
My heart beats only for you.
Ye ken it as well as I do.
And yers...
yers beats for me too.
'Tis over between us.
[Brian] I love you, Ellen MacKenzie.
And I ken ye love me as well.
Drawn to you.
But I'm not certain it's love.
Of course it is.
No, dinna speak for me.
I've my own mind.
And I'm not in love with ye, Brian Fraser.
Perhaps I never was.
♪ ♪
How dare that sanctimonious wretch
call my integrity into question?
You, where were you while I was being
badgered and dismissed
and treated like dirt underfoot?
It's no business of yers.
Aye, you impudent boy.
You didna ask me to join ye--
and even if ye had, I canna see how my presence
-would have mattered. -Quite right.
It wouldn't have because you're a--
you're a flimsy kite of a man.
Pathetic.
A gentle breeze is enough to wound you.
[panting]
You can't even fuck properly, it seems.
If you were even half a man, you'd have taken
the MacKenzie slut's maidenhead.
And she would have been disgraced
before her whole family and all the clans!
But no, you couldn't even perform
when she was handed to you on a plate!
-Enough, you wicked man! -[baby crying]
Let me go!
[both grunting]
[baby crying]
Have you not learned your lesson, boy?
Don't you know where this will end?
[groans]
You have done nothing but mire me in scandal!
You'll no' represent me in the tynchal.
Murtagh will serve in your place.
You'll be a beater instead.
You...
you're no son of mine.
Then I'm glad to be free of ye.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[Ned] Mr. Grant.
Mr. Gowan.
Slàinte Mhath.
I had hoped to see you before now at Castle Grant.
But with Isaac's passing...
If he hadn't died, I would have killed him myself.
They lied to me, Ned.
They convinced me that my wife
and my child were dead.
But they're here at Braemar,
alive but not at all well.
Alive?
[stammering] And here?
That- that's an unconscionable deception.
I-I-I'm sorry to hear it.
I can't leave here without Julia and my son.
And I certainly can't return to the service of the Grants.
I must escape.
If anyone were to- to find out that I helped you--
I know.
I know what I'm asking of you.
If there was anyone else that I could trust
or any other way...
I do not wish harm to befall you, Ned.
I too have been in a- a situation
that required immediate escape.
Sounds as though you're gonna need
transportation for three.
That's right.
The full complement of Grants will be taking part
in the tynchal tomorrow, including Mr. Bug.
There'll be none to notice,
where you go or what you do for a wee while.
[soft music plays]
Well, thank you.
I will never forget your kindness.
What are friends for, then?
♪ ♪
Might I ask of you just one more favor?
A small one in comparison to the one
that you've already granted.
[Ned] My Lady?
Good day to you.
Mr. Gowan. I'm a friend of Henry's.
He asked a favor of me that I deliver this to you.
♪ ♪
[energetic folk music playing]
♪ ♪
[Malcolm] Lady Ellen.
Colum. Mistress Fitz.
I'm glad to see ye are no' missing the hunt, Lady Ellen.
Though yer beauty is like to spoil my aim.
[chuckles] Your aim will be true.
If a grouse crosses my path,
ye'll have his wings to grace a hat.
A fine present indeed.
[Colum] Gallant gentleman, to be sure.
[Mrs. Fitz] And laird of the House of Grant.
How fortunate for you to be his lady.
Aye, how fortunate.
♪ ♪
[shield banging]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[both grunt]
Murtagh.
♪ ♪
-[both breathing heavily] -[Murtagh] Go.
[indistinct shouting]
I thought ye were done wi' me.
If anyone's gonna kill ye, it's gonna be me.
♪ ♪
[horse whinnying]
[Henry] Julia.
Oh, Henry.
My darling, I am so sorry.
I- I was desperately trying to protect our son.
They were going to kill him or take him away from me.
He was all I had left of you, so I--
oh, the thought of it makes me feel sick.
All that matters is that I found you and William.
And you forgive me?
Brian told me what happened.
There's nothing to forgive.
[soft music plays]
Where's our son?
He's with the wet nurse.
[wet nurse] Mistress Fraser.
[Julia] The wet nurse is approaching with Balloch,
Lovat's bodyman.
Meet me at Leathers.
I'll leave a-- I'll leave a mark for you
by the tree near the broken wall.
I'll find the mark and meet you there.
[tense music plays]
[Julia] An admirer of Simon from earlier.
It seems that news of the Fraser prophecy
is spreading.
♪ ♪
The time to cast your vote for the cause has come.
All in favor?
[all] Aye!
Let us restore a Stuart King!
Aye, Clan Grant stands with ye.
[cheering]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
We proclaim James Edward Stuart
to be James VIII of Scotland
and III of England, Wales, and Ireland.
[cheering]
♪ ♪
[crowd whispering]
Why would ye do that?
Throw yerself and the clan
headfirst into the Stuart cause?
A decision needed to be made, lad.
You forget yourself, Uncle.
A laird doesna hesitate.
He acts with decision.
His men, the clan, those who are watching us
to see whether we'll survive your father's passing,
they had to see that we'd act,
that we're still strong.
As laird,
I thank ye for yer wise counsel.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
I look forward to seeing you on our wedding day.
♪ ♪