02x01 - Remembrance Day

[bunniefuu]

[Julia] Previously...

[Brian] I never asked yer name.

-Ellen MacKenzie.
-I'm Brian.

[Mrs. Fitz] Jacob swore to her

that she doesna have
to take a husband,

and 'tis no secret
that she doesna wish to.

Lady Ellen's to be married
to Malcolm Grant.

[Colum] Did you promise
coin to the cause?

What the devil were you thinking?

This is Grant money
you're gambling with!

You bring an offer of
a betrothal to the Grants,

and perhaps
we could help each other.

[Julia] I came to the Highlands
with my husband on holiday.

-Julia!
-You've been sold to us.

And here you'll stay.

[Arch Bug] The Laird
is losing his patience

with this search nonsense,
as am I.

-Do you want me to k*ll him?
-Not yet.

But watch him more closely.

I'll find a way out
of my betrothal.

-I swear it.
-We will.

[Lovat] Did you hear that,
Mistress Porter?

Julia is carrying my child.

This is mine and Henry's baby.

[Maisri] When the fate
of our nation is in peril,

he'll have his part to play.

Then it is as
the prophecy foretold.

You're carrying a future king.

Am I not the laird of our clan?

No, I'm the w*r chieftain,
not a bairn.

This is Fraser Tartan.
Were ye hand fast?

You are the son of Simon Fraser,

sworn enemy of Red Jacob.
They'll k*ll you.

[Julia] I named him William.

After my grandfather.

You have my heart and my soul.

[Colum] Ellen is gone.

Find my brother.
His skills are crucial.

Ye've jilted me?

-[flesh squelches]
-[grunts]

[grunts]

Did you not see which direction

that wretched admirer took them?

[Ellen] The Jacobite rebellion?

To ignore the call
is to face certain death.

-I will stand with you.
-Henry, you must go.

My heart is with you,
William, and Claire.

[buzzing]

[Henry groaning, grunting softly]

[grunts]

[lights buzzing]

Where am I?

The Inverness Lunatic Asylum.

I'm Dr. Perryman.

Can you confirm your name?

[groaning softly]

Henry Grant. Henry Grant.

Where's my wife?

Where's my son?

No one else was with you
when you were found.

I... oh.

No, no. No, I need to go.

No, I... I have to help them.

The straightjacket's
just a precaution.

The police sergeant
that brought you here

was worried
you might pose a danger

to yourself or to others,
but we'll see about that.

[eerie music plays]

[Henry panting]

Do you remember
how you got here, Mr. Grant?

No.

I can't stay here.

[grunts] I can't stay here.

You suffered a serious blow
to the head

-and a wound to the shoulder.
-Huh?

You were stitched up
in the infirmary,

but we'll need to keep
a close eye on you.

You're likely concussed.

Why am I here?

You were found out on the moors,
by all accounts,

looking like you just fought
at the Battle of Bannockburn

and with the attitude of
a Highland warrior as well.

You tried to force your way
out of the infirmary.

You said some worrisome things.

They had to sedate you.

That light, it's electric.

Yes.

I'm not supposed to be here.
I'm not supposed to be here.

-So you keep saying.
-[Henry] What?

-Do you know what day it is?
-Um...

[Perryman]
Or what year it is perhaps?

[gasps softly] It's, uh...





Can you tell me the name of
the current prime minister?

Stanley Baldwin. Bonar Law.

I-I don't know. I...

It's 1924...

and Ramsay MacDonald's
the prime minister.

I need to find Julia.
She's in danger.

Who is Julia?

My wife.

[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 lèèè ♪

♪ Hi a bho ♪

♪ Hoireann eile o ♪

♪ 'S tu mo run
'S tu mo ghràààdh ♪

♪ Agus m' eudail o ♪

♪

[gentle music playing]

[Henry and Julia both panting]

[Julia] I don't understand.

Why isn't it working?

[tense music playing]

[horse neighs]

[Arch Bug] Hurry!

Come on!

Go. Henry, go!

I won't leave you.

Okay.

Stay back!
Don't come any closer!

Or else what?

Ye'll harm this woman
and her child?

Just let us go, please!

I won't hurt her, I swear!

An ironclad oath
ye've sworn to us Grants.

'Tis your duty to come back

and mine to make ye.

Death is the only way out.

[dramatic music playing]

[grunts]

-[baby crying]
-[grunting]

♪

[both grunting]

[tense music playing]

[grunting]

[baby crying]

[grunts]

[groans, gasps]

[buzzing]

-[baby crying]
-[Henry grunts]

[Julia] Henry.

-[Henry mumbles]
-[whooshing]

[baby crying]

Where is he?

-Damned coward!
-[sobs]

[Arch Bug] We'll find him.

[sobbing]

[Arch Bug]
So ye're Lovat's wife, then?

[gasps]
Yeah. Yes.

[gasping]

[Arch Bug] Bloody mad
bladier's convinced himself

ye're his Julia Beauchamp.

Thinks the bairn's his too.

Well, thank God
you were able to help us.

[somber music playing]

Dinna fash.

We'll take you back
to your husband.

Thank you.

♪

Come.

[gentle folk music playing]

♪

If the lairds decide
you must go to fight...

you will come back to me.

Never doubt it.

You are mine

as I am yours.

Where else would I belong
but with ye?

And one day,
when all this has passed...

we'll have a bit o' land

and a house

filled with the life

we mean to make together.

I'd rather die
than doubt your word...

but w*r is brutal and unfair.

If w*r takes me from ye,

I will not let it take all of me.

If God wills it,

I'll give you a piece
of me to carry.

♪

[both breathing deeply]

[gasping]

[both moaning]

[tense music playing]

[dogs barking distantly]

♪

[dogs barking]

A life with you.

The Lord.

A bit o' ground to work.

[chuckles softly]
Some noisy weans.

[chuckles softly]

That'll do me well.

That's all I want.

You coming in from the fields,

and me chiding the bairns
to dust themselves off,

quieten down before dinner.

[tender music playing]

♪

Some might call that
a small life.

Let them.

It'd be ours.

There's a poetry
about you, Ellen,

but...
I don't think it's my words

that made ye fall
in love with me.

[chuckles] No.

'Tis your soul...

that speaks to mine

in a language
I think only angels understand.

♪

[Murtagh] Brian, Ellen.

There are MacKenzie men
out in the woods.

-We have to go.
-[Murtagh] Aye.

[Murtagh]
And better be quick about it.

[apprehensive music playing]

♪

They're looking for me, not you.

I'll die before
I let them take ye.

That's what I'm afraid of.

This is the path we chose,
the only life that's ours.

That was before
the crosses were lit.

You've sworn an oath
to your laird.

-You must go to him.
-To hell with my oath to him.

My oath to you
is the only oath in matters.

We must hurry.

They will k*ll both of you
if they find you,

but they willna harm me,
not MacKenzie men.

They'll take me back to Leoch.

My brothers will be angry, but...

They'll beat you, Ellen.

They might,
but you will be sleeping

with a sword and a musket
by your side no matter what.

Would you rather face
the enemy as a soldier

or run from them as a fugitive?

You're a man of honor,
Brian Fraser,

an honorable soul,

and, deep down,
you ken that above all,

that is why I love you.

Our hand fast.

Less than a year and a day
before we must marry.

You will be my wife before God.

[gentle folk music playing]

♪

Aye.

But you have a w*r to fight.

So do I.

After...

we will be together
without hindrance.

♪

'Tis for the best, man.

I canna believe he's gone.

The worst of days.

You have our sincere condolences.

-God rest his soul.
-[Ned] Aye.

[Uncle Mac]
Someone must pay for this.

That's what my clan
will be saying.

And I think that we all know
who's to blame.

And who is that,

pray tell?

A certain fickle and
stone-hearted sister of yours.

You're in grief, Mr. Grant,

as all of us are.

Let us not say anything
that we might regret.

How could Ellen
have had anything to do

with your nephew's death?

She wasna here, as well you ken.

My men are out searching
for her as we speak.

'Tis no secret that
young Mr. Grant's heart

was broken at being jilted.

I'm sure we can all
attest to the fact

that he was deep in his cups
after his sister's wedding.

Perhaps he fell.

What, on his own dirk?

A Grant laird would never
compromise his dignity

in that way over a mere lassie.

What, he's so drunk

that he loses his wits entirely,

while in this castle?

Ye think I'm a fool.

What are you accusing us of, eh?

Others have done more foolish
things in the name of love.

Aye.

Who will be laird now?

[Dougal]
Aye, my brother is right.

You have much to gain
from Young Malcolm's death.

What are you accusing me of?

You spare us this false outrage.

How dare you insult my honor!

You want to talk about honor?

The crosses are lit.
w*r is coming.

At Braemar, ye declared
yerself for the Jacobites.

Our families are united
whether we like it or not,

and we must put
our differences aside.

The Grants' declaration,
though from my lips,

was made under
my nephew's lairdship.

It was a test to see
if he would stand up to me.

A new laird would be
within his rights

to declare for the loyalists.

For the time being,
until a new laird is chosen,

that will be you.

Aye, I suppose it will.

Then I will see you
on the b*ttlefield.

If we decide to fight.

Perhaps ye'll be standing
by his lairdship's side.

[exhales sharply]

Well, for the sake
of both our clans,

I hope so.

[Ned] For the sake
of both our clans,

I think we should draw
this conversation to an end.

Aye.

And in conclusion, I think we can

all agree that your nephew's
death was a terrible tragedy.

[ominous music playing]

♪

Mistress MacKenzie, please
come back to your chamber.

Ye've had a horrible shock.

I want to see my brother.

[trembles]
They canna keep him from me.

God in heaven.

My poor Malcolm.

[Uncle Mac] Maura.

Have ye no' seen?

None of the windows
have been opened.

The clocks havena been stopped.

Why are the proper respects
no' being paid?

I'm gonna ensure
that they are, lass.

I'm gonna take him home.

Now, I'm sorry I have
to leave you so soon,

but I must.

I'll be stuck here
with the women then.

The MacKenzies will get
what they deserve,

but ye must be patient.

First, I must bury yer brother.

Promise me.

When the w*r is over,

he will have
the funeral he deserves.

Aye.

And until then, we must
pray that Mr. Bug finds

that damn bladier,

so that I may have
the legal protections

I require to lead the clan and...

ensure that I'm formally
installed as laird.

♪

Keep me abreast of
the goings-on here.

♪

[dogs barking]

[MacKenzie man]
Here! She's over here!

[MacKenzie man] Caleb! Up here!

-[MacKenzie man] Take her now!
-[MacKenzie man] Do it!

[energetic music playing]

♪

Lady Ellen.

You need look no further, Caleb.

You may take me back to Leoch.

You've repeatedly
said that your wife

and son are in danger.

Let's try and provide the police

with as much information
as possible

so they can find them.
All right?

I told you, it has to be me.

The police won't be able
to find them.

Why not?

Did you do something
to harm them?

[Henry] No, of course I didn't.

I know you think I'm mad, but...

I don't think you're
a lunatic, Mr. Grant.

I think you're a man
who has suffered immensely

and deserves every chance
at recovery.

The police

very kindly

let me hold on to this

for now

to try and convey to you the
severity of what's happened,

how badly you need help.

This was in your shoulder.

Luckily, the wound wasn't grave.

How did it get there?

What exactly do you
want me to say?

I want you to admit

you need help.

If I had to guess,

I'd say you have some

lingering shell shock,

neurosis.

It can cause delusions,

be extremely debilitating.

Nightmares. Waking nightmares.

[sobs]

I think you're living
in a fantasy

of your mind's own making.



But you weren't clashing
with the Jacobites

at the Battle of Sheriffmuir.

You were on the Western Front,


Just, none of it makes any sense.

Sometimes, we have
to tell ourselves stories

to make it all seem
a bit more palatable...

But now...

we need to separate
fact from fiction.

[soft dramatic music playing]

♪

Thank you.

It wasn't your fault, Balloch.

♪

What an ordeal
ye must have had, lass.

I'm sorry for ye, truly.

I willna lie.

Selfish though it may be,
'tis a joy to see

this wee mite's face again.

And yours.

I hope you didn't suffer
too greatly on our account,

especially since
it's all been in vain.

Dinna fash, lass.

Forgive the haste.

When he saw the horses outside,
Lovat bid me to

bring ye both to him at once.

[baby babbles]

-[knocking]
-[sighs]

My Lord, we are returned to you.

[cup clatters, shatters]

-Let me see my son.
-Are you well?

And poor dear Balloch.

I hope you weren't
too hard on him.

He was no match for that
depraved Grant man.

-Give him to me.
-Please forgive me.

I'm-I'm shaken.

He is unharmed then?

Yes, yes, but he needs his rest.

-So if you will excuse us...
-I am his father.

Davina,

mind Simon.

[baby babbles]

[Davina shushes]

[exhales, sniffles]

Did that disgusting bladier
interfere with you?

Dry your tears, my pet.

I will deign to reclaim you
as my wife.

Oh. No, I am untouched.

Oh, I'm just happy to be home.

[Lovat] My sweet rose.

I'm glad your
delicate pink petals

have not been plucked
by anyone else.

I need your fragrant bloom.

I need your warmth against me.

My lord, you have been drinking.

What did you expect?

Cursed crosses lit for w*r!

Wife and-and heir abducted!

Bastarding b*stard of a son
nowhere to be found!

Where is that bull-pizzle, Brian?

You ought to rejoice, my lord.

The seer spoke of times
such as these,

said you would emerge victorious.

Well, surely you will
go and fight.

I will need men,

although convincing them
to follow me will be a trial,

given my...

present situation.

But that is my intention, yes.

Oh, my heart skips to think

of you as a soldier,

so dashing in a bright new coat.

Let me be a dutiful wife

and help you prepare.

First, I will make you
a sobering,

warm cup of tea

to cleanse your spirit
and ease your soul.

Very well.

[tense music plays]

♪

Welcome home.

[sobbing]

Oh, lass.

Did the Grants k*ll your Henry?

Oh, thank the Lord for his mercy.

[gasps, sobs]

They chased us all the way
up to Craigh na Dun.

-To the stone circle?
-Mm.

By God's bodikins.

What?

I dare no' speak
my assumption aloud

for fear you might curse me
or take away my sight.

Davina.

You think me simple, lass,

but I've always Kent it
from the moment I saw ye.

Yer hair, unnaturally short.

Strange garb,
an odd manner of speaking,

even for a Sassenach.

Your hands as smooth as silk.

A-a servant who can read.

You ken things that
no woman should.

Ye're one of the faerie folk.

[chuckles]

Open your eyes, Davina.

[soft music plays]

♪

Please.

I am not a faerie.

A cunning woman

or a witch of some kind then.

You canna deny it.

There is something rare
and remarkable about ye.

I come from another time...

A time many years from now.

So does Henry.

[sighs]

King George V?

Yes, yes.

[chuckles, sniffles]

He is king,
in the time I come from,



'Twas such a peculiar thing
to say when first we met.

-Yeah.
-I've wondered about it often.

We came by accident

through the stones.

And we've been
trying to get back ever since

to our
beautiful daughter, Claire.

Arch Bug caught up to us
when we were trying

to pass through the stones,
and...

Henry somehow went through
without me and the baby.

I don't know how,

and I don't know why.

Davina,

she is only five years old,

and on the 20th of October,

she will turn six,

and I'm going to miss
her birthday.

How will I bear it?

How will she bear it?

I love her more than life itself.

A part of my heart...

part of my heart is missing,

and I'm afraid it always will be.

If I can't-

if I can't
get back to her, Davina...

God, please, God.

Oh, please, God,
let Henry be with her.

[grunts]

Your comfort is my priority,
Mr. Grant.

You must relax if this
is to be successful.

[Henry]
If what is to be successful?

No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What-what are these for?

Electricity is a powerful
therapeutic agent.

This is a unique opportunity.

Oh, uh...

to do-to do what, exactly?

Don't.

-You'll bite your tongue.
-Huh?

I want you to go back
in your mind

to your time as a soldier, hmm?

Think of the w*r.

-[g*nf*re]
-[grunting]

-[soldier] Keep moving!
-[g*nf*re, wind whooshing]

[gagging]

[soldier] Come on!

[explosions, g*nf*re]

[gags, retches]

[Dr. Perryman]
The human mind is complex.

We'll have to assess things
as we go.

[somber music plays]

♪

[Julia]
Oh, I'm so sorry, Henry.

I tried.

It's a triumph.

Look at this. I...

I can't take this to the service.

It's not about poppies and wire.

Remembrance Day
is about remembering.

When we do that,
we bring the boys

that we left over there
back home.

Every year,
I watch you put this on,

and I wonder.

What?

I wonder if it takes you
back there

to those memories,

if it still hurts as much.

Of course it does.

But then I see you,

and I hear Claire laughing,

and that brings me back home.

Both of you do.

You see,

when I'm with you...

everything else...

goes quiet.

[tender music playing]

♪

Henry.

[Henry] Come on.

They'll have started without us.

Claire, sweetheart. Time to go.

Can you run and fetch
your coat and hat, please?

-Mm-mm.
-What's the matter?

Floppy's lost.

Oh, Christ.

Bit of a situation.

-Floppy's gone AWOL.
-Ah. Right.

Well, is she on the chair
or by her books?

Oh, just...

you see, the next
F-L-O-P-P-Y we get,

we buy ten of the bloody things.

She'll never let us
leave without her.

[Henry] We're quite late
enough as it is.

Where's Floppy?

Oh, don't worry, my darling.

-She'll be somewhere.
-Ah.

Taking a little nap in
Mummy and Daddy's bed.

-[gasps]
-[Henry] Right.

Everyone present and correct?
Second time's the charm.

Run and get your coat,
my little love.

-[Claire giggling]
-It's time to go.

Claire?

[eerie music playing]

Time for your next treatment,
Mr. Grant.

[electricity crackling,
bed rattling]

Claire?

♪

[Claire] Daddy!

♪

Daddy!

[Claire giggling]

[whimpering]

[Perryman] On the w*r.

[device clicking,
electricity crackling]

[Henry screams] Julia!

Claire?

[screams]

[objects rattling]

[screams] Claire!

[Perryman, distorted]
Let's keep going.

[intense crackling distortion]

Ready?

Let's go.

[Henry] Something's wrong.
Something's missing.

What were you thinking about?

I don't know.

Julia. Julia.

You're using her as a shield
for your inability to cope.

You need to think
of the men in your unit...

-Julia.
-of the horrors you saw.

[groans]

Nurse Wilson,
if you'd be so kind.

-Yes, Doctor.
-Please, please!

-[screams]
-Let's increase the voltage.

[Henry, muffled] No!

-It's for your own good.
-[screaming]

No! No!

[buzzing, crackling]

[buzzing]

[buzzing]

[bed rattling]

Oh,

God be praised.

You're home.

I'm sorry, Ma.

I should think so.

I've been sick with worry.

All's forgiven
when I see yer faces.

Yer father will want to see ye.

Good luck with that.

Come.

Where in the name of all
that's holy have you been?

I'm here now, am I no'?

You'll start gathering men at
once for our military campaign.

For the Jacobites?

No, for the red-coated dogs
who gloated when my lands

and titles were taken from me.

Well, who else, lad?

Have you something to say?

Will anyone follow you

after yer scandals?

I'll make them.

I'll persuade every Fraser
man, woman, and child

that I'm their true laird,

the only one who can reverse
our clan's fortunes

and restore prosperity.

You care only about
your own prosperity.

I'll fight for ye
and for the clan

because I'm a Fraser,

and I swore an oath.

But know that's
because of the oath

I swore to you as my laird,

not out of any love
I bear for ye as a father.

[soft tense music playing]

Ye think your motives
matter to me?

You're starting to think
an awful lot of yourself, boy.

Hold on to that attitude.
You'll need it to recruit men.

Fail me, and you'll bring
dishonor to your name,

whether you love me or not.

♪

How could he have come
from my loins?

You are a born leader.

Not everyone is blessed
with the gifts

that God has given you.

Though I-I do wonder, my lord...

[sighs]

If Brian knows best
how to recruit your men,

it is such
a momentous opportunity.

It would be a shame
if the clan was weakened

by Brian's...

inexperience.

Aye.

Aye, 'tis a worry indeed.

Though I am loath
to even suggest it, my lord,

given that I have been
parted from you so recently,

you may be forced
to accompany him

to show him how a Fraser of Lovat

should properly conduct himself.

[electricity crackles]

[bell tolling]

Oh, our letters.

Hmm.

Hmm, what's this one?

A letter to an old girlfriend?

No.

No, it's worse than that.

Remember that young boy I tried
to save in Passchendaele?

-Private Charlton?
-Yes.

When he died, I, uh...

I thought perhaps I should
write to his mother myself,

tell her about his last moments,

that he was thinking of her.

But you never sent this.

[Henry]
Couldn't bring myself to.

Didn't know if it would
ease her suffering

or simply add to it.

Well,

we could send it to her now.

-After all these years?
-Yes.

It'll be like the poppies
that grew in Flanders Fields.

This...

captures a moment in time.

We don't know
how many we'll have,

so we make the best of each one,

because in each moment,

we're different than
the moment before,

hopefully for the better.
[chuckles]

[tender music playing]

♪

I love you.

♪

And I want to capture you
in this moment.

Then be with me in this moment.

♪

[thunder rumbles]

Julia?

Julia, where have you gone?

[Nurse Wilson] Enough of
that talk, Mr. Grant.

There's no one here but us.

I- I was-I was looking for you.

My uncle has taken Malcolm home.

He deserved better than this.

Aye, maybe he did.

I ken ye didn't want this
marriage any more than I did.

[Dougal] No.

But...

but here we are.

I only came to see
if you were well enough.

[pensive music playing]

♪

I will be,

in time.

♪

Then I will stay here
a while all the same.

[Nurse Wilson]
Chaplain's here

if you'd like
to talk to him, Mr. Grant.

C.

C.

C.

C.

C.

C.

That letter keeps coming to me.

And the date,
the 20th of October...

is it my wedding day, perhaps?

And the letter C.

C for cake then,

or, um, Craigh na Dun?

I heard you were found
up near there.

The nurses told me they found
a St. Anthony necklace

amongst your things.

I wondered if, uh, it might
help you to have a wee chat.

[mumbles] The letter C.

I'm Reverend Wakefield.

[Henry] C.

Do you believe in God,
Mr. Grant?

[Henry] If you think
God can help me now,

perhaps you belong in here.

[soft music playing]

Julia gave this to me.

[Wakefield] Is that your wife?

Do you know, I loved her
before I ever saw her face?

Can you believe that, Reverend?

And that sounds mad, doesn't it?

We exchanged letters in the w*r.

Now, surely, that's fate.

That must be destiny or-or God,

that two people could
find one another and-

and fall in love.

But the Lord,
He giveth and He taketh away.

Well, isn't that fortuitous

or providential even?

The doctor said I could
take down a letter for her,

if you like.

Yes, yes. Right.

You mustn't-you mustn't forget
S-W-A-K.

Ah, yes, sealed with a kiss.

-[Henry] Yes.
-How charming.

We'll pop that on the back of
the envelope when we finish...

[Henry] No, no, no, no, no, no,
write that down.

Write that down there.

That's-that's something
I need to remember.

And, uh, and put-put-put
the letter C and the date,

the date, the 20th of October.
Put that down.

-That's not today's date.
-No, it-it doesn't matter.

It's, uh...
it will all help remind me.

Um, and put the letter-

put the name-the name Julia.

Now, that's-that's-that-

underline that-
and-and the name Fraser.

Leathers, Leathers,
and, um, something.

[snaps]
Something about an insect.

What is it? Bug. Write Bug.

That's important.
I don't know why.

Um, and-and the prophecy
about the king-that's-

well, that's the reason we're
all in this mess, isn't it?

Uh, put-put that down,

he thinks my son is next in line.

[ominous music playing]

Yes. Yes.

Oh, God.

Did you get all that?

What is your wife's address?

It doesn't matter.

It would never reach her.

She's not there.

I see.

You know, they don't let me
write anything down myself,

but there are some things
that I must not forget

if I'm to get back to her.

All right.

Why don't you hold on
to this for now, then?

And we'll start fresh.

Perhaps a-a wee note to

another relative, um,
or-or a friend.

There's-there's no one else
to write to.

C. C.

The 20th of October.

Time for your rest, Mr. Grant.

[Henry] C. C.

[Wakefield]
Oh, Mrs. Graham, thank heavens.

Just what I needed.

I'll let you do it
the way you like it,

though you know I disapprove.

Aye. Cream first...

and jam on top.

[Mrs. Graham] What a mess.

I wish you'd admit that
jam first is far superior.

If you say so, Mrs. Graham.

It's bloody delicious either way.

You know, I'm glad we disagree.

It's a reminder that we are
both of sound enough mind

to make a choice and blessed
with the freedom to choose.

Can't take that for granted.

Never seen you
so sentimental over a scone.

Oh, I shouldn't talk
about it, really, but...

some of these wounded
souls in the asylum-

it's enough to break
your heart in pieces.

They're completely away
with the faeries.

And when I say that, I mean it.

There's this one chap...

they found him up
near Craigh na Dun-

believes he's come from the past.

Poor sod.

And he's desperate to go back

because he thinks
his wife's there.

[soft music playing]

To hear him talk about her,
his love for her was moving,

the stuff of fairy tales.

-[Mrs. Graham] Well...
-Don't say it.

Well, we have all
heard the stories...

folk disappearing,
men finding faerie wives.

Stories, aye.

They come from somewhere,
Reverend.

Hmm.

You'd have any man who didn't
believe in our folklore

locked up, wouldn't you?

Faeries, spirits, demons,
angels, the same thing.

We're part of
the same world, perhaps.

There are things that go
beyond our understanding,

as you well know.

Nothing wrong with
respecting the old ways.

Well, another case
of jam first, perhaps.

I just wish there was
something I could do to help.

They're in a prison twice over,
mentally and physically.

Most of them will be in there
the rest of their lives.

[tense music playing]

♪

[door clacks open]

Did you miss me, brother?

[slaps]

How dare ye

after what you have done?

Why?

Why did ye run?

Why did you leave
when you swore to me

that you would marry Malcolm?

And now he's dead.

♪

I'm sick at the sight of her.

Take her away.

The question that
you should be asking me

is why I've come back.

You'll want to hear
what I have to say.

Lock her up in the chapel.

♪

[Julia] My darling.

[baby coos]

-Do you like the flowers?
-[baby babbles]

[chuckles]

[Davina] I think that's an aye.

And so he should.

Delphiniums are his birth flower.

And your Zodiac sign is Leo.

Horoscopes are going to be
all the rage one day,

my darling.

Horoscopes?

I'm a Virgo.
Daddy is a Taurus, of course.

And your sister is a Libra.

It's a way of, uh,
trying to tell the future

by looking at the stars.

Oh.

Some things dinna change.

The seer.

Do you think she might know
anything about the stones?

[pensive music playing]

♪

More than likely, aye.

And...

if I was able to speak to her,

do you think that I could trust

that she'd be willing to help me?

We'd have to be careful,

but aye.

Maisri's seen beyond the veil.

She has talent.

♪

Maisri's paid for her services
and for good reason.

-She's rarely wrong.
-Hmm.

She did mention a lass with
dark curls and clear blue eyes.

Your wee Claire?

[Julia] She said her time
is still to come,

but-but she was wrong
about the prophecy.

[Davina] There'll be some truth
to it, one way or another,

you mark my words.

There are things
beyond our understanding,

do ye not think?

I'll believe anything if
there's enough evidence for it.

[baby babbles]

I must find a way
to summon Maisri

without Lovat finding out.

♪

[sighs] My darling.

We will move heaven and Earth
to be reunited

with Daddy and Claire.

♪

[Nurse Wilson]
Visitor for you, Mr. Grant.

I don't know you.

Should I?

I'm Reverend Wakefield's
housekeeper, Mrs. Graham.

I often bring treats to share
with folk here on his behalf.

♪

Would you like a biscuit?

I want to talk to you
about where you've been.

Why?

I don't need another person
to tell me I've lost my mind.

And what about
your wife, Mr. Grant?

Have you lost her too?

[somber music playing]

♪

I'm afraid that I'm starting to.

I don't remember
the color of her eyes

or the sound of her laugh.

Sometimes, I worry that...

she isn't even real.

♪

But...

I don't think
I could have imagined

a love like that.

Hold that in your heart,
Mr. Grant.

♪

[whispers] I believe you.

I believe you came through time.

Then you'll help me?

[dramatic folk music plays]

♪

[gulls squawking]

[kids] Nailed it.