All language subtitles for Poldark S05E02 (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)

Oi!

Oi!

Give us a penny!

CLOWANCE: Look, Jeremy.

Mama, why are there so many soldiers?

' Hey-A
- Papa!

Thank you, sir.

We have guests.

Here he is...

- The root of all evil.
- The devil incarnate.

At your service, ma'am.

- I'm afraid you have a houseful.
- Yes, I can see that.

- What's the name of this soldier?
- Jeremy.

Pleased to meet you, Jeremy.

What are you reading?

Poetry?

Romance?

The Vindication Of The Rights of Woman?

What rights could a girl possibly want

that a well-connected husband
could not supply?

Mrs Wollstonecraft touches on that subject,
Papa. Perhaps you should read her.

I have no time to waste on reading
the ravings of an educated woman.

And soon, I hope, nor will you.

George Warleggan has been invited to call.

Will you join us?

- Tomorrow, he will be Sir George Warleggan.
- May I defer that pleasure?

There will be a reckoning when I discover
who is responsible for my disgrace.

Do nothing in haste.
They've no evidence of treachery.

Cos none exists.

But evidence of loyalty to present
to those who can influence the matter

and restore you to your post,
that I'm keen to procure.

Do you know anyone
who could speak in your favour?

Bannantine, my secretary.

But I've no notion of where he went
after I was recalled.

I'll make enquires.

He could help us discover
who falsely accused you.

My money's on that bastard Hanson.

But he alone could not have had me recalled.
Someone here...

...with vested interests and no mean powers

and connections,
even up to the mad King himself,

must have done that.

But they'll pay for it.

These areas here, here, here and here

have yielded riches beyond measure
for upwards of 30 years.

But now demand outstrips supply,

so there is a need to push to regions
more remote.

Extraction thus more difficult.

More labour thus required.

Slave labour.

Would that be a concern?

Why would it?

Now, one is naturally reluctant
to invite new investors

to take a slice of the pie.

But new investment being required
and the rewards being bountiful...

All parties win.

I have never heard of the man Bannantine.

Bannanfine?

I have no idea where he might be.

Hm, no.

I've heard no word of Bannantine in months.

(He sighs)

It would appear that Bannantine
has vanished.

NED: Why is it taking so long?

KITTY: Ned, you need to have patience.

A veritable Nelson.

And all on credit.

As will be my training,

unless I can secure a wealthy benefactor.

Perhaps you could sell your charms
to an elderly duchess.

A good thought.
Do you know of any?

Oh, Vauxhall is threshing with them.

You should try your luck tonight.

(Miss Bugle coughs pointedly)

CARY". You seem quite yourself again.

Why would you think otherwise?

Because, in the days before our departure,
you appeared a little disordered...

...with talk of Elizabeth.

Yes?

As if she was still with us.

Are you sure it's not you who is disordered?

(Baby cries)

When will Papa return?

(Baby continues to cry)

(Crying continues)

I seen Morwenna by the quay.

Is there news?

What manner of news?

She looked so delicate and pale,
I thought maybe there was...

- What?
- A child coming.

Oh.

Not unless it's a fairy child.

She'd akeep her distance still?

She's yet so broken.

And may never mend.

(She hums)

Right, lmpudence, get up
and whitewash yon wall 'ee burnt.

And wipe that smirk off
before this besom do.

I can't help it, missus.

Thinking how I'd take a strap to 'ee
were I mistress here.

Thee?

Mistress here?

Stranger things have happ'd.

(She resumes humming)

No-one can tell me where Bannantine is,
but there is someone I think we should meet.

The King declines to intervene
on my behalf.

While I sit caged in a lodging house,
twiddling my thumbs.

Put them to use, then.

Tomorrow we have an appointment
with Joseph Merceron.

- And tonight we promenade.
- Thank you, no.

Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens
hold few attractions for me.

Does Kitty not deserve
a night on the town?

- If she's anything like my wife...
- Which she is.

Were you not all set to marry
some Irish countess after the war?

And you some Cornish heiress.

She preferred my cousin.

Lucky for you.

Do you think we made the right choices?

Yes.

But not the easy ones.

MAN: Where did he pick that up?

Tasty.

Why do they look at her so?
Do they think she's...?

- A courtesan.
- What?!

Dear Lord, Ross, how dare they?

WOMAN: Is that Despard!

MAN: Shame on you.

Shame on you, Despard!
Shame!

WOMAN: Traitor!

Colonel Despard...

Mr Hanson.

Of the Mosquito Shore Mahogany Company.

Now returned to English soil.

You remember my wife...

...Catherine.

Brave of you to venture out, ma'am,
in view of your husband's fall from grace.

But then, perhaps you're not...

...unfamiliar with contempt.

You'll be familiar with my fist
if you don't apologise to my wife.

Ned, I'm sure Mr Hanson meant no offence.

I can assure you, none was taken.

As ever,
we are redeemed by the fairer sex.

Oh, I think it will take a lot more than that...

...to redeem you, sir.

Ma'am.

Shall we...?

You go crawl back under your stone, Hanson!

- Ha!
- Rest assured, you'll be made to pay!

Ned, be calm.

Come away now.
It's time we go.

She's a better woman than I.
I'd have let him crown the man.

- I would have helped.
- How does that serve his cause?

Dwight...

In fairness,
the man was to blame for his demise.

- Ned's agreed to take me home now.
- I think Kitty would feel safer indoors.

Then we'll all go.

No, please, we'd prefer to have time
by ourselves.

Of course, my dear.

CAROLINE: And this is our new century?

Cecily...

(They both chuckle)

Did I not say you'd be spoilt for choice?

The Honourable Miss DeVere.
Countess Hathersage.

The more frightful the specimen,
the better your chances.

I'm flattered.

(They laugh)

And you?
Seen anyone to your liking?

No-one of whom Papa would approve.

You have no choice in the matter?

Did your mama choose her mate?

- I suspect she was somewhat directed.
- And mine.

And it cost her.

All the more reason
for you to be mistress of your fate.

- Tell that to Papa.
- I shall, if I ever meet him.

Now's your chance.

He's over there.

Go on, I dare you.

Very well.

- What are you doing?
- Er...

Miss Hanson dared me to tell her papa
she should marry as she chooses.

Miss Hanson's papa is not one
to take advice.

- You know him?
- I know he's a man you should avoid.

- But...
- Just trust me.

DEMELZA". So what's to be done for Ned?

ROSS". My hope is on Joseph Merceron.

(He bangs his head)

(They both giggle)

- Gentlemen.
- Mr Merceron.

You wished to see me.

Please...

In my capacity as patron
of our local charities?

No, sir. As the magistrate who presided over
Colonel Despard's hearing.

And his subsequent unlawful detention.

At the time of the hearing, was there ever
mention of a man named Bannantine?

Bannanfine?

My secretary in Honduras.

We believe he's been in London
for some time

and wondered why he was not called upon
to give evidence in his master's defence.

Now I recall. The man was indeed sought,
but could not be found.

His testimony could have made
all the difference

in fully restoring my reputation
and enabling me to return to my post.

- Is that your intention?
- Why, man, what else would it be?

This conspiracy has robbed me
of my name and my position

- and I want them restored!
- Colonel...

It's my right!

And I'll not rest till it's been granted.

Well, gentlemen, if I can be of any assistance
in your search for Mr Bannantine...

We'd be most grateful.

Should you yourself discover him,
please do let me know.

Of course.

- Well, I wish you luck, Colonel.
- Huh!

I'm a little out of practice.

You were never up to my standard.

Somebody must fight you,
if only to prevent you fighting all the world.

Joseph Merceron was trying to help.

I suppose I should thank you.

- But what help can he bring?
- I know you cannot bear inaction.

Or favours.

Or not being permitted
to fight your own battles.

- I scarce know what those battle are.
- I'll tell you when they're won.

How can one win
against an invisible enemy?

- Enough, enough.
- Sir.

ELIZABETH'S VOICE:
Would you like me to do that, my dear?

After all...

...it would not do to be late for the King

when one is receiving a knighthood.

Ladies, gentlemen...

...fellow members
of the Royal College of Surgeons,

may I welcome you to this lecture
in which I will attempt to articulate

my own, perhaps controversial, views
of the causes and treatments of insanity?

DWIGHT: I have come to consider insanity
not as a moral failing...

...nor an inherited one.

But an affliction
which may happen to the best of us.

I am, of course, aware of the plethora
of conventional treatments, many and varied,

but alike in their brutality
and lack of humanity.

MAN: Ah!

Sir, are you suggesting that the mad man,
or woman, does not benefit from a firm hand?

From my own observation and experience,
I suggest that patience and simple kindness

can yield equal, if not better, results.

(Mutterings of disagreement)

But what of the man who attempted
to assassinate His Majesty?

I do not know his history, ma'am, but...

He is a soldier, sir,

who sustained severe sabre wounds
to the head in the service of the King.

I'm no lawyer, but I venture to suggest

that a man who has been bludgeoned
across the skull

might not be entirely of sound mind.

And if he's not of sound mind,

how can he be held accountable
for his actions?

Oh, come now!

The man was an assassin!

What you say intrigues me, sir.

- And you are?
- Thomas Erskine.

Lawyer.

I will prove that the world is fit
to receive the lamb. I will prove it.

DWIGHT: Is this agitation usual for him?

ERSKINE: Countless testimonies say so.

There is no other way.
I alone was chosen.

I alone could herald
the second coming of the Lord.

Remind me,
the legal definition of insanity...?

The defendant must be lost to all sense,

incapable of forming a judgment
upon the consequences of the act

he is about to commit.

And his careful planning of the assassination,
the purchasing of pistols,

the lucid reasons given in advance,
all seem to contradict such a claim.

Is it too much to ask,

would you consider taking the stand
in his defence?

May I examine Mr Hadfield?

Of course.

Butter, please, Jeremy.

Oh...!

- Clumsy!
- It's so squashed in here.

I think perhaps we should think about
other lodgings.

Absolutely not.
Demelza enjoys a crush.

When you've lived in one room
with a father and six brothers,

- anything is spacious.
- (Knock on the door)

Thank you, sir.

I must go out.

- I'll come with you. I need the air.
- No, no, it's a private matter.

I won't be long.

Mr Bannantine?

Ross Poldark.

How did you know I was seeking you?

I have friends who frequent certain inns,

make it their business to see
and not be seen.

(Pots clatter)

As I have made it my business.

So, you know that Ned,

Colonel Despard,
has lately been released?

Will you tell him it was not indifference

- which kept me away from his hearing?
- Of course, but...

And if there's anything
I can now do to make amends.

There is.

Ned is free, but...

...there was no trial,

so there's still a cloud
that hangs over his reputation.

I was hoping you could help me dispel it.

When Ned was Governor in Honduras,

as his secretary, you would have observed
him at close quarters.

These accusations against him,
acting against the interests of the Crown,

I'm assuming they were without foundation.

Utterly.

- So what prompted them?
- Well, the Colonel could be challenging.

But his opposition to slavery.

Housing, feeding, educating,
allocating land to slaves.

Marrying one.

The old colonists' and planters'
worst nightmare.

Undermines the entire structure
on which their fortunes were founded.

Would you be willing to testify to this?

Do you have any idea who Hanson's
associates are here in London?

You must be aware, sir...

...that the vested interests which have
conspired to crucify our friend,

if I, or you, attempted to go against them...

...you've no idea what they're capable of.

So, a wasted journey?

What he told me would vindicate Ned.
But...

...he'll never set it down
for fear of reprisals.

Will you tell Ned?

What would be the point?

Perhaps it's for the best.

If such forces do exist...

...is it not wise to avoid them?

Ross...

That man who bid you to spy for him...

Wickham?

If naught's been heard,
perhaps he's forgot you.

I seriously doubt it, Demelza.

All the more reason
for you to keep your head down.

Keep clear of Ned's battles
and go about your business.

My business is Ned.

I'm in his debt.
You know that.

What can you do for him?

This is information which would clear
Ned Despard's name.

I cannot get Bannantine to set it down,

but what he reports points to a conspiracy
at the highest level

to silence and defame.

The highest level?

- Which you would do well to avoid.
- But when a man's reputation is at stake...

Need I remind you, Captain,
of our present crisis?

A populace on the verge of a revolt
every bit as bloody as that of France.

- Mob violence.
- But Ned is not...

- Attempts on the King's life...
- Ned is not part of this violence.

It could be argued
he's part of a radical tide

which is threatening to swamp the nation.

Who says so? Those whose greed
and corruption he threatened to expose?

You'll forgive me, Captain.

The Crown, and I,
have more pressing matters to attend to.

Not least of which is your friend Dr Enys
agreeing to take the stand for James Hadfield.

(Door closes)

Good day.

See?

Not everyone's as vile
as they were at Vauxhall.

That's because they think I'm your maid.

I told you.

- I am invincible.
- Nephew...?

Aunt Demelza!

Er...

May I introduce Miss Hanson?

- Ralph Hanson's daughter?
- My Aunt Demelza.

We escaped my chaperone.

- You won't tell on us?
- Of course not.

Aunt Demelza's a regular sport.

In truth, I feel a little uneasy.

Without your parents' permission.

My mother's dead
and I care not what my father thinks.

Yet, I think he'd not care
to have you gallivanting about together.

We're but common acquaintances.

Uncommon acquaintances.

- Will you not be our trusted friend?
- We'd esteem it the greatest favour.

Very well.

- But be discreet.
- Thank you.

You're the best of aunts.

Another game?

(Twig snaps)

Are you sure you're not wishing
we had the place to ourselves?

No.

Husk

I keep thinking someone's watching us.

I know you'll say it's just my imagination
and why would anyone wish to follow us.

It's not as if I have any proof.
I just...

I know I'm being foolish.

Perhaps I should not have asked you here.

- Are you wishing me gone already?
- No!

I'm wishing London were not so strange
and full of shadows.

And is Cornwall not so, too?

Indeed, is anywhere truly free
of those who wish us ill?

And we do not even know who they are.

Then let us hold fast
to those we know we can trust.

Then hold fast to me, my love.

(Dog growls)

I know who it belong to.
But I think it suit me better.

(Dog growls)

And it's maybe not the only thing of hers
sit better on me.

(D09 barks)

(Barking continues)

What do 'ee have in that knapsack,
Samuel Came?

A slice of my heavy cake?

Back to your hoeing, Miss lmpudent.

Maybe we two should hoe together.

Get off...now!

? There was an old couple
And they were poor.

? They lived in a house with only one door

? Oh, what a poor couple were they
Were they

? What a poor couple...

(She gasps)

Is that...

...Valentine?

- Valentine...?
- Morwenna!

Are you alone?

Is your maid not with you?

- I escaped.
- What would your papa say?

He's gone.

- Where?
- To find Mama.

But, sweetheart...

...your mama, she...

Went away.
Yes.

And Papa told me he'd bring her back.

'$33

I don't think he can have meant that,
my love.

He did!

He promised me.
He will bring her back.

MAID: Master Valentine!

Where have you been?

In the words of the Governor,
Colonel Edward Despard,

man's inhumanity to man

manifests in its worst form
in the obscenity which is the slave trade.

- (Shouts of disagreement)
- Order!

Arguments in favour of slavery
are abominable

in the ingenuities of their twisted reasoning.

Colonel Despard has been alone

in his attempts to ease the plight
of these men and women.

And how long?

How long will we turn a blind eye
to the suffering of these poor souls?

(Shouts of disagreement)

Order!

This came for you.

"Against my betterjudgment,
I have done as you asked.

"Do not entreat me further."

Bannanfine?

Ross, it says Ned was
"faultless in his duty, devoted to his workers

"fiercely loyal to the Crown".

- Do it name Ned's accusers?
- He said he dared not.

Then what can you do with it?

Take it to Joseph Merceron.

As presiding magistrate,

he might have means to make
a public exoneration of Ned's character.

Ross...

...is it wise to take up Ned's cause so publicly
with magistrates and the like?

And Ned being so fiery.

- He's not a man to hold his tongue.
- Perhaps...

...there is a better way.

What?

I will return later.

- Are you certain?
- I am resolved.

The establishment will not thank you.

Mr Hadfield's wellbeing is my concern,
not spurious notions of justice.

"Colonel Edward Despard,
True And Impartial Account."

And what will you do with them?

Circulate them amongst MPs
I deem sympathetic to Ned's cause.

Not that there are many.

But...

...I must begin somewhere.

Ned, Dwight is due to take the stand.

NED: This will put the cat
amongst the pigeons.

(Door closes)

Dr Dwight Enys to the stand.

My Lord...

...we have heard the defendant plead
not guilty on the grounds of insanity.

But how do we define insanity?

As one who has treated many such cases,

I have observed
that the true character of insanity

is not wild frenzy or raving madness...

...but delusion.

I suggest, therefore, that if a man's
accountability rests upon his reason...

...then the loss of that reason
renders him not accountable.

(The gallery mutters)

Order...

James wrote this?

Ross had them printed.

He means to circulate them
amongst a few sympathetic MPs.

But...l have a better idea.

The defendant served with
the Duke of York's bodyguard

at the Battle of Tourcoing,

where he sustained eight sabre blows
to the head,

four of which are sufficient to cause
permanent and irreversible brain damage.

It cannot escape the court
that these injuries,

which have deprived the defendant
of his reason,

were sustained
in the service of the Crown itself.

- (Muttering from the gallery)
- Order!

Sir...

Sir...
Thank you very much.

I have spoken with fellow officers,
who attest to the bravery and loyalty

of the defendant prior to his injuries.

His sisters confirmed
this marked transformation.

His landlady...

- Are there many more examples?
- Yes, My Lord.

At least 30 more have testified
in the same vein.

Since it can no longer be doubted that,
at the time the act was committed,

the defendant was not of sound mind,

the court has no option but to halt the trial
and acquit the defendant...

- (Shouts of protest)
- ..on the grounds of insanity.

Thank you, My Lord.

He is...

He...

He is, however, an extremely dangerous
member of society,

who, for his own sake,
must not be discharged.

All rise.

If he's not to be released,
does that mean committal to an institution?

Bedlam, I imagine.

Then I'm sorry I intervened.

Execution would have been kinder.

Bannantine came forward, sir.
He agreed to share his evidence.

Did he indeed?

Are you convinced by its veracity?

Utterly.

Do you think I should doubt it?

Well, in these uncertain times,
shouldn't we doubt everyone?

Ralph Hanson and George Warleggan,
what could they possibly have in common?

Perhaps I should give them one of these.

But this is tremendous.

Where did y0u...?

- Is Bannantine in London?
- Come with me.

We'll see if this has the effect I intended.

Gentlemen...

May I beg your indulgence
and ask you to read these pamphlets?

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Mr Burdett, I believe this subject
will find sympathy with you, sir.

Good day to you.

Sir George!

I observed you with Ralph Hanson.
A new business venture?

George, I wonder...

Geoffrey Charles is resolved
to serve his country as an officer,

but that he cannot do
without sufficient means.

I believe we've exhausted this subject.
Why would I wish to revisit it?

Because we both know
it's what his mother would want.

Oh...

We both know, do we?

What do you know of my wife?
You were nothing to her.

An irrelevance.

And to me.

So that night, when you said,

"See what we have brought her to."

What did you mean?

That we...

...had been the death of her.

Between your inability to let her go,

and my unfounded suspicions,

we hounded her to an early grave.

I take my share of the blame.
Take yours.

(He sniffs)

Ambushed!

Tears...

Most unbecoming in a cadet.

Your mama...

...I expect she was adorable.

Would you like to see her picture?

A beauty.

Of course.

How else would her son be Adonis?

(They both chuckle)

I'd almost forgot how to laugh.

For months, I've had no humour.

No company...

...no purpose.

What if I make it my mission
to entertain you?

Then I should do the like for you.

Are we not both motherless pups
in need of diversion?

(They both laugh)

Lord, what are we to do?

Please, don't tell me
they've formed an attachment.

It will not end well, I fear.

So we nip this in the bud,
return to Cornwall

and take Geoffrey Charles with us?

It will at least keep him away
from that odious man Ralph Hanson.

I pity his daughter.

Mm.

A momentous day.

When our empire spreads
beyond these shores

to the very edges of the New World.

Have you read this travesty?

I glanced at it.

It defames, without cause,

certain persons, not by name,
but by implication,

which could endanger
their interests in Honduras.

And ours?

- Regrettably.
- Can anything be done?

Well, the obvious route
is to discredit Despard.

Along with his friend Poldark.

Ross?

Interesting.
How?

In the present climate, not difficult.

What the Crown fears above all else
is revolution.

Now, Poldark was present
when Hadfield tried to kill the King.

- But intervened to prevent it.
- Did he?

Or was he merely there to cover up
his own involvement?

Then, note how his friend Enys
helped to free the assassin.

Well, the connections
are somewhat tenuous.

Ah...

But cleverly managed,
they could create the impression...

...of a conspiracy.

Poldark, Despard, Enys,

three men with known Jacobin sympathies...

Could be seen as hostile to the Crown.

Precisely, Sir George.

But...

...to more pleasant matters.

ELIZABETH'S VOICE:
Are you sure, George?

Is this really what you wish?

Is it what I wish?

- What?
- The investment is high.

But, so I'm told, are the rewards.

ELIZABETH: Oh, the rewards.

Rewards are never guaranteed.

And how well do you know this man?
Can he be trusted?

Can he be trusted?

CARY: Nephew...?

My uncle will say we have proceeded
with all care and due diligence.

Of whom are we speaking?

But is this something
Ross would entertain?

Do I care what Ross would entertain?
Have I not a mind of my own?

Sir, I beg your indulgence,

but I cannot allow my nephew
to sign this document.

What?!

Not being sufficiently confident
of the merits of the deal.

Sir, I assure you...

Sir George and I will confer
and report our decision in due course.

Good day to you, sir.

- Do we dine at home tonight?
- CARY: The Golden Hind at Bedfont.

We must hurry if we're to reach
Trenwith by Sunday.

We're going to Trenwith?

Ha!
Is this not good news, my dear?

(He chuckles)

Thank you for your kind words.

Well done, Colonel.
A true patriot.

We seem to be very popular here today.

ROSS: Mission accomplished.
NED: And tomorrow Honduras.

Well, my dears, let the gentlemen
have their small victories.

For today it was we ladies
who made the difference.

I leave tomorrow.
My credit's run out.

Returning to Cornwall?

How dismal.

- Will you miss me?
- Not in the least.

Nor I you.

DEMELZA:
So, the pamphlets were a triumph.

And there was I thinking
you might not approve.

Well, in truth,
I was not altogether convinced.

And then I bethought me...

...what is a marriage
if we stand not together?

Must I not trust your judgment,
as you must trust mine?

I admit, even I did not dare to hope
for such a rapid and widespread response.

Mm, yes. Well...

...I may have had a hand in that.

Oh?

I may have given out a few pamphlets
at Hyde Park.

And encouraged Kitty and Caroline
to do the like.

Did I do wrong?

Ross, I only thought that the more folk
who know the truth, the better.

Yes, but...

...a discreet circulation
to sympathetic colleagues is one thing.

A wholesale papering of all of London, it...

What?

It does leave the Government
with nowhere to hide.

Do it need to hide?

Ought it to?

You're right, my love.

It deserves to be exposed.

And whatever consequences
there may be...

Will there be?

Probably not.

- (Knock on door)
- Come.

You wished to see me.

So Ned Despard has been repositioned
as the heroic victim of a vile conspiracy.

He is the victim of a vile conspiracy.

Take care
you do not become embroiled in one.

L'?

Since your reconnection with Despard, you've
begun to associate with other Jacobins.

Despard's wife.

- The assassin who tried to kill the King.
- The man I disarmed?

And now your friend Enys
is the scourge of the Attorney General.

In isolation,
these connections would not be troubling.

Put them together
and a pattern emerges.

I've done nothing to merit mistrust
of any kind.

Except for this...

Had you been patient,
Despard may have returned to his post.

Your intervention has done the very thing
the Government wished to avoid.

It's drawn attention
to an unfortunate situation.

A miscarriage of justice.

Which has embarrassed the Crown
and its Ministers.

Now the Crown requires you
to make amends.

At least they do not specifically name me.

Though, anyone familiar with my methods
would guess at its target.

But Despard could not know for certain
who led the campaign for his recall.

Bannantine should pay for this treachery.

Spy on Ned and Kitty?

Can you refuse?

I can remove us from this place
and take us all to Cornwall.

- Will you tell Ned what you've been asked?
- No. Why would I?

I've no intention of doing it.

- Dear Lord, Ross...
- We're going home. Are you not glad?

Of course. But like this?
Under such threat?

There'll be no threat
once we're in Cornwall.

Cecily, I have a journey to make.

I'm leaving for Cornwall.

You will accompany me.

Pray, do not trouble me
with your objections.

I would not dream of it, Papa.

Hm...

ROSS: A few weeks of Cornish air
will do us all a power of good.

Ah, Valentine!

Look who I've brought home with me.

(He chuckles)

When I saw 'ee that day...

...with young Valentine.

Seeing 'ee comfort and talk to him...

...made me desire to have 'ee comfort and talk
to a child of our own.

Drake...

And maybe...

...that day will never come.

But dare we not hope?

If something is broken beyond recall...

But is it?

Truly?

Beyond recall?

JEREMY: Mama, I'm starving.

Yes.
So you've said, my love.

Every five minutes since we left Plymouth.

Shall I see if they have any cake
while the horses are changed?

Go and sit down there.

Miss Hanson!

What a welcome surprise.

Easy bOV-

Let's not treat our fellow diners
to displays of martial arts.

No, indeed.

A cup of tea would be far less distracting.

Are you staying in Truro, sir?

Yes, I am.

Well, perhaps you'd appreciate
some reading matter for the evening.

(He scoffs and then laughs)

Cecily, go to your room.

Yes, Papa.

"A True And Honest Account
by James Bannantine."

(Footsteps approach)

Mr Bannantine?

Is she here?

She said she'd be here.
She promised.

Sit, nephew.
Take some refreshment.

But where is she?

Shefl,en"
She'll be here presently.

- But she did say so?
- Yes. She said so.

Ah...

There she is.

- My dear, would you take a little port?
- ELIZABETH: Thank you, my dear.

How good it is to be home again.

(He pours a drink)

Papa!
Wait for me!

Careful.

- These poor slaves...
- I can't imagine.

Are you happy now?

And our feet back on Cornish soil.

All's right in the world.

DEMELZA: London cannot touch us.

ROSS: No.

It cannot.

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