All language subtitles for Poldark S05E04 (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)

So, having been at Westminster
two months...

But I am an MP.

Leaving Despard behind in Cornwall.

He was disinclined to share
Bannantine's fate.

As you seem disinclined
to carry out the task I assigned you.

There's nothing to report.
Ned is law-abiding, uncomplaining.

His only wish is to return to Honduras
and serve his country.

Is there really no way
that can be managed?

There might be.

If he behaves himself
until Parliament resumes.

He will.

And if he did not,
you would, of course, inform me.

I assure you, sir, he's a changed man.

I hope you are right.

I wish you a speedy return to Cornwall.

Good day.

GEOFFREY CHARLES".
Sweet Cornish air. How I welcome it.

At Marlow,
my billet stinks of boot polish and feet.

DRIVER: Whoa!

- I thank you.
- Miss Hanson.

Gentlemen, an unexpected encounter.

Good evening.

DRIVER: Ya!

- Have you been in London?
- No.

An odious place.
Bristol.

On shipping matters, no doubt.

The usual cargo?

Those of us with an unsentimental view
of the trade see it for what it is.

A necessary means to a desirable end.

So what brings you to Truro again?

Do you expect to find slaves here?

What would you call the poor devils
who work in your mines?

Well paid.

Valued.

Respected.

Free.

Hm.

How are the Colonel and Mrs Despard?

Planning their return to Honduras, I trust.

Is that on the cards?

Very much so.

GEORGE: Why?

Why?

Why is she not here?

Why? Why?

Why is she not here?

Where is she?

When will she come?

Oh, where is my Elizabeth?

Is this not a welcome sight!

Let me look at you.

Oh, Lord, Ross,
these absences try me hard.

Well, now you have a brace of Poldarks
to make up for it.

Aunt Demelza.

How are our guests?

Oh, Kitty seem a little subdued.

- And Ned?
- Welcome home, friend.

You have a reception committee.

L9iVe you...

...six households in Sawle
evicted for non-payment of rent.

All former workers at Wheal Plenty.

Scurvy and grambler
and no fresh fruit to be had.

And all the poor relief in Cornwall
cannot get a fixed price for grain.

No change there.

Forgive me,
I must beg your indulgence awhile.

You're disaffected I know,

but if you give me your names
and grievances,

I'll make it my business to attend to them.

- There you are, sir.
- Is the world set to rights?

Not yet.

But I've given out that, from noon tomorrow,

anyone with a complaint
should seek me here.

A member who listens to his constituents?

That's a novel idea!

Do you think George'll do the like?

If George won't go to the people,

perhaps the people
should hunt him down.

Sl�inte!

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
It's a wishing well.

You put your hand into the water,

close your eyes,

say, "Father, Son and Holy Ghost."

- And then your wish is granted.
- Let's test your theory.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

- Guess what I wished for.
- No, you mustn't tell.

For then it won't come true.

I'm ravenous.
Shall we go to Nampara?

GEORGE: Why is she not here?

It's so unlike her!

But we have things to discuss.
She knows her opinion is essential to me.

Let the grounds be searched,
let her be found and brought back.

I cannot go forward without her.
There's no point.

No sense.

No reason. No cause.

Why do you delay?
Go and find her!

Find her!

My wish came true.
I wished for cake.

- You never question why she's here?
- Is it not obvious?

Or convenient. The daughter of the man
who had Bannantine killed.

We do not know of his involvement.

But we know he's connected.

So now here she is, in our midst.

- Talk about the sins of the fathers.
- Yes, let's do so.

For those sins have not been paid for.
When will he be held to account?

When your return to Honduras
has been secured.

- If ever, that is.
- As I've told you...

- ...I'm assured it's only a matter of time.
- Do you truly believe it?

I do.

Oh, to think of it, to be home at last.

With a sense of purpose.

Here, have some.

No, my love.
I've no appetite.

- You're wasting away.
- No.

(She gasps)

(They all chuckle)

I didn't want it anyway.

- I missed you, Papa.
- Oh...

And I you, m3' b0)'-

(George sobs)

Come on, then...

(George continues to sob)

Good day, children.

ALL: Good day, Mrs Came.

Won't you come in?

Good day, Hanna.

It is a fine thing for them
to be learning together,

instead of singly, as Master Geoffrey did.

And John Conan.

Lady Whitworth will not have him mix
with other children,

better to preserve the Whitworth rank.

Today, my dears,
we'll be learning about trees.

I'll be an hour or two at most.

You hope.

I called to see how Kitty is.

- Not fond of physicians.
- Even friendly ones?

They especially.

Tess...

My wife has a generous heart

and chooses to see the best in people.

An admirable quality,
which I do not possess.

So let me advise you,

if you value your tenure here...

Oh, I do, sir.

So, give her no cause to regret it,
or you'll answer to me.

You're very kind,
but I often suffer with these little malaises.

I just sit quiet and let them pass.

And do they?

Always.

I had six patients in Sawle,
then I called at Nampara.

- Is someone sick?
- Kitty.

- Though she denies it.
- To what purpose?

The mistaken belief
that she must be strong.

- She, like anyone, has frailties.
- Oh...

A woman of her intelligence and spirit,

condemned to servitude
till Ned took her as his equal.

And then, to be thrust into society,
which is so quick to judge,

so harsh and unforgiving.

L pity her.

Almost as much as you admire her.

She's faced many hurdles
with grace and fortitude.

Who would fail to admire her?

Thank you.

I must go out again.

Well, Horace,
I fear you and I are too frivolous.

We live a life unencumbered by struggle.

And Dr Enys admires struggle.

How can we hope to compete?

Blessed Lord, we pray for the folk
and the livelihoods

lately lost in the mine disaster.

May Wheal Plenty rise again

that it may give us means to build our school
and prosper once more.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

There you go, as promised.

Bless you again for saving our Billy.

Our rescue heroics aside,

your poor relief won't suffice
to let these people survive.

Have the Warleggans offered
to help us yet?

It's only a matter of timing.

Here, that'll keep you warm.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, I will take over Sir George's case.

On one condition.

I must be given free rein.

But Dr Penrose insisted...

Dr Penrose's methods were primitive
in the extreme.

His aim was to break Sir George.
Mine is to mend him.

And to that end,
I insist upon no locked doors,

plenty of fresh air, sunlight,
wholesome food...

...and company.

Sir George has taken refuge
in a world of shadows.

He needs to learn
that it is safe to return to this one.

I need hardly remind you,
your absolute discretion is...

ls assured, sir.

By my oath as a physician
and as a gentleman.

The Colonel say the wealthy
should be held to account.

The Colonel can be over-hasty.
I'll do what I can for you.

- Thank you very much, Mr Stevens.
- Not at all.

- It's the price of grain.
- I've made a note.

- Sam and Rosina...
- Do 'ee like the notion?

I like any addition to the family.

It's the only one you're likely to get.

Morvvenna keeps her distance still?

Sometimes I think she's afeared.

Not of love itself.

- The consequence.
- A child?

Even one born of violation.

Can a mother truly forget a son
she birthed?

She had no choice
but to give up John Conan.

The head might say so.

But the heart...?

Mr Ralph Hanson
and Miss Cecily Hanson.

What an unexpected pleasure
to see you both.

My nephew is much taken up
with matters of business.

So, er, forgive him
if he seems a thought distracted.

Well, I'm most keen to conclude
our venture ahead of any competition.

I never knew a man to be so absorbed
in business matters.

Well, not necessarily a fault.

How long ago
did Sir George lose his wife?

A year.

- He must feel the loss keenly.
- Yes.

And no.

His, er...

...finer feelings mourn her passing.

But, er, now he looks to the future.

Mm.

- And a new wife.
- Oh?

I'm happy for him.

Do you know the lady?

Yes, I do.

Nay, but do folk here abouts not despair

that the day'll never come when justice
serves the commons as well as the rich?

Injustice is not restricted to the poor,
believe me.

But, yes, they feel it more keenly
and should be championed.

In words or deeds?

For can change ever come
through words alone?

- If there are ears to hear...
- But otherwise...deeds.

And sometimes violent ones.

That should only be used as a last resort.
But...

- ...sometimes it is a necessary evil.
- Ned...

- A moment.
- Excuse me.

Have a care.
You may be taken at your word.

Have you forgot where we are?

This is not London.

Do you suppose there are spies here?

I think it's wise to assume they're everywhere.
Let's be gone.

I see us go the way of the French.

The commons arise
and bring the betters down.

Reckon I best be getting back to Mistress
Hoity-Toity High-And-Mighty Poldark.

Don't 'ee be giving the squinny eye,
mister.

Are you acquainted with the Poldarks
and Despards?

What if I am?

Would you like a glass of port?

So...

...Ned Despard must be the new Messiah
after the mine rescue.

All the rags and tatters flock to him.

Hold him in as high regard
as they hold the Warleggans in contempt.

- But the people will surely rise soon.
- (Money bag jangles)

I may have a task for you.

Well...

...I thought you'd like to know
that my father's chosen me a husband.

Excellent!

Who is the fortunate soul?

- I believe you're acquainted.
- Name of?

Warleggan, George.

Excellent jest.

Why, is he a comical man?

You cannot mean it.

You cannot.

He would not love you.

Love me?
What has love to do with anything?

It has everything to do...

Surely you must see,
you cannot marry him!

- Who must I marry, then?
- Me!

Marry me.
I love you. I...

I love you.

Why would you say that?

Why would you ruin our friendship?

Halt!
Who goes there?

Friend or foe?

Er, friend.

Advance, friend, and be recognised.

- Are you out here alone?
- Yes.

What would your father say
if he were home?

He is home.

Ask George to sell you Wheal Plenty?

He'll likely refuse, but at least I can try.

And what of your complainants?
What do they seek?

Work, means...

...justice, hope.

What struck me afresh was just how...

...ill-equipped they are to deal
with such blows.

Unskilled, uneducated.

Our school could remedy that,

were it not so small and served so few.

Ned agrees with me.

- Where is he?
- Oh, he's gone straight to bed.

He was, er, somewhat tipsy.

And somewhat free
with his tongue today.

Truro is not London,
and no-one here will report him, but...

- He should be on his guard.
- As I've told him.

Do you think he listened?

If he's anything like you...

Apple pie.

Has the mystery sufferer
summoned you again?

My love,
you know I cannot discuss my patients.

Ross).!

- What brings you here?
- I've come to make George an offer.

- I'd say now is not the time.
- Oh, is he unwell?

- Doctor...
- We shall be out for the morning.

- Poldark.
- I came to see Sir George.

- To what purpose?
- To make an offer for Plenty.

(He scoffs)

You couldn't afford it.

Name your price.

You were her first love.

Hm.

And she mine.

But life had other plans for us.

I joined the army,
and she, thinking me dead...

Married my father.

Was it the right choice?

It produced you, did it not?

But for you?

Yes.

Because it left me with a different choice.

And that choice saved me.

Cecily is to wed.

Does that distress you?

On two counts.

One, because I realise, to my cost,
that I...

Love her?

Yes.

And two, because her intended...

Hm!

Her intended...

Dear God, the twisted quirk of fate
that gives the girl I love to the man I loathe.

George?

Is that why Hanson's been lurking
in Cornwall?

I certainly wouldn't wish him
as a father-in-law.

But the engagement is certain?

And equally certain are her feelings for me.

I am her friend.
Nothing more.

No doubt you think me a baby.

First love...

...may not be a lasting love...

...but nothing will ever cut
quite so deeply again.

A little further.

Take my arm.

This will not be easy,

but it is a necessity.

But I...

But I saw her only yesterday.

In your memory.

And memory should be cherished,
but not mistaken for what is real.

However painful that may be.

Pain...

...is powerful.

But needful.
It reminds us that we are alive.

We cannot avoid it.
Nor should we try.

But she could have avoided it.

She need not have left me.

I could have forgiven her anything but that.

What was there to forgive?

The child. The child.

She need not have had it.

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I wanted it, of course.

But I would have loved her regardless.

But she was...

...determined.

- And the child killed her.
- The child

...is guiltless.

There is no fault in any of this.

Loss,yes.

But no blame.

(John Conan giggles)

(She gasps)

Good day, John.

Do you remember me?

Are you a friend of Grandmama's?

No.

But I can be a friend of yours.

NURSEMAID: John Conan!

Where are you?

What is your view, Horace?

Should husbands and wives
have secrets from each other?

Horace knows there are many reasons
why spouses keep secrets.

If one is a physician, for instance.

Or had cause to protect the other.

But when does protection
become deception?

But perhaps Dr Enys thinks deception
is the better part of valour.

(He chuckles)

Perhaps he does.

Thank you.

Folks be saying that, in the West Indies,

there be no distinction
betwixt masters and servants.

I wish that were true.

What is true is that, when I was Governor,
we all laboured together.

Gentry and commons, freed slaves
and convicts, outlaws and rebels.

- It can be done.
- It can be done.

I believe 'ee.

And perhaps the Warleggans
need to learn that lesson.

(He coughs pointedly)

(She sighs)

Will you forgive me?

(She groans softly)

(She groans)

Kitty, this sickness...

Oh, most vexing.

- But the cause...
- Oh, it's my husband.

Blame Ned.

(She laughs)

Here he grows restless.

And you grow more stubborn.

Must I take matters into my own hands?

What is it you fear?

I cannot say.

You must say.

Is it so terrible...

...the thought of a child?

No.

But the loss is.

I've had more miscarriages
than I can count.

I cannot bear the thought of raising
Ned's hopes again and dashing them.

I beg you, please, don't tell him.

- This one might survive.
- It will not!

I know it.

I've been thinking of poor Geoffrey Charles.

Poor Cecily.

Would you wish George on anyone?

But if he has a mind to wed,
maybe he'll have a mind to reopen Plenty.

Owing to a surge of high spirits
and generosity?

There is another option.

(He laughs)

(He continues laughing)

- How much?
- Well, the price is somewhat inflated.

Somewhat?
It's twice the value!

Here is a list of my assets.

Wildly insufficient.

And even if they weren't,
to venture all on such a purchase?

You have everything to lose
and what would you gain?

- A working mine.
- You already have one!

Oh, I'm well aware of your motives.

And don't think I don't applaud them.
But as your friend...

It's as a partner in the Cornish Bank
that I appeal to you.

Would it be willing
to underwrite the purchase?

That could present
a conflict of interests,

given that you yourself are a partner.

Oh, would the Warleggans
have such qualms?

Warleggans bring capital to the table.

You bring only your name.

On the strength of that name...

...how much might I raise?

Are you quite certain...

...she died?

I was there.

Was I?

You don't recall?

Yes.

I held her hand.

- Did I not?
- Yes.

And...

And she told me
she was afraid of the dark.

She did.

And then her eye's fixed on something
beyond my shoulder...

...and her breathing stilled...

...and I...
I felt the life go out of her.

And I wondered, where had she gone?

L\/Iy living�-

...breathing...

...beautiful wife.

But you were there.

The last face she ever saw was yours.

Yes.

Mine!

(He sobs)

(He weeps loudly)

(He inhales deeply)

My uncle tells me...

...I should remarry.

If that is what you desire.

I have no desire.

I do not believe
I will feel desire ever again.

- So this marriage...?
- Is a business transaction.

- And the lady in question?
- Must make the best of it.

- Miss Hanson.
- Mistress Poldark.

Geoffrey Charles is not here.

I thank you, ma'am.

It's you I seek.

And your opinion.

Mine?

May I ask...

...what kind of a man is Sir George?

He's wealthy.

And he's powerful.

When he wishes,
he can be most generous.

I believe his late wife wanted for nothing.

And his children...

...are they amiable?
Do they favour him?

The son not so much.

When is the wedding to be?

Does it matter?

A cage is a cage,

whether now or in ten years.

Unless one weds for love.

Did you?

Yes.

And how long before you realised
your mistake?

My mistakes have been many
and spectacular.

And doubtless there's more to come.

But the wisest thing I ever did...

...was to marry the man I love.

I thank you, ma'am.

So, how goes it with Despard?

Well, he's a regular firebrand.

Quick temper, loose tongue.

It would be easy enough to set him off
and the townsfolk will follow.

- And these will assist you?
- If 'ee make it worth their while.

Excellent,

And as discussed, something to send
Sir George scurrying back to London.

Are you quite certain
your wife will see the merit?

The cost will make her eyes water.

And she'll wish there were other ways
to fund it.

- I share her wish.
- Oh...

To mortgage your entire estate!

House, land, farm, livestock.

What sensible man would even consider it?

Wheal Plenty is a profitable mine.

- It's worth the risk.
- Is your marriage?

I'm obliged to you, as ever, Harris.

- FOlly!

Absolute madness!

Cornwall must hold some vast attraction
to keep you so long from London.

My daughter is shortly to be wed.

Ensuring her future
is what keeps me here.

Oh, and not her happiness?

If that's your aim,
I humbly recommend you look elsewhere.

Marriage to Sir George
would ensure the opposite.

Good day.

Do you, indeed?

Valentine?

Where's your nurse?

Trenwith.

- Where are you going?
- To Nampara.

You told me to visit whenever I liked.

Oh...

If your papa is home, he might not like it.

Will you ride with me?

May I'_>

Of course!

But not to Nampara.

There's a place...

...where I think you'll enjoy more.

Where's Tess?

Gone to Truro.
Say she had errands to run.

- Well, did you send her?
- Nay, maid.

She have a will of her own, that one.

Wheal Plenty paid the worst of wages.

ALL: Yes!

But they who laboured
at least had means to eat.

Now how do they survive?

The gentry care naught
if commons starve.

(Shouts of agreement)

But here's one who do have a conscience.

Who we thank for bringing
young Arthur Hoblyn out alive.

Yet it sticks in the craw
to save 14 lives,

only to see another 200 wrecked
by the closing of the mine.

ALL: Yes!

Tell that to the Warleggans.

ALL: Yes!

Nay, I mean it.

Make known our complaint.

For, if we suffer in silence,
will it not seem we consent?

We march tomorrow.
Will 'ee not go with us?

Peaceably, now.

We want no trouble, sir.
Just our grievances heard.

(Shouts of agreement)

- That's mine!
- Give it her back!

- Mistress!
- (Girl sobs)

There, now.

Come with me.

It is nothing.
He meant no harm.

Ah!

Is the new pupil ready to return home?

- Shall we be off, sir?
- Yes.

I'll explain later.

Good boy.

Why can that man not leave us be?!

What man?

Ross Poldark is determined
to steal my son.

Get Enys.

He will have him.

He has tried to take him,
as he tried to take Elizabeth.

But Valentine is mine.
Whatever that old hag said.

Valentine is yours, yes.

I delivered him myself and,
as I told you at the time,

there was nothing whatsoever
to support Miss Poldark's claim.

And that must be a comfort to you.

Because, although your wife is gone,
she is with you in the faces of your children.

- My children...
- In whom you are doubly blessed.

For they are still with you,

when, to other parents,
fate has been more cruel.

Yes. Yes.

I still have my children.

My Ursula.

My Valentine.

ROSS". I found him on his way to Nampara.

I brought him to the school
because I do not wish him to...

...regard our home as his.

Should I forbid it?

I could.

(She sighs)

But it sit not easy with you.

No.

Because you think yourself, what,
in some way responsible?

Not for him.
But...

...for what happened to Elizabeth.

It was I who suggested
she have another child.

Because George could not quell
his doubts about Valentine.

But how could he doubt a second child?

If anything, lthought it would make him
more secure in his marriage.

So she had another child...

And she died, delivering it.

So I hold myself...

...indirectly responsible.

No, Ross.

You're not to blame.

How could you be?

I hope your wife will still be your wife

when she knows what you've done.

Come and get your apples here!
Ah, thank you.

Erm, I'll take four.

(They all sing a French song)

Tess...

- What are you doing here?
- My duty, mistress.

As a comrade of the down-be-trod,
I must stand beside them.

Ned, do Ross know you're here?

This is a peaceable protest, Demelza.

There's nothing to concern him.
Or you.

This is a peaceful protest.

Tell it get to the Warleggans!

- The bank or the mine?
- His fancy house!

- Caroline, you must ride home.
- Of course.

Stay for nothing or no-one.
And keep indoors.

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A woman's touch
is what this house lacks.

And Valentine will benefit
from female influence.

Now, the girl's father is most keen
to bring matters to a head.

Have you a day in mind?

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Bessie, take Valentine upstairs.

There he is!

The spineless worm!

Let him come out and answer us.

If he dare!

George Warleggan!

What do they want?
Call the constables!

NED: Let him come out
and speak to his workers!

(Banging on the door continues)

Is he mad?

Ross).!

Ross, wait!

- Demelza?
- We must go to Trenwith.

What is it?

George Warleggan!

(Banging on the door)

Break the door down!

(Shouts of agreement)

Go on! Go on!

Yeah!

Tear the house down!

Sir George is not receiving visitors.

Well, Sir George has them,

whether he likes it or not.

The very least these people deserve
is an apology.

It's not my business to apologise.
Leave my house before I have you shot!

No, sir.
No,n0,no.

That won't do at all.

If you decline to come down
and speak civilly with these people,

I'll come up there and fetch you.

Huh.

Let him deal with it.

Sir George...

...have you ever been unfairly treated?

Can you comprehend what it is
to have no recourse to reparation,

- or even a fair hearing?
- Get out of my way.

These people are not savages.

All they ask is common decency.

- How do you answer?
- With this.

(Gunshot)

Argh! Argh...!

- Demelza, through here.
- My arm! My arm is broken!

Ross, I told you
this was likely to happen.

For your own sake,
keep order out there, Ned.

Demelza, help me.

That man!
He has stirred up the mob!

He has set them on a rampage!

What did you expect when you closed
a working mine? That folk would celebrate?

- Do you seriously think I care?
- I think you do, George.

As do I.

Which is why I offer you a suggestion.

Put those weapons down!
This is a peaceable protest! Come on!

Fflends!

Fflends!

Your anger is whollyjustified.

But we have misunderstood the situation.

Sir George has explained it to me.

And now begs leave to explain it to you.

Gentlemen...

Er, I have been away in the North.

And on my return discovered
that my orders were incorrectly carried out.

The closure of Wheal Plenty is temporary.

This week, my mine captain will assess
the damage caused by the rock fall.

All workers will be reinstated.

And in addition, we will take on more men

in order to expedite a swift resumption
of business.

Do he expect us to believe him?

Should we not still hold him to account?

(Murmurs of agreement)

This could take someone's eye out.

Back off.
Come on, people, back to your homes.

You have what you came for.

Your coming here was blatantly provocative.

I'm sorry you think so.

You may thank the Lord
I managed to diffuse the situation so ably.

Indeed, George.

I salute you.

Kindly leave my house.

With pleasure.

A fine thought to let him think
it was his idea.

It seemed the most elegant solution.

And it saved us our estate.

Ross...

What you did,

what you were about to do...

Look, understand,
I love you with all my heart.

And I love your heart and your will
to make this world a better place. But...

...sometimes it do seem
you overlook the cost

to we, as a family,
to us as husband and wife.

Of course I'd stand by you,

and even go without,
for the sake of the greater good. But...

"sometimes, I...

...feel that you take that for granted.

I find that hard.

- You're too good for me.
- Ross...

I mean it.

When I dragged you from that dogfight...

...could I have known...

...that you'd be the saving grace of my life?

Here, race you back to Nampara?

(He scoffs)

No contest.

Did you come here to torment me?

No.

To complain.

How monstrous inconvenient it is
to discover so late in the day

that my heart is engaged.

And not to the eminently suitable Sir George.

My father will never consent.

So I suppose we must elope.

What?

Who? You?

And I?

Could you bear it?

Yes.

Yes, I think I could bear it.

Wheal Plenty open?
Who'd have believed it?

And the real miracle is,
folk be that grateful,

they say they'll make donations to the school.

Maybe I'll need to better my reading, since
it seems the school shall have need of me.

So...

...will 'ee teach me?

Gladly.

Everyone's haPPY-

Ahem...

Oh, mistress.
I didn't see 'ee there.

I am your mistress no longer, Tess.

Did you think you could remain
after what happened today?

'Ee be sending me away?

What saddens me is that everyone told me
you mustn't to be trusted.

But I wanted to prove them wrong.

Pack your things and go.

(She scoffs)

Think 'ee have seen the last of me?

Let's hope so.

(Knock on door)

Come.

A note from your informant, sir.

HANSON'S VOICE:
A mob calling for revolution,

/ed by Despard and Po/dark,

stormed Trenwith
and assaulted Sir George Warleggan.

Can such men be deemed loyal
to King and country?

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