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- Not guilty.
- Not guilty?

- On all three counts.
- Not guilty?

Father, are you going deaf?

You told me we had witnesses.
Bought and reliable.

We bought fools.

You bought fools.

We bought them, Father.

And the prosecuting counsel,

who it seems couldn't get
a conviction on even one count.

- Sir?
- Bring Mr George his dinner.

- l'm not hungry.
- He's not hungry. Get out!

Yes, sir.

- How much did we spend?
- In all, 180 guineas.

God save us.

- Any recoverable?
- No, it'll all be spent by now.

Not guilty! 180 guineas and not guilty.

The prosecuting counsel
from London and not guilty!

12 pig-headed fools for a jury,
an incorruptible judge,

and Jud Paynter, who changed
his evidence at the last moment.

The judge discounted it
but the jury heard.

- Was he paid?
- 15 before, 15 after.

- And changed his evidence?
- At the very last minute.

So that man owes us 15 guineas,
doesn't he?

Yah!

Eh! Yah!

Hey! Hey, bloody d-dog!

Very pleasing verdict, my boy.
A very pleasing verdict.

Yes.

Better than transportation
to the wretched antipodes.

Why aren't you overjoyed?

l'd be happier if l'd been allowed to say
what l wanted to say.

Ho ho! Damned good job you weren't.

They'd have needed a big gibbet
to hang a man as tall as you!

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Well, at least you're here and free.

Back in the bosom
of your family, dear boy.

Ready to pick up the reins again.

Your houses, children to come, et cetera.

Not children.
l don't need any more responsibility.

Or fodder for the epidemics.

We're buttering no parsnips
dwelling on it.

- Poldark's had the advantage.
- This time.

Don't do that, George!

Not when l'm thinking.

Calm yourself.
You're not usually so heated.

So has his cousin, Francis Poldark,
had too much advantage.

- How do you mean?
- He insulted me in public.

- l'd like to see both Poldarks go down.
- Francis is no problem.

Call in his mortgage.

No. No. Someone else would be hurt.

Someone? What someone?

Never mind, Father.
Let's concentrate on Ross Poldark.

Then let us do it in a businesslike way.

Heading...

''Ross Pol...dark.''

On the left...

''Assets.''

On the right...

''Lack of Assets.''

lf we're going to defeat him,
Iet's do it to our advantage.

Now...

under assets, what would you put there?

His shares in the mine.

Shares in the mine.
That's where we can snare him.

He's gonna have to sell to survive.

There are more ways of killing a cat
than hanging it, George.

And show a profit on it.

Not like your witnesses.

Hey.

Will you stop the coach
a moment, please?

Whoa-ho. Whoa.

Good day, Captain. Ma'am.

What are you doing here, Jud?

- Walking home, Captain.
- It's a long walk.

No other way. Got no horse.

Well, l expect you'll get there
by tomorrow. Drive on, coachman.

Go on. Go on. Walk on.

- Ross, he did help...
- Shh.

All right, Jud.

Get aboard.

Oh, that's rare kind of you, sir.

No, inside.

l want to talk to you.

- Hello, doggy!
- Hey, get away from him!

- Bleedin' varmint.
- Is it yours?

My lord, never is. Don't know whose it is.

Been following and plaguing me
these last three miles.

- Out!
- No, let it stay! It be lost.

Damn it, dear boy, did you have to?

To travel alone is bad enough
but having to sit and rock about

in what smells like a moving bear pit
for another six miles at this speed

is more than the human body can stand.

- Did you walk to Bodmin, Jud?
- No, sir.

How did you get there then?

l was tooken, sir. In a coach.

- Who paid for that?
- Don't know, sir.

- Do you know who might have paid?
- No, sir.

Remember, my boy,
that although the judge ordered

Master Paynter's evidence
to be struck out,

its very nature may have
influenced the case your way.

- Well, at least you told the truth.
- And we're very grateful to you.

lt was just the facts, ma'am.

Get up in that box...
it's like talking to God.

l was being seen through,
as you might say.

What have you been doing
since you left us?

Bit of this, bit of that.

Can't you find anyone to employ you?

Not regular, sir.

l can't say l'm surprised.

No, sir.

Ross. Go on.

What would you say if l offered
you and Prudie your old jobs back?

Prudie and me...

our old jobs back?

l'd say you were a saintly man, sir.

Yes, well, you must continue
to live in the village,

mind your tongue.

Aye, sir.

Giddup.

Come on.

- Fair price, Captain?
- Yes. Thank you.

Good luck, Captain.

Yeah. Thou shall need it.

What are we gonna farm with now?

We've got almost nothing left.
You've sold it all!

We need the money, Jud.

You can't farm without stock.

Three cows and two horses.

And them not even ploughing horses!

We can borrow a ploughing team.

When 'tis ploughing time,
people use their horses.

How can you farm without stock?

Plant money in the ground, master,
it don't yield no barley.

lt don't give no milk neither!

There's enough to keep us going.

For how long?

Jud's right!

What are we gonna live on?

Not a very difficult diagnosis.

- l think you know the result yourself.
- Yes.

- You're with child.
- Yes, l know.

Doesn't that please you?

lt would please me
if it were some other time.

Don't tell Ross, please.

Why not?

He doesn't want
any more responsibilities.

He's got too much on his shoulders.

But he will know in a short time.

Yes, but not until
he's able to deal with things.

What with the trial and Julia dying,

and now nothing but debts,

l can't tell him anything
that might distress him.

He is not the only one to be cared for.

lt is you who are carrying the child.

Say nothing. Please.

- How's it working out?
- Hm?

How do we stand?

We're a little down.
We might just manage.

Pascoe says he'll extend, so that'll help.

Will we be able to manage?

l've no intention of letting
either of us go under.

- It'll take hard work.
- l'll work.

You always do.

lt may be l...

won't be able to do it for long.

Hm?

Nothing.

Can't we borrow?

No, l'm over-borrowed already.

And in four months' time,
l have to find 400/o interest on f1 ,OOO.

- Will you be able to?
- Possibly.

With luck.

Ross, how much longer will this go on?

Who can say?

Till we find some way
of making more money.

Till times change.

Don't you worry.
You look tired. Go to bed.

- You coming?
- l have to finish this.

l must talk to you sometime.

- You can talk to me.
- Not when you're working.

Will you ever stop working long enough?

- Dr Enys.
- Ma'am?

You must know, of course,

that Ross and my husband
are not entirely on the best of terms.

l had heard of it, yes.

- Do you see them often?
- From time to time.

My husband is anxious - very anxious -

that this quarrel should come to an end.

He would like to regain good relations
with them both and so would l.

We are neighbours
and we are relations. It's absurd...

My husband feels it very deeply.

Ma'am?

He has tried, l know, but Ross is proud.

l wondered if l could prevail upon you...

Anything l can do, willingly, but what?

Well, Francis - no, we would both -

be very happy if they would
call on us sometime.

But it's a little difficult
for us to ask them...

And you would like me
to give them an invitation?

l would be very grateful but...

say it was Francis who asked.

l'm not sure how Ross now regards me

but do assure him that Francis...and l

still have a great love for him.

Dr Enys, sir.

Jud.

Would it be asking too much if l were
to walk back with you to me cottage?

- It is only half a mile.
- l know, sir.

But there's men following me. Footpaths.

- You mean footpads?
- That's right, sir, footpaths.

- Are you drunk?
- No, sir.

Why would men rob you?
Are you carrying money?

l reckon it'd be more like
murder be in their minds, sir.

- Don't be absurd, man.
- 'Tain't absurd.

Can l walk wi' you, sir?

They're back there!

Very well. Come along.///

- There! Right, sir.
- Hold it.

Right, Jud, take it outside and cool it off.

Aye, sir.

Prudie's complaining
you're cluttering up her kitchen.

Since when did Prudie
Iove work so well?

Oh, Dwight called
when you were at the barn.

Said Francis and Elizabeth
want us to call.

- Oh.
- Well, what shall l tell him?

We've not time to save ourselves
from ruin, let alone pay social calls.

l thought you were on better terms now?

l wasn't aware
the terms were better or worse.

Well, l think they're trying
to make up the quarrel.

- What shall l tell him?
- Tell him what you like.

lf you want to go,
then l suppose we must.

Where are you going?

You're not the only one
that works here, you know!

l reckon it's right for holding now.

Right.

lt's too late for planting
that lower field now.

- We'll let it lie fallow.
- 'Twas fallow last year.

lt'll be fallow again this.
It'll do it no harm.

'Tain't much income
from fallow fields, sir.

When l wasn't working for you,

l was working on and off
for this other chap.

l reckon he might be able to put
a bit of business in your way.

What kind of business?

l reckon he'd rather
discuss that with you.

But l know you'd be interested.

ln what?

Shall l tell him to come and talk
with ee, sir?

lf it's business.
Who is he? Do l know him?

l don't think so, sir.

Name of Mr Trencrom, sir.

Sound man of business.

ln his way of business.

And what is his way of business?

Best for him to tell you that, sir.//

They've got to use the fire,
we ain't got no forge.

- They got no right...
- It's cheaper than the blacksmith.

Oh, well, if he don't want no dinner.
And we're out of pig meat.

Well, get Jud to kill another.
Sell half and salt half.

Use your head, Prudie.
That's what you're here for.

Out again, are we, ma'am?

Ain't nothing to do with you.

l wouldn't go rowing if l were ee.
Been sickening for something.

No, l ain't, and mind your own business.

- Why don't you tell him?
- Tell him what? What are you trying...

What you do in the afternoons.

Because he'd try and stop me.

He's got too much pride
to let his wife try and help.

You make sure he don't find out!

Well, he's going to notice there's
a deal of fish being eaten here.

And that you can't keep it down.

Mother, Demelza,
if the gentlemen will excuse us.

Don't quarrel with the Warleggans.

Very influential. Take care.

Yes, Mother-in-law.

Have you been quarrelling
with the Warleggans?

Oh, l had an argument with George
the night before your trial.

- What about?
- Just the fact that l don't like him.

Good enough reason.

- They'll own all Cornwall soon.
- They'll try.

Tell me, are they still trying
to buy you out of Wheal Leisure?

- They've been trying for years.
- Will you sell?

Not unless l have to.

Then only to put the money into
something that will show profit.

Well, have you got anything in mind?

Yes, l think l have.

Excuse me, sir, but there be a man here
asking for Dr Enys.

Someone's been taken ill, sir.

Tell them to be ill
on a more convenient night.

No, no, l must go.

How is it that people always
know where to find you?

Because l leave word
where l am to be found.

You must be the most
accommodating doctor l know.

This isn't another epidemic
of the morbid sore throat, is it?

No, it's more likely to be scorbutus.

Scorbutus? What the devil's that?

A form of scurvy. Please thank Elizabeth
for the food and hospitality.

- Oh, yes.
- Good night.

- Where is it?
- The man is from Kilwarren.

Scurvy at Kilwarren!

- Good night.
- Good night, Dwight.

Good night, Ross.

Thank you for coming tonight, Ross.

We've enjoyed it.

l'm glad that...

the anger is over.

ls it over?

Yes, it's over.

Demelza told me you came to Bodmin
for the trial and offered her kindness.

Yes, well, she was very kind to me.

She was very kind to me when she...

when she nursed me
and when your...when your child...

Francis, let the past belong to the past.

Thank you.

But what of the future?
You said you had something in mind.

A possibility. No more.

But will you tell me?

What is it this time, Miss Penvenen?
Has Horace got a cough?

No. It's me this time.

- What appears to be the matter?
- It's my throat.

Excuse me.

Erm, bend your head forward, please.

Let me see your hands.

My uncle tells me
there's an epidemic of scor...

SCar...

Scorbutus.

Yes. And that people are dying from it.

l doubt you have scorbutus, ma'am.

Scorbutus is a disease of poverty caused
by lack of food and fresh citrus fruit.

Open your mouth, please.

There is a famine in the county.

The miners are out of work
so cannot afford fresh fruit.

But l doubt you have that problem.

Then what is wrong with me?

Open your mouth once again, please.

Do you remember
when Keren was murdered?

- Keren?
- Keren Daniel.

Her husband killed her
for cuckolding him.

She was in love with Dwight Enys.

l remember her being killed
but l didn't know about Dwight.

That's how it was.
When Mark found out, he strangled her.

Oh, yes, l remember that.

Well, Mark hid down Wheal Grace while
the soldiers were searching for him.

He was there nearly two days
until l helped him get to France.

He said while he was down there,

he'd seen a huge lode
of unmined copper.

What? But everybody knows
Wheal Grace was played out years ago.

Apparently not so.
Mark was a very experienced miner.

- He'd know copper when he saw it.
- So?

Well, l know it's a gamble
but l'd like to reopen Wheal Grace

if l can find the capital.

You have to put money in
before you take any out.

Oh, cousin,
l know how much mining costs.

Grambler closed because
l couldn't afford to look for new lodes.

Although you have money put by?

But not enough to reopen Grambler.

l wish it was.

Keep very still, please.

ls it very serious?

Probably more painful than serious.
What did you eat last night?

- Soup, beef.
- Fish?

- Yes.
- It was badly filleted.

A fish bone.

l thought l was going to die.

No. However, remain in bed for a day
or so until the swelling subsides.

And to make sure there is no
infection you must be attended.

- At what time will you call?
- Dr Choake is your uncle's doctor.

- l will acquaint him...
- l don't want Dr Choake.

He is your uncle's physician.
l ethically cannot...

l can choose my own doctor.

And l want you...

as my doctor.

Then you must notify Dr Choake.

He will be informed
first thing in the morning.

At what time will you call?

lf you insist, ma'am,
shall we say midday?

Francis has gone for the horses.

Yes.

l'm afraid my mother
has trapped Demelza a moment.

My mother can be a very boring woman.

You're looking well.

- So are you.
- Thank you.

l think l begin to feel a little old.

Nonsense.

Ross, it would make Francis
very happy if you and he...

Yes, l know.

He would dearly like for things
to be as they were once before.

l have told him that for my part,
l see no reason why they shouldn't be.

l'm glad.

Tell me, before my trial,
Francis offered me financial assistance.

lf he has money, why doesn't he spend
it on the household or on you?

lt's a special sum, f600.
The Warleggans gave it to him

as repayment for their cousin
cheating him at cards.

l think he wants to use it
in a special way.

Your marriage seems so happy. Is it?

l wonder if anyone is ever truly happy.

l do begin to feel old.

l'm a lot older than when l first met you.

And l think l begin to look old too.

Then that mirror is a liar.

Mirrors always are.

- You ride too fast in the dark.
- l wanted to get home.

- If your horse had stumbled...
- l've got a good horse, l'm a good rider.

- Has something upset you?
- Why should it have done?

- It was your idea to accept...
- l had a very pleasant evening.

Something has upset you.

They may be poor
but she's able to wear a beautiful dress.

l think she's had it for some time.

Do you remember it from somewhere?

- You have dresses l remember!
- Are you still in love with her?

Of course not! She's an old friend.

- l think she's still in love with you.
- No!

lt's the past. Sometimes it comes back.

Oh, l know that. l know that.

- What is the matter...
- Nothing! Just get on with your books!

What did you mean, ''ls anyone ever
truly happy?'' l used to think we were!

Aren't we?

To put it as simply as possible,

Nicholas and George Warleggan
have been making offers

for shares in Wheal Leisure
and have been successful.

- Who's sold?
- Erm, Mr Renfrew,

Dr Choake, Mr Gillespie, Jeffries,
Odgers and Whitworth.

So only Mr Treneglos,
Captain Henshawe and myself are left.

The Warleggans have made offers
for all other shares.

Well...

what is the situation?

- Well, Mr Treneglos...
- l want to sell.

Copper's high and l can get a good price.

Normally, l wouldn't.

But l need capital as we all do
and copper's fickle.

Mr Treneglos's sale would give
the Warleggans 52 % of the holdings.

They would then be
the major shareholders.

We felt you and Captain Henshawe
should be given the first opportunity

of making an offer
for Mr Treneglos's shares.

l can't afford it, as you well know.

- Can you?
- No.

- l assure you, Poldark...
- Business is business.

l must point out it puts you
in an untenable position, Ross.

- Neither of you would have any say.
- l realise that.

- What are they offering?
- 5 % over.

- Is that a good price?
- Very handsome, sir.

Then you must advise me.

You hold my shares against
my debt to you and Mr Pearce.

Do you want to sell?

l need the money
just as Mr Treneglos does.

l don't want to sit at the table with the Warleggans.

For what do you need the money?
Business or debts?

- For what money is used for?
- Ross.

A moment. l think Mr Pearce
and l would agree,

provided the money is used
as an investment to protect our interest.

l want to be fair to us all.

l understand your sentiments, sir,
and appreciate them.

l believe l have found an investment.

So you can tell the Warleggans
that l will sell

but for 8 % over, not a penny less.

Ah, do l find ye alone, ma'am?

No, Sir Hugh. Prudie's about.

Send her on an errand.

l know your husband ain't here
cos l saw him riding to Truro.

Damn me if the sight of
your bare arms covered in flour

don't drive me mad!

- Like a delicious pie!
- Don't be silly, Sir Hugh.

- Your husband owes me 50 pounds.
- Owes you?

l bet on him getting
transportation at the assizes.

l might have got you to meself then.

Well, you wouldn't
and you deserve to lose your money.

Send the woman away
and come and sit on my lap.

- l'm working.
- Let the woman do the work.

- Let's trot upstairs...
- Sir Hugh!

Oh, l beg your pardon, ma'am.

- Oh, bread, eh?
- Come in, Prudie. You can gut the fish.

Thank you for calling.
Sorry my husband isn't at home.

lt was really you, ma'am,
that l wanted to see.

One of me mares has gone lame.

John Trevaunance tells me
you cured his cow of whiptail.

l bethought me you might come over,
have a look at my beast.

- Can it walk?
- In a manner of speaking.

Then walk it here one day
and l'll gladly look at it.

l'll see if it can make the journey.

My regards to your husband, ma'am.

Get on with your work, Prudie.
And don't use a rusty knife.//

Master...

Can l see to your horse for you, sir?

What are you doing here this late?

He's come to see you, sir.

Who?

Mr Trencrom, sir.

At this time of night?

Mr Trencrom's hours of business
is any hours that suits him.

He do a lot of business after dark.

Prudie's put him in the parlour, sir.

Ah, Captain Poldark.

Mr Trencrom.

Please, don't get up.
Can l offer you a glass of something?

Oh, l never touch it, sir.

Your charming wife was kind enough
to make me a dish of tea.

The, er... The news from France
is depressing.

The Times gives one little hope
at the moment.

Mirabeau and his government
appear in a parlous state.

However, l didn't come here at this
time of night to discuss politics, did l?

Of course not.

Purpose one, to inquire after your affairs
and if they prosper.

Purpose two, to speak of mine.

What are your affairs, Mr Trencrom?

- You don't know?
- l know nothing of you at all.

l was told you wish to speak
with me on business.

l'm a dealer, sir.

Have l got anything
that you and l can deal in?

- l don't think you take my meaning.
- No. But you haven't been clear.

l deal...

in imported articles,

without tax, Captain.

You mean smuggling.

l prefer to think of it as a protest
against excessive taxation,

which also shows a small profit.

A solitary way of looking at it
since it is to your advantage.

Mine is a commercial undertaking,
not like your cheap-jack runs.

l have overheads,
wages, deliveries to maintain,

equipment to buy,

expenses to pay to people who assist us.

Why are you telling this to me?

l've had the devil's own luck of late.

All my old landing places
seem known to the excise.

Troublesome and worrisome.

What l need is somewhere new,

never been used before.

A navigable inlet...

about the size of your Nampara Cove.

Mr Trencrom,
l think you must have made a mistake.

- l have recently stood trial...
- l know about that...

..for something that l did not do.

But that won't prevent
the excise men watching...

Don't you worry about them, Captain.

l'll look after them.

You wouldn't be involved.

All you would have to do
is draw your curtains...at f80 a run.

You want me to risk
being hanged for f80?

We're only discussing it, Captain.

There's room for manoeuvre.

How often?

Difficult to say.
Four, five, six times a year.

l'll think about it.
But for not less than 150.

Captain Poldark, you are a businessman.

Do you want to take my profit out of it?

Think of my neck, Mr Trencrom.

We might consider 100.

- What do you say?
- l'll think about it.

Thank you for calling, Mr Trencrom.

Prudie!

Thank you for receiving me, Captain.

And please thank
your dear wife for the tea.

Mr Trencrom is leaving now, Prudie.

Yes, sir. This way, sir.

Good night, Captain.//

- Sir.
- Yes.

We've been looking for Dr Enys' house.

l am Dr Enys. That is my house
up on the headland. Why?

These are for you.

l haven't ordered anything.
Are you sure it's for me?

Dr Enys, The Lodge, Nampara Estate.

- What are they?
- Fresh oranges, sir.

- Unshipped at Falmouth this morning.
- Oranges?

Let me see.

Well, l haven't ordered any oranges.
Who sent them?

lt doesn't say, sir. Would you show us
where we should unload 'em?

Aye.///

So now the Warleggans
own Wheal Leisure...

lock, stock and Captain Henshawe.

- Who else has sold?
- l have.

Why?

Cos l'll be damned
if l'll be a Warleggan lapdog.

And l can use the money
better elsewhere.

- At Wheal Grace?
- Yes.

They must have paid you
a handsome price.

Very handsome.

Which makes us both recipients
of the Warleggan largesse.

Now, it seems to me that
since they've been so generous

we should repay them in some way.

Preferably by making that money
work against them. Francis?

l'm sorry, l don't understand.

Will you sink your capital
with mine in Wheal Grace?

Are you asking me to become a partner?

Yes, l am. Will you join me?

Well, l can't think of anything
l'd like better but...

l'm sorry, it's rather
taken my breath away.

Are you sure that's what you want?

lf l hadn't wanted it,
l shouldn't have suggested it.

No, l suppose not.

God, what a strange world.

- l should be very pleased.
- Good.

Here's to it.

Wheal Grace.

But since you've sold your shares,
what are you going to do for income?

Wheal Grace won't bring us
any return for months.

No. But l do have certain
other arrangements in hand.

- Where did you get these donkeys?
- Farmer Gillespie. Same as usual.

Tell him if he sends such rubbish again,

he'll lose his income
or get his ricks burned down.

Whichever he pleases.

Er, master...

He do be waiting for a message.

He be a dangerous man
if he be crossed, sir.

Let him wait.

He won't be crossed. It's not dark yet.

You got any milking to do?

Make certain 'tis all ashore
before you part with any money.

- Aye, sir.
- Has Mr Jago seen to the excise men?

Aye, sir. The patrol's over at St Agnes.

The cutter, he be ten miles down.

Where do we land, sir?

We're waiting for a message,
Master Martin.

- l'll tell you when and where.
- Yes, sir.

l got to tell him something, sir,
one way or the other.

Tell him l'll draw my curtains.

But l want 110 and l want it in advance.

Any more suggestions from you
and l'll flay your skin off.

- It was only what he said, sir.
- He may have done.

But tell him, no more than 100 in future.

- Where is she?
- Sighted, sir. Laying off till dark.

Signal them to Nampara Cove.

When it's ashore and stacked,
come to Truro.

- You know where to find me.
- Yes, sir.

110, sir.

What time does he want me
to draw the curtains?

About now, l reckon.

Right. You can get off home...
or wherever you're going.

# Oh, don't deceive me

# Oh, never leave me

# How could you... #

- Ross, look who's here.
- Dwight!

Sorry, l didn't know.
l would've come in earlier.

- l should apologise for intruding so late.
- You're always welcome.

l've been meaning to call for days
but l've been uncommonly busy.

You wouldn't know why, l suppose?

- No.
- You're not dealing in oranges?

Oranges? What the devil
would l want with oranges?

Well, someone has delivered
12 sacks to me

obviously to distribute
around the villages.

- l thought it was you.
- No, not me.

Well, who the devil can it be?

- Why oranges?
- To relieve the scurvy.

- The juice contains...
- Ah, yes.

lf you'll excuse me, l must go.

- No!
- Stay a while. It's not that late.

Take a glass of wine with us.

Are you sure l'm not intruding?

Of course not. We have little
enough company these days.

12 sacks, you say?

That must be a great number of oranges.

Ross, it isn't safe for him to go yet.

lt is. They'll be on the beach by now.

By the time they start back,
he'll be home.

How often is this going to happen?

As often as is necessary
until we have enough to live on.

- Every penny counts, you know that.
- Your life counts.

- If the excise runners find out...
- They won't.

Besides, all l am doing is closing
my curtains at a proper time.

Trust me! Trencrom knows his business.

Here she comes.

Right, lads.

Mr Trencrom told me to ask you
if you brought any Geneva.

Yes, ten casks in t'other boat.

Right, lads, let's go.

Don't try to attack me.

l'm holding a gun.

l had no intention of attacking you,
Miss Penvenen.

l was merely on my way home.

Oh, it's you.

Yes, and do please lower the pistol.

They are dangerous.

My horse has gone lame.

l've been walking for an hour.

Well, we can walk them both home.

lt's not far.

Come on.

l doubt whether you'll be needing it.

Unless, of course,
youlre nervous in my company.

No.

Come on.

- Where are you coming from?
- A friend of my uncle's.

l left when it was light...

- ..but Epidaurus caught a hoof...
- Shh! Shh!

In there! Quickly!

Come on, come on!

Come on.

Nampara. He must have lost his reason.

- Who?
- Get down!

Ow!

What are you do...?

Trust me, ma'am,
you are not in London now.

Go on, get up.

Ross, do you reckon
they be finished yet?

Possibly.

Well, l haven't heard anything
for ten minutes.

Then it's probably all over.

- Why don't you go to bed?
- Ooh, not till l be sure.

Oh, l know you do think
l worry for no reason.

But luck don't last forever and we've had
a lot of luck since you were took to trial.

All right, so this time
nothing went amiss.

But what about the next?

# The fly, the fly,
the fly be on the turmut

# 'Tis all me eye for l to try

# To keep 'em off the turmut

# The fly, the fly

# 'Tis all me eye for l to try... #

Master Paynter.

Ah, Mr Garth.

Nice to see you, sir.

Nice to see you, Master Paynter.

We've been trying to see you
this last three month or so.

Ah, that's real kind of you, sir.

lf it be about the money...

Oh, it's not the money, Master Paynter.

lt's the principle of the matter.

Eh...

- Who are you?
- l'm a friend of his.

You told me you were my friend.

l am. And now we will discuss
friendship, Master Paynter.

Firstly, if you accept money for
doing something you must do it.

And you did not.

Secondly, you've caused
your friends trouble,

which has distressed them,

- which has also distressed us.
- Please!

Which we do not like.
Explain the matter to Master Paynter.