All language subtitles for Poldark S03E05 Epiosde 3.5.DVDRip.HI.en.BBC

DEMELZA:
So the plan is,

the Royalist fleet
will land in France,

overthrow the republic,
and free its prisoners.

So Caroline believes.

(Clowance squawking)

Should we not give
that plan a chance?

I want Dwight home, too.

I just want you here
a little longer.

I promised him something
I cannot fulfill.

To see this ring
reaches his wife.

I wonder you're
not married, Enys.

Are you so devoted to your work?

In truth, there is someone.

I doubt I'll ever
see her again... and you?

I'm a Boscowan, so I'm expected
to make a splendid match.

Some rich and beautiful heiress?

I've a fancy
to choose my own bride.

CAROLINE:
So plans are being
finalized.

What do he intend?

To lead an army of those
loyal to the monarchy,

to sail to France and
overthrow the revolution.

The landing will scarcely be
20 miles from the prison

at Quimper.

Where Dwight is?

To think I wasted my time
pressing the Admiralty

to release Dwight,

when this landing will enable
all prisoners to be released.

ROSS:
I admire Caroline's optimism.

DEMELZA:
But?

War is never simple.

Nor human nature.

You've been to war.

What is it that drives men
to act like savages?

A refusal to see their
fellow men as human.

To view them instead as a symbol
of something they hate.

There are no depths
to the atrocities

which may be committed.

You fear for Dwight.

This landing could provoke
a slaughter of prisoners.

It might be weeks before
the Royalists reach Quimper.

Dwight may not last that long.

(Valentine crying)

My son has rickets?

Dr. Choake believes...
Dr. Choake is mistook!

My son is not
some commoner's child,

nursed on gin
and housed in squalor.

He's had the best of everything.

No one must hear of this.

My son will not be deformed.

George, do not say that.

Dr. Choake believes
he can be cured.

(Valentine crying)

Come here.

(door closes)

There's to be a gathering
at Tregothnan.

Lord Falmouth's?

The St. Aubyns and
Godolphins will be there.

Our invitation is
conspicuous by its absence.

Are you so keen to go?

These events are often so dull.

Presence at these events

is what confirms one's
status in society.

If the Godolphins are going,
Lady Whitworth will be there.

She could procure you
an invitation.

Could you not speak to Osborne?

I could, if I had
positive news for him.

But while Morwenna
continues to prevaricate,

I can hardly beg favors
of his mother.

I would have thought,

after all these weeks
at Trenwith,

the girl would be out of her
mind with boredom by now.

(laughing)

(sighs)

(clicks tongue)

There you go.

I have news from Mr. Trencrom.

His ship, the One & All,
on its last run

did bring ashore a Dutch
merchant lately released

from the prison at Quimper.

Where Dr. Enys be interned.

This merchant say
'tis like a hellhole now.

Men droppin' like flies
of fever, starvation.

And those as remain
bein' executed for sport.

He do fear there'll be none
left alive within three week.

'Tis a sorry end
for our friend and brother.

Would there was aught
we could do to help him.

And if there was?

GUARD:
Ces deux font l'affaire.

Tenez, regardez leurs yeux.

GUARD 2:

GUARD 1:

Wait, this man has a fever.

Il a une fièvre!

GUARD:
Il a de la chance, monsieur!

(gun fires)

What happened?

A new entertainment has begun.

Dicing for officers.

Executions on a whim.

Today, on the color
of a man's eyes.

Tomorrow?

Who knows?

(door opens)

Geoffrey Charles'
friend was here again.

Oh.

Yes, he called
to bring some toads.

He's very fond
of Geoffrey Charles.

And of you, too, or so
I observed this afternoon.

Love makes us careless,
does it not?

What do you imagine George
would do if he found out?

Oh, yes, I'm usually
the first to defy him,

but that's because
I have little to lose.

Do you?

I cannot marry Mr. Whitworth.

You cannot marry Drake Carne.

George is a cruel man.

His axe will fall not on you,
who are cousin to his wife,

but on the boy,

who is kin to Ross.

Give him up, my dear.

For his sake,
as much as your own.

Even if the landing's
successful,

the Royalist army
will have its hands full

fighting the republic.

Freeing the English prisoners
will not be a priority.

So I'm thinking there needs
to be a more direct attempt.

Involving Tholly?

And Zacky and Henshawe.

Respectable family men?

As I've told them repeatedly.

But Dwight is held
in high esteem.

They both leapt
at the chance to serve him.

So what will you do?

Take passage with the fleet.

But as soon as
we land in Brittany,

leave the Royalists
to their fight.

Then, under cover
of the uprising...

Make your way to the prison,
free Dwight, and bring him home.

What could be simpler?

Ross Poldark,
a contender for Parliament?

WHITWORTH:
According to my mother,
who has it from the Boscowans.

How can he even presume?

I'm not sure he does.

He's merely been mentioned,
not yet approached.

Nor should he be.

Is such a man to represent us?

Well, he certainly won't be
receiving my vote.

So you see, Aunt, my visits here
must cease awhile.

All in good cause, boy.

I trust you'll bring
young Enys safely home.

And fetch him to my party.

Which?

My hundredth birthday.

You're all invited...

Your chibbies, your little bud,

and even her brother.

You've met him?

Oh, yes.

Ye seem troubled... what ails ye?

My conscience,

which tells me I have
done a wicked thing.

There be nothing wicked
in our care for each other.

The wicked thing

is that I have
allowed your visits

when I'm not free to do so.

How not free?

Our friendship...

Has gone beyond the bounds
of common acquaintance.

But is it wrong to go so far,

if what we feel is true?

I see now it is not true.

I was flattered
by your attentions

into thinking I felt love.

But I do not.

I don't believe you.

I hope you can
forgive my mistake.

ROSS:
I've left word with Grace.

They will answer to you
till I return.

They will expect you daily.

Perhaps I'll venture below
and take a pick of my own.

No doubt you'll find a new lode.

I've been thinkin'.

I'll not tell Caroline
where you've gone,

for fear of raisin' false hopes.

And have Drake stay
away from Trenwith.

Why would he go there?

Ask him.

ROSS:
I must go.

I do not ask you
not to be reckless,

for I know you cannot
promise something

which is so against your nature.

She don't care for me.

She never did.

I've no wish to go on
in this world.

I once thought as you do.

When I lost Julia, all I wanted
was to bury myself beside her.

But life is precious
and should not be scorned.

The thing is to find some
purpose, then go on livin'.

And if Ross were here
he'd say the same.

Where is he?

It's not to be spoken of.

He's gone to Falmouth,
thence to France,

to rescue our friend Dr. Enys.

Will you not stay to supper?

Thank 'ee, sister.

I'll heed what 'ee say,
about purpose.

I'll try and find me some.

MAN:
Mais, messieurs, regardez.

La Bretagne est l'endroit idéal
pour désembarquer nos troupes.

MAN 2:
Mais pourquoi?

MAN 1:
Car nous devons partir
sans tarder.

Les hommes sont impatients
de se battre.

(discussion continues)

Problem?

ROSS:
Aside from the fact that
they've thrice delayed departure

and seem unable to agree
on the simplest matter?

THOLLY:
There's the thing.

Almost all the Royalist troops
travelin' from England

be French prisoners.

They'll be given a choice...

Bide here in prison,

or fight for the Royalists
against the republic.

Well, how is that a problem?

If you're a French prisoner
returned to home shores,

do you fight
against your own people,

or do you desert?

This landing will fail.

Then how do we save
Dr. Enys?

Say nothing to the French.

I'll return in an hour.

MAN:
Pas tous les français sont
fidèles à la France.

Certains sont fidèles
à eux-mêmes.

Qui peut les en blâmer?

Ross is called away to Looe,
on business at the boatyard.

And the Royalists will
shortly sail from Falmouth.

I wish I were going with them.

But how shall we
distract ourselves meanwhile?

I know.

You could accompany me
to Tregothnan.

Lord Falmouth's gathering the
cream of Cornish aristocracy.

I'm no aristocrat.

You have nobler blood

than many who'll be
vying to attend.

Come, say you'll keep me
company.

MAN:
et remettre au pouvoir un
Bourbon, le comte de Provence,

le plus rapidement possible.

Non, non, non.

Mais oui, c'est
ce qu'il faut faire.

Ville par ville.

We're leaving.

MAN:
et d'arrêter cette tyrannie
une fois pour toute.

Est-ce que vous comprenez?

C'est ce qu'il va falloir faire!

HENSHAWE:
Never been to Roscoff.

Only once been on the One & All.

Mr. Trencrom said he was
the first respectable man

he'd had aboard!

We'll soon lead him astray.

I need no leadin'.

I've tricks of my own
up my sleeve.

ZACKY:
What happens when
we get to Roscoff?

Trencrom's men go about
their usual business.

And we acquire a smaller vessel.

Then take the river inland,

to a creek close
to the prison at Quimper.

Plans have changed.

Ross and his men
be on their own now.

Judas.

(men moaning)

(man yelps)

(men grunting and yelling)

Let me go!

(man coughing)

(gun fires)

(men cackling)

DEMELZA:
Have 'ee seen Drake?

Yesterday.

Wracked with grief
over the girl.

Left ye this note.

"Dear sister..."

Captain, beg
to report a stowaway.

Is that my concern?

He say so.

On account of the stowaway
insists on joinin' us.

DEMELZA:
"Do not blame
Captain Ross for this.

"You telled me
to find some purpose

"to help me forget Morwenna,

and this may do good
to someone, if not to I."

I know 'ee thought me harsh,

but I did fear this love would
break him, and so it has.

Is this God's will, too?

DRAKE:
I know what 'ee be thinking,

but let me prove myself.

I'm fearless.

That's no recommendation.

And steadfast and fierce.

Like his sister?

I say give him a chance.

You never know when an
extra man might come in handy.

You will obey my every command.

Without question.

Yes, sir.

Well done, then.

ZACKY:
Well done.

Drake told me
you broke with him.

Doubtless he'll soon forget me.

He might.

If we see him again.

WHITWORTH:
It was not without difficulty

my mother
secured your invitation.

I'm obliged to her.

She did so on the understanding
that you and she

would shortly be connected.

Through my marriage
to Miss Chynoweth?

She feels, if we do not
hear from the lady soon,

we must look elsewhere.

Morwenna is a respectable girl
who will not be hurried.

Nevertheless, I'm certain
you will receive

a favorable answer
within the month.

MORWENNA:
I'd never have broken with him

had I known what he'd do.

'Tis for the best.

The gulf between
your stations is...

Is great.

But greater still

the rift between our houses.

So I should marry a man
I do not love?

Will you find a way to let me
know when Drake returns?

If he returns.

DRAKE:
Do we not go ashore?

Roscoff's not
for the fainthearted.

What do Captain Ross intend?

ROSS:
Grab your belongings
and follow him.

We have a boat.

Your cousin has delayed
long enough.

I require an immediate answer.

Summon her from Trenwith.

No.

I have a better idea.

(door slams)

They've returned, unannounced!

What does it mean?

Nothing good for you, I fear.

ROSS:
Here is the best landing point
close to Quimper.

Put in there.

Wait for the cover of darkness,

and then make for the prison.

GEORGE:
You're quite certain of this?

Heard tell of it
in Sawle Kiddley.

'Ee do know I have ways of
keepin' my ear to the ground.

GEORGE (chuckles):
You may go.

That really is excellent.

A prison break on French soil

with respectable men
who are surely

being led to their deaths.

He's played right
into our hands!

But how could this affect us?

By affecting Ross's standing
amongst the local worthies.

You must see, my dear.

How can such a reckless fool

represent the district
in Parliament?

It is a question
I feel duty-bound to ask

tonight at Tregothnan.

(chuckling)

(door closes)

Tom Harry's got wind of it.

Judas, then half
the county'll know.

'Tis unlike to endanger
the mission,

since the news
cannot reach France.

So there's some consolation.

Precious little.

Ross wished it to remain secret
till he returned.

How can I keep it from Caroline?

A fever?

I must say, you look
none the worse for it.

I think I must
keep indoors tonight.

I was hoping you'd bide with me.

My dear, I'm beginning
to look like a recluse.

I must put in an appearance,

with or without my escort.

(clears throat)

Do you not like it?

It's so extravagant.

And?

Might it not seem,
in tonight's company,

that we're trying
too hard to impress?

Quite right, my dear.

No need for distractions.

Our mission is plain:

to thoroughly discredit
Ross Poldark

and position me as a candidate
in his stead.

(footsteps approaching)

Must I really go?

Did we not agree, my dear?

No more ingratitude.

Sharp as you can.

Everyone ashore.

Take cover in the woods.

(playing chamber piece)

Mr. and Mrs. Warleggan

and Miss Chynoweth.

ELIZABETH:
There's Lord Falmouth.

And who here might
effect an introduction?

ANNOUNCER:
Miss Penvenen
and Mistress Poldark.

Extraordinary.

I'm forced to ingratiate myself
with that idiot Whitworth,

whilst the scullery maid
strolls in

on the arm of an heiress.

Look at them.

Struttin' and swaggerin'
as if there be no war,

men riskin' their lives.

Pay them no heed, my dear.

Our task is to see
what news, if any,

we can glean
of the French landing.

ROSS:
This is the ground plan.

There's a series of buildings,

set in extensive grounds.

And here is the sentry gate,
through which we must pass

before coming
into the main prison.

The guards are changed
at midnight.

We go in at 1:00

and hope to catch them napping.

What is it?

When I first
mooted this venture,

I imagined we'd be
part of the Royalist landing,

taking advantage of the chaos

to break into the prison.

And now we've come on ahead,

we're that much more exposed.

Since this is not
what you enlisted for,

I feel you must be given
the chance to remain here.

Tholly and I will
make for the prison.

HENSHAWE:
Nay, Ross.

Speaking for myself,
my mind's set.

We're here for Dr. Enys, and
we'll not go home without him.

'Tis what we all signed up for.

Can I ask men
to take such a risk?

Yet how much have I risked
across the years, alongside you,

knowin' I might lose all,
and riskin' it anyway?

Mining's a risk.

Loving's a risk.

Living's a risk.

So tonight...

I'll take my chance.

(bell strikes once)

Is it time?

Bone, Ellery,
go back and guard the boat.

The rest of you certain?

No fool like an old fool.

ROSS:
Or a young one?

Keep low and follow me.

FALMOUTH:
He's been in numerous
skirmishes.

He is the most able navigator.

Ned Pellew thinks
the world of him.

Of course, the boy knows
what's expected of him.

He is a Boscowan, after all.

Though little good
it's done him.

Will you excuse me?

(whispers):
Clear.

HENSHAWE:
How many guards, do we think?

In addition to those
at the gate?

Six inside the building?

Another six off-duty, who knows?

Tell them no more,
young Captain,

lest they lose their appetite
for the task.

That won't happen.

How do we get past the guards?

Tholly, tie my hands.

(knocking on door)

J'ai un prisonnier échappé!

Au nom de la République,

ouvrez la porte!

Dépêchez-vous, eh?

Il fait froid!

(door opening)

Hé, t'es qui, toi?

(whistles)

(knocking on door)

Shh.

HENSHAWE:
Shh, keep quiet.

ROSS:
The prisoners
will be sleeping,

so let's endeavor
to pass through unnoticed.

At all costs, give no impression

we're here to free prisoners.

Aye, the last thing we want
is a mad stampede to escape.

ROSS:
Follow me.

What's going on?

Who are you?

Newly arrived here.

We have a message
for Dr. Enys.

Do you know where he is?

The infirmary...
Enys never leaves it.

Thank you, friend.

HUGH:
There's no
room in here.

We're looking
for Dr. Enys.

Who are you?

Captain Ross Poldark... you?

Lieutenant Armitage
of the Espion.

Sir, I think these men
have no business here.

ROSS:
No business with you.

We seek Dr. Enys

and mean only his good.

You have my word as an officer.

Sir, these man are armed.

And I'll slit your throat
if ye don't pipe down.

Have you broken in?

To take Enys?

Not a word.

Come with me.

What is it?

Do you want me?

ROSS:
Yes, Dwight.

We want you.

Ross.

My friend.

Make haste and come with us.

Come?

Where?

(laughs):
How?

What do you mean?

I mean that your friends
have risked life and limb

to free you.

But you must see
that's impossible.

I cannot abandon these men.

There are only four surgeons
in the entire camp.

So we should go home
without you?

Enys, you have more than
discharged your duty.

Don't be a fool, Enys.

We'd all escape
if we had the chance.

ENRIGHT:
Escape?

(yells):
Escape!

Damn the young fool,
he'll wake half of France.

We can't go back that way.

(shouts):
Is there another way out?

That way.

(men shouting)

(bell ringing harshly)

That's the alarm bell.

All the guards will be summoned.

Which is the way out?

There, that door.

THOLLY:
The guards, they'll be
waitin' for us!

We can't go back
through the church.

Then we're trapped.

GUARD:
Que tu fais là?

Attendez, faites attention!

(guests chatting and laughing)

Have you heard the rumors?

Which?

Ross Poldark's latest folly.

His reckless assault
on a French prison.

Surely not!

Let's take some refreshment.

The absolute futility
of such an act.

And what does it say of the man
who would attempt it?

What, indeed?

And did I hear

he's being considered
for some high office?

Dear God, is that
the kind of madman we want

representing us in Parliament?

(softly):
Hm.

Allez!

Load your weapons.

We'll make a stand.

My apologies, Dwight.

This is a poor sort of rescue.

Captain Ross!

I believe there be a better way.

ROSS:
Stay here.

Escape, escape, escape!

(men shouting)

ROSS:
Let's be gone.

Quickly!

(shouting in French)

Dépêchez-vous!

Would you prefer Oxford or Bath?

For what, sir?

Our honeymoon.

I prefer not to speak
of such a thing.

All the more to tease me?

I pray you, do not imagine...

Oh, but I do, my dear.

All the time.

(shouting in French)

HENSHAWE:
It's locked!

Over?

ROSS:
He'll never make it.

What do we do?

HENSHAWE:
I told you I'd have

something up my sleeve.

Stand back, lads!

Leave it to the expert.

Zacky, Tholly, take Dwight.

Nearly there!

Stand back, lads!

Take cover!

Get up, let's go!

Drake, come with me.

(shouting in French)

HENSHAWE:
Look out, Ross!

Watch out!

Ross, take mine.

ROSS:
Hensh, follow me!

(shouts)

(grunts)

ROSS:
He's hit!

(gun fires, Drake gasps)

ROSS:
We need a place
to hide him.

Dwight, Henshawe's hit.

(Henshawe rasping and groaning)

Can you hear me, Hensh?

What can be done for him?

Nothing.

Try.

If there was aught to be done,

do you think I'd spare myself?

I told him not to come.

But he wouldn't listen.

We're too old for this, Hensh.

What do we say?

"No fool like an old fool."

We'll be dead fools
if we don't get a gallop on.

Do 'ee think these Frenchies
be firin' for fun?

Help me carry him.

THOLLY:
We'll never make it!

DRAKE:
Then I'll stay with him.

ZACKY:
Nay, I will.

He was my captain and friend.

Let me stay...
I don't care what become of me.

There's no need to stay.

He's dead.

He's dead.

(French soldiers shouting
in distance)

DWIGHT:
Come away, Ross.

Ross!

Excuse me, I promised
Lord Falmouth the allemande.

Do you not dance, ma'am?

Does your husband
disapprove of the sport?

Not in the least.

How could he,
when his own pursuits

are so much more hazardous?

Is it not galling to be
married to such a hothead?

Bad enough in a 20-year-old,

but in a supposedly respectable
mine owner, in his 30s,

with a wife and children?

It's positively infantile.

Do you think he'll ever grow up?

I don't know, George.

Will you?

THOLLY:
Everyone down...
someone's coming.

Armitage!

Thank God it's you.

I thought you were
the guards.
Are you alone?

A dozen or so others escaped,

but we got separated.

They're headed for the coast.

I abandoned my post, Enys.

The thought of freedom
was too much for me.

DWIGHT:
'Twas too much for us all.

There's talk
of a Royalist landing.

Republican troops
are mobilizing.

If we're caught now, there'll be
no escape and no mercy.

Up!

(chamber music playing)

The power
of an ancient family name.

Chynoweths stroll in where
Warleggans fear to tread.

Did you manage
to advance our cause?

How?

By the subtle
disparaging of Ross.

I observed no such subtlety
from you.

Did you speak of his
adventures in France?

I might have done,
had Lord Falmouth

not mentioned his nephew
is a prisoner of war.

I felt it would be tactless

to refer to French prisons
at all,

let alone Ross's intention
to storm one.

So our mission has failed.

We're leaving.

Morwenna?

Excuse me.

Of course.

The Royalist landing has failed.

What?

De Sombreuil and the leaders
are captured.

My dear, what hope is there
for Dwight now?

Drake's hurt.

Help me get him aboard.

THOLLY:
Here's Dr. Enys.

Help him on.

Careful, muskets.

Set the oars.

Set the oars!

Poor Caroline.

I took her home
and put her to bed,

but I doubt she'll sleep.

Thank God Ross wasn't
part of the landin'.

Will 'ee tell Caroline?

To what purpose?

I don't know where Ross is,
if he even reached the prison,

or found Dwight alive.

Let alone escaped again.

You've been at it hours, Ross.

Take a rest.

It won't bring him back!

HUGH:
Allow me.

We're not out of danger yet.

No let-up!

We must get to Roscoff
before dark.

The One & All sails
on the evening tide.

We'll never do it!

ROSS:
We must!

Or we're trapped in Roscoff
for a fortnight!

Drake won't last a fortnight.

He won't last a day.

Nor will you.

His fever's worsening.

Unless I can
clean the wound soon,

it's likely to become infected.

And then he's done for.

DWIGHT:
Ross, Ross!

CAROLINE:
You let him die.

You let him die!

DEMELZA:
You're a disgrace.

Selfish, vainglorious, reckless.

GEORGE:
One can only agree.

You are the most despicable
of men.

DEMELZA:
Ross!

Ross!

THOLLY:
She's still there!

She's still there!

ZACKY:
At anchor, waitin' for us!

If we make haste,

we'll catch her before she sail.

Come on!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

I have a confession to make.

When we left Henshawe,

he was not dead.

He was dying.

He could not live an hour.

But in that hour I knew
that unless I lied,

you would willingly die
alongside him.

And that I could not permit.

What of Drake?

I think you will have one
less life on your conscience.

Ross, I haven't yet thanked you.

When you first appeared,
I thought you were a figment

of my imagination.

Hardly surprising.

I must have been the last person
you expected to see.

In truth, I expected
to die where I stood,

surrounded by men
I was unable to save.

Now?

Already I see that
I must keep myself occupied

or I shall begin to ask
the impossible question.

Which?

Why am I here and they are not?

The cove.

Nampara Cove.

Ross!

See, brother?

My prayers did work!

Judas, what happened?

Nothing, sister.

'Tis a scratch.

He'll need rest and warm.

We'll bring him up to the house.

Dwight!

Dwight, they brought you home!

DEMELZA:
And Zacky!

Oh, to see 'ee safe and well,

I never dared hope.

ZACKY:
We're more than
grateful to be here.

DEMELZA:
I don't know this gentleman.

Lieutenant Hugh Armitage

at your service, ma'am.

Captain Poldark
was my savior, too.

Then this means
it was a success.

You all returned home.

No.

Not all.

Captain Henshawe?

(weeping)

Prudie!

Make ready two beds.

One for Drake
and one for Dr. Enys.

'Tis done already, maid.

Ole Prudie'll see them right!

Bring them in, bring them in.

Beggin' your pardon, sir.

I thought 'ee'd wish to know.

The One & All
returned from France,

and Ross Poldark with her.

Dr. Enys was saved.

As expected.

Any casualties?

One wounded, one dead.

Captain Henshawe, from the mine.

Then the mission can hardly
be deemed a success.

To liberate one man
at the expense of another?

'Twas reckoned a success,
for up to 20 men also escaped.

One of them a person
of great importance.

A Lieutenant Armitage?

Lieutenant Hugh Armitage?

Yes, ma'am, I think
that 'twas the name.

You may go.

You know Lieutenant Armitage?

Only by name.

He's the nephew
of Lord Falmouth.

Scurvy has not
enhanced my looks.

I must beg a week
of Demelza's care

before I let Caroline
know I'm here.

I think it may be
too late for that.

(knocking on door)

BUTLER:
This way, please.

Do you feel strong enough
for a small surprise?

Dr. Enys.

Do I detect scorbutus?

I'm afraid so.

Well, then, I prescribe
fresh air, oranges...

And kisses without end.

Sleep'll do him powerful good.

Still think he's a pest?

Yes.

But a brave and fearless pest

who may have saved my life.

He has something of your spirit.

I suppose I must
learn to love him, too.

♪ Greater love hath no man
than he who for his friend ♪

♪ Lay down his life ♪

♪ And his name shall be
forever beloved ♪

♪ And his sacrifice
forever praised ♪

♪ Though we may
no longer behold him ♪

♪ In our hearts he liveth on ♪

♪ And the light may grow dark ♪

♪ Yet time will hold a flame
forevermore. ♪

(crying softly)

ROSS:
I should never
have let him come.

I should have foreseen
the consequences.

How could you?

How can we ever foresee
what will come of our actions?

HUGH:
I agree.

How could I foresee
that a month ago today

I'd be a free man?

How could you husband foresee
that in freeing his friend,

he'd liberate a man
he'd never met?

Well, I hope
whatever consequence

come of this liberty,

you take full advantage of it.

Believe me, ma'am.

I intend to.