All language subtitles for Poldark S03E06 Epiosde 3.6.DVDRip.HI.en.BBC

You really intend to leave us?

Soon as my wound heals.

There be nothin' here

for me now, sister.

I must find a new purpose.

A brush with death
can have that effect.

DRAKE:
And you, brother?

Will our rescue of Dr. Enys
be your last act of derrin'-do?

ROSS:
Unless visiting Aunt Agatha
falls into that category.

But yes.

That's the intention.

Where've I heard that before?

I wish you'd speak to Tom Harry.

He's so heavy-handed.

Any more of it
and I'll make him enlist.

(laughs lightly)

Will the war last long,
do you think?

With any luck, another 20 years.

It's tripled our income.

How?

But...
My dear,

do not trouble yourself
to understand the business.

The sun has risen;
the day is fine.

I've invited Osborne to visit.

We promised Morwenna more time.

Which she has had,
but there is now more urgency.

Thanks to Ross's lucky rescue
of Lord Falmouth's nephew,

he now has entrée
into the aristocracy.

And I do not.

Until we're allied
to the Godolphins.

So Morwenna will be wed
to Osborne, and soon.

AUNT AGATHA:
Well,

nephew!

You've certainly set

the tongues wagging.

Prison breaks!

Roasting the Frenchies!

Whatever next?

A less perilous venture, Aunt.

Clearing the long field
at Nampara.

Dull.

Not for our starving miners.

When George closed
Wheal Leisure,

many lost everything.

If I can gift them the land,
at least they can eat.

George'll be disappointed.

Perhaps you should inform
him on your way out.

He's here?

Returned last week.

And you didn't think to tell me?

Why would I?

You're a Poldark.

This is a Poldark house.

Thank you, Aunt.

But I fear I must now
devise another escape

from enemy territory.

(knocking)

AUNT AGATHA:
Come in.

MORWENNA:
Oh.

Captain Poldark.

ROSS:
Miss Chynoweth.

It appears my visits
here must cease.

Can I rely on you
to see my aunt is cared for?

Of course.

Is Drake...

recovering?

Slowly.

He acquitted himself bravely.

Would you like me
to convey a message?

Yes, I...

Thank you...

no.

(Valentine crying)

(footsteps on stairs)

What is that... sound?

Surely not?

(toads croaking)

I ordered them cleared.

Where the deuce is Tom Harry?

(toads singing)

(laughing)

(distant crowd roaring)

SOLDIER:
What is this place?

Where am I?

(explosion)

Will you take almond biscuits?

Or shall I send to Truro
for marzipan?

My love, I've no appetite.

When I'm hungry, I'll eat.

Shall we go for a drive
in the carriage?

Or make a four at quadrille?

Caroline, please.

I hope I'm not intrudin'.

Not at all.

You've saved Dwight from
his worst nightmare... cards.

How does the patient?
Very impatient.

And often delirious.

Keeps babbling about
rejoining the navy.

That is my profession,
and when I'm recovered...

Scold him, Demelza.

As if he were not needed
here by his wife?

And has not earned
a life of quiet luxury?

To be enjoyed to the full

once our marriage
becomes public.

Is Drake recovering?

Too quick.

When he's mended,
he means to leave us.

I understand.

His love is lost.

A clean slate seems
the only option.

CAROLINE:
But in your case, my love,
it was a dreadful mistake.

See what it led to.

And hope is never
as dead as one fears.

Nor marriage between
two classes impossible.

You and Ross,

Dwight and I.

Are we not all proof of that?

ROSS:
Gentlemen, ladies,
I give you our new mine captain,

Mr. Zacky Martin.

ZACKY:
Truly...

I feel the honor keenly,

knowin' who stood
here before me.

(applause)

You'll miss it here.

Yet I must go.

When hope's gone,
'tis as well to know.

If it is gone.

I suspicion that nothin's lost.

Till we say so.

She can't mean
for I to try again?

She'd give anythin'
for 'ee to stay.

In truth, so would I.

Are the gardeners mistaken?

Has Ross Poldark

been making regular
visits in my absence?

To see Aunt Agatha, yes.

That woman

has conspired with Ross

against me.

And has clearly been abetted.

By whom?

You surely don't suggest
Geoffrey Charles is to blame?

But clearly someone
must be held responsible.

I did know of Captain Poldark's
visits to Miss Agatha,

but felt it was not my place
to question them.

Did you ever meet him here?

Aside from this morning?

Do you mean to tell me
he was here?

Under my very nose.

Am I master here or not?

You will prepare yourself
to meet Mr. Whitworth.

I've invited him here
and expect you

to give him a warm reception.

Oh, but... I'd hoped
for more time.

Miss Chynoweth, if you had any
idea of the agony he suffers

whilst awaiting your answer.

He is quite distraught

and hardly knows
what to do with himself.

(moaning)

I thought ye'd be wed by now.

The delay is deuced awkward.

A man has needs.
Mm.

If they remain
unfulfilled by a wife,

he must satiate them elsewhere.

(moaning)

And, er, your intended?

Do she have a sturdy
or a gentle nature?

What's that to you?

Or me, for that matter?

(moaning)

Oh!

Good day to you both.

PASSERSBY:
Captain... Captain...

OSSIE:
You find me about

God's holy work.

I'm sure it's much
needed hereabouts.

Indeed.

Yes.

It is my mission to bring
fallen women to God.

We all have

our cross to bear.

(chuckling)

GEORGE (shouting):
Do I or do I not
give you my...

Should you be venturing
downstairs, ma'am?

Let me help you back
to your room.

What, and have me miss
the entertainment?

GEORGE:
Were you not instructed
to clear the pond,

down to the very last specimen?

And so we did.

So I can't imagine

how they came to return.

You will set about
the task again.

And this time, I want no trace
of the loathsome objects.

AUNT AGATHA:
When Francis and Ross

were boys, they loved toads.

Ross especially.

He would never

have had them killed.

But then,

he was not
for mindless destruction.

Much prefers

a rescue mission.

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
In France, he beat 20 men
single-handed.

I believe the reports
were exaggerated.

GEORGE:
And how do we know he
didn't send in his men

while he himself waited outside?

You're not a soldier, George.

You wouldn't understand.

Such an honor, to be allowed
to walk along of such a man.

Bask in his glory.

And all you did
was no more lawful

than breakin' Jim Carter
out of Bodmin,

but then you were a felon.

Now you're a hero.

The irony has not escaped me.

And how was Caroline?

And Dwight?

I don't know.

There's something.

It seem to me
they're ill at ease.

Dwight's far away, and...

Caroline just talks.

I suspected as much.

In some ways, bringing Dwight
home was the easy part.

There!

(laughing)

Drake's toads from last
summer must have bred.

I hope not.

But he did it for us, Wenna.

To make us laugh.

(laughing)

You especially.

I?

He told me he thought

you looked sad sometimes.

And that he'd do anything
to make you smile.

Did he really say that?

DRAKE:
Do 'ee doubt it?

If we see a chance

to give or take pleasure
in this world...

ought we not

to seize it?

But...

surely, we've no right
to expect happiness?

All we can do is our duty.

I believe 'tis our duty
to find happiness.

In great things, or small.

Like toads.

(laughing)

SERVANT:
Master Geoffrey!

I'll return directly.

(receding footsteps)

You shouldn't have done it.

Did 'ee laugh when 'ee saw 'em?

A little.

Then it was worth it.

Please don't attempt it again.

Some things are not
worth the risk.

But some are.

Why have you come?

I sent you away.

And I went.

Meanin' to put ye behind me.

But all I could
think of was you.

Day, night. Sun, moon.

Sleepin', wakin',
workin', dreamin'.

My life is naught without you.

I think you should go.

Tell me ye wish me to go then.

For I cannot believe the words
till I know they've come

from the heart.

Drake, why do you suppose
this has anything to do

with the heart?!

That is not how the world works.

But we are in the world
and we must keep to its rules.

Yes!
Must we?

And if you don't know that

by now...
I don't know anythin',

Morwenna, except for
what you tell me.

So look me in the eyes and tell
me you don't love me.

(exhales)

I must go.

Will I see 'ee soon?

I'll send word.

And I'll send more toads.

If you were caught...

I shan't be.

Just to know it made 'ee smile.

(croaking)

Oh...

(door closes)

My love?

Shall we to bed?

Forgive me.

I'm so accustomed to being awake

at all hours of the night.

I barely know how
to sleep these days.

I was not suggesting sleep.

I think I'll go downstairs
and read awhile.

There's much work
to catch up on.

(door opens and closes)

Do you think Dwight
and Caroline ill suited?

I think Caroline
is in love with Dwight,

or rather, the idea of Dwight.

But I don't think
she'll ever know him.

Especially now.

Now?

War takes a man places
where no one can follow.

But if a man's wife
cannot help him,

who can?

(distant croaking)

(louder croaking)

Where is...

Tom Harry!

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
He did it again, Wenna.

He did it again.

(laughing)

DEMELZA:
Well, Ross, should we be off?

I think I know
who can help Dwight.

Is there no end
to your incompetence?!

Begging your pardon, sir.

These're not the toads
we got rid of before.

These're ordinary toads, as live
in the ponds of Marazanvose.

So?

TOM HARRY:
So...

Maybe they walked here.

Or maybe they've been brought.

Why would anyone do that?

Aye. There's
a mystery.

The name Warleggan being
so popular in the district.

Of course.

Who else knows of my aversion?

Who else would take

the trouble to antagonize me

in this way?

Ross?

But that's so childish.

But typical
of his scheming and malice.

I want five men on guard

from tonight.

Cancel all other duties.

The person responsible
will be caught red-handed.

(whispering)

And did you laugh?

We tried not to.

(chuckling)

But really, the croaking
was deafening.

And Mr. Warleggan angry?

I left before he was up.

But he will be furious.

Cousin Elizabeth told me
he's had an aversion to toads

ever since school.

There was an incident.

Involvin' Cap'n Ross?

I suspect so.

Then I can't stop now.

Drake, you must.

'Tis not worth the risk.

And did we not agree...

some things are worth it?

(whistling)

(chatter)

(flute playing)

Shall we begin?

The sooner we clear,
the sooner we plant.

WOMAN:
Rakes.

ZACKY:
'Tis a generous thought, Ross.

But should ye not better keep
this meadow for your children?

How much land does a man need?

And besides, people have to eat.

DEMELZA:
No Drake?

Alas, he be fallin' into sin.

Nay, brother,
I believe what he be feelin'

be more akin to love.

But not holy love, sister.

Carnal love be damned
in the eyes of the Lord.

Then mayhap the Lord
should ope' his eyes wider

and see the beauty of the thing.

But the soul, sister?

This so-called love may spoil it
for the life to come.

And the life that's now?

Well, where I stand,
there's much that's pure

and good and beautiful.

And I'd sooner worship that

than fret about the next life.

And so, I venture, would Drake.

Stick more.
Eh?

To that line.
Yup, very good.

Good boy.

GEORGE:
You seem feverish, Morwenna.

Are you unwell?

MORWENNA:
Oh... no, sir,

but the air was so
bracing today.

You recollect Mr. Whitworth
is to visit us soon?

I know you'll consider
the benefits of the match,

not only to yourself,

but also to your
mother and sisters.

A life of penury,

from which you yourself
have been saved.

Yes, should I choose to wed
Mr. Whitworth.

(door opens and closes)

(echoing, distant shouting)

PRISONER:
Am I dead?

Is this hell?

DWIGHT:
We're all in hell now.

Caught you!
(yelping)

(breathing raggedly)

What's the matter?

Dwight?

(crying)

What is it? Tell me.

(sobbing)

Come, my love.

You never used to be so girlish.

Shall I be forced
to prescribe hartshorn?

Opium is more effective.

For what?

Inducing oblivion.

What's happened to my husband?

ROSS:
I've brought someone

who may help you find him.

Beg pardon, ma'am.

Is Drake Carne here?

I've a message for him.

He may be in danger.

CAROLINE:
But you're not a surgeon.

How can you help him?

Armitage!

Excuse me.

(Dwight laughing)

You have no idea
how glad I am to see you.

CAROLINE:
I don't understand.

He's safely returned
to his wife and home.

Why is that not enough?

Be patient with him.

(cooing)

AUNT AGATHA:
Crooked little mite,
isn't he?

Rickets is a cruel disease.

No sign of it yet, of course.

It'll be later when he goes to
school and can't run fast enough

to escape the bullies.

Boys can be cruel,

can't they?

Especially to one
that gives himself airs.

Especially to one whose
grandfather was a blacksmith.

As your nephews
never ceased to remind me.

Georgie,

t'was not your grandfather
they mocked,

but your pitiful attempts
to deny him.

That's what
you never understood.

ZACKY:
This time next year, we'll be
harvestin' oats and barley.

SAM:
By the grace of God.

I'm away home
to put the children to bed.

Take my share of the vittles.

In exchange for my share of ale?

ZACKY:
A proper day's work.

Good ale, licky pie.

What more could a man want for?

PRUDIE:
Note.

Brought for Mr. Drake.

Master Geoffrey
couldn't find him

at the cottage, so left it here.

Why would he write to Drake?

What do it mean,
"George has set a trap...

to catch whoever is filling
the pond with toads"?

(laughing)
Do he think it's Drake?

Is it Drake?

Very like.
Judas!

Then he's walkin'
straight into it.

I must go and stop him!
Nay, maid.

Not a word to Ross.

(toads croaking)

(shouting commands to horse)

(toads croaking)

(Drake panting)

(branches breaking)

(splash)

That way!

After 'em!

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(grunts)
(crash)

(grunting)

DEMELZA:
Prudie shouldn't
have told you.

ROSS:
Of course she should.

You young fool!

Suppose you'd been recognized.

Or your sister.

I wasn't thinkin'...

ROSS:
You cannot imagine

how delighted George
would be to have you

or me in his power.

What the hell
were you playing at?

Toads.

Toads?

I was fillin' his pond
with them.

Continuing a family tradition.

How?

When we were at school...

I used to fill his britches
with them.

(laughing)

(slams table)

You let them escape!

And failed even
to identify them.

But of course it was Ross;
I'm not an idiot.

There's no one else
would go out of their way

to vex me in this manner.

(Aunt Agatha snorts,
Geoffrey Charles snickers)

Did I mention

I've good news from Harrow?

Geoffrey Charles is to
start there next term.

Oh...

A fine thought, is it not?

A new home and new friends?

(George clears his throat)

Master Geoffrey!

Ah... ooh!

Did I hurt you?

My wound from the rescue
of Dr. Enys.

Not from carrying toads, then?

(laughing nervously)

Uncle George had men
on guard all night,

and still,
they couldn't catch you.

Well, fancy that.

It was you, wasn't it?

Lord, I'll miss you.

Uncle George is sending
me away to school.

Oh. Then I'll miss 'ee too.

And Miss Morwenna.

What will she do with herself
when ye've gone?

Oh, she'll have no time
to think of me

once she's wed.

Wed? To who?

Oh, a clergyman, I think.

Uncle George arranged it.

A Mr. Whitworth?

But what do Miss Morwenna say?

Oh, I don't believe
she's overly keen,

but Mama said
it's a great match,

so I expect she'll come
around soon enough.

You've been a great
friend to me, Drake,

so I've brought you a gift.

Oh, no, Master Geoffrey.

'Tis enough to have
had your friendship.

You can open it later
if you'd rather.

I'll be offended
if you don't take it.

On one condition.

You carry a message
to Miss Morwenna.

Of course.

So the boy
will go away to Harrow.

Yes.

And if it takes a fortnight
there and back, what of it?

A fortnight?

Two weeks traveling

means two weeks less at home,
which is

surely the intention.

The intention is
to provide my stepson

with the best education
money can buy.

AUNT AGATHA:
There was I thinking

it was to get him away
from his mother

so the crooked mite

can take his place.

(Elizabeth walks off)

Call Tom Harry.

(gasps)

Is it your wound?

Nay.

That luggard Tom Harry
catched I such a clout.

Let me see.

So you know...

I'm to be wed.

Why've 'ee kept it from me?

Oh, Drake, for so long,

I've tried to keep it
from myself.

You must know I've no love
for any man except...

What's the use in saying it?

We can never be together.

Why can't we?

Because I'm low-born?

Because I bring nothin'?

Not money, not a home,
not a good name.

Do you think I care about that?

Suppose I did ask 'ee to wait.

Till I've made a goodly livin',

till I can provide
for 'ee proper?

Say nothin' now.

Go home.

Consider all I've said.

Give me answer
when you're ready.

Soon, then.

I will give it soon.

Be it sacrilege to say so,

I believe there be miracles
after all.

Of what nature?

Miss Morwenna's to refuse
Mr. Whitworth

and give her hand to you?

Can it be so?

When I've earned enough
to provide for her.

Ross and I could help you.

ROSS:
Are you sure

Miss Chynoweth has the strength

to stand up to George?
She do say so.

DEMELZA:
And I think
if she truly

love Drake,

there's naught
that could sway her.

Are you out of your mind?

I beg you will forgive me.

I cannot accept
Mr. Whitworth's hand.

It's not as if there's any
urgency to be rid of her.

Keeping her means we can delay

sending Geoffrey Charles
away to school.

My dear, you forget one thing.

The desirability of aligning
ourselves with the Godolphins.

And are we now to be thwarted
by some nonsensical ideas

of girlish sentiment?

(door closes)

Well?

GEORGE:
Morwenna!

Perhaps you can
clarify something?

How long have you been meeting
with Drake Carne?

I... uh...

Six months?
A year?

I've questioned the servants.

It appears you've been
seeing him regularly.

And have embroiled
Geoffrey Charles

in your deceit.

It was Geoffrey Charles who
first took a liking to him,

and I thought, because he was

a Poldark relative,
what harm could there be?

What harm in fraternizing with
a relative of my sworn enemy?

I was glad to see Geoffrey
Charles

so happy, and yes,

I entered into that happiness
and allowed Drake

to become fond of me,
and I of him.

And, as a consequence, now
refuse the impeccable match

we've arranged,
instead have given yourself

to an illiterate miner.

I have not "given myself."

ELIZABETH:
Nevertheless,

it's plain that
our family is now tainted

by its association with you.

Mr. Whitworth must of course be
released from his obligation.

And you must be sent home

to your mother as soon as
it can be arranged.

I understand.

(door closes)

She does not appear
at all dismayed.

I thought Caroline
was different.

I thought she'd
have imagination,

yet she seems incapable of
imagining what it's like

to come home to a life
which is utterly vacuous.

My mother's no different.

She tries to tell me

of the latest intrigues,
the newest fashions.

DWIGHT:
Does that not infuriate you?

ARMITAGE:
All the time.

And then I remember that
she's not lived as I have lived,

as we have lived.

AUNT AGATHA:
For my birthday,

I want a new gown.

Let Mistress Trelask

come and take measurements.

(quietly):
Preferably for your coffin.

AUNT AGATHA:
And have the date marked

in the family Bible as proof
that I outlasted any Poldark

afore me.

(laughing)

Oh, Geoffrey, that reminds me.

This morning,
I noticed your Bible

was not in its place
beside the bed.

Has it been moved?

(clucking)

'Tis good of 'ee
to help, sister.

I must make the most of it.

Someone else may be
here next year.

What business have 'ee here?

You, stay here and keep guard.

DEMELZA:
You can't go in there.

That's trespassing.

DRAKE:
You can't just...

What do they want?

What do 'ee think to find?

This be a God-fearin',
law-abidin' house.

You can't take that.

'Twas a gift from a friend.

Drake Carne,

I have orders to take
thee to Truro Jail.

On what charge?

Theft of a valuable Bible
from the house

of Mr. George Warleggan.

Bible?
I never even opened it

to see what it was.

DEMELZA:
Judas.

I'd no idea 'twas
such a fine thing.

Why would he give it t' me?

It’s worth must be...

Upwards of 40 shillings?

This is a mistake.

This Bible, t'was a gift.

Take him away.

Ye have no proof it were theft!

I tell you, it was freely given.

Describe it to me.

DEMELZA:
Leather,

very ornate,

with a silver clasp and buckle.

Tom Harry said its worth could
be upward of 40 shillings.

(sighs)
Dammit.

What?

Theft of goods worth
40 shillings or more

is a capital offense.

Capital?

Well, ye mean Drake could hang?

We must tell them
there's been a mistake.

Drake's not the sort
to steal, Ross!

I'll go and plead before
the magistrate myself.

A good plan but for one thing.

The magistrate is George.

What?

Why else do you think
he's arranged it this way?

Not only will your pleas
fall on deaf ears,

he'd be all the more vicious
with the sentencing.

Judas, Ross!

Why could you not
have been magistrate?

Why did you turn down the chance

when it was offered?

The thought has occurred to me.

(panting)

So, what's to be done?

(doors banging, keys jangling)

Ah, the hero

of Quimper.

How dull it must seem
to be home.

On the contrary.

Since your decision to prosecute
my brother-in-law.

You admit the connection?

ROSS:
Should I be ashamed of it?

To be related to a thief?

He's no such thing,
as you well know.

Geoffrey Charles...
Is a child.

Whose emotions are
easily played on.

Your brother-in-law

insinuated himself
into his affections,

into this household,
where he contrived to steal

a valuable family item,

hoping no doubt to turn it
into ready money.

He's a Methodist.

How likely is that?

Furthermore, he callously
engaged the affections

of an impressionable

young girl, and, finally,
deliberately polluted

my grounds on several
occasions this summer.

With what?

A type of... amphibian.

That was wrong of him.

George, my brother-in-law
appears to have

a deep attachment

for Geoffrey Charles and
Morwenna, and they for him.

His attempt to gain influence
over two naive young gentlefolk

is an intolerable presumption.

Because of the disparity
in station?

But have you yourself
not so presumed?

In marrying Elizabeth?

Get out of my house.

One moment.

I ask you to consider

whether we can achieve
a settlement out of court.

If only for the sake
of our wives.

Your wife is no concern of mine,

and Elizabeth has no interest
in the matter.

Nor her cousin, Miss Chynoweth?

When this case comes to court,
her involvement will be known,

at considerable harm

to her reputation.

Miss Chynoweth has indeed
compromised herself,

so is being sent home
to her mother.

Her engagement
to Mr. Whitworth

is at an end.

Likewise her association
with this family.

So you can dismiss any thoughts

of blackmailing me
into submission.

Let him go, George.

The boy is charged;
there's nothing more to say.

(clears throat, ruffles papers)

Very well.

There's unrest in the district.

There's always unrest

in the district.
But more so.

Since the fencing
of common land,

taking back a meeting house,
shutting down a mine

while still in profit.

Only my influence has prevented
a repetition of the attack

which occurred on your house

last year.

If Drake Carne hangs,
the people will rise up

and I will be powerless
to stop them.

Idle threats.

You sure?

You make me ashamed, Armitage.

You are the navigator;
I, the physician.

Yet you found the cure.

Not the cure, but a direction,

by which we may come at a cure.

And if that doesn't work,

there's always poetry.

(laughing)

(horse whinnies)

So, Drake will hang?!

Not if I can help it.

Where are you goin'?

ROSS:
To engage an attorney,

to discover who else
is on the bench

so I may throw myself

on their mercy.

And to ask Dwight Enys
and Hugh Armitage to plead

on Drake's behalf.

(horse neighing)

SAM:
God forgive me.

I've failed.

No, Sam.

All these years I spent
tryin' to snatch souls

from the foul fiend,

I can't save my own brother
from the noose.

Of course I'll testify.

Do you think it'll do any good?

I have no idea.

But I can't let him die
without a fight.

You're a good friend, Ross.

I won't forget
what you did for me.

I wish there was a way
to repay you.

There is.

Tell Caroline.

What?

How it stands with you now.

She'll never understand.

Try her.

I wonder, my dear,
is there a better way?

Of course, I endorse your right
to see the boy punished.

But Ross was very clear
about the consequences.

Are you afraid of him?

I only mean that...

if there was a way to compromise
without seeming to yield.

OSSIE:
I need no announcing!

Of course they'll see me!

I'm here to inform you
that there are now

several other parties clamoring
to become Mrs. Whitworth.

And since Miss Chynoweth
seems blind

to the advantages
of our proposed match,

I must beg to be released
from my obligation.

Of course,

if you wish.
One moment, sir.

Would you excuse us

for five minutes?

By all means.

(laughing smugly)

(door closes)
Is this not good news?

Now we need not tell him
of Morwenna's disgrace.

It is excellent news.

But not for that reason.

OSSIE:
(gasps)
Ah.

(door closes)

You know, do you not,
that we wish

only the best for you?

'Tis a pity such kindness
extends no further.

For then an innocent man
would not lie in jail.

You seem very sure
he's innocent.

I would stake my life on it.

And what, I wonder, would you
stake to see him acquitted?

GUARD:
Come on, boy,
let's be having you.

(voices yelling outside)

I only hope my testimony will be
as much use to Drake

as it was for Ross in Bodmin.

You're an escaped
prisoner-of-war and a hero.

If they don't heed you.

Let us pray, sister.

'Tis all we can do.

Save your breath.

It may not be needed after all.

I can't believe they let you go.

The charge was just dropped.

Lord knows why.

Truly, He move
in mysterious ways.

PRUDIE:
What will ye do now,
Master Drake?

How will 'ee celebrate?

By accepting my offer
to find him a share

in a profitable business,

so that he may go
and ask for the hand

of a certain young lady.

Oh, is she free?

Sent home to her mother
in disgrace.

The engagement's off.

(laughing)

(birds singing)

Ross told me I must tell you.

You're leaving me.

No.

My desire to return to the navy

is not for want of love for you,

but for want of knowing
how to live in this world.

This place, lovely as it is,

it now seems alien to me.

Accustomed to the cries
of wounded men,

the quiet appalls me.

I have slept so long
on filthy straw

that soft linen
seems wanton luxury.

Having lived in the shadow
of the firing squad,

the least noise makes me scream.

And every breath I take
makes me feel guilt...

that I am here
and others are not.

You think me ungrateful
if I decline an invitation

or some delicacy
you've prepared.

But in truth, I've no appetite

for food or society.

All I wish is to hide away

till the world no longer
seems strange to me.

Is that why Ross sent
for Hugh Armitage?

There is a...

There is a kind of bond

between men who have seen
atrocities and survived,

a need to talk,

until all the horror
is talked away.

I will not have you
hear such things,

but, till Hugh came,

I knew not how
to be rid of them.

And are you now rid of them?

It's a beginning.

Can you bear with me?

I can bear anything.

Now that I know I've not
lost your love.

(door opens)

I think congratulations
are in order.

One stone, many birds.

DEMELZA:
A boatyard, maybe...

DRAKE:
Or a smithy...

With its own cottage...

Not as it need be grand.

Miss Morwenna
have no airs and graces.

Nay, I believe she'd be

content with a sty
if she have you alongside her.

Note just come

from Trenwith.

It's Aunt Agatha's hand.

♪♪