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Father would be amazed.

At our new engine?

And my reading matter.

I think he would approve
of both.

Trevithick makes bold claims for this engine.

50 fathoms!

Can it really drain
so deep?

I hope so.

We've just sunk the last
of our capital into it.

Free trading is a capital offense.

Take him to Truro Jail!

Stand aside!

WOMAN:Ted?
Go on!

Ted!

Go on!

Where were they caught?

Tregunna Cove.

Tregunna?

You may well be surprised!

Last place anyone would expect a landing.

'Tis why we chose it.

'Tis full of rocks
and teasy currents

So was it just ill luck?

Or did someone betray us?

Gentlemen,
it is a pleasure

to have you with us
on our adventure.

Pleasure's ours,
Mr. Poldark.

And to be frank,
the joy's gone out of Leisure

since George Warleggan
acquired more shares.

There's talk of lower earnings,
even closures.

That won't happen
while I still have a stake.

Your stake is now so small
as to be insignificant.

As is mine.

All we can do
is take our dividends

and watch others make decisions.

Now our affections lie
with Grace.

She may be temperamental,
but least she's ours.

Shall we go to work?

Sir.

Thank you.

Ted Carkeek's
been arrested.

He's in court
this afternoon.

I must go.

My knee still pains me, sir.

All the time?

Only when it
goes stiff.

'Tis like someone turn
a key and lock it.

Dr. Choake did advise

to cut it off.

A convenient solution,
Charlie.

For him.

I want you to keep it bound
for a week

until I come
to see you again.

I don't see
it's needful for you

to be fiddlin' with it
so oft, surgeon.

Rosina do get along fine
as she is.

If I can help your daughter,

that's surely a good thing,
is it not,

Mr. Hoblyn?

Will any of you
go to court?

And see Ted sent
for transportation?

Or worse!Don't say that.

'Tis gauger Vercoe
to blame.

He'll not turn
a blind eye.

There's talk
of an informer.

Since when?

Mr. Trencrom
sent word today.

And it isn't like Trencrom
to raise false alarm.

But who could it be?

Trencrom say
it could be anyone.

Do I look distinguished?

Perhaps you should be
aiming for severe.

Is that the best way
to help Ted, I wonder?

Mighty fligged out
for the mine, Francis!

I'm due in court, Aunt.

On what charge?

Carrying out my duties
as a magistrate.

Come, Master Jeremy!

Let's have ye scrubbed up!

DEMELZA:Ross, I don't think
you should go.

Ted is one of my tenants

and workers.And a fellow free trader.

How will it look
if you're seen to sympathize?

As if you're involved,
which you are!

Three drops in our cove
already this year.

But this was not our cove,
and no one can point the finger.

Yet.

What would you have me do?

Not go to court.

And tell Trencrom he may
no longer use our cove.

And save himself our fee?

So we have even less
coming in?

Is that what you want?

Are you not afeared

to think of one of our own
betraying us?

Of course I'm concerned.

I'll be on my guard.

I will look twice
at even our closest friends.

But still go to court?

I think I must.

I'll fetch my hat.

Was that a yawn, Horace?

Shall you find this place

awfully dreary
after a year in London?

We needn't stay long
once our engagement's

announced tonight.

Uncle Ray!

Caroline, my dear.

Well, are you ready
to embrace your fate?

Do you suppose Mrs. Figg
has any marzipan for Horace?

Shall we ride to Truro
and find some for you?

So... she has agreed
to your engagement?

Well, I think so.

Unwin, I seldom entertain,

and the sole reason
for tonight's dinner

is to make an announcement.

You'd better be sure
there is one.

That cough
has worsened, Aunt.

Would you have me call
Dr. Choake?

If I wished
to be bled to death!

I've already sent
for someone.

Dr. Enys?

Someone far more
sensible.

And that conclude my evidence, your worship,

only to add that
I hope ye see fit

to send these men
to the gallows, for how else

may we break our shores
of this iniquitous trade?

We thank you for your
diligence, Mr. Vercoe.

You may stand down.

A straightforward case,I think?

Mm.

In the context
of the monstrous events

still unfolding
in France?

I agree with you, sir.

My concern...

Which I share,

is how to balance
severity of judgment

with the appearance
of mercy.

The appearance
of mercy?

For as you say,
our duty is

to allay rebellion,
not stoke it.

But the punishment...

Oh, I agree,
it should not be

a crown of thorns for them
to wear with pride.

Yet if they wish to make
martyrs of themselves...

Then let us disappoint them.

We both know the type:
bone idle.

One only has to look at them.

FRANCIS:Then let us
sentence them

to the last thing
that they would seek.

Ignominious, backbreaking,
without a shred of honor.

Sentenced to three months
hard labor.

I take my hat off to you, Francis.

You played him
at his own game,

something I've
never achieved.

Can you live
with yourself?

Oh, I think so.

I know for a fact that Halse
has brandy in his cellar

which came
from such a run.

Don't let that
reassure you.

With an informer at large,
this won't be the last case

which comes before the court.

And our friend Halse will be
keen to make the next man pay.

Dr. Enys!

How fares
our little backwater?

A good deal duller than London,
I imagine.

You imagine right.

Having just returned,
I'm already yawning.

Can you prescribe me
a pick-me-up?

Do your mining interests
not invigorate?

On the contrary.

But perhaps your interest
in Wheal Leisure

is not in actual mining.

Do I hear you're now physician
at Killewarren?

Mr. Penvenen keeps
in good health.

I rarely see him.

Whereas I saw a good deal
of his niece in London.

I trust she was well.

You've not heard
from her?

Nor did I expect to.

Then I assume
her arrival here today

with Unwin, for their special
announcement this evening,

will not inconvenience you?

Not in the least.

Good day to you, sir.

Dr. Enys!

How diverting!

Miss Penvenen.

How is the scurvy in Sawle?

Better, I thank you.

The potato crop
did not fail this year

and there were apples.

But no oranges?

Dear me,

were there no other ladies
hereabouts

to whom you might appeal
and tug on their heart strings

in the name of charity?

I hope you're in good health,
Miss Penvenen.

I bid you good day.

We meet
after a year's absence

and you haven't
a civil word for me?

I'm old-fashioned
in these matters, Miss Penvenen.

I thought civility should be
shown on both sides.

Would you excuse me?

Verity!

My dears!

Oh!

How is she?

All the better for seeing you.

Let's hope she learns
I can only stay a few days.

It's good to have you home.

Ah!

The prodigal returns.

How was London?

Invigorating.

And home to many fine banks.

I wonder, is it not time
we had one of our own in Truro?

I have news.

Of an interesting
document.

Mm-hmm?

A promissory note
for 1,000 pounds

with interest at 40%.

The lender believes
it will never be repaid.

If we offered to buy the debt...

Why would we do that?

Because the debtor

would then be at our mercy.

You seem lively tonight.

Could it be that
Jeremy's safe abed

and we're dining out
at Killewarren

after a year of turnips
and tetty pie?

Take care you don't
overdo the port

and trip over Caroline
Penvenen's intended.

Perhaps if I did, my husband
would pay me attention.

Have I been so neglectful
of late?

Ask your other wife:
Grace.

True, she is
more taxing than you.

But not as lovely.

So tonight, you'll have eyes
for none but me?

Tonight, I'll have eyes
for none but you.

New dress?

If only.

You?

How I wish.

Shall we go in?

Do you not agree that

since I've become an MP,
Cornwall is a better place?

In what regard?

Why, only today, we've seen
the arrest of more smugglers.

For which you take credit?

Mm.

Since I've made it
my mission

to curb lawlessness
among the vulgars.

Which reminds me,
may I seek your advice

on the shameful lack
of banking premises in Truro?

Awkward?

Not for me.

Last time we met,
he went head over heels.

I doubt he'll be keen
to repeat the experience.

Please be seated, everyone!

Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.

Must you sit here, Unwin?

Have you not had enough
of my company in London?

I hope to have it officially
after tonight.

Captain Poldark,

have you been
in any scrapes

since I've been away?

I was most diverted

by your last
court appearance.

I try to avoid the place
whenever possible, ma'am.

By leading
a virtuous life?

I'm attempting to,ma'am.

I fear the execution
is often beyond me.

She's very striking, isn't she?

Do you believe that
what the eye does not admire,

the heart does not desire?

It's always been so with me.

As you should know.

Should I?

We see little
of each other now.

I'm not sure
I know you at all.

Nor I you.

But that's hardly surprising.

How much did we ever know
of each other?

Even before...

Before you went away?

It seems like
a lifetime ago.

In some ways.

So you have returned,
Captain.

Aye, ma'am.

I was plagued
with a fever

and have come back
to convalesce.

Well, doubtless you'll enjoy
exploring the coves hereabouts.

Looking for the smugglers,
are you, sir?

But surely
after your last visit,

you've quite
put them down?

Aye, but they're
damnably sly, ma'am.

One can never be certain
how they're disguised.

I hope you do not suppose me
to be such a one!

It's only now I realize

how young you were
when you promised to marry me.

I should have been old enough
to know my own mind.

Let us agree that
you were young,

and then you thought
I was dead.

Did I?

Or did I think
I loved Francis better?

How soon I discovered
my mistake.

This is some pleasant jest,
surely?

If it is,
then it's against myself.

Is it so astonishing
that a woman

who changed her mind once
would change it twice?

Cannot a woman love two men?

Cannot a man love two women?

I'm with Francis

and happy to be so.

We're alike in many ways.

But a piece of my heart
will always be yours,

as a piece of yours
will always be mine.

...with deference
when we are married.

If that day ever comes.

Then name it, Caroline,
I beg you.

I deplore beggars.

How vexing you are!

Infuriating woman!

How is your friend
Dr. Enys?

Wedded to his work, ma'am,

with no time
for distractions.

Would you count me
a distraction?

I shouldn't presume
to connect you

with Dr. Enys in any way.

I'm sure he'll
wish you well

on the occasion
of your engagement.

Aunt Agatha's very angry with me
for calling you.

What troubles her?

A cough,
a sore throat,

and she tells me a fever,
but I can find no sign of it.

I need no physician.

Little Verity's perfectly
capable of tending me.

But when the time comes
for her to return home?

This is her home!

What is there
to interest her elsewhere?

A husband.

Trenwith has never been the same
since she left.

Can you diagnose the complaint?

I'll do my best.

Are you married, sir?

I'm not, ma'am.

My friends!

My friends,
I thank you one and all

for joining me
on this auspicious occasion.

My dear niece Caroline will soon
no longer be under my charge

for in December,
she comes of age.

But before that,
I do believe

I have to resign her
to the care of another.

Unwin?

Where is he?

Caroline?

I believe I saw him heading
for his horse.

Oh, dear.

I hope I haven't said anything
to upset him.

Shall we have dancing?

Can you tell
what ails her?

I have my suspicions.

I'll call again tomorrow.

In the meantime...

What should I give her?

Honey, juniper,
a little warm milk,

and your very best
attention.

Thank you.

There's a novelty:

a married couple who enjoy
each other's company.

But then did they
not marry for love?

Allegedly.

Dear me,
how reckless.

Francis, how good to see you.

I regret I cannot return
the compliment.

This spite is pointless,
Francis.

From your cousin, I've come
to expect no reason, but...

Then expect none from me.

Good evening, George.

Ross.

I had not expected
to see you here.

Ray Penvenen will insist
on inviting the riff-raff.

I hope your new mine prospers.

It will.

I wish I had
your confidence.

Must you be envious
even of that?

We will use
whatever means necessary

to acquire that
promissory note.

What was Elizabeth saying to you?

Nothing of importance.

May I join you?

The water levels have fallen at least a foot.

By my calculation.

And you'll continue
to monitor them?

Surely.

So the engine appears
to be working?

It would appear so.

What's our plan?

Continue to drain.

Tomorrow, we blast.

Then sift the ore,
and if we're lucky...

Copper!

The elusive
Trevorgie lode!

Let's get started!

I don't mind saying

when Mr. Francis
first came aboard,

I had my doubts,

but he's shown himself
more than equal to the task.

MINER:Your sort are not welcome
round here anymore!

What's that?

It will be ol' Nick Vigus.

Folk say he's
the informer.

That wouldn't
surprise me.

Backstabber I say!

Hey!

Why do these men attack you,
Nick?

No idea, Captain.

I ain't done nothin'.

Why would they think
you had?

Damned if I know.

Damned you may be.

I suspect they attack you
for your habit

of turning
against your fellows.

I, sir?

You, sir.

Letting Jim Carter
take the blame

for your poaching
escapade?

Pocketing George
Warleggan's guineas

to testify against me in court?

I ain't the informer.

But since ye do accuse me,
let me ask,

why shouldn't a man sell himself
to the highest bidder?

Times like this,
it's every man for himself.

Betray us, you betray yourself.

Fine words for gentlefolk
to spout with no notion

of what it's like
to live in squalor,

even if they think they do
by slummin' with scullery maids.

Captain Ross!

Captain Ross!

Let him be!

Let him be!

Have Dr. Enys
clean him up.

What price would you be willing to pay

for that
promissory note?

Any.

I thought so.

What will you do with it?

That will depend.

I cannot believe
you would call.

After my reception
from Francis last night?

I don't expect you to be
disloyal to Francis,

but don't you personally think

this feud has gone on
long enough?

You know Francis
when his mind is set.

He holds you to blame
for the prosecution of Ross.

Ross!

I wish I could enjoy the favor
in your eyes that he does.

But let me be frank
with you.

Ross and I have never seen
eye to eye.

On my part, it's no more than
a clash of personality.

On his, it's a disease.

He plunges headlong
from one disaster to another

and blames me
for all of them.

I hardly think that's fair.

It comes of being born

into money,

but with it comes
lack of judgment.

His ill-conceived
smelting venture

was doomed from the start.

When he was out-of-pocket
as a result,

he was too proud
to ask friends for assistance

and instead signed
a promissory note

for 1,000 pounds
at 40% interest.

When he ultimately
beggars himself

and Francis with him,
no doubt he'll accuse me

of stealing the copper
from his ground overnight.

May I ask how you learned
of this promissory note?

It came into the hands
of my Uncle Cary.

And what does your uncle
intend to do with it?

To let me deal with it.

Perhaps you'd like me
to make a gift of it to Ross?

Would you?

If I thought
he might drop his enmity.

Do you ask it of me?

What would you ask in return?

Merely to be admitted
to your friendship again.

I'll see what I can do.

George Warleggan?

I remember the first time
Francis brought you here,

fligged out in your frills
and fallalery!

I remember it too.

Speak up, boy,
I'm a little deaf.

And still above ground.

There should be a law
to kill off old crones.

Velvets and silks you wore.

It was plain your mother
had no taste.

If you were the last
of the Poldarks,

I'd do it myself.

And you, staring about
like a bull-calf

that had strayed
from its stall.

But never fear,

your great-nephews
are digging their own graves

without my help.

Goodbye, old woman.

I hope when I next call,
you'll be six feet below.

I expect Jud will be waiting
for the planting to be finish

before he come
sneaking back?

Don't speak of that
lizard to me!

Perhaps he's
the informer.

That braggashans?

He's too loose lipped
to keep his trap shut.

McNEIL:
While passing your husband's mine,

I came upon a man
who was bruised and bleeding.

His name was Vigus.

I know him.

He works there
on tribute.

He tells me there's a deal
of ill-feeling about

on account
of the rumors.

Rumors?

Of an informer.

Ah, but you're so
out of the way here,

perhaps the tales
do not reach you.

At any rate, the rumors
make people tetchy.

Whoever gave Vigus a beating
must have strong suspicions

as to his involvement
in the trade.

And were you able
to discover who it was?

No, I was not minded to
at this stage.

I hope the assailant
will realize his error

and not repeat it.

One can only feel
for the man's wife,

having such temper

to contend with.

Dr. Enys!

Have ye heard
of Nick Vigus?

Captain Poldark did clout him,
yet he swears he's no traitor.

Why would any suspect him?

We all suspect
each other, sir.

Do make the blood run cold

to think one of our own
be false.

Dr. Enys!

Charlie.

Do ye tell Rosina
how my health is mended

since I turn my hand
to sailmaking?

I could provide handsome,
should I choose to wed again.

Do you have someonein mind?

Maybe.

Maybe I have someone
in mind myself.

Nay, don't ye flitter
yer eyes at Surgeon.

He's not for thee.

Nor for any maid, sir.

I'm wedded to my work.

I thought I might
find you here,

tending your beloved
fisher folk.

If you'll excuse me,
Miss Penvenen.

I've no time to...

Let me apologize.

For my discourtesy
the other day.

There!

You weren't expecting that.

Do you dislike me
so very much?

Dislike?

If coming between me
and my work every day

for the last 12 months,

if being unable
to forget your voice

or the way you turn your head,
or the lights in your hair,

if wanting to hear
that you're married

and dreading to hear
that you're married,

if that's dislike, then...

Perhaps you can identify
these symptoms for me.

Do you ride for pleasure?

I shall be in the woods
by Killewarren

just after 8:00 tomorrow.

McNeil was here.

Encouraged by your smiles
of last night, no doubt?

Driven by the sight

of the bruising
you gave Nick Vigus.

You think he
comes here for me,

but what if he
comes here for you?

What if he knows
something?

Of what?

Your dealings with Trencrom?

The more he comes calling...

The more likely he is
to sniff something out.

And you cannot now
offer discouragement

without arousing suspicions
as to why.

So I'm to blame?

You missed a treat.

George Warleggan graced us
with his presence.

What did he want?

To be reconciled with you.

Is that why he called
when my back was turned?

I know he's been vicious

in his pursuit of Ross,
but I begin to think

he would make amends
if he could.

How?

By not taking advantage
of the power he holds.

You know he owns the ground
we walk on.

What harm can it do

for you to modify
your hostility towards him

if only to deter him
from wielding power over us all?

Perhaps I'll ride over
and see him.

Wished me dead,
he did.

Called me "old crone."

What's that, aunt?

Big mistake.

Francis.

Elizabeth tells me
you called today.

I hope you took the visit

in the spirit
in which it was intended.

I believe I did.

And I hope you will take
what I have to say

in the same spirit.

You will never again
set foot in my house

nor approach me or my family,
including my son.

He is no longer your godson.

We are no longer your friends.

You may turn us out of Trenwith
if you wish.

It will be
a small price to pay

to escape the noxiousness
of your acquaintance.

Call in his loans.

Turn them out
into the fields!

I will not make Elizabeth suffer
for her husband's folly.

And thanks to that
promissory note,

I do not need to.

I cannot but admire Francis.

What?

Well, he's not as handsome
as some, nor as daring,

but he has a wisdom,
and he do value his own skin.

He'll maybe live longer
on that account.

Do I not have wisdom?

Can you tell if a man
be a traitor

to his friends or no?

Perhaps you should have married
my cousin?

He's a good man.

He has things you lack.

Though you have things
that he lacks.

Put the two of you together

and that would make
a complete man.

Do I leave such a lot
to be desired?

Yes, Ross.

A lot to be desired.

Sh.

Don't wake Mama.

Papa has to be off early
to the mine

to start the blasting.

I'll be home in time
to read you a story.

I've told Henshawe
I'll set the fuses myself.

Shall we go below?

By all means.

I have a feeling our fortunes
will change today.

They'll need to

after what I said to George
last night.

You're in haste.

I have a rendezvous.

With Caroline?

Don't excite yourself.

It'll come to nothing.

We could not be
less suited.

She is an heiress
and I am...

As lowly as
a kitchen maid?

May not a woman confer status
as well as a man?

Ross raised me up.

And Ross knows he was entirely
the winner in that transaction.

Ma'am.Thank you.

Yah!

Here's to copper, gentlemen.

Anything?

What do you make of this?

Let's collect
some more samples,

bring them above,
examine them fully.

Mistress Poldark above
for ye, Captain.

She say it's urgent.

You go, Ross.

I'll stay here.

This came for you.

It's from Pascoe.

I'm wanted in Truro.

Is it bad news?

I'll know more
when I seen him.

I have no idea
why I'm here.

Well, then you'll be glad
to hear that I'm leaving today.

Uncle Ray is angry with me.

I suspect he wants me safely
locked away until my marriage.

Which is to be when?

Who knows?

At any rate, not Unwin.

He jilted me.

Or was it the other way around?

Tell me,
who is Dwight Enys?

Is he the strong, capable man
that bestrides the sick room,

or the hesitant one
I see here today?

A man with not
the smallest fortune.

Money was never plentiful
and studying took all I had.

I hardly ever met women,
except as cases.

So if you come to me
with a sore throat,

I know what to do.

But if I meet you
in a drawing room,

you are a creature
whose moods and manners

I've never learnt to decipher.

And if you laugh at me,
which you frequently do,

I become tongue-tied
and foolish.

Poor Dwight.

Do I show such confidence
and poise?

How well I've been schooled.

While you were learning
to be a physician,

I was learning
to be an heiress.

An heiress must learn
how to walk, to dress,

to ride, to dance.

You say you don't know women
except as patients.

I don't know men at all.

What would you like to know?

And now

no doubt you hate me.

And now no doubt
I hate you.

I must go.

Until December.

Nothing will change.

One thing will change.

In December, I come of age.

Did Francis make his peace with George last night?

Not as far as I know.

When can I go
down the mine, Mama?

When copper
is found.

Will it be?

I've never seen Francis
more convinced of anything.

Or more determined to be
the one to find it?

He's been so long
in Ross's shadow,

I think he wants to earn
his admiration.

And yours?

Since it's to be
your last night with us,

I've asked Mrs. Tabb
for a special dessert.

Have you seen
Captain Henshawe?

Or Zacky Martin?

Just missed 'em, sir.

Can I be of service?

Um...

No, no matter.

I'll ride to Nampara.

Thank you.

Francis?

Ross has not yet returned
from Truro.

'Tis never copper?

I hardly dare hope, but...

Yes, yes,
I think it may be.

Oh!

I must get back
to the mine.

Will you have Ross
take a look when he returns?

Will you not stay
and ask him yourself?

He'll be that relieved.

It's my dearest wish
to be of use to him.

To make amends.

You do not ask me
what amends I need to make?

I'm not sure I wish to know.

Yet I think I must tell you.

Francis, there's no need.

Years ago,
when the Carnmore Copper Company

was fighting for its life,
George came to me one evening.

Verity had left

and I blamed you
for her marriage,

and in my rage,

I gave George the names
of the Carnmore shareholders.

I suspect Ross and you already
have some inkling, but...

I've never had the courage
to come and tell you outright.

But you can't rebuild
a friendship

by ignoring
what destroyed it, so...

So now you know.

I'll go now.

Wait, Francis.

If we break now,

we'll only hurt each other
all the more.

One bad thing does not outweigh
the many good.

'Tis the balance that counts.

You believe that?

I don't wonder Ross loves you.

Do you suppose he still does?

You doubt it?

Sometimes I think
he loves Elizabeth better.

May I tell you something,
Demelza?

You have one failing,

and that is that you don't think
well enough of yourself.

You came here as
a miner's daughter

and married into this
ancient family,

and you took its standards
as your own.

So you mistake your own value.

Ross was a wise man
when he chose you, and...

he will not forget it.

But Elizabeth is so lovely,
well-bred...

And she's Ross's first love.

How can I compete
with perfection?

You must do away
with the notion

that someone has
done you a favor

by letting you
into this family.

Will you do that?

I'll try.

George Warleggan
has my promissory note?

Alas so.

I'd not expect
much sympathy

for any request
to extend the loan period.

Aye, sir.

Good night, sir.

Is it serious?

Yes, and physic
will not cure it.

What will?

Your presence here
is what she craves,

and you have
a life elsewhere.

So what's to be done?

In matters of the heart,

I think you must be
the physician, ma'am.

Thank you.

I must leave you
tomorrow, Aunt.

I have a husband and a home
to return to.

But they don't need you
as Trenwith needs you.

It's not as if
you have children.

And the cards!

Today, they threaten
some impending ill

which perhapsonly you

can prevent.

Help me!

Is anybody there?!

Help me!

Help!

Will Francis
be dining with us?

I've sent to Nampara for him.

My debt is in the hands
of the Warleggans.

By Christmas
I must find 1,400 pounds.

Or else?

We lose everything we own
and I go to debtors' prison.

Someone come from Trenwith
lookin' for Mister Francis.

Is he not at the mine?

At this hour?

Help!

Somebody!

I came as quickly as I could.

Is it Mr. Francis?

I think he may
still be down below.

No one's seen him
for hours.

Demelza, wait here.

Some of the men saw him heading for the 30 level.

Then we start there and work our way through.

Francis?

Thank you, Prudie.

Captain Henshawe
sent for me.

Is it an accident?

Francis is missing.

Francis?

Francis!

Let's try the lower levels.

Go easy.

There's still a lot of water
down there.

Ross!

Help me!

Francis!

Francis!

Francis, are you there?!

Ross?

Francis!

Ross!

Give me your hand.

I knew you'd come!

Ross...

Mr. Francis!

Francis!

Oh, god!

Francis!

Francis!

No.

Francis.

Why the hell
didn't you learn to swim?

That's your father's horse.

I'll go see
if his supper's ready.

I'll go.