All language subtitles for Poldark (2017) Season 03 Episode 05.English

So, the plan is,
the Royalist fleet will land in France,

overthrow the republic
and free its prisoners.

So Caroline believes.

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 Boscawen...

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

Some rich and beautiful heiress?

I've a fancy to choose my own bride.

So plans are being finalized.

What do you 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.

I admire Caroline's optimism.

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.

My son has rickets?

-Doctor Choake believes...
-Doctor 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.

There's to be a gathering at Tregothnan.

Lord Falmouth's?

The Saint 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.

There you go.

I have news from Mr Trencrom.

His ship, The One and 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 hell-hole now.

Men droppin' like flies of fever,
starvation.

And those as remain
being 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?

These two will do. Hold them!

Wait! This man has a fever!

He's lucky mister!

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?

Geoffrey Charles' friend was here again.

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 am 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 would 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 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?

According to my mother,
who has it from the Boscawens.

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 100th birthday!

You're all invited,

your chibbies, your little bud

and even her brother.

You've met him?

Oh, yes.

'Ee seem troubled. What ails 'ee?

My conscience.

Which tells me I've done a wicked thing.

There be nothing wicked in our care
for each other.

The wicked thing...

...is that I've 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.
-Hope you can forgive my mistake.

I've left word with Grace

that 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.

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,

to go on living.

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

Where is he?

'Tis not to be spoken of.

He's gone to Falmouth, thence to France

to rescue our friend Doctor Enys.

Will you not stay to supper?

Thank 'ee, sister.

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

And try and find me some.

Look, Brittany is the ideal place
to land our troops.

But why?

Because we have to leave soon.
The men are eager to fight.

Eager to leave, yes. Eager to fight, no!

Problem?

Aside from the fact
that they've thrice delayed departure

and seem unable to agree
on the simplest matter?

There's the thing,
almost all the Royalist troops travellin'

from England be French prisoners.

They'll be given a choice,

bide here in prison or fight for
the Royalists against the republic.

How's that a problem?

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 Doctor Enys?

Say nothing to the French.

I'll return in an hour.

Not all French are loyal to France.
Some are only loyal to themselves.

Who can blame them?

Ross is called away to Looe on business
at the boat-yard.

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.

...and place a Bourbon on the throne...

...the Count of Provence,
as soon as possible.

-No, no, no.
-Yes, that’s what we must do.

Do you understand?

We're leaving.

Town by town
and end this tyranny once and for all.

That is what we must do!

I never been to Roscoff.

Only once been on the One and All!

Mr Trencrom said

he was the first respectable man
he'd had aboard.

We'll soon lead him astray.

I need no leading!

I've tricks of my own up my sleeve!

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 the men be on their own now.

Judas!

Come on! Get up! Come on!

Let me go!

Have 'ee seen Drake?

Yesterday.

Wracked with grief, over the girl.

Left 'ee this note.

"Dear Sister..."

Some of this will do the trick.

Is that enough?

The captain beg to report a stowaway.

Is that my concern?

He say so,

on account of the stowaway
insist on joinin' us.

"Do not blame Cap'n Ross for this."

"You tell'd 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?

I know what 'ee be thinkin'.
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.

Never know when an extra man
might come in handy.

You will obey my every command.
Without question.

Yes, sir!

Well done.

Drake told me you broke with him.

Doubtless he'll soon forget me.

He might.

If we see him again.

It was not without difficulty
that 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.

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.

Do we not go ashore?

Roscoff's not for the faint-hearted.

But what do Cap'n Ross intend?

For you to 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.

They've returned.

Unannounced! What does it mean?

Nothing good for you, I fear.

Here is the best landing point
close to Quimper.

Put in there,

wait for the cover of darkness,

then make for the prison.

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.

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' 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.

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.

-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.

Must I really go?

Did we not agree, my dear?

No more ingratitude.

As sharp as you can.

Everyone ashore, take cover in the woods.

Mr and Mrs Warleggan and Miss Chynoweth.

There's Lord Falmouth.

Now who here might effect an introduction?

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' an' 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 may glean of the French landing.

This is the ground plan.

There's a series of buildings,
set in extensive grounds.

Here is a sentry gate,

through which we must pass
before coming into the main prison.

The guards are changed at midnight.

We go in at one
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.

Now we've come on ahead,

we're that much more exposed.

Since this is not what you enlisted for,

I feel you should be given the choice
to remain here.

Tholly and I will make for the prison.

Nay, Ross.

Speaking for myself, my mind's set.

We're here for Doctor 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,
riskin' it anyway.

Mining's a risk.

Loving's a risk.

Living's a risk.

So tonight?

I'll take my chance.

Is it time?

Bone? Ellery? Go back and guard the boat.

The rest of you, certain?

No fool like an old fool.

Or a young one?

Keep low and follow me.

He has 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's a Boscawen, after all!

Though little good it's done him.

Will you excuse me?

Clear.

How many guards, do we think?

In addition to those at the gate?

Six inside the building?

Another six off-duty? Who knows?

Tell 'em no more, young Cap'n,

lest they lose their appetite
for the task.

-That won't happen.
-How do we get past the guards?

Tholly, tie my hands.

I have an escaped prisoner,

in the name of the Republic,
open the door!

Hurry up!

It's cold!

Who are you?

Keep quiet!

The prisoners will be sleeping.

Let's endeavor to pass through unnoticed.

At all costs, give no impression
we're here to free prisoners.

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

Follow me.

What's going on?

Who are you?

Newly arrived here.

We have a message for Doctor Enys.

Do you know where he is?

The Infirmary. Enys never leaves it.

Thank you, friend.

There's no room in here.

We're looking for Doctor Enys.

Who are you?

Captain Ross Poldark. You?

Lieutenant Armitage of the Espion.

Sir, I think these men
have no business here.

No business with you.

We seek Doctor Enys
and mean only his good.

You have my word as an officer.

Sir, these man are armed.

And I'll slit yer 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?

Yes, Dwight.

We want you.

Ross?

My friend.

Make haste and come with us.

Come?

Where?

How?

What do you mean?

I mean that your friends
have risked life and limb to free you.

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.

Escape?

Escape!

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

We can't go back that way.

-Is there another way out?
-That way.

That's the alarm bell.

All the guards will be summoned.

Which is the way out?

There, that door.

The guards! They'll be waiting for us!

-We can't go back through the church.
-Then we're trapped.

Prisoners are escaping!
Wait! Careful!

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.

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?

They went this way!

Load your weapons. We'll make a stand.

My apologies, Dwight.

This is a poor sort of rescue.

Cap'n Ross,
I believe there be a better way.

Stay here.

Escape! Escape!

Let's be gone.

Quickly.

This way! Come on, come on!

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.

It's locked.

Over?

-He'll never make it.
-What do we do?

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.

Look out, Ross!

-Watch out, Ross.
-Take mine!

Hensh. Follow me!

He's hit!

We need a place to hide him.

Dwight, Henshawe's hit.

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 them Frenchies
be firin' for fun?

-Help me carry him.
-We'll never make it!

-Then I'll stay with him.
-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.

Come away, Ross.

Ross.

Excuse me.

I promised Lord Flamouth 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 30's,

with a wife and children?

It's positively infantile.

Do you think he'll ever grow up?

I don't know, George.

Will you?

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 all separated.

They are headed for the coast.

I abandoned my posting.

The thought of freedom
was too much for me.

It was 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!

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' 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.

Here is Doctor Enys. Help me get him on.

Careful.

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 landing.

-Will 'ee tell Caroline?
-To what purpose?

We don't know where Ross is.

If he even reached the prison
or found Dwight alive.

Let alone 'scaped again.

You've been at it hours, Ross.

Take a rest.

It won't bring him back.

Allow me. We're not out of danger yet.

No let-up!

We must get to Roscoff before dark.

The One and All sails on the evening tide.

-Never do it!
-We must!

Or we'll be 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.

Ross! Ross!

You let him die.

You let him die!

You're a disgrace!

Selfish, vain glorious, reckless.

One can only agree.

You are the most despicable of men.

Ross! Ross!

She's still there!

She's still there!

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.

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're 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!

And Zacky!

To see 'ee safe and well,
I never dared hope.

We're more'n grateful to be here!

I don' know this gentleman.

Lieutenant Hugh Armitage
at your service, ma'am.

Captain Poldark is my savior too.

But this means it was a success.

You all returned home.

No.

Not all.

Cap'n Henshawe?

Prudie!

Make ready two beds.

One for Drake and one for Doctor Enys.

'Tis done a'ready, maid.
Ole Prudie'll see 'em right!

Bring 'em in, bring 'em in.

Beggin' your pardon, sir,

I thought 'ee'd wish to know.

The One and All...

...returned from France.

And Ross Poldark with her.

Doctor Enys was saved.

As expected.

Any casualties?

One wounded. One dead.

Cap'n Henshawe from the mine.

Then the mission
can hardly be deemed a success.

To liberate one man
at the expense of another?

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

One of 'em a person of
great importance. A...

Lieutenant Armitage?

Lieutenant Hugh Armitage?

Yes, ma'am, I think that was 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.

This way, please.

Do you feel strong enough
for a small surprise?

Doctor Enys.

Do I detect scorbutus?

I... I'm afraid so.

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

...and kisses without end.

A 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

forever more

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?

I agree.

How could I foresee that a month ago
today I'd be a free man?

How could your husband foresee
that in freeing his friend,

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

Well, I hope that whatever
consequence come of this liberty,

you'll take full advantage of it.

Oh, believe me, ma'am,

I intend to.