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Oi!

Oi!

Give us a penny?

Look, Jeremy!

Mama,

why are there
so many soldiers?

Hey!CLOWANCE:
Papa!

Thank you, sir.

We have guests.

Here he is.

The root of all evil.NED:
Devil incarnate.

At your service, ma'am.

I'm afraid
you have a house full.

Yes, I see that.

What's the name of this soldier?

Jeremy.Pleased to meet you,Jeremy.

What are you reading?

Poetry?

Romance?

A Vindication

of the Rights of Woman?

What rights could a girl
possibly want

that a well-connected husband
could not supply?

Mrs. Wollstonecraft touches
on that subject, Papa.

Perhaps you should read her.

I have no time to waste
on reading the ravings

of an educated woman.

And soon, I hope,
nor will you.

George Warleggan has been
invited to call.

Will you join us?

Tomorrow, he will be
Sir George Warleggan.

May I defer that pleasure?

There will be a reckoning

when I discover
who is responsible

for my disgrace.Do nothing in haste.

They've no evidence
of treachery.

'Cause none exists.

But evidence of loyalty

to present to those
who can influence the matter

and restore you
to your post,

that I'm keen to procure.

Do you know anyone
who could speak in your favor?

Bannantine,
my secretary.

But I've no notion of where
he went after I was recalled.

I'll make inquires.

He could help us discover
who falsely accused you.

My money's on
that bastard Hanson.

But he alone

could not have had me
recalled.

Someone here,

with vested interest
and no mean powers

and connections even
up to the Mad King himself,

must have done that.

But they'll pay for it.

These areas--

here, here, here,
and here--

have yielded riches
beyond measure

for upwards of 30 years.

But now demand
outstrips supply

So there is a need to push
to regions more remote,

extraction thus more difficult,

more labor thus required.

Slave labor.

Will that be a concern?

Why would it?

Now, one is
naturally reluctant

to invite new investors
to take a slice of the pie.

But new investment
being required

and the rewards
being bountiful...

All parties win.

Never heard of the man.

Bannantine?

I have no idea where he might be.

Hmm... no.

I've heard no word of Bannantine in months.

It would appear that
Bannantine has vanished.

What's taking so long?

Ned, you need to have patience.

A veritable Nelson!

And all on credit.

As will be my training,

unless I can secure
a wealthy benefactor.

Perhaps you could sell your
charms to an elderly duchess?

Good thought.
Do you know of any?

Oh, Vauxhall is threshing
with them.

You should try your luck
tonight.

You seem quite yourself again.

Why would you think otherwise?

Because in the days
before our departure

you appeared a little...

disordered with talk of Elizabeth.

Yes?

As if...
she was still with us.

Are you sure it's not you who is disordered?

When will Papa return?

Seen Morwenna by the quay.

Is there news?

What manner of news?

She looked so delicate
and pale,

I thought maybe
there was...

What?

A child coming.

No.

Not unless
it's a fairy child.

She'd keep her distancestill?

She's yet so broken.

And may never mend.

Right, Impudence,

get up and whitewash
yon wall 'ee burnt.

And wipe that smirk off
'fore this besom do.

I can't help it, missus.

Thinking how I'd take a strap
to 'ee

were I mistress here.

'Ee?

Mistress here?

Stranger things have
happ'd.

ROSS:No one can tell me
where Bannantine is,

but there is someone
I think we should meet.

The king declines to intervene

on my behalf,

while I sit caged
in a lodging house,

twiddling my thumbs.

Put 'em to use, then.

Tomorrow we have an appointment
with Joseph Merceron.

Tonight we promenade.

Thank you, no.

Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens
hold few attractions for me.

Does Kitty not deserve a night
on the town?

If she's anything
like my wife...

Which she is.

Were you not all set

to marry some Irish countess
after the war?

And you
some Cornish heiress?

She preferred
my cousin.

Lucky for you.

Do you think
we made the right choices?

Yes.

Not the easy ones.

Where did you pick that up?

Tasty.

Why do they look at her so?

Do they think she's...ROSS:
A courtesan.

What?
Dear Lord, Ross,

how dare they?

Ooh, isn't that Despard?

Disgrace.MAN 2: Shame on you!

A disgrace to...

Shame on you, Despard!

Traitor. Traitor!

Rotten Despard.

Colonel Despard.

Mr. Hanson.

Of the Mosquito Shore
Mahogany Company.

Now retuned
to English soil.

You'll remember my wife,
Catherine.

Brave of you
to venture out, ma'am,

in view of your husband's fall
from grace.

But then, perhaps

you're not... unfamiliar

with contempt?

You'll be familiar with my fist

if you don't apologize
to my wife.

KITTY:Ned, I'm sure
Mr. Hanson meant no offense.

I can assure you
none was taken.

As ever, we are redeemed
by the fairer sex.

Oh, I think

it will take a lot more
than that

to redeem you, sir.

Ma'am.

Shall we?

You go crawl back under your stone, Hanson.

Rest assured,
you'll be made to pay.

Ned, be calm.

Come away now.

It is time we go.

She's a better womanthan I.

I'd've let him crown the man.I would've helped.

DWIGHT:How does that serve
his cause?

CAROLINE:Dwight.

In fairness, the man was
to blame for his demise.

KITTY:Ned's agreed
to take me home now.

I think Kitty would
feel safer indoors.

Then we'll all go.

No, please,

we'd prefer to have time
by ourselves.

Of course my dear.

And this is our new century?

Cecily.

Did I not say
you'd be spoiled for choice?

The Honorable Miss DeVere?

Countess Hathersage?

The more frightful the specimen,
the better your chances.

I'm flattered.

And you?

Seen anyone to your liking?

No one of whom
Papa would approve.

You have no choice
in the matter?

Did your mama choose
her mate?

I suspect
she was somewhat directed.

And mine.

And it cost her.

All the more reason for you
to be mistress of your fate.

Tell that to Papa.I shall,

if I ever meet him.

Now's your chance.

He's over there.

Go on.

I dare you.

Very well.

What are you doing?Uh...

Miss Hanson dared me
to tell her papa

she should marry
as she chooses.

Miss Hanson's papa is
not one to take advice.

You know him?

I know he's a man
you should avoid.

But...Just trust me.

So what's to be done for Ned?

My hope in on Joseph Merceron.

Gentlemen.ROSS:
Mr. Merceron.

You wished to see me.

Please.

In my capacity as patron
of our local charities?

No, sir,

as magistrate who presided
over Colonel Despard's hearing.

And his subsequent
unlawful detention.

At the time of the hearing,

was there ever mention
of a man named Bannantine?

Bannantine?

My secretary in Honduras.

We believe he's been in London
for some time

and wondered
why he was not called upon

to give evidence
in his master's defense?

Now I recall;
the man was indeed sought

but could not be found.

His testimony could have made
all the difference.

In fully restoring my reputation

and enabling me to return
to my post.

Is that your intention?

Why, man,
what else would it be?

This conspiracy has robbed me
of my name and my position,

and I want them restored.Colonel...

It's my right!

And I'll not rest
till it's been granted.

Well, gentlemen,
if I can be of any assistance

in your search
for Mr. Bannantine...

We'd be most grateful.

And should you yourself
discover him,

please do let me know.

Of course.

Well, I wish you luck,Colonel.

Huh.

I'm a little
out of practice.

You were never up
to my standard.

Somebody must fight you,

if only to prevent
you fighting all the world.

Joseph Merceron
was trying to help.

I suppose
I should thank you.

But what help can he bring?

I know you cannot bear
inaction.

Or favors.

Or not being permitted

to fight your own battles.

I scarce know
what those battle are.

I'll tell you
when they're won.

How can one win

against an invisible enemy?

Enough! Enough!

Sir.

Would you like me to do that, my dear?

After all,

it would not do to be late
for the king

when one is receiving
a knighthood.

Ladies,

gentlemen,

fellow members of
the Royal College of Surgeons,

may I welcome you
to this lecture

in which I will attempt
to articulate

my own perhaps
controversial views,

of the causes and treatment
of insanity.

I have come to consider insanity

not as a moral failing,

nor an inherited one,

but an affliction

which may happen
to the best of us.

I am of course aware

of the plethora
of conventional treatments,

many and varied,

but alike in their brutality

and lack of humanity.

Sir, are you suggesting that the mad man or woman

does not benefit
from a firm hand?

From my own observation
and experience,

I suggest that patience

and simple kindness
can yield equal

if not better results.

But what of the man

who attempted to assassinate
His Majesty?

I do not know his history,
ma'am, but...

He is a soldier, sir,

who sustained severe
saber wounds

to the head

in the service of the king.

I'm no lawyer,
but I venture to suggest

that a man who has been
bludgeoned across the skull

might not be entirely
of sound mind.

And if he's not of sound mind,

how can he be held accountable

for his actions?Oh, come now.

The man was a assassin!What you say

intrigues me, sir.

And you are?Thomas Erskine.

Lawyer.

I will prove that the world is
fit to receive the Lamb,

I will prove it.

DWIGHT:Is this agitation usualfor him?

Countless testimonies say so.

There is no other way.

I alone was chosen.

I alone could herald
the second coming of the Lord.

Remind me,

the legal definition
of insanity.

The defendant must be lost
to all sense,

incapable of forming
a judgment

upon the consequences of
the act he is about to commit.

DWIGHT:His, his careful planning
of the assassination,

the purchasing of pistols,

the lucid reasons given
in advance,

all seem to contradict
such a claim.

To die a martyr...

Is it too much to ask,

would you consider
taking the stand

in his defense?

May I examine Mr. Hadfield?

Of course.

Butter please, Jeremy.

Oof.

CLOWANCE:Clumsy!

It's so squashed in here.

I think perhaps we should think
about other lodgings.

Absolutely not.

Demelza enjoys a crush.

When you've lived
in one room

with a father
and six brothers,

anything is spacious.

Mmm.

Thank you, sir.

I must go out.

I'll come with you,
I need the air.

No, no,
it's a private matter.

I won't be long.

Mr. Bannantine?

Ross Poldark.

How did you know
I was seeking you?

I have friends
who frequent certain inns,

make it their business
to see and not be seen.

As I have made it

my business.

So you know that Ned--

Colonel Despard--
has lately been released?

Will you tell him
it was not indifference

which kept me away
from his hearing?

Of course, but...

And if there's anything
I can now do to make amends...

There is.

Ned is free, but...
there was no trial,

so... there's still a cloud

that hangs over his reputation.

I was hoping
you could help me dispel it.

When Ned was governor
in Honduras,

as his secretary you would have
observed him at close quarters.

These accusations against him--

acting against
the interests of the Crown--

I'm assuming they are
without foundation?

Utterly.

So what prompted them?

Well, the colonel could be
challenging,

but his opposition
to slavery,

housing, feeding, educating,
allocating land to slaves?

Marrying one?

The old colonists'
and planters' worst nightmare.

Undermines the entire structure

on which their fortunes
were founded.

Would you be willing
to testify to this?

Do you have any idea
who Hanson's associates are

here in London?

You must be aware, sir,

that the vested interests

which have conspired
to crucify our friend--

if I or you attempt
to go against them,

you've no idea
what they're capable of.

So a wasted journey?

Well, what he told me
would vindicate Ned, but...

He'll never set it down,
for fear of reprisals.

Will you tell Ned?

What'd be the point?

Perhaps it's for the best.

Such forces do exist...

is it not wise
to avoid 'em?

Ross,

that man who bid you spy
for him...

Wickham?

If naught's been heard,

perhaps he's forgot you.

I seriously doubt it,Demelza.

All the more reason
for you to keep your head down,

keep clear
of Ned's battles,

and go about
your business.

My business is Ned.

I'm in his debt,
you know that.

What can you do for him?

ROSS:This is information which will
clear Ned Despard's name.

I cannot get Bannantine
to set it down,

but what he reports

points to a conspiracy
at the highest level

to silence and defame.

"The highest level."

Which you would do well
to avoid.

But when a man's reputation is
at stake...

May I remind you, Captain,
of our present crisis?

A populace on the verge
of a revolt

every bit as bloody as that
of France, mob violence...

But Ned is...Attempts on the king's life.

Ned is not part
of this violence.

It could be argued that
he's part of a radical tide

which is threatening to swamp
the nation.

Who says so?

Those whose greed and corruption

he threatened to expose?

You'll forgive me, Captain.

The Crown and I have more
pressing matters to attend to.

Not least of which is
your friend Dr. Enys

agreeing to take the stand
for James Hadfield.

Good day.

See?

Not everyone's as vile
as they were at Vauxhall.

That's because they think
I'm your maid.

Yes, of course.

I told you.

I'm invincible.

Nephew?

Aunt Demelza.

Ah, may I introduce
Miss Hanson?

Ralph Hanson's daughter?

My aunt Demelza.

We escaped my chaperone.

You won't tell on us?

Of course not.

Aunt Demelza's
a regular sport.

In truth,
I feel a little uneasy.

Without your parents'
permission.

My mother's dead,

and I care not
what my father thinks.

Yet I think he'd not care

to have you gallivantin'
about together.

We're but
common acquaintances.

Uncommon acquaintances.

Will you not be

our trusted friend?

We'd esteem it
the greatest favor.

Very well.

Be discreet.Thank you.

You're the best of aunts.

Another game?

Are you sure you're not wishing

we had the place
to ourselves?

No.

I just...

I keep thinking
someone's watchin' us.

I know you'll say
it's just my imagination

and why would anyone wish
to follow us.

It's not as if
I have any proof.

I just...

I know I'm being foolish.

Perhaps I should not
have asked you here.

Are you wishing me gone already?

No.

I'm wishing London were
not so strange

and full of shadows.

And is Cornwall not so too?

Indeed is anywhere truly free
of those who wish us ill?

Though we do not even know
who they are?

Then let us hold fast
to those we know we can trust.

Then hold fast to me,
my love.

I know who it belong to,
but I think it suit me better.

And 'tis maybe not
the only thing of hers

sit better on me.

What do you have in that
knapsack, Samuel Carne?

Slice of me heavy cake?

Back to your hoeing,
Miss Impudent.

Maybe we two
should hoe together.

Get up. Now.

♪ There was an old couple and they were poor ♪

♪ They lived in a house
with only one door ♪

♪ Oh, what a poor couple
were they, were they ♪

♪ What a poor couple...

Is that...
Valentine?

Valentine?Morwenna.

Are you alone?

Is your maid not with you?

I escaped.

What would your papa say?He's gone.

Where?To find Mama.

But sweetheart,

your mama, she...Went away?

Yes.

And Papa told me
he'd bring her back.

I...

I do not think
he can have meant that, my love.

He did.

He promised me.

He will bring her back.

Master Valentine!

Where have you been?

In the words of

Governor Colonel Edward Despard,

"Man's inhumanity to man

"manifests in its worst form
in the obscenity

which is the slave trade."

Order!

Arguments in favor

of slavery are abominable

in the ingenuity
of their twisted reasoning.

Colonel Despard
has been alone in his attempts

to ease the plight
of these men and women

And... and how long,how long

will we turn a blind eye
to the suffering

of these poor souls?

Order!

This came for you.

"Against my better judgment,
I have done as you asked.

Do not entreat me further."

Bannantine?

Ross, it says Ned was
"faultless in his duty,

"devoted to his workers,

fiercely loyal
to the Crown."

Do it name
Ned's accusers?

He said he dared not.

Then what can you do with it?

Take it to Joseph Merceron.

As presiding magistrate,

he might have means to make
a public exoneration

of Ned's character.

You're driving me to it.

Ross,

is it wise to take up
Ned's cause so publicly

with magistrates and the like?

And Ned being so fiery,

he's not a man to hold
his tongue.

Perhaps...
there is a better way.

What?

I'll return later.

Are you certain?

I am resolved.

The establishment
will not thank you.

DWIGHT:Mr. Hadfield's wellbeing
is my concern,

not spurious notions
of justice.

"Colonel Edward Despard:
A True and Impartial Account."

And what will you do
with them?

Circulate them amongst MPs

I deem sympathetic
to Ned's cause.

Not that there are many.

But...

I must begin somewhere.

Ned, Dwight is due

to take the stand.

This will put the cat amongst the pigeons.

[audience murmuring,
footsteps on stairs

Dr. Dwight Enys to the stand.

Father...

My Lord,

we have heard
the defendant plead "not guilty"

on the grounds
of insanity.

But how do we define
"insanity"?

As one who has treated
many such cases,

I have observed that the
true character of insanity

is not wild frenzy
or raving madness,

but delusion.

I suggest, therefore,

that if a man's accountability
rests upon his reason,

then the loss of that reason
renders him not accountable.

Order!

James wrote this?

Ross had 'em printed.

He means to circulate them
amongst a few sympathetic MPs,

but I have
a better idea.

The defendant served with the Duke of York's bodyguard

at the Battle of Tourcoing,
where he sustained

eight saber blows
to the head,

four of which are sufficient

to cause permanent
and irreversible brain damage.

It cannot escape the court
that these injuries,

which have deprived the
defendant of his reason,

were sustained
in the service

of the Crown itself.

Order!

Sir.

Good day, sir.

Gentlemen.

Sir?

Thank you very much.

I have spoken with fellow officers,

who attest to the bravery

and loyalty of the defendant

prior to his injuries.

His sisters confirm

this marked transformation.

His landlady...

Are there many more
examples?

Yes, My Lord, at least 30 more
have testified in the same vein.

Since it can no longer be doubted

that at the time
the act was committed,

the defendant was
not of sound mind,

the court has no option
but to halt the trial

and acquit the defendant
on the grounds of insanity.

Thank you, My Lord.

He is, he is...

he is, however, an extremely
dangerous member of society,

who, for his own sake,
must not be discharged.

All rise!

If he's not to be released,

does that mean committal
to an institution?

Bedlam, I imagine.

I am sorry I intervened.

Execution
would have been kinder.

Bannantine came forward, sir.

He agreed to share
his evidence.

Did he indeed?

Are you convinced
by its veracity?

Utterly.

Do you think
I should doubt it?

Well,
in these uncertain times,

shouldn't we doubt
everyone?

ROSS:Ralph Hanson and
George Warleggan.

What could they possibly
have in common?

Perhaps I should give them
one of these.

This is tremendous.

Where did...?

Is Bannantine in London?

Come with me.

Let's see if this
has the effect I intended it.

Gentlemen,
may I beg your indulgence

and ask you to read
these pamphlets?

Thank you.Thank you.

Gentlemen, though I say it myself...

Mr. Burdett,
I believe this subject

will find sympathy
with you, sir.

Good day to you.

Sir George.

I observed you
with Ralph Hanson.

A new business venture?

George, I wonder...

Geoffrey Charles is resolved

to serve his country
as an officer,

but that he cannot do
without sufficient means.

I believe
we've exhausted this subject.

Why would I wish
to revisit it?

Because we both know
it's what his mother would want.

Oh.

We both know, do we?

What do you know
of my wife?

You were nothing to her.

An irrelevance.

And to me.

So that night, when you said,

"See what we
have brought her to?"

What did you mean?

That we had been
the death of her.

Between your inability
to let her go

and my unfounded suspicions,

we hounded her
to an early grave.

I take my share of the blame.
Take yours.

Ambushed.

Tears?

Most unbecoming in a cadet.

Your mama.

I expect she was adorable.

Would you like to see
her picture?

A beauty.
Of course!

How else would her son
be Adonis?

I'd almost forgot
how to laugh.

For months
I've had no humor,

no company, no purpose.

What if I make it my mission
to entertain you?

Then I shall do the like
for you.

Are we not both
motherless pups

in need of diversion?

Lord, what are we to do?

Please don't tell me
they've formed an attachment.

DEMELZA:It will not end well,I fear.

So we nip this in the bud,

return to Cornwall, and
take Geoffrey Charles with us.

Aye, 'twill at least
keep him away

from that odious man,
Ralph Hanson.

I pity his daughter.

Mmm.

A momentous day

when our empire spreads
beyond these shores

to the very edges
of the New World.

Have you read this travesty?

Glanced at it.

It defames,

without cause, certain persons--

not by name,
but by implication--

that could endanger
their interests in Honduras.

And ours?Regrettably.

Can anything be done?

Well, the obvious route is
to discredit Despard,

along with his friend Poldark.

Ross? Interesting.
How?

RALPH:In the present climate,
not difficult.

What the Crown fears
above all else

is revolution.

Now, Poldark was present

when Hadfield tried
to kill the king.

But intervened
to prevent it.

Did he?

Or was he merely there

to cover up
his own involvement?

Then, note
how his friend Enys

helped to free the assassin.

The connections are somewhat tenuous.

Ah, but cleverly managed,

they could create
the impression

of a conspiracy.

Poldark, Despard,

Enys-- three men with
known Jacobin sympathies.

Could be seen
as hostile to the Crown?

Precisely, Sir George.

But...

...to more pleasant matters.

Are you sure, George?

Is this really
what you wish?

Is it what I wish?

What?GEORGE:
The investment is high,

but so, I'm told,
are the rewards.

Oh, the rewards.

Rewards are
never guaranteed.

And how well
do you know this man?

Can he be trusted?Can he be trusted?

CARY:Nephew.

GEORGE:My uncle will say
we have proceeded with all care

and due diligence.Of whom are we speaking?

But is this something Ross would entertain?

Do I care

what Ross would entertain?
Have I not a,

a mind of my own?Sir, I beg your indulgence,

but...

I cannot allow my nephew

to sign this document.

RALPH:What?

Not being
sufficiently confident

of the merits of the deal.

Sir, I assure you...

Sir George and I will confer

and report our decision
in due course.

Good day to you, sir.

Do we dine at home tonight?

CARY:The Golden Hind
at Bedfont.

We must hurry if we're
to reach Trenwith by Sunday.

We're going to Trenwith?

Ha.

Is this not good news, my dear?

Thank you for your kind words.

Bravo, sir, well done.

Thank you.

Well done, Colonel. True patriot.

We seem to be very popular
here today.

Mission accomplished.

And tomorrow, Honduras.

Well, my dears,

let the gentlemen have
their small victories.

Mmm, for today it was we ladies
that made the difference

I leave tomorrow.

My credit's run out.

Returning to Cornwall?

How dismal.

Will you miss me?

Not in the least.

Nor I you.

So the pamphlets were a triumph.

There was I thinking
you might not approve.

Well, in truth,

I was not
altogether convinced.

And then I bethought me,

"What is a marriage
if we stand not together?"

Must I not trust
your judgment,

as you must trust mine?

I admit,
even I did not dare to hope

for such a rapid
and widespread response.

Mmm, yes, well,

I may have had a handin that.

Oh?

I may have given out

a few pamphlets at Hyde Park

and encouraged Kitty

and Caroline
to do the like.

Did I do wrong?

Ross, I only thought that the
more folk who know the truth,

the better.Yes, but...

a discreet circulation
to sympathetic colleagues

is one thing.

A wholesale papering

of all of London, it...What?

It does leave the government
with nowhere to hide.

Do it need to hide?

Ought it to?

You're right, my love.

It deserves to be exposed.

And whatever consequences
there may be...

Will there be?

Probably not.

Come.

You wished to see me.

So, Ned Despard has been
repositioned

as the heroic victim
of a vile conspiracy.

He is the victim
of a vile conspiracy.

Take care you do not
become embroiled

in one.I?

Since your reconnection
with Despard,

you've begun to associate
with other known Jacobins.

Despard's wife,
the assassin who tried

to kill the king...The man I disarmed?

And now your friend Enys is
the scourge

of the attorney general.

In isolation

these connections
would not be troubling.

Put them together

and a pattern emerges.

I've done nothing to merit
mistrust of any kind.

Except for this.

Had you been patient,

Despard may have returned
to his post.

Your intervention
has done the very thing

the government wished
to avoid.

It's drawn attention to
an unfortunate situation.

A miscarriage of justice.

Which has embarrassed the Crown

and its ministers.

Now the Crown requires you
to make amends.

At least they did not
specifically name me.

Though anyone familiar
with my methods

would guess at its target.

But Despard could not know
for certain

who led the campaign
for his recall.

Bannantine should pay
for this treachery.

Spy on Ned and Kitty?

Can you refuse?

I can remove us
from this place

and take us all
to Cornwall.

Will you tell Ned what you've been asked?

No. Why would I?

I've no intention
of doing it.

Dear Lord, Ross.

We're going home.
Are you not glad?

Of course, but like this,
under such threat?

They'll be no threat
once we're in Cornwall.

RALPH:Cecily,
I have a journey to make.

I'm leaving for Cornwall.

You will accompany me.

Pray do not trouble me
with your objections.

I would not dream of it, Papa.

Mm-hmm.

A few weeks of Cornish air

will do us all a power of good.

Ah, Valentine.

Look who I brought home
with me.

When I saw 'ee that day

with young Valentine,

seeing 'ee comfort
and talk to him...

made me desire
to have 'ee comfort and talk

to a child of our own.

Drake...

And maybe
that day'll never come.

But dare we not hope?

If something is broken
beyond recall...

But is it?

Truly?

Beyond recall?

Mama, I'm starving.

Yes, so you've said,
my love, every five minutes

since we left Plymouth.Shall I see if

they have any cake while we wait
for the horses to be changed?

Yes, go on,
go and sit down there.

Miss Hanson?

A welcome surprise.

Easy, boy.

Let's not treat our fellow diners to displays

of martial arts.No, indeed.

A cup of tea would be
far less distracting.

Are you staying in Truro, sir?

Yes, I am.Ah, well, perhaps

you'd appreciate
some reading matter

for the evening.

Cecily, go to your room.

Yes, Papa.

"A true and honest account

by James Bannantine."

Mr. Bannantine?

Is she here?

She said she'd be here.

She promised.Sit, nephew.

Take some, uh,
refreshment.

Where is she?

She'll, uh,

she'll be here
presently.

She did say so?

Yes, she, she said so.

Mmm.

Ah. There she is.

My dear, would you take
a little port?

Thank you, my dear.

How good it is
to be home again.

Wait for me!

Hurry up!

Careful.

Come on, Clowance.

Ross.

Happy now?And our feet

back on Cornish soil.

All's right
with the world.

London cannot touch us.

No.

It cannot.