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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.