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- Stay with us, friend.
- Colonel Despard.

- My name is Catherine Despard.
- Ned's wife?

Will you take on his case? It may be
the rashest thing you ever do.

When do we leave?

Mr Ralph Hanson Of the Mosquito
Shore Mahogany Company.

My daughter, Cecily.

Heaven save me from upstart Irishmen.

In Honduras, I was plagued by a most
vexatious specimen.

If you work for me, there must be trust.

- Did you do this?
- I did not.

- To my mother.
- To Elizabeth.

GUESTS: Elizabeth!

We should make arrangements for your
investiture by the King himself.

I'll remind Elizabeth!
It must have slipped her mind.

His Majesty's Government can always
find a covert role

for a person of your...

...talents.

What might the Government be willing
to do in return?

What do you recommend? A quiet life?

My head down and my mouth shut?

Where would be the fun in that?

Oi!

Oi!

Give us a penny?

Look, Jeremy!

Mama, why are there so many soldiers?

'Ey! Papa!

Thank you, sir.

We have guests.

Here he is! The root of all evil!

Devil incarnate.

At your service, ma'am.

I'm afraid you have a houseful!

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'll be a reckoning when I discover

who's responsible for my disgrace.

Do nothing in haste.

- They've no evidence of treachery.
- Because 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 favour?

Bannantine, my secretary.

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

I'll make enquires.

If 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 interests

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 labour thus required...

Slave labour.

Would that be a concern?

Why would it?

Now, one is naturally reluctant to
invite new investors to take

a slice of the pie.

But, due investment being required

and the rewards being bountiful...

All parties win.

I've never heard of the man.

Bannantine...?

I have no idea where he might be.

Mm, no.

I've heard no word of Bannantine in
months.

It would appear that Bannantine has
vanished.

What's it 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.

[SERVANT CLEARS HER THROAT]

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?

[BABY CRIES]

When will Papa return?

See'd 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?

Not unless it's a fairy child.

She does keep her distance, still?

She's yet so broken...

...and may never mend.

[MERRY HUMMING]

Right, impudence!

Get up and whitewash yon wall ye 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.

Thee? Mistress here?

Stranger things have happ'd.

[SHE HUMS AGAIN]

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.

But not the easy ones!

[MUSIC AND LAUGHTER]

BYSTANDER: Where did he pick that up?

Tasty.

Why do they look at her so?

Do they think she's...?

- A courtesan.
- What?!

Dear Lord, Ross, how dare they?!

Isn't that Despard...?

Shame on you!

Shame on you, Despard!

Traitor!

[A SLOW CLAP BEGINS]

Colonel Despard.

Mr Hanson...

...of the Mosquito Shore
Mahogany Company.

Now returned to English soil.

You remember my wife, Catherine.

It's 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 apologise to my wife.

Ned, I'm sure Mr Hanson meant no offence.

I can assure you none was taken.

As ever, we are redeemed by the
fairer sex.

No, 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's time we go.

She's a better woman than I.

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

- How does that serve his cause?
- 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.

CAROLINE: 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 spoilt for choice?

The honourable 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 expect 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?

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 is on Joseph Merceron.

[ROSS BANGS HIS HEAD]

[THEY BOTH GIGGLE]

- Gentlemen.
- 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 defence?

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 is 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 favours.

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 sabre 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 isn't
fit to receive the Lamb,

I will prove it.

Is this agitation usual for 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.

And 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, for that...

It is too much to ask?

Would you consider taking the
stand in his defence?

May I examine Mr Hadfield?

Of course.

Butter please, Jeremy.

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.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

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 were
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 are 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,

attempted to go against them...

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

So, a wasted journey?

What he told me would vindicate
Ned, but...

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

Will you tell Ned?

What would be the point?

Perhaps it's for the best.

If such forces do exist...

...is it not wise to avoid 'em?

Ross...

That man who bid you spy for him...?

Wickham?

If nought'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 am in his debt. You know that.

What can you do for him?

This is information which would
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...

Need 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 not...

Attempts on the King's life...

But Ned is not part of this violence.

It could be argued 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,
Doctor 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.

I told you.

- I'm invincible.
- Nephew?

Aunt Demelza!

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 gallivanting about together.

We're but common acquaintances.

Uncommon acquaintances.

Will you not be our trusted friend?

We'd esteem it the greatest favour.

Very well. But be discreet.

- Thank you!
- You're the best of aunts.

Another game?

[RUSTLING]

- [TWIG SNAPS]
- [BIRD TAKES FLIGHT]

Are you sure you're not wishing we
had the place to ourselves?

No.

Just...

I keep thinking someone's watching us.

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

and why would anyone wish to follow us.

It's as if I have any proof, I just...

I know I'm bein' foolish.

Perhaps I should not have asked you here.

- Are you wishin' me gone already?
- No!

I'm wishing London were not
so strange and so full of shadows.

Is Cornwall not so, too?

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

And 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.

[DOG GROWLS]

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 you have in that knapsack,
Samuel Carne?

Slice o' my heavy cake?

Back to yer hoein', Miss Impudent!

Maybe we two should hoe together?

Get off!

Now!

♪ There was an old couple
and they were poor ♪

♪ They lived in a house
with only one door ♪

♪ Oh, what a poor couple where they
where 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 don't 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."

[ALL SHOUTING]

Order!

"Arguments in favour 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 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.

Does he 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.

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 will return later.

Are you certain?

I am resolved.

The establishment will not thank you.

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.

Dr Dwight Enys to the stand.

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.

[CROWD MURMURS]

Order!

James wrote this?

Ross had 'em printed.

He means to circulate 'em 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
sabre 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!

Thank you, 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 when 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, 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.

Then I'm 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?

In these uncertain times,
shouldn't we doubt everyone?

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 you...?

Is Bannantine in London?

Come with me.

Let's see if this has the
effect I intend.

Gentlemen, may I beg your indulgence

- and ask you to read these pamphlets?
- Thank you.

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 humour.

No company.

No purpose.

What if I make it my mission
to entertain you?

Then I should 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.

It will not end well, I fear.

So, we nip this in the bud,
return to Cornwall,

and take Geoffrey Charles with us.

It will at least keep him away from
that odious man, Ralph Hanson.

I pity his daughter.

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,

which 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?

In the present climate, not difficult.

What the Crown fears above
all else is revolution.

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.

Well, 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.

ELIZABETH: Are you sure, George?
Is this really what you wish?

Is it what I wish?

- What?
- 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?

Nephew...?

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 mind of my own?

Sir, I beg your indulgence,

but I cannot allow my nephew
to sign this document.

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?
- The Golden Hind, at Bedfont.

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

We're going to Trenwith?

Ah! Is this not good news, my dear?

Thank you for your kind words.

Well done, Colonel. True patriot.

We seem to be very popular here today.

Mission accomplished.

Tomorrow, Honduras!

Well, my dears, let the gentlemen
have their small victories!

For today, it was we ladies
who made the difference!

I leave tomorrow. My credit has run out.

Returning to Cornwall?

How dismal!

- Will you miss me?
- Not in the least!

Nor I you.

So, the pamphlets were a triumph.

And 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 did not dare to hope

for such a rapid and widespread response.

Yes.

I may have had a hand in 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.

- [KNOCK AT DOOR]

- 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
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 do 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?

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 a threat?

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

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.

A few weeks of Cornish air will
do us all the power of good.

Ah, Valentine!

Look who I've brought home with me.

When I saw you that day,

with young Valentine...

...seeing you comfort and talk to him...

...made me desire to have you comfort
and talk to a child of our own.

Drake...

And maybe that day will never come.

But dare we not hope?

If something is broken beyond recall...

But is it?

Truly?

Beyond recall?

Mama, I'm starving!

So you've said, my love, every five
minutes since we left Plymouth.

Shall we see if they have any cake

while we wait for the
horses to be changed?

- Yes, please!
- 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 distractin'.

Are you staying in Truro, sir?

Yes, I am.

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."

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

Mr Bannantine?

Is she here?

She said she'd be here. She promised.

Sit, nephew, take some refreshment.

But where is she?

She'll, er, she'll be here presently.

- But she did say so?
- Yes. She said so.

Ah, there she is!

My dear, would you take a little port?

Thank you, my dear.

How good it is to be home again.

Are you happy now?

With our feet back on Cornish soil.

All's right in the world.

London cannot touch us.

No.

It cannot.

Accident! Accident at Wheal Plenty!

Up to 20 miners missing,
some of them children.

For a man of Sir George's stubbornness,

a more robust approach is required.

I see no reason to account to you
for the welfare of my grandson.

- Clear the way!
- No! No! Ned!

Is it not a slave's duty to
perform as directed?

Where did you get that?