All language subtitles for Poldark S03E02.1080p.BluRay.x264

(Gulls crying)

MINER: You settling well down here, Drake?

SAM: Yet Jesus did also say,

"Let he who is without sin

cast the first stone."

I speak to ye now as a fellow sinner.

Will you rise with me
from the Slough of Despond?

If he wished for an easy life, he'd do well
to keep his head down and his mouth shut.

- ...having no claim to the...
- Is he giving you trouble?

Nay, he do labour hard as any. More than most.

Ah. Truth is, in time of war and famine, there's
plenty looking for something to believe in.

...a living soul and stamped that soul
with the image of God.

It's free grace that formed man of the dust...

(Low chatter)

(Low chatter continues)

Did I mention that Verity will join us
for the christening?

-Indeed.
- That's my aunt.

She's a Poldark, like me and Aunt Agatha.

Will the other Poldarks be coming?
The ones at Nampara?

My dear, it is your good fortune to be
unacquainted with the Nampara Poldarks

and long may you remain so blessed.

Ross Poldark has chosen to sever all ties with
his Trenwith relations...

...and we feel nothing but relief
at being spared his intrusions.

(Clears throat)

Thank 'ee, Lord, for sending us these gifts:
this food, this water...

This house.

By the grace of God.

By the grace of Caph Ross.

Yet 'tis the Lord have guided he
to offer such a thing.

On the contrary.
It was the tip of your sister's foot did that.

It will be a fine place to start our mission.

And so we pray for new beams
to mend our broken roof

and then we'll do everything in our power to
bring redemption to the dark places of Cornwall.

PRUDIE: Good luck with that.

Is Trenwith such a place?

Why do you ask?

I've heard tell 'twas once your family home,
but now it's fallen into unfriendly hands.

It has...and you'll favour me
by never setting foot on Trenwith land...

...or having dealings with any of the household.

(Thunder rumbling, wind billowing)

- (Sighs)
- Did you need to forbid them?

They're unlike' to go looking for trouble.

Knowing them, it'll find them anyway.

- As it oft seems to find you.
- (Chuckles)

Those days are done.

I'm a respectable country squire now...

- (Laughs)
- ..with a home, a mine...

...a family, a wife.

I shall make the most of what life has to offer.

Including me?

Especially you.

- (Clatter)
- Alackaday!

It is a fearful thing to be a poor maid
with no man to care for her.

- Would 'ee like for I to help 'ee?
- 'Tis kindly thought.

Since my old man did cart off, old Prudie
have had to tend to these needs herself.

Not to mention...other needs a body might have.

(Giggles)

Seems a lifetime since I married Dwight...

...yet it's barely been a month.

He'll be home again soon.

Won't he?

My most beloved wife, Caroline,
I write with some trepidation.

The French fleet has been sighted not far from
our present position in the Channel.

Though it is impossible to know
how soon we must engage with them,

yet we know that attack is inevitable.

Ibeg you will not distress yourself,
forl have confidence that we will prevail,

that I will soon return home to you, my love.

When will you announce your marriage?

I've been thinking
it might seem disrespectful to Uncle Ray

if it were known I'd married Dwight in secret.

So, when he returns,
perhaps a small visit to the church.

Where there will seem to be a wedding.

Followed by a lavish celebration at Killewarren.

- And no-0ne'll be any the wiser.
- (Ross chuckles)

CAROLINE: It's the seemly thing to do,
out of respect for Uncle Ray.

BASSETT: Ray Penvenen's death
has been a great loss to the county.

He was a gentleman of the first degree.

Possessed a common touch, lived a simple life.

We of less exalted stock
would do well to follow his example.

And yet you yourself have risen far, Sir Francis,

- in wealth and status.
- As have you.

Do you believe that we who have acquired
the privileges of wealth

should enjoy superiority in all matters?

I feel that power should always be in the hands
of those who know what to do with it.

And justice?

Superiority of intellect
will always ensure that justice is done...

...as Ray Penvenen proved
when he served as Magistrate.

Yes.

However shall we replace him?

I'm having a small gathering here next week.

Perhaps you'd favour me with your company
and that of your charming wife?

We'd be delighted.

DRAKE: Do 'ee never go to church, sister?
- Once a year on Christmas Day.

The rest of the year,
I try and behave like a good Christian.

By avoiding sin?

See, I'm not that convinced about sin, brother.

I think more highly of love, my husband,
my child, my dog, my home.

Those matter more to me than
a man sat on a throne in Heaven.

But, sister, if you love Him first,
then all the rest will follow.

I don't think I want it to follow, Drake.
I think I want it just as it is.

Oh, well, I promised I'd try.

What?

He's set you on to try and convert me?

He thinks you've more a taking for me
than for him.

I have a taking for you both.

And you've a beguiling way, Drake Came.

I tremble for the young maids hereabouts.

(Both laugh)

(Elizabeth clears her throat)

Is that a comical book, Morwenna?

No, cousin. I believe it's the same one
you used to teach from.

I don't recall it being so amusing.

It never used to seem so.

(Valentine cries)

(Laughter resumes)

(Stifled laughter)

(Blows thudding)

(Shouting)

Get away from here.

- That's it.
- Go on, lad!

(Shouting)

- What's amiss?
- An old friend of yours.

Not been seen in these parts
since your father died.

Tholly!

Is it thee, young Cap'n?

Ooh!

(Groans)

(Moans)

(Chuckles) Well!

(Coughs)

(Splutters)

- (Laughs)
- Tholly Tregirls.

- I thought you were dead.
- Ah!

Been nigh it oft enough, young Cap'n,
but cheated it by a whisker.

Or a hand. (Chuckles)

- I see Ned remembered you.
- As do half the husbands and fathers in Sawle.

Is it my fault maidens can't resist I?

Where I've been these 13 years?
What's my trade?

Well, some do klep me "pirate",
some “free trader".

And some less flattering names?

Fixer, fetcher, that's what I calls it.

- You wants it, I ferrets it out.
- At a cost.

Which my father used to say
was more than guineas.

It didn't stop him from joining
my adventures though, did it?

- Nor thee, young Cap'n.
- Well, I shan't be joining any more.

Never say that, son.

See this little pouch?

In it, I carry the bones of my hand.

(Rattling)

(Chuckles)

Remind I how fragile is life.

Like in France now. Terrible state.

Bloodshed and riot, murder and mayhem.

Live for the moment, say I...

...and be damned to the consequence.

It's in the blood, son.

Adventuring.

Old Joshua could never resist.

And I've suspicion t'will not be long afore
we'll be off on a jaunt again.

(Softly) Not if I can help it.

Sir Francis did not explicitly offer me
the position of Magistrate...

- But you expect him to?
- On Monday, when we attend his gathering.

I'll need robes, of course.

A suitable wig.

But I can see myself on the bench,
dispensing justice.

I seem to recall Francis thought it
remarkably tedious.

Francis took its benefits for granted.

- I see it as a means to an end.
- Which is?

To ensure that my son and heir
does not have to fight for his place in society.

Francis and I used to play here
when we were boys.

Perhaps Geoffrey Charles will do the same...
with Valentine.

- You fear for him?
- Who?

Geoffrey Charles.

Left to the tender mercies of George,
how can I not?

He was right.

Now he has a son, everything will change.

Not for us.

Let us keep our distance and all will be well.

Little Verity.

Oh, Aunt, I'm so glad to see you.

Comely little mite.

- Take off after his father, do 'ee?
- I like to think so.

Verity. So good of you to come.
We're quite the family gathering.

Are Ross and Demelza here?

- Oh, no, that is...
- They don't count as family now.

Ross and George still have their differences.

But what a cherub he is.

Oh, and image of his papa.

And Valentine, who does he favour?

Aw! Shall we go inside?

Let's see what's inside. (Chuckles)

(Whinnyiflg)

Lord have mercy on that poor Valentine,
christened this day a Warleggan.

Little tacker giving you grief, is he?

Who says it's a he?

A crossbeam from a ship.

There'll be many such timbers
before the war is over.

Thank you, brother.
'Twill be just the thing to bolster the roof.

And we shall pray for
the souls of those who perished.

Which I daresay 'ee object to,

since 'ee did bestow the cottage as a dwelling,
not a meeting house.

I couldn't care less what you use it for, as long
as you don't stir up unrest in the village.

We've had enough in recent years.
We're looking for a little peace.

In the Lord shall ye find it.

In truth, Sam's flock have so swelled already,
we must look out a larger house of worship.

Preferably not on my land.

(50th grunt)

Valentine George, I baptise thee

in the name of the Father and of the Son...

...and of the Holy Ghost.

(Bells pealing)

Verity'll be there and Caroline...

...at the christening.

(Bells continue pealing)

Yes, my son was most eager
to make his entrance into the world.

- (Valentine cries)
- Already he's dictating terms.

- His father's son.
- A true Warleggan.

It's been a while since
you graced our humble house of prayer.

- Do you find it much changed?
- In what regard?

The roof no longer leaks, the west window
is repaired, new candlesticks adorn the altar.

- Courtesy of yourself?
- Who else?

As head of the premier family of the district,
I believe it's my duty to lead the way.

Was this not lately the Poldark family church?

George has a short memory.

I wonder, brother,
whether this church might not suit us.

They seem a goodly,
Christian set of folks hereabouts.

Here you go.

Dear Valentine. A robust little creature
and none the worse for coming a month early.

- He's darker than his father.
- I think he favours his mother.

(Coughs)

And may we expect an announcement soon?

Your engagement to Lord Coniston?

Oh, no, I could not possibly consider it
so soon after my uncle's death.

Do I understand that Dr Enys assisted
at Valentine's delivery?

Mm, I'm sure we were much obliged to him.

I assume he's now returned to the Navy.

I believe he's in the Channel Patrol
with the Western Squadron.

The Western? I trust they were not involved
in this latest skirmish.

VERITY: Skirmish? We have not heard of any.

Yes, we had it from one of our agents
in Falmouth, Ned Pellew's squadron, was it?

Caught in a storm,
battled the French for over 12 hours.

Three French ships lost, four of ours
and a merchant ship blown off course.

- A merchant ship?
- Lost? You mean sunk?

- As I understand it.
- Do you recall any names?

Turmoil. Trident.

GEORGE: As to the merchant ship, I've no idea.

Please excuse us, Miss Penvenen is unwell.

- Judas! Is it certain?
- Nothing's certain.

I must send to Falmouth to the naval officers.

As wife of Captain Blarney,
I'm well known in the town.

- I hope someone can enlighten us.
- Ross is at the mine. Where's Prudie? Prudie?

Prudie!

(Panting)

The maid say you must get 'ee to Truro.

(Whinnyiflg)

(Grunts)

This be the path,

but now it goes across private land.

Be this not the land
of which Cap'n Ross did speak?

We must go round.

'Twill add miles. My shoulder's fair cracking.

I say we risk it.

'Tis not as if we mean any harm.

Lord, but christenings are dull!

Thank heaven we escaped.

Your mama may not be so pleased.

Oh.

Who's that?

GEOFFREY CHARLES: This is private property!

Sur,
we're just carrying this timber over to Sawle.

'Tis some heavy
and we thought to take a shortcut.

Perhaps you might assure young master...
Warleggan, is it?

No, it is not. My name is Poldark
and this is Poldark land.

Oh, 'tis you we seen by the path when
'ee did kindly direct us to my sister's house.

Who's your sister?

Demelza Poldark.

That's my aunt.

Does that mean we're related?

Indirectly.

I think we must be going.

Your mama will wonder where we are.

Mr Warleggan has men patrolling the grounds.

If you make haste, you will avoid them.

'Tis kind of 'ee, ma'am.

We're much in your debt.

I think, Geoffrey, it would be wise
to say nothing of meeting those young men.

Your uncle is strict about trespass.

We would not want to get them into trouble.

Do you really think
they're related to Aunt Demelza?

Seems unlikely. They seem very low-born.

(Clears throat)

You might have picked more
had you not wasted time talking to I,

so I picked 'em for 'ee.

(Approaching footsteps)

A small token to celebrate this auspicious day...

- ...which I trust will be the first of many.
- How thoughtful you are.

I'm astonished at Verity, making off like that
and taking Caroline with her.

What on earth could she mean?

(Door closes)

Truro yielded little news,
most of it vague and not to be relied upon.

But there are rumours that
the merchant ship is the Esmeralda.

- No.
- She appears to be missing.

Oh, dear God.

- And the Travail?
- Lost off the French coast.

Oh, heavens!

There's no way of knowing if any came ashore
or if she perished with all hands aboard.

(Weeps)

(SObs)

I've looked for Tholly, but so far not a whisper.

Mm. Typical.
Whenever he might be of use, he vanishes.

Or doubtless he's found some credulous wench
to take him to bed.

I'm not that sorry.

Involvement with Tholly always comes at a price

and I have my own connections.

In the trade?

I know I promised Demelza
my dealings there were over,

but...this is for Dwight and my cousin Verity.

So, we put the word out?

All along the coast.

Any who travel to the Scillies
and especially to France,

tell them to keep their ear to the ground.

Any rumour, chance remark...

There again, we could always look to the power
of prayer to guide our search on this holy day.

Hm.

(Bell tolls)

(indistinct chatter)

(Chatter quietens)

(Both giggle)

'Tis now past the hour, sur.

Our service begins when Mr Warleggan arrives.

Warleggan?

Then, let us while away the time
by praising the Lord in song.

Has little Verity abandoned us?

She sent for the baby
and said she'd return soon.

Perhaps she finds her Nampara cousins
more congenial.

George, are you ready?

I dislike to keep the congregation waiting.

Francis was never late...

...but Francis did not assume Sunday worship
was conducted purely for his benefit.

♪ A token of His love He gives

♪ A pledge of liberty

♪ I find Him lifting up my head

♪ He brings salvation near

♪ His presence

♪ Makes me free indeed

♪ And He will soon appear

♪ Jesus, I hang...
- I can only apologise.

Certain new members of our congregation
took matters into their own hands.

♪ ..upon Thy word

♪ I steadfastly believe

♪ Thou wilt return

♪ And claim me, Lord

ZACKY: Rumours aplenty, none of them good.

A guinea for anyone with solid information.

Eye-witnesses, names...

You know where to find me.

I think I must return to Killewarren.
There's little I can do here

and Ross will bring me news
the minute he has any.

Then I shall return to Trenwith.

Elizabeth must think me unconscionably rude.

The last thing we need is
more discord between our two houses.

(indistinct chatter)

God's grace go with 'ee, sur.

The insolence of the man.

That's Methodists for you.

It disquiets me to see how
they set themselves apart,

- as if thinking themselves superior.
- I must humbly agree, sir.

In which case, can I suggest
you deal with them in an appropriate way?

(Knocking on door)

- (Door opens)
- Reverend Odgers. Come in.

ROSS: That's all we need.
More conflict with George.

But how dare Odgers forbid
decent, God-fearing Christians his church?

Yet, with respect, brother, the Lord will surely
have some purpose in these ructions.

I don't require the Lord's intervention
in my affairs, nor yours.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

the Lord has seen fit to consign
hundreds of souls to the bottom of the sea

and I must try and discover if
my friends are amongst them.

No news is better than ill news.

Ross promised to send word
as soon as he had it.

You may be sure he'll keep his word.

'Tis the Poldark way.

My dear, this feud between Ross and George,
can you find no way to end it?

You were once a Poldark yourself.

When you married Andrew,
against the wishes of your family,

did you not vow to take his part in all things?

Yes, of course, but...

Well, I vowed likewise.

I am Warleggan now
and must take my husband's part.

- Even against Ross?
- Especially against Ross?

(Door opens)

Well?

The Esmeralda seems to have disappeared
off the face of the earth.

And the Travail?

There was a ship smashed upon rocks.

A handful of men came ashore,

were met by a lawless rabble,

rounded up, set upon.

Where they were taken, God knows.

Or indeed, if the ship was the Travail.

And if it were...

...how can we know if Dwight survived?

We can't...

...at this distance.

Ross, you would not venture to France now,
in the midst of riot and bloodshed?

How would you even get there?

What would you have me do?
Abandon Dwight to his fate?

No, but at least not be in such haste.

See if anything can be heard by other means...

As you wish.

You agree?

Why?

We have an invitation from Sir Francis Basset.

- Who's he?
- What George aspires to be.

His family came from nothing, yet his wealth and
status now dwarf everyone else in the county.

- Why would he invite us?
- No idea.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't go...

...especially as George and Elizabeth
will likely be there.

But I'm told he has several
French nobles staying with him.

- If they're lately from France...
- Might they have news of Dwight?

Hardly. But the Travail, of its fate, who knows?

So you won't go to France
before you speak with them?

I won't go to France before that.

(Cries)

Forgive me, I heard crying
and thought Valentine was in distress.

Yes, he often seems so.

(Crying continues)

Will you not pick him up?

And have him think
he may always have his own way?

- Geoffrey Charles never cried.
- Because you never left him to.

All children are different.
If you have another, you'll realise that.

Forgive me.

I hope and pray you will have the chance.

And that the child is as gentle
and amiable as Geoffrey Charles.

Now, let us not be late for Sir Francis.

(Cries)

(Chuckles) This is the best beach in the world.

And it belongs to my Uncle Ross.

Oh!

Then, should we really be venturing,
given the disagreement between your families?

It's no disagreement of mine.

Oh, but look! Is that not Aunt Demelza's brother?

Master Geoffrey!

Miss Morwenna!

Proper waves, these, eh?

Oh, 'twill not be new to you, young master,
but to I, the discoveries I've made!

Course you'll know all about the Holy Well...

No. What is it?

'Tis a hollow in the rocks by the sea,
but the water's pure and sweet,

on account of it was consecrated
a thousand year gone by Saint Sawle himself.

Would 'ee care to see it?

- Oh, no, I don't...l don't believe we...
- Of course she would.

Lead on!

ROSS: Far outshines Trenwith.

Or Killewarren.

And anything else in these parts.

Was it not built on the proceeds of their mines?

DEMELZA: Think of that, Ross,
if the lode did continue at Grace...

In ten years,
I might be able to build us a small outhouse.

(Classical music)

We know our mission?

Get news of the Travail and Esmeralda,
by any means necessary.

(Water droplets splashing)

'Tis sweet. Taste it!

So it is.

'Tis a wishin' well too, they say.

What you do is, dip your right hand in the water,

saying "Father, Son and Holy Spirit,"
and then your wish is granted.

- That's sacrilege.
- 'Tisn't, though, begging your pardon.

This be a holy place as much as any church.

I suppose so.

I'll go first.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Now you, Miss Morwenna.

(Whispers) Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

I'm not sure St Sawle would approve of us,
making our frivolous wishes at his well.

Mine wasn't frivolous.

Nor mine.

Nor mine.

I must take Geoffrey home.
We've been gone for hours.

Race me!

Miss Morwenna.

Just something I made.

(Classical music continues)

(Chatter)

Sir Francis, may I introduce my wife Demelza?

Is it you we have to thank for
your husband's presence here today?

- He generally shuns society.
- I had much ado to persuade him.

(Chuckles)
Do you not think we should stick together?

After all, between us,
we provide work for much of the county.

I wouldn't presume to compare
my enterprise with yours.

But I trust we have things in common.

A concern for the conditions
in which miners work, a wish to improve them.

Have a care, or you'll be called a Jacobin.

Like yourself? (Chuckles)

In truth, I'm no friend of revolution.

To be governed by the mob is
to see the end of civil and religious liberties.

As those gentlemen would tell you.

- They've escaped from France?
- Within an inch of their lives.

Terror and bloodshed,
that is not democracy, that is vengeance.

And where it stalks, no-one is safe.
Let me introduce you.

Ah, there is Sir Francis.

Of course, it does not do to seem too eager.

I can't imagine why Ross is here.

The Poldarks and Bassets
have a long acquaintance.

The connection goes back generations.

Of course, Sir Francis welcomes newer families,

those whose fortunes,
like his own, were made not inherited.

I must go and speak to Lady Whitworth.

Drake's very common, isn't he?

If by that you mean he's very low-born...

Oh, I don't care that he is.

To my mind, he has more wit and humour
than many of our class.

I would not let your Uncle George
hear you say that.

In fact, I would not mention these visits at all.

Perhaps we shouldn't come again.

Morvvenna, it's the best beach in Cornwall.

It is Poldark land and Drake's a Poldark relative.

(Sighs) I don't think any good could come of it.

(Classical music continues)

Mistress Poldark...

- Are you impressed with Tehidy?
- Who could not be?

You don't find it too intimidating,
in its size and splendour?

But, of course, these days you glide with ease
through all of society, from lowest to high.

Why, only now,
I saw you conversing with our French amis.

They were speaking of plans
for a landing in Brittany.

- British-funded, no doubt.
- To raise the Royalist flag.

- The Bretons suffer fearfully.
- You seem very well-informed.

Well, I wonder what advantage
we might take of such a landing?

We? As in the British Navy?

As in we who have friends or relatives,
lost on French shores.

Dr Enys, for instance?

And if such a landing might be
a means of locating such as survived,

- and if it did, of later freeing them.
- Interesting thought.

Though entirely fanciful.

If such a landing were to be managed,
its aim would surely be the liberation of France,

not the rescue of some minor English officers.

Reverend Halse,
do you know Captain Poldark's wife?

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

'Tis fortunate this is a large house, sir, then you
and my husband may avoid each other.

Shall we try our luck at faro?

By all means, sir. I'll join directly.

It will certainly be a hazardous venture,
but I wish you all success.

- Merci, monsieur. Merci.
- Mr Poldark.

Reverend Halse.

I wonder if you would favour me
with a moment of your time?

As you wish.

Ray Penvenen is a great loss.

A man of his breeding, good sense,
not easily replaced.

- On the bench, I mean.
- I couldn't say.

I never came before him.

A man of integrity, conviction.

In a Justice of the Peace,
that is what one seeks.

And so often fails to find.

Your cousin was a magistrate.
Your uncle before him.

There's been a Poldark on the bench
for the last hundred years.

Then, you'll be glad to see
I've broken with tradition.

Sir Francis Basset is not glad.

He's asked me to intervene. To invite you
to step up and follow in their footsteps.

He and you must know it's barely four years
since I was on trial for wrecking, riot and assault.

On which charges you were,
miraculously, acquitted.

And two years before that,
I broke into Bodmin Jail and freed a prisoner.

Or do you and your fellow-justices regard this
as "youthful exuberance"?

It's possible we espouse the principle
that a reformed sinner makes the best parson.

It's not simply in the matter of justice
that one wields power.

As a magistrate,
one has a say in the setting of rates, taxes,

the use to which they are put.

One's influence in many spheres
is considerable.

Then I'd be required to judge my fellow men.

Naturally.

Therein lies the problem.

You should be aware that, if you decline
this role, it will be offered elsewhere...

Nevertheless, I do decline.

...to Mr George Warleggan.

An admirable choice.

George has all the qualities I lack.

And lacks many of the qualities you have.

Do not lose heart.

- I'm sure he's safe.
- Then, why have we not had word?

I must prepare myself.

- Verity...
- My dear, do not pity me.

Pity Caroline.

Her life with Dwight has barely begun
and I've had six years of happiness.

I have our beloved child.

I never expected such joy...

...and if all is now lost... (Sniffs)

I'll be forever grateful I had it so long.

- You're too good.
- I'm not.

I'm like you.

You've learnt to make the best and
to be grateful for whatever you have in your life.

Even Elizabeth and George?

I confess, that disquiets me.

The Poldarks are quick to anger
and slow to forgive, but you...

Have you become so like Ross
that you can no longer let go ill-will?

Here we are, in the same room,
bound by ties of blood, yet unable to meet.

Will you not let me bring you together?

- 'Tis impossible.
- Why? What is the cause of this present feud?

- My dear, your husband's ship, the Esmeralda...
- Yes?

Captain Trevose has had word
from the Admiralty.

She put into port in Lisbon two days ago,
weather-beaten but unharmed.

(indistinct chatter)

I must go to Lisbon.

Most excellent news. I'm very glad.

You refused the offer?

'Twas a mistake.

As Magistrate,
you could've done so much good.

Common folk did need someone on their side.

I wouldn't be permitted to be "on their side,"
I'd be obliged to be "fair“.

And would you not use your power wisely,
with justice and mercy, for all the right reasons?

Unlike someone we know?

(Softly) Yes.

Did you glean anything from the Frenchmen?

Nothing I didn't already know.

(Whip cracks)

(Whinnyiflg)

ROSS: I didn't wish to distress Caroline,

but the Comte de Sombreuil thinks
we should prepare for the worst.

- Why?
- If there were survivors, there'd be names, lists,

posted about the streets,
to boast of their capture.

There are no lists.

So no-one survived?

Justice of the Peace. (Chuckles)

The first Warleggan to be called to the bench.

Are you not impressed?

Unsurprised.

After all, what other candidate could there be?

Ross?

Ross?

The obvious choice.

And yet he was not offered it.

Perhaps he was.

(Gulls cry)

Lisbon awaits us, sweetheart,
and Papa will be waiting for us.

If we close our eyes,
we can imagine we're already there.

(Both laugh)

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

Morwenna.

There is some consolation.

I knew if it existed, you'd find it.

Andrew is safe
and Verity will soon join him in Lisbon...

...and Sam and Drake have settled.

And we left Tehidy
without bad words 'twixt you and George.

So perhaps we can hope for
a little peace in our lives.

Peace, yes.

I like the sound of that.

(Knocking on door)

(Knocking continues)

(Groans)

A guinea was the sum, I bela'?

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

The Travail ran aground
near a place called Quimper.

An old convent turned into a prison.
Hundreds of prisoners are there.

- Could Dwight be there?
- If he survived.

An old friend of my father
has contacts in France.

Smuggling contacts.

There's a merchant in Roscoff,
a man called Clisson.

He's known in the town and would be willing
to seek out information...f0r a price.

And so?

I think I must go.

Little Verity.

Will I ever see you again?

You shall, dear Aunt, I promise you.

(Whip cracks)

Where are you, my love?

Where are you?

Un...

...deux...trois!

Arréte!

Léve-toi maintenant!

Léve-toi! J'ai dis léve-toi!

(French officer shouts)

Be ready and heave!

Heave!

(Tholly calls out)

Heave!

(Calls out)

(Exhales deeply)

See, I telled 'ee, young Cap'n,
we'd soon be off on anotherjaunt!

Ready.

Wait...for the Cap'n!

Ready!

And heave!