All language subtitles for Poldark S03E04.1080p.BluRay.x264

(Gaspiflg)

(Shivering)

(Children crying)

MAN: The grain ship's in!

It's in! The grain ship's in. Make haste!

The Princess Charlotte was ambushed
this morning at Truro quay.

- Was she carrying corn?
- Mm.

Then of course she was ambushed.
What else could starving people do?

You have been found guilty
of riot and theft,

crimes for which there can be no justification.

ROSS: The grain stores
have been empty for months.

Failed harvest, worst winter in 30 years.

To summon up a vicious mob,

to seize without compunction
the property of your betters.

This demonstrates a contempt for the law
which cannot go unpunished.

(Gunshots)

How else are poor folks
to get food in their bellies?

No doubt they paid dearly for it.

20 dead.

Some shot,
others trampled underfoot in the panic.

- Is the Princess Charlotte a Warleggan ship?
- She is.

Then those who survived will also pay.

I am committing you for trial at the next assizes

with recommendation that you be sentenced
to 15 years' transportation.

- That's not fair.
- (Clamour of protests)

SOLDIER: Move along!

(Cries out)

Prudie!

- Run and make sure all's ready.
- I don't like it, maid.

'T'ain't sense, 't'ain't clever, 't'ain't wise.

'Tis more than wise to avoid
the faddlings of Dr Choake!

Without Dwight,
Ross won't hear of me birthin' alone.

But what he don't know, can't hurt him!

(Grunts)

(Breathes deeply)

Run!

Do George Warleggan not see the connection
between failed harvests and folk rioting?

ROSS: And his decision to hoard grain?
Clearly not.

I give you Wheal Leisure.

Once a Poldark mine, built on Poldark land.

Begun with high hopes
and the naive aim of giving work

and decent living conditions
to local men and women.

Now in the hands of a man without conscience.

For whom workers are chaff and profit is God.

'Twas a noble aim, Ross.
'Twas a worthy enterprise.

I wonder if he thinks so.

What did he die of? Starvation?

Pneumonia.

I'm told he'd been fading for weeks
but declined to stay home and rest.

He has only himself to blame.

It would appear so.

This was a good mine
before you got your hands on her, George.

My dear Ross,
this was only ever an average mine.

Oh, the famous red copper?

The precious commodity
which made her such a rarity?

It's finished.

Oh, there are other lodes, far less rich,
far less profitable.

Yet I see why you're so attached to her.

You're kindred spirits.

Both full of noise
but ultimately lacking in substance.

Go on, Ross. Tell me to get off your land.
Oh, wait, you can't.

Because the land we're standing on
belongs to the mine.

And the mine belongs to me.

How do you sleep at night, George?

Perhaps you should ask Elizabeth.

Ross, shall we?

(Clicks tongue)

Demelza?

Demelza?

Oh, Cap'n Ross, Mistress Demelza say
can 'ee fetch her up a dish 0' soup?

- Surely that's your...
- (Door closes)

Thank you kindly, my man.
Just set it down over there.

- Are you unwell?
- Never better.

Can I do anything else for your Ladyship?

Well, you could say good day to your daughter.

Miss Clowance Poldark.

Where was Dr Choake?

Ah, 'twas all over afore we could send for him.

(Baby crying)

Why is he so fretful?

Dr Choake says it's wilfulness.

He thinks we should put our foot down.

Martha. See he's kept warm and quiet.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm going to Lady Randolph's for tea.

Do you dine at home this evening?

At the Trevelyans'.
And then to the Carricks' for cards.

Invitations come thick and fast.

Though not from the Godolphins.

Despite your letting young Anthony
off the hook in court.

These ancient families require persistence.

But Christmas is coming.
The perfect excuse for a ball.

- To which the Godolphins will be invited.
- But will they accept?

I must go. I'm expected at a Wheal Leisure
shareholders meeting.

Sadly, without the presence of Ross Poldark
to amuse me.

How I miss the days
when I had him at my mercy.

Drake! You came.

What's in your basket? Toads!

- You said your aunt loved a toad.
- (Laughs)

I've a gift for 'ee too, Miss Morwenna.

Winter primroses!

Where did you find them?

That's for me to know, but if 'ee ever wish for
more, I'll comb the earth in search of 'em.

Come on.

Aunt Agatha, Drake's here!
With a surprise.

Uncle George hates toads
and had them all cleared from our pond.

Imagine if they ever came back.

Geoffrey Charles, I'm not sure
your Uncle George would approve...

- Of the toad?
- Of our guest.

Aunt Agatha won't tell him. Will you, Aunt?

Did you know Geoffrey Charles's friend
is related to my nephew?

Of course you do. For Geoffrey
Charles's friend tells you a great deal.

Tell my nephew his aunt
is much aggrieved at his neglect!

I have a letter from our celebrated Member
of Parliament, Unwin Trevaunance.

Whom you jilted.

I may have encouraged him
to think he had another chance.

In return for?

- Information on a certain naval officer.
- And?

According to this letter, he's brought his
influence to bear at the Admiralty.

- They have everything in hand.
- Have they?

Our people are speaking to theirs
and shortly all the officers will be released.

- In time for Christmas?
- Or shortly after.

- So Unwin has his uses after all!
- (Baby grizzles)

(Moaning)

(Whimpering)

Argh!

(Moaning and coughing)

(Whimpering and moaning)

- A letter for you, miss.
- Thank you.

Oh.

Geoffrey Charles and I
are to go to Truro for Christmas.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: To Uncle George's?

The carriage will come for us on Saturday.

How long will 'ee be gone?

A few weeks...maybe more.

I'd come to bid 'ee goodbye,
but I must be at the christening.

'Tis my sister's child, Clowance.

Your cousin, Master Geoffrey.

If we're away for Christmas,
I must give you your present now.

- Oh, there's no need.
- Oh, there is. Wait there.

I've nothing to give you.

You gave me this.

It's the most precious gift I've ever received.

You'll never take it off?

I never will.

Here you are, Drake.
So you can write to me when I'm away.

Oh, thank you, Master Geoffrey.

Your cheeks are flushed, Wenna.
Have you a fever?

Be that the light of God in your eyes?

Maybe not entire,
but 'tis sacred to me nonetheless.

But is she worth the risk of your mortal soul?

Reckon so!

Is that wise?

I have neglected her of late.

You swore you'd keep your distance
from all things Trenwith.

Agatha is not "all things Trenwith".

She's a Poldark. And my aunt.

George has brought Leisure to its knees.
I'll be damned if he'll do the same to Agatha.

Why shouldn't she come
to my daughter's christening?

(Hammering at door)

(Door opens)

(Bell tolls)

I've sent the carriage for Morwenna
and Geoffrey Charles,

as you requested.

Geoffrey Charles! Wait...

You needn't come.

- I don't think either of us should.
- I'm going, Wenna.

No one needs to know.

We thank you, Almighty God,
for the gift of water.

Over it the Holy Spirit moved
in the beginning of creation.

My husband is here in spirit.

And is godfather in absentia.

- In these times of dire poverty and starvation...
- (Door opens)

...remind us how you led the children of Israel
out of their bondage in Egypt...

...into the land of plenty.

How your son, Jesus,
received the baptism of John

and was anointed by the Holy Spirit
as the Messiah.

Christ did lead us through the toils
and tribulations of this earth,

from the bondage of suffering
into everlasting life.

- I hope you'll forgive our intrusion.
- It's no intrusion.

- Will you join our celebrations at Nampara?
- Oh, well...

- Oh, Wenna, let's!
- Don't think we can.

We're leaving for Truro.
Indeed, we're already late.

But maybe just for half an hour?

I fear we cannot.
Much as I would like to.

- (Sighs)
- You'll spend Christmas in Truro?

More's the pity!
Uncle George is no Saint Nicholas.

And poor Aunt Agatha will be left all alone.

-Indeed“.
- My brother is a gentle soul.

And has a kind of goodness,
the like of which I've never known.

And were he of your station,
I'd wish for nothing more.

But he's far beneath it...
cannot aspire to it.

You know it.

I know it.

'Tis well you're going away.

T'will break the bond.

So I tell myself.

Goodbye, Morwenna.

Come, Geoffrey Charles, we're very late.

My hat. I left it on the seat.

I'll go.

- I'll come and visit.
- No.

This must stop.

Can 'ee stop?

Yes.

HENSHAWE: Cheery little thing.
DEMELZA: Sometimes.

- How has she been?
- Just fine.

Did 'ee hear about the goin's in St Ann's?

Another corn ship raided,
two young tackers shot.

Unwin assures me it's only a matter of time
before Dr Enys will be released

and in the meantime he receives
the best possible treatment.

(Groaning)

Did I not order you to rest, Lieutenant Armitage?

And who will order you to rest?

If any dared, I wouldn't heed them.

Then may I watch and...
try and learn something useful?

DEMELZA: 'Tis good news of Dwight.

If it's true.
You forget, I've been a prisoner of war myself.

But Dwight's a doctor.

- Will he not get special privileges?
- Let's hope so.

I intend to open my house to all emigre nobles
fleeing that wicked regime.

It's the least I can do.

She hates to feel useless.

I know the feeling.

What is it?
Do you not like my gown?

Your gown is exquisite.

But I cannot permit you to dance tonight...

...with anyone but I.

ROSS: Geoffrey Charles has some spirit.

I'm impressed he disobeyed his governess.

Which reminds me, Aunt Agatha never replied.

Per'aps she never received the note.

There's only one thing for it.
I shall go and fetch her myself.

They'll never admit you. They'll likely shoot you!

Not if I'm with him.

We shan't be long.

Mama.

You're very late.
Go up and change before the guests arrive.

- Guests?
- For the ball.

- Oh, but...
- I've ordered a new dress for you. Make haste.

(Knocks at door)

Your pardon, sir.

Captain Poldark is here to visit his aunt.

A glass of canary and a blazing fire,
if you please.

Of course I never had your invitation!

Do you think I'd miss a chance
to drink port and eat heavy cake?

- This room is like ice.
- The maids don't make me a fire.

So that's George's plan.

To kill you with cold and infection.

- (Scoffs)
- Come and live with me at Nampara.

And lose the chance to torment him?

Bah! I was born in this house,
I'll die in this house!

And if it costs me cake and a few hot coals...

What must Geoffrey Charles think,
seeing that gamecock strut about his home?

And Valentine.

I feel sorry for any child, having that as a father.

(String quarter playing)

(Low chatter)

No Godolphins, no Boscowans, no Bassets.

It's snowing.
They'll be anxious about the journey home.

Very eye-catching.

Always was.
No wonder Francis never let her out of his sight.

I meant the cousin.

Morvvenna, I'm bored!

I wish we were at Uncle Ross's party.

We should not even have been
at the christening.

I'm sorry I allowed myself to be persuaded.

I'm not.
I'd like to know my cousin Clowance better.

I'd wager she's less dull than Valentine!
(Chuckles)

First thing tomorrow, I'll write to Harrow.
I want that brat out of my house.

- How was she?
- As expected.

Your task is to look after my aunt, is it not?

- Aye, sir.
- Then you've failed miserably.

I'll be making regular visits from now on,

and if you fail to ensure her comfort,
I'll have you dismissed.

(Door opens)

Did Morvvenna enjoy the christening?

Christening?

Oh, did she neglect to mention?

Her and Geoffrey Charles
were at Sawle church today

where the latest Poldark brat was baptised.

Clowance, I believe they named her.

Ross and Demelza have a daughter?

Let's hope they're less careless with this one.

But how could Geoffrey Charles...

He cannot be blamed.
It must be Morvvenna who...

She must be reprimanded...punished.

Oh, she will be.

Ah. My dear Mr Whitworth.

I was so sorry to hear of your wife's death.
How are your two little girls?

As well as can be expected, ma'am.

It's only been a week.

Only your kind invitation could have forced me
to leave the house today.

Life must go on.

My very thought when I chose this waistcoat.

(Giggles)

Friends 0' yours, then, Cap'n?

Caught robbin' another Warleggan grain ship.

Look pretty with their necks in a noose!

What can I say?

He's within his rights
to protect Warleggan property.

Is George not aware the harvest failed,
no corn to be had anywhere?

Of course he's aware.

Which is why he imports, hoards
and sells to the highest bidder.

Riot and theft will not help these people.
So what will?

Say nothing of her misdemeanour.

- But surely...
- There may be a better solution.

She's not an ill-looking girl. She must surely
hope to be more than just a governess.

Eventually, yes, but...

When Geoffrey Charles goes to school,
what does her future hold?

I know it would please you
to have her well-matched.

And it could be advantageous to us,
depending on the candidate.

A highly respected young man.

And his mother is a Godolphin.

(Clears throat)

My dear, have you been introduced?

Our cousin, Miss Chynoweth.

The Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

Shall we assay the gavotte, Miss Chynoweth?

Oh, I hope you'll excuse me, sir.
I'm not fond of dancing.

That can only be because your partners
thus far have lacked expertise.

Allow a master to initiate you in the pleasures.

(Birdsong)

♪ God bless the master of this house

♪ The mistress also

♪ And all the little children around the table go

♪ And all your kin and kinsmen

♪ That dwell both far and near

♪ We wish a Merry Christmas,
a Happy New Year

That looks good, doesn't it?

How very blessed we are.

I wonder how Dwight will keep Christmas
this year?

Easy now, Williams.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

God's grace be with you.

Move it!

(Children crying)

- Here.
- Starvation breeds desperate men.

I never knew it this bad.

'Tis like they could tear us to pieces
and eat us alive.

Humanity have brought this on itself.
Have sinned and must pay the price.

What sin?

Let all examine their consciences
to check they are without blemish.

Mine is.

On account of I don't consider love to be a sin.

Oh, Ross, what can be done for these people?

So that's my proposal.
We cannot feed all Cornwall.

So we must keep this plan to ourselves.

I admit it's risky.

It requires each and every one of us
to play our part

and it may fall at the first hurdle.

- But unless we do something...
- I'm with you.

We all are.

Where do we start?

With an old friend.

May an old friend speak plainly?
You're out 0' your mind!

(Laughs) That's promising.

Even if supplies were easy to come by,
which in times of war, they're not,

even if we could get 'em across the
Channel unscathed and land 'em unseen

with no guarantee of a delivery date,
the cost would be...

Prohibitive? I realise that.
But money will be found.

- Are you sure?
- You have my word.

(Bell tolling)

(Groaning and coughing)

Enys?

Enys?

I'm here, Williams.

What is it, my friend?

Wat... Water, please. Water...

ROSS: This will do very well.

SAM: Yet it sit not easy with I
that a house of God be used as a cache.

Nevertheless, it will be so used.

It's the last place anyone will look.

I like not your way of doin', brother.

Get used to it, brother.

CAROLINE:
What would Dwight make of us now?

- Do we look the part?
- Of highwaymen?

Is it not our mission to part as many men
from their guineas as possible?

Good day to you, sir. A fine morning
to address the business of matrimony.

As to the matter of a settlement
for Miss Chynoweth,

I've been thinking of £2,000.

Ah.

My dear sir, you'll pardon me, but a man in my
position must look the part, dress the part,

carry himself in such a way as to inspire awe.

- Must he?
- Besides which, with debts of over £1 ,000,

I could not in all countenance accept
a penny less than 6,000...guineas.

Put simply, Sir John, our mission is this:

to raise enough funds
to help the poor hereabouts

survive the worst winter in living memory.

My mother is a Godolphin.

And Morwenna is a Chynoweth.

One of the oldest families in the county.

Daughter of a dean.

Devout, healthy, particularly fond
of motherless children.

But if you feel there is another
pretty young lady with £2,000,

willing to yoke herself to a penniless clergyman,
you are, of course, at liberty to seek her out.

Our own households have begun
by pledging 50 guineas apiece.

I've also made a large donation
in my late uncle's name.

And we'd feel sure you'll not be wanting
in your own generosity.

Far be it from we, Sir Philip, to tell a body
how much he should pledge.

But perhaps we could mention that
Sir John has just offered 20 guineas.

My dear, you do him wrong.
I believe he offered 25.

I could be prevailed upon to accept £4,000.

In times of economic hardship,
it would be irresponsible of us

to increase the offer beyond £2,000.

As I was sayin' to Miss Penvenen,
you'll not find a kindlier man than Sir Hugh.

He is generosity itself!

It would be impossible to exist
on so paltry a sum!

Doubtless God will then guide your steps
towards some amiable young heiress.

Shall I put you down for 30 guineas?

Taking into consideration the many blessings

I would gain in the actual personage
of Miss Chynoweth...

...I believe I'd be willing to accept £3,500.

Good God, man,
do you imagine I have money to burn?

GEORGE: Finally, a deal!

To be related to the Godolphins, I was willing
to go higher, but the idiot settled for £3,000.

(Chuckles)

Now all that remains
is for you to inform the bride.

Oh.

But surely, as you are the one
who has made all the arrangements...

I would not for the world deprive you
of this happy task, my dear.

- May I help you?
- Morvvenna?

Marry...

Mr Whitworth?

Well, I need hardly enumerate
to the advantages of the match.

(Sighs) The excellent prospects of the groom.

Your immediate transformation
from governess to lady of the town.

The help it will be to your widowed mother
and younger sisters.

Mr Warleggan's generosity
in providing the settlement.

(Sobs quietly)

Do our kind thoughts displease you?

Does Mr Whitworth's love mean nothing at all?

I do not know Mr Whitworth.

We have barely exchanged three sentences.

He knows enough to wish to make you his wife.

- As I told your mother...
- You've written to her?

Emphasising the excellence of the match,
the goodness and piety of the groom.

I'm sure she'll be delighted.

She would be if she thought I loved him!

But I do not.

I think, though your mother
would wish you to be happy,

she'd be dismayed to think of you
finding fault with a match

because of some false, romantic notion
of what marriage should be.

Is it wrong to hope for love in a marriage?

When you wed Francis,
did you not marry for love?

I married for what I thought was love.

The illusion lasted barely a year.

My marriage to Mr Warleggan was not founded
on romance, yet it is altogether more successful.

From Caroline Penvenen,
begging 30 guineas to help the poor.

You lately spent 3,000 on a dowry.

Will another 30 bankrupt you?

I daresay she expects a refusal.

Then I shall disappoint her.

From George Warleggan...50 guineas.

I know his game!

'Tis not compassion for the poor. It is so
his name's at top o' the list o' benefactors.

Well, into the pot it goes.

Perhaps we should become footpads.
Now all we need is the goods!

(Baby grizzling)

(Baby's crying echoes)

(Crowd singing hymn)

Are you sure the goods will be safe here?

It is only for one night.
Tomorrow we will be done.

God willin'. Yet landin' a cargo 0' such value,
in utmost secrecy...

It will not be plain sailing.

Can you believe they're at this again?

I seen Mister Ross an' the others jus' now,
headin' for the cove.

Right, let's away.

- Mister Ross did say we should stay indoors.
- He did.

He also said I'm the mother of two small children
and should start behavin' like one!

So Ena Daniel's upstairs with Clowance and
Jeremy and we're away to the meetin' house!

There she is.

(Voices approaching)

Fall back!

All's well.

♪ The meek and lowly heart

♪ That in our Saviour was

♪ To us that spirit doth impart...

- Are we close?
- Surely, Captain Ross.

Then let's get gone.

Make haste, let's be gone!

♪ How can we sinners know

♪ Our sins on earth are forgiven?

♪ How can my gracious Saviour

♪ Show my name inscribed in heaven?

We're not far now.

♪ We all his unknown peace receive

♪ And feel his blood applied

We put out the candles an' wait in silence.

If any be watching,
let's hope we've thrown them off the scent.

Yah! Come on! Come on.

(Owl hoots)

(Door opens)

- They're comin'.
- No one the wiser?

So far, so good.

You're certain it was he?

He's most certain the ringleader.
There's no mistakin' the goods.

I've suspicion I knows where they be heading.

Did I not bid you stay at home?

Yes, Ross, as oft I bid you
an' see how well you hear me!

We bin actin' as decoys.

And singing hymns at the top of our voices.

What'll 'ee do?

Get a good night's sleep.

And awaken refreshed.

As resident magistrate, I must have my wits
about me when I send them all to Botany Bay.

- (Clears throat)
- Sir.

TOM HARRY: The gaugers an' the military
be on their way to the meetin' house.

Do 'ee wish t' be there at the moment of arrest?

Oh, I think so. Why should I miss all the fun?

Ah, Morvvenna, you received my message?

I've invited Mr Whitworth so that you may see
for yourself what an amiable man he is.

You know what to do?

But be sure the villagers keep it to theyselves.

Surely, sister. Else will all hell break loose.

'T'ain't fitty the Lord's house
being used for such a purpose.

Get you gone. I'll to Caroline.

The Reverend Whitworth
to see Miss Chynoweth.

(Footsteps approaching)

Compliments of the season to you,
Miss Chynoweth.

Come on. Here.

Brother.

Come on now. Hurry.

Folks do love a spectacle.

An' none more pleasin'
than a fancy gent bein' led away to jail!

Had my partner Willie Hick not led
the king of spades on the second round,

I'd scarce have known where to look,

but thereafter, by drawing trumps,
we made 12 tricks between us

and I myself cleared £18 on the evening!

(Laughs)

Do you play whist?

Not at all.

Hm.

May I say, Miss Chynoweth,
that I detect the hand of God in all this?

Guiding me to the Warleggan ball,

urging me to wear the lemon silk
so you could not fail to notice me.

I felt at once that you'd been sent to console me,
to be a new mother to my two young daughters,

to...comfort me as only a wife can.

And now I know that my sentiments
are returned...

I'm not at all sure they are returned.

Your hesitancy does you credit.

All decent women approach matrimony
with a degree of shyness.

But as a man of feeling and a man of God...

...I assure you my love will be returned.

Mm.

I pray you excuse me, sir. I cannot.

- Did she refuse you?
- Oh, I'm not disheartened.

Naturally she'll come round.

In the meantime,
let us proceed with arrangements as planned.

ROSS: I regret you've been sent
on a fool's errand, Captain.

- Thank you very much, sir.
- No problem.

- (Hymn being sung)
- Men.

♪ And labour on at thy command

♪ And offer all my works to thee

♪ Give me to bear thy easy yoke

MAN: You're too kind.

Good day to 'ee, sir.

See the fruits of your generosity?

Have you come to make further donation?

- Donation?
- Yes, sir.

See what your kind contribution
has purchased.

Grain. A whole shipful!

Now being sold at half the market price
to those most needy in the district.

Shall I put you down for 70 guineas next time?

There will be no next time.

It is not my custom to contribute
to the welfare of wastrels

who are too idle to earn their own bread.

In which case,
may I ask what your business is here?

For lest you're unaware, this is Nampara land.

And it appears you're trespassing.

As a magistrate, no doubt you're aware
of the penalty for such a crime?

I advise you remove yourselves
or I'll call back the soldiers you sent

and have you both arrested.

(Clicks tongue)

Bye!

It was deliberate!
An elaborate subterfuge, designed to trick me.

Or possibly with a view to preserving calm
and averting a riot?

It was done so that I would believe
he was breaking the law

and would look a fool
when I attempted to bring him to heel!

Well, he's overplayed his hand this time.

(Gulls cry)

How's Williams?

He's...improving.

I'll sit with him awhile.

No, I must keep him under observation
as I promised.

Did I not vow to learn some of your skills?

If only to give you one hour's rest in 20?

I can manage.

You saved my life.

We need you alive so you can save others.

With no fresh water, no medicine, no pain relief?

GUARD: Faites vos paris.

(Test le maigre ou le chauve?
Celui qui n'ai pas de cheveux.

(Chuckling)

They're taking bets.

On what?

Which prisoner will be next to die.

Can I have word?

George Warleggan's to close Wheal Leisure.

With immediate effect.

But why?
It'd mean the loss of more than 70 jobs.

An' more hardship for 70 families
already struggling.

The mine's still in profit.
Why close her now?

Because he can.

Because the profits are small
and keeping her open

puts her in competition
with other Warleggan mines.

Because she belonged to Ross
an' closin' her will hurt 'im.

Soto spite Ross, George would send
70 families into direst poverty?

'Tis about the size of it.

I'm to be sent back to Trenwith?

Along with Geoffrey Charles.

Now pack your things at once.

(Sobs mixed with giggles)

GEORGE: Of course she weeps!

To be forced to return to the tedium of Trenwith
after the happy bustle of Truro?

She'll soon see the error of her ways and be
begging us to name a date for her wedding.

(Laughing)

DEMELZA:
I'd say we did what we set out to do.

Five villages'll now survive the winter.

Yes.

But at a price we hadn't counted on.

The closing of Wheal Leisure can only have
been triggered by our grain venture.

So we've helped some and ruined others.

70 families.

What can we do for them?

Ross, Demelza.

I came to tell you that I'm leaving for London.

- Have you had word of Dwight?
- From Unwin.

He assures me that all is well
and I've no cause for concern.

- What will you do?
- Go to the Admiralty.

See if we can negotiate a ransom.

I wish you luck.

We'll bring him home.

Somehow.

The Admiralty doesn't deal in ransoms.

(Coughing)

Bless you, Enys...

I think you'll live, Williams.

And those barbarians wagered
he'd be next to die.

Not if I can help it.

(Footsteps)

- Par ici la sortie.
- No...

(Gunshot)

GUARD: J'ai gagné le pari. (Laughs)

Dear God...

(Sobbing)

Wave an 'ma.

It's a delicate balance.
We're already over-manned.

If we take on more men to take out more ore,
we flood the market.

- The price drops.
- The ore runs out more quickly.

But here and here and here...

There have been indications
of possible new lodes.

Which may or may not come to anything.

And which we've so far opted not to explore.

With an extra 30 men, we could explore.

(Scoffs) 30 extra men? Each on a wage?

Which I could pay.

If I opted to plough my profits back
into the mine, instead of taking a dividend.

But now, Ross?
With the future so uncertain, a war with France?

And a wife and two children to support?

My wife is in agreement with me.

Good to see you.

Well done.

♪ I will sing twelve-oh

♪ What is your twelve-oh?

♪ Twelve are the twelve Apostles

♪ Eleven are the eleven will go to heaven

♪ Ten are the Ten Commandments

♪ Nine is the moonshine bright and clear

Need a hand, do 'ee, sirs?

Drake! We're back!

Miss Morwenna.

(Grunts)

I think we should let Mr Came
continue on his way.

Go!

Bye, Drake.
Come and visit us soon!

Thanks for thy help, brother.

They're back.

GEORGE: How long will Morwenna require?
ELIZABETH: A few weeks at least.

I must confess, I'm not overly enamoured of him.

There's something about him
that makes my skin crawl.

The man is a reptile and a prig.
He is also a Godolphin.

Morwenna does not realise how lucky she is.

But she will realise.

Gold brocade and britches close-fitting.

To inspire in a bride, both awe and anticipation.

(Grunts)

I liked Morvvenna,
she seemed gentle and kindly.

This return, though, I fear it.

She an' Drake cannot come to good.

George will be livid.

That's good enough for me.

But a low-born miner's son aspiring
to the heart of his wife's cousin?

Why should he object,

when a lowly mine owner
can aspire to the hand of a great lady?

That's different!

I hope Mon/venna knows it's different
and takes care to stay out of Drake's way.