All language subtitles for Poldark S05E01 Epiosde 5.1.DVDRip.HI.en.BBC

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Why have I never noticed
this before?

Is he not the very spit and
image of Uncle Ross?

ELIZABETH:
My child is due in December.

I would prefer it to be born
in November.

APOTHECARY:
I shall make up a medicine

to produce a living child
in the manner you desire.

I will have you expelled
from Parliament.

Will you, George?

And how will you manage that?

DEMELZA:
Promise me you won't
go after George.

I couldn't bear to have
the feud stoked up again.

DWIGHT:
Both of us have been afflicted
by the loss of our daughter.

But our abiding love
for each other

will mend what has been broken.

(screaming)

DWIGHT:
You have a daughter.

DRAKE:
Do 'ee not think

there be more to life
than carnal love?

Be my wife in name only,
I'll never ask 'ee for more.

Why is it so dark, George?

I'm afraid of the dark.

GEORGE:
Do not be afraid, my love.

Elizabeth is dead.

Go! See what we brought her to!

GEORGE:
Why would I want any of this

if she is not here
to share it with me?

DEMELZA:
Elizabeth was your first love.

ROSS:
But not my last.

I made that choice long ago.

DEMELZA:
And I.

(birds chirping)

(cannons firing,
men yelling in distance)

♪♪

(muskets firing in distance)

(cannon fires in distance,
explosion echoes)

(groans)

NED:
They had no chance.

By the time we arrived,
it was all over.

Any other survivors?
None.

And if you lose this one,
you'll have me to answer to.

DWIGHT:
I'll do my best, Colonel.

NED:
Stay with us, friend.

You're a mad fool,

but we need mad fools here.

Colonel Despard.

Ensign Poldark.

I think you'll find
you're Captain Poldark now.

Stitch him up, Enys.

His war's not over yet.

(distant explosion echoes,
fades)

(people talking in background,
vendors hawking goods)

♪♪

(doorbell rings)

♪♪

(keys jingling, door closing)

(door closing in distance)

(lock turns)

You got an hour.

Thank you.

(door closes, lock turning)

Those who would help cannot.

Those who could help will not.

(paper rustling,
man screaming in distance)

Perhaps this one will.

♪♪

Will he remember?

He'll remember.

♪♪

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Valentine.

Bessie, go and fetch the boy.

I won't go.

I won't, I won't.

I don't want to go to Truro.

That's enough.

SERVANT:
Drive on.

♪♪

(rooster crows)

♪♪

There's someone waiting for you.

JEREMY:
Geoffrey Charles.

Geoffrey Charles,
where have you been?

We've missed you.

(chuckles):
Aunt Demelza!

It's so dull, being an orphan.

No home, no funds, no estate,

no Mama to complain to.

You have us.

Don't think I'm not grateful.

But now having only myself
to please...

I think I shan't

return to Harrow,

nor go on to Oxford.

I shall look to make
my own way in the world.

And go where?

A new military academy

at Great Marlow.

I thought to enroll as a cadet.

Which will require
considerable funds.

No... I swear, I'll starve

before I take a penny
from that man.

We'll see.

(door closes)

CARY:
Wheal Plenty.

Yes.

Nicknamed Wheal Scarcity
since you savaged wages.

(breathing deeply)

Was that wise?

Why should we pay more for labor

when we can get it for less?

When was the last time
you entertained?

I've no taste for company.

(door opens)

SERVANT:
Captain Ross Poldark

and Mr. Geoffrey Charles
Poldark.

(sighs softly)

How are you, George?

Ah, positively joyous.

As befits a man
shortly to be ennobled

by the King.

So it is true,
you quit Trenwith?

Mmm, without a backward glance.

For all I care,

it can rot where it stands.

Well, in that case...

It can tolerate some neglect

till Geoffrey Charles
comes of age.

Speaking of which, your stepson

has decided to leave Harrow

and train for the military.

Well, I wish him
a speedy bullet.

And I wish you a...
As you know,

his father left him

without capital.

And there was, I believe,

an undertaking from you
to provide for him

until he came of age.

A spoiled brat

who makes no effort
to disguise his loathing?

Why would I lay out a penny

for him?

Because you loved his mother.

Get out.
George.

I sympathize more than you know.

If you dislike the military,
I have another suggestion.

Wheal Leisure.

GEORGE:
Wheal Leisure?

The boy once demonstrated
an interest in mining,

perhaps he could

revive her fortunes.

We both know she was
never worked out.

Take this as my final word.

Wheal Leisure

will never again
be a Poldark mine.

(George rings bell, door opens)

GEORGE:
Remove these persons
from my house.

♪♪

(toys clattering)

(door closes)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(people talking, laughing)

A toast.

To this house.

And to my mother,

Elizabeth.

To Elizabeth.

ALL:
To Elizabeth!

Elizabeth.

And to my father,
and Aunt Agatha,

and all who bear
the Poldark name,

past and present.

ALL:
To Poldarks past and present.

And to the King,

soon to be honored
by meeting Sir George.

What's the King done
to deserve it?

(all laughing)

SAM:
Here's to the new century.

What do it hold for us?

The Royal College of Surgeons
has invited me

to join their ranks.

And their inaugural dinner
in London.

Which Caroline has declined.

Horace prefers summer
in Cornwall.

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Well, I shall join you.

I have friends in London.

And I must try to persuade
the academy

to hold my place

until I can beg, steal,
or borrow funds.

Speaking of begging,

may I ask a favor?

Will you look in here
from time to time?

Light a fire?

Put winter primroses
in the window?

If 'ee wish it so.

I wish it.

This is a Poldark house.

Keep it safe for us.

Please.
(sets glass down)

♪♪

CAROLINE:
So strong and full of life.

Elizabeth.

♪♪

So cruel
to have her snatched away.

(locks cabinet)

Childbirth can be hazardous.

So can motherhood.

One thing I guarantee:

you will not share her fate.

(Demelza exhales)

I pity Geoffrey Charles.

The loss of his mother.

He'll recover.

Now he's found a way forward.

Or at least...

a distraction.

Well, life must go forward.

Nothing is constant.

Except me.

(chuckles)

Except you.

And sometimes, perhaps,
I take that for granted.

I think perhaps you do.

Sometimes you give me grief.

Sometimes you give the like
to me.

(exhales)

But...

for better or...
or for worse,

in, in contentment or...

Or in strife...

Nothing in my life has meaning
without you.

♪♪

Nor mine without you.

And no matter
what the future brings

and what may come between us...

(quietly):
That you can rely on.

♪♪

(driver urging horses)

♪♪

(driver urging horses)

♪♪

(knock on outside door,
Demelza inhales)

(outside door opens)

Forgive me,
the London coach was early.

I came here directly.

My husband bid me
bring you this letter.

He said I should warn you,

if you take on his case,

it may be the rashest thing
you ever do.

My name is Catherine Despard.

Ned's wife.

He said you'd remember.

Show, show me the letter.

(paper rustling)

NED:
Dear friend, I hesitate
to appeal to you,

the task being perilous
and uncertain.

But I am desperate,
and you are my last hope.

♪♪

So, um, your husband,
he, he knowed mine...

In America.

Ah.
(teacup rattles)

When yours came home,

mine went on to fight
on the Spanish Main.

Was much decorated,

then made governor.

How, how did you come to...?
Be his wife?

I was his kitchen maid.

(laughs)

No, no.

No, I, too... to Captain Poldark.

(chuckles softly)

(men talking in background)

♪♪

How long do we stay here
in Cornwall?

RALPH:
Until my business here is
concluded.

Why am I needed, Papa?

I've got nothing to do
with that business.

We have been strangers
for much of your life, my dear.

I'm simply making up
for lost time.

Besides,
I do have calls to make today

for which I will require
your presence.

Shall we?

Why did he wait so long?

KITTY:
At first we thought
it was a mistake.

To be falsely accused,
imprisoned without trial?

How can this be?

Lately, it seems as if
there are darker forces at work.

But Ned,

he dislikes to ask
for aid or favor.

(chuckles):
I recall.

(stammers):
So... if I'm not mistook,

he asks me to take on
the government, the, the Crown,

the Empire,

the, the slave trade?

Did I omit anything?

What is your view?

(clicks tongue)

That your mind is
already made up.

But you agree?
(Demelza chuckles)

Dear Lord, Ross.

Why didn't I marry
an ordinary man?

(exhales)

When do we leave?

(clearing throat):
May I present

Mr. Ralph Hanson

of the Mosquito Shore
Mahogany Company?

Mosquito Shore...?

Bay of Honduras, sir...
The West Indies.

Ah, of course.

My daughter,

Cecily.

Charmed.

How may I assist you, sir?

DEMELZA:
So will you resign your seat?

ROSS:
I'm still in two minds.

Meanwhile...

Will you and the children
join me

if I promise not to fight anyone
this time?

And what would such
a promise be worth, hmm?

That you must always be battlin'
for some cause or other?

This latest...
It's for a friend.

Which makes it more or
less likely you'll fight?

(laughs)

ROSS:
Morning.

MAN:
Good day, sir.

TESS:
We need to eat.

(people muttering)

ZACKY:
Plaguey Warleggans.

Halved wages at Wheal Plenty.

Six made complaint,
every one dismissed.

And now they come to us
for work.

ZACKY:
I tell them there's none,

they wouldn't believe me.

These folk will be persistent
when I'm gone.

They need to know
who's in charge.

(people muttering)

(muttering stops)

As much as we wish to help,

we're a small concern

and can scarce find pitches
for those already employed.

That don't mean
we don't greatly sympathize.

TESS:
That'll put bread
in our mouths.

But I will make inquiries
hereabouts,

see what can be done for you.

You have my word.

(workers muttering)

Beggin' your pardon, mistress,

but 'tis a mistake
to make promise.

If anyone will hold you to it,
Tess Tregidden will.

I intend to honor my promise.

In full.

I understand you're to be
knighted next month.

(Cary chuckles)

It must be gratifying

to see your efforts
in Parliament rewarded.

Well, naturally,

one does not seek such honors.

I myself am but
a humble man of business.

Aye, but what a business!

Mahogany!

(knocks on table)

Worth its weight
in gold, they say.

RALPH:
Yes, and the beauty of it
is that unlike gold,

one can grow it

at very little cost to oneself.

Though at great cost

to those who labor for it.

My daughter has
a somewhat naïve grasp

of business matters.

(Cary chuckles)

When do you return
to Westminster?

I'm told your sway in
the House is considerable.

Oh, I believe
I have some influence, yes.

On the Irish question,
where do you stand?

On governance from Westminster,

with the firmest possible hand.

Ah, now there we agree.

Heaven save me
from upstart Irishmen.

In Honduras, I was plagued

by a most vexatious specimen.

♪♪

(door slams)

(lock turning, key jingling)

(groans softly)

(grunts, food splatters)

RALPH:
If the mahogany business
interests you,

we should talk further.

CARY:
Perhaps you'd care
to dine with us?

Miss Cecily, too?

Miss Cecily's returning
to London.

Really?

For the season, Papa.

I must have new gowns.

Ah, well, in that case...

A pity.
(chuckles)

Isn't it?

♪♪

(door closes)

The advantage must be obvious.

A man in your position
should not remain single.

♪♪

May I introduce
my battlefield savior

and your husband's
most esteemed surgeon,

Dr. Dwight Enys?

Mrs. Catherine Despard.

I'm honored to meet you, sir.

The honor is entirely mine,
ma'am.

Knowing your husband,
you're already

assured of my admiration.

(chuckles)

(dog barking)

And you're certain it's wise
to get embroiled with Ned again?

When was it ever wise
to get embroiled with Ned?

DEMELZA:
Do come up again sometime.

KITTY:
Of course.

Goodbye, my dear.

I can never thank you enough

for lending me your husband.

Oh, when you know
my husband better,

you'll discover he never does
aught he don't want to.

Mmm, nor mine...
vexing, is it not?
Mmm.

ROSS:
Take care of Mama for me.

I will, Papa.
I will, Papa.

Come see me soon.
(kisses)

I promise, I'll not stay
a moment longer than I need to.

(driver snaps whip,
urges horses)

♪♪

Come on.

(bell tolling)

(birds calling)

HADFIELD:
And He will come again.

He will come again
in all His glory

to judge both the living
and the dead,

and His kingdom,
it will have no end.

No end!

Now, the Lord says that
this is the condemnation...

MACNAMARA:
What of Pitt?

His assault upon our freedoms,

laws to stamp out free speech...

(keys jingling)

(door clanging)

(keys jingling)

(lock turning, hinge squeaking)

ROSS:
On your feet, renegade.

At ease, Ensign.

(cell door clangs, lock turns)

And salute
when you see a superior.

When I see one, I will.

(both laughing)

That troublesome Irishman
I mentioned...

Hmm.

NED:
Nailed the Spanish
at Black River.

Fought countless skirmishes
all the way

to Honduras.

Made governor of the
new colony at Mosquito Shore.

As punishment
or reward?
(laughs)

Then tasked with allocating land

to the new colonists...

Convicts, pirates, deserters...

Freed slaves.

But as much right as any
to a second chance.

My colleagues...
The old colonists...

Had occupied the land and
cut its timber for generations.

And although
it wasn't strictly theirs,

they felt they'd earned
the right to call it so.

Oh, quite right.

So when this upstart
began to hand it out

to every rag, tag, and bobtail,
well,

he put our entire business
in jeopardy.

Now, the Crown
takes a share of the profits.

So anything which threatens
the profits is,

ipso facto,
an enemy of the Crown.

Or so I argued
when I denounced the man.

NED:
So I'm recalled to London,

accused of "acting against
the interests of the Crown."

By interfering with its profits.

You're a traitor.
Guilty as charged.

And have since lain,
without trial,

in this delightful residence.

Where he may contemplate
his mistakes

at leisure.

And you may continue
to grow gold.

(Cary laughing)

My darling Kitty.

She's without means,
without friends.

Take her under your wing.

She's a remarkable woman.

I can see that, Ned.

So, needless to say,

you have a plan?

TESS:
New laws to stamp out
free speech

and forbid political meetings?
(people talking loudly)

And if the law forbids me now
to make complaint,

can any be surprised,
rather than quelling the fire,

it only adds fuel to it?

Then do we damn the law,

or do we take it
into our own hands?

(cheering)

What have 'ee in mind?

What they've done in France.

By teaching the haves
what 'tis to have not,

by razing their fancy houses
to the ground.

And how will that serve?

'Twill serve
to make them afeared.

Do we know of a better way

to make them sit up
and take note?

(people talking loudly)

DRAKE:
Steer well away
from that one.

If the Lord command
to save her...

What then?

The greater the sinner,
the sweeter the victory.

(chuckles)

Papa?
Mmm.

Look what I found.

GEORGE (quietly):
Take it away.

But Papa...
Take it away!

(breathing shakily)

♪♪

(birds calling)

TESS:
Out alone, missus?

Should 'ee not be safe at home,
sippin' tea?

(chuckles)

I find I have little time
for such diversions.

I have my work cut out,
with a farm,

and a mine, a family.

I know who 'ee be.

Scullery maid from Luggan
who wed her master,

got grand, and forgot what
it's like to sicken and starve.

No, I recollect well
what it means to go hungry.

And I'd not wish it on anyone.

Which is why 'tis my aim

to find honest work for you all.

(laughs)

(mockingly):
Bless thee, Lady Bountiful.

Alms for the poor
to salve thy conscience.

What if we don't want charity?

What do you want, then?

SAM:
Sister?

♪♪

What did they want?

Uh, they were just saying
how grateful they was

that we're looking
to find work for 'em.

Mmm.

MERCERON:
Indeed, Captain, I was
the presiding magistrate

when Despard was detained
on charges of sedition.

Is he a friend of yours?

We fought together in America.

Knowing him as I do, I...

I feel there's been
a miscarriage of justice.

Unwitting, no doubt.

Well, such things do happen.

And I remember at the time
speaking in his favor.

But the other magistrates
overruled me.

What could be done
to secure his release?

Or at least have
the matter come to trial,

as there's no basis
for the accusations?

You know that for certain?

Yes.

And I intend to use
what influence I have

to discover
who falsely accused him.

"Influence"?

As an MP.

(inhales)

You say Colonel Despard
feared a conspiracy?

That's true,
His Majesty's Government...

And indeed the Crown itself...

Work in ways

which we mere mortals
can scarce comprehend.

But, um...

Let me see what can be done.

I am obliged to you,
Mr. Merceron.

(footsteps retreating)

(places glass down)

The girl will be
an excellent choice.

Girl?

(exhales):
Hanson’s daughter.

Prime breeding stock,
impressive fortune.

Elizabeth should be here.

What?

Her portrait...

should not remain at Trenwith.

I omitted to have it brought,
I must remedy that.

Valentine would like
to say good night, sir.

I wanted Opie
to paint her again,

with Ursula and Valentine.

ELIZABETH:
George?

Will you not say good night
to your son?

Elizabeth?

Sir?

♪♪

Thank you, Bessie.

Uh, good night, boy.

Good night, Papa.

♪♪

(door opening)

Good night, my love.

Good night.

(people talking in background)

MAN:
Get off me!

(struggling)

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Is it usually this rowdy?

No.

What's changed?

London has changed.
You mark it, too?

(quietly):
When Kitty first spoke
of conspiracies,

I thought she was mistook.

There's a strange mood abroad.

An edge.

I sometimes wonder
who can be trusted.

(sarcastically):
God? And the King?

They do say the King's an ass.

Ned would doubtless agree.

How did you find him?

Does he bear up well?

Remarkably so, considering.

Considering he has the
temperament of a powder keg.

When we first knew him,
he was...
Headstrong?

Reckless.
Mm...

ROSS:
Impatient to right
the wrongs of the world.

By whatever means.

I think you'll find he's...

older and wiser now.

(grunts angrily)

(hisses, exhales)

(people laughing and talking
in background)

DWIGHT:
Will you attend this?

Your presence would add much
to the proceedings.

Your own account,
as told from the heart.

A heart which is much afflicted.

The sure remedy
for a sore heart is a mission.

Always.

(door creaks in distance)

(growling)

(continues growling)

♪♪

(whining)

(Garrick whining)

(sheep bleating,
horse neighing outside)

(sheep bleating, horse neighing)

(Garrick barking)

(barking continues)

Shh, Garrick.

DEMELZA:
Perhaps I was mistook.

Though Garrick did bark.

But 'twas more likely a dream.

Maybe not.

Two panes were broke
last night at Werry House.

SAM:
And some at Mingoose Lodge.

DRAKE:
I be thinkin'

maybe I should heed
Geoffrey Charles

and stay over some nights
at Trenwith.

And maybe I'll come
stay with 'ee, sister,

till the ructions be abated.

No, no,
I can take care of myself.

Besides, I have a remedy.

DEMELZA:
Tess?

I'm in need of a farmhand.

What's the catch?

(laughs):
There's no catch.

Why would there be?

Tess.

You and I come of common stock,

and share a common hope,
I think.

To see better times ahead.

Tomorrow, then.

That'd be most convenient.

♪♪

Remind me to buy some ribbons,
so my father will think

we've been about
suitably girlish pursuits.

(maid chuckles)

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Are we abolitionists now?

ROSS:
As it happens, yes.

DWIGHT:
But our presence today

is in support
of Mrs. Despard.

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Will it take long?

Are we keeping you
from your drinking?

I drink to forget.

I'm still no nearer
to funding my studies.

Nor will you be,

if you swill
what little you have

down your throat.

(people talking in background)

(flute playing in background)

I understand the speaker's
a former slave.

From Honduras.

Hideous place.

You know it?

I lived there till I was ten.

Then my mother caught a fever,
so we returned to London.

Frankly, I'd sooner die
than set foot there again.

The accounts of the
Mosquito Shore Mahogany Company.

As you will see,
the yield is considerable.

(footsteps passing)

Ah, my dear.

Would you favor us
with your opinion?

Let me introduce you
to Mr. Hanson.

May I present...
Nephew.

Does Bessie need to be
involved with our discussions?

She must always be consulted.

It's a personal rule of mine.

I'm sure you understand.

Mr. Hanson,
would you permit us

to look over these accounts
for a few days?

There is much to consider.

Yes, of course.

By all means.

♪♪

CARY:
Pack for Trenwith.

(sighs)

KITTY:
Ask yourselves.

What is it that corrupts

the milk of human kindness?

Turns the just and tenderhearted

into vile, rapacious brutes?

It is the single-minded
pursuit of profit.

(audience assenting, clapping)

How long can this continue?

Do not our senses cry out

for liberty?

Equality?

Brotherhood?

(assenting)

Most eloquent.

And dangerous.

They'll be calling her
a Jacobin next.

Before my husband freed me,
first he bought me.

Was I a piece of meat?

Chattel to be traded?

An object without sense

or humanity?

My former master thought so.

He used me viciously.

(crowd murmuring)

But my husband taught me

that if we truly
seek a better world,

we should not wait
for the life hereafter,

we should build it
here on Earth.

(cheering)

And how do we do that?

(applause continues)

How?
(audience murmuring)

By preparing

for the second coming
of our Lord.

(audience groaning)

Let him speak.

Do we not hope for a time

where all voices can be heard

and none suppressed?

(applauding and assenting)

HADFIELD:
Well, my friends...

A force to be reckoned with.

HADFIELD:
Let us all ask ourselves...

(birds calling)

♪♪

How peaceful it is.

(gasps)

(voice trembling):
Don't touch me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

(exhales shakily)

Will I light us a fire?

(breathing shakily)

So you're actually
acquainted with her?

(people talking in background)

Would you like me
to introduce you?

Yes, she is quite the firebrand.

Like her husband.

Indeed.

Forgive me, Ross,
I must ask you again,

is it wise to embroil yourself
with Ned?

He's always been
a law unto himself,

and has clearly acquired
some powerful enemies.

When dealing with such enemies,

one must have something
to bargain with.

What have you?

Nothing.

Except the debt I owe
to the man who saved my life.

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Colley Cibber's play

is at Drury Lane.
The King has seen it four times.

Has he?

I propose we all go tonight.

By all means.

(bell ringing in distance)

♪♪

Is that...?

DEMELZA:
That's Valentine.

♪♪

Valentine.

How came you here?

Are you not now lodged in Truro?

Hm?

Shall I take you home
to your father?

(quickly):
No.

BESSIE:
Master Valentine!

Come now, child.

Which is worse?

Burying a child
or leaving one behind?

She did not deserve her fate.

Nor did her children.

(sighs)

♪♪

I never meant to affright thee.

You think I do not know that?

Oh, Drake, you are the kindest,
most patient of men.

When we married,

I thought...

(sighing):
Hoped...

that I could be
a proper wife to you.

You are a proper wife.

Waking, yes.

Yet, abed...

I cannot...

(voice breaking):
I cannot bring myself...

I cannot.

And it is cruel
to so deprive you.

I am not deprived.

I should like, one day,

to be a wife to you

in every way.

That day may come.

Or not.

'Twill make no difference
to my love.

(exhales)

(thunder rumbling,
bells tolling)

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
You heard the news?

An assassination attempt on
the King today at Hyde Park?

Attempt?
So it failed?

Was he caught?

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Apparently.

DWIGHT:
Do you know the identity
of the would-be assassin?

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
No, but a fellow standing
close by

declared that had the shot
been two inches higher...

(dialogue fades suddenly)
it would have been mortal.

DWIGHT:
Next time he may not
be so lucky.

(dialogue comes back up):
'Twas not his destiny...
he had no right!

Nay, nay.

(audio distorts):
For mine was the sacrifice...

Now I must offer myself up

to be executed

for ridding the world
of the tyrant.

KITTY:
And what of the play?

Do we think it is comical
or tragical?

The Antichrist
who wears the crown...

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Don't we all come to watch
the audience?

You speak for yourself,
I assume.

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Of course.

Miss Hanson!

(people talking in background)

DWIGHT:
That might possibly explain
his sudden...

HADFIELD:
He needs tonight to be

a public show of defiance.

(fire crackling)

(thump pounds in distance)

(fire crackling)

(man talking in distance)

♪♪

You.

Get out of my house.

Get out of my house!

(frantically):
It's, it's George.

It's George.

Drake Carne was here
in this room!

I want him thrashed!
I want him shot!

And he will be,

rest assured.

He was here, as close to me
as you are now.

Of course he was.

HADFIELD:
Thank you, my brother.

Now, it would take but a second

as he struts and preens...
(bell ringing)

DWIGHT:
Shall we take our seats?

I'll join you directly.

There's something
I must attend to.

(people talking in background)

♪♪

Any news?
Nothing yet.

Sir...

♪♪

Excuse me... pardon me.

(glass shattering)

(Garrick growling)

(Garrick whining)

Excuse me, sir.

(Garrick whimpering)

(people talking in background)

(fire roaring)

DEMELZA (screaming):
Prudie!

Prudie, there's a fire!

There's a fire!
Get out, Prudie!
(coughing)

ROSS:
Pardon me... pardon me, sir.

(screaming):
Wake up!

(barking)

What's happening?

DEMELZA:
Here, hold these
over your faces.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
please rise

for His Majesty the King.

AUDIENCE:
♪ God save our gracious... ♪

(coughing, Garrick barking)

AUDIENCE:
♪ Long live our noble King ♪

(coughing, fire roaring)

♪ The King ♪

♪ Send him victorious ♪

(fire roaring,
Demelza struggling)

♪♪

(panting, flames roaring)

♪♪

(struggling)

♪♪

(pistol fires)

(audience yelling and gasping)

HADFIELD:
The Lamb of God, behold Him...

The Lamb who rids the world
of sin.

(Clowance coughing)

DEMELZA:
You're safe now, my darlings.

(crowd murmuring)

HADFIELD:
I am the light.

I am the light.

Behold the Lamb who takes away
the sin of the world.

Behold the Messiah.

(whispering)

Kitty.

Thank you.

MAN:
God save the King!

In case you were wondering,
that wasn't the prologue.

What?

No encore?

How disappointing.

The man's aim was a disgrace.

And the King's performance.

Very undramatic.

(both chuckling)

My name is Wickham.

Perhaps you've heard of me.

Should I?

It's my business to be
aware of persons

who may be of interest
to the Crown,

either by rendering it
assistance or the reverse.

(orchestra tuning)

How did you come to know
of the assassination attempt?

Which?

I believe there were two today.

The latter.

By a fortunate coincidence.

I arrived at the theater in time
to do His Majesty a service.

But to be frank,
it's been a tiresome disruption.

(music begins,
audience applauds)

And I hope I may now be
permitted to join my friends.

Is Catherine Despard
your friend?

(actors speaking,
audience laughs)

Her husband is.

On whose account she appealed
to me for assistance.

Regarding?

His imprisonment
on false charges.

These are difficult times,
Captain.

It's wise to be... selective.

Of?

Those with whom
one aligns oneself.

Ned Despard, for instance,
made some unwise connections

during his time
in the West Indies.

Oh, and there was he,

thinking he was improving
the lot of the common man.

And you're quite sure you know
where your loyalties lie?

I'd suggest
that it was perfectly clear

from my actions this evening.

(performance continues)

You have indeed
rendered the Crown

invaluable service tonight.

And it may have further use
of you.

What manner of use?

His Majesty's Government
can always find a covert role

for a person of your...

talents.

(audience laughing)

If I were willing
to consider such a role,

what might the government
be willing to do in return?

Have a care, Captain.

It would be reckless
to overplay your hand

so early in our acquaintance.

(performance continues)

(blowing out with each punch)

Did I miss anything?

(performance continues)

(chickens clucking,
embers crackling)

Could someone have
left a candle burning?

PRUDIE:
Don't 'ee give me
squinty-eye, maid.

'Twas done deliberate,
and no mistake.

But who'd do such a thing?

That we'd all like to know.

Tess.

'Ee pair can fettle this?

If you work for me,
there must be trust.

Each to the other,
you understand?

I understand.

Did you do this?

I did not.

♪♪

DWIGHT:
I take it you won't be resigning
your seat.

If by retaining it,
you can render

a different kind of service.

ROSS:
You understand
what's being asked of me.

I understand
what "covert" means.

I also recall how
you sprang me from Quimper

without a second thought.

That was different.

You were my friend... is Wickham?

Still, the role
may give you scope

to serve those causes
close to your heart.

(door opening, keys jingling)

GUARD:
You're free to go.

CARY:
We should make arrangements

for your departure to London.

For what purpose?

Your investiture.

At St. James's,
by the King himself.

Ah, yes.

Of course.

(clears throat):
I'll remind Elizabeth.

It must have slipped her mind.

Elizabeth's already there.

Awaiting us.

(chuckles):
Are you quite sane, Uncle?

Elizabeth is here.

♪♪

(chuckles)

(sighs)

(laughing)

Oh, my love!

(Ned and Ross laugh)

How the hell did you manage it?

I'm not entirely sure.

(laughing)

I'm glad to be of service,

but now...

What do you recommend,
a quiet life?

My head down and my mouth shut?

Yes.
Well...

Oh, I could do.

And so could you...
Behave ourselves.

Not attempt to clear my name.

Ignore the rank corruption which
put me here in the first place.

But?

Where would be the fun in that?

(laughing):
Come on.

'Tain't fair, 'tain't right.

Should be I in that carriage,
going to London.

Instead of which,
'tis left to me

to make the house fitty again.

Have I not said?

With all these goings-on,
fires and the like,

how could I rest easy
without you here?

Indeed, who would be
a common lady's maid...

When they could be
Queen of Nampara?

Queen of Nampara.

(softly):
Bye, safe travel.

♪♪

DEMELZA:
Jeremy, Clowance,
are you excited?

(laughing)

(carriage rattling)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪