LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

ROSS: Why do you smile?

DEMELZA: Our feet back on Cornish soil.

All's right in the world.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: To this house, and all who bear the Poldark name, past and present.

CAROLINE: This is our new century.

ROSS: It is intolerable that human beings should be sold into slavery.

No matter what the future brings.

WICKHAM: These are difficult times, Captain.

ROSS: What may come between us... CAROLINE: Should husbands and wives have secrets from each other?

(gasps) (gun fires) ROSS: Nothing in my life has meaning without you.

LINNEY: "Poldark," the final season, right now, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (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 have got an hour.

KITTY: 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (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.

(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: And 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 (voiceover): 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 could 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.

RALPH: 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.

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 naive 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.

♪ ♪ (cell 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 (voiceover): 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 (voiceover): 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.

(Ralph 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?

Papa?

Mmm.

Look what I found.

(quietly): Take it away.

But Papa... Take it away!

(breathing shakily) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) 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 (voiceover): George?

Will you not say good night to your son?

Elizabeth?

Sir?

♪ ♪ Thank you, Bessie.

Uh, good night, boy.

Good night, Papa.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) MAN: Get off me!

(struggling) Get off me!

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 (voiceover): 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.

♪ ♪ GEOFFREY CHARLES: Are we abolitionists now?

DWIGHT: As it happens, yes.

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 (voiceover): 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.

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.

(hesitating): 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 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.

MAID: 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 did 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: In the hand of God beholden, 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) ♪ ♪ 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.

♪ ♪ 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.

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) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time, on "Poldark."

We have guests.

At your service, ma'am.

DWIGHT: I consider insanity not as a moral failing, but an affliction which may happen to the best of us.

NED: How can one win against an invisible enemy?

You were telling us?

This points to a conspiracy at the highest level.

Which you would do well to avoid.

LINNEY: "Poldark," next time, on "Masterpiece."

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