Poldark (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Episode #4.4 - full transcript

(Playful chatter and laughter)

JEREMY: Get me!
SAM: Aaaah!

DEMELZA: Jeremy, Jeremy!

(Playful chatter and laughter continues)

JEREMY: He's going to get you!

Dr Enys, is this creature not provoking?

Forcing me to sit out of the game?

- Boring me to tears with her endless smiles?
- Most provoking.

I live for the day the little beast runs away.

I tell her I shan't miss her at all.

Do they have such sport at Westminster?



Oh, if only those games were as innocent!

But is that not how Parliament works?

And are you now not au fait with it all?

I wish I knew what I'd actually achieved.

Here, at least I can sleep at night
knowing I've been of use.

Sometimes I wonder
why I went there in the first place.

- Then I'm reminded.
- To fight George?

No.

Just everything he represents.

(Birdsong)

This is a guinea. This a crown.

And this is sixpence.

Which do we prefer?

The...crown?



(Tuts) But see...

Your crown to guinea.

What does that tell you?

Gold is best?

- Good boy.
- Have we any left?

After your expenditure on boroughs?

Three-quarters of Saint Michael.

The Scawen family owns the remaining portion
and have yet to be persuaded to part with it.

Here.

Your uncle thinks the bid extravagant.

Oh, he would.
He's a blacksmith's son!

And I a blacksmith's grandson.

And had thought
my lack of pedigree well buried

till two members of the ruling elite

saw fit to close ranks against me.

Basset and Falmouth?

- I doubt that was their reason.
- What else would it be?

Well, I did hear...

You did hear...?

As I understand it,

Demelza spoke to each in turn and...

...encouraged them to end their feud.

So...

thanks to the intervention
of that impudent kitchen trull,

I must now spend a fortune

in order to regain
my rightful place in Parliament?

(Gulls cry)

(Gurgles)

Be not in haste to leave us, little one.

Stay awhile longer.

Do you think we'll ever truly mend?

- Have we not mended?
- A little.

'Tis like bone, Ross.

Once it's broken,
darest we lean on it again?

Surely we have peace now?

Yes.

I'm just afear'd that...

one little storm
will scat us all t'midjans!

Then we must take care.

To avoid the thunder.

(Birdsong)

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

Captures something of him, does it not?

Though I sometimes think
there were few who truly knew him.

Dr Enys, perhaps?

- Your wife?
- Hm.

First term in Parliament...

Period of learning.

How the land lies.

Who to mind. Who to ignore.
Who not to ignore.

I've not attempted to influence your voting.

But when you return
there will be...instances

where your vote will be appreciated.

(Pours drink)

Small matters of local importance.

A building scheme here, a new road there.

Nothing too onerous.

Do I make myself plain?

(Horse whinnies)

Hear now the comfortable words of St John:

"Speak ye the truth
and the truth shall set you free."

So...these people,
whose funds you've embezzled?

The Auketts.

Trevanions.

Noakes Pete.

Robert Ansell.

VWliam Coath.

And all were secured at Pascoes Bank?

Heaven forgive me.

Yes. Excellent.

Now, if Nat Pearce could oblige us further
and kindly bite the dust...

So we may hasten
the demise of Pascoe's Bank.

And, with it, the Poldark nest egg.

- Do we know its present worth?
- Ah, not yet.

- Morning.
- Morning.

The other day...

...at the beach...

...you seemed out of sorts.

Yes.

- If you'd rather not discuss?
- I'd much rather not discuss.

But there'll soon be no avoiding it.

Sarah...

...will not live.

- What?
- She has a congenital defect of the heart.

- My God.
- The irony.

I see so many children
born into poverty and squalor.

Yet my own child, born into luxury,

raised...with all the care
and attention of a princess...

...that such a child can be flawed.

Does Caroline know?

I can't tell her.

I've thought endlessly
of how to break the news gently.

But I cannot.

The thing must take its course.

But it's simply a question
of waiting for the first infection.

Whether it comes this month,
this year or the next...

...her heart will not have
the strength to meet it.

My God, Dwight.

- What can I do?
- Not tell Demelza.

Not that she would say anything,
but her face would betray her.

Ross? Blasting's all set.

Ready to go below?

We'll speak further.

Go.

And, Ross...

Not a word to Demelza.

No.

(Approaching footsteps)

(Distant explosion)

That'll be Ross!

Blastin' away so he may break through
to Maiden, and scuttle off back to London.

I see no haste in him to do so.
Beguiling as London is.

- Is it?
- You should see for yourself.

I think you'd like it.

Well, Ross haven't asked me.

I shall ask you - if I ever return.

Of which I see little prospect,
since I've become so dull and settled.

Which I lay firmly at the door
of young Miss Enys.

MORWENNA:
It's so kind of you to call.

How could I go without seeing
my old governess?

- How I've missed you!
- His stay has been all too brief.

Uncle George might disagree.

My sweet, you know relations
between you are much improved.

- That's only because I'm never here.
- (Door opens)

- (Door closes)
- My dear, is that a new nurse?

Surely that's the...third in a year?

Fourth.

Forgive me, but...they all seem so grim.

Would not some pleasant young person
be more suitable?

You do not think of
another of your sisters?

Lady Whitworth chooses them.

And Lady Whitworth dismisses them.

And Osborne agrees?
How strange.

Osborne is a strange man.

OSSIE: This cannot continue.

Meeting in broad daylight when there's always
the chance some prying busybody...

When does your husband visit his family?

Every Thursday at eight, for three hours.

That might be the better arrangement.

Whatever you say...Vicar.

Of course, you realise our...association
is purely temporary.

As soon as my wife sees fit
to resume marital relations.

In the meantime, Vicar,

you might have noticed
how threadbare is the rug?

And the cushions in the parlour.

You...

are a vile, acquisitive harlot.

And I can't think
how I came to be ensnared by you!

(Sfliggers)

Oh, Osborne. ls Rowella in?

She is er...indisposed.

I came myself, hoping to mediate
between the sisters, but she sent me away.

Would you excuse me?

My wife becomes distressed
if I'm away too long.

Ah! Master Geoffrey!

(They mush)

I can't get over how grown up 'ee be!

With pursuits to match.

Oh, do I shock you?

Well, that, I 'spicion, was your intent!

Master Geoffrey...
I'm not like your new friends.

'Tis not in me to speak of...
drinkin' an' gamblin' an' women.

No, you are right.

So perhaps we should be strangers now.

For my new friends belong to the worlds
of eminence and fashion.

And among such friends are those
who have freed me from the bonds of Trenwith

and Nampara and Sawle.

But the one from whom I require
undying friendship...

...is Blacksmith Came.

An' you shall 'ave it, Master Geoffrey.

For as long as you live.

(Sizzling)

I saw Morwenna today.

I couldn't get a word alone,
to tell her I was coming to see you.

Ah, 'tis as well.

There's no point resurrecting
something long since dead.

She has her life to live.

And I 'ave mine.

- Life must go on.
- Yes.

I'm glad to hear you say so.

SAM: Can't be far now.
ROSS: The other side of this rock.

ZACKY: By tomorrow we'll be through.
I'll wager my house on it.

(Chuckling)

DEMELZA: The blastin' went well?
- Hm. Most well.

Tomorrow we dig again.
An' Cap'n Ross an' I,

we feel it in our bones,
reward be close at hand.

Oh! Beggin' your pardon,
I thought 'twas only Mistress.

Are you bound for Sawle again, Rosina?

Drake could carry that basket.
Could you not, brother?

Willingly, sister.

Fine day for a walk.

'Tis so.

I lately learnt a new word.

Pro-pin-quit-y.

And what will you do with this word?

That's just it.
You don't do anything.

You just...arrange things,
so that something might happen.

And then you wait
to see if something does.

(Demelza laughs)

Brother oi yours, Preacher Came,
'fis a rare good man.

I do think so.

Are 'ee Methody?

No, but I go to church Sundays.

Oh.

Have 'ee known my sister a long while?

And I 'ave much to thank her for.

For she did tell me of Dr Enys
an' he did mend my lipsy leg.

- Praise the Lord.
- Amen.

I can manage from here.

We'm close to Sawle,
an' if folk see us walkin' t'gether...

'Twill be thought we're courtin'?

Folk can think what they like.

Dr Enys.

Most opportune!

May I consult you about my wife?

If you wish.

Of late I've noted
a marked deterioration in her behaviour.

Periods of profound melancholy,

suffers increasingly
from the most alarming delusions...

...and continues to refuse me
my conjugal rights.

All of which leads me to conclude
that she's beyond help

and would be better off
in an institution.

- An asylum?
- Alas.

Sir, as Mrs Whitworth's husband, you are,
of course, entitled to have her put away.

But...l question why you would wish to.

She performs her household
and parish duties admirably.

Her conjugal duties, don't you see?

As you know, sir,

I'm in holy orders
and therefore my position is delicate.

If I took the step of incarcerating my wife,
possibly for life,

I'd be reluctant to have the matter
come to the attention of the Bishop,

or my parishioners,
if I alone was responsible.

That's why the sanction of a physician
is of the utmost importance.

I see that, sir.

And I trust you will not easily find such a man.

(Sarah coughs)

(Sarah grizzles)

Ssh, ssh.

Oh, Dr Enys,
Madam Minx has been so tiresome today.

Scarcely any smiles - and forcing out
the strangest little cough just to be annoying.

- Cough?
- (Sarah grizzles)

May I see her?

(Sarah coughs and grizzles)

(Sarah cries)

- I think it's nothing serious.
- Of course not.

Only madam's attempt to take more attention
of mine than she has already.

(Grizzles)

(Birdsong)

Must you be in such haste
to leave our bed?

I'm in haste to embrace another Maiden!

Less accommodating than this one.

I believe she'll surrender in the end.

And when she do, I'd like to be there!

- Above grass.
- I know my place!

In the mine office.
Got my own chair an' a peg to hang my coat!

It comforts me to know, when I'm in London,
the mine's in safe hands.

Is that why you don't ask me
to come with you?

Breakfast?

GEORGE: Good boy.
- (Driver urges on horses)

At least when you return to Parliament,
we'll see more of Geoffrey Charles in London.

And meanwhile,
we have our own son to cherish.

How many pence in a shilling?
Shall we go and count?

Yes, Papa.

SAM: Good day to 'ee, brother.
- Morning.

(Lively chatter)

Blessed Lord, look kindly on our ventures

which we dedicate to the glory
of Thy holy name.

ROSS: Do you hear anything from Emma?

Is she maid at Tehidy still?

Yes, brother.

'Tis a year since she left, and er...

next week be the time she says she'll give me
her answer: will we be wed or no.

Are you hopeful?

Reckon so.

(Both laugh)

Dr Enys...
it's rare that I seek a second opinion.

I recall.

But since I have been urged by Mr Whitworth
to sanction his wife's committal

to a mental institution...

You would not wish to do so without
the endorsement of another physician.

- Quite.
- I have one stipulation.

- I must examine Mrs Whitworth alone.
- Preposterous!

Pray do.

(Gentle knocking, door opens)

Dr Enys!

You know, do you not, that it was never my wish
that your services be dispensed with?

Of course. I'm sorry that I return
under such unhappy circumstances.

- Do you know what my husband believes?
- It is what I believe which matters here.

(Exhales heavily)

What can you mean, Madam Mischief?

Our guest will be bored witless if you lie still
and only make that tiresome rasping sound!

- Is she sick?
- The merest of colds.

- But Dwight's not concerned?
- Dwight's always concerned.

Sarah's his little princess.

Gentlemen, I've examined Mrs Whitworth
and talked with her at length.

I have looked for indication
that she may be losing her reason.

I've found none.

And this...is all you have to say?

No, sir, it is not.

You have a wife
who must be regarded as delicate.

In my opinion, what she needs is care,
kindness and consideration.

Are you suggesting
she does not receive these?

- That's not for me to say.
- (Blows nose)

May I remind you that she threatened
to murder our son?

You've said so.
But has she ever made any move towards it?

The very existence of the threat
is proof enough that she is insane!

And may I remind you
that the Church's view on insanity

is that it is God's judgment
upon the wicked.

A view that has recently been shaken
by the King's own madness.

Might I suggest it would be treason
to argue that His Majesty's insanity

was brought on by his own evil ways?

The problem, Dr Enys...

is that Mrs Whitworth
is refusing to fulfil her conjugal duties.

- Exactly! Hence my suffering!
- Dr Choake, I don't deny the problem,

but is it one we can take
professional steps to resolve?

We are asked to provide a diagnosis
confirming Mr Whitworth's view

that his wife is insane
and must be put away.

- My answer is no...
- (Exhales)

...as yours must surely be.

I cannot help you, sir.
Nor do I wish to.

It's my humble opinion that if a husband cannot
win his wife by loving kindness and sympathy,

then he deserves to go without her.

I bid you both good day.

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

lnsolent pup!

(Grunting)

Sam.

Does that feel moist to you?

SAM: Brother?

(Trickling)

Get everyone out. Now!

(Tools clatter)

SAM: Get out!
WORKER: What is it?

- There's a flood!
- Get up to grass! Now!

Everyone out!

(Trickling)

- (Clatter)
- Get up to grass!

(Water gushes)

ROSS: Go. Above to grass!

- Sam, will you warn the others?
- Where'll 'ee go?

Down to 30 level.
It'll be the first to flood.

' Go!
_ (Shollting)

(Water crashing)

SAM: There's a flood!
Waste no time!

Get up to the shaft now! Come on!

ROSS: Everyone out!
There's a flood!

- Is anyone else down here?
- I can't be sure, sir.

Out! Out! Is anyone down here?

(Water gushing)

SAM: Make haste afore she floods.
- (Shouting)

(Jangliflg)

Flood! There's a flood!

(Panicked shouting)

ROSS: Zacky! Bobby!
There's a flood!

- Where?
- 20 level.

The shaft's filling up already!

- Is anyone else down there?
- Nay, it's just we!

Hurry. Hurry!

- Mine bell's a-ringin', maid!
- Oh, Judas!

Mind the children!

(Cries)

Dr Enys, you do fuss over that child.
She has a cold.

Even I know that's not the end of the world.

No.

But, for Sarah, it will be.

What on earth do you mean?

Flood! Flood at th' mine!

This is a very strange jest, Dr Enys.

Ask yourself, my love.
Is this something I would joke about?

(Approaching footsteps)

From the mine - there's a flood.

I must go. I'm sorry.

Of course you must.
What else would you do?

(Sarah coughs)

(Sarah grizzles)

Isn't Papa amusing?
What a vivid imagination he has.

(Bell ringing)

(Panting)

Hurry!

Zacky! Make haste!

- (Grunts)
ROSS: Up to grass! Get up!

Hurry!

- Keep going!
ZACKY: Make haste, nephew!

ROSS: Is anyone else down there?

(Bobby screams)

- (Splash)
ZACKY: Bobby!

ROSS: Bobby!

(Muffled cries)

- I must go after 'im!
- No! Go to grass!

- He's not coming out!
- I'll go!

I'll go get him!

(Grunting)

(Gasps for breath)

ls anybody up there? Zacky?

(Bell continues ringing)

- Where's Ross?
- Still below.

And Sam?

Can anybody help?

- Are any wounded?
- None so far, sir.

- But not all are out.
- Dwight, is this not the most terrible thing?

- How many still below?
- Four. And among 'em, Ross and Sam!

Dear God.

- (Panting)
- Zacky's out.

Help us!

Help us! Help!

ROSS: Brother, help!
SAM: Take the rope, brother.

Take it!

Quickly. Quickly.

- Bobby?
- Ross! Where's Ross?

- Oh, my love!
- (Panting) Is he dead?

(Grunts)

(Grunts)

- (Grunts)
DEMELZA: Oh!

Bobby. Bobby.

- Bobby.
- Dwight. Dwight. Leave him.

- Bobby.
- Nothing. It's no use.

- Leave him.
- Move!

Come on. Come on.

(Grunts)

Come on, Bobby.

(Muttering)

DWIGHT: Oh! (Panting)

(Dwight moans)
Come on, Bobby. Come on.

(Breath hisses)

Come on!

Come on, come on,
come on, come on!

- (Bobby gasps for air)
- (Shouting)

- Quickly! Quickly!
- He's alive. He's alive!

- Fetch him a blanket.
- Blanket!

- Someone get a blanket!
- Get him warm.

- The salts.
- You're safe, boy.

- Dwight, you really can work miracles.
- Oh, I wish that were true.

- Thank you.
- I think the men you should be thanking...

are there and there.

(Sam exhales heavily)

I thought I'd lost 'ee.

(Wind gently whistling)

Sam.

I come to give 'ee my answer, Sam.

(Chuckles) I'd almost forgot
what 'ee look'd like.

I wanted 'ee to hear it from me,
not by letter.

I be going to marry Ned Artnel.

Second Footman at Tehidy.

He's a kind man.

Not wild like Tom...

...nor pure like thee.

Oh, Sam, if it were simply a matter of lovin',
then you an' I'd be wed.

But it ain't that simple.

For I'm a loud, brazen girl.

An' you...you're a preacher,

an' folk would look askance
if you were to wed a girl like me.

Let 'em think what they like! Emma?

Nay, Sam.

For I did give Ned Artnel my word.

Though not my heart.

- For that I already give to thee.
- Emma.

God bless thee, Sam.

(Tearfully) I will never forget thee.

(Footstep)

Listen to this.

"Sometimes,
when a new adit is brought to an old mine,

they have holed unexpectedly to the house
of water and have instantly perished."

"Great caution should therefore be taken,

so that before breaking ground
they have timely notice of water."

"This advice may not be relished
by those who value money

more than the lives
of their fellow creatures."

Ross, that is not us!

Since when do we put profit
ahead of our workers?

Still...it makes for uncomfortable reading.

Then don't read it!

(Approaching footsteps)

Master Jeremy's askin' for 'ee, maid.

His cold is worse.
Should I send for Dr Enys?

No, no. Don't bother him.
Sarah's also sick.

- Is she?
- Oh, it's only a cold.

Caroline says Dwight's fussin' over nothin'.

I think I must return to the mine...
and assess the damage.

I'll be home before supper.

Demelza says Sarah's ill.

She has a cold.

- Is that all?
- It will be enough.

Dear God.

Does Caroline know?

Yes, Caroline knows.

And is taking it in her stride, with all the dignity
and stoicism of a lady of breeding.

Caroline...will you not take some brandy?

Why? ls there something to celebrate?

You know, Ross...
I never wanted this wretched creature.

But over the months she has wormed
her way into my affections,

supplanting even poor Horace.

Do you know...how long?

A matter of hours.

God in heaven.

- I should have brought Demelza.
- No.

No, I am a hard woman
and I can fend for myself.

Demelza does not understand
restraint and dignity.

I believe Demelza would cry.

And that, I fear, would undo us all.

DWIGHT: My love.

My darling.

(Tearfully) She's gone.

Will you not let me take her from you?

No.

I'd have her stay with me awhile.

(SObs)

(Church bell tolling)

(Sobs) It do feel to me
like the end of the world.

Like losin' Julia all over again.

Is she all you're reminded of?

Not Hugh?

You ask me that now?

After all this time, you still doubt me?

Perhaps I doubt everything!

MY Purpose, my use.

The wisdom of returning to London.

- The wisdom of going there in the first place.
- Are you not obliged to return?

Yes.

I am.

(Inhales and exhales heavily)

But what of my obligations here?

GEORGE: So Parliament has resumed...

...without the Dishonourable
Member for Truro.

Falmouth must be delighted.
Not that Ross ever did his bidding.

Did you ever do Basset's?

(Scoffs)

So Ross and I have something in common!

And soon...we'll have more.

The Scawens -
for all their illustrious heritage -

were not immune to the inducements
of a blacksmith's boy.

- You are not that.
- was.

And have spent my life denying it.

But now I think it has given me sinew.

And a disinclination to be beat.

So...do you now own all of Saint Michael?

Mo.

And all that remains is to remove
one of its two MPs - and step into his seat.

And for a blacksmith's boy...
how hard can that be?

(Chuckles)

- Bad as you feared?
- No. Worse.

The tunnels are block'd,
timber supports wash'd away.

Pumping rods shattered,
and all below the 30 level's under water.

ZACKY: It'll take months...

ROSS: We don't have months.

How do a hundred families survive
without this mine?

But how will 'ee pay 'em
if all they bring up is mud an' stones?

(Birdsong)

My love...I've been thinking.

Are we not taking all this
too much to heart?

Children die every day,
and the fact that this one was ours

and we esteemed it above all others,
shows a miserable lack of proportion.

Besides, I was never meant to be a mother.

You know that is nonsense.

You've been an excellent one.

- And I hope will be so again.
- No.

That I cannot do.

Dwight...l want to leave you.

- What do you mean?
- Not for ever, but...

I feel that I have failed.

Failed you.

Myself...

...her.

And while I remain in this house
with...all of its reminders...

...I feel I will never come to grips with...

...what it is that I need
in order...to forget.

- You cannot wish that.
- Not her.

The lack of her, the loss of her.

Where will you go?

To London.

- For a month or so.
- May I not come with you?

And abandon your patients?

- If it were just a month...
- It will not be just a month.

(Approaching footsteps)

From Falmouth.

I wrote informing him
I wouldn't be returning to London just yet.

And?

He makes it clear that when I do,
I'll be expected to toe the line.

Particularly on his behalf.

(Signs)

Are we sure about this?

To ransack our own coffers
in order to see this mine open again?

Woah!

Do we have a choice?

Well, we could close the mine, remove
ourselves to London and forget Cornwall exists.

Hm! Yes, Ross.

I see that's an option.

(Both chuckle)

Now, Dr Enys,
do your best not to miss Horace.

I will do my best...not to miss Horace.

(Whip cracks)

So good of you to spare me your time

before you return to Westminster,
Captain Howell.

Tell me, is not London damnably expensive?

And without private means,

one wonders what could persuade
a man to leave Cornwall at all!

And, therefore,
what might induce him to stay.

(Gulls cry)

Know where she be headed?

Same as we?

Hm. This be sister's doin'.

Very like. Do 'ee object?

Yes.

No. (Laughs)

Rosina!

DRAKE: Are you well?

DRAKE: Raargh!
- (Laughter)

(Chatter and laughter)

(Chuckles)

Shall we take some air?

DWIGHT: Caroline's right, of course.
We're not the first to lose a child.

Everyone has their trials and tribulations.
It's how one chooses to respond.

- How do you respond?
- Oh, you know...

By gritting my teeth in the day
and weeping into my pillow at night.

Caroline, meanwhile,
prefers horses, assemblies and gowns.

- You?
- Oh, you've seen me.

Frenzied, back-breaking,
all-consuming activity!

Doing...never dwelling.

Sometimes I think
I've welcomed this mine disaster.

- It's been a useful distraction.
- How long will this distraction continue?

Until I find a reason for it to stop.

DWIGHT: Enemy territory.

And typical of everything he stands for.

Oh...

George is neglecting his defences.

- How careless of him.
- Ross.

You think I'm the only one
who objects to these barricades?

No, but I think you have particular grievances
which others do not.

Is it not my duty
as an elected Member of Parliament

to be the mouthpiece of my constituents?

- (Thud)
- The mouthpiece, perhaps. But the hand?

Or the foot?

(Bird flutters away)

(Grunting)

I agree.
Fine behaviour for a politician!

If I may call oneself such,
outside of Parliament.

Verity would say I suffer from
the curse of the Poldarks!

- Which is?
- A swiftness to anger.

Readiness to hold a grievance.
Inability to compromise.

That's three curses!
And are any of them true?

I rest my case.

I've not given this much thought, but my sense is
that anger is not always destructive.

It can even be good, if properly directed.

Yes. You may be right.

I should learn to burn it in a better cause.

Hm. I wonder who this belonged to?

(Scoffs) Another man.
From another life.

And is he sorry to return?

Yes and no.

And did he not once say
that to effect greater change,

he must do so from a grander stage?

He did.

And is that "grander stage"
not one he find just a little...

What's the word?
..Intoxicating?

Sometimes.

And is that world not one he wish
to keep to himself a little longer?

Only because I could not achieve
all I hope to there...

...without you in place of me here.

And soon...

...we will go there together.

The Member of Parliament for Saint Michael,

Captain Howell, has surrendered.

I have his assurance
he will stand down at the next election.

- So we'll return to London.
- And Westminster.

And Ross Poldark
had better look over his shoulder

because I am fast approaching
in his wake.

- Will you watch over Demelza for me?
- I think she intends to watch over me.

And I'll do my best
to bring Caroline back to you.

As you did once before.

- Write to me.
- Write to me!

I want to hear everything
that happens to those I love most.

(Horse whinnies)

(Ross urges on horse)

- Here we are. Deserted.
- Abandoned.

Well, we must try to make the best of it.

Yes. We must try to make the best.

DEMELZA".
a' For whate'er drifts from one place

♪ ls with the tide to another brought

♪ And there's nought lost beyond recall

♪ Which cannot be found

♪ If sought