Poldark (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Episode #4.2 - full transcript

(Coachman urges on horses)

(Birdsong)

(Approaching hoofbeats)

JEREMY: How far is London?
ROSS: Hundreds of miles.

DEMELZA: Feels like the ends of the earth.

And perhaps that's no bad thing.

The headaches grow worse -
but if you give me a stronger opiate...

It's not simply a question of dulling the pain,
but of treating the underlying cause.

(Door opens)

This is a sorry sight!

My nephew should be up,
preparing for the election.



If we prevail - as I hope we shall -
we leave at once for London.

My Lord, may Wave a word'?

You are aware that the election is next week?
My nephew must be recovered by then.

I regret that I cannot tell you
what you wish to hear.

Then perhaps I should find someone who can.

GEORGE: Do we think here, or Truro,
for the celebrations?

My return to Parliament?

ELIZABETH: Are you so confident?
It was close last time.

With a man like Basset behind me,
do you suppose the result's in any doubt?

Now...Armitage. Armitage puzzles me.

An illustrious family name,

a respectable Navy career,

no local business interests to further.

What possible use
could he make of Parliament?



Perhaps he thinks to be "a force for good"?

- He wouldn't last five minutes!
- Hm.

(Chatter)

ROSS: Dwight!
You've missed all the hard work.

I was called to Tregothnan.
And subsequently dismissed.

- Hugh's improved?
- The reverse.

But Falmouth dislikes my diagnosis
so has called in Choake.

Then there's no hope for him.
He'd stand a better chance in France.

Ha. And I have other patients to attend to.

Some closer to home.

I very much regret to announce
an Enys-Penvenen offshoot.

A child?

Oh, Judas, that's wonderful!

(Laughter)

And entirely your fault.
You would insist on bringing me home.

- Of course I don't want the brat.
- She don't mean it.

- No, she means it.
- Really, I cannot bear babies.

- Wrinkled, greedy, red-faced little tyrants!
- Truly, though...

Will it not be wonderful for us all?

- This calls for a celebration.
- Well, before my life is ambushed by possets,

I must make myself useful.

Will you favour me
with your company this afternoon?

Well, stap me, if it ain't the Resurrection Boys!

(Mimics choking)

Ahh, now then, lads - do 'ee wrastle?

I'm in charge of the games at Sawle Feast
tomorrow, and in need of contenders.

I'll fight either of you Came meaders
wi' one hand tied behind my back!

Why don't you fight 'im, Sam?
Show them who's master!

- I'd sooner wrestle for the liberation of souls.
- What about my soul?

I pray for that night an' day.

And if you came to our meetings,
we could pray together.

Maybe I would - if you beat him.

TOM HARRY: Hmm...

- Do 'ee mean it?
- I say so, don't I?

I accept.

CAROLINE: Would it not be a fine thing
if George Warleggan were unseated...

- Yes.
- By Hugh Armitage?

For then George would be out of Parliament.
And Hugh would be out of Cornwall.

It would solve a good many problems.

So how may we help Hugh on his way?

Hm?

Our aim is to bring down the fever,
reduce the putrid humours

and cause an intermission in the
excessive action of the blood vessels.

We will proceed first with blistering,

thereafter with purging, vomiting,
poulticing and bleeding.

(Chatter)

If you were to bring your influence to bear
in securing me the living of St Newlyn,

my uncle, Conan Godolphin, might be willing...

To secure me an introduction
to the Prince of Wales?

Yes, you've said so - many times -
so far without...result.

But...as you say,
were I in a position to influence matters -

your uncle should bear that in mind...

when next he dines with His Royal Highness.

- Is this what it takes to be a politician?
- See how well suited I'd be?

So delighted you could join us,
my Lord de Dunstanville.

The delight is all mine, dear ladies.

Excepting my wife and daughter,
I'm seldom in such agreeable company.

Lord Falmouth is here, ma'am.

Oh. Oh, dear.

- How very awkward!
- Has he mistook the day?

Have I? I could swear...
I invited him tomorrow.

My Lord, I can only apologise...

My Lord, would you believe,
I've foolishly misarranged my engagements.

Can you forgive me?

(Chatter)

So, Ross...

I understand your brother-in-law has challenged
my gamekeeper to a wrestling match.

Incautious of him, to say the least.

- Tom Harry is a champion and in his prime.
- His stomach would suggest otherwise.

You think, then,
your Methody preacher will prevail?

I hope so.
It's time that hired thug was taught to behave.

I confess, I do find politics that confusing!

Why, for instance,
do Cornwall return over 40 MPs,

but new towns like Manchester
send not a single one?

- I agree, it's wholly unjust.
- And wholly appropriate.

Till such times as these upstart boroughs

prove themselves capable
of sound political judgment.

What, like Cornwall? Which persists
in electing members by bribery and favours?

By and large our elected representatives
are men of integrity.

My own nominee, a gentleman, war hero.

By sheer coincidence, your own nephew.

Whereas yours
is a man without scruples or decency.

Perhaps you'd care to lay a wager
on the contest.

- Shall we say a hundred guineas?
- (Chuckles)

On one condition.

Whoever loses...
pays the money to a charitable cause.

- Charitable?
DWIGHT: Excellent thought!

- Might I propose the new hospital in Truro?
- Agreed.

I was saying to Demelza
how tiresome it must be

to be forever battling for the same territory.

Were it left to we ladies,
I wager we'd soon come to agreement.

Well, pray instruct us...

Well, suppose we were
disputing two boroughs...

Say for instance - Truro and Tregony?

- Then I might suggest she yield me Tregony.
- While she concede me Truro.

Of course...
she might not wish to concede Truro,

were she convinced of the merit
of her candidate.

But suppose that candidate
had failed to impress.

- Had neglected his duty.
- Say, in preserving the peace?

Thereby allowing a man to hang.

A dismal performance.
Quite unworthy of anyone's patronage.

I cannot disagree, my Lord.

More brandy, gentlemen?

- To muscular might.
- You applaud brute force?

Sometimes, in this world, that's what's required.

Even if innocents get trampled
underfoot in the process.

Zacky Martin's son was not innocent.

You consider brutality to be
an essential part of a politician's armoury?

I consider a sentimental weakness
for the poor to be pure self-indulgence.

Those of us actually in government-

as opposed to those
pontificating from the sidelines -

have a more realistic view
of what's required to run this country.

I look forward to our contest tomorrow.

- I suppose the election result's in no doubt?
- (Door closes)

Well, we'll see less of George
once he's in London.

(Bottles clinking)

(Crashing of waves)

(Gulls crying)

(Grunting and groaning)

Watch your pin, Sam. Again.

Hit!

Hit!

Stay rooted.

(Straining)

Waargh!

(Grunting)

ROSS: It's not the guineas
which concern me, it's Sam.

Why don't you fight Tom Harry?

At least I could nurse your broken bones
in a better cause.

Do you think I could pick and choose
my own battles?

I'd like to think so.

But sometimes they come at me unannounced.

And then?

- (Bubbling)
- Ross!

(Demelza laughs)

ROSS: That's it. Move it this way.

- (Cheering)
- There we go.

MAN: Hooray for the blessed Saint Sawle.

(Children laughing)

(Low chatter)

- Please may I be excused?
- No, you may not.

Feast of Saint Sawle is the one day
that everyone goes to church.

- Jeremy doesn't have to.
- (Chuckles)

(Laughter)

Was Geoffrey-Charles permitted to play
with local urchins?

- Francis saw no harm in it.
- And yet see what came of it-

an inability to discern the proper companions
for a boy of his station.

We will ensure that our children
will make more suitable connections.

(Bell tolling)

(Children laughing)

(Cane tapping on floor)

(Chatter dies down)

DR CHOAKE: One cannot expect
immediate relief

when one is dealing with a brain fever.

Is that what we're dealing with?

I believe Dr Enys
first identified the symptoms.

I, however, differ as to treatment.

If my thirsty little colleagues here
produce no good effect,

I propose to shave the head
in order to facilitate...

...trepanation.

Well, daughter, are 'ee ready
to forfeit thy soul t'preacher?

Reckon preacher's soul's on his back for thee!

- Least preacher 'ave a soul!
- (Cackles)

(Children playing and laughing)

(Laughter and low chatter)

Ah, my dear.

I feel it my duty as vicar
to attend the Feast Day festivities.

- Naturally you will not wish to attend...
- Cousin Elizabeth?

Shall we go together?

THOLLY: Here they come.

(Chatter)

I hope you've brought your needle and thread.
Brother Sam may need patching up.

(Chatter)

Welcome, everyone!
A wrestlin' contest!

(Some cheers)

Best of three falls.

On my left, we have Tom Harry.

(Boeing)

And on my right...

Sam Came.

(Cheering)

MAN: Go on, Sam!

Right. Shake hands in the middle.

- (Thud)
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, none of that.

On the whistle.

Use your size, Tom.

(Shouts of encouragement)

(Whistle)

See this delivered, without delay.

(Shouts of encouragement)

(Groaning)

- Come on, boy!
- Roll him over.

Come on, Sam.

- (Cracking)
- Aargh!

Keep your eyes on him!

- Come on, Sam!
- Steady on!

That's it!

Go on, Sam.

" (Sam grunts)
- (Cheering)

- Get on, boy!
- Proper stuff.

First fall to Sam Came!

Come on!

Yes! Come on, Sam.

- Come on, Uncle Sam!
- Yay!

Yaw.!

Thank you.

From Lord Falmouth.

I'll return as soon as I can.

Ready? Second fall.
On the whistle.

- Come on, Sam.
- (Shouts of encouragement)

Get on!

Get up, Harry.

Get up. Come on.

Come on.

(Shouts of encouragement)

Tholly! He's cheating.

- Tholly!
- His eyes! Mind his eyes!

- Take him apart.
- Hey!

' (Gasps)
' 3am!

Come on. He's cheating again.

- Get off him.
- Stop it. Off him.

Off him! That's enough.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heY!

Second fall to Tom Harry.

Cheating, finaglin' worm!

Have a drink.

(Bottles clinking)

- His Lordship has no patience.
DWIGHT: Sir?

I've assured him that these treatments
must be allowed to take their course,

but he's used to dictating terms,
so he must take the consequences.

Ha! Good luck to you, sir.

- Trepanation?
- You can see why my uncle sent for you.

Shall we try less primitive methods?

I have a powder to lower the fever,
and another to reduce headaches.

But...you yourself must play a part.

Trust in your own powers of recovery.

Suppose my faith is wavering?

THOLLY: Final fall! All to play for.
- (Whistle)

(Shouts of encouragement)

- (Shouting)
- Go on, Sam!

- You watch it!
- Tholly!

You all right? Careful!

- (Shouts of encouragement)
- Tom Harry!

- (Panting)
- Hurt him, Tom!

Come on, Tom!

You're welcome to her soul, brother.
I've already had her body!

(Chuckles)

“ (TOrn H
_ fig grunts)

(Gasps of shock)

And the winner is...Tom Harry!

(Some booing)

(Groans)

(Jaunty violin music)

- (Shouts of encouragement)
WOMAN: Wooh!

(Chatter)

(Low chatter)

(Laughter)

Valentine, come here.

JEREMY: Bye, Valentine.

(Waves crashing)

(Exhales)

Morwenna?

I saw 'ee - at the hanging.

I thought...

I thought it was the last time
I should ever see you.

Knowing 'ee were there,
I'd have died content.

I cannot be seen here.

With you.

How are 'ee, Morwenna?

Do he treat 'ee more kindly now?

Wife!

- I was collecting shells.
- Alone?

Well, have a care.
Here we're at the very edge of civilisation.

I believe the natives can be quite barbaric.

(Jaunty music)

(Drunkenly) Greet thy champion!

And sing 'is praises.

(Belches)

For he is very...glad to be at thy service.

We thank you for that service.

And from now on...
we no longer require it.

Brute force wins the day!

And I'm delighted the hospital will benefit.

(Tholly laughs)

Cap
n.

It's from Dwight.

(Door opens)

HUGH: Ross?

A pretty jest, is it not?

To cheat the French,
and then oneself be cheated?

I hope you'll soon gain the upper hand.

- Will I?
- We'll do our best!

Demelza.

Would you sit with me awhile?

Too many visitors will tire him.
I'll wait downstairs.

- Courage, my friend.
- Thank you.

- How serious is it?
- Difficult to say.

There seems to be
some underlying weakness.

Some lowering of resistance which
makes him susceptible to every passing ill.

Of course, his time in France
will render him more vulnerable.

But I sense there's more to it than that.

He seems...somehow resigned.

Why? When he has everything to live for.

A glittering career, a noble family name,
a new life in London.

Perhaps those things hold less
attraction for him than...other things

which are more difficult to attain.

One would hope they're more difficult.

(Throat cleared)

Captain Poldark, would you favour me
with a few moments of your company?

My nephew will be very glad to see your wife.

He thinks highly of her. As do I.

And I.

Of course, you're aware that,
thanks to her efforts,

Francis Basset and I have come to an accord?

- I was not aware.
- However, I would not be so naive

as to suppose the strength of feeling
which arose against me

at the last election no longer exists.

Even without Basset's support,

many who voted for Warleggan
will not change their allegiance.

Of course, whatever happens to Hugh...

...he will not be fit to fight this election.

No. No, of course not.

A great pity.

And by now you'll have had to choose
some other candidate.

I have, indeed.

I warn you.
His Lordship is not fond of unexpected guests.

We are not guests. I am his elected
representative in Parliament.

Hm.

Since the riots he's been much engaged
with affairs of state.

And whatever coolness
you may have imagined towards us...

Should it continue, it would create
an unfortunate impression.

Then we will create a different one.

Arrange a series of public appearances
where Basset and I can demonstrate

that we are, in all things, as one.

Tell him I am otherwise engaged.
And will be for the rest of the day.

(Door opens and slams shut)

But why, when you have the pick
of the county to choose from, choose me?

Because I believe you have
the best chance of winning the seat.

Confess. Do you not feel some frustration
with your present life?

Your inability to influence matters
you care deeply about?

(Door opens)

I think I've stayed late enough.

The last time we spoke,
we were at odds on just about everything.

The function of Parliament, the way men are
elected, the unequal distribution of power.

Times change. Perhaps my views
are less far from yours than once they were.

Work for reform...from within the House.

Not all politicians find it necessary
to sell their souls.

DEMELZA: What would it mean?

Parting from you.

Becoming strangers for much of the year.

I in London, you in Cornwall.

Could you bear it?

Could you?

GEORGE: From one of my agents.

"Basset and Falmouth
have reached an accord"?

Falmouth will not contest Tregony.
Basset will not contest Truro.

In other words, he's thrown us over.

- How dare he?
- But it...it matters not.

My uncle has begun canvassing
the burgesses and he assures me...

That the majority wouldn't vote for a Falmouth
candidate if the end of the world was nigh!

(Approaching footsteps)

Well?

ELIZABETH: Can you be certain?
- Not entirely.

Which is why we've taken steps to increase
the obligations of certain electors.

- Threatened them.
- Encouraged them...

...to see the advantages
of continued allegiance.

And the disadvantages of the reverse.

All of which may in fact result in a larger majority
than the one I secured last time.

ROSS: These are my terms.

I may support Pitt
in any measure to sustain the war.

I may support the abolition of slavery.

I may take any action I feel will benefit the poor.

Agreed.

I accept the nomination.

So all is well?
We will return to Westminster?

My dear, order your gowns
to be packed without delay.

HUGH: When I am gone,
remember this of me

That earth of earth
or heaven of heaven concealed

No greater happiness
than was to me revealed

By favour of a single day with thee...

(Door opens)

CLOWANCE: Mama. Mama!

DEMELZA: What is it, sweetheart?

Jeremy, what have I told you
about teasing your sister?

(Door closes)

Demelza...

I must ask you...

Are you afraid?

Of what we agreed today?

(Exhales heavily) More than afraid.

Yet I know it must be so.

Do not fear it.

George will win.

And I will stay.

And Hugh will live.

Brother Sam?
Have 'ee said aught about the wrestlin'?

DEMELZA: Not a word.

You know I promised to go
to his prayin' feast if he won.

- So why did he let Tom Harry win?
- Maybe he don't want to win you that way.

If he'd won, would you have kept
to your side of the bargain?

- Of course.
- And could 'ee not still?

- I'm afeared.
- Of what?

That I'd feel naught.

That I'd want to be saved, but...
I'd be led to pretendin' I'm saved.

Do you love him?

Be advised.
What he believes is who he is.

Ye can't love Sam without lovin' his faith.

Come on.

DEMELZA: You must choose.
Take all of him.

Or none.

(Birdsong)

This afternoon's election...
will you go, cousin?

Oh, now, there will be a tussle!

(Clears throat)

Will your opponent attract many votes,
do you think?

On account of his exploits in France?

Doubtful.

Armitage is new to the business
and would do better to return to the Navy.

Oh! You have not heard?

Armitage is sick.

Falmouth was obliged
to choose another candidate.

- Oh?
- And who might...

Poldark! Poldark of Nampara!

Myself, I should have thought him
too much of a rogue.

But no doubt he thinks
to turn his notoriety to some account.

Are you sure you have the right person, Ossie?

Gad, yes! I had it from my tailor!

Who had it from Sir Hugh Bodrugan!

Who said, "Poldark in Parliament

shall provide more backbone than wishbone!"

(Guffaws)

He's not yet there.

Oh.

(Birdsong)

(Light snoring)

I'm sorry, Uncle...
that I cannot oblige you today.

(Scoffs) Hey.

There'll be other occasions, my boy.

(Wheezes)

(Horse whinnies)

(Letter rustling)

From Tregothnan.

Asking for you.

Seddon, Gough, Tippet, Howell,
Killick, Pooley: these votes are assured.

Less certain is Aukitt,
but he's received a substantial loan

which he knows is due for repayment
if he votes unwisely.

These three - they're marginal.
They could swing the vote either way.

Prynne, Hick, Musgrave.
Older gentry, well connected, set in their ways.

And old friends of the Chynoweths.

I told you my wife would be useful.

ROSS: You've abandoned your post?

This time it was the patient who dismissed me.

In favour of his other visitor?

I made him comfortable.

What else could I do?

ROSS: Is it true that swans mate for life?
- I believe so.

Or at least until
a more handsome swan appears.

No-one seems able to cure me.

And yet...

I think there's someone...who could.

Well, let them be sent for!

She's here.

L?

I have no miraculous powers.
What could I do?

Give me hope?

In spite of how I care for you...

...and all that's between us...

...it is not in my power
to give you what you seek.

Well, then, I must be content with what I had.

For it was no small treasure.

To have once possessed you, body and soul.

I never asked you...
What led you to accept the nomination?

A moment of madness.

Which I now regret.

(Low chatter)

Once again he puts me in a quandary.

You dislike Falmouth,
so how can you vote for his man?

Quite so.

You're a veteran of these affairs, Harris.
What's the form?

Do I shake hands with my opponent or...
am I permitted to glare at him across the hall?

- The latter, I believe, is customary.
- And safer.

(Chuckling)

(Rings)

Ladies, gentlemen, quiet, please.

It is three o' clock. Let the Proclamation
and Notice of the Election now be read.

Gentlemen, I propose Mr George Warleggan.

An experienced candidate who has served
this borough faithfully for many years.

A banker and merchant with
a thorough knowledge of local affairs.

A magistrate, a keen upholder of the law,

which puts him in stark contrast
to his opponent

who has frequently shown himself
to be above the law.

I commend to you a man
who stands against lawlessness,

against corruption,

who will fight for the interests
of this borough in Parliament.

- (Smattering of applause)
- What a paragon!

I'm almost ready to vote for him myself.

Gentlemen, may I propose as my candidate...

...Captain Ross Poldark.

New to governance but known to all
as a brave and distinguished soldier.

Thank you.

(Murmuring)

- Short and sweet.
- A welcome change.

CLERK: Let the voting now commence.

I cast my vote
for Mr George Warleggan.

Captain Ross Poldark.

(Low chatter)

Captain Poldark.

Mr George Warleggan.

Mr George Warleggan.

Mr George Warleggan.

Mr George Warleggan.

Mr George Warleggan.

ROSS: Three more votes and George has it.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Mr George Warleggan.

Mr George Warleggan.

Six votes remaining.

ROSS: And George only needs one more.

Basset will look a fool
if he goes against the tide now.

- Here it comes.
- It's a rout.

Captain Ross Poldark.

(Murmuring)

(Whispers)

Captain Ross Poldark.

- Captain Poldark.
- (Murmuring)

Hick and Musgrave.

And my wife just charmed
the breeches off them.

Captain Poldark.

- Captain Poldark.
- Did you not tell me I had their votes?

- Captain Ross Poldark.
- (Shocked murmuring)

DWIGHT: Ross, it's yours.
- Mr George Warleggan has eight votes.

Captain Ross Poldark has nine votes.

I therefore declare
Captain Poldark to be the winner.

MEN: Yes! Yes!
- (Cheering and laughter)

Thank you very much for your vote.

(Applause continues)

How did he manage it?
How could he possibly defeat you?

He... He did not defeat me!

Prejudice defeated me.

Privilege has closed ranks and chosen
to forget the misdemeanours of his past!

And I, who have
worked tirelessly within the law,

given money to all sorts of worthy causes,

am regarded with contempt
because my ancestry is inferior to his!

I did what I could.

- Will Mistress Poldark be joining us?
- She went to visit a sick friend.

I told her it was the worthier cause,

since I hadn't the least expectation
of prevailing here!

Congratulations, Captain.
We have won the day.

By a very narrow margin.

No margin is too narrow
so long as it's the right way.

Will you join us for the dinner at the Red Lion?

Forgive me, but I'm not in the mood to celebrate.

L-I just received word.

My nephew died...a few hours ago.

I hope he took comfort from your wife's visit.

I'm so sorry.

Please...excuse me.

(Gulls cry)

- Did you know he would die?
- I suspected it.

But what purpose would it be
to tell you before the election?

- I was certain he'd survive.
- He was still so young.

And, to be frank...

I often wondered if...

If he exaggerated his pain
in order to gain sympathy?

(Exhales heavily)
I'm ashamed of the thought.

Then console yourself with this:

henceforth, he'll be immortal
in everyone's memory.

And we poor souls
will look pale in comparison.

Yes.

The thought had occurred to me.

I wanted to tell 'ee.

A man's never had me.

Even if they had, 't'would make no odds.

The soul can still be saved.

And there be more joy in heaven
over one sinner that repent.

But that's just it, Sam. I don't repent.

I could pretend to, but ye'd know.

What good would that do us?

So...

...I'm goin' away.

- To marry Tom?
- A cock's life, no!

To Tehidy.

My Lady Dunstanville
have want of a maid.

Just for a year.

And after that...if 'ee still wish it...

and if...if I still wish it...

...we'll meet again.

See how things come out. See...

See if there be any change.

There'll be none from me.

You're a rare good man, Sam.

Believe me,

it gives me no satisfaction...

...to be...mm...

forced to...stoop to the services

of a - mm! - common drab.

And all because...

my wife refuses to perform
her conjugal duties.

- (He moans)
- She don't know what she missin'.

Leave us.

This is a set-back.
Nothing more.

We will not let it compromise our plans.

Any of our plans.

ROWELLA: Oh, Vicar!

- Good day t'you.
- Sister-in-law!

- How is your...
- Health?

Oh, Vicar, I'm so very grieved!

- I'm afraid I was mistook.
- In what regard?

It does appear now
that I was not after all with child.

Are...you...serious?

I can only plead youth
and extreme ignorance of these matters.

You are the Devil's handmaiden.

Sent to tempt and destroy
one of God's own ministers!

Did you not invent...the entire fable...

to blackmail and cheat me
into providing a dowry for...

Vicar!

I'm ashamed of you!

However could you think such a thing?

PRUDIE:
♪ Roll it and pat it and mark it with "P"

♪ Put it in the oven for Prudie and thee!

(Chuckles)

Maid not with 'ee?

She's not returned?

Not since this morn
when she rid for Tregothnan.

Hugh Armitage is dead.

Oh, Lord!

Oh, God bless 'im.

Oh, comfort the maid.

She'll be that...

Yes. She was fond of him.

- Perhaps I should go in search of her.
- Nay, sir.

Only that...

Maybe she wish to grieve alone awhile?

Maybe leave her
to come back of her own accord?

(Waves crashing)

(Door opens)

Ross. I thought you would be abed.

Because I could sleep...
knowing you were not home?

I went to Caroline.

I had to talk to someone and...

...I know no-one closer, more truly a friend.

Except me.

Was it not so?
Before all this happened?

It was. Always.

But in this? Ross, how could I tell you?

Do you not think I'd want to be told?

And to explain something
I don't rightly understand myself?

Try.

(Tearfully) This...thing...

...came upon me unawares, l...

I never sought it. I...

I never thought there was place
in my heart for any but you.

But somehow...

- ...somehow...
- You came to love him.

Not love...

Not love such as we - such as you and I.

No love could match that.

But...

Yes, he...

he did touch my heart.

- And now?
- (Sobs)

And now I feel as if my heart is broke.

Not as it was with Julia.

Then my tears were like blood from a stone.

I durst not let 'em fall.

And yet now they fall
like summer rain.

And not only for Hugh.

It's for her and me...

and...and...all that's wasted

and...and broken and lost in this world.

Save some tears for me.

For I believe I'll need them.

This hurt...

It will mend.

And this sad, sorry, broken world?

Will that mend too?

Who will mend it, Ross?

Will you?

I will try.

The election.
What happened?

The very last thing we thought.

- Huh!
- You won?

Yes.

And now?

Everything will change.

Be good...while I am away.

And you, look after your mother.

- Aye.
- Good boy.

(Coachman urges horses to stop)

- (Horses whinny)
COACHMAN: Woah, woah.

Thanks.

(Coachman urges on horses)