Poldark (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 7 - Episode #4.7 - full transcript

(She giggles)

You are worse than the children!

Do you wish they were here?

- Not at this precise moment, no.
- (Laughs)

And, at this rate...
we'll soon be adding to their number.

(She giggles)

(Chuckling)

(Lively chatter)

Everyone is at your beck and call -
myself included.

My love, the confinement is months away.

And I intend to lavish
the best possible care upon you.



And as for this young man...

Come and meet Aurelia!

Oh, Papa, thank you!

OK. Ready?

(They chuckle)

I also have a surprise for you.

And what might that be?

A masked ball, in this house,

to which the cream
of London society will flock.

My dear, recollect how many times
your invitations

have not found the favour they deserve.

Now they have.
This will be a charity ball.

In aid of the foundling hospital.

- Oh! I see.
- (He chuckles)



Well, in that case...

Could there be a better way
of announcing our return to London?

(George chuckles)

- Faster.
- (Chuckling)

(Tiny explosions)

(Gasps of amazement)

- Now, for my next trick...
- (Lively chatter)

(Bird chattering)

First thing tomorrow
we will visit your tailor.

- I have no tailor.
- I've engaged one.

- The finest.
- Naturally.

My love, this is London.

- One is required to look the part.
- What part is that?

One half of the handsomest couple in town?

No wonder you stay so long in London.

Life's all pleasure!

ROSS: Excellent! A charity ball.

Guess George is 'spiring for sainthood now.

Are we to go?

Would you deprive him the pleasure
of taking money from us?

Oh, Lord, I'm so tired
I could sleep for a week.

What if I have other plans for you?

(Waves crashing)

Granted, it don't look like much now.

But there's a stream close by an'...
Sawle 'ave need of a blacksmith.

(Scoffs) This blacksmith?

All in good time.

Cap'n Ross did once say:
"Work is the thing.

Not drink, not despair.

But build a thing, mend a thing...

an' even if there's hell in your heart,
at the end of the day, ye'll feel better."

So let's build.

My daughter-in-law has always been unstable.

Lately she has become more erratic than ever,

and...l must tell you, I fear for the children.

You agree it will be best for all concerned

that when the child is born
she be removed from this house

and committed to an asylum?

Yes, Your Ladyship.

I was saying to Dr Behenna,
we must hope for a boy.

Girls are of no use to anyone.

I wonder if you realise
how fortunate you are?

Without the kindness of the Whitworths,
you'd be nothing but a common governess.

And I was never in my life more happy
than when I was a governess.

London suits you.

- (They laugh)
CAROLINE: And will shortly be at your feet.

Tomorrow, the Warleggan party.
Have you decided what you'll wear?

My best gown.
The one I wore to your wedding.

Oh, that won't do at all.

Don't despair, I have a solution.

I mean to have you worshipped
by all who set eyes on you.

Oh, I don't think I'd like that.

My dear, we both know it happens
whether you like it or not!

(Chatter)

That's a very pretty petticoat!

Should I wear my nightshirt
to keep you company?

Oh, Ross, don't tease me!
Caroline had it altered for me.

Do you really hate it?
Should I wear my old gown instead?

And be miserable all night?

I could never be miserable.

You know how happy I am.

- Why is that?
- Mm... Because of you.

Because of us.

How it's been since we came to London.

Perhaps you'd consider a longer stay?

We could send for the children
and find more spacious lodgings.

- Oh, Ross, do you really mean it?
- Yes.

I'd like it beyond anything!

And, for what it's worth...

...I like the gown.

DRIVER: Whoa!

MAN: The Honourable Miss Dullevan.

(Chatter and laughter)

Ma'am.

Sir.

(Demelza laughs)

(Music and chatter)

Captain and Mrs Poldark.

Well, he could have saved himself the expense
and donated it all to charity.

But that would defeat the object.

Demelza. You look wonderful.

Admiral and Mrs Banister.

You must be glad
to have her with you at last.

Yes.

You couldn't know...

I scarcely knew myself at the time but...

In the aftermath of...a certain event,

I thought to put distance
between myself and Demelza.

To try to make sense of it all.

And did you?

In part.

But distance creates
as many problems as it solves.

Don't I know it!

And now, I think, what will serve us better,
is to spend more time together.

So despite everything, here we are...

You know how she loves a party.

Oh, the foundling hospital has long been
dear to my heart - and my wife's, of course.

Everyone thinks of those poor,
fatherless, abandoned infants.

- Elizabeth is with child?
- Had you not heard?

Of course. Why would you?

DEMELZA: Who's that?

That is the scandalous
Captain Monk Adderley.

My dear, you're a veritable goddess
and George is blessed amongst men.

And, I assure you,
is entirely sensible of his good fortune.

Whatever you do, do not take him seriously.

Who's that with Poldark?

His kitchen maid. Now his wife.

The hair's a touch provincial,
but the rest is good.

Doubtless she's been dressed in London.

Then she must be undressed in London.

Have you ventured yourself?

Uh... My tastes are more refined.

But if you have the stomach...

(Chatter and music)

Drommie, viens!

There's a fellow I'd like you to meet.

(Low chatter)

My dear Poldark.

May I present my ward,
Miss Andromeda Page.

- Delighted.
- And this must be Mrs Poldark?

- Enchanté.
- Shall we...

I'm as hungry as a cannibal.

Shall we seek some refreshment?

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, sir. I'm engaged.

- To whom?
- My husband.

(Laughs) on.

My dear, let me advise you.

It is simply not the thing in London
for married couples to eat together.

Oh... I did... I did not know.

Your husband knows the form.

Ross.

Captain Adderley seems ferocious for food.

Shall we eat together?

By all means.

So, you find me ferocious?

- Is it my reputation which alarms you?
- I don't know of your reputation, sir.

Two things I like best.

To fight and to make love.

With the same person?

No...but on the same day.

One whets the appetite for the other.

Bear up. It will soon be over.

I assure you I'm having a splendid time.

Not fearing for Mrs Coad's quinsy?
Or Nan Bartle's scarlet fever?

My locum is an excellent man.

Well, some of the tabbies have been doubting
I actually have a husband.

I must be allowed to flaunt you
for all you're worth.

Admiring my buttons?

Observe in each a lock of hair.

A token from Miss Page?

A Lieutenant Framfield...

...and a Captain Polger.

Both despatched in a duel.

- Mm.
- Of course there have been others.

But one does not usually linger
to collect souvenirs.

Is not the punishment
for duelling...hanging?

I plead benefit of clergy.

Are you a clergyman?

A cleric. I read and write.

Ah, here's Poldark, with my little Drommie.

Delicious body.

Drommie's, I mean.

Though I venture P0ldark's
has much to recommend it?

(She laughs)

- Are you not afraid for your wife?
- Not in the least.

She's a miner's daughter.

- Lord, how mortifying!
- Not for me.

I view her heritage with nothing but pride.

But how can you be sure
she won't disgrace herself?

Being one of the vulgars.

Are we not all vulgars?

Do we not all share the same needs...
hungers...pains?

Just what my father would have said.

But then he was a merchant.

Challenged me to a duel once.

I refused.
On the grounds that he wasn't a gentleman.

(She laughs) Mm.

Mrs Poldark, shall we take a turn?

Yes, if you like.

How are you, Demelza?

I thank you. I'm well.
And yourself?

Surviving.

- You're enchanting.
- (She laughs) You're very kind.

As I hope you will be -
when we're finally alone.

I shall wait upon you.
When will your husband be out?

When I am.

Adderley...you must return to Miss Page.

She's missing your attentions.

Do you know, Poldark, there's only
one person I ever take instructions from?

That is myself.

Ross...Captain Adderley
has kindly suggested he wait on us.

Which...would be delightful,
would it not?

But perhaps we should meet elsewhere.
For... For tea...or for cards.

- An excellent thought.
- Ross, Mrs Gower's asking for you.

I shall send a note, Captain Adderley,
confirming arrangements.

Shall we say Thursday?

(Music and chatter)

Did she bite?

- Nibbled.
- I doubt that. She's a virtuous woman.

And within a week
she will not be a virtuous woman.

Care to wager on it?

Hundred guineas to ten?

Longer odds I'm not to prepared to offer,
for if you win, you'll have all the fun.

No.

I perceive that if I win...
it's you who'll be the more satisfied.

(They chuckle)

Captain Adderley is a strange creature.

I think I'm a little afeared of him.

Then why agree to see more of him?

Did I do wrong?

I'd no wish to be discourteous.

Caroline said not to take him seriously.

Well, after Thursday,
let's hope we've seen the last of him.

(He grunts)

Ah.

- Here's Papa on his throne!
- Is he a king?

Of the most tiresome constituency in Britain.

Come and look at my horse!

Wilbraham refuses to resign his seat.

So you cannot replace him with Adderley,
nor direct him to vote as you wish?

Precisely. And here...

40 of the poorest rate-payers

presume to demand favours
in exchange for their vote!

I've no intention of pandering to them.
I'm tempted to demolish their hovels altogether!

That would not be popular.

Unless you housed them elsewhere...

Outside the borough?

And no longer able to hold me to ransom.

Some derelict cottages,
bought for a pittance, cheaply repaired?

Then no-one could accuse me of inhumanity.

In fact, you could argue
you're actually improving their lot.

Mama should've been a politician.

(Chatter and laughter)

(Chatter drowns his speech)

What are the chances?
That's my lucky number.

- Captain Adderley...
- Monk.

That name seems not apt
for a man of your disposition.

You have an agile tongue...

...which I shall know
what to do with in due course.

Next week, there's bound to be
a late sitting in the House.

- Will you be present?
- God forbid!

But your husband will.
Which is most convenient.

For us.

Does Adderley suppose I shall stand by
and watch him cuckold me?

You think he has the slightest chance?

Ross?

No, I imagine not.

But you do imagine.

Because of Hugh,
you have all manner of suspicion.

As if I would even look twice
at such a man as Adderley!

- Then make it clear that you would not.
- How?

By not allowing him to paw every bone
in your arm from wrist to shoulder?

Ross, what am I to do?

I'm in London for the first time -
unacquainted with its ways.

A man pays me compliments -
an educated, well-bred, member of parliament.

Do I turn my back and refuse to answer?

Or do I smack his face and spit on his shoe?

Forgive me.

That was unfair of me.

Yes, it was!

It won't happen again.

(Approaching footsteps)

First a pocket borough...
now a pocket MP!

- Roger Wilbraham resigned?
- He did not.

But in exchange for certain...inducements,

he has agreed to vote as I direct.

And at a cheaper rate
than I would have paid Adderley.

Papa is very clever!

(George chuckles)

He most certainly is!

(Whispers)

(Ross sighs softly)

(She grunts softly)

Oh, Ross, how lovely!

Lark's Heel, Mignonette...
Love-Lies-Bleeding...

Some I've never seen before.

Perhaps you should read the note.

- Captain Adderley?
- Shall I throw them in the gutter?

Oh, you think?

But...could we not keep 'em?

As you wish.

I only thought 't'would be a sin to waste 'em.

But...now I wonder,
did it give Ross the wrong notion?

Ross is no fool. He could hardly
feel threatened by an idiot like Adderley.

- You think?
- There's no comparison.

For instance, at this very moment,
where is Ross?

- In the House.
- Exactly.

Doing his duty at an important vote.

Whereas Adderley will be
making a nuisance of himself

in some disreputable
establishment or other.

(Horse and carriage passing)

(Fire roaring)

Welcome, my dear.

You've kept me waiting, but no matter.

The pleasure will be all the greater.

- How did you...
- Mrs Parkins.

I said I was your brother.

I'm sorry, Captain Adderley,
but...l must ask you to leave.

I see my flowers have pride of place.

Captain Adderley, I'm a married woman.

Oh, yes, I'm quite aware.

And I've stationed a man outside,

who'll delay your husband
long enough to let me slip away.

So...shall we come to the matter?

Or would you prefer to converse awhile?

Shall we talk of...

...the men I've killed?

- Or the women I've loved?
- Must we speak of love at all?

Oh, I think so.

For I intend to instruct you
most delicately in it.

You see? How swiftly I arouse you?

- You flatter yourself.
- Do I?

Let me assure you...
this is no trivial fancy.

I find you utterly bewitching.

Tell me...

Do you cry out when a man takes you?

I must ask you to leave!

Have you ever had another man
besides your husband?

- Sir, are you a gentleman?
- I hope so.

Then, forgive me,
I am unsure of London manners,

but is it not a gentleman's duty
to withdraw when a lady asks him?

Only when the gentleman
has already been in.

(Bell tinkles)

Mrs Parkins will show you out.

- May I wait on you some other time?
- I think not.

(He chuckles)

I see.

It's not me you're afraid of,
but your husband.

- Does he beat you?
- Frequently.

When his arm gets tired,
tell him to send for me.

Good night...ma'am.

- You think I encouraged him.
- Do you think you did?

I don't know, Ross.
Since the ball,

I can't rightly say if anything I do
is right or wrong.

What must I do, Ross?

How must I behave?

You know very well how to behave.

(She sighs)

(Birdsong)

(Shallow breaths)

(Lively chatter)

(Chuckling)

Sir... You risk losing your seat.

- Would you guard it for me?
- Certainly.

This seat is bespoke.

Well, now it is.

You're a relative novice, Poldark,
so let me advise you.

There's no such thing in the House
as "my" seat.

Is there such a thing as "my" gloves?
Because you appear to be sitting on them.

My dear, you're mistook.

Why would I wish to touch
any of your worn possessions?

I do beg your pardon.

My gloves were indeed beneath you.

Or was it the other way round?

(Muttering)

Sir, the insult you paid me in the House...

was of a nature which brooks no apology.

I therefore desire you to meet me
at dawn in Hyde Park on Thursday...

with a brace of pistols.

My second will be John Craven...

...and I desire this matter be kept...

"..secret for reasons which will be plain to you".
Well, it's absurd!

Over a brief skirmish in the House?

Obviously, you'll ignore it.

I've already accepted.

Ross, are you mad?
The man's a renowned duellist.

- He's killed five men!
- So have I.

- In a duel? With pistols?
- I will practise tomorrow.

Of course you know why I'm here?

To ask me to be your second?
I accept.

- Thank you.
- Then I have the right

to use my best endeavours to have
this whole sorry nonsense called off.

On what grounds
would you agree to withdraw?

Ross, for God's sake!

- Does Demelza know?
- No. Nor must Caroline.

Tomorrow I plan a day of distractions.

Demelza will be so tired
she'll sleep late the morning after.

Ross, I beg you, reconsider.

These affairs can never be hushed up.

And if your involvement is even suspected,
you would lose everything.

(Pistol clicks and fires)

The entire situation is absurd.

Do you think you could
persuade Adderley to withdraw?

Do you think you could persuade Poldark?

(Pistol clicks and fires)

(Muffled dramatic performance)

(Audience laughs)

(Gunshot)

(Muffled performance)

(She yawns)

Ross, we must take Demelza home.
We've completely exhausted her.

Yes. Quite right.

L...spoke with Craven.

Adderley will not withdraw.
If anything, he's more stubborn than you.

I could have told you that.

Ross... Go to him.

Tell him you've no interest in false heroics.

You're a veteran of the American War.

If he calls you a coward,
people would only laugh at him.

(Clock ticking)

(Birdsong)

(Squawking)

(Birdsong)

(Footsteps crunching on leaves)

ROSS: Sleep well?

Like a baby!

Knowing that my dearest friend
is about to indulge in an act of utter madness!

Let's not overdramatise, Dwight.

But...if his aim is better than mine -
which is likely -

may I ask that you and Caroline
take care of Demelza and the children?

There is still time
to come to an accommodation.

As God is my judge,
I thought you'd scuttled back to Cornwall!

Captain Adderley.
No-one knows of this encounter but ourselves.

You have nothing to lose
and everything to gain

by looking on it as a superficial quarrel
not worthy of bloodshed.

Shake hands and both go home
to a hearty breakfast.

Very well.

If Captain Poldark will apologise now...

...and undertake to send me a written apology
couched in suitable terms...

...I might consider it.

Though I should think very ill of him if he did.

Well?

Ross?

My only regret
is that I apologised in the first place.

We're wasting time.

It must all be over before the city wakes.
Have you your pistols, gentlemen?

Forgive me, my love.

Ross?

It's time.

A moment.
No-one knows of this duel but we four?

- Yes.
- So if I should wound or kill you,

I shall waste no time inquiring after your health
but shall ride away as fast as I can.

If...by mischance, you should injure me...

...I suggest you do likewise.

And the injured party's
been "set upon by footpads".

- Agreed.
- I should hate to languish in jail

for shedding your blood, my dear.

Gentlemen, if you please.

Fourteen paces.

I shall count.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five...

six...

SEVEN ...

eight...

nine...

ten...

11...12...

13...

14.

Attend.

Present.

Fire!

(Fizzing)

(Soft high-pitched tone)

Enough!

Honour is satisfied!

Lay down your pistols and go home now.

Argh!

Ross!

- Adderley. Is he...
- Dr Enys! Help me!

Go! Go to him! Go.

Get something round your arm
or you'll bleed to death!

(Adderley groans)

Blasted pistols!

Damn near missed you altogether!

- Where's Craven gone?
- To get a carriage.

- Get off. As agreed.
- I'll stay till the carriage comes.

You idiot!

No time for heroics.

Wish I'd shot your head off.

Can you ride home?
Then go! Craven might bring the Watch.

- I'll stay till the carriage arrives.
- Damn you, Poldark.

Damn and blast you to all eternity.

Adderley?

Hold this.

- I'll come with you.
- And I.

No. Fair's fair.
Conditions have been observed.

- Go home and send for a physician.
- Can you manage?

I'll come to you presently. Help me.

(Adderley groans)

Ross, get away from this place.

The Watch will be here any minute!

Under the arms. Quickly.

(Door opens)

(Footsteps approaching)

Judas! Ross!

Drink this.

- Dwight!
- Adderley. How is he?

I extracted the ball.
It was lodged in the groin.

Will he live? (Groans)

Demelza, fetch me some water.

(Stifled moaning)

The ball's hit a splinter off the radius.

I'll take that piece of bone out.
Have you brandy?

- Forget the brandy. Do what you must.
- As you wish.

Stay...very still.

(Ross stifles cries of agony)

(Ross panting)

- Argh.
- Stay still.

It's done.

Demelza, you look as if you would faint.

Pour yourself a brandy.

To the Prime Minister.

Requesting an audience.

But how could you ever hope
for such a thing?

Because, my dear, he's in need of votes.

And I now have two to place at his disposal.

Though, I suppose I must now
break the bad news to Adderley.

That he must keep to
his less lucrative seat in Shropshire?

He has a strong constitution.
I daresay he'll cope.

(Fire crackling)

DEMELZA: Why did Ross do this?

You know men and their codes of honour.

Ross would have lost respect
had he not fought.

What else might he have lost?

His family?

His career? His life?

Is this my fault?

Did they not quarrel over me?

Ross and I were happy.
I was... I was excited.

Everything was new but...

maybe I was freer than I should've been.

Maybe I'm too free everywhere -
my manners too open.

Judas, why did I come?

My dear, you might visit London 20 times
without this happening.

Take heart it's no worse.

(Knock at door)

Stay here. It may be the Watch.

- Adderley is dead.
- Dear God.

Judas!

He's given out that he was practising in the park
with pistols and accidentally shot himself.

He asked Craven to write that you were
a damned fool to stay in the park

until the carriage came -
for now there is a witness.

Adderley paid him ten guineas
to stop his mouth.

Therefore you now owe Adderley that sum.

He wishes for the debt
to be paid to George Warleggan.

In settlement of a wager.

Concerning myself?

He does not say.

(Low chatter)

Why the sombre looks?

Did somebody die?

“Death by misadventure“?

- So an accident.
- Of course not!

The inquest verdict must

- and will be overturned.
- On what grounds?

On the grounds that he was murdered...
in a duel...by Ross.

- Do we know this?
- What we know

is that Ross is wounded
and confined to his chamber.

What further proof is required?
Why has he not been arrested?

And yet - forgive me, dear-

I've as much wish as you
to see justice done, but...

...has anyone actually
accused Ross of anything?

- Did Adderley?
- No...

He claimed his wounds were self-inflicted.

And that his great friend Craven
"just happened to be passing".

And that Enys was miraculously strolling
in the park at the same ungodly hour!

- What more can be said?
- The carriage driver!

- What attempts have been made to trace him?
- My dear... (She sighs)

Why do you care?

There's nothing to be done.

As I understand it, once a verdict
has been reached, it cannot be overturned.

No.

Unless there is fresh evidence.

(Bell tinkles)

You will find me two men who are willing to
undertake enquiries of a clandestine nature.

There will be a significant reward.

Dr Behenna believes you have
suffered greatly since your miscarriage.

He's mistaken.

I believe it was for the best.

I could not have loved the child.

I would have been prevented from loving it.

It would have been taken from me
as John Conan has been.

Dr Behenna believes you have lost your wits

and has arranged for you to go to a place
where they can be recovered.

How very kind of him, ma'am.

(She sighs)

(Gulls crying)

(Murmur of conversation)

- You know who that is?
- Sir John Mitford.

- The Attorney General.
- My uncle and he

were at the Inns of Court together.

Introduce me.

And what do you make of this sad demise

of our promising young politician,
Captain Monk Adderley?

A particular friend of ours.

And to think of his being
so callously murdered...

I believe the verdict was "misadventure".

Yes, my dear, but no-one believes that.

Oh, you mean this erm...
this story of a duel?

- Yes, what's the other fellow's name?
- Poldark.

- A despicable creature.
- Yes, but then so was Adderley.

- Pity they didn't kill each other, eh?
- (Chuckling)

Well, sir, they did not, and...

and should Poldark now go free,
without even being charged?

My dear, can you expect Sir John
to pursue every criminal?

In any case, there's no suggestion
this Poldark fellow didn't shoot him in fair fight.

But...duelling is illegal, sir.

The law decrees it differs not one jot
from ordinary murder.

Yes, as it happens, sir,
I am acquainted with the law.

If a man is killed in a duel,
his opponent shall be indicted for murder.

The law, however, demands evidence.

Rumour and suspicion are notoriously
unreliable when they go into the witness box.

When you have more to go on
than drawing-room gossip...do let me know.

Well, my friend, it appears you will not,
after all, be challenging Tholly to a hook-fight!

Oh, Dwight, thank God!

But...if you'll take my advice,
as soon as you're fit to travel, return to Cornwall.

The law could move against you
if witnesses come to light.

But it will easier do so here
than 300 miles away.

- Heed him, Ross.
- I appreciate your concern.

- But?
- If I flee,

it will seem to confirm my guilt,
so I will remain here.

- (Door bangs)
- Hello?

What's this I hear?

Uncle Ross has been
shooting off his own hand?

(Ross chuckles)

It appears I'm not the only Poldark
who knows how to misbehave.

Morwenna?

Good riddance.

(Clanging)

Drake?

I came because...

...I want to explain...

why I shunned you after Osborne died.

It was too soon.

I see that now.

No matter how unhappy you were,
he was your husband.

He was an animal...

...who...

...who abused me
in every possible way.

I was nothing to him
but an object to satisfy his lust.

So, when he died...
and you came to me...

...all I could see was a man.

And all that we had with each other...

...all that was beautiful...

and all that was true...

was turned in my mind to baseness.

So I cannot look on love...

...on carnal love, without revulsion.

If your hands touched me,
I would think of his hands.

If you kissed me,
I would think of his mouth.

And the thought of...

...and the thought of flesh...

any flesh, against my own...

Forgive me.

Forgive me. I can never...

Morwenna!

GEORGE: Anything?

No.

Every time...he wriggles off the hook!

Is our happiness contingent on his demise?

Or your rise contingent on his fall?

This came for you.

The Prime Minister's office.

- He will meet me next week.
- (She gasps)

And I will know what price
to name for my two votes.

The right to address my wife
as Lady Warleggan.

A knighthood?

And, in a few years,
a baronetcy which my son will inherit.

- (Door opens)
- Ah.

- This is a pleasant family scene!
- How was the museum, my love?

Most diverting, Mama.
The mummies especially.

Perhaps next time, I can take Valentine.

Valentine, leave Aurelia now.
It's time for your supper.

- I think he's going to fight a duel!
- (They chuckle)

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
Lord, why have I never noticed this before?

What?

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

(He laughs)

(Continues laughing)
Faster, Valentine.

Faster.

(Gun clicks)

(Rocking horse squeaking)

Poor Horace wonders
why he must be abandoned.

Poor Horace knows
that I've already stayed longer than intended

and must return to my patients.

Horace wonders why Dr Enys cannot find it
in his heart to love London as he does?

Horace knows that he and I
are of different breeds.

At times our habits coincide.
At others they do not.

Is this not what we chose
when we pledged ourselves to each other?

Perhaps Horace will return to Cornwall
sooner than he thought.

Perhaps he will.

(Crunching)

(He clears his throat)

(Chatter and laughter)

I knew it was too soon to be out and about.

Folk would've forgot
if you'd stayed out of sight, but now...

Shall we take refreshments?

- I must speak with George.
- No. Ross!

- This may not be the time.
- I promised Adderley.

George!

As you may know, I had a meeting
with your friend...Captain Adderley.

And...before he died,
he asked me to convey a message.

- Concerning?
- The sum of ten guineas.

I understand he made some wager with you -
which he lost.

He requested that I pay you on his behalf.

(Coins clink and people gasp)

(Ross groans)

- I cannot imagine...
- What's happened?

Is there something I can do?

No, Ross.

There's nothing you can do.

(Chatter and laughter)

(Lively chatter on street)

- Ross...

- No, what?
- I have no idea

why George was so vicious towards me.

'Tis not what I wanted to ask.

What, then?

Whether you truly feel safe.

From the law, I mean.

I feel safe.

- And your arm?
- Is mending.

It will all seem better in the morning.

(He groans softly)

Demelza?

DEMELZA: My dearest Ross,

by the time you read this I will be gone.

Dwight is returning to Cornwall
and I'm going with him.

I'm out of my depth in London society.

My wish to be friendly and polite
was taken by some to mean something more.

It was even taken by you
to mean something more.

I'm going home...

to your house and your farm
and your mine and your children.

And when you return...

"we'll see if there's anything to be done.