Episode 2

Season 5 Episode 2 | 53m 5s | Video has closed captioning.

Demelza and the children join Ross in London, but his dogged pursuit to help Ned finds them caught in a dangerous web. George’s lingering grief has unexpected consequences, while Dwight’s expertise and honorable intentions place him and his friends on shaky ground.

Aired: 10/06/19

Expired: 10/20/19

Rating: TV-PG

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LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

NED: Stay with us, friend.

Will he remember?

LINNEY: Previously, on "Poldark"... Ned's wife.

You take on his case, it may be the rashest thing you ever do.

When do we leave?

RALPH: That troublesome Irishman put our entire business in jeopardy.

DEMELZA: If you work for me, there must be trust.

Did you do this?

I did not.

GEORGE: Why would I lay out a penny for him?

Because you loved his mother.

GEORGE: Are you quite sane, uncle?

Elizabeth is here.

WICKHAM: His Majesty's government can always find a covert role for a person of your talents.

ROSS: What might the government be willing to do in return?

LINNEY: "Poldark," right now, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell tolling) ♪ BOY: Oi!

♪ BOY: Oi!

BOY: Give us a penny?

CLOWANCE: Look, Jeremy!

JEREMY: Mama, why are there so many soldiers?

(boy yelling indistinctly) Hey!

CLOWANCE: Papa!

(Ross laughing, kisses) Thank you, sir.

We have guests.

♪ (talking indistinctly, Kitty inhales) ROSS: Here he is.

The root of all evil.

NED: Devil Incarnate.

(luggage thuds) At your service, ma'am.

(all chuckling) I'm afraid you have a house full.

Yes, I see that.

NED: What's the name of this soldier?

Jeremy.

NED: There will be a reckoning when I discover who is responsible for my disgrace.

Do nothing in haste.

They've no evidence of treachery.

'Cause none exists.

ROSS: But evidence of loyalty to present to those who can influence the matter and restore you to your post, That I'm keen to procure.

Do you know anyone who could speak in your favor?

Bannantine, my secretary.

But I've no notion of where he went after I was recalled.

ROSS: I'll make inquires.

He could help us discover who falsely accused you.

My money's on that bastard Hanson.

But he alone could not have had me recalled.

Someone here, with vested interest and no mean powers and connections even up to the Mad King himself must have done that.

But they'll pay for it.

♪ RALPH: These areas-- here, here, here, and here-- have yielded riches beyond measure for upwards of 30 years.

But now demand outstrips supply So there is a need to push to regions more remote, extraction thus more difficult, more labor thus required.

Slave labor.

Will that be a concern?

Why would it?

Now, one is naturally reluctant to invite new investors to take a slice of the pie.

But new investment being required and the rewards being bountiful... All parties win.

(sighs) It would appear that Bannantine has vanished.

NED: What's taking so long?

KITTY: Ned, you need to have patience.

(bell tolling, carriage rumbling by) (mocking): A veritable Nelson!

And all on credit.

As will be my training, unless I can secure a wealthy benefactor.

Perhaps you could sell your charms to an elderly duchess?

Good thought.

Do you know of any?

Oh, Vauxhall is threshing with them.

You should try your luck tonight.

(Miss Bugle clearing throat) ♪ (chuckles softly) CARY: You seem quite yourself again.

GEORGE: Why would you think otherwise?

Because in the days before our departure you appeared a little... (chuckles) disordered with talk of Elizabeth.

Yes?

As if... she was still with us.

(angrily): Are you sure it's not you who is disordered?

♪ (clears throat) (birds chirping, Ursula crying) ♪ (Ursula babbling) VALENTINE: When will Papa return?

(knocks pin) (Ursula crying, Bessie cooing) (crying and cooing continue) (Valentine grunts, pins clatter) (Ursula continues crying, Bessie cooing) ♪ (indistinct talking) ♪ (iron scraping, banging) SAM: Seen Morwenna by the quay.

Is there news?

What manner of news?

She looked so delicate and pale, I thought maybe there was... What?

A child coming.

No.

Not unless it's a fairy child.

(sighs): She'd keep her distance still?

She's yet so broken.

And may never mend.

♪ (Tess humming) PRUDIE: Right, Impudence, get up and whitewash yon wall 'ee burnt.

And wipe that smirk off 'fore this besom do.

I can't help it, missus.

Thinking how I'd take a strap to 'ee were I mistress here.

'Ee?

Mistress here?

(fire crackling) Stranger things have happ'd.

(Tess continues humming) ROSS: No one can tell me where Bannantine is, but there is someone I think we should meet.

NED: The king declines to intervene on my behalf, while I sit caged in a lodging house, twiddling my thumbs.

Put 'em to use, then.

Tomorrow we have an appointment with Joseph Merceron.

Tonight we promenade.

Thank you, no.

Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens hold few attractions for me.

Does Kitty not deserve a night on the town?

If she's anything like my wife...

Which she is.

(quietly): Were you not all set to marry some Irish countess after the war?

And you some Cornish heiress?

She preferred my cousin.

Lucky for you.

(chattering) (band playing allemande, people applauding) (band continues playing allemande) (applause) MAN: Where did you pick that up?

Tasty.

♪ (flame roars, people cheer) (indistinct harassing) DEMELZA: Why do they look at her so?

Do they think she's... ROSS: A courtesan.

What?

Dear Lord, Ross, how dare they?

(people chattering) WOMAN: Ooh, isn't that Despard?

♪ MAN 1: Disgrace.

MAN 2: Shame on you!

MAN 3: A disgrace to... MAN 4: Shame on you, Despard!

WOMAN 2: Traitor.

Traitor!

MAN 5: Rotten Despard.

(people hissing, clapping rhythmically) Colonel Despard.

Mr. Hanson.

Of the Mosquito Shore Mahogany Company.

Now retuned to English soil.

You'll remember my wife, Catherine.

Brave of you to venture out, ma'am, in view of your husband's fall from grace.

But then, perhaps you're not... unfamiliar with contempt?

NED: You'll be familiar with my fist if you don't apologize to my wife.

KITTY: Ned, I'm sure Mr. Hanson meant no offense.

I can assure you none was taken.

♪ As ever, we are redeemed by the fairer sex.

RALPH: Oh, I think it will take a lot more than that to redeem you, sir.

Ma'am.

Shall we?

NED: You go crawl back under your stone, Hanson.

Rest assured, you'll be made to pay.

Ned, be calm.

Come away now.

It is time we go.

She's a better woman than I. I'd've let him crown the man.

I would've helped.

DWIGHT: How does that serve his cause?

CAROLINE: Dwight.

In fairness, the man was to blame for his demise.

KITTY: Ned's agreed to take me home now.

I think Kitty would feel safer indoors.

DEMELZA: Then we'll all go.

KITTY: No, please, we'd prefer to have time by ourselves.

CAROLINE: Of course my dear.

CAROLINE: And this is our new century?

♪ (guests laughing, applauding) Cecily.

(Cecily chuckles) (band playing jig, people cheering) (both chuckling) Did I not say you'd be spoiled for choice?

The Honorable Miss DeVere?

Countess Hathersage?

The more frightful the specimen, the better your chances.

I'm flattered.

(both chuckling) And you?

Seen anyone to your liking?

No one of whom Papa would approve.

You have no choice in the matter?

Did your mama choose her mate?

I suspect she was somewhat directed.

And mine.

And it cost her.

All the more reason for you to be mistress of your fate.

Tell that to Papa.

I shall, if I ever meet him.

Now's your chance.

He's over there.

Go on.

I dare you.

Very well.

(Cecily chuckles) (people talking, laughing) ♪ (Geoffrey Charles clears throat) What are you doing?

Uh... Miss Hanson dared me to tell her papa she should marry as she chooses.

Miss Hanson's papa is not one to take advice.

You know him?

I know he's a man you should avoid.

But... Just trust me.

(people cheering, applauding) DEMELZA: So what's to be done for Ned?

ROSS: My hope in on Joseph Merceron.

(covers rustling, Ross bangs foot, groans) (Ross and Demelza laugh, sigh) Gentlemen.

ROSS: Mr. Merceron.

MERCERON: You wished to see me.

Please.

In my capacity as patron of our local charities?

No, sir, as magistrate who presided over Colonel Despard's hearing.

And his subsequent unlawful detention.

ROSS: At the time of the hearing, was there ever mention of a man named Bannantine?

Bannantine?

My secretary in Honduras.

We believe he's been in London for some time and wondered why he was not called upon to give evidence in his master's defense?

Now I recall; the man was indeed sought but could not be found.

His testimony could have made all the difference.

NED: In fully restoring my reputation and enabling me return to my post.

Is that your intention?

Why, man, what else would it be?

This conspiracy has robbed me of my name and my position and I want them restored.

Colonel...

It's my right!

And I'll not rest till it's been granted.

♪ Well, gentlemen, if I can be of any assistance in your search for Mr. Bannantine... We'd be most grateful.

And should you yourself discover him, please do let me know.

Of course.

Well, I wish you luck, Colonel.

(with contempt): Huh.

(footsteps retreating) (Ross grunts, swords clang, footsteps echo) (Ross grunts) (both grunting) (Ross grunts) (both catching breath) I'm a little out of practice.

You were never up to my standard.

Somebody must fight you, if only to prevent you fighting all the world.

Joseph Merceron was trying to help.

I suppose I should thank you.

But what help can he bring?

I know you cannot bear inaction.

(stomping, swords clank) Or favors.

Or not being permitted to fight your own battles.

(swords scraping) ♪ (swords clanging) I scarce know what those battle are.

I'll tell you when they're won.

(Ross catching breath) (both grunt) How can one win against an invisible enemy?

(Ross laughing) (swords clank, scrape) ♪ (Ross grunting) (both grunting) (Ross catching breath) ♪ Enough!

Enough!

Sir.

(footsteps retreating) (clicks tongue, sighs) ELIZABETH: Would you like me to do that, my dear?

♪ (chuckles softly) After all, it would not do to be late for the king when one is receiving a knighthood.

♪ Ladies, gentlemen, fellow members of the Royal College of Surgeons, may I welcome you to this lecture in which I will attempt to articulate my own perhaps controversial views, of the causes and treatment of insanity.

♪ DWIGHT: I have come to consider insanity not as a moral failing, nor an inherited one, but an affliction which may happen to the best of us.

♪ I am of course aware of the plethora of conventional treatments, many and varied, but alike in their brutality and lack of humanity.

(attendees grumbling) CAROLINE: Sir, are you suggesting that the mad man or woman does not benefit from a firm hand?

From my own observation and experience, I suggest that patience and simple kindness can yield equal if not better results.

(attendees laughing, grumbling) But what of the man who attempted to assassinate His Majesty?

I do not know his history, ma'am, but...

He is a soldier, sir, who sustained severe saber wounds to the head in the service of the king.

I'm no lawyer, but I venture to suggest that a man who has been bludgeoned across the skull might not be entirely of sound mind.

And if he's not of sound mind, how can he be held accountable for his actions?

Oh, come now.

The man was a assassin!

What you say intrigues me, sir.

And you are?

Thomas Erskine.

Lawyer.

♪ (people chattering, hocking goods) ♪ I will prove that the world is fit to receive the Lamb, I will prove it.

DWIGHT: Is this agitation usual for him?

ERSKINE: Countless testimonies say so.

HADFIELD: There is no other way.

I alone was chosen.

I alone could herald the second coming of the Lord.

Remind me, the legal definition of insanity.

The defendant must be lost to all sense, incapable of forming a judgment upon the consequences of the act he is about to commit.

DWIGHT: His, his careful planning of the assassination, the purchasing of pistols, the lucid reasons given in advance, all seem to contradict such a claim.

HADFIELD: To die a martyr... ERSKINE: It is too much to ask, would you consider taking the stand in his defense?

May I examine Mr. Hadfield?

ERSKINE: Of course.

(keys jingling) (lock turning) ♪ (bell tolling, horse hooves clomping) CLOWANCE: Butter please, Jeremy.

Oof.

CLOWANCE: Clumsy!

JEREMY: It's so squashed in here.

I think perhaps we should think about other lodgings.

ROSS: Absolutely not.

Demelza enjoys a crush.

When you've lived in one room with a father and six brothers, anything is spacious.

Mmm.

(knock on door) Thank you, sir.

(paper rustling, dishes clatter) ♪ I must go out.

I'll come with you, I need the air.

No, no, it's a private matter.

I won't be long.

(clattering) (Ross exhales) ♪ (door closes) (men laughing) ♪ Mr. Bannantine?

Ross Poldark.

How did you know I was seeking you?

I have friends who frequent certain inns, make it their business to see and not be seen.

(tankard clatters, men grumbling) As I have made it my business.

So you know that Ned-- Colonel Despard-- has lately been released?

Will you tell him it was not indifference which kept me away from his hearing?

Of course, but... And if there's anything I can now do to make amends...

There is.

Ned is free, but... there was no trial, so... there's still a cloud that hangs over his reputation.

I was hoping you could help me dispel it.

When Ned was governor in Honduras, as his secretary you would have observed him at close quarters.

These accusations against him-- acting against the interests of the Crown-- I'm assuming they are without foundation?

Utterly.

So what prompted them?

Well, the colonel could be challenging, but his opposition to slavery, housing, feeding, educating, allocating land to slaves?

Marrying one?

The old colonists' and planters' worst nightmare.

Undermines the entire structure on which their fortunes were founded.

Would you be willing to testify to this?

Do you have any idea who Hanson's associates are here in London?

You must be aware, sir, that the vested interests which have conspired to crucify our friend-- if I or you attempt to go against them, you've no idea what they're capable of.

♪ ROSS: This is information which will clear Ned Despard's name.

I cannot get Bannantine to set it down but what he reports points to a conspiracy at the highest level to silence and defame.

"The highest level."

Which you would do well to avoid.

But when a man's reputation is at stake... May I remind you, Captain, of our present crisis?

A populace on the verge of a revolt every bit as bloody as that of France, mob violence...

But Ned is...

Attempts on the king's life.

Ned is not part of this violence.

It could be argued that he's part of a radical tide which is threatening to swamp the nation.

Who says so?

Those whose greed and corruption he threatened to expose?

(inhales): You'll forgive me, Captain.

The Crown and I have more pressing matters to attend to.

Not least of which is your friend Dr. Enys agreeing to take the stand for James Hadfield.

♪ (footsteps retreating, door opens, closes) ♪ (man greeting) DEMELZA: Good day.

See?

Not everyone's as vile as they were at Vauxhall.

That's because they think I'm your maid.

(chuckles) ♪ (children laughing, chattering) ♪ Yes, of course.

I told you.

I am invincible.

Nephew?

Aunt Demelza.

Ah, may I introduce Miss Hanson?

DEMELZA: Ralph Hanson's daughter?

My aunt Demelza.

We escaped my chaperone.

You won't tell on us?

Of course not.

Aunt Demelza's a regular sport.

In truth, I feel a little uneasy.

Without your parents' permission.

My mother's dead, and I care not what my father thinks.

Yet I think he'd not care to have you gallivatin' about together.

We're but common acquaintances.

Uncommon acquaintances.

(chuckles) Will you not be our trusted friend?

We'd esteem it the greatest favor.

Very well.

Be discreet.

Thank you.

You're the best of aunts.

(kisses hand) Another game?

(dog barking, branch snaps) ♪ ♪ (fire crackling) Are you sure you're not wishing we had the place to ourselves?

No.

I just... (sighs) I keep thinking someone's watchin' us.

I know you'll say it's just my imagination and why would anyone wish to follow us.

It's not as if I have any proof.

I just... (sighs): I know I'm being foolish.

Perhaps I should not have asked you here.

Are you wishing me gone already?

ROSS (laughing): No.

I'm wishing London were not so strange and full of shadows.

And is Cornwall not so too?

Indeed is anywhere truly free of those who wish us ill?

Though we do not even know who they are?

Then let us hold fast to those we know we can trust.

Then hold fast to me, my love.

(Ross breathing deeply) ♪ (Garrick growling) I know who it belong to, but I think it suit me better.

(Garrick continues growling) And 'tis maybe not the only thing of hers sit better on me.

(barking) (barking continues) (Garrick growls) ♪ BOTH: ♪ There was an old couple and they were poor ♪ ♪ They lived in a house with only one door ♪ ♪ Oh, what a poor couple were they, were they ♪ ♪ What a poor couple... (Morwenna gasps) (breathing shallowly) ♪ (Morwenna breathing shallowly) ♪ (breathing deeply) Is that... Valentine?

(seagulls crowing) Valentine?

Morwenna.

Are you alone?

Is your maid not with you?

(sighs): I escaped.

What would your papa say?

He's gone.

Where?

To find Mama.

But sweetheart, your mama, she...

Went away?

Yes.

And Papa told me he'd bring her back.

I... (exhales) I don't think he can have meant that, my love.

He did.

He promised me.

He will bring her back.

BESSIE: Master Valentine!

Where have you been?

(seagulls crowing) ♪ This came for you.

(paper rustling) (Ned and Kitty talking quietly in next room) (Demelza setting object down) "Against my better judgment, I have done as you asked.

Do not entreat me further."

Bannantine?

Ross, it says Ned was "faultless in his duty, devoted to his workers, fiercely loyal to the Crown."

Do it name Ned's accusers?

He said he dared not.

Then what can you do with it?

Take it to Joseph Merceron.

As presiding magistrate he might have means to make a public exoneration of Ned's character.

NED: You're driving me to it.

Ross, is it wise to take up Ned's cause so publicly with magistrates and the like?

And Ned being so fiery, he's not a man to hold his tongue.

Perhaps... there is a better way.

What?

I'll return later.

(door opens) ♪ ERSKINE : Are you certain?

DWIGHT: I am resolved.

The establishment will not thank you.

DWIGHT : Mr. Hadfield's wellbeing is my concern, not spurious notions of justice.

♪ (paper packaging rustling) "Colonel Edward Despard: A True and Impartial Account."

And what will you do with them?

Circulate them amongst MPs I deem sympathetic to Ned's cause.

Not that there are many.

But...

I must begin somewhere.

Ned, Dwight is due to take the stand.

NED: This will put the cat amongst the pigeons.

(turning pages, door closes) (audience murmuring, footsteps on stairs (Hadfield muttering) CLERK: Dr. Dwight Enys to the stand.

Father... (Hadfield muttering, members murmuring) My Lord, we have heard the defendant plead "not guilty" on the grounds of insanity.

But how do we define "insanity"?

As one who has treated many such cases, I have observed that the true character of insanity is not wild frenzy or raving madness, but delusion.

I suggest, therefore, that if a man's accountability rests upon his reason, then the loss of that reason renders him not accountable.

(murmuring) JUSTICE KENYON: Order!

♪ (chuckles softly) James wrote this?

Ross had 'em printed.

He means to circulate 'em amongst a few sympathetic MPs, But I have a better idea.

DWIGHT: The defendant served with the Duke of York's bodyguard at the Battle of Tourcoing, where he sustained eight saber blows to the head, four of which are sufficient to cause permanent and irreversible brain damage.

It cannot escape the court that these injuries, which have deprived the defendant of his reason, were sustained in the service of the Crown itself.

(audience murmuring) Order!

(murmuring continues) ♪ Sir.

Good day, sir.

Sir.

Thank you very much.

DWIGHT: I have spoken with fellow officers, who attest to the bravery and loyalty of the defendant prior to his injuries.

His sisters confirm this marked transformation.

His landlady... Are there many more examples?

Yes, My Lord, at least 30 more have testified in similar vein.

(judges deliberating, audience murmuring) ♪ KENYON: Since it can no longer be doubted that at the time the act was committed, the defendant was not of sound mind, the court has no option but to halt the trial and acquit the defendant on the grounds of insanity.

Thank you, My Lord.

KENYON: He is, he is... he is, however, an extremely dangerous member of society, who, for his own sake, must not be discharged.

(audience applauding) CLERK: All rise!

♪ (whispering) (audience chattering) ♪ DWIGHT: If he's not to be released, does that mean committal to an institution?

Bedlam, I imagine.

I am sorry I intervened.

Execution would have been kinder.

Bannantine came forward, sir.

He agreed to share his evidence.

Did he indeed?

Are you convinced by its veracity?

Utterly.

Do you think I should doubt it?

Well, in these uncertain times, shouldn't we doubt everyone?

ROSS: Ralph Hanson and George Warleggan.

What could they possibly have in common?

Perhaps I should give them one of these.

NED: This is tremendous.

Where did...?

Is Bannantine in London?

Come with me.

Let's see if this has the effect I intended it.

♪ Gentlemen, may I beg your indulgence and ask you to read these pamphlets?

Thank you.

NED: Gentlemen, though I say it myself... Mr. Burdett, I believe this subject will find sympathy with you, sir.

Good day to you.

Sir George.

I observed you with Ralph Hanson.

A new business venture?

George, I wonder... Geoffrey Charles is resolved to serve his country as an officer, but that he cannot do without sufficient means.

I believe we've exhausted this subject.

Why would I wish to revisit it?

Because we both know it's what his mother would want.

(thunder rumbling) Oh.

We both know, do we?

What do you know of my wife?

You were nothing to her.

An irrelevance.

And to me.

So that night, when you said, "See what we have brought her to?"

What did you mean?

(word catching in throat) That we had been the death of her.

Between your inability to let her go and my unfounded suspicions, we hounded her to an early grave.

I take my share of the blame.

Take yours.

♪ (sticks knocking) ♪ (laughing, yelping) ♪ ♪ (sniffles) Ambushed.

Tears?

Most unbecoming in a cadet.

Your mama, (woman laughs) I expect she was adorable.

Would you like to see her picture?

(rustling in bag) (sniffles) ♪ A beauty.

Of course!

How else would her son be Adonis?

(both chuckle, Geoffrey Charles sniffles) ♪ (sniffling) (breathes shakily) I'd almost forgot how to laugh.

For months I've had no humor, no company, no purpose.

What if I make it my mission to entertain you?

Then I shall do the like for you.

Are we not both motherless pups in need of diversion?

(both chuckle, Geoffrey Charles sniffles) ♪ (both chuckling) (Geoffrey Charles and Cecily yelping happily) Lord, what are we to do?

Please don't tell me they've formed an attachment.

DEMELZA: It will not end well, I fear.

CAROLINE: So we nip this in the bud, return to Cornwall, and take Geoffrey Charles with us.

Aye, 'twill at least keep him away from that odious man, Ralph Hanson.

I pity his daughter.

Mmm.

A momentous day when our empire spreads beyond these shores to the very edges of the New World.

Have you read this travesty?

Glanced at it.

It defames, without cause, certain persons-- not by name, but by implication-- that could endanger their interests in Honduras.

And ours?

Regrettably.

Can anything be done?

Well, the obvious route is to discredit Despard, along with his friend Poldark.

Ross?

Interesting.

How?

RALPH: In the present climate, not difficult.

What the Crown fears above all else is revolution.

Now, Poldark was present when Hadfield tried to kill the king.

But intervened to prevent it.

Did he?

Or was he merely there to cover up his own involvement?

Then, note how his friend Enys helped to free the assassin.

(scoffs): The connections are somewhat tenuous.

Ah, but cleverly managed, they could create the impression of a conspiracy.

CARY: Poldark, Despard, Enys-- three men with known Jacobin sympathies.

Could be seen as hostile to the Crown?

RALPH: Precisely, Sir George.

But... (placing papers down) ...to more pleasant matters.

(George rustling papers) ♪ ELIZABETH: Are you sure, George?

Is this really what you wish?

Is it what I wish?

What?

GEORGE: The investment is high, but so I'm told are the rewards.

ELIZABETH (mocking): Oh, the rewards.

Rewards are never guaranteed.

And how well do you know this man?

Can he be trusted?

CARY (chuckles): Nephew.

GEORGE: My uncle will say we have proceeded with all care and due diligence.

Of whom are we speaking?

ELIZABETH: But is this something Ross would entertain?

GEORGE: Do I care what Ross would entertain?

Have I not a, a mind of my own?

Sir, I beg your indulgence, but...

I cannot allow my nephew to sign this document.

RALPH: What?

Not being sufficiently confident of the merits of the deal.

Sir, I assure you... Sir George and I will confer and report our decision in due course.

Good day to you, sir.

♪ (carriage rumbling) Do we dine at home tonight?

CARY: The Golden Hind at Bedfont.

We must hurry if we're to reach Trenwith by Sunday.

We're going to Trenwith?

Ha.

Is this not good news, my dear?

(chuckling) (chuckling continues) NED: Thank you for your kind words.

(responds in kind) MAN: Bravo, sir, well done.

Thank you.

MAN 2: Well done, Colonel.

True patriot.

We seem to be very popular here today.

ROSS: Mission accomplished.

DEMELZA (voiceover): So the pamphlets were a triumph.

And there was I thinking you might not approve.

Well, in truth, I was not altogether convinced.

And then I bethought me, "What is a marriage if we stand not together?"

Must I not trust your judgment, as you must trust mine?

I admit, even I did not dare to hope for such a rapid and widespread response.

Mmm, yes, well, I may have had a hand in that.

Oh?

I may have given out a few pamphlets at Hyde Park and encouraged Kitty and Caroline to do the like.

Did I do wrong?

(word catching in Ross's throat) Ross, I only thought that the more folk who know the truth, the better.

Yes, but... a discreet circulation to sympathetic colleagues is one thing.

A wholesale papering of all of London, it... What?

It does leave the government with nowhere to hide.

Do it need to hide?

Ought it to?

You're right, my love.

(sets pitcher down) It deserves to be exposed.

And whatever consequences there may be... Will there be?

Probably not.

(kisses) (footsteps retreating) ♪ (Ross knocks on Wickham's door) Come.

(door opens) You wished to see me.

(door closes) So, Ned Despard has been repositioned as the heroic victim of a vile conspiracy.

He is the victim of a vile conspiracy.

Take care you do not become embroiled in one.

Since your reconnection with Despard, you've begun to associate with other known Jacobins.

Despard's wife, the assassin who tried to kill the king...

The man I disarmed?

And now your friend Enys is the scourge of the attorney general.

In isolation these connections would not be troubling.

Put them together and a pattern emerges.

I've done nothing to merit mistrust of any kind.

Except for this.

Had you been patient, Despard may have returned to his post.

Your intervention has done the very thing the government wished to avoid.

It has drawn attention to an unfortunate situation.

A miscarriage of justice.

Which has embarrassed the Crown and its ministers.

Now the Crown requires you to make amends.

♪ At least they did not specifically name me.

Though anyone familiar with my methods would guess at its target.

But Despard could not know for certain who led the campaign for his recall.

Bannantine should pay for this treachery.

(squawks) (Ned and Kitty talking quietly in next room) Spy on Ned and Kitty?

(exhales): Can you refuse?

I can remove us from this place and take us all to Cornwall.

(quietly): Will you tell Ned what you've been asked?

No.

Why would I?

I've no intention of doing it.

Dear Lord, Ross.

We're going home.

Are you not glad?

Of course, but like this, under such threat?

They'll be no threat once we're in Cornwall.

(door opens) RALPH: Cecily, I have a journey to make.

I'm leaving for Cornwall.

You will accompany me.

Pray do not trouble me with your objections.

I would not dream of it, Papa.

(grumbling): Mm-hmm.

(door closes) ROSS: A few weeks of Cornish air will do us all a power of good.

♪ ♪ Ah, Valentine.

Look who I brought home with me.

(chuckles) ♪ (fire crackling, footsteps approaching) (wind whistling) When I saw 'ee that day with young Valentine, seeing 'ee comfort and talk to him made me desire to have 'ee comfort and talk to a child of our own.

Drake... And maybe that day'll never come.

But dare we not hope?

If something is broken beyond recall...

But is it?

Truly?

Beyond recall?

♪ (breathing deeply) (fire crackling) ♪ JEREMY: Mama, I'm starving.

Yes, so you've said, my love, every five minutes since we left Plymouth.

Shall I see if they have any cake while we wait for the horses to be changed?

Yes, go on, go and sit down there.

Miss Hanson?

A welcome surprise.