Episode 3

LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

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

A child!

LINNEY: Previously on "Poldark"... How are 'ee, Morwenna?

I cannot be seen here with you.

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

WHITWORTH: Armitage is sick.

Falmouth was obliged to choose another candidate.

He's thrown us over.

My nephew died a few hours ago.

MAN: Captain Ross Poldark has nine votes.

(applause) DEMELZA: You won.

And now what?

Everything will change.

LINNEY: "Poldark," tonight, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ (water splashing, church bell ringing in distance) ♪ ♪ ROSS (voiceover): October 5th.

My dearest Demelza, Though I must confess to some trepidation at my first foray into the House of Commons, I am resolved to begin what I came here to do.

(men chattering) DEMELZA (voiceover): November 20.

My dearest Ross, Today we plowed the long field and brought in the last of the apples.

(men shouting in background) SPEAKER: Order, gentlemen!

ROSS: There are, Mr. Speaker... SPEAKER: Order, order!

ROSS: There are in England 160 crimes for which a man may be hanged.

(yelling) Order!

DEMELZA (voiceover): January 27.

My dearest Ross, Christmas is already behind us, yet the harsh winter persists, and all of us at home and at the mine eagerly await your return.

ROSS (voiceover): March 3.

My dearest Demelza, the contentious anti-slavery debate rages on, keeping me here to add my support.

In my continued absence, I know I can reply on you to manage affairs at home a little longer.

ROSS: Gentlemen, much as I commend the bill proposed by my right honorable friend Mr. Wilberforce, and suggest that arguments in favor of slavery are abominable, I submit that there is suffering and injustice closer to home which also requires our attention.

Children employed in the mills of the north are dying in the thousands of overwork!

(men yelling) Order!

Order!

Where is our compassion for these slaves?

(yelling and cheering) SPEAKER: Order!

Order!

The House will come to order!

♪ ♪ Good day, Rosina.

Good day, Mistress.

Good day, Master Drake.

♪ ♪ (chuckles) What did Captain Ross say in his letter?

Oh, just that he misses us very much and will return as soon as he can.

Come on now, you two.

VERITY: It's so lovely to be at Trenwith again.

ELIZABETH: My dear, this was your home before it was ours.

You must visit whenever you choose.

Mustn't she, George?

Elizabeth will be glad of your company while I'm away in London.

And if you'll excuse me, I must prepare for my departure.

Will you visit Nampara?

Oh, yes-- I'm so seldom here, I must make the most of my time.

Of course, not all the family are in residence.

No.

I imagine George misses Westminster.

And has every intention of returning.

By challenging Ross?

I believe he means to try a different approach.

♪ ♪ DWIGHT: Marshmallow root, brewed with cooled water, thrice daily while the throat is raw.

And might I suggest a reduced consumption of rum?

Feel free to suggest all you like.

Do we hear aught from his lordship, the honorable member for Truro?

Or be he now too grand for the likes of we?

Why not ask his lordship's wife?

(people talking in background) Ma'am.

DEMELZA: Tholly, Mrs. Crocker.

Come on, then, me handsome-looking lass.

(Tholly chuckles, Mrs. Crocker yelps) Dr. Enys, have you escaped?

And Mrs. Enys so near her time?

Still refusing to rest, and proceeding as if nothing is happening and nothing will change.

(laughing) Well, Captain, anything to report?

There is, ma'am.

And not good.

The champion lode's wearing unexpected thin.

It looked safe for nigh on five or more years, but now, if it peter out as we think it will... We might have to close within months.

I think I must write to Ross.

But what can he do, and at such a distance?

With greater matters than we to busy hisself.

I'll write to him.

♪ ♪ (crowd gasps) ♪ ♪ (man laughing, woman yelping) (crowd gasps and applauds) ♪ ♪ (crowd applauding) Uncle Ross!

Geoffrey Charles.

I hear you're quite the célébrité in Westminster.

On the contrary.

I think I'm seen as a thoroughgoing nuisance.

Papa would have enjoyed your speech.

Your father would have graced the House with more dignity and less notoriety than I can muster.

A toast, then.

To Francis Poldark.

And his son.

(talking in background, bell ringing) LORD FALMOUTH: Poldark.

The drawbacks of being a Cornish MP who actually lives in Cornwall.

One cannot simply dash home when the need arises.

I take the need has arisen?

Yes.

Matters of state can sometimes be a useful distraction, if one is so inclined.

(chuckles) My nephew...

Yes?

Has been very much in my thoughts.

He would have served his constituency well.

And would have urged you not to serve it at the expense of your wife and family.

♪ ♪ MAN: Your table, sir.

Captain Monk Adderley.

The right honorable member for Bishop's Castle.

A place I've never seen, nor ever intend to.

How may I assist you?

♪ ♪ (horse hooves clomping) CHILD: It's not fair!

(laughter) And how has it been without Ross?

Ross?

Ross-- do we know any Ross?

(dog barks) (Prudie gasps) (all laughing and exclaiming) I think I must be in hell.

(groaning) VERITY: Not yet, my dear, but you very soon will be.

Caroline.

The carriage?

LADY WHITWORTH: Where is my grandson?

(footsteps approaching) (door opens) Good heavens, why is that child playing, when he could be learning his numbers?

He is a Whitworth.

Great things are required of him.

(John Conan talking softly) Where is my son?

(hooves pounding, carriage rattling) Ha, Poldark!

How was Westminster?

Abolition of slavery, Catholic emancipation, and all that nonsense?

Why have you not engaged a governess?

No matter.

I shall find a suitable person.

It is never too soon to shape impressionable young minds.

He's barely two years old.

And you are a child.

And have no notion of how the world works.

Tell my son I will arrange everything.

WHITWORTH (voiceover): By the by, perhaps you could use your good offices on my behalf.

I'm seeking the living of Luxulyan.

You already have two livings.

Ah, but they're miserably poor, and not at all befitting a man of my station.

And in return, I might do you a favor.

My uncle, Conan Godolphin, is a personal friend of the Prince of Wales.

Your curate-in-charge at St. Sawle, Reverend Odgers, is a hardworking father of six who earns 45 pounds a year.

An enormous sum!

I cannot conceit how he spends it all.

I could be willing to intercede on your behalf if you increase Odgers' stipend to 100 pounds a year.

Good God!

Do you realize the total stipend from Sawle is only 200 pounds?

Why would I pay half to an uneducated curate?

Because he does all the work.

This is not one of our native plants.

How came you by it?

'Tis a magnolia.

'Twas given by a friend, a Lieutenant Armitage.

Oh, Ross's friend who sadly died?

Yes.

Sadly, he... Trenwith is very grand these days.

Of course, you never go there now.

Were you pleased with Lisbon?

And the connection will not be improved by Ross taking George's seat.

How long do you remain in Cornwall?

I see this is a forbidden subject.

Have you met Rosina?

This is my cousin, Verity.

ROSINA: Good day to you, ma'am.

I've asked Rosina to make some caps and bonnets for the children.

And I hope to have them ready for Sunday, ma'am.

Shall I bring them over?

That would be most convenient.

Amiable girl.

And my brother Drake still unwed.

My dear!

I would've thought after your experience with me, you'd've had your fill of matchmaking.

Not at all!

See how well that worked out.

(laughs) ADDERLEY: You did well to secure this property.

GEORGE: Thank you.

ADDERLEY: Your wife is a Chynoweth.

One of Cornwall's oldest families.

I myself am a commoner.

Who, by dint of my own ingenuity, have risen to the verge of aristocracy.

I need to know I'm dealing with a man who is equally serious about his own ascent.

He is, you are.

For as you know, it is not what one knows...

However, any such introductions would come at a price.

Which I am fully prepared to meet.

And I applaud your desire for a speedy return to the House.

But perhaps you've had enough of seeking a patron.

Perhaps you'd prefer to be a patron yourself.

♪ ♪ (sighs) You look... Thinner.

Perhaps I've been pining for my husband.

(laughs) So... What have you been up to?

(laughs) Well, seeing to your mine, to your farm, your household, your... your children.

That's what I've been up to.

All the way home, I wondered how this would be.

Would there be anger?

Jealousy?

Would we ever laugh again... Like we used to?

I don't know, Ross.

Will we?

♪ ♪ Get down, boy.

(dog whines) There we go.

Hm.

Lay another place for supper.

Why?

Who be coming?

I am.

Oh, Lord save us!

(children exclaiming) Oh, Master Ross!

♪ ♪ (water dripping) ♪ ♪ What an odious journey!

Obliged to share a coach with that impudent squireen Ross Poldark!

Lady Whitworth called.

Mama!

Did I miss her?

Did she mention a governess for John Conan?

I think it an excellent idea.

Osborne, he is an infant.

And I'm perfectly capable of caring for him myself.

I think not.

Recollect how you made threats against his life?

You know very well why.

Seeking to deny me my conjugal rights, your fevered imagination conjured up some fantastical tale about your sister, whom I loathe and detest with every ounce of... (drops letters) ROWELLA (voiceover): "Dear Vicar, When I left your house to marry Arthur, "I inadvertently carried away some books of yours.

"Could I ask you, at your convenience, "to call and collect them?

"Arthur is at the library until 5:00 each day, "but I am always at home... in the afternoons."

Old Nat Pearce, my attorney-- riddled with gout.

Will I come and pray with him?

I'm sure you'll be a comfort.

(gasping, baby crying) Good Lord, Dr. Enys.

Has it started already?

(laughing): Yes!

She has started already.

Is she as ugly as we feared?

Quite possibly the most perfect creature I've ever seen.

Does she have blue eyes?

All babies have blue eyes.

Like her father?

I'm afraid so.

CAROLINE: Then I suppose I must learn to tolerate her.

What shall we call you?

Miss Sarah Caroline Enys.

ROWELLA: Notwithstanding your generosity in enabling Arthur and I to marry, I'm afraid we do still struggle to make ends meet.

If only there was something I could do to augment our meager income.

Something I could turn my hand to?

♪ ♪ How is Captain Blamey?

Well, I thank you.

He sends his regards.

That's kind of him, considering.

Andrew is not a vengeful man.

But in matters of the heart, he does not hold with interference from those who think they know better.

Myself, in your case?

And Morwenna's.

Ray Penvenen, in Caroline's?

And your mother.

In yours.

How different might so many lives have been without such interference.

Let us vow, in future, to let nature take its course.

Agreed.

♪ ♪ We seem like strangers now.

We were strangers before I left.

And not of my...

Doing?

But of mine.

And that's what you've been thinking all this time?

That I've been grieving for Hugh?

Have you not?

'Tis all past, Ross.

Done with.

But you left for London, so I'd no chance to tell you so.

And you kept away.

It seemed easier to fight a shade from afar.

Then all these months-- the distance, the mistrust.

I think you no longer know me, Ross.

Perhaps we no longer know each other.

♪ ♪ (wind blowing gently) (birds chirping) Tell me of London.

Loud.

And hectic.

And your life there?

Pampered, and decadent.

See how soft and fat I've become?

(chuckles): On the contrary.

Where are you going?

To prove to myself how unfit I am.

♪ ♪ (waves crashing) Dwight.

This is intolerable!

Can a man not have an ocean to himself now and then?

Is this your custom now?

Only on days when I've become a father.

That's tremendous!

(laughing) Son or daughter?

Sarah.

And so it begins.

Life's greatest adventure.

I think you need a drink.

♪ ♪ I must be feeling my age.

For the first time in my life, I feel the cold.

How is Demelza?

Thawing.

(chuckles) I'm relieved.

I know there were difficult times before you left.

Hopefully they're now behind us.

(talking indistinctly) Widder Crocker's got hold of his heart.

ROSS: Zacky-- Paul.

Oh!

THOLLY: Ah!

Cap'n.

Good day to you, sir.

Good day.

(Tholly chuckling) The Right Honorable Cap'n-ness.

Right, well, you'll be wishing to go below, then.

Paul, show Captain Ross the way.

I think I know how to find my own mine.

Come here.

(laughing) Mr. Cardy has a new enterprise.

You must rest, my friend.

I will leave you to the able offices of Reverend Whitworth.

Repent ye, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

Hear now the comfortable words of St. James: "Blessed is the man who has resisted temptation."

Ah, but that's just it, good sir.

I haven't... ...resisted... ...temptation.

And is it the sins of your youth which now trouble you?

No, sir.

The sins of my age.

Gluttony?

Sloth?

Cheating at whist?

I have in recent years indulged in a little idle speculation.

Investments in some of our burgeoning industries.

Which, regrettably, have failed.

So you lost money-- what of it?

Only that... the money with which I speculated was not my own.

♪ ♪ When I left for Westminster, the mine was in profit.

The lode showed no sign of petering out.

And we even considered taking on more men.

'Twas a reasonable thought.

ZACKY: Though in the end, we decided against.

Which was fortunate, since the lode began to fail.

So we have a choice.

Work the lode till it's exhausted, or... drive through to the old Wheal Maiden workings.

Begging your pardon.

What may seem simple to an outsider...

Meaning no disrespect-- 'tis only we, being below all these months...

Seeing how the land lies... As opposed to thee being above grass... PAUL: And far away in London.

Not that that be a bad thing.

Nay, 'tis a comfort to know we have ye to speak for we in Parliament, but... Do you think me out of touch with my own mine?

Like we said, no disrespect.

No.

Let's think on it.

Talk further.

♪ ♪ Because of a stupid and contrived agreement between two of our so-called nobility, I lost my seat to Ross Poldark.

Hm.

Unless we arrange to shoot him on the highway, I cannot now unseat him.

But I see no reason to be excluded from the House.

Nor need you be.

Seats are for sale.

So buy one.

But who is willing to sell so soon after an election?

Life is short.

I don't wish to wait.

I've decided to buy a borough.

You're out of your mind.

With a borough, I have control.

When I own properties, I own voters.

And I can dispense patronage.

A useful appointment here, a profitable contract there.

I would acquire influence of a hitherto unprecedented kind.

Assuming you can find someone willing to sell.

Which is where Monk Adderley comes in.

At a price.

Which I'm willing to pay, for my own benefit, and that of my children.

Oh?

Is Elizabeth... No.

But at some point, she will be.

Ah, Cousin George.

I trust you had my note.

I have just this instant returned from London.

No matter.

I was writing to inform you that the living of Luxulyan is vacant.

Had you not heard?

Is it likely that I would?

Ah, but one must keep one's ear close to the ground.

One never knows what one might pick up.

Why, only today, I heard the most extraordinary news from old Nat Pearce, even now at death's door.

What manner of news?

Oh, the old fool has squandered funds, entrusted to him by his clients, on hopeless speculations.

Has he?

CAREY: And these funds were deposited where?

WHITWORTH: I believe at Pascoe's Bank.

I will think further about the living of Luxulyan.

Pray let me have time to consider.

Of course, by all means.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ Pascoe's Bank stands guarantor for all those funds.

And Ross Poldark's entire capital is also lodged at Pascoe's Bank.

So when Nat Pearce finally expires, the pressure which might be brought to bear could kill two birds with one stone.

(chuckles softly) (people talking in background) Well, Ross.

Is Cornwall not tedious after the heady bustle of London?

Personally, I find it very much to my taste.

(chuckling) You?

Oh, it has its attractions.

And its uses.

♪ ♪ Excuse me, sir, can I ask about these?

It was no small feat to secure Adderley.

But he is expert in these matters, and I shall be guided by him.

So what does he suggest?

A gathering, the like of which this house has never seen.

Who would we invite?

Guests from London, hand-picked for their usefulness.

And a number of local worthies who have boroughs and might be persuaded to part with them.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ PRUDIE: Chibby, chibby, chibby, chibby, chibby, chibby!

(laughs) ROSS: A cherub!

A tiresome one.

Which takes up so much of my time, forcing me to neglect more important matters, such as horses and dogs.

(laughing) ROSINA: Beg pardon, ma'am.

I finished the caps for the children-- I must be on my way.

Oh, well, Drake was just leaving.

Perhaps you'd walk Rosina as far as Sawle.

Oh, no, there be no need.

Well, I think 'twould be a kindness, with night drawing in.

We'll both go.

♪ ♪ (door opens) A more blatant contrivance I've yet to see.

Yet is it wrong?

The life he wished is not for the taking, so may I not then help him choose another?

(laughing) (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ ROSS (voiceover): So my reasoning is this.

Wheal Maiden was never fully worked out.

The old miners still talk of lodes left untouched, since my father's day.

ZACKY: It's truing up.

These past six months you've been on timbering, and cross-cutting?

'Tis so.

ROSS: So I propose to put a team to shaft-sinking, and another to driving through to link up to the old Wheal Maiden workings.

And who will lead the excavation?

I will.

But what about London?

Well, summer recess is about to begin.

I could give the mine at least three months before I return.

By that time, we'll know whether it's a good plan or a fool's errand.

(chuckles) Are we agreed?

(exhales) We start today.

(rock crumbling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Well, Mama?

(laughs) My darling.

How tiny it seems now.

London is so much grander.

You're not disappointed?

Not in the least.

It's good to be home.

Good day, Uncle George.

Good day, little brother!

Shall we go for a canter?

(grunts) (barks) Yes, Horace, you must stay and guard Miss Sarah, and see she does not waken until we return.

(laughs) I do believe Horace is feeling neglected.

Nonsense.

He knows I adore him above all things.

Whilst Sarah and I are quite aware of our own unimportance.

(Sarah murmuring) ♪ ♪ You seem very attached to that child, Dr. Enys.

I hope she won't grow up to be a spoiled brat.

No.

Good day's work, Captain.

An early night for an early start tomorrow.

SAM: How many are we tonight?

PAUL: We three, Drake, Tholly... ZACKY: And the Widder Crocker?

If Tholly's sober.

PAUL: Sober enough to hang on the end of a fishing line!

ZACKY: Tholly and Crocker.

Loving and Sawle's great beauties.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ (water dripping) ♪ ♪ MORWENNA: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Mr. Whitworth bid me take him, ma'am.

Thank Mr. Whitworth for his kindness, and tell him John Conan will remain here with me.

(birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (horse hooves tapping, wheels grinding) (party music playing, people chattering) Yes.

GEORGE: Excuse me, gentlemen.

My dear.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I introduce Captain Monk Adderley?

I'm honored to make your acquaintance, ma'am.

Your beauty is legendary.

As is your reputation, sir.

(laughing) (gate closes, birds squawk) It seems we're the only folk in Cornwall without a party to go to.

Dwight and Caroline are at Trenwith.

And Sam and Drake are at the beach.

It's only line fishing, Ross.

Everyone goes.

No one waits to be invited.

You never did.

(children chattering) It's your beach, Ross.

You could just go.

(goat bleating) You be good.

(people talking in background) (gasps) My sweet boy!

Please do not tell me how much I've grown.

As if I would!

(party sounds fade) CAROLINE: What can you be thinking, Dr. Enys?

How to make your escape and return to our odious offspring?

(party music playing) Something along those lines.

Well, not before you've danced the allemande with me.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Oh, my school is a hellhole, but I'm used to it now.

In the first year, my tutor was a noted flogbottomist, so I was in agonies.

But this year I'm rid of him, and shall have my own fag.

And have acquired a taste for liquor, I see.

(laughing) Of which I note your stepfather disapproves.

ADDERLEY: My dear sir, may I introduce Sir Christopher Hawkins?

(chuckles) (wind blowing) ZACKY: Drake!

Get help!

(grunting) ♪ ♪ (grunting) DRAKE: Captain Ross!

The Crockers from Luggan, them beating the life out of Tholly on account of the Widder Crocker.

Who?

Who Tholly did bed!

Turns out she ain't no widder.

Mr. Crocker's none too pleased, nor his brothers.

So I'm going to Sawle for help.

No time!

(gasps) ♪ ♪ (groans) (grunting and gasping) (party music playing) At a dinner last week, your name was mentioned.

In what context?

That your grandfather worked a forge in Hayle and had not a penny to his name.

ADDERLEY: But that his grandson, by industry and good luck, had amassed a fortune of 200,000 pounds.

GEORGE: In one particular, that is incorrect.

My grandfather's forge was in St. Day.

As I understand it, you wish to acquire a borough.

Do you know of any?

I myself have three.

ADDERLEY: And one of them, the borough of St. Michael, boasts not one MP, but two.

(grunting) (yells) ♪ ♪ (grunts) (indistinct shouting) Tholly!

Tholly!

DRAKE: Captain Ross!

Is he breathing?

Is he?

I can't tell!

(panting) (gasps) Is it thee, Cap'n, come to fight Luggan's finest?

Who else would be stupid enough?

(laughs softly) Though I believe we've been here before, Ross.

I believe we have.

Looks like they Luggan folk will never learn!

He's an idiot and a fornicator and have brought this on himself.

ROSS: He is an idiot.

But he's still my friend.

So all of us, Ross.

So all.

♪ ♪ ALL: ♪ Thinks I to myself it's a jolly herring ♪ ♪ Thinks I to myself, it's a jolly herring.

♪ (exclaiming) 'Tis time for I to seek oblivion in the arms of some fresher wench!

There's nothing like a dice with death to sharpen a man's appetite for the living!

(others laughing softly) DRAKE: Ye'll be glad of thy bed tonight.

Strangely, I feel wide awake!

Maybe you should call at the Great House for a nightcap.

(laughter) (party music playing in distance) ROSS: Good evening, Elizabeth.

Ross.

You're trespassing.

Not entirely.

This is, after all, a Poldark house.

And as the senior Poldark left alive, I have a fancy to see what sort of party you're giving.

But if George should see you... Oh, he wouldn't risk a scandal in front of all his fine guests.

Not that I seek confrontation.

Ever.

Hmm.

I came out for a breath of air.

Is Geoffrey Charles here?

Yes, but do not speak to him tonight.

I see enough of him in London.

I know.

It pleases him greatly.

But he's so worldly wise, Ross.

So blasé for one so young.

He'll grow out of it.

Francis was no different at that age.

You think him like Francis?

In the better ways, yes.

And Valentine?

He's well.

And George?

His suspicions?

Gone.

And will only return if he has cause.

Such as your coming here tonight.

(laughing) ADDERLEY: Madam, is this gentleman annoying you?

Uh, no, not at all.

Why would you suppose it likely?

I have not the honor of your acquaintance, sir.

My cousin, Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Monk Adderley.

Your servant, sir.

I confess, when I saw you talking to Mrs. Warleggan, I took you for a threadbare troubadour who'd been dismissed without a tip.

I sing ill. And accept tips with even less grace.

Whereas I, on principle, always accept what ladies have to offer.

(laughs) Shall we return to the party?

One moment.

The name Poldark rings a bell.

Are you not in the House?

A new member.

I don't recollect seeing you there.

Nor is it likely.

I seldom attend.

Good night, Elizabeth.

Good night, Ross.

(party music playing) GEORGE: Excuse me.

My dear, the borough of St. Michael is mine for the asking.

Or should I say the purchasing.

That's pleasing news.

And more pleasing still is that it has two sitting members.

Of course, I'll need to induce one of them to stand down, but my ultimate aim is to control both seats.

Because with two seats to put at the government's disposal... You would be in a position to ask for favors in return?

And that would make you...

Very powerful, indeed.

♪ ♪ (Sarah cooing) (Dwight shushing) (fire crackling) (door opens) (door closes) Did you catch anything?

A death of cold.

And more rough-and-tumble than I bargained for.

But yes.

It was as I hoped.

(drink pouring) Then we went to the kiddly and we drank.

And then you came home.

And then I came home.

By way of Trenwith.

You didn't!

Naturally I didn't go in.

But to even go near!

And to what end, to provoke George?

No!

It was an impulse.

To see the place again.

And Elizabeth?

I found her walking in the garden.

And we spoke a little.

She was not... unwelcoming.

You don't suspect an attachment there still?

No more than you suspect my attachment to Hugh.

Except you do still suspect.

I cannot compete with a ghost.

No more could I compete with an ideal.

Is that why it happened with Hugh?

To teach me a lesson?

You know it was not.

These shadows, Hugh and Elizabeth.

(sighs) Do we not have enough to grapple with without they come between us?

Yes.

We have enough.

I have something for you.

(gasps): Ross.

All these months you've had nothing from me except doubts and mistrust.

I thought you deserved better.

(exhales happily) ♪ ♪ (closes box) Here, let me.

Are we strangers still?

Yes.

But strangers who know every inch of each other's skin.

So perhaps we should begin again from there.

(basket hits floor) (gasping) LINNEY: Next time on "Masterpiece"... ROSINA: If folks see us walking together...

It will be thought we're courtin'?

♪ ♪ ROSS: Everyone out, there's a flood!

I want to leave you.

You cannot wish that.

♪ ♪ Where's Ross?

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