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Merchants grow fat on trade
while people die.

Work for reform from the House.

You will do as I command.
Then I will kill your son!

My wife is beyond help and would be
better off in an institution.

Sarah will not live.
She has a defect of the heart.

You've been stricken in love

but there be no better young woman
than Rosina Hoblyn.

When does your husband
visit his family?

Every Thursday at eight
for three hours.

That might be the better
arrangement.

While I remain in this house

I will never come to grips
with the loss of her.

Where will you go? To London.

I will do my best to bring
Caroline back to you.

Dearest Ross, you are sorely missed
by your children, your wife,

your dog and by all at home
for whom you speak.

Order! Order! Gentlemen!

Mr Speaker, the Honourable Member
for Ilchester has suggested that

poverty is a condition
that Christianity may condone.

May I inform him that his arguments
are repellent

as... as they are fatuous!

Sit down.

This week we've heard again how
scarcity of food does take its toll.

There's fever in Sawle.
Six failing, four dead.

If they were stronger
they could fight it, but...

they've barely a crust
between them.

Shamefully, some here
consider it acceptable

for small children to be regarded
as inevitable casualties

of our current food shortages!

Some blame the war,
some the poor harvest,

yet how can it be
that a man has work

yet still can't afford
to feed his family?

Mr Speaker, yet again this House
declines to endorse the Bill

to enforce a fixed price for grain.

Is it a mere coincidence
that many of our Members

are also corn merchants?

And how long...

How long will we turn a blind eye
to the suffering of the needy?!

If they're that needy,
let them apply to the Poor House!

Nothing the House dislikes more
than inconvenient truths

thrust in its face.

How does one ever get anything done?

Patience, stealth...

compromise.

Guineas.

The child is malnourished.

Captain Ross did vow to
put an end to this.

Nay, Sam, he went to Westminster
to begin the process.

But what have he achieved since
he went away? Have aught changed?

How is your wife?
Commanding the House at home?

With more distinction
than I can do here.

For all the use I am,
I might as well be in Cornwall.

Well, you can surely be
of use to His Lordship?

Is not his Bill due to come
before the House?

The new road through St Day.

And the demolition of half a village
to make way for it.

He'll be counting on your support.
Yes. He's made that very clear.

So, it appears we are
heartless brutes.

Who says so?
The "starving poor"?

Apparently, by conspiring
to keep grain prices high,

we are "filling our coffers
at their expense".

Surely the starving poor
should be thanking you

for providing employment.

And how do I do that? By ensuring
my businesses remain in profit.

Quite.

Of course, if the starving poor
require me to make less profit

by demanding a fall in the price
of grain, then I will be unable

to employ so many of them
and they will be all the poorer.

Captain Poldark, are you here
to look after your constituents?

That is the task of an MP,
is it not?

Have we met?

Not in the House at any rate.

My Lord, will you and the Captain
join me this evening?

A small gathering. No more than a
hundred of your closest friends.

A pleasure, ma'am.

What a tiresome fellow.

A lost child is not easily forgot.

Unless one comes to London.

A slight fever
but no cause for alarm.

I know I worry overmuch.

Forgive me, Mrs Whitworth...

you're aware your husband
once suggested

that you might harm the child?

I would never do so.

I entirely believe you...

but why say it?

It's the only weapon I have
against my husband's...

attentions.

'Tis a little bare and cheerless
but a woman's touch...

Rosina's?

You have a taking for her,
don't you?

Somewhat.

But it isn't love, sister.

Least not what I recollect of love.
But that love can never come again.

I know it.

And Rosina don't rattle away
like other girls.

She's quiet, thoughtful and kind.

And in time, love might grow.

Is that how it was for you?

No.

No, it was with me always, but...

not with Ross.

He did not love me
when first we wed.

But he came to.

Do you not think, Vicar, that my new
gown deserves matching slippers?

I... may be obliged to limit
these visits.

Yes, Vicar.

In fact, it will be for the best
when I no longer visit at all.

Whatever you say, Vicar.

Mrs Parkins, do you know,
is there a Poor House hereabouts?

St Leonard's, sir.

My nephew's there, to my shame.

Is he in debt?

Has he lost employment?

No, sir. He had wages,
just not enough to live on.

Miss Cane...

your experience in dealing with
unstable and aggressive patients

will prove invaluable.

Every time I approach my wife to...
comfort her as only a husband can...

she vows to murder our son.

What can be done?

No, please.

Please... Please don't...

'Ee must know
that I've a liking for thee.

And 'tis on that account that I
wish to explain what's in my heart.

For ye've maybe heard rumours
of a girl I did once love.

And maybe it was ill-wished
from the start...

but love her I did.

And love her I always shall.

'Tis a hard thing to hear, I know.

But I can't abare to say
what next I wish to say

without ye knowing the truth.

I like ye.

Take pleasure in your company.

I can offer ye a home.

A hearth.

A quiet yet comfortable living.

Maybe you'll go off
and think it over...

and in due time give me
your answer.

No, Drake...

I need no time.

You're a brave and honest man

and I believe our life together
will be good.

May I call tomorrow to ask
your father's permission?

Who are these people?

My new acquaintances
from London, Oxford, Bath...

Not from Cornwall.

Sometimes the last thing one wants
is to be reminded of home.

Here's Captain Adderley.

You see his game?

Squiring her around London

so as to ingratiate himself
further into high society.

Enys would not be impressed.

Nor Demelza.

Is there scurvy in Mellin?

I sent my steward with potatoes
and carrots.

There's no oranges to be had
for love nor money.

This is for the mine,
but how many it'll feed...?

Do it not make a body wonder

what they London folk get up to?

I hope they have a care
for one another,

as your mistress and I do here.

'Tin't proper.

It's true that of late
I've come to regard this

as more of a home than Killewarren.

The children's laughter consoles me.

Sometimes at Killewarren
I find the silence oppressive.

Nights especially.

Do you picture them ever,

Ross and Caroline, together, in
a world of which we have no part?

I might not fit as they fit in.

You know, I sometimes wonder...

If they'd met each other
before they met us?

They'd be better matched. Would we?

Happy ever, sister. Rosina said yes.
That's cheerful news.

And a blessing, for though Rosina
be not of the connection,

she's a God-fearing girl
and will surely mend his ways.

And his heart, it's to be hoped.
That especially.

Mrs Warleggan,

Captain P is out of favour.

What makes you say so?

Well, relations between you
seem less warm

than that night at Trenwith.

Ross...

was at my house?

In your gardens.

I took him for an errant troubadour.

You don't recall me telling you?

Because your mind
was more agreeably occupied.

It was the night you vowed
to return to Parliament.

Of course.
That would account for it.

I do wonder that such a thing
escaped me.

The thought of Ross
and my property...

My dear, must we revisit
this subject?

Did we not agree?

Suspicion has no place
in a marriage.

We did agree.

Your hat, sir.

The night is young.

And I am not. I have a full day
in Parliament tomorrow.

Well, I have no
intention of retiring

until I fall asleep
the moment I close my eyes.

I see that.

Ossie?

Why are you here?

What are you doing, Ossie?

You know what I told you.

Yes, my dear,
that you would murder our son.

But Miss Cane is here now.

She will never let him
out of her sight

so your threat is quite futile.

But your duty remains...

so let us say a little prayer...

and then you will submit to me.

Next.

Oi, you!

Hey... move on.

So, we thought Easter week.

In haste, are we?

Not at all, sir.

My Rosie be a fitty maid. Yes, sir.

Handy with needle and thread.

By rights I should be recompensed.

Is not a well-matched daughter
recompense?

Look, how if I offer to mend
all thy tools free of charge?

So it's bribery now? Father...

My brother Tom warned me of thee.

Saying what? What a sneavy,
snivey little worm ye be!

Rosina...

you and I talk over arrangements
for the wedding breakfast.

She'll not find a truer,
honester man than my brother.

Amen to that!

How the joy of resuming
one's conjugal duty

pales beside the pleasure
of the act itself.

Is it not a blessing to know
we are about God's holy work?

A Poor House? To my shame,
I've never set foot inside one.

I wish every Member of this House
could do so.

They would soon see why men
would rather starve

than commit themselves to such
a degrading institution.

But if people lack employment...
Many do not.

They only lack the sufficiency
to meet the price of bread

and Parliament lacks the will
to remedy that.

Perhaps there is no remedy.

Perhaps I should throw up
my hands and go home.

Is that new?

How can we afford such fine things?

How do you think, my love?

Every week I save a few pence
of your earnings

so that we may allow ourselves
these little indulgences.

You're too good for me, Rowella.

Every day I think to marry
such a goddess.

You are Artemis...

Athena, Aphrodite.

My love, your mother and sisters.
So kind, always thinking of others.

Give them my love.

Tell them I will visit next week.

No more wagers.

Come to try your luck, sir?

Do you have a reckless streak?

Only with my own money.

Dr Enys? Mr Solway,
your sisters have the ague.

It's nothing to be concerned about
but they are resting

and should not be disturbed.
I thank you, sir.

I'll visit them tomorrow.

The house wins.

I really am quite hopeless.
Should I quit the field?

Well, that seems a pity when
it affords you such pleasure.

Interesting advice.

Entirely disinterested.

Having nothing to lose,
I have nothing to gain.

How often we see those
with nothing to lose

assisting others to lose
all they have.

No more wagers.

Damn it, sir, you will pay me
in full or give me satisfaction!

Do I make myself clear, Poldark?
Are these gentlemen annoying you?

Who the devil are you?

Interesting manoeuvre.

Not one I'd recommend
after two bottles of port.

I don't believe
we've been introduced.

The Honourable Jasper Inchcliffe.

And I am Viscount Bollington.

I have the honour
of being acquainted

with both your fathers
at Westminster.

So, how may we resolve this
to everyone's satisfaction?

Players, take your chances, please.

I hope this will recompense
you for your trouble.

No trouble at all, sir.
Truth be told, it's why I work here.

There's always some gent paying me
to swab up after their relations.

Were it not for that,
I'd never make ends meet.

Do I look dreadful?

Goodnight.

Ross? Fortunate misunderstanding.

Fortunate? In that I was the target,
not Geoffrey Charles.

Where is he? Returned to Harrow.

Lesson learnt.

Are you quite sure he was gambling?
I myself discharged the debt.

I must repay you. It's the least
I can do for my nephew.

Ross, do you suppose...

Will this become a habit?
Is he like...

Like his father?

I hope so.

For a truer, more generous heart
would be hard to find.

I shall write and reprimand him.

No, do not.

If he thinks I've informed on him,
he will no longer trust me.

If I can keep an eye on him...
That role should fall to George.

We both know he would not want it.

Nor would Geoffrey Charles.

I'm obliged to you, Ross.

And I agree, Geoffrey Charles does
not need to be told of our meeting

any more than George does.

Then the subject is closed.

My dearest Demelza,

thoughts of you console me
and bolster my resolve

against the challenges
of the House

where I find I have few allies.

I have a scheme in mind

but doubt it will be well received.

Yet, all the while,
the food shortages continue.

My dearest Ross...

our fortunes here
are yet to improve.

In Sawle, the fever carried off
three young Nanfans.

Dwight could do nothing
for they were weak with starvation.

The loss of innocent lives
makes me feel more keenly...

our own loss...

and the distance between us.

You seem very far away.

Where are you?

Nampara,

thinking of my daughter.

Dear Clowance? No, no.

Julia.

Forgive me.
I have no wish to intrude.

Did I tell you how she died
in my arms?

How I watched her...

take her last breath?

I could not conceive how the life
could go out of her...

when the day before I'd...

danced her on my knee.

We are taught to be strong.

To betray no weakness, but...

that night I learned
to be strong IS weakness.

Pain should not be avoided.

Tears must fall.

I shall visit Nat Pearce today.

Extraordinary how he lingers on.

Extraordinary too that you find
not the smallest pleasure

in our congress.

Quite... baffling.

God's blessing be upon you.

You'll need them where you're going.

Yet...

I must thank you for lingering on.

My visits here have provided
the perfect cover for me

to service my ardent
young sister-in-law.

Of course, now that I've prevailed
upon my wife to resume her duties,

I'll no longer require
those services.

So today will be the last time
I visit either of you.

And may I cheerfully say,

the devil take you both.

And you, sir.

I've been thinking on this.

Suppose you're a waiter,
you earn a pittance,

but with my small gratuity
and that of others like me

you go some way towards
making ends meet.

Yes. Thus saving yourself
from the Poor House.

And?

Thus saving the state from
having to pay out even more

to fund an institution
which everyone hates.

In other words...
Help the workers to keep working...

By helping them to eat.

Vicar, did I mention, the roof
has begun to leak. Good to know.

It must be why Arthur's
been laid so low,

shivering and weeping
in his bed all week.

But repairs are so expensive.
However will you manage?

Well, I was hoping...
Blessed are they who live in hope,

for they shall receive
God's benison.

Go forth, saith the Lord,
and count thy blessings...

for you have had the last of them.

I never thought I'd see you
smile again.

'Tis not something comes easy,
even now.

Then you must practise more,
for tomorrow you're to be wed

and, in time, like Ross and me...

Love may grow? Love will grow.

Reverend Whitworth.

Yes? Who is it?

What do you want?

This is what I want.

You?

Aaargh!

Aaargh! Aaargh!

You're later than usual.
Were your sisters well?

Arthur?

Dead?

Why tell me, sister?

Why not keep me in the dark and
let me wed that sweet, sweet girl?

Drake,

you know why.

This was no accident.

I cannot tell you, ma'am. I was
not there. No, I'm telling you.

These lacerations and bruises...

Are consistent with a fall
and the headlong bolt of a horse.

For which he could not
possibly be at fault.

My son was an excellent horseman.
Did he not ride to hounds?

But clearly someone is to blame

and I will not rest
till I discover who it is.

I went to the smithy,
found no sign of him.

Zacky seen him with Rosina.

Then he left - none knows where.

Judas, Sam, should I have told him?

Should I first have let him
wed Rosina?

Yes, for she'd have made him
a good and proper wife

and they'd have grown happy
and served Christ together. Yes.

But then he'd never
have forgiven me.

Demelza.

Drake's gone.

And Rosina? Rosina's brave.

Jack is raging, as is half
the village. I don't wonder.

To jilt a girl on her wedding day?
Dwight, what shall I do?

I'm that weary of keeping
the peace...

I just wish somebody
would take care of me. Yes.

Ross should be here.

And Caroline.

So first you torment me
and then you abandon me?

Return with me to Cornwall.

Sir Francis has room
in his carriage.

We will have the swiftest
possible journey.

Dwight would not thank me for
returning with my demons intact.

You know very well he will
embrace you, demons and all.

I did not weep.

Could not.

Even when Sarah grew cold
in my arms.

I thought, if I could only
keep hold of her...

I could will her back to life.

When Dwight finally prised her
from me, the agony was...

so overwhelming.

I had to remove myself

from even the possibility
of ever feeling that again.

By coming to London?

You know, there's nowhere like
London for numbing the senses.

Is that what you desire?

Still?

For now.

But I have begun to weep, Ross.

And I will do so again.

Are you hungry? Help yourself.

Here, take some bread.

Ha, mistress or no,

don't you think you'll buy
our favour!

Whenever he shows his face, brother
of yours will pay for what he done!

It's unfortunate we cannot attend
the funeral.

I will write to my sister,

commiserating with her
on the terrible news.

Some people think it was murder.

Do they?

But if that were the case,
would not a weapon have been found?

True, yes.

Plans have been made.
I shall take charge of John Conan.

As my grandson and heir,
he will be properly educated.

His mother is wholly incapable.
No wonder Osborne despaired of her.

Miss Cane, fetch the smelling salts.
Mrs Whitworth has fainted.

Morwenna.

Sincere condolences.

You must feel the loss keenly.

I feel nothing...

but relief.

I loathed him
with every bone in my body.

He sought to have me committed.

He took away my son.

He violated me...

again and again...

and again.

I did not know.

We could not possibly have known,
cousin.

Our only thought was to provide you
with an advantageous match.

Advantageous to whom?

He's gone.

But where?

Morwenna. Do not...

What is it? Please.

Leave me. Go away.

I had to come.
I've been sleeping rough.

I know I don't look seemly. I beg
ye to excuse that. I cannot...

I cannot bear it.

If it's too soon,
I can come again tomorrow.

Just tell me when... Never.

What?

I'm sick.

Tainted.

It's done with.

Ended.

Please leave me now
and never come back.

No, Morwenna,
we can't part like this.

Who is this person, Morwenna?

Begging your pardon, ma'am.

I'm a friend.

A well-wisher.

I come to enquire...
Go inside, Morwenna.

So please you, ma'am. Elliot! Clegg!

Morwenna... Horsewhip this person,
then remove him from the premises.

Drake Carne was found lurking
outside the vicarage?

Osborne's death may not be
an accident after all.

You surely don't suggest...
Where is Harry?

Should we not send for Captain Ross?

He've London matters to attend to.
Besides, what could he do here?

Well, 'tis hoped the thing
will blow over soon enough.

And no harm done.

Mr Warleggan did send me
in his stead.

Thy little brother is wanted.
I have orders to search the house.

George Warleggan don't
give orders here - I do -

and you'll not set foot
across this threshold.

Care to wager that, missus?

Hey! Hey!

Lunch at Ashbourne
or shall we press on?

The latter.

If we're to succeed with this, the
sooner we put forward the scheme...

You will of course require
Lord Falmouth's agreement.

As foremost landowner
in the district,

nothing will pass without him.

He had no business to threaten them.
If they were sheltering a felon...

What proof had you that they were,
or that Drake Carne IS a felon?

You go too far, George! My dear,
I merely wish to see justice done.

For whose benefit? Morwenna's?

You heard her. She's glad
Osborne is dead. Nonetheless...

George, the man was a monster
and we forced her to wed him.

If you value my love...
You know I do!

Do not pursue Drake Carne.

As you wish, my dear.

We will call off the search
for Drake Carne.

Yes, sir.

There will be other ways
to punish him.

See thee, Jacka,
it's a terrible thing

young Carne did to thy daughter.
Don't I know it!

Last time, Tom let him
wriggle off the hook.

This time, we'll do a proper job.

Dear God, it gets worser and worse.

What can we do?

Pray for forgiveness,
for sins and sinners.

Why?

Is it a sin to seek happiness
for ourselves and others?

Only our merciful Father knows that.

Do he?

Sometimes it do feel like he don't
think about happiness at all.

What a wicked thing
to have happened.

I can't think it was an accident.

Nor we, maid.

Rosina,

when Drake came to you, did he...
he tell you where he was going?

No, ma'am.

Only what had happened
and that he had to go

because of what he called
his "prior love".

Rosina, I'm that sorry.

To think if it had happened only
an hour later, we'd be wed now.

And I know he'd never have left me.

So, if I understand you correctly,

after a year in which you have
not once voted as I directed

and ignored my proposal
for a road through St Day,

you now come to me seeking my
support for a proposal of your own,

which will cost me dear
and deliver me nothing in return?

Praise God.

We've been waiting here,
praying for you to come home.

Pay no heed to this, brother.
She's changed.

She don't want me.
She won't see me ever again.

Hey... It's all right.

Brother, Sam will take you home
with him.

Ross!

I wish the world would go away.

What world?

Promise me
you won't go after George.

I couldn't bear to have
the feud stoked up again.

I'll let it pass this once.

For your sake.

And not for yours?

Will you not need his consent
to your scheme today?

Which he'll refuse on principle.

So it will be a wasted journey.

Not entirely.

So, in short, I propose

a means-tested, sliding-scale
of wage supplements

in order to mitigate the worst
effects of the current food crisis.

And, by doing so, we can keep
our mines and our mills working

and our workers fed.

And the cost of all this? Would fall
on the landowners of this parish.

We who are assembled here today.

And where, pray, is the incentive to
work if one pays people to be idle?

I believe, sir, you misunderstand
the principle. Do I?

The assistance is temporary, while
the price of grain is prohibitive,

to enable people to live
and not die.

Of course another solution

would be for the grain merchants
to lower their prices.

Why should they?
Do they not have a living to make

as well as anyone else?
I have no capital to spare.

Because you've spent it
all buying up an entire borough.

If the scheme is to work,
surely it's only fair

that all landowners in the district
participate. Where is Lord Falmouth?

If he's not willing,
why should anyone else be?

Well, I suggest we take a vote.

Those in favour.

And those against.

Since there's no clear majority...
I rather think there is.

I believe I'm just in time
to cast my vote.

The Bill I have in mind has
a particular place in my heart.

Were the road in question
to be built,

it would considerably aid my scheme
to clear the hovels of St Day

and build in their place
an extension to my estate.

And the hovels of St Day,

specifically their inhabitants?

They will be rehoused...

at my expense.

You have my word.

You have my vote.

As you have had mine.

I wish I could stay longer.
You did what you came to do.

Now you must tell Westminster.

If it will listen!

Make it listen.

So, I propose that this new
system of Poor Relief

devised in my own constituency,

implemented with great success,

should be adopted nationally
so that health, welfare

and maintenance become
the birthright not of the few

but of all!

Have the Honourable Member
for Truro call on me.

He has some interesting
things to say.

My brother do wish for no trouble.

I doubt George would approve
of my visit.

It is you I'm keen to protect,
George, from your own imaginings.

I will have you expelled
from Parliament!

Morwenna's dead to me.

Oblivion. Can you supply that?

Good gracious! Mrs Warleggan!
Dwight, help her!

My carriage! Call for my carriage!