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This man had Bannantine killed.

Accident... Accident at Wheal Plenty!

In Sir George's absence I have taken the decision to close the mine.

And the livelihoods of those who survived?

Would you tell me how John Conan is?

It is best for all concerned

that both parties forget the other exists.

She would have made it her business to love any one I...

...admire.

Think highly of.

You'd like to see some books?

Since Sir George is in such a benevolent mood, perhaps he'd care

to fund his stepson's first year at military academy.

Sir George is clearly suffering from the acute distress of losing

a beloved wife.

He requires kindness and patience.

Your intervention has drawn attention

to an unfortunate situation.

Now the crown requires you to make amends.

So...

...having been at Westminster two months...

But I am an MP.

...leaving Despard behind in Cornwall...

He was disinclined to share Bannantine's fate.

As you seem disinclined to carry out the task I assigned you.

There's nothing to report.

Ned is law-abiding, uncomplaining.

His only wish is to return to Honduras

and serve his country.

Is there really no way that can be managed?

There might be...

...if he behaves himself until parliament resumes.

He will.

And if he did not, you would of course inform me.

I assure you, sir.

He's a changed man.

I hope you're right.

I wish you a speedy return to Cornwall.

Good day.

Sweet Cornish air! How I welcome it.

At Marlow, my billet stinks of boot polish and feet.

Whoa!

I thank you.

Miss Hanson!

Gentleman, an unexpected encounter.

Good evening.

Have you been in London?

No. An odious place.

Bristol.

On shipping matters, no doubt.

The usual cargo.

Those of us with an unsentimental view of the trade

see it for what it is, a necessary means to a desirable end.

So what brings you to Truro again?

Do you expect to find slaves here?

What would you call the poor devils who work in your mines?

Well paid.

Valued.

Respected.

Free.

How are the Colonel and Mrs Despard?

Planning their return to Honduras, I trust.

Is that on the cards?

Very much so.

Why...? Why...?

Why is she...?

Why...?

Why is she not here?

Where is she?

When will she come?

Where is my Elizabeth?

Is this not a welcome sight?!

Let me look at you.

Lord, Ross, these absences try me hard.

Well, now you have a brace of Poldarks to make up for it.

Ah!

Aunt Demelza.

How are our guests?

Kitty seems a little subdued.

And Ned?

Welcome home, friend!

You have a reception committee.

I give you...

...six households in Sawle evicted for non-payment of rent.

All former workers at Wheal Plenty.

Scurvy in Grambler and no fresh fruit to be had,

and all the poor relief in Cornwall cannot get a fixed price for grain.

No change there.

Forgive me. I must beg your indulgence a while.

You're disaffected, I know,

but if you give me your, your names and grievances,

I'll make it my business to attend to them.

There you are, sir.

- Is the world set to rights? - Not yet.

But I've given out that, from noon tomorrow,

anyone with a complaint should seek me here.

A member who listens to his constituents?

That's a novel idea.

Do you think George will do the like?

If George won't go to his people,

perhaps the people should hunt him down.

Slainte.

It's a wishing well.

You put your hand into the water, close your eyes,

say, "Father, Son and Holy Ghost,"

and then your wish is granted.

Let's test your theory.

Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

Guess what I wished for.

Oh, you mustn't tell.

For then it won't come true.

I'm ravenous. Shall we go to Nampara?

Why is she not here?

It's so unlike her.

We have things to discuss.

She knows her opinion is essential to me.

Let the grounds be searched. Let her be found, brought back.

I cannot go forward without her.

There's no point, no sense,

no reason, no cause.

Why do you delay? Go and find her.

Find her!

My wish came true. I wished for cake.

You never questioned why she's here.

Is it not obvious?

Or convenient. The daughter of the man who had Bannantine killed.

We do not know of his involvement.

But we know he's connected.

So now here she is, in our midst.

Talk about the sins of the fathers.

Yes, let's do so, for those sins have not been paid for.

- When will he be held to account? - Sh.

When your return to Honduras has been secured.

If ever, that is.

As I told you, I'm assured it's only a matter of time.

Do you truly believe that?

I do.

Oh, to think of it. To be home at last.

With a sense of purpose.

Here, have some.

No, my love. I've no appetite.

- You're wasting away. - No.

I didn't want it anyway.

I missed you, Papa.

Oh, and I you, my boy.

Come on, then.

Good day, children.

Good day, Mrs Carne.

Won't you come in?

Good day, Hanna.

Tis a fine thing for them to be learning together

instead of singly, as Master Geoffrey did.

And John Conan.

Lady Whitworth will not have him mix with other children.

Better to preserve the Whitworth rank.

Today, my dears, we'll be learning about trees.

I'll be an hour or two at most.

You hope.

I called to see how Kitty is.

Not fond of physicians.

- Even friendly ones? - They especially.

Tess.

My wife has a generous heart

and chooses to see the best in people.

An admirable quality, which I do not possess.

So let me advise you,

if you value your tenure here.

Oh, I do, sir.

Give her no cause to regret it,

or you'll answer to me.

You're very kind

but I often suffer with these little malaises.

I just sit quiet and let them pass.

And do they?

Always.

I had six patients in Sawle,

then I called at Nampara.

Is someone sick?

Kitty. Though she denies it.

To what purpose?

The mistaken belief that she must be strong?

- She, like anyone, has frailties. - Oh.

A woman of her intelligence and spirit

condemned to servitude till Ned took her as his equal.

And then to be thrust into society,

which is so quick to judge,

so harsh and unforgiving.

I pity her.

Almost as much as you admire her.

She's faced many hurdles with grace and fortitude.

Who would fail to admire her?

- Thank you. - Sir.

I must go out again.

Well, Horace, I fear you and I are too frivolous.

We live a life unencumbered by struggle...

...and Dr Enys admires struggle.

How can we hope to compete?

Blessed Lord, we pray for the folk

and the livelihoods lately lost in the mine disaster.

May Wheal Plenty rise again

that it may give us means to build our school and prosper once more.

Amen.

Amen.

There you go, as promised.

Bless you again for saving our Billy.

Our rescue heroics aside,

your poor relief won't suffice to let these people survive.

Warleggans offered to help us yet?

Only a matter of time!

Here, that will keep you warm.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, I will take over Sir George's case.

On one condition.

I must be given free rein.

But Dr Penrose insisted...

Dr Penrose's methods were primitive in the extreme.

His aim was to break Sir George.

Mine is to mend him.

And, to that end, I insist upon no locked doors,

plenty of fresh air, sunlight, wholesome food...

...and company.

Sir George has taken refuge in a world of shadows.

He needs to learn that it is safe to return to this one.

I need hardly remind you, your absolute discretion is...

Is assured, sir,

by my oath as a physician and as a gentleman.

The Colonel would say the wealthy should be held to account.

The Colonel can be over-hasty. I will do what I can for you.

Thank you very much, Mr Stevens.

- It's the price of grain. - I've made a note.

- Sam and Rosina? - Do we like the notion?

I like any addition to the family.

He's the only one you're like to get.

Morwenna keeps her distance still?

Sometimes I think she's afeared.

Not of love itself.

The consequence.

A child?

Even one born of violation.

Can a mother truly forget a son she birthed?

She had no choice but to give up John Conan.

The head might say so...

...but the heart?

Mr Ralph Hanson and Miss Cecily Hanson.

What an unexpected pleasure to see you both.

My nephew is much taken up with matters of business.

So, erm, forgive him if he seems...

...a thought distracted.

Well, I'm most keen to conclude our venture ahead of any competition.

I never knew a man to be so absorbed in business matters.

Well, not necessarily a fault.

How long ago did Sir George lose his wife?

A year.

He must feel the loss keenly.

Yes...

...and no.

His, erm,

finer feelings mourn her passing,

but now he looks to the future.

And a new wife.

Oh! I'm happy for him.

Do you know the lady?

Yes, I do.

Oh, well done! That's 32 now, isn't it?

Can you throw it back?

Oh, no! Go, go.

Nay, but do folk hereabouts not despair

that the day will never come when justice serves the commons

as well as the rich?

Injustice is not restricted to the poor, believe me.

But, yes, they feel it more keenly and should be championed.

In words or deeds?

For can change ever come through words alone?

If there are ears to hear.

But, otherwise, deeds?

And sometimes violent ones.

That should only be as a last resort, but...

...sometimes it is a necessary evil.

Ned.

A moment.

Excuse me.

Have a care.

You may be taken at your word.

Have you forgot where we are?

This is not London.

Do you suppose there are spies here?

I think it's wise to assume they're everywhere.

Let's be gone.

I'd see us go the way of the French.

The commons arise and bring the betters down!

Reckon I best be getting back

to Mistress hoity-toity, high and mighty Poldark.

Don't you be giving me the squinny eye, mister!

Are you acquainted with the Poldarks and Despards?

What if I am?

Would you like a glass of port?

So, Ned Despard must be the new Messiah

after the mine rescue.

All the rags and tatters flock to him.

Hold him in as high regard as they hold Warleggans in contempt.

But the people will surely rise soon.

I may have a task for you.

Well...

...I thought you'd like to know that my father's chosen me a husband!

Excellent.

Who is the fortunate soul?

- I believe you're acquainted. - Name of?

Warleggan, George.

Excellent jest!

Why, is he a comical man?

You cannot mean it.

You cannot.

He will not love you.

LOVE me?

What has love to do with anything?

It has everything to do...

Surely you must see, you cannot marry him!

Who must I marry, then?

Me! Marry me!

I love you! I...

I-I love you.

Why would you say that?

Why would you ruin our friendship?

Halt!

Who goes there? Friend or foe?

Erm, friend!

Advance, friend, and be recognised!

- You out here alone? - Yes.

What would your father say if he were home?

He IS home.

Ask George to sell you Wheal Plenty.

He'll likely refuse,

but at least I can try.

And what of your complainants, what do they seek?

Work, means,

justice, hope.

What struck me afresh was just how ill-equipped

they are to deal with such blows.

Unskilled, uneducated.

Our school could remedy that, were it not so small and served so few.

Ned agrees with me.

Where is he?

Oh, he's gone straight to bed.

He was, erm, somewhat tipsy!

And somewhat free with his tongue today.

Truro is not London, and no-one here will report him, but...

He should be on his guard.

As I've told him.

Do you think he listened?

If he's anything like you.

Apple pie.

Has the mystery sufferer summoned you again?

My love, you know I cannot discuss my patients.

Ross! What brings you here?

I've come to make George an offer.

I'd say now is not the time.

Is he unwell?

Doctor.

We shall be out for the morning.

- Poldark. - I came to see Sir George.

To what purpose?

To make an offer for Plenty.

You couldn't afford it.

Name your price.

You were her first love.

And she mine.

But life had other plans for us.

I joined the army. And she, thinking me dead...

Married my father.

Was it the right choice?

It produced you, did it not?

But for you?

Yes.

Because it left me with a different choice.

And that choice saved me.

Cecily is to wed.

Does that distress you?

On two counts.

One, because I realise, to my cost, that I...

Love her?

Yes.

And two, because her...

...intended...

Her intended...

Dear God, the twisted quirk of fate that gives the girl I love

to the man I loathe!

George?

Is that why Hanson's been lurking in Cornwall?

I'd certainly wouldn't wish him as a father-in-law.

But the engagement is certain?

And equally certain are her feelings for me.

I am her friend. Nothing more.

No doubt you think me a baby.

First love.

It may not be a lasting love...

...but nothing will ever cut quite so deeply again.

A little further.

Take my arm.

This will not be easy,

but it is a necessity.

But I...

But I saw her only yesterday.

In your memory.

And memory should be cherished,

but not mistaken for what is real...

...however painful that may be.

Pain...

...is powerful...

...but needful. It reminds us that we are alive.

We cannot avoid it. Nor should we try.

But she... She could have avoided it.

She need not have left me.

I could have forgiven her anything but that.

What was there to forgive?

The child. The child!

She need not have had it.

I... I wanted it, of course,

but I would have loved her regardless.

But she was...

...determined.

And the child killed her.

The child is guiltless.

There is no fault in any of this.

Loss, yes...

...but no blame.

Good day, John.

Do you remember me?

Are you a friend of grandmama?

No.

But I could be a friend of yours.

John Conan, where are you?

What is your view, Horace?

Should husbands and wives have secrets from each other?

Horace knows there are many reasons why spouses keep secrets.

If one is a physician, for instance.

Or had cause to protect the other.

But when does protection become deception?

But perhaps Dr Enys thinks deception is the better part of valour.

Perhaps he does.

Thank you.

Folks be saying that in the West Indies there be no distinction

betwixt masters and servants.

I wish that was true!

What is true is that, when I was governor, we all laboured together.

Gentry and commons, freed slaves and convicts, outlaws and rebels.

It can be done.

It can be done.

I believe thee.

Perhaps Warleggan needs to learn that lesson.

Will you forgive me?

Kitty, this sickness...

Oh, most vexing.

But the cause...

Oh, it's my husband. Blame Ned!

Here, he grows restless.

And you grow more stubborn.

Must I take matters into my own hands?

What is it you fear?

I cannot say.

You must say.

Is it really so terrible?

The thought of a child?

No...

...but the loss is.

I've had more miscarriages than I can count.

I cannot bear the thought of raising Ned's hopes again and dashing them.

I beg you, please don't tell him.

This one might survive.

It will not.

I know it.

I've been thinking of poor Geoffrey Charles.

Poor Cecily! Would you wish George on anyone?

But if he has a mind to wed,

maybe he'll have a mind to reopen Plenty.

Owing to a surge of high spirits and generosity?

There is another option.

How much?

The price is somewhat inflated.

Somewhat? It's twice the value!

Here is a list of my assets.

Wildly insufficient.

And even if they weren't, to venture all on such a purchase?

You have everything to lose, and what would you gain?

- A working mine. - You already have one!

Oh, I'm well aware of your motives,

and don't think I don't applaud them.

But as your friend...

It's as partner in the Cornish Bank that I appeal to you.

Would it be willing to underwrite the purchase?

That could present a conflict of interest,

given that you yourself are a partner!

Would the Warleggans have such qualms?

Warleggans bring capital to the table.

You bring only your name.

On the strength of that name,

how much might I raise?

Are you quite certain...

...she died?

I was there.

Was I?

You don't recall?

Yes.

Yes, I-I...

I-I held her hand.

- Did I not? - Yes.

And she told me she was...

...afraid of the dark.

She did.

And then her eyes fixed on something beyond my shoulder...

...and her breathing stilled.

And I...

I felt the life go out of her.

And I wondered, where had she gone?

My living...

...breathing...

...beautiful wife.

But you were there.

The last face she ever saw was yours.

Yes.

Mine.

My uncle tells me...

...I should remarry.

If that is what you desire.

I have no desire.

I do not believe I will feel desire ever again.

- So, this marriage? - Is a business transaction.

And the lady in question?

Must make the best of it.

Miss Hanson.

Mistress Poldark.

Geoffrey Charles is not here.

I thank you, ma'am.

It's you I seek...

...and your opinion.

Mine?

May I ask, what kind of a man is Sir George?

He's wealthy...

...and he's powerful.

When he wishes, he can be most generous.

I believe his late wife wanted for nothing.

And his children?

Are they amiable?

Do they favour him?

The son, not so much.

When is the wedding to be?

Does it matter?

A cage is a cage, whether now or in ten years.

Unless one weds for love.

Did you?

Yes.

And how long before you realised your mistake?

My mistakes have been many and spectacular,

and doubtless there's more to come.

But the wisest thing I ever did...

...was to marry the man I love.

I thank you, ma'am.

So, how goes it with Despard?

Well, he's a regular firebrand.

Quick temper, loose tongue.

Be easy enough to set him off and the townsfolk will follow.

And these will assist you?

If you make it worth their while.

Excellent.

And, as discussed, something

to send Sir George scurrying back to London.

Are you quite certain your wife will see the merit?

The cost will make her eyes water,

and she'll wish there were other ways to fund it.

I share her wish.

To mortgage your entire estate,

house, land, farm, livestock,

what sensible man would even consider it?

Wheal Plenty is a profitable mine!

It's worth the risk.

Is your marriage?

I'm obliged to you, as ever, Harris.

Folly!

Absolute madness!

Cornwall must hold some vast attraction

to keep you so long from London.

My daughter is shortly to be wed.

Ensuring her future is what keeps me here.

Oh. And not her happiness?

If that's your aim, I humbly recommend you look elsewhere.

Marriage to Sir George would ensure the opposite.

Good day.

Do you, indeed?

Valentine?

Where's your nurse?

Trenwith.

Where are you going?

To Nampara.

You told me to visit whenever I liked.

Oh.

If your papa is home, he might not like it.

Will you ride with me?

May I?

Of course.

But not to Nampara.

There's a place

where I think you'll enjoy more.

Where's Tess?

Gone Truro.

Said she had errands to run.

- Did you send her? - Nay, maid.

She have a will of her own, that one.

- Wheal Plenty paid the worst of wages. - Yes.

But, but, but they who laboured least had means to eat.

Now, how do they survive?

- Gentry care naught if commons starve. - No.

But here's one who do have a conscience,

who we thank for bringing young Arthur Hoblyn out alive.

And it sticks in the craw to save 14 lives,

only to see another 200 wrecked by the closing of the mine.

Yes!

Tell that to the Warleggans!

Yes!

Nay, I mean it. Make known our complaint.

For if we suffer in silence, will it not seem we consent?

We march tomorrow. Will ye not go with us?

- Peaceably now! - We want no trouble, sir.

Just our grievances heard.

- That's mine! - Give her it back.

Mistress.

There now. Come with me.

Tis nothing. He meant no harm.

Oh!

Is the new pupil ready to return home?

- Shall we be off, sir? - Yes.

I'll explain later.

Good boy.

Why can that man not leave us be?!

What man?

Ross Poldark is determined to steal my son!

Get Enys.

He will have him.

He has tried to take him as he tried to take Elizabeth.

But Valentine is mine, whatever that old hag said.

Valentine is yours, yes.

I delivered him myself and, as I told you at the time,

there was nothing whatsoever to support Miss Poldark's claim.

And that must be a comfort to you because, although your wife is gone,

she is with you in the faces of your children.

My children.

In whom you are doubly blessed, for they are still with you,

when to other parents fate has been more cruel.

Yes, yes.

I still have my children.

My Ursula. My Valentine.

I found him on his way to Nampara.

I brought him to the school because I did not wish him...

...to regard our home as his.

Should I forbid it?

I could.

And it sit not easy with you.

No.

Because you think yourself, what, in some way responsible?

Not for him, but...

...for what happened to Elizabeth.

It was I who suggested she had another child.

George could not quell his doubts about Valentine.

But how could he doubt a second child?

If anything, I thought it would make him more secure in his marriage.

So she had another child.

And she died delivering it.

So I hold myself...

...indirectly responsible.

No, Ross...

...you're not to blame.

How could you be?

I hope your wife will still be your wife

when she knows what you've done.

- Come and get your apples here. - Thank you.

Erm, I'll take four pears, please.

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira... ♪

Tess, what are you doing here?

My duty, mistress!

As a comrade o' th' down-be-trod, I mus' stand beside 'em!

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira... ♪

Ned, do Ross know you're here?

This is a peaceable protest, Demelza.

There is nothing to concern him, or you.

This is a peaceful protest.

Till it get t' Warleggans!

The bank or the mine?

His fancy house.

- Caroline, you must ride home. - Of course.

Stay for nothin' or no-one. And keep indoors.

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira ♪

♪ Le peuple en ce jour sans cesse repete ♪

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira... ♪

A woman's touch is what this house lacks.

And Valentine will benefit from female influence.

The girl's father is most keen to bring matters to a head.

Have you a day in mind?

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira ♪

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira ♪

♪ Le peuple en ce jour sans cesse repete ♪

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira ♪

♪ Le peuple en ce jour sans cesse repete ♪

♪ Ah! Ca ira, ca ira, ca ira ♪

♪ Le peuple en ce jour sans cesse repete... ♪

Bessie? Take Valentine upstairs.

There he is! Spineless worm!

Let 'im come out an' answer to us! If he dare!

George Warleggan!

What do they want? Call the constables.

Let him come out and speak to his workers!

Is he mad?

Ross!

Ross, wait.

- Demelza. - We must go to Trenwith.

What is it?

George Warleggan!

Break th' door down! Go on!

- Go on! - Go on!, Break it down!

Tear th' 'ouse down!

Sir George is not receiving visitors.

Well, Sir George has 'em, whether he likes it or not.

The very least these people deserve is an apology.

It's not my business to apologise.

Leave my house before I have you shot.

No, sir, no, no, no, that won't do at all.

If you decline to come down and speak civilly with these people,

I'll come up there and fetch you.

Let him deal with it.

Sir George, have you ever been unfairly treated?

Can you comprehend what it is to have no recourse or reparation,

or even a fair hearing?

Get out of my way.

These people are not savages.

All they ask is common decency.

How do you answer?

With this.

Demelza, through here.

My arm. My arm is broken!

Ross, I told you this was like to happen.

For your own sake, keep order out there, Ned.

Demelza, help me.

That man, he has stirred up the mob, he has set them on a rampage.

And what did you expect when you closed a working mine?

That folk'd celebrate, that your name would be praised?

- Do you seriously think I care? - I think you do, George.

As do I, which is why I offer you a suggestion.

Put those weapons down, this is a peaceable protest.

Come on!

Friends. Friends, your anger is wholly justified.

But we have misunderstood the situation.

Sir George has explained it to me,

and now begs leave to explain it to you.

Gentlemen, erm,

I have been away in the north.

And on my return discovered that my orders were incorrectly carried out.

The closure of Wheal Plenty is temporary.

This week, my mine captain will assess the damage

caused by the rock fall.

All workers will be reinstated.

And in addition, we will take on more men in order to expedite

a swift resumption of business.

Do he expect us t' believe 'im?

Should we not still hold 'im t' account?

Right, let's get him!

Whoa.

This could take someone's eye out.

Back off.

Come on, people, back to your homes.

You have what you came for.

Your coming here was blatantly provocative.

I'm sorry you think so.

You may thank the Lord I managed to diffuse the situation so ably.

Indeed, George.

I salute you.

Kindly leave my house.

With pleasure.

A fine thought, to let him think 'twas his idea!

It seemed the most elegant solution.

And it saved us our estate.

Ross.

What you did, what you were about to do...

Understand, I love you with all my heart.

And I love your heart and your will to make this world a better place.

But... sometimes it'd seem you overlook the cost.

To we, as a family. To we, as husband an' wife.

Of course, I'd stand by you, and even go without,

for the sake o' the greater good.

But... sometimes...

...I feel that you take that for granted.

And I find that hard.

You're too good for me.

- No, Ross... - I mean it.

When I dragged you from that dog-fight...

...could I have known that you'd be

the saving grace of my life?

Here, race you back to Nampara?

No contest!

Did you come here to torment me?

No. To complain.

How monstrous, inconvenient it is to discover

so late in the day that my heart is engaged.

And not to the eminently suitable Sir George.

My father will never consent, so I suppose we must elope.

What? Who, you?

And I?

Could you bear it?

Yes!

Yes, I think I could bear it!

Wheal Plenty open? Who'd 'a b'lieved it?

An' the real miracle is, folk be that grateful

they say they'll make donation to the school.

Maybe I need to better my readin',

since it seems th' school shall 'ave need o' me.

So... will 'ee teach me?

Gladly.

Everyone's happy.

Oh, mistress, din' see 'ee there!

I am your mistress no longer, Tess.

Did you think you could remain after what happened today?

Ee be sendin' me away?

What saddens me is that everyone told me you mustn't be trusted.

But I wanted to prove 'em wrong.

Pack your things and go.

Think 'ee've seen th' last o' me?

Let's 'ope so!

Come.

A note from your informant, sir.

A mob calling for revolution led by Despard and Poldark

stormed Trenwith and assaulted Sir George Warleggen.

Can such men be deemed loyal to King and Country?

He is the hero, I am the villain.

So, what's the solution?

Revenge.

The bank has been obliged to issue paper instead of coin.

How hard can it be t' make like notes?

You stole him away? What are you thinkin'?

Lock him in the stables and call the constables.

Having such a document in our possession would ensure

immediate arrest.

Death to the monarchy!

We're going!

If he falls, he takes you with him.