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Right. That seems to be everything.

Not quite.

This bottle has been a silent watchdog these last years.

lt shall be my legacy for the next tenants.

Now. What about your belongings?

Everything is ready.

l don't know how you're going to leave without being seen.

- Andrew, don't fuss so. - Let me come for you.

No. No, my dear.

That would serve no good purpose at all.

The opposite, with Francis in the mood he's in.

l would be happier there to protect you.

l know the time and the manner in which to leave without being noticed.

Andrew, l have had enough time to make the arrangements.

They will not fail. Believe me.

Why go back to Trenwith at all? The Falmouth house is ready.

The devil with your wardrobe.

After five years can you not wait another 24 hours?

- No. - Ooh!

l intend to leave a letter

and l should like to see little Geoffrey once more.

lt will be some time before l see him again.

24 hours.

This time tomorrow we shall be married.

- You have no regrets? - Regrets?

l regard myself the most fortunate woman in the world.

Who else is given a second chance as l have been?

Please, my dear. Please be careful.

lt's a month since he had the fever, since we took him out of prison.

'Twas not the fever killed him.

Poor man lost the will to live Iong before we brought him home.

Jinny.

There's always a place for you at Nampara.

Thank you, sir.

Here.

Go on. Take 'em. Got more than enough for us.

Give, give, give.

l'm always accepting gifts from you.

God made the blackberries and Jinny turned them into preserves.

l had no hand in them at all. But if you've no mind to take them, no matter.

Oh, no. l shall have 'em.

We always have a need of food.

l thank you.

- Demelza... - Mm-hm?

You don't mind if l call you Demelza, do you?

'Tis what l want, Keren.

You and l could be friends.

Do you remember the first time l came into this house?

With Mr Otway and his travelling theatre.

''To this sad place the abandoned,

''lost Maria brings despair.''

That seems an age ago.

Don't you never regret leaving the actors and that life?

You mean living in them filthy caravans?

Having to beg for food and finding Otway in my bed?

Every day l wish l was back

Didn't you have no family?

My mother died when l was a babe.

l joined Mr Otway's company to get away from my father.

Never had a minute's peace from that man.

Not since l got to be ten.

We've had the same problems, you and me.

Running away from hateful parents.

But since then, why, we be nowhere near similar.

Both be wed to good men.

Oh, aye. We be that.

'Tis not often you find men that work as hard as Mark.

But you found your way here, Demelza...

while l'm alone, shivering in that hovel.

Someday you have to make up your mind what it is you want.

l want a bit of luck, same as what you found.

- Luck? - 'Tis not enough to wed good men.

You need one who can sniff out where the money lies

and where to look for his fortune - you got one like that.

Mark works day and night and we're a crust from starvation.

- Keren. - What?

You do know there's gossip about you?

Gossip?

About me? Ooh, how exciting.

- Where have you been? - What is the matter?

lt's Geoffrey.

What's happened to him?

He's sick.

Oh, Verity. He's dreadfully ill.

Dr Enys, what is wrong?

- He has the morbid sore throat. - What's that?

Acute ulceration, with swelling and fever.

- Is it serious? - l fear so.

With care and if there is no invasion of the larynx, the child should recover.

But there have been epidemics in Europe recently

and a great number have died.

lt relieves me that you are here.

What? Why?

The child will need constant attention.

l cannot say with confidence your sister-in-law will manage.

- But there is Francis. - He is resting.

He's performed an arduous task with a brandy bottle all day.

l have left medicine with Mrs Tabb

and l will call each day but remember...

the illness is most contagious, particularly to other children.

Keep the boy as warm as possible, and isolated.

Dr Enys, wait a moment.

How long does the illness last?

lt depends on several factors.

But you must know when to expect the crisis.

Tomorrow or the next day. Sometime then.

Miss Verity. You will keep constant vigilance?

Yes.

- Elizabeth, l... - Oh, Verity. My poor boy.

My poor baby.

Captain Blamey, sir? A message for you.

l feel so helpless.

Shall l sit with him?

Verity is there.

Well, is there anything that l can do?

There is nothing anyone can do. It's in the hands of God.

Elizabeth, please. l must speak with you.

What about?

Well, we've not spoken,

not properly, not in any serious manner, for a long time.

- l was wondering if we could... - Beg pardon, sir.

- Mr George Warleggan. - The devil he is!

Sorry, sir.

Please, show him in, Mrs Tabb.

Aye, ma'am.

- Perhaps later. - It was of no importance.

- How is my godson? - As well as we can expect.

- l came as soon as l heard. - That was most considerate.

May l see the boy?

The doctor has advised against all but essential contact.

Sorry.

May we offer you some refreshment?

Most kind of you, Elizabeth, but no.

l wonder if l might have a few words with you, Francis?

Do you have pressing matters to discuss?

Not pressing. l can call again if you wish.

You'll do no such thing, Mr Warleggan.

l'm sure my husband can spare a few moments of his time.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

You might be comforted a little by this.

- What is it? - A draft for f600.

Well, take it.

We have also cancelled all your personal debts to the bank.

l don't want payment. Here.

Payment? Have you forgotten?

- Forgotten? - These...arrangements

are based on the amount Matthew Sanson cheated from you.

Why should you think that we were paying you?

My family will be offended

if you don't allow us to right that disgraceful business.

Who can tell? Perhaps one day you'll reopen Grambler.

- Oh, unlikely. - Why?

The popular theory is that Grambler failed due to my inefficiency

but the truth is the mine ran out of copper.

New lodes can be found.

Hunting for them costs more than l'll ever find.

lf you continue at the card tables, l agree.

Or at the brandy.

What more do you want from me?

Nothing. l'm merely concerned for your welfare.

l wish to give, not to receive.

You have given nothing that did not bring in a handsome profit.

You have made pious noises about my future, about my welfare.

Your only purpose was to prompt me into betraying my cousin,

an act which l now find damnably hard to live with!

He is understandably distraught.

- Your son's illness. - l'm sorry.

There's no need to apologise.

lf l can be of any assistance, just ask.

- Thank you. - May l call again?

Of course.

- Verity, has... - Geoffrey is sleeping.

- His breathing... - It is easier.

- The doctor will be here soon. - Elizabeth...

- l think he is on the road to recovery. - But he has not reached his crisis point.

He sleeps peacefully.

The coughing has subsided greatly and he is swallowing more easily.

The doctor will tell us.

With God's grace, l think he is on the road to recovery.

- l shall go up. - No, leave him a while.

Mrs Tabb has instructions to find me should he awake.

lf l am asleep, she is to rouse me.

Verity, you have been of immeasurable help.

We've all worked as hard as we could. l am no exception.

You are, as Dr Enys divined when he asked you to take charge.

He merely asked me to help.

- Because he had no faith in me. - That isn't true!

However, l would prefer from this moment, Verity,

to tend to the child myself.

Whatever you wish, of course.

You are exhausted. And l am capable.

l shall ask Francis to help. He will. l know he will.

My dear Elizabeth.

Sister?

lf only you had said this yesterday.

Yesterday? Why?

No matter.

Verity!

They're not coming.

- What? - They're not coming, Ross.

Why? They know it's perfectly safe.

They've withdrawn, Captain.

- Withdrawn? - All of them.

- Trevaunance? Devoran? - All our gentlemen of means.

- But why? - The one thing we feared.

The Warleggans discovered they were behind Carnmore.

- Impossible. - It has occurred.

We've all had the same ultimatum.

Our credit and mortgages will be stopped unless we abandon this at once.

- All of you? - Aye.

And the loss of Trevaunance and Devoran

has rendered this company quite insolvent.

Not even men of substance can stand up to the Warleggans.

How? How did they find out?

The list of our shareholders lies in Pascoe's safe.

We all have too much to lose to betray ourselves or the others.

- More than Trevaunance. - You're not accusing him.

l can't believe it of him or Lord Devoran. They would not betray us.

l agree but who does that Ieave us to consider?

We'll expire because the Warleggans wish it.

What can we do? They have us. Here.

Who told them? Who?

Captain Poldark, there was one other person besides ourselves

who knew the composition of that list.

- Who? - Your cousin.

Francis?

He was here when they were mentioned.

- He's right, my boy. - No.

He's in favour with the Warleggans.

He knew our need for secrecy. It's a slander!

The culprit is an academic point. We are finished.

lt has to be him.

l shall find the truth in my own way.

For the present, l would be grateful if we keep our suspicions private.

There is no proof yet that my cousin played Judas.

- You best get that tended. - Get what tended?

- Why, that coughing. - Who's gonna pay heed to me?

'Tis a matter for our doctor.

We have a surgeon now to see we don't catch nothing nasty.

Dr Enys? Oh, aye.

Catch him getting out of his bed at night to tend to me.

Not his bed, what l've heard. More like someone else's bed.

That someone wouldn't be the name of Keren?

Be a right Daniel in the lion's den.

Daniel in the doctor's den, more like.//

l heard tell she be an actress once. You know what they say about them.

- l... - We didn't see you, Mark.

Where are you working?

Lode yonder?

lt's time someone shut your foul mouth.

- Wait! - What are you doing?

We didn't mean no harm.

- We was only joshing. - But l'm not, see?

What are you going to do with that? He's gonna kill me!

Watch out! Look what you've done!

Saints alive. He'n buried!

Dig him out, man. Dig him out.

- See that wound to his head? - Mark! Hey Mark, lad!

Can you hear me? Mark!

Suppose... Suppose he's dead!

Was his fault. Mark!

- He be all right. - Pull him out.

- 'Tis a bad cut. - Here, you great ox.

You nearly did for us all.

Mind your tongue, talking dirty about my wife.

lt was tomfoolery, Mark. Pay us no heed.

You've got a bad cut to your head there, lad.

You best get it seen to quick.

There'll be no one there. Best go home. Wash it clean.

You go up top and get away home.

- l can't afford to miss half a shift. - Never you pay no heed to that.

You go up top. Home's for you. And wash that cut good, mind.

Keren, it's only me.

Keren?

lt's nearly daylight. l must get back.

- My dearest Keren. - What's that mean?

lt means l don't want to be parted from you.

- Don't you? - Surely you know.

All l know is you will not leave Cornwall.

How can l? There are people here that need help that l can give.

Do they need you more than you need me?

l don't know.

l do.

And l can't spend the rest of my life with Mark, living there.

l shall go mad.

So l must leave and leave soon,

go back to Bristol.

Why? l don't want you to leave.

- l must! - No!

What choice do l have, Dwight?

l would stay if only l thought...

well, if l thought that there was some hope for us,

that you could truly love me

and we could find some way to be together but...it isn't so.

You've been fair and honest. It's affection you feel for me.

You've never lied.

But affection isn't enough.

Not to build hopes for the future on it.

lt has to be love, Dwight.

l have never said l didn't love you.

But no more you said you did, either.

'Tis what you meant, wasn't it?

That was six months ago.

- You mean it's changed now? - Yes!

How?

Keren, l cannot bear to lose you.

- You needn't. - Neither can l leave. Not yet.

l'd wait for you if only l thought that one day...

And how am l able to say when that might be?

- Look for me in Bristol. - Don't say that.

What else do l have?

You're all l have.

l cannot have you.

- It's better that l should go. - Keren!

l love you!

Believe me, l love you!

Trust me to find a way somehow for l can't live without you.

Oh! Oh, my darling!

l swear we shall be together.

l...l don't mind now.

l don't mind however long.

Oh, Dwight, l'll be so happy.

l love you.

Mark.

l... l been down to the beach.

'Tis so pretty.///

Oh, what's happened?

ls it so bad you can't tell me about it?

The Carnmore Copper Company is dead.

- What? - Finished.

- But it was doing so well. - Aye. Too well.

Not dead, Ross. That ain't possible.

You've overspent some. You'll have to slow down a little.

That's it. That's what it is.

Warleggan found out the names of our shareholders.

He's forced them to withdraw.

But why would he do that to you?

lt's the way of business.

There's more to it than that.

That's the nub of the matter. Profits.

They never wanted a smelting works here.

They profit as middlemen between the mines and the refiners upcountry.

But George Warleggan invited you to the ball.

- So? - l thought you were friends.

Sentimentality in these affairs does not exist.

Oh, yes, it does, Ross.

- What do you mean? - l know what caused this.

'Tis sentiment right enough. That of the Warleggan family.

ln their ambition to have no peers in matters of wealth.

l know the real cause.

You showed up their cousin to be a cheat.

At the ball, when all Cornwall was looking on.

That's what's hurt 'em.

l cannot believe the reason is so trivial.

Family honour ain't trivial, Ross,

at least not to them that never had none before.

l poured every penny into the venture. We are done.

- We may have to lose Nampara. - How?

To pay our debts.

'Tis but bricks and mortar.

You worked hard to make this a home l'm proud of.

Otherwise leaving it would be easy.

lf it has to go then 'tis done.

We'll start again somewhere else, that's all.

Saying what l feel does not come easily to me.

But l think without you l should be a sorry mess.

l shall see Pascoe.

l will mortgage my own bones before l get rid of Nampara.

- Ross. - Hm?

You were so careful to keep everything secret.

How did Warleggan find out the names?

- l have no proof. - Of what?

lt may have been Francis.

Francis?

But why?

What is done is done.

Somebody wants to break down our door.

A gentleman officer to see you, sir.

- Captain Poldark? - Yes.

My name is McNeil, Captain McNeil of the Scots Greys.

Well?

Ma'am.//

- l have grave news. - What's happened?

My troop has been detailed

to help stamp out smuggling in these parts.

A detachment of my men were patrolling towards Nampara Cove

when they found her.

- In this very spot? - Aye.Why do you ask?

We've tried to find the husband, Mark Daniel.

But he seems to have disappeared.

What can you tell me about him, Captain?

He works in my mine, Wheal Leisure. He's 22...

l think you know what l mean, sir.

He and his wife were not long married.

They were happily suited.

Keren!

Keren!

Oh, God, Ross.

Your name, sir?

This is Dr Enys.

- It was my fault. - l don't think so.

l'll never forget her face

when l saw her lying there.

Two hours before, l'd been kissing it.

l'd just told her l loved her.

And l did, Ross. l loved her.

Keren was the kind of woman who demanded a great deal from life.

l cannot continue to live here now.

That much is certain.

Why?

Is it not obvious?

The village was full of rumour about us. Everyone knew of it.

Everyone knew and yet l let it go on!

Oh, l could have stopped it. l could have told her no but...

l didn't.

l tried but l...l didn't have the courage.

And now she's dead.

Is what people think of you so important?

l am Cornish. l know our ways. We don't forgive easily.

lt took time to win the trust of the people here but l did.

Today l lost that trust forever, it won't return!

Since you are leaving you will have no way of knowing.

- Ross. - Dwight...

You blame yourself. Certainly you were involved.

But you did not kill her.

lt was because of me.

When you first came to us, you said you wanted to help the miners.

You had no thought of a fortune.

You wanted to stop the disease caused by medical neglect.

When l heard those words they sounded brave and admirable.

l meant every word of them.

- And now? - Oh, God!

How can l continue to live here now?

How can you not?//

What is it?

l found it next to Geoffrey's pillow.

The hand is Verity's.

What does she say?

''My dear brother and Elizabeth,

''l do not know if you will ever forgive me for leaving...''

- Leaving? - ''..without speaking to you.

''Now it is for me to discover a life for myself.

''A few days ago, Andrew and l were to have been married.''

Blamey.

''But l could not leave with Geoffrey so ill.

''l'll try to make amends but should that not be possible

''l still intend to find my own lodgings

''and my own salvation, God willing.

''l beg you, do not look too harshly on my actions.

''My fondest love to Geoffrey.

''Your ever affectionate, Verity.''

Andrew, l...

- Sorry to have kept you. - l got this letter...

Elizabeth regrets she cannot come down.

Did you get one? About their marriage.

l do trust the ride here wasn't too unpleasant...

Oh, Francis, stop all this nonsense!

lt wasn't easy coming here after what's happened.

lt is about Verity that l come to speak.

l refuse to discuss the affairs of my sister with the likes of you.

l came to try and make friends, Francis.

Let us not waste each other's time, madam.

You have come here to plead my sister's case,

perhaps to suggest that l take tea

with her and that wife-murderer one afternoon,

to pretend all is now amiable and to say that the years

when you allowed them to meet at your house were of no account.

Well, l do not forget and l do not forgive.

Neither have l the slightest inclination

to come to terms through an intermediary such as you.

Or Ross for that matter.

Now that he is ruined, perhaps he will understand

what l have had to endure of late.

How do you know we are ruined, Francis? Who told you that?

l bid you good day. Mrs Tabb will show you out.

So it was you.

What did you expect, hm?

Tell me.

Did you expect Francis to beg forgiveness?

There was nothing like that in my mind.

Then what was? To compare letters from Verity?

l swear you two like being at each other's throats.

l thought it was a way to end all this fighting,

- all this hatred in the family. - How would you do it with this?

l thought, now that Verity's wed, now that 'tis a fact,

Francis might see reason.

How little you know the man.

l thought he might look more kindly on her.

Oh, Ross, l know 'tis madness.

But l tried. l really tried.

l said that Verity was happy and she deserved a bit of happiness.

And we should help her now that she's married Captain Blamey.

- And Francis tossed you out. - He didn't.

- He asked you to leave. - Yes.

Without discussing one word of it.

The world is not as you read in storybooks.

l want no lectures.

You shall not go to Trenwith again without telling me.

Suppose.

lt is Mark! Mark Daniel!

- What? - Mark?

Let him in, let him in!

Come in.

- Put him over by the fire. - He be soaked through!

Come on, Mark. Food, quickly. Bring some of that broth over.

Sorry, sir, worrying you like this. l'm just so cold.

l'll give it to him. Hold his head, Ross.

Here you are now. This'll thaw thee out.

Careful now. That's the way.

W-W-Won't be a minute, sir.

l'll go soon enough. It's just so cold. l can't feel my fingers.

- Where have you been hiding? - Down Wheal Grace.

- The soldiers searched it. - l heard 'em.

Half the mine's flooded. l went under water till they passed.

- Half near drowned. - Froze to death, more like.

Have some more. Come on.

Thank you, ma'am. 'Tis warming my belly now.

l can feel it spreading.

- l killed her, Cap'n. - Drink your broth, Mark.

- No. No, thank you, ma'am. - 'Tis no more than she deserved, Mark.

l... l didn't mean to kill her.

But when l saw her, when she come out of his house,

l couldn't...couldn't stop myself.

lt's done. She's dead and the soldiers are looking for you.

lf they catch you, you'll hang.

l don't hold with murder but you were hard-pressed by Keren.

The courts aren't interested in pleas for mercy.

Can't go on hiding forever. Best give myself up.

Jinny, go upstairs and bring down all of my warmest clothes.

He can't give himself up to the soldiers, Ross.

- He isn't going to. - 'Tain't nothing but trouble.

They could arrest you for feeding me.

You worry about yourself.

Where's he to go?

My boat. It's small but it's your only chance.

Get out to sea and across to France.

- Mark, do you heed me? - l do, sir.

The tide's on the ebb around midnight.

- You can wait here. - No, go back to Wheal Grace.

Wait for me there, l'll call you. Mark!

- Cap'n... - What?

There's money in my cottage, under the mattress.

See she's not put in a pauper's grave. Give her a headstone.

- l will. - And the name.

Will you put Keren Daniel? Daniel.

She was your wife, Mark. She will be buried as such.

- Thank you, Cap'n. - l'll bring you food.

l don't want you to get in no trouble.

You won't find it easy over there. The country's up in arms.

But it's not the likes of you they're looking for.

The clothes, sir. And take this blanket.

'Twas Jim's and mine. 'Tis warm enough.

- Jinny, l'm... Thank you. - Just take good care.//

Put these on. You can change in the library.

When will you open Wheal Grace?

Never. It closed because it ran dry. Why do you ask?

Kingly lode of copper down there.

- What? - No one's seen it, l swear.

No one but me. l found it trying to escape the soldiers.

- It's the biggest lode l ever saw, Cap'n. - Are you sure? Where is it?

Bring me a pen and paper. l'll draw it.

McNeil! Hold a while before letting him in, Jinny.

Yes, sir.

- Through the library. - l'll show you the way.

- Wheal Grace tonight. - Let's go.

l wish to speak with your master.

- Captain Poldark. - McNeil. What brings you here?

l fancy you can guess.

l fear l cannot.

- Have you found Mark Daniel? - No.

- Some wine? - Thank you, no.

Of course we cannot be certain he's the culprit.

- Do you suspect anyone else? - This young doctor.

Dr Enys? Why should he kill the girl?

He was bedding her.

Love and hate quite often run together.

Ah, McNeil, you're a philosopher.

lt's less dangerous than being a Jacobite.

- Ma'am. - Captain, what a nice surprise.

lt's kind of you, ma'am. But l fear l interrupted you at supper.

The broth's still warm if you've a mind to have some.

- l thank you again but l won't. - Oh.

One day l should be honoured to look over your house.

lt's well planned, is it not?

Thank you. That's the library. Please go through.

Another time, perhaps, when l'm not so pressed with duties.

'Tis duties that brought you here?

Alas, ma'am, yes. Though now l'm minded

what a lucky man your husband is l wish it were not.

And there l was thinking it was a social call.

The captain still investigates young Keren Daniel's death.

Murder. Her murder, Captain Poldark.

Aye.

That fact is becoming overlooked.

l am trying to persuade him that Dr Enys is not a suspect.

No, not Dwight. 'Tis out of the question.

Dr Enys saves lives, not takes them.

You think the husband murdered her?

- l didn't say that. - l do.

l also say there's a plot afoot to keep him from the law.

She was playing him false. Her lover wasn't looked on as a local man.

There's powerful ties in these villages to protect their own.

No doubt it's the same in Scotland.

You will do yourself no good by harbouring Daniel.

- l am not. - Then you'll help me.

- To do what? - Find him.

- How? - You know the country.

Which way would you head? Out to sea or inland?

- l would go inland, Captain. - Why so?

First, the Channel is treacherous this time of year.

Second, France is blood-red with revolution.

Third, and l am Mark, remember...

- Aye. - l'm a miner.

l don't know boats. l don't know the sea. l don't know French.

No, l would try my luck inland.

- Would you agree with him? - Oh, indeed l would.

'Tis only common sense.

Aye. You're right.

- l'll not trouble you further. - Jinny.

l am employed to catch him, Poldark.

We all have duties that give us no pleasure.

- Sir? - Show Captain McNeil out.

Yes, sir.

Ma'am. Captain.

- Do you think he realises? - l'm not sure.

But l don't underestimate him.

He's a Scotsman.

Ross...

- Ross. - Hm?

Must you take Mark to the cove tonight?

l must. There aren't any rowlocks in the boat.

Without them, he'd find it hard rowing.

- Oh, do have a care. - Sound advice.

But a little unnecessary.

The tide will turn soon. That will get you off the coast.

Come on. Careful now. Keep your eyes open.

Sorry it had to be like this, Mark.

Thank you for your kindness, Cap'n.

l'll never forget it. Not as long as l live.

l don't deserve it. l know that. Don't deserve anything.

Just row, man, and keep on rowing. Forget the rest.

- Halt there! - Come on! Come on!

- Row, man! Row like the devil! - Get away fast, Cap'n!

Good luck!

Fire!

And over there.

After him!