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Ross?

Where is he?

Ross!

- Ross!
- They be goin'!

Ross.

We be down as far as we can go
without more drainage.

She be filling up faster than
the pumps can empty her.

Besides, lode's finished near to nothing.

l do reckon we've only brought up
enough ore to pay half wages this week.

Captain Henshawe said we should
Iook again at the old workings.

- Could be as l agree with him.
- l don't.

- It's that or bringing in a new pump.
- l can't afford it.

- We've got to do something.
- You mean l have to do something.

- You be the master.
- Yes.

Who else is there for us to look to?

lt's not as if we ain't
willing to do all we can.

l've been talking to the men.
We'd work for less if it'd help.

No, Zack. It's good of you.
But you must think of your families.

- Those without their menfolk.
- Oh, aye.

Them that was left by them
that was took by the soldiers.

- Have we any word of them?
- l saw them in Bodmin jail.

All the wounded have recovered
thanks to Dr Enys.

Bar Paul Daniel, his leg's worse.

- What will happen to 'em?
- The assizes are next week.

- No chance of them getting off.
- None at all.

- It'll be transportation for them.
- At the worst.

Or ten years in some filthy prison
like the one that killed Jim Carter.

- If you were in my position...
- No.

No, Captain.
It's times like these l thank God for it.

What did Zacky want?

- Answers.
- What answers?

- l don't have any.
- You do, Ross! You've all the answers.

Do l? Am l a sort of Providence?

lf so, God help me.

There's only coal
to run the pump for two weeks.

The money's finished!
If there was more, what's the use?

- She'll flood. If it goes on raining...
- You don't have to tell me.

That's the end of Wheal Grace.
The last working mine in the area.

Men and families driven away
by poverty, Sawle a deserted village.

- Crumbling chimneys in an empty land.
- For God's sake, man.

Let me blast that old tunnel.
l saw a trace of copper.

l'd stake my reputation on it.

On a fool's dream.

Stay and have a bite with us.

l thought you'd take the chance.

You, of all people.

A starry-gazy pasty.

Well, eat it.

Ross, if Wheal Grace goes...

- It's my loss, Demelza.
- It ain't only yours.

There's the man who lent you f2,OOO
just to keep her open

and somebody
who owns half the shares.

Elizabeth? We held them in trust for
Geoffrey Charles but l bought them back.

- What with?
- l used f600 from the loan l was given.

- You gave her f600?
- For Geoffrey Charles.

Francis put his last 600 into Wheal Grace
and left them with nothing.

- Trenwith!
- Mortgaged to Warleggan.

You owe her nothing!

She was Francis' wife,
the mother of his son.

l'm your wife, the mother of your son!

- She's a Poldark.
- You mean, she's Elizabeth!

Oh, eat your pasty.

l don't want it.

Why don't you just let Henshawe
blast the tunnel?

- There may be...
- It's dangerous.

You can't tell with an old mine.
It's damned unpredictable.

- Like a woman.
- Not like a man, l suppose?

A man acts straight and to the point.

Like Enys in the cove.
He did what had to be done.

- But Caroline...
- She thought he'd changed his mind.

So she changed hers and went off
and made them both miserable.

Men don't change their minds so easily.
She ruined his happiness.

He should be very happy
he was only fined

and not sent to Botany Bay
like Paul Daniel and the rest.

Poor devils.

There's those men's
wives and children, Ross.

The only living they've got
is from Wheal Grace.

Oh, but as you say, it's dangerous.

And you won't let Henshawe
blast the tunnel, will you?

Very well.

He can blast his head off if he likes.

l'm going up to the mine.

Well, don't be late home.

Yes, l'm lonely sometimes.
It's kind of you.

You deserve more than kindness.
l wish l could do more to help.

Pascoe told me you'd sold your shares.

For little enough.

You can't imagine what it costs to run
Trenwith, the interest on the mortgage.

ls Warleggan pressing you for payment?

- No.
- Do you see him?

One can't help seeing people. In other
people's houses, in Truro sometimes.

Very occasionally.

Does he come here?

Why would anyone come here?

You're no longer in mourning,
you're still a young, beautiful woman.

You sound like
the old gossips in the village.

- What do they say?
- That l'm looking for another husband.

Are you?

Forgive me, Elizabeth.

There's a devil in me that makes me
say and do the wrong things

- where you're concerned.
- Oh, Ross.

That devil has the same effect on me.

Now, please...

What would you make me do?

Nothing. l can't make
you do anything, can l?

That devil isn't so devilish after all.

Here's a perfect opportunity
to catch two souls for perdition.

- Stop it, Elizabeth.
- Perhaps we're already caught.

And our hell is each other.

And that unchristian gentleman
Iaughs at us for fearing to do

- what we're already damned for.
- Stop it!

But it's too late. Isn't it?

Mr Warleggan to see you, ma'am.

l'm not your first visitor today.

Er... Ross advises me
on how to run the estate.

He comes to see me occasionally.

- Er... Did he see you?
- l took care that he shouldn't.

There's no point in a confrontation

that could only
cause you embarrassment.

Forgive me, but he's the last man
to advise anyone on anything.

His own situation is desperate.

Ross likes to live on the edge of the pit.

Too hot a place for most of us.

l wish you'd take my advice.

- l do. l couldn't manage without you.
- Only in business matters.

l wish it might be in everything.

- Elizabeth...
- Please, George.

Geoffrey wrote to me
from his new school.

lt seems he's made friends
with Lord Redford's son.

He has servants and horses.
Geoffrey was overwhelmed...

- l've never pretended...
- He writes of going to London.

l've spent my life...making money.

l know it's fashionable to despise money

but what if a man can trace
his ancestors back to the ark,

and find that Noah
was a carpenter if he has no money?

No title can buy servants and horses.

Money can buy both. And a title.

Elizabeth, let me spend my money
making a life for you.

No, don't answer me yet.
There's no need to answer me yet.

l have waited so long.
l have loved you so long, Elizabeth.

l have seen your brightness
dimmed by poverty

and your spirit dulled by neglect.

l've longed to give you that setting
in society you deserve.

No, please, don't answer me yet.

But if you wish to be
the greatest lady in the county,

with a house in London where
your boy might bring friends...

No, please, don't answer me yet.

He would be my son, Elizabeth,
and heir to all my money.

l've waited, my dear.

l've suppressed those instincts strong
in a man like me to go to other women.

All my love is yours.
No, please, don't say a word.

All my wealth, my influence,

and my power are yours.

Don't answer me yet.

- Where did you go this afternoon?
- Nowhere.

- Darkie came home in a sweat.
- Trenwith.

- Why?
- l had business with Elizabeth.

What business, Ross?

l don't interfere with how you run
the house and bring up Jeremy,

- we each have our own lives.
- More than that.

lt's a poor person only lives for himself.

l have three lives.

The one least dear to me
of the three is my own.

- Tell me, Ross.
- There's nothing to tell.

l went to Trenwith,
l talked to Elizabeth, l came away.

Will you go again?

Well?

lt's so peaceful.

That's what attracted me.

This is your land?

We've been on my land
for the last half-hour.

That's where l'll build my house.

Between the river and the woods.

The plans are ready.

They're only waiting for a word.

When l was a young girl...

lt was not so long ago but it seems ages.

l had the same romantic dream
that most girls have.

A castle, on the cliffs above the sea.

With some Sir Galahad?

Most girls dream of Sir Lancelot.

And then they wake up
in an empty house,

on a cold rock above a cruel sea.

They don't dream again.

l'm not offering you a dream.

Elizabeth, will you marry me?

Answer me. Now.

Yes.

We killed up on Sawle Moor.
The vixen went to earth,

so we thought we'd come here
while they dig her out.

Where's your captain?
He should have joined us.

- The Scotsman did.
- Ross don't hunt.

l hear he hunts
the figgy pudding in the dark.

And her with a face like St Agnes.

Well, we all know
where lambs come from.

Thank you, ma'am.
'Tis a pleasure to see you again.

Are you coming to the ball
Saturday week?

- If Ross lets me out.
- Let him let himself out and let me in.

l saw your kinswoman in Truro.
The one married to a captain.

- Verity?
- She was as big as a barrel.

She was with Elizabeth Poldark,
the widow.

l reckon she won't be a widow for long.
She was buying a wedding dress.

They've dug out the vixen.

Come on.

We'll miss the sport.

Don't forget,
l'm keeping a gallop for you.

Well, Mistress Poldark,
have you not a word for me?

You played me a fine trick
but forgive and forget.

Here's my hand on it.

There's an old Scottish saying -

''Give a man a crumb,
he'll try and take the whole loaf.''

What's Scottish about that?

The pertinacity!

- l cannot write to him.
- You must tell Ross yourself.

- How can l? It's the last...
- Simply and straightforwardly.

Yes, you're very simple
and straightforward.

- l hope so.
- When it suits you, Verity.

But not when you ran off
with Captain Blamey.

You asked me to stay here
until the marriage.

- Of which you obviously disapprove.
- You're my brother's widow.

What feelings l have are second
to my duty to be with you.

- There must be one Poldark at the feast.
- Write to Ross.

Or else you may find there is another.

l think he will accept
the situation if you write to him.

Ross! As if there were some wild demon
out there to be placated.

Shall we have a Helston Flurry
and sacrifice a virginity

to fetch the summer home?
l would have done it once.

You're going to marry
George Warleggan.

Yes! Oh, why don't you say
what you're thinking?

That l'm marrying for money?

l thought, perhaps for your son.

You Poldarks
are a pious lot of hypocrites.

Oh, l can marry Warleggan
for my son's sake, he's a Poldark.

Francis can ruin himself,
Ross can marry a kitchen wench

and you can throw yourself
away on a drunkard -

you're all Poldarks!

But l, l cannot gratify
my desire for money or a man

without you turn away
your eyes for shame.

l must make my excuses
and apologise to Ross.

- l asked you merely...
- To beg for his forgiveness.

- No!
- If l write to him at all

l'll say l don't need him any more.

Do it gently.

- Elizabeth, Ross is...
- Is what?

A failed man angry with himself
for not being greater than he is.

l'm going to marry a great man.

And, in time, a titled one.

You're all such little people.

l hope we are. l hope we know we are.

But we can love
as well as lords and ladies

and when we die,
our loved ones weep real tears.

Aye, and your child
will be born on a Friday.

Oh, what must l write?

That Fate has been cruel to you.
That you must live in the world.

That you must consider the future
and provide for Geoffrey Charles.

That Mr Warleggan made
an offer of marriage

which, taking all these things
into account, you have accepted.

That you trust he will see
the reason for this measure,

and continue with his friendship

which you value.

- Are you writing that?
- No.

ls that the letter you wrote
when you ran off with Captain Blamey?

No, l am a different woman.

''Ross. l will marry George Warleggan.

''Nothing but this can save me
from a life of desolation.

''You cannot stop me.

''Your one-time cuz, Elizabeth.''

Are you so unhappy?

l am ecstatic!

Ma'am! Ma'am!

There's someone to see you, ma'am!

Missus... Missus!

'Tis Mistress Blamey! Miss Verity as was!

Prudie. Oh, look at the mess.
Run down and tell her to wait.

- l couldn't wait!
- Oh!

- Demelza.
- Verity!

- Well, look!
- She be carrying high up.

- Be a boy, l do reckon.
- Go and make some tea.

Oh, it's the best thing in the world.

- l think so.
- Oh, not him, he's a monster.

Say something
to your Aunt Verity. Go on!

Oh, go on!

He never speaks when you ask him to.

- Like Ross.
- Mm.

- How's Andrew?
- He's well.

Demelza, it's everything
l hoped it would be.

And you made it possible.

Well, if we'd left it
to Francis and Andrew...

- You staying at Trenwith?
- Mm.

- How's Elizabeth?
- She seems well enough.

Oh.

When Andrew's at home, we...

Oh, Demelza, they're such little things
yet they mean everything to me.

l never hoped to have a husband.
A family.

l know l'm happy.
That's happiness, isn't it?

- Something you know and can't say.
- Mm. Happiness and unhappiness.

- Where's Ross?
- Oh, he's at Wheal Grace.

Well, l think he's at Wheal Grace.
They're blasting a new tunnel.

- Verity...
- What is it, my dear?

You can say it to me.
l've known Ross longer than you have.

- So has Elizabeth.
- Elizabeth?

Ross and Elizabeth. You know.

What is it? What do you think l know?

That Ross and Elizabeth are lovers.

- Oh no. You're so wrong.
- They are. l know they are.

Verity, l'm so unhappy.

What are you laughing for?

- George?
- Yes, George.

- Warleggan?
- George Warleggan.

- Mrs Warleggan?
- She thinks it's Lady Warleggan.

What? Are they giving
knighthoods for shoeing horses?

- Please may l have my tea?
- Ross! What will Ross say?

- Tea!
- Who will tell him?

Elizabeth's written a letter.
You can give it to him this evening.

Warleggan! Oh! What a fool!

- Elizabeth is not a fool.
- Well, then, he is.

They're bound to be miserable.

She'll be rich and he'll be miserable.

Where will they live? At the Warleggans'?

Trenwith, until George builds his house.

- A Warleggan at Trenwith?
- Demelza!

lt's been Warleggan against Poldark,
Poldark against Warleggan for years!

My dear, Trenwith was once my home.

l've no feud with George,
nor should you have.

Remember Francis and Andrew's feud.

What good did that do?
George is not an enemy.

Well, you tell Ross.

You tell Ross that Elizabeth, his love,
is going to marry George, his enemy.

- He may have loved her once.
- Well, where is he now?

- You said he was at Wheal Grace!
- Or Wheal Elizabeth.

l can't abide this hatred, Demelza.

l can't be reasonable when you
are not and go on arguing.

Oh, l'm sorry, Verity.

l've got the blue devils,
l've crossed them somewhere.

l shouldn't put it on to you.

Well, l have blue devils of my own.

lf there's a war,
if Andrew has to go far away.

lf l'm alone.

There's enough trouble
in the world without inventing it.

My dear, everything will be all right.
You'll see.

Here's the letter for Ross.

l'll see him before l return to Falmouth.

Tell him not to be too angry.

lt'll be all right.

- Kiss Jeremy for me.
- Yes.

Everything will be all right.

- What if l called it off?
- You couldn't do it, Cap'n.

The powder. The taste and the smell
gets into your brain.

And drives you to the devil's deed.

Aye. Get back up the old shaft.

There'll be 30 seconds clear
after the fuse is lit.

Gently, Zacky,
or we'll all be singing hallelujah.

Aye. Or crying, ''Hell, it's hot!''

God in His mercy, give us grace.

Give me two minutes.
Then l'll be coming up myself. Fast.

- l'll light the fuses.
- Owner's privilege.

- Oh, thank God for that.
- 20 seconds to go.

Get through the back.
We can't be sure she'll hold.

- Ten.
- Here.

Now!

- Damn you!
- Them fuses were in tight.

- Not you.
- You lit them.

Are you accusing me? If you doubted
my ability you could have taken that risk.

- l don't know what's wrong either.
- l suppose you want me to find out.

- It'd be madness to go down there!
- The whole idea was mad.

- Mad and bad. Bad work, sir!
- It's my responsibility.

l said it was my responsibility.
l'm going back down.

Ah! No, sir. No!

lt isn't safe yet. Give it an hour or two!

l'm going down.

Get back! Get back, it's going!

l'll tell Henshawe's people.
There'll be a service at the mine.

- We could get him out.
- The mine's closed, Zacky.

- This is the last money they'll get.
- We might salvage something.

Let it lie there.

Jud will go with you to Sawle.

There's something for every family.

- Might see them through the winter.
- You've given every last penny!

- Some won't take it.
- They'll do me no favour by it.

Captain!

You're right. There's no time
for fine words and favours.

l bid ee good night.

Henshawe's folk live in Truro.

Leave it for tonight, Ross.

You might write something
they'll misunderstand and regret it.

- It wasn't your fault.
- What difference between killing a man

- and letting him kill himself?
- You couldn't have stopped it.

l could have stopped him.

Demelza, the money l was loaned,
l kept back f200.

l'm going to send it
to Henshawe's family.

- It means we'll have nothing.
- It means we'll have no money.

lt's little enough for a man's life.

l could have stopped him.

There was a sort of compulsion.

As if what was to happen somehow
took us over, possessed us.

- As if some devil...
- Now, Ross.

- He said l couldn't stop it...
- For God's sake, Ross.

Oh, that's nothing.
Verity brought it. It's not important.

l didn't want you to see it tonight.

- You know what she says?
- Verity told me.

- l can't let it happen.
- Ross.

l must stop her. l'm going to talk to her.

- Tomorrow.
- Now.

- It's too late now.
- She needs my advice.

Does she ask for your advice?

ln a letter saying she's going
to marry George Warleggan?

- Don't go to her, Ross.
- You don't understand.

l'm going to talk to her, to stop her.
l'm the only one who can stop her.

lf you go to Elizabeth now...

ls that you, Verity?

Ross!

What's happened?

Where are Mrs Tabb and the servants?

l didn't want to disturb them.

l climbed in.

What's the matter? Is Demelza ill?

You can't just climb in.

Henshawe was killed in the mine today.

- l'm sorry.
- l could have stopped him but l didn't.

- Understand what l'm saying?
- That Henshawe is dead.

That he's dead because of me.

l let him throw his life away.

l'm sorry, Ross, but you must go.

Wheal Grace is finished. Torn apart.

Please go, Ross.

You mustn't throw your life away,
Elizabeth. l won't let you.

Whatever he's offered you,
it isn't worth it.

You didn't think me worth
so much before. It's too late now.

lt's not too late.

You can go the way you came.
No one will know.

But if you insist on staying, l'll call out.

- l came to talk to you.
- Talk?

Do you think you can talk me out
of making something of my life?

l'll stop you.

Ross.

- l must stop you.
- Oh, my God. Ross.

Missus.

Go to bed.

'Tis no use you waiting here in the dark.
You come to bed.

Oh, why, Prudie, why?

lt be all right.

- Why did he do it? l loved him.
- Come to bed, missus.

He's broken it, it's broken,
he's ruined it, it's ruined.

- Oh, Prudie.
- l know.

Oh, Prudie.

Goings-on.

- Did she see aught?
- No.

She hadn't. He hadn't, neither.

Should think not. Out all night?

- She were up all night.
- So what do you reckon?

Aye, ee be lucky, l be a home-loving man.

There's some as be lucky
and some as hadn't.

- He be coming.
- Saddle Darkie.

We're just done, sir.
What you got? The devil's gallstone?

Where's your mistress?

- Where's yourn?
- Damn you, woman!

l'm going into Truro.
l may have to stay until Sunday.

You'll miss the Bodrugans' party,
will you mind that?

Some rocks thrown up by the explosion.
l'm taking them to be assayed.

Demelza?

Haven't you got anything to do?

- No, miss.
- Go and look after Jeremy. Go on.

- l was saying that l...
- l don't care.

Then it doesn't matter.

lt doesn't matter.

- l'm going.
- Go! Go to her!

Go to the devil.///

l say, Con. Do we really hunt with these
folk? l don't recognise half of them!

You're looking at their top halves.

When you're on your horse,
you're usually looking at their bottoms.

Good God, there's old Wentworth.
l thought he'd broke his neck.

He has. Take more than that
to keep him from a free dinner.

Oh, take care, ma'am, take care.

l do, Mr Wentworth! Now, don't move.

Osborne will bring your dinner.
Look at all the good things.

Osborne, fetch your father a fork.

- Oh, not now, Mater.
- Osborne, get me a bottle.

- Already?
- Of port, ma'am. Go on, boy.

Do you think you should, Mr Wentworth?

Oh, there's Mrs Halse.

We're over here!

- Only pleasure left.
- Over there!

Shan't be a moment, my dear.

Come along, Osborne.

Ma'am! Ma'am!

Squire and Mrs Wentworth.

l don't suppose you have a corkscrew?

By St George, you'll have 'em
riding cock-a-horse!

With rings on her fingers
and bells on her toes!

And she shall have music
wherever she goes.

Why, Captain!

You look prettier than l do.

My dear Madam. We're the two
prettiest people in the room.

Black Man!

- Did you ever see such a charming girl?
- You covet your neighbour's ox, sir.

Not his ox, Parson. His ass.

- Has anybody got a...?
- Look, Mrs Halse.

Have you ever seen such a sight?

For charity, ma'am. 'Tis only a Scotsman
with a bag under his arm.

Ma'am, you dance
like the wind on the heather.

You make a fair breeze yourself.

- Demelza.
- Ah!

- Osborne!
- Coming, Pater.

- Oh, Miss Halse.
- Oh, Mr Wentworth!

- Osborne! My dinner!
- Jolly good, wasn't it, Pater?

Cuckolds all awry!!

- Do you dance, Osborne?
- Oh, enthusiastically, Dorothy.

Madam, for pity's sake!

- Oh!
- Oh, l must sit down.

What a guzzler!

Glad to see you enjoying yourself,
Mr Wentworth!

Dear Mrs Wentworth, ah...

Do you see Mistress Poldark?
l do not see Captain Poldark!

- Oh, Mr Clarence!
- You've had your bottle!

Miss Tring? Mrs Halse.
Who's Miss Tring?

- Ahem.
- Who's that?

ls that you, Sir Hugh?

l was looking for the privy.

- Top of the stairs. Behind you.
- Oh.

- Hm.
- Damn it, what are you doing?

Ah. Well, l'll not deny it.

l have an assignation
with the lady in this room.

- So have l!
- You must be mistaken.

What, in my own house?
It's you who are mistaken, sir.

- To prove it, l'll tell you her name.
- Would it being with a D, perhaps?

Damn!

- It's my house!
- It's my assignation.

lt would be a pity to lose an opportunity
that might never occur again.

One of us shall go in first.

As gentlemen, we will toss a coin for it.

Have you a penny?

Tails.

Mistress Poldark!

Demelza!

My darling.

lt's me. Malcolm.

l've come for my reward.

Here. Let me help you.

- What are you doing?
- Oh, mercy.

- You invited me.
- Did l?

Oh. Oh, yes.

- l was going to do something.
- Oh, you will, my dearest.

- But l've forgotten...
- l'll remind you, D...

- Oh, quelles culottes!
- Ross did it, so l thought l'd do it too...

Well, l've changed my mind.

Oh, Demelza.

- l can't...
- Tu es belle!

Try holding your breath.

- It's no good.
- It's going to be wonde_ul!

See, Captain, l...
No, l was going to take a lover...

- Yeah, well, here l am.
- It's no good being like he is.

- Oh, baisez-moi!
- l'm better than he is.

Ow! Oh, it's too late now.

You brought me here to cuckold
your husband and cuckold him l will!

- Captain! Oh!
- Ow! Aaah!

Oh, oh, oh.

Ow!

Oh, damn it! Ow!

Ooh! It's stopped.

By George! It's heads.

Demelza.