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- You have the pistols?
- Of course.

Did you have any difficulty?

Only the difficulty of believing

you're still the rational man
l once knew.

No sign of them.

l wish l could hope Adderley
had thought better of it.

Even by his standards
this meeting is irregular.

ln what way?

Well, as challenger,

he should have offered you
the choice of weapons.

Yet, before you even consulted me,
you accepted all his terms.

l've never used a sword except
in practice with the regiment.

With a pistol
l have a good idea what happens

when the trigger is pulled.

Ross, are you prepared to apologise?

For resenting his insult to my wife?

You did more than just resent it.

When l think of all the suffering
in the world already

and the killing being done in the war...

lf Adderley wishes
to withdraw on those grounds...

l'd be willing to let the matter drop.

You don't sound to me
as though you're really willing.

Do we have your understanding

that nobody but ourselves
is privy to this meeting?

You appreciate that duelling is illegal.

Full secrecy has been observed
on our side, Mr Craven.

And, if also on yours,
may l ask who is to benefit from this?

With no honour to be maintained
in the face of others,

why not shake hands
and go home to a hearty breakfast?

l think it is time to begin,
don't you, Craven?

God curse it,
bloodshed will solve nothing.

Show him our pistols too, Dwight.

Poldark. It is possible,
even at this early hour,

the shots may attract attention.

So, if l should kill or wound you,

l shall not enquire into your injuries
but ride away at once.

ln the opposite circumstances,

you have my full permission
to do the same.

lf his aim proves better
than mine, Dwight...

l ask you as my closest friend

to bear responsibility
for all at Nampara.

- Nothing is writ down...
- It is understood.

They are waiting.

14 paces will l count,
gentlemen. Are you ready?

One, two,

three, four, five,

six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

Attend!

Present!

Fire!

Dr Enys! Captain Adderley
is serious wounded!

l'll go for a chair.

Twist it. Bind it tight
or you'll bleed to death.

- Where's Craven going?
- Gone for a chair.

Damn pistols.

Damn near missed him altogether.

Ross! Can you come over here, Ross?

You can hold this pad on
Adderley's stomach,

- l'll see to your arm.
- l'll hold the pad meself.

Tell Poldark to clear off.

Can you ride?

- l hope so.
- Then go.

Craven's gone for a chair
but he might come back with the watch.

l'll stay till the chair comes.

- Go while you have the chance.
- l'll wait for the chair.

You're a fool.

l wish l'd killed you.

No room for damn fools.

Hurry! Hurry!

There's little time!

Conditions have been properly
observed, Captain.

Slip away before you're seen.

l'll follow you.

Quick! Quick!

Come along, Valentine. Polly's going
to take you for your walk now.

See he doesn't go too near the horses.

You can ride again after dinner.

How are you feeling?

- Fatigued but well.
- February you said?

That's what Dr Behenna said
and Dwight Enys confirmed it.

You must take good care
in the last month.

We don't want a repeat
of what happened with Valentine.

Oh, to think l'd been putting off
telling you.

Why? You must have known
l'd be pleased.

Yes, of course.

When do you expect
to return to Parliament?

Within the month, if Wilbraham's
already found room for me.

But there is better news...

Yes?

A Mr John Craven, sir,
who asks if you can receive him.

l know no one of that name.

A close friend of Captain Adderley.

- He needs to speak to you, most urgent.
- l'll see him in the hall.

Thanks to Monk l have an appointment

- with Mr Pitt on Friday.
- The Prime Minister?

l have writ to tell him that
l now have control of two seats

and l intend to use them to support
his administration in all questions.

l understand from Monk
that Pitt meets favour with favour.

ln what way?

lt won't happen for some months,
but it'll be something

a man might be proud to present to
his wife on the birth of his second child.

- What is it?
- We must both wait until then.

That's done at least.
Will you empty the bowl, Demelza?

l had to take a tiny piece of bone out.

Ross!

He's fainted, it's understandable.

l'll never forgive him for this, Dwight.

You'll meet your landlady.
You could say that...

he had an accident in the street.

Arm crushed by a cartwheel.

We can't afford for the truth
to come out, Demelza.

- Did l faint?
- Yes.

The pain should be a little easier now.

A little, thank you.

- How is Adderley?
- l managed to get him home.

ln his case, the ball
was lodged in the pelvis.

l extracted it.

Whatever he and Craven say
about secrecy

it seems to me it'll come out
soon enough

if we're both in this condition.

You're not both in this condition.

l did what l could for Adderley.

But he died.

- Captain Adderley?
- An accident in Hyde Park.

With his pistols, or so Craven says,
at dawn this morning.

- Where are you going?
- To learn what l can.

He's dead?

Craven managed to find a chair
and they carried him home

but who do you think attended him?

- Dr Enys.
- Dwight Enys?

Who happened to be
in the park at the time.

At dawn? Why?

Acting as somebody's second?

A noted duellist like Adderley does not
practise with his pistols at dawn.

10 guineas?

To settle a gambling debt for him.

l'd have thought Craven
could have done it.

- But Adderley wanted you to.
- Why?

Craven had paid the men
who brought the chair,

so they'd keep their mouths
shut about you.

- In return, you could...
- l don't mind doing it.

l'm amazed that his only concern
was a paltry gambling debt.

A matter of honour, he said.

Honour was everything to Adderley.

- Who am l to pay it to?
- That's the odd thing.

- George Warleggan.
- How do you feel?

- Better.
- Well enough for a visitor?

- Who?
- Your nephew, Geoffrey Charles.

- What did you say?
- An accident in the street.

lf l sent him away he might wonder.

- He's a not a child any more.
- Ask him in.

Geoffrey Charles, come in.

- l say, is he serious ill?
- No, no, no.

- Dr Enys!
- How are you, Geoffrey Charles?

Well, blister me tripes,
what have you been doing, Uncle?

Run over by a cart?
l had no idea you could be so careless.

- It's only my arm.
- And your own sawbones to attend you.

l'll be back later, Ross.
You need complete rest

- and try not to lift that arm.
- l'll see you out.

l expect Geoffrey would like some food.

- Would you ask Mrs Parkin?
- Of course.

Extraordinary thing -
why does everyone assume l'm hungry?

- Aren't you?
- Yes.

Are you staying with your parents?

For a day and a night.

l told my tutor they'd expect a visit.

l've not seen much of stepfather George.

- Which is something of a mercy.
- They know you came to see me?

Mama will have guessed -
she told me you were here.

- How's Drake?
- He'd find you changed.

l hope not. School's not so bad
now l'm no longer a junior.

And next term l mean to take a mistress.

- Do you now?
- The other fellows have amours.

We Poldarks are expected
to be blooded early, l think.

Though l'll one day
cut a figure in society,

l'll never forget how Drake
taught me to make a wheel.

What use is that
if you mean to become a fop?

l'll only be a fop in the town, Uncle.

ln the country l've as much
affection for old Sawle church

as l'll have in London
for women and gaming.

- You do it, after all.
- What?

Live in two worlds.
Well, you do now, don't you?

l say, Uncle, how did you come
by quite such a bloody accident?

Ross wouldn't fight a duel.

lt is his nature to be violent.
We know that well.

He shall not escape justice.

ln law, duelling is
no justification for murder.

Captain Adderley escaped enough times.

Valentine, it's time for bed.

Adderley had influential contacts.
Your cousin has not.

l'll speak to the Attorney General
on the matter, he is a member of White's.

Would you go to these lengths
if Ross had been killed by Adderley?

lt surprises me that,
when you are carrying our second child,

you find room in your heart
for a man who just killed my friend.

He is my cousin, George.

As long it's only kinship
that concerns you so.

Of course it is.

Well, blister me tripes,
what a pretty domestic scene.

- The family at tea.
- Where have you been?

Studying the gallants
in Vauxhall Gardens.

Seeing how to ogle the ladies,
it was most diverting.

Before that l called on Uncle Ross.

- The devil you did.
- Mama told me he was in town.

l didn't tell you to visit him.

l say, Valentine,
what a race you're riding.

- And how was Uncle Ross?
- Sick, l'm afraid.

- Indeed.
- Some foolish encounter with a dray.

lnjured in the arm,
all wound up with a bandage.

Egad, do look at Valentine.

- Is that not extraordinary?
- What?

He's the spitting image of Uncle Ross.

Why have l not noticed it before?

Don't be so foolish.

Valentine, l said it was
time you were in bed.

Can't you see it too, Stepfather?

George, George...

l've nothing to fear but gossip.

Which could lead to something worse.

And it will if l stay here, skulking indoors
as if l had something on my conscience.

- And haven't you?
- It was a duel.

- He would have killed me.
- They will call it murder.

If you're arrested...

- Who is it?
- It's only me.

Come in, Caroline.

- Ross, you're up.
- And on my way to the House.

You couldn't have called
at a better time.

Demelza has need of your company.

Demelza. Dwight says he was
Iucky not to lose his arm.

And he has a strong resistance
to infection.

Not strong enough
to resist the infection of...

- hating Monk Adderley.
- The hate was mutual.

- And once honour is involved...
- Is not life more important?

And l don't just mean Monk's.

- If Ross is arrested again...
- It will not come to that.

The constables could knock at
any minute. When you knocked...

Demelza, it's all surmise.
There is no evidence.

Four years ago, Ross risked everything

to rescue Dwight from a prison
in France - that l call honour.

But to risk everything
over a senseless quarrel?

And not just himself -
his wife, his children, his home...

That l call dishonour.

- You do know men.
- Not men like that.

Demelza.

Go kindly with him.
From what l know of Ross,

he's getting all the criticism
he deserves -

from himself.

Valentine?

You know you're not allowed
in here any longer.

Your hobbyhorse is in
the nursery now. Run along.

lf the child will not do as he is told,

- you should discipline him.
- l would if l had good reason.

This is a very small house

and his constant presence
around me l find tedious.

You should at least appreciate

that he fought the duel
because he loves you.

To kill or be killed for?

l find that dreadful, unbearable.

He just slipped away in the morning.

l might never have seen him again.

Then at least thank God
that he wasn't killed.

Caroline...is it true that
Dwight goes home tomorrow?

Yes.

He thinks more and more of his patients,

so we decided it was best for him to go.

- Are you not to go with him?
- No.

l'm not ready for Killewarren yet.

Perhaps in a week or two.

Demelza, l didn't send
for Dwight to fetch me home.

Just to assure him
that l do love him deeply.

As l love Ross.

l love him terribly
but l only bring him unhappiness.

- You know that's not true.
- Well, in London, anyway.

l enjoyed that party you took us to.

The fine dresses, the music, the dancing.

l even enjoyed being singled out
by Captain Adderley.

lt was flattering.

l did nothing to encourage him,
just agreed to go into supper with him.

You know l'm not acquainted
with London manners.

l didn't want to offend him.

The party didn't lead to the duel.

Apparently it was something
Monk said about you at the House.

- What?
- l don't know.

But if l hadn't been here,
the duel would have never taken place.

Caroline, will you do something for me?

- Yes, of course.
- Come here early tomorrow.

l doubt if Sir John will move in the matter
without even witnesses to call on.

No one has looked for witnesses.
Poldark has not even been questioned.

lt's outrageous he should sit in
the House, his arm in a sling,

on the very bench where Adderley sat,

- while everyone knows...
- No one knows anything

except it was
a highly irregular encounter.

But then, two army men,
infantry at that, both mad as Ajax -

- what can you expect?
- That justice be done.

You're suggesting that Adderley
was shot in the back?

lt was a fair fight and at least
Poldark has the courage

to hold his head up high.

- George?
- Damn good shot too, to get Adderley.

Dr Enys attended Adderley
on his deathbed.

Through him l received
a strange request.

- Well?
- To give you ten guineas.

ln payment of some wager
Monk had with you and lost.

l don't know what it concerned

but as the last request of a dying man
l could not ignore it.

What the devil are you...?
Steady on, Poldark.

One duel's enough
for any parliamentary session.

Now, tell me about yourself.

l have two children.

One by my first husband,
the other by my second.

- l am now with child again.
- About four months forward?

Let me say that the child
is not illegitimate

- and l do not wish to lose it.
- Good.

l am told you have many skills,
Dr Anselm.

So?

l would like this child
to be born prematurely.

At eight months, perhaps even seven.

ls it possible?

There is risk.

- To me or the child?
- Both.

- How much?
- l will need to examine you.

Yes.

At what age did you have your children?

20 the first, 29 the second.

Were there any difficulties?

The...second was born
just eight months after my remarriage.

What you are thinking
is also in my husband's mind.

And you think that if this one
was born prematurely,

he would be more reassured
about the first?

- Yes.
- There is risk.

- So you said.
- And only you can say

if the risk is worth it.

l love my husband.

lt's too late for me to have
any other life but at his side.

What might have been once
is all behind.

But l need him to love me unreservedly.

No nagging doubts, no setting me apart.

She's gone, left just a note.

You didn't leave a note
when you slipped away.

- Did you know about this?
- She asked me to call.

l'm later than l promised.

- To explain?
- Certainly.

''Gone home on the coach with Dwight.''

- When will you go home?
- Does she want me home?

- Of course she does.
- One might doubt that.

Ross, do you think your landlady

could provide us with some chocolate?

l woke so late l've not had breakfast.

You were very gentle.

Do you mean to have
the baby in London

or are you returning shortly
to the country?

Did l say l was from the country?

No, Mrs Tabb, but in London
l can attend the birth myself.

- l have my own physician.
- He can be relied on?

- Yes.
- Good.

l have made you up a simple,
little vegetable remedy

that l know to be efficacious.

lf you take it as prescribed,
no more, no less -

l have written down
the precise amounts -

it is likely you will produce a living child

in the manner you desire.

You have two times to select from.

Mid-December and mid-January.

- l would recommend earlier.
- Why?

Well, the child at seven months,
although less mature,

is better positioned for birth.

At eight months, it turns.

Keep this with you always.

When the time comes, it might be
that you don't want to take it.

You want to go your full term.

But if you are still of the same mind

it is there for your need.

lf there are any complications,

if, for instance, the uterine spasms
continue long after birth

do not hesitate to confide
in your physician.

You will find l am not the only doctor

capable of keeping his own counsel.

Thank you, Doctor.

ls it a girl or a boy that you want?

A girl.

l feel sure you will be safely
delivered, Mrs Tabb.

l shall think of you.

ln December.

l had to fight him,
he impugned her honour.

Demelza is a miner's daughter.

Honour, in duelling?

Ross, she cannot comprehend
such things.

So she runs home and leaves me?

She knew the duel was because of her.

lf you can react
as unreasonably as you did

she feared if she stayed
she might cause you more pain.

Over another man? l did not
think she had such inclinations.

You know full well she has not.

Even if it were so, we all look
elsewhere from time to time.

For my part, l know that Dwight
was the only man

l ever wanted to marry

but not the only man
l ever wanted to bed.

l could happily lie with you
tonight, Ross, as perhaps you know.

Do l?

l believe you could take me
as no other man could,

matching my arrogance with your own.

- Are we both so arrogant?
- In lots of ways.

But not Demelza, nor Dwight.

Their loyalty is such

that they could never regard
another man or woman as...

Well, as you and l
are looking at each other now.

Supposing we did make love.

Demelza would be deeply hurt.

Though hardly more so than you
have hurt her over this duel.

Monk Adderley challenged me.

Ross...you cannot seriously think

that he had any kind
of a chance with her?

l didn't think
Hugh Armitage had a chance.

Yes, that's why you fought the duel.

- What do you mean?
- It wasn't Adderley you shot.

- It was Hugh Armitage.
- It was a straightforward duel.

lt was nothing of the kind.

You killed Adderley
because you couldn't kill Hugh.

lf it hadn't been for Hugh
you would have laughed at Adderley -

a worthless rake who used a pistol

because duelling
was his only form of revenge

on men more successful
with women than he was.

Well, he's dead, Ross.

And even if the wrong blood was shed

it should settle your quarrel
with Demelza once and for all.

When l realised
what Hugh meant to her

it was as though
l'd lost faith in all humanity.

lt engendered
such lowness of spirit in me

l felt l had to kick -

rebel against all
the rottenness around me.

Well, now that you have kicked

why do you stay amongst
the rottenness you despise so much?

lf Demelza knows where she belongs,

don't you too, in your heart?

- Resign my parliamentary seat?
- Yes. Why don't you?

lf one wants to do any good in this world

one first has to acquire
the power to do it.

l suspect
one can only get enough power

if one acts like George Warleggan.

And that, l think, is not your way.

Why do you stay in London, Caroline?
What keeps you here?

l shall go home soon.

As soon as l'm sure that this time
it will be for good.

Perhaps one aspect of arrogance

is refusing to accept
what life has ordained for you.

Country doctor's wife.
But you love Dwight.

Yes. As you love Demelza.

Can we both live in different worlds?

- Geoffrey Charles thinks he can.
- Geoffrey Charles?

l smiled at him for that
and he threw it back at me.

So, we should both cultivate
more humility, should we?

lt comes hard to people like us.

l too could happily lie with you, Caroline.

As perhaps you know.

Yes.

But we shall not.

Because you are loyal and because l...

Well, l may have
the instincts of a wanton

but the emotions of a wife.

And Dwight? Oh, l have
too much love for Dwight.

And too much love for Demelza.

And especially, Ross,
too much love for you.

Oh, Jeremy! Whee!

How you've grown!

Hasn't he grown, Dwight?
Oh, my lovely boy, l've missed you.

Where's your sister?
You go and fetch her for me.

And also tell Prudie that l'm back as well.

- Off you go.
- Clowance! Clowance!

l don't think he's
as clean as he should be.

- Of course he is.
- Oh, it's so good to be back.

Mm. l must get home myself.

- You'll stay the night at least?
- No.

l'm anxious to hear
how my patients have fared.

Your children won't want
to share your homecoming with me.

Dwight, l lost my first child too.

- Julia.
- Nature makes full recompense.

- For you, perhaps.
- And for you and Caroline.

But first she must come home.

You heard sister's back?

- When?
- This morning. l'm on my way to see her.

- Will you come?
- When l've finished this.

She'll want to know 'tis all well with you.

l'll see her soon.

Can l tell her you're returned
to the Connection?

- Don't say more than the truth.
- But If l could say there 'twas hope.

- What do you see up there?
- Demelza coming to us?

She'd do that.

No, wait, Sam, l'm not sure.

Does Drake Carne live here still?

Oh, my love.

Have you come home?

- Morwenna? Come to Drake?
- l left them together.

l was coming to see you anyway, sister.

l don't know how 'twill be between them

but 'tis certain he needs her.

Drake and l have wrestled
with the powers of darkness.

ln the end, thanks to the Lord,

Drake began to put the forge to rights.

Most is now repaired
and some of his trade be back

but we've not yet climbed fully
from the mire of despond.

Maybe Morwenna will give him
the last helping hand he needs.

But l hear he is still estranged from God.

Oh, Sam...

Let us first hope he can end
his estrangement from the world.

When l was about 15, l remember
happening on a stag hunt.

A young deer had been killed,

all its grace and beauty
stretched out on a rock.

Then a huntsman came with a knife
and split open its belly.

lts entrails, heart, liver, bowels,

were all pulled out to stink in the sun.

Morwenna...

But it was still the same deer, Drake,

so that day when you came
to the vicarage,

after the way Osborne had treated me,

though l loved you,
l could only feel revulsion.

- My love...
- It was like the deer.

All that was beautiful between us
had somehow been made foul.

And l still feel the same.

The very thought of lying with a man...

- Even me?
- Even you.

l only came to explain about
the day you came to the vicarage.

l want you to understand.

You're going back to Lady Whitworth's?

No, l've left her for good.

She shouted at me
but l said l was only an expense to her

and wasn't l leaving her my son?

- Your son?
- His son.

l thought tonight l could go to Penrice.

Elizabeth is my cousin.
She'll make me welcome.

After that, l shall seek
a position as a governess again.

Will you marry me?

Drake...

l am still contaminated.

lf you were to touch my body,
l would shrink away

because across my mind
would come the thought of his hands.

After you turned me away,
l resolved l don't marry at all.

l told Sam. So, you see,
if l were to marry you...

- Drake, l've told you.
- In name only.

ln church, mind, proper.

l don't ask for carnal love,

not when l'd resolved
to have no woman anyway.

Maybe some day it would come
but l'd not press for it.

Did you truly come all this way
just to explain?

Yes.

Not because you wanted
to be with me, more than anyone?

Oh, Drake.

There's more to love than
you knew from him, Morwenna.

There's working together,
sharing together,

the sunrise and the sunset,

the sound of the sea birds,

the smells of spring.

And if you enjoy those
with the one you love,

that's enjoyment fou_old.

Do you not think l'd give my life
to share that with you?

l was so afraid
l would never convince you.

- l am not a whole woman any longer.
- You're Morwenna...who l love.

l am damaged, crippled...

Morwenna...

l'm not even touching you now.

Not even to wipe away your tears.

Welcome home.

You've certainly grown rounder.

At six months, l would have.

Polly, take Valentine
and give him some milk.

A letter from Lady Whitworth. Your
cousin Morwenna's latest ingratitude.

l know. It happened just before
l got back from London.

That letter's been awaiting you
for four weeks.

- Where's she gone?
- To St Ann's.

And Drake Carne?

The banns were called two weeks ago.

She is marrying Carne,

a man who may be implicated
in her husband's death?

How can you think such things,
much less speak them?

He had the most to gain from the event.

lf the constables had not been so lax...

But then constables are everywhere lax,
even in London.

Thank you.

He's over there, waiting for you.

Dwight!

Father, Drake's to marry Morwenna.

Well, that's good news to come home to.

- When's it to be?
- A week Monday.

Jeremy, take your sister
and look in my saddlebags.

- There's a present for both of you.
- Oh, lovely!

So...Drake is to marry Morwenna at last?

She'll find it very different
from life in a vicarage.

They love each other deeply, Ross.

And even if it all goes wrong,

nothing can take away the years
they will have had together.

Love is the difference
between being alive and not.

Mrs Parkin was upset
when she found you'd left so suddenly.

She thought you didn't like the room.

- l hope you told her different.
- l told her you didn't like me.

Well, that wasn't true.

l came home on the coach with Caroline.

Oh, l'm glad she's back.

All that business in London.
Are you safe now?

Warleggan tried
to get the law officers onto me.

- Ross!
- But nothing came of it.

l told Lord Falmouth
l would resign my seat.

lt seemed only fair in view
of what was being said about me

but he would have none of it.

He advised me simply to leave.

He said the constables would not travel
300 miles to seek me.

So that's how you come home,
as a fugitive?

No, Demelza, l'm not so cowardly as that.

Yes, it suits him excellently well.

A little long in the sleeve perhaps
but you'll soon grow into it.

Leave us, please.

- l've received a letter from London.
- Will you not even speak to the boy?

l am much preoccupied these days.

l'm an MP, l control St Michael's
and now l hear...

You think l do not know your torment,

all because of the words
of an adolescent boy.

Who is himself a Poldark.
Blood speaks to blood.

- Out of the mouths of babes...
- Comes the truth!

An idle remark spoken in jest?

Put it down to marrying
a blacksmith's grandson!

- What's that to do with it?
- You think l lack intelligence.

l think you carry a weight of jealousy
that nothing can remove!

And you will for all our married life,
if there's any more of it.

lt would not surprise me if not.

Agatha Poldark laid a curse on us.

Aunt Agatha? She's been dead for years!

And the night she died, when l went to
her room and told her she was but 98...

Yes?

No matter.

What did the old lady say?

Answer me, George.

She said that Valentine was not my son.

So that's where it came from?

She told me that you had not
been married to me long enough.

An old woman's ravings.

You believed against anything
l've sworn to you myself?

- Why should she lie to me?
- Because she hated you.

She wanted to damage you
and how better than through your son,

the son who would succeed
to all you'd created, your great pride?

A curse?

That spell certainly worked.

To think that every day since then
has been destroyed by Agatha Poldark.

Well, is she to destroy our future too?

This child in my womb?

Our marriage?

Me?

- Elizabeth, l love you.
- That l find hard to believe.

You're the only person
l've ever cared about.

- Then prove it!
- How?

Love Valentine.

l brought you a present
from London too.

Oh?

- Where is it?
- l'll let you have it on your birthday.

Why do l have to wait?

Because l feel it's too easy a way
to buy myself back into favour.

You don't have
to buy yourself back at all.

Still, it would be nice
to have had the present.

What was done in London
was not well done.

- l know l was wrong to leave you.
- l'm not thinking of that.

lt was the only thing at the time,
l thought different afterwards.

l sometimes think,
when we hurt each other,

too much explaining creates
as much misunderstanding as it clears,

yet we cannot go on
as if nothing had happened.

Well, this is no worse,

perhaps not even as bad as other times.

lt cuts as deep.

Yes...

Perhaps forgiveness
should be measured

by the amount of love contained in it.

ln that regard, my love for you
has on one occasion been lacking.

lt's not love l lack, Ross.

lt's understanding.

lf the love is there,
the understanding will come

and if not, it's not important.

lt's the love that matters.

But my love, you have...and always will.

- Where have you been, George?
- What brings you here, Father?

lt's as well one Warleggan
could be found.

- And Dr Enys?
- Dr Behenna has been sent for.

- What's happened?
- There's no cause for alarm.

Your wife has been delivered
of a daughter. Both are well.

Only the servants in the house
when labour began. You were in Truro.

The coachman came to me at the bank.

l was at Sir Christopher Hawkins's place
all morning.

She wasn't due for another two months.

She seems prone to premature delivery.

Damn it, you should know that!
Valentine was early too.

Do not stay too long, Mr Warleggan.
She needs rest.

l hope Dr Behenna will not be long.

Do you need to wait for him?

Hm? Well, her spasms
were abnormally violent.

Yes, l think l must wait.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

George.

You must know l've never been able
to unburden my fears.

Even now, l find it hard
to ask you to for...

Love and jealousy
are part of the same face.

That old woman's venom...

George...

Go and look at our daughter.

l'd like to call her Ursula.

Ursula?

You had the naming of Valentine.
Now it's my turn.

Ursula Warleggan...

Yes, l'm not unpartial to that.

lt has a ring to it...
like Valentine Warleggan.

Oh, George...

l was thinking as l lay here that...

yesterday, when we had
that dreadful quarrel,

you came to tell me something -
a letter from London.

Was it good news?

From Pitt's private secretary.

ln return for my promises of support,

it has been recommended to His Majesty
that l receive a knighthood.

Oh, George! l'm so very gratified for you.

For us both.

- Already delivered?
- Nearly two hours ago.

Well, l'm glad Dr Enys
was so readily available.

Unfortunately, the extent
of my practice nowadays

means that l'm often not easily reached.

l take it mother and child are well.

Mrs Warleggan
will have to rest a long time.

She will need a wet nurse, l think.

l think l can prescribe
the correct care from now on.

Thank you for your services.

l waited to see you, Dr Behenna,

because there were certain
curious features about the birth...

Dr Enys! Dr Enys!

Come quick.

Such pain in my legs.
Such cramp in my legs.

- It's her legs, Doctor.
- Oh, l feel so cold.

Fetch warm bricks.

Have the fires made up.
Someone to rub her hands.

- George!
- He'll be back directly.

We'll soon have you well.

lt's just effete matter
rioting in the bloodstream, l think.

No cause for anxiety, Mrs Warleggan.
You're in good hands.

Here she is!

Congratulations, Drake.

Oh, she's lovely.

Drake married at last.
'Tis one of the happiest days of my life.

Let us pray they grow in beauty
and holiness side by side.

- Called to Penrice?
- Elizabeth's started her baby.

- But it's not due yet.
- It's come two months early.

After all, Valentine was premature too.

lt's getting dark.

l'm afraid of the dark.

You let it go like this for a week?

You don't really believe
it's a gouty condition, do you?

l think you can trust in my experience.

Clearly never been a prisoner of war.

- Sir?
- Do you not smell anything?

Mrs Warleggan?

This is very important.
Can you hear me?

Did you take anything?

Perhaps you had some pains
before the birth

and knew of some opiate to relieve them.

Now, have no fear. It is only me
and your husband here.

Did you take anything? If l knew what...

l didn't...take anything.

Nothing. George...

Let me in.
l only come to make enquiries,

if not from Mr Warleggan,
then from Dr Enys.

He forced his way in, sir.

How is Elizabeth? l only come to ask.

Elizabeth is dead.

An hour ago, holding my hand.

Go and see for yourself
what you and l have brought her to.

- Where is she?
- Upstairs in her room.

You know the way.
This was a Poldark house once.

There is no one with her.

- Ross, l must warn you.
- Let him find out for himself.

Dr Behenna is with your father
in the drawing room, Mr Warleggan.

There are arrangements to be made.

Arrangements?

A coffin must be brought
as soon as possible.

Yes.

There will come a time, Demelza -

have to -

when l shall never hear
your voice again or you mine.

l find that intolerable.

You cannot live that way.

Your children upstairs,
the blood in your veins.

She had gangrene, Dwight said.

- Corruption.
- Ross...

Can't make out the cause...

but it spread upwards from the feet.

Do you realise it'll soon be 1800?

End of a century.

l loved her once,

as l love you now.

So the thought that...

one day...

turned into rottenness...

You cannot think that way.

Did you never think it about Hugh?

All that youth and gentleness
buried into the ground.

You and l are together, Ross.

That's all that matters.

Even if it's like it was in London?

That must never be again.

No, that must never be again.

Oh, Ross...

Surely what you fear

is what everyone has had to face
since the world began.

But it's certain. You can't fear a certainty.

Tomorrow doesn't exist.

There can only ever be now.

We cannot ask for more.

There is no more to ask.

Agatha Poldark, may you rot in hell!