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If you do not challenge the corrupt,
then commoners will rise.

Truro lacks an MP. Sir Francis
intends to put up his own candidate

to challenge Falmouth's.

I regret I must decline.

He won?

This stubbornness
will be your undoing.

Is it wrong to hope
for love in a marriage?

Does Mr Whitworth's love
mean nothing at all?

Close your eyes and submit.
No, please!

I'm no Leonardo,
but you are surely Mona Lisa.

Since the day of her death,
he's been icy towards me.

What does he imagine?
That Valentine is not his child.

Secret kisses. How many other
secrets must there be between us?

You will never again speak
such vile suspicions

about your wife and child.
I will not. I swear it!

I believe I have every
reason for optimism.

What is it you believe?

d Do not ask me for a kiss

In six months' time,
I'll be completely blind.

Shall we grant ourselves
to each other?

Demelza? No, Ross.

Ask me nothing.

What is love?

A possession to be hoarded?

Or a blessing to be given away?

Did she betray her love for you
by offering some to me?

Can I not give him even
the smallest piece of my heart?

Papa!

We saw you swim away.

No.

I'm still here.

And I.

My right honourable friends,

I have to inform you that it is
my intention to ask permission of.

His Majesty The King
to call for an election.

Order!

Order! Order!

Where's the grain bound for? Lisbon.

So, there it is,
Pitt's dissolved Parliament.

And called an election.

In which I have every intention
of ousting your man here

by putting forward my nephew.

I humbly invite you to try, my Lord.

No!

Lips to my lips unfold.

Tale of our love is told.

Hallowed by sea and sand.

Beauty was in my hand.

My dear, I hope the gifts I
brought from London found favour.

Valentine has not been used
to such kindness.

He welcomes the change.

It will continue.

So I would hope.

And were we ever to be blessed
with another child...

You have my word.

Things will be different.

I am now different.

The prodigal returns!

Jago, boy, come here!

All right, Da? What have you
been up to now, son?

The usual -
brawling, free trading?

Attacking customs officials!

Have you both heard?
Wheal Kitty's closed.

And Jane and Busy. Since when?

Since half the banks in
Truro shut their doors.

Mines can't draw wages.
These are uncertain times.

Pitt's called an election.

If the Bank of England's
suspended its payments,

some local banks will do the same.

But hopefully it's temporary.

And meantime?

How are we to eat?

Price of grain's off the scale,

and at Truro Quay today I see'd it
being shipped away to Lisbon.

Be that lawful?

Quite the reverse.

But many still sell
to the highest bidder.

Pretty song, that. What it be?

It's... It's just something I heard.

Can't recall where.

There does appear to be
some slight improvement.

My uncle will be delighted.

He's asked me to stand at Truro
for the next election.

As second choice.

You know he asked Ross first.

I seem to recall you saying that
politics was not to your taste.

Well, perhaps my priorities
have changed.

So, you think with
the aid of spectacles,

I'll be able to see to
the other side of the House?

There have been members
who are not all-seeing.

That one nearly got me!

Another big one! Jump!

Your worst nightmare?

Cold feet?

Shrieking children. True.

And though some things
one can learn to tolerate...

cold feet is not one of them.

Children are no guarantee
of happiness.

As Ross will testify.

Ross? I think we must go!

Demelza!

We must leave now or we'll
be late for the service.

Do you not think, wife, that
the time has come for us to...

resume our conjugal bliss?

What bliss was that, Osborne?

This is wilfulness!

Neglect!

So help me, a man has needs!

A wife has duties.

Which I fulfilled in every way till
you saw fit to debauch my sister.

I'm expected at Sawle.

Naturally you'll not wish to attend.

Miss Agatha was kind to me.

I wish very much to attend.

Friends,

fellow servants of God,

we are gathered here today at
the behest of Mistress Warleggan

to honour the life of
Agatha Mary Poldark.

How fortunate was that great lady
to have known in her lifetime

such esteem and devotion,

and in death to be spared
the turmoil and strife

which now threatens us all.

War with France,
an election looming,

disorder and riot at every turn.

How blessed are they that have
passed through the veil of tears

and now lie down in flowery fields
beside the Lamb of God.

Praise be. Amen. Amen.

"Disorder and riot"?

Do we hear rumours of such in Truro?

Nothing that won't be quelled by a
firm response from our magistrates.

If the situation worsens,
you will of course not hesitate.

To read the Riot Act?

No, no.

Indeed. Elizabeth?

Your presence today was appreciated.

I regret it took so long
to supply a headstone.

It was not for want
of affection for her.

At least not on your part.

I think we should be going, wife.

Captain Poldark, I wonder,
since we are so close to Nampara,

whether my wife and I
might wait upon you today.

We'd be delighted to receive you.

Would we not, Demelza?

Judas, I could crown Ross.

He could hardly refuse.
Sir Francis seemed most eager.

You don't understand, my father
and brothers worked in his mines.

Now he'll be under my roof!

Do you suppose he'll send you
to eat in the scullery?

I think I'd prefer it.

Prudie!

Prudie, make haste!

Judas, clear the table!

Sir Francis Basset is coming to tea.

What do we have?

Cakes, tarts, jellies?

Has there been any
disturbance hereabouts?

We passed people on
the road to Truro...

My dear, the vulgars are full of
sound and fury but, believe me,

they would not dare
take things further.

"My beloved Demelza,"

"this poem must suffice to reside
next to your heart,"

"where I most long to be."

Brave of you to venture
into enemy territory, my Lord,

given that George Warleggan
is your man.

Well, he's shortly to be
challenged by a new candidate.

Falmouth's nephew?

Armitage?

I'd not heard. Sir, we...

bain't quite ready. Mistress
is above, no need to go up,

she'll be down directly.

Sir.

"Lips to my lips unfold."

"Tale of our love is told..."

Today has been all I could wish.

"Hallowed by sea and sand..."

I beg you, never speak
of this again.

"Beauty is in my hand."

Demelza! Our guests have arrived.

Where are they going? Truro Quay.

See for theyselves,
if what I said is true.

Corn snatched from
the mouths of our babes.

And sent to feed Portuguese dandies.

And, if it's true, then what?

You'll not turn back the tide.

Someone should.

Jago!

Jago! Curse the lad! There never
was no argufying with 'im.

I'll go. I've longer legs.

Fear not.
We'll fetch him home again.

Jago!

Come away, brother!
'Tis a fool's errand!

No-one asked ye to come along of I!

Go home if 'ee choose.

My Lord de Dunstanville,

is life much altered by
your elevation to the peerage?

Not in the least.

My dogs are as lazy
and my daughter as wilful.

And will you now be less embroiled
in more mundane matters of state?

Alas, no. I fear I'll be called upon
all the more to pronounce judgment

and enforce order,
particularly in these unruly times.

There she be!

And that's the grain!

When merchants flout the law
and send grain abroad

while people at home starve,

who'll enforce that order?

No!

Those in governance
who feel strongly about it.

Get back!

No!

Please, stop!

Agh!

I believe there are men of honour
and conviction, my Lord...

if one did know where to look.

When one does, one often finds
such men reluctant to step up.

And now, regrettably,
the moment has passed.

While other candidates serve not so
much the borough but their own end.

And Falmouth has a new man
to challenge George - his nephew.

He's accepted the nomination?

He's a good man, and Westminster
has need of good men.

If he wins. Against the combined
forces of Basset and Warleggan,

that seems unlikely.

This feud between the Poldarks and
the Warleggans, it should be buried,

especially in a time of war when
we have a common enemy to fight.

Tell Captain Poldark, will you?

If ye will tell Mr Warleggan!

And what of your own feud?

God, mine?

With Lord Falmouth.

Is it not a pity that you
cannot agree on a candidate

instead of fighting
each other for the seat?

For then we might both throw
our weight behind a handsome

and poetic, young war hero.

You think him a fitting substitute
for the man I first favoured?

In every way but one, my Lord.

My husband does not write poetry.

Jago Martin did murder a merchant
with his own bare hands.

And the Carne brothers with him?

I seen 'em all three together.

Amongst 2,000 filthy rioters.

2,000 miners descended on Truro.

2,000? Exaggeration, surely?

Apparently it was too dangerous to
even attempt to read the Riot Act.

I must return to Tehidy at once.

All landowners and squires
will be summoned immediately,

yourselves included. To what end?

The immediate re-establishment
of law and order.

May I ask who sent the note?

The honourable member for Truro.

I've had men stationed
at all the gates.

With the mood in town,
one cannot be too careful.

I'm thinking particularly
of your peace of mind, my dear.

Especially now, if we're considering

an addition to the family.

And Valentine would hardly wish
to see his father's head

paraded on a spike
around Truro Quay.

Gentlemen, events today on
Truro Quay leave us no choice

but to act swiftly and decisively.

I hope I may rely on you all
in rounding up the offenders

to prevent any thought
of reoccurrence.

Sir John, may I ask you to
take the village of St Ann's,

arrest the following persons...?

My Lord, are there any
from Sawle among the accused?

There are.

Dr Enys and I will arrest them.

Mr Stackhouse, the village of Poole.

There was a riot today
on Truro Quay.

Charges relating to it
are as follows -

theft, violent affray,

common assault,

murder. Murder?

One Samuel Phillips,
a corn merchant.

There were witnesses.

If I call out your name,
you will kindly step forward,

before you are taken to Truro jail.

Can 'ee not let 'em go?
It is not in my power to do so.

Believe me,
you'd sooner deal with Ross

than the thugs who'll be breaking
down doors from here to Truro.

You have my word
I will do all in my power

to see you are fairly dealt with.

All in your power?

What power's that?

The names are as follows.

John Hoskin.

Peter Hoskin.

Jago Martin.

Samuel Carne.

Drake Carne.

We never did nothing!

Brother, swear to God, we never
stole, we never made assault...

If you are innocent,
you have nothing to fear.

I will vouch for you
in court tomorrow.

Say naught of this to sister.

How can I keep it from her?

You swear, they who be
innocent shall be free?

Yes.

Then it profit her naught
to know we're arrested

when tomorrow, we'll be free again.

Was it very bad?

Yes.

No. I must go out again.

There were arrests.

Men are due in court at midday.

What can I do?

Lie with me awhile?

I must go.

Keep home today.

There's unrest in the villages.
I would have you safe.

My dear, I'm just
leaving for the court.

Is not the trial at midday?

I ordered it
to be brought forward.

Best to have such matters
resolved early in the day.

Could it be true? Sam and Drake
claim they're innocent.

Jago throttled a corn merchant,
but swears he left him alive,

but all three were accused
by several witnesses.

Reliable witnesses?

Those in the pay of
the honourable member for Truro.

You think George
is behind the charges?

To Drake, Sam and Jago?
Without question.

Such a man is our
Member of Parliament?

Until Hugh defeats him
at the election.

In truth, I think Hugh a good man.

A pity we'll see so little of him
if he goes to Westminster.

He'll be absent from Cornwall
for most of the year.

Where is everyone? Cap'n Ross,
Dr Enys, and the rest?

Cap'n Ross did say he'd be here.

Mr Ross gone to Truro?

No peace for the wicked.

I think maybe he's not that wicked.

Indeed, I dearly wish I'd never
tell'd 'ee what I saw that day

at Sawle Church.

Prudie...

It 'twas not on that account
that I...

that Hugh and I...

Indeed, I can...

scarce account for
what happened at all.

All I know is...

a handsome young poet
beguiled me and I him.

We shared...

a moment...

then parted.

And that's the end of it.

Prisoners, the court will now move
to place sentencing upon you.

You, who stand here today
guilty of riotous assembly,

know that the full rigour of
the law must be applied.

They've already been tried?

And would surely be so,
were it not for the plea made

on your behalf by
my Lord de Dunstanville.

It would appear so.

George must've arranged for
the hearing to be brought forward.

In consideration of which,
you will forthwith be released.

You who have been found guilty
of more serious crimes

can expect no such mercy.

Examples must be set.

A clear message sent out,

so that others considering
a repeat of these transgressions

may know what lies
in store for them.

Michael Penhale, Mark Pinner,
John Hoskin,

you are sentenced to
seven years' transportation.

Yes!

Jago Martin, Samuel Carne,

Drake Carne,

you will be taken
from this court to prison

and thence to a place of execution,

where you'll be hanged from
the neck unto you be dead! No!

Yes!

Get back in line!

Ross, come away.

Ross.

Divine justice has spoken.

Following the riots of last night,

three miserable souls will hang.

I pity them. Do not. They're
criminals of the vilest kind.

I shall urge them to repent
as they mount the scaffold,

but since they're Methodists...
Methodists?

Do you know their names?
Nor do I wish to.

It's bad enough that
I must pray for their souls.

"Lips to my lips unfold."

"Tale of our love is told."

"Hallowed by sea and sand."

"Beauty was in my..."

Since his mother's died, he turned
wild and would never mind me.

I know.

Courage, brother.
Will you humour me?

Go to Nampara and swear
Prudie to silence.

Invite Demelza to dinner and keep
her by any means from hearing this.

For how long? Till I send word.

Is something amiss?

A slight headache, Uncle.
I think I may have caught a chill.

Should I send for Dr Choake?

No need.

I've invited Dr Enys and
his wife to visit tomorrow.

A social call but if the headache
persists, I'll ask his advice.

Clearly, there are many matters
requiring our attention

beyond the arrangements
for your return to Parliament.

Captain Poldark.

I'm informed you wish to see me
on a matter of urgency.

Ross, we were discussing
arrangements

for the coming election.

Pitt hopes to strengthen his hand
against those who oppose him

but his handling of the war
and the current financial crisis

leaves his position
in serious doubt.

And what of his bill
to help the poor?

Pensions for the old,
parish loans...

Well meant, but utterly impractical

and opposed
by most men in authority,

particularly those versed in law.

Perhaps they were not
sufficiently versed in compassion.

And had you entered Parliament,

you might have argued
passionately in favour of that bill.

I think the primary objective of
Parliament now is to win the war.

I would have thought the sure way
of doing that was to prevent

disaffection at home.
We have our own ways of doing that,

as the men sentenced
to hang will shortly attest.

There was nothing more
to be done for them.

The evidence against
them was largely...

Largely manufactured and, in
the case of my brothers-in-law,

entirely so.
They were part of a riot.

They were present when
crimes were committed

and the act of one
is the act of all.

You, of all people,
should know that.

You surely see that
an example must be made,

and the harsher the lesson,
the greater the deterrent.

We are talking about men's lives!

Sometimes a man's life
is what is required,

in order to deter others from
following in his footsteps.

Many a man has been reprieved
at the foot of the scaffold.

We both know who has
the power to make it so.

From Hugh.

Will I attend on him
at Tregothnan tomorrow?

Is he unwell?

He says he wants to
reassure his uncle

that he's fit to
stand for Parliament...

and urges Caroline and you
and Ross to join me.

Will he bring sister, do 'ee think?

For her sake, let him not.

Mistress be back. She be indoors.

Does she suspect?

Ross!

What happened in court?

Some were treated fairly...

others harshly.

What's in the letter?
It's from Hugh.

Inviting us to Tregothnan
tomorrow...

along with Dwight and Caroline.

His letter speaks of a fever.

Of headaches and the like.
I think...

I think it would be a kindness
to visit.

A kindness, yes.

Do you think there's room...

in a woman's heart for two men?

Or two women in a man's?

No husband minds his wife...

being the one that
other men desire, but...

no man wants his wife to be
the one that other men possess.

No, Ross.

So tomorrow...

I have further business
regarding the arrests in Truro,

but you?

You'll go to Tregothnan?

If you think I should.

I do.

Drake?

She 'ave a right to know.

She'd wish to be there.

Have you ever been at a hanging?

No.

Well, the spectacle is hideous.

I would at least spare her
the horror of witnessing it.

A visit to Tregothnan
will keep her occupied.

But if they hang, and she not there?

It will destroy her...

and she'll never forgive me.

Still...

it's the lesser of two evils.

I take it you won't be
joining me at the execution?

Who's to hang?
Did you tell me their names?

No matter. I think I'll stay here

and prepare for
our return to London.

Then...

you will after all
be accompanying me?

Of late I'd assumed
you'd remain here.

I'd thought so too
but, on reflection,

I think it beneficial if
we are not so much apart.

Welcome.

Do come in.

Shall we adjourn briefly?

Yes. Thank you.

This nomination.

Are you quite certain
you feel strong enough?

Why would you doubt it?
Your time in France...

it will have taken its toll.

The conditions which
you and I endured,

there will always be a fragility
that was not there before.

In what regard?

You may be prone to
febrile conditions -

palpitations, headaches.

Have you experienced any of these?

Not that I can recall.

Possibly the odd headache.

d And am I only born to die?

d And must I suddenly comply

Would you wish to be so close?

Nay, Ross. I was there
at his beginning.

I must be there at his end.

Ladies. No, please! Dr Enys,

I trust you'll have my nephew in
perfect health by the election?

I need a vigorous young candidate
to oust Basset's man.

Perfect health is difficult
for any to attain

and I don't think Hugh
is likely to achieve it.

However, I hope second-best
will be sufficient

for the electors of Truro.

Imagine if Hugh did attain the seat.

I've attained so much already,
for which I'm eternally grateful.

My Lord, I...

I wonder, would you consider
a truce with Sir Francis,

with my Lord de Dunstanville?

A truce?

So that you need not fight
each other over the Truro seat,

but unite find a new candidate

who would have the people's
interests at heart.

Well, that would make perfect sense.

Yeah, but for one fact.

The arrogant young peer would
certainly not compromise.

I think... That is,
I believe he might, my Lord.

Indeed, he lately said so to me.

You ladies are so
easily played upon.

I recollect it was Basset
who enabled Warleggan's entry

to the House in the first place.

When you've been in
the world as long as I,

you know a conniving rogue
when you see one.

Samuel Carne, Drake Carne,

you have been found guilty
of violent assault

and of stealing goods above
the value of 40 shillings.

Jago Martin, you have been
found guilty of the murder

of Samuel Phillips,
corn merchant.

Have you anything to say before
your sentence is carried out?

Friends...

beloved family...

know that if I've wronged ye in
this life, I now beg forgiveness.

Know too that though I did
lay hands on Samuel Phillips,

I never left him dead.

And know, finally,
that these two men did naught

but come along of I
to fetch me 'ome.

Though I be part guilty,
these be wholly innocent.

As God is my witness, I swear it.

One moment! One moment!

My Lords...

when we send a man
to meet his Maker,

we must be very certain,

not only of his guilt

but of our motives in doing so.

Is our aim to see justice done,

or is it to terrify people
into submission?

This man has no authority here!
He has no right... Let him speak.

My Lords, I admit, these are
difficult times to be merciful.

When authority is challenged,

our impulse is to reassert it
in the sternest way possible.

But consider, here we face
conditions harsher

than we have ever known.

Grain is shipped abroad...

while ordinary people starve.

These men have no grievance
against authority...

but against the merchants who
grow fat on trade while people die.

To show mercy now would not
be a sign of weakness.

A signal that justice...

real justice, had been
served would be a reprieve.

Reprieve! Reprieve!

Reprieve!

Reprieve! Reprieve!

So Ross could not come.

He had business in town.

I think 'tis better if
we do not meet at all now.

Do I disquiet you so?

I think we disquiet each other.

Demelza, I must tell you...

Yes?

There were three further lines
to my poem.

What were they?

And if this day be all.

Proud is my heart's recall.

Proud is my funeral pall.

What do they mean?

That if I cannot love you again...

it will be the death of me.

Reprieve!

Reprieve! Reprieve!

Reprieve!

The court in its mercy grants
reprieve to Samuel Carne

and Drake Carne.

Jago Martin will hang.

My Lord!

No!

No!

No...

That's right!
Proud of yourselves?

Did you want something, Osborne?

No, no.

Nothing at all.

I grow weary of this
provincial backwater.

All the more reason to celebrate
our imminent return to London,

following your re-election.

Quite right, my dear.

A new era is beginning...

and we will take
full advantage of it.

You once did lose a child.

Julia.

So ye do know.

Yes.

I know.

I had your note.

Life is cheap.

But, as Basset himself said,

if it deters others
from like resistance...

Which apparently it has.

Perhaps it was not in vain.

Tell that to Zacky.

And what of your own resistance
to public office?

What of it?

I'd say Basset taught you
a valuable lesson.

To effect genuine change...
I must sell my soul

and become a politician.

Well, the nomination
has gone elsewhere.

Armitage will oppose George
in the next election.

He will...

if he's well enough.

You said he is.

I may not have been
entirely truthful.

You really think
Hugh's fit to stand?

His eyesight's improved
but there were other,

less encouraging signs -
excess of nervous energy,

something feverish
in his demeanour.

Were that all, I'd say there
was no cause for concern but...

if the fever is symptomatic
of some other condition,

along with the headaches...

Strange, though. I thought him
so much more robust than I.

Yet now he ails
and I grow stronger.

Strong enough to consider
an addition to our household?

Do you mean...?

My dear, can your election plans

wait for another night?

Perhaps you could
attend to your wife.

Or must she attend to you?

Ross!

I thought maybe you'd stay in Truro.
Demelza,

I must tell you,

there was a hanging.

Dear God.
Three sentenced, two reprieved.

Who was it?

How was Hugh?

He seemed a little fragile.

But still in love with you?

I think so.

And you?

I'm grieved for him that
his health is so uncertain.

They say pity is akin to love.

I don't think it's pity he wants.

I'd say it's the last thing
a man wants.

Or a woman.

Did you pity me when you
left me for Elizabeth?

I never left you.
It seemed to me like you did.

That night...

and the day you met her
in the church.

I never told you at the time
because I didn't trust myself

to find the words.
To say you still loved her?

No. The reverse.

I loved her once,
as well you know...

and there's a part of me that will
always think of her with affection

but...

I realised that day that she
never was, and never could be,

what you are to me.

Indispensable.

Irreplaceable.

You tell me this now because...?

I think perhaps
I've taken you for granted.

Assumed you knew...

what to me was obvious,
that you are the better part of me.

I think perhaps
I've been guilty of the same.

Ross...

how can it be that
two people who love so much...

Understand so little?

Is it now too late?

I hope not.

This is a sorry sight!

My nephew should be
preparing for the election.

Demelza, would you
sit with me awhile?

Armitage is sick.

Falmouth was obliged
to choose another candidate.

Poldark of Nampara!

How dare he? It matters not.

Morwenna?

Are you afraid? More than afraid.

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