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My name is Tankard. Acting on behalf
of Mr Coke. Warleggan, more like!

Are they on a mission to own
the company?

Just to own me.

Francis, I hoped...
What, that I'd come to make peace?

While I live and breathe -
it will never happen.

I'm with child again.

He don't wish for another.

I ordered you to scare him, not
assassinate him!

Tom got a little carried away.

Cousin! It's an unexpected pleasure.

I have such a pain.

Somehow you've managed to bring
the light back to Francis's eyes.

I cannot imagine how.

Can you not?

Demelza will be thinking
you've gone astray.

And I know it's just another
burden for you!

But there's no preventing it now.

But if a child is coming

and if you can risk your heart
again, then so can I.

Mr Vercoe.

Captain Poldark.

May I ask where these men
are headed?

Truro Jail, sir.

And their crime?

Importing goods without paying
the required duty.

Some call it "free trading".

Some call it the only way to
afford life's necessities.

Brandy? Gin?
These essentials, are they?

Salt is.

'Tis my duty to enforce the law,
Captain.

Your commitment is heart-warming.

Move out!

Shouldn't rile him.

Couldn't resist.

I'm wanted at the mine.
I've fuses to set.

And you'd abandon me?

Suppose I met
a footpad on the way home?

God help him.

DISTANT EXPLOSION

COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING

Still not through?

Can't be far off.

Can almost smell Trevorgie,
t'other side of that ironstone!

Another blast should do the trick.

Will the shareholders keep
faith with us?

They're sensible men - most of
them - and I intend to make

a robust argument.

So, we carry on?

We carry on.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

They've broken through?

Almost.

Ross Poldark is tenacious.

Ultimately, I expect Wheal Leisure
to do very well for me.

Why else would 'ee buy shares in it?

On whose land does Wheal Leisure
sit? Who is its main shareholder?

And his latest scheme is about to
come to fruition.

It's just too easy.

Were you hurt in the blast?

'Tis bruisin' I 'ave all the time.
Swelling too, same as Ted.

What is it?

Like a plague, Ross.
Half the mine's afflicted.

Half the village beside.

Should we send these men home?

They can't afford to lose
their pitches.

Well, they won't, of course -
but we need them fit.

Get Dwight Enys.

Dwight Enys is a scoundrel!

For all he knows I might be dead.

I think I would have informed him,
had that been the case.

"Dr Enys, having saved my life
some months ago,

"you appear to have no further
interest in my recovery.

"I would nonetheless esteem it
a favour

"if you would call to assure
yourself of my full recovery and to

"receive payment for your skill.

"Unless of course you have more
important matters to attend..."

Lift your head up.
Show me your teeth.

I can't account for these symptoms.

Swelling, bruising,
bleeding gums, listlessness...

Is it the dust?
The foul air of the mine?

I wondered that - but some of
these people are fisher folk.

It's perplexing.

SHE SINGS SOFTLY

# For winter is a-coming... #

Is that wise? With the currents
so strong hereabouts.

I know 'em well enough.

Will Ross be happy?

He'll be happy wi' these!

And who's to tell
him where I got 'em?

How long will Jud be gone?

Don't talk to me o' that slinking
g'eat lurker!

Any excuse to shirk
'is chores and study the inside

of Sally Chill-off's kiddley.

"Keepin' his head down," he says.

I'll keep his head down!

Could someone have caused
the bruises?

She says they come of
their own accord. But how?

I can't fathom it.
Is it paludal fever?

Is it purpura?

I've tried fresh air, sunlight,
goat's milk, nutmeg.

Perhaps what I should try is
a different profession!

The Navy, perhaps?

You'd enjoy ship's rations!

Salt pork, dried biscuit, weevils.

No doubt!
And be all the healthier for it!

Of course.

What?

Biscuit, salt, no fresh fruit,
no green vegetables!

I thank you, Ross!

What for?

Helping me diagnose the complaint.

Scurvy!

Captain Poldark, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Dwight! This just came for you.

From Killewarren.

You seem in haste, George.
Have you urgent business afoot?

All my business is urgent.

Including your assault-by-proxy?

Excuse me?

My servant, a witness at the trial,
was attacked and left for dead.

How is that my concern?

Only that it would be a mistake to
imagine such intimidation

could continue to be one-sided.

Is that a threat, Ross? Is it?

Last night in Sawle
they say another drop was ambushed.

More cargo lost and four more sent
to Bodmin Jail.

Since the riots in Bodmin,
the district's been crawlin'
with soldiers.

They'm clean out of salt
from Padstow to St Ives.

Bode ill for when the shoals come
in. Fish won't keep.

Fish won't sell.

Mam says if it weren't for
Mr Ross...

Where are these from?

Nampara Cove.

You went out in the boat?

No, I whistled and they came
a-dancin' at me out the waves!

Have you no sense?

Yes. And an extra mouth to feed!

Yes. And an extra mouth to feed!

Then at least do it the courtesy of
taking more care of yourself

in future.

I won't be home late.

DOOR SHUTS

What's that contraption?

A Virgula divinitoria.
It's believed to sniff out metal.

Since they reconciled,

I was hoping Francis would look to
Ross for guidance.

That upstart Warleggan
hasn't called of late.

He and Francis have quarrelled.

I wonder he doesn't call in
your loans.

But perhaps he has another plan.

Such as?

Should I know how
the Devil's mind works?

You better keep him sweet.

Perhaps you should pay him a visit.

I've no influence over George.

I've summoned Dr Choake to
come and visit you.

I find myself in excellent health,
thank you, Aunt.

And I will improve further when we
have a working mine to our name

and are no longer reliant on
Warleggan charity.

Verity should be here.
She'd know what to do!

Will you join me aboard next week?

People will think me a bad wife

to be always gallivanting off and
sunning myself in Lisbon!

That makes you a good wife. For
acceding to your husband's wishes!

SHE CHUCKLES

I think they are yours, too?

You know they are.

I've had word from James.

Oh?
His ship was diverted to Penang.

And Esther? Remains with
her governess in Plymouth.

But when James returns,
they will both come and visit us.

I shall insist.

Do you ever think
the price was too high?

Your children shun us.
My brother disowns us.

We have at least one friend.
To whom we owe everything.

Of course we're happy.
I could not be more so.

And yet?

My brother will not forgive me.

And Andrew's children decline to
meet me. Not that I blame them.

I've replaced their dear departed
mother. They must hate me!

But when they meet you... I begin to
fear that will never happen.

And if they will not accept me now,

how much worse will it be if Andrew
and I have a child of our own?

Are you...?

No. Not yet.

But children are the natural
consequence of marriage,

are they not?

It would appear so.

"Dear Madam, I am happy to hear of
your recovery but be assured, as

"to payment, I am amply recompensed
by the knowledge of your gratitude."

"To you, Dr Enys,

"no doubt the saving of my life
seems a very small service.

"To me, it assumes
a slightly greater significance.

"I therefore enclose a guinea,
which is the smallest value,

"little as I esteem myself, that
I could put upon your services.

"Be so kind as to attend me today."

Do you think Elizabeth could ever be
persuaded to meet me here?

Even for half an hour?
With Geoffrey Charles?

Would she do that?
Behind Francis's back?

No, she would never.

But I do miss them so terribly.

You see?
He will never be reconciled.

Dr Enys. How kind of you to call.

I haven't been waiting
above three months!

I apologise, Miss Penvenen. I've
been busy with my other patients.

Doubtless they're more
important than I.

Only insofar as their
conditions are more serious.

Well? Are you going to examine
my throat or not?

Open your mouth, please.

Wider, please.

Most satisfactory.
You will have no further trouble.

How brusque you are today!

Is your friend Ross Poldark
so peremptory?

He has little time for pleasantries,
if that's what you mean.

Do you ride, Dr Enys?
For pleasure, that is.

I'm sure you'll appreciate I have
very little time when I'm

taken up with...

More serious complaints.
So tell me, what are they?

Scrofula, phthisis, scurvy.

What can be done for them?

For scrofula, nothing.

For scurvy - a doctor's drugs
are useless but simple foods

- green vegetables, fresh fruit -
can effect an almost immediate cure.

But..

these are precisely what
the poor cannot afford,

so they bleed and die.

Why do they not spend less on gin
and more on oranges?

Oranges? Oranges, when they can be
had, cost thruppence apiece.

Gin costs less than sixpence
a quart.

Yet many are as sober as you or I.

But will you do any good by
attempting to save these people?

They will only multiply and then
there'll be more mouths to feed.

Of course it's sad to see them die,

but at least it keeps
the numbers in check.

Do I shock you?

Only by your assumption that you
will not be included in this
stocktaking.

But of course I won't!

I'm a Penvenen,
so I'm rich and privileged.

Would you excuse me, madam?
My patients require me.

I shall take the liberty of
returning your fee.

You consider yourself tainted by it?

I bid you good day.

Gentlemen, we have good news to
report. Mr Henshawe?

Our latest excavations have taken us
through to what we calculate

to be feet from
the old Trevorgie copper lode.

Now, I'm aware this
has taken longer than we'd hoped,

but it is my belief that the next
blast will see us break through.

So it only remains for us to
secure your approval to

divert this quarter's profits -
for the last time - one final push.

Do we have everyone's agreement?

Eight weeks.

Yes?

Beyond your wildest estimate.
And you're still not through?

Ironstone is
no respecter of time or money.

But we as shareholders must be,
surely?

Each quarter we've seen our profits
diverted into a scheme which

has so far yielded precisely
nothing.

Optimism's one thing - but what if
you've got your bearings

wrong and bypassed
the old workings altogether?

There is not a man in these parts
who knows the workings better
than Captain Henshawe.

But if he's wrong,

you might dig on for years
and never connect.

I say we put it to a vote.

All those in favour of continuing?

All those against?

Motion to continue denied.

Shall we close the meeting?
There's nothing further to report.

One moment, sir.

You will no doubt have noticed
the absence of Mr Renfrew.

As of yesterday,
he is no longer a shareholder,

having sold his shares to me.

'Was he furious?'

Not with me.

But then he knows I am not
the actual owner of the shares.

HORSE WHINNIES

You pass my house without
paying a call?

How have I offended you?

As I think you know, George,
since the trial...

The trial?
Is that not behind us now?

Cannot we move forward?
Rekindle our former connection?

I'm not sure how possible that...

Please. At least return with me
and take some refreshment?

Mr Trencrom.

Cap'n Poldark.

What can I do for you, Mr Trencrom?

May a man not call, in neighbourly
fashion, enquire after your

affairs, see how they prosper,
speak a little of his own?

Suppose you speak first of yours

so I may come to a quicker
understanding

of your interest in mine.

I'm sad you've declined
my invitations of late.

We decline all invitations.

We simply cannot afford to return
the hospitality.

May I venture to suggest that
I am a special case?

And difficult as things are
at Trenwith,

they could - I'm sure you realise -
be so much worse.

And if Francis cannot say so,

allow me to convey the thanks of
the entire family.

Not the entire family, surely?

My affairs do far from prosper.

Oh, business is brisk as far as
consumption goes.

The difficulty comes with
the supply.

So I hear.

What do you hear?

That the customs officials at
St Ann's are determined to let

nothing slip ashore.

That all your attempts to persuade

them with a share of the profits
have fallen on deaf ears.

And now this crackdown from on high
means that every time we find

a new landing place,
we're met by gaugers and military.

All cargo confiscated - crew barely
'scaped with their lives.

So here's the thing,
we've run out of navigable inlets.

And I possess the only one
for miles.

Actually, I expect to be seeing
a good deal of Ross in future.

I've increased my
shareholding in his mine. Oh.

So I hope I won't have cause to
inflict undue pressure on him.

Or on Francis, for that matter.

What might cause you to?

I wonder.

Your cove is not ideal but we could
land there safely on still nights.

I'd handle the distribution,

all you'd need to do is draw
your curtains.

And what, do you think,
would induce me to do so?

Ross.

We could discuss
a lump sum per cargo.

How does ?50 sound?

I see you've not lost your
sense of humour.

Is that such a poor offer?
What would you suggest?

?200 per cargo.

Ross. My dear sir! Impossible. Make
the journey almost without profit.

Not to mention salt.

Salt?

There's less profit in salt than
tea or brandy.

Less call for it among
my more genteel customers.

?200 per cargo.
And six casks of salt.

That's my price.
Take it or leave it.

What is it you seek, George?

Your friendship.

A renewal of our former intimacy.

A gradual increase in it.

Is that too much too ask?

Particularly if it safeguards
those you love.

I do not believe Francis would be
happy about my visiting here often.

If at all.

A pity.

A very great pity.

?200 - for lettin'
tub-carriers use our cove?

That won't buy you out of prison!

I don't intend to be there.

I can't stand it again!

The frettin', the not sleepin',

the picturin' you hangin'
at Bargus Crossroads!

Were we not in dire straits
I wouldn't do it.

Today I learnt that George
has bought up more of Wheal Leisure.

With ?200 we can keep
our heads above water

and Sawle can salt its pilchards.

And why is it fine for you to run
risks when I may not even take

a boat out in calm waters?

Believe me, I have every intention
of keeping on the right side

of the law.

Or at least the blind side!

'Tis a cryin' shame we stopped
the tunnel to Trevorgie.

In me bones I could feel we
were close.

Where do you estimate we'd got to?

Well. Nigh on that clump o' trees.

Halfway towards Wheal Grace?

I'd say so.

Yer father's old mine.

It never occurred to me till now
how close it is to the old

Trevorgie workings.

Reckon it wouldn't hurt to take
a closer look at Trevorgie from

that end.

Maybe the old men found a way
through that we know nothin' of.

Is that what Mark meant?
The night he went away to France?

There's money in that mine.

Copper.
I never see'd a more keenly lode.

You think he wandered
into Trevorgie?

Could he?

But if it's all under water...

With no way of draining it.

We'd need one
of them new-fangled pumping engines.

Which cost.

Let me think on it.

If I decide to take it any further,
I'll come back to you.

What are you up to?

Daydreaming.

Wheal Grace.

You don't intend to resurrect her?

If my finances ever match
my ambitions!

The curse of the Poldarks!

Plenty of one...and none
of the other.

Dr Enys, are you now a peddler?

They're for my patients.

When these are gone, there'll be
nothing till next harvest.

And do your patients enjoy
worms and mould?

Beggars cannot be choosers.

Almonds, sugar, oranges, chocolate.

You spoil me!

May I not?
But, in fact, it is not all for you.

The sugar is for James,
the chocolate for Esther!

They come in a month!

Are you happy now?

Yes! Of course!

Ah, Caroline.

This from Unwin.

Pressing the subject of
an engagement.

Now he's an MP...

His coffers need to keep pace
with his ambitions?

Oh, for shame, Caroline! One must
not assume mercenary motives.

I dearly hope that both of you are
marrying for love.

You think Unwin loves me?

You do not?

I think he loves my ?20,000!

Oh, I will be sorry to think so.

Does it not strike you as odd?

I'm an heiress,
yet I have no money of my own.

Suppose you give me some?

Well...I, I have no objection to
advancing you something, but...

in Lord of day,
what will you spend it on?

I mean, your every need is
catered for here.

?50? How much?!

What's the use in being rich if one
can't have a flutter now and then?

Caroline.
You know I disapprove of gaming.

But this would be
a new type of gambling, Uncle.

It appeals to me and I have
a fancy to indulge the whim.

I saw Ross.

Was he well?

He's considering a new venture.

Of what nature?

Oh, mining, of course! What else?

Whether we like it or not,
it's in our blood.

Come on, boy. Shall we go see if
we can strike lucky?

How far is it?

Quarter mile.

Give me a shovel and I'll dig it
myself.

And be back in time for supper!

Someone's full of the joys
of spring!

Always is when he's up an' doin'.

'Tis sittin' still he can't abide.

Well, this section's mostly shallow
but the lower levels are flooded.

Hm. We'd surely need an engine.

Those two young engineers in
Redruth.

Trevithick and Bull?
They've some interesting new ideas.

At a price.

And we don't yet know if there's ore
enough to make it worthwhile.

Is it worth the risk?

We have these samples,
this map, Mark's word.

Your pigheadness!

And against that?

Ah! Time? Money? Common sense?

Is it a secret or can we all be
told?

All in good time.

But for tonight,

draw the curtains early -
and ignore any sounds outside.

And where will you be?

Taking delivery of the cargo.

Ross, you cannot!

Already arranged.
Dis-arrange it!

Here they come.

(So far, so good.)

(So I should hope.
Who else could know about this?)

(Yet the other landings up
the coast were surprised.)

(Mr Trencrom did advise us
not to trust no-one.)

(Keep the horse straight.)

(Gaugers!)

(How many?)

(Just the one.)

(Vercoe!)

(I'll head him off.)

(Nay, Ross. If he sees you,
you're as good as hanged.)

(It's clear. Let's go.)

DOG BARKS

If they varmints come troachin'
across our flower-beds, I'll...

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

It's over.

Is it?

Demelza, try to see this in
a rational light. I'm home.

The tide is high.
There's no footprints on the beach.

There'll be salt for the pilchards.

And we are ?200 less
in debt than we were this morning.

Is that not cause to celebrate?

That you go against my wishes?
For the good of us both.

That you take risks you
need not take?

On this occasion.

You think you can do as you please
while I always do as you bid me?

Well, think again!

DOOR SLAMS

Well, my love?
The Thunderer docks at noon.

I'll collect James,

then meet Esther off the Plymouth
coach and be with you by two.

Do not make yourself uneasy.

They will adore you as much as I do!

Thank you so much.

Miss Penvenen?

Captain Poldark!

Are you lost?

Do I look it?

You're far from home.

Perhaps I enjoy my own company.

You should make the most of it.

I hear you're to be married soon.

Do you recommend the estate?

When both parties agree.

We cannot all follow our hearts.

Surely an heiress can?

What an amusing idea!

Excuse me, I'm late for the hunt.

Ross! Is it you I have to thank
for this windfall?

What is it?

Oranges!

I think we both know I am not
your mysterious benefactor.

Oranges?

Oranges.

If I made you a gift,

it would be a better instrument for
removing fish bones.

You bruised my mouth with
your fingers, remember?

I knew it was you.
I'm very grateful.

They'll be life-saving.

Good heavens, you don't imagine
I care about the fate of

a few fishwives, do you?

You wouldn't take my guinea.

So...?

I knew your conscience
wouldn't let you refuse

a gift for your starving patients.

So, you see,
now you're under obligation to me.

Is that where you prefer your men?

You're rather impertinent.

I like you very much, too.

Oh, there you are, Caroline!

The fox escaped us, but, er...
Dr Enys.

Dr Enys, I hear you're rather
good at curing dogs.

Did you notice Horace
has a little spot on his ear?

Has he?

Perhaps Dr Enys might take
a look at it after we've gone?

For 12 bags of oranges he shall
have the best attention I can

give him.

Do we wait for Mr Tankard?

He knows the time of the meeting.
Proceed, Mr Henshawe.

Last month we sent two parcels of
red copper to auction.

This month we'll have two,
maybe three.

The question is,
do we take on extra men,

aside from those back on tribute
since the closing of the tunnel?

Mr Tankard is not here,
so we must take a vote without him.

Gentlemen...

Forgive my tardiness.

The fox led us a merry dance,
but we got him in the end.

You were expecting Mr Tankard?
He will no longer attend.

I feel, as a principal shareholder,

it befits me to take
a more robust interest from now on.

Perhaps you will kindly outline
your suggestions and I shall

give them my best consideration.

What do it mean?

It means we cannot move an inch
without his say-so.

Nothing to be done.

Or is there?

You will sell half my shares in
Wheal Leisure.

If you wish.

You will demand
the very highest price.

I know for certain George will pay.

I think it's for the best.

Indeed, had you done so a year
ago...

Still, not too late to pay off
your debts and start afresh.

Very true. But that's not in fact
how I intend to use the money.

Ross - it's good to see you.

Is Francis here?

Yes, he's...

Ah. I thought I heard your voice!
Is this a social call?

Not exactly.

What?

I'm opening Wheal Grace.

You don't mean it! Yes.

That's cheerful news!

Henshawe and I have
already been down.

The lower level's flooded,
we'll need an engine.

But we reckon there's enough ore in
the shallows to get us through.

Who's investing the money?

I've sold half my shares in
Wheal Leisure. I can realise ?600.

600? Yes.

Erm, you've told me more than once
about the money you have put by.

Yes.

With ?1,200 we
could do a great deal.

You're suggesting we go into
partnership?

Yes.

It's a risk. In more ways than one.

George has a long arm.

To hell with George!

And you could well lose your money.

I like a gamble.

One can gamble on
a man as well as a mine.

Well, I can't guarantee the mine.

Well, if that's how you feel,
let's shake hands on it.

Ross, before you take this forward,
there are certain things

I should tell you.

Past things?

And I shouldn't feel I could...

proceed unless you were
fully apprised of...

If it's the past, let's forget it.

I don't think I want to hear it.

If that's the case, I don't think
I want to hear it myself!

To the Poldarks.

To the Poldarks!

Mr Ross won't like it.

Mr Ross won't be told. Will he?

No, mistress.

KNOCK ON DOOR

I'm Esther.

Oh! Oh, my dear. You come too soon!

No, I meant - I did not expect you
till this afternoon.

I came on the early coach.
Is my father here?

He's...gone to meet your brother.
Won't you come in?

Oh, my dear,
it's so good to meet you at last.

Will it just be the two of you?
No other shareholders?

None whatsoever.

There is one further point.

I wish my shares in the mine to be
vested in my son's name.

But he's still a child, isn't he?

Yes, but if George Warleggan learns
of our partnership

he may try to get at Ross
through me.

But if the shares belong to
Geoffrey Charles,

well, then George cannot touch them.

As you wish.

I've a fancy to buy
a nosegay for Elizabeth.

Shall we meet at the Red Lion then
ride home together? By all means.

DOG BARKS

You may be interested to know I've
just purchased more shares in

Wheal Leisure.

I wish you joy of them.

So the rumours are true?

You and Francis are going into
business together.

I see you have your ear to
the ground.

Or should I say to the keyhole?

I'm surprised to hear you're pinning
your hopes on Wheal Grace.

What do you hope to find there?
Gold?

No.

Freedom...to call our souls our own.

I suppose you know where Francis got
the money he's investing?

Yes - and we're very much
obliged to you, George.

Yes, we paid it him for
services rendered.

In exchange for the names of
the Carnmore Copper Company

shareholders.

?600 - or should I say
30 pieces of silver?

Hey! Hey there!

Stop it!

Get away!

Hey there!

Get out!

Sir...

Ross?

SHE SIGHS

Could it be true?

Well, Francis certainly had
the money from George.

And it's clear to me he
had something on his conscience.

But the thought that he'd
deliberately sell my secrets

to George.

And if it's true,
how can I go into business with him?

But if you accuse him -
and you're wrong?

He'll never forgive me.

So either way,
the partnership's doomed.

Captain Poldark.

Captain Blamey!

You've been in the wars?

My surgeon has patched me up.

Dr Dwight Enys - Captain Andrew
Blamey. My cousin Verity's husband.

Your servant, sir.

And yours, sir.

If, er, you're sure you'll survive,
I've other patients to attend to.

Dwight, there is one further
service you can render me.

I don't think you're at all like
your father, are you, my dear?

No, ma'am. I favour my mother.
She was very beautiful.

More so than...

After she died, people tried to
poison me against her.

But I know better. She was a saint.

Of course. And I know I could
never replace her.

But I hope you'll come to look upon
me as a loving friend.

Is Verity well?

Exceedingly.

Well, that's not entirely true.

She tries to conceal it but I know
she grieves the loss of her family.

I am the last person to intervene.

You are.

Enys told me to come and say hello.

Apparently, you're barred
from the Red Lion!

You.

Walk with us, Francis.
You look as if you need the air.

Thank you, I'll not trouble you
in this company.

Francis, this is the last moment
to wipe out the past.

My, erm, sister seems to find
her new life agreeable.

And I will never give her cause
to think otherwise.

Not that she takes account of
my approval.

She would dearly love it.

That's why I also desire it.

Suppose you've heard of my cousin's
encounter with George Warleggan?

Threw him across the Red Lion
and broke his nose!

Not quite.

I congratulate you.
I've wished to do the same myself!

Verity told me about
a developing feud.

What was the cause of
the quarrel today?

I took a dislike to his neck-cloth.

SHE GROANS

Time to go. Time to go home.

Ow!

Oh, Andrew, I can't bear it!
Esther despises me.

When James comes, pray excuse me -
I cannot face both of them together!

My dear, this is James...

my son.

Good day t'ye, ma'am!
I've heard a deal of good about you!

You'll pardon the liberty, ma'am,

but one don't get a new mother
every day of the week!

Come down, Esther!

I know you'll be sulking -
but this is our family now,

so it's well to get used to it!

D'ye have any rum, ma'am?
I've a powerful thirst on me!

Of course!

'You spoke to him?'

Civilly?

And shook his hand.

Aargh!

Aargh!

Demelza?

Demelza?

Garrick?

Where's Garrick?

Sir...I told mistress not to go,
but...

Prudie?

You let her go?

'Ee ever tried to stop her?

DEMELZA CRIES OUT

Give me the oars, Demelza!

I can manage.

Give me the oars!

You are the most stubborn,
pigheaded...

Oh, I am?!

Where would you be
if I hadn't come along?

Where would you be if
I hadn't come along?!

Drinkin' an brawlin' an'
dodgin' the noose.

Let's examine my failings at
a more convenient time, shall we?

Come on!

Ah, Judas.

Stop wriggling.

You're hateful!

You're infuriating.

I could crown you.

By all means!
Once you've delivered our child.

You have a son.

BABY CRIES

Miss Penvenen, you're surely not
returning to London?

Help me to change her mind, George.

Don't trouble yourself.
I must return to civilisation.

One can only take
so many barbarians!

Dr Enys?

I've ordered more oranges.

Oranges?

Goodbye, Dwight. Such a quaint name.

I wonder if we'll ever meet again.

Drive on.

Wheal Grace.

I never thought I'd see the day.

Nor I.
Nor any of us.

To the Poldarks.
And Wheal Grace.

ALL: The Poldarks and Wheal Grace.

Shall we go and have a look round?
Yes!

My father named this mine
after my mother.

He did love 'er.

He did.

Yet folks said he was a wastrel.

While she lived,
she kept him steady.

He set his course by her.

Like the North Star.

Like the North Star.

But I have no such need.

The North Star is not
the brightest in the sky.

Well, what is?

The Dog Star.

Which is fitting.

Since I found my star in
a dog fight!

Ted Carkeek has been arrested.

There's talk of an informer.

To think of one of our own betrayin'
us? Are you not afeared?

Dr Enys! How diverting!

Cannot a woman love two men?

Cannot a man love two women?

'Tis never copper?
I think it may be.

You will never again set
foot in my house.

Ross signed a promissory note for
?1,000 at 40% interest!

He plunges from one disaster to
another and blames me
for all of them.

One can only feel for the
man's wife.

If we buy the debt, the debtor would
then be at our mercy.