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~ Who is that?
~ Ah, the infamous Matthew Sanson.

I had already drawn!

Matthew's a cousin. George
may feel obliged to respond.

I had yesterday a letter
from Warleggans Bank,

telling me they could no
longer support my loan.

"As you may know, Verity left us
yesterday for Captain Blamey."

So she's done it at last?

We've no proof that Demelza's
involved, let alone Ross.

Damn Ross!

~ You blame Ross?
~ Entirely.

His company is a threat.

If we knew the names
of the shareholders.

Sir John Trevaunance.

Henry Blewitt.

I expect any day to
be declared bankrupt.

Francis and I have broken.
Possibly for good.

Have you forgot you are family?

I encouraged Verity.

I brought them together again.

Will you go?! And never
enter this house again!

What have you done?

♪ Memories like voices
that call on the wind

♪ Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns

♪ Whispered and tossed
on the tide coming in

♪ Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

♪ Songs like the dream
that the bal maidens spin

♪ Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns

♪ Weaving the song
of the cry of the tin

♪ Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

♪ Voices like songs that
are heard in the dawn

♪ Medhel an gwyns, medhel an gwyns

♪ Singing the secrets
of children unborn

♪ Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns. ♪

Do he think he can buy
we off with faggons?

Hush, ye black worm!

Cap'n Ross already
be looking after we

by turning a blind eye
to us living in his barn.

Do he know we live here?

Course he do!

Bless him for it, maid. And ye, too.

And curse 'ee, ya mizzerly,
maazerly mongrel!

Oh, I could leather the arse of him.

Impressive operation, though,

the smelting works
on Trevaunance land.

Mm. Though it is difficult, I imagine,
without any actual copper.

Yes. Pity it will shortly
no longer be required.

Their mines produce a fraction
of what's needed.

At the last four auctions,
they were outbid.

And if they get no more copper
at the next auction,

surely that's the death
knell for Carnmore?

Were I Sir John Trevaunance,

I might regret having a brand-new
smelting works on my land,

and my money invested,
with nothing to produce.

You should go, dear.
Kate'll be wantin' you.

How is the child, Jinny?

She's better, Cap'n Poldark, sir.

Dr Enys say 'tis not the
putrid throat after all.

~ That's a mercy.
~ 'Tis, sir.

~ Only this week, there's
three dead of it in Sawle.
~ Here.

Take these for you and Jim's mother.

I'm that glad to serve
'ee again, ma'am.

I know 'ee can scarce afford me.

Jinny, if we did what we could afford,
we wouldn't get out of bed!

She has a new tooth coming.

Soon she'll be able
to bite like Garrick!

What's this?

It's from Verity.

When will Verity be home?

This is not Verity's home.

My throat's afire.

Get Mrs Tabb to fetch me a posset.

She's unwell. All the
servants are unwell.

I'm not unwell.

93, and the appetite of girl of 20!

If Verity were here, she'd
prescribe honey and liquorice.

Dr Choake prescribes leeches.

I've no faith in Dr Choake.

Nor I.

And even less in Verity.

Verity seems content.

So your experiment ended well.

And yours?

Carnmore?

Our hopes are pinned
on tomorrow's auction.

We have scraped together
enough capital to bid high.

If we get sufficient
copper, we'll survive.

If we had more capital, we'd
stand a better chance.

I wish to help. Let me help.

We could raise a mortgage on Nampara.

Already raised.

You could sell my brooch
and my best frock.

By no means.

We're not yet so desperate that I
must steal the gown off your back.

But I would feel better.

If I could somehow make amends...

I'll be home tomorrow.

Tonight I'll stay at the Red Lion.

'Twill go well at the auction.

You'll win all your bids,
get all the copper you need,

and Carnmore will be safe.

(Wave.)

You're wasting away.

I've no time for feasting.

Since Keren's death, you
take no care of yourself.

Since her husband's exile, I try
to care for those he left behind.

You've had word of him?

Safe and well in France,
with no plans to return.

So you may cease to lash yourself
into a frenzy of work.

May I? With this latest epidemic?

The putrid throat?

I'm struggling to contain it.
Whole families have gone under.

If the poor were better
fed and housed...

It's no respecter of privilege.

Choake has been summoned to Trenwith.

Who has it there?

All of them, I believe.

Can you not call?

They're Choake's patients.
He'd resent my interference.

Besides, I lay no claim to a cure.

Sometimes the weak survive
and the strong go under.

Stand aside, Mr Poldark.
We are on urgent business.

And I won't detain you. I came
to enquire after the family.

Is it the putrid throat?

Morbus strangulatorius?

What fool gave you that idea?

We have isolated the symptoms,
we have applied remedies,

and they are all on the mend.

So soon?

'Tis merely a question of
competent treatment, sir.

They'll be up and about in no time.

I have next to dispose of a
dole of ore from United Mines.

50 tonnes.

Sold to the South Wales
Smelting Company

for £7, 16 shillings a tonne.

Do you want some bread? Hm?

You've heard the news from Trenwith?

Tell me.

Wheal Busy. Parcel of red copper.

45 tonnes.

Sold to the South Wales
Smelting Company

for £8, 4 shillings a tonne.

ALL the servants ill? Not
one fit to tend them?

And Dr Choake called away to Truro

and not back till morning.

Wheal Leisure. 40 tonnes.

Wheal Leisure ore is sold to
the South Wales Smelting Company

for £7, 19 shillings.

And that concludes the auction
for today. Thank you, gentlemen.

If I'm not back by nightfall,

see Julia's milk boiled and
that she's put to bed. Hm?

Are we all that remain?

The Warleggans have
been most efficient.

I call to order this meeting
of the Carnmore Copper Company.

Proceed, sir.

I have to report that today,
yet again, we got no copper.

And since the prospect seems
unlikely to change...

We bow to the inevitable?

.. it is with extreme
regret that I declare

the Carnmore Copper
Company dissolved.

Ross! You're becoming a hermit.

Margaret was only saying

how much she's missed you at
our little gaming parties.

I've no time for cards these days.

Oh, well, Cousin Matthew
will be sad to hear that.

You know Margaret's
on her third Lord?

I don't know how, but she sucks
the life out of her lovers!

Her instinct for survival
is voracious.

And you should know!

She told me she'd once
had a fancy to marry you.

Not you?

My sights are set somewhat higher.

And how is your wife?

She was much remarked
on at the last ball.

You should bring her out more.

We've no time for
socialising, George.

The smelting company keeps you busy?

Wheal Leisure.

Ah, yes.

One of the few mines which still
offer prospects for the investor.

I believe some shares are shortly
coming onto the market.

And whose are they?

Oh, I understood them to be yours.

But perhaps I was misinformed.

You were.

Verity? Is that you?

No, it's Demelza.

Ross's little bud.

I came to enquire after the family.

They're sick, every last jack of 'em.

And who's to care for
'em with Verity gone?

She'd no business to
go. Her duty's here.

'Twas a selfish, cruel thing,
she did, to leave us like that.

It goes without saying I would
offer a generous price.

I have no control over my partners.

You could approach one of them.

What is it that offends you, Ross?

That we Warleggans have dared
to drag ourselves out of poverty

and aspire to gentility?

Poverty doesn't offend
me. Nor does aspiration.

But you're mistaken if you
think greed and exploitation

are the marks of a gentleman.

You know, one of these days you'll
find yourself without means,

without colleagues, without friends,

and with no-one to
blame but yourself.

Good day to you, George.

Demelza?

I came to see if I could help.

Oh, that is very kind of you.

I'm in despair.

My poor little boy.

He has these spasms,

then he vomits

and there's relief,

but only for a time, and
then it begins again.

You're sick yourself, Elizabeth.
You ought to be in bed.

I cannot leave my boy.

I'll stay with him.

I'll stay and look after you all.

The man imagined he could
drive up copper prices.

And get a "fairer
deal" for the mines.

And so he did. Till we became
wise and outbid him.

And now?

His smelting works stand idle.

The price of copper will fall again.

He'll be left with enormous debts.

And no obvious means
to discharge them.

Perhaps he will throw
himself upon your mercy.

He may try.

Excuse me.

It must be galling.

To have nothing but debt to show
for 12 months of hard labour?

Bad enough.

But to see your assets
now in enemy hands...

The smelting works?
On Trevaunance land?

What did you hear?

That Sir John, after battling
against the wind for months,

is now preparing to sail with it.

By selling to the Warleggans.

He must cover his losses.

While the rest of us go bankrupt.

If the servants hadn't been so ill...

But Doctor Choake says
half the village is down.

Sh. You ought to rest.

Who is it?

Demelza.

She's come to help us.

It is good of her to...

overlook past quarrels.

Mm.

So my own debts,

in addition to the
mortgage on Nampara?

Around £900.

More than I feared.

You have assets.

My shares in Wheal Leisure.

I was approached only yesterday
by a man named Cole,

with a good offer.

One that could clear all your debts.

For all my shares?

I got the impression
he'd go even higher.

Oh, he would.

On behalf of his master,
George Warleggan.

As you once remarked, beggars
cannot be choosers.

This time I can.

The Warleggans have a
habit of buying up mines

and closing them down

just to suppress competition
to their own holdings.

I'll be damned if I let that
happen to Wheal Leisure.

So...?

So...

I require capital of £1,000.

Without security.

Here. It will ease the rawness.

Will he die?

Not if I can help it.

Any luck?

Would I call it that?

To saddle a man with a 12-month
loan at interest of 40%?

I urge you to reconsider.

Start again, rather
than plunge in so deep

there might be no getting out.

I'll take my chance.

The odds are against you.

I know it.

And should I doubt it, the
sight of Matthew Sanson

parading about like a prize cockerel,

permitted to trade and socialise

as if his integrity
were not in tatters.

Who's to gainsay him?

The Warleggans are complete
masters of the district.

And this ship?

The Queen Charlotte.
Their latest venture.

They seem pleased with her.

They consider her their
flagship enterprise.

And themselves unassailable.

You shouldn't be out alone at dusk.

Poverty breeds desperate men.

You have news?

It will keep.

There's sickness at Trenwith.

Geoffrey Charles had it worst.

But I believe the crisis is past.

That's a relief.

I may never forgive Francis

but I would not wish the putrid
throat on my worst enemy.

Ross.

Yes?

I swore I would never keep
secrets from you again.

And so?

I went...

to Trenwith.

But they turned you away?

No.

I stayed all last night.

In God's name, why?

Ross, I had to. They were all
so sick, even the servants.

They had no-one to tend them.

And Geoffrey Charles so weak.

Twice I thought him gone.

But this morning, he brought round

and Dr Choake says
the worst is now over.

I cannot believe you
would do such a...

What would you have done?

What did you do?

For Jim Carter.

You're right.

It was a kind and generous act.

Perhaps in a fortnight, I'll
be in a mood to appreciate it.

Put on a gown. You'll catch a chill.

I'm hot. 'Tis she that's cold.

Bring her to bed.

Sh.

My throat is dry.

I'll get some water.

What is it?

My throat is swollen.

You have a rash.

They both have it.

The symptoms are unmistakable.

How bad will it be?

If they get through the night?

Dear God. Surely...

There's no reliable treatment.

What can I do?

Pray.

Can you hear me, my love?

Can you hear me?

Demelza?

Try to drink this. Just a sip.

She won't take it.

~ The fever's worsening.
~ Can you save her?

Saved?

Are ye saved, daughter?

Are ye saved?

Are ye saved?

Saved from what?

An impudent trull like that?

We must get her to drink something.

Drink is the devil's work!

Turn away, daughter.

Come home and live
a clean and pure life.

There's little more I can do.

You must fight, my
love. You must fight.

Fight me? Fight me? Come
on, then! Come on!

Corn! We must have corn!

How else are we meant to
feed our starving children?

15 shillings a bushel!

15 shillings and not a penny less!

Demelza, do not underestimate
the scale of your ignorance,

your arrogance, your utter disregard
for truth and consequence.

She's fading. She's
fading. Oh, dear God.

What can I do?

Let go, my dear. Let go.

I'll take care of Ross.

You know he would rather be with me.

You know he would rather be with me.

(You know he would
rather be with me.)

Forgive me.

Forgive me. I cannot save her.

I will stay with her.

I would not have her be afraid.

Julia...

Poldark will not be
bothering us for a while.

Because?

He'll be otherwise engaged.

With what?

His daughter's burial.

You should try to rest.

I should have provided for them.

Who?

It's the custom after the burial.

The winter's been savage.

The least I could've done
was fed and watered them.

Who would expect it? They
know of Demelza's illness.

Everything I touch is cursed.

You cannot believe that.

~ So many came.
~ Yes.
~ So many.

They care for you.

I should have provided for them.

There's no change.

For better or for worse.

You should take some air.

And then sleep.

The maiden voyage of
the Queen Charlotte...

.. the demise of the Carnmore
Copper Company...

.. and its chief architect.

Something amiss?

Far from it.

Today I omitted to provide
for the mourners.

Now that will be remedied.

Jud! Jud, wake up!

Goddamn! If a man's not king
of 'is own blathering 'ouse...

~ There's a wreck, Jud!
~ Where? Where's she struck?

Hendrawna Beach. Go
and rouse the others.

I'll to Sawle and Marazanvose.

Why bring in all they?

She's a prize of a
ship. Carrying food.

There'll be pickings for all.

Zacky! Zacky! Hendrawna Beach!

There's a wreck. Paul!
Go rouse the village.

~ What is she?
~ A brigantine.

Grain aboard, pilchards, enough
to fill your bellies for a month!

How do you know?

I know who owns her.

Yah! Yah!

How long mun we wait?
My gizzards is rumblin'.

You'll be fed soon enough.

Paul, Zacky, get fires going.

Tell the women to form a line.
And keep the children clear.

Hellfire and damnation!

It cannot be!

~ Hendrawna Beach - isn't that...?
~ Poldark land.

Feed the children first.

There'll be plenty for all later.

These people should hang!

Give me a rope and I'll do it myself!

~ Captain Bray must testify.
~ To what?

To the plunder and lawlessness!
Better still, Matthew.

He can testify against Poldark.

Always assuming he witnesses.

Whether he witnesses or not!

Good God, boy.

You don't suggest we wait
for actual evidence?

Matthew is a gentleman.

He's a Warleggan -

worth two of any Poldarks and his
word will carry twice the weight.

And I'll be damned if we don't turn
this debacle to our advantage!

Do we think he'll be there?

If the reports are true.

Of his daughter?

He may not be in the
mood for plunder.

~ Then again, he may.
~ And if he is?

He'll be caught in the act.

Cap'n Ross!

Cap'n Ross!

~ 'Ey be comin' from 'Luggan.
~ Who?

Why, the blathering miners!

'Ey saw the boat from the cliffs

and followed her round
the coast to 'ere!

They'll be wantin' a piece
of her, that's for certain!

We'll give 'em a bastin'!

We bamfered 'em once,
we can do it again!

'Tis a clubbish lot they are, though.

'Tis said they'll leave a man drown,
just to 'ave the shirt off his back.

Ted'n right, ted'n fit,
ted'n fair, ted'n proper.

'Tes our beach, 'tes our vittles.

Clear as much cargo as
we can before they arrive.

Once they're here, it'll
be out of our hands.

It's mine! It's mine! She's mine!
I'll not be parted from 'er!

Ugh!

The situation is grave.

I'm given to understand there's a
serious risk to passengers and crew.

From drowning, sir?

From the rabble on the beach.

And since many of the
passengers are gentlemen,

in particular my own
cousin, Matthew...

And then there's the
matter of the cargo.

'Tis generally accepted
that what's washed ashore

~ is property of the finder.
~ It is the property of the Warleggans,

and anyone plundering
will be guilty of theft

and committing a capital offence.

I'm certain we understand each other.

Indeed we do, sir.

I had hoped...

I could've sworn she'd
come round by now.

Will she yet, do you think?

I wish I could know for certain.

You should go, Jinny. Help
your family at Hendrawna.

I'll be off now, sir.

~ Who was at the door?
~ Someone to look after mistress.

The 'Luggan miners be 'ere,
Ross! Far end o' the beach.

Go home. Make the women
and children safe.

Keep your doors shut and bolted.

Nay, I'll budge for no man. 'Tis
our cove, 'tis our pickings.

Let them strip the vessel if they
choose. We've had the best of her.

Take him home,

before his mouth gets him into
mischief it can't talk him out of.

Yes, Mr Ross. Lord
bless you, Mr Ross.

~ Survivors, Ross! Bein' washed ashore!
~ Where?

Far side o' the beach,
comin' in on the tide.

They won't last long with
'Luggan's finest to greet 'em!

~ Get everyone off the beach now.
~ What will you do?

See what I can do for the survivors.

Help! Help!

Help!

Hey!

Sanson!

Keep your distance,
man! We are armed!

I was about to offer you shelter.

Who are you?

My name is Poldark.

I have a house nearby.

Have you no control over
these savages here?

None whatsoever.

It's a disgrace.

Two years ago, I was
shipwrecked off Patagonia

and treated less barbarously.

Perhaps the natives were better
fed than these miners.

Fed?

If it were only food! But all
of our cargoes has been pillaged

and we ourselves barely
escaped with our lives.

It's monstrous.

There is much in this world
which is monstrous.

Those who prefer not to freeze
to death, follow me.

How do we know it's not a trap?

You'll have to take my word for it.

The word of a gentleman?

I must get word to Mr Warleggan.

He's already apprised, sir.
'Twas he who despatched us.

You'll set about reclaiming
our goods from this rabble?

Never fear, sir. We'll
soon restore order.

I wouldn't count on it.

I have my orders.

Then at least wait till daylight.

These people are fighting drunk
and quarrelling among themselves.

~ Interfere and they'll turn on you.
~ But if we fired into them...

Not half of you would come out alive.

You'll pardon me, gentlemen,
but may I ask for quietness?

My wife is seriously ill.

Ross! You're back.

These men survived the wreck.
They will need your attention.

Forgive me. I was trying to sleep.

Then who's with Demelza?

I was too weak to
come to the funeral.

But, hearing she might
still be in danger...

There's no need.

She saved my child.

Yes.

And lost yours in return.

~ Oh, Ross, if I could
do anything that would...
~ You can.

You can pray to God I do not
lose the love of my life.

Of course.

Come back, my love.

Come back.

Come back.

Has she come to take you?

No.

No, my love. She will never take me.

I was sorry to hear of your loss.

The world is a darker
place without her.

And a brighter one without him.

Could you have saved him?

Why would I wish to?

Common decency?

He showed none.

You insist that we are enemies

when, in fact, we have
much in common...

and could be allies.

God forbid I should
ever be so desperate.

~ Where's Julia?
~ Sh.

You've been asleep a long while.

There was a shipwreck.

Where?

On Hendrawna Beach.

I've never seen a wreck.

Where's Julia?

But I was not with her.

I was.

Could you tell that
she was leaving us?

~ Was she afraid?
~ She was peaceful.

I held her in my arms.

Ross!

That upstart is here again.

I really cannot face him. I...

Let him be told we're
not yet recovered.

I will make our excuses.

Forgive my intrusion.

I was returning from the wreck.

No doubt you heard my
cousin Matthew perished.

I wish there was some
consolation I could offer.

There is.

These are strange times, Elizabeth.

We should no longer
stand on ceremony.

If you say so.

Sooner or later, we
must all declare...

for one side or another.

For which side do you declare?

For no side.

At least...

for no man.

You must not say this to me, George.

Oh, I must.

And I do.

I will no longer have my
feelings misunderstood.

Or my intentions.

I bid you good day, Elizabeth.

I wish...

I wish...

What do you wish?

I wish I'd had the
chance to say goodbye.

Geoffrey Charles is well.

We must take heart from that.

Can you?

And so must you.

Will you make it up with Francis?

Even though he betrayed us?

You make me ashamed.

Your heart is so generous.

You always see the good in things.

I will invite him to join
me at Wheal Leisure.

Together we will try to resurrect
the fortunes of the Poldark mines.

Will that satisfy you?

So there is hope.

And it will not have been
for nothing after all.

Captain Poldark?

I have orders to take
you to Truro Jail.

On what charge?

Wrecking. Inciting a riot. Murder.

'Tis a mistake! You cannot
believe it. Ross, tell him!

Who accuses me?

Who accuses me?

George.

♪ I'd pluck a fair rose for my love

♪ I'd pluck a red rose blowin'

♪ Love's in my heart

♪ Trying so to prove

♪ What your heart's knowin'. ♪