All language subtitles for Poldark S03E09

France be a terrible place now.
For I am no friend of revolution,

to be governed by the mob. Common
folk do need someone on their side.

Would you not use your power wisely?

I cannot be another man's puppet.

The voting begins at two. He won?!

So, my dear,
you're to go to Westminster!

I should not have told him.

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

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

Then deny it, lie if necessary.

He has no proof that Valentine is mine.

Do you not love him?

I must find a way.

Close your eyes and submit.

Of course I've resumed the marital
relations! Then you must cease forthwith.

Should you like me to sit on your lap?

I'm not sure I...

Of course you would.

You went to visit Aunt Agatha's grave?
What did you find there?

Things I needed to attend to.

I wish I could be two people.

One, your loving wife. And the other?

Someone new -
who could love another just for a day.

The old grey duck

She stole her nest

And laid up in the fields

And when the young ones
They came forth

They had no tails nor beels

They had no tails nor...

What's that? Out there?

What?

Be they ours?

French.

Lord save us!

Attack. Attack!

The Frenchies are coming!
Ring the bells!

The Frenchies are coming!

Attack!

The Frenchies are coming!
The Frenchies are coming!

The Frenchies are coming!

Where they gone?

They'll be spying out our defences,
but...

they'll be back.

This threat from the French
cannot be ignored.

Cornwall is woefully unprepared for
an enemy which is now at our door.

Those men with military experience

will form and train
companies of volunteers

to quell threat and disorder
wherever it appears.

When the hour comes and come it will -

we must not be found wanting.

Truro is a key location...

If she whom I desire
would stoop to love me,

I would come hand-in-hand,
and, kneeling,

ask that she kindly receive me...

..and deign to understand
that all I have is hers...

..forever and a day.

Press but her lips to mine...

..and never let love decay.

You should not be here alone.

The French have been sighted,

and there's rumours of invasion.

No doubt you'll take up the flag
and lead the charge against them.

And become a leader of men?

I happen to agree with Sir Francis.

I've seen what chaos revolution brings,

and I do not wish that on Cornwall.

I intend to visit Drake, Mama.

My love, as you know,

I've no objection
to your visiting Mr Carne.

He has a respectable trade

and you seem fond of him.

But delay a while -

Uncle George returns
from Westminster today

and I know he'd wish us
to spend some time with him.

Remember what we agreed, my love.
Uncle George...

"Is a kind and generous man who only
wishes to be a good father to me."

Even though what he did to Drake...

Was wrong. And I'm sure he regrets it.

But if you and he quarrel,
it will distress me beyond words.

For your sake, Mama. I'll be civil.

The old smithy on
the edge of Trenwith land -

who owns it now?

I believe Ross purchased it
for his brother-in-law.

And very splendid it is!

You permit him to visit?

Yes, that was my decision.

What harm can it do?

Morwenna is wed, Geoffrey Charles
will soon return to school.

How is Drake Carne in any way a threat?

The smithy is adjacent to my land -
it's deliberate provocation by Ross.

My dear, must we forever be imagining

some Trenwith-Nampara feud?

I doubt Ross wastes a moment
thinking of us,

so I suggest we do likewise.

I trust you've suffered
no insolence from him since I left?

I can't remember
the last time I saw him.

Come, my dear,
you must be weary from your journey.

I am, indeed.

It's good to be home.

It is not his home!

It's a Poldark house.

And he is a usurper!

Let him be, Master Geoffrey.
He can't touch you here.

No, he cannot.

Mama says I may visit,
and I shall do so every day.

Drake Carne has had the impudence
to set up shop on my boundary.

Tonight, you will begin
to show him how unwise that was.

You will find ways of ensuring
his residence there

is of short duration.

Rely on me, sir.

Good boy.

Following my last visit,

I'm pleased to say Mrs Whitworth
continues to improve.

Ah. Yes, indeed. God be praised.

Though I would recommend
a further period of abstinence.

Of course!

I'm relieved to hear you say so.

But if I might suggest -
some more of that helpful tincture?

To ensure her rest is undisturbed.

If Mrs Whitworth has no objection.

As you wish.

My dear, why not rest a while
before you enjoy my first sermon

at Sawle Church this afternoon?

I will bring you your sedative.

That's kind of you, Ossie.

So I'm thinking of moving
the family home to London.

Why?

If the French invade,
there's no telling how this house,

or our bank,
or our grain stores might be ransacked.

We must protect ourselves.

Whilst abandoning
our tenants and servants?

Every man for himself.

I suspect Sir Francis
might disagree with you.

Present your firelocks!

Order your firelocks!

Couldn't pay me to enlist.

You're naught but a puppet.

Gentlemen, you have responded
to the call to maintain order

and defend your country.

You are under my command,

you will obey my orders.

If you find this unacceptable,

now is the moment to depart.

'Ross Poldark?'

I must ask you is he the right man?

In view of his recklessness,
lawlessness,

previous contempt for authority.

He IS the authority.

And what is his remit?

To quell threat and disorder
wherever it appears.

And can he be trusted
to carry out your instructions?

More to the point, can you?

In your first term at Westminster

you voted against a bid to increase
the legal rights of commoners.

You have challenged all proposals
for lowering interest rates

and opposed a bill for enforcing
a fixed price for grain.

In voting according to my conscience...

You have ignored our explicit agreement!

Meanwhile,
you conspire with other grain merchants

to keep prices high,

despite the failed harvest
and recent rioting.

If unrest should again
rear its ugly head,

it is comforting to know that
a hero is on hand to save us.

And finally, Lord,

thank you for granting your humble
servant the living of St Sawle.

Further parishes would be
most gratefully received. Amen.

Vicar, I have some disquieting news.

I'm with child.

I waited and waited
to be sure there's no mistake.

There is no mistake.

Dear God!

What shall we do?

"We"? Perhaps I should run away.

Might you? No, you're right.

We must face this together.

I came to report, sir.

Spare me the details.
Is the matter handled?

Well and truly, sir.

That's all I need to know.

Drake!

Must've happened in the night.

Judas! Who would do such a thing?

Nay, 'tis not all.

This day already, four folks sent word

saying they'll not be
needing my services more.

Yet I must carry on.

Your work is good, your price fair,
you've made no enemies.

Bet it's George,
up to his old tricks again.

Gettin' at Drake to get at you.

George is a Member of Parliament.

He could hardly risk his reputation
by harassing a lowly blacksmith.

And besides, Elizabeth would
never permit such behaviour.

And you know that for a fact?

I know Elizabeth.

Shall I answer as a friend
or a physician?

Which will tell me
what I most want to hear?

There's no kindness
in giving false hope.

So I must surrender?

My vision and...

..my heart's desire?

The latter you never possessed,
nor ever could.

So what do you prescribe, my friend?

Acceptance.

Satisfied, are 'ee?

I could wish my rum was less depleted.

Stand by while high and mighties
set their ruffians on the meek?

If it is George, confrontation
and aggression is fruitless.

He will deny it and we have no proof.

All we can hope is
he will soon become bored

and find some other innocent to torment!

Is what we hope? Some other victim?

So we can say, "Naught to do with we".

Demelza, this week there were
three French ships on the horizon!

I may soon have a real battle to fight.

Spare me this one!

I think, Vicar,
I may have found a solution.

If I were to marry someone else.

There is a young man of course,
he does not know of my condition.

Perhaps he would utterly spurn me
if he did.

Who is this person?

Arthur Solway, from the library.

And have you been intimate with him?

Oh, Vicar, how could you think so?

Then how can you think
he will marry you?

Because he asked me last week.

Ah. And he is quite unaware of...

Quite unaware.

And you think if you marry him
he never need know?

Of course he must know.

I'm amazed you would even
suggest that I lie!

Obviously,
I will not tell him whose child it is.

Might he agree?

I think he could be persuaded.

With the right inducement.

�1,000.

Rowella, escort this person from my
house and see that he never returns.

SHE SOBS

Do you not think, if even the likes
of Tholly grow discontented

and find they must speak out...

Tholly loves the sound of his own voice.

If you do not challenge
the corrupt and unjust,

then commoners will rise and then
you'll be powerless to help them.

What would you have me do?

I'd have you step up.

I'd have you be great!

I'd have you declare what you stand for!

You would have me pontificate
and play the hero -

and make some grand dramatic gesture.

I am not that man, Demelza.
I have never been that man.

And if that's what you seek,
I suggest you look elsewhere.

Mama, may I beg a favour?

What is it, my sweet?

Will you hear what my friend has to say?

A petition. From the people of Grambler,
Sawle and Mellin.

Will I sell them grain
at 30 shillings a bushel?

Are they mad?

Do they not realise
my family has a business to run?

Expenses to cover?

If the people of Grambler,
Sawle and Mellin cannot afford it,

we will sell it to these who can.

If the landing happens here,

we need to evacuate the cottages
close to the shore

and get the tenants out of harm's way.

If need be...

Ross, you have a visitor.

"A natural leader".

What fool told you that?

"Daring, resourceful, courageous."

Courage is often confused with
having nothing to lose.

We have much to lose here,
if the French descend.

If they do,
I trust we will rise to the occasion.

That is my hope, too.

Yet, as we both know,
sometimes, when occasion beckons,

the chalice is offered and declined.

Sometimes the chalice is poisoned.

One never knows until one tries.

My second choice of candidate
had no such scruples.

George is a first-rate politician.

I doubt you mean that as a compliment.

Yet the event often proves
the worth of the man.

Cometh the hour?

Are you suggesting that this persecution

is the work of our servants?

I'm sorry to say so, ma'am.

And I know it must be unbeknown to you.

To me? Are you saying
it is known to Mr Warleggan?

I can't say that, ma'am.

All I do know is,
Tom Harry have threatened my customers,

breek'd my forge
and set light to my workshop.

What is this man doing here?

He asked to speak to me and...

Get out of my house.

I meant no offence, ma'am.

None has been taken.

Now! Before I have you thrown out.

Why was that upstart here?

To ask me to intervene on his behalf.

Intervene?

Is it true that you've been attempting

to drive him from his forge?

His presence there is
a deliberate affront by Ross!

And that justifies this harassment?

Wrecking a man's workshop,
threatening his customers?

Good God, I know no details,
I leave the minutiae to Tom Harry!

If the details are beneath you,

is not also the intimidation
of a young man

whose only crime is
to be related to Ross Poldark?

Drake Carne defied me.

He brought toads to our pond.

Whatever Tom saw fit to do...

Tom Harry is a brute
and I want him dismissed.

I want no trouble.

Should've thought about that

before you came trespassing
on private property.

I aren't trespassin'.
I came to speak to Mrs Warleggan.

Do we believe him?

Right, lads.

Scat him up!

Tom!

Best hope your blessed toads
come save 'ee!

I took the liberty, Vicar,
of visiting Arthur

to see if he would be willing
to accept a smaller sum.

And?

In consideration of the very
great sacrifice I would be making,

to my principles,

to my reputation...

..the very least I could accept is �700.

I've pleaded with him, Vicar,

but he says there are things
I do not understand.

We will need a cottage.

With furnishings.

And a garden.

Perhaps you'd like a carriage too?
And several footmen?

This is extortion of the grossest kind.
Get out!

I remember when I first saw you do that.

A lifetime ago.

How I saw you go from raw ensign
and scourge of authority

to able young captain.

You'll also recall how
I earned that promotion.

By being the last man standing
after the ambush at James Creek.

One thing remains consistent -

your propensity for self-deprecation.

You're principled and high-minded.

But, sometimes, in order to affect
change, hands must be dirtied.

Forgive me, Vicar.

I wish to let you know that
I've written to the Bishop.

I've asked him to pray for me.

You haven't told him
about your condition?

He will never believe you.

He will think you an hysterical child.

I've also mentioned the mole
you have on your left buttock.

Shaped like a pig's tail?
'Tis very distinctive.

I've drawn it for him.

You are the most evil...

I think, Vicar,
that Arthur would be willing

for me to give you this letter.

In exchange for �500.

You should never've let him go.

'Twas but a courtesy call, he said.

Drake!

Dear God.

Is he dead? He's breathing.
He's still breathin'! Get help!

Go to Killewarren and fetch Dwight.

You're lucky to be alive.

Who did this?

Can't rightly say.

I never see'd their faces.

'Twas George's brutes!
Who else would it be?

Then there'll be no recourse.

George will deny all knowledge,
and who can challenge him?

Must we truly stand by
while the rich and mighty

ride roughshod across we?

I don't believe God means
for I to do it.

Nor I, lad.

To see a young tacker basted
to within an inch of his life?

And none call'd to answer for it?

And Warleggan a Member of Parliament?

All the more reason for him and his
enterprises to be held to account.

'Tis time...

..to hit him where it hurts.

Yeah! Hear, hear.

When shall we go to London?

Go when you please.

You cannot still be angry?

Because of the incident with the boy?

You surely don't suggest...

That we're incompatible?

That our marriage is foundering
on suspicion and jealousy?

That your objection to the boy
is really your hatred of Ross?

I wondered when that name would occur.

Are you not jealous of him?

Is suspicion not eating you up?

Poisoning your family life?

Turning your achievements
to bitterness and gall?

There can be no future for
our marriage if that is the case.

Make haste. Quiet about it.

That's it. Heave.
One, two, three, heave.

Make fast.

Secure it at the back.
Be quick about it. Quick about it.

Ready?

And heave!

Oh, maid, come home.

There's a visitor!

I can't now. Drake needs me.

Beggin' yer pardon.
'Tis one I b'la you'd wish to see.

I can stay and make myself useful.

No, tidn't right, Prudie.

How oft do the men
take a fancy to another woman

and sometimes act on it?

I would never.
It would break Ross's heart.

No, I must give up all thoughts of him.

As Ross gave up all thought
of Elizabeth for me.

Did he? Are 'ee sure?

I only tell 'ee of it
for I know it means naught.

'Tis but a dalliance.

A "dalliance".

So 'ee may have one of yer own,

without troublin' yer conscience.

Go home, Prudie.

Well, my dear,
I trust you're feeling rested

and ready to resume your... No, Ossie.

My dear, I think you forget yourself.

I come in all friendliness,

intending to give the natural...

I said no.

You will leave this room
and never return.

Can I believe my ears?

Are you so wilful?

So headstrong? So...

Blind?

No. Nor half-witted neither.

My sister is with child.

Your child.

Despite your attempts to sedate me,

I have not been deaf all of the time.

You must realise it was not my fault!

That girl has some evil in her
which makes a man possessed!

But now, by the grace of God,

I've returned to you.

So let us pray together

and then happily resume our marital..

Never.

You have no right to deny me.

I am your husband
and you will do as I command.

And I will kill your son!

So help me God,
if you do so much as approach me again,

I will smother him.

Merciful heaven!

You don't believe I'll do it?

Do you really want to take that chance?

You've been ill, Morwenna,

and I've no wish to see you relapse.

I will leave you to think over
your duty to me...

..and will pray to our Lord
to grant you forgiveness.

I didn't mean it.
Of course I didn't mean it.

But Drake be no harm to anyone.

It beggars belief.

Had he been found an hour later.

Of course Demelza asked me
not to tell you.

She's afraid of what
I might do to George.

As well she may be.

Will you go to Trenwith?

This instant.

What is it? Is it Drake?

Agatha's grave.

Need we discuss that now?

Things you need to attend to -
what things?

None that need concern you.

That's convenient, Ross.

No concern of mine who you meet,
who you talk to...

who you kiss.

It is not what you imagine.

Ross, I'm weary of it.

Secret kisses, secret smiles.

How many other secrets
must there be between us?

Keep them, Ross. Keep them all.

And I will keep mine.

Demelza.

Urgent word from Truro, Captain.

What is it? The French?

The peace and safety
of our country is threatened.

We are ordered to the northern road.

We must mobilise at once!

Well...

can I make it any plainer?

I abandon my squadron,
in the middle of a war,

to throw myself at your feet.

Is there a more extravagant way
I could declare my love?

A longer poem would've sufficed!

Not for me.

Shall we walk to Hendrawna Sands?

May I take your hand?

But if someone should see?

I will tell them that
I need you to guide me.

And very soon it will be true.

I've been discharged from the Navy.

For what?

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

I do not presume
to compare myself to Ross.

He's a great man.

My saviour and friend.

But you are...

His wife.

And mother of his children.

And I've no wish to threaten that.

I would not allow it.

Your head might not.

But would your heart?

It is to the heart which I now appeal.

That part which, dare I say it,

has been neglected.

Can you allow me this?

Shall we grant ourselves to each other?

So that I may go into the darkness

knowing that I...

I once tasted heaven?

We're here for the grain.

Stand aside.

Take them home, Tholly.

Yer father'd turn in his grave!

His own son, changin' sides,

panderin' to the pomp an' privileged?

When the French arrive,
you may wish to be elsewhere.

There be no French.
Only threat to us here is thee.

Will 'ee not take a stand with us,
brother?

Will 'ee not show
where thy loyalties lie?

You know where this leads, Tholly.

Bloodshed, riot.

We've both seen it.

So go now and no harm will come to you.

Folks are starving!
You know who this grain store belong to?

The man who battered thine own kin.

George Warleggan.

Warleggan do think he's above the law.

Is't not thy duty
to hold him to account?

My duty is to King and country -

and I will do whatever it takes
to keep the peace.

You have until the count of ten
to disperse.

Or what, young Cap'n?

Or what?

Is this what they brought you to?

Are 'ee so enthralled
with the establishment

you'd subdue by force
your old comrades and friends?

You leave me no choice.

One, two...

..three, four...

..five, six,

seven,

eight,

nine...

..ten.

Terror and bloodshed,

that is not democracy,
that is vengeance.

I do not endorse bloodshed and violence.

I am not that man, Demelza,
I have never been that man.

If you do not challenge
the corrupt and unjust,

then commoners will rise.

You'd subdue by force,
your old comrades and friends?

Judas!

You're right, my friend.

Of course I've changed sides.

I'm not here to defend my country,

but to protect the property
of my good friend George,

who would like nothing better than
for me to pick up arms against you.

But the time has come
to take a stand against him.

And not just here.

But in the corridors of Westminster.

That much is clear now.

So the next time I'm asked
to stand for public office...

..can you imagine
what my answer will be?

Good lad.

Elizabeth...

I must...

Are you saying that my doubts,

my suspicions,

are completely unfounded?

Name them and I will tell you.

I...

believe...

I believe that you still love Ross.

No, George. That is not all you believe.

Is it not enough?

More than enough!

No doubt it's why you set your creatures

to follow me day and night.

But that is not all, is it?

Is it?

I...

I will dismiss Tom Harry.

I will repair the boy's smithy
at my own expense.

Tell me why you treat your son
as if he were not your son?

Is he my son?

Who else's could he be?

Now you see how jealousy
is eating you up?

I cannot abide it.

I will not abide it.

No. No, Elizabeth, please, I...

I swear that I have never
given myself to another man,

except my first husband,
Francis, and you.

But of course even that
will not satisfy you!

So I will leave Trenwith today,

taking Geoffrey Charles and Valentine.

No, Elizabeth! Wait, I beg you.

Perhaps I was... Perhaps...

Perhaps I was too hasty.

As you say, there have been suspicions -

unfounded, clearly unjust.

I've been...misguided...

and yet you must see that this is
only a reflection of my regard,

of my love, of my very great love.

Is love cruel?

Is love unkind?

Is your bitter,
vile coldness towards me and your son...

It will cease. From this moment.

So will my jealousy.

So my suspicions. Swear it!

I have sworn.

So must you.

You will never again speak
or even harbour such vile suspicions

about your wife and child.

I will not. I will not. I swear it.

I will never again.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I forgive you.

Is Westminster ready for Ross Poldark?

Ready or not, change is long overdue.

When next it's offered,
I believe he'll accept.

I have some changes of my own
I'd like to propose.

And do they involve less patients?

Less training with the Volunteers?

And in their place more kisses,
more bonbons, and more lying abed.

Bonbons are bad for the health.

But kisses are the cure for everything!

Where's Demelza?

Out.

Where?

She didn't say.

Alone?

Had a visitor.

Is she coming back?

'Spect so.

She didn't say.

I thought I would die today.

I too.

But when I did not,

I began to think life has some
purpose that I knowed not till now.

Why think 'ee so?

For this day I found green shoots
coming up out o' season.

And what shoots they be?

Winter primroses.

Well, Ross.

My compliments to the Volunteers.

I believe they were
put to good use today.

Oh, did you think you were being
summoned to fight the Frenchies?

No, it seems Tom Harry
got the better of you.

A little nudge and your muskets
protect my grain store.

But you humble foot soldiers must go
where your betters decree,

I believe.

And what else do you believe, George?

I believe I have
every reason for optimism.

I believe I have a devoted wife,
a thriving son, a fine estate

and a parliamentary career
which has barely begun.

What is it you believe, Ross?

That belief is a beautiful thing.

Wherever you are...

..know that I love you.

I thought you might not return.

I thought so too.

Yet here I am.

Demelza.

May I ask? No, Ross.

Ask me nothing.