All language subtitles for Poldark S03E09 Epiosde 3.9.DVDRip.NonHI.en.BBC

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♪ 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 bills ♪

♪ They had no tails
nor bi... ♪

What's that, out there?

What?

Be they ours?

France.

Lord, save us.

- The Frenchies are comin'!
- Ring a bell!

The Frenchies are comin'!

The Frenchies are comin'!

The Frenchies are comin'!

The Frenchies are comin'...

Where have they gone?

They'll be spyin' out
our defenses,

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.

Rest but her lips to mine.

And never let love decay.

You should not be here alone.

The French have been sighted.

There's rumors 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.

Yes.

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'll 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 nought 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 have happened in the night.

Judas, who would do
such a thing?

Nay, it is not all.

This day already,
four folks sent word saying

they'd not be needing
my services more.

Yet, I must carry on.

Nay, your work is good,

your price fair.

You've made no enemies.

Bet it's George.

Up to his old tricks again,

getting 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 behavior.

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 is 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, huh?

While the high and mighty 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 that what we hope?

Some other victim

so we can say,
"Nought 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.

Well, 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...
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.

Do you not think
if even the likes of Tholly

grow discontent and then finally

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've never been that man.

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

Mama, may I beg a favor?

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 realize 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 those 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,

we have the farm
at Mellin to house...

Ross, we 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.

And 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?

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,

breaked 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 offense, 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 live 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.

You should have thought about
that before you came

trespassing on private property.

I aren't trespassing.

Came to speak
to Mrs. Warleggan.

Do we believe him?

All right, lads.

Scat him up.

Tom!

Let's 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.
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 effect 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
have let him go.

'Twas but a courtesy call,
he said.

Drake!

Dear God.

Is he dead?

He's breathin'...
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.

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 called
to answer for it.

And Warleggan
a member of parliament.

All the more reason
for him and his enterprises

to be held to account.

- Yeah...
- Yes, all right...

'Tis time...

to hit him where it hurts.

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,
quick about it.

Quick about it.

Ready?

And heave!

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Oh, maid, come home.

There's a visitor.

I can't now, Drake needs me.

Begging your

pardon.

'Tis one I b'la you wish to see.

I can stay
and make myself useful.

No, 'tisn't right, Prudie.

How oft do the men take
a fancy to another woman

and sometimes act on it?

I would never;
t'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?

You sure?

I only tell you of it,
for you know it means naught.

'Tis but a dalliance.

A dalliance?

So, 'ee may have
one of your own,

without troubling
your conscience.

Go home, Prudie.

Well, my dear.

I trust you are 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 willful,
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 realize
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 have returned to you,

so let us pray together.

And then, happily
resume our marriage.

Never.

You have no right to deny me.

I am your husband

and you will do as I command.

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 have no wish

to see you relapse.

I will leave you...

to think over your duty to me.

I 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 was 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 am 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're ordered
to the northern road.

We must mobilize at once.

Well.

Can I make it any plainer?

I abandoned 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 have sufficed.

Not for me.

Shall we walk
to Hendrawna Sands?

♪♪

May I take your hand?

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 savior and friend.

But you are..

His wife.

And mother of his children.

And I've not wish
to threaten that.

I would not allow it.

Your head might not.

But would your heart?

It is to the heart
to which I now appeal

and 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 once
tasted heaven?

♪♪

♪♪

We're here for the grain.

Stand aside.

Take them home, Tholly.

Your father'd turn in his grave.

His own son changing sides,

pandering to the pomp
and privileged.

When the French arrive,

you may wish to be elsewhere.

There be no French.

Only threat to us here is thee.

Will ye not take a stand

with us, brother?

Will ye 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 is starving.

You know who this
grainstore belonged to?

The man who battered thine own
kin, George Warleggan.

Warleggan do think
he's above the law!

It's 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 captain?

Or what?

Is this what
they brought 'ee 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, bloodshed.

That is not democracy;
that is vengeance.

I do not endorse bloodshed.

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, Ross!

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 or night.

But that is not all, is it?

Is it?

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, 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 bile 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 harbor

such vile suspicions
about your wife and child.

I will not...
I swear it.

I will never, never again.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

I forgive you.

Is Westminster ready
for Ross Poldark?

Ready or night,
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.

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?

Expect so.

She didn't say.

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 ye so?

For this day, I found
green shoots coming up,

out of 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 grainstore.

But you humble
footsoldiers 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.

♪♪