All language subtitles for Poldark - S01E05 - Episode 5.en

♪♪

(water dripping and echoing)

(loud banging)

(rocks cracking)

(sighs)

(horse neighing)

Captain Poldark.

Dr. Enys!

You survived the journey?

Missed the riots in London,
but caught them in Exeter!

We're uncivilized here,
let me warn you.

I've seen worse.

You've saved worse!

Come meet my friends.

Paul, Zacky, Mark,
this is Dwight Enys.

I have him to thank
for patching me up!

I trust my skill's
improved since then.

Dwight is here to make a study
of mine diseases.

There's no shortage of subjects.

Do you suffer yourself?

Heart and lungs of an ox.

Then I hope we'll have no call
to meet except socially.

You must come meet my wife.

(birds chirping)

ROSS:
Demelza, my friend,

Dr. Dwight Enys.

Ma'am.

'Twas you that mended his face?

Your fame precedes you, sir.

My infamy, you mean.

Well, I intend to keep
my head down here.

I've no wish to become
notorious.

(bell ringing)

MAN:
Roll up!

A picture of conjugal bliss.

Make the most of it
while you still can.

You look well.

Oh! A month to go

and I'm already fatter
than Prudie.

CHOAKE:
If in doubt, purge.

That's our motto.

Bleed, boil, blister, sweat.

Healing is a science, ma'am.

Few comprehend its mysteries.

Or its fees.

I merely meant not everyone
can afford expensive treatments.

And sometimes,
does it not do better

to work with nature's remedies?

And you are...?

Dr. Dwight Enys.

He's here to make a study
of mine diseases.

He's come to the right place.

Not if he cares to eat.

The only cases are miners,
and they rarely pay.

I wonder if healing
is not its own reward?

When you're living under a hedge
and dining off thistles,

perhaps you'll care to revisit
that question, sir.

How's Grambler?

Mortgaged to the hilt,
running out of ore,

the price of copper tumbling.

Perhaps we'll all be sleeping
under hedges soon.

Stop playing with him,
Mark, come on!

KEREN:
I am undone.

There be no living,

none,

if Bertram be away.

'Twere all one that I should
love a bright particular star

and think to wed it.

He is so above me.

In his bright radiance
and collateral light

must I be comforted,
not in his sphere...

My love?

It's just an ache.

I'll maybe stretch
my legs awhile.

(heavy wind blowing)

Back so soon?

(groaning in pain)

Oh, I hate to see
your pain, my dear.

I hate to see yours.

Get the linen.

I could prescribe a remedy.

One that lives near Truro
and captains a ship.

I never think of him, Demelza.

I pray you do likewise.

I must have something
to divert me.

Ah, Judas!

Where's that brandy wine?

Perhaps we should go upstairs.

All yet seems well;

and if it ends so meet,

the bitter past,

and more welcome is the sweet.

(applause)

Should we expect
an announcement soon?

You may soon find

you've an announcement
of your own.

(horse neighing)

(groaning)

(baby crying)

How did we make
something so perfect?

I am afeared, Ross,

that I love her too much.

It will hurt so much more
if things go amiss.

I promise you,

I will make the world
a better place for her.

I will be a better man,
for her sake.

And for me?

I'm already a better man
because of you.

(baby cooing)

Ross and Demelza
have a daughter.

I wish them well.

(knocking)

'Tis Mistress Poldark
from Trenwith.

Please, don't get up.

Uh... Ross isn't here,

and Julia's sleeping.

'Tis you I came to see.

I?

Uh... some refreshment?

I beg you,
do not trouble yourself.

That's very pretty.

Oh, it's just a fancy I had,
to make her a keepsake.

I know it is not made of gold

or silver, or even copper.

It's made of something
more precious.

A mother's love for her child

surpasses all other loves,
does it not?

I'm not sure Ross
would care to hear that.

Nor Francis.

Men do not understand
such things.

REVEREND:
Julia Grace Poldark,

I baptize thee
in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

Congratulations, Ross.

This is Ross's doing.

I said I wanted
two christenings,

one for his sort
and one for mine.

And where do I fit in?

You fit in everywhere,
you're like Ross.

Whereas I...

I can scarce breathe.

What's there to fear?

That my stays are so tight
they'll burst.

RUTH:
I'm surprised
Captain Poldark

allows such riffraff
in his house.

But perhaps he's been obliged
to lower his standards of late.

Getting much sleep, Ross?

I've no complaints.

A child changes everything.

So does owning a mine.

Neither can be ignored.

Much as one tries.

FRANCIS:
My wife is perfection,
is she not?

God knows what I've done
to deserve her.

The curse of the Poldarks.

Once given, our hearts
are not easily withdrawn.

They're very different.

Yes.

Yet each has something
the other lacks.

Perhaps you'd like them both?

Perhaps I would.

(inaudible)

DWIGHT:
I envy you.

My charmed life?

Is it not charmed?

Has it not comfort
and purpose and certainty?

This is Cornwall, Dwight.

Nothing is certain.

As we feared.

Choake sold his shares
in Leisure.

To whom?

Oh, damn.

Your health
and prosperity, Ross!

And yours, George,

particularly in the light
of your recent acquisition.

Ah, my shares in Wheal Leisure?

You must take that
as a compliment.

Oh, I do.

Clearly you know a fine
investment when you see it.

What of the other shareholders?

Two or three more wish to sell.

We must buy them out.

How?

No idea.

But I'll starve before I see

another piece of Leisure
in his hands.

Has Ruth Treneglos
finished dissecting me?

Don't mind her, dear.

She cannot spoil a splendid day.

Oh, Verity!

(baby cooing)

I wish you could have this, too.

Don't waste another moment
on such thoughts.

PRUDIE:
Who be this, then,

just as we run out o' likky pie?

JUD:
'Tis like a blathering
funeral procession.

It can't be...

Mr. Carne!

How do you do, sir?

Mrs. Carne.

Glad you were able
to join us, ma'am.

This way.

Step no further, Nelly.

This be a place of filth
and abomination.

Shame on you, daughter,

to mix with such dandical folk

when your own flesh and blood
should take precedence.

And so they shall, sir.

Allow me to introduce you
to my friends and family,

beginning with your
granddaughter.

This way, Mr. Carne.

My cousin Francis,

my friends John and Ruth
Treneglos,

Dr. Dwight Enys.

Your servant, sir.

No servant o' mine!

And no friend neither.

Cover yourself, missy!

Your place is to be decent
and modest,

not laying out wares
for men to slaver over.

RUTH:
Damn your insolence!

John, did you hear what he said?

You impudent swine!

Make apology or I'll have
the coat off your back!

Have a care, John.

John, you are both my guests

and I couldn't permit you

to strike my father-in-law.

Nay, let him come!

I've been in the ring,

I can hold me own!

Hold your tongue, sir!

If we want your opinion,
we'll ask.

John, allow me, as host,
to apologize

for any offense caused.

Well, if Ruth is satisfied.

Naturally, if Ross wishes
to protect his new relative...

allowances should be made

for those who don't know
any better.

ROSS:
I thought the players
had moved on.

They had.

She did tell me she'd return.

I never thought she would.

You must catch her
while you can.

I mean to.

Keren!

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

They've gone.

And good riddance!

Blasted hypocrites!

Why did they come?

Because I invited them.

They meant to shame
and disgrace me.

Well, they failed.

In a week,
it will all be forgot.

Not by me.

I did miss you.

How much?

I scarce did eat.

They all say that.

I can't stay here long,
and tomorrow I shall be gone.

And when return?

Happen I shan't.

Not ever?

What's to keep me here?

Find her a home within a week?

How?

Why?

It's the condition of her
agreeing to marry him.

Well, you could help them.

There's a cottage at Mellin.

It's in no fit state to live in.

Does she love him?

She says so.

Does he love her?

Besotted.

Then they should marry.

Because?

Love should conquer all.

Even if it requires
a little help.

On the contrary!

Some obstacles
cannot be overcome,

and should not,

for the peace of all concerned.

He would have enjoyed today.

FRANCIS:
He'd have reveled in it.

The great patriarch
and leader of men.

Is that to be disdained?

It's to be lived up to.

And can you not?

It was a question,
not a judgment.

(gulls squawking, waves roaring)

ELIZABETH:
Shall Papa read to you now?

Papa... has business
to attend to in town.

Will you be gone long?

As long as it takes
to raise capital

to buy out our nervous
shareholders.

Are you ready?

Well, pick me liver!

What's the blatherin' rush?

Sneakin' and slidin'
and slitherin' about.

Isn't right, isn't fit,
isn't proper.

We must be done and back by 5:00
or Julia will suffer.

Let's get gone.

Thank you, sir!

DWIGHT:
What brings you to town?

ROSS:
Insane optimism?

The fond hope that my banker
can drum up sufficient capital

to buy out our discontented
shareholders.

Before selling
to the Warleggans.

I wish you well.

Let us change the subject.

By all means.

Did you hear of the riots
in Launceston?

Are you surprised?

People can only starve
for so long

while the rich get fat.

In France,
they make their feelings known

with hatchets and pikes.

They may do so here, soon.

Copper prices have fallen again.

God knows when Grambler
last paid full wages.

The industry's on its knees.

What's to be done?

Sit tight and wait
for the price to rise.

Thank you.

We're all committed
to short-term loan repayments.

If we don't sell cheap,
we don't sell at all.

Of course, if the smelting
companies were honestly run...

Are they not?

It's a ring.

They don't bid
against each other

so the price they pay us
is rock-bottom.

A pity the mines are not
in similar unity.

We could band together
and withhold supplies

till a decent price was paid.

No remedy, then?

Unless the mines were to form
a company of their own,

bid independently,

purchase ore,
extract the copper,

build a smelting works.

That would keep
the shareholders happy.

I couldn't help but overhear.

You intend to form
a smelting company?

I intend nothing, sir.

I merely say that were the mines
to unite and create a company,

one that would bid, buy, refine
and sell their own products,

they might keep the profit
for themselves

instead of handing it
to the Warleggans.

(quietly):
Absolute genius.

May I be of service to you,
ma'am?

My name is Poldark.

Did Verity send you?

No.

She's no idea I've come.

No one does.

It was made clear long ago
that Verity was not for me.

I've since moved on,
set my sights elsewhere.

You're married?

To my ship.

To my profession.

And all the better for it.

But...

I never think of her now!

I'm sorry you've had
a wasted journey.

If you wish to raise money
to buy out your shareholders,

you have only one option:
raise a mortgage on Nampara.

And risk the very roof
over my head.

And with a wife
and young child to support.

You'd advise against.

Most emphatically.

(rooster crows)

(door closes)

A good day?

A frustrating day.

At least Julia's content.

She is.

But you seem very confined here.

Can you bear it?

I find it suits me well enough.

Mark Daniel's just sent
for you, Captain.

It seems to be catching.

What?

Recklessness.

She's a fortunate girl.

A plaguy demandin' one!

What kind of woman
to make such conditions?

Happen she never thought
he'd do it.

Well, she don't know Mark, then.

ROSS:
Looks like you're
making progress.

No sleep for four nights!

And you're set on this girl,
Mark?

You barely know her.

Maybe so, Ross,

but truly
she is my heart's desire.

I hope she deserves you.

(pipes and drums playing)

DEMELZA:
They don't like her.

They like Mark.

She's an outsider.

So am I.

They like me.

They make allowances for you.

Is that it?

Yes.

Oh.

MARK:
We'll make it fit you, Keren.

It will soon be a palace,
you'll see.

♪♪

I've secured lodgings for you.

That's tremendous... where?

Mingoose Cottage.

It's not grand,
but I hope it'll serve.

It will serve me,
to know who my neighbor is.

Have you been introduced
to the bride?

If he'd dance with her,
she might introduce herself.

Oh, at your service, ma'am.

I've been thinking, Ross.

Keren, she do have finer tastes
than I can easy stretch to.

Yes?

Well, so could you maybe find me
extra work in the mine?

I'd like to say yes, Mark.

But it depends on how we fare
in tomorrow's auction.

ROSS:
So there you have it.

The copper auction is tomorrow.

As usual, the price will be
fixed by the smelting companies.

And I have no means
to buy out our shareholders

without risking all we have.

This house, our land...

Our very livelihood.

You must be regretting
your marriage

to such a destitute rogue.

Must I?

After what you brought me to?

Am I now such a great lady

as to forget where I'd be
if we'd never met?

(laughs)

What?

Women.

None are created equal.

Some are never satisfied.

Some could never
be brought so low.

And others thumb their nose
at adversity

and roll up their sleeves.

Perhaps you wish you'd married
a rich lady?

I'm quite aware of my good
fortune, I assure you.

Shall we ask Papa
how much copper we sent?

"We"?

Our mine.

Grambler.

To the auction.

One parcel or two?

Mama's becoming
quite the expert.

We must hope for a good price.

Though we know we shan't get it.

And unless the price goes
sky-high,

Papa will have to start pawning
the family jewels.

Francis...

Perhaps someone will make a bid
for Mama.

MAN:
Gentlemen, gentlemen.

The auction is now open.

I have first to dispose
of a dole of ore from Grambler.

45 tons.

Disastrous.

A scandal.

Disgrace!

Every single parcel gone
for half its true value.

We'll be paying them
to take it off us next.

You realize
you've been uncommonly dull

since you became a father?

My apologies.

No matter, I've a remedy.

Seeing what little entertainment
your life affords,

I have procured you
an invitation.

To what?

The ultimate house party.

And if that doesn't put
a smile on your face...

BLEWITT:
Gentlemen.

I take it you feel
no satisfaction

at the business done today?

Who the devil could?

Then may I trouble you
to step this way a moment?

We'd like your word that
nothing which passes between us

goes any further.

Jinny, put the tetty pie
to cool.

I'll walk out to meet Ross.

FRANCIS:
A smelting company?

Run by the mines themselves?

Well, it all rings
very agreeable,

but you'd be biting off
no end of trouble.

We know that, sir.

The smelting companies
will want no competition.

And the Warleggans
will be behind them.

But all of us here are
willing to stand together,

and some of us can lay our hands

on a measure of cash.

But it requires secrecy.

So before we proceed,
who wishes to join us?

What do you say, Ross?

Too risky a venture?

TONKIN:
It was your cousin
who first suggested it.

Did he?

We can't go on as we are.

And I would rather fail fighting

than throw up my hands
and wait for the end.

And Mr. Francis Poldark?

My finances are, at present,
somewhat complicated.

So I cannot,
at this time, join you.

But I wish you well.

Gentlemen, I do indeed.

And who is to be your leader?

Is it you, Tonkin?

Oh, no, sir,
I'm not at all the right man.

But we're all agreed on who is.

A house party!

At George Warleggan's.

Think of that, my lamb.

Your mother's a lady,
your father's a gent.

His name goes back
hundreds of years,

and a good name it is.

Mistress Poldark!

Forgive me.

I don't mean to alarm you,
but I must speak.

Good news or bad?

Both.

The auction was dismal, but...

I still have a job?

And I have a new one.

I was unmannerly.

I am a man of strong temper,

and to control it has been
the work of a lifetime,

but God forbid
that I shall quarrel

with those who wish me well.

Captain Blamey, I cannot stay.

Hear me out, I beg you.

Since your visit,

I have been in turmoil.

I thought that I had put her
behind me, but...

I had not.

ZACKY:
Mr. Francis cannot be part
of the new smelting company?

ROSS:
Will not.

Nor others who bank
with the Warleggans.

If their names were known,

George would call in
their debts.

To a man, they'd be ruined.

But I may have found
a compromise.

Those who bank
with the Warleggans

will keep their names secret.

Those who bank elsewhere
will let their names be known.

I bank with Pascoe,
so George cannot touch me.

What do you want of me?

To ask you...

Am I to hope?

With her father deceased,
do I have a chance?

May I see her?

How? When?

I don't know.

My husband,
he mustn't see you here.

Is he against me, too?

He wasn't before.

He's against me stirring up

what should be left alone.

He'll be on his way home soon.

I must go.

Will you tell Verity?

No.

I think... not yet.

I'll send word.

Bless you, ma'am.

I will not fail you.

Nor her.

You seem excitable.

Is something amiss?

Nothing, no.

Only a letter came,

inviting us to George
Warleggan's party.

I'm that glad!

It'll make up
for the christening.

Now I'll show that
I can wear fine clothes

and behave all genteel,
along with the best of them.

That you will not.

Why?

It's not that kind of party.

Oh.

Oh, don't look so sorry
for yourself.

It'll be nothing
but gaming and toping

and dawn-to-dusk business talk.

Will you go, then?

If only to please Francis

and throw George off the scent
of my latest ventures.

But at least you can be spared.

♪♪

Going somewhere?

Mm.

To town.

To what purpose?

Urgent business.

I need a new cloak
and Verity must help me choose.

What?

The choosing of cloaks.

May that always be the worst
of your worries.

Now, don't delay me.

I have a party to attend.

Jud, bring the horses.

You spoil me.

Do you like it?

I like to be appreciated.

Who doesn't?

Does your wife
not appreciate you?

My wife...

tries to make me a better man.

Like your father?

I will never be that man.

Could you take me
to Miss Verity?

This way, ma'am.

Are you joining this urgent trip
to the dressmakers?

Because shopping and dressing up

are the only things of matter
to us women?

Not at all.

They are, of course,
but I hesitate to buy ribbons

when our copper
can scarce be given away.

Besides, Francis has more
urgent calls on his purse.

Such as?

Gaming,

entertaining.

Oh, himself, not his wife.

Nor his workers.

They are not remotely
entertained,

though I dare say she is,
lavishly.

Elizabeth, I wish...

There was something
you could do?

Oh, I wish it, too, Ross.

But we are beyond wishing,
are we not?

Next time, I hope to join you.

♪♪

Were you not afraid?

The look in their eyes.

I've seen the like before,
in Luggan once,

when we were out of corn.

Empty bellies
make for such looks.

And his grandfather
was a blacksmith?

How is it possible?

To leap from poverty to wealth
in two generations?

And maintain it
in the midst of a slump,

while men like you
and Francis face ruin!

We have different ways
of doing business.

Who is that?

Ah, the infamous Matthew Sanson.

Mill owner and corn merchant.

ROSS:
Does his infamy extend
beyond bankrupting Francis?

It extends almost everywhere,
and he has George's endorsement,

which makes him...

A force to be reckoned with.

A man of means,
though sadly not of generosity.

Is that collar
not a gift of his?

No, indeed.

The giver was a man of taste.

Could you manage without me
while I visit the chandler?

On no account.

You must help me choose.

What do you think of this one?

Or this one, perhaps?

Miss Verity?

A physician, sir?

Pray, what do you prescribe
for boredom?

It's not a condition
I'm familiar with, sir.

Doubtless, you will have
opportunities to study it.

I suspect not, sir.

The patients I tend rarely
suffer from that affliction.

Your health.

A pity he hasn't your skill
at cards.

Or in other ways.

He'll shortly be ruined.

ROSS:
And you will have
done with him.

As his wife did long ago.

Do all men come
to regret their choice?

I couldn't say.

Do you?

I regret nothing.

Come the day,
you know where to find me.

You was always my weakness,
m'lord.

For so long,
I never dared to hope,

but such a chance as this...

Captain Blamey,
may I introduce you

to my cousin, Mistress
Demelza Poldark, Ross's wife.

I'm honored, ma'am.

And I, sir.

May I beg the pleasure
of your company

for a cordial or a coffee?

Oh, that would be...

No!

Thank you, sir, we cannot.

No good can come of it.

I bid you good day.

What are the stakes?

You wouldn't wish to know.

On the contrary.

(sighs)

You'll find out soon enough.

(whispering)

Pray excuse me, gentlemen.

A pleasure, as always.

Get off!

Verity, would it have been
so very bad to hear him out?

He can have nothing to say
that I wish to hear.

Nothing?

(men shouting)

Oh, Verity! Miners!

Will you believe me if I say
it gives me no pleasure

to see Francis beggar himself?

Business is business.

It's not my business
to bankrupt a friend.

So you leave it to a third party

and your conscience is clear.

I thank you
for your hospitality.

(shouting continues)

Miss Verity, I beg you,
if only you would hear me out.

I cannot! I cannot!

These people should be flogged!

MAN:
Be careful, Mr. Sanson, sir!

Pay for it, damn you!

15 shillings a bushel
is the price!

15 shillings a bushel
and not a penny less!

All these years,
I've thought of none but you.

I've been waiting
in the hope that one day...

I cannot bear it, Andrew.

Are we to endure it all again?

The parting and the heartache?

No, not the parting.

I swear to you,
never the parting.

We should leave,
it isn't safe here!

Of course.

Follow me.

Damn! I know who you are!

Get out of it!

Get out!

♪♪

DEMELZA:
And I could not
for the life of me

choose between the blue or grey,
so I came away with none.

ROSS:
I'm sorry you had
a wasted journey.

Did you hear anything
of the riots?

With our heads full
of muslin and calico?

Verity, we must try again
next week.

Can you spare the time?

I can.

And how was the party?

Dull as you feared?

Duller.

I don't imagine we've seen
the last of the unrest.

I wonder how Verity and I
missed it.

But we had so much to talk of,
we barely noticed another soul.

Verity seemed in high spirits.

She did, indeed.

I'm that glad.

She deserves to be content.

She should make the most of it.

Why?

Her life is about to change.

And not for the better.

It was monstrous crowded
in Truro.

Kenwyn Street
was a boiling of miners

and there was talk of a riot.

There will be rioting
closer to home soon.

AGATHA:
All these years...

Damn, it was old
before I was born.

Old John Trenwith

cut the first goffin
the year afore he died.

200 years ago.

AGATHA:
And never closed.

Not once.

Not long since,
it yielded thousands a year.

It don't seem right.

It don't seem right at all.

What's this?

Shall you tell her?

Or shall I let you have
the pleasure?

For months now, you know that
Grambler has been failing.

She means Francis
has been failing.

We could no longer afford
the repayments on the loans.

Thanks to his profligacy
and mismanagement.

So in an attempt
to recoup these losses,

Francis today staked...

Gambled.

The mine.

Mm.

ELIZABETH:
On a game of cards.

He lost.

What does this mean?

For Francis?

Loss of income, loss of pride,

loss of family inheritance.

For Verity and Elizabeth?

A sharp decline
in their standard of living.

For the Warleggans?

A chance to tighten
their stranglehold

by closing down a rival mine.

And for the poor souls
who worked there?

Unimaginable hardship.

All because one man was weak
and others were greedy.

So often, I've envied Elizabeth.

Why?

Why did you envy Francis?

There's no need for you to come.

Elizabeth...

Elizabeth!

What I did was unforgivable.

But my love for you...

My love will always...

FRANCIS:
My friends...

This has been a Poldark mine
for over 200 years.

Generations of all our families
have worked it together.

It was my dearest wish that
my own son would take it up,

but time and circumstance
have ruined that hope.

It may be that we shall all
meet here again

to see her resurrection, but...

(crying)

For the present...

Um...

It is now 12:00 noon.

(clears throat)

(bell continues ringing)

♪♪

♪♪

Elizabeth.

What can I do?

Not once has Francis
asked me that question.

He's afraid to.

You must know this was never
what he intended for you.

And yet, it is how it is.

And we shall weather it.

Retrench, make economies.

There are many
worse off than we.

Let Francis feel sorry
for himself.

I will not do so.

WOMAN:
Dr. Enys!

He'll need to watch his step.

Dr. Enys!

He's young.

And handsome!

And green.

And free.

Do you envy him?

Sometimes.

You were right.

The world is a harder
place now, thanks to Julia.

The stakes are higher.

Losses more painful.

Yet, I would not
change places with him.

My life is more precious
for being less certain

and richer for being poorer.

What does it mean?

Resurgam?

"I shall rise again."

Shall we?

I hope so.