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How far is London?

Hundreds of miles.

Feel like the ends of the earth.

Perhaps that's no bad thing.

The headaches grow worse.

But if you give me
a stronger opiate...

It's not simply a question
of dulling the pain,

but of treating
the underlying cause.

This is a sorry sight.

My nephew should be up,
preparing for the election.

If we prevail...

As I hope we shall...

We leave at once for London.

My Lord, may I have a word?

You are aware that
the election is next week?

My nephew must be
recovered by then.

I regret that I cannot tell you
what you wish to hear.

Then perhaps I should find
someone who can.

Do we think here, or Truro,
for the celebrations?

My return to parliament?

Are you so confident?

It was close last time.

With a man like Basset
behind me,

do you suppose
the result's in any doubt?

Armitage.

Armitage puzzles me.

An illustrious family name,
a respectable navy career,

no local business
interests to further.

What possible use
could he make of parliament?

Perhaps he thinks
to be a force for good.

He wouldn't last five minutes.

Hmm.

Move that...

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Dwight!

You've missed all the hard work.

I was called to Tregothnan.

And subsequently dismissed.

Hugh's improved?

The reverse.

But Falmouth dislikes
my diagnosis,

so has called in Choake.
Then there's no hope for him.

He'd stand
a better chance in France.

And I have other patients
to attend to.

Some closer to home.

I very much regret to announce
an Enys-Penvenen offshoot.

A child?

Oh, Judas, that's wonderful!

And entirely your fault;

you would insist
on bringing me home.

Of course I don't want the brat.

Oh, she don't mean it.

No, she means it.

Really, I cannot bear babies.

Wrinkled, greedy,
red-faced little tyrants.

Truly, though.

Will it not be wonderful
for us all?

This calls for a celebration.

Well, before my life
is ambushed by possets,

I must make myself useful.

Will you favor me with
your company this afternoon?

Well stop me if it ain't
the Resurrection Boys!

Well, now then, lads...
Do ye wrestle?

I'm in charge of games
at Sawle Feast tomorrow

and in need of contenders.

I'll fight either of
ye Carne meaders

with one hand tied
behind my back.

Why don't you fight him, Sam?

Show him who's master.

I'd sooner wrestle for
the liberation of souls.

Well, what 'bout my soul?

I pray for that night and day.

And if you came to our meetings,

we could pray together.

Maybe I would.

If you beat him.

Do 'ee mean it?

Say so, did'n I?

I accept.

Would it not be a fine thing

if George Warleggan
were unseated?

Yes.

By Hugh Armitage?

For then George would be
out of parliament,

and Hugh would be
out of Cornwall.

It would solve
a good many problems.

So how may we
help Hugh on his way?

Hmm?

Our aim is to
bring down the fever,

reduce the putrid humors,
and cause an intermission

in the excessive action
of the blood vessels.

We will proceed first
with blistering,

thereafter with purging,

vomiting, poulticing
and bleeding.

If you were to bring
your influence to bear

in securing me
the living of St. Newlyn,

my uncle, Conan Godolphin,
might be willing...

To secure me an introduction
to the Prince of Wales?

Yes, you've said so many times,

so far without result.

But, as you say,

were I in a position
to influence matters,

your uncle should
bear that in mind

when next he dines
with His Royal Highness.

Is this what it takes
to be a politician?

See how well-suited I'd be?

So delighted you could join us,
my Lord de Dunstanville.

The delight is all mine,
dear ladies.

Excepting my wife and daughter,

I'm seldom in such
agreeable company.

Lord Falmouth is here, ma'am.

Oh. Oh dear.

How very awkward.

Has he mistook the day?
Have I?

I did swear
I invited him tomorrow.

My Lord, I can only apologize.

My Lord, would you believe

I've foolishly
misarranged my engagements.

Can you forgive me?

So, Ross, I understand
your brother-in-law

has challenged my gamekeeper
to a wrestling match.

Incautious of him,
to say the least.

Tom Harry is a champion

and in his prime.

His stomach would
suggest otherwise.

You think, then, your
Methody preacher will prevail?

I hope so.

It's time that hired thug
was taught to behave.

I confess, I do find
politics that confusing.

Why, for instance, do
Cornwall return over 40 MPs

but when new towns
like Manchester

send not a single one?

I agree, it's wholly unjust.

And wholly appropriate.

Till such times as
these upstart boroughs

prove themselves capable
of sound political judgement.

What, like Cornwall?

Which persists
in electing members

by bribery and favors?

By and large,
our elected representatives

are men of integrity.

My own nominee,
gentleman, war hero.

By sheer coincidence,
your own nephew.

Whereas yours is a man

without scruples or decency.

Perhaps you'd care to
lay a wager on the contest.

Shall we say 100 guineas?

On one condition.

Whoever loses pays the money
to a charitable cause.

Charitable?

Excellent thought.

Might I propose
the new hospital in Truro?

Agreed.

I was saying to Demelza
how tiresome it must be,

to be forever battling
for the same territory.

Were it left to we ladies,

I wager we'd soon come
to agreement.

Pray, instruct us.

Well, suppose we were

disputing two boroughs...

Say for instance,
Truro and Tregony?

Then I might suggest

she yield me Tregony.

While she concede me Truro.

Of course, she might not
wish to concede Truro

were she convinced
of the merit of her candidate.

But suppose that candidate
had failed to impress?

Had neglected his duty.

Say, in preserving the peace?

Thereby allowing a man to hang.

A dismal performance.

Quite unworthy
of anyone's patronage.

I cannot disagree, my Lord.

More brandy,

gentlemen?

To muscular might.

You applaud brute force?
Sometimes, in this world,

that's what's required.

Even if innocents get trampled
underfoot in the process.

Zacky Martin's son
was not innocent.

You consider brutality

to be an essential part

of a politician's armory?

I consider
a sentimental weakness

for the poor
to be pure self-indulgence.

Those of us actually
in government...

As opposed to
those pontificating

from the sidelines...

Have a more realistic view

of what's required
to run this country.

I look forward to
our contest tomorrow.

I suppose the election
result's in no doubt?

Well, we'll see less of George
once he is in London.

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Watch your pin, Sam.

Again.

Hit!

Hit!

Stay rooted.

It's not the guineas
which concern me,

it's Sam.

Why don't you fight Tom Harry?

Then at least I could
nurse your broken bones

in a better cause.

You think I could pick
and choose my own battles?

I'd like to think so.

But sometimes they
come at me unannounced.

And then?

Ross.

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That's it, move this way.

There we go.

Hooray for Saint Sawle.

- Please, may I be excused?
- No, you may not.

Feast of St. Sawle
is the one day

that everyone goes to church.

Jeremy doesn't have to.

Was Geoffrey Charles permitted
to play with local urchins?

Francis saw no harm in it.

And yet see what came of it,

an inability to discern
the proper companions

for a boy of his station.

We will ensure that our children

will make more
suitable connections.

One cannot expect
immediate relief

when one is dealing
with a brain fever.

Is that what we're dealing with?

I believe Dr. Enys
first identified the symptoms.

I, however, differ
as to treatment.

If my thirsty
little colleagues here

produce no good effect,

I propose to shave the head

in order to facilitate...

trepanation.

Well, daughter, are 'ee ready

to forfeit thy soul to preacher?

Reckon preacher's soul's
on its back for thee.

Least preacher have a soul.

Ah, my dear, I feel it
my duty as vicar

to attend the
Feast Day festivities.

Naturally, you
will not wish to...

Cousin Elizabeth.

Shall we go together?

I hope you've brought
your needle and thread.

Brother Sam may
need patching up.

Welcome, everyone!

A wrastlin' contest!

Best of three falls.

On my left, we have...

Tom Harry.

On my right...

Sam Carne.

Right, shake hands
in the middle.

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, none of that.

On the whistle.

Use your size, Tom!

See this delivered
without delay.

Come on, boy.

Roll him over!

Come on, Sam.

Come on, Sam!

Keep your eyes on him.

Come on, Sam!

Get on him, boy!
Proper stuff.

First fall to Sam Carne.

Come on!

Yes!

Come on, Sam.

Come on, Uncle Sam.

From Lord Falmouth.

I'll return as soon as I can.

Ready, second fall.
On the whistle.

Come on, get up!

Get up, Harry.

Get up, come on.

He's cheating.

Tholly!

His eyes!

Mind his eyes.

Break 'em apart!

Come on, he's cheating again.

Get up.

Stop it, off him.

Off him.

That's enough.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Second fall to Tom Harry.

Cheatin', finaglin' worm!

Have a drink.

His lordship has no patience.

Sir?

I've assured him
that these treatments

must be allowed
to take their course,

but he's used
to dictating terms,

so he must take
the consequences.

Ha, good luck to you, sir.

Trepanation?

You can see why
my uncle sent for you.

Shall we try
less primitive methods?

I have a powder
to lower the fever,

and another to reduce headaches.

But you yourself
must play a part.

Trust in your own
powers of recovery.

Suppose my faith is wavering?

Final fall, all to play for.

Sam!

You all right?

Careful!

Yer welcome to
her soul, brother.

I've already had 'er body.

No!

And the winner is...

Tom Harry.

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Valentine, come...

here.

Morwenna.

I saw ye at the hanging.

I thought...

I thought it was the last time
I should ever see you.

Knowing ye were there,
I'd have died content.

I cannot be seen here.

With you.

How are 'ee, Morwenna?

Do he treat 'ee more kindly now?

Wife?

I was collecting shells.

Alone?

Well, have a care.

Here we are at the very edge
of civilization.

I believe the natives
can be quite barbaric.

Greet thy champion!

Sing his praises!

For he is very glad
to be at thy service.

We thank you for that service.

And from now on,
we no longer require it.

Brute force wins the day.

And I'm delighted
the hospital will benefit.

From Dwight.

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Ross.

A pretty jest, is it not?

To cheat the French,
and then oneself be cheated?

I hope you'll soon
gain the upper hand.

Will I?

We'll do our best.

Demelza.

Would you sit with me awhile?

Too many visitors will tire him.

I'll wait downstairs.

Courage, my friend.

Thank you.

How serious is it?

Difficult to say.

There seems to be
some underlying weakness.

Some lowering of resistance

which makes him susceptible
to every passing ill.

Of course, his time in France

will render him more vulnerable,

but I sense there's
more to it than that.

He seems...
somehow resigned.

Why?

When he has everything
to live for.

A glittering career,
a noble family name,

a new life in London.

Perhaps those things
hold less attraction for him

than other things which
are more difficult to attain.

One would hope
they're more difficult.

Captain Poldark.

Would you favor me

with a few moments
of your company?

My nephew will be very glad
to see your wife.

He thinks highly of her.

As do I.

And I.

Of course you're aware that,
thanks to her efforts,

Francis Basset
and I have come to an accord?

I was not aware.

However,

I would not be so naive
as to suppose

that the strength of feeling
which arose against me

at the last election
no longer exists.

Even without Basset's support,
many who voted for Warleggan

will not change
their allegiance.

Of course,
whatever happens to Hugh,

he will not be fit
to fight this election.

No.

No, of course not.

A great pity.

By now you'll have had to
choose some other candidate.

I have indeed.

I warn you.

His lordship is not fond
of unexpected guests.

We are not guests.

I am his elected representative
in parliament.

Mmm.

Since the riots,
he's been much engaged

with affairs of state.

And whatever coolness you
may have imagined towards us...

Mmm.

Should it continue,

it would create
an unfortunate impression.

Then we will create
a different one.

Arrange a series
of public appearances

where Basset and I
can demonstrate

that we are,
in all things, as one.

Tell him I am otherwise engaged.

And will be for
the rest of the day.

But why, when you have the pick

of the county to choose from,

choose me?

Because I believe
you have the best chance

of winning the seat.

Confess, do you not
feel some frustration

with your present life?

Your inability to influence
matters you care deeply about?

I think I've stayed late enough.

The last time we spoke,

we were at odds

on just about everything.

The function of parliament,

the way men are elected,

the unequal distribution
of power...

Times change.

Perhaps my views are less far

from yours than once they were.

Work for reform

from within the House.

Not all politicians find it
necessary to sell their souls.

What would it mean?

Parting from you.

Becoming strangers
for much of the year.

I in London, you in Cornwall.

Could you bear it?

Could you?

From one of my agents.

Basset and Falmouth
have reached an accord?

Falmouth will not
contest Tregony,

Basset will not contest Truro.

In other words,
he's thrown us over.

How dare he?

Oh, it-it matters not.

My uncle has begun canvassing
the burgesses

and he assures me...

That the majority wouldn't
vote for a Falmouth candidate

if the end of the world
was nigh.

Well?

Can you be certain?

Not entirely.

Which is why we've
taken steps to increase

the obligations
of certain electors.

Threatened them.

Encouraged them to see

the advantages
of continued allegiance.

And the disadvantages
of the reverse.

All of which may in fact result

in a larger majority than
the one I secured last time.

These are my terms.

I may support Pitt

in any measure
to sustain the war.

I may support the
abolition of slavery.

I may take any action I feel

will benefit the poor.

Agreed.

I accept the nomination.

So, all is well?

We will return to Westminster?

My dear, order your gowns
to be packed without delay.

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"When I am gone,
remember this of me.

"That earth of earth
or heaven of heaven

"concealed no greater happiness
than was to me revealed

by favor of a single day
with thee."

Mama, Mama.

What is it, sweetheart?

Demelza.

I must ask you...

Are you afraid?

Of what we agreed today?

More than afraid.

Yet I know it must be so.

Do not fear it.

George will win.

And I will stay.

And Hugh will live.

Brother Sam?

Have he said aught
'bout the wrastlin'?

Not a word.

Y'know, I promised to go

to his prayin' feast if he won?

So why'd he let Tom Harry win?

Maybe he don't want
to win you that way.

If he'd won, would you have kept
to your side of the bargain?

Of course.

Could 'ee not still?

I'm afeared.

Of what?
That I'd feel naught.

That I'd want to be saved,

but I'd be led
to pretending I'm saved.

Do you love him?

Be advised.

What he believes is who he is.

Ye can't love Sam
without loving his faith.

Come on.

You must choose.

Take all of him...

or none.

This afternoon's election...

will you go, cousin?

Oh, now, there will be a tussle.

Will your opponent attract
many votes, do you think?

On account of
his exploits in France?

Doubtful.

Armitage is new to the business

and would do better
to return to the navy.

Oh!

You have not heard?

Armitage is sick.

Falmouth was obliged
to choose another candidate.

Oh?

And who might...

Poldark!

Poldark of Nampara!

Myself, I should have

thought him too much of a rogue

but no doubt he thinks to turn

his notoriety to some account.

Are you sure you have
the right person, Ossie?

Gad, yes!

I heard it from my tailor,
who heard it from

Sir Hugh Bodrugan,

who said, "Poldark in parliament

shall provide more
backbone than wishbone."

He's not yet there.

♪♪

I'm sorry, Uncle,
that I cannot oblige you today.

Hey... there will be
other occasions, my boy.

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From Tregothnan.

Asking for you.

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Seddon, Gough, Tippet,
Howell, Killick, Pooley.

These votes are assured.

Less certain is Aukitt,

but he's received

a substantial loan
which he knows

is due for repayment
if he votes unwisely.

These three, they're marginal,

they could swing
the vote either way.

Prynne, Hick, and Musgrave.

Older gentry, well-connected,
set in their ways.

And old friends
of the Chynoweths.

I told you my wife
would be useful.

You've abandoned your post?

This time it was the patient
who dismissed me.

In favor of his other visitor?

I made him comfortable.

What else could I do?

Is it true that swans
mate for life?

I believe so.

Or at least until
a more handsome swan appears.

But no one seems
able to cure me.

And yet, I think there's
someone who could.

Well, let them be sent for.

She's here.

I?

I have no miraculous powers,
what could I do?

Give me hope.

In spite of how I care for you,

and all that's between us...

It is not in my power
to give you what you seek.

Well then, I must be content
with what I had,

for it was no small treasure

to have once possessed you,
body and soul.

I never asked you.

What led you to
accept the nomination?

A moment of madness.

Which I now regret.

Once again,
he puts me in a quandary.

You dislike Falmouth,

so how can you vote
for his man?
Quite so.

You're a veteran of these
affairs, Harris,

what's the form?

Do I shake hands
with my opponent,

or am I permitted to

glare at him across the hall?

The latter, I believe,
is customary.

And safer.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Quiet, please.

It is 3:00.

Let the proclamation
and notice of the election

now be read.

Gentlemen, I propose
Mr. George Warleggan.

An experienced candidate

who has served this borough
faithfully for many years.

A banker and merchant

with a thorough knowledge
of local affairs.

A magistrate,

a keen upholder of the law,

which puts him in stark contrast
to his opponent,

who has frequently shown
himself to be above the law.

I commend to you a man

who stands against lawlessness,

against corruption,
who will fight

for the interests of
this borough in parliament.

What a paragon.
I'm almost ready

to vote for him myself.

Gentlemen.

May I propose as my candidate

Captain Ross Poldark.

New to governance,
but known to all

as a brave and
distinguished soldier.

Thank you.

Short and sweet.

A welcome change.

Let the voting now commence.

I cast my vote for
Mr. George Warleggan.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Poldark.

Mr. George Warleggan.

Mr. George Warleggan.

Mr. George Warleggan.

Mr. George Warleggan.

Mr. George Warleggan.

Three more votes
and George has it.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Mr. George Warleggan.

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Mr. George Warleggan.

Six votes remaining.

And George only needs one more.

Basset will look a fool

if he goes against the tide now.

Here it comes.

It's a wrap.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Poldark.

Hick and Musgrave,

and my wife just charmed
the britches off them.

Captain Poldark.

Captain Poldark.

Did you not tell me
I had their votes?

Captain Ross Poldark.

Ross, it's yours.

CLERK
Mr. George Warleggan
has eight votes.

Captain Ross Poldark
has nine votes.

I therefore declare
Captain Poldark

to be the winner.

Thank you very much
for your vote.

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How did he manage it?

How could he possibly
defeat you?

He-he did not defeat me.

Prejudice defeated me.

Privilege has closed ranks

and chosen to forget
the misdemeanors of his past.

And I, who have worked
tirelessly within the law,

given money to all
sorts of worthy causes,

am regarded with contempt

because my ancestry
is inferior to his.

I did what I could.

Will Mistress Poldark
be joining us?

She went to visit a sick friend.

I told her it was
the worthier cause,

since I hadn't the least
expectation of prevailing here.

Congratulations, Captain.

We have won the day.

By a very narrow margin.

No margin is too narrow
so long as it's the right way.

Will you join us for dinner
at the Red Lion?

Forgive me, but I'm not
in a mood to celebrate.

I just received word.

My nephew died a few hours ago.

I hope he took comfort
from your wife's visit.

I'm so sorry.

Please, excuse me.

Did you know he would die?

I suspected it.

But what purpose would it be,

to tell you before the election?

I was certain he'd survive.

He was still so young.

And to be frank...

I often wondered if...

If he exaggerated his pain
in order to gain sympathy?

I'm ashamed of the thought.

Then console yourself
with this...

Henceforth, he'll be immortal

in everyone's memory.

And we poor souls will
look pale in comparison.

Yes.

The thought had occurred to me.

I wanted to tell 'ee.

A man's never had me.

Even if they had,
't'would make no odds.

The soul can still be saved.

And there be more joy in heaven

over one sinner that repent...

But that's just it, Sam.

I don't repent.

I could pretend to,
but ye'd know.

What good would that do us?

So...

I'm going away.

What, to marry Tom?

Cock's life, no!

To Tehidy.

My Lady Dunstanville
have want of a maid.

Just for a year.

And after that,

if 'ee still wish it...

And if... if
I still wish it...

We'll meet again.

See how things come out.

See...

see if there be any change.

There'll be none from me.

You're a rare good man, Sam.

Believe me,
it gives me no satisfaction

to be... forced to...

stoop to the services of a...

common drab.

And all because...

my wife refuses to perform
her conjugal duties.

She don't know what she missing.

Leave us.

This is a setback.

Nothing more.

We will not let it
compromise our plans.

Any of our plans.

Oh! Vicar.

Good day to you.

Sister in law.

How is your...

Health?

Oh, vicar, I'm so very grieved.

I'm afraid I was mistook.

In what regard?

It does appear now that
I was not after all with child.

Are you serious?

I can only plead youth

and extreme ignorance
of these matters.

You are the devil's handmaiden

sent to tempt and destroy
one of god's own ministers.

Did you invent the entire fable

to blackmail and cheat me into

providing a dowry for...
Vicar!

I'm ashamed of you.

However could you
think such a thing?

♪ Roll it and pat it
and mark it with "P" ♪

♪ Put in the oven
for Prudie and thee! ♪

Maid not with 'ee?

She's not returned?

Not since this morn,

when she rid for Tregothnan.

Hugh Armitage is dead.

Oh Lord.

God bless him.

Oh, comfort the maid.

She'll be that...

Yes.

She was fond of him.

Perhaps I should go
in search of her...

Nay, sir...

Only that...

maybe she wish to
grieve alone a while?

Maybe leave her to come back
of her own accord.

♪♪

♪♪

Ross.

I thought you would be abed.

Because I could sleep,
knowing you were not home?

I went to Caroline.

I had to talk to someone,

and I know no one closer,

more truly a friend.

Except me.

Was it not so?

Before all this happened?

It was.

Always.

But in this?

Ross, how could I tell you?

D'you not think
I'd want to be told?

But to explain something

I don't rightly
understand myself?

Try.

This... thing came
upon me unawares as I,

I never sought it.

I, I never thought
there was place

in my heart for any but you.

But somehow, somehow...

You came to love him.

Not love.

Not love such as we,
such as you and I.

No love could match that.

But...

Yes, he, he did touch my heart.

And now?

And now I feel as if
my heart is broke.

Not as it was with Julia.

Then my tears were
like blood from a stone.

I durst not let them fall.

And now they fall
like summer rain.

And not only for Hugh.

It's for her and me, and...

and all that's wasted and broken
and lost in this world.

Save some tears for me.

For I believe I'll need them.

This hurt...

it will mend.

And this sad, sorry,
broken world?

Will that mend, too?

Who will mend it, Ross?

Will you?

I will try.

The election, what happened?

The very last thing

that we thought.

You won?

Yes.

And now?

Everything will change.

Be good while I'm away.

And you look after your mother.

Yes, Papa.
Good boy.

♪♪

Thanks.

♪♪

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