All language subtitles for Poldark (2017) Season 03 Episode 03.English

Where is he, Jeremy?

Papa's been gone a long while, hasn't he?

Where can he be, sweetheart?

Where can he be?

Leave me!

Nobody told me
what I'm supposed to have done!

I am innocent!

He'll be home in a few days.

I pray for his return and dread it.

for while there's no news of Dwight...

There's still hope.

Yes, that he is still alive
somewhere in France.

I couldn't bear for Ross
to risk his life for nothing.

Dr Enys be alive.

Ole Prudie feel it in her bones.

Don't you worry about Ross.

He knows how to take care of himself.

In any case, 'tis only Rosooff.

I'm not a spy! I swear!

Liar!

"Quaint little market town"?

So 'twas, young Cap'n,

when your father and I
used to make th' trip…

That was 20 years ago,

before the Revolution!

Let's hope that's not our man.

Nay.

Jacques Clisson be a wily ole cove.

He'll be layin' low
till the coast's clear.

Whenever that may be.

D'reckly, I swear.

'Ave ole Tholly ever let 'ee down b'fore?

What are you looking at?

Ma'am. Ma'am.

These people, you know them?

Of course, they're our tenants.

Francis always felt it was important
to be on good terms with them.

But, then, he'd grown up in the district.

With an ancient family name.

And no fences?

Reverend Odgers,
the west gate needs repairing.

Would you send the bill to my steward?

Most generous of you, sir.
We're unspeakably grateful.

Come, sinners, to the gospel feast,

Let every soul be Jesus' guest

Ye need not one be left behind

For God hath bid all humankind.

Sent by my Lord, on you I call,

The invitation is to all

Come, all the world

Come, sinner, thou

All things in Christ are ready now

Monsieur!

Monsieur! Monsieur!

Monsieur?

Monsieur! Monsieur!

News from Rosooff'?

It's not good.

Revolution has hit it hard.

Information'll be difficult to find.

Ross d' need t' bide a while.

Oh 'Course he do!

When do anythin' go
accordin' to plan with Ross?

'Ee've heard th' latest?

'Bout brother Sam?

Not being allowed in church,

his brethren have taken
to singing outside.

Ye restless wanderers after rest

I said there'd soon be more pilgrims
at the church than within!

Still, it sit uneasy with me,

this show o' defiance.

'Tis not like they do any harm.

They only praise th' Lord
in their own way.

In their own way, yes,

which the church forbid.

So Odgers forbids 'em the church!

Where must they go?

Now Ross don’t want you
worshipping on his land

but would this not serve?

The old Grambler meetin' house?

Was gifted by Francis to the villagers.

What 'appened to it?

When George bought all the land hereabouts
and closed Grambler Mine,

the village did empty
an' all about fell t' disrepair.

He's a veritable John th' Baptist!

You're not o' the connection yourself?

Father was. Grandfather afore 'im.

But I 'ave more sense!

'Tis not so very decay'd.

'T'would take but a few good men
wi' timbers an' nails.

Where's Drake when y'need him!

Drake! Drake!

Come on, Drake.

Now I've become a magistrate,

I can begin to hunt a bigger prize.

I wish to become a Burgess of the borough.

That would certainly advance
your influence in the district.

But our recent mine closures,
trade monopolies, land enclosures,

these have not endeared us to the vulgars.

And with the events in France,
making our patricians nervous,

we should have a care
of how we're seen to treat our tenants.

A less heavy-handed approach.

A courting of public approval.

George Warleggan, man of the people.

Ross Poldark had better look to his crown.

-What do you want?
-You're a Royalist spy.

-I back the republic.
-You’re coming with us.

I promise, I promise, Please! Please!

Windy, was it, on the beach today?

Oh,

Why would you think so?

Hair?

Face? Shoes?

You have to be sharp to out-trump me, boy.

Did I hear you've been to Hendrawna Beach?

Well, why not, in such fine weather?

Sea air does wonders for the lungs.

Nevertheless, it's further
than I'd wish you to go.

There are strong currents.

We never go near when the tide is full.

And it's unsafe to be so far from home.

There's unrest in the villages.

The harvest has failed.

Inevitably, there's discontent.

Take your father's pistol.

I'd prefer you not to go at all.

As you wish, cousin.

He's not a bit like me,

is he?

Much darker.

Hey, John, over here!

He's here.

Monsieur Clisson…

The prison at Quimper,

most of the prisoners are English.

Many are sick and wounded.

Any officers among them?

It's difficult.

The guards have orders
to speak to no one.

But there is one I know.

He tells me there are survivors
of a recent sea battle.

Could he provide names?

Possibly, for a price.

How much?

50...

...for him.

And 50 for me.

When do you return?

Beware, monsieur.

The République is watchful.

Tonight.

Do 'ee trust him?

No.

But he's all we have.

Francis Poldark gifted
the old chapel near Grambler village.

He was always giving away property.

No doubt that's why he was so popular.

We can have our attorney prepare
a formal deed of gift.

It can be our first act of benevolence
toward the vulgars.

Lately, a group of Methodists
have been repairing it.

Methodists?

That was its former use,
as a meeting house.

Do you happen to know
the names of these Methodists?

No, sur.

As magistrate,

I'm empowered to appoint
a constable for the district.

-You will be such a one.
-I, sur?

Your Trenwith duties
will remain unchanged

but, in addition,

you'll be deployed
on certain public errands.

It 'ee say so, sur.

What I say is that you will find me
the names of these Methodists.

Yes, sur.

And let us not be too hasty
with our deed of gift.

It may not be needed after all.

'Tis like old times.

Confess, young Captain,

do 'ee not long for those days?

Thee, me and your father up to no good.

I've had my fill of sailing
close to the wind.

I have a wife, a child,

another on the way.

I'll be keeping my head down
and my mouth shut.

There are officers of the Army and Navy,

but it's not easy to get names.

It will cost more.

Hundred.

50 now,

50 when you bring me the names.

It will take time. Go home.

-I send you word...
-I am not leaving Rosooft

until I have a list.

Then you must be on your guard monsieur.

Every hour you remain puts you in danger.

The République may turn a blind eye
to the trade, not to spies.

We are not spies.

You seek information concerning
prisoners of the Republique.

Some would call that spying.

Whatever 'appened t' that beauty
ye once set yer 'eart on?

Chynoweth girl.

She married my cousin.

Harsh.

I survived.

I needed a wife who could
chop wood and skin rabbits

as well as drink tea and curtsey.

Yer father would've bedded 'is maid,
not wedded 'er!

My father and I are not alike.

An' yet,

here you are

with ole Tholly again

on another fool's errand!

Elizabeth?

My dear, I'm leaving shortly.

For what?

My first appearance on the bench.

-Perhaps you'd care to accompany me.
-Would I?

I seem to recall
Francis found it all quite tiresome.

No, I think my time is better spent here.

There are household matters to attend to.

Just as you like.

-God bless you.
-Thank you so much.

Enemy of the people!

I don't know what I've done.

I’m innocent!

I, George Warleggan,

do swear that I truly and bona fide

have such an estate in law or equity,

to and for my own use and benefit

as doth qualify me to act

as a Justice of the Peace,

according to the true intent
and meaning of the Act.

Vive la République!

Vive la République!

Vive la République!

Er la République!

Vive la République!

Oh, that's all we need.

She's had her eye on us since we arrived.

Vive la République.

As you say, mam'selle.

You are here on business?

Importer of fine wines and spirits.

Can you prove it?

I have papers.

About you?

In my room.

Shall we go and inspect them?

My apologies, mam'selle,

I omitted to mention,

I'm married. With a child.

-I'm not.
-Tholly.

-I'm ready, willing and able.
-Tholly.

Well, if he won't, I will.

I must apologise
for my servant, mam'selle.

Servant?

You are a stranger
in these parts, monsieur

and evidently not aware
of how useful it is to have friends...

...as opposed to enemies.

I humbly trust I've made none today.

Calvados.

How frustrating is a woman's lot?

We're left idling at home
while the men go oft and fight battles.

Is that we do? Idle?

Perhaps I've grown less bold
since my marriage.

I seriously doubt that.

-I've been considering...
-Yes?

...how could I get news of Dwight?

Who do I know who has influence
and could use it on my behalf?

A pheasant is no small matter

and the theft of such property,
from your betters,

shows a disrespect for authority
which cannot go unpunished.

It now remains for me to pronounce on you
the awful sentence of the law

which is that you be tied to a post
in the market square and publicly flogged.

20 lashes.

-Next case!
-No!

Please, madam. Steady on.

Your man sent this from Trenwith, sir.

Justice Warleggan.

Miss Penvenen,
were you here to see me do my duty?

I thought I'd look in. Most impressive.

And, may I suggest, quite as valuable
to our nation as those who fight our wars?

Of course, a man in your position

must be privy to all sorts of news
about the war.

I know many of our acquaintances
would be grateful of news

of Dr Enys, for instance.

I fear they would not.

What makes you so sure?

Dr Enys is not on any list of prisoners,

nor of survivors.

One must sadly assume the worst.

Mr Warleggan's takin' it back?

Can he do that?

Well, he own the land.

But it was gifted th' brethren
by Mister Francis.

Verbally gifted. Nothin' writ down.

What harm could it do to let us use it'?

None at all.

But you've defied him,
so he means to put you in your place.

So what's to be done?

With Cap'n Ross not 'ere
to fight our corner.

'Tis in the Lord's hands now.

With respect, Sam,

sometimes the Lord do need a little help.

But Cap'n Ross said, on no account.

Must 'ee venture on Trenwith land?

Well, Cap'n Ross ain't here now.

So I say, do it.

Elizabeth's there alone.

'Twas her late husband Francis
did make the gift to the brethren.

So she might have more sympathy
than Mr Warleggan?

Not if she sees me.

Will you keep 'em civil, Zacky?

Easier said than done.

Clisson will meet us
here on Sunday night.

He has definite information.

What did I tell 'ee?

Now we can rest easy!

I suspect not.

You will come with us, monsieur.

Son of stinking whore! Leave it!

For the love of God,
He is an English merchant!

What did he do wrong?

Remember what sister said.

No mention of our names nor relationship.

What be the cause of this ill will
between the two houses?

'Ted'n for me t' say, boy.

But 'tis powerful.

Masters not home.

'Tis th' mistress we come t' see.

She know me by sight an' name.

Zachariah Martin.

You two, follow me.

And you, wait here.

-Me? But... -Mr Warleggan's orders.

No more 'n two o' th' riffraff
in the house at any one time.

Drake?

Drake! Is it really you?

Ssh, Master Geoffrey.

I'm here with brother and Zacky Martini.

They've business wi' yer mother,

but I 'spicion' t'would not be good
f'r'ree t' be seen with I.

Oh, what do I care about that?

Besides, these are actually my gardens,
or will be one day.

I am not an enemy of France.

I am merely a businessman
trying to conduct a trade,

which is to the benefit of France.

It is not to the benefit of France
to permit spies

-to come ashore and live among us.
-I'm not a spy.

Since arriving here,

I have made no attempt
to venture beyond Roscoff,

nor to act contrary
to the interests of France.

You went entirely against it by
spending a night on French soil

without reporting to gendarmerie.

My apologies, monsieur, I had no idea
there was such a requirement.

The penalty for a first offence
is imprisonment.

For a second, execution.

As this is a first offence,

and committed without malice...

...perhaps you will permit me
to pay a fine in lieu of imprisonment?

Say, 20 guineas.

50.

50.

On the condition
that you leave Roscoff immediately.

My ship will not return
until Monday night.

The May Queen is leaving tonight.

You will board her without delay.

-Perhaps the offer of
a further 50 guineas..

-Will lead to your
immediate imprisonment

for attempting to suborn
an officer of the République.

If you are found ashore after midnight,
you will be executed.

Avance.

So we thought, since Mr Francis
gifted land to the brethren...

-Are you quite sure he did that?
-Begging your pardon, ma'am,

I was there with my old father
when Mr Francis made the promise.

So we ask your kind help, ma'am.

For, in the saving of this house,
you'll be doing God's handiwork.

Will I?

And we shall pray
for the saving of your soul.

Any help 'ee can give
would be much appreciated.

I should be getting back.

Brother and Mr Zacky will be soon done.

-Oh.
-Miss Morwenna.

Why are you here?

I came with my brother.

He did speak with Mrs Warleggan.

Tell Drake, Morwenna.

Tell him he must visit
whenever Mama and Uncle George are away.

-Oh, I'm not sure.
-You'd like that.

You know you would.

You're always talking about him.

It I write a note inviting
you to the house,

will you come?

Oh, pardon my asking.

You can read?

Of course.

I, I think I must go.

Until the next time, Miss Morwenna.

I'll speak to Mr Warleggan when he returns

and explain that you viewed this promise
made by my late husband as a binding one.

Of course, I cannot
guarantee he'll reconsider.

May the Lord ever guide 'ee
and teach 'ee to walk in His ways.

We'll take no more of your time.

-Good day to you both.
-Good day.

All in all, 'twas a good day's work.

What now?

We appear to be leaving.

You had visitors today, cousin?

Miners from the village

petitioning my husband about the use
of a meeting house on our land.

Let 'em have it, I say.

Hark 'ee, Elizabeth,

after all 'tis actually
the child's land, or will be.

I'm surprised Elizabeth was that civil,

They were careful
not to tell her their names.

Or their connection to Ross.

Have you always been a fiend for prayer?

Nay, Mistress Paynter.

I did live without God,
in the gall o' bitterness

an' th' bond of iniquity
for upward o' 20 year.

Till God did pardon my sins
an' set my soul at liberty.

Now Sam has found salvation
stronger than the rest of us.

Sister, I've a favour to ask 'ee.

Yes?

Will 'ee teach me t' read?

Were you stem?

Fair. I sent out a clear message.

Where the crime is severe,
expect no mercy.

And I had several compliments on my robes.

While you were away, we had visitors.

-Some Methodists.
-Methodists?

Zacky Martin and another man.

Asking after the Grambler Meeting House.

These religious sects make me uneasy.

They're seed beds for revolution.

They insist Francis
promised them the land.

But did he?

I doubt Zacky Martin would lie.

-And the other man?
-Seemed genuine.

I think Zacky called him Sam.

Carne.

Samuel Carne.

Demelza's brother.

So, now you see the plan?

Ross sends his brother-in-law

to take advantage
as soon as my back is turned,

to encroach upon our lives yet again.

I cannot believe he would presume...

And yet he has, once again.

How dare he?

So we're in agreement?

They must on no account
he allowed the land?

On no account.

George was adamant, quite certain of it.

His name was not on any lists.

Well, Ross is not yet returned

I hope for all our sakes
he is now aboard a ship bound for home.

Good riddance t' France, I say!

I was never more glad t' see th' back
o' that godforsaken cess-pit.

'T'woulda bin more
'n our life's worth t'ave stayed.

What 'ee did kept yer head down
an' yer mouth shut

'tis what any sensible man would do.

Indeed.

Get word to my wife, I've been delayed.

Ross.

Ross.

Search everywhere!

He must be found! Make haste, make haste!

"Young Cap'n Ross
d' most sincerely regret..."?

Oh, he'll regret ever sendin' home his hat

for it won't fit his head
once I've done with him!

-Ted'n right.
-Ted'n fit.

-Ted'n fair.
-Ted'n proper.

-A child to raise and another on the way.
-A farm to run and a mine beside.

Oh! How the men folk have the cheek
to expect us to do their bidding.

Lucky we never do.

-I'm still livid at Ross's insolence.
-I too, to encourage such presumption.

Encourage? He surely planned it,
to cause disruption to us yet again.

Dear God! Are we never to be rid of him?

Not here, perhaps, but elsewhere.

If we removed to our town house in Truro,

we'd be out of his immediate vicinity.

Of course, we'd take Valentine with us.

And Geoffrey Charles?

He could remain with Morwenna
and your aunt.

I'll miss him, of course, but...

...the thought of being
out of Ross's reach...

Then, shall we leave today?

The sooner, the better.

S-am...

Sam.

De…

"De."

Demelza.

He said yes?

He said we must put down our tools

and set no toot there
again on pain of death.

Why?

What would it cost him?

How could it hurt him to...?

No, of course,
he must know that you're my brothers.

Judas! Must it always be such a battle?

Shake my hand, Geoffrey Charles.

That's what young gentlemen do.

Remember, Monwenna,

-keep him at his studies.
-Of course.

And don't let him waste
his time at cards.

Wouldn't dream of it!

I'll miss you, Mama.

Now we can have some fun.

I see why father
was loathe t' part with 'ee.

Ye carry th' world on yer shoulders
an' barely stoop 'neath th' weight.

'Tis presently more'n I wish to bear.

An' Ross is no help!
He's a law unto himself.

Sometimes I d' wonder why I wed 'im!

And yet, sister,
is all love not tricksical sometimes?

I promised to love, honour and obey him.

An' why should I?

What, sistei'?

What is it?

I know where you can worship.

Cap'n Ross would gift we this storehouse?

No, brother.
'Tis I d' do gift you this storehouse.

Clean it out, fettle it up 'tis yours.

Brother Ross won't like it.

No more do I like certain antics of his!

And what's his is mine.

So take it and make it your church.

Well, my dear,
is the house to your liking?

Perfectly so.

I realise how long
I've been stultifying in the countryside.

I feel I can breathe again.

And since we're in town
sooner than planned,

perhaps you'd care to join me
on my next appearance in court.

I shall endeavour to make it
as entertaining as the first.

An' this we will set in writing!

For we want no misunderstandin's
o' the law this time!

Water!

They told me you had left.

I came to see it it were true.

Have you the list?

Have you the guineas?

I've given you guineas. Show me the list.

-Monsieur, our agreement...
-When I have a list,

-you will have your fee.
-Have a care monsieur.

We are attracting attention.

Give me the list.

I must not be seen here.

Well, monsieur, did you miss me?

Is that why you came back?

We could have been such good friends.

I was unmannerly before, mam'selle.

You made a generous offer.

I did not appreciate my good fortune.

Perhaps it is not too late.

You're very kind, ma'am.

...but I fear it is.

Arrest that man! Arrest that man!
One of you!

From Lord Godolphin.

-An invitation to a banquet.
-How splendid,

Apparently, his young nephew Anthony
is to come before the court tomorrow...

...on a charge of assaulting
a servant girl.

So, we are in agreement?

Yes.

Yes.

We see before the court today

a person who has been wronged
in the grossest manner.

Lies have been told.

A blameless reputation is at stake.

In our view, what is required here
is to set an example

in order to deter other persons
from committing a like offence.

Polly Tregaskis, the court considers
you have committed perjury

and slandered the good name of
Anthony Godolphin.

You'll be committed for trial
at the next assizes.

Justice prevailed.

Everything points to a sorry end.

After all this time,
I cannot think that any news will be good.

Nor I,

from what I've learned
from Tholly of conditions in France...

I think we must both prepare
for the worst.

This helpful little tincture calms
the nerves and fortifies the constitution.

Three drops as and when required.

Go on.

Go on, I dare you.

No.

Dare me something else, Miss Morwenna.

Dare me something worth daring.

Such as?

Dare me...

I don't know.

Dare me to kiss ye.

But then I'd ne'er presume so far knowin'
't'would not be fittin'

No.

It would not.

Not with Geoffrey Charles here.

Move it! Come on, you heard!

Get going! Now!

Move along there, English scum!

You'll be sorry you ever
set foot in France!

Move it! Now! Before I have you strung up!

Oh, Ross! He's alive!

For what that's worth.

It you knew what conditions are like
in France for enemies of the Republic...

You must go to Caroline,
put her out of her misery.

Bring him here!

What is his name?

Armitage, sir. Lieutenant Armitage.

-From HMS Espion.
-Bring me water, quickly.

Lieutenant Armitage.

Can you hear me, sir?

Is there water? I need water!

Archie Godolphin was very affable.

-Was he?
-Invited me

to dispense with the formality
of Lord Godolphin...

Conveyed his appreciation
at my astute judgement

and sensitive handling of the case...

And reminded me of our invitation to his
banquet next Thursday at Godolphin House.

I suspect it won't be long
before we have a Burgess in the family.

At the very least.

O Jesus ride on,

Till all are subdued

Thy mercy make known

I And sprinkle Thy blood

Display thy salvation

And teach the new song

To every nation

And people and tongue

Oh, Jesus, ride on

Till all are subdued

Thy mercy make known

And sprinkle thy blood

You could do worse than Rosie Nanfan.

I believe 'ee, brother.

Shall 'ee speak to her father?

T'would be t' no purpose, brother.

My heart's already bespoke.

The old storehouse?

By whose permission?

By mine, Ross. Who else would say so?

You would take such a decision
without consulting me?

You seriously ask me that?

I seriously ask it, yes.

Who am I, Ross?

My wile.

And when you're away, who do I refer to?

Do I wait for you to return
and fill the void you've left behind?

Or do I step into it'?

Live my life as if you be not in it?

I've a child to support,
another on the way,

a farm to run and a mine beside.

Other women may bow and scrape
and ask permission, as I once did.

But no longer.

For all I knew,
you were never coming back...

...then I'd be head of the family.

But I have come back.

You're right.

I have no business questioning
what you did in my absence.

You're my wife, not my chattel.

France is a desperate place...

...and there were times

when I doubted whether
I'd come back alive.

And now that I have...

...I'm not about to quibble
with the conditions of my return.

Well, perhaps if you behave well...

...they may be warmer than you deserve.

What is this place?

Am I...?

Am I dead?

Is this Hell?

You're alive, my friend...

...but you'll wish you were not.

We're all in Hell now.

A most satisfactory day.

Do you not think?

George, let him lie.

He must not constantly be fussed over.

Oh, must he not?
My boy must not be fussed over.

On the contrary.

He must be cherished, exulted.

He is, after all, my son and heir

and all I now do is for his benefit.

So, yes, a most pleasing day.

And all in all, I think we may say
we are exactly where we wish to be.

No doubt you were plagued
by French beauties.

No doubt I was.

No doubt you availed yourself.

No doubt I did...

...for I have no beauty
at home to compare.

Have I?