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♪ Memories like voices
that call on the wind ♪

♪ Medhel an gwyns,
medhel an gwyns ♪

♪ Whispered and tossed
on the tide coming in ♪

♪ Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

♪ Songs like the dreams
that the bal maidens spin ♪

♪ Medhel an gwyns,
medhel an gwyns ♪

♪ Weaving the song
of the cry of the tin ♪

♪ Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns

♪ Voices like songs
that are heard in the dawn ♪

♪ Medhel an gwyns,
medhel an gwyns ♪

♪ Singing the secrets
of children unborn ♪

♪ Medhel, oh, medhel an gwyns.

Do he think he can buy we off
with faggons?

Hush, ye black worm!

Cap'n Ross already
be looking after we

by turning a blind eye to us
living in his barn.

Do he know we live here?

Course he do!

Bless him for it, maid.

And ye, too.

And curse 'ee,

ya mizzerly,
maazerly mongrel!

Oh, I could leather
the arse of him.

GEORGE:Impressive
operation, though,

the smelting works
on Trevaunance land.

Mm. Though it's difficult, I imagine,

without any actual copper.

Yes, pity it will shortly
no longer be required.

Their mines produce
a fraction of what's needed.

At the last four auctions,
they were outbid.

And if they get no more copper
at the next auction,

surely that'll be
the death knell for Carnmore?

Were I Sir John Trevaunance,

I might regret having

a brand-new smelting works
on my land,

and my money invested

with nothing to produce.

You should go, dear.

Kate'll be wantin' you.

How is the child, Jinny?

She's better,
Cap'n Poldark, sir.

Dr. Enys say 'tis not
the putrid throat after all.

That's a mercy.

'Tis, sir.

Only this week, there's
three dead of it in Sawle.

Here, take these
for you and Jim's mother.

I'm that glad to serve 'ee
again, ma'am.

I know 'ee can scarce
afford me.

Jinny, if we did
what we could afford,

we wouldn't get out of bed.

She has a new tooth coming.

Soon she'll be able to bite
like Garrick.

What's this?

It's from Verity.

When will Veritybe home?

This is not
Verity's home.

My throat's afire.

Get Mrs. Tabb to fetch me
a posset.

She's unwell.

All the servants are unwell.

I'm not unwell.

93,

and the appetite
of a girl of 20!

If Verity were here, she'd
prescribe honey and liquorice.

Dr. Choake
prescribes leeches.

I've no faith in Dr. Choake.

Nor I.

And even less in Verity.

Verity seems content.

So your experiment ended well.

And yours?

Carnmore?

Our hopes are pinned
on tomorrow's auction.

We have scraped together
enough capital to bid high.

If we get sufficient copper,
we'll survive.

If we had more capital,
we'd stand a better chance.

I wish to help.

Let me help.

We could raise a mortgage
on Nampara.

Already raised.

You could sell my brooch
and my best frock.

By no means.

We're not yet so desperate

that I must steal the gown
off your back.

But I would feel better.

If I could somehow
make amends...

I'll be home tomorrow.

Tonight, I'll stay
at the Red Lion.

'Twill go well
at the auction.

You'll win all your bids,
get all the copper you need,

and Carnmore will be safe.

Wave!

You're wasting away.

I've no time for feasting.

Since Keren's death,
you take no care of yourself.

Since her husband's exile,

I try to care for those
he left behind.

You've had word of him?

Safe and well in France,
with no plans to return.

So you may cease
to lash yourself

into a frenzy of work.

May I?

With this latest epidemic?

The putrid throat?

I'm struggling
to contain it.

Whole families
have gone under.

If the poor were better fed
and housed...

It's no respecter
of privilege.

Choake has been summoned
to Trenwith.

Who has it there?

All of them, I believe.

Can you not call?

They're Choake's
patients.

He'd resent my interference.

Besides, I lay no claim
to a cure.

Sometimes the weak survive
and the strong go under.

Stand aside, Mr. Poldark.

We are on urgent business.

I won't detain you.

I came to inquire
after the family.

Is it the putrid throat?

Morbus strangulatorius?

What fool gave you that idea?

We have isolated
the symptoms,

we have applied remedies,
and they are all on the mend.

So soon?

'Tis merely a question

of competent
treatment, sir.

They'll be up and about
in no time.

I have next to dispose of a dole
of ore from United Mines.

50 tons.

Sold to the South Wales
Smelting Company

for £7, 16 shillings a ton.

Do you want some bread? Hm?

You've heard the news
from Trenwith?

Tell me.

Wheal Busy.

Parcel of red copper.

45 tons.

Sold to the South Wales
Smelting Company

for £8, 4 shillings a ton.

All the servants ill?

Not one fit to tend them?

And Dr. Choake called away
to Truro

and not back till morning.

Wheal Leisure.

40 tons.

Wheal Leisure ore is sold

to the South Wales
Smelting Company

for £7, 19 shillings.

And that concludes
the auction for today.

Thank you, gentlemen.

If I'm not back by nightfall,
see Julia's milk boiled

and that she's put to bed.

Hm?

Are we all that remain?

The Warleggans have been
most efficient.

I call to order this meeting

of the Carnmore
Copper Company.

Proceed, sir.

I have to report that today,
yet again, we got no copper.

Since the prospect
seems unlikely to change...

We bow to the inevitable?

It is with extreme regret
that I declare

the Carnmore Copper
Company dissolved.

Ross!

You're becoming a hermit.

Margaret was only saying
how much she's missed you

at our little
gaming parties.

I've no time
for cards these days.

Oh, well, Cousin Matthew
will be sad to hear that.

You know Margaret's
on her third Lord?

I don't know how, but she sucks
the life out of her lovers.

Her instinct for survival
is voracious.

And you should know!

She told me she once
had a fancy to marry you.

Not you?

My sights are set
somewhat higher.

And how is your wife?

She was much remarked on
at the last ball.

You should bring her out more.

We've no time
for socializing, George.

The smelting company
keeps you busy?

Wheal Leisure.

Ah, yes,
one of the few mines

which still offer prospects
for the investor.

I believe some shares

are shortly coming
onto the market.

And whose are they?

Oh, I understood them
to be yours.

But perhaps I was
misinformed.

You were.

Verity?

Is that you?

No, it's Demelza.

Ross's little bud.

I came to inquire
after the family.

They're sick,
every last jack of 'em.

And who's to care for 'em
with Verity gone?

She'd no business to go.

Her duty's here.

'Twas a selfish, cruel thing
she did, to leave us like that.

It goes without saying I would offer a generous price.

I have no control

over my partners.

You could approach one of them.

What is it that
offends you, Ross?

That we Warleggans have dared
to drag ourselves out of poverty

and aspire to gentility?

Poverty doesn't offend me.

Nor does aspiration.

But you are mistaken if you
think greed and exploitation

are the marks of a gentleman.

You know, one of these days,

you'll find yourself
without means,

without colleagues,
without friends,

and with no one to blame
but yourself.

Good day to you, George.

Demelza?

I came to see if I could help.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

I'm in despair.

My poor little boy.

He has these spasms,

then he vomits
and there's relief,

but only for a time,
and then it begins again.

You're sick yourself,
Elizabeth.

You ought to be in bed.

I cannot leave my boy.

I'll stay with him.

I'll stay
and look after you all.

The man imagined he could
drive up copper prices.

And get a "fairer deal"
for the mines.

And so he did.

Till we became wise

and outbid him.

And now?

His smelting works
stand idle.

The price of copper
will fall again.

He'll be left
with enormous debts.

And no obvious means
to discharge them.

Perhaps he will throw himself
upon your mercy.

He may try.

Excuse me.

It must be galling.

To have nothing but debt to show for 12 months of hard labor?

Bad enough.

But to see your assets
now in enemy hands...

The smelting works?

On Trevaunance land?

What did you hear?

That Sir John, after battling
against the wind for months,

is now preparing
to sail with it.

By selling to the Warleggans.

He must cover his losses.

While the rest of us
go bankrupt.

If the servants
hadn't been so ill...

But Dr. Choake said
half the village is down.

Shh. You ought to rest.

Who is it?

Demelza.

She's come to help us.

It is good of her to...

overlook past quarrels.

Mm.

So my own debts,

in addition to the mortgage
on Nampara?

Around £900.

More than I feared.

You have assets.

My shares in Wheal Leisure.

I was approached only yesterday
by a man named Cole,

with a good offer.

One that could clear
all your debts.

For all of my shares?

I got the impression he'd go
even higher.

Oh, he would.

On behalf of his master,
George Warleggan.

As you once remarked,
beggars cannot be choosers.

This time I can.

The Warleggans have a habit
of buying up mines

and closing them down

just to suppress competition
to their own holdings.

I'll be damned if I let that
happen to Wheal Leisure.

So...?

So...

I require capital of £1,000.

Without security.

Here.

It will ease the rawness.

Will he die?

Not if I can help it.

Any luck?

Would I call it that?

To saddle a man with a 12-month
loan at interest of 40%?

I urge you to reconsider.

Start again, rather than
plunge in so deep

there might be
no getting out.

I'll take my chance.

The odds are against you.

I know it.

And should I doubt it,
the sight of Matthew Sanson

parading about
like a prize cockerel,

permitted to trade
and socialize

as if his integrity
were not in tatters.

Who's to gainsay him?

The Warleggans are complete
masters of the district.

And this ship?

The Queen Charlotte.

Their latest venture.

They seem pleased
with her.

They consider her
their flagship enterprise.

And themselves
unassailable.

You shouldn't be out aloneat dusk.

Poverty breeds
desperate men.

You have news?

It will keep.

There's sickness at Trenwith.

Geoffrey Charles had it worst.

But I believe the crisis
is past.

That's a relief.

I may never forgive Francis,

but I would not wish the putrid
throat on my worst enemy.

Ross.

Yes?

I swore I would never keep
secrets from you again.

And so?

I went to Trenwith.

But they turned you away?

No.

I stayed all last night.

In God's name, why?

Ross, I had to.

They were all so sick,
even the servants.

They had no one to tend them.

And Geoffrey Charles
was so weak.

Twice I thought him gone.

But this morning,
he brought round,

and Dr. Choake says
the worst is now over.

I cannot believe
you would do such a...

What would you have done?

What did you do

for Jim Carter?

You're right.

It was a kind and generous act.

Perhaps in a fortnight,

I'll be in a mood
to appreciate it.

Put on a gown.

You'll catch a chill.

I'm hot.

'Tis she that is cold.

Bring her to bed.

Shh.

My throat is dry.

I'll get some water.

Shh.

What is it?

My throat is swollen.

You have a rash.

They both have it.

The symptoms are unmistakable.

How bad will it be?

If they get through the night?

Dear God.

Surely...

There's no reliable treatment.

What can I do?

Pray.

Can you hear me, my love?

Can you hear me, Demelza?

Try to drink this.

Just a sip.

She won't take it.

The fever's worsening.

Can you save her?

Saved?

Are ye saved, daughter?

Are ye saved?

Are ye saved?!

Saved from what?

An impudent trull like that?

We must get her to drink something.

Drink is the devil's work!

Turn away, daughter.

Come home and live
a clean and pure life.

There's little more I can do.

You must fight, my love.

You must fight.

Fight me? Fight me?

Come on, then, come on!

Corn! We must have corn!

How else are we meant to feed
our starving children?

15 shillings a bushel!

15 shillings
and not a penny less!

Demelza, do not underestimate the scale of your ignorance,

your arrogance,

your utter disregard
for truth and consequence.

She's fading.

She's fading,
oh, dear God.

What can I do?

Let go, my dear, let go.

I'll take care of Ross.

You know he would rather be
with me.

You know he would
rather be with me.

You know he would
rather be with me...

Forgive me.

Forgive me,
I cannot save her.

I will stay with her.

I would not have her be afraid.

Julia...

Poldark will not be
bothering us for a while.

Because?

He'll be otherwise
engaged.

With what?

His daughter's burial.

You should try to rest.

I should have provided for them.

Who?

It's the custom
after the burial.

The winter's been savage.

The least I could've done
was fed and watered them.

Who would expect it?

They know of Demelza'sillness.

Everything I touch
is cursed.

You cannot believe that.

So many came.

Yes.
So many.

They care for you.

I should have provided for them.

There's no change.

For better or for worse.

You should take some air.

And then sleep.

The maiden voyage
of the Queen Charlotte...

The demise of the Carnmore
Copper Company...

...and its chief architect.

Something amiss?

Far from it.

Today, I omitted to provide
for the mourners.

Now that will be remedied.

Jud!

Jud, wake up!

Goddamn,
if a man's not king

of 'is own blathering 'ouse...

There's a wreck, Jud!

Where? Where's she struck?

Hendrawna Beach.

Go and rouse the others.

I'll to Sawle
and Marazanvose.

Why bring in all they?

She's a prize of a ship.

Carrying food.

There'll be pickings for all.

Zacky! Zacky!

Hendrawna Beach,
there's a wreck.

Paul! Go rouse the village.

What is she?
A brigantine.

Grain aboard, pilchards,

enough to fill your
bellies for a month!

How do you know?

I know who owns her.

Yah! Yah!

How long mun we wait?

My gizzards is rumblin'.

You'll be fed soon enough.

Paul, Zacky,
get the fires going.

Tell the women
to form a line.

And keep the children clear.

Hellfire and damnation!

It cannot be!

Hendrawna Beach, isn't that...?

Poldark land.

Feed the children first.

There'll be plenty for all
later.

These people should hang!

Give me a rope
and I'll do it myself!

Captain Bray must testify.

To what?

To the plunder and lawlessness!

Better still, Matthew.

He can testify against Poldark.

Always assuming he witnesses.

Whether he witnessesor not!

Good God, boy.

You don't suggest we wait
for actual evidence?

Matthew is a gentleman.

He's a Warleggan
worth two of any Poldarks,

and his word will carry
twice the weight.

And I'll be damned
if we don't turn this debacle

to our advantage!

Do we think he'll be there?

If the reports are true.

Of his daughter?

He may not be in the mood
for plunder.

Then again, he may.

And if he is?

He'll be caught in the act.

Cap'n Ross!

Cap'n Ross!

They be comin' from 'Luggan.

Who?

Why, the blathering miners!

They saw the boat
up from the cliffs

and followed her round the coast
to 'ere!

They'll be wantin' a piece
of her, that's for certain!

We'll give 'em a bastin'!

We bamfered 'em once,
we can do it again!

'Tis a clubbish lot
they are, though.

'Tis said they'll leave
a man drown

just to 'ave the shirt
off his back.

'Tisn't right, 'tisn't fit,
'tisn't fair, 'tisn't proper.

'Tis our beach,
'tis our vittles.

Clear as much cargo as we can
before they arrive.

Once they're here,
it'll be out of our hands.

It's mine,
it's mine!

She's mine!

I'll not be parted from 'er!

Ugh!

The situation is grave.

I'm given to understand
there's a serious risk

to passengers and crew.

From drowning, sir?

From the rabble
on the beach.

And since many of
the passengers are gentlemen,

in particular
my own cousin, Matthew...

And then there's
the matter of the cargo.

'Tis generally accepted
that what's washed ashore

is property of the finder.

It is the property
of the Warleggans,

and anyone plundering
will be guilty of theft

and committing
a capital offense.

I'm certain we understand
each other.

Indeed we do, sir.

I had hoped...

I could've sworn
she'd come round by now.

Will she yet, do you think?

I wish I could know for certain.

You should go, Jinny.

Help your family at Hendrawna.

I'll be off now, sir.

Who was at the door?

Someone to look after mistress.

The 'Luggan miners
be 'ere, Ross!

Far end o' the beach.

Go home.

Make the women
and children safe.

Keep your doors shut
and bolted.

Nay, I'll budge for no man!

'Tis our cove,
'tis our pickings.

Let them strip the vessel
if they choose.

We've had the best of her.

Take him home,
before his mouth

gets him into mischief
it can't talk him out of.

Yes, Mr. Ross.

Lord bless you, Mr. Ross.

Survivors, Ross!

Bein' washed ashore!

Where?

Far side o' the beach,
comin' in on the tide.

They won't last long with
'Luggan's finest to greet 'em!

Get everyone
off the beach now.

What will you do?

See what I can do
for the survivors.

Help! Help!

Help!

Hey!

Sanson!

Keep your distance, man!

We are armed!

I was about to offer you
shelter.

Who are you?

My name is Poldark.

I have a house nearby.

Have you no control
over these savages here?

None whatsoever.

It's a disgrace.

Two years ago,
I was shipwrecked off Patagonia

and treated less barbarously.

Perhaps the natives were
better fed than these miners.

Fed?

If it were only food!

But all of our cargoes
has been pillaged

and we ourselves barely escaped
with our lives.

It's monstrous.

There is much in this world
which is monstrous.

Those who prefer not to freeze
to death, follow me.

How do we know
it's not a trap?

You'll have to take
my word for it.

The word of a gentleman?

I must get word
to Mr. Warleggan.

He's already apprised, sir.

'Twas he who dispatched us.

You'll set about reclaiming
our goods from this rabble?

Never fear, sir.

We'll soon restore order.

I wouldn't count on it.

I have my orders.

Then at least wait
till daylight.

These people are fighting drunk

and quarreling
among themselves.

Interfere
and they'll turn on you.

But if we fired
into them...

Not half of you
would come out alive.

You'll pardon me, gentlemen,
but may I ask for quietness?

My wife is seriously ill.

Ross, you're back.

These men survived the wreck.

They will need your attention.

Forgive me.

I was trying to sleep.

Then who's with Demelza?

I was too weak
to come to the funeral.

But hearing she might
still be in danger...

There's no need.

She saved my child.

Yes.

And lost yours in return.

Oh, Ross, if I could do
anything that would...

You can.

You can pray to God I do not
lose the love of my life.

Of course.

Come back, my love.

Come back.

Come back.

Has she come to take you?

No.

No, my love,
she will never take me.

I was sorry to hear
of your loss.

The world is a darker place
without her.

And a brighter one
without him.

Could you have saved him?

Why would I wish to?

Common decency?

He showed none.

You insist that we are enemies

when, in fact,
we have much in common,

and could be allies.

God forbid I should ever be
so desperate.

Where's Julia?

Shh.

You've been asleep
a long while.

There was a shipwreck.

Where?

On Hendrawna Beach.

I've never seen a wreck.

Where's Julia?

But I was not with her.

I was.

Could you tell that
she was leaving us?

Was she afraid?

She was peaceful.

I held her in my arms.

Oh, Ross!

That upstart is here again.

I really cannot face him.

I...

Let him be told
we're not yet recovered.

I will make our excuses.

Forgive my intrusion.

I was returning
from the wreck.

No doubt you heard
my cousin Matthew perished.

I wish there was some
consolation I could offer.

There is.

These are strange times,
Elizabeth.

We should no longer
stand on ceremony.

If you say so.

Sooner or later,

we must all declare
for one side or another.

For which side
do you declare?

For no side.

At least... for no man.

You must not say this to me,
George.

Oh, I must.

And I do.

I will no longer have
my feelings misunderstood.

Or my intentions.

I bid you good day, Elizabeth.

I wish...

I wish...

What do you wish?

I wish I'd had the chance
to say goodbye.

Geoffrey Charles is well.

We must take heart
from that.

Can you?

And so must you.

Will you make it up
with Francis?

Even though
he betrayed us?

You make me ashamed.

Your heart is so generous.

You always see the good
in things.

I will invite him to join me
at Wheal Leisure.

Together, we will try
to resurrect the fortunes

of the Poldark mines.

Will that satisfy you?

So there is hope.

And it will not have been
for nothing after all.

Captain Poldark?

I have orders to take you
to Truro Jail.

On what charge?

Wrecking.

Inciting a riot.

Murder.

'Tis a mistake!

You cannot believe it.

Ross, tell him!

Who accuses me?

Who accuses me?

George.

♪ I'd pluck a fair rose
for my love ♪

♪ I'd pluck a red rose blowin'

♪ Love's in my heart

♪ Trying so to prove

♪ What your heart's knowin'.