All language subtitles for Poldark.S02E01.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-playWEB_track3_[eng]

Mr. Poldark,

it is alleged that
you roused the neighborhood

and led a blood-thirsty mob
down to the beach.

Incorrect.

Which part?

They were not thirsty
for blood.

They were starving for food.

Did you encourage the riot
which broke out on the beach?

I did not consider it a riot.

Do you approve of plunder
and lawlessness?

Do you approve of whole families
being without sufficient food

to keep them alive?

What part did you play
in the death of Matthew Sanson?

Regrettably,
none whatsoever.

Enough of this insolence.

Ross Vennor Poldark,

I am committing you for trial
at the Bodmin assizes.

Bail will be set
at one hundred pounds.

And may God have mercy upon you,

for I most assuredly
would not.

Julia...

Ross!

They let you go!

I knew they would!

Did they dismiss
all the charges?

Not quite.

I'm to be tried
by Justice Lister

at the Bodmin assizes
in five days' time.

I must present myself
at the jail the night before.

Oh, God.

How has it come to this?

George?

This entire thing is a nonsense.

I'll be back
before you know I've gone.

He should never have been charged.

He's a gentleman
and a Poldark!

His own worst enemy.

I would speak to him,
but he avoids me.

He avoids us all.

Since they lost Julia.

Well, something must be done

or he will walk his head
into the noose.

Or that new contraption
they have in France.

If he's a sensible man,

he will seek
assistance.

Have words in the ears
of those that matter.

The Boscowans?

St. Aubyns.

Warleggans?

When their cousin died
in the wreck?

No, George is very likely
behind the accusations.

But he could exert influence
if he chose?

Mm-hmm.

His reach extends
everywhere.

Why would George
throw his might behind Ross?

You're right.

Why would he?

There's a storm coming.

Julia's afeared of thunder.

I keep thinking that
she's still here,

and if I just
call her name...

I'll be better,
by and by.

I tell myself that
every day.

And every day, I fail.

We must think
of the trial.

Oh, must we?

Ross, 'tis no little thing.

'Tis a proper trial,
not just a magistrate.

You must answer
to judge and jury,

and if you're found guilty...

They cannot hang me.

I've too much to do.

Truly, Ross!

Truly, Demelza,

I decline to be distracted

by matters
beyond my control.

Give me leave to attend
on something I can influence.

Gentlemen!

I leave for Bodmin
in two days.

What are we waiting for?

No doubt you aim to strike a new load before you go?

A couple, at least.

So let's get down there.

New load?

He'll be lucky!

The old Trebartha lode's
near petered out,

but he won't have it.

DEMELZA:No more than he'll
have this trial.

To hear him, you'd think he was
heading for Michaelmas Fair.

Dwight!

He cannot just
bury his head.

And will you tell him?

It's almost upon him.

How will he defend himself?

Who will speak for him?

DWIGHT:I will.

But there must be others.

And plenty of them.

The Crown will already
have assembled its case.

And no doubt there'll be plenty
who'll be glad to help it.

Can I rely on you,
Tankard?

Of course.

Always happy
to be of service.

Why is our attorney here?

He's been assisting the Crown
to strengthen its case.

Theft, riot, attacking
a Customs officer?

Is that not enough?I wanted murder.

And I told you
that charge would not stick.

Cousin Matthew was dead
before he washed ashore.

Poldark merely found him.

And left him lifeless
on the strand.

Which is not a crime.

But it is a personal affront
to this family.

And one which I intend
to make him regret.

Prudence Paynter?

My name is Tankard,

acting for the Crown in the case
of Rex versus Poldark.

What do you recall
the night of the shipwreck?

Shipwreck?

See thee now, woman.

When there's riot and robbery
like there was on that night.

The law says naught
of those who follow if

it can lay hold
of those who lead.

So 'tis best for all concerned

that the right man
should stand in the assizes.

The right man?

Ross Poldark?

I never see'd sight
nor sound of him.

Elizabeth.

Are you alone?

I was about to return
to Trenwith.

Would you consider
a small delay?

Are you suggesting I intervene?

The family would be so grateful.

The family means
little to me.

You alone are the person
I care to please.

It distresses me
to think of my cousin

at risk of his life.

It is I who would be
indebted to you, George.

How difficult would it be

to have him come
before a sympathetic judge?

There are ways of encouraging
such sympathy.

But does Ross
ask it of me?

You know, you and Ross
are more alike than you know.

I have said so.

I said it to him.

I do not think he could fail
to feel gratitude

if he felt himself
beholden.

If he could see his benefactor
in a new light.

So, you've made no arrangements.

None whatsoever.

Jeffrey Clymer, KC.

Your defense.

He'll meet you in Bodmin.

Will he?

Next, your finances.

You are chief shareholder
in Wheal Leisure.

Other than that,
you have no income.

Your tenants

regularly default
on their rents,

your house is mortgaged,
and you have outstanding debts

of one thousand pound
at interest of 40%.

My wife will be sorry
she wed me.

Your wife
deserves better.

Have you made a will?

Of course not.

I need a list

of all your assets.

That shouldn't take long.

My dear Demelza...

I know that recent events

have caused a breach
between our two families,

but wonder if I could persuade
you and Ross to visit us

at Trenwith tomorrow afternoon.

Ah, Captain Poldark!

Mr. Trevaunance,
how goes your campaign?

Better than yours,
I imagine.

Who was that?

No one of any influence.

Jud Paynter?

Never heard of him.

You were on Hendrawna Beach
the night of the shipwreck.

Was I?

Perhaps this'll jog your memory.

Ah, well now!

Get off home,
you bladderwrackin'

pifflin' piece of offal!

Uncle Ray!

Caroline!

My dear!

And Mr. Trevaunance,

our prospective member
of parliament.

I see you
travel light, niece.

How long were you intending to stay?

That depends.

If my little Horace and I
get bored,

we may be forced
to return to London.

No doubt you're much
in demand there.

An heiress is much
in demand everywhere,

especially one
who's not yet of age.

Why so?

It's assumed she will do
the bidding of her wealthy uncle

and marry where he chooses.

You confident, Unwin?

Of winning his seat,
or my hand?

Both, I trust.

I hope we can come
to terms soon, sir.

I hope so too.

She runs rings
round her old guardian.

I'm sure a younger man
would benefit from the exercise.

Did I mention I saw
Unwin Trevaunance,

our would-be MP?

And his intended--
Ray Penvenen's niece.

No doubt she's in town
for the election in Bodmin.

I've never been
to Bodmin.

Be grateful
you're not going now.

Why?

The elections take place
the same days as the assizes.

The town will be seething.

Will Elizabeth go?

I shouldn't think so.

She sent us a note.

What could she want?

Same as I.

You did promise me
after Julia died

that we would all
be reconciled.

You still want that?

With the trial
nigh upon us,

maybe I'll be glad
of the friendship.

Even though
they cost us Julia?

Nay, Ross, you cannot
lay it all at their door.

Why can I not?

'Tis why I do wish
to make peace

despite all that we lost.

Will it not mean Julia
didn't die in vain?

It's good of you both to come.

Is Francis here?

Somewhere hereabouts.

I wanted to speak
with you first,

to ask if some help

might be given
when you come to court.

I hope you will take the gesture

with the kindness
in which it's intended.

Gesture?

George might know the judge

who will hear your case.

How convenient.

And thought that perhaps

he could be...

Pointed in the
right direction.

For a price, no doubt.

Not one that you would
personally need to pay.

But I see that I would.

And it strikes me as more

than my liberty's worth.

Demelza, we're leaving.

Ross?

Elizabeth,

what's the meaning of this?

I thought if there was something
we could do to help Ross...

"We"?

We appreciate the thought.

But not the method.

Ross...

You'll excuse us, George.

Of course.

I thought it
the least we could do.

For Demelza's sake.

Demelza's.

Of course.

Could they seriously imagine
I would stoop to beg favors

from that upstart poodle?

If I wished
to prostitute myself,

I'd sooner grovel
to Ray Penvenen--

who's actually acquainted
with Judge Lister!

Is he?

It really is the end
for me and Francis.

Where are you going?

To the mine,

where it's still possible to do
an honest day's work.

"A known Jacobin

"and revolutionary,

"fomenter of unrest
and affray,

"once escaped justice
by taking the king's shilling,

"fathered numerous bastards,

"bedded and wedded
his scullery maid

"upon whom he got
his latest brat,

"this creature being
a notorious doxy

from a family
of murderers and thieves."

Our friend "Anonymous"
has an engaging style.

How many copies?

Enough to paper
all Truro and Bodmin?

If he's found guilty,
he could hang.

If he hangs, he'll have
only himself to blame.

Mistress Poldark
to see Mr. Penvenen.

Mrs. Poldark?

I don't believe
I've had the pleasure.

Forgive
the intrusion, sir.

I was taken queasy
as I was out walking

and yours was
the first house I saw.

Ah.

'Tis no use, Ross!

The lode is petered out.

We knew it a week ago.

So we give up?

We move on.

There sits
our old mine,

lost in a game of cards
to a Warleggan.

Oh, Ross would never gamble away
his most precious asset,

would he?

He's too wise
and clever.

Francis...

What is done is done.

Thank you for the refreshment, sir.

I hope that you're not
too downcast

about your husband's
coming trial.

Truly, I fear the worst.

If only one knew
who the judge would be.

Oh, that's no secret, ma'am.

Tis Justice Wentworth Lister.

Oh!

Are you acquainted with him?

We know each other.

He'll be supporting
Unwin Trevaunance

at the elections
tomorrow night.

A stern fellow,
though generally accounted fair.

It does puzzle me
exceedingly

how a judge can be expected
to listen to a case

and get to the bottom of it
all in a few of hours.

Does he never ask
for the truth in private

before the trial begins?

Perhaps he should!

Will you be in Bodmin
for the assizes?

For the election, yes.

Well, I hope we may
meet again, sir.

Who was that, Uncle?

Ross Poldark's wife.

What did she want?

She didn't appear
to want anything.

I doubt that, sir.

She looks like
a dangerous woman to me.

Ross!

Well, this is well met!

May I walk with you
awhile?

I'm pressed for time.

The encounter
yesterday...

That was not my doing.

Still, I'd hope we could put
past quarrels behind us.

I had hoped so too,
but I find now I cannot.

Ross,

if something goes amiss
in court,

how is Demelza fixed?

How is that your concern?

If your sentence
is prison or worse,

well, she'd be entirely alone,
with no source of income.

Whereas you yourself
are swimming in guineas?

No, no,
I've a little put by.

Why would you offer it?

I don't forget
what we owe Demelza.

Mr. Warleggan, ma'am.

Elizabeth.

You look ravishing today.

And you too,
of course, ma'am.

I do not.

Nor may I say do you!

Quite pasty-faced.

Consequence of sitting

too long indoors,
fingering coin.

I've bought a small gift
for my godson.

Oh.

That's kind of you, George.

Papa!

Look, my very own horse!

Uncle George
bought it for me.

Did he?

George!
Here again.

I hope you're taking care
of our guest,

Elizabeth.

Saw my cousin
just now.

He was not eager
to exchange pleasantries.

AGATHA:No doubt he's thinking
of the trial.

Do you think
he'll be acquitted?

I don't see how he can be.

So many witnesses
to his activities that night.

And the fact that
he's treated the law

with contempt
on previous occasions.

And the court will not be
left in ignorance.

As I came past Sawle,

a villager showed me

this pretty paper.

"The true and sensational life

"of Captain R.P.

"Adventurer, seducer, wrecker,
and suspected murderer"?

Oh yes,
I've seen them about.

They're not important.Except to Ross.

But if this is believed,
it will prejudice the jury.

Pay it no heed,
Elizabeth.

These scurrilous sheets

are always defaming
one person or another.

Yes, but this author has gone
to some trouble and expense.

You wouldn't happen
to know him,

would you, George?

I imagine
he must be desperate

to earn his money
in such a manner.

Only a bankrupt

would sell his services
that way.

♪ They had no tail nor bill

♪ They had no tail
nor... bill! ♪

Jud Painter?

'Tis said that you
and your good wife

were once servants
of Captain Poldark.

And his father
before him.

And that after serving
faithfully

for all those years,

you were turned out
without a word.

Monstry ingratitude!

So you understand
your duty under the law

is to report what you saw
the night of the wreck.

We know you took part
in the riot and pillaging.

We know you played a part

in resisting officers
of the Crown.

I never heard such loitch.

But we're willing
to overlook all that

if you will turn
King's evidence.

You owe him no loyalty.

It's common sense
to testify against him.

We'll make it worth
your while.

I have no idea what to say in your defense

and you leave
for Bodmin tomorrow.

I was not on the beach,

so I cannot refute
the charges,

but from what I hear,
they are not easily dismissed.

Salvaging spoils
from a wreck?

No jury in Cornwall
would convict me of that.

Attacking
a customs official?

Not guilty.

You doubt me?

We both know
you're capable of it.

Your situation
is not good,

Ross.

I've seen worse.

We'veseen worse.

On the battlefields
of Virginia.

And I salute you
for saving my face.

Saving your neck
may not be so easy.

I'll ask Demelza not to come
to Bodmin tomorrow.

So you and I
will ride together?

Perhaps as we go,

some brilliant defense
will occur to me.

Who's this fine lady,

and what has she done
with my wife?

Judas!

There she is!

For a moment,
I thought I'd lost her.

Why?

'Cos she's prink'd up
to the nones

an' her fizzog powdered?

Clearly I needn't worry
about you when I'm gone.

You'll have a line of suitors

from here to Penzance.

So I should hope.

May I join you awhile?

Perhaps another night.

Goodnight, Francis.

Goodnight.

So you leave me abed
like the Queen of Sheba

while you see
to all the chores?

Is it not my duty to cherish
my wife while I'm here

and to provide firewood
for when I'm not?

I wish we could stay
like this forever.

I wish that too.

I'm only glad for your sake
you're not seeing me in court.

No, Ross.

You will stay here.

Yes, Ross,
if that's what you wish.

Elizabeth?

I'm leaving for Bodmin.

Shall I not come with you?

A court is no place
for a lady.

It's a terrible thought,
is it not?

A world without Ross.

I wonder how Demelza
would bear it.

How would any of usbear it?

For which of us
does not secretly adore him?

How different might
our lives have been.

Had Ross not returned
from the war?

Had he never gone away
in the first place.

Goodbye, my dear.

God bless you.

Francis?

Yah!

No.

Hey...

You'll come home again.

I promise.

Ross!

You spoil him.

How else could I persuade him
to come to Bodmin with me?

Indeed, he wonders why
either of us must go at all.

You tell him it is because
tonight is election night

and as Unwin's intended,

you are expected to be
at his side.

Horace and I will spend
an agreeable evening

in our lodgings
eating jellies.

Caroline!

What? You'd prefer
I caught a cold

in some drafty assembly rooms,
watching dreary men voting?

I may venture out later,

if Horace can spare me.

Bodmin, Horace!

I bet nothing of moment
ever happens there.

Hear ye!

By the sheriff's precept,
notice of election...

Your room, sir.

Beg pardon, sir.

Be you a surgeon
or such like?

I am.

There's someone took mortal sick
at Priory House.

I'll go at once.

Verity!

I've saved you a place,
my dear.

Oh, thank you.

Yah!

You did tell Ross
you're coming?

Of course not!

Jeffrey Clymer,
King's Counsel.

I'm here to see if we can
wriggle you off the hook.

Theft.

Inciting a riot.

Attacking
a customs officer.

Impressive.

I'm a physician, ma'am.

May I be of service?I hope so.

My darling little Horace
has had two fits

and now he's barely breathing.

Will you attend on him, please?

Your dog?

Your footman made a mistake.

It would be a farrier
you sent him for.

It's not my custom to employ
a horse doctor for Horace.

I want the best advice,
and I'm willing to pay for it.

What is your fee?

But perhaps you do not know
your trade well enough.

Perhaps you should leave--
we'll call someone else.

That was what I was
about to suggest.

Wait.

Have you never had a dog
of your own?

Yes.

And would you have let him die
on a point of formality?

How old is he?

Twelve months.

Fits are not uncommon
at that age.

An aunt of mine had a spaniel.

His pulse is steady
and there's no sign of fever.

Nevertheless, I'd advise
a lowering system of treatment.

No more sweetmeats.

Plenty of running
and jumping.

Dogs do not need to be carried.

Have a druggist make up
this paregoric

of black cherry water
and Theban opium.

Thank you.

You were saying?

About your aunt's spaniel?

Oh, yes.

He used to have fits
when she played the spinet.

One hesitates to say
whether he was musical

or the reverse.

What is your name?

Following to your arrest,

your statement
to the examining magistrate

was unhelpful.

I answered truthfully.

Is that not what
the law requires?

A common misconception
is that truth

is the same as innocence--
it is not.

My job is
to position the truth

so that you don't pay for it
with your life.

I see.

So now we're politicians,

positioning the facts
to suit our own ends.

And the people
on the beach that day?

Shall we pretend that
they were not desperate?

Should we explain that
starvation and poverty

are also relative?

Let me be clear.

Anything other than absolute
contrition would be sheer folly.

So my task is
to grovel.

Play the game
by bending the rules.

Excellent.

Thank you.

Oh, the town is a-boiling!

I'd forgot it was election week.

Yes, I lately met
one of the candidates--

a friend of our neighbor
Penvenen.

Indeed, later,
I must go out on an errand.

With the streets
full of drunkards?

'Tis for Ross I must do it.

When are the votes to be counted?

Not until this evening, sir.

Have you seen this?

It's an assassination
of Ross Poldark's character!

How unfortunate.

Not a single room?

I'm sorry, sir,
we're full.

In the entire inn?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Enys!

Are you here
for the trial?

I am indeed--
and you?

Yes, I thought
I'd look in.

Look, um...

Do you know where I can find
a room for the night?

This place is full and the town
is fermenting with people.

You may be unlucky.

I trust your sister
had the foresight

to reserve her room
at The Crown.

Verity's here?

I saw her go in just now
with Demelza.

Is your wife with you?

Elizabeth prefers
to remain at Trenwith.

If you should be without a place
to sleep tonight,

I'm at the London Inn,
beside the church.

You may be held to that.

Terrible!

A man of his standing!

And that young wifeof his.

Francis,
are you joining us?

Will I not be interrupting
your council of war?

Against whom?

My cousin.

As declared in your recent
literary effort.

Excuse me.

'Tis a piece of fiction

entirely worthy of you!

Tell me, what could induce you
to throw your weight behind Ross

instead of against him?

The very same question
your wife asked me.

Naturally, I could not now
consider it.

Ross has offered me insolence
once too often.

In that case,
may I offer you some advice?

By all means.

You may flaunt your guineas
on lavish garments

and fancy carriages.

You may purchase a coat of arms

and deck out your servants
in gaudy livery.

You may even buy your way
into every club, mine,

and drawing room
in the county.

But what you will never buy

is nobility

or breeding

or even common decency.

Are you quite sure you don't
wish to apologize, Francis?

Given the nature
of our association?

You own me.

I acknowledge that.

And my indebtedness to you

has long muddied
the waters between us.

So I trust that any confusion
about my feelings

is now entirely
cleared up.

I'll visit you in jail

with a list of the witnesses
who are to appear against you.

And those for me?

A shorter list.

Friends' and workers'
testimony,

presumed biased,
will be easily dismissed.

Meanwhile, I advise you
to reconsider your attitude.

It's no detriment to me

if you choose to run your neck
into a noose,

but I suspect
it might be to yours.

Mr. Warleggan.

I see Unwin
speaks the truth.

He cannot stir an inch
without you.

He says the same of you.Of course.

We're both
indispensable

to his ascent
in the world,

I as a hunting trophy.

Caroline...

And you as...
how to describe you?

Benefactor?

Sponsor?

Paymaster?

I'm most certainly lending
my support to his campaign.

Shall we go out
and wave to the crowd?

And I am lending mine
to his arm.

I wonder which one of us
stands to gain the most?

Are you sure Ross meant you
to go out alone?

You're a lady,
after all.

But I was brought up
a miner's daughter,

and there's naught that
a few drunkards can do

that I couldn't
give them back.

I am the voice crying in the wilderness.

Make ye ready
the ways of the Lord,

for the kingdom of God
is at hand!

DEMELZA:Judas!

Father?

So.

Now ye be cast
into the pit, daughter?

Thy child is buried,
thy husband's to hang.

See now the wages of sin?

I know of no sin.

Turn again now, daughter.

Come home and live a pure life!

Thank you, Father.

I appreciate the offer,

but I hope
it will not be needed.

"Vengeance is mine,"
saith the Lord,

for the day of calamity
is at hand!

What have you forgot,
Demelza?

Oh!

Have you brandy or rum?

There's port.

Demelza's tipple.

Well, sister...

How does it feel to be married
to a drunken brute?

Francis, I hoped...

What, that I'd come
to make peace?

With my sister, perhaps,
but not with a Mistress Blamey!

We're happy, Francis.

And I hope the day will come
when you'll be glad for me

and allow me home
to Trenwith.

Oh, as soon as you like.

As soon as you like.

Without him.

Oh, do I disappoint you?

Well, I disappoint
most people:

Father, Elizabeth, myself.

Why is it I amount
to precisely nothing?

Whereas Ross...

Ross is considered
such a threat

that men will spend a fortune
in order to get him hanged!

And yet I envy him.

You cannot.

If I were going
to meet my judges,

I would give them
a piece of my mind.

Francis Poldark,

Esquire of Trenwith!

It wouldn't be
the first time today.

I met a man
handing out pamphlets

defaming Ross
in the grossest manner,

and I happen to know the author,
so I went to pay him a visit

and left him in no doubt
as to my opinion.

George.

Was that wise, when he owns
the very roof over your head?

Oh, no doubt he's planning
this moment how to punish me.

But he may be defrauded.

Do not lose heart, Francis.

Tomorrow's a new day.

A new day.

And it may never come.

I wonder if I shouldn't go
to Bodmin?

To what purpose?

To be with Francis.

And his cousin?

Ross has Demelza.

Mm.

Be advised, sir.

The woman approaching
is a harlot

and must on no account
be admitted.

Excuse me, sirs.

Entry to the assembly rooms is for voters only.

I've come to see Mr. Penvenen.

He did particularly ask for me.

I bet he did.

You can't come in.

DEMELZA:I beg you
to let me through.

'Tis all the reason
I've come to Bodmin.

My husband's life depends on it!

Move along now.

Move along now!

Are you sure Dr. Enys
was agreeable

to you sharing
his chamber?

'Tis a small chamber, sir,
and but a single bed.

I shall not be
needing a bed.

Oh, my dear,
I was so worried.

The crowds
in the square!

What is it?

Did all go well?

Not exactly.

I'm in no mood
for visitors.

Sounds ominous.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I was writing to my wife.

I've not come
to fight, Ross,

but to confess.

Confess myself disarmed.

Impressed.

Well, of course
you might have guessed

Elizabeth would ask me
to intervene,

but would you guess that
Francis did too?

That Ray Penvenen
tried to fight your corner?

Alfred Barbery?

Lord Deveran?

How do you inspire
such loyalty?

It impresses me.

I see its value.

I could use it.

I could do
what they ask me to do:

remove the hostile witnesses,

drop a word in the ear
for prosecution.

I could even take the stand,
give you a character reference.

How would that sway the jury?

The very man
whose cousin perished?

What do you say, Ross?

Will you meet me halfway?

Will you take the hand
of friendship?

Forgive me.

Are you truly so deluded?

Do you think I would ever
shake your hand?

No.

No, not for a single moment.

But when you go to the gallows,

I'll be able to say,
hand on heart to Elizabeth,

"I offered Ross Poldark my help
and he turned me down."

So thank you.

For being every bit
as predictable

as I hoped you'd be.

And thank you.

For reminding me what can

and cannot be bought.

My dear!

Where are you going?

I have one last thing
I must try.