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Mr. Vercoe.

Captain Poldark.

May I ask where these men
are headed?

Truro Jail, sir.

And their crime?

Importing goods without paying
the required duty.

Some call it
free trading.

Some call it the only way

to afford life's necessities.

Brandy?

Gin?

These essentials,
are they?

Salt is.

'Tis my duty to enforce the law,
Captain.

Your commitment is heartwarming.

Move out!

You shouldn't
rile him.

Couldn't resist.

I'm wanted
at the mine.

There are fuses to set.

And you'd abandon me?

Suppose I met a footpad
on the way home.

God help him.

Still not through?

Can't be far off.

Can almost smell
Trevorgie

the other side
of that ironstone!

Another blast
should do the trick.

Will the shareholders
keep faith with us?

They're sensible men,
most of them,

and I intend to make
a robust argument.

So we carry on?

We carry on.

They've broken through?

Almost.

Ross Poldark is tenacious.

Ultimately,
I expect Wheal Leisure

to do very well for me.

Why else would ye
buy shares in it?

On whose land
does Wheal Leisure sit?

Who is its main
shareholder?

And his latest scheme
is about

to come to fruition.

It's just too easy.

Were you hurt
in the blast?

'Tis bruisin' I have
all the time.

Swelling too,
same as Ted.

Sir.

What is it?

Like a plague, Ross.

Half the mine's afflicted.

Half the village beside.

Should we send
these men home?

They can't afford
to lose their pitches.

Well, they won't,
of course.

But we need them fit.

Get Dwight Enys.

Dwight Enys is a scoundrel.

For all he knows,
I might be dead.

I think I would have
informed him

had that been the case.

Dr. Enys.

Having saved my life
some months ago,

you appear to have no further
interest in my recovery.

I would nonetheless
esteem it a favor

if you would call to assure
yourself of my full recovery

and to receive payment
for your skill,

unless of course you have more
important matters to attend.

Lift your head up.

Show me your teeth.

I can't account
for these symptoms.

Swelling, bruising,
bleeding gums,

listlessness...

Is it the dust?

The foul air of the mine?

I wondered that,

but some of these people
are fisher folk.

It's perplexing.

* Summer in the May-O,
for winter is a-coming... *

Is that wise?

With the currents so strong
hereabouts?

I know 'em well enough.

Will Ross be happy?

He'll be happy
with these.

And who's to tell him
where I got 'em?

How long will Jud be gone?

Don't talk to me of that
slinkin' great lurker!

Any excuse

to shirk his chores
and study the inside

of Sally Chill-off's kiddley.

"Keeping his head down,"
he says.

I'll keep his head down.

Could someone have caused
the bruises?

She says they come
of their own accord.

But how?

I can't fathom it.

Is it paludal fever?

Is it purpura?

I've tried fresh air, sunlight,

goat's milk, nutmeg.

Perhaps what I should try is
a different profession.

The navy, perhaps?

You'd enjoy ship's rations.

Salt pork,
dried biscuit,

weevils.

No doubt, and be all
the healthier for it.

Of course.

What?

Biscuit, salt, no fresh fruit,
no green vegetables.

I thank you, Ross!

What for?

Helping me diagnose
the complaint.

Scurvy!

Captain Poldark, sir?

Thank you, sir.

Dwight!

This just came for you.

From Killewarren.

You seem in haste, George.

Have you urgent
business afoot?

All my business is urgent.

Including your assault-by-proxy?

Excuse me?
My servant,

a witness at the trial,
was attacked and left for dead.

And how is that my concern?

Only that it would be a mistake

to imagine such intimidation
could continue to be one-sided.

Is that a threat, Ross?

Is it?

Last night in Sawle, they say another drop was ambushed.

More cargo lost and four more
sent to Bodmin Jail.

Since the riots
in Bodmin,

the district's been crawling
with soldiers.

They're clean out of salt
from Padstowe to St. Ives.

Do bode ill for when
the shoals come in.

Fish won't keep.
Fish won't sell.

Mom says if it weren't for Mr. Ross...

Where are these from?

Nampara Cove.

You went out in the boat?

No, I whistled

and they came a-dancin' at me
out the waves!

Have you no sense?

Yes, and an extra mouth to feed!

Then at least do
with the courtesy

of taking more care
of yourself in future.

I won't be home late.

What's that contraption?

A Virgula divinitoria.

It's believed
to sniff out metal.

Since they reconciled,

I was hoping Francis would look
to Ross for guidance.

That upstart Warleggan
hasn't called of late.

He and Francis
have quarreled.

I wonder he doesn't
call in your loans.

Perhaps he has another plan.

Such as?

Should I know how
the devil's mind works?

You better keep him sweet.

Perhaps you should
pay him a visit.

I've no influence
over George.

I've summoned Dr. Choake

to come and visit you.

I find myself
in excellent health.

Thank you, Aunt.

And I will improve further

when we have a working mine
to our name

and are no longer reliant
on Warleggan charity.

Verity should be here.

She'd know what to do.

Will you join me aboard
next week?

People will think me
a bad wife

to be always gallivanting off
and sunning myself in Lisbon!

That makes you
a good wife,

for acceding to your
husband's wishes.

I think
they are yours, too.

You know they are.

I've had word
from James.

Oh?

His ship was diverted
to Penang.

And Esther?

Remains with her governess
in Plymouth.

But when James returns,

they will both come
and visit us.

I shall insist.

Do you ever think
the price was too high?

Your children shun us.

My brother disowns us.

Well, we have
at least one friend

to whom we owe
everything.

Of course we're happy.

I could not be more so.

And yet?

My brother will
not forgive me,

and Andrew's children
decline to meet me.

Not that I blame them.

I've replaced their
dear departed mother.

They must hate me.

But when they meet you...

I begin to fear
that will never happen.

And if they will not
accept me now,

how much worse will it be

if Andrew and I have
a child of our own?

Are you...?

No, not yet.

But children are the natural
consequence of marriage,

are they not?

It would appear so.

Dear Madam, I am happy to hear of your recovery,

but be assured, as to payment,
I am amply recompensed

by the knowledge
of your gratitude.

To you, Dr. Enys, no doubt the saving of my life

seems a very small service.

To me, it assumes a slightly
greater significance.

I therefore enclose a guinea,

which is the smallest value,
little as I esteem myself,

that I could put
upon your services.

Be so kind as
to attend me today.

Do you think Elizabeth
could ever be persuaded

to meet me here,

even for half an hour,
with Geoffrey Charles?

Would she do that?

Behind Francis's back?

No.

She would never.

But I do miss them
so terribly.

You see?

He will never be reconciled.

Dr. Enys.

How kind of you to call.

I haven't been waiting
above three months.

I apologize, Miss Penvenen.

I've been busy
with my other patients.

Doubtless they're
more important than I.

Only insofar as their conditions
are more serious.

Well?

Are you going to examine
my throat or not?

Open your mouth,
please.

Wider, please.

Most satisfactory.

You'll have
no further trouble.

How brusque you are today!

Is your friend Ross Poldark
so peremptory?

He has little time
for pleasantries,

if that's what you mean.

Do you ride, Dr. Enys?

For pleasure, that is?

I'm sure you'll appreciate
I have very little time

when I'm taken up with...

More serious complaints.

So tell me, what are they?

Scrofula, phthisis, scurvy...

And what can be done
for them?

For scrofula, nothing.

For scurvy,
a doctor's drugs are useless,

but simple foods--
green vegetables, fresh fruit--

can effect an almost
immediate cure.

But these are precisely
what the poor cannot afford,

so they bleed and die.

Why do they not spend
less on gin and more on oranges?

Oranges?

Oranges when they can be had
cost thruppence apiece.

Gin costs less than
sixpence a quart.

Yet many are as sober
as you or I.

But will you do any good

by attempting to save
these people?

They'll only multiply,

and then there'll be
more mouths to feed.

And of course it's sad
to see them die,

but at least it keeps
the numbers in check.

Do I shock you?

Only by your assumption

that you will not be included
in this stocktaking.

But of course I won't!

I'm a Penvenen,
so I'm rich and privileged.

Would you excuse me, madam?

My patients require me.

I shall take the liberty

of returning your fee.

You consider yourself
tainted by it?

I bid you good day.

Gentlemen, we have good news to report.

Mr. Henshawe?

Our latest excavations
have taken us through

to what we calculate
to be feet

from the old Trevorgie
copper lode.

Now, I'm aware this has taken
longer than we'd hoped,

but it is my belief

that the next blast
will see us break through.

So it only remains for us
to secure your approval

to divert this quarter's profits
for the last time.

One final push.

Do we have
everyone's agreement?

Eight weeks.

Yes?

Beyond your wildest estimate,

and you're still
not through?

Ironstone is no respecter
of time or money.

But we as shareholders must be,
surely?

Each quarter,
we've seen our profits diverted

into a scheme
which has so far yielded

precisely nothing.

Optimism's one thing,

but what if you've got
your bearings wrong

and bypassed the old workings
altogether?

There is not a man
in these parts

who knows the workings better
than Captain Henshawe.

But if he's wrong,

you might dig on for years
and never connect.

I say we put it to a vote.

All those in favor
of continuing?

All those against?

Motion to continue denied.

Shall we close the meeting?

There's nothing further
to report.

One moment, sir.

You will no doubt have noticed
the absence of Mr. Renfrew.

As of yesterday,
he is no longer a shareholder,

having sold his shares to me.

Was he furious?

Not with me.

But then, he knows I am not

the actual owner
of the shares.

You pass my house
without paying a call?

How have I offended you?

As I think you know, George,
since the trial...

The trial?

Is that not behind us now?

Cannot we move forward?

Rekindle our former connection?

I'm not sure
how possible...

Please.

At least return with me
and take some refreshment.

Mr. Trencrom.

Captain Poldark.

What can I do for you,
Mr. Trencrom?

May a man not call
in neighborly fashion?

Inquire after your affairs,
see how they prosper,

speak a little of his own?

Suppose you speak first
of yours,

so I may come
to a quicker understanding

of your interest in mine?

I'm sad you've declined
my invitations of late.

We decline all invitations.

We simply cannot afford
to return the hospitality.

May I venture to suggest
that I am a special case?

And difficult as things are
at Trenwith,

they could, I'm sure
you realize, be so much worse.

And if Francis cannot say so,

allow me to convey the thanks
of the entire family.

Not the entire family, surely?

My affairs
do far from prosper.

Oh, business is brisk
as far as consumption goes.

The difficulty comes
with the supply.

So I hear.

What do you hear?

That the customs officials
at St. Ann's are determined

to let nothing slip ashore.

And that all your attempts
to persuade them

with a share of the profits
have fallen on deaf ears.

And now this crackdown
from on high

means that every time
we find a new landing place,

we're met by gaugers
and military.

All cargo confiscated,

crew barely escaped
with their lives.

So here's the thing:

we've run out
of navigable inlets.

And I possess the only one
for miles.

Actually, I expect to be seeing
a good deal of Ross in future.

I've increased my shareholding
in his mine.

Oh.

So I hope
I won't have cause

to inflict undue pressure
on him.

Or on Francis,
for that matter.

What might cause you to?

I wonder.

Your cove is not ideal,

but we could land there safely
on still nights.

I'd handle the distribution.

All you'd need to do
is draw your curtains.

And what do you think
would induce me to do so?

Ross...

We could discuss a lump sum
per cargo.

How does 50 pounds sound?

I see you've not lost
your sense of humor.

Is that such a poor offer?

And what would you suggest?

200 pounds per cargo.

Ross!

My dear
sir,

impossible!

Make the journey
almost without profit!

Not to mention salt.

Salt?

There's less profit in salt
than tea or brandy.

Less call for it
among my more genteel customers.

200 pounds per cargo

and six casks of salt.

That's my price,
take it or leave it.

What is it you seek, George?

Your friendship.

A renewal
of our former intimacy.

A gradual increase in it.

Is that too much to ask?

Particularly if it safeguards
those you love?

I do not believe Francis
would be happy

about my visiting
here often, if at all.

A pity.

A very great pity.

200 pounds for letting
tub-carriers use our cove?

That won't buy you
out of prison!

I don't intend
to be there.

I can't stand it again.

The fretting,
the not sleeping,

the picturing you hanging
at Bargus Crossroads!

Were we not in dire straits,
I wouldn't do it.

Today, I learned that George has
bought up more of Wheal Leisure.

With 200 pounds, we can keep
our heads above water

and Sawle can salt
its pilchards.

And why is it fine for you
to run risks

when I may not even take a boat
out in calm waters?

Believe me,
I have every intention

of keeping on the right side
of the law.

Or at least the blind side.

'Tis a crying shame we stopped the tunnel to Trevorgie.

In my bones,
I could feel we were close.

Where do you estimate
we'd got to?

Well, nigh on that
clump of trees.

Halfway towards Wheal Grace?

I'd say so-- your father's old mine.

It's never occurred to me
till now how close it is

to the old Trevorgie workings.

Reckon it wouldn't hurt to take
a closer look at Trevorgie

from that end.

Maybe the old men
found a way through

that we know nothing of.

Is that what Mark meant?

The night he went away
to France?

There's money in that mine.

Copper.

We never see'd
a more keenly lode.

You think he wandered
into Trevorgie?

Could he?

But if it's all
underwater...

With no way
of draining it...

We'd need one of them
new-fangled pumping engines.

Which cost.

Let me think on it.

If I decide to take it
any further,

I'll come back to you.

What are you up to?

Daydreaming.

Wheal Grace.

You don't intend
to resurrect her?

If my finances ever match
my ambitions.

The curse
of the Poldarks.

Plenty of one,
none of the other.

Dr. Enys.

Are you now a peddler?

They're for my patients.

When these are gone, there'll be
nothing till next harvest.

Do your patients
enjoy worms and mold?

Beggars cannot be choosers.

Almonds, sugar,
oranges and chocolate.

You spoil me!

May I not?

But in fact,

it is not all for you.

The sugar is for James,
the chocolates are for Esther.

They come in a month.

Are you happy now?

Yes, of course!

Ah, Caroline.

This from Unwin,

pressing the subject
of an engagement.

Now he's an MP...

His coffers need to keep pace
with his ambitions?

Oh, for shame, Caroline!

One must not assume
mercenary motives.

I dearly hope that
both of you

are marrying for love.

You think Unwin loves me?

You do not?

I think he loves

my 20,000 pounds.

Oh, I would be sorry
to think so.

Does it not strike you as odd?

I'm an heiress, yet I have
no money of my own.

Suppose you give me some?

Well, I have no objection
to advancing you something,

but in Lord of day,
what will you spend it on?

I mean, your every need
is catered for here.

50 pounds?
How much?

What's the use
of being rich

if one can't have a flutter
now and then?

Caroline, you know
I disapprove of gaming.

But this would be
a new type of gambling, uncle.

It appeals to me, and I have
a fancy to indulge the whim.

I saw Ross.

Was he well?

He's considering
a new venture.

Of what nature?

Mining, of course.

What else?

Whether we like it or not,
it's in our blood.

Come on, boy!

Shall we go see

if we can strike lucky?

How far is it?

Quarter mile.

Give me a shovel,
I'll dig it myself

and be back in time for supper.

Someone's full of the joys of spring.

Always is
when he's up and doing.

'Tis sittin' still
he can't abide.

Well, this section's mostly shallow,

but the lower levels
are flooded.

Mm.

We'd surely need an engine.

Those two young engineers
in Redruth.

Trevithick and Bull?

They've some interesting
new ideas.

Yeah, at a price.

And we don't yet know
if there's ore enough

to make it
worthwhile.

Is it worth
the risk?

We have these samples,
this map, Mark's word.

Your pigheadness.

And against that?

Time? Money?

Common sense?

Is it a secret,
or can we all be told?

All in good time.

But for tonight,
draw the curtains early.

And ignore
any sounds outside.

And where will you be?

Taking delivery of the cargo.

Ross, you cannot!

Already arranged.

Disarrange it!

Here they come.

So far, so good.

So I should hope.

Who else could know about this?

Yet the other landings up the coast were surprised.

Mr. Trencrom did advise us to trust no one.

Keep the horse straight.

Gaugers!

How many?

Just the one.

Vercoe!

I'll head him off.

Nay, Ross.

If he sees you,
you're as good as hanged.

It's clear--
let's go.

If they varmints
come a-troachin'

'cross our flower-beds,
I'll...

It's over.

Is it?

Demelza, try to see this
in a rational light.

I'm home.

The tide is high.

There's no footprints
on the beach.

There'll be salt
for the pilchards.

And we are 200 pounds less
in debt

than we were this morning.

Is that not cause
to celebrate?

That you go
against my wishes?

For the good of us both.

That you take risks
that you need not take?

On this occasion.

You think you can do
as you please

while I always do
as you bid me?

Well, think again!

Well, my love?

The Thunderer docks at noon.

I'll collect James,

then meet Esther
off the Plymouth coach

and be with you by 2:00.

Do not make yourself uneasy.

They will adore you
as much as I do!

Thank you so much.

Miss Penvenen?

Captain Poldark!

Are you lost?

Do I look it?

You're far from home.

Perhaps I enjoy my own company.

You should make
the most of it.

I hear you're to be
married soon.

Do you recommend
the estate?

When both parties agree.

We cannot all follow our hearts.

Surely an heiress can?

What an amusing idea.

Excuse me,
I'm late for the hunt.

Ross!

Is it you I have to thank
for this windfall?

What is it?

Oranges!

I think we both know

I am not your mysterious
benefactor.

Oranges?

Oranges.

If I made you a gift,

it would be a better instrument
for removing fish bones.

You bruised my mouth
with your fingers, remember?

I knew it was you.

I'm very grateful.

They'll be life-saving.

Good heavens,
you don't imagine I care

about the fate
of a few fishwives, do you?

You wouldn't take
my guinea.

So...?

I knew your conscience
wouldn't let you refuse a gift

for your starving patients.

So you see, now you're
under obligation to me.

Is that where you
prefer your men?

You're rather impertinent.

I like you very much too.

Oh, there you are, Caroline!

The fox escaped us,
but, uh...

Dr. Enys.

Dr. Enys!

I hear you're rather good
at curing dogs.

Did you notice Horace

has a little spot
on his ear?

Has he?

Perhaps Dr. Enys
might take a look at it

after we've gone.

For 12 bags of oranges,

he shall have the best attention
I can give him.

Do we wait for Mr. Tankard?

He knows the time
of the meeting.

Proceed,
Mr. Henshawe.

Last month,

we sent two parcels
of red copper to auction.

This month, we'll have two,
maybe three.

The question is,

do we take on extra men,

aside from those back on tribute
since the closing of the tunnel?

Mr. Tankard is not here,

so we must take a vote
without him.

Gentlemen, should...

Forgive my tardiness.

The fox led us
a merry dance,

but we got him in the end.

Oh, you were expecting
Mr. Tankard?

He will no longer attend.

I feel, as a principal
shareholder,

it befits me to take a more
robust interest from now on.

Perhaps you will
kindly outline

your suggestions

and I shall give them
my best consideration.

*

What do it mean?

It means we cannot move an inch
without his say-so.

Nothing to be done.

Or is there?

You will sell half my shares
in Wheal Leisure.

If you wish.

And you will demand
the very highest price.

I know for certain
George will pay.

I think it's for the best.

Indeed, had you done so
a year ago...

Still, not too late

to pay off your debts
and start afresh.

Very true.

But that's not in fact
how I intend to use the money.

Ross!

It's good to see you.

Is Francis here?

Yes, he's...

Ah!

I thought
I heard your voice.

Is this a social call?

Not exactly.

What?

I'm opening
Wheal Grace.

You don't mean it!

Yes.

That's cheerful news!

Henshawe and I have already been down.

The lower level's flooded,
we'll need an engine,

but we reckon there's enough ore
in the shallows

to get us through.

Who's investing
the money?

I've sold half my shares
in Wheal Leisure.

I can realize
600 pounds.

Six hundred?

Yes.

Um...

You've told me
more than once

about the money
you've put by.

Yes.

With 1,200 pounds,
we could do a great deal.

You're suggesting we go
into partnership?

Yes.

It's a risk in more ways than one.

George has a long arm.

To hell with George.

And you could well lose your money.

Well, I like a gamble.

One can gamble on a man
as well as a mine.

Well, I can't guarantee
the mine.

If that's how you feel,

let's shake hands on it.

Ross, before you
take this forward,

there are certain things
I should tell you.

Past things?

And I shouldn't feel
that I could... proceed

unless you were fully
apprised of...

If it's the past,
let's forget it.

I don't think
I want to hear it.

Well, if that's the case,

I don't think I want
to hear it myself!

To the Poldarks.

The Poldarks.

Mr. Ross won't like it.

Mr. Ross won't be told,
will he?

No, mistress.

I'm Esther.

Oh!

Oh, my dear,
you've come too soon.

No, I meant I did not expect you
till this afternoon.

I came
on the early coach.

Is my father here?

He's gone to meet your brother.

Won't you come in?

Oh, my dear, it's so good

to meet you at last.

Will it just be
the two of you?

No other shareholders?

None whatsoever.

There is one
further point.

I wish my shares in the mine
to be vested in my son's name.

But he's still a child,
isn't he?

Yes, but if George Warleggan
learns of our partnership,

he may try to get at Ross
through me.

But if the shares
belong to Geoffrey Charles,

well, then, George
cannot touch them.

As you wish.

I've a fancy to buy a nosegay
for Elizabeth.

Shall we meet at the Red Lion,
then ride home together?

By all means.

You may be interested to know

I've just purchased more shares
in Wheal Leisure.

I wish you joy of them.

So the rumors are true?

You and Francis are going
into business together?

I see you have your ear
to the ground.

Or should I say
to the keyhole?

I'm surprised to hear
you're pinning your hopes

on Wheal Grace.

What do you hope
to find there-- gold?

No.

Freedom to call our souls
our own.

I suppose you know where Francis
got the money he's investing?

Yes,

and we're very much obliged
to you, George.

Yes, we paid it to him
for services rendered.

In exchange for the names

of the Carnmore Copper Company
shareholders.

600 pounds, or should I say
30 pieces of silver?

Hey!

Hey, there!

Stop it!

Hey there!

Get out!

Sir?

Ross!

Could it be true?

Well, Francis certainly had
the money from George.

And it's clear to me

he had something
on his conscience.

But the thought
that he'd deliberately

sell my secrets
to George?

And if it's true, how can I go
into business with him?

But if you accuse him
and you're wrong...

He'll never forgive me.

So either way,
the partnership is doomed.

Captain Poldark?

Captain Blamey!

You've been in the wars?

My surgeon
has patched me up.

Dr. Dwight Enys,

Captain Andrew Blamey--

my cousin Verity's
husband.

Your servant, sir.

And yours, sir.

If you're sure
you'll survive,

I've other patients
to attend to.

Dwight!

There is one further service
you can render me.

I don't think you're at all
like your father,

are you, my dear?

No, ma'am.

I favor my mother.

She was very beautiful.

More so than...

After she died,

people tried to poison me
against her.

But I know better.

She was a saint.

Of course.

And I know I could never
replace her.

But I hope you'll come to look
upon me as a loving friend.

Is Verity well?

Exceedingly.

Well, that's not
entirely true.

She tries to conceal it,
but I know she grieves

the loss of her family.

And I am the last person
to intervene.

You are.

Enys told me to come say hello.

Apparently you're barred
from the Red Lion.

You!

Walk with us, Francis.

You look as if
you need the air.

Thank you, I will not
trouble you in this company.

Francis,

this is the last moment
to wipe out the past.

My, um...

...sister seems to find
her new life agreeable.

I will never give her cause
to think otherwise.

Not that she takes account
of my approval.

She would dearly love it.

That's why I also desire it.

I suppose you've heard
of my cousin's encounter

with George Warleggan?

Threw him across the Red Lion
and broke his nose!

Not quite.

I congratulate you.

I've wished to do the same
myself.

Verity told me about a developing feud.

What was the cause
of the quarrel today?

I took a dislike
to his neck-cloth.

Ow!

Time to go.

Time to go home.

Ow!

Oh, Andrew,
I can't bear it!

Esther despises me.

When James comes,
pray excuse me.

I cannot face both of them
together!

My dear,
this is James.

My son.

Good day to you, ma'am!

I've heard a deal of good
about you!

You'll pardon
the liberty, ma'am,

but one don't get a new mother
every day of the week!

Come down, Esther!

I know you'll be sulking,
but this is our family now,

so it's well to get used to it.

Do you have any rum, ma'am?

I've a powerful
thirst on me.

Of course!

You spoke to him?

Mm.

Civilly?

And shook his hand.

Demelza?

Demelza?

Garrick?

Where's Garrick?

Sir, I told mistress
not to go, but...

Prudie?!

You let her go?

Ye ever try
to stop her?

Give me the oars,
Demelza!

I can manage!

Give me the oars!

You are the most stubborn,
pigheaded...

Oh, I am?!

Where would you be
if I hadn't come along?

Where would you be
ifhadn't come along?!

Drinking and brawling
and dodging the noose...

Let's examine my failings

at a more convenient time,
shall we?

Come on!

Oh, Judas!

Stop wriggling.

You're hateful!

You're infuriating!

I could crown you.

By all means!

Once you've delivered
our child.

You have a son.

*

Miss Penvenen!

You're surely
not returning to London?

Help me to change
her mind, George.

Don't trouble yourself.

I must return to civilization.

One can only take

so many barbarians!

Dr. Enys,

I've ordered
more oranges.

Oranges?

Goodbye, Dwight.

Such a quaint name.

I wonder if we'll ever
meet again.

Drive on.

Wheal Grace.

I never thought
I'd see the day.

Nor I.

Nor any of us.

To the Poldarks.

And Wheal Grace.

The Poldarks!

And Wheal Grace!

Shall we go
have a look round? Yes.

My father named this mine
after my mother.

He did love her.

He did.

Yet folks said
he was a wastrel.

While she lived,
she kept him steady.

He set his course by her.

Like the North Star.

Like the North Star.

But I have no such need.

The North Star is not
the brightest in the sky.

Well, what is?

The Dog Star.

Which is fitting,

since I found my star
in a dog fight.