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Still can't get used
to Mr. Francis being gone.

It breaks my heart
to think of him

all fired up
about those rock samples.

When in the end,
'twas only quartz,

with schorl and
iron oxide mixed.

Fool's copper.

Fool's copper.

Leaving his widow
with nothing but debt

and shares
in a failing mine.

Off to Trenwith.

To see Elizabeth.

Is Verity's company
not enough for her?

He comes to take
Geoffrey Charles to the mine.

And you?

I'm trustee of my son's
shares in Wheal Grace,

which is why Ross brings me
weekly reports.

Sometimes twice-weekly.

Uncle Ross is here, Mama!

Who else
can I depend on?

Is it done?

"Mr. Poldark,
I give you notice

"that your promissory note
for 1,000 pounds,

"plus interest
at 40 percent,

will fall due and must be
paid in full."

The day after
Christmas.

Do they serve plum pudding
in debtor's prison?

Hmm.

Will you take my coat?

I do not feel the cold.

I think you do.

At any rate,
you used to.

At any rate, it's warmer
than Trenwith.

I must learn to grow
a thicker skin.

Can you?

Sometimes.

I miss Francis.

I miss him, too.

I never thought him
the most practical of men,

yet now I realize
how much he dealt with.

Matters of finance, the estate,
the servants--

decisions which now fall to me.

Do not hesitate to call
upon me, Elizabeth.

Oh, I do.

More often than I should.

You have your own home,
and wife and child.

You seek to share my troubles,
yet never tell me your own.

What of yourdebts?

The promissory note, which
fell into George's hands?

Don't trouble yourself.

The sum is much
exaggerated.

And the mine?

How long can we continue
with such poor yield?

For your sake and his,

I will squeeze out
every last drop

before it defeats us.

Uncle Ross looks after us
so well.

Where would we be
without him?

Oy, maid, even your oils
and brittles?

Not a word to Ross.

I don't want him thinking
I fear the worst.

Ye do fear the worst.

If he go to prison,
we'll need more

than a few tatties
to see us through.

Hush your creening.

If this be his last Christmas
here for a while,

then I mean to make it
a goodly one.

Dr. Enys.

Is it anyone we know?

Nay, sir.

Say he might be
from the Parthesia.

It was wrecked last night

off St. Ann's.

A crying waste of life,
don't ye think, Dr. Enys?

I do indeed, Rosina.

Take Rosina home--
I'll see him buried.

Nay, Rosina, 'tis needful
ye take my arm,

for fear thy lipsy leg
do buckle beneath thee.

Oh, yes.

Pascoe's asked to see me.

He's received word
from the Warleggans

regarding my promissory note.

Could we not appeal to
our wealthier friends?

At least to save you
from debtors' prison?

Speak to people.

That's not how I work.

So it's against your principles?

Nay, Ross, 'tis against
your pride!

This stew is excellent.

Of course.

It's obvious.

What do ye do to her?

Rosina?

Can you stand?

Don't be afraid.

I'll be here to catch you.

Nay, surgeon,
if anyone shall, 'tis I.

I think...

I believe...

What did ye do?

'Tis all mended.

There be no pain.

There was a
displacement.

You've had it so long,

the muscles have withered
and caused inflammation.

I'll put a bandage
on it for now,

but soon you'll be able
to manage without.

'Tis a miracle!

No.

Basic anatomy.

There seem to be
soldiers everywhere.

Events across in France
make the gentry nervous.

Events along the coast
make the gaugers watchful.

Has it arrived?

As expected.

The full amount,
with interest.

I did inquire
whether the Warleggans...

I can guess
their response.

Quite so.

It's to be paid
six weeks hence.

The day after Christmas.

How are you, Tonkin?

Good of you to call, Captain.

Few others do.

You've no notion how much your
visits have helped me through.

Not to mention this?

Bless you, sir.

When do you expect
to be released?

Soon after Christmas.

Then it will be your turn
to visit me.

George Warleggan has
a bill of mine

which I cannot pay.

Surely you have assets.

Your shares in Wheal Leisure?

Does the mine not prosper?

My shares are worth
about 600 pounds.

Not even half
of what I owe.

And besides...

I would not give them
the satisfaction.

Then you will suffer.

Then I will suffer.

Ah, Miss Penvenen.

Captain Poldark.

Seven months away

has given me an appetite
for such sights.

And doubtless
they for you.

I was most grieved to hear
of your cousin's death.

Thank you.

We miss him greatly.

He was your partner in
the mine, I believe?

Were you able to continue
the venture?

It goes on.

Profitably?

Not profitably.

And how is Dr. Enys?

A worker of miracles.

I just came through Sawle,
and I heard tell

of his curing a village girl
of her lameness.

Rosina Hoblyn?

You know her?Of her.

How was it done?

No doubt Dr. Enys will
enlighten you soon enough.

Did you know Caroline had returned?

Um...

As a matter of fact, yes.

The attachment's bad,I know,

and it's my weakness
but I cannot shake it.

No doubt it will end badly
and I'll have my just desserts.

Possibly.

It seems fate does
as it pleases,

and it has nothing to do with
strength that we can show.

Take Francis.

Was there ever a sorrier
or less deserved end?

To walk out of this house
and in an hour,

to drown like a dog
in a well?

And for nothing.

That's, that's what
I most deplore,

the wanton, useless
waste of it.

The quirks of fate.

Which make nonsense
of all our striving.

Ninety-five years of age.

What do you think of that?

I think it's high time
the coffin-maker

started taking measurements.

Head of the family.

Mistress of this house.

And so I intend to remain.

Good luck with that,
old hag.

Elizabeth!

You look pale--
are you unwell?

I've brought a small token
for my godson.

I know you'll accept nothing
for yourself.

Well, I...

Are you looking forward
to Christmas?

I wish I were.

Entertaining on a grand scale
is not my preference,

but my uncle's very thick
with Tony Boscoigne

and no doubt
there's some scheme afoot

to throw me under the hooves
of his sisters.

Or so your mother believes.

You've seen her?

Oh, I'd not intended
to mention.

I have on occasion
over the last few months

prevailed upon her
to dine with me.

You know how much
I admire her.

She speaks
very highly of you.

She has shared with me
certain concerns.

Oh?

In the wake of Francis--
forgive me...

Certain outstanding debts of
his, accumulating interest,

which must be dealt with.

Of course.

But not until you are out of
mourning, and well beyond...

You're very kind, George.

As your friend,
it's the very least I can do.

Something amiss with that engine.

I've sent for Trevithick.

Is it worth the while,
given how little she's yielding?

I wonder that.

It's a crying shame
we never found that lode

Mark Daniel spoke of.

Perhaps he was mistook.

He was an
experienced miner.

He knew what
he was looking at.

Then it's a pity
he can't be found

and asked the question.

Where?

Ross continues
to vex society.

What's he done now?

What has he not done?

Graced the Poldark
family pew at church?

Taken his seat as
magistrate on the bench?

As head of the
Poldark family,

these things are
expected of him.

Oh, but you know Ross
and expectation.

Besides, I'd suspicion
that he'd think

that he was more than
fulfilling his duties

in other ways.

Towards Elizabeth,
for instance?

Does that trouble you?

Ross never tells me what goes on
in his meetings with her.

And I never ask him.

But if you're concerned?

Seems to me that having
a husband's a little bit

like going to church.

You either believe in something
or you don't.

And if you don't,
then why go at all?

But if you do, then you've no
cause to keep asking for proof.

And do you?Believe?

Most of the time.

Why don't you smile,Mama?

Well, smiling makes lines
upon the face, my love.

See?

And lines make us
look older.

So I must smile less.

Not in public,
but here, at home.

But when you see me
not smiling,

you mustn't think I'm sad
or displeased with you.

Only that I'm trying
to spare my face.

It's important for a lady
to look her best.

Why?

You'll understand
when you're older.

Seven months has
seemed a lifetime.

Did my letters
not satisfy you?

They evoked pleasure and
pain in equal measure.

Forgive me.

I'm a little at sea.

All I know for certain is,
I'm my own mistress,

yet no freer
to follow my heart.

But I'm here,
and you're here.

Perhaps that's all
that matters.

I met your Captain Poldarkagain.

He told me.

Would you be jealous if I said
I admired him greatly?

I admire him myself.

He's an exceptional man
and a dear friend.

I only wish his circumstances
were happier.

Is his cousin's pretty widow
the circumstance,

or is it
some other matter?

A financial matter.

And his wife?

She seems to be
universally adored.

Is she the sort of woman
that all men desire

except her husband?

It so often happens.

No great incentive
for marriage.

Don't you think I'd be
ill-advised to try it?

Not if you choose
the right man.

Shall I choose
a miracle worker?

Who now has
an adoring Rosina

and a crowd of sickly miners
battering his door?

There can't be many
physicians of your caliber

who give all their energies
to help the poor.

How do you live?

On an income of 40 pounds a year
from the two mines,

plus whatever my patients
can spare me.

I agree it's very little.

Could you not set up
in Oxford or Bath,

work among people
of your own kind?

Charity is
a noble impulse,

but should it not
begin at home?

Even in Bath or Oxford,

the poor will always be
in greater need of attention

than the rich.

Besides, I've no wish
to become a society pet.

Is that what you think I am?

No, Caroline...

I would never suggest that,

or wish you to think
that I'm...

The most noble of men?

And I the most vacuous
of women?

Would you have me pretend
to be other than I am?

I would have you believe

that you're better
than you think.

Race me.

Mark Daniel?

'Twould be too risky, I believe,
for him to return to England.

Have you asked my men
for news of him?

I thought I'd come
to you first.

Besides, I'm not sure
who to trust.

The informer who answers
to Vercoe

might also report to McNeil.

McNeil claims
convalescence,

not the Trade,
has brought him here.

Do you believe him?

Not a jot.

Our trusted band
grows smaller.

I removed Vigus.

Now I think to replace
Jacka Hoblyn.

Why do you suspect him?

I suspect everyone.

'Tis the safest way.

I think you're mistook.

Jacka's a surly fellow,

but I doubt he'd betray
his friends.

Any man'll betray his friends
if the price is right.

As Ted knows to his cost.

Ted!

How are you?

Have you recovered
from your sentence?

Three months' hard labor do
feel like three years.

And still I'm no closer
to knowing who betrayed me.

But to Mark Daniel.

I could put a word out.

Get a letter to him.

I'd be very grateful.

And in exchange?

Yes?

One drawback
to your cove.

You've always insisted,
haven't you,

that all must be done
in a single night.

Don't blame you.

But 'tis deuced awkward.

If we could store some of
the goods two, three days...

Ten men do in three nights
what 30 do in one.

Less chance
for the informer.

Bring the cargo ashore
and hide it,

if you catch my drift.

Would be willing to make
a small extra payment

for the inconvenience.

A goodwill gesture,
so to speak.

How much of a gesture?

A secret cache,
on our land.

To store goods during a run,

so they can be carried away
at leisure.

Or found by the gaugers,

and you carried away
in chains.

I'll be in chains
regardless soon enough.

I dislike it, Ross.

If I go to prison for debt, this
will mean more money coming in.

The quicker the debt is paid,
the quicker I'm out again.

Unless the goods be found
in our house,

in which case
you'll serve longer still.

The cache will be built
in the library

and can be done
in one night,

four or five men to dig it,

six or eight to use it
thereafter.

And the informer?

Trencrom will handpick
his men.

And in return?

Twenty-five guineas
per cargo.

And a promise
to find Mark Daniel.

How will that help?

Well, he's our last chance
of finding copper.

Of making the mine pay.

If Grace fails, how will I repay
the Warleggans?

Why can you not appeal
to your friends?

Ray Penvenen?

Horace Treneglos?

Even Trencrom?

Would they not put up
the money

to save you
from bankruptcy?

The sum is too great.

You mean your pride is.

No one of sense,
however much a friend,

would loan money to a man
with a failing mine!

For the simple reason that
they would never get it back.

But if I could demonstrate
that the mine might prosper,

I could borrow
against its better days.

Until we find Mark Daniel.

Do I have your consent?

You dare to ask me that?

Knowing very well
that you'll do

exactly what you please,

with or without my say?

Were you ever involved

in Ross Poldark's
copper-smelting venture?

I made a minor investment.

It was an ill-conceived
enterprise.

Everyone lost money.

Except the Warleggans.

Why do you ask?

I believe Ross Poldark has
some debt from that time.

The Warleggans acquired it

and are pressing
for bankruptcy.

You're very well-informed.

Less than I'd like to be.

No doubt Dr. Enys could
enlighten you further.

I shall go to Truro
tomorrow.

It's a poor place to shop,

but I need new buckles
for my shoes.

You are your own mistress now,
Caroline.

So I am.

Though...

I think you should not allow

a natural pleasure
in your new freedom

to override the requirements
of good conduct.

To ride far and unattended

in the company of a young man
of eligible years

is to invite comment
of an unsavory nature.

No doubt it was
innocently done,

but it is neither fair to me,

who may seem
to countenance it,

or to the young man
himself,

who may derive from it

ambitions
beyond his proper sphere.

Thank you for your concern,Uncle.

If my conduct
so bothers you,

would it not be better

for me to quit this house
and live elsewhere?

Well, that would be
an excellent solution,

were it not
for the great affection

we hold for each other.

Uncle Ray is becoming cross
with me, Horace.

There will shortly be
angry words,

which we shall
both regret.

Don't you think we had better
change the subject?

At what hour tomorrow
shall you require the carriage?

At 9:00.

Thank you, Uncle.

Dear Dr. Enys,

I should be obliged
if you would attend on me

tomorrow morning
between 10:30 and 11:00.

Obliged, Ray Penvenen.

My dears, you do recall
that I'm to return home today?

Fiddlesticks!

'Tis nearly Christmas.

A woman should be
with her family at such time.

My husband
would agree with you.

Men.

Their business to attend to.

I doubt he's even noticed
you're gone.

His letters suggest
otherwise.

In any case, I've missed him
a great deal,

and have every intention
of making up for lost time.

And you?

I have an invitation
to Nampara.

Shall you accept?

Geoffrey Charles
is eager.

Are you?

I think it may
do me good

to have some
varied company.

These guests...

...are specifically chosen
for their use to us,

in business, in society,
in terms of the future.

Arabella Trevelyan.

The Honorable Maria Penrose.

Eliza Courtney-Prowse?

These girls must be
all of 17.

And prime breeding stock.

You may examine their teeth
if you choose.

I think I'll ride
to Trenwith.

When will you call in
the loans on that estate?

What's to be gained
by staying in the good books

of a poverty-stricken widow
in her late 20s?

I could alleviate her poverty
if I chose,

but I choose
to let her feel it.

She has made her bed
and now she must lie in it.

Oh, Judas!

Do ye read my fortune?

Aye, maid.

It do tell me,
with hands like these,

Demelza Poldark be no lady.

This kindling is damp.

Has it been seasoned?

I've no idea.

Of course not.

I'm glad to see you allow
yourself some luxuries.

Oh, um, no.

'Tis a present
for Geoffrey Charles.

From George.

Oh.

Has he been here?

I had to admit him, Ross.

He's my chief creditor.

And his views on your debts?

Very generous.

They always have been.

He offered to waive the interest
indefinitely.

Of course, I could not accept.

My quarrel with George

is not your quarrel.

If he wants to win your
approval, let him.

You don't have
to like him.

You're shivering.

I wish I could
help you.

For my own sake,
I can bear it.

But for my son, for his future.

When Francis came
into his estate,

there was money to live on.

Comfort.

Dignity.

It breaks my heart to think

that Geoffrey Charles will have
so little to his name.

It breaks my heart, too.

There's nothing to be done,
is there?

My remaining shares

in Wheal Leisure,

what would you say
is their worth?

Upwards of 600 pounds.

Sell them.

You wish to devote the money
to Wheal Grace?

No.

To a special purpose.

Francis' widow and family
are in dire need.

More so than yours?

Two years ago, Francis sank
his last 600 pounds

into Wheal Grace.

I want Elizabeth Poldark
to have it back.

Will she accept?

Of course not.

Which is why I need your help.

When my shares in
Wheal Leisure are sold,

you'll make an offer

for Geoffrey Charles' holding
in Wheal Grace.

On behalf of an anonymous client

whom you represent.

Elizabeth will accept,

and the money can be transferred
to her.

So, do I understand you
aright?

You are offering
600 pounds

for a half share in a mine
which is about to close,

when you owe
George Warleggan,

the man who will happily see you
in debtors' prison,

1,400 pounds?

Correct.

As your banker and friend,
I must advise against.

You cannot afford it.

And you have your own wife
and child to care for.

Would it not seem
as if you value

your cousin-in-law's comfort
ahead of hers?

It might.

If I chose to tell her.

Which I do not.

I am here.

Francis is not.

Demelza has resources
which Elizabeth does not.

She's a miner's daughter.

She has learned to survive.

Elizabeth is
a gentlewoman.

And you are a madman.

A madman who can now
order his life

with a clear conscience.

My niece is in Truro.

I have taken the opportunity
to summon you.

I imagine
you've some idea why.

I don't think it's for me
to speculate, sir.

I might wish you'd shown
such delicacy

in all your dealings.

I'm sorry you think
I have not.

I refer to your friendship
with my niece.

In what way do you consider that
offensive?

Oh, come, sir.

You cannot be ignorant
of the ways of the world.

As for a serious
attachment

with a young man
of your station...

I am a gentleman, sir.

And she is an heiress!

Much too important a person
to be entangled

with a penniless country doctor

like yourself.

Is that not for her to decide?

Caroline must marry

with my consent.

Otherwise, she will not
inherit a penny.

She has been brought up in
the greatest possible luxury.

Do you suppose that
she'll sacrifice that

for the little
you have to offer?

She has given me cause
to suppose so.

Or you may think she has
a private fortune of her own.

I neither know nor care
what she has.

Six thousand pounds.

Six thousand pounds.

All you'd get
if you married her.

Until now, I've suffered
your comments

with a due degree of civility,

but there are limits, sir.

God knows I've never
given you cause

to suppose me
a fortune hunter,

and if you imagine that no man

without an eye
to her inheritance

could fall in love
with your niece,

then you greatly underrate her
charms and insult us both.

Well, I hope I have made
my views clear.

And in doing so,
you have given me hope.

Caroline's fortune is less
than I thought.

I'm glad of it.

A penniless doctor could wed
such a fortune

yet not be eclipsed by it.

You will leave this house now,
sir, and you will never return.

You will cease all communication
with my niece.

Caroline is of age, sir.

Your control may be exercised
within these walls,

but not beyond.

I see I have gravely

mistaken your character,
Dr. Enys.

But at least now
we understand each other.

Oh, yes, sir.

Now we understand each other.

London is so diverting.

I may well take a house
for the season next year.

May I hope to be honored
by a visit from yourself?

I'd be delighted, sir.

And I'd like to think Elizabeth
could be persuaded.

Once she's out
of mourning?

But I dare not
hope for it.

She's been closeted away
at Trenwith for so long.

Yet society deserves to see
more of its rarest treasures.

Yourself included.

Goodbye, little man.

Look after your mama
this Christmas.

It's what your papa
would wish.

You may think me
interfering,

but I urge you to let
Ross and Demelza

keep this Christmas
to themselves.

But...

For your sake,
as well as theirs.

Nothing will happen
till nightfall.

Well, that'll make
all the difference.

ROSS:Demelza.

What can I do?

I can't beg for money.

I can't earn it.

I can't dig for it.

I can't tell him not to dig.

What use am I?

He should've wed someone
like Caroline Penvenen.

I've known Captain Ross
since he were a whelp.

Since his mother died.

She was a good soul.

And a wise.

And I know what she'd say.

What?

That her lad had met his match.

Maybe that was true once,
but now...

Now I'm his torment!

And she'd say, serve him right.

I could crown him.

And he scarcely knows
I'm there.

Prudie, don't answer it!

Oh!

Charlie.

I did fear it might be
the gaugers.

Why would they suspect
a gentleman's house, ma'am?

I come with a message
for Captain Ross.

Wait here, I'll fetch him.

Ross?

There's a visitor.

Charlie.

What is it?

Mr. Trencrom say,
if ye wish to write a letter

to Mark Daniel in France, do so.

I'll see it gets aboard
when The One & Allsails.

Ross!

I'm so glad you're here.

I want to know what I must do.

From Pascoe?

An offer has been made

for Geoffrey Charles' share
of Wheal Grace.

It's not the Warleggans.

I've already
ascertained that.

Is it not astonishing?

It's a good price.

But that someone should offer
as much for his share

as Francis first put
into it?

Has there been
some new discovery of ore?

Far from it.

Everyone knows
we must close soon.

"The prospective buyer
is a gentleman

"who wishes to remain
nameless,

but who has your son's
best interests at heart."

Remarkable.

What do you advise?

Should I consider the offer?

Consider?

You should accept it
without delay.

Our situation here,

the money, it would make
all the difference,

but for you?

Are you sure it won't
compromise you?

Your new partner,
a stranger?

I know you think
it's best for us,

but I would hate to think
I was taking advantage

of our friendship.

Elizabeth, you must sell.

This will enormously ease
your situation.

I'm really grateful
for your hesitation,

and your loyalty
all these months.

Loyalty's not
all on one side, Ross.

Nor ever has been.

I regret I must decline
your invitation for Christmas.

I believe Francis would want me
to spend it in his house.

And I regret that
circumstances are such

that I cannot take care
of you as I might wish.

We both regret that,
Ross.

You've had time to consider
your position?

I have.

See, Caroline,
you must understand

that though I might
tolerate the young man

on a professional basis,

I cannot permit him
to have sight of you again

after his impudent pretensions
to your hand.

I misunderstood
his attentions, Uncle.

Now that I apprehend them,

I will know how
to behave in future.

Caroline.

You're an accomplished rider,
Dr. Enys.

Clearly such talents would be
wasted in city life.

I have other talents,
which would not.

But you can't bear the thought
of Bath.

And you can't bear the thought
of marriage.

To a man of talent,
anything is possible.

Without you,
nothing is possible.

War now seems inevitable.

Merry Christmas, Ross.

Pitt's called out
the military.

The French are in Antwerp.

Gravy?

What?

Oh, yes-- thank you.

I invited Dwight to join us.

Oh?

He declined.

Probably
just as well.

Would've meant two mouthfuls
apiece, as opposed to three.

I expect he's meeting Caroline.

I expect he is.

From Mr. Trencrom.

Mark Daniel.

Yes?

Apparently, he's disappeared
from the face of the Earth.

Oh.

Well...

Leastways now we know.

Yes.

Now we know
our last hope is gone.

I wish it could be more,
my darling.

Perhaps next Christmas.

Rose water?

Do I require a fumigant?

No, Aunt, but...

Francis always knew
what I liked.

Brandy wine, port,
and Canary.

Preferably all three.

MRS. CHYNOWETH:Oh...

How charming.

Did you make it yourself?

Yes, Mama.

Just the thing for guarding
the fire and avoiding society.

Then we'll all need one.

Get your needles out,
Elizabeth.

Mr. George Warleggan.

My compliments of the season,
dear ladies.

Sit by me, child.

Beware that man's pitchfork
and his tail.

I was passing,

and wondered if I might beg
the favor

of Elizabeth's company

for a few hours?

We have a small gathering
at Cardew.

Only if she can be spared,
of course.

I fear I cannot.

We intend to keep
Christmas quietly,

just among ourselves.

Elizabeth, dear,

allow me to assist you
in choosing a suitable gown.

I wanted to ask your advice.

Yes?

As Geoffrey Charles'
godfather,

I will, of course,
be responsible

for the cost of his education
until he completes university.

That's too generous,
I cannot allow...

I was not asking your
permission, Elizabeth,

only your opinion--

as to whether you favor
Oxford or Cambridge.

But this is beyond anything,
George.

I don't know what to say.

Then may I leave you
to ponder

while I fulfill my obligations
to Miss Trevelyan?

I believe you know
Sir John.

Lord Devoran.

Mr. Alfred Barbary.

My Uncle Cary.

Gentlemen.

Charmed, I'm sure.

I suspect it won't be long

till we see a Mistress
George Warleggan.

Odds on it's the Penrose girl.

He wouldn't be satisfied

with anything less
than an honorable woman.

Nor should he be.

I've discussed it with Pascoe.

We wait until late in the day
to tell Cary I cannot pay,

and then there's a chance

they won't come and arrest me
till tomorrow.

So we shall have one final night
at home together.

Where are you going?

With you.

If you think you're to play
the hero

and face this alone,
you're greatly mistook.

Mistress Poldark.

This is a surprise.

Something to fortify you?

Thank you, I will.

I fear I'll need it.

As I told you,

the Warleggans declined
to extend the loan.

Thank you.

'Tis my suspicion they care
nothing for the money.

What they want is the man.

And here he is.

And yet I think perhaps

they may be
disappointed.

How?

I recently received a visit.

From?

A person who wishes
to remain nameless.

Harris Pascoe?

Miss Penvenen.

The proposal I'm instructed
to make is this:

to purchase your debt, in full,

and arrange
a new promissory note

at a considerably lower rate
of interest.

I don't understand.

How could anyone consider
that an investment?

The person concerned regards it

as a mark of faith
in your prospects and integrity.

If you accept,

the full 1,400 pounds

will instantly be forthcoming,

and you may take it to
the Warleggans this very hour.

But who is this person?

Who would do such a thing?

Is it you, Harris?

It is not.

I need your assurance

that no one else will learn
of this arrangement.

Of course.

But surely your uncle...

Your absolute assurance.

Can you give it?

Nor am I at liberty

to disclose their name.

It was their express condition.

Is it someone we know?

Is it Trencrom?

Sir Hugh?

The money is available

the moment you sign
the new promissory note.

Is it Horace Treneglos?

I cannot tell you anything more.

But you, knowing this person,
do advise us to accept?

But I, knowing this person,

do advise you to accept.

Should we offer him a glass, do you think?

It may be the last good port
he has for a while.

Why not?

We are gentlemen,
after all.

This way, please, sir.

Good day to you both.

You know my wife, Demelza.

Good day to you,
ma'am.

Delighted you can join us.

May I offer you
some refreshment?

'Tis most kind of you, sir,

but I fear 'twould not
be fitting.

I regret to say

I am unable to give you
the satisfaction...

Most unfortunate.

...of visiting me in prison.

You will have to make do
with this.

What is this foolery?

Repayment in full.

With interest.

We wish you both

the compliments
of the season.

How?

How has he managed this?

You told me he had no allies,
no friends.

I was evidently wrong.

We will bring him down.

If it takes ten years,
we will see him in the gutter,

and his slut.

We will make it our mission.

Compose yourself, Uncle.

Does half of Cornwall
need to hear

of this small setback?

Small?

You call it small?

In the grand scheme of things,
it is small.

And there are other ways
to punish him,

which do not involve money.

From George.

Prudie?

Judas!

What's this?

A secret cache?

'Twas the maid's notion,
sir.

She bid us not
to tell ye.

'Tis against ye going
to prison.

What else were you not
to tell me?

Do ye need a list
of all the things she do

to keep us safe and fed
and warm and fitty?

♪ When the moon is on the sea

♪ Kosk yn ta, kosk yn ta

♪ Silver pilchards
call to thee ♪

♪ Kosk yn, kosk yn ta

♪ Dream of starry gazey pie

♪ Kosk yn, kosk yn ta.

Shh.

You're right.

I barely notice
half of what she does.

Of late,

I've barely noticed her
at all.

I bought a few things while
you were at the chandler's.

You shouldn't have.

We've so little to spare.

Well, you had nothing
for Christmas.

Not even my attention.

I need no gifts, Ross.

'Tis enough if you still
care for me.

Do you doubt it?

I've begun to.

At least...

Not your liking, but...

Maybe your longing.

You think
I no longer love you.

Not in that way.

Open your present.

What is it?

Do you not like them?

They're too fine.

When would I wear them?

Will they suit you?

I cannot tell.

Let me see.

If you like.

So you are not to be
rid of me, my love.

So I am not to be
rid of you, my love.