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Will there be war,
do you think?

Inevitably.

One does not send
an anointed king

to the guillotine
and expect no consequences.

People are nervous.

As well they might be.

Jacobin clubs close,

folk dig out old weaponry
in readiness.

For war?

Or for free trading?

Trencrom appears to be
plotting his next run.

Our informant's
been lying low,

so hopefully we'll
catch them off guard.

Garrick!

Go to!

See them off!

Nay, Mistress Poldark!

We come at the behest
of Mr. Trencrom.

I know why you've come
and who sent ye!

Garrick!

Garrick!

What do you think?

I reckon there's more tin
in this than copper.

Well, copper lodes do often
peter out that way.

What happens
further down?

Is there more chance of copper
at greater depth?

Some would say
our only chance.

What do you say?

That she's been
a grievous disappointment.

Never a sign
of the old Trevorgie lode,

whether we come at it
from Leisure or from Grace.

Yet Mark Daniel swore.

Mark Daniel swore.

If I were you,

I'd not throw good money
after bad.

Captain Henshawe reckons
we've enough coal

to last two weeks,

three if we close
the lower levels.

But our only hope is
to go deeper?

Then we go deeper.

Mr. Trencrom
do send his regrets.

Mr. Trencrom can keep
his regrets and take his goods.

It was never the agreement
to leave them laying there

three weeks
before they're fetched.

'Tis taking advantage.

Don't like folks
taking advantage,

and neither do Ross.

Is it true?

Your promissory note
was paid?

It seems we both have
a mysterious benefactor.

Could it be the same?

Who knows?

I'm glad of it.

Though in some ways,
I regret the change.

Now I've no further interest
in Grace,

you no longer have reason
to call.

I will always have reason
to call.

If you wish it.

I wish it.

Those properties
we spoke of,

have they been
acquired?

The deal will shortly
be concluded.

Unwin has his uses.

When will you
demolish them?

All in good time.

First, we increase
the rents.

The tenants
will object.

Then we evict them.

Then we demolish.

Then we build.

The Warleggan bank!

Morning.

Morning, Dwight.

Good day to you, Jacka.

Is it?

Surgeon!

Welcome!

Ye couldn't have come
on a better day!

You're in high
spirits, sir.

Well, so would ye be,
and were ye in my shoes!

Rosina's agreed
to wed me!

I hope you'll both be
very happy.

Now, uh, how are you, Betty?

Will you open your mouth
so I can look at your throat?

Aye, sir.

We have ye to thank.

So we have.

Rosina's lipsy leg cured.

Me and my
consumptives,

and now earning fair
from sail making.

So I see.

It certainly seems to afford you
a good living.

Hard work do that, surgeon,
as you did ought know.

And when's the wedding to be?

Banns called this Sunday.

Nothing to wait for now,
is there?

Your turn next,
surgeon!

We shan't
trouble ye again.

Till the next drop?

Be sure to make no commotion
as ye leave

and bring the gaugers
down upon us.

Oh, my ivers!

'Tis they, the gaugers!

Go.

Go!

So do ye bring
his fizzog home sometimes?

I be about Trencrom's business!

I be his man now!

I'll give you
such a lib sin!

Hush yer clack, woman!

I didn't come home
to argeefy!

No, to...!

Prudie, leave him be!

Jud, enough!

The noble art
of Cornish wrestling.

You have a message for me?

Aye.

Mark Daniel's
been found.

Where?

Cherbourg, he was.

Then with all this kick
and sprawl,

folk start to look him askance,
so he slips off to the Scillies.

Can a message be got to him?

'Tis done already.

Mr. Trencom's ship,
The One and All,

sets sail for France tomorrow
on a run.

Look into St. Mary's
on its way to France.

Mark'll meet ye there,
ye return the same way.

I don't like it, Ross.

You'd be joining
a smuggling run.

There's no other way.

I must meet him.

I'll tell
Mr. Trencrom.

Aye, and when that's done,

drag his sneavy carcass
back here!

No, it's too risky.

Nay, but...

There is an informer about.

Last few runs,
we've had no trouble,

so Trencom do reckon
he's gone elsewhere.

Anyways, tisn't I!

Pick me liver,
ye think I'd be such a man?

No, of course not!

Informers be sharp
and witsy.

Exactly.

I see I have a rival.

"From Rosina with love."

Is that how all your patients
address you,

or just those in receipt
of miracles?

Uncle Ray bids me to travel
to London with him on the third,

so we must escape
on the second.

It will make my packing
all the easier.

Instead of escaping
with a bundle through a window,

I can have my trunks downstairs

and safely stowed
in the coach.

What is it?

Do you not want
to marry me?

Oh, Caroline.

Marrying you openly would set
a seal on my happiness

which I don't deserve,
but would gladly take.

Marrying you in secret,

running away with you
at night...

Yes?

It smacks of dishonesty--

of the fortune hunter.

Which we both know
you are not.

Why can we not go
to your uncle,

tell him what we intend?

Have I not explained?

If we run away in secret,
Uncle Ray will be furious.

And rightly so.

He'll denounce us
in the strongest possible terms.

But only to himself.

In a year, he will calm down,

and then there will be nothing
to prevent a reconciliation.

He will accept
what cannot be changed.

Exactly.

But a direct
confrontation--

"I will marry this man
with or without your blessing"--

I will be going expressly
against his wishes.

He and I will argue.

His pride will prevent him
from backing down

and I will never see him again.

I acknowledge the rationale
but dislike the subterfuge.

Because you are too honorable.

Because my honor

has been compromised before,
you know this.

The girl I fell in love with,

Keren Daniel,
she too was a patient of mine,

and though her death
was not at my hands,

it is on my conscience.

That I understand, but...

Also on my conscience
is the fact that

you are giving up
your fortune for me.

In the first place, I am not.

I am just deferring it.

And in the second,
even if I were,

it would be worth it
to be your wife.

Do you doubt me?

Not your intent.

But you may find the reality

less romantic
than you imagine.

Conjugal bliss.

A rare commodity.

Yes.

Those plaguey scavengers

here again?

The reverent and his family, yes.

In our house!

Once a week, Aunt.

You know our obligation.

Along with repairs

to the church,
walls, bridges,

alms for the poor...

A fine trick,
to bleed dry

the foremost family
in the district.

The
once foremost family.

A pity their appetites show no such decline.

Where's Ross?

Why does he not visit
so often?

Ross has his own affairs
to attend to.

We can manage
without him.

How long will you
be gone?

Two days?

Depends on the weather.

The One and All
will load goods in France

and return to collect me.

I'll be taking Henshawe
and Paul.

Mark will be glad to see
his brother,

and Henshawe knows Grace
like the back of his hand.

He'll have questions for Mark
which might not occur to me.

Is this really
our last chance?

We have two weeks
of coal left.

After that,
the pumping engine stops,

and so does Grace.

Don't ye fret, maid.

Old Jud be on the case.

Well, that do make
all the difference.

Why did we not look for Mark sooner?

All this time,

we could've had clear direction
instead of guesswork.

And Grace could be in profit!

Maybe your luck's turning.

First your mystery benefactor,
now the finding of Mark.

A change
in our fortunes?

I could certainly
drink to that.

"Two Angels in the Sky."

That's a pretty picture, Hubert.

Did you color it yourself?

Yes!

Give him ginger, oil of anise,
and clarified honey.

That should settle
his stomach.

Thank you.

And you, sir?

Are you in good health?

Aye, sir.

Weary to the bone,
up all hours

of the day and night
in pursuit of the free traders.

You take your duty
to heart.

If I don't, who will?

'Tis a thankless task,

but I expect my patience
to be rewarded.

And I reckon it is coming,
you can be sure of that.

You will ride to Trenwith.

To what purpose?

To alert the family
to the latest events in France:

the execution of the king,

the expected response
from London.

Warn Mistress Poldark
of potential unrest.

Advise her to make secure
her windows and doors.

But will this not frighten her?

It may well.

Tell Mr. Warleggan
I'm grateful for his concern,

but had he no other
suggestions to make?

No assistance to offer?

I think he felt
it would be impertinent

to interfere with your
domestic arrangements, ma'am.

Of course, and that's
most thoughtful of him.

Please convey my thanks.

I'll ask Tabb to secure
all the locks and bolts.

Or better still,
fetch me a pistol.

I could stop an intruder
in his tracks.

I don't doubt it, Aunt,
with or without a firearm.

To Ross?

I thought I might ask him
to call and advise us.

I know you'd welcome that.

Of course.

'Tis only my comfort
that concerns him here.

Mr. Ross ain't here,
but he'll see it on his return.

God bless ye, child!

Oh, what now?

Is your master at home?

Oh!

Dwight!

I don't mean
to disturb you.

I called because Ross
is usually home now.

He's away a few days.

Is it urgent?

Uh, not
in the ordinary sense.

Why don't you ask Jinny
to make us some tea?

I know that Ross
won't mind me telling you this,

but he's gone
with Trencrom's ship,

dropping off at the Scilly Isles
to meet Mark Daniel.

Then
The One and All

will pick up Ross
and bring him home

when they anchor off our cove
for the drop.

It seems a lifetime
since that night

when you stood
between me and Mark.

He would've killed you.

I'd have welcomed it.

I'd betrayed everyone
and everything I held most dear,

but that's the last thing
I want to remember tonight.

I, um...

I came to tell you
I'm leaving.

To be with Caroline?

How did you guess?

And you're to marry?

Oh, Dwight!

But her uncle forbids it,

so we must do it in secret.

We leave on Friday night.

Cannot you stay here?

Not within
her uncle's reach.

And besides, I owe it
to Caroline to start afresh

in a new town, where my history
with Keren is unknown.

Well, I'm happy for your sake,
but for ours?

You'll be sorely missed.

I want you to know--
and to tell Ross--

how much I owe to you both.

Leaving like this...

It's, uh...
it's a great sorrow to me.

Marrying for love
is not the time for grieving.

Worry about us
and our ailments till Friday.

Then build your new life
as if we'd never been.

Mark said he'd meet us
at the Quayside Inn.

50 men?

I'd hope to employ twice that
before next year is out!

If I could see all Grambler
and Sawle employed...

It would be a fine thing.

It would indeed!

Here's to that.

And to Mark.

In him we trust.

To Mark.

Miss Penvenen?

I was passing
and it struck me as remiss

I have never
paid a call.

And soon, you'll be
leaving for Bath.

Oh.

Did Dwight say so?

And here I am thinking that
he might have changed his mind.

Why would he?

You know men.

So changeable.

Do you not find?

I think Dr. Enys
as like as any

to remain steadfast.

Is that your experience
of husbands?

I mean, generally
to be relied upon?

Some tea?

Why not?

And how fares Captain Poldark's
mining venture?

Is that also secure?

Far from it.

Oh, dear.

Well, I suppose one
can't have everything.

I suppose one cannot.

Did Ross reply?

He did not.

It's unlike him
to be so remiss.

I wonder what could have
detained him.

♪ A preacher stout ♪

A burning, shining light ♪

♪ The people all said
what he has in his head ♪

♪ Will surely turn out right

♪ Oh, the keenly lode,
the keenly lode ♪

♪ Of bals the best,
me boys... ♪

Brother!

It's good to see you!

How are you?

Dear Dwight, I'm afraid there's been a complication.

We have to meet
tomorrow morning.

Never touch it now.

Keep guard on my tongue
night and day.

You know why we wished to meet?

Like ye said
in yer letter.

About what I saw
down Grace that night.

Ever since, I've been
trying to think.

You don't remember, brother?

Oh, I mind what I saw.

Where I see'd it?

I was fair crazed that night.

Would a plan
of the workings help?

Oh, it would,
it would indeed.

Well, I...

I went down here.

Go on.

I think there was water.

And then I walked
in the thirty level,

sat down and thought
to end it all by drowning.

Then I got up
and went bearing east

across a plank,
half-rotten.

You gave her a headstone
like I asked?

We gave her a headstone.

"Keren Daniel,

wife of Mark, aged 22."

Like you asked.

22-- still a child.

That surgeon Enys.

I reckon it was he
I should've killed.

Try to remember, Mark.

Where did you go next?

Just above the gunnies,
bearing right,

there's an old pick down there.

I took it up,
begun to cast around.

Fine bit of ground
it looked.

Where was it?

Just here?
I reckon.

I went on again,
climbin' all the while.

There was an old air shaft.

Here?

It was all filled in.

I reckon I was barely
15 fathom from grass.

From there,
ye can turn three ways.

I turned east.

And ye go down
over broken ground

where the lode's been worked,
but only the bottom.

The backs
is untouched.

There be fine quartzy rock
and gossan.

It was too high for me
to get at,

but I'd wager there'd be
a mint of money

in that place alone.

Just here?

Just here.

And after that, you came up?

After that, I came up.

Thank you, Mark.

Thank you.

It was when he mentioned quartz
I looked at ye.

It was the first thing
we'd found.

And it barely paid
for the working.

I blame myself.

Nay, Captain Ross.

To pin everything
on the ramblings

of a man crazed with grief
and rage!

What was I thinking?

It could've been true.

At the outset, perhaps.

But experienced miners
cannot work for months on end

and not find whatever
good ground is there.

It's the old story:

the drowning man
and the straw.

I only wish...

Yes?

That there were some other way

which did not require us
to leave so furtively.

Or leave at all?

What do you mean?

Are you sure you don't regret

more than the manner
of our leaving?

Ever since we decided to go,
I notice a reluctance in you.

Not at all.

I love you.

What reluctance
could I have?

Yet I wonder.

Six months from now,
will you not sometimes sigh

for your Cornish life
and your Cornish Rosinas?

I may well.

They matter to me.

I cannot pretend to be
indifferent to their fate.

But my mind is set.

So tonight, then.

Tonight.

Enquire
of Mistress Poldark

if her safety measures
are in place.

Urge her to be vigilant.

Word has reached me
of some tinners

who propose to claim their right
under stannary law

to enter private land.

Warn her to be
on her guard.

Prospect for tin?

On our land?

These people are a law
unto themselves, ma'am.

And Mr. Warleggan fears they
may be encouraged to rise up

by the example
of their French counterparts.

Once again, I thank
Mr. Warleggan for his concern.

If Mr. Warleggan
is so concerned,

why does he not
come here himself?

The male of the species--
inadequate at best.

Better to rely
on one's own resources.

I'm away to Sawle to see if there's any news.

Keep Jeremy from his nap.

I want him sound asleep
all through it.

May I speak with Ross?

He's from home.

Did he not receive my note?

Prudie?

Do we know of any note?

Yes, mistress.

I do give it to Mr. Ross myself,
into his very own hand.

Oh.

Then I expect he was
too busy to reply.

Yes, I expect he was.

Here you go.

I've got potatoes.

Mistress Demelza!

Oh!

Rosina!

Is it your knee?

'Tis like it belonged to
before Dr. Enys mend it,

only now it is worse.

We should send for him.

I'll set Charlie to it.

Nay, he be sick, 'member?

Dr. Enys bid him
keep to his bed.

I'll go.

You keep her warm and still.

I'll be back directly.

Demelza?

What brings you here?
Rosina Hoblyn.

'Tis her knee locked again.

Can you tend on her?

I fear I cannot.

My plans have changed.

I'm due to leave
with Caroline.

Tonight?

But I thought...

It was tomorrow, yes,
but her uncle...

No, no, you must go.

I'll see to Rosina.

Maybe call Dr. Choake.

Yes, that would be...

No, wait,
I cannot allow that.

She's my patient.

Caroline's expecting you.

I think if I leave now,
there will be time.

For the first time in my life,
I feel old.

We're none of us
as young as we were, Ross.

These last few years,
often I've known failure,

but I always believed
it was a temporary setback.

This time...

It was a brave venture.

Was it?

I begin to think it was
the height of my folly.

To throw away
a profitable investment

and pour everything I had,

and persuade Francis
to do likewise,

into a played-out mine

that failed my father
a quarter of a century back?

I didn't just gamble with money;

I gambled with the happiness
and security of my workers,

most especially that
of my wife and child.

What will ye do now?

Learn my lesson.

Plow my fields,
harvest my crops,

cherish my family.

Live a quiet life.

There's a lot
to be said for it.

My wife would agree
with you.

Tell me what happened.

I turned it
on the cobbles, sir,

and it sudden go all tight.

We thought to send Charlie for ye,

but since he be sick,
Mistress Poldark did kindly go.

What's the matter
with Charlie?

Well, sir, you do ought to know that.

'Tis on account of ye
telling him to stay abed

that he's not helping
with the run tonight.

There now.

What did ye do?

Can you stand?

'Tis all mended?

Oh, sir,

I'm that grateful.

I was afeared
it was gone for good.

I think you should wear
a bandage,

at least until the tendons
knit together.

And if it ever happens again...

Why, sir, if it do,

we'd just make her sit quiet
till we call for ye again.

You'll take a dram?

No, I...

Thank you.

That's most kind.

What's this about Charlie?

Did he tell you I said
he must go to bed?

Not I, but them who wanted
his help with the run.

I don't understand.

Trencom's ship's
coming in tonight.

They sent round
to tell him to be ready,

but he says
he has a fever

and surgeon say
he must stay abed

on account
of his lungs.

I said no such thing.

Why would he tell
such a strammin' great tale?

Your wedding's
in a fortnight?

Aye.

He'd be anxious
about the risk

and about his health.

It's a thing any man would do.

I must leave you now.

Till ye come again.

It's been my privilege
to be able to help you all.

The informer.

Could it be Charlie?

You must keep to your plans.

No, I can go to Charlie
and still have time

to get to Killewarren.

What will you do?

In the first place,
confirm our suspicions.

We may be mistaken.

But the drop's tonight.

What if there's an ambush?

I'll come with you.
No, you must not.

If you're seen out and about
and the ambush is set...

Go home.

I'll to Charlie.

Then ride like the wind
to Caroline.

Was that a yawn,
Horace?

I know, my pet.

We have a long journey
tomorrow,

and Uncle Ray is
looking weary.

Assure Horace that Uncle Ray,
though undoubtedly ancient,

still has enough stamina
to complete his correspondence.

Is it important?

Instructions to my steward
regarding the estate

while we're away.

How odious
I should find that.

All the more reason
to marry wisely, my dear.

When you come to inherit,

you'll be grateful for a husband
who takes such matters in hand.

Lottie, I've come
to visit your father.

'Tis good of ye to call, sir.

Sit up.

I want to examine you.

Nay.

Sit up, man!

You say you have
a fever?

Let me see
what ails you.

Good evening to you, sir.

'Tis a fine night.

Aye.

Well, if you will not retire,
then I must.

My eyes will not stay open.

I won't be long.

Goodnight, my dear.

Goodnight.

You have no fever.

Nay, sir.

Three hours gone,
I was all of a shrim.

Why the sham?

An excuse to avoid your part
in the tub-carrying?

I swear.

First, it come on me like ice.

Next, I was sweatin'
like a weed.

For two years, there's been
an informer about.

Everyone know that.

Have ye caught him?

I rather think I have.

Well, that's a fine thing
to say.

How do you afford
these curtains?

Those candlesticks?

Out of sail-making?

Or selling
your friends?

Get out now!

And take your nasty
'spicions with ye!

It's you who should
get out, Charlie,

before your friends realize
you've betrayed them.

Thee's the betrayer!

Makin' eyes at Rosina,

fingerin' her knee
when ye think no one's looking.

What time is the run?

I don't know.

Is there an ambush?

I don't know!

I think you do know!

Think what ye like.

You've no proof
I'm a traitor.

I beg to differ.

Where did you get this book?

I buyed it.

Where?
Redruth.

This book belonged
to Hubert Vercoe,

the Customs Officer's son.

I saw it in his house.

That proves naught.

There are many such books.

None like this--

with angel's wings colored red
by Hubert himself.

There was a soldier.

Save us! Where?

By the long field.

And Ross'll walk straight
into the ambush.

What will ye do?

You'll know when I've done it.

You go home, surgeon.

Forget what ye see'd.

There's nothing you can do now.

Stay low.

Keep the candles burning

and don't let
anyone enter.

Why, maid?

What do ye intend?

I'm gonna try
and get down to the cove

and warn them
before the ship comes ashore.

There's the sign, Henge.

That's us.

Start loading up.

I must ask you to remain
indoors this evening.

Trooper Wilkins
will guard you.

Against what, may I ask?

Do you suppose there be
an enemy about?

Of sorts, ma'am.

We have word that the smugglers
intend to use your cove tonight.

Where's your husband?

He's in St. Ives.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Thank ye, no.

I'm on duty.

What is it that you want
with my husband?

What have we
to do with this?

Nothing, I hope.

But since it's your land,

I think ye can hardly be
as innocent as ye look.

Why would you do it?

Betray your own folk?

What folk?

Nobody did aught for me!

Folks only look to theirselves
in this life.

By selling their friends?

I done what I done.

Ye don't have to like it,

and ye don't be
my judge!

My dearest uncle--

For most of my life,

you have been both father
and mother to me.

Believe me, ma'am,

for the favor of your goodwill,
I would pay a very high price.

But none which involves
a neglect of duty.

And what should I do?

Make no attempt to leave.

I can ill spare Wilkins,
but you give me no choice.

Charlie...

You mustn't risk coming ashore with us, Henge.

Stay aboard till she docks
at St. Ann's.

Gladly.

Good luck.

Stay safe.

Take a seat, ma'am.

It will be a long night

and you'll not wish
to tire yourself.

I'm sure I don't wish to be
given orders in my own house.

Wish it or no, 'tis my orders we go by,

so you'll kindly oblige me
by keeping where I can see you.

And what if we wish to get some sleep?

I must ask you
to do so here, ma'am,

so I can keep an eye on you.

Captain.

Wait till everything's off the boat.

Hey!

Take this up there.

Ted!

Paul!

Did ye find
yer brother?

We did.
Was he well?

Did he have aught
to tell?

To tell? Yes.

Of any use? No.

Ross, what's that?

Ambush.

Relaunch.

Relaunch!

Relaunch!

Relaunch!

Go, go, go!

Come on!

Get in!

Push!

Go!

Get in! Push!

Come on!

Ross, let's go!

I'm gonna take
my chances here!

You'll never make it!

Go!

Row!

Fire!

Cut them off!

None of that, ma'am.

You know the Captain's orders.

I have a little boy upstairs!

He'll be frightened!

I must bring him down.

I can't allow that.

You make war on babies now?

Get out of my way.

Is there a baby?

'Course there is!

Very well,
but be quick about it.

You!

Demelza.

Ross!

I thought...

We need to get
to the house.

There's soldiers
guarding it.

What?
McNeil.

Damn it!
Are you hurt?

No, it's just a scratch.

They're coming.

Soldiers?

At this time of night?

There must be
some unrest.

Why does Ross
not answer my notes?

Has he no care for us at all?

He has his own family
to protect.

Then I must appeal
for help elsewhere.

Go in through the kitchen;
I must get to the cache.

How?
Through the side door.

I have a key.
Make haste!

Where've you been?

Upstairs.

How did you get down?

By the back stairs.
You never mentioned.

Well, I'm here,
isn't that enough?

He's in the library.

Where is Captain Poldark?

In St. Ives, I believe.

You believe wrong.

I saw him not ten minutes ago.

Has he come in here?

No one's been in
but you, sir.

He's headed in this direction.

He'll be somewhere about.

How dare you come
breaking in here?

My husband
will hear of it.

And shortly, I trust!

You will give us permission
to search the house.

I most certainly will not!

You've searched
the cellars?

No contraband?

I told you that Ross
was in St. Ives.

I wish I believed you.

Search the outhouses,
the stables.

I'll take the library.

The library,
'tis sometimes locked.

No doubt you have a key.

Over here.

Bring light!

Here it is.

Just like he said.

Give me the pistol, man.

Guns at the ready?

Vercoe, would you mind?

More light!

Are you shivering,
my precious?

Perhaps we should go inside
before you catch a chill.

They let you go.

Finally.

Now I must go to Caroline.

Pray god she'll understand.

Of course she will.

And Ross?

There's no sign of him.

I cannot conceive
where he would be.

Not in the cache,
at any rate.

You won't forget us?

Never.

Yah!

Where's your father?

Where is he?

Where's your father, child?

Never fear,
we won't hurt ye.

Numbers?

He'll be counting his days
when I lay my hands on him.

It was Charlie.

The informer.

It was.

Right, let's get after him.

I have a letter for you, sir.

Dear Dwight, I have left for London with my uncle,

a move which cannot
surprise you

after the fiasco
of last night.

It is better this way.

Ever since we agreed to elope,
I have known of your struggle

between your infatuation for me
and your real love:

your patients.

Now you need no longer worry
or give anything up,

except me,
and that you have already done.

So farewell, Dwight.

I shall never see you again.

Your sincere friend,
Caroline Penvenen.

George, I've been worried
out of my mind.

I haven't.

There was a smuggling incident.

The military were out in force.

Pity they've nothing better
to do.

Though I'm told they had
their eye on a bigger prize:

your nephew.

Ross?

I'm not clear as to his
precise involvement,

merely that
he was involved.

Stuff!

It baffles me

why he considers himself
above the law.

Exempt from the duty
we law-abiding citizens pay

on legally imported goods.

Piffle!

Is it certain?

As it stands,
he's disappeared, so...

On the run from justice.

No doubt he'll live to fight
and offend another day,

but still.

I pity anyone who must depend
on such a man.

He must've made it
to the library--

the table had moved,
and the rug--

but if he'd no time
to open the cache...

Where could he be?

Soldiers.

Move out.

So was he killed, or did he do the job hisself?

Reckon we'll never know.

Mistress Poldark
was reassured?

I believe so.

I wonder
she does not remarry.

A husband could offer her
more protection.

He could.

And he will.

His hand was all bloodied.

I can't stop thinking about it.

What if it was worse
than he thought,

or what if he's lying,
bleeding to death somewhere?

Hush, maid,
don't think such a thing.

♪ I do hold a finger
to my tongue ♪

♪ I do hold a finger waiting

♪ My heart is sore
until it joins in song ♪

♪ With your heart mating.

Ross!