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Can scarce sleep at night

for dreamin' of the lode
and wantin' to get back to her!

ZACKY
'Tis a miracle.

A mine that do actually pay?

Not just pay!

Yields riches.

Your gamble has paid off.

Our gamble.

There's soldiers in the village.

Looking for men
to enlist.

An' we thought war
couldn't touch us here.

He plays beautifully
by himself.

Yet it's a lonely thing,
to be an only child.

Oh!

Must it go?

I think Geoffrey Charles
will miss it.

But my dear, this is where I'd
hoped that my gift to you...

Which?

A portrait of us both,

painted by the
celebrated John Opie.

You spoil me.

Would you excuse me,my dear?

How long will
Uncle George stay, Mama?

Oh, sweetheart,
Uncle George lives here now.

You must think of him
as your new papa.

What'll be goin' on here?

Hop it!

This be private land!

Since when?

Since Mr. Warleggan
be master here!

He can't do that!

This is open land!No longer!

Mr. Warleggan'll have 'ee hanged
if he sees thee here again!

Is that wise?

A man who owns land
has the right to enclose it.

But to use force needlessly
is to court enemies.

Are you becoming
squeamish?

I merely question the virtue
of provoking one's neighbors.

Great or small.

You're sure it was
on Warleggan orders?

Look at Jory, look at Dan.

Do ye not recognize
the handiwork?

You also tried to cross
at Trenwith Land?

Warleggan do think he can do as he please.

He needs reinin' in.

Well who's to do it?

The man owns half the county!

Them Frenchies
have the right idea.

Eh, Dr. Enys?

I used to think so.

But what began as just cause
has since become a bloodbath.

'Twill happen here soon enough!

Mark my words!

Demelza?

Give me your hand.

Cast your mind back
a 12 month.

How many times did
we think all was lost?

You'd surely not wish
to be back there again?

Would I not, Ross?

Drink?Regularly.

Wine?

Canary.

Appetite?

Voracious.

Urine?

Unusually sweet.

So Dr. Choake informs me.

And his diagnosis?

Oh, a fever.

Then the gout.

Then a wasting disease.

Then a
tuberculous infection.

Have you anything to add?

Only that I believe him
to be utterly mistaken.

This is the sugar sickness.

The symptoms
are unmistakable.

What must I do?

Give up most of the things
you eat and drink.

Wine, especially.

And that'll cure me, will it?

No.

But it may prolong your life.

But will my life
be worth living?

It hardly sounds like it!

Dr. Enys.

Hm?

You and I did not
part as friends,

so I'm all the more obliged
to you for coming.

But I feel it only fair
to tell you that Caroline

will shortly be engaged
to Lord Coniston,

eldest son
of Earl Windermere.

I congratulate
Miss Penvenen.

I do hope that the information
will not now distress you.

Not in the least, sir.

I bid you good day.

Are you are quite clear,
Dr. Enys,

what you're signing up for?

The duration of the war?

Which you assure me will be
long, desperate, and bloody.

I may not return to these
shores for years.

Or indeed at all.

Where do I sign?

I wonder, is it wise to seek more confrontation?

Is there, or is there not,

some doubt over the legality
of this arrangement?

Ah my dear, the sale
of Geoffrey Charles's shares

in Wheal Grace.

We fear it might have been
fraudulent.

Do you recall Ross mentioning
any new shareholders?

You must know I've had
no dealings with Ross

since before our marriage.

Of course, my dear.

Do not distress yourself.

Leave me
to deal with the matter.

Dear Poldark, as you are
a trustee of Francis's estate

perhaps you might shed light
on certain recent transactions

which appear troubling...

"Dear Warleggan, as you are not a trustee of Francis's estate,

I do not consider the business
in any way concerns you."

Dear Poldark,
it may have escaped your notice

that Elizabeth and I
are now married.

In attending to
Francis's estate,

I am merely trying to take
the burden off her.

She has been unwell
and would prefer to meet you

at Trenwith-- if you could
trouble yourself to attend.

These are pleasant times,nephew!

No peasant safe from assault?

Or is that just our house?

You need not remain here, Aunt.

Come and live at Nampara.

And let that upstart win?

We need not take
much of your time,

provided you can supply
sufficient explanation.

Where's Elizabeth?

Resting.

We can complete the business
without her.

I think not.

She is co-trustee in his estate.

I shall do nothing
without her presence.

She has signed
a power of attorney

so that I may act
on her behalf.

At her request, since she wants
nothing more to do with you.

Shall we get on?

TANKARD:The half-share
in Wheal Grace,

held on behalf
of Mrs. Warleggan's son

Geoffrey Charles,

disposed of at the beginning
of the year...

What of it?

We're not satisfied that
the transaction was legal.

It was legal.

Mrs. Poldark...

Mrs. Warleggan,
received £600

on behalf of her son for a
half-share in a worthless mine.

And who was so foolish
as to pay her that sum?

I was.

In January,
Elizabeth was in dire straits.

Having persuaded Francis

to sink his last £600
into the mine,

I felt duty bound
to give it back to Elizabeth.

Knowing she would not accept
the money as a gift,

I devised a strategy to do so
without her knowing.

GEORGE:But circumstances
have since changed.

What you took from
Elizabeth and her son...

Purchased.

Is now worth more

than what you gave for it.

Should you now not return
the half-share

of this successful mine

into the custody
of the child's trustees?

In other words, you.

As his adoptive father,

naturally I would manage
his affairs.

Last January,

had the Wheal Grace stock
come onto the market,

it would not have fetched
ten pounds.

The mine was finished.

We kept her going through
winter, and with our bare hands

we reopened her after
a catastrophic rock fall.

We risked everything we had,
George.

And against all odds,
we struck tin.

So now I deem
the profit mine.

Not Elizabeth's,
not Geoffrey Charles's,

and most especially not yours.

So unless you have
anything else to add...

Oh, only that you,
may wish to consider

how poorly this
reflects on you.

A man who cheats
his young ward?

Up to now I have offered
no violence.

But if you persist.

You would not dare lay a finger on me.

Because your army of servants
will protect you?

Go back to your scullery maid.

Kemp! Harry! Triggs!

In here now!

Get this man out of my house!

Your house!

Your house?

This is Geoffrey
Charles's house!

Ah...

A mild colic.

I'll mix him a sedative.

Come to old Prudie, Master Jeremy.

Go on.

See what she has
for you now.

You'll stay
until Ross returns?

Of course.

I have some news.

I've applied for a post
as surgeon in the Navy.

I expect to
leave any day.

Oh, but Dwight...

I must gain
more experience,

and the war
will surely supply that.

And besides,
I've had news of Caroline.

She's to be married.

To a Lord Coniston.

I'm that sorry.

I'm not.

It was the spur I needed
to put her behind me.

But you did love her.

We would never
have been happy.

We're too dissimilar.

Judas!
What happened?

It's a scratch.

And nothing compared
to what I gave Ross.

I hope he will have
learned his lesson.

Are you angry?

Little boys fighting?

He was offensive.

About someone
other than myself.

I can scarce believe
we're losing Dwight.

Nor I.

It makes me wonder
if I should go.

Why?

Because your dearest friend
is running away, so must you?

Because I'm a soldier.

And if my regiment
requires me...

Obviously the thought
of leaving you and Jeremy...

It wouldn't be the first time
you've considered such a thing.

How was Elizabeth?

She avoided me.

As you've avoided her.

What would you have me do?

I'd have you be honest, Ross.

To her, to me, to yourself.

Am I not honest?

Where am I not honest now?

Go to war, Ross.

Play at soldiers.

Or stay home and
save all of Cornwall.

What it is to be married
to such a great man.

Letter come.

And Mister Ross do ride
to Truro.

There, you hold that.

"My dear Demelza, as my time draws near,

"I'm both excited and afeared
in equal measure.

"And with Andrew away at sea,
I begin to miss

"my Nampara cousins
most dreadfully.

"How I wish I had your strength
to see me through.

How fortunate are you to have
Ross always at your side."

Yes, how fortunate.

Rejoin your regiment?

Just as your mine
begins to prosper

and your family's secure?

It's because we're secure
that I'd consider going.

Obviously I'd need to put
my affairs in order first.

Beginning with George.

He's contesting the sale of my
nephew's shares in Wheal Grace.

The deal was entirely legal.

But that may not deter him.

He has the funds
to finance a lawsuit,

and to drag it out for years.

I've had my fill of court.

But what could be
his purpose?

To get his hands on Grace
the way he did Leisure.

Especially now she prospers.

Which reminds me:
my mystery benefactor.

Yes?

I wish to repay him.

So tell me his name.

You recall the loan
was given in confidence.

Oh come, Harris,
I cannot go away to war

without thanking him in person.

So who is he?

Well, as to that, I don't recall
ever mentioning a "he" at all.

Caroline Penvenen?

Dwight must have told her
about our business.

Is that not astonishing?

I dare say she's taken
a fancy to you.

I'm a married man.

And that would make
all the difference?

Oh Demelza, it was one night.

How long will it take you
to forgive me?

I don't know, Ross.

How long would it take you
to forgive me?

That's hardly the same.

You would never do a thing
which required my forgiveness.

Are you sure?

When?

Werry House.

After the ball,
Captain McNeil came to my room.

How could he dare?

Because I invited him.

After your antics
with Elizabeth,

I decided I might
have a turn myself.

A turn?

How far did...?

Oh, kisses, caresses,
then I sent him away.

Oh good God Demelza,
was that not enough?

I tell you, I do not
admire you for this.

It does you no credit.

Nor me neither!

And what "credit" did your night
with Elizabeth do me?

That's entirely different!

How is it different?

I take no pride
in my visit to her.

It was the outcome
of a devotion,

which on my side
lasted ten years!

Not some tawdry little passion
worked up over a glass of port

with some opportunist soldier
who took what was on offer.

That is precisely
not what was on offer!

I did not permit him.

How do I know
what you permitted?

You're right, Ross.

How do you know?

If you trust me not--
and I trust you not--

then what is the point
in this marriage at all?

I entirely agree.

What is the point?

Right, let's get gone.

At this time of night?

Welcome, ma'am.

My father's at sea,

so has asked me to be here
in his stead.

We expect the confinement
any day.

Oh, Verity!

This is a turn-about!

Andrew insisted I was not
to be left unattended.

But that she should be
the one to come?

Ross, I came to tell you...

Ross?

You surely don't intend...

Am I not a soldier?

With a family, a prosperous
mine, a settled life...

But perhaps
that's the problem.

You're so blessed you have
nothing to fight for.

What does Demelza say?

Does she even know?

She will soon enough,
whenever she returns.

Dwight, I must tell you,

my mysterious benefactor
is Caroline.

But how...
why would she...?

I can only apologize
if I spoke too freely

of your business affairs.

I can only express my gratitude
that you did.

I owe you both

more than I can say.

Together you've saved me,
and in return...

I can assure you,
I have no regrets.

And nor, it appears,
does Caroline.

And now we may be
brothers-in-arms.

My... my posting is through.

HMS Travail.

I leave for
Plymouth tomorrow.

Godspeed!

And good luck.

She's growing used to me.

Am I not
the luckiest of women?

The most deserving.

And you?

Well, Lord knows
what I deserve.

How is Ross?

At war with himself and the idea
of George at Trenwith.

I too struggle with the idea
my family home

in the hands of a Warleggan.

But Elizabeth has made
her choice.

It's nothing.

A slight cramp.

It's been happening
since last night.

It may not be nothing.

♪ Some say the devil's dead
an' buried in Fowey harbor ♪

♪ Some say he'm alive agin
an' wedded to a barber ♪

Stand and deliver!

Captain Poldark,
what a treat!

Yet I've seen no flags out
for your visit.

They put the flags out
when I leave.

Tell me all the news
of Cornwall.

My dear Elizabeth,

this news has made me
the happiest of men.

So what brings you to London?

A need to see
justice done.

My mine has begun
to prosper.

It was your loan
which enabled me

to keep it open
till we struck tin.

My loan?

There's no point
denying it.

So now you stand accused
of willfully saving three people

from the worst disaster
bankruptcy can bring.

And what is my sentence?

To bear the brunt
of my eternal gratitude.

And to shortly take receipt
of repayment in full.

So instead of thanking me,
you should be congratulating me

on my shrewd business sense.

I believe congratulations
of another sort are due.

Your engagement
to Lord Coniston?

Arthur has made me
several offers of marriage.

Which I've so far declined.

May I ask why?

The usual capriciousness
of my sex.

And presumably you do not
love him.

As you say,
I do not love him.

In fact, it's probable
you still love Dwight Enys.

Since you left he has been
unable to settle.

Oh, he has no idea I'm here,
and had he known

he would certainly
have forbidden me.

But I thought you should know
that he's joined the Navy.

Dr. Enys.

Welcome to the Navy.Thank you.

Let me get you a drink.

Why have you come here?

To ask you why you left
Cornwall.

And why you refused Dwight
a second chance,

after he'd explained
what happened

on the night of the ambush?

Did you not see him?

In the weeks before
we were due to elope?

He behaved as if
he were contemplating

something shameful.

Deserting
his beloved patients

in the middle of the night
for the fleshpots of Bath.

Could you not have returned
to Cornwall?

Defied your uncle?

Lived in a cottage,
dined on sprats?

In asking Dwight
to leave Cornwall,

I was expecting too much of him.

Since I've left Cornwall,
I've realized I was asking

too much of myself.

So, in effect, your love could
not surmount the obstacles.

In effect, it could not.

Why do I not believe you?

What has he done?

Are you most troubled by
the thing itself?

Or something more?

It's the thing itself.

No, no, 'tis more.

'Tis, 'tis the running away
from it.

Hiding from what has passed.

The refusal to look it in the
face and stand the consequence.

But isn't that
what you are doing?

Even now?

What would you have me do?

Oh Demelza,
I cannot instruct you.

I do not even know the deed.

But reason cannot guide you.

Only the heart.

And sometimes what the heart
dictates makes no sense at all.

Yet it must be followed.

Did ye miss I?

Miss ye?
Aye, y'black worm!

Leavin' I alone to fend off
villains and footpads!

Fat lot o' use you are!

You lizzardy louse!

Where be the maid?

Left us at
Bargus Crossroads.

Bound for where?

Nowhere that'll do
'er any good.

Ross?

Are you a figment
of my imagination?

I hope not!

I'm here to see my Colonel,
thought I'd look you up.

I'm astonished!

Well, I'm ravenous.

When do we dine?

Is Demelza well?

I couldn't say.
I've been in London.

What on earth
took you there?

Caroline.

I went to thank her
for the loan.

And to congratulate her
on her engagement.

Which I was unable to do

since it turns out
there's no such event.

I don't understand...I also made mention

of her uncle's ill health.

Which may account for her
decision to visit him.

Whether there's
another purpose...

What?
So Caroline's...

Where is she?

Standing just behind you.

Does Ross know you're here?

Is Ross my keeper?

Why have you come?

I thought 'twas to tell you
that I hate you.

That you've marred my faith,
you've broke my marriage.

That I envy you,

the passion which you roused
that Ross could not withstand.

That I pity you.

Because you could never
make up your mind.

Now I wonder,

what do any of it matter?

What you did-- Ross did--

cannot be undone.

And you both
must live with that.

But I need not.

What will you do?

I'll take my son and I'll
go back to my father's house.

You would leave Ross?

I will no longer be ruled
by what he did.

You're welcome to him.

Believe me,
I do not lightly meddle

in other people's affairs.

That's been Demelza's way, and
often I've chided her for it.

But lately I've come around
to her way of thinking.

She would say that if
two people love each other,

then the obstacles

which keep them apart
must be substantial,

else they lack the courage
of their convictions.

I think she would also say
that life holds very few things

which are genuinely
worth having.

And if you possess them,
then nothing else matters.

And if you don't possess them,

then everything else
is worthless.

And yet to gamble
on the unknown?

Is not all life a gamble?

And does the gambler always
come off worst?

I suspect that those

who suffer most are the ones who
ignore their heart's desires,

and spend the rest of
their lives regretting it.

Now no doubt you hate me.

And now no doubt I hate you.

Did you fire that gun?

Judas, y'might've killed me!

What do you mean by firing

without checkin' there's folk
about?

Orders, missus.

Shoot all folks a-strayin'.

Now be off
before I fire again!

Captain Ross Poldark,

of His Majesty's 62nd Regiment
of Foot.

Fences, my ivers!

Never needed 'em
in my day.

World's gone to pot!
'Tis a cryin' disgrace.

'Tis.

What happened?

It's just a scratch, 'tis all.

That luggard Tom Harry.

He never shot at thee?

On the path by Trenwith.

On Warleggan's orders.

I'll give him orders!

Nay, Jud, I want no more feudin'
between our families.

Tell no one of this--

least of all Ross.

Let me bind it for ye, maid.I can manage.

Say nothing.

Have you really
captured me, Dr. Enys?

You understand,
this changes nothing.

It changes everything!

Caroline, I'm going to war.

It'd be foolish to pretend
there's no risk.

If the worst should happen...

Why would you speak
of such things?

Because I must.

Because you are enlisting
in a venture every bit

as fraught as my own, now.

And you must know what you
are putting your name to.

I am putting my name aside
and taking that of the man

that I love.

How long do we have?

I sail on the morning tide.

So these are
our last few hours?

They are.

Where is your room?

He've closed off our land!

Give'd thee a twaggin'!

An' old Prudie!

Try'd to murder I!

'Ave Cap'n Ross hang!

An' now he's gone
an' shot the mistress!

We'll should set a ring
round Trenwith

and burn it to the ground!

Who's with me?!

Why didn't you stop him?

Stop him?

Why, 'twas I told him to go!

George Warleggan do think

he can throw his weight around

and tramp common folk
beneath his boot.

But fire at thee?

'Tis too much!

Oh Prudie,
what've you done?

I think, in January,
we'll settle in town.

Trenwith is so
out of the way.

And I must be on hand to keep
an eye on the new building.

The Warleggan bank?Mm.

We start demolishing those
unsightly hovels next month.

Of course my prime
concern is for you.

What do you want?

To tell you to bar your doors.

There's unrest in the village.

They may march on Trenwith.

You expect me to believe this?

I've no love for you George,
nor you Elizabeth,

but for the sake of Geoffrey
Charles and Agatha, I urge you.

A mob would be ill-advised
to trespass here.

They would be breaking the law

and I would see to it
that they hang.

If they didn't string you up
first.

Is that a threat?

It's a plea for him
to come to his senses.

Did Ross send you?

How could he?

He'll be on his way
to France now.

My informers tell me
he's rejoined his regiment.

Oh, surely he hasn't snuck away
without telling you?

But perhaps having tasted

defeat at home he's gone
to vent his rage

on a different enemy.

Defeat?

As you see.

His foe is in possession
of the field.

Of his ancestral home.

Of the woman he loved.

And in March

the rout will be complete

when Elizabeth gives birth
to a Warleggan heir.

I look forward
to Ross's congratulations.

If he ever returns.

But don't let me keep you

from your scullery.

Perhaps you should barricade
yourself in yours.

To what purpose?

To save yourself
from bein' lynched.

Tankard? Harry?

Triggs? Kemp?

Paul, Jud, don't do this!

Not for me.

I beg 'ee.

Lead 'em home.

There's women and children
inside.

If Warleggan have
no care for ours,

why should we care for his?

Don't do this!

Save yourselves.

They have weapons.

So do we!

And 'tis time to see him
taste his own medicine!

Be advised, we have firearms and won't hesitate to use them.

Come on, then!

Come on!

Don't tempt me, Mr. Paynter.

I would dearly love
to send you to the devil.

As ye tried to do once before?

And see how well that worked!

There'll be no second coming
for ye this time.

Take aim!

No, stop!

These people
are your neighbors!

Why do you treat them so?

They are threatening my family
and must take the consequences.

Stop this!

Lost our nerve, have we?

Didn't fancy the battlefields
of France?

My servant informed me
of one closer to home.

And on which side will you fight, Ross?

For the civilized world?

Or the revolution?

On the side that stands
for humanity.

Which would seem
to preclude yours.

So what do you intend?
To incite a riot?

Quite your specialty!

These people need no inciting.

They would happily tear you
limb from limb.

And with good cause.

But they would pay for it.

What care us?

'Twould be worth every penny!

I urge you to go home.

Do not give this man
reason to see you hang.

You have families, wives,
children.

They are worth ten of this
sorry excuse for a man!

Go home!

Go home!

Should you not join
your comrades?

Have a care, George.

Do you really
want to provoke me?

You know I could call them
back in an instant.

At any time.

And this is
what you came back for?

No.

Caroline?

Oh, my dear niece,
how good to see you here.

I'm all amazement!

I am come back
to care for you, Uncle.

Now tell me what
Dr. Enys prescribes?

Here is his list
of instructions.

I'm beginning to think
I misjudged that young man.

You, of course, don't waste
a moment's thought

on him dear, eh?

Not a single one, Uncle.

I trust you know we were never in any actual danger.

Ross thought to scare us,

but in the end
he was forced to back down.

I've been thinking of Harrow.

For Geoffrey Charles.

He's still overly attached

to his mama--
we must toughen him up.

You mean send him away?

To one of the best schools
in the country.

But he's so young,
and he will miss it here.

And I...

Will have our child
to attend to.

Geoffrey Charles
has had you all to himself.

And now he must learn
to be a man.

So she's with child.

George must be exultant.

To be in my family's home
and in full possession of...

Everything you hold dear?

Not everything.

But many things I hold dear.

You'll get over it.

Demelza?

What are you doing?

I'm taking Jeremy
to my father's house.

And from there, who knows?

You're leaving me?

I came back for you.

I chose not to go to war.

'Tis not my concern
what you choose.

Only what I choose.

And why would I choose a man
whose heart belong to another?

You are my wife...

Raised from the gutter
to be a great lady?

But I'll never be such a one.

But what do I care?

For I'm fierce, and proud,
and steadfast and true.

And I'll not settle
for second best.

Why would you be?

Because you love Elizabeth!

Because you will
always love Elizabeth.

Because you cannot conceal
your pain that George

now possesses her,
body and soul.

Do you deny it?

I do not deny that I loved her.

Long before I set eyes on you,
she was my first...

perfect, untouchable love.

Whereas I am dull, imperfect,
and ordinary.

Not ordinary,
but yes, imperfect.

Human.

Real.

What that night
with Elizabeth taught me...

God knows, there should have
been other ways

for me to come to my senses.

But my arrogance, my idiocy,

has been spectacular.

All I can say is that
after that night--

because of it--
I came to see that

if you take an idealized love

and bring it down to the level
of an imperfect one,

it isn't the imperfect one
that suffers.

My true, real,

and abiding love
is not for her,

'tis for you.

She will never
come in between us again.

What did you expect

when you made a pact
with the devil?

I hoped--

still hope--
that George may be

more accommodating
once his child is born.

He may.

But are you willing
to wait that long?

March is not so far away.

Unless it comes sooner.

What?

The child?

Why should it?