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Cannot a man love two women?

I think he loves Elizabeth better.

To the Poldarks.

And Wheal Grace.

Are you stalking me, Dr. Enys?

Not at all.

I am a gentleman, sir...

And she is an heiress.

I ask you to marry me.

Don't go there tonight.

Get out of my way.

I love him to distraction

and will marry him next month.

Do you not want her?

I don't know.

He's left me with only

one possible choice.

I thought you should know

that he's joined the navy.

I'm going to war.

So, these are our last few hours.

My true and abiding love

is for you.

She will never
come between us again.

In the summer, Elizabeth gives birth

to a Warleggan heir.

Unless it comes sooner.

Elizabeth!

Are you hurt?

No, not in the least;
please let go--

I can manage.You could have been thrown.

Why is it any of your concern?

You were in difficulty.

Would you rather
I just abandoned you?

Because that
would be unheard of?

I wish you nothing but good,
Elizabeth.

You must know that.Must I?

Elizabeth! What happened?

One moment, you were behind me,
the next...

The horse bolted.I happened to be close by.

Neither my wife nor my unborn
child require your assistance.

Must you turn everything
into a battle, George?

Lay hand or set foot

on anything of mine again,

and you will find the battle
has barely begun.

Yah!

How looked Elizabeth?

Must be near her time.

Or within a month of it.

I know little of these things.

And care even less?

Would you rather I care more?

I would rather there was one day
in seven that you did not rise

before dawn.

Then I fear you've
married the wrong man!

What is it for, Ross?

You're always about some task,
but

to what purpose?

It is almost as if to keep
your mind from thinking.

Whereas you, my love,
think too much.

If you recall, my dear,

I was against you
riding at all.

With barely a month to go
before the child.

Perhaps it was
a little reckless.

And not for the first time.

Only yesterday, I find you
lifting heavy books.

Before that,
a three-mile walk.

Perhaps you'd advise against me
joining you in Truro today?

My dear, nothing

would gratify me
more than to

have you beside me
at the grand opening,

but our priority now

must be the welfare
of the Warleggan heir.

Mama, I heard Saphira took you
for a gallop,

and Uncle Ross saved you!

Who is spreading such tales?

We ought to thank him!

Shall we ask him and
Aunt Demelza to dinner?

Excellent thought!

Uncle Ross and Aunt Demelza
do not visit us now.

But why shouldthat be?

They are Poldarks,
and we are als...

Warleggans.

I've been thinking,

boy, that the time has come

for you to take my name.

He was born a Poldark.

But since his mama's marriage,
he is now my son.

Since you wish it,
I will change my name.

Good boy.

To Geoffrey Charles

FrancisPoldark.

No, no...

No.

Oh, my dear, your efforts,

though valiant,

will be in vain.

Dr. Enys warned me he could

only prolong my life,
not save it.

Dr. Enys may be wrong.

Dr. Enys is at sea

and doubtless gives me
not a second thought.

Still,

there is, however, something

that would ease me.

If, when I'm gone,

you will be cared for
by a husband

of wealth and consequence.

Lord Coniston has written,

asking for permission to
announce your engagement.

And as I have told you,
I cannot consider it.

You are my only concern.

Still, I wish...

Shh, uncle.

The subject is closed.

Captain Poldark...

Finally!

George? Thanking you
for saving Elizabeth?

No, the thing I've been
laboring to bring about

for months.

I must leave immediately.

♪ Now this old man went out to roam ♪

♪ Twee tweedle twee

♪ Now this old man
went out to roam ♪

♪ Left his wife alone at home

♪ For...

♪ A funny old woman
was she, was she ♪

♪ A funny old woman was she

♪ A funny old woman was she

How will it be managed?

With care and
the utmost secrecy.

Judas, I can scarce
believe this day has come.

It's far from over.

Anything could go amiss.

Well?

Tomorrow.

Who be this, then?

Prudie...

This be my brother, Drake.

Good day, ma'am.

How be you've escaped
father's clutches?

Nay, 'tis he did send me.

Wherefore?

To fetch ye home.

And is the brood mare
safely back in the stall?

I must ask you
not to use such terms.

Elizabeth is much more
to me than that.

Which frankly baffles me.

The thrall she's exerted,
over you and Francis-- Ross.

I fail to see
the fascination.

In fact...You think I could've

done better, yes,

Uncle, you've said so

many times.

And the Poldark brat?

Grows more like his father
every day.

Spoiled.

Petulant.And overly

attached to his mother.

Two words.

Boarding school.

Softly, Uncle.

These things must be done
by degrees.

In fact, I will be tackling
the subject this very afternoon,

after we've commenced our
mission to be the only bank

in Cornwall.

Be this

Captain Poldark?

My brother, Drake.

What brings you here?

Father, sir.

Did send for sister.

To what purpose?

To make his farewells.

He's dying.

Oh.

Will you go?

I've no liking to.

The man never loved me.

All he ever gived
me was bruises.

And I.

Though it do grieve me,
I think I must decline.

'Tis brother Sam
did urge me here.

I tell'd him ye
wouldn't come back.

It is not for want

of love of thee.I do know that, sister.

Impending arrival

brings fresh travail.

That's cheerful.

Blood, name,

purpose, fate.

Cards tell me naught.

But he's coming.

Sooner than we think.

Uncle Ross!

No.

Come indoors, boy.

The rabble are mustering.

Would you like me to convey

your respects to
young Master Warleggan?

By all means.

If ever he exists.

As if that monstrous bank were not enough.

Now George must flaunt
his ownership

of all the Trenwith Poldarks.

Well, he means to put me
out of business.

Every day, he grows
more dominant.

The war with
France suits him.

Men like Enys go
off to fight,

while George stays home
and grows rich.

Fine way to
make a profit.

But of matters more pleasant:

your accounts are healthy.

Your mine prospers.

My land thrives,
my family is well,

and I promised my wife
my fighting days are done.

Then what could
possibly go wrong?

It do gladden the heart to see
how ye live now, sister,

in such contentment,

and with so fine a gent
as Captain Poldark.

Yes, brother.

Truly, I am blessed.

Tell Father that

I'll pray for him.

Morwenna?

This way, madam.

Are we here to ask
for money, Mama?

Don't be uncouth,
Morwenna.

Your father may have
left us destitute,

but we are not
so vulgar as to beg.

My dear Mrs. Chynoweth.

Such a noble family name,

and so undeserving of
your current misfortune.

I hope I can be of service

on this auspicious day.

May I present my daughter

Morwenna?

I have the honor
to be your relation.

Since I married
your cousin Elizabeth.

And, as you may know, our first
child will be born next month.

Yet I worry for my stepson.

Is he unwell?

Thankfully, no.

But with the arrival
of a sibling,

I'm concerned he may
no longer receive

the attention he deserves.

But I've been speaking
with your mother

and we think

we've found
a solution.

The bank opening
was so dull.

I made Trigg take me home
as soon as it was over.

Uncle George has returned.

But who is that with him?

A governess?

What on earth
do you mean?

Forgive me, cousin,

this is no reflection
on you.

It's just...
we have never

discussed this.

Why would Geoffrey Charles

even need a governess?

My dear, you must see
what I'm thinking?

Oh, we do.

Do we want him
to feel neglected?

In his final year before

he goes away to school?

But I thought

we'd agreed he would

not go away.

I would miss him too much.

And he would miss me.

Your cousin is a most

amiable girl.

She's of course
no substitute for you,

yet she will help him
to be less dependent,

and her presence here
will take the burden off you.

My son is not
a burden to me.

And how can I applaud
an arrangement

in which I am no longer
the major influence

in my child's life?

But how could you
ever continue to be

when, in a month,

you will have
our child to care for?

Fetched all I asked for?

Now you can supply the feast.

If you can supply
the guests.

I saw George
outside his new bank.

Geoffrey Charles
was with him.

By choice?

Francis must be turning
in his grave.

Message from the mine.

You have a visitor.

Who's our mystery caller?

Ah.

Well, Uncle Ross!

Well, nephew.

So you've escaped
your jailers?

Seeing you reminded me of Papa,
so I thought,

why should I not
go and visit his mine?

You're welcome any time.

So I should hope--
after all,

mining is in my blood.

Your father must've told you--

mining is hard.

And the results uncertain.

This seems real enough.

Well, that's the finished
article.

I should like to find some
for myself.

May I?

See here.

This is a fine quartzy rock.

And that becomes bright,
shiny metal?

Sounds easy, does it not?

To think, I'm the last
of the Trenwith Poldarks.

You forget Aunt Agatha.

So do you!

Or so she tells me.

I think of her often.

And you.

This is Morwenna,

your new governess.

And my cousin.

I hope in time we can

become good friends.

Of course you will!

Oh, Aunt,

Uncle Ross said I must pass
on his good wishes.

He misses you.

And I him.

Where did you speak
with Ross?At the mine.

I went to visit him.

By whose permission?

I need no permission to visit
my own family.

Quite right, boy!

Fitty fizzog he have,

little brother of yourn.

I wish he'd never come.

You'd sooner not be minded of him?

There's much I'd sooner
not be minded of.

I should learn
to be like Ross.

What he can't abide
to think on,

it's like it don't exist.

Ross, am I a bad daughter?

He was a bad father.

And yet,

it is a bond, Ross.

Father and child.

Despite all,
it cannot be denied.

Can you be there and back
in time?

If we leave now.

If you're late,
we cannot wait for you.

Of course.
You mustn't miss the hour.

I can scarce believe
'twill happen at all.

Well, it must
and it will.

Provided the
other parties

play their part.

No, Horace, you must stay here

and guard Uncle Ray.

Caroline?

Are you going out?

I've been thinking over
what you said, Uncle.

About Lord Coniston.

And I wondered
if I shouldn't go to London.

Oh, my dear,
you'd make your old guardian

very happy.

I only wish
I could come with you.

I'll be there and back
before you know it.

Sister be here, Father.

As ye did command.

Take his hand.

The hour is upon me, daughter.

I'd easier go

if I know'd you've
returned to the light.

The Lord is merciful

and He shall guide ye home.

I thank the Lord kindly,
but I believe I know my own way.

Samuel, Drake.

'Tis for thee to lead
the fa...

...the fallen souls
of Cornwall.

Aye, Father,
we'll make it

our mission.

Ah, Ross,
here you are.

Tom Harry spied you
riding this way.

I believe I'm free to do so.

Unless you've purchased
every church in Cornwall.

There are a few places
I've yet to purchase.

Wheal Grace being one.

I think we both know
there are things

which even you cannot buy.

Your stepson, for instance.

It would be a mistake
to encourage his visits.

A mistake for whom?

He's my stepson and heir.

He'd do well
not to displease me.

Surely his very existence
displeases you.

I shall tolerate him

for the moment.

For I may soon
have a son of my own.

And then everything will change.

Before Papa died, sometimes villagers would pass,

and we'd all talk together.

But since Uncle George
had fences built...

Why did he so?

Uncle George likes people
to know what he owns.

He's been very
kind to me.

Oh, he is kind.

Till he gets what he wants.

♪ Jesus, lover of my soul

♪ Let me to thy bosom fly

♪ While the nearer waters roll

♪ While the tempest
still is high ♪

♪ Hide me, O my Savior, hide

He can't last much longer.

I'd stay, but...
I'm already late.

What will you do now?

Sam do wish us to get out
and spread the word.

And what do you wish?

Just to get out.

Shall we begin?

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here

in the sight of God...

Does your mama approve of you wandering so far?

What harm can it do?

I did not say
I disapproved.

I'm a great believer
in fresh air and exercise.

I see we'll agree very well.

Oh look, there...

That's my Uncle Ross

and Aunt Demelza.

The other gentleman

is Dr. Enys.

He used to attend our family.

Before Uncle George came.

When Papa was alive,
we saw much of Uncle Ross.

Even after, he and Mama
were good friends.

But now... no longer.

How sad.

I wonder what could be
the cause.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth...

Help! Give me some help here!

Help me carry her upstairs.

And send for Dr. Choake!

Bid him come at once!

To Ross, who conceived
and executed the plan,

spirited me from Falmouth,
arranged the parson...

And even brought
the bride's bouquet.

Demelza's handiwork.And the feast?

Prudie must
take some credit.

Since Jud moved away,

she's had time
to perfect her puddings.

And that be another good reason
to bless his departuring.

You don't miss your
former wedded bliss?

Like a ruptured spleen.

Well...

If Caroline and I are half
as happy as our saviors,

we'll be fortunate indeed.

Be Mr. Penvenen very sick?

He cannot last
more than a fortnight.

And he've no suspicions?

Why would I distress him?

But what could I do?

The minute Dwight
was granted leave,

I knew I could not wait
a moment longer.

And must you return

to your ship tomorrow?

Twenty-four hours shore leave
is all I'm permitted.

Has Dr. Choake arrived yet?

The servant says he's been
called to another patient.

He'll come when he can.

Damn him!

I'll insist we have first call
on his services in future!

What other doctor

is hereabouts?Dr. Enys?

That quacksalver?

Absolutely not.

Any case,
is he not at sea?

What of Dr. Behenna?

Lives the other
side of Truro.

Take time
to summon him.

Let him be summoned.

Demelza and I regret

we have chores
to attend to.

Let me show you
to your room.

Do you like her?

I once feared you did not.

Now I know her better,
I think her a remarkable woman.

At pains to disguise
her own goodness,

as if it were something
to be ashamed of.

Like someone else we know?

I'm forever in your debt.

The debt was mine,
long before it was yours.

I am honored
to be able to repay it.

To Nampara,
with haste...

Are you nervous?

I would be...
were tonight our first time.

A remarkable woman
I've married.

And I a remarkable man.

Still, I hate having
to deceive my uncle.

Would it kill him
to know the truth?

He has his heart set
on my becoming Lady Coniston.

It would give out entirely
if he knew I was Mrs. Enys.

I'm sorry for that.

I could not be less so.

But in his case, ignorance
is most assuredly bliss.

And in mine, bliss is
most assuredly Caroline.

It'll be hard
for Dwight to leave again.

Yes.

And yet you envy him.

Do I?

His clarity of purpose,perhaps.

The simple act of
living in the moment,

not knowing whether
you'll live or die.

And something more?

A life more simple?

No shadow from the past which
may come back to haunt him?

Everyone has shadows.

The trick is to outrun them.

Or ignore them?

Letter come from Trenwith.

From Master Geoffrey.

Has he pushed his stepfather
down the stairs?

Elizabeth's been taken ill.

Dr. Choake cannot be found,
so the boy begs Dr. Enys

to come in his stead.

There appears to be
no external damage,

but these internal pains,

you say the onset occurred
directly after the fall?

Almost at once.

Do you think they will go away?

I suspect not.

Your wife has suffered
a serious fall.

You should prepare yourself.

For what?

Surely, there's no risk
to the infant?

Or Elizabeth?

Childbirth can be
a precarious business.

Particularly when
it comes a month early.

You're not suggesting...

These are birthing pains, sir.

The child will be
born tonight.

But surely that's a month
before her time?

Doubtless the fall
has brought on her travail.

So much for my wedding night.

More port?

I warned you she was

a poor choice.

A younger, more
robust specimen

would've better served
the purpose.

How difficult it must be for him.

He and Elizabeth...

Forgive me.

I've no wish to be impertinent,
but did they not...?

What?

Love each other...
once?

And, though it's long past,

to know that tonight
she'll be delivered

of the child
of his worst enemy?

It must be vexing.

Yes, I believe it is.

If it comes to a choice,

obviously the child
takes priority.

She is in

a good deal of pain.

When do you expect
Dr. Choake?

God knows!

It's hours since he was summoned
to Killewarren.

Killewarren?

On whose account?

Ray Penvenen's, naturally.

Apparently, he's taken
a turn for the worst.

And just when his niece
has left for London.

Dear God.

He's had a good innings.

No one's immortal.

Dr. Behenna is
delayed in Truro.

You would not think
of leaving my wife

unattended?Of course not.

But I'm expected
back at Nampara.

I'd be grateful if you could
have a note delivered for me.

Ross?

Ross.

No sign of Dwight?

How unlucky is he?

This accident could hardly
have come at a worse time.

You think it an accident, then?

The boy's letter said so.

Yet, why would Elizabeth fall
down the stairs?

That ape Tom Harry!

How dare he show his
ugly, fat fizzog here.

Oh, Judas.

Dear God.

I must go to my uncle.

Can Dwight meet me there?

Elizabeth is gravely ill.

How ill?

Is she dying?

Is the child?

The letter doesn't
say so, but...

I must go to Killewarren
at once.

You'll go
with Caroline?

Of course.

What is that?

At the edge of the moon?

What is it?

A black moon.

It is a bad omen,
mark my words.

Quickly.

Sam.

What do it mean?

'Tis the coming of
the shadow of death.

I ne'er was the God-fearing kind.

Nor I.

But if I were,
I'd pray.

For what, maid?

Deliverance.

Is it alive?

Is it alive?

Father...

I will do as ye bid me.

Go forth into the world
and save souls.

Do ye join me, brother?

Uncle Ray?

Caroline.

You should be halfway
to London by now.

I came back.

I realized there is nothing
there which cannot wait.

And will you stay
with me now?

For as long
as you wish.

You have a son.

Your son is healthy.

Strong.

He appears no worse
for coming a month early.

I think we need
detain you no longer.

On the contrary.

Your wife has endured
a difficult birthing.

Much as it
inconveniences me,

I cannot leave until
I'm assured of her safety.

Mmm.

He favors you, I think.

Yes.

Yes, I see the resemblance.

May I present:

my son and heir.

So that's what an eight-month
brat looks like!

Hold your tongue, old woman.

Before my nephew has
you thrown on the midden.

What'll be his name?

Old family names
be the best.

Joshua.

Or Francis.

Or Ross.

Elizabeth

and I agree

his name will be Valentine.

May I take Geoffrey Charles

to see his mama?

Can you not wait till morning?

I want to seeher now.

Chastise him for his insolence.

Show him who's
the master here.

Aye, do!

Call Tom Harry.

That great lump.

He doesn't frighten me!

Well...

he should.

Take Miss Poldark's chair
and remove it

to her chamber.

And Miss Poldark with it.

Unhand me,

you devils!

George...

tell them
to put me down!

Carry on.

Elizabeth shall hear of this.

Manhandled
in my own house?

Stay, you vermin!

I would speak!

That child of yours...

What of him?

Cursed he be!

Born under a black moon.

No good shall come to him.

Run.

I have never known the blessing
of a happy marriage.

But it's been
my privilege

to have had the
guardianship of you.

Shh, uncle...

Do not exhaust yourself.

Had I ever married, I might
have understood what it is

to follow one's heart.

And I should not have
prevented you from doing so.

Can you ever forgive me?

Uncle Ray.

What if I told you there
was nothing to forgive?

Oh...

My dear girl.

My dear, dear girl.

Elizabeth is alive.

And her son.

Dwight returned
just before dawn,

and left shortly after

for Falmouth.

I must speak with George.

Why?

There is a conversation which
can no longer be avoided.

The babe doesn't look
at all like me.

That's because
he's your half-brother.

He may be more Warleggan
than Chynoweth.

Now that he's here,
you must be prepared for change.

Your mama will be

much occupied.She will always have time

for me.Of course.

Love will never change, but...

Where are we?

Is this still Trenwith land?

Nampara's.
Does it matter?

Only that your Uncle George
may...

Uncle George
doesn't concern me.

Let's go further.

Come on!

Well, Ross!

Are you here to congratulate me?

Fatherhood changes everything,
does it not?

Will you take
a drink with me?

Why have you really come?

To make a bargain with you.

Always assuming you have
something I want.

I do.

Myself.

Out of your life.

So these are my terms.

You possess things I hold dear.

My family mine, Wheal Leisure.

My family home, Trenwith.

But, most importantly,
my great-aunt and nephew.

Is that all?

Have a care for them.

Do not use them as a means
to injure me,

or you will wish
you had never been born.

In return,

I will remove
myself from your life.

You will live in your world

and I will live in mine.

And there will be no need for
our paths to cross

ever again.

Is it far now?

A mile or two, brother.

Will ye ask her, or shall I?

As to that, I believe
the Lord will guide us.

Do ye believe it is
all His plan?

For instance, do He decree

us to meet yon
souls up yonder?

Maybe so, brother.

For He have made
we fishers of men.

And this could be
our first catch.

I'm hungry.

I hope Mrs. Trigg's
made jellies.

Good day.

Good day to ye, ma'am.

Do ye know the way
to Nampara?

But we know'st
the way...

I regret I'm
a stranger here.

I'm not.

Stay on the path
and you'll come to it directly.

Much obliged, sir.

We am strangers ourselves.

Do ye bide

in these parts
or just be passing through?

She's staying.

Are you not, Morwenna?

Morwenna.

'Tis a lilting, musical name.

I'm Drake.

'Tis a pleasure to meet ye.

And you, sir.

I hope we may meet again.

I know why you've come.

This is a change of heart.

There was a time when you fought
to escape your family.

As you now mean
to escape yours?

George is not my family.

Geoffrey Charles is.

I must trust him
to his mother's care.

And the child?

To his father's.

Yes, Ross.

So, we'll have no more
to do with Trenwith.

I think that's for the best.

No good can now come
of a connection

between our two families.

And since you've lost
a part of your family,

can you find it in you
to embrace a part of mine?

My dear...

you will be
pleased to hear:

we are rid of him.Who?

Ross.

Finally,

he has admitted defeat.

He will never
again approach

our house, nor any member
of our family.

He actually said that?

Hmm.

A new chapter begins.

Without him.

There's something
I must tell you, Ross.

Though I fear you will
not like it.

I'm with child again.

You're not displeased?

I might wish
the timing were better.

The war's getting deadlier.

Everything in this world
seems less certain.

Except for you.

Are you so certain of me?

Perhaps I don't
deserve to be.

No, you do not!

But with you beside me...

whatever life sends...

We can face it.