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You go across the other side, Abel.

Come on, come on.

Get down!

Ahhh!

Cap'n Poldark!

Don't shoot, Abel! It's Cap'n Poldark.

You're Isaac Ward.

We never knew.

Better not. You damn fools!

- Do you want to swing at Bodmin jail? - If so be.

What's happened? What made you take to the road?

These times. What makes any man do it?

You were handyman at my aunt's house, Penrice.

'Tain't Miss Poldark's no more.

What's that you say?

'Tis Mr George Warleggan's house now.

When did this happen?

Few month back, after you went to the army.

We was all turned off, all of us.

- Why, for God's sake? Why? - l don't know.

You'd best ask Mr Warleggan. We was all turned off.

- And my aunt? - Didn't even see her.

lt were Mr Warleggan. He did it.

Here.

And keep yourself out of mischief until l can find you something.

Thank ee, sir.

Giddup.

Ross, you're back from the war! But why...?

That can wait. Verity...

- What has happened at Penrice? - Penrice?

Aunt Agatha's house is now the property of George Warleggan.

- Didn't Demelza tell you? - l haven't been home.

What are you doing here?

When l went to the war, l left a situation behind me.

l know. Ross...

George and Elizabeth live there, that's all.

That's all? Where is Aunt Agatha?

She's still there.

- You look tired. - Never mind that.

She was an old lady, on her own, bedridden.

She could still get about.

She is 98. She can only leave her bed when she's carried.

lt's good for her to have Elizabeth there.

- Ross, you must wash and rest. - Go on, Verity, go on.

Well...

George and Elizabeth had nowhere to go when Trenwith burnt down.

Not in the district, that is. Here, drink this.

You know how it was at Penrice.

Aunt Agatha has lived alone since Uncle Benjy died.

She had nothing to do with the running of the house.

l know. Francis' father was trustee.

And then Francis, till his death.

- Then it passed to the bank. - Bank?

The estate ran into debt. Father had to mortgage it.

Oh, for God's sake! Not with Warleggan's bank?

No.

Though he might have, they're well-regarded.

lt was a bank that Warleggans took over, only last year.

And George used the mortgage to dispossess Aunt Agatha.

lt was Elizabeth's idea.

She said it would give them a house and Aunt Agatha some company.

Aunt Agatha must be pleased to have a Poldark living there.

- Elizabeth is not a Poldark. - Well, Geoffrey Charles is.

George has done miracles with the house! Everyone goes there.

After what happened at Trenwith?

Oh, Ross. What did happen at Trenwith?

A seditious mob burnt a gentleman's house down.

- Oh, George is a gentleman now? - He is accepted.

- You'll have to accept that. - Of course.

The working people are starving, the war, corn prices...

So they have to be kept down.

l'm sure George had the rioters punished firmly.

- Yes. - Everyone with money to protect

is on his side.

l just saw what poverty and Warleggan can drive a man to do.

- Did Aunt Agatha have any say? - She couldn't.

- The house passed quite legally. - No one asked if she was happy?

l tried to. l only saw her once, l couldn't get a clear answer,

she was bewildered.

l think she came to regard it as an act of God.

How are they treating her?

Oh, l'm sorry, Ross, l haven't been there since the move.

l can't see that Elizabeth did wrong.

She asked me as Aunt Agatha's nearest relative and l approved.

Ross, did l do wrong?

l don't know. l shall have to go and find out!

- Mr Warleggan. - Miss Poldark.

l have just seen William Dawlish turned away from this house.

Dawlish? Who may that be?

My gardener for 60 years!

Started when he were 12, scaring birds.

Good Lord, l must have paid him off long ago.

You got rid of all my old servants.

l have explained on numerous occasions, Miss Poldark,

they were old or unfit for the standards l expect.

- Get out. - Yes, sir.

l be old.

My dear lady, that is a different case. This is your house.

- Yours. - Just a matter of title deeds.

An employee is entitled to nothing more than his wage per month or per annum.

He renders work in return and then both parties are free.

Aye, one party's free to starve.

l pay the best wages in the district.

Some complain that l spoil the market. May l not demand a fair return?

You could've given Dawlish a crust.

ln these times? l'd have a procession of the hungry here.

More shame to you for putting folk out of work!

lt is economics, Miss Poldark, not a matter for a lady.

l command capital and create work.

Aye, babies live or die by your yea or nay.

Supply and demand.

William Dawlish had a right to come and see me.

l do appreciate your kindness, Miss Poldark.

'Tain't kindness, 'tis friendship!

Do ye know the word?

l will not have you carried down to a draughty kitchen

to see every beggar that calls

and neither will l allow such creatures above stairs.

Ah! Whose house is it now?

l never thought l'd see the moneylenders get Penrice.

After all we've done for you, Miss Poldark.

Ah! There's nothing like a good fire.

l didn't say you could sit down.

l beg your pardon?

You be in the company of a lady, MISTER Warleggan.

Your pardon indeed.

l remember you when you were a ragged-arsed lad, George Warleggan,

with dewdrops from your nose.

Maybe Elizabeth will make a gentleman of you yet.

Elizabeth and me.

You may sit down.

Thank you, it does not please me to.

Oh, suit yourself.

You may turn my old servants away

but l trust you'll admit my kinsfolk.

Why don't none of the Poldarks come to see me?

- Quick! - What is all this, Jud?

Who do you think you are running through my door...

- It better be important. - There.

Welcome home, Cap'n!

Come on. Come on, girl.

- Jeremy's grown. - Oh, they do shoot up at three.

He knows his numbers, to ten.

What's this? Johnson's Dictionary? Have you been using this?

Been trying to improve myself.

Oh.

Oh, it's you, all right, you big lump!

l never dreamt you'd get a furlough.

- It's not a furlough. - What, then?

- l'm out of the army. - For good?

Unless Boney invades and they enlist the cripples.

- Are you hurt? - Not a scratch on me.

- Then you got into trouble. - No trouble.

For God's sake, what, then?

lt turned out that my sovereign was not King George Ill

- but King Ague. - l'm in no mood for riddles.

l have ague, marsh fever, l caught it in America.

- You see, you are ill. - That's the bad joke, l'm not!

Not now.

We were besieging towns, swamps all around us.

l spent the last few months in bed.

- Oh, my love. - My colonel sent me home,

- unfit for service, damn him. - God bless him.

As long as l keep away from marshes l'm fine.

l'll keep you away from marshes. And God bless King Ague.

- What about the humiliation? - Humiliation?

Ross Poldark back with his tail between his legs.

- l can hear them laughing now. - Damn their eyes.

And since when have you cared what fools said about you?

l'm laughing for happiness and joy.

Ooh, where are we going?

To get this lot off and into honest clothes.

l'm all for you getting this lot off.

- Mm. - l shan't fly away, my love.

l don't wanna let go.

l looked after everything.

All Zacky's reports from the mine are on your desk.

You didn't tell me about Aunt Agatha.

- You know about it? - A little. Why didn't you write?

l wrote as best l could.

l didn't need long letters to let me know.

l didn't wanna worry you.

l had a right to know what was going on here.

Well, l knew you were in danger.

l'd heard talk and read the newspapers.

Thousands killed, twice as many dying of the fever,

l didn't wanna add to your troubles.

- l relied on you. - l did what l thought was best.

- And l think you were wrong! - Already?

You and me, we're like a couple of game cocks, feathers flying.

- What about you? - What have l done wrong?

You kept it from me that you had the ague.

- l tried to cheer you up. - Oh, thank you!

ls that all you think of me?

- You're a woman. - Great discovery

Women aren't idiots and l knew what was going on out there.

You should've told me to stop me from worrying and worrying!

Anyway, l thought what you'd want me to do and l went to see your aunt.

- How was she? - They wouldn't let me in.

Who wouldn't? George? Elizabeth? Did you ask for Elizabeth?

You're not still jealous of her?

No, l'm not! And don't start another quarrel.

l did ask for Elizabeth.

The servant said Mr Warleggan's compliments

and would our household please keep away.

This is beyond endurance.

They've closed the footpaths across Penrice land.

Half the ways to the village go over it.

They have keepers like mad dogs.

Well, he can't refuse to let me in. Penrice is a Poldark house.

- It was. - Agatha is my aunt.

Ross, the last time you met George Warleggan he tried to kill you, and me.

- l saved his life. - So he'll hate you more.

Oh, Ross, you haven't come back to fight with George Warleggan,

you've come back to me and Jeremy and the farm and your mine.

Agatha Poldark is my aunt.

Elizabeth.

- Where shall l put them? - Oh, by the window.

George, Ross Poldark was seen on the road to Nampara.

l know.

- Must be on furlough. - l hear it's for good.

- Oh, no. - My dear, what is he to us?

After that dreadful night when he put us on horses

we never wanted to see each other again.

And now we're closer to him than before, mm?

- Not amusing. - It was your idea to come here.

He'd gone to the war.

lt is none of his business where we choose to live.

- l hope he won't bother us. - He'd better not.

My dear, do you realise how thoughtless you were to lift that vase?

- Thoughtless? - It was heavy.

l cannot understand your rashness.

l have to stop you from riding, find you teetering on a ladder.

You're carrying our child.

- l'm well aware of that. - Then why do you act as if you forget it?

We have servants.

Will you risk our child sooner than ring for a servant?

- l'm sorry. - My dear Elizabeth,

you are precious to me as well as the son you bring me.

- It may not be a son. - Oh, it shall be a son.

Then you will have two sons.

l know Geoffrey Charles is but a stepson...

- l do not use that word. - ..but he does need a father.

The firm hand, eh?

l must get back to my study.

Rest, my dear.

l love you very much.

# While the tempest still is high

# Hide me, O my saviour, hide

# Till the storm of life be passed... #

Here.

Oi!

Gentle Jesus!

l were guided.

Lost a day's yield there, when a pump went.

- You sent the men home? - l had 'em clean the boiler.

- You don't need me, Zacky. - Oh, yes, we do, sir.

- The wages book? - It's all here, sir.

- 101 men above and below grass. - Not bad, these are wicked times.

- Mines closing everywhere. - l saw Isaac Ward on the road.

- Any chance? - Not unless you wanna pay for nought.

Find him something. At least our debts are paid off.

Glad to hear it.

Don't you wanna make the most profit working the least men?

Find him something.

- This must be it. - Aye.

Eeeeyah!

Mornin'!

Who the hell be ee, sneakin' up on a man at work?

Do ee work for Mistress Demelza Poldark?

What does it look like?! Wastin' me time.

We'd like to see your mistress.

What do you want with she?

Just tell her two friends has called.

- Friends? - Friends.

- It is a fine house. - Aye, Poldarks is gentry.

- Looks like it. - Not big gentry.

Big enough for we.

My...

Judas!

l'll see you down there at two.

- Right, sir. - Ross! Look who's here.

- Day, ma'am. - Day, Zacky.

My brothers, they've walked from Illogan!

- You would be...Samuel? - Aye.

The eldest. And Drake, the youngest.

- 'Tis a pleasure, Cap'n. - Been a long time.

- Six year. - How you've grown.

Well, come in!

Now, what do you drink? Rum? Geneva?

Thank ee, we don't touch spirits.

Not that we mind drink in others.

That's kind of you. Well, sit down.

You boys must be tired out.

- It was a tidy stroll. - Haven't you got long legs?

Like yours, sister!

How's your family?

The most high God was pleased to take Father last month.

We come to tell ee, sister.

l'm sorry. Not heartbroken but sorry, truly sorry.

He left me no good memories of him but...

He died in Christ at the end.

So you're of the Methodist connection?

- Yes. Are you? - Er, no.

We have a new spirit and walk in the path of Christ

- according to His statutes. - Upon times l fall from grace.

Don't we all.

- All the rest at home are well. - Good.

- Stay for supper. - Stay the night.

- Well, brother... - Well?

- We have hopes not to go back. - Indeed?

- We heard tell there's work here. - l see.

- There's rare poverty in Illogan. - And here too.

l'm a miner, Drake's a carpenter. We have no work.

- Nor have many men here. - We wouldn't take others' work.

We'd live on tea and barley bread and pilchards.

That's not to complain, mind.

Jesus saves us from any hunger of the soul.

You don't mind us askin', brother?

Boys, 'tis proper to call me sister but my husband be Cap'n Poldark.

- l ask your pardon. - We call all men brother.

l must go to the mine. l can promise you nothing.

Cap'n, is Mr George Warleggan a friend of yours?

- Why do you ask? - We took same path

l used last time l came, gate was closed.

- That's George Warleggan. - Drake nearly walked into a man trap.

God's blood.

- l'll see about that. - Ross, keep away from him.

Cap'n, maybe it's best we go.

You've been asked for supper. Stay.

Sorry, sister.

Oh, say no more.

Do as he says, stay for supper.

Now, tell me about Father.

The villagers have had a right of way over this land

for a thousand years, Mr Warleggan.

You should not have closed the footpath.

Aunt Agatha, George knows what is best.

To such as us a walk is pleasant

but not for a tired miner who must walk three miles extra to visit his kin.

Miss Poldark, a mob of miners burned us out of our last house.

l shall take no chances at Penrice.

The law permits me to keep strangers off my land.

l ask your pardon, Mr Warleggan.

'Twas foolish of me to forget the land is yours now.

Everyone else knows it too well.

lt's for your protection too, Aunt.

l never had cause to be frightened.

l want my bed now, Mr Warleggan.

Oh, Elizabeth, l hear Ross Poldark is back.

lsn't that good news?

Eh, Mr Warleggan?

lsn't that the best news ever, eh?

Easy, you dogs.

l know you don't like me but if you jolt me, l've got this.

Oh, they'll be rejoicing hereabouts

now that Ross is back.

l expect you'll see that as you go around, Mr Warleggan.

That woman is driving me to the end of my patience.

- She's an old lady. - Not one l'd wish to have in my house.

She's part of it. Be patient, she hasn't long.

You have a sneaking regard for her.

Not sneaking, George, l am fond of her.

You take her side about the footpaths after what we've been through?

From that, one might decide that work people, like animals,

are best not goaded too far.

Oh, you join my critics, do you?

No, George, never but...

Oh, my God.

l do not wish to see that man.

Go upstairs and rest, my dear. You must look after yourself.

You two, there's a man coming. Bring him to me and stay close.

l wish to see Miss Agatha Poldark.

In here, sir.

l did not ask to see you.

Strangers seeking admittance are brought to me.

Thank you, gentlemen.

l wish to see my aunt, Agatha Poldark.

You were not invited.

l have not seen her since my return.

- Oh, your return, yes. - May l see her?

There are notices warning against trespass.

l wish to see my aunt.

You come uninvited, that is trespass.

l came by your gate. l ask you decently.

And l tell you decently that Miss Poldark is well.

- That is what you wish to know. - What harm can it do to see her?

lf you succeed now, you come as you please. l don't want that.

- l did not come to quarrel. - That's a novelty.

l only ask - ask -

if l may visit my kinswoman in her own house.

- You appear not to know... - l know it's legally yours.

l hoped you'd respect her in her lifetime.

She has every attention. And now you have no business here.

- Are you trying to provoke me? - l'm trying to rid myself of bad company.

- This is senseless. - You've a short memory.

l remember that night when we almost died. l saved your life.

Because you repented of having incited the mob

- and rode over to warn me? - Incited, l?

- You threatened me with a mob. - l warned you.

Warned? You're a rebel, a living incitement to malcontents.

There is a limit to what l can swallow.

You swallowed your courage in the face of the French.

You heard the guns at Dunkirk

and remembered you had more pressing affairs in Cornwall.

Will you at least inform my aunt that l have called?

Will you leave like a gentleman or be thrown out like a lout?

Your bullies don't frighten me, George, but you do.

Does that please you?

You scare me witless, what you've become.

l will leave, of my own accord.

This time.

Promise me you won't go again.

- How can l? She's my aunt. - Ross...

Look, forget about George Warleggan.

With Drake working here l want you to think about this room.

- This room? - l want new carpets,

new furniture, new curtains.

But they are new curtains. Cost a fortune.

We're making one out of the mine.

- Oh, rich now, are we? - Say respectable.

Ouch! Call that respectable?

Ross, what with one thing and another l do ask a lot of you but...

Anything in my power.

Penrice.

Now, promise me you won't go there again.

l promise.

l'll wait.

l'll wait a while.

- Jud Paynter? - Yeah?

Lend us a hand.

What, wi' my rupture?

Master said help, that's all.

Help.

Captain's given Wreath Cottage to me and Sam.

That ruin?

- That do need dustin'. - We'll make it good.

Dust. Bah!

Disgrace!

That-that-that-that-that Prudie, she...

Sam's gonna give meetings when we got it straight.

l hear you be Methody.

l be a Methody.

Ee be a boozy Methody!

Jud Paynter! Now, go outside and do some work!

Freezin' cold.

Man might die!

She don't care!

- Sister. - Yes?

Sam wishes you would turn to Christ.

Sam wishes a lot.

Don't you ever long to find your saviour?

l'm not learned in such things.

- No more are we. - Ah, but you think you know.

- l believe so. - Only believe?

Well, Sam knows.

Well, l go to church Christmas Day with Cap'n Poldark,

l try to behave like a Christian,

l love all l can see and touch with my hands

but first comes my man and my child.

- Don't you love your neighbours? - l try to.

Excepting one.

Christ is amongst us all the time.

Love Him first and all the rest will be made over again!

But l don't want it made over again, l like it as it is.

But l promised...

Well, l promised Sam l'd try.

- Might have guessed it was Sam. - Sister...

Don't ask me to convert Cap'n Poldark.

l wouldn't dare! l shouldn't ask this neither.

- But l expect you will. - Well...

l can read if l go slow and careful but l can't write except to pen my name.

Well, you must practise.

Copy from a book, that's what l did.

- l want you to help me. - Me? l'm no scholar.

You write a good hand, l admire you. Teach me.

- Oh, l... - Ten minutes a day.

l won't come to the house otherwise to bother ee.

- Who says you're a bother? - l think Cap'n Poldark do.

- He's given you work and a house. - Well, l know how ee do feel.

All right, l will.

- Thank you, sister. - Now l've one thing to say to you.

Keep off Warleggan land.

l'll kill ee.

- l'll kill ee! - Will you, Tom Harry?

Young master.

- Do you know what this is? - A cane, sir.

- And what is it used for? - Flogging, sir.

When a boy behaves as you have, what does he receive? Hm?

- A flogging, sir. - Until he's black and blue.

- That is my duty, is it not? - Yes, sir.

You little fool.

l have to protect you from a murderous rabble

from which your mother and l barely escaped with our lives.

For that protection l employ murderous men.

Your son might have had his skull smashed for a prank.

For your mother's sake, l spare you. Now, go to your room.

Wait!

Stay there until the morning.

You'll be brought a crust and water. Now go.

Yes, sir.

Have l said or done anything of which you disapprove, Elizabeth?

- You were lenient to him. - Perhaps wrongly so.

lt is my duty to train him.

l was wrong in permitting you to bring him home from school.

- But l need him. - l took account of your shock

when Trenwith was burned but he must go back.

But he was bullied. l knew nothing about it till he came home.

All boys are bullied, they learn from it.

- From cruelty? - From life,

the way of the strong with the weak.

- He must learn. - When he's older.

He will not learn at your apron strings.

Soon you'll have another son to take care of.

- Just for another year. - My dear, l wish to deny you nothing,

especially at this time.

He shall have a tutor until he is 11.

A man, who will teach him with one of these?

Education demands discipline as well as instruction.

l could not see him beaten.

Well, what else do you propose? l shall spare no expense.

A governess! My cousin Morwenna. Let me send for her.

The boy has been spoiled, he needs a firm hand.

Oh, in good time, George. Just for another year, please.

Look.

My cousin, Morwenna Chynoweth.

Do you remember her father, the Dean? He died last year.

A dean's daughter as a governess.

Her mother has little money, she would be happy if we sent for her.

A dean's daughter. It would sound well in the county.

Brothers, sister.

l have asked thee here cos the time has come

to start a Methodist congregation in Nampara.

- Praise the Lord. - Ee be too late, boy.

- Never too late for a beginner. - We haven't seen a preacher for years!

The flock scattered for want of a shepherd. l be one.

There be a power of backsliding.

lt be the drink.

Be it, Jud Paynter?

Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.

- That's right. - We are all sinners. l am.

l lived for 20 year in the bond of iniquity.

But now God has set my soul at liberty.

- Amen. - We shall increase the flock.

Not round here you won't.

Brother, has the Lord informed you

that our meeting house has fallen down?

We shall build it up again.

What with, brother? We've got no money.

- We got prayer. - And hard work.

The Lord has been pleased to afflict me with a rupture.

Well?

Well?

You're hungry, your lives are hard.

Will you refuse the bread of hope?

Hope.

Aye, the Lord did see fit

to bring down a fall of rock upon me in the mine.

But He was merciful,

otherwise l'd have been in the riot

and l would've been pressed into the fleet with my brother and the other lads.

- l'll help. - Amen.

Aye.

- Hallelujah! - Hallelujah.

One thing more. 'Tis our way to worship with fellow Christians in parish church.

That be Sawle church.

When we've met here a few more times, there we shall go.

Oh, the gentry won't like it.

Warleggan won't like it, it's his church.

All men are brothers in the sight of Jehovah.

'Tain't Jehovah we got to deal with, 'tis Warleggan.

Christ will soften his heart.

Eh? Ha!

Ee wait till he sees us!

l still look like a dead crow.

We'll all be at your 100th birthday party.

l be still as cold as death.

- Here, let me put you... - Stop it!

Call a servant. Ye be in your eighth month!

Girl? Elizabeth?

Aunt?

- Ee be early. - Early?

Down here.

'Tis low for just eight month.

Oh, the vagaries of nature. Don't you like your shawl?

- Nearer the fire, please. - 'Tis a fine gift.

Thank ee.

- Ee be a good woman. - No.

- And for all l be wicked... - You're not.

.# twas part on account of you l stayed.

- Thank you. - And Geoffrey Charles.

A Poldark sprig.

1 l think of ee as a Poldark still though by marriage.

- l am Mrs George Warleggan now. - Mrs Nobody.

Why doesn't Ross come?

l should think he's a busy man.

He always came before.

Aunt, he will not come to my husband's house.

- Well, l want to see him. - He will not come!

- Well, send for him to come. - That is not possible.

Ee tell me that, girl, in my own house?

'Tis mine, after a fashion.

Aunt, too much has happened.

But Ross Poldark is my only kinsman.

You have Geoffrey Charles.

There be only one Ross.

Ross'll be here for my 100th birthday, won't he? Won't he?

Well, we shall see.

What do you mean, we shall see?

- Don't you want him to come? - l'm sure you can have whoever...

You could've had him, girl, Ross wanted ee.

But first you took Francis and then George.

At least Francis was a Poldark but George...

- Aunt, say no more. - Oh, that cold fish.

- l shan't stay. - You could've had Ross in your bed,

a real man.

In your bed...

Oh, dear!

She tripped at the top! l saw her.

Don't move her!

Go for the master. Quick, you whore!

The cordial contained laudanum. Your wife will sleep.

What can you tell me?

A turned ankle, a bruised elbow, nothing worse.

My wife is eight months pregnant.

You must hope for the best.

So careless. Always careless. l told her.

But the pains, the pains here.

Birth pangs of a nature that we refer to as ''wandering''.

- But the child? - Is alive.

- And well? Is it well? - Who can know until it appears?

You mean my child may die in birth, Doctor?

lt will be premature, that's certain.

- And there is danger? - Childbirth is always dangerous.

But if it is premature, more so?

At eight months, l hope l shall bring your wife through.

- But the child. - And perhaps the child.

Normal, healthy?

That is not in mortal hands.

Behenna, listen to me.

Give me my son, give me a healthy son. Name your fee, l'll pay anything.

Money will not serve, sir. l recommend prayer.

Father. News travels.

You sent a servant to fetch Behenna, didn't you?

l felt it my duty. Your mother's ailing.

Master, the bad pains are coming on.

What's happening, Doctor?

- Sir, l am busy. - Tell me, man!

- The next stage has begun. - The child?

lf there is no issue shortly l shall use forceps. The irritation of these...

- Can you save them? - You should have called earlier.

l sent for you the moment it happened.

l mean earlier in the pregnancy.

l prefer to attend throughout a lady's time.

l wanted that but she did not.

- Sir, you delay me! - Will my child be alive?

Excuse me, sir!

There, madam, it's not the first time.

You'll forget the pain when it's over.

He tells me nothing.

She's a delicate thing.

How old is she? 30?

Oh, l know she's got a pedigree

but these fine families soon get exhausted.

Bad breeding stock.

No!

No! No!

l hate you!

l hate you! l hate you!

No!

No!

Nothing new?

They say Pellew is doing well at sea.

l'm getting better prices for tin and copper now.

One good thing about this war.

You wanna hold back stock.

Push up prices.

But then l don't need to tell you.

Duke of York doesn't know whether he's coming or going with the army out there.

Corn is in short supply.

That spells more riots to me.

- Eclipse. - What's that?

There's a total eclipse of the moon due at quarter past eight.

l spoke too hardly, dear George.

After all, you're still a young man.

Your one thought day and night is getting on, getting power.

lf... If she goes...

l know you'll make good choice of another.

Shut your mouth!

They say you are well.

- God be thanked. - Your son.

My boy, my boy!

What a girl you got there!

One in a thousand, eh?

She did the job, she did the job.

What more can we ask?

At last. At last an heir to all l've worked for.

35 years of fortune for nothing, all for him, all for him.

l had some hand in creating the fortune not to mention the heir.

And she is out of a good stable.

You're far-seeing, George, far-seeing.

Her kinfolk can be got to do a lot for us.

Perhaps. But l don't need them. l don't need anybody.

My son will see them all eating out of my hand.

Aye, money, my boy, money.

- George? - Father?

Touching on names, you two must have thought about it.

We have some good ones in the family.

l decided a few hours ago.

You might have had a girl.

The name would have served for either.

Elizabeth's accident might have killed her and my son.

- Now l think it was providence. - That's a new word for you.

lt was God's will that he was born on St Valentine's Day, he shall be Valentine.

Valentine? There has been no such name in the family.

There has been no one such as my son will be in any family.

- Does Elizabeth like it? - She will when l tell her.

Ours is a union of old gentry and new. We need a new name.

You won't get away from Warleggan.

l shall never wish to. It is too respected and feared.

Fear can be bad for business.

Respect and fear are one.

You could name him Robert or Joshua,

we've had three in our family.

The last one was a bad lot.

Or Ross.

What do you say to Ross?

My wife is well, ma'am, if you're interested.

Oh, been up to see that she be, have ee?

A regular little spud, l'll wager.

His mother's family through and through.

lt'll be some time before you can see him.

Tied him up against the convulsions, l suppose.

Poor little crim.

l'd leave him free if l had the ordering of it.

But you do not.

Now, if you'll excuse me, my father and l have business to discuss.

Well, Mr Warleggan, l trust you feel that you're a bigger man

now that you're the father of an eight-month brat.

Fire, Smeech.

Your own room will be more comfortable.

l shall go up and see the baby.

Take Miss Poldark to her room and tell Miss Pipe she will not leave it today.

- l shall see the baby first. - You shall not, ma'am.

My wife must rest.

Carried up like a spire of driftwood.

Stop a minute, you brutes.

There'll be one thing amiss with your little son, George Warleggan.

Good seldom comes to a child born under a black moon.

l only knew two and they both came to bad ends.

Move!

l should like to smother that hag.

- She smells of the grave. - l wish she were in it.

Thank ee.

What was that about a black moon?

The eclipse. Some damn peasant superstition.

Demelza. And Ross. l had to see you. How are you settling down?

lt seems the army survives without me.

But how about the navy in the person of Surgeon Dwight Enys?

How l wish this war would end.

- Has Verity heard nothing? - No.

l had one letter from him and that was two weeks old.

He's on a ship called the Travail.

l go to Falmouth. l'll see if there's news of him.

Oh, Ross. You're determined to be our guardian angel.

l brought you two together.

- How is your uncle? - Dying.

lt was only Dwight's treatment that was keeping him alive.

What a grand christening it was at Penrice.

l know you're at feud with George, Ross, but l had to go.

Such a horde of Warleggans. Dreadful people.

And George as proud as Lucifer.

Demelza, what beautiful brocade.

You've transformed this room.

- She chose everything. - George has transformed Penrice.

And the baby is all Elizabeth.

l must confess, l loathe small babies.

l shall have to have my children at least three years old.

Dwight will have to arrange that somehow.

Ross, l was talking to your Aunt Agatha.

She kept asking when she was going to see you.

Oh, my dears,

l have a feeling l must have said something very tactless.

You have.

Miss Caroline be lookin' well.

Come on, you old slug. Turn this mattress over.

It don't do me gut no good.

Ain't nothin' the matter with your gut but too much ale.

She come from the Warleggan christening.

Let's hope it'll do a bit of good maybe.

Here, catch this sheet.

Tuck it in.

A babby do bring out the love in folk. Mr Warleggan could do with a bit of that.

Babby be always welcome, even at eight month.

Nine.

'Tis an eight-month babby, they do say.

Catch.

- Nine? - Tuck it in.

Nine month? Why'd you say nine?

l never.

- You did. - Did l? Well, l wasn't certain.

Warleggan wed Mrs Elizabeth when l were cleaning out the Wallflower.

That were May. How many month be that?

lf you're not gonna help, get out and leave me be.

Eight. They were wed eight month ago.

Well, then. 'Tis all nonsense.

- Eight, nine... - Shut up or go.

Ninth be the month before.

Cap'n told me off for not planting the early chrysanths, l mind that.

He ain't no right to talk after all the trouble he caused.

That were when he were away all night!

He's been out all night more times than l can remember, you fool.

Ee told me, missus was upset and ee comforted her.

Ee said it must be another woman, l mind that.

- It's all nonsense. - Ah!

Captain Poldark, Mistress Eliz...

That were when George Tabb

saw the Captain's horse one night near her house.

And George Tabb's a bigger liar and drunkard than you.

- Maybe. - Will you shut up, you mad old man?

You're gonna make mischief. Missus has been good to us.

- 'Tis all lies. - Maybe.

But that babby was born under a black moon.

l don't care what it were born under.

Unlucky for babby.

Unlucky for child, dam and sire.