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Dearest Ross,

you are sorely missed
by your children, your wife,

your dog, and by all at home
for whom you speak.

Order!

Order! Gentlemen!

Mr. Speaker,

the honorable member
for Ilchester

has suggested
that poverty is a condition

that Christianity
may condone.

May I inform him

that his arguments are repellent
as, as they are fatuous.

Sit down.

This week, we've heard again how scarcity of food

does take its toll.

There's fever in Sawle.

Six failing, four dead.

If they were stronger,
they could fight it.

But they've barely a crust
between them.

Shamefully, some here

considered it acceptable
for small children

to be regarded
as inevitable casualties

of our current
food shortages.

Some blame the war, some the poor harvest.

Yet how can it be
that a man has work

yet still can't afford
to feed his family?

Mr. Speaker, yet again this House declines

to endorse a bill to enforce
a fixed price for grain.

Is it a mere coincidence
that many of our members

are also corn merchants?

And how long,

how long will we turn
a blind eye

to the suffering
of the needy?

If they're that needy,
let them apply to the poorhouse!

Nothing the House dislikes more

than inconvenient truths
thrust in its face.

How does one ever
get anything done?

Patience, stealth,
compromise.

Guineas.

This child is malnourished.

Cap'n Ross did vow
to put an end to this.

Nay, Sam.

He went to Westminster
to begin the process.

But what have he achieved?

Since he went away,
have aught changed?

How is your wife?

Commanding the house at home?

With more distinction
than I can do here.

For all the use I am,
I might as well be in Cornwall.

You can surely be of use
to His Lordship.

Is not his bill due to come
before the House?

The new road
through St. Day?

And the demolition
of half a village

to make way for it.

He'll be counting
on your support.

Yes, he's made that
very clear.

GEORGE:So it appears
we are heartless brutes!

Who says so?

Oh, the "starving poor."

Apparently, by conspiring
to keep grain prices high,

we are "filling our coffers
at their expense."

Surely the starving poor
should be thanking you.

For providing employment.And how do I do that?

By ensuring that all of
my businesses remain in profit.

Quite.

Of course,
if "the starving poor"

require me
to make less profit--

by demanding a fall
in the price of grain--

then I will be unable
to employ so many of them,

and they will be
all the poorer.

Ah.

Captain Poldark.

Are you here to look
after your constituents?

That is the task of an MP,
is it not?

Have we met?

Not in the House,
at any rate.

My lord,

will you and the captain
join me this evening?

A small gathering.

No more than a hundred
of your closest friends?

A pleasure, ma'am.

What a tiresome fellow.

A lost child
is not easily forgot.

Unless one comes
to London.

A slight fever,
but no cause for alarm.

I know I worry overmuch.

Forgive me, Mrs. Whitworth.

You're aware
your husband once suggested...

that you might harm the child?

I would never do so.

I entirely believe you.

But why say it?

It's the only weapon I have
against my husband's...

attentions.

'Tis a little bare
and cheerless,

but a woman's touch...

Rosina's.

You have a taking for her,
don't you?

Well, somewhat.

But 'tisn't love, sister.

Least, not what I recollect
of love.

But that love
can never come again.

I know it.

And Rosina don't rattle away
like other girls.

She's quiet, thoughtful,
and kind.

And in time, love might grow.

Is that how it was
for you?

No.

No, 'twas with me always.

But not with Ross.

He did not love me
when first we wed.

But he came to.

Do you not think,
Vicar,

that my new gown
deserves matching slippers?

Oh...

Hmm.

I... may be obliged
to limit these visits.

Yes, Vicar?

In fact,

it will be for the best
when I no longer visit at all.

Whatever you say, Vicar.

Mrs. Parkers, do you know,

is there a poorhouse hereabouts?

St. Leonard's, sir.

My nephew's there.

To my shame.

Is he in debt?

Has he lost employment?

Oh, no, sir.

He had wages,
just not enough to live on.

Miss Cane,

your experience in dealing

with unstable
and aggressive patients

will prove invaluable.

Every time I approach my wife

to... comfort her
as only a husband can,

she vows to murder
our son.

What can be done?

No, please.

Please.

Please don't...

'Ee must know
that I've a liking for thee.

And 'tis on that account

that I wish to explain
what's in my heart.

For 'ee've
maybe heard rumors

of a girl
I did once love.

And maybe 'twas ill-wished
from the start.

But love her I did.

And love her I always shall.

'Tis a hard thing to hear,
I know.

But I can't abare to say
what next I wish to say,

without ye knowing the truth.

I like 'ee.

Take pleasure
in your company.

I can offer 'ee a home,

a hearth,

a... quiet
yet comfortable livin'.

Maybe you'll go off
and think it over

and...

In due time give me your answer.

No, Drake.

I need no time.

You're a brave
and honest man,

and I believe our life together
will be good.

May I call tomorrow

to ask your father's permission?

Who are these people?

My new acquaintances.

From London,
Oxford, Bath...

Not from Cornwall.

Sometimes
the last thing one wants

is to be reminded of home.

Ah, here's
Captain Adderley.

You see his game?

Squiring her
around London

so as to ingratiate himself
further

into high society.

Enys would not be
impressed.

Nor Demelza.

Is there scurvy in Mellin?

I sent my steward with potatoes
and carrots.

There's no oranges to be had
for love nor money.

This is for the mine,

but how many it'll feed?

Do it not make a body wonder?

What they London folk
get up to?

I hope they have a care
for one another.

As your mistress
and I do here.

Hmm.

'Tisn't proper.

It's true that of late
I've come to regard this

as more of a home
than Killewarren.

The children's laughter
consoles me.

Sometimes at Killewarren
I find the silence oppressive.

Nights especially.

Do you picture them ever?

Ross and Caroline,
together,

in a world
of which we have no part?

Might not fit,
as they fit in.

Hmm.

Do you not
sometimes wonder...?

If they'd met each other
before they met us...

They'd be better matched?:
Would we?

Have you heard, sister?

Rosina said yes!

Oh...

That's cheerful news!And a blessin'.

For though Rosina be not
of the connection,

she's a God-fearing girl

and will surely
mend his ways.And his heart,

it's to be hoped.That especially.

Ah,

Mrs. Warleggan.

Captain P. is
out of favor.

What makes you say so?

Well, relations between you
seem less... warm

than that night
at Trenwith.

Ross?

Was at my house?

In your gardens.

I took him
for an errant troubadour.

You don't recall me
telling you?

Because your mind
was more agreeably occupied.

It was the night you vowed
to return to Parliament.

Ah.

Of course,
that would account for it.

Mmm.

I do wonder
that such a thing escaped me.

The thought of Ross
and my property...

My dear, must we revisit
the subject?

Did we not agree?

Suspicion has no place
in a marriage.

We did agree.

Your hat, sir.

The night is young.

And I am not.

I have a full day
in Parliament tomorrow.

Well, I have no intention
of retiring

until I fall asleep
the moment I close my eyes.

I see that.

Ossie.

Why are you here?

What are you doing, Ossie?

You know what I told you.Yes, my dear.

That you would murder our son.

But Miss Cane is here now.

She will never let him
out of her sight,

so your threat is quite futile.

But your duty remains.

So let us say a little prayer.

And then you will submit to me.

MAN:Next.

Right, you...

So we thought Easter Week.

In haste, are 'ee?

Not at all, sir.

My Rosie be
a fitty maid.

Yes, sir.

Handy with a needle and thread.

By rights
I should be recompensed.

Is not a well-matched daughter
recompense?

Look...

How if I offered to mend
all thy tools

free of charge?

Ha! So it's bribery
now?

Father.

My brother Tom warned me of thee!

Sayin' what?

What a sneavy snivey
li'l worm 'ee be.

Rosina.

Do you and I talk
over arrangements

for the wedding breakfast.

She'll not find a truer,
honester man than my brother.

Amen to that!

How the joy of resuming one's conjugal duty

pales beside the pleasure
of the act itself.

Is it not a blessing

to know we are about
God's holy work?

Mmm.

A poorhouse?

To my shame, I've never
set foot inside one.

I wish every member
of this House could do so.

They would soon see why men
would rather starve

than commit themselves to
such a degrading institution.

But if people lack
employment...

Many do not.

They only lack
the sufficiency

to meet the price
of bread.

And Parliament lacks
the will to remedy that.

Perhaps there is
no remedy.

Perhaps I should throw up
my hands and go home.

Is that new?

How can we afford

such fine things?

How do you think, my love?

Every week, I save a few pence
of your earnings

so that we may allow ourselves
these little indulgences.

You're too good for me,
Rowella.

Never did I think
to marry such a goddess.

You are Artemis,
Athena, Aphrodite.

My love,
your mother and sisters.

So kind,

always thinking
of others.

Give them my love.

Tell them I will visit
next week.

Goddess Fortune is against him.

Players, take your chances.

Ready?

No more wagers.

Come to try your luck, sir?

You have a reckless streak?

Only with my own money.

Dr. Enys?

Ah, Mr. Solway.

Your sisters
have the ague.

It's nothing
to be concerned about,

but they are resting
and should not be disturbed.

I thank you, sir.

I'll visit them tomorrow.

The house wins.

I really am
quite hopeless.

Should I quit the field?

Well, that seems a pity,

when it affords you
such pleasure.

Interesting advice.

Entirely disinterested.

Having nothing to lose,
I have nothing to gain.

How often we see those
with nothing to lose

assisting others
to lose all they have.

No more wagers.

Damn it, sir.

You will pay me in full
or give me satisfaction!

Do I make myself clear,
Poldark?

Are these gentlemen
annoying you?

Who the devil are you?

Interesting maneuver.

Not one I'd recommend
after two bottles of port.

I don't believe
we've been introduced.

The Honorable
Jasper Inchcliffe.

And I am
Viscount Bollington.

Oh.

I have the honor
of being acquainted

with both your fathers
at Westminster.

So.

How may we resolve this

to everyone's satisfaction?

Oh, yes, Vicar.

God Almighty!

Players take your chances,please.

I hope this will recompense you
for your trouble.

No trouble at all,
sir.

Truth be told,
it's why I work here.

There's always some gent
paying me

to swab up
after their relations.

Were it not for that,
I'd never make ends meet.

Ha.

No more wagers.

Do I look dreadful?

Good night.

Ross!A fortunate misunderstanding.

Fortunate?

In that I was the target,
not Geoffrey Charles.

Where is he?

Returned to Harrow.

Lesson learnt.

Are you quite sure
he was gambling?

I myself discharged
the debt.

I must repay you.

It's the least I can do
for my nephew.

Ross, do you suppose...

Will this become a habit?

Is he like...

Like his father?

I hope so.

For a truer, more generous heart
would be hard to find.

I shall write
and reprimand him.

No, do not.

If he thinks
I've informed on him,

he will no longer
trust me.

And if I can keep an eye
on him...

That role should fall to George.

We both know
he would not want it.

Nor would
Geoffrey Charles.

I'm obliged to you,
Ross.

And I agree,

Geoffrey Charles does not need
to be told of our meeting.

Any more
than George does.

Then the subject is closed.

My Dearest Demelza.

Thoughts of you console me

and bolster my resolve

against the challenges
of the House,

where I find I have few allies.

I have a scheme in mind, but
doubt it will be well received.

Yet all the while,
the food shortages continue.

My dearest Ross.

Our fortunes here
are yet to improve.

In Sawle, the fever carried off
three young Nanfans.

Dwight could do nothing,

for they were weak
with starvation.

The loss of innocent lives

makes me feel more keenly
our own loss.

And the distance between us.

You seem very far away.

Where are you?

Nampara.

Thinking of my daughter.

Dear Clowance.

No, no.

Julia.

Oh-- forgive me,
I have no wish to intrude.

Did I tell you
how she died in my arms?

How I watched her
take her last breath?

I could not conceive how
the life could go out of her,

when the day before I'd...
danced her on my knee.

We are taught to be strong,

to betray no weakness.

But that night I learned

to be strong is weakness.

Pain should not be avoided.

Tears must fall.

I shall visit Nat Pearce
today.

Extraordinary how he lingers on.

Extraordinary, too,

that you find
not the smallest pleasure

in our congress.

Quite... baffling.

God's blessing

be upon you.

You'll need them,
where you're going.

Yet I must thank you
for lingering on.

My visits here have provided
the perfect cover

for me to service
my ardent young sister-in-law.

Of course, now that
I've prevailed upon my wife

to resume her... duties,

I'll no longer require
those services.

So today will be the last time
I visit either of you.

And may I cheerfully say,

the devil take you both.

And you,

sir.

I've been thinking on this.

Suppose you're a waiter.

You earn a pittance.

But with
my small gratuity--

and that of others like me--

you go some way
towards making ends meet.

Yes?

Thus saving yourself
from the poorhouse.

And?

Thus saving the state
from having to pay out even more

to fund an institution
which everyone hates.

In other words...

Help the workers
to keep working...

By helping them to eat.

Oh, Vicar, did I mention,

the roof has begun to leak?Good to know.

It must be why Arthur's
been laid so low,

shivering and weeping
in his bed all week.

But repairs are so expensive...

However will you manage?

Well, I was hoping...Blessed are they

who live in hope,

for they shall receive
God's benison.

Go forth, saith the Lord,
and count thy blessings.

For you have had
the last of them!

I never thought
I'd see you smile again.

Well, 'tis not something
comes easy, even now.

Then you must practice more.

For tomorrow,
you're to be wed.

And in time,

like Ross and me...

Love may grow?

Love will grow.

Reverend Whitworth?Yes?

Who is it?

What do you want?

This is what I want.

You!

You're later than usual.

Were your sisters well?

Arthur?

Dead!

♪ She's out in the meadow
flower gathering ♪

♪ In the merry morningof May ♪

Why tell me, sister?

Why not keep me in the dark

and let me wed
that sweet, sweet girl?

Oh, Drake.

You know why.

This was no accident.

I cannot tell you,ma'am.

I was not there.No, I am telling you.

These lacerations and bruises...Are consistent

with a fall and
the headlong bolt of a horse.

For which he could not possibly
be at fault.

My son was
an excellent horseman.

Did he not ride to hounds?

But clearly someone
is to blame,

and I will not rest
till I discover who it is.

I went to the smithy,
found no sign of 'im.

Zacky see'd 'im
with Rosina,

then he left,

none knows where.

Judas, Sam.

Should I have told him?

Should I first
have let him wed Rosina?

Yes.

For she'd've made him
a good and proper wife,

and they'd've grown happy
and served Christ together.

Yes.

But then
he'd never have forgiven me.

Demelza.

Drake's gone.

And Rosina?

Rosina's brave,
Jacka's raging,

as is half the village.I don't wonder.

To jilt a girl
on her wedding day?

Dwight, what shall I do?

I'm that weary
of keeping the peace, and...

I just wish somebody
would take care of me!

Yes.

Ross should be here.

And Caroline.

So first you torment me,

and then you abandon me?

Return with me
to Cornwall.

Sir Francis has room
in his carriage.

We will have
the swiftest possible journey.

Dwight would not thank me

for returning
with my demons still intact.

You know very well
he will embrace you,

demons and all.

I did not weep.

Could not.

Even when Sarah grew cold
in my arms.

I thought if I could only
keep hold of her,

I could will her back to life.

When Dwight finally prized her
from me,

the agony was...
so overwhelming.

I had to remove myself

from even the possibility
of ever feeling that again.

By coming to London.You know,

there's nowhere like London
for numbing the senses.

Is that what you desire?

Still?

For now.

But I have begun to weep, Ross.

And I will do so again.

Hungry?

Help yourself.

Here, take some bread.

Ha-- mistress or no,

don' 'ee think
you'll buy our favor!

Whenever
he shows his face,

brother of yours'll pay
for what he done!

Here.

It's unfortunate we cannot attend the funeral.

I will write to my sister,

commiserating with her
on the terrible news.

Some people think
it was murder.

Do they?

But if that were the case,

would not a weapon
have been found?

True, yes.

Plans have been made.

I shall take charge
of John Conan.

As my grandson
and heir,

he will be properly educated.

His mother is wholly incapable.

No wonder Osborne despairedof her.

Miss Cane,
fetch the smelling salts.

Mrs. Whitworth
has fainted.

Morwenna?

Sincere condolences.

You must feel the loss keenly.

I feel nothing.

But relief.

I loathed him

with every bone
in my body.

He sought
to have me committed.

He took away my son.

He violated me

again and again
and again.

I did not know.

We could not possibly
have known, cousin.

Our only thought

was to provide you
with an advantageous match...

Advantageous to whom?

He's gone.

But where?

Morwenna.

Do not...

What is it?Please.

Leave me, go away.I had to come.

I been sleeping rough,
I know I don' look seemly,

I beg 'ee to excuse that.I cannot.

I cannot bear.

If it's too soon,

I can come again
tomorrow.

Just tell me when...Never.

What?

I'm sick.

Tainted.

It's done with.

Ended.

Please leave me now
and never come back.No.

Morwenna,
we can't part like this.

Who is this person,
Morwenna?

Beggin' your pardon, ma'am.

I'm... a friend.

A well-wisher.

I come to inquire...

Go inside, Morwenna.

So please you, ma'am.

Elliot? Clegg?

Morwenna.

Horsewhip this person,

then remove him
from the premises.

Drake Carne was found lurking
outside the vicarage?

Osborne's death may not be
an accident after all.

You surely don't
suggest...

Where is Harry?

Should we not send
for Cap'n Ross?

He've London matters
to attend to.

And besides,
what could he do here?

Well, 'tis hoped the thing
will blow over soon enough.

And no harm done.

Mr. Warleggan did send me
in his stead.

Thy little brother
is wanted.

I have orders
to search the house.

Well, George Warleggan
don't give orders here-- I do.

An' you'll not set foot
across this threshold.

Care to wager that,
missus?

Hey! Hey!

Lunch at Ashbourne
or shall we press on?

The latter.

If we're to succeed
with this,

the sooner we put forward
the scheme...

You will, of course,

require Lord Falmouth's
agreement.

As foremost landowner
in the district,

nothing will pass without him.

He had no business to threaten them.

If they were sheltering
a felon...

What proof had you
that they were?

Or that Drake Carne
is a felon?

You go too far, George.

My dear, I merely wish
to see justice done.

For whose benefit? Morwenna's?

You heard her,
she is glad Osborne is dead.

Nonetheless...George.

The man was a monster.

And we forced her
to wed him.

If you value my love...You know I do!

Do not pursue
Drake Carne.

As you wish, my dear.

We will call off the search
for Drake Carne.

Yes, sir.

There will be other ways
to punish him.

See thee, Jacka,

it's a terrible thing
young Carne did to thy daughter!

Don' I know it!

Last time, Tom let him
wriggle off the hook.

This time,
we'll do a proper job.

Dear God.

It gets worser and worse!

What can we do?

Pray for forgiveness,
for sins and sinners.

Why?

Is it a sin
to seek happiness

for ourselves
and others?

Only our merciful Father
knows that.

Do He?

Sometimes it do feel like

He don't think
about happiness at all!

What a wicked thing to have happened.

I can't think
'twas an accident.

Nor we, maid.

Rosina.

When Drake came to you,

did he, he tell you
where he was going?

No, ma'am.

Only what had happened
and that he had to go,

because of what he called
his "prior love."

Rosina, I'm that sorry.

To think if it had happened
only an hour later,

we'd be wed now.

And I know
he'd never have left me.

So if I understand you correctly,

after a year

in which you have not once
voted as I directed

and ignored my proposal
for a road through St. Day,

you now come to me
seeking my support

for a proposal
of your own--

which will cost me dear

and deliver me nothing
in return.

Oh, praise God.

Oh, we been waitin' here,

prayin' for 'ee
to come home.

Pay no heed to this,brother.

She's changed.

She don't want me.

She won't see me
ever again.

Hey.

It's all right.

Brother, Sam'll take you home
with him.

Ross!

I wish the world would go away.

What world?

Promise me
you won't go after George.

I couldn't bear to have
the feud stoked up again.

I'll let it pass
this once.

For your sake.

Oh, and not for yours?

Will you not need his consent
for your scheme today?

Which he'll refuse
on principle.

So 'twill be
a wasted journey.

Not entirely.

So, in short,

I propose a means-tested
sliding scale

of wage supplements

in order
to mitigate the worst effects

of the current
food crisis.

And by doing so,
we can keep our mines

and our mills working,

and our workers fed.

And the cost of all this?

Would fall on the landowners
of this parish.

We who are assembled here
today.

And where, pray,
is the incentive to work,

if one pays people to be idle?

I believe, sir,
you misunderstand the principle.

Do I?

The assistance
is temporary--

while the price of grain
is prohibitive--

to enable people to live

and not die.

Of course, another solution
would be for the grain merchants

to lower their prices.Why should they?

Do they not have a livingto make

as well as anyone else?

Speaking for myself,
I have no capital to spare.

Because you've spent it all buying up an entire borough.

And besides, if the scheme
is to work,

surely it's only fair

that all landowners in the
district participate.

Where is Lord Falmouth?

If he is not willing,

why should anyone else be?

Well, I suggest we take a vote.

Those in favor?

And those against?

Since there's
no clear majority...

I rather think there is.

I believe I'm just in time
to cast my vote.

The bill I have in mind

has a particular place
in my heart.

Were the road in question
to be built,

it will considerably
aid my scheme

to clear the hovels
of St. Day

and build in their place
an extension to my estate.

And the hovels
of St. Day?

Specifically
their inhabitants?

They will be rehoused.

At my expense.

You have my word.

You have my vote.

As you have had mine.

I wish I could stay longer.

You did what you came
to do.

Now you must tell
Westminster.

If it will listen.

Make it listen.

So...

I propose that this new system
of poor relief--

devised
in my own constituency,

implemented
with great success--

should be adopted
nationally,

so that health, welfare,
and maintenance

become the birthright
not of the few,

but of all!

Have the honorable member
for Truro call on me.

He has some interesting things
to say.