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You are worse
than the children.

D'you wish
they were here?

Not at this precise moment,
no.

Well, at this rate,

we'll soon be adding
to their number.

Everyone is at your beck and call--

myself included.

My love, the confinement
is months away.

And I intend to lavish
the best possible care upon you.

And as for
this young man...

Come and meet
Aurelia.

Oh, Papa,
thank you!

Okay, ready?

I also have a surprise
for you.

And what
might that be?

A masked ball,

in this house,

to which the cream
of London society will flock.

My dear,
recollect how many times

your invitations have not found
the favor they deserve.

And now they have.

This will be
a charity ball,

in aid
of the foundling hospital.

Oh!

I see.

Well, in that case...

Could there be a better way

of announcing our return
to London?

Faster!

Now,

for my next trick...

First thing tomorrow
we'll visit your tailor.

I have no tailor.

I've engaged one.

The finest!Naturally.

My love, this is London.

One is required
to look the part.

What part is that?

One half of
the handsomest couple in town.

No wonder you stay so long in London.

Life's all pleasure.

Excellent, a charity ball.

Is George aspiring
for sainthood now?

Are we to go?

Would you deprive him
the pleasure

of taking money from us?

Oh, Lord, I'm so tired,
I could sleep for a week.

What if I have other plans
for you?

Granted,
it don't look like much now.

But there's
a stream close by.

And Sawle have need
of a blacksmith.

This blacksmith?

All in good time.

Cap'n Ross did once say,
"Work is the thing.

"Not drink, not despair.

"But build a thing,
mend a thing,

"and even if there's hell
in your heart,

at the end of the day,
ye'll feel better."

So let's build.

My daughter-in-law has always been unstable.

Lately she has become
more erratic than ever,

and... I must tell you,

I fear for the children.

You agree it will be best
for all concerned,

that when the child is born,
she be removed from this house

and committed to an asylum.

Yes, your ladyship.

I was saying
to Dr. Behenna,

we must hope for a boy.

Girls are of no use
to anyone.

I wonder if you realize
how fortunate you are?

Without the kindness
of the Whitworths,

you'd be nothing
but a common governess.

I was never in my life
more happy

than when I was
a governess.

London suits you.

And will shortly be at your feet.

Tomorrow,
the Warleggan party.

Have you decided
what you'll wear?

My best gown,
the one I wore to your wedding?

Oh, that won't do at all.

Don't despair.

I have a solution.

I mean to have you worshipped
by all who set eyes on you.

Oh, I don't think
I'd like that.

My dear,
we both know it happens

whether you like itor not.

Hm.

That's a very pretty
petticoat.

Shall I wear my nightshirt

to keep you company?Oh, Ross, don't tease me.

Caroline had it alteredfor me.

Do you really hate it?

Shall I wear my old gowninstead?

And be miserable
all night?

I could never be miserable.

You know how happy I am.

Why's that?

Mmm, because of you.

Because of us.

And... how it's been since
we came to London.

Perhaps you'd consider
a longer stay.

We could send
for the children,

find more spacious
lodgings.

Oh, Ross,
you really mean it?

Yes.

I'd like it
beyond anything.

And for what it's worth...

I like the gown.

Whoa!

Ah.

Sir?

Captain and Mrs. Poldark.

Well, he could have
saved himself the expense

and donated it all
to charity, but...

That would defeat
the object.

CAROLINE:Demelza.

You look wonderful.

Admiral and Mrs. Bannister.

You must be glad to have her
with you at last.

Yes.

You couldn't know...

I scarcely knew myself
at the time,

but...

In the aftermath of...
a certain event,

I thought to put distance
between myself and Demelza.

To try to make sense
of it all.

And did you?

In part.

But distance creates
as many problems

as it solves.Don't I know it.

And now I think,

what will serve us better
is to spend more time together.

So despite everything,
here we are.

You know
how she loves a party.

Oh, the foundling hospital has long being dear

to my heart...

And my wife's,
of course.

When one thinks of those poor,
fatherless, abandoned infants.

Elizabeth is with child?

Had you not heard?

Of course--
why would you?

Who's that?

That is the scandalous

Captain Monk Adderley.

My dear,
you're a veritable goddess,

and George is blessed
amongst men.

And, I assure you,

is entirely sensible
of his good fortune!

Whatever you do,
do not take him seriously.

Who's that with Poldark?

His kitchen maid.

Now his wife.

The hair's a touch provincial,
but the rest is good.

Doubtless she's been dressed
in London.

Then she must be undressed
in London.

Have you ventured,
yourself?

My tastes are more refined.

But if you have
the stomach...

Drommie, viens!

There's a fellow
I'd like you to meet.

My dear Poldark!

May I present my ward,
Miss Andromeda Page.

Delighted.

And this must be
Mrs. Poldark.

Enchanté.

Shall we?

I'm as hungry
as a cannibal.

Shall we seek
some refreshment?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir,
I'm engaged.

To whom?My husband.

My dear,
let me advise you,

it is simply not the thing
in London

for married couples
to eat together.

Oh.

I didn't,
I didn't know.

Your husband knows
the form.

Ross!

Captain Adderley seems

ferocious for food.

Shall we eat together?

By all means.

So you find me ferocious.

Is it my reputation
which alarms you?

I don't know of your reputation,
sir.

Two things I like best.

To fight
and to make love.

With the same person?

No.

But on the same day.

One whets the appetite
for the other.

Bear up,
it will soon be over.

I assure you,
I'm having a splendid time.

Not fearing
for Mrs. Coves's quinsy

or Nan Bartle's
scarlet fever?

My locum is an excellent man.

Well, some of the tabbies
have been doubting

I actually have a husband.

I must be allowed to flaunt you
for all you're worth.

Admiring my buttons?

Observe in each
a lock of hair.

A token from Miss Page?

A Lieutenant Framfield.

And a Captain Polger.

Both dispatched in a duel.

Mmm.

Of course,
there have been others.

But one does not usually linger
to collect souvenirs.

Is not the punishment
for dueling hanging?

I plead benefit of clergy.

Are you a clergyman?

A cleric.

I read and write.

Ah, here's Poldark,
with my little Drommie.

Delicious body.

Drommie's, I mean.

Though I venture Poldark's
has much to recommend it.

Are you not afraid for your wife?

Not in the least.

She's a miner's daughter.

Lord, how mortifying.

Not for me.

I view her heritage

with nothing but pride.

But how can you be sure
she won't disgrace herself?

Being one
of the vulgars?

Are we not all vulgars?

Do we not all share
the same needs, hungers, pains?

Just what my father
would have said.

But then he was a merchant.

Challenged me
to a duel once.

I refused.

On the grounds
that he wasn't a gentleman.

Mrs. Poldark,

shall we take a turn?

Yes, if you like.

How are you, Demelza?

I thank you, I'm well.

And yourself?

Surviving.

You're enchanting.

You're very kind.

As I hope you will be
when we're finally alone.

I shall wait upon you.

When will your husbandbe out?

When I am.

Adderley.

You must return
to Miss Page.

She's missing
your attentions.

Do you know, Poldark,

there's only one person
I ever take instructions from?

That is myself.

Ross,

Captain Adderley
has kindly suggested

he wait on us.

Which would be delightful,
would it not?

But perhaps we should meet
elsewhere?

For... for tea,

or for cards.

An excellent thought.

Ross, Mrs. Gower's asking
for you.

I shall send a note,
Captain Adderley.

Confirming arrangements.

Shall we say Thursday?

Did she bite?

Nibbled.

I doubt that-- she's a virtuous woman.

And within a week,

she will not be
a virtuous woman.

Care to wager on it?

100 guineas to ten?

Longer odds
I'm not prepared to offer,

for if you win,
you'll have all the fun.

No.

I perceive that if I win,

it's you who'll be
the more satisfied.

Captain Adderley's
a strange creature.

I think I'm a little afearedof him.

Then why agree
to see more of him?

Did I do wrong?

I'd no wish
to be discourteous.

Caroline said not to take him
seriously.

Well, after Thursday,

let's hope we've seen
the last of him.

Ah.

Here's Papa
on his throne.

Is he a king?

Of the most tiresome
constituency in Britain.

Wilbraham refuses
to resign his seat.

So you cannot replace him
with Adderley,

nor direct him
to vote as you wish.

Precisely,
and here...

40 of the
poorest rate-payers

presume to demand favors
in exchange for their votes.

Well, I've no intention
of pandering to them.

I'm tempted to demolish
their hovels altogether.

That would not be popular.

Unless you housed them
elsewhere.

Outside the borough?

And no longer able
to hold me to ransom.

Some derelict cottages,

bought for a pittance,
cheaply repaired?

Then no one could accuse me
of inhumanity.

In fact, you could argue you're
actually improving their lot.

Mama should've been
a politician.

What are the chances?

That's my lucky number.

Captain Adderley...Monk!

That name seems not apt
for a man of your disposition.

You have an agile tongue.

Which I shall know what to do
with in due course.

Next week,

there is bound to be
a late sitting in the House.

Will you be present?

God forbid!

But your husband will.

Which is most convenient.

For us.

ROSS:Does Adderley suppose
I shall stand by

and watch him cuckold me?

Do you think
he has the slightest chance?

Ross?

No, I imagine not.

But you do imagine.

Because of Hugh,

you have all manner
of suspicion.

As if I would even look twice
at such a man as Adderley!

Then make it clear

that you would not.How?

By not allowing him
to paw every bone in your arm

from wrist to shoulder.

Ross, what am I to do?

I'm in London
for the first time,

unacquainted
with its ways.

A man pays me compliments,

an educated, well-bred
member of Parliament.

Do I turn my back
and refuse to answer?

Or do I smack his face
or spit on his shoe?

Forgive me.

That was unfair of me.

Yes, it was.

It won't happen again.

First a pocket borough,
now a pocket MP.

Roger Wilbraham
resigned?

He did not.

But in exchange
for certain inducements,

he has agreed to vote
as I direct.

And at a cheaper rate
than I would have paid Adderley.

Papa is very clever.

He most certainly is.

No, choose these.

Oh, Ross, how lovely!

Larks-heel,

mignonette,
love-lies-bleeding,

and some I've never seen before.

Perhaps you should read
the note.

Captain Adderley?

Shall I throw them
in the gutter?

Oh, you think?

Could we not keep 'em?

As you wish.

I only thought it would be a sin
to waste 'em.

But now I wonder, did it give
Ross the wrong notion?

Ross is no fool.

He could hardly feel threatened
by an idiot like Adderley.

You think?There's no comparison.

For instance,
at this very moment,

where is Ross?In the House.

Exactly.

Doing his duty
at an important vote.

Whereas Adderley will be making
a nuisance of himself

in some disreputable
establishment or other.

Welcome, my dear.

You've kept me waiting,
but no matter.

The pleasure will be
all the greater.

How did you...?Mrs. Parkins.

I said I was your brother.

I'm sorry, Captain Adderley,

but...

I must ask you to leave.

I see my flowers have pride
of place.

Captain Adderley,
I'm a married woman.

Oh, yes, I'm quite aware.

And I've stationed a man
outside,

who'll delay your husband
long enough to let me

slip away.

So...

shall we come to the matter?

Or would you prefer
to converse awhile?

Shall we talk of...

The men I've killed?

Or the women I've loved?

Must we speak of love at all?

Oh, I think so.

For I intend to instruct you
most delicately in it.

You see?

How swiftly I arouse you?

You flatter yourself.Do I?

Let me assure you,

this is no trivial fancy.

I find you...

utterly bewitching.

Tell me,

do you cry out
when a man takes you?

I must ask you to leave.

Have you ever had another man
besides your husband?

Sir! Are you a gentleman?I hope so!

Then forgive me--
I am unsure of London manners,

but is it not
a gentleman's duty

to withdraw
when a lady asks him?

Only when the gentleman
has already been in.

Mrs. Parkins will show you out.

May I wait on you
some other time?

I think not.

I see.

It's not me you're afraid of,
but your husband.

Does he beat you?Frequently.

When his arm gets tired,
tell him to send for me.

Good night.

Ma'am.

You think I encouraged him.

Do you think you encouraged him?I don't know, Ross.

Since the ball,
I can't rightly say

if anything I do
is right or wrong.

What must I do, Ross?

How must I behave?

You know very well
how to behave.

Sir, you'll risk losing
your seat.

Would you guard it for me?Certainly.

This seat is bespoke.

Well, now it is.

You're a relative novice,
Poldark,

so let me advise you:

there's no such thing
in the House

as "my seat."

Is there such a thing
as "my gloves"?

Because you appear to be sitting
on them.

My dear, you're mistook.

Why would I wish to touch
any of your worn possessions?

I do beg your pardon.

My gloves were indeed
beneath you.

Or was it
the other way around?

Sir, the insult you paid me in the House

was of a nature
which brooks no apology.

I therefore desire you
to meet me

at dawn in Hyde Park
on Thursday

with a brace of pistols.

My second will be
John Craven,

and I desire
this matter be kept secret...

"...kept secret for reasons
which will be plain to you."

Well, it's absurd!

Over a brief skirmish
in the House?

Obviously you'll ignore it.

I've already accepted.

Ross, are you mad?

The man's a renowned duelist.
He's killed five men!

So have I.In a duel?

With pistols?

I will practice tomorrow.

Of course you know
why I'm here.

To ask me to be your second?
I accept.

Thank you.

Because then I have the right
to use my best endeavors

to have this whole sorry
nonsense called off.

On what grounds
would you agree to withdraw?

Ross, for God's sake!

Does Demelza know?No.

Nor must Caroline.

Tomorrow I plan a day
of distractions.

Demelza will be so tired,

she'll sleep late
the morning after.

Ross, I beg you,
reconsider.

These affairs
can never be hushed up.

And if your involvement
is even suspected,

you would lose
everything.

The entire situation

is absurd.

Do you think you could persuade
Adderley to withdraw?

Do you think you could persuade
Poldark?

Ross, you must take
Demelza home.

We've completely
exhausted her.

Yes, quite right.

I spoke with Craven.

Adderley will not withdraw.

If anything,
he's more stubborn than you.

I could have told you
that.

Ross, go to him.

Tell him you've no interest
in false heroics.

You're a veteran
of the American War.

If he calls you a coward,
people'll only laugh at him.

Sleep well?

Like a baby.

Knowing that my dearest friend
is about to indulge in an act

of utter madness.

Let's not overdramatize,
Dwight.

But if his aim is

better than mine--

which is likely--

may I ask that you
and Caroline take care

of Demelza
and the children?

There is still time to come
to an accommodation.

As God is my judge,

thought you'd scuttled back

to Cornwall.

Captain Adderley,

no one knows
of this encounter

but ourselves.

You have nothing to lose
and everything to gain

by looking on it
as a superficial quarrel

not worthy of bloodshed.

Shake hands,

you both go home
to a hearty breakfast.

Very well.

If Captain Poldark
will apologize now

and undertake to send me
a written apology

couched
in suitable terms...

I might consider it.

Though I should think very ill
of him if he did.

Well?

Ross?

My only regret is that
I apologized in the first place.

We're wasting time.

It must all be over
before the city wakes.

Have you your pistols,
gentlemen?

Forgive me, my love.

Ross?

It's time.

A moment.

No one knows of this duel
but we four?

Yes.

So if I should wound
or kill you,

I shall waste no time
inquiring after your health,

but shall ride away
as fast as I can.

If by mischance
you should injure me,

I suggest you do likewise.

And the injured party's
been set upon

by footpads.Agreed.

I should hate to languish
in jail

for shedding your blood,
my dear.

Gentlemen.

If you please.

14 paces.

I shall count.

One, two, three

four, five, six,

seven,

eight, nine, ten,

11, 12,

13,

14.

Attend.

Present.

Fire!

Enough!

Honor is satisfied!

Lay down your pistols

and go home now.

Ross!

Adderley, is he...CRAVEN:
Dr. Enys! Help me!

Go! Go to him, go.

Get something around your arm or you'll bleed to death.

Blasted pistols.

Damn near missed you
altogether.

Where's Craven gone?

To get a carriage.

You get off, Poldark,
that's what we agreed.

I'll stay
till the carriage comes.

You idiot!

No time for heroics.

Wish I'd shot your head off.

Can you ride home?

Then go--
Adderley's right.

Craven might come back
with the watch.

I'll stay
till the carriage arrives.

Damn you, Poldark.

Damn and blast you
to all eternity.

Adderley?

Hold this.

I'll come with you.

And I.

No-- fair is fair.

Conditions have been
observed.

Go home and send
for a physician.

Can you manage?

I'll come to you presently.

Up.

Ross.

Get away from this place.

The watch will be here
any minute.

Under the arms,quickly.

Judas! Ross!

Drink this.

Dwight!

Adderley-- how is he?

I extracted the ball--
it was lodged in the groin.

Will he live?

Demelza,fetch me some water.

DWIGHT:The ball's hit a splinter
off the radius.

I'll have to take that piece
of bone out.

Demelza, have you brandy?

Forget the brandy--
do what you must.

As you wish.

Stay very still.

Stay still!

It's done.

Demelza, you look as if
you would faint.

Pour yourself a brandy.

To the prime minister.

Requesting an audience.

But how could you ever hope
for such a thing?

Because, my dear,
he's in need of votes.

And I now have two
to place at his disposal.

Though I suppose I must now
break the bad news to Adderley.

That he must keep
to his less lucrative seat

in Shropshire?

He has a strong constitution.

I daresay he'll cope.

Why did Ross do this?

You know men and their codes
of honor.

Ross would have lost respect
had he not fought.

And what else might he
have lost?

His family?

His career, his life?

Is this my fault?

Did they not quarrel
over me?

Ross and I were happy.

I was, I was excited--
everything was new,

but...

Maybe I was freer
than I should have been.

Maybe I'm too free everywhere,
my, my manners too open.

Jeez, why did I come?My dear,

you might visit London 20 times
without this happening.

Take heart it's no worse.

Stay here.

It may be the watch.

Adderley is dead.

Dear God!Oh, Judas!

He's given out

that he was practicing
in the park with pistols

and accidentally shot himself.

He asked Craven
to write

that you were a damned fool
to stay in the park

until the carriage came,
for now there is a witness.

Adderley paid him ten guineas
to stop his mouth.

Therefore now owe
Adderley that sum.

He wishes for the debt

to be paid
to George Warleggan

in settlement of a wager.

Concerning myself?

He does not say.

Why the somber looks?

Did somebody die?

"Death by misadventure"?

So an accident.

Of course not!

The inquest verdict must
and will be overturned.

On what grounds?

On the grounds
that he was murdered.

In a duel.

By Ross.Do we know this?

What we know
is that Ross is wounded

and confined
to his chamber.

What further proof is required?

Why has he not been arrestedalready?

And yet...

Forgive me, dear.

I've as much wish as you

to see justice done,

but has anyone actually
accused Ross of anything?

Did Adderley?No!

He claimed his wounds
were self-inflicted.

And that his great friend
Craven

"just happened
to be passing."

And that Enys was miraculously
strolling in the park

at the same ungodly hour.

Then what more
can be said?The carriage driver.

What attempts have been made
to trace him?My dear.

Why do you care?

There's nothing
to be done.

As I understand it,
once a verdict has been reached,

it cannot be overturned.

No.

Unless there is fresh evidence.

You will find me two men

who are willing
to undertake inquiries

of a clandestine nature.

There will be
a significant reward.

Dr. Behenna believes
you have suffered greatly

since your miscarriage.

He's mistaken.

I believe it was
for the best.

I could not have loved
the child.

I would have been prevented
from loving it.

It would have been taken
from me

as John Conan has been.

Dr. Behenna believes
you have lost your wits

and has arranged for you
to go to a place

where they can be recovered.

How very kind of him,
ma'am.

You know who that is?

Sir John Mitford?

The attorney general.

My uncle and he were
at the Inns of Court together.

Introduce me.

GEORGE:And what do you make
of this sad demise

of one of our most promising
young politicians,

Captain Monk Adderley?

A particular friendof ours.

And to think of his being
so callously murdered...

I believe the verdict

was "misadventure."Yes, my dear,

but no one actually
believes that.

Oh, you mean this, um,

this story of a duel?

Yes, what's
the other fellow's name?

Poldark.

A despicable creature.

Right,
but then so was Adderley.

A pity they didn't kill each
other, eh?

Well, sir,
they did not.

And, and, and should Poldark
now go free,

without even being charged?

My dear, can you expect
Sir John

to pursue every criminal
in the land?

In any case,
there's no suggestion

this... Poldark fellow
didn't shoot him in fair fight.

Dueling is illegal,
sir.

The law decrees
it differs not one jot

from ordinary murder.

Yes, as it happens, sir,
I am acquainted with the law.

If a man is killed
in a duel,

his opponent shall be indicted
for murder.

The law, however,
demands evidence.

Rumor and suspicion are
notoriously unreliable

when they go
into the witness box.

When you have more to go on
than drawing-room gossip,

do let me know.

Well, my friend,

it appears you will not
after all be challenging Tholly

to a hook fight.

Oh, Dwight,
thank God!

But if you'll take my advice--

as soon as you're fit to travel,

return to Cornwall.

The law could still move
against you

if witnesses come to light.

But it will easier do so here
than 300 miles away.

Heed him, Ross.

I appreciate your concern.

But?

If I flee, it will seem
to confirm my guilt

so I'll remain here.

Hello?

What's this I hear?

Uncle Ross has been shooting off
his own hand?

It appears
I'm not the only Poldark

who knows how to misbehave.

Morwenna?

Good riddance.

Drake?

I came because...

I want to explain...

why I shunned you
after Osborne died.

It was too soon.

I see that now.

No matter how unhappy you were,
he was your husband...

He was an animal...

Who...

Who abused me
in every possible way.

I was nothing to him

but an object
to satisfy his lust.

So when he died,
and you came to me...

All I could see was a man.

And all that we had with each other,

all that was beautiful,

and all that was true,

was turned in my mind
to baseness.

So I cannot look on love...

on carnal love
without revulsion.

If your hands touched me,

I would think
of his hands.

If you kissed me,
I would think of his mouth.

And the thought of...

And the thought of flesh,
any flesh, against my own...

Forgive me.

Forgive me, I can never...

Morwenna!

Anything?

Every time,

he wriggles off the hook.

Is our happiness contingent
on his demise?

Or your rise contingent
on his fall?

This came for you.

The prime minister'soffice.

He will meet me next week.

And I will know

what price to name
for my two votes.

The right to address my wife
as Lady Warleggan.

A knighthood?

And in a few years,

a baronetcy,
which my son will inherit.

Ah.

This is a pleasant
family scene.

How was the museum,my love?

Most diverting, Mama.

The mummies especially!

Perhaps next time,
I can take Valentine.

Valentine, leave Aurelia now, it's time for your supper.

I think he's going
to fight a duel!

GEOFFREY CHARLES:Lord.

Why have I never noticed
this before?

What?

Is he not the very spitting
image of Uncle Ross?

Faster, Valentine.

Faster.

Poor Horace wonders why he must be abandoned.

Poor Horace knows

that I've already stayed
longer than intended

and must return
to my patients.

Horace wonders why Dr. Enys
cannot find it in his heart

to love London as he does.

Horace knows that he and I
are of different breeds.

At times,
our habits coincide.

At others, they do not.

Is this not what we chose

when we pledged ourselves
to each other?

Perhaps Horace will return to
Cornwall sooner than he thought.

Perhaps he will.

I knew it was too soon
to be out and about.

Folks would've forgot
if you'd stayed out of sight,

but now...

Shall we take some refreshments?

I must speak with George.No, Ross.

Ross, no, I think this might
not be the time.

I promised Adderley.

George!

As you may know,

I had a meeting
with your friend...

Captain Adderley.

And before he died,
he asked me to convey a message.

Concerning?

The sum of ten guineas.

I understand he made some wager
with you, which he lost.

He requested

that I pay you
on his behalf.

I cannot imagine...

What's happened?

Is there something
I can do?

No, Ross.

There's nothing you can do.

Ross...No.

No, what?I have no idea

why George was so vicious
towards me.

'Tis not what I wanted to ask.

What, then?

Whether you truly feel safe.

From the law, I mean.

I feel safe.

And your arm?

Is mending.

It will all seem better
in the morning.

Demelza?

My dearest Ross,

by the time you read this,
I will be gone.

Dwight is returning
to Cornwall,

and I'm going with him.

I'm out of my depth
in London society.

My wish to be friendly
and polite

was taken by some
to mean something more.

It was even taken by you
to mean something more.

I'm going home.

To your house and your farm

and your mine
and your children.

And when you return,

we'll see if there's anything
to be done.