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Missus! Missus!

Captain?

Anyone around?

Prudie!

- Oh. What's it say? - Morning, missus.

What shall we have, world news or local gossip?

No, I know. Market prices. Read me the market prices.

- I were just... - I know what ee were just.

George Rundell from Sawle rode by and said to give this to Captain Poldark.

- Read me the market prices. - I be not literate. Ee knows that.

Ee be a great play-actor, I'll give ee that.

- Give him what? - Morning, Captain.

- Bit early, even for you. - He spent the night in Sawle.

He told Prudie he'd be back by eight o'clock and not a minute later.

- I got held up. - Aye, by how many?

By the look of you, you spent the night in a ditch.

George Rundell said to give you this, Cap'n.

I stayed up hoping not to miss you.

- And that's the truth! - What devotion.

He put a ring round the bit that he wanted you to read.

Thank you, Jud. Go out and brush yourself down.

I done me duty.

And that's something no man can tell a woman.

Poor hard-done-by old wreck.

Imbecile.

- Ross. - Yes?

- Know what today is? - No.

You do know. I'm regular as the moon.

- Where the devil is this piece? - Ross.

- What? - Listen to me. It's important.

- I've missed the second month. - You missed?

Oh.

- Oh. - Don't know why you're surprised.

Been nothing else since you come back.

I should have guessed. I knew there was something.

- If you don't know, who does? - You complaining?

- Not me. You? - I'm delighted.

- Boy or girl? - Girl. But not another like you.

- One Demelza is more than I can handle. - What a lovely thing to say.

What a lovely thing to do.

Breakfast, love.

Come on, woman. We've a day to begin.

Prudie!

Demelza. Come and look at this.

News of an action. Dwight's ship.

- I'd like Dwight to attend you. - If he's back.

I must get news of him. I promised Caroline.

Ross.

- Are you well? - Blooming, am I not?

- Some refreshment. - Brandy.

A brandy for Captain Poldark.

How is your uncle?

No better.

- You have news? - Yes.

Thank God. I see a scarecrow in my mirror. Ridiculous.

There was a battle off the French coast last week.

The western squadron.

- Dwight? - One ship was lost. The Travail.

Drink.

Listen, Caroline, she was not sunk.

She was wrecked off the French coast. A gale.

- There's a report in this. - Much nicer to be wrecked than sunk.

It says she was seen to beach, so there will be survivors.

- Does it say if there are? - It's a brief report. We must wait.

- Wait? - Caroline, he may be a prisoner.

It's the waiting I can't stand.

I have to know if he's alive.

I'm sorry, Ross. I've not been myself lately.

I can see that.

What can I do? I can't leave. I'm tied to a dying man.

- I'll find out. - How?

There are ways.

Don't just speak to comfort me, Ross. That would be unkind.

If you do offer, I shall rely on you.

# My saviour high

# Though the storm of life me pass

# Safe into... #

Look.

Come on.

- Demelza said not to. - 'Tis a mile less this way.

- Mantraps. - I'll keep a lookout.

- No. - My shoulder's fair cracking.

- Warleggan's keepers. - They can't be everywhere.

Them keepers got guns.

- I got no sprawl to move yet. - Come on.

All right, you old woman.

I suppose.

Shh.

This way.

I say, what's this?

It might be from a ship. Come on.

- What's it doing here? - I don't know.

Look. Someone's just been here.

Who's there?

Who's there? Come on.

- How you doing? - What are you doing?

- Are you my stepfather's men? - No, sir, if you mean Mr Warleggan.

This is private property. You can be locked up for trespass.

Beg pardon. We be carrying that to make a new roof beam for our meeting house.

We meant no harm.

'Tis a short cut, ma'am. You'll explain to young Mr Warleggan?

- My name's not Warleggan. - Beg pardon again.

My name is Poldark.

If your name is Mr Poldark, young sir, maybe you'll forgive us.

For we're related to Captain Ross Poldark.

Why, so am I!

Captain Poldark's wife, Mistress Demelza Poldark, be our sister.

Mon Dieu, c'est incroyable!

Geoffrey Charles, we need more flowers.

This is heavy.

Two fields over there is a public path. Please do not loiter.

Thank you, ma'am.

There are keepers in the field mending a fence. They will soon be gone.

Thank you, ma'am.

Geoffrey, we'll be late for dinner.

She's left her bluebells.

You see, La Fontaine is telling us the grass is greener on the other side.

Oh, flowers!

There's a note. It says \x22Miss Morwenna\x22. It's in an atrocious hand.

The impertinence!

Governess, where did your nice flowers come from?

Um...from the woods, Miss Poldark.

We'll put them in water in the school room, Geoffrey. Excuse us, Miss Poldark.

# Jesus, lover of my soul

# Let me to thy bosom fly

# While the nearer waters... #

- Morning, sir. God's blessing on ee. - You are new here!

Yes, sir. We're the Methodist connection.

'Tis proper we attend church. We decided yours was most fit.

Indeed!

They're very late!

Morning, Jud.

- Careful. - Ah, my relatives.

'Tis not right to sit mum in God's house. We must praise Him! All together!

# Lord, I believe a rest remains

# To all Thy people known

- Shh! - # A rest where pure enjoyment reigns

# And Thou art loved alone

# I rest where all our souls' desire

# Is fix'd on things above Where fear... #

What is going on? Has the service begun?

- No, Mr Warleggan. - What's that singing?

A newcomer, sir. Canting Methodists. Utterly lacking in respect.

- Rise! - Sing up for our friends!

# Oh that I now the rest may know

# Believe and enter in

# Now, Saviour, now Thy power bestow

# And let me cease from sin #

When a wicked man turneth away from the wickedness that he hath committed,

and doeth that which is lamul and right,

he shall save his soul alive. Amen.

Dearly beloved brethren...

Yes, Mr Warleggan. I shall, I shall indeed.

Go to the kitchen. Cook has a basket your family.

Thank you, Mrs Poldark.

Warleggan.

Poor, starveling worm.

- You know who these Methodists are? - Miners? Fishermen?

I don't mean that. The ringleaders are Demelza Poldark's brothers.

- Yes? - Well, don't you see?

- See what? - Don't you want to see?

My dear, thy people are my people, thy God my God.

The sect was dying out before he brought them here.

They are poor fanatics who bawl hymns.

It starts with hymns, it ends with revolution.

Jack's as good as his master before the Lord. It's treason.

We're at war with a country governed by such doctrines.

Such a mob burned our house down and once more, Ross Poldark is behind it.

- Their sister might have brought them. - The man is the master.

Any gentleman would have sent them packing.

True, who'd like to be disgraced by such relations?

Exactly. He sent them to that church to defy me.

Well, if he wants to fight through them, so shall I.

- You sent for me, sir? - You came to my church yesterday.

You sang and chatted as if it were an alehouse!

God's act, sir. We did but sing a hymn.

You show brazen contempt for authority!

We attend church as Mr Wesley said.

That renegade preacher!

We do love and worship Christ, that's all.

Well, yes, so you do.

I'm sorry if we displeased Mr Warleggan.

'Tis nothing to do with Mr Warleggan! It is my church you dishonoured!

I'm bound to tell ee, sir, 'tis not such a wonderful church.

- Then keep away! - Women gossiping, men haggling.

'Tis Satan, not God, is in 'em!

Satan is in you!

Sir, I shall pray for ee every day of my life!

- I forbid you to enter my church. - Sir, be that possible?

- I shall forbid my flock to listen to you! - Where shall we go to church then?

- Go back where you came from! - I bid ee good day, sir.

You will not preach your vile doctrines here!

We shall preach the word, sir. We built up our meeting house.

Come along, sir. God's light is for you as for all sinners.

- Yes? - Two men is here, sir.

- Show them in. - I don't like the look of them, sir.

I don't think they like the look of you, either. Show them in.

I'll stay here, just in case.

- You'll do no such thing. Show them in! - Yes, sir.

Harris! Harris Pascoe! What the devil are you doing out this far?

Looking at property for a client. I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone.

I'm delighted to see you. Demelza is out, everyone is, except Jud and me.

- Can I offer you something? - No, perhaps later.

You asked me listen for news of France.

Of Dwight Enys, yes. I've offered a reward, I asked a number of people.

I have something for you. John Trelawney, a seaman in the French trade.

- Trade? - What would we do without contraband?

Be that as it may, he was in Roscoff.

He learnt that the Travail went aground along that coast.

I know that. Is that all he knows?

Let him tell you himself.

Come in, John.

Good God, man. What happened to you?

Show him, John.

John and his brother Dan were arrested on suspicion

and locked in a barn with 50 others.

- Women and kids, mostly. - The barn caught fire.

- It was done deliberate, sir. - Dan died. He was 15.

Dear God, I'm sorry.

I never knew it was that bad. I'd heard tales but our ships still trade over there.

Greed for gain is stronger than fear.

Trelawney, did you learn anything else? Were there prisoners?

I don't know, sir.

They let ee come and go but ask questions and ee be a dead 'un.

- Yes. Thank you. - Wait outside, John.

Jud! See that Mr Trelawney has some refreshment.

- Thank you, sir. - Yes, sir.

This way, sir.

Can men born of women do such things?

- You fought in the American War. - Oh, yes.

Yes. I saw what savage Indians can do

but this is civilised France, a few miles across the Channel.

- It is what war makes of men. - And revolution.

A revolution you and I hailed at first as being the dawn of liberty.

Alas, the butchers have taken over.

Maybe they always will.

I'll support Trelawney financially. He endangered himself at my instigation.

At mine, Harris! It should be at my charge! I am responsible!

Very well. But I didn't bring him to claim recompense or to reproach you.

- I came to warn you. - Warn me?

You see what happens to those who ask questions in France.

- It isn't worth it, Ross! - I must help Caroline Penvenen.

- There's a limit to what you can do! - Is there?

That is what I feared, if you cannot find what you seek through others,

you'll do something foolhardy yourself! I know you!

I can't tell Caroline to forget Dwight.

Brave girl but all nerves, like every thoroughbred.

- Think of your wife and child! - I've promised Caroline.

Well, I can say no more.

Your account prospers, by the way. Call in at the bank.

- When are you next in Truro? - I'm coming in for the Whit Fair!

- Hey! - Well done!

- For the war, sir. - The war, eh?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Where are you? Where are you, you bastard?

- Ha! Steel, is it? - Go home!

I'll swing for ee first!

Oh!

Let go!

- Clear off! - Let go, will you?

Why, young Cap'n Poldark!

Bartholomew Tregirls! I suppose you'd been at his wife?

- You haven't changed neither, Captain! - I'll buy you a drink!

Well, been a long time!

Eleven years, when the regiment came back from America.

You were a young devil in them days, you were!

- I thought you'd be dead by now. - I've seen enough of it!

But come up smiling!

Well, sit down here.

- Why have I not seen you? - I went to sea, I did.

- And now? Drink! - Trading.

- What sort of trade? - This and that.

- Can I sell you a bull pup? - No. Do you ever trade at sea?

Maybe. Can I sell you a horse?

Maybe. Ever go across to France?

That's asking, that is.

I got a splendid mare, only three year old.

- Here's to ee. - To your health, Tholly.

- I'm interested in France. - Are ye?

- You're wed, I suppose? - Married, one son.

I follows me fancy. Come here, girlie.

- You like me? - France, Tholly!

Look, I've got a silver in here! Do you want to have a look at him?

When are you going to France?

Now, I'll show you Judith.

Damn your women.

Come see Judith. Come on.

If you buy me one, I'll have one!

- Here, Judith. - This isn't a horse, it's a pony!

She'll grow. Fine stock.

Come on, boy.

- So, you're also a smuggler, eh? - Bit of everything.

Six or seven years old if she's a day.

You was ever one with an eye, horses or women.

- You used to speak a bit of French. - Still do.

- You can have her for 35 guineas. - Twenty.

I want information from France.

I can bring you spirits, scents, silks for the little wife.

Information.

The Frenchies leave me alone cos I mind my business and they mind theirs.

I want a pony for my wife. Help me, and I'll take her. 25 guineas.

I have no wish to leave my head in a basket.

That is carrying old acquaintance too far.

And 50 guineas for the job.

25 it is. For the beast.

- And the job? - I might be fool enough, one day.

- Where can I find you? - There's a lot of folks asking that.

I'll come and see you.

Maybe.

Look!

- Good day to ee both. - Hello!

Go for a stroll? Might I walk with ee?

Oh, yes. Did that roof beam fit?

- You must come see it sometime. - Can we, Wenna?

Geoffrey, I should hear your Latin lesson.

But we never do lessons when we're out.

Proper weather this, eh?

I wish I was dressed like you.

- You going to the Holy Well? - What's that?

You mean you do live here and you don't know?

I've heard of it. The Christian pilgrims once used it.

It is just there, beyond that point.

- Mr... - Carne. Drake Carne, Miss Chynoweth.

I don't think Geoffrey's mother would approve.

Why tell her? You said not to last time.

Geoffrey...

It would be a pity if you were not to come to this fine beach no more.

It is of historical interest.

Thank you, Mr Carne.

Come. It's this way.

Master Geoffrey.

Miss Chynoweth.

It's fresh water.

Lovely.

'Twas consecrated a thousand year gone.

'Tis a wishing well too.

- A wishing well? - Look.

Father, Son, Holy Ghost.

- I wished. - It's sacrilegious.

Oh no, it is a holy place.

Is this right?

Father, Son, Holy Ghost.

- I wished, Wenna. Guess what for. - You mustn't tell!

Go on, Wenna, you wish. Don't be a spoilsport.

Father, Son, Holy Ghost.

Wenna?

It gives me great pleasure to talk to you, Madame Pol...

- Dark! - Pol-dark.

- No, Poldark. - Poldark?

You must pardon, English names are...

I never catch French names either.

I'm the Vicomte de Maresi capitaine in the royal army of Fr!ance.

My friend is colonel. The Comte de Sombreuil.

I did not forget your name, madame.

Mademoiselle Penvenen speaks very warmly of your husband.

- I'm sure she does. - It was only your name I forgot,

your person is unforgettable.

Not to my husband.

Those damned doctors, none of them is any good.

- Dr Enys did you good. - Oh, Dr Enys, Dr Enys.

Why do you keep talking about him?

One damn quack's the same as another.

Pill pushers, setting themselves up as if they were gentlemen!

Don't tire yourself, uncle.

You want to worry less about doctors

and more about making a good marriage, my girl.

You know, she can have 10,OOO a year for the asking.

I'm so delighted to at last see England for myself.

There are so many stories that we know are not true,

that English food is bad, English ladies are cold...

Oh, it's the weather that's cold. We keep ourselves warm.

I know, I know.

Are you tempted to embrace the cause?

- Why not. - It is a good cause, Capitaine.

- Indeed. You should talk to Uncle Ray. - And be a good girl?

- May I accompany you, madame? - S'il vous pla�t.

Have you been here long?

Four weeks, Capitaine. We are seconded from the army in Holland.

- You fought in Holland last year. - For a while.

I know I can rely on your honour and your secrecy.

We are preparing for a military operation based on the south coast of England.

- What chance do you have? - We have the troops.

All we need is ships, weapons and gold.

English ships, weapons and gold.

- You speak ironically. - I believe I do.

- Our cause is yours, monsieur. - And our gold is yours.

My country today is drowning in blood. That has to be stopped.

Agreed. But not to put back useless kings and bloodsucking nobles.

Do you know who started the revolution?

Aristocrats, who thought as you do. I was one of them.

I'm sorry.

Unless it is stopped, it will end in a military dictatorship.

Either that will conquer you or you will occupy France.

- I don't want either and nor should you. - No.

And it is not a hopeless cause.

Thousands of royalists are fighting on in Brittany.

- And you'll land to join them? - And start a blaze

that will burn tyranny out of France.

Monsieur, we need gentlemen like you to press your government to support us.

- Will you? - Could be a disaster.

- Have you made a convert, M. le Comte? - I would like to.

Ross, M. le Comte says that if Dwight has been taken prisoner,

that he will be accorded the privileges of his rank.

You really think I will have news soon?

I hope so, mademoiselle.

I never believed in borrowing.

Now the country is borrowing money... to pay for this damn war.

Imagine that.

Great Britain living like a sponger.

Oh, where is it all going to end?

Where is it all going to end?

- Madame... - Shh.

Let him sleep.

Poor man. It's the nature of his illness.

What...beautiful flowers, madame.

How smooth those petals are.

Like the skin of a beautiful woman. Like yours, madame.

We use tired water in these parts. You should trade.

I've had interesting experiences with ladies...

I'm sure you've had a very busy four weeks.

I have learnt that it is better to be direct.

You always believe in coming to the point?

Madame, we understand each other.

If we don't now, we soon shall.

Very soon, madame. You are a divine creature!

- When and where shall we meet? - Meet?

To have delicious experiences together.

Oh, monsieur,

I must add something to your knowledge of English women,

by being the first, I'm sure,

to decline your kind offer.

Excuse me, I must talk to Demelza.

Were you just being kind to Caroline?

- Capitaine? - You said you had hopes for Enys.

What else could I say?

Could I say that last week in Brest British prisoners were stoned by the mob?

Could I tell her that this officer, who is obviously her lover, is probably dead?

Thank you, Demelza. And you, Ross.

Caroline...

I shall go to France.

- I don't want you to risk your life, Ross. - You want Dwight. I'll find him.

That Frenchie said he were dead.

He said \x22probably\x22.

You showed me the navy report. Dwight's ship was shot to pieces.

She was seen to beach.

And no one was seen to come ashore.

Nor would in that sea.

- Dwight is my best friend. - He's my friend too!

But he may be dead, and this one isn't.

There's little risk. Joe Nanfan's gone over on Trencrom's ship.

- Smugglers won't do it for you! - I'll be careful.

What about coming back with a cargo of contraband, that's a risk too!

- You might not get off! - Having a baby is a risk!

Then stay with me!

Oh, Ross, you got money. Use it.

Pay someone to go. Lots of men would do anything for money.

I'd found a cutthroat, Bartholomew Tregirls. But he's disappeared.

- Then wait. - Dwight may die if I wait too long.

- You should put me first! - I do!

- Then promise me you won't go! - I've already said I will!

Judas!

You'll do anything for anyone, except me.

- Look! What will Mother say? - Perhaps she won't see.

It's like a great church.

- We must go. - Will you come again?

- We shouldn't. - Why not?

Because of the enmity between your house and ours?

I know there's bad feeling. It's not my place to ask why.

- I have no bad feeling. - Nor have I.

You two be friends. Perhaps they will make it up.

The world's not like that, Geoffrey Charles.

Please, Drake, it must be terribly late.

- Where on earth were you? - On the beach.

Geoffrey Charles' shoe was soaked. You better give him a hot bath at once.

- Yes, Elizabeth. - How did that happen?

- Oh, we climbed to a cave... - You climbed?

- Do you forget that you are a lady? - No, cousin.

Yet you clamber about like a village whore and let my boy behave like a lout?

He's strong-willed, don't let him lead you.

- I don't, Elizabeth. - Remember my husband's position.

You have a place to maintain. Suppose you were seen!

- No one will see me do anything amiss! - I hope not!

Those caves are dangerous, you might have been cut off by the tide.

- I'm deeply sorry, cousin. - No! Being sorry is not enough!

You are responsible for my boy's safety.

You will not go to the beach again this year.

Joe Nanfan, master! I made him clean his boots!

Joe, glad to see you safe.

Aye, sir, we got in from Roscoff today. I got news.

Man. Is Dr Enys alive?

- I can't tell ee, sir. But look here. - Here.

The Travail beached here, near a town called Quimper.

Nearby is a fort, Fort Baton they call it. 'Tis full of English prisoners.

- He is there, if he's alive. - Who told you?

A Frenchie in Roscoff a merchant by the name of C!lisson.

- He speaks English. - Is there more?

I promised him 50 guineas for a list of prisoners.

- Good man. - I had to say 50 because of the danger.

'Tis bad in Roscoff. Everyone do spy on everyone else.

If you set one foot out of the town, or ask something suspicious, you'll be axed.

- Tell Trencrom I'm coming. Next trip. - I've already done that.

He says he won't risk his neck. He'll set you ashore, that's all.

- That's understood. - Except for me, I'll be with ee.

Good fellow. Here's for what you've done. There'll be more.

- 'Tain't for that, sir. - I know. I'll see to it.

Well, thank you, sir. I'll be off to fix it with Trencrom, then.

Clisson said 'tis bad at that fort. Them that don't get shot get starved.

You may be going a fool's errand.

Strange these boundaries were not legally drawn before.

The Poldarks didn't bother, sir.

No one can question my rights now. Nothing else?

Yes, Mr Warleggan. That meeting house.

- Oh, the Methodist place. - Yes, sir.

- They did a good job repairing it. - So I see.

Since they were forbid the church, they got a fair crowd going.

The church was three parts empty on Sunday.

Rank rebellion, sir. I looked it up - they be operating on an expired lease.

What's that?

Fell in four years ago.

They allege that Mr Francis Poldark told 'em to stay on.

He told them there was no new deed?

It was all word of mouth. Poldark-fashion, sir.

But word of mouth is no agreement.

'Tis if there be witnesses, sir,

and there were three of them heard Mr Francis say it.

- And you find that amusing? - Yes, sir.

For Mr Francis have died. So have two of the witnesses.

There be only Joe Nanfan left.

His word against ours.

And he'd stand no chance in court... against a gentleman.

I'll leave for Truro for the winter as soon as Valentine is well.

- He be sickly? - My wife says he'll be better in a week.

Get those heretics out by then.

- Morning, ma'am. - Good day, ma'am.

My husband is away. You ask for me?

- 'Tis you we wish to see, ma'am. - What can I do for you?

- You know about our meeting house? - Yes.

We thought, as Mr Francis Poldark had given us the land...

- Well? - And ye are his widow,

we thought ye'd see fair play.

I never knew he'd made this agreement.

- Do you doubt us? - That piece of land is not my property.

No, the heir be Mr Geoffrey Charles Poldark but he be underage.

You fancy yourself as an attorney?

No, ma'am, a simple sinner seeking God's grace.

- If you save our house... - You should not preach to me.

Sorry, ma'am.

You may feel your beliefs put you on an equal footing.

We're all equal before the heavenly throne.

Unfortunately for you, we live in a society which does not see it that way.

No, ma'am. But Jesus Christ be our master.

- Then what is it you want? - Justice, ma'am. Nothing more.

I am not my son's only guardian. Mr Warleggan decides these matters.

We asked but Mr Taggart said he were too busy.

- He is a busy man. - So we've come to see you.

Drake! What are you doing here?

Waiting for Sam. He's got business.

What's wrong? Are you afraid of Tom Harry?

I know you'll like me to pretend that. Our meetings were secret.

I meet whom I like.

- How's Miss Morwenna? - Bravely.

Why have you not been on the beach? I waited.

- We mustn't. - Oh?

It's all right. Nobody knows.

I do miss...both of ee.

Mother and Father are going to Truro for three months.

- Ee and Miss Morwenna? - Not us.

- Where do they let ee walk? - We're not allowed outside the grounds.

What's the matter? You do look sad.

I'm off before someone sees us.

Sir.

- Curse their impudence! - They asked politely and I saw them.

- Sneaking in when my back is turned. - They thought I'd have a softer heart.

- And have you? - It's a small piece of land.

Shouldn't we let them have it? It would make you popular.

Who wants to be popular with that rabble?

Francis gave his word, Joe Nanfan was there.

He says he was. He says that Francis gave his word.

- Did he ever tell you of this? - No, I don't remember.

If I believed every rogue that imagined claim to my property,

I'd soon be in the poorhouse.

- The other one, who was he? - Demelza's brother, the older one.

- Demelza. - He was very convincing.

He was coached and we can guess who coached him.

He still thinks this is Poldark land. Well...

he'll have to be taught that it is not.

Elizabeth, it would give me great joy

if you were to show the world where you stand in this.

This is my land and part of the inheritance of our son.

You are a joint trustee.

I want you to sign the order of eviction against these people,

it would show them just how much they were mistaken.

George never surprises me. Think of a mean thing and he does it.

- Your Elizabeth signed it. - She's not \x22my Elizabeth\x22.

I shall be away at least seven days. You must not worry.

Must I not?

Zacky knows what to do at the mine.

Jud's to dig a patch in the kitchen garden.

See he keeps at it.

The account books are in the study, with notes where needed.

- Why tell me all this? - Business matters.

- Oh. Well, since we're talking business... - Well?

Now George has evicted the Methodists, they've nowhere to go.

- The boys' cottage? - Too many now.

- They must build. - That's what they want.

- It's not my business. - Oh, yes, it is.

Sam and Drake have...have asked if they can build on our land.

- Oh, this is too much, now of all times. - You wanted to talk business.

I'm sick of your brothers.

They may be my brothers but I left you free to send them away.

I didn't want to talk of such things now but they came to me.

If they had self-respect, they'd have gone to anyone but us.

Who else has got land here? Anyway, it's not just them.

I've no sympathy for Methodism.

- It's all your old friends, Jud... - Jud! A Methodist?

- Joe Nanfan, Zacky Martin... - Zacky? That's his wife's doing.

At least someone listens to his wife.

- This is coercion. - What's that?

You don't want me to go. I'd do anything to please you.

- 'Cept stay. - I can't.

- Very well. - I have to go. I don't want to, I have to.

I'm gonna say goodbye to Jeremy.

I didn't wake Jeremy.

Tell him I'll come back from Roscoff with a toy for him, eh?

- My love to this one. - Oh, Ross.

Don't worry, I'll be careful.

Here, for Drake and Sam.

A bit of land near the mine.

They can use the stone from the old engine house.

You're only doing this cos you think you won't come back.

Does Clisson know this place?

'Twas he who fixed it.

They seem to like the revolution downstairs.

Some be for the revolution, some be doubtful.

Tell me which is more dangerous for you and the likes of us.

Somebody's firing off.

Sometimes all quiet, sometimes not.

- It don't do to ask why. - You'd better go now.

- Oh, I'll find a bed here. - One's enough for this job.

Go on.

As you say. Be aboard in time.

Trencrom won't wait for ee.

Jacques Clisson.

A votre service.

- Have you got the list? - You don't know what you ask.

2,OOO prisoners heavily guarded.

- Money talks. - So does Madame la guillotine.

- Have you done nothing? - Mais oui, but it take time.

Take enough time and all the prisoners will be dead.

- I have made a contact. - A guard?

Mais non, a clerk. The list are in the office, uh.

- Offer him 50 guineas. - Too small.

One must, er, feel one's way. Were it too soon...

It has to be soon. My ship sails in five days.

Well, 50 for him but, er, 50 is not enough for me.

- I have expenses. - 100 for you.

In advance?

I have no reason to trust you.

Nor I you, eh, monsieur?

- Uh, wait here for me. - How long?

- For as long as it take. - I cannot miss my ship.

That is your affair. If you want the names, you wait.

- Monsieur? - I'll take 12 rolls, er, douze.

- Oui. C'est bien, douze? - Delivered to mon bateau,

the Phoenix.

Pardon monsieur, vous avez dit le...

Er, s'il vous pla�t... deliver...pour moi...er...

Allow me, sir.

II faut livrer la soie tout de suite au bateau...

- The Phoenix. - Le Phoenix.

Oh, mais oui, certainement. Merci, monsieur.

Your servant, sir. Alexander Craig, merchant of this town.

Mr Craig. This is well met, I have heard much of you.

I intended to call on you tomorrow.

My name is Ross Poldark of Nampara in Cornwall.

We could make it today but, er...

unfortunately, I have business in the country.

Tomorrow would be fine. Do you know where I live?

- I have your address. - Uh-huh.

Well, shall we say nine o'clock for breakfast?

- Business afterwards. - It shall be my pleasure.

And mine, Mr Poldark.

Vite!

- Au nom de la R�publique! - What the devil's this about?

Do you speak English?

I am commissaire of the republic. Your name?

Ross Poldark of Nampara, Cornwall.

- Your ship? - The Phoenix. Mr Trencrom, master.

- Your business here? - Trade. I've just bought this.

I realise you have these formalities

but I have several merchants to see.

- Length of stay? - Five days.

Foreign nationals, enemies of the republic,

are liable to summary arrest.

I am not an enemy. I'm spending gold here that you need.

You're on a mission...of espionage.

That is ridiculous. Our traders have been coming...

There is nothing against anyone but you. You are the spy.

- You people see spies everywhere. - The republic is in danger.

You haven't got a jot of evidence.

Faites entrer le citoyen.

Drive trade away and you'll harm your republic.

- C'est lui? - Oui.

- Merci, citoyen. - Merci.

Vive la R�publique, uh.

You have attempted to bribe a citizen

for information concerning fortifications.

Concerning a prison. I want news of one man. For his wife.

You admit the offence, you have been identified.

- No further proof is needed. - For what? To put me on trial?

You have been tried. You are guilty.

The penalty is mandatory.

Halte!

Chargez!

Visez!

Feu!