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So, having been at Westminster two months...

But I am an MP.

Leaving Despard behind
in Cornwall.

He was disinclined
to share Bannantine's fate.

As you seem disinclined to carry
out the task I assigned you.

There's nothing
to report.

Ned is law-abiding,
uncomplaining.

His only wish is to return
to Honduras.

And serve his country.

Is there really no way
that can be managed?

There might be.

If he behaves himself
until parliament resumes.He will.

And if he did not,
you would of course inform me.

I assure you, sir.

He's a changed man.

I hope you're right.

I wish you a speedy return
to Cornwall.

Good day.

Sweet Cornish air.

How I welcome it.

At Marlow, my billet stinks of
boot polish and feet.

Whoa.

I thank you.

Miss Hanson.

Gentleman,
an unexpected encounter.

Good evening.

Have you been in London?

No.

An odious place.Bristol.

On "shipping matters,"
no doubt?

The usual cargo?

Those of us with an
unsentimental view of the trade

see it for what it is.

A necessary means
to a desirable end.

So what brings you
to Truro again?

Do you expect to find
slaves here?

What would you call the poor
devils who work in your mines?

Well-paid.

Valued.

Respected.

Free.

How are the Colonel
and Mrs. Despard?

Planning their return
to Honduras, I trust.

Is that on the cards?

Very much so.

Why? Why?

Why is she not here?

Why is she not here?

Where is she?

Where would she go?

Where is my Elizabeth?

Is this not a welcome sight!

Let me look at you.Lord, Ross.

These absences try me hard.

Well, now you have a brace
of Poldarks to make up for it.

Aunt Demelza.

How are our guests?

Kitty seems a little subdued.And Ned?

Welcome home, friend.

You have a reception committee.

I give you--

six households in Sawle
evicted for nonpayment of rent.

All former workers
at Wheal Plenty.

Scurvy in Grambler
and no fresh fruit to be had.

And all the poor relief
in Cornwall

cannot get a fixed price
for grain.

No change there.

Forgive me, I must
beg your indulgence awhile.

You're disaffected, I know,

but if you give me your,
your names and grievances,

I'll make it my business
to attend them.

There you are, sir.

Is the world set to rights?

Not yet, but I've given out
that from noon tomorrow,

anyone with a complaint

should seek me here.

A member who listens
to his constituents?

That's a novel idea.

Do you think George'll
do the like?

If George won't go to
his people,

perhaps the people
should hunt him down.

Sláinte.

It's a wishing well.

Put your hand to the water,
close your eyes,

say "Father, Son,
and Holy Ghost"

and then your wish is granted.Let's test your theory.

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Guess what I wished for.

No, you mustn't tell.

For then it won't come true.

I'm ravenous,
shall we go to Nampara?

Why is she not here?

It's-- it's so unlike her.

We have things to discuss.

She knows her opinion
is essential to me.

Let the grounds be searched.

Let her be found,
brought back.

I cannot go forward
without her.

There's no point, no sense,
no reason, no cause.

Why do you delay?

Go and find her!

Find her!

My wish came true!

I wished for cake.

You never question
why she's here?

Is it not obvious?

Or convenient?

The daughter of the man
who had Bannantine killed?

We do not know
of his involvement.

But we know he's connected.

So now here she is
in our midst.

Talk about the
"sins of the fathers."

Yes, let's do so, for those sins
have not been paid for.

When will he be held to account?

When your return to Honduras has been secured.

If ever that is.

As I've told you,

I'm assured it's only
a matter of time.

Do you truly believe it?

I do.

Oh, to think of it.

To be home at last.

With a sense of purpose.

Here, have some.

No, my love.

I've no appetite.

You're wasting away.No.

I didn't want it anyway.

I missed you, Papa.

Oh, and I you, my boy.

Come on then.

Good day, children.

Good day, Mrs. Carne.

Won't you come in?

Good day, Hanna.

'Tis a fine thing for them
to be learnin' together,

instead of singly,
as Master Geoffrey did.

And John Conan.

Lady Whitworth will not have him
mix with other children.

Better to preserve
the Whitworth rank.

Today, my dears,
we'll be learning about trees.

I'll be an hour or two at most.

You hope.

I called to see how Kitty is.

Not fond of physicians.

Even friendly ones?They especially.

Tess.

My wife has a generous heart,

and chooses to see
the best in people.

An admirable quality
which I do not possess.

So let me advise you,
if you value your tenure here...

Oh, I do, sir.

So give her no cause
to regret it.

Or you'll answer to me.

You're very kind,

but I often suffer with these
little malaises.

I just sit quiet
and let them pass.

And do they?

Always.

I had six patients in Sawle,
then I called at Nampara.

Is someone sick?Kitty.

Though she denies it.

To what purpose?

The mistaken belief that
she must be strong?

She, like anyone,
has frailties.

Oh?

A woman of her intelligence
and spirit,

condemned to servitude
till Ned took her as his equal.

And then to be thrust
into society,

which is so quick to judge,

so harsh and unforgiving.

I pity her.

Almost as much as
you admire her.

She's faced many hurdles

with grace and fortitude.

Who would fail to admire her?

Thank you.SERVANT:
Sir.

I must go out again.

Well, Horace, I fear you and I
are too frivolous.

We live a life unencumbered
by struggle.

And Dr. Enys admires struggle.

How can we hope to compete?

Blessed Lord, we pray for the folk and the livelihoods

lately lost in
the mine disaster.

May Wheal Plenty rise again
that it may give us means

to build our school
and prosper once more.

Amen.

Amen.

There you go, as promised.

Bless you again, for saving our Billy.

Our rescue heroics aside,

your poor relief won't suffice

to let these people survive.

Warleggans offered to help us yet?

Only a matter of time.

Keep that safe.

Here, that'll keep you warm.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, I will take over
Sir George's case.

On one condition.

I must be given free rein.

Dr. Penrose insisted...

Dr. Penrose's methods
were primitive in the extreme.

His aim was to break
Sir George.

Mine is to mend him.

And to that end,
I insist upon no locked doors,

plenty of fresh air, sunlight,
wholesome food, and company.

Sir George has taken refuge
in a world of shadows.

He needs to learn that it is
safe to return to this one.

I need hardly remind you,

your absolute discretion is...Assured, sir.

By my oath as a physician
and as a gentleman.

The colonel said the wealthy should be held to account.

The colonel can be overhasty.

I'll do what I can for you.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Stevens.

It's the price of grain.

I've made a note.

Sam and Rosina?

Do 'ee like the notion?

I like any addition
to the family.

'Tis the only one
you're like to get.

Morwenna keeps
her distance still?

Sometimes I think she's afeared.

Not of love itself.

But... the consequence.

A child?

Even one born of violation,

can a mother truly forget
a son she birthed?

She had no choice but
to give up John Conan.

The head might say so.

But the heart?

Mr. Ralph Hanson
and Miss Cecily Hanson.

What an unexpected pleasure to see you both.

My nephew is much taken up
with matters of business.

So forgive him if he
seems a thought distracted.

Well, I'm most keen to conclude our venture

ahead of any competition.

I never knew a man be
so absorbed in business matters.

Well, not necessarilya fault.

How long ago did Sir George

lose his wife?

A year.

He must feel the loss keenly.

Yes.

And no.

His, er, finer feelings
mourn her passing.

But now he looks
to the future.

Mm-hmm.
And a new wife.

Oh! I'm happy for him.

But do you know the lady?

Yes, I do.

Oh, well done!

Can you pass it to me?

Oh, how good,
now pass it to me now.

Throw it back.

Nay, but do folk hereabouts not despair?

That the day'll never come when

justice serve the commons
as well as the rich?

Injustice is not restricted
to the poor, believe me.

But, yes, they feel it more
keenly and should be championed.

In words or deeds?

For can change ever
come through words alone?

If there are ears to hear...

But otherwise deeds?

And sometimes violent ones.

That should only be
as a last resort,

but sometimes it is
a necessary evil.

Ned.

A moment?Excuse me.

Have a care.

You may be taken
at your word.

Have you forgot
where we are?

This is not London.

Do you suppose
there are spies here?

ROSS:I think it's wise to assume
they're everywhere.

Let's be gone.

I'd see us go the way of the French.

The commons arise and
bring the betters down.

Reckon I best be
getting back to

Mistress Hoity-Toity
High and Mighty Poldark.

TESS:Don' 'ee be giving me
the squinny eye, mister.

Are you acquainted with
the Poldarks and Despards?

What if I am?

Would you like a glass of port?

So, Ned Despard must be

the new messiah
after the mine rescue.

All the rags and tatters
flock to him.

Hold him in high regard

as they hold Warleggans
in contempt.

But the people
will surely rise soon.

I may have a task for you.

CECILY:Well!

I thought you'd like to know

that my father's chosen me
a husband.

Excellent!

Who is the fortunate soul?

I believe you're acquainted.Name of?

Warleggan? George?

Excellent jest.

Why?
Is he a comical man?

You cannot mean it.

You cannot!

He would not love you.

Love me?

What has love to do
with anything?

It has everything to do.

Surely you must see,

you cannot marry him.

Who must I marry, then?

Me!

Marry me,
I love you.

I...

I love you.

Why would you say that?

Why would you
ruin our friendship?

Halt.

Who goes there?

Friend or foe?

Friend!

Advance, friend,
and be recognized.

Are you out here alone?

Yes.

What would your father say
if he were home?

He is home.

Ask George to sell you Wheal Plenty?

He'll likely refuse,
but at least I can try.

And what of your complainants?

What do they seek?

Work, means,

justice, hope.

What struck me afresh was
just how ill-equipped they are

to deal with such blows.

Unskilled, uneducated.

And our school
could remedy that,

were it not so small
and serve so few.

You know,
Ned agrees with me.

Where is he?

Oh, he's gone
straight to bed.

He was... somewhat tipsy.

And somewhat free
with his tongue today.

Truro is not London,
and no one here

will report him, but...

He should be on his guard.

As I've told him.

Do you think he listened?

If he's anything like you...

Apple pie.

Has the mystery sufferer
summoned you again?

My love, you know I cannot
discuss my patients.

Ross, what brings you here?

I've come to
make George an offer.

I'd say now is not the time.

Is he unwell?

Doctor...

We shall be out
for the morning.

Poldark?

I came to see Sir George.

To what purpose?

To make an offer for Plenty.

You couldn't afford it.

Name your price.

You were her
first love.

And she, mine.

But life had
other plans for us.

I joined the army.

And she, thinking me dead...

Married my father.

Was it the
right choice?

It produced you, did it not?

But for you?

Yes.

Because it left me with
a different choice.

And that choice saved me.

Cecily is to wed.

Does that distress you?

On two counts.

One, because I realize,
to my cost, that I...

Love her?

Yes.

And two,
because her intended...

her intended...

Dear God,
the twisted quirk of fate

that gives the girl I love
to the man I loathe.

George?

Is that why Hanson's
been lurking in Cornwall?

I certainly wouldn't wish him
as a father-in-law.

But the engagement
is-is certain?

And equally certain
are her feelings for me.

I am her friend.

Nothing more.

No doubt you think me a baby.

First love,

may not be a lasting love,

but nothing will ever cut
quite so deeply again.

A little further.

Take my arm.

This will not be easy.

But it is a necessity.

But I...

But I saw her
only yesterday.

In your memory.

And memory
should be cherished.

But not mistaken
for what is real.

However painful
that may be.

Pain is powerful.

But needful.

It reminds us
that we are alive.

We cannot avoid it,
nor should we try.

But she-she could
have avoided it.

She need not have left me.

I could have forgiven her
anything but that.

What was there to forgive?

The child, the child!

She need not have had it.

I-I wanted it, of course,

but I would have
loved her regardless.

But she was... determined.

And the child killed her.

The child is guiltless.

There is no fault
in any of this.

Loss, yes.

But no blame.

Good day, John.

Do you remember me?

Are you a friend
of Grandmama's?

No.

But I can be a friend
of yours.

John Conan,

where are you?

What is your view, Horace?

Should husbands and wives
have secrets from each other?

Horace knows there are
many reasons

why spouses keep secrets.

If one is a physician,

for instance.

Or had cause to protect
the other.

But when does protection
become deception?

But perhaps Dr. Enys
thinks deception

is the better part of valor?

Perhaps he does.

Thank you.

Folks be sayin' that
in the West Indies

there be no distinction
betwixt masters an' servants.

I wish that were true!

What is true is that
when I was governor,

we all labored together.

Gentry and commons,

freed slaves and convicts,
outlaws and rebels.

It can be done.

It can be done.

I believe 'ee.

And perhaps Warleggans
need learn that lesson.

Will you forgive me?

Kitty, this sickness...

Oh most vexing...

But the cause...

Oh, it's my husband!

Blame Ned!

Here he grows...

restless.

An' you grow more stubborn.

Must I take matters
into my own hands?

What is it you fear?

I cannot say.

You must say.

Is it really so terrible?

The thought of a child?

No...

But the loss is.

I've had more miscarriages
than I can count.

I cannot bear the thought
of raising Ned's hopes again

and dashing them.

I beg you, please don't tell him.

This one might survive.

It will not!

I know it.

I've been thinking of

poor Geoffrey Charles.

Poor Cecily!

Would you wish George
on anyone?

But if he've a mind to wed,

maybe he'll have a mind
to reopen Plenty?

Owing to a surge of
high spirits and generosity?

There is another option.

How much?

Well, the price is
somewhat inflated.

"Somewhat"?

It's twice the value!

Here is a list of my assets.

Wildly insufficient.

And even if they weren't--
to venture all

on such a purchase?

You, you have everything to lose

and what would you gain?A working mine?

You already have one!

Oh, I'm well aware
of your motives,

and don't think
I don't applaud them.

But as your friend...

It's as partner
in the Cornish Bank

that I appeal to you.

Would it be willing to
underwrite the purchase?

That could present
a conflict of interest,

given that you yourself
are a partner.

Daft.

Would the Warleggans
have such qualms?

Warleggans bring capital
to the table.

You bring only your name!

On the strength of that name,

how much might I raise?

Are you quite certain...

she died?

I was there.

Was I?

You don't recall?

Yes.

Yes.

I...

I held her hand, did I not?

Yes.

And...

And she told me she was
afraid of the dark.

She did.

And then her eyes

fixed on something
beyond my shoulder...

And her breathing stilled.

And I, I felt the life
go out of her.

And I, I wondered
where had she gone?

My living,

breathing,

beautiful wife.

But you were there.

The last face she ever saw
was yours.

Yes.

Mine.

My uncle tells me

I should remarry.

If that is what you desire.

I have no desire.

I do not believe
I will feel desire ever again.

So this marriage...

Is a business transaction.

And the lady in question?

Must make the best of it.

Miss Hanson.

Mistress Poldark.

Geoffrey Charles
is not here.

I thank you, ma'am.

It's you I seek.

And your opinion.

Mine?

May I ask--

what kind of a man
is Sir George?

He's wealthy.

He's powerful.

When he wishes,
he can be most generous.

I believe his late wife
wanted for nothing.

And his children?

Are they amiable?

Do they favor him?

The son not so much.

When is the wedding to be?

Does it matter?

A cage is a cage,

whether now or in ten years.

Unless one weds for love.

Did you?

Yes.

And how long before
you realized your mistake?

My mistakes have been many
an' spectacular.

And doubtless
there's more to come.

But the wisest thing I ever did

was to marry the man I love.

I thank you, ma'am.

So, how goes it with Despard?

Well,
he's a regular firebrand.

Quick temper,
loose tongue.

Be easy enough to set 'im off

and the townsfolk
will follow.

And these will assist you?

If you make it
worth their while.

Excellent.

And as discussed,
something to send Sir George

scurrying back to London.

Are you quite certain your wife

will see the merit?

The cost will make
her eyes water,

and she'll wish there were
other ways to fund it.

I share her wish!

To mortgage
your entire estate?

House, land, farm,
livestock?

What sensible man
would even consider it?

Wheal Plenty
is a profitable mine!

It's worth the risk.

Is your marriage?

I'm obliged to you,
as ever, Harris.

Folly!

Mm.

Absolute madness!

Cornwall must hold
some vast attraction

to keep you so long
from London.

My daughter is shortly
to be wed.

Ensuring her future
is what keeps me here.

Oh, not her happiness?

If that's your aim, I humbly
recommend you look elsewhere.

Marriage to Sir George
would ensure the opposite.

Good day.

Do you indeed?

Valentine?

Where's your nurse?

Trenwith.

Where are you going?

To Nampara.

You told me to visit
whenever I liked.

Oh.

If your Papa is home,
he might not like it.

Will you ride with me?

May I?

Of course.

But not to Nampara.

There's a place...

I think you'll enjoy more.

Where is Tess?

Gone Truro.
Say she have errands to run.

But did you send her?:
Nay, maid.

She 'ave a will of 'er own,
that one!

Wheal Plenty paid the worst o' wages.

But, but, but they who labored

least had means to eat!

Now how'd they survive?

Gentry care naught
if commons starve!

No, I know someone...

But here's one who do

have a conscience!

Who we thank for bringin'

young Arthur Hoblyn out alive.

Yet it sticks in the craw
to save 14 lives

only to see another 200 wrecked
by the closing of the mine!

Tell that to the Warleggans!

Nay, I mean it!

Make known our complaint.

For if we suffer in silence,
will it not seem we consent?

We march tomorrow--

will ye not go with us?

Peaceably now?

We want no trouble, sir.

Just our grievances heard.

That's mine!GIRL:
Give her it back!

Mistress!

There now--
come with me.

'Tis nothing.
He meant no harm.

Ah!

Is the new pupil
ready to return home?

Shall we be off, sir?

Yes.

I'll explain later.

Good boy.

Why can that man
not leave us be?!

What man?Ross Poldark

is determined
to steal my son.

Get Enys.

He will have him!

He has tried to take him
as he tried to take Elizabeth!

But Valentine is mine.

Whatever that old hag said...

Valentine is yours, yes.

I delivered him myself,
and as I told you at the time,

there was nothing whatsoever
to support Miss Poldark's claim.

And that must be a comfort
to you,

because although your wife
is gone,

she is with you
in the faces of your children.

My children...

In whom you are
doubly blest.

For they are still with you.

When to other parents
fate has been more cruel.

Yes... Yes...

I still have my children.

My Ursula...

My Valentine...

I found him on his way to Nampara.

I brought him to the school

because I do not
wish him to...

regard our home as his.

Should I forbid it?

I could.

But it sit not easy with you.

No.

Because you think yourself--

what-- in some way responsible?

Not for him but...

For what happened to Elizabeth.

It was I who suggested
she have another child.

George could not quell
his doubts about Valentine.

But how could he doubt
a second child?

If anything I thought
it would make him more secure

in his marriage.

So she had another child.

And she died delivering it.

So I hold myself...

indirectly responsible.

No, Ross.

You're not to blame.

How could you be?

I hope your wife
will still be your wife

when she knows
what you've done.

Come and get your apples here.

Aw, thank you.

I'll take four pears, please.

♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira♪

Tess,

what are you doing here?

My duty, mistress.

As a comrade
of the down-be-trod,

I must stand beside 'em.

♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira♪

Ned,
do Ross know you're here?

This is a peaceable protest,
Demelza.

There is nothing
to concern him-- or you.

This is a peaceful protest.

Till it get t' Warleggan's!

The bank? Or the mine?

His fancy house.

Caroline, you must ride home.Of course.

Stay for nothin' or no one.

And keep indoors.

♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira♪

♪ Le peuple en ce jour
sans cesse répète♪

♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira♪

A woman's touch is what this house lacks.

And Valentine will benefit
from female influence.

The girl's father is most keen
to bring matters to a head.

Have you a day in mind?

♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira♪

♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira♪

♪ Le peuple en ce jour
sans cesse répète♪

Bessie? Take Valentine upstairs.

There he is!

Spineless worm!

Let 'im come out
and answer to us!

If he dare!

George Warleggan!

What do they want?

Call the constables!

Let him come out and speak to his workers!

Is he mad?

Ross!

Ross, wait!Demelza.

We must go to Trenwith.

What is it?

George Warleggan!

Where is he?

Break the door down!

Go on!

Go on, break it down!

Tear the house down!

CARY:Sir George is not
receiving visitors.

Well, Sir George has them,
whether he likes it or not.

The very least these people
deserve is an apology.

It's not my business
to apologize.

Leave my house
before I have you shot.

No, sir, no, no, no,
that won't do at all.

If you decline to come down and
speak civilly with these people,

I'll come up there
and fetch you.

Let him deal with it.

Sir George.

Have you ever been
unfairly treated?

Can you comprehend what it is

to have no recourse
or reparation

or even a fair hearing?

Get out of my way.

These people
are not savages.

All they ask is common decency.

How do you answer?

With this?

Demelza, make haste,
through here!My arm! My arm is broken!

DEMELZA:Ross, I told you
this was like to happen.

For your own sake,
keep order out there, Ned.

Demelza, help me.

That man-- he has, he has

stirred up the mob,
he has set them on a rampage.

What did you expect
when you closed a working mine?

That folk would celebrate?
That your name would be praised?

Do you seriously think I care?I think you do, George.
As do I.

Which is why I offer you
a suggestion.

Put these weapons down,
this is a peaceable protest!

Come on!

Friends,

friends,
your anger is wholly justified.

But we have misunderstood
the situation.

Sir George

has explained it to meand now

begs leave to explain it to you.

Gentlemen...

er... I have been away
in the north.

And on my return discovered
that my orders

were incorrectly carried out.

The closure of Wheal Plenty
is temporary.

This week my mine captain
will assess the damage

caused by the rock fall.

All workers
will be reinstated.

And in addition,
we will take on more men

in order to expedite
a swift resumption of business.

Do he expect us to believe him?

Should we not still hold him
to account?

Let's get him!

No!

This could take
someone's eye out!

Back off.

Come on, people,
back to your homes.

You have what you came for.

Your coming here
was blatantly provocative.

I'm sorry you think so.

You may thank the Lord

I managed to diffuse
the situation so ably.

Indeed, George.

I salute you.

Kindly leave my house.

With pleasure.

A fine thought--

to let him think
it was his idea.

It seemed like
the most elegant solution.

And it saved us
our estate.

Ross...

What you did--

what you were about to do...

Understand,
I love you with all my heart,

and I love your heart
and your will

to make this world
a better place.

But sometimes it do seem
you overlook the cost--

to we, as a family--
to we as husband and wife.

Of course
I'd stand by you,

an even go without, for the sake
of the greater good, but...

sometimes... I feel that you
take that for granted.

I find that hard.

You're too good for me.

No, Ross...

I mean it.

When I dragged you
from that dogfight...

could I have known

that you'd be the saving grace
of my life?

Here race you
back to Nampara?

No contest!

Do you come here
to torment me?

No.

To complain.

How monstrous,
inconvenient it is,

to discover so late in the day
that my heart is engaged.

And not to the eminently
suitable Sir George.

My father will never consent,

so I suppose we must elope.

What?

Who? You?

And I?

Could you bear it?

Yes.

Yes, I think I could bear it.

Wheal Plenty open?

Who'd believed it?

An' the real miracle is,
folk be that grateful,

they say they'll make donation
to the school.

Maybe I need to better
my readin',

since it seems the school
shall 'ave need o' me.

So...

will 'ee teach me?

Gladly.

Everyone's happy.

Oh! Mistress,
didn't see you there.

I am your mistress no longer,
Tess.

Did you think
you could remain

after what happened today?

'Ee be sending me away?

What saddens me
is that everyone told me

you mustn't be trusted.

But I wanted to prove 'em wrong.

Pack your things and go.

Think 'ee've seen
the last of me?

Let's hope so.

Come.

CLERK:A note from
your informant, sir.

A mob calling for revolution

led by Despard and Poldark
stormed Trenwith

and assaulted Sir George
Warleggan.

Can such men be deemed loyal
to king and country?