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I think the time has come to return Ned to Honduras.

I think 'tis for the best.

We've served our penance for embarrassing the Crown

and the prime minister has signaled his support.

With any luck, those who conspired against him

have now lost interest.

And besides, the longer the remains in Cornwall

the more restless he becomes.

Oh...

In truth, he's made himself almost as unpopular

with the powers that be here as he did in London.

He has been that unruly these last few months.

'Tis the best for Kitty, too.

Indeed.

I promise he'll depart with the new year.

Doubtless you'll be reportin' him to Wickham.

At the earliest opportunity.

Mm, let's hope 'twill all pass

without consequence.

Yes...

But it's Cornwall.

And it's Christmas.

Folk have better things to think about.

Here's to our imminent return to London.

To London.

And Honduras.

♪ Boar's head in hand bear I

♪ Bedecked with bay and rosemary ♪

♪ Caput apri defero♪

♪ Reddens laudes domino♪

♪ Caput apri defero♪

Bye!Goodbye, Papa.

Goodbye, Papa!

Why do you not go to London, mama?

If I did, who would see to Cornwall?

And us!

Especially you!

I wonder if we'll ever see Cornwall again.

I sincerely hope not.

He means with any luck

we should soon be bound for the West Indies.

If Ross is set on escorting Ned to London...

I must be there to keep watch.

Of course Ross will not suspect me.

I am a vacuous creature.

My inability to survive without London fashions

is well known.

Well, I have no such excuse.

And he will know I come to London with one purpose only.

DRIVER:Walk on.

I am sure Kitty will appreciate the gesture.

More scholars than ever!

Plenty's open, Grace a-thrivin'.

You know 'tis maybe time to start askin' folk for

a share of their earnings

to help build our school.

Reckon so.

I?

Folk heed Preacher Carne!

When he's about God's work.

Is this not God's work?

'Tis good work,

but not holy work.

Besides, the connexion teaches that all men be equal.

How then can I declare myself a leader?

But someone must take the lead.

And not every man have the wisdom--

nor the selflessness-- to take authority.

But you do.

Our business empire is built in the colonies,

so these uprisings threaten its very existence.

The government must continue

to support the slave trade.RALPH: And I'm sure Sir George

will prove most able in our cause.

If you'd secured his signature on that contract.

It's time I met him.

Yes, yes.

Of course, of course.

Sir, I believe, the prime minister and I are of one mind--

predisposed to justice, equality, liberty.

Let me, in his name,

return to Honduras and rid it

of the corrupt influences

which have flourished in my absence.

I, I need hardly say that I seek not authority for its own sake,

but for the good I can do managing any rebellion

in the service of the Crown.

And the prime minister would thank you for such service--

and might indeed endorse your reinstatement,

were it not for one thing.

It's no longer in his gift.

Because?

He's no longer prime minister.

What?In protest

at His Majesty's refusal to endorse Catholic emancipation,

he has this very day

resigned.

This way, my dear.

I have a matter of some delicacy to communicate.

A little port?

Will I need it?

The fact is, a surprising,

some would say disquieting, situation has arisen.

Gold being in

ever-decreasing supply,

the Cornish Bank has been obliged to issue

paper instead of coin.

Paper?

I don't rightly understand...

The paper is in effect a promise to pay the bearer

the same value as writ upon the note,

so it is in effect worth the same as hard coin.

This watermark here guarantees its value and authenticity.

But... will folk believe it?

There may be some initial suspicion.

I should add we're not the only bank to take this decision.

Even Warleggans'...

Oh, and there was I about to trot off to George

and ask him to hand over

hard guineas.

I'm afraid, while the war continues,

no one has gold to be giving away.

My sweet boy.

Now the prime minister has resigned.

Who will be Pitt's successor?

Addington.

Friend of his, but cut from a very different cloth.

Should we petition him?At once...

Before he becomes distracted by groveling to Napoleon.

Dwight, Caroline... you're in London?

How did we not know this?

My fault entirely.

Necklines are lower, waistlines are higher,

my gowns are out of fashion

so there was no remedy but to make for London without delay.

So Pitt's resigned.

Yes, it's a bitter blow for Ned,

but I'll pursue his cause with Addington.

Is that wise?

Rumors of George's injury are everywhere.

In Cornwall he took every opportunity to parade his arm

and to complain how Ned

broke into his house and threw him downstairs.

We both know he did not.

Do we know that?

Ned assured us.

Surely you can see that continuing to champion a man

who assaulted a member of parliament could...

severely compromise you?

Yes, I can see that.

And it's a chance I'm willing to take.

Ross...

Would you like a pamphlet, sir?

Uprising in Haiti as well?

Damn plaguey revolution.

Now every slave on earth will want their liberty.

And they may get it, too,

thanks to meddling idiots like Wilberforce.

And Despard.Ah.

Not while there are those in the House

ready to muster a stiff rebuff.

Hm.

News of the uprising, sir?

Influence?

Yes, sir, with the new prime minister, Addington,

and as magistrate who presided

over Colonel Despard's hearing.

Might you help persuade the prime minister

to return Ned to his post as governor?

Such things do happen.

However, you may overestimate my power of influence.

Let me see what can be done.

But, um...

I recommend you have an alternative plan,

just in case.

Thank you, sir.

So, I'm trapped here while slavery flourishes.

And in my own country Catholics remain equally oppressed.

The king's stubbornness beggars belief.

My family are Protestant landowners,

but why should that allow them to vote,

hold public office, own property

when their Catholic neighbors may not?

He should take to the stage.

He certainly knows how to hold an audience.

Will you not intervene?

These opinions, which he takes no pains to disguise...

Are sincere.

Why should he not speak them?

Without such rights, they're no better than slaves--

and slavery is an abomination.

Colonel Despard...

We happen to agree with him, but others do not.

And to be seen-- in public-- to be openly critical

of king and country...

I agree sometimes his passion get the better of him.

Ned!

Ned, have a care,

it takes little to be called a revolutionary these days.

We must make our voices heard

and I have little to lose.

So what harm can it do

to say what everyone else is thinking?

The king is mad!

Gentlemen, may I present my esteemed partner

in the Mosquito Shore Mahogany Company?

Mr. Joseph Merceron.

Soon to be your esteemed partner, gentlemen.

I believe you know Ross Poldark?

Mm-hmm.

There you are.

What in the 'obs of hell

do ye call this?

As we did fear,

they'll have none of it.

Tidn't real money, they say.

Says who?

Tess Tregidden.

And who's to gainsay her?

This isn't your fight, Tess.

This is betwixt the mine and its workers.

Its workers

who must now make do with worthless paper,

'stead of hard coin?

The worth is the same.

If you read what's writ thereon.

Can't read.

Then perhaps you should learn.

What I know is, if 'twas me...

I'd not lift another pick or shovel

till I had real money in my hand.

'Ee truly believe tidn't real?

Oh, 'tis real enough.

In Truro all the banks be givin' 'em out.

So why did 'ee pretend to Mistress Poldark?

Why should I make life easy for 'er?

But I could make it harder.

And better for we.

Eh?

How hard can it be to make like notes?

Do we not know of a man

with the needful skillage?

Mr. Trencrom?

Do he not have a man who can forge documents?

As long as we makes it worth his while.

Then let's make it worth his while.

Well, they not downed tools yet,

but they'll take some convincin'

'bout the value of they notes.

'Specially with Missy Tregidden spewin' poison in their ears.

I dearly wish Ross were here to advise me.

Beggin' your pardon,

but I believe 'ee underestimate yourself.

Do I?

If there's a more capable woman in these parts,

I've yet to meet her.

I arrived in London last night

and thought I would call to see how your recovery goes.

As you see.

No thanks to the madman who pitched me down my own stairs.

No, I was actually referring to your other

indisposition.Fully recovered.

A lucky consequence of the fall, no doubt.

I'm presenting a paper

to the Royal College of Surgeons--

without naming Sir George, of course--

detailing the various treatments

which enabled his recovery.

Should this paper--

indeed any further mention of the subject--

ever occur, I will cheerfully

sue you and your charming wife

for every penny you possess.

Good day.

These recent slave uprisings in the West Indies

must be a concern to all of us at home

and surely requires our attention.

It is intolerable

that human beings should be sold into slavery.

Yet still it continues to the detriment of humanity.

Order!

ROSS:Therefore it is the responsibility

of every one of us in this House today

to table a motion to discuss slavery,

its long over due abolition,

and show some compassion for these slaves.

Who is Jonas Pettigrew?

He is the new assistant overseer in the north plantation.

Clearly unsuited for the task given his squeamishness.

"Sir, your enterprise here is no less than a grove of death.

"I counted 57 souls in the most pitiable state,

"begging for water in their death throes and being denied it

in order to hasten their demise..."

And?

Precisely.

Get rid of him.

Jesus tells us 'tis easier for a camel

to pass through

the eye of a needle than 'tis for a rich man

to enter the kingdom of heaven.

Here we be not rich in worldly goods...

But how if we were rich in knowledge?

Would that not greatly serve us?

And would it not be worth layin' out

a little of our earnings to gain it?

We could build our school,

pay for teachers, books...

And in return

our children would have the means to rise,

and claim parity

with their richer fellows.

My love, I know where ee've been.

Do it not torment 'ee,

bein' so near the child

yet not able to bring him home?

It breaks my heart.

But how could I expect it?

To ask you to take in another man's child?

Especially...

thatman?

'T'would not be his child if he came to us.

Drake...

Forgive me...

For what?

That I've not been able.Morwenna...

May never be able.My love.

To give you a child of our own.

Will 'ee not believe it?

To know that you're my wife is more than enough.

Good day to you, children.

Good day, Mrs. Carne.

Shall we proceed to our lessons?

Yes, Mrs. Carne.

Drake Carne to see her ladyship.

Your Ladyship,

I come in all humility to ask...

is it right for a mother to be parted from her son?

I know we can't give him rich food or fine clothes,

but Morwenna'll teach him,

and he'd have a family,

and comfort...

and love.

Are you suggesting he lacks that here?

Oh, no, not at all,

only 'tis surely natural for a child to be with his mother.

This man forced his way onto my property.

No.

Threatened me with violence...Wait, 'tisn't so.

No, I never!...and attacked my servants.

Lock him in the stables

and call the constables.

Your Ladyship,

I beg of 'ee.

Shouldn't a done that, Ladyship.

So, the deeds of partnership.

When can we expect your signature?

A venture based on slavery does seem a risk

in the present climate.

RALPH:All the more reason, then, for you speak

in the abolition debate.

Unlike some persons, I'm not so enamored

with the sound of my own voice as to be constantly

braying out opinions.

And yet, forgive me,

as a highly influential member of the House,

your eloquence could be put to good use.

They'll take little persuading

and the rewards for us will be bountiful.

Your intimate knowledge of the mahogany trade

gives you a unique perspective on the necessity

for its continuance.

Which it could not do were its workforce liberated.

Ah.

Gentlemen, you'll excuse me.

A matter requiring my attention.

It should not take long.

Hm.

Sir...

I have the honor to ask

for the hand of your daughter Cecily in marriage.

Perhaps the time has come for me to make my maiden speech.

Perhaps my recent elevation requires me to be more...

Visible?

So that my views carry more...

Sway?

And our name in every sense becomes more...

Prominent?

Valentine shall accompany me.

He will not want to miss such an auspicious occasion.

And, lastly, may I assure you

of my undying devotion to your daughter,

which I'm assured she returns in equal measure,

and hope for your blessing upon our engagement

and eventual nuptials.

Get out of my house, you idiot.

On the matter of my daughter's hand...

Are we in haste to settle this?

I have received another offer.

From one whose "undying affection"

is apparently matched only by her own.

In that case, perhaps I should withdraw.

Your stepson.

Let us waste no further time in naming a day.

Poor boy.

Leave your stepson to me.

Sir George is keen to move matters forward.

Is that really a priority, Papa?

Would not a long engagement be preferable?

Does one need to wait?

One either means to marry

or one does not.

Not.

On my honor, I swear

I would never steal

from a fellow cadet.

I am a gentleman! An officer!

You cannot expel me!

Is that...

John Conan, aye.

I'm taking him home to his mother.

You stole him away?

Drake, dear God, what are you thinkin'?

I'm thinkin' Morwenna and I may never have a child of our own.

And this one already belong to her.

No, he do not!

Morwenna left him with Lady Whitworth.

Margaret?

Where is my grandson?

My grandson?

Where is he?

I haven't seen him, ma'am.

Morwenna had no choice

but to let him go, but she has no rights to him

that Lady Whitworth could not contest in court.

So we'll take him without her consent.

And live where?

Not in Sawle.

You'd have to leave all of us behind--

your forge, your home--

and start anew somewhere she could never find you.

John Conan?

Where are you? John Conan!

Drake...

You have to take him back-- now--

before Lady Whitworth find him gone.

It might even be too late!

Brother, if you do not, I will.

John Conan!

Where are you, boy? John Conan!

Ma'am.

John Conan is missing.

Search the attics, the stables, the cellars.

Well, don't just stand there gaping like fools!

Search the orchards!

John Conan?

Where are you, boy?

John Conan?

Joh..

John Conan, where have you been?

Come along. Come along!

It's too cold

to stand out here.

I am innocent, and I will clear my name.

I will assure your father.

My father?

Are you so naive?

Do you think it an accident that you were expelled?

What can you mean?

I warned you not to ask for my hand.

I was honor bound.

I am a gentleman.

We have no choice.

We must find a way

to drive a wedge between my father and Sir George.

I have evidence from Honduras.

Will you use it in your abolition debate?

Thank you, 'tis great help.

May God be with you.

Thank you, brother.

I can only afford half.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, brother.Keep that all.

Good luck to you.Thank you.

I did a thing today

for which you'll despise me.

I could never despise you.

I stole John Conan.

What?

I seen how your heart do ache for him.

And I thought to ease that ache

I would steal him away.

But... where is he?

Demelza bid me return him.

She tell'd me I'd be caught and punished,

and thee along of I.

And that I couldn't abear.

You risked... everything?

I know I done a terrible thing.

A monstrous thing.

I...

I cannot even begin to tell you how...

Please!

Say nothing.

I know you meant well, but please,

do not even speak to me.

Oh!Oh Judas.

Sorry, Sam.

Sam...

Mr. Pascoe told me that if a note have no watermark,

then it's not genuine.

This have no watermark.

Well, be they all like that?

This one is...

This ain't...

Nor this...

But this...

So many forgeries?

They're worthless?

But why would a body do such a thing?

Valentine!

Come here!

SPEAKER:The honorable member for St. Michael.

Gentlemen.

Let me commend to you

the mahogany trade.

Now who amongst us does not

benefit from it?

Or is ignorant of its worth to the nation and the Crown?

How could we fail to applaud the valiant efforts

of those merchants who bring it to our shores?

This is a real note, this is a forgery.

You can tell by the watermark, see,

when you hold it up to the light-- there.

So 'ee've paid us

with useless scraps of paper, then, eh?

No, all my notes are genuine,

they come direct from the Cornish Bank.

And how we meant to feed our families on fresh air?

The folks are sayin' that if we hadn't paid notes

in the first place, this'd never have happened.

So now we're to blame?

Such a valued trade would not be possible

if certain members have their way.

The felling, processing,

and transporting of this precious commodity

is filthy, back-breaking work,

made possible because those who labor in its forests

are happily more robust,

less sensitive to pain,

than you or I.

The esteemed professor

Carl Linnaeus asserts that your Africanus Niger

is a breed apart, eminently suitable for hard labor.

His view is endorsed by the worthy

Edward Long, colonial administrator,

who believes that the entire Africanus species,

characterized by "bestial manners, stupidity,

and vices," has no redeeming features,

and so the most humane thing to do is control it,

and give it useful activities to engage with.

Let us then

be cautious of the sentimental view of slavery

which is sometimes espoused in this House.

The fact is, slavery is a necessity,

for our economy,

for the preservation of our colonies,

and for the supremacy of our nation in the world.

The Honorable Member will correct me if I'm wrong,

but he appears to be saying

that slaves are actually quite fortunate

because they have food on the table,

a roof over their heads, and a purpose in life.

That is correct.

Except when they die.

Which they do,

with alarming frequency,

in the most inhumane conditions.

As detailed, for example,

in this recent report

by a Mr. Jonas Pettigrew, assistant overseer,

in the mahogany forests of Honduras,

which he refers to as

a "grove of death."

He details

the abject suffering of slaves

dying of malaria,

deliberately deprived of medical assistance,

or even water, so that they may

"die sooner and no longer inconvenience their owner,"

in this case,

Sir Mr. Ralph Hanson.

Should this concern us?

Is this not

a small price to pay for our gleaming new

tables and chairs?

Or should we instead

endorse other values?

Humanity, compassion,

care for our fellow men...

and nip...

nip this canker in the bud

by returning to Honduras

the man who was falsely accused--

doubtless by Hanson himself--

because he tried to stamp out such greed

and brutality-- Colonel Edward Despard!

Despard and his supporters are proving costly.

Sir, I realize you've already laid out considerable funds.

To induce your fellow planters to denounce him,

to have him recalled to London,

to persuade my fellow magistrates,

to incarcerate him without trial.

And now we must lay out more to be rid of him.

Yes, I realize it's not ideal

but something needs to be done.

The trouble with leaving someone to do one's dirty work--

one often has to clean up after them.

You know

that my visits to see you have given me great joy.

I thank you for keeping them secret.

I think you have enjoyed them too?

Yes.

So...

what I have to tell you now might make you sad.

It makes me very sad.

Your Ladyship,

Your Ladyship, I beg of 'ee, hear me out.

'Twas mine idea alone that John Conan should leave 'ee

and when I tell'd Morwenna she was furious.

She've come now to make amends,

to put an end to it once and for all--

nay, please don't disturb her.

So I come now

to take my leave, and I'll cherish

the time we had together,

but I have go away now,

and I am leaving you

with the kindest, most loving grandmother...

who will love you and give you the most wonderful life.

Goodbye, my beloved boy.

I have news.

They forgeries?

Sally Chilloff had one in the kiddley last night.

Does she recollect who tendered it?She do.

The same person as was seen t'other night with Mr. Trencrom,

Tess Tregidden.

I said farewell to my son today.

For good?

Yes.

I will never go back.

I love him.

Will always love him.

I've tried to lock away the pain of losing him.

But in doing so I've locked away other love.

Love for my husband.

Love I would give my husband,

but could not give whilst I would not grieve

the loss of my child.

Today I did grieve--

and let him go.

Tonight my heart is sore.

But it is free.

To love you.

Mr. Hanson and Mr. Merceron.

I take it you've rallied after the, uh, unfortunate events...

"Unfortunate"?

I have been denounced.

My reputation within the House...And out of it.

Has been utterly ruined.

Thanks to Ross,

I am viewed as a friend of heartless

slave owners,

apologist for a corrupt and brutal system!

He is the hero, I am the villain.

So what's the solution?

Make him the villain.

How, exactly?

What, exactly, would you seek?

Reparation of my reputation.

Revenge...

On Ross, for that debacle in the House.

On Despard, for my injury at Trenwith.

And in return?

I will be most generous in my gratitude

and see no further impediment to making our venture official.

Revenge is easy,

reputation more dearly bought.

But I think there's a way to achieve one by way of the other

by reminding the world that Mad Ned has a relish

for settling matters with his fists.

You need to put an end to this forgery business, sister.

Tess will surely deny it, Sam.

So what more can I do?

Ye know fine well what ye can do.

No.

Who was it lectured me about leadership, authority?

'Tis maybe time to take a leaf out your own book.

SAM:Friends.

Friends!

I regret that I must ask 'ee to give ear to my sister.

Not as much as we regret it!

What I regret is the need to speak at all.

But I can't, in all conscience,

allow this forgery business to go further.

You've all been told how to tell 'em apart.

Hold 'em up to the light and the forgery is plain.

But what is not so plain is why anyone would wish to do this

in the first place.TESS: Oh, let me think!

'Cause 'tis one in the eye for the rich?

How?

Surely it's one in the eye for any poor soul

who's paid a worthless piece of paper.

Tommy Breward?

Sally Chilloff?

Mabel Bolitho?

How do it feel to know that your hard work

is worth naught?

This is no blow against the rich.

This is punishment of your own friends and neighbors.

And whoever is behind it,

to you I say...

enough.

Do 'ee know who's behind it?

What if we all empty our pockets now?

See who have the most forgeries?

I do know, Jacka,

since you ask.

Name 'em, then!

I say we've a right to be told.

I'd like to think the persons responsible

had not understood the damage they'd cause.

So I'll give 'em another chance.

Destroy all forged notes,

swear there'll be no more,

and let that be the end of it.

But if I find another note...

I'll be forced to name those persons,

and turn 'em over to the authorities.

And lest there be any doubt...

forgery is a hangin' offense.

The first step

in Mr. Merceron's plan

to defame Ross and Despard--

a treasonous oath of loyalty.

"The Bearer will endeavor

"to the utmost of his power to obtain the objects

stated in this oath."

Overturn the king's veto and grant Catholic emancipation

at whatever cost.

And to think, merely having such a document

in one's possession would ensure immediate arrest

on charges of treason.

And will these oaths be signed?

Oh yes.

Like oaths are now being prepared for signature.

I think we can guess the names.

So I am vindicated

yet the Catholics remain enslaved.

The king, I say, is mad!

Ned, not so loud...

Mad call I it,

for to define true madness,

what is but to be nothing else but mad?

Please my love, refrain.

People will think you're serious.

I am serious!

The nation is being held

to ransom by a madman!

And we should stay silent in the face of it?

Get him away from here.

If his own wife cannot restrain him,

I for one will not allow my wife

to be endangered by his ranting!

I think you overestimate...Do I?

This is a man whose peaceful march on Trenwith

became a full-scale riot.

Weapons were used!

Where did they come from?

Who sent the men who brought them?

Do you not see that Ned was set up--

barely escaped arrest-- and now is setting himself up

without anyone's aid

and will take down all who stand by him.

I will stand by him.Of course!

As you have always done. And blindly so!

And I say this as one who

shares his opinions, admires him.

Do you?

Why do I think you resent him?

As far back as James River,

I've sensed a cooling, a reserve...

What you've sensed is a lack of adoration,

a refusal to follow him

blindly into whatever reckless adventure he chose

to plunge himself,

taking you with him.

Do you recollect he saved my life?

I recollect that he dragged you from the battlefield

and dumped you on a surgeon's table.

The life-saving portion fell to someone else.

How tiresome

are the idle rich.

Shall we retire to the Oakley Arms for

some intelligent conversation?

A man named Stone

frequents the Oakley Arms--

a nest of known radicals,

but assumed by them to be a safe house.

Merceron's agents tell him that

Despard drinks there

and in his cups is known to be most unguarded.

Now them Frenchies, they had the right idea!

Liberté,

égalité, fraternité?

Madame La Guillotine!

Death to the monarchy!

This Stone is Joseph's man?

And hitherto his task has been to observe,

whilst posing as a fellow radical.

Now he will assist in planning our signed oath

about Despard's person and then inform the authorities.

Excellent.

There is a further plan.

More hazardous, but could yield spectacular results.

Joseph Merceron's men should be visiting

Ross' lodgings as we speak.

Freedom of speech

is the only power we have

within our fraternity.

These days I doubt that words alone have any effect.

In my case, they have none.

And that, my friend,

is a disgrace.

I am saddened, Horace,

that Doctor Enys seems so ready to flout the Hippocratic Oath.

In what particular?

"First, do no harm."

How is that pertinent?It is pertinent to Ross,

at a time when his dearest friend should be his most loyal.

You think I was wrong to challenge him?Not at all.

But you were wrong to step away.

What possible use could you be

in a carriage with your wife and a pug?

Number Six, George Street,

just off the Strand.

Were I so used,

I'd want vengeance.

Justice is all I seek.

Yeah, but how's it to be got?

Look at France!

Only when commons rise up

do the rich take heed.NED:True.

Can anything be done by peaceful means?

Perhaps someone should remove the king.

Perhaps they should.KITTY: Ned...

Come away.

Should we not challenge them?

Not if I'm correct in my surmise.

Do I hear you're an expert with explosives?

Ned!Yes.

How about exploding His Majesty?

Well, that would certainly

solve the problem.

Ned! Enough! This is ridiculous talk.

If it were reported...

By whom?

This is a safe house.

These men are...

comrades and friends.We surely are! Can you doubt it?

Wise to doubt most people these days.

Particularly those who encourage seditious talk.

Shall we go?

Suit yourself.Ned...

Kitty, can you help me, please?

Kitty, you stay where you are.

Ned, it's time to leave.

We're going!Get off!

Apologies, my friend,

you should know by nowIt's fine.

I leave when I'm ready.

Good day to you, Mary.

Shall I take you home?

No, thank you, I must stay.

Please go, there's nothing you can do

until he's sober again.

He'll be fine.

He's a Cornish miner, he'll survive.

What do you think they were looking for?

Nothing seems disturbed.

Unless the man was not looking.

But leaving something.

But why?

What would it be?

Search the whole building.

What is it?

An oath of allegiance for the liberation of Irish Catholics?

Open up!

Stay where you are!

Any found with an oath about their person

will be arrested!

One and all, follow me!

Where's your warrant? Show me your warrant!

Take your...

Let go of my wife!

Come here, you!

Search him!

Search all you like, you'll find nothing on me.

He has nothing. My husband is innocent!

Nothing. There's nothing.

I told you there was nothing!

My husband is not a traitor! He's a servant of the Crown!

Madam, please...Take your hands off me!

OFFICER:Nothing.

Check all the drawers and cupboards.

Check under there...

Shh...What's going on?

Make yourself scarce.LEAD OFFICER:Nothing?

There's nothing here.Double check.

I trust your men will re-make that bed

once they've finished dismantling it?

Captain Poldark is most fastidious about his linens.

Are you done?

T'would appear so, ma'am.

Then be so good as to read this document.

It affirms that you and your men

conducted a thorough search of these chambers,

in the presence of witnesses, and found nothing.

Correct?

I suppose.

Kindly sign.

You were magnificent.

Yes. I was.

The day is named.

I've considered our situation

and believe there's now only one solution.

Success?

Mixed.

Poldark eluded us.

Someone must have tipped him off.

Damn, blast and set fire to him!

And Despard?

They failed to plant the oath, but he was arrested anyway.

So what will happen now?

That we are working on.

The fault was all mine.

I was blinkered.

That man is

one of the bravest, most principled I've ever met.

And I.

But his, his recklessness, his stubbornness

will be his undoing.And could be yours.

And that I cannot stand and watch.

We must get him away from here.

With or without the sanction of the Crown.

First vessel for Jamaica.

I'll see to it tomorrow.

Kitty will be relieved.

They're very late.

I hope she's not had trouble persuading him home.

Kitty...

♪ I do hold a finger to my tongue ♪

♪ I do hold a finger waitin'

I wish Papa were here.

So do I, my love.

But Papa must see to important matters in London.

You can't go in.

Well, Ross, here we are again.

Back where it started.

Only this time the charge is seriously impressive.

What is it?

High treason.

I warned you what would happen

if you failed to keep him out of trouble.

Now, if he falls, he takes you with him.