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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.