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Anything?

We've been down the cove and searched the village.

Not a sign.

It's like he'd melted off the face of the Earth.

Should we summon more folk
to help search?

No, no-- the less that know,
the better.

Well, Tess knows.

Then so will half the county!

You wrong her, brother-- she wish us nothin' but good.

DRAKE:I doubt that.
Enough!

Keep searching.

Let me see what can be done.

You must be made aware of the forces

with which you are dealing.

I recall I spoke in his favor.

If I can be
of any assistance...

You have no idea what they're capable of.

Should you yourself discover Bannantine.

Conniving...

Do let me know.

Without remorse.

Oh, were you not aware?

The governor
of Coldbath Fields Prison is I.

Compliments of Mr. Merceron.

Please excuse me.

You've not slept?

So many letters to write!

Some tea?

I thank you.

As your physician, let me urge you

to resist the temptation
to overexert.

And as your friend,

let me ask you
to consider your future.

My future?

When your child is born,

how will you live?

Where will you live?

I know I speak for Caroline
when I say

you will always
have a home with us.

For, for as long as you wish.

Thank you,
you are both so generous.

But my concern
at present

is to bring a monster
to justice.

Would you really have her
live with us?

Forgive me.

You've scarce had time
to unpack,

and here I am,
disturbin' the peace!

Mr. Joseph Merceron.

Good day, gentlemen!

Bring me eggs,
ham, partridge...

Quail.

And a healthy side of revenge.

Was that not the order?

Uh...

So in summary:

Despard is dead.

Poldark has vanished.

Vanished?

Vanished.

I ordered him
to be thrown down a mine,

so he should be.

The nephew has had a taster

and will shortly see
what follows.

Any sign?

None.

My windows are barred and my door is locked.

I am prevented even
from approaching the window.

If you ever receive this,

send word by my maid.

I have thought and thought,

and there is no other way
but this.

Full measures of brandy

before they gets their hands
on my ore!

Last time, we were
two hogshead short!

Your smuggling operation does not concern me.

No, mon a i, but it concerns me!

Anything happens to our cargo,

you will have much more
than brandy

to be concerned about.

It occurs to me,

now we've dispensed
with Despard and Poldark,

we might revisit
the matter of contracts.

Mahogany?

Ah, uh, yes, by all means.

I'll have them sent round.

Tipped down a mine shaft.

Do we like
the sound of that?

I don't.

Is your opinion required?

No.

But it should be.

What, what could I do?

Did I order it?

Nephew?

Did I even wish it?

Who are you talking to?

I was thinking aloud.

Well...

I'm gratified to find you
ambling about the county

while the rest of us
are frantic with worry!

What in God's name happened?

Merceron?

Are you certain
you heard correctly?

So certain that I intend to
leave for London first thing.

To what end?

His.

Ross, for Heaven's sake.

Needless to say,
Demelza cannot know.

And needless to say,
the notion is preposterous.

Even if your suspicions
are correct...

If?

I heard his name!

Does it not occur to you that
the man who ordered my demise

is in all likelihood the man
who ordered Bannantine's?

That is pure speculation.And the corrupt governor

who permits torture
in his prison

is more than likely
the corrupt magistrate

who, rather than plead for Ned,
helped condemn him.

Why would he do so?

What possible motive
could he have...

Ross...

I urge you, till you're in
full possession of the facts...

Dwight...

The man has played me.

He has cost innocent lives--
nearly cost mine.

If he denies it...

Which he assuredly will.

He'll pay nonetheless.

And the mine?

The stolen ore?

Can wait.

This is more pressing.And Demelza?

What will she be told?

So you follow some strangers,
you fall down a gulley,

knock yourself senseless.

Crack half my ribs.

Come to this morning
and stagger home.

And who were
these strangers?

Why did you follow them?

They were French.

Why are there even
Frenchies here?

I don't know.

There's naught you're not
tellin' me?

Not that I can think of.

Seven.Seven.

Twice?That's right.

Uh...

Day.

Yeah.

Do...

BOTH:
I...

Praise...

I know 'twill appear I tell it out of vengeance

on account of Sam
turnin' aside from me.

But Tess Tregidden

be up to some wickedness.

And you know this
because...

My father is, too.

Wait, so, our missin' ore...

Be stolen, stored,
and sold abroad,

and swapped for brandy, tea,
and rum. By Jacka and Tess?

Judas, is Rosina sure?

She heard 'em
connivin' together.

Those sneavy,
ungrateful varmints--

after all we've done for 'em!

Did Rosina say
where the ore is hid?

That she did.

Do 'ee not think to tell the mistress?

And give her
sleepless nights?

Well, at least tell her
'ee've found the ore.

Once you verify
it is our ore.

Which I don't doubt
for a second.

And when I know the extent
of the operation,

and who's involved.

I think we both know that.

'Twas a goodly thought

to avoid Wheal Leisure's
main entrance.

And remember an old hidden one.

DEMELZA:Judas.

Cannons and guns.

DRAKE:Sister should be head
of search operations.

Not only does she find out
there's missin' ore,

she also discovers
a weapons hoard!

I agree--
it's not a bad day's work.

What I wish to know is, why would folks

be storin' arms at all?

Uprisin' planned,
do 'ee think?

Led by Jacka?

And to what end?

If they be the Frenchies
you did fight with?

I know that face.

You're up to somethin'.

Wondering how
to rein my wife in,

who chastises me

for taking risks,

while she recklessly ventures
down a mine herself.

You're to blame!

Where the master goes,
the pupil follows.

When did I ever master you?

This weapons hoard, though,
is it not some strange?

French smugglers...

Or French spies.

You think?

What could they intend?

An invasion?

Judas, Ross, I mean...

If you truly believe
that's a risk...

Then I must report it.Yes, but to who?

Persons of influence who can
alert the prime minister.

So that's it,
you're returnin' to London.

My love, I think I must.

I fear it must be
first thing tomorrow.

Doubtless your arguments convinced her,

but I know full well
why you go.

And I tell you, it's folly
to even approach the man.

Wickham?

Merceron.

So I should simply let it pass?

A man tries
to have me murdered,

and I merely shrug and say,
"Lucky he didn't succeed!"

Can you think of no better way
to even the score?

Can you?

KITTY:Ross.

I must take my leave.

I've no idea when I'll see you again.

Kitty, thinking further
on your wish

to hold Merceron to account...Yes?

It's a worthy cause
and should be pursued.

I'm glad you think so,

but what must I do?

Gather up all the evidence
you have,

return with me to London,

and present it to any
who'll hear us.

How soon can you be ready?Within the hour?

My love, would Mrs. Bone
prepare Kitty and me

a light supper before we leave?

Yes, I'm sure...

Well, Horace.

Dr. Enys has found
a new mission.

I agree.

He will not find it easy.

Doors will be closed to him.

But they may open to us.

So...

Despite our silliness
and lack of gravity,

we may yet be of use.

I'm a hard woman, Horace.

I refuse to be a jealous one.

What a happy coincidence

we all have need to be
in London.

So we may keep each other
company on the way.

Yes.

How fortunate.

Captain Poldark to see Mr. Merceron.

Surprised to find
we're acquainted?

Almost as surprised as you
to see me alive.

Hardly.

Every coaching inn from here
to Exeter reports to me.

Your visit
was entirely expected.

Then you anticipate its purpose.

To hold me to account?

What had you in mind, a duel?

Do you actually know
how to hold a pistol?

Or will you have someone
pull the trigger for you?

Oh, the latter, I think.

And I'll supply
a dozen witnesses to swear

it was in self-defense.And then you

can join your friend
Bannantine

on the banks of the Thames.

You believe yourselves
untouchable.

Well, if you doubt it,
ask your friend Wickham.

You know him?

RALPH:Oh...

Oh, my brother knows everyone.

Half-brother, to be precise.

But he is correct.

I do know everyone.

ROSS:You didn't think
to inform me?

Would it have helped?

To understand sooner how
their interests were aligned?

Why they conspired
to bring down Ned?

Why they now
turn their sights on me?

I would have thought
that was obvious.

You interfere
with their interests.

What else
might I usefully know?

That Joseph Merceron
rules the east of London.

As magistrate, he has the power
to sentence.

As prison governor,
the power to punish.

As licensor and leaseholder,

the oversight of every inn
and alehouse

in the city and beyond.

He keeps a web of spies
to nose out activity

hostile to the Crown.

Information he passes to me,

which I convey
to the government,

which, in exchange,

turns a blind eye to his
more nefarious dealings.

Did he inform you that he
tried to have me murdered?

Have you proof that he did?

My broken ribs.

But now that I'm here,

there is something I can prove.

No word yet.

You come all the way
from Cornwall

to bring me vague rumors?

An arms hoard is not vague.

So what am I to do?

Go to the prime minister
with smuggler's tales

on the word of a man
who supported a traitor

right up to the foot
of the scaffold?

What little credibility
you once had is dead.

You are now deemed

at best a renegade,

at worst a traitor.

You'd do better
to return to Cornwall,

and instead of
wild speculation,

fetch proof.

In truth, what did you expect?

To be taken seriously?

By Wickham, yes!

Except I find he's in league
with Merceron.

By Merceron, no.

I... I cannot threaten, flatter,

or appeal to a better nature
when none exists!

And there may in fact be
a better way to bring him down.

"First, do no harm"
is the physician's oath,

but the doctors
of Coldbath Fields Prison

are instruments of vengeance.

How can we
call ourselves civilized

if we turn a blind eye

to such barbarism?

Sir Roger, Lord Emptage,

are you aware that the governor
of Coldbath Field Prison,

Joseph Merceron,

permits the torture of prisoners

in the name
of scientific research?

We are calling
for the government

to investigate these abuses.

May we count
on your support?

Most assuredly.

You have our word.

I wonder that you simply leave me to my fate.

If you do not act soon,
I doubt I will survive.

Sir.

Sir George.

Surprised to see me alive?

In body, perhaps.

But in reputation...

A soldier must know when to retreat.

You are everything
I have sought to be.

But better.

This nation will one day

be a beacon of democracy,

freedom,

justice,

and humanity.

Clowance, dinner's ready.

I'm coming!

We have news to share.

A blessed day
might soon be coming.

For Drake and I.

We do expect...

What?

A child?

Oh, that's wonderful news!

God be praised, brother.

I'm that glad for 'ee.

Come.

Come.

What do you think they'll call it, the baby?

And I'll be glad when Master Sam

comes to his senses.

DEMELZA:Let's raise a glass
and toast

to hope, health,

and a little happiness.

A little happiness.

A little happiness.

Handed out in Hyde Park
by Poldark and his cronies.

Are you serious?

In the park?

Brazenly accosting
all and sundry

with this absurd piece
of fiction!

Brother,
we are amongst friends.

The only fault in this account

is that it does not
go far enough.

So it's true?

These... experiments
do in fact take place?

On criminals
of the vilest kind--

Jacobins, rabble-rousers,

agitators.

But the lily-livered members
of the Commons

might see fit to object

if these people continue
to make noise.

And this document...

Must be stopped!

They must be stopped!

Before they do any more damage.

And how will that be managed?

Go on.

More letters?

The prime minister,
Mr. Canning, Mr. Pitt,

the queen.

If even one of them
takes up our cause....

Caroline?

It's nothing.

A man accidentally stepped out
in front of my horse.

She reared,
but as you can see,

it's no harm done.No harm?

Do I not ride to hounds?

When do I ever lose my seat?

Are you sure
it was an accident?

Caroline...

Your insistence
on coming to London,

championing Kitty's cause,
may I ask why?

May I ask you the same?

I seek to see justice done.

And I.

But I have little to lose--
you...

Leaving aside this accident--
if indeed it was one--

you have a reputation
to consider.

Do I?Yes.

And who knows
how it might suffer

if you align yourself
too closely

with the wife of a traitor?

My reputation as a simpleton,
perhaps?

An empty-headed heiress?

Is that not how you view me?

I merely caution against
too close an association.

Have you considered
that perhaps

it is you who is getting
too close? In what regard?

Am I not bound to help
the wife of a friend?

Now the widow of a friend?

I think there's nothing more
to be achieved here.

Will you return with me
to Cornwall?

Lead on, Dr. Enys.

"...and his four sons with him, hid themselves."

Your speed's getting better.

May I speak with you, brother?

Have it not occurred to you
that Tess,

and her sudden urge
to turn to God,

be not as it seem?

I've been called by God
to bring souls to salvation.

Tess be such a soul.

Why would I not save her?

There are certain matters
that I may not disclose now.

Things that injure us greatly.

Such as?

Speak a word to you, Tess.

Gladly, ma'am.

I know full well
'ee misdoubt me,

and I'll not defend
what I once was,

since thy brother
showed me a better way.

Save your breath, Tess.

I know what you're about,

and I know why.

What do 'ee know?

You think that life
dealt you a poor hand.

And that warrants
taking what you please.

But I too once had
no prospect.

And I looked on others with envy
and asked, "Why not me?"

But what I never did

was stoop to malice,

nor theft.

Like I said, mistress,

'tis your right to misdoubt me.

But I will continue
to serve the Lord

and heed your brother.

Uncle Ross.

I hoped you'd still be here.

I beg you help us.

Us?

The mood is beginning to turn
for Merceron.

I'm told he was snubbed
in the park,

heckled at Vauxhall,

and now it's rumored the Queen
has been petitioned.

And the stink
still lingers

over the "Grove of Death"affair.

Perhaps,
all things considered,

a little distance
might be useful.

A return to Cornwall?

Today?

Her companion and a footman
have also vanished.

Doubtless bribed
to facilitate her flight.

When was she last seen?

Breakfast today.

By now she could
be anywhere.

Though I think we can guess
where she's headed.

And with whom.

And how is my little she-bear?

Yes!

Papa!

JEREMY:Papa.
Mm.

Apologies.For what?

Geoffrey Charles!Hello!

Cousin!

Can you play with us?

Yes, by and by.

Come on, help Papa with these bags.

Yes, Papa.

I can't believe
you managed it.

They're not safe yet.

We must get them out of Cornwall
without delay.

How? Where?

I'll be at Trencrom tomorrow.

Meanwhile, we station a watch
around the farm.

See they do not
leave the house.

Do you not think
that's a thought extreme?

Not for what
we're dealing with.

Sam, take the meadow.

Zacky, Drake, the long field.

Prudie, the garden.

Demelza, you remain here with
Geoffrey Charles and Cecily.

If anyone approaches, use these.

Where will you be?

Devising your escape.

Who the devil's that?

My niece contrived
to flee again.

What? How?

Abetted by the Poldarks
and Enyses,

whose support
of the Despard trull

and her plaguey campaign

have now caused questions
to be raised in the House.

So...

The Hyde Park incident
was not sufficient.

I must devise
a worse deterrent.

What are you doing?

Nothing, I...

You're reading
my private papers.

I'm sorry I was...
I just came across your notes.

And your appetite for scandal
couldn't resist?

Is that how you see me?

A frivolous busybody?These notes are confidential.

You will kindly forget
you ever saw them.

Of course.

The One & All
leaves Truro quay tonight,

bound for the Scillies.

You will not be aboard.

At 10:00, she will anchor
off Nampara Cove,

and I myself will row you out
to join her.

When she docks
at St. Mary's,

you will board The Callisto,
bound for the Americas.

Trencrom will arrange
everything.

Tonight?

How can we ever thank you?

By letter from New York, I hope!

Till then,
nobody leaves this house.

Horace?

Where are you, my sweet?

Have you seen Horace?

Bone?

Pinner?

Dwight!

Horace must have
strained himself

from guzzling every morsel
he comes across.

No, Dwight,

you misunderstand.

This was not Horace--
this was deliberate.

How can you know that?

I know it.

Mrs. Caroline Enys.

My little dog Horace
has been poisoned.

And the person responsible
also had my horse

frightened in Hyde Park.

With all due respect, ma'am,
how might that concern us?

You are acquainted
with the person,

and, I hope,
have some influence.

I very much doubt it.

I lately came across some notes
pertaining to a patient

of Dr. Enys.

A landowner,

mine-owner,

banker.

A person of great eminence
in these parts.

Who has been treated for lunacy.

Advise me.

Should this person's affliction
be made public--

if the king's own malady
is any indication--

few would ever take him
seriously again.

Why would you wish to make it public?

More to the point,

what would induce you not to?

A simple promise

that your "friend"
will not trouble us again.

And by "us," I include
the Poldarks and the Despards.

May I leave the matter
in your hands?

Pray do.

Why are we protecting
some local lunatic?

We're not.

We're protecting you.

Sam!

I did fetch my bible,

so we may study together.

I've a... powerful yearnin'

to learn more
of the loaves and fishes.

And 'ee will, maid, but not today.

I promised sister

I'd keep an eye out.

For what?

Oh, folks lurkin'
who've no business 'ere.

But who would lurk
for no reason?

Can we at least say a prayer?

Surely.

Holy Father...

I'll ready the boat,

then return to bring them
down to the beach.

I'll ready them.

The One & Allwon't wait.

PRUDIE:Master Ross,
have a care.

Take no chances.

Would I?

Horace will make
a full recovery.

I'm grateful
that you broke your rule

of never attending on dogs.

A necessary rule.

Horace is the exception.

My friends.

Your kindness to me
has been more than I deserve.

But I think my presence here
is causing more harm than good.

So I must beg your aid
one last time.

Ross'll be here any minute.

Then we'll be ready to leave.

Dear Lord...

I can't bear to think
of you gone!

Shall we ever
see you again?

It is not
to the benefit of France

to permit spies
to come ashore.

Roscoff.

We meet again.

I distinctly recall
ordering your execution.

ROSS:I regret I could not
oblige you.

No matter.

We can finish the task now.

Just like old times.

Something's amiss.

Ross'd never be so long.

I think I must go to the cove.

I'll come.No.

Ross bid me keep you indoors
till we know it's safe.

I'll not be long.

All will be well.

Perhaps you have some
final message for your wife?

No, monsieur.

But I have one for you.

Or rather... a question.

Why do you assume
I'm an enemy of France?

I myself

have been hounded from London,

am persona non grata
with the government and Crown.

Who has more cause than I
to rethink his loyalties?

DRAKE:Surely 'ee don't think to drag
the thing out thyself?

I've done it
scores of times!

Where's Ross?He should be here.

I can't but think
he's come to grief.

The One & Allwon't wait.

Go, bring the lovebirds!

I'll fetch some oars
and row 'em out myself.

You assume that a loyal Englishman

would not betray his country.

But what if that country
were toothless and corrupt,

and repaid loyalty
with treachery?

As mine has to me.

If he saw another leader,

in whose service
he might find honor...

Would he not be right
to change sides?

There's no sign of Ross,

but The One & All
is out in the bay.

We must get down to the cove

before she sails.

Take care of each other,
my little chibbies.

Make haste.

The sea is rough,

but I believe
we can get you there.

Run!
Cecily!

You have a steady nerve.

You have a steady hand.

You may, after all, be of use

to the République.

Prudie!

Prudie!

Prudie!
Maid?

Prudie!

Prudie!

Again.

Hold him up.

The intimidation

of the Enyses and Despards

must cease.

And likewise any attempt
to injure my stepson.

The reasons

need not concern you.

Only the matter of your
inducement to desist.

Inducement?

When I set on a course,
I dislike to abandon it.

Double it.

Done.

As much as I relish inducements,

maintaining supremacy
is more useful in the long run.

You, I trust,
appreciate that.

The Enyses, Despards,
and Poldarks

have yet to learn.

Beginning with the boy.

The boy is alive.

What?

He lives?

You have little value
to me now.

But you will never be his.

If you want to avoid
a next time,

let me advise you
what must be done.

Attempt to flee
with him again

and he's done for.

You know where I live.

And you know how I value
my family.

Nothing you have said
convinces me to trust you.

That you must earn.

You know I will do so.

Hm.

Ross!

If he thinks to deter us,
he's greatly mistook.

If anything, this makes me
more determined.

He means shortly
to depart for Honduras.

Then we'll be free of him!

Yes.

You will.

But not you?

My love...

Do not hate me.

These last few weeks have

brought me to a better
understanding of myself.

I dislike the creature
I've become.

Reckless, hysterical,

capable of risking her life,
of risking yours?

If we are not together,

would you want to live?

Yes!

With all my heart,
I love this life.

There's so much to...
to challenge,

to achieve, to make better.

But the world would not
let me do any of that

if I became a wife.

You don't wish to be my wife?

I don't wish to be
anyone's wife.

Then you do not love me?

I'm a child.

You're a child.

What can we know of real,
deep, tenacious,

unflinching, abiding love?

You will find
someone better than me.

And... I require only myself.

Forgive me.

So your mind is made up.

And there is nothing
I can do to change it.

Nothing.

But there is something
you can do for me.

But you were not hurt?

No.

Only shocked andafeared.

You?

The Frenchman was a mite unruly
till I assured him

I accidentally strayed
into the mine.

Clearly he thought me
an idiot,

threw me out.

But you made no mention
of the weapons.

Do you think me an idiot?

Yes.

But an idiot I love
beyond measure.

Dear God, Ross,
has the world gone mad?

We've combed every beach,
cove, every meadow for miles.

Still no sign of them.

Will we ever just sit quiet,

drink tea,
watch the children play

without some...
dread in our hearts?

Yes, we will do all those things
again without dread.

Judas! Your face!

Merceron!

No! Wait!

I came here to beg
your assistance.

Are you quite certain this is what you wish?

You know Ross would lay down his life to protect you.

Please!

I will not have anymore
laying down of lives!

If Merceron is brought
to justice...

Which Ross has sworn to do.

Then Ned will not
have died in vain

and I can go to Jamaica
with an easier heart.

But how will you live?

Happily.

Ned did not leave me
without means.

I can buy land,

build a house,
raise my child,

and I can speak of his vision,

work until it comes to pass.

I won't be alone.

Thank you.

Do you see any sign of Merceron's thugs?

May I write to you?

No.

Let's agree that when
I step aboard that ship,

you will walk away

and forget you ever knew me.

As you will forget me.

We have a brave new world
before us.

Let's run towards it
and never look back.

Merceron cannot
touch you now.

And we have all the evidence
we need to bring him down.

Then do it.

For my sake,
and for Ned's.

We will.

All aboard!

All aboard.

Is it time?

It's time.

Two remarkablewomen.

Both, in their own way,
quite bewitching.

Indeed.

First love.

Deepest cut.

There will be other loves.

Greater loves.

Will you do something
for me?

These next few months,

have a care for Demelza.

Where will you be?

Here, but...

My actions may seem strange
to her,

and to you.

What do you intend?

I cannot tell you.

Will not tell me.

But I can tell you this:

It's the greatest gamble
I've ever undertaken.

As things stand,

I see no other way.

On a positive note,

we saved ourselves
a small fortune.

On a less pleasing one...

Caroline Enys may not
remain silent.

Mm.

And worse than that,

those Merceron devils
are still here.

They may yet be of useto us.

Can you picture it?

The French fleet
on the horizon?

God speed the day!

Amen.