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Les prisonniers contre le mur!

Allez! D�p�chez-vous!

Vite! Vite! Allez!

Allez, messieurs. D�p�chez-vous. Vite! Eh!

- Mais non. - You're making a mistake.

Non. English?

Tell them l wasn't one of you.

We have all say that, they don't listen. Our group was betrayed.

We failed. Others will take our place.

- Royalists? - Be glad, you can die for something.

Peloton d'ex�cution! Rassemblez!

Attention.

Citoyens soldats,

mort aux ennemis de la R�publique!

Chargez vos fusils!

Visez!

Ya! Ya!

Halte l�! Sergent, ne tirez pas!

Bien s�r, monsieur.

Excusez-moi, monsieur, mais ce n'est pas de ma faute.

You will wish to apologise for wasting the good breakfast

l had for you five days ago, Captain Poldark.

How, er...

How did you know?

ln this place, when an acquaintance fails to appear,

- one makes inquiries. - Peloton d'ex�cution!

Rassemblez!

- l owe you my life. - l share the honour

with your captain and your man. They told me what you were about.

- Where are they? - They sailed yesterday.

- They had to. - Did they know l was in prison?

Only that you were missing.

God. They would have told my wife.

- And she's pregnant. - Then you should not have come, sir.

How did you manage it?

Oh, l've been trading in Roscoff for 12 years, Captain Poldark.

l would have been a dead man long since

but for certain papers l have, safely lodged in Paris.

You see, the commissaire has been feathering his nest

in the name of the revolution. l have the proof in those papers.

He's well aware that if l lose my head, he will lose his very soon after.

He can be persuaded to do me a favour, as he did today.

You know my business. Would he...?

No, no, a little at a time.

Visez!

Feu!

lf you are to survive in this country, you must steel yourself.

You'll see worse sights than that, l promise you.

My man is imprisoned at Fort Baton.

l need a map of northern Brittany.

Come back with me.

- Mon Dieu, c'est terrible ici! - Non.

Miss Caroline Penvenen be here, missus.

Thank you, Prudie.

- Have you been waiting? - No, no, no.

Oh, you barely show. How long is it?

Six weeks.

- Are you well? - Yes.

- And Jeremy, how is he? - Well.

He has his little ailments but... Your uncle?

Oh, still no change. He simply won't allow himself to die.

- 'Tis no wonder you're so thin. - Is there any news?

- No. - Can't the ship go back?

Trencrom won't go.

- Hasn't Nanfan any clue to Ross's... - None.

Oh, Demelza, l'm sorry.

So am l. Doesn't help Ross.

lf l could pay someone to go...

Money won't get him back.

Ross away three weeks.

And you carrying his child.

l know how you must feel.

Do you?

You must hate me, Demelza.

Oh, not you. It's Ross l hate for leaving me like this.

What's the use?

Your man's missing, so is mine.

We're two in the same boat, you and me.

Oh, Demelza.

Caroline. Oh.

'Twas nothing to do with you.

'Twas a need in him.

Oh, it is wrong of me to be bitter.

l should have known, it was all part of being Mrs Ross Poldark.

For better or for worse.

# ..pluck a rare rose for my love

# l do pluck a red rose blowing

# Love in my heart

# A-trying so to prove

# What your...

- # What your heart # - Missus.

- Missus. - Yes?

Missus...

Oh, Ross! You're back.

l was going to surprise you.

Then l thought of our friend, here. Thought better of it.

- Oh, you... - How is he?

- She. - It.

- Oh, heavy. - You're not a bit bigger.

Well, l feel enormous. Oh, Ross, what happened? Three weeks.

The ship was driven into Roscoff by a storm, l got away in her.

- Before that. l know nothing. - Oh, l'll tell you later.

- Dwight's alive. - Oh, thank God.

- My love, l'm starving. - You must ride over and tell Caroline.

l tell you, l'm starving.

l'm weary and saddle-sore and you turn me out of the house?

l'll get you some food before you go. Oh, what's that?

l said l'd bring a toy for Jeremy.

Oh.

Oh, you fool.

- l saw Dwight. - They let you?

From a distance. It was all l could do.

- Caroline'll be so happy. - Not at what l saw.

- He was dying on his feet. - You won't tell her that?

- No. - Oh, Ross.

- What are we going to do about Dwight? - What can we do?

- Try to get him ransomed. - If we can't?

- Ross? - That food, my love.

l don't like what you're thinking.

- And what is that? - That you can't just let him die.

You wanna go out there again.

Don't worry. l'm home now.

And Dwight's alive. That's the important thing.

- Drake! - Quiet, lad.

lt's safe. No one's about. l thought you'd never come.

l never been this way before.

- It's ages since l've seen you. - How's Miss Morwenna?

When Papa was alive, this pond was full of lovely toads.

Your mother and Mr Warleggan gone to Truro?

Yes. They weren't ordinary toads.

Aunt Agatha says they were huge and they had yellow stripes

and they went ''rrr-rrr'' ever so loud.

You'll be going soon, l reckon...

Uncle George had all the toads killed.

- It's ornamental now, he says. - ..and Miss Morwenna.

Aunt Agatha was terribly upset when they killed all the toads.

- l'll show you the house. - No, 'tis not safe.

- It is. - Take these to Miss Morwenna.

lt is safe. There's no one there except Morwenna.

Come on.

- This way. - Geoffrey.

- Isn't it dark? Wait a minute. - Geoffrey!

- Drake. - Miss Morwenna, l-l never...

- Well, but the boy... - You mustn't stay here.

- l picked these for you. - Oh, they're beautiful.

They was in the wood where we first met. Remember?

- l remember. - l'll mind that day all my life.

l wonder if it was a good thing.

What? 'Twas like no other l ever known.

Perhaps it was wrong of us to meet.

l know l have no proper right but l'll never own it was wrong.

There is no right or wrong in this world, just what they allow.

Look what l've got. Hello. l'm showing Drake the house.

- You mustn't, Geoffrey. - But the servants are drunk.

- l think Drake should go now. - l say he shall not.

He is my guest and l am the man of this house.

Come on.

Come along, l say. You too, Morwenna.

These are all my ancestors. See this one, this is...

- Are you going to Truro? - Tomorrow.

- How long? - l don't know.

- ..and this is his dog. This is... - When will l see you again?

There were more but Uncle George had them cleared away.

Oh.

As he had the toads cleared from the pond.

- l'd better... - The toads drove him mad.

Come along. l'll show you my secret room.

Well, come on, or l'll yell and someone will hear.

- It's never used. l play here. - l think we should go down.

Be quiet. My aunt is in the next room.

She's not as deaf as she seems. Oh, God's life. Now we're in trouble.

- Have you any tinder? - No.

- We'd better go. - No, l'll get a light.

You'll write to me when you're gone?

No.

Are you cold, Morwenna?

No.

l thought you shrimmed.

Don't, Drake.

You can't go away from me like this.

l wasn't long, was l?

Have you thought what we're to do with your cousin Morwenna?

- Do? She's coming here tomorrow. - l mean in the long-term.

She's happy with us and we with her.

lndeed but she was only to be with us for a year.

- Time is passing. - There's no hurry, surely.

Geoffrey Charles was also to go back to school in a year.

Oh, she's a good teacher, George.

- He's making excellent progress. - That is not the point.

A boy needs schooling, not a governess.

l deferred to you because... my concern is always to please you.

But it was for one year.

And we are to pack the girl off home?

She need not be sent home. l was thinking along other lines.

- She is of marriageable age. - George!

She's of a good family and appearance.

- Well, in time, yes, but... - But she has no money.

No. Oh...go on.

There are men who would be glad of a young wife.

- Older men. - She might prefer a young man.

Or younger men who would be glad to ally themselves

with the house of Warleggan.

- That's her affair. - No. Family alliances are a matter for us.

For us? But we're not her parents.

Her mother can do nothing for her.

l shall find her a husband and provide her with a dowry.

After all, she is your cousin.

And you have thoughts as to whom?

- Some names. - Wait. l shall make a list.

- You find this amusing. - l do a little, yes.

Vulgar, perhaps. Like the offices here which pay for your luxuries.

Why are you so sensitive?

Well, who is there?

l had considered Sir John Trevaunance.

- Sir John? He's an old man. - He is 58.

Your other thoughts?

- Sir Hugh Bodrugan. - Oh, he is the most loathsome lecher.

And you would not like so coarse a person in your family.

- Thank you. Do go on. - l think l tire you.

We ought to consider Morwenna's happiness.

l could not propose either of these men to the girl.

Very well. There is a younger man... of 30 years old.

Osborne Whitworth, a clergyman.

But he is married with two little girls.

His wife died in childbirth last week.

lt's a little soon, is it not?

He'll be out of mourning by the end of the month.

He has two young children and debts so he must put himself on the market.

A dean's daughter should attract him.

You are a remarkable man

but let us not press the child.

There's no haste.

Ross, do you remember a girl called Morwenna Chynoweth?

- Elizabeth's cousin. - We saw her at church last Michaelmas.

- Tall girl, spectacles. - That's right.

l got news for you. Drake's in love with her.

What? Are you telling me...?

- Oh! Judas. - Demelza.

- Is it coming on? - No, no, it's only light.

Sam told me.

Drake has been meeting Geoffrey Charles and so met Morwenna.

This is madness. She's far above his station.

- Have you spoken to him? - No.

The girl, is...is she fond of him?

l suspicion so, from what Sam says.

- Does Elizabeth know? - Course not.

lt's bad enough between George and me, does Drake have to worsen it?

- l thought you should know. - What shall l do?

- Send them both away? - Judas, no.

l won't lecture him. He can take the consequences.

l thought he might get at cross with George and his gamekeepers.

Serve him right. A pest on your brothers.

- Ooh! Judas. - l'm going to get you to bed.

No, no, no, it's only light.

Oh, l'm a lump.

l'll be glad when l've had this baby and back to size.

- l'll get the doctor. - Oh, Ross, don't fidget.

l'll tell you when.

l still won't be much use to you when l've had this baby,

- feeding and smelling of milk. - You'll do.

Perhaps l'll ask Caroline to oblige.

Go on, admit it. You are a bit in love with her.

- Not in the way you mean. - And she with you.

What's she gonna do about Dwight?

Go to London. Ask the Admiralty to ransom him.

- Can they? - It was easy a few years ago, not now.

- The whole system's broken down. - And so?

Well, she's been helping that French colonel, de Sombreuil,

to win support in Parliament for a landing in Brittany.

- Then? - It may set Dwight free.

And where do you come in?

Oh, Judas.

- Judas! - Demelza. Prudie!

You're gonna meet your daughter soon.

Help me get her upstairs.

And then for God's sake go and get Dr Choake!

l baptise thee in the name of the Father and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Amen.

- There you are. - Very, very nice.

Thank you for coming. Thank you so much.

Will you come and visit us at the house?

lt ain't right. Ain't proper.

Clarence.

Clarence is for a boy. 'Tis a bad omen.

'Tis Clowance, not Clarence. No, best you skeat out your earhole.

Can hear as well as you can.

You shut that gurt hole in your face and come on.

Get your hands off me, you daft...

Dr Choake.

You attend my great aunt, Agatha Poldark.

- How is she? - Miss Poldark?

Oh, we attended her in the middle of last month.

She's little changed. Her condition is one of age...

The family's in Truro. Is she being looked after?

l could not say. If there were a crisis, we'd be sent for.

- l sincerely hope... - Thank you...for everything.

l'm worried about Agatha. l'll call, as l'm so near.

Not today. You can do without bruises and broken teeth today.

Take the children home. l don't fear the servants.

The Harry brothers are there and Sid Rowse, he's meant to be worse.

They can't refuse to let me see my aunt.

Oh, please don't go, Ross.

lf Ross must go, then so shall l.

l am welcome in that house. No one dare raise a hand.

- You go back with Demelza. - l refuse.

What are you gonna do about it?

Why...it's Ross, ain't it?

Aunt.

Damn it, you should have telled me who 'twas.

l'd have been ready, sir. l told maid to ask you to wait.

lt's a good thing l didn't.

This is not your wife, Ross.

This is Miss Caroline Penvenen.

We met at Valentine's christening.

Eh? Eh?

l thought he was whoring again, like when he was young.

l've come to tell you that Demelza's had a girl.

- We've named her Clowance. - Oh, a girl, eh?

A bud off my little Ross.

The air is bad. Will you wait downstairs?

You forget, l am used to sick rooms.

This room be a midden now that George is away.

You're a skunk, Lucy Pipe.

Look at it, not even a proper fire.

- Slattern reeks of gin. - l'll have you...

Hold your tongue, slut!

- Can you hear me, Aunt? - Oh, yes, boy.

You shall come home with us.

Our house is not so grand but you'll be with your own.

Come and live with us.

Oh...nay...my boy. Nay.

lt's not right that you should be among strangers.

Live with you, at Nampara? That's what you said.

That's what l said.

Boy...that drawer...

The first one.

Open it. Give me that.

Oh, l was pretty, wasn't l?

You, Miss whatever-your-name-is,

can you believe this is me?

'Twas painted in this house.

A present for your little girl.

Nay, 'tis kind and brave of you

but l've lived in this house for nine and 90 year

and no one shall put me out till my pass comes.

'Tis kind and brave of you, Aunt, but think.

lt's difficult for me to come here when George is home.

- You can't stay here alone. - Oh, aye...alone.

When you're my age, wherever you live you be alone.

Perhaps, but not lonely also.

All the Poldarks dead, except you.

There's no one to talk to me.

But not half so much alone as l shall be in a year or two.

Then come now, l'll get a carriage.

No, l must stay where l belong.

Miss Poldark of Penrice.

- You know why? - Why?

Well, though l be sick and weary and scrump with the cold,

l mean to stay till my 100th birthday next year.

And to torment George.

Oh, Ross, l real torment him.

l do love to get him all riffled up with anger like a rams-cat.

He hate me and l hate him.

At least come until George and Elizabeth return.

Oh, if l left this house l'd not live the month.

Not even with all your care

and your dozy little bud to attend me.

She know where she be well off.

Get off your fat rump. l want a good fire and this room clean.

Or l'll have Mrs Warleggan turn you out.

God bless you, boy.

And God bless ee, ee thin rake of a girl.

Back to your childer and leave me be.

May l ask what ee do want, sir?

None of your business.

l did ask polite.

l know you. Sid Rowse. You were underkeeper at Trenwith.

My position's improved since them days, sir.

But not your efficiency. l had to wake that slut upstairs.

Now, you get the servants busy. Look after Miss Poldark.

l need no telling, sir, what to do in this house.

Then do it. l'll be back in a week with a horsewhip.

Now, out of my way.

l give you one more chance.

Door be this way, sir.

You'll not see us out. About your business. Quickly.

Quickly!

l'm feared for ee, going to that place.

- Haven't seen a keeper yet. - 'Tis your soul l'm feared for.

Long as l keep my body in one piece.

l fear you've turned away from God to follow after a woman.

Now, that ain't true.

Your heart's not with us, it's with that girl.

You always say God is love.

- God is heavenly love. - And be earthly love sinful?

Nay, earthly love between man and woman is not sinful,

if it be sanctified by marriage.

There must be a time before that when you do first meet the girl.

- You do know what l mean. - And me - you'd rather think bad on us.

- l only... - l been happyjust knowing her.

l don't like seeing you bang your head against a wall.

You can't marry a girl of her class and that's it.

- Others have, sister has. - That's different!

'Tis the other way round.

Tell me, who puts love there?

- If it be love. - Who puts it there?

God.

Then it don't matter which way round it be.

Let me present the Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

Your admiring servant, ma'am.

Charmed. It was so good of you to come to tea.

l was desolated to hear of your bereavement.

Ma'am, grief itself is vanity, one must put it off.

- As l see from your attire. - No, the outer garment. The heart.

lndeed.

Your parish keeps you busy?

One scatters the seed. One scatters and hopes.

Tea.

And let Miss Morwenna know that tea is served.

My wife's cousin, Miss Morwenna Chynoweth.

- Her father was Dean Chynoweth. - A pillar of the establishment.

- She's a charming girl, devout. - Indeed.

And cultivated. Devoted to the education of our boy.

lt will be a pleasure to meet the daughter of a fellow cleric.

- And how are your little girls? - Utterly bereft.

Children need a mother's care.

l pray that the Lord may send them a comforter.

And a helpmeet for your labours.

Ah, here is the young lady.

Morwenna, please meet the Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

Miss Chynoweth, modesty itself, a subject for a painter.

- Your new dress becomes you. - Thank you, cousin.

lt was a surprise to find it on my bed.

A little gift from my wife.

May l, Miss Chynoweth? Privilege of the cloth. Sit by me.

l shall have much in common with Dean Chynoweth's daughter.

- Here is Dwight's letter. - Thank you.

''l am writing this, altogether unsure whether it will reach you

''or whether the rogue whom l have bribed will tear it up.

- ''l am safe and not unwell...'' - Thank God.

''..though our treatment has been barbarous.

''There is no contact with Paris

''and the commandant freely indulges his unpleasant whims.

''l have been fortunate, in that there is much work for a doctor.

''2,OOO men to care for, packed into this den like herrings in a barrel,

''riddled with fevers and scrofula

''caused by bad food and close confinement.

''My own Caroline...'' The rest is personal.

He says nothing of parole or exchange?

No, and your trip to London yielded nothing?

No. They were polite at the Admiralty but quite adamant.

They said a ransom would disappear into someone's pocket.

- Your French friend. - The Count de Sombreuil?

- How go his landing plans? - In Brittany.

Well advanced. If the British would decide.

Pleasant fellow. Will he be coming this way any time?

Yes, l believe so. Quite soon.

Will you send him an invitation? l'd like him to dine here.

Yes. l'm glad you liked him.

As soon as possible. His enterprise fascinates me.

Thank you for coming, Whitworth.

You have been a frequent and welcome visitor since Christmas.

l have remarked your attentions to Miss Chynoweth.

- She is much in my thoughts. - Thank you for being frank.

- l stand in loco parentis. - My intentions are serious.

Quickly to the point is how l like to deal.

Man to man. l didn't see Miss Chynoweth when l came in.

l've sent her and Geoffrey Charles to Penrice.

The boy needs coaching before leaving for school, you do understand?

- Pe_ectly. Let me continue to be frank. - Please.

The young lady has aroused in my bosom a pure devotion.

- Admirable. - Which one must set aside

when one discusses the condition of marriage between gentlefolk.

- The settlement. - Her father was not a man of means.

- No, Mr Whitworth. l am. - Precisely, Mr Warleggan.

l'm under no moral obligation. She's not my daughter.

But as she's my wife's cousin, it's not inappropriate to make some gift.

- A generous one. - N...?

f2,OOO.

The regard l feel for Miss Chynoweth can bloom,

l feel sure, into true Christian love,

- if the seed is tended. - A nice parable.

- l have no mercenary motive. - Certainly not.

But it would degrade your family for a cousin to marry

and not keep the condition of a lady.

l am f1,OOO in debt.

lt is my business to know such facts.

- 2,OOO will put you in credit. - That is not enough.

lf we were to live in a cramped style, it would reflect on you.

l shall need a safe capital of not less than f6,OOO.

Mr Whitworth, l can get a title for that money.

Then l will not stand in her way.

You are getting the daughter of a dean and of a noted family.

She's devout, healthy, submissive,

fond of motherless children - you have two, have you not?

- Angels. - She's a good housekeeper,

and she is but 18.

lt is because of my two orphan chicks

that l am compelled to ignore my own feelings and be practical.

Let us say f5,OOO.

Remember l act only to please my wife. There are plenty of young men about.

- Then l fear l must look elsewhere. - Of course.

The choice of a debt-ridden clergyman is limited

but look, look by all means.

My love for Miss Chynoweth urges me to make yet a further concession.

Let us say 4,OOO.

You appear not to be aware that l closed a mine recently.

Business is bad. The war, you know. Two-five is my limit.

Plus 250 for repairs to my vicarage.

A man who can bargain is worth his price.

Bless you. l am happy we've come to an agreeable understanding.

Sir, Miss Chynoweth, with true maidenly modesty,

has given me no hint of a response.

- l hope she welcomes the match. - She will...

when she is told.

This is the last time l can visit you, Aunt.

Eh?

They won't let me in again. George is coming back.

Shame on him. Cess to him.

Shite take him!

l'll ask Miss Penvenen to see you.

Oh, Ross, boy, l've a thing to say to you before you go.

Mind you the 10th of August.

The 10th? Oh, it's your birthday.

Yes, my 100th.

That's what l've been living for.

No Poldark ever reached it afore.

No, none beyond 90, as far as l know.

And now Agatha Poldark's going on for 100.

Four months more, that's all l got to stay.

- So you think on that. - You'll stay, Aunt, for years.

Oh, nay.

But...l'm going to have a party.

A party? Does, er, does George...?

George? Huh! 'Twill cost no money

to that tight-fisted rogue, no.

l've got money. Not much but enough...

- Now, don't get excited. - George can't stop me.

'Twould get all about the county if he stopped me.

l'm going to have all my friends

and l'm going to have the neighbours, all the neighbours,

and a big cake.

And you and your little bud and the childer...

l want to see your childer afore l die.

- Of course you will. - So you mind that, now.

- Mind that day. August... - ..the 10th.

Come in, Morwenna.

Sit down, my dear.

l asked you up here because what l have to say is...

Well, it's between women. Have you any idea what it is?

No.

The Reverend Osborne Whitworth is calling here tomorrow.

- Does that enlighten you? - No, Elizabeth.

Oh. You are very young.

He has asked for your hand in marriage.

Mr Warleggan has agreed to the match.

ls that not wonde_ul news?

You must have had some idea.

He's a good-looking young man. You'll have an excellent position

and Mr Warleggan has promised a handsome dowry.

Well, does our thought for you displease you, my dear?

Oh, come, Morwenna.

- l do not care for him. - He cares for you.

How can he? We have talked so little.

lt seems words were not needed.

What can he know of me or...or l of him?

Enough to wish to make you his wife.

l don't want to be his wife.

This has obviously come as a great shock to you.

- Do you want to get rid of me? - Far from it, but think.

Osborne is in holy orders, as your father was.

- Does my mother know? - l have written.

She will be delighted, as a widow, to settle an elder daughter.

Did you tell her that we loved each other?

l told her that an engagement would be announced shortly.

And if l write and tell her that l don't even like him,

will she still be delighted?

Pray think this over before you write and upset your mother.

You seem to have a false, romantic idea of marriage.

ls it wrong to want love?

Was it false and romantic when you married Francis Poldark?

Was not that for love?

When you are young, it is natural to expect romance.

But you must accept the guidance of older people.

- Was it not for love? - Since you ask, it was.

And within a 12 month, it meant nothing to me.

ls that what you wanted to hear?

No.

lt is time you grew up.

l married Mr Warleggan because it was a sensible thing.

lt has been much more successful.

Marry Osborne Whitworth

and though there seems to be no love, it may grow, that's how it is.

You both mean to be kind...

but l can't.

l can't feel...

l can't.

Do you play whist, Miss Morwenna?

l had extraordinary luck last night.

Our opponents held ace, king of hearts and ace of diamonds.

My partner and l drew trumps and made 12 tricks between us.

The moment l set eyes on you, l was determined to make you my own.

l felt l was guided to come to tea that afternoon.

lt was a happy day when Mr Warleggan assured me

my sentiments were returned.

Ah, you will be my new helpmeet.

My wife and the new mother that little Sarah and Anne need.

You'll find the vicarage sadly neglected.

There's dry rot and one chimney smokes

but we'll soon put that right.

l don't...l don't think...

Do not fear me, Miss Chynoweth, l will teach you how to love me.

l haven't any feelings at all.

That is because you are a good woman.

Good women are modest, they fear the duties of matrimony.

- And l love you all the more for it. - No.

We are betrothed, you must not refuse me a chaste salute.

No!

Excuse me.

My dear, l am a patient man. Take your time.

l shouldn't have let you in.

Geoffrey Charles has cut his ankle badly.

- l know. - He's in bed.

- Can l go to him? - There's someone with him.

What did you bring me here for?

l...l'd better see you out.

- Won't you talk a little? - No.

l've got a feeling you don't want me to come here no more.

That would be best for both of us.

Why? What's changed, Morwenna?

Nothing. We shouldn't see each other, that's all.

Am l to see naught of Geoffrey Charles?

He'll go to school, he'll forget.

l won't. And you?

l will.

- That ain't true. - Yes it is.

This acquaintance should never have begun.

Forgive me.

Now, go.

l'll go if you look at me when you tell me.

These last months l've thought of naught else.

Working, eating, sleeping, praying -

you've never been absent.

You're everything in the world.

The sun, moon...

day, night...

without you, 'tis nothing.

Nothing.

Please, go.

Tell me, then. Look at me and tell me to go.

l have told you.

l want to see the truth in your eyes, look at me.

l can't!

Look at me.

All right, look...

Look...

No, no, my love, not yet.

But we belong to each other, don't we? Say it.

We belong to each other.

Did you know Ross Poldark's been here while we've been away?

- No. - Lucy Pipe just told me.

- He won't come now we're here. - Is that all you can say?

Lucy says he forced his way in, threatened the other servants...

- My dear. - Yes?

We did leave Aunt Agatha unattended.

She has her own maid.

No, l mean unattended by any relative or friend.

That man has been using my house as if it were his own -

looking in my desk, l don't doubt!

l detest him but he would not pry.

He's been coming here since he was a boy,

he regards this as a Poldark house.

- A Poldark house?! - Even though it is your house.

Listen.

- What is that? - Curious noise.

This is the last straw. Hey, you there!

Fetch me Tom Harry, Sid Rowse, anyone!

l just don't understand, sir.

You cleaned out that lake, why are there frogs?

Toads, sir.

Frogs, toads, why are they there?

Sir, l don't know. We did clear out that lake good and proper.

You made half a job of it and now they've bred again.

They did go away in the fields.

We did hunt 'em but it's not possible to find all.

How many other jobs have you half done?

Tell Tom Harry l want that lake cleaned out.

Yes, sir.

l want every one of those creatures killed.

There be one there, Harry. You get him first.

Right, Tom.

Fool.

Wait here.

l can see one here.

Give us a hand!

- Do you hear? - Sir, these are not our toads.

They're not the toads we got rid of last year.

l been talking it over with Tom Harry and Zeke Mason.

- Mason do know all about toads... - What is this nonsense?

Zeke Mason do say our yellowback toads was a special breed.

Now, he's looked at these and he do say

these come from the ponds of Marazanvose.

Marazanvose?

Tom Harry's gone to make sure.

They've migrated?

Toads be queer creatures but not that queer.

Marazanvose be three mile away.

These have been brought here for your devilment.

Devilment? Who would do such a thing?

lt's not for me to say, sir.

Wait outside.

Devilment.

Elizabeth, we were talking of the devil.

Who?

Remember when we got rid of all the old toads?

Agatha Poldark cursed me for it,

said they'd been here as long as the family.

She told Ross when he visited.

- That would be too childish. - Oh, would it?

Now, pay attention.

l want a day and night watch kept on that lake.

l'll instruct Tom Harry to take on extra men if need be.

Five men on each turn. Understood?

- Understood, sir. - l want him caught.

And taught a lesson. He is to be treated as a trespasser.

Trespasser, aye, sir.

- And if we do catch him? - If?

When we do catch 'e, Cap'n Poldark's a powe_ul strong man, sir.

He might not see it same way as we.

l pay you to do a job. See that you do it.

He's not likely doing this by himself.

Does he fill you with such terror?

He's trespassing and l want him stopped, do you understand?

And let me tell you one other thing.

lf this trespass continues, you can both Iook for new employment. Is that clear?

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

- Drake, please don't go. - 'Tis only a bit of fun.

l been there twice and haven't seen a soul.

Warleggan got no dogs, he don't like 'em.

- Drake, listen to me. - Look, you're makin' a noise.

l'll be back in an hour.

Drake!

The landing is on. Your government has said yes.

- When? - June.

As long as that?

lt takes time to prepare.

6,OOO soldiers put aboard British transports,

enough weapons to arm our supporters

and a British escort fleet to be assembled.

l cannot wait. l'll go myself if l have to.

lmpossible.

Our bridgehead includes the territory of the prison.

- We will release your friend. - And if you fail?

ln that prison, they shoot men for being slow to obey an order.

A Frenchwoman tried to pass in a bowl of soup -

she got a bayonet in the belly.

The commandant congratulated the guard that did it.

The officers are treated worse - the ruling class.

- Savages. - Your countrymen.

My friend, there is evil in all men.

War lets it loose.

l will tell you something in confidence.

De Maresi and l are taking a party of volunteers over

a week before the main landing.

We'll organise a force of supporters

to take certain beaches from the rear and assist the landing.

A reception committee?

- Come with us. - That's very generous.

We will see you safely ashore but after that you will be on your own.

Just put me ashore.

- Madame Poldark knows of this? - She accepts it, not gladly.

- l must be leaving. - You won't stay the night?

No, l must be in Truro by morning.

There's a quick way, l'll find you a guide.

- Cap'n Poldark. - Sorry to disturb you so late.

This is the Comte de Sombreuil, a good friend.

l want a guide to take him to the Truro road. Where's Drake?

Not here, Cap'n, but l know that way. l could go.

l'd be most grateful.

- Cap'n? - Yes?

Oh, it's nothing.

- Out with it, man. - It's Drake.

- What about him? - l'm afeared for him.

- Why, where is he? - It might all be foolishness

and l shouldn't really tell you but...

- l begged him not to go! - They'll break his neck.

- l'll go after him. - You escort the Comte.

l'll look after Drake.

Gotcha! Ha!

l got him! Come here! l got him!

After him! l'll cut him off by the gate!