Poldark (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 10 - Episode #2.10 - full transcript

I wonder if the Navy's so desperate
as to need a second-rate surgeon.

The Navy will need all the men
it can get if the war continues.

There's something
he need 'ee to see.

We've been working on it for some
days now. Today the lode split.

Henshawe says he's never seen
richer ground!

He tried to stop this marriage
but offered nothing in return.

He's left me with
only one possible choice.

I've been thinking about
our domestic arrangements.

I've a fancy to live somewhere else.

Can scarce sleep at night
for dreaming

of the lode and wanting
to get back to her.



'Tis a miracle.
A mine that do actually pay?

And not just pay. Yields riches!

Your gamble has paid off.

Our gamble.

There are soldiers in the village,
looking for men to enlist.

And we thought war
couldn't touch us here.

He plays beautifully by himself.

Yet it's a lonely thing,
to be an only child.

Must it go? I think
Geoffrey Charles will miss it.

But, my dear, this is where
I'd hoped that my gift to you...

Which?

A portrait of us both,
painted by the celebrated John Opie.

You spoil me.

Would you excuse me, my dear?



How long will Uncle George
stay, Mama?

Sweetheart!
Uncle George lives here now.

You must think of him
as your new papa.

What'll be going on 'ere?
Hop it! This be private land.

Since when?

Since Mr Warleggan be master 'ere!

He can't do that. This is open land.

No longer.

Mr Warleggan will have 'ee hanged
if he see thee here again.

Is... is that wise?

A man who owns land
has the right to enclose it.

But to use force needlessly
is to court enemies.

Are you becoming squeamish?

I merely question the virtue
of provoking one's neighbours,

great or small.

You're sure it was on
Warleggan orders?

Look at Jory. Look at Dan.
Do you not recognise the handiwork?

You also tried to cross
at Trenwith Land?

Warleggan do think
he can do as 'e please.

He needs reining in. Hear, hear!

Who's to do it?
The man owns half the county.

Them Frenchies 'ave the right idea!
Dr Enys?

I used to think so.

But what began as a just cause
has since become a bloodbath.

'Twill happen 'ere soon enough.
Mark my words.

Demelza?

Give me your hand.

Cast your mind back a twelvemonth.

How many times did we think
all was lost?

You'd surely not wish
to be back there again.

Would I not, Ross?

Drink?

Regularly.

Wine?

Canary.

Appetite?

Voracious.

Urine?

Unusually sweet.

So Dr Choake informs me.

And his diagnosis? A fever.

Then the gout...

a wasting disease...

tuberculous infection.

Have you anything to add?

Only that I believe him
to be utterly mistaken.

This is the sugar sickness.
The symptoms are unmistakable.

What must I do?

Give up most of the things you eat
and drink. Wine, especially.

And that'll cure me, will it?

No.

But it may prolong your life.

Will my life be worth living?
It hardly sounds like it!

Dr Enys?

You and I did not part as friends,

so I'm all the more obliged
to you for coming.

But I feel it only fair to tell you
that Caroline will shortly be

engaged to Lord Coniston,
eldest son of Earl Windermere.

I congratulate Miss Penvenen.

I do hope this information
will not now distress you.

Not in the least, sir.
I bid you good day.

Are you quite clear, Dr Enys,
what you're signing up for?

The duration of the war?

Which you assure me will be
long, desperate and bloody.

I may not return to these shores
for years. Or indeed at all.

Where do I sign?

I wonder, is it wise
to seek more confrontation?

Is there, or is there not,

some doubt over the legality
of this arrangement?

My dear, the sale of Geoffrey
Charles's shares in Wheal Grace.

We fear it might have been
fraudulent.

Do you recall Ross mentioning
any new shareholders?

You must know I've had no dealings
with Ross since before our marriage.

Of course, my dear.
Do not distress yourself.

Leave me to deal with the matter.

"Dear Poldark, as you are a trustee
of Francis's estate, perhaps"

"you might shed light on certain
recent transactions which"

"appear troubling."

"Dear Warleggan, as you are not
a trustee of Francis's estate,"

"I do not consider the business
in any way concerns you."

"Dear Poldark, it may have escaped
your notice that Elizabeth"

"and I are now married."

"In attending to Francis's estate,"

"I am merely trying
to take the burden off her."

"She has been unwell and would
prefer to meet you at Trenwith,"

"if you could trouble yourself
to attend."

These are pleasant times, Nephew
No peasant safe from assault!

Or is that just our house?

You need not remain here, Aunt.
Come and live at Nampara.

And let that upstart win?

We need not take much of your time,
provided you can supply

sufficient explanation.

Where's Elizabeth?

Resting. We can complete
the business without her.

I think not. She is
co-trustee in his estate.

I shall do nothing
without her presence.

Well, she has signed
a power of attorney...

so that I may act on her behalf.

At her request, since she wants
nothing more to do with you.

Shall we get on?

The half-share in Wheal Grace,

held on behalf of Mrs Warleggan's
son Geoffrey Charles,

disposed of at the beginning
of the year. What of it?

We're not satisfied
that the transaction was legal.

It was legal.

Mrs Poldark...

Mrs Warleggan received £600
on behalf of her

son for a half-share
in a worthless mine.

And who was so foolish
as to pay her that sum?

I was.

In January, Elizabeth
was in dire straits.

Having persuaded Francis
to sink his last £600 into

the mine, I felt duty bound
to give it back to Elizabeth.

Knowing she would not
accept the money as a gift,

I devised a strategy to do so
without her knowing.

But circumstances
have since changed.

What you took from
Elizabeth and her son...

Purchased... is now worth more
than what you gave for it.

Should you now not return
the half-share of this successful

mine into the custody
of the child's trustees?

In other words, you.

As his adoptive father, naturally
I would manage his affairs.

Last January, had the Wheal Grace
stock come on to the market,

it would not have fetched £10!

The mine was finished.

We kept her going through winter,
and with our bare hands we

reopened her after
a catastrophic rock fall.

We risked everything we had, George.

And against all odds, we struck tin.

So now I deem the profit mine,
not Elizabeth's,

not Geoffrey Charles's

and most especially not yours.

So unless you have
anything else to add...

Er, only that you...

may wish to consider how poorly
this reflects on you.

A man who cheats his young ward?

Up to now I have offered
no violence. But if you persist...

You would not dare
lay a finger on me.

Because your army of servants
will protect you?

Go back to your scullery maid!

Kemp! Harry! Triggs!

Get this man out of my house!

Your house? Your house?

This is Geoffrey Charles's house!

A mild colic.
I'll mix him a sedative.

Come to old Prudie,
Master Jeremy. Go on, then.

See what she has for you now!

You'll stay until Ross returns?

Of course.

I have some news.

I've applied for a post
as a surgeon in the Navy.

I expect to leave any day.

But, Dwight...!
I must gain more experience,

and the war will surely supply that.

And besides, I've had news
of Caroline.

She's to be married.

To a Lord Coniston.

I'm that sorry. I am not.

It was the spur I needed
to put her behind me.

But you did love her.

We would never have been happy.
We're too dissimilar.

Judas! What happened?

It's a scratch.

And nothing
compared to what I gave Ross.

I hope he will have
learnt his lesson.

Are you angry?

Little boys fighting?

He was offensive...
about someone other than myself.

I can scarce believe
we're losing Dwight.

Nor I.

It makes me wonder if I should go.

Why? Because your dearest friend
is running away, so must you?

Because I'm a soldier,
and if my regiment requires me...

Obviously, the thought of leaving
you and Jeremy... It wouldn't be

the first time you've
considered such a thing.

How was Elizabeth?

She avoided me.

As you've avoided her?
What would you have me do?

I would have you be honest, Ross.
To her. To me.

To yourself!

Am I not honest?
Where am I not honest now?

Go to war, Ross. Play at soldiers.

Or stay home
and save all of Cornwall.

What it is to be married
to such a great man...

Letter come.
And Mr Ross do ride to Truro.

There. You hold that.

"My dear Demelza,
as my time draws near,"

"I am both excited and afeared
in equal measure."

"And with Andrew away at sea,"

"I begin to miss my Nampara cousins
most dreadfully."

"How I wish I had your strength
to see me through."

"How fortunate you are to have Ross
always at your side."

Yes, how fortunate.

'Rejoin your regiment?'

Just as your mine begins to prosper
and your family's secure?

It's because we're secure
that I would consider going.

Obviously, I'd need to put
my affairs in order first.

Beginning with George.

He's contesting the sale of
my nephew's shares in Wheal Grace.

The deal was entirely legal.
But that may not deter him.

He has the funds
to finance a lawsuit

and to drag it out for years.

I've had my fill of court.

But what could be his purpose?

To get his hands on Grace
the way he did Leisure,

especially now she prospers. Which
reminds me, my mystery benefactor...

Yes?

I wish to repay him.
So tell me his name.

You recall the loan was
given in confidence.

Come, Harris,
I cannot go away to war

without thanking him in person.

So who is he?

Well, as to that,

I don't recall ever mentioning
a "he" at all.

Caroline Penvenen?

Dwight must have told her
about our business.

Is that not astonishing?

I dare say she's taken
a fancy to you.

I'm a married man.

And that would make
all the difference?

Demelza! It was one night.

How long will it take you
to forgive me?

I don't know, Ross.

How long would it take you
to forgive me?

That's hardly the same.

You would never do a thing
which required my forgiveness.

Are you sure?

When?

Werry House. After the ball,
Captain McNeil came to my room.

How could he dare?!

Because I invited him.

After your antics with Elizabeth, I
decided I might have a turn myself.

A turn? How far did...?

Kisses, caresses.

And then I sent him away.

Good God, Demelza,
was that not enough?

I tell you, I do not
admire you for this.

It does you no credit.

Nor me neither! And what "credit"
did your night with Elizabeth do me?

That's entirely different!
How is it different?

I take no pride in my visit to her.
It was the outcome of

a devotion which on my side
lasted ten years!

Not some tawdry little passion
worked up over a glass of

port with some opportunist soldier
who took what was on offer.

That is precisely not what was
on offer! I did not permit him.

How do I know what you permitted?

You're right, Ross.

How do you know?

If you trust me not and I trust
you not, then what is the

point in this marriage at all?

I entirely agree.

What is the point?

Right, let's get gone.

At this time of night?

Welcome, ma'am.

My father's at sea so has asked me
to be here in his stead.

We expect the confinement any day.

Verity!

This is a turnabout!

Andrew insisted I was not
to be left unattended

but that she should be
the one to come.

Ross? I came to tell you...

Ross?

You... you surely don't intend...
Am I not a soldier?

With a family, a prosperous mine,

a settled life.

But perhaps that's the problem.

You're so blessed
you've nothing to fight for.

What does Demelza say?
Does... does she even know?

She will know soon enough,
whenever she returns.

Dwight, I must tell you.

My... mysterious benefactor...

is Caroline.

How...? Why would she...?

I can only apologise if I spoke
too freely of your business affairs.

I can only express my gratitude
that you did!

I owe you both more than I can say.

Together you saved me.
And in return...

I can assure you, I have no regrets.

And nor, it appears, does Caroline.

And now we may be brothers-in-arms!

My, er, my posting is through.

HMS Travail. I leave
for Plymouth tomorrow.

Godspeed!

And good luck!

She's growing used to me.
Am I not the luckiest of women?

The most deserving.

And you?

Well, Lord knows what I deserve.

How is Ross?

At war with himself...

and the idea of George at Trenwith.

I too struggle with the idea of
my family home in the hands of

a Warleggan.

But Elizabeth has made her choice.

It's nothing. A slight cramp.

It's been happening
since last night.

It may not be "nothing"!

♪ Some say the devil's dead
and buried in Fowey Harbour

♪ Some say he'm alive again
Wedded to a barber... ♪

Stand and deliver!

Captain Poldark! What a treat.

Yet I see no flags out
for your visit.

They put the flags out when I leave.

Tell me all the news of Cornwall.

My dear Elizabeth, this news
has made me the happiest of men.

'So, what brings you to London?'

A need to see justice done.
My mine has begun to prosper.

It was your loan which enabled me
to keep it open till we struck tin.

My loan?

There's no point denying it.

So now you stand accused of wilfully
saving three people from the

worst disaster bankruptcy can bring.

And what is my sentence?

To bear the brunt
of my eternal gratitude.

And to shortly take receipt
of repayment in full.

So instead of thanking me,
you should be congratulating

me on my shrewd business sense!

I believe congratulations
of another sort are due.

Your engagement to Lord Coniston?

Arthur has made me
several offers of marriage,

which I have so far declined.

May I ask why?

The usual capriciousness of my sex.

And presumably you do not love him.

As you say, I do not love him.

In fact, it's probable
you still love Dwight Enys.

Since you left,
he has been unable to settle.

And he has no idea I'm here,
and, had he known,

he would certainly
have forbidden me.

But I thought you should know
that he's joined the Navy.

Dr Enys! Welcome to the Navy.

Thank you.
Let me get you a drink.

Why have you come here?

To ask you why you left Cornwall.

And why you refused Dwight
a second chance after he explained

what happened on the night
of the ambush.

Did you not see him in the weeks
before we were due to elope?

He behaved as if he were
contemplating something shameful...

deserting his beloved patients
in the middle of the night

for the fleshpots of Bath!

Could you not have returned
to Cornwall, defied your uncle?

Lived in a cottage, dined on sprats?

In asking Dwight to leave Cornwall,
I was expecting too much of him.

Since I have left Cornwall,
I have realised I was asking

too much of myself.

So, in effect, your love could not
surmount the obstacles.

In effect, it could not.

Why do I not believe you?

What has he done?

Are you most troubled by
the thing itself or something more?

'Tis the thing itself.

No. No, 'tis more. 'Tis...

'Tis the running away from it,
hiding from what has passed,

the refusal to look it in the face
and stand the consequence.

But isn't that what you
are doing even now?

What would you have me do?

Demelza, I cannot instruct you.

I do not even know the deed.

But reason cannot guide you.

Only the heart.

And sometimes what the heart
dictates makes no sense at all.

Yet it must be followed.

Did 'ee miss I?
Miss 'ee? Y' black worm!

Leavin' I alone to fend off
villains and footpads!

Fat lot o' use you are,
y' lizardy louse!

Where be the maid?
Left us at Bargus Crossroads.

Bound for where?
Nowhere that'll do her any good.

Excuse me.

Ross!

Are you a figment of my imagination?

I hope not!

I'm here to see my colonel
and thought I'd look you up.

I'm astonished.

Well, I'm ravenous! When do we dine?

Is Demelza well?

I couldn't say. I've been in London.

What on earth took you there?

Caroline.

I went to thank her for the loan.

And to congratulate her
on her engagement...

which I was unable to do, since
it turns out there's no such event.

I-I don't understand.

I also made mention
of her uncle's ill health,

which may account for
her decision to visit him.

Whether there's another purpose...
What? So Caroline's...?

Where is she?

Standing just behind you.

Does Ross know you're here?

Is Ross my keeper?

Why have you come?

I thought 'twas to tell you
that I hate you,

you've marred my faith,
you've broke my marriage,

that I envy you...

the passion which you roused
that Ross could not withstand...

that I pity you, because you
could never make up your mind.

Now I wonder...

what do any of it matter?

What you did - Ross did -
cannot be undone.

And you both must live with that.

But I need not.

What will you do?

I'll take my son...

and I'll go back
to my father's house.

You would leave Ross?

I will no longer be ruled
by what he did.

You're welcome to him.

Believe me, I do not lightly
meddle in other people's affairs.

That's been Demelza's way,
and often I've chided her for it.

But lately I've come around
to her way of thinking.

She would say that if two people
love each other, then the

obstacles which keep them apart
must be substantial,

else they lack the courage
of their convictions.

I think she would also say
that life holds very few things

which are genuinely worth having...

and if you possess them, then...

nothing else matters.

And if you don't
possess them, then...

then everything else is worthless.

And yet to gamble on the unknown?

Is not all life a gamble?

And does the gambler
always come off worst?

I suspect that those who suffer most
are the ones who ignore their

heart's desires and spend the rest
of their lives regretting it.

Now no doubt you hate me.

And now no doubt I hate you.

Did you fire that gun?

Judas! You might have killed me!

What do you mean by firing without
checking there's folk about?

Orders, missus.
Shoot all folk a-straying.

Now be off before I fire again.

Captain Ross Poldark,

of His Majesty's
62nd Regiment of Foot.

Fences, my evers!
Never needed 'em in my day.

World's gone to pot!
'Tis a cryin' disgrace.

'Tis.

What happened?

'Tis just a scratch, 'tis all.
That luggard Tom Harry.

He never shot at thee?
On the path by Trenwith.

On Warleggan's orders.
I'll give him orders!

Nay, Jud. I want no more feuding
between our families.

Tell no-one of this,
least of all Ross.

Let me bind it for thee, maid.
I can manage.

Say nothing.

Have you really captured me,
Dr Enys?

You understand this changes nothing.

It changes everything!

Caroline, I'm going to war.

It'd be foolish to pretend
there's no risk.

If the worst should happen...

Why would you speak of such things?

Because I must.
Because you are enlisting

in a venture every bit
as fraught as my own now

and you must know what
you're putting your name to.

I am putting my name aside and
taking that of the man that I love.

How long do we have?

I sail on the morning tide.

So these are our last few hours?

They are.

Where is your room?

He closed off our land!
He gave thee a twaggin'!

An' old Prudie!
He tried to murder I!

Have Cap'n Ross hang!

And now he's gone an'
shot the mistress!

We should set a ring round Trenwith
an' burn it to the ground!

Who's with me?

Why didn't you stop him?
Stop 'im?

Why, 'twas I that told him to go.

George Warleggan do think
he can throw his weight around

and tramp common folk
beneath his boot.

But fire at thee? 'Tis too much!

Prudie, what have you done?

I think in January
we'll settle in town.

Trenwith is so out of the way,

and I must be on hand to keep an eye
on the new building.

The Warleggan bank?

We start demolishing
those unsightly hovels next month.

Of course, my prime concern
is for you.

What do you want?
To tell you to bar your doors.

There's unrest in the village.
They may march on Trenwith.

You expect me to believe this?

I've no love of you, George,
nor you, Elizabeth, but for the

sake of Geoffrey Charles
and Agatha, I urge you.

A mob would be ill advised
to trespass here.

They would be breaking the law, and
I would see to it that they hang.

If they didn't string you up first.

Is that a threat?

It's a plea - for him
to come to his senses.

Did Ross send you?

How could he? He'll be
on his way to France now.

My informers tell me
he's rejoined his regiment.

Surely he hasn't snuck away
without telling you?

But perhaps, having tasted
defeat at home,

he's gone to vent his rage
on a different enemy.

Defeat?

As you see.

His foe is in possession
of the field.

Of his ancestral home.
Of the woman he loved.

And in March, the rout
will be complete

when Elizabeth gives birth
to a Warleggan heir.

I look forward to Ross's
congratulations...

if he ever returns.

But don't let me keep you
from your scullery.

Perhaps you should barricade
yourself in yours.

To what purpose?

To save yourself from being lynched.

Tankard! Harry! Triggs! Kemp!

Paul! Jud, don't do this,
not for me.

I beg 'ee, lead them home,
there's women and children inside.

If Warleggan have no care for ours,
why should we care for his?

Don't do this! Save yourselves.

They have weapons.

So do we!

And it's time to see him taste
his own medicine!

Be advised, we have firearms
and won't hesitate to use them.

Come on, then, come on!

Don't tempt me, Mr Paynter.

I would dearly love
to send you to the devil.

As 'ee tried to do once before.

And see how well that worked.

There'll be no second coming
for 'ee this time.

Take aim!

No! Stop!

These people are your neighbours!
Why do you treat them so?

They are threatening my family
and must take the consequences.

Lost our nerve, have we? Didn't
fancy the battlefields of France?

My servant informed me
of one closer to home.

And on which side will you fight,
Ross? For the civilised world?

Or the revolution?

On the side
that stands for humanity...

which would seem to preclude yours.

So, what do you intend? To incite
a riot? Quite your speciality!

These people need no inciting.

They would happily tear you
limb from limb.

And with good cause!

But they would pay for it.

What care us? T'would be worth
every penny!

I urge you to go home.

Do not give this man
reason to see you hang.

You have families. Wives, children.

They are worth ten
of this sorry excuse for a man.

Go home.

Go home.

Should you not join your comrades?

Have a care, George.

Do you really want to provoke me?

You know I could call them back
in an instant... at any time.

And this is what you came back for?

No.

Caroline?

My dear niece, to see you here!
I'm... I'm all amazement!

I am come back
to care for you, Uncle.!

Now tell me
what Dr Enys prescribes.

Here is his list of instructions.

I'm beginning to think
I misjudged that young man.

You, of course, don't waste a
moment's thought on him, do you?

Not a single one, Uncle.

I trust you know we were never
in any actual danger.

Ross thought to scare us, but in
the end he was forced to back down.

I've been thinking of Harrow
for Geoffrey Charles.

He's still overly attached to
his mama. We must toughen him up.

You mean... send him away?

To one of the best schools
in the country.

But he's so young.

And he will miss it here.

And I... Will have our child
to attend to.

Geoffrey Charles has had you
all to himself.

And now he must learn to be a man.

So she's with child.

George must be exultant...

to be in my family's home
and in full possession of...

Everything you hold dear.

Not everything,
but many things I hold dear.

You'll get over it.

Demelza?

What are you doing?

I'm taking Jeremy...

to my father's house.

From there, who knows?

You're leaving me?

I came back for you!

I chose not to go to war.

'Tis not my concern what you choose,
only what I choose.

And why would I choose a man
whose heart belonged to another?

You are my wife! Raised from
the gutter to be a great lady?

I'll never be such a one.

But what do I care?

For I am fierce and proud
and steadfast and true

and I'll not settle for second best.

Why would you be?

Because you love Elizabeth! Because
you will always love Elizabeth.

Because you cannot conceal your pain

that George now possesses her,
body and soul!

Do you deny it?

I do not deny that I loved her.

Long before I set eyes on you,
she was my first...

perfect...

untouchable love.

Whereas I am dull,
imperfect and ordinary.

Not ordinary! But, yes, imperfect.

Human!

Real!

What that night with Elizabeth
taught me... And God knows,

there should have been other ways
for me to come to my senses,

but my arrogance...

my... idiocy...

has been spectacular.

All I can say is...

after that night...

because of it...

I came to see that if you take
an idealised love...

and bring it down to the level
of an imperfect one...

it isn't the imperfect one
which suffers.

My true...

real...

and abiding love is not for her.

'Tis for you.

She will never come
between us again.

What did you expect when you made
a pact with the devil?

I hoped - still hope...

that George may be
more accommodating

once his child is born.

He may.

But are you willing
to wait that long?

March is not so far away.

Unless it comes sooner.

What?

The child.

Why should it?