Poldark (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Episode #3.1 - full transcript

- Can not a man love two women?
- I think he loves Elizabeth better.

- To the Poldarks.
- And Wheal Grace.

- Are you stalking me, Dr Enys?
- Not at all.

- I am a gentleman, sir.
- And she is an heiress.

I ask you to marry me.

- Don't go there tonight.
- Get out of my way.

I love him to distraction and
will marry him next month.

- Do you not want her?
- I don't know.

He's left me with only
one possible choice.

I thought you should know,
he has joined the Navy.

- I'm going to war.
- So, these are our last few hours.



My true and abiding love is for you.

She will never come between us again.

In the summer, Elizabeth gives
birth to a Warleggan heir.

Unless it comes sooner.

Elizabeth!

- Are you hurt?
- No, not in the least.

- Please let go. I can manage.
- You could have been thrown.

- Well, is it any of your concern?
- You were in difficulty.

- Would you rather I just abandon you?
- Because that would be unheard of?

I wish you nothing but good, Elizabeth.

- You must know that.
- Must I?

Elizabeth, what happened? One moment
you were behind me, the next...

- The horse bolted.
- I happened to be close by.

Neither my wife nor my unborn
child require your assistance.



Must you turn everything
into a battle, George?

Lay hand or set foot on
anything of mine again,

and you will find the
battle has barely begun.

Yah!

How looked Elizabeth?

Must be near her time.

- Or within a month of it.
- I know little of these things.

- And care even less?
- Would you rather I care more?

I'd rather there was one day in seven

that you did not rise before dawn.

Then I fear you've married the wrong man.

What is it for, Ross?

You're always about some
task, but to what purpose?

'Tis almost as if to keep
your mind from thinking.

Whereas you, my love, think too much.

If you recall, my dear, I was
against you riding at all

with barely a month to
go before the child.

- Perhaps it was a little reckless.
- And not for the first time.

Only yesterday, I find
you lifting heavy books.

Before that, a threemile walk.

Perhaps you'd advise against
me joining you in Truro today.

My dear, nothing would gratify me more

than to have you beside
me at the grand opening,

but our priority now must be the
welfare of the Warleggan heir.

Mama, I heard Saphira
took you for a gallop

and Uncle Ross saved you.

- Who is spreading such tales?
- We ought to thank him.

- Shall we ask him and Aunt Demelza to dinner?
- Excellent thought.

Uncle Ross and Aunt Demelza
do not visit us now.

But why should that be?

- They are Poldarks and we are...
- Warleggans.

I've been thinking, boy,

that the time has come
for you to take my name.

He was born a Poldark.

But since his mama's
marriage, he is now my son.

Since you wish it,

- I will change my name...
- Good boy.

To Geoffrey Charles Francis Poldark.

No. No. No. No, my dear.

Your efforts, though
valiant, will be in vain.

Dr Enys warned me

he could only prolong
my life, not save it.

Dr Enys may be wrong.

Dr Enys is at sea

and doubtless gives me
not a second thought.

Still, there is, however,

something that would ease me.

If, when I'm gone,

you will be cared for by a
husband of wealth and consequence.

Lord Coniston has written,

asking for permission to
announce your engagement.

And, as I have told you,
I cannot consider it.

You are my only concern.

Still, I wish...

Shh, Uncle. The subject is closed.

Captain Poldark!

Finally!
George thanking 'ee for saving Elizabeth?

No. The thing I've been labouring
to bring about for months.

I must leave immediately.

- How will it be managed?
- With care and the utmost secrecy.

Judas, I can scarce
believe this day has come.

It's far from over, and
anything could go amiss.

Well?

Tomorrow.

Who be this, then?

- Prudie, this be my brother, Drake.
- Good day, ma'am.

How be you've escaped father's clutches?

Nay, 'tis he did send me.

- Wherefore?
- To fetch 'ee home.

And is the broodmare
safely back in the stall?

I must ask you not to use such terms.

Elizabeth is much more to me than that.

Which, frankly, baffles me.

The thrall she's exerted
over you and Francis, Ross...

I fail to see the fascination.

- In fact...
- You think I could have done better.

Yes, Uncle. You've said so many times.

And the Poldark brat?

Grows more like his father every day.

- Spoilt, petulant.
- And overly attached to his mother.

Two words.

Boarding school.

Softly, Uncle. These things
must be done by degrees.

But, in fact, I will be tackling
the subject this very afternoon

after we've commenced our mission
to be the only bank in Cornwall.

- Be this Cap'n Poldark?
- My brother, Drake.

- What brings you here?
- Father, sir, did send for Sister.

- To what purpose?
- To make his farewells. He's adyin'.

Will you go?
- I've no liking to. The man never loved me.

All he ever give'd me was bruises.
And I.

Though it do grieve me,
I think I must decline.

'Tis brother Sam did urge me here. I
tell'd him 'ee wouldn't come back.

- 'Tis not for want of love of thee.
- I do know that, Sister.

Impending arrival brings fresh travail.

That's cheerful.

Blood, name, purpose, fate...

The cards tell me naught.

But he's coming, sooner than we think.

Uncle Ross!

Come indoors, boy. The
rabble are mustering.

Would you like me to convey your respects

to young Master Warleggan?

By all means, if ever he exists.

As if that monstrous bank were not enough.

Now George must flaunt his ownership
of all the Trenwith Poldarks.

Well, he means to put me out of business.

- Every day, he grows more dominant.
- The war with France suits him.

Men like Enys go off to fight

while George stays home and grows rich.

Fine way to make a profit.

But of matters more pleasant...

Your accounts are healthy,
your mine prospers.

My land thrives, my family is well,

and I promised my wife
my fighting days are done.

Then what could possibly go wrong?

It did gladden the heart to see
how 'ee live now, Sister...

In such contentment and with
so fine a gent as Cap'n Poldark.

Yes, Brother. Truly, I am blessed.

Tell Father that I'll pray for him.

Morwenna!

This way, madam.

- Are we here to ask for money, Mama?
- Don't be uncouth, Morwenna.

Your father may have left us destitute,

but we are not so vulgar as to beg.

My dear Mrs Chynoweth.

Such a noble family name

and so undeserving of
your current misfortune.

I hope I can be of service
on this auspicious day.

May I present my daughter, Morwenna?

I have the honour to be your relation,

since I married your cousin, Elizabeth.

And, as you may know,

our first child will be born next month.

- Yet I worry for my stepson.
- Is he unwell?

Thankfully, no, but with
the arrival of a sibling,

I'm concerned he may no longer
receive the attention he deserves.

But I've been speaking with your mother

and we think we've found a solution.

The bank opening was so dull.

I made Trigg take me home
as soon as it was over.

Uncle George has returned.

But who is that with him?

A governess?

What on earth do you mean?

Forgive me, cousin, this
is no reflection on you.

It's just... we have never discussed this.

Why would Geoffrey Charles
even need a governess?

My dear, you must see what I'm thinking?
We do!

Do we want him to feel neglected

in his final year before
he goes away to school?

But I thought we'd agreed
he would not go away.

I would miss him too much,
and he would miss me.

But your cousin is a most amiable girl.

She's, of course, no substitute for you,

yet she will help him
to be less dependent.

And her presence here will
take the burden off you.

My son is not a burden to me.

And how can I applaud an
arrangement in which I am no longer

the major influence in my child's life?

But how could you ever continue to be

when, in a month, you will
have our child to care for?

- You fetched all I asked for?
- Now you can supply the feast.

If you can supply the guests.

I saw George outside his new bank.

- Geoffrey Charles was with him.
- By choice?

Francis must be turning in his grave.

Message from the mine. 'Ee have a visitor.

Who's our mystery caller?

Well, Uncle Ross. Well, Nephew.

- So, you've escaped your jailers?
- Seeing you reminded me of Papa,

so I thought, "Why should I
not go and visit his mine?"

- You're welcome any time.
- So I should hope.

After all, mining is in my blood.

Your father must have
told you, mining is hard.

- And the results uncertain.
- This seems real enough.

Well, that's the finished article.

I should like to find
some for myself. May I?

See here? This is a fine quartzy rock.

And that becomes bright, shiny metal?

Sounds easy, does it not?

To think I'm the last of
the Trenwith Poldarks.

- You forget Aunt Agatha.
- So do you.

Or so she tells me!

I think of her often.

And you.

This is Morwenna, your new
governess, and my cousin.

I hope, in time, we can
become good friends.

Of course you will!

Aunt, Uncle Ross said I
must pass on his good wishes.

- He misses you.
- And I, him.

- Where did you speak with Ross?
- At the mine.

- I went to visit him.
- By whose permission?

I need no permission
to visit my own family.

Quite right, boy!

Fitty fizzog he have,
little brother of yourn.

- I wish he'd never come.
- 'Ee'd sooner not be minded of him?

There's much I'd sooner not be minded of.

I should learn to be like Ross.

What he can't abide to think
on, it's like it don't exist.

- Ross, am I a bad daughter?
- He was a bad father.

And yet 'tis a bond, Ross...

father and child.

Despite all, it cannot be denied.

- Can you be there and back in time?
- If we leave now.

If you're late, we cannot wait for you.

Of course. You mustn't miss the hour.

I can scarce believe 'twill happen at all.

It must and it will,

provided the other
parties play their part.

No, Horace. You must stay
here and guard Uncle Ray.

Caroline? Are you going out?

I've been thinking over
what you said, Uncle,

about Lord Coniston,

and I wondered if I shouldn't go to London.
My dear.

You'd make your old guardian very happy.

I only wish I could come with you.

I'll be there and back before you know it.

Sister be here, Father, as ye did command.

Take his hand.

The hour is upon me, Daughter.

I'd easier go...

if I know'd 'ee've
returned to the light.

The Lord is merciful and
He shall guide 'ee home.

I thank the Lord kindly...

but I believe I know my own way.

Samuel. Drake.

'Tis for thee to lead...

the fallen souls of Cornwall.

Aye, Father. We'll make it our mission.

Ross, here you are.

Tom Harry spied you riding this way.

I believe I'm free to do so.

Unless you've purchased
every church in Cornwall.

There are a few places
I've yet to purchase,

Wheal Grace being one.

I think we both know there are
things which even you cannot buy.

Your stepson, for instance.

It would be a mistake
to encourage his visits.

A mistake for whom?

He's my stepson and heir. He'd
do well not to displease me.

Surely his very existence displeases you.

I shall tolerate him for the moment

for I may soon have a son of my own,

and then everything will change.

Before Papa died,

sometimes villagers would pass
and we'd all talk together.

But since, Uncle George had fences built.

Why did he so?

Uncle George likes people
to know what he owns.

He's been very kind to me.

He is kind, till
he gets what he wants.

He can't last much longer.

I'd stay, but I'm already late.

What will you do now?

Sam do wish us to get
out and spread the Word.

And what do you wish?

Just to get out.

Shall we begin?

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together

here in the sight of God...

Does your mama approve
of you wandering so far?

What harm can it do?

I did not say I disapproved.

I'm a great believer in
fresh air and exercise.

I see we'll agree very well.

Look. There.

That's my Uncle Ross and Aunt Demelza.

The other gentleman is Dr Enys.

He used to attend our family
before Uncle George came.

When Papa was alive, we
saw much of Uncle Ross.

Even after, he and Mama
were good friends...

- but now, no longer.
- How sad.

I wonder what could be the cause.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth? Elizabeth?

Elizabeth? Help! Give me some help here!

Help me carry her upstairs.

And send for Dr Choake.
Bid him come at once!

To Ross... who conceived
and executed the plans,

spirited me from Falmouth,
arranged the parson.

And even brought the bride's bouquet!

- Demelza's handiwork.
- And the feast?

Prudie must take some credit!

Since Jud moved away she's had
time to perfect her puddin's.

And that be another good
reason t' bless his departuring!

- You don't miss your former wedded bliss?
- Like a ruptured spleen!

If Caroline and I are half
as happy as our saviours,

we'll be fortunate indeed.

Be Mr Penvenen very sick?

He cannot last more than a fortnight.

An' he've no suspicions?

Why would I distress
him? But what could I do?

The minute Dwight was granted leave,

I knew I could not wait a moment longer.

An' must you return to your ship tomorrow?

24 hours shore leave is all I'm permitted.

Has Dr Choake arrived yet?

The servant says he's been
called to another patient.

- He'll come when he can.
- Damn him!

I'll insist we have first
call on his services in future.

- What other doctor is hereabouts?
- Dr Enys?

That quacksalver? Absolutely not.
In any case, is he not at sea?

- What of Dr Behenna?
- Lives the other side of Truro.

- Take time to summon him.
- Let him be summoned.

Demelza and I regret we
have chores to attend to.

Let me show you to your room.

Do you like her? I once
feared you did not.

Now I know her better, I
think her a remarkable woman.

At pains to disguise her
own goodness as if it were

- something to be ashamed of!
- Like someone else we know?

I'm forever in your debt.

The debt was mine long
before it was yours.

I am honoured to be able to repay it.

To Nampara, with haste.

Are you nervous?

I would be, were tonight our first time.

- A remarkable woman I've married.
- And I, a remarkable man.

Still, I hate having to deceive my uncle.

Would it kill him to know the truth?

He has his heart set on
my becoming Lady Coniston.

He would give out entirely
if he knew I was Mrs Enys.

- I'm sorry for that.
- I could not be less so.

But in his case, ignorance
is most assuredly bliss.

And in mine, bliss is
most assuredly Caroline.

It'll be hard for Dwight to leave again.

Yes. And yet you envy him.

Do I? His clarity of purpose, perhaps.

The simple act of living in the moment,

not knowing whether you'll live or die.

And something more?

A life more simple?

No shadow from the past which
may come back to haunt him?

Everyone has shadows. The
trick is to outrun them.

Or ignore them.

A letter come from Trenwith
from Master Geoffrey.

Has he pushed his
stepfather down the stairs?

Elizabeth's been taken ill.

Dr Choake cannot be found
so the boy begs Dr Enys

to come in his stead.

There appears to be no external damage

but these internal pains...
You say the onset occurred

- directly after the fall?
- Almost at once.

Do you think they will go away?

I suspect not.

Your wife has suffered a serious
fall. You should prepare yourself.

For what? Surely there's
no risk to the infant?

Or Elizabeth?

Childbirth can be a precarious business,

particularly when it comes a month early.

You're not suggesting...?

These are birthing pains, sir.

The child will be born tonight.

But surely that's a month before her time?

Doubtless the fall has
brought on her travail.

So much for my wedding night!

More port?

I warned you she was a poor choice.

A younger, more robust specimen

would have better served the purpose.

How difficult it must be
for him, he and Elizabeth.

Forgive me, I've no
wish to be impertinent...

- but did they not...?
- What?

Love each other once?

And though it's long past,
to know that tonight she'll

be delivered of the child
of his worst enemy...

It must be vexing.

Yes, I believe it is.

If it comes to a choice, obviously
the child takes priority.

She is in a good deal of pain.
When do you expect Dr Choake?

God knows! It's hours since he
was summoned to Killewarren.

Killewarren? On whose account?

Ray Penvenen's, naturally.

Apparently he's taken
a turn for the worst.

And just when his niece has left for London.
- Dear God.

He's had a good innings.
Noone's immortal.

Dr Behenna is delayed in Truro.

You would not think of leaving my wife unattended?
- Of course not.

But I'm expected back at Nampara.

I'd be grateful if you could
have a note delivered for me.

Ross?

No sign of Dwight?

How unlucky is he?

This accident could hardly
have come at a worse time.

You think it an accident, then?

The boy's letter said so.

Yet, why would Elizabeth
fall down the stairs?

That ape Tom Harry! How dare he
show his ugly fat phizog 'ere!

Judas!

Dear God! I must go to my uncle.

- Can Dwight meet me there?
- Elizabeth is gravely ill.

How ill?

Is she dying?

Is the child?

The letter doesn't say so but...

I must go to Killewarren at once.

You'll go with Caroline?

Of course.

What is that at the edge of the moon?

- What is it?
- A black moon.

'Tis a bad omen, mark my words.

Quickly.

Feet up.

Sam?

What do it mean?

'Tis the coming of the shadow of death.

I ne'er was the godfearing kind.
Nor I.

But if I were, I'd pray.

For what, maid?

Deliverance.

Is it alive?!

Is it alive?

Father, I will do as 'ee bid me.

Go forth into the world an' save souls.

Do 'ee join me, brother?

Uncle Ray?

Caroline? You should be
halfway to London by now.

I came back. I realised there is
nothing there which cannot wait.

And will you stay with me now?

For as long as you wish.

You have a son.

Your son is healthy, strong.

He appears no worse for
coming a month early.

- I think we need to detain you no longer.
- On the contrary.

Your wife has endured
a difficult birthing.

Much as it inconveniences me,

I cannot leave until I'm
assured of her safety.

- He favours you, I think.
- Yes.

Yes, I see the resemblance.

May I present my son and heir.

So that's what an
eightmonth brat looks like!

Hold your tongue, old woman,

before my nephew has you
thrown on the midden!

- What will be his name?
- Old family names be the best.

Joshua or Francis...

or Ross.

Elizabeth and I agree his
name will be Valentine.

May I take Geoffrey
Charles to see his mama?

- Can you not wait till morning?
- I want to see her now.

Chastise him for his insolence.

- Show him who's the master here.
- Aye, do!

- Call Tom Harry.
- That great lump!

- He doesn't frighten me!
- Well, he should.

Take Miss Poldark's chair and
remove it to her chamber...

and Miss Poldark with it.

Unhand me, you devils!

- George, tell them to put me down!
- Carry on.

Elizabeth shall hear of this!

Manhandled in my own
house! Stay, you vermin!

I would speak!

That child of yours.

What of him?

Cursed he be!

Born under the black moon.
No good shall come to him!

I have never known the
blessing of a happy marriage...

but it's been my privilege to
have had the guardianship of you.

Shh, uncle, do not exhaust yourself.

Had I ever married, I might
have understood what it is

to follow one's heart

and I should not have
prevented you from doing so.

Can you ever forgive me?

Uncle Ray, what if I told you
there was nothing to forgive?

My dear girl.

My dear, dear girl.

Elizabeth is alive...

and her son.

Dwight returned just before dawn
and left shortly after for Falmouth.

- I must speak with George.
- Why?

There is a conversation which
can no longer be avoided.

The babe doesn't look at all like me.

That's because he's your half brother.

He may be more Warleggan than Chynoweth.

Now that he's here, you
must be prepared for change.

- Your mama will be much occupied.
- She will always have time for me.

Of course. Love will never change, but...

Where are we?

Is this still Trenwith land?

Nampara's. Does it matter?

- Only that your Uncle George may...
- Uncle George doesn't concern me.

Let's go further!

Come on!

Well, Ross!

Are you here to congratulate me?

Fatherhood changes
everything, does it not?

Will you take a drink with me?

Why have you really come?

To make a bargain with you.

Always assuming you have something I want.

I do.

Myself... out of your life.

So these are my terms.

You possess things I hold dear.

My family mine, Wheal Leisure.

My family home, Trenwith.

But most importantly, my
great aunt and nephew.

Is that all?

Have a care for them.

Do not use them as a means to injure me,

or you will wish you had never been born.

In return, I will remove
myself from your life.

You will live in your world
and I will live in mine

and there will be no need for
our paths to cross ever again.

Is it far now?

A mile or two, brother.

Will 'ee ask her, or shall I?

As to that, I believe
the Lord will guide us.

Do 'ee believe 'tis all his plan?

For instance, do he decree us
to meet yon souls up yonder?

Maybe so, brother. For he
'ave made we fishers o' men.

And this could be our first catch.

I'm hungry. I hope Mrs
Trigg's made jellies!

- Good day.
- Good day to you, ma'am.

Do 'ee know the way to Nampara?

But we know'st the way.

I regret I'm a stranger here.

I'm not. Stay on the path and
you'll come to it directly.

Much obliged, sur.

We're strangers us'selves.

Do 'ee bide in these parts
or be just passin' through?

She's staying.

Are you not, Morwenna?

Morwenna?

'Tis a liltin', musical name.

I'm Drake.

'Tis a pleasure to meet 'ee.

- And you, sir.
- I 'ope we may meet again.

I know why ye've come.

This is a change of heart!

There was a time when you
fought to escape your family.

- As you now mean to escape yours?
- George is not my family.

Geoffrey Charles is.

I must trust him to his mother's care.

And the child?

To his father's.

Yes, Ross.

So we'll have no more to do with Trenwith.

I think that's for the best.

No good can now come of connection
between our two families.

And since you've lost
a part of your family,

can you find it in you
to embrace a part o' mine?

My dear, you will be pleased
to hear we are rid of him!

- Who?
- Ross.

Finally he has admitted defeat.

He will never again approach our
house nor any member of our family.

He actually said that?

A new chapter begins...

without him.

There's something I must tell you, Ross.

Though I fear you will not like it.

I'm with child again.

You're not displeased?

I might wish the timing were better.

The war's getting deadlier

and everything in this world seems
less certain... except for you.

- Are you so certain o' me?
- Perhaps I don't deserve to be.

No, you do not!

But with you beside me...

whatever life sends...

We can face it.

Ross Poldark has chosen to sever all
ties with his Trenwith relations.

And you'll favour me by never
setting foot on Trenwith land,

nor having dealings with
any of the household.

- Who's that?
- Miss Morwenna!

It seems a lifetime
since I married Dwight.

He'll be home again soon.

We have an invitation from Sir Francis Basset.
- Who's he?

What George aspires to be.

There are rumours that the
merchant ship is the Esmeralda.

- She appears to be missing.
- And the Travail?

Lost off the French coast.