Poldark (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Episode #3.4 - full transcript
If you are found ashore after
midnight, you will be executed.
I hav-have the list of names.
Oh, Ross, he's alive!
- What is his name?
- Lieutenant Armitage, sir.
They only praise the
Lord in their own way,
but Odgers forbids them the
church. Where must they go?
Captain Ross would gift
we this storehouse?
I, George Warleggan, do swear to
act as a Justice of the Peace.
20 lashes.
Ross sends his brother-in-law to
encroach upon our lives yet again!
- Are we never to be rid of him?
- Not here, but in Truro...
I'll miss Geoffrey Charles, of course,
but the thought of being
out of Ross's reach...
- The grain ship's in!
- It's in! The grain ship's in!
The Princess Charlotte was ambushed
this morning at Truro quay.
- Was she carrying corn?
- Mm.
Then, of course she was ambushed.
What else could starving people do?
You have been found
guilty of riot and theft.
Crimes for which there
can be no justification.
The grain stores have
been empty for months.
Failed harvest, worst winter in 30 years.
To summon up a vicious mob,
to seize without compunction
the property of your betters.
This demonstrates a contempt for the law
which cannot go unpunished.
How else are poor folks to
get food in their belly?
No doubt they paid dearly for it.
20 dead.
Some shot... others trampled
underfoot in the panic.
- Is the Princess Charlotte not
a Warleggan ship? - She is.
Then those who survived will also pay.
I'm committing you for
trial at the next assizes
with recommendation that you be sentenced
to 15 years transportation.
It's not fair!
Move along!
Argh!
Prudie?
Run and make sure all's ready.
I don't like it. It ain't sense,
it ain't clever, it ain't wise.
It is more than wise to avoid
the faddlings of Dr Choake!
Without Dwight, Ross won't
hear of me birthing alone,
but what he don't know can't hurt him!
Run!
Do George Warleggan not see the connection
between failed harvests and folk rioting?
And his decision to
hoard grain? Clearly not.
I give you Wheal Leisure.
Once a Poldark mine,
built on Poldark land.
Begun with high hopes and the naive aim
of giving work and decent living
conditions to local men and women.
Now in the hands of a
man without conscience.
For whom workers are
chaff and profit is God!
It was a noble aim, Ross.
It was a worthy enterprise.
I wonder if he thinks so.
What did he die of, starvation?
Pneumonia.
I'm told he'd been fading for weeks,
but declined to stay home and rest.
He has only himself to blame.
It would appear so.
This was a good mine before you
got your hands on her, George.
My dear Ross, this was
only ever an average mine.
Oh, the famous red copper?
The precious commodity which
made her such a rarity?
It's finished.
Oh, there are other lodes.
Far less rich, far less profitable.
Yet I see why you're so attached to her.
You're kindred spirits.
Both full of noise, but
ultimately lacking in substance.
Go on, Ross, tell me to get off
your land. Oh, wait! You can't.
Because the land we're standing
on belongs to the mine.
And the mine belongs to me.
How do you sleep at night, George?
Perhaps you should ask Elizabeth.
Ross, shall we?
Demelza?
Demelza?
Captain Ross, Mistress Demelza say,
can you fetch her up a dish of soup?
Surely that's your...
Thank you kindly, my man.
Just set it down over there.
- Are you unwell?
- Never better.
Can I do anything else for Your Ladyship?
Well, you could say good
day to your daughter.
Miss Clowance Poldark.
Where was Dr Choake?
Oh, it was all over before
we could send for him.
Why is he so fretful?
Dr Choake says it's wilfulness.
He thinks we should put our foot down.
Martha, see he's kept warm and quiet.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm going to Lady Randolph's for tea.
Do you dine at home this evening?
At the Trevelyans. And then
to the Carricks for cards.
Invitations come thick and fast.
Though not from the Godolphins.
Despite your letting young
Anthony off the hook in court.
These ancient families
require persistence.
But Christmas is coming, the
perfect excuse for a ball.
To which the Godolphins will be invited.
But will they accept?
I must go. I'm expected at a Wheal
Leisure shareholders' meeting.
Sadly, without the presence
of Ross Poldark to amuse me.
Hm! How I miss the days
when I had him at my mercy.
Drake! You came! What's in your basket?
- Toads!
- You said your aunt loved a toad.
I've a gift for you, too, Miss Morwenna.
Winter primroses!
Where did you find them?
That's for me to know.
But if you ever wish for more, I'll
comb the earth in search of them.
Come on.
Aunt Agatha, Drake's
here, with a surprise!
Uncle George hates toads.
He had them all cleared from our pond.
Imagine if they ever came back!
Geoffrey Charles, I'm not sure
your Uncle George would approve.
- Of the toad?
- Of our guest.
Aunt Agatha won't tell
him, will you, Aunt?
Did you know Geoffrey Charles's
friend is related to my nephew?
Of course you do.
For Geoffrey Charles's
friend tells you a great deal.
Tell my nephew his aunt is
much aggrieved at his neglect!
I have a letter.
From our celebrated member of
parliament, Unwin Trevaunance!
- Whom you jilted. - I may have encouraged
him to think he had another chance.
- In return for?
- Information on a certain naval officer.
- And?
- According to this letter,
he's brought his influence
to bear at the Admiralty,
and they have everything in hand.
- Have they? - Our people are
speaking to their people,
and shortly, all the
officers will be released.
- In time for Christmas?
- Or shortly after.
So Unwin has his uses, after all.
- A letter for you, Miss.
- Thank you.
Oh.
Geoffrey Charles and I are
to go to Truro for Christmas.
To Uncle George's?
The carriage will come for us on Saturday.
How long will you be gone?
A few weeks?
Maybe more.
I'd come to bid you goodbye, but
I must be at the christening.
'Tis my sister's child, Clowance.
Your cousin, Master Geoffrey.
If we're away for Christmas, I
must give you your present now.
- Oh, there's no need.
- Oh, there is. Wait there.
- I've nothing to give you.
- You gave me this.
It's the most precious
gift I've ever received.
You never take it off.
I never will.
Here you are, Drake.
So you can write to me when I'm away.
Oh, thank you, Master Geoffrey.
Your cheeks are flushed,
Wenna. Have you a fever?
Be that the light of God in your eyes?
Maybe not entire, but it
is sacred to me nonetheless.
But is she worth the
risk of your mortal soul?
Reckon so.
Is that wise?
I have neglected her of late.
You swore you'd keep your
distance from all things Trenwith.
Agatha is not all things Trenwith.
She's a Poldark, and my aunt.
George has brought Leisure to its knees
and I'll be damned if he'll
do the same to Agatha.
So why shouldn't she come to
my daughter's christening?
I've sent the carriage for
Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles,
as you requested.
- Geoffrey Charles, wait!
- You needn't come!
I don't think either of us should.
I'm going, Wenna. No-one needs to know.
We thank you, Almighty
God, for the gift of water.
Over it, the Holy Spirit moved
in the beginning of creation.
My husband is here in spirit.
And as godfather in absentia.
In these times of dire
poverty and starvation...
.. remind us how you led
the children of Israel...
.. out of their bondage in Egypt...
.. into the land of plenty.
How your son, Jesus,
received the baptism of John
and was anointed by the
Holy Spirit as the Messiah.
Christ did lead us through the toils
and tribulations of this earth,
from the bondage of suffering
into everlasting life.
- I hope you'll forgive our intrusion.
- It's no intrusion.
Will you join our celebrations at Nampara?
Oh. Well...
- Oh, Wenna, let's!
- I don't think we can.
We're leaving for Truro.
Indeed, we're already late.
But maybe just for half an hour?
I fear we cannot.
Much as I would like to.
- You'll spend Christmas in Truro?
- More's the pity!
Uncle George is no St Nicholas!
- And poor Aunt Agatha will
be left all alone. - Indeed.
- My brother is a gentle soul.
- He has a kind of goodness.
The like of which, I've never known.
And were he of your station,
I'd wish for nothing more.
But he's far beneath it.
Cannot aspire to it.
You know it.
I know it.
'Tis well you're going away.
It will break the bond.
So I tell myself.
Goodbye, Morwenna.
Come, Geoffrey Charles, we're very late.
My hat! I left it on the seat.
I'll go.
- I'll come and visit.
- No.
This must stop.
Can you stop?
Yes.
- Cheery little thing.
- Sometimes.
- How has she been?
- Just fine.
Did you hear about the goings in St Ann's?
Another corn ship raided,
two young tackers shot.
Unwin assures me it's only a matter of
time before Dr Enys will be released.
And in the meantime, he receives
the best possible treatment.
Did I not order you to
rest, Lieutenant Armitage?
And who would order you to rest?
If any dared, I wouldn't heed them.
Then may I watch and try
and learn something useful?
'Tis good news of Dwight.
If it's true.
You forget, I've been a
prisoner-of-war myself.
But Dwight's a doctor, will
he not get special privileges?
Let's hope so.
I intend to open my house
to all emigre nobles
fleeing that wicked regime.
It's the least I can do.
She hates to feel useless.
I know the feeling.
What is it? Do you not like my gown?
Your gown is exquisite.
But I cannot permit you to dance tonight.
With anyone but I.
Geoffrey Charles has some spirit.
I'm impressed he disobeyed his governess.
Which reminds me, Aunt
Agatha never replied.
Perhaps she never received the note.
There's only one thing for it. I
shall go and fetch her myself.
They'll never admit you.
They'll likely shoot you!
Not if I'm with him.
We shan't be long.
Mama!
You're very late. Go up and
change before the guests arrive.
- Guests?
- For the ball.
- Oh. But... - I've ordered a
new dress for you. Make haste.
Begging your pardon, sir.
Captain Poldark is here to visit his aunt.
A glass of canary and a
blazing fire, if you please.
Of course I never had your invitation!
Do you think I'd miss a chance
to drink port and eat heavy cake?
This room is like ice.
The maids don't make me a fire.
So that's George's plan.
To kill you with cold and infection.
Pfft!
Come and live with me at Nampara.
And lose the chance to torment him? Nah!
I was born in this house,
I'll die in this house!
If it costs me cake, a few hot coals...
What must Geoffrey Charles think,
seeing that gamecock strut about his home?
And Valentine.
I feel sorry for any child,
having that as a father.
No Godolphins, no
Boscowans and no Bassets.
It's snowing. They'll be
anxious about the journey home.
Mm! Very eye-catching!
Always was. No wonder Francis
never let her out of his sight.
I meant the cousin.
Morwenna, I'm bored!
I wish we were at Uncle Ross's party.
We should not have even
been at the christening.
I'm sorry I allowed
myself to be persuaded.
I'm not, I'd like to know
my cousin Clowance better.
I'd wager she's less
dull than Valentine! Huh!
First thing tomorrow,
I'll write to Harrow.
I want that brat out of my house.
- How was she?
- As expected.
- Your task is to look after
my aunt, is it not? - Aye, sir.
Then you've failed miserably.
I'll be making regular visits from now on.
And if you fail to ensure her
comfort, I'll have you dismissed.
Did Morwenna enjoy the christening?
Christening?
Oh, did she neglect to mention?
Her and Geoffrey Charles
were at Sawle Church today,
where the latest Poldark
brat was baptised.
Clowance, I believe they named her.
Ross and Demelza have a daughter?
Let's hope they're less
careless with this one.
But how could Geoffrey Charles...?
He cannot be blamed. It
must be Morwenna who...
She must be reprimanded, punished.
Oh, she will be.
Ah! My dear Mr Whitworth!
I was so sorry to hear
of your wife's death.
How are your two little girls?
As well as can be expected,
ma'am. It's only been a week.
Only your kind invitation could have
forced me to leave the house today.
Life must go on.
My very thought when I
chose this waistcoat.
Friends of yours, then, Captain?
Caught robbing another
Warleggan grain ship.
Look pretty with their necks in a noose.
What can I say?
He's within his rights to
protect Warleggan property.
Is George not aware the harvest
failed, no corn to be had anywhere?
Of course he's aware.
Which is why he imports, hoards
and sells to the highest bidder.
Riot and theft will not help
these people, so, what will?
Say nothing of her misdemeanour.
- But surely...
- There may be a better solution.
She's not an ill-looking girl.
She must surely hope to be
more than just a governess.
Eventually, yes, but...
When Geoffrey Charles goes to school,
what does the future hold for her?
I know it would please you
to have her well-matched.
And it could be advantageous to us,
depending on the candidate.
A highly-respected young man.
And his mother is a Godolphin.
Hm!
My dear, have you been introduced?
Our cousin, Miss Chynoweth.
The Reverend Osborne Whitworth.
Shall we assay the
gavotte, Miss Chynoweth?
Oh! I hope you'll excuse me,
sir, I'm not fond of dancing.
That can only be because your partners
thus far have lacked expertise.
Allow a master to initiate
you in the pleasures.
♪ God bless the master of this house
♪ The mistress, also
♪ And all the little children
That round the table go
♪ And all your kin and kinsmen
♪ That dwell both far and near
♪ We wish a Merry Christmas
♪ And Happy New Year. ♪
That looks good, doesn't it?
How very blessed we are.
I wonder how Dwight will
keep Christmas this year?
~
Easy now, Williams.
Merry Christmas, sweetheart.
God's grace be with you.
Move it!
Here.
Starvation breeds desperate men.
I never knew it this bad.
It's like they could tear us
to pieces and eat us alive!
Humanity has brought this on itself.
Have sinned and must pay the price.
What sin?
Let all examine their consciences
to check they are without blemish.
Mine is.
On account of I don't
consider love to be a sin.
Oh, Ross! What can be
done for these people?
So that's my proposal.
We cannot feed all of Cornwall,
so we must keep this plan to ourselves.
I admit it's risky.
It requires each and every
one of us to play our part
and it may fall at the first hurdle.
- But unless we do something...
- I'm with you.
We all are.
Where do we start?
With an old friend.
May an old friend speak plainly?
You're out of your mind!
Huh! That's promising!
Even if supplies were easier to come by,
which in times of war, they're not,
even if we could get them
across the Channel unscathed
and land them unseen,
with no guarantee of a delivery
day, the cost would be...
Prohibitive? I realise that.
But money will be found.
- Are you sure?
- You have my word.
Enys?
Enys?
I'm here, Williams.
What is it, my friend?
Wa... water, please. Water.
This will do very well.
Yet it sit not easy with I that a
house of God be used as a cache.
Nevertheless, it will be so used.
It's the last place anyone will look.
I like not your way of doing, brother.
Get used to it, brother.
What would Dwight make of
us now? Do we look the part?
Of highwaymen?
Is it not our mission to part as many
men from their guineas as possible?
Good day to you, sir!
A fine morning to address
the business of matrimony.
As to the matter of a
settlement for Miss Chynoweth,
I've been thinking of £2,000.
Ah!
My dear sir, you'll pardon
me, but a man in my position
must look the part, dress the part,
carry himself in such a
way as to inspire awe.
- Must he? - Besides which,
with debts of over £1,000,
I could not in all countenance
accept a penny less
than 6,000...
guineas.
Put simply, Sir John, our mission is this,
to raise enough funds to
help the poor hereabouts
survive the worst winter in living memory.
My mother is a Godolphin.
And Morwenna is a Chynoweth.
One of the oldest families in the county.
Daughter of a dean.
Devout, healthy, particularly
fond of motherless children.
But if you feel there is another
pretty young lady with £2,000
willing to yoke herself
to a penniless clergyman,
you are, of course, at
liberty to seek her out.
Our own households have begun
by pledging 50 guineas apiece.
I've also made a large donation
in my late uncle's name.
And we do feel sure you'll not
be wanting in your own generosity.
Far be it from we, Sir Philip, to
tell a body how much he should pledge,
but perhaps we could mention
that Sir John has just offered 20 guineas.
My dear, you do him wrong.
I believed he offered 25.
I could be prevailed
upon to accept £4,000.
In times of economic hardship,
it would be irresponsible of us
to increase the offer beyond £2,000.
As I was saying to Miss Penvenen,
you'll not find a
kindlier man than Sir Hugh.
He is generosity itself!
It would be impossible to
exist on so paltry a sum!
Doubtless God will then guide your steps
towards some amiable young heiress.
Shall I put you down for 30 guineas?
Taking into consideration the
many blessings I would gain
in the actual personage of Miss Chynoweth,
I believe I'd be willing to accept £3,500.
Good God, man, do you imagine
I have money to burn?!
Finally, a deal!
To be related to the Godolphins,
I was willing to go higher,
but the idiot settled for £3,000.
Now all that remains is for
you to inform the bride.
Oh!
But surely, as you are the one who
has made all the arrangements...
I would not, for the world, deprive
you of this happy task, my dear.
Hm!
- May I help you?
- Morwenna?
Marry...
.. Mr Whitworth?
Well, I need hardly enumerate
the advantages of the match.
The excellent prospects of the groom.
Your immediate transformation
from governess to lady of the town.
The help it will be to your widowed
mother and younger sisters.
Mr Warleggan's generosity
in providing the settlement.
Do our kind thoughts displease you?
Does Mr Whitworth's
love mean nothing at all?
I do not know Mr Whitworth!
We have barely exchanged three sentences.
He knows enough to wish
to make you his wife.
- As I told your mother...
- You've written to her?
Emphasising the excellence of the match.
The goodness and piety of the groom.
I'm sure she'll be delighted.
She would be, if she thought I loved him!
But I do not.
I think, though your mother
would wish you to be happy,
she'd be dismayed to think of
you finding fault with a match
because of some false, romantic
notion of what marriage should be.
Is it wrong to hope for
love in a marriage?
When you wed Francis, did
you not marry for love?
I married for what I thought was love.
The illusion lasted barely a year.
My marriage to Mr Warleggan
was not founded on romance,
yet it is altogether more successful.
From Caroline Penvenen.
Begging 30 guineas to help the poor.
You lately spent 3,000 on a dowry.
Will another 30 bankrupt you?
I dare say she expects a refusal.
Then I shall disappoint her.
From George Warleggan...
.. 50 guineas?
I know his game. It is not
compassion for the poor,
it is so his name's at top
of the list of benefactors.
Well, into the pot it goes.
Perhaps we should become footpads.
Now all we need is the goods.
♪ Forth in thy name O, Lord, I go... ♪
Are you sure the goods will be safe here?
It's only for one night.
Tomorrow, we'll be done.
God willing. Yet, landing a cargo
of such value in utmost secrecy...
It will not be plain sailing.
Can you believe they're at this again?
I seen Mr Ross and the others
just now, heading for the cove.
- Right, let's away.
- But Mr Ross did say we should stay indoors.
He did. He also said I'm the
mother of two small children
and should start behaving like one!
So Ena Daniel's upstairs
with Clowance and Jeremy
and we're away to the meetinghouse.
There she is!
- It's there! I can see!
- Fall back!
All's well.
♪ The meek and lowly heart
♪ That in our Saviour was
♪ To us that spirit doth impart... ♪
- Are we close?
- Surely, Captain Ross.
Then let's get gone.
Make haste! Be gone!
♪ How can we sinners know
♪ Our sins on earth forgiven?
♪ How can my gracious Saviour show
♪ My name inscribed in heaven... ♪
We're not far now.
♪ We all his unknown peace receive
and feel his blood applied. ♪
Right, put out the candles
and wait in silence.
If any be watching, let's hope
we've thrown them off the scent.
Yah! Come on!
Come on!
- They're comin'.
- No-one the wiser?
So far, so good.
You're certain it was he?
He's most certain the ringleader
-- there's no mistakin' the goods.
My suspicion, I knows
where they be heading.
Did I not bid you stay at home?
Yes, Ross, as oft I bid you
and see how well you hear me!
We've been actin' as decoys.
And singing hymns at
the top of our voices.
What'll ye do?
Get a good night's sleep...
.. and awaken refreshed.
As resident magistrate, I
must have my wits about me
when I send them all to Botany Bay.
So the gaugers and the military be
on their way to the meetinghouse.
Do ye wish to be there
at the moment of arrest?
Oh, I think so. Why
should I miss all the fun?
Ah, Morwenna, you received my message?
I've invited Mr Whitworth so
that you may see for yourself
what an amiable man he is.
You know what to do.
But be sure the villagers
keep it to theyselves.
Surely, sister, else will
all hell break loose.
'Tisn't fitting the Lord's house
being used for such a purpose.
Get you gone. I'll to Caroline.
The Reverend Whitworth
to see Miss Chynoweth.
Compliments of the season
to you, Miss Chynoweth.
Come on!
Come on now.
Folks do love a spectacle!
An' no more pleasin' than a fancy
gent being led away to jail!
Had my partner Willie Hick
not led the king of spades
on the second round, I'd
scarce have know where to look,
but thereafter, by drawing trumps,
we made 12 tricks between us
and I myself cleared £18 on the evening!
D'you play whist?
Not at all.
May I say, Miss Chynoweth, that I
detect the hand of God in all this?
Guiding me to the
Warleggan ball, urging me
to wear the lemon silk so you
could not fail to notice me.
I felt at once that you'd
been sent to console me,
to be a new mother to my
two young daughters, to...
.. comfort me as only a wife can.
And now I know that my
sentiments are returned.
I'm not at all sure they are returned.
Your hesitancy does you credit.
All decent women approach
matrimony with a degree of shyness.
But as a man of feeling
and a man of God...
.. I assure you, my love will be returned.
I pray you excuse me, Sir.
I cannot.
Did she refuse you?
Oh, I'm not disheartened.
Naturally, she'll come around.
In the meantime, let us proceed
with arrangements as planned.
I regret you have been sent
on a fool's errand, Captain.
- Thank you very much, sir.
- No problem.
Men.
♪ And labour on at thy command
♪ And offer all my works to thee
♪ Give me to bear thy easy yoke
♪ And still to things... ♪
Good day to thee, sir. See
the fruits of your generosity!
Have you come to make further donation?
- Donation?
- Yes, sir,
see what your kind
contribution has purchased.
Grain. A whole shipful!
Now bein' sold at half the market price
to those most needy in the district.
Shall I put you down for
70 guineas next time?
There will be no next time.
It is not my custom to contribute
to the welfare of wastrels
who are too idle to earn their own bread.
In which case, may I ask
what your business is here?
For lest you're unaware,
this is Nampara land.
And it appears you're trespassing.
As a magistrate, no doubt you're aware
of the penalty for such a crime?
I advise you remove yourselves
or I'll call back the soldiers you
sent and have you both arrested.
Bye.
It was deliberate! An elaborate
subterfuge, designed to trick me.
Or possibly with a view to
preserving calm and averting a riot?
It was done so that I would
believe he was breaking the law
and would look a fool when I
attempted to bring him to heel!
Well, he's overplayed his hand this time.
How is Williams?
- He's improving.
- I'll sit with him a while.
No, I must keep him under
observation as I promised.
Did I not vow to learn
some of your skills?
If only to give you one hour's rest in 20?
I can manage.
You saved my life.
We need you alive so you can save others.
With no fresh water?
No medicine, no pain relief?
They're taking bets.
On what?
Which prisoner will be next to die.
Can I have a word?
George Warleggan's to close Wheal Leisure.
With immediate effect.
But why?
It'd mean the loss of more than 70 jobs.
And more hardship for 70
families already struggling.
- But the mine's still in profit. Why
would he close her now? - Because he can.
Because the profits are
small and keeping her open
puts her in competition
with other Warleggan mines.
Because she belonged to Ross
and closin' her will hurt 'im.
So, to spite Ross, George would
send 70 families into direst poverty?
'Tis about the size of it.
I'm to be sent back to Trenwith?
Along with Geoffrey Charles.
Now pack your things at once.
Of course she weeps.
To be forced to return
to the tedium of Trenwith
after the happy bustle of Truro?
She'll soon see the error of her ways
and be begging us to name
a date for her wedding.
I'd say we did what we set out to do.
Five villages will now survive the winter.
Yes. But at a price we hadn't counted on.
The closing of Wheal Leisure
can only have been triggered
by our grain venture.
So we've helped some and ruined others.
Seventy families.
What can we do for them?
Ross, Demelza.
I came to tell you that
I'm leaving for London.
- Have you had word of Dwight?
- From Unwin.
He assures me that all is well
and I've no cause for concern.
What will you do?
Go to the Admiralty. See if
we can negotiate a ransom.
I wish you luck.
We'll bring him home.
Somehow.
The Admiralty doesn't deal in ransoms.
Bless you, Enys.
I think you'll live, Williams.
And those barbarians
wagered he'd be next to die.
Not if I can help it.
- Ah, ici la sortie.
- No, please!
J'ai gagner le pari!
Dear God.
I have an idea.
It's a delicate balance.
We're already over-manned.
If we take on more men to take
out more ore, we flood the market.
And the price drops.
The ore runs out more quickly.
But here and here and here...
there have been indications
of possible new lodes.
Which may or may not come to anything.
And which we've so far
opted not to explore.
With an extra 30 men, we could explore.
Thirty extra men? Each on a wage?
Which I could pay.
If I opted to plough my
profits back into the mine,
instead of taking a dividend.
But now, Ross? With the future
so uncertain, a war with France.
And a wife and two children to support?
My wife is in agreement with me.
Good man.
Thank you, much obliged.
God bless you, sir.
Well done.
- ♪ I will sing Twelve O
- What is your Twelve O?
♪ Twelve are the Twelve Apostles
♪ Eleven are the eleven will go to Heaven
♪ Ten are the Ten Commandments
♪ Nine is a moon shine
bright and clear... ♪
- Need a hand, do ye, sirs?
- Drake, we're back!
Miss Morwenna.
I think we should let Mr
Carne continue on his way.
Go.
Bye, Drake. Come and visit us soon.
- Thanks for thy help, brother.
- They're back.
And how long will Morwenna require?
A few weeks at least.
I must confess, I'm not
overly enamoured of him.
There's something about him
that makes my skin crawl.
The man is a reptile and a
prig. He is also a Godolphin.
Morwenna does not realise
how lucky she is.
But she will realise.
Gold brocade and breeches close-fitting,
to inspire in a bride
both awe and anticipation.
I liked Morwenna, she
seemed gentle and kindly.
This return, though, I fear it.
She an' Drake cannot come to good.
George will be livid.
That's good enough for me!
But a low-born miner's son aspiring
to the heart of his wife's cousin?
Why should he object?
When a lowly mine owner can aspire
to the hand of a great lady?
That's different! I hope
Morwenna knows it's different,
an' takes care to stay out of Drake's way.
The prison at Quimper...
Where Dr Enys be interned?
'Tis like a hell-hole now.
- Would there was aught we could
do to help him. - And if there was?
Make your way to the prison,
free Dwight an' bring him home!
What could be simpler?
A prison break on French
soil with respectable men
who are surely being led to their deaths.
Load your weapons. We make a stand.
Drake!
midnight, you will be executed.
I hav-have the list of names.
Oh, Ross, he's alive!
- What is his name?
- Lieutenant Armitage, sir.
They only praise the
Lord in their own way,
but Odgers forbids them the
church. Where must they go?
Captain Ross would gift
we this storehouse?
I, George Warleggan, do swear to
act as a Justice of the Peace.
20 lashes.
Ross sends his brother-in-law to
encroach upon our lives yet again!
- Are we never to be rid of him?
- Not here, but in Truro...
I'll miss Geoffrey Charles, of course,
but the thought of being
out of Ross's reach...
- The grain ship's in!
- It's in! The grain ship's in!
The Princess Charlotte was ambushed
this morning at Truro quay.
- Was she carrying corn?
- Mm.
Then, of course she was ambushed.
What else could starving people do?
You have been found
guilty of riot and theft.
Crimes for which there
can be no justification.
The grain stores have
been empty for months.
Failed harvest, worst winter in 30 years.
To summon up a vicious mob,
to seize without compunction
the property of your betters.
This demonstrates a contempt for the law
which cannot go unpunished.
How else are poor folks to
get food in their belly?
No doubt they paid dearly for it.
20 dead.
Some shot... others trampled
underfoot in the panic.
- Is the Princess Charlotte not
a Warleggan ship? - She is.
Then those who survived will also pay.
I'm committing you for
trial at the next assizes
with recommendation that you be sentenced
to 15 years transportation.
It's not fair!
Move along!
Argh!
Prudie?
Run and make sure all's ready.
I don't like it. It ain't sense,
it ain't clever, it ain't wise.
It is more than wise to avoid
the faddlings of Dr Choake!
Without Dwight, Ross won't
hear of me birthing alone,
but what he don't know can't hurt him!
Run!
Do George Warleggan not see the connection
between failed harvests and folk rioting?
And his decision to
hoard grain? Clearly not.
I give you Wheal Leisure.
Once a Poldark mine,
built on Poldark land.
Begun with high hopes and the naive aim
of giving work and decent living
conditions to local men and women.
Now in the hands of a
man without conscience.
For whom workers are
chaff and profit is God!
It was a noble aim, Ross.
It was a worthy enterprise.
I wonder if he thinks so.
What did he die of, starvation?
Pneumonia.
I'm told he'd been fading for weeks,
but declined to stay home and rest.
He has only himself to blame.
It would appear so.
This was a good mine before you
got your hands on her, George.
My dear Ross, this was
only ever an average mine.
Oh, the famous red copper?
The precious commodity which
made her such a rarity?
It's finished.
Oh, there are other lodes.
Far less rich, far less profitable.
Yet I see why you're so attached to her.
You're kindred spirits.
Both full of noise, but
ultimately lacking in substance.
Go on, Ross, tell me to get off
your land. Oh, wait! You can't.
Because the land we're standing
on belongs to the mine.
And the mine belongs to me.
How do you sleep at night, George?
Perhaps you should ask Elizabeth.
Ross, shall we?
Demelza?
Demelza?
Captain Ross, Mistress Demelza say,
can you fetch her up a dish of soup?
Surely that's your...
Thank you kindly, my man.
Just set it down over there.
- Are you unwell?
- Never better.
Can I do anything else for Your Ladyship?
Well, you could say good
day to your daughter.
Miss Clowance Poldark.
Where was Dr Choake?
Oh, it was all over before
we could send for him.
Why is he so fretful?
Dr Choake says it's wilfulness.
He thinks we should put our foot down.
Martha, see he's kept warm and quiet.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm going to Lady Randolph's for tea.
Do you dine at home this evening?
At the Trevelyans. And then
to the Carricks for cards.
Invitations come thick and fast.
Though not from the Godolphins.
Despite your letting young
Anthony off the hook in court.
These ancient families
require persistence.
But Christmas is coming, the
perfect excuse for a ball.
To which the Godolphins will be invited.
But will they accept?
I must go. I'm expected at a Wheal
Leisure shareholders' meeting.
Sadly, without the presence
of Ross Poldark to amuse me.
Hm! How I miss the days
when I had him at my mercy.
Drake! You came! What's in your basket?
- Toads!
- You said your aunt loved a toad.
I've a gift for you, too, Miss Morwenna.
Winter primroses!
Where did you find them?
That's for me to know.
But if you ever wish for more, I'll
comb the earth in search of them.
Come on.
Aunt Agatha, Drake's
here, with a surprise!
Uncle George hates toads.
He had them all cleared from our pond.
Imagine if they ever came back!
Geoffrey Charles, I'm not sure
your Uncle George would approve.
- Of the toad?
- Of our guest.
Aunt Agatha won't tell
him, will you, Aunt?
Did you know Geoffrey Charles's
friend is related to my nephew?
Of course you do.
For Geoffrey Charles's
friend tells you a great deal.
Tell my nephew his aunt is
much aggrieved at his neglect!
I have a letter.
From our celebrated member of
parliament, Unwin Trevaunance!
- Whom you jilted. - I may have encouraged
him to think he had another chance.
- In return for?
- Information on a certain naval officer.
- And?
- According to this letter,
he's brought his influence
to bear at the Admiralty,
and they have everything in hand.
- Have they? - Our people are
speaking to their people,
and shortly, all the
officers will be released.
- In time for Christmas?
- Or shortly after.
So Unwin has his uses, after all.
- A letter for you, Miss.
- Thank you.
Oh.
Geoffrey Charles and I are
to go to Truro for Christmas.
To Uncle George's?
The carriage will come for us on Saturday.
How long will you be gone?
A few weeks?
Maybe more.
I'd come to bid you goodbye, but
I must be at the christening.
'Tis my sister's child, Clowance.
Your cousin, Master Geoffrey.
If we're away for Christmas, I
must give you your present now.
- Oh, there's no need.
- Oh, there is. Wait there.
- I've nothing to give you.
- You gave me this.
It's the most precious
gift I've ever received.
You never take it off.
I never will.
Here you are, Drake.
So you can write to me when I'm away.
Oh, thank you, Master Geoffrey.
Your cheeks are flushed,
Wenna. Have you a fever?
Be that the light of God in your eyes?
Maybe not entire, but it
is sacred to me nonetheless.
But is she worth the
risk of your mortal soul?
Reckon so.
Is that wise?
I have neglected her of late.
You swore you'd keep your
distance from all things Trenwith.
Agatha is not all things Trenwith.
She's a Poldark, and my aunt.
George has brought Leisure to its knees
and I'll be damned if he'll
do the same to Agatha.
So why shouldn't she come to
my daughter's christening?
I've sent the carriage for
Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles,
as you requested.
- Geoffrey Charles, wait!
- You needn't come!
I don't think either of us should.
I'm going, Wenna. No-one needs to know.
We thank you, Almighty
God, for the gift of water.
Over it, the Holy Spirit moved
in the beginning of creation.
My husband is here in spirit.
And as godfather in absentia.
In these times of dire
poverty and starvation...
.. remind us how you led
the children of Israel...
.. out of their bondage in Egypt...
.. into the land of plenty.
How your son, Jesus,
received the baptism of John
and was anointed by the
Holy Spirit as the Messiah.
Christ did lead us through the toils
and tribulations of this earth,
from the bondage of suffering
into everlasting life.
- I hope you'll forgive our intrusion.
- It's no intrusion.
Will you join our celebrations at Nampara?
Oh. Well...
- Oh, Wenna, let's!
- I don't think we can.
We're leaving for Truro.
Indeed, we're already late.
But maybe just for half an hour?
I fear we cannot.
Much as I would like to.
- You'll spend Christmas in Truro?
- More's the pity!
Uncle George is no St Nicholas!
- And poor Aunt Agatha will
be left all alone. - Indeed.
- My brother is a gentle soul.
- He has a kind of goodness.
The like of which, I've never known.
And were he of your station,
I'd wish for nothing more.
But he's far beneath it.
Cannot aspire to it.
You know it.
I know it.
'Tis well you're going away.
It will break the bond.
So I tell myself.
Goodbye, Morwenna.
Come, Geoffrey Charles, we're very late.
My hat! I left it on the seat.
I'll go.
- I'll come and visit.
- No.
This must stop.
Can you stop?
Yes.
- Cheery little thing.
- Sometimes.
- How has she been?
- Just fine.
Did you hear about the goings in St Ann's?
Another corn ship raided,
two young tackers shot.
Unwin assures me it's only a matter of
time before Dr Enys will be released.
And in the meantime, he receives
the best possible treatment.
Did I not order you to
rest, Lieutenant Armitage?
And who would order you to rest?
If any dared, I wouldn't heed them.
Then may I watch and try
and learn something useful?
'Tis good news of Dwight.
If it's true.
You forget, I've been a
prisoner-of-war myself.
But Dwight's a doctor, will
he not get special privileges?
Let's hope so.
I intend to open my house
to all emigre nobles
fleeing that wicked regime.
It's the least I can do.
She hates to feel useless.
I know the feeling.
What is it? Do you not like my gown?
Your gown is exquisite.
But I cannot permit you to dance tonight.
With anyone but I.
Geoffrey Charles has some spirit.
I'm impressed he disobeyed his governess.
Which reminds me, Aunt
Agatha never replied.
Perhaps she never received the note.
There's only one thing for it. I
shall go and fetch her myself.
They'll never admit you.
They'll likely shoot you!
Not if I'm with him.
We shan't be long.
Mama!
You're very late. Go up and
change before the guests arrive.
- Guests?
- For the ball.
- Oh. But... - I've ordered a
new dress for you. Make haste.
Begging your pardon, sir.
Captain Poldark is here to visit his aunt.
A glass of canary and a
blazing fire, if you please.
Of course I never had your invitation!
Do you think I'd miss a chance
to drink port and eat heavy cake?
This room is like ice.
The maids don't make me a fire.
So that's George's plan.
To kill you with cold and infection.
Pfft!
Come and live with me at Nampara.
And lose the chance to torment him? Nah!
I was born in this house,
I'll die in this house!
If it costs me cake, a few hot coals...
What must Geoffrey Charles think,
seeing that gamecock strut about his home?
And Valentine.
I feel sorry for any child,
having that as a father.
No Godolphins, no
Boscowans and no Bassets.
It's snowing. They'll be
anxious about the journey home.
Mm! Very eye-catching!
Always was. No wonder Francis
never let her out of his sight.
I meant the cousin.
Morwenna, I'm bored!
I wish we were at Uncle Ross's party.
We should not have even
been at the christening.
I'm sorry I allowed
myself to be persuaded.
I'm not, I'd like to know
my cousin Clowance better.
I'd wager she's less
dull than Valentine! Huh!
First thing tomorrow,
I'll write to Harrow.
I want that brat out of my house.
- How was she?
- As expected.
- Your task is to look after
my aunt, is it not? - Aye, sir.
Then you've failed miserably.
I'll be making regular visits from now on.
And if you fail to ensure her
comfort, I'll have you dismissed.
Did Morwenna enjoy the christening?
Christening?
Oh, did she neglect to mention?
Her and Geoffrey Charles
were at Sawle Church today,
where the latest Poldark
brat was baptised.
Clowance, I believe they named her.
Ross and Demelza have a daughter?
Let's hope they're less
careless with this one.
But how could Geoffrey Charles...?
He cannot be blamed. It
must be Morwenna who...
She must be reprimanded, punished.
Oh, she will be.
Ah! My dear Mr Whitworth!
I was so sorry to hear
of your wife's death.
How are your two little girls?
As well as can be expected,
ma'am. It's only been a week.
Only your kind invitation could have
forced me to leave the house today.
Life must go on.
My very thought when I
chose this waistcoat.
Friends of yours, then, Captain?
Caught robbing another
Warleggan grain ship.
Look pretty with their necks in a noose.
What can I say?
He's within his rights to
protect Warleggan property.
Is George not aware the harvest
failed, no corn to be had anywhere?
Of course he's aware.
Which is why he imports, hoards
and sells to the highest bidder.
Riot and theft will not help
these people, so, what will?
Say nothing of her misdemeanour.
- But surely...
- There may be a better solution.
She's not an ill-looking girl.
She must surely hope to be
more than just a governess.
Eventually, yes, but...
When Geoffrey Charles goes to school,
what does the future hold for her?
I know it would please you
to have her well-matched.
And it could be advantageous to us,
depending on the candidate.
A highly-respected young man.
And his mother is a Godolphin.
Hm!
My dear, have you been introduced?
Our cousin, Miss Chynoweth.
The Reverend Osborne Whitworth.
Shall we assay the
gavotte, Miss Chynoweth?
Oh! I hope you'll excuse me,
sir, I'm not fond of dancing.
That can only be because your partners
thus far have lacked expertise.
Allow a master to initiate
you in the pleasures.
♪ God bless the master of this house
♪ The mistress, also
♪ And all the little children
That round the table go
♪ And all your kin and kinsmen
♪ That dwell both far and near
♪ We wish a Merry Christmas
♪ And Happy New Year. ♪
That looks good, doesn't it?
How very blessed we are.
I wonder how Dwight will
keep Christmas this year?
~
Easy now, Williams.
Merry Christmas, sweetheart.
God's grace be with you.
Move it!
Here.
Starvation breeds desperate men.
I never knew it this bad.
It's like they could tear us
to pieces and eat us alive!
Humanity has brought this on itself.
Have sinned and must pay the price.
What sin?
Let all examine their consciences
to check they are without blemish.
Mine is.
On account of I don't
consider love to be a sin.
Oh, Ross! What can be
done for these people?
So that's my proposal.
We cannot feed all of Cornwall,
so we must keep this plan to ourselves.
I admit it's risky.
It requires each and every
one of us to play our part
and it may fall at the first hurdle.
- But unless we do something...
- I'm with you.
We all are.
Where do we start?
With an old friend.
May an old friend speak plainly?
You're out of your mind!
Huh! That's promising!
Even if supplies were easier to come by,
which in times of war, they're not,
even if we could get them
across the Channel unscathed
and land them unseen,
with no guarantee of a delivery
day, the cost would be...
Prohibitive? I realise that.
But money will be found.
- Are you sure?
- You have my word.
Enys?
Enys?
I'm here, Williams.
What is it, my friend?
Wa... water, please. Water.
This will do very well.
Yet it sit not easy with I that a
house of God be used as a cache.
Nevertheless, it will be so used.
It's the last place anyone will look.
I like not your way of doing, brother.
Get used to it, brother.
What would Dwight make of
us now? Do we look the part?
Of highwaymen?
Is it not our mission to part as many
men from their guineas as possible?
Good day to you, sir!
A fine morning to address
the business of matrimony.
As to the matter of a
settlement for Miss Chynoweth,
I've been thinking of £2,000.
Ah!
My dear sir, you'll pardon
me, but a man in my position
must look the part, dress the part,
carry himself in such a
way as to inspire awe.
- Must he? - Besides which,
with debts of over £1,000,
I could not in all countenance
accept a penny less
than 6,000...
guineas.
Put simply, Sir John, our mission is this,
to raise enough funds to
help the poor hereabouts
survive the worst winter in living memory.
My mother is a Godolphin.
And Morwenna is a Chynoweth.
One of the oldest families in the county.
Daughter of a dean.
Devout, healthy, particularly
fond of motherless children.
But if you feel there is another
pretty young lady with £2,000
willing to yoke herself
to a penniless clergyman,
you are, of course, at
liberty to seek her out.
Our own households have begun
by pledging 50 guineas apiece.
I've also made a large donation
in my late uncle's name.
And we do feel sure you'll not
be wanting in your own generosity.
Far be it from we, Sir Philip, to
tell a body how much he should pledge,
but perhaps we could mention
that Sir John has just offered 20 guineas.
My dear, you do him wrong.
I believed he offered 25.
I could be prevailed
upon to accept £4,000.
In times of economic hardship,
it would be irresponsible of us
to increase the offer beyond £2,000.
As I was saying to Miss Penvenen,
you'll not find a
kindlier man than Sir Hugh.
He is generosity itself!
It would be impossible to
exist on so paltry a sum!
Doubtless God will then guide your steps
towards some amiable young heiress.
Shall I put you down for 30 guineas?
Taking into consideration the
many blessings I would gain
in the actual personage of Miss Chynoweth,
I believe I'd be willing to accept £3,500.
Good God, man, do you imagine
I have money to burn?!
Finally, a deal!
To be related to the Godolphins,
I was willing to go higher,
but the idiot settled for £3,000.
Now all that remains is for
you to inform the bride.
Oh!
But surely, as you are the one who
has made all the arrangements...
I would not, for the world, deprive
you of this happy task, my dear.
Hm!
- May I help you?
- Morwenna?
Marry...
.. Mr Whitworth?
Well, I need hardly enumerate
the advantages of the match.
The excellent prospects of the groom.
Your immediate transformation
from governess to lady of the town.
The help it will be to your widowed
mother and younger sisters.
Mr Warleggan's generosity
in providing the settlement.
Do our kind thoughts displease you?
Does Mr Whitworth's
love mean nothing at all?
I do not know Mr Whitworth!
We have barely exchanged three sentences.
He knows enough to wish
to make you his wife.
- As I told your mother...
- You've written to her?
Emphasising the excellence of the match.
The goodness and piety of the groom.
I'm sure she'll be delighted.
She would be, if she thought I loved him!
But I do not.
I think, though your mother
would wish you to be happy,
she'd be dismayed to think of
you finding fault with a match
because of some false, romantic
notion of what marriage should be.
Is it wrong to hope for
love in a marriage?
When you wed Francis, did
you not marry for love?
I married for what I thought was love.
The illusion lasted barely a year.
My marriage to Mr Warleggan
was not founded on romance,
yet it is altogether more successful.
From Caroline Penvenen.
Begging 30 guineas to help the poor.
You lately spent 3,000 on a dowry.
Will another 30 bankrupt you?
I dare say she expects a refusal.
Then I shall disappoint her.
From George Warleggan...
.. 50 guineas?
I know his game. It is not
compassion for the poor,
it is so his name's at top
of the list of benefactors.
Well, into the pot it goes.
Perhaps we should become footpads.
Now all we need is the goods.
♪ Forth in thy name O, Lord, I go... ♪
Are you sure the goods will be safe here?
It's only for one night.
Tomorrow, we'll be done.
God willing. Yet, landing a cargo
of such value in utmost secrecy...
It will not be plain sailing.
Can you believe they're at this again?
I seen Mr Ross and the others
just now, heading for the cove.
- Right, let's away.
- But Mr Ross did say we should stay indoors.
He did. He also said I'm the
mother of two small children
and should start behaving like one!
So Ena Daniel's upstairs
with Clowance and Jeremy
and we're away to the meetinghouse.
There she is!
- It's there! I can see!
- Fall back!
All's well.
♪ The meek and lowly heart
♪ That in our Saviour was
♪ To us that spirit doth impart... ♪
- Are we close?
- Surely, Captain Ross.
Then let's get gone.
Make haste! Be gone!
♪ How can we sinners know
♪ Our sins on earth forgiven?
♪ How can my gracious Saviour show
♪ My name inscribed in heaven... ♪
We're not far now.
♪ We all his unknown peace receive
and feel his blood applied. ♪
Right, put out the candles
and wait in silence.
If any be watching, let's hope
we've thrown them off the scent.
Yah! Come on!
Come on!
- They're comin'.
- No-one the wiser?
So far, so good.
You're certain it was he?
He's most certain the ringleader
-- there's no mistakin' the goods.
My suspicion, I knows
where they be heading.
Did I not bid you stay at home?
Yes, Ross, as oft I bid you
and see how well you hear me!
We've been actin' as decoys.
And singing hymns at
the top of our voices.
What'll ye do?
Get a good night's sleep...
.. and awaken refreshed.
As resident magistrate, I
must have my wits about me
when I send them all to Botany Bay.
So the gaugers and the military be
on their way to the meetinghouse.
Do ye wish to be there
at the moment of arrest?
Oh, I think so. Why
should I miss all the fun?
Ah, Morwenna, you received my message?
I've invited Mr Whitworth so
that you may see for yourself
what an amiable man he is.
You know what to do.
But be sure the villagers
keep it to theyselves.
Surely, sister, else will
all hell break loose.
'Tisn't fitting the Lord's house
being used for such a purpose.
Get you gone. I'll to Caroline.
The Reverend Whitworth
to see Miss Chynoweth.
Compliments of the season
to you, Miss Chynoweth.
Come on!
Come on now.
Folks do love a spectacle!
An' no more pleasin' than a fancy
gent being led away to jail!
Had my partner Willie Hick
not led the king of spades
on the second round, I'd
scarce have know where to look,
but thereafter, by drawing trumps,
we made 12 tricks between us
and I myself cleared £18 on the evening!
D'you play whist?
Not at all.
May I say, Miss Chynoweth, that I
detect the hand of God in all this?
Guiding me to the
Warleggan ball, urging me
to wear the lemon silk so you
could not fail to notice me.
I felt at once that you'd
been sent to console me,
to be a new mother to my
two young daughters, to...
.. comfort me as only a wife can.
And now I know that my
sentiments are returned.
I'm not at all sure they are returned.
Your hesitancy does you credit.
All decent women approach
matrimony with a degree of shyness.
But as a man of feeling
and a man of God...
.. I assure you, my love will be returned.
I pray you excuse me, Sir.
I cannot.
Did she refuse you?
Oh, I'm not disheartened.
Naturally, she'll come around.
In the meantime, let us proceed
with arrangements as planned.
I regret you have been sent
on a fool's errand, Captain.
- Thank you very much, sir.
- No problem.
Men.
♪ And labour on at thy command
♪ And offer all my works to thee
♪ Give me to bear thy easy yoke
♪ And still to things... ♪
Good day to thee, sir. See
the fruits of your generosity!
Have you come to make further donation?
- Donation?
- Yes, sir,
see what your kind
contribution has purchased.
Grain. A whole shipful!
Now bein' sold at half the market price
to those most needy in the district.
Shall I put you down for
70 guineas next time?
There will be no next time.
It is not my custom to contribute
to the welfare of wastrels
who are too idle to earn their own bread.
In which case, may I ask
what your business is here?
For lest you're unaware,
this is Nampara land.
And it appears you're trespassing.
As a magistrate, no doubt you're aware
of the penalty for such a crime?
I advise you remove yourselves
or I'll call back the soldiers you
sent and have you both arrested.
Bye.
It was deliberate! An elaborate
subterfuge, designed to trick me.
Or possibly with a view to
preserving calm and averting a riot?
It was done so that I would
believe he was breaking the law
and would look a fool when I
attempted to bring him to heel!
Well, he's overplayed his hand this time.
How is Williams?
- He's improving.
- I'll sit with him a while.
No, I must keep him under
observation as I promised.
Did I not vow to learn
some of your skills?
If only to give you one hour's rest in 20?
I can manage.
You saved my life.
We need you alive so you can save others.
With no fresh water?
No medicine, no pain relief?
They're taking bets.
On what?
Which prisoner will be next to die.
Can I have a word?
George Warleggan's to close Wheal Leisure.
With immediate effect.
But why?
It'd mean the loss of more than 70 jobs.
And more hardship for 70
families already struggling.
- But the mine's still in profit. Why
would he close her now? - Because he can.
Because the profits are
small and keeping her open
puts her in competition
with other Warleggan mines.
Because she belonged to Ross
and closin' her will hurt 'im.
So, to spite Ross, George would
send 70 families into direst poverty?
'Tis about the size of it.
I'm to be sent back to Trenwith?
Along with Geoffrey Charles.
Now pack your things at once.
Of course she weeps.
To be forced to return
to the tedium of Trenwith
after the happy bustle of Truro?
She'll soon see the error of her ways
and be begging us to name
a date for her wedding.
I'd say we did what we set out to do.
Five villages will now survive the winter.
Yes. But at a price we hadn't counted on.
The closing of Wheal Leisure
can only have been triggered
by our grain venture.
So we've helped some and ruined others.
Seventy families.
What can we do for them?
Ross, Demelza.
I came to tell you that
I'm leaving for London.
- Have you had word of Dwight?
- From Unwin.
He assures me that all is well
and I've no cause for concern.
What will you do?
Go to the Admiralty. See if
we can negotiate a ransom.
I wish you luck.
We'll bring him home.
Somehow.
The Admiralty doesn't deal in ransoms.
Bless you, Enys.
I think you'll live, Williams.
And those barbarians
wagered he'd be next to die.
Not if I can help it.
- Ah, ici la sortie.
- No, please!
J'ai gagner le pari!
Dear God.
I have an idea.
It's a delicate balance.
We're already over-manned.
If we take on more men to take
out more ore, we flood the market.
And the price drops.
The ore runs out more quickly.
But here and here and here...
there have been indications
of possible new lodes.
Which may or may not come to anything.
And which we've so far
opted not to explore.
With an extra 30 men, we could explore.
Thirty extra men? Each on a wage?
Which I could pay.
If I opted to plough my
profits back into the mine,
instead of taking a dividend.
But now, Ross? With the future
so uncertain, a war with France.
And a wife and two children to support?
My wife is in agreement with me.
Good man.
Thank you, much obliged.
God bless you, sir.
Well done.
- ♪ I will sing Twelve O
- What is your Twelve O?
♪ Twelve are the Twelve Apostles
♪ Eleven are the eleven will go to Heaven
♪ Ten are the Ten Commandments
♪ Nine is a moon shine
bright and clear... ♪
- Need a hand, do ye, sirs?
- Drake, we're back!
Miss Morwenna.
I think we should let Mr
Carne continue on his way.
Go.
Bye, Drake. Come and visit us soon.
- Thanks for thy help, brother.
- They're back.
And how long will Morwenna require?
A few weeks at least.
I must confess, I'm not
overly enamoured of him.
There's something about him
that makes my skin crawl.
The man is a reptile and a
prig. He is also a Godolphin.
Morwenna does not realise
how lucky she is.
But she will realise.
Gold brocade and breeches close-fitting,
to inspire in a bride
both awe and anticipation.
I liked Morwenna, she
seemed gentle and kindly.
This return, though, I fear it.
She an' Drake cannot come to good.
George will be livid.
That's good enough for me!
But a low-born miner's son aspiring
to the heart of his wife's cousin?
Why should he object?
When a lowly mine owner can aspire
to the hand of a great lady?
That's different! I hope
Morwenna knows it's different,
an' takes care to stay out of Drake's way.
The prison at Quimper...
Where Dr Enys be interned?
'Tis like a hell-hole now.
- Would there was aught we could
do to help him. - And if there was?
Make your way to the prison,
free Dwight an' bring him home!
What could be simpler?
A prison break on French
soil with respectable men
who are surely being led to their deaths.
Load your weapons. We make a stand.
Drake!