Poldark (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 8 - Episode #4.8 - full transcript

(Laughter)

85 today!

And I intend to outlive you all!

(Laughter)

(Chatter)

(Laughter and chatter)

- To think of owning a place like this!
- Yeah. A man can dream.

(Gasps) Ross!

(Laughs) You're here!

Is it true? You're enlisting?

62nd Regiment of Foot!



(Gasps)

- (They laugh)
- No, Ross, don't say so!

- Francis, help me persuade him.
- Persuade my father!

- It's his idea.
- Only to save you from the gallows.

- Oh.
- Well, I know someone who isn't impressed!

What's the matter
with the men of this family?

It'll be six months at the most, Aunt.
You'll hardly know I'm gone.

Will she?

How dashing you'll look in regimentals!

- Why else would I enlist?
- (Giggles)

What do they say?

She'll break a few hearts.

- And bear beautiful children.
- But who will be their father?

- Well, not us at any rate.
- Hm.



No, it's always been Ross.

(Giggles)

It will always...be Ross.

(Rustling)

(Hoofbeats passing outside)

(Grunts softly)

(Dog barking)

Mrs Tabb. To see Dr Anselm.

BUTLER: We're expecting you, madam.

My child is due in December.

But, for reasons I don't wish to discuss,

I would prefer it to be born
in November or even October.

- And would you wish it to be born alive?
- Of course.

- Is it possible?
- It is.

- But there would be risk.
- To me or the baby?

Both.

Er... Do you have other children?

-Two
- Both full term?

Yes.

And you would wish it to appear
a naturally premature birth?

I would.

(Exhales) Mrs Tabb,

I appreciate that you would not be here at all

were you not in some distress.

So, I shall make up a medicine -

a distillation of herbs
and a fungus that grows on rye.

If you take it exactly as prescribed,

you are likely to produce a living child
in the manner you desire.

- Will a physician attend you?
- Of course.

Should there be any...complications...

do not hesitate to take him
into your confidence without delay.

I understand.

(Chatter)

So you are still here.

Are you trying to get the law
to charge you with murder?

I've been helping John Craven
tie up Adderley's estate

and settle his debts.

It's the least I can do.

GEORGE: No, I am very aware
of the influence I now lead.

And, I can assure you,
the Prime Minister needs my votes.

So it will be for me, and not him,
to dictate terms.

- (Low conversation)
- (Clattering)

Oh.

Yes, Ross?

What you going to do? Shoot me?

Go on, Ross. Call me out.

Isn't that how you settle
your scores these days?

Good day to you, George.

(Murmuring)

Are you pleased with your candidate,
my Lord?

Madam.

(Horse blows)

Papa!Papa!

May I sit beside you?

May I, Papa? May I?

Your son is speaking to you.

Is he?

Are you incapable of avoiding these scrapes?

- This one was not of my making.
- Are you sure?

I leave for Cornwall tomorrow.

If you have any sense, you'll come with me.

Surely Nampara
is dearer by far to you than London.

Do you blame Ross?

For the duel? Of course.

- Adderley challenged him.
- Because Ross provoked him.

Adderley pursued me
and Ross thought I encouraged him.

I believe he was mistaken.

You do?

It's your nature to be open and warm.

The question is, does Ross intend
to fight every man who falls for you?

- Is that what you fear?
- Worse than that.

I'm beginning to think
he'll never come home.

(Driver urges on horses)

JOHN CRAVEN: Eight...nine...ten...

11...

JOHN CRAVEN: Attend.

(Pistol clicks)

(Demelza singing)

(Groan, then high-pitched tone)

Demelza will be glad to see you.

You must know
that she would never spare a thought

for a worthless rake like Adderley.

(Gulls crying)

(Water dripping)

Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

(Soft gasp)

- (Retreating footsteps)
- Morvvenna?

(She breathes heavily)

Morwenna!

Morwenna!

I made a wish.

The same wish.

It will never be granted.

I told you why.

An' yet...

...do 'ee not think there be more
to life than carnal love?

Just...bein' together?

Seein' together all that's good an' pure

an'...rare an' beautiful in the world?

The glow of corn an' the smell of spring.

Summer rain, autumn wind.

Watchin' you wake...

...watchin' you sleep.

Oh, my love, what is life if 'ee live it alone?

Oh, Drake!

- I knew this would happen.
- Marry me!

Be my wife...in name only.

L'll...never ask 'ee for more.

Do 'ee not love me?

(Exhales)

(Tearfully) Of course I love you!

This has never been just about love.

But it has.

And can only ever be.

Will 'ee walk with me?

(Man calls out)

(Demelza laughs)

Papa, when can I have a real horse?

Papa is reading.

I'm sure he'll arrange it when we're home.

I have business to attend to in Truro.

I'll be staying at the townhouse.

Oh. I was hoping to go to Trenwith.

Hm. You may do as you please.

(Rustling)

(Dull roar of waves)

(Fire crackling)

(Door opens)

(Gasps)

(Door swings shut)

Morwenna say she'll wed me.

Oh! Oh, my dear! I'm that glad!

Since he lost you, he's only been half alive.

He'll make you such a loving husband.

No woman could wish for better.

I believe you.

Though she say she'll wed me,
she's not safe caught.

An' till she be, I'm afeared something
may happen to change her mind.

ROSS: Tregothnan nears.
Here's where I alight.

What business could be more important
than returning to your wife?

The business of ensuring
a graceful reconciliation with Westminster.

(Bell tolling)

Be off with you!
We want none of you Methody folks here.

Oh, er...Mistress Poldark.
Did you wish to see me?

I did indeed, sir. My brother Drake
do wish to wed Morvvenna Whitworth.

And that directly.

Well, as you know, ma'am,

the banns must be read
every Sunday for three weeks.

Three weeks?

I seem to recall when Captain Poldark -

now Member for Truro,
and close friend of Lord Falmouth,

in whose gift this living do lie -

when he and I were wed,
there was mention of a "special licence"?

Ah, yes...there is such a thing.

But it would have to be obtained
from the Archdeacon in Bodmin.

And he would need to be convinced

that the applicant was a person
of standing and respectability.

Well, then, who better
than an applicant's upstanding

and respectable sister to vouch for him?

So you read the banns
and we'll fetch the licence.

You'd do that for me?

Go and tell Morwenna,
then meet me at the crossroads.

Elizabeth.

Demelza.

- Are you well?
- Thank you, yes.

- When do you expect?
- In December.

I wish you an easy birthing.

If such a thing exists!

And you, young sir.

- Do you know what will happen soon?
- Papa will come?

Christmas will come.

And there'll be custards an' cakes.

- And presents?
- (Laughs)

I may not see you before, so...

...may I wish you the very best
for the season.

And the new century!

May it bring us joy.

(Cork POPS)

(Drink poured)

My Lord,

the truth of what happened
between myself

and Adderley is...widely known.

So, I consider the proper course
is to resign my seat...

...and allow you to appoint
a more suitable person in my place.

(Inhales deeply)

This canary has a smoky flavour.

Newer vintage.
Lingers pleasantly on the tongue.

Are you tired of Westminster?

No...not in the least. I...

I have sometimes thought
that in my year or so, sat in Parliament,

that you have tired of me.

It is true, we have not infrequently
been at variance,

but unfortunately for you...

...I like some character in a Member,
you know?

When I wish you to resign...

- (Clink)
- ..l will tell you.

I publish the banns of marriage

between Edward Bray and Eliza Carkeek.

And between...

Drake Came and Mon/venna Whitworth,
all of this parish.

If any of you know cause or just impediment

as to why these marriages
should not take place,

speak now or forever hold your peace.

(Hums softly)

(Knocking)

- Oh...
- Am I intruding?

I heard the banns called this morning.

I came to offer my good wishes.

- But your child, John Conan.
- He's with Lady Whitworth.

I've been staying with my mother.

How could you bring yourself to leave him?

He was taken from me.

As much was taken from me.

And now that I have a better
understanding of what you endured...

...I feel only regret for my part in it.

But you must come to Trenwith.

You were married there last time.
Why not this?

And have Mr Warleggan give me away?

Mr Warleggan is in Truro
and like to remain there.

I would like to see Drake some time.
I hope he does not bear a grudge?

Drake sees only the good in people.

Sometimes there's little enough of it.

I must go.
The wind was rising as I left.

- You walked?
- The exercise is good for me.

- But if you fell...
- Well, why would I?

Did you not do so last time?
With Valentine?

That's true.

Perhaps then...

No, l...l could not ask it.

What?

Perhaps I might feel a little easier

if you were to accompany me
some of the way?

Of course.

For you, sir. Congratulations.

(They mush)

Pitt's office.
Shall I deal with it?

CLOWANCE: Your turn.

(Prudie snoring)

Go on.

(Prudie grunts)

CLOWANCE: I knew you were doing that.

- Rrrrragh!
- (Clowance squeals)

JEREMY: Papa! You're back!

- Where's Demelza?
- Gone Bodmin with Master Drake.

- Why?
- Oh, Mister Ross!

All their doings an' to-ings an' fro-ings!

'Ee don't know the half of it.

Thank you.

Since you've come so far,
will you not step in and see Valentine?

I know he'd appreciate it.

Well, just for a moment.

Where's Morwenna?

She's gone Trenwith
with Mrs Warleggan.

Willingly?

She doesn't say when she'll return.
Or if she'll return.

And Mr Warleggan did go to great lengths
afore to keep you both apart.

- I must go after her.
- Nay, Drake.

If Harry be there... I'll go.

- Nay, I will go.
- None of you will go.

- Ross!
SAM: Brother.

Trenwith is no place to be visiting.

George needs no encouragement
to torment those close to me.

But 'ee must see what Drake do fear?
That Morwenna, once there...

Will be persuaded to stay.

This is one marriage
he will not interfere with.

Ross, you cannot.

Do not follow me.

Valentine, shall we persuade
Aunt Morvvenna to stay a few days?

- Oh, yes. Do!
- You could have your old room.

Thank you. It's...

- ...certainly a kind thought.
- (Horse whinnies)

- (Door opens)
- Elizabeth?

- George?
- (Door closes)

Papa. Aunt Morwenna's here.

Well, this is a pleasant scene.

With an unexpected guest.

Well, Morwenna, are you settling in
with Lady Whitworth?

- No doubt you find life rather constricting?
- I really think I must go.

- Did you know Aunt Morwenna's to wed?
- I did not know.

That might be a way
out of your present difficulties.

- Do I know the man?
- I pray you'll excuse me.

George, when all's considered,

it's Morwenna's happiness
which should now be of paramount.

- May I show you my new hobby-horse?
- Bessie, take this child away.

Is it Came?

Yes.

(Laughing) Well! How convenient.

The man who killed your husband
now takes his place.

He did not kill Osborne!

You know very well
Drake's innocence was proved.

Oh, anything can be proved.
All I know is that Carne had the most to gain.

You know nothing about him!

You couldn't begin to understand
the kind of man he is.

- I understand the kind of trollop you are.
- (Gasps)

- Get out of my house!
- George!

And never show your face here again.

Tell Harry to see her off.

And bring me a bottle of the '94 claret.

(Wind whistles outside)

I have to find her!

(Knocking)

(Door opens)

- I'm looking for Mon/venna Whitworth.
- I don't believe she's here, sir.

In here!

- Where is she?
- Who?

- (Exhales)
- Oh!

The dim-witted trull who's to wed
your dolt of a brother-in-law?

- I threw her out.
- George!

She left minutes ago, across the fields.

You would have missed her
if you came by the road.

I'm obliged to you.

Set foot here again, I'll have you shot.

What do you want, George?

What more do you want?

You have wealth, power, position, influence...

- More than you know!
- You have my family's home,

my family's mine.

And you have Elizabeth.

20 years ago,
you, Francis and I,

we stood in this room...

and we all aspired to her.

Well, there she is.

So I ask you again...

What more do you want?

George!

Ross, I'd like you to leave.

My apologies.

I had no intention of ruining your evening.

Well, you have ruined more than that!

(Breathes deeply)

Please...go.

Forgive me?

Mo.

(Door clicks)

(Door slams)

(Dog barks in distance)

(Barking continues)

(Tom Harry calls out)

- (Dog barks)
TOM HARRY: We've got you now!

TOM HARRY: Come on! (Laughs)

(Morwenna gasps)

TOM HARRY: Go on!
- (Barking)

(Tom Harry calls out)

(Barking and snarling)

(Tom Harry laughs)

- We got you now, little Methody!
- (Morvvenna whimpers)

(Ferocious barking)

(Laughter)

Morwenna!

Drake? Drake!

DRAKE: I dare ye!

- Come on! I dare 'ee!
- I thought ye Methody types din't fight.

Well, 'ee thought wrong, brother!

(Barking and snarling)

Next time.

- (Dog growls)
- Next time.

TOM HARRY: Go.

(Dogs continue to bark and snarl)

(Morvvenna whimpers)

My love...

You're safe now, my love.

(Morwenna sobs)

(George clears his throat) I...

...may have spoken out of turn just now...

in the heat of the moment.

I rode here especially to bring you some news.

Must we quarrel over two trivial people
who concern us so little?

There is someone
who concerns us a great deal.

Valentine.

He was vastly upset
by your behaviour to him.

Well, sometimes his prattle annoys me.

He is a child! Your child.

Elizabeth...

You must know
for so long I have been in torment...

Because of a thoughtless word
from Geoffrey Charles?

Which you choose to believe?

Whilst all I have said and done
and sworn is utterly dismissed?

How long will you allow this
terrible jealousy to curse our lives?

I thought I'd put it behind me!
I want to put it behind me...

But the poison that hag Agatha...

Agatha?

The night she died...
she told me Valentine was not my child.

She said we'd not been married
long enough for him to be mine.

I fell on the stairs!
The fall brought on my travail.

- Then why would she say so?
- Because she hated you, George!

When you cancelled her birthday party,
she would have done anything to hurt you!

And she knew just where to strike.

- Your son and heir.
- Elizabeth, you...

you must understand.

I... I could not... I cannot help myself.

You know you are the only person
I have ever cared about!

- Then prove it.
- How?

Include Valentine in your love.

(Exhales heavily)

But you never will let go of your suspicions.

And there is nothing I can do
to prove he is your son.

Nothing I can do to assure his inheritance,

his place in society, his happiness!

(Sniffs)

Yes.

His happiness.

DEMELZA: Here, you're safe now.

DRAKE: There you go.
- (Door opens)

Captain Poldark...
I'm sorry to give such trouble.

It's no trouble.
The ride was bracing and the visit short.

But now I think I'd like to go home.

Elizabeth? Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

(Sniffs) Oh!

- What happened?
- How strange.

I must have fainted.

- Aaargh!
- What... What is it?

I've er... I'm not sure.

The child moved.
And then there was pain.

- I'll call for Dr Choake.
- No!

No, no, I'll be well presently.

Just... Just let me lie down.

Bessie? Call Dr Choake!

Perhaps I should have returned sooner.

For my sake, yes.

For your own? I think not.

Must you always understand me so well?

(Laughs) I'm glad you think I do.

The more I contemplate the mind,
the more I realise its infinite complexity.

Both of us, in our various ways,
have been afflicted.

By my time in France.

And by the loss of our daughter.

The process of recovery
is not straightforward.

But I hope that our abiding love for each other
will mend what has been broken.

(Knocking, door opens)

(Growls)

Thank you.

Elizabeth Warleggan is unwell.

(She groans and gasps)

Dr Choake has been summoned
but you were closer

and my wife requires immediate attention.

Mrs Warleggan, are you able
to tell me what happened?

It's just as before. I fainted.

And then the pain started.

I think the child is coming.

I invite you to wait downstairs.
Please send a maid to me.

(Gasps)

Were the pains more
or less sudden than last time?

More sudden, and more severe.

- And you are now how forward?
- Nearly eight months.

(Panting)

Mrs Parkins was sad
when you left London so suddenly.

She thought you did not like the rooms.

I trust you told her different.

I told her you did not like me.

Will Drake and Morwenna be happy?

I think so.

If two people love, as they love...

You think that's enough?

Sometimes it's too much.

Not in my experience.

(Panting)

(Screams)

(Panting)

(Baby cries)

- You have a daughter.
- Oh!

(Laughs)

Your daughter is small
but in every way healthy.

- And my wife?
- Is well.

In one way, a premature child
is less strain on the mother,

being that much smaller, but...

the spasms were unusually violent
and if this is the result of her fall,

you must take the greatest possible
care of her over the next few weeks.

- I assume Dr Choake will soon be here?
- Within the hour.

Then I'll leave her to his treatment and care.

I bid you good night, sir.

It happened again.

- And so quickly.
- Yes.

And you...er, fell...

fainted...just as before.

Exactly as before.

I see now...how wrong I was...

...to doubt you.

I see the damage I have done...

...to our marriage...

...to our son.

I cannot undo the past
but I can...promise you...

...a future without suspicion...

...without recrimination...

...if you can forgive me.

Go and look at our daughter.

(Cries softly)

What shall we call her?

Ursula.

Ursula.

It means "little she-bear".

I like it. Ursula Warleggan.

Valentine Warleggan.

Our children.

Elizabeth, I have something to tell you.

Before we left London,
I had a meeting with the Prime Minister.

Yesterday, I received a letter from his office.

In recompense for my full support...

...he will be pleased
to recommend to His Majesty...

...that in the new year...

...I receive a knighthood.

Oh, George!

(Exhales)

I am so very gratified!

I hoped you would be...

Lady Warleggan.

(Laughs)

(Ursula gurgles)

What I did in London was not well done.

No, it was not.

But what I did
when I left you and came home...

That also was not well done.

It seems both of us, at various times,
have caused the other pain.

This time, I'm at fault.

And I plead no excuse.
I killed a man.

Though not the man I wanted to kill.

And because of that...

...I will always wonder, if he were still here...

...would you rather be with him?

(Demelza exhales deeply)

Do you understand me so little
that you seriously ask me that?

(Birdsong)

(Groans)

(Panting)

My wife is in great pain
and has been so for several hours.

The erm...
The premature labour brought on

an acute gouty condition
of the abdominal viscera, manifesting...

What have you prescribed?

Oh, bleeding,
salt of wormwood, ammoniac,

- to increase the elasticity.
- Shall we visit her together?

This is a sad change, Mrs Warleggan.

I wonder what could be the cause?

Can you tell me where the pain is?

My feet and my hands ache.

And I feel so cold.

God knows what has brought her
to such a condition.

Contraction of the arteries,
inhibiting the blood supply,

most dangerously to the limbs.

- Why?
- (Elizabeth moans)

The birth was premature,
the...uterine spasms very rapid.

But that I attributed to the fall...

Though the cause may be obscure,

- the disease hardly so.
- (Elizabeth moans)

(Whispers) What can be done for her?

I thought you should know.
Dwight has been called to Trenwith.

Elizabeth's child was born last night,
again premature.

- But alive?
- Yes, a healthy girl.

Dwight delivered her.
But this morning he was called back.

- Elizabeth is ill.
- How ill?

Dwight is still there.

I think 't'would only be neighbourly
to go and enquire.

Why is it so dark, George?

I'm afraid of the dark.

My love.

Do not be afraid, my love.

I'm here. All will be well.

(Sniffs)

(Knocks)

(Door opens)

I'm here to enquire after Mrs Warleggan.

Turn that man away!

George...for God's sake!

Can we not put aside our quarrels
at a time of sickness?

I am concerned for Elizabeth

and will not leave
until you tell me how she is.

Elizabeth?

Oh... No, Elizabeth is dead.

Ten minutes since.
She died holding my hand.

(Approaching footsteps)

Ross?

- I think this is not the time...
- May I see her?

Yes. Yes! By all means.

- You know where to find her.
- Ross, if I might suggest...

You've always known
where to find her. Go.

Go! See what we've brought her to!

See...

If I might suggest...a sedative?

Will it bring her back?

This is a severe setback

and far be it from me
to tell you that you will recover...

Rec... Recover what?

Recover what?

The... The purpose...

The point...

...of everything?

Why would I want any of this...

...if she is not here to share it with me?

(Baby gurgles)

You still have your daughter.

She does not look like her mother.

She-bear.

I beg your pardon?

Her name...
It means little she-bear.

- (Ursula cries softly)
- Ssh.

(Waves crashing)

(Woman giggling)

(Giggling)

Elizabeth is dead.

Ross...

What can I do?

Walk with me.

So lovely a woman...

...so hideous an end.

Could anything have been done to prevent it?

Not by me.
And not so late in the day.

I believe what killed her
was seeded long ago.

I came home because...
I wanted a different life.

A meaningful life.

To give life. Again.

Only now do I understand
how it was for you when Hugh died.

'Tis not the same.

You loved Elizabeth.

Once.

But it's the memory of that love
that makes me sick at heart today.

For the loss of all she was...

...and all she had to come.

Most of all...

...I feel afraid.

- Of what?
- Of losing you.

Of losing you from my life.

To think that...there will come a time

when I will never hear your voice again...

...nor you mine.

When Hugh died,
I felt a little of this but...

- ...Elizabeth was your first love.
- But not my last.

I made that choice long ago.

And I.

You fear you kept me by default,
because he died?

Not so.

Hugh did touch my heart.

But only you have ever owned it.

(Bells ringing, cheering)

(Birdsong)

(Drake laughs)

PRUDIE: Come this way.

(Prudie chuckles)

- She was not a Warleggan.
- No.

She was a Poldark.

(Low chatter)

Nay, Ross.

There'll be time for such a thing.

(Laughter and chatter)