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Les prisonniers contre le mur!

Allez! D�p�chez-vous!

Vite! Vite! Allez!

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

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

Non. English?

Tell them l wasn't one of you.

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

We failed. Others will take our place.

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

Peloton d'ex�cution!
Rassemblez!

Attention.

Citoyens soldats,

mort aux ennemis de la R�publique!

Chargez vos fusils!

Visez!

Ya! Ya!

Halte l�! Sergent, ne tirez pas!

Bien s�r, monsieur.

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

You will wish to apologise
for wasting the good breakfast

l had for you five days ago,
Captain Poldark.

How, er...

How did you know?

ln this place, when an
acquaintance fails to appear,

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

Rassemblez!

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

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

- Where are they?
- They sailed yesterday.

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

Only that you were missing.

God. They would have told my wife.

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

How did you manage it?

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

l would have been a dead man long since

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

You see, the commissaire
has been feathering his nest

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

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

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

You know my business. Would he...?

No, no, a little at a time.

Visez!

Feu!

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

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

My man is imprisoned at Fort Baton.

l need a map of northern Brittany.

Come back with me.

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

Miss Caroline Penvenen be here, missus.

Thank you, Prudie.

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

Oh, you barely show. How long is it?

Six weeks.

- Are you well?
- Yes.

- And Jeremy, how is he?
- Well.

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

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

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

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

Trencrom won't go.

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

Oh, Demelza, l'm sorry.

So am l. Doesn't help Ross.

lf l could pay someone to go...

Money won't get him back.

Ross away three weeks.

And you carrying his child.

l know how you must feel.

Do you?

You must hate me, Demelza.

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

What's the use?

Your man's missing, so is mine.

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

Oh, Demelza.

Caroline. Oh.

'Twas nothing to do with you.

'Twas a need in him.

Oh, it is wrong of me to be bitter.

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

For better or for worse.

# ..pluck a rare rose for my love

# l do pluck a red rose blowing

# Love in my heart

# A-trying so to prove

# What your...

- # What your heart #
- Missus.

- Missus.
- Yes?

Missus...

Oh, Ross! You're back.

l was going to surprise you.

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

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

- She.
- It.

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

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

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

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

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

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

l tell you, l'm starving.

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

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

l said l'd bring a toy for Jeremy.

Oh.

Oh, you fool.

- l saw Dwight.
- They let you?

From a distance.
It was all l could do.

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

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

- No.
- Oh, Ross.

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

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

- Ross?
- That food, my love.

l don't like what you're thinking.

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

You wanna go out there again.

Don't worry. l'm home now.

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

- Drake!
- Quiet, lad.

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

l never been this way before.

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

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

Your mother and Mr Warleggan
gone to Truro?

Yes. They weren't ordinary toads.

Aunt Agatha says they were huge
and they had yellow stripes

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

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

Uncle George had all the toads killed.

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

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

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

- It is.
- Take these to Miss Morwenna.

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

Come on.

- This way.
- Geoffrey.

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

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

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

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

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

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

l wonder if it was a good thing.

What? 'Twas like no other l ever known.

Perhaps it was wrong of us to meet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come on.

Come along, l say. You too, Morwenna.

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

- Are you going to Truro?
- Tomorrow.

- How long?
- l don't know.

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

There were more but Uncle George
had them cleared away.

Oh.

As he had the toads
cleared from the pond.

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

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

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

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

Be quiet. My aunt is in the next room.

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

- Have you any tinder?
- No.

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

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

No.

Are you cold, Morwenna?

No.

l thought you shrimmed.

Don't, Drake.

You can't go away from me like this.

l wasn't long, was l?

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

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

She's happy with us and we with her.

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

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

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

Oh, she's a good teacher, George.

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

A boy needs schooling, not a governess.

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

But it was for one year.

And we are to pack the girl off home?

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

- She is of marriageable age.
- George!

She's of a good family and appearance.

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

No. Oh...go on.

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

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

Or younger men who would be glad
to ally themselves

with the house of Warleggan.

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

For us? But we're not her parents.

Her mother can do nothing for her.

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

After all, she is your cousin.

And you have thoughts as to whom?

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

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

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

Why are you so sensitive?

Well, who is there?

l had considered Sir John Trevaunance.

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

Your other thoughts?

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

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

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

We ought to consider
Morwenna's happiness.

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

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

Osborne Whitworth, a clergyman.

But he is married with two little girls.

His wife died in childbirth last week.

lt's a little soon, is it not?

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

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

A dean's daughter should attract him.

You are a remarkable man

but let us not press the child.

There's no haste.

Ross, do you remember a girl
called Morwenna Chynoweth?

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

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

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

What? Are you telling me...?

- Oh! Judas.
- Demelza.

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

Sam told me.

Drake has been meeting Geoffrey
Charles and so met Morwenna.

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

- Have you spoken to him?
- No.

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

l suspicion so, from what Sam says.

- Does Elizabeth know?
- Course not.

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

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

- Send them both away?
- Judas, no.

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

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

Serve him right.
A pest on your brothers.

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

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

Oh, l'm a lump.

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

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

l'll tell you when.

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

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

Perhaps l'll ask Caroline to oblige.

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

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

What's she gonna do about Dwight?

Go to London.
Ask the Admiralty to ransom him.

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

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

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

to win support in Parliament
for a landing in Brittany.

- Then?
- It may set Dwight free.

And where do you come in?

Oh, Judas.

- Judas!
- Demelza. Prudie!

You're gonna meet your daughter soon.

Help me get her upstairs.

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

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

and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Amen.

- There you are.
- Very, very nice.

Thank you for coming.
Thank you so much.

Will you come and visit us at the house?

lt ain't right. Ain't proper.

Clarence.

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

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

Can hear as well as you can.

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

Get your hands off me, you daft...

Dr Choake.

You attend my great aunt,
Agatha Poldark.

- How is she?
- Miss Poldark?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, please don't go, Ross.

lf Ross must go, then so shall l.

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

- You go back with Demelza.
- l refuse.

What are you gonna do about it?

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

Aunt.

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

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

lt's a good thing l didn't.

This is not your wife, Ross.

This is Miss Caroline Penvenen.

We met at Valentine's christening.

Eh? Eh?

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

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

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

A bud off my little Ross.

The air is bad.
Will you wait downstairs?

You forget, l am used to sick rooms.

This room be a midden
now that George is away.

You're a skunk, Lucy Pipe.

Look at it, not even a proper fire.

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

Hold your tongue, slut!

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

You shall come home with us.

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

Come and live with us.

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

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

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

That's what l said.

Boy...that drawer...

The first one.

Open it. Give me that.

Oh, l was pretty, wasn't l?

You, Miss whatever-your-name-is,

can you believe this is me?

'Twas painted in this house.

A present for your little girl.

Nay, 'tis kind and brave of you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Perhaps, but not lonely also.

All the Poldarks dead, except you.

There's no one to talk to me.

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

Then come now, l'll get a carriage.

No, l must stay where l belong.

Miss Poldark of Penrice.

- You know why?
- Why?

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

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

And to torment George.

Oh, Ross, l real torment him.

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

He hate me and l hate him.

At least come until George
and Elizabeth return.

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

Not even with all your care

and your dozy little bud to attend me.

She know where she be well off.

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

Or l'll have Mrs Warleggan turn you out.

God bless you, boy.

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

Back to your childer and leave me be.

May l ask what ee do want, sir?

None of your business.

l did ask polite.

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

My position's improved
since them days, sir.

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

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

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

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

Now, out of my way.

l give you one more chance.

Door be this way, sir.

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

Quickly!

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

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

Long as l keep my body in one piece.

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

Now, that ain't true.

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

You always say God is love.

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

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

if it be sanctified by marriage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Tis the other way round.

Tell me, who puts love there?

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

God.

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

Let me present
the Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

Your admiring servant, ma'am.

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

l was desolated to hear
of your bereavement.

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

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

lndeed.

Your parish keeps you busy?

One scatters the seed.
One scatters and hopes.

Tea.

And let Miss Morwenna know
that tea is served.

My wife's cousin,
Miss Morwenna Chynoweth.

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

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

And cultivated.
Devoted to the education of our boy.

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

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

Children need a mother's care.

l pray that the Lord
may send them a comforter.

And a helpmeet for your labours.

Ah, here is the young lady.

Morwenna, please meet
the Reverend Osborne Whitworth.

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

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

lt was a surprise to find it on my bed.

A little gift from my wife.

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

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

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

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

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

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

''..though our treatment
has been barbarous.

''There is no contact with Paris

''and the commandant freely indulges
his unpleasant whims.

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

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

''riddled with fevers and scrofula

''caused by bad food
and close confinement.

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

He says nothing of parole or exchange?

No, and your trip
to London yielded nothing?

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

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

- Your French friend.
- The Count de Sombreuil?

- How go his landing plans?
- In Brittany.

Well advanced.
If the British would decide.

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

Yes, l believe so. Quite soon.

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

Yes. l'm glad you liked him.

As soon as possible.
His enterprise fascinates me.

Thank you for coming, Whitworth.

You have been a frequent
and welcome visitor since Christmas.

l have remarked your attentions
to Miss Chynoweth.

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

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

Quickly to the point is how l like to deal.

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

l've sent her and Geoffrey Charles
to Penrice.

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

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

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

- Admirable.
- Which one must set aside

when one discusses the condition
of marriage between gentlefolk.

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

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

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

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

- A generous one.
- N...?

f2,OOO.

The regard l feel
for Miss Chynoweth can bloom,

l feel sure, into true Christian love,

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

- l have no mercenary motive.
- Certainly not.

But it would degrade your family
for a cousin to marry

and not keep the condition of a lady.

l am f1,OOO in debt.

lt is my business to know such facts.

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

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

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

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

Then l will not stand in her way.

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

She's devout, healthy, submissive,

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

- Angels.
- She's a good housekeeper,

and she is but 18.

lt is because of my two orphan chicks

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

Let us say f5,OOO.

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

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

The choice of a debt-ridden
clergyman is limited

but look, look by all means.

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

Let us say 4,OOO.

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

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

Plus 250 for repairs to my vicarage.

A man who can bargain
is worth his price.

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

Sir, Miss Chynoweth,
with true maidenly modesty,

has given me no hint of a response.

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

when she is told.

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

Eh?

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

Shame on him. Cess to him.

Shite take him!

l'll ask Miss Penvenen to see you.

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

Mind you the 10th of August.

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

Yes, my 100th.

That's what l've been living for.

No Poldark ever reached it afore.

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

And now Agatha Poldark's
going on for 100.

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

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

Oh, nay.

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

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

George? Huh! 'Twill cost no money

to that tight-fisted rogue, no.

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

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

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

l'm going to have all my friends

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

and a big cake.

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

l want to see your childer afore l die.

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

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

Come in, Morwenna.

Sit down, my dear.

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

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

No.

The Reverend Osborne Whitworth
is calling here tomorrow.

- Does that enlighten you?
- No, Elizabeth.

Oh. You are very young.

He has asked for your hand in marriage.

Mr Warleggan has agreed to the match.

ls that not wonde_ul news?

You must have had some idea.

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

and Mr Warleggan has promised
a handsome dowry.

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

Oh, come, Morwenna.

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

How can he? We have talked so little.

lt seems words were not needed.

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

Enough to wish to make you his wife.

l don't want to be his wife.

This has obviously come
as a great shock to you.

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

Osborne is in holy orders,
as your father was.

- Does my mother know?
- l have written.

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

Did you tell her
that we loved each other?

l told her that an engagement
would be announced shortly.

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

will she still be delighted?

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

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

ls it wrong to want love?

Was it false and romantic when
you married Francis Poldark?

Was not that for love?

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

But you must accept the guidance
of older people.

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

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

ls that what you wanted to hear?

No.

lt is time you grew up.

l married Mr Warleggan
because it was a sensible thing.

lt has been much more successful.

Marry Osborne Whitworth

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

You both mean to be kind...

but l can't.

l can't feel...

l can't.

Do you play whist, Miss Morwenna?

l had extraordinary luck last night.

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

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

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

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

lt was a happy day
when Mr Warleggan assured me

my sentiments were returned.

Ah, you will be my new helpmeet.

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

You'll find the vicarage sadly neglected.

There's dry rot
and one chimney smokes

but we'll soon put that right.

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

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

l haven't any feelings at all.

That is because you are a good woman.

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

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

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

No!

Excuse me.

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

l shouldn't have let you in.

Geoffrey Charles has cut his ankle badly.

- l know.
- He's in bed.

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

What did you bring me here for?

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

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

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

That would be best for both of us.

Why? What's changed, Morwenna?

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

Am l to see naught of Geoffrey Charles?

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

l won't. And you?

l will.

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

This acquaintance
should never have begun.

Forgive me.

Now, go.

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

These last months
l've thought of naught else.

Working, eating, sleeping, praying -

you've never been absent.

You're everything in the world.

The sun, moon...

day, night...

without you, 'tis nothing.

Nothing.

Please, go.

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

l have told you.

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

l can't!

Look at me.

All right, look...

Look...

No, no, my love, not yet.

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

We belong to each other.

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

- No.
- Lucy Pipe just told me.

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

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

- My dear.
- Yes?

We did leave Aunt Agatha unattended.

She has her own maid.

No, l mean unattended
by any relative or friend.

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

looking in my desk, l don't doubt!

l detest him but he would not pry.

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

he regards this as a Poldark house.

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

Listen.

- What is that?
- Curious noise.

This is the last straw. Hey, you there!

Fetch me Tom Harry,
Sid Rowse, anyone!

l just don't understand, sir.

You cleaned out that lake,
why are there frogs?

Toads, sir.

Frogs, toads, why are they there?

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

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

They did go away in the fields.

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

How many other jobs
have you half done?

Tell Tom Harry
l want that lake cleaned out.

Yes, sir.

l want every one
of those creatures killed.

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

Right, Tom.

Fool.

Wait here.

l can see one here.

Give us a hand!

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

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

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

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

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

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

these come from the ponds
of Marazanvose.

Marazanvose?

Tom Harry's gone to make sure.

They've migrated?

Toads be queer creatures
but not that queer.

Marazanvose be three mile away.

These have been brought here
for your devilment.

Devilment? Who would do such a thing?

lt's not for me to say, sir.

Wait outside.

Devilment.

Elizabeth, we were talking of the devil.

Who?

Remember when we got rid of
all the old toads?

Agatha Poldark cursed me for it,

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

She told Ross when he visited.

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

Now, pay attention.

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

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

Five men on each turn. Understood?

- Understood, sir.
- l want him caught.

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

Trespasser, aye, sir.

- And if we do catch him?
- If?

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

He might not see it same way as we.

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

He's not likely doing this by himself.

Does he fill you with such terror?

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

And let me tell you one other thing.

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

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

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

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

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

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

l'll be back in an hour.

Drake!

The landing is on.
Your government has said yes.

- When?
- June.

As long as that?

lt takes time to prepare.

6,OOO soldiers
put aboard British transports,

enough weapons to arm our supporters

and a British escort fleet
to be assembled.

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

lmpossible.

Our bridgehead includes
the territory of the prison.

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

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

A Frenchwoman tried
to pass in a bowl of soup -

she got a bayonet in the belly.

The commandant congratulated
the guard that did it.

The officers are treated worse -
the ruling class.

- Savages.
- Your countrymen.

My friend, there is evil in all men.

War lets it loose.

l will tell you something in confidence.

De Maresi and l are taking
a party of volunteers over

a week before the main landing.

We'll organise a force of supporters

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

A reception committee?

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

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

Just put me ashore.

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

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

No, l must be in Truro by morning.

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

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

This is the Comte de Sombreuil,
a good friend.

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

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

l'd be most grateful.

- Cap'n?
- Yes?

Oh, it's nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

l'll look after Drake.

Gotcha! Ha!

l got him! Come here! l got him!

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