All language subtitles for Poldark.2015.S04E08

(people laughing)

85 tOday!

And I intend to outlive you all!

(laughing, applauding)

(birds chirping)

(laughing and talking)

To think of owning a place
like this!

Ha, a man can dream.

VERITY:
Ross!

FRANCIS:
You're here!

Is it true?
You're enlisting?

62nd Regiment of Foot!

(gasps)

(chuckles)

No, Ross, don't say so!

Francis,
help me persuade him!

ROSS:
Persuade my father!

It's his idea!

Only to save you
from the gallows.

(groans)

Well, I know someone
who isn't impressed.

AGATHA:
What's the matter

with the men of this family?

It will be six months
at the most, Aunt.

You'll hardly know I'm gone.

Will she?

$3'

How dashing you'll look
in regimentals.

Why else would I enlist?

(chuckles)

$3'

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.

(chuckles)

It's always been Ross.

$3'

It will always be Ross.

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(breathing heavily)

(people calling in distance)

(dog barking in distance)

(metal clanging in distance)

Mrs. Tabb to see Dr. Anselm.

MAN:
We're expecting you.

ELIZABETH: 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.

Do you have other children?

Two.

Both full term?

Yes.

And you would wish it
to appear

a naturally premature birth?

I would.

(sighs):
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.

(people talking in background)

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.

Settle his debts.

It's the least I can do.

GEORGE: Oh, I'm very aware of
the influence I now wield.

And I can assure you the
prime minister needs my votes.

So it will be for me
and not him

to dictate terms.

(glass smashes)

(men gasp, murmuring)

$3'

Yes, Ross?

What are you going to do?
Shoot me?

Go on, Ross!

Call me out!

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

$3'

Good day to you, George.

(conversations resume)

Are you pleased with
your candidate, my lord?

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Madam.

(door opens)

VALENTINE:
Papa?

Papa?

May I sit beside you?

May I, Papa, may I?

Your son

is speaking
to you.

Is he?

$3'

Are you incapable
of avoiding new 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.

$3'

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?

Isn't that
what you fear?

Worse than that.

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

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(driver urging horses)

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CRAVEN (faintly):
Nine.

Ten.

(thunder rumbling,
Demelza singing faintly)

CRAVEN:
Attend.

(pistol cocks,
Demelza singing faintly)

(gunshot echoes, groans)

Demelza will be glad
to see you.

You must know
that she would never

spare a thought for
a worthless rake like Adderley.

(waves crashing,
gulls calling)

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Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

(gasps)

(footsteps retreating)
Morwenna?

DRAKE:
Morwenna!

Morwenna!

I made a wish.

The same wish.

It will never be granted.

I told you why.

And yet...
do 'ee not think

there be more to life
than carnal love?

Just...

being together?

Seeing together all that's good
and pure and rare and beautiful

in the world?

The glow of corn
and the smell of spring.

Summer rain, autumn wind.

Watching you wake.

Watching you sleep.

Oh, my love,

what is life
if ye live it alone?

Oh, Drake!

I knew this would happen!

Marry me!

Be my wife in name only.

I'll never ask 'ee for more.

Do 'ee not love me?

(exhales)

(voice breaking):
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?

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(crowd murmuring and calling)

(chuckles)

(laugh)

Papa, when can I have
a real horse?

$3'

Papa is reading.

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

Mm-hmm.

I have business to attend to
in Truro.

I'll be staying
at the town house.

Oh.

I was hoping to go to Trenwith.

You may do as you please.

$3'

(waves crashing)

(door opens)

(gasps)

Morwenna say she'll wed me.

(laughs)

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.

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Though she say she'll wed me,

she's not safe to court.

Until she be, I'm afeared
something may happen

to change her mind.

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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.

(birds chirping)

(bell tolling)

Be off with you!

We want none of you
Methody folks here.

Oh, uh, Mistress Poldark.

Did you wish to see me?

I did indeed, sir--
my brother Drake

do wish to wed
Morwenna Whitworth--

and that directly.

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 license?

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 license.

You'd do that for me?

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

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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
and cakes...

And presents!

(chuckle)

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.

$3'

(cork POPS)

(pouring liquid)

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.

This Canary has a smoky flavor.

Newer vintage.

Lingers pleasantly
on the tongue.

You're tired of Westminster?

No.

Not in the least.

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...

(glasses clink)
...I will tell you.

$3'

ODGERS:
I publish the banns of marriage

between Edward Bray
and Eliza Carkeek,

and between...

Drake Came

and Morvvenna 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.

(humming)

(knock at door)

Oh.

Am I intruding?

I heard the banns called

this morning.

I came to offer
my good wishes.

But your child, John Conan.

Is with Lady Whitworth.

I have 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 from 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, I, I could not ask it.

What?

Perhaps I might feel
a little easier

if you were to accompany me
some of the way.

$3'

Of course.

For you, sir--
congratulations.

$3'

(laughing)

(people calling in background)

(footsteps approaching)

(footsteps retreating)

(door closes)

Pitt's office--
shall I deal with it?

$3'

(paper rustling)

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Your turn.

(Prudie snoring)

JEREMY:
Go on.

(snorts suddenly)

I knew you would do that.

(Ross roars, children squeal)

Papa, Papa, you're back!

Where's Demelza?

Gone Bodmin with Master Drake.

Why?
Oh, Mr. Ross!

All their doin's
and to-ins an' fro-ins!

You don't know
the half of it.

$3'

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.

$3'

DRAKE:
Where's Morwenna?

She's gone Trenwith
with Mrs. Warleggan.

DEMELZA:
Willingly?

DRAKE:
She doesn't say

when she'll return.

Or if she'll return.

Mr. Warleggan did go
to great length 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.

DEM ELZA:
Ross!

SAM:
Brother.

Trenwith is no place
to be visiting.

George needs no encouragement
to torment those close to me.

Yeah, but 'ee must see
what Drake do fear--

that Morvvenna,
once there...

Will be persuaded to stay.

This is one marriage

he will not be allowed
to interfere with.

Ross, you cannot.

Do not follow me.

$3'

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 outside)

(door opens)

GEORGE:
Elizabeth?

George?
(door closes)

VALENTINE:
Papa, Aunt Morwenna's here.

Well, this is
a pleasant scene.

With an unexpected guest.

Well, Morvvenna,
are you settling in

with Lady Whitworth?

No doubt you find life
rather constricting?

I really think I must go.

Papa, 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 excuse me.

George, I think,
when all's considered,

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

VALENTINE:
Papa, may I show you

my new hobby-horse?

Bessie, take this child away.

$3'

Is it Carne?

Yes.

(chuckling):
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.

(door opens)

And bring me a bottle
of the '94 claret.

$3'

I have to find her!

(door opens)

(birds cawing)

(horse knickers)

(banging on door, door opens)

ROSS (in hall): I'm looking
for Morwenna Whitworth.

FOOTMAN: I don't believe
she's here, sir.

In here!

(footsteps approaching)

Where is she?

Who?

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.

GEORGE:
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!

ROSS:
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?

$3'

ELIZABETH:
George!

Ross, I'd like you
to leave.

My apologies.

I had no intention
of ruining your evening.

Oh, you have ruined...

(pounds table)

More than that!

Please.

Go.

Forgive me?

I do.

$3'

(door opens)

(door opens)

(dog barking)

HARRY:
Good lads.

(barking)

We got you now!

(dogs barking)

Come on! Run!

(Harry laughing,
Morwenna panting)

HARRY:
Come on!

(sounds fading)

Come on!

(gasping normally)

(barking)

(Harry laughing,
dogs barking)

We got you now,
little Methody.

(barking, laughing continues)

DRAKE:
Morwenna!

Drake?

Drake!

I dare 'ee.

C'mon, I dare 'ee!

I thought ye Methody types
didn't fight.

Well, 'ee thought wrong,
brother.

(dogs barking and snarling)

Next time.

Next time.

Go.

(@1098 growling)

(9asps,panung)

My love.

You're safe now, my love.

(weeping)

(fire crackling)

(George clears 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 behavior to him.

Well, sometimes his prattle
annoys me.

He is a child!

Your child.

$3'

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 canceled
her precious birthday party,

she would have done anything
to hurt you.

And she knew just where
to strike.

Your son and heir.

Elizabeth...

(stammering):
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)

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?

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(sniffs, coughs softly)

(sighs):
Yes.

His happiness.

(splashing loudly)

DEMELZA:
Here, you're safe now.

(door opens)
There you go.

MORWENNA:
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!

$3'

(gasps)

What happened?
How strange.

I must have fainted.

(groans)

What, what is it?

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

The child moved and...

And then there was pain.

I'll, I'll call
for Dr. Choake.

No!

No, no,
I'll be well presently.

Just... just let me lie down.

Bessie,
call Dr. Choake!

CAROLINE:
Perhaps I should have

returned sooner.

For my sake, yes.

For your own?

I think not.

(chuckles softly)

Must you always understand me
so well?

(chuckling):
I'm glad you think I do.

The more I contemplate
the mind,

the more I realize
its infinite complexity.

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

by my time in France,

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.

(knock at door)

(door opens, Horace growling)

(softly):
Thank you.

(paper rustling)

Elizabeth Warleggan
is unwell.

(groans, panting)

(door opens)

Dr. Choake has been summoned,

but you were closer

and my wife requires
immediate attention.

(groaning)

Mrs. Warleggan.

Are you able to tell me
what happened?

It's just as before--

I fainted,

and then the pains started.

I think the child is coming.

I invite you to wait downstairs.

Please send a maid to me.

Were the pains
more or less sudden

than last time?
More sudden.

And more severe.

And you are now how forward?

Nearly eight months.

$3'

(Elizabeth groaning,
panfing)

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.

$3'

(panting)

(yelling)

(baby cries)

(exhales loudly)

(breathing heavily)

(baby fussing)

You have a daughter.

(laughs softly)

$3'

(laughing and crying)

DWIGHT:
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 goodnight, sir.

(footsteps retreating)

$3'

It happened again.

And so quickly.

(softly):
Yes.

And, and you...
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...

(softly):
To our son.

I cannot undo the past,

but I can promise you

a future without suspicion,

without recrimination.

If you can forgive me.

$3'

Go and look at our daughter.

(fussing)

$3'

What shall we call her?

Ursula.

Ursula.

It means "little she-bear."

I like it.

Ursula Warleggan.

Valentine Warleggan.

Our children.

$3'

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!

I am so very gratified!

(laughs softly)

I hoped you would be.

Lady Warleggan.

(laughs softly)

(Ursula fusses)

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 am 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?

(sighs)

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

(birds chirping)

(curtains slide)

(gulps in pain)

(gasps)

(groans, pants)

(panting)

My wife is in great pain,

and has been so
for several hours.

The, uh, the premature labor

brought on
an acute gouty condition

of the abdominal viscera,

manifesting...
What have you prescribed?

Bleeding, salt of Wormwood,
ammoniac

to increase
the elasticity...

Shall we visit her
together?

DWIGHT: This is a sad change, Mrs.
VVarleggan.

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.

(inhales shakily)

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DWIGHT: God knows what has
brought her to such a condition.

Contraction of the arteries,

inhibiting the blood supply
most dangerously to the limbs.

But Why?

(Elizabeth stirring)

The birth was premature,
the uterine spasms very rapid,

but that I attributed
to before.

Though the cause
may be obscure,

the disease hardly so.

What can be done for her?

CAROLINE:
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 'twould only be
neighborly to go and inquire.

$3'

Why is it so dark, George?

(voice shaking):
I'm afraid of the dark.

(softly):
My love.

Do not be afraid, my love.

GEORGE:
I'm here.

All will be well.

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(galloping loudly)

(banging on door)

(door opens)

I'm here to inquire

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.

(footsteps approaching)

Ross.

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

(softly):
Yes, yes.

By all means--
you know where to find her.

DWIGHT:
Ross, if I might suggest...

You've always known
where to find her.

Go.

Go! See what we brought her to!

(softly):
See...

(footsteps retreating)

(fire crackling)

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If I might suggest...

A sedative.

Will it bring her back?

This is a severe setback,

and far be it for 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?

$3'

(Ursula fusses)

You still have your daughter.

$3'

She does not look
like her mother.

She-bear.

I beg your pardon?

Her name,

it means "little she-bear."

(Ursula fussing,
George shushing)

$3'

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(waves crashing)

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(Elizabeth laughing faintly)

(laughs)

$3'

(laughter fades)

(exhales)

$3'

$3'

Elizabeth is dead.

Ross.

(exhales)

What can I do?

Walk with me.

$3'

So lovely a woman.

So hideous an end.

Could anything have been done
to prevent it?

Not by me.

Not so late in the day.

I believe what killed her
was seeded long ago.

CAROLINE:
I came home because...

I wanted a different life.

A meaningful life.

To give life.

Again.

$3'

(birds chirping)

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.

$3'

(bells tolling)

$3'

(birds chirping)

(laughs)

PRUDIE:
Go this way, hey?

(laughing)

GEOFFREY CHARLES:
She was not a Warleggan.

No.

She was a Poldark.

Nay, Ross.

There'll be time
for such a thing.

$3'

(laughing)

$3'

$3'