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~ He loves me.
~ I wish you could have this too.

Don't waste another moment
on such thoughts.

Did Verity send you?

She's no idea I've come, no-one does.

I thought that I had put her
behind me, but I had not.

This is Dwight Enys, I've him
to thank for patching me up.

I promise you, I will make the
world a better place for her.

And you're set on this girl, Mark?

Well, truly, she's my heart's desire.

~ Have you been introduced to the bride?
~ At your service, ma'am.

~ Francis today staked the
mine on a game of cards.
~ He lost.

Poaching's a capital offence.

Oi!

This very day he would become
a father for the first time.

Sentenced to two years' imprisonment.

~ Jim will be home soon.
~ God willing.

~ Will I find him changed?
~ He's come this far. That's what matters.

~ A pretty sight, is it not?
~ No shame in it.

As we sow, so shall we reap... as
my wife would no doubt remind me.

If I can be of service.

Ah, you can, find a way to restore
me my mines, my estate, my dignity.

~ Francis...
~ But, no, today is your day.
First auction for Carnmore.

I wish you could join us.

George would disapprove.

I know how little you care for
his opinion, but you should.

I care for those he seeks to ruin.

~ You'll never get it, Ross.
~ What?
~ Justice for all.

Fair wages would be a start.

Agh! Damn these blisters!

Agh!

~ You would speak with him?
~ It will keep.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
the auction is now open.

I've first to dispose of a
dole of ore from Will Busy.

Will Busy ore, sold to the
Carnmore Copper Company

for six pounds, 17 shillings
and sixpence a tonne.

Will Leisure, parcel of
red copper, 45 tonnes.

Sold to the Carnmore Copper Company

for eight pounds, two
shillings a tonne.

~ What name did you say?
~ Will Leisure.
~ No, sir, the buyers?

The Carnmore Copper Company.

United Mines, three doles
of ore, 50 tonnes apiece.

First parcel is sold to the
Carnmore Copper Company...

.. for seven pounds,

one shilling a tonne.

Second parcel is sold to
the Carnmore Copper Company

for six pounds, 19 shillings a tonne.

Sir, I dislike to intervene,

but may I say, I've never heard
of the Carnmore Copper Company.

~ I am assured it do exist, sir.
~ What proof have you of its good faith?

Who stands guarantor for it?

Who is its agent?

~ As I thought, there's something here not...
~ I'm the agent.

~ I've never heard of your company.
~ Well, that's odd,

since the chairman's been talking
of little else since noon.

What is your purpose in bidding
for this quantity of copper?

Well, the same as yours, sir,

to smelt and sell it
on the open market.

And who are the men behind your
company? What are their names?

Do we know the names behind the
South Wales Smelting Company?

You know full well we came in
vouched for by the Warleggans.

Because you are the Warleggans.

You, sir, I don't know what
your game is, but it reeks.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please!
Let the auction continue.

He here come. You see, Keren...

I tamed him for you.

And Zacky Martin, do he waste
his days 'ticing starlings

or do he swag around the county
on Captain Poldark's business?

~ Zacky's educated. He can read.
~ Any fool can read.

I know YOU can...

It is no secret you could have
done better for yourself.

I was only glad you did pick me.

Not some highfalutin' scholarly chap.

~ You may think you've done well today.
~ Sir?

But we're on to you.

Believe me. You won't have
it your own way next time.

~ Riots in Bodmin now.
~ Looting in Truro.

Every week, another mine closes.

That's no excuse to take the
law into their own hands.

~ Examples must be made.
~ And are. Bodmin jail is now fit to burst.

And rife with fever.

Tis as plain a death sentence
as you could wish, sir.

Both lungs are afflicted,

but under a strict
regime of goat's milk,

walking four miles a day, sleeping
out in the open when it's fine...

Is she badly hurt?

Captain Poldark - I can
guess why YOU'RE here.

I should imagine not, ma'am.

You've heard the rumours attaching
to Miss Verity's name again?

Tis, er... her.

From over there, to see...

Have you heard? The Warleggans
are giving a ball.

~ Are we invited?
~ We are!

What a way to mark your
entrance into society!

What is it?

Well... What will I wear?

What shall I say, how...

~ How shall I know the new dances?
~ I'll help you!

When I return from town. I'm
expected there later today.

Expected?

Have you spoken to Francis?

~ You must.
~ I will.

I will.

~ Did well today, we did indeed.
~ That was the easy part.

~ You underestimated him.
~ I did no such thing.

YOU took him for one of
those overbred idiots who

trade on their name
instead of their wits.

Like his cousin.

Ross is made of harder mettle.

Well, his company is a threat.

But if we knew the names
of its shareholders...

You're being very brave.

You must stay in bed. If you
get up, it may raise a fever.

Of course, sir. I'll do
anything you say, sir.

I never knew anyone could be so kind.

~ Lisbon! How I long to see it.
~ It'll enchant you.

The orange trees, the olive groves,
the endless sunlight...

~ Will you take me?
~ Are you a good sailor?
~ Oh, yes, indeed!

Though... I have never
actually been to sea!

~ My quarters aboard are not lavish.
~ I need no luxury.

To be free... to live my own life...

to be with you...

~ is all the riches I could wish.
~ So you WILL tell Francis?

Before the ball?

Perhaps we should not
be seen there together.

~ Unless I speak with him first.
~ Or let me.
~ No... It must be me.

I must find the right moment.

Then let it be soon, my love.

Judas!

This is a new device, creeping
in like a tomcat!

And how is my fair maiden?

~ The one invited to the Warleggan ball?
~ That one, too!

~ Would it please you to go?
~ Oh, Ross - can I?

Beg pardon, sir. Ma'am.

~ Shall I serve supper?
~ Thank you, Jinny.

Have you heard from Jim?

Not since last month, sir,
but he was fair then.

So, I am to go to the ball
without a mine to my name,

my estate in ruins and my
wife in a made-over dress?

For heaven's sake, Francis, who
can afford new clothes these days?

Truly, you imagine Demelza won't
be trotting out her one good dress

and not care a feather
what people say?

Well, she should, and if she does
not, then she shows her ignorance.

You like Demelza.

Mm. Mm.

I do.

Doesn't alter the fact
that the connection

does our family no credit.

I'm grateful it's the only unsuitable
marriage we're forced to endure.

What keeps you awake?

The mine. The smelting company.

Jim.

Is there news?

Rumours.

Has Verity said anything?

About Andrew Blamey?

~ Why?
~ There are rumours she's meeting him again.

Is she?

I wouldn't like to say she is.

I wouldn't like to say she isn't.

~ In other words, you wouldn't
like to say anything at all.
~ Well...

Ross, what's given in confidence
isn't fair to repeat.

I can't pretend I'm not disturbed.

But I wonder how she met him again.

Practise your steps.

I claim first dance at the ball.

Tis as we feared, Ross.

Fever's rife at Bodmin, they're
dropping like flies.

~ Whole mine's talking of it.
~ Say nothing to Jinny.

You're close to Jim?

I have known him since he were a boy.

Were he my worst enemy, I'd not
wish jail pestilence on him.

~ Your arm is mending?
~ I came to see what Dr Enys could prescribe.

He's away with my husband
till tomorrow.

Mrs Daniel...?

A word?

Hope do love a gossip.

~ And 'tis not wise to give them cause.
~ What cause?

Tis said you have a roving eye.

And whose business is it
where my eye do light?

Well, some say it might be their business,
should it light on their husbands.

There's not a man in 50 miles I'd
look twice at. Excepting one.

Mark?

Pardon my interference,
'twas kindly meant.

You have a plan?

None whatsoever.

Good evening to you, sir. Dr Enys
is here to attend on James Carter.

~ Eh? What's that?
~ James Carter, the typhus.

Be so good as to let us in
so we may show you our papers.

There's not a moment to lose, sir.

This way, if you please, Dr Enys.

Much obliged to you.

Now look, they say there
be fever down 'ere.

~ We'd be sick ourselves if we...
~ Is this the cell?

What an affront to human dignity.

Is Jim Carter among you?

Where's your authority?

~ You must show your papers.
~ Jim?

~ Jim, can you hear me?
~ Perhaps he has been moved?
~ Are you there, Jim?

~ Dear God, look at his arm.
~ Open this cell.

Eh?

This man needs urgent medical
attention. We're taking him away.

Nay, he be serving his sentence.

Open this cell before I have you
dismissed for neglecting your duty.

~ Give me the keys.
~ You can't go in there.

It ain't safe. There's fever!

I could make over the bodice,
maybe add a little lace.

Just as you please. So long
as Francis thinks it's new.

I'm sorry... that he's
been a disappointment.

YOU... speak to me of disappointment?

Perhaps it's always the way.

In the first flush of love,
we think anything is possible.

We must both learn to
lower our expectations.

Avoid his breath. It will
be deadly at this stage.

What chance does he have?

~ He might survive the fever, but this arm...
~ Is it gangrene?

It must come off.

He won't survive.

I beg you to try.

I'll help you.

Be brave now, Jim. Think
of Jinny waiting at home.

It's all right, Jinny...

I'm coming home...

I'm coming home...

I'm coming home.

We buried him by the sea.

If you'd seen his face,
Demelza... I think he knew me.

He smiled... and tried to speak.

The magistrate should
have been there...

Smug, self-satisfied
upholders of the law.

And so-called gentlemen!

Who prize game above
honest working men.

He tried to feed his family.
How is that a crime?

~ By God, I could commit murder myself.
~ Will there not be trouble?

~ That you broke the jail and
helped a prisoner escape?
~ Let there be.

I welcome it.

I could almost be induced to go
amongst them tonight to the ball
if I thought I might infect them.

~ You mean not to go, then?
~ How could we?

~ To dance and smile at the very
men to blame for Jim's death?
~ No, no...

We could not go, I do see that.

Parcel come for... Mistress.

Tis from the dressmakers.

~ It is a mistake.
~ I called on my way to Bodmin to order it.

It seems like 100 years ago now.

Oh.

Could I see it?

If you've the interest.

It will do for some
time in the future.

Ross...

I couldn't sleep. All last
night, I was thinking of you

giving me something to ease the pain.

Please, wait here - I'll
fetch you something.

Miss Verity, sir.

Oh, my dears, I heard about Jim.

Say nothing, Verity. If I'm forced
to relive it, I'm like to explode.

You must compose yourself
before the ball.

Do you know who will
attend this ball?

Every single one of those men
who condemned Jim to die.

So, how do you imagine
I could go among them?

Because you MUST go among them.

Your move in forcing the jail
was reckless and unlawful.

Your presence among these people
tonight will remind them

that you are one of
them - a gentleman.

It may make them think twice
before moving against you.

Your arguments disgust me.

They disgust me, too.

But you have more than
yourself to consider now.

~ My wife and child...
~ Would suffer.

As Jinny suffers.

Justice is a fine thing, is it not?

Ross!

Where are you going?

To acquaint myself with as much
brandy as George can supply.

We shouldn't have come.

Ross hasn't been sober since
he got back from Bodmin.

For you, I think.

It's from Ross.

But how can I wear it? With Jim in
the ground and Jinny all bereft.

You cannot help them, my dear.

But you can try to keep a
lid on that powderkeg below.

Is there a war on?!

The Poldark cousins seem
hellbent on battle.

I cannot speak for Ross,

but Francis is most definitely
at odds with all the world.

There, now. Look how lovely you look.

Let us go down - it will take
us both to keep Ross in check.

~ You won't desert me?
~ I would not dream of such...

Oh, dear God!

I must go to him... He-He
must leave at once.

Dwight - I feared I
wouldn't know a soul.

Here is a gentleman eager
to make your acquaintance.

Sir Hugh Bodregun, may I present
mistress Demelza Poldark.

Enys tells me we're neighbours.

How could I come to overlook
such a bloom, hm?

I cannot account for it, sir.

Do you hunt, ma'am?

No, sir.

I have some sympathy for the foxes.

(Please, Andrew...)

~ Ross.
~ Hm?
~ I've been singing your praises.

To whom?

Mr Matthew Sanson - he's keen
to test his mettle against you.

Oh, thank you - I have no
taste for gaming tonight.

Oh, that's a pity - last
time he played, he had

~ the better of the Poldarks, I thought
you might care to level the scores.
~ He may try.

I'm here to escort my wife.

That being so, it wouldn't suit my purpose
to spend the evening in a card room.

Which IS your wife?

I should like the pleasure.

She's over there.

And she seems very well attended
by Sir Hugh Bodregun.

Might I suggest a short game, just...
while the evening warms up?

~ As you wish.
~ Please.

Did you not hear?

Since Francis lost the mine,
that woman has thrown him over.

Now he can't even afford
a new dress for his wife.

And as for Ross, no doubt regretting
his marriage to that hussy...

(One, two, three...
One, two, three...)

Andrew, I beg you to leave,
Francis will see you.

That's exactly what I wish.
Have it all out in the open.

~ I will not be ashamed of our love.
~ Nor I!

But if we're seen together,
it will be a disaster.

Who's to say Francis would make
difficulties? Has he not grown up?

Might he not have mellowed?

Let him once catch sight of you and
you will see how much he's mellowed.

Who is that young person
dancing with Sir Hugh?

She's quite lovely, don't you think?

That's Demelza, Mama. Ross's wife.

The scullery maid!

I see no scullery maid, Mama.

Reverend Halse.

Will you join us?

~ What are the stakes?
~ A... guinea.

It's more than my customary stake.

Perhaps you'd prefer to
wait for another table.

I think not. I have as much right
to call the stakes as any here.

Half a guinea, let it be.

Still not dancing, Elizabeth?

What WILL people say?

Your first outing in months and
to be so neglected by Francis.

Elizabeth. Will you grant me
the favour of the next dance?

How charming you look
tonight, ma'am -

I swear Elizabeth's place will be
taken the moment I lead her away.

Wicked shame to have thrown
her away on a Poldark.

You did not return
my trump lead, sir.

It is an elementary principle
to return one's partner's lead.

Thank you, I'm acquainted with
the elementary principles.

No doubt your partner has all the
principles at his fingertips.

It's a general misfortune he does
not make better use of them.

Manners were never your
strong suit, Poldark.

Who can only guess at the bad humours

that come from an ill-spent life?

Ill-spent?

And this from a justice of
the peace who combines all

the virtues of office except
perhaps justice and peace?

No doubt the common people you mix
with have blunted your faculties

as to what may or may not
be said in polite society.

I agree, they alter one's
perspectives, sir.

You should try mixing
with such people,

it might enlarge your outlook.

I think I will find another table.

Have you ever been in a jail, sir?

It's surprising the stench 30
or 40 of God's creatures can

give off when confined to a
squalid pit for months on end

without drains, water,
physicians, care.

The matter of your performance
at Bodmin jail has not gone

unnoticed, sir.

There will shortly be a meeting
of the Justices, of whom,

may I say, I am one.

Then pray convey this message
- that it would give me

great pleasure to meet any
of you who can spare the time

from your high offices
and holy livings.

Especially those responsible
for the upkeep of Bodmin jail.

You offensive young drunkard!

You'll be hearing from us presently.

~ Continue.
~ Come, Mr Francis - follow
your cousin's lead.

Lay a stake on the queen of spades.

Thank you - I've learned
never to stake on women.

Excuse me, I'll have
a... breath of air.

You look ravishing
tonight, Elizabeth.

If I were a poet or a painter,
I could do you justice.

You're very kind, George,

but I'm afraid you have little
reward for your attentions.

I'm a dull creature these days.

That which is treasured
can never be dull.

You should venture out more.

And bring Francis, if you will.

To the gaming tables? It's the only
reward for the end of Grambler,

that he sees less of the green
cloughs and more of his family.

If I were to promise never
to encourage or even play with

Francis again, would that please you?

We both know he will continue to play,
whether you encourage him or not.

~ He cannot help himself.
~ Any more than I can.

Some... refreshment?

I hope you will do me the
honour of allowing...

~ How DARE you address me...
~ Francis!

Your sister deserves better.

I beg you, let us resolve
this peaceably...

~ Step aside!
~ Your sister is not to be commanded.

~ Nor am I.
~ Then perhaps you will take
this as an inducement.

I forbid you ever to see him again.

(Er, no, thank you.)

Excuse me, sirs - I must
speak with my cousin.

Oh, no, no - not so fast, missy.

I haven't had the pleasure
of my second dance.

Nor I, indeed.

~ Excuse me, sirs, I cannot stay.
~ We've been admiring your gown, Demelza.

Mama thought it had come from
London until Mrs Treneglos

assured her to the contrary.

And how is your father, dear?

We've not seen him
since the christening.

No, ma'am, I'm sorry. Father
is overparticular who he meets.

~ He despises me.
~ No.
~ And so he should.

I am to blame.

I should have told Francis
when I had the chance.

But I was timid.

~ It's the one weakness Andrew cannot abide.
~ He will forgive you.

He left... without a backward glance.

I shall never see him again.

Propose.

~ Two.
~ Two.

I hope you're as well
entertained as your wife.

Or had you forgot her existence?
Dangerous mistake.

Absentee husbands make
for wandering wives.

If you wish to retain our favour,
you'd do well to pay it attention.

Ah! I'm determined, ma'am.
The next dance is mine.

Forgive me, pardon me. I came
to see if you require anything.

It's a bit late to be showing
a lively concern for your wife,

~ isn't it?
~ Better a belated conscience
than none at all.

Hm!

Perhaps I should ask for an introduction,
as it's so long since we met.

I hear you've been well
consoled in my absence.

Look at them all.

Overpainted, overdressed...

Overstuffed.

If these are my people, I'm
ashamed to belong to them.

Well, if you think all
the stupid, fat, ignorants

are in your class,
then you're mistook.

I have lived long enough to
know that they're everywhere.

And you're not righting any wrongs
by blaming just these folk

~ for Jim dying.
~ Of course they're to blame!

For their ignorance,
their selfishness,

their arrogance...

And you'll not right any wrongs
by drinking and gaming

and leaving me to fend for
myself at my very first ball!

If you behave like this,
you'll not come to another.

If you behave like this,
I'll not want to.

Would you care to dance?

No, thank you.

Poldark's losing badly.

50 guineas?

Agreed.

~ I propose...
~ How many?
~ The book.

I'll take two.

Propose.

~ Accept.
~ Two.

I'll lay ten guineas.

20.

I'll take it.

The luck of the devil.

This is a decent little piece.

Somewhat high priced.

I... trust it keeps good time?

It never failed my grandfather.

~ Shall we continue?
~ And what do you intend to play with?

Assets I can realise.

Ross, no.

Play with this if you must.

And what is this worth?

About 100.

Oh, Ross.

Well?

Deal.

~ He's met his match in Matthew.
~ Hm.

~ Shall we retire?
~ Another hour.
~ With what?

My stake in Wheal Leisure.

Ross, no.

I propose.

~ How many?
~ One.

I'll take the book.

Can you explain how you come to have
a card in your hand before you

drew one from the pack?

You're mistaken. I'd already drawn.

I rather think he had, Ross.

~ Oh, no, he had NOT.
~ He most CERTAINLY had not.

What the hell are you doing, Ross?

George! Will you permit this?!

I'm sorry for assaulting
your friend, George,

but if you insist on
entertaining such fellows,

you should at least
keep them on a leash.

Or perhaps you prefer your guests
to be ruined in silence?

When did you first
know he was cheating?

Almost at once.

But I wanted to be sure
before I challenged him.

Thank you.

Your exploits at Bodmin
jail were much discussed.

No doubt.

There was some sympathy
for your intentions.

Though not our actions.

Pity some of your partners at Carnmore
should be on the other side of the bench.

How do you mean?

St Aubyn Tresize, Alfred Barbary...

They're magistrates, are they not?

They may feel compelled
to take a stand.

~ And then there's the
matter of Matthew Sanson.
~ What of him?

Once this tale gets out,

George may feel obliged to respond.

Why should he?

Matthew's a cousin.

Did you not know?

No, I did not.

Old tripe-for-brains be within.

Who?

Mark Daniel, moping and moaning
fit to make your lugs bleed.

There's talk of Keren and Dwight.

~ Any truth in it?
~ Couldn't say.

Anything else we can't say?
About Verity, Blamey...?

I know as much as you.

"Since you brought
Verity and me together,

"I must turn to you for further help.

"Francis is impossible.

"There can never be a reconciliation,

"therefore Verity must
choose between us."

Folks say she's brazen. That she'll
fling herself at other men.

~ Have you asked her if it's true?
~ I haven't the heart to, Ross.

I can't put myself to believe it.

But if a man can't trust his wife...

You must have faith, Mark.

~ Without that, there's
no hope for a marriage.
~ Hope for marriage?

Pick me liver.

Best take it out 'fore it's not
to be cuckolded thrice a day

by every man, dog and
mule in the county.

I come to offer myself.

To help you with your work.
I can write, I can take notes.

~ But...
~ Don't refuse me.

You've been so kind.

I must use my wits for
something, or I'll go mad.

It is an omen, mark my words.

It is a fiendish, black omen.

What is the matter with
the women of this family?

The men.

You think you could do better?

What do we know?

What we know is that Ross Poldark,
though clever, has a weakness.

~ Just the one?
~ He plays it straight.

And trusts others to do the same,
but others have eyes and ears.

And they report.

What we've been trying
for some time to find out,

the site of the Carnmore Copper
Company smelting works.

And?

Trevaunance land.

They struck a deal
with Tresidder's Mill.

For now, they have enough
copper to keep going,

but come the next auction...

We'll see they come
away empty-handed.

And the question is, will
that be enough to ruin them?

What more can we do, since they deliberately
withhold the names of their shareholders?

There's no law against that.

It makes it considerably more
difficult for us to exert pressure.

So...

let's begin with the
one name we DO know.

Jonathan Tresidder.

~ Banks with us, does he not?
~ He does indeed.

And has substantial loans.

~ Here's to the first chink
in the Poldark armour.
~ Hm.

I wish Jim could have
seen his child grow up.

You did all you could.

I wonder.

Ross, you cannot fight all the world.

You can only make your own
small corner a fairer place.

Will anything come of what you did?

It may. It may not.

Lay your flowers.

This is the first time I've
been sober in five days.

As you may know, Verity left
us yesterday for Captain Blamey.

So she's done it at last.

You've been using her to
carry letters between Verity

~ and that skunk!
~ I gave you credit for more intelligence.

I gave you credit for more loyalty.

You've been lying with Enys.

~ I've not!
~ What did I ever do that he should
go behind my back like this?

I suppose you married
the girl he loved.

There are forces opposing us.

Have a care for the law.

Tis a cranky and twisty old thing.