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- I wish you to return.
- It won't be for long.

Ross Poldark is alive.

My boy is to be married.

- Who's it to be?
- Elizabeth. - Elizabeth?

What's your name?

- Demelza Carne.
- Ross Poldark.

As stronger, rises...

as the weaker falls.

For all is fair in love and war.

Copper! Copper's been struck!

Francis staked the mine
on a game on cards.

He lost.

To sneak away under our very
noses and marry that drunkard.

Perhaps it was wrong -- but
I did it for love of Verity.

Will you go?!

Perhaps you prefer your guests
to be ruined in silence.

Go.

Is it the putrid throat?

I'll stay and look after you all.

They both have it. The
symptoms are unmistakable.

You can pray to God I do not
lose the love of my life.

Forgive me, I cannot save her.

Ross!

I will no longer have my feelings
misunderstood, or my intentions.

Anyone plundering will be
guilty of theft and committing

a capital offence.

I'm certain we understand each other.

Captain Poldark, I have orders
to take you to Truro gaol.

On what charge?

Wrecking. Inciting a riot. Murder.

Mr Poldark, it is alleged that
you roused the neighbourhood and

led a blood-thirsty mob down to the beach.

- Incorrect.
- Which part?

They were not thirsty for blood.
They were starving for food.

Did you encourage the riot
which broke out on the beach?

- I did not consider it a riot.
- Do you approve of plunder and lawlessness?

Do you approve of whole families being
without sufficient food to keep them alive?

What part did you play in
the death of Matthew Sanson?

Regrettably, none whatsoever.

Enough of this insolence.

Ross Vennor Poldark, I am committing
you for trial at the Bodmin Assizes.

Bail will be set at £100

and may God have mercy upon you,

for I most assuredly would not.

(Julia.)

Ross!

They let you go, I knew they would.

Did they dismiss all the charges?

Not quite.

I'm to be tried by Justice Lister

at the Bodmin Assizes in five days' time.

I must present myself at
the gaol the night before.

Oh, God.

How has it come to this?

George?

This entire thing is a nonsense.

I'll be back before you know I've gone.

He should never have been charged.

He's a gentleman and a Poldark!

His own worst enemy.

I would speak to him, but he avoids me.

He avoids us all.

Since they lost Julia.

Well, something must be done or he
will walk his head into a noose.

Or that new contraption
they have in France.

If he's a sensible man,
he will seek assistance...

have words in the ears
of those that matter.

The Boscowens?

St Aubyns?

Warleggans?

When their cousin died in the wreck?

No, George is very likely
behind the accusations.

But he could exert influence if he chose?

His reach extends everywhere.

Why would George throw
his might behind Ross?

You're right. Why would he?

There's a storm coming.

Julia's afeared of thunder.

I keep thinking that she's still
here and if I just call her name...

I'll be better, by and by.

I tell myself that every day.

And every day I fail.

- We must think of the trial.
- Oh, must we?

Ross, 'tis no little thing.

It is a proper trial,
not just a magistrate.

You must answer to judge and jury
and if you're found guilty...

They cannot hang me.

- I've too much to do.
- Truly, Ross.

Truly, Demelza, I decline
to be distracted by matters

beyond my control.

Give me leave to attend on
something I can influence.

Gentlemen!

I leave for Bodmin in two
days. What are we waiting for?

And no doubt you aim to strike
a new lode before you go?

A couple, at least. So
let's get down there.

New lode? He'll be lucky.

The old Trebartha lode's near
petered out, but he won't have it.

No more than he'll have this trial.

To hear him, you'd think he was
heading for Michaelmas Fayre.

Dwight.

He cannot just bury his head.

And will you tell him?

It's almost upon him, how
will he defend himself?

Who will speak for him?

I will. But there must be others.

And plenty of them.

The Crown will already
have assembled its case.

And no doubt there'll be plenty
who'll be glad to help it.

- Can I rely on you, Tankard?
- Of course.

Always happy to be of service.

Why is our attorney here?

He's been assisting the
Crown to strengthen its case.

Theft, riot, attacking a customs
officer. Is that not enough?

I wanted murder.

And I told you that
charge would not stick.

Cousin Matthew was dead
before he washed ashore.

Poldark merely found him.

And left him lifeless on the strand.

Which is not a crime.

But it is a personal
affront to this family!

And one which I intend to make him regret.

Prudence Paynter?

My name's Tankard.

Acting for the Crown in the
case of Rex versus Poldark.

What do you recall the
night of the shipwreck?

Shipwreck?

See thee now, woman.

When there's riot and robbery,
like there was that night...

The law says naught of those who follow
if it can lay hold of those who lead.

So 'tis best for all concerned

that the right man should
stand in the assizes.

The right man? Ross Poldark?

I never see'd sight nor sound of him.

Elizabeth!

Are you alone?

I was about to return to Trenwith.

Would you consider a small delay?

Are you suggesting I intervene?

The family would be so grateful.

The family means little to me.

You alone are the person I care to please.

It distresses me to think of
my cousin at risk of his life.

It is I who would be
indebted to you, George.

How difficult would it
be to have him come before

a sympathetic judge?

There are ways of
encouraging such sympathy.

But does Ross ask it of me?

You know, you and Ross are
more alike than you know.

I have said so. I said it to him.

I do not think he could
fail to feel gratitude

if he felt himself beholden, if he could
see his benefactor in a new light.

So you've made no arrangements.

None whatsoever.

Jeffrey Clymer, KC -- your defence.

He'll meet you in Bodmin.

Will he?

Next, your finances.

You are chief shareholder
in Wheal Leisure.

Other than that, you have no income.

Your tenants regularly
default on their rents.

Your house is mortgaged and you
have outstanding debts of £1,000

at interest of 40%.

My wife will be sorry she wed me.

Your wife deserves better.

- Have you made a will?
- Of course not.

- I need a list of all your assets.
- That shouldn't take long.

"My dear Demelza.

"I know that recent events
have caused a breach between

"our two families, but wonder
if I could persuade you and Ross

"to visit us at Trenwith
tomorrow afternoon."

Ah, Captain Poldark.

Mr Trevaunance. How goes your campaign?

Better than yours, I imagine.

Who was that?

No-one of any influence.

Jud Paynter?

Never heard of him.

You were on Hendrawna Beach
the night of the shipwreck.

Was I?

Perhaps this'll jog your memory.

Ah, well, now.

Get off home, you bladderwrackin'
pifflin' piece of offal!

Uncle Ray!

Caroline, my dear!

And Mr Trevaunance, our
prospective member of parliament.

I see you travel light, niece.

- How long are you intending to stay?
- That depends.

If my little Horace and I get bored,

we may be forced to return to London.

No doubt you're much in demand there.

An heiress is much in demand everywhere.

An heiress is much in demand everywhere.

- Especially one who is
not yet of age. - Why so?

It's assumed she'll do the
bidding of her wealthy uncle

and marry where he chooses.

You confident, Unwin?

Of winning his seat or my hand?

Both, I trust!

I hope we can come to terms soon, sir.

I hope so, too.

She runs rings round her old guardian.

I'm sure a younger man would
benefit from the exercise.

Did I mention I saw Unwin
Trevaunance, our would-be MP?

And his intended, Ray Penvenen's niece.

No doubt she's in town for
the election in Bodmin.

I've never been to Bodmin.

Be grateful you're not going now.

Why?

The elections take place the
same days as the assizes.

The town will be seething.

Will Elizabeth go?

I shouldn't think so.

She sent us a note.

What could she want?

The same as I.

You did promise me after Julia died
that we would all be reconciled.

You still want that?

With the trial nigh upon us,

maybe I'll be glad of the friendship.

Even though they cost us Julia?

Nay, Ross, you cannot lay
it all at their door.

Why can I not?

'Tis why I'd wish to make peace

despite all that we lost.

Will it not mean that
Julia didn't die in vain?

It's good of you both to come.

- Is Francis here?
- Somewhere hereabouts.

I wanted to speak with you first,

to ask if some help might be
given when you come to court.

I hope you will take the gesture

with the kindness in which it's intended.

Gesture?

George might know the judge
who will hear your case...

- How convenient...
- and thought that perhaps he could be...

Pointed in the right direction.

For a price, no doubt?

Not one that you would
personally need to pay.

But I see that I would.

And it strikes me as more
than my liberty's worth.

Demelza, we're leaving.

Ross?

Elizabeth, what's the meaning of this?

- I-I thought if there was something
we could do to help Ross. - We?

- We appreciate the thought.
- But not the method.

Ross!

You'll excuse us, George.

Of course.

I thought it the least we
could do for Demelza's sake.

Demelza's?

Of course.

Could they seriously imagine
I would stoop to beg favours

from that upstart poodle?

If I wished to prostitute myself,
I'd sooner grovel to Ray Penvenen

who's actually acquainted
with Judge Lister!

Is he?

It really is the end for me and Francis.

Where are you going?

To the mine, where it's still
possible to do an honest day's work.

'A known Jacobin and revolutionary,
fomenter of unrest and affray,

'once escaped justice by
taking the king's shilling,

'fathered numerous bastards,
bedded and wedded his scullery maid

'upon whom he got his latest brat --
this creature being a notorious doxy

'from a family of murderers and thieves'.

Our friend "Anonymous"
has an engaging style.

- How many copies?
- Enough to paper all Truro and Bodmin?

If he's found guilty, he could hang.

If he hangs, he'll have
only himself to blame.

Mistress Poldark to see Mr Penvenen.

Mistress Poldark?

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Forgive the intrusion, sir.

I was taken queasy as I was out walking

and yours was the first house I saw.

Ah.

'Tis no use, Ross.

The lode has petered out.
We knew it a week ago.

So we give up?

We move on.

There sits our old mine, lost in
a game of cards to a Warleggan.

Oh, Ross would never gamble away
his most precious asset, would he?

He's too wise and clever(!)

Francis, what is done is done.

Thank you for the refreshment, sir.

I hope that you're not too downcast
about your husband's coming trial?

Truly, I fear the worst.

If only one knew who the judge would be.

Oh, that's no secret, ma'am.
'Tis Justice Wentworth Lister.

- Oh? Are you acquainted with him?
- Oh, We know each other.

He'll be supporting Unwin
Trevaunance at the election

tomorrow night.

A stern fellow, though
generally accounted fair.

It'd puzzle me exceedingly how a
judge can be expected to listen

to a case and get to the bottom
of it all in a few of hours.

Does he never ask for the truth in
private before the trial begins?

Perhaps he should!

- Will you be in Bodmin for the assizes?
- For the election, yes.

Well, I hope we may meet again, sir.

- Who was that, Uncle?
- Ross Poldark's wife.

- What did she want?
- She didn't appear to WANT anything.

I doubt that, sir. She looks
like a dangerous woman to me.

Ross.

Well, this is well met. May
I walk with you awhile?

I'm pressed for time.

The encounter yesterday,
that was not my doing.

Still, I'd hoped we could
put past quarrels behind us.

I had hoped so too, but
I find now I cannot.

Ross, if something goes amiss
in court, how is Demelza fixed?

How is that your concern?

If your sentence is prison, or worse,

well, she would be entirely
alone with no source of income.

- Whereas you yourself are swimming in
guineas(?) - No, no, no, I've a little put by.

Why would you offer it?

I don't forget what we owe Demelza.

Mr Warleggan, ma'am.

Elizabeth, you look ravishing today.

And you too, of course, ma'am.

I do not. And nor, may I say,
do you. Quite pasty-faced.

Consequence of sitting too
long indoors, fingering coin.

I've brought a small gift for my godson.

Oh, that's kind of you, George.

Papa!

Look, my very own horse!

Uncle George bought it for me.

Did he?

- George.
- Here again?

I hope you're taking care
of our guest, Elizabeth.

I saw my cousin just now. He was
not eager to exchange pleasantries.

No doubt he's thinking of the trial.

Do you think he'll be acquitted?

I don't see how he can be.

So many witnesses to his
activities that night.

And the fact that he's
treated the law with contempt

on previous occasions.

And the court will not
be left in ignorance.

As I came past Sawle, a villager
showed me this pretty paper.

'The true and sensational
life of Captain RP.

'Adventurer, seducer, wrecker,
and suspected murderer?'

Yes, I've seen them about.
They're not important.

Except to Ross.

But if this is believed,
it will prejudice the jury.

Pay it no heed, Elizabeth.

These scurrilous sheets are always
defaming one person or another.

But this author has gone
to some trouble and expense.

You wouldn't happen to know
him, would you, George?

I imagine he must be desperate to
earn his money in such a manner.

Only a bankrupt would
sell his services that way.

♪ They had no tail nor bill

♪ They had no tail nor... bill. ♪

Jud Paynter.

'Tis said that you and
your good wife were once

servants of Captain Poldark?

An' his father afore 'im.

And that, after working
faithfully all those years,

you were turned out without a word.

Monstry ingratitude!

So you understand that your
duty under the law is to report

what you saw the night of the wreck.

We know you took part in
the riot and pillaging.

We know you played a part in
resisting officers of the Crown.

I never 'eard such louch.

But we're willing to overlook all that

if you will turn King's evidence.

You owe him no loyalty.

It's common sense to testify against him.

We'll make it worth your while.

I have no idea what to say in your defence

and you leave for Bodmin tomorrow.

I was not on the beach, so I
cannot refute the charges,

but, from what I hear, they
are not easily dismissed.

Salvaging spoils from a wreck?

No jury in Cornwall
would convict me of that.

- Attacking a customs official?
- Not guilty.

- You doubt me?
- We both know you are capable of it.

Your situation is not good, Ross.

I've seen worse.

- We've seen worse.
- On the battlefields of Virginia?

- And I salute you for saving my face.
- Saving your neck may not be so easy.

I'll ask Demelza not to
come to Bodmin tomorrow.

So you and I will ride together?

Perhaps, as we go, some brilliant
defence will occur to me.

Who's this fine lady and what
has she done with my wife?

Judas!

There she is. For a moment
I thought I'd lost her(!)

Why? Cos she's prink'd up to the
nines an' her fizzog powdered?

Clearly I needn't worry
about you when I'm gone.

You'll be a line of suitors
from here to Penzance.

So I should hope.

May I join you awhile?

Perhaps another night.

Goodnight, Francis.

Goodnight.

So you leave me abed
like the Queen o' Sheba

while you see to all the chores?

Is it not my duty to cherish
my wife while I'm here

and to provide firewood for when I'm not?

I wish we could stay like this forever.

I wish so, too.

I'm only glad for your sake
you're not seeing me in court.

No, Ross.

You WILL stay here?

Yes, Ross, if that's what you wish.

Elizabeth? I'm leaving for Bodmin.

Shall I not come with you?

A court is no place for a lady.

It's a terrible thought, is it not,

a world without Ross?

- I wonder how Demelza would bear it.
- How would any of us bear it?

For which of us does
not secretly adore him?

How different might our lives have been...

Had Ross not returned from the war?

Had he never gone away in the first place?

Goodbye, my dear. God bless you.

Francis?

- No.
- Hey.

You'll come home again?

I promise.

Ross!

You spoil him.

How else could I persuade him
to come to Bodmin with me?

Indeed he wonders why
either of us must go at all.

You tell him it is because
tonight is election night

and, as Unwin's intended, you
are expected to be at his side.

Horace and I will spend an
agreeable evening in our lodgings

- eating jellies. - Caroline! - What?

You'd prefer I caught a cold
in some draughty assembly rooms

watching dreary men voting?

I may venture out later
if Horace can spare me.

Bodmin, Horace, I bet nothing
of moment ever happens there.

Your room, sir.

- Beg pardon, sir, be you a
surgeon or suchlike? - I am.

There's someone took
mortal sick at Priory House.

I'll go at once.

Verity!

- I've saved you a place, my dear.
- Oh, thank you.

You did tell Ross you're coming?

Of course not.

Jeffrey Clymer, King's Counsel.

I'm here to see if we can
wriggle you off the hook.

Theft. Inciting a riot.

Attacking a customs officer.

Impressive.

- I'm a physician, ma'am. May
I be of service? - I hope so.

My darling little Horace has had two
fits and now he's barely breathing.

Will you attend on him, please?

Your dog?

Your footman made a mistake.

It would be a farrier you sent him for.

It is not my custom to employ
a horse doctor for Horace.

I want the best advice and
I'm willing to pay for it.

What is your fee?

But perhaps you do not know
your trade well enough?

Perhaps you should leave.
We'll call someone else.

That was what I was about to suggest.

Wait.

Have you never had a dog of your own?

Yes.

Would you let him die
on a point of formality?

- How old is he?
- 12 months.

Fits are not uncommon at that age.

An aunt of mine had a spaniel.

His pulse is steady and
there's no sign of fever.

Nevertheless I'd advise a
lowering system of treatment.

No more sweetmeats. Plenty
of running and jumping.

Dogs do not need to be carried.

Have a druggist make up this
paregoric of black cherry water

and Theban opium.

Thank you.

You were saying?

About your aunt's spaniel?

Oh, yes, he used to have fits
when she played the spinet.

One hesitates to say whether
he was musical or the reverse.

What is your name?

Following to your arrest,

your statement to the examining
magistrate was unhelpful.

I answered truthfully. Is
that not what the law requires?

A common misconception is that
truth is the same as innocence.

It is not.

My job is to position the truth

so that you don't pay
for it with your life.

I see.

So now we're politicians,

positioning the facts
to suit our own ends?

And the people on the beach that day?

Shall we pretend that
they were not desperate?

Should we explain that starvation
and poverty are also relative?

Let me be clear?

Anything other than absolute
contrition would be sheer folly.

So my task is to grovel?

Play the game by bending the rules?

Excellent(!)

Thank you.

Oh, this town is a-boiling.

I'd forgot it was election week.

Yes, I lately met one of the candidates.

A friend of our neighbour, Penvenen.

Indeed, later I must go out on an errand.

- With the streets full of drunkards?
- 'Tis for Ross I must do it.

- When are the votes to be counted?
- Not until this evening, sir.

Have you seen this?

It's being an assassination
of Ross Poldark's character.

How unfortunate.

- Not a single room?
- I am sorry sir, we're full.

- In the entire inn?
- I am afraid not, sir.

Enys! Are you here for the trial?

- I am indeed. - And you? - Er,
yes, I thought I'd look in.

Look, erm, do you know where I
can find a room for the night?

This place is full and the
town is fermenting with people.

You may be unlucky.

I trust your sister had the
foresight to reserve her room

at The Crown.

- Verity's here?
- I saw her go in just now with Demelza.

Is your wife with you?

Um, Elizabeth prefers
to remain at Trenwith.

If, erm, you should be without
a place to sleep tonight,

I'm at the London Inn, beside the church.

You may be held to that.

Terrible.

A man of his standing

and that young wife of his.

Francis, are you joining us?

Will I not be interrupting
your council of war?

Against whom?

My cousin? As declared in
your recent literary effort?

Excuse me.

'Tis a piece of fiction
entirely worthy of you!

Tell me,

what could induce you to
throw your weight behind Ross

instead of against him?

The very same question your wife asked me.

Naturally I could not now consider it.

Ross has offered me
insolence once too often.

In that case, may I offer you some advice?

By all means.

You may flaunt your guineas on
lavish garments and fancy carriages.

You may purchase a coat of arms

and deck out your
servants in gaudy livery.

You may even buy your way
into every club, mine

and drawing room in the county.

But what you will never buy

is nobility

or breeding

or even common decency!

Are you quite sure you don't
wish to apologise, Francis,

given the nature of our association?

You own me. I acknowledge that.

My indebtedness to you has long
muddied the waters between us

so I trust that any
confusion about my feelings

is now entirely cleared up?

I'll visit you in jail with
a list of the witnesses

who are to appear against you.

And those for me?

A shorter list.

Friends' and workers'
testimony, presumed biased,

will easily be dismissed.

Meanwhile, I advise you to
reconsider your attitude.

It's no detriment to me if
you choose to run your neck

into a noose.

But I suspect it might be to yours.

Mr Warleggan!

I see that Unwin speaks the truth.
He cannot stir an inch without you.

He says the same of you.

Of course! We're both indispensable
to his ascent in the world.

- I, as a hunting trophy...
- Caroline... - and you as...

How to describe you?

Benefactor? Sponsor?

Paymaster?

I'm most certainly lending
my support to his campaign.

Shall we go out and wave to the crowd?

And I am lending mine to his arm.

I wonder which of us
stands to gain the most?

Are you sure Ross meant
you to go out alone?

You're a lady after all.

I was brought up a miner's daughter.

An' there's naught that
a few drunkards could do

that I couldn't give 'em back!

I am the voice, crying in the wilderness.

Make you ready the ways of the Lord
for the Kingdom of God is at hand!

Judas! Father?

So, now he be cast into the pit, daughter?

Thy child is buried.
Thy 'usband's to 'ang.

- See now the wages of sin!
- I know of no sin.

Turn again now, daughter.

Come 'ome an' live a pure life.

Thank you, Father.

I appreciate the offer but I
hope 'twill not be needed.

Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord,
for the day of calamity is at hand!

What have you forgot, Demelza?

- Oh.
- Have you brandy or rum?

There's port.

Demelza's tipple.

Well, Sister...

.. how does it feel to be
married to a drunken brute?

- Francis, I hope...
- What, that I'd come to make peace?

With my sister, perhaps, but
not with the Mistress Blamey.

We're happy, Francis.

And I hope the day will come
when you'll be glad for me

and allow me home to Trenwith.

As soon as you like.

As soon as you like...

without him.

Oh, do I disappoint you? Well,
I disappoint most people.

Father, Elizabeth, myself!

Why is it I amount to precisely nothing...

.. whereas Ross, Ross is
considered such a threat

that men will spend a fortune
in order to get him hanged?

- And yet I envy him.
- You cannot.

If I were going to meet my judges, I
would give them a piece of my mind!

Francis Poldark, Esquire, of Trenwith!

It wouldn't be the first time today.

I met a man handing out
pamphlets defaming Ross

in the grossest manner and
I happen to know the author

so I went and paid him a visit.

And left him in no doubt as to my opinion.

George.

Was that wise when he owns
the very roof over your head?

Oh, no doubt he's planning
this moment how to punish me.

But he may be defrauded.

Do not lose heart, Francis.

Tomorrow's a new day.

A new day.

And it may never come.

I wonder if I shouldn't go to Bodmin?

To what purpose?

To be with Francis.

And his cousin?

Ross has Demelza.

Hmm.

Be advised, sir.

The woman approaching is a harlot
and must on no account be admitted.

Excuse me, sirs.

Entry to the assembly
rooms is for voters only.

I've come to see Mr Penvenen.
He did particularly ask for me.

I bet he did. You can't come in.

I beg you to let me through.

'Tis all the reason I've come to Bodmin.

My husband's life depends on it!

Move along now.

Move along now!

Are you sure Dr Enys was agreeable
to ye sharin' his chamber?

'Tis a small chamber,
sir, and but a single bed.

I shall not be needing a bed.

Oh, my dear, I was so worried.
The crowds in the square.

What is it? Did all go well?

Not exactly.

I'm in no mood for visitors.

Sounds ominous.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

I was writing to my wife.

I've not come to fight,
Ross, but to confess.

Confess myself disarmed.

Impressed.

Of course you might have guessed
Elizabeth would ask me to intervene,

but would you guess that Francis did, too?

That Ray Penvenen tried
to fight your corner?

Alfred Barbery? Lord Devoran?

How do you inspire such loyalty?

It impresses me.

I see its value.

I could use it.

I could do what they ask me to do
-- remove the hostile witnesses,

drop a word in the ear of the prosecution.

I could even take the stand and
give you a character reference.

How would that sway the jury?

The very man, whose cousin perished?

What do you say, Ross?

Will you meet me halfway?

Will you take the hand of friendship?

Forgive me.

Are you truly so deluded?

Do you think I would ever shake your hand?

No.

No, not for a single moment,

but when you go to the gallows

I'll be able to say, hand
on heart, to Elizabeth,

I offered Ross Poldark my
help and he turned me down.

So thank you

for being every bit as
predictable as I hoped you'd be.

And thank you...

.. for reminding me what
can and can not be bought.

My dear, where are you going?

I have one last thing I must try.