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Ah, he's out of your range, men.

We can take the other one if we're quick.

Follow me.

Ross!

Quickly! Quickly! Boots!

Get them off me.

McNeil. He's coming here. l know it.

McNeil? Did Mark get away or was he caught?

l don't know. McNeil was clever.

l knew it. l knew he didn't believe me.

- He was waiting on the beach. - Oh, God!

He'll be here in a minute. Tell him... Say l'm in bed.

- Oh, Ross. Did he see you? - l'm not sure.

- If he did... - We shall soon know.

You said he was coming. He must have some proof it were you.

Pay heed, Demelza. A great deal depends on how we act.

lf l'm arrested, that's one thing.

But if all he does is ask questions, he has no evidence.

Jinny!

Courage!

Ross, suppose he suspects.

You can spin as pretty a yarn as anyone.

Captain McNeil is about to beat down our door again.

- Did Mark get away? - l don't know.

Throw these in the darkest closet.

l haven't left all night. l retired to bed an hour ago.

You had a nasty headache. l do recall you saying so.

Hide the boots and take a minute to open the door.

- Right. - But Ross! l be fully dressed!

Here. You're improving your mind.

- Sir? - l must see your master.

- He be in bed, sir. - Sorry. l must speak to him.

Go through, sir, and l'll see if he be awake.

Why, Captain McNeil.

l regret the intrusion at this late hour.

- Nothing wrong, l hope. - Well, ma'am, that's not up to me to say.

l'd be obliged if l could speak to your husband.

Ross? Oh, he went to bed an hour since.

- He complained of a headache. - Oh, did he, now?

He did indeed.

He went to bed before ten.

l'm sorry to hear he's not well.

- But l'd still like a word. - Demelza, what's the commotion?

Oh, McNeil. What brings you back?

- My apologies, Captain Poldark. - No matter.

- What do you want? - Just a matter of Mark Daniel.

Oh, yes? Any news of him?

l think he stole a boat tonight and rowed out to sea.

- Did you not catch him? - No.

But we shall. Make no mistake.

As you have often said, Captain, you have your duty.

- Indeed l have. - Forgive me. l have a sore head.

ls there something we can do for you, Captain?

- Do you have a rowboat? - l have.

- Beached in Nampara Cove? - Yes.

You'll not find it there tomorrow, Captain Poldark.

Are you saying Daniel used my boat to escape tonight?

He left from the cove. There's no other boat moored there.

- Blast the man! - Oh!

Captain, can you think of any man who would risk his neck

- to help Daniel escape? - Risk his neck?

Aye. It is a hanging offence to help murderers evade the law.

No!

Oh, indeed it is, ma'am.

Well, then it was a brave act of someone to help Mark away.

But l did not say anyone did.

l just asked your husband if there was any man who might.

l appreciate your need to resolve this matter...

Do you, Captain Poldark?

Are you implying l helped Daniel tonight?

lf you are, then out with it. Make a charge.

lf you are not then l bid you good night.

You'll inform me if your boat has been taken?

Of course.

Captain, will you allow me to offer you a word of advice?

What is it?

Be careful of the law.

lt's a twisty, cranky old thing.

You may flout it a dozen times,

but once it has you in its grip, you'll find it never lets go.

- Good night, ma'am. - Good night, Captain.

- Jinny, the Captain is leaving. - Very good, sir.

Good night, McNeil.

Oh, Ross. He knows, he does.

But he has no evidence.

Not yet but he's a clever man. And he spoke of hanging.

Your debts amount to f3,400.

- What have l left to sell? - Huh?

- What's left to sell? - Only your shares in Wheal Leisure.

What will they make?

The market's doing well. Pascoe could tell you.

Leave him out of this. An estimate?

Eh? Oh, well, erm...

f2,500, perhaps f3,OOO.

But they're doing well, my boy.

You'd be unwise to get rid of 'em now.

Everything else l own is fully mortgaged.

Have you no friends who could advance you?

You've built up a deal of goodwill.

Not for the kind of money l need.

Besides, l never borrow from friends.

Good day, Ross.

ls she yours?

Yes. The Queen Charlotte.

Bound for Jamaica in the new year.

My cousin Sanson feels the West Indies might benefit from his experience.

He's arranging for a cabin on her now.

He is arranging it? Or the family?

l hear your shares in Wheal Leisure are for sale.

Perhaps.

Perhaps l can help you to make up your mind.

l'm offering 13 pounds, 15 shillings each for them.

l think you'll agree that's an extremely good price.

lt is.

You have indeed helped me make up my mind.

- Splendid. - My answer is the same

as when your father tried to buy the mine.

The shares are not for sale.

The offer nevertheless remains open.///

- Put your glasses there. - l'll show you out.

- Come along. Thank you. - Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, all! - Merry Christmas.

Wrap up warm. It's cold out.

You're too lenient. l'll teach you how to deal with them.

Christmas be all the worse without songs to give it cheer.

l don't understand why. Never understood singing.

lf l want to say anything l say it, l don't warble like a chicken.

- How much did you give them? - Same as last year.

Last year we could afford it.

- Sir Hugh? - My dear.

- Do you invest in copper? - l believe l do.

l leave all that to bankers. l haven't got a head for figures.

Be it not true the price of copper has gone up this year?

- So they tell me. - So you've had a good year.

- That's logical, all right. - Good.

For l should like to ask thee for a loan of f3,400.

ls this a party game? A riddle?

No, Ross. l be asking someone with a great deal of money

to lend to someone who's lost his.

- Will you lend it to us? - That is enough!

- l should like to... - There, Ross.

But the estate's been damnably expensive this year.

New fences, all sorts of problems.

My wife has a bizarre sense of humour.

- Time we left. - You'd better fetch the horses.

- l'll bring them round. - Leave it to Connie.

She has a way with them.

- The Warleggans own you, too. - Jinny!

Ross tried to do something for Cornwall but was made to fail.

Now we have nothing but debts.

The compliments of the season to you, my dear.

ln gentle society people may not be bothered by such matters.

l was brought up in the gutter

- but we didn't let folk starve. - Wouldn't know about that.

Never been in the gutter, my dear.

Show Sir Hugh and Lady Bodrugan to the stable, Jinny.

- Good night, Ross. - Good night.

Happy Christmas.

- Well might you weep. - The tears are for you.

l will not borrow from friends!

l hope you don't follow Francis and try to drink yourself out of ruin.

Francis. Yes.

He's behind all this.

Why in God's name does he hate us so?

Because his wife has never stopped loving you.//

- Father? - What is it?

Why hasn't Aunt Verity come to see us?

After all, it's Christmas Day.

Don't worry your father, dear.

- The boy should know. - Let us enjoy our dinner.

You Aunt Verity will not be coming this Christmas or any other.

Your aunt has disgraced our family.

She has rejected the affections of her nearest relations

to marry a drunken murderer.

- You are talking to a child! - l know l am!

The fact that he is a child has no relevance. The boy must know.

l have a duty to prepare my son for the brutalities of life.

- Geoffrey, go and play. - Stay where you are!

l am speaking!

Your aunt is an ungrateful, selfish woman

who is deliberately causing me pain and humiliation...

- You'll frighten him! - ..my cousin and his slattern wife.

They have conspired against me.

They seek my disgrace. l tell you, sir, they will not succeed.

They speak every kind of slander.

They say that l betrayed them, that l sold my soul to Warleggan.

That l...l am a disgrace to Cornwall!

You would not believe the lies and insults l've had to endure.

Francis.

Francis!

Mrs Tabb! Mrs Tabb!///

Happy Christmas.

No sense in brooding on Christmas Day.

lndeed, no.

One year up, one year down.

l reckon that makes us Iuckier than most.

When l came back to Nampara, the house had half a roof

and the rats had eaten through the furniture.

And l was a clutch of rags stealing at Redruth market.

- Aye. l cleaned you both up, didn't l? - Do you regret it, Ross?

Not a bit.//

Why do women ask if men regret knowing them? So pessimistic.

They want reassurance.

Ross do always find a way of not answering a question.

- That's true. - Well, do you?

Only when you ask hugely stupid questions.

- Ross, l'm serious! - l'll leave if there's to be a quarrel.

No, you can bear witness to the way my wife mistreats me.

There's a Mrs Tabb outside come from Trenwith.

- What does she want? - She be looking for you.

- Says 'tis urgent. - Show her in, Jinny.

Someone ill?

When l am sought out that is usually the reason why.

Not Geoffrey Charles, l hope.

- Pardon, sir. Ma'am. - What is it, Mrs Tabb?

'Tis the doctor that's needed.

- Up at Trenwith. - What's the trouble, Mrs Tabb?

Oh, sir. We've been looking all over for you.

- 'Tis Master Francis. - What's the matter with him?

l think just what Geoffrey Charles had last summer, sir,

coughing and choking and the like.

- Oh, sir, he be in a mortal bad way. - Oh, Ross!

l've treated a dozen such cases this month.

Very well, Mrs Tabb. l shall ride back with you.

Aye, sir.

Thank you for your Christmas hospitality, Ross.

- l'm sorry it must end. - Dwight, l shall come with you.

- No, you shall not. - Ross, please!

- Nothing you can do. - There is a lot l can do.

l forbid you to go.

Our differences with Francis are business. This be family.

They've never acknowledged you as a member of the family.

- Francis might die. - Who says he will die?

A great number have already.

- Is it better that he should, Ross? - Elizabeth is with him.

Verity was there when the boy fell ill.

Now there is no one but Elizabeth.

lt's not enough, Ross. l shall go.

l'd rather you said it was all right but l shall go anyway.

Very well.

Oh, Doctor, thank heaven. l...

What are you doing here?

l thought you might need some help.

- Where is Mr Francis? - He's upstairs.

Doctor, he can scarcely breathe.

ls it what Geoffrey suffered?

Yes.

Your husband is gravely ill.

But with good nursing and good fortune

there is no reason why he should not recover.

- Do you hear me? - Yes. Yes, l hear you.

There should be someone with him day and night.

When he suffers a coughing fit

it is imperative to place this into his throat.

One of you may need to hold his mouth open

while the other applies the liniment.

lt is the only way.

The treatment is new but it has proved beneficial.

We'll take it in turns to sit.

Yes, l shall sit first.

l'll call you when l need you.

There.

- Is it in his throat? - l think so.

He is sleeping.

Thank you for coming. l could not have managed on my own.

- How is Ross? - He is well.

l'm sorry to hear about his business affairs, l truly am.

We'll come through it all right.

- l'm sure you will. - 'Tain't in Ross to give up.

l think he's only content when we're struggling.

Demelza...what has come between Ross and Francis?

Oh, you know how cousins fall out.

- Ain't nothing to fret on. - There's more to it than that.

l think it be men and their pride.

l haven't met one who could own up to being wrong or say sorry.

l've heard rumours. Francis is drawn in upon himself but will not tell me why!

When l ask people like George Warleggan, they turn away.

What has happened?

A matter of business has made them enemies.

Please, Demelza, if you know, l beg you, tell me.

l don't know, Elizabeth.

Ross don't speak to me on business matters.

l never thought we two would sit and talk like this.

You had no cause to like me. l know that right enough.

l didn't expect no less from you.

lf we'd switched places, 'twould have been the same.

No, it would not.

l would not have come to your aid had Ross been taken ill.

- There's the difference. - But l know how l spoilt things for you.

For you and Ross, that is.

lt was my fault we did not marry, not yours.

What do you mean?

Ross wanted us to wed the day he returned from America.

We were engaged before he went off to the war

and we would be married when he came back.

But it was l who was reluctant.

We had heard Ross was dead. By the time we learned our mistake,

l had fallen in love with Francis.

Or thought that l had.

And when a second chance occurred,

well...it was no chance at all.

To have left Francis and gone to Ross...

lt would never have been successful.

We can't live contented lives at odds with the laws of society.

But you loved Ross!

Yes.

How could you bear to marry someone else?

That is a question l've debated at considerable leisure ever since.

There are some people who attack life.

And there are others who defend themselves from it.

l am of the latter. l was taught to be cautious, prudent.

Ross was none of these. Francis, on the other hand, was.

So finally l chose to marry someone

who was unlikely to cause any disruption to my life, any...

heartache.

lt didn't take me long to comprehend how mistaken l was.

You have a nice house. A lovely son.

And Francis do need you.

Yet l envy you, Demelza.

l have no more than you.

You can count your assets.

l was brought up to expect them.

The only times l've ever given any conscious thought to...

comfort or love are when l am deprived of them.

lt can be a great advantage to start with nothing.

l hope we can agree to forget the past.

l want to very much.///

- What can he expect from his holdings? - l'd say no more than f3,OOO.

Your debts to the bank amount to f3,40O

and l understand you wish to settle Mr Blewitt's account.

- l'll find the rest. - Might l ask how? And when?

The sale of the shares will realise most of the money owing.

Surely l can expect a few weeks' grace on the rest.

Grace? You? Ask for favours?

- Only that which is customary. - Now, let's remain calm.

You want our business and social relationships to be clearly distinguished.

Very well, then. As your banker, l cannot permit you to sell your shares

in a commodity that is rising in value.

Not when you still have outstanding moneys to repay.

Therefore l must insist, Mr Pearce,

that your client sell only half his shares, is that understood?

- Only half. - l can sell as much as l choose.

No, no, my boy. That's not true.

Mr Pascoe can demand that you retain a negotiable asset

as long as you remain in debt to him.

You conniving pair.

A banker cannot afford to be sentimental.

Please, spare me your homilies.

- Sell half. - Good.

Good. Now, having verified that my interests are protected,

- l wish you a good afternoon. - Good day, Pascoe.

Goodbye. And thank you.

Give my regards to your pretty wife, Captain.

l will.

- When l next see her. - Still at Trenwith, is she?

You're more forgiving than your father was.

He'd not have let your mother go if Charles had done what Francis has.

- l don't know about that. - No?

Oh, well. Anyway.

- Let me give you some good tidings. - Overdue. What are they?

We've already received an offer. A very good one.

Even selling only half will realise more than f1 ,500.

- That is worth hearing. - l'd not expected a response so quickly.

- Put it in hand at once. - Very well.

What is the bid? The offer?

Oh, 13 pounds, 15 shillings each.

Thirteen fifteen?

l've heard that figure before.

lt sounds extravagant even in today's market.

- What's the bidder's name? - It was a man named Cook.

- It was a man named Warleggan. - No, Cook.

George Warleggan is behind it. It's his money.

- No, he shall not have them. - Oh, dear, dear me.

lt may take weeks to find a similar offer.

- Perhaps not at all. - So be it.

Well, my boy, l'm at a loss to know what to suggest.

l want a loan of f1 ,OOO without security.

- Huh? - You heard me.

Without security? Do you know what interest you'd pay?

- l know. - 40 at the least.

- Can you arrange it? - l could manage something

but consider for a moment what you're getting into.

At least Blewitt won't go to prison.

As for the rest...

Damn it, Pascoe will just have to wait.

She's hardly slept in three days.

- How's Francis? - He'll live.

Come, my love. We must get you to bed.

Julia's crying.

Oh, Ross. 'Tis her teeth.

They're giving her amul pain. There, there, my love.

- There, there. - There's nothing you can do?

No. Aah.

lt'll soon be over, my love. It'll soon be over.

Storm brews outside but it's hot in here.

- Oh. - You're on fire!

lt's so hot. Poor Julia. She can't sleep.

Oh, Ross. Oh, Ross...

They both have it.

- Badly? - Demelza is more advanced.

- The child is in the early stages. - And the crisis?

Perhaps in a day, maybe less.

l have left instructions and the liniment with Jinny.

Francis recovered. So did his son.

l'll call again tomorrow.

Sir.

Demelza is safe now. The danger has passed.

There is nothing more to be done tonight.

l'm finished.

No.

- No, you're not. - Aye.

There's a limit for any man.

And l have reached mine.

lf it's any consolation to you,

l also have known this road.

l have known utter despair.

l am still trying to find a way to live with that.

But l do know one thing.

Giving up doesn't solve anything.

Good night.

We can't hold her! We're heading for the shore!

- We have to abandon her. - Don't leave me!

- Let go, you fool. - Save me, for God's mercy.

- Come on. - No, l can't!

- Come on! - l'll report this to my uncle.

Jud! Jud! Shipwreck!

Jud!

What be all the bloody hollerin' out there?

- What is it? - Shipwreck! Quick!

- Get help. - Wreck, eh?

Nampara Cove. Rouse the village.

Shipwreck, eh?

That'll mean pickings for all, eh?

Aye. Pickings for all.

Now, raise the alarm or lives shall be lost.

Shipwreck!

Shipwreck! Nampara Cove!

Rouse yourselves!

Shipwre-e-eck!

There she be!

- What is she? - Brigantine, looks like.

Come on, lads.

Look for the crew!

ls anybody here?

Brandy!

Heave it up, lads!

Hey, there. Grab that up.

Stand off, damn you!

Have him, lads!

Stop fighting!

Help the crew!

There are men drowning! Will you stop fighting?

Stop fighting each other!

Leave it! Put that down!

That's my cargo!

lt's mine now.

You'll hang for this.

- Are you all right? - Yes. Help them.

Come with me. Just leave everything.

- On the beach. - Who are you, sir?

lf you don't want a broken skull, follow me.//

- Get down after them. - McNeil!

McNeil, don't!

- l have my duty. - They're fighting drunk.

- There are too many of them. - l have no choice.

Soldiers!

My cargo!

There's nothing more l can do. Come.

No, thank you. We are obliged to you, sir.

You're master of the Queen Charlotte?

Aye. You know her?

The owners and l are acquainted.

We were heading for the West Indies.

Taking a Mr Sanson, cousin to the Warleggans.

Transporting him, l'd say. Pardon if he was your friend.

He was a friend to very few and now to none at all

- save perhaps almighty God. - He's dead?

l'll not sleep till l know of my crew.

Jinny will show you to your quarters.

Thank you again, sir.

Ross...

Oh, Ross.

What are we to do?

- Do? - It was me.

My dear?

l killed her.

- It was the sickness. - l brought it.

- No. - Why didn't it take me?

There's nothing left in living.

There's us.

Julia was the only reason for us marrying.

Now she's gone...

the only reason for you taking me has gone, too.

lf not for Julia, it would have been Elizabeth living here.

That was two years ago.

- It's still the same. - How can it be?

For two years we have shared good times and bad.

That's what binds people together, Demelza.

You and l. We are bound.

Like this.

And that is how we shall stay.

Bound, aye, but not loving.

You're kind, considerate, good and true.

But you do feel no love for me, you love Elizabeth.

That's not true. God knows, Demelza.

When we married l was in love with Elizabeth

but that ended a long time ago.

What l feel for you now,

what l have felt increasingly over the last two years,

if that is not love, l don't know what love is.

Oh, Ross.

lf l have not told you,

shown it in our life together, forgive me.

You are my strength, Demelza,

and l need you, now more than ever.

You must not let me down.

l love you

and l need your love

or l'm lost.

My dearest wife.

Such a little coffin.

- Wind's from the north. - It's like a toy.

They say the storm caused havoc all down the coast.

Six men down with the Charlotte, several others lost.

- It's so quiet in this house. - Winter's scarce begun.

Perhaps 'tis better we do sell Nampara.

l do care no more.

You must find something to fight for, Demelza.

For what reason? Fight for what?

l've already lost Julia and l'm about to lose everything else any minute.

That's the nature of things.

Aye.

Beg pardon, sir.

What is it, Jinny?

Cap'n Poldark. Ma'am.

McNeil.

lt pains me to intrude upon your grief.

But l have no choice.

What are you saying, man?

You once said we all have duties that give us no pleasure to perform.

- Aye. - Well, l have one now but l'll do it.

What do you want?

Captain Poldark, l arrest you in the name of the King.

- What? - Arrest me? On what charge?

On the night of January 3rd last at Nampara Cove,

you did incite the populace to riot

and took part in the looting of a seagoing vessel, the Queen Charlotte.

l warned you, Poldark.

- l warned you! - This is madness.

That's not true! He's innocent of what you say.

- You'll come with me, Captain? - Tell him, Ross! Tell him!

You saved the sailors, you didn't rob the ship.

l have my orders, ma'am. l cannot ignore them,

however much l might wish l could.

Oh, Ross.

Ma'am.

No. It'll be all right.

Ross! Ross!

Ross! Ross!

Ross...