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That man! He has stirred up the mob, he has set them on a rampage!

Well, what did you expect, when you closed a working mine?

Have a care. You may be taken at your word.

This is not London. Do you suppose there are spies here?

Dear God, the twisted quirk of fate that gives the girl I love

-to the man I loathe. -George?

If that is what you desire.

I do not believe I will feel desire ever again.

Is it really so terrible? The thought of a child?

No. But the loss is.

Can a mother truly forget a son she birthed?

I am your mistress no longer, Tess.

Pack your things and go.

I think the time has come to return Ned to Honduras.

I think 'tis for the best.

We've served our penance for embarrassing the crown

and the Prime Minister has signalled his support.

With any luck, those who conspired against him have now lost interest

and, besides,

the longer he remains in Cornwall, the more restless he becomes.

In truth, he has made himself almost as unpopular

with the powers that be here as he did in London.

He has been that unruly these last few months.

'Tis the best for Kitty too.

Indeed.

I promise he will depart with the New year.

Doubtless you'll be reporting him to Wickham?

At the earliest opportunity!

Then let's hope 'twill pass without consequence.

Yes.

And it's Cornwall,

and it's Christmas

and folk have better things to think about.

Here's to our imminent return to London!

-To London. -London.

And Honduras.

# Boar's head in hand bear I,

# Bedecked with bay and rosemary

# Caput apri defero,

# Reddens laudes domino

# Caput apri defero... #

Bye!

-Bye, Papa! -Goodbye, Papa!

Why do you not go to London, Mama?

If I did, who would see to Cornwall?

And us!

Especially you!

I wonder if we'll ever see Cornwall again.

I sincerely hope not.

He means, with any luck, we should soon be bound for the West Indies.

If Ross is set on escorting Ned to London,

I must be there to keep watch.

Of course, Ross would not suspect me.

I am a vacuous creature,

my inability to survive without London fashions is well known.

Well, I have no such excuse,

and he will know I come to London with one purpose only.

Walk on.

I'm sure Kitty will appreciate the gesture.

More scholars than ever!

Plenty's open, Grace a-thriving.

You know 'tis maybe time to start asking folk

for a share of their earnings,

help build our school?

Reckon so.

I?

Folk heed Preacher Carne.

When he's about God's work.

Is this not God's work?

'Tis good work, but not holy work.

Besides, the connection teaches that all men be equal.

How then can I declare myself the leader?

But someone must take the lead.

And not every man have the wisdom and the selflessness

to take authority.

But you do.

Our business empire is built in the colonies,

so these uprisings threaten its very existence.

The government must continue to support the slave trade.

And I'm sure Sir George will prove most able in our cause.

No, if you'd secured his signature on that contract!

It's time I met him.

Yes, yes, of course.

Of course.

Sir, I believe the Prime Minister and I are of one mind -

predisposed to justice, equality, liberty.

Let me, in his name, return to Honduras

and rid it of the corrupt influences which have flourished in my absence.

I need hardly say that I seek not authority for its own sake,

but for the good I can do managing any rebellion in the service

of the Crown.

And the Prime Minister would thank you for such service, and might

indeed endorse your reinstatement, were it not for one thing.

It's no longer in his gift.

Because?

He's no longer Prime Minister.

What?

In protest at His Majesty's refusal to endorse Catholic emancipation,

he has this very day resigned.

This way, my dear.

I have a matter of some delicacy to communicate.

A little port?

Will I need it?

The fact is a surprising -

some would say disquieting - situation has arisen.

Gold being in ever-decreasing supply,

the Cornish Bank has been obliged to issue paper instead of coin.

Paper?

I don't rightly understand.

The paper is in effect a promise to pay the bearer the same value

as writ upon the note, so it is in effect worth the same as hard coin.

This watermark here guarantees its value and authenticity.

Well, will folk believe it?

There may be some initial suspicion.

I should add, we're not the only bank to take this decision.

Even Warleggan's...

Oh, and there was I about to trot off to George and ask him

to hand over hard guineas!

I'm afraid, while the war continues, no-one has gold to be giving away.

My sweet boy!

Now the Prime Minister has resigned,

who will be Pitt's successor?

Addington.

A friend of his, but cut from a very different cloth.

Should we petition him?

At once.

Before he becomes distracted by grovelling to Napoleon.

Dwight, Caroline, you're in London!

How did we not know this?

My fault entirely.

Necklines are lower, waistlines are higher,

and my gowns are out of fashion, so there was no remedy but to make

for London without delay.

So Pitt's resigned.

Yes, it's a bitter blow for Ned,

but I'll pursue his cause with Addington.

Is that wise?

Rumours of George's injury are everywhere.

In Cornwall he took every opportunity to parade his arm,

and to complain how Ned "broke into his house and threw him downstairs."

We both know he did not.

Do we know that?

Ned assured us.

Surely, you can see that continuing to champion a man who assaulted

a Member of Parliament could severely compromise you?

Yes, I can see that.

And it's a chance I'm willing to take.

Ross...

Would you like a pamphlet, sir?

Uprising in Haiti as well?

Damn plaguey revolution!

Now every slave on Earth will want their liberty!

And they may get it too, thanks to meddling idiots like Wilberforce.

And Despard.

Ah!

Not while there are those in the House ready to muster

a stiff rebuff.

News of the uprising, sir?

Influence?

Yes, sir, with the new Prime Minister, Addington,

and - as magistrate who presided over Colonel Despard's hearing -

might you help persuade the Prime Minister to return Ned

to his post as governor?

Such things do happen.

However, you may overestimate my power of influence.

Let me see what can be done.

But, erm...

..I recommend you have an alternative plan,

just in case.

Thank you, sir.

So I'm trapped here while slavery flourishes,

and in my own country, Catholics remain equally oppressed.

The King's stubbornness beggars belief.

And my family are Protestant landowners,

but why should that allow them to vote, hold public office,

own property, when their Catholic neighbours may not?

He should take to the stage.

He certainly knows how to hold an audience.

Will you not intervene?

These opinions, which he takes no pains to disguise...

Are sincere!

Why should he not speak them?

Without these rights, they're no better than slaves.

And slavery is an abomination.

Colonel Despard...

We happen to agree with him but others do not,

and to be seen in public to be openly critical of King

-and country... -I agree - sometimes, his passion get the better of him.

-Ned? -Is that not unjust... -Ned!

Have a care.

It takes little to be called a revolutionary these days.

We must make our voices heard - and I've little to lose,

so what harm can it do to say what everyone else is thinking?

The King is mad!

Gentlemen, may I present my esteemed partner in

the Mosquito Shore Mahogany Company, Mr Joseph Merceron?

And soon to be your esteemed partner, gentlemen.

I believe you know Ross Poldark.

Thank you.

Here we are.

What in the 'obs of 'ell do you call this?

As we did fear, they'll 'ave none of it.

It isn't real money, they say.

Says who?

Tess Tregidden?

And who's to gainsay 'er?

This isn't your fight, Tess.

This is betwix' the mine and its workers.

Its workers, who must now make do with worthless paper,

instead o' hard coin?

The worth is the same!

-If you read what's writ thereon... -I can't read.

Then perhaps you should learn.

What I know is, if twas me,

I'd not lift another pick or shovel till I'd real money in my 'and.

They truly believe it isn't real?

Oh, 'tis real enough!

In Truro, all the banks be giving them out.

So why did thee pretend to Mistress Poldark?

Why should I make life easy for 'er?

But I could make it harder.

An' better for we.

Hm?

How hard can it be to make like notes?

Do we not know a man with the needful skillage?

Mr Trencrom.

Do he not have a man who can forge documents?

Knows we'd makes it worth his while.

Then let's make it worth 'is while!

Well, they've not downed tools yet but they'll take some convincing

about the value of their notes.

Ah, especially with Missy Tregidden spewing poison in their ears!

I dearly wish Ross were here to advise me.

Beg your pardon,

but I believe you underestimate yourself.

Do I?

If there's a more capable woman in these parts,

I've yet to meet her.

I arrived in London last night and thought I would call to see

how your recovery goes.

As you see.

No thanks to the madman who pitched me down my own stairs!

Ah, no, I was actually referring to your other indisposition...

Fully recovered.

A lucky consequence of the fall, no doubt.

I'm presenting a paper to the Royal College of Surgeons -

without naming Sir George, of course -

detailing the various treatments which enabled his recovery.

Should this paper,

indeed any further mention of the subject, ever occur,

I will cheerfully sue you and your charming wife for every

penny you possess.

Good day.

These recent slave uprisings in the West Indies must be a concern

to all of us at home,

and surely requires our attention.

It is intolerable that human beings should be sold into slavery.

Yet it still continues, to the detriment of humanity...

Order, order!

Therefore it is the responsibility of everyone of us in this House

today to table a motion to discuss slavery, its long overdue abolition,

and show some compassion for these slaves!

Who is Jonas Pettigrew?

He is the new assistant overseer on the North Plantation.

Clearly unsuited for the task, given his squeamishness.

"Sir, your enterprise here is no less than a grove of death.

"I counted 57 souls in the most pitiable state, begging for water in

"their death throes and being denied it in order to hasten their demise."

And?

Precisely.

Get rid of him.

Jesus tells us 'tis easier for a camel to pass through the eye of

a needle than 'tis for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.

Here we be not rich in worldly goods,

but how if we were rich in knowledge?

Would that not greatly serve us?

And would it not be worth laying out a little of our earnings to gain it?

We could build our school, pay for teachers, books...

And in return, our children would have the means to rise,

and claim parity with their richer fellows.

My love, I know where you've been.

Do it not torment 'ee, being so near the child,

yet not able to bring 'im home?

It breaks my heart.

But how could I expect it?

To ask you to take in another man's child?

Especially...

..that man.

It would not be his child...

..if he came to us.

Drake...

..forgive me.

For what?

-That I've not been able... -Morwenna.

-..may never be able... -My love. -..to give you a child of our own.

Will 'ee not believe it?

To know that you're my wife is more than enough.

Good day to you, children.

Good day, Mrs Carne.

Shall we proceed to our lessons?

Yes, Mrs Carne.

Drake Carne...to see her Ladyship.

Your Ladyship, I come in all humility to ask,

is it right for a mother to be parted from her son?

I know we can't give him rich food or fine clothes,

but Morwenna would teach him, and he'd have a family

and comfort...

..and love.

Are you suggesting he lacks that here?

Oh, no, not at all.

Only, 'tis surely natural for a child to be with his mother.

This man forced his way onto my property.

-No... -Threatened me with violence... -Wait, it isn't so. No, I never...

..and attacked my servants.

Lock him in the stables and call the constables.

Your Ladyship,

I beg of thee...

Shouldn't have done that, Ladyship.

So, the deeds of partnership.

When can we expect your signature?

A venture based on slavery does seem a risk in the present climate.

All the more reason, then, for you to speak in the Abolition debate.

-Ah. -Unlike some persons, I'm not so enamoured with the sound

of my own voice as to be constantly braying out opinions.

And, yet - forgive me - as a highly influential member of the House,

your eloquence could be put to good use.

They'll take little persuading, and the rewards for us

will be bountiful.

Your intimate knowledge of the mahogany trade gives you a unique

perspective on the necessity for its continuance...

..which it could not do were its workforce liberated.

Gentlemen, you'll excuse me. A matter requiring my attention.

-It should not take long. -Hm.

Sir...

..I have the honour to ask for the hand of your daughter Cecily

in marriage.

Perhaps the time has come for me to make my maiden speech.

Perhaps my recent elevation requires me to be more...

Visible?

So that my views carry more...

Sway.

And our name, in every sense, becomes more...

Prominent.

Valentine shall accompany me.

He will not want to miss such an auspicious occasion.

And, lastly, may I assure you of my undying devotion

to your daughter, which I'm assured she returns in equal measure...

..and hope for your blessing upon our engagement

-and eventual nuptials. -Get out of my house, you idiot.

On the matter of my daughter's hand...

Are we in haste to settle this?

I have received another offer from one whose...undying affection

is apparently matched only by her own.

In that case, perhaps I should withdraw.

Your stepson.

Let us waste no further time in naming a day.

Poor boy.

Leave your stepson to me.

Sir George is keen to move matters forward.

Is that really a priority, Papa?

Would not a long engagement be preferable?

Does one need to wait?

One either means to marry,

or one does not.

Not.

On my honour, I swear I would never steal from a fellow cadet.

I am a gentleman. An officer!

You cannot expel me.

Is that...?

John Conan, aye.

I'm taking him home to his mother.

You stole him away?

Drake, dear God, what are you thinking?

I'm thinking Morwenna and I may never have a child of our own.

And this one already belonged to her.

No, he do not!

Morwenna left him with Lady Whitworth.

Margaret?

Where is my grandson?

My grandson, where is he?

I haven't seen him, ma'am.

Morwenna had no choice but to let him go,

but she has no rights to him that Lady Whitworth could not

contest in court.

-So we'll take him without her consent. -And live where?

Not in Sawle.

You'd have to leave all of us behind, your forge, your home,

and start anew somewhere she could never find you.

Jeremy!

John Conan?

Where are you? John Conan!

Drake?

You have to take him back.

Now, before Lady Whitworth finds him gone.

It might even be too late.

Brother, if you do not, I will.

John Conan!

Where are you, boy? John Conan!

Ma'am?

John Conan is missing.

Search the attics, the stables the cellars.

Well, don't just stand there, gaping like fools -

search the orchards.

John Conan!

Where are you, boy?

John Conan!

Jo...

John Conan! Where have you been?

Come along.

Come along.

It's too cold to stand out here.

I am innocent and I will clear my name.

I will assure your father.

My father?

Are you so naive?

Do you think it's an accident that you were expelled?

What can you mean?

I warned you not to ask for my hand.

I was honour bound.

I am a gentleman.

We have no choice.

We must find a way to drive a wedge between my father and Sir George.

I have evidence from Honduras.

Will you use it in your Abolition debate?

Thank you. It is a great help.

May God be with you.

Thank you, brother.

I can only afford half.

Thank you, sir.

-Thank you, brother. -Keep that all.

-Good luck to you. -Thank you.

I did a thing today for which you'll despise me.

I could never despise you.

I stole John Conan.

What?

I seen how your heart do ache for him,

and I thought to ease that ache I would steal him away.

But...where is he?

Demelza bid me return him.

She told me I'd be caught and punished, and thee along of I,

and that I couldn't bear...

You risked...

..everything.

I know I done a terrible thing.

A monstrous thing.

I-I cannot even begin to tell you how...

Please!

Say nothing.

I know you meant well but, please, do not even speak to me.

-Oh! -Oh, Judas!

Sorry, Sam.

Sam...

Mr Pascoe told me that if a note has no watermark then it's not genuine.

This have no watermark.

Well, be they all like that?

This one is.

This ain't.

Nor this.

But this.

So many forgeries!

They're worthless?

But why would a body do such a thing?

Valentine, come here!

The honourable member for St Michael.

Gentlemen.

Let me commend to you the mahogany trade.

Now, who amongst us does not benefit from it?

Or is ignorant of its worth to the nation and the Crown?

How could we fail to applaud the valiant efforts of those merchants

who bring it to our shores?

This is a real note.

This is a forgery.

You can tell by the watermark - see.

When you hold it up to the light, there.

So you've paid us with useless scraps of paper, then, eh?

No, all my notes are genuine - they come direct from the Cornish Bank.

And now we're meant to feed our families on fresh air?

The folks are saying if we hadn't paid notes in the first place,

-this'd never have happened. -Oh, so now we're to blame?

Such a valued trade would not be possible

if certain members have their way.

The felling, processing and transporting of this

precious commodity is filthy, backbreaking work,

made possible because those who labour in its forests

are happily more robust, less sensitive to pain than you or I.

The esteemed professor, Carl Linnaeus, asserts that your

Africanus Niger is a breed apart, eminently suitable for hard labour.

His view is endorsed by the worthy Edward Long,

colonial administrator,

who believes that the entire Africanus species,

characterised by "bestial manners, stupidity and vices",

has no redeeming features, and so the most humane thing to do

is control it and give it useful activities to engage with.

Let us, then, be cautious of the sentimental view of slavery

which is sometimes espoused in this House.

The fact is, slavery is a necessity -

for our economy, for the preservation of our colonies...

..and for the supremacy of our nation in the world.

The honourable member will correct me if I'm wrong, but he appears to

be saying that slaves are actually quite fortunate, because they

have food on the table, a roof over their heads and a purpose in life.

That is correct.

Except when they die.

Which they do, with alarming frequency,

in the most inhuman conditions - as detailed, for example,

in this recent report by a Mr Jonas Pettigrew,

assistant overseer in the mahogany forests of Honduras,

which he refers to as a "grove of death".

He details the abject suffering of slaves, dying of malaria,

deliberately deprived of medical assistance - or even water -

so that they may "die sooner and no longer inconvenience their owner",

in this case a Mr Ralph Hanson.

Should this concern us?

Is this not a small price to pay for our gleaming new tables and chairs?

Or should we instead endorse other values -

humanity, compassion, care for our fellow men -

and nip...nip this canker in the bud by returning to Honduras the man

who was falsely accused - doubtless by Hanson himself, because

he tried to stamp out such greed and brutality - Colonel Edward Despard?

Despard and his supporters are proving costly.

Sir, I realise you've already laid out considerable funds.

To induce your fellow planters to denounce him,

to have him recalled to London, to persuade my fellow magistrates

to incarcerate him without trial.

And now we must lay out more to be rid of him?

Yes, I realise it's not ideal, but something needs to be done.

The trouble with leaving someone to do one's dirty work -

one often has to clean up after them.

You know that my visits to see you have given me great joy.

I thank you for keeping them secret.

I think you have enjoyed them too.

Yes.

So...

..what I have to tell you now might make you sad.

It makes me very sad.

Your Ladyship! Your Ladyship, I beg of thee, hear me out.

'Twas mine idea alone that John Conan should leave thee,

and when I tell'd Morwenna she was furious.

She's come now to make amends, to put an end to it

once and for all.

Nay, please, don't disturb her.

So I come now to take my leave,

and I'll cherish the time we had together.

But I have to go away now.

And I am leaving you with the kindest, most loving grandmother...

..who will love you and give you the most wonderful life.

Goodbye, my beloved boy.

I have news.

They forgeries, Sally Chill-Off had one in the Kiddley last night.

Does she recollect who tendered it?

She do.

The same person as was seen the other night with Mr Trencrom.

Tess Tregidden.

I said farewell to my son today.

For good?

Yes.

I will never go back.

I love him.

I will always love him.

I've have tried to lock away the pain of losing him.

But in doing so, I've locked away other love.

Love for my husband.

Love I would give my husband,

but could not give whilst I would not grieve the loss of my child.

Today I did grieve

and let him go.

Tonight my heart is sore.

But it is free...

..to love you.

Mr Hanson and Mr Merceron.

I take it you've rallied after the, uh, unfortunate events.

"Unfortunate"?

I've been denounced.

My reputation within the House...

And out of it.

..has been utterly ruined.

Thanks to Ross, I am viewed as a friend of heartless slave-owners,

apologist for a corrupt and brutal system.

He is the hero. I am the villain.

So what's the solution?

Make him the villain.

How, exactly?

Well, what exactly would you seek?

Reparation of my reputation.

Revenge.

On Ross, for that debacle in the House.

On Despard, for my injury at Trenwith.

And in return?

I will be most generous in my gratitude,

and see no further impediment to making our venture official.

Revenge is easy,

reputation more dearly bought.

But I think there's a way to achieve one by way of the other

by reminding the world that Mad Ned has a relish for settling matters

with his fists.

You need to put an end to this forging business, sister.

Tess will surely deny it, Sam.

So what more can I do?

You know fine well what you can do.

No.

Who was it lectured me about leadership? Authority?

'Tis maybe time to take a leaf out your own book.

Hand me that one...

Friends...

Friends!

I regret that I must ask you to give ear to my sister.

Not as much as we regret it!

What I regret is the need to speak at all.

But I can't, in all conscience, allow this forgery business

to go further.

You've all been told how to tell them apart.

Hold them up to the light and the forgery is plain,

but what is not plain is why anyone'd wish to do this

in the first place.

Oh, let me think.

Cos 'tis one in the eye for the rich.

How?

Surely it's one in the eye for any poor soul who's paid

a worthless piece of paper?

Tommy Breward, Sally Chill-Off, Mabel Bolitho.

How do it feel to know that your hard work is worth nought?

This is no blow against the rich.

This is punishment of your own friends and neighbours,

and whoever is behind it -

to you I say enough.

Do thee know who is behind it?

What if we all empty our pockets now

and see who have the most forgeries?

I do know, Jacka, since you ask.

Name him, then.

I say we've a right to be told.

We should be told.

I'd like to think the persons responsible had not

understood the damage they'd cause.

So I'll give them another chance.

Destroy all forged notes, swear there'll be no more

and let that be the end of it.

But if I find another note...

..I'll be forced to name those persons,

and turn them over to the authorities.

And lest there be any doubt...

..forgery is a hanging offence.

The first step in Mr Merceron's plan to defame Ross and Despard,

a treasonous oath of loyalty.

"The bearer will endeavour to the utmost of his power to obtain

"the objects stated in this oath."

Overturn the King's veto and grant Catholic emancipation,

at whatever cost.

And to think, merely having such a document in one's possession

would ensure immediate arrest on charges of treason.

-And will these oaths be signed? -Oh, yes.

Like oaths are now being prepared for signature.

I think we can guess the names.

So I am vindicated, yet the Catholics remain enslaved.

The King I say is mad!

Ned, not so loud.

Mad, call I it - for to define true madness,

what is it but to be nothing else but mad?

Please, my love, refrain.

-People will think you're serious. -I am serious!

The nation is being held to ransom by a madman,

and we should stay silent in the face of it?

Get him away from here. If his own wife cannot restrain him,

I, for one, will not allow my wife to be endangered by his ranting!

-I think you overestimate... -Do I?

This is a man whose peaceful march on Trenwith became

a full-scale riot. Weapons were used.

Where did they come from?

Who sent the men who brought them?

Do you not see that Ned was set up, barely escaped arrest,

and now he's setting himself up without anyone's aid,

-and will take down all who stand by him? -I will stand by him.

Of course, as you have always done, and blindly so.

And I say this as one who shares his opinions, admires him.

Do you?

Why do I think you resent him?

As far back as James River, I sensed a cooling...

What you sensed is a lack of adoration,

a refusal to follow him blindly into whatever reckless adventure

he chose to plunge himself, taking you with him.

Do you do recollect he saved my life?

I recollect that he dragged you from the battlefield

and dumped you on a surgeon's table.

The life-saving portion fell to someone else.

How tiresome are the idle rich.

Shall we retire to the Oakley Arms for some intelligent conversation?

A man named Stone frequents the Oakley Arms -

a nest of known radicals, but assumed by them to be a safe house.

Merceron's agents tell him that Despard drinks there,

and in his cups is known to be most unguarded.

Now, them Frenchies, they had the right idea!

Liberte, egalite, fraternite!

Madame la Guillotine!

Death to the monarchy!

This Stone is Joseph's man?

And hitherto his task has been to observe,

whilst posing as a fellow radical.

Now he will assist in planting our signed oath about Despard's person

and then inform the authorities.

-Excellent. -There is a further plan.

More hazardous, but could yield spectacular results.

Joseph Merceron's men should be visiting Ross's lodgings

as we speak.

Freedom of speech is the only power we have within our fraternity.

These days, I doubt that words alone have any effect.

In my case, they have none.

And that, my friend, is a disgrace.

I'm saddened, Horace, that Dr Enys seems so ready to flout

the Hippocratic Oath.

In what particular?

"First, do no harm."

How is that pertinent?

It is pertinent to Ross.

At a time when his dearest friend should be his most loyal.

-You think I was wrong to challenge him? -Not at all.

But you were wrong to step away.

What possible use could you be in a carriage with your wife and a pug?

Number 6 George Street, just off the Strand.

Were I so used, I'd want vengeance!

Justice is all I seek.

Yeah, but how's it to be got?

Look at France.

Only when commons rise up do the rich take heed.

True. Can anything be done by peaceful means?

Perhaps someone should remove the King.

Perhaps they should.

Ned...

Come away.

Should we not challenge them?

Not if I'm correct in my surmise.

Do I hear you're an expert with explosives?

-Ned... -Yes.

How about exploding His Majesty?

Well, that would certainly solve the problem!

Ned, enough.

This is ridiculous talk. If it were reported...

By whom?

This is a safe house.

These men are comrades and friends.

-We surely are! -Can you doubt it?

Wise to doubt most people these days.

Particularly those who encourage seditious talk.

Shall we go?

-Suit yourself. -Ned...

Kitty, can you help me, please?

-Kitty, you stay where you are. -Ned, it's time to leave.

-We're going. -Get off!

Ah...

Apologies, my friend.

You should know by now - I leave when I'm ready.

Good day to you, Mary.

Shall I take you home?

No, thank you. I must stay.

Please go. There's nothing you can do until he's sober again.

He'll be fine.

He's a Cornish miner - he'll survive.

What do you think they were looking for?

Nothing seems disturbed.

Unless the man was not looking...

..but leaving something.

But why?

What would it be?

Search the whole building.

What is it?

An oath of allegiance for the liberation of Irish Catholics.

Open up!

Stay where you are!

Anyone found with an oath about their person will be arrested!

One and all, follow me!

Where's your warrant? Show me your warrant.

-Take your... -Let go of my wife!

Come here, you!

Search him!

Search all you like - you'll find nothing on me.

He has nothing. My husband is innocent.

Nothing. There's nothing.

I told you there was nothing.

My husband is not a traitor.

He's a servant of the Crown!

-Madam, please... -Take your hands off me!

Check all drawers and cupboards.

Check under there.

-Shh, shh... -What's going on? -Make yourself scarce.

-Nothing? -There's nothing here. -Double check.

I trust your men will remake that bed once they've

finished dismantling it?

Captain Poldark is most fastidious about his linens.

Are you done?

It would appear so, ma'am.

Then be so good as to read this document.

It affirms that you and your men conducted a thorough search of

these chambers in the presence of witnesses, and found nothing.

Correct?

I suppose.

Kindly sign.

Right.

You were magnificent.

Yes.

I was.

The day is named.

I've considered our situation and believe there's now

only one solution.

Success?

Mixed.

Poldark eluded us.

Someone must have tipped him off.

Damn, blast and set fire to him!

And Despard?

They failed to plant the oath but he was arrested anyway.

So what will happen now?

Well, that we are working on.

The fault was all mine. I was blinkered.

But that man is one of the bravest, most principled I've ever met...

-And I. -But his recklessness, his stubbornness

-will be his undoing... -And could be yours.

And that I cannot stand and watch.

We must get him away from here.

With or without the sanction of the Crown.

The first vessel for Jamaica.

I'll see to it tomorrow.

Kitty will be relieved.

They're very late.

I hope she's not had trouble persuading him home.

Kitty...

# I'd hold a finger to my tongue

# I'd hold a finger waiting... #

I wish Papa were here.

So do I, my love.

But Papa must see to important matters in London.

You can't go in.

Well, Ross, here we are again.

Back where it started.

Only this time the charge is seriously impressive.

What is it?

High treason.

I warned you what would happen if you failed to keep him

out of trouble. Now if he falls, he takes you with him.

Someone's stealing our ore.

Must it not be someone with a knowledge of the mine?

One of our own.

The Crown should honour him,

instead of attempting to cover up its mistreatment of him

by inventing crimes he did not commit.

You will thank me for providing you with a mate that

matches your station.

I'll get you out of here, Colonel.

Break him from the jail? You're insane.

Shall we?