All language subtitles for Poldark.2015.S04E02.HDTV.x264-RiVER

To affect genuine change,

I must sell my soul
and become a politician?

My Lord, would you consider a truce
with Sir Francis?

Is it not a pity that you cannot
agree on a candidate?

The handsome
and poetic young war hero?

I thought that today would be
all I desired. I was wrong.

Do you think there's
room in a woman's heart for two men?

Were we ever to be blessed
with another child...

Things will be different.

A wife has duties.

Which I fulfilled till you saw fit
to debauch my sister.

I trust you'll have my nephew
in perfect health by the election?

I think
perhaps I've taken you for granted.

You are the better part of me.

If I cannot love you again,
it will be the death of me.

How far is London?

Hundreds of miles!

Like the ends of the earth.

Perhaps that's no bad thing.

The headaches grow worse, but
if you give me a stronger opiate...

It's not simply
a question of dulling the pain,

but of treating
the underlying cause.

This is a sorry sight!

My nephew should be up,
preparing for the election.

If we prevail, as I hope we shall,
we leave at once for London.

My Lord, may I have a word?

You are aware that the
election is next week?

My nephew must be recovered by then.

I regret that I cannot tell you
what you wish to hear.

Then perhaps
I should find someone who can.

Do we think here
or Truro for the celebrations?

My return to Parliament?

Are you so confidant?
It was close last time.

With a man like Basset behind me,

do you suppose
the result's in any doubt?

Armitage...

Armitage puzzles me.

An illustrious family name,
a respectable Navy career,

no local business interests
to further.

What possible use could
he make of Parliament?

Perhaps he thinks to be
a force for good.

He wouldn't last five minutes!

Dwight! You've missed the hard work.

I was called to Tregothnan.

And subsequently dismissed.

Hugh's improved? The reverse.

But Falmouth dislikes my diagnosis
so has called in Choake.

Then there's no hope for him.

He'd stand a better
chance in France.

And I have other patients
to attend to.

Some closer to home.

I very much regret to announce
an Enys-Penvenen offshoot.

A child? Oh, Judas,
that's wonderful!

And entirely your fault. You would
insist on bringing me home!

Of course, I want don't the brat.

She don't mean it. No, she means it.

Really, I cannot bear babies.

Wrinkled, greedy,
red-faced little tyrants!

Truly, though?

Will it not be wonderful for us all?

This calls for a celebration.

Well, before my life is ambushed by
possets, I must make myself useful.

Will you favour me
with your company this afternoon?

Well, stop me, if it ain't the
Resurrection Boys!

Wow! Now then, lads, do you wrestle?

I'm in charge o' the games
at Sawle Feast tomorrow

and in need o' contenders.

I'll fight
either o' ye Carne meaders

wi' one hand tied behind my back!

Why don't you fight him, Sam?
Show him who's master!

I'd sooner wrestle for
the liberation of souls.

What about my soul?

I pray for that night and day.

And if you came to our meetings,
we could pray together.

Maybe I would... if you beat him.

Do you mean it?

I say so, don't I?

I accept.

Would it not be a fine thing
if George Warleggan were unseated?

Yes. By Hugh Armitage?

For then
George would be out of Parliament,

and Hugh would be out of Cornwall.

It would solve a good many problems.

So, how may we help Hugh on his way?
Hm?

Our aim is to bring down the fever,

reduce the putrid humours and cause

an intermission in the excessive
action of the blood vessels.

We'll proceed first with blistering,

thereafter with purging, vomiting,
poulticing and bleeding.

If you were to bring your influence
to bear in securing me

the living of St Newlyn, my uncle,
Conan Godolphin, might be willing...

To secure me an introduction to the
Prince of Wales?

Yes, you've said so many times -
so far without result.

But, as you say, were I in a
position to influence matters,

your uncle should bear that in mind

when next he dines with
His Royal Highness.

Is this what it takes to be
a politician?

See how well suited I'd be?

So delighted you could join us,
my Lord de Dunstanville.

The delight is all mine,
dear ladies.

Excepting my wife and daughter, I'm
seldom in such agreeable company.

Lord Falmouth is here, ma'am.

Oh! Oh, dear! How very awkward!

Has he mistook the day?

Have I? I did swear
I invited him tomorrow.

My Lord, I can only apologise.

My Lord, would you believe -

I've foolishly misarranged
my engagements.

Can you forgive me?

So, Ross?

I understand your brother-in-law

has challenged my gamekeeper
to a wrestling match.

Incautious of him, to say the least.

Tom Harry is a champion
and in his prime.

His stomach would suggest otherwise.

You think, then,
your Methody preacher will prevail?

I hope so.

It's time that hired thug was
taught to behave.

I confess, I do find politics
that confusing!

Why, for instance,
do Cornwall return over 40 MPs,

but new towns like Manchester
send not a single one?

I agree, it's wholly unjust.

And wholly appropriate...

..till such times as these upstart
boroughs prove themselves

capable of sound political judgment.

What, like Cornwall?

Which persists in electing
Members by bribery and favours?

By and large,

our elected representatives
are men of integrity.

My own nominee - a gentleman,
war hero.

By sheer coincidence,
your own nephew!

Whereas yours is a man without
scruples or decency.

Perhaps you'd care to lay
a wager on the contest.

Shall we say 100 guineas?

On one condition.

Whoever loses pays the money to
a charitable cause.

Charitable? Excellent thought!

Might I propose
the new hospital at Truro?

Agreed.

I was saying to Demelza
how tiresome it must be

to be forever
battling for the same territory.

Were it left to we ladies,
I wager we'd soon come to agreement.

Pray instruct us.

Well, suppose
we were disputing two boroughs...

Say, for instance,
Truro and Tregony?

Then I might suggest she yield me
Tregony.

While she concede me Truro.

Of course, she might not
wish to concede Truro

were she convinced of the merit
of her candidate.

But suppose that candidate had
failed to impress,

had neglected his duty?

Say, in preserving the peace?

Thereby allowing a man to hang.

A dismal performance.

Quite unworthy of
anyone's patronage.

I cannot disagree, my Lord.

More brandy, gentlemen?

To muscular might.

You applaud brute force?

Sometimes, in this world,
that's what's required.

Even if innocents get trampled
underfoot in the process.

Zacky Martin's son was not innocent.

You consider brutality to be

an essential part of a
politician's armoury?

I consider a sentimental
weakness for the poor

to be pure self-indulgence.

Those of us actually in government,

as opposed to those pontificating
from the sidelines,

have a more realistic view of what's
required to run this country.

I look forward to our contest
tomorrow.

I suppose the election
result's in no doubt.

We'll see less of George
once he's in London.

Watch your pin side! Again!

Hit!

Stay rooted!

It's not the guineas which
concern me. It's Sam.

Why don't you fight Tom Harry?

At least I could nurse your broken
bones in a better cause.

Do you think I could pick
and choose my own battles?

I'd like to think so!

But sometimes they come at me
unannounced.

And then?

Ross!

That's it, move it this way.

There we go.

Hooray for St Sawle!

Please may I be excused?

No, you may not! Feast of St Sawle
is the one day

that everyone goes to church.

Jeremy doesn't have to.

Was Geoffrey-Charles permitted
to play with local urchins?

Francis saw no harm in it.

And yet, see what came of it -

an inability to discern the proper
companions for a boy of his station.

We will ensure that OUR children
will make more suitable connections.

One cannot expect immediate relief

when one is dealing with
a brain fever.

Is that what we're dealing with?

I believe Dr Enys first
identified the symptoms.

I, however, differ as to treatment.

If my thirsty little colleagues
here produce no good effect,

I propose to shave the head in order
to facilitate... trepanation.

Well, daughter, are ye ready to
forfeit thy soul to Preacher?

I reckon Preacher's soul is on
its back for thee!

Least Preacher have a soul.

Ah, my dear!

I feel it my duty, as vicar, to
attend the Feast Day festivities.

Naturally, you will not wish to...

Cousin Elizabeth,
shall we go together?

I hope you've brought your
needle and thread.

Brother Sam may need patching up.

Welcome, everyone!
A wrestling contest!

Best of three falls.

On my left, we have Tom Harry.

And on my right, Sam Carne.

Right, shake hands in the middle.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
None of that!

On the whistle.

Use your size, Tom!

See this delivered without delay.

Come on, boy!

Roll him over! Come on, Sam!

Go on, Sam!

Get on, boy! Proper stuff!

First fall to Sam Carne!

Come on! Yes!

Come on, Sam!

Thank you.

From Lord Falmouth.

I'll return as soon as I can.

Ready for the second fall?

On the whistle.

Come on! Get up!

Get up, Harry!

Get up! Come on!

He's cheating! Tholly!

His eyes! Mind his eyes!

Come on! He's cheating again!

Off him! Off him! That's enough!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Second fall to Tom Harry!

Cheating, finagling worm!

Have a drink.

His Lordship has no patience.

Sir?

I've assured him that
these treatments

must be allowed to
take their course,

but he's used to dictating terms,
so he must take the consequences.

Ha! Good luck to you, sir.

Trepanation?

You can see why my uncle
sent for you.

Shall we try less primitive methods?

I have a powder to lower the fever
and another to reduce headaches.

But you yourself must play a part.

Trust in your own
powers of recovery.

Suppose my faith is wavering?

Final fall, all to play for!

Go on, Sam!

Come on, Sam!

Tholly!

All right?

Careful!

Your welcome to her soul, brother.

I've already had her body.

No!

And the winner is - Tom Harry!

Valentine, come here.

Morwenna?

I saw you at the hanging.

I thought... I thought it was the
last time I should ever see you.

Knowing you were there,
I'd have died content.

I cannot be seen here...

..with you.

How are you, Morwenna?

Do he treat you more kindly now?

Wife!

I was collecting shells.

Alone? Well, have a care!

Here, we're at the very
edge of civilisation.

I believe the natives can be
quite barbaric.

Greet thy champion!

Sing his praises!

But he is very glad
to be at thy service.

We thank you for that service,

and, from now on,
we no longer require it.

Brute force wins the day!

And I'm delighted
the hospital will benefit.

It's from Dwight.

Ross, a pretty jest, is it not?

To cheat the French
and then oneself be cheated?

I hope you'll soon gain
the upper hand.

Will I? We'll do our best.

Demelza?

Would you sit with me a while?

Too many visitors will tire him.
I'll wait downstairs.

Courage, my friend.

Thank you.

How serious it?

Difficult to say.

There seems to be some underlying
weakness - some lowering

of resistance which makes him
susceptible to every passing ill.

Of course, his time in France will
render him more vulnerable.

But I sense there's more
to it than that.

He seems somehow resigned.

Why, when he has everything
to live for?

A glittering career, a noble family
name, a new life in London.

Perhaps those things hold
less attraction for him

than other things
which are more difficult to attain.

One would hope they're
more difficult.

Captain Poldark, would you favour me
with a few moments of your company?

My nephew will be very
glad to see your wife.

He thinks highly of her.

As do I.

And I.

Of course, you're aware that,
thanks to her efforts,

Francis Basset
and I have come to an accord?

I was not aware.

However, I would not be so naive
as to suppose the strength

of feeling which arose against me at
the last election no longer exists.

Even without Basset's support,

many who voted for Warleggan will
not change their allegiance.

Of course, whatever
happens to Hugh...

..he will not be fit to fight
this election.

No. No, of course not. A great pity.

By now, you'll have had to choose
some other candidate.

I have indeed.

I warn you!

His Lordship is not
fond of unexpected guests.

We are not guests! I am his elected
representative in Parliament. Mm.

Since the riots, he's been much
engaged with affairs of state.

And whatever coolness you may
have imagined towards us...

Should it continue, it would
create an unfortunate impression.

Then we will create a different one.

Arrange a series of public
appearances, where Basset

and I can demonstrate that we
are, in all things, as one.

Tell him I am otherwise engaged.

And will be for the rest of the day.

But why, when you have the
pick of the county to choose from,

choose me?

Because I believe you have the best
chance of winning the seat.

Confess - do you not feel some
frustration with your present life?

Your inability to influence matters
you care deeply about?

I think I've stayed late enough.

The last time we spoke,

we were at odds on
just about everything -

the function of Parliament,
the way men are elected,

the unequal distribution of power...
Times change.

Perhaps my views are less
far from yours than once they were.

Work for reform from
within the House.

Not all politicians find it
necessary to sell their souls.

What would it mean?

Parting from you.

Becoming strangers
for much of the year.

I in London, you in Cornwall.

Could you bear it?

Could you?

From one of my agents.

Basset and Falmouth have
reached an accord?

Falmouth will not contest Tregony.

Basset will not contest Truro.

In other words, he's thrown us over!

How dare he?

It... it matters not.

My uncle has begun canvassing
the burgesses and he assures me...

That the majority wouldn't
vote for a Falmouth candidate

if the end of the world was nigh!

Well? Can you be certain?

Not entirely.
Which is why we've taken steps

to increase the obligations of
certain electors.

Threatened them.

Encouraged them to see the
advantages of continued allegiance.

And the disadvantages
of the reverse.

All of which may in fact result
in a larger majority than the one

I secured last time.

These are my terms.

I may support Pitt in any measure
to sustain the war.

I may support
the abolition of slavery.

I may take any action
I feel will benefit the poor.

Agreed.

I accept the nomination.

So all is well?
We will return to Westminster?

My dear, order your gowns to be
packed without delay.

When I am gone
Remember this of me

That earth of earth
or heaven of heaven concealed

No greater happiness than
was to me revealed

By favour of a single day with thee.

Mama! Mama!

What is it, sweetheart?

Jeremy, what I have told you
about teasing your sister?

Demelza, I must ask you...

..are you afraid?

Of what we agreed today?

More than afraid.

Yet I know it must be so.

Do not fear it.

George will win.

And I will stay.

And Hugh will live.

Brother Sam, has he said aught
about the wrestling?

Not a word.

You know, I promised to go to
his praying feast if he won.

So why did he let Tom Harry win?

Maybe he don't want to win
you that way.

If he'd won, would you have kept
your side of the bargain?

Of course.

Could you not still?

I'm afeared. Of what?

That I'd feel naught.

That I'd want to be saved, but I'd
be led to pretending I'm saved.

Do you love him?

Be advised.

What he believes is who he is.

Ye can't love Sam without loving
his faith. Come on.

You must choose.

Take all of him...

..or none.

This afternoon's election -

will you go, cousin?

Oh, now, there will be a tussle!

Will your opponent attract many
votes, do you think?

On account of his exploits
in France?

Doubtful.
Armitage is new to the business

and would do better to
return to the Navy.

Oh! You have not heard?
Armitage is sick.

Falmouth was obliged to choose
another candidate.

Oh?

And who might...
Poldark! Poldark of Nampara!

Myself, I should have thought him
too much of a rogue,

but no doubt he thinks to
turn his notoriety to some account.

Are you sure have the right person,
Ossie?

Gad, yes! I had it from my tailor,

who had it from Sir Hugh Bodrugan,

who said, "Poldark in Parliament
shall provide more backbone

"than wishbone!"

He's not yet there.

I'm sorry, Uncle...

..that I cannot oblige you today.

Hey! There'll be other occasions,
my boy.

From Tregothnan...

..asking for you.

Seddon, Gough, Tippet, Howell,
Killick, Pooley -

these votes are assured.

Less certain is Aukitt, but he's
received a substantial loan

which he knows is due for repayment
if he votes unwisely.

These three, they're marginal - they
could swing the vote either way.

Prynne, Hick, Musgrave -

older gentry, well connected,
set in their ways.

And old friends of the Chynoweths.

I told you my wife would be useful.

You've abandoned your post?

This time, it was the patient
who dismissed me.

In favour of his other visitor?

I made him comfortable.

What else could I do?

Is it true that swans mate for life?

I believe so.

Or at least until a more
handsome swan appears!

No-one seems able to cure me.

And yet...

..I think there's
someone who could.

Well, let them be sent for!

She's here.

I?

I have no miraculous powers!

What could I do?

Give me hope.

In spite of how I care for you
and all that's between us...

..it is not in my power to give
you what you seek.

Well, then, I must be content
with what I had...

..for it was no small treasure -

to have once possessed you,
body and soul.

I never asked you -

what led you to accept
the nomination?

A moment of madness...

..which I now regret.

Once again, he puts me
in a quandary.

You dislike Falmouth,
so how can you vote for his man?

Quite so.

You're a veteran of these affairs,
Harris. What's the form?

Do I shake hands with my opponent

or am I permitted to glare at him
across the hall?

The latter, I believe, is customary.

And safer!

Ladies, gentlemen, quiet, please.

It is three o' clock.

Let the Proclamation and Notice
of the Election now be read.

Gentlemen, I propose
Mr George Warleggan -

an experienced candidate who has
served this borough

faithfully for many years.

A banker and merchant with a
thorough knowledge of local affairs.

A magistrate,
a keen upholder of the law,

which puts him in stark contrast
to his opponent, who has

frequently shown himself to
be above the law.

I commend to you a man who
stands against lawlessness,

against corruption,

who will fight for the interests
of this borough in Parliament.

What a paragon! I'm almost
ready to vote for him myself.

Gentlemen, may I propose as my
candidate Captain Ross Poldark?

New to governance
but known to all as a brave

and distinguished soldier.

Thank you.

Short and sweet.

A welcome change.

Let the voting now commence.

I cast my vote for
Mr George Warleggan.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Poldark.

Mr George Warleggan.

Three more votes
and George has it.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Mr George Warleggan.

Six votes remaining.

And George only needs one more.

Basset will look a fool
if he goes against the tide now.

Here it comes.

It's a rout.

Captain Ross Poldark.

Captain Poldark.

Hick and Musgrave,

and my wife just charmed
the britches off them.

Captain Poldark.

Did you not tell me
I had their votes?

Captain Ross Poldark.

Ross, it's yours!

Mr George Warleggan has eight votes.

Captain Ross Poldark has nine votes.

I therefore declare
Captain Poldark to be the winner.

Thank you very much for your vote.

How did he manage it?
How could he possibly defeat you?

He... he did not defeat me!
Prejudice defeated me!

Privilege has closed ranks

and chosen to forget
the misdemeanours of his past!

And I, who have worked
tirelessly within the law,

given money to all
sorts of worthy causes,

am regarded with contempt because
my ancestry is inferior to his!

I did what I could.

Will Mistress Poldark be joining us?

She went to visit a sick friend.

I told her it was
the worthier cause,

since I hadn't the least
expectation of prevailing here!

Congratulations, Captain.

We have won the day.

By a very narrow margin.

No margin is too narrow,
so long as it's the right way.

Will you join us for dinner
at the Red Lion?

Forgive me, but I'm not in
the mood to celebrate.

I just received word.

My nephew died a few hours ago.

I hope he took comfort
from your wife's visit.

I'm so sorry.

Please... excuse me.

Did you know he would die?

I suspected it.

What purpose would it be,
to tell you before the election?

I was certain he'd survive.

He was still so young.

To be frank...

..I often wondered if...

If he exaggerated his pain in
order to gain sympathy?

I'm ashamed of the thought.

Then console yourself with this -
henceforth, he'll be immortal

in everyone's memory,

and we poor souls will look
pale in comparison.

Yes, the thought had occurred to me.

I wanted to tell you.

A man's never had me.

Even if they had,
it would make no odds.

The soul can still be saved.

And there'd be more joy in heaven
over one sinner that repent...

But that's just it, Sam.

I don't repent.

I could pretend to, but you'd know.

What good would that do us?

So...

..I'm going away.

To marry Tom?

A cock's life, no!

To Tehidy.

My Lady Dunstanville
have want of a maid.

Just for a year.

And after that, if you still wish
it, and if I still wish it...

..we'll meet again,
see how things come out, see...

..see if there be any change.

There'll be none from me.

You're a rare good man, Sam.

Believe me,
it gives me no satisfaction...

..to be forced to stoop to the
services of a common drab!

And all because my wife

refuses to perform her
conjugal duties.

She don't know what she missing.

Leave us.

This is a setback.

Nothing more.

We will not let it
compromise our plans.

Any of our plans.

Oh, Vicar!

Good day to you.

Sister-in-law!

How is your...

Health? Oh, Vicar,
I'm so very grieved.

I'm afraid I was mistook.

In what regard?

It does appear now that
I was not after all with child.

Are you serious?!

I can only plead youth and extreme
ignorance of these matters.

You are the Devil's handmaiden,
sent to tempt

and destroy one of God's
own ministers!

Did you not invent the entire
fable to blackmail

and cheat me
into providing a dowry...?

Vicar! I'm ashamed of you!

However could you
think such a thing?

♪ Roll it and pat it
and mark it with P

♪ Put it in the oven for Prudie
and thee! ♪

Maid not with you?

She's not returned?

Not since this morn
when she rid for Tregothnan.

Hugh Armitage is dead.

Oh, Lord!

Oh, God bless him!
Oh, comfort the maid!

She'll be that...

Yes.

She was fond of him.

Perhaps I should go
in search of her.

Nay, sir.

Only that...

..maybe she wish to grieve
alone a while?

Maybe leave her to come back
of her own accord?

Ross, I thought you'd be abed.

Because I could sleep,
knowing you were not home?

I went to Caroline.

I had to talk to someone, and I know
no-one closer, more truly a friend.

Except me.

Was it not so?

Before all this happened?

It was.

Always.

But in this?
Ross, how could I tell you?

Do you not think I'd
want to be told?

And to explain something I don't
rightly understand myself?

Try.

This thing came upon me,
unaware as I...

I never sought it, I...

..I never thought there was place
in my heart for any but you.

But somehow...

..somehow... You came to love him.

Not love.

Not love such as we,
such as you and I.

No love could match that.

But...

..yes, he...

He did touch my heart.

And now?

And now I feel as
if my heart is broke.

Not as it was with Julia.

Then my tears
were like blood from a stone.

I darest not let them fall.

Now they fall like summer rain.

And not only for Hugh.

It's for her... and me...

..and all that's wasted
and broken and lost in this world.

Save some tears for me.

For I believe I'll need them.

This hurt.

It will mend.

And this sad, sorry, broken world?

Will that mend too?

Who will mend it, Ross?

Will you?

I will try.

The election! What happened?

The very last thing we thought.

You won?

Yes.

And now?

Everything will change.

Be good while I'm away.

And you look after your mother.
Yes, Papa.

Good boy.

Captain Monk Adderley.
How may I assist you?

What may seem simple to an
outsider...

If only there was something I could
do to augment our meagre income.

Tholly!

Quite possibly the most perfect
creature I've ever seen.

Always accept what ladies
have to offer.

I think you no longer know me, Ross.

Perhaps we no longer
know each other.