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I love 'ee still.
Please go. I am with child.

Captain Ross Poldark,
Captain Monk Adderley.

The name Poldark rings a bell.

Are you not in the house?

I don't recollect seeing you there.

I seldom attend.

Deserting your post? Is the pace
too warm for your nephew?

Is it true that swans mate for life?
I believe so.

Or at least
until a more handsome swan appears.

I'm with child.
This is... wonderful news!

We will take a house in Mayfair.
When may we expect?

I think... December.

It's been weeks
since I returned from London.

You wonder when
you can decently return?

This time I want my husband with me.

You wish me to come
to London with you?

You are worse than the children!

Do you wish they were here?

Not at this precise moment, no!

At this rate, we'll soon be
adding to their number!

Everyone is at your beck
and call - myself included.

My love,
the confinement is months away!

And I intend to lavish the best
possible care upon you.

And as for this young man...

Come and meet Aurelia!

Papa, thank you!

OK, ready?

I also have a surprise for you.

And what might that be?

A masked ball, in this house,

to which the cream of
London society will flock.

My dear, recollect how many
times your invitations

have not found the
favour they deserve.

And now they have.
This will be a charity ball

in aid of the Foundling Hospital.

I see.

Well, in that case...

Could there be a better way
of announcing our return to London?

Faster. Faster.

First thing tomorrow
we will visit your tailor.

I have no tailor.

I've engaged one. The finest!

Naturally!

My love, this is London.

One is required to look the part.

What part is that?

One half of
the handsomest couple in town.

No wonder you stay
so long in London.

Life's all pleasure!

Excellent. A charity ball.

Guess George is spiring for
sainthood now.

Are we to go?

Would you deprive him the pleasure
of taking money from us?

Lord, I'm so tired,
I could sleep for a week.

What if I have other plans for you?

Granted, it don't look like much
now, but there's a stream close by.

An' Sawle 'ave need of a blacksmith.

And this blacksmith?

All in good time.

Cap'n Ross did once say,
"Work is the thing."

"Not drink, not despair."

"But build a thing, mend a thing -"

"and even if there's
hell in your heart,"

"at the end of the day,
you'll feel better."

So let's build.

My daughter-in-law
has always been unstable.

Lately she has become
more erratic than ever

and, I must tell you,
I fear for the children.

You agree it will be best for
all concerned,

when the child is born,
she be removed from this house

and committed to an asylum?

Yes, your Ladyship.

I was saying to Dr Behenna,
we must hope for a boy.

Girls are of no use to anyone.

I wonder if you realise
how fortunate you are.

Without the kindness
of the Whitworths,

you'd be nothing
but a common governess.

I was never in my life more happy
than when I was a governess.

London suits you!

And will shortly be at your feet.
Tomorrow, the Warleggan party.

Have you decided what you'll wear?

My best gown?

The one I wore to your wedding.

That won't do at all.

Don't despair, I have a solution.

I mean to have you worshipped
by all who set eyes on you.

I don't think I'd like that!

My dear, we both know it happens
whether YOU like it or not!

That's a very pretty petticoat.

Shall I wear my nightshirt
to keep you company?

Ross, don't tease me.
Caroline had it altered for me.

Do you really hate it?
Should I wear my old gown instead?

And be miserable all night?

I could never be miserable!
You know how happy I am!

Why's that?

Because of you?

Because of us, and...

how it's been
since we came to London?

Perhaps you'd consider
a longer stay.

We could send for the children,
find more spacious lodgings.

Ross, do you really mean it?
Yes.

I'd like it beyond anything!

And for what it's worth...

I like the gown.

Captain and Mrs Poldark.

Well, he could have saved
himself the expense

and donated it all to charity,
but...

that would defeat the object.

Demelza. You look wonderful.

Admiral and Mrs Banister...

You must be glad to have her
with you at last. Yes.

You couldn't know.

I scarcely knew myself at the time
but...

in the aftermath of...

a certain event, I thought to put
distance between myself and Demelza.

To try and make sense of it all.

And did you?

In part.

But distance creates
as many problems as it solves.

Don't I know it!

Now I think
what will serve us better

is to spend more time together.

So, despite everything, here we are.

You know how she loves a party.

The Foundling Hospital
has long being dear to my heart,

and my wife's, of course.

Everyone thinks of those poor,
fatherless, abandoned infants.

Elizabeth is with child?

Had you not heard?

Of course. Why would you?

Who's that?

That is the scandalous
Captain Monk Adderley.

My dear, you're a veritable goddess
and George is blessed amongst men.

And I assure you, is entirely
sensible of his good fortune.

Whatever you do,
don't take him seriously.

Who's that with Poldark?

His kitchen maid.

Now his wife.

The hair's a touch provincial,
but the rest is good.

Doubtless she's been
dressed in London.

Then she must be UN-dressed
in London.

Have you ventured yourself?

My tastes are more refined.

But if you have the stomach...

Drommie, dear?

There's a fellow
I'd like you to meet.

My dear Poldark! May I present
my ward, Miss Andromeda Page.

Delighted.
And this must be Mrs Poldark.

Enchantez! Shall we?

I'm as hungry as a cannibal!

Shall we seek some refreshment?

I'm sorry, sir - I'm engaged.

To whom? My husband!

My dear, let me advise you,

it's simply not the thing in London
for married couples to eat together!

I didn't... I didn't know.

Your husband knows the form.

Ross! Captain Adderley
seems ferocious for food.

Shall we eat together?
By all means.

So you find me "ferocious"!

Is it my reputation
which alarms you?

I don't know of your reputation,
sir.

Two things I like best.

To fight, and to make love.

With the same person?

No, but on the same day.

One whets the appetite
for the other.

Bear up. It will soon be over.

I assure you I'm having
a splendid time.

Not fearing for Mrs Coad's quinsy

or Nan Bartle's scarlet fever?

My locum is an excellent man.

Well, some of the tabbies have been
doubting I actually have a husband.

I must be allowed to flaunt you
for all you're worth.

Admiring my buttons?

Observe in each a lock of hair.

A token from Miss Page?

A Lieutenant Framfield.

And a Captain Polger.

Both dispatched in a duel.

Of course, there've been others.

But one does not usually linger
to collect souvenirs.

Is not the punishment for duelling
hanging?

I plead benefit of clergy.

Are you a clergyman?

A cleric.

I read and write.

Here's Poldark
with my little Drommie.

Delicious body.

Drommie's, I mean!

Though I venture Poldark's
has much to recommend it.

Are you not afraid for your wife?

Not in the least.

She's a miner's daughter.

Lord, how mortifying!

Not for me!

I view her heritage
with nothing but pride.

But how can you be sure
she won't disgrace herself?

Being one of the vulgars.

Are we not ALL vulgars?

Do we not all share the same needs,
hungers, pains?

Just what my father would have said.

But then he was a merchant.

Challenged me to a duel once.

I refused

on the grounds that
he wasn't a gentleman.

Mrs Poldark, shall we take a turn?

Yes - if you like.

How are you, Demelza?

Thank you, I'm well. And yourself?

Surviving.

You're enchanting!

You're very kind.

As I hope you will be
when we're finally alone.

I shall wait upon you.
When will your husband be out?

When I am.

Adderley,
you must return to Miss Page.

She's missing your attentions.

Do you know, Poldark, there's only
one person I ever take instructions from.

That is myself.

Ross, Captain Adderley has kindly
suggested he wait on us.

Which would be delightful,
would it not?

But perhaps we should meet
elsewhere.

For... for tea, or for cards.

An excellent thought!

Ross, Mrs Gower's asking for you.

I shall send a note, Captain
Adderley, confirming arrangements.

Shall we say Thursday?

Did she bite?

Nibbled.

I doubt that.
She's a virtuous woman.

And, within a week,
she will NOT be a virtuous woman.

Care to wager on it?

Hundred guineas to ten?

Longer odds I'm not to prepared to offer,
for if you win, you'll have all the fun.

No.

I perceive that if I win, it's you
who'll be the more satisfied.

Captain Adderley's
a strange creature.

I think I'm a little afeared of him.

Then why agree to see more of him?

Did I do wrong?

I'd no wish to be discourteous.

Caroline said not to
take him seriously.

Well, after Thursday let's hope
we've seen the last of him.

Here's Papa on his throne!

Is he a king?

Of the most tiresome
constituency in Britain.

Wilbraham refuses to
resign his seat.

So you cannot replace him with Adderley,
nor direct him to vote as you wish.

Precisely. And here,
40 of the poorest rate-payers,

presume to demand favours
in exchange for their vote.

Well, I've no intention
of pandering to them.

I'm tempted to demolish
their hovels altogether.

That would not be popular.

Unless... you housed them elsewhere.

Outside the borough?

And no longer be able to
hold me to ransom.

Some derelict cottages, bought
for a pittance, cheaply repaired?

Then no-one could accuse me
of inhumanity.

In fact, you could argue you're
actually improving their lot.

Mama should've been a politician!

What are the chances?
That's my lucky number!

Captain Adderley! Monk!

That name seems not apt
for a man of your disposition.

You have an agile tongue...

which I shall know what to do
with in due course.

Next week there's bound to be
a late sitting in the House.

Will you be present?

God forbid! But your husband will.

Which is most convenient.

For us.

Does Adderley suppose I shall
stand by and watch him cuckold me?

Do you think he has
the slightest chance?

Ross?

No, I imagine not.

But you do imagine!

Because of Hugh,
you have all manner of suspicion.

As if I would even look twice
at such a man as Adderley!

Then make it clear that
you would not.

How? By not allowing him
to paw every bone in your arm

from wrist to shoulder!

Ross, what am I to do?

I'm in London for the first time -
unacquainted with its ways.

A man pays me compliments -

an educated, well-bred
Member of Parliament!

Do I turn my back
and refuse to answer

or do I smack his face
and spit on his shoe?

Forgive me.

That was unfair of me.

Yes, it was.

It won't happen again.

First a pocket borough,
now a pocket MP.

Roger Wilbraham resigned?
He did not.

But in exchange for certain
"inducements",

he has agreed to vote as I direct.

And at a cheaper rate than
I would have paid Adderley.

Papa is very clever.

He most certainly is.

Ross, how lovely!

Lark's heel, mignonette,
love lies bleeding...

Some I've never seen before.

Perhaps you should read the note.

Captain Adderley?!

Shall I throw them in the gutter?

You think?

But could we not keep 'em?

As you wish.

I only thought
it would be a sin to waste 'em

but... now I wonder,
did it give Ross the wrong notion?

Ross is no fool. He could hardly feel
threatened by an idiot like Adderley.

You think?

There's no comparison.

For instance, at this very moment,
where is Ross?

In the House.

Exactly.
Doing his duty at an important vote.

Whereas Adderley will be
making a nuisance of himself

in some disreputable establishment
or other.

Welcome, my dear.

You've kept me waiting,
but no matter.

The pleasure will be
all the greater.

How did you...?

Mrs Parkins.

I said I was your brother.

I'm sorry, Captain Adderley,
but I must ask you to leave.

I see my flowers have
pride of place.

Captain Adderley,
I'm a married woman.

Yes, I'm quite aware.

And I've stationed a man outside,

who'll delay your husband
long enough to let me... slip away.

So.

Shall we come to the matter?

Or would you prefer to converse
a while?

Shall we talk of...

the men I've killed?

Or the women I've loved?

Must we speak of love at all?

I think so!

For I intend to instruct you
most delicately in it.

You see? How swiftly I arouse you?

You flatter yourself.

Do I?

Let me assure you.

This is no trivial fancy.

I find you... utterly bewitching.

Tell me.

Do you cry out when a man takes you?

I must ask you to leave.

Have you ever had another man
besides your husband?

Sir! Are you a gentleman?
I hope so!

Forgive me,
I am unsure of London manners,

but is it not a gentleman's duty
to withdraw when a lady asks him?

Only when the gentleman
has already been in.

Mrs Parkins will show you out.

May I wait on you some other time?

I think not.

I see.

It's not me you're afraid of,
but your husband.

Does he beat you?

Frequently.

When his arm gets tired,
tell him to send for me.

Goodnight, Ma'am.

You think I encouraged him.
Do you think you encouraged him?

I don't know, Ross!

Since the ball I can't rightly say
if anything I do is right or wrong.

What must I do, Ross?

How must I behave?

You know very well how to behave.

Sir. You risk losing your seat.

Would you guard it for me?
Certainly.

This seat is bespoke.

Well, now it is!

You're a relative novice, Poldark,
so let me advise you.

There's no such
thing in the House as "my" seat.

Is there... such a thing as
"my" gloves?

Because you appear to be
sitting on them.

My dear, you're mistook.

Why would I wish to touch
any of your worn possessions?

I do beg your pardon.

My gloves were indeed beneath you.

Or was it the other way round?

'Sir,

'the insult you paid me in the House

'was of a nature
which brooks no apology.

'I therefore desire you to meet me
at dawn in Hyde Park on Thursday

'with a brace of pistols.

'My second will be John Craven

'and I desire the meeting
be kept secret...'

"for reasons
which will be plain to you."

Well, it's absurd!

Over a brief skirmish in the House?

Obviously you'll ignore it.

I've already accepted.

Ross, are you mad?
The man's a renowned duellist.

He's killed five men! So have I.

In a duel? With pistols?

I will practise tomorrow.

Of course you know why I'm here.

To ask me to be your second?
I accept.

Thank you. Because then I have
the right to use my best endeavours

to have the whole
sorry nonsense called off.

On what grounds
would you agree to withdraw?

Ross, for God's sake!

Does Demelza know?
No. Nor must Caroline.

Tomorrow I plan
a day of distractions.

Demelza will be so tired
she'll sleep late the morning after.

Ross, I beg you - reconsider.

These affairs
can never be hushed up.

And if your involvement is even
suspected you could lose everything.

The entire situation is absurd.

Do you think you could persuade
Adderley to withdraw?

Do you think you could persuade
Poldark?

Ross, you must take Demelza home.
We've completely exhausted her.

Yes. Quite right.

I spoke with Craven.

Adderley will not withdraw.

If anything,
he's more stubborn than you.

I could have told you that.

Ross, go to him.

Tell him you've no interest
in false heroics.

You're a veteran of
the American War.

If he calls you a coward,
people will only laugh at him.

Sleep well?

Like a baby.

Knowing that my dearest friend

is about to indulge in
an act of utter madness.

Let's not overdramatize, Dwight.

But, if his aim is better than mine,
which is likely...

may I ask that you and Caroline take
care of Demelza and the children?

There is still time to come to
an accommodation.

As God is my judge. I thought
you'd scuttled back to Cornwall.

Captain Adderley. No-one knows
of this encounter but ourselves.

You have nothing to lose
and everything to gain by looking

on it as a superficial quarrel,
not worthy of bloodshed.

Shake hands and both go home to
a hearty breakfast.

Very well.

If Captain Poldark
will apologise now -

and undertake to send me
a written apology

couched in suitable terms...

I might consider it.

Though I should think
very ill of him if he did.

Well?

Ross?

My only regret is that
I apologised in the first place.

We're wasting time.

It must all be over
before the city wakes.

Have you your pistols, gentlemen?

Forgive me, my love.

Ross?

It's time.

A moment. No-one knows of this
duel but we four.

Yes?

So if I should wound or kill you,
I shall waste no time enquiring

after your health, but shall
ride away as fast as I can.

If... by mischance,
you should injure me,

I suggest you do likewise.

And the injured party's
been set upon by footpads.

Agreed.

I should hate to languish in jail
for shedding your blood, my dear.

Gentlemen, if you please.

14 paces. I shall count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

11.

12.

13.

14.

Attend.

Present!

Fire!

Enough! Honour is satisfied!

Lay down your pistols
and go home now.

Argh!

Ross!

Adderley, is he...?
Dr Enys! Help me!

Go! Go to him. Go.

Get something round your arm
or you'll bleed to death!

Blasted pistols.

Damn near missed you altogether!

Where's Craven gone?
To get a carriage.

You get off, Poldark -
that's what we agreed.

I'll stay till the carriage comes.
You idiot!

No time for heroics.

Wish I'd shot your head off!

Can you ride home? Then go.
Adderley's right.

Craven might come back with the Watch.
I'll stay till the carriage arrives.

Damn you, Poldark - damn
and blast you to all eternity.

Adderley?

Hold this. I'll come with you.
And I.

No. Fair's fair.

Conditions have been observed.

Go home and send for a physician.

Can you manage?
I'll come to you presently.

Ross, get away from this place.

The Watch will be here any minute.

Under the arms. Quickly.

Judas! Ross! Drink this.

Dwight!

Adderley! How is he?

I extracted the ball.
It was lodged in the groin.

Will he live?

Demelza, fetch me some water.

The ball's hit
a splinter off the radius.

I'll have to take that
piece of bone out.

Demelza, have you brandy?

Forget the brandy.
Do what you must.

As you wish.

Stay very still.

Stay still.

It's done.

Demelza,
you look as if you would faint.

Pour yourself a brandy.

To the Prime Minister.

Requesting an audience.

But how could you ever
hope for such a thing?

Because, my dear,
he's in need of votes.

And I now have two
to place at his disposal.

Though, I suppose I must now break
the bad news to Adderley.

That he must keep to his less
lucrative seat in Shropshire?

He has a strong constitution.
I dare say he'll cope.

Why did Ross do this?

You know men
and their codes of honour.

Ross would have lost respect
had he not fought.

What else might he have lost?

His family?

His career? His life?!

Is this my fault?

Did they not quarrel over me?

Ross and I were happy.

I was... I was excited.

Everything was new, but...

Maybe I freer than I should've been.

Maybe I'm too free everywhere.

My manners too open.
Jeez, why did I come?

My dear, you might visit London
20 times without this happening.

Take heart it's no worse.

Stay here. It may be the Watch.

Adderley is dead.

Dear God! Judas!

He's given out that he was
practising in the park

with pistols
and accidentally shot himself.

He asked Craven to write
that you were a damned fool to

stay in the park until the carriage
came - for now there is a witness.

Adderley paid him
ten guineas to stop his mouth.

Therefore you now owe
Adderley that sum.

He wishes for the debt
to be paid to George Warleggan

in settlement of a wager.

Concerning myself?

He does not say.

Why the sombre looks?
Did somebody die?

"Death by misadventure"?

So an accident.

Of course not! The inquest verdict
must - and will - be overturned!

On what grounds?

On the grounds that he was murdered
in a duel by Ross.

Do we know this?

What we know is that Ross is
wounded and confined to his chamber.

What further proof is required? Why
has he not been arrested already?

And yet - forgive me, dear -
I've as much wish as you to see

justice done, but... has anyone
actually accused Ross of anything?

Did Adderley?

No, no. He claimed his wounds
were self-inflicted

and that his great friend Craven
"just happened to be passing".

And that Enys was miraculously strolling
in the park at the same ungodly hour.

Then what more can be said?

The carriage driver. What attempts
have been made to trace him?

My dear...

Why do you care?

There's nothing to be done.

As I understand it,
once a verdict has been reached,

it cannot be overturned.

No.

Unless there's fresh... evidence.

You will find me two men

who are willing to undertake
enquiries of a clandestine nature.

There will be a significant reward.

Dr Behenna believes
you have suffered greatly

since your miscarriage.

He's mistaken.

I believe it was for the best.

I could not have loved the child.

I would have been prevented
from loving it.

It would have been taken from me
as John Conan has been.

Dr Behenna believes
you have lost your wits

and has arranged for you to go to
a place where they can be recovered.

How very kind of him, ma'am.

You know who that is?

Sir John Mitford.

The Attorney General.

My uncle and he were
at the Inns of Court together.

Introduce me.

And what do you make of this sad demise of
one of our most promising young politicians,

Captain Monk Adderley?
A particular friend of ours.

And to think of his being
so callously murdered.

I believe the verdict was
"misadventure".

Yes, my dear,
but no-one believes actually that.

You mean this, erm,
this story of a duel?

What's the other fellow's name?
Poldark.

A despicable creature.

Well, then, so was Adderley.

Pity they didn't kill each other,

Well, sir, they did not, and, and,

and should Poldark now go free
without even being charged?

My dear, can you expect Sir John to
pursue every criminal in the land?

In any case, there's no suggestion

this Poldark fellow
didn't shoot him in fair fight.

But duelling is illegal, sir.

The law decrees it differs
not one jot from ordinary murder.

Yes, as it happens, sir,
I am acquainted with the law.

If a man is killed in a duel,
his opponent shall be indicted for murder.

The law, however, demands evidence.

Rumour and suspicion
are notoriously unreliable

when they go into the witness box.

When you have more to go on than
drawing-room gossip

do let me know.

Well, my friend,

it appears you will not after all be
challenging Tholly to a hook-fight.

Dwight, thank God!

But if you'll take my advice, as soon as
you're fit to travel, return to Cornwall.

The law could still move against you
if witnesses come to light.

But it will easier do so here than
300 miles away.

Heed him, Ross.

I appreciate your concern.

But? If I flee, it will
seem to confirm my guilt

so I will remain here.

Hello?

What's this I hear? Uncle Ross
has been shooting off his own hand?

It appears I'm not the Poldark
who knows how to misbehave.

Morwenna?

Good riddance!

Drake?

I came because...

I want to explain...

why I shunned you
after Osborne died.

It was too soon.

I see that now.

No matter how unhappy you were,
he was your husband.

He was an animal...

who...

who abused me
in every possible way.

I was nothing to him
but an object to satisfy his lust.

So when he died
and you came to me...

and all I could see was a man.

And all that we had
with each other...

all that was beautiful...

and all that was true...

was turned in my mind to baseness.

So I cannot look on love,
on carnal love, without revulsion.

If your hands touched me,
I would think of his hands.

If you kissed me,
I would think of his mouth.

And the thought of...

And the thought of flesh
any flesh against my own...

Forgive me.

Forgive me. I can never...

Morwenna!

Anything?

Every time,
he wriggles off the hook!

Is our happiness
contingent on his demise?

Or your rise contingent on his fall?

This came for you.

The Prime Minister's office.

He will meet me next week.

And I will know what price to name
for my two votes.

The right to address my wife
as Lady Warleggan.

A knighthood?

And in a few years, a baronetcy
which my son will inherit.

This is a pleasant family scene!

How was the museum, my love?

Most diverting, Mama.

The mummies especially! Perhaps,
next time, I can take Valentine.

Valentine, leave Aurelia now,
it's time for your supper.

I think he's going to fight a duel!

Lord, why have
I never noticed this before?

What?

Is he not the very spit
and image of Uncle Ross?

Ha!

Faster, Valentine.

Faster!

Poor Horace wonders why
he must be abandoned.

Poor Horace knows that I've already
stayed longer than intended

and must return to my patients.

Horace wonders why Dr Enys cannot find
it in his heart to love London as he does.

Horace knows that
he and I are of different breeds.

At times our habits coincide.

At others they do not.

Is this not what we chose when
we pledged ourselves to each other?

Perhaps Horace will return to
Cornwall sooner than he thought.

Perhaps he will.

I knew it was too soon
to be out and about.

Folk would've forgot if you'd
stayed out of sight, but now...?

Shall we take some refreshments?
I must speak with George.

No, Ross! I think
this may not be the time.

I promised Adderley.

George!

As you may know, I had a meeting
with your friend,

Captain Adderley.

And before he died he asked me
to convey a message.

Concerning?

The sum of ten guineas.

I understand he made some wager
with you, which he lost.

He requested that
I pay you on his behalf.

I cannot imagine.

What's happened?

Is there something I can do?

No, Ross.

There's nothing you can do.

Ross.

No.

No, what?

I have no idea why George was
so vicious towards me.

It's not what I wanted to ask.

What, then?

Whether you truly feel safe.

From the law, I mean.

I feel safe.

And your arm?

Is mending.

It will all seem better
in the morning.

Demelza?

"My dearest Ross..."

"by the time you read this
I will be gone."

"Dwight is returning Cornwall
and I am going with him.

"I am out of my depth
in London society."

"My wish to be friendly and polite"

"was taken by some
to mean something more."

"It was even taken by you
to mean something more."

"I am going home."

"To your house and your farm
and your mine and your children."

"And when you return, we'll see
if there is anything to be done."

What do you want, George?

But you never will let go of
your suspicions.

You have wealth, power, position.

He is your child.

Ross! You cannot.
Do not follow me.

You have my family's home.
And you have Elizabeth.

What are you going to do? Shoot me?

Your son is speaking to you.

Is he?

I understand the kind of trollop
you are.

Get out of my house. George!

There is nothing I can do
to prove he is your son.

I think the child is coming.

Nothing I can do
to assure his happiness.

I have no intention
of ruining your evening.

You have ruined more than that!