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Propose.

~ Two.
~ What's the stake?

Your ring.

Gambling again, Poldark.
Remind me why you enlisted.

To escape the gallows, sir.

Your crime?

Brawling, sir. Free trading,
assaulting a customs official.

Wastrels and thieves, the lot of you.

But you'll soon have the honour
of redeeming yourselves -

in the service of King and country.

Do you doubt the justice
of our cause, sir?

What cause would that be,
sir? Liberty or tyranny?

Ah!

You want to leave here? Or die here?

On your feet, man! On your feet!

Pray do not be reckless,

I wish you to return.

It won't be for long.

You'll forget me.

Never!

Are you sure?

I trust I may believe the evidence
of my own eyes, dear.

Was he not reported dead?

Better if he had been! He's brought
little credit to his family.

His father was no
different. A scoundrel.

And a libertine.

Still, the family name
counts for something.

And now he's to inherit.

Is my father dead?

Oh, sir! Bless me!

We had no idea you were awake.

When did he die?

Some six months past.

You'd had no word?

None that reached me.

How was the war, sir?

As any war, ma'am.

A waste of good men.

You are not going home to Nampara?

To my Uncle Charles first, ma'am.

Since my father will
evidently not be at home,

I must look for a welcome elsewhere.

Do the honours, Verity.
And no half-measures!

I couldn't eat another morsel.

Piffle, girl, you're
as thin as a wraith.

We must fatten you up!

Perhaps Francis will
be able to coax her.

I happen to like her...
just as she is.

~ Was that the door?
~ Were you expecting someone, my dear?

She's too valuable here to be
thinking of gentlemen callers!

I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, Ross!

We'd given up all hope.

Stap me, boy! You survived!

Good to see you again, cousin!

We had quite despaired
- hadn't we, Elizabeth?

Yes.

Elizabeth!

I'd no idea you'd be here.

Do tell us, Ross, how we
managed to lose the war!

By choosing the wrong side, ma'am.

I couldn't have wished
for a better homecoming.

I must speak with you, Ross.

Yes, of course.

And what will you do with
yourself now, nephew?

You'll find Nampara
not as you left it.

Damn me, boy!

If we hadn't thought you'd
gone to join the blest above!

Great Aunt, I'm glad to see you
are still of the blest below.

We'd had no word from you, so...

Sit here, Ross. You
must be exhausted.

Elizabeth, fetch me my wrap.

Yes, Mama.

I seem to have interrupted a party.

Is this in honour of the
peace or of the next war?

No, erm...

The occasion is...

Something far more pleasant.

My boy is to be married.

But that's tremendous!

Who is to be?

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Naturally we're delighted
that our two ancient

and distinguished families
will be united.

Did my father suffer much, Uncle?

Ah... a pitiful end.

Affairs in tatters

and next-to-nothing left
for you to inherit.

Not that we thought you'd
be back to claim it.

It's a poor Cornwall
you've returned to.

Taxes sky-high, wages in the gutter.

Mine closures every other week.

Bad as you, lad! Scarred
for life, on its knees.

I can't stay.

I've only called to let
you know I've returned.

I must trouble you
for a horse, Charles.

But first, a toast.

To Elizabeth and Francis.

May they find happiness together.

Elizabeth and Francis.

Jud?

Prudie?

On your feet, now!

Judas!

~ Is it Mr Ross?
~ Back from the grave!

You were my father's
personal servants.

You were left in a position of trust.

Well, pick me liver,
what could us do?

Left alone wi' no master to guide us?

I'll guide you with the
side of my foot in future.

But see, 'twas rumoured
you were dead.

Perhaps you started the tale?

Ain't no call to accuse us, Mr Ross,

ted'n right, ted'n fair,
ted'n fit, ted'n friendly.

You'll get "friendly" if I don't
see my face reflected in this floor

by the time you're done!

~ Ross looked well.
~ He did.

Better than one might have expected.

Considering one thought him dead.

Elizabeth will make a fine
Mistress of Trenwith.

Not for three months, Aunt.

Your father thinks
it should be sooner.

~ Does he?
~ His view is,

if two young people
wish to be together,

what is there to wait for?

Can it be?

~ Isn't a ghost!
~ See for yourself!

We 'eard you took a bullet!

Dodged a few.

And got a title?

Cap'n Poldark! An' the war?

An education, Jim.

Well... what happened here?

Since yer father died,
we've 'ad no repairs.

I'll remedy that. You were
my father's tenants,

now you're mine.

Nay, Ross, you've enough to think
of wi' ruined home and barren land.

I have hands, do I not?
A spade, a plough...

Well, we can 'elp 'ee.

~ I cannot pay you.
~ I would not expect it.

You labour long enough in my
uncle's mine for a pittance,

~ I'll not have you serve me for nothing.
~ Ross?

What did happen out there?

I grew up.

Mr Poldark to see
you, Miss Elizabeth.

My dear, I have great news!

Your father left very
little of value.

The house, two derelict mines,
a few decaying cottages.

~ The land, I fear, has been left to rot?
~ Entirely.

So you come to enquire as to credit?

As your friend, I would
back you to the hilt.

As your banker, I'm
obliged to disappoint.

Your father had debts, your
property is mortgaged,

your land has no income.

~ I'm a poor risk.
~ Quite so.

And my tenants? Can
I do nothing for them?

I know you have an affection
for these people,

but you can barely support
yourself, let alone them.

~ Then you'd advise me...
~ Look to your own devices.

Seek your fortune as
and where you may.

Beggars cannot be choosers.

I hope you may rely on the
friend, if not the banker.

I hope so, too.

For I need all the friends I can get.

Ross Poldark is alive.

That wastrel?

At school, I rather admired him.

He said what he thought,
did what he liked.

And where did it get him?

It got him a following.

Something we frequently
fail to acquire.

I wonder if he might
not be useful to us?

His father's dead. He has
no obvious source of income.

If we could rally him to our cause.

~ To what end?
~ He has an ancient family name -

doors which are closed
to us might open for him.

What inducements could we offer?

His need at present must be severe.

You mean to buy his friendship?

I would rather he bestowed
it willingly.

I find people are very friendly
when they cannot afford not to be.

Elizabeth, where are you going?

~ I must speak with Ross, Mama.
~ To what purpose?

To explain, to ask him,
"What shall we do?"

There is nothing to do. You
are engaged to Francis.

But Ross and I...

Where is he now? Has
he come to see you?

What can he offer you but poverty,
uncertainty, a dubious reputation?

~ I do not care about reputation.
~ But you should.

Francis adores you. You will
be Mistress of Trenwith.

Had Ross not returned, would you
have the slightest hesitation?

He HAS returned.

If he still cared for you...

would he not have been
at the door by now?

Just clearing the field, Mr Ross.

A cheering spectacle.

And a needful one.

Hard work is now required if
we're to put food on the table.

'Ard work?

I can see you're unfamiliar
with the concept.

Let me clarify -

we have nothing to live on beyond
the fruits of our own labours.

We shall need to tighten our belts.

And in some cases that
can only be to the good.

Verity!

You would have been
surprised to hear...

about Elizabeth.

I had no option on the girl.

It was strange how it happened -

one moment she barely noticed
Francis, the next...

She noticed his mine,
his house, his estate?

That was uncalled for.

The wedding's in a fortnight.

So soon?

I wish I could help you, my dear.

I must find my own way out of this.

An alarming prospect, is it not?

A lifetime with me.

I cannot promise to be
as fascinating as some.

Or as bold or... reckless.

But one thing I can promise you...

.. my undying love.

And gratitude.

But if there is something
that still troubles you.

If there is something that
you wish to tell me...

There is.

I wish to tell you...

that I cannot wait to be your wife.

~ Should you be doing this?
~ I cannot afford a farm hand.

Your father would not have
wished you to stoop.

My father would not have
wished me to starve.

She's proved a poor legacy.

Certainly a fickle one.

Well, her time may come again.

Perhaps I should examine her.

Is that wise?

How deep did they drive it?

30 fathoms? Most of it'll
be under water by now.

Ross, my erm... my
father's concerned...

.. that... you should
make the right choices.

Face... Face certain realities.

Accept that your future
may lie elsewhere.

I thank him for his concern.

Ross, you do know I'm
to be married next week?

And?

You've... You've not yet
accepted our invitation.

~ I have things to attend to.
~ But you must come.

I am not one for ceremonies.

Ross, it is our dearest wish...

Ross? Ross?

You must understand, when I first
met Elizabeth, there was no thought

of my coming between you.

But what could I do?

My feelings... Our feelings
for each other...

For God's sake, must
you rub my nose in it?!

Ross! For pity's...

Why the hell don't you learn to swim?

For a moment, I thought
you'd let me drown.

For a moment, I thought so, too.

Elizabeth...

.. will thou have this man
as your wedded husband?

'To live together after
God's ordinance

'in a state of holy matrimony?

'Will thou love, honour
and keep him...'

'.. forsaking all others...

'.. so long as you both shall live?'

I will.

Those who God hath joined together
let no man put asunder.

Watch out, sir!

George has done well for himself.

As you'll discover, the
Warleggans are on the rise.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is
a proud day for the Poldarks.

I wish you could dance, Ross.

I thank an American musket
for sparing me the ordeal.

Perhaps I should have purchased
her for you, nephew.

I broker my own business these days.

She'll be wasted here.

These Poldarks have nothing
beyond the name.

Mine on its knees and
mortgaged to the hilt,

Warleggan's Bank may send in the
bailiffs as and when it chooses.

This is elegant talk
for a wedding, Uncle(!)

Talk of a profit is always
elegant, George.

My compliments on the scratch!

Was it got in any actual fighting
or another gambling brawl?

Old habits die hard.

I was sorry to hear of your father.

We have something in common.

Both fatherless, hostages
to our family's fortune.

And there the similarity ends.

Cornwall is changing. These
are difficult times.

I trust you will feel you
can rely on your friends.

~ What for?
~ Well, whatever you might require.

Thank you, George, I
believe I can manage.

Do you believe breeding
can ever be bought?

You should ask your uncle.

Elizabeth would be delighted by talk
of bailiffs on her wedding day.

Elizabeth's delight is surely
no longer your concern.

There you are, Ross! I've
been sent to find you.

Let the fight commence!

You see, he hadn't left after all!

I was glad to see you at church.

You must wonder why
I wished you there.

After that night, when
we had no chance to speak,

I thought you would come to see me.

Why would I do that?

To give me a chance to
explain, to apologise...

For what?

There was no formal
undertaking between us.

Not officially, no...

.. but you know there was something,

an understanding.

But three years is a long time, Ross.

Elizabeth, remember your duty as
a bride is to all your guests.

I've no taste for fighting, Mama.

Are you a fan of the sport, Ross?

Perhaps you'll instruct
me in its finer points.

I doubt there are any
subtleties of combat

on which I can offer
you advice, ma'am.

I'll send Francis to you.

You mustn't blame my mother -

~ this was my decision.
~ And we must abide by it.

And we shall be neighbours.

And friends?

If you say so.

Feeling neglected, my dear?

May I claim my bride, Ross?

~ Still a good day for Poldarks?
~ Don't encourage her.

The dark Poldark or the fair?

'The stronger rises'

as the weaker falls.

For all is fair in love and war.

Still feeding that pair of wastrels?

If you turf them out, you
could afford to buy stock.

They were my father's friends.

You drive yourself hard, boy.

Keeps me out of mischief.

I'm not unfeeling, Ross.

I know your father had the worst
of the land and the property.

The lot of a younger son.

I'd like to show you something.

What do you see?

Grambler, your mine.

Not so.

What you see is the past.

Does it not still produce?

Precious little.

And nothing to trouble
the Welsh mines,

where they're dragging
it out by the cartload.

Meantime, we're sunk in debt,

the bankers have us by the throat.

I'm sorry.

And your mines? What of them?

Even worse than Grambler.

Derelict, both of them.

Your land? Barren.

There's nothing for you here, boy.

Your future lies elsewhere.

A change of profession.

The law, perhaps?
Or even the church?!

~ Do you really not know me, Uncle?
~ A move to London. Oxford?

I'll fund it.

Your education, your expenses.

I believe it's what your
father would have wanted.

And Francis?

What do you believe he would want?

~ For you to prosper.
~ Away from here.

I think that would be
best for all concerned.

~ I'll think on it.
~ You should be biting my hand off!

And may yet do so.

But till I've exhausted every
possibility of making a living

on my own land, among
my own people...

Damn your stubbornness, boy!

The land is useless,
its people are starving,

what possible reason
is there to stay?!

Today's market day?

Aye, sir, 'tis, sir.

Well, don't stand there gawping, Jud,

fetch me my father's pocket watch.

Hey, that's my dog!

Get away! Get off him!

Garrick! Get off him! Garrick!

Enough!

Take my advice, you run.

Or else?

~ Have they hurt you, child?
~ Don't 'ee "child" me, mister.

I think we've provided
enough sport for one day.

Anyone know this child?

Tom Carne's daughter from Illugan.

She'll get the strap if
he catches 'er from 'ome,

and in 'er brother's clothes!

Easy, girl. No-one will rob you.

I came to see if the boy was...

Oh...

~ You were right to step in.
~ I'm glad you think so.

I'm sure the child is grateful.

Doubt it.

Elizabeth?

They did hurt you.

~ Not they.
~ Then who?

~ (Father.)
~ What?
~ Father.

~ Beats you?
~ Most days.

Family?

Six brothers.

Do you love your father?

Bible says I must.

What's your name?

~ (Demelza Carne.)
~ Speak up, child.

Demelza Carne.

Ross Poldark.

Befriending the rabble, Ross?

One would never guess
you were a gentleman.

It takes one to know
one, I believe, George.

For a man so impecunious,
he's very full of himself.

Perhaps he considers us tradesmen.

~ Which we are.
~ Were.

It's a pity he owns
nothing worth having.

Come.

I am taking you home to Illugan.

He may do so in the future.

When he does, it will be my
pleasure to take it from him.

Go.

You're back early.
How was market day?

Not without incident.

♪ There was an old couple
and they was poor...

♪ They lived in a house
that had but one door

♪ Oh, what a poor couple
was they, was they... ♪

Illugan's that way.

Thank you, sir.

♪ There was an old couple
and they was poor

♪ Tweedle, tweedle, go twee

♪ I've been sick since
you have been gone... ♪

I'm in need of a kitchenmaid.

You'd get food, lodging,
proper clothing.

I want someone strong,
for the work is hard.

How far?

Too far to run home.

But perhaps you don't wish to come.

There be Garrick, sir,

him and me be friends.

Where I go, he goes.

~ Who 'ee 'ave 'ere?
~ This is Demelza.

She's to help in the kitchen.

Pickin' up brats'll bring
you no end o' trouble.

See to the horse.

She'll be seethin' with crawlers.

Not if I give her the same
treatment I gave you.

Ted'n right, ted'n fair,
ted'n fit, ted'n proper.

If you work for me, you must
be clean, do you understand?

~ No lice.
~ Yes, sir.

~ Ain't no vittles for her.
~ Find some.

Scarce feed ourselves, how you
going to feed another beside?

Leave that to me.

Wha' she be smirkin' at?

Blatherin' blasted brat!

~ How old she be?
~ Old enough to know 'er own mind!

Not too big to feel
the back of my hand.

Don't need no help,
managed fine till now.

Ted'n right, ted'n fit, ted'n proper.

Prudie? When did this letter come?

Just now, sir, from
your Uncle Charles.

Don't lurk out there, girl. Come in.

Have Jud and Prudie made you welcome?

Of course not.

You must learn to stand
up for yourself.

Show them you have a mind of your
own and you will not be dictated to.

Clear this away.

To Prudie, not your dog.

Yes, sir.

I been thinkin', sir,
about Garrick, sir,

and he be outside, whining to get in.

Let him whine.

Aye, sir.

But he be clean, he
ain't got no crawlers.

All dogs have crawlers, I'll
have none of them in my house.

Now go do as I bid you.

Ross? I wasn't expecting...

Is my uncle in?

Did you enjoy market day?

What time will my uncle be back?

You caused quite a stir.

Though not everyone appreciated
your intervention.

The child did.

She got home safely?

I thought to employ the
girl, as a kitchenmaid.

Her family appear to
care little for her.

You should send her back to them
- people are quick to judge.

Are you?

I shouldn't have come.

~ I can see it upsets you.
~ Ross, it's not your coming here...

What, then?!

It hurts to think how
you must hate me.

Good God, Elizabeth,

you of all people should know...

.. from the moment I set eyes
on you, no-one else existed.

~ While I was away, all I could think
about was coming back to you.
~ Ross...

Did we really not mean
those things we said?

That day I left,

was there really nothing between us?

~ Is there really nothing between us now?
~ I thought you were dead!

How can you come to me now and ask
me things you know I can't answer?

Why can't you answer?

Why can't you answer?!

There's nothing for you here, Ross.

I love Francis.

You must forget me and
make your life elsewhere.

You may rely upon it.

At least let us part as friends.

We can never be friends.

Tell my uncle he has his wish.

What wish? Ross?

What wish?!

~ Tell the girl to fetch her belongings...
~ Eh?

~ She's leaving.
~ Leaving?
~ As am I.

~ You, sir?
~ To London. She to her father.

But 'er father's 'ere.

What can I do for you?

What can he do...

.. when he slocked my
daughter, enticed 'er away?

~ Where is she?
~ No idea.

They searched the 'ouse.

~ By whose permission?
~ I need no permission to come after me own!

That's why you bring your family?

Not man enough to
do the job yourself?

I brought more than we.

~ So you can take her home and beat her?
~ Is that your business?

~ If I choose to make it so.
~ All right, boys... scat!

Sir? There be 'ordes of 'em!

'Llugan folk don't 'old wi'
thievin'. We come for justice.

An army against one
man? That's brave!

Afeared, are ye?

On the contrary, you couldn't
have come at a better time!

Lord save 'im!

Nay, stand off, boys.

I'll handle this myself.

What business 'ave 'ee 'ere?

Naught with 'ee, but wi' your fancy
gent who stole a 'Llugan maid!

And we're here to take her back!

Good luck to 'ee!

Mr Francis! Mr Francis!

They be killin' Mr Ross!

Devil are you saying, woman?

They be murderin' 'im, sir!

Mr Ross be fightin' for 'is life!

You must go to him, Francis,
you must help him!

~ The woman exaggerates.
~ For pity's sake!

Take Elizabeth inside.

Be so good as to close
the door on your way out.

'Ee be alive, sir!

It would appear so.

Any sign of the girl?

I ain't seen 'er since
God knows when.

'Appen she run away, sir.

'Appen that be for the best, sir.

I'm inclined to agree with you.

She appears to be more
trouble than she's worth.

Where's Jud?

Gone to fight the
Illugan miners, sir.

'Appen he be dead
himself before long.

And I left a widow, all forlorn.

You 'eard 'im, he don't
want thee 'ere.

"More trouble than she's
worth." His words, not mine.

Now, hop it, girl.
Back where 'ee belong.

In God's name, what happened?

Francis?

They'll not thank him for dragging
them into his folly.

Which gives him even
less reason to stay.

He means to leave?

He's been invited to leave.

What have you done, Father?

They'll be nursing their
bruises till next back end!

So you leave me at home
to dispatch one man,

while you treat yourselves
to a full-scale brawl?

Aye, sir. That's the
truth of it, sir.

~ Won't happen again.
~ Don't say that!

Quarrels of my own making I'll
fight my own way, you understand?

~ 'Twas a matter of pride.
~ Nay, of personal affront.

The quarrel was mine.

Hey, Ross, friends don't stand by
when one of their own's at stake.

Come the day Wheal Leisure's fit,
she can count on us 'n' all.

I don't like it, Father.

You'd like it less
if you lost your wife.

You're assuming I can't
keep her myself.

Can you?

♪ The old man he went far from home

♪ Tweedle, Tweedle, go twee

♪ The old man he went far
from home All the while...

♪ Oh, what a weak woman
was she Was she

♪ Oh, what a weak woman was she

♪ Oh, I've been sick
since you have been gone

♪ Tweedle, Tweedle, go twee... ♪

What have you got to sing about?

You're making a mistake.

~ Am I?
~ Your place is here. Your land, your mines.

Are you asking me to stay, Elizabeth?

I'm saying that everything that
matters to you is in Cornwall.

Where did you think I was going?

To London. Your uncle said...

My uncle's mistaken.

Then what are you doing?

I lost sight of something.

I came in search of it.

Having found it, I'm going home.

What's that to you?

My inheritance.

~ Are we acquainted, ma'am?
~ We could be.

'Twill end in tears.

~ Will we be blamed?
~ Did we furnish the pistol?

And I would sooner gamble
on a vein of copper

and the sweat of 50 men than
by the turn of a card.

Look to your liberty, cousin,

for a great many girls would be glad
to acquire the name of Poldark.

You don't belong here.

'Whatever was between you, she's
put it behind her. So must you.'

You be wanting rid of me?

~ Francis, I urge you to consider...
~ That anyone may abuse our trust.

You are a disgrace to
the name of Poldark.