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Cannot a woman love two men?
Cannot a man love two women?

Francis!

Why the hell didn't
you learn to swim?

Francis sank his last six
hundred pounds into Wheal Grace.

I want Elizabeth to have it back.

I could alleviate her
poverty if I chose,

but I choose to let her feel it.

Beware that man's
pitchfork and his tail.

Are you not afeared?
There's talk of an informer.

It could be anyone.
I'm not sure who to trust.

We could bring the
cargo ashore and hide it.

A secret cache? I dislike it, Ross.

The proposal is to
purchase your debt.

The person concerned regards
it as a mark of faith.

Caroline must marry with my consent.
I am a gentleman, sir.

And she is an heiress!

He scarcely knows I'm there!
You think I no longer love you?

So you are not to be
rid of me, my love.

Will there be war, do you think?
Inevitably.

One does not send an
anointed king to the guillotine

and expect no consequences.

People are nervous.

Well they might be.

Jacobin clubs close, folk dig
out old weaponry in readiness.

For war or for free trading?

Trencrom appears to be
plotting his next run,

our informants have being lying low

so hopefully we'll
catch 'em off guard.

Garrick! Go to! See 'em off!

Nay, Mistress Poldark, we come
at the behest of Mr Trencrom.

I know why 'ee come
and who sent 'ee!

Garrick, Garrick!

What do you think?

I reckon there's more
tin in this than copper.

Well copper lodes do
often peter out that way.

What happens further down?

Is there more chance of
copper at greater depth?

Some would say our only chance.

What do you say?

That she's been a
grievous disappointment

and never a sign o'
the old Trevorgie lode

whether we come at it
from leisure or from Grace.

Yet Mark Daniel swore...

Mark Daniel swore...

If I were you I'd not
throw good money after bad.

Cap'n Henshawe reckons we've
enough coal to last two weeks.

Three if we close the lower levels.

But our only hope is to go deeper?

Then we go deeper.

Mr Trencrom do send his regrets...

Mr Trencrom can keep his
regrets and take his goods.

'Twas never the agreement to leave
them laying there three weeks

afore they're fetched!

'Tis taking advantage.
Don't like folks taking advantage

and neither do Ross.

Is it true? Your promissory
note was paid?

It seems we both have
a mysterious benefactor.

Could it be the same?

Who knows?
I'm glad of it.

Though in some ways
I regret the change.

Now I've no further
interest in Grace,

you no longer have reason to call.

I will always have
reason to call...

if you wish it?

I wish it.

Those properties we spoke of -
have they been acquired?

The deal will shortly be concluded.

Unwin has his uses.

When will you demolish them?

All in good time.
First we increase the rents...

And the tenants will object.

Then we evict them,
then we demolish,

then we build.

The Warleggan bank!

Morning. Morning, Dwight

Good day t'you, Jacka. Is it?

Surgeon! Welcome! 'Ee couldn't
have come on a better day.

You're in high spirits, sir.

Well so would 'ee be
were 'ee in my shoes!

Rosina's agreed to wed me!

I hope you'll both be very happy.

Now how are you, Bettie?

Will you open your mouth
so I can look at your throat?

'Ais, sir. We have 'ee to thank.

So we have. Rosina's lipsy leg
cured, me and my consumptives.

And now earning fair
from sailmaking. So I see.

It certainly seems to
afford you a good living.

Hard work do that, surgeon,
as you did ought to know.

And when's the wedding to be?

Banns called this Sunday.
Nothing to wait for now, is there?

Your turn next, surgeon!

We shan't trouble 'ee again.
Till the next drop?

Be sure to make no
commotion as you leave

and bring the gaugers
down upon us.

My ivers!
'Tis they, the gaugers.

Go! Go!

So do 'ee bring his
fizzog home sometimes?

I be on Trencrom's
business! I be his man now!

I'll give you such a lib sin!

Hush yer clack, woman!
I didn't come home to argeefy!

No, to...

Leave him, Prudie!
Jud! That's enough!

The noble art of Cornish wrestling.

You have a message for me? Aye.

Mark Daniel's been found.

Where? Cherbourg, he was.

Then with all this kick and sprawl,

folk start to look him askance
so he slips off to the Scillies.

Can a message be got to him?
'Tis done already.

Mr Trencrom's ship, The One And All,
sets sail for France tomorrow

on a run. Look in to
St Mary's on his way to France,

Mark'll meet 'ee there,
'ee return the same way.

I don't like it, Ross.
You to be joining a smugglin' run.

There's no other way.
I must meet him.

I'll tell Mr Trencrom.

Aye, and when that's done, drag
his sneavy carcass back here!

No, 'tis too risky. Nay, but...
There is an informer about.

Last few runs, we've had no trouble,

so Trencrom do reckon
he's gone elsewhere.

Anyways 'tisn't I!

Pick me liver, do 'ee
think I be such a man?

No, of course not.
Informers be sharp and witsy!

Exactly.

I see I have a rival.

"From Rosina with love."

Is that how all your
patients address you

or just those in
receipt of miracles?

Uncle Ray bids me to travel to
London with him on the third,

so we must escape on the second.

It will make my packing
all the easier.

Instead of escaping with
a bundle through the window,

I can have my trunks downstairs
and safely stowed in the coach.

What is it? Do you
not want to marry me?

Caroline. Marrying you
openly would set a seal

on my happiness, which I don't
deserve but would gladly take.

Marrying you in secret, running
away with you at night... Yes?

It smacks of dishonesty,
of the fortune hunter.

Which we both know you are not.

Why can we not go to your uncle?

Tell him what we intend?
Have I not explained?

If we run away in secret,
Uncle Ray will be furious.

And rightly so. He'll denounce us
in the strongest possible terms.

But only to himself.

In a year, he will
calm down and then

there will be nothing to
prevent a reconciliation.

He will accept what cannot
be changed? Exactly.

But a direct confrontation -
"I will marry this man,

"with or without your blessing"

I will be going expressly
against his wishes.

He and I will argue,

his pride will prevent
him from backing down

and I will never see him again.

I acknowledge the rationale
but dislike the subterfuge.

Because you are too honourable.

Because my honour has been
compromised before! You know this.

The girl I fell in love
with, Keren Daniel,

she too was a patient of
mine and though her death

was not at my hands,
it is on my conscience.

That I understand, but...
Also on my conscience is the fact

that you are giving up
your fortune for me.

In the first place, I am not.
I am just deferring it,

and in the second, even if
I were, it would be worth it...

to be your wife.

Do you doubt me?
Not your intent.

But you may find the reality
less romantic than you imagine.

Conjugal bliss. A rare commodity.

Yes.

Are those plaguey
scavengers here again?

The Reverend and his family, yes.

In our house

Once a week, aunt.
You know our obligation.

Along with repairs to the church,
walls, bridges, alms for the poor...

A fine trick - to bleed dry the
foremost family of the district.

The once foremost family.

A pity their appetites
show no such decline.

Where's Ross? Why does
he not visit so often?

Ross has his own
affairs to attend to.

We can manage without him.

How long will you be gone?

Two days?

Depends on the weather.

The One And All will load goods in
France and return to collect me.

I'll be taking Henshawe and Paul.

Mark'll be glad to see his brother

and Henshawe knows Grace
like the back of his hand.

He'll have questions for Mark,
which might not occur to me.

Is this really our last chance?

We have two weeks of coal left.

After that, the pumping engine
stops and so does Grace.

Don't 'ee fret, maid.
Old Jud be on the case.

Well, that do make
all the diff'rence.

Why did we not look for Mark sooner?

All this time we could've had clear
direction instead of guesswork.

And Grace could be in profit.
Maybe your luck's turning.

First your mystery benefactor,
now the finding of Mark.

A change in our fortunes?
I could certainly drink to that!

Two angels in the sky.
That's a pretty picture, Hubert.

Did you colour it yourself?
Yes.

Give him ginger, oil of
anise and clarified honey,

that should settle his stomach.
Thank you.

And you, sir, are
you in good health?

Aye, sir. Weary to the bone,

up all ours of the day and night
in pursuit of the free traders.

You take your duty to heart.

If I don't, who will?

Tis a thankless task but I
expect my patience to be rewarded

and I reckon it is coming,
you can be sure of that.

You will ride to Trenwith.
To what purpose?

To alert the family to the
latest events in France -

the execution of the king, the
expected response from London.

Warn Mistress Poldark
of potential unrest.

Advise her to make secure
her windows and doors.

But will this not frighten her?

It may well.

Tell Mr Warleggan I'm grateful
for his concern, but...

..had he no other suggestions
to make? No assistance to offer?

I think he felt it would
be impertinent to interfere

with your domestic
arrangements, ma'am.

Of course. That's most thoughtful
of him. Please convey my thanks.

I'll ask Tabb to secure
all the locks and bolts.

Or better still, fetch me a pistol.

I could stop an
intruder in his tracks.

I don't doubt it, Aunt.
With or without a firearm.

To Ross?

I thought I might ask
him to call and advise us.

I know you'd welcome that.

Of course! 'Tis only my
comfort that concerns him here.

Mr Ross ain't here but
he'll see it on his return.

Bless 'ee child!

What now?
Is your master at home?

Dwight!

I don't mean to disturb you.

I called because Ross
is usually home now.

He's away a few days. Is it urgent?

Not in the ordinary sense.

Why don't you ask Jinny
to make some tea?

I know that Ross won't
mind me telling you this

but he's gone with Trencrom's ship,
dropping off at the Scilly Isles

to meet Mark Daniel.

Then The One And All
will pick up Ross

and bring him home when they
anchor off our cove for the drop.

It seems a lifetime
since that night,

when you stood between me and Mark.
He would've killed you.

And I'd have welcomed it.

I'd betrayed everyone and
everything I held most dear.

But that's... that's the last
thing I want to remember tonight.

I... I came to tell
you I'm leaving.

To be with Caroline?

How did you guess?

And you... You're to marry?
Dwight!

But her uncle forbids it,
so we must do it in secret.

We leave on Friday night.

Cannot you stay here?
Not within her uncle's reach.

And besides, I owe it to Caroline
to start afresh, in a new town,

where my history with
Keren is unknown.

Well, I'm happy for your
sake, but for ours...

You'll be sorely missed.

I want you to know - and to tell
Ross - how much I owe to you both.

Leaving like this, it's...
it's a great sorrow to me.

Marrying for love is not
a time for grieving.

Worry about us and our
ailments till Friday

but then build your new
life as if we'd never been.

Mark said he'll meet us
at the Quayside Inn.

50 men?

I'd hope to employ twice
that before next year is out!

If I could see all Grambler
and Sawle employed...

'T'would be a fine thing.
T'would indeed.

Here's to that.

And to Mark. In him we trust.

To Mark.

Miss Penvenen.

I was passing and it struck me as
remiss I have never paid a call.

And soon you'll be leaving for Bath.

Did Dwight say so?

And here I am thinking that
he might have changed his mind!

Why would he?

You know men. So changeable.

Do you not find?

I think Dr Enys is like as
any to remain steadfast.

Is that your
experience of husbands?

I mean, generally
to be relied upon?

Some tea? Why not?

And how fares Captain Poldark's
mining venture? Is that also secure?

Far from it! Dear.

Well, I suppose one
can't have everything.

I suppose one cannot.

Did Ross reply?

He did not. It's unlike
him to be so remiss.

I wonder what could
have detained him?

Brother! It's good to see 'ee!

How are you?

'Dear Dwight, I'm afraid
There's been a complication.

'We have to meet tomorrow morning.'

I never touch it now.

Keep guard on my
tongue night and day.

You know why we wished to meet?

Like 'ee said in yer letter.

'Bout what I saw down
Grace that night.

Ever since, I been trying
to think...

'Ee don't remember, brother?

I mind what I saw.
But where I see'd it...

I was fair crazed that night.

Would a plan o' the workings help?
It would, it would indeed.

Well, I, I went down here.

Go on.

I think there was water... and
then I walked in the 30 level...

..sat down and thought
to end it all by drowning...

..then I got up and went bearing
east across a plank, half-rotten...

You gave her a headstone,
like I asked?

We gave her a headstone.

"Keren Daniel, wife of Mark,
aged 22". Like you asked.

22. Still a child.

That surgeon, Enys, I reckon
'twas he I shoulda killed.

Try to remember, Mark.
Where did you go next?

Just above the
gunnies, bearing right,

there's an old pick down there,
I took it up, began to cast around.

Fine bit of ground it looked...
Where was it? Just here?

I reckon.

I went on again,
climbing all the while,

there was an old
air shaft... Here?

'Twas all filled in.

I reckon I was barely
15 fathoms from grass.

From there, ye can turn
three ways. I turned east.

And you go down over broken
ground where the lode's been worked,

but only the bottom.

The backs is untouch'd. There
be fine quartzy rock and gossan.

'Twas too high for me
to get at, but I'd wager

there'd be a mint o' money
in that place alone.

Just here?

Just here.

And after that you came up?
And after that I came up.

Thank you, Mark.

Thank 'ee.

'Twas when he mentioned
quartz, I looked at ye,

'twas the first thing we'd found.

And it barely paid
for the working..

I blame myself. Nay, Cap'n Ross...

To pin everything on the ramblings
of a man crazed with grief and rage?

What was I thinking?
It coulda been true.

At the outset, perhaps.

But experienced miners
cannot work for months on end

and not find whatever
good ground is there.

It's the old story.

The drowning man and the straw.

I only wish... Yes?

That there were some other way
which did not require us

to leave so furtively.

Or leave at all?
What do you mean?

Are you sure you don't regret more
than the manner of our leaving?

Ever since we decided to go, I've
noticed a reluctance in you...

Not at all! I love you.

What reluctance could I have?

Yet I wonder, six months from
now, will you not sometimes sigh

for your Cornish life
and your Cornish Rosinas?

I may well. They matter to me.

I cannot pretend to be
indifferent to their fate.

But my mind is set.

So tonight, then?

Tonight.

Enquire of Mistress Poldark if
her safety measures are in place.

Urge her to be vigilant.

Word has reached me of
some tinners who propose

to claim their right under Stannary
Law to enter private land.

Warn her to be on her guard.

Prospect for tin? On our land?

These people are a law
unto themselves, ma'am.

And Mr Warleggan fears they
may be encouraged to rise up

by the example of their
French counterparts.

Once again, I thank Mr
Warleggan for his concern.

If Mr Warleggan is so concerned,
why does he not come here himself?

The male of the species.
Inadequate at best.

Better to rely on
one's own resources.

I'm away to Sawle to
see if there's any news.

Keep Jeremy from his nap.

I want him sound
asleep all through it.

May I speak with Ross?

He's from home.

Did he not receive my note?

Prudie? Do 'ee know of any note?

Yes, mistress.

I do give it Mr Ross meself,
into his very own hand.

Then I expect he
was too busy to reply.

Yes. I expect he was.

Here you go. I've got potatoes...

Mistress Demelza!

Rosina!

Is it your knee?

'Tis like it be long before
Dr Enys mend it,

only now it is worse.

We should send for him.

I'll set Charlie to it.

Nay, he be sick, 'member?

Dr Enys bid him keep to his bed.

I'll go.

You keep her warm and still.

I'll be back directly.

Demelza! What brings you here?

Rosina Hoblyn.
'Tis her knee, locked again.

Can you tend on her?

I...I fear I cannot.

My plans have changed.
I'm due to leave with Caroline.

Tonight? But I...I thought...

It was tomorrow, yes,
but her uncle...

No, no, you must go, um...

I'll see to Rosina.

Maybe call Dr Choake.

Yes, that would be... No, wait...

I cannot allow that.
She's my patient.

Caroline's expecting you.

I think, if I leave now,
there will be time.

For the first time in my life,
I feel old.

We're none of us
as young as we were, Ross.

These last few years...

Often I've known failure,

but I always believed it was
a temporary setback.

This time... 'Twas a brave venture.

Was it?

I begin to think
it was the height of my folly.

To throw away a profitable
investment,

and pour everything I had,

AND persuade Francis to do likewise,
into a played-out mine

that failed my father a
quarter of a century back...

I didn't just gamble with money,

I gambled with the happiness
and security of my workers.

And most especially that of my
wife and child.

What will 'ee do now?

Learn my lesson.

Plough my fields, harvest my crops,

cherish my family.

Live a quiet life.

There's a lot to be said for it.

My wife would agree with you.

Tell me what happened.

I turned it on the cobbles, sir,
and it sudden go all tight.

We thought to send Charlie for you,
but since he be sick,

Mistress Poldark did kindly go.

What's the matter with Charlie?

Well, sir,
you did ought to know that.

'Tis on account of 'ee telling him
to stay abed

that he's not helping
with the run tonight.

There, now.

What did you do?

Can you stand?

'Tis all mended?

Sir, I'm that grateful.

'Twas feared 'twas gone for good.

I think you should wear a bandage,

at least until the tendons
knit together.

And if it ever happens again...

Why, sir, if it do,
we'll just make her sit quiet

till we call for 'ee again.

You'll take a dram? No, I...

Thank you. That's most kind.

What's this about Charlie?

Did he tell you I said
he must go to bed?

Not I, but them as wanted his help
with the run.

I don't understand.

Trencrom's ship's coming in tonight.

They sent round to tell him to be
ready,

but he said he's a fever,

and surgeon say he must stay abed
on account of his lungs.

I said no such thing.

Why would he tell such a stramming
great tale?

Your wedding's in a fortnight?

Aye.

He'd be anxious about the risk,
and about his health.

It's a thing any man would do.

I must leave you now.

Till you come again.

It's been my privilege
to be able to help you all.

The informer.

Could it be Charlie?

You must keep to your plan...

No. I can go to Charlie and still
have time to get to Killewarren.

What will you do?

In the first place, confirm our
suspicions. We may be mistaken.

But the drop's tonight.

What if there's an ambush?

I'll come with you.

No. You must not. If you're seen out
and about, and the ambush is set...

Go home.

I'll to Charlie.

Then ride like the wind to Caroline.

Was that a yawn, Horace?

I know, my pet.

We have a long journey tomorrow.

And Uncle Ray is looking weary.

Assure...Horace...that Uncle Ray,

though undoubtedly ancient,

still has enough stamina to
complete his correspondence.

Is it important?

Instructions to my steward,
regarding the estate while we're...

while we're away.

How odious I should find that!

Well, all the more reason to
marry you wisely, my dear.

When you come to inherit,

you'll be grateful for a husband
who takes such matters in hand.

Lottie, I've come to visit your
father.

'Tis good of 'ee to call, sir.

Sit up. I want to examine you.

Nay. Sit up, man.

You say you have a fever.
Let me see what ails you.

Good evening to you, sir.

'Tis a fine night.

Aye.

Well, if you will not retire,
then I must.

My eyes will not stay open.

Yep, I won't be long.

Goodnight, my dear.

Goodnight.

You have no fever.

Nay, sir. Three hours gone,
I was all of a shrim...

Why the sham?

An excuse to avoid your part
in the tub-carrying?

I swear, first it come on me
like ice.

Next, I was sweating like a weed.

For two years,
there's been an informer about.

Well, everyone know that.

Have they caught him?

I rather think I have.

Well, that's a fine thing to say.

How do you afford these curtains?

Those candlesticks?

Out of sail-making?

Or selling your friends?

Get out! Now!

And take your nasty suspicions
with 'ee!

It's you who should get out,
Charlie,

before your friends realise
you've betrayed them.

Thee's the betrayer!
Making eyes at Rosina,

fingering her knee when you think
no-one's looking.

What time is the run? I don't know.

Is there an ambush?
I don't know!

I think you DO know!

Well, think what you like.
You've no proof I'm a traitor!

I beg to differ.

Where did you get this book?

I buyed it. Where?

Redruth.

This book belonged to Hubert Vercoe,
the Customs Officer's son.

I saw it in his hands.

That proves naught!
There are many such books.

But none like this.

With the angels' wings coloured red
by Hubert himself!

There was a soldier.
Save us! Where?

By the long field. And Ross'll walk
straight into the ambush!

What will 'ee do?

You'll know when I've done it.

You go home, surgeon.

Forget what you see'd.

There's nothing you can do now.

Stay low. Stay low.

Keep the candles burning,
and don't let anyone enter.

Why, maid? What do 'ee intend?

I'm going to try and get down
to the cove and warn them,

before the ship comes ashore.

There's the sign, Henge.

That's us. Start loading up.

I must ask you to remain
indoors this evening.

Trooper Wilkins will guard you.

Against what, may I ask?

Do you suppose
there to be an enemy about?

Of sorts, ma'am.

We have word that the smugglers
intend to use your cove tonight.

Where's your husband?

He's in St Ives.

He'll be back tomorrow.

Would you like a glass of wine?

Thank you, no.

I'm on duty.

And what is it that you want
with my husband?

What have we to do with this?

Nothing, I hope.

But since it's your land,

I think you can hardly be
as innocent as you look.

Why would you do it?
Betray your own folk?

What folk? Nobody did aught for me!

Folks only look to theirselves
in this life.

By selling their friends?!
I done what I done!

You don't have to like it,
and 'ee don't be my judge!

"My dearest uncle,

"for most of my life you have been
both father and mother to me..."

Believe me, ma'am, for the favour
of your goodwill,

I would pay a very high price.

But none which involves
a neglect of duty.

And what should I do?

Make no attempt to leave.

I can ill spare Wilkins,
but you give me no choice.

Charlie!

You mustn't risk coming ashore
with us, Henge.

Stay aboard till she docks at
St Ann's.

Gladly! Good luck.

Stay safe.

Take a seat, ma'am.

'Twill be a long night, and
you'll not wish to tire yourself.

I'm sure I don't wish to
be given orders in my own house!

Well, wish't or no,
'tis my orders we go by,

so you'll kindly oblige me
by keeping where I can see you.

And what if we wish
to get some sleep?

I must ask you to do so here, ma'am,
so I can keep an eye on you.

Captain.

Wait till everything's off the boat.

Take this. Up there...

Ted!

Did you find your brother?

We did.

Was he well?

Did he have aught to tell?

To tell? Yes.

Of any use? No.

Ross, what's that?

Ambush.

Relaunch! Relaunch!

Relaunch! Relaunch!

Relaunch!

Relaunch! Come on, boys.

Go! Go! Go!

Come on!

Get in!

Push!

Go!

Get in! Push! Come on!

Ross, let's go!

I'm going to take my chances here!

You'll never make it!

Go! Row!

Fire!

Cut them off!

None of that, ma'am.
You know the Captain's orders.

I have a little boy upstairs!
He'll be frightened!

I must bring him down.
I can't allow that.

You make war on babies now?

Get out of my way!

Is there a baby?

Of course there is!

Very well. But be quick about it.

You!

Demelza?

Ross! I thought...

We need to get to the house.

There's soldiers guarding it.
What?

McNeil! Damn it!

Are you hurt?

No, it's just a scratch.

They're coming.

Soldiers? At this time of night?

There must be some unrest.

Why does Ross not answer my notes?

Has he no care for us at all?

He has his own family to protect.

Then I must appeal for help
elsewhere.

Go in through the kitchen.

I must get to the cache. How?

Through the side door. I have a key.

Make haste.

Where've you been?
Upstairs.

How did you get down?
By the back stairs.

You never mentioned.

Well, I'm here, isn't that enough?

He's in the library.

Where is Captain Poldark?

In St Ives, I believe.

You believe wrong.

I saw him not ten minutes ago.

Has he come in here?

No-one's been in but you, sir.

He's headed in this direction.

He'll be somewhere about.

How dare you come breaking in here?
My husband will hear of it.

And shortly, I trust!

You will give us permission
to search the house?

I certainly will not!

You've searched the cellars?
No contraband?

I told you that Ross was in St Ives!

I wish I believed you.

Search the outhouses, the stables.
I'll take the library.

The library, 'tis sometimes locked.

No doubt you have a key.

Over here.

Bring light!

Here it is.

Just like he said.

Give me the pistol, man.

Guns at the ready?

Vercoe...

would you mind?

More light!

Are you shivering, my precious?

Perhaps we should go inside
before you catch a chill.

They let you go!

Finally. Now I must go to Caroline.

Pray God she'll understand.

Of course she will.

And Ross?

There's no sign of him.

I cannot conceive where it would be.

Not in the cache, at any rate.

You won't forget us?

Never.

Hee-yah!

Where's your father?

Where is he?

Where's your father, child?

Never fear, we won't hurt 'ee.

Numbers...

He'll be counting his days
when I lay my hands on him!

'Twas Charlie...

the informer?

'Twas.

Right, let's get after him.

I have a letter for you, sir.

"Dear Dwight,

"I have left for London
with my uncle.

"A move which cannot surprise you
after the fiasco of last night.

"It is better this way.

"Ever since we agreed to elope,
I have known of your struggle

"between your infatuation for me
and your real love.

"Your patients.

"Now, you need no longer worry,
or give anything up.

"Except me,
and that you have already done.

"So, farewell, Dwight.

"I shall never see you again.

"Your sincere friend,

"Caroline Penvenen."

George!
I've been worried out of my mind.

I haven't.

There was a smuggling incident.
The military were out in force.

Pity they've nothing better to do.

Though I'm told they had their eye
on a bigger prize.

Your nephew. Ross?!

I'm not clear as to his precise
involvement.

Merely that he was involved. Stuff!

It baffles me, why he considers
himself above the law.

Exempt from the duty we law-abiding
citizens pay

on legally imported goods. Piffle!

Is it certain?

As it stands.

He's disappeared, so...

on the run from justice.

No doubt he'll live to fight
and offend another day, but still...

..I pity anyone who must depend on
such a man.

He must've made it to the library.

The table had moved, and the rug.

But if he'd no time to open the
cache...

Where could he be?

Soldiers!

So was he killed?

Or did he do the job hisself?

Reckon we'll never know.

Mistress Poldark was reassured?

I believe so.

I wonder she does not remarry.

A husband could offer her more
protection.

He could.

And he will.

His hand was all bloodied.

I can't stop thinking about it.
What...?

What if it was worse than he
thought?

What if he's lying,
bleeding to death somewhere?

Hush, maid, don't think such a
thing!

# I'd a-hold a finger to my tongue

# I'd a-hold a finger waiting

# My heart is sore

# Until it joins in song

# With your heart mating. #

Ross!

Well, well. Here we are again.

What's that? Tin.

Is there no-one else you
can turn to?

All I can say is I will never again
be guilty of such recklessness!

Now it is you who need care.
Let me provide it.

I hope you know what you're doing.

"My dear Ross,

"I know what I have to say will
distress you."

I must speak with Elizabeth.

Ross, you can't!

Get out...of my way.