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

How are you, Morwenna?
I cannot be seen here with you.

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

My nephew should be preparing
for the election.

Francis Basset and I have come
to an accord. He's thrown us over.

Demelza, would you sit with me
a while?

Armitage is sick. Falmouth was
obliged to choose another candidate.

Captain Ross Poldark has nine votes.
A new MP!

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

My nephew died a few hours ago.

You won. And now?
Everything will change.

October 5th.

My dearest Demelza, though I must
confess to some trepidation

at my first foray
into the House of Commons,

I am resolved
to begin what I came here to do.

November 20th.

My dearest Ross,
today we ploughed the long field

and brought in
the last of the apples.

Order, gentlemen!
There are, Mr Speaker...

Order, order!

There are, in England, 160 crimes
for which a man may be hanged.

Order!

January 27th.

My dearest Ross,
Christmas is already behind us,

yet the harsh winter persists,

and all of us at home and at
the mine eagerly await your return.

March 3rd.

My dearest Demelza, the contentious
anti-slavery debate rages on,

keeping me here to add my support.

In my continued absence,

I know I can rely on you to manage
affairs at home a little longer.

Gentlemen, much as I commend
the bill

proposed by my Right Honourable
Friend Mr Wilberforce

and suggest that arguments in favour
of slavery are abominable,

I submit that there is suffering
and injustice closer to home,

which also requires our attention.

Children employed in the mills
of the North are dying

in their thousands...

Order! Order! Order!

Where is our compassion
for these slaves?

Order! Order!
The House must come to order!

Good day, Rosina.
Good day, mistress.

Good day, Master Drake.

What did Cap'n Ross say
in his letter?

Oh, just that he misses us very much

and he'll return as soon as he can.

Come on then, you two.

It's so lovely to be
at Trenwith again.

My dear, this was your home
before it was ours.

You must visit whenever you choose.
Mustn't she, George?

Elizabeth will be glad of your
company while I'm away in London.

And if you'll excuse me,
I must prepare for my departure.

Will you visit Nampara?

Oh, yes, I'm so seldom here,
I must make the most of my time.

Of course, not all the family
are in residence. No.

I imagine George misses Westminster.

And has every intention
of returning. By challenging Ross?

I believe he means to try
a different approach.

Marshmallow root,
brewed with cooled water,

thrice daily
while the throat is raw.

And might I suggest
a reduced consumption of rum?

Feel free to suggest all you like.

Do we hear aught from His Lordship,
the Honourable Member for Truro?

Or be he now too grand
for the likes of we?

Why not ask His Lordship's wife?

Tholly, Mrs Crocker.

Come on then,
my handsome looking lass.

Dr Enys, have you escaped?
And Mrs Enys so near her time?

Still refusing to rest

and proceeding as if nothing is
happening and nothing will change.

Well, Captain, anything to report?
There is, ma'am.

And not good.

The champion lode's wearing
unexpected thin.

It looked safe for nigh on
five or more years, but now,

if it peter out
as we think it will...

We might have to close
within months.

I think I must write to Ross.

But what can he do?
And at such a distance?

With greater matters than we
to busy hisself. I'll write to him.

Ooh!

Uncle Ross! Geoffrey Charles.

I hear you're quite the celebrity
in Westminster.

On the contrary, I think I'm seen
as thoroughgoing nuisance.

Papa would have enjoyed your speech.

Your father would have graced
the house with more dignity

and less notoriety
than I can muster.

A toast then.

To Francis Poldark. And his son.

Fame has its rewards.

May I offer you some refreshment?

Mm, but we thought
to offer you some, my lord.

Another time, perhaps.

Pity.

Poldark.

The drawbacks of being a Cornish MP
who actually lives in Cornwall.

One cannot simply dash home
when the need arises.

I take it the need has arisen? Yes.

Matters of state can sometimes be
a useful distraction

if one is so inclined.

My nephew... Yes?

..has been very much in my thoughts.

He would have served
his constituency well

and would have urged you
not to serve it

at the expense
of your wife and family.

Your table, sir.

Captain Monk Adderley,

Right Honourable Member
for Bishop's Castle,

a place I have never seen
nor ever intend to.

How may I assist you?

Not there!

And how has it been without Ross?

Ross? Ross?
Do we know any Ross?

I think I must be in hell.

Ah...

Ah... Not yet, my dear,
but you very soon will be.

Caroline?

The carriage?

Where is my grandson?

Good heavens!
Why is that child playing

when he could be learning
his numbers? He is a Whitworth.

Great things are required of him.

Where is my son?

Ha, Poldark! How is Westminster?

Abolition of slavery, Catholic
emancipation and all that nonsense!

Why have you not engaged
a governess?

No matter,
I shall find a suitable person.

It is never too soon to shape
impressionable young minds.

He's barely two years old!
And you are a child,

and have no notion
of how the world works!

Tell my son
I will arrange everything.

By the by, perhaps you could use
your good offices on my behalf.

I'm seeking the living of Luxulyan.

You already have two livings.
Ah, but they are miserably poor

and not at all befitting
a man of my station.

And in return,
I might do you a favour.

My uncle, Conan Godolphin,

is a personal friend
of the Prince of Wales.

Your curate in charge at St Sawle,
Reverend Odgers,

is a hard-working father of six,
who earns £45 a year.

An enormous sum!

I cannot concede
how he spends at all.

I could be willing to intercede
on your behalf

if you increase Odgers' stipend
to £100 a year.

Good God! Do you realise the total
stipend from Sawle is only £200?

Why would I pay half
to an uneducated curate?

Because he does all the work.

This is not one of our
native plants. How came you buy it?

It is a magnolia that was given
by a friend, Lieutenant Armitage.

Oh, Ross's friend who sadly died.

Yes, sadly he...

Trenwith is very grand these days.

Of course, you never go there now.
Were you pleased with Lisbon?

And the connection
will not be improved

by Ross taking George's seat.

How long do you remain in Cornwall?

I see this is a forbidden subject.

Have you met Rosina?

This is my cousin, Verity.
Good day to you, ma'am.

I've asked Rosina to make some caps
and bonnets for the children.

And I hope to have them ready
for Sunday, ma'am.

Shall I bring them over?
That will be most convenient.

Amiable girl.

And my brother Drake still unwed.

My dear, I would have thought,
after your experience with me,

you'd have had your fill
of matchmaking.

Not at all!
See how well that worked out.

You did well to secure
this property. Thank you.

Your wife is a Chynoweth.
One of Cornwall's oldest families.

I, myself, am a commoner
who, by dint of my own ingenuity,

has risen to the verge
of aristocracy.

I need to know I'm dealing
with a man

who is equally serious
about his own ascent.

He is, you are.

For, as you know,
it is not WHAT one knows...

However, any such introductions
will come at a price.

Which I am fully prepared to meet.

And I applaud your desire
for a speedy return to the House.

But perhaps you've had enough
of seeking a patron.

Perhaps you'd prefer
to be a patron yourself.

You look...

..thinner. Perhaps I've been pining
for my husband.

So...

what have you been up to?

Well, seeing to your mine,
to your farm,

your household, your children.

That's what I've been up to.

All the way home,
I wondered how this would be.

Would there be anger, jealousy?
Would we ever laugh again...

..like we used to?

I don't know, Ross.

Will we?

Get down, boy!

There we go.

Hm.

Lay another place for supper.
Why, who be coming?

I am.

Oh, Master Ross!

What an odious journey!

Obliged to share a coach with
that impudent squireen Ross Poldark.

Lady Whitworth called.
Mama? Did I miss her?

Did she mention a governess
for John Conan?

I think it an excellent idea.

Osborne, he is an infant!

I'm perfectly capable of caring
for him myself. I think not.

Recollect how you made threats
against his life?

You know very well why.

Seeking to deny me
my conjugal rights,

your fevered imagination conjured up
some fantastical tale

about your sister, whom I loathe
and detest with every ounce of...

Dear Vicar, when I left
your house to marry Arthur,

I inadvertently carried away
some books of yours.

Could I ask you,
at your convenience,

to call and collect them?

Arthur is at the library
until five each day

but I'm always at home
in the afternoons.

Old Nat Pearce, my attorney,
riddled with gout.

Will I come and pray with him?

I'm sure you'll be a comfort.

Good Lord, Dr Enys!
Has it started already? Yes.

SHE has started already.

Is she as ugly as we feared?

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

Does she have blue eyes?
All babies have blue eyes.

Like her father. I'm afraid so.

And I suppose I must learn
to tolerate her.

What shall we call you?

Miss Sarah Caroline Enys.

Notwithstanding your generosity
in enabling Arthur and I to marry,

I'm afraid we do still struggle
to make ends meet.

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

Something I could...turn my hand to.

How is Captain Blamey?

Well, thank you.
He sends his regards.

That's kind of him, considering.

Andrew is not a vengeful man.

But, in matters of the heart,
he does not hold with interference

from those who think
they know better.

Myself, in your case?
And Morwenna's.

Ray Penvenen and Caroline's?

And your mother. And yours.

How different might so many lives
have been without such interference?

Let us vow in future to let nature
take its course.

Agreed.

We seem like strangers now.

We were strangers before I left.

And not of my...

Doing?

But of mine.

And that's what you've been thinking
all this time?

That I've been grieving for Hugh?

Have you not?
'Tis all past, Ross, done with.

But you left for London,
so I had no chance to tell you so.

Then you kept away. It seemed easier
to fight a shade from afar.

And all these months,
the distance, the mistrust.

I think you no longer know me, Ross.

Perhaps we no longer
know each other.

Tell me of London.

Loud.

And hectic. And your life there?

Pampered and decadent.

See how soft and fat I've become.
On the contrary.

Where are you going?
To prove to myself how unfit I am.

Dwight.

This is intolerable!

Can a man not have an ocean
to himself now and then?

Is this your custom now? Only
on days when I've become a father.

That's tremendous!

Son or daughter? Sarah.

So it begins.
Life's greatest adventure.

I think you need a drink.

I must be feeling my age.

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

How is Demelza?

Thawing. Hm, I'm relieved.

I know there were difficult times
before you left.

Hopefully, they're now behind us.

Well, the Crocker's got hold
of his heart.

Zachy! Paul! Whoa. Arr!

Cap'n.

Good day to you, sir. Good day.

The Right Honourable Cap'n.

Right, well, you'll be wishing
to go below.

Paul, show Cap'n Ross the way.

I think I know how to find
my own mine.

Come 'ere!

If things are as bad as Demelza
says, we must make a plan.

Will you have time for such a thing,

now you have London matters
to attend to?

Ross, will you tell Demelza
of Caroline?

We have a daughter.
Why, that is joyful news! Thank you.

And Mrs Enys be well?
Most well, thank you.

And does the little tacker have
a name?

Sarah, Sarah Caroline.
Why, that is something!

Mr Cardy has a new enterprise.

You must rest, my friend.

I will leave you to the able offices
of Reverend Whitworth.

Repent ye, for the kingdom
of heaven is at hand.

Hear now the comfortable words
of St James.

Blessed is the man
who has resisted temptation... Ah!

That's just it, good sir.

I haven't...

resisted...

temptation.

And is it the sins of your youth
which now trouble you? No, sir.

It's the sins of my age.

Gluttony? Sloth? Cheating at whist?

I have, in recent years, indulged
in a little idle speculation,

investments in some
of our burgeoning industries,

which, regrettably...

..have failed.

So you lost money. What of it?

Only that the money
with which I speculated...

..was not my own.

When I left for Westminster,
the mine was in profit.

The lode showed no sign
of petering out

and we even considered
taking on more men.

'Twas a reasonable thought.

Though in the end
we decided against.

Which was fortunate,
since the lode began to fail, so...

we have a choice.

Work the lode till it's exhausted

or drive through to
the old Wheal Maiden workings.

Begging your pardon, but what may
seem simple to an outsider...

Meaning no disrespect. It's only,
we've been below all these months.

Seen how the land lies. As opposed
to thee being above grass.

And far away in London.
Not that that be a bad thing.

Nay, it is a comfort
to know we have 'ee

to speak for we in Parliament...

Do you think me out of touch
with my own mine?

Like we said, no disrespect.

No.

Let's think on it
then talk further.

Ah, the venturer returns.

Last year, because of a stupid
and contrived agreement

between two of our so-called
mobility,

I lost my seat to Ross Poldark. Mm.

Unless we arrange to shoot him
on the highway,

I cannot now unseat him.

But I see no reason to be excluded
from the House.

Nor need you be.

Seats are for sale, so buy one.

But who is willing to sell
so soon after an election?

Life is short. I don't wish to wait.

I've decided to buy a borough.
You're out of your mind!

With a borough, I have control.
When I own properties, I own voters.

And I can dispense patronage -
a useful appointment here,

a profitable contract there.

I would acquire influence
of a hitherto unprecedented kind.

Assuming you can find
someone willing to sell.

Which is where
Monk Adderley comes in.

At a price?

Which I'm willing to pay for my own
benefit and that of my children.

Oh, is Elizabeth...? No.

But at some point, she will be.

Mining folk are fickle.
I had not thought so till now.

Which makes me all the more
appreciative of my other friends.

One of mine is fading.

Old Nat Pearce,
poor demented old fool.

Reverend Whitworth is praying
for him.

Ah, cousin George.

I trust you had my note.

I have just, this instant, returned
from London.

No matter.
I was writing to inform you

that the living of Luxulyan
is vacant.

Had you not heard?
Is it likely that I would?

Ah, but one must keep
one's ear close to the ground.

One never knows
what one might pick up.

Why, only today,
I had the most extraordinary news

from old Nat Pearce,
even now at death's door.

What manner of news?

Oh, the old fool has squandered
funds, entrusted to him

by his clients,
on hopeless speculations.

Has he? And these funds
were deposited where?

I believe at Pascoe's Bank.

I will think further
about the living of Luxulyan.

Pray, let me have time to consider.

Of course, by all means.

Pascoe's Bank stands guarantor
for all those funds,

and Ross Poldark's entire capital
is also lodged at Pascoe's Bank.

So, when Nat Pearce finally expires,

the pressure
which might be brought to bear

could kill two birds with one stone.

Well, Ross.

Is Cornwall not tedious
after the heady bustle of London?

Personally, I find it
very much to my taste.

You? Oh, it has its attractions...

..and its uses.

Excuse me, sir. Can I have these?

It was no small feat
to secure Adderley.

But he is expert in these matters
and I shall be guided by him.

So, what does he suggest?

A gathering, the like of which
this house has never seen.

Who would we invite?

Guests from London, hand-picked,

and a number of local worthies
who have boroughs

and might be persuaded
to part with them.

Jibby, jibby, jibby,
jibby, jibby, jibby.

A cherub. A tiresome one,
which takes up so much of my time,

forcing me to neglect more important
matters, such as horses and dogs.

Beg pardon, ma'am. I've finished
the caps for the children.

I must be on my way.
Oh, well, Drake was just leaving.

Perhaps you'd walk Rosina
as far as Sawle.

Oh, no, there be no need.

I think it would be a kindness,
with night drawing in.

We'll both go.

A more blatant contrivance I've yet
to see. And yet is it wrong?

The life he wished
was not for the taking,

so may I not then help him
choose another?

Every day, you rise early,
you eat late,

you scarce sleep,
but to what end, brother?

You've been stricken in love,

but now I reckon,
and so does sister,

there be no better young woman
than Rosina Hoblyn.

And Morwenna?

Morwenna is wed to another
and has a child.

What more can 'ee do?
She belong to Whitworth.

What's done cannot be undone.
Maybe not.

But I can't think of another
while Morwenna lives.

And I'd not disrespect Rosina
to ask for her heart

when I've none to give in return.

Well, I promised her I'd try.

Come here.

So, my reasoning is this.

Wheal Maiden was never
fully worked out.

The old miners still talk of lodes
left untouched,

since my father's day.
It's true enough.

These past six months, you've been
on timbering and crosscutting.

It is so. So, I propose
to put a team to shaft sinking

and another to driving through

to link up
to the old Wheal Maiden workings.

And who'll lead the excavation?

I will.

But what about London?

Well, summer recess is
about to begin.

I could give the mine at least
three months before I return.

By that time,
we'll know whether it's a good plan

or if it was errant.

Are we agreed?

We start today.

Well, Mama.

My darling!

How tiny it seems now.
London is so much grander.

You're not disappointed?

Not in the least.
It's good to be home.

Good day, Uncle George.

Good day, little brother!
Shall we go for a canter?

Yes, Horace, you must stay
and guard Miss Sarah

and see she does not waken
until we return.

I do believe
Horace is feeling neglected.

Nonsense! He knows he I adore him
above all things.

Whilst Sarah and I are quite aware
of our own unimportance.

You seem very attached
to that child, Dr Enys.

I hope she won't grow up
to be a spoilt brat.

No.

A good day's work, Cap'n.

An early night
and an early start tomorrow.

How many are we tonight?
We three, Drake, Tholly...

And the widow Crocker?
If Tholly's sober!

That's enough to hang on the end
of fishing line.

Tholly and Crocker!
Illogan and Sawle's great beauties!

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Mr Whitworth bid me take him, ma'am.

Thank Mr Whitworth for his kindness

and tell him John Conan will remain
here with me.

Thank you.

Yes.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

My dear... Excuse me, gentlemen.

May I introduce
Captain Monk Adderley?

I'm honoured to make
your acquaintance, ma'am.

Your beauty is legendary.

As is your reputation, sir.

So, Henton has large investments
in the East India Company.

Comes of common stock but has thrown
off his humble beginnings

and is everywhere accepted.

Robinson is a close friend of Pitt.

And that gentleman...
Is Sir Christopher Hawkins,

lawyer, MP, Baronet,
High Sheriff of Cornwall.

I must make
a point of dancing with him.

This is what you were born for,
my dear.

Adderley spotted it at once.

And when our elevation comes,
as he assures me it will,

it is our children who will benefit.

It seems we're the only folk in
Cornwall without a party to go to.

Dwight and Caroline
are at Trenwith.

And Sam and Drake are at the beach.

It's only line fishing, Ross.
Everyone goes.

No-one waits to be invited.
You never did.

It's your beach, Ross.
You could just go.

You be good.

Oh! My sweet boy!

Please do not tell me
how much I've grown.

As if I would!

What can you be thinking, Dr Enys?

How to make your escape
and return to our odious offspring?

Something along those lines.

Well, not before you've danced
with me.

Oh, my school is a hellhole,
but I'm used to it now.

In the first year,
my tutor was a noted flog-bottomist

so I was in agonies.

But this year, I'm rid of him
and shall have my own fag.

And have acquired
a taste for liquor, I see.

Of which I note
your stepfather disapproves.

My dear sir, may I introduce
Sir Christopher Hawkins?

Drake, get out!

Cap'n Ross!

The Crockers from Illogan
are beating the life out of Tholly

on account of the widow Crocker...
Who?

..who Tholly did bed.
It turns out she ain't no widow.

Mr Crocker's none too pleased,
nor his brothers,

so I'm going to Sawle for help.
No time!

At dinner last week, your name
was mentioned. In what context?

That your grandfather
worked a forge in Hayle

and had not a penny to his name.

But that his grandson,
by industry and good luck,

had amassed a fortune of £200,000.

In one particular,
that is incorrect.

My grandfather's forge
was in St Day.

As I understand it,
you wish to acquire a borough.

Do you know of any?

I, myself, have three.

And one of them, the borough
of St Michael, boasts not one MP...

..but two.

Tholly!

Cap'n Ross, is he breathing?
Is he? I can't tell.

Is it thee, Cap'n,
come to fight Illogan's finest?

Who else would be stupid enough?

Though I believe
we've been here before, Ross.

I believe we have.

Looks like they Illogan folk'll
never learn.

He's an idiot and a fornicator
and he brought this on himself.

He is an idiot,

but still my friend.

So all of us, Ross, so all.

Get up, get up, get up, get up.

'Tis time for I to seek oblivion

in the arms of some fresher wench.

There's nothing like
a dice with death

to sharpen a man's appetite
for the living.

You'll be glad of thy bed tonight.
Strangely, I feel wide awake.

Maybe you should call
at the great house for a nightcap.

Good evening, Elizabeth.

Ross!

You're trespassing. Not entirely.

This is, after all, a Poldark house.

And as the senior Poldark
left alive...

..I have a fancy to see
what sort of party you're giving.

But if George should see you...

Oh, he wouldn't risk a scandal
in front of all his fine guests.

Not that I seek confrontation...
ever. Hm.

I came out for a breath of air.
Is Geoffrey Charles here?

Yes, but do not speak to him
tonight.

I see enough of him in London.
I know. It pleases him greatly.

But he's so worldly-wise, Ross,
so blase for one so young.

He'll grow out of it.

Francis was no different
at that age.

You think him like Francis?

In the better ways, yes.

And Valentine?

He's well.

And George? His suspicions?

Gone.

And will only return
if he has cause,

such as your coming here tonight.

Madam, is this gentleman
annoying you?

No, not at all.
Why would you suppose it likely?

I have not the honour
of your acquaintance, sir.

My cousin, Captain Ross Poldark.
Captain Monk Adderley.

Your servant, sir.

I confess, when I saw you
talking to Mrs Warleggan,

I took you
for a threadbare troubadour

who'd been dismissed without a tip.

I sing ill and accept tips
with even less grace.

Whereas I, on principle, always
accept what ladies have to offer.

Shall we return to the party?
One moment.

The name Poldark rings a bell.

Are you not in the House?
A new member. Hm.

I don't recollect to see you there.
Nor is it likely.

I seldom attend.

Goodnight, Elizabeth.
Goodnight, Ross.

Excuse me.

My dear, the borough of St Michael
is mine for the asking.

Or, should I say, the purchasing.
That's pleasing news.

And more pleasing still,
is that it has two sitting members.

Of course, I'll need to induce
one of them to stand down

but my ultimate aim
is to control both seats

because, with two seats to put
at the government's disposal...

You would be in a position
to ask for favours in return.

And that would make you...
Very powerful indeed.

Did you catch anything?

Death of cold

and more rough-and-tumble
than I'd bargained for.

But, yes, it was as I hoped.

Then we went to the inn
and we drank.

And then you came home.
And then I came home...

..by way of Trenwith. You didn't!

Naturally, I didn't go in.
But to even go near!

And to what end? To provoke George?

No, it was an impulse...

..to see the place again.

And Elizabeth?

I found her walking in the garden
and we spoke a little.

She was not...

..unwelcoming.

You don't suspect an attachment
there still.

No more than you suspect
my attachment to Hugh.

Except you do still suspect.
I cannot compete with a ghost.

No more could I compete
with an ideal.

Is that why it happened with Hugh?

To teach me a lesson?

You know it was not.

These shadows,
Hugh and Elizabeth...

Do we not have enough to grapple
with without they come between us?

Yes, we have enough.

I have something for you.

Ross!

All these months, you've had nothing
from me except doubts and mistrust.

I thought you deserved better.

Here, let me.

Are we strangers still?

Yes...

..but strangers who know
every inch of each other's skin.

So, perhaps we should begin again
from that.

My wife, she is beyond help

and would be better off
in an institution.

Help!

I want to leave you.
You cannot wish that.

Where's Ross?

And all that remains is to step
into his seat. How hard can that be?