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You settling well down here, Drake?

- Yet Jesus did also say, - "Let he who is without sin

cast the first stone."

I speak to you now as a fellow sinner.

Will you rise with me from the slough of despond...

If he wished for an easy life,

he'd do well to keep his head down and his mouth shut.

Is he giving you trouble?

Nay, he do labor hard as any.

More 'n most.

Truth is,

in time of war and famine,

there's plenty looking for something to believe in.

Stamp that soul with the image of God.

It's free grace that formed man.

Did I mention that Verity

will join us for the christening?

Indeed? That's my aunt.

She's a Poldark like me and Aunt Agatha.

And will the other Poldarks be coming?

The ones at Nampara?

My dear, it is your good fortune to be unacquainted

with the Nampara Poldarks,

and long may you remain so blessed.

Ross Poldark has chosen

to sever all ties with his Trenwith relations

and we feel nothing but relief

at being spared his intrusions.

Thank 'ee, Lord,

for sendin' us these gifts,

this food, this water...

This house.

By the grace of God...

By the grace o' Cap'n Ross!

Yet 'tis the Lord have guided he

to offer such a thing.

On the contrary.

It was the tip of your sister's foot did that.

'Twill be a fine place to start our mission.

And so we pray for new beams

to mend our broken roof

and then we'll do everything in our power

to bring redemption to the dark places of Cornwall.

Good luck with that!

Is Trenwith such a place?

Why do you ask?

I've heard tell 'twas once your family home

but now's fallen into unfriendly hands.

It has.

And you'll favor me by never setting foot on Trenwith land.

Nor having dealings with any of the household.

Did you need to forbid them?

They're unlike to go looking for trouble.

Knowing them, it'll find them anyway.

As it oft seems to find you?

Those days are done.

I'm a respectable country squire now.

With a home,

a mine, a family

and a wife.

I should make the most of what life has to offer.

Including me?

Especially you.

Oh, lack-a-day, 'tis a fearful thing to be a poor maid

with no man to care for her.

Would 'ee like for I to help 'ee?

'Tis kindly thought.

Since my old man did cart off,

old Prudie have had to tend to these needs herself.

Not to mention other needs a body might have.

It seems a lifetime since I married Dwight.

Yet it's barely been a month.

He'll be home again soon.

Won't he?

- My most beloved wife Caroline, - I write with some trepidation.

The French fleet has been sighted

not far from our present position

in the channel.

Though it is impossible to know

how soon we must engage with them,

yet we know that attack is inevitable.

I beg you will not distress yourself,

for I have confidence that we will prevail,

that I will soon return home to you, my love.

When will you announce your marriage?

I've been thinking, it might seem disrespectful to Uncle Ray

if it were known I'd married Dwight in secret.

So when he returns,

perhaps a small visit to the church?

Where there will seem to be a wedding.

Followed by a lavish celebration at Killewarren.

And no one'll be any the wiser!

It's the seemly thing to do out of respect for Uncle Ray.

Ray Penvenen's death has been a great loss to the county.

He was a gentleman of the first degree.

Possessed the common touch,

lived a simple life.

We of less exalted stock

would do well to follow his example.

And yet you yourself have risen far, Sir Francis,

in wealth and status.

As have you.

Do you believe that we who have acquired

the privileges of wealth

should enjoy superiority in all matters?

I feel that power

should always be in the hands of those...

who know what to do with it.

And justice?

Superiority of intellect will always ensure

that justice is done.

As Ray Penvenen proved when he served as magistrate.

Yes.

However shall we replace him?

I'm having a small gathering here

next week.

Perhaps you'd favor me with your company?

And that of your charming wife?

We'd be delighted.

Do 'ee never go to church, sister?

Once a year, on Christmas Day.

Rest of the year I try and behave like a good Christian.

By avoiding sin?

See, I'm not that convinced

about sin, brother.

I think more highly of love.

My husband, my child,

my dog, my home.

Those matter more to me

than a Man sat on a throne in Heaven.

But sister, if you love Him first,

then all the rest will follow.

I don't think I want it to follow, Drake.

I think I want it just as it is.

Oh, well, I promised I'd try.

What?

He set you on to try

and convert me?

He thinks ye've more

a taking for me than for him.

I've a taking

for you both!

You've a beguiling way, Drake Carne!

I tremble for the young maids hereabouts.

Is that a comical book, Morwenna?

No, cousin.

I believe it's the same one you used to teach from.

I don't recall it being so amusing.

It never used to seem so.

What's amiss?

An old friend of yours.

Not been seen in these parts

since your father died.

Tholly!

Is it thee, young Cap'n?

Well!

Tholly Tregirls.

I thought you were dead.

Ahh...

Been nigh it oft enough, young Cap'n,

but cheated it by a whisker.

Or a hand.

I see Ned remembered you.

As do half the husbands and fathers in Sawle.

Is it my fault maidens can't resist I?

Where've I been these 13 years?

What's me trade?

Well, some do clep me "pirate", some "free trader."

And some less flatterin' names?

Fixer, fetcher... That's what I calls it.

You wants it, I ferrets it out.

At a cost.

Which, my father used to say, was more than guineas.

Ah, didn't stop him

from joinin' my adventures, though, did it?

Nor thee, young Cap'n!

Well, I shan't be joining any more.

Never say that, son!

See this little pouch?

In it I carry the bones of me hand.

Remind I how fragile is life.

Like in France now, terrible state.

Bloodshed and riot.

Murder and mayhem.

Live for the moment, say I.

And be damn'd to the consequence!

It's in the blood, son.

Adventurin'.

Old Joshua could never resist.

And I suspicion

'twill not be long afore we'll be off on a jaunt again.

Not if I can help it.

Of course, Sir Francis

did not explicitly offer me the position of magistrate.

But you expect him to?

On Monday, when we attend his gathering.

I'll need robes, of course.

A suitable wig.

But I can see myself on the bench.

Dispensing justice.

I seem to recall

Francis thought it remarkably tedious.

Francis took its benefits for granted.

I see it as a means to an end.

Which is?

To ensure that my son and heir

does not have to fight for his place in society.

Francis and I used to play here when we were boys.

Perhaps Geoffrey Charles will do the same.

With Valentine.

Do you fear for him?

Who?

Geoffrey Charles.

Left to the tender mercies of George, how can I not?

He was right.

Now he has a son, everything will change.

Not for us.

Let us keep our distance and... all will be well.

Little Verity!

Oh, Aunt!

I'm so glad to see you!

Come here, little mite.

Take off after his father, do he?

- I like to think so. - Verity!

So good of you to come.

We're quite the family gathering.

Oh, are Ross and Demelza here?

Oh, no... that is...

They don't count as family now.

Ross and George still have their differences.

But what a cherub he is!

Oh, and image of his papa!

And Valentine, who does he favor?

Oh, shall we go inside?

Lord have mercy on that poor Valentine!

Christened this day a Warleggan!

Little tacker giving 'ee grief, is he?

Who says it's a he?

A cross-beam.

From a ship?

There'll be many such timbers before the war is over.

Thank 'ee, brother.

'Twill be just the thing to bolster the roof.

And we shall pray for the souls of those who perished.

Which I dare say 'ee object to,

since 'ee did bestow the cottage as a dwellin',

not a meetin' house.

I couldn't care less what you use it for

as long as you don't stir up unrest in the village.

We've had enough in recent years.

We're looking for a little peace.

In the Lord

shall ye find it!

In truth,

Sam's flock have so swelled already,

we must look out a larger house of worship.

Preferably not on my land.

Valentine George, I baptize thee

in the name of the Father,

and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost.

Verity will be there.

And Caroline.

At the christening.

Yes, my son was most eager to make his entrance into the world

and see, already he's dictating terms!

His father's son!

A true Warleggan.

It's been a while

since you graced our humble house of prayer.

Do you find it much changed?

In what regard?

The roof no longer leaks, the west window is repaired,

new candlesticks adorn the altar.

Courtesy of yourself?

Who else?

As head of the premier family of the district,

I believe it's my duty to lead the way.

Was this not lately the Poldark family church?

George has a short memory.

I wonder, brother,

whether this church might not suit us?

It seem a goodly, Christian set of folks hereabouts.

Dear Valentine...

A robust little creature,

and none the worse for coming a month early.

He's darker than his father.

I think he favors his mother.

And may we expect an announcement soon?

Your engagement to Lord Coniston?

Oh!

No... I could not possibly consider it,

so soon after my uncle's death.

Do I understand that Dr. Enys assisted

at Valentine's delivery?

Mm, I'm sure we were much obliged to him.

I assume he's now returned to the Navy.

I believe he's in the Channel Patrol,

with the Western Squadron.

The Western?

I trust they were not involved in this latest skirmish?

Skirmish? We've not heard of any.

Yes, we had it

from one of our agents in Falmouth.

Ned Pellew's squadron, was it?

Caught in a storm, battled the French

for over 12 hours.

Three French ships lost, four of ours,

and a merchant ship blown off course.

A merchant ship?

Lost? You mean sunk?

As I understand it.

Do you recall any names?

Turmoil?

Uh, Trident?

As to the merchant ship, I've no idea.

Please excuse us, Miss Penvenen is unwell.

Judas! Is it certain?

Nothing's certain.

I must send to Falmouth, to the naval offices.

As wife of Captain Blamey, I'm well-known in the town.

I, I hope someone can enlighten us.

Ross is at the mine.

Where's Prudie?

Prudie?

Prudie?

The maid say...

You must get 'ee to Truro.

This be the path,

but now it goes across private land.

Be this not the land

of which Cap'n Ross did speak?

We must go round.

'Twill add miles, and my shoulder's fair crackin'.

I say we risk it.

'Tis not as if we mean any harm.

Lord, but christenings are dull!

Thank Heaven we escaped.

Your mama may not be so pleased.

Oh! Who's that?

This is private property.

Sir, we're just carrying this timber over to Sawle.

'Tis some heavy and we thought to take a shortcut.

Perhaps you might assure young master... Warleggan, is it?

No, it is not!

My name is Poldark,

and this is Poldark land.

Oh, 'tis you we seen by the path.

When 'ee did kindly direct us to my sister's house.

Who is your sister?

Demelza Poldark.

That's my aunt!

Does that mean we're related?

Indirectly.

I think we must be going.

Your mama will wonder where we are.

Mr. Warleggan has men patrolling the grounds.

If you make haste, you will avoid them.

'Tis kind of 'ee, ma'am.

We're much in your debt.

I think, Geoffrey,

it would be wise to say nothing of meeting those young men.

Your uncle is strict about trespass,

and we would not want to get them into trouble.

Do you really think they're related to Aunt Demelza?

It seems unlikely.

They seem very low-born.

Ye might've picked more

had ye not wasted time talking to I.

So I picked 'em for ye.

A small token

to celebrate this auspicious day.

Which, I trust, will be the first of many.

How thoughtful you are.

I'm astonished at Verity.

Making off like that, and taking Caroline with her.

What on Earth could she mean?

Truro yielded little news,

most of it vague and not to be relied upon.

But there are rumors

that the merchant ship is the Esmeralda.

No!

She appears to be missing.

Oh, dear God!

And the Travail?

Lost off the French coast.

Oh, heavens!

There's no way of knowing if any came ashore

or if she perished with all hands aboard.

I looked for Tholly, but so far not a whisper.

Mm, typical!

Whenever he might be of use, he vanishes.

Well, doubtless he's found some credulous wench

to take him to bed.

I'm not that sorry.

Involvement with Tholly always comes at a price.

And I have my own connections.

In the trade?

I know, I promised Demelza my dealings there were over.

But this is for Dwight and my cousin Verity.

So we put the word out?

All along the coast...

Any who travel to the Scillies and especially to France.

Tell them to keep their ear to the ground...

Any rumor, chance remark.

There again, we could always look to the power of prayer

to guide our search on this Holy Day.

'Tis now past

the hour, sir.

Our service begins when Mr. Warleggan arrives.

Warleggan?

Then let us while away the time

by praisin' the Lord in song.

Has little Verity abandoned us?

She sent for the baby and said she'd return soon.

Perhaps she finds her Nampara cousins

more congenial.

George?

Are you ready?

I dislike to keep

the congregation waiting.

Francis was never late.

But Francis did not assume

Sunday worship was conducted

purely for his benefit.

♪ A token of His love he gives ♪

♪ A pledge of liberty ♪

♪ I find Him lifting up my head ♪

♪ He brings salvation near ♪

♪ His presence makes me free indeed ♪

♪ And He will soon appear. ♪

I can only apologize.

Certain new members of our congregation

took matters into their own hands.

♪ I steadfastly believe ♪

♪ Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord... ♪

Rumors a-plenty.

None of 'em good.

A guinea for anyone

with solid information!

Eyewitnesses, names.

You know where to find me.

I think I must return

to Killewarren.

There's little I can do here.

And Ross will bring me news the minute he has any.

Then I shall return to Trenwith.

Elizabeth must think me unconscionably rude.

The last thing we need

is more discord between our two houses.

God's grace go with 'ee, sir.

The insolence of the man.

That's Methodists for you.

It disquiets me to see how they set themselves apart

as if thinking themselves superior.

I must humbly agree, sir.

In which case, can I suggest you deal with them

in an appropriate way?

Reverend Odgers, come in.

That's all we need!

More conflict with George?

How dare Odgers forbid

decent God-fearing Christians his church?

Yet, with respect, brother,

the Lord will surely have some purpose in these ructions.

I don't require the Lord's intervention in my affairs,

nor yours!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

the Lord has seen fit to consign hundreds of souls

to the bottom of the sea,

and I must try and discover if my friends are amongst them.

No news is better

than ill news.

Ross promised to send word

as soon as he had it.

You may be sure

he'll keep his word.

'Tis the Poldark way.

My dear, this feud between Ross and George,

can you find no way to end it?

You were once a Poldark yourself.

When you married Andrew, against the wishes of your family,

did you not vow to take his part in all things?

Yes, of course, but...

Well, I vowed likewise.

I am Warleggan now

and must take my husband's part.

Even against Ross?

Especially against Ross?

Well?

The Esmeralda seems to have disappeared

off the face of the Earth.

And the Travail?

There was a ship smashed upon rocks.

A handful of men came ashore.

Were met by a lawless rabble.

Rounded up, set upon.

Where they were taken, God knows.

Or indeed if this ship was the Travail.

And if it were,

how can we know if Dwight survived?

We can't.

At this distance.

Ross, you would not venture

to France now,

in the midst of riot and bloodshed?

How would you even get there?

What would you have me do?

Abandon Dwight to his fate?

No, but at least not be in such haste.

See if anything can be heard by other means.

As you wish.

You agree?

Why?

We have an invitation.

From Sir Francis Basset.

Who's he?

What George aspires to be.

His family came from nothing, yet his wealth and status

now dwarf everyone else in the county.

Why would he invite us?

No idea.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't go.

Especially as George and Elizabeth will likely be there.

But I'm told he has

several French nobles staying with him.

If they've come lately from France...

Might they have news of Dwight?

Well, hardly,

but the Travail, of its fate?

Who knows?

So you won't go to France before you speak with them?

I won't go to France before that.

Forgive me, I heard crying.

I thought Valentine was in distress.

Yes, he often seems so.

Will you not pick him up?

And have him think he may always have his own way?

Geoffrey Charles never cried.

Because you never left him to.

All children are different.

If you have another, you'll realize that.

Forgive me.

I hope and pray

you will have the chance.

And that the child is as gentle and amiable as Geoffrey Charles.

Now, let us not be late for Sir Francis.

This is the best beach in the world!

And it belongs to my Uncle Ross!

Oh!

Then should we really be venturing,

given the disagreement between your families?

It's no disagreement of mine.

Oh, but look!

Is that not Aunt Demelza's brother?

Master Geoffrey!

Miss Morwenna!

Proper waves, these, eh?

Oh, 'twill not be new to you, young master,

but to I, the discoveries I've made!

Course, ye'll know all about the Holy Well?

No.

What is it?

'Tis a hollow in the rocks by the sea,

but the water's pure and sweet,

on account of it was consecrated

a thousand year gone by St. Sawle himself.

Would 'ee care to see it?

Oh, no.

I, I don't believe...

Of course she would.

Lead on!

It far outshines Trenwith.

Or Killewarren.

And anything else in these parts.

Was it not built on the proceeds of their mines?

- And think of that, Ross! - Yeah.

If the lode did continue at Grace...

In ten years, I might be able

to build us a small outhouse.

We know our mission?

Get news of the Travail and Esmeralda,

by any means necessary.

'Tis sweet.

Taste it.

So it is!

'Tis a wishing well, too, they say.

What you do is, dip your right hand in the water,

saying, "Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,"

and then your wish is granted.

That's sacrilege.

'Tisn't, though,

beggin' your pardon.

This be a holy place as much as any church.

I suppose so.

I'll go first.

Father, Son,

and Holy Spirit.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Now you, Miss Morwenna.

Father, Son,

and Holy Spirit.

I'm not sure St. Sawle would approve of us,

making our frivolous wishes at his well.

Mine wasn't frivolous.

Nor mine.

Nor mine.

I must take Geoffrey home.

We've been gone for hours.

Race me!

Miss Morwenna.

Just something I made.

Sir Francis,

may I introduce my wife, Demelza?

Is it you we have to thank

for your husband's presence here today?

He generally shuns society.

I had much ado to persuade him.

Do you not think we should stick together?

After all, between us we provide work for much of the county.

I wouldn't presume to compare

my small enterprise with yours.

But I trust we have things in common?

A concern for the condition in which miners work,

a wish to improve them?

Have a care

or you'll be called a Jacobin.

Like yourself?

In truth, I am no friend of revolution.

To be governed by the mob

is to see the end of civil and religious liberties.

As those gentlemen will tell you.

They've lately escaped from France?

Within an inch of their lives.

Terror and bloodshed,

that is not democracy... That is vengeance.

And where it stalks, no one is safe.

Let me introduce you.

Ah, there is Sir Francis.

Of course, it does not do to seem too eager.

I can't imagine why Ross is here.

The Poldarks and the Bassets have a long acquaintance.

The connection goes back generations.

Of course, Sir Francis welcomes newer families...

Those whose fortunes, like his own,

were made, not inherited.

I must go and speak to Lady Whitworth.

Drake's very common, isn't he?

If by that you mean he's very low-born...

Oh, I don't care that he is!

To my mind he has more wit and humor than many of our class.

I would not let your Uncle George hear you say that.

In fact, I would not mention these visits at all.

Perhaps we shouldn't come again.

Morwenna, it's the best beach in Cornwall!

It is Poldark land.

And Drake's a Poldark relative.

I don't think any good could come of it.

Mistress Poldark?

Are you impressed with Tehidy?

Who could not be?

You don't find it too intimidating

in its size and splendor?

But, of course, these days, you glide with ease

through all of society, from lowest to high.

Why, only now I saw you conversing with our French amis.

They were speaking of plans for a landing in Brittany.

British-funded, no doubt.

To raise the Royalist flag.

The Bretons suffer fearfully.

You seem very well informed.

Well, I wonder what advantage we might take from such a landing.

We?

As in the British Navy?

As in we who have friends or relatives

lost on French shores.

Dr. Enys, for instance?

And if such a landing might be a means

of locating such as survived?

And if it did, of later freeing them?

Interesting thought.

Though entirely fanciful.

If such a landing were to be managed,

its aim would surely be the liberation of France,

not the rescue of some minor English officers.

Reverend Halse, do you know Captain Poldark's wife?

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

'Tis fortunate this is a large house, sir.

Then you and my husband may avoid each other.

Shall we try our luck at faro?

By all means, sir.

I'll join directly.

It will certainly be a hazardous venture,

but I wish you all success.

Merci, monsieur, merci.

Mr. Poldark.

Reverend Halse.

I wonder if you would favor me

with a moment of your time.

As you wish.

Ray Penvenen is a great loss.

A man of his breeding, good sense,

not easily replaced.

On the bench, I mean.

I couldn't say.

I never came before him.

A man of integrity, conviction.

In a justice of the peace, that is what one seeks.

And so often fails to find.

Your cousin was a magistrate,

your uncle before him.

There's been a Poldark on the bench

for the last hundred years.

Then you'll be glad to see I've broken with tradition.

Sir Francis Basset is not glad.

He's asked me to intervene,

to invite you to step up and follow in their footsteps.

He and you must know

it's barely four years since I was on trial

for wrecking, riot and assault.

On which charges you were, miraculously, acquitted.

And two years before that, I broke into Bodmin jail

and freed a prisoner.

Or do you and your fellow justices regard this

as "youthful exuberance"?

It's possible we espouse the principle

that a reformed sinner makes the best parson.

It's not simply in the matter of justice that one wields power.

As a magistrate one has a say in the setting of rates, taxes,

the use to which they are put.

One's influence in many spheres is considerable.

Then I'd be required to judge my fellow men?

Naturally.

Therein lies the problem.

You should be aware that if you decline this role,

it will be offered elsewhere.

Nevertheless, I do decline.

To Mr. George Warleggan.

An admirable choice.

George has all the qualities I lack.

And lacks many of the qualities you have.

Do not lose heart.

I'm sure he's safe.

Then why have we not had word?

I must prepare myself.

Verity...

My dear, do not pity me.

Pity Caroline.

Her life with Dwight has barely begun

and I've had six years of happiness.

I have our beloved child.

I never expected such joy.

And if all is now lost,

I'll be forever grateful I had it so long.

You're too good.

I'm not.

I'm like you.

You've learnt to make the best,

to be grateful for whatever you have in your life.

Even Elizabeth and George?

I confess that disquiets me.

The Poldarks are quick to anger and slow to forgive, but you?

Have you become so like Ross

that you can no longer let go ill will?

Here we are, in the same room,

bound by ties of blood, yet unable to meet.

Will you not let me bring you together?

It is impossible. Why?

What is the cause of this present feud?

My dear,

your husband's ship,

the Esmeralda... Yes?

Captain Trevose

has had word from the Admiralty.

She put into port in Lisbon

two days ago,

weather-beaten but unharmed.

I must go to Lisbon!

Most excellent news.

I'm very glad.

You refused the offer?

'Twas a mistake!

As magistrate you could've done so much good.

Common folk do need someone on their side.

I wouldn't be permitted to be "on their side."

I'd be obliged to be "fair."

And would you not use your power wisely?

With justice and mercy?

For all the right reasons?

Unlike someone we know.

Yes!

Did you glean anything from the Frenchmen?

Nothing I didn't already know.

I didn't wish

to distress Caroline,

but the comte de Sombreuil thinks

we should prepare for the worst.

Why?

If there were survivors, there'd be names, lists.

Posted about the streets, to boast of their capture.

There are no lists.

So no one survived?

Justice of the peace!

The first Warleggan to be called to the bench!

Are you not impressed?

Unsurprised.

After all, what other candidate could there be?

Ross?

Ross?

The obvious choice.

And yet he was not offered it.

Perhaps he was.

Lisbon awaits us, sweetheart, and Papa will be waiting for us.

If we close our eyes, we can imagine we're already there.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Morwenna.

There is some consolation.

I knew if it existed, you'd find it.

Andrew is safe, and Verity will soon join him in Lisbon.

And Sam and Drake have settled.

And we left Tehidy without bad words 'twixt you and George.

So perhaps we can hope for a little peace in our lives.

Peace, yes.

I like the sound of that.

A guinea was the sum, I bla'?

Ah, ah, ah, ah...

The Travail ran aground

near a place called Quimper.

There's an old convent turned into a prison.

Hundreds of English prisoners are kept there.

Could Dwight have been taken there? If he survived.

An old friend of my father has contacts in France.

Smuggling contacts.

There's a merchant in Roscoff, a man called Clisson.

He's known in the town

and would be willing to seek out information... for a price.

And so?

I think I must go.

Little Verity.

Will I ever see you again?

You shall, dear aunt.

I promise you.

Where are you, my love?

Where are you?

Un...

deux...

trois!

Arrête!

Lève-toi maintenant!

Lève-toi!

J'ai dit, lève-toi!

Be ready

and...

Heave!

Heave!

Come on.

Come on!

Heave!

Hold!

See, I telled 'ee, young Cap'n,

we'd soon be off on another jaunt!

Get ready...

Oi.

Now, Cap'n...

Ready!

And heave!