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- Dearest Demelza, - I feel your absence keenly

yet I rely upon your wonderful resourcefulness

to keep the home fires ablaze till I return...

My dearest Ross, mind I don't blaze you,

if ever you deign to come home again.

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Where shall we dine?

I regret I have a prior engagement.

Who dares take priority over me?

Prime Minister.

Captain Poldark.

I'm glad to hear your Poor Relief scheme

succeeded in Cornwall.

And I've every sympathy for a bill to implement it

across the nation.

But it will not be passed.

Why?

Because too many of our Members deem it in their interest

to keep the "small man" in his place.

Then I must ask myself why I became a Member,

if not to change that?

Your impulse is sound,

and I believe its time will come.

And in the meantime?

Take care of those you can.

Help those who cannot help themselves.

Your wife, is she in London?

In Truro.

I rely on her to keep me appraised

of all that occurs in my absence.

Does she ever visit?

How could I bring her?

Who would manage Cornwall?

Forgive me, sir.

Where might I find Dr. Enys?

I've mislaid him these three weeks. Forgive me.

I've been advising Dr. Behenna at the new infirmary.

It opens in a fortnight.

And between that and my patients...

And tryin' not to think of Caroline?

Oh, Caroline will insist on invading my thoughts.

Though not, alas, my home.

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Nat Pearce... has croaked.

How tragic.

Foolish, foolish old man!

Is it true, Father?

He stole money from his clients' funds

and gambled it away? Not gambled.

Speculated.

Though some might say it's the same thing,

since the money was lost.

Could you not have prevented him?

By the time I found out, the damage was done.

Pascoe's Bank stands guarantor for those funds,

and I intend to honor them in full.

Can you?

We'll be somewhat pinched,

but if no other strain is placed on our resources.

Ah, there you are, wife.

Father-in-law?

Deuced glad I trusted him with none of my capital.

I hope you're keeping it safe, sir.

Rest assured, St. John,

your entire marriage settlement remains untouched.

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"Help those who cannot help themselves"?

At least it's a mission.

Since you cannot bear to be without one...

Is that how you see me?

My dear, you must always be about some scheme or another.

When do you ever stand by and do nothing?

Drink up, Poldark!

He would hardly thank me for showing him up

in front of his friends.

Oh...

Oh, shame on you, Poldark!

Kitty will be disappointed

if you cannot stand to attention!

A brace of Poldarks!

Quel embarras de richesses!

We were just leaving.

Deserting your post?

Is the pace too warm for your nephew?

On the contrary.

I think he found it rather dull.

To Nathaniel Pearce, Esquire,

and his most helpful demise.

Hm.

Perhaps now would be a good time

to resume your literary career...

with himself safely in the ground.

It comes to the notice of a well-wisher

that you entrust your savings to Pascoe's Bank.

I must inform you it is on the verge of insolvency,

owing to the criminal activities

of Pascoe's accomplice, Nathaniel Pearce,

who has been permitted to embezzle funds

entrusted to him.

I therefore advise you

to withdraw your deposits

from Pascoe's Bank without delay.

We will continue this later.

What was that letter?

Oh, business.

Pertaining to Ross?

Why would you think so?

You have a particular expression

when you're conspiring against him.

I've seen it many times.

I can assure you, there was no mention of Ross in that letter.

Yet I wonder why

you're so keen to protect him.

It is you I'm keen to protect, George.

From your own imaginings.

Which have injured us both in the past.

But on this occasion I see it was my imagining.

So forgive me.

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Does Adderley not know who the boy's stepfather is?

Do you think he cares?

Still, I'm glad to see you're resolved not to interfere.

Perhaps we all need a little distance from London.

How many have you got?

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Yes! Well done.

I thought 'ee should know, mistress,

old Nat Pearce is dead.

Oh.

And?

Well, 'tis said he left his affairs in disarray...

Talk of embezzlements an' the like.

But Ross had no dealings with him.

Well, Pascoe's Bank did.

And now 'tis said there may a crash.

And that Pascoe's be no longer a safe place to keep money.

Judas.

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I come again to ask 'ee.

My answer's the same.

Thank 'ee kindly.

But no.

But why?

There be no hope of resurrectin' this.

So why not come an' live with me in Sawle?

Because I'd not disrespect Rosina

by showin' my face there again.

I'm minded to start afresh,

maybe 'list as a soldier or go to sea.

Morwenna's dead to me.

And I'll not injure Rosina more.

So I'll see what may be salvaged here,

and then I'll be on my way.

I thank you.

Leave me.

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My dear, are you quite well?

You seem very pale.

I believe I may be sickening for something.

You must look after yourself my dear.

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Morwenna!

My daughter-in-law

had no business to send for you.

I cannot imagine what she has to complain of.

I'll be happy to ascertain that

if I might see her alone?

She has no secrets from me.

Then doubtless she'll give you a full account

once I've examined her.

Your note mentioned tremors?

Palpitations? Nausea?

If you would furnish me more details,

I could perhaps prescribe...

Oblivion?

Can you supply that?

Yes.

But first I might ask what you wish to escape.

I might also tell you that I myself once wished

for such a thing.

When I returned from France, with my senses numbed

and my nerves frayed...

And violated?

As I have been violated?

My husband,

before he died... I understand.

And I urge you to put all thoughts of him behind you.

Look to the future with hope...

I wish that were possible.

God go with 'ee, maid.

And thee, sir.

Rosina?

What passed 'twixt thee and my brother,

I believe he did wrong.

A promise is a promise

and should not be broke on a whim.

'Twas not a whim, Sam.

For he loved she afore he ever saw me,

and when she was wedded,

he felt he must go to her,

so... I respect him.

I don't respect her.

She's free now, yet she've turned him away.

If she truly loved him, why did she so?

That I cannot answer.

And perhaps I have no right

to speak to thee of Drake at all,

but if you'll allow me...

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Then there's only one thing you can do.

Which would put a seal on George's trust

which no-one could dispute.

Give him another child.

That cannot alter what's gone before.

It could.

If there were some... confusion over the dates.

If it could seem to him another eight-month-child?

Mama...

- Gentlemen, please. - Gentlemen, have patience!

I will see you all in turn.

It's true that some of the funds Nat Pearce misappropriated

carried our guarantee.

They will be honored in full.

There's not the slightest threat

to the stability of the bank.

Unless all of my old clients proceed as you wish to do

and suddenly withdraw, in full,

deposits which have lain with us for years.

Mistress Poldark, what a pleasure.

A glass of port?

Thank you, no, sir.

'Tis the end of the month,

and as you know, our usual custom...

Is to draw money for wages.

Of course.

500?

I will instruct my clerk.

But sir, I bethink if you're in such trouble...

You wish to safeguard yourself by taking more.

I quite understand.

Captain Poldark has over 3,000 pounds

to his credit.

But I'd esteem it a favor

if you'd not take it all at once.

In a week, I hope, we will have weathered the storm.

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Yes, I did hear rumors

of the crisis at Pascoe's Bank.

But I assume it will blow over.

Forgive me, my Lord.

I don't rightly understand these things

and dearly wish Ross were here to help,

but in his absence...

It's the end of the month, and I went to draw money

to pay our wages, but... I found I could not.

You mean, Pascoe's could not pay you?

No, I mean, I could not withdraw it.

If I do,

it will encourage others to do the same,

and Pascoe's been Ross's friend these 20 years.

Surely now is the time to put money in,

not draw it out.

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Your concern was not needed, Uncle.

Everyone in London has their little amours.

Everyone gambles and drinks to excess.

On their stepfather's money?

Why could you

not have been my stepfather?

I could never fund

your education... Or your escapades!

I suggest you retain George's favor.

Believe me, it's the only reason I tolerate him.

'Tis not... only advice I seek, my Lord,

but... a loan.

2,000 pounds, to meet our wages.

How many men do you employ?

Um... I can't rightly remember.

From conversations with your husband,

I would guess that

800 pounds would more than cover your needs.

May I offer you a word of advice?

Loyalty is admirable,

but it's unwise to be governed by sentiment.

This money is for you

and your mine.

Not to prop up a shaky bank in Truro.

No, my Lord.

I'm that grateful, my Lord.

I wonder who his father would have preferred.

For a stepfather.

Neither of us.

George may be a moral bankrupt,

but I could never have made Elizabeth happy.

She requires a life of ease and luxury.

And you require...?

A wife who's willing to dirty her hands.

Excuse me, sirs, where must I go to pay money in?

Pardon, me sirs?

Pray excuse me, sir?

I have money to pay in.

Which way must I go?

Good day, Mr. Martin,

you're not here to withdraw funds?

No, ma'am, deposit.

As I've done every month these 20 years.

And I, sir. 30 years!

And 'ave no reason to stop now.

I be new to these parts.

And have been recommended...?

Oh, yeah...

and have been recommended to this bank

on account of it bein'... um...

Safer 'n Bodmin Jail!

For once in, there's no gettin' out.

And truly I declare, I'd trust Pascoe's with my life!

I was only thinkin' of... What?

That I'm so marred and dainty,

I can't abide to look at 'ee now?

Or hear folks gossip?

"Poor Rosina,

twice let down, and maybe now she'll never wed."

There be no words too wicked for the wrong that I did 'ee.

Hush yer creening!

'Tis I was jilted, not thee.

And if I can stay and bear it, so can 'ee.

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So Pascoe is

clinging on.

But are we to be thwarted by a scullery maid?

I think not.

My dear St. John,

how good of you to respond so promptly to our note...

Concerning your outstanding loans with us.

Which of course you're happy to renew?

The season's been damned expensive.

And,

as cousin to the Honorable Member for Truro,

I must look the part

if I'm to benefit from the association.

Cousin?

To Ross Poldark?

Did we know that?

Not wanting to be a killjoy,

but capital's scarce.

Our bank lately financed

several schemes which ran into difficulties.

Not unlike those which ruined Nat Pearce.

So, regrettably, we find ourselves obliged

to call in a number of our short-term loans.

Including yours.

What?

Gentlemen, this is a poor jest.

But... but that's outrageous!

You surely recall

how I chose to retain you as my bankers

even though my wife Joan urged me

to bank with her father.

And this is how you repay me?

And you'll recall your wife's dowry,

a considerable sum,

still resides at her father's bank.

I suggest you call upon it now.

I believe it will almost

cover your debts. Hmm.

Preposterous!

Disgraceful!

I should add

that this unfortunate situation

is temporary.

Within three months, we expect the crisis to pass.

Should you then apply to us for credit...

Oh, oh, I see.

- A mere three months? - Though I beg you

not to mention our present difficulties,

for fear it should frighten our investors.

Of course.

You can rely on my discretion.

Ah, Dr. Enys.

How go the preparations for the grand opening?

Of the infirmary?

Gratifying for we subscribers

to see the fruits of our labors.

At any rate, the fruits of your donations.

One cannot do too much for the deserving poor.

As you yourself demonstrate

by your generous support of Ross's scheme.

Yes,

we are quite the charitable cabal.

A pity his obligations in Westminster

keep him from Cornwall.

So much afoot, which he is sadly missing.

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Never learn, do ye?

Brother Tom did say

'ee were a stubborn little tacker.

My brother do wish for no trouble.

And yet...

it do always seem to find 'im.

Ignore him.

Come on.

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Mama!

My darling!

The prodigal returns.

Is that me or you?

Will you take some refreshment?

I assume George isn't home?

Thank you for taking him under your wing.

And for bringing him home. I was glad to do it.

I've been informed

by the chief clerk of Pascoe's bank

they've closed their doors.

No one can withdraw money.

Which means for Ross, his entire life savings.

Elizabeth should hear it from me. Hmm.

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I'll be at the infirmary till late.

Tell Bone I'll take supper in my room.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Enys.

There's a terrible shortage of good physicians in London.

I was obliged to come to Cornwall to find one.

And do you have an appointment?

I'm afraid not.

Do you think you might fit me in?

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To our friendship.

Yes.

Though I doubt George would approve of my visit.

Will you tell him?

Of course.

You know him, Ross.

He will never be rid of his doubts,

so why would I provoke them further?

Why, even now...

Yes?

I suspect him of being about some scheme or other.

Against me?

Never!

It's his way.

I've grown used to it.

I'm content.

Truly?

Yes.

Truly.

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Mama!

Valentine, my love,

is it not time for your supper?

Where's Bessie?

Happy to make your acquaintance, sir.

Bessie, will you take him?

Wait, Bessie.

A fine boy.

Yes.

Did you ever think further

of that conversation we had at Sawle Church?

Yes.

I'm very mindful of it.

Well, if you see me in Truro,

feel at liberty to ignore me.

I shall.

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Who was that?

Mama.

An unexpected visitor.

Look who's come to stay.

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Can you forgive me?

For leaving you?

It was what you needed.

So there is nothing to forgive.

How was London?

Thrilling, diverting,

brutal, cold.

One fears for the young there.

You told me when Sarah died,

that you were never meant to be a mother.

Do you think so still?

I see I must be on my guard, Dr. Enys.

You seem determined to prove I have feelings after all.

We have no savings, no wages,

we owe Falmouth 800 pounds.

'Ee did all 'ee could, maid.

It wasn't enough.

I could kick myself.

Judas, I'm an idiot!

Oh, I doubt that.

Ross!

Oh, Jeremy.

Papa.

Good boy.

Let me look at you.

A little thinner perhaps,

but no idiot as far as I can tell.

Oh, Ross, if only you knew.

Perhaps I do.

Pascoe's Bank?

I met with Zacky.

He told me of your valiant efforts.

Which all came to naught.

Pascoe's was ruined anyway.

Did I do right or wrong, Ross?

I have to know.

There was a choice to make, and...

What?

You are worth all Westminster.

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Back for good, are 'ee?

As 'ee see. I mislike it.

And when I mislike a thing,

I make it known.

By burning down a forge?

Oi, what? Why would you think so?

You do know that arson's a hanging offense.

Arson? Look, I know naught about that.

Look, my brother did wrong

by Rosina.

But she've made her peace with him.

Their story be done.

And now he've returned,

you'll not lay a finger 'pon him.

Will I not?

No. For if you do,

you'll have me to answer to.

And though the Lord do exhort us not to vengeance,

for my brother's sake, I will repay.

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My dear Ross,

it's been a miserable business,

Yeah, and I agree...

If more of my friends had been on hand,

we might have weathered the storm.

But...

The Bassets' bank have agreed

to take over all my accounts and liabilities.

Why can't the bank be reconstituted as before?

With what capital?

A bank must have a capital before it can start lending.

That is the basis of credit. Yes,

but there's not a bank in England who can meet

all of its creditors at the same time.

There's no need,

the creditors have sufficient faith in them.

What has caused yours to waiver?

The very question I asked myself.

Till somebody showed me this.

Anonymous, of course.

Yet I think we may guess the author.

"A well-wisher."

Of course,

there's no absolute proof,

but... 'tis done now.

And on a more cheerful note,

I shan't be entirely redundant.

I've been offered the post

of chief clerk at Basset, Rogers & Co.

The salary is not to be sneezed at.

No, it's to be spat at!

Truly, Harris,

if I cannot do better for you than that!

Do not attempt it.

This final maneuver of the Warleggans...

Calling in St. John's loan,

just as we hoped we were safe...

It was masterly.

And it will strengthen,

not blacken their reputation.

For who will dare challenge a family

who have the power to bring down a bank?

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Thank you very much for meeting me this morning.

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Much appreciated.

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Supper's hot.

Not hungry.

Just weary.

Of arguing, riding, persuading.

Did you persuade?

There's sympathy for Pascoe,

but no offers of capital to restart the bank.

And we still have the problem of how to pay our men.

What's your opinion?

Mine?

We're partners, are we not?

Hmm.

Well, as your partner, I think...

first, you should tend to your stomach,

and then...

maybe tomorrow you could beg Dwight and Caroline

for a loan to pay our wages.

And maybe see if Sir Francis has aught to suggest?

My thoughts entirely.

Mistress.

Zacky, um...

Captain Ross and I do wish to thank all our workers

for their patience

in bearing with us till we can pay wages.

'Tis well thought on, mistress.

In return they'll get a half-day off

and an extra sixpence

besides.

'Twill be much appreciated.

And tonight we invite all to Nampara,

where we'll have a bonfire

and a barrel of ale

and stargazy pie!

Bless 'ee.

It is unfortunate, yes,

and I too was away when Pascoe's collapsed.

But in truth, Captain,

the days of the small bank are done.

So under the circumstances. The circumstances

generated by this?

Sent to 50

of Pascoe's most prominent clients.

This is monstrous.

I've spoken with many of them.

And most are willing

to allow their accounts remain in Pascoe hands

and see him trade again.

Is all well and good, but who will finance him?

Could Basset's not provide?

A loan?

It would take him years to repay.

No, I'm sorry,

but the amalgamation which is in process

seems to me the only practical solution.

Why not a new concern?

"Bassets, Rogers, Pascoe & Co"?

It would gain all Pascoe's clients,

including myself. Out of the question.

Pascoe's name would bring with it an air of failure

and misjudgment.

Surely his only misjudgment

was to ever cross swords with the Warleggans?

Are we not agreed,

every time the Warleggans triumph over the smaller man,

it makes the next small man

less likely to stand up to them?

It would be a mistake, Captain,

to press too hard from a position of weakness.

Well, then I appeal to your generosity

and your sense of fair play.

He threw you out?

I left before he could.

I could've told you not to press him.

You know he dislikes to be maneuvered.

And you are the expert on how to direct him?

Did I not persuade him to make friends with Falmouth?

Perhaps you should negotiate with him next time.

Will there be a next time?

What was it the prime minister said?

"See for those you can"?

Then that's what we must do.

There, Ross.

Ye've been generous with us...

So we've a little gift in return.

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You're all right.

Yes, you may well venture again.

And, I suspicion, be kindly received.

But would 'ee not venture one last time with Morwenna?

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Are you not glad to have your husband home?

In London he's exemplary.

Despite profuse temptation and provocation.

You don't believe me?

Yes, only...

London's so far away,

and we're much of the year apart.

Sometimes I wonder do Ross prefer it that way?

He in London, I in Cornwall.

Do the distance leave him...

"unencumbered," is that the word?

Then go to London with him.

He haven't asked me.

Nor will he.

He likes me here, to tend to his affairs.

It's as if we're in harness

and work alongside each other

but 300 miles apart.

In spite of George's efforts

to grind poor folk down,

the new infirmary's a grand thing, is it not?

It will make a difference.

I must congratulate George when I see him.

Ross, do not!

For my sake, go not even near him.

As you wish.

May I welcome you, one and all,

to our ceremony of dedication.

It is beyond the power of language

to describe a more afflicting scene

of human misery

as so often presents itself

in the wretched hand of some indigent creature

who lies languishing

on the hard and greasy pallet of sickness,

dragging out his wearisome life,

either wasted by slow and intermittent fevers

or wracked by excruciating pains.

Compose yourself, Morwenna.

You are a Whitworth!

It is for the comfort, succor, solace,

and salvation of such wretched creatures

that we, with nobler impulse

and finer feelings, have united

in our generosity,

our compassion...

The renegade returns.

Our beneficence...

Too late to save his spaniel.

And have today thrown open the doors

of the new Cornwall General Infirmary.

For now abideth faith, hope,

and charity.

But the greatest of them all

is charity.

Charity?

Why not hope?

All these benevolent, well-meaning folk,

keen to alleviate distress,

but how many people care about preventing it?

Not just to give money to the poor

but create conditions

in which the poor can earn money for themselves.

Is that a ludicrous notion?

You mistake the impulse, my friend.

People give because it soothes their conscience

and bolsters their reputation.

Few here are interested

in genuine empowerment for the poor.

Well played, George.

Use my cousin to bring down my bank

and lose me my savings.

Masterful.

Captain.

Bad sign.

Basset has no good news for me.

You always knew it was unlikely.

Mr. Pascoe,

I was sorry to hear of your bank's demise.

Where must I go now for investment advice?

To Basset, Rogers & Co,

where I've been so fortunate as to secure a position

as chief clerk.

Do I hear you've returned to Parliament, sir?

I represent the borough of St. Michael.

Ah. In whose name?

My own.

I meant in whose interest?

Falmouth's? Basset's?

I need no patron now, sir.

I own the borough.

And you, Captain Poldark.

How have you found Westminster?

I think I've learned a little.

Yawned a little. Ah.

I thought I was of use, and then I,

I thought again

Do you find it corrupt?

What is not?

Is there much to choose

in between politics and other forms of power?

Westminster has everything,

the highest ideals to the lowest.

Just the same as this town.

In what regard?

Ross...

Take, for instance,

the bank failure which occurred.

Was it caused by improvidence on the bank's part?

No.

It was induced from outside by corrupt power,

corruptly deployed.

I have been away and have not the benefit

of common knowledge.

To whom do you refer? If you do not know these names,

ask any of the traders

of this town, anyone will tell you.

Unless of course they're afraid that lying, anonymous letters

will be circulated about them too.

Dear me, Ross,

this seems rather like a storm in a teacup.

Trying to find scapegoats

for a perfectly normal business failure.

I applaud your loyalty to a friend,

but as is often the case with you,

it has blinded you

to the facts. Come away, Ross.

And the facts are these.

Harris Pascoe was a foolish old man

who allowed Nat Pearce to embezzle large sums of money

that were entrusted

to his care. You... lie!

Ross enough.

Come away, come away.

This is disgraceful.

I will have you expelled from Parliament!

Will you, George?

And how will you manage that?

- Good gracious... - Mrs. Warleggan!

Dwight? Help her! Please let me through.

- My carriage! - Call for my carriage!

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Were you feeling unwell prior to fainting?

No, not at all.

But it was so warm in the hall -

and very little air. Of course.

Um, forgive me, if I may be so bold...

is there a possibility that you might be with child?

I... no.

I don't believe so.

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You cannot be seen here.

Lady Whitworth will call the constables.

I mean no harm.

'Ee must know

that I did give up all hope of 'ee.

But Sam say I should come again...

and tell 'ee...

I love 'ee still.

And so I ask one final time:

will 'ee not take me?

'Tis no sin to love me.

Can 'ee not see that there be hope?

I did think so once...

but now...

Please go...

and never return.

I'm with child.

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Oh, Lord, how you vex me, Ross.

Must you always rise to George's bait?

Why did you not prevent me?

Am I my husband's keeper?

That is your task, is it not?

To be the better part of me?

Oh, I only wish we'd achieved more

on Pascoe's behalf.

He deserves more than to be a humble clerk.

This come for Mister Ross.

♪♪

Dr. Enys?

My love?

You know I am a hard creature.

And as we've established, I have no heart.

And it's been weeks

since I returned from London.

And... already you grow restless?

You wonder when you can decently return?

I've observed it, my love.

It's not in your nature to be starved of company.

Now I know myself better,

I realize I am a creature that needs variety.

London as well as Cornwall.

This time, I want my husband with me.

♪♪

If only to prove to your friends he exists? Am I so obvious?

Only to me.

♪♪

Forgive me.

I know you dislike Dr. Choake...

You've not summoned him?

My dear, I had no choice.

This nausea has not abated for a week.

I cannot bear to see you suffer.

Gentlemen,

I call to order

this meeting of the banking partners.

And before we begin, I must extend a welcome

to our newest partner,

Harris Pascoe.

You will all note a last-minute addition

to our number.

Some of you may query this.

The name in question brings no money...

Never will, not being the type to accumulate.

But he's making quite a name for himself

both here and in the capital.

So I think

he is an asset in himself.

♪♪

Captain Poldark,

I am delighted you could join us.

No one was more surprised than I.

Lord, what a personage you be these days.

Everyone'd wish to join their name to yours.

Perhaps soon you'll be too grand

to talk to me.

Only a matter of time.

Yet truly, Ross, as a banker and an MP,

will not all manner of inducements

come your way?

I should hope so.

But you'll remain immune.

Will I?

I know you.

In which case,

perhaps I'd better decline that very generous offer

which was made to me earlier today.

Which?

The use of a luxurious carriage to take me to London.

Along with my wife.

What?

You wish me to decline?

You wish me to come to London with you?

Oh, should I be going?

Naturally you're anxious.

But sometimes there are matters

that may only be attended to

when husband and wife are together.

Am I right, Dr. Enys? Always, my love.

It's only a month.

Oh, I can't believe we must ride away and forget 'em.

Rest assured,

in 20 years’ time, they'll ride away and forget us.

Don't say that!

Let's go look at them.

That's it.

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Dr. Choake prescribed several powders

to be taken thrice daily for a fortnight.

He also recommends purging, bleeding, blistering...

No.

My dear?

That will not be necessary.

Dr. Choake is mistook.

I'm not ill.

I'm with child.

My dear...

but, but this is wonderful news!

I can, oh, I cannot tell you how overjoyed...

no, but, but you must, you must rest,

you must allow me to take charge

of all your needs and wishes.

When, when may we expect...?

I think... December?

Or thereabouts.

December...

Well, we will...

we will take a house in Mayfair.

We might even have the child in London.

And, and let us hope for a girl this time.

Would that not be delightful?

Oh, my dear.

Ah, Uncle, we have good news.

And I have bad.

Basset's bank incorporated Pascoe's

to form the Cornish Bank.

Among partners listed

in the new enterprise is Ross Poldark.

No matter.

♪♪

Oh, Judas, Ross,

why didn't you wake me?

How did I get like this?

You fell asleep fully clothed.

I put you to bed.

An' failed to furnish me a nightgown?

Did you need one?

I need one now.

Go and fetch it.

A gentleman would fetch it for me.

That depends on the gentleman.

'Tis too bright, Ross.

One don't look becoming in daylight.

I disagree.

Are you going to hand it me or not?

Not.

Now you can't have me!

Oh, yes I can.

You're my prisoner.

My present.

To be unwrapped at leisure.

Sir?

Mrs. Parkins says breakfast is served.

Tell Mrs. Parkins we shall be down in an hour.

Or two.

I thought you liked me best in Cornwall?

A Demelza in Cornwall is a wondrous thing.

But a Demelza in London is even better.

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