LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece"... Common folk do need someone on their side.
I cannot be another man's puppet.
LINNEY: Previously, on "Poldark."
ROSS: He won.
So, my dear, you are to go to Westminster.
AUNT AGATHA: I should not have told him.
ELIZABETH: Since the day of her death he's been icy towards me.
What does he imagine?
ELIZABETH: That Valentine is not his child.
ROWELLA: Do you not love him?
I must find a way.
DEMELZA: I wish I could be two people.
One, your loving wife.
And the other?
DEMELZA: Someone new, who could love another just for a day.
LINNEY: "Poldark," the season finale, ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PRUDIE: ♪ The old grey duck ♪ ♪ She stole her nest ♪ ♪ And laid up in the fields ♪ ♪ And when the young ones ♪ PRUDIE and THOLLY: ♪ They came forth ♪ PRUDIE: ♪ They had no tails nor bills ♪ ♪ They had no tails nor bi... ♪ What's that, out there?
What?
PRUDIE: Be they ours?
France.
Lord, save us.
(Prudie shouting) The Frenchies are comin'!
PRUDIE: The Frenchies are comin'!
(villagers shouting) (bells ringing) (villagers shouting) The Frenchies are comin'!
(confused chatter) Where have they gone?
They'll be spyin' out our defenses, but they'll be back.
SIR FRANCIS BASSET: This threat from the French cannot be ignored.
Cornwall is woefully unprepared for an enemy which is now at our door.
Those men with military experience will form and train companies of volunteers to quell threat and disorder wherever it appears.
When the hour comes, and come it will, we must not be found wanting.
(men muttering) MAN: Truro is a key location... ♪ ♪ HUGH: If she, whom I desire, would stoop to love me, I would come hand in hand and kneeling, ask that she kindly receive me and deign to understand that all I have is hers, forever and a day.
Rest but her lips to mine.
And never let love decay.
ROSS: You should not be here alone.
The French have been sighted.
There's rumors of invasion.
No doubt you'll take up the flag and lead the charge against them.
And become a leader of men.
I happen to agree with Sir Francis.
I've seen what chaos revolution brings and I do not wish that on Cornwall.
(hooves beating on ground) ♪ ♪ (sizzling) ♪ ♪ Remember what we agreed, my love, Uncle George... ...is a kind and generous man, who only wishes to be a good father to me.
Even though what he did to Drake... Was wrong, and I'm sure he regrets it.
But if you and he quarrel, it will distress me beyond words.
For your sake, Mama, I'll be civil.
The old smithy on the edge of Trenwith land, who owns it now?
I believe Ross purchased it for his brother-in-law.
And very splendid it is.
(giggling) You permit him to visit.
ELIZABETH: Yes.
That was my decision.
What harm can it do?
Morwenna is wed. Geoffrey Charles will soon return to school.
How is Drake Carne in any way a threat?
The smithy is adjacent to my land.
It's deliberate provocation by Ross.
My dear, must we forever be imagining some Trenwith-Nampara feud?
I doubt Ross wastes a moment thinking of us, so I suggest we do likewise.
I trust you've suffered no insolence from him since I left?
I can't remember the last time I saw him.
Come, my dear.
You must be weary from your journey.
I am, indeed.
It's good to be home.
Drake Carne has had the impudence to set up shop on my boundary.
Tonight, you'll begin to show him how unwise that was.
You will find ways of ensuring his residence there is of short duration.
Rely on me, sir.
Good boy.
(birds singing) ♪ ♪ DWIGHT: Following my last visit, I'm pleased to say, Mrs. Whitworth continues to improve.
WHITWORTH: Ah, yes, indeed.
God be praised.
Though I would recommend a further period of abstinence.
Of course.
DWIGHT: I'm relieved to hear you say so.
WHITWORTH: But if I might suggest, some more of that helpful tincture to ensure her rest is undisturbed.
If Mrs. Whitworth has no objection?
As you wish.
My dear, why not rest a while before you enjoy my first sermon at Sawle Church this afternoon?
I will bring you your sedative.
That's kind of you, Ossie.
(distant moaning) (moaning continues) Present your firelocks!
♪ ♪ ROSS: Order your firelocks!
Couldn't pay me to enlist.
You're nought but a puppet.
ROSS: Gentlemen, you have responded to the call to maintain order and defend your country.
You are under my command.
You will obey my orders.
If you find this unacceptable, now is the moment to depart.
GEORGE: Ross Poldark.
I must ask you, is he the right man?
In view of his recklessness, lawlessness, previous contempt for authority.
He is the authority.
And what is his remit?
To quell threat and disorder, wherever it appears.
(laughs lightly) And can he be trusted to carry out your instructions?
More to the point, can you?
In your first term at Westminster, you voted against a bid to increase the legal rights of commoners.
You have challenged all proposals for lowering interest rates, and opposed a bill for enforcing a fixed price for grain.
In voting according to my conscience.
You have ignored our explicit agreement!
Meanwhile, you conspire with other grain merchants to keep prices high, despite the failed harvest and recent rioting.
If unrest should again rear its ugly head, it is comforting to know that a hero is on hand to save us.
WHITWORTH: And finally, Lord, thank you for granting your humble servant the living of St. Sawle.
Further parishes would be most gratefully received.
Amen.
ROWELLA: Vicar, I have some disquieting news.
I'm with child.
(crying) I waited and waited to be sure there's no mistake.
There is no mistake.
Dear God.
What shall we do?
We?
Perhaps I should run away.
Might you?
No.
You're right; we must face this together.
(groans) DEMELZA: Drake!
Must have happened in the night.
Judas, who would do such a thing?
Nay, it is not all.
This day already, four folks sent word saying they'd not be needing my services more.
(straining) Yet, I must carry on.
Nay, your work is good, your price fair.
You've made no enemies.
Bet it's George.
Up to his old tricks again, getting at Drake to get at you.
George is a Member of Parliament.
He could hardly risk his reputation by harassing a lowly blacksmith.
And besides, Elizabeth would never permit such behavior.
You know that for a fact?
I know Elizabeth.
♪ ♪ Shall I answer as a friend or a physician?
Which will tell me what I most want to hear?
There is no kindness in giving false hope.
So I must surrender?
My vision and... my heart's desire?
The latter you never possessed, nor ever could.
So what do you prescribe, my friend?
Acceptance.
(door closes) Satisfied, are 'ee?
I could wish my rum was less depleted.
Stand by, huh?
While the high and mighty set their ruffians on the meek?
If it is George, confrontation and aggression is fruitless.
He will deny it and we have no proof.
All we can hope is he will soon become bored and find some other innocent to torment.
DEMELZA: Is that what we hope?
Some other victim so we can say, "Nought to do with we."
ROSS: Demelza... this week, there were three French ships on the horizon.
I may soon have a real battle to fight.
Spare me this one.
I think, Vicar, I may have found a solution.
If I were to marry someone else...
There is a young man.
Of course, he does not know of my condition.
Perhaps he would utterly spurn me if he did.
Who is this person?
Arthur Solway, from the library.
Well, have you been intimate with him?
Oh, Vicar, how could you think so?
Then how can you think he will marry you?
Because he asked me last week.
Ah.
And he is quite unaware... Quite unaware.
And you think, if you marry him, he never need know.
Of course, he must know.
I'm amazed you would even suggest that I lie.
Obviously, I will not tell him whose child it is.
Might he agree?
I think he could be persuaded.
With the right inducement.
£1,000.
Rowella, escort this person from my house.
And see that he never returns.
(cries) Do you not think if even the likes of Tholly grow discontent and then finally must speak out... Tholly loves the sound of his own voice.
If you do not challenge the corrupt and unjust, then commoners will rise, and then you'll be powerless to help them.
What would you have me do?
I'd have you step up.
I'd have you be great.
I'd have you declare what you stand for.
You would have me pontificate and play the hero and make some grand dramatic gesture.
I am not that man, Demelza.
I've never been that man.
And if that's what you seek, I suggest you look elsewhere.
♪ ♪ (fire crackling) (grunts) (crackling, horse whinnying) (grunting) (fire roaring, wood creaking) (birds chirping) (door opens) Mama, may I beg a favor?
What is it, my sweet?
Will you hear what my friend has to say?
(scoffs) A petition from the people of Grambler, Sawle, and Mellin.
Will I sell them grain at 30 shillings a bushel?
(laughs): Are they mad?
Do they not realize my family has a business to run, expenses to cover?
If the people of Grambler, Sawle, and Mellin cannot afford it, we will sell it to those who can.
If the landing happens here, we need to evacuate the cottages close to the shore and get the tenants out of harm's way.
If need be, we have the farm at Mellin to house... ZACKY: Ross, we have a visitor.
A natural leader.
What fool told you that?
Daring, resourceful, courageous.
Courage is often confused with having nothing to lose.
We have much to lose here if the French descend.
And if they do, I trust we will rise to the occasion.
That is my hope too.
Yet, as we both know, sometimes when occasion beckons, the chalice is offered and declined.
Sometimes the chalice is poisoned.
One never knows, until one tries.
My second choice of candidate had no such scruples.
George is a first-rate politician.
I doubt you mean that as a compliment.
Yet the event often proves the worth of the man.
Cometh the hour.
Are you suggesting that this persecution is the work of our servants?
Sorry to say so, ma'am.
And I know it must be unbeknown to you.
To me?
Are you saying it is known to Mr. Warleggan?
I can't say that, ma'am.
All I do know is Tom Harry have threatened my customers, breaked my forge, and set light to my workshop.
What is this man doing here?
He asked to speak to me and... Get out of my house.
I meant no offense, ma'am.
None has been taken.
Now, before I have you thrown out.
♪ ♪ (door closes) Why was that upstart here?
To ask me to intervene on his behalf.
Intervene?
Is it true that you've been attempting to drive him from his forge?
His presence there is a deliberate affront by Ross.
And that justifies this harassment?
Wrecking a man's workshop, threatening his customers?
Good God, I know no details.
I live the minutiae to Tom Harry.
If the details are beneath you, is not also the intimidation of a young man, whose only crime is to be related to Ross Poldark?
Drake Carne defied me.
He brought toads to our pond.
Whatever Tom saw fit to do... Tom Harry is a brute and I want him dismissed.
♪ ♪ I want no trouble.
You should have thought about that before you came trespassing on private property.
I aren't trespassing.
Came to speak to Mrs. Warleggan.
Do we believe him?
(laughing cruelly) All right, lads.
Scat him up.
(groans) (grunting) Tom!
(coughing) (grunts) Let's hope your blessed toads come save 'ee.
(whispering to himself) (footsteps approaching) ROWELLA: Forgive me, Vicar, I wish to let you know that I've written to the bishop.
I've asked him to pray for me.
You haven't told him about your condition.
He will never believe you.
He will think you an hysterical child.
I've also mentioned the mole you have on your left buttock, shaped like a pig's tail.
'Tis very distinctive.
I've drawn it for him.
You are the most evil...
I think, Vicar, that Arthur would be willing for me to give you this letter.
In exchange for £500.
(choking, whimpering) You should never have let him go.
'Twas but a courtesy call, he said.
Drake!
♪ ♪ (groaning, crying) Dear God.
Is he dead?
He's breathin'... he's still breathin'.
Get help!
Go to Killewarren and fetch Dwight.
(Drake coughs feebly) You're lucky to be alive.
Who did this?
Can't rightly say.
Never see'd their faces.
DEMELZA: 'Twas George's brutes.
Who else would it be?
CAROLINE: Then there'll be no recourse.
George will deny all knowledge, and who can challenge him?
(Drake coughs) SAM: Must we truly stand by, while the rich and mighty ride roughshod across we?
I don't believe God means for I to do it.
Nor I, lad.
To see a young tacker basted to within an inch of his life.
And none called to answer for it.
And Warleggan a Member of Parliament.
THOLLY: All the more reason for him and his enterprises to be held to account.
CROWD: Yeah...
Yes, all right... 'Tis time... ...to hit him where it hurts.
(villagers murmuring in agreement) ♪ ♪ When shall we go to London?
Go when you please.
You cannot still be angry because of the incident with the boy.
You surely don't suggest... That we're incompatible?
That our marriage is foundering on suspicion and jealousy?
That your objection to the boy is really your hatred of Ross?
I wondered when that name would occur.
Are you not jealous of him?
Is suspicion not eating you up?
Poisoning your family life?
Turning your achievements to bitterness and gall?
There can be no future for our marriage, if that is the case.
(stammers) (door slams) THOLLY: Make haste, quiet about it.
That's it, heave.
One, two, three, heave!
Make fast.
Secure it at the back, quick about it.
Quick about it.
Ready?
And heave!
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ PRUDIE: Oh, maid, come home.
There's a visitor.
I can't now, Drake needs me.
(panting) Begging your pardon.
'Tis one I b'la you wish to see.
I can stay and make myself useful.
No, 'tisn't right, Prudie.
How oft do the men take a fancy to another woman and sometimes act on it?
I would never; t'would break Ross's heart.
No, I must give up all thoughts of him.
As Ross gave up all thought of Elizabeth for me.
Did he?
Ye sure?
(baby cooing) Well, my dear.
(door closes) I trust you are feeling rested and ready to resume your... No, Ossie.
My dear, I think you forget yourself.
I come in all friendliness, intending to give the natural...
I said no.
You will leave this room and never return.
Can I believe my ears?
Are you so willful, so headstrong, so...
Blind?
No.
Nor half witted neither.
My sister is with child.
Your child.
Despite your attempts to sedate me, I have not been deaf all of the time.
You must realize it was not my fault.
That girl has some evil in her, which makes a man possessed.
But now, by the grace of God, I have returned to you, so let us pray together.
And then, happily resume our marriage.
Never.
(laughs lightly) You have no right to deny me.
I am your husband and you will do as I command.
I will kill your son.
So help me God, if you do so much as approach me again, I will smother him.
Merciful heaven.
You don't believe I'll do it.
Do you really want to take that chance?
You've been ill, Morwenna, and I have no wish to see you relapse.
I will leave you... ...to think over your duty to me.
I will pray to our Lord to grant you forgiveness.
(baby crying) (door closes, baby wailing) (panting) I didn't mean it.
Of course I didn't mean it.
ZACKY: But Drake be no harm to anyone.
It beggars belief.
Had he been found an hour later.
(gunshot) Of course, Demelza asked me not to tell you.
She was afraid of what I might do to George.
ZACKY: As well she may be.
Will you go to Trenwith?
This instant.
(gunshot) What is it?
ROSS: Is it Drake?
Agatha's grave.
Need we discuss that now?
Things you need to attend to?
What things?
None that need concern you.
That's convenient, Ross.
No concern of mine who you meet, who you talk to, who you kiss.
It is not what you imagine.
Ross, I am weary of it.
Secret kisses, secret smiles.
How many other secrets must there be between us?
Keep them, Ross.
Keep them all.
And I will keep mine.
Demelza... GUARD: Urgent word from Truro, Captain.
What is it?
The French?
The peace and safety of our country is threatened.
We're ordered to the northern road.
We must mobilize at once.
♪ ♪ Well.
Can I make it any plainer?
I abandoned my squadron in the middle of a war to throw myself at your feet.
Is there a more extravagant way I could declare my love?
A longer poem would have sufficed.
Not for me.
Shall we walk to Hendrawna Sands?
♪ ♪ May I take your hand?
If someone should see?
I will tell them that I need you to guide me.
(laughs) And very soon, it will be true.
I've been discharged from the Navy.
For what?
In six months' time, I'll be completely blind.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ HUGH: I do not presume to compare myself to Ross.
He's a great man.
My savior and friend.
But you are... His wife.
And mother of his children.
And I've no wish to threaten that.
I would not allow it.
Your head might not.
But would your heart?
HUGH: It is to the heart to which I now appeal and that part which, dare I say it, has been neglected-- can you allow me this?
Shall we grant ourselves to each other, so that I may go into the darkness, knowing that I once tasted heaven?
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (din approaching) (villagers shouting) (footsteps slow) (sighs) THOLLY: We're here for the grain.
Stand aside.
Take them home, Tholly.
(exhales) Your father'd turn in his grave.
His own son changing sides, pandering to the pomp and privileged.
When the French arrive, you may wish to be elsewhere.
THOLLY: There be no French.
Only threat to us here is thee.
Will 'ee not take a stand with us, brother?
Will 'ee not show where thy loyalties lie?
ROSS: You know where this leads, Tholly.
Bloodshed, riot.
We've both seen it, so go now and no harm will come to you.
THOLLY: Folks is starving.
You know who this grain store belonged to?
The man who battered thine own kin, George Warleggan.
Warleggan do think he's above the law!
(villagers shouting agreement) It's not thy duty to hold him to account.
My duty is to king and country.
And I will do whatever it takes to keep the peace.
You have until the count of ten to disperse.
Or what, young cap'n?
Or what?
Is this what they brought 'ee to?
Are 'ee so enthralled with the establishment, you'd subdue by force your old comrades and friends?
ROSS: You leave me no choice.
One, two... Three, four... Five, six, seven...
Eight, nine...
Ten.
(shouting) SIR FRANCIS: Terror, bloodshed.
That is not democracy; that is vengeance.
ROSS: I do not endorse bloodshed.
Demelza, I have never been that man.
DEMELZA: If you do not challenge the corrupt and unjust, then commoners will rise.
THOLLY: You'd subdue by force your old comrades and friends.
DEMELZA: Judas, Ross!
(gunfire, screaming) You're right, my friend.
Of course I've changed sides.
I'm not here to defend my country, but to protect the property of my good friend, George, who would like nothing better than for me to pick up arms against you.
But the time has come to take a stand against him.
And not just here... ...but in the corridors of Westminster.
That much is clear now.
So the next time I'm asked to stand for public office, can you imagine what my answer will be?
THOLLY: Good lad.
(clattering) (door opens) GEORGE: Elizabeth.
I must... Are you saying that my doubts, my suspicions are completely unfounded?
Name them and I will tell you.
(stammering) I... believe...
I believe that you... ...still love Ross.
No, George.
That is not all you believe.
Is it not enough?
(scoffs): More than enough.
No doubt it's why you set your creatures to follow me day or night.
But that is not all, is it?
Is it?
I will... dismiss Tom Harry.
I will repair the boy's smithy at my own expense.
Tell me why you treat your son as if he were not your son.
(whispering): Is he my son?
Who else's could he be?
Now you see how jealousy is eating you up?
I cannot abide it.
I will not abide it.
No, no, Elizabeth, please, I...
I swear that I have never given myself to another man, except my first husband, Francis, and you.
But, of course, even that will not satisfy you.
So I will leave Trenwith today, taking Geoffrey Charles and Valentine.
No, no, Elizabeth.
Wait, I beg you.
Perhaps I was... Perhaps... Perhaps I was too hasty.
As you say, there have been suspicions, unfounded, clearly unjust.
I've been misguided, and yet, you must see that this is only a reflection of my regard, of my love, of my very great love.
Is love cruel?
Is love unkind?
Is your bitter, bile, coldness towards me and your son?
It will cease from this moment.
So will my jealousy, so my suspicions.
Swear it.
I have sworn; so must you.
You will never again speak or even harbor such vile suspicions about your wife and child.
I will not...
I swear it.
(crying): I will never, never again.
(whispering): Forgive me.
(crying): Forgive me.
I forgive you.
(door opens and closes) (footsteps approach) Where's Demelza?
Out.
Where?
She didn't say.
Alone?
Had a visitor.
Is she coming back?
Expect so.
She didn't say.
(waves crashing in distance) (crashing) Well, Ross.
My compliments to the volunteers.
I believe they were put to good use today.
Oh, did you think you were being summoned to fight the Frenchies?
No, it seems Tom Harry got the better of you.
A little nudge and your muskets protect my grain store.
But you humble foot soldiers must go where your betters decree, I believe.
And what else do you believe, George?
I believe I have every reason for optimism.
I believe I have a devoted wife, a thriving son, a fine estate, and a parliamentary career, which has barely begun.
What is it you believe, Ross?
That belief is a beautiful thing.
♪ ♪ (knocking) (birds chirping) Wherever you are, know that I love you.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (snoring) (door opens) I thought you might not return.
I thought so too.
Yet here I am.
♪ ♪ (inhales) Demelza.
May I ask?
No, Ross.
Ask me nothing.
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