I applaud your desire for a speedy return to the house.
You wish to acquire a borough? The borough of St Michael boasts...
Two sitting members.
All these months, you have had nothing from me
except doubts and mistrust. You deserve better.
We do still struggle to make ends meet.
If only there was something I could do to augment our meagre income.
I have indulged in a little idle speculation.
The old fool has squandered funds. Deposited where?
Pascoe's bank?
Wheal Maiden was never fully worked out,
so I propose to put a team to link
up to the old Wheal Maiden workings.
Sarah Caroline. I hope she won't grow up to be a spoilt brat.
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Catch me if you can!
Let's get him!
Dr Ernest, is this creature not provoking,
forcing me to sit out of the game?
Boring me to tears with her endless smiles?
Most provoking.
I live for the day the little beast runs away.
I tell her I shan't miss her at all.
Do they have such sport at Westminster?
No. If only those games were as innocent.
But is that not how Parliament works?
And are you now not au fait with it all?
I wish I knew what I'd actually achieved.
Here, at least I can sleep at night knowing I have been of use.
Sometimes I wonder why I went there in the first place.
Then I'm reminded. To fight George?
No.
Just everything he represents.
This is a guinea, this a crown, and this a sixpence.
Which do we prefer?
The crown?
Let's see.
The crown,
the guinea.
What does that tell you?
Gold is best.
Good boy.
Have we any left after your expenditure on boroughs?
Three quarters of St Michael.
The Scawen family owns the remaining portion
and have yet to be persuaded to part with it.
Your uncle thinks it a bit extravagant.
Oh, he would - he's a blacksmith's son.
And I a blacksmith's grandson,
and had thought my lack of pedigree well buried
till two members of the ruling elite
saw fit to close ranks against me.
Basset and Falmouth?
I doubt that was their reason.
What else would it be? Well, I did hear...
You did hear...?
As I understand it,
Demelza spoke to each in turn and encouraged them to end their feud.
So...
..thanks to the intervention of that impudent kitchen trull,
I must now spend a fortune
in order to regain my rightful place in Parliament?
Be not at haste to leave us, little one.
Stay a while longer.
Do you think we'll ever truly mend?
Have we not mended?
A little.
'Tis like bone, Ross.
Once it's broken, darest we lean on it again?
Surely we have peace now.
Yes. I'm just afeared that one little storm
will scatter us all dimensions. Then we must take care...
..to avoid the thunder.
It captures something of him, does it not?
Though I sometimes think there were few who truly knew him.
Dr Enys, perhaps.
Your wife. Mmm.
First time in Parliament.
A period of learning - how the land lies.
Who to mind, who to ignore, who not to ignore.
I'll not attempted to influence your voting,
but when you return there will be...
..instances where your vote will be appreciated.
Small matters of local importance -
a building scheme here, a new road there.
Nothing too onerous.
Do I make myself plain?
Hear now the comfortable words of St John.
Speak ye the truth, and the truth shall set you free.
Sir, these people whose funds you embezzled.
The Auketts.
Trevanions.
Noakes Peto.
Robert Ansell.
William Coath.
And all secured at Pascoe's bank?
Heaven forgive me.
There, excellent.
Now, if Nat Pearce could oblige us further
and kindly bite the dust...
So we may hasten the demise of Pascoe's bank.
And with it the Poldark nest egg.
Do we know its present worth? Not yet.
Morning. Morning.
The other day...
..at the beach...
..you seemed out of sorts.
Yes.
If you'd rather not discuss... I'd much rather not discuss.
But there will soon be no avoiding it.
Sarah...
..will not live.
What? She has a congenital defect of the heart.
My God.
The irony.
I see so many children born into poverty and squalor,
yet my own child...
..born into luxury,
raised with all the care and attention of a princess...
..such a child can be flawed.
Does Caroline know?
I can't tell her.
I've thought endlessly of how to break the news gently.
But I cannot. The thing must take its course.
It is simply a question of waiting for the first infection.
Whether it comes this month, this year or the next...
..her heart will not have the strength to meet it.
My God, Dwight.
What can I do? Not tell Demelza.
Not that she would say anything, but her face would betray her.
Ross!
The last is all set.
Ready to go below.
We'll speak further.
Go.
Ross...
Not a word to Demelza.
No.
That will be Ross.
Blasting away so he may break through to Maiden
and scuttle off back to London.
I see no haste in him to do so, beguiling as London is.
Is it? You should see for yourself. I think you'd like it.
Well, Ross haven't asked me.
I shall ask you - if I ever return,
which I see little prospect
since I have become so dull and settled,
which I leave firmly at the door of the young Miss Enys.
It's so kind of you to call.
How could I go without seeing my old governess?
How I've missed you. His stay has been all too brief.
Uncle George might disagree.
My sweet, you know relations between you are much improved.
It's only because I'm never here.
My dear, is that a new nurse?
Surely that's the third in a year.
Fourth.
Forgive me, but they all seem so grim.
Would not some pleasant young person be more suitable?
I wonder you do not think of another of your sisters.
Lady Whitworth chooses them.
And Lady Whitworth dismisses them.
And Osborne agrees?
How strange.
Osborne is a strange man.
This cannot continue, meeting in broad daylight
when there is always the chance some prying busybody...
When does your husband visit his family?
Every Thursday at eight for three hours.
That might be the better arrangement.
Whatever you say, Vicar.
Of course, you realise our association is purely temporary.
As soon as my wife sees fit to resume marital relations...
In the meantime, Vicar,
you might have noticed how threadbare is the rug
and the cushions in the parlour.
You...
..are a vile, acquisitive harlot,
and I can't think how I came to be ensnared by you!
Oh, Osborne.
Is Rowella in? She is, er, indisposed.
I came myself hoping to mediate between the sisters
but she sent me away.
Would you excuse me? My wife becomes
distressed if I am away too long.
Master Geoffrey.
I can't get over how grown up you be.
With pursuits to match.
Oh, do I shock you?
That, I suspicioned, was your intent.
Master Geoffrey...
..I am not like your new friends.
It is not in me to speak of...
..drinking and gambling and women.
No. You are right.
So perhaps we should be strangers now.
For my new friends belong to the worlds of eminence and fashion
and among such friends are those who have freed me from the bonds
of Trenwith and Nampara and Sawle.
But the one from whom I require undying friendship...
..is blacksmith Carne.
Then you shall have it, Master Geoffrey,
for as long as you live.
I saw Morwenna today.
I couldn't get a word alone to tell her I was coming to see you.
'Tis as well.
There's no point resurrecting something long since dead.
She has her life to live, and I have mine.
Life must go on.
Yes.
I'm glad to hear you say so.
Can't be far now. The other side of this rock.
By tomorrow we'll be through, I'll wager my house on it.
The blasting went well? Most well.
Tomorrow we dig again,
and, Captain Ross and I, we feel it in our bones -
reward be close at hand.
Oh. Begging your pardon, thought 'twas only mistress.
Are you bound for Sawle again, Rosina?
Drake could carry that basket, could you not, brother?
Willingly, sister.
A fine day for a walk.
'Tis so.
Lately learnt a new word.
Propinquity.
And what will you do with this word?
That's just it. You don't DO anything,
you just arrange things so that something might happen
and then you wait to see if something does.
Brother of yours, Preacher Carne, is a rare good man.
I do think so.
Are ye Methody?
No, but I go to church Sundays.
Oh!
Have you known my sister a long while?
And I've much to thank her for
for she did tell me of Dr Enys and he did mend my limpsy leg.
Praise the Lord. Amen.
I can manage from here.
We're close to Sawle, and if folk see us walking together...
'Twill be thought we're courting.
Folk can think what they like.
Dr Enys. Most opportune.
May I consult you about my wife?
If you wish.
Of late, I've noted a marked deterioration in her behaviour.
Periods of profound melancholy.
Suffers increasingly from the most alarming delusions.
And continues to refuse me my conjugal rights.
All of which leads me to conclude that she's beyond help
and would be better off in an institution.
An asylum? Alas.
Sir, as Mrs Whitworth's husband,
you are of course entitled to have her put away,
but I question why you would wish to.
She performs her household and parish duties admirably.
But conjugal duties, don't you see...?
As you know, sir,
I'm in holy orders, therefore my position is delicate.
If I took the step of incarcerating my wife, possibly for life,
I'd be reluctant to have the matter
come to the attention of the Bishop
or my parishioners
if I alone was responsible.
That's why the sanction of a physician
is of the utmost importance.
I see that, sir.
And I trust you'll not easily find such a man.
Shh, shh, shh.
Oh, Dr Enys.
Little minx has been so tiresome today.
Scarcely any smiles.
Forcing out the strangest little cough just to be annoying.
Cough?
May I see her?
I think it's nothing serious.
Of course not. Only Madam's attempt to take more attention of mine
than she has already.
Must you be in such haste to leave our bed?
I'm in haste to embrace another maiden.
Less accommodating than this one.
I believe she will surrender in the end.
And when she do, I'd like to be there.
Above grass. I know my place - in the mine office.
Got my own chair and a peg to hang my coat.
It comforts me to know when I'm in London, the mine's in safe hands.
Is that why you don't ask me to come with you?
Breakfast?
At least when you return to Parliament
we'll see more of Geoffrey Charles in London.
And meanwhile, we have our own son to cherish.
How many pence in a shilling? Shall we go and count?
Yes, Papa.
Good day to thee, brother. Morning.
Blessed Lord, look kindly on our ventures
which we dedicate to the glory of thy holy name.
You hear anything from Emma?
Is she maid at Tehidy still?
Yes, brother.
'Tis a year since she left,
and next week be the time she says she'll give me her answer,
will we be wed or no.
Are you hopeful?
I reckon so.
Dr Enys.
It's rare that I seek a second opinion.
I recall.
But since I have been urged by Mr Whitworth
to sanction his wife's committal to a mental institution...
You would not wish to do so
without the endorsement of another physician. Quite.
I have one stipulation.
I must examine Mrs Whitworth alone.
Preposterous!
Pray do.
Dr Enys.
You know, do you not, that it was never my wish
that your services be dispensed with? Of course.
I'm sorry that I return under such unhappy circumstances.
Do you know what my husband believes?
It is what I believe which matters here.
What can you mean, Madam Mischief?
Our guests will be bored witless
if you lie still and only make that tiresome rasping sound.
Is she sick? The merest of colds.
And Dwight's not concerned? Dwight's always concerned.
Sarah's his little princess.
Gentlemen, I have examined Mrs Whitworth
and talked with her at length. I have looked for indication
that she may be losing her reason and found none.
And this...
..is all you have to say? No, sir, it is not.
You have a wife who must be regarded as delicate.
In my opinion, what she needs is care, kindness and consideration.
Are you suggesting she does not receive these?
That's not for me to say.
May I remind you that she threatened to murder our son?
You've said so, but has she ever made any move towards it?
The very existence of the threat is proof enough that she is insane.
And may I remind you that the church's view on insanity
is that it is God's judgment upon the wicked?
A view that has recently been shaken by the King's own madness.
Might I suggest it would be treason
to argue that His Majesty's insanity
was brought on by his own evil ways?
The problem, Dr Enys,
is that Mrs Whitworth is refusing to fulfil her conjugal duties.
Exactly. Hence my suffering.
Dr Choake, I don't deny the problem.
But is it one we can take professional steps to resolve?
We are asked to provide a diagnosis
confirming Mr Whitworth's view that his wife is insane
and must be put away. My answer is no.
As yours must surely be.
I cannot help you, sir. Nor do I wish to.
It's my humble opinion that if a husband cannot win his wife
by loving kindness and sympathy then he deserves to go without her.
I bid you both good day.
Insolent pup!
Sir!
Does that feel moist to you?
Brother?
Get everyone out. Now.
Get out!
What is it? There's a flood!
Get up to grass now! Everyone out!
Go! Above to grass. Sir, will you warn the others?
Where will you go? Down to 13 level.
It will be the first to flood. Go!
There's a flood!
Waste no time! Get up the shaft now!
Come on!
Everyone out - there's a flood!
Is anyone else down here? I can't be sure, sir.
Out! Out!
Is anyone down here?
Make haste afore she floods!
Flood! There's a flood!
There's a flood. Where? 20 level.
The shaft's filling up already. Is anyone else down there?
It's just we. Hurry.
Hurry!
Mine bells are ringing!
Mind the children.
Dr Enys, you do fuss over that child.
She has a cold.
Even I know that's not the end of the world.
No.
But for Sarah it will be.
What on earth do you mean?
Flood! Flood at the mine!
This is a very strange jest, Dr Enys.
Ask yourself, my love.
Is this something I would joke about?
From the mine.
There's a flood.
I must go, I'm sorry.
Of course you must. What else would you do?
Isn't Papa amusing?
What a vivid imagination he has.
Hurry!
Zacky, make haste!
Get up to grass.
Hurry.
Keep going! Make haste, nephew.
Is anyone else down there?
Bobby!
I must go after him! No!
Go to grass!
He's not coming up!
I'll go...
I'll go get him!
Is anybody up there?!
Zacky!
Where's Ross? Still below, ma'am. Sam!
Can anybody help?
Are there any wounded?
None so far, sir, but not all are out.
Dwight, is this not the most terrible thing?
How many still below? Four, and among them Ross and Sam.
Dear God.
Zacky's out.
Help us!
Ross! Help!
Ross! HELP!
Take the rope, brother!
Take it!
Quickly. Quickly.
Bobby. Ross! Where's Ross?
Oh, my love.
Is he dead?
Bobby. Bobby.
Dwight. Dwight.
Dwight, leave him. Bobby.
Nothing. It's no use.
Leave him! Move!
Come on, come on.
Come on, Bobby.
Come on, come on, come on.
Leave him...
Come on!
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Quickly, quickly. He's alive!
Fetch him a blanket. Blankets!
Someone get a blanket. Get him warm.
Salts.
Dwight, you really can work miracles!
I wish that were true.
Thank you.
I think the men you should be thanking are there and there.
I thought I'd lost you.
Sam.
I come to give you my answer, Sam.
I almost forgot what you looked like.
I wanted you to hear it from me...
..not by letter.
I be going to marry Ned Hartnow,
second footman at Tehidy.
He's a kind man.
Not wild like Tom.
Nor pure like thee.
Sam, if it were simply a matter of loving, then you and I'd be wed.
It ain't that simple.
For I'm a loud, brazen girl and you...
You're a preacher. And folk would look askance
if you were to wed a girl like me. Let them think what they like.
Emma...
Nay, Sam.
For I did give Ned Hartnow my word.
Though not my heart.
For that I already give to thee. Emma...
God bless thee, Sam.
I will never forget thee.
Listen to this. "Sometimes when a new adit
"is brought to an old mine
"they have holed unexpectedly to the house of water
"and have instantly perished."
"Great caution should therefore be taken
"so that before breaking ground they have timely notice of water."
"This advice may not be relished by those who value money
"more than the lives of their fellow creatures."
Ross, that is not us.
Since when do we put profit ahead of our workers?
Still, it makes for uncomfortable reading.
Then don't read it.
Master Jeremy's asking for you.
His cold is worse. Shall I send for Dr Enys?
No, no, don't bother him.
Sarah's also sick.
Is she?
It's only a cold. Caroline says Dwight's fussing over nothing.
I think I must return to the mine and assess the damage.
I'll be home before supper.
Demelza says Sarah's ill.
She has a cold.
Is that all?
It... will be enough.
Dear God.
Does Caroline know?
Yes, Caroline knows.
And is taking it in her stride
with all the dignity and stoicism of a lady of breeding. Caroline.
Will you not take some brandy?
Why? Is there something to celebrate?
You know, Ross, I never wanted this wretched creature,
but over the months she has wormed her way into my affections,
supplanting even poor Horace.
Do you know... how long?
A matter of hours.
God in heaven.
I should have brought Demelza.
No.
No, I'm a hard woman and I can fend for myself.
Demelza does not understand restraint and dignity.
I believe Demelza would cry.
And that, I fear, would undo us all.
My love.
My darling.
She's gone.
Will you not let me take her from you?
No.
I'd have her stay with me a while.
It feels to me like the end of the world.
Like losing Julia all over again.
Is she all you're reminded of?
And not Hugh?
You ask me that now?
After all this time, you still doubt me?
Perhaps I doubt everything.
My purpose, my use...
..the wisdom of returning to London.
The wisdom of going there in the first place.
Are you not obliged to return? Yes.
I am.
But what are my obligations here?
So, Parliament has resumed...
...without the dishonourable member for Truro.
Falmouth must be delighted.
Not that Ross ever did his bidding.
Did you ever do Bassett's?
So, Ross and I have something in common.
And soon, we'll have more.
The Scawens, for all their illustrious heritage,
were not immune to the inducements of a blacksmith's boy.
You are not that.
I was.
And I've spent my life denying it.
But now I think it has given me sinew...
..and a disinclination to be beat.
So do you now own all of St Michael?
I do.
And all that remains is to remove one of its two MPs
and step into his seat.
And for a blacksmith's boy,
how hard can that be?
Bad as you feared? No.
Worse.
Tunnels are blocked, timber supports washed away.
Pumping rod's shattered and all below the 30 level's under water.
It'll take months.
We don't have months.
How do 100 families survive without this mine?
How will you pay them if all they bring up is mud and stones?
My love?
I have been thinking. Are we not taking all this too much to heart?
Children die every day and the fact that this one was ours
and we esteemed it above all others
shows a miserable lack of proportion.
Besides, I was never meant to be a mother.
You know that is nonsense.
You've been an excellent one.
And I hope will be so again. No, that I cannot do.
Dwight...
..I want to leave you.
What do you mean?
Not forever, but...
I feel that I have failed.
Failed you,
myself...
..her.
And while I remain in this house with all of its reminders...
..I feel I will never come to grips with
what it is that I need in order to forget.
You cannot wish that.
Not her.
The lack of her.
The loss of her.
Where will you go?
To London...
..for a month or so. May I not come with you?
And abandon your patients?
If it were just a month...
It will not be just a month.
From Falmouth.
I wrote informing him I wouldn't be returning to London just yet.
And? He makes it clear that when I do,
I'll be expected to toe the line.
Particularly on his behalf?
Are we sure about this?
To ransack our own coffers in order to see this mine open again?
Do we have a choice?
Well, we could close the mine,
remove ourselves to London and forget Cornwall exists.
Mmm. Yes, Ross, I see that's an option.
Now, Dr Enys, do your best not to miss Horace.
I will do my best...
..not to miss Horace.
So good of you to spare me your time
before you return to Westminster, Captain Howell.
Tell me, is not London damnably expensive?
And without private means,
one wonders what could persuade a man to leave Cornwall at all...
..and therefore, what might induce him to stay.
Know where she be headed?
Same as we.
This be Sister's doing.
Very like.
Do we object? Yes.
No.
Rosina!
Are you well?
Shall we take some air?
Caroline is right, of course.
We're not the first to lose a child.
Everyone has their trials and tribulations,
it's how one chooses to respond.
How do YOU respond?
You know...
..by gritting my teeth in the day and
weeping into my pillow at night.
Caroline, meanwhile, prefers horses, assemblies and gowns.
You?
Oh, you've seen me -
frenzied, backbreaking, all-consuming activity.
Doing, never dwelling.
Sometimes I think I've welcomed this mine disaster.
It's been a useful distraction.
And how long will this distraction continue?
Until I find a reason for it to stop.
Enemy territory?
And typical of everything he stands for.
George is neglecting his defences.
How careless of him. Ross...
Do you think I'm the only one who objects to these barricades?
No, but I think you have particular grievances which others do not.
Is it not my duty as an elected Member of Parliament
to be the mouthpiece of my constituents?
The mouthpiece, perhaps, but the hand?
Or the foot?
I agree.
Fine behaviour for a politician.
If one may call oneself such outside of Parliament.
Verity would say I suffer from the curse of the Poldarks.
Which is? Swiftness to anger,
readiness to hold a grievance,
inability to compromise.
That's three curses.
And are any of them true? I rest my case.
I have not given this much thought
but my sense is that anger is not always destructive.
It can even be good, if properly directed.
Yes, you may be right.
I should learn to burn it in a better cause.
Mmm. I wonder who this belonged to.
Another man from another life.
Is he sorry to return?
Yes and no.
Did he not once say to effect greater change,
he must do so from a grander stage?
He did.
And is that grander stage not one he find just a little...
What's the word?
..intoxicating?
Sometimes.
And is that world not one he wish to keep to himself a little longer?
Only because I could not achieve all I hope to there...
..without you in place of me here.
And soon...
..we will go there together.
The Member of Parliament for St Michael, Captain Howell,
has surrendered.
I have his assurance he will stand down at the next election.
So we'll return to London?
And Westminster.
And Ross Poldark had better look over his shoulder
because I am fast approaching in his wake.
Watch over Demelza for me.
I think she intends to watch over me!
I'll do my best to bring Caroline back to you.
As you did once before.
Write to me. Write to me!
I want to hear everything that happens to those I love most.
Hey!
Here we are, deserted.
Abandoned.
Well, we must try to make the best of it.
Yes. We must try to make the best.
? For what air drifts from one place
? Is with the tide to another brought
? And is not lost beyond recall
? Which cannot be found
? If sought. ?
Fever in Sawle. Four dead.
How long will we turn a blind eye to the needy?
You know there is nowhere like London for numbing the senses.
Give me satisfaction, Poldark.
I have orders to search the house.
Your experience dealing with aggressive patients
will prove invaluable.
Tears must fall. Is it a sin to seek happiness for ourselves?
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