As if I would even look twice at such a man as Adderley!
Then make it clear that you would not.
I'm in London for the first time, unacquainted with its ways.
Because of Hugh, you have all manner of suspicions.
Adderley is dead.
You have suffered greatly since your miscarriage.
I believe it was for the best.
Valentine, is he not the very spit and image of Uncle Ross?
My dearest Ross, I am going home.
I'm out of my depth in London society,
and when you return, we'll see if there is anything to be done.
85 today! And I intend to outlive you all!
To think of owning a place like this!
Yeah. A man can dream.
Ross! You're here.
Is it true? You're enlisting?
62nd Regiment of Foot!
No, Ross, don't say so! Francis, help me persuade him!
Persuade my father! It's his idea.
Only to save you from the gallows!
Well, I know someone who isn't impressed.
What's the matter with the men of this family?
It'll be six months at the most, aunt.
You'll hardly know I'm gone.
Will SHE?
How dashing you'll look in regimentals.
Why else would I enlist?
What do they say?
She'll break a few hearts, and bear beautiful children.
But who will be their father?
Well, not us, at any rate.
It's always been Ross.
It will always be Ross.
*CREDITS*
Mrs Tabb to see Dr Anselm.
We're expecting you, madam.
My child is due in December.
But for reasons I don't wish to discuss,
I would prefer it to be born in November, or even October.
And would you wish it to be born alive?
Of course.
Is it possible?
It is, but there would be risk.
To me or the baby?
Both.
Do you have other children?
Two. Both full term?
Yes.
And you would wish it to appear a naturally premature birth?
I would.
Mrs Tabb, I appreciate that you would not be here at all
were you not in some distress,
so I shall make up a medicine - a distillation of herbs
and a fungus that grows on rye.
If you take it, exactly as prescribed,
you are likely to produce a living child in the manner you desire.
Will a physician attend you?
Of course.
Should there be any... complications,
do not hesitate to take him into your confidence without delay.
I understand.
So you ARE still here!
Are you trying to get the law to charge you with murder?
I've been helping John Craven tie up Adderley's estate,
and settle his debts. It's the least I could do.
No, I am very aware of the influence I now lead.
And I can assure you, the Prime Minister needs my votes,
so it will be for me, and not him, to dictate terms.
Yes, Ross? What are you going to do?
Shoot me? Go on, Ross.
Call me out.
Isn't that how you settle your scores these days?
Good day to you, George.
Are you pleased with your candidate, my Lord?
Madam.
Papa! Papa! May I sit beside you?
May I, Papa? May I?
Your son is speaking to you.
Is he?
Are you incapable of avoiding these scrapes?
This one was not of my making.
Are you sure?
I leave for Cornwall tomorrow.
If you have any sense, you'll come with me.
Surely Nampara is dearer by far to you than London.
Do you blame Ross?
For the duel? Of course.
Adderley challenged HIM.
Because Ross provoked him.
Adderley pursued me, and Ross thought I encouraged him.
I believe he was mistaken.
You do?
It's your nature to be open and warm.
The question is, does Ross intend to fight every man who falls for you?
Is that what you fear?
Worse than that.
I begin to think he'll never come home.
Attend.
Demelza will be glad to see you.
You must know that she would never spare a thought
for a worthless rake like Adderley.
Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Morwenna?
Morwenna!
I made a wish.
The same wish.
It will never be granted.
I told you why.
And yet...
..do 'ee not think there be more to life than carnal love?
Just being together?
Seeing together all that's good and pure and rare and beautiful
in the world?
The glow of corn and the smell of spring.
Summer rain, autumn wind.
Watching you wake, watching you sleep.
Oh, my love, what is life if ye live it alone?
Oh, Drake!
I knew this would happen. Marry me.
Be my wife in name only.
I'll never ask 'ee for more.
Do 'ee not love me?
Of course I love you!
This has never been just about love.
But it has.
And can only ever be.
Will 'ee walk with me?
Papa, when can I have a real horse?
Papa is reading. I'm sure he'll arrange it when we are home.
I have business to attend to in Truro.
I'll be staying at the townhouse.
Oh, I was hoping to go to Trenwith.
You may do as you please.
Morwenna says she'll wed me.
Oh, my dear, I'm that glad!
Since he lost you, he's only been half-alive.
He'll make you such a loving husband!
No woman could wish for better.
I believe you.
Though she says she'll wed me, she's not safe caught.
And till she be,
I'm afeared something may happen to change her mind.
Tregothan nears.
This is where I alight.
What business could be more important than returning
to your wife?
The business of ensuring a graceful reconciliation with Westminster.
Be off with you! We want none of you Methody folks here.
Oh, er, Mistress Poldark. Did you wish to see me?
I did indeed, sir.
My brother Drake d' wish to wed Morwenna Whitworth,
and that directly.
As you know, ma'am,
the banns must be read every Sunday for three weeks.
Three weeks?
I seem t' recall when Captain Poldark - now Member for Truro,
and close friend of Lord Falmouth, in whose gift this living d' lie -
when he and I were wed, there was mention of a special licence.
Ah, yes, there is such a thing,
but it would have to be obtained from the Archdeacon in Bodmin.
And he would need to be convinced that the applicant was
a person of standing and respectability.
Well, then, who better than an applicant's upstanding
and respectable sister to vouch for him?
So, you read the Banns, and we'll fetch the licence.
You'd do that for me?
Go and tell Morwenna, then meet me at the crossroads.
Elizabeth.
Demelza.
Are you well?
Thank you, yes.
When do you expect?
In December.
I wish you an easy birthing.
If such a thing exists!
And you, young sir. Do you know what will happen soon?
Papa will come?
Christmas will come, and there'll be custards and cakes.
And presents?
I may not see you before,
so may I wish you the very best for the season?
And the new century.
May it bring us joy.
My Lord, the truth of what happened between myself and Adderley
is widely known.
So I consider the proper course is to resign my seat,
and allow you to appoint a more suitable person in my place.
This canary has a smoky flavour.
Newer vintage, and lingers pleasantly on the tongue.
Are you tired of Westminster?
No, not in the least.
I have sometimes thought that in my year or so
sat in Parliament, that you have tired of me.
It is true, we have not infrequently been at variance,
but unfortunately for you,
I like some character in a member, you know.
When I wish you to resign...
..I will tell you.
I publish the banns of marriage between Edward Bray and
Eliza Carkeek, and between Drake Carne and Morwenna Whitworth,
all of this parish.
If any of you know cause or just impediment as to why these marriages
should not take place, speak now or forever hold your peace.
Oh. Am I intruding?
I heard the banns called this morning.
I came to offer my good wishes.
But your child, John Conan...
Is with Lady Whitworth. I've been staying with my mother.
How could you bring yourself to leave him?
He was taken from me...
..as much was taken from me.
And now that I have a better understanding of what you endured,
I feel only regret for my part in it.
But you must come to Trenwith.
You were married from there last time. Why not this?
And have Mr Warleggan give me away?
Mr Warleggan is in Truro, and like to remain there.
I would like to see Drake some time. I hope he does not bear a grudge.
Drake sees only the good in people.
Sometimes there's little enough of it.
I must go. The wind was rising as I left.
You walked? The exercise is good for me.
But if you fell...
Well, why would I?
Did you not do so last time? With Valentine?
That's true. Perhaps, then...
No, I could not ask it. What?
Perhaps I might feel a little easier
if you were to accompany me some of the way.
Of course.
For you, sir. Congratulations.
Pitt's office. Shall I deal with it?
Your turn.
Go on.
Papa, Papa, you're back! Where's Demelza?
Gone Bodmin with Master Drake. Why?
Oh, Mr Ross, all their doings and to-ings and fro-ings!
You don't know the half of it.
Thank you.
Since you've come so far, will you not step in and see Valentine?
I know he'd appreciate it.
Well, just for a moment.
Where's Morwenna?
She's gone Trenwith with Mrs Warleggan.
Willingly?
She doesn't say when she'll return, or IF she'll return.
Mr Warleggan did go to great length before to keep you both apart.
I must go after her.
Nay, Drake, if Harry be there...
I'll go. Nay, I will go.
None of you will go.
Ross!
Brother.
Trenwith is no place to be visiting.
George needs no encouragement to torment those close to me.
But 'ee must see what Drake do fear, that Morwenna, once there will be...
Will be persuaded to stay.
This is one marriage he will not be allowed to interfere with.
Ross, you cannot... Do not follow me.
Valentine, shall we persuade Aunt Morwenna to stay a few days?
Oh, yes! Do!
You could have your old room.
Thank you. It's certainly a kind thought
Elizabeth!
George?
Papa, Aunt Morwenna's here.
Well, this is a pleasant scene.
With an unexpected guest.
Well, Morwenna, are you settling in with Lady Whitworth?
No doubt you find life rather constricting.
I really think I must go.
Papa, did you know Aunt Morwenna's to wed?
I did not know.
That might be a way out of your present difficulties.
Do I know the man?
I pray you excuse me.
George, I think, when all's considered,
it's Morwenna's happiness which should now be of paramount.
Papa, may I show you my new hobby-horse?
Bessie, take this child away.
Is it Carne?
Yes.
Well, how convenient!
The man who killed your husband now takes his place.
He did not kill Osborne!
You know very well Drake's innocence was proved.
Oh, anything can be proved.
All I know is that Carne had the most to gain.
You know nothing about him.
You couldn't begin to understand the kind of man he is.
I understand the kind of trollop you are.
Get out of my house. George!
And never show your face here again.
Tell Harry to see her off,
and bring me a bottle of the '94 claret.
I have to find her.
I'm looking for Morwenna Whitworth.
I don't believe she's here, sir. In here.
Where is she? Who?
Oh, the dim-witted trull who's to wed your dolt of a brother-in-law?
I threw her out. George!
She left minutes ago, across the fields.
You would have missed her if you came by the road.
I'm obliged to you.
Set foot here again, I'll have you shot.
What do you want, George?
What more do you want?
You have wealth, power, position, influence...
More than you know!
You have my family's home, my family's mine
and you have Elizabeth.
20 years ago, you, Francis and I,
we stood in this room, and we all aspired to her.
Well, there she is.
So I ask you again...
..what more do you want?
George!
Ross, I'd like you to leave.
My apologies.
I had no intention of ruining your evening.
Oh, you have ruined more than that!
Please, go.
Forgive me?
I do.
We've got you now!
Come on, run!
We've got you now, little Methody!
Morwenna!
Drake? Drake!
I dare ye. Come on, I dare ye!
I thought ye Methody types didn't fight.
Well, 'ee thought wrong, brother.
Next time.
Go.
My love.
You're safe now, my love.
I... may have spoken out of turn just now, in the heat of the moment.
I rode here especially to bring you some news.
Must we quarrel over two trivial people who concern us so little?
There is someone who concerns us a great deal.
Valentine.
He was vastly upset by your behaviour to him.
Well, sometimes his prattle annoys me.
He is a child! Your child.
Elizabeth...
..you must know, for so long, I have been in torment.
Because of a thoughtless word from Geoffrey Charles,
which you choose to believe,
whilst all I have said and done and sworn is utterly dismissed?
How long will you allow this terrible jealousy
to curse our lives?
I thought I'd put it behind me! I want to put it behind me!
But the poison that hag Agatha...
Agatha?
The night she died, she told me Valentine was not my child.
She said we had not been married long enough for him to be mine.
I fell on the stairs. The fall brought on my travail.
Then why would she say so? Because she hated you, George!
When you cancelled her precious birthday party,
she would have done anything to hurt you.
And she knew just where to strike - your son and heir.
Elizabeth, you...
You must understand - I could not... I cannot help myself.
You know you are the only person I have ever cared about!
Then prove it.
How? Include Valentine in your love.
But you never will let go of your suspicions,
and there is nothing I can do to prove he is your son.
Nothing I can do to assure his inheritance,
his place in society, his happiness!
Yes.
His happiness.
Here. You're safe now.
There you go.
Captain Poldark, I'm sorry to give such trouble.
It's no trouble. The ride was bracing, and the visit short.
But now, I think I'd like to go home.
Elizabeth? Elizabeth!
Elizabeth!
What happened? How strange. I must have fainted.
Ah! What? what is it?
I've... I'm not sure.
The child moved, and then there was pain.
I'll call for Dr Choake.
No! No, I'll be well presently.
Just let me lie down.
Bessie, call Dr Choake!
Perhaps I should have returned sooner.
For my sake, yes.
For your own, I think not.
Must you always understand me so well?
I'm glad you think I do! The more I contemplate the mind,
the more I realise its infinite complexity.
Both of us, in our various ways,
have been afflicted -
by my time in France...
..by the loss of our daughter.
The process of recovery is not straightforward, but I hope
that our abiding love for each other will mend what has been broken.
Elizabeth Warleggan is unwell.
Dr Choake has been summoned, but you were closer,
and my wife requires immediate attention.
Mrs Warleggan, are you able to tell me what happened?
It's just as before - I fainted, and then the pains started.
I think the child is coming.
I invite you to wait downstairs. Please send a maid to me.
Were the pains more or less sudden than last time?
More sudden, and more severe.
And you are now how forward? Nearly eight months.
Mrs Parkins was sad when you left London so suddenly.
She thought you did not like the rooms.
I trust you told her different.
I told her you did not like ME.
Will Drake and Morwenna be happy?
I think so.
If two people love, as they love...
You think that's enough?
Sometimes it's too much.
Not in my experience.
You have a daughter.
Your daughter is small, but in every way healthy.
And my wife? Is well.
In one way, a premature child is less strain on the mother,
being that much smaller.
But the spasms were unusually violent,
and if this is the result of her fall,
you must take the greatest possible care of her over the next few weeks.
I assume Dr Choake will soon be here. Within the hour.
Then I'll leave her to his treatment and care.
I bid you goodnight, sir.
It happened again.
And so quickly.
Yes.
And-And you, uh, fell - fainted - just as before.
Exactly as before.
I see now how wrong I was...
..to doubt you.
I see the damage I have done...
..to our marriage...
..to our son.
I cannot undo the past, but I can promise you...
..a future without suspicion, without recrimination...
..if you can forgive me.
Go and look at our daughter.
What shall we call her?
Ursula.
It means "little she-bear".
I like it.
Ursula Warleggan. Valentine Warleggan.
Our children.
Elizabeth, I have something to tell you.
Before we left London, I had a meeting with the Prime Minister.
Yesterday, I received a letter from his office.
In recompense for my full support, he will be pleased to recommend
to His Majesty that in the new year...
..I receive a knighthood.
Oh, George!
I am so very gratified.
I hoped you would be, Lady Warleggan.
What I did in London was not well done.
No, it was not.
But what I did, when I left you and came home...
..that also was not well done.
It seems both of us, at various times, have caused the other pain.
This time I'm at fault,
and I plead no excuse. I killed a man...
..though not the man I wanted to kill.
And because of that, I will always wonder,
if he were still here, would you rather be with him?
Do you understand me so little that you seriously ask me that?
My wife is in great pain, and has been so for several hours.
The, erm... the premature labour brought on an acute
gouty condition of the abdominal viscera, manifesting...
What have you prescribed?
Bleeding, salt of wormwood,
ammoniac, to increase the elasticity.
Shall we visit her together?
This is a sad change, Mrs Warleggan.
I wonder what could be the cause.
Can you tell me where the pain is?
My feet, and my hands ache, and I feel so cold.
God knows what has brought her to such a condition.
Contraction of the arteries, inhibiting the blood supply,
most dangerously to the limbs. But why?
The birth WAS premature, the uterine spasms very rapid,
but, that, I attributed to the fall. No, the cause may be obscure...
..the disease, hardly so.
What can be done for her?
I thought you should know. Dwight has been called to Trenwith.
Elizabeth's child was born last night, again premature.
But alive? Yes, a healthy girl.
Dwight delivered her, but this morning, he was called back.
Elizabeth is ill. How ill?
Dwight is still there.
I think it would only be neighbourly to go and enquire.
Why is it so dark, George?
I'm afraid of the dark.
My love.
Do not be afraid, my love. I'm here.
All will be well.
I'm here to enquire after Mrs Warleggan.
Turn that man away!
George, for God's sake!
Can we not put aside our quarrels at a time of sickness?
I am concerned for Elizabeth,
and will not leave until you tell me how she is.
Elizabeth?
Oh, Elizabeth is dead.
Ten minutes since. She died holding my hand.
Ross, I think this is not the time to...
May I see her?
Yes. Yes, by all means. You know where to find her.
Ross, if I might suggest...
You've always known where to find her. Go.
Go! See what we've brought her to!
See...
If I might suggest, a sedative.
Will it bring her back?
This is a severe setback, and far be it from me to tell you
that you will recover... Rec... Recover what? Recover what?
The...
The purpose...
..the point...
..of everything.
Why would I want any of this if she is not here to share it with me?
You still have your daughter.
She does not look like her mother.
A she-bear.
I beg your pardon?
Her name - it means "little she-bear".
Elizabeth is dead.
Oh, Ross.
What can I do?
Walk with me.
So lovely a woman, so hideous an end.
Could anything have been done to prevent it?
Not by me, and not so late in the day.
I believe what killed her was seeded long ago.
I came home because I wanted a different life.
A meaningful life.
To give life. Again.
Only now do I understand how it was for you when Hugh died.
'Tis not the same.
You loved Elizabeth.
Once.
But it's the memory of that love that makes me sick at heart today.
For the loss of all she was...
..and all she had to come.
Most of all, I feel afraid.
Of what? Of losing you.
Of losing you from my life.
To think that there will come a time when I will never
hear your voice again.
Nor you mine.
When Hugh died, I felt a little of this, but...
..Elizabeth was your first love.
But not my last.
I made that choice long ago.
And I.
You fear you kept me by default, because he died?
Not so.
Hugh did touch my heart...
..but only you have ever owned it.
She was not a Warleggan.
No.
She was a Poldark.
Nay, Ross.
There'll be time for such a thing.