This is Masterpiece.

MAN: A new chapter begins.

We both know there are things which even you cannot buy.

This feud between Ross and George, can you find no way to end it?

I am Warleggan now and must take my husband's part.

AGATHA: That child of yours... Cursed he be.

GEORGE: Are you out of your mind?

Fraternizing with a relative of my sword enemy?

With you beside me, whatever life sends... DEMELZA: We can face it.

Poldark, beginning tonight on Masterpiece.

beginning tonight on Masterpiece.

ELIZABETH: Cannot a man love two women?

DEMELZA: I think he loves Elizabeth better.

ROSS: To the Poldarks.

And Wheal Grace.

(yells) CAROLINE: Are you stalking me, Dr. Enys?

Not at all.

I am a gentlemen, sir... And she is an heiress.

I ask you to marry me.

Don't go there tonight.

Get out of my way.

(slams) I love him to distraction and will marry him next month.

DEMELZA: Do you not want her?

I don't know.

He's left me with only one possible choice.

ROSS: I thought you should know he's joined the navy.

I'm going to war.

CAROLINE: So, these are our last few hours.

My true and abiding love is for you.

She will never come between us again.

GEORGE: In the summer, Elizabeth gives birth to a Warleggan heir.

Unless it comes sooner.

(reins clanging) (panting, gasping) (screaming) (horse whinnying) (yells) (horse neighing, Elizabeth grunting) Elizabeth!

(horse neighing and Elizabeth grunting echoes) Are you hurt?

No, not in the least; please let go-- I can manage.

You could have been thrown.

Why is it any of your concern?

You were in difficulty.

Would you rather I just abandoned you?

Because that would be unheard of?

I wish you nothing but good, Elizabeth.

You must know that.

Must I?

(horses approaching) Elizabeth!

What happened?

One moment you were behind me, the next...

The horse bolted.

I happened to be close by.

Neither my wife nor my unborn child require your assistance.

Must you turn everything into a battle, George?

GEORGE: Lay hand or set foot on anything of mine again, and you will find the battle has barely begun.

(horse neighs) Yah!

(birds clucking, dog barking) How look'd Elizabeth?

Must be near her time.

Or within a month of it.

I know little of these things.

And care even less?

Would you rather I care more?

I would rather there was one day in seven that you did not rise before dawn.

Then I fear you've married the wrong man!

What is it for, Ross?

You're always about some task, but to what purpose?

It is almost as if to keep your mind from thinking.

Whereas you, my love, think too much.

If you recall, my dear, I was against you riding at all.

With barely a month to go before the child.

Perhaps it was a little reckless.

And not for the first time.

Only yesterday, I find you lifting heavy books.

Before that, a three-mile walk.

Perhaps you'd advise against me joining you in Truro today?

My dear, nothing would gratify me more than to have you beside me at the grand opening, but our priority now must be the welfare of the Warleggan heir.

(door opens) Mama, I heard Saphira took you for a gallop, and Uncle Ross saved you!

Who is spreading such tales?

We ought to thank him!

Shall we ask him and Aunt Demelza to dinner?

Excellent thought!

Uncle Ross and Aunt Demelza do not visit us now.

But why should that be?

They are Poldarks, and we are als... Warleggans.

I've been thinking, boy, that the time has come for you to take my name.

He was born a Poldark.

But since his mama's marriage, he is now my son.

(sighs) Since you wish it, I will change my name.

Good boy.

To Geoffrey Charles Francis Poldark.

(snickers) No, no... No.

No, my dear, your efforts, though valiant, will be in vain.

Dr. Enys warned me he could only prolong my life, not save it.

Dr. Enys may be wrong.

Dr. Enys is at sea and doubtless gives me not a second thought.

Still, there is, however, something that would ease me.

If, when I'm gone, you will be cared for by a husband of wealth and consequence.

Lord Coniston has written, asking for permission to announce your engagement.

And as I have told you, I cannot consider it.

You are my only concern.

Still, I wish... Shh, uncle.

The subject is closed.

MESSENGER: Captain Poldark... (horse whinnying) (galloping) (dog barking, rooster crowing) Finally!

George?

Thanking you for saving Elizabeth?

No, the thing I've been laboring to bring about for months.

(laughs) I must leave immediately.

DRAKE: ♪ Now this old man went out to roam ♪ ♪ Twee tweedle twee ♪ ♪ Now this old man went out to roam ♪ ♪ Left his wife alone at home ♪ ♪ For... ♪ ♪ A funny old women was she, was she ♪ ♪ A funny old women was she ♪ ♪ A funny old women was she ♪ CAROLINE: Well?

Tomorrow.

(grunting) Who be this, then?

(laughing) DEMELZA: Prudie...

This be my brother, Drake.

Good day, ma'am.

How be you've escaped father's clutches?

Nay, it is he did send me.

Wherefore?

To fetch ye home.

And is the brood mare safely back in the stall?

I must ask you not to use such terms.

Elizabeth is much more to me than that.

Which frankly baffles me.

The thrall she's exerted, over you and Francis-- Ross.

I fail to see the fascination.

In fact... You think I could've done better, yes, Uncle, you've said so many times.

CARY: And the Poldark brat?

Grows more like his father every day.

Spoiled.

Petulant.

And overly attached to his mother.

Two words.

Boarding school.

Softly, Uncle.

These things must done by degrees.

In fact I will be tackling the subject this very afternoon, after we've commenced our mission to be the only bank in Cornwall.

(chuckles) (door closes) Be this Captain Poldark?

My brother, Drake.

What brings you here?

Father, sir.

Did send for sister.

To what purpose?

To make his farewells.

He's dying.

Oh.

Will you go?

I've no liking to.

The man never loved me.

All he ever gived me was bruises.

And I.

Though it do grieve me, I think I must decline.

It is brother Sam did urge me here.

I tell'd him ye wouldn't come back.

It is not for want of love of thee.

I do know that, sister.

AUNT AGATHA: Impending arrival brings fresh travail.

That's cheerful.

Blood, name, purpose, fate.

Cards tell me naught.

But he's coming.

Sooner than we think.

(chatter and applause) Uncle Ross!

No.

Come indoors, boy.

The rabble are mustering.

CARY: Would you like me to convey your respects to young Master Warleggan?

By all means.

If ever he exists.

It do gladden the heart to see how ye live now, sister, in such contentment, and with so fine a gent as Captain Poldark.

Yes, brother.

Truly, I am blessed.

Tell Father that I'll pray for him.

AMELIA CHYNOWETH: Morwenna?

PORTER: This way, madam.

Are we here to ask for money, Mama?

Don't be uncouth, Morwenna.

Your father may have left us destitute, but we are not so vulgar as to beg.

My dear Mrs. Chynoweth.

Such a noble family name, and so undeserving of your current misfortune.

I hope I can be of service on this auspicious day.

May I present my daughter Morwenna?

I have the honor to be your relation.

Since I married your cousin Elizabeth.

And, as you may know, our first child will be born next month.

Yet I worry for my stepson.

Is he unwell?

Thankfully, no.

But with the arrival of a sibling, I'm concerned he may no longer receive the attention he deserves.

But I've been speaking with your mother and we think we've found a solution.

The bank opening was so dull.

I made Trigg take me home as soon as it was over.

ELIZABETH: Uncle George has returned.

But who is that with him?

A governess?

What on earth do you mean?

Forgive me, cousin, this is no reflection on you.

It's just... we have never discussed this.

Why would Geoffrey Charles even need a governess?

My dear, you must see what I'm thinking?

Oh, we do.

Do we want him to feel neglected?

In his final year before he goes away to school?

But I thought we'd agreed he would not go away.

I would miss him too much.

And he would miss me.

Your cousin is a most amiable girl.

She's of course no substitute for you, yet she will help him to be less dependent, and her presence here will take the burden off you.

My son is not a burden to me.

And how can I applaud an arrangement in which I am no longer the major influence in my child's life?

But how could you ever continue to be when, in a month, you will have our child to care for?

Fetched all I asked for?

Now you can supply the feast.

If you can supply the guests.

I saw George outside his new bank.

Geoffrey Charles was with him.

By choice?

Francis must be turning in his grave.

Message from the mine.

You have a visitor.

Who's our mysterious caller?

Ah.

Well, Uncle Ross!

Well, nephew.

So you've escaped your jailers?

Seeing you reminded me of Papa, so I thought, why should I not go and visit his mine?

You're welcome any time.

So I should hope-- after all, mining is in my blood.

Your father must've told you-- mining is hard.

And the results uncertain.

This seems real enough.

Well, that's the finished article.

I should like to find some for myself.

May I?

(clanking) See here.

This is a fine quartzy rock.

And that becomes bright, shiny metal?

Sounds easy, does it not?

To think, I'm the last of the Trenwith Poldarks.

You forget Aunt Agatha.

So do you!

(laughing) Or so she tells me.

I think of her often.

And you.

(birds cawing) ELIZABETH: This is Morwenna, your new governess.

And my cousin.

I hope in time we can become good friends.

Of course you will!

(Aunt Agatha snorts) Oh, Aunt, Uncle Ross said I must pass on his good wishes.

He misses you.

And I him.

Where did you speak with Ross?

At the mine.

I went to visit him.

By whose permission?

I need no permission to visit my own family.

Quite right, boy!

PRUDIE: Fitty fizzog he have, little brother of yourn.

I wish he'd never come.

PRUDIE: You'd sooner not be minded of him?

There's much I'd sooner not be minded of.

I should learn to be like Ross.

What he can't abide to think on, it's like it don't exist.

(grunts) Ross, am I a bad daughter?

He was a bad father.

And yet, it is a bond, Ross.

Father and child.

Despite all, it cannot be denied.

Can you be there and back in time?

If we leave now.

If you're late, we cannot wait for you.

Of course.

You mustn't miss the hour.

I can scarce believe it will happen at all.

Well, it must and it will.

Provided the other parties play their part.

CAROLINE: No, Horace, you must stay here and guard Uncle Ray.

Caroline?

Are you going out?

I've been thinking over what you said, Uncle.

About Lord Coniston.

And I wondered if I shouldn't go to London.

Oh, my dear, you'd make your old guardian very happy.

I only wish I could come with you.

I'll be there and back before you know it.

(gulls crying) Sister be here, father.

As ye did command.

Take his hand.

The hour is upon me, daughter.

(wheezing) I'd easier go if I know'd you've returned to the light.

The Lord is merciful and He shall guide ye home.

I thank the Lord kindly, but I believe I know my own way.

Samuel, Drake.

It is for thee to lead the fa... ...the fallen souls of Cornwall.

(shaky breathing) Aye, father, we'll make it our mission.

(Tom wheezing) Ah, Ross, here you are.

Tom Harry spied you riding this way.

I believe I'm free to do so.

Unless you've purchased every church in Cornwall.

There are a few places I've yet to purchase.

Wheal Grace being one.

I think we both know there are things which even you cannot buy.

Your stepson, for instance.

It would be a mistake to encourage his visits.

A mistake for whom?

He's my stepson and heir.

He'd do well not to displease me.

Surely his very existence displeases you.

I shall tolerate him for the moment.

For I may soon have a son of my own.

And then everything will change.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Before Papa died, sometimes villagers would pass, and we'd all talk together.

But since Uncle George had fences built... Why did he so?

Uncle George likes people to know what he owns.

He's been very kind to me.

Oh, he is kind.

Till he gets what he wants.

♪ Jesus, lover of my soul ♪ ♪ Let me to thy bosom fly ♪ ♪ While the nearer waters roll ♪ ♪ While the tempest still is high ♪ ♪ Hide me, O my Saviour, hide ♪ He can't last much longer.

I'd stay, but...

I'm already late.

What will you do now?

Sam do wish us to get out and spread the word.

And what to you wish?

Just to get out.

Shall we begin?

REVEREND: Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in sight of... MORWENNA: Does your mama approve of you wandering so far?

GEOFFREY CHARLES: What harm can it do?

I did not say I disapproved.

I'm a great believer in fresh air and exercise.

I see we'll agree very well.

Oh look, there... That's my Uncle Ross and Aunt Demelza.

The other gentleman is Dr. Enys.

He used to attend our family.

Before Uncle George came.

When Papa was alive, we saw much of Uncle Ross.

Even after, he and Mama were good friends.

But now... no longer.

How sad.

I wonder what could be the cause.

(echoey crash) (yelling) Elizabeth?

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth... Help!

Give me some help here!

Help me carry her upstairs.

And send for Doctor Choake!

Bid him come at once!

To Ross, who conceived and executed the plan, spirited me from Falmouth, arranged the parson... And even brought the bride's bouquet.

Demelza's handiwork.

And the feast?

Prudie must take some credit.

Since Jud moved away, she's had time to perfect her puddings.

And that be another good reason to bless his departuring.

You don't miss your former wedded bliss?

Like a ruptured spleen.

Well... (laughing) If Caroline and I are half as happy as our saviors, we'll be fortunate indeed.

Be Mr. Penvenen very sick?

He cannot last more than a fortnight.

And he've no suspicions?

Why would I distress him?

But what could I do?

The minute Dwight was granted leave, I knew I could not wait a moment longer.

DEMELZA: And must you return to your ship tomorrow?

Twenty-four hours shore leave is all I'm permitted.

Has Doctor Choake arrived yet?

The servant says he's been called to another patient.

He'll come when he can.

Damn him!

I'll insist we have first call on his services in future!

What other doctor is hereabouts?

Dr. Enys?

That quacksalver?

Absolutely not.

Any case, is he not at sea?

What of Dr. Behenna?

Lives the other side of Truro.

Take time to summon him.

Let him be summoned.

(panting, groaning) ROSS: Demelza and I regret we have chores to attend to.

Let me show you to your room.

Do you like her?

I once feared you did not.

Now I know her better, I think her a remarkable woman.

At pains to disguise her own goodness, as if it were something to be ashamed of.

Like someone else we know?

I'm forever in your debt.

The debt was mine, long before it was yours.

I am honored to be able to repay it.

To Nampara, with haste... Are you nervous?

I would be... were tonight our first time.

A remarkable woman I've married.

And I a remarkable man.

Still, I hate having to deceive my uncle.

Would it kill him to know the truth?

He has his heart set on my becoming Lady Coniston.

It would give out entirely if he knew I was Mrs. Enys.

I'm sorry for that.

I could not be less so.

But in his case, ignorance is most assuredly bliss.

And in mine, bliss is most assuredly Caroline.

It'll be hard for Dwight to leave again.

Yes.

And yet you envy him.

Do I?

His clarity of purpose, perhaps.

The simple act of living in the moment, not knowing whether you'll live or die.

And something more?

A life more simple?

No shadow from the past which may come back to haunt him?

Everyone has shadows.

The trick is to outrun them.

Or ignore them?

(chuckles) Letter come from Trenwith.

From Master Geoffrey.

Has he pushed his stepfather down the stairs?

Elizabeth's been taken ill. Dr. Choake cannot be found, so the boy begs Dr. Enys to come in his stead.

There appears to be no external damage.

But these internal pains, you say the onset occurred directly after the fall?

Almost at once.

Do you think they will go away?

I suspect not.

Your wife has suffered a serious fall.

You should prepare yourself.

For what?

Surely, there's no risk to the infant?

Or Elizabeth?

Childbirth can be a precarious business.

Particularly when it comes a month early.

You're not suggesting...

These are birthing pains, sir.

The child will be born tonight.

But surely that's a month before her time?

Doubtless the fall has brought on her travail.

So much for my wedding night!

More port?

(panting) (whimpering) (groaning) (Elizabeth yelling) (loud groaning) CARY: I warned you she was a poor choice.

A younger, more robust specimen would've better served the purpose.

CAROLINE: How difficult it must be for him.

He and Elizabeth... Forgive me.

I've no wish to be impertinent, but did they not...?

What?

Love each other... once?

And, though it's long past, to know that, tonight, she'll be delivered of the child of his worst enemy?

It must be vexing.

Yes, I believe it is.

(Elizabeth yelling) If it comes to a choice, obviously the child takes priority.

(Aunt Agatha grumbles) DWIGHT: She is in a good deal of pain.

When do you expect Dr. Choake?

God knows!

It's hours since he was summoned to Killewarren.

Killewarren?

On whose account?

Ray Penvenen's, naturally.

Apparently, he's taken a turn for the worst.

And just when his niece has left for London.

Dear God.

He's had a good innings.

No one's immortal.

Dr. Behenna is delayed in Truro.

You would not think of leaving my wife unattended?

Of course not.

But I'm expected back at Nampara.

I'd be grateful if you could have a note delivered for me.

Ross?

Ross.

No sign of Dwight?

How unlucky is he?

This accident could hardly have come at a worse time.

You think it an accident, then?

The boy's letter said so.

Yet, why would Elizabeth fall down the stairs?

(knocking) (door opens) PRUDIE: That ape Tom Harry!

How dare he show his ugly, fat fizzog here.

Oh, Judas.

Dear God.

I must go to my uncle.

Can Dwight meet me there?

Elizabeth is gravely ill. How ill?

Is she dying?

Is the child?

The letter doesn't say so, but...

I must go to Killewarren at once.

You'll go with Caroline?

Of course.

What is that?

At the edge of the moon?

What is it?

AUNT AGATHA: A black moon.

It is a bad omen, mark my words.

DWIGHT: Quickly.

(screaming) (groaning) (straining) (yelling, crying) Sam.

(wheezing) What do it mean?

It is the coming of the shadow of death.

(gasping) DEMELZA: I never was the god-fearing kind.

Nor I.

But if I were, I'd pray.

For what, maid?

Deliverance.

(grunting) (yelling) Is it alive?

(gasping) Is it alive?

(wheezing) (sobbing) SAM: Father...

I will do as ye bid me.

Go forth into the world and save souls.

Do ye join me, brother?

Uncle Ray?

Caroline.

You should be halfway to London by now.

I came back.

I realized there is nothing there which cannot wait.

And will you stay with me now?

For as long as you wish.

(labored breathing) (baby fussing) You have a son.

Your son is healthy.

Strong.

He appears no worse for coming a month early.

I think we need detain you no longer.

On the contrary.

Your wife has endured a difficult birthing.

Much as it inconveniences me, I cannot leave until I'm assured of her safety.

Mmm.

He favors you, I think.

Yes.

Yes, I see the resemblance.

(baby fussing) GEORGE: May I present: my son and heir.

So that's what an eight-month brat looks like!

Hold your tongue, old woman.

Before my nephew has you thrown on the midden.

MORWENNA: What'll be his name?

Old family names be the best.

Joshua.

Or Francis.

Or Ross.

Elizabeth and I agree his name will be Valentine.

MORWENNA: May I take Geoffrey Charles to see his mama?

Can he not wait till morning?

I want to see her now.

Chastise him for his insolence.

Show him who's the master here.

Aye, do!

Call Tom Harry.

That great lump.

He doesn't frighten me!

Well... he should.

Take Miss Poldark's chair and remove it to her chamber.

And Miss Poldark with it.

AUNT AGATHA: Unhand me, you devils!

George... tell them to put me down!

Carry on.

(cackles) Elizabeth shall hear of this.

Manhandled in my own house?

Stay, you vermin!

I would speak!

That child of yours... What of him?

Cursed he be!

Born under the black moon.

No good shall come to him.

(whispering): Run.

♪ ♪ I have never known the blessing of a happy marriage.

(shallow breathing) But it's been my privilege to have had guardianship of you.

Shh, uncle... Do not exhaust yourself... Had I ever married, I might have understood what it is to follow one's heart.

And I should not have prevented you from doing so.

(shallow breathing) Can you ever forgive me?

Uncle Ray.

What if I told you there was nothing to forgive?

Oh... My dear girl.

My dear, dear girl... (sobbing) Elizabeth is alive.

And her son.

Dwight returned just before dawn, and left shortly after for Falmouth.

I must speak with George.

Why?

There is a conversation which can no longer be avoided.

The babe doesn't look at all like me.

That's because he's your half-brother.

He may be more Warleggan than Chynoweth.

Now that he's here, you must be prepared for change.

Your mama will be much occupied.

She will always have time for me.

Of course.

Love will never change, but... Where are we?

Is this still Trenwith land?

Nampara's.

Does it matter?

Only that your Uncle George may... Uncle George doesn't concern me.

Let's go further.

(laughing): Come on!

GEORGE: Well, Ross!

Are you here to congratulate me?

Fatherhood changes everything, does it not?

Will you take a drink with me?

Why have you really come?

To make a bargain with you.

Always assuming you have something I want.

I do.

Myself.

Out of your life.

So these are my terms.

You possess things I hold dear.

My family mine, Wheal Leisure.

My family home, Trenwith.

But, most importantly, my great aunt and nephew.

Is that all?

Have a care for them.

Do not use them as a means to injure me, or you will wish you had never been born.

(laughs lightly) In return, I will remove myself from your life.

You will live in your world and I will live in mine.

And there will be no need for our paths to cross ever again.

Is it far now?

A mile or two, brother.

Will he ask her, or shall I?

As to that, I believe the Lord will guide us.

Do ye believe it is all His plan?

For instance, do He decree us to meet yon souls up yonder?

Maybe so, brother.

For He have made we fishers of men.

And this could be our first catch.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: I'm hungry.

I hope Mrs. Trigg's made jellies.

Good day.

Good day to ye, ma'am.

Do ye know the way to Nampara?

But we know'st the way...

I regret I'm a stranger here.

I'm not.

Stay on the path and you'll come to it directly.

Much obliged, sir.

We am strangers ourselves.

Do ye bide in these parts or be just passing through?

She's staying.

Are you not, Morwenna?

Morwenna.

'Tis a lilting, musical name.

I'm Drake.

'Tis a pleasure to meet ye.

And you, sir.

I hope we may meet again.

I know why you've come.

This is a change of heart.

There was a time when you fought to escape your family.

As you now mean to escape yours?

George is not my family.

Geoffrey Charles is.

I must trust him to his mother's care.

And the child?

To his father's.

Yes, Ross.

So, we'll have no more to do with Trenwith.

I think that's for the best.

No good can now come of a connection between our two families.

And since you've lost a part of your family, can you find it in you to embrace a part of mine?

GEORGE: My dear... you will be pleased to hear: we are rid of him.

Who?

Ross.

Finally, he has admitted defeat.

He will never again approach our house, nor any member of our family.

He actually said that?

Hmm.

A new chapter begins.

Without him.

There's something I must tell you, Ross.

Though I fear you will not like it.

I'm with child again.

You're not displeased?

I might wish the timing were better.

The war's getting deadlier.

Everything in this world seems less certain.

Except for you.

Are you so certain of me?

Perhaps I don't deserve to be.

No, you do not!

But with you beside me, whatever life sends... We can face it.

(gulls crying) MINER: You settling well down here, Drake?

SAM: Yet Jesus did also say, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

I speak to you now as a fellow sinner.

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

If he wished for an easy life, he'd do well to keep his head down and his mouth shut.

Is he giving you trouble?

Nay, he do labor hard as any.

More 'n most.

HENSHAWE: Truth is, in time of war and famine, there's plenty looking for something to believe in.

SAM: Stamp that soul with the image of God.

It's free grace that formed man.

(chatting quietly) Did I mention that Verity will join us for the christening?

Indeed?

That's my aunt.

She's a Poldark like me and Aunt Agatha.

And will the other Poldarks be coming?

The ones at Nampara?

My dear, it is your good fortune to be unacquainted with the Nampara Poldarks, and long may you remain so blessed.

Ross Poldark has chosen to sever all ties with his Trenwith relations and we feel nothing but relief at being spared his intrusions.

(clears his throat) Thank 'ee, Lord, for sendin' us these gifts, this food, this water...

This house.

By the grace of God... By the grace o' Cap'n Ross!

SAM: Yet 'tis the Lord have guided he to offer such a thing.

ROSS: On the contrary.

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

'Twill be a fine place to start our mission.

And so we pray for new beams to mend our broken roof and then we will do everything in our power to bring redemption to the dark places of Cornwall.

PRUDIE: Good luck with that!

Is Trenwith such a place?

Why do you ask?

I have heard tell 'twas once your family home but now's fallen into unfriendly hands.

It has.

And you'll favor me by never setting foot on Trenwith land... nor having dealings with any of the household.

(thunder) (sighs with exhaustion) Did you need to forbid them?

They're unlike to go looking for trouble.

Knowing them, it'll find them anyway.

As it oft seems to find you?

Those days are done.

I'm a respectable country squire now.

(laughs) With a home, a mine, a family and a wife.

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

Including me?

Especially you.

(clattering) Oh lack-a-day, 'tis a fearful thing to be a poor maid with no man to care for her.

Would 'ee like for I to help 'ee?

'Tis kindly thought.

Since my old man did cart off, old Prudie have had to tend to these needs herself.

Not to mention other needs a body might have.

(laughs) It seems a lifetime since I married Dwight.

Yet it's barely been a month.

He'll be home again soon.

Won't he?

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

The French fleet has been sighted not far from our present position in the channel.

Though it is impossible to know how soon we must engage with them, yet we know that attack is inevitable.

I beg you will not distress yourself, for I have confidence that we will prevail, that I will soon return home to you, my love.

When will you announce your marriage?

I've been thinking, it might seem disrespectful to Uncle Ray if it were known I'd married Dwight in secret.

So when he returns, perhaps a small visit to the church?

Where there will seem to be a wedding.

Followed by a lavish celebration at Killewarren.

And no one'll be any the wiser!

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

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

He was a gentleman of the first degree.

Possessed the common touch, lived a simple life.

We of less exalted stock would do well to follow his example.

And yet you yourself have risen far, Sir Francis, in wealth and status.

As have you.

Do you believe that we who have acquired the privileges of wealth should enjoy superiority in all matters?

I feel that power should always be in the hands of those... who know what to do with it.

And justice?

Superiority of intellect will always ensure that justice is done.

As Ray Penvenen proved when he served as magistrate.

Yes.

However shall we replace him?

I'm having a small gathering here next week.

Perhaps you'd favor me with your company and that of your charming wife?

We'd be delighted.

Do 'ee never go to church, sister?

Once a year on Christmas Day.

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

By avoiding sin?

See, I'm not that convinced about sin, brother.

I think more highly of love.

My husband, my child, my dog, my home.

Those matter more to me than a Man sat on a throne in Heaven.

But sister, if you love Him first, then all the rest will follow.

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

I think I want it just as it is.

Oh well, I promised I'd try.

What?

He's set you on to try and convert me?

DRAKE: He thinks ye've more a taking for me than for him.

I've a taking for you both!

You've a beguiling way, Drake Carne!

I tremble for the young maids hereabouts.

(laughing) (clears her throat) Is that a comical book, Morwenna?

No, cousin.

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

I don't recall it being so amusing.

It never used to seem so.

(Valentine crying) (Geoffrey Charles and Morwenna laughing) (men shouting and jeering) What's amiss?

An old friend of yours.

Not been seen in these parts since your father died.

Tholly?

Is it thee, young Cap'n?

(groans) (growling dramatically) (laughing) Well!

(coughing) Tholly Tregirls.

I thought you were dead.

Ahh... Been nigh it oft enough, young Cap'n, but cheated it by a whisker.

Or a hand.

I see Ned remembered you.

As do half the husbands and fathers in Sawle.

Is it my fault maidens can't resist I?

Where've I been these 13 years?

What's me trade?

Well, some d' clep me "pirate", some "free trader."

ZACKY: And some less flatterin' names?

Fixer, fetcher-- that's what I calls it.

You wants it, I ferrets it out.

At a cost.

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

Ah, didn't stop him from joinin' my adventures, though, did it?

Nor thee, young Cap'n!

Well, I shan't be joining any more.

Never say that, son!

See this little pouch?

In it I carry the bones of me hand.

(bones rattling) Remind I how fragile is life.

Like in France now, terrible state.

Bloodshed and riot.

Murder and mayhem.

Live for the moment, say I.

And be damn'd to the consequence!

It's in the blood, son.

Adventurin'?

Old Joshua could never resist.

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

(under his breath): Not if I can help it.

GEORGE: Of course Sir Francis did not explicitly offer me the position of magistrate.

But you expect him to?

On Monday, when we attend his gathering.

I'll need robes, of course.

A suitable wig.

But I can see myself on the bench.

Dispensing justice.

I seem to recall Francis thought it remarkably tedious.

Francis took its benefits for granted.

I see it as a means to an end.

Which is?

To ensure that my son and heir does not have to fight for his place in society.

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

Perhaps Geoffrey Charles will do the same.

With Valentine.

Do you fear for him?

Who?

Geoffrey Charles.

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

He was right.

Now he has a son, everything will change.

But not for us.

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

Little Verity!

Oh, Aunt!

I'm so glad to see you!

Come here, little mite.

Take after his father, do he?

I like to think so.

ELIZABETH: Verity!

So good of you to come.

We're quite the family gathering.

Are Ross and Demelza here?

Oh, no... that is...

They don't count as family now.

Ross and George still have their differences.

But what a cherub he is!

Oh, and image of his papa!

And Valentine, who does he favor?

ELIZABETH: Oh, shall we go inside?

(horse whinnies) Lord have mercy on that poor Valentine!

Christened this day a Warleggan!

Little tacker giving 'ee grief, is he?

Who says it's a he?

A cross-beam, from a ship?

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

Thank 'ee, brother, twill be just the thing to bolster the roof.

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

Which I dare say 'ee object to.

Since 'ee did bestow the cottage as a dwellin', not a meetin' house.

I couldn't care less what you use it for as long as you don't stir up unrest in the village.

We've had enough in recent years.

We're looking for a little peace.

In the Lord shall ye find it!

In truth, Sam's flock have so swelled already, we must look out a larger house of worship.

Preferably not on my land.

Valentine George, I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

(church bells ringing) (bells ringing in distance) Verity will be there.

And Caroline.

At the christening.

(bells ringing) (bells ringing) Yes, my son was most eager to make his entrance into the world and see, already he's dictating terms!

CARY: His father's son!

A true Warleggan.

It's been a while since you graced our humble house of prayer.

Do you find it much changed?

In what regard?

The roof no longer leaks, the west window is repaired, new candlesticks adorn the altar.

Courtesy of yourself?

CARY: Who else?

As head of the premier family of the district, I believe it's my duty to lead the way.

Was this not lately the Poldark family church?

George has a short memory.

DRAKE: I wonder, brother, whether this church might not suit us?

It seem a goodly, Christian set of folks hereabouts.

VERITY: Dear Valentine... A robust little creature, and none the worse for coming a month early.

He's darker than his father.

I think he favors his mother.

(sputtering) GEORGE: And may we expect an announcement soon?

Your engagement to Lord Coniston?

Oh!

No-- I could not possibly consider it, so soon after my uncle's death.

Do I understand that Dr. Enys assisted at Valentine's delivery?

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

I assume he's now returned to the navy.

VERITY: I believe he's in the Channel Patrol, with the Western Squadron.

GEORGE: The Western?

I trust they were not involved in this latest skirmish?

VERITY: Skirmish?

We've not heard of any.

GEORGE: Yes, we had it from one of our agents in Falmouth.

Ned Pellew's squadron, was it?

Caught in a storm, battled the French for over 12 hours.

GEORGE: Three French ships lost, four of ours, and a merchant ship blown off course.

A merchant ship?

Lost?

You mean sunk?

As I understand it.

Do you recall any names?

Turmoil?

Trident?

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

Please excuse us, Miss Penvenen is unwell.

Judas!

Is it certain?

VERITY: Nothing's certain.

I must send to Falmouth, to the naval offices.

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

I, I hope someone can enlighten us.

Ross is at the mine.

Where's Prudie?

Prudie?

Prudie?

The maid say you must get 'ee to Truro.

(both groan) This be the path, but now it goes across private land.

Be this not the land of which Cap'n Ross did speak?

We must go round.

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

I say we risk it.

'Tis not as if we mean any harm.

Lord, but christenings are dull!

Thank heaven we escaped.

Your mama may not be so pleased.

Oh!

Who's that?

GEOFFREY CHARLES: This is private property.

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

'Tis some heavy and we thought to take a short cut.

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

No, it is not!

My name is Poldark, and this is Poldark land.

Oh, 'tis you we seen by the path.

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

Who is your sister?

Demelza Poldark.

That's my aunt!

Does that mean we're related?

Indirectly.

I think we must be going.

Your mama will wonder where we are.

Mr. Warleggan has men patrolling the grounds.

If you make haste, you will avoid them.

'Tis kind of 'ee, ma'am.

We're much in your debt.

I think, Geoffrey, it would be wise to say nothing of meeting those young men.

Your uncle is strict about trespass, and we would not want to get them into trouble.

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

It seems unlikely.

They seem very low-born.

(clears his throat) Ye might've picked more had ye not wasted time talking to I.

So I picked 'em for ye.

A small token to celebrate this auspicious day.

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

How thoughtful you are.

I'm astonished at Verity.

Making off like that, and taking Caroline with her.

What on earth could she mean?

Truro yielded little news, most of it vague and not to be relied upon.

But there are rumors that the merchant ship is the Esmeralda.

No!

She appears to be missing.

Oh, Dear God!

And the Travail?

Lost off the French coast.

Oh, heavens!

There's no way of knowing if any came ashore or if she perished with all hands aboard.

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

Mm, typical!

Whenever he might be of use, he vanishes.

Well, doubtless he's found some credulous wench to take him to bed.

I'm not that sorry.

Involvement with Tholly always comes at a price.

And I have my own connections.

In the Trade?

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

But this is for Dwight and my cousin Verity.

So, we put the word out?

All along the coast-- any who travel to the Scillies and especially to France.

Tell them to keep their ear to the ground-- any rumor, chance remark.

ZACKY: There again, we could always look to the power of prayer to guide our search on this Holy Day.

(church bell ringing) (congregation chattering) (chatter quiets) (children giggling) 'Tis now past the hour, sir.

Our service begins when Mr. Warleggan arrives.

(quietly): Warleggan?

Then let us while away the time by praisin' the Lord in song.

Has little Verity abandoned us?

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

Perhaps she finds her Nampara cousins more congenial.

George?

Are you ready?

I dislike to keep the congregation waiting.

Francis was never late.

But Francis did not assume Sunday worship was conducted purely for his benefit.

♪ A token of His love he gives ♪ ♪ A pledge of liberty ♪ ♪ I find Him lifting up my head ♪ (church door opens) ♪ He brings salvation near ♪ ♪ His presence makes me free indeed ♪ ♪ And He will soon appear.

♪ REVEREND ODGERS: I can only apologize.

Certain new members of our congregation took matters into their own hands.

♪ I steadfastly believe ♪ ♪ Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord... ♪ ZACKY: Rumors a-plenty.

None of 'em good.

ROSS: A guinea for anyone with solid information!

Eye witnesses?

Names?

You know where to find me.

CAROLINE: I think I must return to Killewarren.

There's little I can do here.

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

Then I shall return to Trenwith.

Elizabeth must think me unconscionably rude.

The last thing we need is more discord between our two houses.

God's grace go with 'ee, sir.

The insolence of the man.

That's Methodists for you.

It disquiets me to see how they set themselves apart as if thinking themselves superior.

I must humbly agree, sir.

In which case, can I suggest you deal with them in an appropriate way?

(knock at door) (door opens) Reverend Odgers, come in.

ROSS: That's all we need!

More conflict with George?

DEMELZA: How dare Odgers forbid decent God-fearing Christians his church?

Yet, with respect, brother, the Lord will surely have some purpose in these ructions.

I don't require the Lord's intervention in my affairs, nor yours!

Now, if you'll excuse me, the Lord has seen fit to consign hundreds of souls to the bottom of the sea, and I must try and discover if my friends are amongst them.

ELIZABETH: No news is better than ill news.

Ross promised to send word as soon as he had it.

You may be sure he'll keep his word.

'Tis the Poldark way.

My dear, this feud between Ross and George, can you find no way to end it?

You were once a Poldark yourself.

When you married Andrew, against the wishes of your family, did you not vow to take his part in all things?

Yes, of course, but... Well, I vowed likewise.

I am Warleggan now and must take my husband's part.

Even against Ross?

Especially against Ross?

(door opens) Well?

The Esmeralda seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth.

And the Travail?

There was a ship smashed upon rocks.

A handful of men came ashore.

Were met by a lawless rabble.

Rounded up, set upon.

Where they were taken, God knows.

Or indeed if this ship was the Travail.

And if it were, how can we know if Dwight survived?

We can't.

At this distance.

Ross, you would not venture to France now in the midst of riot and bloodshed?

How would you even get there?

What would you have me do?

Abandon Dwight to his fate?

No, but at least not be in such haste.

See if anything can be heard by other means.

As you wish.

You agree?

Why?

We have an invitation.

From Sir Francis Basset.

Who's he?

What George aspires to be.

His family came from nothing, yet his wealth and status now dwarf everyone else in the county.

Why would he invite us?

No idea.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't go.

Especially as George and Elizabeth will likely be there.

But I'm told he has several French nobles staying with him.

If they've come lately from France... Might they have news of Dwight?

Well, hardly, but the Travail, of its fate?

Who knows?

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

I won't go to France before that.

(birds chirping) (crying loudly) Forgive me, I heard crying and thought Valentine was in distress.

Yes, he often seems so.

(Valentine screaming) Will you not pick him up?

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

Geoffrey Charles never cried.

Because you never left him to.

All children are different.

If you have another, you'll realize that.

Forgive me.

I hope and pray you will have the chance.

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

Now, let us not be late for Sir Francis.

(crying) This is the best beach in the world!

And it belongs to my Uncle Ross!

Oh!

Then should we really be venturing, given the disagreement between your families?

It's no disagreement of mine.

Oh, but look!

Is that not Aunt Demelza's brother?

Master Geoffrey!

Miss Morwenna!

Proper waves, these, eh?

Oh, 'twill not be new to you, young master, but to I, the discoveries I've made!

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

No.

What is it?

'Tis a hollow in the rocks by the sea, but the water's pure and sweet, on account of it was consecrated a thousand year gone by St. Sawle himself.

Would 'ee care to see it?

Oh, no, I-I don't believe... Of course she would.

Lead on!

ROSS: It far outshines Trenwith.

Or Killewarren.

And anything else in these parts.

Was it not built on the proceeds of their mines?

DEMELZA: And think of that, Ross!

If the lode did continue at Grace... ROSS: In ten years I might be able to build us a small outhouse.

♪ ♪ (chamber music playing) We know our mission?

Get news of the Travail and Esmeralda, by any means necessary.

(chamber music playing) (water dripping) 'Tis sweet.

Taste it.

So it is!

'Tis a wishing well too, they say.

What you do is, dip your right hand in the water, saying, "Father, Son and Holy Spirit" and then your wish is granted.

That's sacrilege.

'Tisn't, though, beggin' your pardon.

This be a holy place as much as any church.

I suppose so.

I'll go first.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Now you, Miss Morwenna?

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

I'm not sure St. Sawle would approve of us, making our frivolous wishes at his well.

Mine wasn't frivolous.

Nor mine.

Nor mine.

I must take Geoffrey home.

We've been gone for hours.

Race me!

Miss Morwenna.

Just something I made.

(chamber music playing, guests chatting) ROSS: Sir Francis, may I introduce my wife, Demelza.

Is it you we have to thank for your husband's presence here today?

He generally shuns society.

I had much ado to persuade him.

(laughs) Do you not think we should stick together?

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

I wouldn't presume to compare my small enterprise with yours.

But I trust we have things in common?

A concern for the condition in which miners work, a wish to improve them.

ROSS: Have a care or you'll be called a Jacobin.

Like yourself?

(they laugh) In truth, I am no friend of revolution.

To be governed by the mob is to see the end of civil and religious liberties.

As those gentlemen would tell you.

They've lately escaped from France?

Within an inch of their lives.

Terror and bloodshed, that is not democracy-- that is vengeance.

And where it stalks, no one is safe.

Let me introduce you.

Ah, there is Sir Francis.

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

GEORGE: I can't imagine why Ross is here.

ELIZABETH: The Poldarks and the Bassets have a long acquaintance.

The connection goes back generations.

Of course, Sir Francis welcomes newer families-- those whose fortunes, like his own, were made, not inherited.

I must go and speak to Lady Whitworth.

Drake's very common, isn't he?

If by that you mean he's very low-born... Oh, I don't care that he is!

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

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

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

Perhaps we shouldn't come again.

Morwenna, it's the best beach in Cornwall!

It is Poldark land.

And Drake's a Poldark relative.

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

Mistress Poldark?

Are you impressed with Tehidy?

Who could not be?

You don't find it too intimidating in its size and splendor?

But, of course, these days you glide with ease through all of society, from lowest to high.

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

They were speaking of plans for a landing in Brittany.

British-funded, no doubt.

To raise the Royalist flag.

The Bretons suffer fearfully.

You seem very well informed.

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

We?

As in the British navy?

As in we who have friends or relatives lost on French shores.

Dr. Enys, for instance?

And if such a landing might be a means of locating such as survived?

And if it did, of later freeing them?

Interesting thought.

Though entirely fanciful.

If such a landing were to be managed, its aim would surely be the liberation of France, not the rescue of some minor English officers.

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

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

'Tis fortunate this is a large house, sir.

Then you and my husband may avoid each other.

Shall we try our luck at faro?

By all means, Sir.

I'll join directly.

It will certainly be a hazardous venture, but I wish you all success.

Merci, monsieur, merci.

Mr. Poldark.

Reverend Halse.

I wonder if you would favor me with a moment of your time?

As you wish.

Ray Penvenen is a great loss.

A man of his breeding, good sense, not easily replaced.

On the bench, I mean.

I couldn't say.

I never came before him.

A man of integrity, conviction.

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

And so often fails to find.

Your cousin was a magistrate, your uncle before him.

There's been a Poldark on the bench for the last hundred years.

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

Sir Francis Basset is not glad.

He's asked me to intervene, to invite you to step up and follow in their footsteps.

He and you must know it's barely four years since I was on trial for wrecking, riot and assault.

On which charges you were, miraculously, acquitted.

And two years before that, I broke into Bodmin jail and freed a prisoner.

Or do you and your fellow justices regard this as "youthful exuberance"?

It's possible we espouse the principle that a reformed sinner makes the best parson.

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

As a magistrate one has a say in the setting of rates, taxes, the use to which they are put.

One's influence in many spheres is considerable.

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

Naturally.

Therein lies the problem.

You should be aware that if you decline this role, it will be offered elsewhere.

Nevertheless, I do decline.

To Mr. George Warleggan.

An admirable choice.

George has all the qualities I lack.

And lacks many of the qualities you have.

(sighs) Do not lose heart.

I'm sure he's safe.

Then why have we not had word?

I must prepare myself.

Verity... My dear, do not pity me.

Pity Caroline.

Her life with Dwight has barely begun and I've had six years of happiness.

I have our beloved child.

I never expected such joy.

And if all is now lost, I'll be forever grateful I had it so long.

You're too good.

I'm not.

I'm like you.

You've learnt to make the best, to be grateful for whatever you have in your life.

Even Elizabeth and George?

I confess that disquiets me.

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

Have you become so like Ross that you can no longer let go ill will?

Here we are, in the same room, bound by ties of blood, yet unable to meet.

Will you not let me bring you together?

It is impossible.

Why?

What is the cause of this present feud?

My dear, your husband's ship, the Esmeralda...

Yes?

Captain Trevose has had word from the Admiralty.

She put into port in Lisbon two days ago, weather-beaten but unharmed.

(gasps) I must go to Lisbon!

Most excellent news!

I'm very glad.

You refused the offer?

'Twas a mistake!

As magistrate you could've done so much good.

Common folk do need someone on their side.

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

I'd be obliged to be "fair."

And would you not use your power wisely?

With justice and mercy?

For all the right reasons?

Unlike someone we know.

(under his breath): Yes!

Did you glean anything from the Frenchmen?

Nothing I didn't already know.

(horse whinnies) ROSS: I didn't wish to distress Caroline, but the Comte de Sombreuil thinks we should prepare for the worst.

DEMELZA: Why?

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

Posted about the streets, to boast of their capture.

There are no lists.

So no one survived?

Justice of the Peace!

The first Warleggan to be called to the bench!

Are you not impressed?

Unsurprised.

After all, what other candidate could there be?

Ross?

Ross?

The obvious choice.

And yet he was not offered it.

Perhaps he was.

(gulls calling) Lisbon awaits us, sweetheart, and Papa will be waiting for us.

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

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Morwenna.

There is some consolation.

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

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

And Sam and Drake have settled.

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

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

Peace, yes.

I like the sound of that.

(loud pounding on door) A guinea was the sum, I bla'?

Uh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

The Travail ran aground near a place called Quimper.

There's an old convent turned into a prison.

Hundreds of English prisoners are kept there.

Could Dwight have been taken there?

If he survived.

An old friend of my father has contacts in France.

Smuggling contacts.

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

He's known in the town and would be willing to seek out information... for a price.

And so?

I think I must go.

Little Verity.

Will I ever see you again?

You shall, dear aunt.

I promise you.

(driver cracks whip) Where are you, my love?

Where are you?

Un... deux... trois!

Arrête!

Lève-toi maintenant!

Lève-toi!

J'ai dit lève-toi!

Be ready and... heave!

Heave!

Heave!

See, I telled 'ee, young Cap'n, we'd soon be off on another jaunt.

THOLLY: Get ready... (Tholly shouts) Cap'n... Ready... And heave...!

Next time on Masterpiece... 50 now, 50 when you bring me the names.

GEORGE: I, George Warleggan, do swear to act as a justice of the peace.

I pray for his return.

He knows how to take care of himself.

MAN: If you are found ashore after midnight you will be executed.

Poldark, next time on Masterpiece.

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