LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

ROSS: He could help us discover who falsely accused you.

NED: My money's on Hanson.

LINNEY: Previously, on "Poldark"... ROSS: Bannantine.

His testimony could have made all the difference.

BANNANTINE: You've no idea what they're capable of.

CECILY: A veritable Nelson!

GEOFFREY CHARLES: And all on credit.

Unless I can secure a wealthy benefactor.

DRAKE: She's yet so broken, and may never mend.

ELIZABETH: Is this really what you wish?

GEORGE: Have I not a mind of my own?

Sir, I cannot allow my nephew to sign.

RALPH: What?

WICKHAM: Now the Crown requires you to make amends.

DEMELZA: Our feet back on Cornish soil.

London cannot touch us.

LINNEY: "Poldark," right now, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves crashing, birds chirping) Why do you smile?

Why do you?

Recalling a certain night.

When you asked me if I liked you?

And do you?

Like me still?

For some strange reason.

As I, perversely, still like you.

Well, that's only fitty!

(both chuckling) ♪ ♪ Everything's fitty, now we're home.

And London and its strange ways are far, far away.

♪ ♪ (Demelza chuckling) ♪ ♪ BANNANTINE (voiceover): Captain Poldark, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

With my demise, you must be made aware of the forces with which you are dealing.

They are without remorse.

If you would preserve yourself and your family, distance yourself from Ned Despard, lest the association be fatal to you, as it has been so to me.

♪ ♪ (quietly): Bannantine's dead.

What?

How?

Drowned, his landlady says.

An accident?

You think it likely?

Hanson's in Truro.

I can't know if he had a hand in Bannantine's death, but I do know his presence here... Is unlikely to be for the good of his health.

He'd be well advised to avoid me.

And you, him.

In fact, you'd be well advised to avoid confrontation of any kind.

So I should go to ground?

Literally.

Below grass.

(footsteps approaching) ROSS: Have we broken through yet?

I told 'em they should've used more powder.

Well, the colonel must bear with us.

We're a cautious lot 'ere.

So the job takes twice as long.

Come on, man, where's our derring-do?

(waves crashing, picks clinking) (birds chirping, explosion echoes in distance) (chuckles): Oh.

Ned and his fireworks.

Seem to have whet Master Ross's appetite for 'em.

Ned learned his trade building fortifications in America.

He knows what he's doing.

Hmm.

♪ ♪ DEMELZA: Rosina.

Oh, dear, poor Tommy, have you been fighting?

No, mistress.

I'm 'feared 'tis scurvy.

Dr. Enys warned me it might return.

Well, that won't do, will it?

Hmm?

ROSINA: Thank you, ma'am.

♪ ♪ (ore rattling) (speaks softly) See thee, Captain, my lad Arthur be 12 now, and more 'n fitty for work below grass.

And when he's 14, he shall have it.

Aye, but that's two year away.

How do you expect him to survive on children wage till then?

You know very well why I keep children above grass until they're 14.

They earn less in the short term, but in the long run more, because they live longer.

Now's when the living's needed.

My lad's weak with hunger.

And Demelza at this very moment is in Sawle, handing out supplies.

He don't want charity.

He wants man's work.

(miners talking in background) And if you'll not offer it, I know who will.

Come on, lad.

We'll ask Warleggan for work, yeah?

♪ ♪ Your mother would be most aggrieved to think of you neglecting your studies.

But I haven't.

Am I not correct, dear?

We certainly want no dunces here.

(chuckles softly, door opens) CARDY: Sir.

GEORGE: My dear, would you care to accompany me to Truro?

I have matters to attend to at the bank.

Ah, I think not.

Cardy, assist Sir George to his room.

He's unwell.

He is no such thing.

My dear, you tell him I'm perfectly fine?

CARY: Cardy, take his arm.

This is, this is outrageous!

Unhand me!

Elizabeth, tell them to unhand me!

♪ ♪ (Horace growls softly) Head of the Royal Cornwall Infirmary?

Well, Dr. Enys, it's no more than you deserve.

But more than I desire.

Note the timing-- hard on the heels of the Hadfield trial?

Yes, my love, but whether you like it or not, you are now a celebrity.

So you think I should accept?

Do you not?

And abandon my patients here?

Well, Horace believes your patients here take you very much for granted.

Horace knows that one of the few advantages of being a wealthy squire is my ability to treat patients without the need to charge excessively.

At least consider it.

I will consider it.

(Horace growls softly) (Horace barks) (Ned and Ross laughing) (Ned exhales) Sit down, leave it.

Take a seat.

(breathing deeply) Mr. Hanson!

Are you enjoying Cornwall?

ROSS: Two ales, please.

I'm here on business, so I have little time for pleasure.

Surely the two are not incompatible.

Depending on how one conducts one's business and what its aims might be.

Well, surely the aim of any business is to make a profit.

(quietly): Sit down.

(clears throat) Did you enjoy the pamphlet?

(chuckling) I found it a little one-sided.

Like the reports which accused its subject of treason?

Would you happen to know who's responsible?

I don't concern myself with other people's affairs.

Are you quite sure of that?

Ned, I think we're wanted elsewhere.

(newspaper rustles) (quietly): What portion of "avoid confrontation" was unclear to you?

Apologies.

I could not resist.

Besides, ask yourself, what really brings that man to Cornwall?

♪ ♪ Who's this?

Uh, Charlie and Jacob, my apprentices.

Good day to you, sirs.

(metal hissing in water) (quietly): Can we afford them?

(chuckles): No.

But they come every day, begging to learn, and I can't ask 'em to work for naught.

Better here than down the mine.

Don't I know it.

I went below at nine, and I'd never wish such a fate on any son of mine.

BOTH: Thank you.

Wedded bliss!

Are they not enough to recommend the state?

Not to me!

No disrespect, ma'am, but I value my freedom, little as it is.

Well, perhaps one day you'll meet a man who'll change your mind.

(chuckles): The man does not exist.

Have you been showing Miss Hanson the sights hereabouts?

We visited Hendrawna.

And the holy well?

Now, that we cannot miss.

You know I don't hold with religion.

This is not religion.

This is faith.

And magic.

I must go.

My father will be sending out a search for me.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Cecily, perhaps one more sight?

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (exhales) Nephew.

(breathing angrily) ♪ ♪ Where did you get that?

ELIZABETH: Oh, George, what are you doing?

How will that serve any of us?

It will serve me to be rid of that thief.

Put the pistol down, George.

ROSS: Compose yourself, George.

What have I stolen?

CARY: George... She was never yours to begin with.

Never.

CARY: George, it's me.

ROSS: I pity you.

CARY: Nephew, it's your uncle.

ROSS: There it is.

CARY: Listen to me.

I don't want your pity.

CARY: Nephew...

I want you in hell!

ROSS: That'll be the day.

Just put the pistol down.

You were always an atrocious shot.

CARY: It's me.

(gun fires, Cary yelps, falls) (breathing shakily) ♪ ♪ (exhales sharply) (footsteps approaching, door opens) Mr. Ralph Hanson to see you, sir.

Uncle... Sir George is not to leave this room.

Yes, sir.

Uncle... (footsteps retreating) (door opens, closes) RALPH: Did I hear a gunshot?

What?

Ah, yes, our gamekeeper.

(clears throat) (clears throat) You'll forgive me calling unannounced.

I'm in the district on business and wondered if we might resume our negotiations concerning our mutual interests in Honduras.

Oh, well, that might prove somewhat tricky.

Sir George has been called away to the North of England.

When does he return?

Ah, well, there's no definite day.

These things take time, as you well know.

Well, time is of the essence, if we're to purchase more slaves and harvest our new territories.

(thudding upstairs) (gasps softly) Young Valentine.

Clumsy child.

(thudding continues, people arguing) Boy's getting out of hand.

I must go and reprimand him.

Allow me to show you out.

SAM (voiceover): Folk ask, how can God love us when He let the harvest fail?

When mines close?

When children starve?

What more do the Lord require of us?

Patience.

Forbearance.

Fortitude.

Rum and gaff.

SAM: Jesus tells us, "As the Father loved me..." ROSINA: He've no gratitude.

Everyone do know Captain Poldark employs more than he needs and pays more than he can afford.

Yes.

But is it enough?

Perhaps once, but now?

There've never been such scarcity.

Could more be done?

I'd say so, mistress.

Unless rich folk be happy to see girls go sell themselves down Truro Quay.

Is that their only choice?

Reckon so, ma'am.

We ain't all lucky enough to sell our body to our master for the price of a wedding ring, mistress.

♪ ♪ MORWENNA: She'd no business to say that.

(chuckles softly) She's right.

I knew what I was doing when I went to Ross's room that night.

He was an honorable man, and I took advantage in his time of weakness.

KITTY: I, too.

14 nights, I... ...nursed my master through the fever.

On the 15th night, he asked me to his bed, and I went willingly.

Before you were his wife?

Mama, can I read to you?

Yes, if you like.

CLOWANCE: And me, Mama!

Can I?

I'm the best.

I'm better than Tommy.

He can't read a single word.

CLOWANCE: Why can't he, Mama?

I expect no one's taught him.

Why not?

Because they didn't think it mattered.

♪ ♪ ROSS: I admire your patience.

To who?

Your rebellious housemaid.

Not only does she try to burn the house down... She swears she did not.

But she resolutely declines to know her place.

And did I know my place, when first I came?

She's as unlike you as it's possible to be.

And yes, you did.

Except for that night when I came to your room.

I think if you had not, I'd have come out and fetched you.

(both laugh) Lord, Ross, what an urchin I was.

Mmm.

I was fond of that urchin.

(chuckling) Imagine if she'd've remained as she was, though, never learnt manners, to read, or write.

You could never have married her.

Because I cared if you could scrawl your own name?

I cared.

And now it seem to me that the true difference betwixt commons and gentry is simply that-- learning.

Because without it, no one can rise above their station.

I have an idea.

DEMELZA: We have nigh on 50 children working above grass at Wheal Grace.

But Captain Poldark has agreed to give 'em Saturday afternoon off-- with pay-- so they can learn reading and writing.

JACKA: Children don't need schooling.

They need feeding.

The Lord say, "Man do not live by bread alone."

Will learning house or clothe a body?

DEMELZA: Not yet.

But in the long run... Now!

Now is when we need it, not sometime next century!

(workers talking in background) JACKA: Daughter!

(thunder rumbling in distance) How do you like our Cornish climate?

Better than London's, I can assure you.

(spits) ♪ ♪ Let him be.

He's not worth your attention.

I applaud your forbearance.

Well, I do not.

Such affronts should not be tolerated.

Do you think to challenge him to a duel?

I think I might challenge the entire county.

(laughs) A gathering, to which the great and the good of the county will be summoned.

For the purpose?

Of broadening their narrow little minds.

(carriage rumbling, horse nickering) (duck quacking) (orchestra playing) (guests talking in background, laughing) PENROSE: The evidence is there, not mere prejudice or supposition, but scientifically ratified by men who are experts in the field.

The eminent Carl Linnaeus, do you know him?

DWIGHT: Lady Whitworth brought him.

Apparently they share some business interests.

PENROSE: Divides the human species into four distinct varieties.

At the top, naturally, is the Europaeus Albus.

Fair, white, blue-eyed, strong-minded, rational, discerning.

Genteel, inventive, noble, pure.

And at the bottom?

Oh, your Africanus Niger.

Small of brain, broad of skull... My dears, how delightful to see you.

Crafty, cunning.

Come and meet some of our guests.

PENROSE: And incapable of understanding anything other than brute force and simple instruction.

CAROLINE: May I present our friends, Colonel and Mrs. Despard?

Lady Whitworth.

Dr. Penrose.

KITTY Did I hear you correctly, sir?

I am cunning, witless, and in need of a beating?

(chuckles softly) Of course he speaks purely from a scientific perspective.

My dear Lady Whitworth, it's so comforting to feel superior, is it not?

Especially when we have science to back us up.

I can only apologize.

Caroline thought to invite all the local worthies, but forgive me, I, I should have checked.

Please.

Don't distress yourself.

Our paths need not cross.

I'm sure she'll be eager to avoid me.

(orchestra playing new piece) Ah, could it get any worse?

May I offer you a brandy?

LADY WHITWORTH: Mr. Warleggan.

Is Sir George with you?

He's been called away to the North on business.

I trust he's well-armed-- I hear it is quite barbaric.

Do you know Dr. Penrose, incumbent head of the Cornwall Infirmary?

I believe another candidate thrust himself forward.

But his eccentric views will count against him.

Views?

On lunacy, sir.

This individual espouses methods which go against all proven treatments.

Proven, you say?

May I speak with Your Ladyship?

Would you excuse me?

Might I consult with you, sir, on a private matter?

MORWENNA: Lady Whitworth, would you be so kind as to tell me how John Conan is?

I see no reason to account to you for the welfare of my grandson.

DRAKE: Begging your pardon, ma'am.

But as a mother, if ever 'ee felt a mother's love, or loss... (inhales sharply) What harm can it do to tell her what she longs to hear?

(inhales) John Conan is a somewhat sickly child.

He has two tutors, a fencing master, a riding instructor, and a personal physician.

He's being educated as befits a Whitworth-Godolphin, and I am confident he will surpass even the attainments of his eminent father.

Your Ladyship is very kind.

May I ask...

Does he ever speak of me?

Your name is never mentioned.

It is best for all concerned that both parties forget the other exists.

(stifles cry) PENROSE You may rely upon me, sir.

I am the soul of discretion.

CECILY: I wonder what business he's about now.

Hunting a suitable match for you?

Let's assist him.

What shall we look for in my future husband?

Obscene wealth?

A monstrous, grand estate?

An ancient family name?

Not forgetting utter stupidity.

For then he'll not notice that I have a brain, where he does not.

But then, how could you respect him?

I could not.

In which case, how could he expect me to be faithful?

Lord, what a terrifying creature you are.

(chuckles) (guests talking in background) (orchestra begins new piece) RALPH: Does your friend not find Cornwall chilly after the jungles of Honduras?

(breathing shakily) My friend has lived in England for some time, sir.

I think she's used to the climate.

She should make herself at home.

I believe her stay will be of some duration.

This is not my home, sir.

Nor my husband's.

Our home is the Bay, and we intend to return there with all possible speed.

RALPH: I find that strange.

Here, you almost pass as civilized, whereas there, you must always be reminded of your savage origins.

KITTY: My husband, before he freed me, bought me from a man named O'Hara.

O'Hara?

Your overseer.

My mother begged him to sell me.

Because she would not have you debauch me!

(guests gasping) ♪ ♪ (chuckles) (quietly): I was 12.

♪ ♪ (whispering): Is it not a slave's duty to perform as directed?

(breathing shakily) You should have been grateful for my notice.

(footsteps approaching) (guests murmuring) NED: As you should be grateful that the first I hear of this is in the house of my friends, whose hospitality I will not abuse by spilling your guts in full view of their guests.

Ned, Ned.

Our motto, Ned?

Allow me.

♪ ♪ (orchestra resumes playing) Now you see why he was known as Mad Ned in the Bay.

Known by whom?

His colleagues?

His workers?

I think not.

Nor his secretary, who's sadly no longer with us.

But of course, you knew that.

I?

I had no notion.

(sighs) Now, why do I doubt that?

Indeed, why do I think you had a hand in his demise?

I assure you, I know nothing of such.

Well, if you do not, who does?

Sir, you're standing on my foot.

Oh, I do beg your pardon.

How careless of me.

(groans, guests gasping) Ross!

Judas, what are you thinking?

Come away-- what's got into you?

This man had Bannantine killed.

SAM: Let me through, there's been an accident!

Accident!

Accident at Wheal Plenty!

(guests murmuring) A massive rockfall on the 30 level, blocked main shaft.

Up to 20 miners missing, some of 'em children.

If the main shaft's blocked, what means of escape have they?

None.

DEMELZA: Dear God!

Will the Warleggans attempt a rescue?

Has word been got to Sir George yet?

(retching, coughing) PENROSE: These will relieve the melancholic congestion of the brain.

(catching breath) Blistering will draw out the noxious humors.

Bleeding will expunge the mephitic matter rioting in the bloodstream.

And this decoction of lachryma papaveris will subdue the animal spirits which have seized the patient in their grip.

(George spits, knock at door) CARDY: From Wheal Plenty, sir.

♪ ♪ (coughs) (murmuring, crying) ♪ ♪ (Rosina weeping) Come to commiserate, 'ave 'ee?

My Arthur trapped below grass.

And you come to make excuses for the sins of thy ilk?

What ilk?

Wheal Plenty's none of ours.

Difference do it make?

What care any mine owner about his slaves?

About my Arthur?

Well, you should know, Jacka, since you worked for Ross long enough, and know he'd never ask you to do aught he wouldn't do himself.

All mine owners should be taught a lesson.

If they lost they mine, they'd soon lose they fancy living.

SAM: What'd that solve?

Would it not bring more misery?

Don't talk to me about misery till 'ee've lost a son.

(Rosina crying) Poor Arthur.

♪ ♪ That'll be all for now, Carter.

CARDY: Captain Poldark, sir.

What do you intend to do about Wheal Plenty?

Mine Captain Carter here has assessed the damage and regrets that any attempt to clear the main shaft will take at least three weeks.

Too late for any... survivors.

And the cost would be prohibitive.

In Sir George's absence, I have taken the decision to close the mine.

Permanently?

Permanently.

And the livelihoods of those who survived?

They may thank God they're still alive to seek employ elsewhere.

(door closes) ZACKY: This is the main shaft.

Here, I expect, is where the poor souls will have fallen.

This level peters out to the south.

Where did it lead before it petered out?

Comes out about here, by the caves, just off Tregunna Cove.

♪ ♪ Could we blast inwards?

Break through to the 30 level from here?

It'd take precision.

And we can't be sure exactly how far we'd be from the main shaft.

I've a fair idea.

And though it grieve me to say so, 'tis folly to even consider it.

Well, I say to hell with it.

Who's with me?

DEMELZA: Have you any notion of the risks involved?

Judas, Ross, 'tis not even our mine.

So the attempt must be a secret.

We've no right to interfere, and if the Warleggans get word, they will doubtless sue us for trespass.

And meanwhile, I'm supposed to look Morwenna and Caroline in the face and... pretend you've all gone fishing?

Excellent idea.

Ross, I despair of you!

My love, if it were Jeremy trapped below, would you not be begging me to bring him home?

Yes, I'd be begging you.

Just promise me you won't let Drake and Sam take any risks.

I intend to leave all the risk to Ned.

♪ ♪ (George screaming in distance) (George struggling, water sloshing) (screams, catches breath) For a man of Sir George's stubbornness, conventional treatments are of no effect.

A more robust approach is thus required.

♪ ♪ (George struggling) ♪ ♪ NED: Who knows these caves?

ZACKY: I-- nearest point to the tunnel's through here.

Do we go after 'em?

There's no point.

Just leave it to the colonel.

(knock at door) (chuckles softly) You'd like to see some books.

And perhaps a piece of cake?

(chuckles) Yeah?

NED: Fuse lit!

♪ ♪ Take cover!

(explosion echoes, rock rumbling) ♪ ♪ NED: Right, lads, no time to lose.

Follow me.

♪ ♪ (panting) Where's my Tommy?

I want him home!

He wants to learn to read.

I've lost one son to greedy mine-owners.

I won't lose another to high-faluting nonsense!

Jacka!

Until children are taught their letters, they'll have no choice but to risk their lives down the mine.

Is that what you want for your child?

Don't 'ee tell me what's best for my child!

Something's happening at Wheal Plenty.

Come on!

(people shouting) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ Wait, wait, wait, wait.

We must cross that first.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (rumbling) MAN: My boy-- help him.

ZACKY: Grieve me to say it, Ross, but this'll never reach 'em before the roof come down.

Let's not waste time chattering.

Clear the way!

(men shouting) ROSS: Ned!

Ned!

♪ ♪ (rumbling) (struggling) (groaning) ♪ ♪ (shouting in background) Ross, he knew the risks.

Stand aside.

Consider a moment!

(Ned struggles) (men shouting) ♪ ♪ Ross!

(Ross grunts) (Ross and Ned struggling, groaning) (catching breath) Next time you find me dying on the battlefield, walk on.

NED: I could've managed it myself, but I had to find some way to get you to cross.

♪ ♪ (rumbling) Make haste!

Are any alive?

ROSS: Yes.

NED: We need to find something to bridge the gap.

♪ ♪ (men shouting indistinctly) (rumbling, Ned gasps) ♪ ♪ (George screaming in another room) (door opens) (George groaning) I want to speak to Papa!

(paper rustling, Ursula crying) "Demand the mine owners take steps to effect a rescue"?

(groans): These people!

Rescue be damned.

♪ ♪ (man yelling) (panting) TESS: They alive?

DWIGHT: Some of them.

It's a miracle any survived.

TESS: Arthur?

ROSINA (crying): It's Jimmy Rogers.

♪ ♪ Billy Nanfan.

(miner groans and yells) NED: Keep them props steady.

(rumbling) NED: Come on, boy, we got you.

All right.

Pull there.

(Sam and boy struggling) (murmuring) ROSS: Send it back.

(crying) ♪ ♪ (panting) KITTY: Bring him here, lay him down.

It's Robby Kernow.

Fetch water!

You're safe now, child.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Make way.

KITTY: Are you in pain?

(Robby moans) Can you tell me where it hurts?

You're safe.

DWIGHT: Dead or alive?

Alive, I think.

♪ ♪ JACKA: Is it Arthur?

It is my Arthur?

Is he dead?

Tell me, is he dead?

He's breathing.

Oh.

♪ ♪ JACKA: Easy, son.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (Kitty exhales) (Ned catching breath) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (George groans weakly) CARY: This is inhuman.

PENROSE: As is the patient.

A lunatic, you see, has lost all reason, which is the essence of his humanity.

His unchained animality can only be mastered by discipline and brutalizing.

(George groaning weakly) I swear, I could sleep for a week.

Now, where's your backbone, man?

Kitty, Demelza.

Vittles and rum.

DEMELZA: Why not?

NED: Look at that, a roaring fire.

(Demelza chuckles) Forgive me if I don't share the general euphoria.

You mislike Ned?

Oh, on the contrary, I admire him.

I agree with everything he stands for, but...

But what happened today was an act of pure folly.

Yes, it turned out well, thanks to Ross, but it could have ended in utter catastrophe.

Will you say this to Ross?

He's not ready to hear it.

In America, Ned was a hero, or so I thought.

But I begin to view his brand of recklessness as more akin to madness.

(others laughing) ZACKY: That's what I told him.

CECILY: I wish I'd known, I would've helped.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: I'm glad you did not.

There was loss of life.

You think I've not seen death?

My mother nursed dying slaves.

Unbeknown to my father.

She sounds remarkable.

She was.

As is her daughter.

VALENTINE: Good afternoon... CECILY: What is that child doing out alone?

That's my brother.

(Valentine talking quietly) Valentine.

Geoffrey Charles.

♪ ♪ (clears throat) I come to offer congratulations.

14 souls saved at Wheal Plenty.

Oh, ah, um, well... Another master stroke.

And Cecily, being a sentimental soul, will warm to Sir George if she believes it was his idea.

Which... of course it was.

All right, now, pick a hand.

Not that one.

(people talking in background) Ah.

I hope you don't mind.

We found him in the village, unattended.

Valentine.

Morwenna.

(people talking in background) You must find it rather dull, being there by yourself.

Very dull.

Well... Jeremy, Clowance.

Come.

♪ ♪ Here's two friends you can play with.

JEREMY: Pleased to meet you.

VALENTINE: Pleased to meet you, too.

Good boy.

JEREMY: Ned's doing tricks.

(keys jingling) (lock turning) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door creaks, closes) ♪ ♪ (groaning weakly) ♪ ♪ (bird hooting) ♪ I'd a-hold a finger to my tongue ♪ ♪ I'd a-hold a finger waiting ♪ ♪ My heart is sore ♪ ♪ Until it joins in song ♪ ♪ With your heart mating.

♪ (laughs, spinet stops playing) (others applauding) ♪ ♪ (panting) (people laughing inside) ♪ ♪ (panting) (children laughing) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (laughs) ♪ ♪ Hmm.

(chuckling) ♪ ♪ (talking, laughing) ♪ ♪ (sound distorts) (George groans, panting) Why did you do that?

(both catching breath) I thought you were about to fall.

(breathing heavily) Would it matter?

(breathing heavily) I wonder, would you allow me to accompany you back to Trenwith?

(panting) ♪ ♪ (Cary exhales) ♪ ♪ (exhales) Would you excuse me a moment?

(door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ CARY: Lucy, away.

♪ ♪ (fire crackling) DWIGHT: May I ask how Sir George came by these injuries?

They're not injuries, sir.

They are the result of prescribed interventions for his condition.

Which is?

(Penrose chuckles) Call yourself an expert on mental conditions?

Sir George is quite clearly in the grip of animal spirits.

What other interventions has he suffered?

My nephew has been frozen, burnt, blistered, drowned, and shackled.

And you permit this?

My concern was to have my nephew cured as quickly as possible, and to keep his illness a secret.

Sir George is clearly suffering from the acute distress of losing a beloved wife.

He requires kindness and patience.

The only lunatic in this room is there.

♪ ♪ For the sake of your nephew, I beg you, dispense with this brute.

His methods will induce madness, not cure it.

♪ ♪ (sighs) (fire crackling) DEMELZA: Come on, you two, time for bed.

Ross.

Hmm?

The child needs to go home.

I'll take him.

JEREMY AND CLOWANCE: Good night, Papa.

I'll keep you company.

After all, Trenwith is my house.

And if George objects, I'll...

I'll come, too.

I'd like to see your monstrous, grand estate.

(animals hooting and howling) Well, I, uh, don't wish to keep you.

It's almost as if you were trying to get rid of me.

(Cary laughs, door opens) CARY: The very idea.

Look who brought me home.

Home?

From where?

Where have you been?

He was found wandering alone in Sawle village.

Did no one realize he was missing?

CECILY: Do you think she would have liked me?

I think she would have found you... (chuckling): Unruly?

Unladylike?

A little.

(chuckles softly) But she loved me.

And would have made it her business to love anyone I... admire.

Think highly of.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ ROSS (voiceover): Does George not care about the welfare of his son?

Sir George is away in the North of England.

VALENTINE: No, he isn't!

He's upstairs, I've seen him!

(footsteps approaching) GEOFFREY CHARLES: Good evening.

Papa!

(chuckles softly) I was not expecting... No.

I see that.

I must congratulate you, sir, on the daring rescue at Wheal Plenty.

Sir George has written, offering the use of our town house in Truro for the duration of your stay.

Well, that's very generous of him.

But Cecily and I will be traveling to Bristol, where I have business.

CECILY: Oh, must we?

Since Sir George is in such a benevolent mood, perhaps he'd care to fund his stepson's first year at military academy.

Oh, uh, well, I, uh...

Since he can well afford it.

To whom should the note be made payable?

♪ ♪ (fire crackling) ♪ ♪ Did Ross ever tell you of James Creek?

Where he got his scar?

He never mentions it.

Ned does.

The skirmishes they fought, the ambushes they plotted, how they egged each other on, how they came to think of themselves as invincible.

Do you wonder why it took me so long to come to you?

Do you think I didn't look for a less impetuous man to champion my husband?

But none stepped forth, so...

I took his offer gratefully.

So I know what it is you fear.

That apart, they can be restrained or reasoned with.

But set 'em together, and one of these days...

They'll bring the whole world down upon their heads.

(Demelza sighs) CARY: Consider this a loan.

ROSS: Convey our gratitude to Sir George.

(whip snapping, carriage rumbling) VALENTINE: Geoffrey Charles!

Will you come again, brother?

Gladly.

♪ ♪ May I visit you again?

If you like.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ Is it my fault Bannantine died?

If I'd never given out those pamphlets... My love, neither of us could have known what we were dealing with.

(exhales) Wickham...

When he bid you report on Ned, what matter of act did he mean?

Openly treasonable?

Or random acts, as might betray a reckless or unbiddable nature?

Such as happened today at the mine and Killewarren?

That in itself could not be construed as seditious.

But it does concern me how volatile and impetuous Ned is.

Whereas you are the soul of restraint.

(both chuckle) (kisses) But Wickham need not know.

If you do not tell him.

He'll not hear it from me.

But from someone else, he might.

♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time, on "Poldark"... DWIGHT: Sir George has taken refuge in a world of shadows.

NED: Do you suppose there are spies here?

ROSS: I think it's wise to assume they're everywhere.

DRAKE: Can a mother truly forget a son she birthed?

My father's chosen me a husband.

♪ ♪ I come to make an offer for Plenty.

Folly.

It's worth the risk.

Is your marriage?

LINNEY: "Poldark," next time, on "Masterpiece."

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