"Cannot a woman love two men?" "Cannot a man love two women?" "HE CRIES OUT Francis!" "Why the hell didn't you learn to swim?" "Francis sank his last six hundred pounds into Wheal Grace." "I want Elizabeth to have it back." "I could alleviate her poverty if I chose, but I choose to let her feel it." "Beware that man's pitchfork and his tail." "Are you not afeared?" "There's talk of an informer." "It could be anyone." "I'm not sure who to trust." "We could bring the cargo ashore and hide it." "A secret cache?" "I dislike it, Ross." "The proposal is to purchase your debt." "The person concerned regards it as a mark of faith." "Caroline must marry with my consent." "I am a gentleman, sir." "And she is an heiress!" "He scarcely knows I'm there!" "You think I no longer love you?" "So you are not to be rid of me, my love." "Will there be war, do you think?" "Inevitably." "One does not send an anointed king to the guillotine and expect no consequences." "People are nervous." "Well they might be." "Jacobin clubs close, folk dig out old weaponry in readiness." "For war or for free trading?" "Trencrom appears to be plotting his next run, our informants have being lying low so hopefully we'll catch 'em off guard." "SAWING" "Garrick!" "Go to!" "See 'em off!" "Nay, Mistress Poldark, we come at the behest of Mr Trencrom." "I know why 'ee come and who sent 'ee!" "Garrick, Garrick!" "What do you think?" "I reckon there's more tin in this than copper." "Well copper lodes do often peter out that way." "What happens further down?" "Is there more chance of copper at greater depth?" "Some would say our only chance." "What do you say?" "That she's been a grievous disappointment and never a sign o' the old Trevorgie lode whether we come at it from leisure or from Grace." "Yet Mark Daniel swore..." "Mark Daniel swore..." "HE SIGHS" "If I were you I'd not throw good money after bad." "Cap'n Henshawe reckons we've enough coal to last two weeks." "Three if we close the lower levels." "But our only hope is to go deeper?" "Then we go deeper." "Mr Trencrom do send his regrets..." "Mr Trencrom can keep his regrets and take his goods." "'Twas never the agreement to leave them laying there three weeks afore they're fetched!" "'Tis taking advantage." "Don't like folks taking advantage and neither do Ross." "Is it true?" "Your promissory note was paid?" "It seems we both have a mysterious benefactor." "Could it be the same?" "Who knows?" "I'm glad of it." "Though in some ways I regret the change." "Now I've no further interest in Grace, you no longer have reason to call." "I will always have reason to call... if you wish it?" "I wish it." "STREET CLAMOUR" "Those properties we spoke of - have they been acquired?" "The deal will shortly be concluded." "Unwin has his uses." "When will you demolish them?" "All in good time." "First we increase the rents..." "And the tenants will object." "Then we evict them, then we demolish, then we build." "The Warleggan bank!" "Morning." "Morning, Dwight" "Good day t'you, Jacka." "Is it?" "Surgeon!" "Welcome!" "'Ee couldn't have come on a better day." "You're in high spirits, sir." "Well so would 'ee be were 'ee in my shoes!" "Rosina's agreed to wed me!" "I hope you'll both be very happy." "Now how are you, Bettie?" "Will you open your mouth so I can look at your throat?" "'Ais, sir." "We have 'ee to thank." "So we have." "Rosina's lipsy leg cured, me and my consumptives." "And now earning fair from sailmaking." "So I see." "It certainly seems to afford you a good living." "Hard work do that, surgeon, as you did ought to know." "And when's the wedding to be?" "Banns called this Sunday." "Nothing to wait for now, is there?" "Your turn next, surgeon!" "We shan't trouble 'ee again." "Till the next drop?" "Be sure to make no commotion as you leave and bring the gaugers down upon us." "DOGS BARK" "Oh, my ivers!" "'Tis they, the gaugers." "Go!" "Go!" "DOG BARKS" "So do 'ee bring his fizzog home sometimes?" "I be on Trencrom's business!" "I be his man now!" "I'll give you such a lib sin!" "Hush yer clack, woman!" "I didn't come home to argeefy!" "No, to..." "Leave him, Prudie!" "Jud!" "That's enough!" "Ah!" "THEY SHOUT" "The noble art of Cornish wrestling." "You have a message for me?" "Aye." "Mark Daniel's been found." "Where?" "Cherbourg, he was." "Then with all this kick and sprawl, folk start to look him askance so he slips off to the Scillies." "Can a message be got to him?" "'Tis done already." "Mr Trencrom's ship, The One And All, sets sail for France tomorrow on a run." "Look in to St Mary's on his way to France," "Mark'll meet 'ee there, 'ee return the same way." "I don't like it, Ross." "You to be joining a smuggling' run." "There's no other way." "I must meet him." "I'll tell Mr Trencrom." "Aye, and when that's done, drag his sneavy carcass back here!" "No, 'tis too risky." "Nay, but..." "There is an informer about." "Last few runs, we've had no trouble, so Trencrom do reckon he's gone elsewhere." "Anyways 'tisn't I!" "Pick me liver, do 'ee think I be such a man?" "No, of course not." "Informers be sharp and witsy!" "Exactly." "I see I have a rival." ""From Rosina with love."" "Is that how all your patients address you or just those in receipt of miracles?" "Uncle Ray bids me to travel to London with him on the third, so we must escape on the second." "It will make my packing all the easier." "Instead of escaping with a bundle through the window," "I can have my trunks downstairs and safely stowed in the coach." "What is it?" "Do you not want to marry me?" "Oh, Caroline." "Marrying you openly would set a seal on my happiness, which I don't deserve but would gladly take." "Marrying you in secret, running away with you at night..." "Yes?" "It smacks of dishonesty, of the fortune hunter." "Which we both know you are not." "Why can we not go to your uncle?" "Tell him what we intend?" "Have I not explained?" "If we run away in secret, Uncle Ray will be furious." "And rightly so." "He'll denounce us in the strongest possible terms." "But only to himself." "In a year, he will calm down and then there will be nothing to prevent a reconciliation." "He will accept what cannot be changed?" "Exactly." "But a direct confrontation - "I will marry this man," ""with or without your blessing"" "I will be going expressly against his wishes." "He and I will argue, his pride will prevent him from backing down and I will never see him again." "I acknowledge the rationale but dislike the subterfuge." "Because you are too honourable." "Because my honour has been compromised before!" "You know this." "The girl I fell in love with, Keren Daniel, she too was a patient of mine and though her death was not at my hands, it is on my conscience." "That I understand, but..." "Also on my conscience is the fact that you are giving up your fortune for me." "In the first place, I am not." "I am just deferring it, and in the second, even if I were, it would be worth it... to be your wife." "Do you doubt me?" "Not your intent." "But you may find the reality less romantic than you imagine." "MUFFLED ARGUING" "Conjugal bliss." "A rare commodity." "Yes." "Are those plaguey scavengers here again?" "The Reverend and his family, yes." "In our house" "Once a week, aunt." "You know our obligation." "Along with repairs to the church, walls, bridges, alms for the poor..." "A fine trick - to bleed dry the foremost family of the district." "The once foremost family." "A pity their appetites show no such decline." "Where's Ross?" "Why does he not visit so often?" "Ross has his own affairs to attend to." "We can manage without him." "How long will you be gone?" "Two days?" "Depends on the weather." "The One And All will load goods in France and return to collect me." "I'll be taking Henshawe and Paul." "Mark'll be glad to see his brother and Henshawe knows Grace like the back of his hand." "He'll have questions for Mark, which might not occur to me." "Is this really our last chance?" "We have two weeks of coal left." "After that, the pumping engine stops and so does Grace." "Don't 'ee fret, maid." "Old Jud be on the case." "Well, that do make all the diff'rence." "Why did we not look for Mark sooner?" "All this time we could've had clear direction instead of guesswork." "And Grace could be in profit." "Maybe your luck's turning." "First your mystery benefactor, now the finding of Mark." "A change in our fortunes?" "I could certainly drink to that!" "Two angels in the sky." "That's a pretty picture, Hubert." "Did you colour it yourself?" "Yes." "HUBERT GIGGLES" "Give him ginger, oil of anise and clarified honey, that should settle his stomach." "Thank you." "And you, sir, are you in good health?" "Aye, sir." "Weary to the bone, up all ours of the day and night in pursuit of the free traders." "You take your duty to heart." "If I don't, who will?" "Tis a thankless task but I expect my patience to be rewarded and I reckon it is coming, you can be sure of that." "You will ride to Trenwith." "To what purpose?" "To alert the family to the latest events in France - the execution of the king, the expected response from London." "Warn Mistress Poldark of potential unrest." "Advise her to make secure her windows and doors." "But will this not frighten her?" "It may well." "Tell Mr Warleggan I'm grateful for his concern, but... ..had he no other suggestions to make?" "No assistance to offer?" "I think he felt it would be impertinent to interfere with your domestic arrangements, ma'am." "Of course." "That's most thoughtful of him." "Please convey my thanks." "I'll ask Tabb to secure all the locks and bolts." "Or better still, fetch me a pistol." "I could stop an intruder in his tracks." "I don't doubt it, Aunt." "With or without a firearm." "To Ross?" "I thought I might ask him to call and advise us." "I know you'd welcome that." "Of course!" "'Tis only my comfort that concerns him here." "Mr Ross ain't here but he'll see it on his return." "Bless 'ee child!" "THEY LAUGH" "KNOCKING" "Oh, what now?" "Is your master at home?" "SHE PLAYS SCALES" "Oh, Dwight!" "I don't mean to disturb you." "I called because Ross is usually home now." "He's away a few days." "Is it urgent?" "Not in the ordinary sense." "Why don't you ask Jinny to make some tea?" "I know that Ross won't mind me telling you this but he's gone with Trencrom's ship, dropping off at the Scilly Isles to meet Mark Daniel." "Then The One And All will pick up Ross and bring him home when they anchor off our cove for the drop." "It seems a lifetime since that night, when you stood between me and Mark." "He would've killed you." "And I'd have welcomed it." "I'd betrayed everyone and everything I held most dear." "But that's... that's the last thing I want to remember tonight." "I..." "I came to tell you I'm leaving." "To be with Caroline?" "How did you guess?" "And you..." "You're to marry?" "Oh, Dwight!" "But her uncle forbids it, so we must do it in secret." "We leave on Friday night." "Cannot you stay here?" "Not within her uncle's reach." "And besides, I owe it to Caroline to start afresh, in a new town, where my history with Keren is unknown." "Well, I'm happy for your sake, but for ours..." "You'll be sorely missed." "I want you to know - and to tell Ross - how much I owe to you both." "Leaving like this, it's..." "it's a great sorrow to me." "Marrying for love is not a time for grieving." "Worry about us and our ailments till Friday but then build your new life as if we'd never been." "Mark said he'll meet us at the Quayside Inn." "50 men?" "I'd hope to employ twice that before next year is out!" "If I could see all Grambler and Sawle employed..." "'T'would be a fine thing." "T'would indeed." "Here's to that." "And to Mark." "In him we trust." "To Mark." "Miss Penvenen." "I was passing and it struck me as remiss I have never paid a call." "And soon you'll be leaving for Bath." "Oh!" "Did Dwight say so?" "And here I am thinking that he might have changed his mind!" "Why would he?" "You know men." "So changeable." "Do you not find?" "I think Dr Enys is like as any to remain steadfast." "Is that your experience of husbands?" "I mean, generally to be relied upon?" "Some tea?" "Why not?" "SHE RINGS BELL" "And how fares Captain Poldark's mining venture?" "Is that also secure?" "Far from it!" "Oh, dear." "Well, I suppose one can't have everything." "I suppose one cannot." "Did Ross reply?" "He did not." "It's unlike him to be so remiss." "I wonder what could have detained him?" "# And he was reckon'd a preacher stout" "# A burning, shining light" "# The people all said what he has in head" "# Will surely turn out right" "# Oh!" "# The keenly lode, the keenly lode" "# Of bals the best, me boys" "♪ Oh, look at... ♪" "Brother!" "Oh, it's good to see 'ee!" "How are you?" "'Dear Dwight, I'm afraid There's been a complication." "'We have to meet tomorrow morning.'" "I never touch it now." "Keep guard on my tongue night and day." "You know why we wished to meet?" "Like 'ee said in yer letter." "'Bout what I saw down Grace that night." "Ever since, I been trying to think..." "'Ee don't remember, brother?" "Oh, I mind what I saw." "But where I see'd it..." "I was fair crazed that night." "Would a plan o' the workings help?" "Oh, it would, it would indeed." "Well, I, I went down here." "Go on." "I think there was water... and then I walked in the 30 level... ..sat down and thought to end it all by drowning..." "..then I got up and went bearing east across a plank, half-rotten..." "You gave her a headstone, like I asked?" "We gave her a headstone." ""Keren Daniel, wife of Mark, aged 22"." "Like you asked." "22." "Still a child." "That surgeon, Enys, I reckon 'twas he I shoulda killed." "Try to remember, Mark." "Where did you go next?" "Just above the gunnies, bearing right, there's an old pick down there, I took it up, began to cast around." "Fine bit of ground it looked..." "Where was it?" "Just here?" "I reckon." "I went on again, climbing all the while, there was an old air shaft..." "Here?" "'Twas all filled in." "I reckon I was barely 15 fathoms from grass." "From there, ye can turn three ways." "I turned east." "And you go down over broken ground where the lode's been worked, but only the bottom." "The backs is untouch'd." "There be fine quartzy rock and gossan." "'Twas too high for me to get at, but I'd wager there'd be a mint o' money in that place alone." "Just here?" "Just here." "And after that you came up?" "And after that I came up." "Thank you, Mark." "Thank 'ee." "'Twas when he mentioned quartz, I looked at ye, 'twas the first thing we'd found." "And it barely paid for the working." "Mm." "I blame myself." "Nay, Cap'n Ross..." "To pin everything on the ramblings of a man crazed with grief and rage?" "What was I thinking?" "It coulda been true." "At the outset, perhaps." "But experienced miners cannot work for months on end and not find whatever good ground is there." "It's the old story." "The drowning man and the straw." "I only wish..." "Yes?" "That there were some other way which did not require us to leave so furtively." "Or leave at all?" "What do you mean?" "Are you sure you don't regret more than the manner of our leaving?" "Ever since we decided to go, I've noticed a reluctance in you..." "Not at all!" "I love you." "What reluctance could I have?" "Yet I wonder, six months from now, will you not sometimes sigh for your Cornish life and your Cornish Rosinas?" "I may well." "They matter to me." "I cannot pretend to be indifferent to their fate." "But my mind is set." "So tonight, then?" "Tonight." "KNOCKING" "Enquire of Mistress Poldark if her safety measures are in place." "Urge her to be vigilant." "Word has reached me of some tinners who propose to claim their right under Stannary Law to enter private land." "Warn her to be on her guard." "Prospect for tin?" "On our land?" "These people are a law unto themselves, ma'am." "And Mr Warleggan fears they may be encouraged to rise up by the example of their French counterparts." "Once again, I thank Mr Warleggan for his concern." "If Mr Warleggan is so concerned, why does he not come here himself?" "The male of the species." "Inadequate at best." "Better to rely on one's own resources." "I'm away to Sawle to see if there's any news." "Keep Jeremy from his nap." "I want him sound asleep all through it." "May I speak with Ross?" "He's from home." "Did he not receive my note?" "Prudie?" "Do 'ee know of any note?" "Yes, mistress." "I do give it Mr Ross meself, into his very own hand." "Oh." "Then I expect he was too busy to reply." "Yes." "I expect he was." "Here you go." "I've got potatoes..." "Mistress Demelza!" "SHE GROANS" "Rosina!" "Is it your knee?" "'Tis like it be long before Dr Enys mend it, only now it is worse." "We should send for him." "I'll set Charlie to it." "Nay, he be sick, 'member?" "Dr Enys bid him keep to his bed." "I'll go." "You keep her warm and still." "I'll be back directly." "KNOCK ON DOOR" "Demelza!" "What brings you here?" "Rosina Hoblyn." "'Tis her knee, locked again." "Can you tend on her?" "I..." "I fear I cannot." "My plans have changed." "I'm due to leave with Caroline." "Tonight?" "But I..." "I thought..." "It was tomorrow, yes, but her uncle..." "No, no, you must go, um..." "I'll see to Rosina." "Maybe call Dr Choake." "Yes, that would be..." "No, wait..." "I cannot allow that." "She's my patient." "Caroline's expecting you." "I think, if I leave now, there will be time." "For the first time in my life, I feel old." "We're none of us as young as we were, Ross." "These last few years..." "Often I've known failure, but I always believed it was a temporary setback." "This time... 'Twas a brave venture." "Was it?" "I begin to think it was the height of my folly." "To throw away a profitable investment, and pour everything I had," "AND persuade Francis to do likewise, into a played-out mine that failed my father a quarter of a century back..." "HE SCOFFS" "I didn't just gamble with money," "I gambled with the happiness and security of my workers." "And most especially that of my wife and child." "What will 'ee do now?" "Learn my lesson." "Plough my fields, harvest my crops, cherish my family." "Live a quiet life." "There's a lot to be said for it." "My wife would agree with you." "Tell me what happened." "I turned it on the cobbles, sir, and it sudden go all tight." "We thought to send Charlie for you, but since he be sick," "Mistress Poldark did kindly go." "What's the matter with Charlie?" "Well, sir, you did ought to know that." "'Tis on account of 'ee telling him to stay abed that he's not helping with the run tonight." "SHE MOANS IN PAIN" "There, now." "What did you do?" "Can you stand?" "'Tis all mended?" "Oh, sir, I'm that grateful." "'Twas feared 'twas gone for good." "I think you should wear a bandage, at least until the tendons knit together." "And if it ever happens again..." "Why, sir, if it do, we'll just make her sit quiet till we call for 'ee again." "You'll take a dram?" "No, I..." "Thank you." "That's most kind." "What's this about Charlie?" "Did he tell you I said he must go to bed?" "Not I, but them as wanted his help with the run." "I don't understand." "Trencrom's ship's coming in tonight." "They sent round to tell him to be ready, but he said he's a fever, and surgeon say he must stay abed on account of his lungs." "I said no such thing." "Why would he tell such a stramming great tale?" "Your wedding's in a fortnight?" "Aye." "He'd be anxious about the risk, and about his health." "It's a thing any man would do." "I must leave you now." "Till you come again." "It's been my privilege to be able to help you all." "The informer." "Could it be Charlie?" "You must keep to your plan..." "No." "I can go to Charlie and still have time to get to Killewarren." "What will you do?" "In the first place, confirm our suspicions." "We may be mistaken." "But the drop's tonight." "What if there's an ambush?" "I'll come with you." "No." "You must not." "If you're seen out and about, and the ambush is set..." "Go home." "I'll to Charlie." "Then ride like the wind to Caroline." "SHE SIGHS" "Was that a yawn, Horace?" "I know, my pet." "We have a long journey tomorrow." "And Uncle Ray is looking weary." "Assure..." "Horace...that Uncle Ray, though undoubtedly ancient, still has enough stamina to complete his correspondence." "Is it important?" "Instructions to my steward, regarding the estate while we're... while we're away." "How odious I should find that!" "Well, all the more reason to marry you wisely, my dear." "When you come to inherit, you'll be grateful for a husband who takes such matters in hand." "DOOR OPENS" "Lottie, I've come to visit your father." "'Tis good of 'ee to call, sir." "Sit up." "I want to examine you." "Nay." "Sit up, man." "You say you have a fever." "Let me see what ails you." "Good evening to you, sir." "'Tis a fine night." "Aye." "Well, if you will not retire, then I must." "My eyes will not stay open." "Yep, I won't be long." "Goodnight, my dear." "Goodnight." "You have no fever." "Nay, sir." "Three hours gone, I was all of a shrim..." "Why the sham?" "An excuse to avoid your part in the tub-carrying?" "I swear, first it come on me like ice." "Next, I was sweating like a weed." "For two years, there's been an informer about." "Well, everyone know that." "Have they caught him?" "I rather think I have." "Well, that's a fine thing to say." "How do you afford these curtains?" "Those candlesticks?" "Out of sail-making?" "Or selling your friends?" "Get out!" "Now!" "And take your nasty suspicions with 'ee!" "It's you who should get out, Charlie, before your friends realise you've betrayed them." "Thee's the betrayer!" "Making eyes at Rosina, fingering her knee when you think no-one's looking." "What time is the run?" "I don't know." "Is there an ambush?" "I don't know!" "I think you DO know!" "Well, think what you like." "You've no proof I'm a traitor!" "I beg to differ." "Where did you get this book?" "I buyed it." "Where?" "Redruth." "This book belonged to Hubert Vercoe, the Customs Officer's son." "I saw it in his hands." "That proves naught!" "There are many such books." "But none like this." "With the angels' wings coloured red by Hubert himself!" "There was a soldier." "Save us!" "Where?" "By the long field." "And Ross'll walk straight into the ambush!" "What will 'ee do?" "You'll know when I've done it." "You go home, surgeon." "Forget what you see'd." "There's nothing you can do now." "Stay low." "Stay low." "Keep the candles burning, and don't let anyone enter." "Why, maid?" "What do 'ee intend?" "I'm going to try and get down to the cove and warn them, before the ship comes ashore." "There's the sign, Henge." "That's us." "Start loading up." "I must ask you to remain indoors this evening." "Trooper Wilkins will guard you." "Against what, may I ask?" "Do you suppose there to be an enemy about?" "Of sorts, ma'am." "We have word that the smugglers intend to use your cove tonight." "Where's your husband?" "He's in St Ives." "He'll be back tomorrow." "Would you like a glass of wine?" "Thank you, no." "I'm on duty." "And what is it that you want with my husband?" "What have we to do with this?" "Nothing, I hope." "But since it's your land," "I think you can hardly be as innocent as you look." "Why would you do it?" "Betray your own folk?" "What folk?" "Nobody did aught for me!" "Folks only look to theirselves in this life." "By selling their friends?" "!" "I done what I done!" "You don't have to like it, and 'ee don't be my judge!" ""My dearest uncle," ""for most of my life you have been both father and mother to me..."" "KNIFE BEING DRAWN" "Believe me, ma'am, for the favour of your goodwill," "I would pay a very high price." "But none which involves a neglect of duty." "And what should I do?" "Make no attempt to leave." "I can ill spare Wilkins, but you give me no choice." "Charlie!" "You mustn't risk coming ashore with us, Henge." "Stay aboard till she docks at St Ann's." "Gladly!" "Good luck." "Stay safe." "Take a seat, ma'am." "'Twill be a long night, and you'll not wish to tire yourself." "I'm sure I don't wish to be given orders in my own house!" "Well, wish't or no, 'tis my orders we go by, so you'll kindly oblige me by keeping where I can see you." "And what if we wish to get some sleep?" "I must ask you to do so here, ma'am, so I can keep an eye on you." "Captain." "Wait till everything's off the boat." "Take this." "Up there..." "Ted!" "Did you find your brother?" "We did." "Was he well?" "Did he have aught to tell?" "To tell?" "Yes." "Of any use?" "No." "Ross, what's that?" "Ambush." "Relaunch!" "Relaunch!" "Relaunch!" "Relaunch!" "Relaunch!" "Relaunch!" "Come on, boys." "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Come on!" "Get in!" "Push!" "Go!" "Get in!" "Push!" "Come on!" "Ross, let's go!" "I'm going to take my chances here!" "You'll never make it!" "Go!" "Row!" "Fire!" "Cut them off!" "GUNFIRE CONTINUES" "None of that, ma'am." "You know the Captain's orders." "I have a little boy upstairs!" "He'll be frightened!" "I must bring him down." "I can't allow that." "You make war on babies now?" "Get out of my way!" "Is there a baby?" "Of course there is!" "Very well." "But be quick about it." "You!" "DOG SNORES" "Demelza?" "Ross!" "Oh!" "I thought..." "We need to get to the house." "There's soldiers guarding it." "What?" "McNeil!" "Oh, damn it!" "Are you hurt?" "No, it's just a scratch." "MEN SHOUTING" "They're coming." "Soldiers?" "At this time of night?" "There must be some unrest." "Why does Ross not answer my notes?" "Has he no care for us at all?" "He has his own family to protect." "Then I must appeal for help elsewhere." "Go in through the kitchen." "I must get to the cache." "How?" "Through the side door." "I have a key." "Make haste." "Where've you been?" "Upstairs." "How did you get down?" "By the back stairs." "You never mentioned." "Well, I'm here, isn't that enough?" "KNOCKING" "He's in the library." "Where is Captain Poldark?" "In St Ives, I believe." "You believe wrong." "I saw him not ten minutes ago." "Has he come in here?" "No-one's been in but you, sir." "He's headed in this direction." "He'll be somewhere about." "How dare you come breaking in here?" "My husband will hear of it." "And shortly, I trust!" "You will give us permission to search the house?" "I certainly will not!" "You've searched the cellars?" "No contraband?" "I told you that Ross was in St Ives!" "I wish I believed you." "Search the outhouses, the stables." "I'll take the library." "The library, 'tis sometimes locked." "No doubt you have a key." "Over here." "Bring light!" "Here it is." "Just like he said." "Give me the pistol, man." "Guns at the ready?" "Vercoe... would you mind?" "More light!" "DOG SNUFFLES" "Are you shivering, my precious?" "Perhaps we should go inside before you catch a chill." "They let you go!" "Finally." "Now I must go to Caroline." "Pray God she'll understand." "Of course she will." "And Ross?" "There's no sign of him." "I cannot conceive where it would be." "Not in the cache, at any rate." "You won't forget us?" "Never." "Hee-yah!" "SHE SIGHS HEAVILY" "DOOR OPENS" "Where's your father?" "Where is he?" "Where's your father, child?" "Never fear, we won't hurt 'ee." "Numbers..." "He'll be counting his days when I lay my hands on him!" "'Twas Charlie... the informer?" "'Twas." "MAN:" "Right, let's get after him." "I have a letter for you, sir." ""Dear Dwight," ""I have left for London with my uncle." ""A move which cannot surprise you after the fiasco of last night." ""It is better this way." ""Ever since we agreed to elope, I have known of your struggle" ""between your infatuation for me and your real love." ""Your patients." ""Now, you need no longer worry, or give anything up." ""Except me, and that you have already done." ""So, farewell, Dwight." ""I shall never see you again." ""Your sincere friend," ""Caroline Penvenen."" "George!" "I've been worried out of my mind." "I haven't." "There was a smuggling incident." "The military were out in force." "Pity they've nothing better to do." "Though I'm told they had their eye on a bigger prize." "Your nephew." "Ross?" "!" "I'm not clear as to his precise involvement." "Merely that he was involved." "Stuff!" "It baffles me, why he considers himself above the law." "Exempt from the duty we law-abiding citizens pay on legally imported goods." "Piffle!" "Is it certain?" "As it stands." "He's disappeared, so... on the run from justice." "Oh, no doubt he'll live to fight and offend another day, but still... ..I pity anyone who must depend on such a man." "He must've made it to the library." "The table had moved, and the rug." "But if he'd no time to open the cache..." "Where could he be?" "Soldiers!" "So was he killed?" "Or did he do the job hisself?" "Reckon we'll never know." "HE GRUNTS" "Mistress Poldark was reassured?" "I believe so." "I wonder she does not remarry." "A husband could offer her more protection." "He could." "And he will." "His hand was all bloodied." "I can't stop thinking about it." "What...?" "What if it was worse than he thought?" "What if he's lying, bleeding to death somewhere?" "Hush, maid, don't think such a thing!" "FAINT SINGING" "# 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. ♪" "Ross!" "Well, well." "Here we are again." "What's that?" "Tin." "SHE CRIES" "Is there no-one else you can turn to?" "All I can say is I will never again be guilty of such recklessness!" "Now it is you who need care." "Let me provide it." "I hope you know what you're doing." "SHOUTING" ""My dear Ross," ""I know what I have to say will distress you."" "I must speak with Elizabeth." "Ross, you can't!" "Get out...of my way."