LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

These funds you embezzled... GEORGE: Ross Poldark's entire capital is lodged at Pascoe's Bank.

Reverend Whitworth.

LINNEY: Previously, on "Poldark": DRAKE: Why not keep me in the dark and let me wed that sweet girl?

Brother of yours'll pay for what he done.

Morwenna.

Please, leave me now and never come back.

DWIGHT: She's gone.

ROSS: Pain should not be avoided.

CAROLINE: But I have begun to weep, Ross.

ELIZABETH: Were we ever to be blessed with another child... ROSS: How long will we turn a blind eye... Have the honorable member for Truro call on me.

LINNEY: "Poldark."

Tonight, on "Masterpiece."

♪ ♪ (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ROSS (voiceover): Dearest Demelza, I feel your absence keenly, yet I rely upon your wonderful resourcefulness to keep the home fires ablaze till I return.

My dearest Ross, mind I don't blaze you, if ever you deign to come home again.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) Where shall we dine?

I regret I have a prior engagement.

Who dares take priority over me?

Prime Minister.

Captain Poldark.

I'm glad to hear your Poor Relief scheme succeeded in Cornwall.

And I've every sympathy for a bill to implement it across the nation.

But it will not be passed.

Why?

Because too many of our members deem it in their interest to keep the "small man" in his place.

Then I must ask myself why I became a member, if not to change that?

Your impulse is sound, and I believe its time will come.

And in the meantime?

Take care of those you can.

Help those who cannot help themselves.

(people talking in background) (men calling, gulls squawking) Forgive me, sir.

Where might I find Dr. Enys?

I've mislaid him these three weeks.

Forgive me.

I've been advising Dr. Behenna at the new infirmary.

It opens in a fortnight.

And between that and my patients... And trying not to think of Caroline?

Oh, Caroline will insist on invading my thoughts.

Though not, alas, my home.

(bell tolling) (door opens) Nat Pearce... has croaked.

How tragic.

Foolish, foolish old man!

(quietly): Is it true, Father?

He stole money from his clients' funds and gambled it away?

Not gambled.

Speculated.

Though some might say it's the same thing, since the money was lost.

Could you not have prevented him?

By the time I found out, the damage was done.

Pascoe's Bank stands guarantor for those funds, and I intend to honor them in full.

Can you?

We'll be somewhat pinched, but if no other strain is placed on our resources... Ah, there you are, wife.

Father-in-law.

Hmm.

Deuced glad I trusted him with none of my capital.

I hope you're keeping it safe, sir.

Rest assured, St. John, your entire marriage settlement remains untouched.

♪ ♪ (people laughing and talking, music playing) CAROLINE: "Help those who cannot help themselves"?

At least it's a mission.

Since you cannot bear to be without one.

Is that how you see me?

My dear, you must always be about some scheme or another.

When do you ever stand by and do nothing?

BOLLINGTON: Drink up, Poldark!

(laughing) (clapping) ROSS: He would hardly thank me for showing him up in front of his friends.

(laughing and clapping) (clapping continues) (gasps) (all exclaiming) Ooh.

Oh, shame on you, Poldark!

Kitty will be disappointed if you cannot stand to attention!

(laughing) (panting) A brace of Poldarks!

Quel embarras de richesses!

We were just leaving.

Deserting your post?

Is the pace too warm for your nephew?

On the contrary.

I think he found it rather dull.

(people laughing and clapping) GEORGE (voiceover): It comes to the notice of a well-wisher that you entrust your savings to Pascoe's Bank.

I must inform you it is on the verge of insolvency, owing to the criminal activities of Pascoe's accomplice, Nathaniel Pearce, who has been permitted to embezzle funds entrusted to him.

GEORGE: I therefore advise you to withdraw your deposits from Pascoe's Bank without delay.

We will continue this later.

(clears throat): Um... What was that letter?

Oh, business.

Pertaining to Ross?

Why would you think so?

You have a particular expression when you're conspiring against him.

(chuckles) I've seen it many times.

I can assure you, there was no mention of Ross in that letter.

Yet I wonder why you're so keen to protect him.

It is you I'm keen to protect, George.

From your own imaginings, which have injured us both in the past.

But on this occasion, I see it was my imagining, so forgive me.

(chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ Does Adderley not know who the boy's stepfather is?

Do you think he cares?

Still, I'm glad to see you're resolved not to interfere.

ROSS: Perhaps we all need a little distance from London.

(birds chirping) (children talking indistinctly) Yes!

Well done.

(talking softly) I thought 'ee should know, mistress, old Nat Pearce is dead.

Oh.

And?

Well, 'tis said he left his affairs in disarray-- talk of embezzlements and the like.

But Ross had no dealings with him.

Well, Pascoe's Bank did.

And now 'tis said there may a crash, and that Pascoe's be no longer a safe place to keep money.

Judas.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I come again to ask 'ee.

My answer's the same.

Thank 'ee kindly, but no.

But why?

There be no hope of resurrecting this.

So why not come and live with me in Sawle?

Because I'd not disrespect Rosina by showing my face there again.

I'm minded to start afresh, maybe 'list as a soldier or go to sea.

Morwenna's dead to me.

And I'll not injure Rosina more.

So I'll see what may be salvaged here, and then I'll be on my way.

(birds chirping) I thank you.

Leave me.

♪ ♪ (breathing unsteadily) (footsteps approaching) GEORGE: My dear, are you quite well?

You seem very pale.

I believe I may be sickening for something.

(chuckles) (kisses) You must look after yourself, my dear.

♪ ♪ (breathing unsteadily) My daughter-in-law had no business to send for you.

I cannot imagine what she has to complain of.

DWIGHT: I'll be happy to ascertain that, if I might see her alone?

She has no secrets from me.

Then doubtless she'll give you a full account once I've examined her.

Your note mentioned tremors?

Palpitations?

Nausea?

If you would furnish me more details, I could perhaps prescribe... Oblivion?

Can you supply that?

Yes.

But first I might ask what you wish to escape.

I might also tell you that I myself once wished for such a thing.

When I returned from France, with my senses numbed and my nerves frayed... And violated?

As I have been violated?

My husband, before he died...

I understand.

And I urge you to put all thoughts of him behind you.

Look to the future with hope.

I wish that were possible.

♪ ♪ ROSS (voiceover): Then there's only one thing you can do which would put a seal on George's trust which no one could dispute.

Give him another child.

That cannot alter what's gone before.

It could.

If there were some... confusion over the dates.

If it could seem to him another eight-month child.

Mama?

♪ ♪ PASCOE: There's not the slightest threat to the stability of the bank.

(men murmuring) Unless all of my old clients proceed as you wish to do, and suddenly withdraw, in full, deposits which have lain with us for years.

(door opens) Mistress Poldark, what a pleasure.

A glass of port?

Thank you, no, sir.

'Tis the end of the month, and as you know, our usual custom... Is to draw money for wages.

Of course.

500?

I will instruct my clerk.

But sir, I bethink if you're in such trouble... You wish to safeguard yourself by taking more.

I quite understand.

Captain Poldark has over 3,000 pounds to his credit.

But I'd esteem it a favor if you'd not take it all at once.

In a week, I hope, we will have weathered the storm.

♪ ♪ DEMELZA: It's the end of the month, and I went to draw money to pay our wages, but...

I found I could not.

You mean, Pascoe's could not pay you?

No, I mean, I could not withdraw it.

If I do, it will encourage others to do the same, and Pascoe has been Ross's friend these 20 years.

Surely now is the time to put money in, not draw it out.

♪ ♪ Your concern was not needed, Uncle.

Everyone in London has their little amours.

Everyone gambles and drinks to excess.

On their stepfather's money?

(sighs): Why could you not have been my stepfather?

ROSS: I could never fund your education-- or your escapades!

I suggest you retain George's favor.

Believe me, it's the only reason I tolerate him.

(both chuckling) 'Tis not... only advice I seek, my lord, but... a loan.

2,000 pounds, to meet our wages.

How many men do you employ?

Um...

I can't rightly remember.

From conversations with your husband, I would guess that 800 pounds would more than cover your needs.

May I offer you a word of advice?

Loyalty is admirable, but it's unwise to be governed by sentiment.

This money is for you and your mine.

Not to prop up a shaky bank in Truro.

(blowing) No, my lord.

I'm that grateful, my lord.

(clamoring) Excuse me, sirs, where must I go to pay money in?

PRUDIE: Pardon me, sirs?

Pray excuse me, sir.

I have money to pay in.

Which way must I go?

DEMELZA: Good day, Mr. Martin.

You're not here to withdraw funds?

No, ma'am, deposit, as I've done every month these 20 years.

And I, sir-- 30 years!

And have no reason to stop now.

I be new to these parts.

And have been recommended?

Oh, yeah, and have been recommended to this bank on account of it bein'... um...

Safer 'n Bodmin Jail!

For once in, there's no gettin' out.

And truly I declare, I'd trust Pascoe's with my life!

(crowd murmuring) ♪ ♪ (seagulls calling) I was only thinkin' of... What?

That I'm so marred and dainty, I can't abide to look at 'ee now?

Or hear folks gossip?

"Poor Rosina, twice let down, and maybe now she'll never wed." There be no words too wicked for the wrong that I did 'ee.

Hush yer creening!

'Tis I was jilted, not thee.

And if I can stay and bear it, so can 'ee.

♪ ♪ GEORGE (voiceover): So Pascoe is clinging on.

But are we to be thwarted by a scullery maid?

I think not.

(chuckles) GEORGE: My dear St. John, how good of you to respond so promptly to our note...

Concerning your outstanding loans with us.

Which of course you're happy to renew?

The season's been damned expensive.

And, as cousin to the honorable member for Truro, I must look the part if I'm to benefit from the association.

Cousin, to Ross Poldark?

Did we know that?

Not wanting to be a killjoy, but capital's scarce.

Our bank lately financed several schemes which ran into difficulties.

GEORGE: Not unlike those which ruined Nat Pearce.

So, regrettably, we find ourselves obliged to call in a number of our short-term loans.

Including yours.

What?

Gentlemen, this is a poor jest.

But... but that's outrageous.

You surely recall how I chose to retain you as my bankers even though my wife, Joan, urged me to bank with her father.

And this is how you repay me?

And you'll recall your wife's dowry, a considerable sum, still resides at her father's bank.

I suggest you call upon it now.

I believe it will almost cover your debts.

Hmm.

Preposterous!

Disgraceful!

GEORGE: I should add that this unfortunate situation is temporary.

Within three months, we expect the crisis to pass.

Should you then apply to us for credit... Oh, oh, I see.

A mere three months?

GEORGE: Though I beg you not to mention our present difficulties, for fear it should frighten our investors.

Of course.

You can rely on my discretion.

♪ ♪ (door closes) (chuckling) ♪ ♪ (wagon clattering) (grunting) Never learn, do ye?

Brother Tom did say 'ee were a stubborn little tacker.

My brother do wish for no trouble.

And yet... it do always seem to find 'im.

Ignore him.

Come on.

♪ ♪ Mama!

My darling!

ROSS: The prodigal returns.

Is that me or you?

Will you take some refreshment?

I assume George isn't home?

(both chuckling) Thank you for taking him under your wing.

And for bringing him home.

I was glad to do it.

CARY: I've been informed by the chief clerk at Pascoe's Bank they've closed their doors.

No one can withdraw money.

Which means for Ross, his entire life savings.

Elizabeth should hear it from me.

Hmm.

♪ ♪ DWIGHT: I'll be at the infirmary till late.

Tell Bone I'll take supper in my room.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Enys.

There's a terrible shortage of good physicians in London.

I was obliged to come to Cornwall to find one.

And do you have an appointment?

I'm afraid not.

Do you think you might fit me in?

♪ ♪ (driver urging horses) ROSS (voiceover): To our friendship.

ELIZABETH (voiceover): Yes.

Though I doubt George would approve of my visit.

Will you tell him?

Of course.

(chuckles) You know him, Ross.

He will never be rid of his doubts, so why would I provoke them further?

Why, even now...

Yes?

I suspect him of being about some scheme or other.

Against me?

Never!

It's his way.

I've grown used to it.

I'm content.

Truly?

Yes.

Truly.

♪ ♪ VALENTINE: Mama!

Valentine, my love, is it not time for your supper?

Where's Bessie?

Happy to make your acquaintance, sir.

(footsteps approaching) ELIZABETH: Bessie, will you take him?

Wait, Bessie.

(steps) ♪ ♪ (horses trotting) A fine boy.

Yes.

Did you ever think further of that conversation we had at Sawle Church?

Yes.

I'm very mindful of it.

Well, if you see me in Truro, feel at liberty to ignore me.

I shall.

(exhales) (coachman urges horses) (whip cracks) ♪ ♪ (carriage door closes) Who was that?

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Mama.

An unexpected visitor.

Look who's come to stay.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) CAROLINE: Can you forgive me?

For leaving you?

It was what you needed.

So there is nothing to forgive.

How was London?

Thrilling, diverting, brutal, cold.

One fears for the young there.

You told me, when Sarah died, that you were never meant to be a mother.

Do you think so still?

I see I must be on my guard, Dr. Enys.

You seem determined to prove I have feelings after all.

DEMELZA: We have no savings, no wages, we owe Falmouth 800 pounds.

'Ee did all 'ee could, maid.

It wasn't enough.

I could kick myself.

Judas, I'm an idiot!

Oh, I doubt that.

Ross!

Oh, Jeremy.

Papa.

Good boy.

Let me look at you.

A little thinner, perhaps, but no idiot, as far as I can tell.

Oh, Ross, if only you knew.

Perhaps I do.

Pascoe's Bank?

I met with Zacky.

He told me of your valiant efforts.

Which all came to naught.

PURDIE: Pascoe's is ruined anyway.

DEMELZA: Did I do right or wrong, Ross?

I have to know.

There was a choice to make, and... What?

You are worth all Westminster.

♪ ♪ (stopping bottle) PASCOE: My dear Ross, it's been a miserable business.

Yeah, and I agree-- if more of my friends had been on hand, we might have weathered the storm.

But...

The Bassets' bank have agreed to take over all my accounts and liabilities.

Why can't the bank be reconstituted as before?

With what capital?

A bank must have capital before it can start lending.

That is the basis of credit.

Yes, but there's not a bank in England who can meet all of its creditors at the same time, but there's no need-- the creditors have sufficient faith in them.

What has caused yours to waiver?

The very question I asked myself.

Till somebody showed me this.

Anonymous, of course.

Yet I think we may guess the author.

"A well-wisher."

Of course, there's no absolute proof, but... 'tis done now.

And on a more cheerful note, I shan't be entirely redundant.

I've been offered the post of chief clerk at Basset, Rogers, & Co.

The salary is not to be sneezed at.

No, it's to be spat at!

Truly, Harris, if I cannot do better for you than that!

Do not attempt it.

This final maneuver of the Warleggans-- calling in St. John's loan, just as we hoped we were safe-- it was masterly.

And it will strengthen, not blacken their reputation.

For who will dare challenge a family who have the power to bring down a bank?

(fire crackling) (Ross urging horse) ♪ ♪ Thank you very much for meeting me this morning.

(talking softly) (talking softly) ♪ ♪ Much appreciated-- thank you, sir.

♪ ♪ DEMELZA: Supper's hot.

I'm not hungry.

Just weary.

Of arguing, riding.

Persuading.

Did you persuade?

There's sympathy for Pascoe, but no offers of capital to restart the bank.

And we still have the problem of how to pay our men.

What's your opinion?

Mine?

We're partners, are we not?

Oh.

Well, as your partner, I think... first, you should tend to your stomach, and then... Maybe tomorrow you could beg Dwight and Caroline for a loan to pay our wages.

And maybe see if Sir Francis has aught to suggest?

My thoughts entirely.

(man shouting indistinctly) Mistress.

Zacky, um... Captain Ross and I do wish to thank all our workers for their patience in bearing with us till we can pay wages.

'Tis well thought on, mistress.

In return they'll get a half-day off and an extra sixpence besides.

'Twill be much appreciated.

And tonight we invite all to Nampara, where we'll have a bonfire and a barrel of ale and stargazy pie!

Bless 'ee.

(chuckles) BASSET: It is unfortunate, yes, and I too was away when Pascoe's collapsed.

But in truth, Captain, the days of the small bank are done.

So under the circumstances.

The circumstances generated by this?

Sent to 50 of Pascoe's most prominent clients.

This is monstrous.

I've spoken with many of them.

And most are willing to allow their accounts to remain in Pascoe's hands and see him trade again.

Which is all well and good, but who will finance him?

Could Basset's not provide?

A loan?

It would take him years to repay.

No, I'm sorry, but the amalgamation which is in process seems to me the only practical solution.

Why not a new concern?

"Bassets, Rogers, Pascoe & Co." It would gain all Pascoe's clients, including myself.

Out of the question.

Pascoe's name would bring with it an air of failure and misjudgment.

Surely his only misjudgment was to ever cross swords with the Warleggans?

Are we not agreed, every time the Warleggans triumph over the smaller man, it makes the next small man less likely to stand up to them?

It would be a mistake, Captain, to press too hard from a position of weakness.

Well, then I appeal to your generosity and your sense of fair play.

He threw you out?

I left before he could.

I could've told you not to press him.

You know he dislikes to be maneuvered.

And you are the expert on how to direct him?

Did I not persuade him to make friends with Falmouth?

Perhaps you should negotiate with him next time.

Will there be a next time?

What was it the prime minister said?

"See for those you can"?

Then that's what we must do.

(fiddle playing, men cheering, laughing) (music ends) (cheers and applause) Well, there, Ross.

Ye've been generous with us...

So we've a little gift in return.

(murmuring) (cheering excitedly) ♪ ♪ (laughing) You're all right.

Yes, you may well venture again.

And, I suspicion, be kindly received.

But would 'ee not venture one last time with Morwenna?

♪ ♪ (fireworks popping) CAROLINE: Are you not glad to have your husband home?

In London, he's exemplary.

Despite profuse temptation and provocation.

You don't believe me?

Yes, only... London's so far away, and we're much of the year apart.

Sometimes I wonder, do Ross prefer it that way?

He in London, I in Cornwall.

Do the distance leave him... "unencumbered," is that the word?

Then go to London with him.

He haven't asked me.

Nor will he.

He likes me here, to tend to his affairs.

It's as if we're in harness and work alongside each other, but 300 miles apart.

(bell tolling, people talking in background) DEMELZA: In spite of George's efforts to grind poor folk down, the new infirmary's a grand thing, is it not?

It will make a difference.

I must congratulate George when I see him.

Ross, do not!

For my sake, go not even near him.

As you wish.

HALSE (voiceover): May I welcome you, one and all, to our ceremony of dedication.

It is beyond the power of language to describe a more afflicting scene of human misery as so often presents itself in the wretched hand of some indigent creature who lies languishing on the hard and greasy pallet of sickness, dragging out his wearisome life, either wasted by slow and intermittent fevers or wracked by excruciating pains.

(whispering): Compose yourself, Morwenna.

You are a Whitworth!

HALSE: It is for the comfort, succor, solace, and salvation of such wretched creatures that we of nobler impulse and finer feelings have united in our generosity, our compassion... CARY: The renegade returns.

HALSE: ...our beneficence... Too late to save his spaniel.

HALSE: ...and have today thrown open the doors of the new Cornwall General Infirmary.

For now abideth faith, hope, and charity.

But the greatest of them all is charity.

ROSS (voiceover): Charity?

Why not hope?

All these benevolent, well-meaning folk, keen to alleviate distress, but how many people care about preventing it?

Not just to give money to the poor, but create conditions in which the poor can earn money for themselves.

Is that a ludicrous notion?

You mistake the impulse, my friend.

People give because it soothes their conscience and bolsters their reputation.

Few here are interested in genuine empowerment for the poor.

(scoffs) Well played, George.

Use my cousin to bring down my bank and lose me my savings.

Masterful.

Captain.

Bad sign.

Basset has no good news for me.

You always knew it was unlikely.

(stammers) Mr. Pascoe.

I was sorry to hear of your bank's demise.

Where must I go now for investment advice?

To Basset, Rogers & Co., where I've been so fortunate as to secure a position as chief clerk.

HALSE: Do I hear you've returned to Parliament, sir?

I represent the borough of St. Michael.

Ah, in whose name?

My own.

I meant in whose interest?

Falmouth's?

Basset's?

I need no patron now, sir.

I own the borough.

And you, Captain Poldark.

How have you found Westminster?

I think I've learned a little.

Yawned a little.

(chuckles) I thought I was of use, and then I...

I thought again.

Do you find it corrupt?

What is not?

Is there much to choose in between politics and other forms of power?

Westminster has everything, the highest ideals to the lowest.

Just the same as this town.

HALSE: In what regard?

Ross... Take, for instance, the bank failure which occurred.

Was it caused by improvidence on the bank's part?

No.

It was induced from outside by corrupt power, corruptly deployed.

HALSE: I have been away and have not the benefit of common knowledge.

To whom do you refer?

Ross.

If you do not know these names, ask any of the traders of this town-- anyone will tell you.

Unless of course they're afraid that lying, anonymous letters will be circulated about them, too.

Dear me, Ross.

This seems rather like a storm in a teacup.

Trying to find scapegoats for a perfectly normal business failure.

I applaud your loyalty to a friend, but as is often the case with you, it has blinded you to the facts.

Come away, Ross.

And the facts are these.

Harris Pascoe was a foolish old man who allowed Nat Pearce to embezzle large sums of money that were entrusted to his care.

You lie!

DWIGHT: Ross, enough.

Come away, come away.

This is disgraceful.

I will have you expelled from Parliament!

Will you, George?

And how will you manage that?

PASCOE: Good gracious-- Mrs. Warleggan!

Dwight?

Help her!

Please let me through.

GEORGE: My carriage!

Call for my carriage!

(murmuring) ♪ ♪ Were you feeling unwell prior to fainting?

No, not at all.

But it was so warm in the hall and very little air.

Of course.

Um, forgive me, if I may be so bold.

Is there a possibility that you might be with child?

I... no.

I don't believe so.

(clock pendulum ticking) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ You cannot be seen here.

Lady Whitworth will call the constables.

I mean no harm.

'Ee must know that I did give up all hope of 'ee.

But Sam say I should come again... And tell 'ee...

I love 'ee still.

And so I ask one final time: Will 'ee not take me?

'Tis no sin to love me.

Can 'ee not see that there be hope?

I did think so once.

But now...

Please go.

And never return.

I'm with child.

♪ ♪ (door opens and closes) (fire crackling) (chuckling) Oh, Lord, how you vex me, Ross.

Must you always rise to George's bait?

Why did you not prevent me?

Am I my husband's keeper?

That is your task, is it not?

To be the better part of me?

(chuckles, inhales) Oh, I only wish we'd achieved more on Pascoe's behalf.

He deserves more than to be a humble clerk.

(door opens) This come for Mister Ross.

♪ ♪ Dr. Enys?

My love?

You know I am a hard creature.

And as we've established, I have no heart.

And it's been weeks since I returned from London.

And... already you grow restless?

You wonder when you can decently return?

(closes book) I've observed it, my love.

It's not in your nature to be starved of company.

Now I know myself better, I realize I am a creature that needs variety.

London as well as Cornwall.

This time, I want my husband with me.

♪ ♪ If only to prove to your friends he exists?

Am I so obvious?

Only to me.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (door opens) Forgive me.

I know you dislike Dr. Choake... You've not summoned him?

My dear, I had no choice.

This nausea has not abated for a week.

I cannot bear to see you suffer.

(inhales, exhales) BASSET (voiceover): Gentlemen.

I call to order this meeting of the banking partners.

And before we begin, I must extend a welcome to our newest partner, Harris Pascoe.

You will all note a last-minute addition to our number.

Some of you may query this.

The name in question brings no money-- never will, not being the type to accumulate.

But he's making quite the name for himself both here and in the capital.

So I think he is an asset in himself.

♪ ♪ Captain Poldark, I am delighted you could join us.

ROSS: No one was more surprised than I. DEMELZA: Lord, what a personage you be these days.

Everyone'd wish to join their name to yours.

Perhaps soon you'll be too grand to talk to me.

Only a matter of time.

Yet truly, Ross, as a banker and an MP, will not all manner of inducements come your way?

I should hope so.

But you'll remain immune.

Will I?

I know you.

In which case, perhaps I'd better decline that very generous offer which was made to me earlier today.

Which?

The use of a luxurious carriage to take me to London.

Along with my wife.

What?

You wish me to decline?

You wish me to come to London with you?

(chuckling) (laughing) (seagulls squawking) DEMELZA: Oh, should I be going?

DWIGHT: Naturally you're anxious.

But sometimes there are matters that may only be attended to when husband and wife are together.

Am I right, Dr. Enys?

Always, my love.

ROSS: It's only a month.

I cannot believe we must ride away and forget 'em.

ROSS: Rest assured, in 20 years' time, they'll ride away and forget us.

Don't say that!

(exhales) (carriage door closes) Say goodbye.

(carriage door closes) That's it, look at them.

(whip cracks) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (footsteps approaching) Dr. Choake prescribed several powders to be taken thrice daily for a fortnight.

He also recommends purging, bleeding, blistering... No.

My dear?

That will not be necessary.

Dr. Choake is mistook.

I'm not ill.

I'm with child.

My dear...

But, but this is wonderful news!

I, oh, I cannot tell you how overjoyed... No, but, but you must, you must rest.

You must allow me to take charge of all your needs and wishes.

When, when may we expect...?

I think... December?

Or thereabouts.

(quietly): December... Well, we will... We will take a house in Mayfair.

We might even have the child in London.

And, and let us hope for a girl this time.

Would that not be delightful?

Oh, my dear.

Ah, Uncle, we have good news.

And I have bad.

Basset's bank incorporated Pascoe's to form the Cornish Bank.

Among the partners listed in the new enterprise is Ross Poldark.

(footsteps retreating) No matter.

♪ ♪ Oh, Judas, Ross.

Why didn't you wake me?

How did I get like this?

You fell asleep fully clothed.

I put you to bed.

And failed to furnish me a nightgown?

(chuckles): Did you need one?

I need one now.

Go and fetch it.

(Demelza laughs) A gentleman would fetch it for me.

That depends on the gentleman.

'Tis too bright, Ross.

One don't look becoming in daylight.

I disagree.

Are you going to hand it me or not?

Not.

(laughs) (razor scraping) (shrieks) No, you can't have me!

Oh, yes, I can.

You're my prisoner.

My present.

To be unwrapped at leisure.

(knock at door) MAID: Sir?

Mrs. Parkins says breakfast is served.

Tell Mrs. Parkins we shall be down in an hour.

Or two.

I thought you liked me best in Cornwall?

A Demelza in Cornwall is a wondrous thing.

But a Demelza in London is even better.

♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time, on "Masterpiece."

DEMELZA: No wonder you stay so long in London.

Life's all pleasure.

Dr. Behenna has arranged for you to go to an asylum.

Morwenna!

Forgive me.

I shall wait upon you-- when will your husband be out?

DEMELZA: Why did I come?

Ross and I were happy.

DWIGHT: The man's a renowned duelist, he's killed five men.

LINNEY: "Poldark."

Next time, on "Masterpiece."

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