LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

I applaud your desire for a speedy return to the House.

LINNEY: Previously on "Poldark."

You wish to acquire a borough.

I have indulged in a little idle speculation.

The old fool has squandered funds.

Deposited where?

Pascoe's Bank?

ROSS: I propose to put a team to link up to the old Wheal Maiden workings.

DWIGHT: Miss Sarah Caroline.

CAROLINE: I hope she won't grow up to be a spoiled brat.

ROSS: All these months, you've had nothing from me except doubts and mistrust.

You deserve better.

LINNEY: "Poldark," You deserve better.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JEREMY: Catch me, Uncle Sam!

DEMELZA: Get him, get him!

(laughing) Get me!

(groans) Jeremy, Jeremy!

(laughter, talking continues) ♪ ♪ CAROLINE: Dr. Enys, is this creature not provoking?

Forcing me to sit out of the game?

Boring me to tears with her endless smiles?

Most provoking.

I live for the day the little beast runs away.

I tell her I shan't miss her at all.

♪ ♪ DEMELZA: Do they have such sport at Westminster?

Oh.

If only those games were as innocent.

But is that not how Parliament works?

And are you now not au fait with it all?

I wish I knew what I'd actually achieved.

Here, at least I can sleep at night knowing I've been of use.

Sometimes I wonder why I went there in the first place.

Then I'm reminded.

To fight George?

No.

Just everything he represents.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) This is a guinea, this a crown, and this a sixpence.

Which do we prefer?

The... crown?

(clicks tongue): Let's see.

That's a crown.

That's a guinea.

What does that tell you?

Gold is best.

(footsteps approaching) Good boy.

Have we any left?

After your expenditure on boroughs?

Three-quarters of St. Michael.

The Scawen family owns the remaining portion and have yet to be persuaded to part with it.

There you are.

Your uncle thinks the bid extravagant.

Oh, he would-- he's a blacksmith's son.

And I a blacksmith's grandson.

And had thought my lack of pedigree well-buried till two members of the ruling elite saw fit to close ranks against me.

Basset and Falmouth?

I doubt that was their reason.

What else would it be?

Well, I did hear... You did hear...?

As I understand it, Demelza spoke to each in turn, and encouraged them to end their feud.

(clicks tongue, exhales) So... thanks... to the intervention of that impudent kitchen trull, I must now spend a fortune in order to regain my rightful place in Parliament.

♪ ♪ (fussing) ♪ ♪ (cooing) ♪ ♪ Be not in haste to leave us, little one.

(fussing) Stay a while longer.

♪ ♪ (fire crackling) Do you think we'll ever truly mend?

Have we not mended?

A little.

'Tis like bone, Ross.

Once it's broken, darest we lean on it again?

Surely we have peace now?

Yes.

I'm just afeared that... One little storm will scat us all to midgens.

Then we must take care... ...to avoid the thunder.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ Captures something of him, does it not?

Though I sometimes think there were few who truly knew him.

Dr. Enys perhaps?

Your wife?

Hm.

First term in Parliament?

Period of learning.

How the land lies, who to mind, who to ignore, who not to ignore.

Now, I've not attempted to influence your voting, but when you return, there will be instances where your vote will be appreciated.

Small matters of local importance.

A building scheme here, a new road there.

Nothing too onerous.

Do I make myself plain?

♪ ♪ (horse whinnies) WHITWORTH: Hear now the comfortable words of St. John: Speak ye the truth and the truth shall set you free.

So...

These people whose funds you embezzled?

The Auketts, Trevanions, Noakes Peto.

(voiceover): Robert Ansell.

William Coath.

WHITWORTH (voiceover): And all secured at Pascoe's Bank?

Heaven forgive me.

Now, if Nat Pearce could oblige us further and kindly bite the dust...

So we may hasten the demise of Pascoe's Bank?

And with it, the Poldark nest egg.

Do we know its present worth?

Ah, not yet.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (quietly): The other day... at the beach... you seemed out of sorts.

Yes.

If you'd rather not discuss...

I'd much rather not discuss.

But there'll soon be no avoiding it.

Sarah... ...will not live.

What?

She has a congenital defect of the heart.

My God.

The irony.

I see so many children born into poverty and squalor, yet my own child, born into luxury, raised with all the care and attention of a princess-- that such a child can be flawed.

Does Caroline know?

I can't tell her.

I've thought endlessly of how to break the news gently.

But I cannot.

The thing must take its course.

But it's simply a question of waiting for the first infection.

Whether it comes this month, this year or the next... (voice shaking): Her heart will not have the strength to meet it.

♪ ♪ My God, Dwight.

What can I do?

Not tell Demelza.

Not that she would say anything, but her face would betray her.

(footsteps approaching) (explosion booms in distance) That'll be Ross.

Blastin' away so he may break through to Maiden and scuttle off back to London.

I see no haste in him to do so.

Beguiling as London is.

Is it?

You should see for yourself.

I think you'd like it.

Well, Ross haven't asked me.

I shall ask you-- if I ever return.

Of which I see little prospect, since I've become so dull and settled, which I lay firmly at the door of young Miss Enys.

(chuckles) MORWENNA: It's so kind of you to call.

How could I go without seeing my old governess?

How I've missed you!

His stay has been all too brief.

Uncle George might disagree.

My sweet, you know relations between you are much improved.

That's only because I'm never here.

(door opens, footsteps approaching) (grunts) ELIZABETH: My dear, is that a new nurse?

Surely that's the... third in a year?

Fourth.

Forgive me, but-- they all seem so grim.

MORWENNA: Lady Whitworth chooses them.

And Lady Whitworth dismisses them.

And Osborne agrees?

How strange.

Osborne is a strange man.

(hooves clomping) WHITWORTH: This cannot continue.

Meeting in broad daylight when there's always the chance some prying busybody...

When does your husband visit his family?

Every Thursday at 8:00, for three hours.

That might be the better arrangement.

Whatever you say, Vicar.

Of course you realize our association is purely temporary.

As soon as my wife sees fit to resume marital relations...

In the meantime, Vicar, you might have noticed how threadbare is the rug?

And the cushions in the parlor.

You... are a vile, acquisitive harlot.

And I can't think how I came to be ensnared by you!

(snorts) ELIZABETH: Oh.

Osborne.

Is Rowella in?

She is... uh... indisposed.

I came myself, hoping to mediate between the sisters, but she sent me away.

Would you excuse me?

My wife becomes distressed if I'm away too long.

♪ ♪ (gasps) Master Geoffrey!

(chuckling) (exhales) I can't get over how grown up you be!

(metal hissing in water) I saw Morwenna today.

I couldn't get a word alone, to tell her I was coming to see you.

Ah, 'tis as well.

There's no point in resurrecting something long since dead.

She has her life to live, and I have mine.

♪ ♪ Life must go on.

Yes.

I'm glad to hear you say so.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ SAM: Can't be far now.

ROSS: The other side of this rock?

ZACKY: By tomorrow we'll be through.

I'll wager my house on it.

(Ross chuckles) DEMELZA (voiceover): The blasting went well?

SAM (voiceover): Most well.

Tomorrow we dig again, and Cap'n Ross and I, we do feel it in our bones, reward be close at hand.

(door opens) ROSINA: Oh!

Beggin' yer pardon, I thought 'twas only mistress.

Are you bound for Sawle again, Rosina?

Drake could carry that basket.

Could you not, brother?

Willingly, sister.

Fine day for a walk.

'Tis so.

(seagulls squawking) Brother o' yours, Preacher Carne, 'tis a rare good man.

I do think so.

Have 'ee known my sister a long while?

And I have much to thank her for.

For she did tell me of Dr. Enys and he did mend my lipsy leg.

Praise the Lord.

Amen.

I can manage from here.

We're close to Sawle, and if folk see us walking together... 'Twill be thought we're courting?

Folk can think what they like.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens) (talking softly in background) Dr. Enys.

Most opportune!

May I consult you about my wife?

If you wish.

Of late, I've noted a marked deterioration in her behavior.

Periods of profound melancholy-- suffers increasingly from the most alarming delusions-- and continues to refuse me my conjugal rights.

All of which leads me to conclude that she's beyond help and would be better off in an institution.

An asylum?

Alas.

Sir, as Mrs. Whitworth's husband, you are of course entitled to have her put away.

But I question why you would wish to.

She performs her household and parish duties admirably...

Her conjugal duties, don't you see... As you know, sir, I'm in holy orders, and therefore my position is delicate.

If I took the step of incarcerating my wife-- possibly for life-- I'd be reluctant to have the matter come to the attention of the bishop or my parishioners, if I alone was responsible.

That's why the sanction of a physician is of the utmost importance.

I see that, sir.

And I trust you will not easily find such a man.

♪ ♪ (coughs) (coughs) (fussing) (fussing) (shushing) ♪ ♪ Oh, Dr. Enys, Madam Minx has been so tiresome today.

Scarcely any smiles.

Forcing out the strangest little cough just to be annoying.

Cough?

(fussing) May I see her?

(fussing continues) (coughs) (fussing continues) I think it's nothing serious.

Of course not.

Only madam's attempt to take more attention of mine than she has already.

♪ ♪ (fussing) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ Must you be in such haste to leave our bed?

I'm in haste to embrace another maiden!

Less accommodating than this one.

Oh, I believe she'll surrender in the end.

And when she do, I'd like to be there.

Above grass.

I know my place!

In the mine office.

Got my own chair and a peg to hang my coat.

It comforts me to know when I'm in London the mine's in safe hands.

Is that why you don't ask me to come with you?

(birds chirping) Breakfast.

(whip snapping, driver shouting) ELIZABETH: At least when you return to Parliament, we'll see more of Geoffrey Charles in London.

Hm.

And meanwhile, we have our own son to cherish.

(chuckles softly) How many pence in a shilling?

Shall we go and count?

VALENTINE: Yes, Papa.

♪ ♪ (hammering, clanking) (miners talking in distance) Blessed Lord, look kindly on our ventures which we dedicate to the glory of thy holy name.

(hammering continues in distance) (fire crackling) (door closes) Dr. Enys.

It's rare that I seek a second opinion.

I recall.

But since I have been urged by Mr. Whitworth to sanction his wife's committal to a mental institution... You would not wish to do so without the endorsement of another physician.

Quite.

I have one stipulation.

I must examine Mrs. Whitworth alone.

WHITWORTH: Preposterous!

Pray do.

(knock at door) (door opens) Dr. Enys!

(door closes) You know, do you not, that it's never my wish that your services be dispensed with?

Of course.

I'm sorry that I return under such unhappy circumstances.

Do you know what my husband believes?

It is what I believe which matters here.

(sighs) What can you mean, Madam Mischief?

Our guest will be bored witless if you lie still and make only that tiresome rasping sound.

Is she sick?

The merest of colds.

And Dwight's not concerned?

Dwight's always concerned.

Sarah's his little princess.

(chuckles) DWIGHT: Gentlemen, I've examined Mrs. Whitworth and talked with her at length.

I have looked for indication that she may be losing her reason.

I have found none.

And this... is all you have to say?

No, sir, it is not.

You have a wife who must be regarded as delicate.

In my opinion, what she needs is care, kindness, and consideration.

Are you suggesting she does not receive these?

That's not for me to say.

(blows nose) WHITWORTH: May I remind you that she threatened to murder our son?

You've said so.

But has she ever made any move towards it?

The very existence of the threat is proof enough that she is insane!

And may I remind you that the church's view on insanity is that it is God's judgement upon the wicked?

A view that has recently been shaken by the king's own madness.

Might I suggest it would be treason to argue that His Majesty's insanity was brought on by his own evil ways?

The problem, Dr. Enys, is that Mrs. Whitworth is refusing to fulfill her conjugal duties.

WHITWORTH: Exactly!

Hence my suffering!

DWIGHT: Dr. Choake, I don't deny the problem, but is it one we can take professional steps to resolve?

We are asked to provide a diagnosis confirming Mr. Whitworth's view that his wife is insane and must be put away.

My answer is no.

(sighs) As yours must surely be.

I cannot help you, sir, nor do I wish to.

It's my humble opinion that if a husband cannot win his wife by loving kindness and sympathy, then he deserves to go without her.

I bid you both good day.

(sighs) (door opens) Insolent pup!

(grunting, stone crumbling) Sam.

Does that feel moist to you?

(breathing heavily) Brother?

(water dripping steadily) ♪ ♪ Get everyone out.

Now!

(pick clangs to ground) SAM: Get out!

MAN: What is it?

There's a flood!

ROSS: Get up to grass now!

Everyone out!

(water trickling) (men shouting) Go, above to grass.

Sam, will you warn the others?

Where'll ye go?

Down to the 30 level.

It'll be first to flood.

Go!

(shouting continues) (water streaming) There's a flood!

Waste no time!

Get up to the shaft now!

Come on!

(shouting in distance) (roaring) ROSS: Everyone out!

There's a flood!

Is anyone else down here?

I can't be sure, sir.

Out!

Out!

Is anyone down here?

(water rushing) SAM: Make haste afore she floods.

(men shouting) ♪ ♪ (clangs loudly) Flood!

There's a flood!

(people shouting) (panting) (hammers and picks tapping) ROSS: Zacky!

Bobby!

There's a flood!

Where?

20 level.

Shaft's filling up already!

Is anyone else down there?

Nay, it's just we!

ROSS: Hurry!

Hurry!

♪ ♪ (panting) (fire crackling) (footsteps rushing) PRUDIE: Mine bell's a-ringin', maid!

Judas!

Mind the children!

(moaning) Dr. Enys, you do fuss over that child.

She has a cold.

Even I know that's not the end of the world.

No.

But for Sarah, it will be.

What on earth do you mean?

(continues moaning) (footsteps rushing) ROSINA: Flood!

Flood at the mine!

This is a very strange jest, Dr. Enys.

Ask yourself, my love.

Is this something I would joke about?

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (paper rustling) (footsteps retreating) From the mine-- there's a flood.

I must go, I'm sorry.

Of course you must-- what else would you do?

(Sarah coughs) (coughs again) (fusses and cries) Isn't Papa amusing?

What a vivid imagination he has!

(moans) (water rushing) (bell ringing, men shouting) (panting, coughing) (panting, water splashing) ROSS: Hurry!

Zacky, make haste!

Unlock the doors-- get up!

Hurry!

Keep going!

ZACKY: Make haste, nephew!

♪ ♪ ROSS: Is anyone else down there?

(rung snaps, Bobby cries out) Bobby!

Bobby!

(whimpering) (rocks shifting) I must go after 'im!

No!

Go to grass!

He's not coming up!

I'll go!

I'll go get him!

(grunting) ♪ ♪ (rocks shifting) ♪ ♪ (gasps) Is anybody up there?

Zacky?

(bell ringing) DEMELZA: Where's Ross?

Still below, ma'am.

DRAKE: And Sam?

(bell continues ringing, people shouting) ♪ ♪ Can anybody help?

Are any wounded?

None so far, sir, but not all are out.

Dwight, is this not the most terrible thing?

How many still below?

DEMELZA: Four.

And among 'em, Ross and Sam!

Dear God.

(breathing heavily) Zacky's out!

(talking in background) ♪ ♪ Help us!

(panting) ♪ ♪ (gasps) SAM: Ross!

Help!

Ross!

Help!

Take the rope, brother!

Take it!

♪ ♪ (panting) Quickly, quickly.

Bobby?

DEMELZA: Ross!

Where's Ross?

Oh, my love... (breathing heavily): Is he dead?

♪ ♪ (grunting) (crowd murmuring) (grunts loudly) Bobby?

Bobby!

Bobby!

ROSS: Dwight!

Dwight!

Dwight, leave him.

Bobby.

Nothing.

It's no use-- leave him!

Move!

(crowd murmuring) Come on.

Come on.

(grunts) Come on, Bobby.

(crowd murmuring) (grunts, panting) Come on, come on, come on!

(inhales deeply, exhales) (crowd murmuring) ♪ ♪ (blows air) Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!

(coughing and spitting) He's alive, he's alive!

Quickly, quickly!

Pull, pull.

Fetch him a blanket.

Blanket!

Someone get a blanket!

Get him warm.

The salts.

Oh, Dwight, you really can work miracles.

Oh, I wish that were true.

Thank you.

I think the men you should be thanking are there and there.

(breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ I thought I lost 'ee.

(footsteps approaching) Listen to this.

"Sometimes, when a new adit is brought to an old mine, "they have holed unexpectedly to the house of water and have instantly perished."

"Great caution should therefore be taken "so that before breaking ground they have timely notice of water."

"This advice may not be relished by those who value money more than the lives of their fellow creatures."

Ross, that is not us!

Since when do we put profit ahead of our workers?

Still, it makes for uncomfortable reading.

Then don't read it!

(footsteps approaching) Master Jeremy's askin' for 'ee, maid.

His cold is worse.

Should I send for Dr. Enys?

DEMELZA: No, no, don't bother him.

Sarah is also sick.

Is she?

Oh, it's only a cold.

Caroline says Dwight's fussin' over nothin'.

I think I must return to the mine and assess the damage.

♪ ♪ Demelza says Sarah's ill. She has a cold.

Is that all?

It will be enough.

(quietly): Dear God!

Does Caroline know?

Yes, Caroline knows.

And is taking it in her stride, with all the dignity and stoicism of a lady of breeding.

Caroline, will you not take some brandy?

Why, is there something to celebrate?

You know, Ross, I never wanted this wretched creature.

But over the months, she has wormed her way into my affections, supplanting even poor Horace.

Do you know... how long?

A matter of hours.

(glass clinks) (quietly): God in heaven.

I should've brought Demelza.

No.

No, I'm a hard woman, and I can fend for myself.

Demelza does not understand restraint and dignity.

I believe Demelza would cry.

And that, I fear, would undo us all.

♪ ♪ (birds squawking) ♪ ♪ My love.

My darling.

She's gone.

Will you not let me take her from you?

No.

I'd have her stay with me a while.

♪ ♪ (fire crackling) (sobbing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (church bell tolling, rain pattering) (thunder claps) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (crying): It feel to me like the end of the world.

Like losin' Julia all over again.

Is she all you're reminded of?

Not Hugh?

(seagulls squawking) You ask me that now?

After all this time, you still doubt me?

Perhaps I doubt everything!

My purpose, my use.

The wisdom of returning to London.

The wisdom of going there in the first place.

Are you not obliged to return?

Yes, I am.

(sighs) But what are my obligations here?

So Parliament has resumed... without the dishonorable member for Truro.

Falmouth must be delighted.

Not that Ross ever did his bidding.

Did you ever do Basset's?

(scoffs) So Ross and I have something in common.

And soon... we'll have more.

The Scawens-- for all their illustrious heritage-- were not immune to the inducements of a blacksmith's boy.

You are not that.

I was.

And have spent my life denying it.

But now I think it has given me sinew.

And a disinclination to be beat.

So do you now own all of St. Michael?

I do.

And all that remains is to remove one of its two MPs and step into his seat.

And for a blacksmith's boy, how hard can that be?

(chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) Bad as you feared?

No, worse.

The tunnels are blocked, timber supports washed away.

Pumping rod's shattered, and all below the 30 level's under water.

ZACKY: It'll take months.

ROSS: We don't have months.

How do a hundred families survive without this mine?

But how will 'ee pay 'em if all they bring up is mud and stones?

My love.

I have been thinking.

Are we not taking all this too much to heart?

Children die every day, and the fact that this one was ours and we esteemed it above all others shows a miserable lack of proportion.

Besides, I was never meant to be a mother.

You know that is nonsense.

You've been an excellent one.

And I hope will be so again.

No, that I cannot do.

Dwight...

I want to leave you.

What do you mean?

Not forever.

But I feel that I have failed.

Failed you, myself...

Her.

And while I remain in this house with all of its reminders, I feel I will never come to grips with what it is that I need in order to forget.

You cannot wish that.

Not her.

The lack of her, the loss of her.

♪ ♪ Where will you go?

To London.

For a month or so.

May I not come with you?

And abandon your patients?

If it were just a month...

It will not be just a month.

(footsteps approaching) From Falmouth.

I wrote informing him I wouldn't be returning to London just yet.

And?

He makes it clear that when I do, I'll be expected to toe the line.

Particularly on his behalf.

(sighs) Are we sure about this?

To ransack our own coffers in order to see this mine open again?

(groans) Do we have a choice?

Well, we could close the mine, remove ourselves to London, and forget Cornwall exists.

Mm!

Yes, Ross, I see that's an option.

(chuckle) ♪ ♪ Now, Dr. Enys, do your best not to miss Horace.

I will do my best.

Not to miss Horace.

(locks in steps) ♪ ♪ (whip cracks) ♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking, waves crashing) DRAKE: Know where she be headed?

Same as we?

This be sister's doin'.

Very like.

Do 'ee object?

Yes.

No.

(chuckles) Rosina!

♪ ♪ (seagulls squawking) Are 'ee well?

(talking quietly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (growling) (laughing) ♪ ♪ (talking in background) (laughing) Shall we take some air?

♪ ♪ DWIGHT (voiceover): Caroline's right, of course.

We're not the first to lose a child.

Everyone has their trials and tribulations.

It's how one chooses to respond.

How do you respond?

Oh, you know, by gritting my teeth in the day and weeping into my pillow at night.

Caroline, meanwhile, prefers horses, assemblies, and gowns.

You?

Oh, you've seen me.

Frenzied, back-breaking, all-consuming activity.

Doing-- never dwelling.

Sometimes I think I've welcomed this mine disaster.

It's been a useful distraction.

And how long will this distraction continue?

Until I find a reason for it to stop.

DWIGHT: Enemy territory.

ROSS: And typical of everything he stands for.

(birds chirping) Oh, George is neglecting his defenses.

How careless of him.

Ross.

You think I'm the only one who objects to these barricades?

No, but I think you have particular grievances which others do not.

Is it not my duty as an elected member of Parliament to be the mouthpiece of my constituents?

The mouthpiece, perhaps.

But the hand?

Or the foot?

(birds fluttering) (grunts) (sniffs) I agree.

Fine behavior for a politician!

If I may call oneself such, outside of Parliament.

Verity would say I suffer from the curse of the Poldarks.

Which is?

Swiftness to anger.

Readiness to hold a grievance.

Inability to compromise.

That's three curses.

And are any of them true?

I rest my case.

DWIGHT: I've not given this much thought, but my sense is that anger is not always destructive.

It can even be good if properly directed.

Yes.

You may be right.

I should learn to burn it in a better cause.

(exhales) DEMELZA (voiceover): Mm, I wonder who this belonged to.

(chuckles) Another man from another life.

And is he sorry to return?

Yes and no.

And did he not once say that to effect greater change, he must do so from a grander stage?

He did.

And is that "grander stage" not one he find just a little-- what's the word?

Intoxicatin'?

Sometimes.

And is that world not one he wish to keep to himself a little longer?

Only because I could not achieve all I hope to there without you in place of me here.

And soon... we will go there together.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ The member of Parliament for St. Michael, Captain Howell, has surrendered.

I have his assurance he will stand down at the next election.

So we'll return to London.

And Westminster.

And Ross Poldark had better look over his shoulder, because I am fast approaching in his wake.

Will you watch over Demelza for me?

I think she intends to watch over me.

I'll do my best to bring Caroline back to you.

As you did once before.

Write to me.

Write to me!

I want to hear everything that happens to those I love most.

♪ ♪ (clicks tongue) (horse snorts) (horse whinnies) (urges horse) Here we are, deserted.

Abandoned.

Well, we must try to make the best of it.

Yes.

We must try to make the best.

DEMELZA (voiceover): ♪ For whatever drifts from one place ♪ ♪ Is with the tide to another brought ♪ ♪ And there's nought lost beyond recall ♪ ♪ Which cannot be found ♪ ♪ If sought.

♪ LINNEY: Next time on "Masterpiece"... How long will we turn a blind eye to the needy?

You have a taking for her, don't you?

WHITWORTH: Your experience in dealing with unstable patients will prove invaluable.

DEMELZA: Is it a sin to seek happiness for ourselves?

ROSS: Tears must fall.

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

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