And you'll favour me by never setting foot on Trenwith land.
You have a beguiling way, Drake Carne!
I tremble for the young maids hereabouts!
How dare Odgers forbid Christians his church?
I am a Warleggan now, and must take my husband's part.
Justice of the Peace.
The first Warleggan to be called to the bench.
There's an old convent turned into a prison.
Hundreds of English prisoners are kept there.
Could Dwight have been taken there?
- An old friend of my father has contacts in France. - And so?
I think I must go.
Heave!
Where is he, Jeremy?
Papa's been gone a long while, hasn't he?
Where can he be, sweetheart?
Where can he be?
- ~ - Allez!
Come on.
He'll be home in a few days.
I pray for his return -- and dread it.
For while there's no news of Dwight...
There's still hope.
Yes.
That he is still alive, somewhere in France.
I couldn't bear for Ross to risk his life for nothing.
Dr Enys be alive.
Ole Prudie feel it in her bones.
And don't you worry about Ross.
He knows how to take care of himself.
In any case, 'tis only Roscoff!
~
"Quaint little market town?"
So 'twas, young Cap'n, when your father and I used to make the trip.
That was 20 years ago, before the Revolution.
Let's hope that's not our man.
Nay, Jacques Clisson be a wily ole cove.
He'll be laying low till the coast's clear.
Whenever that might be.
D'reckly, I swear.
Ole Tholly ever let 'ee down before?
~
- Ma'am. - Ma'am.
These people, you know them?
Of course. They're our tenants.
Francis always felt it was important to be on good terms with them --
but then he'd grown up in the district.
With an ancient family name.
And no fences.
Reverend Odgers, I observe the west gate needs repairing.
Would you send the bill to my steward?
Most generous of you, sir. We're unspeakably grateful.
♪ Come, sinners to the gospel feast
♪ Let every soul be Jesus' guest
♪ Ye need not one be left behind
♪ For God hath bid all humankind
♪ Sent by my Lord, on you I call
♪ The invitation is to all
♪ Come all the world come, sinner, thou
♪ All things in Christ are ready now. ♪
No!
Monsieur?
News from Roscoff?
It's not good. Revolution has hit it hard.
Information will be difficult to find.
Ross will need to bide a while.
Oh, 'course he do!
When do anything go according to plan with Ross?
You've heard the latest?
About brother Sam?
Not being allowed in church,
his brethren have taken to singing outside.
♪ Ye restless wanderers after rest. ♪
I said there'd soon be more pilgrims without the church than within!
It sits uneasy with me, this show of defiance.
'Tis not like they do any harm.
They only praise the Lord in their own way.
In their own way, yes, which the church forbid.
But Odgers forbids them the church.
Where must they go?
Now, Ross don't want you worshipping on his land,
but would this not serve?
The old Grambler meeting house.
It was gifted by Francis to the villagers.
What happened to it?
When George bought all the land hereabouts and closed Grambler mine,
the village did empty, and all about fell to disrepair.
He's a veritable John the Baptist.
You're not of the connection yourself?
Father was.
Grandfather afore him...
.. but I have more sense.
It is not so very decayed.
It would take but a few good men with timbers and nails.
Where's Drake when you need him?!
Drake!
Come on, Drake!
Now I've become a magistrate, I can begin to hunt a bigger prize.
I wish to become a burgess of the borough.
That would certainly advance your influence in the district.
But our recent mine closures, trade monopolies,
land enclosures, these have not endeared us to the vulgars --
and with events in France making our patricians nervous,
we should have a care of how we're seen to treat our tenants.
A less heavy-handed approach?
A courting of public approval.
George Warleggan, man of the people.
Ross Poldark had better look to his crown!
- Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? - Tu es un espion royaliste.
Je soutiens la République, moi.
Et tu viens avec nous.
Je vous le jure, je vous le jure. S'il vous plait! S'il vous plait!
Windy, was it, on the beach today?
Oh...
Why would you think so?
Hair? Face? Shoes?
You'll have to be sharp to out trump me, boy.
Did I hear you've been to Hendrawna Beach?
And why not in such fine weather?
Sea air does wonders for the lungs!
Nevertheless, it's further than I'd wish you to go.
There are strong currents...
Oh, we never go near when the tide is full.
.. and it's unsafe to be so far from home.
There's unrest in the villages.
The harvest has failed, inevitably there's discontent.
Take your father's pistol.
I'd prefer you not to go at all.
As you wish, cousin.
He's not a bit like me.
Is he?
Much darker.
Hmm.
John, over here.
He's here.
Monsieur Clisson.
The prison at Quimper.
Most of the prisoners are English.
Many are sick and wounded.
Any officers among them?
It's difficult.
The guards have orders to speak to no-one...
.. but there is one I know.
He tells me there are survivors of a recent sea battle.
Could he provide names?
Possibly.
For a price.
How much?
50...
for him...
and 50 for me.
When do you return?
Beware, monsieur.
The Republic is watchful.
Tonight.
Do 'ee trust him?
No...
.. but he's all we have.
Francis Poldark gifted the Old Chapel near Grambler village.
He was always giving away property.
- No doubt that's why he was so popular. - Hmm.
We can have our attorney prepare a formal deed of gift.
It can be our first act of benevolence toward the vulgars.
Lately, a group of Methodists have been repairing it.
Methodists?
Aye, that was its former use, as a meeting house.
Do you happen to know the names of these Methodists?
No, sir.
As magistrate, I'm empowered to appoint a constable
for the district.
You will be such a one.
- I, sir? - Your Trenwith duties will remain unchanged,
but in addition you'll be deployed on certain public errands.
If 'ee say so, sir.
What I say is that you will find me the names of these Methodists.
Yes, sir.
And let us not be too hasty with our deed of gift.
It may not be needed after all.
Just like old times.
Confess, young Cap'n, do 'ee not long for those days?
Thee, me and your father, up to no good!
I've had my fill of sailing close to the wind.
I have a wife, a child, another on the way.
I'll be keeping my head down and my mouth shut.
There are officers of the army and navy,
but it is not easy to get names.
It will cost more.
100.
50 now.
50 when you bring me their names.
It will take time. Go home. I'll send you word.
I am not be leaving Roscoff until I have a list.
Then you must be on your guard, monsieur.
Every hour you remain puts you in greater danger.
The Republic may turn a blind eye to the trade, not to spies.
We are not spies.
You seek information concerning prisoners of the Republic.
Some will call that spying.
Whatever happened to that beauty you once set your heart on?
Chynoweth girl.
She married my cousin.
Harsh.
I survived.
I needed a wife who could chop wood and skin rabbits,
as well as drink tea and curtsey.
Your father would've bedded his maid, not wed her.
My father and I are not alike.
Aye...
.. and yet, here you are, with ole Tholly again...
.. on another fool's errand.
Elizabeth?
- My dear, I'm leaving shortly. - For what?
My first appearance on the bench.
Perhaps you'd care to accompany me?
Would I? I seem to recall Francis found it all quite tiresome.
No, I think my time is better spent here.
There are household matters to attend to.
Just as you like.
~
I, George Warleggan, do swear that I truly and bona fide
have such an estate in law or equity...
.. to and for my own use and benefit,
as doth qualify me to act as a Justice of the Peace,
according to the true intent and meaning of the Act.
- Vive la République! - Vive la République!
That's all we need.
She's had her eye on us since we arrived.
Vive la République.
As you say, mademoiselle.
You are here on business?
Importer of fine wines and spirits.
Can you prove it?
- I have papers. - About you?
In my room.
Shall we go and inspect them?
My apologies, mademoiselle, I omitted to mention --
I'm married, with a child.
- I'm not. - Tholly.
- I'm ready, willing and able. - Tholly.
Well, if he won't, I will.
- I must apologise for my servant, mademoiselle. - Servant?!
You are a stranger in these parts, monsieur,
and evidently not aware of how useful it is to have friends...
.. as opposed to enemies.
I humbly trust I've made none today.
How frustrating is a woman's lot?
We're left idling at home while the men go off and fight battles.
Is that what we do, idle?
Perhaps I've grown less bold since my marriage.
I seriously doubt that.
- I've been considering... - Yes?
How could I get news of Dwight?
Who do I know who has influence and could use it on my behalf?
A pheasant is no small matter,
and the theft of such property,
from your betters, shows a disrespect for authority,
which cannot go unpunished.
It now remains for me to pronounce on you
the awful sentence of the law,
which is that you be tied to a post in the market square
and publicly flogged.
20 lashes.
Next case.
- No no, kill him! - No, don't!
No!
Your man sent this from Trenwith, sir.
Justice Warleggan.
Miss Penvenen, were you here to see me do my duty?
I thought I'd look in.
Most impressive --
and, may I suggest, quite as valuable to our nation
as those who fight our wars.
Of course, a man in your position must be privy
to all sorts of news, about the war.
I know many of our acquaintances would be grateful
of news of Dr Enys, for instance.
I fear they would not.
What makes you so sure?
Dr Enys is not on any list of prisoners, nor of survivors.
One must sadly assume the worst.
Mr Warleggan's taking it back?
Can he do that?
Well, he own the land.
But it was gifted the brethren by Mr Francis.
Verbally gifted, nothing writ down.
What harm could it do to let us use it?
None at all.
You've defied him, so he means to put you in your place.
So what's to be done?
With Cap'n Ross not here to fight our corner.
'Tis in the Lord's hands now.
With respect, Sam, sometimes the Lord need do a little help.
But Cap'n Ross said, "On no account..."
Must you venture on Trenwith land?
Well, Cap'n Ross ain't here now.
So I say, do it.
Elizabeth's there, alone.
'Twas her late husband Francis did make the gift to the brethren.
So she might have more sympathy than Mr Warleggan?
Not if she sees me.
Will you keep them civil, Zacky?
Easier said than done.
Clisson will meet us here on Sunday night.
He has definite information.
What did I tell 'ee?
Now we can rest easy.
I suspect not.
You will come with us, monsieur.
Fils de pute! Laissez-le!
Pour l'amour de Dieu, il est un marchant anglais!
Qu'a-t-il fait de mal?
Remember what sister said, no mention of our names
nor relation t' she.
What be the cause of this ill will between the two houses?
Isn't for me to say, boy...
.. but 'tis powerful.
Master's not home.
'Tis the mistress we come to see.
She know me by sight and name.
Zachariah Martin.
You two, follow me --
and, you, wait here.
- Nay, but... - Mr Warleggan's orders.
No more than two riff-raff in the house at any one time.
Drake?
Drake? Is it really you?
Shh, Master Geoffrey. I'm here with brother and Zacky Martin.
They've business with your mother --
but I 'spicion it would not be good for 'ee to be seen with me.
Oh, what do I care about that?
Besides, these are actually my gardens -- or will be one day.
I am not an enemy of France.
I am merely a businessman,
trying to conduct a trade, which is to the benefit of France.
It is not to the benefit of France
to permit spies to come ashore and live amongst us.
I'm not a spy.
Since arriving here, I have made no attempt to venture
beyond Roscoff, nor to act contrary to the interests of France.
You act entirely against it
by spending a single night on French soil
without reporting to the gendarmerie.
My apologies, monsieur, I had no idea there was such a requirement.
The penalty for a first offence is imprisonment.
For a second, execution.
As this is a first offence, and committed without malice...
.. perhaps you would permit me to pay a fine in lieu of imprisonment?
Say...
20 guineas?
50.
On the condition that you leave Roscoff immediately.
My ship will not return until Monday night.
There is an English vessel, The May Queen, leaving tonight.
You will board her, without delay.
Perhaps, the offer of a further 50 guineas?
Will lead to your immediate imprisonment
for attempting to suborn an officer of the Republic.
If you are found ashore after midnight, you will be executed.
Avance.
So we thought, since Mr Francis gifted land to the brethren...
Are you quite sure he did that? I don't...
Beggin' your pardon, ma'am.
I was there with my ole father when Mr Francis made the promise.
And so we ask your kind help, ma'am.
For in the saving of this house, you'll be doing God's handiwork.
Will I?
And we shall personally pray for the saving of your soul.
Any help 'ee can give will be much appreciated.
I should be getting back.
Brother and Mr Zacky'll be soon done.
Oh!
Miss Morwenna.
Why are you here?
I came with my brother. He had to speak with Mrs Warleggan.
Tell Drake, Morwenna.
Tell him he must visit whenever Mama and Uncle George are away.
- Oh, I'm not sure... - You'd like that.
You know you would.
You're always talking about him.
If I write a note, inviting you to the house, will you come?
Oh, pardon my asking...
you can read?
Of course!
I...
I think I must go.
Until the next time, Miss Morwenna.
I'll speak to Mr Warleggan when he returns
and explain that you view this promise, made by my late husband,
as a binding one.
Of course, I cannot guarantee he'll reconsider.
May the Lord ever guide 'ee and teach 'ee to walk in his ways.
And we'll take no more of your time.
- Good day to you both. - Good day.
All in all, 'twas a good day's work.
~
What now?
We appear to be leaving.
You had visitors today, cousin?
Miners from the village, petitioning my husband
about the use of a meeting house on our land.
Let 'em have it, I say!
Hark 'ee, Elizabeth! After all, 'tis actually the child's land --
or will be.
I'm surprised Elizabeth was that civil.
Cos they were careful not to tell 'er their names.
Or their connection to Ross.
'Ave 'ee always bin a fiend for prayer?
Nay, Mistress Paynter.
I did live without God, in the gall o' bitterness
an' th' bond of iniquity for upward o' 20 year.
Till God did pardon my sins an' set my soul at liberty.
An' now Sam 'ave found salvation stronger than th' rest of us.
Sister, I've a favour to ask of 'ee.
Yes?
Will 'ee teach me t' read?
Were you stern?
Fair.
I sent out a clear message.
Where the crime is severe, expect no mercy --
and I had several compliments on my robes.
While you were away we had visitors.
- Some Methodists. - Methodists?
Zacky Martin and another man,
asking after the Grambler meeting house.
These religious sects make me uneasy --
they're seedbeds for revolution.
They insist Francis had promised them the land.
- But did he? - I doubt Zacky Martin would lie.
- And the other man? - Seemed genuine.
I think Zacky called him Sam.
Carne.
Samuel Carne.
Demelza's brother.
So...
now you see the plan?
Ross sends his brother-in-law to take advantage
as soon as my back is turned.
To encroach upon our lives yet again!
I cannot believe he would presume...
- And yet he has, once again. - How dare he?
So we're in agreement?
They must on no account be allowed the land?
On no account.
Allez!
Avance!
George was adamant, quite certain of it.
His name was not on any lists?
Well, Ross 'as not yet returned.
I hope for all our sakes he is now aboard a ship bound for home.
Good riddance t' France, I say!
I've never been so glad t' see th' back o' that godforsaken cess-pit.
Woulda bin more 'n our life's worth t'ave stayed.
What 'ee did -- keep yer head down an' yer mouth shut --
'tis what any sensible man would do.
Indeed.
Get word to my wife -- I've been delayed.
Ross. Ross!
[Allez, cherchez partout!]
"Young Cap'n Ross d' most sincerely regret?"
Oh, he'll regret ever sendin' home his hat,
for it won't fit his head when I've done with him!
- Ted'n right. - Ted'n fit.
- Ted'n fair. - Ted'n proper.
With a chile to raise an' another on th' way?
A farm t' run an' a mine beside?
How th' menfolk 'ave th' cheek to expect us t' do their biddin'!
Lucky we never do.
I'm still livid at Ross's insolence.
I, too. To encourage such presumption.
Encourage? He's surely planned it, to cause disruption to us yet again.
Dear God, are we never to be rid of him?
Not here perhaps. But elsewhere?
If we removed to our town house in Truro,
we'd be out of his immediate vicinity.
Of course we'd take Valentine with us.
And Geoffrey Charles?
He could remain with Morwenna and your aunt.
I'll miss him, of course, but...
.. the thought of being out of Ross's reach.
Then shall we leave today?
The sooner the better!
S-S-Sam. Sam.
Dee...
De...
Demelza.
He said yes?
He said we mus' put down our tools an' set no foot there again
on pain o' death.
Why?
What would it cost him?
How could it hurt him to...?
Of course. He must know that you're my brothers.
Judas! Must it always be such a battle?
Shake my hand, Geoffrey Charles. That's what young gentlemen do.
Remember, Morwenna, keep him at his studies.
- Of course. - And don't let him waste his time at cards.
Wouldn't dream of it!
I'll miss you, Mama.
Now we can have some fun!
I see why father was loath t' part with 'ee.
Ye carry th' world on yer shoulders an' nary stoop 'neath th' weight.
'Tis presently more'n I wish to bear. An' Ross is no help!
He's a law unto himself.
Sometimes I d' wonder why I wed 'im!
Yet, sister, is all love not tricksical sometimes?
I promised to love, honour and obey him.
An' why should I?
What, sister?
What is it?
I know where you can worship!
Cap'n Ross would gift we this storehouse?
Nay, brother. 'Tis I do gift you this storehouse.
Clean it out, fettle it up -- 'tis yours.
Brother Ross won't like it.
No more than I like certain antics of his!
What's his is mine.
So, take it...
and make it your church.
Well, my dear, is the house to your liking?
Perfectly so.
I realise how long I've been stultifying in the countryside.
I feel I can breathe again.
And since we're in town sooner than planned,
perhaps you'd care to join me on my next appearance in court.
I shall endeavour to make it as entertaining as the first!
Now this we will set in writing,
for we want no misunderstandin' of the law this time!
Water!
They told me you had left.
I came to see if it were true.
- Have you the list? - Have you the guineas?
I've given you guineas. Show me the list.
Monsieur, our agreement...
When I have the list, you will have your fee.
Have a care, Monsieur, we are attracting attention.
Give me the list!
I must not be seen here.
Ah, Monsieur, did you miss me?
Is that why you came back?
We could have been such good friends.
I was unmannerly before, Mademoiselle.
You made a generous offer and I did not appreciate my good fortune.
Perhaps it is not too late.
You're very kind, ma'am.
But I fear it is!
Arrêtez cet homme! Arrêtez cet homme!
From Lord Godolphin.
- An invitation to a banquet. - How splendid.
Ah.
Apparently his young nephew Anthony
is to come before the court tomorrow...
.. on a charge of assaulting a servant girl.
Oh.
- (So, we are in agreement, gentlemen?) - (Yes).
We see before the court today
a person who has been wronged in the grossest manner.
Lies have been told.
A blameless reputation is at stake.
In our view, what is required here is to set an example
in order to deter other persons from committing a like offence.
Polly Tregaskis, the court considers you have committed perjury
and slandered the good name of Anthony Godolphin.
You will be committed for trial at the next assizes.
Everything points to a sorry end.
After all this time, I cannot think that any news will be good.
Nor I.
What I learnt from Tholly of conditions in France...
.. I think we must both prepare for the worst.
This helpful little tincture calms the nerves
and fortifies the constitution.
Three drops, as and when required.
Go on!
Go on, I dare you!
Oh, dare me somethin' else, Miss Morwenna.
Dare me somethin' worth darin'.
Such as?
Dare me... I dunno.
Dare me t' kiss ye.
But then I'd ne'er presume so far knowin' 't'would not be fittin'.
No, it would not.
Not with Geoffrey Charles here.
Déplace-toi! Allez, vous avez entendu! A présent!
Déplacez-vous là-bas, écume anglaise!
~
Oh, Ross, he's alive!
For what that's worth.
If you knew what conditions are like in France
for enemies of the Republic...
Avance!
Allez!
En joue... feu!
You must go to Caroline at once. Put her out of her misery.
Bring him here! What is his name?
Armitage, sir. Lieutenant Armitage. From HMS Espion.
Bring me water! Quickly!
Lieutenant Armitage? Can you hear me, sir?
Is there water? I need water!
Archie Godolphin was very affable.
- Was he? - Invited me to dispense with the formality of "Lord" Godolphin.
Conveyed his appreciation of my "astute judgment"
and "sensitive handling of the case"...
.. and reminded me of our invitation to his banquet next Thursday
at Godolphin House.
I suspect it won't be long before we have a burgess in the family.
At the very least.
♪ O, Jesus ride on, till all are subdued, thy mercy make known,
♪ And sprinkle thy blood display thy salvation
♪ And teach the new song to every nation, and people, and tongue.
♪ O Jesus ride on, till all are subdued, thy mercy make known,
♪ And sprinkle thy blood display thy salvation... ♪
A man could do worse than Rosie Nanfan!
- I believe 'ee, brother. - Shall 'ee speak to her father?
T'would be t' no purpose, brother. My heart's already bespoke.
The old storehouse? By whose permission?
By mine, Ross. Who else would say so?
And you would take such a decision without consulting me?
- You seriously ask me that? - I seriously ask it, yes.
Who am I, Ross?
My wife.
And when you're away, who do I defer to?
Do I wait for you t' return an' fill the void you've left behind?
Or do I step into it?
Live my life as if you be not in it.
I've a child to support, another on the way.
A farm to run, and a mine beside.
Well, other women may bow an' scrape an' ask permission, as I once did...
.. but no longer.
For all I knew, you were never coming back...
an' then I'd be head o' th' family.
But I have come back.
You're right.
I've no business questioning what you did in my absence.
You're my wife, not my chattel.
France is a desperate place...
.. and there were times when I doubted whether I'd come back alive.
Now that I have...
.. I'm not about to quibble with the conditions of my return.
Well, p'r'aps if you behave well,
they may be warmer than you deserve.
What is this place?
Where am I?
Am I dead?
Is this hell?
You're alive, my friend.
But you'll wish you were not.
For we're all in hell now.
A most satisfactory day.
Do you not think?
George, let him lie -- he must not constantly be fussed over.
Must he not? My boy must not be fussed over?
On the contrary, he must be cherished, exalted!
He is, after all, my son and heir and all I now do is for his benefit.
So, yes, a most pleasing day, and, all in all,
I think we may say we are exactly where we wish to be.
No doubt you were plagued by French beauties?
No doubt I was.
No doubt you availed yourself?
No doubt I did.
For I've no beauty at home to compare.
Have I?
The Princess Charlotte was ambushed this morning at Truro quay.
Failed harvest, worst winter in 30 years.
Is it wrong to hope for love in a marriage?
Run an' make sure all's ready.
I don' like it, maid.
The Reverend Osborne Whitworth.
I pray you excuse me, sir.
I assure you my love will be returned.
- You're certain it was he? - He's most certain th' ringleader.
You're out o' your mind!
He's overplayed his hand this time.
- How do you sleep at night, George? - Perhaps you should ask Elizabeth.