Poldark (UK) - Fourth Season

If you do not challenge the corrupt, then commoners will rise.

Truro lacks an MP. Sir Francis intends to put up his own candidate

to challenge Falmouth's.

I regret I must decline.

He won?

This stubbornness will be your undoing.

Is it wrong to hope for love in a marriage?

Does Mr Whitworth's love mean nothing at all?

Close your eyes and submit. No, please!

I'm no Leonardo, but you are surely Mona Lisa.

Since the day of her death, he's been icy towards me.

What does he imagine? That Valentine is not his child.

Secret kisses. How many other secrets must there be between us?

You will never again speak such vile suspicions

about your wife and child. I will not. I swear it!

I believe I have every reason for optimism.

What is it you believe?

In six months' time, I'll be completely blind.

Shall we grant ourselves to each other?

Demelza? No, Ross.

Ask me nothing.

What is love?

A possession to be hoarded?

Or a blessing to be given away?

Did she betray her love for you by offering some to me?

Can I not give him even the smallest piece of my heart?

Papa!

We saw you swim away.

No.

I'm still here.

And I.

My right honourable friends,

I have to inform you that it is my intention to ask permission of.

His Majesty The King to call for an election.

Order!

Order! Order!

Where's the grain bound for? Lisbon.

So, there it is, Pitt's dissolved Parliament.

And called an election.

In which I have every intention of ousting your man here

by putting forward my nephew.

I humbly invite you to try, my Lord.

No!

Lips to my lips unfold.

Tale of our love is told.

Hallowed by sea and sand.

Beauty was in my hand.

Oh.

My dear, I hope the gifts I brought from London found favour.

Valentine has not been used to such kindness.

He welcomes the change.

It will continue.

So I would hope.

And were we ever to be blessed with another child...

You have my word.

Things will be different.

I am now different.

Ah. The prodigal returns!

Jago, boy, come here!

All right, Da? What have you been up to now, son?

Oh, the usual - brawling, free trading?

Attacking customs officials!

Have you both heard? Wheal Kitty's closed.

And Jane and Busy. Since when?

Since half the banks in Truro shut their doors.

Mines can't draw wages. These are uncertain times.

Pitt's called an election.

If the Bank of England's suspended its payments,

some local banks will do the same.

But hopefully it's temporary.

And meantime?

How are we to eat?

Price of grain's off the scale,

and at Truro Quay today I see'd it being shipped away to Lisbon.

Be that lawful?

Quite the reverse.

But many still sell to the highest bidder.

Pretty song, that. What it be?

It's... It's just something I heard.

Can't recall where.

There does appear to be some slight improvement.

My uncle will be delighted.

He's asked me to stand at Truro for the next election.

As second choice.

You know he asked Ross first.

I seem to recall you saying that politics was not to your taste.

Well, perhaps my priorities have changed.

So, you think with the aid of spectacles,

I'll be able to see to the other side of the House?

There have been members who are not all-seeing.

Ah!

That one nearly got me!

Another big one! Jump!

Your worst nightmare?

Cold feet?

Shrieking children. True.

And though some things one can learn to tolerate...

cold feet is not one of them.

Children are no guarantee of happiness.

As Ross will testify.

Ross? I think we must go!

Demelza!

We must leave now or we'll be late for the service.

Do you not think, wife, that the time has come for us to...

resume our conjugal bliss?

What bliss was that, Osborne?

This is wilfulness!

Neglect!

So help me, a man has needs!

A wife has duties.

Which I fulfilled in every way till you saw fit to debauch my sister.

I'm expected at Sawle.

Naturally you'll not wish to attend.

Miss Agatha was kind to me.

I wish very much to attend.

Friends,

fellow servants of God,

we are gathered here today at the behest of Mistress Warleggan

to honour the life of Agatha Mary Poldark.

How fortunate was that great lady to have known in her lifetime

such esteem and devotion,

and in death to be spared the turmoil and strife

which now threatens us all.

War with France, an election looming,

disorder and riot at every turn.

How blessed are they that have passed through the veil of tears

and now lie down in flowery fields beside the Lamb of God.

Praise be. Amen. Amen.

"Disorder and riot"?

Do we hear rumours of such in Truro?

Nothing that won't be quelled by a firm response from our magistrates.

If the situation worsens, you will of course not hesitate.

To read the Riot Act?

Ah - no, no.

Indeed. Elizabeth?

Your presence today was appreciated.

I regret it took so long to supply a headstone.

It was not for want of affection for her.

At least not on your part.

I think we should be going, wife.

Captain Poldark, I wonder, since we are so close to Nampara,

whether my wife and I might wait upon you today.

We'd be delighted to receive you.

Would we not, Demelza?

Judas, I could crown Ross.

He could hardly refuse. Sir Francis seemed most eager.

You don't understand, my father and brothers worked in his mines.

Now he'll be under my roof!

Do you suppose he'll send you to eat in the scullery?

I think I'd prefer it.

Prudie!

Oh, Prudie, make haste!

Oh, Judas, clear the table!

Sir Francis Basset is coming to tea.

What do we have?

Cakes, tarts, jellies?

Has there been any disturbance hereabouts?

We passed people on the road to Truro...

My dear, the vulgars are full of sound and fury but, believe me,

they would not dare take things further.

"My beloved Demelza,"

"this poem must suffice to reside next to your heart,"

"where I most long to be."

Brave of you to venture into enemy territory, my Lord,

given that George Warleggan is your man.

Well, he's shortly to be challenged by a new candidate.

Falmouth's nephew?

Armitage?

I'd not heard. Oh, sir, we...

bain't quite ready. Mistress is above, no need to go up,

she'll be down directly.

Sir.

"Lips to my lips unfold."

"Tale of our love is told..."

Today has been all I could wish.

"Hallowed by sea and sand..."

I beg you, never speak of this again.

"Beauty is in my hand."

Demelza! Our guests have arrived.

Where are they going? Truro Quay.

See for theyselves, if what I said is true.

Corn snatched from the mouths of our babes.

And sent to feed Portuguese dandies.

And, if it's true, then what?

You'll not turn back the tide.

Someone should.

Jago!

Jago! Curse the lad! There never was no argufying with 'im.

I'll go. I've longer legs.

Fear not. We'll fetch him home again.

Jago!

Come away, brother! 'Tis a fool's errand!

No-one asked ye to come along of I!

Go home if 'ee choose.

My Lord de Dunstanville,

is life much altered by your elevation to the peerage?

Oh, not in the least.

My dogs are as lazy and my daughter as wilful.

And will you now be less embroiled in more mundane matters of state?

Alas, no. I fear I'll be called upon all the more to pronounce judgment