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?

Your 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! - Mm-hm.

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 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!

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! 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.

Lips to my lips unfold

The tale of our love is told

Hallowed by sea and sand

Beauty was in my hand.

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 'ee been up to now, son?

Ah, the usual. Brawling, free-trading, attacking customs officials.

Have you both heard?

Wheal Kitty's closed. And Jane and Busy.

- Since when? - Since after banks in Truro shut they 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?

Are we to eat?

The price of grain is 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.

I 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.

That one nearly got me!

That was a big one.

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 Vale of Tears

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

- Praise be. - 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.

Oh, 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 feel 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.

Well, 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 b'aint quite ready.

Mistress is above. No need to go up. She'll be down directly.

Sir.

Lips to my lips unfold

The 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 was in my hand.

Demelza! Our guests have arrived.

- Where are they going? - Truro quay,

to see for theyselves if what I say it true.

Corn snatched from the mouths of our babes?

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 him.

I'll go. I have longer legs.

Fear not. We'll fetch him home again.

Jago!

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

No-one asked 'ee to come along with 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.

Will you be less embroiled in more mundane matters of state?

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

Particularly in these unruly times.

There she be!

And that's the grain!

When merchants flout the law and send grain abroad while people at home starve,

who will enforce that order?

No...

Here, stop that!

Those in governance who feel strongly about it.

Get back!

No!

Please stop! Argh!

I believe there are men of honour and conviction, my Lord.