Poldark

Sentenced to three months' hard labour.

I must go, until December.

In December I come of age.

George Warleggan has my promissory note.

By Christmas, I must find ã1,400.

Or else?

We lose everything we own and I go to debtors' prison.

You will never again set foot in my house,

nor approach me, or my family.

We are no longer your friends.

Your great-nephews are digging their own graves.

'Tis never copper.

Yes, I think it may be.

But a piece of my heart will always be yours,

as a piece of yours will always be mine.

I don't wonder Ross loves you.

Do you suppose he still does?

Ahh!

Why the hell didn't you learn to swim?

Still can't get used to Mr Francis bein' gone.

It breaks my heart to think of him all fired up

about those rock samples.

When in the end 'twas only quartz, with schorl and iron oxide mixed.

Fool's copper.

Fool's copper.

Leaving his widow with nothing but debt and shares in a failing mine.

I'm to Trenwith to see Elizabeth.

Is Verity's company not enough for her?

He comes to take Geoffrey Charles to the mine.

And you?

I'm trustee of my son's shares in Wheal Grace,

which is why Ross brings me weekly reports.

Sometimes twice weekly.

Uncle Ross is here, Mama.

Who else can I depend on?

Is it done?

"Mr Poldark, I give you notice that your promissory note

"for ã1,000 plus interest at 40%,

"will fall due and must be paid in full".

The day after Christmas.

Do they serve plum pudding in debtors' prison?

CARY CHUCKLES

Will you take my coat?

I do not feel the cold.

I think you do.

At any rate, you used to.

At any rate, it's warmer than Trenwith.

I must learn to grow a thicker skin.

Can you?

Sometimes.

I miss Francis.

I miss him too.

I never thought him the most practical of men,

yet now I realise how much he dealt with.

Matters of finance, the estate, the servants -

decisions which now fall to me.

Do not hesitate to call upon me, Elizabeth.

Oh, I do, more often than I should.

You have your own home and wife and child.

You seek to share my troubles, yet never tell me your own.

What of your debts?

The promissory note, which fell into George's hands?

Don't trouble yourself.

The sum was much exaggerated.

And the mine? How long can we continue with such poor yield?

For your sake and his, I will squeeze out every last drop

before it defeats us.

Uncle Ross looks after us so well.

Where would we be without him?

Oi, Maid, even your oils and brittles?

Not a word to Ross.

I don't want him thinkin' I fear the worst.

Ee do fear th' worst.

If he go to prison, we'll need more 'n a few tetties t' see us through.

Hush your creenin'.

If this be his last Christmas here for a while,

then I mean t' make it a goodly one.

Dr Enys.

Is it anyone we know?

Nay, sir.

Say it may be from the Parthesia -

it was wrecked last night off St Ann's.

A cryin' waste of life, don't 'ee think, Dr Enys?

I do indeed, Rosina.

Take Rosina home. I'll see him buried.

Nay, Rosina, 'tis needful 'ee take my arm,

for fear thy lipsy leg do buckle beneath 'ee.

Oh, yes, Pascoe's asked to see me.

He's received word from the Warleggans

regarding my promissory note.

Could we not appeal to our wealthier friends,

at least to save you from debtors' prison?

Speak to people.

That's not how I work.

So it's against your principles? Nay, Ross, 'tis against your pride!

This stew is excellent.

Of course.

It's obvious.

- SHE SCREAMS - What do 'ee do to 'er?

Rosina, can you stand?

Don't be afraid. I'll be here to catch you.

Nay, surgeon, if anyone shall, 'tis I.

I think...

I believe.

What did 'ee do?

'Tis all mended. There be no pain.

There was a displacement.

You've had it so long, the muscles have withered and caused inflammation.

I'll put a bandage on it for now,

but soon you'll be able to manage without.

'Tis a miracle.

No.

Basic anatomy.

There seem to be soldiers everywhere.

Events across in France make the gentry nervous.

Events along the coast make the gaugers watchful.

- Has it arrived? - As expected.

The full amount, with interest.

I did enquire whether the Warleggans...

I can guess the response.

Quite so.

It's to be paid six weeks hence,

the day after Christmas.

How are you, Tonkin?

Good of you to call, Cap'n.

Few others do.

You've no notion how much your visits have helped me through.

Not to mention this.

Bless you, sir.

When do you expect to be released?

Soon after Christmas.

Then it will be your turn to visit me.

George Warleggan has a bill of mine which I cannot pay.

Surely you have assets?

Your shares in Wheal Leisure?

- Does the mine not prosper? - My shares are worth about ã600.

Not even half of what I owe.

Besides, I would not give them the satisfaction.

Then you will suffer.

Then I will suffer.

Ah, Miss Penvenen?

Captain Poldark.

Seven months away has given me an appetite for such sights.

And doubtless they for you.

I was most grieved to hear of your cousin's death.

Thank you.

We miss him greatly.

He was your partner in the mine, I believe?

Were you able to continue the venture?

It goes on.

Profitably?

Not profitably.

And how is Dr Enys?

A worker of miracles.

I just came through Sawle and I heard tell of his curing

a village girl of her lameness.

Rosina Hoblyn?

You know her?

Of her. How was it done?

No doubt Dr Enys will enlighten you soon enough.

Did you know Caroline had returned?

ENYS CLEARS THROAT

As a matter of fact, yes.

The attachment's bad,

I know, and it's my weakness, but I cannot shake it.

No doubt it will end badly and I'll have my just deserts.

Possibly, but it seems fate does as it pleases...

..and it has nothing to do with strength or weakness shown.

Take Francis.

Was there ever a sorrier or less deserved end?

To walk out of this house and in an hour, to drown like a dog in a well?

And for nothing.

That's what I most deplore - the wanton, useless waste of it.

The quirks of fate which make nonsense of all our striving.

95 years of age - what do you think of that?

I think it's high time the coffin-maker

started taking measurements.

Head of the family, mistress of this house.

And so I intend to remain.

Good luck with that, old hag.

Elizabeth.

You look pale. Are you unwell?

I've brought a small token for my godson. I know you'll

accept nothing for yourself.

Well, I...

Are you looking forward to Christmas?

I wish I were.

Entertaining on a grand scale is not my preference,

but my uncle's very thick with Tony Boscoigne, and no doubt

there's some scheme afoot to throw me under the hooves of his sisters.

Or so your mother believes.

You've seen her?

Oh, I'd not intended to mention.

I have, on occasion, over the last few months,

prevailed upon her to dine with me.

You know how much I admire her.

She speaks very highly of you.

She has shared with me certain concerns.

Oh?

In the wake of Francis...