

Episode 7
Season 4 Episode 7 | 53m 3sVideo has Closed Captions
A passing remark puts the Warleggans' domestic bliss under threat.
A passing remark puts the Warleggans' domestic bliss under threat, and deadly complications intrude on Ross and Demelza's London idyll. But there's a glimmer of hope for one deserving Cornwall couple.
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Episode 7
Season 4 Episode 7 | 53m 3sVideo has Closed Captions
A passing remark puts the Warleggans' domestic bliss under threat, and deadly complications intrude on Ross and Demelza's London idyll. But there's a glimmer of hope for one deserving Cornwall couple.
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Learn Moreabout PBS online sponsorshipLINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."
ADDERLEY: The name "Poldark" rings a bell.
Are you not in the House?
I don't recollect to see you there.
I seldom attend.
LINNEY: Previously on "Poldark"... DRAKE: I love 'ee still.
MORWENNA: Please go.
I am with child.
ROSS: Is it true that swans mate for life?
DWIGHT: I believe so.
ROSS: Or at least until a more handsome swan appears.
I'm with child.
This is wonderful news.
When may we expect?
I think... December.
I am a creature that needs variety.
London as well as Cornwall.
You wish me to come to London with you?
(laughing) LINNEY: "Poldark," ♪ (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ (laughing) You are worse than the children.
Do you wish they were here?
Not at this precise moment, no.
Well, at this rate, we'll soon be adding to their number.
(Demelza laughs) ♪ (laughter) (indistinct chatter) ♪ GEORGE: Everyone is at your beck and call-- myself included.
My love, the confinement is months away.
And I intend to lavish the best possible care upon you.
And as for this young man... Come and meet Aurelia.
Oh, Papa, thank you!
(chuckles) Okay, ready?
I also have a surprise for you.
And what might that be?
(chuckles quietly) A masked ball, in this house, to which the cream of London society will flock.
My dear, recollect how many times your invitations have not found the favor they deserve.
No, they have.
This will be a charity ball.
In aid of the foundling hospital.
Oh!
(chuckles) I see.
Well, in that case... Could there be a better way of announcing our return to London?
(toy cannons firing, people cheering) Now, for my next trick... (Demelza laughing, parrot squawking) ♪ (talking in background, cheering) ♪ First thing tomorrow we'll visit your tailor.
I have no tailor.
I've engaged one.
The finest!
Naturally.
My love, this is London.
One is required to look the part.
What part is that?
One half of the handsomest couple in town.
DEMELZA (voiceover): No wonder you stay so long in London.
(door closes) Life's all pleasure.
ROSS: Excellent, a charity ball.
Is George aspiring for sainthood now?
Are we to go?
Would you deprive him the pleasure of taking money from us?
Oh, Lord, I'm so tired, I could sleep for a week.
What if I have other plans for you?
♪ Granted, it don't look like much now, but there's a stream close by and Sawle have need of a blacksmith.
(scoffs): This blacksmith?
All in good time.
Cap'n Ross did once say, "Work is the thing.
"Not drink, not despair.
"But build a thing, mend a thing, "and even if there's hell in your heart, at the end of the day, ye'll feel better."
So let's build.
♪ LADY WHITWORTH: My daughter-in-law has always been unstable.
Lately she has become more erratic than ever, and...
I must tell you, I fear for the children.
You agree it will be best for all concerned, when the child is born, she be removed from this house and committed to an asylum?
Yes, your ladyship.
I was saying to Dr. Behenna, we must hope for a boy.
Girls are of no use to anyone.
I wonder if you realize how fortunate you are?
Without the kindness of the Whitworths, you'd be nothing but a common governess.
I was never in my life more happy than when I was a governess.
♪ COACHMAN: Whoa!
(servant calling names indistinctly) (salon music playing, guests talking) Ah.
Sir?
(chuckles) (salon music playing, guests talking) Captain and Mrs. Poldark.
(guests talking) Well, he could have saved himself the expense and donated it all to charity, but... that would defeat the object.
CAROLINE: Demelza.
You look wonderful.
Admiral and Mrs. Bannister.
You must be glad to have her with you at last.
Yes.
You couldn't know...
I scarcely knew myself at the time, but...
In the aftermath of... a certain event, I thought to put distance between myself and Demelza.
To try to make sense of it all.
And did you?
In part.
But distance creates as many problems as it solves.
Don't I know it.
And now I think what will serve us better is to spend more time together.
So despite everything, here we are.
You know how she loves a party.
GEORGE: Oh, the foundling hospital has long being dear to my heart... and my wife's, of course.
Everyone thinks of those poor, fatherless, abandoned infants.
Elizabeth is with child?
Had you not heard?
Of course.
Why would you?
DEMELZA: Who's that?
That is the scandalous Captain Monk Adderley.
My dear, you're a veritable goddess, and George is blessed amongst men.
And, I assure you, is entirely sensible of his good fortune.
(chuckles) Whatever you do, do not take him seriously.
ADDERLEY: Who's that with Poldark?
His kitchen maid.
Now his wife.
ADDERLEY: The hair's a touch provincial, but the rest is good.
Doubtless she's been dressed in London.
Then she must be undressed in London.
Have you ventured yourself?
Ah.
My tastes are more refined.
But if you have the stomach... (guests talking) Drommie, viens!
There's a fellow I'd like you to meet.
(talking indistinctly) My dear Poldark.
May I present my ward, Miss Andromeda Page.
ANDROMEDA: Delighted.
And this must be Mrs. Poldark.
Enchanté.
Shall we?
I'm as hungry as a cannibal.
Shall we seek some refreshment?
Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I'm engaged.
To whom?
My husband.
(chuckles) My dear, let me advise you, it is simply not the thing in London for married couples to eat together.
Oh.
I didn't, I didn't know.
Your husband knows the form.
Ross!
Captain Adderley seems ferocious for food.
Shall we eat together?
By all means.
So you find me ferocious.
Is it my reputation which alarms you?
I don't know of your reputation, sir.
Two things I like best.
To fight and to make love.
With the same person?
No... but on the same day.
One whets the appetite for the other.
(salon music playing) (sucking fingers) Admiring my buttons?
Observe in each a lock of hair.
A token from Miss Page?
A Lieutenant Framfield.
And a Captain Polger.
Both dispatched in a duel.
Mmm?
Of course there have been others.
But one does not usually linger to collect souvenirs.
Is not the punishment for dueling hanging?
I plead benefit of clergy.
Are you a clergyman?
A cleric.
I read and write.
Ah, here's Poldark, with my little Drommie.
Delicious body.
Drommie's, I mean.
Though I venture Poldark's has much to recommend it?
(laughs in shock) ANDROMEDA: Are you not afraid for your wife?
Not in the least.
She's a miner's daughter.
Lord, how mortifying.
Not for me.
I view her heritage with nothing but pride.
But how can you be sure she won't disgrace herself?
Being one of the vulgars?
Are we not all vulgars?
Do we not all share the same needs, hungers, pains?
Just what my father would have said.
But then he was a merchant.
Challenged me to a duel once.
I refused.
On the grounds that he wasn't a gentleman.
(laughs) Mrs. Poldark, shall we take a turn?
Yes, if you like.
(salon music playing) (guests laughing in background) How are you, Demelza?
I thank you, I'm well.
And yourself?
Surviving.
You're enchanting.
(chuckles) You're very kind.
As I hope you will be when we're finally alone.
I shall wait upon you.
When will your husband be out?
When I am.
ROSS: Adderley... you must return to Miss Page.
She's missing your attentions.
Do you know, Poldark, there's only one person I ever take instructions from?
That is myself.
Ross, Captain Adderley has kindly suggested he wait on us.
Which would be delightful, would it not?
But perhaps we should meet elsewhere?
For... for tea, or for cards.
An excellent thought.
Ross, Mrs. Gower's asking for you.
I shall send a note, Captain Adderley, confirming arrangements?
Shall we say Thursday?
♪ (salon music playing) Did she bite?
Nibbled.
GEORGE: I doubt that.
She's a virtuous woman.
ADDERLEY: And within a week, she will not be a virtuous woman.
Care to wager on it?
100 guineas to ten?
Longer odds I'm not prepared to offer, for if you win, you'll have all the fun.
No.
I perceive that if I win, it's you who'll be the more satisfied.
(salon music playing) (chuckling) Captain Adderley's a strange creature.
I think I'm a little afeared of him.
Then why agree to see more of him?
Did I do wrong?
I'd no wish to be discourteous.
Caroline said not to take him seriously.
Well, after Thursday, let's hope we've seen the last of him.
Wilbraham refuses to resign his seat.
So you cannot replace him with Adderley nor direct him to vote as you wish?
Precisely.
And here... 40 of the poorest-rate payers presume to demand favors in exchange for their vote.
Well, I've no intention of pandering to them.
I'm tempted to demolish their hovels altogether.
That would not be popular.
Unless you housed them elsewhere.
Outside the borough?
And no longer able to hold me to ransom.
Some derelict cottages, bought for a pittance, cheaply repaired?
Then no one could accuse me of inhumanity.
In fact, you could argue you're actually improving their lot.
Mama should've been a politician.
(chuckles quietly) ♪ (gamblers chatting, laughing) (indistinct chatter) (inaudible whispering) (indistinct talking) ♪ ADDERLEY: What are the chances?
That's my lucky number.
Captain Adderley... Monk.
That name seems not apt for a man of your disposition.
(laughs) You have an agile tongue... which I shall know what to do with in due course.
Next week, there is bound to be a late sitting in the House.
DEMELZA: Will you be present?
God forbid!
But your husband will.
Which is most convenient.
For us.
♪ ROSS: Does Adderley suppose I shall stand by and watch him cuckold me?
You think he has the slightest chance?
Ross?
No, I imagine not.
But you do imagine.
Because of Hugh, you have all manner of suspicion.
As if I would even look twice at such a man as Adderley!
Then make it clear that you would not.
How?
By not allowing him to paw every bone in your arm from wrist to shoulder.
Ross, what am I to do?
I'm in London for the first time, unacquainted with its ways.
A man pays me compliments, an educated, well-bred member of Parliament.
Do I turn my back and refuse to answer?
Or do I smack his face or spit on his shoe?
♪ Forgive me.
That was unfair of me.
Yes, it was.
It won't happen again.
(footsteps approaching) First a pocket borough, now a pocket MP.
Roger Wilbraham resigned?
He did not.
But in exchange for certain inducements, he has agreed to vote as I direct.
And at a cheaper rate than I would have paid Adderley.
Papa is very clever.
(chuckles) He most certainly is.
No, choose these.
(Ross sighs) (exhales) Oh, Ross, how lovely!
Larks-heel, mignonette, love-lies-bleeding, and some I've never seen before.
Perhaps you should read the note.
(footsteps approaching) Captain Adderley?
Shall I throw them in the gutter?
Oh, you think?
Could we not keep 'em?
As you wish.
(sighs) ♪ I only thought it would be a sin to waste 'em.
But now I wonder, did it give Ross the wrong notion?
Ross is no fool.
He could hardly feel threatened by an idiot like Adderley.
You think?
There's no comparison.
For instance, at this very moment, where is Ross?
In the House.
Exactly.
Doing his duty at an important vote.
Whereas Adderley will be making a nuisance of himself in some disreputable establishment or other.
(horses whinnying, carriage rumbling) Welcome, my dear.
(door closes) You've kept me waiting, but no matter.
The pleasure will be all the greater.
How did you...?
Mrs. Parkins.
I said I was your brother.
I'm sorry, Captain Adderley, but...
I must ask you to leave.
I see my flowers have pride of place.
(exhales sharply) Captain Adderley, I'm a married woman.
Oh, yes, I'm quite aware.
And I've stationed a man outside, who'll delay your husband long enough to let me slip away.
So... shall we come to the matter?
Or would you prefer to converse awhile?
Shall we talk of the men I've killed?
Or the women I've loved?
Must we speak of love at all?
Oh, I think so.
For I intend to instruct you most delicately in it.
You see?
How swiftly I arouse you?
You flatter yourself.
Do I?
Let me assure you, this is no trivial fancy.
I find you... utterly bewitching.
Tell me, do you cry out when a man takes you?
I must ask you to leave.
Have you ever had another man besides your husband?
Sir!
Are you a gentleman?
I hope so!
Then forgive me-- I am unsure of London manners, but is it not a gentleman's duty to withdraw when a lady asks him?
Only when the gentleman has already been in.
(ringing bell) Mrs. Parkins will show you out.
May I wait on you some other time?
I think not.
(chuckles) I see.
It's not me you're afraid of, but your husband.
Does he beat you?
Frequently.
When his arm gets tired, tell him to send for me.
Good night, ma'am.
(footsteps descending stairs) DEMELZA (voiceover): You think I encouraged him.
Do you think you encouraged him?
I don't know, Ross.
Since the ball, I can't rightly say if anything I do is right or wrong.
What must I do, Ross?
How must I behave?
You know very well how to behave.
(exhales in frustration) ♪ (breathing shakily) (members talking indistinctly) (laughter) Sir, you'll risk losing your seat?
Would you guard it for me?
Certainly.
(exhales) This seat is bespoke.
Well, now it is.
(members talking) You're a relative novice, Poldark, so let me advise you: there's no such thing in the House as "my seat."
Is there such a thing as "my gloves"?
Because you appear to be sitting on them.
ADDERLEY: My dear, you're mistook.
Why would I wish to touch any of your worn possessions?
♪ I do beg your pardon.
My gloves were indeed beneath you.
Or was it the other way around?
(members murmuring) ♪ ADDERLEY (voiceover): Sir, the insult you paid me in the House was of a nature which brooks no apology.
I therefore desire you to meet me at dawn in Hyde Park on Thursday with a brace of pistols.
My second will be John Craven... DWIGHT (voiceover): "...and I desire this matter be kept secret... for reasons which will be plain to you."
Well, it's absurd!
Over a brief skirmish in the House?
Obviously you'll ignore it.
I've already accepted.
Ross, are you mad?
The man's a renowned duelist.
He's killed five men!
So have I.
In a duel?
With pistols?
I will practice tomorrow.
Of course you know why I'm here.
To ask me to be your second?
I accept.
Thank you.
Because then I have the right to use my best endeavors to have this whole sorry nonsense called off!
On what grounds would you agree to withdraw?
Ross, for God's sake!
Does Demelza know?
No, nor must Caroline.
Tomorrow I plan a day of distractions.
Demelza will be so tired, she'll sleep late the morning after.
Ross, I beg you, reconsider.
These affairs can never be hushed up.
And if your involvement is even suspected, you would lose everything.
♪ (gunshot, bullet whizzing) (gunshots, bullets whizzing) (actors talking indistinctly, audience laughing) (pistol cocks) (gunshot echoes) (gunshot, bullet whizzing) ♪ (gunshot, bullet ricocheting) ♪ (audience laughter) (actor talking indistinctly) ♪ (yawning) Ross, you must take Demelza home.
We've completely exhausted her.
ROSS: Yes, quite right.
I spoke with Craven.
Adderley will not withdraw.
If anything, he's more stubborn than you.
I could have told you that.
Ross, go to him.
Tell him you've no interest in false heroics.
You're a veteran of the American War.
If he calls you a coward, people'll only laugh at him.
(birds chirping) ♪ (seagulls squawking) (waves crashing) ♪ Sleep well?
Like a baby.
Knowing that my dearest friend is about to indulge in an act of utter madness.
(scoffs) Let's not overdramatize, Dwight.
but if his aim is better than mine-- which is likely-- may I ask that you and Caroline take care of Demelza and the children?
There is still time to come to an accommodation.
ADDERLEY: As God is my judge, thought you'd scuttled back to Cornwall.
Captain Adderley, No one knows of this encounter but ourselves.
You have nothing to lose and everything to gain by looking on it as a superficial quarrel, not worthy of bloodshed.
Shake hands, you both go home to a hearty breakfast.
Very well.
If Captain Poldark will apologize now and undertake to send me a written apology couched in suitable terms...
I might consider it.
Though I should think very ill of him if he did.
Well?
Ross?
My only regret is that I apologized in the first place.
We're wasting time.
It must all be over before the city wakes.
Have you your pistols, gentlemen?
♪ (sighs) (quietly): Forgive me, my love.
♪ Ross?
It's time.
ADDERLEY: A moment.
No one knows of this duel but we four?
Yes.
So if I should wound or kill you, I shall waste no time inquiring after your health but shall ride away as fast as I can.
If... by mischance you should injure me, I suggest you do likewise.
And the injured party's been set upon by footpads.
Agreed.
I should hate to languish in jail for shedding your blood, my dear.
CRAVEN: Gentlemen, if you please?
14 paces.
I shall count.
♪ One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, 14.
Attend.
Present.
Fire!
(gunshots) DWIGHT: Enough!
Honor is satisfied!
Lay down your pistols and go home now.
(pistols cocking) (pistols fire, grunts) DWIGHT: Ross!
(grunting) Adderley, is he... CRAVEN: Dr. Enys!
Help me!
ROSS: Go!
Go to him, go.
Get something round your arm or you'll bleed to death.
(grunting in pain) (Dwight struggling) (panting) Blasted pistols!
Damn near missed you altogether.
Where's Craven gone?
To get a carriage.
You get off, Poldark, that's what we agreed.
I'll stay till the carriage comes.
You idiot!
No time for heroics.
Wish I'd shot your head off.
Can you ride home?
Then go-- Adderley's right, Craven might come back with the Watch.
I'll stay till the carriage arrives.
ADDERLEY: Damn you, Poldark, damn and blast you to all eternity.
Adderley?
Hold this.
I'll come with you.
And I.
No.
Fair is fair.
Conditions have been observed.
Go home and send for a physician.
DWIGHT: Can you manage?
I'll come to you presently.
Help.
(grunting) Ross!
Get away from this place.
The Watch will be here any minute.
Under the arms, quickly.
(door opens, footsteps on stairs) Judas!
Ross!
Drink this.
Dwight!
Adderley-- how is he?
I extracted the ball.
It was lodged in the groin.
Will he live?
(groaning) Demelza, fetch me some water.
(panting) (grunting) The ball's hit a splinter off the radius.
I'll have to take that piece of bone out.
Demelza, have you brandy?
Forget the brandy.
Do what you must.
DWIGHT: As you wish.
Stay very still.
(Ross gasping in pain) (groaning) (panting) DWIGHT: Stay still!
(groaning) It's done.
Demelza, you look as if you would faint.
Pour yourself a brandy.
(exhales) ♪ To the prime minister.
Requesting an audience.
But how could you ever hope for such a thing?
Because, my dear, he's in need of votes.
And I now have two to place at his disposal.
DEMELZA: Why did Ross do this?
Did they not quarrel over me?
Ross and I were happy.
I was, I was excited.
Everything was so new, but... Maybe I'm too free, my manners too open.
Jeez, why did I come?
My dear, you might visit London 20 times without this happening.
Take heart it's no worse.
(knock at door) DWIGHT: Stay here, it may be the Watch.
♪ Adderley is dead.
Dear God!
Oh, Judas!
He's given out that he was practicing in the park with pistols and accidentally shot himself.
(exhales) He asked Craven to write that you were a damned fool to stay in the park until the carriage came, for now there is a witness.
Adderley paid him ten guineas to stop his mouth.
Therefore you now owe Adderley that sum.
He wishes for the debt to be paid to George Warleggan.
In settlement of a wager.
Concerning myself?
He does not say.
(members talking) Why the somber looks?
Did somebody die?
(chuckles) ELIZABETH: "Death by misadventure"?
So an accident.
GEORGE: Of course not!
The inquest verdict must and will be overturned.
On what grounds?
On the grounds that he was murdered in a duel... by Ross.
Do we know this?
What we know is that Ross is wounded and confined to his chamber.
What further proof is required?
Why has he not been arrested already?
And yet... forgive me, dear, I've as much wish as you to see justice done, but has anyone actually accused Ross of anything?
Did Adderley?
No!
He claimed his wounds were self-inflicted.
And that his great friend Craven "just happened to be passing."
And that Enys was miraculously strolling in the park at the same ungodly hour.
Then what more can be said?
The carriage driver.
What attempts have been made to trace him?
My dear, why do you care?
There's nothing to be done.
As I understand it, once a verdict has been reached, it cannot be overturned.
No.
♪ Dr. Behenna believes you have suffered greatly since your miscarriage.
He's mistaken.
I believe it was for the best.
I could not have loved the child.
I would have been prevented from loving it.
It would have been taken from me as John Conan has been.
Dr. Behenna believes you have lost your wits and has arranged for you to go to a place where they can be recovered.
How very kind of him, ma'am.
(sighs) ♪ (indistinct chatter) You know who that is?
Sir John Mitford?
The attorney general.
My uncle and he were at the Inns of Court together.
(whispers): Introduce me.
And what do you make of this sad demise of one of our most promising young politicians, Captain Monk Adderley?
A particular friend of ours.
And to think of his being so callously murdered...
I believe the verdict was "misadventure."
Yes, my dear, but no one actually believes that.
SIR JOHN: Oh, you mean this, um, this story of a duel?
Yes, what's the other fellow's name?
Poldark.
A despicable creature.
Right, but then so was Adderley.
A pity they didn't kill each other, eh?
(chuckling) Well, sir, they did not.
And, and, and should Poldark now go free, without even being charged?
My dear, can you expect Sir John to pursue every criminal in the land?
In any case, there's no suggestion this... Poldark fellow didn't shoot him in fair fight.
But dueling is illegal, sir.
The law decrees it differs not one jot from ordinary murder.
Yes, as it happens, sir, I am acquainted with the law.
If a man is killed in a duel, his opponent shall be indicted for murder.
The law, however, demands evidence.
Rumor and suspicion are notoriously unreliable when they go into the witness box.
When you have more to go on than drawing-room gossip, do let me know.
♪ Well, my friend, it appears you will not after all be challenging Tholly to a hook-fight.
Oh, Dwight, thank God!
But if you'll take my advice-- as soon as you're fit to travel, return to Cornwall.
The law could still move against you if witnesses come to light.
But it will easier do so here than 300 miles away.
Heed him, Ross.
I appreciate your concern.
But...?
If I flee it will seem to confirm my guilt, so I'll remain here.
(door closes) GEOFFREY CHARLES: Hello?
What's this I hear?
Uncle Ross has been shooting off his own hand?
(chuckles) It appears I'm not the only Poldark who knows how to misbehave.
(hammering) (birds chirping) (metallic scraping) Drake?
(sickle clangs) I came because...
I want to explain... why I shunned you after Osborne died.
It was too soon.
I see that now.
No matter how unhappy you were, he was your husband...
He was an animal... who... who abused me in every possible way.
I was nothing to him but an object to satisfy his lust.
So when he died, and you came to me... all I could see was a man.
(exhales) And all that we had with each other, all that was beautiful, and all that was true, was turned in my mind to baseness.
So I cannot look on love... on carnal love without revulsion.
If your hands touched me, I would think of his hands.
If you kissed me, I would think of his mouth.
And the thought of... and the thought of flesh, any flesh, against my own... Forgive me.
Forgive me, I can never... Morwenna!
♪ GEORGE: Every time, he wriggles off the hook.
Is our happiness contingent on his demise?
Or your rise contingent on his fall?
This came for you.
(tearing envelope) The prime minister's office.
He will meet me next week.
(exhales) And I will know what price to name for my two votes.
The right to address my wife as Lady Warleggan.
A knighthood?
And in a few years, a baronetcy, which my son will inherit.
(door opens) Ah.
This is a pleasant family scene.
How was the museum, my love?
Most diverting, Mama.
The mummies especially!
Perhaps next time, I can take Valentine.
ELIZABETH: Valentine, leave Aurelia now, it's time for your supper.
I think he's going to fight a duel!
GEOFFREY CHARLES: Lord, why have I never noticed this before?
What?
Is he not the very spitting image of Uncle Ross?
(laughing) ♪ GEOFFREY CHARLES: Faster, Valentine.
Faster.
(toy gun clicks) (imagined gunshot echoes) (rocking horse creaking echoes) ♪ (fire crackling) CAROLINE: Poor Horace wonders why he must be abandoned.
Poor Horace knows that I've already stayed longer than intended and must return to my patients.
Horace wonders why Dr. Enys cannot find it in his heart to love London as he does?
Horace knows that he and I are of different breeds.
At times our habits coincide.
At others they do not.
Is this not what we chose when we pledged ourselves to each other?
(fire crackling) Perhaps Horace will return to Cornwall sooner than he thought.
Perhaps he will.
(utensils clinking) (clears throat) (indistinct chatter, laughter) I knew it was too soon to be out and about.
Folk would've forgot if you'd stayed out of sight, but now... Shall we take some refreshments?
I must speak with George.
DWIGHT: Ross, No.
No, Ross.
I think this might not be the time.
I promised Adderley.
George!
As you may know, I had a meeting with your friend... Captain Adderley.
And before he died, he asked me to convey a message.
Concerning?
The sum of ten guineas.
(coins clinking) I understand he made some wager with you, which he lost.
He requested that I pay you on his behalf.
(coins clinking) (coins clinking) (grunts) (Ross panting, people murmuring) ELIZABETH: I cannot imagine... What's happened?
Is there something I can do?
No, Ross.
There's nothing you can do.
(laughter in background) Ross... No.
No, what?
I have no idea why George was so vicious towards me.
'Tis not what I wanted to ask.
What, then?
Whether you truly feel safe.
From the law, I mean.
I feel safe.
And your arm?
Is mending.
♪ It will all seem better in the morning.
(tapping on inkwell) ♪ (pen scratching) ♪ (exhales) (grunts) Demelza?
(water sloshing) DEMELZA (voiceover): My dearest Ross, by the time you read this, I will be gone.
Dwight is returning Cornwall, and I'm going with him.
I'm out of my depth in London society.
My wish to be friendly and polite was taken by some to mean something more.
♪ It was even taken by you to mean something more.
I'm going home.
To your house and your farm and your mine and your children.
And when you return, we'll see if there's anything to be done.
(paper rustling) ♪ LINNEY: Next time on "Masterpiece"... What do you want, George?
ELIZABETH: He is your child.
You never will let go of your suspicions.
ROSS: You have wealth, power, position... What is life if ye live it alone?
(screaming in pain) ROSS: I have no intention of ruining your evening.
GEORGE: You have ruined more than that!
LINNEY: "Poldark," the season finale, next time on "Masterpiece."
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