LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."
ROSS: This man had Bannantine killed.
Accident at Wheal Plenty.
LINNEY: Previously on "Poldark."
CARY: I've taken the decision to close the mine.
And the livelihoods of those who survived?
MORWENNA: Would you tell me how John Conan is?
LADY WHITWORTH: It is best that both parties forget the other exists.
GEOFFREY CHARLES: She would have made it her business to love anyone I admire.
DWIGHT: Sir George requires kindness and patience.
ROSS: Perhaps he'd care to fund his stepson's first year at Military Academy?
WICKHAM: The crown requires you to make amends.
DEMELZA: Spy on Ned and Kitty?
I've no intention of doing it.
LINNEY: "Poldark," right now, on "Masterpiece."
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bells tolling, indistinct chatter) WICKHAM: So, having been at Westminster two months...
But I am an MP.
Leaving Despard behind in Cornwall.
He was disinclined to share Bannantine's fate.
As you seem disinclined to carry out the task I assigned you.
There's nothing to report.
Ned is law-abiding, uncomplaining.
His only wish is to return to Honduras.
And serve his country.
Is there really no way that can be managed?
There might be.
If he behaves himself until parliament resumes.
And if he did not, you would of course inform me.
I assure you, sir.
He's a changed man.
I hope you're right.
I wish you a speedy return to Cornwall.
♪ ♪ GEOFFREY CHARLES: Sweet Cornish air.
How I welcome it.
At Marlow, my billet stinks of boot polish and feet.
(chuckling) DRIVER: Whoa.
CECILY: I thank you.
Gentleman, an unexpected encounter.
(carriage door shuts) (driver encourages horses) Have you been in London?
An odious place.
On "shipping matters," no doubt?
The usual cargo?
Those of us with an unsentimental view of the trade see it for what it is.
A necessary means to a desirable end.
So what brings you to Truro again?
Do you expect to find slaves here?
What would you call the poor devils who work in your mines?
(grumbles) How are the Colonel and Mrs. Despard?
Planning their return to Honduras, I trust.
Is that on the cards?
Very much so.
Why is she not here?
Why is she not here?
Where is she?
Where would she go?
Where is my Elizabeth?
(people chattering) (laughing) Is this not a welcome sight!
Let me look at you.
These absences try me hard.
Well, now you have a brace of Poldarks to make up for it.
How are our guests?
(sighs) Kitty seem a little subdued.
NED: Welcome home, friend.
(laughing) (sighs) You have a reception committee.
I give you-- six households in Sawle evicted for nonpayment of rent.
All former workers at Wheal Plenty.
Scurvy in Grambler and no fresh fruit to be had.
And all the poor relief in Cornwall cannot get a fixed price for grain.
No change there.
Forgive me, I must beg your indulgence awhile.
You're disaffected, I know, but if you give me your, your names and grievances, I'll make it my business to attend them.
There you are, sir.
DEMELZA: Is the world set to rights?
Not yet, but I've given out that from noon tomorrow, anyone with a complaint should seek me here.
A member who listens to his constituents?
That's a novel idea.
Do you think George'll do the like?
If George won't go to his people, perhaps the people should hunt him down.
(tankards clink) GEOFFREY CHARLES: It's a wishing well.
Put your hand to the water, close your eyes, say "Father, Son, and Holy Ghost" and then your wish is granted.
Let's test your theory.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Guess what I wished for.
No, you mustn't tell.
For then it won't come true.
I'm ravenous, shall we go to Nampara?
GEORGE (voiceover): Why is she not here?
It's-- it's so unlike her.
We have things to discuss.
She knows her opinion is essential to me.
Let the grounds be searched.
Let her be found, brought back.
I cannot go forward without her.
There's no point, no sense, no reason, no cause.
Why do you delay?
Go and find her!
My wish came true!
I wished for cake.
You never question why she's here?
Is it not obvious?
NED: Or convenient?
The daughter of the man who had Bannantine killed?
We do not know of his involvement.
But we know he's connected.
So now here she is in our midst.
Talk about the "sins of the fathers."
Yes, let us do so, for those sins have not been paid for.
When will he be held to account?
(shushes) When your return to Honduras has been secured.
If ever that is.
ROSS: As I've told you, I'm assured it's only a matter of time.
Do you truly believe it?
KITTY: Oh, to think of it.
To be home at last.
NED: With a sense of purpose.
Here, have some.
(sighs) No, my love.
I've no appetite.
You're wasting away.
(gasps) (chuckling) I didn't want it anyway.
I missed you, Papa.
Oh, and I you, my boy.
(George sobbing upstairs) BESSIE (to Ursula): Come on then.
(sobbing continues) ♪ ♪ (waves crashing) (people chattering) Good day, children.
CHILDREN: Good day, Mrs. Carne.
Won't you come in?
Good day, Hanna.
'Tis a fine thing for them to be learnin' together, instead of singly, as Master Geoffrey did.
And John Conan.
Lady Whitworth will not have him mix with other children.
Better to preserve the Whitworth rank.
Today, my dears, we'll be learning about trees.
I'll be an hour or two at most.
I called to see how Kitty is.
DEMELZA: Not fond of physicians.
DWIGHT: Even friendly ones?
My wife has a generous heart, and chooses to see the best in people.
An admirable quality which I do not possess.
So let me advise you, if you value your tenure here... Oh, I do, sir.
Give her no cause to regret it.
Or you'll answer to me.
(Ross encourages horse, horse snorts) KITTY: You're very kind, but I often suffer these little malaises.
I just sit quiet and let them pass.
And do they?
I had six patients in Sawle, then I called at Nampara.
Is someone sick?
Though she denies it.
To what purpose?
The mistaken belief that she must be strong?
She, like anyone, has frailties.
A woman of her intelligence and spirit, condemned to servitude till Ned took her as his equal.
And then to be thrust into society, which is so quick to judge, so harsh and unforgiving.
I pity her.
Almost as much as you admire her.
She's faced many hurdles with grace and fortitude.
Who would fail to admire her?
I must go out again.
Well, Horace, I fear you and I are too frivolous.
We live a life unencumbered by struggle.
And Dr. Enys admires struggle.
How can we hope to compete?
SAM: Blessed Lord, we pray for the folk and the livelihoods lately lost in the mine disaster.
May Wheal Plenty rise again that it may give us means to build our school and prosper once more.
DEMELZA: There you go, as promised.
VILLAGER: Bless you again, for saving our Billy.
Our rescue heroics aside, you poor relief won't suffice to let these people survive.
SAM: Warleggans offered to help us yet?
Only a matter of time.
Keep that safe.
Here, that'll keep you warm.
BOY: Thank you, sir.
Yes, I will take over Sir George's case.
On one condition.
I must be given free rein.
Dr. Penrose insisted... Dr. Penrose's methods were primitive in the extreme.
His aim was to break Sir George.
Mine is to mend him.
And to that end, I insist upon no locked doors, plenty of fresh air, sunlight, wholesome food, and company.
Sir George has taken refuge in a world of shadows.
He needs to learn that it is safe to return to this one.
(inhales sharply) I need hardly remind you, your absolute discretion is...
By my oath as a physician and as a gentleman.
VILLAGER: The Colonel said the wealthy should be held to account.
ROSS: The Colonel can be overhasty.
I will do what I can for you.
Thank you very much, Mr. Stevens.
(mumbles quietly) WOMAN: It's the price of grain.
I've made a note.
(indistinct chatter, laughter) Sam and Rosina?
Do 'ee like the notion?
I like any addition to the family.
'Tis the only one you're like to get.
Morwenna keeps her distance still?
Sometimes I think she's afeared.
Not of love itself.
Even one born of violation.
Can a mother truly forget a son she birthed?
She had no choice but to give up John Conan.
The head might say so.
But the heart?
(gasps) (holding back tears) (shuddering breaths) CARY: What an unexpected pleasure to see you both.
My nephew is much taken up with matters of business.
So forgive him if he seems a thought distracted.
RALPH: Well, I'm most keen to conclude our venture ahead of any competition.
I never knew a man be so absorbed in business matters.
Well, not necessarily a fault.
How long ago did Sir George lose his wife?
He must feel the loss keenly.
His, er, finer feelings mourn her passing.
But now he looks to the future.
And a new wife.
I'm happy for him.
But do you know the lady?
Yes, I do.
(exhales sharply) ♪ ♪ NURSEMAID: Oh, well done!
(John Conan giggling) (indistinct chatter) Can you pass it to me?
Oh, how good, now pass it to me now.
Throw it back.
(short, sharp exhalations) (John Conan and nursemaid chattering playfully) (exhales heavily) TESS: Nay, but do folks hereabouts not despair?
That the day'll never come when justice serve the commons as well as the rich?
Injustice is not restricted to the poor, believe me.
But, yes, they feel it more keenly and should be championed.
TESS: In words or deeds?
For can change ever come through words alone?
If there are ears to hear...
But otherwise deeds?
NED: And sometimes violent ones.
That should only be as a last resort, but sometimes it is a necessary evil.
(whispering): Have a care.
You may be taken at your word.
Have you forgot where we are?
This is not London.
Do you suppose there are spies here?
ROSS: I think it's wise to assume they're everywhere.
Let's be gone.
TESS: I'd see us go the way of the French.
The commons arise and bring the betters down.
Reckon I best be getting back to Mistress Hoity-Toity High and Mighty Poldark.
(laughs) TESS: Don' 'ee be giving me the squinny eye, mister.
Are you acquainted with the Poldarks and Despards?
What if I am?
Would you like a glass of port?
So, Ned Despard must be the new messiah after the mine rescue.
All the rags and tatters flock to him.
Hold him in high regard as they hold Warleggans in contempt.
But the people will surely rise soon.
(coins clanking) I may have a task for you.
I thought you'd like to know that my father's chosen me a husband.
Who is the fortunate soul?
I believe you're acquainted.
(laughing): Excellent jest.
Is he a comical man?
You cannot mean it.
He would not love you.
(scoffing): Love me?
What has love to do with anything?
It has everything to do.
Surely you must see, you cannot marry him.
Who must I marry, then?
Marry me, I love you.
I... (stammering): I love you.
Why would you say that?
Why would you ruin our friendship?
(birds chirping) Halt.
(horse whinnying) Who goes there?
Friend or foe?
Advance, friend, and be recognized.
Are you out here alone?
What would your father say if he were home?
He is home.
(amused): Ask George to sell you Wheal Plenty?
He'll likely refuse, but at least I can try.
And what of your complainants?
What do they seek?
Work, means, justice, hope.
(sighs) What struck me afresh was just how ill-equipped they are to deal with such blows.
And our school could remedy that, were it not so small and serve so few.
You know, Ned agrees with me.
Where is he?
Oh, he's gone straight to bed.
He was somewhat tipsy.
And somewhat free with his tongue today.
Truro is not London, and no one here will report him, but...
He should be on his guard.
As I've told him.
Do you think he listened?
If he's anything like you... Apple pie.
(Horace barking) Has the mystery sufferer summoned you again?
My love, you know I cannot discuss my patients.
(horse galloping) DWIGHT (surprised): Ross, what brings you here?
I've come to make George an offer.
I'd say now is not the time.
Is he unwell?
CARY: Doctor... We shall be out for the morning.
I came to see Sir George.
To what purpose?
To make an offer for Plenty.
(scoffs): You couldn't afford it.
Name your price.
(birds cawing) (horse nickers) You were her first love.
And she, mine.
But life had other plans for us.
I joined the army.
And she, thinking me dead... Married my father.
Was it the right choice?
It produced you, did it not?
But for you?
Because it left me with a different choice.
And that choice saved me.
Cecily is to wed.
Does that distress you?
On two counts.
One, because I realize, to my cost, that I... Love her?
And two, because her intended... (sardonic chuckle) her intended... Dear God, the twisted quirk of fate that gives the girl I love to the man I loathe.
Is that why Hanson's been lurking in Cornwall?
I certainly wouldn't wish him as a father-in-law.
But the engagement is-is certain?
And equally certain are her feelings for me.
I am her friend.
No doubt you think me a baby.
(chuckles) First love may not be a lasting love, but nothing will ever cut quite so deeply again.
(indistinct chatter, metallic hammering) DWIGHT: A little further.
Take my arm.
This will not be easy.
But it is a necessity.
But I saw her only yesterday.
In your memory.
And memory should be cherished.
But not mistaken for what is real.
However painful that may be.
Pain is powerful.
It reminds us that we are alive.
We cannot avoid it, nor should we try.
But she-she could have avoided it.
She need not have left me.
I could have forgiven her anything but that.
What was there to forgive?
The child, the child!
She need not have had it.
I-I wanted it, of course, but I would have loved her regardless.
But she was determined.
And the child killed her.
The child is guiltless.
There is no fault in any of this.
But no blame.
♪ ♪ (distant bell tolling) (birds twittering) (bell tolling) ♪ ♪ (child laughing) (both laughing, birds twittering) (bell tolling continues) ♪ ♪ (gasps) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (laughs) Good day, John.
Do you remember me?
Are you a friend of Grandmama?
But I can be a friend of yours.
♪ ♪ NURSEMAID: John Conan, where are you?
♪ ♪ What is your view, Horace?
Should husbands and wives have secrets from each other?
Horace knows there are many reasons why spouses keep secrets.
If one is a physician, for instance.
Or had cause to protect the other.
But when does protection become deception?
But perhaps Dr. Enys thinks deception is the better part of valor?
(laughing) Perhaps he does.
Folks be sayin' that in the West Indies there be no distinction betwixt masters an' servants.
(scoffs) I wish that were true!
What is true is that when I was governor, we all labored together.
Gentry and commons, freed slaves and convicts, outlaws and rebels.
It can be done.
It can be done.
I believe 'ee.
And perhaps Warleggans need learn that lesson.
(clears throat) (exhales) (birds twittering) DEMELZA: I've been thinking of poor Geoffrey Charles.
Would you wish George on anyone?
But if he've a mind to wed, maybe he'll have a mind to reopen Plenty?
Owing to a surge of high spirits and generosity?
There is another option.
(Pascoe laughing heartily) (laughing continues) (chuckles) How much?
Well, the price is somewhat inflated.
It's twice the value!
Here is a list of my assets.
And even if they weren't-- to venture all on such a purchase?
You, you have everything to lose and what would you gain?
A working mine?
You already have one!
Oh, I'm well aware of your motives, and don't think I don't applaud them.
But as your friend...
It's as partner in the Cornish Bank that I appeal to you.
Would it be willing to underwrite the purchase?
That could present a conflict of interest, given that you yourself are a partner.
Would the Warleggans have such qualms?
Warleggans bring capital to the table.
(distant horse neighing) You bring only your name!
On the strength of that name, how much might I raise?
(weakly): Are you quite certain... she died?
DWIGHT: I was there.
(softly): Was I?
You don't recall?
♪ ♪ (softly): Yes.
I... (stammering): I held her hand, did I not?
And... And she told me she was afraid of the dark.
And then her eyes fixed on something beyond my shoulder... And her breathing stilled.
And I, I felt the life go out of her.
And I, I wondered where had she gone?
(crying): My living, breathing, beautiful wife.
But you were there.
The last face she ever saw was yours.
(weeping) (sobbing) ♪ ♪ (sobbing) ♪ ♪ (steadies breathing) ♪ ♪ (sniffles) ♪ ♪ (sniffles, exhales) My uncle tells me I should remarry.
If that is what you desire.
I have no desire.
I do not believe I will feel desire ever again.
So this marriage... Is a business transaction.
And the lady in question?
Must make the best of it.
(fire crackling) Miss Hanson.
Geoffrey Charles is not here.
I thank you, ma'am.
It's you I seek.
And your opinion.
May I ask-- what kind of a man is Sir George?
(soft chuckle) He's wealthy.
When he wishes, he can be most generous.
I believe his late wife wanted for nothing.
And his children?
Are they amiable?
Do they favor him?
The son not so much.
When is the wedding to be?
Does it matter?
A cage is a cage, whether now or in ten years.
Unless one weds for love.
And how long before you realized your mistake?
(laughs) My mistakes have been many an' spectacular.
And doubtless there's more to come.
But the wisest thing I ever did was to marry the man I love.
(fire crackling) I thank you, ma'am.
♪ ♪ (distant bell tolling, din of the crowd) (seagull squawking) RALPH: So, how goes it with Despard?
Well, he's a regular firebrand.
Quick temper, loose tongue.
Be easy enough to set 'im off and the townsfolk will follow.
And these will assist you?
If you make it worth their while.
And as discussed, something to send Sir George scurrying back to London.
(chuckles) PASCOE (voiceover): Are you quite certain your wife will see the merit?
The cost will make her eyes water, and she'll wish there were other ways to fund it.
I share her wish!
(sighs) To mortgage your entire estate?
House, land, farm, livestock?
What sensible man would even consider it?
Wheal Plenty is a profitable mine!
It's worth the risk.
Is your marriage?
(stammers) (seagull squawks) I'm obliged to you, as ever, Harris.
(shaking hands) Folly!
(pats arms) Absolute madness!
(seagulls squawking) Cornwall must hold some vast attraction to keep you so long from London.
My daughter is shortly to be wed.
Ensuring her future is what keeps me here.
Oh, not her happiness?
If that's your aim, I humbly recommend you look elsewhere.
Marriage to Sir George would ensure the opposite.
(seagulls squawking, indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ Do you indeed?
(birds squawking) ♪ ♪ Valentine?
Where's your nurse?
Where are you going?
You told me to visit whenever I liked.
If your Papa is home, he might not like it.
Will you ride with me?
(chuckling): Of course.
(horse nickers) But not to Nampara.
There's a place... (grunts) I think you'll enjoy more.
(clicks teeth) TESS (voiceover): Wheal Plenty paid the worst o' wages.
(crowd agreeing) But, but, but they who labored least had means to eat!
(crowd agreeing) Now how'd they survive?
Gentry-folks care naught if commons starve!
(crowd agreeing) No, I know someone... (door opens) But here's one who do have a conscience!
Who we thank for bringin' young Arthur Hoblyn out alive.
(all grumbling support) Yet it sticks in the craw to save 14 lives only to see another 200 wrecked by the closing of the mine!
(crowd agreeing) Tell that to the Warleggans!
(crowd agreeing) Nay, I mean it!
Make known our complaint.
For if we suffer in silence, will it not seem we consent?
We march tomorrow will ye not go with us?
(crowd shouting) (crowd quiets down) Peaceably now?
We want no trouble, sir.
Just our grievances heard.
(crowd shouting in agreement) That's mine!
GIRL: Give her it back!
(door opens, girl crying) (door closes) Mistress!
(girl continues weeping) There now-- come with me.
He meant no harm.
(door opens) Ah!
Is the new pupil ready to return home?
Shall we be off, sir?
(quietly): I'll explain later.
ROSS: Good boy.
(Ross grunts) ♪ ♪ (clicks teeth) ♪ ♪ Why can that man not leave us be?!
Ross Poldark is determined to steal my son.
ROSS (voiceover): I found him on his way to Nampara.
I brought him to the school because I do not wish him to... regard our home as his.
Should I forbid it?
(sighs) But it sit not easy with you.
Because you think yourself-- what-- in some way responsible?
Not for him... For what happened to Elizabeth.
It was I who suggested she have another child.
George could not quell his doubts about Valentine.
But how could he doubt a second child?
If anything I thought it would make him more secure in his marriage.
So she had another child.
And she died delivering it.
So I hold myself... indirectly responsible.
You're not to blame.
(exhales) How could you be?
(fire crackling) (distant bell tolling, people chattering) I hope your wife will still be your wife when she knows what you've done.
(bell continues tolling) GIRL: Come and get your apples here.
Aw, thank you.
I'll take four pears, please.
(people chanting) ♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira ♪ DEMELZA: Tess, what are you doing here?
My duty, mistress.
As a comrade of the down-be-trod, I must stand beside 'em.
PROTESTORS: ♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira ♪ Ned, do Ross know you're here?
This is a peaceable protest, Demelza.
There is nothing to concern him-- or you.
This is a peaceful protest.
(chuckles) Till it get t' Warleggans!
Or the mine?
His fancy house.
Caroline, you must ride home.
Stay for nothin' or no one.
And keep indoors.
♪ ♪ (people singing) ♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira ♪ ♪ Le peuple en ce jour sans cesse répète ♪ ♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira ♪ CARY: A woman's touch is what this house lacks.
And Valentine will benefit from female influence.
The girl's father is most keen to bring matters to a head.
(exhales) Have you a day in mind?
(distant singing) ♪ ♪ (crowd singing indistinctly) ♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira ♪ (singing continues) ♪ Ah ça ira, ça ira, ça ira ♪ ♪ Le peuple en ce jour sans cesse répète ♪ (stammering): Bessie?
Take Valentine upstairs.
♪ ♪ TESS: There he is!
Let 'im come out and answer to us!
If he dare!
(crowd shouting) George Warleggan!
♪ ♪ What do they want?
Call the constables!
NED: Let him come out and speak to his workers!
(people shouting) (pounding on door) Is he mad?
(waves crashing) DEMELZA: Ross!
(horse nickers) Ross, wait!
We must go to Trenwith.
What is it?
(quietly): Where is he?
(pounding on door) Break the door down!
(crowd shouting in agreement) Go on!
Go on, break it down!
(loud crash, shouting) Tear the house down!
(shouting continues) (shouting ceases) ♪ ♪ CARY: Sir George is not receiving visitors.
Well, Sir George has them, whether he likes it or not.
(soft chuckle) ♪ ♪ The very least these people deserve is an apology.
It's not my business to apologize.
Leave my house before I have you shot.
No, sir, no, no, no, that won't do at all.
If you decline to come down and speak civilly with these people, I'll come up there and fetch you.
(chuckles) Let him deal with it.
(door opens, closes) ♪ ♪ Sir George.
(breathing heavily) Have you ever been unfairly treated?
Can you comprehend what it is to have no recourse or reparation or even a fair hearing?
Get out of my way.
These people are not savages.
All they ask is common decency.
How do you answer?
(shot fired, George grunts) (George cries out) (groaning) ROSS: Demelza, make haste, through here!
My arm is broken!
DEMELZA: Ross, I told you this was like to happen.
For your own sake, keep order out there, Ned.
Demelza, help me.
(groaning) (stammering): That man-- he has, he has stirred up the mob, he has set them on a rampage.
What did you expect when you closed a working mine?
That folk would celebrate?
That your name would be praised?
Do you seriously think I care?
I think you do, George.
As do I.
Which is why I offer you a suggestion.
Put these weapons down, this is a peaceable protest!
(shouting continues) Friends, friends, your anger is wholly justified.
(crowd shouting in agreement) But we have misunderstood the situation.
Sir George has explained it to me and now begs leave to explain it to you.
(crowd murmuring) ♪ ♪ (clears throat) Gentlemen... er...
I have been away in the north.
And on my return discovered that my orders were incorrectly carried out.
(crowd murmurs) The closure of Wheal Plenty is temporary.
This week my mine captain will assess the damage caused by the rock fall.
All workers will be reinstated.
In addition, we will take on more men in order to expedite a swift resumption of business.
(crowd cheers) Do he expect us to believe him?
Should we not still hold him to account?
(crowd murmuring in agreement) (crowd grows louder) Let's get him!
(crowd shouting) No!
This could take someone's eye out!
Come on, people, back to your homes.
You had what you came for.
♪ ♪ (pouring liquid) (metal rattles) Your coming here was blatantly provocative.
I'm sorry you think so.
You may thank the Lord I managed to diffuse the situation so ably.
I salute you.
(George chuckles) Kindly leave my house.
A fine thought-- to let him think it was his idea.
It seemed like the most elegant solution.
And it saved us our estate.
What you did-- what you were about to do...
Understand, I love you with all my heart, and I love your heart and your will to make this world a better place.
But sometimes it do seem you overlook the cost-- to we, as a family-- to we as husband and wife.
Of course I'd stand by you, an even go without, for the sake of the greater good, but... sometimes...
I feel that you take that for granted.
I find that hard.
♪ ♪ You're too good for me.
I mean it.
When I dragged you from that dogfight, could I have known that you'd be the saving grace of my life?
(birds twittering) ♪ ♪ Here race you back to Nampara?
(scoffs) No contest!
(Demelza laughs) (footsteps approaching, distant waves crashing) (water dripping) Do you come here to torment me?
How monstrous, inconvenient it is, to discover so late in the day that my heart is engaged.
(soft chuckle) And not to the eminently suitable Sir George.
My father will never consent, so I suppose we must elope.
♪ ♪ What?
♪ ♪ And I?
♪ ♪ Could you bear it?
Yes, I think I could bear it.
♪ ♪ (clears throat) Oh!
Mistress, didn't see you there.
I am your mistress no longer, Tess.
Did you think you could remain after what happened today?
'Ee be sending me away?
What saddens me is that everyone told me you mustn't to be trusted.
But I wanted to prove 'em wrong.
Pack your things and go.
(Prudie clears throat) ♪ ♪ (scoffs) ♪ ♪ Think 'ee've seen the last of me?
Let's hope so.
♪ ♪ LINNEY: Next time on "Poldark"... GEORGE (voiceover): He is the hero, I am the villain.
So what's the solution?
DEMELZA: You stole him away?!
What are you thinking?
Lock him in the stables.
Death to the monarchy!
NED: Well Ross, here we are again.
DWIGHT: Ned will take down all who stand by him.
I will stand by him.
LINNEY: "Poldark," next time, on "Masterpiece."
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