LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

DEMELZA: As if I would even look twice at such a man as Adderley.

ROSS: Then make it clear... LINNEY: Previously, on "Poldark"...

I'm in London for the first time, unacquainted with its ways.

Because of Hugh, you have all manner of suspicion.

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Valentine.

Is he not the very spitting image of Uncle Ross?

♪ ♪ LADY WHITWORTH: You have suffered greatly since your miscarriage.

I believe it was for the best.

♪ ♪ DEMELZA: "I'm going home.

"And when you return, we'll see if there's anything to be done."

LINNEY: "Poldark," the season finale, (laughter) 85 today!

And I intend to outlive you all!

(laughter, applause) (birds chirping) (laughing and talking) To think of owning a place like this!

Ha, a man can dream.

VERITY: Ross!

FRANCIS: You're here!

Is it true?

You're enlisting?

62nd Regiment of Foot!

(gasps) (chuckles) No, Ross, don't say so!

Francis, help me persuade him!

ROSS: Persuade my father!

It's his idea!

Only to save you from the gallows.

(groans) Well, I know someone who isn't impressed.

AGATHA: What's the matter with the men of this family?

It will be six months at the most, Aunt.

You'll hardly know I'm gone.

Will she?

♪ ♪ How dashing you'll look in regimentals.

Why else would I enlist?

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ What do they say?

She'll break a few hearts.

And bear beautiful children.

But who will be their father?

Well, not us at any rate.

(chuckles) It's always been Ross.

♪ ♪ It will always be Ross.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (people calling in distance) (dog barking in distance) (metal clanging in distance) Mrs. Tabb to see Dr. Anselm.

MAN: We're expecting you.

ELIZABETH: My child is due in December.

But for reasons I don't wish to discuss, I would prefer it to be born in November-- or even October.

And would you wish it to be born alive?

Of course.

Is it possible?

It is.

But there would be risk.

To me or the baby?

Both.

Do you have other children?

Two.

Both full term?

Yes.

And you would wish it to appear a naturally premature birth?

I would.

(sighs): Mrs. Tabb, I appreciate that you would not be here at all were you not in some distress.

So I shall make up a medicine-- a distillation of herbs and a fungus that grows on rye.

If you take it exactly as prescribed, you are likely to produce a living child in the manner you desire.

Will a physician attend you?

Of course.

Should there be any... complications, do not hesitate to take him into your confidence without delay.

I understand.

I leave for Cornwall tomorrow.

If you have any sense, you'll come with me.

Surely Nampara is dearer by far to you than London.

♪ ♪ (driver urging horses) ♪ ♪ CRAVEN (faintly): Nine.

Ten.

(thunder rumbling, Demelza singing faintly) CRAVEN: Attend.

(pistol cocks, Demelza singing faintly) (gunshot echoes, Hugh groans) Demelza will be glad to see you.

You must know that she would never spare a thought for a worthless rake like Adderley.

(waves crashing, gulls calling) ♪ ♪ Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

(gasps) (footsteps retreating) Morwenna?

DRAKE: Morwenna!

Morwenna!

I made a wish.

The same wish.

It will never be granted.

I told you why.

And yet... do 'ee not think there be more to life than carnal love?

Just... being together?

Seeing together all that's good and pure and rare and beautiful in the world?

The glow of corn and the smell of spring.

Summer rain, autumn wind.

Watching you wake.

Watching you sleep.

Oh, my love, what is life if ye live it alone?

Oh, Drake!

I knew this would happen!

Marry me!

Be my wife in name only.

I'll never ask 'ee for more.

Do 'ee not love me?

(exhales) (voice breaking): Of course I love you!

This has never been just about love.

But it has.

And can only ever be.

Will 'ee walk with me?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Papa, when can I have a real horse?

Papa is reading.

I'm sure he'll arrange it when we're home.

Mm-hmm.

I have business to attend to in Truro.

I'll be staying at the town house.

Oh.

I was hoping to go to Trenwith.

You may do as you please.

(carriage rattling) (wind whipping) (waves crashing) (door opens) (gasps) Morwenna say she'll wed me.

(laughs) Oh, my dear!

I'm that glad!

Since he lost you, he's only been half-alive.

He'll make you such a loving husband!

No woman could wish for better.

I believe you.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (bell tolling) Be off with you!

We want none of you Methody folks here.

Oh, uh, Mistress Poldark.

Did you wish to see me?

I did indeed, sir-- my brother Drake do wish to wed Morwenna Whitworth-- and that directly.

As you know, ma'am, the banns must be read every Sunday for three weeks.

Three weeks?

I seem to recall when Captain Poldark-- now member for Truro and close friend of Lord Falmouth, in whose gift this living do lie-- when he and I were wed, there was mention of a special license?

Ah, yes, there is such a thing.

But it would have to be obtained from the archdeacon in Bodmin.

And he would need to be convinced that the applicant was a person of standing and respectability.

Well, then, who better than an applicant's upstanding and respectable sister to vouch for him?

So you read the banns and we'll fetch the license.

You'd do that for me?

Go and tell Morwenna, then meet me at the crossroads.

♪ ♪ Elizabeth.

Demelza.

Are you well?

Thank you, yes.

When do you expect?

In December.

I wish you an easy birthing.

If such a thing exists.

And you, young sir?

Do you know what will happen soon?

Papa will come.

Christmas will come.

And there'll be custards and cakes... And presents!

(chuckling) I may not see you before, so... May I wish you the very best for the season.

And the new century.

May it bring us joy.

♪ ♪ ODGERS: I publish the banns of marriage between Edward Bray and Eliza Carkeek, and between... Drake Carne and Morwenna Whitworth, all of this parish.

If any of you know cause or just impediment as to why these marriages should not take place, speak now or forever hold your peace.

I heard the banns called this morning.

I came to offer my good wishes.

But your child, John Conan.

Is with Lady Whitworth.

I have been staying with my mother.

How could you bring yourself to leave him?

He was taken from me.

As much was taken from me.

And now that I have a better understanding of what you endured, I feel only regret for my part in it.

But you must come to Trenwith.

You were married from there last time, why not this?

And have Mr. Warleggan give me away?

Mr. Warleggan is in Truro and like to remain there.

I would like to see Drake some time.

I hope he does not bear a grudge?

Drake sees only the good in people.

Sometimes there's little enough of it.

I must go.

The wind was rising as I left.

You walked?

The exercise is good for me.

But if you fell... Well, why would I?

Did you not do so last time?

With Valentine?

That's true.

Perhaps, then... No, I, I could not ask it.

What?

Perhaps I might feel a little easier if you were to accompany me some of the way.

♪ ♪ Of course.

(people calling in background) (footsteps retreating) Pitt's office-- shall I deal with it?

♪ ♪ (paper rustling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Your turn.

(Prudie snoring) JEREMY: Go on.

(snorts suddenly) I knew you would do that.

(Ross roars, children squeal) Papa, you're back!

Where's Demelza?

Gone Bodmin with Master Drake.

Why?

Oh, Mr. Ross!

All their doin's and to-ins an' fro-ins!

You don't know the half of it.

♪ ♪ Thank you.

Since you've come so far, will you not step in and see Valentine?

I know he'd appreciate it.

Well, just for a moment.

♪ ♪ DRAKE: Where's Morwenna?

She's gone Trenwith with Mrs. Warleggan.

DEMELZA: Willingly?

DRAKE: She doesn't say when she'll return.

Or if she'll return.

Mr. Warleggan did go to great length afore to keep you both apart.

I must go after her.

Nay, Drake, if Harry be there...

I'll go.

Nay, I will go.

None of you will go.

DEMELZA: Ross!

SAM: Brother.

Trenwith is no place to be visiting.

George needs no encouragement to torment those close to me.

But he must see what Drake do fear-- that Morwenna, once there... Will be persuaded to stay.

This is one marriage he will not be allowed to interfere with.

Ross, you cannot.

Do not follow me.

♪ ♪ Valentine, shall we persuade Aunt Morwenna to stay a few days?

Oh, yes!

Do!

You could have your old room.

Thank you, it's... certainly a kind thought.

(horse whinnies outside) (door opens) GEORGE: Elizabeth?

George?

(door closes) VALENTINE: Papa, Aunt Morwenna's here.

Well, this is a pleasant scene.

With an unexpected guest.

Well, Morwenna, are you settling in with Lady Whitworth?

No doubt you find life rather constricting?

I really think I must go.

Papa, did you know Aunt Morwenna's to wed?

I did not know.

That might be a way out of your present difficulties.

Do I know the man?

I pray you excuse me.

George, I think, when all's considered, it's Morwenna's happiness which should now be of paramount... VALENTINE: Papa, may I show you my new hobby-horse?

Bessie, take this child away.

♪ ♪ Is it Carne?

Yes.

(chuckling): Well!

How convenient.

The man who killed your husband now takes his place.

He did not kill Osborne!

You know very well Drake's innocence was proved.

Oh, anything can be proved.

All I know is that Carne had the most to gain.

You know nothing about him!

You couldn't begin to understand the kind of man he is!

I understand the kind of trollop you are.

(gasps) Get out of my house.

George!

And never show your face here again.

Tell Harry to see her off.

(door opens) And bring me a bottle of the '94 claret.

♪ ♪ I have to find her!

(door opens) (birds cawing) (horse knickers) (banging on door, door opens) ROSS (in hall): I'm looking for Morwenna Whitworth.

FOOTMAN: I don't believe she's here, sir.

In here!

(footsteps approaching) Where is she?

Who?

Oh, the dim-witted trull who's to wed your dolt of a brother-in-law?

I threw her out.

George!

She left minutes ago, across the fields.

You would have missed her if you came by the road.

I'm obliged to you.

GEORGE: Set foot here again, I'll have you shot.

What do you want, George?

What more do you want?

You have wealth, power, position, influence... More than you know!

ROSS: You have my family's home, my family's mine.

And you have Elizabeth.

20 years ago, you, Francis, and I, we stood in this room and we all aspired to her.

Well.

There she is.

So I ask you again.

What more do you want?

♪ ♪ ELIZABETH: George!

Ross, I'd like you to leave.

My apologies.

I had no intention of ruining your evening.

Oh, you have ruined... (pounds table) more than that!

Please.

Go.

Forgive me?

I do.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (door opens) (breathing heavily) (dog barking in distance) HARRY: Good lads.

(barking) We got you now!

(dogs barking) Come on!

Run!

(Harry laughing, Morwenna panting) HARRY: Come on!

(sounds become distant and echo) Come on!

(gasping normally) (dogs barking, Morwenna panting) (Harry laughing, dogs barking) We got you now, little Methody.

(barking, laughing continues) DRAKE: Morwenna!

Drake?

Drake!

I dare 'ee.

C'mon, I dare 'ee!

I thought ye Methody types didn't fight.

Well, 'ee thought wrong, brother.

(dogs barking and snarling) Next time.

Next time.

(sniffs) Go.

(dogs growling) (gasps, panting) My love.

You're safe now, my love.

(weeping) (fire crackling) (George clears throat) I... may have spoken out of turn just now-- in the heat of the moment.

I rode here especially to bring you some news.

Must we quarrel over two trivial people who concern us so little?

There is someone who concerns us a great deal.

Valentine.

He was vastly upset by your behavior to him.

Well, sometimes his prattle annoys me.

He is a child!

Your child.

♪ ♪ Elizabeth.

You must know, for so long I have been in torment... Because of a thoughtless word from Geoffrey Charles?

Which you choose to believe?

Whilst all I have said and done and sworn is utterly dismissed?

How long will you allow this terrible jealousy to curse our lives?

I thought I'd put it behind me!

I want to put it behind me!

But the poison that hag Agatha... Agatha?

The night she died, she told me Valentine was not my child.

She said we'd not been married long enough for him to be mine.

I fell on the stairs.

The fall brought on my travail.

Then why would she say so?

Because she hated you, George.

When you canceled her precious birthday party, she would have done anything to hurt you.

And she knew just where to strike.

Your son and heir.

Elizabeth... (stammering): You must understand.

I, I could not-- I cannot help myself.

You know you are the only person I have ever cared about!

Then prove it.

How?

Include Valentine in your love.

(exhales) But you never will let go of your suspicions.

And there is nothing I can do to prove he is your son.

Nothing I can do to assure his inheritance, his place in society, his happiness?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sniffs, scoffs lightly) (sighs): Yes.

His happiness.

DEMELZA: Here, you're safe now.

(door opens) There you go.

MORWENNA: Captain Poldark.

I'm sorry to give such trouble.

It's no trouble.

The ride was bracing and the visit short.

But now I think I'd like to go home.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth!

Elizabeth!

♪ ♪ (gasps) What happened?

How strange.

I must have fainted.

(groans) What, what is it?

I've...

I'm not sure.

The child moved and... And then there was pain.

I'll, I'll call for Dr. Choake.

No!

No, no, I'll be well presently.

Just... just let me lie down.

Bessie, call Dr. Choake!

CAROLINE: Perhaps I should have returned sooner.

For my sake, yes.

For your own?

I think not.

(chuckles softly) Must you always understand me so well?

(chuckling): I'm glad you think I do.

The more I contemplate the mind, the more I realize its infinite complexity.

Both of us, in our various ways, have been afflicted-- by my time in France, by the loss of our daughter.

The process of recovery is not straightforward.

But I hope that our abiding love for each other will mend what has been broken.

(knock at door) (door opens, Horace growling) (softly): Thank you.

(paper rustling) Elizabeth Warleggan is unwell.

(groans, panting) (door opens) Dr. Choake has been summoned, but you were closer, and my wife requires immediate attention.

(groaning) Mrs. Warleggan.

Are you able to tell me what happened?

It's just as before-- I fainted, and then the pains started.

I think the child is coming.

I invite you to wait downstairs.

Please send a maid to me.

Were the pains more or less sudden than last time?

More sudden.

And more severe.

And you are now how forward?

Nearly eight months.

♪ ♪ (Elizabeth groaning, panting) Mrs. Parkins was sad when you left London so suddenly.

She thought you did not like the rooms.

I trust you told her different.

I told her you did not like me.

Will Drake and Morwenna be happy?

I think so.

If two people love as they love.

You think that's enough?

Sometimes it's too much.

Not in my experience.

♪ ♪ (panting) (yelling) (baby cries) (exhales loudly) (breathing heavily) (baby fussing) You have a daughter.

(laughs softly) ♪ ♪ (laughing and crying) DWIGHT (voiceover): Your daughter is small but in every way healthy.

And my wife?

Is well.

In one way, a premature child is less strain on the mother, being that much smaller.

But the spasms were unusually violent, and if this is the result of her fall, you must take the greatest possible care of her over the next few weeks.

I assume Dr. Choake will soon be here?

Within the hour.

Then I'll leave her to his treatment and care.

I bid you goodnight, sir.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ It happened again.

And so quickly.

(softly): Yes.

And, and you... fell-- fainted-- just as before.

Exactly as before.

I see now how wrong I was.

To doubt you.

I see the damage I have done-- to our marriage... (softly): To our son.

I cannot undo the past, but I can promise you a future without suspicion, without recrimination.

If you can forgive me.

♪ ♪ Go and look at our daughter.

(fussing) ♪ ♪ What shall we call her?

Ursula.

Ursula.

It means "little she-bear."

I like it.

Ursula Warleggan.

Valentine Warleggan.

Our children.

♪ ♪ Elizabeth, I have something to tell you.

Before we left London, I had a meeting with the prime minister.

Yesterday, I received a letter from his office.

In recompense for my full support, he will be pleased to recommend to His Majesty that in the new year I receive a knighthood.

Oh, George!

I am so very gratified!

(laughs softly) I hoped you would be.

Lady Warleggan.

(laughs softly) (Ursula fusses) What I did in London was not well done.

No, it was not.

But what I did, when I left you and came home, that also was not well done.

It seems both of us, at various times, have caused the other pain.

This time I am at fault.

And I plead no excuse-- I killed a man.

Though not the man I wanted to kill.

And because of that...

I will always wonder, if he were still here... Would you rather be with him?

(sighs) Do you understand me so little that you seriously ask me that?

(birds chirping) (curtains slide) (groans in pain) (gasps) (groans, pants) (panting) My wife is in great pain, and has been so for several hours.

The, uh, the premature labor brought on an acute gouty condition of the abdominal viscera, manifesting... What have you prescribed?

Bleeding, salt of wormwood, ammoniac to increase the elasticity... Shall we visit her together?

DWIGHT: This is a sad change, Mrs. Warleggan.

I wonder what could be the cause.

Contraction of the arteries, inhibiting the blood supply most dangerously to the limbs.

But why?

God knows what has brought her to such a condition.

CAROLINE: I thought you should know, Dwight has been called to Trenwith.

Elizabeth's child was born last night-- again premature.

But alive?

Yes, a healthy girl.

Dwight delivered her.

But this morning he was called back.

Elizabeth is ill. How ill?

Dwight is still there.

I think 'twould only be neighborly to go and inquire.

♪ ♪ Why is it so dark, George?

(voice shaking): I'm afraid of the dark.

(softly): My love.

Do not be afraid, my love.

GEORGE: I'm here.

All will be well.

♪ ♪ (galloping loudly) (banging on door) (door opens) I'm here to inquire after Mrs. Warleggan.

Turn that man away!

George.

For God's sake.

Can we not put aside our quarrels at a time of sickness?

I am concerned for Elizabeth and will not leave until you tell me how she is.

Elizabeth?

Oh.

No, Elizabeth is dead.

Ten minutes since.

She died holding my hand.

(footsteps approaching) Ross.

I think this is not the time... May I see her?

(softly): Yes, yes.

By all means-- you know where to find her.

DWIGHT: Ross, if I might suggest... You've always known where to find her.

Go.

Go!

See what we brought her to!

(softly): See... (footsteps retreating) (fire crackling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ If I might suggest... A sedative.

Will it bring her back?

This is a severe setback, and far be it for me to tell you that you will recover... Rec... recover what?

Recover what?

The, the purpose...

The point... Of everything... Why would I want any of this, if she is not here to share it with me?

♪ ♪ (Ursula fusses) You still have your daughter.

♪ ♪ She does not look like her mother.

She-bear.

I beg your pardon?

Her name, it means "little she-bear."

(Ursula fussing, George shushing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (waves crashing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Elizabeth laughing faintly) (laughs) ♪ ♪ (laughter fades) (exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Elizabeth is dead.

Ross.

(exhales) What can I do?

Walk with me.

♪ ♪ So lovely a woman.

So hideous an end.

Could anything have been done to prevent it?

Not by me.

Not so late in the day.

I believe what killed her was seeded long ago.

CAROLINE: I came home because...

I wanted a different life.

A meaningful life.

To give life.

Again.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) Only now do I understand how it was for you when Hugh died.

'Tis not the same.

You loved Elizabeth.

Once.

But it's the memory of that love that makes me sick at heart today.

For the loss of all she was... And all she had to come.

Most of all...

I feel afraid.

Of what?

Of losing you.

Of losing you from my life.

To think that there will come a time when I will never hear your voice again, nor you mine.

When Hugh died, I felt a little of this but... Elizabeth was your first love.

But not my last.

I made that choice long ago.

And I.

You fear you kept me by default, because he died.

Not so.

Hugh did touch my heart.

But only you have ever owned it.

♪ ♪ (bells tolling) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (laughs) PRUDIE: Go this way, hey?

(laughing) GEOFFREY CHARLES: She was not a Warleggan.

No.

She was a Poldark.

Nay, Ross.

There'll be time for such a thing.

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