Poldark

I hope I'm not intruding.

Oh, Ross!

You survived!

Your father left very little of value.

ROSS: While I was away, all I could think about was coming back to you.

I thought you were dead!

There's nothing for you here, Ross.

I love Francis.

GEORGE: He has an ancient family name.

Doors which are closed to us might open for him.

What inducements could we offer?

Who do we have here?

This is Demelza.

She's to help in the kitchen.

I lost sight of something.

Having found it, I'm going home.

(seagulls crying) JUD: 'Tis in the blood, your father'd say.

Mining, 'tis in the blood.

Like a vein of copper.

'Tis the bread of life.

Eat, sleep, live and breathe it.

She is your salvation and your downfall.

(knocking at the door) MAN: My Lord!

(knocking continues) My Lord Bassett!

(knocking continues) JUD: It'd make you reckless, it'd make you bold.

Isn't right.

This is all we have.

Many a friend it'd break.

And many more would follow.

MAN: My Lord Bassett!

There are bailiffs at Wheal Reath!

(knocking continues) JUD: 'Tis a fool's game.

You can't do this!

JUD: It will end in tears.

I admire your optimism.

MAN: Lord Bassett!

(gunshot) (rooster crowing) DEMELZA: Judas, that's cold!

It's freezing!

Satisfied?

Shouldn't I be?

Ain't enough not to stink!

A body must scrub herself raw as a buttock of beef to please some folk!

What happened?

'Tis the mine, Ross.

They closed it.

They closed Wheal Reath.

Is it true?

About Lord Bassett?

It would appear so.

Will we be blamed?

Did we furnish the pistol?

We called in his loans.

No, we declined to extend them.

Does it not reflect poorly on us that we let his pleas fall upon deaf ears?

Are we in the business of sentiment or profit?

Will I be going now, Mr. George?

Have you been dismissed?

No, but happen I have other engagements.

None that reward you so well.

Return to my chamber.

And...

In future, you will address me as "sir."

Yes, sir.

These ancient families lack backbone.

I wonder they survive.

JIM: Why would they close it?

ROSS: Believe me, this is the bank's doing, not the owner's.

Now Grambler's the only mine left hereabouts.

Is my uncle taking on men?

Even if he were, my breathing... You'd welcome a few months above grass.

I need to work, Ross, or my mother and sisters will starve.

Can you use a farmhand?

Ross!

You still here, boy?

When do you leave for London?

I'm minded to stay.

And take my chances here.

As I expected.

Stubborn as your father!

Little good it did him.

Well, I fancy you'll do better.

Better than his cousin?

You heard about Wheal Reath?

And the owner.

Lord Bassett shot himself.

Bad business.

Very bad.

Does Grambler have loans with the Warleggans?

Everyone has loans with the Warleggans.

That doesn't alarm you?

George is like a brother to Francis.

You must visit me soon, Verity.

And neglect her duties here?

She has no time for gadding about.

Well, I trust you've learnt one lesson today?

The hazards of owning a mine.

(doorknob rattling) Feeling tired, my dear?

A little.

Perhaps I should rest a while.

Shall I join you?

Poldark, we have orders to take you to Bodmin Jail for inciting a riot!

(laughing) You have a new farmhand.

'Tis a fine thing you've done for Jim.

Happen you could do the same thing for we?

Below ground.

You have pitches already, at Grambler.

Where it please your uncle to pay us starvation wages.

The owners have we by the throat, Ross.

We can't go on like this.

I can promise nothing.

(dripping echoes) Ah.

Father tells me you intend to remain.

Does that disappoint you?

Not at all.

We were always more friends than cousins.

I would be sorry if that changed.

I've been wondering if this mine was entirely worked out.

You don't think of reopening her?

I'll think of anything that might help those poor devils at Wheal Reath.

You consider them your responsibility?

You don't?

My father doesn't trust me with responsibility.

He likes to keep the mysteries of mine-owning to himself.

Perhaps we should open Leisure together?

Share the burden and the spoils.

ROSS: Suppose I wished to open a mine?

I'd suppose you'd taken leave of your senses.

What in the least would I require?

Capital?

I have none.

Expertise?

A smattering.

Allies?

None of means.

My cousin will lend his name.

So you'd require investors.

Can you find me any?

In these uncertain times?

With no experience, no bona fides, and a reputation somewhat tarnished?

Are you speaking as my banker or my friend?

Both.

Good day, m'lord.

Are we acquainted, ma'am?

We could be.

I have neither time nor the money to seek such diversions.

What do you seek, m'lord?

Better days ahead, I see.

A prosperous business.

Perhaps you should try a different profession.

A sweetheart, perhaps?

I made the mistake of going to war.

And when you returned, she was pledged to another.

Yet you still care for her.

Perhaps she loves you still.

Ross!

Verity!

ROSS: You escaped, then?

Father's gone to the mine for an hour.

I see you've not been idle.

I needed a distraction.

Demelza!

This is my cousin Verity.

VERITY: Has she settled?

Still somewhat feral.

Does your wound still pain you?

Less than it did.

Then I wonder if I might ask you the greatest of favors.

My dear.

Tonight's assembly, will you not reconsider?

You know how I love to show off my wife to the world.

Where's he going?

To the dance.

He don't look too glad about it.

Gentlefolks is strange.

(lively music playing) I'm obliged to you, Ross.

For vanquishing my loathing of a gavotte?

For persuading father to let me come.

As official escort, I'm entirely at your service.

Don't be!

Look to your liberty, cousin.

Is it in danger?

From a great many girls who would be glad to acquire the name of Poldark.

To the trade!

And to Captain Ross, for providing for our ease and comfort!

This be the life!

Not dancing, Ross?

Will none of the ladies have you?

(chuckling) The whiff of soil is hard to swill off, but if one communes with peasants... Do you prescribe perfume?

It covers a multitude of sins.

Like money.

(chuckling) Indeed.

For how else would a family of blacksmiths become bankers?

One of these days, you may come knocking.

I would need to be desperate.

I look forward to the prospect.

You know that lady?

Captain Poldark.

Miss Teague.

How do you find your first ball?

Exceeding all expectations, sir.

A sea captain?

How invigorating!

One is seldom idle.

And so much to remember.

The sails, the masts... Are you interested in rigging, ma'am?

Oh, exceedingly!

Are you fond of dancing, Captain Poldark?

I fear I possess few of the refinements of polite society.

(door creaking open) (note plays) (drunken singing begins in distance) (singing fades) Ross Poldark!

Mr. Treneglos?

I saw you sniffing round that old strumpet the other day!

(laughing) Wheal Leisure.

You don't mean to resurrect her?

It would take a brave man to open a mine now.

Don't you agree, Henshawe?

Depends on the mine.

Mr. Henshawe?

You were mine captain at Leisure in my father's day.

I was.

You worked her for tin?

Aye.

But in the last samples taken, there were definite signs of copper.

A pity she closed before we could dig further.

But if you know of anyone willing to chance a little speculation, Mr. Pascoe?

I'll see what can be done.

I'd require discretion.

I fully comprehend you, sir.

Mizzenmast, you say?

Which is part square-rigged and carries a gaff.

A gaff?

And a spanker boom.

So many names!

(giggling) When may I see you again?

(laughs) Captain Blamey, that I couldn't say.

(screams) Judas!

What you be doing in there?

Just looking.

Just looking?

There's books and maps and...

There'll be nothing in there for the likes of we.

Unless we be getting ideas above our station?

No!

Go home.

What?

Back where you come from.

You don't belong here.

Forgive me.

I do not wish to appear forward, but I'd dearly like us to be better acquainted.

I too.

I should not have said that.

What must you think of me?

Can you be unaware of that, ma'am?

Remind me, Captain Poldark, was I engaged to you for this next dance?

Not that I recall.

Would you excuse me?

Oh, Ross!

Are you come to take my wife off my hands?

If she has no objection.

Did you not promise me this dance?

The cotillion.

And I dare say Ross will return you to me in one piece.

(lively tune begins) Your cousin is most attentive.

Hmm?

To your wife.

FRANCIS: Oh, I don't think he cares for dancing.

He only came to please Verity.

Who is that man?

Captain Blamey.

Master of the Lisbon packet.

A pretty catch.

And at her age... She won't get many more chances?

But Father couldn't spare her.

And Elizabeth would miss her.

Though doubtless your wife would find ways of distracting herself.

(conversation inaudible) (applause) Ross!

May I introduce Captain Andrew Blamey?

My cousin Ross Poldark, my sister-in-law Elizabeth Poldark.

Your servant, ma'am, sir.

I hope our boisterous spirits don't offend you, sir.

Not in the least, ma'am.

I have every reason to be happy myself.

If I could dare to hope that my interest would in the smallest way be returned.

I think you might dare to hope that, sir.

May I speak with your father?

(Elizabeth laughing) You may think me presumptuous, but my attachment is sincere.

I would not wish to proceed without his approval.

Forgive me, I must speak with my cousin.

My dear, I believe Francis is looking for you.

VERITY: People love to gossip.

ROSS: Isn't that why they come to such evenings?

But to give them cause?

To make your attentions so pronounced?

Whatever was between you, trust me, she's put it behind her.

So must you.

You'll take supper with us?

Thank you.

I've no appetite.

Miss Verity, I cannot go to your father without your being in full possession of the facts.

GEORGE: Ross Poldark in love?

Quite the spectacle.

Though may I say an excellent choice.

Ruth Teague is unlikely to remind one of a previous attachment.

May I be of service, m'lord?

One service is all I require.

(Demelza humming) (hoofbeats) (quiet breathing) (loud knocking at door) CHARLES: Is my nephew at home?

Uncle.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Opening a mine?

Despite our conversation?

Exploring the idea.

Stubborn.

Rash.

Won't take "no" for an answer.

Well...

The curse of the Poldarks.

And our salvation!

I salute you, boy.

Take Francis with you.

He needs to learn some initiative.

When do you meet?

Tomorrow, if Pascoe can drum up any interest.

Francis will come.

He must learn to stand on his own two feet.

You must help him.

I will, Uncle, of course.

But if you could urge discretion?

Especially with regard to his good friend George?

(grunts) He be ready for you, sir.

Demelza!

Sir.

You look weary to the bone.

Have they been making you a beast of burden?

No, sir, I be content, sir.

It be that Jud.

He be saying I got ideas, but I ain't got ideas!

No?

I do know me place!

Your place is where I say it is.

Fetch your cloak.

Sir?

Never had no cloak.

This is an important day for us both.

Let's see who can strike the better bargain.

Verity?

Oh, Ross!

Is Francis with you?

He's at the inn.

Can I be of service?

I believe I can manage.

No, allow me.

Did you enjoy the assembly?

Ruth Teague seemed very taken with you.

I scarcely remember her.

ELIZABETH: How can that be?

There were distractions.

Perhaps you should pursue her.

Would that please you?

I have to go.

Verity will be looking for me.

Yeah.

Three pence.

Four pence.

Four pence and you've got a sale.

I'll leave you.

Ross.

Shall we go?

I'm in no mood to speculate.

May I ask why?

I need something I can depend on.

Are we expecting your cousin?

Francis has changed his mind.

A pity.

He would've lent a certain...

Gravity?

Gentlemen, welcome.

You come here today to decide one thing: whether to risk good gold in the pursuit of copper.

(murmuring) The times could hardly be less auspicious, when Wheal Reath closes... And Grambler's future hangs in the balance.

When Welsh mines prosper and Cornwall's on its knees, what chance has this meager venture?

Your cousin divides opinion.

Some think him arrogant.

Others observe a sense of entitlement.

To what?

Whatever takes his fancy.

But perhaps they misjudge him.

So what do I hear of his latest venture?

The venture is small, so overheads will be low.

Without Reath, supplies to the markets will fall, so the price of copper should rise.

And if it doesn't?

Is he seeking investment?

I really couldn't say.

The question is, what will it cost us?

To begin with, I propose to act as manager and head purser without salary.

If Captain Henshawe would oversee the works.

Also without salary?

At a favorable rate, until we're up and running.

If Mr. Renfrew would supply gear and tackle at nominal cost.

The man has impudence!

Pascoe's Bank will honor our drafts up to 300 pounds.

Pascoe's Bank?

Yes.

Not Warleggans?

Warleggans would be happy to accommodate him, given the friendship between our families.

But perhaps he doesn't value friendship.

Or family.

Warleggans will lend to a mine for as long as it prospers, but once it starts to struggle, they withdraw credit and see it go under.

They could close Grambler tomorrow, as they closed Reath.

Business is business, but should profit be the be-all and end-all?

It ought to be.

I'm inclined to agree.

We knew Reath was struggling, but closing it cost the shareholders dear.

And the miners dearer.

And the owner his life.

We cannot choose our family, but we can choose our friends.

And as a friend, I say to you, if ever you need my assistance... And what assistance might I need?

What any man needs.

Someone to alert him if he sees his friend being played for a fool.

A fool?

In love, in business... At cards...

It's true my losses have been considerable of late.

Then let me prove our friendship by advancing whatever might defray them.

Gentlemen, I'll be straight with you.

The rewards could be considerable, but so are the risks.

But if you like a wager-- and which of us here doesn't?-- then I would sooner gamble on a vein of copper and the sweat of 50 men than on the turn of a card.

50 guineas apiece will cover the first three months.

There's mine.

And mine.

And mine.

If I may take the liberty of proposing a toast?

A toast.

To Wheal Leisure!

ALL: Wheal Leisure!

Thank you for your support.

He tried to swizzle me, but I beat him down.

I expected no less.

A good day's work for us both.

What am I, a circus attraction?

A poorly dressed one.

Come with me.

CHARLES: This cannot continue.

She must be brought to her senses.

FRANCIS: She must indeed, but what of him?

Has he no sense of shame?

CHARLES: I hold her most to blame!

She must have encouraged him.

FRANCIS: If you had seen her at the assembly!

CHARLES: But you were there!

Could you not have put a stop to it?

FRANCIS: I should not have needed to!

She should be mistress of her own behavior.

CHARLES: Something must be done at once before our family name is dragged through the mud.

(knocking) Jud?

(knocking) Jud!

Prudie!

You be looking for Mr. Ross?

I am.

Elizabeth.

Have you been offered some refreshment?

Your maid has done her best.

You can go.

Oh, Ross... What is it?

How to even begin to put it into words?

Don't try.

You love Francis, I love Francis, but this cannot be allowed to continue.

Out.

Well, damn me if a man can't get about his sacred and profane duties without a blasting from... Out!

You must speak with Francis.

And your uncle.

You must speak with both of them.

I'll follow you directly.

Saddle my horse.

And remind me to thrash you when I return.

Ain't no call for that, Mr. Ross.

'Tisn't just, 'tisn't kind, 'tisn't civil... ...'tisn't friendly.

It's a bad business, Ross.

But we must make the best of it.

Verity has greatly disappointed us.

Verity?

You're aware that she formed an attachment at the ball?

Who could fail to be aware?

She was all over the man!

The sea captain?

Blamey?

He's been secretly paying court to her ever since.

Hoping, no doubt, to secure her before she became aware of his appalling past.

The varmint!

FRANCIS: He's a drunkard.

Beat his wife to death.

Is this certain?

Verity has confirmed it.

And forgiven him.

CHARLES: She's a plain girl, and that makes her easy prey.

We must close ranks and protect her.

Of course.

But how?

She will not leave this house until she swears never to see him again.

VERITY: Ross!

I heard what they told you.

It isn't true.

VERITY: It was an accident.

She tried to strike him.

He pushed her away.

She fell and hit her head.

He told you this?

At the ball.

But there was never any intent to harm her.

None in the world.

And he's paid for what he did.

He lost his rank and went to prison.

And I know he would never lift a finger to hurt me.

Still, how can you be sure...

I'm sure.

He loves me.

I love him.

You of all people know what that feels like.

Yes.

(sighs) Yes.

What can I do?

BLAMEY: Captain Poldark.

Most generous to allow us to meet here in view of your concerns.

Verity trusts you.

I trust Verity.

She's my angel of redemption.

You'll have no cause to regret it.

I believe you, sir.

Sir.

Dammit.

Tell our guests to keep to the parlor.

Farming is such an engaging hobby, is it not?

More than a hobby for me, ma'am.

But do you not hunt, Captain Poldark?

Would it not be a fine thing to be mixing with people of your own station?

I'm very well occupied here.

Of course Ruth is an accomplished rider.

Of course.

Not that it's her only accomplishment.

One only has to taste her syllabubs to know their succulence.

Indeed.

Is Miss Verity still meeting that blackguard in spite of her father?

I, uh... Of course you're so out of the way here, you would not hear of it.

No, indeed.

This must be the young person that you adopted?

I've adopted no one.

I needed a kitchen wench.

The girl is old enough to know her own mind.

Of course.

She looks as if she would know her own mind.

But I must beg your indulgence, ladies.

There is much I must attend to.

But you must take tea with us at Teague House.

Perhaps we can show you what a woman's touch can do to a home.

I thank you, ma'am, but I fear... your efforts would be... ...wasted.

(thunder rumbling) This is good timing!

I was about to ride to Wheal Leisure.

The investors' meeting went well.

I hope I may yet persuade Francis to join us.

That will depend.

I take nothing for granted.

And I still ask for George to be kept in the dark.

I doubt your friendship would prevent him betraying you if the need arose.

Any more than our kinship has prevented you from betraying us?

Do you deny that Verity is meeting that man at your house?

I think you misjudge him.

I think I've misjudged you!

Filthy skunk!

Sneaking behind our backs to debauch my sister!

Deceiving her family... Francis, please!

If you and your father refuse to meet me... We do not deal with wife murderers!

I have a right to choose my own life!

Honor means nothing to your sort.

Well, perhaps a thrashing will!

Not in my house!

You have the impudence to take his side?

I take no one's side, but you won't change the issue with this foolery.

I have no wish to quarrel, but Verity is coming with me.

That she is not!

There'll be no cleaning of your boots on this family!

You insolent puppy!

Oh, "puppy," is it?

When will it be convenient for you to meet me, Captain Blamey?

As soon as you like, sir.

VERITY: Andrew, no!

Francis, please... Get me a pistol.

Get one yourself.

This fellow claims to be a gentleman.

Let him step outside and prove it!

Francis, no!

Ross, stop them!

Stop him, he's out of his depth, Charles.

Francis, I implore you... Andrew, please, for my sake!

CHARLES: Francis!

Have no truck with this scoundrel!

Verity will come home with us.

Yes, Father!

It's gone beyond that.

The skunk insulted me!

Fight it out with fists, then.

He's not worth the risk of a pistol!

Do you want this family to be a laughingstock?

Francis, I urge you to consider...

Consider what?

That anyone may abuse our trust and take advantage of us?

Francis, I beg you...

I will have satisfaction.

You there, act as referee.

Aye, sir.

One... Two... Stop them, please stop them!

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!

(gunshots) Francis!

(thunder rumbling) Prudie!

Fetch me some water.

I know it was not your intention.

God forbid.

Help me stop the bleeding.

I can't, sir.

I be afeared of the blood.

Surely you must see how impossible it would be for us to be together now?

I do see.

I'll help, sir-- I bain't afeared.

(cloth tearing) Good-bye, Verity.

(sobbing) Where is he?

Oh, God!

No, no, no!

How could you let this happen?

Elizabeth... You let him die!

How could you let him die?

Speak to him.

(whispering) Your cousin do owe you his life.

Where'd you learn to do such things?

On the battlefields of Virginia.

(loud knock) You are a disgrace to the name of Poldark.

I'm sorry you think so.

I offer no thanks.

I feel no gratitude.

I hold you entirely to blame.

I understand.

I do not blame you.

I wouldn't for the world wish him hurt.

I know that.

And I'm grateful for all you've done.

Come, Elizabeth!

The more so now since, more than ever, I need him well and at my side.

I'm with child.

CHARLES: Elizabeth!

Do I have "half-wit" branded across my forehead?

No.

Yet I fell for it again.

Built a castle out of winks and smiles.

All the while...

I should be grateful.

What clearer proof is needed?

(exhales deeply) Fetch Jim and Jud and Prudie.

We have work to do.

You did well today.

I can see how valuable you must be to your family.

Sir?

And if you miss them...

If you feel their need is greater than mine... You be wanting rid of me?

What?

You be wishing me gone?

Sir, I'll work harder.

I'll scrub and scour and fettle and... Demelza, your work is more than satisfactory.

Then why, sir?

I was merely offering you the chance to return to your home.

If that's where you feel you belong.

I belong here.

I belong here.

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I declare the Wheal Leisure mine open!

(cheering) MAN: Are the rumors true, do you think?

Well, he's a damn fool if they're not.

Confess what sin there is 'twixt you and Poldark.

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