Poldark 2.02

Poldark Season 2Previously: Ross is not getting hanged.

Day: Ross is hauling a load of something plant-like, when his attention is caught by his father’s derelict mine, Wheal Grace. He considers it for a moment, before moving on.

In George’s house, which I’m sure has a pretentious new money name, George is practicing his boxing skills (and looking like a dork while doing it) when Tankard enters, saying he applauds George’s foresight in sharpening his self-defense skills. In case he runs into someone who wishes him ill. You know, like Ross. “Ross Poldark would not dare to lay a finger on me.” You tried to get him hanged, dude. “We failed.” Like that negates it? No harm no foul only works in baseball, twerp. Tankard does say that there are other ways to choke a man, and word on the street is that Ross’ finances are shit. George says that he looks forward to seeing what Tankard finds out, and then tries to land a few punches and he is so off-balance that Carrie could take him out with one of her vicious ankle kicks.

At Nampara, Ross digs through a pile of papers until he finds a map of Wheal Grace and where the mine shafts lead. Jud comes in, bowing and scraping to let Ross know that a letter had come. (PHIL DAVIS IS PERFECTION I WILL NOT HEAR A WORD OTHERWISE.) He notes what Ross was looking at. “The old Trevorgie workings. ‘Tis a fine thought, sir.” Ross: What is? Jud: Well, whatever you were thinking. Ross says that he was thinking about thrashing Jud from here to Sawle, and Jud is like, fair enough, and leaves.

The letter is a note reminding Ross that the loan of 1000 pounds plus 40% interest is due, so that’s great. D enters, as Ross mutters, and she asks what’s up. “Jud’s groveling is killing me!” D does not believe him, and notes that Ross is packing his saddlebag – he’s heading to Truro to the Wheal Leisure shareholder’s meeting. D: “Since the trial I’ve scarce seen you.” He’s been worrying about the mine, the harvest, everything, “Would you have me neglect our affairs? We’ll talk soon.”

Enys chops wood, and sees Caroline Penvenen ride by – she’s riding a palomino, because of COURSE she is. D walks along the beach, and worriedly strokes her belly.

At the shareholder’s meeting, Ross announces that one of their number has sold her shares to a Mr. Cote, and no one knows who that is. But this former shareholder never went to meetings and trusted that Ross and Co. would know what they’re about, and they hope that the new guy does the same. But no, Tankard comes in, he’s there on behalf of Mr. Cote (“Warleggan, more like,” snarks Mr. Henshawe, and I like him more and more.) Ross smiles tightly.

At Trenwith, Elizabeth walks out the front door to find a footman, and Francis, who is out with Geoffy-Chuck, comes around the drive and tells the kid to shield his eyes, as the sight of Warleggan livery can blind a man. Elizabeth tells him that George sent an invitation, and she’s “sending our regrets.” Francis, who has become somewhat sassy, tells her surely not, and asks the footman to convey their delight at declining the invite. Elizabeth is amused at this new sassy Francis, especially when he asks Geoffy-Chuck if he’d like to do lessons, or help in the fields? “The fields!” “The fields is the correct answer!” Francis swoops the kiddo up and off they trot.

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On the beach, D is collecting driftwood, and notices a soldier up on the cliff, watching her.

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Back at the shareholder’s meeting, Ross gives a quick recap: they started with 50 men four years ago, and now they employ over 100, and they do consistently show a small profit. They aren’t getting fat off of it, but that could change if they could find another lode of copper. Ross and Henshawe proposes that the old Trevorgie workings were abandoned a half century ago, and they were never worked out. There was a cave in, and it’s impossible to get at from above ground, but they’ve worked Wheal Leisure far enough that they should be able to get to the Trevorgie workings. Ross wants to divert the quarterly profits to focus on an exploratory tunnel.

Tankard asks who would do the digging, and would that take workers away from the actual mining and can Ross guarantee there would be actual copper to be found? Just to protect his client’s interests, OF COURSE. Ross: There are no guarantees in mining. Most of shareholders agree to give it a go, save Tankard and another man.

D walks back to the house, and the red coat rides up – it’s Captain McNeil, from last season! He asks if she’s recovered from Ross’ ordeal, and she’s like oh yes, and he expresses the opinion that surely he’s a wiser man for it. Not sailing quite so close to the wind anymore, right? D: “You know Ross.” McNeil is in the neighborhood at the request of Good Old Unwin, “advising on matters of local security.” But he hopes he can drop in on Ross for a rum once in a while, surely? With my old comrade? Or my old comrade’s wife? D giggles a bit, and McNeil takes her load of driftwood to carry to the house.

Inside, Prudie pours some rum and asks if Ross will be home soon. D says she hopes so, as McNeil has stopped by especially to see him. Prudie: Humph. They drink to D’s health. McNeil also wanted to see D – on account of her cow-doctoring skills. D protests that she doesn’t really have any, but Sir Hugh thinks she does! Sir Hugh’s prize cow (Sheba) is sick, and he asked especially for D to come by and see her (D: “I don’t doubt it.”) and won’t she please come and see this poor cow?

Ross enters and is like “whaaaat is happening here” and McNeil jumps up: “An ambush, sir! Caught off guard on your own field!” They shake hands, and Ross asks if he’s on maneuvers. No, he’s quartered with Sir Hugh “Where I’m attempting to lure your wife.” Ross laughs, but it’s not a “ha ha” laugh it’s a “I’m pretty sure I want to tell you to fuck yourself” laugh. D explains it’s about a cow, and McNeil asks if Ross will “lend his wife” (gross) and Ross is like well, D knows her own mind, BUT she has a special fondness for Sir Hugh so no doubt she’ll be over directly. (D does not look amused at that.) Ross has work to do.

At Trenwith, Geoffy-Chuck is working very hard at helping with the harvest, and Francis is proud, while Elizabeth watches.

At Chez Warleggan, George gets Elizabeth’s rejection of his invitation and fumes that it’s obviously Francis’ doing. Tankard asks the question many are wondering, which is “WHY ARE YOU WASTING TIME ON THIS.” Well, Unwin is proving to be useless. “All manner of promises made in exchange for votes and and I’m beginning to fear they’ve been wasted. What’s the use of having an MP in your pocket if he’s too obtuse to do your bidding?” Fair question, I guess. He is pliable, Tankard says. “Only if yoked to wit and intelligence, which in this case, it is not.” Whatever, how did the Wheal Leisure meeting go? But before they can get into that, George says they need to summon the muscle – there’s a small matter regarding “Poldark’s manservant.”

D stalks into Ross’ study, with a murderface. “Did you mislay your manners, leaving me to deal with our guest?” Ross, not looking up, says she seemed to have it under control. “I felt like an intruder.” ROSS. D: What now. Ross: Do you really think he’s here about a COW? D: I can be my own judge. Ross: Just be careful his uniform doesn’t dazzle you. It has that effect on people. D: Like a miner’s daughter that doesn’t know any better? Ross: “That’s for you to demonstrate.” TURD. D: You’re a turd. Ross: I didn’t start this fight! D: YOU NEVER DO, you just pout around and give sour looks to “things that don’t live up to your high-and-mighty standards.” She stalks out. Ross shakes his head and turns back to his work, and D storms out of the house and out of the yard, Garrick at her heels.

Prudie pokes her head into the study and asks Ross what he did to upset D. “I’m sure I haven’t the faintest idea.”

I’m not gonna front with you all, this election cycle is making me VERY TIRED OF DUDES AND ROSS IS BEING THE DUDE-EST RIGHT NOW.

D marches through the woods and happens upon Elizabeth, and D’s like oh, yes, I’m here after my dog. Totally. E asks if Ross is recovered from the trial, and D, to her credit, does not say “Who fucking cares?” but just says that he never speaks of it. E asks if Ross is pleased about the baby, and D’s like, not exactly? E is not stupid, and notes that D hasn’t told him. Well, no, but he doesn’t want another one, not after Julia. “And we’re to blame.” “That’s not my belief.” And Ross doesn’t really think so either. E is still sad that there’s “discord between our families.” D agrees, but thinks that it won’t be lightly set aside. “By Ross, at least.” They curtsy to each other, and D continues her walk.

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In town, Tankards and his muscle ride, and see Jud. Jud sees them, and scurries away. The muscle knows that the strike must be clean, swift, and out of sight. Jud runs. They are in no hurry.

At night, D lies awake at Nampara, while Ross is mining. Henshawe calls a good night’s work, and sends Zacky and a few other men home to bed, but Ross says that he’s home to breakfast and then to Truro. “My finances require urgent attention.” He rides into the Nampara yard at dawn, and walks into the bedroom where D has been straightening Julia’s bed.

They both have the “I have a thing to say to you” faces on, and she gets him to go first. It’s an apology! “I’ve been distracted, and there are things I’ve been wanting to say to you.” “And I you!” “About our finances.” “…oh.” He explains that the shares in Wheal Leisure are the only thing of value they have, but their own coffers are basically bare. He isn’t taking a wage as head purser of the mine, but that’s not the important thing – there’s this interest that needs to be paid – 400 pounds. He’s going to see if he can get the loan extended, but the interest… “Look about you. See what you can bear to part with. Then look again.” He leaves without hearing what she has to say. D looks out the window at the cows.

Next thing you know, she’s gone to Sir Hugh, who asks her if she’s there to steal his heart. “No sir, I’ve come to visit your cow.”

In Truro, Ross does get the loan extended, at the same interest rate, but the current interest is due tomorrow.

The cow in question does look “fair sick” and has all manner of blisters and poultices, but surely D can do better? “Start afresh with a better beast.”

Pascoe asks how the shareholder meeting went, and Ross tells him fine, except for Tankard. “The Warleggan Proxy? Are they on a mission to own the mine?” Nah, just to own Ross.

D is basically offering to sell her own cow (“Emma”) at a goodly price to replace the sick cow. Hugh knows of Ross’ financial difficulties and would be persuaded to buy the cow (he puts a hand on her waist) “if the terms were right.” And those would be? He pins her against the hedge and moves his hand up her arm, “Oh, merely the kind of interest payable here, and here, and here…” He grabs at her ass, and she’s like you have forgotten yourself. “My dog has better manners!” “Woof! Woof!” (god, old dudes are the worst.)

McNeil has a well-timed entrance and tells Hugh that he’s wanted at the house. “Urgently.” Hugh flounces off, and D’s like, “He gets unruly sometimes.” McNeil tells her that if she were to brave Hugh’s company again, he would personally protect her from his enthusiasm.

Montage of D and Ross selling the cow, the chickens, the goats, and the pigs. And some of the furniture. They drive into town, under George’s watchful eye.

Also in town is Enys, who is spotted by Caroline. She has a “tingling in the throat” and hopes it isn’t serious. He doubts it, as she seems to be in the peak of health. Well, but it could be the morbid sore throat! Enys: You’d know. Caroline: Is that what Ross Poldark’s daughter had? What awful luck. They both note Ross and D and the cart of furniture, and that Ross’ luck seems unlikely to change. Caro says that it must be humiliating for Ross “Less so for her, I suppose.” Enys: It’s not fun for either? Excuse me.

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They sell the rugs, the silver, the necklace Ross gave her at the ball. D is almost overcome with upset, but is stopped by George. George smarms that Ross doesn’t look at all well, and Ross is like you don’t either. Have you had a recent disappointment? Or perhaps it is yet to come?

D and Ross go to Pascoe and plunk down money – Pascoe asks how they managed it. “It was quite straightforward. We sold pretty much everything we own.” They still have the horse and the cart.

Enys is taking tea at Trenwith with Aggie and Elizabeth (“You know how she likes to hear of the latest dread diseases,” Elizabeth says in an aside to Enys). Enys asks if he’s correct in thinking that Francis looks in better spirits lately (Aggie rouses enough to poke at her face and mutter about great purple blotches and swellings in the neck). Elizabeth agrees that Francis is better – she can’t tell if it’s because Ross was spared or because something happened. She asks if Enys noticed anything weird while they were in Bodmin. “Not that I can recall.” Elizabeth says that Francis said something to her and “…you might think me callous or hysterical…but I almost think that Francis intended to kill himself.” Enys flinches and Elizabeth sees it. “Did he?” Enys non-answers that she should be glad of whatever happened. “He left a broken man and returned like that.”

Out in the woods, Jud walks and is startled by Tankard and his muscle. Tankard reminds Jud of the deal they made, and Jud’s like I don’t remember shit. Well, maybe I do. I wasn’t myself. “Maybe it slipped my mind.” Jud offers to give back the money, but they don’t want it. The muscle whacks Jud across the face, and then kicks him several times while he is down.

As Enys is leaving, Elizabeth asks him if he sees much of Ross and D. “I so wish our families could be reconciled.” Ross is determined, but maybe Enys could speak to him? Francis is going to give a supper once the harvest is in for the tenants, and Ross and D could come and Enys could come and everything could be okay! Right? Enys will convey the invitation. He cannot make any promises.

At Nampara, D has made supper – a sad stew that Ross gamely eats. D’s about to tell him about the pregnancy, but before she can, Prudie announces that, “Surgeon’s here! I hope he’s eaten afore.” Enys is there to deliver the invitation.

In the bedchamber, D and Ross are undressing, while Ross lists the reasons they will not accept: Julia died because of them, and George is their bosom friend. “Is he?” Ross is incredulous and D says that she’s in no haste to go to Trenwith. “Then we’re in accord.” “It would appear so.” Before this can be explored further, Prudie starts shrieking “DEAD! HE’S DEAD!”

Jud is laid out on a table, looking pretty dead, while Prudie wails about who could have done such a thing? He has no enemies! He was the sweetest, kindest, most peaceable cove that anyone could meet! And she’s left without a penny to bless herself or bury him with. One of the men that brought Jud back hands her a stack of gold sovereigns that fell out of his pocket, and everyone wonders where on earth he could have gotten them. Prudie: “That mizzerly mazzerly stinking black worm!” Zacky asks Ross if he thinks Jud might have gotten them from the Trade (smuggling) and Ross doubts it. Prudie decides that she’ll give Jud a good burial, with food for all, and have a bunch left over. She needs widow’s weeds!

Some women wash and shroud Jud, and Ross reminisces – he’s known Jud since he was a child, and was the most useless servant under the sun, but he taught Ross how to smoke a pipe. And cheat at loo. “They left the money…then this was no random attack.” Ross reminds D that they heard Jud’s testimony – he was ready to speak against Ross but changed his mind. What if he was paid 15 sovereigns and then didn’t?

“George has played us all.” D can’t believe that George would go this far. “The family, the business, and now our servant?” Looks like it. (The pair are talking before their fire, and is intercut with George in front of his gilded mirror, practicing throwing jabs with his tiny fists.) Ross notes that it suits George to be at odds with Francis. So maybe they should accept the invitation? “Some things cannot be mended. But some can.”

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Day: Francis and other men are scything, while Elizabeth and Geoffy-Chuck help load the wagon. He sees Ross and D at the edge of the field and waves, hesitantly, and after a pause, Ross waves back. And starts walking towards Francis. Francis turns to Elizabeth: “This is your doing?” “You’re not displeased?” “Far from it!” Francis grins (GRINS) and he and Ross shake hands. D and E smile at each other.

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The whole party walks over to a small shock of wheat, and Francis picks it up and holds it over his head. “I ‘ave ‘un! I ‘ave ‘un! I ‘ave ‘un!” he yells. “What ‘ave ‘ee? What ‘ave ‘ee? What ‘ave ‘ee?” they crowd yells back. “A neck! A neck! A neck!” (This is a Cornish harvest tradition called “Crying the Neck” and is done when all the scything is done for the harvest.) There is general applause, and Geoffy-Chuck gets to carry the shock to the wagon.

In the house, Francis calls for dancing and leads Elizabeth out to the floor. Ross and D smile at the floor and at each other as the merriment continues.

At Chez Warleggan, George is taking Tankard to task for Jud’s death. “I told you to scare him, not assassinate him!” The muscle got carried away. Do you think Poldark knows we did it? George: HE IS NOT ACTUALLY STUPID. “He might be outside my house right now!” And there’s a knock on the door. George shits his very expensive pants and opens a drawer.

But it’s Unwin, who has a new coat! It copied off of one of Prinny’s. George’s face is SPECTACULAR here while Unwin asks if they can GO to the Penvenen party already, “My intended will be excited to see me.”  George says of course, and shuts the drawer – it had his pistol in it.

At Penvenen’s, Caro is rubbing at her throat when Ray asks her if she’s ready – the guests will be arrive soon. “I have such a pain,” she says prettily, and Ray’s like, but Dr. Choate was here, didn’t he bleed you? “Would you have me submit to his butchery?” “So what do you propose?” Caro smiles.

At Trenwith, Ross, Francis, and Enys all congregate in Francis’ study to drink the last bottle of the good booze, and Francis is like oh yes, by the way, I quarrelled with George. Ross: Oh? Francis: Yeah, like, I woke up and realized the man who’d been my friend for years is actually a complete and utter blackguard. Ross: Indeed. Do you know, I think he’s behind the assault on Jud. Enys asks what ross will do, and the answer is nothing, because he can’t prove it. “But when I do…” A letter arrives for Enys – someone’s taken ill at Killewarren (the Penvenen house). “Tell them to be ill at a more convenient time,” Francis snarks. But it’s a complaint about a sore throat, so he’s going (IOW, he knows who’s summoned him).

Down in the parlor, Elizabeth’s mother is with them – she recounts that word is that fashions in Bath and London have gotten indecent. “And what does indecent mean, Mama?” “BOSOMS. Exposed like capons on the platter.” D is in the corner, fanning herself mightily, and Aggie tells her that she looks pale and that Elizabeth should mix her a rouge. “She goes out so seldom she has no need of it.” (Elizabeth gives an epic eyeroll in the background.) Elizabeth’s mama sighs that this dinner is the highlight of her social calendar. “I know I would be driven quite mad if I only had farmhands and kitchen maids to converse with.”

Enys comes to Killewarren, who is also having their harvest supper. Sir Hugh declaims that he so loves a harvest festivals, nothing like enjoying the fruits of one’s labors. McNeil asks him when the last time Sir Hugh was in his own fields. George asks Unwin where Caro is, and Unwin is like she’s not here! Or her uncle (but Margaret, Truro’s busiest prostitute is there, eyeing George like he’s a ripe plum). Unwin asks if they should go hunt the pair down, but is distracted by McNeil, who he asks if he’d purged the community of violence and the like. McNeil says no, they’ve just had a murder (which he says delightfully Scottishly, murrrderrrr) on their doorstep. George, attempting to have some chill: “Surely not.”

At Nampara, Prudie is presiding over the funeral feast, eulogizing Jud in her new bonnet, when one of the boys runs in. “He’s gone!” “We know that, fool!” No, Jud is missing from his slab. SOMEONE SNATCHED THE BODY. They all go to look, and sure enough, there’s no body, and Prudie screams.

Outside at Trenwith, D is getting air and still fanning herself when she hears Prudie sobbing her way up the drive. Body stealers stole Jud!

Enys is shown upstairs where Ray tells Enys that Caro has been ill for three days, and Choake attended her, but she’s not better! He diagnosed Quinsy, without fever, but she can hardly swallow. Enys has Caro open her mouth and looks carefully, and then blinks a few times. He asks for Ray get someone to fetch warm water and salt. “I think I can help you, but you must stay perfectly still.”

Down in the party, Unwin is prattling on about something ridiculous and pointless while George is like, I have buyer’s remorse. “Perhaps you had better secure the lady before you start spending her fortune.” George leaves Unwin to chat up another man who has shares in Wheal Leisure.

At Trenwith, Ross and Francis have entered into the drunken conversation portion – Francis starts talking about the mine captain at Grambler in his father’s day, he’s been prospecting over the land – mining is what Poldarks do. Ross: Even a hole in the ground costs money. Francis: I have money. “If things had gone badly at the trial, I would have given it to Demelza.” But now that he doesn’t need to, he wants to better himself, to spite George. Ross: The best revenge is to succeed in your own right.

Prudie cries at the shame of having lost her husband and also LOST HER HUSBAND, and how can you have a burying when there’s no body to bury? How? “I’m robbed of a husband! I’m robbed of the pleasure of seeing him planted in the ground!” At that, the door flies open, and Jud staggers in. Prudie faints, being the only sensible thing.

Enys has a pair of tweezers and pulls something out of Caro’s mouth – it’s a fishbone that got stuck in there. “Can I do anything for Horace while I’m here?” Caro smiles. As he’s leaving, he runs into Margaret and her latest – he’s had a fatal gaming encounter. “I doubt you can save him.” George looks on.

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Trenwith: the ladies have deserted the boys, and Francis is quite tired and is for bed. “Thank you, cousin.” “For what?” “I never thought to see under my roof again?” “I never thought to be here.”

Jud is regaling the burial party with the story of his resurrection – he woke up in his winding sheet and with a thirst, and so he went to the public house, and everyone shrieked and ran away, and then he can back, and there’s Prudie having used his money for fancy widow’s weeds and all he’s got is a winding sheet. “‘Tisn’t fair, tisn’t right, tisn’t fit, tisn’t proper!” A prophet is never honored in his own lands. (What?)

Trenwith, Elizabeth is clearing up and finds Ross staring into the fire. As far as they know, D has already gone up, and Ross offers to help clean up. She thanks him for coming, and he agrees that it was a good day. E admits she isn’t sure how they’re paying for it, and Ross is like, I bet you’re sorry you married into this family. E: Should I answer that?

D walks up the drive and sees that there’s one room with a light still on. Ross tells E that Francis said that he’s got money, and that he’s surprised it hasn’t been used for the household. No, that is special money to be used for a special purpose. And George is the one who gave it to him, to repay the losses to Matthew Sanson. Hm.

Ross observes that Francis is changed, for the better, but Elizabeth has always been perfect. “To me, I mean.” D comes down the hall within earshot to hear Elizabeth say, Tthat was long ago…and you’ve been more than happy since.” Ross tells her that she’s grown up, but today in the field she looked like she was 16. She says that the past few months have changed her – appreciating what she has, rather than what she lacks. Ross smiles that is wise, and there’s no point in thinking about what might have been.

E: We’d never have been happy together, we’re too different. Ross: True, but could not love overcome such obstacles? “And surely there’s a greater impediment? You’re a lady, you never could have played the scullery maid.” (D’s face as she hears this is…Oh Ross, get a nut protector.) E: I may have hidden talents! Ross: You did bring the light back to Francis’ eyes. E: I don’t know how I did that.

They stare at each other in that way that proceeds a kiss, before Elizabeth tells him to go to bed, or else D will think he’s gone astray. D flees for the guest room and is in her nightclothes before Ross gets there. He enters, and makes noises about how he thought she’d already gone to bed, and she’s like no, I went out. “OUT?” “Prudie came. Jud’s alive.” “What?” “Well, until Prudie kills him again.” D says she’s too tired to give details.

But not to tired to poke a wound – Elizabeth looked well, right? She did. Ross reminisces about the last visit there – Christmas, when he told her that he loved her for the first time, and she told him she was pregnant. “It was different then. You were glad I was with child.” D starts to cry. “We were in our first days of love, and you never would have looked twice at another women.” Ross: What man doesn’t look twice? And what man doesn’t think twice about bringing a child into this world? D’s face crumples, and Ross stills. “Demelza?” “Yes, Ross? …yes, Ross.”

She tells him that she’s known since the trial, and that she was afraid to tell him because he said he didn’t want another kid, and he’s like that was in the abstract! Now there’s going to BE a baby, an actual baby and I’m happy about that! “If you can risk your heart again…” “I can!” “Then so can I.” They embrace, but Ross does that over the shoulder grimace thing that means he’s worried.

RHG: Welp. Kind of lot happened there? There’s trouble in paradise from both the financial and the “ROSS KEEP IT IN YOUR FUCKING PANTS” sectors.  Also Hugh is gross and McNeil is possibly gross but Enys is perfect. Jesus Jud is kind of amazing? I love him?

And Enys and Caroline are perfect and he asked after Horace and I’m displacing my lack of Verity and Blamey (Vendrew is still a terrible ship name) on those two idiots.

Happy, attempting to be a grown up Francis is a nice Francis.

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  1. DonnaMarie says:

    testing

  2. Crystal says:

    A coworker and I that love Poldark spent a lot of the next day going, “Ugh, ROSS. It’s a good thing you’re pretty…because you are such an ass.”

  3. DonnaMarie says:

    That’s not a commentary above, well, maybe a little because it is good that he’s pretty. Stupid computer would not let me post yesterday.

    I must say I got a little lost this episode. Too many people in too many places. I started to lose track of who was who!

    I must say I wasn’t surprised by Hugh. I got a bit of a sceeve vibe off him at that last party. It was bound to happen. Demelza isn’t of their class, so surely she’s game for anything. Although why an old man would think a young pretty woman with a young pretty husband would think, yes, a sceevey old man is just what I’ve been missing in my life. And I’ve been giving McNeal the hairy eyeball as well.

    Does anyone else think we’re going to see George sitting in a corner pointing is gun at shadows soon? Hopefully accidently shooting Tankard.

  4. Madge says:

    The Dude abides. Big Lebowski aside – and perhaps SPOILERS AHEAD – Poldark the series is nothing if not a dude’s world series, so gird thy loins. Ross and George and characters we haven’t even seen yet do fly to spectacular heights in the bad!dude department. Oh, the melodrama is delicious.

    I watched and adored unconditionally the original 1970s series as a teen, and am glad that this version’s S2 has begun to include more actual plot and fewer filler scenes of Ross riding to and fro on his horse that we got in S1. Still wish there was hawt (or any, really) chemistry between Turner and Tomlinson, but whatevs.

    However. Oh la la, Caroline and Enys. Their chemistry is smokin’. And Caro is magnificent. I died when I saw her heart beauty mark in the “open your mouth” (eeeeee!) (for the tongue compressor, of course!) scene of theirs. She’s wearing hers on her…cheek, thank you very much, so get with the program, Dr. Hottie. Theirs is such a standard HR set-up, it’s delish.

    Oh, Phil Davis. Such a pro. Still love him best in the underrated Whitechapel, but it’s always a boon when he’s onscreen. Even with such random drunko ramblings as dialogue, he elevates this series.

  5. Nataka says:

    Vendrew might be a terrible ship name, but what do we come up with for Dwight + Caroline ? I think I love EVERYTHING about Dr Enys (as played by Luke Norris), including his grave mistakes from season one. But his first name, really ! I have to concentrate on his very blue, blinking eyes and dazzling good-guy smile, and call him Enys or Doc, because sorry, but there’s no crushing possible on a Dwight for me.

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