What great timing for George Warleggan to reveal himself as the Saruman to his agent’s Wormtongue, rolling up on Ross’s meeting! One is smuggling-adjacent, and the other is to rev up Wheal Grace, his father’s old, defunct mine, the money from the first ideally assisting him in the latter. Surely that’s not too unreasonable to protect your family?īack at the mine, Ross is beginning to come up with two new schemes (I know, I know) to fill his coffers and dust his ambition. The kind of close friendship where you eventually engage in some tongue-kissing. He just wants to be friends! Close, close friends. Enys is like, “Must be going now, Mother Teresa, best of luck to you and your fat pug.” She sends him a bunch of oranges later, it’ll be fine.Įlizabeth, knowing what side her bread is buttered on, pays a call on George Warleggan, who is all, “Why don’t we hang out anymore? You can’t still be bothered about the trial where I tried to destroy your family, right? That was MONTHS ago.” And then, the kill shot: He could call in their loans at any time, so they need to play nice. Pug Lady delivers a brief Scrooge-esque monologue about how it would be best if all his poor sick patients just died already to stop clogging up the picturesque countryside with their ugly belongings and open sores. Like many blossoming make-out sessions, however, this one is brought to an abrupt end by political differences. When Enys finally hauls his cookies to visit Pug Lady and inquire after her perfectly healthy throat, she responds to his request to open her mouth by very slightly parting her lips in a Suggestive Manner. Because you have never drawn appropriate boundaries with her man! To Elizabeth’s credit, it’s really Ross who’s been pushing the envelope, but don’t play dumb. It is in this state that she has a frosty little encounter in the woods with Elizabeth (looking like a summer’s freaking dawn, as per usual), who is clearly confused as to why Demelza isn’t happy to see her. Oz over here, because I was like “that sounds like scurvy” about 20 seconds before Enys said, “It’s scurvy,” so I could probably be one of the finest doctors in olden Cornwall.ĭemelza is now hugely pregnant, as there are only two stages of pregnancy in 18th-century Cornwall: skinny and telling your husband, and then ready to pop. He literally says, “I’ve tried everything: fresh air, sunshine, goat’s milk, nutmeg … ” just to drive home that we are in the past and everything is terrible. Enys is selfishly attending to a weird new sickness that’s hitting miners and fishermen alike, so this is basically the opening of Contagion. You can tell she’s a woman of weak virtue because she is visibly wearing makeup. Enys has failed to show up to tend to the tingling in her throat. Keep your head down, Ross! You just got out of jail! Why are you this way?Īcross the way, slutty Pug Lady is all agitated because Dr. They’re immediately accosted by Ross, who couldn’t miss the chance to deliver a stirring speech about rural poverty. Therefore, I was not thrilled when this week’s episode opened with a line of surly-looking men being taken by the local fuzz to Truro Jail. We have been very, very patient for Poldark to get to our love triangle, and the mild tease we got at the end of episode two only fanned the flames.
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