All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e12 Birth of a Forsyte.eng

So you're together.

As you can see.
Very pretty.

I don't know what else
you'd expect

after what we both
received this morning.

You bring an action for divorce.

Irene is the respondent,
and I,

it appears,
am the co-respondent.

Surely your decision takes away
any rights you once possessed.

We'll see about that.

Yes, we will.
What do you want?

I came...
I came to give you

one final chance.

As for you,

you are a forsyte, as I am.
Oh, soames.

Is that so humorous?
- Whatever you may have been in

the past,
you are now a man of substance

and standing, 50 years old.
You're a successful

an associate of the academy,
hung on the line.

Whether you like it or not,
you have a reputation to lose.

You have a son, I believe,
in south africa,

and daughters old enough
to appreciate scandal

and feel shame.
Shame?

I too, have a reputation
to lose, but understand this...

now understand this, irene:
If you two don't swear

to keep away from each other
from now on,

I won't sp
i'll divorce you with every

possible mark of disgrace.
Leave her alone.

Irene, will you swear to this?
- No.

You?
- Still less.

So you're guilty.

You're both guilty.

Yes.
You are the devil!

Get out of this house, soa
and you're a thief.

Stealing another man's wife.
God help me, soames, if you

don't get out of this house...
I'll make you pay for this!

Certainly! Any sum you like.
You!

I hope you'll treat him
as you've treated me.

All right.

All right, my dear.
It's all right. It's over.

I apologize.
I lost my temper.

You did well to lose it.

Yes, but I feel sorry for him.

He's possessed.
Still, we progress,

don't we, eh?
- Do we?

Fifty years ago, that might
have ended in a brawl.

A century ago,
it could have been a duel.

Who knows,
50 years from now,

such matters will be settled
over a sup of tea.

Come on. Let's go out
onto the terrace.

The air in here
is not what it was.

And irene...

thank you for that...
for that good lie.

And thank you...

dear, beloved jo.

Before this night's over,
we'll make it the truth.

More, please.

Ah, thank you.
Thank you.

All right.

"Regret to inform you

your son...
"died of enteric fever,

june 20th.
Deep sympathy."

To die out there,

alone,

without me,

without any of us...
better to die cleanly

in battle.

He was just 20 years old,

irene.

He had no life.

No life at all.

Now, james, you'll catch cold.
Why can't you wait quietly?

Wait? I'm always waiting.

Why doesn't he come?
- Don't fuss, dear.

You can speak to him tomorrow.
There you go,

always cock-a-hoop.
I may be dead by tomorrow.

Maybe he won't come at all.
Well if he does,

I'll bring him up.
If he doesn't,

you won't catch him
by making a guy of yourself

out on the landing.

You see? He's here.
Ah, well, that's all right.

Now, come in
and I'll brush your hair.

You know you like that.

Come along, dear. Sit down.

Ah, dear boy.

There you are.
Father.

Mother.
Dear.

I've been waiting.

You look better.

No. No, I...
I want to say something.

I haven't told your mother.
Your father's been

in a great state all evening.
I'm sure I don't know

what about.
I'm getting on, soames.

Nearly 90.

At that age, I can't tell.

There'll be a lot of money.

Who'll get it all?

Val's out there.
His precious father's

got to be watched.
He'll get what he can.

No doubt somebody will pick up
imogen, I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, if that's all...

no! No...

no, it's you, my boy.

You ought to get a divorce.

I don't know what's
become of her.

They say she's abroad.
Your uncle swithin

used to admire her.
He was a funny chap.

She wouldn't be alone,
I dare say.

Come now, james.

Soames knows best.
But there's all my money,

and his too.
Who's going to get it?

When he dies,
the name goes out.

There are other forsytes.
As if that helped me!

I shall be in my grave.
Unless soames marries again...

nobody.

Yes, you're quite right.

I'm getting a divorce.
What?

There. Nobody tells me anything.

My dear boy, this is a surprise
after all these years.

It will be a scandal.
I can't help that.

Don't brush so hard.

When does it come on?
- Before the long vacation.

It's not defended.

I shan't live
to see my grandson.

Of course you will, dear.
Soames will be

as quick as he can.

How did you know I was here?

Well, I'll tell you.

When you're not with me,
I feel lost.

Suddenly, I didn't feel
lost anymore.

It's as simple as that.
Simple flattery.

That's what you go in for.
And I'm simple enough

to believe it.
How did the shopping go?

As it always does here.

When in rome...
I haggled for half an hour

over a piece of lace,
didn't buy it in the end,

and came away with a dozen
handkerchiefs for you.

I don't need handkerchiefs.
No, but it's very good for you

to be given things
now and then.

Because you're a giver,
not a taker.

A non-forsyte.
I love you for being that.

Well, that's g
yes, but there's a danger

even in virtue,
carried to excess.

Danger?
- Of course.

You might become... smug.

Oh, never.

Oh, yes. Even you.
No, no.

Jo?
- Mm?

I love you.

Yes, you do, don't you?

You most certainly do.

And it never ceases
to astonish me.

It shouldn'T.
You're a lovable man.

But when it comes
to giving things

the small things,
as well as the great,

you must indulge me, jo.

Perhaps you don't know this,

but since my father died
when I was 15,

I've never had the chance to buy
presents for anyone I loved.

Idiotic things like pipe racks
and key rings

and books about fishing.

So if I bombard you
with terracotta statuettes

of st. Peter,
or handkerchiefs

that you don't need...
accept them... and forgive me.

All right. lem,
and I forgive you.

Very well, then.

No painting today?

No, not today.
Or yesterday.

I don't seem to be able
to paint in rome.

Other painters
have been able to.

Yes, that's he trouble.
Far too many,

and all too good at it.
No, all I can do

is sit in the sun and think.
About jolly?

Yes.
Every day.

Oh, and june too, and holly.
I had a letter

from south africa this morning.
Holly and val dartie.

They're married.

Oh.

Do you mind?
- Mind?

Who am I to mind?
- But I hope he loves her.

Holly needs to be loved.

Like daughter...

like father.

Who?

Who do you say he married?
- Holly forsyte. Jo's daughter.

Good lord.

He got special leave.
Well, I didn't even know

they knew each other.
Well, I...

it's awkward, isn't it?
- Awkward.

With this case
coming on, it...

shall I mention it
when I write to him?

Yes, you'd better.
She may know already.

You've seen her,
haven't you?

Is she pretty?
- Yes. I suppose so.

Slim, quite ladylike.
Oh, well, that doesn't

sound so bad.
But it is a coil.

What will father say?
- No, no, no.

He musn't be told.
Well, the war's nearly over.

Val had better stay out there.
But I want him back.

I miss him.
He helps me to get on.

Yes, I know. But still...

well, he'd better
take up farming.

That fellow will give
his daughter money,

I shouldn't wonder.
Yes.

Well, perhaps
for the time being.

Soames, would you like me

to come to the court with you?
- No!

No, winifred, thank you,
but I'd rather go alone.

Never mind, dear.

You'll feel so much better
when it's all over.

I don't know what I did.

I've never known.

I was fond of her.

Always was.

Poor old boy.
It's been too bad of her,

all along.

Well, I've made up my mind

about one thing.

I'm going to retire.

From the firm?
- Mm.

From the law?
- But soames, it's been

your whole life.
Oh, no

after this scandal's out,
I'm finished with the law.

I don't see how you can do that.
It's done.

We've amalgamated with cuthcott,
kingson and holliday.

I've left my name

as sleeping partner,
and my clients go with it.

The new firm will be called
cuthcott, kingson and forsyte.

For that, I shall receive
a considerable sum.

But soames, you've looked

after things for so long,
for all the family.

That I can still do,
where occasion arises.

And old gradman
can stay on as clerk,

dealing with exclusively
forsyte matters.

After all this time.
But what will you do

with yourself?
- I shall buy pictures.

And sell them.
And keep the best.

You've always had
a flair for that.

Yes. I shall go on
developing it.

In time, I shall have
a unique collection.

And when I die...

it shall go to the nation.

The forsyte bequest.

Splendid.
Now that is worth doing.

Yes, I think so.

But first
there's this damnable divorce.

Will it go on for long?
- In court, I mean?

No.
No, those two,

before they went abroad,
left very clear evidence

of adultery.
It should last

about half an hour.
But in that half-hour...

yes, I know, dear,
and I am sorry.

I'm claiming damages.
Substantial damages.

Soames?
- Mm-hm.

Is that wise?
- Won't people say...?

Oh, that I got
a good price for her.

Yes, I know what they'll say,
if they're given a chance.

But I've spoken to counsel,

and he'll announce in court

that the damages
will be awarded to charity.

To the blind.

They should assess them pretty
highly, wouldn't you think?

This case is perfectly clear.

Adultery by the respondent
has not only been admitted,

but has been abundantly proved

to the satisfaction of the jury.

The petition is granted.

Decree nisi in favor
of the petitioner.

The claim for damages
against the co-respondent

is admitted for the sum
assessed by the jury.

Annette...

is there anything of interest
in the newspapers today?

Oh, a new restaurant opens
in dean street...

the queen is not well,

the battersea murderer
will be hanged.

And the d�collet� will be lower
and the hips

will be more slender.
Ha!

Annette, I am going upstairs.

I think I have
the little migraine.

Oh, quel dommage.

But a migraine, maman,

fortunately it happens
very seldom.

Entrez.

Annette. Good evening.

Good evening.
You are a stranger.

I haven't wished to be.

I've been busy.

Where's your mother?
- I have some news for her.

She's, uh, upstairs.
Shall I call her?

No.

Are you unwell?

No, it's nothing. Nothing.
A touch of the sun, perhaps.

Well, sit down.
It will pass, then.

Thank you.

May I get you something?
- A cognac?

No, no, no. Thank you.

Annette, sit down.
I want to talk to you.

I'm going to mapledurham

tomorrow for a long holiday.
Oh, to your house by the river.

Good. You can rest there.
I'm going to write

to your mother
and ask you both to come down

and spend a few days.
The country's looking

at its best just now.
Will you come?

It will be very nice.

Annette, do you know

i'm a married man?
- Oh, I imagined so.

Oh? Why?
- Well, few men of your age

are not.

And then...

you come here and...
look at me

the way you look at me now,

as if I am attractive
to you.

You are.
Yet you say nothing.

Well, up till now, there was
very little I could say.

But now...

you've seen the evening paper?

I see.

Well, you're discreet.
I admire that in you.

Well, there's no point
in going into details...

but according to english law,

I can't marry again
for six months.

When that time is up...

annette, I'm not a young man.

Oh, but not old.

No.
So...

what do I offer you?

Wealth. I know you want that.

A beautiful home,
a social position.

A life of security
and leisure.

Children.

Will that be...

enough for you?

I am honored that you

should wish to marry me.

May I have a little time

to think?
- Of course.

And to consult my mother.

I shall write

to your mother,
formally asking her permission.

You are very kind.

Then give me your hand.

Darling?

Hm?
- This will do for shoes

and other oddments.
[Lau

by jove, if we go on collecting
any more rubbish...

your fault, darling.
Look at it.

If I admire something,
you buy it.

I've already decided to dislike
everything, in any shop,

from now on.

Well, I've got a better id
every time we buy something,

let's throw something away, hm?
- Certainly not.

But we have had a spree,
haven't we?

Yes, we certainly have.
I have a surprise for you.

This has just arrived.

"Soames awarded decree nisi
today. Stop.

"Have paid damages and costs.
Stop.

"You are now stony broke.
Stop.

Regards to you both.
Jack herring."

What does he...?
- Oh, no, my darling.

He's only joking.
I'm very far

from being stony broke.
Even if I were,

it would be worth it,
to know that you're free.

At last.
Yes.

After all these years.

I can't believe it.

But jo,

I don't feel any more free
than I did yesterday,

or since that day
when you told me you loved me.

No, no. You told me.

True, but you've been telling me
ever since.

In six months,
we can be married.

Will you marry me?
- You once asked me

a long time ago,
what I should do

if I fell in love again...
and you said,

"I should love."
And that's what I have done.

Joyfully, without regrets.

So it's for you to decide, jo.

Whatever you want me to do,
I'll do it.

Irene, I'm afraid.

You? Afraid?

Because I'm a forsyte.

But darling, you said yourself
you're only half A...

please, listen.
Deep inside me,

like all the forsytes,
there's a worm.

It's called
the possessive instinct.

I've tried to kill it,
but it's still there.

We're a breed of spoilers,

close and greedy.

If you marry me, you become
my property. The law says so.

Wouldn't it be better

if you were to remain free,
to come to me when you wish

and go when you please?
- Am I to be trusted

not to grasp and possess

and finally destroy what
i love most in all the world?

Yes, jo.
You are to be trusted.

That's why I'm here.

So tell me...

do you want us to marry?

You know I do.

Then we shall.

And jo...

no more anxiety.
Don't ever have doubts again.

Don't be afraid of yourself,
or of me.

Freedom to come and go

as I please, indeed.
No woman really wants

that sort of freedom.
Not if she's in love,

as I am.
Certainly not

if she's going to have a child.

Yes, jo, I think so.

I'm sure of it.
And I'm so happy, my love.

I'm so happy.

Did you say wounded, dear?

Poor val. Where was he hit?
- In the leg, aunt.

Oh!
Oh, it's not really serious

oh, no. And holly is nursing
him, but he will have a limp.

Oh.
Oh.

He wants james
to buy him a farm out there.

A farm, emily?
- Oh, yes, but

for breeding horses.
But james is very doubtful.

And with good reason.
Because if he doesn't

buy a farm,
then it can't turn out badly,

don't you know.
And horses are rather uncertain,

are they not?
- I'm sure dear monty

finds them so.
Val is different.

He takes after me.
Yes, thank goodness.

Anyway, I think he ought
to work at something.

In london,
it's amusing to do nothing,

but out there, why,
he'd be bored to death.

Well, just so long as he
doesn't lose anything by it.

Timothy, you know,
did so much better by retiring.

Yes, and it is not as if
they had no money.

Oh, no, indeed.
James is giving val 500 a year.

And holly is to have 800
from her father.

Well, jo has fewer demands

on him, of course.
June's money is her own.

Oh, I would so like
to see dear jo again,

now that horrid divorce is over.

Juley, dear...
you know that that

would never do.
Whatever would soames think?

Having being so kind too,
such a constant visitor.

Mr. Nicholas, ma'am.

Nicholas.

Well, how do you do?
- What a lovely surprise, dear.

How nice, dear.
We're always so glad to see you.

Well, my dear.

Dear nicholas.

This war,
it'll cost 300 million,

if it costs a penny...

good gracious!

...Before they've done with it.

Well then, as timothy says,

we shall have south africa
once and for all.

That's as may be.
I don't trust those boers.

Never did. Never will.
Here, you won't have seen

the times yet.
No, dear. Timothy keeps it

till after tea.
There's an item there.

Here, you read it to them.

You've got young eyes.

Oh, uncle, thank you.
Nicholas:

In the marriages.
Juley and hester:

Marriages?
- Oh! Two items.

Two?
- "Jolyon forsyte to irene,

only daughter of the late
professor heron."

Oh. Would you call that
a true description of irene?

Really, hester.

Would you prefer
to see her described

as the divorced wife
of soames forsyte?

And the second item.
"In paris.

Soames forsyte to annette.

Only daughter
of the late michel lamotte."

Oh, dear soames.
Soames, married.

Emily, winifred, did you know?

Yes, of course, dear.
How delightful.

What is she like?
- French. I don't hold

with the french. Never did.
Emily:

Well, we haven't actually...
hester:

Really, smither!
Madam.

Well, what is it?
- It's the queen, ma'am.

The poor old queen.

She's dead.

Good lord, it's uncle nicholas!

Oh, I asked him.
Am I late?

No, sir. She is.

Your uncle swithin and i

saw her crowned.
Slim thing she was.

Got very stout lately.
Didn't get about enough.

And we saw her married
to that german chap.

He turned out all right
in the end.

But that son of his...
his majesty, uncle.

Good old bertie.
Now, he's a sportsman.

Hm. They tell me this german
emperor is here for the funeral.

I shouldn't be surpr

if he gave us trouble
one of these days.

Bombastic chap. Germans!

Oh, here she comes.

Come along, uncle nick.
I'll get you a place

by the window.
Thank you, george.

I'd like to see
the end of it all.

But hester, do you not think,

after all...?

No, juley.

You know what winifred said.
The procession is not coming

down the bayswater road,
so it's quite useless

for us to go to the window.
But I should like to.

Very well,
but you won't see anything.

Nothing. Nothing at all,
I assure you.

Oh, hester, look.

All those people.

What is it, dear?

Thousands and thousands
of people.

Oh! How extraordinary.

The park is full of people.

They won't see anything either.

No, hester. But they're there.

Oh, he shouldn'T.

He really shouldn'T.

All those persons

with their hats off.
If they're not careful,

they'll catch their death
of cold.

Well, annette.

Take a good look.

The passing of an age.

You won't see anything
like this again.

Soames?

Hm?
- Did you see? That lady,

I'm sure she knows you.
No, it's a mistake.

What a lovely face.
And how she looks.

Elle est tres distinguee.

Pay attention.
They're coming.

How sad it is.

And beautiful.

Well, james, you've got

a capital view from here.
I thought you were never coming.

Might have missed it.
I had to talk to cook

about the souffl�.
Souffl�s!

Well, dear, you'd be
the first to complain...

sh! Be quiet.
And with soames bringing annette

to luncheon for the first time.
I'm told the french are very

particular about what they...
here she comes.

Now we've got this chap, edward.

Bertie, they call him.
They say he's steadied down,

but I don't know.

I can't tell

he'll make the money fly,
I shouldn't wonder.

Well, there it is.

Ann. Jolyon. Swithin.
Roger. All gone.

James, just listen

to those drums.

I am listening.

Oh, no, dear!
Don't try to get up.

You can see perfectly well
from there.

I don't care to be sitting
when the queen passes by.

She had a lot of worry

and anxiety.
Glad to be out of it,

I should think.
Don't you ever tell me

where I'm buried.
I shan't want to know.

Very well, dear.

Now, we've just got time to get
you tidy before they come.

You must look your best.

What time are they coming?
- Half past one.

They're calling in
at timothy's on the way

to introduce annette.
Yes. They say she's pretty.

Yes.
Annette.

Oh, you are so pretty.
Almost too young and pretty

for our dear soames.
But you'll find him

very attentive and careful,
and such a good husband.

Damn it, george,
you've got to admit it.

That fellow soames
knows how to pick them, eh?

I don't know what they see
in him, myself.

Nor I.
Well, she'll probably

play him the same trick
as the last one did.

Yeah, but meanwhile...
meanwhile he's a lucky devil,

what?
- Yes, he certainly is.

And you, dear soames?
- How are you?

Have you quite got over
that horrid divorce?

Juley,
but it's quite ridiculous,

you know.
You can't possibly expect me

to think of you as an aunt.
Now can she, mother?

I'm sure there's no need
to do any such thing.

I hope you will call me annette.

Of cou
after all, imogen, I used

to call your grandmama emily.
No!

Indeed, yes.
It was quite the fashion

for a few seasons.
Annette?

Well, now.
Do sit down.

Well, annette, dear.

And what do you think of london?

I know london.
I have visited before.

And what part of london
do you know best?

Soho.

Soho? Soho?
- Yes, it's very french.

And interesting.
Yes. Your uncle roger

had property there.
He was always turning

the tenants out, I remember.

Soames, when do you go
to mapledurham?

Early next week.
That is, if annette's had enough

of london and the shops.
Who could be interested in

london shops after paris?
- Well, that is a matter

of taste, my dear.
Exactly.

Well, I'm sure you'll both
be very happy down there.

And we're all so looking forward

to the time when annette
has a dear little...

juley, dear!
Um... we must be going.

Father will be waiting.
Of course.

Give my love to your father,
and to your mother.

Are you going to this luncheon?

Eh, I couldn't get out of it.
How's the old man?

He must be over 90.
Coming up for it.

I doubt if he'll stay
the course, though.

I'll lay you evens he does.
You're on.

Monty!

Coming, dear.
I shouldn't mention soho,

if I were you.

No?
- No, well...

I mean, I want you to meet
the right sort of people,

and the english are such snobs.

Yes.
Well, there it is.

Doesn't do round here
to let anybody know

that you've been in any sort
of trade, however creditable.

Puts a sort of label
on you.

You understand?

Oh, yes.
It is the same in france.

Good.

Good.
Of course, class

is everything, really.
Comme vous tes sage.

Hm?

Et vous tes ma belle femme.
Oh, no, soames. No.

Ne parlez pas fran�ais, hm?

That old aunt...

juley?
- Juley.

What is she looking forward to?

Oh, god knows...

she's always saying something.

My darling?

- Hm?
- Nurse jenkins has arrived,

and plunket is feeding her
tea and muffins.

How are you feeling?

Very well, my love,
thank you.

That's what you always say.

But I am.
Don't you think I look well?

Calm and serene
and beautiful as ever.

I don't know how you do it.
I'm as jumpy as a cat.

Jo, dear,
you are not to worry.

Well. I can't help it.
After all...

after all, I am nearly 38
and this will be my first baby.

Is that why you're so anxious?

Well, I should be anyway, but...
yes, I know.

All I can tell you is that if
i look calm, it's because I am.

The long, wasted years

have simply fallen away.
All through this last year

when we've been together,
I've just grown

younger and younger.
Now I feel about 20 years old.

It's ridiculous.

It's an enchantment,
that's what it is.

We're under a blinking spell.

Even me, disreputable
old graybeard that I am.

Disreputable young bluebeard.

I shall ignore that remark,
but on any other occasion,

I should probably beat you.

You see?

Juvenile.

Jo, when he's born...

you're certain, aren't you?

Of course.

We shall have a son.

And if you don't mind, darling,

I should like
to call him jolyon.

Why should I mind?
- After your father,

whom I loved,
and you, because

i love you most dearly...
and because of jolly?

Do you imagine
i should care about that?

Perhaps.

Irene...

when grand people die,
I mean, people who make

a mark on their generation,
we put up statues to them.

And usually very ugly
statues they are too.

Now, I've never quite seen
the point of this.

Either a man will be remembered
for his own work,

like shakespeare.

And beethoven.
Yes. Or not at all.

Now, this is the only kind of
immortality that I can accept.

For the rest of us,

I think we live on in the memory
of those who loved us.

When they are gone,
we must die too.

Do you need anything more?
- I don'T.

No.
So jolly lives on

for a little while.
Through you and holly and val?

Yes, val will remember him.

Nobody of the next generation,
because jolly was...

well, he was not permitted
to have children of his own.

But when I spoke
of enchantment...

you were not wholly frivolous,
were you?

No.
Miracle would have been

a better word.
Because if we have a son...

and we call him jolyon,
which we will,

he'll not only be
your child and mine,

but in some sort
of strange sense,

he'll be the son

that jolly never had.

It was good of you to come.

We've been longing to hear
how it all went off.

Was your father pleased
with his presents?

I'm sure he was, though he was
very funny about it all.

He said he couldn't think
what the fuss was about.

And why should people
throw their money away on him,

and what should he do with
birthday presents at his age?

Oh, dear james.
That is the point. He is 90.

The oldest of us all.

Now tell me. Annette and soames
were there, of course.

Dear soames. How well and happy
he looked when they were here.

Yes, but annette.

Imagine, she's only two years
older than me.

It must be awful for her,
married to uncle soames.

I mean, when I...
really, imogen!

Your uncle soames is an
excellent match for anyone.

He's a very clever man,
and good-looking.

And considerate and careful.

I hope that you will marry
as good a man.

Miss frances forsyte.

Well!
Well, what do you think of it?

Think of what, dear?
- Do you mean you don't know?

Know what, dear?

In the times, this morning.
Oh, don't be so annoying,

francie.
Nobody's looked

at a paper today.
Is it something dreadful?

Do you think you ought
to tell us? What was it?

Irene's had a son
at robin hill.

Oh! And they were only married

in january.
Yes, aunt.

Isn't it interesting?
- Well, I'm glad.

Oh, really...
no, I'm really glad.

I was very sorry for jo,
losing his boy.

It might have been val.
George was amusing about it.

He's calling jo
the three-decker.

Why, dear?
- Well, on account

of his having three families,
don't you know?

George is naughty, isn't he?

Such a droll.
I wonder what dear soames

thinks about it.
I know he so much

wanted a son himself.
A little bird

has always told me that.
Well, you might as well know.

Bar accidents,
he's going to have one.

Oh.
Oh.

Well, doctor?

It's serious.
How serious?

The position i
i can make pretty certain

of her life, if I operate.
Then you...

but...
the baby will be born dead.

If I don't operate,
the baby will probably live,

but it's a great risk
for the mother.

A great risk.
In either case, I don't think

she can ever have another child.
We must get a specialist.

There's no time for that.
If I'm going to operate,

it must be done at once.
Well, then my wife must decide.

She's in no state to do so.
What time does her mother

get here?
- Not till late tonight.

Then the decision must be yours.
I'm going back to the surgery

to get my instruments,
but I'll be back

within the hour.

Soames?

Soames.

Winifred!
Didn't you get my letter?

Letter? What letter?
- I've seen nothing for two days.

Father's very ill.
He caught a chill three days

ago, and it's gone to his lungs.
The doctor says

there's little hope for him.
I can't leave here now.

Not now.
What's happened? Annette?

She's in labor prematurely,

and it's dangerous.

Without an operation,
she may die.

Oh, soames!
But an operation

will certainly kill the child.
And she can never have another.

She wants the child.

I know she does.
She longs for it,

as much as I do.
But winifred,

I have to decide.
How can I?

She's so young,
no more children...

all those years with...

nothing.

Then there's father, waiting.

To decide between life
and death. How can I?

How can I?

Poor soames.
You have decided already,

haven't you?
- Shall I stay here with you?

No. Go back to london.
I'll come as soon as I can.

Very well, dear.
I shall give father your love.

Winifred.

It's all right.

I'm on your side, you know.

I always have been.

And II tell u thg.

Annewould losg

ra thalose h by.

Th'sot.?

Th'ssier.

I' sn paent.
Ye

the siion tam
ve yed

i
don't operate.

Not?

You do understand the risk?

You said there was a chance.
A chance, yes.

But only a chance.
And the baby must be

born dead if you do?
- No doubt of that.

Do y s t thain a ce,
shcaner ve ather

one n'bebsoly re
well...

it's most unlikely.

She'strong. We'll risk it.

Very well.
It's on your shoulders.

What's the good of that?
- I don't want to know.

Very well, dear.

I'm sure there's no need.

I want to see soames.

Send for soames.

We've done so, dear.
Winifred has gone down

to fetch him.
I want to see soames.

Of course, dear.
He won't be long.

It's over.

Over?
- What do you mean?

I mean that the child is born,
and your wife is alive.

I congratulate you.
It was touch and go.

Thank you.

Thank you.
They'll both do very well,

but it was lucky
she had a daughter.

Daughter?
- Yes.

A boy would have killed her.
The head, you know.

Well, would you like
to see them?

No, not now. I can'T.
I have to go to london.

My father is dying.

Is it all right?

When does her mother come?
- Um... about 9:00.

I'll stay till then.
You may go with an easy mind.

Very well.

Oh, there'll be some dinner.

Ask for anything you want.

There now, warmson,

don't look like that.
What?

We all come to it, you know,
we all come to it.

He had a very good innings,
better than most.

It's been a long time, sir,
that's all.

I've been with mr. Forsyte
a long time.

Ah, there you are, my boy.

How is he?
- Going fast,

but he keeps asking for you.
Worrying about something,

though what he's got
to worry about...

will you have
a glass of wine, sir?

No, thank you, warmson.
Excuse me, uncle.

Well...

good night, warmson.
Mustn't keep the horses waiting.

It's cruel.

Here I am, father.

Soames.

What... what news?

They... never tell.

It's good news, father.

The best.

Annette has had her child.

And...

it's a son, father.

A son.
Is soames here?

He arrived over an hour ago.

These englishmen, incroyable.

Doesn't he want
to see his child?

To be emotional
is bad form, maman.

Bad form.

That, I have learned.
Does this not distress you?

There is no hurry.
He will come.

You grow just like him.
I think perhaps, maman,

it is better that I should.

Ah.

The baby is adorable.

Your wife has been
waiting for you.

Forgive me.

My father died in london.

Did you know?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Well, how do you feel?

Not so bad now.

But I suffered terribly.

Oh, how I suffered.

There will be

no more children.

Did you know?

And I'm glad, soames.

I'm glad.

Well, we must feed you up

and make you strong again.

Don't you want

to see the baby?

Yes, of course.

Very much.

She's asleep.

Elle est adorable,

n'est-ce pas?

Ma petite fleur.

Fleur.

We'll call her that.

Fleur.

Mine.

This is mine.

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