All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e13 Encounter.eng

And so, the world war is over.

The war that came upon us
li thunderclap in 1914.

Someone described it
as the war to end war.

It seems far morlikely,
judging by the increase in

general noise and disturbance,
that what we have achieved

is the peace to end all peace.

And now the soldiers

are coming home.
To what, I wonder?

A land fit for heroes?
- Let us hope so indeed,

for that's the least
that heroes deserve.

But I take leave to doubt it.

One hero may acquire
an earldom.

A thousand qualify
for handsome medals.

But what can anyone do
for a million heroes?

Yet, in this altered world,
forsytes persist.

All the old aunts and uncles
are dead, save timothy.

A hundred years old in 1919,
he never leaves his own room.

George can still be seen at the

window of the hotch-potch,
though his income is reduced,

and he sows no more wild oats.

Winifred, a grandmother,

and fashionable as ever.

June, who managed a hospital

for four years,
is busy acquiring a whole

new family of lame ducks.

An tn ma

and never when I look at irene,
who, to my mind,

has aged not at all.

But I was too old

for anything in the war,
and my son jon,

short fojolyon vi,
was, thank god,

just too young.
Hello, darling.

Good walk?
- Oh, ripping. Miles and miles

through richmond pk and back.
Oh, it's not the real country,

of course,
but it's just the place

to walk and think.
Deep thoughts, jon?

Pretty deep.
Dad?

Yeah?
- Remember what we talked

abt last night?
- Yes, old son, I do.

You feel at a loose end,
now that your king and country

doesn't need you.
University is out?

I'm afraid so,
if you don't mind.

But apart from that,
you're ready for anything.

Except the law, of course.
And medicine, banking

- and business.
- Insurance. Architecture.

The stock exchange.
How about the church?

No go?
- Although you are musical...

oh, not enough talent, mother.
And I can't draw either.

Poor old jon.
Well, I sympathize.

I was exactly the same
at your age.

Irene, my love,
what are we ing to do

with this young wastrel?
- Jon's been thinking. I have

an idea he's made up his mind.
Have you, jon?

I'm pretty sure.
If it won't cost you too much,

I'd like to have
a shot at farming.

Farming?
- Well, that's turning

the family wheel full circle.
We'll be back where we were

under the first jolyon in 1760.
Perhaps he'll grow a better

turnip than he did.
Certainlhe w

but why, jon?
- Why do you want to?

It's an open-air life.
I hate stuffing indoors.

Besides...
oh, I don't know...

what is it, darling?
- There's a better reason.

Well, except for art, and that's
out of the question for me,

it seems about the only sort of
life that doesn't hurt anyone.

I mean, golly, it sounds pi!

I don't think so.
Go on.

Most jobs you do, you're
competing with other people,

trying to beat them,
do them down.

Have you ever heard farmers
haggling at market?

Yes, dad, but you don't have
to be dishonest or grasping.

That's true enough.
And that's only a small part

of it, in any case.
E important thing is to be

working the soil,
e ielf d ans,

mang things grow.
I think I should like

to do that.
Then why not try?

What do you think, dad?
- Isn't it a good scheme?

It will serve.
And if you really take to it,

you'll do more good than most
men, and that's precious little.

But we have to be practical.
How do we set about it?

I've been into that.
I know exactly what to do.

You have been thinking.
And not just today.

I wanted to be sure.
You were quite right.

Agricultural college, I suppose.
Yes, dad,

but before that,
at least a year's apprenticeship

on a good farm somewhere.
How about sussex?

Oh, that would be first-rate.
Holly? Jo, is that...?

Why not?
- Val and holly, they have plenty

of room down at wansdon.
Jon can stay with them.

There must be a farmer in the
area who would take him, hm?

I'll wri
oh, dad. Will you really?

That's marvelous.

Well, see you both at lunch.

Farmer.

I doubt whether he'll stick it.
I give him three years.

However, it's healthy, harmless.

Jo?
- Yes.

I'm sure holly would love
to have him there,

but what about val?
- Oh, nothing much wrong

with val nowadays.
He's got the dartie charm,

all right,
but there's forsyte

shrewdness there too,
and south africa

did him a world of good.
I was only thinking, they see

an awful lot of winifred, and...

behind winifred, you always

see soames, don't you?
- It's stupid, I know.

No, no, my darling.
But val is 40 years old.

He and holly
run their own lives.

As for soames, he's more than
75 miles away from wansdon.

Ah, soames. Haven't seen you

since the armistice.
Good of you to look in.

Not at all.
Sit down.

How's your wife?
- Oh, quite well, thank you.

This belgian chap,
prosper profond,

do you know him?

We've met, at my sister'S.
Amusing chap, but a pretty

rum customer, I'd say.
He's a member here.

Really?
- Oh, they'll take anyone now,

if he's got money.
Breeding's dead, soames.

We're all engulfed in one vast,
petrol-smelling,

democratic cheerio.

Quite. What did you want
to see me about?

My property, such as it is.

Can't you attorneys
invent some way

to dodge this damned income tax?

I used to have 3000 a year.
Now I've got a beggarly two, and

the cost of living's doubled.
Ah, the turf is in danger.

Well, they brought me up
to do nothing,

and when these labor chaps
get in, they'll have the lot.

Yours too.
Well, I'll have a look

at your investments.
Thanks.

Is there anything else?
- Old timothy.

May go off the hooks any moment.

Has he made his will?

Yes.
They say he's like a mummy.

Where will you put him?
- He ought to have a pyramid.

Highgate. The family vault.
Well, I suppose the old girls

would miss him
if he were anywhere else.

Is there anything else?
- I really must be getting on.

No, that
but go and see old timothy

in his mausoleum.
The old chap might want

to prophesy.
Hello, profond.

You know my cousin soames?
- Mr. Forsyte.

I'm pleased to see you again.
How do you do?

You are a connoisseur,
I think, of paintings.

I have a small collection.

I've got a small lot myself.

Post-impressionists, mostly.

They're awful dead,
impressionists,

but I find them amusing.
I should like to see

your paintings, mr. Forsyte.
Well, ask my sister

to bring you over sometime.
Thank you. A pleasure.

Goodbye.

Unsociable devil.
How did you know

he was a connoisseur?
- A small bird told me.

I find that people
tell me things.

His wife is a french lady,

and rather beautiful.

A small bit young for him.

Not his first wife, I think.

By no means,
and thereby hangs a tale.

A very strange tale,
my dear profond.

Epatant. Stunning!

He's caught it,
don't you think?

Jargon!
Caught it?! Caught you,

don't you mean?
- He's pulling your leg.

One must be adult, of course,
to understand vospovitch.

No, you've missed the point.

When vospovitch fabricated
this little lot,

he said to himself,
"let's see how much

these fools will swallow."
And they've just lapped it up.

I resent that.
He's an innovator,

a great rebel and a satirist,

don't you see that?

The whole future of art
lies in satire.

It's bound to.
People are sick of sentiment.

And beauty?
- No room for poor, old beauty?

My dear boy.
What on earth has beauty

got to do with art?

I beg your pardon, sir.

My fault.
Not at all.

Glad to hear
that you like beauty.

That's rare these days.
Oh, I dote on it,

but you and I are the last
of the old guard, I'm afraid.

Well, if you
really like pictures...

some pictures.
I can show you a few good ones.

There's my card.
Drop in any sunday.

Well, that's awfully
good of you, sir.

I'll drop in like a shot.

My name's,
mont... michael.

If that's jupiter, I dread

to think what juno's like.

Good god!

I say, is this by one
of june's lame ducks?

Vospovitch?

I believe it is, darling.
He's a proper caution,

isn't he?
- Shall we move on?

Oh, disgraceful!

Quite disgraceful.

Soames!

Oh, how are you?

I haven't seen you for 20 years.

No. What brought you here?

Oh, my sins.

Such stuff!
Stuff?

Oh, of course,
it hasn't arrived yet.

And it never will.
Oh, this place must be

making a complete loss.
Naturally it is.

How do you now?
- It's my gallery.

Your ga...?
- What makes you put

on a show like this?
- I'm trying to sell art,

not groceries.
Well, this rubbish won't sell.

Whenever you say
something like that, soames,

you should pause
and then think of c�zanne.

C�zanne?
- Yeah, he could paint,

but this stuff...
look. Take this,

now what's this called, hm?

Future town.

Now, who'd want to buy
a thing like that?

Or live with it afterwards?
- What's the fellow up to?

It's a vision.
The devil it is!

Well, you take my advice
and close this exhibition.

Oh, you...

you forsyte!

You're one yourself.

Of a sort.
Ah, there you are, my dears.

How lovely to see you.
Hello, june. You are looking

very well.
Oh, I'm well. I'm always well,

but honestly, some people!

Irene, I must talk
to you for a moment.

Peekaboo.

Jon?
Jon,

I want you to see this.
Well, father, there you are.

I'm off, sir.
It's all too much for me.

I don't know
what we're coming to.

Oh, that's all right, sir,
they don't either.

Who was that?

Oh, fellow called mont
or something.

We talked about the pictures.
You aren't going to buy any.

Certainly not.
You're a punctual young lady,

I must say.
I was kept at aunt winifred'S.

Oh, who was there?
- Imogen cardigan and her jack.

Fit as a flea
and twice as stupid.

Ooh, and that monsieur profond.
That chap. What does your aunt

see in him?
- No idea.

He looks pretty.
Mother says she likes him.

Anyway, he
left early.

Cous val a hisisife were
there too,

full of their new place
on the downs.

Do you know that cousin val
is training racehorses?

Breeding too, I think.

They've asked me down to stay.
What's his wife like?

Very quiet, but nice, I think.
He's a rkety chap,

your cousin.
No, no. They seem

awfully devoted.
Anyway, I promised

to go sometime.
Racehorses!

Pity the war didn't put a stop
to that sort of thing.

He's taking after his father.

Yes? What did he do?
- Montague dartie?

He took an interest in horses
and broke his neck 10 years ago.

Out riding?
- No, walking down stairs.

Oh, perfectly normal stairs.
In a house in paris,

where they played baccarat.
Oh, I had to go over there,

had a lot of trouble
with the french.

Did aunt winifred pine?
- No, I don't know.

I don't think so.

Look!
What?

Don't you think that woman's
absolutely beautiful?

Which woman?
- Not the dotty one in front,the other.

oh, I say, thanks awfully.
Yes, I think it's mine.

F.F. Fleur forsyte.

Yes, it's mine, all right.
Forsyte?

Well, that's my name too!
Perhaps we're cousins.

We must be. There aren't
any others.

I live at mapledurham.
Where do you?

Robin hill.
Did you hear that, father?

Isn't it odd?
- Are we cousins?

What's that?
- Oh, distant perhaps.

My name's jolyon, sir.
Jon for short.

Ah, yes... distant.

We must be going.

Jon, dear...

oh, yes.
Yes.

Au revoir.
Au revoir.

You don't like them. Why?

What on earth makes
you think that?

It was obvious.
Oh?

You must know them,
but you didn't admit it.

I've never seen the boy
before in my life.

But you've seen the others.
Well, your grandfather

and his brother had a quarrel.

The two families
don't know each other.

How romantic! It's like the
bible or a victorian novel.

What sort of quarrel?

About a house.
It's ancient history.

Now come along, fleur.
We must meet your mother

at paddington.
Yes, but don't you

think she's beautiful?
- Who?

The boy's mother.
I can't say I noticed.

Oh, I saw the corner
of your eye.

You see far too much
if you ask me.

What's her husband like?
- He must be your first cousin.

He may be dead for all I know.
I haven't seen him for 20 years.

He once insulted me.

You didn't avenge it,
and it rankles.

Poor father.
You let me have a go.

Darling?

Nice to have holly again,
isn't it?

If only for one night.

She seems content.
No, better than that.

She looks happy.
What is it, my love?

We had an encounter today.

Oh, with whom?
- Soames.

He and his daughter
were in the gallery.

Mm-hm.
How did he look?

Grey, but otherwise the same.

And the daughter?

Pretty.
At least jon thought so.

You didn't...?

No.
But he knows her name. The girl

dropped her handkerchief,
and jon picked it up.

June was with you.
Did she put her foot in it?

No, but it was all very awkward
and strained, and jon saw that.

I wonder if we've been wise

to keep it from him.
I wonder.

He's bound to find out
sooner or later.

The later the better, jo.

When you're young,
your judgment is harsh.

When you were 19,
what would you have

thought of your mother
if she had done what I have?

He loves you very deeply.
Yes. Yes,

he does.
What does he know

about the realities of life?
- About passion and jealousy?

The grief in an
unhappy marriage?

He knows nothing at all.
He must have asked you about

soames and the girl.
What did you say?

Just that we didn't know them.
That you didn't care

for the family, or they for you.
But I expect you'll be

questioned too.
Well... this promises to take

the place of air raids.

After all, one misses them.

We've known it
would happen sometime...

I won't have him
blame you, my darling.

If he hears about it
from someone else,

it's bound to be
wrong and garbled.

I'd better tell him myself.

Not yet, jo.

Please, not yet.

All right.

I'll trust your instinct.
Shall we go down?

Yes.

Who is it?
- Soames.

Come in.

Nearly ready?

As you see.

Winifred coming next week?

Yes,
and the cardigans

and monsieur profond.

Why him?

He amuses winifred.
Well, I want someone

to amuse fleur.
She's restive.

Oh, didn't you know?
- She was born restive.

Now, what did you do

in london?
- Oh, I enjoyed myself.

Ribbandry, I suppose.
Has fleur got

her summer dresses?
- You don't ask me if I have mine.

You don't mind if I do or not.

True.
Well, she has, and I have mine.

Terribly expensive.

That chap profond...

what does he do?
- He goecing.

Also he goes yachting
when he feels like it.

He's a sap

sometimes,

but sometimes very amusing.

There's a touch
of the tar-brush about him.

Tar-brush?
- Mm.

His mother was armenian.
Well, that explains it.

Does he even know
anything about pictures?

Oh, he knows about everything.
He's a man of the world.

That's a new frock.

Yes.

Will you hook me up?

It's too low.

Here.

Hm?
- So coarse.

What's that?

Oh. It was meant
to be a surprise.

I'm surprised.
Well, you said I looked

like the girl in the goya.
Eh, it's only a copy.

I know. You had it done because
she looks like me, didn't you?

So I thought I'd have this made
as a, well, a fancy dress.

Do you like it?
- Looks extravagant

enough for you.
It is, isn't it?

Sweetie,
hm?

Where's robin hill?
- What?

It's near richmond, in surrey.
Is the house there?

What house?
- The one they quarreled about.

I told you not to bother
your head about...

why not? A family feud?
- Exciting.

What did you do
in the great feud, father?

Never you mind.
But if I'm to keep it up...

who wants you to?
- You do.

I?
- I said it had nothing

to do with you.
So you did.

And you know something?
- I entirely agree.

Well, I must say, driving all

the way up from wansdon today
and back again tomorrow...

what sort of a motorcar
did you say it was?

Angus-sanderson.
Scotch.

Very reliable.
Good.

Oh, we got used to women driving
during the war,

but I don't know.
I seem to have a sort

of affinity with cars,

like val has with horses

and you have with val?
- Still.

After 20 years.
We're suited, as they say.

I'm glad.

On better acquaintance,

how do you like jon?
- Oh, very much.

Mm-hm.
It'll be fun to have him

at wansdon.
Sensitive, isn't he?

Yes.
Impressionable.

But underneath,
good,

solid fiber.
I hope so.

Dear robin hill.

That doesn't change.
No, and it never will.

Not if I can prevent it.

It's good to have

you home again, little one.
Wish you'd been able

to bring jolly back with you.

I know.

But you've got irene and jon.

So count your blessings.

I do count them,
every single morning

of my life.
Huh?

No more music?
- Well, I'm going

to have a nightcap.
I think we should all go to bed.

Jon and holly have an early
start in the morning.

Come and see us again soon,
won't you? And bring val.

Next time, I will.

He's at newmarket today,
but not to bet.

Doesn't he bet?
- Occasionally.

But whenever he's tempted
to take the plunge,

he just remembers...

well, he doesn'T.

What does he do?
- At newmarket?

Well, there's a filly
up for sale.

Great-granddaughter of mayfly.
That's a strain of blood

val wants badly.
Well, here's luck to him.

I'm off to bed.

Good night, little one.
Good night, father.

Good night, irene.
Good night, dear.

Coming, jon?
- Oh, not just yet.

It's a marvelous night.
I'll lock up, dad.

Thank you.

On such a night...

fleur...

au revoir.

Dry or medium, jon?

Oh, dry, please.
Mm-hm.

So as I told you,

my limit for the filly was 600.
The bidding went past that,

and she went for 750.
I was just about to leave when

this chap profond came up.
"Well", he said, "I've bought

that small filly,
"but I don't want

you take her and give her
to your wife."

Extraordinary chap.
Mm, he's all of that.

By the way, jon,
talking of fillies,

I've got a girl
to stay for a few days.

Oh, yes?
- Yes.

She arrived this evening
while you were putting

the cows to bed.
Perhaps I should t... oh.

This is my little brother jon,

fleur's a cousin of ours, jon.

How do you know?
- Jon's learning to be a farmer.

Really?
- How very odd.

You don't look
the bucolic type.

I though we'd have coffee

in here, do you mind?
- What? No, darl

now, fleur,
if you are going to ride,

I should know
how much you've done.

Well, not a great deal.
I was well-taught,

but it'll take me a few days.
Hm, well, you better have

blossom to
pass the port, jon.

Of course, fleur's dad can't
tell a horse from a cartwheel.

Can your dad ride?

Well, he used to, but, well now,
of course, well, you know.

Yes, quite. I met him two
or three times, years ago.

I was up at oxford
with your brother jolly.

We had a row.
Did

oh, I should have loved
to have seen that.

Two earnest young victorians
battling it out

in the quadrangle.
Oh, it was hardly like that.

Of course it was, val.
Don't spoil it for me.

It was about you,
holly, wasn't it?

Your brother didn't want you
to marry cousin val.

Why not, cousin val? Did you
have some dark, dreadful secret?

Oh, we were all too young
for dark secrets.

Oh, no. No one's ever
too young for that.

What do you say, jon?

Well... anyway, who won?

I did.

Your cousin and I got married.
Now, fleur, shall we leave them

to a final glass?
- Oh, would you mind if...?

It's too beautiful
to stay indoors.

Come along, jon. I want to see
the rose garden by moonlight.

Wonderful, isn't it?

Wonderful.

Jon, you know there's been
a feud between our families?

Feud? No.
What about?

Something romantic and silly.
That's why I pretended

we hadn't met.
Shall we get up early tomorrow?

We could go for a walk
before breakfast

and have it out.
I hate being slow

about things, don't you?
- You're so quick,

quicksilver.

Six o'clock, then.

I think your mother's beautiful.

So do I.
I thought you did.

Look.

One thing,
beautiful.

I can't bear a lot
of things togeth

this is better than the whole
rose garden, don't you think?

There's nothing in the world

so awful as caution.
Don't you agree?

Smell the moonlight.

That's nice and old-fashioned.

You are frightfully silent, jon.

Still, I like silence
when it's swift.

Did you think I dropped

that handkerchief on purpose?
- No.

Well, I did.
Yes.

We better get back, or they'll
start imagining things.

Tomorrow at 6:00?
- The snail won't even be up.

Come on.

Wonderful to be out

so early.
"And the world

so new and all."
We've made one blooming error.

Oh?
- I'm hungry.

You're bright.

I never travel without it.
Ah, ho-ho!

Come on, let's go up to the top.

Those trees. What did you say
they're called?

Chanetonbury ring.
Look!

A sparrow hawk.
Come on!

Yes, but I'd like to know,

wouldn't you?
- Mother just said that father

didn't get on with the family.
And my father said it was

a quarrel over property.
Oh, I dare say.

That generation thought
of nothing but property.

That was the cause of the war.
Hm, I never thought of that.

Anyway, we've all got it.
Just as well. I don't suppose

i'd be any good at making money.
I don't suppose

i'd should like you if you were.

This is rather sudden.

Do you often do it?

Oh, who will o'er

the downs so free
oh, who will with me ride?

Oh, who will up
and follow me

to win a blooming bride?

Her father
he has locked the door

her mother keeps the key

but neither door nor bolts
shall part

my own true love
from me

this week, la scala,
next week, covenant garden.

I don't think.

Now I am hungry.
I'm sorry.

You are rather a darling.

What's the time?

Well, it says 3:00.
I forgot to wind it.

Come on, we'd better get on.
Do you know

"the lass of richmond hill"?
- Yes, but you sing

yes, but you must come in on,
"I'd crowns resign", yes.

Al
on richmond hill

there lives a lass
more bright than

mayday morn'
her charms all other

maid's surpass
a rose without a thorn

this lass so neat
with smile so sweet

has won my right goodwill
both:

I'd crowns resign
to call thee mine

sweet lass of richmond hill

jon, I tell you,

they won't let us be friends.
Why not?

Well, you don't know my father.
He expects so much of me.

By the time you've finished
living up to it,

you might as well be dead.
Yes, life's so short.

I want to live forever
and know everything.

And love everybody?

Oh, no I only want to love once.

You.

You are coming on.

Now, look, jon,

we just came out to get an
appetite for breakfast

and lost our way. See?
- Are you a good liar?

Not very, but I can try.
You see, it's serious.

They'll stop us if they can.
So when we get in, I'm going

to be rather beastly to you.
And I want you to be

the same to me.
Impossible.

Well, do your best.
But in case of accidents...

now remember, we lost our way.

And when we get in, look sulky
and leave the rest to me.

But, fleur...
come on. We must run.

Oh, soames, I do think

that's a horrid thing.
Hm? Gauguin, horrid?

Perhaps it is,
but I gave 500 for it.

Did you indeed?
- Women aren't made like that

even when they're black.
You didn't come upstairs

to tell me that.
No.

Do you know that jo's boy is
staying with val and his wife?

What?!

How do you know?
- I had a letter from val.

When?
- This morning.

Oh, why didn't you
say something before?

Well, fleur does what she likes.
You've always spoiled her.

And besides, where's the harm?
- Where's the harm?!

Why, she...
oh, you should tell her, soames,

about that old business.
You really should.

Girls are different
these days.

Where they pick it up from,
I can't imagine,

but they seem to know
everything.

If you don't like
to speak of it, I could.

No, not yet.

Never, if I can help it.
Well, I think you're wrong,

but... it's your affair.

And I'd sell that great horrid

thing if I were you.
Winifred.

I had this on wednesday.

"Home on friday."
On friday, another one.

"Home sunday afternoon."
And you say

where's the harm?

Fleur?

Sh.
Close your eyes.

You can open them.

I wanted you to see
my goya dress.

This ought to be a basket
of grapes, really.

Do you like it?

It's a dream. So are you.
Oh, no.

Touch and see.

I'm real, aren't I?

And so is the dress.
As real as grapes and wine.

It's called la vendimia,

the vintage.

When you kiss me, I can't think.

Then don'T.
But I must.

Jon, you're going home
on saturday, aren't you?

For the weekend, yes.
Now, look...

I'm going home to mapledurham
on sunday by the 3:40

from the junction at reigate.

It wanders all
the way around to reading.

Now, suppose we meet at the
station? We could go together.

And have three whole hours...

yes, but fleur...
and then you could catch

the train back here.
Anything to be with you,

anything,
but why do we have to pretend?

Because it's serious
about our people.

Look, I want you to find out
all you can,

and I will too.

But we've simply
got to be secret,

if we want to be together.

Will you be there?
- Promise you'll be there.

Of course I will.

Oh, much more of that,

and I won't be able
to leave you at all.

Oh, fleur.
Good night,

my darling jon.

Dream about me.

All my favorite

pieces tonight. Why?
- To please you.

I n play for your father
every evening.

So you met your

little friend again,
from the gallery.

Yes, but how did you kn...?

Holly wrote to me.

What's fleur like,
on second thought?

I think she'S...

yes?
- Awfully jolly.

Oh, come, darling.
You can do better than that.

Well... she's pretty.

I know that.

And far too clever for me.
So quick.

She flickers like a flame
in a draft,

but direct too.
She says what she thinks.

And what does she think?
- Well, I don't know.

New thoughts, no clich�S.

All I know is...
she makes me feel

like a perfect fool.
Yet you like her.

Yes.

Mother?

Yes, jon.
Tell me about

the family quarrel.

Did fleur mention that?

No.
Jon, dear, you must never tell

lies, because of your face.
No one will ever believe them.

I know.
But there was a quarrel?

What did fleur tell you?
- Well, she doesn't know

any details.
I look at you, and I can see

that's the truth.

Yes, jon, there was a quarrel,

but I can't tell you
about it.

Someday, perhaps,
your father will.

I shall go and ask him now.

Ah, jon.

See those cypresses down there?

Your grandfather planted those,

and they've done very,
very well.

Remind me of italy.

I wish you could have
known your grandfather.

Were you married
to mother when he was alive?

Alas, no, but he knew her, jon,
and he loved her,

as you and I do.

Are you like him?
- Oh, not really.

He was solid, you know.
Solid.

I know...
if that portrait in the dining

room's anything to go by.
Who painted it?

Oh, one of june's lame ducks.
It's quite good.

Why did he quarrel
with his brother?

Is it so important to you?

It seems to be.
Why?

You want me to answer your

questions, jon,
shouldn't you answer mine?

That sounds fair, dad,
but I'm not sure if it is.

No?
- Because...

well, because grandfather died
nearly 30 years ago.

It's old, ancient history.

That's true.
Over and done with long ago,

and yet I know it's still
affecting our lives...

mother's life.

Oh? What makes you say that?

I saw her face
in june's gallery when...

when we met some people.

I've never seen her
look like that before.

So I think you ought to tell me
because anything that affects

mother affects me.
I shall have to look

after her when...
when I'm gone?

No, dad.
Oh, yes, but it's true, son.

Of course it is.
After all, I'm a great deal

older than she is,
and by the nature of things,

yes, you'll have
to look after her.

You will, I know that.

That's one
of my abiding comforts.

There's something
you must understand, jon.

It isn't always best to know
everything about those we love.

In fact, it's impossible,

but even if it weren't,
we shouldn't necessarily

want to.
We all have secret thoughts.

Hidden emotions. Even a young
fledgling like yourself.

Social and domestic life

would be intolerable
if everything were laid bare.

And now, if this hold true

of people
of the same generation,

how much more so when there are
many years between? Hm?

It's a good,
simple rule, jon.

I think it works.

If you want to confide in me
or your mother,

we'll be glad,
but we won't force

your confidence.
And if, sometime, we feel like

telling you about
that old family quarrel

and all that it meant,

then we shall.

All right?
- All right, dad.

Good, now let's talk
of something else.

Your mother wants to go to italy
for a few weeks,

and I can't get away just now.
Will you take her?

Yes, dad, but I don't know.
Ought I to, after I've just

started at wansdon?
- Well, better now,

than when you're more involved
in more serious farming. Hm?

It would be marvelous, but...

could I think it over?
- Well, of course.

Sleep on it.
Let me know

what you've decided.
Yes, I will.

Thank you, dad.
Good night.

Good night, old son.

Off to bed, darling?

Yes.
Do you want to go to italy?

With you, jon?

Heavenly.

Good night, mother.

Good night, dear.

Well?

He'll sleep on it.
I think you'd better

let me tell him, my darling.
He only has to understand...

only?
- He can't understand.

I might at his age.
But you were more of a realist

and never so innocent.
Yes, that's true.

It's odd, isn't it?
- We'd tell our story to the world

without shame,
but our own son stumps us.

We've never cared
about the world,

jon...

he's in love, jo.

I feel sure he's in love.

And he'd say, "my mother once
married without love.

How could she?"
It'll seem to him a crime,

and so it was.
Why were we born young?

If only we were born old
and grew younger,

we'd understand
how things happen

and drop all this
damned intolerance.

But if jon is in love...

he is.
Then going to italy won't help.

We're a tenacious breed,
he'll know he's been sent there.

By instinct.
And he'll know why too.

No...
nothing will cure him now

but shock.
Well, at least let me try.

All right, my darling.

Just as you wish.

I'll take these, please.

Fleur.

Uh, first-class.
Two corner seats, please.

Opposite.
Why leave it to him? Let me try

for an empty carriage.
No good. It's a stopping train.

Yes, but...
after maidenhead, perhaps.

Oh, jon, look natural.

It's seemed like a month.
I know.

Well, how am I expected
to look natural?

Perhaps it's natural
for you to look

seriously happy.
Only when I see you.

Then I'll forgive you.
Come on, we'll miss the train.

Did you find out anything?

Only that it's serious,

whatever it is.
I told you it was.

What about you?

Nothing.
Father closed up like a clam.

But I'll get
to the bottom of it.

I think my people know...

about us.

You didn't tell them, did you?
- Good lord, no, but...

mother guessed, I'm sure.
What did they say?

Not a word except...

fleur, they want me to go away.

Go where?

To italy with mother,
for two months.

They really are serious.

What did you say?
- Well, that I'd think about it.

Jon, you must go.

Go?!

Don't you see? You must

you can easily cut it to six
weeks if you keep your head.

Don't speak of me
and pretend to enjoy it.

When you get back,

if we're just the same...
well, they'll be convinced

and stop being ridiculous.
Yes, and you'll

have forgotten me.
Some other beast.

No other beast.

Domesticity.
If I ever thought we might

be like that... I wonder.

No. We're different.

You are.

I could never love
anyone but you.

Oh, how can you tell?
- We're so young,

and you're a man.
Think of the fun

you might have.
All the girls you could meet

just for the asking.

Yes, but I only want you.

What about me?
- I haven't begun either.

If you're going
to talk like that,

I certainly shan't go to spain
or anywhere else.

I shall tell mother
i must stay here and work.

God knows there's plenty to do
in the state the world's in.

And you're going to do it?

I can try.

Think of the people starving.
I won't make myself miserable

for nothing.
But one ought to help.

Yes, I know, but you can't help
people, jon.

They're hope
pull them out of one hole,

and they get into another.

Idiots.

But aren't you sorry
for them?

Yes, of course I'm sorry,
but you can't do anything.

Most people are
fools and idiots,

and nothing can cure that.

You can try.

I think they're
just poor devils.

Yes, well, you go and help your
poor devils and forget about me.

I must believe in things,

fleur.
We're all meant

to enjoy life.
Yes, but you won't if you

don't look out.
Still, there are a

lot of people that are only
happy when they're miserable.

Perhaps you're one of them.

Oh, fleur...

oh, don't let's be silly.
Time's too short.

Look, you can nearly see
the house from here,

we must say goodbye.

Jon, today's the 23rd of may.

On the ninth of july, if you
telephone the talisman,

you'll get a message to say
where to meet me.

Will you be there?

I will.
Goodbye, jon.

Remember, whatever they
say or do,

don't give in.
I never let go. Do you?

Never.
Never.

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