All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga - Episode 3

JUNE:
Phil is the most extraordinary talent,

and so committed...

to the exclusion
of all else.

IRENE:
Soames says his career will prosper

through the Robin
Hill house.

Which I must
always remember,

and, of course,
it means we can marry.

But there's never a chance
to even talk about a date.

I have a plan.

One day next week,
we'll arrange for Baynes

to take us both
to Robin Hill.

You could see
how the house is coming,

and I can see Phil,
perhaps surprise him.

I don't wish
to go there.

Why not?

I'm sorry, June,
I simply don't.

So I continue to wait?

Does he come here much?

Not very much.

Not to talk about the house?

I think sometimes with Soames.

Then you don't see him?

No.

Why can't he call
once in a while?

I do feel for you, June,
but this time will pass.

But of course it will pass.

How trite you are.

Are we quarreling?

I don't know why we should be.

No.

No, nor do I.

I think I should be going.

( horse snorts )

Gran!

I've just been
beastly to Irene.

I'll send Baynes with
a note to make it up.

Lunch, Parfitt.

Yes, sir.

What was your row
about, with Irene?

I think it was really
about Phil, not her.

Not attentive
enough, hmm?

Not his fault.

Remarkable house,
I hear.

Word is you've picked
a man of rare talent.

SOAMES:
Thank you, Dockwood, this will do.

Yes, sir.

Whoa there.

Whoa there.

Okay, Dockwood, go on.

Walk on, boy.

Walk on.

BOSINNEY ( in distance ):
I'm not interested in the work being good;

it has to be perfect
in every detail.

I want you to get on
with it right away.

MAN ( in distance ):
Yes, governor.

Someone to see you.

Well, what do you think?

( taps floor with cane )

Hmm, seems
solid enough.

( hammer pounding,
saw scraping wood )

But you can feel
the mood of it.

These rooms will have
space and lightness.

There's no sense
of confinement,

one's spirit can live.

SOAMES:
Which is exactly

what she wants,
isn't it?

BOSINNEY:
Believe me,

it's what you will
want when you see it.

You find her artistic,
don't you?

Yes. Yes, I do.

BOSINNEY:
Here are the accounts.

Well, I don't understand.

It's now �9,200;
it's �700 more than we said.

I've told you a dozen times
there'd be extras.

I assumed
a ten-pound note.

Can �700 be called an extra?

Can I tell you something,
Forsyte?

You're getting
a house

that isn't to be bettered
in the county,

but it seems
you don't want to pay for it.

You want a first-rate man
for a fourth-rate fee,

and that's exactly
what you've got!

I'm dammed if I'm going to do

another stroke
of work for you!

When I agree a price,
it's what I expect to pay!

We'll go over
the figures

and see how
the money's gone.

You know... in
the early evening light,

it looks
even more beautiful.

Yes.

Good evening,
Bilson.

Good evening,
Miss June.

Mr. Bosinney's here.

He's in the garden.

Oh, good,
I'll just go through.

Don't hurry
Mrs. Forsyte.

BOSINNEY ( in distance ):
You can see what it's going to look like.

( sounding closer ):
My own ideas are becoming bricks and mortar

for the very first time.

IRENE:
I'm so excited for you, Phil-- I really am.

BOSINNEY:
Soames doesn't understand what I'm trying to do,

but I know you will.

Come down to the house
on Sunday.

Uncle Swithin
is taking me to Richmond Park.

Well, that's very
near Robin Hill.

Were you talking
about the house?

Yes. Yes, we were.

I still haven't seen it.

Shall we all go down on Sunday?

Swithin is taking me
for a drive on Sunday.

You can throw him over.

June, I'm not
in the habit

of throwing
people over.

Shall we go in
to supper?

Yes. Yes.

Madam?

Wasn't it
wonderful today?

It was the first day of summer.

BILSON ( quietly ):
Serve the wine now.

BUTLER:
Madam?

IRENE:
Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

SOAMES:
This is a little sauterne

I've picked out, Bosinney.

I think you'll
rather enjoy it.

It's a particular
favorite of mine.

These lilies
are wonderful.

Yes. Yes.

The scent is
extraordinary.

SOAMES:
The Charlotte looks good.

How can you like the scent?

BILSON ( softly ):
Serve Mr. Bosinney next.

Bilson, take out the lilies.

No, let them stay.

Bilson.

Let them stay.

Well...

Sir?

Thank you.

JUNE:
Bring me some water, please, Bilson.

BILSON:
Yes, Miss June.

There were those women
in the park as I came through.

What women?

You know.

There seem to be more and more
of them these days.

SOAMES:
I don't think we need to talk about them now.

Don't you?

When should one talk of them?

There's no necessity
to talk of them.

Well, someone should.

Magistrates.

I can't think who else.

Oh, round them up, I suppose,
and lock them away

but don't, whatever you do,
mention them at dinner.

Bosinney,
have some brandy.

Thank you.

You're drinking nothing, June.

No.

I think we should leave now.

So soon?

It's been most pleasant,
thank you.

Come, Phil.

BOSINNEY:
June, aren't you being rude?

Then stay. I'll go alone.

IRENE:
Please... don't.

Really I must.

Good night.

Thank you for dinner.

Excuse me.

IRENE:
Good night.

And good luck.

You found me appalling,
I suppose.

Yes.

It's just that I never see you.

I know you're desperately busy,

but... we were finally together
and you only seemed...

you seemed never to look at me.

I'm sorry, my dear,

if that's
how it appeared.

You hardly seemed to notice me.

I was merely being polite.

Phil...

I want to say
something to you.

You don't give me a chance
to be nice to you.

You haven't for ages.

I want to mean everything to you

and I want to do everything
for you.

We could if you took me
to your rooms on Sunday.

Perhaps another day.

Not Sunday.

Why not Sunday?

I have
an engagement.

With whom?

An engagement which will prevent
my taking you to my rooms.

Work.

I'm sorry.

Who are you writing to?

Uncle Swithin.

Why?

Because I don't think
I should go anywhere on Sunday.

You're not putting
him off, are you?

I am, as a matter
of fact.

I think you should go.

Does it really matter to you?

He's my uncle,

and I happen to know he's
rather looking forward to it.

It's one wifely duty
you could manage to fulfill.

Very well.

And I say,
I like your hat.

And that frock
fits you like a skin.

Yes, tight as a drum.

Now, are you still on
for Richmond Park?

A look at the deer

and the chestnut
trees?

Richmond is close to Robin Hill,
isn't it?

Similar neck
of the woods, my dear.

Uncle Swithin...

would you be a dear,

and drive me
to Robin Hill?

I haven't yet seen
the house, you see.

Certainly.

Certainly, my dear.

Get on, Sonny,
get on.

Ah, welcome.

Welcome to Robin Hill.

SWITHIN:
Good afternoon, young man.

Good afternoon, sir.

I'm so glad
you could come!

Thank you.

Good Lord.

Extraordinary.

Come, let me
show you around.

SWITHIN:
Handsome!

You'll be wanting statues.

Bust of a Roman god?

Can't beat a Roman god.

Ah, that's more like it,
granite columns.

Excellent space for
a billiards room.

Oh, no, it's to be
an open courtyard

with a glass ceiling.

Glass ceiling?

People will
look through.

What, people on
the roof, you mean?

( Irene chuckles )

You take
my advice, Irene.

Get yourself
a billiards table.

I'd gladly play you
a frame or two for a fiver--

but you'll lose!

Ah, there's a good view
from here.

SWITHIN:
Who needs to go down there for the view?

Monarch of all
he surveys.

IRENE ( chuckles ):
Oh, I don't think he's surveying much.

He slept for
the last two miles.

What do
you think?

I think it will
be beautiful.

Irene...

You must know
I love you.

I don't believe
Soames Forsyte cares for you,

except as
a possession.

I'm not thinking
about Soames Forsyte.

Uncle Swithin...

Is asleep.

Is waiting.

As is June, for you.

( sighs )

You'll never make anything
of that house, young fellow.

Too newfangled.

The only good thing
is the wine cellar--

you'll have room
for some 600 or 700 dozen.

A very pooty
little cellar.

Get on, Sonny,
get on!

Go on, now!

Get on!

SWITHIN:
All you got!

Good morning,
Mr. Forsyte.

You seeing
your young man today?

You ask me that every day.

Oh.

Won't ask it again, then.

Is he taking you to the ball?

Of course.

You will be seeing
him again, then.

JOLYON:
How's that?

YOUNG JOLYON:
I'll get it.

Dad?
Oop!

( cheering )

Jolly, come over here.

You want something
to drink?

No, thanks.

JOLYON:
Your wife seems well.

Yes, she is.

She is well.

I can't say
so much for June.

No?

Anything I say, she
bites my head off.

I'd like to punch
the fellow's head!

It's this Bosinney?

He never sees her.

And when he does,
she comes home crying her eyes out.

Perhaps it's better if
it should come to an end.

Well...

I dare say
your sympathy's with him.

Both of them.

Has he fallen for
some other woman?

They say so.

And I suppose they've
told you who it is?

Soames's wife.

So Swithin
tells me.

She and June were
bosom friends.

( exhales ):
Poor little June.

We need to know
what his intentions are.

I can't do it, I'd...

But...

well, he goes to your club,

doesn't he?

Dad!

Well, what's the matter?

Dad, it's not
been many years

since the family
closed ranks against me--

for doing precisely, it seems,
what Bosinney is about to do.

I'm sorry, Dad.

And if my son
has failings,

could he not
improve upon them...

with your help?

It is not
his failings; it is him.

Are there not matters
that you yourself might alter?

It would be a matter
of wishing to.

When you speak together,
for example...

We don't speak
to any consequence;

he is for the most part silent,
and I find that agreeable.

Yes, he's unlike James
in that respect.

James has always spoken

rather more
than he needed.

To outward appearances,

Soames would seem to be
a very good husband.

You are not married to him.

I'm sorry.

Is it...

Is it to do with a certain
close area within marriage?

It's not that alone.

You see,

I always rather
dreaded the occurrence,

though I have on the whole
enjoyed its results;

my children have
afforded me much pleasure

and have
distracted me

from the relentlessness
of marriage.

I wondered if the house
in Robin Hill

might not prove congenial
in that respect.

Forgive me, my dear,

but you seem so... cold.

I know.

I know I do,
and I'm not a cold person.

I am not, Emily.

I know I am not.

This is not me
sitting here;

this is... some... wife.

What can I do?

I do not love him.

I cannot love him.

I do not want to love him.

Sorry.

Sorry.

And you do not think
that children...

No.

Never.

Down.

SOAMES:
This'll do, just here.

DOCKWOOD:
Very good, sir.

Whoa, there!

Thank you, Dockwood, onward.

( clicking tongue ):
Walk on, boy.

SOAMES:
Morning, Bosinney.

Are you taking
a break?

I'm giving you notice
to terminate my employment,

as the house is almost finished.

You undertook
to decorate;

we have a contract.

( sighs )

You've never
once come down

without suggesting something
that runs counter to my scheme.

If I am to decorate,
then I must have a free hand.

I'd say you've had
a free hand all along.

I haven't been able
to make a single suggestion

that you've agreed with.

Just keep it below �12,000,
that's all.

How am I expected to predict
to the pound?

If you go over
by, say, �50 or so,

there'll be no difficulty
between us--

and in those terms,
you may have a free hand.

Will you put it in writing?

Yes, I will put it in writing.

Very well.

Drive on.

( horse whinnies )

Bosinney...

( louder ):
Bosinney!

( horse's clopping fades )

Dockwood, back to London.

MERCHANT:
Hot potatoes-- come and get your hot potatoes!

Phil?

( bell rings )

Phil?

Phil?

Hasn't she eaten
anything?

I'm afraid not,
sir.

Ah.

I was thinking,

if you still haven't
heard from young...

from young Bosinney...

maybe one of the aunts
could take you?

I'm not going.

You're tired?

I'm not well.

Well, perhaps
I should send...

I need to rest.

I want you to take me.

What?

To the ball.

My dear girl,
I'm about to go to bed.

I'm sorry, Gran,
but I want to go.

I'm all right, now.

No, dear, no.

This is quite foolish.

Then I shall go on my own.

But you can't poss...

Don't be a silly girl!

Parfitt, have
the carriage ready.

I thought you were unwell.

Get me some hot water.

I'll have
to wash.

Yes, sir.

JOLYON:
It's nearly 11:00!

( orchestra playing a waltz )

( murmuring, laughing )

Seen someone
you know?

I see we've got
the buccaneer.

So what do
we all think?

Is he sweet
on Mrs. Forsyte?

Oh, George,
don't be so silly!

Rumor is she's
interested in him.

Why shouldn't she
amuse herself?

Soames is so tiring,

and Mr. Bosinney's
rather chic.

But as to doing anything,
of course she wouldn't.

Where is June?

I'll see you later.

DARTIE:
Old Soames looks put out.

Why's that?

I don't know.

( snickering ):
Could he be jealous?

Be all right if he had
some cause, eh?

IRENE:
Please--

you're holding me
too close.

DARTIE:
Come on--

seems to me you like
a bit of close work.

Why should the buccaneer
have it all to himself?

Cousin Soames!

( people chattering )

( women laughing )

Phil?

( waltz ends )

There you are!

Now, come
back inside.

They're wondering
where you are.

Dartie, please.

Leave her alone!

I say, what's this,
a tryst?

I said leave
her alone!

Now look here,
Mr. Buccaneer...

I saw the way you were dancing
with her just now--

just leave her alone.

Defending her honor, eh?

Isn't that what
a husband should do?

Get out of here,
just get out!

Get out of here
before I kill you!

Right. Steady on, old chap.

Steady on.

IRENE:
Why did you not bring June?

I didn't want her.

You are engaged to her,
Mr. Bosinney.

But I shan't marry her,
Mrs. Forsyte.

Then you should tell her.

And I will.

( sighs )

Why shan't you marry her?

Can't you see
what I feel for you?

Are you blind?

I believe you feel
the same way.

I'm sure you do not
love your husband.

Do you?

I loathe him.

Then come to me.

I am married.

What does that matter?

It matters.

Do you love me?

Please don't ask that.

Could you love me?

June...

Don't say June.

Say no if that's
what you mean!

Then... no.

I do not love you.

Phil?

Phil.

Don't make me say it.

( orchestra playing
lively piece )

You should give an eye
to your wife, old boy.

What?

Might see more than
you bargained for.

( music ends, people chatter)

( orchestra begins playing
a Strauss waltz )

( Strauss waltz continues )

JOLYON:
June!

June!

( Strauss waltz continues )

Will you let me go?

What?

You promised you would let me go

if our marriage
was not a success.

Is it a success?

Behave yourself and it would be!

Will you let me go?

Of course I won't!

Why do you never look at me
like you look at him?

What is wrong with me?

I believe you're made of stone.

A damned good beating
to bring you to your senses

is what you need!

No. No!

( door shuts )

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

Let go of me.

( whispers ):
I'm sorry.

Let go of me!

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Irene.

Irene, unlock the door.

Irene.

( knocks on door )

Unlock the door, Irene.

( begins breathing heavily )

( grunts )

Let me in, Irene!

Let me in!

I demand you open this door!

Will you!

( grunting )

( panting )

( knocking lightly )

( calmly ):
Irene?

Unlock the door, Irene.

( quietly ):
Irene.

( music playing;
children giggling )

WOMAN:
Thank you, ma'am.

Ah, good afternoon,
Bilson.

Madam.

Thank you, Bilson.

( waltz playing )

I heard from Father

that Old Jolyon took June off
to the Alps this morning.

Recuperation from
her recent disappointment.

Did you go along
and say good-bye?

No.

No, I rather thought not.

Excuse me.

Bilson tells me you've
been out all day.

Yes.

Where did you go?

Robin Hill.

Oh.

Why would you have gone there?

The house is finished.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

And a house needs furnishing
before one can live in it.

I went to see what might suit.

Does that mean you may be
reconciled to living there?

Wait.

There.

Thank you.

My mother says Florence
is enchanting

at this time of the year.

Would it not be refreshing
to holiday there?

You cannot
leave now, surely.

Why not?

The house needs
your attention.

You've spent
all this money.

It wouldn't
be prudent.

EMILY:
Soames!

It's much more imposing
than I'd imagined.

The country will give
a new perspective.

And it will prove, I think,

that life does not begin
and end in London.

Thank you.

Dockwood, on.

DOCKWOOD:
Come on, boy.

Yes, we're counting the days
till the end of the week,

when the architect moves out,
and Irene and I move in.

JAMES:
How long is the walk from the station?

You'll be in
a carriage, I suppose.

Just here,
Dockwood.

JAMES:
What will the train fare set you back?

Much less
than you'd think.

People forget
about these things.

Now, if you'll all
just wait here.

I did send word ahead,

but we don't want you tripping
over buckets and the like.

I thought
it was finished.

All but...
all but.

Wait here.

He's like a child
with a new toy.

Welcome.

Welcome to Robin Hill.

SOAMES:
Mother, mind the steps.

EMILY:
Are you pleased with your new home, Irene?

IRENE:
It's a work of art.

EMILY:
Soames has always had good taste.

I am quite envious,
Mr. Bosinney.

BOSINNEY:
You look alarmed at the prospect, sir.

JAMES:
She wouldn't last five minutes in the country.

Emily, look at this-- look.

Inspired.

Room for your entire
art collection.

Yes, and more
besides.

And the light!

The best view is
from the verandah.

Come and see.

EMILY:
I should worry about the cold.

JAMES:
I should worry about the bills-- hot water pipes everywhere.

SOAMES:
On a good day, one can see right across to Epsom.

( whispers ):
They are entranced by it.

Despite themselves.

Exactly.

And this is
just the beginning.

You're going to be
the toast of every drawing room in town.

Come away with me
forever.

( footsteps approaching )

Mr. Bosinney, won't you
be my guide?

Of course.

Forgive me.

Excuse me.

Come through.

EMILY:
I'm rather intrigued about this central part.

You will not make
the effort,

not even
for my parents.

I am here, aren't I?

Yes, why is that?

The truth is you care nothing

for this house.

You couldn't be more wrong.

( all conversing in next room)

IRENE:
Uncle Swithin suggested a billiard table.

JAMES:
There's something to be said for that.

BOSINNEY:
Had Soames requested a games room...

He would have built me
a table of ebony

and had the pockets
lined with gold.

The queen herself might
request that to no avail.

Gold stands for everything
I despise in decoration.

�12,400, Bosinney, against an
agreed starting figure of 8,000.

Just remind me how we arrived
at that figure.

BOSINNEY:
I'm rather tired of that conversation.

We revised that sum.

SOAMES:
Yes, three times.

Usually after
the fact.

You confirmed it in writing.

�12,000,

with a leeway
of up to �50

for accidents and
your fastidiousness.

Soames...

There's nothing accidental
about �400.

There is stained glass
instead of clear.

There is ebony
instead of pitch pine,

granite instead of sandstone.

There is breach of contract.

There is invention
instead of imitation.

At whose behest?
It's my name on the deeds.

And mine for which
the house will be remembered.

Your name, sir, is
as worthless as your word.

Look, I am here to design,
not to listen to your insults.

You have broken
your contract.

I have the right
to recover my money.

BOSINNEY:
You have here a house

which will be the envy
of your friends,

and at a rate which will
never be repeated.

Now, good afternoon
to you, sir.

Don't walk away from me.

I have said my piece.

You force my hand
if you do.

To do what?

To resort
to the law.

Soames.

It would cost you more
to bring the case

than you could ever
hope to win.

I am arguing about
the principle.

Principle?

There isn't a single
person in this room

who believes
that is your motive,

least of all yourself.

Three hundred and fifty pounds.

It's a mere trifle, it's
quite beneath your contempt.

No!

No, you are beneath my contempt,

if you persist
with this

when you know
Phil has nothing.

Phil!

How long have you been saying
you want him out of your life?

This binds you together
for months.

I will not see that man
make a fool of me.

No, you're quite capable
of doing it by yourself.

WOMAN:
Will it really get to court?

WINIFRED:
Soames is adamant it will.

DARTIE:
Brush your best togs off.

Be standing room only
in the gallery.

I doubt it.

Quite the joey where
your brother's concerned.

Anyone else--
quid to a bloater,

she'd be hanging
off the grapevine.

WINIFRED:
It's a dull contractual wrangle, Monty,

not Norton versus
Lord Melbourne.

There've been wars
fought over less.

Less than the hand
of a woman?

JULEY:
No, dear, keep up.

It was Bosinney's sunken
bath that did it.

It was a marble flower tub,
Juley, amongst other things.

It was a woman!

A marble woman?!

Irene Forsyte.

( whispering ):
No!

What's 350 to a man like Soames?

He's marking
the buccaneer's card--

"trespassers will
be prosecuted."

Well, you must've heard
the whispers.

When you said they danced
at Swithin's ball...

You thought she meant a waltz.

JULEY:
But Soames is the perfect husband.

I can't believe it.

Oh, you want to,

both of you, admit it.

Oh, please.

One can see how men
might find Irene charming.

Though Monty's always failed
to see the attraction.

WOMAN:
But quiet-- if anything, a shrinking violet.

I rather fear
she's been plucked.

And I rather fear
we're going to be late.

Come, dear.

Late?

Bye, dear.

We have another call
this afternoon, chum of Monty's.

Good-bye, dear.

Do forgive us.

Ladies.

Freddie, they love
all the tattle.

Well, I don't.

I wish Winifred
would leave that man at home.

Dartie?

Implying that I enjoy
his tittle-tattle.

Enjoy it?

I could barely
understand it.

The Queen's English
is a foreign language to him.

Mm-hmm.

Whatever shall we
say to Soames?

Nothing.

How on earth
should we say it?

No, we shall simply
pass it over.

We might,
but will the likes of Montague Dartie?

"Quite the joey," indeed.

And what did
the solicitor say?

He told me
exactly what I knew-- I have a case,

every bit as strong
as Soames'.

Now people will see him

for what he is.

He is a solicitor,
the son of a solicitor.

He knows how
to construct a case.

Oh, as does
my own fellow.

He's instructed
Jobling and Boulter,

one of the best
in their field.

And I might
be intimidated,

if I didn't have
right on my side.

You do believe that,
don't you?

Of course I do, Phil.

But money speaks,
even in a court of law.

I have money.

Or will have.

There's the house
for Wilson,

and there'll be more
work after that.

My reputation's growing.

What, then?

What should I do?

Not fight,
just flee?

We could do that.

We could not!

I could set up in Liverpool
or Glasgow

or Paris if I wanted to.

I'm a free man.

Soames cannot stop me
from working.

He could try.

If I were with you,
he woul try.

I don't think
you should leave.

You've done nothing wrong.

Welcome home.

Welcome home, sir.

What lovely weather
you're having, Parfitt.

Yes, sir.

A pleasant journey,
sir?

If truth to tell,
I need another holiday

to recover
from the holiday.

Hello, Parfitt.

Miss June.

I see you have
been busy.

We took a detour to Paris.

Gran indulged me
with a little shopping.

Tell me how
I lived so long

without knowing
the difference between boucl� and chenille.

Don't start all
that again, Gran.

So Miss June is
returning home refreshed?

Like a new woman,
Parfitt.

MAN:
A pile of packages and the like inside the carriage, Mary.

MARY:
Right you are, John.

Give me some tea
in the study, Parfitt.

Right away, sir.

BOSINNEY:
The convention would be to close this off--

a wall here, a door here.

I propose a hinged partition--

a huge folding door,
if you like.

Privacy and intimacy
when you need it,

but the etched glass panels

means you lose
none of the light.

This, I like.

But I am
still unconvinced

about the verandah.

You did
something similar

in the house
at Robin Hill?

Similar, not the same.

I should like
to see it for myself.

It's clearer on here.

Constructed.

I need a better sense
of the proportions.

I... no longer
have access.

You can speak
to the owner, surely.

I am in dispute with the owner.

A small matter,
soon to be resolved.

But I can show you an example

of this type of thing,
and if you are agreeable,

I can have contracts
drawn up by the end of the week.

What kind of dispute?

Oh, it's nothing--
a few hundred pounds.

You are owed?

You owe?

He says.

I wish I had known
of this earlier.

It has no bearing
on the job.

You have my word.

Really, Mr. Wilson,

I do assure you
it's nothing.

I suggest you come back to me
when the matter is resolved.

If it's characters
you require,

I can provide them.

When you are in a position
to proceed, come back to me.

Good day.

BOSINNEY:
He thinks I'm a thief.

IRENE:
He wants to commission you.

After the court case,

once he knows
I can be trusted.

Any client I approach now
will feel the same.

If he had only
signed the contract!

I'd have borrowed
against it.

I could have withstood
a loss in court.

You won't lose.

But if I do,
I lose everything.

Not everything.

Home, business--
it would bankrupt me, Irene.

Not everything.

Here.

My father's.

I cannot take this.

You must.

We have to take
our lead from Soames--

play this purely
as a legal matter.

We shall act the dutiful wife
and the wronged architect.

They shall know nothing
of our plans.

Even a hint of scandal
could turn the judge against you.

We shall behave
like hypocrites.

We shall behave
discreetly--

just a few more weeks.

It will be worth it
in the end.

But you doted
on your father.

I am offering you
the watch.

The memories
are not for sale.