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How easy it is for a forsyte to deceive himself.

During a whole month

in paris,
almost up to the moment

of parting,
I had been persuaded

that between irene and me,
there was no

emotion stronger
than a friendly

companionship.
Well, perhaps

that's all it was to her.
But for me?

One hour in the boat train,
and no doubts remained.

It seemed both natural
and ludicrous.

Natural, because how should
I help loving her?

And ludicrous...

a bad case
of elderly rapture.

Because at my age, how could
she ever return my love?

I walked from the station

because somehow I was reluctant
to meet jolly.

While I had been
lotus-eating in paris,

my son had taken
a step towards

danger, hardship,
even death.

Lumbago.

What love ends in,
if you're not careful,

at my age.

Balthasar!

Come on. Here, boy!

What's the matter,

old boy? Hey.
What's the matter?

Oh, no.

Oh, poor little boy.

Eighteen years.

Dr. Dewar's old bitch
had three pups,

and he gave me this one.

I remember bringing him
home to st. John's wood

in my jacket pocket.
Yes, now he's gone.

Seems like yesterday.
It's nearly

all my life.
When you were still a youngster,

he was very, very old.
Why did you call

him balthasar?
- Remember, in the bible?

Three wise men?
- Oh, I see.

Yeah, the pups looked
just like them,

ancient and wise.
Balthasar,

he looked the oldest
and wisest of the three.

Of cours
well, it's funny how

you don't think about it.
As far as I was concerned,

he was called balthasar,
just as I was

christened jolyon.
And as overshoes

are christened galoshes.
Oh, blast it.

Thanks, old son.
Thank you.

Thank you.
Strange life, a dog'S.

The only animal with
the rudiments of altruism

and a sense of god.

Do you believe
in god?

Well...
I've never known.

Depends on what
you mean by god.

There are two quite
separate ideas of him,

and I've never been able
to reconcile them.

There's the creative
principle,

which one
can't explain.

Darwin thought
he had,

but all he did was
to describe it.

Well, I believe
in that.

And the other?
- Altruism.

The sum of all
the unselfishness in mankind.

The impulse
that makes a man

prefer the interests
of others to his own.

Well, naturally,
I believe in that too.

Where does christ
come in?

Ah.
The link perhaps. Hm?

One sublime life proving
that two opposing ideas

can be joined.
What do you think?

Oh, I don't know.
My first year, we talked a good

bit about this sort of thing.
But in the second,

one gives it up.
I don't know why.

It's jolly interesting.
Yes, it was much

the same in my day.
But when you say

that dogs
have a sense

of altruism,
isn't it just

selfish emotion?
- No. No, dogs love something

outside themselves.

They aren't

pure forsytes.
I think I'm one.

You? Rubbish.
You enlisted,

didn't you? Why?
- Wasn't it because

you thought you should?
- In a way, I suppose.

I didn't want to.
Exactly. I admire you

for it, though.
I doubt if I should have

the courage
to do it at your age.

Forsytes don'T.
Still I suppose

the type gets thinner
with each

succeeding generation.
Your son, jolly, may well

be the perfect altruist.
Hm, not if he's like me,

he won'T.
I'm a forsyte,

all right.
No altruist.

No blooming hero.
No?

I only enlisted
because I dared val dartie

to go with me.
Really? Why?

We...
yes?

Well, we had a row.

I can't stand the chap.

Well, I'll take this
round the back.

So the feud goes on.

Into the third generation.

Now, you do look nice in that dickey.

So much easier for you.

Dickey.
Always wasting your money

on something.
Why we have to make the fuss?

It's only the family.
I know, dear.

But how often these days
do we have a dinner party?

So I thought we'd make
it a proper one.

Well, it's very

good practice for imogen,
now that she's

coming out.
She'll be pretty,

I shouldn't wonder.
Uh-huh, she is pretty.

She ought to make
a very good match.

Oh, there you go.
She'd much better stay at home

and look after her mother.
Oh, where's warmson?

I should like a glass
of madeira tonight.

There's champagne, james.
No body. I can't get

any good of it.
Ring for warmson.

All right, dear.
Ah, there he is,

like magic.
Oh, my darling. There you are.

And in very good time.
Warmson.

Sir?
- Hello, mother.

There we are, my darling.

Hello, my darling.

Get me up a bottle
of that madeira I had

from old mr. Jolyon.
You know where

to find it?
- Yes, sir.

It's never been moved.
Ought to be in prime

condition, but I don't know.
Don't shake it.

Very good, sir.
He will shake it,

likely as not.
Ah, soames,

- there you are.
- Father.

Ah, dear papa.
Mm, how well

you look.
That's as may be.

Tell me...
no word from

that fellow, dartie?
- Nothing.

No, not a sign.
Good job too.

Have a glass
of sherry, soames.

Ah, imogen.
Good evening.

You sit by me,
dear.

Val.
Good evening, sir.

Now.
That old madeira,

I was saving it for
our golden wedding.

But I shan't see another
three years at my age.

Oh, papa,
what nonsense.

Come, james,
don't be morbid.

I don't know
about morbid.

But there's
that w

and when I'm gone,
there it will be.

I don't know what
will become of it.

It will be drunk
or spoiled,

I shouldn't wonder.
Mother.

No, thank you, dear.
Val?

Thank you,
soames.

Your mother
tells me you want

to take up polo
next term.

Only if papa can afford it,
you know.

Well, I should
like to, but...

but what, dear?
- Well, the fact is...

yes?
- The fact is I shan't be

going back to the varsity.
Val, what do you mean?

I've joined
the imperial yeomanry.

What?
- Yes. Jolly forsyte

and I went up together.
You haven't signed?

Rather. I go to camp
on monday.

I sa
what's that?

I didn't hear.
Only that val has joined

the yeomanry, dear.
Well, it's so

nice for him.
He'll look his

best in uniform.
Rubbish! Why,

he'll have to go out there.
He'll be fighting

before he knows where he is.
You're underage.

I said I was 21.
Good for you.

If you go on like this, I don't
know what will become of you.

It's all right,
moth

things are much
better out there now.

I only hope I'll come
in for something.

Won't they be astonished
at timothy'S.

I say, val, do you have a sword,
or only a pop-gun?

Oh, dry out.
What on earth

made you do it?
- I think it's splendid.

He's got just the figure
for a soldier.

I thought you and jolly
weren't on good terms.

- We're not.
- Then why...?

But I wasn't going
to be beaten by him.

Has anybody seen
that father of his?

Say, what's he doing?
- He's been away.

In paris.
Paris?

Yes.
Artists.

Dinner is served, madam.

Thank you, warmson.
High time too.

I'll take imogen.
Thank you.

Yes, dear.
And we'll go in first, shall we?

So that I can see
that everything is all right.

Now, my darling,
cook has excelled herself...

may I sit next to you?
- We'll sit together.

Thank you.
Didn't you tell me

that irene...?
- Yes.

Soames, dear...
it isn't conceivably

possible that...?
- That chap?

If I thought that, I...
it isn't

conceivably possible.

Can I get you something?

- Nothing, dear.

Your grandmama's dinners.
Yes.

I...
I'm sorry to be

leaving you, mother.
Well, you'll be out of the way

of that wretched divorce.

You must go

to your tailors, val,
and have your uniform

properly made.
When do you go to camp?

Did you say?
- On monday.

Then there's time. And we must
try and get you a commission.

Then you won't have
to rough it so much.

Do you know any drill?
- Not a scrap. But of course,

I ride pretty well,
and that's

the main thing.
Yes, I suppose so.

Give me a kiss, darling.

Dearest val.

Good night.
Mother, I...

yes?
- Nothing, mother.

Good night.

Val.

A gentleman, a 47, as we say,

has been paying
marked attention

to 17 during
the last month in paris.

So you said in your
last report.

Can you enlarge
on this?

Oh, there's nothing very
conclusive at present.

The meetings have all
been in public places:

Restaurants. The o
he's not staying

at the same hotel?
- No.

Then these meetings
aren't of any value.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.
In fact, the situation

is quite promising.
Requires patience,

of course.
Do you know

the identity of 47?
- Oh, yes.

It's rather curious.
Has the same name

as number 31.
Your firm. Christian

name, "jolyon."
I suppose

it's all right?
- We don't want to be

running a wrong hare.

Go on with it.

But be careful.
By the way, what's their

attitude to each other?
- She mentioned it

in the summary.
Ah, here we are.

"17, very attractive.

47, longer
in the tooth."

That's slang for age,
you know.

"He's definitely caught.

"Waiting his time.
"17 perhaps holding off

for terms.
"But I'm inclined to think

she doesn't know her own mind.
"Likely to act

on impulse someday.
Both have style."

Style?
- Yes, it's an expression

we use meaning
it's unlikely to be

a weekend business.
They'll come together

seriously or not at all.

Excuse me.

Miss darnley, is there

another post in yet?
- Oh, good.

I'll come in for it.
Excuse me.

Here we are.

Today's report.

Well?

Hm.
She says, uh, "47 left

for england today."

That's four days ago.

"He parted from 17 outside
her hotel at midnight.

"Nothing very striking.

"Think it best
to stay

"and continue
observation of 17.

"No doubt you will deal
with 47 in england,

if you think
it desirable."

Hm, interesting
development.

Very intelligent woman, 19,
and a wonderful makeup.

She says, "17 has no suspicion
of being shadowed so far."

But you know, sensitive people

begin to feel it.
So may I advise

letting up on 17
and keeping an eye

on the gentleman here.
No. Leave this end alone.

Keep the watch going
in paris.

As you wish.
But discreetly.

Of course.
Good day.

I put these flags in
to indicate

the strategic positions
of the campaign.

Miss francie forsyte.
Mr. George forsyte.

Oh, how nice.
Francie, dear.

And george.
Aunt hester,

lovely to see you.
This is a pleasure.

Do come in.
Tea, smither.

Yes, miss.
Good lord.

Who's that?
- It can't be.

It is.
Your uncle timothy's taking

a great deal of interest.
Well, george.

- I find it...
- Now, there's

colenso, do you see?
- Yes, dear.

There's pretoria.
And there's mafeking.

Now...
timothy, dear.

Here's francie
and george, come to see us.

Do go
and talk to them.

Hello, dear.
How nice to see you.

And you too, dear.

Uncle timothy.
It's been such a long time.

What's this I hear about
winifred's boy enlisting?

And young jo's boy? Hey?

Isn't it
exciting?

And giles
and jesse hayman.

They tell me
you're going out there

with the red cross.
Oh, george.

All this
going out there,

that's not the way
to beat those boers.

What is,
uncle

all this newfangled
volunteering and expense,

letting the money out
of the country.

That's the position!

- It's very bad.
- Sit down.

How are you going
to improve it

without more men?
- Men? What we need

is a napoleon.
But if there

isn't one, dear?
- Well, that's their business.

What do we keep an army for?
- Eating their heads off.

Yes. They ought to be

ashamed of themselves,
coming on the country

to help them.
Let every man stick

to his own business.
Then we'll get on.

Volunteering indeed.

We must save!

Conserve money
and energy.

Energy!

That's the only way!
Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.
The blood's gone

to his head again.
He'll have to put

his feet in mustard
and hot water

this evening.
Remind me

to tell smither, dear.
Mustard and poppycock.

The fellow talked
a great deal of sense.

It sounded like
complete rubbish to me.

Francie!
Well, it did.

Of course we need
men out there.

Certainly! We shall
all be out there soon.

En avant the forsytes.
Roll, bowl or pitch.

General timothy,

quarter-master
nicholas,

and lance-bombardier george.

What a c
i don't like to hear

the army made fun of,
especially now when

they're so progressive.
Think of giving up

their scarlet tunics
for that dreadful

khaki.
Fancy what the iron duke

would have said.
I think the new color's

quite attractive.
Val looks very smart, anyway.

Oh, I do so wonder
what jo's boy is like.

To think we've
never seen him.

His father must
be proud of him.

They tell me
his father's in paris.

Really?
- Mrs. Macander

was here yesterday,
just back from paris.

Juley!
And whom do you think

she saw in the street?
- You'll never guess.

We shan't try, aunt.
Irene!

Imagine.
Walking with

a fair beard...
impossible,

my dear aunt.
I was going to say

walking with
a fair-bearded gentleman

looking as pretty
as ever.

The gentleman,
aunt?

Now don't be
naughty, george.

I think that's marvelous.
I'm mad about beards.

Do you know...?
- I've had such

a dreadful thought.
Hester:

Then don't utter it.
Keep it to yourself.

We don't want to hear it.
What's dreadful

about it?
- Francie:

Tell u
they say that jo has grown

a fair beard.

Hello, soames.

What can I do for you?
- Won't

keep you long.
Glass of sherry?

No, thank you.
Thank you, johnson.

Well?
- You've been

in paris, I hear.
Yes, just back.

Did you happen
to see irene?

It appears she's
abroad somewhere.

Yes, I saw her.

How was she?
- Very well.

When I saw you last,
I was of two minds.

I remember.
Yes, you expressed your

opinion very clearly.
I don't want to re-open

that discussion,
but I will say this.

Our differences happened
a long time ago.

I'm going to ask her
to let bygones be bygones

and come back to me.
But you have asked her, soames,

and she refused.
The idea was new to her.

It came as a shock.
Now that she's

thought about it,
she must realize that it's

the only way for both of us.
That's not my impression

of her state of mind.
It's the only

reasonable way.
I believe you're

making a big mistake
if you think that reason

comes into this at all.
Perhaps I see th

a little more clearly
than you imagine.

- Do you now?
- Good morning.

Good morning.
Is that what you came

to tell me?
- No. My position with her

is very difficult.
Your position?

I want to be sure
that you won't try

to influence her
against me.

I don't know what makes you
think that I have any influence.

But if I have,
I'm bound to use it

in the direction
of her happiness.

Does that mean
you're against me?

I'm against any woman
living with a man, soames,

whom she definitely
dislikes.

Married or not.
I suppose every time

you see her,
you put your opinions

into her mind.
I'm not likely

to be seeing her.
Well, do you mean...?

You're not going
back to paris?

No. Not as far
as I know.

Than that's all
that I had to say.

Except to point out
that anyone

who comes between
man and wife

incurs a heavy
responsibility.

Yes, you said something
of that sort before.

Is that all?

For the moment.
Then good day to you.

I have just had a visit from soames.

Somehow he has discovered

that you are in paris.
I don't want to alarm you,

but I think you should know
he's going to have another try.

But please be calm.

There's absolutely
nothing he can do.

You will be sad to hear
that your old friend

balthasar is dead.
We're fools, aren't we?

To give our affection when we
know it must end in heartache.

I think the warning

in your first letter
must have been

a false alarm
because there has been

no sign from soames.
As you say, it is as well

to be prepared,
but a mouth has passed now, so

perhaps he's changed his mind.

I have been re-reading what

you wrote about affection.
Surely it's never foolish to

give, whatever the end may be.

But to take

without giving in return,
is not only foolish,

- but wicked.
- Aren't you glad

that's done and out of the away?
- Jolly:

You're an absolute angel.
Ah, jolly.

Nice to see you
in civilized clothes again.

I wonder when you'll wear
them next? Are you packed?

Packed
and re-packed.

June's been helping me,
and you know what that means.

Yes, indeed.
June.

June.
If the ship goes down,

you'll know whom to blame.
Don't be

so ungrateful.
My kit is bulging with

unnecessary objects
ranging from liniment

to balaclava helmets.
I think she imagines

that south africa
lies somewhere

north of greenland.
What nonsense.

I'm told the nights can
be very cold on the veldt.

Who told you?
- Nurses who have

been out there.
Nurses? What nurses?

I didn't know you knew any any.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

I've been attending classes
for two weeks now.

No, you didn't tell me,
and you know perfectly well

you didn't tell me.
What have you

been up to, miss june?
- I shall go out to the cape,

as soon as they'll take me.
Jolly:

Good lord!
I thought you

were
oh, I'm still that.

Then how can you...?
- I'm pro-people.

Boers or english
who need help.

Well, I can hardly go out
and nurse the boers, can I?

Well, hardly.

Don't laugh at me,
fa

oh, that's the last thing
i should do.

I never know with you.

Oh, my dearest girl.

Have an olive.
No, thank you.

When I read the news
of spion kop,

all our casualties.
Oh, that was bad enough.

But natural,
when you think what idiots

these generals seem to be.
But do you realize that

for every man killed
in action out there,

five, five are dying
from disease?

Enteric, dysentery,
blackwater fever.

Well, I think
that's horrible.

Horrible and wasteful.
It's the country,

june.
I don't believe that.

It's sheer incompetence.
It must be.

We've hardly progressed
since the crimea.

And you're going
to put it right?

I'll have
a jolly good try.

Then jolly
good luck to you.

That's what I say.
And so say I.

Really, father?
- You don't mind?

Mind?
- Of course I mind.

But I shan't try and stop you.

I've got more sense.
I can only say that I'M...

I'm very grateful.

Yes, and a little
astonished too

that I should have
such children.

Come back, won't you?
- Safely and soon.

We shall miss you,
holly and I.

By the way,
where is that girl?

Val?

Hm?
- Won't you come

into the house?
- No, darling.

You don't really
know my father.

He's generous. Kind.
I want him

to know about us.
And jolly?

He'll have nothing
to do with it.

Don't be too certain
of that.

Then you won't come in?
- No.

I'm sure your father's
everything you say he is,

but there's something
between our families.

I don't know what.
But there is a bar.

I've seen it in my grandfather's
face and my uncle'S.

You don't think
it stands between us?

Oh, no. Do you?
- No.

Well, then,
when I come back...

no. Hold me close,
I have an idea.

And I'll tell you
what it is.

Then I'll have
to

or they'll be wondering
where I am.

It's unlike holly to be late.
Especially on your last night.

Oh, isn't it, though?

- Ah, here she is.
- Come along,

dinner's ready.
I know. I'm sorry

i'm late, father.

Where have you been?

I've been in the garden,
thinking. No.

Father?
- Yes?

Has june told you
about being a nurse?

Yes, we did manage
to prize it out of her.

I was going to tell you anyway,
this evening.

Well, father,
if you'll allow it,

I should like
to start training too.

Tomorrow.
Why?

Well, because I...

because I want to.

Well, I suppose that's the best
answer I'm likely to get.

What a family.

May we go and dine now?
- And if you want to know why,

I'll tell you.
I'm now secretive.

I happen to be hungry.
June?

- Oh, father.
- Press the bell.

Good gracious me,
juley.

What do you suppose
is going on?

Smither?
- Oh, miss!

Oh, ma'am. You've never seen
anything like it out there.

All the streets full of people
roaring their heads off

with funny hats on,
and dancing and jigging!

I quite thought I'd be swept
away in the rush.

What people?
- Dancing

in the streets?
- All kinds of people! West end,

east end, all mixed up together.
Yes, but why, smither?

Don't ask me, ma'am.
I spoke to several of them, but

they just shouted at me.
"Mafficking!

Mafficking! Mafficking!"
So I asked a copper.

I mean, a policeman, miss.
And what did he say?

"Mafficking."

Please don't touch me!

Excuse me!

What the...
hello, soames!

Have a nose.
Don't be a fool!

Go it from one
of these sportsmen.

Had to knock him down
for bashing my hat.

Ah! Filthy buggers!

What are
the police doing?

It's unspeakable.
It's not english.

Ah, but it is.
You'll see.

One of these days we'll have
to fight these chaps.

Radicals, socialists,
the lot of them.

They want our property.

Tell uncle james that
from me!

They won't dispose
of us so easily.

Possession is nine points
of the law.

Thank goodness we had
the carriage.

How we should have
got home at all, I...

imogen!

Yes, mama?
- Do you perceive a scent?

Is it tobacco?

I can't smell
anything.

I say, if that's how they

behave on mafeking night,
what do you suppose will

happen when we win the war?
- I'd rather not think

about it, dear.

No. Strange.

After all those fittings
this afternoon, I'm exhausted.

Nice, though,
and amusing.

Oh, look.
The library sent me

the new anthony hope.
I think I'll take it up

and have a rest before dinner.
Yes, dear. Do that.

God! Who is it?

Winifred.

Hi. I got your letters.

So I'm back.

I had to come steerage.

It was absolute hell.
I've nothing left

but what I stand up in.
And who has the rest?

How dared you come.
How dared you!

Dared?
- You knew perfectly well

what that letter meant.
You knew I was going

to divorce you.
Well, there

are easier ways.
Why didn't you

take one of them?
- Oh, monty!

Oh, yes, because
of the kids. Yes.

How are they?
- Don't come near me!

Oh, god.
If you knew

the time I've had.
I'm glad I don'T.

How did you get in?
- With my key.

Now I hung on to that.
Then at least

the maids don't know.
You can't

stay here, monty.
Where do you

suggest I go?
- What do I care?

To my club?
- They'd throw me out.

Just look at me.
What do I look like?

That damned woman...
if you mention her,

I go straight to park lane
and I don't come back!

Very well.

I'm in your hands.
Whatever you say.

Look, you can have a room

for tonight.
Your things

are still here.
And imogen's

the only one at home.
Val?

He's in south africa
with the army.

And I thank god for it.
He's been shamed

enough already.
You don't need

to hit so hard.
It isn't necessary.

I've been scared.
Oh, freddie...

don't call me that!

I've been so scared.
Have you got a cigarette?

Yes, there were some.

Two. I've smoked them.
You'll find a box

in the dressing room.

Go and have a hot bath

and change. We'll talk later.

All right.

Good evening, sir.
Oh, warmson.

I shall be sleeping
here tonight, warmson.

Streets aren't safe
for civilized people.

Just letting
off steam, sir.

It's a good thing
at times.

Yes, perhaps

you're right.
What's the news

of that son of yours?
- Nothing but good so far, sir.

He's been made a corporal.
Excellent.

Not that we hear much, sir.
He's no hand at writing,

and his mother frets.
Yes. Yes, I dare say.

Good evening, ma

please leave us, warmson.
I want to speak to mr. Soames.

What's the matter?

Monty.
He's come back.

Damn!

Hoist with our own petard!

I told you, you should have
let me go for cruelty.

Soames, no!
What shall I do?

Has he anything to say
for himself?

No. Nothing.
One of his boots

is split across the toe.
Oh, yes.

On his beam ends.

So it all begins again.

There must be some way, in law,

of keeping you free
of that chap.

The law!
Oh, no, soames.

I won't be made a fool of again.
I'd sooner put up with him.

Then we'll just have
to come to terms.

Terms. What terms?
- It'll always be the same.

When he recovers...

cards. Betting. Drink. Women!
When he recovers?

Why, is he ill?

He's burnt out.

You and I...

we don't have
any luck, do we?

No.

This will
finish father.

Can't we keep it
from him?

Oh, I doubt it.
I doubt it.

He has an instinct
for trouble.

Well, what is it?

Something's happened.

I can tell
by the look of you.

Father...

uh?
- Monty's come back.

Oh, no, dear.
Now this really

is too bad of him.
It's all right, mother.

No good fussing.
He'll be

the death of me.
Winifred:

Now you're not to worry.
Just to be spared

that horrible divorce.
Divorce!

Rubbish.
Why I agreed to it,

I don't know.
I should have offered

him an allowance
to stay out of england.

Soames, go and propose
it to him.

Yes,
by all means.

And tell him he'll be prosecuted
if he doesn't keep away!

After all, he took
her pearls, you know.

And if he hasn't
brought them back...

that's only bluff.
He'll know it.

No, I've made up
my mind.

Now he's back,
he can stay.

I'll make him behave.

Good heavens! Daddy!

Well, my little one?

Are you pleased to see
me back?

Of course.
But you're

a rotten old father.
Am I?

Seven months away
without even a postcard.

And you've missed val.
Did you know?

Yes, I know.
I'm sorry about that

i should think so too.

Tell me, has your
mother said anything...

mama!

Look.
Did you know?

Yes,
of course, dear.

Now shouldn't you go
and change for dinner?

Yes, mama.
See you at dinner,

daddy.
Very well, my chick.

Run along now.
Run along.

I should like

to speak to you.

Well, I suppose you've

been to park lane.
How's the old man?

Not dead.
Oh, now, freddie.

Understand this,
monty.

I will not have
him worried.

Do you want
to stay here?

Yes.
Then you may. As long

as you behave yourself.
Have you told

the children
val knows everything.

He had to be told.
Imogen?

No details.
Only that you had to make

a trip to south america.

Oh, you'd mind her
knowing, wouldn't you?

You care for her,
even if you

don't give two pence
for my feelings.

Very well.
If you give me cause,

any cause,
she shall know.

I shall tell her
the whole filthy story.

All right, go on.
Hit me. I'm down.

I don't want
to hit you.

You can live here,
on my terms.

I can't stand anymore, though,
and I won'T.

So you'd better be quite
sure of that.

You've made yourself
very clear.

Good.

Over the years, monty,
you've made me suffer.

I've been jealous, deeply hurt

and just downright angry.

You've humiliated me
almost beyond endurance.

But I used to be

fond of you.
And for the sake

of that...

for the sake of that...

that's rather a good thing.

Is this one

of your haunts?
- Yes.

It's a little lonely.

No.

There's always
one's shadow.

You'll be free of that

any moment you wish.
Oh?

Irene, come back to me,
and be free.

Don't laugh!

Listen, if you
come back to me,

you can have
a separate house.

Anything.
Now is there any

condition I can make...?
- None! None!

If you hunt me to the grave,
I will not come.

Don't make a scene.

Is that your last word?

Wait!

You gave me

your sacred vow...
and broke it.

You've refused me children,
the son I wanted.

You've put me
in prison.

But...

you still move me.
In spite of everything,

I still want you.
God made me as I am.

Wicked if you like,

but not so wicked that
i'll give myself again

to a man I hate.

Dad?

Mm-hm?
- More coffee?

No, no,
thank you.

I've been meaning
to tell you...

it was through me

that jolly enlisted.
Really?

When you were
in paris, dad,

val dartie and i
fell in love.

We got engaged.

Well, jolly found out.

He thought
he'd stop it,

so he dared val
to enlist.

Yes, he told me that.
I didn't know you

were concerned though.
That makes a great deal

of difference.
It appears my children

are forsytes after all.
So you see,

it was all my fault.
So I want to go out

to the cape with june.
Because if anything happens

to jolly or val, I...
I'd feel...

anyway, I'm just
as well-trained as june.

They won't let you go,
my darling.

You're too young.
No. June says

it can be arranged if...

if you consent.

If I consent?
- It's a bit late in the day

for that, isn't it?
- Let me go, dad.

Please.
Let me go.

I never stop anyone
doing anything.

You know that.
You're the best father

in the world.
Most likely

the worst.
No.

But this engagement,
I don't get on very well

with val's parents.
I don't

really know val.
But jolly

doesn't like him.
I love him.

Hm.

Then that settles it.
I'll go and get

everything arranged.

Oh, dad.

I hate to leave you.
But I must.

I just have to go.

June?

June,
I'm coming.

"Green's hotel. Richmond."

You'll be surprised

to see how near I am to you.

Paris became impossible...

and I have come here to be

within reach of your advice.

Is all well with you?

I don't think anyone
knows yet that I am here.

When we discovered that 17
had also left paris,

we took up the matter at
the other end. Most gratifying.

Observation of 47
has enabled us

to locate 17 again
at the green hotel, richmond.

Now they've met daily

in richmond park.
And on two occasions,

17 has visited robin hill.
At what hour?

During the day.
But, sir. Both times

she stayed until 10:00 P.M.
And was driven back

in 47's carriage.
Now in conjunction

with what we had from paris,
I believe we can

satisfy the court.

Perhaps.

I'm not so sure.
But I've made up

my mind to act.
Excellent.

I presume you know
the real identity

of the lady?
- My dear sir.

Very well, then.
There's no need

to say more about it.
I'm instructing linkman

and laver of budge row.
Kindly make your report on

the evidence to mr. Linkman.
Immediately.

And continue to observe
the utmost secrecy.

Of course.

Bien. Depeche-toi, annette.

You are keeping
charles waiting.

Vo�la.
It was worth

waiting for.
You'll be the belle

of the party.
And I shall be the envy

of all my colleagues.
Au revoir, maman.

Au revoir.
I'll take great care

of her, madame lamotte.
Oh, I'm sure

you will.
Enjoy yourselves,

my children.
But mind you,

bring her back
before midnight.

On the dot.

Au revoir.

Entrez.

Ah, good evening,

monsieur forsyte.
I am so sorry. My daughter has

just gone out with dr. Fryer.

Yes, I saw them go.

But you I came to see.

So...

please, do sit down.
Thank you.

I want to talk to you.

Oui, monsieur?
- But first, I must

ask you something.
Oui.

That young doctor,
is there anything

between him and annette?
- Oh, she's young, monsieur,

and so is monsieur le docteur.

Between young people,

things move quickly.
But my daughter is a good girl,

and sensible.
So there's

nothing definite?
- Oh, indeed no.

Monsieur le docteur is
very nice, but what we do...?

There is no money,
at present.

Ah, let me offer
you something, monsieur.

A cognac,

I think, huh?
- Thank you.

Bien, monsieur forsyte.

It is some time
since you visited us.

Yes, I've been busy.

Uh-huh.
Madame lamotte,

I must tell you this.
I'm a marr

but I've been living apart
from my wife for some time.

Now I'm going to sue her
for a divorce.

So... the world is full
of tragedies.

Thank you.

And will the suit
be successful?

I have every confidence,
madam. I'm a rich man.

And when I marry again, my wife
will have a generous settlement.

Generous, monsieur?

I had in mind the sum
of 15,000 pounds.

So...

I believe you, madam,

are thinking
of returning to paris?

Eventually, we are.

London is
a beautiful city,

but for me
it means hard work.

And...
paris, after all,

is home. Oui, monsieur.

My one ambition

is to be near
my grandchildren.

My french grandchildren.
It is natural.

Yes. Very natural.

Unfortunately,
my capital is all

invested here
in this restaurant.

If you were to dispose of
the goodwill of your restaurant

you could realize
your ambition?

Oh, oui, monsieur,
I could.

And it should
not be difficult.

Soho has many
possibilities.

I have no doubt
when the time comes,

we can come to some
satisfactory arrangement.

I'm sure we can, monsieur.

And there is no hurry.

A month here or there
will make no difference at all.

I shall say nothing

as yet to annette.

That would be wise.

But I'm happy to think
that you understand me.

Ah, oui, monsieur.

I think we understand
one another, hm?

Forsyte versus forsyte

and forsyte.
Hm.

Well, there it is.
Pinned down

on legal parchment
for the whole world

to gape at.
After all these years,

the feud in our family
will be common property.

Common property!

That's a notion
abhorred and despised

by every forsyte
that ever was.

By god! It must have cost
soames a lot to do that.

Anguish and desperation.

Yes, poor devil.
To give in and admit defeat

after all this time.
It doesn't

seem possible.
I find it hard

to believe.
No, irene, it's

an ironic business.
Ironic?

We're perfectly well able
to defend this suit.

You know that, don't you?
- Yes, jo.

But do you realize exactly
what that would mean?

I think so.

You an I would have to go
into the witness box

and swear that between us,
there's been nothing.

No act, no gesture,
no words even of love.

And that's the truth.

Yes, jo,

that's the truth.
But to do it, hm?

To stand up in public,
before an english judge

and 12 solid tradesman
in the jury box,

explain our meetings
in paris,

our walks in richmond,
your visits to me here.

To answer one insinuating
question after another.

"Seriously, mrs. Forsyte.

"Are you trying
to tell the jury

that in all these meetings,
you spoke only of..."

painting and music
and food and wine.

How fresh and beautiful
the flowers are in the market

by the seine.
And the young bracken in

richmond park.
Of cabbages and kings.

And whether pigs have wings.
Exactly.

Are they likely
to believe us?

And even if they do,
the damage will be done.

The scandal will be
just as horrible.

Hypocrites will have
a field day.

The newspapers will
sell like hotcakes.

Oh, my dear, irene,
I don't think I can

bear the thought
of you standing up

in that box
under all those

gloating eyes.
And do you think I should like

to see you there?
- Dear jo...

even if you told the truth,

would it be the whole truth?

Nothing but the truth?

Do you think I don't know
that you love me?

Did you imagine you could

keep it a secret?

I don't know.

I tried.

Why?
- Not because you couldn't

face the world.
I know you too well

for that.
Because of your children?

They're grown now, and you've
taught them your own tolerance,

your own belief
that people should be free.

Yes, I did think of them.
Especially jolly.

Yes.

Yes, and what
you've told me,

it's clear that he
is most vulnerable.

But there's
another reason,

and I believe
i know what it is.

Tell me.
Tell me, please.

Over these last months,

you've been a comfort
and a refuge to me.

Thanks to you

and to your father
who began the...

the cure...

I've become alive again.
And you're quite aware of this.

You know that I have given you
my whole trust and my affection.

But you're afraid,
aren't you?

Afraid that I can give you
nothing more.

That if you told me
of your love,

you might lose everything.

Scrupulous.

Most chivalrous.

Dearest jo...

but a coward too.

Irene...

oh, my dear.

Oh, sir!
Oh, excuse me, sir.

Yes, plunket,
what is it?

I told him you
were engaged, but...

mr. Soames forsyte, sir.

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