All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e18 Afternoon of a Dryad.eng

Well, I went to cork street

to see wilfrid desert,

but I didn't go in.

Why not?

Because I was sorry for him?

Or for myself?

why don't you look...?

I'm so sorry.

Oh, it's you.

Well, yes, it's me,

but I...

you're the young man

who married fleur forsyte.

I'm her cousin, june.

Oh, of course.

I'm sorry.

How do you do?

I'm well.

Have you been to see

the new show

at my gallery

next door?

No, not yet.

That's right,

fleur says you're launching

a vertiginist.

Claude rains.

Quite extraordinary.

But you don't launch his kind,

you know.

They're self-igniting.

Like a firework?

Wrong comparison.

Nothing ephemeral

about claude rains' work.

Make a point of seeing it.

He's only 24.

I don't know another

living painter of his generation

with anything approaching

the same authority and power.

Violence marvelously

controlled.

How's fleur?

She's well, thanks.

I saw her this afternoon.

Did you? Where?

Not to speak to.

Otherwise,

I wouldn't have asked.

Half a dozen, please.

There's a house

across the square

from my gallery.

I saw her go into it

as I was coming out.

I suppose you have

friends there.

You know,

as a matter of fact,

I thought I spotted her

leaving it last week,

but I wasn't sure.

Thank you.

She's quite

a charmer.

I wouldn't mind

meeting her again.

You must come round.

I will o

my time seems to be

so taken with the gallery,

I neglect my friends.

Are you happy

together?

What?

I hope you are.

She ought to have married

my little brother, you know,

but I hope

you're happy.

Thank you.

She's a pretty child.

Your little brother?

Hm?

I said,

your little brother?

Jon.

Oh, he was far too young,

of course, and so was she,

but they were

head over heels.

The family feud

put a stop to that.

Well, that's all passed

and gone,

and I hope

you're happy.

Don't forget

the claude rains show.

He's a gens.

I'll try to look in.

Goodbye,

young man.

You're not a beauty,

but I like your face.

Remember me

to that child.

Well, ting?

As one heathen chinese

to another, what do you think?

Hello, michael. You're late.

I've had aubrey greene

round here

about a model you sent him.

He wants to borrow ting.

Oh, and father's here

for the night.

He bought us this.

Isn't it perfect?

Is there anything

the matter, michael?

No, nothing.

Some monkey!

By the way, fleur,

have you any spare clothes

you could give away?

For the wife of a chap I know.

Yes, yes, of course I have.

Put them out tonight,

would you, darling?

And I'll send him

some of mine.

Oh, come on.

What is it, hm?

Nothing.

I suppose

you know somehow

that I went

to see wilfrid today.

Why not?

Well, it was only to tell him

i couldn't see him again.

You must do as you like,

you know, fleur.

That's only fair.

You are rather an angel.

Oh, I'm just going to change.

Cocktail, sir?

Oh, no, thank you.

Oh, perhaps

a little sherry.

Right.

I'm not going to

get rid of my goya.

Consider it fleur'S.

She'll be thrilled, sir.

In fact, if I knew

you were interested

in the future,

I'd make more provision.

In my opinion, death duties

will be prohibitive

in a few years' time.

I'd like you to know

once and for all, sir,

that what you do for fleur,

you do for fleur.

I can be epicurus

any time I like.

Bread, and on feast days,

a little bit of cheese.

Yes, I know that.

This land depression

must be hitting your

father pretty hard,

I should think.

Well, he talks about being on

the lookout for soap and cars,

but I shouldn't be

surprised

if he mortgages again

and lingers on.

Yes, title without a place

isn't natural.

You'd better wait for me to go,

if I leave anything, that is.

Michael, listen to me.

I've been thinking.

Aren't you happy together,

you two,

that you don't have children?

Well, I don'T... I don't think

we've ever had a scrap

or anything like it.

I've been...

I am very fond of her,

but you know

better than I do, sir,

that I only

picked up the pieces.

Who told you that?

Miss june forsyte.

That woman...

she can't keep her nose

out of anything.

It was a boy-and-girl affair,

over months before you married.

But deep, sir.

Deep? Who can tell at that age?

Deep...

you're a good fellow.

Now, be patient.

Take the long view.

Yes, sir,

if I can.

She's everything to me.

And to me, sir,

which doesn't make it easier.

Perhaps not, but hold on,

as gently as you like,

but hold on.

Oh, she's young.

She'll flutter about a bit,

but there's nothing in it.

I've got my own problems

but that's nothing

to what I should feel

if anything went wrong with her.

I'll do my best, sir,

but I'm not

exactly solomon.

I'm not so sure.

Anyway, a baby would be

a sort of...a sort of insurance.

No. Well, as to that,

I can't say anything.

No. Well, of course not.

That's a pretty fair sherry.

Thanks.

This prohibition business

over in the states,

you know they're going

to run into trouble

with that precious amendment

of theirs,

I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, a headstrong lot,

running their heads

against a brick wall.

Idealism?

No.

I've never drunk anything

to speak of,

but, well, I like

to feel I could.

And the americans

are telling people

that they mustn'T.

Yes, and that's tyranny.

Mm.

It wouldn't

surprise me

if they all took to drink

over there.

Oh, you'll look

a fair treat in that.

Oh, tony,

look at this dress.

How could anybody

spare it?

What price is this, huh?

Not too big, is it?

I'll shorten the sleeves

for you, love.

Oh, look here,

a great fig coat.

I've got one too.

It's got "bond street"

written all over it.

Gardenia!

Oh, tony, it's like

10 christmases

Solid leather shoes...

nice warm pants...

now... oh, saucy!

You'll look

a fair treat in that.

Oh, tony, it is good

of mr. Mont, and mrs. Mont.

Yeah, well, I told you.

He's a gent.

He must think

an awful lot of you,

giving you that

lovely lunch yesterday,

and now all this.

Yeah, well...

it's like a trousseau for

the two of us, for australia.

All we need now

is the fare.

Well, I'll be off

now, love.

Oh, we'll get it, tony.

We'll get it.

We're going to be lucky.

Hallucination,my dear forsyte.

I've known elderson

all my life.

We were at winchester

together.

Yes, you told me,

but the point is

if butterfield's story is true,

we're in the hands of a thief.

If?

It's a remarkably big if.

You have nothing else

to go on?

No, not yet.

But the P.P.R.S is in a hole

as a direct result of

elderson's policy.

He wasn't as far-seeing as you, forsyte.

Then, none of us were.

A wrong policy doesn't

make him a criminal.

Yes, but

the fact remains

that the mark

is now valueless

and it's going to

cost the society

a quarter of a million

pounds,

and if elderson

has been taking...

has been taking bribes,

and if we conceal it,

we'll all finish up

in the dock.

The devil we could...

yes, as accessories.

And another point.

Now, elderson strikes me

as being an exceptionally shrewd

and clever man.

Now, I find it hard to understand

that he couldn't see

what was coming

as clearly as I did.

Call him a fool,

which he clearly is not,

and what

are we left with?

Elderson the villain.

That's going a bit far,

forsyte.

Is it?

You are saying,

are you not,

that our shrewd

and clever manager

might well

have foreseen the danger

as you did,

but still deliberately pursued

a disastrous policy

out of self-inte

i am saying that if there

is a word of truth

in butterfield's story,

that is the only

possible interpretation

that could be put

upon it.

And you propose

that we tackle him?

Exactly.

See what he has

to say about it.

You wouldn't like

a story like that

going around about yourself,

would you?

You're right.

Well, we'll have to keep

our heads.

He'll deny it, of course.

Well, I should hope so,

forsyte, I should hope so.

Elderson's a gentleman.

There's no liar

like a gentleman.

Oh, the geography's correct.

Geography?

The lobby between this room

and elderson's office

is where butterfield says

he was standing.

Ah, yes, yes.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I hear you want to see me.

Yes. Is that

door shut?

Yes. Why?

Are you in a draught?

Would you like a fire?

No, thank you.

The fact is, elderson,

that a young man in this office

came to me yesterday

with a very queer story.

Mont and i

think you should hear it.

Well, by all means.

Who was this young man?

Butterfield.

Indeed?

Now, he says

that in passing between

this room and his office,

he overheard

a conversation

between you

and a mr. Smith,

the agent for

our german business.

Oh, yes, I know mr. Smith.

Born schmidt, you know,

naturalized before the war.

Do go on, mr. Forsyte.

Well, the relevant words

that he said he overheard

were these:

"Quite so, mr. Elderson,

"but we haven't paid you a

commission on all this business

for nothing."

Teresting.

Anything else...relevant?

I don't know

about that,

but butterfield

alleges that...

oh, I like that word...

"alleges".

Oh, do go on, mr. Forsyte.

Butterfield alleges

that smith then said,

"if the mark

goes absolutely phut,

"you'll have to see

that your society

makes it good for us."

Excuse me.

Elderson here.

Would you tell

butterfield

to come to the boardroom,

please, at once?

Thank you.

You had to be told,

elderson.

Well, naturally.

Come in.

Over here,

butterfield.

I understand

that you have been

exercising your imagination

in my regard.

No, sir.

You stick

to this fantastic story

of the eavesdropping?

Yes, sir.

Well, in that case,

we have no further use

for your services.

Good morning.

He'll never get another job again.

Well, thank you, gentlemen,

for bringing this matter

to my attention.

I must say, I have had my eye

on that young man

for quite some time.

A bad hat all around,

I'm afraid.

What do you make out

that he had to gain by it?

Oh, foresaw dismissal,

thought he'd get in first.

I see.

I've been thinking over

what you said, mr. Forsyte.

Oh? In what respect?

When you called here yesterday

about an action

lying against the board

for negligence...

there's nothing

you need to know.

Oh, no. Our policy

has been fully disclosed

to the shareholders

at two general meetings,

and passed

without comment.

The shareholders

are just as responsible

as the board.

Hm.

Yes.

Well...

this has been very distasteful.

You must forgive us, elderson,

but as I say,

you had to be told.

You know,

I don't think that young man

can be quite all there.

Something peculiar

about him.

And we cannot have

this sort of thing.

Well, I should

hope not.

Well, good morning,

gentlemen,

and once again,

thank you.

Well, that's that.

Oughtn't we

to look into this young man?

Yes.

Oh, but...

leave him to me.

I'm glad to, forsyte. Glad to.

Another tot?

Thanks, ever so.

You know, miss manuelli,

it won't be half

the ordeal you imagine.

You wouldn't mind

if I were your doctor.

I can't think of you

like a doctor.

Well, I'm not one,

of course.

His job is to diagnose ailments,

mine, to recognize

what is beautiful

and express it

in terms of painting.

But my attitude

to the naked body, believe me,

is just as detached as his.

You're having a companion

this afternoon.

A what?

A companion.

Since it's your first try,

I thought a bit of distraction

might help.

Ah, fleur. Hello.

Traffic was absolutely...

come on in.

I hope we're not late.

On the dot.

Miss manuelli, this

is mrs. Michael mont.

How do you do, miss manuelli?

This is your

companion.

Mrs. Mont's lending him

to us for the afternoon.

Isn't he sweet? May I?

Yes, of course.

Be friends.

That's the whole idea.

Well, if he doesn't

bite a person at once,

it means he likes them.

You're a love.

What's he called?

Ting-a-ling.

Let me get you

a drink, fleur.

Oh, no, thanks, aubrey.
I must fly.

I'm going to meet alison.

Now, ting, be good,

and as amusing as you can.

Goodbye, miss manuelli.

Goodbye,

mrs. Mont.

No, no, I'll see myself out.

You get on with it.

I'll collect ting at 6:00.

Bless you, fleur.

Goodbye.

Right. Put him down.

He can have a sniff

around the studio

while I show you the ropes.

Now, you'll get undressed

behind that screen.

Then you just come onto the dais

and take your position.

This is what I want.

You're laughing.

Why, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

But it's splendid.

You have a sense of the absurd.

So have I.

Well, go along, then.

We said 15 bob a day,

didn't we?

Don't worry,

miss manuelli.

My sense of the absurd

doesn't include you,

and I shan't be looking

when you come down.

Just take your position,

and when you're ready,

give the cowbell a tinkle.

Ting? Where are you?

Ah, there you are.

Five bob an hour.

Shut up, ting.

Don't worry, miss manuelli,

it's only because

he's got a bone.

I've tied him so that

he can't reach the cowbell.

Ready when you are.

Perfect,

miss manuelli.

Hold that position.

Uh, just point those left toes

a shade more.

That's it.

Well, goodbye,

mrs. Dartie.

I'm obliged to you

for the tea.

Not at all, mr. Gradman.

It's always good to see you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, gradman.

And...

I'll look in at the office

tomorrow and discuss this.

At other matter...

as I said,

mr. Soames,

one man's word

against another'S.

It's a tricky business.

But that young fellow...

if there's anything I can do...

yes, thank you.

Well, I have an idea about that.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I don't know.

You can't trust anyone

these days.

It comes of all this, um...

oh, well, I don't know

what it comes of.

What makes you mistrust

mr. Elderson?

There's nothing.

It's a feeling, no more.

That's not enough.

It's too dangerous.

You've a good instinct,

soames.

You always had,

but you're so wise

and cautious,

you wouldn't talk

of feelings

if something

hadn't happened

to start a doubt

in your mind.

Well, if you put it like that,

yes, there was something.

Oh, not so much

the dismissal of butterfield,

though that was performed

with savage expedition.

I think even mont was surprised.

There was something he said

afterwards,

a comment about butterfield

never getting another job.

He said it

with a sort of venom.

A sort of venomous satisfaction.

It was quite unnecessary.

Most unpleasant.

The circumstances

didn't demand it.

Well, if he was innocent,

he surely had a right

to be angry.

Certainly, and if he was guilty,

he'd have to simulate anger.

But this was more than anger.

And when I asked h

what he thought butterfield

had to gain by it,

he said that butterfield

was a bad hat

who foresaw dismissal

and wanted to get in first.

Out of spite?

Presumably.

Well,

he's a bad hat?

That's not my impression.

And elderson didn't see fit

to enlarge on his statement.

He said nothing

to justify his assessment

of butterfield's character.

You know,

I find that remarkable.

Yes, so do I.

Soames, if your feelings are right,

if mrs. Elderson is guilty...

we've no proof.

And unlikely to get any...

well, what about

mr. Butterfield?

Oh, he came to see me

afterwards, poor fellow.

He was most distressed.

Well, naturally.

He has a wife and two children.

Oh, poor young man.

But that's dreadful

if he was only doing his duty.

Quite. Against

his own interest.

I've spoken to michael.

Can he help?

There might be something for him

at danby and winter.

That's what I'd like, a job

where we can keep an eye on him.

If he's a bad hat,

it'll soon show.

Cigarette?

No, thanks, sir.

Now, then.

I know about all the turmoil.

Between ourselves,

butterfield,

is your story okay?

God's truth, sir.

I only wish

i'd held my tongue.

That was my first job

since the war,

so I can whistle

for a reference.

Hmm. Wife and two children,

I believe?

Yes.

I've put them in the cart

for the sake of me conscience.

The last time I'll do that.

What did it matter to me

whether the society was cheated

or not?

My wife was quite right.

I was a fool.

Well, probably. In any case,

you're now looking for work?

Yes, sir.

Do you know anything

about books?

Oh, yes, sir.

I'm a good bookkeeper.

Oh, holy moses.

Our job is getting rid of them.

We're publishers.

We were thinking

of putting on

an extra traveler.

Is your tongue

persuasive?

Well, I don't know, sir.

Well, look here.

It's not too difficult.

You have to learn the patter,

of course,

but once you've got the hang

of it, it'S...

do you read much?

Not much, sir.

Well,

that's probably a good thing.

You see, butterfield,

what you have to do

is impress on the poor brutes

who sell books

that every one

of the books on your list,

say about 35,

is necessary in large numbers

to their business.

It's a good thing you've just

chucked your conscience,

because most of them

won't be.

That's why

i asked you

if you had

a persuasive tongue.

I see, sir.

Well, it's a gift.

You've either got it

or you or haven't,

and you'll soon find out.

I can't give you lessons

in persuasion.

However, if you'd like to come

for an hour tomorrow afternoon,

uh, no... say wednesday,

I'll put you wise

about our authors,

and I'll get you an interview

with mr. Winter.

I think

he'd be prepared

to give you

a month's trial.

Well, I'll try my best, sir.

Me wife knows about books.

She could help me a lot.

Right-o, butterfield.

Shall we say 2:30?

We'll have a session.

I don't know

how to thank you enough

for your kindness, sir.

Kindness?

Oh, that's bilge, isn't it?

If you can sell books,

you'll do the firm

a bit of good.

Of course, that'll do me

a bit of good too.

So long, butterfield.

Thank you very much, sir.

Oh, ting, is there anything

in the world worth doing? Hm?

You don't care, do you?

Just to exist,

that's enough for you.

Oh...

Now, ting, what is it?

Oh, ting, don't be silly.

There's nobody's there.

Dreadful to stand there.

Ting, it isn't my fault.

I didn't want him to love me.

Michael?

I took ting around

to aubrey's today.

That model was there.

You know,

the one you sent him.

Some face.

Where did you

find her, michael?

She blew in.

She's married

to that chap bicket

we sent the clothes to.

Oh. Oh, well,

she didn't mention them.

Did you know aubrey's going

to paint her in the nude?

No. No, I didn'T.

Shouldn't I stop that?

Well, that's her lookout,

and a great deal

more money.

Yes, but...

well, bicket's a decent

little snipe.

I don't want to be

more sorry for him.

Well, she won't tell him,

of course.

Fleur, there's something i want to ask you.

May I?

Yes.

I know you didn't love me

when you married me.

I don't think you love me now.

Do you want me to clear out?

No.

Do you mean that?

Yes.

Why?

Wedot.

One more thing.

Will you answer me

quite truthfully?

Yes.

Was wilfrid here this evening?

Yes. Well, no...

don't, fleur.

But I'm not, michael.

I saw him crossing the square.

He didn't stop.

Well, he did come

to the window.

I saw his face,

just his face.

That's all, michael.

Staring in.

Michael, don't be unkind to me.

Not tonight.

Unkind?

It's all right, fleur,

so long as you tell me

what it is you want.

Well, I...I don't know, michael.

But one thing's true, anyway.

I don't want wilfrid.

I never did.

Poor wilfrid.

It was horrible

to see him stae,

alone in the dark.

Don't you think...

well, now that he knows

it's all over,

perhaps

i should go and look for him?

I mean, he might do something.

Well, yes, michael,

I think perhaps you should.

Oh, by the way,

this is my second no-go,

michael.

I suppose it means...

fleur?

The night he balloon.

Do you mind?

Mind? Good god, mind?

Well, that's all right, then.

I don'T.

Light?

Thanks.

They told me at your rooms

i'd find you here.

I'm glad I caught you.

Where are you going, wilfrid?

Jericho, I should think.

I'm so damned sorry

about all this.

Cut it out.

Yes.

Yes, I know...

but...

Michael...

these wretched things...

publish them

if you like.

Well, thanks. That's great.

Goodbye.

So long.

Well?

I think it's

gorgeous, aubrey,

and terribly like her.

So far as one can tell.

Never mind that. How do you find

the color values?

No, it's jolly fine,

aubrey,

especially

the flesh tones.

It's such a relief

not to see legs painted

in streaky cubes.

The toes too.

They curl when you look at them.

The whole thing's a bit

rousseau/ledouanier-ish.

Well, you'll have to

change that.

The critics will drive

themselves into a fine frenzy.

Why do you say

that, michael?

Well, the thing's

got meaning.

That was the worst of her.

She led me on.

It's fatal to get an idea.

Weainly

got you out of your...

what did you

call it, aubrey?

Your anemic phase.

Oh, she has!

Where is she now?

Busy girl, miss manuelli.

I still use her, but

i've given her introductions.

A lot of my friends

give her work.

Well, I'm glad

she's making money,

but I don't know

what bicket would say.

Bicket?

Her husband.

Oh.

An angry young husband

called bicket

said, "turn yourself round

and I'll kick it

"you have painted my wife

in the nude to the life

do you think, mr. Greene,

it was cricket?"

Aubrey, really.

Where are you going to show it?

Dumetrius.

He gets it tomorrow

for the summer show.

Cocktail?

No, thanks, aubrey,

not for me.

The 11th baronet

doesn't approve

of strong waters.

Oh, of course.

How does it go, fleur?

Tedious,

but so far,

no trouble.

Well, only two months

to go now.

Then we shall celebrate.

Michael?

Thanks.

Poor bicket.

Suppose I came up on you

like that, darling.

Why should he mind?

We're all emancipated

these days.

Good lord, duckie.

You don't think bicket is?

42 million people

in this country.

I don't suppose 5000

are what you call emancipated.

Ask the man in the str

our lot think they're the

whole world, but I don't know.

Michael, I've

been thinking.

I'd like to change

the bedroom curtains to blue,

and the carpets.

Well, go ahead, but why?

They say that blue has

some effect on the mind.

You know, steadying,

good for the child.

What price

emancipation now?

Fetch over those chips

for me, tony,

and I'll pop them

in the oven.

Cripes!

Vic, look here.

What is it?

Look.

It's your spitting image.

Like me? No.

Not half. Like you all over,

that is.

Here, I'd like to see

that picture.

'T't dt.

T.

It's even got your smile.

Funny to think there's

people in the world

so much like each other.

Never thought there was

another like you.

Mind the paper.

I'll cut that out.

Yeah. Will you start

laying the table

and cutting the bread

and butter?

All right, love.

Well, sir, as you know, I've

been working the private list.

Calls in the evening

at home, and that.

Have you run into trouble?

No.

But the point is

that yesterday

i got to the e's,

working alphabetically...

mr. Elderson.

Well, you can forget

all about him.

No, sir.

I saw him last evening.

Good for you.

What happened?

Did he kick you out?

Far from it.

He said at once,

"put my name down

for two copies."

Well, you both had a nerve.

No.

Mr. Elderson

didn't like it a bit.

I don't understand you,

butterfield.

You mean to say elderson

pretended not to recognize you?

I thought it all out

before I went in, sir.

I began as though

i'd never met him before,

and that was

what struck me.

He took his cue from me.

But when you say

he didn't like it a bit,

I don't quite twig.

My being

in your firm's employ, sir.

He knows you're

sir lawrence's son,

and mr. Forsyte's son-in-law,

doesn't he?

Yes, he does.

Well, don't you see

the connection, sir?

Two directors believing me

and not him.

That's what struck me.

I fancied it would shake him up,

and it did.

He's got the wind up,

all right.

Well, thank you, butterfield.

Not at all, sir. Thank you.

Well, isn't this evidence?

I mean, if elderson

were innocent,

wouldn't he kick him out

and damn his impudence?

I should.

How has butterfield been doing?

Amazing. He got through

his month's trial

with flying colors, and there's

been no stopping him since.

He works like a beaver.

He's full of ideas.

No sign yet

of the bad hat?

No, far from it.

Oh, you realize, of course,

do you, that

the book that elderson bought

is by sir lawrence mont?

What?

My venerable father suddenly

burst into print.

It's called duet.

Oh, about music?

Not exactly.

It's a sort of argument

between the ghosts

of gladstone and d'israeli.

Good lord.

Yes, I know

it's not everybody's cup,

but butterfield seems to be

selling them.

Hm, F.

You're next on the list.

Here it is. One guinea.

Oh, I'm not a reader.

I'll give him

the commission, sir.

Why couldn't you

make it a pound?

Here's a shilling.

Thanks awfully, sir.

My father'll be

frightfully bucked.

He'll be frightfully

bucked, will he?

Yes.

Well, don't you do

any work around here?

Well, we try to turn

a doubtful penny.

You know, I had thought of

letting sleeping dogs lie,

but now I'm not so sure.

I'll go and see elderson.

Something may come up.

Give my love to fleur.

Will you see

miss manuelli?

Miss manu...?

Oh, yes, miss perren, I will.

I thought you migh

never mind the snappy ripostes,

miss perren.

Just wheel her in.

Very good, mr. Mont.

Thank you.

Hello, mrs. Bicket.
How's bicket?

Fairly, sir, thank you.

Still in balloons?

Well, come and sit down.

Tell me

what can I do for you.

Do you remember, sir,

giving me a note

for mr. Greene?

Yes, I do. Andthe resus. Bicket.

It's topping.

Yes, but it's got

into the papers.

Tony's seen it.

Oh. Oh, I see.

Of course, he doesn't know

what I've been doing,

but he did say,

"isn't it like you?"

What if he remembers the name

of the gallery and goes there?

The painting's

much more like me,

and he might

go on to mr. Greene.

So what I was wondering, sir,

is would you mind

begging mr. Greene

to say it was someone else

in case tony did go?

Not a bit.

But do you think bicket

would mind so very much,

considering

what it's done for you both?

I mean, it can be

quite a respectable profession.

Yes, I have been

quite respectable.

I only did it because

we do so both want to get away.

I couldn't bear seeing him

standing in the rain

selling balloons.

But I'm ever so scared now, sir.

My god, money's an evil thing.

The want of it is, I know.

How much money have you saved,

mrs. Bicket?

A lot. 54 pounds.

How much more do you need

for australia?

Only another 10.

I'll let you have that.

Oh, no, it's not that.

A few more days won't matter.

But how are you going to account

for having the money?

Say I won it...betting.

Well, it's a bit thin.

Look here, say you came to me,

and I advanced it.

If bicket repays it

from australia,

I can always put it

to your credit again

at a bank out there.

Well, look, mrs. Bicket,

I got you into the hole,

in a way,

and I'd like to get you

out of it again.

Oh, no, sir.

You did me a service.

I don't want to have to

put you out telling lies for me.

It won't worry me a bit,

mrs. Bicket.

I can lie to the umpteenth

when there's no harm in it.

The great thing is for you

is to get away sharp.

Are there many other pictures

of you?

Yes, lots.

Not that you'd recognize me,

I think.

They're square and funny.

Well, aubrey green

has got you to the life.

Yes, it's like me

all over, tony says.

Quite.

Well, I'll talk

to aubrey.

I'll be seeing him

at lunch.

'S the money.

That's settled, then

say you had a brainwave

and came to see me today.

And look, mrs. Bicket,

I quite understand.

You'd do a lot for him,

and he'd do a lot for you.

It's all right.

Don't cry.

I'd tell him tonight

if I were you.

Go on.

Goodbye, mrs. Bicket...

and good luck.

Poor little snipe.

I hope he doesn't think

i got value for my money. Ooh!

Those letters, mr. Mont,

to sir james foggart

and mr. Masters.

At once, miss perren.

What do you think

of my discovery?

It's an interesting face.

Mm. Unique, I'm afraid.

I shouldn't think

she'd mind that.

No?

Well, that depends, miss perren.

That depends.

Contemplating the future,mr. Forsyte?

No.

I'm very glad

you've come.

It gives me a chance

to say how grateful I am

for the interest

you've shown

in all the activities

of the society.

Oh, it's rare.

You know, a manager

has a lonely job.

Oh, yes,

I dare say.

I could wish

that all the directors

were as conscientious

as you.

You know,

the amount of help

i had from the board

before you came along

was negligible.

Cigar?

No, thank you.

I can tell you something

i couldn't tell

any of the others.

I'm not at all happy

about business,

mr. Forsyte.

England

is about to discover

the state that

she's really in.

No use crying out

before we're hurt.

The pound's still high.

We're good stayers.

In the soup,

I'm afraid...

and likely to stay there unless

something drastic is done.

Anything drastic,

as you very well know,

means lean years

before we reap any reward.

Speaking of lean years,

I came in to say

that I think

we ought to call a meeting

of the shareholders

over the dead loss

of this german business.

I've been expecting that

from you.

Have you, indeed?

By all means,

call a meeting,

but the board

won't like it,

nor will the shareholders.

Like it or not, I shall

propose it at the next board.

Why, I'm quite sure

you will.

You have

a very strong sense of duty.

I admire that.

I'm obliged.

Not at all.

Nothing like bringing things

into the open, is there?

By the way,

mont has written a book.

I've taken a copy.

I've taken two.

Poor, dear mont.

Gladstone and d'israeli

indeed.

Who cares?

And as for

the shareholders...

yes?

I have found

from a long experience

that they will accept

almost anything

provided nobody

rubs their noses in it.

Yes. Well, you may be right,

but that's what's wrong

with this country.

We won't

face up to things.

I think in the time to come,

mr. Forsyte,

you won't be able to say

that I don't

face up to things.

Goodbye.

I'm so grateful to you.

Picture galleries.

Picture...

ah, now, let's see.

That's a funny sort of a name.

Began with A...

was it a b?

Or was it a d?

Oh, here we are. Dumetrius.

That's it.

Hope street.

That's out west.

They'll charge you a sixpence,

I expect.

Hope I see you well, sir.

What?

Never forgot

your kindness.

Kindness?

What kindness?

Oh, yes. Those balloons.

They were

no good to me.

No, sir. I'm sure.

Here.

Don't expect it again.

Hey, thanks, guv'nor.

Thanks a lot.

Well, winifred,

what do you think?

Well, I'm not quite sure,

but, yes, I think

it's very good.

It's such a relief from

all those horrible cubes.

At least it's

recognizably female.

What did soames think?

Well, you know soames.

He's very cautious.

He never says

anything's any good

till he's got the receipt

for it in his pocket,

and not always then.

But he grunted

quite a bit,

and that's always

a good sign,

don't you know?

And he's gone

to see dumetrius.

Well, I think

it's absurd.

I mean... what woman

has a body like that?

Speak for yourself, hatty.

They do exist.

That's a real, breathing woman.

I wonder who the model is?

Nobody I know, dear,

but no better

than she should be,

I'll be bound,

lying like that.

I don't know.

Anyway, they call it sitting,

don't they?

I can't think why,

because they're always either

standing or falling about.

It's odd about nudes,

isn't it?

Artists are continually

painting them,

but one never seems

to see one anywhere.

Men buy them

and hide them away.

Well, I know one man

who'd have liked this one,

and that was my uncle swithin.

God rest

his lecherous old soul.

It's a rising name,

mr. Forsyte.

His prices are going up.

That's all very fine,

dumetrius,

but it's not

everybody's money these days.

Too highly finished.

Well, mr. Forsyte,

to you,

I take off 10 percent.

Take off 20,

and I might buy it.

Mr. Forsyte, really.

Um...15, sir?

You're doing me.

When does

the exhibition close?

Day after tomorrow.

Very well. Send it round

to my daughter.

Mrs. Mont, south square.

I'm sure

you won't regret it.

Shall we go

to my office?

Excuse

swine.

That's what they all are.

Rotten, filthy swine.

What...?

What the hell's

going on?

You've blown up

all my stock.

You can forget

about your stock now, tony.

No more standing about

in the rain.

No more begging for coppers.

We're off to australia.

We're what?

Well, I've got it,

the fare.

64 pounds.

For the two of us.

We can go.

64 pounds?

Where did you get it, eh?

I had a brainwave.

I went to see that mr. Mont

who gave us all those clothes.

He's lent it to us.

We can pay him back

later on.

Oh, tony, isn't it...

Did you really

see mr. Mont?

Of course I did.

I saw

that miss perren first,

and then I went

into his office.

Well, it wasn't

as posh as I expected,

but all those books around...

of course I went.

Yeah, you went, all right.

What else did you do, eh?

I don't know

what you mean.

Well, I've been

somewhere too.

I've seen that picture

in the gallery.

I'll see mr. Mont.

I'll get the truth

out of him.

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