All language subtitles for Forstte Saga(2002,ITV)_01-03

Evening, sir.

How is she?

She's still hot, but she's sleeping.

That's something.

l believe there's no danger, sir.

l'm sorry.

How is she?

Much the same.
l still don't think the doctor, though, do you?

No, though we should not go out,
all the same.

- What, neither of you?
- No.

l'll, erm...

l'll write them a line.

That's a poor do.
They may be that side, but they're still family.

You can carry the flag, Dad.

Through the valley of death.

Well, l hope you know
what you're doing, playing Cupid.

lntroducing our Winifred to that Dartie fellow.

- ls he a good sort?
- Yes, he is, Uncle.

At least, all the ladies think so.

CABB Y: Thanking you, guv'nor.

Courage, mon brave.

- They'll adore you.
- Dartie.

- Soames.
- Not now. Come on, Monty.

ANN: Of all people, it's Soames
who should carry on the family name.

Cart before the horse.
What are your thoughts about a wife, Soames?

None as yet,

but l assure you, Cousin George,
you'll be the first to hear.

That one will chime in.

Sorry, Aunt Ann.

Find yourself a wife, Soames, dear.

Young Jolyon sent a very kind apology, Juley.

l so hope it's not serious.

Oh, serious?

Their little girl is ill.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Slight fever. Nothing to worry about.

JULEY: You must be worried, Jolyon.
Children all over dying of diphtheria.

OLD JOLYON:
A slight fever. Children get fevers.

l don't know why that means they couldn't come.
Governess is there.

People worry too much.

Very attractive, their governess.

WOMAN: June dotes on her.

SECOND WOMAN: ls she French?

l think you can go out now after all.

lt's rather late now.

My cousin's engagement party.
lt's awkward to turn up at this hour.

l'm sorry, sir.

Oh, l don't really mind.

And Mrs Forsyte? She will be upset?

l don't think your mistress
particularly minds, either.

Are you happy, Helene?

We do so want you to be happy.

Yes.

Which of course l am.

June's improving.

Will you go up to her?

Not just yet.

Why?

l don't wish to see Miss Hilmer at present.

Why not?

Because, quite frankly, she irritates me.

Whenever l see her she appears
on the brink of a spiritual collapse.

- She wasn't born for a servant's life.
- She's not a servant.

Oh, come, Frances. What else is a governess...

when all is said.

The Reverend Scoles said
in his sermon last Sunday,

''What shall it profit a man if he gain
his own soul and lose all his property?''

Which is fine if you're Scoles,
as he has no property.

(Laughter)

Ladies and er...gentlemen.

Look out. A speech.

On this auspicious occasion, l would like to...

Well, the point is, Winifred,

God bless her, but she's the finest
filly l've ever clapped eyes on.

No, l won't spare her blushes.

She is, ladies and gentlemen.

More than that, she has breeding and pedigree.

MAN: Hear, hear!

What's he brought in settlement?

Oh, Jolyon!

Further, my future father-in-law,
thank you, sir, for welcoming me into your family.

lt's your daughter.

My dear parents would have rejoiced, sir,
to join the name of Forsyte to that of Dartie.

Proud as you like, sir.

And so, ladies and gentlemen,
may l propose a toast

to Miss Winifred Forsyte?

ALL: Winifred. Winifred.

JOLYON: Where are the Darties?
EMlLY: Unfortunately dead.

- Morning, Mr Soames.
- Morning.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning, Mr Soames.

- Morning, sir.
- Morning.

Morning, sir.

- Morning, Mr Soames, sir.
- Mr James in, Gradman?

Yes, in your office, and with a slight dyspepsia,
l would say, sir.

- Morning, Father.
- Morning.

l'm not sure about that mutton.
Emily will get Welsh.

Now then, this Dartie, what do you think?

Good-looking fellow. Knows his mind.

- He's plausible enough.
- Spirited, talks well.

He's bringing nothing.

Well, it's not his fault his parents died, l suppose.

Winifred's fond.

What are you settling on her?

l was thinking ten thousand,
to be increased with children.

More?

Less.

Outright?

And you think not outright?

For life, then?

Not for life, even?

You're worried about him.

You...question his nature.

(Women laugh and chat)

VENDOR: Freshly-cut flowers.

When one looks around the park, Freddie,
one can't help thinking about your family.

All your uncles and aunts dotted around.

Feels as if, between them,
they own half of London.

l think they almost do.

Dashed bad luck in our family.

All l need's a bit of cash to start me off,
and you'll see, Freddie.

Your family will own one half of London,
and l'll own the other.

ls that what'll happen, Monty?

Once your papa coughs up.

The way l see it, it's not so much
what James's money brings me,

as what l'll bring to James's money.

Daddy's not settling on me, Monty.

What?

No.

We're to find a house, which he'll rent for us,
and l'll get an allowance.

But as for basic settlement, it's no go, l'm afraid.

l don't understand.

l'm afraid that's the case.

But...

Well, l mean to say!

Don't be upset.

What is it? Doesn't trust me? What's the game?

- But we will have a house.
- Which he'll rent, so it's not ours.

Yes.

How's a fellow to make his way in the world?

l know.

lt's a bit thick, old girl.

Are you very furious?

lt's not what a fellow expects.

JOLYON: The trick is to just draw what you see.

No.

l can't do it.

Anybody can do it.
Children are the best artists.

They just draw straight from the soul.

lt's easy.

l'd be flattered if you drew me.

l'd be flattered.

June, are you coming?

Hello, Dad.

l thought you were out.

No.

l wasn't.

We'll pick up on this later.

That woman should go.

l've done nothing,
and if somebody has accused me,

that somebody is the most despicable liar.

Who is it?

- Nobody has accused you.
- ls there something to accuse you of?

l swear there is not.

A governess.

lf you mean that l show the young lady
respect and consideration,

then, yes, l stand accused of that.

- She should go.
- She has nowhere to go. Why should she go?

Can you say your behaviour towards her
has been beyond reproach?

- Yes.
- Good.

That's why she should go,
before there is something to question.

Will you tell her to leave?

Frances, what reason can l give?

FRANCES: Your reason is that l'm asking you.

She does not need a reason.

Erm...

l-l-l've been asked to let you go.

l'm not surprised.

l wasn't born for this kind of life.

l know l can be resentful sometimes,

but l never expected to find myself
in this situation.

The quality of your work is not in question.

l see.

l hope Mrs Forsyte
will provide me with a character.

You don't understand.

There's been an implication that my conduct
towards you has been improper.

l've denied any impropriety,
which, as you know, has been the case.

But in my mind l'm guilty
of the grossest misconduct.

l believe...

..that misconduct can only happen
where there's no love.

That is my belief.

Whatever was between you, Jolyon,
l am prepared to ignore.

We will not talk about it,
and we will go on as if nothing had happened.

Until this evening...nothing had happened.

What?

Be careful. Please be careful.

Frances, l am truly sorry.

l am leaving you.

We married in haste.

l am not prepared to discuss this
in front of a servant.

- There is no servant here.
- You don't know what you're saying.

Frances, is there love between us?

ls there passion?

We have a daughter.

June will do well. You are an excellent mother.

Do you intend to leave her, too?

How could l take her from you?

Why are you doing this to me?
Why have you brought her in here?

l would give anything not to be cruel.

l feel more for Helene
than l have ever felt for you.

That is such a disgusting thing to say.

But you feel nothing for me.

And we can at least have honesty and respect.

The master and the governess.

- l love him.
- You love him?

Yet you say there's been nothing between you?

Yes.

l cannot believe it.

Until tonight...there's been nothing between us,

- except...
- Except?

The recognition.

What do you mean?

We recognised...

There is a bond existing between us.

ls it really so easy?

What do you mean?

ls that all it takes?

A recognition?

We must be honest.

You never wanted me.

Of course l wanted you!

But how can one show it
when one is certain to be rejected?

Don't touch me!

l need you to leave me, Jolyon.

l will stay at my club.

Frances, l am so sorry.

No. lt was not your fault.

There was no recognition.

Hello, Dad.

l'll say this the once.

You knew Frances for four months
before you married her,

and that was on the rebound from Chloe.

You've known this woman for... for how long?
Six months? Yeah?

And you throw out everything for her -
your wife, your child, your home.

And in a couple of years, you'll see another
pretty petticoat and you'll be doing it again.

You're susceptible, Jo.
You need to know that and to fight it.

lt's not like that.

lf you have these sort of leanings,
there are ways you can deal with them.

You know what l'm talking about.

You married for life...

to a very good person.

And you're breaking her heart.

l know.

And little June?

What do you know about this woman?

Huh?

- l know what l feel for her.
- Oh, silly!

Silly, silly fellow!

And if you force me to choose,
you'll be on your own.

l won't run with the hare
and hunt with the hounds.

l'm reducing your allowance
to three hundred a year.

No.

You'll get what you're given.

l want nothing. You must give it to Frances.

How will you live?

- l'll work for a living.
- Pah!

Probably do me good.

- You'll go to the damn dogs!
- l hope not.

Don't do this, my boy.

The whole world will know.

She's your governess. Think of the scandal.

l'm sorry, Dad.

That's it, then.

My house is barred to you, boy.

Simple as that. l can't see you.

l've lost you, sir.

PARFlTT: Goodbye, Miss Hilmer.
MlSS HlLMER: Goodbye.

Why is Miss Hilmer still here, Parfitt?

The carriage is to take her to her lodgings, sir.

You can get her a cab.

And take those things out of the hall.

There's a servants' entrance
or had you forgotten?

Very good, sir.

Goodbye, sir.

�� BEETHOVEN: Violin Sonata No.5

That girl with the dark hair
and the alabaster skin.

What's her name?

LlVERSEDGE: lrene Heron.

Her father died this year.

No money.

Will you introduce me to her?

- lf you wish.
- Sh!

(Chattering)

Miss Heron, how nice to see you again.

Mr Liversedge.

LlVERSEDGE:
May l introduce Mr Soames Forsyte?

Miss lrene Heron.

Miss Heron.

- Delighted to meet you.
- Mr Forsyte.

Mr Forsyte is from London.

Excuse me. Liversedge, old chap.

- Can we have a word?
- After you.

You're the very man l wanted to see.
l have a proposition to make to you.

- May l?
- Yes.

l'm told you've recently lost your father.

Allow me to offer my most sincere condolences.

Thank you.

l've attended one or two of these gatherings.

Here in Bournemouth they're at the edge
of what's respectable for those in mourning.

l'm sure no-one would take offence.

Some would.

Some do.

Well, mourning is a delicate matter.

WOMAN: lntroduce me, lrene.

Mr Forsyte, my late father's wife Mrs Heron.

l'm pleased to make your acquaintance,
Mr Forsyte.

- The pleasure is all mine, Mrs Heron.
(Violin strikes up)

Better get back.

lt's been enchanting, Miss Heron.

Mrs Heron.

He seems...charming.

�� BEETHOVEN: Sonata No.9

Excuse me. Excuse me.

They walk most mornings on the pier.

MAN: Cor, l'm going to lose my hat
if the wind keeps on blowing like this.

- lt's not that cold.
- Yes, it is.

Mrs Heron,
would you object to my walking with you?

MRS HERON: lt would be most agreeable.

Are you from our part of the world, Mr Forsyte?

- From London, Park Lane.
- ln business?

l'm a solicitor, in partnership with my father.

This is my first visit to Bournemouth.

We hope not your last.

l could very well recur.

Good.

lrene?

l shall walk alone today.

Very well.

l'm sure you'll miss me violently.

Mr Forsyte, you have recurred.

Mrs Heron. l trust you are quite well.

Thank you, yes.

Your stepdaughter?

A slight indisposition.

Oh, dear.

But well enough to play the piano,
rather beautifully, l must admit.

- l should very much like to hear her.
- We must arrange it.

Did l express my condolences
on your sad bereavement, Mrs Heron?

l'm sure l understood you to have.

lt was rather a shock,
Professor Heron passing so suddenly

and leaving us so little provided for.

l have barely fifty pounds a year for lrene,
for example.

For a young woman, l'm sure you will
appreciate, Mr Forsyte, it's rather...

More expensive.

Yes. lt must be a concern for you.

Mr Forsyte.

Yes, Mrs Heron?

There is no Mrs Forsyte, l take it.

No, Mrs Heron.

There is to be an exhibition of paintings
tomorrow at the Pavilion.

lrene and l will be attending
at ten o'clock in the morning.

Are you fond of art, Mr Forsyte?

Mm, in its place.

And what is its place?

Well, in museums, of course.

And it can look well in one's drawing room,
tastefully hung.

l think its place is everywhere.

SOAMES:
Do you admire this painting, Miss Heron?

l do.

You don't find it rather modern?

lt has vigour and honesty.

But is it accomplished...as a work of art?

lf you mean, is it strictly representational,
then clearly not.

But look at the life in the trees
and the vibrant colour.

There is such a strong sense of the artist in it,
don't you think?

l believe that whoever painted it
has a passionate feel for beauty.

Yes, yes, and for life.

Would it look well in one's hallway, for example?

(Laughs)

l suspect that the majority of hallways
would entirely disgrace it.

SOAMES: l shall leave my card at the door.

MRS HERON: A man of good character
and considerable substance.

lRENE: You know nothing about him.

MRS HERON: l know a great deal about him.
l've made enquiries.

(Whispers) Clearly we're not suited.

lt's been a pleasure.

Mrs Heron.

Miss Heron. Alas, London calls.

We are so sorry.

But l shall be returning
to Bournemouth next week.

MRS HERON: Perhaps you will do us
the honour of calling?

Miss Heron?

Mr Forsyte.

Oh, by the way...

that landscape you admired...

l've bought it.

For your hallway, Mr Forsyte?

Well, until next week.

MRS HERON:
Your father left us fifty pounds a year.

Do you know how much
these mourning clothes cost?

And that's before we even start
to think about living.

What people do at times like this
is remove to a larger house.

- Do we need a larger house?
- l would like to own somewhere.

l'm happy to rent.

For you and the children, Helene.

lf something happened to me,
you'd all be provided for.

We can't afford to buy.

Don't worry, Jo.
As long as you don't let anything happen to you.

Those implacable Forsytes!

My father has never even seen his grandson.

He'll probably never see this one.

(Wolf whistle)

Yes, we do need to move.

lt's quite clear, you see.

Your grandfather's will states
that the interest shall be paid to you quarterly,

but that the capital must remain intact.

lt also states the capital can be touched
in an appropriate circumstance.

This is such a circumstance.

l'm about to have a second child
and we need a larger home.

Well, this you say.

Well, forgive me, l can think of no more
appropriate circumstance

than the need for a house.

For that woman.

For Helene, and our children.

Quite, and this is where there is a problem

because the will is clear that
such a circumstance would be decided

at the discretion of the trustees,

the trustees being Mr Septimus Small,
deceased, and my father.

Discretion, as you'll appreciate,
involves rather more than expedience.

lt involves conscience.

And uniquely in this case,
the good name of our family.

Do l take it there is a moral
dimension to this discussion?

You'll be paid quarterly instalments
as we discussed.

You need have no fear on that matter.

Good day to you, Forsyte.

And to you, Forsyte.

Are you still doing your sketching?

l used to like one or two of your things.

Good afternoon, sir.

�� CHOPlN: Berceuse in D Flat

l congratulate you, Miss Heron.

Thank you.

SOAMES:
That really was accomplished and delightful.

l don't know what the girl's done with the tea.

Do excuse me, Mr Forsyte.

Miss Heron, l have substantial income

and am currently looking for a commodious
house in the region of Hyde Park.

My family are of the very best.
We are all professional people.

My expectations in respect of
my father's property are very high.

l am in good health.

l have the honour of asking you
for your hand in marriage.

l'm so sorry.

l'm afraid l cannot accept.

l'm aware this has come suddenly.

Yes.

But, you see, l've made up my mind.

You have qualities that...

Please, Miss Heron, l will wait any time.

You are charming beyond words.

Your stepmother did encourage my proposal.

Yes, l can believe that.

l suggested she might bring you to London.

My parents would be delighted
to entertain you for a day or two.

Has my stepmother agreed?

SOAMES: With your approval, of course.

lRENE: Of course.

FOOTMAN: Good morning, madam.

SOAMES: Mrs Heron, welcome.
l trust you had a good journey.

MRS HERON: Chill today, Mr Forsyte,
in spite of the season.

Miss Heron.

Welcome to London.

FOOTMAN:
Quick as you can, Albert. Thank you.

Pretty girl.

- My father, James Forsyte.
- lf the journey's tired you, do rest.

Hello, my dear! We are all so pleased.

- My mother, Emily Forsyte.
- Oh, you are quite lovely.

My sister Winifred Dartie.

You're here for two days. We'll have such fun.

- Her husband Mr Montague Dartie.
- You're a picture, no mistake.

We live in Green Street, round the corner.
Call in, do.

Would you like some champagne?

Soames has such an eye.

You sly old dog, Soames. Beautiful girl.

WlNlFRED: l do like whiskers on a man.

Soames is far too smooth.

Don't you think?
lRENE: l'm not sure l have a preference.

- Go and talk to her.
- Yes, Soames.

Yes, Aunt.

Mind, there's whiskers and whiskers.

You'll appreciate the benefit.

- l will?
- Mm, they tickle.

l'm not sure l should like them to tickle.

But, my dear, you see, it's where they tickle.

- Are you eating enough?
- Thank you, Aunt, and working hard.

Well, June, and what do you think of her?

She's heavenly.

So lovely. Jolyon? Don't you think?

Too lovely for Soames.

We're told that she has no money.
That need not be an obstacle.

My impression is that Mr Forsyte
has no sense of an obstacle, quite the reverse.

l wish you'd look at these oil shares.

She's a fetching little thing.

- l'm thinking Cape Copper.
- l'm not interested in shares.

What's his secret? Opium? Laudanum?

What are you talking about, George?

She's very beautiful.

He's a dark horse.

WlNlFRED:
Oh, my word, this one is shooting up.

lrene, this is Uncle Jolyon's granddaughter
June.

How do you do?

l've painted the heels on my shoes.
Do you like them?

Yes, very much.

- Did you put the bows on, too?
- Yes, they're my dancing shoes.

Oh, l love to dance.

- Do you?
- Yes, l adore it.

l have two more months
before it's thought seemly.

Yes, and then suddenly your time is up,

and what yesterday seemed callous
has become respectable.

lt is such hypocrisy.

We must dance.

We must dance now.
Soames, ask George to play a waltz.

- A waltz? What are you thinking of?
- Dancing, of course. What else?

Miss Heron here is in mourning.
lt is absolutely not the done thing.

WlNlFRED: Soames, you're such a stick.
Monty, you ask him.

Some things, old boy, are best left to the ladies.

When to dance is one.
George, l demand a waltz.

�� CHOPlN: Wo Die Zitronen Bluhn

- Soames, ask Miss Heron to dance.
- Winifred, this is impossible.

Oh, then l will.

Miss Heron, would you do me the honour?

ANN: A shade venturesome.

lt may, l think, answer
why Soames has not proposed to her.

Such recklessness means
he must question her character.

l'm so terribly sorry. lt's not like lrene at all.

Winifred.

- l do believe we're disapproved of.
- l believe so, too.

lmagine the outrage if they knew
l was in an interesting condition!

l say, Forsyte, we can't have this.

Miss Heron, would you care to dance?

Of course.

- Oh, look.
- Well, really!

Quite frightful display.

- Freddie, old thing...
- Monty?

- You are a sport.
(Laughs)

(Music stops)

Now then, Soames, wasn't it worth it?

Yes, it was wonderful. More than l can say.

Well, that seems to have ruffled a few feathers.

- How about a polka?
- (Laughs)

George!

Excuse me.

My blood's up now. We want something with a
bit of life in it, something to set the pulse racing.

You do understand,
l do not intend to marry him.

A man of his resources can give you everything.

l do not wish to be bought.

Foolish and selfish.

You'd rather squander every penny we have.

l would rather wait and find someone l love.

We cannot afford for you to wait.

- Ah, Mrs Pearce, good morning.
- Good morning, Doctor.

Mrs Dartie needs plenty of rest.
See she gets it, will you?

Certainly, Doctor. l shall return this evening.

Drive on.

ANN: She has a touch of Hester about the eyes.

And the forehead, of course,
is James, your grandfather.

And, oh, look.

She has Juley's nose.

And the chin is decidedly Jolyon's.

And what is there of Monty?

Were you expecting something?

A true Forsyte.

Congratulations.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Aunt Ann.

Take care.

ANN: Well done.

Bye.

All right, old thing?

lmogen.

What?

WlNlFRED: Don't you think?

lt's rather a sweet name.

MONTY: lmogen.

lmmie.

(Laughs) lmmie.

Yes, l like it.

l found myself in Hatton Garden.

Got you this.

Monty!

Oh, Monty!

They're beautiful.

However can we afford them?

Ways and means, old girl. Ways and means.

They're beautiful.

They're beautiful. Hey?

�� ZDOBNlTZKY: Rummel Polka

- Miss Heron, good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

l'm sorry l'm a little late. May l sit?

Yes.

lt's most pleasant to see you out of mourning.

Yes.

Mr Forsyte, may l present Mr Beech?

Hello, sir.

- Soames Forsyte.
- How do you like Bournemouth?

Decorous but dull.

But money to be made.

Mr Beech is involved
in a property development.

- Oh, you too?
- Who isn't?

- What's yours?
- Towards Southbourne. Nine houses.

BEECH:
Mine's a sanatorium. A town for invalids.

They're built for health, not gaiety.
lsn't that so, Miss Heron?

Oh, certainly not for gaiety.

So, we must make the most of this afternoon.

�� STRAUSS: Liebeslieder Walzer

Should we?

l'd rather not. Thank you.

Miss Heron,
it's been some time since we first met.

- l don't wish to seem importunate...
- Please. Please don't ask again.

Forgive me. l...lost my head.

Yes.

Your friend Forsyte, is he encouraged?

No, he is not.

Remarkably beautiful woman. Why is she glum?

Oh, she will pick and choose.

ln anyone's book, Mr Forsyte is acceptable.

And he's very wealthy.

Well, it's the spark. lt's the spark you need.
Don't you think, Mrs Heron?

The spark is very fine,
but three thousand a year is better.

You're a cynic, madam. Shame on you.

She needs to meet the right fellow.

Has he proposed?

- He has.
- Rejected?

For now.

- l have the three thousand a year.
- l'm encouraged to hear it.

- What do you about the spark?
- l'm confident about the spark.

She's so beautiful, l'm captivated, Mrs Heron.

Will you excuse me?

lrene.

We're leaving.

Mr Forsyte, l do apologise.

l'm feeling a little unwell.

ls there anything l...

No, thank you. lrene will look after me.

lt's the heat. l must go home.

May l escort you?

No, thank you.

lt's been a most memorable afternoon.

Mrs Heron.

Good afternoon, Mrs Heron. Miss Heron.

Good afternoon, Mr Forsyte.

Goodbye.

No luck with the young beauty, l hear?

Mind my words,
you'd do better with the stepmother.

- What happened to Mr Beech?
- Why are you interested in Mr Beech?

l'm not remotely interested in Mr Beech.

We should have taken a cab. This is madness.

No, this is poverty.
lt's what you've brought us to.

- We are not this poor.
- l will not support you for another year.

lf you won't marry,
then you must take employment.

- What employment can l take? l have no...

Then you should marry. lt's an exceptional offer.

- But l could never love him.
- You do not know that.

WOMAN: Bring them up to my room.

PORTER: Yes, madam.

- Mr Forsyte.
- Miss Heron.

- Are you returning to London?
- l'm finished here in Bournemouth.

There is something
l was hoping to discuss with you.

What, here?

No.

What can l do for you, Miss Heron?

lf l were to marry you, Mr Forsyte,
would you promise me one thing?

lf our marriage is not a success, then l shall
be as free as if l had never married you.

lf we were to marry, then it would be a success.

You would not hold me in a marriage
that was not happy.

Miss Heron...

..lrene, l promise l would make you happy.

You must promise l would be free.

Then l do.

You swear it?

l do solemnly swear it.

Should you ask me to marry you again,
Mr Forsyte...

..l would find myself able to accept.

Miss Heron...

Miss Heron, would you do me
the great honour of becoming mine?

l will marry you, Mr Forsyte.

Then you make me the happiest man on earth.

Jole?

Here.

She was your wife and they didn't even tell you.

JOLYON: This is true exile.

lt's cruel, and so typical.

No, they stick with their own, Helene.

Outsiders are...

..well, outside.

What will happen to June?

She'll be fine.

She'll now be the whole focus of Dad's life.

l'm so sorry.

l feel such a sense of guilt.

Oh, don't.

You...understand what this means?

We can be married now.

Will you marry me?

Of course l will.

Yes.

Jolly, l have some news.

Come here a minute.

�� CHOPlN: Nocturne in E Flat

Carry on.

That's the first time
l've heard you play in months.

Chopin.

You used to play this for me in Bournemouth.
Do you remember?

Happy birthday, Mama.

She was so young.

You Forsytes go on forever.

We Forsytes have strong blood, June.

Your mama didn't. No fault of hers.

Gran?

My dear?

l've something to say.

l rather thought you had.

There is a certain person.

Ah.

What do you mean, ''ah''?

l don't know what l mean.

Well, anyway, there is.

And this person is a man?

An architect.

How old is he?

26.

- And you're 1 7.
- What does that matter?

Not a hoot.

Except l remember certain persons
when l was 1 7,

and they didn't matter either.

He matters, a very great deal.

Exactly what l should have said at 1 7.

l love him.

That's as maybe, and l suppose he's penniless?

He earned a hundred pounds last year.

- Just what l said. He's penniless.
- Besides, he doesn't need money.

He's so splendid, Gran.

He's often lived on cocoa for a week.

No granddaughter of mine will marry
a man who will feed her on cocoa.

- l will.
- You will not.

- l will.
- No.

- Yes!
- No!

Gran.

Phil will have money.

He's a brilliant architect.

l will say yes to an engagement.

But you are not marrying
until he's on four hundred a year.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you!

Good morning, Smither.

Oh, good morning, Miss Ann.

And how are we today?

Well enough.

l shall get up this afternoon, Smither.

Now, the doctor said you must stay in bed.

Nonsense.

There is to be a reception
for Miss June's young man at Mr Jolyon's house.

- You're not strong enough.
- And l shall attend.

- You're not strong enough, Miss Ann.
- l shall attend.

Very well, Miss Ann.

But, Smither...

l shall need your arm.

That's the way. Up.

Up!

lt's perfectly splendid. You're so clever, Phil.

Oh, it's the most marvellous kite.

Robust, aesthetic, a triumph of design.

Come, June. When it climbs higher,
you must have a turn.

Oh, what a shame!

Well, so much for robust.

Oh, you poor thing, Phil.

Hours of preparation
for just one moment's delight.

A metaphor for love.

Nonsense!

SOAMES: That must be the architect.

What on earth's he wearing?

- lt's a hat.
- Yes, l can see it's a hat.

You're here. How splendid!

Oh, l so wanted you to meet Phil.

Philip Bosinney, lrene Forsythe.

Very pleased to make your acquaintance,
Mr Bosinney.

- Pleasure to meet you.
- lrene is my greatest chum.

Please be good friends, you two.

PHlL: Oh, l'm sure we will.

She's beautiful, isn't she, Phil? Didn't l tell you?

Yes, yes, she is.

Architecture. lt's an admirable profession.

l don't heal the sick or clothe the naked.

No, but beauty and proportion -
these are vital concerns.

So, you'd let a man with no money
into the family?

No, l wouldn't. Till he's got some.

Not like you let in Dartie.

Or Soames's wife.

Uncle James, allow me to introduce my fiance.

Mr Phillip Bosinney, Mr James Forsyte.

- How do you do, sir?
- Very well.

Phil's the most marvellous architect,
Uncle James.

You should build.
He'd draw you wonderful plans.

Good gracious, building?
What am l supposed to build?

What are you doing? The poor old chap.

- We need four hundred a year.
- But we can't expect it today.

Yes, but what fun to frighten the uncles.

Bumpy-looking beggar,
but it can't come to anything.

- Hasn't a bean, l'm told.
- l'll wager he wants it to.

With young Jolyon off the stage,
June's looking at a cool hundred thou.

- So enter the buccaneer.
- Buccaneer!

- George, really!
- Well, l would. Wouldn't you?

No, thank you.

l probably would.

No probably about it. You did.

(Laughs)

George, that is unspeakable.

- l'm sorry, old girl.
- lt's unspeakable, yes.

Unspeakable.

Mind you, that's amusing - buccaneer! l like that.

Ann, what are you doing out of bed?

- Oh, you must sit there.
- You're not strong enough.

Fetch her another blanket.

- You're not supposed to come.
- Oh, don't fuss about that.

- Oh, dear, dear, dear.
- Keep warm, Ann.

Can you hear me?

Of course l can hear you. You're shouting.

Well done, Ann. Life in you yet, eh? Ha ha!

- This is Mr Bosinney, Aunt Ann.
- How do you do, Miss Forsyte?

Here, wrap this round you. lt'll be a comfort.

You must keep warm.
You're a good-looking young fellow.

But l doubt whether you're the right lover
for dear June.

- Where is Soames?
- Aunt Ann!

SOAMES: l'm here, Aunt Ann.

Well, if she feels l'm not right for you,
we shall have to call it off.

JUNE: We are not calling it off.

Dear Soames.

Well, what do you think of him?

June, l couldn't possibly say in his hearing.

- Well?
- He's quite splendid.

You seemed very thick with June today,
laughing and so forth.

You never laugh or smile with me like that.

On Tuesday she's going to the Royal Academy
with Mr Bosinney and invited me.

l think not.

Are you saying you won't allow it?

lf they need a chaperone,
they can call the aunts.

- They don't need to bother you.
- But l should like to go.

Then l'll take you.

- l should like to go with June.
- l said, you're not going.

- Are you really going to forbid me?
- Most certainly.

Wives shouldn't mix with young girls like that.
She's a senseless thing.

l thought l might sleep in the Burlington room.

SOAMES: What, tonight?

Not just tonight.

What on earth are you saying?

l don't know, really...

..except l don't sleep well as a general rule.

You're wanting separate rooms?

What about the servants? They'd know.

l don't know how you can think of such a thing.

But if l am able to sleep, then is it really
so important that the servants might know?

Would know. How does it make me look?
You know how servants gossip.

Because this isn't about sleeping, is it?

l sometimes wonder
what your idea of a wife's duty is.

l have decided to sleep in a separate room.

Does he...do anything?

You mean, such as beat me or drink?

No, no. Nothing like that.

Does he see other women?

Not that l'm aware.

Then it's worse.

Because if he did,

there'd be hope for change,
but if you simply dislike him...

l think one should face the evil.

What does that mean?

Separation.

l have no money.

l have no means of obtaining any, and...

..what would l do?

You won't say anything, will you, June?

Of course l won't.

lrene.

(Church bells toll)

- Morning, Juley.
- Morning, Emily.

No, you can't. Sit here.

Oh, sorry.

JULEY: Where's James?
EMlLY: Walking to improve his liver.

JULEY: Hester has a headache.

EMlLY: A Sunday headache?

And Ann?

Frail, Emily. Very very frail.

We are concerned.

EMlLY: lrene looks pale.

- She's not...?
- No.

JULEY: Aren't they going to...?

Juley...l do not possess that knowledge.

Ann is so keen that Soames should have a son.

- He should do, no two ways about it.
- James! Sshh!

Though l suppose with separate rooms,
there isn't much...

Julia!

JAMES: Separate rooms? lt's too bad.

JUNE: They don't even share
the same bedroom any more.

You mustn't say a word.
You must not say a word.

Of course l won't.

You haven't.

Aunt Hester doesn't gossip.

l won't say a word.

l'll never say a word.

�� Life is a dance we must learn

�� lnto the night we will turn

�� Time holds the secrets of our song

�� Moments are given then gone

�� Come have this dance with me, darling

�� l'll hold you tight till the dawn

�� Let the night see how l love you

�� So the moon can tell the sun

�� So the moon can tell the sun

(Clock ticks)

MAN: ''Man that is born of a woman
hath but a short time to live.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow,
and never continueth in one stay.

ln the midst of life we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succour,
but of thee, O Lord?

Before our sins art justly displeased.

Yet, O Lord God most holy,

O Lord most mighty,

O holy and most merciful saviour,

deliver us not into
the bitter pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts.

Shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer,
but spare us, Lord most holy.

Oh, God, most mighty,

Oh, holy and merciful saviour,

thou most worthy judge eternal.

Suffer us not at our last hour
for any pains of death.

(Clock chimes)

(Laughs)

Oh, l'm so sorry.

l say, you couldn't erm...spare a spot of finance,
old boy?

- How much?
- Oh, a monkey.

(Laughs) lt's not possible, Dartie.

1 00? No?

A pony?

- A tenner?
- Not with your luck, Monty.

SOAMES: Bosinney!

lf you've nothing better to do on Sunday,
why don't you come to Robin Hill with me?

l want your opinion on a building site.

Are you going to build?

Perhaps, but don't speak of it.
l just want your opinion.

lt's my wife, you see.

London doesn't agree with her.

l think a place in the country
might be just what she needs.

Don't tell my wife, will you?

l want it to be a surprise.

l know somebody who's had
a place built with a tower.

That's what l want, something like that.

Why a tower?

Because it makes it unique.

lt's not like Ann...

..dying.

Well, if Ann can go,

what's to stop any of us?

So glad you were able to join us, cousin.

- This a new line for you, Soames.
- What?

An undertaking. Do you find it pays?

- We'll miss her dreadfully.
- Oh, Juley.

That waistcoat - bad fashion or bad manners?

- Hello, Soames.
- l'm so glad you were able to be here.

Phil, it's good to see you.

And you, my angel. You look lovely.

Dashing.

ls lrene quite well?

Why?

She's pale, Soames.

Tired-looking.

l wondered if she's becoming melancholic.

Who's next? Me, l shouldn't wonder.

l don't know what she is, or what she wants.

The only time she ever smiles
is when she's with June.

Flibbertigibbet.

He's here, at last.

Well, say hello, you two.

Nice to see you again, Mr Bosinney.

And you too, Mrs Forsyte.

And his waistcoat?

The Forsytes all think he's a wild subversive,

but the fact is, he can't afford a black one,
poor dear.

(Laughs)

l apologise.
lntrusion into grief, not part of the family.

No, not until he's on ��400 a year, then l'm his.

lsn't it romantic?

Like a sack of turnips, sold as seen.

JULEY: lsn't Soames wonderful?

lf we needed invitations sending, it was Soames.

The cemetery arrangements, Soames again.

We relied on him for everything.

Uncle Jolyon?

l'm so sorry about Aunt Ann.

lt's a milestone.

Thank you, my dear.

l'm so glad you were able to join us,
Uncle Jolyon.

Why the devil wouldn't l?

She's my sister.

Your boy won't know Ann's dead,
l suppose, hm?

Young Jolyon.

No.

They tell me he married that woman.

When Frances died?

Yes. Bad form.

Why was it?

(Clears throat) Governess, and so forth.

lt's a long time ago.

You did the right thing, cutting him off.

Who says l did?

People.

Well, damn the people!

Really.

People can mind their own damn business!

Thank you for coming, Winifred. Well done.

Oh, don't, Soames.
Anyone would think it was your funeral.

NEWSPAPER BO Y:
Extra! Extra! Late extra! Read all about it!

OLD JOLYON: Please pull up and wait.

NEWSPAPER BO Y:
Get your Globe here! Extra! Read all about it!

MAN: Good evening, sir.
- Evening.

He left a message saying he'd care
to meet you at the theatre.

Ah, theatre. Thank you.

ls Mr Jolyon Forsyte still a member here?

He's at the club now, sir. What name?

lt's his father. Here he is now, sir.

A minute later,
you would have missed each other.

Hello, Dad.

What's June like now?

They say she's like me, but that's their folly.
She's more like her mother.

She's engaged to be married.
He's an architect. Hasn't a bean.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening, Parfitt.

Mister Jolyon, sir.

lt's been a long time, hasn't it?

Yes, it has.

Very good to see you again, sir.

OLD JOLYON: That'll do, Parfitt. That'll do.

Very good, sir.

l suppose you're in debt.

No, l'm not in debt.

Shoo!

She's got fleas. Ha ha!

- Tea?
- Thank you.

Your wife, is she well?

Yes. Thank you for asking.

l hope you remember me to her.

We buried your Aunt Ann last week.

Oh, l'm so sorry.

l was terribly fond of her.

l should have let you know, shouldn't l?

Yes.

l regret our estrangement.

lt was a wretched business,
and you behaved badly.

l had no right to pass judgment.

Call it society, call it family,
call it chattering hags and jackanapes,

but l was party to it, and l cut you off, Jo.

l'm sorry for it.

JOLYON: That is... lt's...

Most generous, Dad.

Oh, well.

But thank you.

Oh, please.

No, l can't.

We have two children now, Jolyon and Holly.

lf you should think fit to invest it for them...

l'll be very glad.

Property is going up in leaps and bounds.

The question is,
what am l going to do with this place?

lt's er...very big.

Those are mine, aren't they?

OLD JOLYON: Oh!

Yes, yes. l bought several.

They're poor things, Jo.

l wouldn't hang them where they're seen.

- Oh, Clara!
- Yes, Mrs Dartie?

Some tea in the drawing room, please.
l shall be down in a moment.

Monty!

Freddie.

Those are my pearls.

You look like a burglar.

(Laughs uneasily)

What are you doing?

Just having a look, old thing.

Are you sentimental, Monty?

You were remembering buying them for me,
weren't you?

The day lmmie was born.

You know, l shall always, always treasure them.

lt really is a peach of a spot.
The most wonderful views - woods, peace.

And in Soames' eye, a light, in spite of himself.

- Good morning, Parfitt.
- Good morning, Miss June.

- What's the fee?
- A shade worldly, dear girl.

- ��400?
- Not far off. l can make it up.

Oh, Phil! We can marry!

We can.

Why would Soames not tell his wife?

- Hasn't he?
- lt's to be a surprise.

Then that's why.

- Would you like that?
- Of course!

One day l spring it on you
we're going to live in the country?

- lf it's as nice as you say.
- Oh, it is, very.

What splendour. A country place for
lrene and a spring wedding for us.

Thank you, thank you, Cousin Soames!

PHlL: What about lrene, kept in ignorance?

We tell her.

l said l wouldn't.

Did you say l wouldn't?

l hate working Saturdays.

So do l. Did you hear about that geezer
we repossessed last week?

l heard he topped himself.

No, they do that, some of them.

- Mr Montague Dartie at home?
- He's not in, sir.

Excuse me, sir, where are you going?
Excuse me, sir!

- Morning, ma'am.
- And a very good one, too.

- Who are they?
- The drawing room.

l don't know. l have no idea.

- l think the chiffonier, the clock, the desk...
- Why are you here?

- The candlesticks.
- What on Earth are you doing?

Portrait or landscape? What do you think?

Portrait.

Excuse me,
do you mind telling me who you are?

They just walked in when l answered the door.
Not a by-your-leave.

- Pendicoot, ma'am.
- And Thripp, ma'am. Bailiffs.

We have powers of distraint.
Goods to the value of 1 00 guineas, ma'am.

- The portrait it is.
- And the rug.

No! You've made a mistake. Would you please
leave, before l summon the police?

No, mistake, ma'am.

This is 1 7 Green Street, Mayfair.

You're Mrs Winifred Dartie,
wife of Montague Dartie.

And he's in debt to the tune of 1 00 guineas,
and - as they say - totting up.

ls the dining room this way?

He stands this high,
looks Warmson straight in the eye,

and do you know what he says?

''Fetch my coat.''

Little Val.

Just like that. ''Fetch my coat.''

Capital.

Talk about lord and master.

EMlLY: Oh, that comes from Winifred.

Your sister has natural authority.
''Fetch my coat.''

Why have you employed that strange Bosinney?

l mean,
why didn't you choose a proper architect?

l believe he is proper.

And as he needs the work, he'll be malleable.

Ah!

He'll dance to your tune.

His wedding depends on it.

EMlLY: Why build at all?

And why leave London, and all of us?

London's not good for lrene.

EMlLY: Oh?

People influence her.

But the country, Soames.

The country!

How does lrene feel?

She'll enjoy it.

Has she said so?

Not exactly.

l haven't yet told her.

But she's artistic.

She'll enjoy messing about with the decorations
and...

so on and...

And will that stop her
asking for a separate room?

(Knocking)
- EMlLY: Yes, Warmson?

Mr James is asked for, madam, at Mrs Dartie's.

Oh, hello, Winnie, dear.

You're too late, Daddy.

For what? This room seems bare.
Didn't there used to be a sofa?

Bailiffs have been.

You said bailiffs?

Mm.

ln a house of mine?

Pendicoot & Thripp.

ln a house of mine?

l'm so sorry, Daddy.

Beggars.

The beggars!

lt's you, isn't it?

Your doing.

So...

What's all this?

You know.

Are we decorating?

You owe money, sir!
And you've had the bailiffs in!

To a house in my name!

Er, yes. l can explain that.

lt's the pearls, isn't it, Monty?
You hadn't paid for them, had you?

What's this about pearls?

A gift for Winifred, sir.
A token of my love and esteem.

Empty token.

Freddie, it's the damnedest luck.

Pendicoot & Thripp, in a house of mine!

They are the very worst
of cold-hearted blackguards!

l use them all the time.

My coat, Clara. l'm leaving!

CLARA: Right away, sir.

You wouldn't believe the luck, old girl.

The pearls were ��1 00.

l had it all, bar ��60 or so. l had months to pay.

Anyway, a chap comes to me.

Not just a chap, Freddie, a trainer.

Gives me a dead cert for the Hertfordshire Cup.

- Oh, Monty!
- But it was, Freddie!

Then why didn't it win?

Because it didn't start!

(Sighs)

MONTY: lt's the devil's own luck.

l mean, one gets a tip
from a trainer, Freddie, and...

Well, who wouldn't?

lt's not good enough, Monty.

Freddie mustn't blame Monty.

l do blame you!

For so many things.

l've...

l realise now, l cannot trust you.

Old thing!

You are feckless and irresponsible!

And all our lovely things.

ls the old man going to be sticky?

He'll bail you out.

lt's a beautiful day.

Oh, look, Phil!

June, careful.

Soames is a brick!

lt's splendid for Phil,

the very thing for him.

Good day, Mrs Forsyte.

Good day. What are you talking about?

Your new house.

- They were there on Sunday, Soames and Phil.
- Where?

At Robin Hill.
lt's to be a wonderful house in the country.

- Country?
- Yes.

And Phil has a free hand,
right down to the decorations.

lsn't it marvellous news?

His fee will persuade Gran and we can marry.

Oh, l see.

That's wonderful.

l'm most pleased for you both.

Would you please excuse me?

l have an appointment to keep.

- What have you done?
- She had a right to know.

- Didn't you see?
- What?

Her look of betrayal. By Soames.

l heard something today.

From my parents.

That you sleep in a separate room.

How did they hear that?

Well, l'll tell you what l think.

l think you told June,

and she spread it about,
and now the whole of London knows.

l won't have it.

l will not have my marriage
as the stuff of common gossip.

The fact is, you won't be seeing much more
of June. We're going to live in the country.

l knew that already.

How?

June.

Well, what do you think?

Does it matter what l think?

Of course.

You mean, if l don't wish to,
you'll change your plans?

No, but it would make me
very pleased if you did wish to.

Then l am sorry to disappoint you.

Why?

l don't wish to live in the country.

Wait until you see it.

l promise you, lrene, it is the most beautiful...

Bosinney, even Bosinney thinks it's beautiful,
and he's artistic, isn't he?

What am l to do there?

All manner of things. We'll have a garden.

You can paint and so forth,
away from all this London frippery!

At least in London there are people.

ln the country, l would be entirely alone.

Alone at first, maybe.

We must hope that one day there'll be children.

Excuse me.

You will drive me out of my bedroom?

This is not your bedroom.

You are my wife.

There is great pleasure to be had from children.

Everybody knows it.

Especially for mothers.

l do know that.

So, my nephew's building in the country, is he?

PHlL: Yes, sir.

A man of property.

That makes you think you have an income, hm?

Once the house is built, people will flock.

Oh, flock, will they? Ha ha ha.

Once they see Phil's work...

- They might flock elsewhere.
(Old Jolyon laughs)

l can't guarantee anything, sir,
except my fee, which is 350 guineas.

350, Gran.

Well...

..it's a start.

Where does it put you now, hm?

We want your permission, Gran,
to start planning our wedding.

And first, to think about a date. Don't we, Phil?

Yes.

lt seems to me, it's always the women
who are in a rush to marry.

What do you say to that, Bosinney?

Always the women.

Set a date, and l'll say what l think.

lf you'd like to go in, sir,
l'll tell Mr Forsyte you're here.

Thank you.

Mr Bosinney's in the drawing room, madam.

Thank you, Bilson.

You've brought the plans?

With great reluctance, yes.

You merely plan it.

lt is l who must live in it.

Very well. l renounce his commission.

Don't be silly.

lf it's not you, it will be someone else.

l'd far rather it were you.

You once, do you remember, spoke of beauty
and proportion as an artist's guiding principles?

lf it is of any consolation,
those will be my concerns.

Thank you.

Beauty...

..and proportion.

MAlD:
Which cuff links will you wear tonight, sir?

The pearl ones, Bilson. My father's.

Ah. Bosinney, good morning.

- Sorry to keep you.
- Morning, Forsyte.

Odd sort of house.

l've tried to plan a house with respect for itself.

lt's a house with clean lines,
where the eye can rest.

Well, it's certainly original.

You know my wife can't stand the cold?

Oh, she shan't be cold. Look. Radiators,
concealed in the panels here, and here.

- What's it going to cost?
- ��8,500.

l gave eight as my limit.

Well, l'm sorry. lt can't be done for a penny less.

lRENE: How are the plans?

Well, it's not a conventional house.

You wanted unique. You can't have both.

lf there were freedom to move and breathe,

l think those would be valuable qualities
in a house.

lf there were beauty and proportion.

That's exactly why one moves to the country.

Room to move.

Well...

l think we're in agreement, Bosinney.

Keep a clear eye on the cost.

Unique you will have.

l'll get to work.

There, you see?
l told you it would be all right.

lt's not all bad news, is it?

No.

lt was you that said it.

A house with proportions, or some such.

And that's what you'll get.

A most beautiful house
in a remarkable spot.

Unique.

And l think you'll rather take to Bosinney.

Do you?

Yes, he's rather a find of mine.

And if he does a halfway decent job,
it will be good for his career.

You should encourage him.

Do you think he's good-looking?

Yes.

Very.

(Knocking on door)

(Dog barks)

(Geese honk)

(Children chatter)

JOLLY: Come on, Terry.

JOLYON: Whoops. Here we go, darling.

Put the potatoes in the wheelbarrow.

Good girl. ln the wheelbarrow.

Jo?

JOLLY: Come, Terry. Good boy.

Hello, Dad.

JOLLY: Terry, come on.

My boy.

Mr Forsyte.

l'm very pleased to see you looking so well,
my dear.

Come and er...sit down.

So, this is where you are.

This is where we are.

l've got a whole camp of lead soldiers.

Have you, by Jove?

- Do you want to see them?
- Oh, yes.

Yes, l would. Do you want to see this?

Blow.

Blow.

- Now, listen. Ding ding.
(Watch chimes)

(Laughs)
HOLLY: Listen, Daddy. lt's chiming.

(Old Jolyon laughs)

OLD JOLYON: Now, watch this, watch this.

Darling...

Excuse me.

Helene.

JOLYON: Helene?

l'm sure he means well.

He cut you off because you fell in love.

That was a terrible thing to do.

He didn't care if we starved when he still
had June and wasn't feeling close to death.

Helene, Helene.

Oh, thank God for your paintings.

He bought most of them.

Every time l sold one,
l imagined myself becoming more independent,

but it was him.

All the time.

That isn't good enough.

Children, come with me.

Come inside and have your tea.

On a lease, this house?

Yes.

l don't like the neighbourhood. A ramshackle lot.

Yes, yes. yes. We're a ramshackle lot.

My wife is not the thing today.

l shouldn't have come here, l suppose, Jo.

l'm so lonely.

Very, very lonely.

Phil is the most extraordinary talent.

He is so committed...to the exclusion of all else.

Soames says his career will prosper
through the Robin Hill house.

Which l must always remember.

And, of course, it means we can marry, but we
haven't had a chance to even talk about a date.

l 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 l see Phil, perhaps surprise him.

- l don't wish to go there.
- Why not?

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

So, l continue to wait?

Does he come here much?

Not very much.

Not to talk about the house?

l think, sometimes, with Soames.

Then you don't see him?

No.

Why can't he call once in a while?

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

But of course it will pass.

How trite you are.

Are we quarrelling?

l don't know why we should be.

No.

No, nor do l.

l think l should be going.

Gran!

l've just been beastly to lrene.

l sent Baynes with a note to make it up.

- Lunch, Parfitt?
- Yes, sir.

What was your row about, with lrene?

l think it was really about Phil, not her.

Not attentive enough, hm?

Not his fault.

A remarkable house, l hear.

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

Thank you, Dockwood. This will do.

Whoa there!

Whoa there, boy.

- OK, Dockwood. On.
DOCKWOOD: Walk on, boy! Walk on.

PHlL: l'm not interested in the work being good.

lt has to be perfect in every detail.

- l want you to get on with it right away!
MAN: Yes, guv'nor.

Someone to see you.

Well, what do you think?

Hm. lt seems solid enough.

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.

Which is exactly what she wants, isn't it?

Believe me, it's what you'll want when you see it.

You find her artistic, don't you?

Yes. Yes, l do.

Here are the accounts.

Well, l don't understand. lt's now ��9,200.
lt's ��700 more than we said.

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

JOLYON: l assumed a ��1 0 note.

Can ��700 be called an extra?

Can l 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.

l'm damned if l'll work for you!

When l agree a price, it's what l 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. l'll just go through.
Don't hurry Mrs Forsyte.

PHlL: lt's really taking shape now.
You can see what it's going to look like.

My own ideas are becoming bricks
and mortar for the very first time.

lRENE: l'm so excited for you, Phil. l really am.

PHlL: Soames doesn't understand
what l'm trying to do, but l 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.

l 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, l'm not in the habit
of throwing people over.

Shall we go into supper?

Yes, yes.

Madam.

Wasn't it wonderful today?

lt was the first day of summer.

SERVANT: Madam?
lRENE: Yes, thank you.

Thank you.

This is a little Sauternes l picked out for us,
Bosinney. l think you'll rather enjoy it.

lt's a particular favourite of mine.

These lilies are wonderful.

Yes. Yes, the scent is extraordinary.

- This Charlotte looks good.
- How can you like the scent?

EMlLY: Serve Mr Bosinney next.
- Bilson?

Take out the lilies.

No, let them stay.

- Bilson.
- Let them stay.

Well.

Thank you.

JUNE: Can we have some water, Bilson?
BlLSON: Yes, Miss June.

There were those women in the park,
as l came through.

What women?

JUNE: You know.

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

We don't need to talk about them now.

Don't you?

- When should one talk of them?
- Can't see the need to do so at all.

- Well, someone should.
SOAMES: Magistrates.

l can't think who else.

Oh. Round them up 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.

l think we should leave now.

So soon?

lt's been most pleasant. Thank you. Come, Phil.

PHlL: June, aren't you being rude?
- Then stay. l'll go alone.

lRENE: Please, don't.

- Really, l must.
- Good night.

Thank you for dinner.

Excuse me.

lRENE: Good night.
- Good night.

And good luck.

You found me appalling, l suppose?

Yes.

lt's just that l never see you.

l know you're desperately busy, but...

We were finally together
and you only seemed...

You seemed never to look at me.

l'm sorry, my dear, if that's how it appeared.

You hardly seemed to notice me.

l was merely being polite.

Phil...

l want to say something to you.

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

You haven't for ages.

l want to mean everything to you,

and l want to do everything for you.

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

Perhaps another day, but not Sunday.

- Why not Sunday?
- l have an engagement.

With whom?

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

Work.

l'm sorry.

Who are you writing to?

Uncle Swithin.

Why?

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

You're not putting him off, are you?

l am, as a matter of fact.

l think you should go.

Does it really matter to you?

He's my uncle, and l happen to know
he's rather looking forward to it.

lt's one wifely duty you can manage to fulfil.

Very well.

l must say, l 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?

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

Certainly.

Certainly, my dear.

Get on, sonny, get on.

Ha ha! Welcome! Welcome to Robin Hill.

- Good afternoon, young man.
- Good afternoon, sir.

- l'm so glad you could come.
- Thank you.

So glad, so glad.

SWlTHlN: Extraordinary.

Come! Let me show you around.

Handsome.

You'll be wanting statues,
a 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.
lt's to be an open courtyard, with a glass ceiling.

Glass ceiling? People will look through.

People on the roof, you mean?

You take my advice, lrene.
Get yourself a billiards table.

l'll gladly play you a frame or two for a fiver,
but you'll lose.

Ah, there's a good view from here.

Who needs to go down there for the view?

Monarch of all he surveys.

lRENE: l don't think he's surveying much.

He slept for the last two miles.

What do you think?

lRENE: l think it will be beautiful.

lrene.

You must know l love you.

l don't believe Soames Forsyte cares for you,
except as a possession.

l am not thinking about Soames Forsyte.

- Uncle Swithin...
- ls asleep.

ls waiting.

As is June for you.

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...
six or seven hundred dozen.

A very pooty little cellar.

Get on, sonny, get on!

Go on, now!

Get on!

On you go!

Good morning, Mr Forsyte.

Are you seeing your young man today?

You ask me that every day.

Oh.

l won't ask it again, then.

ls he taking you to the ball?

Of course.

You will be seeing him again, then.

Ah! Howzat!

l'll get it.

Dad?

Oh! Dropped it.

Ah!

Jolly, come over here.

- Do you want something to drink?
- No, thanks.

OLD JOLYON: Your wife seems well.

Yes, she is.

She is well.

l can't say so much for June.

No?

Anything l say, she bites my head off.

l'd like to punch the fellow's head.

ls this Bosinney?

He never sees her.

When he does,
she comes home crying her eyes out.

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

Well...

l dare say you have sympathies with him.

Both of them.

Has he fallen for some other woman?

They say so.

And l suppose they've told you who it is.

Soames's wife.

So Swithin tells me.

She and June were bosom friends.

Oh, poor little June.

We need to know what his intentions are.

l can't do it. l...

But...

- He goes to your club, doesn't he?
- Dad!

What's the matter?

lt's not been long since the family
closed ranks against me,

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

l'm sorry, Dad.

And if my son has failings, could he not improve
upon them, with your help?

lt is not his failings.

lt is him.

Are there not matters
that you yourself might alter?

lt 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 l 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.

l'm sorry.

ls it...

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

lt's not that alone.

You see,
l always rather dreaded the occurrence,

though l have, on the whole,
enjoyed its results.

My children have afforded me much pleasure,
and have distracted me

from the...relentlessness of marriage.

l wondered if the house in Robin Hill
might not prove congenial in that respect.

Forgive me, my dear, but you seem so...

..cold.

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

l am not, Emily. l know l am not!

This is not me sitting here.

This is...

..some wife! l...

What can l do?

l do not love him.

l cannot love him.

l do not want to love him.

Sorry.

Sorry.

And you do not think that children...

No!

Never.

Down.

This will do, just here.

Very good, sir. Whoa, there!

Thank you, Dockwood. Onward.

DOCKWOOD: Walk on, boy.

Morning, Bosinney.

Are you taking a break?

l'm giving you notice to terminate my
employment, as the house is almost finished.

You undertook to decorate. We have a contract.

You've never once come down,

without suggesting something
that runs counter to my scheme.

lf l am to decorate,
then l must have a free hand.

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

l haven't been able to make one suggestion
you've agreed with.

Just keep it below ��1 2,000, that's all.

How am l expected to predict to the pound?

lf you go over by say, ��50 or so,
there'll be no difficulty between us,

ln those terms,
you may have a free hand.

Will you put it in writing?

Yes, l will put it in writing.

Very well. Drive on.

Bosinney.

Bosinney!

Dockwood, back to London.

STREET VENDOR: Hot potato!
Come and get your hot potato.

Phil!

(Rings bell)

Phil!

Phil!

Hasn't she eaten anything?

l'm afraid not, sir.

Ah. l was thinking...

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

..from young Bosinney,

maybe one of the aunts could take you, hm?

l'm not going.

- You're tired.
- l'm not well.

- Well, perhaps l should...
- l need to rest.

l want you to take me.

What?

To the ball.

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

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

l'm all right now.

No, dear. Now, this is quite foolish.

Then l shall go on my own.

You can't possibly... Don't be a silly girl.

Parfitt, have the carriage ready.

l thought you were unwell.

Get me some hot water. l'll have to wash.

Yes, sir.

OLD JOLYON: lt's nearly 1 1 .

�� Orchestra plays waltz

Seen someone you know?

l see we've got the Buccaneer.

So, what do we all think?
ls he sweet on Mrs Forsyte?

Oh, George, don't be so silly.

Rumour 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?

l'll see you later.

Soames looks put out. Why's that?

l don't know.

ls he jealous?

lt would be all right if he had some cause, eh?

Please, you're holding me too close.

Come on.
lt seems to me you like a bit of close work.

Why should the Buccaneer
have it all to himself?

Cousin Soames!

Phil?

There you are! Now, come on.
Come back inside.

- They're wondering where you are.
- Leave her alone!

Oh, l say! What's this? A tryst?

l said, leave her alone.

Now, look here, Mr Buccaneer...

l saw the way you were
dancing with her just now. Just leave her alone!

Defending her honour?
Shouldn't the husband do that?

Get out of here. Just get out!
Get out of here before l kill you!

All right. Steady on, old chap.

Steady on.

lRENE: Why did you not bring June?

l didn't want her.

But you're engaged to her, Mr Bosinney.

But l shan't marry her, Mrs Forsyte.

Then you should tell her.

And l will.

Why shan't you marry her?

Can't you see what l feel for you? Are you blind?

l believe you feel the same way.

l'm sure you do not love your husband.

Do you?

l loathe him.

Then come to me.

- l am married.
- What does that matter?

lt matters.

Do you love me?

Please don't ask that.

Could you love me?

June is...

Don't say ''June''.
Say ''No'', if that's what you mean!

Then, no.

l do not love you.

Phil?

Phil.

Don't make me say it.

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

What?

You might see more than you bargained for.

(Chattering)

(Silence)

�� Waltz

OLD JOLYON: June!

June!

Will you let me go?

What?

You promised you would let me go
if our marriage was not a success.

ls it a success?

Behave yourself, and it would be!

Will you let me go?

Of course l won't!

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

What is wrong with me?

l believe you are made of stone.

A damn good beating
to bring you to your senses,

is what you need!

No, no, no!

Oh, l'm sorry.

l'm truly sorry.

- Let go of me.
- l'm sorry.

Let go of me!

Forgive me.

(lrene locks door)

lrene?

lrene, unlock the door.

lrene.

(Knocks on door)

Unlock the door, lrene.

Let me in, lrene, let me in!

l demand you open this door!

Will you...!

lrene?

(Knocks on door)

Unlock the door, lrene.

lrene.

�� Life is a dance we must learn

�� lnto the night we will turn

�� Time holds the secrets of our song

�� Moments are given then gone

�� Come have this dance with me, darling

�� l'll hold you tight till the dawn

�� Let the night see how l love you

�� So the moon can tell the sun

�� So the moon can tell the sun

(Barrel organ plays Wiener Bonbons)

(Children laugh)

Thank you, ma'am.

- Oh, good afternoon, Bilson.
- Madam.

Thank you, Bilson.

(Clock ticks)

�� STRAUSS: Wiener Bonbons

l 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 goodbye?

- No.
- No. l 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, l'm aware of that.

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

l 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 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.

lt wouldn't be prudent.

MOTHER: Soames!

lt's much more imposing than l'd imagined!

The country will give a new perspective,
and it will prove, l think,

that life does not begin and end in London.

- Thank you, Dockwood. On.
- Come on, boy.

We're counting the days
until the end of the week

when the architect moves out,
and lrene and l move in.

How long is the walk from the station?

- You'll be in a carriage, l suppose.
- Just here, Dockwood.

- 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...

l did send word ahead, but um...
l don't want you tripping over buckets.

l thought it was finished.

All but. All but. Wait here.

He's like a child with a new toy.

Welcome. Welcome to Robin Hill.

Mother, mind the steps.

MOTHER:
Are you pleased with your new home, lrene?

- lt's a work of art.
- Soames has always had good taste.

l'm quite envious, Mr Bosinney.

You look alarmed at the prospect, sir.

You wouldn't last five minutes in the country.

Emily, look at this.

lnspired! Room for your entire art collection.

Yes, and more besides.

And the light...

The best view is from the veranda.
Come and see.

- l should worry about the cold.
- l should worry about the bills.

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

They are entranced by it.

- Despite themselves.
- Exactly.

And this is just the beginning.

You'll be the toast
of every drawing room in town.

- Come away with me for ever.
(Footsteps approach)

Mr Bosinney, won't you be my guide?

Of course. Forgive me.

Excuse me.

- Come through.
- l'm rather intrigued about this central part.

You will not make the effort,
not even for my parents!

- l'm here, aren't l?
- Yes, why is that?

The truth is you care nothing for this house.

You couldn't be more wrong.

MOTHER: An internal courtyard?

lRENE: Uncle Swithin suggested a billiard table.

BOSlNNEY:
Had Soames requested a games room...

You'd have built a table out of ebony
and had the pockets lined with gold.

The Queen herself might request that
to no avail.

Gold stands for everything l despise...

��1 2,400, Bosinney,
against an agreed starting figure of eight.

Just remind me how we arrived at that again.

BOSlNNEY: l'm tired of that conversation.
We revised that sum.

SOAMES:
Yes, three times - usually after the fact.

You confirmed it in writing.

��1 2,000, 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.
- At whose behest? lt'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, l'm here to design,
not to listen to your insults.

You broke your contract.
l have a right to recover my money.

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.

l have said my piece.

You force my hand if you do.

To do what?

- To resort to the law.
- Soames...

lt would cost you more
to bring the case than you could win.

- l 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.

��350?

A mere trifle. lt's beneath your contempt.

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.

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

No. You're quite capable of doing it by yourself.

HESTER: Will it really get to court?

JULEY: Soames is adamant it will.

MONTY: Brush your best togs off.
Standing room only in the gallery.

- l doubt it.
- Quite the joey where your brother's concerned.

Anyone else, quid to a bloater,
she'd be hanging off the grapevine.

lt's a dull contractual wrangle, Monty,
not Norton versus Lord Melbourne.

There have been wars fought over less.

Less than the hand of a woman?

No, dear. Keep up.
lt was Bosinney's sunken bath that did it.

- lt was a marble flower tub, Juley.
- lt was a woman.

A marble woman?

lrene Forsyte.

No!

What's ��350 to a man like Soames?

He's marking the buccaneer's card.

Trespassers will be prosecuted.

You must have heard the whisper.

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

You thought she meant a waltz.

But Soames is the perfect husband!
l can't believe it.

You want to, both of you. Admit it.

Oh, please! One can see
how men might find lrene...charming...

Monty's always failed to see the attraction.

HESTER: But quiet.
lf anything, a shrinking violet.

l rather fear she's been plucked.

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

- Come, dear.
- Late?

Bye, dear.

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

- Bye-bye, dear.
- Do forgive us.

Ladies.

Freddie, they love all the tackle.

Well, l don't.

- What did the solicitor say?
- He told me exactly what l knew.

l 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 & Boulter,
one of the best in their field.

l might be intimidated
if l didn't have right on my side.

You do believe that, don't you?

Of course l do, Phil,
but money speaks, even in a court of law.

l have money.

Or will have. There's the house of Wilson.

There'll be more work after that.
My reputation's growing.

What, then? What should l do?

Not fight? Just flee? We could do that.

We could not!

l could set up in Liverpool, or Glasgow,
or Paris if l wanted to.

l'm a free man.

- Soames cannot stop me from working.
- He could try.

lf l were with you, he would try.

l don't think you should leave.

You've done nothing wrong.

Welcome home. Welcome home, sir.

- Lovely weather. Perfect.
- Yes, sir.

Pleasant journey, sir?

l need another holiday to recover.

- Hello, Parfitt.
- Miss June, l see you have been busy.

We took a detour to Paris.

Gran indulged me with a little shopping.

Tell me how l lived so long without knowing
the difference between boucle and chenille...

Don't start all that again, Gran.

So Miss June is returning home refreshed.

Like a new woman, Parfitt.

- Bring me some tea in the study, Parfitt.
- Right away, sir.

BOSlNNEY: The convention would be to
close this off- a wall here, a door here.

l propose a hinged partition.

A huge folding door if you like.

Privacy and intimacy when you need it,

but the etched glass panels
mean you lose none of the light.

This l like, but l am still unconvinced
about the veranda.

You did something similar
in the house at Robin Hill.

Similar, not the same.

l should like to see it for myself.

- lt's clearer on here.
- Constructed.

l need a better sense of the proportions.

l er...no longer have access.

You can speak to the owner, surely?

l'm in dispute with the owner.
A small matter, soon to be resolved.

But l can show you
an example of this type of thing,

and if you're agreeable,
l can have contracts drawn up.

What kind of dispute?

lt's nothing. A few hundred pounds.

You are owed?

- You owe?
- He says.

l wish l'd known of this earlier.

lt has no bearing on the job. You have my word.

Really, Mr Wilson, l do assure you, it's nothing.

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

Well, if it's characters you require,
l can provide them.

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

He thinks l'm a thief.

He wants to commission you.

After the court case,
once he knows l can be trusted.

Any client l approach will feel the same.

lf he'd only signed the contract,
l'd have borrowed against it.

- l could have withstood a loss in court.
- You won't lose.

- But if l do, l lose everything.
- Not everything.

Home, business...

lt would bankrupt me, lrene.

Not everything.

Here.

My father's.

l 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.

lt'll be worth it in the end.

But you doted on your father.

l am offering you the watch.
The memories are not for sale.

Ah ah ah ah!

(She laughs)

Have they reduced us to their level
if we sell this?

No.

We're proving to the Forsytes
that everything has its price.

We're proving that sometimes
property can set one free.

Then we shall be really free.

That vase should bring a few shillings.

- And that figurine.
- You can't sell everything.

Why not? We shall live like Gypsies.

We'll buy a caravan, and we shall go
wherever work and whim take us.

From building site to building site?

You can cook my dinner on the campfire,
and raise a brood of children in the van.

Six? Seven?

l shall buy another van, and hitch it on the back.

(Chimes)

l must go.

And so must you, my friend.

No.

We should save it.

lt'll remind us of a time
when every second was precious.

No. lt will remind me of a time
when l was forced to share you.

- Good day, sir?
- Yes, thank you, Bilson, very good.

Would you ask Mrs Forsyte
if she'll join me before dinner?

Mrs Forsyte's still out, sir.

- Since when?
- Since after lunch.

- Did she say where she was going?
- No, Mr Forsyte.

Don't say sorry!

June! What a lovely surprise!

Aunt Hester.

Juley.

How lovely to see you.

l couldn't go to Switzerland
without bringing you some chocolates.

So...

We received your card, dear.
Kind of you to even think of us.

We had a struggle to decipher your script.

Hester said it looked like a spider
had run through the inkwell.

Oh.

But you had a lovely time.

We worked out that much.

l did.

And what about yourselves?

- You look well. ls everybody else?
- Well?

- Yes.
- Everybody?

Yes.

Yes, very well.

Good.

Soames and lrene?

Are they ever in town?

Oh, yes. That business with the house...

They never left.

What business?

Some difficulty.
Hester understands it better than l.

Aunt Hester?

Mr Bosinney was careless once too often
with the budget.

Soames is going to sue.

How careless?

��350.

ls that all?

- lt's a sizeable sum.
- Not to a man like Soames.

- People will be talking.
- We prefer not to listen.

All the same, it matters what they say.

You must understand
the delicacy of my position.

l introduced Philip Bosinney to Soames
to further his career, not destroy it.

My dear, you can hardly blame yourself.

You introduced him as an architect.

You think he has strayed beyond that role?

l have no idea.

But that is what people say?

And Soames...stupid, stupid Soames has
trumped up some charge to take Phil to court,

knowing he hasn't the money for the fight,
knowing he has nothing.

Except lrene.

What Soames is doing,
he's throwing them together.

How can lrene's heart not go out to Phil?
My heart goes out to him.

- He doesn't deserve it.
- He doesn't deserve this treatment.

Think what you like about him -
he's a brilliant man, a visionary.

And all that could be lost.

Damn Soames with his thousands in the bank,
and nothing in his soul!

- Damn him to hell!
- June...

lf this were anyone but Phil, you would agree.

- They'll be the talk of London.
- What if they are?

Please, June, let Bosinney go.

- Hello.
- Hello.

No, Phil, not here.

That's wonderful.

lt's beautiful.

lt's...er... lt has a life.

Bosinney.

l haven't seen you at the club for some time.

- No. No.
- How are you?

Well. Well. And you?

The same, thank you.

- Mrs lrene Forsyte.
- How do you do?

- Mr Jolyon Forsyte.
- How do you do?

Forsyte here is an artist.

No Turner, l'm afraid.

Watercolours mainly.

On a gloomy day, l find a stroll through here
really can raise the spirits like nothing else.

Don't you agree?

Er...yes.

Poor Mr Bosinney,

he...

he little realised

when my husband contracted him
to design us a house

he'd be called upon to advise me on everything
from plants to cushion covers.

(Chuckles)

We should leave you to your art.

- Yes.
- Good day.

Good day.

- That's June's father.
- Who abandoned her to follow his heart.

He more than anyone
would wish to protect her from talk.

Nor would he wish upon her
a lifetime of resentment,

which is what l would have done
had l married June.

What should we have done, you and l?
Never met? Out of our control.

Never fallen in love?

Before we knew it, it was too late.
We cannot expect this to be easy.

- You do love me?
- Love you!

l am prepared to lose everything for you.

l would leave this city,
this country at a moment's notice.

l would grub in the dirt with my fingers,
sell my soul to spend my life with you.

Respectability will not keep you warm at night.

You know it.

Jolyon Forsyte knew it.

He had to fight for his happiness,
which is what we shall have to do.

But we will do it.

And it will taste twice as sweet.

Oh, a little courage, my love.

A letter here proves Bosinney was quoted
a lower figure on the tiling

by Temple & Son.

- Good firm?
- Good enough for Lady Charlesworth.

Oh, how are you, Jolyon?
l haven't seen you for an age.

l've come for my will.

Ah... Will you...?

- You've been to Switzerland, they tell me.
- We have.

Ah...

This young Bosinney's got himself into a mess.

l knew how it would be.

Over ��350?

You know?

- (Laughs)
- ls it...common knowledge?

l thought Soames was a man of property.

- Oh, it isn't the money.
- What, then? The principle?

l doubt if Soames could even spell the word.

You'll be wanting to make an alteration?

l'm taking my business to Herring & Poulbred's.

Good day to you, sir.

(Door slams)

There's something l need to tell you.

l'm settling ��1 ,000 a year on you.

June will have ��50,000 on my death.
The rest is for you.

Dad, l...

l'm telling you this merely for your information.

l've been looking back. l've been taking stock.

l think this London life is responsible
for half our troubles.

Dad, we...

l want us to be a family again
while we still have the chance.

l want us to make a fresh start, hm,
away from London,

where we can introduce ourselves
as Forsytes without flinching.

Think about it.

Fresh air instead of fog,
plenty of room for the children to run wild,

space...light...landscapes...

You mean everything we don't have now?

Exactly.

Have you somewhere in mind?

Not yet.

How do you feel about that, Helene?

What is there to feel?

What can one feel except relief,

except...?

What? Gratitude?

- Why now?
- Because now is the right time.

l think we're happy where we are.

Really? Can one be happy in St John's Wood?

Yes.

One can be very, very happy.

That wasn't quite how you pictured it,
was it, Dad?

You're even less of a Forsyte than l thought.

l expect l should be grateful for that.

JOLYON: You'll be able to ride again,
and teach the children.

lt depends on where we end up.

Well, somewhere with stables, l suppose.

He invited us to...come and live,

but it would be your father's house,

his choice.

And June will have her say, l suppose.

Helene, if you have any doubt...

l want my children to belong.

lt's what l always wanted.

ls this what you always wanted?

l was...sure it would never happen.

All those years...

..you missed him very much, didn't you?

He's my father.

Helene, those years made us what we are.

lt's given us Jolyon and Holly.

l know.

l'm just frightened.

You will be so different.

What if you had to choose again...?

lt would be you. lt would always be you.

l love you.

(Chiming)

- l must go.
- Don't go.

l must.

- Will you miss this place?
- ln truth, not a bit.

Two days, Phil, then we shall be free.

- You are sure?
- The hotel is booked. Everything is in place.

As the judge announces his verdict,
we'll start our life together.

- Two more days, Phil.
- Two more than l'd like.

Soames...?

Yes, your husband.

No...

- You've had too much to drink.
- l've waited too long.

No. No.

No!

No!

No! No, please!

- Please, don't do this.
- l told you, l've waited too...

Ow!

- No!
- You need to be nice to me for once.

No! No! No.

(Tearing cloth)

No!

- No! No!
- Lie still, l say!

- No!
- Shh... Be quiet!

Lie back. lt's dark.

Think it's him.

(Soames grunts)

No! No!

No! No!

No!

Ah, no!

No! No!

No!

No! No!

(Soames gasps)

See, why can't it always be like this?

(Whimpers)

Shh...

(Clock chimes)

Would you put the lamps on, Bilson?
lt's gloomy this morning.

lt's the fog, sir.

lf Mrs Forsyte goes out today,
would you get her a carriage?

Yes.

Can l get you a tincture for that scratch, sir?

lt's a cut. l did it shaving.

lrene!

l came to wish you luck.

You've only just caught me.

l was off to see Chancory this morning.

Final instructions.

Tell a fellow to get a haircut,
and wear a clean shirt,

and charge three guineas for the privilege.

l'm in the wrong business.

lrene, are you all right?

l...l didn't sleep.

What's the matter?

ls something the matter?

You've come to tell me
you've changed your mind.

- No!
- You haven't the courage to leave Soames.

- No.
- Well, then, what, lrene?

Please, don't do this to me.

What's that?

- Nothing.
- Well, show me.

l'm sorry. Sorry.

Let me see. Shh...

Did he do this?

Last night?

Has he ever hurt you before?

- No.
- What happened?

lf we can just get through tomorrow...

- Tell me.
- l cannot.

lrene...

l will pack my things tonight.
He will never know.

You're not going home.

- God knows what he'll do tonight.
- l will bolt the door.

l...

l won't forget this time.

He came to your room?

What did he do?

You'll kill him.

- lrene...?
- l was sleeping.

He...

He climbed into bed.

He said l should be nice to him.

He said he was my husband.

l begged him to stop.

You must believe me.

Why did we wait?

We could have left weeks ago!

Why did l listen to you?

Where is he? ls he at his office?

You must not go there.

Phil...you will not go there!

- He can't get away with this!
- We'll have our justice in court!

- l'm coming with you.
- No! You've been through enough!

Then stay. Don't leave me!

l beg your pardon, miss. l'm sorry.

- Are you all right? Are you sure?
- Yes.

l'm all...

Phil?

Phil!

Phil?

- Forsyte! Where is he?
- Sir, can l help you?

- Where is the pillar of society?
- Forsyte, l know you're in there.

Don't think you can hide
behind your pen pushers!

- What is going on?
- Wrong Forsyte.

- What are you doing here?
- l'm here with good reason!

Where is your son?

He isn't here, fortunately for you.

l'll wait.

lf you have something to say,
save it for the court.

- No, l'll wait.
- No, you will leave before l have you thrown out.

- You think l don't know where he lives?
- ls that a threat?

You think l don't know his club? l'll find him.

- Do and you'll wake up in the Brightwell.
- lt'll be worth it, believe me.

See the fellow out the door.

Hey! Look where you're going!

Mr Philip Bosinney here
to see Mr Soames Forsyte.

- lt is of an urgent nature.
- lf you will kindly wait.

Mr Soames Forsyte is not here today, sir.

You're a liar.

l do not like your tone, sir.

You're a liar, and you would not protect him
if you knew what l know.

Sir, would you kindly leave?

Don't call me sir,
and then treat me like a piece of dirt!

Forsyte! Forsyte!

Come out here and be a man! Forsyte!

Be a man for once in your life!

Forsyte!

(Shouts)

Forsyte!

Get out of the way!

(Yells)

(Screams)

l bought you this.

Do you like it?

You deserve the best of everything, lrene.

You look pale. You should rest.

Excuse me, madam,
would you like me to serve dinner now?

No, thank you.

You haven't eaten anything, sir.
Was something wrong?

No. Anxiety about this case, l suppose.

l'm sure you have nothing to fear.

Let us hope
Mr Justice Bentham shares your view.

Let Mrs Forsyte sleep this morning, Bilson.

She's already wished me luck.

l suppose it'll be on directly.

lt's bound to be.

You're sure Boulter
was the right man for the job?

l must hope so.

lt's no reflection on Forsyte Bustard & Forsyte
if it doesn't go your way.

Not that it won't.

lt's up to the barristers now anyway.

- Yours or his?
- Mine.

- Morning, Chancory.
- Good morning, Mr Waterbuck.

- l suppose the other fellow's Bosinney's.
- Yes.

Looks like a child let loose in a dressing-up box.

Morning, Boulter. Have you briefed Forsyte?

What's she doing here?

Smooth enough. Told him Justice Bentham
was a common-sense judge.

Good. Good.

Good of you to come.

Goodness had nothing to do with it.
Small battles must be rigorously fought.

Hear hear.

Good architecture requires discipline,
a balance between one's heart and one's head.

Amen to that.

That Soames cannot separate the two
is his tragedy.

You're here to support the other fellow?

Yes, l am.

What happened to family loyalty?

- Good morning, sir.
- Very good morning, Uncle.

What's good about it?
l'll have a word with Boulter.

Feeling nervous, Soames?
Other side of the fence and all that?

You'll be wanting to rub his nose in it, l bet.

Not at all. The principle's at stake.

When a man talks about principles,
he knows he's on a sticky wicket.

Don't worry, old boy. You could always lay it off.

- Lay it off?
- l'll have a word with Bosinney's opposite fellow.

What did he say? ��250 apiece?
You'll be laughing.

- Bribe him?
- Bet him, man.

- Winner pays the loser.
- lt makes sense, Soames.

Don't be absurd.

lt's good business whichever way you look at it.

Tricky case like yours.
Good luck, old boy. All the best.

BAlLlFF: Call Philip Baines Bosinney!

Call Philip Baines Bosinney!

(Knocking at door)

Yes?

- Your champagne, Mrs Bosinney.
- l didn't order any.

- Your husband did.
- Oh.

- When?
- When he reserved the room, madam.

- Oh.
- Shall l open the champagne?

No, thank you. l'll wait.

Very good, madam.

(Footsteps approach)

Phil!

l was in court.

l've come to tell him that he lost the case.

Come to tell him?

He didn't turn up.

Don't just stand there
as if you were made of stone!

l wish to God l were.

l was here first!

What?

You have no right to come.

l have left Soames...

..just as you always wanted.

Hm.

Presumably before you knew he'd won the case.

l do not care about the case.

You have that luxury. Phil does not.

He has a talent. He can start again.

- Where? How?
- We will find a way.

We?

You have been a false friend to me.

What did you used to tell me?

''You cannot force love where there is none.''

You said Soames tried to buy me body and soul.

Had you stayed with Phil,
you would be guilty of the same.

Don't you dare compare me to Soames.

Then why are you here?

Hm?

Why now, if not to offer help
when you know he'd find it hardest to refuse?

Oh...look at you...

So composed,

so gentle...

You have the softest voice,
and yet you say the cruellest things.

l don't...mean to be cruel.

- Your friendship...
- Don't talk to me of friendship!

Your friendship saved me, June.

And yours has ruined my life.

lt will ruin his too.

l love him.

You know nothing about love.

You have no passion,

no feeling.

l want to slap you, shake some life into you,
and into Phil for being taken in by you.

- You are a leech!
- Stop it.

You've no life about yourself,
so you suck it out of everybody else!

Agh!

Perhaps he's wiser than we think.

Perhaps that's why he's gone.

Well, he wasn't in court. He's not here.

Tell me, lrene,

where is your lover now?

- Good afternoon, Miss June.
- Thank you, Kate.

Ah. Come here, my dear.

You haven't seen any of your pals since our trip.
Used to be so many of them.

You should be living.
You need a family around you.

You need life, not rubbing along all alone
with an old man like me.

So...

l've decided to retire from London.

Your father and his family
have consented to join me.

lt would be my dearest wish
if you should find it in your heart to come too.

l want to put things right.

Mm.

When l cut Jo off, it's as if he'd died.

lt's a terrible thing to lose a child.

You'll understand that
when you have children of your own.

Do you have somewhere in mind?

There's always Soames' place.

- Montpellier Square?
- Robin Hill.

lt's exquisitely done, and stands there empty.

Perfect family home.

- For the man of property.
- He'll never live there now.

Oh?

The case went in his favour,
but lrene's left Soames at last.

lf you bought it,
you could settle his claim against Phil.

Have you been seeing Bosinney again
after all l said?

No.

But l have been to his rooms.

- June!
- l want to help Phil.

- You want me to help him.
- lt's the same thing.

- Let lrene help him.
- Gran...

l told you to let him go! l begged you.

l could have begged you to let my father go,
but l didn't.

lt is a wonderful house. Everybody says so.

ldeal for what you want.
We could be happy there.

You think you could be?

We would bring the place alive, make it our own.

No.

- Trust me.
- No.

One day you will forget what Phil has done
and see only what he created.

- No.
- Gran...

- Evening, Bilson.
- Evening, sir.

Would you ask Henry
if he'd go down into the cellar,

and pick out the Steinberg?

- The '52, l think.
- Yes, sir.

- A celebratory drink's in order.
- Sir.

ls Mrs Forsyte feeling any better?

- Yes, sir.
- Good. Ask her to join me in the drawing room.

Mrs Forsyte went out at noon, sir.

She took two bags with her.

- Did she leave a message?
- No message.

l made sure to get her a carriage, sir.

Thank you, Bilson.

(lnhales deeply)

Don't do anything rash.

Go to Stainer's.

lf they can't find her, no-one will.

She won't blend easily into the mass.
Not with her face.

She won't come back. l know her.

We can still avoid a scandal.

- Mr Jolyon Forsyte, sir.
- What the devil does he want?

What can we do for you, Uncle?

l hear the new house is a white elephant.

l beg your pardon?

What l was thinking was,
if you're not going to live there...

Who told you that?

Ah...

l'm thinking of a place in the country,
and l'd look at it myself for the right price.

(Knocking at door)

- Yes, Gradman?
- Sorry to interrupt, Mr James, sir.

Mr Soames, sir,
there's a policeman here to see you.

Can you identify the body, sir?

That is Philip Baines Bosinney.

JOLYON: The poor buccaneer.

She'll be waiting for him.

June? Hm.

He's been lying here since last night.

There was nothing to identify him
apart from the court papers.

- No possessions of any value.
- The Times mentioned a man dead.

lt's a wonder more weren't killed.

The driver says the fog was not so thick there,
sir.

So Bosinney could have seen him?

He would have had more time
to see what he was about.

Unless his mind was elsewhere.

lt was that all right.

He tipped up at the office,
ranting and raving like a loon.

- When was this?
- Yesterday afternoon.

Sir?

l wasn't there.
He was a tempestuous fellow, certainly.

What you might call an artistic temperament.

We found some pawn tickets
at Mr Bosinney's rooms.

His account at the bank is overdrawn.

Legal defence doesn't come cheap.

Everyone knew defeat would ruin him.

Anxiety about the verdict...

financial pressures...

fears for his future and so on...

lt seems quite likely
the balance of his mind was upset.

Suicide?

Well, he was a tempestuous fellow.

He was passionate, talented...

A man with everything to live for.

ls that all?

Thank you, sir.

- Can l come in, June?
- Yes, Gran, come in.

l'm sorry, madam, you can't come in here.

ls Mr Bosinney here?

Mr Philip Bosinney.

He's a member here.

l know.

lf you'd care to wait there, madam...

Madam! Excuse me?

Madam!

Good Lord! What's going on?

l'm looking for Mr Bosinney, Mr Philip Bosinney.

Madam, you should not be here.

Why the devil is she up here?

Phil!

Madam, l asked you to wait in the foyer.

- l was simply...
- Ladies are expressly forbidden...

There is no need for this tone.

Jolyon, they won't tell me if Phil is here or not.

Mr Bosinney, sir.

- Get her a brandy.
- l...l don't wish to have a brandy.

- Come and sit down.
- The rules state...

Get her a brandy.

Come and sit down, lrene.

Gentlemen, would you mind leaving us?

Please!

There was an...accident last night.

Bosinney...

..was knocked over in the fog...

..and killed outright.

l'm so sorry.

lrene, sit down.

Soames is to blame.

lt was an accident.

He...

Phil...was looking for him.

He would have killed him if he had found him.

l'll see you home.

l have no home.

l'll um...

take you back to...

l'll take you back with me
if...if that's what you want.

lt's not what June would want,

or your father...

An hotel, then.

No.

We never set out to hurt June.

l know.

She was my friend.

You have been kinder than l deserve.

Where will you go?

Montpellier Square.

l have no choice.

You look exhausted.

You need to get some sleep.

- Yes.
- You need to think.

Don't do anything you might regret.

l regret every new breath.

You'd better come in.

My wife is back where she belongs.

- Your duty is discharged.
- l should explain.

- l've been expecting you.
- She is still distressed.

Then she will talk to me, her husband.

l'll bid you good night.

lrene...

This has happened for a reason.

We were meant to salvage something...

..start again.

ln time, you will see it as l do.

We have a new life,

a new house in Robin Hill,
should we choose to take it.

We can put all this behind us.

''All this''?

ln time, you will see.

�� Life is a dance we must learn

�� lnto the night we will turn

�� Time holds the secrets of our song

�� Moments are given, then gone

�� Come, have this dance with me, darling

�� l'll hold you tight till the dawn

�� Let the night see how l love you

�� So the moon can tell the sun

�� So the moon can tell the sun