All language subtitles for The Forsytes s01e04

The call of duty.

Is it to ourselves?

Or to others?

Each generation debates the dilemma.

Follow the money or follow your heart.

June and I agree. You mustn't reproach
yourself.

The children.

It's not as if you left them unprovided
for.

They'll inherit a considerable sum when
they reach their maturity.

They will.

And I understand the struggle.

The power of first love. And when there
are consequences... I've cut ties with

her, Frances.

There's nothing more to be said.

And for that, June and I are grateful.

So, may we now turn our attention to the
carterets?

Gracie?

Figaro? He's slower than treacle.

I feel quite neglected.

Two weeks and not even a postcard.

Surely he can't be that busy.

Oh, I don't know.

Well, firstly, I'm enjoying the peace.

So much less drama.

Don't Joe would agree with you?

Oh, yes!

Once the dust has settled...

We need to implement the succession
without delay. Why the urgency?

I waited a long time to become chairman.

Nothing prepares you for the loneliness,
the lack of a mentor, everyone waiting

for you to fail.

So I want you to take on the mantle now
while I'm still here to guide you.

And since Soames is away, we can use his
absence.

To do what?

To assure the doubters that you and not
he are the man for the job.

When will you tell them?

I've already written to my father.

I told him Forsakenco should explore new
markets, that I intend to set up an

office here in Paris where I can have
complete autonomy.

Won't he applaud that?

No.

He'll want me in London, fulfilling his
lifelong ambition to thwart his brother.

Believe me, I'd do a better job than my
cousin, but I've told him I need a new

challenge. You have me.

Am I not challenge enough?

You are.

Let me see. What are you?

A wild thing?

A wood nymph?

A goddess?

I saw the sunrise today.

What?

Where? When?

In the garden.

You went out alone?

I left the early morning light.

But, my darling, we're husband and wife
now. We should want to do everything

together.

Everything?

Is that not what marriage is about?

Of course.

The next time I wake.

Ah,

Forsyte.

Is it true?

Stone's missing in action? Yes, Miss
Honeymoon.

Poor excuse, I grant you.

Can I help?

Hmm. Ceylon Gold, Sir Jimmy Buckland's
venture.

Soames told me it's a gold mine.

Literally.

Good. Count me in.

To the tune of... Well, it's your
choice, of course, Mr Cully, but

I'd advise against.

Sir Jim has a dubious safety record,
prone to accidents and human

fatalities. I really... And?

If there are a few careless labourers
lost down a mine, it's more price to pay

for such fabulous returns.

Couldn't agree more. James Forsyth,
allow me to expedite your purchase this

With me?

The rest you've done yourself.

Oh.

How?

And to that end, I have a favor to beg.

Of course, anything.

I hesitate to ask.

It would involve a risk, and it concerns
my forthcoming fundraising event.

June!

It's our Philip of Culver Street.

June Renegade of Hyde Park.

Thank you.

I thought you might not come.

It was very impersonal of you to ask me.

But perhaps you think the rules of
polite society don't apply to us.

they think them petty.

Parochial. Irrational.

Seriously, can men and women not be
friends?

Do friends accept gifts?

Recite me one.

When old age shall this generation
waste, thou shalt remain, in midst of

woe than ours, a friend to man, to whom
thou sayest... Beauty is truth.

Truth, beauty.

That is all ye know on earth.

And all ye need to know.

Where shall we live?

The side.

The Tuileries.

The Champs -Élysées.

When I was tiny, we lived in three rooms
above a baker's shop.

And my father bought me a canary.

But my mother said that wild things
should never be kept in cages.

So she let it fly away.

No doubt to be eaten by a cat.

Well,

three rooms won't do for us.

We shall need to entertain.

Forge connection.

Oh, now you're about to discover my
guilty secret.

My mum never taught me how to play the
hostess.

That's it.

Our marriage is over.

You realise we'll have a housekeeper.

Servants. And your mother will think me
woefully lacking.

I'm sure she already thinks I've led you
astray.

Led me astray?

Have you?

My father taught me university was a
waste of time and money.

Likewise, Europe.

The Grand Tour.

So at 16, I was on the floor of the
stock exchange, learning the ropes.

Now don't mistake me none of it was
wasted but Now

Is my duty to the company Or

to myself

You've set me free.

Someone's all of a glow.

Must be the right.

The wind was bracing.

Suits you.

You should go more often.

Well, I think I will.

So, the hunt is on. Will it be a chase
or a trap?

Frances will have it all planned.

She learned from the master.

Utterly brazen.

Might as well stick her on a plate with
an apple in her mouth.

Olivia sends her regrets.

She's visiting the Fitzgeralds. She and
young Anthony have formed an attachment.

Oh, how delightful.

That was quick.

Poor Cyril finds it all so confusing.

Shall we find you a little treat? Why
don't you? There we are.

Have you met Mrs.

Parker Barrington? She's back in London.
I'd be happy to introduce you.

Oh, no, no need.

I knew her in Geneva when she was first
married. Sweet girl.

Husband an absolute dick.

She and I hiked the Matterhorn together.

And...

I understand you have an extensive
collection of moths.

Yes. I've been longing to know, what
distinguishes a moth from a butterfly?

Oh, well, in fact, they do have things
in common.

Both belong to the Lepidoptera species,
from the Greek lepis meaning scale and

teron meaning wing.

Fascinating.

That could hardly have gone better.

June was transformed.

You did her very proud.

Splendid evening.

Do you really think she's had a change
of heart? It would certainly make things

easier.

Soames. Finally.

I trust he's announcing his imminent
return?

Not coming home.

Oh, my heart, I shall faint.

Can it be true?

It must be her doing.

Well, you can't deny she's a bewitching
little creature.

What can he be thinking?

Setting up on his own an imperishable
place.

Although, with Soames gone, might a
fellow step up?

What fellow?

Someone with expertise on risk
investment.

Gambling, you mean? And for the mantle
of favoured child.

Think about it, Freddie.

With Sames away, you and I are the
preeminent pair of our generation.

Nobody is to hear of this.

Understood? Of course.

On my honour.

My heart will break.

How should we live without him?

Hear yourselves.

Is he serious? No, he's clever.

If Joe gets the chair, do you see Soames
taking orders?

This way he gets to be master of his own
domain.

Good thinking.

No, not good.

Defeatist.

Joe mustn't be allowed to get the chair.
Soames must return and fight his

corner.

I need to send a telegram.

Dear Mrs.

Forsythe, so good of you to come.

Did I hear?

There may soon be exciting news about
your daughter and young Horatio.

I couldn't possibly comment.

Lady Carter herself dropped a hint.

She's asked me to donate to her charity
for the reclamation of fallen women.

And I wondered whether you might be
persuaded to join us.

Of course, one must... Support any
scheme that takes these wretched

off the streets.

Perhaps we can find ways to alleviate
their wretchedness.

They're both very hot.

Try to get some sleep, my darlings. I
don't like it.

What Mrs. Barrington wants you to do?

She couldn't have asked me at a worse
time.

Will these foresight budden around?

She wasn't to know. I've never told her
who the children's father was.

If you do it...

It could ruin you.

An invitation to Frampton Park?

Oh. What's that?

The Carteret family seat.

Am I invited?

I think we both know you're the main
attraction, my love.

Oh,

my dear friend!

Oh,

it's wonderful!

So, champagne?

Are you ready, guys?

We celebrate, don't we?

But no, you absolutely have to try our
house specialty, the absinthe.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, all together.

stupid. I thought if I appeared
compliant, then Mama would be more

would take my wishes into account. But
now that... Frampton Park?

Yes.

That can only mean one thing.

He intends to propose.

I suppose we'll never meet again.

I wish it could be otherwise.

Perhaps you should marry me.

I think I'd prefer it.

No, I really would prefer it.

June, let's be serious. How on earth
would we live? I'd have my settlement.

There'll be no settlement.

If your father refuses his consent, and
believe me, he will... Then we'll run

away. And live on what?

I have debt.

No reputation.

I'm yet to secure a meaningful
commission. Sometimes I live on cocoa.

But none of this matters if we love each
other.

I... I shouldn't have said that.

But you did.

So...

One can have too much of a good thing.

So, do you intend to make a habit of
advising clients against surefire

investment?

What's this?

Ceylon gold.

As predicted.

Colossal profits.

But it seems Joe is unable to conquer
his squeamishness. I doubt I ever will.

You should ask Darty.

Sure he's made of sterner stuff?

Did I hear my name?

Sir Jimmy Buckland's gold mine.

Shares currently showing a 40 % uplift.

Ooh, I like the sound of that.

The purpose of this firm is solely to
make a profit for its clients.

But if the heir apparent shows
queasiness at its methods, is he really?

Acting in our best interest.

It appears Horatio Carteret is partial
to June.

Wow.

Think of that.

When we go to Frampton Park, I believe
he will ask for her hand.

And he's the heir.

Which eventually means, of course, that
June herself will be Lady Cartwright.

Just what those high and mighties need.

A bit of spark and personality.

Feather in your cap, my dear.

And to you too, June, of course.

Assuming her father consents, why
wouldn't he?

Can you think of a reason?

Not unless June can.

My love?

Sorry, I was miles away.

What was the question?

Is there any reason I shouldn't consent
to you marrying Horatio Carter?

Yes, I believe there is, on account of
the fact that I'm already engaged.

His name's Philip Ruffini.

He's an architect, one of the New School
and...

Very bright.

He lives on Culver Street.

It's also his office.

He's still awaiting his birth
commission, but he's so talented, he's

in great demand once... Darling, that's
enough.

No -one finds this remotely amusing.

I don't know.

I met him at the opera.

He's a modernist and utterly rejects
outmoded traditions, such as... Asking

father for his daughter's hand before he
proposes?

Actually, I proposed.

Of course you did.

Am I to understand there's actually some
truth to this ridiculous... June,

what are you doing?

Following my heart.

Oh, dear.

But how did... Where could... Tell her.
It's out of the question.

June, a word, please.

Did you know anything about this?

Why would I?

We know she likes to confide in you.

Perhaps she thought I'd disapprove.

Which obviously you do.

You don't understand.

It's not like anyone I've ever known.

He cares about things that matter, about
right and wrong.

He doesn't want to control me. He wants
me to be just who I am.

And that's unlike anyone you've ever
known?

Yes.

So I should meet him?

What is it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

May a man not look upon his most
treasured possession.

Am I really such a thing?

And more.

How could I have done this?

Failed to communicate the foresight
imperative.

Seize the crown, lead, instead of
playing second fiddle.

It's been the point of my life not to
set my son on the chair.

Is that what you put in your telegram?

Obviously not.

I told him if he didn't take the next
train home from Paris, I'd come and drag

him home by his earlobes.

Oh, well, that'll do it.

Ah.

Mr. Bethany.

Please.

Ladies, you've done me the honor of
inviting me to join your campaign.

And while I suspect that the scale of my
donation may have influenced your

choice, I hope I may have something more
than guineas to offer.

No doubt you think we're presumptuous,
daring to aspire to the hand of an

heiress.

As you can see, my cuff's afraid, my
coat is worn, and to demonstrate the

between us, you invite me to a place
whose membership fees four times my

salary.

Actually, I chose it because it's around
the corner from your office.

Tell me about yourself.

I'm a radical.

I've declined to bow to convention.

My family is undistinguished.

My studies have left me in debt. So if
you've come here to tell me that I must

look elsewhere, I can... I've come here
to ask why you love my daughter.

I've never met anyone like her.

We see the world in the same way.

She's spirited and brave.

And, yes, I love her.

And if you don't believe me, then... Oh,
what if I do believe you?

You supported this cause long before I
arrived.

The hostels you fund for the women you
save. The clergy you pay to instruct

in the error of their way. The homes you
find amongst the childless gentry for

their wretched offspring. No one can
doubt.

The rigor of your purpose.

But what is the ultimate aim of your
charity?

Punishment? Moral superiority?

Or material assistance?

Let me introduce to you a lady whose
history you may find

instructive.

Some of you know me. You honor me with
your custom.

and kind enough to invite me into your
homes.

Ten years ago, I was penniless,
homeless.

Mrs. Parker Barrington heard of my
distress.

She could have judged me, made a
reckoning of my failings, but instead

me how she could help.

She found me lodgings, a midwife,
sustenance. She asked me what skills I

possessed and employed me as a
dressmaker, recommended me to her

of you.

Have helped to make me what I am today.

Not a burden on society, but a
contributor.

Heartwarming story.

But there's a vast difference between
you and the women that we try to help.

You are not what we call fallen.

And if I was, would I deserve the
workhouse?

My children removed.

Myself confined to penitence and shame.

Widowhood and poverty are not sins.

I wasn't a widow.

My children were born out of wedlock.

Their father...

died

before they were born.

Now do you judge me?

Do I appear less deserving to you now?

Not to me.

And not, I hope, to any here.

Forgive me, I must go.

You know, you strike me as a fortune
hunter.

How would you support her?

I will.

That is at present.

And I can't.

But I have prospects. I'm currently
seeking a major commission.

Is money the be -all and end -all?

It is for those who are used to it.

I can't agree to this marriage.

Until you've completed your first
commission.

Till then I consent to an engagement.

I have no doubt we'll be seeing a lot of
each other.

I'm here, my darlings.

I'm here now.

You agreed to an engagement?

Why?

He's impulsive, argumentative, and
currently without means.

It could be years before he makes his
first commission. Exactly.

And by then, the romance would have lost
its sheen.

All stood the test of time.

And you're willing to take that chance?

What is this?

You living vicariously?

Allowing June to do what you always
regretted not doing?

Not in the slightest.

I'm only at peace with my decision.

I knew it.

You were never going to consent because
you've no idea how it feels to truly

follow your heart, to go on.

Tell me!

We give you permission to get engaged.

And now we assure the outside world

that we couldn't be happier.

Is there a pact to lower the tone of
this family?

First Soames, now June.

There's no one regard for pedigree.

You'll note the lack of announcement.

June's engagement.

No surprise.

I wouldn't advertise such a mismatch.

No wonder the engagement party is close
family only.

Poor Francis has such high hopes.

I'd be so disappointed.

Did I ever tell you that when I was
five, I fell into the sand?

Where were your parents?

Beside me.

But I could swim, so my mother was happy
for me to take risks.

She was a gambler?

Like you.

With other people's money.

I take calculated risks.

Like chancing your happiness for someone
you barely know.

Come with me. I have a surprise.

Isaac mentioned June's engagement.

Oh, we couldn't be more delighted.

Of course, June could have had her pick,
but we believe that young people should

follow their hearts. Oh, I wholly agree.

I want to thank you for joining us the
other day.

I hope you were persuaded of the cause.

Dear Louisa, she's such a shining
example of what can be achieved.

Yes, yes.

Very commendable.

Still, it's a struggle with two little
ones to take care of.

And when they both go down with the
fever... Well, I'm so sorry, I have to

I'm expected at the Devonshires for
luncheon.

Are they very sick?

Scarlet fever, apparently.

Poor darling.

But tell me, how is dear Isaac?

I went and did it wonderful.

And I meet the director next week.

And just think, if he accepts me, you
can come and pick me up every night

the performance.

Oh, you should meet Yvette's brother.

He's a painter. He comes to watch all of
the rehearsals.

I honestly just can't wait for you to
see me dance.

Oh, just imagine.

You can meet me at the stage door every
night.

And when we're settled in our new
apartment, you go to the cafe.

And when we're settled in our new
apartment, shall we invite your family

visit?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

My love.

There's something I haven't mentioned.

A telegram from my father.

Is he well?

Beside himself.

That I told him my plans in a letter
when I should have done it face to face.

What was I thinking?

I believe I must return.

That short a honeymoon.

And my audition, should I rearrange?

By all means.

But you must see I owe my father an
explanation.

In person.

Of course.

Of course, I do see that.

So let's return to London and settle
things.

Once and for all.

How do we know that this fellow isn't
some money -grubbing opportunist?

What is Frances thinking?

She will know that when the heart is set
on something, the more it's forbidden,

the more it's craved.

Surely you don't imagine June wants this
boy just to prove she can have him?

I once knew a couple of young men who
pursued the same girl.

Simply so the other wouldn't get her.

Let me fetch you a drink.

Something amiss?

What?

Nothing to concern you.

No one would believe we used to be best
of friends. It was a long time ago.

Before the old man pitted us against
each other.

Yes, shape up, make sacrifices.

Was it a sacrifice?

For you?

Alexander?

No more than it was for you.

Do you sometimes wonder where she
disappeared to?

As do I.

Still, it all turned out for the best.

Emily and you.

Edith and I.

Yes.

Splendid women.

Saved us from ourselves.

I almost feel sorry for him.

Don't.

Did you see his hat?

He left it on a chair and Emily mistook
it for a cat.

Uncle James, you look as if you'd like
to commission a new house and here's

just brimming with clever ideas. I can
expect your uncle's perfectly content

with his own house.

But should the opportunity ever arise...

I'm sure you could come to my office and
view my portfolio.

There, now. What a kind invitation.

Well, here we are.

Francis and I ask you to join us in
raising a glass to the newly engaged

Tune in, Philip.

Tune in.

How could a water rebel

take away their cause?

Are they?

Please tell me they're not.

They're not.

Their fever's passed. They're sleeping.