Original subtitles

BIRDSONG, CHILDREN LAUGHING

ANN: 'Is the heart capable of boundless love?

'Or as it gives to one, does it take from another?

'Must there always be winners and losers?'

GRUNTING

'Can you still lose...

'..even when you think you've won?'

PANTING

'And is the game of love... ever really over?'

Here.

Let me.

Leave it on.

It suits you.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

For God's sake, stop fiddling!

Here.

Get out!

Stupid girl, she's hopeless.

Here, let me.

Any word from Papa?

I haven't given him much thought.

Do we think Jo will come skulking back in time?

DOG BARKS

I can't fathom what possessed him to leave home at all.

He's still waltzing round the office bold as brass.

LAUGHTER Poor Frances.

She's done her best, but she's never managed to tame him.

Of course, you scarcely know them, but trust me,

Frances will be smarting.

Please continue.

Of what were we speaking?

Ah.

Wha... CLEARS THROAT

Of how no-one knows what goes on inside a marriage...

..except the two people in it.

I beg to differ.

What you and Soames have is plain for all to see.

Hmm.

We're off to the park.

Would you care to join us?

That's kind, but I'm meeting June.

What fun.

So lovely that June has a companion her own age.

Shall we go?

Your wife has a mind of her own.

But isn't that why you married her?

Of course.

I, erm... I may have got carried away.

Glad I was spared.

THEY LAUGH

Well, I should leave you in peace.

Move into my club.

No, you don't need to do that,

but maybe you should ask Frances to reconsider her terms?

Dear Frances, where have you been?

No-one's seen you or dear Jolyon in weeks.

We've been enjoying the peace and quiet of home.

Then perhaps you've not heard?

Our own dear Horatio, engaged to young Countess Avery.

A fellow moth enthusiast?

Sweet girl who matches him in temperament and rank.

And how is June?

And Soames?

You Forsytes make such bold matrimonial choices.

Shall we see you at the Parker Barringtons?

If you prefer to keep a low profile, I do understand.

SHE CHUCKLES

Pure speculation.

But if people are starting to question?

SHE SIGHS

HORSE WHINNIES

DOG BARKS

HUBBUB OF VOICES

Where are we going?

You must promise not to tell, because Soames would be furious.

Soames?

PIANO PLAYS

Isn't she enchanting?

Extraordinary.

Morning, sir.

Jolyon...

will you be making an appearance at the gala?

He will indeed, cousin.

In fact, he will be giving the opening address.

It is, after all, the 50th anniversary,

and so highly appropriate for the heir apparent,

at this great juncture in our company's history,

to lay out his vision for the future.

As for your marital situation, it is not ideal.

So mend it.

Then return home to your excellent wife,

who has done absolutely nothing to merit your desertion,

and thus allay any doubts about your fitness to lead.

Is this actually something you want? As in?

Did you ever really intend to retire?

Why would you doubt it? Because you're still young,

and the fact that you keep pushing me...

Tells you that I was nowhere near ready to take a back seat?

Well, perhaps you're right.

But having seen you make the right call,

when I so spectacularly failed to do so...

..I am content with my decision.

SOFT PIANO MUSIC

It's been a struggle.

But trust me, I have a plan.

Ah, my dear.

You and I understand each other. Always have.

Knew from the moment we met

that you would be the jewel in our crown. Hmm.

Our task now is to bring the boy home in time for the gala.

Leave that to me.

IRENE: I'll show you Paris one day, where I grew up.

The city of romance, ballet and... and scandal.

JUNE: You must.

THEY LAUGH

I'd like to thank you for allowing us to watch you dance.

IRENE: My pleasure. JUNE: No, ours.

Would you excuse me, Pa? Mm-hm.

JUNE LAUGHS You wouldn't!

Oh, I would. My dear?

Shall we go?

Must we?

Mm.

You used to say you never wanted children.

I also said I wanted to live in a hut in Tahiti and paint sunsets.

What happened to that plan, eh?

At least I'll get to watch your child grow up.

And have some influence in their life.

Try not to set a... bad example.

And to your own children?

I think we both know you still have much to give.

You seem a little out of sorts.

Perhaps I'm still mourning.

Your father?

My life.

Or rather the one I was promised.

My dear, need we revisit this?

Paris was a beautiful dream.

Which you led me to believe you shared.

But for reasons beyond our control...

We are here.

And there is much to be grateful for.

There is.

But I cannot pretend it's what I would have chosen.

HUBBUB OF VOICES

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

CHUCKLES QUIETLY

SOAMES CLEARS THROAT

I take it you don't expect visitors.

No, not as a rule.

I have a question. Yes?

Why would a gentleman trust the architect of such... squalor...

..with the design and build of a country house?

Well, if you're at all familiar with the creative process...

I'm familiar with the works of great artists.

Then you'll appreciate that chaos can be the mother of inspiration.

Hmm.

And in your... inspired opinion...

..were a gentleman to contemplate

the commissioning of a country house,

where would he begin?

ISAAC: You have a visitor.

Waiting in the boardroom.

Harry Falconer.

Yes?

Your father and uncle refuse to offer compensation,

so you will cover his losses from funds that I'll provide.

Why would you provide?

Call it a moral obligation.

Your late grandfather and I, we...

..we knew his mother.

Who was she?

After she fell on hard times,

your grandfather provided a home, a family, a trust for the child,

which has recently matured,

and was squandered on your uncle's advice

in the gold mine debacle.

And the child's father?

I couldn't tell you.

Couldn't or won't?

Kindly make the necessary arrangements.

And while you're at it... Yes?

Your own affairs.

Get a grip on them, dear.

It'll be the making of you.

HE SIGHS

CHATTERING VOICES

SHE SIGHS

What a flattering gown.

Miss Louisa? Alas, no.

I was obliged to discontinue our arrangement.

The service was... disappointing.

Oh, you surprise me. I find her excellent.

Ah.

Although tediously she's now moved to the back of beyond.

Can't imagine why.

Perhaps she feared condemnation after her brave confession.

So courageous. Indeed.

The cause of fallen women. Such a complex one.

Is it not?

SOAMES: What is this place?

PHILIP: I believe it's called Robin Hill.

Your experience is limited.

I graduated top of my year.

Youthful enthusiasm is no substitute for skill.

One certainly wouldn't wish to pay a premium for it.

Indeed, one would expect that any fee, however small,

would be gratefully seized upon.

Then one would be mistaken.

I do not underestimate my worth, however others may choose to.

HE CHUCKLES

So, an uncritical presumption of need,

a commitment to provide unconditional support,

so that these women can begin to help themselves...

..as dear Louisa has demonstrated.

MURMURS OF AGREEMENT

And yet, might some of these women benefit more

from an atonement-based model?

LADY CARTERET: Atonement?

Interesting word.

As you know,

our aim is never to judge, but to support.

Whether or not they deserve it?

Well, I know I speak for many, when I say

that to ignore some of the damage done by these women

to decent, upstanding families

is an obstacle to many who might wish to contribute.

Perhaps you should form your own charity -

one that prizes correction and penance

above indiscriminate hand-outs.

I wish you luck.

MURMURS

WOMAN: Really, this is very uncouth.

I sense you have your reasons.

You must do what you think best.

When could you commence?

I'm sorry? You wish to...?

Commission some preliminary drawings,

so that I may assess your suitability.

At once, if you wish.

You will, however, refrain from discussing our arrangement,

with anyone.

Particularly my wife.

You understand that this is to be a surprise.

Of course.

What is it? Tell me.

I was ordered not to say.

By whom?

Soames Forsyte.

What on earth could he have to say?

Hey.

May I speak with your mama?

Mama went out.

Oh. Will you come in?

I'll ask Hannah to make some tea.

Yes. But only for a moment. SHE GIGGLES

You like painting? I do.

But Mama says I must practise more.

Well, these are excellent.

You've really captured the birds' feathers.

Mama said you're good at drawing.

Will you draw us?

BOY GASPS

I could.

No, no, no. You... You go on painting.

May I?

Yeah. Yes.

HOLLY: Much better than Jos.

May we keep it? Mama will love it.

I know something she'd like.

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

SHE LAUGHS

Are you not bursting with joy?

Oh, I know it's meant to be a secret, but of course you know.

Phil's commission, to build a house for you and Soames?

They agreed yesterday.

Sorry, what?

Did Soames not mention...?

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Phil said it was a secret, but I never thought from you!

You have to pretend when Soames tells you.

Look surprised, or he'll be furious with me.

But isn't it just the best of news?

I can get married, you get a beautiful new house...

HER VOICE FADES

KNOCK AT DOOR

Mrs Forsyte?

Is your husband...? No.

Won't you come in?

Is this about the commission? No.

Er, yes. I... hardly know.

Do you have questions?

Many. About the design?

About the site.

And the... purpose.

The site I can answer for.

Thirty miles from London, spectacular views,

no other dwelling for miles around.

As for the purpose...

Is that not obvious?

I shouldn't have come. I should be congratulating you and June.

Your wedding can be sooner. Yes.

I'm glad. It means the world to her.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

Mrs Forsyte!

Mrs Forsyte! Forgive me.

I could pretend to misunderstand your distress,

but who would that serve? It was wrong of me to involve you.

But how can I proceed,

knowing that what I've been commissioned to build

will effectively be your prison?

That's not the word I used.

It was implied.

And is not... inaccurate.

SHE SIGHS

Then all that remains is to find a way to make a graceful exit.

What... What do you mean? But I can't be the one.

That will alert your husband and devastate June.

I must make him withdraw of his own accord.

But June will be distraught.

And you, it's your first commission.

I'm arrogant enough to believe there'll soon be another.

SHE LAUGHS

I really don't know what to say.

Say absolutely nothing.

Mama!

GIGGLING

We have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.

Oh!

SHE LAUGHS

Open your eyes.

Do you like it, Mama?

Er, go and play outside.

Do we have to? Yes, please.

WAVES LAPPING, LAUGHTER ECHOES

CLOCK BELLS CHIME

Yes?

I've brought some preliminary designs.

With costings.

Your efficiency bodes well.

Some mistake, surely?

As in "several noughts too many"?

To design a property befitting the status

and the magnitude of a gentleman such as yourself...

I asked you to build me a house, not the Palace of Westminster!

I cannot in all conscience reduce the scale,

and thus the cost, by a single penny.

Then you have done yourself out of a commission, sir.

Mr Bosinney. Was just leaving.

Good day to you both.

Why was he here?

I had thoughts of commissioning a house.

We have a house. Of our own.

Away from these prying, gossiping...

Who do you mean?

Your family has been nothing but kind.

My thought was to remove ourselves from the city altogether,

to the countryside, where we might have room to breathe.

And Mr Bosinney has been unable to deliver that vision?

Unfortunately, yes.

The arrogant young pup has just priced himself out of the market.

SHE SIGHS

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

KNOCK AT DOOR

You asked to see me?

Ah, yes.

To see if you've come to your senses.

Or are you still minded to favour your mistress over your wife?

She's not my mistress.

People make assumptions.

No-one knows of our previous attachment,

and now that our connection is platonic...

Despite the fact that you left our home?

You know why I left our home.

Because I couldn't agree to cease contact with my children.

Well...

..as to that...

..I might be willing to reconsider.

Reconsider how?

I give a little.

You give a little.

We both want the same thing.

You...

..home...

..in time for the gala.

DOOR OPENS

Harry Falconer.

Yes?

Writing to thank us for reimbursing his losses.

What?

Did you have something to do with this?

Hardly! Did you?

Absolutely not.

Then who? And why?

Quite the mystery.

Yes.

BELL CHIMES

GIGGLING, WHISPERING

SHE LAUGHS

WHISPERING

SHE LAUGHS

THEY LAUGH

I was thinking about that day we met.

Seems an age ago.

And still we... barely know each other.

I disagree.

Perhaps it's that we... just want such different things.

Is this about Paris?

Paris is when I first realised.

What?

How...

..unalike we are.

Hmm.

I look forward to seeing what you've chosen for the gala.

It's important to make an impact.

You should wear your new necklace.

MURMUR OF VOICES

Morning, sir.

Slightly alarming.

Talk of Jo returning home.

If we can't play the "tarnishing the company reputation" card...

Thought I should mention -

planning to make a splash at the grand event,

so if you'd like me to give the address?

Next generation rising like salmon to scale the rapids of opportunity?

Yes. Thank you, I'll bear that in mind.

What's this I hear?

You, treating us to your "vision for the future" at our gala?

I can hardly wait.

Care to give us a taster?

Not especially. Well, let me guess.

"Profit is the devil, caution is king,

"and if our clients lose money, it's up to us to bail them out"?

If it's due to us giving poor advice, then, yes.

Nothing to do with their own greed or wilful ignorance?

Everything to do with our obligation

to urge them not to put their eggs in one basket

no matter how "guaranteed" the returns

or by how much commission we stand to make.

And to say otherwise is just...

Yes? What is it?

Morally bankrupt.

Oh, that...

that's priceless!

Our would-be chair,

the most degenerate member of the firm

presumes to preach morality to the rest of us.

To the man who knowingly capsized the Durham Mining Company,

thereby ruining their investors,

including his own future father-in-law,

making his wife-to-be destitute.

SHOCKED MURMURS

She doesn't know, does she?

And this from the man who's conveniently jilted his wife

so he can debauch his mistress and fawn over his brats?

Is this the type of leadership you're after?

MURMUR OF CONVERSATION

CLOCK TICKING

TICKING

Jolyon is late.

No, my love, I really think you would be happier

if we moved to the country house.

LAUGHTER

ALICIA: How was the garden party? I heard it was exquisite.

Yes, it was. Champagne, madam?

LAUGHTER, CHATTER

What a scrumptious distraction you are.

Thank you.

Has anyone seen Jolyon?

HE SIGHS

Is Jolyon proposing to make some sort of grand entrance?

He'll be here, rest assured. Exciting.

Where's Jo? Did he not leave with you?

He left ahead of me.

I thought he'd be here.

Right.

It's so exciting. I can't quite believe it.

We're getting married!

Phil, aren't you just thrilled beyond words?

I know Mama has plenty of plans already.

Do excuse me.

From Soames?

You guessed.

Reminds me of one my late husband gave me.

Haven't worn it in years.

WOMAN: We had a splendid time today. Ah.

You're in luck, Mrs Forsyte...

Well, Soames has reconsidered the commission.

Reconsidered? Does he not like the design?

He dislikes the price. Reduce it.

Cannot be done. Not without detriment to the plans.

Well, what about our plans? There are other considerations.

Think of Irene. How will she feel? I am thinking of Irene.

I suspect she may not be as keen on the idea as Soames.

Oh.

Well, it is true, we'd... we'd hardly ever see each other.

And it would be just the two of them.

But our wedding, I can't bear the thought of having to wait.

Nor I, but... Mr Bosinney.

On further consideration, I believe the site will suit me well.

Let us proceed. I'm sorry?

You will build me a house at Robin Hill.

SHE SIGHS I knew you'd come.

Well, your father was right.

We shouldn't have doubted you.

And I've been at fault.

Issuing ultimatums, forcing you to make a choice

when you'd have come to your senses of your own accord.

Frances... We can salvage this.

Our marriage, your ascension.

This is our moment.

Frances, I'm sorry.

For everything you've worked for, everything you've done...

..you deserve a better return.

I do.

And I cannot give it.

Yesterday, it struck me.

Battling with Soames, fighting to impose my will on the company,

my heart's not in it.

It never was.

I don't understand. What are you saying?

That I'll never cease to love you...

..respect, admire, and provide for you.

But I'll never return to the firm.

Or this house.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

I'm sorry.

I tried.

You're very kind. Not kind.

It's just...

..the thought of you being with...

I won't give up.

I swear it.

I can't.

There will be no divorce.

Your children will not be legitimised.

You will suffer rejection from the family...

..the firm...

..from all of London.

I accept that.

I thought I'd moulded you

into something resembling a rational being.

I was mistaken.

So go.

You were once interesting to me.

Now you bore me.

Goodbye, Frances.

SHE CRIES

LAUGHTER, CHATTER

Where is he? Is he coming?

I've been looking all over for the man of the hour.

Where is dear Jolyon?

I'm afraid he's just been called away.

On such an auspicious day?

How disappointing for you all.

A small inconvenience.

I trust we're more than capable

of enjoying the festivities in his absence.

Mr Cole.

I wonder if I might call upon you to transact some business for me.

Er, yes, of course.

My late father left a property in Camden

which has lain empty for many years.

I propose to donate it to the charity.

Well, that's most generous.

For conversion into suitable accommodation for needy women.

Of course I'm no expert,

but perhaps you could advise me on matters legal and beyond?

It would be a pleasure. Impressive performance.

Isn't that how the higher species evolve?

By their ability to adapt?

I suspect you and I will work very well together.

So, Jo's bolted. Shall I step in, say a few words?

Hand over to Soames? Passing of the torch, all that?

I think, on balance...

..no.

No?

I prefer to do the honours myself.

Pray, silence for her Illustrious Highness,

Mrs Ann Euphemia Isadora Forsyte.

Dear friends,

no doubt you were expecting an address

from one of the male members of this firm?

Instead, you have me.

Perfectly placed

to judge the merits and the demerits of this formidable clan.

Since my arrival,

there have been many newcomers to the Forsyte ranks.

All of you will have wondered

what you were letting yourself in for.

Before becoming Forsytes in your own right.

So...

..what defines this family?

What is a Forsyte?

A Forsyte is someone who knows the value of loyalty.

And family.

And repute.

We are tenacious.

We are survivors.

And we should never, ever...

..be underestimated.

APPLAUSE

Only a fool would underestimate you.

Or you, my love.

Seems a shame to let a prime seat go to waste.

Oh, Monty, you wouldn't dare.

I think I know my own worth, Freddie.

Wiggins, remove the chair.

This should have been his moment.

You mean your moment?

Eyes on the camera, please. Holding it still now.

Right.

Mama. Harry Falconer...

Yes?

It was you who paid him off.

Why would you do that?

My dear boy...

..let's enjoy the day.

We can speak of these things some other time.

But, Mama, who is he?

He's my grandson.

LAUGHTER, CHATTER

Do you remember the day you proposed?

Vividly.

You said to me...

..if we were unable to make a success of our marriage...

..then you would release me.

I cannot imagine saying any such thing.

SHE GASPS

I came to finish the painting.

There is no urgency.

I believe there is.

I wish to resume my work as an artist.

An ambition I gave up ten years ago

as incompatible with the aims of my father and my wife.

Oh, don't mistake me, I've been blessed.

I've had wealth, status,

a beautiful wife, an adorable stepdaughter.

And I could have gone on living a comfortable, privileged half-life

if you hadn't walked into that room on June's 18th birthday.

And now?

It's done.

I've resigned.

From the firm. From my family.

From my marriage.

You... You can't. What are... What are you thinking?

Thinking I can no longer lie to her.

Or to myself.

Or to you.

I want to paint.

I want to be a father to our children.

I want to live with you.

We'll be outcasts. We'll be poor.

I cannot give you my name.

But I can give you my love.

If you'll have me.

Do you even need to ask?