All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga - Episode 13

Fleur?

Oh, ma petite Fleur!

What has happened?

Mummy...

( begins to cry )

( Fleur breathlessly sobbing )

Do you remember?

When you were a little girl,
I used to brush your hair.

A hundred strokes!

( chuckles )

How you hated it!

Do you want it up,
or maybe a bow?

I don't care.

A bow, I think.

The more miserable
one is on the inside,

the more important it is
to decorate the outside.

It doesn't matter anymore.

You feel too much,
like your father.

You always have.

What does he know?

This extraordinary idea
that one should marry

the person one is
in love with.

In France, a husband
is for convenience.

Lovers are for love.

What do you think?

The new look.

It's very chic,
very "Colette."

I brought you
the new book from Paris.

I'm getting lines.

You are very beautiful,

and no one can take that
away from you.

Find yourself
a good man--

a man that won't
cause you trouble.

Then look elsewhere
for your passion.

( knock at door )

Come in.

Mr. Mont's here again.

I don't want to see him.

He brought these.

And these.

( laughing )

He's an idiot!

And these.

( laughing )

What shall I tell him?

Come back
tomorrow

and he might
find me up.

( crying )

Oui.

You shouldn't
invest in stocks.

Too high-risk.

Take out bonds.

Bonds are boring.

I have bonds.

Exactly.

So did your father,
and mine.

The Forsytes probably
invented the concept.

( knock at door )

Monsieur Profond, ma'am.

Prosper!

I thought you'd gone!

How lovely to see you.

Europe is
a dull place.

And I pined
for Green Street.

Nonsense.

Business brought
you back, then?

A long-term investment.

GEORGE:
Delighted,

old boy.

Oh, you're
just the thing.

I want to park my money,

and George is no good.

GEORGE:
Well, if you insist on shares,

you should get Soames
to handle it for you.

Keep it in the family.

I've never had
the ready in my life!

I'm not about to give
it to anyone else to play with.

Well said.

WINIFRED:
As far as I can see,

investment is just a
sophisticated form of gambling.

And it's not as if I don't
know about that, is it?

PROFOND:
The American market

is where you should start.

Wall Street is in the doldrums

at the moment, but
it is going to go up.

Really?

Um...

I think I'll go to the club.

Oh... dear.

You'll excuse me?

IRENE:
Jon?

I'm going upstairs.

Jon!

There's someone
to see you.

Not now.

These are good.

They are very good.

You're lucky to see
them here at all.

My sister's about
to make off with them

and hang them all
in her gallery.

You come from
an artistic family.

Sometimes it's hard
to live up to.

Were your parents
artists?

No, they were peasants,

from the north
of Armenia.

But you're so...

Rich?

Yes, I make it
my life's work.

I'm sorry.

I've been rude.

Things are difficult
at the moment.

You need
a change of scene.

You are
an outdoors chap.

I have some mines
in British Columbia if you...

That's a big change!

And it's kind
of you, but...

Six months ago,
I'd love to have gone

to British Columbia.

The beauty of the world.

I look at it now,

and it doesn't seem
beautiful anymore.

You are in a poor way?

I am, rather.

So is Fleur Forsyte,
from what I hear.

How did you know?

She has been ill
apparently.

But happily,

she's better now,
returning to bloom.

The sun is
shining on her

in the form
of a young man, Michael Mont.

Do you know him?

No.

A favorite of hers,
it seems.

Has been for a while.

� bient�t.

Yes, good-bye.

Take care.

What an amusing man!

Fleur's got
someone else.

Already!

Already!

Mind the...

Good, good.

Follow me,
follow me, through here.

Just here.

I want it in front
of this panel.

MOVER:
Is this okay, sir?

SOAMES:
Yes, fine.

Stop just there,
thank you.

Good.

It's electrically pumped.

It reproduces perfectly.

And we're off.

( Rachmaninoff prelude playing)

( Annette gasping )

It's wonderful!

MONT:
Madame,

will you dance with me?

Shall we?

Don't be stupid.

( music continues
with flourish )

( laughing )

ANNETTE:
Bravo, bravo!

They're dancing
madly in there!

I'm out of puff!

Michael's staying
for lunch.

Does she like him?

Fleur?

Of course Fleur!

I haven't asked her.

Usually, she'd
have told me...

until this summer.

This boy...

I've done nothing wrong.

This boy Jon Forsyte,
he hurt her.

She's angry.

Why with me?

Because she can be.

Will she come back?

( music continues
in background )

I hope so.

Thank you...

for coming back from France

so quickly.

It was nothing.

We needed you, and you came.

It is rather amazing...

a piano that plays
on its own.

There'll be proper
wireless transmission soon.

These old things
will be swept away.

It'll change everything.

Ideas will finally
have a channel.

Of course, it'll
be very dangerous.

Why?

It's easy to lie
when you're not face to face.

Sometimes I think
that you like me.

Otherwise why would
you want me here?

Why would you keep me
hanging on?

And sometimes I think

that you really
don't care at all.

Is there someone else?

No.

Then I'm going
to ask you again.

And if the answer's "no,"
I'm not coming back.

But we're friends.

I believe I could make you happy
as more than that.

Will you marry me, Fleur?

Would you do anything for me?

Even if everybody
told you not to,

would you stand
by me anyway?

If you were my wife,
I would.

Then I'll do it.

I'll marry you.

( all laughing and talking )

GEORGE:
A toast!

To the happy couple!

ALL:
The happy couple!

Michael.

Congratulations, my dear.

( breathes deeply )

My darling.

Well, you'll have
to let me beat you

at billiards now, young man.

Absolutely, sir, I promise.

Every night.

GEORGE:
It's a bit speedy, isn't it?

She's not
up the duff, is she?

Oh, George!

You are not enjoying
your port?

Oh, sorry.

It's rather grand,
in a small way.

It's delicious.

Have you thought any more
about British Columbia?

You're so nice to me,
and I don't know why.

You lie terribly.

It's most amusing.

Thank you.

I also have a small
concern in New York.

A printing business.

Printing?

You could get your hands
dirty in that way.

You would have to work.

I don't mind that.

My mother would be
pretty much alone.

I think your mother
is quite capable

of looking
after herself.

MONT:
Ah, gentlemen.

MAN:
There you are, you old devil.

Getting hitched?

You should see her.

She's a beauty.

To Michael...

and his wife-to-be.

Fleur.

MEN:
Fleur!

You did not know?

I'm sorry.

She can't love him.

She is marrying him.

When?

Soon.

She must be doing it to hurt me.

Why don't you find out?

ANNETTE:
What's King Lear all about?

Fathers, daughters,
inheritance.

The usual things.

SOAMES:
So, he's back.

He's been here a while.

Didn't you know?

I hear congratulations
are in order.

You do not lose a daughter,
Mr. Forsyte,

but you gain a son.

That's the general idea.

Madame.

Unlike King Lear, of course,
who lose everything.

The death of his daughter
Cordelia is utterly unnecessary.

Well, you've given it away!

A sacrifice
to the proprieties

of tragedy.

Oh, you dropped
your program.

Oh.

In the 18th century,
they rewrote the ending.

Cordelia lived.

So did her husband
and her doting father.

Everyone happy
ever after.

Quite right.

MONT:
Shall we see you

in the interval?

I doubt I'll endure
that long.

� bient�t.

( softly ):
Excuse me.

MONT:
You all right?

I'm a little hot.

ACTOR:
Go thou.

I'll fetch some flax
and whites of eggs

to apply
to his bleeding face.

Now, heaven help him!

( orchestra plays;
audience applauds )

Excuse me.

( comments quietly )

Ah, where's Fleur?

Who was the boy, sir,
with Profond?

Boy?

Dark, good looking.

Fleur looked like
she'd seen a ghost.

With Profond?

Are you sure?

If she had a former attachment,
I need to know.

A silly romance.

He trifled with her.

He threw her over.

And is she over it now?

If she wasn't,
she wouldn't be marrying you.

Annette, my dear.

Are you all right?

Stupid to feel so faint.

The play's about
to start again.

I thought
I saw someone I knew.

Well, they're
not here now.

If you saw them,
they've gone.

Are you ready
to go back in?

I'm ready.

Good.

Fleur...

I haven't got
much time.

I'm shopping with
Michael and mother.

Presents for
the bridesmaids.

So what do you want?

I had to see you.

Why?

Do you love him?

Really love him?

What do you think?

It's possible.

So you believe I could do that--

love you one day,
body and soul,

and forget about you
the next.

No, I...

If you don't love him,
why are you marrying him?

To get away from home,
of course!

I can't stand my father.

Michael's nice.

He'll look
after me.

Nice.

Well?

Nice isn't enough!

A marriage for convenience
is terrible.

What are my alternatives?

You know I still love you.

How can I know that?

Oh, I think about you
every moment of every day.

Is that why you're here?

We'd be ruining
too many people's lives--

my mother's,
your father's.

Not this again.

We cannot exist
in a bubble, Fleur.

But we can't exist
for other people.

You see?

We think differently.

No, Jon.

Not really.

I might be selfish,
but at least I'm honest.

None of this
matters.

It's all excuses.

The truth is,
they poisoned you against me--

your mother,
your family...

No.

They made you doubt me.

I can see it now

in the way
you look at me.

Is she really like her father--
a grasping, greedy Forsyte?

No! I don't think like that.

( softly ):
But you don't want me back.

You brought me here today

to make sure I don't belong
to someone else.

And what's that
if not possession--

possession of the lowest sort?

I'm so sorry.

No, I am.

I love you, Jon,
so much it hurts.

Please don't go.

There's nothing
to stay for.

We've hardly talked.

Don't try
and see me again.

You can't marry him!

( softly ):
You can't.

And who are you to tell me that?

If you won't have me,
then I shall do it my own way.

And I'll forget about you,
Jon Forsyte, I swear I will.

MONT:
Ah, there she is.

ANNETTE:
Who was that?

An old friend,
I believe.

You knew she was
meeting this boy.

I had an inkling.

You English men!

I don't understand.

Absurd codes of honor.

These things have
to be cleared up.

And what if you've lost her?

Then I never had her.

Are you all right, my dear?

You look cold.

Maybe a little.

But I'm all right, Mother.

In fact, I've never been better.

JUNE:
Thank you so much for coming.

We'll keep in touch.

Jon...

I didn't know
you were in London.

They were so calm,
weren't they, his pictures?

Looking at them,
it's like he's here.

We've hung them
thematically.

Let me show you.

I've decided
I'm going to New York.

Can I take
a picture, please?

A drawing?

Of course.

Any that you like.

Another time.

Jon!

Why New York?

I thought
you hated cities.

Or is she going out there
and you're tagging along?

( crying )

I'm sorry.

I didn't...

Oh, I've been so cross
and miserable.

She's marrying
someone else.

Oh, Jon!

It's not her fault, it's me.

I've been loathsome.

Ever since Dad died,
I can't think straight.

One moment I want Fleur,
and the next, I...

I don't recognize myself.

You've been caught
by the past, my love.

All that pain and anger...

I found this

in an old portfolio.

It's Mum.

Who's the man?

He was her lover,

the person who gave
her the strength

to leave
Fleur's father.

He was also my fianc�e.

There are a great deal of things
in my life that I'm proud of.

This gallery, for one.

But the best thing,

the most important thing is

that Irene and I found a way
to put the past behind us.

You can do
that too, Jon.

But nothing means
anything anymore.

It will.

It will.

Believe me.

( player piano playing
Rachmaninoff prelude )

This will never do.

It's filthy.

Bilson and the rest
of the staff

will give
a final clean tomorrow.

Hmm.

I think Michael
should go home.

It's bad luck
to see your bride

the evening
before a wedding.

Fleur is happy.

That is
the important thing.

( Fleur giggling )

It's getting
rather late.

You're right.

I should be getting back.

Oh, no, Michael,
please don't go.

You can stay all night,
if you like.

ANNETTE:
Uh-uh-uh.

Save that for tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night, Mr. Mont.

Good night, sir.

Michael.

I'll see you out.

MONT:
You know you're a pig to your father.

FLEUR:
He deserves it.

I rather like him.

After all,
he introduced me to you.

You know
you've never said it.

Said what?

That you love me.

Because if you don't,

we should stop all this now.

What a chump you are--

giving a girl the let-out.

It might make me think
you don't care.

Don't twist things.

You know I do.

And you?

Face to face.

Can you say it?

I love you, Michael,

more than anything,
more than anyone.

There-- now I've said it.

You probably care
for me less.

I care for you more...

if that's possible.

Don't.

Blast!

Are you ready?

You look very beautiful,
my dear.

Away with you,
both of you.

I'll do that.

You can always pull out,
you know, if you want to.

And why should I
do that?

Marriage is for life.

Or at least it should be.

Think very carefully.

I have thought.

Not about Michael,
you haven't.

But the other one.

Don't talk about him!

You don't have the right.

The right!

I'm your father.

I've given you everything.

I'll give it all back
when I'm married.

I'll throw it at you,
if needs be.

My whole life I have
dedicated to you,

to making you happy.

Well, you got it wrong,
didn't you?!

You thought I cared
about dresses and frippery!

I'd have married Jon
in my underclothes!

And because of you...

you!...

He stopped loving me!

The one thing I really wanted.

Of course...

It's my fault.

It always was.

That's how she saw it,
how she still sees it.

I don't want to hear about her.

I'll tell you anyway,
shall I?

The great sin
your father committed.

Then you can write me off
altogether.

I said I don't want
to hear it.

I married her
because I loved her.

Very simple.

That's why Michael's
marrying you.

She abused my trust.

She denied me my right
as a husband.

She ignored me.

She flaunted
her lover in my face.

She locked me out
of her life, her body.

Please!

One night...
her door was open,

and she was lying there
looking very beautiful.

She is very beautiful,
don't you think?

I whispered her name,
and she was asleep.

Stop.

I must have been mad.

I think I was.

Mad for her.

So I took her.

Forcibly.

A punishment.

And now when I see her...

and whenever
she looks at me...

I know she's thinking
only of that.

( sobs )

( sniffles )

It's all in the past, Daddy.

It's a terrible thing.

Jon didn't have to leave me.

You didn't change his mind.

He did that all for himself.

The fool.

When he could
have had you.

He didn't want me...

Not enough.

WINIFRED:
Oh, there's Bilson.

What a day, Bilson.

I never thought
I'd see it.

GEORGE:
Not a bad turnout.

Probably wondering
the same as me:

Will the bride reach
the starting block?

WINIFRED:
Of course she will.

GEORGE:
It's a havey cavey business.

WINIFRED:
It's all for the best.

Now get in.

The aristocracy are
such a disappointment.

One expects them
to look different.

Who from?

From us,
of course.

But if anything,
we've got the edge.

Smarter, better turned-out.

Fleur's done that, at least.

What?

Officially pulled us
into the upper classes.

Oh!

Our names will be recorded

on the stud book:
money joined to land.

WINIFRED:
Annette.

( whispering ):
Psst, Annette!

Is everything all right?

She's on her way.

She's on her way.

She's on her way,
George.

Fleur!

I've got it.

I'm ready now.

Let's get away
from here.

Now!

Our Grand Tour.

Dressed like this?

I should stand out,
rather, don't you think?

But are you sure
about this?

Your marriage
to Michael?

Marriage can be
a... misery.

We'll be all right,
Michael and I.

We'll rub along.

But thank you
all the same.

( organ playing
introductory notes )

( wedding march playing )

( door opens )

You know what's
happening now...

this moment?

Yes.

You know that
you'll forget her

soon enough, out there.

How long
did it take you

to forget
this other chap?

The one before Dad.

Oh...

A while.

A long while.

I saw Fleur again.

Oh, so she
made contact?

No, I did.

The way we parted before
was terrible.

But this time...

We met in Green Park.

She was different.

Grown up.

And everything
she did that day...

everything she said...

reminded me of why I loved her.

Oh, Jon.

I thought I might go to Paris,
stay with some old friends.

Then maybe on to Spain.

And the house?

What will happen to it?

I shall let it, or...

put it up for sale.

For sale.

A house is only a possession
after all.

Still, it's hard not to care.

( organ playing recessional )

( crowd applauding )

( cheering )

SOAMES:
It's Profond.

She did say
she wouldn't invite him.

Well, don't let it
spoil things.

Not today.

Didn't Fleur
look lovely?

And that dress...

Have you ever been
married, Mr. Profond?

A number of times.

I don't recommend it.

It's like Miss Anne
used to say, Miss Hester.

Marriage is not the be-all.

But one might like to try it,
all the same.

A successful affair,
Mr. Forsyte.

The bride looked
in top-notch health.

Indeed.

Why shouldn't she?

A splendid display
of the feminine sex,

but the gem,
the cherry on the cake...

is your sister,
of course,

Mrs. Winifred Dartie.

( Winifred giggling )

Oh, Prosper.

I... just must...
um... yes.

Gosh, sorry!

I didn't mean...

It's all right.

You're Michael's
cousin, aren't you?

Do you want me to go?

Stay, if you like.

You looked so beautiful
in your wedding dress.

I can't wait to be married.

How old are you?

Nine.

Nine.

That's a lovely age to be.

Your sash is undone.

There.

You're not crying?

On my wedding day?

Of course not!

( sniffles )

Go and tell them
I'm almost ready.

( crying )

( sighs )

MONT:
I've brought the car to the front.

Where's Fleur?

I'll go and see.

I will.

She's coming down!

She's coming down!

She's coming down!

Excuse me!

Excuse me!

Oh, my darling.

( guests oohing and ahhing )

( guests exclaiming )

Darling, will you
take my handbag?

Thank you very much
for all your help.

And we'll see you soon.

Daddy.

Will you do
something for me?

The picture...
the Degas...

MONT:
Come on, Fleur.

We've got a boat
to catch.

Throw it away,
will you?

Get rid of it.

I don't want it here
when I get back...

reminding me.

( motor turning )

( cheering )

( horn tooting )

Wait here, Speight.

I'll walk the rest of the way.

SPEIGHT:
Very good, sir.

PARFITT:
I, er...

thought I'd start
on the cellar, ma'am.

Mr. Jolyon's
fishing equipment.

If you would, Parfitt.

There is somebody coming

to view the house
this afternoon.

( knock at door )

Probably be them now.

Thank you.

I shall see to it.

You haven't come for the house.

It crossed my mind...

but no.

Oh.

This is for your boy.

Fleur wanted me
to get rid of it,

but I couldn't.

I think he should have it.

It's a small thing.

Not valuable, but...

important.

Come in.

Please.

You're going away?

Jon's abroad.

I've nothing
to keep me here.

( exclaims surprise )

Fleur.

Um...

A likeness, certainly.

Something in the eyes.

Yes.

My daughter was an imp.

She was never bad,

you understand?

Has something happened to her?

No.

You talked of her
in the past tense.

Honeymooning, that's all.

Forever, it seems.

I sometimes wonder
if I was right.

About what?

I got a letter from Jon today.

So formal.

He writes like a 45-year-old,
and he was...

was always so alive.

Did we ruin it for them?

Were we too blind to see?

My daughter is happily married.

Of course.

We are anticipating
grandchildren.

That would be
a happy occurrence.

I'll leave you to your packing.

Soames?

Good-bye, then.

I won't see you again.

Probably not.

Come and gone?

He didn't come
about the house.

He didn't want
to let it?

No.

Oh, no.

In fact...
he didn't want anything.