All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga - Episode 2

Mr. Forsyte.

SOAMES:
Miss Heron.

Are you returning
to London?

I'm finished here
in Bournemouth.

There's something
I was hoping

to discuss with you.

What, here?

No.

What can I do for you,
Miss Heron?

If I were to marry you,
Mr. Forsyte,

would you promise me
one thing?

If our marriage
is not a success,

then I shall be as free as
if I had never married you?

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

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

Miss Heron... Irene, I promise
I would make you happy.

You must promise
I would be free.

Then I do.

Do you swear it?

I do solemnly swear it.

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

I would find myself able
to accept.

Miss Heron...

Miss Heron, would you do me
the great honor

of becoming mine?

I will marry you,
Mr. Forsyte.

Then you make me
the happiest man on earth.

Come on, Perry.

( laughing )

Jole...

here.

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

This is true exile.

It's cruel,

and so typical.

No, they stick with
their own, Helene.

Outsiders are...

well... outside.

( fussing )

What will happen to June?

She'll be fine.

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

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

( baby crying )

I feel such
a sense of guilt.

Oh, don't.

You... you understand
what this means.

We can be
married now.

Will you marry me?

Of course I will.

Yes.

( giggling )

Jolly, I have
some news.

Come here a minute.

( Chopin's "Nocturne
in E flat Major" playing )

( piano still playing )

( stops playing )

Carry on.

( resumes playing )

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

Chopin.

You used to play this for me
in Bournemouth.

Do you remember?

( book bangs on floor )

Happy birthday, Mamma.

She was so young.

You Forsytes go on forever.

We Forsytes have
strong blood, June.

Your mamma didn't.

No fault of hers.

Gran...

My dear?

( sighs )

I've something
to say.

I rather thought
you had.

There is...
a certain person.

Ah.

What do you mean "ah"?

I don't know what I mean.

Well, anyway...
there is.

And this person
is a man?

An architect.

( sniffles )

And how old is he?

Twenty-six.

And you're 17.

What does that matter?

Not a hoot...

( clears throat )

except I remember certain
persons when I was 17,

and they didn't
matter either.

He matters,
a very great deal.

Exactly what I
should've said at 17.

( sighs )

I love him.

Yes... maybe.

And I suppose
he's penniless?

He earned a hundred
pounds last year.

Just what I 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'll feed her
on cocoa.

I will.

You will not.

I will!

No.

Yes!

No!

Gran.

Phil will have money.

He's a brilliant
architect.

I will say yes
to an engagement.

But you're not marrying
until he's on 400 a year.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you!

( giggles )

( clears throat )

( birds chirping )

Good morning, Smither.

Oh, good morning, Miss Ann.

And how are we today?

Well enough.

I 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 I shall attend.

You're not strong enough.

I shall attend!

Very well, Miss Ann.

But, Smither...

I shall need your arm.

MAN:
That's the way.

Up.

Up!

Oh, it's perfectly
splendid!

You're so clever, Phil.

Oh, it's the most
marvelous kite!

Robust, aesthetic,
a triumph of design!

Now come, June.

When it climbs higher,
you must have a turn.

Oh!

Oh!
Ah!

Look out!

Oh, what a shame!
Oh!

Well, so much
for robust.

Oh, you poor thing,
Phil.

Hours of preparation
for just one moment's delight.

( laughs )

A metaphor for love.

Nonsense.

SOAMES:
That must be the architect.

They'll adore you.

What's he wearing?

It's a hat.

Yes, I can see
it's a hat.

You're here!

How splendid!

Oh, I've
so wanted you

to meet Phil.

Philip Bosinney,
Irene Forsyte.

Very pleased to make
your acquaintance, Mr. Bosinney.

Pleasure to meet you.

Irene is
my greatest chum.

( laughs quietly )

JUNE:
Please be good friends, you two.

BOSINNEY:
I'm sure we will.

She's beautiful,
isn't she, Phil?

( laughs )

Didn't I tell you?

Yes, yes, she is.

Architecture?

It's an admirable
profession.

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

No, but beauty
and proportion--

these are
vital concerns.

Yes. Well,
thank you.

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

No, I
wouldn't.

Till he's
got some.

Not like you
let in Dartie...

or Soames's wife.

Uncle James...

allow me
to introduce my fianc�.

Mr. Philip Bosinney,
Mr. James Forsyte.

How do you do, sir?

Very well.

Phil's the most marvelous
architect, Uncle James.

You should
consider building.

He'd draw you
wonderful plans.

Good gracious.

Building?

What am I supposed
to build?

What are you doing?

The poor old chap!

We need 400 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,
I'm told.

I'll wager
he wants it to.

With young Jolyon
off the stage,

June's looking at
a cool hundred thou.

So enter
the buccaneer.

( laughs ):
Buccaneer.

George,
really!

Well, I would,
wouldn't you?

No, thank you.

I probably would.

No "probably"
about it--

you did.

( laughs )

George, that is
unspeakable!

I'm sorry,
old girl.

Unspeakable,
yes.

Unspeakable.

( laughs ):
Mind you.

That's amusing:
buccaneer.

( laughs ):
Yes.

Ann! What are you
doing out of bed?

Oh, you must
sit there.

Be careful with her,
Smither.

You're not
strong enough.

Fetch her
another blanket.

Oh, you're
not supposed to come!

Don't fuss
about that.

Oh, dear,
dear, dear!

Keep warm, Ann.

( shouts ):
Can you hear me?

Of course I
can hear you.

You're shouting.

Well done, Ann.

Life in you
yet, eh?

JUNE:
This is Mr. Bosinney, Aunt Ann.

How do you do,
Miss Forsyte?

Here, wrap this
around you.

It'll be
a comfort.

You must
keep warm.

You're a
good-looking young fellow,

but I doubt
whether you're the right lover

for dear June.

Where's Soames?

Aunt Ann!

SOAMES:
I'm here, Aunt Ann.

BOSINNEY:
Well, she feels

I'm not right
for you.

We shall have
to call it off, I'm afraid.

JUNE:
We are not calling it off.

Dear Soames.

( speaking softly )

Excuse me.

Well, what do you
think of him?

Oh, June,
I couldn't possibly say in his hearing.

( giggles )

Well?

Quite splendid.

( both laugh )

SOAMES:
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.

I think not.

Are you saying
you won't allow it?

If they need a chaperone,
they can call one of the aunts.

They don't need
to bother you.

But I should like to go.

Then I'll take you.

I should like
to go with June.

I've 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.

I thought I might sleep
in the Burlington Room.

SOAMES:
What, tonight?

Not ju tonight.

What on earth
are you saying?

I don't know...
really,

except...
I don't sleep well

as a general rule.

You're wanting separate rooms?

What about the servants?

They'd know.

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

But if I am able to sleep,

then is it really so important
that the servants might know?

They would know.

How does it make me look?

You know how servants gossip.

Because this isn't
about sleeping... is it?

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

I 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 I'm aware.

Then it's worse.

Because if he did,

there'd be hope for change.

But if you simply dislike him...

I think one should face
the evil.

What does that mean?

Separation.

Oh.

I have no money.

I have no means
of obtaining any

and what would I do?

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

Of course I won't.

( softly ):
Irene.

( church bell tolling )

( whispers ):
Morning, Juley.

( whispers ):
Morning, Emily.

( whispers ):
No, you can't.

Sit here.

( whispers ):
Oh, sorry.

JULEY:
Where's James?

Morning.
Morning.

EMILY:
Walking to improve his liver.

( bell continues tolling )

JULEY:
Hester has a headache.

EMILY:
A Sunday headache?

And Ann?

Frail, Emily.

Very, very frail.

We're concerned.

( door opens and shuts )

JULEY ( whispers ):
Irene looks pale.

She's not...?

No.

JULEY ( whispers ):
Aren't they going to?

EMILY ( whispers ):
Juley, I do not possess

that knowledge.

Ann is so keen
that Soames should have a son.

( quietly ):
He should do.

No two ways about it.

( quietly ):
James, shh!

( clears throat )

Though I suppose

with separate rooms,
there isn't much...

( loudly ):
Julia!

JAMES:
Separate rooms-- it's too bad.

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

You mustn't say a word.

You must not say a word.

Of course I won't.

You haven't.

Aunt Hester
doesn't gossip.

I won't say a word.

I'll never say a word.

MINISTER:
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.

In the midst of life,
we are in death.

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

who for our sins
art justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God most holy,
O Lord most mighty,

O holy
and most merciful Savior,

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,
O God most mighty,

O holy and merciful Savior,
thou most worthy Judge eternal.

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

( clock chiming )

( laughs )

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Say, you
couldn't, um, spare a spot

of finance,
old boy?

How much?

Oh, a monkey?

( chuckles )

It's not possible,
Dartie.

Hundred, no?

A pony?

Tenner?

Not with your luck,
Monty.

SOAMES:
Bosinney?

If you've nothing better
to do on Sunday,

why don't you come down
to Robin Hill with me?

I want your opinion
on a building site.

Are you going
to build?

Perhaps,
but don't speak of it.

I just want
your opinion.

It's my wife,
you see.

London doesn't agree
with her,

and I think a place
in the country

might be just
what she needs.

Don't tell my wife,
will you?

I want it to be
a surprise.

I know someone who's
had a place built with a tower.

That's what I want--
something like that.

And why a tower?

Because it makes it
unique.

It's not like Ann...

dying.

And if Ann can go,
what's to stop any of us?

SOAMES:
I'm so glad you were able to join us, cousin.

Is this a new line
for you, Soames?

What?

An
undertaking.

You find it pays?

I miss her
dreadfully.

Oh, Juley.

That waistcoat--
it's bad fashion or bad manners.

JUNE:
Hello, Soames.

Excuse me.

SOAMES:
So glad you were able to be here.

JUNE:
Phil, it's good to see you.

BOSINNEY:
And you, my angel.

You look lovely.

Dashing.

Is Irene
quite well?

What?

Well, she's pale,
Soames.

Tired-looking.

I've wondered if she's
becoming melancholic.

I don't know what she is
or what she wants.

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

Flibbertigibbet.

JUNE:
He's here at last.

At least the flowers
were fresh.

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.

( both laughing )

I apologize.

Intrusion
into grief.

Not part
of the family.

No, not until
he's on 400 a year.

Then I'm his.

Isn't it romantic

like a sack of turnips,
sold as seen?

JULEY:
Isn't Soames wonderful?

If we needed invitation-sending,
it was Soames.

The cemetery arrangements--
Soames again.

We relied on him
for everything.

Uncle Jolyon?

I'm so sorry
about Aunt Ann.

It's a milestone.

Thank you, my dear.

I'm so glad
you were able

to join us,
Uncle Jolyon.

Why the devil wouldn't I?

She's my sister.

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

Hmm,
young Jolyon.

No.

They tell me he
married that woman.

When Frances died.

Yeah, bad form.

Why was it?

( coughs )

Governess
and so forth.

It's a long time ago.

You did the right thing,
cutting him off.

Who says I did?

People.

Well, damn the people.

Oh, really.

People can mind
their own damn business.

Thank you for coming,
Winifred.

Well done.

Oh, don't,
Soames.

Anyone would think it
was yo funeral.

MAN:
Extra! Extra!

Late extra of the Globe!

Read all about it!

JOLYON:
Baines, pull up and wait.

MAN:
Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

He left a message
saying he'd care

to meet you
at the theater this evening.

Ah, theater,
thank you.

Is Mr. Jolyon Forsyte
still a member here?

He's at the club
now, sir.

What name?

It's his father.

Here he is
now, sir.

Minute later,
you would've missed each other.

Hello, Dad.

YOUNG JOLYON:
What's June like now?

JOLYON:
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.

PARFITT:
Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening,
Parfitt.

Mr. Jolyon, sir.

( chuckles )

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

Yes, it has.

Very good to see you again, sir.

JOLYON:
That'll do, Parfitt.

That'll do.

Very good, sir.

JOLYON:
I suppose you're in debt.

YOUNG JOLYON:
No, I'm not in debt.

( Jolyon scolding cat )

She's got fleas.

( chuckles )

Tea?

Thank you.

Your wife-- is she well?

Yes, thank you
for asking.

Hope you'll
remember me to her.

We buried your Aunt Ann
last week.

Oh, I am so sorry.

I was terribly fond of her.

Should have let you know,
shouldn't I?

Yes.

I regret our estrangement.

It was a wretched business,
and you behaved badly.

I had no right
to pass judgment.

Call it society,
call it family,

call it chattering hags
and jackanapes,

but I was party to it,
and I cut you off, Jo,

and I'm sorry
for it.

( chuckles in surprise )

Most generous, Dad.

Oh, well...

But thank you.

Oh, please.

No, I can't.

We have two children now--
Jolyon and Holly.

If you should think fit
to invest it for them,

I'd be very glad.

Property is going up
leaps and bounds.

The question is, what are we
going to do with this place?

It's, uh,
very big.

Those are mine,
aren't they?

Oh, yes, yes,
I bought several.

They're poor things,
Jo.

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

Oh, Clara.

Yes,
Mrs. Dartie.

Some tea
in the drawing room, please.

I shall be down
in a moment.

Monty.

Freddie.

Those are my pearls.

Mm-hmm.

You look like a burglar.

( both giggling )

What are you doing?

Oh, just having a look,
old thing.

Are you sentimental,
Monty?

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

The day Immie
was born.

You know, I shall
always, always treasure them.

It really is
a peach of a spot--

the most wonderful views,
woods, peace,

and in Soames's eye,
a light,

in spite of himself.

Oh, good morning,
Parfitt.

What's the fee?

A shade worldly,
my dear girl.

�400?

Not far off,
and I can make it up.

Oh, Phil!

We can marry!

We can.

Why would Soames
not tell his wife?

Hasn't he?

It's to be
a surprise.

Then that's why.

Would you like that?

Of course.

One day,
I spring it on you

we're going to live
in the country.

If it's as nice
as you say.

Oh, it is-- very.

Then what splendor--

a country place
for Irene

and a spring wedding
for us.

Thank you, thank you,
Cousin Soames!

What about Irene
kept in ignorance?

We tell her.

I said I wouldn't.

Did you say I wouldn't?

I hate working
Saturdays.

So do I.

Did you hear
about that geezer

we repossessed
last week?

I heard he topped
himself.

Yeah, they do that,
some of them.

Is Mr. Montague Dartie
at home?

He's not in, sir.

Excuse me, sir,
where do you think you're going?

Excuse me,
sir?

Morning, ma'am.

And a very good one, too.

Who are they?

What do they want?

I don't know,
ma'am.

I think the chiffonier,
the clock, the desk,

the candlesticks...

Portrait or landscape,
what do you think?

Portrait.

Excuse me.

Would you mind telling me
who you are?

They just walked
in, ma'am,

when I answered
the door.

Pendicoot,
ma'am.

And Thripp,
ma'am.

Bailiffs.

We have powers
of distraint.

Goods to the value
of 100 guineas, ma'am.

The portrait
it is.

And the rug.

No, no, you've made a mistake.

Would you please leave
before I summon the police?

No mistake,
ma'am.

This is 17 Green Street,
Mayfair.

You're
Mrs. Winifred Dartie,

wife of
Montague Dartie,

and he's in debt
to the tune of 100 guineas,

and, as they say,
totting up.

Is 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.

EMILY:
Oh, that comes from Winifred.

JAMES:
Your sister has natural authority.

"Fetch my coat."

Why have you employed
that strange Bosinney?

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

I believe he is proper.

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

JAMES:
Yeah.

He'll dance
to your tune.

His wedding depends on it.

EMILY:
But why build at all?

And why leave London
and all of us?

London's not good for Irene.

Oh.

People influence her.

JAMES:
Oh, but the country, Soames.

The country.

How does Irene
feel?

She'll enjoy it.

Has she said so?

Not exactly.

I haven't yet told her.

But she's artistic.

She'll enjoy
messing about

with the
decorations

and so on.

And will that stop her asking
for a separate room?

( knock on door )

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 or something?

Bailiffs have been.

You said bailiffs.

Mm-hmm.

In a house of mine?

"Pendicoot
and Thripp."

In a house
of mine.

I'm so sorry,
Daddy.

Beggars.

The beggars!

It's you, isn't it?

Your doing.

So...

( chuckles shamefully )

What's all this?

You didn't know?

Are we decorating?

You owe money, sir!

And you've had the bailiffs in--

to a house
in my name!

Yes, I can explain that.

It's the pearls,
isn't it, Monty?

Well...

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.

Truly, Freddie,
it's the damnedest luck.

Pendicoot and Thripp--
in a house of mine!

They are the very
worst of cold-hearted blackguards!

I use them all the time.

My coat, Clara!

I'm leaving.

CLARA:
Right away, sir.

You won't believe the luck,
old girl.

The pearls were �100...

and I had it all...
bar 60 or so.

I had months to pay.

Anyway, a chap
comes to me--

and 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 )

The devil's own luck.

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

Well... who wouldn't?

It's not good enough, Monty.

( sheepishly ):
Freddie mustn't blame Monty.

I do blame you...

for so many things.

I've realized now
I cannot trust you.

Old thing.

You are feckless
and irresponsible.

And all our
lovely things!

Is the old man
going to be sticky?

He'll bail you out.

Beautiful day.

Look, Phil!

June, careful.

Soames is
a brick!

It'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.

It's to be a wonderful
house in the country ..

Country?

Yes, and Phil
has a free hand

right down to
the decorations.

Isn't it
marvelous news?

His fee will
persuade Gran, and we can marry.

Oh, I see...

That's wonderful.

I'm most pleased for you both.

Would you please excuse me?

I have an appointment to keep.

BOSINNEY:
What have you done?

JUNE:
She had a right to know.

But didn't you see?!

What?

Her look
of betrayal!

By Soames?

I heard something today...

from my parents...

that you sleep
in a separate room.

How did they hear that?

Well, I'll tell you
what I think.

I think you told June,
and she spread it about,

and now the whole
of London knows.

I won't have it.

I will not have
my marriage

as the stuff
of common gossip!

The fact is, you won't
be seeing much of June,

because we're going
to live in the country.

I knew that already.

How?

June.

Well, what do you think?

( scoffs quietly )

Does it matter what I think?

Of course.

You mean...

if I don't wish to,
you will change your plans?

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

Then I am sorry
to disappoint you.

Why?

I don't wish to live
in the country.

Wait until
you see it.

I promise you, Irene,
it is the most beautiful...

Bosinney, even Bosinney,
he thinks it's beautiful,

and he's artistic,
isn't he?

What am I 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.

In the country,
I would be entirely alone.

Alone at first, maybe.

But we must hope

that one day
there'll be children.

( whispers ):
Excuse me.

You will drive me
out of my bedroom?

That is not
your bedroom.

You are my wife.

There is great pleasure
to be had from children.

Everybody knows it.

Especially
for mothers.

I do know that.

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

BOSINNEY:
Yes, sir.

A man of property.

And that makes you think
you have an income, hmm?

Once the house
is built, Gran, people will flock.

Oh, flock, will they?

( scoffs )

Once they see
Phil's work.

They might flock
elsewhere.

I can't guarantee
anything, sir,

except my fee,
which is 350 guineas.

350, Gran.

Well... it's a start.

And where does that put you now?

We want your
permission, Gran,

to start planning
our wedding,

and first, to think
about a date,

don't we, Phil?

Yes.

JOLYON:
Seems to me

it's always the women

who are in a rush
to marry.

What do you say to that,
Bosinney, hmm?

Always the women.

Set a date,

and I'll say
what I think.

Oh!

If you'd like
to go in, sir,

I'll tell Mr. Forsyte
you're here.

Thank you.

Mr. Bosinney is
in the drawing room, madam.

Thank you, Bilson.

You've brought the plans?

With great
reluctance, yes.

You merely plan it;

it is I who must live in it.

Very well, I renounce
his commission.

( chuckles dismissively )

Don't be silly.

If it's not you,
it will be someone else,

and I'd far rather
it were you.

You once--
do you remember?--

spoke of beauty
and proportion

as an artist's
guiding principles.

If it is of
any consolation,

those would be
my concerns.

Thank you.

Beauty... and proportion.

BILSON:
Which cufflinks will you wear tonight, sir?

The pearl ones, Bilson,
my father's.

Ah, Bosinney, good morning.

Sorry to keep you.

Morning, Forsyte.

Well...

Odd sort of house.

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

It's a house
with clean lines

where the eye can rest.

SOAMES:
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.

Hmm, what's it going to cost?

8,500.

I gave eight as my limit.

Well, I'm sorry, it can't
be done for a penny less.

IRENE:
How are the plans?

Well, it's... it's not
a conventional house.

You wanted unique;
you can't have both.

If there were freedom
to move and breathe,

I think those
would be

valuable qualities...
in a house,

if there were
beauty and proportion.

That's exactly why one
moves to the country--

room to move.

Hmm...

SOAMES:
Well... I think we're in agreement, Bosinney.

Keep a clear eye
on the cost.

Unique you
will have.

I'll get to work.

There, you see?

I told you it would
be all right.

It's not all
bad news, is it?

No.

It 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 I think you rather
take to Bosinney.

Do you?

Yes, he's rather
a find of mine.

And if he does
a halfway decent job,

it'll be good
for his career.

You should
encourage him.

Do you think
he's good-looking?

Yes... very.

( dogs barking )

( geese honking )

( children murmuring in play;
chickens clucking )

YOUNG JOLYON:
Here you go, darling.

Let's put the potatoes
in the wheelbarrow.

Good girl,
in the wheelbarrow.

Jo.

Hello, Dad.

My boy.

Mr. Forsyte.

Very pleased to see you
looking so well, my dear.

Come and, uh...
sit down.

So this is
where you are.

This is where
we are.

I've got a whole camp
of lead soldiers.

Have you, by Jove!

Do you want
to see them?

Oh, yes,
yes, I would.

You want to see this?

Blow.

( blowing )

Now listen.

( watch chiming )

OLD JOLYON:
Ding-ding. ( chuckles )

JOLLY:
Listen, Daddy, it's chiming!

( Old Jolyon chuckles )

Now, what's this,
what's this?

Darling...

Excuse me.

YOUNG JOLYON:
Helene?

Helene?

I'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.

And every time
I sold one,

I imagined myself
becoming more independent,

but... it was him...

( sighs )

all the time.

That isn't good enough.

Children,
come with me.

JOLLY:
Mom, look at this.

GIRL:
Me do it.

Come inside
and have your tea.

On a lease,
this house?

Yes.

I don't like
the neighborhood--

a ramshackle lot.

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

( chuckles )

My wife is...
not the thing today.

I shouldn't have come here,
I suppose, Jo, hmm?

So lonely...

very, very lonely.

* Life is a dance
we must learn *

* Into the night, we will turn

* Time holds the secrets
of our song *

* Moments are given,
then gone *

* Come have this dance
with me, darling *

* I'll hold you tight
till the dawn *

* Let the night see
how I love you *

* So the moon can tell the sun

* So the moon
can tell the sun. *