All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga - Episode 5

Irene?

Irene?

BILSON:
Mr. Forsyte?

Yes, Bilson?

What is it?

I was checking
the calling cards, sir.

It's Mrs. Forsyte's.

Thank you, Bilson.

I'll see she gets it.

Shot...

even though I do
say so myself.

Fluke.

I say, eyes front.

Look who the cat's
dragged in.

Back in the bosom
of the family, I see.

It's safe to shake
my hand again, certainly.

How are you, George?

I'm very well.

Sir.

You know...

Dartie.

Kill the fatted
calf, eh?

What a time
to be a Forsyte.

What of this
Soames business?

Freddie's getting
almost hourly bulletins:

She's gone, she's back.

She's run away
with the butcher.

Sad affair,
if you ask me.

She's no money,
you know.

No.

No, left the family
jewels intact.

Remarkably.

For a lady.

Lord alone knows
where she is.

We should eat.

GEORGE:
Dartie has a theory.

Don't you, Dartie?

I'll give you
eight to one

he's done her in

and buried her
under the roses.

Well, I'm not
a betting man,

and Irene
deserves better.

Ten to one?

I'll take it.

( dismissively ):
Good day.

Jabbering fools.

( angrily ):
You've changed the flowers, Bilson.

I do it
every Friday, sir.

In every room
in the house. Yes, sir.

Except Mrs. Forsyte's.
Yes, sir.

Did I request that?

No, sir.

Did Mrs. Forsyte?

No, sir, but...

Well, then until we do,

please continue
your duties as normal.

Shall I change
the bed linen, sir?

Is that usual on a Friday?

On a Monday, sir.

Then do it on a Monday!

Sir.

( door opens )

June.

I don't even know
what to call you.

Jolyon?

Have you
been walking?

I've been to see
Mrs. Baynes, Phil's aunt.

He didn't have much
in the way of family.

She wasn't much of an aunt.

Still, she's
terribly upset.

I've told her
I'll organize the funeral.

Oh.

You're humoring me.

No.

I could've saved him.

If he'd only married me, Gran.

Hush...

If we hadn't waited, if...

"If wishes were horses..."

"Then beggars
might ride."

( sobs )

How is she?

You're her father.

Why don't
you ask her?

I thought you wanted
to get to know her.

You could start by
offering a little comfort.

What use is that from me?

Words.

I haven't earned
the right.

Well, you could try.

Thank you.

I'm s-sorry...

about Bosinney,
about a lot of things.

June, I want us
to be friends

more than anything
in the world.

I don't know how to answer you.

You don't know me.

I know you loved Bosinney.

He was
very talented,

but not a penny
to his name.

And that can't have been easy
in a family like this.

No.

But you stuck by him.

And lost him.

And miss him.

Do your children
know about me?

They've always known.

I should love you
to meet them.

Perhaps.

There is the funeral
to consider first.

Oh, well, maybe one day.

Was Bosinney religious?

He had a faith, of sorts.

He thought
the human spirit

was innately good.

Wrongly, it would seem.

You don't believe that.

He's dead, isn't he?

And you're arranging
a funeral, and...

I'd call that good,
in the circumstances.

Who else is going to do it?

Not Irene.

She's left Soames.

She's disappeared.

MINISTER:
Man that is borne of a woman hath but a short time to live

and is full of misery.

He cometh up
and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow

and never continueth
in one stay.

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 Savior,
Thy most worthy judge eternal...

Come to pay
your last respects?

Your guests are waiting.

I'll introduce you:
"Mr. and Mrs. Baynes,

meet the man who
killed your nephew."

I don't hear you denying it.

I wouldn't
demean myself.

You're not here

to appeal for God's
forgiveness.

Why have you come?

You didn't really think
that she'd be here?

YOUNG JOLYON:
June?

Is everything
all right?

Everything's fine.

I'll follow you on.

JUNE:
Don't you think Irene knows the way your mind works?

I do, and I've never
had the misfortune

of living with you.

The belief
is mutual, June.

If you'll excuse me.

Sometimes I wonder

if there's blood
in your veins.

Better a little composure

than a show
of feigned emotions--

the dutiful
fiancee-in-mourning act.

There's nothing dutiful
about my feelings for Phil.

No, there's nothing honest
about them either.

If Bosinney's dead,

it's because
he was off with Irene

when he should've
been with you.

Why was that, June?

No, not so full
of theories now.

I wasn't enough.

At last,
a little truth.

Yes, yes...

and there's the difference
between you and I:

You could never admit that
in a million years.

Because it's not so.

No, you're right,
you were too much--

too possessive,
too domineering, too insensitive.

And you know me so well.

Too stupid,
too desperate!

And at the end of it,
what have you learned?

You still think
she's the one to blame!

I gave her everything!

And understand nothing!

Even now,
after all that's happened,

any joy she felt,
you crushed,

any hopes, you soured!

Did you never wonder why
you didn't have children?!

You thought
she was barren--

you see,
her fault again.

No, she wasn't barren;

she just couldn't bear
to have a child of yours

squirming inside of her.

She made sure of it.

There go the shutters.

Accept it, Soames,
she's never coming back.

She'd rather sell her body
to a thousand men

than suffer
another kiss from you!

You know nothing
about her!

Your friendship
was a sham.

Yes, she stole
the love of my life...

my future--
I should hate her.

But the alternative
was you.

I cannot hate her.

I can only wonder how
she didn't do it sooner.

I didn't mean
to panic you, ma'am.

It's just, Mr. Soames
is always so particular--

never a word out of turn
or a hair out of place.

How is he?

Well, it's like
he's past caring.

Soames?

What is it, darling?

Bilson says you're not well.

Are you feverish?

Has he taken anything--

Sal volatile, brandy?

He won't touch
a drop, ma'am.

Leave them.

But it's so gloomy in here.

Leave them.

WINIFRED:
It's Winifred, Soames.

They're all asking after you,
Imogen especially.

Val's going to write
during prep.

Oh...

You're honored...

his favorite soldier...

to stand guard by your bed.

The aunts sent
prune brandy.

They wanted to come and sit.

"It's an art, dear,"
they said.

I said to Mama, "Do we want
Soames to pull through

or do we want
to finish him off completely?"

So you're
stuck with me...

wittering away.

If I witter too much,
do let on.

Give me a punch
or something.

( crying softly )

Oh, Soames...

I wish there was something
I could say.

( sighs mightily )

JOLYON:
At last, real roses in those cheeks.

How do you fancy
living on the river?

Fellow I know has got
a house in Putney.

I should rather live
at Robin Hill.

Good Lord,
would you?

Would it not be
too painful?

At least I'd know
Phil's wishes were respected.

Another buyer might fill
the place with chintz,

paint it pink
or something.

If I thought
we could all be a family again,

I'd snap it up tomorrow.

You are a sweetheart
for worrying, Gran.

You never did like being
an only child, did you?

What if Holly
and Jolly hate me?

Oh, well,
if you can't bear it,

I'll get you
a flat in town.

I'm sure we can whip them
into shape.

I'll make Soames an offer
first thing.

But if you
change your mind...

You'll be
the first to know.

EMILY:
Oh, please, Soames, just a drop...

for me.

I'm not a baby.

You can't carry on
like this.

Listen to me.

You have to
snap out of it.

You are young,
you can start again.

Mother...

Whatever she did to you,
it was dreadful.

But it's better
to discover it now,

than when you're
in Winifred's shoes--

up to your neck
in commitments

and a house
full of children.

That would never
have happened.

I know--
you're not Dartie.

The children.

Hmm?

She took steps
to prevent it.

Behind your back?

Soames, that's wicked!

( gasps )

( sighs )

What is it?

I'm thinking the last time I saw
that expression on your face,

you were Val's age.

Oh, Mother.

You pestered us for months
for that kitten.

What was it--
six weeks old?

You dressed it
like a doll.

Fed it till
it was sick.

And smothered it.

I loved it.

That's what
I thought.

I should've
whipped you.

I should've taught you
not to love like that...

with all
your heart.

Mama.

Yes... it was my fault.

You feel things too much.

You always have.

Good morning, Mother.

Soames?

You're up.

Shh.

You need to rest.

Are you
going out?

I have things
to do.

Mr. Forsyte!

Morning, Bilson.

How are you feeling,
sir?

I'm feeling very well,
thank you, Bilson.

May I ask what
you are doing?

I am changing
the bed, sir.

You need do no more
than the minimum

in that room,
Bilson.

Mrs. Forsyte will
not be returning.

Don't let me keep you
from your work.

Very good, sir.

I can see now
why he'd agreed

to sell Robin Hill.

He'd outgrown
the house.

( chuckling ):
Before he'd even moved in.

In truth, his fascination
was the design.

His interest waned
once it was constructed.

A rich man's toy.

( chuckles )

Then he can afford
to negotiate on price.

JAMES:
No.

Price as discussed.

Those were
his instructions.

You said it yourself,
he's a rich man.

That wife of his did her best
to correct that.

No, I'm sorry, Jolyon...
Jolyon?

There'll be none of that!

I'll not hear it,

you understand?

Well, you barely knew her.

And the lady's not here
to defend herself.

The lady was
no lady.

Madam, that remark was beneath
you and beneath contempt!

Before you resort
to name-calling,

you would do well to remember

there are two sides
to every story!

What do you know?

Is there something
I haven't been told?

Emily?

Separation, divorce-- these are
not states entered into lightly.

You would understand that
more than anyone.

I do.

And that is why I must insist,

if you talk about Irene,
you do so with respect.

Your son loved her once...

with very good cause.

( James grumbles )

Point taken.

Good.

JAMES:
You will take my point.

We will not budge on price.

I thought you came here
to talk business.

Yes.

JAMES:
Well, then, do we have deal?

Do you want the house or not?

I must do.

I'm still here, aren't I?

JOLYON:
Stop a moment, Beacon!

BEACON:
Whoa, there.

Robin Hill.

BEACON:
Walk on.

Williams?

( door opens )

Will you ensure
these are disposed of?

Certainly, sir.

( door closes )

( June gasping )

HELENE:
June?

It is what
you imagined?

No.

It's simpler.

Starker.

I thought I knew his work,
but this...

this is breathtaking.

( Young Jolyon growling,
children giggling )

Helene, let me
take that, it's heavy.

Oh, well...

Thanks.

Your father doesn't
travel lightly.

Sketches enough
for two houses.

You look happy
all the same.

May I?

Of course.

( June chuckles )

JUNE:
"Papa by June."

I didn't know
he had this.

When the children
were younger,

we would see you
in them.

Just certain looks.

A laugh.

A tantrum.

( both chuckle )

A piece of the jigsaw
was missing.

I helped you
paint this.

You won't remember now.

Champagne!

Come on, everybody,
we're celebrating.

Very best crystal,
as you can see.

Let's have
a toast.

No, no, no,
let him, let him, let him.

A little bit of fizz
never hurt anyone.

Jo?

Uh, no.

Your house, Dad,
your job.

Well, what
shall it be?

What shall
we toast?

Um...

Old dogs,
new tricks.

To new
beginnings.

New beginnings.

ALL:
New beginnings.

GIRL:
Happy birthday, Mama.

JOLYON:
Your mother loved wild flowers.

Don't worry,
Darling.

Your father will
soon be back.

WOMAN:
Into the house, please, Holly.

Wash your hands, you're late.

I'm sorry, Mam'zelle.

You disapprove,
Mam'zelle.

She is just a child.

A child who has lost her mother.

MAM'ZELLE:
All the same,

I think it is morbid.

You prefer us to pretend
that nothing's happened?

That's not
the English way.

Well, it's not my way, at least.

MAM'ZELLE:
Her father should be looking after her.

JOLYON:
So I'm too old to look after her, hmm?

( Holly moans )

( orchestra playing Gluck's
"Orfeo ed Euridice" )

* Che far� senz' Euridice. *

* Dove andro senza il mio ben.*

* Che far�, dove andro. *

* Che far� senz' Euridice. *

* Dove andro senza il mio ben. *

( singing fades )

Come on.

Come on, boy.

( dog barking )

( dog barking )

Come on, boy.

Fetch a rabbit.

Good afternoon.

Forgive the intrusion...

but this place holds...
certain memories for me.

You're not surprised
to see me?

Well, I'd heard the house
was in safe hands.

And I saw you at the opera
the other night.

Didn't think you'd noticed me.

I went alone.

Pathetic when you
think about it.

Uh, oh... not to me.

I'm on good terms with solitude.

The others are all away.

Helene, that's Jo's wife,

she was taken from us
a few months ago.

Pneumonia.

I'm sorry.

Jo's away in Spain
with June.

Painting.

Recuperating.

So it's a bit lonely.

Why don't you stay for dinner?

I could send you home
in the carriage.

Yes, that would be very nice.

We can be pathetic together.

JOLYON:
The decorations are my boy Jo's doing.

He's a painter,
got a lot of taste.

It isn't mine--

I'd have had gold,
more lively and solid.

You're of his
school of thought, I can tell.

So, I like it here.

It's quiet.

That's the drawing room.

Yes, I remember.

IRENE:
They are entranced by it.

This is just the beginning.

You're going to be the toast
of every drawing room in town.

PHIL:
Come away with me forever.

JOLYON:
It must be queer for you, hmm?

I'll show you
up to June's room, hmm?

Freshen up a little
before dinner.

I'm sorry I'm not
properly dressed.

You look a picture!

You must
excuse me.

I'm so used to
my own routine

I've almost forgotten

what it is
to dine in company.

There is no other?

No one.

Where are you
living now?

I have a little flat
in Chelsea.

What do you do
all day?

Teach music.

And... I have
another interest,

though it's not the stuff
of polite chitchat.

Well, I'm too old
for that, anyway.

Well, I try to help women
who've come to grief.

To grief?

Ladies of the night.

Well, what do you do for them?

Not enough.

I have no money to spare,

but I can offer food
and sympathy.

Oh?

When Phil died... I was lost.

I had money enough to eat,

but... no will to breathe.

I went
to the embankment.

A woman found me just in time.

One of them?

Oh, I am one of them,
Uncle Jolyon.

I don't mean I...

I've never been reduced...

What I mean is, I know
what it is to be broken.

Well, I...

I don't know what to say.

This woman
knew nothing of me,

but she took me in

and sat with me
for three days and nights.

She had nothing,
but she fed me,

listened to me,
and I to her.

See, we pretend
they are different.

We make their lives
a secret

to make ourselves
feel better.

They are sometimes sad,
sometimes lonely,

but never different.

( coughs )

( choking )

I should have kept
to polite chitchat.

* Che faro... *

* Dove andro... *

* Che faro senza... *

* Che faro dove andro... *

* Che faro senza... *

( cries softly )

( music ends )

Perfect.

This room should be
filled with music.

It feels... no.

What?

As though it had been
waiting for you.

Irene?

Oh, I'm sorry;
that was crass of me.

I'm sorry, Irene.

( crying )

( playing "Fur Elise"
haltingly )

Parfitt!

Tell Beacon to bring
the carriage round

in ten minutes.

I'm going to London.

These boots... have
given up the ghost.

Beacon?

Take a detour,
would you,

to where you took
that lady

the other night.

The Chelsea lady, sir?

Yes, the Chelsea lady.

JOLYON:
I was passing by--

needed some new boots--

thought I'd pop in
and ask

about your drive home
the other night.

It was
perfectly agreeable.

Splendid.

So you would give my driver
another chance?

Well, pop your hat on.

We'll go out for a drive
in the Park.

Yes.

( peacock calling )

Has June forgiven me,
Uncle Jolyon?

Of course.

You have told her
in your letters

of our meeting?

Well, uh...

Then she has not.

I haven't asked.

I had no cause till now.

And you?

Well, I forgave you

as soon as I saw
how the land really lay.

I've never regretted...
I couldn't.

Did you ever love
very deeply?

( chuckles )

I'm long in the tooth
to be talking about love.

No, Phil
didn't think so.

He thought you had
one of those hearts

which never grow old.

He used to say you have
a real sense of beauty.

Why else am I
here with you?

( laughs softly )

You have lifted
my spirits.

Thank you.

Irene, come
to lunch on Wednesday.

I'll meet you
from the train.

I'd love to.

( whistling )

Good day, sir?

Capital, Parfitt, capital.

Shall I take
the boots, sir?

I have some
dubbin waiting.

Boots?

Oh, yes, boots.

( Jolyon humming cheerfully )

I'll do that
for you, Gran.

What?

No, no, it's not
a chore, my love.

( sniffs )

* Che faro... *

( humming )

You're early...

and looking
a little Londony,

if I may say so.

( chuckles )

Thank you.

I should
leave you in peace.

Oh, no,
please, let's walk,

breathe fresh air,
admire the flowers.

Mm.

JOLYON:
There's one flower in particular I should like you to see,

my sweet Holly.

I'm looking
forward to it.

There's something
about her

that reminds me of you.

Have you any little ones
amongst your pupils?

Yes, three,
two of them darlings.

Only two?

( chuckles )

And Holly's devoted
to music and dancing.

You wouldn't give me
your opinion

of her playing,
I suppose?

Gladly.

And suggest
a possible tutor?

Oh, well, yes.

I mean, for instance...

hmm?

I-I can't, Uncle Jolyon.

As much as I want
to please you,

there is June to consider.

( sighs )

When is she back,
in four weeks?

No, five.

Well, perhaps a short,
intensive course.

Gran!

Gran!

My darling,
here's the lovely lady

I told you about.

You're going
to teach me the piano?

( playing "The Happy Farmer")

Here comes,
the hefty Huguenot,

Mademoiselle Beauce.

( playing ends )

Holly?

Must I go?

I don't want
to say good-bye.

Then let's say
"au revoir..."

Till Wednesday?

Wednesday.

Bye-bye, sweet.

Poor little mite.

Her mother's death
was a shock to us all--

I'd grown to understand
what Jolyon saw in her.

Now that he
and June are away

I'm glad
of Holly's company.

IRENE:
She must give you so much pleasure.

Hers was the only face
that did...

till you came along.

No, no...
that's not humbug.

I never told a woman
I admired her unless I did.

My wife was funny
that way.

She used to want me
to say it

more often than I felt it.

When my little
sweet marries,

I hope she'll find a man

who understands
how women feel.

I won't be there
to see it.

But there's too much
topsy-turvydom in marriage;

I wouldn't want her
to pitch up against that.

But when you remarry,

I should hope
the same for you.

Oh...

Does... Soames...

never trouble you?

I've had no contact
with him since I left.

But the memories?

The memories trouble me
from time to time.

Not today.

Not in good company.

Herring, good of you to come.

Sit down, sit down.

Will you take
a glass of brandy?

If you've time before the opera.

So long as
you don't bill me

for the time it takes
to drink it.

You, uh, wish to make
a codicil to your will?

Yes, I do.

To my niece, Irene Forsyte--

now goes by her
maiden name of Heron.

And... the amount?

Fif... �15,000,
free of legacy duty.

She's a lucky woman, Jolyon.

She hasn't always been.

My fortune can do
nothing for the past,

might do some good
for the future.

( light, lyrical music playing)

I've always thought
the opera far more chic,

but Dartie is a ballet man.

Not an artistic choice,
I'm sure.

More to do with opera singers
being fat and wearing clo...

Sorry.

What was I saying?

You don't need
to worry about these--

the school fees
come out of father's account.

Well, I just wanted

to make sure
they were in order.

I couldn't ask Dartie.

You know what he's like
with facts and figures.

I should send them
off tomorrow.

Thanks so much, Soames.

Would you like
another drink?

Mm-mm...
I must go home.

I have some notes
to read for morning.

Before you do,

there's something
I need to tell you.

You mustn't get upset.

I went to the opera last night

and while I was there
I saw... someone

with a member of our family.

Irene with Uncle Jolyon?

You know?

But how?

It's a delicate situation--
people will talk.

But you will not, it seems...
not even to your sister.

So, have you
made contact with her?

No.

( humming absentmindedly )

Hello, Soames.

Dartie.

( clears throat )

Well, aren't you going in?

They're under
starter's orders.

Yes, of course I am.

Good night, then.

Good night, Dartie.

( overture to Carmen
playing within )

Who was that?

A fascinating chap.

You'd have liked him.

( overture continuing )

I'm a pretty host.

There'll be
other Carmens,

it's you I come to see.

Parfitt's an old woman,
he's always fussing.

Shall we eat?

Are you sure
you're all right?

Fit as a flea.

A drunken flea, maybe.

Perhaps you should lie down.

Nonsense, what I need
is perking up-- good food,

fine wine...

and a beautiful companion.

IRENE:
Promise me you'll go straight to bed--

no late night reading.

You're as bad
as Parfitt,

treat me
like an invalid.

I wouldn't dare.

Uh, I had a postcard
this morning;

June and Jo are expected
home on Friday.

Holly's full of beans,
wants to play for them

the moment they return.

Expect a demanding pupil
when you come tomorrow.

"Fur Elise."

What?

"Fur Elise," it's
by far and away her best piece.

Good, well, she'll have
a head start in the morning.

Sleep well.

Goodbye, Uncle Jolyon.

( horse whinnying,
carriage arriving )

Mrs. Heron wasn't
there, sir.

Beacon waited.

Oh.

She sometimes takes
an earlier train.

Thank you, Parfitt.

Sir.

( remembering melody from
Gluck's "Orfeo ed Euridice" )

( melody fades )

( wind whistling )

( "Fur Elise" being played )

Gran?

Gran.

Wait till Daddy sees.

I can almost
play it by ear.

Well done, Holly.

It's marvelous.

Marvelous.

You do think I'll be
ready by tomorrow?

What?

Oh!

You're almost
note-perfect now.

( Holly continues playing )

I don't wonder
that dog is so fat.

Irene.

I've come to say
I'm sorry.

It was a cowardly
thing to do.

Doesn't matter.

You're here.

Sit down.

I'll go and tell Parfitt

there'll be one more
for dinner.

No.

No, I think...

I think you
should sit down.

You look quite flushed.

It's nothing.

Warm weather.

It doesn't suit me.

I'm an impatient
old devil.

You've been thinking
of June, I know, but...

I've had a lot of time
to think myself.

There must be a way...

of leaving the past
where it is,

for Holly's sake,
if not for mine.

You are an impatient
old devil.

Who wouldn't be,
at my age?

( chuckles )

My heart's full, Irene.

And if you never
come again, so be it,

but there are things
I must say.

Do you have to?

Do we not
understand each other?

Enough to know

I don't need to be
protected from myself.

You're a jewel.

You brought me
laughter and joy,

and instead of
feeling satisfied,

you've made me
hungry for more.

And I despair that
I wasn't born later.

And I thank you.

I've done nothing.

You have.

You've seen me.

Not the wrinkles
and the stoop,

but here, what's inside.

You've changed
everything,

and I can't be
discreet anymore.

I can't shuffle meekly
towards my death.

Uncle Jolyon, you have
given me much more

than I have ever given you.

Then stay.

I have missed you.

Now, let me go and
speak with Parfitt.

And tell him we want
some champagne.

( sighs )

( dog howling )

( crystal shatters )

( gasps )

* 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. *