All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga - Episode 8

I hope I haven't startled you.

Are you waiting for someone?

Yes.

My shadow.

There she is.

Well, it's your own fault.

You gave me no choice.

Come back with me,
and there's an end to it.

( laughs incredulously )

You...

You are inhuman.

Then why do you want me?

Because you are mine!

I have a right!

( Soames breathing heavily )

I'm sorry.

I'm here to offer you
any terms you choose.

If I promise a separate house,
with just a visit...

No!

No.

Nothing.

You can hunt me to my grave,
but I shall never go with you.

I just want a child.

A son.

On any terms.

Please, Irene.

Good-bye.

It cannot be good-bye.

We are married.

Will you for once
listen to me?

Yes, I married you, but...

It was wrong.

I disliked you from the moment
we first lived together.

I hate you now,

and for hounding and bullying
me, I hate you more.

You should have kept your
promise and let me go,

and instead you have
suffocated me.

( hisses ):
Children...

your... son!

It's an utter degradation.

I know what you're up to!

You...

and Jolyon Forsyte!

SOAMES:
"I understand you have been

"in close contact
with Jolyon Forsyte.

"Pursue things with him...

and you will learn... the true
meaning of 'degradation.'"

Would you see
that Mrs. Heron

gets this note,
please?

Madame Heron left
this afternoon, Monsieur.

Very sudden.

Do you know
her address?

Non, Monsieur.

England?

Bonjour, Monsieur.

How much did Jolly tell you?

Hmm?

About why he enlisted.

Oh, he... he said...

it was to do with Val Dartie.

Some sort of a dare.

Silly young fool.

It was more than that.

It... it was a dare,
but the reason was

that he was trying
to stop our engagement.

Val and I are in love.

When we got engaged,
Jolly found out

and he dared Val to enlist
to try and break us up.

It's all my fault.

And they're out there now
and they could be killed.

Now you think me wicked.

No.

No, no, of course not,
my darling.

You know that I'm...
I'm not...

very friendly
with Val's family?

I know.

But I love him.

Well, that
settles it, then.

I'm very happy for you.

Oh... and you were
frightened to tell me.

Oh.

Oh, Dad.

Why do they dislike
each other?

They just do.

And because it happened
like it did,

because it's my fault,
I'm going out there.

Oh, Holly...

I'm going out with June.

I'm going out
as a nurse, too.

So all three of you out there?

Oh...

Terrible news from Mafeking,
isn't it, Mr. Forsyte?

Let's hope that Baden-Powell
fellow turns up trumps.

What do you
want, Polteed?

Not to talk
about the war?

We've done your business
for you, sir.

At last--
conclusive evidence.

Of?

Everything.

The male party, sir.

Who is this party?

Description
as follows:

Uh... "Middle-aged,
tall, pale,

red hair, guilty look
and manner..."

and... et cetera.

Well, what's
so significant?

Well, the
significance, sir,

is that that
same evening,

that same male
was seen leaving her hotel bedroom.

It's hot.

Isn't it?

So now what?

Well, it's
just a matter

of tracing
them again.

It seems that they
slipped off back to England.

We had thought
together, but...

But what?

It's very
possibly the case.

You'd better concentrate
on the fellow at this end.

47, you called him.

Watch him and you
may well find her.

Not to pursue the Paris
party then, sir?

No.

( snickers and laughs )

Don't come
to the station, Dad.

It only prolongs
the agony.

I won't, I...

( sighs )

And don't worry
about that.

How strange that it
should arrive today.

Mmm... meant,
you see?

We'll give Jolly
the best nursing possible.

You might not even see him.

Dad, he's our brother,

of course they'll
let us nurse him.

And all our training's
been for wounds--

we've had virtually nothing
for typhoid.

He's not
in any danger, Holly.

"No immediate danger."

In enough for them
to send a telegram,

telling you
Jolly's so unwell.

Well, he'll be safe
from bullets.

It's almost a relief.

Exactly my feeling.

Well... is this it?

"If it be now..."

I am...

so proud of you all.

You're left behind.

That's worse.

Bye.

Good-bye.

Safe journey.

Jolyon.

( laughs )

I don't understand, um...

Soames came to Paris,

so I returned to England
three days ago.

I'm in a hotel
in Richmond.

I first thought
of Richmond,

I suspect, because it's
so close to Robin Hill.

So I've just said
my good-byes to... to Holly and June.

I'm selfish.

You must want
to be alone.

No, no, no,
absolutely not.

Please.

My... my boy is
very ill out there.

I'm sorry.

POLTEED:
The two-- that is, 17 and 47--

have been observed
to meet daily in Richmond Park.

There is a degree of intimacy
in their demeanor.

Well, add to that our
observations in Paris

earlier in the year,
and I feel confident that you...

we...

your client...

could now make a very
strong case for divorce.

You know who she is,
don't you?

Such things happen,
Mr. Forsyte.

But there'd be
great familiarity--

laughing together,
walking both in and out...

I don't want to hear this.

I'll put it with
Linkman and Laver.

Yes, sir.

Then there's nothing more
to say.

Make your report
to them

and continue
to observe discretion.

My shadow has returned.

Oh?

In fact,
there's more than one.

It appears that
here in England

they can afford
to ring the changes.

How did they find you?

Well, that's
absolutely clear--

they're also watching you.

They're watching me?!

Yes.

Oh, surely not.

Mr. Forsyte.

How sordid.

( chuckles )

A telegram, sir.

Oh, no.

Is it Jolly?

Yes.

Yes, he's dead.

IRENE:
If you could have, would you have changed places with him?

YOUNG JOLYON:
Out there, and died?

IRENE:
Yes.

YOUNG JOLYON:
Yes, of course I would.

Oh, very pretty!

What do you want?

And as if one needed
further evidence!

I think you're a witness,
aren't you?

That's... that's
all right, Nora.

I should have brought
a horsewhip.

What do you want?

I am here to tell you

that unless you swear
to keep clear of each other,

I shall divorce her
with every circumstance

of... degradation...

to you both.

Will you swear it?

Will you keep away from her?

No.

Your name will be dirt.

So be it.

What about you?

Will you swear it?

No.

I have enough evidence,
you know.

You've been watched everywhere.

You've been watched!

And it won't just be desertion.

You know what I'm saying.

Yes.

And it doesn't worry you?

Please go.

( shouts ):
Adulteress!

( Soames breathing harshly )

( breathing hard )

That term fits, does it not?

Yes.

You have...

( sighs )

( quietly ):
Yes.

You're a devil.

And you, an embezzler
of trust property--

a thief, stealing
his cousin's wife!

Go.

You'll pay for it.

I shall be very happy.

I hope you'll treat him
as you treated me.

( groans )

( door closes )

Thank you for that good lie.

No.

It wasn't difficult.

( crying )

Jolly.

Jolly.

( sobbing )

My boy.

( sobbing )

( sniffles )

DRIVER:
Whoa.

Walk on.

Good evening, sir.

( sniffs deeply )

( knock at door )

What!

EMILY:
Are you all right, Soames?

Yes! Go away!

( remembers waltz playing )

( crying )

( sighs deeply )

( whispering ):
Just one chance.

Just one last chance.

( gasps and sighs )

JAMES:
Why doesn't he come in?

EMILY:
You can speak to him in the morning.

I could be dead
in the morning.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm here.

Oh, he's here, look.

( softly ):
He's been in a state all evening.

I could die tonight.

Nonsense.

But if I did,
there's all that money.

Where is it
going to go?

Dartie?!

No.

There's Val, of course,
but it's too much.

And he's out there,
in any case.

Things could happen.

And there's his money.

Whose money?

Soames's money.

Where's that
going to go?

And if he dies,
the name goes out.

The name?

There are dozens of Forsytes!

JAMES:
As if that helped me.

I'll be in my grave
and there'll be nobody,

unless he has a son.

How can Soames have a son?

JAMES:
A divorce!

There, I've said it.

I don't know what's
become of... her.

They say
she's gone abroad.

She won't be alone,
I should say.

She isn't.

JAMES:
See?

Get a divorce.

And have a son.

James, Soames...
it's his business.

You're quite right, Dad.

What?

I'm getting a divorce.

There!

Nobody tells me anything!

Well, this is a surprise.

I'm setting it in motion.

It won't be defended.

( knocking on door )

You are quite a stranger,
Monsieur.

Where's your mother, Annette?

I have some news
for her.

( gasps )

Monsieur,
please sit down.

Let it pass.

I'm strong.

It's merely the weather.

Is your mother here?

Of course.

I'll be quite
straight with you, Madame Lamotte--

I am a rich man.

I have never doubted it.

My house
at Mapledurham--

while I live
with my parents,

it seems
such a waste.

A most beautiful house.

But not for a man alone.

( chuckles )

It needs a wife.

You do understand,
it's many years

since my wife and I...
lived together.

Under English law,
I shall not be free to marry

until the decree absolute,
six months from now.

Annette is patient.

( chuckles )

Elle a le temps.

In which case, I have the honor
to ask to be considered

a formal suitor
for the hand of your daughter.

May I ask, Monsieur, what might
Annette's expectations be?

I calculate I am worth
approximately �130,000.

My annual income
appears to be around �10,000 per annum,

my expenditure
around �2,000.

I would immediately settle
�15,000 on Annette,

and I would suggest
that I buy this restaurant

and the goodwill from you.

You could retire on the capital,

and if I were to install
a manager here,

I would designate such
income as it generates towards you.

I think Annette
will be very happy

to accept you
as a suitor, Monsieur.

It was quite straightforward
in the end.

Decree nisi.

Then it's over,
dear boy--

not before time.

Were they in court?

They're abroad somewhere.

I was fond of her--

always have been.

Hello, Ma.

Val!

Oh, Val!

Oh, but you're hurt!

Nothing to worry about.

My poor boy!

Your leg, is it?

A bullet--
a stray bullet,

just on the ankle.

It's doing fine,

but I've not
much movement.

Oh!

It'll improve.

Hello, Uncle Soames.

Val.

Is Dad here?

Yes, I... I'll
send for him.

No, I just...
wanted to know, really.

WINIFRED:
All right.

Oh, come and sit down.

( giggling )

Tell us, does this mean
you're discharged?

Yes.

Oh, thank God!

VAL:
Yes.

I was very lucky.

It wasn't soldiering--

it was burning farms.

Awful business.

They hated us, and
who could blame them?

I was lucky to get out
with just this leg.

And frankly,
I was glad to.

I'd little sympathy
with our actions.

Right, well, I think I'll...

Actually, Uncle Soames,
I'd prefer you to stay.

You see... my leg
isn't why I came back.

Of course not,
you're discharged.

Not that, either.

The thing is,
I'm married.

What? What to?

I mean, who to?

To Holly Forsyte, my
Uncle Jolyon's daughter.

Oh, Val.

We intended
to tell you.

Why, I didn't even know
that you knew her.

You shouldn't have done it.

You don't understand--
that family, they...

There's a history.

I know there's
a history.

I want to know
what it is.

You're too young.

I'm married,

I've been
through a war.

If this can't be undone,
and I don't suppose it can,

then I suggest he returns
to South Africa with her.

It's just about over, isn't it?

They'll need new blood.

There'll be opportunities.

For God's sake,
don't tell Father.

It has deeply affected
your Uncle Soames.

Are you saying Holly
has things to be ashamed of?

Not Holly,
of course not.

Does her father know
she's married you?

We intended to tell him,
but he's in Italy.

Will you excuse me
a moment?

Where are you going?

She's in a cab outside.

Oh!

Oh...

Coast clear, is it?

Of the dismal Soames.

Val's here, Monty.

Injured and married.

And rather firmer.

Married, you say?

Yes.

And you must be
sensible

and not show him up.

He's very wary of you.

( clears throat )

DARTIE:
Ah!

Hello, Dad.

Hello, old man.

This...

This is Holly.

Belter.

WINIFRED:
My dear.

Oh, my dear.

This is such
a surprise.

We were so sorry to hear
about your brother.

Thank you.

This is my father.

Oh, yeah.

Well, how
do you do?

I'm sorry how
this has happened.

I hope you don't feel
we've been deceitful.

Oh, I'm very well,
thank you, Mr. Dartie.

Have we met?

And the weather out there
is really terrific--

it's much better for
Val's leg than here.

VAL:
I hadn't told them yet, dear.

I'm sorry...

Uncle Soames will
have his wish.

You see...

we're planning to go
to South Africa, anyway.

Oh, my dear Val.

Well.

Nothing like
a bit of weather.

It's good in
Buenos Aires, too.

( bells chiming in distance )

SOAMES:
Father.

Mother.

This is
Mademoiselle Lamotte.

How do you do,
Mr. Forsyte?

JAMES:
Did you have a good crossing?

We've lost our queen.

Did you know?

Well, yes.

JAMES:
It's the end of an era.

Have to start
all over again, you see.

And that's where
you come in.

Winifred.

How do you do.

How do you do.

My sister.

How kind of you
to wear black.

Most respectful.

One doesn't expect it
of foreigners.

Certainly not
the French.

SWITHIN:
How do you...

take to London?

Oh, I know London
very well.

Any particular part?

Soho.

BOTH:
Soho?

ANNETTE:
I have lived there for years.

My mother has
a restaurant.

You mean she owns a premises?

She works there.

As I do.

We are tenants
of Mr. Forsyte.

We shall be living
down at Mapledurham.

We have decided
against a honeymoon.

You have to get on
with things, I suppose.

ANNETTE:
That Monsieur Dartie.

Je n'aime pas
ce type l�.

SOAMES:
No, by George.

But your aunts
are amusing.

They are also
infernally rude.

( giggling )

You shouldn't mention Soho,
you know.

It's got rather
a reputation.

And this business
about the restaurant...

it needs understanding.

In England, our leisured
and professional classes

believe themselves to be

a cut above
our business classes,

that is unless
they're rich.

So don't say
you're in trade,

because it puts a label
around your neck

and you won't meet
the right people.

Well, it is the same
in France.

It is?

Well, then, it's all down
to class, isn't it,

and... now you're
a cut above, so...

Well, that's good.

You understand.

Comme vous �tes sage.

( door chime ringing )

Ah!

Monsieur, Madame!

How are you today?

Are you are being looked after?

Yes, yes.

Uh, Gustave.

Excusez-moi.

ANNETTE:
Soames!

Whatever is it?!

Those people!

Monsieur et Madame?

They come often.

They do?

Yes.

What is the matter?

Ask them to leave.

No.

I cannot; why should I?

They are not respectable.

What?

They are not married!

Coming in
in that condition!

( giggles )

Oh, but of course
you are serious?

Throw them out at once!

No.
Annette!

No!

Do you disobey me?

Yes.

Soames...

whatever those people
are to you,

you must let it go.

It is for them that
they are not married.

What does it matter
that she's pregnant?

She is
a beautiful woman.

She will have
beautiful babies.

( stifled scream, panting )

Oh, but you
are bleeding!

It's nothing.

I'm going home.

Good night, Soames.

DRIVER:
Whoa, there!

Whoa, steady on,
girl.

SWITHIN:
Here we are, here we are!

GEORGE:
Come on, uncle, down you get.

How's this for
a wicky-up, eh?

You been here
before?

Uh... I wasn't asleep,
you know.

Absolutely, Uncle.

There, there.

Enchant�e.

Charmed.

Mrs. Small.

Annette.

Miss Forsyte.

Hello, my dear.

Lovely house--
lovely house!

Aren't you so lucky,
my dear?

Isn't she,
Hester?

You're caught up
in my cape!

It's a
beautiful house, so tasteful.

Soames, of course--
exquisite taste.

DARTIE ( chuckling ):
So, my captain!

( car horn honking )

We hit a pheasant!

We hit a blasted pheasant!

Fowl for supper--
tell cook!

Oh! Never again!

IMOGEN:
I must look a fright!

SWITHIN:
Dreadful things.

We never bothered
with them in my time.

( men chuckling )

Hello, old man.

90 years today!

Excuse me not getting up.

Oh, you mustn't.

I can't.

We've brought you gifts.

Wasting your money.

You're very kind,
Hester.

James will be
delighted with them.

I wouldn't be.

Juley chose them.

HESTER:
How are you feeling?

( moaning ):
It's a long journey.

EMILY:
He's very tired.

Not sure I should've come.

Come on, Dad.

You're not 90
every day.

There's life
in you yet.

No one else has
reached 90...

not Ann,
not Jolyon...

Happy Birthday, Daddy.

You look marvelous!

Happy birthday,
Grandfather.

( both giggling )

( women chattering )

And you're happy
in your wife?

Yes, Dad.

Is she a good one--
this time?

I think so, Dad.

Then there's this dance
they do out there-- "the Tango."

They do it
in the streets-- anywhere.

The man...

Come here, George.

Come on.

He grabs the girl,
like this,

and she sort of
turns round, bends back,

sort of thrusting
herself,

and, well, they...

Well, I mean, it looks
as if they, uh...

I bet they do
afterwards-- To music.

Topping-- right up
your street, old boy.

( chuckles )

What do you think of
the French wife, Dartie?

( sighs )

How does he do it?

Yeah, well,
does he do it?

I'll lay you six-to-four
a little Jolyon

before a little Soames.

Mmm.

No takers.

( chuckles )

IMOGEN:
You're only a few years older than me,

yet you're
already married and everything.

Isn't it extraordinary?

ANNETTE:
You will soon be thinking

of finding someone.

Why did you pick
Uncle Soames?

You don't think
I should have?

Do you love him?

No.

Golly.

( chuckles )

I wanted a good husband,

I want children, I want
a comfortable life.

I believe Soames will
give me these things.

Love?

It is good, but...

there are things
apart from love.

( tings glass )

( murmuring stops )

SOAMES:
To the dearest father in the world.

It's been a privilege
to know you.

I bless you, I thank you.

( softly ):
"Privilege to know you"?

Hear, hear.

ALL:
James.

ALL:
Happy birthday, James.

Happy birthday, Dad.

I think you should
say a word, James.

Me?

EMILY:
Thank Soames and everyone.

Lovely party.

Well, thanking
people does no good.

Soames has got
his wife.

That's all
I care about.

And I hope you're
going the right way

toward getting a son.

GEORGE:
Ha!

Six-to-four,
no takers!

What?

Well, it's here
in black and white:

"To Mrs. and
Mrs. Jolyon Forsyte,

a son at Robin Hill."

Irene has had a son?

( softly ):
What did I tell you?

Well, how strange.

JULEY:
It only seems a month or two

since we read of their marriage.

It is only a month...

or two.

How very interesting.

Irene, eh?

She was a fair
little popsy.

( both stifling laughter )

Well...

I was going to tell you all,
in any case.

The fact is, Annette...

is happily anticipating
an event herself.

( surprised gasps )

Ah!

Oh!
Oh!

I'm very proud.

JAMES:
Ah... here, a boy!

A boy-- you hear me?

( James chuckling )

It has to be a boy.

( both chuckling )

This was the house that
was built as my prison.

But you're not Soames.

( soft knock at door )

Come in, Nora.

Not Nora.

Oh, my word!

June!

Hello.

Well.

I thought I was a surprise
for you, but...

JUNE:
That's wonderful.

That's so wonderful.

Here, let me,
let me take this.

A girl?

Boy.

"Jon."

Jon.

That's lovely.

June, sit, please.

I never saw Jolly,
you know.

I tried, but they
wouldn't let me.

I was so appalled.

Yes.

( whispering ):
No pain, apparently.

Not too much.

Isn't this awkward?

Would you like to hold him?

( softly ):
Hello.

I'm so glad you're here.

This is one man I'm very
pleased to know loves you.

( screaming )

( Annette panting and gasping)

( Annette screaming in agony)

What's happening?

You have a choice...

and not
an enviable one.

If I operate, I
can save your wife,

but you'll lose the baby.

If I don't operate,

the baby will almost
certainly live,

but at a great risk
to your wife...

a grave risk.

( screaming continuing )

Either way,
she'll never have another baby.

How long till...

You can see how she is.

( shrieking )

( Dartie humming a jolly tune)

( knock on door )

Hello, old man.

What the hell
do you want?

( moaning and groaning )

Been sent
to bring you, old boy.

I say, you're rather...

What do you mean "bring"?

Well, uh... I'm sorry to say,
old chap,

but the, uh...
the old man's not too chipper.

Dad?
Yes.

Sorry, old boy.

( Annette screaming )

My wife might be
dying up there.

The doctor says
he can save

either her or
the baby, not both.

Good grief.

Sorry, old chap.

What would she choose?

Well, to live, wouldn't she?

With me?

She didn't marry me
for love, you know.

She wants a child.

Unless it's now,

the doctor says
she'll never have one.

Now there's Dad, too.

Well, it's
a rotten show, old boy.

That fellow... Jolyon.

He ha children already.

And now he has the woman I want
and a son by her,

yet I'm asked
to destroy my own child!

Annette can't die!

She's strong.

( tapping at door )

I need
a decision.

How is she?

Do everything you can,
but don't operate.

You said there was a chance?

Not much of one.

She's young, she's strong.

Don't operate.

Very well.

( Annette shrieking loudly,
then stops )

This time tomorrow,

I could have her
death on my hands.

And I should be
with my father.

( footsteps descending
the stairs )

MAID:
It's over, sir.

Well?

You made
the right choice.

Both alive.

They'll be all right.

( sighs )

A daughter.

You can look.

A daughter.

I have to go.

A daughter.

A daughter is cruel.

Dad.

Soames.

( rasping )

Here I am, Dad.

What... news?

They...

( murmuring )

Good news, Dad... the best.

Annette...

she's had a son.

( groans with relief )

This is awful.

Can't you
do something?

No, only an injection.

JAMES:
A son...

A son?

Yes, Dad.

( quietly gasping )

SOAMES:
He's being slowly smothered.

( rasping )

( breathing slows and stops )

At last.

I suffered terribly...

terribly.

I know.

Thank God
I can't have any more.

I suffered too much.

( shushes )

The doctor came back again.

He said I would get better...

but no more babies.

Yes.

How's your father?

He died.

Last night.

Quel malheur.

Don't you want to see
our daughter?

Of course.

You can hold her.

Ma petite fleur.

Fleur...

We'll call her Fleur.