All language subtitles for the forsyte saga 2002 S1E6

( knocking at door )

I will sit with her now.

No.

Don't go!

I can stay.

The ship docks
at 10:00.

Tomorrow night?

No, morning.

( sighs )

Means I'll have
to break the news.

Miss June will
be desolate.

( footsteps approach )

Mrs. Heron.

She is asleep at last.

We've...
kept some dinner for you, ma'am.

Oh.

And Anne has aired
the guest room.

Young Mister Jolyon
and Miss June

are due back
in the morning.

No, I cannot trouble you,
I'm sorry.

It's no trouble,
ma'am.

I have appointments to keep.

I must get home tonight.

Beacon will be
with you directly, ma'am.

Sad day.

Yes.

Yes, it is, indeed.

For all of us.

OLD JOLYON:
You're a jewel.

You brought me laughter
and joy...

and I despair
that I wasn't born later.

And I thank you.

If we'd had
any idea...

we should never
have gone away.

Never.

Was he in pain?

PARFITT:
He didn't seem to be, sir.

It was most
unexpected.

He was not
in pain, no,

but he was
agitated.

He was often thus
when Mrs. Heron came.

Mrs. Heron?

The lovely lady.

Mrs. Irene Heron?

She came to give
piano lessons,

and stayed
to dinner often.

( clock ticking )

( birds chirping )

( footsteps approaching )

Jolyon?

Sorry.

I've just got back

from the solicitor's.

Oh.

Heirlooms?

Oh...

They're my grandfather's.

The sign he'd
finally arrived.

And Gran left them
to you.

( sighs )

I suppose this means
that I've finally arrived.

There is another bequest,
one that I wasn't expecting.

He left £15,000 to Irene.

She works fast.

How long were we gone,
three months?

I'm sure she didn't set out...

Oh, Irene never sets out.

Things just fall into her lap,
time after time.

June...

Thank you for the warning.

Does this mean
that she'll be at the funeral?

No.

That's something to be
thankful for, at least.

YOUNG JOLYON:
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun,

"Nor the furious winter's rages;

"Thou thy worldly task
hast done.

"Home art gone
and ta'en thy wages:

"Golden lads and girls all must,

"As chimney sweepers,
come to dust.

"Fear no more
the frown o' the great;

"Thou art past
the tyrant's stroke;

"Care no more to clothe and eat;

"To thee the reed is as the oak;

"The sceptre, learning,
physic, must

"All follow this,
and come to dust.

"Fear no more
the lightning-flash,

"Nor the all-dreaded
thunder-stone;

"Fear not slander, censure rash;

"Thou hast finish'd
joy and moan:

"All lovers young,
all lovers must

Consign to thee,
and come to dust."

( soil drops )

Walls in ebony
and magnolia,

illuminations
by electricity.

Let me guess,
you're taking mental notes.

Under instruction
from the aunts.

Ah.

They've been desperate
to see this place for years.

They should've
graced us

with their
presence then.

It's more than a mile
from Hyde Park

and Hester gets
palpitations.

Besides, the reality never
lives up to the description.

Who taught you that?

Dartie?

What, hmm?

Nothing, dear.

So this was what
all the fuss was about.

Shh.

What do you think?

Bit plain-- reminds
me of a prison.

And only you'd know.

Original, I suppose,
the old buccaneer.

Good of you to say so.

My condolences,
Jolyon.

Thank you.

We appreciate
your coming.

It seems we only
ever meet at funerals.

Mercifully.

EMILY:
I'm so sorry, Jolyon.

You must be devastated.

Well, I just wish
we could've been here.

EMILY:
One always feels

one could've done more.

You were reconciled,
at least.

That's some consolation.

Hmm.

But it feels like
the end of an era.

JAMES:
Tis.

First Forsyte
to be buried in a plot

other than the family's.

James.

Well, I say "plot";

more like a scrubby
piece of field.

Flowers anywhere...
weeds, probably.

Where's the dignity
in that?

You've heard about the will,
I suppose?

Yes.

15,000 to Irene.

I know.

Typical,
isn't it?

Oh, June, hello.

Typical of what?

Of Gran, to remember
the underdog.

Irene may be persona non
grata in some circles...

In all circles.

But she is, strictly
speaking, still a Forsyte.

And she was very good
to Gran at the end.

While you were away, yes.

Excuse me.

Question is, who is
going to tell Soames?

I think
he probably knows.

Hmm... why her,
I wonder.

Jolyon hardly
knew her.

Do you know?

DARTIE:
What?

Why Jolyon left
all that money to Irene...

What's
her name now?

Irene Heron?

Oh, come on,
James,

use your
imagination.

Excuse me.

( clears throat )

YOUNG JOLYON:
Excuse me.

( whispers ):
James. James.

Uh, thank you for coming,
all of you,

for paying your respects.

Some people retreat
as they get older.

Not Dad.

He grew better with age.

His horizons broadened.

He became more flexible,
more compassionate.

He accepted
that different people

might want to live their lives
in different ways.

He was a man of honesty,
bravery, conviction,

never afraid to apologize,
never afraid to love.

He stood for everything that was
great about the Forsyte name.

Hear, hear.

I grew up, as many of you did,

trying... failing...
to follow in his footsteps.

I see no reason
to stop trying now.

Um...

I ask you to raise your glasses.

To Jolyon Forsyte.

ALL:
Jolyon Forsyte.

I meant what I said
this afternoon.

We don't breed men
like Dad anymore.

We're... just full
of doubt now...

and apologetic...

smaller.

But the world's a more
complicated place.

Mmm.

If you could
turn back the clock,

change one thing,

what would it be?

Bosinney, I suppose.

I don't know.

I can't answer that.

Gran had a long life.

But I wish...

I wish I'd had the chance
to thank him.

That would be mine.

He did know, didn't he?

He didn't think
that we'd stopped loving him.

We weren't here
to tell him.

I don't care
if I sound self-pitying.

Blame it on the brandy.

There's something
ironic, isn't there,

that all the people I love,
really love,

all gravitate to her in the end,

and they always love
Irene more.

That does sound self-pitying.

He could never have
loved anyone more than you--

myself included.

He said so
many times.

You were
his second chance,

the light
of his life.

The beat of his heart.

YOUNG JOLYON:
Had he discussed the will?

I think he knew his time
was running out, but no.

Then this was...
this was quite a shock.

Yes.

The money, yes,
but not the gesture.

How was he...
in the end?

The very end.

Happy?

Peaceful?

( amused ):
No.

No, he was too
greedy for life.

He said his
heart was full.

He shared some of
his thoughts with me.

If I had known we
had so little time,

I would have been
freer with mine.

It's my only regret.

He blessed my world,
Jolyon,

as you bless his.

He goes on
blessing it now.

I can imagine.

( weeps )

I'm sorry.

I don't know
where that came from.

Don't apologize, please.

Thank you for being there.

( crowd whispering )

Now, when
he comes in,

you'll go
and play.

Montague!

Shh! Dad, behave!

Val!

Be quiet, Ma.

They're coming.

VAL:
Imogen.

And you were
in court today?

Adjourned, Mother.

Ah.

After you.

Would you get
the door, dear?

The handle is
so very stiff.

( people clap, cheer and laugh)

My word.

GROUP:
* For he's a jolly good fellow

* For he's a jolly good fellow

* For he's a jolly good fellow

* And so say all of us.

MAN:
Hip, hip!

GROUP:
Hooray!

MAN:
Hip, hip!

GROUP:
Hooray!

MAN:
Hip, hip!

CROWD:
Hooray!

Congratulations,
Uncle Soames.

My word.

All this for me?

Happy birthday,
Uncle Soames.

Imogen.

Well played.

Happy birthday, Soames, dear.

Aunt Juley.

Whose idea was
this again?

Imogen's.

She's very fond of Soames.

They both are.

I know.

As a consolation,
you don't look ancient.

Imogen!

Being ancient has
its compensations.

HESTER:
Imogen, dear,

your grandmama
wants you to play.

I don't suppose you've
heard from Irene?

Birthday good wishes,
that type of thing?

Happy birthday.

It's been ten years,
Juley.

Twelve.

A long time, anyway.

Young Jolyon Forsyte's
her trustee, you know.

Did you know that?

I didn't, no.

I gather she travels
these days.

The continent
and suchlike.

Lots of elderly widowers
looking for company.

I doubt she's
ever lonely.

Happy birthday, Soames.

Aunts.

You should have brought
la belle Annette.

I am married, Winifred.

Separated.

Legally, I am married.

She is an unmarried,
French Roman Catholic...

* The millers dearly
love to go a-roving... *

Attractive, astute.

Available?

Why didn't I act
all those years ago?

I should've started proceedings
the day Irene moved.

I had evidence then.

You could get evidence now.

All those elderly widowers.

It's not as simple
as that, Winifred.

* Roving, a-roving...

Her mother runs a restaurant.

She's a Soho shopgirl.

Ye gods!

People are bound to find out
she's in trade.

You're right,
of course.

But it won't be
a first, Soames.

I mean,
look at Dartie,

without a penny
to his name.

And hasn't he repaid
the family's faith in him?

He's given me two
wonderful children.

WINIFRED:
Look at Imogen and Val.

They're delightful.

You should grab
her, Soames,

before some other
lucky fellow does.

( music ends )

MAN:
Bravo.

Ah, Gustave.

Monsieur!

What a pleasant surprise.

Evening, Annette.

I just dropped in
to talk to your mother

about pulling down
that partition.

Always working?

( clicks tongue )

( laughs )

Do you know how pretty
you look tonight?

And always so kind.

Not a bit kind.

Sit.

Are you happy here?

Or do you want to go
back to France?

Oh, I like London.

Paris, of course.

But London is so much
better than Orleans,

and the English countryside
is so beautiful.

I went to Henley
last Sunday.

Oh, with a friend?

With my mother.

I have a house nearby.

Mapledurham.

It sits there empty
during the week

but I enjoy
my weekends there.

I want you and your mother
to come over next Sunday.

That would be lovely.

It's understood, then.

ANNETTE'S MOTHER:
The meal was excellent.

In every way.

SOAMES:
Praise indeed.

And your home...

Si chic, si élégant.

Tu ne trouves pas,
Annette?

Vraiment.

Please, sit.

Sadly,
I don't always

have the time
to enjoy it.

This price we pay.

Perhaps,
but it's not a price

I intend to pay forever.

There's more to life

than being a solicitor,
however successful.

I hope one day
to have a family,

come down here
more than just the weekends,

indulge my passions.

ANNETTE'S MOTHER:
Most admirable.

I hope one day
you will achieve it.

When I set my mind
on something,

I usually do.

SOAMES:
This is what I like to call my art gallery.

When you talked
about your passions?

This is it.

It began as
a mild interest.

And now?

It consumes me.

Perhaps you consider
that unhealthy.

( Annette laughs )

We French consider
all passions healthy.

This picture--
I recognize the style.

Meissonier.

Of course.

What a jewel.

Do you like it,
Annette?

I do.

I like this more.

Ah, my latest
acquisition.

It's my third work
by this artist

and undoubtedly
his finest.

What is it
that you like?

I cannot say.

I am embarrassed
to admit it.

Eh, maman.

To be taught
about French artists

by an Englishman.

( women chuckle )

Naturellement.

C'est toujours
comme ça.

Thanks very much.

( people murmur and laugh )

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Edward.

Very nice to see you.

Still losing?

Well done.

Keep up the good work.

CROUPIER:
Eight! Mr. Dartie wins.

( people cheer )

MAN:
Why, lucky eight!

Hazard, eh?

You must have
some money to burn?

( cackles )

DARTIE:
We're on a winning streak.

Ladies, you're in for a treat.

George Forsyte, Paloma.

Encantada.

DARTIE:
Partner in crime,

and the proud owner

of the rear end
of my racehorse.

Meet Nuria.

Encantada.

Encantada to you, too.

( all giggle )

So you like my pearls?

Monty-- he gave me.

Very much, Paloma.

MAN:
I can't believe you've never been before.

More of
a racing man.

Finish off these

and I'll take
you through to the gaming room;

watch you lose
your shirt.

You'll lose yours first.

I've seen too much.

Last time
I was in here

Viscount Ranelagh
blew 23,000--

in a single sitting.

VAL'S FRIEND:
He could afford it.

Lot of them can't.

What do you say...

we go the whole hog?

GEORGE:
Don't be a fool, Dartie.

That's a tidy pile;
you could rest on your laurels.

Oh, listen to him.

"Rest on your laurels."

DARTIE:
Don't be such a Forsyte.

GEORGE:
Don't say I didn't warn you.

What do you think,
gentlemen?

Should I rest
on my laurels,

with my lucky
Spanish charms?

DARTIE:
Or should I go the whole hog?

The whole hog it is, then.

Very good.

It's a man's game,
George.

Eight?

Ocho.

CROUPIER:
Eleven...

Mr. Dartie loses.

Dios mio.

Ay!

( man chuckles )

I, uh... beg you pardon.

No need.

She's your sort, Dartie.

Looks as fiery
as all hell.

Eat you for breakfast.

No fear.

VAL:
Come on, Crum, drink up.

I want to try my luck.

CROUPIER:
Black 90.

( croupier speaks indistinctly)

I'm finished.

You'll get by.

Not this time
I won't.

Tighten your belt.

Liquidize a few assets.

I have none, you know that.

Well, there's the horse,
I suppose.

Five hundred, she's yours.

Oh.

Stop acting
the goat.

You're up on the night.

Only just.

You're as bad as Winifred.

Don't make a fellow grovel.

Three.

450.

Four's the best I can manage.

( scoffs )

Done.

You only had 400,
you said.

No, I said four's
the best I can manage.

Here, I'll seal it
with a drink.

( slurs ):
You're sure you can manage it?

( mumbles )

( yelps )

CRUM:
Bounder!

He's screwed,
look at him!

MAN:
Disgusting behavior.

Val?

Friend of yours,
is he?

DARTIE:
That's my son.

He's your father?

Val?

DARTIE:
Val!

Val!

( people laughing )

Val!

Steady on.

Lord's sakes, Freddie.

Nearly gave me a heart attack.

( clears throat )

Is Val home?

Hours ago.

Wouldn't touch his supper;
just went straight to bed.

I waited up.

We've been robbed.

( stops pouring )

No!

Mmm, someone broke into
the house and stole my pearls.

Nothing else,
just my pearls.

You remember-- the ones you
bought me when Imogen was born.

The ones that led to all that
trouble with the bailiffs.

Yes, I remember them all right.

( clears throat )

Dash it, Freddie, you
must be heartbroken.

I was going to go
down to Scotland Yard myself.

And then
I thought...

( laughs )

I ought to wait
till you got in.

Monty?

What?

Oh, it struck me

that the police
might think it odd

that just the pearls
went, nothing else.

Are you accusing me?

I'm asking you.

That's right.

Blame Monty.

Everybody, blame Monty.

Don't be a clown,
Monty.

Put that away.

I'll put it away, all right.

No, Monty, please!

Live or die, I don't care!

Be quiet, woman! Sit down!

I'm lower than the servants
in this house

and I'm tired of it!

I'm tired of all
the questioning,

standing in line,
holding out my hand!

And I'm tired of life.

No, Monty!

( cartridge clicks )

( yelps )

( sobbing )

( Dartie laughing )

Well, you'll certainly get

a few good stories out of this,
won't you?

Hmm?

You and your pals.

Dartie and the duff revolver.

Oh, don't be like that.

Val'll laugh,
that's for sure.

You've got him like just
all the other Forsytes.

A priggish little snob.

( revolver drops to floor )

So what if I did
take the pearls?

I bought them.

I can give them
to whoever I like!

Pearls should be
for a slender throat,

not that turkey
gobbler of yours.

Monty!

I gave them to a Spanish beauty.

Neck like a swan.

Do you
know what?

She was grateful for them.

I don't want to hear.

No, you don't, do you?

You're a thief,
and a blackguard!

You're the limit, Monty,
you really are!

( sobbing quietly )

I've been to the Iseeum,
spoken to George.

Dartie's left for Buenos Aires.

He's gone then.

Sailed this morning.

So here we are--
two peas in a pod,

abandoned both.

Are you crying, Winifred?

No.

I just thought... once
the whisky had worn off, that...

We should
have him shadowed

once he lands.

I'll cable at once.

The sooner these things
are done, the better.

Can you prove cruelty?

Well, he...
twisted my arm.

Mm-hmm.

Or would pointing
a pistol count?

Good.

Or being too drunk
to undress...

I can't, Soames.

What about the children?

For the sake
of the children,

you must move on.

Easy for you to say.

I speak from experience.

You're not alone,
Winifred.

I want to be out
of this state--

married, yet unmarried.

I want to start again.

Well, good for you.

You don't have children
to consider.

And never will,
unless I change my situation.

There must be...

something else.

I mean, for me, I mean.

A legal separation?

Separation's not living;
it's limbo.

You must choose divorce.

If you won't
consider cruelty, go for desertion.

There's a way of shortening
the two years now.

You apply to the courts for
restitution of conjugal rights.

Restitution?

Ask for him back?

It's a game.

Of course you don't
want him back,

but the court
doesn't know that.

If he disobeys, we sue
for divorce in six months.

If who doesn't obey?

Nobody.

It's Father, isn't it?

Here.

Soames!

Read it,
if you can.

"You will not get
chance to insult me in my own again."

Own home.

"You've brought on yourself..."

"I shall not ask you
for anything again."

Where is he?

Buenos Aires.

I doubt if he could spell it.

Imogen's not to know.

She might notice, eventually.

Your mother's petitioning
for a divorce.

Soames.

VAL:
Why?

He's gone.

That's humiliating enough.

They'd splash it
all over the papers, Ma.

You've seen the
muck they print.

He's right, Soames.

WINIFRED:
Think what it would do to Father.

And Imogen's coming out.

And especially considering
you're going up to Oxford.

WINIFRED:
Of course.

It's too beastly for words.

No, no, Soames.

For all our sakes,

we should let sleeping dogs lie.

EMILY:
James?

It's Soames, Father.

Soames...

A sensible voice at last.

You've heard
about Buenos Aires?

Buenos Aires is better
than bankruptcy.

He won't stop
spending there.

That's why we need to sever
all connections, permanently.

Divorce?

It's not as bad
as it sounds.

JAMES:
We've never had a divorce before.

Winifred is resisting,
but she'll see sense.

Family's breaking up.

All the rules have changed.

This Kruger
business.

There'll be war in
South Africa soon.

The empire is
going to pot--

the family with it.

The family will be fine.

We're taking steps.

You should be in bed.

I waited up.

At least you
tell me things.

SOAMES:
Mother tells you things.

You're very lucky to have her.

She's younger than I am.

She sees things differently.

I wish you were more at home.

I'm here now.

Come.

A man needs his son
around him,

at times like this.

A son's the one
you turn to.

James is very shaken.

Understandably.

He's been rather
fire and brimstone

on divorce
in the past.

Wont to condemn
both sin and sinner.

But he dotes
on Winifred.

It is a dilemma.

Your silence speaks
volumes, Juley.

This is Dartie,
when all's said and done.

You're not appalled?

The loss of a husband
is nothing

to the loss
of a good butler.

Oh, Hughes.

JULEY:
Lured to Scotland by a laird.

May 4, 1838.

We were in turmoil
for months... years.

Such beautiful hands.

HESTER:
Soft as a girl's.

We never quite
got over it.

No.

No, Winifred's
a plucky thing.

She'll come
through this.

JULEY:
Shunned in certain quarters

but then, one insists
on being fashionable,

what can one expect?

Send her our love.

And some shortbread.

JULEY:
Yes, do.

And tell her to get
a good butler.

( laughs )

Here.

Oh, I keep
wondering...

Oh, not
this again.

Holly, tell him,
would you?

Tell him what?

He keeps banging on

about whether we
should be holding the exhibition

here at Robin Hill.

A bit
provincial.

Dad, it's perfect.

You couldn't find
a better space.

I've always liked
this one.

Roehampton at dawn.

Do you think I might take it,
for my rooms, at Oxford?

Can't you wait till after...
the exhibition?

Sorry. What am I thinking?

Thanks, Dad.

I'll help,
Jolly.

Very discerning children
you have.

Anyone interesting?

Irene Heron, from Rome.

Is that where she lives now?

She's traveling.

She drops me a line
when I send her annuity.

How is she?

Has she
changed much?

I wouldn't know.

Our paths haven't crossed
since Dad.

( horse whinnies )

The carriage is here.

Is that
everything?

Couple of books.

I'll get them.

They're on the bed.

Here.

I've got my allowance.

You've been more
than generous.

Bound to have
forgotten something.

I'm going to sound
like old Polonius now.

Neither a borrower
nor a lender be?

You said that to me
on my first day at school.

I don't see Oxford
being much different.

Better clothes, a few more
shillings in my pocket.

The visits home
will grow shorter.

Dad.

That's just
as it should be.

You're ready for it.

It's only I haven't
quite adjusted to the idea.

Always was
a late developer.

( clears throat )

Jolly...

this might sound a bit
rich with my history,

but... I should very
much like to think

that you will
go through life treating other people

as you'd like to be
treated yourself.

Thus endeth the homily.

VAL:
Odd that I've never met

this side of
the family before.

You and Jolyon
are cousins.

Didn't you
grow up chums?

SOAMES:
Jolyon?

He fancied himself
something of a rebel.

He's not so anti
the establishment

now its members have started
to buy his paintings.

Ah, June.

Good afternoon.

I haven't seen you
for years.

I wish to speak
with your father.

Is he expecting you?

He's rather busy
at the moment.

Ah, there he is.

SOAMES:
Jolyon.

Soames.

I can't have changed
that much.

No, no, it's...
it's a surprise.

JUNE:
I was explaining how busy you are,

preparing for
the private view.

This is my sister's son.

Val Dartie.

How do you do?

Jolyon Forsyte.

Pleased
to meet you.

My daughters--
June, Holly.

How do you do.

Hello, Val.

Val's going up
to Oxford.

I thought he ought
to meet your boy.

Bad timing.

Jolly went up
last week.

You've had a wasted
journey, I'm sorry.

And I'll be of no use
to you, I'm afraid.

If you'll excuse me.

Oh well, one must expect
these disappointments

when one acts
on impulse.

There is another matter.

Which you two will
no doubt find a crashing bore.

Holly,
why don't you show Val round?

Val?

VAL:
Extraordinary house.

I can't believe
we've never been before.

Are those stables
round the side?

Sorry, I forget
myself.

Would you like
to see the house?

I've seen it.

I've come about Irene.

Does she have a...

man these days?

Men?

I need to know.

Men?

That's what I said.

I'm sure I've no idea.

You don't
believe me.

I get a letter once a year
as her trustee.

That apart, I have no
relationship with her.

She never mentions
in her letters?

Nothing of that sort.

Why have you come to me?

Who else should I go to?

To Irene herself.

I have no wish to see her.

It's been 12 years.

Twelve years without a wife
or the freedom to find another.

I'm tired of it.

I wish to
start again.

I need evidence for a divorce.

Would you speak to her,
on my behalf?

Me?

Well, a personal visit must be
preferable to a formal letter.

She may not be in the country.

You could find out easily.

I've told you,
I have no contact with her.

Please.

Well...

If she's in London,
I'll speak to her.

I'll present her
with the facts,

but I won't press
your suit-- just so we're clear.

I only ask for what is my right.

Are we clear?

I'm grateful, I'm sure.

I'll hear from you directly.

( bell rings )

This is such
an unexpected pleasure.

What's your secret?

You look entirely
unchanged. ( chuckles )

I mean it.

Well, people who don't live
are wonderfully preserved.

Please.

Tell me, how
is your work?

And the house,
Holly, everything?

Life is good and full.

Irene, this is not
a social call,

pleased as I am
to see you again.

I had a visit yesterday

from Soames.

Oh.

He wants a divorce.

After all these years?

Won't that be difficult?

Unless...

Unless I have a lover.

He has, presumably.

I believe he'd like
to have children.

Enough to supply
the evidence himself

because I cannot help him,
I'm afraid.

You wouldn't like
to be free, too?

What does it matter now?

There's been no one since.

But if you were to love again?

Well, then I should love.

( laughs )

( laughs )

Well, I said
I wouldn't press his case.

There's nothing more to say.

Well, tell him

I'm sorry
he's not free.

He had his chance;

I don't know why
he didn't take it.

He's a Forsyte.

We never part with anything--
on principle.

Not you.

I don't count.

No, you're a bit
of a mongrel.

( both chuckle )

Your letters always say
you're well,

but I'm happier now
I've seen you in person.

I'm always at your service.

Yes, I know,
and I'm grateful.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

VAL:
That was ripping!

She's a dark horse
all right--

looks like a lady
but goes like a rocket.

I told you.

I'll beat you
next time.

( chuckles )

Walk on.

( sighs )

You didn't mind my
dropping that note?

Mind?

I would've written myself,

only I didn't know
how to reach you;

Dad's so touchy
about Uncle Soames.

Relations are awful,

aren't they?

When they don't get on.

And don't make sense.

That's Forsytes for you.

I... I wouldn't know.

You haven't missed much.

Sometimes I despair.

They don't go a mucker
on enjoyment.

And you do?

I know when to draw the line.

But I believe in doing
what you want.

I mean, we're family;

they introduced us.

They should be glad
we rub along all right.

All the same,

probably best to keep it
to ourselves.

Quiet life and all that.

Walk on.

( knock at door )

( door opens )

Just one minute.

Take a seat, won't you?

( clears throat )

I've seen her.

Um, she regrets she is
unable to help you.

Unable or unwilling?

Unable. She has had
no one in her life.

And you believe that?

Mmm.

Your father took an interest,
didn't he?

He was fond of her.

Fond enough
to leave her 15,000.

I don't like
your insinuation.

I've done what I said
I would do.

If you wish to be divorced,
you must look to yourself.

I cannot provide evidence
that does not exist.

And you a lawyer?

Why should I?

Haven't I suffered enough?

I rather think she
has suffered more.

The night she lost
Bosinney

I brought her back
to you.

The memory of it
haunts me.

Why do people
always take her side?

What is it about her?

She caused trouble
for your daughter,

she used your father
shamelessly, she...

My part in this
is over.

I should never
have come to you.

No.

I might've known
how you'd present it.

If Irene won't free the ties
of our marriage,

she must abide by its duties.

I retain my rights.

Your rights?

To do what?

I've not forgotten

the nickname your father gave
me, "The Man of Property."

I'm not called names
for nothing.

She is a human being!

She is my wife-- Irene Forsyte.

And I'll thank you

to leave her alone
from now on.

She chooses "Heron."

Do you hear me?

Leave Mrs. Forsyte alone.

I'll bid you
good day, sir.

Think very carefully, Soames,
before you try to bully her.

She's not alone this time.

( door closes )

( pencil cracks )

Dear Montague,
comma,

I have received
your letter with the news...

Slow down, Soames.

I'm not one of your clerks.

( very slowly ):
with the news...

that... you...
have... left me...

forever...

Go on.

And that are on your way
to Buenos Aires.

Full stop.

I am taking this
earliest opportunity...

Wait, wait.

Earliest opportunity...

earliest opportunity
of writing to tell you

that I am prepared to let
bygones be bygones

if you will return
to me at once.

Full stop.

Soames, I don't wish
to sound ungrateful,

but I... I feel
I'm being pushed here,

against my
better instinct.

Of course you're being pushed!

Soames?

And when have your
better instincts

ever been worth trusting?

The one decision you've made
was to marry Dartie

and what a blazing
success of a husband he was!

That's cruel.

You've put this family

through the shame
of quashing rumors,

paying off creditors,

fending off
the bailiff!

And you laugh
at Father

for looking on the gloomy side?

But Dartie has taken us
beyond gloom

and you let
him do it.

So, yes, you are being pushed,

because you
owe us, Winifred,

and we know best.