All language subtitles for the forsyte saga 2002 S2E2

Fleur was meant to stay
for a weekend.

It's been
nearly five days.

What can she be
doing down there?

Oh, riding, walking...

The farm's very charming.

And Annette insists
on being in London.

Buying ribandry,
and seeing her friends.

Well, I'd love to have you
to dinner, dear boy,

but, um...
I'm going out myself.

Where to?

The theater.

I wouldn't have thought

Dartie's concentration span
was long enough.

What? What should I
be concentrating on?

I'm not going
with Monty.

I'm going with Prosper.

WINIFRED:
Why don't you take Soames

to your club, Monty?

No, no, really.

I'm meeting George.

WINIFRED:
It's a revival

of a Restoration play--
The Country Wife.

Sounds a dead bore.

It's salacious.
Annette wanted to go,

but I didn't
think it appropriate.

Really?
What's it about?

Infidelity.

( knock at door )

Parfait, comme toujours.

( giggles )

PROFOND:
Are you both coming, too?

That is an
excellent thing.

Not me,
old chap.

Oh... Mr. Forsyte?

Bawdy muck.
I think not.

Then we shall have
to go another time.

I'm out
of the picture, too.

Oh.

But that's
such a shame.

A small business matter.

I don't want to go.

It's a dead bore, but...

I'll make it up to you.

If I am allowed.

Of course.

PROFOND:
Then... lunch?

Tomorrow?

I'd like that.

À bientôt.

( door opens and closes )

What does the fellow do,
for goodness' sake?

Oh, does it matter?!

Of course it does.

Amuses me.

And if you want to stay
to dinner, Soames,

I won't hear another word.

( men laughing heartily )

DARTIE:
Where did you first meet Profond?

GEORGE:
I was with you, old chap.

Oh, no, you... you
introduced him to me.

Surely not.

Then what of it?

He was about.

He's good company, and
he's generous with it.

He's a member here
now, you know.

His name was on
the list as I came in.

Now, who put him up?

They'd have
the lowdown.

( clears his throat )

You?

Why not?

( sighs )

You're meant to know
the pedigree

of the person you're proposing.

It's club rules.

Times have changed.

The rot set in when we
let you in through the doors.

I was never like this bunch.

( men talking and laughing )

GEORGE:
Money talks.

And that's 30.

Yes, all right.

( George chuckling )

( Dartie sighs )

Getting the hump
about the wife?

Hmm?

No, no.

No-- Freddie's just
having a bit of fun.

Gentlemen's agreement.

He pays your debts,

you leave the bedroom
door open.

She's your cousin, George.

Bit of respect, please.

But that's the way they do it
on the continent.

It's all aboveboard.

It's expected.

Dukes and princesses
are at it,

leaping in and out
of each other's beds.

That's why we call them frogs.

DARTIE:
Good Lord.

( chuckling quietly )

Frogs indeed.

( conversation inaudible )

HOLLY:
Hello.

Aha-ha!

I was on my way
to London.

I can't get over
the fact you're here.

You can drop in
and...

IRENE:
How is Jon?

He's harvesting.

Flat out all day.

And reading poetry
by night...

I'll get some tea.

She misses him.

Fleur Forsyte
is staying.

With you?

She invited herself down.

Forced my hand.

And Jon?

We tried
to keep them apart, but...

Have they met before?

In June's gallery.

Why?

I think they like each other.

Really like each other.

This is the one thing!

The one thing...

Well, perhaps it's not
such a bad thing.

They could bring
the families together.

Dad, are you all right?

( breathing raggedly )

Now of all times...

You mustn't tell Irene.

I won't, of course,
if it's so very awful.

I'm sorry.

What's she like?

A rather having
sort of a person.

A Forsyte then.

I saw her kiss him.

( footsteps approaching )

( whispering ):
Not a word.

IRENE:
Here we are.

( sighs loudly )

( man clearing his throat )

( typewriter clacking )

Well? You wrote in your letter

that you needed
to see me urgently.

I can assure you that unless
it was of the utmost importance,

I wouldn't be here now.

( typing stops )

( sniffs )

( door closes )

So, if you couldn't commit
the matter to paper...

Keep your daughter
away from my son!

You probably know--

they are together as we speak.

I had no idea.

They met at
June's gallery.

My son is staying
with Val and Holly.

Your daughter invited herself
down, inveigled her way in...

Val Dartie and his wife extended
Fleur an invitation.

She forced their hand.

She must be like you;

she sees something
and decides to get it.

So what do you want me to do?

Make sure
this doesn't happen again.

Stop it, you mean?

Absolutely.

You...

You come here,
behind your son's back...

and tell me to break this up.

You, of all people.

The man who once
lectured me

on the importance
of happiness in marriage.

The man who spurned
his own family

to follow his heart,

who stole another man's wife
in the name of love!

Jon and your daughter
aren't in love.

Have you asked them?!

This liaison is
repugnant to me, too.

Your son...
with my daughter.

I'll do my utmost
to stop it

and I presume
you will, too.

But at least I don't
have to play the hypocrite.

Good evening to you, sir.

( draws breath
as if to speak )

FLEUR:
Jon?

Jon!

I've come to say goodbye!

I wish you didn't
have to leave.

Oh, I told Daddy
it was only a weekend.

Besides, I want
to keep him sweet.

You look wonderful.

MAN:
Are you still hungry, boy?

( men shouting jokes )

Come on.

FLEUR:
Anyway, you're going home

this weekend.

We could
fix it to go

part of the way
on the same train.

It'd give us
an extra two hours and 45 minutes' time.

JON ( laughing ):
You've got it all planned.

( train whistle blowing )

( both laughing )

( stationmaster
blowing whistle )

Fleur!

I wish this journey
went on forever.

SMITHER:
I'll tell Miss Hester you're here, sir.

( toy squeaks )

( door opening )

HESTER:
Oh...

You should
have said.

Aunt Hester.

I'm all topsy-turvy.

Oh, my dear.

Have you brought Fleur?

Isn't she back yet
from the country?

No.

Um...

The View of the Old Hall?

You can't feed a family
on threepence a week.

Who can't?

SMITHER:
Mrs. Dartie.

Oh, Soames.

Winifred.

HESTER ( whispering ):
How much did you make?

Only £90.

What's going on?

Bailing Dartie out again?

The dockers' children.

They've had no wages
for weeks.

Then they should
go back to work.

It's a matter
of principle.

So is feeding your family.

I shall ask Smither
to pour some sherry,

and we will have it
in the parlor.

Are you all right?

Do you realize I've had
Jolyon Forsyte to see me

about Fleur
and his wretched boy?

As if I would
encourage

any contact with
that side of the family.

You should never have
allowed Val to invite her.

They must keep...

They must be kept apart.

And father's snuff box?

Hmm?

Not a word of this
to Annette,

you understand?

This is all your doing.

I hold you personally
responsible.

WINIFRED:
Personally responsible!

I knew nothing about it.

Hope you gave as good
as you got, old thing.

Oh, one of these days
there'll be a murder.

Oh, hang on, Freddie.

Oh, garroting is
too good for him.

( chuckling ):
Garroting...

Gosh, that'd teach him.

( knocking )

DORA:
Monsieur Profond is here.

Oh.

He's taking me to lunch.

Is he, by Jove?

Don't do this to me, Monty.

He mentioned it yesterday.

Well, I thought things

might've moved on since then.

Moved on?

PROFOND:
Mrs. Dartie.

Dartie.

I understand you two
have an assignation.

Bit much, that.

Pardon. You have an objection?

WINIFRED:
Of course he doesn't,

do you, Monty?

And even if he did,
I'm coming anyway.

I'll get my things.

Providing Freddie doesn't
have to pay for her lunch?

I assure you
there is nothing like that.

I'll let it go then.

By the way, how was
that boring bit

of business last night

that prevented you
from taking Freddie to that play?

Successful, was it?

SOAMES:
A telegram!

She's on the 2:23.

She says she'll walk back
along the river.

It'll be good
to have her home.

She'll be off again.

There is nothing for her here.

( clears throat )

We shall have a house party.

Well, it's time
she learnt

to socialize with young men
as well as her school friends.

You want to marry her off
so soon?

That's the last
thing I want.

But it's about time
she learnt

how to conduct herself
in society.

I shall draw up a list
of likely people.

I take it some of our friends

will be invited?

One or two.

But it will be Fleur's occasion.

You must invite Winifred.

That means Dartie.

Cousin George?

And what about
Winifred's friend?

Profond, is he called?

That'll put Dartie's nose
out of joint.

You suspect... him and Winifred?

Not seriously.

Profond?

Definitely not
the marrying kind.

( engine approaching )

MONT:
Mr. Forsyte!

SOAMES:
Captain Mont.

Perfect timing.

Fleur should be back
in half an hour.

Well, we'll have to
tell everyone sometime.

About us?

Not likely!

Well, not for ages yet.

Anyway they've
got a secret,

why shouldn't we?

What do you think
this feud's all about?

I think someone
was murdered.

( chuckling ):
Like who?

I don't know.

Anyone on your side?

Your dad's been married
before, hasn't he?

Mm... twice.

What happened?

They died.

Well, there you are!

Your mother
better watch out.

MONT:
Fleur!

FLEUR:
Anyway, I'm going to find out.

And even if I don't,

we won't tell them
about us,

and that's that.

Oh, I do love you.

And no matter what
their secret is,

it won't make
any difference to us, will it?

MONT:
Fleur!

FLEUR:
Trust Daddy!

He's sent a search
party for me.

We'll have to go
our separate ways.

I'll think of you
every minute of every day.

And other times.

Let's meet
as often as we can.

Tomorrow, 1:00,
Green Park.

( ducks quacking )

I'm perfectly capable

of making
my own way home,

thank you very much.

Your father told me

you were walking
back from the station.

I thought I'd row
across and fetch you.

MONT:
I've missed you all week.

Not even a letter.

I wouldn't waste the postage.

Don't break my heart.

MONT:
There's something

I've been wanting
to tell you.

I love you,
Fleur Forsyte.

I love you, I do.

Oh, no, you don't.

Oh, yes, I do.

And I shall sail you away
to the dark continent.

Michael!
Michael, stop!

We're going to tip!

Africa, here we come.

( shouts )

That's for you.

Careful!

( laughing ):
The lady will sink us.

Take that, you beast!

No!

No!

Michael,
stop it!

JOLYON:
Good to have you back, old man.

Oh...

You look well.

JOLYON:
Look who's here.

Jon.

Hello.

Tell us your news.

Well, Holly sends her love.

And Val.

The stud's doing well.

Um... I usually
get up at five,

work in the fields
till sunset.

I get ragged by the men,

but... well, they're...
they're decent enough.

And Fleur is there.

Oh.

What is she like?

You know, so-so.

Pleasant enough.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I've been so busy
I... I've hardly seen her.

Holly sends her love.

Oh, I said that.

( clears throat )

I'm going to go and get changed.

It's terrific being home.

I'm scared, Jolyon.

I've never seen him
evasive like that before.

Never.

( voice cracking ):
He's head over heels.

If he takes up with this girl,
I shall never see him again.

To lose our son
to Soames--

that's the perfect revenge.

What shall we do?

Shall we forbid them
to see each other?

No, that's been tried already.

Besides, they're impetuous,
and she is clever.

Take him on holiday.

He wouldn't go.

I'll have a word.

Take his mind off her.

Show him Paris,
take your time.

But what about you?

I'll be all right.

I've got plenty
to do.

It'd be good for you

to spend more time
with him.

JOLYON:
Some of these photographs are very good, Jon.

You know,
when I left school,

well, your grandfather
took me on the Grand Tour.

It was the greatest gift
he ever gave me.

It was in Italy that I decided
that I wanted to be an artist,

and I wonder that if I hadn't
gone on that holiday,

whether
I'd have just

gone into the family firm
like the rest of the Forsytes.

Come on, Dad, I know you.

What are you really
trying to say?

I want you to go on holiday
with your mother.

But the harvest
is coming in.

I... well, I promised
Maple I'd be there.

She thinks
the world of you, you know.

And I do of her.

Well, then, if you want
to make her happy,

one last holiday.

The two of you.

That's unfair.

Another party,
Daddy?

It's a lovely
idea, only...

well, it's so soon
after my birthday.

It'll cost you
a fortune.

If it pleases
my daughter.

Hmm, besides, since
when has spending

my money
ever worried you?

( chuckles )

Dear Daddy,
I don't deserve you.

Can we really
have a jazz band?

A small one.

I'll need
some new clothes.

Perhaps I could go
up to town tomorrow?

Mmm, I'll come with you.

We'll make a day of it.

You and me.

You can help me
choose an outfit--

something fashionable
for the party.

Daddy?

Are you
still alive?

SOAMES:
I'm not at all sure about this, Fleur.

Please, Daddy,
don't be tiresome.

Well, the blazer, maybe,
but the hat...

Perfect.

Very elegant, sir.

Straw-- elegant?

Makes me look like a bargee.

Nonsense, it's dreamy.

But... pink would be smarter.

Pink?

FLEUR:
He'll take it--

the striped.

And the blazer, sir?

FLEUR:
Yes.

The flannels?

FLEUR:
Those, too. SOAMES:

If you're going
to have a garden party,

you may as well
look the part.

Am I finished?

Mm-hmm.
Good.

Then we'll take a taxi
to the station

and be home for lunch.

I need
to call at my club.

To collect my post.

Well, I'll wait for
you at the station.

Don't be long.

Thank you.

JON:
I'm sorry, Fleur,

but my father
insists that I go.

Three months--
I can't bear it.

Neither can I.

Then why
did you agree?

You don't love me,
you can't.

Oh, Jon...

Come on,
of course I do.

Anyway, who was
that man in the boat?

Him?

A friend
of my father's--

Michael Mont.

He's an idiot.

I don't care for him
one bit.

Will he be
at this party?

I've said,
he's nothing to me.

It won't make any difference,
being apart--

not to me it won't.

Nor to me.

One last kiss.

Remember, whatever happens
while you're away,

we'll pick up just as we are.

What do you mean,
"whatever happens"?

I'll be faithful
to you-- I will.

I promise,
forever and ever.

( people conversing quietly )

There's something
I need to know.

Jon Forsyte.

What about him?

You were together
at Val Dartie's place.

He was the reason
you overstayed, correct?

I haven't seen Jon Forsyte
in three weeks--

seen him, spoken to him,
written to him.

Fleur...

Cross my heart, hope to die.

Ladies
and gentlemen!

If you step up
to the board,

you'll find a list
of all the couples

in the draw
for this...

It can't be.

'Struth, it is.

Beau Forsyte.

GEORGE:
Very à la mode, Soames.

Quite a bevy
you've dished up-- well done.

Been through
the old address book, eh?

They're Fleur's
old school friends,

if you must know.

Who's your
partner, Mary?

"M. Dartie,"
whoever he is.

Think I'm going
to enjoy this weekend.

I'll say.

"M. McKenzie."

M. Dartie?

At your service.

Mary.

I'm not very good, I'm afraid.

Oh... better have
a spot of practice, then.

Who've you got?

FLEUR:
Michael Mont.

What a fix.

It's not my idea.

He's super.

We're on in
half an hour.

Care for a spot
of practice?

I don't really feel like it.

I will, if you like.

Oh, thanks, that's decent.

You must be, uh, Mary.

Cherry.

Ah, got you.

Cherry from Brighton.

Was this your idea?

Hmm?

Me and Michael.

I thought so.

( tennis ball being lobbed )

( both shout )

15, love.

( laughing )

I know you're there.

You can't get rid of me
that easily.

Don't I know it.

You're a pest,
that's what you are.

I'm smitten.

You soon will be!

( Mont grunts )

( Fleur laughing )

( horn beeps )

( beeping )

Ooh!

( laughs )

Prosper-- hello!

Prosper!

( band playing jazz tune )

Your daughter
dances well.

With the right partner.

PROFOND:
So do I.

May I suggest

a quickstep outside?

( music continues )

Will you excuse me,
Soames?

I won't be a moment.

( Annette giggling )

Oh, Prosper...

( giggling )

( squeals )

It's a rotten old world.

Yes.

Bad form, that--

using my Freddie
as a decoy.

Dashed unsporting.

I can't bear
your sympathy.

I haven't had
my eyes shut, you know...

not that he's been
particularly discreet.

Still, I suppose

that's the whole idea
of using a decoy.

Right under
old Soames's nose.

Daresay you've learned
something along the way.

Regret...

That, all right.

That I was faithful to you.

Hmm?

Those girls in there...

they're laughing at you.

I'm sorry?

You've never grown up.

You're not even half
the age of your own son.

Steady on.

And why do you think
Val isn't here?

Well, he's too busy
with the horses.

He's ashamed of you.

Now, come on.

The gambling.

The lies.

Never there when we needed you,

and when you were there,
you were drunk and useless.

What kind of father is that
to the children?

What kind of example?

I'm not entirely sure
I know what you mean.

Then think, Monty.

Think...

before it's too late.

( jazz music continues )

( applause )

Come on, everybody,
join in.

Just look at them.

Isn't she terrific?

Your backhand needs
a spot of practice.

Is that
what you call it?

Yeah, I'll pop round.

( chuckles )

Thank you for
a terrific weekend.

Nothing wrong with
your service, though.

( clears throat )

Come along, Dartie.

Should you not be saying
good-bye to your guests?

You're right.

Good-bye, Prosper.

CHERRY:
You're in love.

How can you tell?

The way you look
at each other.

It's Prosper's car.

He's out with maman.

( shushes )

( blows horn )

June!

( laughs )

You scared the living
daylights out of me.

What do you think?

Half an hour
door to door.

I think you'll
break your neck.

( laughs )

( kisses )

( panting ):
Oh, dear.

I think I'll have
a sit-down.

I'm exhausted.

Have you been to see
Dr. Liddle?

Yes, yes,
of course I have.

What did he say?

( groans )

Promise you won't say
a word to Irene or Jon.

I want to tell
them myself.

It's my heart, June.

It's on its last legs.

( panting ):
It's... all that loving.

( pants )

It can't be.

Comes to all of us
sooner or later.

Not you.

You're all I've got.

You can't die.

I don't want to.

I'm happier than I've ever been,
I don't...

It's just that I think
we ought to face it.

Why do I always lose
everyone I love?

You can't die.

You're a Forsyte!

All that talk
of love.

What about my love for you?

No one loves you more than I do.

You're my rock.

Who else can I cling to?

I won't let this happen.

( both crying )

( piano playing )

( honks horn )

( applause )

On the house.

And may I congratulate
mademoiselle

on her playing?

( chuckles )

Mademoiselle thinks maybe
le patron has been sampling

his excellent wine
with too much enthusiasm.

Au contraire.

The wine sharpens the senses.

You play with esprit.

So does monsieur
in his own way.

( imitates horn )

( chuckles insincerely )

My son also plays the piano.

Ah, your son?

Yes.

How long are you in Paris?

( laughs )

That depends on when

we tire of it.

Then I shall make sure
that you stay a long time.

I shall hold you to that.

With the permission

of your son.

He's making a pass at you.

I am old enough
to look after myself.

You were saying, monsieur?

Perhaps you would care to dance?

Why not?

And perhaps monsieur
would care to play?

Yeah.

Yes.

Well, what are
you waiting for?

( plays "Me and My Gal" )

Hello.

You on a hike?

No, just exploring.

I walked from the station.

I've just spotted
the most beautiful house.

( breathes hard )

( panting ):
Oh, dear.

I say,
are you all right?

Have you far to go?

Just across the field there.

Oh!

It's your house.

Oh, how lovely!

( both chuckle )

Ah, there you are.

( chuckles )

Lemonade.

Thank you.

I don't know your name.

Cherry.

Jolyon.

Jolyon Forsyte.

All on his own,
and missing his other half.

Oh, listen to me
going on.

So they're in Paris?

Yes.

They've been gone a month.

And when are they back?

Another month.

Maybe longer.

Take my advice--

when you find someone you love,
never let them go.

( chuckles ):
You should drink up.

You'll miss your train.

There'll be another one.

You're just like my son--
hang the consequences.

( chuckles )

Charming.

Come on.

I'll walk you.

Thank you for the lemonade.

( chuckling ):
My pleasure.

( Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat
major playing on gramophone )

FLEUR:
I'm back!

I'm in here.

Oh, there you are.

You and your old records.

( music ends )

How was Cherry?

Exhausting.

What did you buy?

Nothing in the end.

Is mama back?

She wasn't on the train?

No.

Well, we'll have dinner
at the usual time,

whether or not.

( door closes )

That'll be her now.

( grunts )

( sharply ):
Annette?

( door closes )

SOAMES ( shouting ):
You promised you'd be home two hours ago.

( door slams )

( door opens and closes )

Jon?

Did you get to the gallery?

Mm-hmm.

Dozens of Impressionists.

I got some postcards.

Ah.

Degas.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

She has got impish eyes.

Quite beautiful.

Your... boyfriend
was asking after you.

I don't know who you mean.

( with French accent ):
I think you do, mademoiselle.

And I think you enjoyed
dancing with him.

Is that so terrible?

What would Dad say?

He would laugh.

( sighs deeply )

Do you want to go home?

Yes.

Mmm, so do I.

JOLYON:
What a surprise.

Did you get
our telegram?

About an hour ago.

Hello, Dad.

Wait till you see
what I've got you.

( both chuckle )

Hello.

( both laugh happily )

I missed you.

Oh, I missed you
so much.

Oh.

So what changed
your mind?

It was making
things worse.

The longer
we were there

the more
he was missing her.

Hmm.

I'm afraid it failed.

VAL:
There should be a table for us now.

Oh, no,
there's my father.

DARTIE:
Val!

Val, come
and join us.

DARTIE:
That's my son.

VAL:
You remember Jon?

Yes, Jolyon's boy.

Hello.

( exchanging greetings )

We'll start with
the Dover sole.

And the duck to follow.

And two more
places, please.

Please, sit down,
sit down, sit down.

Splendid.

It's good to see you, my boy.

I thought George was joining us.

Committee meeting.

Oh-- probably pushing up
the cost of the grub.

Or the wine.

How's your father?

He's fine, yeah.

I think he missed my mother
while we were away.

He's pleased
we're back.

And how is the lovely Irene?

She's well, thank you.

So... you will not know
Soames Forsyte then?

He and my father
don't seem to get on.

( derisively ):
That's one way of putting it!

JON:
Do you know

what happened?

VAL:
Best not enquire, Jon.

Stable secret.

Mmm... it's a bed of nettles.

How is the filly?

Fine-- I won't breed
from her yet, though.

Rum lot, the Forsytes.

( Profond talking
with Val )

A bit of advice, Jon.

Don't let Soames call the shots.

He tried to put
Winifred off me,

but I married her
all the same.

You're sweet on his daughter.

That's the word.

( clears throat awkwardly )

Well-- you stand up
to the buggers.

Never say die.

Oh, and another thing.

Fleur.

Don't dilly-dally,
you understand me?

Some other chap might
sprint past on the inside.

( men laughing )

GEORGE:
Dashed difficult, this.

Seems I've drawn
the short straw.

What's up, old boy?

( mumbles )

Excuse me, gents.

The fact is, Dartie,
we've had a meeting

about that money
you owe.

Now, we spoke up
for you...

but they
voted you out.

What?

I'm afraid so.

And I'll have to
ask you to leave.

It's a bit sudden.

They've given you
two weeks to settle up.

Then you can reapply.

Mind,
no guarantee.

DARTIE:
Well, there must be some mistake.

No?

Um... don't tell
the old girl,

there's a good chap.

Don't want
to cause her

any more upset
than I have already.

Pity you didn't
think of that before.

( knock at door )

( door opens )

Mr. Soames is here
to see Mrs. Dartie.

Well?

Ma'am's gone
to the florists.

Well, he'll just have
to come back later.

No.

No, show him in.

Ah.

She won't be long.

Mm-hmm.

Snifter?

( sighs impatiently )

No, nor me.

( sighs )

Please.

Jolly-good do
at your place.

Appreciate it.

Family and all that.

I'm glad you've turned up.

( clears throat )

I have a proposition
for you.

It may interest you.

"Interest" being
the operative word.

The thing is...

You're short of cash.

No, I wouldn't put it like that.

Gosh, no.

No.

It's just that
what's coming in...

is coming in slower
than what's going out.

Gone out.

You're in debt.

Giving you the chance

to earn a bit of dosh.

Oh, if it wasn't so pathetic,
I'd find it amusing.

Oh, come on, Soames,
old chap.

No one's so well-heeled

they're not looking
for another opportunity.

Go on.

You see?

Two percent over
the Bank of England.

Two.

And how much do you need?

As much as
you can spare.

Hundred...
and... fifty?

Two hundred?

With what security?

( sighs )

Well...

The house isn't yours.

Yes, I hardly need
reminding.

Um...

Winifred.

She's my security,
if you like.

You are offering your wife
as security for a loan?

Yes, because she's
your sister, old boy.

Look, I'm asking
you for help

to protect the good name
of the family.

The only way
you could have done that

was to have married
someone else.

Yes, well, that's one
thing I don't regret.

Winifred may have
other ideas.

At least I don't
bully her

and treat her
like a dunce.

Pity you don't have
some of her qualities.

Forgiveness for one.

She's had
a lot of practice.

It hasn't all
been one-sided.

We rub along together.

For better, for worse,
and all that.

You've always been
jealous of me,

haven't you?

Unfortunately,

where women are concerned,

it's not just what's in the bank
that counts;

it's in other departments.

Careful, Dartie.

Oh, it's common knowledge,
talk of the town--

Annette... and her
continental appetite.

How dare you?

( door slams )

Jon?

Fleur!

( laughing excitedly )

Guess what.

What?

I found a photograph
in my father's room.

Hidden, a secret.

Well?

It was of your mother,
when she was young.

Are you sure?

Yes, they must have
been in love,

and that's what
the feud is about.

She married your father
instead of mine.

That's why they
don't get on.

Why should that stop us
from being together?

It's up to us to
make them see sense.

I'm sure your father
would be on our side.

In fact,
I know he would.

I've met him.

When?

I've been to Robin Hill.

What?

I wanted to see
where you lived.

I missed you
so terribly;

it was the next
best thing.

And you met my father?

He never mentioned it.

Because he didn't know
it was me.

It didn't come up,
and then...

when it did...
it was too late.

This is awful!

No, it isn't.

We got on!

He's a sweetie.

What did you
talk about?

Not you.

Your mother, mainly.

He told me I ought to do
what my heart tells me.

So you see,
he'll give us his blessing.

I know he will.

( dog barking in distance;
man whistles to dog )