All language subtitles for the forsyte saga 2002 S2E4

The pheasant really was
delicious, Annette.

It was done
to a tee.

Do you shoot,
Mr. Mont?

Not since the war.

Oh, of course.

My father
thinks I should

just throw myself
back into it.

He's probably right.

But you play cricket.

I love it.

Ah, well, then.

Val's organized

a jolly
to the Eton-Harrow.

You should
all come.

I haven't been
for years.

I've got a table
in the Bedouin tent.

( laughs )

It sounds
irresistible.

I rather thought so.

Top hat occasion,
of course.

Mmm.

SOAMES:
Not many of them left.

Yes, we'd like that.

I don't understand
cricket.

Then it's time
you learnt, my dear.

It might amuse you.

Very well.

Fleur?

When is it?

Next week.

That would be lovely.

Excuse me a moment.

( door closes )

Ah.

Here you are.

I needed some air.

I didn't invite you
to lunch, you know.

It was Daddy.

Oh, yes--
he and I are in love.

Do you mind awfully?

We thought we might elope
to the south of France.

You're an idiot.

But at least I'm not dull.

What's happened
to you?

Ever since you got back
from Brighton, you've been

like a strung-up kitten.

Well, if you think I'm dull,

then leave me alone.

Can't do that,
I'm afraid.

I'm smitten.

Come and meet
my people.

They're having a do.

Weekend after next.

I might not be here then.

Going away again?

No.

It's just...

anything might happen.

Then we must
seize the moment.

I want to be with you,
Fleur, all of the time.

I can't think
of anything worse.

You're the better half
of myself,

the missing half.

How can you say that?

You don't even know me.

I know that
you make me laugh,

even when
you're being dull.

And that's more
than enough for me.

Anyway...

who's being a bore now?

I do like you, Michael,
it's just...

In some circles, you know,
I'm quite a catch.

And what circles would those be?

The Women's Institute.

( laughing )

Come to the cricket with me.

I'd love to.

But as a friend, you understand.

Nothing more.

( crowd applauds )

SOAMES:
Bravo.

ANNETTE:
Why doesn't he run?

He hit a boundary.

It's a four.

( crowd groans )

SOAMES:
Bad luck.

Leg before.

Leg before what?

Wicket.

It's quite simple.

I don't even know

which team
we're supporting.

It's not as if Daddy went
to either school.

There's nothing wrong
with Winchester.

( laughs )

I didn't say
there was.

( scattered applause )

SOAMES:
Ah, it's lunch.

Let's go and join
Winifred.

Especially off the front foot.

( brass band plays march )

Ah...

Mr. and Mrs. Forsyte.

Mr. Mont!

Fleur.

SOAMES:
Mr. Mont.

Mr. Forsyte.

You look wonderful.

SOAMES:
Let's go in, shall we?

Come along, Fleur.

( women giggle )

WINIFRED:
Mr. Michael Mont.

VAL:
Mayfly was never a sprinter, George.

Nothing less than
a mile and a quarter.

Aha...

GEORGE:
There's Soames's protégé.

( gasps )

Soames!

Mother says he's got
a handle.

So why does
he call himself "Mr."?

VAL:
Good question.

Now come
and meet them.

They're longing
to see you.

Come on, everyone,
follow me.

( laughs )

Just down here.

Are you all right?

Come on through.

Here's my George.

This is Mr. Mont.

Nice to see you again,
Mr. Mont.

Sir.

I'll give you six to four
on Harrow.

( softly ):
Five guineas.

Well done.

( both chuckling softly )

Now, we're one short.

Ah!

Ah...

WINIFRED:
Here he is.

Ah, lovely to see you.

Pleasure.

Good to see you.

Ah, ladies
and gentlemen.

( with heavy accent ):
How's that!

( guests laughing )

Oh, sit down, Prosper,
and behave.

Mr. Forsyte,

a pleasure indeed.

Mrs. Forsyte...

a pleasure also.

WINIFRED:
Thank you.

GEORGE:
Mm-hmm.

( all conversing separately )

( conversing in French )

So, are you enjoying
the cricket, Prosper?

Oh, very much,

but I am hanged
if I can do the sums.

The sums?

On the blackboard.

That's the score.

Nobody told me.

Why are you wearing that cap?

I paid for it
with my own money--

that's good enough reason
for me.

Were you ever at Eton?

No.

And I weren't
at Harrow neither.

Harrow! Harrow! Harrow!

You mock us.

There's no harm in it.

It's only a game.

It may just be a game to you,

but there's a principle.

I repeat,

you have no right
to wear that cap.

Then I wear my other one.

( laughing )

ANNETTE:
Leave Mr. Profond alone, my dear.

How can he possibly understand?

The word "principle"
does not translate for him.

More's the pity.

Pudding?

Excuse me.

MONT:
Excuse me.

Thank you
for lunch.

Are you all right?

He's a horrible man.

I hate it that he's back.

He'll be gone again;
he's the sort.

Anyway, your mother
gave him short shrift.

How about a stroll
around the boundary?

( laughs )

( brass band plays
"Let Me Call You Sweetheart")

MONT:
Would you care to dance?

( Fleur laughs )

Idiot.

Marry me, Fleur.

People are watching.

Then I'll say it again!

I mean it, Michael.

Oh, very well, then.

I'll buy you
an ice cream instead.

I'll not be put off.

Come again when
I haven't got my wish.

And what's your wish?

That would be telling.

I've just seen someone.

An old friend.

Please-- I'll see you
back at the tent.

Is it really you?

What was that
all about?

Oh... just nonsense.

Let's find somewhere quiet.

My father's here.

( laughing )

I missed you so much.

Do you still want
to marry me?

He's in love with you,
isn't he?

That chap.

So are you.

And that's what matters.

( brass band plays on )

( contemptuously ):
Profond.

Is he back again
for good?

One never knows
with Prosper.

He's leaving tomorrow...
I think.

He's a sign
of the times.

Look, he'll be gone and
we won't see him again.

Hmm?

Come on.

So you're...
angry with me?

Bored, rather.

Your behavior has become
so predictable.

You turn up out of nowhere
with your party tricks.

Would you like me
to go away again?

Does it matter what I'd like?

I'm off to Le Touquet tomorrow.

I came here today
to ask

if you'd like to come.

But, uh, if I am boring, uh...

You may be...

but Le Touquet isn't.

I love Le Touquet.

Where could Jon
have got to?

Oh, he's... probably
met a school friend...

or chatting up
some girl.

Gives me some time
alone with you.

( both laughing )

I just meant to ask you
about this...

Jolyon!

Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn.

( Winifred chatting
with merchant )

It doesn't matter.

Of course it does--

he's here and we can't stay.

But I've been looking for...

Oh.

I'll come back.

Where the hell
is Jon?

WINIFRED:
Come on, Soames.

Come on, this way.

Come on.

We're going.

Why can't you just
let...

We're leaving.

But your cricket?

I have no interest in it.

SOAMES:
Where's Fleur?

I thought I might go to Paris.

To see maman.

When?

Tomorrow.

I can't stop you.

I never could...

stop her either.

Go!

And don't come back,
for all I care!

FLEUR:
There's my father.

Are you with
your parents?

Yes.

Let's go now,
this afternoon...

while everyone's
watching cricket.

We'll be halfway to Scotland
before we're missed.

Tomorrow morning's
soon enough.

Don't worry,
I'll be there

in the morning,
just as we arranged.

( band playing in distance )

He must be
somewhere about.

Oh, no.

What?

What?

He has lied to us all along!

I'll talk to him.

I love her, Mum.

I know.

I can't believe
he's been so deceitful!

He is 19 and he thinks
he's in love.

It's her...
manipulating him!

But still he should
stand up for himself.

We've always taught
him to be honest.

Well, we haven't
always been honest ourselves.

I went to see her,
you know.

I didn't tell you--

I didn't want
to upset you.

But she swore to me
she'd give him up.

Christ! I laid
myself open to her.

I told her that...

What?

You... you told her what?

You told her what, Jolyon?

( gasping )

You... you're ill.

You... you are ill.

Is it serious?

Oh, my darling...

it is.

Please--
please don't worry.

All of these trips
to London.

I knew, of course, but I...

I couldn't bear
to think of it.

Oh...

( Jolyon begins weeping )

How long do we have?

Not... not long enough.

But with you,

it would never be
long enough.

Oh, I can't bear

the thought of
that girl with Jon.

If it happens,
and they marry,

I might not be there

to stand between
you and Soames.

He can't do anything
to me now.

We've put it off
for so long.

We have to tell Jon
what happened.

( playing slow, romantic music)

What will he
think of me?

You brought him up
to be understanding.

But his own mother...

Irene, you did
nothing wrong.

( clears throat )

Jon?

Yes?

Would you mind

just coming in here
for a moment?

I know it looks bad--
and it is bad--

but I was going to tell
you this evening.

It's all right,
it's all right.

Uh, sit down.

Now, um, there are things
we should have told you

a long time ago, but it's...

it's just that...

well, we don't talk
of them ourselves.

It's... it's painful and
difficult for both of us.

I know that
Mum was married to Fleur's father.

And I know
that you divorced him.

I can see why this
makes things very awkward.

There must have been
some kind of scandal.

From the point of view
of the world, I behaved badly.

I left Fleur's father...

( clears throat )

my husband, for another man.

Yes, well, Dad.

No, no, no...

IRENE:
No, no, someone else.

An architect.

He... he built this house.

It seems very shocking,
but I am not ashamed of it.

He saved me, and I loved him.

This is what I don't understand:

You both flouted everyone
for love.

So why can't I?

He's... he's right.

You're right.

This makes us look
petty and selfish.

We can't stop him, Jolyon.

Why should we?

Because of Soames.

That's why.

Maybe we shouldn't
go into this.

JON:
Go into what?

We have to--
he has to know.

If he's going
to carry on with Fleur...

JON:
What are you talking about?

What happened?

In some ways it was my fault.

You see, I kept him
at arm's length--

I couldn't bear him
to be near me and...

he was my husband, after all.

I locked him out,
you see, and...

and maybe I...
maybe I shouldn't have.

Maybe if I hadn't...

Irene, Irene...

What?

What did he do?

Fleur's father has a very
particular view of the world--

a Forsyte view.

He was born to believe

that a man owns a wife
as a man might own a slave.

Surely not.

A great many people
share his opinion.

Courts, for one.

Soames is a solicitor.

He knew his rights
and he asserted them

over your mother.

Physically!

Violently!

Jolyon...

Without her consent!

That is enough.

After that night,

she left him... with nothing--

the... the clothes on her back,
little else.

But he continued to hound her,

to insist that she was
his property.

Now, when I first
met your mother properly,

when we first
fell in love,

she was hiding from him

in France.

But he hunted her
down there, too.

Wanted her back,

wanted her to have
a child with him--

the child he would
eventually conceive

with his second wife,
which was Fleur.

( groans )

Dad...

Jolyon...

You're not well.

Mum...

Sit down.

Dad.

( groans )

My pills...
in my, um, in my coat pocket.

And water.

Dad...

She saw him today at Lords...

( panting )

and the horror in her face...

the fear.

Obsession like that
doesn't go away, Jon.

If he gets a chance,
he'll hound her again.

And we can't let that happen.

You can't
let that happen.

IRENE:
Here we are.

Take this.

Jolyon?

The doctor.

Should I call
the doctor?

Yes... I think
that'd be a good idea.

PARFITT:
Mr. Jolyon, sir.

Are you all right?

Don't fuss.

Call Dr. Liddle, Parfitt.

You'll find the number
in my book.

What's the matter with him?

His heart, he...

( groaning )

Dad!

Undo his tie,
his tie!

Call the doctor,
please!

( cries out )

Jolyon...

Oh, my God...

Jolyon?

Oh...

( weeping )

( train whistle blows
as engine chugs )

Jon.

Come back.

It's so horrible,
so parochial.

That little urn!

It's what he wanted.

I thought he'd be buried
properly next to Gramp,

but no, typical Jolyon--

reduces himself to nothing

and doesn't even
allow us to witness it.

He wrote clearly--

no one to attend
the cremation.

Why?

You know
what he was like.

He hated people
to make a fuss over him.

He doubted himself.

He was a genius
at slipping away.

You know
that he adored you.

I always felt
that I couldn't be old

if I had a glamorous
father like him.

Now he's gone and...
here I am...

a spinster.

June.

Your life in London
is so varied and full.

Not without him, it isn't.

( sobbing )

Oh... sorry.

Shall we go
and say good-bye?

Mmm.

JON:
"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels

"and have not charity,

I am become as a sounding brass
or a tinkling cymbal."

Bye, Dad.

JON:
"Charity suffreth long and is kind; charity envieth not;

"charity vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up...

doth not behave itself
unseemly."

"When I was a child,
I spake as a child,

"I understood as a child,
I thought as a child,

but when I became a man,
I put away childish things."

( Jon weeping )

Take care
of Holly for me.

Of course I will.

If you need anything...

Thank you.

Where's Jon?

I haven't spoken
to him at all.

We really
should think about going.

Will you tell him
he read beautifully?

I will.

Bye, June.

Good-bye, Holly.

I had to come.

Is it very awful?

Pretty bad.

The suitcase is
still in Scotland,

and the trains
run every day.

My father died, Fleur.

He died.

I'm sorry.

It's just I miss you
so much.

And our plan, it's still
a good one, isn't it?

I don't know.

I... I can't think.

That was then.

And now...

It's more than that.

You've found out
something.

No.

You have.

I don't wish to go into it.

For heaven's sake, Jon!

Your father behaved
in a dishonorable fashion.

I won't say more.

Daddy?

Dishonorable?

It was your mother
who deserted him!

She walked out on her husband.

Marriage isn't about possession.

You wouldn't say that
if I walked out on you!

He loved her!

And she...

Don't talk about my mother
like that.

When we first met, you told me

she'd never do anything
to make you unhappy.

That's not true, is it?

She's holding on
to you,

keeping you
from me...

I'm going back to my family!

( softly ):
I'm sorry.

It was horrible of me.

I've been thinking of you,
longing for you.

Please, Jon, don't let's argue.

( softly ):
All right.

It just keeps running
through my head--

we could be married now.

Married.

My... my father...

You have me, my darling.

You have me.

( both breathing heavily )

We're married now.

Jon!

( both gasp )

June...

June!

How could you?

On this of all days?

It's not what it seems.

I came to find you.

I thought you must be
feeling awful about Dad.

But no!

You're with her, having...

I didn't mean to.

It just happened.

Things don't just happen!

Not with Fleur Forsyte,
at any rate!

She's planned this step by step,

and she hasn't cared
who's got in her way!

She's not like that.

Of course she is!

Why do you think that Dad
objected to her so much?

Why do you think that we all
want to see the back of her?

I'm glad he's not here

to see how low
she's brought you.

Won't you stay
the night?

I've... I've got to get back.

I'm meeting
the lawyers tomorrow

about the valuation
of the estate.

Yes.

Well, thank you
for taking all that on.

You've enough on your plate.

June...

It's all right.

Come down, won't you,

whenever you like.

Robin Hill is just
as much yours as it is mine.

It always has been.

I'll... I'll get Jon.

Ah... better not...

or I'll miss my train.

( door closes )

( car pulling away )

Oh... there you are.

We were wondering.

I was in my room.

Did June talk to you?

What about?

It doesn't matter.

What is it,
darling?

I'm tired, that's all.

Mum...

Oh, Mum.

( weeping )

( sighs )

So sorry.

What for?

( sniffling ):
The last few months...

for holding you back
from Fleur.

No, it's me.

It's me who should be
apologizing to you!

I brought that man
back into your life.

I worried Father
insanely.

Let's not think
about Soames Forsyte.

Let's think about Fleur.

Do you love her, my darling?

I mean
really love her.

I wouldn't be holding on to her
if I didn't.

You've only known her
a few months.

You're 19 years old.

She is very beautiful,
and you want her.

Who wouldn't?

But is that love?

Does she feel the way you do?

Of course she does.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm tired...
like you.

I won't stop you, Jon,
whatever you decide.

But if I lose you...

Darling, how could you?

( door bursts open )

Fleur, will you
please come...

Where have you been?

Robin Hill.

I'm sorry, Daddy,
I had to go.

Are you very cross?

I thought all that was over.

Well, it isn't.

Of all things!

Jon and I mean to be together.

I've been seeing him.

I know you didn't want me to,

and I'm sorry
I didn't tell you,

but he's a darling.

I love him, Daddy,
and you will, too,

when you meet him.

I know you'll come
through for me,

unlike...

His mother's been
holding on to him,

saying horrible things.

What sort of things?

About you.

It's not true,
whatever she says.

She's a mean woman.

She can't care for him,
not really--

not like you care for me.

Talk to her?

I can't help you
with this, Fleur.

It's the one thing...

Tell her that I shall stay yours
and Jon will stay hers.

I'm not trying
to take Jon

away from her.

It's preposterous.

If you don't want to see each
other, we could devise a means.

Only you can
persuade her, Daddy.

And now Jon's father's dead,
it wouldn't be too awkward.

"Awkward."

You don't understand.

You wouldn't mind
seeing her, really, would you?

I suppose... there are
some advantages.

All the Forsyte money
would stay together.

Exactly!

And now the husband's gone.

A family thing.

I mean, she must
want grandchildren.

She's alone, after all.

Please, Daddy!

Please!

It'll only stir things up.

They already are
stirred up.

You don't care for me.

If you do it,
Jon and I will wait a year...

two if you like.

And you and I could
go traveling--

the grand tour we've
always talked of.

By rights, I ought
to throw you out...

Daddy...

stop your allowance,
withhold your capital.

Parents do it.

Not you.

What am I to do
if you don't, Daddy?

I think I shall die of misery.

( weeping )

Mr. Forsyte.

Parfitt.

( clears throat )

I'm here to see
Mrs.... Forsyte...

on a very important matter.

Beauty and proportion.

What are you doing here?

Well?

I need to talk to you.

You're not wearing black.

Jolyon didn't
want it.

I apologize for the intrusion,

but this business must be
settled one way or the other.

Won't you sit down?

No, thank you.

It's an infernal mischance!

I've done my best
to discourage it,

but my daughter is persuasive,

and I've got into the habit
of indulging her.

I suppose you are fond
of your son.

Devotedly.

Well?

It rests with him.

You don't oppose it?

It's his decision.

( rings bell )

Well, I sup...

I suppose it will happen, then--
this unnatural marriage.

Please tell Mr. Jon
I would like to see him.

He is in
his father's studio.

There'll be formalities.

Whom do I deal with, Herrings?

Um... yes.

The poplars along the drive
have grown.

I planted them... for you.

I remember an evening...

Please stop.
If only you...

They might have been brother
and sister, for heaven's sake!

That is enough.

All I mean to say is that

all this might have been saved
if only you'd done your duty,

been a wife to me.

That's all I ever wanted!

I'm unlikely
to see you again.

Will you shake hands?

Let the past die?

How can I after
what you have just said?

So cold.

Made of stone.

( shrieks )

Always made of stone!

( footsteps approaching )

What's going on here?

Step away from my mother.

I said step away!

Well, young man...

( breathing heavily )

I'm here for my daughter.

It rests with you,
it seems.

Your mother leaves it
in your hands.

Get out!

I've brought myself to come
here, and I'm insulted.

I know what you did
all those years ago.

I did nothing!

You abused her!

Jon!

SOAMES:
If you must know,

she left me for another man,

a string
of other men!

Please!

Stop this!

My father said he pitied you.

Your father was an adulterer.

He took her from me.

She was mine!

She's not yours,
do you understand?

I am not anyone's!

Jon!

Let go of him!

You're brawling
like a common child.

And you...

get out of my house.

Get out.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what came over me.

That family's like a disease.

It spreads.

IRENE:
I need some air.

( Soames grunts )

Well?

What happened?

( gasping for breath )

You marry that boy
over my dead body.

Over my dead body,
do you hear?!

FLEUR:
Jon!

Jon!

Jon!

What are you doing here?

Don't let them
do this to us.

Come away with me now.

I can't.

This doesn't matter.

They don't matter.

Whatever happened here
just now is about the past.

No.

Don't give up on us, Jon!

Please don't
give up.

Go home with
your father, my dear.

Give us all time
to think.

Don't touch me!

I know what
you're doing!

You're pretending to make
yourself look nice,

lying, so you can have him
all to yourself.

Well, he's mine,
do you understand?

He's mine!

Is that how you really think?

No... but we're meant
for each other.

We're meant to be.

No.

I don't think so.

Come on, Mother.

It's getting cold.

Jon!

Just go home, Fleur.

Just go home.

Jon!

Jon!

Jon!

FLEUR:
Jon!

Jon!

Jon!

( playing dramatic piece over
Fleur's continued shouting )

Jon!

Jon!

Jon!

( sobbing )

Fleur... come.

Come away, my dear.

( continues sobbing )

Don't let these people
hurt you.

They're not worth
your little finger.

What you must have done
all those years ago!

( continues playing piano )

( sobbing )

Here, you're cold.

Keep away from me!

Fleur...

Away!

Thank you, Speight.

( car starts )