All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga S01E07 Episode 7 eng

MAID:
Mr. Forsyte to see you, ma'am.

IRENE:
Twice in one week!

Soames?

Yes.

It cannot be wholly unexpected.

You look well.

You haven't changed.

Nor have you.

I made my position clear
to Jolyon,

and yet here you are.

Not entirely clear.

You told my cousin
you wanted to help.

I cannot believe
you have not had...

"company" in
the intervening years.

Whether you believe it or not,
it's the truth.

You seem comfortably off now.

I haven't had to sell myself,
if that's what you're implying.

Why did you not let me
provide for you?

I would have,
in spite of everything.

You're still my wife.

Please, don't.

Anna?

Am I dangerous?

I'm here for information
I can act on, nothing more.

You had it 12 years ago.

It would have been unseemly
to pursue it then,

for your sake.

I don't remember such
sensitivity at the time.

You must go to your own life.

Anna.

( footsteps approaching )

Would you fetch the gentleman
his hat?

Certainly, ma'am.

You deserted me!

Have you no sense
of what's fair?

Why could you not
have made me a good wife?

If it was wrong of me
to marry you,

then I have more than paid
for my mistake.

You need not mind my name,

I have none to lose.

I'm glad you have found
someone else.

You may not believe
that either.

I hope she makes
you happy.

Then will you
shake my hand?

For the last time?

For the last time.

Monsieur!

We have not seen you
for a long time.

Maman will be
delighted.

We thought you might be ill.

Not ill, no.

Too busy?

( clicks tongue, chuckles )

We had such a lovely day
with you.

Maman would like to return
the hospitality.

That won't be
necessary.

I wrote to my friend
at home:

everything so English,
so beautiful.

I hoped you would enjoy it.

Annette...

I'm here to tell you

that there will be no more days
at Mapledurham.

I have a wife.

You've just married?

I have always had a wife.

And you think that
because I am French

I will accept being
your mistress.

Well, I think that comment says
rather more about you

than it does about me.

( Annette's mother chuckling)

The stranger!

Madame.

Marié.

( door closes )

Cabbie!

WOMAN:
Oh, thank you.

SOAMES:
Fine company you keep

these days.

What are you doing?

I could ask
the same of you.

Are you following me?

It's your birthday.

What are you doing?

Let me just see
how it looks.

Soames.

Let bygones
be bygones.

If I can,
surely you might.

Let's begin again
as if nothing had been.

Come back to me.

You're mad.

Leave me alone.

Come back to me
and I'll give you anything you want.

You can have your
own life, I swear it.

You said that before.

I mean it this time.

I'll only ask
one thing...

WOMAN:
You all right, there?

Just give me a son.

Is it so unnatural

for a man to want a child
from his own wife?

Is it so very unflattering
that in spite of everything

I still want you?

Please speak,
for goodness sake.

I never intended
to frighten you.

Heaven knows.

Please.

You can set your
own conditions,

keep your own company,
anything.

Just give me a son.

I would sooner die!

WOMAN:
What's going on?

Here.
No!

She doesn't want it.

Leave her be.

You will not behave to me
as you once did.

Do you never think
of anybody but yourself?

WOMAN:
Don't you lay a finger on her!

( grunting )

IRENE:
No!

No, you will not!

I'll have the police on you.

( grunting, panting )

Scratch the surface,
and you're all the same.

Yes, yes, we are.

Enjoying
yourself?

Enormously.

Dante would've made this
his fifth ring of hell.

Do you sell in hell?

Do I care?

Remind me--

Suzanne Ratcliffe's
desperate to meet you.

American writer;
just your sort.

( piano playing soothingly,)
quiet conversation )

Dad, there's someone
here to see you.

She... seems upset.

I've left her
in the drawing room.

Name of Irene Heron.

Hmm.

Look, um,
best not tell June.

She's gone to
so much trouble.

I'll be as quick
as I can.

Irene.

I'm so sorry for coming.

There's no one else,
you see.

Sit... sit down.

No, I...

Your party.

Oh, it's work.

Jolyon, I've had
another visit from Soames.

Another visit?

Yes, he came to the flat
a few days ago.

He told the maid
his name was Mr. Forsyte.

I... I presumed it was you.

I wish you wouldn't
live on your own.

He wants a child.

With me.

He wants me
to live as his wife again.

He won't give up.

He's... he'd been following me.

He followed me
earlier this evening.

It's... it's impossible.

I shall have to go away.

I thought perhaps Paris...
or Rome.

You can't let him chase you
from your home.

He... he could show up
at any time;

at my flat, in the street,
anywhere.

Come to us.

He would never dare
follow you here.

Oh, no.

It's... it's kind of you...

Kind nothing--

I owe it to you,
for not talking him round.

He won't listen.

You cannot protect me.

Soames is my husband.

If he is desperate to have
a son, no one, not even the law,

can prevent him
from demanding his rights.

He cannot force you.

Force me is...

is exactly what he did the night
before Phil died.

( sighs )

It's what he'll do again.

I... I know him, Jolyon,

and I know he
hasn't changed.

I cannot stay.

( resignedly ):
No.

Well, it... it should be Paris.

My French is passable
these days.

I know how to lose myself there.

JUNE ( in background ):
Jolly, have you seen dad?

JOLLY:
Hold on, June.

I'll find him
for you.

Um...

I should leave.

Well, I'll...

I'll walk you
to your carriage.

No.

Please, go back
to your party.

Please, Jolyon.

You'll send me
your address?

Yes, yes-- if I send
it to no one else.

I have so much
to thank you for.

You will be missed.

That's kind,
but untrue.

Go back
to your party.

IRENE:
Good-bye.

YOUNG JOLYON:
Take care.

( shouts )

Damn Soames Forsyte!

Damn him to hell!

( horses panting,
bridles jingling )

( horse whinnies )

Shh!

( grunts )

( snarls playfully )

Oh! Jolly!

I saw you in the park.

Well?

Sneaking about.

It's hard to sneak anywhere
with a horse, Jolly.

How very smart.

Well, who is he?

A friend.

A friend you see
in secret?

A friend and a relative.

Of ours?

Val Dartie.

Dartie, that... that awful
nephew of Soames Forsyte?

He's nothing like his uncle.

Don't be absurd.

You've never even met him.

And why, do you think?

Because Dad
despises their family,

more than anything in the world.

I'm not so narrow-minded,
fortunately.

How dare you
say that

about Dad, of all people.

You'll not see him again.

Do you hear me?

You can't tell me what to do!

No, but I can tell Dad
what you're up to...

( horse whinnies )

anytime I want.

And he'll fill you in

on what their lot
are really like.

EMILY:
Ah, Winifred, you're back.

How was it in court?

Soames?

That's one hurdle over.

Uncomfortable,
I know,

but it was worth it
in the end.

Uncomfortable?
It was beastly!

The court was full.

Four journalists,
scribbling away,

people shuffling in
off the street.

Have they nothing
better to do?

Dear.

They read out Monty's letter--

a few sniggers at that--
and all the things he'd done.

Womanizing,
gambling and so on.

Yes, and then I had to beg

for restitution
of my conjugal rights.

This had better be worth it.

It was an excellent
performance.

Steady as a rock.

I've found my vocation at last.

SOAMES:
Don't be like that, Winifred.

It's over.

For now.

Come on-- we'll break
the news to father.

Is he awake?

Just-- I'll see
how the land lies.

Where's Val?

Oh, he's off seeing some fellow.

He's always seeing some
fellow or other these days.

Your divorce
will be much simpler.

Have you a date yet,
for the hearing?

Still working on it.

Still?

Irene will welcome it,
though, surely.

I want a son.

For all her failings,
Irene was the love of my life.

I know, Soames.

But... you're over that...

All these years...

There were always people
getting in the way.

That blasted June, filling her
mind with fashionable theories;

Bosinney and his flattery.

Now Jolyon Forsyte,
whom I sent as honest broker,

has ended up poisoning the well.

What are you saying?

I went to see her.

I was desperate.

I found someone
who has suffered just as much.

Too proud to admit her mistakes,

but someone who, if she would
only stop fighting it,

would be the perfect mother
for my children.

And you have given in
to your emotions.

Hmm?

Let the heart rule the head.

I have seen sense.

Although as yet, she has not.

( crystal shatters )

Winifred!

You've encouraged me
and bullied me, by turns,

all in the family name.

You sat and watched me
squirming in the dock--

Lord knows what the papers
are printing,

right this minute--

and I gritted my teeth,

because I thought
at least I wasn't alone.

Now I find there's one rule
for me and another for you!

What on Earth...
Don't deny it!

You're a sneak and a cheat!

And if you ask me,

that poor French girl

has had a lucky escape!

What's all the commotion?

Was that the crystal?

Those glasses were
a wedding present!

Winifred?
Soames?

What on Earth happened?

Who'll be the first
to congratulate him?

Soames has abandoned
his plans for divorce.

Now he wants to live
happily ever after with Irene!

( laughing hysterically )

So that just leaves me
in naughty corner.

Winifred,
compose yourself.

How can I?

What's she on about?

She's upset, Father...

Well, I can see that.

No one wants a divorce,

if it can be avoided.

She's had a trying day.

Yes, I have.

Yes, you have.

You need a little lie-down.

SOAMES:
Polteed, thank you

for coming
at short notice.

Leaders in speed
and security, sir-- that's us.

Good, because there's not
an hour to lose.

I have a client,
name of Heron,

separated from his wife.

Until yesterday,
she was living here.

She's now gone,
and he wants her found.

Deal with all reports
personally,

and send them directly to me,
marked "confidential,"

sealed and registered.

My client demands
the utmost secrecy.

( sniffs )

I'm putting it in
the cipher category, sir.

No names are ever mentioned;
we work by numbers only.

Now, this will
be your key,

and I shall retain
the only duplicate.

Now, the party watched,
your Mrs. Heron,

we'll call number 17,
your Mr. Heron-- 43.

Our watcher--

I'll put a really
trustworthy woman on the case--

number 19.

Any person we suspect
will be 47,

any second person--

51.

( clears throat )

On the subject of expense?

Whatever it takes,
within reason--

if you can guarantee success.

43 need have no fear, sir;

if 17 is breathing,
she'll be found.

Jolyon.

You didn't mind
my note?

No.

No, I was delighted.

I had no idea you
had plans in mind to travel.

There's a mood abroad
in England at the moment--

it's a vengeance.

Against the Boers?

Mmm.

Yes.

It's reported here.

It makes me
uncomfortable.

The fact that I'm
in a minority

makes me more
uncomfortable,

so now I shan't
discuss it.

And here we are.

A far cry
from the last time we met.

Exile clearly suits you.

Peace suits me.

So you've had no word?

From Soames?

Nothing.

I half feared...

June thinks I'm fussing.

She thinks
you're far too capable

to need whatever

paltry protection I can offer.

June is privileged;

she hasn't been burdened
with my secrets.

Unless...

Oh, no-- I should sooner die
than breach that confidence.

Who cares why you're here?

I'm... I'm so pleased to see
a familiar, friendly face.

( chuckles )

Well, that's good news.

Oh, and I've even...
even better news;

I've managed
to let the flat for you.

Like a good steward.

Money.

Then I hope
you'll help me spend it.

( birds singing
in the distance )

( door shuts )

What's the matter?

Jolly knows.

He threatened to tell Dad
if I saw you again.

What?

He's just trying
to protect me.

From what?

From being loved?

Because I do
love you, Holly.

You're far and away
the best thing in my life,

and I'd propose to you
on the spot if I could.

I'd say yes.

You might not.

Ask me.

Ask me.

JOLLY:
I'm tempted to thump you right now.

You can't--
we're engaged.

We should go back
to the beginning.

Val Dartie.

Have you shown her
this yet?

Don't-- that's
why I've come.

Didn't he tell you
about his dad?

I was going
to tell you.

Tonight.

JOLLY:
Dumped his mother

for a dancer-- so-called--
and legged it to Argentina.

Yes, my father
is a bounder,

but is that
my fault?

I went to court
to support my mother,

who's an absolute brick,

and I'm not ashamed
of that.

You don't know the first thing

about me,
or my uncle.

I know my father hates him.

Ergo you should
hate us all?

My father's a good judge
of character.

And so is his daughter.

She's got opinions
of her own.

Have you?

What do you think
of the war in South Africa?

Are you pro-Boer?

Anti-Boer?

With your father away,

you can't ask him
what to think.

Don't you dare say a word
against my father!

You stay away
from Holly, you hear?

Only if she
tells me to.

Holly.

There's your
answer.

Just stay away from her.

I love her.

Prove it.

She knows it.

All right.

But does she love you?

Prove that

and I'll walk her
down the aisle myself.

Easy.

Sign up.

Go off
and fight the Boers

and see if
she's still waiting when you come back.

HOLLY:
Jolly.

Do you trust her that much, Val?

He's being stupid.

Walk away.

Okay.

I'll sign.

So long as you sign with me.

Stop! Stop it!

Well, Forsyte.

You're on.

Now will you
shake my hand?

Merci.

Is that a commission?

Hmm?

The painting.

Has somebody commissioned
you to do it?

Mm-hmm.
Charles Lipton.

He takes a lot
of my work

for his gallery
in Cork Street.

Poor Charles.

( chuckling )

He's in for something of a wait.

Well, one shouldn't
be working

on a day like this.

One should be enjoying
the ambiance

and the company.

Oh, I feel
more at ease

than I've felt
for a long time.

You don't mind me saying that?

No.

No, not at all.

Your grandfather thinks
I'm a vain old bird,

but I still like
a little feast and fashion

now and again
to bring the family together.

And why not?

Of course,
that was nothing

to the dinners
we used to have.

No, I remember.

20 people, nine courses.

How did you walk
afterwards?

Walk? We used to dance...

'til the early hours
and beyond.

Madeira.

( chuckles )

I was saving this
for our golden wedding.

So why have you
opened it tonight?

In your honor.

Looking to the new generation.

Since the last
has proved such a disappointment.

JAMES:
Val...

try a little
of this.

You won't get that
up at college.

Nor in the
Imperial Yeomanry.

I joined today.

( shocked ):
What?

VAL:
Young Jolly Forsyte and I

went down there
together.

We go to camp on Monday.

Oh...

Jolly Forsyte?

But what about Oxford?

What made you do it?

EMILY:
I think it's very plucky.

I'm sure you'll make
a splendid soldier.

I didn't
know

you were
friendly with Jolly.

I'm not, but I wasn't going
to be beaten by him.

What will his father think?

Can't see
him approving.

He's away in Paris.

My map!

EMILY:
James has bought

a map.

Well done,
Val.

This brings
the war alive.

Ah, now, you
must show me

where you're going.

Here's Mafeking.

Uh-huh.

VAL:
Um, and, uh...

( band playing lively
French folk tune )

( band stops playing )

One more,
please.

That's impossible.

Impossible.

Take pity.

I'm an old man.

Oh, please.

I haven't danced
for years.

Well, I might
stumble through

a final waltz,
I suppose.

( group laughing )

( band begins playing waltz )

A cognac, I think,
is what's required.

Monsieur.

Un telegram
pour vous.

Ah, merci.

What is it,
Jolyon?

Well, it's... it's Jolly.

He's, um, enlisted
in the Imperial Yeomanry.

VAL:
It's all right, you know, Ma.

We shall soon have
Kruger on the run.

I only hope I shall come in
for something.

We get plenty of riding
and shooting, anyway.

That's one comfort.

Whoop! Gently does it.

I've
got him.

Are you sure?

Come on, Val.

Come on, Val.

Will you come in?

Come on.

WINIFRED:
Good night, Immy.

IMOGEN:
Good night, Mother.

VAL:
Good night, Mother.

Oh, go carefully, Val.

Monty?

Hello, Freddie.

IRENE:
You will write to me?

Let me know
how Jolly goes on.

Of course.

Well, they're ready
for you now.

Oh, I'm
a selfish man.

I... I should
be grateful

for the time
we've had together

but I'm resenting
the loss of it already.

Jolly needs you.

Or rather,
I need him.

Two days, and
he'll be gone,

and then... how long
before I see him again?

It's a lot to lose
in such a short time.

Take care
of yourself.

Jolyon, I'm not
made of china.

You're something
of a connoisseur

of the arts,
Mr. Forsyte.

I've made one or two
good acquisitions

in my time.

You asked me to inform you
straightaway.

Some developments?

At last.

17 has been
tracked

to a small hotel
in Paris.

There she has had
regular contact with 47.

I have a detailed list

of visits to galleries,
parks, restaurants

and so on.

And an identity
for 47.

Confirmed identity,
not yet.

But a description,
yes.

47 left for England
late last night,

leaving 17 alone
at this address.

How to proceed
depends upon your client.

And this 47?

Oh, he's a bit older
than number 17.

Dark-haired gentleman,
medium height.

Could be anyone.

Oh, he's a keen painter,
it would seem.

I'll leave the details
with you, sir.

You can advise me
once you've spoken

with your client.

Good day, sir.

( gasps angrily )

It all looks
rather real,

seeing it like that.

He does it for hours.

You, too-- going out
as a nurse.

I do so admire you.

To do one's bit.

I always thought
you were anti the war.

Well, of course...

( gunshot )

but if there's a life
one can save...

The training's
frightfully dull.

Well, it's good
to be back.

Was Paris warm?

No.

( gunshot )

How was Irene?

( clears throat )

In health.

Did you see much of her?

Most days, most days.

What's she doing with herself?

I'm very aware of
the awkwardness of things.

No awkwardness for me.

She could be
an excellent chum for you

and you need someone.

( chuckles )

Look how good Jolly is.

Irene is very much
her own person, you know.

And needs a chum
as much as you.

Good shot!

It'll be rather
a different thing

with a Boer in the sights.

I suppose one should hope so,
really.

Though apparently we shall be
thinking of them

as just so much target practice

by the time we're
out there.

I don't want to a bit,
of course.

I admire you for it.

I don't believe
I'd have enlisted

at your age--
too much of a Forsyte.

There are any number
of reasons why one signs, you know.

Of course, but ultimately
it's down to altruism.

Shall I tell you
my reason?

Because I dared
Val Dartie to.

Why?

Can't abide
the young ass.

So you see,

no altruism there...

nor heroism.

Why did he come back?

Oh, my poor dear,
my poor darling.

This is too much
of Monty, really.

It's all right,
Mother.

No good fussing.

Why the deuce didn't
we try cruelty?

Oh, don't, Soames.

Could not Winifred say
she'd prosecute him

if he doesn't keep away?

Oh.

He took her pearls!

( grunts )

( sighs )

A kipper, Winifred?

Could you manage?

No, really, I'm...

You mustn't worry
about your father.

Leave me to tell him.

JAMES:
Tell me what?

Nobody tells me
anything.

Morning, Father.

James...

It's all right, Mommy.

It's your husband,
isn't it?

He's bankrupt.

I knew how it'd be.

Not bankrupt, Daddy...

just back.

Aah!

Back?!

Well, we'll pay him off then--
that's what we'll do.

Pay him to stay away.

No.

I'm going to keep him.

What?

It's rather the luck of the
draw, isn't it-- marriage.

And I did,
after all, choose Monty,

so in that sense
I've made my bed.

You see,
I just can't...

I can't face it all again.

I'd sooner put up with him.

But he's a bounder.

Yes.

( choking up ):
Thanks all the same, Daddy.

But I think I'll keep him
now he's back.

Huh?

Oh... do you think I should?

Yeah... yeah.

She must love him, I suppose.

Do you think she does, Soames?

In our generation,
people married

and then just got on
with it.

I thought getting on with it

was precisely what Winifred
said she intended doing.

Yes, she did, didn't she?

I suppose it wasn't merely
Winifred I was thinking of.

Irene has gone,
hasn't she?

I mean,
she's quite gone.

Of course she's gone.

No, I mean gone
emotionally, Soames--

that's what I mean--
from you.

There is, or has been,
another young woman

who has interested you.

This, I take it,
is Winifred talking.

Well, out of concern,
merely.

Concern for what
does not concern her...

as with most women.

How dare she?

I'm going to miss
this so much.

Can we be seen
from here?

I don't care if we can.

Daddy'll have
to know sometime.

So will yours.

You don't suppose
he'll tell him?

He'd think it sneaking.

It would be.

Come here.

( both giggling )

Oh, only three
more days' leave.

I can't bear it.

Have you heard any more
about going out there?

We're hardly ready.

If only something good
would happen.

If only the war
would finish.

No chance of that.

( gunshot )

That was a bullet!

Silly young ass!

It was miles away from us.

I don't care.

It was a stupid
thing to do.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

Oh... just a chap
in the street.

How's the old man?

Not dead.

I want a straight answer, Monty.

Why did you come back?

I had nowhere
else to go.

I was frightened,
Freddie.

They do this dance
in Buenos Aires.

It's exciting
beyond words

when you
first see it,

but it's
a dreadful thing--

men and women
clutching together.

It's as if
what shouldn't be seen is being seen,

you know,
in the street.

There's evil in it.

I should have thought that was
rather your cup of tea.

Kick me, I'm down.

I don't want to kick you.

I'm going to let you stay.

They were all against it,
but I can't throw you out.

I've suffered so much for you.

It's good of you,
old girl.

It is-- very.

( clears throat )

And is that all you can say?

You're going
to take this the wrong way.

Probably.

There's a commercial
traveler in the street.

He was on the boat
with me

and I needed the fare
from Southampton

and, well, he needs
paying off.

( chuckles )

( laughing )

( laughing )

Yes...

( laughs )

Monty's back.

( laughing )

( Monty coughs )

( clears throat )

Sorry, old boy.

Nothing to be
scared of.

I didn't want
to frighten you.

What the devil
are you doing here?

( coughs )

Got back last night,
old boy.

You were out then
as well.

But what... I mean,
does Mom know?

Yes.

Cheers, old man.

Have a shrimp.

I don't want a shrimp.

Are you screwed?

No.

They say you've enlisted.

I have.

Well, good for you, old boy.

Queen and country and that,

et cetera.

Look here, I'm... I'm sorry
about all the...

What?

My going away and, um,

things you're too young
to understand

about the way
things are.

You mean leaving my mother
for a dancer.

Yes, that's what it looks like;
I can see that, old boy.

You stole her pearls.

Stole?

Stole.

Borrowed.

Stole!

I went with Mother
to the hearing, you know.

I'd say it's one of the most
disgusting things

that could happen to somebody--

one's husband run off
with a dancer

and it all to be public
and in the papers.

We do go wrong, sometimes,
old man.

I didn't have much of a time
of it.

And are you back now?

That's what they said
would happen.

Val, dear, I didn't get a chance
to tell you.

Does this mean no divorce?

It does, Val, yes.

I rather wish there would be.

( Val's footsteps fade out )

It's been
a great shock to him.

What kind of example
am I?

A very bad one.

Oh, dear Val,
to go out there--

it's so
worrying.

Young Jolly Forsyte
we have never met, of course, but...

No one has.

But dear Val going...

( Juley sighs )

What about June to go?

Last I heard she was pro-Boer.

Seen sense at last.

GEORGE:
We'll be there soon,

the Queen's own
Forsyte regiment.

( imitates fanfare )

What about you,
Field Marshall,

when do you
set sail?

It's worrying,
you know, very worrying.

Here's Ladysmith, you see.

That's where it is?

Under siege.

Shocking.

JAMES:
Mafeking.

SWITHIN:
Under siege, too?

And here-- look, Swithin.

Boers here, British here,

Spion Kop.

( gasping ):
Don't.

Spare us all.

SWITHIN:
Know what we need?

We need Napoleon.

Excuse us,
General,

Napoleon's dead.

We need another.

Save you money,
save you men,

save you energy
if you'd trained

Napoleons.

I rather think you're right,
Swithin.

HESTER:
Silly Swithin.

Napoleon was on
the wrong side.

( band playing patriotic music
in distance )

MAN:
Quite still and tend to the birdie.

Lovely.

MAN:
Next.

Papers.

Val Dartie, sir.

You're written;
you're all out.

Thank you, sir.

VAL:
Thank you, sir. Next!

Move along.

Next,
step up, lad.

MAN:
Company C, prepare to move!

That's
Jolyon Forsyte.

We call him
Young Jolyon.

IMOGEN:
Young?!

( chuckles )

RECRUITER:
All right, next!

Now, don't stare, Imogen.

I haven't seen him
in years.

EMILY:
And that's his daughter June-- by his first wife.

We can assume
the other to be

the young girl
by his second.

Gosh.

But why do we not
speak to them?

( grumbles )

OFFICER:
Move along, now.

Chin up, Freddie.

It'll all be
over by...

soon.

It's come so suddenly.

OFFICER:
Next.

Dartie.

Forsyte.

OFFICER:
Move along.

Next one.

See who's over there?

WINIFRED:
Yes.

He's been in touch with Irene.

HOLLY:
I'm going to look for Jolly.

What'll you do
when we've all gone?

Oh, I suspect I'll be
extremely miserable.

Why not go back to Paris?

June...

I'm sure she'd like it.

June, Irene has
no interest in me,

other than as a friend.

Did I imply
something else?

Well, maybe
I misunderstood.

Hmm.

And there's her husband
over there.

Well, you don't think
she cares a fig for him.

( crying ):
We will get leave, won't we?

Bound to.

We might be able
to see each other.

But we might not.

Ever again.

( sobbing )

That's all right for some.

( others laugh )

MAN:
All the best on your campaign!

Ah, there you are,
old man.

Here I am.

Your sister
was looking for you.

I saw her
a moment ago.

Ah, good-- she found you.

She's rather
upset.

Of course.

We all are.

Yes.

So, um...

Old man, this is it,
I suppose.

I think so.

YOUNG JOLYON:
Well...

they've turned
the corner out there.

Yes.

However things
come about...

there's a reason,
I believe that.

I know you're against this war,
Dad, but I'm glad I'm going.

That's good.

We're well trained.

We'll do a good job.

You're a crack shot.

All those hours
in the garden,

you ought to be.

Bye, June.

Bye.

Hope I'll see you
out there.

Not in your professional
capacity.

No.

Bye, Dad.

Just take such care...

please.

I will.

You'll need new boots
before long.

Thank you,
Grandfather.

You take care, hmm?

Emily.

We so
admire you, Val.

Me, too...
me, too.

Oh, Val...

Bear up, Mom.

Just come back.

Of course I will.

We're crack troops
now, you know.

Father.

It's all to play for,
old man.

Good luck.

Thank you,
Uncle.

MAN:
Need to get you all on parade and get you shipped out of here!

Where's Jolly?

Well, he said he'd seen you.

No!

HOLLY:
Jolly!

Jolly!

I'm sorry.

( crying )

Take care.

( band playing march,
crowd cheering )

( applause and lusty cheering)

You've been in Paris,
I hear.

Yes.

You didn't happen
to see Irene, I suppose?

Yes, I saw her.

I've decided--
and I think you'd better know--

I'm going to ask her
to come back to me.

You have asked her, you know?

That was a shock to her.

But as she thinks it over,

she'll see
it's the only way out for us.

That wasn't my impression
of her state of mind.

I don't altogether care
about your impression.

What I need is your undertaking

that you won't
influence her against me.

I don't know
why you think

I have any
influence.

But if I did have,
I would use it

in the direction
of her happiness.

Against me?

I'm against any woman living
with a man whom she dislikes.

Oh, "dislikes."

And it's that sort of opinion
you put into her mind?

She is my wife.

In name.

In law.

In fact.

* Life is a dance
we must learn *

* Into the night, we will turn

* Time holds the secrets
of our song *

* Moments are given,
then gone *

* Come have this dance
with me, darling *

* I'll hold you tight
till the dawn *

* Let the night see
how I love you *

* So the moon can tell the sun

* So the moon
can tell the sun. *