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How to define a foresight?

By the secrets we keep, shall you know us?

By the little lies we tell?

By the choices we make, which echo down the generations?

Choices which will come back to haunt us, until one of us decides

to change the...

Believe me, this will pass.

And we'll come through it stronger and more devoted than ever.

I believe you.

My concern is that now he knows about the children, will he be able to forget

them again?

Jonathan.

You need fresh air.

I wish I could take you to the seaside.

I know where I like to go.

To a magic place where all the streets are made of water.

Where the poor servant girl met the prince.

So, at the next board meeting, I propose to introduce the subject

of my nephew's unfitness to be chair.

Not just in temperament, but in behavior.

As in?

Any action that might bring the firm to disrepute.

This being the case, not only can he be said not to be chair material, he should

be expelled from the company altogether.

You're not the first to sow wild oats in your youth.

But there's no need to pay for those mistakes with your career.

They're not mistakes, Dad.

They're my actual flesh and blood. And that's important.

An heir is important, something you currently lack.

But for the present, when your succession is about to be challenged...

well aware of James's manoeuvrings.

It is imperative that we keep this matter a secret.

Your father and I have been wondering, is there a case for offering some

inducement?

Inducement? For the young lady in question.

To ensure her silence.

Her silence is not in doubt.

But if she could be persuaded to leave London... What?

Set up home and business elsewhere... Futurably funded, of course. So she's

expected to uproot her life and that of her children for my convenience.

When she's made it abundantly clear she wants no further contact.

And you trust her? Completely.

You are not proposing some kind of public statement?

About the children?

Well, how would that benefit any of us?

No, I intend to honor her wishes, whilst deciding how to discharge my financial

obligation to her, which will be my decision.

No one else's.

Are we sure he's the father?

Why else would he be at her shop?

And there was that business in Italy with the ladies' mate.

And there we have it.

The thing to tip the scales against him.

But let's keep this to ourselves for now.

Do I think I'd be the better chair? Of course.

Do I need to stoop to scheming to achieve it?

You can leave all that to me.

I've got another note from Mr Forsyte.

So, if you loved her, why did you marry Mama?

Because your mother was, is, an incredible woman.

Cultured, caring, kind.

And I valued that.

And those early days after Venice, I was sometimes a little lost.

Had you known about her situation,

what would you have done?

I can't answer that.

You just did.

June, wait.

Give her time.

I don't underestimate the pain this has caused.

But I am here.

And I have no plans to be elsewhere.

Then all shall be well.

You came.

Did you doubt it?

Forgive me.

Yesterday I was overwhelmed.

I failed to observe the proper formalities.

Allow me to make amends.

Miss Heron, you have made me the happiest of men.

Would you do me the honour?

Of wearing this ring.

You dislike it? No, no, how could I? I mean, is this

happening to me?

There must be so many more suitable women of your own station.

Very many.

Eminently suitable.

All art and...

Polish and impeccable breeding.

Whereas you are all nature.

And to me, that is perfection.

May I now have the honor?

I'm introducing you to my family.

My love.

Yes.

Mama was always fond of that one.

She was a fine woman.

Not a first love, but... a loving one.

So, it's a full turnout tomorrow?

What's this?

Epsom races.

Monty's horse is running. What could possibly go wrong?

What shall I wear?

I need to cut.

Quite the dash when I strut into the ring with Lady Peaches. Isn't that the

groom's job?

When one's nurtured a nag as I have, one feels a bond, a connection. You don't

think of mounting her yourself, then?

Do you know the thought had occurred.

But the 230 at Epsom, is that the place to make one's debut?

I thought I'd wear my peach hat in homage to Monty's horse.

But if it doesn't win... Well, I believe by the end of tomorrow we'll have

something to celebrate.

To that end, I'll be bringing a guest.

Anyone we know.

Wouldn't wish to spoil the surprise.

Well, hardly a surprise.

A guinea on Miss Carteret?

If you have a guinea to waste.

It's always a blow to realise that someone you love is not perfect.

Of course you want him to be.

But... he's fallen short.

And I can't forgive him.

Parents disappoint their children.

Children disappoint their parents.

Mine have a talent for it.

Even now, I suspect that your Uncle James is harnessing your father's

imperfections to use against him. And you may say quite right.

Whereas I would say that he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Cheer not, my dear.

Tomorrow's race should cheer your spirits.

Yes, Patriots!

Patriots! Come on, Patriots! Told you!

So close.

So close. You donkey!

Damn it!

I've been sold a pup, a turkey, a clunker, a veritable dud.

But she did so well, Monty. She almost won.

They need to fix that.

Father Lydia, we value your life.

Never ask if she's feeling tired or would like a chair. Oh, no, she already

that clear. I'm with child, Joe. I'm not an invalid or an imbecile.

How are things with Francis?

It's just that my connections with Louisa have consequences neither of us

reckoned with.

And the implications are frankly severe.

So, does Holmes propose to join us, or is he keeping his intended under lock

key? Ah, Miss Carter, I would have been proud to think we'd achieved mobility in

three generations.

Just to alert you, I haven't purchased any of our plans with the family, so

forgive me if I'm deliberately vague. Of course.

Ah.

Miss Heron, Mrs. Heron, my family.

How do you do?

Forgive me, I feel we're a formidable prospect.

Not at all. I'm delighted to make the acquaintance with such a distinguished

family.

And there'll be ample opportunity for deepening that acquaintance, as Miss

has done me the honour of agreeing to be my wife.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Our wedding will shortly take place by special license, after which we depart

for Europe.

On your honeymoon? How thrilling.

Where will you go? Tradition dictates that must remain a secret.

Harren, you say?

Do we know that name?

Who are your people, my dear?

No, and of consequence, my father was a professor and my mother... Oh, could we

please not subject Miss Heron to the Spanish Inquisition?

No, no, no, indeed.

That function belongs to me.

The customary formalities?

Yes, of course.

Shall we?

I thought it best to get the ordeal out of the way as soon as possible.

As to the wedding itself, you must say a fortnight from now is too soon. A

fortnight?

Surely the sooner we arrive in Paris.

Your mother is seriously displeased.

Why wasn't she consulted?

And the hate.

How long have you known this girl?

Long enough.

She seems rather lovely.

Oh, Emily.

She is.

You'll like her.

You must be fearfully in love.

In love?

The deuce does that mean? It means everything, trust me.

This is not the match we were expecting.

No, I see that.

And to take the plunge now, when Joe's dug himself a hole, we've had a clear

shot at the chairmanship and you're about to go gallivanting off around the

continent.

Perhaps we should just leave Joe to it. Are you serious?

Insanity of it.

I think I rather envy him.

How?

Daring to follow his heart.

Did you?

Did I?

For God's sake, Emily.

What sort of a question is that?

Come along, Pudding.

Shall we retire?

Well, that was sheer purgatory.

Absolute hell.

Grinning like fools as if our whole lives were not on the rack.

I know what makes this even worse.

We always wanted children of our own.

Somehow that never happened.

How to know that you have children with another.

The last thing I ever wanted was to cause you pain.

We must protect June as much as we can from all this.

You're not wearing that, are you?

I mean, the Foresight ladies will never approve.

Is it not sufficiently modish?

My concern is that you don't embarrass yourself. You're stepping so far outside

your milieu. I thank you for your concern, but I can only start as I mean

on.

By doing what feels right.

To me.

So I was thinking crimson or burgundy.

My husband says don't be extravagant, but it's rich coming from him when he

outspends his allowance every month and then blames me because he has no

profession.

It's hardly my fault my father and uncle won't give him a role in the company.

It's not as if I haven't hinted at it countless times, but I just keep saying

have a reputation to uphold at Foresight & Co.

Foresight?

But your name's... Darty, yes, by marriage.

Foresight by birth.

You know my cousin -in -law, Mrs. Francis Forsyte?

Yes.

I should perhaps warn you, I'm snowed under with orders. It could be months

before your gown is ready, in which case I'd quite understand if you wish to go

elsewhere.

Elsewhere?

I should think not.

And her tone, almost as if she was wishing me gone.

And why would that be?

Thank your cousin, Joe.

What?

And his not -so -guilded, youthful escapade.

I congratulate you, cousin.

Miss Heron seems an excellent choice.

Thank you.

Perhaps one has reached an age where one is free to make a choice without

succumbing to family pressures.

One lives in hope.

Joe, fathered the dressmaker's children.

Well, well, well.

The dirty dog.

How appalling.

But it does play into our hands.

How so?

He wouldn't be the first to father children out of wedlock.

For our purposes, it serves us to portray him as a libertine, the callous

seducer, the...

neglectful father.

I mean, any of these could be said to jeopardise the reputation of the firm.

But it happened before he and Francis met.

Some might call it a youthful indiscretion. Well, they'd be wrong.

Such behaviour is... Yes, Monty?

What is it?

I might be looking in my pen.

Does he perform any youthful function? He could.

Given a chance? This is yet another bid to give him a role.

Not a role.

A seat on the board.

You are joking.

The board meets tomorrow, yes?

And your plan is to expel Joe from the company?

Do you have a majority?

Are you sure you couldn't use an extra vote?

Well... Monty's your man.

He's entirely without scruples.

He'll vote whichever way you tell him to.

Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats and welcome esteemed lecturer and

philanthropist, Mrs. Ellen Parker Barrington.

You believe you have no voice.

I believe the same.

I've been confused, ignored, disrespected in my time.

Oh, but trust me, I'm under no illusion.

It is my wealth.

My standing, which now confers power, commands respect, demands attention.

My late husband owned woolen mills in the north.

Once viewed his workers as commodities, expendables.

But he was brought to see them as precious human souls, worthy

of respect, of dignity.

of proper recompense.

So, change is possible.

And I owe those who have not been as fortunate as I to challenge,

ignorant, and injustice wherever I

live.

I invite you to do the same.

Miss Renegade.

Mr. Buccaneer. What brings you here?

The same as you. A wish for a rational argument?

A disgust for inequality.

Would you care for some cake?

Thank you.

So you're an architect.

How splendid.

I should introduce you to my family. They'll be terribly impressed.

No, I doubt it. I'm a modernist.

In my experience, the money classes are highly conservative in their tea.

Now you, I suspect, are a radical.

I like to think I have an open mind.

Why else would you be here, unchaperoned?

I don't care a fig for such nonsense.

I suspect your mother does.

What she doesn't know can't hurt her.

Do you have a card?

In case any of my family should at some point require your services.

You and I both know how unlikely that is.

Culver Street.

Oddly an illustrious address, and it's a garret. Oh, I adore garrets.

Proposal to admit Montague Darty to the board.

I don't expect you to like it.

He's an imbecile.

But if we're to get the votes we need...

Last -minute

addition to the agenda.

Item five.

Reputational risk and remedial action.

So here we are.

Here we are.

Let battle commence.

Large brandy in the day's papers.

Shop, shop. Item number four. The proposed election of Montague Darty

to the board.

Proposer.

Seconded.

All those in favor?

Those against?

Montague Darty is elected to the board.

I suppose you should let him in.

For those who voted in my favor, good choice.

To any who voted against.

All right.

Item five.

Reputational risk and remedial action.

Yes.

I'm afraid there have been alarming rumors implicating one of our own,

Should they reach the ears of our more eminent clients, could lead them to take

their business elsewhere. What rumours are these?

Concerning a senior partner, debauching a serving man. That is not what

happened. That is not who she was and those are not the circumstances.

And for those of you as yet in the dark, my nephew.

I had a relationship prior to my marriage with a young woman I met in

Some days ago I learned that when we parted, she was with child.

Twins, to be precise.

Now ten years of age, living with their mother in London.

And distasteful, as some of you doubtless may find it.

Distasteful? Try scandalous.

Inexcusable. What we can't ignore is that many of our clients will find such

liaison distasteful. But of course they will.

Because such things have never happened in respectable families.

Good Lord, what on earth?

And it'll be the first misstep that this family has ever made. Oh, Martha,

couldn't it be?

Gentlemen, please.

May I ask what brings you here today?

Curiosity. This is most irregular. We do not admit ladies into the inner

sanctum. Oh, the inner...

sanctum that solely exists because I paid for it.

Can I not see what my marriage settlement bought?

Mater, the matter in hand concerns the irrevocable damage to company reputation

should Joe remain within its ranks. We are inviting him to step away for the

good of the family name. Oh, the good of the family name.

Ah.

Our sainted family.

Devoid of scandal.

Closet.

Skeletal remains.

Yes, but the effect.

The damage to our reputation. There will be no damage. The matter can be hushed

up and the girl paid off. Please, allow me to deal with this.

If we could be certain of the girl's discretion, we could agree to turn a

eye. Though I trust he's not expecting any settlement to come out of company

funds.

I'm just assured.

I have no intention of asking anyone here to take responsibility for my

obligations.

The fact remains I had two children.

Of whom I'm not ashamed.

Nor of myself.

You heard him? No remorse.

Disappointing. Has to go.

With regret, I propose that Jolyon Forsyte

be expelled from the company.

All those in favour?

Why are you here?

I'm not content with how we left things.

More is due to you and the children.

Nothing is due. We're content.

Didn't you have the right to deprive them by refusing my support?

Deprive them?

Did they look deprived?

No, that's not what I meant.

Can I not want them to have a better life?

Have you given the slightest thought to how my life has been since we parted?

No, I can only imagine.

Can you?

A girl, two infants, no one to turn to.

Gradually to take a fierce pride in knowing that she could provide.

To have raised two beautiful souls, single -handed.

Why would I, why would they need any more than what we have?

Mama, will you come?

There's jugglers.

Will you come?

Hang on.

They're beautiful.

They are.

If you told me, I would have come for you.

Your family would have cut you off. You'd be living in disgrace.

And knowing all of that, I still would have come.

It wasn't to be.

No, it wasn't.

Goodbye, Jill.

Miss Renegade.

Can I be of assistance?

No one can.

Well, can I at least offer you some cocoa?

I find that Coco is the answer to most hills.

Even a stepfather with feet of clay.

He's utterly betrayed me.

I can see it must seem that way. If you'd seen him with them,

smiling adoringly, as if I didn't

even exist.

You exist to me, Miss Renegade.

I do.

I see you.

Clear as day.

I should go.

I really shouldn't be here at all.

I'm glad you were.

Um... I've brought an inheritance for you.

I congratulate you.

Thank you, Grandmama?

For catching them all unawares.

But not you.

The Carter girl was too obvious.

Not your type at all.

Bring her to me.

I just spoke to your father.

Don't you want to know how it went?

The vote?

I can guess.

In your favor.

How? You're not to be expelled, so the chairmanship can now be yours.

You must see what it now affords us.

A golden opportunity.

For you to recommit.

To your family.

The firm.

Our life together.

I do see that.

My commitment to you and June is absolute.

So tell me, my dear.

Are you prepared?

For what?

The Forsyte family.

Are you aware of its peculiarities?

Everyone has been welcoming.

And Soames?

What do you know of him?

What can you tell me?

Soames has never loved before.

That he does so now is significant. You will want for nothing.

You'll be mistress of all you survey.

My wants are modest.

And what are those wants?

To love and be loved.

To trust and be trusted. To dance.

And it will be a dance.

Whether the Pavan or a Tarantella.

Or a Padida.

And you?

Are you in love?

Oh.

I have tremors. My pulse races and I feel faint.

Some poets call that love.

What would you call it?

A prelude.

To something deeper.

I hope you find it.

I trust she wasn't too fierce.

She was kind.

You didn't mention Paris.

Should I have done?

Time enough to address that when we're there together, planning our future.

To our wedding day.

So, do we think this wedding is a love match?

How can anyone not marry for love?

Because love is only part of what makes a marriage.

Respect.

Patience.

Belief.

These also matter.

And that's what you had with Papa?

Have.

Till. This could have been the event of the season.

Rather than some low -key hole -in -the -corner travesty.

I just wish it hadn't come so soon.

Soon, Emily.

You've had him at home his entire life.

It's just the thought of losing him to someone we don't really know who might

wish to keep him all to herself.

Yes, well, that's the least of it.

Instead of idling around Europe, he could be here planning our next

Do you like it, Lamar?

Monty assures me it costs the earth. Nothing's too good for my Freddy.

A man of business can afford such trifles.

Lord, help us.

Heaven's sake, Irene, the carriage will be here any minute.

Can you ever doubt it?

In the resources at Mr. Forsythe's disposal.

His willingness to uproot his entire existence for your sake. I meant death

a love match.

And yours is?

I don't yet know what to call it.

He told me it would be all that I dreamt of and more.

Then I suggest you count your blessings and get dressed.

Perhaps she's had a change of heart.

If she has any sense.

Lamar, where is she?

I don't know.

You've taught me a valuable lesson.

Which is?

To trust no one but myself.

To think for myself.

To do only what my heart tells me.

What does it tell you?

That true love is what matters.

A meeting of minds.

A conjunction of souls.

That is what matters.

Good.

We agree.

You see?

Isn't that hard?

Deciding to move on from them.

That wasn't what I said.

It was implied.

I said my commitment to you is beyond doubt.

But to suggest that I've moved on from them would be to deny that any of it

mattered.

except that you were once fond of her. I wasn't fond,

Frances.

My children were conceived of love.

So let us be clear.

That love, as you call it, has no place in this house.

So kill it.

Once and for all.

Or face the consequences.

Thank you.

For what?

Showing me a life and a man I never knew existed

till I met you.