Original subtitles

To any true forsyte, there is something repugnant about men

so careless of their appearance as Philip Bosinney.

It argues a lack of deference towards the rules of polite society,

towards Forsytes, in other words, that strikes them as immoral,

if not positively dangerous.

But soames, though a forsyte through and through,

is clever enough himself to recognize brains in others.

He might despise Bosinney, but he intended to use his ability.

After all, if the fellow could build houses, what did his clothes matter?

And Bosinney? - Well, he didn't know,

any more than Soames did, that this was probably

the most fateful day in both their lives.

Gravel soil.

What's that? - Yes.

It's a fair site, but...

here comes Oliver, the agent. I've asked him to meet us here.

I'm the solicitor for the estate.

Getting in on the ground floor?

I expect you've got business to discuss.

I'll leave you alone for a bit.

Well, mr. Forsyte?

Good morning. That your architect?

He may be, if I decide to build.

I think you'll be making a mistake, sir, if you don't.

I think your people ought to come down in price to me.

This site is the cheapest we've go at the top of the hill,

they're dearer by quite a bit.

It's possible I may not build at all. The ground rent's very high.

With respect, sir.

We've only got to advertise to have a mob of people after it.

You'll find nothing like it near London.

Well, I haven't made up my mind yet.

I'll see you later at your house.

Glad to see you, sir. The wife'll have some lunch ready.

Bosinney!

Bosinney, where are you?

Up here.

Hello, Forsyte.

I've found the very place for your house. Look here.

You may be clever, but this site will cost me half as much again.

Hang the cost, man. Look at the view.

For 8000 I could build you a palace.

I can't afford 8000.

Well?

Well, I've taken that site of yours, after all.

Good for you.

Soames is a brick.

Really a brick. To think that I should ever say that.

Phil, it's wonderful for you, wonderful.

Now you'll show them all, won't you just?

You weren't supposed to know.

Nobody was. He didn't even tell you, did he?

I've no doubt he will, in his own way, in his own time.

Shall you be pleased if I build you a beautiful house?

Of course she will. Who wouldn't?

I'll be pleased. If it helps you, and mr. Bosinney.

It will.

This is just the beginning, isn't it, Phil?

Wait until I tell grandfather. We'll be married in no time.

As you can imagine, Aoames isn't paying me much.

You see, it's all in the family.

Never mind about that. It's what comes after that counts.

You'll be known. You'll be famous.

On the strength of one house?

But surely.

It's going to be the most marvelous house ever built.

Well, of course it is.

Irene, you'll have no end of trouble.

People will come for miles to see it.

And soames won't let any of them inside the gate.

Philip... may I call you that? We're going to be cousins.

I'm honored.

Well, then, Philip, if you wish to please your client,

you must build a high stone wall around the house with broken glass on top,

and strong iron gates and notices everywhere.

"Beware of the dog".

"Keep off the grass". "Abandon hope".

What nonsense. Soames loves to show off.

You know he does, Irene.

Why, look how he insists on your going to the best dressmakers.

And the jewels he keeps buying you,

why... yes, you're right and I'm wrong.

Soames is very proud of his possessions.

So you will be famous.

And we shall all sit at your feet.

Yes!

If we're going your grandfather's for lunch, I'd better brush up a bit.

Shan't be long.

Don't mind him, will you?

He tends to be a bit sudden. I don't mind a bit.

It's incredible, isn't it?

It's all going to happen, here and in his mind.

Don't you think he's a wonderful man?

Thank you, Smither.

You are a good girl. Thank you, miss.

One moment.

Smither.

Ann, dear?

It's I, hester. Very well, Smither.

Ask miss Hester to come in.

How pretty.

Thank you, dear.

Dear Ann, how are you this morning?

Bobbish, thank you.

Timothy? - A little upset.

He's been reading the times. I do wish he would not.

It does put him out so.

All about the dear queen's naval review at Spithead.

Oh, yes.

For the jubilee, of course. I should like to have seen it.

Timothy says it's a great waste of money,

all that coal being burnt up in battleships.

But that is what coal is for, dear.

Yes, I suppose it is.

And then he's worrying about the dear queen.

He thinks she might have caught a chill.

At her age? - She's not even seventy.

But Ann, I must tell you the great news.

Soames is going to build a house at Robin hill.

Right out in the country

and who do you think he's engaged as architect?

Not? - Yes.

Mr. Bosinney.

We're not supposed to mention it, but June said that I might tell you,

because she thought it would cheer you up.

Cheer me up?

What an extraordinary expression.

Still, it was good of her.

And it's very nice for dear June.

Oh yes, indeed.

But I do hope they will be careful.

Building, it's rather dangerous.

Yes, a risky business.

When you see Soames,

tell him from me...

tell him to be very careful.

We're not supposed to talk about it,

but I thought that you, as Soames' sister,

would naturally be the first to hear.

I can't say I didn't have an inkling.

What did Timothy say?

Did he have a fit?

There. I knew how it'd be.

But nobody tells me anything.

I don't see what soames wants with a young man like that.

I shouldn't be surprised if Irene had put her oar in,

she and that young June together.

And I might add, as far as June is concerned

it seems to me that she is keener on him than he is on her.

She's always following him about.

You've no business to say such a thing.

Why not? It's true.

It is not.

And if it were, it's disgraceful to say so.

I can tell you one thing.

Now she has the buccaneer in town,

she won't give two pence for you,

as you'll discover.

Not that it matters.

We're going to live in the country.

You did hear what I said?

Yes. You don't seem interested.

I knew already. June, I suppose.

This family. You're one of them.

I suppose you don't want to go.

Well, you never seem contented here.

I can't tell what you want.

If it's so important to you, why don't you ask?

Oh, God, what am I going to do?

It's an odd sort of a house.

Look, there's a lot of room cut to waste.

The principle of this house is that you should

have room to breathe, like a gentleman.

If you don't like it, you'd better say so.

I haven't said I didn't like it.

All right, look.

You can't swing a cat here. The house is a rectangle.

This is a covered court, and this is for your pictures,

divided from the court by curtains.

Draw them aside and you have a space of 51 by 23, 6.

Now this end wall is all window.

You've got a north light from there, and a southeast light from the court.

Simplicity and regularity.

Those are the principles. Well, in architecture as in life.

We overload our houses with decoration, gimcracks,

anything to distract the eye.

But this is wrong.

The eye should rest.

You should get your effects with a few strong lines.

Regularity.

There's no self-respect without it.

Won't it look rather like a barrack?

Yes, I see what it is.

I can't say I'm surprised.

You want one of my uncle's houses, just like anybody else's.

The servants live in garrets, and the front door's sunk

so that you have to come up again into the hall.

Splendid. By all means.

Look, you get my uncle, and I'll tear this up.

No, wait a minute.

Yes, it's certainly original.

It covers a lot of ground.

Space, air, light.

You can't live like a gentleman in one of my uncle's.

He builds for manufacturers.

Yes, I dare say.

It won't be cold, will it?

Irene can't stand the cold. She won't be cold.

I'll see to that.

Look, I've given you hot water pipes in aluminum casings.

You can see them here, here,here, here. All the way around.

Now, you can get these in very good designs. Where did I...?

Here we are.

This is all very well, all this, but what's it going to cost?

Hm? Oh.

Yes.

Now the house should be entirely of stone,

but I didn't think you'd stand for that, so I've settled for a facing.

You should have a copper roof,but,

well, as it is, with the iron work...

let's say eight and a half thousand.

Eight thousand five hundred? - Plus the cost of the land.

That's over 10,000. I gave you a limit of eight.

Can't be done for a penny less.

Surely there are lots of little things you could...

Sorry, not one.

You can take it or leave it.

And Soames agreed.

He really liked the design, though he's too jolly mean to admit it.

He's accepted the cost of the house,

and Philip's to have a free hand with the decoration.

Now then, gran,what do you think of that?

I think it's remarkable,to say the least.

This young man of yours,

he's...what's the word they use nowadays?

Magnetic?

Dynamic. Electric.

I dare say.

As for me, my darling, I prefer oil lamps.

They shed a gentler light.

I'm all for the new things. I like to see the sparks fly.

And I'm sure you will before you're finished.

Now I suppose you want to get married. Yes, please.

You must wait. But wait at least until this precious house is finished.

Don't rush.

Give the youngster a chance to prove himself,

and try not to distract him too much.

Leave him free to work because he is working for you.

That's not only the kindest thing you can do, it's the wisest, for your own sake.

Talking of wisdom,you're a sage.

Yeah.

Socrates isn't in it?

All right, gran. I'll behave, and I'll be patient.

So that chap Soames is going to...?

I've never cared for him.

Who could? - He'll be a man of property.

A man of property.

Well, had to be.

It's in the blood.

Luncheon is served, sir.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Did I tell you I'd seen your father?

Yes, you did.

Would you like to meet him?

No, thank you.

He's an amiable chap. I dare say.

But I don't need him.

Very well, very well.

But I'll tell you this, my girl,

you never know who you're going to need in this world.

Cabbie!

Take me to stanhope gate.

No, hang it. Wistaria avenue, number 46.

That's a castle.

It's the mud pie! And my dolly's going to eat it now.

Yes, mrs. Hawkins? What is it?

There's a gentleman asking for you, ma'am.

For me?

Jo, are you expecting someone? - No, not that I know of.

Did he tell you his name, mrs. Hawkins?

He says his name is mr. Jolyon Forsyte, sir.

What?

No, no. You mean he's asking for mr. Forsyte.

No, sir. That's what he calls hisself.

He told me so.

A very aged gentleman, sir, if I may be so bold as to describe him.

Jo...

I can't turn him away.

No, no, of course not.

Well, can I?

Will you ask mr. Forsyte, please to join us?

Very good, ma'am.

Children, come along with me. Shh.

He's an old man, darling.

And it's all a long time ago.

Who's that?

I don't know. Crumbs, doesn't he look old?

I think he's an old grenadier.

Forgive me for calling like this, without warning.

I was watching the cricket at lords, just round the corner.

Oh, yes. Was the match a good one? - Only moderate.

Come and sit down, father. We're glad to see you. Come on.

Thank you. Over here.

Hey, you two ragamuffins,over here.

Father, allow me to introduce you to your grandchildren.

This one's Jolly, this one over here is Holly.

Children, this is your grandfather.

How do you do? - Hey!

This rag of a dog is Balthasar.

Balthasar, how do you do?

How do you do?

Forgive me, please.

I must see about the children's tea.

No, no. Excuse me.

Whew. That was a shock.

He should have known it would be.

How dare he? How dare he come here like this.

Has he no feeling? Doesn't he know what he's doing?

To walk in like that after all these years,

as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps he's lonely. He deserves to be.

Helene...

when I think of those years, of how deliberately,

how coldly he cut you out from his life...

Not coldly.It hurt him deeply.

More deeply, I think, than it hurt me.

I had you to turn to. He had no one.

He had his family, his precious family, his position in society.

He had his money

and his damnable pride.

If that was enough for him then, why isn't it now?

Let him go to those things for comfort if he's lonely.

Don't they exist any longer?

Perhaps they don't mean so much.

He chose them.

He chose them, just as he chose june instead of you.

June, he's losing her too.

So he comes here.

Why? - Do you think it's for you?

Or me? - Or is it for our children?

Does he want to take them as he took June?

Darling. There's no danger of that.

Isn't there? - No, and you know there isn't.

Listen.

Look, my love. What you can see there?

That's true. He loves children.

He has always loved small, helpless things,

although he'd die rather than admit it.

Why should he not admit to it?

Why? - Because he's a Forsyte.

But it's true nevertheless.

I think that's what weighed most with him nine years ago.

Now... well, my darling, he's nearly 80.

What has he got to look forward to?

Only death.

Do you really want me to be harsh with him?

Will he come here again?

I think so, if we let him.

Oh, Jo...

dearest Jo.

How I make you suffer. Shh.

Don't let me, Jo. You mustn't let me.

Come on, it's all right. Shh.

Daddy, it's a chiming watch!

Run along, children. Your tea's waiting.

Come on.

Nice little house you have here.

Got a lease of it? - Mm-hm.

Don't like the neighborhood, ramshackle lot.

Yes, we're a ramshackle lot.

Your wife's upset.

I'm not surprised.

I shouldn't have come, Jo, but I...

will she forgive me?

I expect so. Just give her time.

Ah, time.

You don't know you're wasting it till it's gone.

Come and see us again, father, won't you?

It's going well.

Yes. I think we'll have to use...ruby tiles,

with a touch of gray in the stuff to give it a transparent effect.

If we distemper the drawing-room walls, ivory cream over paper,

you'll get an illusory look.

See, in the decorations, I want to aim at

what I call "charm."

I should like Irene's opinion.

You mean my wife has charm?

In the middle of the courtyard now...

yes, a clump of irises.

I suppose you find Irene artistic.

Yes.

Want to look around?

Mr. Bosinney is here, madam, to see mr. Forsyte.

Is mr. Forsyte in yet?

Yes, madam. He's upstairs.

Then please tell him, Bilson. Very good, madam.

And ask mr. Bosinney to come in here.

Shall I stop or don't you mind?

No. You play very well.

Why? When I ask you to continue.

Because music and conversation don't go well together.

One spoils the other.

Well then, play.

To listen to Schubert and to look at you, what more could a man ask?

Philip, please don't flirt with me.

I don't flirt.

If I look at you it's because I can't bear to look at anything else.

You're very direct.

What else should I be? I'm an architect, not a politician.

If I see something to admire, I admire it openly.

If it's beautiful, as you are,

I shout it aloud.

Phil... In God's name, why did you marry him?

You've no right to ask questions like that.

No?

Why did you, Irene?

How could you bring yourself to do it?

That's a long story, and rather a sad one.

May we leave it at that?

Bosinney, you're here. At your command.

I've been going through some of these accounts.

They come to a lot more than they should.

Now, if you make a firm stand against these builder chaps,

you'll get them down all right.

They stick on anything they can.

Now take off ten percent all around.

It'll still be over, but... I've taken off every farthing I can.

Then all I can say is you've made a pretty mess of things.

But I told you a dozen times there'd be extras.

I know that, and I wouldn't object to a ten pound note here and there.

But this?!

Most of it's due to your own suggestions.

You want double value for your money

and when you get it, you don't want to pay for it.

Well, I guess I can pinch the balance of the estimates myself,

but I'm damned if I'll do another stroke of work.

There's no need to take that line.

All I meant was when I'm told a thing is going to cost so much,

I like to know where I stand.

All right. But look here.

You got my services dirt cheap, and you know it.

My fool of an uncle would charge four times as much for the work I'm putting in.

What you want, in fact, is a first-rate man

for a fourth-rate fee, and that's exactly what you've got.

Well, let's go through it and see how the money's gone.

Soames!

If you want to talk business, will you please go somewhere else?

This is my drawing room, not your office.

I'm sorry.

And had you forgotten?

June is coming to dinner. She and Philip are going to the theatre.

Shouldn't you go and change?

Yes.

Don't you change?

I haven't time. Anyway, we don't go to the stalls.

Look, Bosinney, I'm sorry i got heated just now,

but...well, I can't stand waste.

Go and make it up with Irene, talk to her about the house.

I want her to think well of it.

Good evening, miss June.

Hello, Bilson. What a gorgeous day it's been.

Yes, miss. Lovely.

Has mr. Bosinney arrived? - Yes, miss.

He's in the drawing-room. Don't bother, Bilson.

I know the way, thank you.

So many things to talk about between us, and now we shan't have time.

Why not at dinner?

Dinner conversation?

Interrupt me with schubert,if you like. But not with "pass the salt."

Come to Robin hill, come on sunday, by yourself.

We can go over the house together.

I've promised to go driving with uncle Swithin.

The big one? Excellent.

Make him bring you with him. It'll do his horses a power of good.

Irene, you must.

Why?

Because I want to see you there, in that setting.

Don't you want to help me?

Yes, Philip. Oh, yes, I do.

How stuffy it is in here.

That blossom? - Azalea, isn't it?

I can't stand the scent.

Were you talking about the house? - I haven't seen it yet.

Shall we all go on sunday?

I'm going driving with uncle Swithin.

Surely what does that matter? - Throw him over.

I'm not in the habit of throwing people over.

Really?

You surprise me.

Well, if you're all ready, I'm sure dinner is too.

Shall we sit down?

Are you enjoying the play?

Yes, very much. Lovely, isn't it?

Isn't it hot?

Yes, cooler up here, though.

What do you think of it?

What? - The play, of course.

Oh...

well what do you think of it?

Quite amusing? - I suppose so.

Better than that damned Shakespeare, anyway.

Monty, look.

Isn't that June? - By Jove, so it is,

with the wild buccaneer in attendance.

Phil? Yes?

Do you realize how I've been looking forward to this evening?

I've planned it for weeks so we could be alone together.

I didn't tell gran, he'd be furious. And now...

And now? - You won't even talk to me.

You've hardly said a word since we left.

June, I've been working desperately hard, and I'm tired.

Not too tired to...

I know, darling.

Just that I don't see you these days,

and I thought for once...

what did you think?

We'd laugh and enjoy being together as we used to.

Phil, take me to see the house on sunday?

No, not sunday.

Some other time. Why not sunday?

Why not sunday? - Because I have another engagement.

You're going to take...

an engagement that prevents my taking you.

Oh, June. June, dear.

Did you...? - Monty, did you see...?

What on earth can have happened?

My dear Freddie, they've had the father and mother of a row.

That's what's happened. Oh, poor June.

Poor June, my foot. She's too peppery by half, that one.

But the buccaneer had better watch out there,

or he'll lose his heiress if he's not careful.

Monty, dear, sometimes you make me sick.

Philip Bosinney's a very strange young man,

but one thing's quite certain. He's not interested in money.

June's or anyone else's. That's all, my eye.

No, you're wrong. No.

If he'd been just a fortune-hunter,

don't you think uncle Jolyon would've seen through him in a minute?

Now finish your drink, dear boy.

Unless you intend taking it into the stalls.

June?

June?

Is that you?

How's the man of property?

Have a good dinner? - Yes, thank you.

And Irene? - Anyone else there?

Only Phil.

Did he bring you home? - Why didn't he come in?

What's wrong with the chap?

Nothing! Nothing's wrong with him.

Good night, gran. Don't you want your milk.

It's been kept hot for you. Nothing, thank you.

Good night, my darling.

Very good. Yes, very good.

Yes, you've got the river there, a very pooty little view.

It is delightful.

Get that straight.

As for the house...

yes, uncle?

Well, it's not the sort of house I'm used to.

Take the hall now. You'll want some statues there.

And that space in the middle... what do you call it?

Under the skylight. The court?

Yes. Now, don't go wasting that on plants.

You take my advice: Have a billiard table.

I'll say one thing though, he's given you a very decent little cellar.

You've got room there for six or seven hundred dozen.

I was just saying, you've given them a very decent little cellar.

Thank you.

Would you like a glass of champagne?

Why, you're quite the monte cristo.

Do sit down, uncle. You must be tired.

Not a bit. Enjoying myself.

Irene?

No, thank you.

A nice wine.

Not the equal of my heidseick. I was just thinking, sir...

the best view of the house is from down there, by the copse.

Wouldn't you care to take a...?

This view is good enough for me.

Would you mind if we...?

Not at all. Not at all.

I'll just sit here.

Let me fill your glass. Thank you, my boy.

Damn bird repeats itself.

Hold on!

Sit still! I'll get you home.

I don't care if I never get home.

All right.

You're safe now.

Yes.

A little more sherry?

No thank you, Soames.

Well, I don't know how to advise you.

Monty's a spendthrift and a wastrel.

He's been nothing but a drain on father since the day you married him.

But there,you would have him.

I'm not complaining.

In many ways, I suppose he's not been the best husband

in the world, but he's mine, and I'm fond of him.

Yes, I know.

How much is it this time?

Three hundred.

He goes racing a lot,you know, with george.

That chap.

Yes, and it's very tiresome.

George doesn't lose all the time the way Monty does.

That's because at bottom, despite his extravagance, he's a Forsyte.

Now your Monty... well, I don't know what he is.

I dare say I can scrape it up somehow.

This time.

The main thing is not to worry papa.

Yes, and Monty relies on that, damn the fellow.

Winifred, look. You can count on me if it comes to it,

but what with one thing and another... well, the house...

no, it's sweet of you, dear, but I shouldn't dream of it.

I only wanted to tell somebody.

Is the house very expensive?

More than I bargained for.

It's not that so much, it's not knowing where I stand.

That chap Bosinney... hello, Winifred.

How nice to see you.

I'll run upstairs and take my hat off. Don't go.

Well, we all know she's pretty

and I suppose we've got used to it, but really, today!

It's positively unfair

on the rest of us women, and I shall tell her so.

See if I don't.

No, Swithin.

You must be mistaken. She couldn't possibly have said that. Never.

But I tell you she did.

When I pulled the beasts up, there she was, cool as...

cool as myself.

Bless my soul.

She behaved as if she didn't care whether she broke her neck or not.

"Sit still", I told her. "I'll get you home."

And then she came out with it.

"I don't care if I never get home."

Oh, what a dreadful thing to say.

Irreligious, I call it. What do you think she meant?

I wonder what mr. Scoles would think. Who the deuce cares?

She's a fine woman, got some style about her.

Not one of your daverdy scarecrows.

She seems to have made a conquest of you anyway.

What's that? I hope I know a pretty woman when I see one.

Knows how to dress too.

That frock she had on fitted her like a skin, tight as a drum.

Oh, really, Swithin!

What was it made of?

Made of? How should I know?

I don't like the look of him at all.

I wish somebody would come.

Where's Smither? - With ann, of course.

Miss Ann?

Excuse me, miss Ann!

Miss Ann, wake up.

Miss Ann!

What should it have been made of, anyhow?

But I'll tell you one thing.

That young architect chap, what's his name?

Mr. Bosinney?

Yes. I shouldn't wonder if he was sweet on mrs. Soames.

No! Yes.

I wasn't sure until I saw him pick up her handkerchief

out there on that terrace place just before we left.

Did he give it to her back?

Not I saw him kiss it when he thought I wasn't looking.

Oh, shocking!

But dear June!

And then the fellow put it inside his coat, here.

Miss Hester! It's miss Ann!

I think she's dead.

So there it is, Jo.

As things are now,I thought you should know.

Yes, it was good of you, father, to come and tell me.

There you are, my dear.

Please, don't get up. Forgive this late call.

Yes, of course. Has something happened?

Yes. My sister, Ann, died this morning.

She was the oldest of us all, you know.

I'm sorry. No, no need to be sorry, though we shall miss her.

She was a link with the last century, born 1799.

So old!

Can you imagine her, as a child of six, down in Dorset,

watching the victory bonfires blaze out of Trafalgar?

And a grown girl, aged 16, at the time of Waterloo.

I remember that myself.

Thank you. I was a nipper,aged 9.

There was a parade and I shouted myself hoarse,

though whether I knew what I was shouting about?

Anyway, my father gave me

half a sovereign and anne gave me a shilling.

George the third coins. Got them to this day.

Ann had memories.

Yet she never married.

No. There was someone as I recall,

but my mother died, and so Ann took her place.

Cigar, father? - No, thank you.

I'm sorry, they're.. poor Ann.

You could say that, but she was a strength to my father.

He knew it too, and came to rely on her.

So did the lot of us.

She was what you might call the nucleus of us all.

She loved the family

and of all the children, Jo, she loved you best.

She gave me a pair of silver buckles that belonged

to my grandfather, Superior Dosset Forsyte, that old rogue.

Yes, I've seen them.

He may have been a rogue but he was honest. Don't you forget it.

Now as I said, ann was fond of you.

That is why I want you to come to her funeral.

No. No.

She's dead, so she won't miss me.

I'd should like to have seen her again, though.

She had humor, and a great talent for getting the best out of people.

Jo, I should like you to be there.

But, my darling, I...

No. It is fitting. She loved you, and gave you shoe buckles.

And it is fitting that you should go. I agree.

Well, I'm sorry, father, I don't agree.

When the Forsyte ladies accept my wife as my wife

and the Forsytes, as a whole, accept my children as,

well, as your grandchildren, father,

Then, if I'm invited, I'll attend their festivals and their funerals.

But not until then.

There, I knew how it would be.

I said she wouldn't last the summer.

You said no such thing.

I shall have to look about for some ground somewhere.

What arrangements have you made?

Don't talk to me about such things.

They tell me Ann left her money to Timothy.

What there is of it.

Where is he? - He ought to be here.

He's kept to his bed since she died.

He doesn't take any risks.

I hear you organized the funeral.

Certainly. I'm sole executor.

Congratulations.

You're a first-rate undertaker too. Do you find it pays?

George, look. What, ho!

The prodigal son.

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