All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e10 The Challenge.eng

War in south africa.
There have been many little

wars in my time,
necessary little wars in remote

parts of the world
brought about by the need

to enforce the pax britannica,
the freedom of the seas and the

peaceful growth of the trade.
This war is no exception.

For the first time,
at least in my memory,

the people of england
are divided as to its value

and its justice.

Even among the forsytes,
the younger ones naturally,

there are those who maintain
that the boers are right

and we are wrong.
Well, of course they don't

stand a chance, sir.
But I'm told they can shoot

pretty well.
I've got a son

in the inniskillings, sir.
Warmson, I didn't even know

you were married.
No, sir.

I don't speak of it.

I expect he'll be going
out there soon.

There you are, soames.

Ah, uncle.
I've seen your father.

He's not very spry.
No.

How are you?
- Poorly... very poorly.

I've been to harrogate,

didn't do any good.
And now we've got

this confounded war.
It's chamberlain's fault

you know, stormy petrel.

I distrust him.

I'll tell you something,
my boy.

House property
is bound to go down.

You'll have trouble
with roger's estate.

I often told him he ought
to get out of house property.

But there,

he was a stubborn chap.
I have it in hand.

I dare say.
You've got a head on you.

Thank you, uncle.
They tell me at timothy's

that fellow dartie's
gone at last.

Yes.
Good riddance.

He was a rotten egg.
It will be a relief

to your father.
To us all.

You be careful,
or he'll turn up again.

Winifred ought to have
the tooth out, I should say.

No use hanging on, eh?

I'm advising her.
Good.

Well, the brougham's waiting,
so I'd better get home.

As I said, I'm very poorly.

Good night, my boy.
Good night, uncle.

Very poorly.

82 and he's never been ill
in his life.

I've got, what,

30 or possibly 40 years.

I'm not going to waste them.

Where's soames,

I should like to know?
- I want to see soames.

He'll be here soon, dear.
Now drink your negus.

It'll do you good.
These boers...

I shan't live to see
the end of this.

Oh, nonsense, dear.
It'll be over by christmas.

What do you know about it?
- Well, nicholas says...

nicholas?
- It's a pretty mess

at this time of night too.

Oh, there you are.

Father.
Oh, good, dear.

Mother.
Nicholas was here.

Yes, I know. I saw him.
He'll catch his death of cold,

I shouldn't wonder.
I can't go out in the evenings.

Soames, dear,
have you dined?

Yes, thank you, mother,
at the club.

Oh.
Plenty to say there

about it all.
Gabby lot.

You mark my words, soames,

consols will go to par.
Well, I knew how it'd be.

All comes from
that fellow, gladstone.

Nicholas blames chamberlain.
Tar of the same brush.

That chap, buller,
he's no good.

They should send
kitchener or roberts.

I don't know.
For all I can tell,

val may go and enlist.
Oh, come now, james.

You talk as
if there were danger.

And so there is.
They tell me

very young roger's volunteered,
or whatever they call it.

Val wouldn't be so stupid.
Volunteer indeed.

In his first year at oxford?
- Rubbish, dear.

No, mother's right.
Val's got a lot to learn,

but he's no fool.
No.

Jolly fine breakfast,
very civil of you to ask me.

Cigarette?

Thanks, no, I'm in training.
My dear jolly, what for?

Not football?
- Rowing.

Oh, good lord.
But that's masochism.

It's what?
- New word.

It means getting hurt
and enjoying it.

Thanks.
Look here. Didn't I see you

at crum's roulette party
the other evening?

How did you do?
- I didn't play.

Oh, I won 15 quid.
It's a rotten game,

I think.
Oh, really?

I rather like
as for that chap crum,

I was at harrow with him.
Awful fool.

Too la-di-da for me.
He's a friend of mine.

Oh.
Sorry.

What do you think of the war?
- Rotten.

Why don't the boers
come out and fight?

Well, why should they?
- I rather admire them.

They can ride and shoot,
but they're a lousy lot.

More coffee?

No, thanks.
Your people

coming up this term?
- You've met them,

haven't you?
- My father and sister

are coming up next week.
Oh, good.

Perhaps you'd like
to ask them see over bnc,

not that there is much to see.
Thanks. I'll ask them.

Would they lunch?
- I've got rather a decent scout.

Afraid there won't be time.
Their two days are packed.

But you will ask them,
though?

Well, it's very good of you.
Well, I have to see

my tutor.
Oh.

But look here, then.

They're dining
with me here on wednesday.

Perhaps you'd care
to join us?

Oh, that's very kind of you.
What time?

Dress?

No.
Your people coming up?

Well, my sister,
imogen, wants to,

but mother...
mm... mother can't leave town

at the moment.

This is such a bore, soames.

There's something almost
indecent about mentioning

one's private affairs
to total strangers.

Yes, I know,
but it has to be done.

Well, yes, but val
he's written to say he wants

to play polo next term.
He seems to be

in a very good set.
Good set or not,

he's got to face it.
Oh, soames.

Soames, will there
be much publicity?

It's so bad for him.
I wish

you wouldn't...
and imogen.

Yes, the newspapers, I know.
But it hasn't got to that yet.

We're merely seeing dreamer
on the question of restitution.

Now, he understands
that we're aiming at a divorce,

but we don't mention that.
You must seem genuinely

anxious to get monty back.
Yes.

Ah, forsyte.

Bellby.
Uh, winifred, this is

mr. Bellby.
Bellby, this is my sister,

mrs. Dartie.
Good day to yo

please, sit down.
Thank you.

Now, I've...
ah, mrs. Dartie, isn't it?

I have here three...

got the facts of the case

in his head already.
Able fellow, able fellow.

Yes, I want to get
a move on with this.

If dartie doesn't comply
with the restitution order,

we can't bring divorce
proceedings for six months.

The law's delays, mrs. Dartie.
Six months brings us

to the end of june.
There there's the long vacation.

I want to put the screw on.
So we want to get him back,

don't we, mrs. Dartie?

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

In fact, I...
my sister's position

is intolerable.
Exactly. Now, can we rely

on the cabled refusal
or must we wait till

after christmas
to give him a chance

to have written?
- That's the point,

isn't it?
- The sooner we...

what do you say, bellby?
- We can't be on before

the middle of december.
No need to give him more rope

than that.
No. Why should my sister be

incommoded
by his choosing

to go off...
to jericho.

Quite so.
People oughtn't

to go to jericho,
ought they, mrs. Dartie?

No.
I agree.

We can go forward.
Is there anything more?

No, I just wanted you
to meet my sister.

Delighted. Delighted.
Good day, mrs. Dartie.

Bellby here will keep me
informed.

Well, goodbye, mr. Bellby.

Thank you for being so helpful.
Not at all. Not at all.

There now.
Thank you.

Thank you, bellby.

We should be all right

if we keep moving.
Yes.

Oh, soames.
I keep thinking of monty.

If only he wasn't such a clown.
The evidence of the stewardess

will be very complete.

Let me come in.

Just for a moment.

Very well.

Why are you here?

Didn't I make it quite plain
last time, I...

irene.

It's your birthday.

Is it?

I bought this for you.

Soames, no.

I couldn'T.
Well, why not?

Just as a sign
that there's no ill-feeling.

Irene, let bygones be bygones.

Well, if I can,

surely you might.

Let's begin again.

I know I wanted a divorce.

I know I wanted
to get married again, but...

well, after I saw you
the other evening,

well, surely you can't want
to live the rest of your life

in this hole.
Come back to me, and I'll give

you everything you want.
You shall lead your own life,

I swear it.
Hmph!

Yes, I know, I know, I know.
This time I mean it.

I ask only...
only one thing.

I want a son.

Don't look like that.

I want one.
I must have a son.

Well, is it so unnatural
to want a son by one's own wife?

You wrecked our life.

Is it so very unflattering to
you that in spite of everything,

I...

I still want you?

Irene...

oh, for god's sake.

Look, it's not too late.

It's not...
don't!

I'm alone here.

You won't behave again
as you did once before.

I'm not going until you give me
a reasonable answer.

Reason has nothing

to do with it.
You can only have

the truth.
I would rather die.

As bad as that?

That's very pretty.
Sorry.

You wanted an answer.
I can't help the truth,

can I?
- Truth? What do women

know of the truth?
- It's nerves, that's what it is,

nerves.
Yes, they don't lie.

Haven't you discovered that?
- You have got a lover.

I'm sure of it.
Otherwise you wouldn't be

such an idiot.
If you didn't believe what i

told you, you wouldn't be here.

Do you ever think of anyone

but yourself?
- Do you ever think

that I found out my mistake,
my terrible mistake, the very

first night of our marriage?

That I went on trying
for three years?

You know I tried.
Was it for myself?

I don't know what it was for.

I've never understood you.
I never shall.

Look...

what's the matter with me?
- I ask you, what is it?

I'm not lame,
I'm not loathsome.

I'm not a fool, nor a bore.
What is it?

What's the mystery about me?

Eh?

Well, it's not for me

to say.
Your coach knows best.

But if there is a fault,
I'd say you've a tendency

to snatch a bit, jolly.
All rowed fast, but none so fast

as stroke.
Exactly.

Shut up.
I say, I'm sorry

about vaht.

That was a bore.

Well, he wanted to give you
lunch and show you bnc,

so I thought I'd ask him
to dinner then you needn't go.

Why, is that such
a terrible thing?

Oh, I don't like him.
Why not?

Oh, I don't know. He just seems
so awfully showy and bad form.

Well, he's only a second cousin,
isn't he?

What are his people like?
- Well, you better ask holly.

She's met his uncle.
I like val.

But his uncle, not so much.
Yes, I'd be surprised

if you did.
Come and talk to me, dad,

while I'm changing.
Well, what about the young lady?

Well, she'll be all right.
There's some magazines

over there.
All right.

Punch
and the illustrated.

I say, sorry, dad.
Hm?

This can't be for me.
It's re-addressed

from robin hill.
From somebody

called irene.
Oh.

That's my fault,
for having you christened

jolyon.
Honestly, I don't imagine...

no. No. No, son.
It's all right.

You'll have to excuse me.
I must go out

to send a telegram.
Well, you don't have to.

My scout can take it.
No, you go and change.

I'll be back in good time
for dinner.

It's all right.

Well, if you think

i'm going to tell you...
I don't want you to.

But it's dashed rum.

Is it?
- Well, we were just talking

about val's uncle.
Yes?

Well, the letter began...
no "dear mr. Forsyte",

or anything.
It just said, "soames came again

tonight, my 36th birthday."

Oh.

And it ended,
"yours affectionately, irene."

Don't you think that's rum?

Not a bit.
What?

Because I know who she is.
Oh?

You never met her.
Don't you remember,

when grandpapa died?
- Ah, lord yes, now I do.

She was married
to cousin soames, wasn't she?

But they've been separated
for years.

Daddy's her trustee.
I got it all out of june.

Yes.
Well, it's still

a jolly rum letter.
That's all I can say.

That's all you have said.
Now look here.

Hello.

Hello.
Come in.

Oh, I say. You're alone.

Yes. Yes, I am for the moment.
What luck.

My father's out,
and jolly's changing.

Oh.

It's marvelous to see you again.

I say, would you wear this?

Thank you.

Val?
- Mm?

I never said anything
about our ride together.

Oh, rather not.
That's just between us.

How's that filly of yours?
- Very well, thank you.

Do tell me about oxford.

Must be lovely.
Oh, well, it's marvelous

to be able to do what you like.
And I ride quite a lot.

Oh, I'm so glad.
I expect you have to go

to a lot of lectures.
Well, they're rather a bore,

but no one makes you go to them.
There's quite a lot

of decent chaps up here, but...

I wish I were in town so that

i could come down and see you.

I thought robin hill

was a ripping place.
Oh, it is!

But I want to go... everywhere.

See everything.

I wish I were a gypsy.
You're rather like one,

you know.
Am I?

To go mad rabbiting everywhere
and live in the open.

Well, let's do it.

Oh, yes, let'S.
Marvelous!

Just you and I together.

What nonsense.

You can't do that sort of thing
when you're grown up.

Oh, cousins can.
Anyway, I believe in doing

what you want to do.
Next vac begins in june,

you know,
and it goes on for simply ages.

We'll watch our chance.
Well, it wouldn't come off.

Why? Who's going to stop it?
- Not your father

or your brother.
What about your uncle?

Old uncle soames?
- That dried-up old fossil?

Who's going to ask him?

Entrez.

Monsieur forsyte.

Good evening, annette.
Good evening, monsieur.

Won't you sit down?
- Thank you.

I've been dining here.

Oh.
If I'd only known.

But now I am quite sure
you have enough time

for another cup of special
coffee or liqueur perhaps?

Or cognac?

Cognac. Thank you.

Oh, I see you're expecting

another guest. Sorry.
Yes, we are expec...

not for a while yet.
And it is not important,

annette.
There.

Thank you.
I shall order the coffee.

Well... annette.

Well, monsieur.

Well, you have some queer

customers out there.
Riff-raff.

Republicans.
Pro-boers, foreigners.

Yes?

Annette, why do you think
i come here?

Why?

Because the cuisine is good.

Yes, it is.
But you can get just

as good elsewhere, hm?
- Better, perhaps.

Well then, for ambience,
the atmosphere, as you call it?

Hardly.

Yes. As you say, too much
riff-raff and foreigners.

Not your style, monsieur.

Well, there can be
only one reason.

You know it?

Oh, certainly.
You come, like a good son,

to look after your
father's property.

Annette, you know
very well that...

I managed to get away early
from the hospital.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know
there was anyone else here.

Hello, charles.

Monsieur forsyte, may I present
dr. Fryer?

How do you do, sir?

How do you do?

That was a splendid evening,
jolly.

I thoroughly enjoyed
i'm only sorry you're going

tomorrow. Do you have to?
- Oh, I'm afraid so. Business.

Hard luck on holly though.
Hundreds of dashing,

young undergraduates
and she hasn't met one.

Oh, I don't know.
Mr. Jolyon, nice seeing

you again, sir.
Next time you come down, we'll...

you'll show us the treasures
of brasenose college.

We shall enjoy it.
Thank you. Good night.

Goodnight, sir.
Come along, holly.

Goodbye, val.
Good night, holly.

Good luck, jolly.

Thank you.

Haven't finished your port.

Oh.

Well...

let me fill your glass.
Oh, thanks awfully.

Here's to general buller,

and damnation to the boers.

Don't you like the toast?

I'll drink to general buller,
but I won't drink damnation

to anyone.
My dear jolly, isn't

that the least bit priggish?
- I don't think so.

Oh, well.

Thanks for a very decent dinner.

Wait a minute.
Yes?

What were you saying
to my sister?

I beg your pardon?
- My hearing's pretty good.

Well, that's nice.
You were fixing up something.

What was it?
- It's my business.

It's mine too!
She's only a kid.

You leave her alone.
And suppose she doesn't

want me to?
- Now, look here!

Yes, you're about
to do something?

I was about to punch you
on the nose but...

but you remembered
that I'm your guest.

Golly, forsyte.
You are a prig.

Get out!

Thanks.
Come and dine with me sometime.

I'll punch you on the nose
like billy-O.

It's all right, plunket,

I know the way.
Thank you,

I should by now.
Father?

Ah, there you are, little one.
So you got my letter.

Yes, father.
Good.

And thank you for sending the
carriage, but there was no need.

I was coming to see you anyway.
June, what I wanted to say...

I'm furious. Do you remember my
telling you about eric cobbley?

Cobbley?
- Ah, the one-armed sculptor?

No, the painter.
Oh.

Oh, he's a genius, you know,
but terribly hard up

and he has a wife
and two children.

Well, I arranged a one-man show
for him at the barkington.

The manager came

to see his work.
Oh, wonderful work.

And now he's changed his mind.
No, the manager.

That beastly manager.
He had the cheek to say that

from the selling point of view,
it'd be a one-horse show.

If that isn't
commercial cowardice.

Absolutely.
Now, june,

what I wanted to say...
dad, is it true that I simply

can't touch any of my money?
- Fortunately, only the income.

How perfectly foul.

There must be some way.

I want to buy a small gallery.

That seems a modest desire.

But your grandfather foresaw it.

Oh, all this care about money.

It's awful when there's
so much genius in the world

being crushed for want
of a little.

Why shouldn't I do some good
with mine

instead of having it all tied up
for things which

will never happen?
- My darling june, our name

happens to be forsyte
and we live by the principle

that so long as there is
a possibility

of keeping property inside
the family, it must not get out.

Think what I could do.

Make eric cobbley's name
in no time, and lots of others.

Names worth making
make themselves.

When they're dead.

Did you ever know anybody living
who was improved

by having his name made?
- Yes. You.

Ah, now you're up to something.
Darling...

yes, all right. I know.
You buy the gallery,

and I'll pay your rent.
Four hundred a year.

It would be
a splendid investment.

Well, it all seems
a little dubious to me.

An artist buying
his own gallery.

Well, 10,000 pounds
is rather a large lump.

I'm not a commercial character.

No, but you're awfully
businesslike.

And it would be a perfect way
of scoring off

those wretched dealers
and people.

Where is
this desirable gallery?

Just off cork street.
I thought it would be

"just off" somewhere.

All right, I'll think about it.
Not now.

I had an urgent reason
for seeing you, remember?

Oh, I'm sorry.
June, I need your help.

Irene's in trouble.

Ir
soames is after her again,

pestering her to go back to him.
She'll be safer if we can find

her asylum somewhere.
Irene.

Is she coming here?
- I think possibly

she's here already.

I can't bear soames.

I never could.
He sneers at everything

that isn't successful.
She's proud, difficult to help.

We must tread gently.

Mrs. Heron is here, sir.
Yes, thank you, plunket.

I'm late because

i've been trespassing.
I came up through

the coppice and garden.
I always used to.

You can never trespass here,
my dear,

history makes that impossible.
History?

I once told uncle jolyon
that love was forever.

Well, it isn'T.

Only aversion lasts.

There.

I've wanted to do
that for years.

Thank you.

Now...

come and sit down, both of you.

June.
So soames is

worrying you again?
- As I told you in my letter,

he wants me to go back to him.
You won't, of course

no, but his position
is horrible.

That's his own fault.
He should've divorced you years

ago if...
all right, let's hear what irene

is going to do.
I'd better give him fresh excuse

to get rid of me.
No!

Well, what else can I do?
- Without love,

out of the question.
Well, I shall go to soames

and tell him to leave you alone.

What does he want at his age?

A child.
It's not unnatural.

A child.
Something to leave his money to.

Well, if he wants one
badly enough,

let him take somebody
and have one.

Then you can divorce him,
and he can marry her.

Let's try and keep calm
about this, shall we?

Ring the bell for plunket
and we'll all have some tea.

Irene, I'm going to suggest you

come here to us
to live until we see

how things shape.

Of course.

No, I should only bring trouble
on you all.

I shall go to paris.
But if he follows you there,

won't you feel more helpless?
- I don't know. I can but try.

Do you need any money?
- No,

would you like me
to let your flat?

Oh, yes, jo, please.
When shall you be going?

Tomorrow.
And you'll let me

have your address?
- I feel you're a rock.

Built on sand.
But if there is anything

i can do at any time,
you must let me know.

I will.
Meanwhile, if you change

your mind,
there will be a home

for you here.
Oh, yes.

Always.
Thank you.

I'll remember that.

Ohld people
be tortured and kept miserable

and helpless year after year?

Whoever made these
sanctimonious, disgusting laws

ought to be shot.

And of all the undignified
and revolting beasts,

well, soames is the worst.

This is a pleasure, mr. Forsyte.

I could've visited you.
I was pass

if a client sends for me, he
takes what precautions he likes.

If he comes here, we convince
him that we have no leakages.

I may safely say we lead
in security, if nothing else.

Now, sir, what can I do for you?

I've come to you
early like this

because there's not an hour
to lose.

Have you a really
reliable woman free?

Hm, the very woman.

Then send her at once
to watch mrs. Irene heron,

flat d, truro mansions, chelsea,

until further notice.

Precisely.
Divorce, I presume?

I'll put it
into the cipher category.

Under that system, a name
is never mentioned.

We work by numbers.

You keep that, sir.

It's your key.
I retain this duplicate.

Now, the party watched
is number 17.

The watcher, 19.

The mansion's 25.
Yourself,

I mean, of course,
your firm is 31.

Any person we suspect is 47,
and, well, so on.

Now, any special hint

or instruction?

No.

No, that is everything
compatible with the...?

Of course.

And... expense?

Within reason.

Now, keep it entirely
in your own hands.

Entirely.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

Send in mrs. Blanch.

Ah, mrs. Blanch.

This party is to be watched.

Every possible precaution, even
more than usual, is to be taken.

You look very nice, val.

Oh...
just pull your coat collar up

a little more at the back.
If they bully you...

they won'T.
I shall be very cool.

It's the only way.
And I shan't have to give

evidence or anything, shall I?
- No, dear.

It's all arranged.
There

it's happerly brown,
so we should be on first.

This way.
Uncle, you're not going to let

those beastly papers in,
are you?

I understand you want to play
polo at oxford.

Rather
that's a

very expensive business.
You're grandfather won't foot

the bill unless he's sure
there's no other drain on him.

Come along.

Winifred.

Val.

You don't have
to take your furs off.

Fuggy sort of place.

Remember,
you must seem genuinely anxious

to get him back.

Dartie versus dartie.

There was a crisis early

in october, and the respondent

wrote my client this letter

from his club.
I propose to read it

with the emendations necessary
to the epistle of a gentleman

who has been,
shall we say dining, me lud.

Old brute.
You're not paid to make jokes.

"I'm leaving the country
tomorrow.

"I'm tired of being insulted
by you.

"You brought it on yourself.

"No self-respecting man
can stand it.

"I took the photograph
of imogen, give her my love.

"Goodb
"I shall not ask you

for anything again.
"I don't care what your family

say, it's all their doing.
I'm going to live a new life.

"I'm tired of being insulted

by you."
My client will tell your ludship

that these so-called insults
consisted in her calling him

"the limit."
A very mild expr

i venture to suggest
in all the circumstances.

Next day, my lud, the respondent

left by the steamship tuscarora

for buenos aires.

Since when we have nothing
from him but a cabled refusal

in answer to the letter which my

client wrote in great distress,

begging him to return to her.

With your ludship's permission
i shall now put mrs. Dartie

in the box.
Mrs. Dartie.

Say after me:

I swear that the evidence
i shall give,

I swear that the evidence i
shall give,

shall be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth
shall be the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth

so help me god.
So help me god.

You are the wife
of montague dartie,

of 64 green street, london?

Yes.
Now, mrs. Dartie

i should like to ask you,
why did your husband

really leave you?
- Not because you called him

"the limit", you know.
No, my lord, but it had gone on

a long time.
What had gone on?

Our differences about money.
But you supplied the money.

Do you suggest he left you
to better his position?

No, my lord, but you see,

I had refused to give him
any more money.

It took him a long time
to believe that,

but he did at last.
And when he did...

I see.
You refused, but you have sent

him some since?
- My lord, I wanted him back.

And did you think
that would bring him?

Well?

I don't know, my lord.
I acted on my father's advice.

One more question, mrs. Dartie.

Are you still fond
of your husband?

Yes, my lord.

Thank you, mrs. Dartie.
That is all.

Thank you, my lord.
I want it sent at once.

Immediately, you understand?

To mr. Forsyte.

Send it by hand. Ready?
- Number 19's latest report

to hand.
Number 17 left number 25 three

days ago for victoria station

and took the boat-train

for paris.
She was alone.

Nineteen, according to
instructions, followed,

and will communicate further.

I judged that you would
authorize this expenditure

in view of the importance
of the matter.

Here they are.
Warmson, I'll let you know when

we're ready for luncheon.

Thank you, madam.

Now, don't worry, dear.
You'll know in a minute.

It's a new-fangled way
of doing things.

I'll just go and meet them.

I don't know.
I can't tell how

it's all going to end.

Father, how are you?

We got the decree
of restitution.

Who was the judge?

Happerly browne.
A pretty shrewd chap.

Now, look here, soames,
when the divorce comes up,

suppose happerly browne
is the judge again.

Quite possible.
Well, won't it smell fishy?

Suppose it comes out
that we knew of misconduct

from the start?
- He'll forget.

Good morning to you,
mr. Forsyte.

Why, sir, he'll try 100 cases
between then and now.

Besides, he's bound to give us
a divorce for precedence,

according to the evidence,
if it's satisfactory.

We won't let him know
that mrs. Dartie had knowledge

of the facts.
Dreamer does these things

very well.
He has a fatherly touch

about him.
Well, so long as dartie doesn't

obey the order of the court.
We don't want him

turning up again.
I must congratulate you,

mrs. Dartie.
You have a natural gift

for giving evidence.

Where's val, dear?

We were expecting him.
He sent his apologies, mama.

He has an important appointment.
Appointment?

What appointment?
- How should I know?

- But...
- But he'll come

to dinner very soon.
Good, dear.

Your father does so like
to see him.

I do hope
won't come on till

after the summer vacation.
I'd like the season

to be over too.
Don't fret. There have to be

an interval of six months.
After that, the sooner

the better.
Mr. Soames, sir.

This was sent round
from your office.

They said it was marked
private and urgent.

Thank you.

I expect you'll have

a lot of extra expenses.
Dear papa, thank you.

That's a new hat you've got on.

Look... tell val
i want to see him.

Paris?

What the devil?

Jo!

What news, poor exile?

Today only good news.

You have some to see me.
Today? Why? Has soames...

no. Nothing.
Ah, that's a comfort.

Well, I've let your flat.

And like a good steward,
I bring you money.

You're very kind.
I hope you didn't come over

especially for that.
No, no, no. As a matter of fact,

I come here quite often,
especially in the winter.

I know, the roasting chestnuts
and the wood smoke.

Yes, but there's
a more important reason.

Is anything more important?
- No forsytes.

Of course.
Touring forsytes.

In summer,
paris is full of them.

They annoy me.
They always look as if they want

to be somewhere else
as soon as possible.

They gobble up the opera,
the louvre, notre dame,

yes, damn it,
even the moulin rouge.

And they looked shocked,
as if to say,

"now show us something
we can really disapprove of."

You're desperate hard on them.
No more than they deserve.

But in three whole days, irene,
I haven't seen a single forsyte.

It's a refreshment for my soul.

Three whole days
before calling on me?

Well, I meant to call the day
i arrived...

but you didn'T.

I wanted to, but...
in england, we find it

a little difficult to do
the natural thing.

I wanted to see you, very badly
as a matter of fact

but it took me three whole days
to admit to anything so natural.

And

well, now I'm a naturalized
frenchman again.

May I take you out
to luncheon?

Enchant�, monsieur.
Good.

I know just the place.
Thank you, jo.

I'll go and get ready.

Is all well at robin hill?
- Holly?

Holly. Well, she's growing up.

There's a certain look
in her eye.

I think I know what it is,
but I daren't mention it.

No? Why not? I should think you
could say anything.

To my children,
about their emotions?

Tell them not to have any
because I don't approve?

When I've never been able
to manage my own?

You're the dearest man.

Jolly, you startled me.

Oh?
- Have you any reason

to be startled?
- Why do you ask?

Because I've been riding
in the park.

I saw you
and that fellow dartie.

Well...

do you know that we
had a row last term?

Who won?
- Oh, don't be an idiot!

Nobody won.
It wasn't that kind of row.

What was it about?
- Never you mind.

But I do mind. I mind very much.
So you'd better tell me.

Was it about me?

Well... well, yes.

I told him to leave you alone.

That was impertinent of you,
and very poor tactics.

Now look here...
for goodness sake, jolly!

You know very well you shouldn't
see him alone

without telling anyone.
Well, who ought I to tell?

You?
- Dad isn't here.

Why shouldn't I ride with him?
- Because he's not to be trusted.

I think he's a bounder
and a rotter.

It's your own fault
for not liking him.

Will you stop going out
with him?

No.

We'll see about that.

He isn't a rotter. He's not.
He's not.

And here is niobe.

She's kept me company during
many lonely hours.

She's a pretty thing.

Not my idea
of a cheerful companion.

No?
- Well, now I don't need her.

Not cold?

Not a bit.

You were telling me

about june's mother.
Poor frances. Yes.

But I should of thought
as a forsyte wife,

you'd have been spared
no details of that business.

I wasn'T.
Shall I tell you

what I did hear?
- After so long?

Is it so important?
- It is to me because...

because, well, even then i
suspected that what I was shown

was only one side
of the coin.

You were a monster.

Oh, was I?
- Oh, yes.

And frances, an angel.

A young unsophisticated girl
from leicestershire

from a very good family,
they said.

Yes, her mother
was an honorable.

For all I know, she still is.
She'll only be about 70,

and still riding to hounds,
I shouldn't wonder.

But you were cruel to frances.

Was I?
- Yes.

You behaved disgracefully
with june's governess.

Quite a common girl,
they said.

Foreign... german.

She was austrian.
And quite uncommon.

And frances?

Tell me about her.

I will tell you.
Although why, I don't know,

I have never told anyone.
That's a good reason.

Frances should never
have married, least of all, me.

Why?

Because to her, the act of love
was an obscenity.

I see.

Do you understand then?
- Yes.

I know that it can be
for a woman.

As I know it can be
her greatest joy.

And helene?

We were deeply in love.

If only...
ye

if only she could've believed
that I was happy with her,

that I wanted nothing else
but our life together.

Do you still mourn for her?

No.

No, not anymore.
Remember telling me once

that love doesn't last?

Well, grief goes too.

Yes.

Even she, I suppose,

stopped weeping in the end.

I was awfully worried

about you today.
Why didn't you turn up?

What happened?
- Well, nothing, except...

val, jolly knows
about our riding together.

Well, what about it?

Is he in?
- No, but I expect

he will be soon.
Then...

holly, there's something

i have to tell you.

It's about my father.

He's not...
I mean, they're trying

to divorce him.
Mother took him to court,

and the judge ordered him
to come back.

Were you there?
- Mm.

Was it horrid?
- Pretty bad.

Of course, nothing's
come out yet, but it will soon.

Divorce suits are beastly.
I wanted to tell you because,

well, because I love you, holly,
and I want you to marry me.

And if you don't love me,
I don'T...

val.

My god. Who was that?

Jolly.
Well, I don't care.

Now we're engaged.

I beg your pardon.

I wasn't spying.
Well, anyway it's none

of your business.
Oh, yes, it is.

Holly, you'd better go.
No!

Holly and I are engaged.
This is our house,

and I won't insult you in it.
But my father's away,

and I'm in charge of my sister.
You've taken advantage of me.

I didn't mean to.
Oh, I think you did,

or you would have waited
for my father to come back.

There were reasons.
What reasons?

Family reasons.
I've just told her.

You're only kids.
We're not.

Yes, you are.
You're not 20.

And what are you?
- I am 20.

Only just.
Anyway, I'm as good a man

as you.
We'll see about that.

I dare you to do
what I'm going to do.

Dare me?
- Dare you.

And I know very well you won'T.
I haven't forgotten

you are a fire-eater.
"Damnation to the boers"

and all that.
But I think that's about all

you are.
What?

I'm going to join
the imperial yeomanry

and I dare you to do the same,
mr. Val dartie.

Take your time.

Sit down. Think it over.

All right. Done.

Tomorrow then?
- We'll meet at the main

recruiting office at 12:00.
I shall be there.

Well, at least there will be

lots of riding and shooting,
anyway.

Val.

Mm, marveilleux! Superbe!

Merci.

Really, jo,
the most wonderful food.

Whoever invented crpe suzette

was a genius, don't you think?
- Ranking with beethoven

and michelangelo?
- No, no.

Nothing's as solid as that.
Mozart, yes, and fragonard.

There, now you will think of me
as a greedy gourmand,

but I don't care.

Where else except in paris could
we eat so well?

For that matter,
where else could we be so free?

To talk and stroll

and make our little expeditions:

Versailles. Fontainebleau.
The galleries.

Yes, paris agrees with you.

You suit each other.

You've been happy here?
- Since you came, yes.

But not before?

When I was a girl at the
conservatoire, it was thrilling.

But then soames brought me here
after our wedding.

And for many years, I couldn't
think of paris without

a kind of horror.

Yet you came back.

I thought, "how stupid!"

I was determined to...

to lay the ghost?

And is it laid?

Well and truly.
Thanks so much to you,

my dear jo.

I wish I could take the credit.

These past few weeks have been
so wonderful for me.

Our companionship. Your relish

for beauty. And you, irene.

You, yourself,

how you have illuminated for me
the smallest pleasures.

Wonderful weeks.

Weeks I shall never forget.
Forget?

Is it over?

"Have joined imperial yeomanry.

Jolly."

You must go home at once.

Tomorrow.

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