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Love is an emotion that most forsytes

disapprove of, unless they happen

to fall in love. Even then, if they can,

they get over it pretty quickly,

not being able to reconcile with their principles

the extravagance involved.

But these two young forsytes had got it badly,

as they say nowadays,

and having got it, it was their property.

Woe betide anyone

who tried to deprive them of it.

Well, mr. Forsyte,

what you going to do with this small lot?

Oh, profond, you told me you

collect paintings. Well, I've bought a few, myself.

What do you think of these two?

The real one, I like.

This one, charming, but not good, I think.

Now this one

is rather fine, I think.

Do you want to sell it?

Huh? - Yes.

What do you want for it, mr. Forsyte?

What I gave for it.

All right. I'll be glad to take

that small picture.

Not that I care much

for pictures. How much, please?

Five hundred pounds.

What do you care for?

Oh, I don't know. We human beings,

we're like a lot of monkeys,

scrambling after empty nuts,

but I don't worry.

We're born and we die. Half the world's

starving. I feed a small lot

of babies out in my mother's

country, but what's the use?

Might as well throw my money in the river.

Well, what's the point?

Why spend your money on pictures?

I don't want you to have it

if you don't care for it.

Oh, that's all right, mr. Forsyte.

I'll be happy to have that picture.

The english are awful funny

about pictures, hm? - So are my people.

They're all awful funny.

I don't understand you. It's like hats,

small or large, turning up or down,

just the fashion.

Awful funny. Ah, you're a cynic.

I hope so. Aren't you?

That's a fashion too. I don't believe in it.

Soames, mr. Mont is here to see you.

Who? - Ah, yes, come in.

Hello, sir. Hello.

And may I introduce monsieur profond?

How do you do? - Prosper,

would you care for a walk before tea?

Very much. So long as it's

a small walk.

Excuse me.

Well, sir.

Some pictures.

I say...

hm? - Isn't that your...

my daughter? - Yes.

No, it's a copy of a goya

from the prado in madrid,

called la vendimia, but I'm told

there's a resemblance. It's very like her.

Is she here, sir? - She'll be in

after tea. Shall we look

at the rest of the pictures?

This is a maris, james maris.

Yes, I know. Didn't he just

paint and paper them? - Of course, matthew

was the real swell. You could really

dig into his surfaces.

Ah, here's

old whistler. They say his stuff

won't last, you know. Commercially?

Oh, lord, no. Organically.

Well, he painted on black, you see,

and sooner or later, it'll all come through.

I should sell him off, sir,

quick. What are you, mr. Mont,

if I may ask. A painter?

No, I was going to be, but the war

put a stop to that. Then, in the trenches,

I used to dream of the stock exchange,

snug and warm, and just noisy enough,

but shares have gone phut, haven't they? Napoo.

What do you

recommend, sir? - Got any money?

Well, I've got a father.

I kept him alive during the war,

so he's bound to keep me now.

He's a baronet, with land.

The combination adds up to a fatal disease.

I keep telling him he ought to die of it, but he won'T.

Then there's the question,

should he be allowed to hang on

to his property? - Should I,

when I inherit? - What do you think, sir?

This is a mauve.

So it is. Good old haystacks.

So there we were,

all square coming to the 18th,

mackenzie hit a screamer down the middle.

Mackenzie? - The chap I was

playing, the pro. The scot.

All professionals are scot, I believe.

Not at all, mama. Ever hear of vardon?

Still ve and there's an american chap,

what's-his-name? - Hagen?

Yes, that's it. However, as i

was saying, mackenzie's

on the fairway, 200 yards

from the green. I'm off to the left,

hooked my drive, you see.

Thickish rough, but not a bad lie,

so I took my baffy...

you took your what, dear?

Baffy. It's a kind of spoon.

Oh, spoon... risky, but it came off.

Bang. The ball's on the green, 10 feet from the pin.

Games, mrs. Cardigan. Your husband talks a lot about them.

He talks of

nothing else, and when he's not

talking about them, he's playing them.

But imogen, why? - To keep fit,

of course. Jack's probably

the fittest man in england.

Dear me. Are you fit, prosper?

When, wham! I rammed home

the putt fora birdie, and that was that.

Aw, so you lost after all...

no, damn it, mama, I won.

I beat the pro. Oh, well done, dear.

Yes. Hooray. Thanks.

Look here, who's for a set of tennis after tea?

What about you, profond? - Do you good,

you know. Keep you fit.

What's the use of keeping fit? - A good question.

What do you keep fit for? - Yes, jack.

What do you keep fit for? - Well, I mean to say...

don't let them... ah, mr. Mont.

Come in and meet our family. This is my sister-in-law,

mrs. Dartie. Did I hear a car just draw up?

Yes. Sims asked me to tell you, sir.

Miss fleur is walking up from the station.

Walking, but it'S... very well, go.

I say, miss forsyte.

Who are you? - Michael mont.

Oh, it's all right. I've been having tea

with your people. I hope you enjoyed it.

Goodbye. No, wait.

I can'T. I'm late now. But you must...

well, why do you think i came here today?

You were hungry and thirsty?

Oh, splendid. A girl with wit.

Your father invited me to see his pictures.

My father did? - He must be losing his grip.

But much as i like pictures,

I really only came to see you.

So you've seen me, and now may I go in?

But if you do, I shan't see you again today.

Mr. Mont, I'm late, I'm tired

and enough is enough. For you, perhaps.

All right, but I shall

be back soon. Thanks for the warning.

So long, F.F. So long, M.M.

Tomorrow, annette. I shall stroll in the garden,

and think of tomorrow.

You've come back

at last. Is that all

from a bad parent? - Why did you stay

away so long, making me anxious

about you? - Darling, it was

very harmless. How do you know

what's harmless and what isn't?

Well, then, suppose you tell me,

and be quite frank about it.

You're my only comfort, and yet you

go on like this. Like what?

You know what i told you.

I don't choose to have anything to do

with that branch of the family.

Yes, but I don't see why I shouldn'T.

I'm not going to give you any reasons.

You know my wishes, and yet you

stayed on for four days

because of that boy.

I suppose he came back

with you today. I don't want to

know anything. I'm not going to pry,

but fleur, you ought to trust me.

Look, supposing...

suppose I promise not to see him

for, say, the next six weeks?

Six weeks. Six years. 60 years.

Now, don't delude yourself, fleur.

Don't delude yourself! Daddy, what is it?

What is it?

Don't tell me

there's anything other than just caprice between you.

I couldn't bear it. Good heavens, no.

Caprice, of course. But I like my caprices,

and I don't like yours.

Caprices.

Ah, what a small fuss, as monsieur profond

would say. Father, I don't

like that man. Why not?

No reason. Caprice, perhaps.

No, you're

quite right. It's not caprice.

I don't like him, either.

I shan't let him have my gauguin.

What winifred and imogen

see in him, I don't know.

Or mother. Your mother's got...

fleur, you changed the subject.

I meant to.

I don't like to see you

upsetting yourself over nothing.

I mean it, it's nothing.

Now, I'll stick to my promise,

so cheer up.

Well, goodbye, dad.

Goodbye, jon. Take care of your mother.

Enjoy yourself. Goodbye, son.

Goodbye, deare now don't forget to ask june

down if you're lonely. Oh, june,

with you not here, she'll look upon me

as one of her lame ducks. She'll be down.

My darling...

take care.

Goodbye.

This is kingston 49.

Will you get me richmond 87, please?

Yes, eight-seven.

Thank you.

Hello?

Dr. Dewar.

Forsyte here.

How are you? - Yes, it's a long time

since we've had a game of chess together. Yes.

What about coming over tonight, have a spot of dinner, hm?

Good, splendid.

Oh, about 7:00. Yes.

Now, bring your bag of tricks with you,

will you, doc? - Oh, no, nothing serious,

just a short attack this morning before breakfast,

but you did tell me to let you know.

Oh, no. No, they've gone.

Of course they've gone. No, they're not to be told.

Yes. All right.

Oh, that's fine. See you tonight, then.

Bye, doc.

Just in case.

Now, father, give me your hat,

and I'll ring for tea. You must tell me

exactly what that old idiot sir humphrey said to you.

Exactly the same as dr. Dewar,

but in slightly more pompous language.

You see, now if only you'd listen to me,

and go to pondridge. Pondridge?

I told you, the faith healer. Fine person.

No, thank you, june. For my age,

I'm a perfectly healthy man. Only one thing

wrong with me, and that's

a weak heart, and no amount of faith

will ever heal that, my dear. Such prejudice.

That's just what's keeping pondridge back.

He can't make two ends meet, but if only people...

ah, now I understand. You're trying to kill

two birds with one stone. Cure, you mean.

Somehow I wish I'd never mentioned my ailment.

You didn'T. I got it out of you.

No wine with your dinner.

No port, no cigar. A little rest

after luncheon. Father, dear,

I'm not a fool. That you are not.

Does irene know? - No.

And she's not to be told. I wonder if that's wise.

Ah, trudi.

Tea, please, and bring some lemon

for mr. Forsyte.

Thank you, trudi. Thank you very much.

Great heavens above.

What was that? - Trudi?

An austrian refugee. What happened to

the belgian refugees? - I got them

a better place. More money

than I could afford. But trudi...

june. Yes, father?

I don't like asking people to do things,

but I want to make this quite clear.

You are not to mention this matter of my illness.

Not to irene, not to anyone.

Very well,

but I think people should face up to things.

Anyway, how do you imagine you'll keep it dark,

if you're going to change all your habits?

Ah, now, there I thought you might help me.

I? How? - Among your more

modern friends, isn't there some prophet

of the simple life, hm? - One of these non-smoking,

non-drinking, non-anything consumers of lime jue,

who do nothi all d but contemplate their navels?

Yes, as a matter of fact. Ram hummergee.

But how did you know about him?

Well, there had to be.

From now on, I'm his disciple. I want you to spread it

around... discreetly, of course,

that I'm a total convert to mr...

what did you say his name was? - Hummergee.

Mr. Hummergee's gospel of nothingness.

Agreed?

It won't work. Irene's far too perceptive.

Yes.

Yes, my dear june. I'm afraid

you're right.

What's all this about jon

and soames' girl?

Who told you that?

I met winifred. She knows all about

that unfortunate meeting at wansdon.

And don't forget, I saw that little monkey

drop her handkerchief on purpose.

Are you going to tell jon?

Tell him what, june? - About irene and soames,

of course. We decided not to.

Oh, you mean irene did.

Isn't that why she's taken him off to spain?

Well, I think he ought to be told.

He's old enough to know the facts

and make up his own mind. Anyway, he'll

find out someday. Yes, I'm afraid

he will. If it were left to you,

you'd tell him. I might.

Then why don't you? - I won't go against

irene's instinct. Oh, that's very feeble of you.

Yes, perhaps, but forgive me,

my dear june. It really

is none of your business. Certainly, it is.

He's my half-brother, isn't he?

I'll go and take my hat off.

Help yourself to tea

when it comes.

Hello.

How do you do? - I'm a cousin of your father'S.

Yes. I saw you in that art gallery.

Is your father in? - He won't be very long,

if you'd like to wait. Your name is fleur,

isn't it? - Yes.

What do you think of jon?

He's quite a nice boy.

Not a bit like holly or me, is he?

Not a bit.

I do wish you'd tell me why our families don't get on.

You know,

the surest way to make people find out the worst

is to keep them ignorant. I quite agree.

My father said it was a quarrel

over property. I don't believe it,

of course. They wouldn't have been

so bourgeois. My grandfather was

a very generous man, and so is my father.

Neither of them was in the least

bit bourgeois. No, thank you.

What was it, then? - Why do you

want to know? - Only because

they won't tell me. Well, it was

about property, but there's more

than one kind. That makes it worse.

Now you really must tell me. Is there anything

between you and jon?

Because if there is,

I think you'd better drop it.

If there were, that isn't the way to make me.

I like you, fleur.

I don't like your father.

I never have. We may as well be frank.

Is that what you came to tell him?

No. I came down to see you.

How charming of you.

I'm a lot older than you, but I do sympathize.

It's horrid not to have your own way.

I really think you might tell me.

It's not my secret,

but I'll see what I can do,

because I think both you and jon

ought to be told.

Look... next time

you're in london, come and see me.

That's where I live. I generally have

young peop in the evenings,

but I shouldn't tell your father you're coming.

Now I'll say goodbye.

Goodbye.

You'll be late

for dinner if you don't hurry

and change. It won't take me a tick.

I was out with micha oh, not on that

confounded motorcycle. No, dear.

That's for flappers. Didn't I hear the telephone?

Yes, it was mother. She's stopping in town

until tomorrow. She is, is she?

Dining and going to the theater

with imogen, she said.

Father, who do you think came to see you today

whilst you were out?

Guess. I never guess.

Your cousin, june forsyte.

What did she want? - I don't know,

but it was rather breaking through

the family feud, wasn't it?

Feud? What feud? - The one that exists

in your imagination. I suppose she wanted

me to buy a picture.

Or perhaps it was

just family affection. She's only a first cousin,

once removed. And the daughter

of your enemy. Why do you say

a thing like that? - Sorry,

I thought he was. Enemy...

ancient history. As you say.

I can't think what makes you say things like that.

Cousin june.

What? - Well, if you know

all about it, why plague

oh, darling, I don't want to plague you.

As you say, it's ancient history,

and who cares? - I must get

a handkerchief. I'll fetch you one.

No, father, no.

I disagree entirely. You've forgotten

what it's like to be young,

and you don't understand the new age.

Well, that may be, but... why should it

matter so terribly if jon learns the truth

about his mother? - Who pays any attention

to that sort of thing nowadays?

The marriage laws are just as they were

20 years a but we've moved on,

far beyond them. Who cares now whether irene

broke those laws? - Well, you're missing the point

entirely. This is a matter

of human feeling. Exactly.

Oh! The human feelings

of those two youngsters. My dear girl,

you're talking utter nonsense.

No, I'm not. If they're

really in love, they'll be happy.

She won't care about what happened years ago,

so let the dead past bury its dead.

Some things can never be buried.

I could understand it if fleur had been

philip bosinney's daughter.

Now, that, you might resent.

Irene loved him, but she never

loved soames. Well, that just shows

how little you understand. Jon, if I know him,

wouldn't mind a love past.

I never have.

But the brutality of a union without love...

june, this girl's father

once owned jon's mother. Owned her, just as surely

as if she'd been a negro slave.

You can't lay that ghost,

so don't try to. You're asking us

to see our son married to the flesh and blood of a man

who once possessed irene against her will,

who raped her pitilessly

when she resisted. Father, I...

no, I will not mince words. I want it clear,

once and for all.

Oh, now I've gone and got myself

all worked up. Father, I'm sorry.

It's all right, little one.

It's my fault. A glass of water,

please. Of course.

Two weeks...

two weeks before she's back.

So, as I say, sir,

it's only our boat club ball at maidenhead,

but we do ourselves pretty well.

We have a band down from london, that sort of thing.

I think fleur will enjoy i

it's good of you to let me take her, sir.

Not at all. Are you sure you

won't join us, sir? - No, thank you.

Yes, what is it, coaker? - Miss fleur asked me to say

she'll be down in a minute, sir, and these letters came by

in the afternoon post. I don't think you've seen them.

I'm glad to have five minutes

alone with you, sir.

The fact is, sir,

I want to talk about fleur.

Oh? - I'm so fearfully

gone on her, sir. I thought you'd

better know. That's very good of you.

It's a bit old-fashioned, of course,

going to fathers first,

but, well, I've seen my own governor.

What did sir lawrence say?

Frankly, sir, he astonished me.

Matter of fact, he rather cottons

to the idea. He rather cottons?

Yes. Do you, sir?

When you've been through the war,

you can't help being in a hurry.

To get married and then get unmarried

afterwards? - Not from fleur.

Imagine, sir, if you were me.

Fleur's too young.

No, sir. We're all

awfully old nowadays. You may think you are.

My advice to you is to go away and forget about it.

Oh, lord, no, sir.

I can't do that. If I don't keep hanging around,

I haven't got a dog's chance,

and to show you i mean business,

I've got a job. Well, glad to hear it.

Yes, I've joined a publisher.

My governor's putting up the stakes.

Let me say this to you.

I don't dislike you. Good, I hope.

But fleur means everything to me.

Well, I know that, sir,

but so she does to me.

Yes, I dare say. It will rest with her

in the end, I know that.

Then I hope it will rest with her for a very long time.

You aren't

very cheering, sir. No.

No, my experience of life has not made

me anxious to couple people

in a hurry.

I'm glad you told me.

I shall say nothing to fleur.

Hello, M.M. Haven't I been quick?

Oh, don't wait up, father. Probably be fearfully late.

Don't wear yourself out. How are you going?

Michael's father lent us the car.

Don't drive too fast. Never do, sir.

Cautious cuthbert, they call me.

Come on, michael. Don't make those horrible jokes.

Nerves, pure nerves. Good night, sir.

"Cautious cuthbert."

They've gone?

Fleur came to say good night.

Somehow, this evening,

I couldn't be bothered with michael.

A nice boy, but how he chatters.

I've had this. Obviously written by someone

with a spite against foreigners.

It's anonymous.

Well?

Dirty. Yes, I agree,

degrading, but is it true?

What if it is?

You admit it?! I admit nothing.

It's foolish of you to ask,

and dangerous.

Do you remember

what you were when I married you?

Do you remember that I was not half your age?

I'm not going to argue with you. I demand that you stop

this liaison at once. I think of the matter

entirely as it affects fleur.

Oh, yes, naturally. Will you do

as I say? - I refuse to tell you.

Then I shall have to...

I must make you. No, soames.

You're helpless. So don't do things

you may regret.

There shall be no more letters,

I promise you. That is enough.

You know, when two people

live like we do, it is better for them

to be quiet about each other. Now, you are old,

but I am not, not yet.

You don't want people to laugh at you, do you?

You see? - You have made

me practical. You are... a bad woman.

I think not.

Oh, living with you has not improved me, I admit,

but I am not a bad woman,

only sensible,

as you will be when you think

about it. I shall see this man

and warn him off. Soames, you make me laugh.

You have as much of me as you want,

which is very little, and you want the rest of me

to be dead. Well, I'm not going to be dead

at my age. Now, myself, I shall make

no scandal, and I advise you

to be quiet also. Now, that is all

i have to say to you.

Now I observe

that you do want me a little. Yes?

Well then, I suggest you come back in 10 minutes.

Ah, there you are,

my love. Feel fresher now?

Thank you, darling a lovely bath

after a dusty journey. Come and sit down.

I'll ring for some tea.

Jo... you look tired

and thinner. Have you not

been well? - Oh, certainly,

I've been well. If I'm thinner,

I could do with it, and as for

being tired, well... I've grown weary

waiting for you. Now tell me,

how did it go? - Oh, I loved spain,

and jon was very sweet to me.

He liked everything he saw and he learned a lot, I think.

Good. Also, he fell in love...

what? - With a goya picture

in the prado at madrid. It's called

la vendimia. Jon bought a colored

postcard of it and carried it

everywhere. Yes, I remember it.

I saw it when I was there in '92.

I always hoped jon would take to goya,

but why that particular one? - I can only guess,

but the girl in it has a distinct resemblance

to fleur forsyte.

He'd take it out, you know, and look at it

when he thought

i wouldn't notice. It was strange, darling.

Six weeks away together, and we talked

of everything under the sun, except...

except what was uppermost

in both your minds. So the cure

was a failure. I don't know,

but I fear so. By the way,

where is he? - Hello?

Hello, fleur? - Is that you, fleur?

Yes, jon, here I am. Are you speaking from home?

No, the post office. Clever, jon, but I'm at home,

so we must be quick. All right, but...

do you love me? - I'll tell you tomorrow.

Tomorrow? - Can you make

some excuse to go to london?

I'll meet you there. I'll manage it somehow.

Where, the talisman club? - Yes, stratton street, 2:00.

Goodbye, jon. Goodbye.

Oh, jon.

Thank you. Oh, yes, thank you.

Golly, the female

athenaeum. Do you really

belong here? - Convenient, isn't it?

I asked you on the telephone.

I know. Indiscreet.

Oh, I don't care. Has anybody cut in?

Well, there is this young idiot,

but he doesn't count.

Well then, fleur...

yes, jon, I do. Very much.

Oh, jon,

don't look at me like that. Not here.

Now, listen, I've found something out.

What, about the feud? - Yes. I believe my father

wanted to marry your mother, and your father got her instead.

And, well, if my father was in love with her,

that would make him pretty mad, don't you think?

Not if she loved my father best.

But suppose they were engaged?

If we were engaged,

and you found you loved someone better,

I might go crackers, but I shouldn't bear a grudge.

Oh, I should, jon. You must never do that to me.

Oh, how could I? - Excuse me.

Thank you.

Isn't there anywhere in this blasted town

where we can be alone? - No, but I've

had an idea. I'm staying the night

with aunt winifred. Are you going to robin hill?

Yes. Well, suppose

we take the train together. You could show me the house.

I shouldn't come up, of course. That would be splendid.

We'll walk as far as the copse. I'll be back

in time for dinner. I'd love to see

where you live, jon. Come on, then.

Sorry.

Milking time.

The farmyard's up there,

beyond the copse. Farmer jon.

Could I see it? - I didn't know you were

interested in cows. Well, you are, aren't you?

Yes. Well, then I am.

Where's the house? - Up there.

If we go through the co

we can see the gardens and the house beyond.

Well, then let's go that way. The cows can wait.

I want to know

everything there is to know about you.

Well, jon?

And fleur, isn't it?

Yes. How do you do?

It was nice of jon to bring you down

to see us. We weren't coming

to the house. I just wanted fleur

to see where I live. Of course, dear.

Won't you come up and have some tea?

Oh, thanks awfully, but I have to

get back to london. Jon and i

met by accident. I'd heard about robin hill,

so I made him bring me down. I'm glad you did.

Now do come. We'll send you

back to the station directly after tea.

My husband will enjoy meeting you.

Jon tells me

you've been in spain. Did you enjoy it?

Very much. Such a dramatic

country, but the people,

some of them, dreadfully poor,

and nobody seems to care.

Yes, well, at least they've got the sunshine.

Well, as i

was saying, june persuaded me

to buy this gallery. Genius flourishes

there, she says, and some day,

it must pay its way. When all the geese

are recognized as swans. I'm afraid I'm one

of the back numbers. I can't appreciate

the new stuff. Surely you can

if it's good. But what is good?

You and jon must tell us. Well, it's supposed

to be satirical, isn't it?

Oh, but it must be more than that.

What do you think, jon?

I don't know at all.

No, you're right, irene.

It's more than satire. These young people

are tired of us, our gods and our ideals.

Smash down our idols.

Off with our heads. Let's get back to nothing.

Jon writes poetry, did you know? - No? No doubt you'll join

him and the others in stamping on

what's left of us. Property. Beauty. Sentiment.

All smoke.

One mustn't own anything nowadays,

not even one's feelings.

They stand in the way of good old nothing.

It isn't true. I don't want to stamp on anything.

No? - Well, what is true, jon?

Well, I think we only want to live,

and we don't know how because of the pt.

Ah, the past. Old ownerships. Old passions

and their aftermath.

Yes.

I'm sounding like a garrulous old man.

Give me a cigarette, jon.

I'll puff smoke with the best of you.

Well, I think i ought to be going.

It's been awfully jolly to meet you both.

It was good of you to come, and very thoughtful of jon

to bring you. Yes, well, jon,

see fleur to the car.

Goodbye.

My regards to your aunt winifred.

Yes, thank you. You know, it's awfully silly...

I don't know what to call you. Would cousin jolyon do?

Yes, I should think it might.

Goodbye.

Darling, that

wasn't like you. I know, I know.

Intolerance. I was angry on your behalf.

He shouldn't have brought her here

witht lettg you knh. Sheht h hi. Ohre thakely.

What do you think of her?

She's everything jon said of her.

Quick. Clever. Attractive.

I agree. And other things

he doesn't dream of. Selfish. Callating

deteined.

Possessive, like her father

before her. She'll get him

if she can. Jo... oh, darling,

at we to do?

What we

should have done three months ago.

No... sooner or later,

we must tell him.

Heoes ba to o lly's

satury. Y. Wait tl thne time

he ces home, and then, jo...

if you still feel that he must be told, we'll tellm

together.

Oh, there you are,

fleur. Prosper was just

asking after you. At w kind of him.

I'm awful pleased to see you again, miss forsyte.

Hell amuse him for me,

there's a love. Imogen's youngest has the mumps.

I must go and ring her up. "Ring her up."

Extraordinary expression. Aunt ann

wouldn't have approved at all. Help yourself to sherry,

darlings.

I didn't get that small picture

i bought from your father. Oh?

Is he well? - I was saying today

i want to see him have some pleasure.

He worries. You think so?

Shall I tell you what would give him pleasure?

Is there something i can do for you?

Yes.

Pass by on the other side. You dislike me.

Do I? - I think so. Why?

Because you make me feel life isn't worth living.

Don't worry, miss forsyte.

Things don't last. Th me, they do,

especially likes and dislikes.

That makes me a small bit unhappy.

You surprise me.

Oh, yes.

I do not like to annoy people.

I'm going on my yacht.

Oh? - Where?

Small voyage to the south seas or somewhere.

So... not to worry.

When are you leaving?

Three, four weeks. Whenever the

yacht's ready. Perhaps you will

tell your father, yes?

I was hearing at the club

about his old trouble. What do you mean?

Before you were born, that small trouble he had.

Tell me what you heard.

Why, you know all that. I do, but I'd like to make sure

you haven't got it wrong. Oh, no, I don't think so.

Mr. George forsyte told me... about your father's first wife.

Of course,

what about her? - Well... how they

were divorced, and she married

his cousin, jolyon, afterwards. It was a small bit

unpleasant, I should think.

I met their boy

with mr. Val dartie.

Nice young fellow.

Well, miss forsyte, I must be going now.

Excuse me, please, to your aunt.

Good night, miss forsyte.

Oh, has prosper gone?

He's so amusing, don't you think?

Fleur? - Fleur, dear...

is something wrong?

He told me

that father was married before, to jon's mother.

Is it true? - Your father

didn't wish you to hear, though why, I can't imagine.

Those things do happen. We've forgotten it all

years ago.

Tell me about it.

Darling, are you sure? - Yes, please. Please.

Oh, fleur, dear. It's so long now,

I hardly remember. Irene and your father

never really got on. There was a young man,

an architect... that house.

What? - Yes, he built

robin hill for your father. But the poor boy

was run over and killed.

Jo's father, old jolyon, bought the house,

and jo went to live there with his family.

Irene ran away from your father.

Years later, she met jo again,

and there was a divorce.

I see. And that's all there is to it.

Not so very terrible. And it's all worked out

for the best. Has it?

Has it? - Haven't you left out

all that matters? - I don't understand.

All the feelings.

The bitterness, the hatred

that exists between jon's family and mine.

You make the whole thing sound like an old-fashioned minuet.

Thank you for telling me.

Impossible to believe

in such a treatment, not even in america,

where I starved for my art. A barbarous country

without principles, without traditions,

without taste, without a soul.

So I pack my bags and baggages.

I shake its filthy dust from my bruised feet,

and I come here to england.

And what happens? - I'll tell you.

You are housed and fed and looked after.

I commission paintings, I promise you a show

at my gallery... ah! That is deadly word,

"promise." All is promises,

but where is performances?

That serpent, paul post,

and that goat, vospovitch,

they have a show,

but I, boris strumolowski, I have no show.

I told you, in six weeks' time...

six weeks! In six weeks,

the rich americans will all be home

in their revolting new york. Well, that

ought to suit you, since you despise

them so much. There speaks england,

the most selfish country in the world.

The country of greedy philistines,

bloodsuckers, the destroyers of real pple.

Irishman. Hindus. Boers. Egyptians.

The exploiters of subject race

tradesmen. Hypocrites. Profiteers.

I spit on england.

Then why did you come? - We didn't ask you.

Are there any cigarettes?

England, the grave of idealists.

You come

and sponge on us, and then

you shout abuse. If you think that's

playing the game... game? What game?

One does not sponge. One takes what is owing.

A tenth part of what is owing.

You will repent to say that.

Not a bit of it. We know very well,

we artists. You take all

and give nothing. So I want nothing!

Nothing from you. Very well.

You may pack your things and leave at once.

As I expected. Typical.

But I can live on nothing.

Often I had to, for the sake of art.

It is you, bourgeois like you,

that force us to spend money.

And you! You poor, starving immigrant from europe,

exploited and beaten down by the english.

But your day will come.

Your day will come.

Never mind, trudi. Never mind.

There you are, fleur. So you remembered to come.

Yes. What a wild young man.

Is he always like that? - No. He's a child, really.

Very talented.

Oh, I'm afraid I lost

my temper just now. Good for you.

Will he be back? - Oh, yes.

The poor boy has nothing.

But not yet.

It'll take him an hour or two to simmer down.

Are these his?

Yes. Golly.

Have you come about jon?

Yes.

You said we ought to be told.

Well, I've found out.

Oh... not nice, is it?

Not very.

What are you going to do? - Could you possibly...

could I see jon tomorrow?

Here, on his way down to wansdon?

I'd have to telephone robin hill...

you could write him a note.

I'd post it for you. He'll get it in the morning.

Yes. All right, I'll do that.

My father wouldn't agree,

but I think you're right not to be affected

by old, forgotten things. I shouldn't have taken it

lying down, I can tell you.

You'll have a bad time

with your own father, but he'll come

around in time. I dare say,

you can do pretty much as you like with him.

There.

2:30 tomorrow. I shan't be in.

Fleur, when you

i don't intend to tell him.

What? - I don't want

jon to suffer. He'll have to be told.

I must just see him once more. Writing would be too cruel.

Yomean you're not in love with jon?

People will assume that I'm in love with him.

But I'm not. Not now, anyway.

So I shall see him tomorrow and put an end to the whole thing.

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