All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e15 To Let.eng

The eton and harrow match

at lord'ket ground.
The resurrection,

after four years of war,
of england's pride and glory...

or to put it more shortly,

the top hat.
Not all forsytes,

by a long chalk,

have been to either school,
but they attend the festival

if they can
because it reassures them

to see
so many people

like themselves.
The game itself matters

to some extent.
The loyalties are divided

and emotion runs high.
But tradition is the thing,

and tradition is best expressed
in terms of... lunch.

What reserves of power
there are

in the british realm.

Enough pigeons, lobsters,
salmon mayonnaise,

strawberries and champagne
to feed the 10,000 here today.

And no miracle.

Maclaren made 424
for lancashire.

I doubt if anyone
will ever beat that,

though, mind you,
there's a very good

young australian.
Ponsford,

they call him.
Hello, sir.

Enjoying the game?
- No.

Can't blame you.
They don't get their noses

down to it these days.
Are you expecting

someone else, mama?
- Darling, prosper said

he might come,
but he's so busy

with his yacht.
I'm a small bit late,

mrs. Dartie. So sorry.
How do you do, mrs. Cardigan?

How do you do,
young mrs. Dartie? Gentlemen?

So pleasant, the english
aristocrats at play.

Madam...

bonjour, prosper.
What about the belgian

aristocrats?
- Don't they play?

Certainly they do,
but not cricket.

Europeans don't go
out of their way

to bore each other.
Oh, english

are not bored, annette.
Go out of their way

to appear so.
Excellent. But what about

- the english girls?
- There's a great change

in them since the war, you know.
Do you mean

in their morals?
- Oh, they are as moral

as they ever were,
but now they have

the opportunity.
Really, prosper.

You become more cynical
every day.

What do you say,
mrs. Forsyte?

Don't you think human nature
is always the same?

Human nature in england
is not the same

as anywhere else.
Well, I don't know so much

about this small country,
but I should say

the pot was boiling
everywhere.

We all want pleasure,
and we always did.

Excuse me.
It's stuffy in here.

Soames, dear,

are you all right?
- Yes, thank you.

These luncheons...
it's too much on a hot day.

Yes.
Oh, I wish we were back

40 years.
It's been very amusing

after all.
Sometimes I even wish

monty was back.

What do you think

of people nowadays?
- Precious little style.

Oh, I don't know.
Look at that hat.

I wonder
what's coming.

I'm not at all sure
we shan't go back

to crinolines and peg-tops.
No. There's money,

but little faith in things.

Is that chap really going

to the south seas?
- Prosper?

Mm.
One never knows

with prosper.
He's a sign of the times,

if you like.

Very well.

I shall tell him this evening.

Look, prosper, that woman.

I'm sure I've seen her before
somewhere.

She has much elegance.

Not english, I think.

Who is she?
- I don't know,

but I have a feeling
that soames does.

Shall we go and sit down, jo,

or have you seen enough?
- Oh, enough for today,

I think, my love.
It isn't fun anymore.

My father used to come with me
before you were born.

And later,
didn't you bring jolly?

Ah, yes. He was at harrow.
So whenever some disaster

befell my side,
instead

of cheering his head off,
he used to say, "bad luck, sir."

He was an amiable sort of chap.

Jo looks older,

a lot older.
Now he always

had style.
She doesn't change.

No.
Winifred, why didn't fleur

me with you today?
- I came up here

especially to meet her.
She'll be home with you

this evening, dear.
She said there was something

she had to think out.

Soames, she knows

the whole story.
What? You didn't tell her...

of course not.
She found out.

I always knew she would.
So she'll be seeing

that boy.
What do you intend to do?

Do? What can I do?

Wait upon events.

That's all I can do.

Hello, jon.

Hello, fleur.
Jon, I want to talk

seriously.
What's happened?

Jon,
if you don't want to lose me,

we must get married.
You mean now? At once?

At o
our people mean

to stop us, yours and mine.
Well, they've said nothing

to me.
Your mother's face

was enough...
and my father'S.

I just don't see
how they can feel like that,

even if your father
and my mother were engaged...

after all these years?

Perhaps you don't
love me enough.

You know I do.

Then make sure of me.

Without telling them?
- Not till after.

It would hurt mother terribly.

You've got to choose.

I don't see why.

I mean, why not tell them?
- They can't stop us.

Well, yes, they can.
How?

We're utterly dependent.
There'll be money pressures,

all kinds of pressure.
Yes, but

to deceive them...
you couldn't really love me

or you wouldn't hesitate.
Fleur...

oh, jon.

It's just that...

look, I've got it
all planned out.

I've only got to go
to scotland for 21 days.

I can stay at mary lamb's
in edinburgh,

and then
you come up there,

and all we have to do
is declare ourselves married

before two witnesses
and we shall be married.

Don't you see?
- People always accept

a fait accompli.
It's so simple.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm sure

it can be done.

All my life,

they've been so good to me.
Fleur, we must give them time

to get used to the idea.
It won't help.

I tell you, jon,
it won'T.

So... you'd better
just let me go.

No. I shan't

do that.
I expect you're right,

but I must
just have time to think.

It's only that... oh, jon,
I don't want to lose you.

You can't
as long as you want me.

I can, and I will.
I swear to you, jon...

that if we wait,
we'll lose each other.

Fleur,

do you know anything
you haven't told me?

No, nothing.

My darling.

My darling, beloved jon,

please make sure of me.

We must make sure.
Promise me.

Please, promise me, jon.
No, not now.

You know I want to,
more than anything

in the whole world.

It's like hitting them.

You don't love me. You don'T.

You couldn't love me,
or you'd agree.

I never believed
you'd be so cruel to me.

Will you have
some tea, please?

No, thank you. I'm just leaving.

No tea?
- Oh, a little cup?

It's ready.
No, no, thank you. No.

A cigarette, perhaps?

No. May I...

excuse me.

Could I leave this
with you?

Lawks, mr. Soames, sir.

Cook let me in.
How is he, smither?

Oh, very well
in himself, sir,

but these last
few days,

he has been talking
a great deal.

Only this morning,
he said,

"my brother, james,
he's getting old."

Well, his mind wanders,
you see,

and then he will go on
about them.

Has he said anything important?
- No, not really,

mr. Soames.
Oh, but he has turned

against his will.
He won't look at it.

Well, it seems funny
when he's had it out

every day all these years.

Uncle timothy,

I've come to see
that everything's

all right.
Have you got

everything you want?

No.
Can I get you anything?

No.

Oh, thank you.

It's soames, james' boy.

Is there nothing

you want to tell me?

You tell them all from me...

tell jolyon, roger,

and nicholas...

tell them all to hold on.

Hold o do you hear?

Consols are going up.

Yes, I'll tell them, uncle.

Yes.

That fly...

proper marvel,

isn't he, sir?
- Yes.

The other day, he said,
"they want my money",

he said.

Well, it gave me
such a turn, sir.

"Oh, I'm sure,
mr. Timothy", I said,

"nobody wants your money."
"My dear mistress",

I said...
that was miss ann,

that trained me...
"well", I said, "miss ann

never talked about money."
It was all character

with her.
Yes, indeed it was.

So he looked at me
and he said, very dry-like,

"nobody wants
my character", he said.

Fancy him saying
a thing like that, sir.

Yes. Thank you, smither.
You and cook,

we're all indebted
to you.

Oh, no, mr. Soames.
Don't say that.

He's such
a wonderful man.

Yes.

Well, goodbye,
and let me know

if there's anything.

Hello, mother.

Hello, fleur.
How was the cricket?

I've no idea,
but I saw some

dreadful frocks.
I can imagine.

Did father come back with you?

No. He left immediately
after lunch,

and you didn't come
at all.

We're not exactly
a united family, are we?

About the same as most,

I expect.

Mr. Mont, madam.

Good evening, michael.
How do you do?

The maid said
that fleur was...

yes.
Well, I called earlier,

but they told me
you were all up at lord'S.

Some of us were.

Who won?

My dear boy...
yes, sorry.

It's stupid of me.
I don't care either.

Michael,
let me give you some advice.

What? Yes, of course.

Fleur confides nothing to me,
and why should she?

But I think she's going
through a bad time.

Now, what will happen,

I don't know,
but I advise you, be patient.

One day, she may need
someone to turn to,

so if you are there that day,

it may be you.
Thanks. Oh, I'll be there.

I'm notoriously dogged.

Meantime, you'll find her
out there.

Thank you.

Is fleur home?

She is, safe and sound,
so you may breathe easily.

Where is she?
- At this moment, I think

she is being proposed to.
Young mont?

Who else?

Soames...

hm?
- I've decided to go to paris...

oh?

To stay
with my mother.

Your mother?
- Yes.

When are you going?

On monday.
For how long?

I don't know.
Will you need any money?

Thank you. I have enough.

Let us know
when you're coming back.

Shall I give mama any message?

Certainly.
My regards.

What luck, soames.

What luck
that you've never loved me.

Fleur, it's not that I'm trying

to rush you or anything.
No, you'd better not.

But my dearest girl...
I'm not your dearest girl.

Indeed you are.
You are my dearest girl

whether you like it
or not.

Fleur, iove you.

Yes, perhaps you do.

And I'm sorry.
Sorry?

Yes, but that's no reason
for my letting you go on and on

about it.
Change the record, michael.

You're in a groove.
Don't be modern, fleur.

You aren't really like that.
No?

Don't laugh at me.
It hurts

like the devil.
Now, look, what do you

expect me to do?
- Fold my hands and say,

"I'm deeply honored
by your proposal, mr. Mont,

but my affections
are engaged elsewhere?"

Are they?

That's my affair.

I see.

Also-ran michael mont?

But I shan't give up,
you know.

Then come back
when I know I can't get my wish.

What is your wish,

fleur?
- Good night, michael.

Good night.

Oh, here you are.

Has young mont...?
- He's gone.

He's a trier.
I'll say that for him.

All this
philandering...

well, didn't you,
at his age?

No, we worked.
We didn't gather about,

motoring and flying and...

perhaps you had

a grand passion.

Yes, if you must know.

Much good it did me.
Tell me about it.

Why?
- Is she alive?

And married?
- Yes.

It's jon's mother, isn't it?
- And she was your first wife.

I don't want
to be reminded.

I don't want
to talk about it.

It's extremely painful.

People can't understand.

Grand passion...

nobody knows
what it means.

I do.
What?

Perhaps I've inherited it
for her son.

That's lunacy.

Don't be angry, father.
Lunacy!

I can't help it.
You don't know

what you're doing.
Has that boy been told?

Not yet.

That chap's son.

It's perverse.

You may think this is something
i can arrange for you,

but you're mistaken,
I'm helpless.

Those two won't listen.
They hate me,

as people always hate
those they have injured.

But jon doesn't hate you.
He's her only son.

Probably means as much to her
as you do to me.

It's a deadlock.
Never. I won't accept that.

What do we care about the past?
- It's our lives,

not yours or theirs.
Whose child are you?

Whose child is he?

The present

is rooted in the past,
the future in both.

There's no escaping it.
There's nothing

in the way
but sentiment.

Father,
let's forget it all.

Oh, yes, that's easy to say.
Besides,

you can't prevent us.

No, and if it were
left to me,

I don't suppose
i should try.

I've always given you
what you wanted,

but you must understand me...
there's nothing I can do.

I don't believe you.
You can, daddy, you can,

so you must.
Must? Look, let me get this

clear to you, fleur.
You're my daughter, mine,

my flesh and blood,
and the reason why they won't

let this marriage take place.
I'm the impediment.

Oh, what's the jargon...?
- The just cause and impediment.

Sherry, darling?

Hm? No, no.
No, thank you,

my love.
Not this evening.

Not this evening
or any evening.

Jo... why don't you

tell me about it?

Tell you what?

Very well, then.
I'll tell you.

While you were dressing
this evening,

I telephoned dr. Dewar.

He hummed and hawed,
of course,

but I got it
out of him.

Hmm. It would take more
than old dewar

to resist you,
and he must be 80

if he's a day.
You know, darling,

some of these
aren't too bad.

What about
a retrospective show

one day?
- You've known about

this heart trouble
for six months.

Have I?
- Since before we went to spain.

Jo, how could you let us go

knowing how I should suffer
if... anything happened to you?

My dearest one,

I've had 20 years of happiness,
more than I bargained for,

more than I deserved.
No.

Oh, yes.
But I hadn't reckoned

on this.
We're a long-lived race,

we forsytes.
My father, 86.

Uncle james, 90.
Old timothy, still

going strong at 100.
There isn't much

the matter with me.
I have to be careful, that's

all, not too much exertion.
But you didn't tell me.

No, my love.
We're all under sentence

of death.
I've just had a clearer warning

than most.
You know,

in all these years,
there are only

That long estrangement

with my father...
that's not

your fault, jo.
No, perhaps not.

Not his, either.
He had principles,

strong victorian principles.
And the other thing?

My time with you
has been all too short.

Two lifetimes wouldn't

have been enough.
Don't leave us, jo.

Don't leave us.
Oh, I don't intend to,

my darling.
We need you, jon and I.

We both need you.
I shall hold on.

I promise.
I shall hold on

as long as I can.

Morning, jon.

Morning.
Kippers or buttered eggs

or both?
- Yes, thank you.

I saw father

while you were away.
He worried me a bit.

Oh? Why?
- I don't think

he's very well.
Of course,

he'd never admit it.
He really is

the most unselfish person.

He never interferes,

yet he always seems
to understand.

I think he's been
an absolutely perfect father.

Don't you?
- Yes.

Coffee?
- Thank you.

I'll never forget
during the boer war

when I was engaged to val...

he and jolly
were out in south africa,

and june was going as a nurse,

and then I asked father
if I could go too.

I know he was wretched
at the idea,

but he never lifted a finger
to stop me.

That was before he and
mother were married, wasn't it?

Oh, about a year before, yes.

Why?

Oh, nothing.

Before that, wasn't she engaged
to fleur's father?

I know there was something,

but, of course,
we were out there.

We didn't get any of the news.
Yes, but you've been back

a long time now, haven't you?

Why does everyone treat me

like a child?
- Do you think I don't know

there's something,
something that

i ought to know?
- Fleur told me that...

have you seen her?
- Yesterday.

I know
she's awfully attractive,

but you know, jon,
val and I don't like her

very much.
Why not?

We think she's got
rather a "having" nature.

Having?

I don't know what you mean.

Don't be angry, jon.
We can't all see people

in the same light.
Then you shouldn't say things

about them.

Holly, I'm going home.

Today?
- Yes. Now.

I'm going to tell dad and mother
that I want to marry fleur.

Marry? But, jon...

no. I've made up
my mind.

You said
dad never interferes.

Well, that's true,

and my mother's the same,
unselfish and generous,

but they haven't

been open with me about this.
No one has.

Well,
because of that,

perhaps
i haven't been, either,

but I'm going
to be now,

and then we'll see.
When they know how I feel,

they won't want to stop me.
Does fleur know about this?

I wrote to her last night
and posted it at the station.

She'll get it this afternoon.

Well?

It's so well,
darling.

I don't see how
it could be better.

Is there anything
you'd like me to leave out?

No.
He must know everything

if he's to understand.
Perhaps I should tear it all up

and start all over again,
just say that you hated soames?

Hate is only a word.
It conveys nothing.

No, better as it is.

I'll post it today.

Jo, why did you decide this?

Last night, after dinner,
while you were playing,

I came in here.
Yes, I know.

I sat down over there
in my father's old chair.

I've been worrying
about this business,

how we've let it drag on
month after month.

My doing, jo.
Partly,

but mine too.
I've always believed

in going my own way,
quietly if possible,

and letting other people
go theirs.

That's one of the reasons
why I love you so much.

Yes, but it can
also be weakness.

My darling,
as I was sitting in that chair,

suddenly I...

I thought I heard the old boy
speak to me,

firm and resolute
as he always was.

What did he say to you?

"Are you facing it, jo?
- "It's your past. Your wife.

Your son.
"It's for you to decide. You.

She's only a woman."

I don't know.

I may have dreamed
the whole thing.

All I know is
the decision

had to be made.
It's probably

the last major decision
i shall ever

have to make.
I'm glad now

i've faced up to it.
Will you forgive me?

Jon!
Jon...

my... where did you
spring from?

Didn't you go to wansdon?
- Yes, but I came back

because I want
to tell you something.

What is it, jon?
- Fleur and I are engaged.

Don't you mean

that you would like to be?
- No.

We are.

Have you spoken

to her father?
- No, not yet.

I wanted to tell you first.
Jon, you're not yet 20.

I'm 72.
How can we understand

each other
over a thing

like this?
- I know both of you

are against fleur.
We've never said so.

Exactly.
But it's true,

isn't it?
- Yes.

But you won't say why.
Fleur says it's because

you were once engaged
to her father.

Is that
what they told her?

No. She found out.
But if that's all,

it's ages ago.
Dad, you and mother

love each other.
You must know how we feel.

Do you think it's fair
to let old quarrels

spoil our happiness?
- Jon, I could probably

put you off
by saying that you're

both too young
to know

your own minds,
but you wouldn't

listen.
Besides, it doesn't meet

the case.
Unfortunately,

youth cures itself.
So I've decided...

jo, please.
Before you go on...

jon, my darling,
has your father

ever given you cause
to doubt his love for you

or his word?
- No. Of course not.

Then can't you trust him
if he tells you...?

Tells you this, jon:
Marry fleur

and your mother
will be wretchedly unhappy

to the end of her days.
Believe me, son,

the past, whatever it was,
can't be buried.

How can I believe that?
- Just because you say so?

Fleur and I...

I love her more than anything
in the whole world.

More than your mother?

I don't know.

I don't know!
But to give fleur up

for nothing,
for something

i don't understand,
that you won't even talk about?

Don't you see that if I do that,
I'll feel...

I know, I know.
You'll feel that we're unjust,

that we insist
on your trusting us

and we won't trust y
and this might put

a barrier between us.
Yes, I'm sorry, mother.

Dear jon...

I've been selfish

about this.
I couldn't bear

for you to think ill
of me, but now...

tell him, jo.

Tell him everything.

Sit down, jon.

If you hadn't

come home today,
you'd have received this

through the post
tomorrow morning.

Do you want to read it?
- Or would you rather

we talked about it?
- Just tell me, dad.

Very well.
I'll try,

but I'm going
to put you in the position

of judging your own mother.
Judging for yourself

what sort of a woman she's been.
Many years ago, she made

a terrible and tragic mistake.

She was only 20.

Her parents were dead.
She had a stepmother

closely related
to jezebel

who brought
all kinds of influence to bear,

and she was persuaded
into a disastrous marriage.

Mother was married before?

Yes, jon, to my cousin soames.
Fleur's father.

Oh, my god.

Fleur's father...?

You'll have to face up to it,
jon.

I'm afraid
it's only the beginning.

To do him justice,

it wasn't his fault.
He was deeply in love with her.

It was her fault
she married him,

her mistake.
Within a week of that marriage,

she knew what a terrible mistake
she had made.

For the next three years,

your mother forced herself
to do her duty,

to submit to a man

that she loathed, jon,
and believe me,

that isn't too strong a word.
Those years

must have been torment for her.
Then suddenly,

she met another man
who fell in love with her.

Yes, you.
You were still married,

I suppose.
No, jon. I wasn't the man.

Then who was?
- The architect of this house.

His name was philip bosinney,

but your mother fell
in love too,

and remember,
for the first time.

I need hardly
tell you, jon,

we don't precisely
choose the person

with whom we fall in love.
It just happens.

Yes. Yes, it does.
I can imagine the struggle

she went through.
She'd been strictly brought up.

Eventually, they loved in deed
as well as in thought.

I suppose she thought

that soames
would divorce her,

and she would be able
to marry bosinney.

But he wouldn't let her go?
- No, it was worse than that,

I'm afraid.
What followed

was a fearful tragedy,
but I have to tell you about it,

jon,
if you are to understand

the real situation
that you've got to face.

Yes, dad.

At the height of her passion
for philip bosinney,

soames forsyte

reasserted his rights
over your mother...

forcibly, jon.

Forcibly.

The next day,
she met young bosinney

and told him about it.
Within a few hours,

he was dead.
Dead? How?

He was run over
in the street

and killed instantly.
Did he...?

No, I'm quite sure
it was an accident.

I saw your mother again
later that evening,

but only for a second

before soames slammed the door
in my face,

but I'll never forget
how she looked.

I can see her now.
Is that

when you fell in love with her?
- No, that was 11 years later.

She ran away from soames
that night

and never returned to him.

Thank god for that.

The only friend she had
during this period

was your grandfather.
He left her some money

in his will.
When he died,

I became her trustee.
Soames never divorced her

as he might have done.
He loved her,

in his way, I suppose,
and he held on.

He didn't try
to get her back, did he?

Oh, yes. She was his property.

His property?
- That's the view

he holds of life, jon.
It was also the law.

Soames began a long campaign
to get your mother

to return to him
and give him a child.

But when the pressure
became almost persecution,

she came down here

and placed herself
under my protection.

Eventually,
soames divorced her,

and we were married,

and you were born,
and we've lived

in perfect happiness ever since.
At least, I have. And I think

your mother has too.

Shortly afterwards,

soames married fleur's mother,

and she was born.

There you are, jon.

That's the story.

Is that everything?

Yes, everything.
You can see now

why we wished to spare you
the knowledge of it?

Yes. Yes, dad, I understand.

But don't you see

what follows, jon?
- Can you imagine

what a nightmare it would be
for you mother

to see you married
to the daughter

of a man who possessed her
like a slave?

Who owned her like a slave,
who ravished her...

dad, don'T.
No more, please!

Break away, jon.
You're on the threshold of life.

You're mother's 57.
Don't break her heart,

I appeal to you.
Lift up your spirit.

Break away.
I...

jon, please.
Jon!

Jon?

Oh, my poor darling.

Well, father,
I only hope you were right,

that's all.
I only hope you were right.

So now you know it all, jon.

Yes.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I don't know.
In marrying

fleur's father,
I did

a dreadful thing.
A marriage like that plays havoc

with so many lives.
Oh, I'd risk it.

I would, even now.

It's just that I can't bear
to make you unhappy.

Don't think of me.

Think only of yourself.

Aah! Aah!

Oh...

what was that?

Jo?

I...

I think he's dead.

Why wasn't I with you, jo?

Oh, why wasn't I with you?

No, I'm sorry, miss.

Why not?
- Look, I've come all the way

from mapledurham.
If you could just come in

and leave your name, please.
What is it?

Has something happened?
- It's mr. Forsyte, he...

died two hours ago.

Well, I am sorry.

Would you tell mr. Jon
that I'll write?

I am miss forsyte,
miss fleur forsyte.

She's late, sir.

I shall have to go
in a minute.

Have some sherry?
- Thank you, sir.

Thanks.
Cheers, mrs. Dartie.

Cheers, mr. Mont.
Well, have you

started publishing yet?
- Rather. Rum show,

isn't it?
- Business, I mean.

Oh, in what way?
- Well,

businessmen always offer less
than they afford to give.

They ought to offer more
and then work backwards.

Look, we offer an author

good terms,
so naturally, he accepts.

We go into it,
we find we can't publish

at a profit, and tell him so.
Well, he feels

we've been gener
so he calms down,

and all is sweetness and light.
You try buying pictures

on that system.
An offer accepted is a contract,

or didn't you know that?

Oh.

Tell me, mr. Mont,
are you a partner yet?

Not for six months.
The rest of the family

had better get ready to retire.
You'll see, sir.

There's going to be
a big change.

The possessive principle
has got its shutters up.

Nonsense.

Well, look at me.
Well, I'm to inherit the estate,

but I don't want the thing.
I'd cut the entail tomorrow

if I could.
That's because

you're not married.
Do you really think

that marriage...
society is built

on marriage,
marriage and its

consequences.
If you want to

do away with that...
oh, good lord, no.

I mean... no.

I shall have to think

about that one, sir.
Yes.

Well, fleur is late.
I shall have

to be going.
Will you tell her

i'm sorry to miss her, sir?
- Yes.

Goodbye, mr. Mont.
Nice to meet you again.

Goodbye,
mrs. Dartie.

Oh, that's all right,
sir. I know my way.

My bike's just outside
the conservatory.

I rather approve of him.

Yes, he has some style.
Talks a great deal

of rubbish, of course.
But then we all did at his age.

I didn'T.

Well, the boy's very sweet
on fleur.

That's obvious, dear.
He's got some semblance

of brains.
I may encourage it.

Yes, I should, if I were you.
Father never approved

of the aristocracy, you know,
but they do stand for something,

even now.

Yes, well, I think

i shall go and change, soames.

Ah, there you are.

Hello, aunt.
Your father's been worrying.

Though why he should,
I don't know.

You drive very well.
See you at dinner, dear.

Well, here I am.

Driving out alone like this...
where have you been?

To robin hill.
Father, I've got something

to tell you.
The family feud is over.

What have you done?
- Nothing.

Jon's father died
this afternoon.

That chap...

gone at last?

He wasn't

very old.
Don't you feel

justice has been done
now he's dead?

I should like
to have done him justice

while he was alive.
I never had the chance.

Jon loved him, and so did holly,
and so did...

well, and so did june,

so he must have been
quite a likable person.

Yes.
I believe there was

a superstition
to that effect.

Darling,
I've been thinking

all the way back
in the car.

It's really
in your hands now.

Hm?
- Yes, you see,

jon wants to marry me,
and he will marry me

if his mother consents,
so it's really

up to you.
You can persuade her.

I can't...
oh, yes.

Tell her that it doesn't mean
renewing the past in any way,

that he need never
see you

and you need never
see him or her.

Only you
can persuade her

because only you
can promise that.

Don't you see?
- Go and see her,

just once.
It can't be done.

It's preposterous.

Help me, daddy.

I'm de
i don't know what I'll do

if you don't agree.
I'll do anything

for your happiness,
but this isn't...

it is, it is.
Oh, I love him, daddy.

You can do it.
I know you can do it.

Then you know more than I do.
We'll wait,

jon and I.
A year, two years,

if you like.
You don't care what I feel.

I do, I do, I do.
Dad, you wouldn't want me

to be utterly miserable.
You couldn't be happy

if I were wretched.
Please...

very well, then,
very well.

I'll think it about it
and see what I can do.

I can't go butting in there
at a time like this.

Of course not.
But you will go?

Now, promise me
you'll go.

Yes, I'll go.

Oh, thank you.
You know you wouldn't mind

seeing her, really.

Yes, martin.
What is it?

It's mr. Forsyte, ma'am.
Who?

Mr. Soames forsyte.
He asked me to say

he called
concerning mr. Jon.

Ask him to come in, please.
Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Forsyte, ma'am.

Martin, will you
find mr. Jon?

He's probably in the studio.
Ask him to join us.

Very good, ma'am.

If this concerns jon,

perhaps he ought to be here.
Yes.

I apologize for coming,
but this business

must be settled
one way or the other.

Will you sit down?

No, thank you.
I've no doubt

this is as painful for you
as it is for me.

My daughter begged me to come,
and I've got into the habit

of indulging her.
I suppose

you're fond of your son.
Devotedly.

Well...

it rests with jon.

It's a mad notion.

It is.
I suppose you thought

they could have been...

well, I'll make your mind easy.

If this marriage takes place,
I don't want to see you

or your son.
I promised fleur

i'd tell you that.
What am I to say to her

when I go back?
- Tell her what I have told you.

It rests with jon.
You don't oppose it?

With all my heart,

but I've said
nothing against it,

and I shall say nothing.

I remember...

well, if this does lie
in jon's hands,

as you say,
I suppose

i may take it for granted
that this unnatural marriage

will take place.
There'll be formalities.

Who do I deal with? Herrings?

Do you propose

to live with them?
- No.

What about this house?

It will be
as jon wishes.

I built it for you.

If they marry, their children...

do you believe in nemesis?

Yes.

You do.

Well, I don't suppose

i shall see you again.

Won't you shake hands

and let the past die?

Well, young man,

I've come here on behalf
of my daughter.

The decision

rests with you.
Your mother leaves it

entirely in your hands.
I brought myself

to come here
for my daughter's

sake.
Now, what am I to say

to her when I go back?

Tell fleur it's no good, please.

Jon!
It's all right.

I must do as my father wished
before he died.

If I...

if I'd taken dad's word for it,
and yours,

I think he'd still be alive.

Jon, my darling...

it's all right, mother.
It's all right.

I should have seen him out.
Excuse me.

Mother,

let's go to italy.
I should like that,

of course,
but I think you ought

to go off by yourself
for a while.

And leave you alone?

I learned how to be alone

a long time ago.

You ought to have a year

at least.
Go and see the world.

Go at once, jon.

Yes, yes.
If I'm going, I suppose

it had better be at once.

But mother,

if I wanted to stay out
america, perhaps...

would you come out
later?

Wherever and whenever
you send for me,

but don't send
unless you really want me.

England's too small.

I feel...
I feel choky here.

It isn't true.

It can't be.
She got around you,

she must have done.
Either that,

or you didn't try.
Fleur...

you couldn't have tried.
You betrayed me!

I was a fool.

He couldn't just

give me up,
not like that.

Why did I ask you?
- Yes, why did you?

I swallowed my pride,
my own feelings,

against my better judgment.
I did my best.

Do you swear
it's the truth,

that jon gave me up
of his own accord?

Yes!
Don't let them

hurt you, fleur.
They're not worth...

what did you do?
- What could you have done

to have made them hate you so?
- How can I ever

forgive you?

Who is it?

Michael, old faithful,
who else?

Oh, michael!

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