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Fleur.

Hello, jon.

Did I feed you well?

Splendidly.

Well, how are you, fleur?

Not tired after all that?

No, not a bit.

How did you like stoking?

Oh, fine, after the first day.

It's good hard work.

Anne isn't down yet.

She'll be sorry not to see you.

She thinks you're a wonder.

Well, she was quite a help.

Nearly seven years, jon.

I never thought

i'd see you again.

You haven't changed much.

Well, nor have you.

I have, a lot.

Well, I don't see it.

I came to see holly.

Canteen accounts.

An anticlimax,

but it has to be done.

I expect she'll be down soon.

Not too soon, I hope.

Well, how does england feel?

Topping. I'm back for life.

Anne says she doesn't mind.

Are you going

to settle here?

I expect so.

Somewhere near val

and holly, I think,

if we can find

the right farm.

Still keen

on growing things?

Oh, yes.

More than ever.

Farmer jon.

Any poetry?

Oh, not much.

Pretty dull, anyway.

A voice in the night crying

down from the old sleeping

spanish city

darkened under her white stars.

Good lord!

You remember?

How could I forget?

You sent it to me from spain.

Yes. Yes, I did.

Do you remember our walk

up to chanctonbury?

I remember everything, fleur.

That's honest. So do I.

It took me a long time

to remember how to forget.

How long did it take you?

Oh, still longer, I expect.

Well, michael's

the best man I know.

And anne's the best woman.

We're lucky, aren't we?

Things fall on their feet.

Yes.

Yes, they do.

How old is she?

She's 21.

Just right.

I was always too old for you.

Weren't we young fools?

No! It was...

it was natural and...beautiful.

Still the idealist.

Did francis say much about me?

Only that you had

a lovely house.

Come and see it.

And that you nursed him

like an angel.

Oh, no angel.

A young woman of fashion.

There's still a difference,

you know.

You didn't tell anne

about us, did you?

How did you know that?

By the way she looks at me.

Well, why should I tell her?

No reason.

No reason in the world.

It's all over.

And we're not children

anymore, are we, jon?

No.

Oh, excuse me, mr. Jon,

but your breakfast

is on the table.

Thank you, smither.

I'm ravenous.

Well, fleur.

Well, jon?

I've put a cup out

for you, miss fleur.

Oh. Well, in that case,

thank you very much.

Oh, holly.

Good morning, fleur.

Morning, holly.

Morning, jon.

It's been nice

seeing you again, jon.

Yes. Goodbye, fleur.

Au revoir.

Well, fleur.

Why so early?

Now, these accounts...

oh, dear.

I have to see

that official ass at 10.

There are three items here.

I've marked them query.

Bacon. Flour. Potatoes.

Are these the amounts

that you ordered?

Well, let me see.

Bacon, yes. Yes.

Yes.

Good.

Good, I'll tick them off.

Oh, I think...

when are you going to wansdon?

Oh, probably tomor

make it the day after, and come

to lunch, all four of you.

Well, do you think that

would be wise, fleur?

Well, I know it would

be pleasant.

I'd like jon and anne

to meet michael.

And kit, of course.

Well...

shall we say 1:00? Must fly.

Mustn't keep bureaucrats

waiting.

Fleur, dear. How nice.

I'm just off.

See you all tomorrow.

Oh, well. That was very sudden.

What did she come for?

She said she came to see me

about some canteen accounts.

Oh? Did you make a mistake?

No, I didn'T.

And she knew I hadn'T.

Don't be cryptic, dear.

It's too early in the day.

What did she come for?

She... she came to ask us

all to lunch tomorrow.

Oh. How nice.

Yes, but...

yes, excellent thought.

Jon and michael

haven't met, have they?

Well, I think they should.

Oh, it's you.

Still rattling about?

Not anymore, duckie.

Canteen's finished.

I'm out of a job.

Good thing too.

Wearing yourself

to a shadow.

I should think you'd be

only too glad

to have a bit

more time for kit.

He's a rascal.

You know what he asked

me for this morning?

Hm?

What?

A hammer.

He loves breaking things up.

Children.

Did you give him one?

I hadn't got one.

And what should i

be doing with a hammer?

You make more fuss

of him than anyone.

Well, little chap's

got a twinkle.

Mercifully.

Did you spoil me?

I can't tell.

Do you feel spoiled?

When I want things,

I want them.

Yes, I dare say.

Well, you're not

unique in that.

Weather seems settled.

Good.

May I bring kit down to

mapledurham for a few days?

Of course. When?

Say the day after tomorrow?

Yes, certainly.

Good.

I only thought I'd mention it

in case you want to go

down there ahead of us,

say tomorrow morning.

Oh, I'll go this afternoon.

If I'm not there, they won't

air the beds properly.

That's nonsense.

But still...

yes, there's nothing like

country air after that canteen.

Go

yes, we'll have a bit of golf

down there.

Good idea.

Hm. Yes, I think I'm middle-aged

enough for golf.

Oh! Michael.

Are you home for lunch?

Yes.

Golly.

Well, what have you been up to?

Oh, sitting on some

moldy old committee

to do with the ministry of health.

They're supposed to be discussing birth control.

No!

Yes.

Well, are they for or against?

I don't think they have the faintest idea.

Bad luck.

So there I sat for two hours,

listening to arguments why i should oppose for other people

what I practice myself.

Ridiculous.

So, what did you say?

Well, I said they've got to speed up emigration.

Oh, michael.

I know, darling,

but I said if they don't,

then there's nothing for it

but birth control.

I went on to say...

that as our lot are doing it

all the time,

and blinking the moral issue,

if there is one,

I really didn't

how we could insist on

a moral issue for anyone else.

Particularly those who can't afford

to support a lot of children

when they have them.

I don't think the country's

ready for opinions like that.

No, you're probably right.

Darling, would you do me up?

Yes, of course.

Michael, will you be home for lunch tomorrow?

I think so. I've got to see uncle hilary...

Sorry. It's all right.

Uncle hilary in the afternoon.

Why?

I've asked aunt winifred to bring holly,

and jon and anne forsyte.

Yes. Well, I thought

they'd all been such bricks

during the strike, and...

well, you don't mind, do you?

No, no, of course not.

Dad's going home

tomorrow morning.

You won't tell him,

will you?

Why not?

Well, he's so prejudiced.

It's primitive and idiotic.

Yes, it is rather.

Daddy's coming down

for lunch in a minute.

Ah. Good morning, coaker.

Are you well?

Thank you, ma'am.

Mr. And mrs. Mont

are in the drawing room.

Then we'll just go in, shall we?

Come along, dears.

I'll lead the way.

Come in, winifred.

Fleur, dear, here we all are.

How lovely you look.

My dear girl.

Freddie, how are you?

Oh, my dear boy.

Hello, michael.

Hello, holly.

Are you well?

Darling, this is

jon and anne forsyte.

This is my husband, michael.

Well, just fancy that.

We meet again.

Good lord. Was fleur

with you in washington?

Yes.

Isn't that fantastic?

Darling, have I been

kept in the dark?

It was the hotel potomac,

wa

remember that day your father

was ill in washington?

Yes, I remember.

I met them in the hotel foyer.

Ships that pass in the night.

Yes.

It can't have been

all that dark.

Irene was there,

wasn't she?

You don't think

that cousin soames...?

Sh! Discretion.

Well, everybody,

do come sit down.

Darlin

they'd all like a drink.

Of course. Cocktail, everyone?

Thank you.

Splendid.

Anne, do sit there.

Thanks. How long did

you spend in the states?

Ks

coast to coast.

That's compulsory,

isn't it?

I guess so,

though I haven't seen it.

Strictly for tourists.

What else?

San francisco, the rockies.

You know, the usual.

Did you see the south?

No, but feel as though

i've been there.

How come?

Well, your brother, francis.

Oh, yes, he surely

loves his country.

It does grow on you,

and, of course,

some of it is very beautiful.

Prettier than

richmond park?

Oh, you must forgive

our insularity, anne.

We like our scenery cozy.

Well, so do I.

Well, anne if you

haven't been there,

why don't we all go down there

this afternoon after lunch?

What do you say,

aunt winifred?

Yes, dear,

I haven't been there for years,

and the chestnuts will be out.

Splendid.

And on the way back, jon,

we can look in at robin hill.

Your old home, jon.

Oh, yes, do let'S.

But what about the potentate?

The what?

Lord abberley. I mean,

he bought the place.

Oh, no. He won't be there.

He's abroad somewhere.

Bangkok or bangalore.

It was in the papers.

Well, then, that's settled.

We'll bribe the butler,

and we'll all go round.

Darling, can you come?

No. Uncle hilary.

Besides, the car will only

take five, I'm afraid.

Luncheon is served, madam.

Thank you, coaker.

Would you ask nanny to bring

down kit to join us for dessert?

Yes, madam.

Thank you.

Would you like to see our son?

Oh, I'd just love to see him.

Is he like you or michael?

Well...a bit of both.

Yes.

Well, everybody,

shall we go in?

Anne, do take your sherry

with you, if you'd like to.

Winifred, you must tell

anne about when the house was...

do you mind if I don't

come with you?

To robin hill, I mean.

It's just that...

no, that's all right, holly.

I'm not too keen myself.

But, well...anne seems to be.

Quite natural.

But so does fleur.

I wonder why.

Have you forgotten? It used

to belong to her father.

Come on.

So that's the famous view.

Well, don't you think?

Yes, it's very pretty.

Yes. My uncle swithin

admired it.

You know, they used to call him

four-in-hand forsyte,

though why, I can't tell,

because he always drove a pair.

You know, I remember the day,

it must be 40 years ago,

when he drove irene down here

and they had a crash

on the way home.

Oh, that caused a sensation

on forsyte change,

well, anne, dear,

what do you think of it?

Oh, it's gorgeous.

Such a beautiful setting.

I guess the house was

considered pretty avant-garde

when they built it.

Oh, outrageous!

I never saw it myself,

but my father came down once.

I remember his saying...

jon.

Jon, the copse.

It's still there.

And all the bluebells

will be out.

Shall we go down

to the old log,

where we met your mother

and our stars were crossed?

Oh, jon.

You always were silent,

weren't you?

But your poems

spoke for you.

I don't write any now.

No?

Now, who was it that said

that poetry is emotion

recollected in tranquility?

Perhaps you're not

tranquil enough.

You don't look tranquil.

Or is it that you've

forgotten the emotion?

Fleur, I thought

we'd settled this...

and a good thing too.

Emotion's old-fashioned.

Shall we re-join the tour?

Well, michael?

What do you think of the meads?

Not much.

There's worse.

Oh, I don't believe you.

Oh, yes.

That's why I wanted you

to see this,

rather than tell you

about it.

Anyway, we've bought

this street.

Bought it?

Well, who owned it?

He lived in capri.

I don't suppose he ever saw it.

He died the other day,

and we got it quite reasonably.

How much?

Thirty-two thousand.

Oh, goodily.

Is it paid for?

Well, no.

We've paid the deposit.

And we've got till september

to pay the rest.

Don't touch the walls.

If you make a dent, the genuine

article stalks forth.

Bugs?

In their legions.

But each one of these houses

is to be gutted

and made as bright as a new pin.

And how long will

that take you?

About three years.

And the money?

We'll win, wangle

or scrounge it.

Uncle, are you telling me

people want to live here?

Simple economics.

Where else can they live

so cheaply?

No, where else

could they live at all?

Council flats.

They don't like them. Besides,

the rents are too high.

No, we've found that

we can put houses like this

into good,

habitable condition

at a fraction

over the old rents,

and pay two and a half percent

on our outlay.

If we can do that here, it can

be done for slums everywhere.

But you'll need a packet.

Where's it to come from?

A general slum

conversion fund.

Bonds at two percent

with bonuses,

repayable in 20 years.

How will you repay them?

Oh, like the government.

By issuing more.

There must be people,

rich people with a conscience,

who are prepared to invest a

small portion of their wealth

at this rate of interest

if it means the elimination

of the slums.

Yes, possibly.

Well, who's to start

this general fund?

You, my dear boy. You.

What

that's why I brought you

down here.

I can't go round

starting general funds.

I thought you might like

a cup of tea, mr. Charwell.

I'm having one meself.

Thank you.

Well, it's always

a comfort, isn't it?

This is my nephew.

Mrs. Brewer,

mr. Michael mont.

How do you do?

Nicely, thank you.

Your uncle tells me

you're an M.P.

Is that right?

Yes, for mid-bucks.

My god. They don't half catch

them young, don't they?

Here.

Do you like sugar?

No, thank you.

Your uncle does,

and you ought to.

Gives you energy and "it."

Mrs. Brewer knows

my wicked ways.

Yes.

Mr. Charwell, is it true

you've bought the street?

Do you mind?

Well that depends,

don't it?

I mean, you won't

turn us out?

Not for the world,

mrs. Brewer.

Oh, there.

I said to them,

"he might clean up

our insides," I said,

"but he won't

turn us out.

Not the vicar," I said.

We'll find you lodgings

when we come to the time

to do this house up.

And then you'll come back here

to new walls and ceilings.

No more bugs.

And proper

washing arrangements.

Electricity too.

That'll be the day.

It'll come.

Talk about bugs.

Oh, mr. Mont, why

you wouldn't credit it.

The last time brewer

drove a nail in...

well, the life in there.

Barnum and bailey

ain't in it.

Well, I'll leave you

to your confab.

So long, mr. Mont.

And help yourself

to another cup of tea.

Thanks, mrs. Brewer.

Salt of the earth, michael,

but what can they do?

Mm.

You must come in

with us.

Must I?

Tell me, uncle hilary,

have you heard of foggartism?

Oh, yes, but you won't

have a hope with that here.

Taking town children away from

their parents? No, not a hope.

But the future shouldn't be

so bound up with the towns.

It will be. Well, who knows?

One day there may be

a city in mid-bucks.

Oh, god forbid.

I doubt if he will.

Now, what I want you to do

is to get together

an appeals committee,

as high-powered as you can.

Sir timothy fanfield,

for instance.

Fanfield?

He's got it in

for the slum landlords.

Yes.

Old shropshire on the

electrification issue.

One of the big doctors.

A really whacking financier,

preferably honest.

Anyway, I'll leave

all that to you.

And then,

when you've got them,

I'll come down

and talk their hind legs off.

What do you

well, all right. I'll try.

Good boy.

Mr. Dartie.

Hello, greenwater.

Anything amiss?

Well, I hope not, mr. Dartie,

but there might be.

There was a son of a gun

watching the gallops

this morning.

The devil there was.

Rondavel.

Yes. Yes, sobeking.

When they come watching

a little stable like this...

something's up. But we haven't

even mentioned the colt.

I know, mr. Dartie.

The glasses were on him.

If you take my advice,

you'll send him to ascot.

You think so?

Well, let him run

his chance on thursday.

We can ease him after, and bring

him again for goodwood.

You afraid

of overtiring him?

He's fit now,

and that's a fact.

I had the boy give him

a shakeup this morning,

and he just left

them all standing.

I wish you'd been there.

Who can you get

to ride at this notice?

Young adams.

Ah!

You've got it all

cut and dried.

All right, greenwater.

We'll go in force.

Good morning, mr. Greenwater.

Morning, ma'am.

Val, did you know

you have a visitor?

No, who?

A mr. Stainford.

What?

Isn't he the one that...?

Yes. Where is he?

Bridget put him

in the breakfast room.

Good god. The silver.

It's all right.

I've been in there

doing flowers.

Did he talk to you

at all?

A little.

Of all the confounded nerve!

He's trying so hard

to pretend.

It's pathetic, val.

Tragic, I think.

Deal gently with him.

Well, that rather depends

on what he's come for.

But tell me,

could he have heard what

greenwater was saying out here?

No.

No, I'm sure he couldn'T.

I didn'T.

Good. Excuse me.

Hello.

Ah, dartie.

I heard you had

a stable down here.

Thought I'd look in

on my way to brighton.

Good of you.

They tell me you've got

a two-year-old

by kaffir

out of sleeping dove.

Is he any use?

So-so.

When are you going

to run him?

You know better

than to ask me that.

I just thought you'd like me

to work your commission.

I could do it much better

than the pro'S.

Sorry, but I don't bet at all.

Is that possible?

I say, dartie,

I didn't mean to bother you.

But if you could lend me,

say, 30 pounds?

Sorry, I keep hardly

any money down here at all.

A check, perhaps?

No.

Now, look here, stainford...

how did you get here?

By car, from horsham.

Oh, and that reminds me.

I haven't a sou with me

to pay for it.

Well, here's a fiver,

if that's any use to you.

But I'm really not game

for any more.

When I was at oxford

and damned hard-pressed,

I once lent you

all the money I had.

You never paid me back,

although you came into money

that very term.

Oxford. Another life.

Well, goodbye, dartie.

And thanks.

Hope you'll have

a good season.

Who is it?

Irene.

Come in.

May I sit with you

for a little?

Or are you just

going to bath?

No.

No, I had my bath...

and began to change, and then

i looked out of the window,

and what with the scent

of flowers and those doves...

well, I guess

i started daydreaming.

Do sit down.

Thank you, dear.

Jon not home yet?

Not yet.

I hope it means

he likes greenhill.

I mean, if he didn't

think the farm was okay,

why, he'd have

come home right away.

Yes. Didn't you want

to go with him?

To see it?

Mm.

Of course,

but I can go later,

when he's made up his mind.

You leave it entirely to jon?

Oh, yes.

He knows what he wants.

And after all,

he has to work the land.

I'd only be a distraction.

What about the house?

If the land is his,

the house is yours.

Well, I'll tell you.

The day after

jon talked about greenhill,

ver there, by myself.

You didn'T.

Oh, yes, I did.

Deep.

Yes, wasn't it?

So?

So...I fell in love with it.

But you didn't tell jon.

Why, no.

Supposing the soil wasn't right,

or the price to high.

I wouldn't want him thinking

he had to have it because of me.

You know, anne, you're growing

into a very wise woman.

Maybe, in some things.

Not all.

The trouble is...

the trouble is I think

i love him too much.

Don't ever think that.

Jon is a decent man.

I know.

Worth loving.

I know that, too.

Well, then.

Why did you suggest

that I go to london

at the time

of the strike?

So that you

could be with jon.

And because he might see fleur?

Perhaps.

What did you think of fleur?

I think she's lovely.

Yes.

And clever and quick.

Yes.

And polished.

Everything I'm not.

Not everything, thank god.

She did love him once,

didn't she?

When they were young.

What makes you say that?

The way she looks at him.

Or rather,

the way she doesn't look.

I didn't notice.

I didn't notice anything,

until that day

we went to robin hill.

Irene, what is it

about that place?

That's hard to say

in a few words.

It was designed

and built by...

by a rather wonderful

young man.

His name was

philip bosinney.

If philip had lived...

but he didn'T.

I lived there peacefully

for 20 years with jon's father.

Jon was born there.

For 20 years, anne, that house

was a place of great happiness.

No, longer than that,

because uncle jolyon spent

his last years at robin hill.

It's a part of forsyte history.

But fleur.

What has it got

to do with fleur?

Fleur?

Didn't they tell you that?

Didn't t

that it was fleur's father

who first owned the house?

That it was soames forsyte

who commissioned it

from philip bosinney?

No. But shouldn't I be told?

Don't you think I ought

to know all about it?

And about jon and fleur?

Yes.

Yes, anne,

I think perhaps you should.

Look...

the central figure

of a committee like this

has got to be magnetic.

He's got to appeal

to the general public.

Difficult, difficult.

One thing's certain.

You cannot afford cleverness.

Why not?

The public's suffered too much

from cleverness.

It worries them.

No. Character's the thing.

Oh, bart!

Yes, I know.

Out of date

with you young folks.

I have it!

Wilfred bentworth,

last of the squires.

Old bentworth?

He is only my age,

and he has nothing

to do with politics.

Yes, but he's stupid.

Stupid? No.

Refused a peerage three times.

Think of the effect of that.

Oh, yes. But bart!

The professional honest man?

He is honest.

Yes, I know, and every time

he speaks, he alludes to it.

True, true.

But michael,

he's got 20,000 acres

and knows all about

fattening stock.

He's on a railway board.

County cricket,

chairman of a big hospital.

Everybody kn

he invites royalty to shoot,

goes back to saxon times.

In any other country,

he'd frighten the life

out of such a scheme,

but in england...

yes. Yes, I see your point.

Clearly,

he has nothing to gain,

and isn't clever enough

to cheat, even if he wanted to.

Right.

What about you, bart?

Will you come on the committee?

Well, if you'd like to have me,

it's time I did some work again.

Splendid! Well, we'll go

and see bentworth together,

and then we'll go on

and see old shropshire.

Very well. By the way,

what does fleur think

of this "slum proposition,"

as the yanks would say?

Well, here she is.

Why don't you ask her?

Oh, my dear.

A good idea, I think.

Better than birth control.

At least everybody knows

what the slums are.

Better than foggartism.

Oh, yes. Poor old foggartism.

Fleur, darling, bart and i

have got to go and see

some rather important people,

so I'll see you at dinner.

Oh, will you be back, bart?

Father's in town.

Oh, thank you, if I may.

Good.

Well, goodbye, my dear.

Come along, bart.

Goodbye, darlings.

Goodbye.

When a man's

in love with someone

he must be indeed

a dumb one

Mrs. Mont speaking.

Hello, dear.

It's you, aunt winifred.

How are you?

I'm well, fleur,

and I hope you are.

Yes, very well,

thank you.

Good. Now, I've just had

a letter from holly.

It appears that val

has a horse running at ascot

on gold cup day.

In the gold cup?

But how thrilling.

Not in it, dear.

Val's horse is too small

for that.

Or too young,

I'm not sure which.

He's only two years old.

Imagine.

Now, they'll all be going,

of course.

And I thought

it might be rather amusing

if I got up a little party too.

Imogen and jack, of course,

and you and michael.

Well, it sounds delightful.

I'll certainly come,

though whether michael...

he's got a new slogan,

you know, "broader gutters."

Oh.

No, no, no,

it's only aunt winifred.

Do you want

to speak to her?

Um...no.

So sorry, aunt winifred.

Dad's just come in.

Ask him if he'd like

to come too.

I don't suppose

he's even seen a racecourse.

Well, no, no,

I'm sure he won'T.

Ask him, dear.

He ought to get about more.

Aunt winifred's

taking a party to ascot,

and she wants to know

if you'll come.

What's that?

Of course you won'T.

Well, why no

yes. Yes, I'd like

to know what goes on.

Just once, anyway.

Yes. Tell her I'll come.

He says he will.

Delightful.

Has he got a gray topper?

Um, daddy, have you...?

Fleur. Fleur, dear.

Yes?

Don't say anything to him,

fleur.

Just get him one.

Size seven and a quarter.

And fleur, tell them

to heat the hat

and squash it in at the sides,

otherwise they're

too round for him.

Heat it and squash it in

at the sides? Yes.

All right, then,

aunt winifred.

Well, that'll be fun.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, dear.

What on earth do you want

to go to ascot for?

Oh, well, I don't know.

They tell me

it's the national pastime.

The sport of kings, duckie.

Yes, that may be.

They talk about nothing else

at my barber'S.

A sovereign on this,

a fiver on the other.

I don't suppose half of them

have ever seen a horse.

Well, the idea is to get

something for nothing.

That's human nature.

Mm.

Yes, well,

I shall go because...

I like to know what's going on.

Yes. Yes, you do, duckie,

don't you?

Bentworth?

Has he agreed to sit

on this committee?

Yes, s

what's he got

to do with slums?

Well, he doesn't approve

of vermin, sir.

Well, who does?

And he's all for improving

the human stock.

I see.

His shorthorns are good.

A solid

behe times.

Marquess.

My dear young mont,

I'm too old.

Oh, on the contrary.

Frankly, sir,

we've come to you

because part of

my uncle hilary's plan

is the electrification

of the kitchens.

As an authority, you'll keep

that well to the fore.

Hilary charwell.

I once heard him preach

in st. Paul'S.

Most amusing.

What do the slum-dwellers

say to electrification, eh?

Well, nothing till it's done,

of course,

but when it is done,

they're delighted.

It appears there are

no flies on your uncle.

Yes, and with electricity, we

hope, no flies on anything else.

Well, it's the right end

of the stick.

Well, marquess?

Well, I'd like to.

My trouble is, I've no money,

and I don't like

appealing to others

if I can't put down

something substantial myself.

I suppose you don't know anyone

who'd like to buy some lace?

Point de venise,

the real stuff.

Or, I have a morland.

Well, my father-in-law

was saying the other day

he wanted a morland.

Has he a good home for it?

It's a white pony.

It'll be in good company, sir.

Any chance of it going

to the nation in time?

Every chance,

I should

well, then perhaps

your father-in

would come

and have a look at it.

Well, that's very handsome

of you, marquess.

Not at all.

I believe in electricity,

and I detest smoke.

This seems a movement

in the right direction.

Your father-in-law,

mr. Forsyte, surely?

Yes, sir. He's quite well-known

as a collector.

Yes, I remember

there was a law case.

My granddaughter,

marjorie ferrar,

and your wife.

But that's all over.

I trust you're friends again.

Well, we're on speaking terms

when we meet, which isn't often.

Nothing lasts

with you young people.

What do you say, mont, eh?

Why, the younger generation

seem to have forgotten

the war already.

Is that such a bad thing,

marquess?

Oh, I don't complain.

Rather the contrary.

Have some madeira.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

By the by, you'll need someone

with plenty of money

on this committee of yours.

One of the new men,

I should think.

Can you suggest someone?

Well, my next-door neighbor

might serve.

A fellow called montras.

Came from nowhere

and made millions, I believe,

out of elastic bands.

Has some sort of patent

for making them last

just long enough.

I wish I'd thought

of it myself.

Do you know him, marquess?

No, but I see him sometimes.

He gazes at me longingly.

But then, I don't use them.

Hm?

Elastic bands, I mean.

Oh!

Perhaps if you

mention my name...

oh, don't worry, marquess,

we shall.

He has a wife,

and no title at present.

I should guess he might be

looking for some public work.

Well, he sounds just the man.

Do you think

we ought to venture now?

Try.

A domestic character, I'm told.

Oh. Then we ought

to find him at home.

Imagine. Every kitchen

in the slums, electrified.

Any man who helped financially

toward that

would earn his knighthood

better than most.

Eh, young mont?

Oh, yes, yes, I agree.

True public service.

I suppose we mustn'T...

dangle the knighthood.

In these days,

no, I think not.

Just give him the names of his

colleagues on the committee.

The man can't be a fool,

or he wouldn't be so rich.

Well, thank you very much,

marquess.

We'll let you know

how it goes.

Please do. You know, I like

to see young politicians

taking an interest

in the future of england.

Because, in fact,

no amount of politics

will prevent her having on

that's my own opinion

exactly, sir.

Good.

By the way, have you had

your own kitchen electrified?

Well, my wife and i

were thinking about it, sir.

Don't think.

Have it done.

Oh.

Eh, young mont?

Yes. Goodbye.

Well, we certainly shall, now.

Yes, now's the time.

We must strike

while the coal strike is on.

If there's anything shorter

than the public's memory,

I'm not aware of it.

Is my father down yet?

Not yet, ma'am.

Miss forsyte is here. Who?

Miss june forsyte, ma'am.

She's in the drawing room.

Oh! Well, thank you.

Fragonard.

Chardin.

It's a flimsy school, that,

but I like your room.

Harold blade's pictures

would look splendid in here.

Do you know his work?

No. No, I'm afraid I don'T.

Oh.

Well, anyway, do sit down.

Is mr. Blade

Yes. He's a genius.

Oh, well then what happened

to that polish-american chap,

boris something-or-other.

Oh, completely gone to pieces,utterly.

Married and does purely commercial work.

Oh, he gets big prices now, for absolute rubbish.

Oh, poor chap.

Yes, it is a pity.

So jon and his wife are back in england.

Yes, they seem to have abandoned america for good.

I can't see anne being happy here.

Thank you, no.

Holly tells me

you went to america.

Did you see jon there?

No, not quite.

I wonder if there's an opening

for harold's work there?

Do you think they'd like it?

Well, it's difficult to say,

not knowing his work.

Oh, yes.

I want you to sit

for a portrait.

Will you?

Your father really ought

to arrange it, you know, fleur.

I mean, with your position

in society,

and especially after

that case last year.

Well, it all helps.

Oh, it would be the making

of poor harold, and...

well, at least come

and see his work.

Yes, I should like to.

Have you seen jon yet?

No. They're coming on friday.

I hope I shall like anne.

Do you?

Jon's choice? Of course.

What time are you generally in?

Between 5:00 and 7:00 would be best.

Harold goes out then.

He has my studio,

you know.

I can show you his work

much better without him.

He's so touchy...

but extraordinary

with women.

I want him

to paint anne too.

Well, then shouldn't jon

see him first?

Oh, perhaps.

What about your father?

Well, if I decide to be painted,

then leave my father to me.

Very well.

Soames instinctively

likes the wrong thing,

but if you tell him...

well, he always spoils you.

Well, I'll come.

Splendid.

Perhaps not this week.

I shall expect you.

Is your husband well?

A nice man.

Think so.

I don't know if harold

will like your hair.

Well, I'm afraidi can't change it for him.

Would you like a drink?

My father will be down

Oh, I don't think I particularly

want to meet him.

Well, I expect he'll feel

Good evening, soames.

Good evening.

Goodbye, fleur.

Good night, june.

What does that woman want here?

Nothing much.

She's a stormy petrel.

She's got another painter.

Oh, some lame duck or other.

She's famous for them.

Has been all her life,

ever since she...

she wouldn't come here. without wanting something.

Did she get it?

No more than I did.

What's all this about michael and the slums?

Oh, he's head over ears.

What? In debt?

Oh, good gracious me,no, duckie.

The slums have...fogartism

I hardly ever see him.

Slums need dealing with,no doubt.

He's got to have something to do.

Michael's too good to live.

Oh?

Well, all I know is,

he's very trustful.

That's not your failing,

is it, duckie?

You don't trust me a bit.

Not trust you?! And why not?

Exactly.

I suppose june wanted meto buy a picture.

No, she wants you

Oh? Does she?

What's the nameof her lame duck?

Harold blade,I think.

Never heard of him.

I expect you will.

That woman's like a limpet.

It's in the blood.

Forsyte blood?

Yes.

You and I too, then.

Yes. You and I too.

Isn't that nice?

Oh, splendid.

There we are,

uncle soames.

Yes.

You'll see everything

from here.

That fellow riggs took his time

getting here, didn't he?

Oh, no, uncle.

That was jack's doing.

When he's got to go

through eton,

he always likes to go

through harrow first.

Do have my glasses, sir.

Mama, I think we'll just

go down to the paddock.

Is that all right? Yes

Come along, jack.

You do look well

in that hat, dear.

White elephant.

Not at all.

It'll last you for years.

The great thing is to prevent

the moth getting at it

between seasons.

Oh.

Fleur?

Aren't you going to get cold

in that flimsy thing?

Of course not.

It'll rain,

I shouldn't wonder.

What a lot of cars

coming down.

I do think it's splendid

that so many people

should have the money.

Know

where they get it from.

Consols going down, factories

closing all over the country.

Soames, look!

The royal procession.

It's all rather splendid,

don't you think?

Fancy driving up like that.

I think it's so amusing.

Where have the others gone?

Jack's taken them

down to the paddock.

Paddock? What for?

To look at the horses, dear.

Oh.

Oh, yes.

I'll follow them down, I think.

There we are.

Thank you.

Why, this is just great.

Hey, what's next?

It's the gold cup.

Well, what do you all fancy?

There's a creature here

called solario.

Is he any good, val?

Good? What do you say,

greenwater?

Best in the field,

mrs. Forsyte.

Yes, but will he stay

in the running?

Well, barring accidents,

he'll walk it.

Will you back him

for me, dear?

Solario?

Not much, now.

Don't you want to come down

and see them in the paddock?

I think not.

I'm very comfortable here.

I think I should

stay too.

You're coming?

Yes, please.

Come on, then.

We'll see you later.

Ten bob each way on...

I can't pronounce it.

Well, if you really want

to chuck money away...

but I do, val.

That's what I came for.

There they go.

Last chance of a flutter,

uncle soames.

A what?

A bet.

Look, sir.

There's the favorite.

Where?

Rutherford's solario,

joe childs up.

That's the one.

What do you think of him?

Nice enough nag.

He'll should start

about evens.

I hope to god he bthe frenchman.

We want a cup or two

left in the country.

Frenchman?

What frenchman?

Priori the second.

Where?

There.

Damn fine horse.

Indeed, yes.

Well, jack, put me a fiver

on the englishman.

We've just got time

to see his from thels

before saddling rondavel.

Greenwater?

Hello, jon.

Hell fleur.

Did yopect

he y

n'

ke a

brave.

Must you say

that sort of thing?

Oh, small talk.

One has to say something.

Have you backed a horse?

Yes, yes.

Pons asinorum. You?

The french one, of course.

Of course.

Come on. Shall we get down

to the rails?

You've got anne

all day and all night.

Come with me for a change.

Excuse me.

I can't see mine anywhere.

Oh, lord, yes, there he is,

miles behind.

What's in front?

I think it's solario.

No, no, it's not.

It's that french beast!

Come on! Come on!

Whatever your name is!

Well done, that horse.

Oh! Bad luck, fleur.

Yours was second.

Did you back him each way?

No. For me,

it's all or nothing.

Yes. Yes, that's like you.

Well...

jon, shall we see

rondavel win from here?

Come on, jon, please.

I want to talk to you.

Have you found a place

to grow things yet?

Yes.

A place near wansdon,

greenhill farm.

Plenty of fruit,

a lot of grass, some arable.

If anne likes it, then...

yes, of course.

I've been thinking,

in spite of everything, we can be friends, can't we?

I hope so.

Can you spot rondavel?

Oh, look!There he is.

Green with a yellow sash.

Oh, yes, I've got him.

Val's horse won, dear.

Isn't that nice?

I'm tired.

There's too much

I'll go and wait in the car.

So you see, jon,

we don't have to worry, do we?

This isn't the romantic age.

Huh!

What do you mean by that?

Well, I think it's rot to talk

about ages being this or that.

I mean, human feelings remain the same.

Nothing's worth more than a tear or two.

I found that out.

But I forgot.

You hate cynicism.

Is anne still enjoying england?

Yes. Yes, she's loving it.

I expect she's picking up

english fast.

You don't like her.

Like her?

Jon, of course I do.

And here she is.

Hello, jon.

Did you see the race?

Yes, from the rails.

I say, val,

congratulations.

Oh, thanks. We got a shocking

price, only four to one.

Yes, someone must

have known something.

Devilish odd.

No stable money on.

Hello, julia.

Come along, darling.

We must get

together soon.

Yes, we'll do that,sometime

Goodbye, jon.

Goodbye, fleur.

Well done, val.

Bye-bye, fleur.

Hello, my darling.

Have you had a good day?

If you mean

did I win any money, no.

Oh, bad luck.

No, racing's all right.

It takes you

out of yourself.

That was the beauty

of the canteen.

Oh, michael,find me another job.

Oh, well, that's easy.

Joint secretary with me of the slums conversion fund.

Are they worth converting?

I think so.

All right.

You're tired,aren't you, fleur?

Yes.

Of me?

I should never tire of you,

Doesn't that mean

you'd never have a feeling so definite, fleur?

No, it means...

I know a good thing,and even a good person,

when I've got one.

Oh, if only one weren't so complex.

You're lucky, you're single-hearted.

It's the greatest gift.

Well, don't ever become too serious, will you, michael?

Oh, no.

After all,comedy's the real thing.

Darling...

I'm not happy.

Anne, why not?

Because fleur's in love with you.

I saw it at ascot.

I guess I'm old-fashioned.

That's all right.

So am I.

You mustn't stop loving me.

Oh, my darling. How could I?

Because men do.

And it's not the fashion to be faithful.

Bosh, darling. Fashion has nothing whatever to do with it.

And you did love her once .I know you did.

I wish you'd told me.

Oh, jon,I wish you'd told me.

Love me, jon. Love me.

She's still there, somewhere...

wanting you.

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