All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e25 Portrait of Fleur.eng

When a forsyte
decides to buy something,

it is part of his nature
to pretend he doesn't want it.

But when my father-in-law goes
to buy a picture,

he is caution personified.

In his opinion,
all modern painters

will be dead before he is.
So the fer thing to do

is to buy one of those
already dead,

and what's more, only those of
the dead who are sure to live.

My father in law is convinced

that morland is one of those,
and he's most probably right.

Oh, I was looking at the tail,

some good painting in that.

Yes, m forteof ce.

We've met before.
Yes, my grandfather bought it

from the painter.
There's a note on the back.

I don't want to part with it,
but these are lean years.

Would you like to see the back?

Oh, I always look at the back.
So do I. It's sometimes

the best part of the picture.
Will you give me a hand?

Yes.
There's just a hook...

ah, yes.
That's right.

Thank you.

You know, mr. Forsyte,

there's something
in the hereditary principle

when it comes
to the sale of heirlooms.

One knows the provenance.
Oh, yes, I dare say. But I can

see it's genuine without that.
"George morland

to lord george ferrar.
For value received,

80 pounds, 1797." Yes.

He came into the title later.

Hm?
- My grandfather, I mean.

Ah, yes.
I'm glad morland got his money.

Great rips, our grandfathers,
mr. Forsyte.

Days of great rips, those.

Oh, he was a great rip,
morland. But he could paint.

You know in those days, people
could buy with confidence.

They can't now.
Oh, not so sure.

Not so sure.
The electrification of art

may be a necessary process.
We're all moving,

mr. Forsyte, very fast.
Yes, well,

the pace doesn't matter,
as long as it leads somewhere.

You know,
it's astonishing how seldom

anyone says anything to me
of any interest.

Well, now. What do you think
would be a fair price?

Oh, well, why not

get another opinion?
- Oh, demetrius?

Oh, that haymarket man?
- Is his opinion better

than yours?
- That I can't say.

He'd probably value the picture
at five guineas and make

you an offer.
Well, I don't care for it to be

known that I'm selling pictures.

Well, I wouldn't want you

to get less than you might.
Now if I were to ask demetrius

to buy me a morland,
well, 500

would be my limit.
Well, shall we say six?

Oh, that would be
too generous, perhaps.

Five-fifty?
- Oh, we won't haggle. Six.

Now, you can have a check,
and I'll take it away with me.

It'll hang in my gallery

at mapledurham.
Well, I'm really obliged to you,

and I'm delighted to think it
will go to a good home.

Near the river, I believe.
Yes.

Have you your own
electric plant there?

Yes.

You know, if you hang those

still-lifes a little closer,
this won't be missed.

You think so?

So much
for my father-in-law,

efficient as ever.

But my other forsyte?
- Not so predictable.

When two people live together,
and one of them is in love,

he's bound to be sensitive
to the emotions of the other.

But fleur, restless,
was no new thing,

and what she
was really feeling,

she concealed as well from me
as from everyone else.

Oh. Oh, it's you.

Oh, come in.
Thank you.

I expected you last week.
Well, I've been rather busy.

I dare say.
Though what you find

to do all day... hm.
Jon and anne are in town.

Oh, harold's painting
a beautiful thing of her.

It'll be quite unique.
Well, what do you think of her,

now you've met?
- Anne?

A nice little thing.
Pretty too.

Jon's obviously devoted.

And mr. Blade?
- Oh!

Has he been bowled over?
- No, no, no.

Harold sees her merely
as a composition, you know.

In white.
Shades of whistler.

Hm?
- Oh. Now, fleur, if you wouldn't

mind waiting in here...
I have to go out,

something harold wants,
but I'll only be 10 minutes.

Then I'll take you in,
and he'll see you.

Well, I hope he'll approve.

I think he will.
You have got a sort of early

renaissance look,
although you're so modern.

Oh, good.
And if he does decide

to paint you,
you won't regret it.

Is soames coming?

I'll bring him.
Good.

Thank you.
You know, harold's the only man

doing real work just now.
It's lucky there is one.

That'll do. Take a rest.
Thanks. I can do with one.

Darling. Mm-hm?

Oh, sorry.

Well,
you exhausted?

Pretty tired.
But jon, you must

let him paint you too.
Oh, I don't know. Why?

Because then we can start
behaving like ancestors.

Oh, all right. Here.

Thank you.

Let's see.

Well...?

Well, here I am,

and where's val?
- Hm? He said it was important.

The traffic, dear.
But it must be important.

Val hates town.
Oh, has he still got

that young chap and his wife?
- What's her name?

Anne.
Yes, american, I believe.

Yes, they're still at wansdon.

Isn't he ever going

to do anything?
- Yes. Val tells me

he's found a farm.
A farm? In england?

What's he want to do that for?
- He's throwing his money away.

Do much better to go back
to america,

or try south africa.
At least his half-brother

died out there.
That would surely

be an odd reason.
But no, I don't believe

he'll leave england again.
After all, he has tried

america and canada.

Amateurs, all

the young forsytes.

How much has he got a year?

The same as holly and june,
about 2000

until his mother dies.
Oh, his mother.

You know, I remember when, yes,
a beggarly 50 pounds a year,

that's all she had,

and that was too much,
putting ideas into her head.

Now, soames.
Ah, there you are.

Hello, mother.
There you are,

lovely to see you.
I'm very glad to see you,

uncle soames.
Oh?

What's all this about?

This.

There you are, val, dear.

Have some coff
thank you, mother.

There you are.

Oh. Hmph.

Oh. Well, I've known impudence

in my time,
but this chap, stainford.

Well, what do you think
i should do?

Do?
- Tear it up.

What is it, dear?
- Is he asking for money?

What else? 50 pounds.

Stainford says he knows
something about rondavel.

Huh?
- Oh, you kn

oh, yes. Yes, yes, of course.
We won all that money on it.

Yes, but the starting price
was only four to one.

Now the colt's gone sick,
just before goodwood.

Something's wrong, and stainford
claims to know what.

Well, is that possible?
- Oh, yes. So I've asked him

to come here this afternoon.
Here? This afternoon?

Yes, because if I'm going
to see him,

I thought uncle soames
should be here

in case I make a fool of myself.
Yes, well, there's

something in that.
Oh, well, if you must have

him here,
then clear the room first.

Yes, and winifred, get smither
to hide the umbrellas.

Family portrait?

Uh, no, sir. That's a goya.

The devil it is.

Goy...
that's jewish for christian.

Female christian, what?

No,

it's the name
of a spanish painter.

No idea there
were any except velasquez.

He's dead, you know.

Yes, indeed.
Ga, these modern painters,

you know what I'd do?

I'd strangle the lot of them.

Oh, certainly, fanfield. But why
stick at modern painters, eh?

My dear boy, that was my shin.

I know.
Shall we get on with it, sir?

Oh, certainly.
Gentlemen? Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, I propose
that the squire takes the chair.

Will you second that, marquess?

Oh, by all means.
Good, well,

you sit over there, then.
Thank you.

Come along, sir timothy.

That is the existing scheme.

Here we are, marquess.
That's the existing scheme.

Now then, I won't beat

about the bush.
You all know as much about it

as I do,
which is precious little, if one

is to be perfectly honest.
The whole thing is the idea

of mr. Hilary charwell, here,
so I shall ask him

to explain it.
The slums are c-3 breeders, and

verminous into the bargain,

and anything that we can do

to abate this nuisance,

I, for one, should be

most happy to do.
Will you give tongue,

mr. Charwell?
- Thank you, squire.

Clergymen are bores by
definition, gentlemen,

- for two reasons.
- We're always wanting

- something.
- All we're trained to do

is talk.
Well, I'll tell you what I want

as briefly as possible.
The slums in our cities

are a national disgrace.
Hear, hear.

And there are only two ways
of dealing with that disgrace.

You can sweep
the whole lot away,

destroy every filthy hovel
in the land and start again.

The cost of that has been
estimated at 2000 million.

Where is it coming from?

Taxation?
- And how long would it take?

Exactly. The other way, now this
is what I am proposing,

is to induce people with capital
to invest it,

not merely the rich,
to invest it in

a general slum conversion fund,
and to affiliate every other

slum conversion society
at present existing, provided

they conforms to one principle,
namely that the inhabitants

shall not to be displaced.
What interest do you pay?

Two and a half percent, rising
to four as time goes on.

And what do you do
with the capital?

We buy up slum property as
cheaply as we can get it,

just as we've started
to do at the meads,

as you see
from these pieces of paper.

Then, house by house,
street by street...

you electrify them.
Yes, marquess, we do.

And we disinfest the walls,
re-floor the rooms,

give them decent plumbing
and hot water.

But hold on there. Doesn't
that mean a much higher rent?

You'd be surprised
how little more.

Less than a council flat.
And, gentlemen,

the people are not dispossessed.
What we aim to do is to

dispossess the slum landlords.
Dispossess them! I'd string

them up! I'd torture them!
Good lord,the committee meeting.

Ah, coaker, have they had tea?

Mr. Mont said half past four,
ma'am.

Ah, good. Well, then
i'll come down and pour out.

Is my father in?
- No, ma'am. He phoned to say he

was lunching at mrs. Dartie'S.
Oh, I see. Thank you.

It's that gentleman, sir.

The one that took
the you-know-what.

Yes, I know what.
Show him in, smither.

Very good, sir.

Mr. Stainford, sir.

Hello, stainford.

Brandy or whiskey?
- Brandy, thanks.

You wanted to see me.

My uncle here is my solicitor.
Yes, we have met.

Indeed, yes.
Well?

I'm sorry your colt's gone

amiss, dartie.
Now, how did you know that?

Exactly.
But before I tell you,

do you mind
giving me 50 pounds

and your word
that my name's not mentioned?

Now, how do I know that the
information's worth a penny?

Because of the fact
that I know about your colt.

You mean you know
where the leakage is?

Fifty pounds. Hm.

Is your information
of real value?

On my honor.
Hmph.

And if I buy it, can you
guarantee the leak will stop?

I doubt if there's
more than one.

Not yet...

first tell me your story.
Then if it sounds plausible,

you shall have the money.
I'm more trusting

than you are, dartie.
All right.

Get rid of a boy called sinnet.
He's the leak.

Sinnet!
I don't believe it.

That's a serious allegation.
Have you got proof?

Well?

"The colt's amiss all right.
He'll be no use at goodwood."

All right. But does that mean
he engineered it?

May I keep this?

If you'll promise
not to show it to him.

Very well.
Now, this is all very fishy.

Do you know sinnet's
handwriting?

Not yet.
Oh, now, hold on...

tell me,
did you get at sinnet the day

you came down to see me?

Don't let him go like that.

It's monstrous.

It's funny.

Damn funny.
Funny?

I don't know
what things are coming to.

Well,
he got 50 of the best out

of me, but it was worth it.
Sinnet, one of my best men.

To corrupt one of your men and
then get you to pay him for it.

Ah, that's what tickles me.

Well, it doesn't tickle me.
And what use it was

having me here, I...
the fellow ought

to be shot.
Tell your mother

i've gone round to fleur'S.

No tea, sir timothy?

Tea? Never touch
the stuff.

Chap who invented tea
should have been hamstrung.

Well, what about
a whiskey and soda then, sir?

Not before sundown.
You ought to know that.

Do you think it'll go?
- Probably.

We're a rum old lot,
and no mistake.

But hilary here has
a persuasive tongue.

Well, gentlemen,

shall we continue?

I'll see you afterwards.

You know what we talked about?
- Yes.

Well, I think I've got it.
Good for you.

Yes.

Now then.
We've all agreed that

we want to form this fund.
And we've all had a look

at the draft appeal
got out by mr. Hilary charwell

here.

We can discuss it if you wish,

but time's getting on,
gentlemen.

And I think it fills the bill.

What do you say, shropshire?
- Oh, admirable, I'd say,

with one exception.
Not sufficient stress

on electrifying the kitchens.
I want something that will make

slum landlords sit up.
We're here to twist their tails,

aren't we, damn it?
- The appeal's too mild.

Well, what do you suggest then,
fanfield?

Well, I have a note here.

"We record our conviction
that anyone who owns slum

property ought to be shot."

Now hold hard.
These gentlemen...

no, no, no. That won't do.

Why not, eh? Why not?
- All sorts of respectable people

own slum property.
Syndicates. Dukes. Widows.

Even the church, eh, charwell?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Well, then. We can't go calling
them gentlemen

and saying they ought
to be shot. Oh, it won't do.

Might we not word it like this?

"We much regret that those who
own slum property

"are not more alive

to their responsibilities

to the community at large."

Community at large, my foot.

Don't you think we ought
to have a lawyer here

to tell us exactly
how far we can go?

Yes, mont. I do think so.
Well, what about

my father-in-law?
- He's staying here at present.

And I dare say he'd advise us,
if we asked him.

Old forsyte, just the man.
I think we ought to have him

on the committee, squire.
Forsyte? By all means,

a steady brain.
He bought my morland,

don't you know?
- Gave me a decent price for it

too, or I shouldn't be here.
Well, let's co-opt him then.

A lawyer's always useful.
I'll see if he's in, sir.

Good.
What's going on here?

Something to do with the slums,
sir, I believe.

Oh. Well, don't put my hat
with that lot.

Ah, well met, sir.

Huh?
- The very man we need.

Indeed? Why?
- My slum committee are just

drafting their appeal
to the public, and they'd be

awfully glad of your help, sir.
Oh, what can I do?

Well, as a law
you could check the allusions

to slum landlords.
In case of libel, sir?

Libel? Oh, we don't want
anymore of that.

Well, exactly.
In fact, if it wouldn't

bore you terribly,
I think they'd like to co-opt

you onto the committee, sir.
Oh, they would, would they?

Who are they?
- Oh, it's a good collection.

There's the marquess
of shropshire, you know him.

My father.
Sir timothy fanfield.

A lot of titles.
Is this a wildcat thing?

Oh, lord, no, sir.
Oh, all right. I'll come

and have a look at them.
Good.

I think you'll find them
a quite respectable lot.

Yes, of course, you know this
isn't quite my line of country.

Well, forsyte,

this is a pleasure.
Let me introduce you

to our chairman,
mr. Wilfred bentworth.

Mr. Soames forsyte.
Mr. Forsyte.

Good of you to join us.
Glad to see you.

Very glad indeed.
Now, then. If you'll be so good,

just cast your eye over this.

As a lawyer, mr. Forsyte, you
can help us a great deal.

We want you to join us on this
committee to keep us straight.

Check our fire-eaters,

like fanfield there.

Yes... yes, with the hearty

cooperation of the slum owners,

much might be accomplished.

We do not wish to hold them up
to the execration of anyone.

Well, if you don't, you don'T.
But why say so?

Exactly.
Precisely my own view.

Yes, and that word "execration",
that's a very strong word.

Too strong. It's most valuable
to have you on the committee,

mr. Forsyte.
Oh, not at a

well, I'm not sure
that I'm coming on yet.

Look here, sir. Do you mean
to say we can't use

an inoffensive word
like execration,

when we know they
ought to be shot?

You could use it if you like,
but not with me

or any other man of judgment
on the committee.

Hear, he
then we'll pass that clause

without those words.
Agreed?

Well, that's that.
I don't think

there's anything more.
I must be going.

One moment, mr. Chairman.
Yes, mr. Montross?

I know more about these people
than any of you here.

I started life in the slums,
and I tell you something.

Suppose you get some money.

Suppose you convert
some streets.

Will you convert those people?

No, gentlemen, you won'T.

Their children, mr. Montross,
their children.

I have nothing against
the appeal, mr. Charwell,

but I am a self-made man
and a realist.

And I know what

we are up against.
I shall put some money

into the scheme,
but I want you to know that I do

so with my eyes open.

Capital, capital.

So do we all, I hope.
Well, mr. Forsyte,

are you joining us?
- Oh, well, I'll go into

the matter and let you know.

Well, thank you

very much, gentlemen.
Squire. Squire, you can leave

all this to me, sir.
Printing the appeal, and so on.

I'll get a draft copy around
to the members

before the next meeting.
I'm obliged. Now when do you

think that should be?
- Oh, I should think next week.

A goya, I think, and a good one.

Yes.
Didn't it once belong

to burlingford?
- Yes.

Yes, I bought
that from burlingford

when he sold
his pictures in 1910.

I thought so.
Poor fellow.

He got very rattled, I remember,
over the house of lords bill.

But you see, they haven't

abolished us yet.
Yeah, they're a dilatory lot

in parliament.
Just as well, perhaps.

It leaves them leisure

for repentance.

Look, uncle hilary, don't go.
Wait and see fleur.

She's got a scheme
that might interest you.

By all means.
Good, splendid.

Leisure! Leisure for repentance.
Ha ha ha! Oh!

Your hat, sir.

Thank you, thank you, my dear.
What's your name?

Coaker, my lord.
Coaker? There, now.

Coaker. Stoker.
Pittman. Collier.

Good old names in their day.

But out of date,
as antiquated

as bowyer and fletcher.
When you get married, coakman,

take my advice,
marry john electrician,

he's the man of the future.

Make no mistake about that.

Well, good day to you all.
Good day, marquess.

Good day.
Good day, sir. And thank you.

Good day, my dear.
Coaker, ask my wife to join us

in the dining room, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Come along, uncle hilary.
I think we could all

do with a drink.

I don't know that we've

actually met before.
My name is charw

spelt "charwell"
and originally "keroual."

On the good old
english principle

of confusing the foreigner.
Ah.

I don't know whether you've made
up your mind, forsyte,

but if you do join us,
I'll be delighted.

Yes, well, as I said,
this isn't really my line.

I'd have to sign the appeal,
I suppose.

Oh, with the rest of us, yes.

And that would get
into the papers,

I shouldn't wonder
is that so awful?

In a good cause?
- Well, they'll think I've taken

leave of my senses.
Who will, sir?

Well, the family, of course.
Oh.

Oh, there you are, fleur.
Hello.

My dear.
Well, uncle hilary,

how did it go?
- A good start, I think.

Good.
Now. What about this scheme

of yours?
- Scheme? What scheme?

Well, shall I tell them,
michael?

Or w
well, I'll start,

but you can finish.
Thank you.

Thank you, fleur.
Dad?

Oh, thank you, my dear.
Thank you, michael.

Well, now,
running this canteen, you see,

has given fleur
the taste for power.

No, it's true. She made
a first-rate job of it.

Yes, I heard about that.
So after we both came down to

see you at the meads last week,
she decided to start a, well,

I suppose you'd call it
a rest house.

A what?
- A place in the country.

Uh, somewhere for working girls,
oh, you know, uncle hilary,

to come for a few days.
Rest and fresh air.

About eight at a time,
we thought.

- That's excellent.
- Think they'll come?

Oh, I'm sure they wi
well, I've been seeing agents,

and today,
michael, I think I've got it.

Where?
- Dorking. It's near box hill,

it's quite big enough, very
quiet and the air's marvelous.

Splendid.
But... hold on. Who's going

to pay for all this?
- Oh, fleur wants to do

that herself, sir.
Oh. Oh, well, that shows

you're serious.
Oh, yes. Yes, I am.

Well, I can manage all
the living expenses

perfectly well myself,
including staff.

A man and his wife.
But, well, I was wondering

if you'd stump up
for rent and rates.

Stump up? How much?

Only 200 a year.
Well, I...

oh, duckie, when you think
of the good we can do.

It is worth doing, sir.
These girls work 10 hours a day

in factories and sweatshops.
And they live

in a bug-infested slum.
Well, all right, yes, very well.

Good for you, sir.
Only, as for these young ladies,

well, don't let me
see them, that's all.

You won't regret this, forsyte.
Money spent

in the best possible way.
Michael, I must go.

Yes? I'll see you out.
Goodbye, fleur.

Well done.
Thank

goodbye, forsyte.
And thank you.

Very plausible chap, that.

But then, I suppose
he has to be.

Oh, by the way, what about
this young painter

june's got hold of?
- I thought you wanted me

to see his work.
Yes, if you like. Well...

I'm not too keen, but michael
wants a portrait of me.

Yes, quite right.

When do you want to go?
- Sometime next week,

say tuesday.
Yes.

Well, I think I'll go up
and change, huh?

Well, let's hope the fellow
can paint, that's all.

And same to you.

Will val be here for dinner?

No. I persuaded him to stay
the night in town.

And he takes some persuading,
I can tell you.

It's strange, isn't it?

When one thinks of his father,
the complete man about town.

Poor winifred.

She had a lot to put up
with one way and another.

Oh, but she adored him,
didn't she?

Yes. Yes, I think she did.

And val...

how lucky he was to meet you.

Nonsense.
Not at all.

But you were lucky too, holly,
because if jo...

if your father hadn't been
what he was...

if he'd really
been a forsyte...

oh, I know.

He was wonderful.

Yes.

Irene.

Yes?
- If jon decides to buy greenhill,

or any other farm,
will you live with them?

No, that wouldn't do at all.
What will you do?

I've been thinking about it.
I may go to live in paris.

Paris?
- Mm.

But why paris?

Because I like it.

I have friends there, you know.
And jo once said to me when we

were there, "paris suits you."

He was right too.

It does.
But it's so far away and

you'd be all alone.
I shall come over often

to stay with jon and anne.
Oh, and with us.

Of course, dear.
But irene,

look... why don't you
settle here at wansdon.

Oh, val and i
would both like it.

You know we should.
Take a little flat in paris,

of course, if you want to,
go there whenever you wish.

But make this your home.
And you'll be near enough

to greenhill to see anne and jon
whenever you wanted to,

but not...
but not near enough

to be a nuisance?

It's a happy thought, holl

and it's like you
to think of it.

Oh, seriously, irene.
Val and I have talked this over,

you know, and we're agreed.
So you needn't think

it's just me.
We both want you.

May I think about it?

Well, of course, but I do hope...
they're back.

Now, what's the news, I wonder?

Well?

We've been and gone and done it.
Settle for greenhill?

Yes.
Oh! Jon, I'm so glad.

Well done.

Jon, oh, that's splendid.

Well, when do you move in?
- The end of september.

Is there much to be done?
- Oh, a tremendous amount.

Especially to the house.
But that's my province,

and am I looking forward to it.
So, jon, it's england

from now on.
Yes. I'm not going to play

at things any longer.
I've played twice.

This time I'm going all out.
But you weren't playing

in north carolina.
Well, not exactly, but...

well, this is different.
Somehow it didn't

matter out there.
I mean, what are peaches,

anyway?
- Here it does, it matters a lot.

I mean to make things pay.
Well, I never thought I'd hear

you say that.
Well, paying's the only proof.

I'm going to go in for tomatoes,
onions, asparagus.

I shall work the arable

for all it's worth,
and if I get any more land,

I will.
Bully for you.

Jon, what energy.
Oh, it's terrifying, isn't it?

But there's one thing
that I've made him promise.

Oh, what's that?
- To have his portrait done.

By june's new genius?
- Yes.

Mine's finished, you know.
And we both like it.

So jon's agreed to go and sit
there once a week now,

because once we start
at greenhill,

I just know he never will.
Oh, jon, this

is marvelous news...
yes.

Yes, it's ve
he's got her to the life.

Don't you think so, fleur?
- Mm, I agree.

Yes.
Oh, I say, look here,

isn't this...?
- Anne forsyte, jon's wife.

Do you like it?

Is it finished?
- Yes. It's going down

to them in the morning.
Ah. Yes, yes, it's quite clever.

Oh, the lily's excellent.
Daddy, look.

June's new refugee.
Good, isn't it?

Yes, quite recognizable.
Yes, well, it'S...

not at all bad.

Very kind of you to say so.

Yes, well, you want
to paint my daughter.

What's your figure?

A hundre

wha...? That's steep,
for these days.

You're a young man. You...

oh, well, however,
if you make a good job of it.

You've seen my work.
Well, I dare say. But you think

all your geese are swans.
I never met a painter yet who didn'T.

Well, you won't keep

her sitting too long, I hope.
She's busy.

That's settled, then.

Good.

Well, goodbye.
Goodbye.

Fleur.
I have to go, don't bother to...

yes, I'm going around

to your aunt'S.
Old gradman's meeting me there.

Are you going to come?
- Thanks, duckie, but I'm going

to sloane square,
there's a sale there.

You know, things
for the rest house.

Ah.
Thank you.

Well, you can arrange the

sittings to suit yourself.

Then you liked him?

Oh, better than you'd think
from the look of him.

He's a forbidding chap.
A painter has to be like that.

Otherwise people might
think he's cadging.

Yes, I suppose
there's something in that.

Well, if you won't

let me give you a lift.
No, thanks, duckie,

I need the walk.
All right, my dear.

Look after yourself, will you?
- And don't go overdoing things.

Hello, june.

So you weren't out.
Of cou

i just didn't want
to see your father.

Now, what have you
come back for?

Well, we forgot to arrange
the first sitting.

Oh, we'll ask harold.
Thank you.

I'm so glad soames agreed.

The price is nominal,
of course...

I liked the thing
he's done of anne.

Exquisite, isn't it?
- And jon?

Yes. Anne
finally persuaded him.

Oh, they'll make
a splendid pair.

He's coming every morning
for a week.

Not nearly enough, really.
Harold ought to have

a fortnight...
oh, june, excuse me,

could we change that?
- Get jon to come

in the afternoons.
I suppose I might.

Why?
- Well, you see, the mornings are

really the only time for me.
I go down to dorking most

afternoons.
I told you, the rest house.

Oh, yes.
Though what people want

to rest for, I don't know.
All right, I'll telephone jon.

Good.

What should I wear?
- Oh, we'll, ask harold.

Harold, what do you want
mrs. Mont to wear?

Gold and silver.

Extraordinary.
Oh, fleur, he's seen

through you at once.
Your gold and silver room.

Harold, how did you?
- I happen to have

an old folly dress,
it's gold and silver,

with bells.
A folly!

I haven't worn it
since I was married.

The very thing, if it's pretty.
Oh, it is.

Some are hideous.
Oh, no, and it makes

a charming sound.
Well, I can't paint that.

No, but you could
suggest it, harold,

like leonardo.

Leonardo?
- Oh, well, I know

he's not exactly your...

no makeup on your face.

Oh?
- No.

I prefer to do
the paintwork myself.

So you see, gradman,
I've been thinking.

Well, if anything should happen
to me, or to you,

things would soon be
in queer street.

Oh, we won't think about that.
Oh, we must, gradman,

we're neither of us young men.
Well, I'm not a chicken,

but...
well, you're no age,

mr. Soames.
Seventy-one.

Dear me,

well, it seems only the other
day I took you down

to preparatory school at slough.

I remember those days better
than yesterday.

Yes, so do I, gradman.

And that's a sign of age.

Do you recollect that young chap

who came and told me
about elderson?

Oh, yes, yes, nice young fellow.

Buttermilk, or some such name.

Butterfield.
Oh, 'field.

Yes.
Well, I've decided to put him

under you at the office,

I want you to get him au fait

with everything.
Well, it seems like going

to meet trouble.
I'm quite up to the work.

Oh, I know how you feel,
gradman.

I feel much
the same myself, but,

well, we...

time doesn't stand still
for anyone,

and we have to look
to the future.

None of us live forever.
Aye.

Well, mr. Soames.
You've made up your mind,

there's no more to be said.

But I don't like it.

I don't like it at all.
Well, that fellow riggs...

the car's outside.
He'll drive you to your station.

Thank you just the same,
mr. Soames,

but I'd rather walk, thank you.
I like the air.

Are you going,

mr. Gradman?
- Have a glass of port

before you do. No?
- Thank you, no,mrs. Dartie.

Good evening.

Good evening, mr. Gradman.

Soames, he's very upset.

Yes.

Well, he's a faithful old chap.

I thought I'd drop
in at polkington's,

get him a bit of plate,
rose-bowl or some such.

Yes, indeed.

I'll have it engraved.
To joseph gradman, in gratitude

from the forsyte family,

something like that?

Something like that, yes.

Silver, about 40 guineas.

That would do very well, dear.

Our grandfather,

now there was a character.

Superior dosset.
Imagine being

called superior dosset.
Oh, we've come

a long way from that.
Yes, I dare say.

But what have we gained,
winifred? Hm?

What have we lost?

Would you like a rest?

Oh, goodness, yes.

Well, may I look?

There's nothing to look at yet.

Oh, I don't know.

Am I a good sitter?

Not bad.

What about my cousin jon?

No, he takes no interest.

Got something
on his mind, probably.

Well, he's a poet, you know.

Poet?
- Yes.

Nonsense.
His head's the wrong shape.

Too much jaw, for one thing.

Don't you find him
an attractive subject?

Well, I paint anything,
pretty or ugly as sin.

Look at rafael's pope.

Did you ever see a better

portrait, or an uglier man?
- Ugliness isn't attractive,

but it's there.
That's obvious.

I state the obvious.
People have got

so far away from the obvious
that a platitude startles them.

And nothing else does.

Mm. Interesting.

Of course, the platitude's
got to be stated with force

and clarity.

Do you know, I met a man last
night who said he's spent

four years writing
22 lines of verse

that no one could understand?
- How's that for tripe, eh?

But it'll make him quite
a reputation

until someone else writes 22
lines in five years

with even less meaning.

The smart boys' ideal poet is
a chimpanzee with a typewriter.

Yes, talk's the thing nowadays,

though I must say, your cousin
doesn't talk much.

Silence is quite a quality.

Meaning that I haven't
got it, eh?

Well, you're wrong.
I once went a fortnight

without opening my mouth.

She really got worried.

I don't think you're
very kind to her.

I can't afford to be.

She's after my soul.
Like all women, they're not

content with their own.

Come on.

Perhaps they haven't got any.

The mohammedan view.

Ah, there something in that.
A woman's always

after the soul of a man,

or the child.

Men are content
with wanting bodies.

Yes.

Well...

I'm more interested in your
theory of platitudes, mr. Blade.

Strikes home, eh?

I wasn't being personal.
No?

Head a little more to the right.
That's it.

What platitude
will my portrait express?

Oh, don't you worry.
There'll be one, all right.

Character will out.
Yes.

And my cousin's wife?

Oh, god, w

yeah, t her right.

She throws back to something.
Irish, perhaps, or breton.

A touch of the nymph.
She was brought up

in the backwoods, I believe.
Ah, you don't like the lady?

Certainly, I do.

And my cousin,
what's his platitude to be?

Conscience.

That chap will go far
on the straight and narrow.

What a dreadful prophecy.

True, though.
He's got a conscience,

all right.
He worries.

Yes, the whole questn
inhence aamn nuance.

All I can leave michael

is a few hundred acres of land
that he doesn't want.

Yes, and nobody
else wants either.

Thank you.
Port, bart?

Oh, thank you.

What'll you do with

your pictures, forsyte,
when you take the ferry?

What?
- Leave them to the nation?

Oh, well, it depends
on how they treat me.

If they clap me on anymore death
duties, I'll revoke the bequest.

The principle
of our ancestors, eh?

Voluntary service
or nothing at all.

Good fellows, our ancestors.

I don't know about yours,
but mine were only...

thank you, my dear.
Only dorset farmers,

yeomen.

Matter of fact,

I've decided to go down
and have a look at them.

Good idea, daddy.
When?

The day after tomorrow.
Oh, would you, you wouldn't care

to come along, would you?
- Well, I'd love to, but, well,

what with my portrait,
and the rest house, you know.

Ah, yes, yes.
How's that venture going?

Very well, bart.
The first batch of girls

are installed
and they seem to like it.

Aren't they difficult?
- No, quite model.

Uncle hilary and I packed them
into the train at charing cross.

He wasn't wearing
his dog collar,

and the guard took a very hard
look at us.

I think he suspected
white slavery.

Michael, don't be so absurd.
No, I assure you.

I felt quite guilty.
Well, I must be going.

There's a division at 9:00
and the whips are on.

Well, I'll walk down with you,
if I may.

All right, bart.
Will you excuse me, fleur?

Oh, how's kit?
- Splendid, thank you.

Well, goodbye, my dear.
Good night, bart.

And thank you.

Thank you.
Good night, forsyte.

Oh, good night.
I shan't be late, darling.

Good night, darling.

How long will you be away?

It's only 300 miles.
I should be back

on the third day,
that's if that fellow riggs

doesn't lose the road
or run out of petrol.

I was wondering if you'd like
to take kit and his nurse down

with you as far as mapledurham?

Yes, yes, if you wish.
He does love it so there

in the fine weather,
and we can't get away to the sea

until parliament rises.
Oh, well, perhaps I'd better

postpone my visit.
No, duckie.

No need for that.
Oh, very well.

I'll join you
at the weekend.

Yes, and bring michael.
He could do with a bit of fresh

air, I shouldn't wonder.

What are you going to do

with your portrait
when it's finished?

Well, it'll be yours.
Mine?

Well, yes, I know, but,
you'll hang it here.

Michael will want it.
Well,

I expect he'll put it
in the drawing room.

Oh, I'm wearing my
old follies dress,

you know, silver and gold.

Oh, yes, I remember.

Yes, the thing with bells.
Yes.

Yes.
I think all that part

of it's rather good.
What, not the face?

Well, perhaps.

I don't like painters.

They see too clearly.

Well, that's what
they're paid to do.

Mind you, if he doesn't...
hasn't done you justice,

I shan't take it.
The rafaelite will have

something to say about that.
So will june.

Yes, I dare say.
Have they... has he sent that

picture of that young woman
away yet?

Jon's wife?
- Yes.

Oh, yes, ages ago.

Hm, your cousin val

telephoned me this morning.

He's had his name

forged on a check.
Yes, that scoundrel stainford.

Some people have got
no moral sense at all.

Common honesty,
it used to be the best policy,

but now... I don't know.
Isn't that just

old victorian bromide?
- Victorian?

Where'd you get
that notion from?

Well, if it's
only the best policy,

there can't be
much virtue in it.

Yes, I suppose you think of me
as an old victorian too, huh?

Well, aren't you, duckie?
- You had 46 years of her.

Well, I've had 25
without her,

and I hope to have a few more.

Many, many.

Can't expect that.
Yes. Anyway, on monday you'll be

down among the old georgians.

Oh.

Yes, they say there's
an old church out down there.

I might find
an inscription or two.

Yes, that reminds me, I've

bought the corner bit
in the churchyard

at mapledurham.

It'll do me as well as anything.

Strange sound the town makes at night.

When you think of it,

it's made up of the sounds
of millions of people

all leading
their different lives.

Yes, except we're
all going one way.

Oh, we're not going any way.

There's only pace.

No.
There must be direction too.

Change, of course,
but that's all.

For better or worse,

but that's direction in itself.

Perhaps. But only to the edge,

michael, then... whoops.
Over we go.

The gadarene swine?

That's one name for us.
No, you mustn't think that.

Oh, I'll admit
we're on a tightrope,

but there's
still common sense.

Common sense?

Well, what use is that
in the face of passion?

I thought you were all

for common sense.
Anyway, fleur,

what passion?
- The passion to know,

or the passion to have?

Both of them.

They rule the present age,
michael, and I'm a child of it.

You're not.

I'm not so sure.

Anyway, fleur, if there's

anything particular...

you want to know,

or to have...

I'd like you to tell me.

Only the moon.

Only the moon, michael.

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