All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga S01E01 Episode 1

WOMAN:
Evening, sir.

How is she?

( whispers ):
She's still hot,

but she's sleeping.

( whispers ):
That's something.

I believe
there is no danger, sir.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN:
How is she?

Much the same.

I still don't think
the doctor, though, do you?

No, though we should
not go out,

all the same.

What,
neither of you?

No, I'll, um...

I'll write them
a line.

That's a poor do.

They might be that side,

but they're still family.

You can carry the flag, Dad.

Through the valley of death.

( chuckles, amused )

MAN:
Well, I hope you know what you're doing, playing Cupid--

introducing our Winifred
to that Dartie fellow.

Is he a good sort?

Yes, he is, Uncle.

At least all the ladies
think so.

( horse whinnies )

Courage, mon brave.

They'll adore you.

Dartie.

Soames.

Come, Monty.

You won't possibly
remember everyone,

but Ann's the eldest,
and that's her in the plum.

DARTIE:
Clinging to your brother.

She dotes on him.

Juley's in the green gage,
and Hester's the apricot.

I'm exhausted
already.

Ripe, old fruits.

Mmm, but Ann's top aunt--
likes it known.

Plum, eldest, plum.

Mr. Dartie, do come
and meet Winifred's aunts.

I've had the briefing,
Mrs. Forsyte.

Done the green grocer's.

( giggles )

WOMAN:
Of all people, it's Soames

who should carry on
the family name.

Cart before
the horse.

What are your thoughts
about a wife, Soames?

None as yet,

but I assure you,
Cousin George,

you'll be the first
to hear.

That one will
chime in.

I'm sorry,
Aunt Ann.

Find yourself a wife,
Soames, dear.

WOMAN:
Young Jolyon

has sent a very kind
apology, Jolyon.

I so hope it's not serious.

Oh,
serious?

Oh, their little girl is ill.

Oh, dear,
dear, dear.

A slight
fever.

Nothing to
worry about.

WOMAN:
You must be worried, Jolyon.

Children all over
dying of diphtheria.

JOLYON:
A slight fever.

Children
get fevers.

I don't know why
that means they couldn't come.

The governess
is there.

People worry too much.

Very attractive,
their governess.

June dotes on her.

Oh, she does.

Is she French?

I think you can go
out now, after all.

It's, um,
rather late now.

It's my cousin's
engagement party.

It's a bit awkward
to turn up at this hour.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, I don't
really mind it.

And Mrs. Forsyte,
she will be upset?

I... I don't think
your mistress

particularly minds,
either.

Are you happy,
Helene?

We... we do so want you
to be happy.

Yes...

which, of course, I am.

June is improving.

Will you go up to her?

Not just yet.

Why?

I don't wish to see
Miss Hilmer at present.

Why not?

Because, quite frankly,
she irritates me.

Whenever I see her,

she appears on the brink
of a spiritual collapse.

She wasn't born
for a servant's life.

She's not
a servant.

Oh, come, Frances!

What else is
a governess...

when all is said?

WOMAN:
The Reverend Scoles said in his sermon last Sunday,

"What shall it profit a man

"if he gain
his own soul

and lose all
his property?"

Which is fine if you're Scoles,
as he has no property.

( group laughing )

( clears throat )

Ladies and, um,
gentlemen.

( tapping )

Look out--
a speech.

DARTIE:
On this auspicious occasion,

I would like to...

Well, the point is Winifred.

God bless her, but
she's the finest filly

I've ever
clapped eyes on.

Monty.

I won't spare her
blushes.

She is, ladies and gentlemen.

More than that, she has breeding
and pedigree...

MAN:
Hear, hear.

Was he brought in settlement?

Jolyon.

DARTIE:
...to be my wife.

Further, my future
father-in-law,

thank you, sir, for welcoming me

into your family.

It's your daughter.

My dear parents would
have rejoiced, sir,

to join the name of Forsyte
to that of Dartie.

Proud as you like, sir.

And so, ladies
and gentlemen,

may I propose
a toast

to Miss Winifred
Forsyte.

ALL:
Winifred.

JOLYON:
And what are the Darties?

WOMAN:
Unfortunately, dead.

Morning, Mr. Soames.

Morning.

Morning,
sir.

Morning,
Mr. Soames.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

Morning,
Mr. Soames, sir.

Mr. James in,
Gradman?

Yes, in your office

and with
a slight dyspepsia, I would say, sir.

Good morning, Father.

Good morning.

I'm not sure
about that mutton.

Emily will get Welsh.

Now, then, this Dartie--
what do you think?

Good-looking fellow,
knows his mind.

Seems plausible
enough.

He's spirited,
talks well.

He's bringing nothing.

Well, it's not his fault
his parents died, I suppose.

Winifred's fond.

What are you settling on her?

I think 10,000,
to be increased with children.

More?

Less?

Outright?

And you think not outright.

Well, for life, then.

Not for life, even.

You're worried about him.

You question his nature.

( crowd casually conversing )

DARTIE:
When one looks around the park, Freddie,

one can't help thinking
about your family...

all your uncles and
aunts dotted around.

( Winifred giggles )

Feels as if,
between them,

they own half
of London.

WINIFRED:
I think they almost do.

Dashed bad luck
in our family.

All I need
is a bit of cash

to start me off,

and you'll see,
Freddie,

your family will own
one half of London,

and I'll own
the other.

Is that what will
happen, Monty?

Once your papa
coughs up.

The way I see it,
it's not so much

what James's money
will bring to me,

it's what I'll bring
to James's money.

Daddy's not settling
on me, Monty.

What?

No.

We're... we're
to find a house,

which he'll rent
for us,

and, um, I'll get
an allowance.

But as for
a basic settlement,

it's no go,
I'm afraid.

I don't understand.

I'm afraid
that's the case.

But... what...
I mean to say...

( sighing )

Well,
don't be upset.

What is it?

He doesn't trust me?

What's the game?

But we will have
a house.

Which he'll rent,
so it's not ours.

Yes.

How's a fellow
to make his way in the world?

I know.

It's a bit thick,
old girl.

Are you very
furious?

It's not what a fellow expects.

YOUNG JOLYON:
The trick is to just draw, you see.

No, I can't do it.

Anybody can do it.

Children are the best artists.

They just draw
straight from the soul.

It's easy.

I'd be flattered if you drew me.

( giggles )

I'd be flattered.

( giggling )

June, are you coming?

Hello, Dad.

I thought you were out.

No.

I wasn't.

We'll pick up on these later.

That woman should go.

YOUNG JOLYON:
I've done nothing!

And if somebody
has accused me,

that somebody

is the most
despicable liar!

Who is it?

Nobody has
accused you.

Is there something
to accuse you of?

I swear
there is not.

A governess.

If you mean that I show
the young lady respect

and consideration,
then, yes,

I stand accused
of that.

She should go.

She has nowhere
to go.

Why should she go?

Can you say

that your behavior towards her
has been beyond reproach?

Yes.

Good.

That's why she should go...

before there is something
to question.

Will you tell her
to leave?

Frances, what reason
can I give?

( door opens )

Your reason is that
I'm asking you.

She does not need
a reason.

( door opens )

Um...

I've... I've been
asked to let you go.

( breathes heavily )

Oh.

I'm not surprised.

I wasn't born

for this kind of life.

I know I can be
resentful sometimes,

but I never expected to find
myself in this situation.

The quality
of your work

is not in question.

Oh.

I see.

I hope Mrs. Forsyte will
provide me with a character.

You don't
understand.

There's been
an implication

that my conduct
towards you

has been improper.

And I've... I've denied
any impropriety,

which as you know, has...
has been the case.

In my mind,
I'm guilty

of the grossest
misconduct.

( breathes heavily )

I believe that misconduct
can only happen

where there's no love.

Well, that's
my belief.

( door closes )

Whatever was
between you, Jolyon,

I'm prepared to ignore.

We will not talk about it,

and we will go on
as if nothing had happened.

Until this evening,
nothing had happened.

What?

Be careful.

Please be careful.

Frances,
I am... truly sorry.

I am leaving you.

We married in haste.

I am not prepared
to discuss this

in front of a servant.

There is
no servant here.

You don't know
what you're saying.

Frances, is there
love between us?

Is there passion?

We have a daughter.

June will do well.

You are
an excellent mother.

Do you intend to leave her, too?

How could I take
her from you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Why have you
brought her in here?!

I would give anything
not to be cruel.

I feel more for Helene

than I have
ever felt for you.

That is such
a disgusting thing to say.

But you feel
nothing for me.

We can at least have
honesty and respect.

The master and the governess.

I love him.

FRANCES:
You love him,

and yet you say there's
been nothing between you.

Yes.

I cannot believe it.

HELENE:
Until tonight,

there has been nothing
between us except...

Except?!

A recognition.

What do you mean?

We recognized...

there is a bond
existing between us.

Is it really so easy?

What do you mean?

Is that
all it takes?

A recognition?

We must be honest.

You never wanted me.

Of course, I wanted you!

But how can one show it

when one is certain
to be rejected?!

Don't touch me!

( sobbing )

I need you
to leave me, Jolyon.

I will stay at my club.

Frances,
I am so sorry.

It was not your fault.

There was
no recognition.

( men murmuring )

Hello, Dad.

I'll say this
the once:

You knew Frances
four months

before you married her,

and that was on
the rebound from Chloe.

You've known this woman
for... for how long, six months, yeah?

And you'll throw out
everything for her,

your wife,
your child, your home?

And in a couple of years,

you'll see another
pretty petticoat,

and you'll be
doing it again.

You're susceptible, Jo.

You need to know that
and to fight it.

It's not like that.

If you have
these sort of leanings,

there are ways
you can deal with them.

You know what
I'm talking about.

You married for life...

to a very
good person.

And you're breaking her heart.

I know.

And little June?

What do you know
about this woman?

Huh?

I know what
I feel for her.

Oh, silly!

Silly...
silly fellow.

Now, if you force me to choose,
you'll be on your own.

I won't run with the hare
and hunt with the hounds.

I'm reducing your
allowance, 300 a year.

No.

What do you
mean, "No"?

You'll get
what you're given.

I want nothing.

You must give it
to Frances.

How will you live?

Well, I'll work
for a living--

probably do me good.

You'll go
to the damn dogs.

Well, I hope not.

Don't do this, my boy.

The whole world will know.

She's your governess--
think of the scandal.

I'm sorry, Dad.

That's it, then.

My house is barred to you, boy.

Simple as that--
I can't see you.

I've lost you, sir.

MAN:
Good-bye, Miss Hilmer.

HELENE:
Good-bye, Parfitt.

JOLYON:
Why is Miss Hilmer still here, Parfitt?

The carriage
is to take her

to her lodgings, sir.

No, you can get her a cab.

And take those things
out of the hall.

There's a servants' entrance,
or had you forgotten?

Very good, sir.

Good-bye, sir.

MAN:
It's hardly at its best in this weather, Forsyte.

This'll do.

( sighs )

Watch where you tread.

Mmm, rustic spot.

Fine view, though.

Smell that air.

Now, we construct a road

right the way down
to the river's edge,

and the first of the houses
will be down there.

Then we build
right up to here.

There'll be room for
eight houses in all,

leaving enough of
the woodland to retain a country feel.

Will people live here?

One day, Forsyte, you
may care for a country house yourself.

In Bournemouth?

My estimation is £15,000
in site fees alone.

Well, I'll need
to have a good look at the figures first.

What do you think
of the scheme?

I mean, if
the figures add up...

which they will?

At
81/////2%?

It's a trend-- people
are moving out of the towns.

I'll show you
the plans tomorrow.

My wife's holding
a gathering in your honor this evening.

You're partial to music?

Yes.

It's been a long
time since I was at a concert.

Drive on!

I'm sure it'll be
to your taste.

As long as it's
not too modern.

Can't stand
the modernists.

( duet playing dramatically )

That girl with
the dark hair and the alabaster skin--

what's her name?

FRIEND:
Irene Heron.

Her father
died this year.

No money.

Would you introduce
me to her?

If you wish.

Shh!

( playing final two chords )

( people conversing )

Miss Heron, how nice
to see you again.

Mr. Liversedge.

LIVERSEDGE:
May I introduce Mr. Soames Forsyte.

Miss Irene Heron.

Miss Heron...

delighted
to meet you.

Mr. Forsyte.

LIVERSEDGE:
Mr. Forsyte is from London.

Excuse me.

Liversedge,
can we speak?

Excuse me.

After you.

You're
the very man

I wanted
to see.

May I?

Yes.

I'm told you've recently lost
your father.

Allow me to offer

my most sincere condolences.

Thank you.

I've attended one or two
of these gatherings.

Here in Bournemouth,
they're at the edge

of what's respectable
for those in mourning.

I'm sure no one
would take offense.

Some would.

Some do.

Well, mourning
is a delicate matter.

WOMAN:
Introduce me, Irene.

Mr. Forsyte,
my late father's wife, Mrs. Heron.

I'm pleased to make
your acquaintance, Mr. Forsyte.

The pleasure is
all mine, Mrs. Heron.

( instruments warming up )

Better get back.

It's been enchanting,
Miss Heron.

Mrs. Heron.

( piano begins
playing solemnly )

He seems... charming.

Excuse me, excuse me.

They walk
most mornings on the pier.

( people conversing )

SOAMES:
Mrs. Heron, would you object to my walking with you?

MRS. HERON:
It would be most agreeable.

Are you from our part
of the world, Mr. Forsyte?

From London,
Park Lane.

In business?

I'm a solicitor

in partnership
with my father.

This is my first visit
to Bournemouth.

We hope not your last.

I could
very well recur.

Good.

Irene, I shall walk alone today.

Very well.

I'm sure you'll miss me
violently.

Mr. Forsyte,
you have recurred.

Mrs. Heron, I trust
you are quite well.

Thank you, yes.

Your stepdaughter?

A slight
indisposition.

Oh, dear.

But well enough
to play the piano,

rather beautifully
I must admit.

I should very much
like to hear her.

We must arrange it.

Did I express
my condolences

on your sad bereavement,
Mrs. Heron?

I'm sure I understood
you to have.

It was rather a shock,

Professor Heron
passing so suddenly

and leaving us
so little provided for.

I have barely £50 a year
for Irene, for example.

For a young woman,

I'm sure you will
appreciate, Mr. Forsyte, it's rather...

More expensive.

Yes, it must be
a concern for you.

Mr. Forsyte?

Yes, Mrs. Heron?

There is no Mrs. Forsyte,
I take it.

No, Mrs. Heron.

There is to be
an exhibition of paintings

tomorrow at the pavilion.

Irene and I
will be attending

at 10:00 in the morning.

Are you fond of art,
Mr. Forsyte?

Mm, in its place.

And what is its place?

Well, in museums,
of course.

And it can look well
in one's drawing room, tastefully hung.

I think its place
is everywhere.

SOAMES:
Do you admire this painting, Miss Heron?

I do.

You don't find it
rather modern?

It has vigor
and honesty.

But is it
accomplished...

as a work of art?

If you mean,

is it strictly
representational?

Then clearly not.

But look at the life
in the trees

and the vibrant color.

There is such a strong sense
of the artist in it,

don't you think?

I believe that
whoever painted it

has a passionate
feel for beauty...

yes, yes, and for life.

Would it look well in
one's hallway, for example?

( chuckles )

I suspect that
the majority of hallways

would entirely disgrace it.

( others quietly murmuring )

I shall leave my card
at the door...

MRS. HERON:
He is a man of good character

and considerable
substance.

IRENE:
You know nothing about him.

I know a great
deal about him.

I've made inquiries.

( whispering ):
Clearly, we're not suited.

It's been a pleasure.

Mrs. Heron.

Miss Heron.

Alas, London calls.

We're so sorry.

But I shall be returning

to Bournemouth
next week.

MRS. HERON:
Perhaps you would do us the honor of calling.

Miss Heron?

Mr. Forsyte.

Oh, by the way,

that landscape
you admired,

I've bought it.

( chuckles softly )

For your hallway, Mr. Forsyte?

Well, until next week.

Your father
left us £50 a year.

Do you know how much

these mourning clothes
have cost?

And that's before
we even start

to think about living.

YOUNG JOLYON:
What people do, at times like this,

is remove
to a larger house.

HELENE:
Do we need a larger house?

I would like
to own somewhere.

I'm happy to rent.

But for you and
the children, Helene.

And if something
happened to me,

you'd all
be provided for.

We can't
afford to buy.

Don't worry, Jo,

as long as you don't let
anything happen to you.

Those implacable
Forsytes!

My father has never
even seen his grandson.

Probably never
see this one.

( both chuckling )

( onlooker whistles )

( whistling )

Yes, we do need to move.

It's quite clear,
you see.

Your grandfather's
will states

that the interest shall
be paid to you quarterly,

but that the capital
must remain intact.

It also states
the capital can be touched

in an appropriate
circumstance.

My point is, this is
such a circumstance.

I'm about to have
a second child,

and we need a larger home.

Well, this you say.

Well, forgive me,

I can think of no more
appropriate circumstance

than the need for a house.

For that woman.

For Helene and our children.

Quite, and you see, this
is where there is a problem,

because the will is again clear,

that such a circumstance
shall be decided

at the discretion
of the trustees.

Of course.

The trustees being

Mr. Septimus Small,
deceased,

and my father.

Discretion,
as you'll appreciate,

involves rather more
than expedience.

It involves
conscience,

and, uniquely
in this case,

the good name
of our family.

Do I take it there is a moral
dimension to this discussion?

You will be paid the quarterly
installments as we discussed.

You have no fear on that matter.

Good day to you,
Forsyte.

And to you, Forsyte.

Are you still doing
your sketching?

I used to like one
or two of your things.

Good afternoon, sir.

( playing a Chopin nocturne )

( music ends )

I congratulate you, Miss Heron.

Thank you.

That really
was accomplished and delightful.

MRS. HERON:
I don't know what the girl's done

with the tea.

Do excuse me, Mr. Forsyte.

SOAMES:
Miss Heron, I have substantial income

and am currently looking
for a commodious house

in the region
of Hyde Park.

My family are
of the very best.

We are all
professional people,

and my expectations

in respect to
my father's property

are of the very highest.

I am in good health.

I have the honor, Miss Heron,

of asking you for
your hand in marriage.

I am so sorry.

I'm afraid
I cannot accept.

I'm aware this
has come suddenly.

Oh, yes.

But you see,
I've made up my mind.

You have qualities
that I...

Please, Miss Heron,
I will wait any t...

Oh, you are charming
beyond words.

Your stepmother
did encourage my proposal.

Yes, I can believe that.

I suggested she
might bring you to London.

My parents
would be delighted

to entertain you
for a day or two.

Has my stepmother agreed?

SOAMES:
With your approval, of course.

Of course.

PARFITT:
Good morning, madam.

SOAMES:
Mrs. Heron, welcome.

I trust you had a good journey.

MRS. HERON:
Chill today, Mr. Forsyte,

in spite of the season.

Miss Heron,

welcome to London.

PARFITT:
Quick as you can, please, Albert, thank you.

JAMES:
Pretty girl.

My father,
James Forsyte.

If the journey's
tired you...

Hello, my dear.

We are all
so pleased.

My mother,
Emily Forsyte.

EMILY:
Oh, you are quite lovely.

SOAMES:
My sister, Winifred Dartie.

You're here for two days.

We'll have such fun.

And her husband,
Mr. Montague Dartie.

DARTIE:
We live just round the corner; call in, do.

Would you like
some champagne?

WINIFRED:
Soames has such an eye.

You sly,
old dog, Soames-- what a looker!

WINIFRED:
I do like whiskers on a man.

Soames is far too smooth,

don't you think,
Irene?

Go and talk
to her.

Yes, Soames.

Yes, aunt.

Mind, there's
whiskers and whiskers.

You'll appreciate
the benefit.

I will?

Mm-hmm, they tickle.

( chuckles )

I'm not sure I should
like them to tickle.

But, my dear, you see,
it's where they tickle.

Are you
eating enough?

Thank you, Aunt,
and working hard.

Well, June, and what
do you think of her?

She's heavenly.

So lovely.

Jolyon?

Too lovely for Soames.

WOMAN:
We're told that she has no money.

That need not
be an obstacle.

My impression is
that Mr. Forsyte

has no sense
of an obstacle.

Quite the reverse.

MAN:
Don't worry about that.

I wish you'd look
at these oil shares.

She's a fetching
little thing.

I'm thinking Cape Copper.

I'm not interested
in shares.

What's his secret--
opium, laudanum?

What are you talking
about, George?

She's very beautiful.

He's a dark horse.

All right.

WINIFRED:
This one is shooting up.

This is Uncle Jolyon's
granddaughter, June.

How do you do?

I've painted the
heels of my shoes.

Do you like them?

IRENE:
Oh, yes, very much.

And did you put
the bows on, too?

Yes-- they're
my dancing shoes.

Oh, I love to dance.

Do you?

Yes, I adore it.

I have two more months
before it's thought seemly.

WINIFRED:
And then suddenly your time is up,

and what yesterday
would have seemed a fearful callousness

has become respectable.

It is such hypocrisy.

We must dance.

We must dance now.

Soames, ask George
to play a waltz.

A waltz-- what
are you thinking of?

Dancing, what else?

Winifred, Miss Heron,
here, is in mourning.

It is absolutely
not the done thing.

Oh, Soames,
you're such a stick.

Monty, you ask him.

Some things,
old boy,

are best left
to the ladies.

When to dance
is one.

George,
I demand a waltz.

( begins playing light waltz)

Soames, ask Miss Heron
to dance.

Winifred,
this is impossible.

Oh, then I will.

Miss Heron, would you
do me the honor?

WOMAN:
A shade venturesome.

ANN:
It may, I think, answer

why Soames
has not proposed to her.

Such recklessness means
he must question her character.

I'm so terribly sorry.

It's not like her to...

IRENE:
Winifred, I do believe we're disapproved of.

WINIFRED:
I believe so, too.

Imagine the outrage
if they knew

I was in an
interesting condition.

I say, Forsyte,
we can't have this.

( waltz continuing )

Miss Heron,
would you care to dance?

Of course.

( grousing with disapproval )

Frightful display.

Freddie, old thing...

Monty?

You are a sport.

( Winifred chuckles )

( music ends )

( people begin conversing )

Now then, Soames,
wasn't it worth it?

Yes, it was
wonderful--

more than
I can say.

Well, that seems
to have ruffled a few feathers.

How about a polka?

( chuckles )

George?

Excuse me.

DARTIE:
My blood's up now.

We want something
with a bit of life in it,

something to set
the pulse racing.

IRENE:
You do understand I do not intend to marry him.

MRS. HERON:
A man of his resources can give you everything.

I do not wish
to be bought.

Foolish and selfish.

You'd rather squander
every penny we have.

I'd rather wait
and find someone I love.

We cannot afford
for you to wait.

Ah, Mrs. Pearce, good morning.

PEARCE:
Good morning, Doctor.

DOCTOR:
Mrs. Dartie needs plenty of rest.

See she gets it, will you.

Certainly, Doctor.

I shall return
this evening.

Drive on.

ANN:
She has a touch of Hester about the eyes.

And the forehead,
of course, is James...

your grandfather.

And, oh, look,

she has Juley's nose.

Hmm...

ANN:
And the chin is decidedly Jolyon's.

And what is there of Monty?

Were you expecting
something?

ANN:
A true Forsyte.

Mm...

Congratulations.

Good-bye.

Oh, good-bye,
Aunt Ann.

And take care.

ANN:
Well done.

Bye.

( sighs )

All right, old thing?

Imogen.

What?

Don't you think?

It's rather a sweet name.

Imogen.

Immie.

( giggling ):
Immie.

( chuckling )

Yes, I like it.

Oh, I, uh... found myself
in Hatton Garden.

Got you this.

Monty.

( gasps )

Oh, Monty.

They're beautiful!

How ever can we afford them?

Ways and means, old girl.

Ways and means.

They're beautiful.

They're beautiful, hey?

Oh.

( lively polka playing )

Miss Heron.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I'm sorry
I'm a little late.

May I sit?

Yes.

( music ends )

It's most pleasant
to see you

out of mourning
at long last.

Yes.

Mr. Forsyte,

may I present
Mr. Beech.

Hello, sir.

Soames Forsyte.

How do you like
Bournemouth?

Decorous but dull.

But money to be made.

Mr. Beech is involved
in a property development.

Oh, you, too?

BEECH:
Who isn't?

What's yours?

Towards
Southbourne--

nine houses.

Mine's a sanatorium--
a town for invalids.

They build for health,
not gaiety.

Isn't that so, Miss Heron?

Oh, certainly not
for gaiety.

So we must make the most
of this afternoon.

( chuckles )

( music begins playing )

Should we?

I'd rather not.

Thank you.

( waltz playing )

( chatting and laughing )

Miss Heron, it's
been some time since we first met.

I don't wish to seem
importunate, but...

Please...

please don't ask again.

Forgive me, I...

I lost my head.

Yes.

BEECH:
Your friend, Forsyte,

is he encouraged?

MRS. HERON:
No, he is not.

BEECH:
Remarkably beautiful woman.

Why is she glum?

MRS. HERON:
She will pick and choose.

In anyone's book,
Mr. Forsyte is acceptable,

and he's very wealthy.

BEECH:
Well, it's the spark...

it's the spark you need!

Don't you think,
Mrs. Heron?

The spark is very fine.

But 3,000 a year is better.

You're a cynic, madam!

Shame on you!

( laughing )

She needs to meet
the right fellow.

Has he proposed?

He has.

Rejected?

For now.

BEECH:
I have the 3,000 a year.

MRS. HERON:
I'm encouraged to hear it.

BEECH:
What do you think about the spark?

MRS. HERON:
I'm confident about the spark.

BEECH:
She's so beautiful.

I'm captivated, Mrs. Heron.

Will you excuse me?

Irene,

we're leaving.

Mr. Forsyte,

I do apologize.

I'm feeling a little unwell.

Is there anything I...

No, thank you.

Irene will look after me.

It's the heat.

I must go home.

May I escort you?

No, thank you.

It's been a most
memorable afternoon.

Mrs. Heron.

Good afternoon,
Mrs. Heron.

Miss Heron.

Good afternoon, Mr. Forsyte.

Good-bye.

No luck with
the young beauty, I hear.

Mark my words,

you'd do better
with the stepmother.

IRENE:
What happened to Mr. Beech?

Why are you interested
in Mr. Beech?

I'm not remotely
interested in Mr. Beech.

We should have
taken a cab.

This is madness.

No, this is poverty.

It's what you've
brought us to.

We are not this poor.

I'm not prepared to support you
for another year.

If you won't marry,
then you must take employment.

What employment
can I take?

I have no...

Then you should marry.

It's an exceptional
offer.

But I could never
love him.

You do not know that.

* Life is a dance
we must learn *

* Into the night, we will turn

* Time holds the secrets
of our song *

* Moments are given,
then gone *

* Come have this dance
with me, darling *

* I'll hold you tight
till the dawn *

* Let the night see
how I love you *

* So the moon can tell the sun

* So the moon
can tell the sun. *