- Is that the Iast of it, BiIson? - Yes, sir.
- Is Mrs Forsyte ready? - NearIy, sir.
Send my best to Miss Hester, sir. 80 today!
Put them in the car, WiIIiams.
We're going to be Iate.
(AngriIy) What is Mrs Forsyte doing?
Ow!
I wanted to wear my party dress.
It's afternoon tea.
The dress is far too formaI.
I wanted to.
Sometimes we cannot do everything we want.
- Daddy! - FIeur!
Daddy! Daddy!
- Yes? - Daddy!
- What's the matter? - I'm wearing bIue, and I know it wiII crumpIe.
And Aunt Hester Ioves me ever so in white.
CaIm yourseIf, my Iove.
I thought my satin.
The bIue musIin is much more suitabIe.
The satin...
Why not?
I'II change right away. HeIp me, BiIson.
I Iove you, Daddy.
We deserve the right to vote.
WOMAN: Hear! Hear!
To be heard as a part of the universaI voice of mankind.
WeII said!
We do not deserve to be imprisoned without representation.
Force-fed Iike animaIs.
Tubes thrust down our innocent throats.
Bravo! Bravo!
(Cheering)
- Good to be a suffragette. - Thank you.
Thank you.
What do you think, Jon?
AII those Iadies...shouting.
Can you bear one more Iady?
I'm going to finish up here, and then we'II visit my aunt.
As Iong as she's not a shouter.
(Laughs) Oh, Jon!
Wasn't it fantastic?
¢Ü For she's a joIIy good feIIow
ALL: ¢Ü For she's a joIIy good feIIow
¢Ü For she's a joIIy good feIIow
¢Ü And so say aII of us!
- Oh, my dear! - Come and bIow the candIes out.
You do it, FIeur.
Oh, weII done!
Oh, my dear!
Let's get this cut, shaII we?
DARTIE: I can think of more profitabIe ways of spending my afternoon.
Of course, the oId girI has money to Ieave. Stacks of it.
Do you think Winifred's in with a chance?
No. It'II aII go to that ''poppet'', FIeur.
June!
Dartie. George.
Been roped into the famiIy do?
- Do? - Hester's birthday.
Must be away with the fairies if she's invited you! (Laughs)
I mean, it's not you, you know. It's the famiIy feud and aII that.
She hasn't invited me. I was in London and thought I'd drop in.
Oh.
It'II be very nice to see everyone.
And what a perfect opportunity for them to meet Jon.
BOTH: Jon?
Irene and Father's boy, you know.
Aunt Hester, apoIogies for the tardiness.
- A very happy Birthday. - Oh, George! How kind.
- Aunt Hester. - Montague!
Thank you, my dear. Thank you.
- Any entertainment pIanned for this afternoon? - What do you mean?
Fireworks, perhaps?
MAID: I wiII teII them you're here, Miss Forsyte. - No need.
Aunt Hester. It's your birthday. I shouId have remembered.
June, my dear. How IoveIy to see you!
We didn't think. We...
- I was at a meeting in Acton. - Acton?
It's quite cIose. The bus took hardIy any time.
The bus?
This terribIe injustice of force-feeding our women in prison -
we have to protest against it.
- HeIIo, Soames. - June.
What are the authorities expected to do? SimpIy stand by and Iet these hystericaI women starve?
It's a point of principIe. I rather admire it.
Absurd! If you start marching off...
What wiII you do? Lock me up? (Laughs)
- I'm Soames's wife, Annette. - DeIighted to meet you.
And this is my haIf-brother, Jon.
Irene's son.
He has her Iooks.
Her eyes.
Let's go into the garden. Come on.
This way.
It's a joIIy nice garden. We'II find Iots to pIay with. Come on, this way.
FLEUR: ¢Ü Hush, IittIe baby, don't say a word
¢Ü Daddy's going to buy you a mockingbird
¢Ü If that mockingbird don't sing
¢Ü Daddy's going to buy you a diamond ring
(Continues humming)
- Got you! - Don't do that.
What shouId I do, then?
TickIe them.
Come on, then.
- My dress... - What about it?
What next?
- I'm going to catch him. - No!
- Here he is. - No!
(Shrieks)
(Laughs)
JUNE: So, I'm Iooking after Jon.
WINIFRED: You aII right? SOAMES: Fine.
- Some cake? - No, thank you.
More tea?
Soames, where's FIeur?
(ChiIdren Iaugh in distance)
(Laughing)
FIeur!
Daddy?
- Come and see these fish! They're Iike sharks! - Don't touch me.
- Jon... - Inside.
- But... - Now.
- Get that boy out of here. - They were just pIaying.
- I don't want him near my daughter. - For goodness' sake!
He's the resuIt of a fiIthy Iiaison, iIIegitimate in aII but name.
He's a dirty...savage IittIe...
That's enough. Soames, he's a chiId.
Yes, and he's a great deaI better behaved than you.
Come on, Jon.
(Sighs)
- What did I do wrong? - Nothing.
- That man... - (SharpIy) We shan't taIk of it!
And we shan't taIk of it to Mother or Dad either, when they come home tomorrow.
It'II be our secret.
(ChuckIes) Home!
IRENE: It's aIways such a joy to come back.
You must be tired.
No, no. I'm just Ionging to see him.
JUNE: There they are. I toId you I heard a car. Jon!
Mum! Dad!
Jon!
- Look at your face! - Yes, Iook at you!
You've been at my watercoIours, you rascaI!
- They're stiII wet! - (Laughs) How are you?
HeIIo!
- How was it? - Very good. How are you?
Very weII. We've had Iots of fun.
Yes, it Iooks Iike it!
Cowboys!
(CIock chimes)
(American Indian caII)
I saw one Iike this in London.
London?
We went to a raIIy. I heIped decorate the banner.
Then on to the aunt.
IRENE: Oh...
Which...
Whose aunt?
We dropped in on Hester.
It was fun, untiI the man got so angry.
What did he do?
He shouted...at me.
WeII, come on, oId chap.
- Let's see how she runs in the gaIIery. - Like a bird, I bet!
- I didn't think Soames wouId be there. - What did he do to Jon?
- Nothing. - He upset him.
- I took him away. - He shouIdn't have been there in the first pIace!
Is everything aII right?
- I'm going back to London. - No, no, you are staying for supper.
- You don't want me. - June, we Iove you.
- You say that... - We couIdn't do without you.
Now...Iet's just forget this ever happened.
Then perhaps Jon wiII, too.
(Car horn)
Watch out, mate.
Spare a penny, guv'nor?
(Whirring and cIanking)
FIeur, are you there?
Daddy, just sit down. I'II be out in a minute.
I think you'II Iove it.
(Groans)
What do you think?
The neckIine's rather Iow.
It is the fashion, sir.
The fashion?
And is it the fashion to have beggars in the streets?
Women riding astride down the row?
There's nothing wrong with riding astride.
In my book, there's a great deaI wrong with it.
GentIemen used to ride in Hyde Park.
CavaIry seats.
White top hats.
The war's changed everything.
It's aII right, Daddy.
And as for girIs Iike her -
short skirts and common airs...
Don't you Iike the dress? Because if you don't, I shan't wear it.
- I worry about you. - There's no need.
Parties aII night. Up tiII dawn.
I'm quite capabIe of Iooking after myseIf.
I'm not going to do anything siIIy.
These parties are just pIaying... doing what's required.
Yours won't be.
Mine has a fighting chance, because you're organising it!
Are you Iunching with anyone?
Erm...no.
Let's go to Fortnum's and eat cake.
But...who are they?
Can't you see, Dad?
It's Cupid and Psyche, of course.
Of course. Thank you, Jon.
Vospovitch is an innovator.
He escaped from Russia in 1 91 6. Bring them in, Jon.
One, two, three.
- CarefuI. - She's not paying me, you know.
Bit to your Ieft.
Perfect.
I know it's the new thing, but...crikey.
The... The...great Iovers of mythoIogy...
and...this is how he represents them.
PeopIe are bored with sentiment.
Love has been bombed to smithereens.
What does it mean any more?
Everything.
It stiII means everything.
(Car horn)
(CIatter of engines)
DRIVER: For goodness' sake!
(Horn)
- JoIyon! - CharIes.
- You didn't waIk? - Mm.
The traffic seems to have doubIed since the war.
How's Irene?
She's weII.
And Jon?
Just down from schooI. Doesn't know what he wants to do.
Like aII of us were at that age.
(Sighs)
(ChuckIes nervousIy)
So...paIpitations, you say?
- If I exert myseIf. - Where?
And are they happening now?
It feeIs Iike the bIessed thing is trying to jump out of my chest.
Let's check you over, shaII we?
You were right to come and see me.
Your puIse is fIuttering. But I'm most concerned about your bIood pressure.
It's high?
Very. I can give you some piIIs, but...
But what?
I'm afraid you're in a bad way, oId chap.
You must Iook after yourseIf.
Change your routine.
No physicaI exertion whatsoever.
And I'II want to see you reguIarIy, of course.
A proper diet's essentiaI.
Irene shouId read up on it.
I can't teII her.
You must.
¢Ü Tiger Rag
Let's see if I can get my wife to dance. Come on, HoIIy.
(Laughing)
My knees!
HOLLY: Poor oId man!
Hey, not so much of the ''oId'', HoIIy!
WeII, go round! Go round!
AII right!
IRENE: I'd Iike to dance.
- Not with me! - You'd better sit down, darIing.
Come on, then. Come and dance with me.
- Yes! - You'II have to show me.
Ready?
Oh, my word!
OK. Let's do something a bit sIower now.
OK. Let's go round.
(Laughs)
Woooh!
(Music stops) - WeII done!
(Laughs) Bravo!
VAL: Thank you.
- Dad! - (Laughs) HeIIo, HoIIy.
Mwah. Now, don't teII me. Now you're going to be a...jazz pianist!
There are worse things.
- Working in June's gaIIery, for one. IRENE: What was it Iike?
- Oh, it's the future, God heIp her. (Bangs keys)
WeII, I hope you were nice, Dad. The gaIIery means an awfuI Iot to June.
- I was honest. - Ah.
WeII, we have been concocting a pIan.
Yes. (CIears throat) I am going to be a farmer.
Aha... Lord.
- (Laughs) - ArabIe farm near our new pIace.
Chap caIIed MapIe. Needs extra hands for the harvest.
Keep you out of troubIe, I suppose.
- WeII, get me away from you Iot, I suppose. - The sooner the better!
WeII, don't stop dancing.
AUCTIONEER: I have to remind you, I am entitIed to bid on behaIf of the owner
untiI the reserve is reached.
Lots 24 and 63 have been withdrawn.
I hope you wiII aII bid generousIy on behaIf of this worthy charity.
And without further ado, Iet us now proceed to Iot one.
- It's just started. - Thank you.
A pair of IoveIy Derby figurines, donated by Lady Heath,
in memory of Captain John Heath, Iost at FIanders,
and PhiIip WiIIiam Heath, Iost at the Somme.
Lot 429,
a copy of Degas' GirI At The MiIIiner's.
Who'II give me ¡Ì20 for Mrs Lewisham's generous offering?
¡Ì20 anywhere?
¡Ì20, gentIeman in the homburg. ¡Ì25?
¡Ì25, gentIeman at the top tabIe. ¡Ì30?
¡Ì30 bid. ¡Ì35?
¡Ì35. ¡Ì40?
¡Ì40 to the homburg.
¡Ì50.
¡Ì50, new bidder. We have ¡Ì50, Iadies and gentIemen.
And may I remind you that every shiIIing made tonight
is going to the War Widows.
- ¡Ì55. - ¡Ì55.
¡Ì70.
- ¡Ì70. - ¡Ì80.
¡Ì80.
¡Ì1 00.
¡Ì1 00. We have ¡Ì1 00!
(AppIause)
Was that your finaI offer, sir?
Then I'm seIIing it.
SoId. ¡Ì1 00.
Excuse me.
She Iooks Iike a minx.
She Iooks Iike my daughter.
By Jove! What a face!
Degas. RemarkabIe, even though it's a copy.
MichaeI Mont.
Soames Forsyte.
Why did you want her?
The Iife in her.
I have...an originaI Degas...
if you'd Iike to see that.
And a few others you might recognise.
That's awfuIIy kind of you, sir. I'II drop in. Anything modern?
Expressionism's not my thing.
But you're a coIIector.
We now have a figure for the totaI amount raised this evening.
Erm...Mr Mont,
if you couId come forward.
There's a new gaIIery on Cork Street.
Very rum. You shouId sniff it out.
A warm hand, pIease, for the man
who's organised this whoIe event.
Captain MichaeI Mont was my son's officer.
He was there when David...
..died.
My famiIy wouId Iike to thank him for his friendship to my son.
And his compassion to us.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
No-one can guess who I am, Daddy.
¢Ü BIZET: Habanera from Carmen
FLEUR: Come on. It's obvious.
Mercury. Messenger to the gods.
VoIatiIe, Iight-hearted and...
rather mischievous.
MAN: WeII done, Soames.
ShaII we go through?
Boring Surrey Iot. Where does Mother find them?
Are you joining us, FIeur?
Or wouId you prefer the nursery?
FIeur.
Your friends enjoyed themseIves.
I want to put FIeur over my knee.
It was a joke.
She's capricious.
A IittIe restive, perhaps.
She and I wiII go to London.
Take in some gaIIeries.
You're ruining her and you can't even see it.
She needs someone to say no to her.
You couId infIuence her, if you wanted to.
If you had the strength.
New dress?
Expensive, I suppose.
ShockingIy.
It's too Iow here.
VAL: That's the one. Number three, the MayfIy fiIIy.
Can I ride out whiIe I'm staying with you?
- You'II be too busy working. - Oh, come on!
Maybe at the weekends.
VaI!
Oh, Lord. What's he doing here?
HeIIo, Dad.
HeIIo, oId boy! (Laughs)
You know your oId cousin, George?
- Of course. George. - VaI.
And this is a friend of mine, Prosper Profond.
He's over from BeIgium.
My son, VaI Dartie.
Back from foreign cIimes.
Ah, how do you do?
- How do you do? - And this is Jon. Jon Forsyte.
Nice to see you.
- Good Lord! - Goodness me! Young Jon.
HeIIo.
(Laughs)
I hear you are a stud farmer. You found some Iand...
Are you buying, Mr Profond?
- Oh, I am aIways buying. And you? - If I can afford it.
Number three. A smaII thing...but fine, no?
That's what I thought. I might bid.
Not worth wasting Iunch over. I've yet to find something that is!
(Laughs)
WiII you join us, Mr VaI Dartie?
- That's kind. - And your young friend?
Yes.
In my car, one quarter of an hour. Excuse me.
WeII, we'II see you at Iunch.
Sorry about that. My oId man's a bit rackety.
I rather Iiked him.
We shan't Iunch, of course.
He'd...probabIy be pIeased if we did.
- More champagne, sir? - Thank you.
Ahh...
Oysters.
Mm!
Jon?
WiII I Iike it?
Try it. Soon there'II be another war.
- You won't get a chance! - Do you think so?
WeII, I opened up an armaments factory in 1 91 2.
You know. I needed to make money.
Hmm...
BuII's-eye. Yes, I reckon it is stiII a soIid industry.
Did you fight?
WeII, I couIdn't just suppIy the weapons.
I had to try them out, as weII, no? (Laughs)
A toast.
Here we go.
Oops.
To VaI.
You're doing fine, oId chap.
You've set yourseIf up without any heIp from anyone.
WeII done, sir.
Never see you in London, mind.
Your mother couId do with a visit.
WeII, at Ieast you're here, eh, amongst us betting men.
It's in the bIood, you see.
You can't get away from the Dartie bIood.
Dartie...
You see? He is a cricketer.
- Do you know, I couId have been. - Cricket is what he was meant for!
What we are aII meant for, huh? Nothing more, nothing Iess!
Howzat!
Do you pIay?
I Iike to watch, too. My father takes me to Lord's.
- How is JoIyon? - Fine, thank you.
Haven't seen him for years. He must be getting on.
Not to me, he isn't.
WeII said, sir.
WouId you excuse me?
It works better if you Iook at it from this angIe.
I haven't seen you in years.
Not since before the war.
I read about St John's son. TerribIe.
FortunateIy, most of the Forsytes were spared. Too oId or too young.
- A bIessing. - Hm.
It's Cupid and Psyche.
You can see their faces kissing.
What stuff! A Iamppost in coIIision with an omnibus.
A vision of the future.
You've invested in this?
It's my gaIIery. I thought you knew.
It must be making a dead Ioss.
I heard you coIIect art.
- Indeed. - You obviousIy don't understand it.
For you, it's about possession.
Buying and seIIing.
It aIways has been.
Soames Forsyte...
the greatest grocer of them aII.
There are some things you can't buy, Soames. Remember?
You stiII haven't Iearned.
Excuse me.
JON: This is by PauI Post, Mum.
It's good, isn't it?
IRENE: It's interesting.
This is him too.
Daddy!
What an extraordinary gaIIery.
- We're Ieaving. - But I've just arrived.
It's aII so joIIy.
FIeur...
I feeI unweII.
FIeur.
Tomato bIobs.
Or is it a sunset?
AirpIanes,
coming in to Iand, apparent...Iy.
Let's go and find June.
Jon!
We have to go.
FIeur!
Do we know him from somewhere?
I need some air.
- Wait! - Is... Is this yours?
''F.F. FIeur Forsyte.''
It's mine aII right.
Forsyte?
That's my name too.
Perhaps we're cousins.
FLEUR: Yes. That day in the garden!
Cousins. Distant, perhaps?
My name's JoIyon, sir. Jon, for short.
Ah, yes - distant.
Very good.
Goodbye.
Who are they?
I mean, you know them.
Not weII.
Are they famiIy?
Your grandfather and his brother had a quarreI.
We don't...know that side of the famiIy.
Oh, a feud. How romantic!
If you want to pIease me, put these peopIe out of your head.
Poor Daddy. You are upset. We'II taIk about this Iater.
We wiII not!
I'm not your daughter for nothing, my dear.
If I want something, I generaIIy get it.
If you won't teII me, I shaII find it out another way.
(Laughs to herseIf)
Oh, 'OIIywood!
(Laughs)
- It reaIIy is quite important that I speak to her. - She's entertaining!
- I'm sure she won't mind. - Miss FIeur!
- Miss FIeur. - My goodness.
It's from Paris. (GiggIes)
Prosper, my niece, FIeur.
Ah, mademoiseIIe, enchante.
Your aunt says she's never been to Paris. So I bring Paris to her!
I'm far too oId for this!
SacriIege!
In France, no-one is too oId.
We're just about to have Iunch. PIease stay.
It was a quick caII, actuaIIy.
I met someone this morning. Jon Forsyte?
Do you know him?
A distant cousin.
How distant?
Oh, we don't keep in touch.
His mother was beautifuI.
Oh! I never reaIIy knew her.
Lunch is ready, ma'am.
Oh, thank you, Dora. Now...
Where is Monty?
- Are you sure you won't eat, FIeur? - No, thank you.
Jon Forsyte. Er...young?
My age.
I met him with your VaI. Oh!
A spIendid boy.
Then you must know them.
Erm...
Let's go in!
We had an encounter today.
Mm.
With whom?
Soames.
He and his daughter were in the gaIIery.
But how?
Did he reaIise it beIonged to June?
I didn't taIk to him. I...
I just saw him.
I feIt that he was there.
Oh, my darIing.
It must have been awfuI for you.
AII of these years Iater and he can stiII make my skin crawI.
I can't beIieve...that I married him.
No.
- Jon seemed to Iike the girI. - WeII, Jon's a young man.
He was struck by her.
Jon's struck by girIs - fuII stop.
Oh... Yes.
He won't see her again. Don't worry.
Oh, Daddy...
It's beautifuI.
I'm gIad you Iike it.
I Iove it.
There. Now you're ready.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
C'est superbe!
Oh.
Is cousin VaI coming tonight?
I beIieve so.
With Winifred and Dartie. Why?
We haven't seem him in ever so Iong.
He's been abroad.
Wasn't it more than that?
He married someone, the daughter of a cousin Daddy doesn't Iike.
It's compIicated.
Forsyte history.
One more thing.
Hurry up, FIeur, you'II be Iate.
Terrific of you to invite me, sir.
You're earIy. My daughter's not yet down.
I say, there's the picture.
Ah! WeII, she's in good company.
Gauguin.
What a marveIIous house.
- Were you in the war, Mr Mont? - Yes, I was.
- How riveting! Did you have a terribIe time? - Yes, I did.
This party is a bore, isn't it?
Not from where I'm standing. Are you going to dance?
May I bag a spot on your Iist?
FLEUR: There's my cousin VaI with his wife HoIIy. Excuse me.
- First dance, my dear? - Oh! Daddy, of course.
¢Ü SIow WaItz
One moment, pIease.
Thank you so much for persuading Soames to invite VaI and HoIIy.
- I so want everyone to get on. - It's the Ieast I couId do.
Oh! This is Prosper Profond.
ShaII we?
Prosper's got immacuIate manners.
Dancing with the hostess.
It's onIy right and proper.
You're a good dancer, Daddy. You shouId do it more often. Have fun.
Happy birthday.
There's Aunt Winifred's beau.
Monsieur Profond, this is my husband, Soames.
- Nice to meet you. - And my daughter, FIeur.
- We've met. - Exactimo.
Are you here on business, Mr Profond?
PIeasure.
Mr Profond made money in the war, Soames.
Shares in armaments.
He teIIs me he Iikes to give it away.
I'm, er...aIways making money.
I want IittIe for myseIf. I Iike my friends to have it.
(Annette giggIes)
Excuse me. Soames.
VaI and HoIIy.
Very nice to see you again.
Charming.
VaI.
Good to see you, UncIe Soames.
WouId you excuse us for a moment?
You couId at Ieast try...for Winifred's sake.
They shouId never have come back from South Africa.
- And as for that other chap... - Profond.
- I can't abide foreigners. - Then why did you marry one?
(EnsembIe pIays IiveIy dance)
PROFOND: This is Mrs Dartie?
Oh! Charmed, I am sure.
Do you know anything about Jon Forsyte?
I'm sorry to come out with it Iike this but you're my Iast hope.
Everyone here's been so buttoned up.
- He's coming to stay with us next week. - With you?
- He's HoIIy's haIf-brother, don't you know. - I know nothing.
Er, it's...
best not to bring these things up.
- Bring what things up? - FIeur!
How you've grown!
We haven't seen you in so Iong.
WouIdn't it be joIIy if we couId be friends.
Cousin VaI says I can come and stay at your new farm.
- Maybe Iater in the summer. - I thought next week.
It's rather difficuIt at...
Aunt Winifred, VaI and HoIIy have invited me to stay next week.
- Isn't that sporting of them? - Oh, what a IoveIy idea!
Miss Forsyte. PIease... PIease, wiII you dance with me?
Excuse me.
Ooh! Excuse me.
HOLLY: What are we going to do about Jon?
It's aImost as if FIeur knew he was coming.
- She asked me outright. Took me by surprise. - VaI!
- They can't have met. - I don't see how.
She is a dazzIer.
(Car horns)
Good night.
(Car horn) - Night.
A IoveIy party. Thank you.
It's put some coIour into your cheeks.
I danced aII night.
With MichaeI Mont.
And others!
Good night, my Iove.
Cousin VaI's asked me down to stay.
But we don't see them.
He has wonderfuI horses and he says I can ride out with him.
- FIeur. - It's onIy a few days.
PIease, Daddy.
WeII...
..if it keeps you out of troubIe.
- Night-night. - Night, Daddy.
We're pretty basic round here.
- I hope you don't mind. - Of course not.
Sorry VaI's not here to greet you.
He's exercising a new horse.
- He must be very busy. - He is.
I'm afraid you'II be fearfuIIy bored.
Not at aII.
I'm here to get to know you, remember.
Hm.
So...it's just the two of you here?
Who eIse wouId there be?
(Horse approaches)
JON: HoIIy!
I Ieft my book upstairs in my bedroom.
This is Jon, my IittIe brother.
FIeur's a cousin of ours, Jon.
How do you do?
I hotfooted it back here on my Iunch break.
I have to go.
- From where? - MapIe's Farm. We're harvesting.
- The book, then? - Mm?
Oh! The book...
Right.
(Distant cIattering)
- What are you doing? - It's such a gIorious morning.
I thought I'd get out.
You don't know the countryside round here.
- ShaII I take the dog? - No... Thank you.
I might be gone aII day, so pIease don't worry.
- Where are you going? - Goodbye.
Excuse me, I'm Iooking for MapIe Farm.
- It's up there on the Ieft. - Thank you.
A coupIe of miIes yet.
Howard! Turn off!
Come on, then!
Come down and have your dinner.
Come on!
Oh, bIast!
I'm Iooking for Jon Forsyte.
(Mutters) If he's not here, I'II...
(Murmuring)
Go on, then, boy!
Go on! Go on. Go and say heIIo.
- Go on, Jon! - Go on, Jon!
H-HeIIo.
I...thought you might Iike some sandwiches.
But I see you've aIready eaten.
Thanks. Erm...but I think I'II pass.
They got mucked up on the way here.
So did my IoveIy new shoes.
I...er...
I thought it wouId be nice. It's a Iong way. I forgot to bring a drink.
I'm very gIad that you came.
(Men cheer and whistIe)
Why do I aIways end up covered in mud whenever I'm anywhere near you?
FOREMAN: Come on, then, Iads.
Thank you very much.
Haven't I been cIever, tracking you down?
Ever since that day at Aunt Hester's,
I've aIways wondered: ''Who was he? Why was everyone so furious?''
And then in the gaIIery, wasn't it awkward?
My father nearIy passed out.
I've found out why.
There's a feud between our famiIies.
That's why I pretended we hadn't met yesterday.
- Are you a good Iiar? - Not very.
Oh. They don't mean us to be friends, you see.
So, if we want to be...
Which we do.
..then we must keep it a secret.
Come on, Iet's taIk about this on the way home.
There's a quicker route as the crow fIies.
I toId him, I'II waIk you.
- So, you're going to be a farmer. - Maybe.
I Iike the work.
The peopIe.
Of course, farming's not the grand thing, but...
I don't reaIIy care about that.
Mm, smeII.
¢Ü Jon, Jon, the farmer's son
¢Ü StoIe a pig and away he run
- Oh! - (Laughs)
Faster!
VaI's pIace is just over that hiII.
Then I'II go on aIone. They mustn't see us together.
- It's ridicuIous. - You don't know my father.
I'm an onIy chiId. And so are you. There's so much expected of us.
My mother wouId never stop me from doing anything that made me happy.
I'm sure your father's the same. Now, come on.
- What are you doing? - Coming with you.
WeII...don't waIk so fast, then. I can't keep up.
ShouId we?
You know, the boys a coupIe of years on from me at schooI
taIked about what they were going to do,
the girIs they were going to meet.
And then they joined up.
It's a beastIy thing.
They died so young.
I want to try everything. Live forever.
Love everybody?
That wouId be teIIing.
Stay on here.
AII right, then. I wiII.
FIeur was meant to stay for a weekend.
It's been nearIy five days. What can she be doing down there?
Oh, riding, waIking...
The farm's very charming.
And Annette insists on being in London.
Buying ribandry, seeing her friends.
WeII, I'd Iove to have you to dinner, dear boy, but erm...
I'm going out myseIf.
- Where to? - The theatre.
I wouIdn't have thought Dartie's concentration span was Iong enough.
What? What shouId I be concentrating on?
I'm not going with Monty.
I'm going with Prosper.
Why don't you take Soames to your cIub, Monty?
- No. No, reaIIy. - I'm meeting George.
It's a revivaI of a Restoration pIay: The Country Wife.
- It sounds a dead bore. - It's saIacious.
Annette wanted to go but I didn't think it appropriate.
ReaIIy? What's it about?
InfideIity.
(Knock at door)
Parfait. Comme toujours.
Are you both coming too? That is an exceIIent thing.
- Not me, oId chap. - Mr Forsyte?
Bawdy muck. I think not.
Then, we shaII have to go another time. I'm out of the picture too.
Oh! But that's such a shame.
A smaII business matter. I don't want to go. It's a dead bore but I...
I'II make it up to you.
- If I am aIIowed. - Of course.
Then, er...Iunch...
..tomorrow?
I'd Iike that.
A bientot.
What does the feIIow do, for goodness' sake?
- Oh, does it matter? - Of course it does.
(Sighs) Amuses me!
And if you want to stay to dinner, Soames, I won't hear another word.
(AII Iaugh)
Where did you first meet Profond?
I was with you, oId chap.
No, you introduced him to me.
SureIy not?
WeII, what of it? He was about.
He's good company and he's generous with it.
He's a member here now, you know.
His name was on the Iist as I came in.
Now, who put him up?
They'd have the Iow-down.
(Coughs nervousIy)
- You? - Why not?
You're meant to know the pedigree of the person you're proposing.
- It's cIub ruIes. - Times have changed.
The rot set in when we Iet you in through the doors.
I was never Iike this bunch.
Money taIks.
- And that's 30. - Yes, aII right.
(George chuckIes)
Are you getting the hump about the wife?
Hm? No, no.
No, Freddie's just having a bit of fun.
GentIeman's agreement. He pays your debts, you Ieave the bedroom door open.
She's your cousin, George.
Bit of respect, pIease.
That's the way they do it on the continent. It's aII above board.
It's expected. Dukes and princesses are at it.
Leaping in and out of each other's beds.
That's why we caII them Frogs.
(Indistinct conversation)
DARTIE: Good Lord!
(ChuckIes to himseIf) Frogs indeed!
HOLLY: HeIIo.
- Aha! - I was on my way to London.
I can't get over the fact you're here.
You drop in and...
- How is Jon? - He's harvesting. FIat out aII day.
Oh, and reading poetry by night.
I'II get some tea.
She misses him.
FIeur Forsyte is staying.
- With you? - She invited herseIf down, forced my hand.
And Jon?
We tried to keep them apart. But...
Have they met before?
In June's gaIIery. Why?
I think they Iike each other.
ReaIIy Iike each other.
This is the one thing! The one thing we...
Perhaps it's not such a bad thing.
They couId bring the famiIies together.
Dad, are you aII right?
Now, of aII times...
You mustn't teII Irene.
I won't, of course, if it's so very awfuI.
- I'm sorry. - What's she Iike?
- A rather having sort of a person. - A Forsyte, then?
I saw her kiss him.
Not a word.
Here we are.
Oh...
(Coughs)
WeII, you wrote in your Ietter that you needed to see me urgentIy.
I can assure you that unIess it was of the utmost importance, I wouIdn't be here.
So, if you couIdn't commit the matter to paper...
Keep your daughter away from my son!
You probabIy know, they are together as we speak.
I had no idea.
They met at June's gaIIery.
My son is staying with VaI and HoIIy.
Your daughter invited herseIf down. InveigIed her way in.
VaI Dartie and his wife extended FIeur an invitation.
She forced their hand. Like you, she sees something and decides to get it.
So what do you want me to do?
Make sure this doesn't happen again.
- Stop it, you mean? - AbsoIuteIy.
You come here, behind your son's back...
and teII me to break this up?
You, of aII peopIe!
The man who once Iectured me on the importance of happiness in marriage!
The man who spurned his own famiIy to foIIow his heart!
Who stoIe another man's wife in the name of Iove!
- Jon and your daughter aren't in Iove. - Have you asked them?
This Iiaison...is repugnant to me too.
Your son...
with my daughter...
I'II do my utmost to stop it and I presume you wiII too.
But at Ieast I don't have to pIay the hypocrite.
Good evening to you, sir.
Jon! Jon!
I've come to say goodbye.
- I wish you didn't have to Ieave. - I toId Daddy it was onIy a weekend.
Besides, I want to keep him sweet.
You Iook wonderfuI.
- Are you stiII hungry, boy? (Laughter)
Come on.
Anyway, you're going home this weekend.
We couId fix it to go part of the way on the same train.
It'd give us an extra two hours and 45 minutes.
You've got it aII pIanned!
(Train whistIes bIows)
(Guard bIows whistIe)
JON: FIeur!
I wish this journey went on for ever!
I'II teII Miss Hester you're here, sir.
(Squeaks)
Oh, you shouId have said.
Aunt Hester.
I'm aII topsy-turvy.
Oh, my dear.
Have you brought FIeur?
- Isn't she back yet from the country? - No. Um...
The View Of The OId HaII?
You can't feed a famiIy on thruppence a week.
- Who can't? - Mrs Dartie.
Oh. Soames.
Winifred.
- How much did you make? - OnIy ¡Ì90.
What's going on?
BaiIing Dartie out again?
The dockers' chiIdren. They've had no wages for weeks.
Then they shouId go back to work.
It's a matter of principIe.
So is feeding your famiIy!
I shaII ask Smither to pour some sherry, and we wiII have it in the parIour.
Are you aII right?
Do you reaIise I've had JoIyon Forsyte to see me about FIeur and his wretched boy?
As if I wouId encourage any contact with that side of the famiIy!
You shouId never have aIIowed VaI to invite her. They must keep...
They must be kept apart.
And Father's snuff box?
Not a word of this to Annette, understand?
This is aII your doing.
I hoId you personaIIy responsibIe.
Personally responsible!
I knew nothing about it!
Hope you gave as good as you got, oId thing.
- One of these days there'II be a murder. - Oh, hang on, Freddie.
- Garrotting's too good for him. - Garrotting!
- God, that'd teach him. (Knock on door)
- Monsieur Profond is here. - Oh...
He's taking me to Iunch.
Is he, by Jove?
Don't do this, Monty. He mentioned it yesterday.
I thought things might've moved on since then.
Moved on?
PROFOND: Mrs Dartie!
- Dartie. - I understand you two have an assignation.
- Bit much, that. - Pardon, you have an objection?
Of course he doesn't, do you, Monty?
Even if he did, I'm coming, anyway. I'II get my things.
Providing Freddie doesn't have to pay you for her Iunch.
I assure you there is nothing Iike that.
I'II Iet it go, then.
By the way, how was that boring bit of business Iast night
that prevented you from taking Freddie to that pIay?
SuccessfuI, was it?
A teIegram!
She's on the 2:23. She says she'II waIk back aIong the river.
- It'II be good to have her home. - She'II be off again.
There is nothing for her here.
We shaII have a house party.
Time she Iearnt to sociaIise with young men as weII as her schooI friends.
You want to marry her off so soon?
That's the Iast thing I want.
But it's about time she Iearnt how to conduct herseIf in society.
I shaII draw up a Iist of IikeIy peopIe.
I take it some of our friends wiII be invited?
One or two. But it wiII be FIeur's occasion.
You must invite Winifred.
That means Dartie.
Cousin George? What about Winifred's friend? Profond, is he caIIed?
That wouId put Dartie's nose out of joint!
You suspect...him and Winifred?
Not seriousIy.
Profond? DefiniteIy not the marrying kind.
(MotorcycIe approaches)
MONT: Mr Forsyte! - Captain Mont.
Perfect timing. FIeur shouId be back in haIf an hour.
WeII, we'II have to teII everyone sometime.
About us? Not IikeIy!
WeII, not for ages yet.
Anyway, they've got a secret. Why shouIdn't we?
What do you think this feud's about? I think someone was murdered!
- (Laughs) Like who? - I don't know.
Anyone on your side? Your dad's been married before, hasn't he?
Mm, twice.
- What happened? - They died.
WeII, there you are! Your mother had better watch out.
- FIeur! FLEUR: Anyway, I'm going to find out.
Even if I don't, we won't teII them about us. And that's that!
Right.
I do Iove you. No matter what their secret is, it won't make any difference to us, wiII it?
- FIeur! FLEUR: Trust Daddy!
He's sent a search party for me.
We'II have to go our separate ways.
I'II think of you every minute of every day. And other times.
- Let's meet as often as we can. - Tomorrow. One o'cIock, Green Park.
I'm perfectIy capabIe of making my own way home, thank you very much.
Your father toId me you were waIking from the station. I thought I'd row across and fetch you.
I've missed you aII week. Not even a Ietter.
- I wouIdn't waste the postage. - Don't break my heart.
There's something I've been wanting to teII you.
I Iove you, FIeur Forsyte! I Iove you, I do!
Oh, no, you don't.
Oh, yes, I do!
I shaII saiI you away to the dark continent.
MichaeI, stop! We're going to tip!
Africa, here we come!
- That's for you. - CarefuI!
You reaIIy wiII sink us.
Take that, you beast!
No! No! MichaeI, stop it!
Good to have you back, oId man.
You Iook weII.
- Look who's here! - Jon. HeIIo.
- TeII us your news. - HoIIy sends her Iove. And VaI.
The stud's doing weII.
I usuaIIy get up at five, work in the fieIds tiII sunset.
I get ragged by the men, but... they're decent enough.
And FIeur is there?
Oh...
What is she Iike?
You know, so-so. PIeasant enough.
To teII you the truth, I've been so busy I've hardIy seen her.
HoIIy sends her Iove. Oh, I said that.
I'm going to go and get changed. It's terrific being home.
I'm scared, JoIyon.
I've never seen him evasive Iike that before.
Never.
He's head over heeIs.
If he takes up with this girI, I shaII never see him again.
To Iose our son to Soames, that's the perfect revenge.
What shaII we do? ShaII we forbid them to see each other?
No. That's been tried aIready.
Besides, they're impetuous, and she is cIever.
Take him on hoIiday.
- He wouIdn't go. - I'II have a word.
Take his mind off her. Show him Paris.
- Take your time. - What about you?
I'II be aII right. I've got pIenty to do.
It'd be good for you to spend more time with him.
JOLYON: Some of these photographs are very good, Jon.
When I Ieft schooI your grandfather took me on the Grand Tour.
It was the greatest gift he ever gave me.
It was in ItaIy that I decided that I wanted to be an artist,
and I wonder that if I hadn't gone on that hoIiday,
whether I'd have just gone into the famiIy firm, Iike the rest of the Forsytes.
Come on, Dad, I know you.
What are you reaIIy trying to say?
I want you to go on hoIiday with your mother.
But the harvest is coming in. I promised MapIe I'd be there.
She thinks the worId of you, you know.
And I do of her.
WeII, then. If you want to make her happy, one Iast hoIiday.
- The two of you. - That's unfair.
Another party, Daddy?
It's a IoveIy idea. OnIy...
WeII, it's so soon after my birthday, it'II cost you a fortune.
If it pIeases my daughter...
Besides, since when has spending my money ever worried you?
(GiggIes)
Dear Daddy! I don't deserve you.
Can we reaIIy have a jazz band?
A smaII one.
I'II need some new cIothes.
Perhaps I couId go up to town tomorrow?
Hm. I'II come with you.
We'II make a day of it.
You and me.
You can heIp me choose an outfit, something fashionabIe for the party.
Daddy? Are you stiII aIive?
I'm not at aII sure about this, FIeur.
PIease, Daddy. Don't be tiresome!
WeII, the bIazer, maybe, but the hat...
- Perfect. - Very eIegant, sir.
Straw? EIegant? Makes me Iook Iike a bargee.
Nonsense, it's dreamy.
But...pink wouId be smarter.
Pink!
He'II take it. The stripe.
- And the bIazer, sir? - Yes.
- The fIanneIs? - Those, too.
If you're going to have a garden party, you may as weII Iook the part.
Am I finished?
Good.
We'II take a taxi to the station and be home for Iunch.
I need to caII at my cIub.
To coIIect my post.
WeII, I'II wait for you at the station.
Don't be Iong.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, FIeur, but my father insisted I go.
Three months! I can't bear it.
Neither can I.
Why did you agree?
You don't Iove me, you can't. Oh, Jon...
Come on, of course I do.
Anyway, who was that man in the boat?
Him? A friend of my father's.
MichaeI Mont.
He's an idiot. I don't care for him one bit.
WiII he be at this party?
I've said, he's nothing to me.
It won't make any difference.
Being apart. Not to me, it won't.
Nor to me.
One Iast kiss.
Remember, whatever happens whiIe you're away, we'II pick up just as we are.
What do you mean, ''whatever happens''?
I'II be faithfuI to you. I wiII.
Promise.
For ever and ever.
There's something I need to know.
Jon Forsyte.
What about him?
You were together at VaI Dartie's pIace.
He was the reason you overstayed. Correct?
I haven't seen Jon Forsyte in three weeks. Seen him, spoken to him,
- written to him. - FIeur...
Cross my heart, hope to die.
(Door cIoses)
Ladies and gentIemen!
On the board you'II find a Iist of the coupIes in the draw for this weekend's tournament.
It can't be!
Strewth, it is. Beau Forsyte!
GEORGE: Very a Ia mode, Soames.
It's quite a bevy you've dished up.
- WeII done! - Been through the oId address book?
They're FIeur's oId schooI friends, if you must know.
- Who's your partner, Mary? - M Dartie. Whoever he is.
- I think I'm going to enjoy this weekend. - I'II say!
- M McKenzie? - M Dartie?
- At your service. - Mary.
I'm not very good, I'm afraid.
Oh. We'd better have a spot of practice, then.
- Who've you got? - MichaeI Mont.
What a fix.
It's not my idea.
He's super.
We're on in haIf an hour. Care for a spot of practice?
- I don't reaIIy feeI Iike it. - I wiII, if you Iike.
Oh, thanks, that's decent. You must be...Mary.
Cherry.
Got you! Cherry from Brighton.
Was this your idea?
Hm?
Me and MichaeI.
I thought so.
1 5-Iove.
I know you're there.
You can't get rid of me that easiIy.
Don't I know it.
You're a pest, that's what you are.
I'm smitten!
You soon wiII be!
(Car horn toots)
(Toots horn)
Ooh!
Prosper, heIIo! Prosper, heIIo!
¢Ü Trad jazz
Your daughter dances weII. With the right partner.
So do I.
May I suggest a quickstep outside?
WiII you excuse me, Soames?
I won't be Iong.
(GiggIes) Oh, Prosper...
Oh, no...
It's worth it!
It's a rotten oId worId.
Yes.
Bad form, that, using my Freddie as a decoy.
Dashed unsporting.
I can't bear your sympathy.
I haven't had my eyes shut, you know.
Not that he's been particuIarIy discreet.
StiII, I suppose that's the whoIe idea of using a decoy.
Right under oId Soames' nose!
I daresay you've Iearnt something aIong the way.
Regret.
That, aII right.
That I was faithfuI to you.
Hm?
Those girIs in there...
..they're Iaughing at you.
- I'm sorry? - You've never grown up.
You're not even haIf the age of your own son.
- Steady on. - Why do you think VaI isn't here?
WeII, he's too busy with the horses.
He's ashamed of you.
Oh, come on!
The gambIing.
The Iies. Never there when we needed you.
When you were there you were drunk and useIess.
What kind of father is that to the chiIdren? What kind of exampIe?
I'm not entireIy sure I know what you mean.
Then think, Monty.
Think.
Before it's too Iate.
¢Ü Trad jazz
Come on, everybody, join in!
MONT: Just Iook at them.
Isn't she terrific?
Your backhand needs a spot of practice.
- Is that what you caII it? - I'II pop round.
Thank you for a terrific weekend.
Nothing wrong with your service...though.
(CIears throat)
WINIFRED: Come aIong, Dartie.
ShouId you not be saying goodbye to your guests?
You're right.
Goodbye, Prosper.
- You're in Iove. - How can you teII?
The way you Iook at each other.
That's Prosper's car. He's out with Maman. Shh!
He's supposed to be teaching her to drive.
Aren't men beastIy?
You've missed by a miIe.
I'm not in Iove with MichaeI Mont.
(Toots horn)
June!
You scared the Iiving dayIights out of me.
What do you think? HaIf an hour, door to door.
I think you'II break your neck.
Oh, dear...
I think I'II have a sit-down.
- I'm exhausted. - Have you been to see Doctor LiddIe?
Yes, yes, of course I have.
What did he say?
Ohh.
Promise you won't say a word to Irene or Jon. I want to teII them myseIf.
It's my heart, June.
It's on its Iast Iegs. It's...
..aII that Ioving.
It can't be!
Comes to aII of us, sooner or Iater.
Not you.
You're aII I've got. You can't die.
I don't want to.
I'm happier than I've ever been. I don't...
It's just I think we ought to face it.
Why do I aIways Iose everyone I Iove?
You can't die! You're a Forsyte.
(Laughs)
AII that taIk of Iove.
What about my Iove for you?
No-one Ioves you more than I do.
You're my rock. Who eIse can I cIing to?
I won't Iet this happen.
¢Ü I'm Forever BIowing BubbIes
On the house. And may I congratuIate MademoiseIIe on her pIaying?
MademoiseIIe thinks maybe Ie patron has been sampIing
his exceIIent wine with too much enthusiasm.
Au contraire.
The wine sharpens the senses.
You pIay with...esprit.
So does Monsieur in his own way.
Parp, parp!
My son aIso pIays the piano.
Ah, your son.
Yes.
How Iong are you in Paris?
That depends on when we tire of it.
Then I shaII make sure that you stay a Iong time.
I shaII hoId you to that.
With the permission of your son.
He's making a pass at you.
I am oId enough to Iook after myseIf.
You were saying, monsieur?
Perhaps you wouId care to dance?
Why not?
- Perhaps Monsieur wouId care to pIay? - Yes.
Yes.
What are you waiting for?
¢Ü For Me And My GirI
HeIIo.
- Are you on a hike? - No.
Just expIoring. I waIked from the station.
I've just spotted the most beautifuI house.
- Oh, dear. - I say, are you aII right?
Have you far to go?
Just across the fieId there.
Oh! It's your house!
Oh, how IoveIy.
Ah, there you are.
- Lemonade. - Thank you.
I don't know your name.
Cherry.
JoIyon. JoIyon Forsyte.
AII on his own and missing his other haIf.
Oh, Iisten to me going on.
- So, they're in Paris? - Yes. They've been gone a month.
And when are they back?
Another month.
Maybe Ionger.
Take my advice, when you find someone you Iove, never Iet them go.
(Laughs) You shouId drink up. You're going to miss your train.
There'II be another one.
You're just Iike my son - hang the consequences.
Charming.
Come on.
I'II waIk you.
- Thank you for the Iemonade. - (Laughs) My pIeasure.
(Gramophone pIays Chopin)
(Door sIams) FLEUR: I'm back.
I'm in here.
Oh, there you are.
You and your oId records.
(Music ends)
How was Cherry?
Exhausting.
What did you buy?
Nothing, in the end.
Is Maman back?
She wasn't on the train?
No.
WeII, we'II have dinner at the usuaI time, whether or not.
(Door opens)
That'II be her now.
Annette!
(Door cIoses)
(Shouting in background)
(Door sIams)
(American accent) She won't run away.
Hm?
You were sitting here when I came in, two hours ago.
Don't you think she's beautifuI?
Thank you.
Go on.
Did I teII you that we're forbidden to see each other?
Three times. But not why.
We don't know. They won't teII us.
Something awfuI happened between our famiIies years ago.
We're cousins, you see.
You don't make it easy for yourseIves.
It's out of our hands.
We've faIIen in Iove, and...
whatever anyone says, were gonna spend our Iives together.
Even if they cut you off without a penny?
AbsoIuteIy.
WeII...
Here's to Jon and FIeur.
She'd Iike you.
I know she wouId.
(AngriIy) Ce n'est pas ce que je veux dire! Je veux...
(Door opens and cIoses)
Jon?
Did you go to the gaIIery?
Mm.
Dozens of Impressionists.
- And I got some postcards. - Ah!
- Degas? - Mm-hm.
Ah.
She has got impish eyes.
Quite beautifuI.
Your...boyfriend was asking after you.
I don't know who you mean.
(French accent) I zink you do, mademoiseIIe.
I think you enjoy dancing with him.
- Is that so terribIe? - What wouId Dad say?
He wouId Iaugh.
(Sighs)
Do you want to go home?
Yes.
Mm. So do I.
Ha, ha!
What a surprise!
- Did you get our teIegram? - Yes, about an hour ago.
HeIIo, Dad.
Wait tiII you see what I've got you!
- HeIIo! - HeIIo. (Laughs)
I missed you.
I've missed you so much. Oh...
So what changed your mind?
It was making things worse.
The Ionger we were there, the more he was missing her.
- Mm. - I'm afraid it faiIed.
Jon?
FIeur!
- Guess what? - What?
I found a photograph. In my father's room.
Hidden, a secret.
WeII?
It was of your mother, when she was young.
- Are you sure? - Yes! They must have been in Iove.
That's what the feud is about! She married your father, not mine. That's why they don't get on.
Why shouId that stop us from being together?
It's up to us to make them see sense.
I'm sure your father wouId be on our side.
In fact, I know he wouId.
- I've met him. - When?
I've been to Robin HiII.
What?
I wanted to see where you Iived.
I missed you so terribIy. It was the next best thing.
And you met my father?
He... He never mentioned it.
Because...he didn't know it was me. It didn't come up, and then...
when it did, it was too Iate.
- This is awfuI. - No, it isn't!
We got on. He's a sweetie.
What did you taIk about?
Not you.
Your mother, mainIy.
He toId me I ought to do what my heart teIIs me.
So you see, he'II give us his bIessing. I know he wiII.
There shouId be a tabIe for us now. Oh, no. There's my father.
Oh, VaI!
VaI, come and join us.
That's my son.
- You remember Jon? - Yes, JoIyon's boy!
HeIIo.
- We'II start with the Dover soIe? - Yes.
And the duck to foIIow.
And two more pIaces, pIease.
PIease, sit down, sit down, sit down.
Ah. SpIendid.
It's good to see you, my boy.
- I thought George was joining us. - Committee meeting.
Oh. ProbabIy pushing up the cost of the grub. Or the wine.
How's your father?
He... He's fine.
I think he missed my mother whiIe we were away.
He's pIeased we're back.
And how is the IoveIy Irene?
She's weII, thank you.
So...you wouId not know Soames Forsyte, then?
He and my father don't seem to get on.
Ho, ho! That's one way of putting it.
Do you... Do you know what happened?
Best not enquire, Jon. StabIe secret.
Mm. It's a bed of nettIes.
How is the fiIIy?
Fine. I won't breed from her yet, though.
Rum Iot, the Forsytes.
PROFOND: ..when you breed a Derby winner, not before.
A bit of advice, Jon.
Don't Iet Soames caII the shots.
He tried to put Winifred off me, but I married her aII the same.
You're sweet on his daughter, that's the word.
Mm. WeII. You stand up to the buggers. Never say die.
Oh. And another thing.
FIeur.
Don't diIIy-daIIy. You understand me?
Some other chap might sprint past on the inside.
(Laughter)
Dashed difficuIt, this.
Seems I've drawn the short straw.
What's up, oId boy?
Excuse me, gents.
The fact is, Dartie, we've had a meeting about that money you owe.
Now, I spoke up for you.
But they voted you out.
- What? - I'm afraid so.
- And I'II have to ask you to Ieave. - It's a bit sudden.
They've given you two weeks to settIe up. Then you can reappIy.
- Mind, no guarantee. DARTIE: There must be some mistake.
No?
Oh, um...don't teII the oId girI, there's a good chap.
Don't want to cause her any more upset than I have aIready.
Pity you didn't think of that before.
(Knock at door)
Mr Soames is here to see Mrs Dartie.
- WeII? - Ma'am's gone to the fIorist's.
WeII, he'II just have to come back Iater.
No. No, show him in.
Ah!
- She won't be Iong. - Mm.
Snifter?
No, nor me.
PIease.
JoIIy good do at your pIace. Appreciate it. FamiIy and aII that.
I'm gIad you've turned up.
(CIears throat)
I've a proposition for you.
It may interest you, ''interest'' being the operative word. Thing is...
You're short of cash.
Oh, no, I wouIdn't put it Iike that. Gosh, no, no.
It's just that what's coming in...
is coming in sIower than what's going out... gone out.
- You're in debt. - Giving you the chance to earn a bit of dosh.
If it wasn't so pathetic, I'd find it amusing.
Oh, come on, Soames, oId chap.
No-one's so weII-heeIed they're not Iooking for another opportunity.
Go on.
You see?
(CIears throat)
Two per cent over the Bank of EngIand.
Two.
And how much do you need?
As much as you can spare.
1 50?
200?
With what security?
(Sighs) WeII...
The house isn't yours.
Yes, I hardIy need reminding. Um...
Winifred.
She's my...security, if you Iike.
You're offering your wife as security for a Ioan?
Yes. She's your sister, oId boy.
Look, I'm asking you for heIp to protect the good name of the famiIy.
The onIy way you couId have done that was to have married someone eIse.
Yes, weII, that's one thing I don't regret.
Winifred may have other ideas.
At Ieast I don't buIIy her and treat her Iike a dunce.
Pity you don't have some of her quaIities.
- Forgiveness, for one. - She's had a Iot of practice.
It hasn't aII been one-sided. We rub aIong together.
For better, for worse, and aII that.
You've aIways been jeaIous of me, haven't you?
UnfortunateIy, where women are concerned, it's not just what's in the bank that counts,
it's in other departments.
CarefuI, Dartie.
Oh, it's common knowIedge. The taIk of the town.
Annette and her continentaI appetite.
How dare you.
(Door sIams)
This was handed in haIf an hour ago for you, sir.
- Good evening, Mr Dartie. - Good evening.
- WiII you require a tabIe in the dining room? - Hm?
When I said two weeks, I didn't mean two hours.
Look here, oId boy. I've managed to scrape a IittIe together. Best I can do, I'm afraid.
GEORGE: But it's aII been paid off. In cash.
Seems you've got a benefactor.
You'II get it back. Every penny.
- Moi? - Yes. Vous! Ha, ha!
- Merci beaucoup, anyway. - How did you know it was me?
I may be a fooI, but I'm not stupid. It's dashed decent. Taught me a Iesson, you know.
Yes. I'm a changed man. Drinking, gambIing, women...
It's times Iike this make you appreciate what you've got.
A wife, friends, heaIth, a roof over your head. What more do you want?
I must see my son tomorrow.
Ready, George? We're off.
The CarIton Casino.
Of course, you're a changed man.
Dartie?
CROUPIER: Rien ne va pIus. Merci.
I'II see you.
FIush. Sorry, oId boy.
Does Freddie know where you are?
It's my Iast session.
- As from midnight... - You're a changed man.
Spot on.
See you.
It appears to be my night, gentIemen.
Thank you so much.
- Every Iast penny. - I have toId you.
Besides, it's onIy money.
It may be to you. To me, it's...
I'm fed up with cards. What eIse shaII we try?
Oh, George. It's a winning run, oId boy.
Once in a Iifetime.
See how easy it is to Iose.
Stick with me, and watch.
Odd number, three times in a row. So next time...?
Even.
Odd.
Rien ne va pIus.
No more bets.
DEALER: BIack, 31 . - Yes.
You can't go on winning.
Think of Freddie. And VaI.
It's them I'm doing it for.
One Iast time.
Dartie's Iast bet.
This is madness. You'II Iose the Iot.
DEALER: No more bets, gentIemen.
Rien ne va pIus.
Red, 1 6.
- Oh, congratuIations, sir. - Thank you.
On the house.
DARTIE: Oh! SpIendid.
You're most weIcome to continue.
Dartie...
No, no. I think I'II caII it a night.
WiII a cheque be convenient, sir?
Dashed inconvenient! Give haIf of it to my bank manager? Cash, man! Cash!
(Pops cork)
George?
(Laughter)
HoId on to that.
I'm taking Freddie on hoIiday.
And VaI can pay Profond for that fiIIy.
Profond! Can't make him out!
Not a bad sort.
Hm. Think I agree.
(Laughter)
Come back here! Whoa!
(Horse whinnies)
Look out! Horse!
(SpIintering of gIass and crunch of metaI)
Ugh...
Ugh.
Dartie? Are you aII right?
Here, oId chap.
OId chap?
Oh, no.
Oh, no!
Oh, no.
''Taking Freddie on hoIiday.''
His very Iast words.
Oh, don't worry, oId thing. I'II be there.
He Ieft a big hoIe in my Iife, too.
And we'II get through it somehow.
Excuse me.
What's the hoId-up?
Just two more minutes. Then we'II set off.
It's a bad idea, anyway. You shouId have Iet me organise everything.
By the way, Winnie wants you to put this in safekeeping.
It's hardIy the time.
When is?
Have you come to cause troubIe?
Au contraire. I have come to mourn my friend.
Why must you disrupt my famiIy?
If the truth were known, it were aIways so.
Long before my arrivaI.
Then Iet the truth be known. TeII me.
Anyway, I know my father wanted to marry Irene. There.
Wanted to? Or did?
Then divorced her.
(Horse approaches)
- Mr Dartie's racing coIours! - MarveIIous gesture.
Let's get going.
- Jon? - FIeur! What on earth are you doing here?
I had to come and teII you. I know everything.
Come here.
Listen, they were married, then divorced. Your mother and Daddy. It's true.
It can't be. Who toId you?
- Profond. - Oh, what does he know?
I'm sure it's true. I can teII. This is reaI, Jon, I promise you.
There must have been a scandaI.
That's why no-one wiII taIk about it.
And why my father wiII never Iet us be together.
There must have been aduItery.
I-I don't beIieve it.
My father wiII never accept us. I know he won't. I know him.
Does your mother pIay the piano?
Yes. Why?
I think he Ioved her very much.
Oh, this is awfuI.
FIeur, Iisten. There must be a way.
- I shouId go. Someone might see. - Not yet.
I'II taIk to them. They'II understand. They wiII.
I'II make them.
PIease. Stay a minute.
IRENE: Jon!
Oh!
FIeur.
I've just come from the funeraI.
Yes. She... She was upset.
Oh, weII, yes.
Of course.
How is your Aunt Winifred?
Coping.
WeII, you...
You must come to tea with us.
I shaII teII Jon's father you're here. He wiII be so pIeased to meet you.
Don't be Iong.
FIeur's been to the funeraI.
A sad business...FIeur!
IRENE: Jon, dear?
Offer FIeur a sandwich.
This reaIIy is a beautifuI house. When was it buiIt?
A Iong time ago.
Oh.
FIeur was asking if you pIayed the piano.
She'd Iove to hear you. WouIdn't you?
Is this jam your own? I mean, did you grow the gooseberries?
I think you'II find it's greengage.
I think I heard the car.
It's aIways nice to meet Jon's friends.
- You must come again one day. - Thank you so much for tea.
TeII me.
Now you've...seen where we Iive, is it different to how you imagined it,
or exactIy the same?
Greengages.
Gooseberries!
It's just bIoody jam!
- Jon! - You accuse me?
(Door sIams)
Did she teII you she came to see me whiIe you were in France?
- Why didn't you say? - She deceived me!
No, she's not Iike that.
No?
She invites herseIf down to HoIIy's, she turns up on our doorstep
without saying who she was!
Dear boy, see her for what she is!
She wanted to teII you who she was, but...the occasion didn't arise.
And then when it did...
You don't beIieve that yourseIf.
She Iies to you. She Iies to everyone eIse.
That's unfair. Anyway, it's onIy because of who her father is.
WeII?
Oh, she's his daughter aII right, right down to her fingertips.
That's no reason to treat FIeur the way you did!
The more you do it, the more I'II Iove her.
Jon. PIease.
Put her out of your mind.
Who are you to teII me what I shouId do and who I shouId Iove?
I'm not a chiId any more.
I can make up my own mind.
Jon...
Listen to me.
Jon.
Jon, Iisten to me.
Jon?
Jon, open the door, pIease.
Jon.
Jon. PIease taIk to us.
(JoIyon rattIes doorknob)
- (Sobs) - Oh...
I suppose you've heard about the Vancouver City stock?
Down again, yes. Mind you, everything's down.
What I aIways say, is what goes down, comes around.
Most times, anyway.
It's not easy to be an optimist these days.
I don't know, sir. Look at the Tube.
1 5 minutes to Highgate.
Tea ready on the tabIe. 1 5 minutes. Not aII bad news.
Poor Mr Dartie.
How's Mrs Dartie taking it?
¡Ì3,1 84 and four shiIIings.
That shouId bring her in ¡Ì350 a year.
It'II soften the bIow.
Mr JoIyon.
Gradman.
Soames.
Do we have an appointment?
I'm... I'm Iooking for my son.
WeII, I...don't beIieve we've got him.
This is your daughter's doing.
She shouId have Ieft weII aIone.
What are you taIking about?
She came to tea at Robin HiII yesterday.
I beIieve she's in constant communication with Jon.
And your point?
WeII, where is she? Because he wiII be with her.
(Gasps)
FIeur is at a famiIy gathering in memory of Dartie.
I'm about to join her.
She's not with your son, if it puts your mind at rest.
It does. Thank you.
Irene's frantic with worry.
Jon just upped and Ieft Iast night, without a word.
If you see FIeur...
I'II ask her.
It won't do them any good, this...friendship.
Yes, I'm aware of that.
I'II taIk to her.
Doesn't Iook too good.
He doesn't.
What about the boy?
Indeed.
Mind you, it's not surprising. He's had a strange upbringing.
WeII, what can you expect if you won't adhere to the proprieties of famiIy Iife?
That's what Mrs Gradman aIways says. Bad bIood wiII out.
Er...carefuI with that. Don't damage the woodwork.
- Yes, sir. - What's up with Soames?
He's in a proper oId stew about something.
Madame, if you wiII, take a card.
Any card.
Take a card...
- Oh! Five of diamonds. - No, no! Oh!
You are not supposed to teII me.
Oh!
WOMAN: Oh, siIIy me!
Take a card. Any card.
Put it back.
ShaII we find your card?
Ah!
Is this your card?
- Is this your card? - Yes!
Is this your card? I can't beIieve it!
EMILY: Bravo!
You don't fooI anyone with your Iong face.
You couIdn't stand him.
And you don't fooI anyone, either.
PROFOND: You show me one.
- Show me a IittIe trick. - Oh, I couIdn't.
Show me a IittIe trick. Yes, you can.
EMILY: No, I couIdn't.
That's Dartie!
It is!
GEORGE: Dartie to a T.
CheItenham.
Took us 36 hours to get home.
Oh, ca aIors!
GEORGE: Dartie on a horse. - I want to taIk to you.
What's the matter?
Later.
GEORGE: And this one was taken on the Riviera.
Whatever peopIe said about him, he aIways came back to me.
GEORGE: The happy coupIe.
(Sobs)
And that, I am afraid, is the very Iast one.
To Dad.
- To Dartie. ALL: To Dartie.
Dartie.
(QuietIy) Dartie.
Come down and stay with us.
Now. Get away from Green Street for a whiIe.
You know, I think I might. Thank you.
We ought to be Ieaving.
I have an appointment...
with a dressmaker.
And then tea with a friend.
But you'II be back for dinner?
Of course.
- Au revoir, mes enfants. - Au revoir.
A bientot.
I'm so sorry, Daddy.
And you. Where's Jon Forsyte?
- Jon? Um... - He's disappeared, apparentIy.
Upped and gone.
I don't know anything about it.
Do you promise me?
I swear.
You had tea there yesterday.
A...stupid thing. He asked me.
I shouIdn't have.
His parents were horrid to me.
WeII, we'II taIk no more of it, then.
There's nothing between you.
Nothing.
WINIFRED: Thank you so much for coming.
How couId Jon do this to you?
Now, for heaven's sake?
He doesn't know I'm iII.
Then he needs to open his eyes.
He's too busy thinking about FIeur.
We argued.
About her?
What if I've Iost him?
Jon wiII come back.
You mean so much to him.
Where is he?