Fleur!
- Oh... (Both giggle)
Let me show you the cottage.
..""so l want to live on my own for a while and see if l can do it.""
Why, for heaven"s sake?
At least there"s no mention of Fleur.
""lf you want to contact me urgently get hold of Maple.""
""l"m staying in one of his cottages. Otherwise, please don"t worry.""
""l"ll be in touch soon. All my love, Jon.""
- He"s cut himself off. - No.
No, he wants to show us he can be independent,
that he"s not tied to our apron strings.
Perhaps he"s thrown Fleur over,
he"s licking his wounds.
l want him here.
- Now. - He"ll come back.
(Sighs)
The row, was it about me?
Dad behaved appallingly to you.
l don"t know what got into him.
l don"t want to be the reason for any bad feeling between you.
You"re not the reason.
He is.
How long are you going to stay here, then?
l mean, not for good?
No, l just need some time away from them.
They"ll understand.
They"re pretty amazing parents most of the time.
Poor Jon.
You don"t have to be back for a whole week.
lsn"t it amazing, all this time?
Daddy thinks l"m in Brighton with Cherry and that l"m in love with Michael Mont.
l shouldn"t have written to you.
- You shouldn"t have come here. - Why?
You know very well.
l thought...
that when l got your letter
this is what you wanted.
Stop it, Fleur.
- You don"t love me. - l do!
- You asked me here to make fun of me! - No, no.
l"m leaving.
Look, can"t you see?
l"m dying for you.
We mustn"t rush this.
lt"s the most important thing.
lt"s everything.
You"re sure it"s not because...
Because of what?
Don"t break my heart, Jon.
l couldn"t stand it if you did.
How could l ever do that?
That"ll be all for this evening. Good night.
Good night, sir.
Mrs Forsyte.
""Mr Forsyte,
l feel it my duty to inform you that your wife has been in the company...
..of a dirty foreigner.
Prosper Profond.
He meets her twice a week
and they use the amenities of a hotel in...
Bayswater.""
(Giggles)
What have you to say?
Foreigner. lt"s misspelt.
Don"t deny it. Dartie has told me as much.
Did he? Charming.
And now l get this, a letter from some stranger.
- The whole of London must know my wife"s a... - That your wife"s a what?
You"re nothing but trouble.
The lot of you.
Do you remember what you were when l married you?
And do you remember how old l was? Not half your age.
l have given you the child you wanted, l"ve stood by you.
But l"m still young.
You"ll give up this friendship. Understand?
- l"ll do no such thing. - Then l"ll make you.
Cut you out of the will. Divorce you.
Poor Soames, losing another wife. Think of the scandal.
So you have the paperwork for Miss Fleur"s settlement?
l want to change the trustees.
The present Mrs Forsyte is the sole trustee?
- Sir. - l want to strike her off.
But, sir, that means Mrs Forsyte will have her yearly income.
- And nothing more to depend upon. - With immediate effect.
Make Mrs Dartie the sole trustee and Mr George Forsyte a backup.
Very good, sir.
How is Mrs Forsyte, sir?
- Well, thank you. - And Miss Fleur, sir?
Gone to the coast with a school friend. She"s in Brighton.
Sir.
Tell me again.
""l feel it my duty to inform you that your wife has been in the company of a dirty foreigner.""
(Chuckles)
Excellent! My reputation precedes me.
He meets your lady twice a week.
Excusez moi? Only twice? No, no, no.
Last week, it was one, two...
Three. Four. Four!
- And next week? - Oh, next week...
- Oh! (Knock at door)
- Soames. - Merde.
Yes? Who is it?
The hot chocolate you ordered, sir.
And the liver, for the dog.
(Dog barks)
There.
l"m so sorry, sir.
Grrr.
- (Barks like a dog) - (Growls)
(Barks)
(Howls)
(Squeals happily)
Grrr!
(Playful squealing and laughter)
Hot chocolate and liver? Quel chien gastronome!
Grrr!
lt doesn"t matter, does it? The letter.
Oh, no, my chocolat chaud.
lt doesn"t matter at all.
- Grrr! - (Giggles)
You want to...
cut the stalk out of that.
lt"ll be too tough to eat.
l had a vegetable garden for years.
l don"t know if Jon told you, but l wasn"t always made of money.
May l?
Jon"s working at the farm. He"ll be back soon.
l owe you an apology.
l was pretty unpleasant the last time we met.
lt"s Jon you should apologise to.
lt"s you l want to talk to.
l didn"t mean to lie to you that day at Robin Hill.
l"m sure you didn"t.
l jumped to conclusions about you.
Why?
Because you"re a Forsyte.
So are you.
Yes, but l broke away from them.
Why is the family so very awful?
What did they ever do to you?
They uphold values l don"t adhere to.
Like what?
Selfishness.
Possessiveness.
Money and power over love.
But l"m not like that.
Then prove it to me.
l will. l"ll do anything.
Give up my son.
lt"s you who"s being possessive now, selfish.
l"m dying, Fleur.
See it as a last request, as a plea to your better nature.
You don"t look ill.
lt"s heart disease.
Final stages, apparently.
l"m sorry.
So am l.
Jon didn"t tell me.
Jon doesn"t know.
Neither does lrene.
You can call it stupidity, pride.
l don"t want them to pity me.
l can understand that.
But l need Jon to be strong for me,
to be with me.
l"m not stopping him from coming home.
l know. lt"s all his decision.
He"s chosen a bad time to strike out, that"s all.
l"ll persuade him to come back to Robin Hill, but l"m not going to break it off with him.
lf you marry Jon, lrene will be entirely alone.
He doesn"t have to choose between us.
Yes, he does.
You mean, my father?
lt"s so unfair.
Do the right thing, the selfless thing.
All right.
l"ll finish it.
Thank you.
- lt was delicious. - Don"t sound so surprised.
l"m not. lt"s just...
l was brought up on cook"s knee. Pastries, roasts.
We"ll make a farmer"s wife of you yet.
l had a visitor today.
lt was your father.
What the hell"s he doing checking up on me?
He wasn"t. He just dropped by.
All right.
He wants you home.
He misses you and l know you miss him.
l"ll survive.
You argued. You should make it up.
What"s he done, hm?
Bewitched you?
Come here.
Every day of our lives should be like this.
But it can"t be.
l just want to slam the door on the whole lot of them.
l"ve got a better idea.
We could elope.
ln Scotland, we don"t need to be 21 and we don"t need parental consent.
One of us only needs to be a resident for 21 days.
l could go up there and deposit a suitcase.
Three weeks later, we could travel up together, reclaim it and get married.
l"ll go up with the suitcases.
Oh, Jon!
No. You go home, make amends with your father.
Well, l suppose l wouldn"t mind.
But...
Don"t tell him about us.
Tell him that l"ve thrown you over.
Yes.
And then, when we"re married, and there"s nothing they can do about it,
we"ll tell them.
OK.
21 days.
l love you.
Edinburgh. All aboard. Scotland train.
I couId go to ScotIand and deposit a suitcase.
Three weeks Iater, we couId traveI up together, recIaim it and get married.
Mr Mont, sir.
Ah. Mr Mont, come in.
l don"t want to intrude.
You"re not.
The house seems rather empty without Fleur.
She is one of those people, wherever she goes the place lights up.
- Ah. How nice to see you again. - Likewise.
Fleur"s not back until tomorrow, l"m afraid.
We"re all on tenterhooks.
- Where are you going? - lnto town.
- l need something to read. - Send a servant.
l like to go.
There is very little of interest or amusement to keep me here.
Mr Mont.
You see, l, unlike Fleur,
am not one of those people.
- The house does not light up. - l don"t know, sir.
l"ve been to two of your parties now and they"ve both been splendid.
l merely provide the finances for the illumination.
Well, somebody jolly well has to.
- Good of you to volunteer. - You"re buttering me up.
Of course. l"m sweet on your daughter.
Well, at least you"re honest.
She"s a lucky girl. lt seems that, all her life, you"ve allowed her to be what she wants,
to do what she wants.
- Some would say l"ve indulged her. - Thank God you have.
There aren"t enough Fleurs left these days,
people who have the courage to enjoy themselves.
My intentions, sir, are serious.
Do l have your approval?
- You haven"t known her long. - Love"s not about that.
- And Fleur"s very young. - ln years, perhaps.
Well,
as you say, she does what she wants.
ln the end, the matter lies with her.
But, yes, Mr Mont, you have my approval.
JOLYON: Now l just want to say a few words. Anyone mind?
l just want to say...
thank you, really, to all of you for putting up with me.
Well, it"s about time.
lt just seems l"m increasingly becoming a cantankerous old fool.
l hate confrontations, yet l"ve always been in the middle of them. First with my own father,
then my son...
And, Jon...
lt means everything to me that you are sitting here tonight.
Welcome home.
- Welcome home. - Cheers.
Welcome home.
l chanced upon an entry in Burke"s Peerage this morning.
Michael Mont"s father"s a baronet.
Typical Michael, not to tell me.
He"s a dark horse.
- He"s set on you. - Do you think so?
Young people these days are so sure of themselves.
And you weren"t?
Did you never set your mind on something and have it at all costs?
Not much good it did me.
Was it an affair of the heart?
A grand passion?
l"m heading for bed.
- Good night, darling. - ls she still alive?
She is, isn"t she?
lt"s Jon Forsyte"s mother, isn"t it?
- And you were married to her. - Who told you? l don"t want it dragged up.
Fleur.
A grand passion it was.
But it was a long time ago and no-one would understand these days.
l would.
You see, l"ve inherited it.
For her son.
You told me that foolishness was all forgotten.
Would it really be so very bad, Daddy, if we struck up together?
Leave it well alone, my love.
His family will never allow it.
What if l can"t?
Michael Mont"s a good man, a fine man.
Michael...
lt"s far better to be with someone who loves you more than you love them.
There"s nothing worse than always trying to please someone...hoping they"ll look at you,
smile at you...
Jon"s not like that.
He"s his mother"s son. He has her blood running in his veins.
- No! - Be honest with yourself.
Who"s doing the chasing? You or him?
- Have you seen Dr Liddle again? - l just feel better.
And you"ve told lrene?
- Not yet. - Dad.
l will.
Well, at least you talked to Jon about Fleur.
l don"t need to. lt"s over. l"m sure of it.
- l went to see her, you know. - Where?
Jon"s cottage.
She gave me her word and l believed her.
Doesn"t make sense. These things don"t just go away.
People don"t stop feeling for each other.
June, June, please.
Jon"s back. Fleur"s gone. Let"s forget it.
You must talk to him.
Oh, my, my.
lt"s important. You can"t leave these things unresolved.
Sometimes, you"re like a bull in a china shop.
- Adorable, l mean. - Right.
- Let me do things my way. - l won"t say another word. Only...
Sssh.
(Whispers) Don"t leave it too long.
(Horn toots)
Ah, Miss Forsyte.
A pleasure indeed.
What do you want?
To say goodbye to your parents.
Goodbye?
l am off on my travels.
Never to return.
l can"t stay another week.
Bored is the truth of it.
The life, the people...
Well, that"s a beastly thing to say.
Then l apologise.
Monsieur Profond.
This is a welcome surprise.
He"s going away.
Yes, l am off yachting.
Around the world or somewhere.
But you"ll be back?
Probably not.
l won"t be missed.
You underrate your charms, Mr Profond.
Oh, don"t misunderstand me.
l have adored my stay here in England.
You know, the English are so welcoming, so amusing,
but l like to leave a place before the bloom is lost.
Excuse me.
There is something l must attend to.
Goodbye, Madame Forsyte.
Mr Profond.
l"ll help you.
Oh! lt"s true.
ln a week l will be forgotten.
Maybe that"s no bad thing.
Mr Forsyte, we are both men of the world.
You know the letter, the scandal.
lt"s best we part as friends.
(Car horn toots)
Well, he"s gone.
l"m awfully sorry.
Telling you in front of us.
Don"t be too hard on him.
Or me.
We betrayed no-one.
What about Daddy?
Your father and l will carry on as before.
He married me for one thing only.
A child.
You must have loved each other.
Oh, my treasure.
l think l"ll lie down.
l have a headache.
You"ll have supper in the dining room?
Of course.
l thought...
lf you wanted to go to London,
we might all...
head up there, tomorrow.
You and Fleur...
..might spend some time shopping.
You need some new dresses.
l"d like that.
Thank you.
The pheasant really was delicious.
lt was done to a T.
- Do you shoot, Mr Mont? - Not since the war.
Oh, of course.
My father thinks l should just throw myself back into it. He"s probably right.
- But you play cricket. - l love it.
Ah. Well, then. Val"s organised a jolly to the Eton-Harrow. You should all come.
l haven"t been for years.
l"ve got a table in the Bedouin tent.
Sounds irresistible!
l rather thought so.
A top-hat occasion, of course?
- Mm. - Not many of them left.
Yes, we"d like that.
l don"t understand cricket.
lt"s time you learnt, my dear.
lt might amuse you.
Very well.
Fleur?
When is it?
Next week.
That would be lovely.
Excuse me a moment.
Ah.
Here you are.
l needed some air.
l didn"t invite you to lunch, it was Daddy.
Yes, he and l are in love. Do you mind, awfully?
We thought we might elope to the south of France.
- You"re an idiot. - At least l"m not dull.
What"s happened to you?
Since Brighton you"ve been like a strung-up kitten.
Well, if you think l"m dull then leave me alone.
l can"t do that, l"m afraid.
l"m smitten.
Come and meet my people.
They"re having a do, weekend after next.
l might not be here then.
Going away again?
No.
lt"s just...anything might happen.
But then we must seize the moment.
l want to be with you all of the time.
l can"t think of anything worse.
You"re the better half of myself.
The missing half.
How can you say that? You don"t even know me.
l know that you make me laugh, even when you"re being dull.
That"s more than enough for me.
Anyway, who"s being a bore now?
- l do like you, Michael. lt"s just... - ln some circles l"m quite a catch.
And what circles would those be?
The Women"s lnstitute.
Come to the cricket with me.
l"d love to.
But as a friend, you understand. Nothing more.
(Applause)
Bravo.
Why doesn"t he run?
He hit a boundary.
lt"s a four.
CROWD: Ooh! - Howzat?
Bad luck.
- Leg before. - Leg before what?
Wicket. lt"s quite simple.
l don"t even know which team we"re supporting.
lt"s not as if Daddy went to either school.
There"s nothing wrong with Winchester.
l didn"t say there was.
Ah. lt"s lunch.
Let"s go and join Winifred.
Ah.
Mr and Mrs Forsyte.
Mr Mont.
- Mr Mont. - Mr Forsyte.
You look wonderful.
Let"s go in, shall we?
Come along, Fleur.
(Ladies giggle)
Mr Soames Forsyte, please.
Table Two.
Thank you.
Mr Michael.
Mayfly was never a sprinter, George.
Nothing less than a mile and a quarter.
Aha.
There"s Soame"s protege.
Oh! Soames.
Mother says he"s got a handle.
- So why does he call himself ""mister""? - Good question.
Cousin George and Val are here. Come and meet them.
They"re longing to see you. Follow me.
Just down here.
Are you all right?
Come on through.
George.
Mr Mont.
Nice to see you again, Mr Mont.
- l"ll give you six to four on Harrow. - Five guineas.
Well done.
- Oh! - Ah!
- How lovely to see you. - Pleasure to see you.
Howzat?
(Laughter)
Oh, sit down, Prosper, and behave.
Mr Forsyte.
A pleasure, indeed.
Mrs Forsyte.
A pleasure, also.
- Thank you. - Mr Profond.
Now, l think we should order champagne.
Prosper, do you think we should have champagne?
- Champagne. - (Giggles)
So, are you enjoying the cricket?
Very much, but l am hanged if l can do the sums.
- The sums? - On the blackboard.
That"s the score.
Nobody told me.
Why are you wearing that cap?
l paid for it with my own money. That"s good enough reason for me.
Were you ever at Eton?
No, and l wasn"t at Arrow, neither. Arrow, Arrow, Arrow!
You mock us.
There"s no harm in it. lt"s only a game.
lt may just be a game, but there"s a principle.
l repeat, you have no right to wear that cap.
Should l wear my other one?
Leave Mr Profond alone, my dear.
How can he possibly understand?
The word ""principle"" does not translate for him.
More"s the pity.
Pudding?
Excuse me.
MONT: Excuse me.
- Are you all right? - He"s a horrible man.
- l hate it that he"s back. - He"ll be gone again. He"s the sort.
Anyway, your mother gave him short shrift.
How about a stroll around the boundary?
(Brass band plays)
Would you care to dance?
ldiot.
- Marry me, Fleur. - People are watching.
(Loudly) Then l"ll say it again.
- l mean it, Michael. - Very well, then.
l"ll buy you an ice cream, instead.
l"ll not be put off.
Come again when l haven"t got my wish.
And what"s your wish?
That would be telling.
l"ve just seen someone.
An old friend.
Please, l"ll see you back at the tent.
- ls it really you? - What was that all about?
Oh...just nonsense.
Let"s find somewhere quiet. My father"s here.
l"ve missed you so much.
Do you still want to marry me?
He"s in love with you, isn"t he?
That chap.
So are you.
And that"s what matters.
- Still the same, isn"t it, after 40 years? - Here, maybe.
Beyond those walls, everything"s going to pieces.
The youngsters have no sense of the past.
- And no concerns for the future. - lt"s a sign of the times.
So many of their brothers and sisters didn"t have a tomorrow.
Profond.
ls he back again for good?
One never knows with Prosper.
He"s leaving tomorrow.
- l think. - He"s a sign of the times.
Look, he"ll be gone and we won"t see him again.
Hm?
Come on.
So, you"re...
angry with me?
Bored, rather.
Your behaviour has become so predictable.
You turn up out of nowhere with your party tricks.
Would you like me to go away again?
Does it matter what l"d like?
l"m off to Le Touquet tomorrow.
l came here today to ask if you"d like to come.
But if l am boring...
You may be.
But Le Touquet isn"t.
l love Le Touquet.
Where could Jon have got to?
He"s probably met a school friend
or chatting up some girl.
- Gives me some time alone with you. - (Giggles)
l"d just like to ask you about this...
Jolyon.
Oh, damn, damn, damn.
(Low conversation in background)
Doesn"t matter.
Of course it does. He"s here and we can"t stay.
But l"ve been looking for...
Oh... l"ll come back.
Where the hell is Jon?
Come on, Soames.
Come on.
- We"re going. - Why can"t you just let...
- We"re leaving. - But your cricket.
l have no interest in it!
Where"s Fleur?
l thought l might go to Paris.
To see maman.
When?
Tomorrow.
l can"t stop you.
l never could...
..stop her either.
Go! And don"t come back, for all l care!
There"s my father.
- Are you with your parents? - Yes.
Let"s go now, this afternoon.
We"ll be halfway to Scotland before we"re missed.
Tomorrow"s soon enough.
Don"t worry. l"ll be there in the morning, just as we arranged.
He must be somewhere about.
Oh, no.
What?
He has lied to us all along.
l"ll talk to him.
l love her, Mum.
l know.
l can"t believe he has been so deceitful.
He is 1 9 and he thinks he"s in love.
lt"s her manipulating him!
He should stand up for himself. We"ve taught him to be honest.
We haven"t always been honest ourselves.
l went to see her, you know.
l didn"t tell you. l didn"t want to upset you, but she swore to me she"d give him up.
Christ, l laid myself open to her.
l told her that...
What?
You told her what?
Told her what, Jolyon?
You"re ill.
You are ill.
ls it serious?
Oh, my darling.
lt is.
Please, please don"t worry.
All of these trips to London...
l knew, of course, but l...
l couldn"t bear to think of it.
Oh!
How long do we have?
Not long enough.
With you, it"ll never be long enough.
l can"t bear the thought of that girl with Jon.
lf they marry l might not be there to stand between you and Soames.
He can"t do anything to me now.
You"ve put it off for so long.
You have to tell Jon what happened.
¢Ü MOZART: Piano Sonata in F Minor
What will he think of me?
You brought him up to be understanding.
- But his own mother. - lrene.
You did nothing wrong.
(Clears throat) Jon.
Yes?
Would you mind just coming in here for a moment?
l know it looks bad, and it is bad, but l was going to tell you this evening.
No, it"s all right.
Sit down.
There are things we should have told you a long time ago.
lt"s just that...
we don"t talk of them ourselves.
lt"s painful and difficult for both of us.
l know that Mum was married to Fleur"s father
and l know that you divorced him.
l can see why this makes things very awkward.
There must have been some kind of scandal.
From the point of view of the world,
l behaved badly.
l left Fleur"s father...
(Clears throat)
..my husband, for another man.
Yes. Dad.
- No. - No. Someone else.
An architect.
He built this house.
lt seems very shocking,
but l am not ashamed of it.
He saved me and l...
l loved him.
This is what l don"t understand.
You both flouted everyone for love.
So why can"t l?
He"s...he"s right.
You"re right.
This makes us look petty and selfish.
We can"t stop him, Jolyon. Why should we?
Because of Soames. That"s why.
Maybe we shouldn"t go into this...
- Go into what? - He has to know.
- lf he"s going to carry on with Fleur... - What are you talking about?
What happened?
ln some ways, it was my fault, you see.
l kept him at arm"s length. l couldn"t bear him to be near me.
He was my husband, after all. l locked him out, you see.
Maybe l shouldn"t have.
Maybe if l hadn"t...
- lrene. lrene. - What?
What did he do?
Fleur"s father has a very particular view of the world, a Forsyte view.
He was born to believe that a man owns a wife, as a man might own a slave.
- Surely not. - A great many people share his opinion.
Courts for one.
Soames is a solicitor. He knew his rights and he asserted them over your mother.
Physically and violently.
- Jolyon... - Without her consent!
That is enough!
After that night, she left him.
With nothing. Well, the clothes on her back, little else.
He continued to hound her,
to insist that she was his property.
Now...
when l first met your mother properly, when we first fell in love, she was hiding from him.
ln France.
But he hunted her down there, too.
Wanted her back, wanted to have a child with her.
The child he would eventually conceive with his second wife, which was Fleur.
- (Groans) - Dad?
Jolyon?
You"re not well.
- Mum? - Sit down.
(Groans)
Get my pills. ln my erm...in my coat pocket.
- Pills. - And water.
Dad?
She saw him today at Lord"s.
The horror on her face.
The fear.
An obsession like that doesn"t go away, Jon.
And, if he gets a chance, he"ll hound her again and we can"t let that happen.
You can"t let that happen.
lRENE: Here you are.
Take this. Jolyon.
The doctor...
Should l call a doctor?
Yes. l think it would be a good idea.
Mr Jolyon, sir,
are you all right?
Don"t fuss.
Call Doctor Liddle. You"ll find the number in my book.
- What"s the matter with him? - lt"s his heart.
(Groans)
- Dad! - Undo his tie!
Call the doctor, please.
- (Groans) - Jolyon?
Jolyon?
Oh...
(Sobs)
(Train whistle)
(Sobbing)
Jon?
(Sniffs)
Come back.
lt"s so horrible.
So parochial. That little urn!
lt"s what he wanted.
l thought he"d be buried properly, next to Gran, but no.
No, typical Jolyon.
Reduces himself to nothing and doesn"t even allow us to witness it.
He wrote clearly. No-one to attend the cremation.
Why?
You know what he was like.
He hated people to make a fuss over him.
He doubted himself.
He was a genius at slipping away.
You know that he adored you.
l always felt that l couldn"t be old if l had a glamorous father like him.
Now he"s gone and here l am,
a spinster.
June.
Your life in London is so varied and full.
Not without him, it isn"t.
(Sobs)
Oh, l"m sorry.
Shall we go and say goodbye?
Mm.
Though l speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not charity,
l am become as a sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
Bye, Dad.
Charity suffereth long and is kind.
Charity envieth not.
Charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.
lt doth not behave itself unseemly.
When l was a child,
l spake as a child,
l understood as a child...
..l thought as a child.
When l became a man...
(Voice breaks) ..l put away childish things.
- Take care of Holly for me. - Of course l will.
- lf you need anything. - Where"s Jon?
- l haven"t spoken to him at all. - We really should think about going.
Will you tell him he read beautifully?
l will.
- Bye, June. - Goodbye, Holly.
l had to come.
ls it very awful?
Pretty bad.
The suitcase is still in Scotland and the trains run every day.
My father died, Fleur.
He died.
l"m sorry.
l miss you so much and our plan, it"s still a good one, isn"t it?
l don"t know. l can"t think.
That was then and now...
lt"s more than that.
- You"ve found out something. - No.
- You have. - l don"t wish to go into it.
- For heaven"s sake, Jon. - Your...
Your father behaved in a dishonourable fashion.
l won"t say more.
Daddy?
Dishonourable?
lt was your mother who deserted him. She walked out on her husband.
Marriage isn"t about possession.
You wouldn"t say that if l walked out on you.
- He loved her and she... - Don"t talk about my mother like that.
When we first met you told me she"d never do anything to make you unhappy. Not true.
She"s holding onto you, keeping you from me.
l"m going back to my family.
l"m sorry.
lt was horrible of me.
l"ve been thinking of you, longing for you.
Please, Jon, don"t let"s argue.
All right.
lt just keeps running through my head.
We can be married now.
Married.
My... My father...
You have me, my darling.
You have me.
We"re married now.
Jon.
June!
- June! - How could you?
- On this of all days. - lt"s not what it seems.
l came to find you. l thought you must be feeling awful about Dad.
- But no! You"re with her, having... - l didn"t mean to!
lt just happened.
Things don"t just happen! Not with Fleur Forsyte, at any rate.
She"s planned this, step by step. And she hasn"t cared...
- She"s not like that! - Of course she is!
Why do you think that Dad objected to her so much?
Why do you think we all want to see the back of her?
l"m glad he"s not here, to see how low she"s brought you.
Won"t you stay the night?
Er...l"ve got to get back.
l"m meeting the lawyers tomorrow, about the valuation of the estate.
Yes. Well, thank you for taking all that on.
You"ve enough on your plate.
June...
lt"s all right.
Come down, won"t you?
Whenever you like.
Robin Hill is just as much yours as it is mine.
lt always has been.
l"ll get Jon.
Better not.
l"ll miss my train.
There you are.
We were wondering.
l was in my room.
Did...June talk to you?
What about?
lt doesn"t matter.
What is it, darling?
l"m tired, that"s all.
Mum?
Oh, Mum.
l"m so sorry.
What for?
Well...
For the last few months.
For holding you back from Fleur.
lt"s me who should be apologising to you.
l brought that man back into your life.
l worried Father insanely.
Let"s not think about Soames Forsyte.
Let"s think about Fleur.
Do you love her, my darling?
l mean, really love her?
l wouldn"t be holding onto her if l didn"t.
You"ve only known her a few months.
You"re 1 9 years old.
She is very beautiful and you want her.
Who wouldn"t?
But is that love?
Does she feel the way you do?
Of course she does.
- Are you all right? - Yes. l"m tired.
Like you.
l won"t stop you, Jon.
Whatever you decide.
But if l lose you...
Darling,
how could you?
(Door opens)
Fleur, will you please come...
Where have you been?
Robin Hill.
l"m sorry, Daddy. l had to go.
Are you very cross?
l thought all that was over.
lt isn"t.
Of all things!
Jon and l mean to be together.
l"ve been seeing him.
l know you didn"t want me to
and l"m sorry l didn"t tell you.
He"s a darling. l love him, Daddy,
and you will too when you meet him.
l know you"ll come through for me.
His mother"s been holding onto him, saying horrible things.
What sort of things?
About you.
lt"s not true.
Whatever she says.
She"s a mean woman. She can"t care for him.
Not really. Not like you care for me. Talk to her.
l can"t help you with this, Fleur.
lt"s the one thing...
Tell her that l shall stay yours and Jon will stay hers.
We"re not trying to take Jon away from her.
lt"s preposterous.
lf you don"t want to see her, we could devise a means.
Only you can persuade her, Daddy.
Now Jon"s father"s dead, it wouldn"t be too awkward.
Awkward?
You don"t understand.
You wouldn"t mind seeing her, really.
Would you?
l suppose...there are some advantages.
All the Forsyte money would stay together.
- Exactly. - Now her husband"s gone...
- A family thing. - She must want grandchildren.
She"s alone, after all.
Please, Daddy.
Please.
- lt will only stir things up. - They already are stirred up.
You don"t care for me.
lf you do it, Jon and l will wait. A year. Two, if you like.
And you and l can go travelling.
The grand tour we"ve always talked of.
By rights, l ought to throw you out.
Daddy!
Stop your allowance, withhold your capital. Parents do it.
Not you.
What am l to do if you don"t, Daddy?
l think l shall die of misery.
Mr Forsyte.
Parfitt.
(Coughs)
l"m here to see Mrs...
..Forsyte...
..on a very important matter.
Beauty and proportion.
What are you doing here?
Well?
l need to talk to you.
You"re not wearing black?
Jolyon didn"t want it.
l apologise for the intrusion, but this business must be settled one way or the other.
Won"t you sit down?
No, thank you.
lt"s an infernal mischance!
l"ve done my best to discourage it, but my daughter is persuasive
and l"ve got into the habit of indulging her.
l suppose you"re fond of your son?
Devotedly.
Well?
lt rests with him.
You don"t oppose it?
lt"s his decision.
(Rings bell)
Well, l sup...
l suppose it will happen, then, this unnatural marriage.
Please tell Mr Jon l would like to see him.
He is in his father"s studio.
There"ll be formalities.
Whom do l deal with? Herrings?
Yes.
The poplars along the drive have grown.
l planted them
for you.
l remember an evening...
Please, stop.
They might have been brother and sister for heaven"s sake!
That is enough.
What l mean to say is, this might have been saved if only you"d done your duty,
been a wife to me.
That"s all l wanted, all l ever wanted!
l"m unlikely to see you again.
Will you shake hands?
Let the past die.
How can l after what you have just said?
So cold. Made of stone!
Always made of stone!
What"s going on here?
Step away from my mother.
l said step away!
Well, young man...
l"m here for my daughter.
lt rests with you it seems. Your mother leaves it in your hands.
Get out.
l"ve brought myself to come here
and l"m insulted.
- l know what you did all those years ago. - l did nothing!
- You abused her! - Jon!
lf you must know,
she left me for another man, a string of other men!
Please, stop this.
My father said he pitied you.
Your father was an adulterer.
He took her from me. She was mine!
She is not yours! Do you understand?
l am not anyone"s!
Jon!
Let go of him! You...
You"re brawling like a common child.
And you...
Get out of my house.
Get out.
l"m sorry.
l don"t know what came over me.
That family"s like a disease.
And it spreads.
l need some air.
Well?
What happened?
You marry that boy over my dead body.
Over my dead body! Do you hear?
Jon! Jon!
Jon!
What are you doing here?
Don"t let them do this to us. Come away with me now.
l can"t.
This doesn"t matter.
They don"t matter. Whatever happened here just now is about the past.
No.
Don"t give up on us, Jon, please.
Don"t give up.
Go home with your father, my dear. Give us all time to think.
Don"t...touch me!
l know what you"re doing.
You"re pretending to make yourself look nice.
Lying...so you can have him all to yourself.
He"s mine. Do you understand?
- He"s mine! - ls that how you really think?
But we"re meant for each other.
We"re meant to be.
No.
l don"t think so.
Come on, Mother. lt"s getting cold.
Jon!
Just go home, Fleur!
Just go home!
Jon!
¢Ü BACH: Prelude No 2 in C Minor
Jon!
(Sobs)
Fleur.
Come. Come away, my dear.
Don"t let these people hurt you.
They"re not worth your little finger.
What you must have done all those years ago!
Here.
- You"re cold. - Keep away from me!
Fleur...
Away!
Thank you, Speight.
(Fleur sobs)
Fleur.
Fleur, my love, you should eat.
Fleur.
Why don"t you call Mrs Forsyte?
How is Jon?
Fleur came last night.
lt"s over.
Are you sure about that?
- Positive. - Good thing, too.
- He"s upset. - So he should be.
Have you two argued?
A small matter.
Where is she?
Fleur?
Ma petite Fleur!
What has happened?
(Fleur sobs)
Do you remember?
When you were a little girl...
..l used to brush your hair.
A hundred strokes.
(Laughs) How you hated it.
Do you want it up?
Or maybe a bow?
l don"t care.
A bow, l think.
The more miserable one is on the inside...
..the more important it is to decorate the outside.
lt doesn"t matter any more.
You feel too much.
Like your father.
You always have.
What does he know?
This extraordinary idea that one should marry the person one is in love with.
ln France, a husband is for convenience.
Lovers are for love.
What do you think?
The new look.
lt"s very chic, very Colette.
l brought you the new book from Paris.
l"m getting lines.
You are very beautiful and no-one can take that away from you.
Find yourself a good man.
A man that won"t cause you trouble.
Then look elsewhere for your passion.
(Knock on door)
Come in.
Mr Mont"s here again.
l don"t want to see him.
He brought these.
And these.
(Laughs) He"s an idiot!
And these.
What shall l tell him?
Come back tomorrow.
He might find me up.
You shouldn"t invest in stocks. Too high risk.
Take out bonds.
- Bonds are boring. - l have bonds.
Exactly.
And so did your father and mine.
The Forsytes probably invented the concept.
(Knock at door)
Monsieur Profond, ma"am.
Prosper.
l thought you"d gone.
How lovely to see you.
Europe is a dull place
and l pined for Green Street.
Nonsense!
Business brought you back, then?
A long-term investment.
Delighted, old boy.
Oh, you"re just the thing.
l want to park my money and George is no good.
Well, if you insist on shares,
you should get Soames to handle it for you, keep it in the family.
l"ve never had the ready in my life.
l"m not about to give it to anyone else to play with.
Well said!
As far as l can see, investment is just a sophisticated form of gambling.
lt"s not as if l don"t know about that, is it?
The American market is where you should start. Wall Street is in the doldrums at the moment,
but it is going to go up.
Erm... (Clears throat)
l think l"ll go to the club.
Oh, dear.
Will you excuse me?
¢Ü AARON COPLAND: The Cat And The Mouse
lrene!
Oh, l"m sorry. We"re interrupting.
No, l am delighted.
l am all fingers and thumbs with this piece.
Stick to the old stuff, why don"t you?
- Because it"s a challenge, Val. - lrene, this is Prosper Profond,
the gentleman who may be able to help Jon.
Enchante.
l saw this young composer in Paris.
- Was he good? - Extraordinary.
Quite electric.
And most unusual to find him in an English drawing room.
This isn"t your average English drawing room, Mr Profond.
My stepmother isn"t your average English lady.
What a blessing...
on both counts.
- Jon! - l"m going upstairs.
Jon!
- There"s someone to see you. - Not now.
These are good. They are very good.
You"re lucky to see them here at all.
My sister"s about to make off with them and hang them all in her gallery.
You come from an artistic family.
Sometimes it"s hard to live up to.
Were your parents artists?
No, they were peasants from the north of Armenia.
- But you"re so... - Rich, yes. l make it my life"s work.
l"m sorry. l"ve been rude.
Things are difficult at the moment.
You need a change of scene.
You"re an outdoors chap.
l have some mines in British Columbia if you...
That"s a big change.
And it"s kind of you, but...
Six months ago, l"d loved to have gone to British Columbia.
The beauty of the world.
l look at it now and it doesn"t seem beautiful any more.
You are in a poor way?
l am, rather.
So is Fleur Forsyte, from what l hear.
How did you know?
She has been ill, apparently.
But happily, she"s better now, returning to bloom.
The sun is shining on her in the form of a young man, Michael Mont.
Do you know him?
No.
A favourite of hers, it seems.
Has been for...a while.
- A bientot. - Yes. Goodbye.
Take care.
(Door closes)
What an amusing man.
Fleur"s got someone else.
Already.
Already!
Mind the...
Good, good.
Come through. Follow me. Through here.
Just here.
l want it in front of this panel.
- ls that OK for you, sir? - Yes, fine. Stop just there. Thank you.
Good.
lt"s electrically pumped.
lt reproduces perfectly.
And we"re off.
(Jaunty Rachmaninov melody)
(Giggles) lt"s wonderful!
(Russian accent) Madame.
Will you dance with me?
Shall we?
Don"t be stupid.
(Laughs)
Bravo! Bravo!
They"re dancing madly in there.
l"m out of puff.
Oh!
Michael"s staying for lunch.
Does she like him?
- Fleur? - Of course, Fleur.
l haven"t asked her.
Usually, she"d have told me.
Until this summer.
This...boy!
l"ve done nothing wrong.
This boy, Jon Forsyte, he hurt her.
- She"s angry. - Why with me?
Because she can be.
Will she come back?
l hope so.
Thank you
for coming back from France
so quickly.
lt was nothing.
We needed you and you came.
lt is rather amazing, a piano that plays on its own.
There"ll be proper wireless transmission soon.
These old things will be swept away.
lt"ll change everything.
ldeas will finally have a channel.
Of course, it"ll be very dangerous.
Why?
Well, it"s easier to lie when you"re not face-to-face.
Sometimes l think that you like me.
Otherwise why would you want me here, why keep me hanging on?
And sometimes l think that you really don"t care at all.
ls there someone else?
- No. - Then l"m going to ask you again.
lf the answer"s no, l"m not coming back.
But we"re friends.
l believe l could make you happy as more than that.
Will you marry me, Fleur?
Would you do anything for me?
Even if everybody told you not to.
Would you stand by me anyway?
lf you were my wife, l would.
Then l"ll do it.
l"ll marry you.
(Laughter)
A toast.
Whoops.
- To the happy couple. ALL: The happy couple.
Michael.
Congratulations, my dear.
Fleur...
My darling.
You"ll have to let me beat you at billiards now.
Absolutely, sir. l promise. Every night.
(Fleur and Annette whisper)
GEORGE: lt"s a bit speedy, isn"t it?
- She"s not up the duff, is she? - Oh, George!
You are not enjoying your port?
Oh, sorry.
lt"s rather grand in a small way.
lt"s delicious.
Have you thought any more about British Columbia?
You"re so nice to me and l don"t know why.
You lie terribly.
lt"s most amusing.
Thank you.
l er...also have a small concern in New York.
A printing business.
Printing?
You could get your hands dirty in that way.
- You"d have to work. - l don"t mind that.
My mother would be...pretty much alone.
l think your mother is quite capable of looking after herself.
MlCHAEL: Ah, gentlemen.
There you are, you old devil. Getting hitched?
You should see her. She"s a beauty.
To Michael and his wife-to-be.
Fleur.
MEN: Fleur!
Did you not know?
l"m sorry.
She can"t love him.
She is marrying him.
When?
Soon.
She must be doing it to hurt me.
Why don"t you find out?
ANNETTE: What"s King Lear all about? - Fathers, daughters,
inheritance, usual things.
SOAMES: So he"s back.
He"s been here a while. Didn"t you know?
l hear congratulations are in order.
You do not lose a daughter, Mr Forsyte, but you gain a son.
That"s the general idea.
Unlike King Lear, of course, who loses everything.
The death of his daughter Cordelia is utterly unnecessary.
Well, you"ve given it away.
A sacrifice to the proprieties of tragedy.
Oh! You"ve dropped your programme.
ln the 1 8th century, they rewrote the ending.
Cordelia lived.
So did her husband and her doting father.
Everyone happy ever after.
Quite right.
Shall we see you in the interval?
l doubt l"ll endure that long.
A bientot.
- Excuse me. - Are you all right?
l"m a little hot.
SERVANT: Go, thou. l"ll fetch some flax and whites of eggs
to apply to his bleeding face.
Now, heaven help him!
(Applause)
Excuse me.
Where"s Fleur?
Who was the boy, sir, with Profond?
- Boy? - Dark, good-looking.
Fleur looked like she"d seen a ghost.
With Profond, are you sure?
lf she had a former attachment, l need to know.
A silly romance. He trifled with her. He threw her over.
ls she over it now?
lf she wasn"t, she wouldn"t be marrying you.
Annette, my dear.
Are you all right?
Stupid to feel so faint.
The play"s about to start again.
l thought l saw someone l knew.
Well, they"re not here now.
lf you saw them, they"ve gone.
Are you ready to go back in?
- l"m ready. - Good.
Fleur.
l haven"t got much time.
Shopping with Michael and Mother.
Presents for the bridesmaids.
- So what do you want? - l had to see you.
Why?
Do you love him?
Really love him?
What do you think?
lt"s possible.
So you believe l could do that?
Love you one day body and soul and forget about you the next?
No, l... lf you don"t love him, why are you marrying him?
To get away from home, of course.
l can"t stand my father.
Michael"s nice. He"ll look after me.
Nice...
- Well? - Nice isn"t enough.
A marriage for convenience is terrible.
What are my alternatives?
You know l still love you.
How can l know that?
l think about you every moment of every day.
ls that why you"re here?
We"d be ruining too many people"s lives.
My mother"s, your father"s.
- Not this again. - We can"t exist in a bubble, Fleur.
And we can"t exist for other people.
You see...
We think differently.
No, Jon.
Not really.
l might be selfish, but at least l"m honest.
None of this matters. lt"s all excuses.
The truth is, they poisoned you against me.
- Your mother, your family. - No.
They made you doubt me.
l can see it now in the way you look at me.
ls she really like her father? A grasping, greedy...
No, l don"t think like that.
But you don"t want me back.
You brought me here today to make sure l don"t belong to someone else.
And what"s that, if not possession?
Possession of the lowest sort.
l"m so sorry.
No, l am.
l love you, Jon.
So much it hurts.
- Please don"t go. - There"s nothing to stay for.
- We"ve hardly talked. - Don"t try and see me again.
You can"t marry him!
You can"t.
And who are you to tell me that?
lf you won"t have me, then l shall do it my own way.
l"ll forget about you, Jon Forsyte. l swear l will.
MlCHAEL: Ah, there she is.
Who was that?
An old friend, l believe.
You knew she was meeting this boy?
l had an inkling.
You English men.
l don"t understand. Absurd codes of honour.
These things have to be cleared up.
And what if you"ve lost her?
Then l never had her.
Are you all right, my dear?
You look cold.
Maybe a little.
But l"m all right, Mother.
ln fact, l"ve never been better.
Thank you so much for coming. We"ll keep in touch.
Jon.
l didn"t know you were in London.
They were so calm, weren"t they? His pictures.
Looking at them, it"s like he"s here.
We"ve hung them thematically.
Let me show you.
l"ve decided l"m going to New York.
Can l take a picture, please? A drawing.
Of course.
Any that you like.
- Another time. - Jon, why New York?
l thought you hated cities.
Or is she going out there and you"re tagging along?
l"m sorry. l didn"t...
l"ve been so cross and miserable.
She"s marrying someone else.
Oh, Jon.
lt"s not her fault.
lt"s me.
l"ve been loathsome.
Ever since Dad died, l can"t think straight.
One moment l want Fleur, the next, l...
..l don"t recognise myself.
You"ve been caught by the past, my love.
All that pain and anger.
l found this in an old portfolio.
lt"s Mum.
Who"s the man?
He was her lover.
The person who gave her the strength to leave Fleur"s father.
He was also my fiance.
There are a great deal of things in my life that l"m proud of.
This gallery, for one.
The best thing, the most important thing
is that lrene and l found a way to put the past behind us.
You can do that too, Jon.
But nothing means anything any more.
lt will.
lt will. Believe me.
(Pianola plays)
This will never do. lt"s filthy.
Bilson and the rest of the staff will give a final clean tomorrow.
l think Michael should go home.
lt"s bad luck to see your bride the evening before the wedding.
Fleur is happy.
That is the important thing.
(Giggles)
lt"s getting rather late.
You"re right.
- l should be getting back. - Oh, no, Michael, please don"t go.
You can stay all night if you like.
ANNETTE: Uh-uh-uh!
Save that for tomorrow.
- Good night. - Good night, Mr Mont.
Good night, sir.
Michael.
l"ll see you out.
- You know, you"re a pig to your father. - He deserves it.
l rather like him.
After all, he introduced me to you.
You know, you"ve never said it.
- Said what? - That you love me.
Because if you don"t...
..we should stop all this now.
What a chump you are!
Giving a girl the let-out. lt might make me think you don"t care.
Don"t twist things.
You know l do.
And you?
Face-to-face.
Can you say it?
l love you, Michael. More than anything, more than anyone.
There. Now l"ve said it.
You"ll probably care for me less.
l care for you more.
lf that"s possible.
Don"t!
Blast!
Are you ready?
You look very beautiful, my dear.
Away with you, both of you.
l"ll do that.
You can always pull out, you know.
lf you want to.
And why should l do that?
Marriage is for life.
Or at least it should be.
Think very carefully.
l have thought.
Not about Michael, you haven"t.
But the other one.
Don"t talk about him. You don"t have the right.
The right?
l"m your father. l"ve given you everything.
l"ll give it all back when l"m married. l"ll throw it at you if needs be!
My whole life l have dedicated to you, to making you happy.
But you got it wrong, didn"t you?
You thought l cared about dresses and frippery.
l"d have married Jon in my underclothes.
And because of you - you! -
he stopped loving me.
The one thing l really wanted.
Of course.
lt"s my fault.
lt always was.
That"s how she saw it. How she still sees it.
l don"t want to hear about her.
l"ll tell you anyway, shall l? The great sin your father committed.
Then you can write me off altogether.
l said l don"t want to hear it!
l married her because l loved her!
Very simple.
That"s why Michael"s marrying you.
She abused my trust. She denied me my right as a husband.
She ignored me.
She flaunted her lover in my face!
- She locked me out of her life, her body! - Please!
One night...
her door was open.
She was lying there looking very beautiful.
She is very beautiful, don"t you think?
l whispered her name, but she was asleep.
- Stop. - l must have been mad.
l think l was. Mad for her.
So l took her.
Forcibly.
A punishment.
And now when l see her...
..whenever she looks at me...
..l know she"s thinking only of that.
lt"s all in the past, Daddy.
lt"s a terrible thing.
Jon didn"t have to leave me.
You didn"t change his mind.
He did that all for himself.
The fool!
When he could have had you.
He didn"t want me.
Not enough.
What a lovely colour... Oh, there"s Bilson!
- What a day, Bilson. - l never thought l"d see it.
GEORGE: Not a bad turnout. All probably wondering the same as me.
- Will the bride reach the starting block? WlNlFRED: Of course.
lt"s a havey cavey business.
lt"s all for the best. Now, get in.
The aristocracy are such a disappointment.
One expects them to look different.
- Who from? - From us, of course.
But if anything, we"ve got the edge.
- Smarter, better turned out. - Fleur"s done that, at least.
- What? - Officially pulled us into the upper classes.
Oh.
Our names will be recorded on the stud book. Money joined to land.
(Whispers) Annette.
Psst. Annette.
- ls everything all right? - She"s on her way.
She"s on her way, George!
Fleur!
l"ve got it!
l"m ready now.
Let"s get away from here.
Now.
Our grand tour.
Dressed like this?
l should stand out rather, don"t you think?
But are you sure about this?
Your marriage to Michael?
Marriage can be a...
misery.
We"ll be all right,
Michael and l.
We"ll rub along.
But thank you, all the same.
¢Ü Here Comes The Bride
(Door opens)
You know what"s happening now?
- This moment? - Yes.
You know that you"ll forget her soon enough...out there.
How long did it take you to forget this other chap?
The one before Dad?
A while.
A long while.
l saw Fleur again.
- Oh, so she made contact? - No, l did.
The way we parted before was terrible.
But this time...
We met in Green Park.
She was different.
Grown-up.
Everything she did that day...
..everything she said...
..reminded me of why l loved her.
Oh, Jon.
l thought l might go to Paris, stay with some old friends.
And maybe on to Spain.
And the house?
What"ll happen to it?
l shall let it.
Put it up for sale.
For sale.
Well, a house...
..is only a possession, after all.
Still, it"s hard not to care.
Mmm.
¢Ü Wedding March
(Applause)
(Cheering)
(Chatter)
lt"s Profond.
She did say she wouldn"t invite him.
Don"t let it spoil things.
Not today.
Winifred, this is Michael Mont"s grandfather.
lt"s rather nice, isn"t it?
Eh?
- (Louder) lt"s rather nice, isn"t it? - Yes.
The last wedding l was at was in The Cape.
Mm. Tribe...buried the bride up to the waist.
Didn"t Fleur look lovely?
And that dress!
Have you ever been married, Mr Profond?
A number of times. l don"t recommend it.
lt"s like Miss Anne used to say, Miss Hester, ""Marriage is not the be-all.""
But one might like to try it
all the same.
Ah. A successful affair, Mr Forsyte.
The bride looked in top-notch health.
lndeed. Why shouldn"t she?
A splendid display of the feminine sex.
But the gem, the cherry on the cake...
..is your sister, of course,
Mrs Winifred Dartie.
(Giggles) Prosper!
l... l...just must...yes.
This American stockbroker of yours, the fellow Winifred uses.
- He"s bona fide. - And high risk.
lf you ruin my sister, Mr Profond, you"ll have me to account for.
Ruin her? Look at her.
Winifred is the only Forsyte who seems to enjoy spending money.
And, of course, she"s the only Forsyte who was never given any.
Gosh. Sorry. l didn"t mean...
lt"s all right.
You"re Michael"s cousin, aren"t you?
Do you want me to go?
Stay if you like.
You looked so beautiful in your wedding dress.
l can"t wait to be married.
How old are you?
- Nine. - Nine?
That"s a lovely age to be.
Your sash is undone.
Here.
You"re not crying?
On my wedding day?
Of course not.
Go and tell them l"m almost ready.
l"ve brought the car to the front. Where"s Fleur?
- l"ll go and see. - l will.
She"s coming down! She"s coming down! She"s coming down!
Excuse me. Excuse me.
Excuse me!
My darling, how wonderful.
Darling, will you take my handbag?
Thank you very much for all your help.
- Good to see you. - We"ll see you soon.
Daddy.
Will you do something for me?
The picture. The Degas.
Come on, Fleur. We"ve got a boat to catch!
Throw it away, will you? Get rid of it.
l don"t want it here when l get back...
..reminding me.
(Cheering)
(Car horn toots)
Wait here, Speight. l"ll walk the rest of the way.
Very good, sir.
l thought l"d start on the cellar, ma"am.
Mr Jolyon"s fishing equipment.
lf you would, Parfitt.
There is somebody coming to view the house this afternoon.
(Knock on door)
Probably be them now. Thank you.
l shall see to it.
You haven"t come for the house?
lt crossed my mind.
But no.
Oh.
This is for your boy.
Fleur wanted me to get rid of it, but...
..but l couldn"t.
l think he should have it.
lt"s a small...thing.
Not valuable but...
..important.
Come in.
Please.
You"re going away?
Jon"s abroad.
Nothing to keep me here.
- Fleur. - Mmm.
A likeness, certainly.
- Something in the eyes. - Yes.
My daughter was an imp. She was never bad, you understand.
Has something happened to her?
No.
You talked of her in the past tense.
Oh. Honeymooning. That"s all.
Forever, it seems.
l sometimes wonder if l was right.
About what?
l got a letter from Jon today.
lt"s so formal.
He writes like a 45-year-old and he was...
..he was always so alive.
Did we ruin it for them?
Were we too blind to see that...
My daughter is happily married.
Of course.
We are anticipating grandchildren.
That would be a happy occurrence.
l"ll...leave you
to your packing.
Soames.
Bye, then.
l won"t see you again?
Probably not.
Come and gone?
- He didn"t come about the house. - He didn"t want to let it?
No.
Oh, no.
ln fact, he...didn"t want anything.