♪ ♪ Mr. Forsyte.

SOAMES: Miss Heron.

Are you returning to London?

I'm finished here in Bournemouth.

There's something I was hoping to discuss with you.

What, here?

No.

What can I do for you, Miss Heron?

If I were to marry you, Mr. Forsyte, would you promise me one thing?

If our marriage is not a success, then I shall be as free as if I had never married you?

If we were to marry, then it would be a success.

You would not hold me in a marriage that was not happy?

Miss Heron... Irene, I promise I would make you happy.

You must promise I would be free.

Then I do.

Do you swear it?

I do solemnly swear it.

Should you ask me to marry you again, Mr. Forsyte, I would find myself able to accept.

Miss Heron... Miss Heron, would you do me the great honor of becoming mine?

I will marry you, Mr. Forsyte.

Then you make me the happiest man on earth.

Come on, Perry.

( laughing ) Jole... here.

She was your wife, and they didn't even tell you.

This is true exile.

It's cruel, and so typical.

No, they stick with their own, Helene.

Outsiders are... well... outside.

( fussing ) What will happen to June?

She'll be fine.

She will now be the whole focus of Dad's life.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry.

( baby crying ) I feel such a sense of guilt.

Oh, don't.

You... you understand what this means.

We can be married now.

Will you marry me?

Of course I will.

Yes.

( giggling ) Jolly, I have some news.

Come here a minute.

( Chopin's "Nocturne in E flat Major" playing ) ( piano still playing ) ( stops playing ) Carry on.

( resumes playing ) That's the first time I've heard you play in months.

Chopin.

You used to play this for me in Bournemouth.

Do you remember?

( book bangs on floor ) Happy birthday, Mamma.

She was so young.

You Forsytes go on forever.

We Forsytes have strong blood, June.

Your mamma didn't.

No fault of hers.

Gran... My dear?

( sighs ) I've something to say.

I rather thought you had.

There is... a certain person.

Ah.

What do you mean "ah"?

I don't know what I mean.

Well, anyway... there is.

And this person is a man?

An architect.

( sniffles ) And how old is he?

Twenty-six.

And you're 17.

What does that matter?

Not a hoot... ( clears throat ) except I remember certain persons when I was 17, and they didn't matter either.

He matters, a very great deal.

Exactly what I should've said at 17.

( sighs ) I love him.

Yes... maybe.

And I suppose he's penniless?

He earned a hundred pounds last year.

Just what I said-- he's penniless.

Besides, he doesn't need money.

He's so splendid, Gran.

He's often lived on cocoa for a week.

No granddaughter of mine will marry a man who'll feed her on cocoa.

I will.

You will not.

I will!

No.

Yes!

No!

Gran.

Phil will have money.

He's a brilliant architect.

I will say yes to an engagement.

But you're not marrying until he's on 400 a year.

Thank you.

Thank you!

Thank you!

( giggles ) ( clears throat ) ( birds chirping ) Good morning, Smither.

Oh, good morning, Miss Ann.

And how are we today?

Well enough.

I shall get up this afternoon, Smither.

Now, the doctor said you must stay in bed.

Nonsense.

There is to be a reception for Miss June's young man at Mr. Jolyon's house... You're not strong enough.

and I shall attend.

You're not strong enough.

I shall attend!

Very well, Miss Ann.

But, Smither...

I shall need your arm.

MAN: That's the way.

Up.

Up!

Oh, it's perfectly splendid!

You're so clever, Phil.

Oh, it's the most marvelous kite!

Robust, aesthetic, a triumph of design!

Now come, June.

When it climbs higher, you must have a turn.

Oh!

Oh!

Ah!

Look out!

Oh, what a shame!

Oh!

Well, so much for robust.

Oh, you poor thing, Phil.

Hours of preparation for just one moment's delight.

( laughs ) A metaphor for love.

Nonsense.

SOAMES: That must be the architect.

They'll adore you.

What's he wearing?

It's a hat.

Yes, I can see it's a hat.

You're here!

How splendid!

Oh, I've so wanted you to meet Phil.

Philip Bosinney, Irene Forsyte.

Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Bosinney.

Pleasure to meet you.

Irene is my greatest chum.

( laughs quietly ) JUNE: Please be good friends, you two.

BOSINNEY: I'm sure we will.

She's beautiful, isn't she, Phil?

( laughs ) Didn't I tell you?

Yes, yes, she is.

Architecture?

It's an admirable profession.

I don't heal the sick or clothe the naked.

No, but beauty and proportion-- these are vital concerns.

Yes.

Well, thank you.

So, you'd let a man with no money into the family.

No, I wouldn't.

Till he's got some.

Not like you let in Dartie... or Soames's wife.

Uncle James... allow me to introduce my fiancé.

Mr. Philip Bosinney, Mr. James Forsyte.

How do you do, sir?

Very well.

Phil's the most marvelous architect, Uncle James.

You should consider building.

He'd draw you wonderful plans.

Good gracious.

Building?

What am I supposed to build?

What are you doing?

The poor old chap!

We need 400 a year.

But we can't expect it today.

Yes, but what fun to frighten the uncles.

Bumpy looking beggar, but it can't come to anything.

Hasn't a bean, I'm told.

I'll wager he wants it to.

With young Jolyon off the stage, June's looking at a cool hundred thou.

So enter the buccaneer.

( laughs ): Buccaneer.

George, really!

Well, I would, wouldn't you?

No, thank you.

I probably would.

No "probably" about it-- you did.

( laughs ) George, that is unspeakable!

I'm sorry, old girl.

Unspeakable, yes.

Unspeakable.

( laughs ): Mind you.

That's amusing: buccaneer.

( laughs ): Yes.

Ann!

What are you doing out of bed?

Oh, you must sit there.

Be careful with her, Smither.

You're not strong enough.

Fetch her another blanket.

Oh, you're not supposed to come!

Don't fuss about that.

Oh, dear, dear, dear!

Keep warm, Ann.

( shouts ): Can you hear me?

Of course I can hear you.

You're shouting.

Well done, Ann.

Life in you yet, eh?

JUNE: This is Mr. Bosinney, Aunt Ann.

How do you do, Miss Forsyte?

Here, wrap this around you.

It'll be a comfort.

You must keep warm.

You're a good-looking young fellow, but I doubt whether you're the right lover for dear June.

Where's Soames?

Aunt Ann!

SOAMES: I'm here, Aunt Ann.

BOSINNEY: Well, she feels I'm not right for you.

We shall have to call it off, I'm afraid.

JUNE: We are not calling it off.

Dear Soames.

( speaking softly ) Excuse me.

Well, what do you think of him?

Oh, June, I couldn't possibly say in his hearing.

( giggles ) Well?

Quite splendid.

( both laugh ) SOAMES: You seemed very thick with June today, laughing and so forth.

You never laugh or smile with me like that.

On Tuesday, she's going to the Royal Academy with Mr. Bosinney and invited me.

I think not.

Are you saying you won't allow it?

If they need a chaperone, they can call one of the aunts.

They don't need to bother you.

But I should like to go.

Then I'll take you.

I should like to go with June.

I've said you're not going.

Are you really going to forbid me?

Most certainly.

Wives shouldn't mix with young girls like that.

She's a senseless thing.

I thought I might sleep in the Burlington Room.

SOAMES: What, tonight?

Not just tonight.

What on earth are you saying?

I don't know... really, except...

I don't sleep well as a general rule.

You're wanting separate rooms?

What about the servants?

They'd know.

I don't know how you can think of such a thing.

But if I am able to sleep, then is it really so important that the servants might know?

They would know.

How does it make me look?

You know how servants gossip.

Because this isn't about sleeping... is it?

I sometimes wonder what your idea of a wife's duty is.

I have decided to sleep in a separate room.

Does he... do anything?

You mean, such as beat me or drink?

No, no.

Nothing like that.

Does he see other women?

Not that I'm aware.

Then it's worse.

Because if he did, there'd be hope for change.

But if you simply dislike him...

I think one should face the evil.

What does that mean?

Separation.

Oh.

I have no money.

I have no means of obtaining any and what would I do?

You won't say anything, will you, June?

Of course I won't.

( softly ): Irene.

( church bell tolling ) ( whispers ): Morning, Juley.

( whispers ): Morning, Emily.

( whispers ): No, you can't.

Sit here.

( whispers ): Oh, sorry.

JULEY: Where's James?

Morning.

Morning.

EMILY: Walking to improve his liver.

( bell continues tolling ) JULEY: Hester has a headache.

EMILY: A Sunday headache?

And Ann?

Frail, Emily.

Very, very frail.

We're concerned.

( door opens and shuts ) JULEY ( whispers ): Irene looks pale.

She's not...?

No.

JULEY ( whispers ): Aren't they going to?

EMILY ( whispers ): Juley, I do not possess that knowledge.

Ann is so keen that Soames should have a son.

( quietly ): He should do.

No two ways about it.

( quietly ): James, shh!

( clears throat ) Though I suppose with separate rooms, there isn't much... ( loudly ): Julia!

JAMES: Separate rooms-- it's too bad.

JUNE: They don't even share the same bedroom anymore.

You mustn't say a word.

You must not say a word.

Of course I won't.

You haven't.

Aunt Hester doesn't gossip.

I won't say a word.

I'll never say a word.

MINISTER: Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow and never continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor but of thee, O Lord, who for our sins art justly displeased?

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most mighty, O holy and most merciful Savior, deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts; shut not thy merciful ears to our prayer but spare us, Lord most holy, O God most mighty, O holy and merciful Savior, thou most worthy Judge eternal.

Suffer us not at our last hour for any pains of death.

( clock chiming ) ( laughs ) Oh, I'm so sorry.

Say, you couldn't, um, spare a spot of finance, old boy?

How much?

Oh, a monkey?

( chuckles ) It's not possible, Dartie.

Hundred, no?

A pony?

Tenner?

Not with your luck, Monty.

SOAMES: Bosinney?

If you've nothing better to do on Sunday, why don't you come down to Robin Hill with me?

I want your opinion on a building site.

Are you going to build?

Perhaps, but don't speak of it.

I just want your opinion.

It's my wife, you see.

London doesn't agree with her, and I think a place in the country might be just what she needs.

Don't tell my wife, will you?

I want it to be a surprise.

I know someone who's had a place built with a tower.

That's what I want-- something like that.

And why a tower?

Because it makes it unique.

It's not like Ann... dying.

And if Ann can go, what's to stop any of us?

SOAMES: I'm so glad you were able to join us, cousin.

Is this a new line for you, Soames?

What?

An undertaking.

You find it pays?

I miss her dreadfully.

Oh, Juley.

That waistcoat-- it's bad fashion or bad manners.

JUNE: Hello, Soames.

Excuse me.

SOAMES: So glad you were able to be here.

JUNE: Phil, it's good to see you.

BOSINNEY: And you, my angel.

You look lovely.

Dashing.

Is Irene quite well?

What?

Well, she's pale, Soames.

Tired-looking.

I've wondered if she's becoming melancholic.

I don't know what she is or what she wants.

The only time she ever smiles is when she's with June.

Flibbertigibbet.

JUNE: He's here at last.

At least the flowers were fresh.

Well, say hello, you two.

Nice to see you again, Mr. Bosinney.

And you, too, Mrs. Forsyte.

And his waistcoat?

The Forsytes all think he's a wild subversive but the fact is he can't afford a black one, poor dear.

( both laughing ) I apologize.

Intrusion into grief.

Not part of the family.

No, not until he's on 400 a year.

Then I'm his.

Isn't it romantic like a sack of turnips, sold as seen?

JULEY: Isn't Soames wonderful?

If we needed invitation-sending, it was Soames.

The cemetery arrangements-- Soames again.

We relied on him for everything.

Uncle Jolyon?

I'm so sorry about Aunt Ann.

It's a milestone.

Thank you, my dear.

I'm so glad you were able to join us, Uncle Jolyon.

Why the devil wouldn't I?

She's my sister.

Your boy won't know Ann's dead, I suppose?

Hmm, young Jolyon.

No.

They tell me he married that woman.

When Frances died.

Yeah, bad form.

Why was it?

( coughs ) Governess and so forth.

It's a long time ago.

You did the right thing, cutting him off.

Who says I did?

People.

Well, damn the people.

Oh, really.

People can mind their own damn business.

Thank you for coming, Winifred.

Well done.

Oh, don't, Soames.

Anyone would think it was your funeral.

MAN: Extra!

Extra!

Late extra of the Globe!

Read all about it!

JOLYON: Baines, pull up and wait.

MAN: Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

He left a message saying he'd care to meet you at the theater this evening.

Ah, theater, thank you.

Is Mr. Jolyon Forsyte still a member here?

He's at the club now, sir.

What name?

It's his father.

Here he is now, sir.

Minute later, you would've missed each other.

Hello, Dad.

YOUNG JOLYON: What's June like now?

JOLYON: They say she's like me, but that's their folly.

She's more like her mother.

She's engaged to be married.

He's an architect.

Hasn't a bean.

PARFITT: Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Good evening, Parfitt.

Mr. Jolyon, sir.

( chuckles ) It's been a long time, hasn't it?

Yes, it has.

Very good to see you again, sir.

JOLYON: That'll do, Parfitt.

That'll do.

Very good, sir.

JOLYON: I suppose you're in debt.

YOUNG JOLYON: No, I'm not in debt.

( Jolyon scolding cat ) She's got fleas.

( chuckles ) Tea?

Thank you.

Your wife-- is she well?

Yes, thank you for asking.

Hope you'll remember me to her.

We buried your Aunt Ann last week.

Oh, I am so sorry.

I was terribly fond of her.

Should have let you know, shouldn't I?

Yes.

I regret our estrangement.

It was a wretched business, and you behaved badly.

I had no right to pass judgment.

Call it society, call it family, call it chattering hags and jackanapes, but I was party to it, and I cut you off, Jo, and I'm sorry for it.

( chuckles in surprise ) Most generous, Dad.

Oh, well...

But thank you.

Oh, please.

No, I can't.

We have two children now-- Jolyon and Holly.

If you should think fit to invest it for them, I'd be very glad.

Property is going up leaps and bounds.

The question is, what are we going to do with this place?

It's, uh, very big.

Those are mine, aren't they?

Oh, yes, yes, I bought several.

They're poor things, Jo.

I wouldn't hang them where they're seen.

Oh, Clara.

Yes, Mrs. Dartie.

Some tea in the drawing room, please.

I shall be down in a moment.

Monty.

Freddie.

Those are my pearls.

Mm-hmm.

You look like a burglar.

( both giggling ) What are you doing?

Oh, just having a look, old thing.

Are you sentimental, Monty?

You were remembering buying them for me, weren't you?

The day Immie was born.

You know, I shall always, always treasure them.

It really is a peach of a spot-- the most wonderful views, woods, peace, and in Soames's eye, a light, in spite of himself.

Oh, good morning, Parfitt.

What's the fee?

A shade worldly, my dear girl.

£400?

Not far off, and I can make it up.

Oh, Phil!

We can marry!

We can.

Why would Soames not tell his wife?

Hasn't he?

It's to be a surprise.

Then that's why.

Would you like that?

Of course.

One day, I spring it on you we're going to live in the country.

If it's as nice as you say.

Oh, it is-- very.

Then what splendor-- a country place for Irene and a spring wedding for us.

Thank you, thank you, Cousin Soames!

What about Irene kept in ignorance?

We tell her.

I said I wouldn't.

Did you say I wouldn't?

I hate working Saturdays.

So do I.

Did you hear about that geezer we repossessed last week?

I heard he topped himself.

Yeah, they do that, some of them.

Is Mr. Montague Dartie at home?

He's not in, sir.

Excuse me, sir, where do you think you're going?

Excuse me, sir?

Morning, ma'am.

And a very good one, too.

Who are they?

What do they want?

I don't know, ma'am.

I think the chiffonier, the clock, the desk, the candlesticks...

Portrait or landscape, what do you think?

Portrait.

Excuse me.

Would you mind telling me who you are?

They just walked in, ma'am, when I answered the door.

Pendicoot, ma'am.

And Thripp, ma'am.

Bailiffs.

We have powers of distraint.

Goods to the value of 100 guineas, ma'am.

The portrait it is.

And the rug.

No, no, you've made a mistake.

Would you please leave before I summon the police?

No mistake, ma'am.

This is 17 Green Street, Mayfair.

You're Mrs. Winifred Dartie, wife of Montague Dartie, and he's in debt to the tune of 100 guineas, and, as they say, totting up.

Is the dining room this way?

He stands this high, looks Warmson straight in the eye, and do you know what he says?

"Fetch my coat."

Little Val.

Just like that.

"Fetch my coat."

Capital.

Talk about lord and master.

EMILY: Oh, that comes from Winifred.

JAMES: Your sister has natural authority.

"Fetch my coat."

Why have you employed that strange Bosinney?

I mean, why didn't you choose a proper architect?

I believe he is proper.

And as he needs the work, he'll be malleable.

JAMES: Yeah.

He'll dance to your tune.

His wedding depends on it.

EMILY: But why build at all?

And why leave London and all of us?

London's not good for Irene.

Oh.

People influence her.

JAMES: Oh, but the country, Soames.

The country.

How does Irene feel?

She'll enjoy it.

Has she said so?

Not exactly.

I haven't yet told her.

But she's artistic.

She'll enjoy messing about with the decorations and so on.

And will that stop her asking for a separate room?

( knock on door ) Yes, Warmson?

Mr. James is asked for, madam, at Mrs. Dartie's.

Oh, hello, Winnie, dear.

You're too late, Daddy.

For what?

This room seems bare.

Didn't there used to be a sofa or something?

Bailiffs have been.

You said bailiffs.

Mm-hmm.

In a house of mine?

"Pendicoot and Thripp."

In a house of mine.

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

Beggars.

The beggars!

It's you, isn't it?

Your doing.

So... ( chuckles shamefully ) What's all this?

You didn't know?

Are we decorating?

You owe money, sir!

And you've had the bailiffs in-- to a house in my name!

Yes, I can explain that.

It's the pearls, isn't it, Monty?

Well... You hadn't paid for them, had you?

What's this about pearls?

A gift for Winifred, sir-- a token of my love and esteem.

Empty token.

Truly, Freddie, it's the damnedest luck.

Pendicoot and Thripp-- in a house of mine!

They are the very worst of cold-hearted blackguards!

I use them all the time.

My coat, Clara!

I'm leaving.

CLARA: Right away, sir.

You won't believe the luck, old girl.

The pearls were £100... and I had it all... bar 60 or so.

I had months to pay.

Anyway, a chap comes to me-- and not just a chap, Freddie, a trainer-- gives me a dead cert for the Hertfordshire cup.

Oh, Monty.

But it was, Freddie.

Then why didn't it win?

Because it didn't start.

( sighs ) The devil's own luck.

I mean, one gets a tip from a trainer, Freddie, and... Well... who wouldn't?

It's not good enough, Monty.

( sheepishly ): Freddie mustn't blame Monty.

I do blame you... for so many things.

I've realized now I cannot trust you.

Old thing.

You are feckless and irresponsible.

And all our lovely things!

Is the old man going to be sticky?

He'll bail you out.

Beautiful day.

Look, Phil!

June, careful.

Soames is a brick!

It's splendid for Phil.

The very thing for him.

Good day, Mrs. Forsyte.

Good day.

What are you talking about?

Your new house.

They were there on Sunday-- Soames and Phil.

Where?

At Robin Hill.

It's to be a wonderful house in the country .. Country?

Yes, and Phil has a free hand right down to the decorations.

Isn't it marvelous news?

His fee will persuade Gran, and we can marry.

Oh, I see... That's wonderful.

I'm most pleased for you both.

Would you please excuse me?

I have an appointment to keep.

BOSINNEY: What have you done?

JUNE: She had a right to know.

But didn't you see?!

What?

Her look of betrayal!

By Soames?

I heard something today... from my parents... that you sleep in a separate room.

How did they hear that?

Well, I'll tell you what I think.

I think you told June, and she spread it about, and now the whole of London knows.

I won't have it.

I will not have my marriage as the stuff of common gossip!

The fact is, you won't be seeing much of June, because we're going to live in the country.

I knew that already.

How?

June.

Well, what do you think?

( scoffs quietly ) Does it matter what I think?

Of course.

You mean... if I don't wish to, you will change your plans?

No, but it would make me very pleased if you did wish to.

Then I am sorry to disappoint you.

Why?

I don't wish to live in the country.

Wait until you see it.

I promise you, Irene, it is the most beautiful... Bosinney, even Bosinney, he thinks it's beautiful, and he's artistic, isn't he?

What am I to do there?

All manner of things.

We'll have a garden.

You can paint... and so forth, away from all this London frippery.

At least in London, there are people.

In the country, I would be entirely alone.

Alone at first, maybe.

But we must hope that one day there'll be children.

( whispers ): Excuse me.

You will drive me out of my bedroom?

That is not your bedroom.

You are my wife.

There is great pleasure to be had from children.

Everybody knows it.

Especially for mothers.

I do know that.

So my nephew's building in the country, is he?

BOSINNEY: Yes, sir.

A man of property.

And that makes you think you have an income, hmm?

Once the house is built, Gran, people will flock.

Oh, flock, will they?

( scoffs ) Once they see Phil's work.

They might flock elsewhere.

I can't guarantee anything, sir, except my fee, which is 350 guineas.

350, Gran.

Well... it's a start.

And where does that put you now?

We want your permission, Gran, to start planning our wedding, and first, to think about a date, don't we, Phil?

Yes.

JOLYON: Seems to me it's always the women who are in a rush to marry.

What do you say to that, Bosinney, hmm?

Always the women.

Set a date, and I'll say what I think.

Oh!

If you'd like to go in, sir, I'll tell Mr. Forsyte you're here.

Thank you.

Mr. Bosinney is in the drawing room, madam.

Thank you, Bilson.

You've brought the plans?

With great reluctance, yes.

You merely plan it; it is I who must live in it.

Very well, I renounce his commission.

( chuckles dismissively ) Don't be silly.

If it's not you, it will be someone else, and I'd far rather it were you.

You once-- do you remember?-- spoke of beauty and proportion as an artist's guiding principles.

If it is of any consolation, those would be my concerns.

Thank you.

Beauty... and proportion.

BILSON: Which cufflinks will you wear tonight, sir?

The pearl ones, Bilson, my father's.

Ah, Bosinney, good morning.

Sorry to keep you.

Morning, Forsyte.

Well...

Odd sort of house.

I've tried to plan a house with respect for itself.

It's a house with clean lines where the eye can rest.

SOAMES: Well, it's certainly original.

You know my wife can't stand the cold.

Oh, she shan't be cold.

Look... radiators concealed in the panels here... and here.

Hmm, what's it going to cost?

8,500.

I gave eight as my limit.

Well, I'm sorry, it can't be done for a penny less.

IRENE: How are the plans?

Well, it's... it's not a conventional house.

You wanted unique; you can't have both.

If there were freedom to move and breathe, I think those would be valuable qualities... in a house, if there were beauty and proportion.

That's exactly why one moves to the country-- room to move.

Hmm... SOAMES: Well...

I think we're in agreement, Bosinney.

Keep a clear eye on the cost.

Unique you will have.

I'll get to work.

There, you see?

I told you it would be all right.

It's not all bad news, is it?

No.

It was you that said it-- a house with proportions or some such.

And that's what you'll get-- a most beautiful house in a remarkable spot... unique.

And I think you rather take to Bosinney.

Do you?

Yes, he's rather a find of mine.

And if he does a halfway decent job, it'll be good for his career.

You should encourage him.

Do you think he's good-looking?

Yes... very.

( dogs barking ) ( geese honking ) ( children murmuring in play; chickens clucking ) YOUNG JOLYON: Here you go, darling.

Let's put the potatoes in the wheelbarrow.

Good girl, in the wheelbarrow.

Jo.

Hello, Dad.

My boy.

Mr. Forsyte.

Very pleased to see you looking so well, my dear.

Come and, uh... sit down.

So this is where you are.

This is where we are.

I've got a whole camp of lead soldiers.

Have you, by Jove!

Do you want to see them?

Oh, yes, yes, I would.

You want to see this?

Blow.

( blowing ) Now listen.

( watch chiming ) OLD JOLYON: Ding-ding.

( chuckles ) JOLLY: Listen, Daddy, it's chiming!

( Old Jolyon chuckles ) Now, what's this, what's this?

Darling...

Excuse me.

YOUNG JOLYON: Helene?

Helene?

I'm sure he means well.

He cut you off because you fell in love.

That was a terrible thing to do.

He didn't care if we starved when he still had June and wasn't feeling close to death.

Helene, Helene.

Oh, thank God for your paintings.

He bought most of them.

And every time I sold one, I imagined myself becoming more independent, but... it was him... ( sighs ) all the time.

That isn't good enough.

Children, come with me.

JOLLY: Mom, look at this.

GIRL: Me do it.

Come inside and have your tea.

On a lease, this house?

Yes.

I don't like the neighborhood-- a ramshackle lot.

Yes, yes, yes, we're a ramshackle lot.

( chuckles ) My wife is... not the thing today.

I shouldn't have come here, I suppose, Jo, hmm?

So lonely... very, very lonely.

♪ Life is a dance we must learn ♪ ♪ Into the night, we will turn ♪ ♪ Time holds the secrets of our song ♪ ♪ Moments are given, then gone ♪ ♪ Come have this dance with me, darling ♪ ♪ I'll hold you tight till the dawn ♪ ♪ Let the night see how I love you ♪ ♪ So the moon can tell the sun ♪ ♪ So the moon can tell the sun.

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