Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

IRENE: I am offering you the watch.

The memories are not for sale.

( sighs ) Have they reduced us to their level if we sell this?

No.

( sighs ) We're proving to the Forsytes that everything has its price.

We are proving that sometimes property can set one free.

Then we shall be really free.

That vase should bring a few shillings... and that figurine.

You can't sell everything.

Why not?

We shall live like gypsies.

We'll buy a caravan, and we shall go wherever work and whim take us.

From building site to building site.

You can cook my dinner on the campfire and raise a brood of children in the van.

Six?

Seven?

I shall buy another van and hitch it on the back.

( chuckles ) ( chiming ) I must go.

And so must you, my friend.

No... we should save it.

It will remind us of a time when every second was precious.

No... it will remind me of a time when I was forced to share you.

( clock strikes final note ) Good day, sir?

Yes, thank you, Bilson, very good.

Would you ask Mrs.

Forsyte if she'll join me before dinner?

Mrs.

Forsyte is still out, sir.

Since when?

Since after lunch.

Did she say where she was going?

No, Mr.

Forsyte.

Thank you, Bilson.

♪ ♪ ( horses' hooves clomping ) June!

What a lovely surprise!

Aunt Hester.

Juley.

How lovely to see you.

Couldn't go to Switzerland without bringing you some chocolates.

Oh, marvelous.

( laughing ) So... We received your card, dear.

Kind of you to even think of us.

JULEY: We had a struggle to decipher your script.

Hester said it looked like a spider had run through the inkwell.

( both chuckling ) Oh.

JULEY: But you had a lovely time.

We worked out that much.

I did.

And what about yourselves?

You look well.

Is everybody else?

Well?

Yes?

HESTER: Everybody?

Yes.

Yes, very well.

Good.

Soames... and Irene?

Are they ever in town?

Oh, yes.

That business with the house-- they never left.

What business?

Some difficulty.

Hester understands it better than I.

( softly ): Aunt Hester?

Mr.

Bosinney was careless once too often with the budget.

Soames is going to sue.

How careless?

£350.

Is that all?

It's a sizable sum.

Not to a man like Soames.

People will be talking.

We prefer not to listen.

All the same, it matters what they say.

You must understand the delicacy of my position.

I introduced Philip Bosinney to Soames to further his career, not destroy it.

JULEY: My dear, you can hardly blame yourself.

HESTER: You introduced him as an architect.

You think he has strayed beyond that role?

I have no idea.

But that is what people say?

JUNE: And Soames-- stupid, stupid Soames-- has trumped up some charge to take Phil to court, knowing he hasn't the money for the fight, knowing he has nothing.

Except Irene.

What Soames is doing, he's throwing them together.

How can Irene's heart not go out to Phil?

My heart goes out to him!

He doesn't deserve it.

He doesn't deserve this treatment!

Think what you like about him.

He's a brilliant man, a visionary, and all that could be lost.

Damn Soames with his thousands in the bank and nothing in his soul.

Damn him to hell!

June... If this were anyone but Phil, you would agree.

They'll be the talk of London!

And what if they are?

Please!

June... let Bosinney go.

Hello.

Hello.

No, Phil, not here.

IRENE ( to Phil ): That's wonderful.

It's beautiful.

It's, um... it has a life.

It's... uh... Bosinney.

I haven't seen you at the club for some time.

No... no.

How are you?

Well, well.

And you?

The same, thank you.

( birds singing, water rushing ) Mrs.

Irene Forsyte.

IRENE: How do you do?

Mr.

Jolyon Forsyte.

How do you do?

Forsyte here is an artist.

No Turner, I'm afraid.

Watercolors mainly.

On a gloomy day, I find a stroll through here really can raise the spirits like nothing else.

Don't you agree?

Yes.

Poor Mr.

Bosinney, he... he little realized when my husband contracted him to design us a house, he'd be called upon to advise me on everything from plants to cushion covers.

( chuckles ) We should leave you to your art.

Yes.

YOUNG JOLYON: Good day.

Good day.

( clears throat ) It's June's father.

Who abandoned her to follow his heart.

You heard him.

He, more than anyone, would wish to protect her from talk.

Nor would he wish upon her a lifetime of pity and resentment, which is what I would have done had I married June.

What should we have done, you and I, never met?

Out of our control.

Never fallen in love?

Before we knew it, it was too late.

We cannot expect this to be easy.

You do love me?

Love you?!

I'm prepared to lose everything for you.

I would leave this city, this country, at a moment's notice.

I would grub in the dirt with my fingers, sell my soul to spend my life with you.

Respectability will not keep you warm at night.

You know it.

Jolyon Forsyte knew it.

He had to fight for his happiness, which is what we shall have to do.

But we will do it.

And it will taste twice as sweet.

Oh, a little courage, my love.

Letter here proves Bosinney was quoted a lower figure on the tiling by Temple and Son.

Hmm... Good firm?

Good enough for Lady Charlesworth's home in Kensington.

Oh, how are you, Jolyon?

Haven't seen you for an age.

I've come for my will.

Ah!

Will you...?

You've been to Switzerland, they tell me.

We have.

Ah... Uh, this young Bosinney-- he's got himself into a mess.

Ah, I knew how it would be.

Over £350?

You know?

Is it... common knowledge?

I thought Soames was a man of property.

Oh, it isn't the money.

What, then?

The principle?

I doubt if Soames could even spell the word.

You'll be wanting to make an alteration?

I'm taking my business to Herring and Pullbred's.

JOLYON: Good day to you, sir.

( slams door ) There's something I need to tell you.

I'm settling a thousand a year on you.

June will have 50,000 at my death, and the rest is for you.

Dad, Dad... No, no-- I'm telling you this merely for your information.

I've been looking back.

I've been taking stock.

I think this London life is responsible for half our troubles, hmm?

Dad, we... I want us to be a family again, while we still have the chance.

I want us to make a fresh start, away from London, where we can introduce ourselves as Forsytes without flinching.

Think about it, hmm?

Fresh air instead of fog, plenty of room for the children to run wild.

Space... light... landscapes.

You mean, everything we don't have now.

Exactly, yes.

Have you somewhere in mind?

Not yet.

How do you feel about that, Helene?

JOLYON ( chuckling ): What is there to feel?

What can one feel, except relief?

Except... What?

Gratitude?

Why now?

Because now is the right time.

I think we're happy where we are.

Really?

Can one be happy in St.

John's Wood?

( laughing ) Yes.

One can be very, very happy.

That wasn't quite how you pictured it, was it, Dad?

You're even less of a Forsyte than I thought.

I suppose I should be grateful for that.

YOUNG JOLYON: You'll be able to ride again and teach the children.

It depends on where we end up.

Well... somewhere with stables, I suppose.

He invited us to... come and live, but it will be your father's house.

His choice.

And June will have her say, I suppose.

Helene, if you have any doubt, then... I want my children to belong.

It's what I always wanted.

Is this what you always wanted?

I was... sure it would never happen.

All those years... you missed him very much, didn't you?

He's my father.

Helene, those years made us what we are.

It's given us Jolyon and Holly.

( laughs gently ) I know... I'm just frightened.

It will be so different.

But if you had to choose again?

It would be you-- always be you.

I love you.

( clock chiming ) I must go.

Don't go.

I must.

Will you miss this place?

Truth?

Not a bit.

Two days, Phil.

Then we shall be free.

You are sure?

The hotel is booked.

Everything's in place.

As the judge is announcing his verdict, we'll be starting our new life together.

Two more days, Phil.

Two more than I'd like.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Soames.

Yes, your husband.

No.

No.

You've had too much to drink.

I've waited too long.

No.

No.

No!

No!

No... No, please... please, don't do this.

I've told you.

I've waited too long!

( thump ) ( groans ) Oh.

( cloth rips ) ( gasps ) ( shrieks ) Come on!

( both grunt ) I want you to be nice to me for once.

No... no.

( cloth ripping ) No!

( whimpering ) No!

( panting ) Lie still, I say.

No!

( shushing ) Be quiet.

Lie back.

It's dark.

Think it's him.

( grunting ) No... no!

No... no... no!

Oh, don't!

( grunting ) No... no!

No... ( crying ): No!

No!

( Soames grunts loudly ) ( sighing, panting ) ( breathing heavily ) See-- why can't it always be like this?

( breathing heavily ) ( whimpering, sobbing) Shh... ( breathing heavily ) ( clock chiming ) SOAMES: Will you put the lamps on, Bilson?

It's gloomy this morning.

BILSON: It's the fog, sir.

If Mrs.

Forsyte goes out today, will you be sure to get her a carriage?

Yes.

BILSON: Can I get you a tincture for that scratch, sir?

SOAMES: It's a cut; I did it shaving.

VENDOR: Hot potatoes... hot potatoes.

( bell ringing ) Irene.

I came to wish you luck.

You've only just caught me.

I was off to see Chankery this morning.

( sighs ) Final instructions.

Oh.

Tell a fellow to get a haircut and wear a clean shirt, and charge three guineas for the privilege.

I'm in the wrong business.

Irene, are you all right?

Um... I didn't sleep.

What's the matter?

Is something the matter?

You've come to tell me you've changed your mind.

No!

That you haven't the courage to leave Soames after all.

No!

Well, then what?

Irene, please don't do this to me.

( groans ) What's that?

Nothing.

Well, show me.

I'm sorry... sorry.

Let me see.

Shh... Did he do this?

Last night?

Has he ever hurt you before?

No.

What happened?

If we can just get through tomorrow.

Tell me.

You must.

I cannot.

Irene... I will pack my things tonight.

He will never know.

You're not going home.

If he did this last night, God knows what he might do tonight.

I will bolt the door, I... ( choking up ): I won't forget this time.

He, uh, came to your room?

What did he do?

You will kill him.

Irene... I was sleeping.

He climbed into bed.

He said I should be nice to him.

He said he was my husband.

He... He... ( crying ): I... I begged him to stop.

You must believe me.

Why did we wait?

We could have left weeks ago.

Why did I listen to you?

Where is he?

He's at his office?

You must not go there.

Phil, you will not go there!

He can't get away with this!

We'll have our justice in court!

I'm coming with you.

No.

Haven't you been through enough?

Then stay.

Don't leave me.

Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss.

I'm so sorry.

MAN: Are you all right?

IRENE: Yes.

Are you sure, Miss?

Yes, I'm all right.

Phil!

Phil!

Phil?

PHIL: Forsyte!

Where is he?

Excuse me, sir, can I help you?

Where is the pillar of society?

Forsyte, I know you're in there.

Don't think you can hide behind your pen-pushers.

MAN: Send for Mr.

James.

JAMES: What is going on?

Wrong Forsyte.

What are you doing here, Bosinney?

The case is heard tomorrow.

I am here with good reason.

Where is your son?

He isn't here-- fortunately for you.

I'll wait.

If you have something to say, save it for the court.

No, I'll wait.

No, sir, you will leave before I have you thrown out.

You think I don't know where he lives?

Steady.

Is that a threat?

You think I don't know his club?

I'll find him.

Do and you'll wake up in the Bridewell.

It'll be worth it.

Believe me.

See that fellow out the door.

MAN: Hey, look where you're going!

Mr.

Philip Bosinney here to see Mr.

Soames Forsyte.

It is of an urgent nature.

Very good, sir, if you will kindly wait.

( men conversing quietly ) Mr.

Soames Forsyte is not here today, sir.

Well, you're a liar.

I do not like your tone, sir.

You're a liar!

And you would not be so quick to protect him if you knew what I know.

Sir, will you kindly leave?

Don't call me "sir" and then treat me like a piece of dirt!

Forsyte!

Forsyte!

Come out here and be a man!

Forsyte!

Be a man for once in your life!

Forsyte!

Before I tell the members what you've really done!

Forsyte!

( Phil continues yelling ) COACHMAN: Out of the way, you damn fool!

( yells ) ( screams ) ( Phil screaming ) I bought you this.

Do you like it?

You deserve the best of everything, Irene.

You look pale.

You should rest.

Excuse me, madam.

Would you like me to serve dinner now?

No, thank you.

BILSON: You haven't eaten anything, sir.

Was something wrong?

No.

Anxiety about this case, I suppose.

I'm sure you have nothing to fear.

Let us hope Mr.

Justice Bentham shares your view.

Let Mrs.

Forsyte sleep this morning, Bilson.

She has already wished me luck.

JAMES: I suppose it'll be on directly.

It's bound to be.

You're sure Boulter was the right man for the job?

SOAMES: I must hope so.

The consolation is, it's no reflection on Forsyte, Bustard and Forsyte if it doesn't go your way.

Not that it won't.

It's down to the barristers now anyway.

Yours or his?

Mine.

Good morning, Chankery.

Good morning, Mr.

Waterbuck.

Suppose the other fellow is Bosinney's.

Yeah, he looks like a child let loose in a dressing-up box.

( chuckles derisively ) Morning, Boulter.

Morning.

Have you briefed Forsyte?

God, what's she doing here?

How'd it go?

Smooth enough.

Told him Justice Bentham was a commonsense sort of judge.

Good, good.

Good of you to come.

Goodness had nothing to do with it, Uncle.

These small battles must be rigorously fought.

Hear, hear.

Good architecture requires discipline-- a balance between one's heart and one's head.

Amen to that.

That Soames cannot separate the two is his tragedy.

You're here to support the other fellow?

Yes, I am.

What happened to family loyalty?

Morning, sir.

A good morning, Uncle.

What's good about it?

I'll have a word with Boulter.

Boulter... MONTY: Feeling nervous, Soames?

Other side of the fence and all that.

You'll be wanting to rub his nose in it, I bet.

The old buccaneer.

Not at all.

The principle's at stake.

When a man starts talking about principles, he knows he's on a sticky wicket.

Don't worry, old boy.

You could always lay it off.

Lay it off?

Yes, I'll have a quick word with Bosinney's opposite, um, fellow.

What do you say, 250 apiece?

You'll be laughing.

Bribe him?

Bet him, man.

Winner pays the loser.

That makes sense, Soames.

Don't be absurd.

It's good business, whichever way you look at it-- tricky case like yours.

Good luck, old boy.

All the best.

MAN: Call Philip Baynes Bosinney.

Call Philip Baynes Bosinney.

♪ ♪ ( knock on door ) Yes?

Your champagne, Mrs.

Bosinney.

I didn't order any.

Your husband did.

Oh.

When?

When he reserved the room, madam.

Oh.

Shall I open the champagne?

Oh, no.

Thank you.

I'll wait.

Very good, madam.

( rings bell ) ( footsteps ) JUNE: Phil.

I was in court.

I've come to tell him that he lost the case.

Come to tell him?

He didn't turn up.

Don't just stand there as if you were made of stone!

I wish to God I were.

I was here first.

What?

You have no right to come!

I have left Soames just as you always wanted.

Presumably before you knew he'd won the case.

I do not care about the case.

You have that luxury.

Phil does not.

He has a talent.

He can start again.

Where?

How?

We will find a way.

"We."

You have been a false friend to me.

What did you used to tell me?

"You cannot force love where there is none."

You said Soames tried to buy me, body and soul.

Had you stayed with Phil, you would be guilty of the same.

Don't you dare compare me to Soames.

Then why are you here?

Hmm?

Why now if not to offer help when you know he'd find it hardest to refuse?

Oh, look at you-- so composed, so gentle.

You have the softest voice, and yet you say the cruelest things.

I don't mean to be cruel.

Your friendship... Don't talk to me of friendship.

Your friendship saved me, June.

And yours has ruined my life.

It will ruin his, too.

I love him.

You know nothing about love.

You have no passion, no feeling.

I want to slap you, shake some life into you and into Phil for being taken in by you.

June... You are a leech.

Stop it.

You've no life about yourself, so you suck it out of everybody else!

Perhaps he's wiser than we think.

Perhaps that's why he's gone.

Well, he wasn't in court.

He's not here.

Tell me, Irene, where is your lover now?

Good afternoon, Miss June.

Thank you.

Ah, come here, my dear.

We haven't seen any of your pals since our trip.

There used to be so many of you.

You should be living.

You need a family around.

You need life, not rubbing along all alone with an old man like me.

So I have decided to retire from London.

Your father and his family have consented to join me.

It would be my dearest wish if you should find it in your heart to come, too.

I want to put things right.

Mm-hmm.

When I cut Jo off, it was as if he'd died.

It's a terrible thing to lose a child.

You'll understand that when you have children of your own.

Do you have somewhere in mind?

There is always Soames' place.

What, Montpelier Square?

Robin Hill.

It's exquisitely done.

It stands there empty.

Perfect family home.

For the man of property.

He'll never live there now.

Oh?

The case went in his favor, but Irene's left Soames at last.

If you bought it, you could settle his claim against Phil.

Have you been seeing Bosinney again?

After all that I said?

No!

But I have been to his rooms.

June!

I want to help Phil.

You want me to help him!

It's the same thing.

Let Irene help him.

Gran.

I told you to let him go!

I begged you!

I could have begged you to let my father go, but I didn't.

It is a wonderful house.

Everybody says so.

Ideal for what you want.

We could be happy there.

Do you think you could be?

We would bring the place alive, make it our own.

No.

Trust me.

No.

One day you will forget what Phil has done and see only what he has created.

No.

Gran.

Evening, Bilson.

Evening, sir.

Would you ask Henry if he'd go down into the cellar, pick out the Steinberg?

'52, I think.

Sir.

Celebratory drinks in order.

Sir.

Is Mrs.

Forsyte feeling any better?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Perhaps you'd ask her if she'd like to join me in the drawing room.

Mrs.

Forsyte went out about noon, sir.

She took two bags with her.

Did she leave a message?

No message.

I made sure to get her a carriage, sir.

Thank you, Bilson.

(breath trembling) Don't do anything rash.

Go to Stainers.

If they can't find her, no one will.

She won't blend easily into the mass, not with her face.

She won't come back.

I know her.

We can still avoid a scandal.

Mr.

Jolyon Forsyte to see you, sir.

What the devil does he want?

SOAMES: What can we do for you, Uncle?

I gather the new house is a white elephant.

I beg your pardon.

Now, what I was thinking was this.

If you're not going to live there yourself... Who's told you that?

( chuckles ) Well, I'm thinking of a place in the country, and I don't say I mightn't look at it myself, at the right sort of price.

( knock on door ) Yes, Gradman?

GRADMAN: I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr.

James, sir.

Mr.

Soames, sir, there's a policeman here to see you.

INSPECTOR: Do you identify the body, sir?

That is Philip Baynes Bosinney.

JOLYON: The poor buccaneer.

She'll be waiting for him.

June.

INSPECTOR: He's lain here since last night.

There was nothing to identify him apart from the court papers.

No possessions of any value.

INSPECTOR 2: The Times mentioned a man dead.

It's a wonder more weren't killed.

The driver says the fog was not so thick just there, sir.

So Bosinney could have seen his approach?

He would've had more time to see what he was about.

Unless his mind was elsewhere.

It was that, all right.

He tipped up at the office, ranting and raving like a loon.

When was this?

Yesterday afternoon.

Sir?

I wasn't there.

He was a tempestuous fellow, certainly.

What you might call a... an artistic temperament.

We found some pawn tickets at Mr.

Bosinney's rooms, and his account at the bank is overdrawn.

Legal defense doesn't come cheap.

It was common knowledge defeat would have ruined him.

INSPECTOR: Anxiety about the verdict, financial pressures, fears for his future and so on.

It seems quite likely the balance of his mind was upset.

Suicide.

Well, he was a tempestuous fellow.

JOLYON: He was passionate, talented, a man with everything to live for.

Is that all?

Thank you, sir.

Can I come in, June?

JUNE: Yes, Gran, come in.

I'm sorry, madam.

You can't come in here.

Oh, is Mr.

Bosinney here?

Mr.

Philip Bosinney?

He's a member here, I know.

If you'd care to wait there, madam.

Madam!

Excuse me!

Madam!

MAN: Good Lord!

What's going on?

I'm looking for Mr.

Bosinney... Mr.

Philip Bosinney.

MAN: Madam, you should not be here.

Madam!

What the devil is she doing here?

Madam!

Madam, I asked you to wait in the foyer.

Ladies are expressly forbidden entry.

The lady is distressed.

There's no need for this tone.

Jolyon... Jolyon, they won't tell me if Phil is here or not.

Mr.

Bosinney, sir.

Uh, get her a brandy.

Oh, I don't... I don't wish to have a brandy.

I simply wish to find... Sir, the rules clearly state... Get her a brandy!

Come and sit down, Irene.

( men murmuring ) Gentlemen, would you mind leaving us?

Please!

There was, um, an accident last night.

It was... Bosinney.

He was knocked over in the fog and killed outright.

( gasps ) I'm so sorry.

Irene, sit down.

( sobbing ) ( somberly ): Soames is to blame.

It was an accident.

He... Phil was looking for him.

He would have killed him if he had found him.

I'll see you home.

I have no home.

I'll, um, take you back to... I'll... I'll take you back with me if... if that's what you want.

No, it's not what June would want.

Or your father.

A hotel, then.

No.

We never set out to hurt June.

I know.

She... she was my friend.

You have been kinder than I deserve.

Where will you go?

Montpelier Square.

I have no choice.

You look exhausted.

You need to get some sleep.

Yes... To think.

Don't do anything you might regret.

I regret every new breath.

You'd better come in.

My wife is back where she belongs.

Your duty is discharged.

I should explain.

I've been expecting you.

She's still distressed.

Then she will talk to me, her husband.

I'll bid you good night.

Irene... This has happened for a reason.

We were meant to salvage something... start again.

In time, you will see it as I do.

We have a new life-- a new house in Robin Hill, should we choose to take it.

We can put all this behind us.

All this.

In time, you will see.

♪ 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.

♪