MAID: Mr. Forsyte to see you, ma'am.

IRENE: Twice in one week!

Soames?

Yes.

It cannot be wholly unexpected.

You look well.

You haven't changed.

Nor have you.

I made my position clear to Jolyon, and yet here you are.

Not entirely clear.

You told my cousin you wanted to help.

I cannot believe you have not had... "company" in the intervening years.

Whether you believe it or not, it's the truth.

You seem comfortably off now.

I haven't had to sell myself, if that's what you're implying.

Why did you not let me provide for you?

I would have, in spite of everything.

You're still my wife.

Please, don't.

Anna?

Am I dangerous?

I'm here for information I can act on, nothing more.

You had it 12 years ago.

It would have been unseemly to pursue it then, for your sake.

I don't remember such sensitivity at the time.

You must go to your own life.

Anna.

( footsteps approaching ) Would you fetch the gentleman his hat?

Certainly, ma'am.

You deserted me!

Have you no sense of what's fair?

Why could you not have made me a good wife?

If it was wrong of me to marry you, then I have more than paid for my mistake.

You need not mind my name, I have none to lose.

I'm glad you have found someone else.

You may not believe that either.

I hope she makes you happy.

Then will you shake my hand?

For the last time?

For the last time.

Monsieur!

We have not seen you for a long time.

Maman will be delighted.

We thought you might be ill. Not ill, no.

Too busy?

( clicks tongue, chuckles ) We had such a lovely day with you.

Maman would like to return the hospitality.

That won't be necessary.

I wrote to my friend at home: everything so English, so beautiful.

I hoped you would enjoy it.

Annette...

I'm here to tell you that there will be no more days at Mapledurham.

I have a wife.

You've just married?

I have always had a wife.

And you think that because I am French I will accept being your mistress.

Well, I think that comment says rather more about you than it does about me.

( Annette's mother chuckling) The stranger!

Madame.

Marié.

( door closes ) Cabbie!

WOMAN: Oh, thank you.

SOAMES: Fine company you keep these days.

What are you doing?

I could ask the same of you.

Are you following me?

It's your birthday.

What are you doing?

Let me just see how it looks.

Soames.

Let bygones be bygones.

If I can, surely you might.

Let's begin again as if nothing had been.

Come back to me.

You're mad.

Leave me alone.

Come back to me and I'll give you anything you want.

You can have your own life, I swear it.

You said that before.

I mean it this time.

I'll only ask one thing... WOMAN: You all right, there?

Just give me a son.

Is it so unnatural for a man to want a child from his own wife?

Is it so very unflattering that in spite of everything I still want you?

Please speak, for goodness sake.

I never intended to frighten you.

Heaven knows.

Please.

You can set your own conditions, keep your own company, anything.

Just give me a son.

I would sooner die!

WOMAN: What's going on?

Here.

No!

She doesn't want it.

Leave her be.

You will not behave to me as you once did.

Do you never think of anybody but yourself?

WOMAN: Don't you lay a finger on her!

( grunting ) IRENE: No!

No, you will not!

I'll have the police on you.

( grunting, panting ) Scratch the surface, and you're all the same.

Yes, yes, we are.

Enjoying yourself?

Enormously.

Dante would've made this his fifth ring of hell.

Do you sell in hell?

Do I care?

Remind me-- Suzanne Ratcliffe's desperate to meet you.

American writer; just your sort.

( piano playing soothingly,) quiet conversation ) Dad, there's someone here to see you.

She... seems upset.

I've left her in the drawing room.

Name of Irene Heron.

Hmm.

Look, um, best not tell June.

She's gone to so much trouble.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Irene.

I'm so sorry for coming.

There's no one else, you see.

Sit... sit down.

No, I...

Your party.

Oh, it's work.

Jolyon, I've had another visit from Soames.

Another visit?

Yes, he came to the flat a few days ago.

He told the maid his name was Mr. Forsyte.

I...

I presumed it was you.

I wish you wouldn't live on your own.

He wants a child.

With me.

He wants me to live as his wife again.

He won't give up.

He's... he'd been following me.

He followed me earlier this evening.

It's... it's impossible.

I shall have to go away.

I thought perhaps Paris... or Rome.

You can't let him chase you from your home.

He... he could show up at any time; at my flat, in the street, anywhere.

Come to us.

He would never dare follow you here.

Oh, no.

It's... it's kind of you... Kind nothing-- I owe it to you, for not talking him round.

He won't listen.

You cannot protect me.

Soames is my husband.

If he is desperate to have a son, no one, not even the law, can prevent him from demanding his rights.

He cannot force you.

Force me is... is exactly what he did the night before Phil died.

( sighs ) It's what he'll do again.

I...

I know him, Jolyon, and I know he hasn't changed.

I cannot stay.

( resignedly ): No.

Well, it... it should be Paris.

My French is passable these days.

I know how to lose myself there.

JUNE ( in background ): Jolly, have you seen dad?

JOLLY: Hold on, June.

I'll find him for you.

Um...

I should leave.

Well, I'll...

I'll walk you to your carriage.

No.

Please, go back to your party.

Please, Jolyon.

You'll send me your address?

Yes, yes-- if I send it to no one else.

I have so much to thank you for.

You will be missed.

That's kind, but untrue.

Go back to your party.

IRENE: Good-bye.

YOUNG JOLYON: Take care.

( shouts ) Damn Soames Forsyte!

Damn him to hell!

( horses panting, bridles jingling ) ( horse whinnies ) Shh!

( grunts ) ( snarls playfully ) Oh!

Jolly!

I saw you in the park.

Well?

Sneaking about.

It's hard to sneak anywhere with a horse, Jolly.

How very smart.

Well, who is he?

A friend.

A friend you see in secret?

A friend and a relative.

Of ours?

Val Dartie.

Dartie, that... that awful nephew of Soames Forsyte?

He's nothing like his uncle.

Don't be absurd.

You've never even met him.

And why, do you think?

Because Dad despises their family, more than anything in the world.

I'm not so narrow-minded, fortunately.

How dare you say that about Dad, of all people.

You'll not see him again.

Do you hear me?

You can't tell me what to do!

No, but I can tell Dad what you're up to... ( horse whinnies ) anytime I want.

And he'll fill you in on what their lot are really like.

EMILY: Ah, Winifred, you're back.

How was it in court?

Soames?

That's one hurdle over.

Uncomfortable, I know, but it was worth it in the end.

Uncomfortable?

It was beastly!

The court was full.

Four journalists, scribbling away, people shuffling in off the street.

Have they nothing better to do?

Dear.

They read out Monty's letter-- a few sniggers at that-- and all the things he'd done.

Womanizing, gambling and so on.

Yes, and then I had to beg for restitution of my conjugal rights.

This had better be worth it.

It was an excellent performance.

Steady as a rock.

I've found my vocation at last.

SOAMES: Don't be like that, Winifred.

It's over.

For now.

Come on-- we'll break the news to father.

Is he awake?

Just-- I'll see how the land lies.

Where's Val?

Oh, he's off seeing some fellow.

He's always seeing some fellow or other these days.

Your divorce will be much simpler.

Have you a date yet, for the hearing?

Still working on it.

Still?

Irene will welcome it, though, surely.

I want a son.

For all her failings, Irene was the love of my life.

I know, Soames.

But... you're over that... All these years...

There were always people getting in the way.

That blasted June, filling her mind with fashionable theories; Bosinney and his flattery.

Now Jolyon Forsyte, whom I sent as honest broker, has ended up poisoning the well.

What are you saying?

I went to see her.

I was desperate.

I found someone who has suffered just as much.

Too proud to admit her mistakes, but someone who, if she would only stop fighting it, would be the perfect mother for my children.

And you have given in to your emotions.

Hmm?

Let the heart rule the head.

I have seen sense.

Although as yet, she has not.

( crystal shatters ) Winifred!

You've encouraged me and bullied me, by turns, all in the family name.

You sat and watched me squirming in the dock-- Lord knows what the papers are printing, right this minute-- and I gritted my teeth, because I thought at least I wasn't alone.

Now I find there's one rule for me and another for you!

What on Earth... Don't deny it!

You're a sneak and a cheat!

And if you ask me, that poor French girl has had a lucky escape!

What's all the commotion?

Was that the crystal?

Those glasses were a wedding present!

Winifred?

Soames?

What on Earth happened?

Who'll be the first to congratulate him?

Soames has abandoned his plans for divorce.

Now he wants to live happily ever after with Irene!

( laughing hysterically ) So that just leaves me in naughty corner.

Winifred, compose yourself.

How can I?

What's she on about?

She's upset, Father... Well, I can see that.

No one wants a divorce, if it can be avoided.

She's had a trying day.

Yes, I have.

Yes, you have.

You need a little lie-down.

SOAMES: Polteed, thank you for coming at short notice.

Leaders in speed and security, sir-- that's us.

Good, because there's not an hour to lose.

I have a client, name of Heron, separated from his wife.

Until yesterday, she was living here.

She's now gone, and he wants her found.

Deal with all reports personally, and send them directly to me, marked "confidential," sealed and registered.

My client demands the utmost secrecy.

( sniffs ) I'm putting it in the cipher category, sir.

No names are ever mentioned; we work by numbers only.

Now, this will be your key, and I shall retain the only duplicate.

Now, the party watched, your Mrs. Heron, we'll call number 17, your Mr. Heron-- 43.

Our watcher-- I'll put a really trustworthy woman on the case-- number 19.

Any person we suspect will be 47, any second person-- 51.

( clears throat ) On the subject of expense?

Whatever it takes, within reason-- if you can guarantee success.

43 need have no fear, sir; if 17 is breathing, she'll be found.

Jolyon.

You didn't mind my note?

No.

No, I was delighted.

I had no idea you had plans in mind to travel.

There's a mood abroad in England at the moment-- it's a vengeance.

Against the Boers?

Mmm.

Yes.

It's reported here.

It makes me uncomfortable.

The fact that I'm in a minority makes me more uncomfortable, so now I shan't discuss it.

And here we are.

A far cry from the last time we met.

Exile clearly suits you.

Peace suits me.

So you've had no word?

From Soames?

Nothing.

I half feared... June thinks I'm fussing.

She thinks you're far too capable to need whatever paltry protection I can offer.

June is privileged; she hasn't been burdened with my secrets.

Unless... Oh, no-- I should sooner die than breach that confidence.

Who cares why you're here?

I'm...

I'm so pleased to see a familiar, friendly face.

( chuckles ) Well, that's good news.

Oh, and I've even... even better news; I've managed to let the flat for you.

Like a good steward.

Money.

Then I hope you'll help me spend it.

( birds singing in the distance ) ( door shuts ) What's the matter?

Jolly knows.

He threatened to tell Dad if I saw you again.

What?

He's just trying to protect me.

From what?

From being loved?

Because I do love you, Holly.

You're far and away the best thing in my life, and I'd propose to you on the spot if I could.

I'd say yes.

You might not.

Ask me.

Ask me.

JOLLY: I'm tempted to thump you right now.

You can't-- we're engaged.

We should go back to the beginning.

Val Dartie.

Have you shown her this yet?

Don't-- that's why I've come.

Didn't he tell you about his dad?

I was going to tell you.

Tonight.

JOLLY: Dumped his mother for a dancer-- so-called-- and legged it to Argentina.

Yes, my father is a bounder, but is that my fault?

I went to court to support my mother, who's an absolute brick, and I'm not ashamed of that.

You don't know the first thing about me, or my uncle.

I know my father hates him.

Ergo you should hate us all?

My father's a good judge of character.

And so is his daughter.

She's got opinions of her own.

Have you?

What do you think of the war in South Africa?

Are you pro-Boer?

Anti-Boer?

With your father away, you can't ask him what to think.

Don't you dare say a word against my father!

You stay away from Holly, you hear?

Only if she tells me to.

Holly.

There's your answer.

Just stay away from her.

I love her.

Prove it.

She knows it.

All right.

But does she love you?

Prove that and I'll walk her down the aisle myself.

Easy.

Sign up.

Go off and fight the Boers and see if she's still waiting when you come back.

HOLLY: Jolly.

Do you trust her that much, Val?

He's being stupid.

Walk away.

Okay.

I'll sign.

So long as you sign with me.

Stop!

Stop it!

Well, Forsyte.

You're on.

Now will you shake my hand?

Merci.

Is that a commission?

Hmm?

The painting.

Has somebody commissioned you to do it?

Mm-hmm.

Charles Lipton.

He takes a lot of my work for his gallery in Cork Street.

Poor Charles.

( chuckling ) He's in for something of a wait.

Well, one shouldn't be working on a day like this.

One should be enjoying the ambiance and the company.

Oh, I feel more at ease than I've felt for a long time.

You don't mind me saying that?

No.

No, not at all.

Your grandfather thinks I'm a vain old bird, but I still like a little feast and fashion now and again to bring the family together.

And why not?

Of course, that was nothing to the dinners we used to have.

No, I remember.

20 people, nine courses.

How did you walk afterwards?

Walk?

We used to dance... 'til the early hours and beyond.

Madeira.

( chuckles ) I was saving this for our golden wedding.

So why have you opened it tonight?

In your honor.

Looking to the new generation.

Since the last has proved such a disappointment.

JAMES: Val... try a little of this.

You won't get that up at college.

Nor in the Imperial Yeomanry.

I joined today.

( shocked ): What?

VAL: Young Jolly Forsyte and I went down there together.

We go to camp on Monday.

Oh... Jolly Forsyte?

But what about Oxford?

What made you do it?

EMILY: I think it's very plucky.

I'm sure you'll make a splendid soldier.

I didn't know you were friendly with Jolly.

I'm not, but I wasn't going to be beaten by him.

What will his father think?

Can't see him approving.

He's away in Paris.

My map!

EMILY: James has bought a map.

Well done, Val.

This brings the war alive.

Ah, now, you must show me where you're going.

Here's Mafeking.

Uh-huh.

VAL: Um, and, uh... ( band playing lively French folk tune ) ( band stops playing ) One more, please.

That's impossible.

Impossible.

Take pity.

I'm an old man.

Oh, please.

I haven't danced for years.

Well, I might stumble through a final waltz, I suppose.

( group laughing ) ( band begins playing waltz ) A cognac, I think, is what's required.

Monsieur.

Un telegram pour vous.

Ah, merci.

What is it, Jolyon?

Well, it's... it's Jolly.

He's, um, enlisted in the Imperial Yeomanry.

VAL: It's all right, you know, Ma.

We shall soon have Kruger on the run.

I only hope I shall come in for something.

We get plenty of riding and shooting, anyway.

That's one comfort.

Whoop!

Gently does it.

I've got him.

Are you sure?

Come on, Val.

Come on, Val.

Will you come in?

Come on.

WINIFRED: Good night, Immy.

IMOGEN: Good night, Mother.

VAL: Good night, Mother.

Oh, go carefully, Val.

Monty?

Hello, Freddie.

IRENE: You will write to me?

Let me know how Jolly goes on.

Of course.

Well, they're ready for you now.

Oh, I'm a selfish man.

I...

I should be grateful for the time we've had together but I'm resenting the loss of it already.

Jolly needs you.

Or rather, I need him.

Two days, and he'll be gone, and then... how long before I see him again?

It's a lot to lose in such a short time.

Take care of yourself.

Jolyon, I'm not made of china.

You're something of a connoisseur of the arts, Mr. Forsyte.

I've made one or two good acquisitions in my time.

You asked me to inform you straightaway.

Some developments?

At last.

17 has been tracked to a small hotel in Paris.

There she has had regular contact with 47.

I have a detailed list of visits to galleries, parks, restaurants and so on.

And an identity for 47.

Confirmed identity, not yet.

But a description, yes.

47 left for England late last night, leaving 17 alone at this address.

How to proceed depends upon your client.

And this 47?

Oh, he's a bit older than number 17.

Dark-haired gentleman, medium height.

Could be anyone.

Oh, he's a keen painter, it would seem.

I'll leave the details with you, sir.

You can advise me once you've spoken with your client.

Good day, sir.

( gasps angrily ) It all looks rather real, seeing it like that.

He does it for hours.

You, too-- going out as a nurse.

I do so admire you.

To do one's bit.

I always thought you were anti the war.

Well, of course... ( gunshot ) but if there's a life one can save...

The training's frightfully dull.

Well, it's good to be back.

Was Paris warm?

No.

( gunshot ) How was Irene?

( clears throat ) In health.

Did you see much of her?

Most days, most days.

What's she doing with herself?

I'm very aware of the awkwardness of things.

No awkwardness for me.

She could be an excellent chum for you and you need someone.

( chuckles ) Look how good Jolly is.

Irene is very much her own person, you know.

And needs a chum as much as you.

Good shot!

It'll be rather a different thing with a Boer in the sights.

I suppose one should hope so, really.

Though apparently we shall be thinking of them as just so much target practice by the time we're out there.

I don't want to a bit, of course.

I admire you for it.

I don't believe I'd have enlisted at your age-- too much of a Forsyte.

There are any number of reasons why one signs, you know.

Of course, but ultimately it's down to altruism.

Shall I tell you my reason?

Because I dared Val Dartie to.

Why?

Can't abide the young ass.

So you see, no altruism there... nor heroism.

Why did he come back?

Oh, my poor dear, my poor darling.

This is too much of Monty, really.

It's all right, Mother.

No good fussing.

Why the deuce didn't we try cruelty?

Oh, don't, Soames.

Could not Winifred say she'd prosecute him if he doesn't keep away?

Oh.

He took her pearls!

( grunts ) ( sighs ) A kipper, Winifred?

Could you manage?

No, really, I'm... You mustn't worry about your father.

Leave me to tell him.

JAMES: Tell me what?

Nobody tells me anything.

Morning, Father.

James...

It's all right, Mommy.

It's your husband, isn't it?

He's bankrupt.

I knew how it'd be.

Not bankrupt, Daddy... just back.

Aah!

Back?!

Well, we'll pay him off then-- that's what we'll do.

Pay him to stay away.

No.

I'm going to keep him.

What?

It's rather the luck of the draw, isn't it-- marriage.

And I did, after all, choose Monty, so in that sense I've made my bed.

You see, I just can't...

I can't face it all again.

I'd sooner put up with him.

But he's a bounder.

Yes.

( choking up ): Thanks all the same, Daddy.

But I think I'll keep him now he's back.

Huh?

Oh... do you think I should?

Yeah... yeah.

She must love him, I suppose.

Do you think she does, Soames?

In our generation, people married and then just got on with it.

I thought getting on with it was precisely what Winifred said she intended doing.

Yes, she did, didn't she?

I suppose it wasn't merely Winifred I was thinking of.

Irene has gone, hasn't she?

I mean, she's quite gone.

Of course she's gone.

No, I mean gone emotionally, Soames-- that's what I mean-- from you.

There is, or has been, another young woman who has interested you.

This, I take it, is Winifred talking.

Well, out of concern, merely.

Concern for what does not concern her... as with most women.

How dare she?

I'm going to miss this so much.

Can we be seen from here?

I don't care if we can.

Daddy'll have to know sometime.

So will yours.

You don't suppose he'll tell him?

He'd think it sneaking.

It would be.

Come here.

( both giggling ) Oh, only three more days' leave.

I can't bear it.

Have you heard any more about going out there?

We're hardly ready.

If only something good would happen.

If only the war would finish.

No chance of that.

( gunshot ) That was a bullet!

Silly young ass!

It was miles away from us.

I don't care.

It was a stupid thing to do.

What are you doing?

Hmm?

Oh... just a chap in the street.

How's the old man?

Not dead.

I want a straight answer, Monty.

Why did you come back?

I had nowhere else to go.

I was frightened, Freddie.

They do this dance in Buenos Aires.

It's exciting beyond words when you first see it, but it's a dreadful thing-- men and women clutching together.

It's as if what shouldn't be seen is being seen, you know, in the street.

There's evil in it.

I should have thought that was rather your cup of tea.

Kick me, I'm down.

I don't want to kick you.

I'm going to let you stay.

They were all against it, but I can't throw you out.

I've suffered so much for you.

It's good of you, old girl.

It is-- very.

( clears throat ) And is that all you can say?

You're going to take this the wrong way.

Probably.

There's a commercial traveler in the street.

He was on the boat with me and I needed the fare from Southampton and, well, he needs paying off.

( chuckles ) ( laughing ) ( laughing ) Yes... ( laughs ) Monty's back.

( laughing ) ( Monty coughs ) ( clears throat ) Sorry, old boy.

Nothing to be scared of.

I didn't want to frighten you.

What the devil are you doing here?

( coughs ) Got back last night, old boy.

You were out then as well.

But what...

I mean, does Mom know?

Yes.

Cheers, old man.

Have a shrimp.

I don't want a shrimp.

Are you screwed?

No.

They say you've enlisted.

I have.

Well, good for you, old boy.

Queen and country and that, et cetera.

Look here, I'm...

I'm sorry about all the... What?

My going away and, um, things you're too young to understand about the way things are.

You mean leaving my mother for a dancer.

Yes, that's what it looks like; I can see that, old boy.

You stole her pearls.

Stole?

Stole.

Borrowed.

Stole!

I went with Mother to the hearing, you know.

I'd say it's one of the most disgusting things that could happen to somebody-- one's husband run off with a dancer and it all to be public and in the papers.

We do go wrong, sometimes, old man.

I didn't have much of a time of it.

And are you back now?

That's what they said would happen.

Val, dear, I didn't get a chance to tell you.

Does this mean no divorce?

It does, Val, yes.

I rather wish there would be.

( Val's footsteps fade out ) It's been a great shock to him.

What kind of example am I?

A very bad one.

Oh, dear Val, to go out there-- it's so worrying.

Young Jolly Forsyte we have never met, of course, but... No one has.

But dear Val going... ( Juley sighs ) What about June to go?

Last I heard she was pro-Boer.

Seen sense at last.

GEORGE: We'll be there soon, the Queen's own Forsyte regiment.

( imitates fanfare ) What about you, Field Marshall, when do you set sail?

It's worrying, you know, very worrying.

Here's Ladysmith, you see.

That's where it is?

Under siege.

Shocking.

JAMES: Mafeking.

SWITHIN: Under siege, too?

And here-- look, Swithin.

Boers here, British here, Spion Kop.

( gasping ): Don't.

Spare us all.

SWITHIN: Know what we need?

We need Napoleon.

Excuse us, General, Napoleon's dead.

We need another.

Save you money, save you men, save you energy if you'd trained Napoleons.

I rather think you're right, Swithin.

HESTER: Silly Swithin.

Napoleon was on the wrong side.

( band playing patriotic music in distance ) MAN: Quite still and tend to the birdie.

Lovely.

MAN: Next.

Papers.

Val Dartie, sir.

You're written; you're all out.

Thank you, sir.

VAL: Thank you, sir.

Next!

Move along.

Next, step up, lad.

MAN: Company C, prepare to move!

That's Jolyon Forsyte.

We call him Young Jolyon.

IMOGEN: Young?!

( chuckles ) RECRUITER: All right, next!

Now, don't stare, Imogen.

I haven't seen him in years.

EMILY: And that's his daughter June-- by his first wife.

We can assume the other to be the young girl by his second.

Gosh.

But why do we not speak to them?

( grumbles ) OFFICER: Move along, now.

Chin up, Freddie.

It'll all be over by... soon.

It's come so suddenly.

OFFICER: Next.

Dartie.

Forsyte.

OFFICER: Move along.

Next one.

See who's over there?

WINIFRED: Yes.

He's been in touch with Irene.

HOLLY: I'm going to look for Jolly.

What'll you do when we've all gone?

Oh, I suspect I'll be extremely miserable.

Why not go back to Paris?

June...

I'm sure she'd like it.

June, Irene has no interest in me, other than as a friend.

Did I imply something else?

Well, maybe I misunderstood.

Hmm.

And there's her husband over there.

Well, you don't think she cares a fig for him.

( crying ): We will get leave, won't we?

Bound to.

We might be able to see each other.

But we might not.

Ever again.

( sobbing ) That's all right for some.

( others laugh ) MAN: All the best on your campaign!

Ah, there you are, old man.

Here I am.

Your sister was looking for you.

I saw her a moment ago.

Ah, good-- she found you.

She's rather upset.

Of course.

We all are.

Yes.

So, um... Old man, this is it, I suppose.

I think so.

YOUNG JOLYON: Well... they've turned the corner out there.

Yes.

However things come about... there's a reason, I believe that.

I know you're against this war, Dad, but I'm glad I'm going.

That's good.

We're well trained.

We'll do a good job.

You're a crack shot.

All those hours in the garden, you ought to be.

Bye, June.

Bye.

Hope I'll see you out there.

Not in your professional capacity.

No.

Bye, Dad.

Just take such care... please.

I will.

You'll need new boots before long.

Thank you, Grandfather.

You take care, hmm?

Emily.

We so admire you, Val.

Me, too... me, too.

Oh, Val... Bear up, Mom.

Just come back.

Of course I will.

We're crack troops now, you know.

Father.

It's all to play for, old man.

Good luck.

Thank you, Uncle.

MAN: Need to get you all on parade and get you shipped out of here!

Where's Jolly?

Well, he said he'd seen you.

No!

HOLLY: Jolly!

Jolly!

I'm sorry.

( crying ) Take care.

( band playing march, crowd cheering ) ( applause and lusty cheering) You've been in Paris, I hear.

Yes.

You didn't happen to see Irene, I suppose?

Yes, I saw her.

I've decided-- and I think you'd better know-- I'm going to ask her to come back to me.

You have asked her, you know?

That was a shock to her.

But as she thinks it over, she'll see it's the only way out for us.

That wasn't my impression of her state of mind.

I don't altogether care about your impression.

What I need is your undertaking that you won't influence her against me.

I don't know why you think I have any influence.

But if I did have, I would use it in the direction of her happiness.

Against me?

I'm against any woman living with a man whom she dislikes.

Oh, "dislikes."

And it's that sort of opinion you put into her mind?

She is my wife.

In name.

In law.

In fact.

♪ 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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