Good evening, Mr. Dartie.

Will you be requiring a table in the dining room?

Welcome back, Dartie.

So you've got the money?

Look here, old boy, I've managed to scrape a little together.

Best I can do, I'm afraid.

GEORGE: But it's all been paid off, in cash.

It seems you've got a benefactor.

You'll get it back, every penny.

Moi?

Yes, vous.

( laughs heartily ) Merci beaucoup, anyway.

How do you know it was me?

Oh, I may be a fool, but I'm not stupid.

Dashed decent.

It's taught me a lesson, you know.

Yes, I'm a changed man: drinking, gambling, women.

It's times like this makes you appreciate what you've got-- a wife, friends, health, roof over your head.

What more do you want?

I'll see my son tomorrow.

Ready, George?

We're off.

The Carlton Casino.

Of course, you're a changed man.

Dartie.

I'll see you.

Flush.

Sorry, old boy.

Does Freddie know where you are?

It's my last session.

As from midnight... You're a changed man.

Spot on.

See you.

It appears to be my night, gentlemen.

Thank you so much.

Every last penny.

I have told you.

And besides, it's only money.

Well, it may be to you, but to me, it's...

I'm fed up with cards.

What else shall we try?

Oh, George!

It's a winning run, old boy.

Once in a lifetime.

See how easy it is to lose?

Stick with me and watch.

Odd number, three times in a row.

So next time?

Even.

Odd.

CROUPIER: Rien ne va plus.

No more bets.

CROUPIER: Black, 31.

( applause ) You can't go on winning.

Think of Freddie... and Val.

Oh, it's them I'm doing it for.

One last time.

Dartie's last bet!

This is madness!

You'll lose the lot!

CROUPIER: No more bets please, gentlemen.

Rien ne va plus.

Red, 16.

( applause ) Oh, congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

On the house.

DARTIE: Oh, splendid.

MAN: You are most welcome to continue.

GEORGE: Dartie.

No, no, I think I'll call it a night.

( chuckling ) Will a check be convenient, sir?

Dashed inconvenient.

Give half of it to me bank manager?

Cash, man, cash!

( champagne cork pops ) George.

( laughter ) GEORGE: Hold onto that.

I'm taking Freddie on holiday.

And Val can pay Profond for that filly.

Profond!

Can't make him out!

Not a bad sort!

Think I agree.

MAN: Come back here!

Stop!

( laughs ) DARTIE: Look out!

Horse!

( neighing wildly ) ( tires squealing ) ( car crashing ) ( moans ) Dartie, you all right?

Here, old chap?

Old chap?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

( whimpers ): Oh, no!

"Taking Freddie on holiday": his very last words.

GEORGE: Don't worry, old thing, I'll be here.

Left a big hole in my life, too.

We'll get through it somehow.

Excuse me.

What's the holdup?

Just two more minutes.

Then we'll set off.

It's a bad idea anyway.

You should have let me organize everything.

By the way... Winnie wants you to put this in safekeeping.

It's hardly the time.

When is?

If you've come to cause trouble...

Au contraire.

I have come to mourn my friend.

Why must you disrupt my family?

If the truth were known, it were always so... long before my arrival.

Then let the truth be known; tell me.

Anyway, I know my father wanted to marry Irene.

There.

Wanted to... or did?

Then divorced her.

( horse approaches, sauntering ) WOMAN ( quietly ): It's Mr. Dartie's racing colors.

MAN ( quietly ): Marvelous gesture.

Let's get going.

Jon?

Fleur.

What on earth are you doing here?

I had to come and tell you.

I know everything!

Come here.

Listen.

They were married, then divorced-- your mother and Daddy-- it's true.

It can't be-- who told you?

Profond.

What does he know?

I'm sure it's true, I could tell.

This is real, Jon, I promise you.

Then there must have been a scandal.

That's why no one will talk about it.

And why my father will never let us be together.

There must have been adultery.

I don't believe it.

My father will never accept us, I know he won't.

I know him.

Does your mother play the piano?

Yes, why?

I think he loved her very much.

Oh, this is awful.

Fleur, listen.

There must be a way.

I should go; I shouldn't have come.

Someone might see me.

Not yet.

I'll talk to them.

They'll understand, they will.

I'll make them.

Please... stay a minute.

IRENE ( from outside ): Jon!

Oh!

Fleur.

I've just come from the funeral.

Yes.

She was upset.

Oh, yes, of course.

How is your Aunt Winifred?

Coping.

Well... you must come to tea with us.

I shall tell Jon's father you're here.

He will be so pleased to meet you.

Don't be long.

Fleur's been to the funeral.

A sad business... Fleur.

IRENE: Jon, dear, offer Fleur a sandwich.

This really is a beautiful house.

When was it built?

A long time ago.

Oh.

Fleur was asking if you played the piano.

She'd love to hear you.

Wouldn't...?

( clock ticking ) Is this jam your own?

I mean, did you grow the gooseberries?

I think you'll find it's greengage.

( car approaching ) I think I heard the car.

It's always nice to meet Jon's friends.

You must come again one day.

Thank you so much for tea.

Tell me... Now you've seen where we live, is it different to how you imagined it?

Or exactly the same?

( engine starts up ) ( angrily ): Greengages...

Gooseberries?!

It's just bloody jam!

IRENE: Jon!

Jon!

JOLYON: You accuse me?!

Did she tell you that she came to see me while you were in France?

Why didn't you say?

She deceived me.

No, she's not like that.

No?

She invites herself down to Holly's.

She turns up on our doorstep without saying who she was.

Dear boy, see her for what she is!

She wanted to tell you who she was, but... but the occasion didn't arise, and... And then when it did... You don't believe that yourself.

She lies to you as she lies to everyone else.

That's unfair.

Anyway, it's only because of who her father is.

Well?

Well, she's his daughter, all right-- right down to her fingertips.

That's no reason to treat Fleur the way that you did!

And the more you do it, the more I'll love her.

Jon...

Please.

Put her out of your mind.

Who are you to tell me what I should do and who I should love?

I'm not a child anymore.

I can make up my own mind.

Jon...

Listen to me!

Jon.

( knocks on door ) Jon, listen to me.

JOLYON: Jon... Jon, open the door, please.

Come on.

( pleadingly ): Jon... Jon, please talk to us.

( door rattling ) ( sniffling ) ( sobbing ) I'm sorry.

Poor Mr. Dartie.

How's Mrs. Dartie taking it?

£3,184 and four shillings.

It should bring her in £350 a year.

It'll soften the blow.

Mr. Jolyon.

Gradman.

Soames.

Do we have an appointment?

I'm-I'm looking for my son.

Well...

I don't believe we've got him.

This is your daughter's doing.

JOLYON: She should have left well alone.

What are you talking about?

She came to tea at Robin Hill yesterday.

I believe she's in constant communication with Jon.

And your point?

Well, where is she?

Because he will be with her.

( groans ) ( mumbles softly ) Fleur is at a family gathering in memory of Dartie.

I'm about to join her.

She's not with your son, if it puts your mind at rest.

It does.

Thank you.

Irene's frantic with worry.

Jon just upped and left last night without a word.

( breathing heavily ) If you see Fleur...

I'll ask her.

It won't do them any good, this... friendship.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

I'll talk to her.

( door closes ) Doesn't look too good.

He doesn't.

What about the boy?

Indeed.

Mind you, it's not surprising.

He's had a strange upbringing.

Well, what can you expect if you won't adhere to the proprieties of family life?

That's what Mrs. Gradman always says-- bad blood will out.

SOAMES: "Mr. Forsyte, I feel it my duty to inform you "that your wife has been in the company of a dirty foreigner, Prosper Profond."

SOAMES: Careful with that.

Don't damage the woodwork.

SERVANT: Yes, sir.

What's up with Soames?

In a proper old stew about something.

Madame, if you will.

Take a card.

Any card.

Take a card.

Oh!

Five of diamonds.

No-- shh!

PROFOND: You are not supposed to tell me.

( giggling ) HESTER: Silly me!

Take a card-- any card.

( whispering ): Put it back.

Shall we find your card?

( blows ) Uh!

Is this your card?

( laughing ) PROFOND: Is this your card?

HESTER: Yes!

Is this your card?

I can't believe it.

HESTER: Bravo!

( applauding ) PROFOND: Let me show you one now.

You don't fool anyone with your long face.

You couldn't stand him.

And you don't fool anyone either.

PROFOND: You show me one.

You show me a little trick.

Oh, I couldn't.

Yes, you can.

HESTER: No, I couldn't.

HESTER: That's Dartie!

It is!

GEORGE: Dartie to a T. ( chuckling ) GEORGE: Cheltenham.

Took us 36 hours to get home.

Oh, alors!

( chuckles ) GEORGE: Dartie on a horse.

I want to talk to you.

What's the matter?

Later.

GEORGE: And this one was taken on the Riviera.

Whatever people said about him, he always came back to me.

GEORGE: The happy couple.

And that, I am afraid, is the very last one.

( ladies applauding tentatively) To Dad.

To Dad.

OTHERS: To Dartie.

Dartie.

( barely audibly ): To Dartie.

( clock chimes ) HOLLY: Come down and stay with us.

Now.

Get away from Green Street for a while.

You know, I think I might.

Thank you.

We ought to be leaving.

I have an appointment.

With a dressmaker.

And then tea with a friend.

But you'll be back for dinner?

Of course.

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

A bientôt.

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

And you.

Where's Jon Forsyte?

Jon?

Um...

He's disappeared, apparently.

Upped and gone.

I don't know anything about it.

You promise me?

I swear.

You had tea there yesterday.

A... stupid thing.

He asked me.

I shouldn't have.

His parents were horrid to me.

( huffs ) Well, we'll talk no more of it, then.

There's nothing between you?

Nothing.

WINIFRED: Thank you so much for... JUNE: How could Jon do this to you?

Now, for heaven's sake!

He doesn't know I'm ill. Then he needs to open his eyes.

He's too busy thinking about Fleur.

( exhales disgustedly ) We argued.

About her?

What if I've lost him?

Jon will come back.

You mean so much to him.

Fleur!

Oh... ( chuckles ) Let me show you the cottage.

"And so I want to live on my own for a while, see if I can do it."

Why, for heaven's sake?

At least there's no mention of Fleur.

"If you want to contact me urgently, get hold of Maple.

"I'm staying in one of his cottages.

"Otherwise, please don't worry.

"I'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.

And perhaps he has thrown Fleur over.

He's licking his wounds.

I want him here.

Now.

He'll come back.

( sighs deeply ) The row.

Was it about me?

Dad behaved appallingly to you.

I don't know what got into him.

I 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?

I mean... not for good.

( softly ): No.

No, I just need some time away from them.

They'll understand.

You know, they're pretty amazing parents most of the time.

Poor Jon.

You don't have to be back for a whole week.

Isn't it amazing?

All this time.

Daddy thinks I'm in Brighton with Cherry and that I'm in love with Michael Mont.

I shouldn't have written to you.

You shouldn't have come here.

Why?

You know very well.

I thought that when I got your letter... this is what you wanted.

Stop it, Fleur.

You don't love me.

I do!

You asked me here to make fun of me.

No.

No...

I'm leaving.

Look, can't you see?

I'm dying for you.

Then... We mustn't rush this.

It's the most important thing-- it's everything.

And you're sure it's not because... Because of what?

Don't break my heart, Jon.

I couldn't stand it if you did.

How could I ever do that?

SOAMES: That will be all for this evening, Bilson.

Good night.

BILSON: Good night, sir.

Mrs. Forsyte.

( door closes ) "Mr. Forsyte.

"I 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."

( chuckling ) What have you to say?

"Foreigner--" it's misspelled.

Don't deny it.

Dartie has told me as much.

Did he?

Charming.

And now I get this!

A letter from some stranger!

The whole of London must know that 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 I married you?

And do you remember how old I was?

Not half your age.

I have given you the child you wanted, I've stood by you, but I'm still young.

You'll give up this friendship, do you understand?

I'll do no such thing.

Then I'll make you.

I'll cut you out of the will.

I'll divorce you.

"Poor Soames, losing another wife."

Think of the scandal.

( snaps book shut ) So you have the paperwork for Miss Fleur's settlement?

Sir.

I want to change trustees.

At present, Mrs. Forsyte is the sole trustee, is she not?

Sir.

I want to strike her off.

Sir, that means Mrs. Forsyte will have her yearly income and nothing more to depend on.

With immediate effect, Gradman.

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.

( sighs contentedly ) Tell me again.

"I feel it my duty to inform you "that your wife has been in the company of a dirty foreigner."

( laughing ) 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!

( knocking ) ( whispering ): Soames.

Merde.

PROFOND: Yes?

( in deep voice ): Who is it?

MAN: The hot chocolate you ordered sir.

And the liver, sir, for the dog.

( dog yapping ) ( scratching at the door ) ( gravely ): There.

I'm so sorry, sir.

( dog yapping and whining ) ( Profond exhales deeply ) ( growling ) ( yaps ) ( Profond howling ) ( yapping and howling ) ( growling ) ( Annette squeals; laughing ) ( Profond growling, Annette laughing, yipping ) ( laughing ) Hot chocolate and liver.

Oh, quel chien gastronome!

( growling ) It doesn't matter, does it?

The letter?

Oh, no, my chocolat chaud.

It doesn't matter at all.

( both growling playfully, laughing ) ( birds singing ) You... you want to cut the stalk out of that.

It will be too tough to eat.

I had a vegetable garden for years.

I don't know if Jon told you, but I...

I wasn't always made of money.

May I?

Jon's working at the farm.

He'll be back soon.

I owe you an apology.

I was pretty unpleasant last time we met.

It's Jon you should apologize to.

It's you I want to talk to.

I didn't mean to lie to you that day at Robin Hill.

Sure you didn't.

I jumped to conclusions about you.

Why?

Because you're a Forsyte.

So are you.

Yes, but...

I broke away from them.

Why is the family so very awful?

What did they ever do to you?

They uphold values I don't adhere to.

Like what?

Selfishness; possessiveness; money and power over love.

But I'm not like that.

Then prove it to me.

I will.

I'll do anything.

Give up my son.

It's you who's being possessive now; selfish.

I'm dying, Fleur.

See it as a... as a last request, as a plea to your better nature.

You don't look ill. Well... it's heart disease.

Final stages, apparently.

I'm sorry.

So am I. Jon didn't tell me.

Jon doesn't know.

Neither does Irene.

It's... you can call it stupidity, pride.

I don't want them to pity me.

I can understand that.

But I need Jon to be strong for me... to be with me.

I'm not stopping him from coming home.

I know that.

It's all his decision, but it's... it's...

He's chosen a bad time to strike out, that's all.

I'll persuade him to come back to Robin Hill, but I'm not going to break it off with him.

If you marry Jon, Irene will be entirely alone.

He doesn't have to choose between us.

Yes, he does.

You mean my father.

It's so unfair.

Do the right thing; the selfless thing.

All right.

I'll finish it.

Thank you.

It was delicious.

Don't sound so surprised.

I'm not, it's just...

I was brought up on Cook's knee-- pastry, roasts... We'll make a farmer's wife of you yet.

I had a visitor today.

It 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 I know you miss him.

I'll survive.

But you... you argued-- you should make it up.

What's he done, hmm?

Bewitched you?

Come here.

( yelps playfully ) Every day our lives should be like this.

But it can't be.

I just want to slam the door on the whole lot of them.

I've got a better idea.

We could elope.

In 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.

I could go up there and deposit a suitcase.

Three weeks later we could travel up together, reclaim it and get married.

I'll go up with the suitcases.

Oh, Jon!

No.

You go home.

Make amends with your father.

Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind.

But... don't tell him about us.

Tell him that I've thrown you over.

Yes.

And then, when we're married, and there's nothing they can do about it, we'll tell them.

Okay.

21 days.

I love you.

STATIONMASTER: Edinburgh, all aboard!

Scotland train!

( train whistle blowing ) ( engine chugging, increasing speed ) Mr. Mont, sir.

Ah, Mr. Mont.

Come in.

I don't want to intrude.

You're not.

The house seems rather empty without Fleur.

She's one of those people, isn't she?

Wherever she goes, the place lights up.

Ah, how nice to see you again.

Likewise.

Fleur's not back until tomorrow, I'm afraid.

We're all on tenterhooks.

Where are you going?

Into town.

I need something to read.

Send a servant.

I like to go.

There is very little of interest or amusement to keep me here.

Mr. Mont.

You see, I, unlike Fleur, am not "one of those people."

The house does not "light up."

I don't know, sir.

I've been to two of your parties now, and they've both been splendid.

I merely provide the finances for the illumination.

Well, somebody jolly well has to, and it's good of you to volunteer.

You're buttering me up.

Of course I am.

I'm sweet on your daughter.

Well, at least you're honest.

She's a lucky girl.

It seems that all her life, you've allowed her to be what she wants, to do what she wants.

Some would say I'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 I have your approval?

You haven't known her long.

Love's not about that.

And Fleur's very young.

In years, perhaps.

Well, as you say, she does what she wants.

In the end, the matter lies with her.

But yes, Mr. Mont, you have my approval.

JOLYON: Now, I just want to say a few words.

Does anyone mind?

I just want to say thank you, really, to all of you for putting up with me.

Well, it's about time.

( laughter ) It just seems I'm increasingly becoming a cantankerous old fool.

I hate confrontations, yet during my lifetime, I've always been in the middle of them, first with my own father, and then my son... And Jon, it... it means everything to me that you are sitting here tonight.

Welcome home.

Welcome home.

Cheers.

Welcome home.

I chanced upon an entry in Burke's Peerage this morning.

Michael Mont's father is 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?

Much good it did me.

Was it an affair of the heart?

Grand passion?

I'm heading for bed.

Good night, darling.

Is she still alive?

She is, isn't she?

It's Jon Forsyte's mother, isn't it?

You were married to her.

Who told you that?

I 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.

I would.

You see, I'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 I can't?

Michael Mont's a good man, a fine man.

Michael...

It'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?

I just feel better.

And you've told Irene.

Not yet.

Dad...

I will.

Well, at least you've talked to Jon about Fleur.

No, and I don't need to.

It's over, I'm sure of it.

I went to see her, you know.

Where?

Jon's cottage.

She gave me her word and I believed her.

It 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.

( mumbles ) It's important.

You can't leave these things unresolved.

Sometimes you're like a bull in a china shop.

An adorable one, but... All right.

So let me do things my way.

I won't say another word.

Only... Shush!

( whispers ): Don't leave it too long!

Ah, Miss Forsyte!

A pleasure indeed.

What do you want?

To say good-bye to your parents.

Good-bye?

I am off on my travels, never to return.

I can't stay another week.

Bored, is the truth of it.

The life, the people... Well, that's a beastly thing to say.

Then I apologize.

Monsieur Profond.

This is a welcome surprise.

He's going away.

Yes, I am off yachting.

Around the world or somewhere.

But you'll be back?

Probably not.

I won't be missed.

You underrate your charms, Mr. Profond.

Oh, don't misunderstand me.

I have adored my stay here in England.

You know, the English are so welcoming, so amusing.

But I like to leave a place before the bloom is lost.

Excuse me.

There is something I must attend to.

Good-bye, Madame Forsyte.

Mr. Profond.

I'll help you.

It's true.

In a week, I will be forgotten.

Maybe that's no bad thing.

Mr. Forsyte, we are both men of the world.

You know the letter, the scandal.

It's best we part as friends.

( horn toots ) Well, he's gone.

I'm awfully sorry.

Telling you in front of us... Don't be too hard on him.

Or me.

We've betrayed no one.

What about Daddy?

Your father and I will carry on as before.

He married me for one thing only: a child.

You must have loved each other!

Oh, my treasure...

I think I'll lie down.

I have a headache.

You'll have supper in the dining room?

Of course.

I thought...

If 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.

I'd like that.

Thank you.