♪ ♪ Believe me, this will pass.

♪ ♪ Would you do me the honor of wearing this ring?

(gasps) JOLYON: There's no need to pay for those mistakes with your career.

They're my actual flesh and blood.

Many of our clients will find such a liaison distasteful.

But of course they will!

FRANCES: The vote went in your favor.

IRENE: Theirs was a love match.

And yours is...?

That "love," as you call it, has no place in this house.

So kill it.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ANN: The call of duty.

Is it to ourselves?

Or to others?

Each generation debates the dilemma.

Follow the money or follow your heart.

♪ ♪ (breathing softly) (horse snorting) (hooves pounding, horse snorting) (horse snorting) ♪ ♪ FRANCES: June and I agree, you mustn't reproach yourself.

The children.

It's not as if you left them unprovided for.

They'll inherit a considerable sum when they reach their majority.

They will.

And I understand the struggle.

The power of first love.

And when there are consequences... I've cut ties with her, Frances.

There's nothing more to be said.

And for that, June and I are grateful.

So may we now turn our attention to the Carterets?

♪ ♪ Race you.

(chuckling): On Figaro?

He's slower than treacle.

(all chuckling) (crop cracks, Figaro neighs) (clicks tongue) ♪ ♪ (chuckling) I feel quite neglected.

Two weeks and not even a postcard.

Surely, he can't be that busy?

Oh, I don't know.

Well, personally, I'm enjoying the peace.

There's so much less drama.

I doubt Jo would agree with you.

(harshly): Oh, Monty.

(shouts): Yes!

Once the dust has settled, we need to implement the succession without delay.

Why the urgency?

I waited a long time to become chairman.

Nothing prepares you for the loneliness, the lack of a mentor... ...everyone waiting for you to fail.

(paper rustles) So, I want you to take on the mantle now while I'm still here to guide you.

And since Soames is away, we can use his absence.

To do what?

To assure the doubters that you, and not he, are the man for the job.

♪ ♪ When will you tell them?

I've already written to my father.

(people talking in distance) (moans) I told him Forsyte and Co.

should explore new markets, that I intend to set up an office here in Paris where I can have complete autonomy.

Won't he applaud that?

(chuckles): No-- he'll want me in London, fulfilling his lifelong ambition to thwart his brother.

Oh, believe me, I'd do a better job than my cousin, but I've told him I need a new challenge.

You have me.

Am I not challenge enough?

You are... Let me see, what are you?

A wild thing.

(laughs) A wood nymph.

A goddess.

(moans) (chuckles) I saw the sun rise today.

What?

Where?

When?

In the gardens.

You went out alone?

I love the early morning light.

But my darling, we're husband and wife now.

We should want to do everything together.

(scoffs) Everything?

Is that not what marriage is about?

Of course.

Next time, I'll wake you.

(both chuckle) (people talking in background) Ah, Forsyte.

Is it true?

Soames missing in action?

Yes, on his honeymoon-- poor excuse, I grant you.

(chuckles) Can I help?

Mm, Ceylon Gold-- Sir Jimmy Buckland's venture.

Soames told me it's a gold mine.

Literally.

Good-- count me in, to the tune of... Well, that's your choice, of course, Mr.

Culley, but I'd advise against.

Uh... Sir Jim has a dubious safety record, prone to accidents and rumored fatalities.

I, I really wouldn't... And?

If there are a few careless laborers lost down a mine, small price to pay for such fabulous returns.

JAMES: Couldn't agree more.

James Forsyte.

Allow me to expedite your purchase-- this way.

With me.

♪ ♪ (door closes) (Louisa laughing) ♪ ♪ (water lapping) ♪ ♪ (object clatters) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens, bell rings) HANNAH: Mrs.

Barrington!

ELLEN: Hannah, what a lovely surprise.

(door closes) Oh!

(laughing): My dear Louisa!

(laughs) You don't look a day older!

Oh, that's kind of you to say.

Oh!

How's it been?

A struggle, but so much worse if you hadn't stepped in.

I take no credit.

(exhales) I gave you a helping hand.

The rest you've done yourself.

Oh!

(chuckles) How inspiring.

And to that end... ...I have a favor to beg.

Of course, anything.

I hesitate to ask.

It would involve a risk.

And it concerns my forthcoming fundraising event.

(birds chirping) (ducks quacking) ♪ ♪ June!

(laughs) Tsar Philip of Culver Street?

June Renegade of Hyde Park.

(laughing) ♪ ♪ (giggles) Thank you.

I thought you might not come.

It was very impertinent of you to ask me.

But perhaps you think the rules of polite society don't apply to us.

Perhaps I think them petty.

Parochial?

Irrational.

(chuckles) Seriously, can men and women not be friends?

Do friends accept gifts?

Keats!

Recite me one.

Mm.

"When old age shall this generation waste, "Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe than ours, "A friend to man, to whom thou say'st..." "'Beauty is truth, truth beauty-- "'that is all ye know on earth... "'And all ye need to know.'"

...and all ye need to know.'"

♪ ♪ IRENE: Where shall we live?

(giggles) SOAMES: Versailles, the Tuileries, the Champs-Élysées.

(both laugh) When I was tiny, we lived in three rooms above a baker's shop.

And my father bought me a canary.

But my mother said that wild things should never be kept in cages.

So she let it fly away.

No doubt to be eaten by a cat.

(both chuckle) Mm.

Well, three rooms won't do for us.

We shall need to entertain, forge connections.

(groans) Now you're about to discover my guilty secret.

Mama never taught me how to play the hostess.

That's it!

Our marriage is over!

(laughs) You realize we'll have a housekeeper, servants.

And your mother will think me woefully lacking.

(laughs) I'm sure she already thinks I've led you astray.

Led me astray?

(chuckles) Have you?

My father told me university was a waste of time and money.

Likewise, Europe, the Grand Tour.

So, at 16, I was on the floor of the stock exchange, learning the ropes.

Oh, don't mistake me, none of it was wasted, but... ...now... ...is my duty to the company... ...or to myself?

♪ ♪ You haven't led me astray.

You've set me free.

(talking indistinctly) (footsteps approaching) Someone's all of a glow.

Must be the ride-- the wind was bracing.

Suits you.

You should go more often.

Well, I think I will.

♪ ♪ (people talking, music playing in background) ANN: So, the hunt is on.

Yes.

Will it be a chase or a trap?

Frances will have it all planned.

She learnt from the master.

(chuckles) JAMES: Utterly brazen.

(sighs) Might as well stick her on a plate with an apple in her mouth.

(snorts) Olivia sends her regrets.

She's visiting the Fitzgeralds.

She and young Anthony have formed an attachment.

Oh, how delightful.

(quietly): That was quick.

Poor Cyril finds it all so confusing.

Shall we find you a little treat?

(mutters): Why don't you?

There we are, pudding.

(Cyril barks) Have you met Mrs.

Parker Barrington?

She's back in London.

I'd be happy to introduce you.

Oh, no-- no need.

(chuckles) I knew her in Geneva when she was first married.

Sweet girl.

Husband an absolute stick.

(chuckles) She and I hiked the Matterhorn together.

(chuckling) (music and conversations continue) And I, I understand you have an extensive collection of moths.

HORATIO: Uh, yes.

JUNE: I've been longing to know, what, what distinguishes a moth from a butterfly?

Oh, uh, well, in fact, they do have things in common.

Mm-hmm?

Both belong to Lepidoptera species, from the Greek lepis, meaning scale, and pteron, meaning wing.

Mm, fascinating.

(chuckles) (people laughing in distance) Well, that could hardly have gone better.

June was transformed.

You did her very proud.

(exhales) It was a splendid evening.

Do you really think she's had a change of heart?

It would certainly make things easier.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (drivers exclaiming) Soames-- finally.

I trust he's announcing his imminent return.

(Cyril panting) ♪ ♪ (exhales) Not coming home?

Oh, my heart, I shall faint.

Can it be true?

It must be her doing.

Well, you can't deny, she's a bewitching little creature.

What can he be thinking?

Setting up on his own in Paris, of all places?

Although, with Soames gone, might a fellow step up?

WINIFRED: What fellow?

MONTY: Someone with expertise on risk, investment.

Gambling, you mean.

And for the mantle of favored child.

Think about it, Freddie-- with Soames away, you and I are the preeminent pair of our generation.

Nobody is to hear of this.

Understood?

Of course.

On my honor.

(door slams) My heart will break.

(sobs) How shall we live without him?

(people talking in background) Prepare yourselves.

Is he serious?

No, he's clever.

If Jo gets the chair, do you see Soames taking orders?

This way, he gets to be master of his own domain.

Good thinking.

No, not good-- defeatist.

Jo mustn't be allowed to get the chair.

Soames must return and fight his corner.

I need to send a telegram.

ELLEN: Dear Mrs.

Forsyte-- so good of you to come.

Did I hear there may soon be exciting news about your daughter and young Horatio?

I couldn't possibly comment.

(chuckles) Lady Carteret herself dropped a hint.

She's asked me to donate to her charity for the reclamation of fallen women, and I wondered whether you might be persuaded to join us.

Of course-- one must support any scheme that takes these wretched creatures off the streets.

Perhaps we can find ways to alleviate their wretchedness.

(drivers calling) (sighs) They're both very hot.

Try to get some sleep, my darlings.

I don't like it.

What Mrs.

Barrington wants you to do.

(exhales) She couldn't have asked me at a worse time.

With all these Forsytes buzzing around.

She wasn't to know-- I've never told her who the children's father was.

If you do it, it could ruin you.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ (door opens) (door closes) (footsteps approaching) (letter opens) An invitation to Frampton Park.

Oh.

What's that?

The Carteret family seat.

Oh.

Am I invited?

Oh, I think we both know you're the main attraction, my love.

(both chuckle) (footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (laughing and talking in background) (cheering, squealing) Irene, mon amie!

YVETTE: O, regardez vous deux.

IRENE (laughing): Et voici mon cher mari.

Mes amis from the corps de ballet.

Yvette, Colette, Patrice, Victor.

VICTOR: Bonjour.

Ravi.

PATRICE: Bonjour!

Enchanté.

COLETTE: Bonjour!

Mwah!

Mwah!

Bonjour!

Enchantée!

COLETTE: Allons-y?

PATRICE: Allez, allez, tout le monde.

Allez, on s'assoit.

IRENE: O, mes chers amis!

(gasps) O, c'est magnifique!

Alors, champagne?

MAN: Vous êtes prets, les gars?

On célèbre, n'est-ce pas?

PATRICE: Mais non.

Il vous faut absolument essayer notre specialité de maison, l'absinthe.

(exclaiming, laughing) Allez, la tournée!

ALL (chanting): Absinthe!

Absinthe!

Allez tous ensemble!

(pounding table) (exclaiming, pounding table) (cheering, toasting) (groaning, laughing) (others laughing) (pigeons cooing, fire crackling) (sighs) How could I be so stupid?

I thought, if I appeared compliant, then Mama would be more sympathetic.

Would take my wishes into account.

But, but now that's... Frampton Park.

Yes.

And that can only mean one thing.

He intends to propose.

I suppose we'll never meet again.

I wish it could be otherwise.

Perhaps you should marry me.

(both chuckling) I think I'd prefer it.

No.

I really would prefer it.

June, let's be serious-- how on earth would we live?

Well, I'd have my settlement.

There'll be no settlement.

If your father refuses his consent, and believe me, he will... Well, then we'll run away.

And live on what?

I have debts.

No reputation.

I'm yet to secure a meaningful commission.

Sometimes I live on cocoa for a week.

(chuckles) But none of this matters if we love each other.

I, I shouldn't have said that.

But you did.

♪ ♪ And... So... ♪ ♪ (laughing) PATRICE: C'est génial.

WAITER: Monsieur.

COLETTE: Quand aura-t-on le plaisir de vous voir dancer avec nous?

WAITER: Ouais, tout de suite.

When will I join them at the corps de ballet?

J'ai une lettre de référence de Mme Lanner à Londres.

(others gasp) C'est pas vrai!

If I can join them at the start of the new season.

"La Sylphide," "Giselle."

WAITER: Champagne.

Ah.

Mais que vois-je?

Vous n'aimez pas l'absinthe?

One can have too much of a good thing.

(others laughing) (bicycle bell rings) (talking in background) (machines clicking) (conversations continue) So... Do you intend to make a habit of advising clients against surefire investments?

What's this?

Ceylon Gold.

As predicted, colossal profits.

But it seems Jo is unable to conquer his squeamishness.

I doubt I ever will.

You should ask Dartie.

I'm sure he's made of sterner stuff.

Mm, did I hear my name?

Sir Jimmy Buckland's gold mine.

Shares currently showing a 40% uplift.

Ooh, I like the sound of that!

(door closes) The purpose of this firm is solely to make a profit for its clients.

But if the heir apparent shows queasiness at its methods, is he really acting in our best interest?

(breathes deeply) It appears Horatio Carteret is partial to June.

Mm.

JOLYON: Well, think of that!

FRANCES: When we go to Frampton Park, I believe he will ask for her hand.

(Ann chuckles) And he's the heir, which eventually means, of course, that June herself will be Lady Carteret.

ANN: Just what those high-and-mighties need.

A bit of spark and personality.

(Ann and Jolyon chuckle) JOLYON: Feather in your cap, my dear.

And to you, too, June, of course.

Assuming her father consents.

FRANCES: Why wouldn't he?

Can you think of a reason?

Not unless June can.

My love?

Hm?

Sorry, I was miles away-- what was the question?

(Frances and Jolyon chuckle) Is there any reason I shouldn't consent to you marrying Horatio Carteret?

(stammers) Yes, I believe there is.

On account of the fact that I'm already engaged.

(laughing) His name's Philip Bosinney.

He's an architect, one of the new school, and very bright.

He lives on Culver Street.

It's also his office.

He's still awaiting his first commission, but he's so talented, he's sure to be in great demand once the word... Darling, that's enough.

No one finds this remotely amusing.

Oh, I don't know.

(chuckles) I met him at the opera.

He's a modernist, and utterly rejects outmoded traditions, such as... Asking a father for his daughter's hand before he proposes?

Well, actually, I proposed.

Wha... Of course you did.

Am I to understand there's actually some truth to this ridiculous... June.

What are you doing?

Following my heart.

Oh, dear.

But how did... Where could-- tell her!

It's out of the question.

June.

(clears throat) A word, please.

(footsteps retreating) (clears throat) Did you know anything about this?

Why would I?

We know she likes to confide in you.

Well, perhaps she thought I'd disapprove.

Which obviously you do.

(conversation continues in distance) You don't understand.

He's not like anyone I've ever known.

He cares about things that matter, about right and wrong.

He doesn't want to control me.

He wants me to be just who I am.

And that's unlike anyone you've ever known?

Yes!

(exhales) So I should meet him.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (both exhale) ♪ ♪ (breathing evenly) ♪ ♪ (exhales) What is it?

Why are you looking at me like that?

May a man not look upon his most treasured possession?

Am I really such a thing?

And more.

How could I have done this?

Failed to communicate the Forsyte imperative?

Seize the crown, lead?

Instead of playing second fiddle?

What's been the point of my life, if not to set my son on the chair?

Is that what you put in your telegram?

Obviously not.

I told him if he didn't take the next train home from Paris, I'd come and drag him home by his earlobes.

Oh, well, that'll do it.

(talking in background) WAITER: This way, sir.

Ah.

Mr.

Bosinney.

Please.

(birds chirping) ELLEN: Ladies, you've done me the honor of inviting me to join your campaign.

And while I suspect that the scale of my donation may have influenced your choice... (chuckling, patting legs) ...I hope I may have something more than guineas to offer.

(women talking in background) ♪ ♪ (gasps softly) No doubt you think me presumptuous, daring to aspire to the hand of an heiress.

As you can see, my cuffs are frayed, my coat is worn, and to demonstrate the gulf between us, you invite me to a place whose membership fee is four times my annual salary.

Actually, I chose it because it's around the corner from your office.

(men chuckling and talking in background) Tell me about yourself.

I'm a radical.

Hm.

I decline to bow to convention.

My family is undistinguished.

My studies have left me in debt.

So if you've come here to tell me that I must look elsewhere... I've come here to ask why you love my daughter.

I've never met anyone like her.

We see the world in the same way.

She's spirited and brave, and yes, I love her.

And if you don't believe me, then... And what if I do believe you?

You've supported this cause long before I arrived.

The hostels you fund for the women you save, the clergy you pay to instruct them in the error of their ways... (women murmur assent) ...the homes you find amongst the childless gentry for their wretched offspring.

No one can doubt the rigor of your purpose.

But what is the ultimate aim of your charity-- punishment?

Moral superiority?

Or material assistance?

Let me introduce to you a lady whose history you may find instructive.

(audience applauding) ♪ ♪ And some of you know me, you honor me with your custom.

You've been kind enough to invite me into your homes.

Ten years ago, I was penniless, homeless.

Mrs.

Parker Barrington heard of my distress.

She could have judged me, made a reckoning of my failings.

But instead, she asked me how she could help.

She found me lodgings, a midwife, sustenance.

She asked me what skills I possessed, and employed me as a dressmaker, recommended me to her friends.

(women murmuring assent) Many of you have helped to make me what I am today.

Not a burden on society, but a contributor.

Heartwarming story, but there's a vast difference between you and the women that we try to help.

You are not what we call "fallen."

And if I was, would I deserve the workhouse?

My children removed, myself consigned to penitence and shame?

Widowhood and poverty are not sins.

I wasn't a widow.

My children were born out of wedlock.

(women murmuring) Their father... ♪ ♪ ...died.

Before they were born.

(breath trembling) Now do you judge me?

Do I appear less deserving to you now?

Not to me.

And not, I hope, to any here.

(audience applauding) WOMAN: Thank you so much.

Thank you.

(women talking softly) WOMAN: We do so appreciate your support.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Madam?

(women talking in background) (exhales) Forgive me, I, I must go.

♪ ♪ You don't strike me as a fortune hunter.

How would you support her?

I, well... That is, at present, I can't-- but I have prospects.

I'm currently seeking a major commission.

But is money the be-all and end-all?

It is for those who are used to it.

I can't agree to this marriage.

(starts) Until you've completed your first commission.

Till then, I consent to an engagement.

I have no doubt we'll be seeing a lot of each other.

♪ ♪ (chuckles) (coughing heavily, wheezing) (footsteps running) (coughing, wheezing continue) I'm here, my darlings-- I'm here now.

(kids coughing, wheezing) (bell tolling in distance) FRANCES: You agreed to an engagement?

Why?

He's impulsive, argumentative, and currently without means.

It could be years before he makes his first commission.

Exactly!

And by then, the romance will have lost its sheen.

Or stood the test of time.

And you're willing to take that chance?

(sighs) What is this?

You living vicariously?

Allowing June to do what you always regretted not doing?

Not in the slightest.

I'm wholly at peace with my decision.

(footsteps approaching) I knew it.

You, you were never going to consent, because you've no idea how it feels to truly follow your heart-- so go on!

Tell me.

♪ ♪ We give you permission to get engaged.

(chuckles) (laughs) (squeals) (laughing) And now we assure the outside world that we couldn't be happier.

(both exhale) (birds chirping, bell tolling) EMILY: No, no, no, no-- paws off the table, pudding.

You know the rules.

(Cyril growling) Uh-huh.

Is there a pact to lower the tone of this family?

First Soames, now June?

Has no one regard for pedigree?

You'll note the lack of announcement.

June's engagement?

No surprise.

I wouldn't advertise such a mismatch.

No wonder the engagement party's "close family only."

Poor Frances had such high hopes.

She must be so disappointed.

(Cyril whimpering) ♪ ♪ Did I ever tell you that when I was five, I fell into the Seine?

Where were your parents?

Beside me.

But I could swim, so my mother was happy for me to take risks.

She was a gambler.

Mm-hmm, like you, with other people's money.

I take calculated risks.

Ah, like chancing your happiness with someone you barely know?

Come with me-- I have a surprise.

(laughs) ALICIA: Isaac mentioned June's engagement.

Oh, we couldn't be more delighted.

Of course, June could've had her pick, but we believe that young people should follow their hearts.

Oh, I wholly agree.

I want to thank you for joining us the other day.

I hope you were persuaded of the cause.

(chuckles) Dear Louisa-- she's such a shining example of what can be achieved.

Yes, yes, very commendable.

Still, it's a struggle, with two little ones to take care of.

And when they both go down with a fever... Well, I, I'm so sorry, I have to dash.

I'm expected at the Devonshires' for luncheon.

♪ ♪ Are they very sick?

Scarlet fever, apparently.

Poor darlings.

But tell me, how is dear Isaac?

(orchestra warming up) (clears throat softly) (audience applauding, orchestra playing) (chuckles) (orchestra continues) (chuckles) (orchestra playing gently) (tempo quickens, melody begins) (audio distorting) ♪ ♪ (Soames breathing slowly) (Irene exhales) ♪ ♪ (Irene panting) (dancers breathing) (inhales) (Irene exhales) (gasps) ♪ ♪ (panting) (ballet music fading in) (normal audio resumes) (music continues) Oh, wasn't it wonderful?

And I meet the directeur next week.

And just think, if he accepts me, you can come and pick me up every night after the performance.

Oh, you should meet Yvette's brother.

He's a painter-- he comes to watch all of the rehearsals.

I honestly just can't wait for you to see me dance.

Oh, and just imagine, you can meet me at the stage door every night.

(audio distorts, echoing) And when we're settled in our new apartment... (dialogue fading) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ And when we're settled in our new apartment, shall we invite your family to come visit?

Yes-- yes.

Of course.

(laughs) My love.

There's something I haven't mentioned.

A telegram from my father.

Is he well?

Beside himself.

(whimpers) That I told him my plans in a letter, when I should have done it face to face.

What was I thinking?

I believe I must return.

Cut short our honeymoon?

And my audition, should, should I rearrange?

By all means.

But you must see, I owe my father an explanation.

In person.

Of course.

Of course, I do see that.

So, let's return to London and settle things.

Once and for all.

♪ ♪ (woman laughing) She was very kind.

♪ ♪ (knocks) Good afternoon, sir.

How do we know that this fellow isn't some money-grubbing opportunist?

What is Frances thinking?

She will know that when the heart is set on something, the more it's forbidden, the more it's craved.

Surely, you don't imagine June wants this boy just to prove she can have him?

ANN: I once knew a couple of young men who pursued the same girl simply so the other wouldn't get her.

Let me fetch you a drink.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ Something amiss?

What?

No, nothing to concern you.

(scoffs) (music playing in background) No one would believe we used to be best of friends.

It was a long time ago.

Before the old man pitted us against each other.

(laughs) Yes, "Shape up!"

"Make sacrifices."

Was it a sacrifice?

For you?

Alexandra?

♪ ♪ No more than it was for you.

I do sometimes wonder where she disappeared to.

As do I. Still, it all turned out for the best.

Emily and you.

Edith and I. Yes.

Splendid women.

Saved us from ourselves.

♪ ♪ (people laughing and talking in background) I almost feel sorry for him.

FRANCES: Don't.

(softly): Did you see his hat?

He left it on a chair and Emily mistook it for a cat.

(sighs) Uncle James, you look as if you'd like to commission a new house, and here's Phil, just brimming with clever ideas.

Oh, I, I suspect your uncle is perfectly content with his own house.

But should the opportunity ever arise, I'm sure you could come to my office and view my portfolio.

JUNE: Mm, there now!

What a kind invitation.

(glass clinking) JO: Well, here we are.

Frances and I ask you to join us in raising a glass to the newly engaged couple.

June and Philip.

ALL: June and Philip!

(applauding) How to thwart a rebel?

Take away their cause.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (speaking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) (knocks) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (voice trembles): Are they... Please tell me they're not.

They're not.

Their fever's past-- they're sleeping.

(exhales softly) Thank God.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ JUNE: We are not typical Forsytes.

Am I permitted a mind of my own?

EMILY (sighs): Oh, I really hope she won't make life difficult for him.

ISAAC: It's a disaster.

A crisis of our own making.

Oh, how could we have known?

FRANCES: Remove her from our lives.

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