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(Men shouting)
(Crowd chants)
This is your last warning!
Put down your weapons and go home peacefully,
or we will have no choice but to open fire!
(Angry shouts)
I, the coroner, do certify
that death occurred on April 24th, 1935.
(Shouting and chanting)
With a single round, aim above the crowd.
Prepare to fire.
Fire!
(Furious shouting)
Name of the deceased, Naresh Banerjee.
(Shouting and chanting continues)
Cause of death...
Fire!
(Gunshots echo)
(Mournful singing)
(Low conversation)
(Mournful singing continues)
You!
Damn bloody animals. Get away from here!
(Ringing tone)
- Who are you trying to reach? - Raworth.
I'm so sorry. Could you please repeat that?
- Raworth. - Thank you. Please wait.
(Line crackles)
- Can you hear me? SARAH: Douglas? I can't...
Douglas?
- Sarah, love? - Oh, it's really you!
Are you both well?
- Yes. Not too bad. - (Baby cries)
Can you hear him? That's your daddy.
- A boy? - Yes, he's a boy all right.
- And that's him, eh? - Yes.
- Say hello to your daddy. - I'm proud of you, you know.
- Yeah, you'll be outnumbered. - Can't have that!
I can't wait to be with you in Delhi.
- Yes, then home to England. - We'll be a proper family.
I know what you're thinking.
Just because the baby's come along,
doesn't mean anyone's gonna forget you.
I promised to find you a new home, and that's what I'll do.
Look at me.
- That's better. - Yes, Uncle.
You'll be all right here on your own?
Yes, Uncle.
I'll only be a few hours at the picnic. Wish me luck.
(Big band dance music)
(Chatter)
(Laughter and chatter)
- Ah. - Good grief.
Another damned party.
It's the King's silver jubilee, sir.
I think we're honour-bound to make a bit of a fuss.
I'm well aware of that, Whelan,
but one does feel rather invaded.
(Microphone whines)
- Speech all written? - Almost.
- You just speak into it as... - Yes! Yes, yes. Thank you.
I've had my fill of advice from Her Excellency.
(Voices and crackling from wireless)
Here we are.
- Gentlemen. RONNIE: Ah, here he is.
- So, we all have copies? - Mm-hm.
Gates open at 1300 hours, simkin and canapes under the boughs.
Now, I've no wish to sound the alarm,
but if you turn to your second sheet...
the Congress nationalists are declining to honour the King,
and the Muslim League have also decided to boycott.
- Your precious Maharajah? - Will be attending.
- Here within the hour. - He'd damn well better.
- Thank you, Ronnie. - Here we all are:
High water mark in the reign of His Majesty the King,
and not one Indian nationalist of note
willing to turn out and raise a glass in his hand.
Can't you round up the usual crowd of loyalists
- from the Legislative Assembly? - As you like!
One hoped this bill of yours would to bind us all together,
not drive us further apart.
- It's not "my" bill. - Naturally.
It never is, is it, old love,
when things don't quite go according to plan?
- Uh... - Whoopsie!
Chuprassey? The wind caught that chap's hat.
We go on, even if it kills us.
- Thank you. - Most welcome, sahib.
You know, they're all saying it. Old Whelan's losing his touch.
I expect you've heard the same.
Mr Keane,
there are one or two names of my own I would like to add.
You'll need to clear all that with Fitzpatrick in Military.
Please have your invitations at hand at the gate. Thank you.
Mr Saheb to collect in person?
No. I will give it to him myself.
- This way, please... - Thank you, Captain.
Keep moving, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.
- (Chatter) - Flag for you, my dear?
English King Georgie? That's it.
Look at them. Make me sick to my craw.
Will you be joining us today for our own... wee celebration?
Three o'clock. I'll be there.
You don't mind joining our little protest?
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
(Clears throat)
(Groans) Oh.
- (Moans) - Your invitation.
They will ask you for identification at the gate.
These are your papers. Your name is Rao Saheb.
You're a clerk with the Provincial Service.
- What have we here? - An old suit of mine.
- Hah! - You have to look the part.
A British suit?
Now, tell me again.
You and I will meet at two o'clock, here in the bazaar.
We will go to Viceregal Lodge and present the invitation.
- The guard on duty knows me. - Good.
And the bomb?
Oh, I will bring that myself.
And when they all rise for the toast,
I will light that fuse. (Breathes heavily)
And then your work is done, Aafrin-bhai.
You and your family will be quite safe from harm.
- Medicine? - Ah. Yes.
Here. Sulphas.
From the Vicereine's own medical supply.
Oh, ho! I'm honoured.
(Spits) You first.
See? All is well.
- (Groans) - Here. Let me look.
Kaira's Revenge, I call it.
- Yes... - (Winces and groans)
Ah... ah...
Such a long way from my father's grave
to the Viceroy's gardens.
And their blood will run red and blue.
And we... will live to be free.
Brother, I still have one doubt.
Go on.
Is it not safer to hide the bomb inside the garden now?
This morning, before the guests arrive?
That way, it seems to me, there is no risk of detection.
- No! - Naresh-da,
we have come so far together, you and I.
Are we brothers or not?
We cannot go forward now without trust. Hm?
You have to tell me, for God's sake, where is it?
Where is the bomb?
(Lively chatter, birds chirruping)
Sooni. It's done.
He told me where the bomb is hidden.
But what if he names you as his conspirator?
Then I'm bound to hang.
Look on the bright side, hm?
At least you won't have to marry that boy with the eyebrow.
Oh! And Daddy? What did you say to him?
I said there was no room for families at the picnic.
- What about the other guests? - I'm doing all I can.
I know.
Tomorrow we will start again.
- You too will stay at home. - Where else would I be?
- Sooni, promise me. - Of course.
(Wheels squeak)
I'm afraid we're not much of a welcoming party.
You and I are more than a match for any prince, don't you think?
Er... what happened to our prince?
(Speaks Hindi)
His Highness the Maharajah sends his regrets, memsahib.
He's unfit to travel.
Oh. My husband will be sorry to hear that.
- So why send a car? - (Speaks Hindi)
It is present from Maharajah.
It is a gift, for His Majesty King George.
Well, one can only do one's best.
- Sir. - Ah. Whelan. Here it is.
My tribute to the King, on the blasted thingummy.
- Wireless. - The broadcast, yes.
I am familiar with the terms.
- Well? - Sir, you... speak for us all.
Yes, yes, yes. I know you better than that.
Well... remember, that Britain is not your only audience today.
All of India will be listening.
And?
Better we tackle the nationalist threat head-on.
There will be pressure for political advances.
We don't hide from that.
But the King... the King stands apart.
Yes. Above.
That's the message. The King is this constant music.
- The King... - Makes subjects of us all.
And how poor and comfortless we would feel without him.
Good! Ah, Munshi.
Your Excellency. May I have a word?
Can you believe our precious Maharajah
has decided to bugger us about again?
Are you surprised? He's hardly the type of man to be relied on.
Well, I have the uphill task of trying to be his friend.
Never mind all that, sir.
What's this?
I received this from an acquaintance.
Does he have a name, this acquaintance?
Not if he can help it.
All right. What's his story?
He claims there is a device, in Simla...
...buried here.
12lbs of high explosives.
(Whistle)
(Shouting, orders given)
(Screaming)
(Whistle)
(Urgent shouting)
ROWNTREE: Everybody in the yard!
Now! That means all of them.
What crime against His Royal Majesty
have we committed this time, Superintendent?
Ah. McLeod. We've got information
you've got explosives buried here, on your estate.
Oh, no!
Parsi!
Now, if I may kindly ask,
what is the source of this so-called information?
Sir! Sir!
What is this? What does it mean?
Can a man not celebrate 25 years of the King?
A royal milestone indeed!
Long live King George!
Come on! Like we practised!
Long live King George!
ALL: Long live King George!
Long live King George!
(Breathing hard)
(Sobs)
(Trolley wheels squeak)
- (Speaks Hindi) - English!
Only English now for subjects of the Empire!
I'll tell you what's wrong, child.
Your friend is your enemy.
And there is no one - no one! -
in this world that you can trust!
(Sobs)
Come here.
Come, come here.
- Where is Mr Raworth? - He has gone away.
And the baby? Has it come?
Yes.
Yes, it is inevitable.
Do you know what that means? "Inevitable"?
It means there is no escape.
Now the baby has come,
and he will be on his way, and...
what will become of you?
They will find me a home.
Hah! No.
I'm sorry to tell you, my friend, but that man is lying.
There is no home.
And do you know what happens to boys that have no home?
Ravana. He will come and he will eat you alive.
Do you know who Ravana is?
Let me tell you.
He has ten heads and ten tongues of fire,
and a bleeding sword.
And he will swallow you whole, without pausing for breath.
- What is your name? - Chota Matthew.
- No! Your real name. - Akshay.
Is that what you want, Akshay?
For Ravana to come and stick you with a sword?
No! Of course not! You want to find a home, yes?
Are you a good boy?
Run on the spot and show me.
Keep going.
Now listen.
If you do exactly as I tell you, then I promise...
I will give you a home.
Sahib? Mr Dalal.
It's all right. Send him up.
Still dressing, I'm afraid. Hope you don't mind.
You wait till four o'clock.
BOTH: One, two, three, four.
I don't know where you got hold of that map,
but you can tell your mystery acquaintance
the police searched Mr McLeod's premises.
Found no explosives, no firearms,
not so much as a trace of cordite.
But that's not possible. Tell them to check again.
- Am I interrupting? - Not at all.
- Hello, Aafrin. - Mrs Whelan.
Do you have any idea how many
threats and false alarms cross my desk every week?
The District Superintendent has enough on...
No!
I'll go look in on Vivian.
Would you care to tell me what this is about?
- Naresh Banerjee. - Yes? Shot dead in Karachi.
He was the one and only Hindu shot dead, among 47 Muslims.
You don't find that at all suspicious?
No. I assume he was there to foment violence,
and got caught up in the shooting.
I asked them to send his death certificate from Sind. Here.
Yes. His own identity papers.
I can only assume he must have planted them on some corpse.
- This is madness. - Look at the photograph!
This is not Banerjee.
- So what happened to hm? - Banerjee is here in Simla.
And I'm quite certain he means to strike
at the heart of this jubilee picnic.
He's been planning this for months.
And if the bomb's not here, on this map,
it is somewhere, it is somewhere close by.
Who told you?
As I said, an acquaintance.
No! No, you'll have to do better than that.
If I'm going to raise the alarm, I need a name.
Who told you? Who told you there was a bomb?
For God's sake, Aafrin! You can trust me.
Who told you?
Kaira. Kaira Das.
You tell them it is a gift for the King.
- Say it. - It is a gift for the King.
- I met her in Bengal. - Met her?
We were lovers. She said, for some time
that Banerjee had been bragging of his great plan.
I thought nothing of it at first, but...
...when she died, shot, as you know, by his hand,
I realised we cannot let this pass.
We must be sure this man is put out of action.
- How do you know he's here? - I found him.
- What? - I met him.
And I'm due to meet him again in one hour in the lower bazaar.
You remember everything?
One hour? One hour?
Aafrin! Aafrin!
This picnic today... I want you to stay home.
What's going on?
This time tomorrow, if something happens to me...
- You're in trouble, aren't you? - Just promise.
Promise you won't think any less of me.
You will never say, "That man was a liar."
- Aafrin! - Because I never lied.
- Not to you. Not one word. - You can trust me.
Club Secretary seeks permission to enter.
- Password? - Hm. I don't know. Kitchener?
Coffin? Reggie? Gurkha?
(Exhales) Kipling?
Eccles. Chorley. Chelsea.
- Greedy pig. It's Phyllis. - Phyllis!
Phyllis. Damn.
- You look jolly nice. - Thank you.
So you've changed your mind?
I knew you would, by coming to the picnic.
No.
Oh.
May one inquire as to the why?
Well, I sometimes think it's better
to celebrate these things on your own, that's all.
Understood.
Well, go on. Skedaddle. Otherwise you'll miss it.
RALPH: From His Highness the Maharajah of Amritpur...
(Gasps and applause)
- What on earth? - Something for the bathroom.
Ha, ha!
- A gift for the King. - Really?
He sends his regrets.
He's not avoiding us, do you suppose?
Oh, no. We have His Highness's full support.
Hm. Right.
On behalf of the princes and people of India...
...I beg to send to His Majesty the King Emperor
our respectful and joyful greetings
on this auspicious day.
And to express the profound hope
that he may be spared many years
to continue to rule over this great country.
Loyalty to the King Emperor is, and always has been,
the abiding faith of the Indian people...
And while it is impossible
in these days of change and development
to expect the many millions of India
to be free from all the stress and strain
which comes with the desire for political advance...
His Majesty the King Emperor can rest assured
that he is held to be above and apart from such movements
and that we are all devotedly loyal
to the King Emperor's throne and person.
We gratefully thank him for the constant and abiding interest
he has always taken in the welfare,
prosperity and progress of all his subjects in India.
(Low conversation)
(Indistinct conversation)
You'll let me know how things go with Miss Prasad's trial.
I'll do what I can.
And, thank you, for the telephone call.
No, no, I was glad to.
There's no doubt in my mind
you'll be a good father to that child.
You always hope so!
No, you have what it takes.
Why do you say that?
Well... the truth is...
...if you want the absolute truth,
I er... I discovered something quite recently.
Turns out my father wasn't my mother's husband.
Turns out it was another man altogether.
It's a quite ordinary tale.
It doesn't make it any less shocking.
No, I honestly don't know why I'm bothering you with all this.
Do you want my advice?
Ask yourself, does it matter?
Professionally, it does, rather.
And everything else?
Well, it shouldn't, should it? I mean, it's an abstraction.
But when one has the...
I suppose you could call it bad luck
to lose both one's parents at an early age...
And there are times, dark times
when you... when you honestly think they're all you've got...
and then... when it turns out...
...it's, it's all...
...a lie...
What am I to do?
Well, you could do what I do.
Keep going.
You've your wife, your family,
your friends - your real friends.
You're not alone.
Sometimes I find myself wondering,
what was he like, my old man?
Perhaps he was a bit like you.
Well?
- Did Banerjee appear? - No.
We waited, but there was no sign of him.
And the, um... the device?
The army is still searching.
- For God's sake! - Whelan! We'll find him.
- Ah. - Ah. Now, Roopah,
I know you're still getting used to our ways, but it's like this.
- So. So. So. - Very good, ma'am.
- Daddy, give me that cup. - No!
What can I do? Every cup tastes sweeter.
I don't know why we're all making such a fuss
when we're not even going anywhere.
We can celebrate just as well here, at home.
Mm. Quite smart.
Sooni, what time is it?
Sooni?
Almost three.
- What are you doing, sweetie? - Nothing!
(Distant singing)
♪ Vande Mataram
Yes?
You must be one of the sisters.
Shamshad or Sooni?
Naresh Banerjee!
- May I come in? - No. No, you may not.
(Singing continues)
- You think you are some hero? - Your brother betrayed me.
- I warned him what I would do. - Get off!
- (Grunts)
- (Strains) - Help! Help!
(Sooni cries out)
- Aaargh! - Sooni!
Sooni!
- It's all right! - Oh, my girl, my darling girl.
Help! We need help here! We need some help here!
- Help! - Janu?
(Speaks Gujarati) Oh, my beloved child!
Help!
Banerjee!
(Naresh cries out)
(Roars)
For food, in a world where many walk in hunger.
- For faith, in a world... - News.
...where many walk in fear.
For friends, in a world where many walk alone.
- We give you thanks, O Lord. ALL: Amen.
Here I am, at your mercy.
(Speaks Hindi)
And what a story I have to tell.
- (Door clangs) - Mr Banerjee?
♪ The grand old Duke of York
♪ He had ten thousand men
- Get him up. - Sergeant?
On your feet, Banerjee. Come on.
♪ He marched them up to the top of the hill
♪ And he marched them...
Where is it?
Where's the bomb?
Tell me... and I give you my word I will save your life.
Spit it out!
Aafrin... Dalal.
(Gasps and chokes)
Stop him. Stop, stop.
- Sergeant! - Stop it!
- Stop him! - Stop him!
(Trolley wheels squeaking)
(Yells)
I don't know why you're all making such a fuss.
It was just a graze.
A graze, she says. A graze that almost killed you.
Ma, give him the cup.
- Here you are, Mr McLeod. - Very kind, Mrs Dalal.
You know, I never thought I would say this but...
thank God for the Scottish men!
(Chuckles)
(Speaks Gujarati) He saved my girl.
Oh, she saved herself.
- She fought like a tiger. - Now, that I can believe.
No, it was all thanks to Mr Ian in the end.
Who was the fellow?
- Oh, I... hardly saw him. AAFRIN: A maniac.
- He's been detained. SOONI: Really?
Has he spoken to the authorities?
I swear, from this day forward we're going to live very simply.
If we can.
(Bell rings)
IAN: Mrs Havistock. - I'm so sorry.
I heard the most terrible rumour.
I just wanted to know you're all right.
Yes, she is.
From my brother.
I have to go.
- Are you sleepy? - A bit.
All right. Let her rest. Come, I'll walk you out.
- Goodbye. - Bye.
- Now get some rest. - Oh, Ma!
Get some rest.
- Look! What colour is that? - No husband today?
Um... yes, he'll still be at the picnic.
Hm. You're the independent type.
I have my moments, I suppose.
Well, I'll tell you, my eldest daughter is much the same.
I don't know that her mother or I had much say in it.
She thinks she's stronger than she is, you see.
But... I look at her now...
...I see the cost.
Mr Dalal...
I know you've every right to despise me.
But your son, Aafrin...
Alice, I don't know you.
But I have some experience of my son.
And there is something...
...that is killing him.
Whether this thing, this...
freedom you imagine you find in each other,
or... who knows what?
I beg you, please...
just leave us be.
Come on, darling.
(Sighs)
Er... Miss Dalal, is she well? Is she all right, I mean?
Yes, she's fine.
Come on, darling, let's get you home.
Mummy, where are we going?
BRASS BAND: ♪ When The Saints Go Marching In
There he is! Munshi, Whelan's been asking for you!
Let's erm... We'll have a toast inside, I think.
Dalal. A word.
The man took cyanide. He died right in front of me.
Did he speak?
- Ralph? - He said nothing.
Then we have to keep looking.
Tell me.
Tell me you were coerced.
I mean, we've all been there.
Those first years of service,
stuck out God knows where, working all hours,
letters home, learning as you go.
And then in walks Miss Das, a fine, intelligent woman...
Before you know it, you're caught up in something,
you're trapped, threatened into helping these people.
No. I was not coerced.
Was I ever hard on you? Did I ever let you down?
A few acts of personal kindness.
Do you think for one minute that was the point?
What was the point?
I hardly know when the lies began.
It started with a document, a forged document,
- a Congress certificate. - What?
I should have stopped there.
But then there was the man you hanged.
The man we both knew to be innocent,
- but you let him die anyway. - Ramu Sood?
But why turn to people like Banerjee?
I did not turn to him! That man came much later.
He bound himself to us.
Kaira knew. She saw what he was capable of.
She said I always saw too much good in people.
- You include me in that list? - Yes.
How very disappointing.
Oh. Oops-a-daisy... Four o'clock.
Well, almost. Time for the toast.
One moment, Mr Keane.
Ralph?
Pull yourself together. Come on, sir.
Do you know how often, when times were tough,
I would say to myself, "What would Ralph Whelan do?"
Because whether we like it or not...
you are my friend.
My good friend.
- Am I? - Yes.
You and all your family.
And I ask you, please...
save me, as I once saved you.
You wait till four o'clock.
BOTH: One, two, three, four.
(String quartet plays)
Ah! Thank you.
(Low chatter)
Ladies and gentlemen, pray charge your glasses
for the loyal toast.
Tell them it is a gift for the King.
Say it.
It is a gift for the King.
Ladies and gentlemen, honoured guests,
on this most auspicious day, I give you...
...the King Emperor. - The King Emperor.
ALL: The King Emperor.
BOTH: One, two, three, four.
(Bell chimes)
♪ God save our...
GUARD: Boy. Wait there. Hey, you! Boy!
- Come away from there. ♪ Long live our noble King
♪ God save the King
- (Trolley wheels squeak) - (Bell chimes)
Hello, little man. What have you got there?
It is a gift for the King.
Ssh! Our secret.
Nobody must see.
NARESH: Nobody. You understand?
GUARD: Show me what it is. - Chota Matthew!
♪ Send him victorious
Chota Matthew!
Will you answer when I call you, please?
♪ Happy and glorious
- What's in the box? - It is a gift for the King.
♪ ... to reign over us
♪ God save...
♪ The King
(Bell chimes)
(Guards cry out)
GEORGE V: At the close of this memorable day...
...I must speak to my people everywhere.
Yet how can I express what is in my heart?
As I passed this morning through cheering multitudes
to and from St Paul's Cathedral,
as I thought there of all that these 25 years,
have brought to me and to my country,
and my Empire.
My people and I
have come through great trials and difficulties together.
They are not over.
But I am persuaded
that with God's help,
they may all be overcome...
...if we meet them
with confidence,
courage and unity.
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