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(Thunder rumbles)
Go!
(Shouts in Hindi)
(Grunting)
Come back! Come back! Come back!
Come on!
Enough! Enough, friend!
You go back in there, I'm not going in after you!
You understand me?
- Do you see? - Who?
Who do you see?
Jaya. Jaya.
What do you know of that woman?
- What's your name? - (Yells)
Agh! Wait!
No, wait!
Wait!
BHUPI: Sahib!
Mm.
I have to go. Big day.
Oh, come on.
They're all big days.
Two minutes.
Do as you're told.
All right.
(Alice clears her throat)
Come.
Alice?
Do you know what happened today?
What happened today?
It was Charlie's last morning at the bank.
They'll be off home before too long.
And this adventure will come crashing to a halt.
I woke up in the night and I got to thinking
of the day I sailed to India.
I stood on the deck, looking back at Tilbury,
my son in my arms, a few pounds in my pocket.
Bitterly cold.
I was so happy.
I'd done something, you see.
I'd decided what I wanted to do and I'd bloody well done it.
Alice...
There's a train that leaves for the plains tomorrow morning.
I'm taking Percy with me.
You... You can't just leave.
Why not?
- You need to have a plan. - No.
No, all you need is the will to do it.
- Where will you even go? - We'll get as far as Bombay.
Then we'll get on a boat or... we'll plough on.
No, he'll find you again, come after you. You can't just go.
Why not? I did it before.
Come with me, if you like.
We can leave the past behind.
You too.
Aafrin?
I mean, you don't...
have to.
I have my family to think of.
Hm.
RALPH: Aafrin?
There's never any time, is there?
Go on. Run along.
We should get up to the Club.
- Sir? - We'll talk when we're up.
MADELEINE: Did you hear the latest?
No, I don't think so.
This morning, Cynthia woke to the most frightful shock.
Some local hero has hoisted the Indian flag
in the middle of Cynthia's lawn.
Aren't you going to take it down?
No, I want them to see it, to know what we're up against.
That's very noble, Cynthia,
but I think everyone's unsettled enough.
You know, I almost prefer it to our own.
Don't you?
No?
Get it down, Kaiser.
It's all right, it's coming down.
- It's coming down. - (Cheering and applause)
It'll be all right, dear.
I can't imagine what my husband would have said.
He was always the beating heart of this place.
STELLA: Of course he was. He always had such fun here.
- Yes, but... - What is it, dear?
Well, how did he actually die?
Nobody seems to be able to explain it.
It was an accident.
Yes, it was a... It was a tragic accident.
He died saving a boy's life.
Chota Matthew. Named after you.
And now cheerfully alive and working in the plains.
DAPHNE: Because of your daddy.
But it was a bomb.
Well...
An explosion, if you like.
Then why does everyone keep calling it an accident?
- That's enough of that. - Someone must have made it.
Someone must have meant for it to go off.
Just like they put up that flag.
There are...
There are some things in this world, young fellow,
that are better left unsaid.
Nobody knows why that thing went off, or who put it there.
But whoever it was, we will find them.
And when we do...
we'll show them we're not afraid.
You know, it still does something to me.
To think of you, all these years, plotting against us...
...me.
What do you say, Aafrin?
Can a man ever change?
I'd like to think it's possible.
I have to know that you are with me.
I want to try.
Why?
Excuse me?
Duty... or self-preservation?
What about friendship?
Friendship?
Well, I can hardly argue with that, can I?
Tie on or tie off?
Mrs Sushilkumar, tie on or tie off?
I know, I know. It has a life of its own, I'm afraid.
It has a life of its own.
SOONI: Mr Ian?
Oh, my God!
She's here! She's here! She's here.
Welcome.
My dear Miss Sooni.
Mr Ian.
- I hope you're hungry. - (Chuckles)
Thank you.
I like to do things for you.
- (Tea pouring) - Do you mind?
Not at all.
So...
...have you had a chance to consider my proposal?
Mr Ian...
You are my friend, Mr Ian...
...my very, very fine friend.
And it is the duty of friends to...
...raise each other up, no?
But...
it is also my duty... to be honest.
Oh?
And I have to be honest and say... thank you...
...but... - No.
I am so sorry.
Truly I am.
It's all right.
You cannae wish it into life if it's no there.
Will you excuse me?
(Sobs)
(Sniffles)
Come on, everyone, we're going to raise the flag!
Come and stand with us. So happy you're back.
- Me too. - Very proud of you, my boy.
- Very proud. - Thank you, baapi.
CYNTHIA: Kaiser! - Huh?
♪ And did those feet
♪ In ancient times
♪ Walk upon England's mountains green?
♪ And was the Holy Lamb of God
♪ On England's pleasant pastures seen?
(Singing fades out)
So?
When should we leave?
(Insects chirping, buzz of chatter)
ALICE: What about Canada?
I'm afraid Indians are not warmly welcomed in Canada.
(Sighs)
- Australia? - Really?
I could apply for a travel permit.
We could get the boat from Bombay.
Imagine.
What will we do for money?
Because I can't leave my father high and dry.
I have to leave them something to live on. You understand?
It's all right.
Look.
- Where did you get all this? - It doesn't matter. Don't ask.
But it should be enough for our passage.
All right.
I still can't believe we're finally going to do this.
Muddle? Coo-ee!
Somebody overdo it on Cynthia's punch last night?
Yes, somebody did.
Raar!
The beast fights back.
- Where are you off to? - The bazaar.
Ah, the bazaar, she says.
I've seen a little wooden trike for Percy's birthday.
And who er... Who's paying for the wooden trike?
Sorry, Muddle, didn't quite hear you.
Shall we start again?
- Bit bloody late for that. - What?
Please may I buy our son a present?
Hmm...
No.
No, I don't think so.
- I'll buy the bloody trike. - Oh...
A word, mein host.
What is it?
(Charlie exhales heavily)
The thing is...
I've been rather protecting you, old boy.
My presence at the bank - a sort of...
guarantee, if you like.
Now that I'm leaving, much as I hate to mention figures...
Wilson-Hutchinson has asked that you settle your account.
(Exhales)
It's well in the region of four lakhs of rupees.
What?
Yes. It's 400,000.
I don't have that kind of money.
(Clock ticking)
What a pickle.
You might want to consider selling the house
before the bank steps in.
They do tend to... (Makes hacking sound)
...slash the price rather to push through the sale.
I'm not selling Chotipool.
Well, I'll see what I can do.
I can't promise anything but er...
...maybe buy you a few more days, eh?
Thank you, Charlie.
(Bustle of voices, chickens clucking)
(Hums softly)
- Namaste. - Namaste, sir.
Mr Khan. You seem bright.
Do I?
I'm generally quite cheerful around lunchtime.
I'm a little busy.
I know, I know.
Aren't you going to ask me how I am?
- How are you, Mr McLeod? - She turned me down.
- Who turned you down? - Who? Sooni!
My Sooni!
My heart's delight.
Don't you despair, Mr lan. You will love again. Wait and see.
Jesus' suffering, man, you're a journalist.
You work with words. Is that the best you can come up with?
- Plenty more fish in the sea. - Oh, just... don't speak.
You know what you need? Some fresh air.
Blow away the cobwebs. A good stiff walk. Come.
SOONI: Is Mr Khan in his... Oh, no need. I will just go in.
Am I late?
Sooni?
Mr Ian?
What are you...
Oh.
No, no... please, God.
With him?
- I'm so sorry. - We are very sorry.
You hurt me.
And you... You!
Right from under my nose,
you sneaky, ink-stained Lothario!
Oh, no!
It was quite an accidental thing.
Although, in my case, I have loved her all along.
That is really not helping!
Well...
...my congratulations to you both.
Sincerely.
I'm sorry to have caused you any embarrassment.
There was something you wanted to tell me?
(Birdsong)
Do you know, according to my spies in the travel bureau,
an application was made, not one hour ago,
for a pair of tickets from Bombay
to Sydney, Australia?
I was going to tell you.
No. No need to explain.
Naturally, I explained it was a bungle
and had them cancelled right away.
- You can't do that. - Think!
You do what you have to do.
But you can't buy tickets in your own name.
Not here in Simla, where everybody knows everybody!
Well, everybody knows me and I know everybody.
But we have to go, we've made a decision.
Don't panic.
I know an agent in Bombay
and he will get you your tickets.
Quietly, so it's just between ourselves.
Do you understand?
Thank you.
You do know... that if you go through with this,
there's no coming back?
Yes, I understand.
Your poor brother.
When do we leave?
Tomorrow night.
See? The Princes have condemned the India Bill.
They'll play no part in any federation.
No, no. This is wrong.
Come on, dear chap, it's hardly a surprise.
Everybody said the Bill was doomed to fail from the off.
The Princes are simply the final nail in the coffin.
What about Amritpur? He swore to me he would support it.
Your pet maharajah? He wasn't even there.
Last heard of taking the waters in Baden-Baden.
It's all right for some.
- Madeleine. - What?
Sleazy, conniving bastard!
I warn you, baking is not my strong suit, Mr Khan.
Naseem.
Naseem?
If you made it, I assure you I'll want to eat it.
But have you ever tried Parsi food?
Do you have a sweet tooth? Because...
(Speaks with mouth full) No.
I like it.
- Really? - Mm.
It's very light and... moist.
What's wrong?
Just a dull pain in my tooth.
I expect it was there before.
Yes, that must be it.
What is that?
A small stone.
Peppercorn?
- Well, I didn't put it there. - No?
(Chuckles)
Go on.
Right.
- Better? - Mm.
- Yes. - Hm?
Hm?
- The answer is yes, monkey. - Yes, what?
Yes, I will marry you.
(Chuckles) I'm the happiest man alive!
(Traditional music playing)
I'll have a drink, if I may, fine lady?
(Music intensifies, speeds up it tempo)
Everybody empty your pockets.
What on earth is going on in here?
You remember my necklace?
- What necklace? - The one I got from that man.
The one I showed you. Remember, Alice?
- Yes, of course. - I looked just now. It's gone.
- Are you sure? - Absolutely.
I remember it was on my dressing table when I went to bed.
Bhupi?
I don't know where it is, sahib.
Find out.
- Is this necessary? - It's absolutely necessary.
Caster oil, one spoon each.
We keep it up until we have our culprit. Off we go.
Very good, sahib.
(Speaks Hindi)
- Stop it, this is medieval. - Hypocrite.
You used to love all this when we were small.
Madeleine.
We heard from the Princes' Chamber.
And?
No luck, I'm afraid.
What?
They've washed their hands of our India Bill.
But... what about our Prince?
He was here in this house.
We had a deal. We made an agreement!
- Yes. - Jesus Christ!
For what it's worth, he fought every inch of the way.
- You liar. - I swear to God.
- He hated us. He hated you. - That's not true.
He was laughing at us, screwing with you for kicks!
Maybe if you'd put your back into it, tried a bit harder...
What about the job?
The new Viceroy - is that it, is it over?
Not at all.
The job still very much hangs in the balance.
- I don't believe a word... - Christ's sake, Mads.
I love you.
Thank you.
Thank you for saying that.
Do you know what? I...
I think I left my necklace back at the club.
What? Are you sure?
I just said so, didn't I?
Chocolate icing, the shape of a train.
Choo-choo! Do you understand?
Yes, anything possible, mem.
All right, thank you very much.
What are you planning?
A cake for Percy.
Look, I saw your purse was stuffed with cash.
And I know Charlie doesn't give you a dime,
so I think we both know you stole my necklace.
Which, by the way, I don't give a damn about...
All right.
I'm... I'm right here.
Talk to me.
I need the money.
For what?
Can you keep a secret?
Australia.
Australia?
Christ. Ralph will be devastated.
You mustn't tell him.
Not yet.
But I have to leave Charlie.
You must see that, don't you?
Come here.
One more, sahib?
You?
(Women scream)
Who are you?
Somebody'll tell me. Who is this man?
- Who is this man? - My name is Bhupinder, sahib.
For who do you work, Bhupinder?
Who?
Ralph Whelan.
Of course you do.
Darling?
Matthew?
Matthew, are you there?
Matthew?
(Sighs) Matthew?
If you want to talk...
I need to know the truth, Mother.
The truth.
Did you even love each other?
Yes!
Yes.
Well, I loved him. And he loved me too, yes, he did, but...
but being here in India...
...I wasn't happy.
He wanted to be a good husband but he wasn't perfect,
and, my God, nor was I.
We tried as hard as we could but we made mistakes.
Your father was a good man, Matthew.
But he stopped loving me.
He fell in love with Leena.
But I'll make it right, Matthew, just as soon as I can.
I'll get you home, back to school.
I'm not going back. I hate it there.
But your letters...
How could I have told you what it was really like?
Hateful long terms, constantly ragged trying to fit in.
Rayworth - the pauper from India, the bursary boy.
Matthew...
Matthew, come here.
Oh, I'm so sorry, my darling.
All I wanted was to be in a happy family.
So did I.
ALICE: "My darling.
Cynthia knows but there's no need to be afraid.
She's arranged a vehicle to take us tomorrow night. Be ready. "
Tomorrow night?
How many times shall I say it?
As many times as you want.
- Because it changes nothing! - So you're going to force me?
What's happening here?
I've fallen in love.
Sooni, please, not now.
I'm sorry, is it somehow inconvenient for you?
It's a small matter, I expect, Aafrin.
We will visit him, sort it all out.
- Who is he? - What does it matter?
Sooni, who is he?
- Who is he? - Mr Khan.
From the Simla Times?
- But he's a Muslim. - Yes, well done.
Get out.
Get out of my house now.
- Calm down, Ma. - Calm down?
Oh, my good God!
This stupid, stupid little girl!
Because he's a Muslim?
Don't you know how they treat their women?
Keeping them in purdah, hidden away.
Eating their stupid food...
...and then starving for a whole month.
Jaanu, control yourself.
Do you wish to dig your mother's grave?
- No, baapi. - Then forget this foolishness.
- You will marry a Parsi or... - Or what?
Or... you will break all our hearts.
I said I'd never seen anything like that in my life, honestly.
Oh, here they are.
I was just about to send Kaiser out with a search party.
(Chuckles)
Sorry.
No need to make a lot of fuss.
How's Ernest?
Tot of brandy, good as gold.
So, er...
Is everything all better now?
- Yes. - Good.
So when are you leaving?
Oh, change of plan. We're all so comfortable at the club.
I wonder if we might stay on for a few days?
(Ernest cries)
He's lovely, darling, isn't he?
Go on.
Go on, he loves this.
(Laughs) Don't you, darling?
- He loves it. Oh, dear. - (Ernest cries)
(Birdsong)
How is she?
(Sighs)
I feel so very selfish.
"No, Sooni, you're not being selfish."
If you truly love Mr Khan...
...then you must follow your heart.
Even if it breaks theirs?
Aafrin?
Yes... even so.
(Romantic dance hall tune plays)
Shake a leg?
Four years ago, you shouted down the stairs,
"Darling, it's time! Call the doctor!"
- Do you remember? - Of course.
- You were so excited. - Hm.
Oh, hello.
For you, Miss Alice.
Thank you.
CYNTHIA: "Rickshaw booked. The Room. 8pm. "
What is it?
Erm... from er... Cynthia.
- Ah. - For Percy.
Oh. How jolly.
Look, Percy. Ohh!
(Sing-song voice) What is in here?
Ohh!
- (Chuckles) Like that? - Bhupi?
(Imitates fanfare)
Go on, old crumb. Try it out.
(Chuckles)
What are fathers for, if not to spoil their little darlings?
Madeleine, I need to talk to you now.
Miss Alice, is something wrong?
Sumitra, I need your help.
I'm leaving Charlie.
I'm leaving here this evening.
I need to pack a bag.
I have been praying for you.
I'm so happy.
I wish I could take you with me.
No.
We will always be together...
in our minds.
Time. It's all we need.
What, to change your sister's mind?
(Scoffs)
For you and Ma to accept all this.
And you will.
(Darius exhales)
Baapi, you want your children to be happy, don't you?
Of course, yes!
But how can anyone be happy if we are all to be broken up?
First you and that...
that Englishwoman.
Now your sister has taken your lead.
- I'm still here, baapi. - Well, good.
Hm. Good.
Because you would kill your poor mother for sure.
- (Knock at door) - Yes?
Bhupi, what's the matter?
Ralphie-bhai.
Shut the door.
Sit down.
I...
...have done something very bad.
(Banjolele playing)
- Gimlet, anyone? - Yes, please.
Actually, I'm not sure you should. You're terribly pink.
And you've been acting up all day.
- I'm hot, that's all. - I'll get them.
Gosh, look at that. It's almost seven o'clock.
(Charlie resumes playing banjolele)
Percy?
Bedtime.
Spoilsport.
All right, five more minutes.
(Banjolele playing)
I'm going away with Alice Haverstock.
Alice Haverstock?
We are going overseas tonight.
Where?
Australia.
Australia?
And... when are you coming back?
I don't know.
I don't know if I ever will.
What?
That doesn't make any sense.
- Does Daddy know? - No.
There's no time.
What will we do?
I don't know.
- You can't just leave. - I have to.
And I think you know why.
You would do the same yourself.
No.
I don't have your courage.
You think we are so different, you and I?
But we are the same, Sooni.
Peas in a pod.
I have to follow my heart.
I hate you so much.
I hate you too.
All right, Percy. Time's up.
Well, I'll come up after his bath and kiss him good night.
What? You don't have to do that.
Of course I will.
Birthday treat.
Right. I'll call you when he's in bed.
- Brother. - Yes?
- Thank you. - Oh? What have I done now?
That suit looks nice on you.
It's as old as the hills. You need to get your eyes examined.
Yes, I expect I do.
Will you be all right when I'm gone?
Let's not think about all that now.
You and Charlie won't be off for a few weeks yet.
Sorry, I've got to run. Will I see you up at the Club later?
I don't think so.
ALICE: It's a secret adventure.
But Daddy will be coming soon so we have to be quiet.
Go down the back stairs.
Sumitra will look after your trike until we're back.
It's all right.
Mem sahib? You need to go.
Are you ready?
Please do take care.
Thank you.
(Insects chirping)
CHARLIE: (Angrily) Alice!
- Alice? - (Water splashing)
Where is my wife?
Where is she?
Where's my son?
I don't know, sahib.
Now, that's not true, is it?
- Yes, sahib. - Where is she?
Tell me where she is.
Has she taken Percy somewhere?
I don't know, sahib.
Now, I paid you to watch her.
And you will tell me where she is. Hand.
Hand!
(Gasps)
Where are they? Where are they?
Where is she? Where's my son? Where's my son?
(Sumitra cries out in pain)
- This is your fault. - (Gasps)
You're doing it to yourself.
- (Bone snaps) - Aargh!
(Continues screaming)
Nearly there.
(Clock chimes)
(Ticking)
(Door opens)
Here we are.
We have to go.
- The rickshaw hasn't arrived. - Pick one up on the street.
Cynthia's already paid for it.
- I am not that poor. - It'll only be five minutes.
Let our first row not be about rickshaws.
Hm?
We're going to go on a big adventure.
(Speaks Hindi)
(Sumitra sobs)
(Giggles) Daddy, you found us.
Here we all are.
Not late, am I?
- Charlie. - Get out of our way.
It's not quite as simple as that.
Would you mind sitting tight, while my wife and... Come along.
Come on, Percy.
Off we go. Come on.
PERCY: Are we going home? - Come on. Come along.
- Alice? Alice? - There we go.
- What are you doing? - Alice!
- Off you run! AAFRIN: Alice!
- There we go, there we go. - Alice!
- Aafrin! - There we are.
Get your hands off me! Get off me! (Grunts)
Alice!
Get off! Aafrin!
Alice!
Get off! No!
Aafrin! (Yells)
Did you lock the rear exit?
Attaboy. Attaboy.
Off we trot. Off we trot.
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