[PARADE MUSIC]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
I wasn't expecting that.
Sorry, sir. They must have put me in the wrong compartment.
If you're Colonel Savage, I'm General Ackerby.
When I heard you were going back to England
I arranged your travelling with me.
That's very kind of you, sir.
I, uh, I didn't realize I'd be breaking up a leave-taking.
I'm afraid you're stuck with her.
It isn't too hot in Calcutta.
Won't you…get a cabin to yourself on the ship.
I'd raise a cane if I had known.
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]
We're starting.
I got your address. I'll write. Goodbye, sir.
Think of us sometime. We'll all miss you.
Oh, the heck with it!
Goodbye, Victoria. Everything turned out the way it had to.
- God keep you safe. - And you.
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]
Oh, confound it!
'Sit down. Make yourself comfortable.'
What a very attractive girl.
- English woman? - No, sir. Indian.
With English blood or English with Indian blood.
Half-caste if you like. Chee-chee.
The race that never belonged to either side.
And won't belong anywhere after we've pulled out.
I'm one of the new boys they've sent to speed up the withdrawal.
At the moment, I feel I'll never understand India
but I'm willing to learn.
I gather your particular thorn was…
What's that communist's name who was behind
all the anti-British riots?
The Indian blowing up our troop trains.
Davay.
Your man-hunter, local martyr.
Instead of cutting your throat, they decorate you
with garlands when you pull out. Doesn't make sense.
But Davay was as much their enemy as ours.
I see you're not anti-wog.
I never call the Indians wogs.
I never hate in the plural.
When were you detailed to Bhowani Junction?
Oh, just after the Indian Navy had mutinied…
…Excited the whole country to a fever pitch
of patriotic sympathy.
(COL. SAVAGE) As a result of the Indian Congress party support
of the mutiny, the government had anticipated
nation-wide trouble.
I was detailed to Bhowani Junction with a battalion
of Pathans as emergency reserves for civil authorities.
Things weren't made any easier for us by the Congress party.
They were afraid we might change our minds about leaving.
You remember we hadn't specified any exact date
so they were determined to speed us on our way
by every peaceful means at their disposal.
The day I arrived, a local train had been derailed.
And the Congress party quite naturally
took advantage of this.
Wherever the crowd was thick, you'd always see the party men
in that little white Gandhi hats, telling the people
the best way to create harmless
but well-organized confusion.
The immediate idea, of course, was to bring
the normal operation of Bhowani Junction
as the railway center to a dead halt
by choking it solid with crowds. Big crowds.
Passive resistance means strict observance of law and order.
But in other parts of town, under the guise of genuine
party members, the communist underground were all ready
to turn genuine passive resistance into a bloodbath.
…zindabad!
- Inqalab! - Zindabad!
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
(COL. SAVAGE) What I didn't know until later was that Davay himself
was already in the town, popping up in nine places
at once to add fuel to the flames
but always keeping two jumps ahead of the police.
Didn't help to arrest the party-men.
They loved going to jail.
Helped to choke the jails and courts.
Nor did it help that the Congress party's local leader
was the darndest mixture of a really noble patriot
and Donald Duck, Mr. Surabhai.
He had a genius for doing
all the right things all the wrong way.
Aah, excuse, good sir. I would like to ask you.
When will this inefficient railway performance duties fi…
- Not now, Surabhai, not now! - I'm asking you, sir.
You see this ticket?
(COL. SAVAGE) The poor devil who was getting it in the neck
from all four corners was the local traffic superintendant
Patrick Taylor.
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
He was an Anglo-Indian.
He felt the passive resistance
had been deliberately rigged to persecute the Anglo-Indians.
Now, that may sound childish to you, but their bitter sense
of belonging nowhere makes Anglo-Indians
a touchy high-strung lot.
Doesn't take much to send them flying off the handle.
Superintendent Victoria Jones was arriving back home
after four years on active duty
and in those days, she was no exception to the rule.
She had so many chips on her shoulder
you only had to cough politely to send them all flying.
We're only poor natives, good sir. We are nothing.
Forgive us for it.
I know you Congress fellows.
Derail a train and go on a passive resistance spree.
Oh, no, good sir. Look at this ticket.
We're waiting for the train, that's all.
'I've been watching you for some time now.'
'I know you're their bloody ring leader.'
You get them out of here.
- Get them out of here. - Yes, sir. Now.
- Get them outta here! - Patrick. Patrick!
Vicky, I've been…
Vicky! I've been…
Oh, Ms. Jones.
On behalf of my brothers and myself, accept our greeting.
Oh, thank you. But I didn't expect quite such an ovation.
- Pleasure, pleasure. - Oh, I'm so sorry.
You are sorry? He pushed me, the haughty fellow.
Let's get out of this mess and go somewhere
where we can be alone.
- 'Mr. Taylor, Mr. Taylor! - Not now…
It's urgent. A British officer wants to see you immediately.
I'm not a stooge at the beck and call of every officer.
Perhaps, you ought to.
I'll teach them wasting my time.
You watch me.
Aren't you supposed to be the the traffic warden around here?
I'm district traffic superintendant, yes.
There aren't any particular arrangements, aren't there?
What do you expect, mister? Brass band
and the whole of Bhowani District staff on parade?
I don't want any of that chee-chee backchat from you.
(MALE #1) 'That'll do.'
There don't seem to be any arrangements, sir.
My name's Savage.
I command the first battalion of the 13th Frontier Force Rifles.
Haven't you got a telegram from headquarters in Delhi
warning you that my battalion is on its way?
Telegram? No. I'd know because I'm in charge here.
If you're in charge, this mess is yours.
- I'll take that. - Yes, sir.
"Advanced party of my battalion are packed like sardines
in a train down the line in this heat."
I don't propose they suffer for your mistakes.
If anyone suffers, I'll see that it's you.
- But, sir… - Excuse me, sir.
I worked in transportation director at Delhi.
The man who sends out the telegrams is awfully nice
but sometimes he forgets to send copies to everyone concerned.
We've had that trouble before, Colonel.
Get this off as quick as you can. Let's go to your office.
You better come, too.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
What are you doing?
Careful now, you nearly fell.
- What's your name? - Jones.
You better walk ahead of us, Superintendent Jones.
(COL. SAVAGE) I should have got angry with McDaniel.
Instead, I got angry with her.
[ANGRY SHOUTING]
Kasel, there's a military special on its way here.
- Find where it is. - Yes. I just got it.
- What? Why didn't you tell me? - I was going to…
I am responsible here, you have no business not to tell me.
- At once, you hear? - Finish your squabble later.
I'm expecting the collector in few minutes for briefing.
Now, listen…my battalion is coming here
for internal security duties, particularly railway protection.
I'll need an office.
Uh, Kasel. Can you please take notes?
I want the use of your motor trolleys…
Colonel, there are railway regulations
for use of motor trolleys.
I want a covered wagon for use as a mobile canteen.
(COL. SAVAGE) 'I'm gonna provide platoon guards…'
(PATRICK) 'There will be trouble… '
(COL. SAVAGE) 'I'll put field telephones here.'
'You will have to be in touch with me so that'
'my trolley patrols do not run into unscheduled trains.'
(PATRICK) Oh, Colonel, look here, I ca…
I'll show him. You can't argue with printed regulations.
You see, Colonel? I'm not authorized to lend you
rolling stock of the railway.
Your job is to get things done.
Not to find reasons why they can't be done.
He didn't even give me chance.
That smile. Did you see what he did to me?
Acted as though I led that that filthy man on.
Oh, we Anglo-Indians may as well cut our throats.
Between the military and the wogs.
Even the new collector is a wog called Govindaswami.
Think of it, the lord and master
of this whole district, a real black…
[KNOCK ON DOOR]
Oh, Mr. Collector. The Colonel's here.
I-I'll tell him.
Colonel, I thought you might like to know the c…
Mr. Govindaswami.
And this is George Lanson, Colonel.
He's head of civil police and my right-hand man.
You and I can work together, Lanson.
You know Taylor, sir? Superintendent Jones.
Hello, Taylor. Ms. Jones, I know your father.
- Welcome home. - Thank you, sir.
I feel a little happier now your battalion
is on its way here. What you've seen today is typical
of what is happening all over India with this difference.
We've a man hiding in Bhowani who'll do everything he can
to turn passive resistance into bloody revolution.
Does the name Davay mean anything to you?
Is that the chap who went over the Japs in '42?
Then found his way to Soviet Central Asia.
Two weeks ago, suddenly reappears in Calcutta.
Now here. Apparently, he has friends.
A brilliant organizer as well as clever with his hands.
Taylor, may we use your office?
Certainly, colonel. I'll get some chairs.
[SPEAKING HINDI]
Now, this concerns all of you. Ms. Jones, would you mind?
Well, what about Davay?
- What's he up to now? - Getting ready.
For the big emergency. That's when he'll strike.
There's already mutiny in the Indian Navy.
There's danger of a big railway strike in sympathy.
There was a derailment here this morning
that was almost certainly Davay.
A rehearsal for worse to come.
I knew it. He's hand-in-glove with Surabhai in the Congress.
They knew all about this derailment.
Swarming over the station and taking advantage.
I told him. I told Surabhai, didn't I, Victoria?
No, Mr. Taylor. I'm afraid it isn't as simple as that.
Mr. Surabhai for all his love of conspiracy
is a man of peace, a patriot.
Call that patriotic? Choking up a railway?
Mr. Surabhai hates what Davay and the communists stand for.
He genuinely believes, as Gandhi does
'passive resistance will put the Congress in power peacefully.'
But Davay's crowd want to make it impossible
for Congress to govern after the British leave.
But who can rule after, except Congress?
Who do they want?
Their masters and their minds are in Moscow.
They want to reduce India to chaos and anarchy
so that they can take over.
All Congress wants, will all due respect, old chap
is to hurry the Britishers peacefully out of India.
- Nothing personal, of course. - Oh, far from it.
Once you're gone, we'll miss you all terribly.
I have been called a lackey of British imperialism.
I'm not. I work for the day when India will be for the Indians
because I too, shall we say, am a native.
A wog.
But I do not conspire with those who would end
British rule in a bloodbath.
Could we have a private word, sir?
Oh, yes, sir. My office, here on the left.
Looks as if they're breaking up.
Yes, they've let off steam. Thank goodness.
What'll happen tomorrow or next week, no one knows.
- After you, sir. - Thank you.
- What's your full name? - Victoria Jones.
- Army number? - 746.
- Status? - On leave, pending release.
You obviously know the workings of the railways here
and the army. I'd like you back
on active service as liaison between us.
I'm afraid I have other things to do.
Isn't it time you condescended to accept India
as your own country? You might find it worth protecting.
- I spent the last four years… - Forget the last four years.
You heard what Mr. Govindaswami has just been saying.
That'll be all for now.
- Let's go. - Oh, goodbye.
No need for that. Blast the ruddy military to blazes!
[DOOR SLAMMING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Get on.
Eyes front.
Where's your hat?
I never wear it unless I have to.
But the sun, you'll get all brown.
- It's the hottest time of day. - The sun doesn't make us brown.
(COL. SAVAGE) It was obvious Taylor was head over heels in love with her.
I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't found her
very attractive myself.
But I'd seen enough of situations
between officers and Anglo-Indian girls.
I decided to keep my feelings to myself, my mind on the job.
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]
Pata.
'Pater darling!
'Pater.'
Pater!
[BIKE HONKING]
- Pater… - Oh! My girl!
- My very own girl. - Where's mother?
Inside probably, waiting for you.
(VICTORIA) Mater.
(COL. SAVAGE) She called her father Pater and her mother Mater.
Everything, in their own little world
was just second-hand illusion.
Mother.
It was begged, borrowed, or stolen
from the British society that had made them
and then rejected them in the same breath.
Hey bachha, my beti. My bachha.
My lovely child.
[BAND MUSIC]
[TRAIN WHISTLE HOOTING]
Here are the soldiers, mother. Look.
Isn't that a lovely sight?
Victoria, there's that colonel again.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
[ALL LAUGHING]
Vitoria, is that the colonel you didn't like?
Why, he seems just a fine gentleman to me
Why don't you ask the colonel if he'd like
to come in for a glass of beer?
Splendid. You know, Victoria.
He'd be nicer to us, then he'll know who we were.
He's got a pretty good idea now.
Oh, dear me. Whatever, what happened to India.
If men like the Colonel ever decided to pack up and go home.
I know, Pater, but they're going to leave.
Most people in Delhi say very soon.
They cant! If they left India, what would happen
to us Anglo-Indians? We'd be finished.
Most of the British I talked to in Delhi
they hardly know there are such things as Anglo-Indians.
We're just a drop in the bucket to them and to the Indians.
I suppose we must look jolly small too
after all that la-di-dah stuff in Delhi
but you're still one of us, Victoria.
The sooner you get that in your head, the better.
Mater, let me help you.
You sit down and let me spoil you a bit.
I haven't had a chance yet.
You've been away so long.
That's the trouble if you ask me.
Patrick, I only mean…
Sometimes, we talk as if the Lord fixed everything in India
so it can't ever change, but it is changing.
The sooner we face it, the better.
Do you think a ruddy Congress government
would hold jobs open for us on the railway like the British?
I don't like Colonel Savage anymore than you
but if the Indians have their go, we'll have nothing left.
Our schools, our positions. They'd take everything.
Let them! At least we'd stand on our own feet like other people.
We may as well throw away our topis and turn our skins black.
We'll be nobodys! It isn't just jobs!
'It's our social position! It's who you are!'
And who are we? I'll tell you.
- Chee-chees! Blackie-whites! - Victoria!
What are you trying to do, child? Hurt us?
I'm only trying to make Patrick see the truth.
When the British go, we must take our fate into our hands.
If the British go, I go with them!
Home? Where is your home, man? England?
Then you fell in the black sea on your way here!
Victoria, stop this!
I used to think the way you do
but I've spent 4 years with Englishmen and Indians.
They know who they are! We don't!
We can't become English because we're half-Indian.
We can't become Indian because we're half-English.
I've discovered it's a wonderful thing to know
who you are, and that's what we don't know.
The past is gone, the present going.
I'm asking you to think, man! Use your head and think!
[INDIAN CLASSICAL MUSIC]
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
[SOBBING]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Victoria.
Victoria, let me come in.
Come in, then.
Do you think I'm trying to run away from you all?
My dear, I'd be running away from myself, wouldn't I?
I know you think what I said was wrong, Victoria
but we have to use our hearts, not our heads.
It is my heart that makes me disagree with you, Patrick
as well as my head.
You have no idea how fresh and free it is
to be English or to be Indian.
Why must we torture ourselves with ideas
that we're better or worse than other people?
Why don't we put on dhotis and saris
'and marry Indians if we want to?'
Could you?
I don't know.
But I could never marry anyone but you, Victoria
and I thought you could never marry anyone but me.
It used to be like that.
You and me, and no one else for either of us.
I want to marry you, Victoria.
I want you to want me.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Salaam, memsahib.
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
What's wrong, Victoria?
W.A.A.C. directorate in Delhi.
What does it say?
"Leave canceled owing to emergency.
Report to officer commanding first battalion…"
He did it. Colonel Savage.
Straight to the head of the W.A.A.C.
I hate him.
What are you going to do?
I could go sick.
He'd send a doctor.
Yes, he would.
I am in the service. There is an emergency.
He's got me.
You see, after all, our fate isn't in our own hands.
I have to do it.
Victoria, what about us? You and I?
We? Do what we're meant to do. Run the ruddy railway.
Isn't that what we were born for, man?
(COL. SAVAGE) So Victoria Jones reported for duty in the traffic office.
McDaniel operated from there as well.
He operated as if his duties were at the bottom of a sewer.
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
(MALE #2) 'Miss Jones! Miss Jones!'
'Here are the timetables for the colonel.'
(VICTORIA) 'Oh, thank you, Ranjit.'
I see the ten mail up is leaving later.
[INDIAN CLASSICAL MUSIC]
[CHILDREN CHATTERING]
How they love to watch the soldiers.
But I suppose we all do.
I prefer to watch the children.
They are the future, Miss Jones, the new India.
For them life will be very different.
And it will not be politics.
But education that will have shaped them.
That is where I would like to do my work-education.
(RANJIT) 'Our country will open like a flower once'
'the British are gone and India is free.'
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
The 68 up is on time.
You're not too fond of the British, are you, Ranjit?
But you can cope with them, can't you?
Like most Indians, I have learned to bend
a little with the wind.
It surprises me finding someone like you in a place like this.
Well, you're not being very friendly, are you?
(COL. SAVAGE) The same unrest was breaking out all over India.
[PEOPLE PROTESTING IN HINDI]
[PROTESTING CONTINUES]
At Bhowani the congress party's efforts were rewarded
by a railway strike in support of the naval mutineers.
[PROTESTING CONTINUES]
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
The Anglo-Indians tried to stick to their jobs
but got dragged out and shaken up for their pains.
Hundreds of miles of vital communications were paralyzed
in as many minutes.
Up north, an ammunition train was abandoned
just far enough out of reach of our protection
to be nicely in reach of Davay's looters.
Well, that didn't seem to worry the congress party.
To them the strike was an occasion
for full-scale celebration.
As long as they kept the strike going
the British were hamstrung.
So they were going to keep the strike going or bust.
[BAND MUSIC]
[PEOPLE PROTESTING]
- Good day, sir. - Carry on.
That's why they give wack-eyes khaki safety-first knickers.
Enough of these jokes, Colonel.
Victoria's under your orders because you went behind
her back and pulled strings but she doesn't have to be insulted.
I think the controller will be glad to see you, colonel.
[CELEBRATION MUSIC]
- Looks like trouble, huh? - Appears so, colonel.
Mr. Surabhai and his flock seem to be determined
to stop your train.
He better not try. There's enough dynamite
lying at Merut to blow up half the town.
I don't want to cramp your style, colonel
but I'm afraid it's very much touch and go here.
So keep a tight reign on your chaps.
Passive resistance is very difficult to deal with.
[PROTESTING CONTINUES]
Ugly customers those, sir. Would you like me to close the gate?
No, let them in. There's no law against it.
We're likely to have some bricks fired at us. Still want to stay?
My father will be driving that engine through, sir.
Ah, Mr. Collector.
You and your Lieutenant Colonel
and all his war dogs cannot stop us.
So nice to meet you here, Miss Jones.
We are correctly legal in our peaceful protest
Against the slaughtering of our naval brothers.
Nobody's been slaughtered yet, Mr. Surabhai.
Those sailors are your naval brothers as well as mine.
Even though you glory in your post
as Lackey of the British Imperialists.
[CROWD PROTESTING]
We will make protest, peaceable, non-violent protest.
A non-violent missile, Mr. Surabhai?
No, no, no, my friends. Please, no violence.
Let not your natural feelings get on top of you.
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
Enough of this confabulation.
'Tis to no purpose. I'm going out to join my comrades.
[PROTESTING CONTINUES]
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
[PROTESTING CONTINUES]
[TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Mr. Surabhai, this train is on a Mission of Mercy.
There's dynamite lying unguarded at Mallroy.
If the wrong people get their hands on it
they can turn this thing into a blood bath.
British lies to deceive the people.
Lies!
Lies! Lies!
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
No, my friends. No violence, please.
[GLASS SHATTERING]
[BLOWING THE BUGLE]
[ON SPEAKER] I order you all to disperse.
In one minute the military will open fire
and clear the platform.
Murderers. Murderers.
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
What do you want to do about these people?
I don't honestly know. I don't want them hurt.
[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Jones, get your engine all ready to start.
Yes, colonel, I'm ready now.
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
Colonel Savage!
Please don't let him do it, sir!
Mr. Surabhai won't get up!
Why do you think he won't get up?
Because he believes he's right, because he's brave.
I think she's right, sir. He's always wanted to be a martyr.
Miss Jones, I expect I'm as good a judge
Of Mr. Surabhai's character as you are. Mind your own business!
Will you get your people off the track?
Because I'm going to move my train.
Then you will move it over the bodies of dead Indians.
Mr. Surabhai, are you a high-caste Hindu?
Yes, but all castes are like one in the fight for freedom.
Good.
You're all of you going to be used as a steward
by these untouchables.
What did you say? What are you going to do?
Oh, you beastly, horrible…
I give you 5 seconds
or prepare yourself for five months' purification.
One…
…two…
…three…
…four…
…five!
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
I suppose the heart of Victoria Jones that was Indian
was revolted at the degradation of Surabhai at British hands.
I hate the lot of you sometimes.
I'll take my white face out of here.
We'll be gone for good soon enough.
Yes, run away. Surabhai makes me very bad-tempered.
He's the stuff heroes are made of.
Look here, don't go wandering around the city tonight.
Have you heard something already?
No, but I'm an Indian. There will be repercussions.
Take my word. It won't be safe for white faces.
By heaven I wish we could catch Davay.
You don't look well, Miss Jones.
You're a cruel bully.
The path of duty is the way to glory. I'll drive you home now.
Mr. Taylor will take me home.
Yes, certainly, I will.
Ha ha ha! Oh, that's good!
That's Colonel Savage's idea, eh?
Oh, oh, I'll never think badly of him again.
That's priceless! Ha ha!
Don't you think it's funny?
That will make them look foolish, I'll bet!
Can't you understand anything?
Can't you understand how they feel or me?
I came back from Delhi ready to love you.
And I found you were all the things I don't want to be.
When I'm happy, you spoil it.
When I'm in trouble, you don't notice.
You won't do what I ask. When I ask you not to do…
- But… - Don't but me, you fool!
You're a snob, and you're self-satisfied!
And you're-you're a ruddy chee-chee!
And you make me behave like a chee-chee, too!
Now, go away! I don't ever want to see you again except on duty.
It was awful. Ranjit…
Please forgive… I hated it.
We've learned to turn away from such things.
But you in the kindness of your heart were hurt.
That is why I'm sorry.
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
[PHONE RINGING]
Hello, Baker. Send your message. Over.
(MAN ON RADIO) 'Hello, Baker. Sun Ray speaking. Fetch liaise officer. Over.'
Colonel Savage.
Hello, baker. Liaise officer on set, over.
(MAN ON RADIO) 'Hello, Baker. Wires are down. I can't reach Govindaswami.'
'Tell him the dynamite was stolen'
'before the train reached.'
'Ask him to meet me at the Hindu temple. Fire and looting. Over.'
Hello, baker. Wilco. Out.
Mr. Govindaswami, please.
So Colonel Savage lost after all.
(COL. SAVAGE) We were expecting riots, and we got them…
…with a vengeance.
Davay's henchmen did a thorough job of rousing up
the lawless element that exists in every town
and setting them loose among
the demonstrators until the whole place ran amok.
They persecuted whoever they felt like persecuting.
Played up old religious differences, looted.
Plundered the shops, ruined the merchants
by setting fire to their freshly dyed silks
where they were hanging up to dry.
Hello, baker. Wilco, over.
(MAN ON RADIO) 'Hello, Baker. Close down now. Out.'
[BOMB EXPLODING]
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
[GUNSHOTS FIRING]
Please, let me see you to your house, Miss Jones.
No need for that.
I wouldn't like you to go alone.
Wait until the troop train comes, I'll go with you.
I'll walk down there. At night it's patrolled.
You don't think of me as an Indian, do you, Ranjit?
No, Miss Jones. As a European.
I feel as if I've come to the point where
I don't belong anywhere.
Goodnight.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Oh, there we are.
Well, stop trembling. Your uncle Graham isn't going to hurt you.
You know, it's a good job I saw you.
For heaven sake, Victoria, if anyone says halt
stop and say chaka. It's tonight's password.
Oh, chaka. Fine. I'll go on from here.
Wait. Colonel would blame me if anything happened to you.
I say, he's not turning sweet on you himself, is he?
There's no need for you to come any further. Goodnight.
- Halt! Who go there? - Chaka.
Proceed.
Almost out of the woods. You're nearly home.
Yes, I know. Thank you.
Won't you thank me properly?
Thank you very much, Captain McDaniel.
Come on. Thank me like this.
Come on! Stop struggling!
[PANTING AND GRUNTING]
[TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING]
[TRAIN RATTLING]
[VICTORIA GASPING]
[RATTLING CONTINUES]
Put that down, Ms. Jones.
Come quickly. Come!
[INDISTINCT YELLING]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[INDISTINCT YELLING]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
Oh!
- Who did she kill, my son? - I did-didn't kill anybody.
'I didn't. I didn't.'
- I didn't. I didn't. - Look, girl.
Didn't.
[SCREAMING]
[GASPING]
Now, who has she killed, son?
A British officer. Captain McDaniel.
- In the yards. He deserved it. - Is he still there?
- Has he been discovered yet? - I don't think so.
- He tried to rape me. - Ah.
Son, call our friend.
But do you think that's wise? I mean, to tell anybody else?
Yes, I must tell the collector. I must tell Mr. Lanson.
What will they think when they know you came straight here?
Who do you think they will put the guilt on?
My son.
He has tried to help you. Now, he is in this with you.
Now, hurry and fetch our friend.
Now, take all these clothes off. Be quick.
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
Here.
Mari!
Soap, water, basin, and that stain remover.
- You know what has happened? - Yes. I'll go at once.
I'll be back in half hour at most.
What are you going to do? I must tell someone.
They'll say you led the Englishman on.
They'll say anything to protect his reputation
the army's reputation, not yours.
Our friend will arrange it so that they will never find out.
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
Sit down, girl. Sit down. Son, bring a chair for her here.
You don't seem to realize I've killed somebody.
You killed an Englishman, an army officer.
That's not a person. That's an animal.
Give her a drink, son.
Why should you support the British law?
You're half Indian, aren't you?
He tried before. It was awful.
Quiet, girl.
My child, you've done a great thing.
Today, you are heroine of the new India.
I seldom drink, but I drink to you now.
Jai Hind!
[BRAKES SCREECH]
Go and see if anybody's watching this house.
- I must… - You must!
Have you ever met an Englishman that didn't insult you?
Haven't your own people worked for them for a 100 years?
And how are they going to reward you?
They're going to leave you here with us.
What do you think we are going to do with Anglo-Indians?
We're going to make you realize that you are Indians.
Inferior Indians.
Possibly disloyal Indians.
Because you spent the last 100 years licking England's boots
and kicking us with your own boots.
I saw what the soldiers did to our people at the station.
I saw you.
You didn't look happy.
Why don't you see that you are an Indian and act like one?
Here.
Put this on until your clothes are dry.
Our friend will be back very soon.
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
[FEMALE SCREAMING]
Ah!
No wonder my son is in love with you.
And you are just the woman for him.
But…I never thought of him in that way.
Any man will do for you.
Oh, no, do not be angry. I mean, you need a man.
You are quite old, you know.
[LAUGHING]
My son is a good boy, but he needs a woman of purpose.
He talks of returning to the Sikh religion.
Foolish! You are stronger than he is.
You can make of him whatever you wish.
But I think he's very nice the way he is.
Here.
Look.
India is your home, my child.
The dawn is breaking now.
Our dawn, our sun, our freedom.
We will stand by you whatever you do always.
Trust us.
[DOOR UNLOCKS]
Well?
They're gone.
[SIGHS]
Keep the sari, my child. Wear it proudly.
Tomorrow, my son will invite you for a visit.
You must come. Some interesting people may call.
And I want to see you again.
And remember, nobody but us should know
that our friend, Ghanshyam, is staying here.
Why mustn't I mention Ghanshyam? Who is he?
A gentleman from western India. My mother's devoted to him.
She doesn't want him implicated in this.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
The body is buried in the city where it won't be found.
But the sentry that challenged them? And me?
Don't worry. He's a friend. I saw him. He won't say anything.
Now, we must get our stories straight.
You left Captain McDaniel by the signal box outside your home.
You said goodnight…
[MELODIOUS MUSIC]
(COL. SAVAGE) The next thing we all knew Victoria and Ranjit
were appearing together publicly.
In case one or two of us were a bit slow on the uptake
the wardrobe was thrown in as an unmistakable'
gesture of defiance.
Victoria, I shall never get over seeing you
just take out a cigarette and smoke it.
- In a sari, you mean. - Yes.
Yes. All the ordinary Indian ladies will have a fit.
- What about your mother? - Oh, she won't mind.
She's not ordinary.
[TRUMPET MUSIC]
There is Mr. Taylor. Do you think it wise?
Come on. If I have to hide now
I might as well give up altogether.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Lemonade, please. Same for you, Ranjit?
- What are you doing here? - Seeing a picture with Ranjit.
- You came here with Kasel? - Oh, Patrick, you clumsy…
Oh, colonel, jolly good idea that of yours.
You know what your men did to those wogs lying on the rail?
Would you mind not dragging me into your mating squabbles?
See, it's like that, eh? All open and above board.
The lady left… Ow!
Ranjit, would you find a table for us and hold it, please?
Why don't you go to wog cinema? That's where you belong.
Holding hands and chewing betel nuts with your black boyfriend?
Don't you say that about Ranjit. To me or anybody else.
- This is for Europeans! - I'll see the picture with him
and anything else I ruddy well please.
Do you see? Now, go home and sober up.
And learn to behave yourself.
Vic-Victoria, I wasn't going to hit you.
This is an awful way for us to be. Why don't you marry me?
I only get drunk because I'm so miserable.
Marry you and sit in the house all day with a topi on my head
because somebody might think I'm an Indian? Not me!
You having love troubles, Ms. Jones?
It's none of your business, sir.
If you started wearing these winding sheets
in order to shake off Taylor, you're much cleverer
than you have a right to be with your other armament.
If you're doing it because you are interested in Ranjit Kasel
well, that's a horse of a different color, Miss Starkey.
Why did he call you Miss Starkey?
To hurt.
I don't always understand Colonel Savage.
I wish I didn't always understand him.
But I want to be able to share these things with you, Victoria.
Then listen. There was a young lady named Starkey
who got herself hitched to a darky.
The result of her sins was an eight-some of twins.
Two black, two white, and 4 khaki.
[LAUGHING]
Good evening, Miss Jones.
I'm sorry to butt in, but may I?
You're changing worlds, I see. Meeting new friends.
I wonder if you can help me.
Perhaps you've seen this man here in Bhowani…
…Or anyone like him.
Now, take a good look.
No, I've never seen this man.
Ranjit Singh, you get around this town a good deal.
Have you ever seen this man?
No, I haven't.
Who is he?
Davay. Taken 8 years ago.
We've believe that it was he who stole the dynamite at Mauro.
[BELL RINGING]
- Goodnight. - Goodnight.
(MALE #3) Miss Jones, may I have a word with you, please?
Alone.
It's about McDaniel.
- How can I help? - He's still missing, you know.
When he left you at the signal post
did he tell you where he was going?
He just said goodnight, and I left. I've told you that before.
After all, you are the last person who saw him
as far as we know.
Now, when he said goodnight to you
did he try to kiss you?
Did you kiss him? Anything?
I'm really sorry about this, but I've a good reason for asking.
It seems that McDaniel had been telling his friends around here
that he was very fond of you.
He even indicated that you returned this feeling.
What I'm getting at is that if you did in fact like him…
I did not like him, Mr. Lanson.
- He made advances to me once… - He did?
- I didn't encourage any time. - You let him accompany you.
- It was the night of the riot… - 'Lanson!'
You should know better than to question an officer serving
with my regiment without first asking my permission.
- Well, if you'd been here… - I heard the last part.
Miss Jones so obviously disliked McDaniel
that I ordered him never to be alone with her anywhere.
Very well, Miss Jones.
May I remind you that I've got my duties just as you've yours.
I'm still looking for that sentry of yours
who disappeared the same time as McDaniel.
There's no trace.
(RANJIT) 'That sari suits you. I cannot tell you how much.'
(VICTORIA) 'Why do you think I wear it? Come on, Ranjit.'
(COL. SAVAGE) All the criticism only made her more stubborn.
She put up a carefree front.
But behind it, she was desperately anxious
to persuade herself
that her liking and respect for Ranjit would turn to love.
Once she entered his world and learned to become an Indian.
[INDIAN FOLK MUSIC]
That music! What is it, Ranjit?
It is a love song. It is quite well known.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CHUCKLES]
Everything's new to me.
- I have an awful lot to learn. - About music?
Yes, that…and everything.
Miss Jones.
For heaven's sake, Ranjit. Call me Victoria.
I admire you…Victoria.
And I am honorably in love with you.
I wanted you to have time to know me better.
My mother told me to hurry or you would marry somebody else.
She said that if I didn't make up your mind for you, she would.
I won't hurry, not even for your mother.
And anyway, I'd rather you asked me.
But I would not know how to ask you.
Very well then, I'll ask you.
When the time comes.
'I'm sorry, Victoria.'
I too have much to learn about your ways.
The day after tomorrow, I am going to the Sikh temple
to be received back in my religion.
You mean you would want me to become a Sikh
if-if we get married.
I would, Victoria. You would have to have another name then.
Victoria is not a proper name for an Indian.
No, it isn't.
But Victoria is my name.
Would I have to live here with your mother?
Of course. Otherwise, they will say I threw her out.
You know, Ranjit, I…
…I think it's time you broke away from your mother.
Yes, I suppose it is.
You will come with me?
I will if that's the way it must be.
This is our holy book.
You will need it for the service.
Read it.
(COL. SAVAGE) Well, the strike ended and the railway was back to normal.
To an uninitiated eye, order was successfully restored
And the situation was in hand at last.
To us, it was simply a question of when
and where Davay would strike again.
[TRAIN ENGINE REVVING]
[TRAIN WHISTLE]
[EXPLOSION]
[YELLING]
[STEAM HISSING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Hurry up. Someone's dying over here.
It's no good. He's dead.
Can't be here all day. I've got other things to do.
Get your boys who aren't injured to work as stretcher bearers.
- Colonel, we found this. - Aha! Just what I thought.
F.I.D. wire, mark 4 detonator caps.
All army ordinance, same as the stuff that was taken at Mari.
Once Davay got his hands on it, this was a foregone conclusion.
It wouldn't have been, if we'd caught him first.
Swing it round more!
Watch your heads on the roof.
[INDISTINCT YELLING]
'Please, sir, this way, please.'
Heroic white sari suits you. Doesn't go what I got you here?
The duty officer didn't give me time to get into uniform.
- Why did you force me to come? - Find the O.C. Troops.
If he's got medical personnel on the train, take them to RAP.
You go with them or report to the M.O.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GROANING]
[INDISTINCT YELLING]
Where the devil do you think you're going?
Why did you force me to come here?
So that you could see what dynamite does to the human body.
- I didn't do this. - They didn't do it, either.
Now go help the poor beggars who are dying.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Here, you! Wash down this woman.
What are you waiting for? Take her over there, can't you?
Swab her down, I said.
Take it away.
Hey, you, get the hose this way.
Three of them here, I think.
Look out, you're gonna burn yourself.
Here, take these across to that first aid wagon over there.
Do whatever he tells you.
Mehta.
- Did you have a hand in this? - I'm only helping.
And watching the death agony of the British empire.
It isn't just British soldiers It's our own people, too.
You cannot make omelet without breaking eggs.
Your mother will tell you that.
Patrick, Patrick, let me wash that cut.
I don't want your hands on me.
Ranjit…Do you think Ghanshyam is Davay?
I'm not sure. I hate to believe it.
But I'm beginning to think he might be.
What if he is?
Ghanshyam buried the body at great risk.
If we give him away, he'll tell about you and McDaniel.
But if he is Davay and did this. What are we going to do?
If there's any doubt, I cannot do anything.
They'll arrest my mother. She's fought the British for 26 years.
She's been in jail many times.
I can't send her to prison again.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Get going!
Don't tell me you're still on your own two feet.
There's hope for you yet.
[ENGINE REVVING]
'Stand at ease.'
Afternoon.
Hello, Mr. Lanson. If you wanted to see Colonel Savage…
No, thank you. It's you, I want to talk to.
Captain McDaniel's body was found early this morning
In a dung heap in the city.
Had a notice hung round the neck. "Quit India."
The head was battered in and other mutilations carried out.
You're surprised, why?
I was just thinking, how horrible.
When was he killed?
Oh, we know when he was killed, Miss Jones.
To the hour, nearly to the minute.
But I'm afraid that's not quite all.
You'll remember that the sentry who was on duty in the yards
the night of McDaniel's murder has been missing as well?
We found his body at the same time.
The throat was cut.
He'd been murdered at the same time as McDaniel.
An hour later at the most.
And since both bodies were found at the same place…
…We're assuming that whoever disposed of McDaniel
'killed the sentry as well.'
You're still certain that you've never met
the stranger in this town who is Davay
but calls himself Ghanshyam?
Alright, Miss Jones.
That's all I want to find out.
(LANSON) 'I'm afraid I may have to ask you to come down.'
'to my headquarters.'
I hope you're not trying to shield anyone.
[CHANTING PRAYER]
[CHANTING CONTINUES]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
I beg to be received back into the true faith.
- I want her to become a Sikh. - Do you agree?
Yes.
May you be blessed in the name of the Lord.
[CHANTING CONTINUES]
(PATER) What are you trying to do, child, hurt us?
(SANDANI) Why don't you see that you are an Indian and act like one?
(PATRICK) Why don't you go to the wog cinema?
That's where you belong, isn't it?
Holding hands and chewing betel nut with your black boyfriend?
(SANDANI) We can't become English because we're half Indian.
We can't become Indian because we're half English.
(PATER) What are you trying to do, child? Hurt us?
[VICTORIA THINKING] I don't belong anywhere.
I don't belong anywhere!
I don't belong anywhere. I don't belong anywhere.
(RANJIT) I admire you, Victoria.
And I am honorably in love with you.
I wanted you to have time to know me
But my mother told me to hurry.
Or you would marry somebody else.
She told me that if I did not make up your mind
for you she would.
[CHANTING PRAYERS]
(GOVINDASWAMI) I too, shall we say, am a native, am a native.
A wog!
But I do not conspire with those who would end
British rule in a bloodbath.
(GHANSHYAM) I brought the body into the city
and buried it where it won't be found for several days.
Several days, several days.
(MR. LANSON) Captain McDaniel's body was found earlier this morning
in a dung heap in the city.
The head was battered in and other mutilations carried out.
[CHANTING PRAYERS]
(VICTORIA) You don't seem to realize I killed somebody.
(SANDANI) You killed an Englishman, an army officer.
That's not a person, that's an animal.
That's an animal, that's an animal, that's an animal.
(MR. LANSON) The sentry who was on duty in the yards.
We found his body at the same time. The throat was cut.
(VICTORIA) I didn't do this!
(COL. SAVAGE) They didn't do it either! Go help the beggars who're dying.
By heaven, I wish we could catch Davay!
(VICTORIA) Ghanshyam is Davay. Ghanshyam is Davay.
(MR. LANSON) If you're trying to, for your own sake.
You're not trying to shield anyone.
(SADANI) You killed an Englishman, an army officer.
That's not a person, that's an animal.
(VICTORIA) Ghanshyam is Davay.
(MR. LANSON) Whoever disposed of McDaniel killed the sentry as well.
His throat was cut.
(COL. SAVAGE) That's a horse of a different color.
Different color.
(VICTORIA) You don't seem to realize I killed somebody.
(SADANI) You killed an Englishman, an army officer.
That's not a person, that's an animal.
(THINKING) I must tell someone. I must tell someone!
[BOMB EXPLODING]
I must tell someone!
[CHANTING PRAYERS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
(COL. SAVAGE) It was clear to Victoria that in trying to run away
from her conscience…she had only run into disaster.
She couldn't run away from her conscience.
The only one she could turn to was her father.
She had enough sense left to remember that he was taking the
afternoon local to Gandwara.
Pater, Pater.
Oh, Pater.
Still glad to see me. That's good anyhow.
What is your name now?
Victoria Jones.
Oh, Pater, I was frightened.
Oh.
I must get away from here.
I could visit the Mclntyre's in Gandwara for a few days.
I want to be with you. Lemme come with you in your cab.
I wish you could, but I should lose my job.
- Good afternoon, Mr. Jones. - Oh, hello, sir.
Miss Jones. How have they been treating you
since you ran that train through for me?
It's been rather difficult, sir.
But all the Anglo-Indians been having a bad time.
Yes, I know. I'm on my way now, to Gandwara.
If I can't lay my hands on another rifle company.
That's good. My girl here's wants to go to Gandwara with me.
If you were to order her to go on military duty
no one to say no, eh?
You want to go to Gandwara?
Well, consider yourself so ordered.
You didn't have time to change in uniform.
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
(COL. SAVAGE) But as soon as Bhowani Junction lay behind her
she was up against the same problem.
Her guilt was still with her.
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]
The heat in the cab was 130 on the flats.
And 167 inside many tunnel.
It knocked the last of the fight out of her.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
I must hurry, I've got to take the local back to Bhowani.
And you better go get yourself a seat, the train's packed.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Can't tell you how pleased I am about…that other thing.
It would have been all wrong.
You found it out for yourself, didn't you?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[BELL RINGING]
Can't you find a place?
- Come in here. - I couldn't do that, sir.
You can hardly stand. I've got a compartment I can use.
Come on, get in.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Hey, go in there and take a wash.
Make you feel better.
Towel's a bit wet.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Well, you still look as if you've been under a steamroller
but you're clean at any rate.
- Say when. - When, sir?
When are you going to stop playing fast and loose
with your wack-eye commission?
I don't know what you mean, sir.
Stop calling me, sir. You're not a chambermaid, are you?
Answer a question honestly.
I suppose, I can't call you a traitor to your King and country
because you'll flourish that beautiful new sari and tell me
that King George is not your King and not his country.
I haven't been a traitor. I…
What's the use?
I didn't know what to do.
I was sick of being a half-breed
I wanted to belong somewhere.
So, I tried to become an Indian.
I found I couldn't change myself.
Everything went wrong.
- Murder is wrong. - It wasn't murder.
'They died. Somebody killed them.'
Who died? What do you mean?
Those people at the train wreck at Bothoda.
'You saw some of them die, didn't you?'
'That's why I made you come up there.'
'I knew you'd been lying about Davay. I've always known.'
You know something about him.
But I killed, Captain McDaniel.
Tell me.
I killed, McDaniel in the yards.
There was a train passing and it puffed steam over us.
He was trying to rape me.
He was a maniac, choking me to death, so I killed him.
But you led him on.
- I didn't! - Yes, you did, I saw you.
The day we arrived on the station stairway
you backed yourself into him.
I didn't! He put his hands on me, that's what happened.
He was always doing that, but I never complained, because
you'd think I should do what he wanted because I'm a chee-chee!
I killed him with a piece of steel
because he was trying to kill me.
Govindaswami, was sure you'd done it.
Why didn't Govindaswami arrest me?
Knew you'd find out for yourself that the Sadani and Davay
weren't the best friends you or even Ranjit could have.
'When that happened, you could help him a lot.'
I didn't know the man at the Sadani's house was Davay.
He called himself, Ghanshyam.
It was he who buried, McDaniel.
I couldn't help thinking
McDaniel got what was coming to him.
But when that innocent sentry was murdered by Davay.
I…I felt I'd done it.
I…I tried to bury my guilt by becoming a Sikh
but that only made it worse.
[SIGHING]
May I have a drink, sir?
You're half-drunk already. You sure you want another?
Yes, please.
And a cigarette.
Even a cigarette tastes better.
Now, that it's all out.
Well, tomorrow is another day.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[KNOCKING]
Morning, hope you managed to get a few hours' rest.
Why I had to tell you of all people? I…
…I need to have my head examined.
I presume, you remember everything you said?
Yes.
Do you want to retract any of it?
What use would that be now?
- Who is that for? - You.
Why, because it works as a lie detector?
No, because it's the hair of the dog that bit you.
What will the charge be, murder?
Last night you told me it was self-defense.
Last night I expected you to believe me.
'I did.'
Would you sooner I didn't?
It's just that I…
…I didn't expect it, that's all.
You'll need a clean breast of everything you realize that?
You won't be able to shield the Sadani or Ranjit.
I didn't mention Ranjit last night, or his mother.
Well, they didn't kill, McDaniel.
You didn't kill the sentry.
If you tell the truth, I'll stand by you all the way.
You're not McDaniel's first victim, you know.
He used to make a specialty of Anglo-Indian girls
who couldn't fight back.
Why should you stand by me? You're not an Anglo-Indian.
You're an officer under my command.
- Sir. - Hmm?
I…
All these weeks I've known you, this is the first time
I've realized there's a human being inside you somewhere.
Oh, he's still there, is he? Good.
Then there's hope for us all.
(COL. SAVAGE) The complication in the case against Victoria
was the tie-up with Davay and his communist fifth column.
If the finding of the court of inquiry went against Victoria
she would go before a general court-martial.
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
I threw an emergency cordon around the town
to keep Davay from escaping before we could hunt him down.
And then Govindaswami arrested the Sadani.
You see, even those misguided fools out there are on my side.
What does my enlightened son do? He sits at home and broods
about his girl and his religion, while his mother goes to jail.
As long as you shield Davay, I can never take your side.
I'm-I'm sorry, mother.
[SNARLING]
Weakling! It is this girl who has informed against us.
She is a jackal, like the rest of her breed.
A lackey of the British. But she shall pay for it.
Mother, if you harm her, you will never see me again.
(COL. SAVAGE) For Victoria, it was an exhausting
and nerve-racking business.
But the court of inquiry concluded its work
and a finding was reached.
[KNOCKING ON THE DOOR]
You're a free woman again, Subaltern Jones.
Open and shut case of self defense.
Congratulations.
Thank you, sir.
Ah, now, now, don't spoil it all.
After standing up to it this far in the best
stiff-upper-lip tradition?
I'm just…just unwinding.
Well, come and unwind over a whisky and soda.
I'll unwind with you.
May I have permission to thank you, sir?
Permission granted.
Well, permission granted indefinitely.
Let's go and get the drink.
[PEOPLE TALKING]
Oh, sahib, sahib, you-you have come to the wrong place.
This is restaurant Hindu, non-vegetarian.
That's right, now we are Hindu non-vegetarian.
And we're hungry, and we want wine to drink to
the early departure of the British.
[LAUGHING]
Yes, sahib.
[PEOPLE SINGING]
[SINGING AND CLAPPING]
[INDIAN MUSIC]
[CHEERING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[CHEERING]
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
I don't understand his dialect.
He says that Mrs. Sahib Jones should marry the colonel.
Oh, well, I…
[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[CHEERING]
He says you must. You make his heart big
and you give him many heroic sons.
Oh!
You going to give me many heroic sons?
[LAUGHING]
[FLUTE MUSIC]
Look.
"To the memory of Joanna, beloved wife"
"of Captain Rodney Savage."
"15th rifle wing of native infantry."
"Died on the 10th of May 1857."
Rodney, I didn't know.
My great-grandmother. Killed in the mutiny.
So you see, in a way, I'm as much a part of India as you are.
- Up till now, anyway. - What do you mean?
I have to report to Camberley when this shindig's over.
It's like going back to school again, except
I should come out the other side a full-blown general.
- Camberley in England? - Yes.
You had any particular hankering to see England?
Yes, once.
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]
Oh, who's the young lady in the oversized chapeau?
(VICTORIA) 'That's Dunphy's little girl.'
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
And that's her father's train.
When I was her age, I used to wait there for Pater to come by.
I'd pretend that I was on that train on my way to Calcutta.
And then on a great ocean liner to England.
As I drew near, the entire population of the British isles
would line up on the white cliffs of Dover
to welcome me back home. And the King and Queen
would come on board in person to escort me ashore.
That's more than they do for me.
And then one grows up.
What I'm trying to tell you is that…
…It would be very easy for me to try to escape again.
Into your world this time.
And only children can escape from reality.
I'm trying to learn to face up to it.
To reality? Do you want to know something?
The only people who face reality are the ones who are too dumb
to duck when they see it coming.
I mean, let's enjoy ourselves and be happy for a while.
If that's the way you want it.
Is that the silence of criticism or content?
I'm trying to remember the exact section
of the Army Act we've just broken.
Why bother. Between us, we've broken a lot.
Oh, no, not all of them.
If any others, you just let me know.
We might as well be hanged for sheep as a lamb.
(GHANSHYAM) 'Miss Jones?'
'Wake up please, Miss Jones.'
Do not make any noise, please, Miss Jones.
Now, listen carefully.
I'm indifferent to whether you live or die
Miss Jones, personally.
'There're causes which cannot be counted in terms'
'of life or death.'
My cause, for example.
Will you please, do as I tell you.
Get dressed as quickly as possible.
'You'll wear this one, Miss Jones.'
Your Colonel Savage is a most efficient officer.
There are military patrols surrounding the city.
'Since it was you who told him who I was.'
'I've chosen you to help me escape.'
You'll do as I tell you.
'Come here.'
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
Do as I say, Miss Jones. He knows you.
He'll stop in spite of regulations.
I'll be concealed, but right behind you.
Victoria, I thought it was you. What's the matter?
I thought Pater was driving this train. I…
Dungood's train? You should know better.
Oh, I'm sorry, Ted.
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Bhowani east. Yeah.
That train, isn't the six down? What was it stopping for?
It was stopped at the back of the Jones' house.
I saw a woman in a red dress.
She talked to Dunphy. I couldn't see it.
There was a man with her.
Well, she must have got on the train.
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
Lie down.
No, here.
If the train is searched
do not move or make any kind of sound.
[GASPING] I-I can't breathe.
You can, as long as you keep quiet.
(MAN #1) Number Two section!
[CHATTER IN HINDI]
Savage? Savage!
Savage!
Is she here? I've got to know!
If she was, do you think I'd tell you?
You'll have to take my word for it.
Now clear off.
Oh! I see. Then I…
I'm in love with her too, you know.
I know you are.
I'm glad she's safe.
Wait a minute. What did you come here for?
A wild goose chase.
A girl was seen with a man getting on a train.
- Train? - What train, blast you?
It happened behind her house.
Victoria has a red dress.
We can head them off at the Dover checkpoint.
It's too late. Further on.
- We'll miss them there. - 'I'll have a platoon ready.'
'Won't be a minute.'
Now be very still.
[MEN CLAMORING]
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
They will slow up for the main line tunnel.
If we're quick, we can head them off.
We should be seeing it soon now, Colonel.
Yeah.
Be thankful that I'm only gagging you
instead of killing you, Miss Jones.
By the time they find you Indian history will have been changed.
You'll remember this day forever.
Quick! Before it goes in the main line tunnel.
We'll get it at the other end.
Dunphy! Dunphy!
Stop, I tell you!
[TRAIN BRAKES SCREECHING]
What is wrong?
(TAYLOR) 'Quick! Come with us, Dunphy.'
This one's open, Colonel. Quick!
[MUMBLING]
Victoria?
Patrick, she's here.
It's alright, darling.
- It's alright. - Davay.
- Davay! - Yes, where'd he go? Where?
He must have been in the main line tunnel, it slowed.
- He had explosives! - Quick, Colonel!
The afternoon special… due here in 20 minutes.
Can you manage?
Dunphy, full speed ahead!
Hold the troop special until further notice.
There may be dynamite under the track in the tunnel.
Go ahead. Get going.
Back to the truck.
Mushim, drop four men off at the near end to the tunnel.
They're to shoot anyone coming out on sight.
The rest of you follow me to the far entrance.
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
Cover us.
- Here. - I'm not lucky, Colonel.
If I go with you, you'll not catch him.
Well, I am lucky. Come on.
- Put that light out! - But the train…
Don't be a fool. The troop train's safe.
But there's a passenger special due in four minutes.
Let go of me. I'm the railway man here.
Put that torch out!
[GUN HAMMER CLICKS]
[GUNSHOTS]
[TRAIN WHISTLE]
Dynamite. Dynamite!
Are you badly hurt? Where'd he get you?
Dynamite!
The special. I heard a whistle.
Come on. Come quick.
Let's get you off the rail.
That's right. That's right.
Come on.
I'll flag the train down. They're sure to have a doctor.
I hope he's an undertaker too.
Don't be a fool. You're not gonna die.
Yes, I am.
A rather silly place to die.
[GROANS] Oh, Savage!
Tell Victoria, one thing I didn't bungle was…
[TRAIN WHISTLING]
Yes, I will.
[THINKING] Gandhi.
Now I knew why Davay had risked everything to wreck that train.
For a few minutes
the destruction of the whole of India
had been in his own two hands.
(VICTORIA) "You will report senior officers course"
"Staff College Camberley"
"immediately on arrival in England."
Aren't you glad we never let ourselves
forget that this would arrive one day?
And now it's here.
Will you miss me?
More than I'll ever miss anyone.
Then that's the only reality.
You were never going to run away from reality again, remember?
That's not fair.
Victoria, come to England with me as my wife.
I…
I can't.
Because you're afraid?
The English aren't going to eat you alive, you know.
No, it's not because I'm afraid.
It's because I don't belong there.
Not even as your wife.
I belong here, not as a phony Indian, not as a phony white
but as myself. You know it.
It's about time the Lord started making all human beings
the same on the outside as well as the same on the inside.
We'd only change it back again, the moment his back was turned.
I wish I could quarrel with that.
Oh, darling!
Victoria, marry me.
Don't be a fool. Marry me.
No, no.
It wouldn't work.
Supposing I were to get out of the army and come back here.
'Would you still refuse to marry me?'
Just for my sake? I wouldn't let you.
Where else do I belong?
The only roots I have are wherever you are.
Supposing I was to get out of the army and come back for good.
- Would you marry me then? - Oh, darling.
I'd even buy the ring.
Are you still of the same mind? Retirement?
I'm just counting the days, sir.
It'll mean a long wait.
Unless… Well, I might be able to pull a string or two
and get you moved up on the list.
Is that possible?
I'd say it was the least I could do.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]