A Candle in the Dark: The Story of William Carey (1998) - full transcript
[Pastor Carey thinking] I have been a cobbler by trade since I left school
at the age of fourteen.
I am also pastor
of the local Baptist Church
here in Leicester.
Though I love this
small congregation,
God has laid on my heart
a great burden
for all the people
and nations of this world.
I have taken every
opportunity to study
their ways and customs,
and have for several years now,
pleaded with my fellow ministers
to form a society
for the propagation
of the gospel
to the far corners
of the earth.
Gentlemen, Gentlemen.
Order please.
Pastor Carey.
Please continue.
It's all here
in my Enquiry.
I've already laid out
a strategy for a mission.
Here is every known
country in the world,
its population,
its religions,
everything that we need
for the formation
of a missionary society...
It's here!
And this strategy,
what is the essence of it?
Community... I believe
that God is calling us
to work
in communities.
We need land to survive on,
with everyone working together
as they preach
the Gospel.
I see schools, colleges,
hospitals, printing shops,
the light of God reaching out
to touch folk at every level.
This is God's work.
Let us expect great
things from Him...
and let us attempt
great things for Him.
Mr. Chairman,
may I speak?
Mr Chairman,
may I introduce Dr. Thomas,
Surgeon to the
East India Company,
recently returned
from Calcutta.
Gentlemen...
the fields are white...
Never was the harvest
more ready for reaping -
or the need greater
for labourers
to bring in
that harvest.
God has presented us with
a task we must not ignore.
Never!
I won't do it!
Dolly, listen to me.
Don't just dismiss
it out of hand.
How can you
even ask such a thing?
You know I wouldn't ask this
if I didn't truly believe
this is what God
is calling us to.
Well he may be
calling you,
but he's not
calling me!
Do you really think I'm
going to set off for India
when our baby will
only be a few weeks old?
Mrs Carey, Calcutta is a highly
civilized place.
I worked there as a surgeon
for many years
and I assure you there
will be little more danger
than you'd find here.
We'll be working together,
Dolly, with Dr Thomas.
Lts everything
I've ever dreamed of.
That's all it
is William - dreams!
Well it sounds more
like a nightmare to me.
I won't go,
I won't!
Dolly, If I had
all the world,
l'd freely give it to have you
and the boys with me...
but my duty's clear.
I must go.
Mrs. Carey, what if your
sister Kitty was to come?
Would you
think again?
(Pastor Carey) For five long
and perilous months
we have struggled against
wind and storm
to reach our final destination
in the bay of Bengal.
My wife Dorothy
and her sister Kitty
were finally persuaded
to join us in this great work,
and I have spent much time
consoling them
during the journey and learning
the Bengali language.
Now, secretly,
under cover of darkness
we have finally reached
the shores of India.
I cannot wait to begin the work
we have been called to do.
Namaskar, Thomas
Sahib.
Basu, thank goodness
you're here.
But we must hurry.
We must not be seen.
This way.
Come please. This way.
Come in.
Come in all of you.
You are all
most welcome.
William.
Let me introduce
you properly.
This is Ram Ram Basu,
the best Pandit in India.
Namaskar Sahib.
Namaskar.
This is my wife Dorothy
and her sister Kitty,
and these are my sons
Peter and Felix.
The Lord has blessed
you Sahib.
What's a Pandit?
A Pandit's
a very learned man.
He taught me Bengali, and he
speaks lots of other languages.
You are all
welcome to our country.
And you too Peter Sahib.
No, Peter Carey.
Sahib means "Sir."
Now then Basu, how about getting
us to my house in Calcutta?
I suppose you should better
stay here tonight Sahib.
The East India Company
have been patrolling nearby,
and you might be seen.
Why should
we fear being seen?
They've forbidden
missionary activity here.
Why?
Bad for trade.
Might upset the locals.
So what next?
Perhaps a meal
and a long good sleep.
Oh no.
No thank you. No.
No thank you.
Sahib. This is my very good
friend Bhairav,
and his wife Asha.
Um...
Please, let not
the food get cold.
Are you not
eating with us?
We've already eaten.
He means they
won't eat with us.
Their caste system forbids
them to eat with foreigners -
we're outcasts!
Well, surely we're
all equal in God's eyes?
It's our
tradition, Sahib.
God preserve us
from traditions...
and vanity.
I don't need
this any more.
But William!
No no. No, Dolly.
No more pretending.
I've finished
with it.
Let the Lord use us
as we are.
(Pastor Carey Thinking) So,
finally we have arrived in Calcutta,
the city of my dreams.
I feel like the Apostle Paul
when he first saw Athens
and his spirit was
"stirred within him."
This is one of the finest
countries in the world,
full of industrious people,
so remarkably talkative
and curious.
The fields are indeed
white and ready for harvest.
William! Relax!
Look natural.
No, no, no.
I don't want them. No.
Good morning Sir.
Is all well?
Splendid!
Just enjoying the welcome.
Are you all right,
Ma'am?
Yes, fine
thank you.
You shouldn't
encourage them.
No, I'm sorry.
Would you
like an escort?
Thank you,
but we are fine.
Where are
you heading?
It's alright Officer.
They're with me.
Company Surgeon Thomas -
back from home leave.
I think I stitched you
together after your, er...
disagreement with
an angry husband.
Rather anxious to keep it from
the Governor General I recall.
I must look him up
again now I'm back.
I think you can leave
these good folk in my care.
Good day,
Mr. Fletcher.
Do you really know
the Governor General?
In a manner
of speaking.
Met him once
at a funeral!
Are we entering Calcutta as
illegal immigrants and as liars?
No, my dear.
As ambassadors.
[Indian Language Spoken]
You'd better get some food
on for us, Gahwar.
There's a good chap.
Come along William.
The servants will
see to that.
How can we build
a community here in Calcutta
with the East India Company
breathing down our necks?
We'll have to be careful,
I admit.
But it does have
its advantages.
What advantages?
This house,
for instance.
This house is...
it's obscene, John.
How can we possibly justify it
with our limited resources.
And all these servants,
they're so unnecessary.
That, if I
may say so,
is the opinion of a man who
has never lived in India.
I dare say.
But, how much is all
this going to cost?
Do you really think
the people will accept us
while we're living here
in this mansion
with half a dozen servants
to wait on us hand and foot?
Chapati Sahib?
No, thank you.
You think they'll respect you
more for living in a hovel?
There's nothing
noble about poverty.
Perhaps not.
But there's nothing
to be ashamed of either.
We came here with a clear plan
for establishing a mission
and I just can't see
where this place fits in.
We simply don't
have the money.
We shall see.
It's not a question
of my comfort.
I'm...
It's ridiculous John.
The way we're living, we'll be
out of funds in no time at all.
Trust me, William,
I know what I'm doing.
I still think that we should
stick to the original plan,
to live modestly
off the land.
Out of sight
and out of trouble.
You wouldn't
last a month!
Of course
we would!
Nonsense!
Then I must insist on having
my share of the funds
to use as I wish.
We're here to preach
the Gospel, John -
in the byways,
and in the villages -
not in jail
or on the boat back home.
Now, I must do it -
and if you won't
honour that commission,
Then I'll...
You'll what?
I'll have to ask you for my
share of the funds John,
though God knows that
is not what I want.
All right
if you insist!
Go on! Take it!
What are these for?
To sell -
what do you think?
But where's
the money?
Here!
You've really no idea
how to survive
in this country,
have you?
Well, I wouldn't
have chosen this way!
Let me show you how things
really work here.
[Indian Language Spoken]
What's he saying?
He says, he will only pay
three hundred Rupees.
Tell him that they're the best
quality from England -
but we'll accept
450 Rupees.
Look -
best English quality.
We can not accept
less than 450 Rupees.
Where else would you
get anything this good?
You asking me where?
There, my brother,
he's selling scissors.
And over there, my cousin,
he's selling scissors,
and over there,
another cousin of mine,
he's selling pen knives
and scissors,
and over there, goodness
knows who's selling scissors.
Sahib - all from England...
and all better than these.
How was I to know
there would be a glut
of scissors
and pen knives?
How could
you do this to us?
We've hardly arrived and
already our money's half gone.
I did what
I thought best!
Yes, well your best has put
our whole mission in jeopardy.
How can I preach the Gospel
if my family is starving?
I wouldn't shout
your intentions in public.
If the wrong people hear,
we'll be out of the country
before you can say...
scissors!
Well, then I
shall not say scissors!
John, I'm sorry.
We must find a better way
to solve our differences.
We certainly must.
Come on.
Dr. Thomas!
Mr. Fletcher.
What can I do for you?
We have a warrant
for your arrest.
There must
be some mistake.
You're charged
with leaving England
with unpaid debts in excess
of two hundred pounds.
Oh come now,
you can't really
This way, Sir,
if you please.
Unhand me!
You'll regret this.
Don't worry William -
soon have this sorted out.
Hmmm... William?
I'm sorry,
did I wake you?
No,
It's all right.
I just came over
so tired.
Have you had
a good day?
I'm afraid not.
What's wrong?
John's been arrested for debts
he failed to clear in London -
and he spent all our money
on worthless knives and scissors
that he thought he could
sell at a profit.
What's going
to happen?
I don't know Dolly.
And we can't afford
to stay here.
And if I'm
caught preaching,
I'll also be arrested
and shipped back home.
Even if I avoid that,
we're on our own now,
and that's not how
we planned it!
How could I have been
taken in by him?
Oh, William.
Wait! I think this
must be it.
William,
we can't live here!
Of course we can.
We'll do it up.
Oh, you
can't mean that.
I doubt if it
is even safe.
By the time we've finished
it will be a palace -
just wait and see.
Come on.
Here we are -
Felix, open the windows.
Peter, help mummy
with the bags,
Kitty and I can
sweep through,
and in the light of day
you'll be surprised
at the change we'll see.
Why do we
have to live here?
It was much nicer
in Calcutta.
We can't afford
to live in Calcutta.
John managed it.
John spent our money
as well as his own.
And look where
it got him.
Well, at least
he had priorities.
And so do I, Kitty.
Just not the same ones.
I don't want
to live here.
We don't have
much choice, Felix.
Kitty, will you see to a meal,
I must feed Jabez.
It'll all work out Dolly,
just wait and see.
Hello!...
Hello Sahib!
Come in.
Oh, Basu, good to see you.
Come in, come in.
I got your note, Sahib,
but why are you living here?
Because it's
all we can afford.
Never have I seen an Englishman
living like this.
Well, perhaps we can break
a few more taboos.
Basu, we need
a plot of land -
big enough to grow
our own food.
Could you find something?
I will try Sahib, but such
land does not grow on trees.
No, of course not.
But you will try?
Of course.
Oh, another thing -
would you be willing to help
me improve my Bengali?
I'm afraid I can't
pay you much but...
Oh, it will be
my pleasure, Sahib.
Good!
When can we start?
There is no time
like the present.
[Speaking lndian Language]
What's your name?
William Carey.
Well, Mr Carey.
I hope you weren't doing
what I think you were.
Perhaps you'd better go home
before I ask any more questions.
What am I to do?
I'm here to preach
the Gospel,
and yet if I do I am likely
to be put in prison...
or deported.
How can you be so sure this
is where God wants you?
I don't know Kitty,
but it's a conviction
that has grown within me
and I dare not ignore it.
But you could serve
Him somewhere other than
this God forsaken place!
Kitty my dear,
I know what you are saying,
but I believe this
is where He has put me,
and until it's clear we
should move, then I must stay.
Well - at least you
could find some work
and provide security
for your family.
God knows we need it.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] If only my family felt at one with me in the work,
I would find
a great burden removed.
I am in a strange land,
alone in the midst
of many people.
I have no Christian friend,
a large family to feed
and I am finding it
difficult to provide
for their most
basic needs.
Have I so misunderstood
God's will?
Since moving to Bendel,
Dorothy and the boys have all
been suffering from dysentery.
Dear God,
what is happening to us?
There are times we despair
even of life itself.
Dorothy, what
are you doing up?
Can't lie in bed
all day.
But, you're not well -
you should rest.
But, who'll look
after everything?
Well,
me of course.
Then it's a pity your not better
occupied than picking flowers.
Well, at least they
brighten up the place!
It'd be better to have
the house cleaned
and the washing done.
Oh, that's not fair!
You know I'm doing
all of that.
And what
about the cooking?
Meals don't
make themselves!
Can't you see there's no
food in the house.
Huh!
The place is a tiff.
It's no wonder we've all been
ill with such filth everywhere.
Oh, and that's my
fault too I suppose?
I'm doing my best.
Why don't you
ask William
why we're in this hovel
with no food!
He brought us here.
Can I have
one please?
No, I'm afraid not,
Peter.
Please.
No, no.
Come on, Peter. Come on.
Carey Sahib!... Carey Sahib!
Asha! Good Morning.
Good morning, Sahib.
I was just coming
to your house...
Hello Peter.
Sahib, I've brought some
vegetables from my garden.
I thought your wife
might like them.
No, no,
I couldn't possibly.
Please, Sahib.
If your wife and the
children don't eat
they will fall ”I.
But you need.
I mean...
We have plenty.
Please -
I know you need it.
It's too kind
of you.
I... I don't know
what to say.
Oh, it's nothing.
You're always welcome.
And this, Peter, is for you.
Just a few sweets
I made this morning.
Peter?
It's a fine thing when we
have to rely on charity.
My dear, it's
God's provision
whether it comes from our own
labours or the hand of a friend.
Let's just
be thankful.
It's humiliating.
Peter...
Thank you
Father for your gracious gifts.
May we rejoice in your
goodness and continue
in your service. Amen.
I think William you
could give more thought
to your family.
Kitty, don't you think
I want the best for all of us?
Would any father want to see
his family live in squalor -
not knowing where their
next meal will come from?
I just don't see why we
have to live in such a slum.
Because, I must serve God
where He wants me,
not just seek
out my own comfort.
But it's not
just your comfort.
There's your
family as well!
The bread of adversity
is never easy to swallow.
Well perhaps you
should think twice
before making
others share it!
Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
Please! Stop it!
Please!... Stop!
Namee Yeasu Christo!
(In the name of Jesus Christ)
Bando karo!
Yeasu Christo namai.
(In the name of Jesus Christ)
Please!
No... Oh, dear God.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] During the long voyage from England,
and our three
months here,
I have tried to prepare myself
in every way for this task
of ministering to
the people of India.
But in truth nothing
could have prepared me
for the horror I have
witnessed today.
A young woman burnt alive on
the funeral pyre of her husband.
Please God, give me the key
that will unlock the fear
and superstition that drives
them to this terrible act,
and to share with them the love
and freedom that is in Christ.
William, I think
you'd better come.
What is it?
I don't know.
Some dreadful disease
I've no doubt.
And for what?
Not now Kitty.
Get some cold
water and a cloth.
Dolly, my dear.
Snakes -
where are they?
Mustn't touch....
the children mustn't touch.
Shhh. It's all right.
There are no snakes.
Shouldn't have listened to you.
We'll all die.
Don't fret Dolly,
I won't let that happen.
This is enough
William.
You must get her
back to England.
Not now Kitty.
When will you see
what you're doing to us all?
Kitty!
This is neither
the time nor the place.
When is the time?
When we're all dead?
[Pastor Carey Thinking] I don't know what to do any more.
With Dolly struck low,
I can only pray that God
will restore her to health.
Where do I go from here?
How I long for a renewal
of the vision
that brought us
to this land.
Sahib, Sahib, I have heard
wonderful news from my cousin.
Apiece of land is available
in the Sunderbans
ready for growing crops
with a bungalow already built.
It could be available
rent free to the right person.
And I am sure you are a very
right person Sahib.
Oh, this must
be a gift from God.
Basu, bless you.
Sahib, it's here!
[Conversation in Indian
language with house boy]
Sahib, the bungalow
is not free.
What?
Yes.
It's the home
of one Mr. Short
of the East India
Company who is...
who is out at the moment.
Now what?
Oh William.
What are we going to do?
I really don't know Dolly.
Excuse me,
can I help?
I'm Charles Short.
William Carey, Sir -
and my family.
You're Mr. Short
from the bungalow?
Yes, With the Salt Department.
I hadn't expected to see
any English folk today.
We're a missionary family sir,
expecting to have found
the bungalow empty.
We had been assured that
we could live there.
Ah! Well,
I had intended to move
but the Company
insisted otherwise.
Look, I've plenty of room.
You're welcome to stay
with me for a while.
It'll soon be dark,
so let me help you
with your bags.
Oh, please, allow me.
Thank you.
Oh, Thank you, Hori.
So, you're a missionary, Mr. Carey?
Yes, the first from our Baptist Mission.
Well, there aren't
too many people here -
unless you want to convert
the tigers, what?
Tigers?
Yes. 20 people were killed
by them last year,
which is why so many people
have left the area.
Oh, but they needn't
be a problem.
So now you're here,
what are you going to do?
Well, I've been
allocated some land
which I intend
to cultivate,
but my real task
is to preach the Gospel.
You say there are not
many people here?
Oh, they'll come back,
they always do.
Look, I shan't say a word to
the Company about your plans -
but I'm not
a religious man,
so please don't
make me a target.
Agreed.
Good.
Tomorrow we can decide
where to build your house,
and plant your garden.
Now, Miss Kitty,
perhaps I could tempt you?
How can you smoke
that awful thing?
Who's troubled most
by mosquitoes - you or me?
I don't know why they
find me so attractive.
I think
I could guess.
Oh, what
a beautiful sunset!
Yes, Just what I was
saying to Kitty.
We're not seeing
many of the locals
returning, Charles.
Oh, more will come
when they see
you're not afraid of the tigers
or the night spirits.
I hope so.
Being a missionary does require
people to preach to, you know.
Mind you, it would
solve my dilemma
of what to say
to the Company!
Oh, by the way,
this came for you earlier.
Oh!
You really don't
have to do that -
Sunil does
all the washing.
Well, old habits
die hard!
I have an old habit
of taking a stroll about now.
Will you join me?
Well, I have just finished
and Dorothy won't
need me for a while, so,
yes,
I'd like that.
So, how do you
like India?
It's getting better.
But I'm sure
I wouldn't have come
if I'd known
how hard it would be.
So why did you?
For Dolly's sake.
She wouldn't come
without me
and I couldn't see
the family split up.
I was finally persuaded
by Dr.Thomas.
Ah! I know him
from of old.
On top of everything
we discovered
we were
illegal immigrants.
Though all William
wants to do is preach.
The Company's only
interested in one thing.
If missionaries upset
the locals, trade would suffer.
You know, I didn't want to come
to such a remote place,
but now I'm glad
we did.
So am I.
It's nice here,
I feel safe.
So long as you're
not too venture-some.
Even I don't go
far without this.
It's not just the tigers,
there are snakes too.
Oh Charles.
It's all right.
I'll look after you.
Uncle Charles! Uncle Charles!
There's a tiger!
What? Where?
There were two of them -
and they were chasing us!
There were three
big, huge ones.
All right boys,
you're safe now.
Come on, let's go.
I know you're
concerned
but It's rare for a tiger
to attack humans.
Tell that to the 20 men
killed last year.
Look, I received this
from John yesterday...
Where from -
prison?
Apologizing.
[Reading letter]
"I know, my dear brother,
the extent to which
I have failed you,
and can only ask
for your forgiveness
and the chance to make
a new start."
Not before time.
What's he after?
He's been offered
a job as a manager
of an indigo factory
at £250 a year.
Well, let's hope
he can keep it.
And his employer has offered
me a similar job at Mudnabattl.
Mudnabatti?
And what do you
know about indigo?
You're a missionary,
not a factory manager.
I'd have to learn -
but at least I'd have
a ready-made congregation there.
You'd have a salary too -
and security.
How many more
moves will there be?
Perhaps this
is from God Dolly.
Just think
of the advantages.
But, we've only
been here three weeks.
Oh Kitty, what next?
Kitty?
This may come as somewhat
of a shock, but today,
I asked Kitty
to marry me,
and she has done me
the honour of accepting.
Charles, Kitty my dear,
congratulations.
So, if you go to Mudnabatti,
it will be without Kitty.
God bless you both.
Oh Kitty...
[Pastor Carey Thinking] Perhaps now,
we can finally settle down.
For so long my days have been
clouded with heaviness,
but now I begin to be like
a traveller,
beaten out
in a violent storm,
who with all his clothes
dripping wet,
sees the sky
at last beginning to clear.
They look content.
They're secure here.
And they enjoy
helping you.
You're looking
better too.
I try,
but I miss Kitty so.
I know, my dear.
I know.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Basu, why don't
they respond?
With practice they will
understand you better Sahib.
You mean
I'm not very good?
It is hard
for you,
and there is much
tradition to overcome.
I wanted to ask
you something.
Just after we arrived
from England,
I came across
a funeral
at which the widow
of the dead man was burned.
It's a custom we call Sati.
What makes women do it -
are they forced?
Not all.
Hindu belief that life
is a constant cycle -
that death is followed
by rebirth -
is very powerful.
A supreme act of
sacrifice in this life
will guarantee a better
reincarnation.
The belief
is often much stronger
than the fear
of pain or death.
But the woman could
be quite young -
would the family approve?
They would expect it.
The wife would bring
shame on her whole family
if she didn't
follow the custom.
And is it
always followed?
No. Not always.
It depends on the family
and how devout they are.
But it's not commanded
in the Hindu Scriptures.
No, but
it's tradition.
Most people don't
have the Shastras,
and certainly
not in Bengali.
Well, then we should
give them the Shastras
as well as
the Gospel in Bengali.
Then they'll see from
their own Scriptures,
that Sati is not
a religious obligation.
(Son, off-screen) Daddy!
Come quickly. It's Peter!
What is it?
He's got
a high fever.
What should we do?
How should I know?
John would know
what to do.
So would Kitty.
Please God.
Don't take the life
of my little boy.
Please in the name
of the Lord Jesus.
William! William!
You must come!
He's getting worse.
What can we do?
We've done
all we can.
He's in
the Lord's hands.
[Dorothy wailing in grief]
NO!
[Pastor Carey Thinking]
Oh cruel death -
and cruel tradition
that leaves me alone
to bury my own
dear son.
The Indians are
afraid of losing caste.
If they touch the dead
body of my dear child,
they become outcasts.
It is a high price to pay
and I can not
blame them for that.
How I hate the superstitions
that so possess them.
[Speaking Indian Language]
...the life of our
dear son Peter.
In the name of the
Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Amen.
Come away Dolly.
You must leave him now.
Murderer! Murderer!
You killed him.
I can't
take any more.
Take me home.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] Dear God,
have I so misread your will?
Is being in India no
more than the pursuit
of childhood fantasies
of travel and adventure?
Have I sought to justify
my own desires
under the banner of
Christ's commission?
Oh wretched
man to have inflicted
such suffering on
those I love most dear.
And yet - I can't
put out of my mind
the millions who
live in darkness
of tradition and superstition,
which only the light
of Christ can drive away.
How can we love others
and not wish the best for them?
Every villager has the right
to read for himself
of the light of Christ
in his own language.
Dear God - is that why
you've brought me here -
to give your word
to the villagers
in their own language
and teach them to read it?
I can't blame you
Dolly for wanting to go -
or for doubting Him.
It's not easy to have
faith in the midst of suffering
when there's
no proof of God.
But despite everything
we must trust,
we must have faith,
even if it's all
we're hanging on by.
In spite of everything,
I choose to believe in Him,
because I know I'm
here for a purpose.
How can we leave India?
Thousands of women die on
their husband's funeral pyres
through fear
and superstition.
I can't abandon them
in our darkest hour
when they live in
perpetual darkness.
I can never leave India
until the light of God's love
drives out
that darkness.
That's why
I'm here Dolly -
to light a candle in a dark place.
Where is
Carey Sahib?
Dhanyabad
(Thank you)
Mr. Carey?
Yes?
William Ward, sir.
Just arrived from
England to join you.
From England?
And you... er... you...
Sent by the Society and I bring
you their good wishes.
Thank God!
How I've prayed
for this day.
Thank God!
What's your trade?
Well, I was
a master printer.
A printer?
I've got the whole of the
New Testament waiting for you.
Come on.
So Lord Wellesley
is accusing me
of harbouring
dangerous French spies!
I am instructed
to interview them
and report their
particulars Sir.
Well do remember that though
the East India Company
controls much of India,
you now stand on
Danish territory.
Surrounded entirely by land
controlled by Britain.
Any trespass
outside Serampore
would put them under his
Lordship's jurisdiction.
And any harassment
of those under the protection
of the Danish Crown would
be seen as very serious.
His Lordship feels that Papists
could be French Sir,
and that with Napoleon
frustrated in Europe
he could turn
his eyes on India.
He needs to be sure that
these new arrivals
are not French spies.
Well, to put your mind
at rest Mr. Fletcher,
let me introduce you
to our Papist Priests.
One of their number,
a Mr. Ward, is absent -
visiting a friend -
but the others are here.
Ah!
Mr. Joshua Marshman
and his wife Hannah.
Baptist missionaries from
England, Not Papist!
The others are resting -
perhaps you'd like to meet
them and the children, later?
No Sir, that won't be necessary,
but I would remind you,
the Company sees
missionary activity
as counter
to local custom
and therefore
a threat to civil order.
Your Company is interested
only in trading rights
and maximizing
profits.
What happens here is the
concern of the King of Denmark -
and it is to him alone
that I answer -
and not the British
Governor-General!
So you're
really a printer?
Have been for
fifteen years.
Well, you must
come and settle here.
I've got a small press
that you can set up,
and then there's
your companions -
they're teachers you say? -
They could
start a school..
William!
William!
The Company won't let
us out of Serampore.
I only slipped
out secretly.
You must join us!
With Danish protection,
think what we could achieve.
Will, it's tempting, but my wife...
[Dorothy Wailing Screams]
Is she alright?
She's paid a high
price for coming here.
Is she often like this?
Some days she's... she's well.
And others...
There are women with us
who would love her William -
and give you and the boys
all the support you need.
But what has her
sacrifice achieved, Will?
Even the Society,
they think I'm more interested
in being a merchant
than a missionary.
I think they only
want to hear about
people flocking
to the Lord.
Yes, but they haven't
exactly been doing that.
Does that
trouble you?
It troubles me that perhaps
I've missed my calling.
Perhaps I've failed
with my preaching
because I should
be concentrating
on the written word.
Maybe I'm a planter,
not a harvester.
You know, so many
people live in bondage.
We're chained to what
we don't understand.
We're chained to what
we do understand.
We're chained to ignorance
and superstition,
and God forgive,
we're chained to tradition.
Men impale
themselves on hooks.
Babies are sacrificed
in the Ganges.
Women die on their
husband's funeral pyres -
and it's all in
the name of tradition.
And yet we have the very
thing to set them free.
The word of God.
If we could just give it to them
in their own language.
I think of it, Will,
and your arrival here
gives me such heart.
It all begins
to make sense...
You know the hymn, Will?
"I once was lost,
but now I'm found,
was blind,
but now I see."
Give me a month -
and God willing we'll
be together in Serampore.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] Today we arrived
at the tiny Danish settlement of Serampore
on the banks
of the mighty Hooghly River.
I scarcely dare to hope
that the vision
that has been lying
dormant for so long,
may at last be pushing up its
shoots into the light of day.
Dear God,
let it be now.
Will!
William, Dorothy,
you've made it.
Weary and dusty -
but safe.
Ah, welcome.
Welcome all of you.
Your rooms are ready.
Come on in.
Oh, be careful
with those plants
Joshua, Hannah, meet William
and Dorothy - and the boys.
Welcome to Serampore.
Thank you Joshua.
And Hannah!
You must
meet Dorothy.
Welcome! I'm so glad
you're here.
Joshua and Hannah
are teachers from Bristol.
We need them.
Then we heard you'd thrown
away some of your clothes
to make room
for even more plants!
Well might you laugh -
but Mr Roxburgh will
be delighted with them
for the
Botanical Gardens.
I met him last week and told him
that you were a gardener.
I'm hoping that he'll let me
have a few bulbs,
then we can have
a real English garden.
Or a Danish one.
We wouldn't have this house
if it wasn't for Colonel Bie.
The Danish Governor?
He wrote to welcome me as
"an honoured friend".
Aye.
He's a good man.
He's offered
to build us a church
and provide premises
for a school.
Excellent!
Now- I can write
and translate -
and do the gardening!
And Joshua,
I hear you can preach.
And Will, you'll
work the press.
The Bengali Testament -
think of it!
And Hannah,
you must start your school.
If we plant faithfully,
then God will bring the harvest!
And we'll pool
what we earn -
the press should
make a profit.
And the school,
there will be
plenty of European parents
happy to pay for their
children's education.
Can you imagine what we've been
through these six years?
I mean,
not a single convert,
and fearing that God
had abandoned us,
or that I'd
misheard His call.
I don't know why
we've suffered so,
but I know God's never
been far away.
There's been a reason for
everything and we shall find it,
here, in Serampore, with all
your ideas and enthusiasm.
Any cuttings you want -
just take them.
Thank you Colonel,
you're most kind.
Ah! Let me introduce
my other guest.
Lady Charlotte here
gives valuable help
in running
our little colony.
Mr William Ward.
Enchanted.
Mr. Ward.
Mr. William Carey.
Delighted
to meet you.
Welcome,
Mr. Carey.
And welcome to Serampore,
Gentlemen.
Thank you.
Please...
Well, I hope you will enjoy
living here Mr. Carey,
though I'm afraid
we can't compare
with the splendours
of British Calcutta.
On the contrary
Lady Charlotte,
a colony that offers
the sharing of the Gospel
seems to me far more attractive
than one that doesn't.
I hear that in England you were
a shoemaker, Mr. Carey.
Not a good one sir.
I mostly mended them.
Charlotte, Mr. Ward here
is a Master Printer.
We were talking earlier of the
print shop he wants to set up.
Printing fascinates me,
Mr. Ward.
Then as soon as the press
is set up
you must come
and see it in action.
I should like that.
What do you
need most Mr. Ward?
Well, Mr. Carey
already has a press,
we just need ink
and paper and founts of type.
You might need to make
your own type
but I can recommend a merchant
in Calcutta for the rest,
once I've issued you
with Danish passports.
Thank you Colonel.
Huh! You might
as well have both God
and the Danish Crown
to protect you!
I thought I'd
find you here.
Would you
like to walk?
Joshua's out visiting,
seeing parents who have put
their boys down for the school.
I want to open
a girls' school next,
then one for
Indian children.
Yesterday we met a lovely
Brahmin gentleman.
Why did you
come here?
We were teaching in Bristol
and heard how you'd all come.
But you
wanted to come?
Yes - we knew
God was calling us.
It's all right for you -
you can read and write.
You can be part
of Joshua's work.
But it was your example
that encouraged me to come.
When I left England I said
goodbye to everything I knew.
I don't even have my
sister to talk to now.
I'll be your
sister, Dorothy.
I'm just a millstone
round his neck.
No,
William loves you.
Everything is
slipping away -
and when I think
of tomorrow -
there' s nothing there.
He won't still love me Hannah,
I know he won't.
Oh!
Ah, it's good
to be able to leave
an apprentice
to look after things.
Who's that?
Young man
called Felix Carey.
Says he wants to be
a Master Printer!
Really?
What's he doing?
What every apprentice should
be doing on his first day,
sweeping the floor,
polishing the press!
Ah! Is this it?
Mr. Carey -
and you must be Mr. Ward?
Yes... er...
Good morning.
I've been following
your exploits
with interest,
Mr. Carey
- and that
of your associates.
You not only entered
India illegally,
but for several years have
moved around preaching
and converting
the villagers.
Well, at least it's correct
to say that I've preached...
That's against
the law Mr. Carey.
But I obey
Christ's command
that we preach the Gospel
to all nations.
The law here is that
of Lord Wellesley
and he doesn't allow
illegal immigrants
to upset the locals
by preaching customs
which are alien
to them.
Our mission
here is simply...
You are here
without permission
and clearly on an
illegal enterprise.
I must ask you both
to come with me.
But we are residents
of Serampore
and not under the authority
of Lord Wellesley.
But this is Calcutta -
not Serampore.
And this is
a Danish passport,
which unless
I'm mistaken
guarantees us the protection
of the Danish crown.
Tread carefully Mr. Carey,
tread very carefully.
[Screaming and shouting]
If you hadn't
brought us here,
Peter would
still be alive!
Oh! Agh!
Dolly! Agh!
Murderer! Aaaagh!
Will!
What's happened?
It's Dolly.
She's in such a state.
Don't you think she'd be
better cared for elsewhere.
What are you saying?
That I... That I put her
in an institution?
It might
be an act of love.
When I married Dolly,
it was to love and cherish
in sickness and in health.
Till death, Joshua.
Till death.
Shall I love her more by
assigning her care to strangers?
No, I could never
put Dolly away. Never!
Three hundred rupees?
Every month,
and with the demand
for places growing,
that will increase.
So, as long as the numbers are
high in the English Schools
the fees will continue
to fund the native schools.
Yes.
Joshua.
Do you like it?
Why, yes.
Can't we start a class
for local girls?
I'm sure they'd come.
I don't think parents
would approve
of their daughters learning
to read and write....
Excuse me.
I am wanting to enroll my son,
Nishi, in your school.
Of course,
come in.
I'm a friend of Mr. Basu
and we also knew Carey Sahib
when they lived
near Calcutta.
We'll be pleased
to have your son here.
Thank you Memsahib.
(Madame)
Do you by any chance
have a daughter?
Yes,
she's six.
If we had a girl's class,
would she come?
I don't know,
Memsahib.
Her father may worry
she lose caste.
Oh, Excuse me.
William, I think
you two have met.
Asha! What are you
doing here?
Mr. Basu found a job
for my husband here.
That's wonderful!
How good to see you.
My son Nishi.
Nishi? Namaskar!
(Hello)
You wait till
you see the boys -
you won't
recognize them!
I was so sorry
to hear about Peter.
You've had
a terrible time.
Yes. It's been worse
for Mrs. Carey
She took it
very badly.
But, thank you.
[Pastor Carey Thinking]
The schools are growing.
I work unceasingly
at learning new languages
and translating the Bible
into them.
The print shop is already
supplying all its own materials,
and soon we shall be giving
to the people of India their
own great works of literature,
and the Word of God.
Look, William.
Look!
We're nearly
there Will!
After all this time.
We're nearly there.
There's a few
corrections, mind.
I er... I hope
I'm not intruding.
No. This is an epic moment - look!
Our Bengali Testament.
How wonderful.
What skills you have.
They're God's gifts
and He'll use them.
Now, let me
show you around.
Everything you see here -
paper, ink, type -
all of it is made
here in Serampore.
Remarkable -
and you print so much.
This press will be the very
heart of our Renaissance.
(CHARLOTTE) With all these languages it's more like a Pentecost!
They're beautiful.
(Pastor Carey) We're been accused from England
of inventing languages
so we can claim to print
the Scriptures in them!
You must ignore
such ignorance.
They can't even
begin to understand
what their
missionaries achieve.
Well, these are
my missionaries
and I trust the Lord
to use them.
William.
Yes!
[Chants a prayer
in Indian Language]
I think that
wave was for me.
John, what
are you doing here?
Visiting
an old friend.
It's good to see you,
how are you?
Perhaps a little humbler
than last we met.
[Groaning]
Let me have
a look Krishna...
Can you move
your arm?
No Sahib.
You've dislocated
your shoulder,
and to put it back
will be very painful.
Do you understand?
Yes, Yes Sahib.
Hold him tightly.
This won't be easy.
Aghhhh!
Now, that will be
painful for a while -
but it will get better.
Thank you, Sahib.
God will bless you
for your goodness.
He'll bless us both -
not for our goodness
but because he loves us
and because his Son
died for us.
I've heard
that before -
but isn't the death of God's
son a shameful thing?
God's love for you,
Krishna,
proves you're very
precious to Him.
Now, go home
and rest.
I want to see you
in a couple of days time.
Will you come and see me
at the mission?
Yes, Sahib.
Krishna,
can you read?
Yes Sahib.
I can.
Then take this.
It's the book of Matthew,
Sahib, and it tells how Jesus
was hurt and killed and won
a mighty victory over death
so that we can
all live forever with Him.
(Krishna) Thank you, Sahib.
I will read it to my family.
[Speaking Indian Language]
For seven years
I've waited.
And now we have
brother Krishna -
the first
of the harvest.
Welcome to our
fellowship of believers.
Thank you.
I am most happy.
Thank you for
opening my eyes.
It's God who has opened your
eyes and has forgiven you.
Yes, Sahib.
Krishna, It's good
you're here.
I must leave tomorrow,
but my prayers will be with you.
Thank you,
Dr. Sahib.
Now, will you share
our fellowship meal?
Yes, I should
like that.
You know what
this might mean?
They will say I have
broken caste.
We are all equal
in God's eyes,
and we recognize no barriers
of caste or race here,
so let's eat our meal
and rejoice.
Thank you.
[Shouting from an angry crowd]
[Gunshots fire]
Who is responsible
for this?
This man is 'Feringhi'.
He's a traitor.
So what is his crime?
He has eaten with
the European missionaries
and has broken caste.
This man is under the protection
of the Danish Crown -
as is everyone here.
How can he be a traitor
by having a meal
with my friends?
Sahib, this is our way.
Nobody can be a Christian
and eat with foreigners
without being
cast out and...
I forbid you to harm
this man or his family.
Anyone who does
will answer to me.
Now, home -
all of you!
[Speaking Indian Language -
words of concern]
Krishna Pal, on the
confession of your faith
in our Lord Jesus Christ,
and at your own request,
I baptize you
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost.
Krishna, you know there is
nothing sacred in this water -
only in the miracle
that has made you clean.
Yes Sahib, and I will pray
that my wife and my family
will also be baptized.
And God will answer
your prayers,
but you must
trust Him.
Yes, Sahib.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Come.
Welcome to our fold.
I'm so happy
for you.
(Krishna Pal)
Thank you very much.
The chain of caste is broken
my friend. Welcome!
(Krishna Pal)
Yes, Sahib.
Welcome.
God bless you.
[Speaking in Indian Language]
God bless you.
Thank you.
Congratulations.
Welcome.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Bhairav, it's
good you're here.
Yes Sahib, I think I want to
know more about your Jesus God.
Then he's already
at work in your heart.
Seven years
and at last,
the New Testament
in Bengali!
Years of planting and waiting
for the shoots to grow.
And look!
Indian brethren baptized
and others soon to follow.
The Bengali Scripture -
the schools,
the work among the poor
and the sick, God is at work,
and through his grace,
the harvest has begun.
[Pastor Carey Speaking] Spurred on by
the prospect of a new church in India,
we are building
more schools to prepare
men and women
for leadership.
Over there?
Right over there,
beyond the pond.
Look, this is what
it's going to be like.
It's wonderful.
You must come and visit
the school when it's built.
Thank you.
You've achieved
so much already.
With a lot
of help!
William, you must come -
it's Dorothy.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Dolly?...
Dolly,
can you hear me?...
[crying]
Dolly, I'm so sorry.
'I am the resurrection
and the life,' saith the Lord,
'he that believeth in Me,
though he were dead,
yet shall he live.'
We commit the body of our dear
departed sister Dorothy,
to the earth, and her soul
to Almighty God.
May she rest in peace, and
perpetual light shine upon her.
Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away,
blessed be the name
of the Lord. Amen.
(ALL) Amen.
That's all for today.
I'll see you again tomorrow.
Off you go.
(Boys) Goodbye.
Goodbye -
there you go boys.
Put your things on there, that's it.
You've worked very hard today.
Asha! Hello.
Hello Memsahib.
Memsahib, I've talked to my
husband and he's agreed
that his daughter may
also come to school.
Wonderful!
Our girl's class
starts on Monday -
will you bring
her then?
Yes Memsahib.
Good.
And how is Bhairav?
He's well.
He's reading the Bible
with Krishna this afternoon.
Krishna wants
him baptized.
And what
about you Asha?
What do you want?
I don't know.
I'm just frightened
about what may happen.
Good morning
Mr. Carey,
I was hoping to have
a word with you.
Why, yes, of course
Mr. Fletcher.
Oh thank you.
How kind.
Quite a little industry.
Yes, well there's
plenty to do,
printing all
these translations.
Mr. Ward's away so I'm
trying to fill in for him.
You don't mind
if I continue, do you?
No, of course not.
Thank you.
Perhaps you could just...
thank you.
Lord Wellesley
asked me to visit you.
He is very impressed with
your work in translating
so many of the
Bengali classics.
Oh how kind.
Now where's that...?
Ah! You've got it.
Thank you.
He is unhappy that so few
of the Company's recruits
are familiar with
the local culture.
Few even learn
the language....
I've been saying
so for years.
So he has founded
Fort William College,
and I am here to ask
for your support Mr. Carey.
What?
You're asking for my help?
But you've always
opposed our mission.
Mr. Carey, I much
regret that,
but I know that Lord W ellesley
has the highest regard
for your language skills
and the balance you achieve
between religious
and secular literature.
So much so that he
invites you to take on
the teaching of Sanskrit
and Bengali in the college.
You'd of course have
pandits and scholars
to assist you
in this work.
500 rupees a month.
Think what the mission
could do with that!
And recognition by
the Company would remove
the constant threat of arrest
we've been living under.
How much time will
you spend there, William?
I'd leave by boat Monday
afternoon, and return Friday.
It's not something
to rush into.
I came to India
with great visions
of converting the Hindus
with my preaching...
My preaching.
Six years before
the first convert!
It's clear now that's not
the gift God has given me.
My gift is languages.
That's what I must do -
study, translate,
and teach.
Then, when the Lord
multiplies the harvest
they'll have Scriptures
to feed on.
I'll have time
and facilities
to do all of those things
at Fort William.
And the opportunity
to be alongside
the seat of government.
If we're going to play a part
in the abolition of Sati,
we need a voice,
where it will be heard.
And then,
a college of our own.
A college?
The Church
needs leaders,
so we must have a college
to train them.
Printing the word, education,
the abolition of Sati.
The three pillars
of our mission.
I've been asked to visit
Lord Wellesley next week
if I accept his offer.
Whatever you decide,
we're with you.
[Pastor Carey thinking]
This new status not only
provided finance
for the mission,
but it gave me the opportunity
I have longed for,
to fight those injustices
that have tormented
my heart
for so long.
I think you'll get
your ban on Sati
but it will take time.
You must persuade people
by argument, and not by force.
If only Indian
voices were heard.
Perhaps there's one - a Brahmin
financier in Calcutta -
a scholar too.
He's spoken out against
Sati and may be your man.
Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
Excuse me.
Can I help?
I am looking for
Professor Carey
Oh but, he is
away until next week.
I am his Pundit.
Is there anything
I can do?
I have read a pamphlet
of Professor Carey's
against the practice
of Sati.
It is indeed a subject on which
he feels strongly.
And he shows an unusual
understanding of our Shastras.
Yes, and he is presently
compiling a translation
of the Ramayana and a master
Sanskrit dictionary
showing how all our
languages are related.
Really!
Then he is indeed
a friend of India.
I look forward
to meeting him.
May I know
who called?
I am
Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
Oh!
[Pastor Carey Thinking] While the work of the mission continues,
every Monday I row
the 16 miles down river
to the city of Calcutta
and return the following Friday.
My time at Fort William
is filled with lectures
and more translation work,
not just of the Bible,
but many of the great works
of Indian literature.
Namaskaar
(Good morning)
Namaskaar
I have long wanted to meet
you Professor.
I am Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
I'm delighted
to meet you.
Thank you,
Professor.
We have much
to talk about.
Of course, there is so
much I would also
like to discuss
with you,
though we may not agree
on everything.
Then let's concentrate on
what we can agree on.
Now, you know that
I'm opposed to Sati -
and I know from your writings
that you feel the same.
We both know the Hindu
Scriptures do not require it,
and yet the East India
Company won't ban it
on the grounds that it
is a religious tradition
which can not be
interfered with.
Can we work together so that
your religious leaders
and the Governor General
can see that they're wrong?
Certainly -
but it will not be easy.
You see, the view is deeply
held that a woman who dies
on her husband's pyre
is doing a supreme act.
Her release from earthly
suffering and rebirth
into new life is a very
very powerful force
which will not easily
be overcome.
But many such sacrifices
are not voluntary.
Indeed, but we shall both
fight this battle
knowing we
do so together.
Professor, your love for our
country and our people
make you a true
friend of India.
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Help!
Get water, quick!
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Organize a line
of buckets!
Joshua! Forget the paper,
we must save the presses!
A beam smashed
his head.
Gently,
lay him down.
Will, be careful!
Joshua. Get some water -
on the roof!
Oh, Will!
[Pastor Carey Thinking] The fire has destroyed years of translation work,
preparation of an entire
Sanskrit Dictionary,
all our wood-cuts, type founts
and a new consignment
of paper from England.
It has been devastating
and the whole community
has suffered with it.
How are we to
understand such things?
Where do I go from here?
There is nothing I can do
but start all over again
with God's help and the
encouragement of those around me
especially dear Charlotte.
[Laughter and talking]
This is a shock
to us all.
How would it
reflect on the Mission?
Couldn't it wait?
William, I understand.
But what will
others think?
What about
another three months?
Then May
it shall be.
[Cheers and laughter]
Congratulations Sahib.
Thank you, I'm
so glad you came.
I have news for you which
I have kept especially
for your wedding day.
What's that?
I am wanting
to be baptized Sahib.
I have given my life to Christ
and must now take this step.
Oh, Bhairav!
Bless you.
I couldn't have had
a better wedding present.
Thank you Sahib.
Thank you very much.
[Pastor Carey Thinking]
The college which was founded
three years ago
with 37 students,
is holding its first
graduation ceremony
in the grand new buildings
at Serampore.
It will be open to all.
No caste, colour or country
shall bar anyone from admission
to this college,
and I pray that
the blessings of God
may be mightily
upon it.
William... William.
Congratulations.
Well done.
Oh, William.
Your dream has come true.
Not quite my dear - but here's
the man who may help it to.
Professor Carey,
Mrs. Carey.
I congratulate you
on your achievement.
Professor, I am
most impressed.
Thank you, but
I take little credit.
The house you see here,
God has built.
I thought it was our
Bengali builders!
Well, certainly
they played their part.
It's so
strange, Professor,
that it takes someone
from so far away
to spark our
Renaissance.
We are in your debt.
You're very
kind but you know
the breakthrough
I'm waiting for.
A little
patience Dr Carey.
I'm sure
we will succeed.
Please God!
Namaskaar,
(Good morning)
Hello Brother,
Namaskaar.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Hannah, I've got some
terrible news.
Bhairav's been murdered.
Oh Lord no! No!
What about Asha
and the children.
Where are they?
The children are with
Krishna and Rasoo.
No one knows about Asha.
Bhairav's parents have taken
his body to their village
to prevent there being
a Christian burial.
And?
No one knows
where Asha is.
We've looked
everywhere.
No one knows -
or no one's saying.
We must pray she's
not being held
against her will to be Sati,
Oh, please God, no! No!
His funeral was secret.
They probably fear that
if there was Sati,
the Mission would suspend
its good works.
And if not, their
traditions are weakened.
So no one's
saying a thing?
Even Krishna can't find out.
We have a martyred
brother and we're powerless
to comfort his wife -
even if she's alive.
You have influence.
But not power.
Would anyone raise
an eyebrow if Wellesley
marched into this tiny
Danish settlement
in response to my
interference?
Women are dying, needlessly -
thousands of them.
It's murder!
I know the figures - you drum
them into me often enough.
People killed in
religious pilgrimages,
and babies thrown
into the river,
but this is not
our country!
Oh, so, we're
not meant to care?
Care?
Do you think
I don't care?
The East India Company
is right -
you can't come to India with
its centuries of civilization
and tell them they're wrong
and we know best!
If I ban Sati and a riot
spread out of Serampore,
Wellesley would
roast me alive.
Does that mean
we do nothing?
No it does not!
[Pastor Carey Speaking] Spurred on by fear of the tragic death of Asha,
we took our cause to the highest
authority in the land
to fight against this wicked
practice of Sati.
Ram Mohan Roy
did much to persuade
not just his own people,
but took our cause
to Parliament itself.
At Serampore we used
every means available
to bring this evil to
the attention of those
who had the power
to stop it.
And then one Sunday
as I was preparing
for the morning service...
William, I should go
ahead with these.
All right, ljust need
to change a few things here.
For you Dr. Carey,
from the Governor General.
Oh. Thank you,
Krishna.
Joshua! Joshua!
What is it?
He's done it!
After all these years,
he's done it!
Who's done what?
The Governor General.
He's abolished Sati! Look!
He wants me to translate it
and send out copies immediately!
Oh, my love.
Thank God!
We must tell everyone.
No, you tell them.
If I delay who knows how
many more women may die.
Oh, Joshua, will
you preach for me?
I certainly will!
Oh, William!
You can't imagine what
our service was like.
We shed tears of Joy.
You should have been there.
There is nothing I would
rather have been doing
than translating
the Governor's letter.
Just think of the lives
it will save.
Dr. Carey
Asha!
Oh thank God,
thank God!
I had to wait
until it was safe.
Well, you're safe now.
You're amongst friends.
So, Will, the press,
the college,
the abolition
of Sati.
You've achieved
your three aims.
Who said I
only had three?
Now it so happens...
at the age of fourteen.
I am also pastor
of the local Baptist Church
here in Leicester.
Though I love this
small congregation,
God has laid on my heart
a great burden
for all the people
and nations of this world.
I have taken every
opportunity to study
their ways and customs,
and have for several years now,
pleaded with my fellow ministers
to form a society
for the propagation
of the gospel
to the far corners
of the earth.
Gentlemen, Gentlemen.
Order please.
Pastor Carey.
Please continue.
It's all here
in my Enquiry.
I've already laid out
a strategy for a mission.
Here is every known
country in the world,
its population,
its religions,
everything that we need
for the formation
of a missionary society...
It's here!
And this strategy,
what is the essence of it?
Community... I believe
that God is calling us
to work
in communities.
We need land to survive on,
with everyone working together
as they preach
the Gospel.
I see schools, colleges,
hospitals, printing shops,
the light of God reaching out
to touch folk at every level.
This is God's work.
Let us expect great
things from Him...
and let us attempt
great things for Him.
Mr. Chairman,
may I speak?
Mr Chairman,
may I introduce Dr. Thomas,
Surgeon to the
East India Company,
recently returned
from Calcutta.
Gentlemen...
the fields are white...
Never was the harvest
more ready for reaping -
or the need greater
for labourers
to bring in
that harvest.
God has presented us with
a task we must not ignore.
Never!
I won't do it!
Dolly, listen to me.
Don't just dismiss
it out of hand.
How can you
even ask such a thing?
You know I wouldn't ask this
if I didn't truly believe
this is what God
is calling us to.
Well he may be
calling you,
but he's not
calling me!
Do you really think I'm
going to set off for India
when our baby will
only be a few weeks old?
Mrs Carey, Calcutta is a highly
civilized place.
I worked there as a surgeon
for many years
and I assure you there
will be little more danger
than you'd find here.
We'll be working together,
Dolly, with Dr Thomas.
Lts everything
I've ever dreamed of.
That's all it
is William - dreams!
Well it sounds more
like a nightmare to me.
I won't go,
I won't!
Dolly, If I had
all the world,
l'd freely give it to have you
and the boys with me...
but my duty's clear.
I must go.
Mrs. Carey, what if your
sister Kitty was to come?
Would you
think again?
(Pastor Carey) For five long
and perilous months
we have struggled against
wind and storm
to reach our final destination
in the bay of Bengal.
My wife Dorothy
and her sister Kitty
were finally persuaded
to join us in this great work,
and I have spent much time
consoling them
during the journey and learning
the Bengali language.
Now, secretly,
under cover of darkness
we have finally reached
the shores of India.
I cannot wait to begin the work
we have been called to do.
Namaskar, Thomas
Sahib.
Basu, thank goodness
you're here.
But we must hurry.
We must not be seen.
This way.
Come please. This way.
Come in.
Come in all of you.
You are all
most welcome.
William.
Let me introduce
you properly.
This is Ram Ram Basu,
the best Pandit in India.
Namaskar Sahib.
Namaskar.
This is my wife Dorothy
and her sister Kitty,
and these are my sons
Peter and Felix.
The Lord has blessed
you Sahib.
What's a Pandit?
A Pandit's
a very learned man.
He taught me Bengali, and he
speaks lots of other languages.
You are all
welcome to our country.
And you too Peter Sahib.
No, Peter Carey.
Sahib means "Sir."
Now then Basu, how about getting
us to my house in Calcutta?
I suppose you should better
stay here tonight Sahib.
The East India Company
have been patrolling nearby,
and you might be seen.
Why should
we fear being seen?
They've forbidden
missionary activity here.
Why?
Bad for trade.
Might upset the locals.
So what next?
Perhaps a meal
and a long good sleep.
Oh no.
No thank you. No.
No thank you.
Sahib. This is my very good
friend Bhairav,
and his wife Asha.
Um...
Please, let not
the food get cold.
Are you not
eating with us?
We've already eaten.
He means they
won't eat with us.
Their caste system forbids
them to eat with foreigners -
we're outcasts!
Well, surely we're
all equal in God's eyes?
It's our
tradition, Sahib.
God preserve us
from traditions...
and vanity.
I don't need
this any more.
But William!
No no. No, Dolly.
No more pretending.
I've finished
with it.
Let the Lord use us
as we are.
(Pastor Carey Thinking) So,
finally we have arrived in Calcutta,
the city of my dreams.
I feel like the Apostle Paul
when he first saw Athens
and his spirit was
"stirred within him."
This is one of the finest
countries in the world,
full of industrious people,
so remarkably talkative
and curious.
The fields are indeed
white and ready for harvest.
William! Relax!
Look natural.
No, no, no.
I don't want them. No.
Good morning Sir.
Is all well?
Splendid!
Just enjoying the welcome.
Are you all right,
Ma'am?
Yes, fine
thank you.
You shouldn't
encourage them.
No, I'm sorry.
Would you
like an escort?
Thank you,
but we are fine.
Where are
you heading?
It's alright Officer.
They're with me.
Company Surgeon Thomas -
back from home leave.
I think I stitched you
together after your, er...
disagreement with
an angry husband.
Rather anxious to keep it from
the Governor General I recall.
I must look him up
again now I'm back.
I think you can leave
these good folk in my care.
Good day,
Mr. Fletcher.
Do you really know
the Governor General?
In a manner
of speaking.
Met him once
at a funeral!
Are we entering Calcutta as
illegal immigrants and as liars?
No, my dear.
As ambassadors.
[Indian Language Spoken]
You'd better get some food
on for us, Gahwar.
There's a good chap.
Come along William.
The servants will
see to that.
How can we build
a community here in Calcutta
with the East India Company
breathing down our necks?
We'll have to be careful,
I admit.
But it does have
its advantages.
What advantages?
This house,
for instance.
This house is...
it's obscene, John.
How can we possibly justify it
with our limited resources.
And all these servants,
they're so unnecessary.
That, if I
may say so,
is the opinion of a man who
has never lived in India.
I dare say.
But, how much is all
this going to cost?
Do you really think
the people will accept us
while we're living here
in this mansion
with half a dozen servants
to wait on us hand and foot?
Chapati Sahib?
No, thank you.
You think they'll respect you
more for living in a hovel?
There's nothing
noble about poverty.
Perhaps not.
But there's nothing
to be ashamed of either.
We came here with a clear plan
for establishing a mission
and I just can't see
where this place fits in.
We simply don't
have the money.
We shall see.
It's not a question
of my comfort.
I'm...
It's ridiculous John.
The way we're living, we'll be
out of funds in no time at all.
Trust me, William,
I know what I'm doing.
I still think that we should
stick to the original plan,
to live modestly
off the land.
Out of sight
and out of trouble.
You wouldn't
last a month!
Of course
we would!
Nonsense!
Then I must insist on having
my share of the funds
to use as I wish.
We're here to preach
the Gospel, John -
in the byways,
and in the villages -
not in jail
or on the boat back home.
Now, I must do it -
and if you won't
honour that commission,
Then I'll...
You'll what?
I'll have to ask you for my
share of the funds John,
though God knows that
is not what I want.
All right
if you insist!
Go on! Take it!
What are these for?
To sell -
what do you think?
But where's
the money?
Here!
You've really no idea
how to survive
in this country,
have you?
Well, I wouldn't
have chosen this way!
Let me show you how things
really work here.
[Indian Language Spoken]
What's he saying?
He says, he will only pay
three hundred Rupees.
Tell him that they're the best
quality from England -
but we'll accept
450 Rupees.
Look -
best English quality.
We can not accept
less than 450 Rupees.
Where else would you
get anything this good?
You asking me where?
There, my brother,
he's selling scissors.
And over there, my cousin,
he's selling scissors,
and over there,
another cousin of mine,
he's selling pen knives
and scissors,
and over there, goodness
knows who's selling scissors.
Sahib - all from England...
and all better than these.
How was I to know
there would be a glut
of scissors
and pen knives?
How could
you do this to us?
We've hardly arrived and
already our money's half gone.
I did what
I thought best!
Yes, well your best has put
our whole mission in jeopardy.
How can I preach the Gospel
if my family is starving?
I wouldn't shout
your intentions in public.
If the wrong people hear,
we'll be out of the country
before you can say...
scissors!
Well, then I
shall not say scissors!
John, I'm sorry.
We must find a better way
to solve our differences.
We certainly must.
Come on.
Dr. Thomas!
Mr. Fletcher.
What can I do for you?
We have a warrant
for your arrest.
There must
be some mistake.
You're charged
with leaving England
with unpaid debts in excess
of two hundred pounds.
Oh come now,
you can't really
This way, Sir,
if you please.
Unhand me!
You'll regret this.
Don't worry William -
soon have this sorted out.
Hmmm... William?
I'm sorry,
did I wake you?
No,
It's all right.
I just came over
so tired.
Have you had
a good day?
I'm afraid not.
What's wrong?
John's been arrested for debts
he failed to clear in London -
and he spent all our money
on worthless knives and scissors
that he thought he could
sell at a profit.
What's going
to happen?
I don't know Dolly.
And we can't afford
to stay here.
And if I'm
caught preaching,
I'll also be arrested
and shipped back home.
Even if I avoid that,
we're on our own now,
and that's not how
we planned it!
How could I have been
taken in by him?
Oh, William.
Wait! I think this
must be it.
William,
we can't live here!
Of course we can.
We'll do it up.
Oh, you
can't mean that.
I doubt if it
is even safe.
By the time we've finished
it will be a palace -
just wait and see.
Come on.
Here we are -
Felix, open the windows.
Peter, help mummy
with the bags,
Kitty and I can
sweep through,
and in the light of day
you'll be surprised
at the change we'll see.
Why do we
have to live here?
It was much nicer
in Calcutta.
We can't afford
to live in Calcutta.
John managed it.
John spent our money
as well as his own.
And look where
it got him.
Well, at least
he had priorities.
And so do I, Kitty.
Just not the same ones.
I don't want
to live here.
We don't have
much choice, Felix.
Kitty, will you see to a meal,
I must feed Jabez.
It'll all work out Dolly,
just wait and see.
Hello!...
Hello Sahib!
Come in.
Oh, Basu, good to see you.
Come in, come in.
I got your note, Sahib,
but why are you living here?
Because it's
all we can afford.
Never have I seen an Englishman
living like this.
Well, perhaps we can break
a few more taboos.
Basu, we need
a plot of land -
big enough to grow
our own food.
Could you find something?
I will try Sahib, but such
land does not grow on trees.
No, of course not.
But you will try?
Of course.
Oh, another thing -
would you be willing to help
me improve my Bengali?
I'm afraid I can't
pay you much but...
Oh, it will be
my pleasure, Sahib.
Good!
When can we start?
There is no time
like the present.
[Speaking lndian Language]
What's your name?
William Carey.
Well, Mr Carey.
I hope you weren't doing
what I think you were.
Perhaps you'd better go home
before I ask any more questions.
What am I to do?
I'm here to preach
the Gospel,
and yet if I do I am likely
to be put in prison...
or deported.
How can you be so sure this
is where God wants you?
I don't know Kitty,
but it's a conviction
that has grown within me
and I dare not ignore it.
But you could serve
Him somewhere other than
this God forsaken place!
Kitty my dear,
I know what you are saying,
but I believe this
is where He has put me,
and until it's clear we
should move, then I must stay.
Well - at least you
could find some work
and provide security
for your family.
God knows we need it.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] If only my family felt at one with me in the work,
I would find
a great burden removed.
I am in a strange land,
alone in the midst
of many people.
I have no Christian friend,
a large family to feed
and I am finding it
difficult to provide
for their most
basic needs.
Have I so misunderstood
God's will?
Since moving to Bendel,
Dorothy and the boys have all
been suffering from dysentery.
Dear God,
what is happening to us?
There are times we despair
even of life itself.
Dorothy, what
are you doing up?
Can't lie in bed
all day.
But, you're not well -
you should rest.
But, who'll look
after everything?
Well,
me of course.
Then it's a pity your not better
occupied than picking flowers.
Well, at least they
brighten up the place!
It'd be better to have
the house cleaned
and the washing done.
Oh, that's not fair!
You know I'm doing
all of that.
And what
about the cooking?
Meals don't
make themselves!
Can't you see there's no
food in the house.
Huh!
The place is a tiff.
It's no wonder we've all been
ill with such filth everywhere.
Oh, and that's my
fault too I suppose?
I'm doing my best.
Why don't you
ask William
why we're in this hovel
with no food!
He brought us here.
Can I have
one please?
No, I'm afraid not,
Peter.
Please.
No, no.
Come on, Peter. Come on.
Carey Sahib!... Carey Sahib!
Asha! Good Morning.
Good morning, Sahib.
I was just coming
to your house...
Hello Peter.
Sahib, I've brought some
vegetables from my garden.
I thought your wife
might like them.
No, no,
I couldn't possibly.
Please, Sahib.
If your wife and the
children don't eat
they will fall ”I.
But you need.
I mean...
We have plenty.
Please -
I know you need it.
It's too kind
of you.
I... I don't know
what to say.
Oh, it's nothing.
You're always welcome.
And this, Peter, is for you.
Just a few sweets
I made this morning.
Peter?
It's a fine thing when we
have to rely on charity.
My dear, it's
God's provision
whether it comes from our own
labours or the hand of a friend.
Let's just
be thankful.
It's humiliating.
Peter...
Thank you
Father for your gracious gifts.
May we rejoice in your
goodness and continue
in your service. Amen.
I think William you
could give more thought
to your family.
Kitty, don't you think
I want the best for all of us?
Would any father want to see
his family live in squalor -
not knowing where their
next meal will come from?
I just don't see why we
have to live in such a slum.
Because, I must serve God
where He wants me,
not just seek
out my own comfort.
But it's not
just your comfort.
There's your
family as well!
The bread of adversity
is never easy to swallow.
Well perhaps you
should think twice
before making
others share it!
Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it!
Please! Stop it!
Please!... Stop!
Namee Yeasu Christo!
(In the name of Jesus Christ)
Bando karo!
Yeasu Christo namai.
(In the name of Jesus Christ)
Please!
No... Oh, dear God.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] During the long voyage from England,
and our three
months here,
I have tried to prepare myself
in every way for this task
of ministering to
the people of India.
But in truth nothing
could have prepared me
for the horror I have
witnessed today.
A young woman burnt alive on
the funeral pyre of her husband.
Please God, give me the key
that will unlock the fear
and superstition that drives
them to this terrible act,
and to share with them the love
and freedom that is in Christ.
William, I think
you'd better come.
What is it?
I don't know.
Some dreadful disease
I've no doubt.
And for what?
Not now Kitty.
Get some cold
water and a cloth.
Dolly, my dear.
Snakes -
where are they?
Mustn't touch....
the children mustn't touch.
Shhh. It's all right.
There are no snakes.
Shouldn't have listened to you.
We'll all die.
Don't fret Dolly,
I won't let that happen.
This is enough
William.
You must get her
back to England.
Not now Kitty.
When will you see
what you're doing to us all?
Kitty!
This is neither
the time nor the place.
When is the time?
When we're all dead?
[Pastor Carey Thinking] I don't know what to do any more.
With Dolly struck low,
I can only pray that God
will restore her to health.
Where do I go from here?
How I long for a renewal
of the vision
that brought us
to this land.
Sahib, Sahib, I have heard
wonderful news from my cousin.
Apiece of land is available
in the Sunderbans
ready for growing crops
with a bungalow already built.
It could be available
rent free to the right person.
And I am sure you are a very
right person Sahib.
Oh, this must
be a gift from God.
Basu, bless you.
Sahib, it's here!
[Conversation in Indian
language with house boy]
Sahib, the bungalow
is not free.
What?
Yes.
It's the home
of one Mr. Short
of the East India
Company who is...
who is out at the moment.
Now what?
Oh William.
What are we going to do?
I really don't know Dolly.
Excuse me,
can I help?
I'm Charles Short.
William Carey, Sir -
and my family.
You're Mr. Short
from the bungalow?
Yes, With the Salt Department.
I hadn't expected to see
any English folk today.
We're a missionary family sir,
expecting to have found
the bungalow empty.
We had been assured that
we could live there.
Ah! Well,
I had intended to move
but the Company
insisted otherwise.
Look, I've plenty of room.
You're welcome to stay
with me for a while.
It'll soon be dark,
so let me help you
with your bags.
Oh, please, allow me.
Thank you.
Oh, Thank you, Hori.
So, you're a missionary, Mr. Carey?
Yes, the first from our Baptist Mission.
Well, there aren't
too many people here -
unless you want to convert
the tigers, what?
Tigers?
Yes. 20 people were killed
by them last year,
which is why so many people
have left the area.
Oh, but they needn't
be a problem.
So now you're here,
what are you going to do?
Well, I've been
allocated some land
which I intend
to cultivate,
but my real task
is to preach the Gospel.
You say there are not
many people here?
Oh, they'll come back,
they always do.
Look, I shan't say a word to
the Company about your plans -
but I'm not
a religious man,
so please don't
make me a target.
Agreed.
Good.
Tomorrow we can decide
where to build your house,
and plant your garden.
Now, Miss Kitty,
perhaps I could tempt you?
How can you smoke
that awful thing?
Who's troubled most
by mosquitoes - you or me?
I don't know why they
find me so attractive.
I think
I could guess.
Oh, what
a beautiful sunset!
Yes, Just what I was
saying to Kitty.
We're not seeing
many of the locals
returning, Charles.
Oh, more will come
when they see
you're not afraid of the tigers
or the night spirits.
I hope so.
Being a missionary does require
people to preach to, you know.
Mind you, it would
solve my dilemma
of what to say
to the Company!
Oh, by the way,
this came for you earlier.
Oh!
You really don't
have to do that -
Sunil does
all the washing.
Well, old habits
die hard!
I have an old habit
of taking a stroll about now.
Will you join me?
Well, I have just finished
and Dorothy won't
need me for a while, so,
yes,
I'd like that.
So, how do you
like India?
It's getting better.
But I'm sure
I wouldn't have come
if I'd known
how hard it would be.
So why did you?
For Dolly's sake.
She wouldn't come
without me
and I couldn't see
the family split up.
I was finally persuaded
by Dr.Thomas.
Ah! I know him
from of old.
On top of everything
we discovered
we were
illegal immigrants.
Though all William
wants to do is preach.
The Company's only
interested in one thing.
If missionaries upset
the locals, trade would suffer.
You know, I didn't want to come
to such a remote place,
but now I'm glad
we did.
So am I.
It's nice here,
I feel safe.
So long as you're
not too venture-some.
Even I don't go
far without this.
It's not just the tigers,
there are snakes too.
Oh Charles.
It's all right.
I'll look after you.
Uncle Charles! Uncle Charles!
There's a tiger!
What? Where?
There were two of them -
and they were chasing us!
There were three
big, huge ones.
All right boys,
you're safe now.
Come on, let's go.
I know you're
concerned
but It's rare for a tiger
to attack humans.
Tell that to the 20 men
killed last year.
Look, I received this
from John yesterday...
Where from -
prison?
Apologizing.
[Reading letter]
"I know, my dear brother,
the extent to which
I have failed you,
and can only ask
for your forgiveness
and the chance to make
a new start."
Not before time.
What's he after?
He's been offered
a job as a manager
of an indigo factory
at £250 a year.
Well, let's hope
he can keep it.
And his employer has offered
me a similar job at Mudnabattl.
Mudnabatti?
And what do you
know about indigo?
You're a missionary,
not a factory manager.
I'd have to learn -
but at least I'd have
a ready-made congregation there.
You'd have a salary too -
and security.
How many more
moves will there be?
Perhaps this
is from God Dolly.
Just think
of the advantages.
But, we've only
been here three weeks.
Oh Kitty, what next?
Kitty?
This may come as somewhat
of a shock, but today,
I asked Kitty
to marry me,
and she has done me
the honour of accepting.
Charles, Kitty my dear,
congratulations.
So, if you go to Mudnabatti,
it will be without Kitty.
God bless you both.
Oh Kitty...
[Pastor Carey Thinking] Perhaps now,
we can finally settle down.
For so long my days have been
clouded with heaviness,
but now I begin to be like
a traveller,
beaten out
in a violent storm,
who with all his clothes
dripping wet,
sees the sky
at last beginning to clear.
They look content.
They're secure here.
And they enjoy
helping you.
You're looking
better too.
I try,
but I miss Kitty so.
I know, my dear.
I know.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Basu, why don't
they respond?
With practice they will
understand you better Sahib.
You mean
I'm not very good?
It is hard
for you,
and there is much
tradition to overcome.
I wanted to ask
you something.
Just after we arrived
from England,
I came across
a funeral
at which the widow
of the dead man was burned.
It's a custom we call Sati.
What makes women do it -
are they forced?
Not all.
Hindu belief that life
is a constant cycle -
that death is followed
by rebirth -
is very powerful.
A supreme act of
sacrifice in this life
will guarantee a better
reincarnation.
The belief
is often much stronger
than the fear
of pain or death.
But the woman could
be quite young -
would the family approve?
They would expect it.
The wife would bring
shame on her whole family
if she didn't
follow the custom.
And is it
always followed?
No. Not always.
It depends on the family
and how devout they are.
But it's not commanded
in the Hindu Scriptures.
No, but
it's tradition.
Most people don't
have the Shastras,
and certainly
not in Bengali.
Well, then we should
give them the Shastras
as well as
the Gospel in Bengali.
Then they'll see from
their own Scriptures,
that Sati is not
a religious obligation.
(Son, off-screen) Daddy!
Come quickly. It's Peter!
What is it?
He's got
a high fever.
What should we do?
How should I know?
John would know
what to do.
So would Kitty.
Please God.
Don't take the life
of my little boy.
Please in the name
of the Lord Jesus.
William! William!
You must come!
He's getting worse.
What can we do?
We've done
all we can.
He's in
the Lord's hands.
[Dorothy wailing in grief]
NO!
[Pastor Carey Thinking]
Oh cruel death -
and cruel tradition
that leaves me alone
to bury my own
dear son.
The Indians are
afraid of losing caste.
If they touch the dead
body of my dear child,
they become outcasts.
It is a high price to pay
and I can not
blame them for that.
How I hate the superstitions
that so possess them.
[Speaking Indian Language]
...the life of our
dear son Peter.
In the name of the
Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.
Amen.
Come away Dolly.
You must leave him now.
Murderer! Murderer!
You killed him.
I can't
take any more.
Take me home.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] Dear God,
have I so misread your will?
Is being in India no
more than the pursuit
of childhood fantasies
of travel and adventure?
Have I sought to justify
my own desires
under the banner of
Christ's commission?
Oh wretched
man to have inflicted
such suffering on
those I love most dear.
And yet - I can't
put out of my mind
the millions who
live in darkness
of tradition and superstition,
which only the light
of Christ can drive away.
How can we love others
and not wish the best for them?
Every villager has the right
to read for himself
of the light of Christ
in his own language.
Dear God - is that why
you've brought me here -
to give your word
to the villagers
in their own language
and teach them to read it?
I can't blame you
Dolly for wanting to go -
or for doubting Him.
It's not easy to have
faith in the midst of suffering
when there's
no proof of God.
But despite everything
we must trust,
we must have faith,
even if it's all
we're hanging on by.
In spite of everything,
I choose to believe in Him,
because I know I'm
here for a purpose.
How can we leave India?
Thousands of women die on
their husband's funeral pyres
through fear
and superstition.
I can't abandon them
in our darkest hour
when they live in
perpetual darkness.
I can never leave India
until the light of God's love
drives out
that darkness.
That's why
I'm here Dolly -
to light a candle in a dark place.
Where is
Carey Sahib?
Dhanyabad
(Thank you)
Mr. Carey?
Yes?
William Ward, sir.
Just arrived from
England to join you.
From England?
And you... er... you...
Sent by the Society and I bring
you their good wishes.
Thank God!
How I've prayed
for this day.
Thank God!
What's your trade?
Well, I was
a master printer.
A printer?
I've got the whole of the
New Testament waiting for you.
Come on.
So Lord Wellesley
is accusing me
of harbouring
dangerous French spies!
I am instructed
to interview them
and report their
particulars Sir.
Well do remember that though
the East India Company
controls much of India,
you now stand on
Danish territory.
Surrounded entirely by land
controlled by Britain.
Any trespass
outside Serampore
would put them under his
Lordship's jurisdiction.
And any harassment
of those under the protection
of the Danish Crown would
be seen as very serious.
His Lordship feels that Papists
could be French Sir,
and that with Napoleon
frustrated in Europe
he could turn
his eyes on India.
He needs to be sure that
these new arrivals
are not French spies.
Well, to put your mind
at rest Mr. Fletcher,
let me introduce you
to our Papist Priests.
One of their number,
a Mr. Ward, is absent -
visiting a friend -
but the others are here.
Ah!
Mr. Joshua Marshman
and his wife Hannah.
Baptist missionaries from
England, Not Papist!
The others are resting -
perhaps you'd like to meet
them and the children, later?
No Sir, that won't be necessary,
but I would remind you,
the Company sees
missionary activity
as counter
to local custom
and therefore
a threat to civil order.
Your Company is interested
only in trading rights
and maximizing
profits.
What happens here is the
concern of the King of Denmark -
and it is to him alone
that I answer -
and not the British
Governor-General!
So you're
really a printer?
Have been for
fifteen years.
Well, you must
come and settle here.
I've got a small press
that you can set up,
and then there's
your companions -
they're teachers you say? -
They could
start a school..
William!
William!
The Company won't let
us out of Serampore.
I only slipped
out secretly.
You must join us!
With Danish protection,
think what we could achieve.
Will, it's tempting, but my wife...
[Dorothy Wailing Screams]
Is she alright?
She's paid a high
price for coming here.
Is she often like this?
Some days she's... she's well.
And others...
There are women with us
who would love her William -
and give you and the boys
all the support you need.
But what has her
sacrifice achieved, Will?
Even the Society,
they think I'm more interested
in being a merchant
than a missionary.
I think they only
want to hear about
people flocking
to the Lord.
Yes, but they haven't
exactly been doing that.
Does that
trouble you?
It troubles me that perhaps
I've missed my calling.
Perhaps I've failed
with my preaching
because I should
be concentrating
on the written word.
Maybe I'm a planter,
not a harvester.
You know, so many
people live in bondage.
We're chained to what
we don't understand.
We're chained to what
we do understand.
We're chained to ignorance
and superstition,
and God forgive,
we're chained to tradition.
Men impale
themselves on hooks.
Babies are sacrificed
in the Ganges.
Women die on their
husband's funeral pyres -
and it's all in
the name of tradition.
And yet we have the very
thing to set them free.
The word of God.
If we could just give it to them
in their own language.
I think of it, Will,
and your arrival here
gives me such heart.
It all begins
to make sense...
You know the hymn, Will?
"I once was lost,
but now I'm found,
was blind,
but now I see."
Give me a month -
and God willing we'll
be together in Serampore.
[Pastor Carey Thinking] Today we arrived
at the tiny Danish settlement of Serampore
on the banks
of the mighty Hooghly River.
I scarcely dare to hope
that the vision
that has been lying
dormant for so long,
may at last be pushing up its
shoots into the light of day.
Dear God,
let it be now.
Will!
William, Dorothy,
you've made it.
Weary and dusty -
but safe.
Ah, welcome.
Welcome all of you.
Your rooms are ready.
Come on in.
Oh, be careful
with those plants
Joshua, Hannah, meet William
and Dorothy - and the boys.
Welcome to Serampore.
Thank you Joshua.
And Hannah!
You must
meet Dorothy.
Welcome! I'm so glad
you're here.
Joshua and Hannah
are teachers from Bristol.
We need them.
Then we heard you'd thrown
away some of your clothes
to make room
for even more plants!
Well might you laugh -
but Mr Roxburgh will
be delighted with them
for the
Botanical Gardens.
I met him last week and told him
that you were a gardener.
I'm hoping that he'll let me
have a few bulbs,
then we can have
a real English garden.
Or a Danish one.
We wouldn't have this house
if it wasn't for Colonel Bie.
The Danish Governor?
He wrote to welcome me as
"an honoured friend".
Aye.
He's a good man.
He's offered
to build us a church
and provide premises
for a school.
Excellent!
Now- I can write
and translate -
and do the gardening!
And Joshua,
I hear you can preach.
And Will, you'll
work the press.
The Bengali Testament -
think of it!
And Hannah,
you must start your school.
If we plant faithfully,
then God will bring the harvest!
And we'll pool
what we earn -
the press should
make a profit.
And the school,
there will be
plenty of European parents
happy to pay for their
children's education.
Can you imagine what we've been
through these six years?
I mean,
not a single convert,
and fearing that God
had abandoned us,
or that I'd
misheard His call.
I don't know why
we've suffered so,
but I know God's never
been far away.
There's been a reason for
everything and we shall find it,
here, in Serampore, with all
your ideas and enthusiasm.
Any cuttings you want -
just take them.
Thank you Colonel,
you're most kind.
Ah! Let me introduce
my other guest.
Lady Charlotte here
gives valuable help
in running
our little colony.
Mr William Ward.
Enchanted.
Mr. Ward.
Mr. William Carey.
Delighted
to meet you.
Welcome,
Mr. Carey.
And welcome to Serampore,
Gentlemen.
Thank you.
Please...
Well, I hope you will enjoy
living here Mr. Carey,
though I'm afraid
we can't compare
with the splendours
of British Calcutta.
On the contrary
Lady Charlotte,
a colony that offers
the sharing of the Gospel
seems to me far more attractive
than one that doesn't.
I hear that in England you were
a shoemaker, Mr. Carey.
Not a good one sir.
I mostly mended them.
Charlotte, Mr. Ward here
is a Master Printer.
We were talking earlier of the
print shop he wants to set up.
Printing fascinates me,
Mr. Ward.
Then as soon as the press
is set up
you must come
and see it in action.
I should like that.
What do you
need most Mr. Ward?
Well, Mr. Carey
already has a press,
we just need ink
and paper and founts of type.
You might need to make
your own type
but I can recommend a merchant
in Calcutta for the rest,
once I've issued you
with Danish passports.
Thank you Colonel.
Huh! You might
as well have both God
and the Danish Crown
to protect you!
I thought I'd
find you here.
Would you
like to walk?
Joshua's out visiting,
seeing parents who have put
their boys down for the school.
I want to open
a girls' school next,
then one for
Indian children.
Yesterday we met a lovely
Brahmin gentleman.
Why did you
come here?
We were teaching in Bristol
and heard how you'd all come.
But you
wanted to come?
Yes - we knew
God was calling us.
It's all right for you -
you can read and write.
You can be part
of Joshua's work.
But it was your example
that encouraged me to come.
When I left England I said
goodbye to everything I knew.
I don't even have my
sister to talk to now.
I'll be your
sister, Dorothy.
I'm just a millstone
round his neck.
No,
William loves you.
Everything is
slipping away -
and when I think
of tomorrow -
there' s nothing there.
He won't still love me Hannah,
I know he won't.
Oh!
Ah, it's good
to be able to leave
an apprentice
to look after things.
Who's that?
Young man
called Felix Carey.
Says he wants to be
a Master Printer!
Really?
What's he doing?
What every apprentice should
be doing on his first day,
sweeping the floor,
polishing the press!
Ah! Is this it?
Mr. Carey -
and you must be Mr. Ward?
Yes... er...
Good morning.
I've been following
your exploits
with interest,
Mr. Carey
- and that
of your associates.
You not only entered
India illegally,
but for several years have
moved around preaching
and converting
the villagers.
Well, at least it's correct
to say that I've preached...
That's against
the law Mr. Carey.
But I obey
Christ's command
that we preach the Gospel
to all nations.
The law here is that
of Lord Wellesley
and he doesn't allow
illegal immigrants
to upset the locals
by preaching customs
which are alien
to them.
Our mission
here is simply...
You are here
without permission
and clearly on an
illegal enterprise.
I must ask you both
to come with me.
But we are residents
of Serampore
and not under the authority
of Lord Wellesley.
But this is Calcutta -
not Serampore.
And this is
a Danish passport,
which unless
I'm mistaken
guarantees us the protection
of the Danish crown.
Tread carefully Mr. Carey,
tread very carefully.
[Screaming and shouting]
If you hadn't
brought us here,
Peter would
still be alive!
Oh! Agh!
Dolly! Agh!
Murderer! Aaaagh!
Will!
What's happened?
It's Dolly.
She's in such a state.
Don't you think she'd be
better cared for elsewhere.
What are you saying?
That I... That I put her
in an institution?
It might
be an act of love.
When I married Dolly,
it was to love and cherish
in sickness and in health.
Till death, Joshua.
Till death.
Shall I love her more by
assigning her care to strangers?
No, I could never
put Dolly away. Never!
Three hundred rupees?
Every month,
and with the demand
for places growing,
that will increase.
So, as long as the numbers are
high in the English Schools
the fees will continue
to fund the native schools.
Yes.
Joshua.
Do you like it?
Why, yes.
Can't we start a class
for local girls?
I'm sure they'd come.
I don't think parents
would approve
of their daughters learning
to read and write....
Excuse me.
I am wanting to enroll my son,
Nishi, in your school.
Of course,
come in.
I'm a friend of Mr. Basu
and we also knew Carey Sahib
when they lived
near Calcutta.
We'll be pleased
to have your son here.
Thank you Memsahib.
(Madame)
Do you by any chance
have a daughter?
Yes,
she's six.
If we had a girl's class,
would she come?
I don't know,
Memsahib.
Her father may worry
she lose caste.
Oh, Excuse me.
William, I think
you two have met.
Asha! What are you
doing here?
Mr. Basu found a job
for my husband here.
That's wonderful!
How good to see you.
My son Nishi.
Nishi? Namaskar!
(Hello)
You wait till
you see the boys -
you won't
recognize them!
I was so sorry
to hear about Peter.
You've had
a terrible time.
Yes. It's been worse
for Mrs. Carey
She took it
very badly.
But, thank you.
[Pastor Carey Thinking]
The schools are growing.
I work unceasingly
at learning new languages
and translating the Bible
into them.
The print shop is already
supplying all its own materials,
and soon we shall be giving
to the people of India their
own great works of literature,
and the Word of God.
Look, William.
Look!
We're nearly
there Will!
After all this time.
We're nearly there.
There's a few
corrections, mind.
I er... I hope
I'm not intruding.
No. This is an epic moment - look!
Our Bengali Testament.
How wonderful.
What skills you have.
They're God's gifts
and He'll use them.
Now, let me
show you around.
Everything you see here -
paper, ink, type -
all of it is made
here in Serampore.
Remarkable -
and you print so much.
This press will be the very
heart of our Renaissance.
(CHARLOTTE) With all these languages it's more like a Pentecost!
They're beautiful.
(Pastor Carey) We're been accused from England
of inventing languages
so we can claim to print
the Scriptures in them!
You must ignore
such ignorance.
They can't even
begin to understand
what their
missionaries achieve.
Well, these are
my missionaries
and I trust the Lord
to use them.
William.
Yes!
[Chants a prayer
in Indian Language]
I think that
wave was for me.
John, what
are you doing here?
Visiting
an old friend.
It's good to see you,
how are you?
Perhaps a little humbler
than last we met.
[Groaning]
Let me have
a look Krishna...
Can you move
your arm?
No Sahib.
You've dislocated
your shoulder,
and to put it back
will be very painful.
Do you understand?
Yes, Yes Sahib.
Hold him tightly.
This won't be easy.
Aghhhh!
Now, that will be
painful for a while -
but it will get better.
Thank you, Sahib.
God will bless you
for your goodness.
He'll bless us both -
not for our goodness
but because he loves us
and because his Son
died for us.
I've heard
that before -
but isn't the death of God's
son a shameful thing?
God's love for you,
Krishna,
proves you're very
precious to Him.
Now, go home
and rest.
I want to see you
in a couple of days time.
Will you come and see me
at the mission?
Yes, Sahib.
Krishna,
can you read?
Yes Sahib.
I can.
Then take this.
It's the book of Matthew,
Sahib, and it tells how Jesus
was hurt and killed and won
a mighty victory over death
so that we can
all live forever with Him.
(Krishna) Thank you, Sahib.
I will read it to my family.
[Speaking Indian Language]
For seven years
I've waited.
And now we have
brother Krishna -
the first
of the harvest.
Welcome to our
fellowship of believers.
Thank you.
I am most happy.
Thank you for
opening my eyes.
It's God who has opened your
eyes and has forgiven you.
Yes, Sahib.
Krishna, It's good
you're here.
I must leave tomorrow,
but my prayers will be with you.
Thank you,
Dr. Sahib.
Now, will you share
our fellowship meal?
Yes, I should
like that.
You know what
this might mean?
They will say I have
broken caste.
We are all equal
in God's eyes,
and we recognize no barriers
of caste or race here,
so let's eat our meal
and rejoice.
Thank you.
[Shouting from an angry crowd]
[Gunshots fire]
Who is responsible
for this?
This man is 'Feringhi'.
He's a traitor.
So what is his crime?
He has eaten with
the European missionaries
and has broken caste.
This man is under the protection
of the Danish Crown -
as is everyone here.
How can he be a traitor
by having a meal
with my friends?
Sahib, this is our way.
Nobody can be a Christian
and eat with foreigners
without being
cast out and...
I forbid you to harm
this man or his family.
Anyone who does
will answer to me.
Now, home -
all of you!
[Speaking Indian Language -
words of concern]
Krishna Pal, on the
confession of your faith
in our Lord Jesus Christ,
and at your own request,
I baptize you
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost.
Krishna, you know there is
nothing sacred in this water -
only in the miracle
that has made you clean.
Yes Sahib, and I will pray
that my wife and my family
will also be baptized.
And God will answer
your prayers,
but you must
trust Him.
Yes, Sahib.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Come.
Welcome to our fold.
I'm so happy
for you.
(Krishna Pal)
Thank you very much.
The chain of caste is broken
my friend. Welcome!
(Krishna Pal)
Yes, Sahib.
Welcome.
God bless you.
[Speaking in Indian Language]
God bless you.
Thank you.
Congratulations.
Welcome.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Bhairav, it's
good you're here.
Yes Sahib, I think I want to
know more about your Jesus God.
Then he's already
at work in your heart.
Seven years
and at last,
the New Testament
in Bengali!
Years of planting and waiting
for the shoots to grow.
And look!
Indian brethren baptized
and others soon to follow.
The Bengali Scripture -
the schools,
the work among the poor
and the sick, God is at work,
and through his grace,
the harvest has begun.
[Pastor Carey Speaking] Spurred on by
the prospect of a new church in India,
we are building
more schools to prepare
men and women
for leadership.
Over there?
Right over there,
beyond the pond.
Look, this is what
it's going to be like.
It's wonderful.
You must come and visit
the school when it's built.
Thank you.
You've achieved
so much already.
With a lot
of help!
William, you must come -
it's Dorothy.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Dolly?...
Dolly,
can you hear me?...
[crying]
Dolly, I'm so sorry.
'I am the resurrection
and the life,' saith the Lord,
'he that believeth in Me,
though he were dead,
yet shall he live.'
We commit the body of our dear
departed sister Dorothy,
to the earth, and her soul
to Almighty God.
May she rest in peace, and
perpetual light shine upon her.
Ashes to ashes,
and dust to dust.
The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away,
blessed be the name
of the Lord. Amen.
(ALL) Amen.
That's all for today.
I'll see you again tomorrow.
Off you go.
(Boys) Goodbye.
Goodbye -
there you go boys.
Put your things on there, that's it.
You've worked very hard today.
Asha! Hello.
Hello Memsahib.
Memsahib, I've talked to my
husband and he's agreed
that his daughter may
also come to school.
Wonderful!
Our girl's class
starts on Monday -
will you bring
her then?
Yes Memsahib.
Good.
And how is Bhairav?
He's well.
He's reading the Bible
with Krishna this afternoon.
Krishna wants
him baptized.
And what
about you Asha?
What do you want?
I don't know.
I'm just frightened
about what may happen.
Good morning
Mr. Carey,
I was hoping to have
a word with you.
Why, yes, of course
Mr. Fletcher.
Oh thank you.
How kind.
Quite a little industry.
Yes, well there's
plenty to do,
printing all
these translations.
Mr. Ward's away so I'm
trying to fill in for him.
You don't mind
if I continue, do you?
No, of course not.
Thank you.
Perhaps you could just...
thank you.
Lord Wellesley
asked me to visit you.
He is very impressed with
your work in translating
so many of the
Bengali classics.
Oh how kind.
Now where's that...?
Ah! You've got it.
Thank you.
He is unhappy that so few
of the Company's recruits
are familiar with
the local culture.
Few even learn
the language....
I've been saying
so for years.
So he has founded
Fort William College,
and I am here to ask
for your support Mr. Carey.
What?
You're asking for my help?
But you've always
opposed our mission.
Mr. Carey, I much
regret that,
but I know that Lord W ellesley
has the highest regard
for your language skills
and the balance you achieve
between religious
and secular literature.
So much so that he
invites you to take on
the teaching of Sanskrit
and Bengali in the college.
You'd of course have
pandits and scholars
to assist you
in this work.
500 rupees a month.
Think what the mission
could do with that!
And recognition by
the Company would remove
the constant threat of arrest
we've been living under.
How much time will
you spend there, William?
I'd leave by boat Monday
afternoon, and return Friday.
It's not something
to rush into.
I came to India
with great visions
of converting the Hindus
with my preaching...
My preaching.
Six years before
the first convert!
It's clear now that's not
the gift God has given me.
My gift is languages.
That's what I must do -
study, translate,
and teach.
Then, when the Lord
multiplies the harvest
they'll have Scriptures
to feed on.
I'll have time
and facilities
to do all of those things
at Fort William.
And the opportunity
to be alongside
the seat of government.
If we're going to play a part
in the abolition of Sati,
we need a voice,
where it will be heard.
And then,
a college of our own.
A college?
The Church
needs leaders,
so we must have a college
to train them.
Printing the word, education,
the abolition of Sati.
The three pillars
of our mission.
I've been asked to visit
Lord Wellesley next week
if I accept his offer.
Whatever you decide,
we're with you.
[Pastor Carey thinking]
This new status not only
provided finance
for the mission,
but it gave me the opportunity
I have longed for,
to fight those injustices
that have tormented
my heart
for so long.
I think you'll get
your ban on Sati
but it will take time.
You must persuade people
by argument, and not by force.
If only Indian
voices were heard.
Perhaps there's one - a Brahmin
financier in Calcutta -
a scholar too.
He's spoken out against
Sati and may be your man.
Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
Excuse me.
Can I help?
I am looking for
Professor Carey
Oh but, he is
away until next week.
I am his Pundit.
Is there anything
I can do?
I have read a pamphlet
of Professor Carey's
against the practice
of Sati.
It is indeed a subject on which
he feels strongly.
And he shows an unusual
understanding of our Shastras.
Yes, and he is presently
compiling a translation
of the Ramayana and a master
Sanskrit dictionary
showing how all our
languages are related.
Really!
Then he is indeed
a friend of India.
I look forward
to meeting him.
May I know
who called?
I am
Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
Oh!
[Pastor Carey Thinking] While the work of the mission continues,
every Monday I row
the 16 miles down river
to the city of Calcutta
and return the following Friday.
My time at Fort William
is filled with lectures
and more translation work,
not just of the Bible,
but many of the great works
of Indian literature.
Namaskaar
(Good morning)
Namaskaar
I have long wanted to meet
you Professor.
I am Raja Ram Mohan Roy.
I'm delighted
to meet you.
Thank you,
Professor.
We have much
to talk about.
Of course, there is so
much I would also
like to discuss
with you,
though we may not agree
on everything.
Then let's concentrate on
what we can agree on.
Now, you know that
I'm opposed to Sati -
and I know from your writings
that you feel the same.
We both know the Hindu
Scriptures do not require it,
and yet the East India
Company won't ban it
on the grounds that it
is a religious tradition
which can not be
interfered with.
Can we work together so that
your religious leaders
and the Governor General
can see that they're wrong?
Certainly -
but it will not be easy.
You see, the view is deeply
held that a woman who dies
on her husband's pyre
is doing a supreme act.
Her release from earthly
suffering and rebirth
into new life is a very
very powerful force
which will not easily
be overcome.
But many such sacrifices
are not voluntary.
Indeed, but we shall both
fight this battle
knowing we
do so together.
Professor, your love for our
country and our people
make you a true
friend of India.
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Fire! Help!
Get water, quick!
Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!
Organize a line
of buckets!
Joshua! Forget the paper,
we must save the presses!
A beam smashed
his head.
Gently,
lay him down.
Will, be careful!
Joshua. Get some water -
on the roof!
Oh, Will!
[Pastor Carey Thinking] The fire has destroyed years of translation work,
preparation of an entire
Sanskrit Dictionary,
all our wood-cuts, type founts
and a new consignment
of paper from England.
It has been devastating
and the whole community
has suffered with it.
How are we to
understand such things?
Where do I go from here?
There is nothing I can do
but start all over again
with God's help and the
encouragement of those around me
especially dear Charlotte.
[Laughter and talking]
This is a shock
to us all.
How would it
reflect on the Mission?
Couldn't it wait?
William, I understand.
But what will
others think?
What about
another three months?
Then May
it shall be.
[Cheers and laughter]
Congratulations Sahib.
Thank you, I'm
so glad you came.
I have news for you which
I have kept especially
for your wedding day.
What's that?
I am wanting
to be baptized Sahib.
I have given my life to Christ
and must now take this step.
Oh, Bhairav!
Bless you.
I couldn't have had
a better wedding present.
Thank you Sahib.
Thank you very much.
[Pastor Carey Thinking]
The college which was founded
three years ago
with 37 students,
is holding its first
graduation ceremony
in the grand new buildings
at Serampore.
It will be open to all.
No caste, colour or country
shall bar anyone from admission
to this college,
and I pray that
the blessings of God
may be mightily
upon it.
William... William.
Congratulations.
Well done.
Oh, William.
Your dream has come true.
Not quite my dear - but here's
the man who may help it to.
Professor Carey,
Mrs. Carey.
I congratulate you
on your achievement.
Professor, I am
most impressed.
Thank you, but
I take little credit.
The house you see here,
God has built.
I thought it was our
Bengali builders!
Well, certainly
they played their part.
It's so
strange, Professor,
that it takes someone
from so far away
to spark our
Renaissance.
We are in your debt.
You're very
kind but you know
the breakthrough
I'm waiting for.
A little
patience Dr Carey.
I'm sure
we will succeed.
Please God!
Namaskaar,
(Good morning)
Hello Brother,
Namaskaar.
[Speaking Indian Language]
Hannah, I've got some
terrible news.
Bhairav's been murdered.
Oh Lord no! No!
What about Asha
and the children.
Where are they?
The children are with
Krishna and Rasoo.
No one knows about Asha.
Bhairav's parents have taken
his body to their village
to prevent there being
a Christian burial.
And?
No one knows
where Asha is.
We've looked
everywhere.
No one knows -
or no one's saying.
We must pray she's
not being held
against her will to be Sati,
Oh, please God, no! No!
His funeral was secret.
They probably fear that
if there was Sati,
the Mission would suspend
its good works.
And if not, their
traditions are weakened.
So no one's
saying a thing?
Even Krishna can't find out.
We have a martyred
brother and we're powerless
to comfort his wife -
even if she's alive.
You have influence.
But not power.
Would anyone raise
an eyebrow if Wellesley
marched into this tiny
Danish settlement
in response to my
interference?
Women are dying, needlessly -
thousands of them.
It's murder!
I know the figures - you drum
them into me often enough.
People killed in
religious pilgrimages,
and babies thrown
into the river,
but this is not
our country!
Oh, so, we're
not meant to care?
Care?
Do you think
I don't care?
The East India Company
is right -
you can't come to India with
its centuries of civilization
and tell them they're wrong
and we know best!
If I ban Sati and a riot
spread out of Serampore,
Wellesley would
roast me alive.
Does that mean
we do nothing?
No it does not!
[Pastor Carey Speaking] Spurred on by fear of the tragic death of Asha,
we took our cause to the highest
authority in the land
to fight against this wicked
practice of Sati.
Ram Mohan Roy
did much to persuade
not just his own people,
but took our cause
to Parliament itself.
At Serampore we used
every means available
to bring this evil to
the attention of those
who had the power
to stop it.
And then one Sunday
as I was preparing
for the morning service...
William, I should go
ahead with these.
All right, ljust need
to change a few things here.
For you Dr. Carey,
from the Governor General.
Oh. Thank you,
Krishna.
Joshua! Joshua!
What is it?
He's done it!
After all these years,
he's done it!
Who's done what?
The Governor General.
He's abolished Sati! Look!
He wants me to translate it
and send out copies immediately!
Oh, my love.
Thank God!
We must tell everyone.
No, you tell them.
If I delay who knows how
many more women may die.
Oh, Joshua, will
you preach for me?
I certainly will!
Oh, William!
You can't imagine what
our service was like.
We shed tears of Joy.
You should have been there.
There is nothing I would
rather have been doing
than translating
the Governor's letter.
Just think of the lives
it will save.
Dr. Carey
Asha!
Oh thank God,
thank God!
I had to wait
until it was safe.
Well, you're safe now.
You're amongst friends.
So, Will, the press,
the college,
the abolition
of Sati.
You've achieved
your three aims.
Who said I
only had three?
Now it so happens...