Doctor Who (2005–…): Season 11, Episode 6 - Demons of the Punjab - full transcript

Happy birthday!

I said no fuss.

You have to celebrate
your birthday, Nani.

I was the first woman
married in Pakistan.

Now look at me.

In a wheelchair, and being
fed shop-bought cake.

That's a nice cake!

The first woman married in
Pakistan? Did you know this?

And I was the first Muslim woman

to work in a textile
mill in South Yorkshire.

Grandad taking you dancing
every Wednesday night.



Oh!

I so miss that man.

Now, I want to give you these things

before it's too late.

Najia, these are some letters your
father wrote to me when he was away.

Don't read the filthy bits.

Sonya, this is a present
your grandfather gave me.

I can't remember why, but it's nice.

And now, Yasmin, my
favourite granddaughter...

- What?!
- Mummy! What?! I've told you about that.

I want you to have this.

Thank you.

Was it Grandad's?

I can get it fixed if you like.



It must never be fixed.

Why not?

I don't want to talk about it any more.

Nani, please.

You won't understand.

I have such stories I could tell you.

And we want to hear them, really.

If you don't tell us, we won't know.

Your life's our heritage.

When you're older.

Maybe.

I know what you're asking.

But family history and
time travel, very tricky.

Just for an hour.
See her from a distance.

What's the point of having
a mate with a time machine,

if you can't nip back and see
your gran when she was younger?

Erm...

Have you got a time or place?

I know she lived in
Lahore, in the '50s...

...but, other than that...

I mean, I could, but...

...I shouldn't.

Unless... No, too unpredictable.

- Could what?
- It's a risk.

Oh, like none of our other
trips have ever been risky!

I have apologised for
the Death Eye Turtle Army.

Profusely.

I Suppose I could loop this into
the TARDIS' telepathic circuits.

This thing's telepathic, too?

Don't call her a thing, Graham.

And yes, she does have
telepathic navigation, sort of.

Shorthand for a very complicated process

which is way beyond your understanding.

Ta very much. I only hang
around here to be insulted.

Any object amasses all sorts

of fragmentary spatio-temporal
particles through its life.

The TARDIS can read it,

like date-stamps.

What do you two reckon?

Oh, yeah, love it. Pakistan.

Never been there before.
Another one off the bucket list.

- As long as there's no killer turtles.
- Yeah, I'm well up for it.

Hmm. One hour, no...

..interfering.

Go on, you know you can do it.

Bit of a punt.

Whoa! Nice!

I thought Lahore was a city.

This ain't a city!

TARDIS readings are all over the shop.

Looks pretty Northern Punjab.

Hey! Get out the road!

Really sorry, bit of a wobble.

What just happened?

Not sure.

But I didn't like it at all.

Sorry, mate. Just getting our
bearings. We're not from round here.

Yeah. No kidding.

Your Punjabi's not bad
for foreigners though.

You need to be careful.

These roads aren't safe right now.

We're actually looking for a
woman by the name of Umbreen.

Right. Umbreen.

What for?

- We're family.
- We're friends.

Family friends.

We are on our way to say hello.

Bit of a surprise

But we agreed... Urgh, OK, get in!

You OK?

You all right?

Think so. Probably.

Don't know.

Like I intercepted something,

in my brain.

So, what, are you a flower merchant?

Pretty much, right now.

Why isn't it safe on the roads?

Running transport now, Prem?

Want to ride with us, Sadhu?
I can take one more.

What's wrong with your feet?

You young people, always such a rush.

Walking's served me all my life.

I'll be there, don't you worry.

We'll be ready.

I'm late.

Umbreen's going to kill me.

You're late!

And who are they?!

They're your family, Umbreen!

What?!

Oh, my God.

You're Umbreen.

You look amazing!

What are you doing here?

- I live here.
- On a farm?

But I thought... Doesn't matter.

I'm so happy to see you!

So, Yaz, you should
probably explain who we are.

Sorry!

Yeah! Excited.

Uncle Malik. You know... Uncle Malik.

There are loads of Uncle Maliks.

Exactly.

Well...

The one from about 15 valleys over.

I'm that Uncle Malik's third
cousin's younger sister.

Yaz.

And these are my friends
Ryan, Graham and the Doctor!

- Hi!
- Hello!

All the way from England!

You might want to keep
that to yourself right now.

Right, it's just...

We weren't expecting you. Or anyone.

Uncle Malik's not coming to
the wedding as well, is he?

There's a wedding?

Which is why we're here!

Bringing wedding best wishes!

When's the big day again?

- Tomorrow
- Amazing.

I can't wait to meet the groom!

You already have.

Remember me? Cart. Flowers.

Marrying Umbreen.

No.

You can't be. You're not...

A wedding in the Punjab, bring it on!

We love a wedding, don't we, boys?

Oh, yeah, I could go to a wedding
every day if I could.

Do you need a singer?
I know all the classics.

- Or latest hits, to you lot.
- Don't ever let him sing.

We won't be stay long anyway.

Just wanted to convey our best wishes

and then head off.

Hi! Thought I saw people on the cart.

Sorry about his driving.

My baby brother thinks he can
do everything better than me.

I'm Manish.

Come! All of you! It's being announced!

Coming, Mum!

- Who're they?
- What's happening?

Everyone's waiting for the announcement.

But I've got advanced information.

OK.

Number one. The man Umbreen is
about to marry is not my grandad.

- Defo? Totally sure?
- Yes!

For starters, Prem's a Hindu name.

We're Muslim.

And he doesn't look
anything like the photos.

It's not him.

But that Umbreen is your nan, right?

Yeah. She does look like the photo.

But Prem's wearing the watch
your nani gave you in the future.

So what? She had a
secret Hindu first husband?

Uh, Doc. I reckon hour's nearly up.

We can't go. I came here for answers.

All I've got is more questions.

I knew this would happen!

Can anyone help me with this?

I'll help. I'm Yaz.

Great. Thanks, Yaz. Big moment.

You won't forget this in a hurry.

You're right there.

We shouldn't have come.

I'm too nice.

This is what happens
when you try to be nice.

Who wants to know what
they're listening to in there?

- Yep!
- Yep!

After much delay, and amid
escalating communal violence,

Lord Mountbatten has finally
released the specific details

of the borders which will
separate the two countries.

What borders are they talking about?

Pakistan.

Today, India is
officially cut into pieces.

It's the 17th of August.

And still you want to go ahead?

Nothing changes, Mum.

We knew this was coming.

Sorry, don't mean to sound stupid.
What year is it exactly?

Same year you have in England.

1947.

Partition.

We're in the middle of
the Partition of India.

Three, two, one!

These are for the celebrations?

Big celebrations.

- Welcome to the border...
- Manish?

...where India ends,
and our future begins!

Manish, what're you doing?

Yaz. Hi.

Quick side bar, August 1947.

Partition.

The borders have just been announced.

India. Pakistan.

It's not just the land that gets divided.

Rioting in the cities,

tens of millions of people
about to be displaced,

more than a million about to die.

Doc, meanwhile,
her nan's about to get married,

but not to her grandad.

I'm thinking, the hour's well up now.

You can't know the borders,
it's only just been announced.

The maps were leaked weeks ago.

I got one from my sources.

Your sources must be wrong.

Because you've just put
my house in Pakistan!

With the other Muslims.

What? You get a fresh start.

Manish, you need to slow down.

Pakistan is somewhere for
Muslims, IF they want to go.

I'm not saying you have to go

but Pakistan is being
created for Muslims.

Hindus have India.

We both feel safe.

Don't reduce it to that,
brother, it's not that simple.

But I get you have a hard decision,
if you're married.

The land belongs to everyone.

Has done for centuries.

One day doesn't change that.

I love you, brother, but you're wrong.

Look. Demons.

I told you this would happen.

I told you these days were cursed.

It's gone.

Not far. We'll deal with this.

Come on!

Find the signal, it didn't go far.

Stay away from us.

- Did I get them?
- I don't think so.

They moved faster than your bullet.

What were they?

Bakti!

They killed him.

He was your man on the road.

He's a holy man, a Sadhu.

Everyone knows him as Bakti.

Umbreen and I asked him
to bless our marriage.

Why would they kill him?

I don't know.

But what I also don't understand is,

you just saw something not of this world,

and you took it right in your stride.

Why's that, Prem?

I've seen them before.

Where have you seen them before?

Who are you?

You say you're Umbreen's family
but, clearly, you're not.

And you ran at those demons
like you didn't care.

I don't think they're demons.

Why should I trust what you think?

Because we've got experience
with impossible creatures.

And because we ask questions like,

what is this substance on his body?

And, things are getting even weirder.

You think that's what
they used to kill him,

some sort of fast-dissolving,
poisonous dust?

It doesn't read like he was poisoned.

I don't understand.

So what're we going to
tell the others back there?

They don't have to know.

Hasna already thinks
the marriage is cursed.

Umbreen doesn't need
anything else to worry about.

And Manish...

Who knows what he thinks these days.

I was away from him for too long,
fighting in the war.

By the time I got back,

Manish wasn't my baby brother any more.

People grow up.

We all have to find our own way.

Some of us need more
guidance than others.

This fella needs to be laid to rest.

Why don't we go and
get the others to help?

But not let on what happened.

Ah!

Kordian waves!

Which could mean a dormant
octonic engine nearby.

What's she saying?

If I had to guess, I think
we're going demon hunting.

Gold star for Ryan.

Oh, wait, or was I awarding points?

Ahh, I forgot about the points!

I'm coming with you.

No. I know this forest.

I can help.

OK.

Yaz! Be very careful
what you say back there.

The wrong word in the wrong moment,

you could interfere
yourself out of existence.

Do you understand?

You know there are aliens here, right?

In the Punjab. During Partition.

And you're worried about me being gobby?

Tread softly.

You're treading on your own history.

I don't like this.

Traipsing through forests alongside
the British, looking for the enemy.

I've done enough of that.

Although maybe you're my enemy now,

for the mess you've
just made of my country.

Carving it up slapdash, in six weeks.

Going to run off home now, are you?

I'll make a note of your thoughts

and pass them on to Mountbatten
if I ever bump into him again.

These demon things, you seen 'em before?

Or do you reckon they're
here cos of the Partition?

I don't know.

Need to find out.

Then he's got one up on you
if he's seen them before you.

What's your demon tracker saying?

It's saying...

Hello!

What is that?

Seems like a transmat doorway.

Nice! That was cool.

What just happened?

We were in the forest
and now we're... really not.

Short answer, we got
dragged through a doorway,

- into...
- The demons' lair.

Wouldn't put it quite like that
but you're getting the gist.

Spaceship, though, right?

I can't get a read on anything.

It's beautiful.

Yeah. You're right.

It really is.

They can surprise you, demons.

Hey do you think they're here?

Not getting any life signals.

Maybe they're out.

Shopping.

Catching a movie.

Bowling.

Some races like bowling, I'm talking
to cover up my latent worry.

I know. Got that now.

Oh, come on, one of these
settings must unlock it.

Hey, that worked!

What is it?

Exactly what I wanted, craft
spec, species data, bio-ID.

What?

What've you seen, Doctor?

This is a Thijarian Hive.

Is that good thing or bad thing?

Thijarians are assassins.

Right. So, that's
basically a bad thing then.

I've heard about them,
but never come across them.

One of the ancient species,

evolved themselves into
the deadliest assassins

in the known universe.

He was their target?

Why, though?

Why would the Thijarians
target a holy man in the 1940s?

Wait, you said you'd seen them before.

- Where?
- I don't want to talk about that.

It could be important.

I don't want any of this.

I'm supposed to be married tomorrow.

Mate, the Doctor's right.

We can help you.

But you have to trust us.

Where did you see them?

In Singapore.

Our section had found
a boat to escape on.

But I'd signed up with Kunal.

I wasn't going to leave
without him at my side.

Kunal!

Kunal!

That's where I saw the demons.

Standing over my older
brother's dead body.

I lost them in the haze
as the evacuation sounded.

Left his body there.

I couldn't save him.

Why are they here?

How did we bring demons on ourselves?

I don't know, but we'll find out.

And we'll protect you. All of you.

What if you can't?

Hey, hey, look at this.

That was the stuff that
was on the holy man's body.

The stuff they used to kill him.

I'm taking a look at that.

Over-keen, should've thought about that.

They're here.

You have desecrated the Hive!

The Hive is sacred!

Do you have to push your words
into our heads like that?

Cos it really hurts!

And no, we haven't actually,

it's you who are desecrating this planet.

I know who you are.

I know what you do.

And it's not happening here.

Leave these people alone.

They're under my protection now.

You cannot prevent this.

You just watch me.

Get out of the forest.

What?!

Miniaturised transmat locks.

Clever!

Also...

...confiscated!

See you!

What just happened?!

No idea, but the Doctor said,
"Get out of the forest."

Come on!

And another one!

Did you know him well?

Bakti taught me the scriptures.

How did he die?

We're not exactly sure.

Where's Prem and your other friends?

Seeing if they can find out
any more about what happened.

Your family, Manish.

Cursed!

Mum!

This is another terrible omen, for you.

Thanks for that.

I'll get the cart, bring his body back.

I'll help you prepare the burial.

And pray for your family.

I don't know what to do.

Bakti had agreed to marry us.

Not many would agree to a Hindu
marrying a Muslim right now.

Then you can't go ahead
with marrying Prem.

You think I'd give up that easily?

I've seen war take our young,

and drought take our old and weak.

Now, men without a clue are
imposing a border

like a crack through my country.

Prem is the one certain thing in my life.

This must be scrambling your head.

Just a bit.

I thought I knew my nan's story.

She inspired me.

But if this is true,

if this is her life...

...then she lied to me.

Yeah, but maybe she just didn't want
to tell you everything, you know.

The women's allowed to have secrets,
even from her granddaughter.

And you've got to remember,
Yaz, that girl in there,

she ain't your nan yet.

It's only later she'll
decide how to tell it.

And I honestly don't
know whether any of us

know the real truth of our own lives.

Cos we're too busy
living them from the inside.

So just enjoy it, Yaz.

Live this moment and figure it out later.

- Easier said than done.
- No, no, I get that, but...

Look at us.

The things we're doing with the Doc.

We're in 1947.

- With my nan!
- Yeah, yeah!

No-one will ever believe us.

- Especially my nan!
- Exactly!

We've lost the Doctor!

Mayday! Red alert!

Sounds like trouble.

It must be the Doc.

We've lost the Doctor!

She was with us and then gone.

There she is!

- Get to the barn!
- What?

Get to the barn right now!

- What're you...?
- Sh!

No! Stay out!

You disrupt our work!

Good! Now, who are you here for?

We don't answer to you.

You must leave or we will
stand over your corpses.

Nothing like getting to the point.

Is it me? Are you here to kill me?

Take me, and you promise
to leave the others.

Prem, no, not going to happen!

Both of you, I'm dealing with this.

I've just nicked four of your
transmat locks out of the forest.

Good trick, by the way,

forcing people back away from the
boundary.

Clever. So clever I'm using
it myself, against you,

locking you out of this farm.

- You killed the demons.
- No. Just exiled them. For now.

I've made a temporary transmat
barrier around this farm.

I'm hoping it'll keep them
out for the next few hours.

Enough time for you to get married

and for us to keep everyone safe.

Are you serious?
After what's just happened?

Can't you see what's happening?
You bring demons to life.

- I don't think they're demons.
- Well, I do. I'm with Manish.

How many hours?

12.

18 at a push.

I can't be sure.

Tonight, we celebrate.

And we marry first thing.

And then if we have
to fight them, we will.

Come on!

Still not interfering, are we?

Oi!

The alien assassins started it.

We can't leave now.

If something happens to Umbreen,

your whole timeline could be erased.

No Yaz! We can't have
a universe with no Yaz.

Now, whatever's in here...

...might tell us more.

Nobody breathe too deeply.

Whoa, it's overloaded my sonic.

Too many inputs.

That's never happened before.

Think!

Have to go analogue.

I need oil, water, tree bark,

a saucepan, nine containers,

an old newspaper,

a touch of ox spit, a chicken poo

and a biscuit.

Bagsy not chicken poo.

- Why a biscuit?
- I love biscuits.

I am never, ever getting
spit from an ox ever again,

no matter how much you need it.

The ox took a bit of a shine to him.

So what is it, then?

Science.

Should break the sample down,
give us more information.

Only take a couple of hours.

Are you coming or not?

What's that?

Part of my demon repellent.

That better be gone by tomorrow.

- Definitely.
- So, come on.

Women with me and Mum,
men over at Prem's house.

This is the best thing ever!

Never did this when I was a man.

Doctor.

You and your jokes!

Yeah. That's right.

My references to body and gender
regeneration are all in jest.

I'm such a comedian.

Umbreen doesn't think
these are my best work.

But maybe if you had to
prepare a body this morning,

you wouldn't draw so well either.

So, how long've you known Prem?

Our whole lives.

We all grew up here together.

Our families have worked
the land alongside each other

for generations.

I can't believe it's happening.

I waited so long for him.

All the time he was away fighting,

I was terrified he wouldn't come home.

But he did.

And now I can see my life
mapped out with him.

Our home, here.

If they let us stay.

Nobody cares what we do here, Mum.

It's not a city.

I stood outside earlier.

I heard gangs in the distance.

Motor vehicles.

Gunshots.

It's a long way away.

It's not too late.

I can still find you a good Muslim man.

Are you joking right now?

Look at the misery that follows him.

You don't even have a priest!

What sort of respectable
wedding will it be?

I don't care about traditions.

And I don't care about respectable...

Wait.

You're a Doctor, right?
That's respectable.

You could marry us.

Don't be ridiculous.

- I suppose I could.
- No, Doctor...

I haven't officiated a
wedding since Einstein's!

His parents didn't approve either.

Non-denominational though.

If your father were alive,
he'd die on the spot.

Everyone is saying it's a new future.

We make our own traditions now.

You're on!

I thought we were not getting involved.

Only a teensy bit.

Bust!

Again!

You're cleaning me out, little brother.

You know what they say, though, Prem,

unlucky at cards, lucky in love.

You think he's lucky?

Yeah.

I think he's lost his mind.

Hey, mate, not on his stag night.

You'll have to forgive him.

He spends too much
time reading pamphlets,

listening to angry men on the radio.

Do you love me, Prem?

Of course I love you.

Even if, sometimes, I don't
recognise the brother I left behind.

Kunal would've understood.

He said he was only fighting for you
lot so he could get rid of you.

And now it's happening.

Don't marry tomorrow.

Umbreen's a good woman.

You can't live here together.

India's not her home now.

India's a home to all of us.

We didn't change when a line was drawn.

But we did.

I need air.

She's going to officiate,
knowing he's not my grandad!

Well, if Manish has
anything to do with it,

there won't be anything to officiate.

And these alien assassins.

We still don't know who they've come for.

What happens here?

Why did she never tell her
family about any of this?

This dust is the densest organic
material you can imagine.

It's sort of everything.

Carbon, phosphorous,

oxygen, nitrogen.

Sulphur, calcium.

Billions of DNA fragments.

And loads more.

They're breaking the transmat locks!

Doctor!

So, what?

Is it me?

You've come to assassinate me?

We are not assassins.

Firstly, I much prefer it

when you're not making
that threatening sound,

so thanks for that at least.

Secondly, don't lie to me.

I know the stories of the
Assassins of Thijar.

We are changed.

What? Changed how?

Our past is no more.

We are no longer assassins.

Now we are witnesses.

I don't understand.

We honour the lost

as we can not honour our own.

No, still not with you.

As the assassins hunted,

the Thijarian world was destroyed.

We returned to find nothing.

This is all that remains of our home.

Our people.

Every ancestor.

All one dust.

I didn't know.

I'm so sorry.

They died unwitnessed, unsaved.

We were too late to
grieve or honour them.

But we, who returned, gave
up 100 generations to sift,

to remember the lost dead,

the unmourned.

In time, it was all we knew.

And now we travel beyond,

seeking...

The unacknowledged dead.

Across all of time and space.

This is now the Thijarian mission,

to bear witness to those alone.

To see.

To bear pain, honour life as it passes.

As each one passes, we commemorate union.

That's what Prem saw you do to Kunal,

what you were doing to the holy man.

But why here? Why now?

Millions will perish,

unseen, unknown in the days to come here.

The casualties of Partition.

We read the timewaves.

But why this family?

Why this land?

Prem. His time is soon.

How soon?

Give him a day.

Just give him this day. Please.

We are not gods.

Events sit as they will.

We only witness.

The fixed force of
time cannot be stopped.

I know.

But if you didn't kill the holy man,

if you were only honouring his death,

how did he die?

We can show you.

Where've you been?
You've been gone hours.

The Thijarians. They told me everything.

I know what happened.

And I know what happens.

I want to know what happens.

Prem dies today.

We can't let that happen.

It has to.

For Umbreen to become your nani,

for you to exist, Prem has to die.

You mean the Thijarians
have come to kill Prem?

That's not why they're here.

They're not assassins.

They honour those who die alone.

Aliens with compassion.

Umbreen loses her husband
on the day she marries.

Of course she never
wants to talk about it.

I'm sorry, Yaz.

We should leave.

No. I want to be sure
she's safe, whatever happens.

I want to look after my nani.

I'm with Yaz.

Yeah, me, too.

We can't tell them what we know.

My friends, I woke this morning

to the sight of smoke over the hills.

More villages burned.

More homes ransacked.

It seems these savage
mobs cannot be satisfied.

I urge you to stay safe, and stay strong.

Protect yourselves however you must.

The flowers don't help much,

you still look like a
schoolboy on manoeuvres.

- These are the best clothes I have!
- You look great.

No Manish?

He was out early.

He'll be here.

Did you hear the noises in
the valley during the night?

The violence is getting closer.

Who's doing this stuff?

Ordinary people who've
lived here all their lives.

Whipped into a frenzy
to be part of a mob.

Nothing worse than when normal
people lose their minds.

We've lived together for decades,

Hindu, Muslim and Sikh.

And now, we're being told our differences

are more important than what unites us.

Like we learned nothing in the war.

I don't know how we protect people,

when hatred's coming from all sides.

Well...

...all we can strive to be...

...is good men.

And you, Prem...

...are a good man.

I...

I...

Come on. Marriage.

This is the spot you choose?

I'm going to be the first
woman married in Pakistan.

Of course you are.

Are you all right, sweetheart?

I always cry at weddings.

I know there aren't many
certainties in any of our lives...

...but Umbreen, Prem...

...what I see you in you is the
certainty you have in each other.

Something I believe in my faith.

Love...

...in all its forms,

is the most powerful weapon we have...

...because love is a form of hope

and, like hope, love abides...

...in the face of everything.

You both found love with each other,

you believed in it,

you fought for it, and you waited for it.

And now... you're committing to it.

Which makes you, right now,

the two strongest people on this planet.

Maybe in this universe.

I am not sure how we formalise this.

I am.

Will you?

That's a Hindu thing, isn't it?

Tying the hands together.

Now it can be our thing.

If we want it to be.

I'm not often lost for words

but I never thought this day would come.

It's been tough.

People who I wish
were here to celebrate...

They are, bheti.

The drought was nearly the end of us.

But we get to have this
day because of Manish.

You were tireless.

When there was hardly
any food, you took none.

When we doubted we'd make it
through to summer, you kept on.

Night and day, we worked
those fields together.

I'm proud to have been your neighbour

but I'm even prouder now
to call you my brother.

You kept us fed, Manish.

Will you let me feed you?

I didn't work this land for you, Umbreen.

I worked it for my brothers.

One who didn't come back,

and the other I wish hadn't.

- Enough, Manish.
- No.

Look at you all!

Don't you understand what's coming?

None of this will make a difference.

I'll talk to him.

Prem, your turn.

OK, so...

What are you doing?

You did a Hindu thing with the rope.

Only right I do a Muslim thing too.

This is your mahr.

Yours to keep forever.

Prem!

I'm sorry!

Cursed.

It's fine.

It's perfect.

This is us. Forever.

Our moment in time.

Is that what you used
to shoot the holy man?

Your brother's rifle.

Be quiet.

What happened, Manish?

Did it get out of hand?

Did you scare yourself?

Because you were too young for the war.

You've never fought or killed anyone.

I'm not scared of anything
because this is my time to fight,

fight for what I believe.

Killing a man because he might
marry a Muslim and a Hindu,

and then pretend you knew nothing?

Take your friends and leave.

If you want to get out alive.

What have you done? Who's coming?

The future.

Listen, all of you.

There's armed men heading up the track.

You have to leave now.

They want the land.

I'm not going anywhere.

This is my home.

My husband and parents are buried here.

I'm not going to abandon it to thugs!

Where's Manish?

He's leading them here.

He killed the holy man with your rifle.

Of course.

Mum's right.

This is our home.

We stay.

If you stay, you'll die.

Go to the house,

get anything essential,
and get back here.

I'll help you.

Is that Sheffield mapped on here?

My Dad brought that map home from
the market one day.

One night, I said,

"I'll put my finger on this map and,
wherever it lands, I'm going to go."

And you landed on Sheffield?

Such an exotic word.

It's in England. Do you know it?

Stop talking! We have to leave!

They're nearly here!
You need to move out.

I have to talk to Manish.

No, Prem. I'm not leaving you here.

I'll distract them long enough
to be sure you can get away.

Then I'll be right behind you.

It's too dangerous.

He's my brother.

Across the field, over the
border, into the forests.

Keep going north.

Go.

You as well.

I'll come with you.

No.

These are demons I have to face alone.

Mum, come on, keep up.

I'm running as fast as I can.

Look.

They're checking the land
for people who don't belong.

This is our home.

Everyone's welcome here.

I know what you did to the holy man.

There's nothing holy about a man
who would approve your union.

Better he die than defile himself.

My baby brother.

What happened to you?

Really?

I know you.

We fought together in Siam.

We made a good team.

And now this?

I can't let them through, brother.

We are your people, Prem.

India is your country.

You and Kunal fought for this.

This is not what I fought for.

We will watch over him now.

Please, Manish.

Come on.

She made it out, right?

She got to Lahore.

She lived.

She made it.

This is a terrible design!

Was it a good wedding at least?

Yeah.

What is the matter, bheti?

You loved grandad, didn't you?

Of course.

And you're happy with
how your life turned out?

Why would you be asking that?

Just your journey,

so many countries, so many years.

I can't even begin to imagine
what you've dealt with.

Then you end up in
Sheffield, of all places!

I love Sheffield!

Really?

Well, not quite as exotic
as I thought it would be...

...but...

...it gave us stability.

A life.

A home.

And it gave me your mum.

And it gave me you and your sister.

You want to know about the watch?

Really?

No.

Tell me another time.

I love you, Nani.

And I love you too, bheti.

Delivery for the Doctor.

Something is very wrong here at Kerblam.

If anything happens to us,

or anyone else here,

they'll have me to answer to.