Indian Summers (2015–2016): Season 1, Episode 10 - Episode #1.10 - full transcript
♫♫
(birds calling)
RONNIE: There was a dozen of them.
Terrorists from the gutters
of East Bengal.
Overpowered the sentry.
Set about burning down
the European Club
with everyone in it.
We returned fire,
but one of the wives
was killed--
shot through the chest.
What if the army
hadn't got there in time?
ROWNTREE:
Try not to think
about it.
No, you have to think about it.
You have a duty.
We all do.
We think we know
these people.
We live among them,
we have them in our houses.
It gives me no pleasure
to say it, but...
ALICE:
But why the Club?
Sorry, old girl?
In Chittagong.
Why did these terrorists
attack the Club?
Oh.
They took umbrage
at the colour bar,
You see?
And the sign.
"No Indians and Dogs,"
etcetera.
But couldn't we just
take down the sign at the gate?
Wouldn't that be enough?
My first thought.
However, the Viceroy
wrote to me in person,
and he's of the opinion
what's needed--
how did he put it?--
is a "slightly
stronger message."
But it's not fair.
It's where we come for a drink
and to get away from it all.
Rowntree.
ROWNTREE:
Are we all ready?
Everyone got your chits?
Share pencils if need be.
STELLA:
I hope they hang him.
They do what, darling?
That nigger in the prison.
It's barbaric, slaughtering
some poor, innocent woman
just because she
took a dress.
RONNIE:
The date is the 4th
of October, 1932.
One question on the agenda:
a simple aye or nay.
In sorrow, not in anger,
do the members here present
consent to lift the colour bar
at the Royal Simla Club?
KAISER:
Come.
Let them get on
with their business.
We were all managing
quite nicely
until...
How long is she
intending to stay?
Do we know?
Who, Memsahib?
The sister.
Miss Alice.
(Yawns)
Late night?
Excuse me.
(Ralph clears his throat)
(room falls silent)
Come on, who wants a taste
of the firing squad?
Dalal?
Not me, sir.
Suit yourself.
And it's Tate coming in
from the Vauxhall end...
Oh!
Oh!
Almost caught behind.
Right, that's it,
back to packing.
How are we getting on?
Sir, these letters.
I don't quite follow.
Oh, I think they're
pretty clear.
In this one... here we are.
"In the case
of the convicted murderer
"Ramu Sood
of Kangra District,
"the Viceroy recommends
the sentence be commuted
from death by hanging
to life imprisonment."
And this one?
"Let him hang."
So...
So which do we send?
Officially, the Viceroy
was in such a hurry
to get back to New Delhi
last Tuesday
that this small bit of business
slipped through the net.
And unofficially?
Unofficially, his lady wife,
Marie, favours mercy.
But Willingdon prefers
the old iron fist.
Let the punishment stand.
Show the buggers
we're not to be trifled with.
So, all in all, much better
to hand the whole headache
over to yours truly.
What will you do?
I don't know.
I haven't decided yet.
What would you do?
I...
Sir, I don't know
if I could take a life.
Other people do that.
I just have to post a letter.
Where's that Chuprassey?
Just outside, sir.
Let me know if he
runs off, would you?
Get Bhupinder to give you
a hand, if you like.
RAMU SOOD:
Do you grow much chikoo fruit
in Fife, Mr. Ian?
This I will really miss.
You won't miss them because
you're not going anywhere.
I told you, they're
reviewing the sentence.
No, my date is fixed.
Those people are against me.
You've a few friends yet,
Mr. Ramu.
Would you like one?
Stomach's all shot.
I can't keep anything down
nowadays.
Try rind of pomegranate,
mixed with buttermilk.
Really?
Who did you hear that off?
My saas.
Mother to my late wife,
Kavitha.
I should have stuck
to growing fruit,
as she wisely advised.
Tea never brought me
anything but grief.
You were too good at it,
that's your trouble.
Then that's how you
should remember me.
Oh, it's a wee bit early
for deathbed speeches.
"Ramu Sood!", you will cry,
as you scatter my ashes.
I'll toss 'em straight
in the rubbish
if you keep this up.
And I would cheer you on,
Mr. Ian,
but Kavitha wouldn't
stand for it.
See, she was
a superstitious soul.
Are you going to shut your mouth
or am I shutting it for you?
(chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
All right, you bastard!
(chanting):
Ramu Sood!
Hanged by the District Court!
IAN:
Not if I kill you first!
(men shouting)
No, no, no, no!
We were joking!
(shouting in pain)
I'm going to get you
out of here!
Thank you.
See?
All your favourite things.
(Roopah crying)
That's enough waterworks.
If you can't control yourself,
please go indoors.
(crying)
Tuck in, love.
Anyway, it's all booked.
Did I tell you the McLellands
and the Rowses
are travelling with us
right up to Tilbury?
Yes, you did.
And Shirley says she'll try
and sneak us up
to the upper-deck.
We might meet the captain.
You'd like that,
wouldn't you?
And Auntie Ellen says
we can stay with her
for a couple of days.
That'll be nice.
She's got it all planned.
We'll do Big Ben,
we'll do the Tower of London.
Son...
Here, give me that.
Grown man can't butter
his own scone.
No, it's all right.
I'll have to get used to doing
things by myself now, won't I?
Oh, I expect you'll get help.
Come on, shall we go?
They'll be needing Daddy
back at the mission.
Up you come!
No.
Let him finish his cake,
at least.
Sit down.
Goodbye, young man.
Goodbye, Daddy.
Write to me.
Well...
All aboard!
Say goodbye, at least.
I just wanted to say...
No matter what happens,
you're still my wife.
Always will be.
I know.
And I promise you
I won't forget it.
MATTHEW:
Mommy, we're going
to miss it.
Coming!
Is that it?
Speech over.
I wish I could have
given you what you needed.
You did, once or twice.
You just never knew it.
You'll come back,
both of you?
Next summer?
I don't know,
we'll have to see.
Say "Goodbye, Daddy."
Driver!
Goodbye, Daddy!
Goodbye.
(slow piano music playing)
Ah!
Kaiser.
Parliament has spoken.
Memsahib?
The members' votes are in.
They are.
Heard from Ralph?
No.
Not today.
They're all getting invites
to the grand wedding.
Did you hear?
No.
Where would you hear that?
(music stops)
Come on, play something.
Cheer us all up.
(playing "In the Good Old
Summertime")
I never hurt anyone.
We just try to do
what we think is best, don't we?
Just wish he was here
so I could tell him.
England.
CHILDREN:
England.
Scotland.
CHILDREN:
Scotland.
Wales.
CHILDREN:
Wales.
(loud chopping)
Mr. Raworth.
Mr. Whelan.
I thought you were
back in Delhi.
We set off
the day after tomorrow.
Wedding next month,
perhaps you heard?
Sarah.
She kept her ear
to the ground.
Look, uh...
Something wrong?
Nothing wrong, no.
You're here to see the boy,
I suppose.
The boy?
Adam.
Why would I do that?
I don't believe it.
You can't even say it, can you?
Say what, old chap?
Rakshas.
He's yours, isn't he?
Yes, my son.
Yes, I suppose he is.
Well, don't tell me.
Tell him.
He already knows.
Still, he might like
to hear you say it.
Thank you
for your advice.
Well, what is it you want?
Why are you
actually here?
I, uh...
For too long, I've let myself
be led by other people.
That old woman at the Club,
she was a friend of the family,
you see, but...
I'm done with her now.
Done with her.
I want things to be different.
I want to know, um...
Is he all right?
Adam?
Is he... settled?
Well, the nightmares roll on,
but we're used to that.
He hurts himself.
Stabs himself with a pin,
actually,
or anything else
he can lay his hands on.
His mother made him do it.
But he's putting that
behind him now.
So, yes, "settled,"
I would say so.
You're not going to make this
very easy for me, are you?
Perhaps I'm not
in the mood!
I've only just got off
saying goodbye to my own son.
Big day.
Yes.
But it's what
Mrs. Raworth wants?
Oh, who knows what she wants?
It was all a big
misunderstanding, you see.
My heart's in this place.
She was never interested.
I should have been
clearer with her.
But who does that?
You try and be the man
you think they want.
Whatever that is.
RALPH:
They'll be wondering
when you're coming in.
(chopping)
We're in for
a cold snap, clearly.
Your assistant,
what's her name?
Leena.
Does she know
your wife's off home?
She does.
Well, if all parties
are happy, where's the harm?
♫♫
AAFRIN:
And once more
over the page.
How are we doing?
Almost finished,
Miss Mathers.
Look on the
bright side.
We've made more decisions
in the past hour
than we have done
with the whole rest
of the summer combined.
This is the famous
honeymoon dress?
Do we like?
Do we have a choice?
Do we wish to live?
(laughs)
What is it, silk?
MADELEINE:
What else?
RALPH:
To be honest, I just want
to grab a hold of it
and rip...
Thank Christ for that.
Since he's paying for it.
(clears throat)
Excuse me.
I will come back
in the morning.
Don't move.
Are you all right?
Sure.
I won't be long,
I promise.
Don't be.
(chuckles)
Do you remember, sir?
"The Memorandum
on the Mas Dam Project."
How could I forget?
I don't believe it.
Six months
up and down the country
and the outcome
is still pending?
Look at this.
Every scribe
from Sind to Simla
must have had a crack
at this poor, benighted file.
Khazagi Raj in action, sir.
An ocean of ink.
Shall we sign it, sir?
Get this blasted project
underway at last.
(laughs)
So we shall.
This calls for a toast.
Where's my, uh...?
On the veranda, sir.
Bhupi!
Where's the damn fellow?
There's no need
for fuss.
I will fetch it.
Don't be silly!
Sir, I insist.
Amma!
Amma!
(all speaking Hindi)
(Come quickly!)
(choking)
Bhupinder!
Help!
Help! Help!
In here, sir!
Arr“. Arr“.!
Get a knife!
Don't come in!
(grunting)
What about the doctor?
He's all right now.
We'll send someone over
in the morning.
Come.
Why would he...?
Why did he...?
Who knows?
Let me see if I can
find out, all right?
It's all right.
Go ahead.
You see, Bhupi and I
are old friends.
His father was
in our service.
Grandfather
before that.
We were born,
oh, weeks apart.
He joined
in all our games.
Escaping
from the compound,
chai in the bazaar
in those little
clay cups they had.
And then one day, our fathers
took us each to one side
and said, "No more."
But we knew better
than that, didn't we?
Oh, yes.
Old friends.
The most loyal fellow
in the world.
(sobbing)
You...?
No questions.
Who?
Who did?
What happened here?
I want you to know that
I never asked him to.
It never even entered my mind
he would do such a thing.
But why would he...?
He was...
Well, who knows?
He was... acquainted with her?
No.
Then...
You?
Java...
I don't know
where to begin.
Can I trust you?
As a friend?
Yes.
I was very young
at the time.
It was all over
such a long time ago.
I suppose it was
his way of...
(sobbing)
From what
she could do?
You'll sleep
in the house tonight.
You too.
What is it?
(Speaking Hindi)
(Indistinct words spoken)
Yes, but we have
to forget it now.
We have to forget it
and go on.
(Whispers):
Very quietly.
Or it will be hard for me.
Do you understand?
Good.
(Speaking Hindi)
(Go to sleep)
Sir, what can we do?
Oh, he'll bounce back
quicker than you think.
I mean with regard
to Mr. Ramu Sood.
Oh, I see.
Why, what do you suggest?
Well, is there not some way
to offer him clemency now?
Yes, and what then?
And then
in a year or two,
perhaps he may be granted
early release.
On some technicality.
It's not beyond
the wit of man.
If the right people
were involved.
Yes, good thinking.
Thank you, sir.
Shall we send it now?
Send?
The letter, sir.
Yes, most certainly,
send the letter.
I'll run it over myself.
What do you say?
An excellent plan, sir.
Well, that's Settled.
Munshi.
You'll teach me
to do better.
How can I?
Too late.
You already have.
Not a word about any of this
to my sister.
Swear to me.
I swear.
You'll take the spare room.
(door opens)
♫♫
(bed creaking)
What will we do
in Delhi?
What we can, when we can.
But I was thinking.
If there was somewhere
we could go...
Here, or England?
I can't go back.
Not yet.
My husband's already threatening
to take my son away.
Then here, in India.
But...
We could tell
your brother.
Ralph?
Why not?
Well, you've changed your tune.
That's not what you
were saying before.
I... see
another side to him.
Perhaps you're right.
You see, there's this boy
at the mission school.
For a while now, I've...
What?
Nothing.
Go on.
No.
Doesn't matter.
Forget it.
(birds chirping)
Hello?
Bhupinder.
Sahib?
(Speaking Hindi)
(Wheres the boss?)
Sahib left for district court
some three hours ago.
No...
No!
(keys jingling)
(panting)
No!
No, Ramu!
Ramu!
Be strong.
Be strong!
Be strong!
♫♫
(muttering):
There must be something
we can do.
There must be something
we can do...
They can't do this!
I told them you didn't...
I told them
he didn't do it!
(swallows chirping above)
♪ Vande mataram I'
♪ Vande mataram I'
♪ Sujalam suphulam 4'
♪ Malayaja sitalam... I
I don't know the words.
I'm sorry I don't know
the words.
(no sound)
(rope creaking)
(camera shutter clicking)
(whimpering)
(sobbing)
(camera shutters clicking)
CROWD:
Wow!
(applause)
♫♫
Not like that.
Like this.
Two hands.
Swish, swish.
Let me show you.
Swish...
swish, swish.
Good lad.
RONNIE:
Are we decent?
Is that Ralph?
No.
(groans)
Only me, I'm afraid.
What's that you're
feeding her?
Rice congee, sahib.
Cures all ills,
apparently.
Want some?
No, thank you.
I have a horror
of any sort of broth.
Swallows out in force.
Ah.
CYNTHIA:
They'll be off
on their travels.
Just like home.
You'll be on your way,
won't you, Mr. Keane?
Yes.
First thing tomorrow.
We're all hoping
for the usual send-off.
Oh, yeah.
We'll be ready,
won't we, Kaiser?
As always, memsahib.
Then I'll just keep
the bar open at weekends.
At least till
the snows set in.
(clears throat)
I expect you've got
something for me,
haven't you?
Mmm.
Just a lot
of unpronounceable names.
They're all local men.
Natives.
Natives, yes.
Each of good, sober character
and keen to adopt
our own social customs.
Well, they sound
very dull to me.
So much the better.
We won't even notice them.
I'll notice them, all right.
I'm sorry, no.
They're not coming in.
Cynthia...
As Club Secretary,
it galls me more than anyone,
but the membership voted
unanimously
on the advice of His
Excellency, the Viceroy.
Sorry, is he sitting down
or standing up?
I can hardly tell.
I beg your pardon?
If you think
it's old Willingdon did this,
you're even more feeble-minded
than I gave you credit for.
Of course it was
Lord Willingdon.
He had a word with me himself.
Oh, jolly good, Mr. Parrot.
And who had a word with him?
Never mind.
(sighs)
Why do I waste my breath?
I went to the
hanging today.
I thought it might do me good.
Did it?
It's funny, I've forgotten.
It's a strangely
colorless business.
A bit like your broth.
And then you get home,
and you...
You think about all the people
you've ever known--
big and the small,
good and the bad.
Black and the white.
And just for one moment,
it's like...
they're all the same.
Well, I'm not sorry
I missed it.
One.
One native.
That's the condition.
One local member as a token
of our goodwill going forward?
Call it what you like.
Any preference
as to who?
No?
Right, jolly good.
One last favour.
Another one?
This wedding, back in Delhi.
Old Whelan
and Clara Bow.
Yes?
Dear old Ralph,
head like a sieve,
he's gone and forgotten
to stick my name
on the ruddy guest list.
Well, I'm sorry
to hear that.
I was wondering...
I'd be eternally grateful
if you'd give him a nudge.
He won't be able
to say no, will he,
if it comes from you?
Leave it with me,
Mr. Keane.
Eternally grateful.
I knew I could count on you!
(door closes)
Wash them all.
Put them all in the water.
SOONI:
Aafrin?
Aafrin?!
Shh, shh!
He's revising,
poor thing.
I hate you
and your stupid suit!
You should have seen it!
You should have seen it.
It was like watching an animal!
You could have
stopped it!
I don't know
who you are.
You're a coward!
Worse than nothing!
You are not my brother!
You are not my brother!
(sobbing)
Sooni, please...
(both crying)
Why did you not save him?
I tried!
I thought I had.
(knocking)
So what happened?
SHAMSHAD:
Aafrin!
DARIUS:
What is going on?
Oh, God, this house!
Letter for the fat prince.
Have you been
blubbering?
Shut up, you brat!
You have!
Ma, Sooni is crying
over a man
and this is
his letter.
Oh, Shamshad,
please!
Sooni, what are you
crying about?
Huh?
I don't believe it.
What?
Read.
What does it say?
Nothing.
It says nothing.
Read it out, Sooni.
They want him to join
their stupid club.
What?
What?
Here.
IAN:
Where is he now?
Eh?!
Where'd you put him?!
The lndian's remains
have been incinerated
and will be disposed of
as His Majesty sees fit.
Oh, His Majesty's
on his way over now, is he?
Look, that fellow lost the right
to a decent send-off
as soon as he murdered
that poor woman.
That's it?
What?
No.
Mr. McLeod,
put that down.
No chance.
That box is the property
of the Government of India.
Let's go.
Sergeant, stop that man!
Don't touch me.
Give me the box.
Uh... no.
Stop this lunacy!
I've no wish to charge you,
Mr. McLeod.
No.
This is not what he wanted.
Give me the box,
Mr. McLeod.
(sighs)
Get away from me!
Well, go after him!
Out of the way, wee man!
Excuse me!
Sorry, sorry!
Excuse me!
So sorry!
Look at him run.
When did you last see a man
run like that, Mr. Dalal?
I will work for you.
For your people.
Naturally.
What choice do you have?
I have a choice.
But this is
the right thing to do.
Mr. Singh!
Sahib!
You will give me proof.
I give you
and Miss Ayer my word.
What can I possibly give?
Something
from Mr. Whelan.
What? How can l...?
Where is he now?
Heading up towards
Scandal Point.
Christ, what's he
going there for?
May I ask, sahib,
what was in the box?
Oh, just bone mash
for my poor roses.
But the point is, he thinks
it's his friend Ramu Sood!
So as far
as the world goes,
it might as well be
Ramu sodding Sood.
Shall I run
and detain him, sir?
No, not yet.
I don't want some
god-awful scene.
Not if we can avoid it.
Not on the last night
of the summer!
(sighs)
snm
Here, let me.
She's my wife.
And I made her
a promise.
But we have work to do,
and these children need us.
And we will work and do
what we can, the two of us.
And we'll raise these children
to lead such lives...
I hope God can forgive us
for what we've done in the past.
It's all I ever wanted.
Well, then.
(music playing)
(faint talking)
(laughing)
Excuse me, sir?
Mr. Dalal.
Not more files?
No, not today.
Aafrin doesn't need
a reason to call.
Mr. Dalal.
RALPH:
In fact,
perfect timing.
Everyone, here,
charge your glasses.
Bhupi, one more
for our friend.
What are we celebrating?
Our last night
in the hills?
RALPH:
Of course.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.
ALL:
Cheers.
You, too, Bhupi.
Just a sip.
No, thank you, sahib.
Excuse me,
I'll just get my shawl.
It's all right, Bhupi,
I think
I can manage.
Is everything all right?
She's tired.
Eugene.
Of course.
Wait!
Darling?
Talk to him.
N ow.
RALPH:
Sorry about that.
I'm fine!
Look, uh...
Well, as a matter
of fact, Aafrin,
we have something we want
to tell my brother.
Don't we?
Sounds very solemn.
Don't tell me,
you've been painting
the Vicereine in her bloomers?
No.
Not quite.
Sir, I'm a little embarrassed.
You see, I left something
in the house this morning.
Oh, really?
Yes, an old pen
belonging to my father.
And now he's
a little upset...
Bhupi?
Anyone see a pen
this morning?
No pen, sahib.
What colour was it?
Please, don't go
to any trouble.
I know where I left it.
Very good.
Excuse me.
What a fuss.
Yes.
Shall we give him a hand?
You go.
♫♫
Rakshas.
Aafrin?
I have it!
I left a box of papers here
this morning.
Look, Aafrin, um...
Sir.
This business
with Sood.
You see, Willingdon was
quite determined, and...
No, you deserve
better than that.
The man Sood was becoming
a lightning rod
for all sorts of other
discontents,
which, although he played
no part in them personally...
You wish to close the book.
To end it, yes.
I understand, sir.
You do?
Perfectly.
Well, thank God.
Yes, thank God for that.
My dear friend.
All set for the ICS exams?
I revise when I can, sir.
When do they start?
Nine weeks today.
Nine weeks.
No time to waste.
Not a minute, sir.
I tell you,
it breaks my heart
to leave this house.
It Will Still be here,
waiting for you
in the spring.
Yes.
So it Will.
IAN:
I'm coming!
Slow down!
Slow down.
(Speaking Hindi)
(Stop!)
Mr. McLeod.
Ah, Miss Whelan!
Off to the club as usual?
Well, last night of the season
and all that.
And I'm off to say bye
to a dear friend of mine.
Do I know him?
Know him?
AYE, Perhaps you do.
He's right here.
He got his neck broke
this morning.
That's Ramu Sood?
Aye.
Right, let's go.
But where are
you going?
I don't know myself!
Come with us if you like.
Wait!
Mr. McLeod!
(music playing)
Do you know,
I don't think he's coming.
Relief all round.
Still.
Bloody cheek.
He's not obliged
to come.
Probably got
a better offer.
Never!
Would somebody please inform
my piano wallah
that if he would care
to finish his dinner,
we might even have
a little sing-along.
(applause)
Shall we?
Come this way, sahib.
Follow me.
SOONI:
You're late.
What are they doing?
They're here for you.
What did I do?
You're more famous
than you know.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
RALPH:
Dalal!
AAFRIN:
The letter, sir.
Ralph Whelan!
Rakshas!
(Gunshot)
(panting)
Well?
What do you think?
Are we up to snuff?
(chuckling)
You look very
distinguished.
Good.
If you're quite sure
I'm eligible?
As club member,
I am entitled to one guest.
I'll sign you in.
Good.
Sign, please.
(clears throat)
Show me.
A token.
Baapi?
I say, Cynthia?
Cynth!
What is it, darling?
He's here.
The Parsi.
♫♫
(snorts)
Cheek of the thing.
They're not used to us,
that's all.
Come.
What'll it be?
Scotch and soda?
(laughs)
Very good.
Excuse me, bearer,
Scotch and soda.
Twice, please.
DAPHNE:
What's he doing now?
Excuse me, my friend.
Two whiskeys with a little soda,
if you'd be so kind.
Don't you know anything?
Only members
may buy drinks.
Martini?
Oh, I see.
Aafrin?
Yes.
Your old man seems
to have blundered.
Would you mind
ordering the drinks?
Two whiskey and sodas, please.
Excuse me?
Allow me.
How very kind.
Whiskey sodas.
Scotch or Irish?
Scotch, naturally.
Scotch?
You'll have half my family
turning in their graves.
Mr. Keane,
may I present my father?
Darius Dalal, sir.
You've been in the wars.
Yes, sir.
He fought at Gallipoli.
In which case, allow me
to introduce Captain Turner.
You'll have to speak up,
he's a little deaf.
Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.
Thank you.
I don't know what to say.
Yes, you do.
(horse neighing)
(hooves clomping)
Final warning,
Mr. McLeod!
Give me back that box!
For the love of God,
hasn't that man done you
enough damage?
Almost!
But not quite!
All right, pal.
Here lies Ramu Sood!
I was proud to work for you
as your employee.
I was proud to call you
my friend.
Ian McLeod,
I'm arresting you
for the theft
of government property.
Hanged by the District Court
for a murder he never committed,
because he was too damn good!
CROWD (chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
(chanting continues)
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
Sergeant!
What's got into them?
Why aren't they doing
as they're told?
The men are afraid, sahib.
Afraid?
I'll teach them afraid.
What's the matter with them?
They do not wish
to offend the dead, sir.
They're offending me,
and I'm a-bloody-live!
Just give them the order,
dammit!
CROWD (chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
No, no, don't do that.
Please don't do that,
get up, please.
She's praising you.
Why? Who is she?
His late wife's mother.
What, Kavitha?
Kavitha?
Kavitha, Kavitha.
Oh!
(chanting continues)
CROWD (chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
DARIUS:
Good shot!
I say, "Good shot."
Aafrin.
Alice?
I thought you weren't coming.
You didn't tell him.
Your brother?
No, I didn't tell him.
I thought
we could trust him.
But I was wrong.
I know that now.
I am certain of it.
He is a dangerous man.
WOMAN:
Miss Whelan!
We will find a way.
I love you.
I love you too.
We thought you
were in purdah,
Miss Whelan!
Haven't you heard?
Our lady's done a bunk!
No one's seen her
anywhere.
Oh, and which lady
is that?
Cynthia!
Look who I found,
Daphne!
(distant singing)
(distant singing)
It's my house.
(children chatting)
RUTH:
So many dishes, auntie!
Not so many.
Ow, ow, ow!
(laughing)
I've made a bit
of a hash of it.
(sighs)
Shall we?
Heavenly Father,
we thank you for this joyous
feast laid at our table.
You'll be seeing
a bit more of me from now on.
♪ 'Tis the tramp
of soldiers true ♫
♫ In their uniforms so blue ♫
♫ I must say goodbye to you,
Dolly Gray ♫
♫ Goodbye, Dolly,
I must leave you... ♫
My friends bet me 124 rupees
I wouldn't dance with you.
Well, I hope you're willing
to share the winnings.
No chance.
Anyway, aren't I your reward?
♫ See the boys in blue
are marching... ♫
RONNIE:
Not like your brother
to miss the last night.
No, I know, he's been
so busy with the wedding.
As long as that's
all it is.
Why?
What's your theory?
No theory.
Just so long as he's not
got his nose out of joint
over our new member.
He's not that
old-fashioned.
Well, quite.
Besides,
Dalal's his head babu,
isn't he?
His munshi.
Yes.
May I just say,
I'm so glad you've decided
to stay on.
You know, in the end,
it felt like the most
natural thing in the world.
♫♫
♫ Goodbye, Dolly,
I must leave you... ♫
Oh!
(crying)
They can't do that.
They can't do that!
Can't...
(sobbing)
(footsteps approaching)
What are you doing out here?
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
So you made it after all.
(sniffles)
They're singing my song.
It's my song.
And they're singing it.
Come on, up you get.
No, no.
I am perfectly fine.
I hear it's all change
at the Club.
Oh, you'd know all about that,
because you tipped off
old Willingdon, didn't you?
Please don't lie to me.
Yes.
Oh...
I was angry.
(sighs)
Well, I expect I deserved it.
Yes.
So, you're going through
with the wedding, then?
Yes.
Yes, we are.
I am truly happy for you.
Would you like to come?
To the wedding?
You sure you want me there,
spoiling everything?
You're all I've got.
Yes, I am.
Good point.
Good thinking.
Shall we?
Oh, hang on a minute.
Look all right, do I?
MY Ralph.
Still here.
Come on.
But it's nearly over.
I expect they can
manage an encore.
(birds calling)
RONNIE: There was a dozen of them.
Terrorists from the gutters
of East Bengal.
Overpowered the sentry.
Set about burning down
the European Club
with everyone in it.
We returned fire,
but one of the wives
was killed--
shot through the chest.
What if the army
hadn't got there in time?
ROWNTREE:
Try not to think
about it.
No, you have to think about it.
You have a duty.
We all do.
We think we know
these people.
We live among them,
we have them in our houses.
It gives me no pleasure
to say it, but...
ALICE:
But why the Club?
Sorry, old girl?
In Chittagong.
Why did these terrorists
attack the Club?
Oh.
They took umbrage
at the colour bar,
You see?
And the sign.
"No Indians and Dogs,"
etcetera.
But couldn't we just
take down the sign at the gate?
Wouldn't that be enough?
My first thought.
However, the Viceroy
wrote to me in person,
and he's of the opinion
what's needed--
how did he put it?--
is a "slightly
stronger message."
But it's not fair.
It's where we come for a drink
and to get away from it all.
Rowntree.
ROWNTREE:
Are we all ready?
Everyone got your chits?
Share pencils if need be.
STELLA:
I hope they hang him.
They do what, darling?
That nigger in the prison.
It's barbaric, slaughtering
some poor, innocent woman
just because she
took a dress.
RONNIE:
The date is the 4th
of October, 1932.
One question on the agenda:
a simple aye or nay.
In sorrow, not in anger,
do the members here present
consent to lift the colour bar
at the Royal Simla Club?
KAISER:
Come.
Let them get on
with their business.
We were all managing
quite nicely
until...
How long is she
intending to stay?
Do we know?
Who, Memsahib?
The sister.
Miss Alice.
(Yawns)
Late night?
Excuse me.
(Ralph clears his throat)
(room falls silent)
Come on, who wants a taste
of the firing squad?
Dalal?
Not me, sir.
Suit yourself.
And it's Tate coming in
from the Vauxhall end...
Oh!
Oh!
Almost caught behind.
Right, that's it,
back to packing.
How are we getting on?
Sir, these letters.
I don't quite follow.
Oh, I think they're
pretty clear.
In this one... here we are.
"In the case
of the convicted murderer
"Ramu Sood
of Kangra District,
"the Viceroy recommends
the sentence be commuted
from death by hanging
to life imprisonment."
And this one?
"Let him hang."
So...
So which do we send?
Officially, the Viceroy
was in such a hurry
to get back to New Delhi
last Tuesday
that this small bit of business
slipped through the net.
And unofficially?
Unofficially, his lady wife,
Marie, favours mercy.
But Willingdon prefers
the old iron fist.
Let the punishment stand.
Show the buggers
we're not to be trifled with.
So, all in all, much better
to hand the whole headache
over to yours truly.
What will you do?
I don't know.
I haven't decided yet.
What would you do?
I...
Sir, I don't know
if I could take a life.
Other people do that.
I just have to post a letter.
Where's that Chuprassey?
Just outside, sir.
Let me know if he
runs off, would you?
Get Bhupinder to give you
a hand, if you like.
RAMU SOOD:
Do you grow much chikoo fruit
in Fife, Mr. Ian?
This I will really miss.
You won't miss them because
you're not going anywhere.
I told you, they're
reviewing the sentence.
No, my date is fixed.
Those people are against me.
You've a few friends yet,
Mr. Ramu.
Would you like one?
Stomach's all shot.
I can't keep anything down
nowadays.
Try rind of pomegranate,
mixed with buttermilk.
Really?
Who did you hear that off?
My saas.
Mother to my late wife,
Kavitha.
I should have stuck
to growing fruit,
as she wisely advised.
Tea never brought me
anything but grief.
You were too good at it,
that's your trouble.
Then that's how you
should remember me.
Oh, it's a wee bit early
for deathbed speeches.
"Ramu Sood!", you will cry,
as you scatter my ashes.
I'll toss 'em straight
in the rubbish
if you keep this up.
And I would cheer you on,
Mr. Ian,
but Kavitha wouldn't
stand for it.
See, she was
a superstitious soul.
Are you going to shut your mouth
or am I shutting it for you?
(chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
All right, you bastard!
(chanting):
Ramu Sood!
Hanged by the District Court!
IAN:
Not if I kill you first!
(men shouting)
No, no, no, no!
We were joking!
(shouting in pain)
I'm going to get you
out of here!
Thank you.
See?
All your favourite things.
(Roopah crying)
That's enough waterworks.
If you can't control yourself,
please go indoors.
(crying)
Tuck in, love.
Anyway, it's all booked.
Did I tell you the McLellands
and the Rowses
are travelling with us
right up to Tilbury?
Yes, you did.
And Shirley says she'll try
and sneak us up
to the upper-deck.
We might meet the captain.
You'd like that,
wouldn't you?
And Auntie Ellen says
we can stay with her
for a couple of days.
That'll be nice.
She's got it all planned.
We'll do Big Ben,
we'll do the Tower of London.
Son...
Here, give me that.
Grown man can't butter
his own scone.
No, it's all right.
I'll have to get used to doing
things by myself now, won't I?
Oh, I expect you'll get help.
Come on, shall we go?
They'll be needing Daddy
back at the mission.
Up you come!
No.
Let him finish his cake,
at least.
Sit down.
Goodbye, young man.
Goodbye, Daddy.
Write to me.
Well...
All aboard!
Say goodbye, at least.
I just wanted to say...
No matter what happens,
you're still my wife.
Always will be.
I know.
And I promise you
I won't forget it.
MATTHEW:
Mommy, we're going
to miss it.
Coming!
Is that it?
Speech over.
I wish I could have
given you what you needed.
You did, once or twice.
You just never knew it.
You'll come back,
both of you?
Next summer?
I don't know,
we'll have to see.
Say "Goodbye, Daddy."
Driver!
Goodbye, Daddy!
Goodbye.
(slow piano music playing)
Ah!
Kaiser.
Parliament has spoken.
Memsahib?
The members' votes are in.
They are.
Heard from Ralph?
No.
Not today.
They're all getting invites
to the grand wedding.
Did you hear?
No.
Where would you hear that?
(music stops)
Come on, play something.
Cheer us all up.
(playing "In the Good Old
Summertime")
I never hurt anyone.
We just try to do
what we think is best, don't we?
Just wish he was here
so I could tell him.
England.
CHILDREN:
England.
Scotland.
CHILDREN:
Scotland.
Wales.
CHILDREN:
Wales.
(loud chopping)
Mr. Raworth.
Mr. Whelan.
I thought you were
back in Delhi.
We set off
the day after tomorrow.
Wedding next month,
perhaps you heard?
Sarah.
She kept her ear
to the ground.
Look, uh...
Something wrong?
Nothing wrong, no.
You're here to see the boy,
I suppose.
The boy?
Adam.
Why would I do that?
I don't believe it.
You can't even say it, can you?
Say what, old chap?
Rakshas.
He's yours, isn't he?
Yes, my son.
Yes, I suppose he is.
Well, don't tell me.
Tell him.
He already knows.
Still, he might like
to hear you say it.
Thank you
for your advice.
Well, what is it you want?
Why are you
actually here?
I, uh...
For too long, I've let myself
be led by other people.
That old woman at the Club,
she was a friend of the family,
you see, but...
I'm done with her now.
Done with her.
I want things to be different.
I want to know, um...
Is he all right?
Adam?
Is he... settled?
Well, the nightmares roll on,
but we're used to that.
He hurts himself.
Stabs himself with a pin,
actually,
or anything else
he can lay his hands on.
His mother made him do it.
But he's putting that
behind him now.
So, yes, "settled,"
I would say so.
You're not going to make this
very easy for me, are you?
Perhaps I'm not
in the mood!
I've only just got off
saying goodbye to my own son.
Big day.
Yes.
But it's what
Mrs. Raworth wants?
Oh, who knows what she wants?
It was all a big
misunderstanding, you see.
My heart's in this place.
She was never interested.
I should have been
clearer with her.
But who does that?
You try and be the man
you think they want.
Whatever that is.
RALPH:
They'll be wondering
when you're coming in.
(chopping)
We're in for
a cold snap, clearly.
Your assistant,
what's her name?
Leena.
Does she know
your wife's off home?
She does.
Well, if all parties
are happy, where's the harm?
♫♫
AAFRIN:
And once more
over the page.
How are we doing?
Almost finished,
Miss Mathers.
Look on the
bright side.
We've made more decisions
in the past hour
than we have done
with the whole rest
of the summer combined.
This is the famous
honeymoon dress?
Do we like?
Do we have a choice?
Do we wish to live?
(laughs)
What is it, silk?
MADELEINE:
What else?
RALPH:
To be honest, I just want
to grab a hold of it
and rip...
Thank Christ for that.
Since he's paying for it.
(clears throat)
Excuse me.
I will come back
in the morning.
Don't move.
Are you all right?
Sure.
I won't be long,
I promise.
Don't be.
(chuckles)
Do you remember, sir?
"The Memorandum
on the Mas Dam Project."
How could I forget?
I don't believe it.
Six months
up and down the country
and the outcome
is still pending?
Look at this.
Every scribe
from Sind to Simla
must have had a crack
at this poor, benighted file.
Khazagi Raj in action, sir.
An ocean of ink.
Shall we sign it, sir?
Get this blasted project
underway at last.
(laughs)
So we shall.
This calls for a toast.
Where's my, uh...?
On the veranda, sir.
Bhupi!
Where's the damn fellow?
There's no need
for fuss.
I will fetch it.
Don't be silly!
Sir, I insist.
Amma!
Amma!
(all speaking Hindi)
(Come quickly!)
(choking)
Bhupinder!
Help!
Help! Help!
In here, sir!
Arr“. Arr“.!
Get a knife!
Don't come in!
(grunting)
What about the doctor?
He's all right now.
We'll send someone over
in the morning.
Come.
Why would he...?
Why did he...?
Who knows?
Let me see if I can
find out, all right?
It's all right.
Go ahead.
You see, Bhupi and I
are old friends.
His father was
in our service.
Grandfather
before that.
We were born,
oh, weeks apart.
He joined
in all our games.
Escaping
from the compound,
chai in the bazaar
in those little
clay cups they had.
And then one day, our fathers
took us each to one side
and said, "No more."
But we knew better
than that, didn't we?
Oh, yes.
Old friends.
The most loyal fellow
in the world.
(sobbing)
You...?
No questions.
Who?
Who did?
What happened here?
I want you to know that
I never asked him to.
It never even entered my mind
he would do such a thing.
But why would he...?
He was...
Well, who knows?
He was... acquainted with her?
No.
Then...
You?
Java...
I don't know
where to begin.
Can I trust you?
As a friend?
Yes.
I was very young
at the time.
It was all over
such a long time ago.
I suppose it was
his way of...
(sobbing)
From what
she could do?
You'll sleep
in the house tonight.
You too.
What is it?
(Speaking Hindi)
(Indistinct words spoken)
Yes, but we have
to forget it now.
We have to forget it
and go on.
(Whispers):
Very quietly.
Or it will be hard for me.
Do you understand?
Good.
(Speaking Hindi)
(Go to sleep)
Sir, what can we do?
Oh, he'll bounce back
quicker than you think.
I mean with regard
to Mr. Ramu Sood.
Oh, I see.
Why, what do you suggest?
Well, is there not some way
to offer him clemency now?
Yes, and what then?
And then
in a year or two,
perhaps he may be granted
early release.
On some technicality.
It's not beyond
the wit of man.
If the right people
were involved.
Yes, good thinking.
Thank you, sir.
Shall we send it now?
Send?
The letter, sir.
Yes, most certainly,
send the letter.
I'll run it over myself.
What do you say?
An excellent plan, sir.
Well, that's Settled.
Munshi.
You'll teach me
to do better.
How can I?
Too late.
You already have.
Not a word about any of this
to my sister.
Swear to me.
I swear.
You'll take the spare room.
(door opens)
♫♫
(bed creaking)
What will we do
in Delhi?
What we can, when we can.
But I was thinking.
If there was somewhere
we could go...
Here, or England?
I can't go back.
Not yet.
My husband's already threatening
to take my son away.
Then here, in India.
But...
We could tell
your brother.
Ralph?
Why not?
Well, you've changed your tune.
That's not what you
were saying before.
I... see
another side to him.
Perhaps you're right.
You see, there's this boy
at the mission school.
For a while now, I've...
What?
Nothing.
Go on.
No.
Doesn't matter.
Forget it.
(birds chirping)
Hello?
Bhupinder.
Sahib?
(Speaking Hindi)
(Wheres the boss?)
Sahib left for district court
some three hours ago.
No...
No!
(keys jingling)
(panting)
No!
No, Ramu!
Ramu!
Be strong.
Be strong!
Be strong!
♫♫
(muttering):
There must be something
we can do.
There must be something
we can do...
They can't do this!
I told them you didn't...
I told them
he didn't do it!
(swallows chirping above)
♪ Vande mataram I'
♪ Vande mataram I'
♪ Sujalam suphulam 4'
♪ Malayaja sitalam... I
I don't know the words.
I'm sorry I don't know
the words.
(no sound)
(rope creaking)
(camera shutter clicking)
(whimpering)
(sobbing)
(camera shutters clicking)
CROWD:
Wow!
(applause)
♫♫
Not like that.
Like this.
Two hands.
Swish, swish.
Let me show you.
Swish...
swish, swish.
Good lad.
RONNIE:
Are we decent?
Is that Ralph?
No.
(groans)
Only me, I'm afraid.
What's that you're
feeding her?
Rice congee, sahib.
Cures all ills,
apparently.
Want some?
No, thank you.
I have a horror
of any sort of broth.
Swallows out in force.
Ah.
CYNTHIA:
They'll be off
on their travels.
Just like home.
You'll be on your way,
won't you, Mr. Keane?
Yes.
First thing tomorrow.
We're all hoping
for the usual send-off.
Oh, yeah.
We'll be ready,
won't we, Kaiser?
As always, memsahib.
Then I'll just keep
the bar open at weekends.
At least till
the snows set in.
(clears throat)
I expect you've got
something for me,
haven't you?
Mmm.
Just a lot
of unpronounceable names.
They're all local men.
Natives.
Natives, yes.
Each of good, sober character
and keen to adopt
our own social customs.
Well, they sound
very dull to me.
So much the better.
We won't even notice them.
I'll notice them, all right.
I'm sorry, no.
They're not coming in.
Cynthia...
As Club Secretary,
it galls me more than anyone,
but the membership voted
unanimously
on the advice of His
Excellency, the Viceroy.
Sorry, is he sitting down
or standing up?
I can hardly tell.
I beg your pardon?
If you think
it's old Willingdon did this,
you're even more feeble-minded
than I gave you credit for.
Of course it was
Lord Willingdon.
He had a word with me himself.
Oh, jolly good, Mr. Parrot.
And who had a word with him?
Never mind.
(sighs)
Why do I waste my breath?
I went to the
hanging today.
I thought it might do me good.
Did it?
It's funny, I've forgotten.
It's a strangely
colorless business.
A bit like your broth.
And then you get home,
and you...
You think about all the people
you've ever known--
big and the small,
good and the bad.
Black and the white.
And just for one moment,
it's like...
they're all the same.
Well, I'm not sorry
I missed it.
One.
One native.
That's the condition.
One local member as a token
of our goodwill going forward?
Call it what you like.
Any preference
as to who?
No?
Right, jolly good.
One last favour.
Another one?
This wedding, back in Delhi.
Old Whelan
and Clara Bow.
Yes?
Dear old Ralph,
head like a sieve,
he's gone and forgotten
to stick my name
on the ruddy guest list.
Well, I'm sorry
to hear that.
I was wondering...
I'd be eternally grateful
if you'd give him a nudge.
He won't be able
to say no, will he,
if it comes from you?
Leave it with me,
Mr. Keane.
Eternally grateful.
I knew I could count on you!
(door closes)
Wash them all.
Put them all in the water.
SOONI:
Aafrin?
Aafrin?!
Shh, shh!
He's revising,
poor thing.
I hate you
and your stupid suit!
You should have seen it!
You should have seen it.
It was like watching an animal!
You could have
stopped it!
I don't know
who you are.
You're a coward!
Worse than nothing!
You are not my brother!
You are not my brother!
(sobbing)
Sooni, please...
(both crying)
Why did you not save him?
I tried!
I thought I had.
(knocking)
So what happened?
SHAMSHAD:
Aafrin!
DARIUS:
What is going on?
Oh, God, this house!
Letter for the fat prince.
Have you been
blubbering?
Shut up, you brat!
You have!
Ma, Sooni is crying
over a man
and this is
his letter.
Oh, Shamshad,
please!
Sooni, what are you
crying about?
Huh?
I don't believe it.
What?
Read.
What does it say?
Nothing.
It says nothing.
Read it out, Sooni.
They want him to join
their stupid club.
What?
What?
Here.
IAN:
Where is he now?
Eh?!
Where'd you put him?!
The lndian's remains
have been incinerated
and will be disposed of
as His Majesty sees fit.
Oh, His Majesty's
on his way over now, is he?
Look, that fellow lost the right
to a decent send-off
as soon as he murdered
that poor woman.
That's it?
What?
No.
Mr. McLeod,
put that down.
No chance.
That box is the property
of the Government of India.
Let's go.
Sergeant, stop that man!
Don't touch me.
Give me the box.
Uh... no.
Stop this lunacy!
I've no wish to charge you,
Mr. McLeod.
No.
This is not what he wanted.
Give me the box,
Mr. McLeod.
(sighs)
Get away from me!
Well, go after him!
Out of the way, wee man!
Excuse me!
Sorry, sorry!
Excuse me!
So sorry!
Look at him run.
When did you last see a man
run like that, Mr. Dalal?
I will work for you.
For your people.
Naturally.
What choice do you have?
I have a choice.
But this is
the right thing to do.
Mr. Singh!
Sahib!
You will give me proof.
I give you
and Miss Ayer my word.
What can I possibly give?
Something
from Mr. Whelan.
What? How can l...?
Where is he now?
Heading up towards
Scandal Point.
Christ, what's he
going there for?
May I ask, sahib,
what was in the box?
Oh, just bone mash
for my poor roses.
But the point is, he thinks
it's his friend Ramu Sood!
So as far
as the world goes,
it might as well be
Ramu sodding Sood.
Shall I run
and detain him, sir?
No, not yet.
I don't want some
god-awful scene.
Not if we can avoid it.
Not on the last night
of the summer!
(sighs)
snm
Here, let me.
She's my wife.
And I made her
a promise.
But we have work to do,
and these children need us.
And we will work and do
what we can, the two of us.
And we'll raise these children
to lead such lives...
I hope God can forgive us
for what we've done in the past.
It's all I ever wanted.
Well, then.
(music playing)
(faint talking)
(laughing)
Excuse me, sir?
Mr. Dalal.
Not more files?
No, not today.
Aafrin doesn't need
a reason to call.
Mr. Dalal.
RALPH:
In fact,
perfect timing.
Everyone, here,
charge your glasses.
Bhupi, one more
for our friend.
What are we celebrating?
Our last night
in the hills?
RALPH:
Of course.
Cheers.
Cheers.
Cheers.
ALL:
Cheers.
You, too, Bhupi.
Just a sip.
No, thank you, sahib.
Excuse me,
I'll just get my shawl.
It's all right, Bhupi,
I think
I can manage.
Is everything all right?
She's tired.
Eugene.
Of course.
Wait!
Darling?
Talk to him.
N ow.
RALPH:
Sorry about that.
I'm fine!
Look, uh...
Well, as a matter
of fact, Aafrin,
we have something we want
to tell my brother.
Don't we?
Sounds very solemn.
Don't tell me,
you've been painting
the Vicereine in her bloomers?
No.
Not quite.
Sir, I'm a little embarrassed.
You see, I left something
in the house this morning.
Oh, really?
Yes, an old pen
belonging to my father.
And now he's
a little upset...
Bhupi?
Anyone see a pen
this morning?
No pen, sahib.
What colour was it?
Please, don't go
to any trouble.
I know where I left it.
Very good.
Excuse me.
What a fuss.
Yes.
Shall we give him a hand?
You go.
♫♫
Rakshas.
Aafrin?
I have it!
I left a box of papers here
this morning.
Look, Aafrin, um...
Sir.
This business
with Sood.
You see, Willingdon was
quite determined, and...
No, you deserve
better than that.
The man Sood was becoming
a lightning rod
for all sorts of other
discontents,
which, although he played
no part in them personally...
You wish to close the book.
To end it, yes.
I understand, sir.
You do?
Perfectly.
Well, thank God.
Yes, thank God for that.
My dear friend.
All set for the ICS exams?
I revise when I can, sir.
When do they start?
Nine weeks today.
Nine weeks.
No time to waste.
Not a minute, sir.
I tell you,
it breaks my heart
to leave this house.
It Will Still be here,
waiting for you
in the spring.
Yes.
So it Will.
IAN:
I'm coming!
Slow down!
Slow down.
(Speaking Hindi)
(Stop!)
Mr. McLeod.
Ah, Miss Whelan!
Off to the club as usual?
Well, last night of the season
and all that.
And I'm off to say bye
to a dear friend of mine.
Do I know him?
Know him?
AYE, Perhaps you do.
He's right here.
He got his neck broke
this morning.
That's Ramu Sood?
Aye.
Right, let's go.
But where are
you going?
I don't know myself!
Come with us if you like.
Wait!
Mr. McLeod!
(music playing)
Do you know,
I don't think he's coming.
Relief all round.
Still.
Bloody cheek.
He's not obliged
to come.
Probably got
a better offer.
Never!
Would somebody please inform
my piano wallah
that if he would care
to finish his dinner,
we might even have
a little sing-along.
(applause)
Shall we?
Come this way, sahib.
Follow me.
SOONI:
You're late.
What are they doing?
They're here for you.
What did I do?
You're more famous
than you know.
Hello.
Hello.
Hello.
RALPH:
Dalal!
AAFRIN:
The letter, sir.
Ralph Whelan!
Rakshas!
(Gunshot)
(panting)
Well?
What do you think?
Are we up to snuff?
(chuckling)
You look very
distinguished.
Good.
If you're quite sure
I'm eligible?
As club member,
I am entitled to one guest.
I'll sign you in.
Good.
Sign, please.
(clears throat)
Show me.
A token.
Baapi?
I say, Cynthia?
Cynth!
What is it, darling?
He's here.
The Parsi.
♫♫
(snorts)
Cheek of the thing.
They're not used to us,
that's all.
Come.
What'll it be?
Scotch and soda?
(laughs)
Very good.
Excuse me, bearer,
Scotch and soda.
Twice, please.
DAPHNE:
What's he doing now?
Excuse me, my friend.
Two whiskeys with a little soda,
if you'd be so kind.
Don't you know anything?
Only members
may buy drinks.
Martini?
Oh, I see.
Aafrin?
Yes.
Your old man seems
to have blundered.
Would you mind
ordering the drinks?
Two whiskey and sodas, please.
Excuse me?
Allow me.
How very kind.
Whiskey sodas.
Scotch or Irish?
Scotch, naturally.
Scotch?
You'll have half my family
turning in their graves.
Mr. Keane,
may I present my father?
Darius Dalal, sir.
You've been in the wars.
Yes, sir.
He fought at Gallipoli.
In which case, allow me
to introduce Captain Turner.
You'll have to speak up,
he's a little deaf.
Oh, I'm sorry
to hear that.
Thank you.
I don't know what to say.
Yes, you do.
(horse neighing)
(hooves clomping)
Final warning,
Mr. McLeod!
Give me back that box!
For the love of God,
hasn't that man done you
enough damage?
Almost!
But not quite!
All right, pal.
Here lies Ramu Sood!
I was proud to work for you
as your employee.
I was proud to call you
my friend.
Ian McLeod,
I'm arresting you
for the theft
of government property.
Hanged by the District Court
for a murder he never committed,
because he was too damn good!
CROWD (chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
(chanting continues)
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
Sergeant!
What's got into them?
Why aren't they doing
as they're told?
The men are afraid, sahib.
Afraid?
I'll teach them afraid.
What's the matter with them?
They do not wish
to offend the dead, sir.
They're offending me,
and I'm a-bloody-live!
Just give them the order,
dammit!
CROWD (chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
No, no, don't do that.
Please don't do that,
get up, please.
She's praising you.
Why? Who is she?
His late wife's mother.
What, Kavitha?
Kavitha?
Kavitha, Kavitha.
Oh!
(chanting continues)
CROWD (chanting):
Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood! Ramu Sood!
DARIUS:
Good shot!
I say, "Good shot."
Aafrin.
Alice?
I thought you weren't coming.
You didn't tell him.
Your brother?
No, I didn't tell him.
I thought
we could trust him.
But I was wrong.
I know that now.
I am certain of it.
He is a dangerous man.
WOMAN:
Miss Whelan!
We will find a way.
I love you.
I love you too.
We thought you
were in purdah,
Miss Whelan!
Haven't you heard?
Our lady's done a bunk!
No one's seen her
anywhere.
Oh, and which lady
is that?
Cynthia!
Look who I found,
Daphne!
(distant singing)
(distant singing)
It's my house.
(children chatting)
RUTH:
So many dishes, auntie!
Not so many.
Ow, ow, ow!
(laughing)
I've made a bit
of a hash of it.
(sighs)
Shall we?
Heavenly Father,
we thank you for this joyous
feast laid at our table.
You'll be seeing
a bit more of me from now on.
♪ 'Tis the tramp
of soldiers true ♫
♫ In their uniforms so blue ♫
♫ I must say goodbye to you,
Dolly Gray ♫
♫ Goodbye, Dolly,
I must leave you... ♫
My friends bet me 124 rupees
I wouldn't dance with you.
Well, I hope you're willing
to share the winnings.
No chance.
Anyway, aren't I your reward?
♫ See the boys in blue
are marching... ♫
RONNIE:
Not like your brother
to miss the last night.
No, I know, he's been
so busy with the wedding.
As long as that's
all it is.
Why?
What's your theory?
No theory.
Just so long as he's not
got his nose out of joint
over our new member.
He's not that
old-fashioned.
Well, quite.
Besides,
Dalal's his head babu,
isn't he?
His munshi.
Yes.
May I just say,
I'm so glad you've decided
to stay on.
You know, in the end,
it felt like the most
natural thing in the world.
♫♫
♫ Goodbye, Dolly,
I must leave you... ♫
Oh!
(crying)
They can't do that.
They can't do that!
Can't...
(sobbing)
(footsteps approaching)
What are you doing out here?
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
So you made it after all.
(sniffles)
They're singing my song.
It's my song.
And they're singing it.
Come on, up you get.
No, no.
I am perfectly fine.
I hear it's all change
at the Club.
Oh, you'd know all about that,
because you tipped off
old Willingdon, didn't you?
Please don't lie to me.
Yes.
Oh...
I was angry.
(sighs)
Well, I expect I deserved it.
Yes.
So, you're going through
with the wedding, then?
Yes.
Yes, we are.
I am truly happy for you.
Would you like to come?
To the wedding?
You sure you want me there,
spoiling everything?
You're all I've got.
Yes, I am.
Good point.
Good thinking.
Shall we?
Oh, hang on a minute.
Look all right, do I?
MY Ralph.
Still here.
Come on.
But it's nearly over.
I expect they can
manage an encore.