All language subtitles for The Far Pavilions (Peter Duffell, 1984) Part 3.english

Throughout that time in India,
the British were in a continual state of war

with the fiercely independent tribes
along their northwest frontier.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

An extraordinary regiment was raised
to deal with them.

It was named...
The Corps of Guides,

and it's headquarters
were here at Mardan.

Composed entirely of native volunteers,
Hindus, Sikhs and Muslims,

and led by a handful of
specially selected British officers,

they wrote some of the
most glorious chapters

in the annals of military history.

In 1865 I had the honor
to be Commandant,

which was when
this story really began.

...Yes, yes, Ash-Baba,
we are playing a game,

that your name is Ashok,
and that you are my true son.

What is your name,
my son?

Ashok.

Yes.

Pelham Sahib.

What's going on here Murash?

The Maharajah's younger
brother has arrived.

Prince Jhoti.

Bloody hell!

I trust our early arrival
did not disturb you, Sahib.

Not at all, Your Highness.

Though it was an
unexpected pleasure.

Oh, that's my brother.

He would do anything
to stop me enjoying myself.

And he knew how much I wanted
to accompany my sisters to Bhithor.

Ah

So, of course, he said I
could not go, just to spite me.

But we tripped him
finally, did we not, Biju Ram?

Ha, ha. We did indeed,
Your Highness.

Imagine Shu-shu coming
hawking with us.

I think girls are silly, don't you?

Not all of them

Well, at least, not
all of the time.

Fancy having to marry one.

Hm, hm.

A precocious child,
but he can ride.

Forgive me, Rao Sahib, but I don't
like the look of His Highness' girth.

[His Highness' saddle girth
has been tampered with]

Oh my.

What is it that
troubles you, Pelham Sahib.

Nothing of any importance.

No? Now by the signs I would have said
that you had left your heart enrobed, indeed.

For it is thus that young men look and speak
and sigh when they think of their beloved.

You are too acute, Rao Sahib.

Ah, but then, I too was young once.

Although to look at me now
you might not believe that.

Hm.

Did you never marry?

Assuredly, when I was
considerably younger than you.

But my wife died
with the cholera,

having given me two daughters.

You should have married again.

So my friends told me,
and all my family.

But I was in no hurry to add
another woman into a household,

which seemed to me,
to be overfull of them.

And then later, much later,
I fell in love.

Well, you make it sound
like a misfortune.

For me it was.

For she was not of my caste,
and she was of mixed blood.

And while I hesitated, her father
gave her in marriage to someone

who did not care so much
about such matters as I.

And afterwards.....afterwards I could
not find another woman to take her place.

You are speaking, I think, of
the Princess Anjuli's mother.

Now, it is you who are too acute,
Pelham Sahib.

Indeed, that is why Anjuli
is the daughter of my heart.

And why I could never
bring myself to marry again.

Which is probably just as well,

because women cause a great
deal of trouble and distress.

Huh, huh.

And when one is as old as I am,
one wants peace and quiet.

And leisure to go hawking.

True.

Very true.

And with age, one's skill in both
pursuits grows somewhat less.

Now, let me see how
you are progressing.

At hawking.

At hawking, Pelham Sahib.

[ Prince Jhoti]
Don't you dare.

I thought you were my
friend, but you ride as bad as the others.

Do not do this. Do not do that.
Take care.

[Biju Ram] My Prince, I beg of you.

No!

I will go and I will go alone.

I cannot overrule you, Your Highness.

But, at least do not
ride Bulbul.

He's fresh and you might fall.

Fall?

I've never fallen off
a horse in my life.

Come on.

Prince Jhoti's gone
out riding alone.

I think we'd better keep
and eye on him.

Fetch Murash.

Well, he knows
what he's doing.

Here we are behaving
like a load of nursemaids.

[Something causes
the horse to bolt]

Hang on!

He's awake. Allah be praised,
he's in his right mind again.

For heaven's sake, give
me something to drink.

You cracked two ribs
and dislocated a wrist.

And you can be truly
thankful that Rao Sahib's

own hakim, Goben Das, was
at hand to tend to you,

instead of some
religious faith healer.

How's Prince Jhoti?

He's unharmed.

His only concern is for you.

How is the Pelham Sahib?

The hakim deems
him well, Your Highness.

And I'm to return in the morning.

Then you must bring
me news of his progress.

Yes, Your Highness.

Do not disturb yourself, my son.

Cardinal?

He had broken
both his forelegs.

I had to shoot him.

There was nothing
else I could do.

No, of course.

He was a good horse.
I shall miss him.

I must tell you,
it was no accident.

Look here, the girth
from the prince's horse.

The stitches were cut, so
that if the horse bolted,

a sudden strain and it's a break.

By why should
the horse bolt?

Because of this:

The double thorn
from the Kikak tree.

It was stuck under
the lining of the saddle.

His Highness released his hawk,

pumped back into the saddle,

and it was driven home.

Then someone is
trying to kill, Jhoti.

Then, who the devil is it?

This we shall
have to find out.

You must rest, now, my son.

The Princes Anjuli has commanded
that Agita is to be your nurse.

She and the hakim
will be here tomorrow.

[Ashton converses
with his nurse]

Their Highnesses and Prince Jhoti

are following your progress
with great concern, Pelham Sahib.

It is not without irony that Jhoti
should have had a riding accident.

He's a much better horseman
than his brother the Maharajah.

In fact that was one of the
reasons Nandu was so jealous of him.

Jealous enough to try
and do away with him.

That is unthinkable, Pelham Sahib.

Is it?

I wish you a very
speedy recovery.

Thank you, Rao Sahib.

I'm happy that Pelham Sahib
is making such excellent progress.

Indeed, Your Highness, we all
rejoice at the speed of his recovery.

Tell me, was it your idea to defy

your brother and join
the wedding procession?

Umm..Yes and no.

Now, what does that mean?

It was my idea, yes.

But I could never have carried
it off without the help of Biju Ram.

I am eternally grateful
to you, Pelham Sahib.

I am out of favor with His
Highness the Maharajah, as it is.

Had any harm come to Prince
Jhoti, my fate would have been sealed.

I suppose Biju Ram being out of
favor with the Maharajah is genuine.

If it isn't. It would be the
perfect way to show that there

was no complicity between should
any accident befall Prince Jhoti.

Biju Ram, as you of all
people should know,

is not called the
scorpion for nothing.

I feel a perfect fool being taken
to see Their Highnesses like this!

The change will do
you much good.

It is most interesting, Pelham Sahib.

And when the hunting is done,
they hold what they call the Hunt Ball.

The win...men and women
dance together.

Yes, indeed.

Actually clasping each other?
Like so?

Um...and moving together
in time to the music.

I wonder what "Hanemanji"
would have made of it.

Imagine jumping about like that
in the middle of a pea soup fog.

[Rao Sahib] Children, children.

[Rao Sahib] Most unseemly.

I need no treatment
tonight, Gita.

I don't need you, I say.

[Anjuli's voice] You told me to come.

Juli.

You spoke of "Hanemanji."

That was always how
we summoned each other.

You remembered.

Once you and your mother had gone,
I had little else to do but remember.

You shouldn't have come.
It's too dangerous.

Then why did you ask me?

[sigh] I didn't think you would.

I thought you were
angry with me.

I was.

For behaving like a sahib.

And because you had not thought
of me all those years, while I...

I know.

I'm sorry, Juli.

But, then you were injured.

I made Gita bring me with her,
more than once.

I sat outside in the darkness,
while she tended you.

Why?

I suppose to hear your voice.

So that I could be sure that you
were really who you said you were.

Let me turn the lamp out
so that I can look at you.

No, indeed, that
would be dangerous.

Very foolish, too.

For if anyone were to see us now,
they would only think that I was Gita.

Besides, it is better
to talk thus in the dark,

and make-believe to be
Ashok and Juli again,

and not Pelham Sahib,
who is an Angrezi,

or the Raj-kumari Anjuli Bai
who was to be...

Don't.

Don't.

It seems we're in the middle
of another intrigue, you and I.

Jhoti's horse bolted because
someone had frayed his girth,

and planted a thorn
beneath the saddle.

It must be by
Nandu's orders.

You mustn't come here
again. It's too dangerous.

Are you afraid
that Gita will talk?

She won't. I promise.

That's not the point,
and you know it.

What would you say if
you were discovered here?

Why, that I was visiting
my honorary brother,

my poor, sick
honorary brother.

I'm not your brother,

and you're a
grown woman.

It's suicide for you to enter my
tent alone; you must know that.

Not if I say what I just told you.

I'll be scolded and forbidden
to come again, but that's all.

It may be all for you.

As a man, I can't claim
I see not harm

in entertaining Your Highness
in the privacy of my tent,

and by night.

But then, you're not a man.

What the devil do you mean?

When you are well again
it will be different.

But look at you,
all trussed up like an old hen.

You could hardly be
suspected of doing

any harm to my virtue,
even if you wanted to.

[scratching noise]

It is Gita.
She's warning us.

[dog barking]

[Someone watches Anjuli and Gita
walk away from Aston's tent]

[Biju Ram speaks]
May I enter Pelham Sahib?

Yes, you may come in.

Greetings, I see that our
Gita still tends you.

I trust you improve.

Yes, but it's a
slow business.

Who was that with
her, may I ask?

One of the serving
women, I imagine.

Ah, very probably.

Well, goodnight to
you Pelham Sahib.

[Ashton's voice]
A moment.

It has come to my
attention that

His Highness Prince Jhoti's accident
was in fact an attempt on his life.

I am shocked
beyond words.

How can I be
of assistance?

In this way:

Should anything else
befall the Prince

I shall hold you
personally responsible.

Oh, but Sahib,
what possible justification

can you have for
taking such an attitude?

None at all.

That's just the way
it's going to be.

If he dies, you die.

[laughter]

[Koda Dad:]
Forget childhood dreams,

the Hindu boy from Gulkotte is dead

in his place there is a Sahib.

I have learned to become one.

An officer Sahib of the Guides.
You cannot alter that.

Yet, I am still Ashok,

and I cannot alter that.

I was a child of this
land for my first 11 years,

and I'm tied to it with something
just as strong as blood.

I shall always be two
people in one skin,

which is not a very
comfortable thing to be.

I understand that,

but you will find it easier
to separate the two,

and do not try to be
both at the same time.

And someday, who knows,

you may discover
within you a third person,

who is neither Ashok,
nor Pelham Sahib,

but someone whole and complete,

yourself.

Pelham Sahib or Ashok.

I love her.

You can do nothing
about it.

We could elope!

That would set everyman's
hand against you, and rightly.

For it'll be a shameless and
dishonorable betrayal,

that insulted Bhithor,

and brought black disgrace on both
Karibcotte and the British Raj.

Are you even sure that the Princess
Anjuli would join you in such a venture?

She loves me.

I know it.

The question then is
whether you truly love her.

Do you doubt it, Father?

I do not doubt
your heart, my son,

but you are choosing
certain death or exile.

Is that what you truly wish
for her when you say you love?

I am glad you're better.

My sisters are really forward.

Anjuli bit my head off today,

and as for Shu-shu,
she won't eat!

She's got a bum that's heavy,

and if she goes on like this,
she'll be dead before she gets to Bhithor.

She's beginning to look
like a monkey, as it is.

All eyes.

Well, they do spend
a lot of their time

cooped up on this journey.

Perhaps we should
organize some evening rides

to help clear the
cobwebs away.

My uncle would
never agree to it.

Umm.

We'll see.

How did you manage it?

By giving Kakuji long enough
to think it was his idea.

I was watched leaving
your tent the other night.

Yes, I know.

You were right.

We'll have to be careful.

Well, that's the beauty
of these evening rides.

We can talk in full
view of everybody.

I had to see you again.

Why do you put up with
Shushida's tantrums?

She loves me.

Oh, it's not a very
noble kind of love.

It's selfish, fickle and demanding,
but it is love.

You see, I'm the only
constant in her life.

To begin with she was
shamefully treated by her mother.

I don't suppose Nandu
had much time for her either.

No, but the one thing she respects
is strength,

and he showed that
in plenty.

In fact they got along
well enough

until he arranged this marriage.

Then she nearly drove
us all mad.

Why?

Because the Rana's old.
She's terrified of becoming suttee.

That was her mother's
doing as well.

From the age of five
she was made to

stir boiling rice with
her little finger

to teach her not to flinch
from the fire.

God, this country
disgusts me sometimes.

Anyway she needn't worry,
suttee's forbidden by law now.

An English law.

Do you think you only have
to pass a law for a tradition to die?

Suttee won't cease until our
women refuse to submit to it.

Shushu will never refuse.

She's terrified of it, yet to her,

it is the inescapable duty of a royal widow.

It will be your duty, too.

I faced that when I realized
she wouldn't go to Bhithor without me.

How could your own brother
marry you both off to someone much older?

Because the Rana of Bhithor
is of superior lineage.

Besides, a double wedding worked
out rather cheaper

for our brother
than two separate ones.

Oh, the cold hearted bastard!

He will pay for his evil
deeds in his next life.

Perhaps for may
lives afterwards.

[Koda Dad]
Very good, Your Highness.

Ah!

There!

You see?

Quite good, Shushu.

You're improving.

Isn't she, Biju Ram?

What are you thinking of?

[Hindi answer]

The Far Pavilions

It's strange to think that
I shall never see them again.

Or you either,
once this journey's done.

[Roaring sound]

[Blowing wind]

My God!

Come on, Julie, quick.

Follow me!

Rao Sahib, look!

I'll take the princess.

Come on.

Get the horses
to a safe place.

We will wait here for
Pelham Sahib and the Raj-kumari.

Get as far as you can, Juli.

Quickly.

Juli!

Juli, where are you?

Juli.

[Juli] Ashok

[Romantic music begins]

Do you love me?

I have loved you
all my life.

From the very beginning.

As a brother?

I loved you first
as a brother.

It was not a brother
that I waited for.

I grew up and
became a woman.

And this you do not know:

When you rescued
me from the carriage,

and held me in your arms,

I could not breathe
for the beating of my heart.

And I was ashamed, because
I thought you were a stranger.

Yet something in my blood
rejoiced to be held so.

Oh, my love.

Love me.

Love me, now.

I never meant
this to happen.

I did.

When, Lale?

A long time ago.

You think me shameless,

but I knew from the beginning,
that I should have to submit to the Rana.

That he should be the first.

It was this that
I could not endure.

But now I know love.

And having known it,

I can endure the lust and shame.

My heart's love!

Foolish love!

Do you think that
I would let you go?

Now?

This is the miracle
that I've been praying for.

As soon as the storm dies down,
we'll ride on.

When they don't find us they'll
assume we're lying dead

buried in some sand
drift among the hills.

They can't search them all.

They'll give up after a day or two
and go on to Bhithor.

No, Ashok, do not say
anymore, please do not.

I cannot leave Shushila.

She loves me and she needs me.

I love you,

and I need you!

But I promised I
would stay with her.

And I cannot
break my word.

Do you care so much more
for her than you do for me?

I love you more than life,

beyond anything,
anyone else,

but Shushu is not as
strong as you and I are,

and if I'm not there
to give her courage

and to comfort her,
she will die from fear and loneliness.

She's a selfish and
demanding little bitch!

We can't live
without each other!

I am not prey
to these faults,

but I will not harm her.

If I did, how
could love me?

Knowing that I, too,
was selfish as well as faithless.

yes, and cruel, too, of rush...

...the all those things

if I were to sacrifice my sister
for my own happiness.

And my happiness.

To send the magic.

Watch!

I cannot betray her.

You can't go through with this.

The Rana will find out you're
not a virgin the moment he beds you.

If did not know that I could deceive
the Rana when the time came...

I would never have
taken you for my lover.

I suppose you've also thought

what may happen to the
child, if you conceive?

If the gods grant me your child,

I will not fail him,
that I swear to you.

I will see to it that he grows
to be a prince we can be proud of.

No!

Promise me. If you have our
child you will come to me.

Can't you understand
what it will be like

for me to know that my child is
the property of another man

to do with as he pleases!

To sell in marriage to whomever he chooses,
as you and your sister have been!

You will have other children.

Never!

Can you tell me that until this night you
have never lain with another woman?

No, I did not think
that I was the first,

for I know that men
are careless of their seed,

and you will lie with
other women.

and it may be father
of other children

without knowing or caring.

But I, if I should conceive,
will know and care.

I shall carry our child
in my body for months,

and at the end risk death
and endure pain to give it life.

If I pay that price, surely you could
not begrudge our child to me.

You could not.

It's time we returned.

Rocco!

Teri-Bai

I was worried about you.
Where have you been?

We found shelter
in a cave, Uncle.

Oh, I see.

Well, we must say that all three
of us were together this past night.

For you are about to be wedded

and it is not be seemly for a
bride to go apart with any man,

even if he be a sahib.

Now get into
the carriage, my child.

Should anyone inquire, we shall say
that the sahib and the Raj-kumari

returned, shortly after
the storm struck,

that she took refuge
in the carriage,

and we three men
lay beneath it.

You agree?

Very well, Rao Sahib.

Rao Sahib, is everything all right?

The gods be thanked, yes.
The Raj-kumari is safe in the carriage.

Shushu, they're back!

What happened to you,
Pelham Sahib?

We returned only moments
after the storm struck, Your Highness.

The Raj-kumari took refuge
in the carriage

and we three sheltered
under it.

Juli!

Juli, you were so lucky to be out
of it and safe in the carriage.

Yes, indeed.
It was most unpleasant.

You have no idea
how exciting it was.

The tent flapped and flapped,
and the dust came pouring into it.

Rao Sahib.
If you will excuse me.

I made Shushu get under my
choupoi and covered it with shawl,

because she howled and screamed, and
said the tent would fall and suffocate her.

Pelham Sahib.

Yes, Gul Bas.

The Raj-kumari, Anjuli-Bai, trusts that
you will enjoy these oranges.

[Anjuli's voice] I have loved you
all my life, from the very beginning.

[Koda Dad]
Forget childhood dreams.

The Hindu boy from Gulkotte is dead.
In his place there is a sahib.

[Ashton] I shall always be
two people in one skin,

which is not a very
comfortable thing to be.

[Anjuli]
I was visiting my honorary brother,

my poor sick honorary brother.

[Ashton]
I am not your brother.

[Juli] I love you more than life,
beyond anything or anyone else.

[Koda Dad] The question is
whether you truly love her.

[Juli] I would have sacrificed
my sister for my own happiness.

I cannot betray her.

Now I have known love,
and having known it

I can endure the lust
and the shame.

[Ashton]
Pelham Sahib or Ashok, I love you.

[Koda Dad]
You can do nothing about it.

[Rifle shots, Indian shout]